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angelwithdemonictendencies · 3 months

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rot my teeth, melt these cotton candy lips, i'd let you; left this trail of breadcrumb broken hearts so you'd follow me home.

js1 x reader: the fisherman puts the heartbreaker out of commission.

(warnings: blasphemous filth, unprotected penetrative sex (m on f), oral sex (f on m), idk like marking and lots of limbs and obviously we've been warned about the talking. i know i'm forgetting a lot but all my usual suspects. (please be warned, don’t read if you’re not 100% sure.)

(a/n: favorites! what's new? probably nothing, right? (love a self-reference). this should serve as a warning for all of you - if you drop an anonymous ask, no matter how simple, you are running the risk of me emerging from my cave of teeth with a 14k story about someone i barely noticed until recently. and i may, consequently, become weirdly infatuated with a random third line winger (tf11) and force him into my story. my obvious disclaimers of lack of realism and weirdly flowery language and crazy plotholes and status as fiction are still very much on the table. of course i know nothing about being a private chef, or alaska, for that matter. so, uh, congrats to js1 on being an all-star, i guess? this is your prize! i posted about what's going on in my world recently - there's a lot, it's a lot, and just know that no matter what, what i feel most for you is gratitude. thank you. tell me what you think, i live for it. takeaway for today - your past does not determine who you are, what you are capable of. no matter how many guys insist it does, your body count and/or experience, or lack thereof, even, is irrelevant to the lovely person you are. you are a treasure, and you deserve to be treated accordingly. may we all find partners who think they're dreaming when they look at us. my snakes told me to tell your snakes they have a crush on them. okay, until next time, go canucks. all my love).

summers, for you, had always been something magical.

when you were young, they meant lake house vacations and playing tennis with your siblings and strawberry shortcake, grass stains and popsicles. when you were in school, they meant working as a line cook at a country club, a job and space that felt all your own, they meant salty beach days with your friends and pulling the caddies (the cute ones, at least) behind the clubhouse, kisses that tasted like gatorade.

now, a bit older, summers meant something different, but they were still magical. during the year, you worked as a personal chef for the same lovely family, the montgomerys, that you had built a trusting relationship with - a family that travelled extensively over the summer, leaving you, each may, to look for temporary work elsewhere.

you took work from whatever family offered you the best gig any given summer, usually on a referral from your main employer, usually a place like nantucket or charleston or something like that.

last summer, spent in the hamptons, you cooked for the family of mrs. montgomery's best friend. it had been a season of fish tacos and roasted artichoke salad and berry cobbler, cut with fireworks and white linen dresses and aperol spritzes.

this summer, mr. montgomery's coworker, mr. kelly, had hired you to keep him and his family fed for the season while they summered up at their alaskan vacation home.

so, this job, it wasn't new, not really. you were a seasoned professional in the world of being a private chef, in recipe building and gardening and plate presentation.

this place, however, this small town in alaska, was completely and utterly unfamiliar. you had met the kellys a few times, so you knew the parents and their adorable young son, but that was where the recognition would end. the rest was new, foreign.

you loved the prospect of learning a new place, though, like earning a new badge on a girl-scout sash. your mind hummed on the flight over as you thought about different seasonal produce, a new set of tastes and preferences to account for, techniques for preparing the seafood that would surely be spectacular.

a new set of streets to know the names of, a new community to put faces to, a new routine to settle into.

summers were magical, for you, they always had been, and you knew this one would be no different.

this was very much not the hamptons, though, you realized, very quickly upon landing at the tiny airport, which had only a few gates. which was fine, you considered, you didn't need to work at some crazy expensive beach town, or anything, but this place was kind of, well, scarce, maybe?

the taxi ride to the house was fast, a blur of main street and trees and not much else. finally, you arrived, a flurry of suitcases and thank yous and hair in your face.

the kellys welcomed you, all open arms from the mrs and kind smiles from the mr and timid waves from their son, stanley. they showed you to your room, gave you a quick tour, left you to settle in before the work started tomorrow.

exhausted from travel, you fell asleep quickly and dreamlessly.

the next morning, you awoke to the sun streaming in through the window, warm and lazy. after getting ready, you made your way downstairs, had your planning meeting with the family.

they told you their preferences, the important dates of the summer, when people would be coming over. thankfully, there were no allergies. they showed you to their garden.

"we'd love if you got some use out of it," mrs. kelly said, a gentle hand on your shoulder, "lord knows i don't give it enough attention."

"we're so excited to have you," mr. kelly said, "thanks again for doing this. see you for dinner?"

you called out your confirmation as you grabbed your market bags, began the five-minute walk to downtown, to the pier. the walk was peaceful, the air pleasant and fresh.

you made your way through main street slowly and methodically, learning the stores and their energies, their offerings. the market, sure, that would be where you spent a majority of your time, but you tried out the bookstore, too, the coffee shop, the vintage store.

before you knew it, your arms were loaded with bags, overflowing with produce and ingredients, a couple books, a bag of coffee beans, a vintage silk scarf.

your arms were full, but you still decided to make one last stop, at the fish market, all the way at the end of main street.

the smell made you scrunch up your nose, if only slightly, as you pushed the door open with your hip, heard the bell ring over your head.

you made your way to the glass display case, surveyed all the different seafood over ice. you were thinking salmon, for tonight, something simple that everyone would like.

you picked your head up, looked behind the counter, found nobody to help you. "uh, hello?" you called out. "anyone home?"

almost immediately, two tall figures came barreling out of the back, through the double doors. two men, bottom half in fishing gear, the rubbery protective pants attached to suspenders, which laid over black long sleeves.

"what's up?" one of them, the dirty blonde, said, his voice deep, almost cartoonish.

"hi," you said, "i'm looking for some salmon."

"didn't look very hard, did you?" the blonde said, teasing, nodding down to where the mass of pink fish laid atop the plane of ice. he cut a look to his coworker, who's gaze hadn't dropped from you since he came through the door. "but, uh, i think my friend jeremy's gonna help you out," he said, "i, uh, gotta do somethin' in the back real quick."

the blonde made a quick and forced exit, forcing you to turn and face the other man behind the counter.

"okay?" you said, halfway confused. "you're jeremy, then?"

there was a pause potent with awkwardness as he stood there, blinking at you.

a pause during which you realized, however slowly, that this man across the counter was sort of beautiful. beautiful in a way you weren't used to, beautiful in a way your men of the summer had not been before.

it was sort of an inside joke now, between you and your friends. how, no matter where you were, what job you were working, you'd have a "summer boyfriend," a guy with a finish line, someone pretty and nice enough to hang around until the sun set over the blood orange summer skyline one final time. your best friend joked that it was a seasonal position, almost like an internship.

the caddies you went for when you were a little younger were division one golfers, with all of the laser-focus and goody-two-shoes attitudes to match.

last summer, in the hamptons, it'd been a beachfront bartender named mat, all easy charm and comic book facial structure. he'd cared a little too much about his physique, said a little too much about what you'd cook for him, but he'd also been really sweet, sometimes, letting you borrow his jackets whenever you got cold on the beach.

jeremy, though, he didn't look like the laced-up amateur golfers, and he didn't seem like the discipline-fueled superhero, either. he was tall, for sure, tall enough that your neck craned slightly to get a good look at him, and wide in the shoulders.

it was his face that really got you, though - even with that sharp jaw, he just looked so soft, so gentle, so tender, like he wore every emotion across his face completely and utterly shamelessly. his eyes had welled up with something you had the sneaking suspicion was just kindness, brimming on his waterline, threatening to spill forward like salty tears.

you waved a hand in front of his face, cleared your throat, felt the slightest of blushes across your nose. "earth to jeremy?"

you watched consciousness creep into his eyes, cloud over the awe that was previously there. he gave a rigorous shake of his head, as if to snap himself out of a trance. "sorry, beauty," he said, and his voice was so genuine, so unabashed, it made you smile, your stomach turn. "must think 'm a real space cadet, eh?"

you shifted the bags in your hands. "well, you did just zone out for a bit," you said.

he let out a laugh, and it bubbled out of him, uninhibited. "my fault," he admitted, "i was thinking, 'woah, am i in a dream right now?' and then i was like 'wait, no, i don't dream about work,' but you look straight 'outta a daydream, beauty, i swear it."

his manner of speaking dripped with honesty, like every aspect of his thoughts was completely on the table, like you were someone entitled to knowing exactly what was going on in his head.

you averted your gaze at his confession. when was the last time someone had made you feel practically timid?

when you spoke, your voice felt unsure. "whatever you say," you told him. "maybe you could help me, now? i-"

"anything," he said, completely stone-faced and serious, which forced a laugh from your throat.

"right," you said, a slight smile quirking up on your lips. "i'm hoping to get some salmon for dinner tonight?"

he hummed, a sound you felt in your chest. your fingers twitched. "you cook, too?" he asked, sounded almost pained as he leaned his head onto a hand, the other flat on the counter.

you nodded absentmindedly. "'m a private chef. anyways, need enough for four, five people, maybe?"

"at your service, beauty," he said, in that funny voice, and then he shot you a wink before snapping his gloves on. the tips of your ears must have been a vengeful pink, at this point.

as he prepared the fish for you to take home, weighing it and wrapping it in paper, you set your bags down on the ground, stretched your arms out above your head, your body stiff from holding so many things.

"that's a 'lotta bags, there," jeremy said, nodding towards the floor. "what're you hoarding in 'em?" his smile pulled at his mouth, revealed a flash of white teeth that was nothing but teasing, kind.

you ran a palm across the back of your neck. "it's my first day on the job," you said, "first dinner for the new family, want to make a good impression."

he gave a light-hearted scoff. "ever made a bad impression?"

you rolled your eyes at him. "you don't know me, jeremy," you reminded him, not mean, almost a sing-songy melody in your voice.

he put up one hand in mock-surrender. "'course, you're right," he said, "just find it hard to believe, 's all."

"okay, sweet-talker," you chided, shifting on your feet as he finished wrapping up your fish.

his grin was triumphant. "think 'm sweet, do you, beauty?"

you handed over your payment, ran your tongue along your teeth as he gently took it from your fingers. you let that confidence well up in your gaze, willed the smile that worked on everyone.

the one that convinced caddies that maybe they could take a quick break, that maybe they deserved to have a little fun, the one that convinced the bartender everyone had lusted over that you were the only girl in the world, that no one else was worthy of his attention.

"oh, you'd rot my teeth, jeremy," you teased as you slotted the paper package into a bag, took back your credit card, loaded your arms full again, made for the door.

you looked over your shoulder one last time, found him leaning on his palm, again, watching you, practically with a wistful sigh. "'m not rotten," he said, gaze alight with something dangerous.

you smiled at him. "goodbye, rotten boy," you said, leaving as the bell rung above you, feeling his gaze on your back the entire time, until the air around you smelled less of the sea and more of the forest, like tree-sap and soil.

you fell into a routine quickly, like you had planned on, like you were so used to doing. you prepped and planned and worked on recipes. you cooked and cleaned up after yourself and looked after the garden with diligence. you spent your free mornings walking to get coffee, your free weekends exploring the nearby beaches and lakes and trails.

you gained the trust of the kellys, until they treated you like family. until mr. kelly was asking when your crabcakes would be making another appearance, until mrs. kelly was swearing there was sorcery involved in your strip steak, until little stanley would sneak into the kitchen when you were making dessert, just because he knew there would be some cookie dough to spare, maybe a finger swipe of brownie batter.

until the garden was looking almost complete, the pantries and fridge fully stocked, until the menu had a fairly regular rotation.

you made your first friend a few weeks into the summer, one morning, waiting in the short line for your daily coffee. you had long ago come to terms with the fact that, yes, it would probably be cheaper to make coffee at home, but you'd soak the economic losses to support a small business. coffee was one thing you'd spend money on, no matter where you were.

so, this morning, you were second in line, which should have meant a short wait, but the middle-aged man in front of you was taking a truly devastating amount of time to make a decision.

the poor teenager working the register was trying not to be rude, you could tell, but after a couple minutes, the growing line had begun to grow restless.

you were about to tap the man on the shoulder, but the woman behind you, maybe your age, a bit older, beat you to it.

"jesus christ, jerry!" she bit out, "just get your regular, or i'll run an article about how someone so indecisive shouldn't own a hardware store!" she huffed out an angry breath, shook her head as a scared jerry ordered a drip coffee with cream.

you met the woman's eye, and she smiled at you. "hey, new kid," she said, sticking out her hand. "i'm tj, local paper."

impressed, you shook her hand, gave her your name. "local paper, eh?" you asked, "lots of coffee shop and hardware store headlines?"

she laughed as you stepped forward and ordered your americano, motioned for her to order, too. "we don't get a lot of blockbuster news, around here," she said, making to pay, but you held out a hand to stop her. "you're probably just about the most interesting news we've had all year, since the frederic's dog got lost."

you hummed. "i could use you on my side, tj," you mused, "could help me get up to speed with this place."

she tilted her head, appeared in thought for a second before eventually nodding. "sure, new kid, i'll get you all caught up," she agreed. "and not just because you bought my coffee."

you laughed. "anytime," you offered.

"say, same time tomorrow?" she asked, headed for the door, swinging her shoulder bag around. "meet here?"

you agreed and waved goodbye. she saluted you, let the door close behind her.

"that girl's a terror," jerry warned you, careful.

"good," you told him. "all the best girls are."

as promised, you met up with tj the next morning, bought her coffee with your own before making your way up main street.

"so, i'm sure you're already familiar, because you've been here for a bit," she said, in step with you, "but we'll go over the basics."

"honestly, i don't know much," you said, "i'm at the market almost every day, every other place i've been only once or twice. and besides the kellys, you're the first local person i know by name." a flash of molten brown eyes and a tender smile blazed across your mind like a comet. "well, second."

tj's gaze shimmered, and you guessed this was the curiosity that makes someone want to be a reporter. "who else?" she asked.

"no one, really," you said, "this guy in the fish market, jeremy, but we talked for like a second."

she nodded like she understood. "oh, the fish market," she sighed. "the two biggest goofballs in town." she shot you a look. "don't worry, we'll make a stop there."

"oh, we don't have to, i'll go back eventually, mr. kelly's been wanting crab, anyways-"

"we'll make a stop there," she repeated, and that was that. first, though, she introduced you to the owner of the grocery store, an old woman who whispered to you that all the best stuff gets delivered on wednesdays.

next was the pizza place, and all the teenagers who seemed to be running it. "luke likes jenna, but jenna has a thing for her friend kayla," tj whispered to you as the door shut behind you.

"this is the kind of inside scoop you're privy to, eh?" you asked, amused.

she shrugged. "it's a real mixed bag. i'd never, like, run a story on the love lives of high schoolers, but everything is significant in a town this small."

you hummed, supposing she was right.

between the vintage store and the post office, she asked about your history, where you were from, your job.

"sounds like a pretty sweet gig," she said with an impressed sort of shrug.

you nodded. "it's a lot of work, but it's pretty awesome," you said, honestly. you loved what you did, and felt very lucky to be doing it.

"come back soon, girls!" mailwoman mindy called out after you both. you waved your thanks.

eventually, after your head was overcrowded with insider information and useless gossip all the same, you and tj stood in front of the fish market, the smell making your palms sweat with the memory of last time.

when was the last time a guy made you nervous? you shivered the thought away as tj pushed open the door.

"right, so this is the frederic's business, has been for decades," she said, "boys! show yourselves!"

on cue, the two men from last time shouldered through the double doors with the same lack of gracefulness.

"good morning, sunshine," the blonde said, almost taunting, looking right at tj, "to what do we owe this great pleasure?"

your friend looked particularly annoyed, all of a sudden. "'m giving new kid a tour," she said, gesturing to you, "she says she's been here, but i figured you probably didn't introduce yourself."

"right, as always, you sleuther," he said, making up the word, before turning to you. "i'm trent. and i remember you." he smirked, nodded to his coworker. "guy's been moanin' and cryin' 'bout when you'd come back."

"nice to officially meet you, trent," you said, giving him your name before finally allowing yourself to look at jeremy, whose gaze you'd felt like the sun on your face since he entered. he was every bit as beautiful, as genuine, as painstakingly tender as you'd remembered. "hey, jeremy." your words came out softer than you meant them to.

"hey, beauty," he replied, almost disbelieving, his hair just a bit shaggier than you remembered.

his smile was something brutal.

your grin was sly as you rolled your neck to the side, let his gaze drip over you greedily, but never shamefully.

tj cleared her throat. "well, not much of anything interesting happens on this end of the pier," she said, to which trent placed a wounded hand over his heart.

"no gossip for me, tj?" you asked, almost surprised, but not quite. these two seemed like open books, if jeremy's telling gaze was anything to go by. not to mention the fondness that had invaded trent's eyes when looking at your new friend, the way your eyes settle on your science class crush in middle school.

"you'll tell me something useful eventually, won't you, boys?" tj asked.

"guess you'll have to keep coming back, then. to find out," was trent's smug reply.

you weren't listening to their banter, really, though, not anymore, because you had drifted closer to jeremy, felt yourself walk over to him as if pulled by some thread. until you were leaning forward on the counter, like you were about to tell him a secret. until you could see each of his dark lashes, the light smattering of freckles on his nose.

"been moanin' and cryin', eh?" you teased, little more than a whisper, tilting your head at him.

"wouldn't've had to," he said, but it came out like a whine. "if you'd've come back to see me."

what would it be like, to be just, so, so honest? with others, with yourself? so honest, it rendered you just about speechless. almost.

you gave him that smile. "rotten boy," you said, watched his gaze become drenched in corn syrup. "so impatient, hm?"

"when do i get to see you again?" he asked, undeterred, not unaffected but so beautifully unembarrassed in his focus on the more, the next.

"soon," was all you said. he gave you a pout that you wanted to bite down on.

"alright, we're off," tj said, her voice pulling you from the daydream you had settled into. "when you've got something i can use, you know where to find me, frederic."

"you can use me anytime, tj!" he pronounced her name like tee-j, smiled as she rolled her eyes.

"good to meet you, trent," you said, "jeremy, i'll see you around."

"not if i see you first, beauty!" his goofy voice called out after you.

as luck would have it, you didn't even have to wait for the weekend to see him again. because, the universe, you were convinced, was trying to force you closer, closer, closer to this tall, kind, man with eyes that glittered. and what was there to do, really, except say thank you?

stanley, whom you had come to grow close to, whose laugh was like a bell, who was quiet but observant and passionate about things like glaciers and rainstorms, had started fishing camp earlier that week, but this afternoon, neither of his parents could pick him up.

"i know it's not in your job description, and i promise it won't be a regular thing," mrs. kelly had said to you over the phone, "but could you swing by the pier super quick to walk him home?"

and of course you had agreed, told her it wasn't any trouble at all.

and it really wasn't any trouble at all, until trouble was staring you straight in the face.

until you stood on the pier, waiting your turn in the pick-up line, and spotted trouble, himself, lifting kids by the waist from the small boat onto the dock.

he sparkled with life, in all of his gear, down to his water-proof boots. he appeared to have made something of a game out of pick up, making a rocket-ship noise as he hoisted kids into the air before setting them down. their laughter rang out in the clear air.

you could feel your heart beat in your chest, suddenly became acutely aware of what you were wearing, how your hair looked. this nervous energy was so foreign to you, it almost felt like a sickness, like a cold.

you scolded yourself to calm down, willed your heartbeat to normalize. these nerves, they weren't you - or at least, they weren't the you that you were used to. they were not the careless summer you that you had come to know and love. they were part of a different you, one that was not as familiar, perhaps one you believed to be not as magical.

"beauty!" you were pulled from your self-conscious daze by jeremy approaching you with agile steps, until he was right in front of you, larger than life, unobstructed by a counter for the first time. before you could do or say anything, his thick arms were around you, pulling you tight against his chest in a hug that muffled your surprise, maybe confusion. you didn't know him, he didn't know you, yet he was doling out hugs like they cost him nothing? "so happy you're here," he said into your hair, and you could have laughed at the absurdity of it all.

maybe you would have, if his embrace didn't feel so right around you, if his chest wasn't so expansive, yet so soft, if you didn't feel so completely safe, practically at peace in his arms. maybe you would have laughed, if there had been anything funny about this.

you rubbed circles into his back with your palm, almost dazed. "you work fishing camp?" you asked into his chest, felt the heat of your exhale in your face.

he didn't let you go, not yet, only pulled his head back slightly so he could talk to you, face to face. "oh, yeah," he said, generous with his smile, "boat captain of the baby minnows, more like."

you couldn't help your smile. "okay, big shot," you said, feigning being impressed. "do i call you captain, then?"

did you imagine the way his eyes darkened, if only for a second, a storm cloud over the sea line? did you imagine the way his embrace grew heated? did you imagine the way you wanted it to?

"think 'd let you call me just about anything," he said, breathy, and the air sparked.

he's not for you, a voice whispered in your head. he's not your seasonal plaything.

you coughed, tried to gracefully step away from him. he let you, didn't seem to be bothered by it. "have you seen stanley?" you asked, your skin itching to feel his arms around you, again.

jeremy smiled. "stan, stan, my bug-saving man? he's 'round here somewhere." he looked around, his gaze finally settling on the boy you were looking for, bent over a rock, looking at some critter that had caught his eye. "there he is." the two of you walked over to him. "not just here to see me, then? pickup takes priority?"

he didn't sound disappointed, not even sad, really, but almost wistful, hopeful. his words upset you, though, which scared you. it scared you, how much you didn't want to hurt his feelings.

it was this scared part of you that took his wide hand in yours and squeezed, which made his gaze cut to yours, wide, surprised. "'m happy to see you," you said, and it felt forbidden to say so, but you did it anyways.

you were happy for the distraction of the kid in front of you as you reluctantly let go of jeremy's hand and crouched down. "hey, stanley," you said, so as not to spook him.

he hummed his hello, pointed to the beetle in the dirt. "look," he said, seemingly content with just observing.

"i see," you said, "pretty cool." you had never been the best at talking to children. somehow, jeremy seemed to sense this.

"guess what, stan?" he said, eyes wide, like him and this small boy were in on some secret.

"what?" stan said.

"your friend over here told me that the first one home gets an extra special dessert tonight," he stage-whispered. stan's eyes grew wide at this information. he promptly took off, in the direction of home.

thank you, you mouthed to jeremy as you made to follow stan.

he ran a hand through his hair. "thankful enough for a helping of dessert tomorrow?" he called out after you.

you scrunched up your face playfully. "rotten!" you said, loud enough for him to hear, which made his bright laugh echo behind you, echo in your head. the feeling of his embrace, of his hand in yours, of his laugh in your mind, it all followed you home, where it stayed.

it lingered for long after, into days spent wrapped up in work, throwing yourself into your everyday tasks so that a certain someone would stay at an arm's length, so that your head might maintain some semblance of clearness.

between shucking corn and braising short rib, though, whenever you weren't entirely preoccupied, your mind would wander to corded shoulders under black long sleeves, to giggly belly-laughs and honesty that made you blush.

it was your wandering mind that had you seeking out stan, when he and his dad got back from fishing camp pick-up. "how was today?" you asked him, gentle, probing.

he shrugged.

"anything to report?" you tried, hoping maybe he'd say something about jeremy, but you'd take an update on the bugs and slithery things he seemed to like so much, too. you pushed a bowl of chocolate pudding and strawberries across to counter to him, placing a finger to your lips in a request for secrecy.

this, stan seemed to understand. "didn't catch anything," he said, digging into his treat. "set all the worms free."

you suppressed a laugh. "was jeremy mad at you?" you knew the answer though, knew it would take a lot more than that to make him anything close to angry.

stan shook his head, and his eyes flickered with a memory. "he told me to tell you about the pier party."

"what's the pier party?" you asked.

another shrug. you figured you'd ask tj about it.

"did he say anything else?" you asked, trying to mask the hope in your gaze, which probably appeared kind of scary to this kid.

stan thought for a moment, then his face scrunched up in distaste. "oh, and he told me to tell you that his hair looked really good today."

"did it?" you asked.

"not really," stan said, and then he laughed, muffled around his spoon, forcing a laugh from you, too.

following clarification with tj about what the pier party was (like a block party, summer tradition, that weekend), you walked downtown with the kellys on saturday night to find the pier all lit up, local vendors having set up stands, music playing from speakers, kids running around everywhere.

the night air was warm and sticky, making your thighs feel damp, your hair heavy on the back of your neck.

stan ran off with some of his friends from camp, the kellys joined a conversation with some people they knew, leaving you to find tj.

you quickly spotted her, leaning on a post next to the cooler, writing something down in her nearly-abused notebook.

"no days off, eh?" you said, amused, when you approached her, making her look up, roll her eyes at you as she shut her notebook, clicked her pen and shoved it into her messy bun.

"inspiration is everywhere," she said, joking, but you could tell there was some truth to her statement. "drink?"

"no, thanks," you said. you had grown sort of disenfranchised with the whole alcohol thing since last summer. not in a pretentious way, or a judgmental way, you didn't mind at all if others drank. you just didn't like the way it made you feel, sort of sluggish and swollen, and as soon as you'd stopped, you realized you didn't really miss it. "what were you writing?"

she opened her mouth to answer, but she was cut off by a funny, cracking voice. "oh, that's not her work book," trent said, grinning. "that's her diary. 'm sure my name's makin' quite a few appearances."

"in your dreams, frederic," tj chided, shoving the notebook into her bag nonetheless as trent pulled the pen from her hair, tucked it behind his own ear.

of course, where one was, the other was never far behind, so you weren't all that surprised to feel jeremy slide into place beside you. you did become momentarily distracted, though, by the smell of him so close, by the fact that he wasn't wearing his gear, instead opting for casual pants and a t-shirt you thought appeared a little too small.

you swallowed around your distraction, lodged in your throat, at his arms, thick with muscle, his body less-so obstructed by water-proof gear and more-so highlighted by his everyday clothes.

when your eyes finally found his, he looked positively delighted by your distraction.

you shook your head. "sorry," you said immediately.

his smile only grew. "don't be, beauty," he said, giving the arm not holding his beer a hard flex, posing like a bodybuilder, making you laugh. "just get my good side, hm?"

maybe it was his easy humor that had honesty welling up in you like a cresting wave. "every side's your good side," you said, placing a gentle hand on his forearm, willing him to relax. rest, you might as well have whispered into his ear. you can rest, with me. "you're so good."

that's what he seemed to hear it as, anyways, as his gaze melted into something like awe, like wonder, like pure kindness. when he spoke, there was a rasp to it that made you shiver. "want a drink?" he asked.

you weren't embarrassed to shake your head, softly. "'m not into drinking, right now," you said, then realized that could be taken as judgmental. "but i don't mind if you do, like, at all."

his expression didn't change, though, as he held out his beer bottle to trent, snagging his attention from whatever conversation he had roped tj into. "freddy, finish this for me, eh?"

trent just shrugged, took it from his hand, downed it in one go. tj grimaced. "you're gross," she said.

"it's saturday night," trent said with a one-shouldered shrug, as if that explained everything.

"you didn't have to do that," you told jeremy. "i really don't mind."

he just waved you off with a smile as trent and tj continued their argument about being appropriate at a neighborhood party.

the song that floated through the thick air grew slower, maybe something like the last song at a middle school dance. something that had the older couples swaying in time with each other, that had luke gazing across the pier at jenna, who was laughing with kayla. something that had jeremy extending a broad hand to you. "may i have this dance?" he asked, like some old-timey medieval, and you could have laughed, if he didn't appear to be completely serious.

so you only smiled, took his hand, said, "you may."

you set your free hand on his shoulder, tried not to blush at the firmness you felt under your palm as his other hand rested on your waist. you swayed and moved together gently, slowly, in time with the song, the pier under your sandals.

in a moment of indulgence, you dug your hand harder into his shoulder, massaging the muscle there. "a little tense, hm?" you said, meeting his gaze, coated in bliss.

maybe it backfired, a little, though, when he let out a little groan at your touch, at the feeling of your careful hand undoing the knots in the pocket between his shoulder and neck. something stirred in your stomach. you exhaled slowly.

the moment felt oddly charged, a sensual eye in the hurricane of normality around the two of you.

he hummed. "consequence of the job," he said, giving you a slight spin.

"it's tough on you, eh?" you asked, genuine, his touch on your waist distracting. time seemed to melt like a fourth-of-july popsicle.

he shrugged, a movement you felt in your fingers. "'m tough," he said, and you could tell he knew it to be true, knew it to be a keystone of his being.

you nodded, because you knew this, too. "can tell," you whispered, giving his hand a squeeze. "feel it in your hands."

his eyes became glossy, for a moment, like your admission was too much for his consciousness to bare.

this glossy look spurred you on, made the flirt in you emerge with a vengeance. "like to break a bit of a sweat, yeah?"

and he was nodding before you got the words out, feverish, almost desperate.

the music felt far away, up in the clouds, below the surface of the sea. it felt like you two might have been there, too, waltzing in some misty sky dreamland, some foamy ocean kingdom.

it felt perfect, he felt perfect, and when you went to sleep that night, your waist felt cold without his wide palm against it. your fingers twitched without his firm grip around them.

the next day, you called one of your old friends from the city, who had known you for a long time, who was the kind of friend that, no matter how much time had passed from when you last spoke, you would pick up right where you left off, no matter what.

you asked her about how she was doing, how her partner was, her job, her house renovations.

"alright, enough about me, i'm boring myself to death," she said after getting you effectively caught up. "tell me about your summer adventures, so much more exciting than redoing the master bath."

you laughed, and you told her about the kellys, their beautiful home, this lovely town. you told her about how the air was just different up here, how everything tasted fresher, how you had made a friend who made you laugh.

"and who's the lucky guy?" she said, eventually, as you sort of knew she would. at your silence, you could practically hear her disbelief. "don't tell me you don't have a seasonal hire, yet? how small is this town?"

you rolled your eyes good-naturedly. "it's not that," you said, "i mean, there is this guy, and he's really, really-" you trailed off, kind of, tried to think of how to describe him. scarily kind? handsome and beautiful at the same time? you let out a small laugh. "well, he makes me nervous, i guess."

there was a pause. "you're telling me," your friend said, slow and pronounced. "there's a guy in this universe who can make you nervous? and he's in alaska?"

"it's weird, right?" you said, almost laughing at yourself.

"weird? it's unprecedented!" there was a squeal from the other end of the line. "so, you've been there for a couple weeks now, right? so you must know him pretty well?"

you looked down at your hand, flexed it, cleared your throat. "i, uh, haven't really, like, initiated anything with him," you admitted. "i don't know, it doesn't feel like how it normally does. like i feel like my order and timing is all wrong, like i'm behind and going too fast at the same time."

"holy fuck," your friend said. "you, like, really like him. that's what really being into someone is, babe. exactly that."

you swallowed, blushed, even though her words just confirmed what you already had suspected.

"you have to ask him out," she said, as if she had made up her mind. "or, like, i don't know, next time you see him, just, like, kiss him, or something."

you laughed, rubbed your palm against your leg. "pretty sure there's, like, laws against that," you joked, but you got her point. whether you liked it or not, all signs were pointing to you being completely taken with jeremy. and even if it had happened quickly, and even if it wasn't in your typical summer style, perhaps it was time to do something about it.

"next time you call i'm expecting a wedding announcement," were your friend's eventual parting words. "and i like a sweetheart neckline for my bridesmaid's dress." you said your goodbyes and hung up with well wishes and a plan.

a plan that involved picking up some crab from the fish market the following day.

of course, when you entered, the main space was empty, as it always was.

"jeremy?" you called out, "you there?"

"coming!" came that tell-tale voice.

if trent was there too, he didn't make his presence known, as it was only the brown-haired boy who came bursting in from the back, eyes wide with delight when he registered your figure. he actually gave a little laugh, short and boyish. "beauty!" he said, like he couldn't believe his luck. "so soon?"

he didn't stay behind the counter, either, this time coming all the way around to lean against the display case, face you head-on. it was hard to imagine a time when the sight of him like this wouldn't make your mouth dry, just a little. when him, close to you, wouldn't make your heart sing.

he looked conflicted, standing in front of you now, like he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. that made the two of you - because what lines did you still want to remain in place? what boundaries did you want to abolish entirely?

your exhale felt like a bloodstained white flag, waving. "couldn't wait any longer to see you," you said, simply, trying on some of his honesty like a hand-me-down leather jacket. it made you feel just as cool.

and it was worth it to see the way he practically melted at your words, the way his eyes softened, how he seemed to lean further into the display case for support more than comfort.

maybe to push your luck, maybe because you knew you weren't really pushing it at all, you swung your bag to your back, opened up your arms, only a little timidly, stepped forward a bit.

the elementary school bully in your head snickered at your awkwardness, but jeremy only pushed out of his lean immediately, wrapped his thick arms around your frame until your nose was pressed against the black cotton of his shirt. he was warm, so warm, and smelled like the sea, and you had to have been imagining how your limbs practically gave a sigh of relief to feel him hold you again.

how could this possibly be? for so long, you'd been the heartbreaker that boys warned their friends about, and now you were weak in the knees because of a hug?

jeremy laughed, and it rumbled through your body.

"what?" you asked into his firm chest as your fingers fluttered on his back.

he didn't say anything, only pulled his head back a bit, a motion your mirrored until you were staring up at him, curious.

his gaze was almost dazed as he reached a hand up, pinched at your cheek.

you made a sound like it hurt more on instinct than actuality, batting his hand away nonetheless. "what was that for?"

he laughed, leaned down and pressed his lips lightly to where his fingers had been, making your nose and cheeks erupt in strawberry pink. the most tender touch you'd felt, almost embarrassingly soft, enough to make you want to hide your face.

his humor was evident in his tone when he spoke. "had to make sure i wasn't dreaming," he clarified. "with you showin' up here, sayin' you wanna see me, and all. lookin' like this."

the memory of his lips burned like a flame on your skin as you looked up at him. "pretty sure you're supposed to pinch yourself for that," you told him.

something awoke in his eyes. "pinch me, then, beauty," he said, daring you, "'s only fair."

you scrunched up your nose. "only want me to so 'l kiss it better," you mused, knowing the look in his eyes, knowing exactly how that felt.

he hummed, greedy, guilty, let the pause settle like molasses. a moment during which you could have said a million things, but nothing felt quite right. nothing could possibly add to the peace you felt here, right now.

"i know," jeremy said, a self-deprecating sort of tease in his tone that didn't quite fit with the shimmery satisfaction in his eyes. "i know it, 'm so rotten for you."

and maybe you had been about to make some joke about him being rotten, but he had flipped this whole conversation on its head entirely by saying that he was rotten for you. because now this was no longer a joke, now this was just so, so serious.

so serious you cleared your throat, but didn't step away, couldn't bring yourself to. you swung your bag around. "brought you something," you said, tried to hide the shake in your voice as you took the plastic container from your bag, held it up to him. "extra portion of dessert, as promised."

he took it from your hands like it it was made of glass, smiled so wide his eyes crinkled at the corners. "thank you," he said.

there was something almost violent about his kindness.

"anyways," you said, moving right along, for fear that you'd forget what you came for if you looked in his eyes any longer. "was wondering if, i don't know, maybe, you, uh, wanted to-"

as you rambled and stuttered, which was like speaking a foreign language, to you, which made you feel like the tongue in your mouth was not your own, his grin grew, and grew, until you had to shake your head at your ridiculousness. "yes, please," he said, putting you out of your misery.

you rolled your eyes, your face hot. "if you'd only let me finish, i was almost there," you said.

"'course, beauty," he said with a nod, a gesture for you to continue, "didn't mean to interrupt."

you took a breath. "was wondering if you wanted to get ice cream with me, tomorrow?" you managed, the words rushed. "like a date?"

you'd ask him a thousand times, if he kept looking at you like his, as long as he'd take you in his arms, as he was doing now, as long as he'd hide your burning face in his chest and hold you like to let you go would hurt. "yes, please," he repeated into your hair. "did so well, beauty," he said, softer, a murmur. you hadn't known how much you needed someone to tell you that until he mumbled it into your temple, the affirmation sitting atop your head like a crown dipped in gold.

you made it back to the house that day with a package of crab and plans for tomorrow. you immediately texted tj, needing to tell someone, anyone, so much so that you would have told stan, if he'd been around, even though you knew how he would grimace, said something about you not making any sense.

free tomorrow morning? you texted her.

coffee place at eight was her prompt reply.

that was where you sat, now, across the table from your friend, filling her in on what you'd done, what you were doing later today.

she let out a low whistle when you finished, a little out of breath.

"ice cream date, eh?" she said, finally, raising a brow. "what, will you get his snap after?" she crossed her fingers and shook them at you, teasing.

you rolled your eyes and waved her off, but something about her words resonated with you. because it did seem juvenile, it did seem childish and weird.

but you'd never done the juvenile and childish. you'd skipped that part, right to the thoughtful flirting and manipulative mannerisms that you now associated with adulthood. was it so bad that you wanted some of that time back? was it so bad to want the ice cream dates instead of the motive-driven smiles? the bear-hugs instead of the whole let-me-buy-you-a-drink dance?

was it so bad to want it to just be easy, for once? for you not to have to do all the heavy lifting, just so they thought it had been their idea all along? you were tired of hiding your tracks just so they could feel proud when they discovered what you had led them right to.

you told tj as much, and she gave you a soft sort of smile, much more gentle than her usual expression. "well, in any case, i'm proud of you," she said, before looking down, swirling around her mug. "i could use a little bit of your courage."

you tilted your head. "oh yeah?" you asked, "got someone in mind?" of course, you had quite the strong intuition, but you knew it had to come from her.

tj just shrugged. "'m not really looking for anything, right now," she said, non-committal.

"not even from a certain sunshine?" you said, giving her a look, to which she rolled her eyes.

"jesus, not you, too," she said, which had you asking what she meant. "our families have been trying to get us together since we were practically babies," she elaborated, "our moms are best friends."

this new information rolled in your head like creamed butter in a stand mixer. you waited for her to continue.

"and 'm not the kind of person to do what everyone wants, what everyone expects from me," she said.

"oh, really?" you said, sarcastic, "news to me."

she hit your forearm playfully. "'m serious," she said, "and it was fine, because he was on the same page, too, until pretty recently." she looked down. "now he's making it pretty hard to maintain my stone-cold reputation." she said this like a joke, but there was an air of truth to it, too.

you took her hand and squeezed it, because if anyone knew what that felt like, it was you. if anyone knew what it felt like to feel that pull, that pull towards something, someone, who was just so unlike the person you had built yourself up to be, it was you. and you told her us much.

"to the death of the heartbreaker and the ice queen," you said, raising your mug to hers, teasing, but not really, "and the birth of the softie and the lover girl."

she laughed, clinked her mug against yours. "maybe not the death," she amended, "maybe the birth of the softie with a flirtatious streak and the lover girl with a mean one."

you'd toast to that, any day.

later, after you'd prepped for the day's meals, tended to the garden, and planned out tomorrow, you spent a little too much time deciding what to wear for your date, eventually landing on your typical summer uniform of jean cut-offs and a flimsy tank top. you spent a little too much time messing with your hair, a little too much time worrying about how you looked, about everything, but as soon as you saw jeremy that worry all melted away.

you had walked downtown, of course, to the ice cream stand towards the end of the pier, which was attached to the pizza place, and therefore run by the same teenagers. you'd made sure to be on time, but it appeared that jeremy had gotten here early.

he was already standing out front, notably not looking at his phone, just looking around, like he was taking everything in. it felt like a privilege, to see him before he saw you, to simply observe him for a second.

it seemed unfair that you still weren't used to what he looked like without his fishing gear on. this other version of him, this more intimate, everyday version, in goofy cargo shorts and some old t-shirt, seemed almost scandalous in comparison. you'd become so enamored with him, so attracted to him, and you'd only seen his arms bare once before.

it didn't help that he appeared to be wearing a suit jacket over his t-shirt, despite the heat that made the air wilt and waver. his hair curled over the tops of his ears, his face flushed with excitement that multiplied exponentially when he spotted you, now just a couple of steps away from him.

his eyes lit up, his body seemed to hum, like a kid waiting in line for a roller-coaster, finally up next. of course, the first thing he did was wrap you up in a hug. of course, the first thing you did was melt into it.

"beauty!" he exclaimed, "you're here!"

you couldn't help the delighted laugh that he pulled from you as you squeezed him tighter before looking up at him. you smiled, and it wasn't the practice-perfect one, the one that worked on everyone. it was a genuine one, the slightly lopsided one, the toothy one that lit you up from the inside out. "'course i did," you said, before your voice took on a teasing tone. you tugged on his lapel. "you dress up for me, jeremy?"

he blushed, slightly, and you wanted to feel the pink under your lips. for now, you settled with tracing your fingertips across his cheeks and nose, a touch he leaned into, ever so slightly. "you said it was a date," he said, simply, like that explained everything. maybe it did. maybe it explained him.

"you look so handsome," you told him, only because you wanted to, only because it was true. and it was worth it, to watch his eyes well up with bashfulness, to see the way his gaze grew boyishly pleased.

"can't think much 'bout how you look," he said, and it came out soft, almost strained, "know how distracted i get."

with that, with both of you making the other flush, he made to hold the door open for you, followed close behind you as you stood in line, surveying the different flavors.

"what's the chef's favorite flavor?" came his voice from behind you, making you scrunch your mouth up in thought.

"the chef loves a good strawberry," you mused, "what about the fisherman?"

he thought for a moment, appeared to be taking this very seriously. "the fisherman gets something different every time," he told you, and this made a lot of sense. that he wouldn't confine himself to a singular order. "and today, i think it's gonna have to be cotton candy."

"cotton candy?" you asked, surprised, amused.

"oh, yeah," he said, didn't stray from his decision, though, as you stepped up to the counter to order. "lukey knows what 'm talkin' about."

he held out his fist for luke to bump with his own, the teenager sighing, like he was used to this. "hey, jeremy," luke said.

jeremy waved him off. "i thought i said you could call me j-money," he said.

"you did say that," luke deadpanned, picking up a scoop. "i just didn't agree to it."

"what's up, j-money?" jenna, the other worker called, approaching now with a wide grin. "what can we get for you?"

jeremy gave her a fist bump, too. "that's more like it, jenner," he said. "and we're gonna do two scoops of strawberry and two scoops of cotton candy, please and thank you." he turned to you, looked at you like he was trying to read your face. "cup and whipped cream for the berry, cone and sprinkles for the candy."

it wasn't what you'd normally get, but you'd never let him know that. "how'd you know?" you asked, stepping to the side so that the line could move along.

he came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your torso, clasped them in front of you, urging you to lean back into his warm chest. you turned your head to the side, peered up at him. "'m physic about these kinds of things," he said, low, like a secret.

"must be," you mused, a quirk of a smile on your lips.

you both got your ice creams, jeremy insisting on paying, also leaving a tip for luke and jenna, urging the closest thing to a smile you'd seen from luke.

you walked together in stride down to the pier, eventually sitting down on the dock, during which he asked about the menu for this week (cherries, corn, and tomatoes were in right now, so those were your focus), how stan was warming up to you (pretty well, if you did say so yourself), how on earth you had gotten tj to be nice to you (you explained that her nice looked different than other people).

in turn, you asked about how the market was doing (well, especially now that scallops and rockfish had begun to make an appearance), what was new with camp (he'd finally gotten luke's younger sister to hold a rod correctly), what trent was up to tonight (his family liked to do board game nights every week).

as the sun began to sink deeper into the sky, and as your ice cream began to melt into a soupy pink at the bottom of your cup, the conversation naturally became a little more substantial, too. you were surprised at how easily you welcomed that from him, surprised how easily you answered questions about how you got into culinary arts (there was something about food that brought people together in a way nothing else did), what your favorite part of being a private chef was (learning new people and places so closely), what your least favorite part was (you'd always wondered what it'd be like to cook for a larger, more diverse audience).

and you asked him about how he had grown so close to the frederics (trent had been his best friend since he was in preschool), what he loved so much about this place (he knew everyone, loved everyone like they were family), what was so special about fishing (there was nothing quite like feeling as if something as powerful as the sea was on your side).

eventually, the sky was saturated with that blood orange haze, the heat had subsided into something much more drowsy, more pleasant, the kind of air that had your gaze lingering on his mouth as he spoke, as he laughed.

the kind of air that had his knee against yours feeling like something much more serious.

you both took last bites of your ice creams, hands sticky and heads clouded with sweetness. you set your cup down, looked up at him again, found the corner of his mouth blue and pink with residue.

"you have, uh, something, right here," you said, motioning on your own mouth where.

he wasn't embarrassed at all, of course he wasn't, as he made to wipe at the wrong side of his mouth. "did i get it?" he asked, his gaze growing heated, hooded.

you gave a slight shake of your head, bit your lip slightly. how shameless could you be, here? how rotten?

time seemed to slow, to liquify as you reached out a delicate hand, gently swiped at his lips until your fingers felt sticky.

pretty shameless, you decided, especially rotten.

you brought your fingers to your own mouth, sucked the sweetness off of them in a moment, watched the way his eyes practically glazed over, the air vibrating between the two of you.

there was no one else on the dock, the sun was almost done setting, its slow descent all but finished. even if there had been other people there, though, you doubt you would have felt their presence, doubt it would have mattered.

there was very little that seemed to matter, now, as you let him tug you onto his lap, facing him. very little that seemed to matter as your eyes searched his, very little that seemed to matter besides the feeling of him, under you, besides his exhales and yours.

"please," he breathed, entranced, like in a dream, and of course you pulled him to you by the lapel of his ridiculous suit jacket, of course your lips met his in a kiss that felt like waltzing through a rainstorm, like equal parts innocent and sinful, like something cinematic, something spectacular.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, urging the softest of noises from his throat, something like a sigh of relief, something like a whimper as one of his hands found the side of your face, the other pressing against the plane of your back, pushing you closer against his chest.

he tasted like sugar and something waxy, from the sprinkles, making you smile against his mouth, almost laugh. you much preferred this to the kisses of gatorade and vodka, of rum and coke from summers past. this was something beautiful, something so entirely him, and you, and no one else.

his mouth slanted across yours like a smirk, easy as a laugh, and when you pulled away, rested your forehead against his, both of your chests were heaving, mirroring swollen lips and flushed cheeks and heated gazes. his thumb drew barely-there hearts into your jawline.

he looked practically blissed out, from only a kiss, the rambler at a complete loss for words. you smiled. oh, to make the sweet-talker speechless.

he gave your cheekbone the lightest pinch, a thousand words you understood in the action, and then it was your turn to be speechless.

there was something monumental in this quiet, the lull of the ocean harmonizing with your exhaling breaths.

this harmony echoed in your head the whole night, into the next morning, when you got a text from jeremy asking if you were free that afternoon.

freddy wants to take the boat out on the lake, he texted, followed by please come, followed by can't stop thinking about you.

so, of course, because you were very much past being able to say no to him, and because you had finished your work for the day by three, you found yourself on the smaller dock on the lake, dressed for the heat, a swimsuit under your shorts and tank, your bag slung over your shoulder.

tj stood next to you, mumbling something about how you had conveniently left out whose boat this was, to which you mumbled something back about how she probably should have guessed it.

"sunshine?" that odd voice called out once the two of you approached. "didn't know you were comin' out."

"finally got somethin' i can use, eh?" tj said, that sharp tongue quicker than ever.

"should'a warned me," trent shot right back, "would'a worn my five inchers." tj rolled her eyes as jeremy hopped down onto the dock, immediately enveloping you in one of his hugs that you had come to crave.

"hey," you said into his chest, rubbed careful circles into his back.

he pulled back slightly, planted messy kisses on your cheeks and nose until you were giggling. "missed you," he said against your jaw.

"missed you, too," you told him, because it was the truth.

the memory of last night sat between the two of you like a weighted mist, like a velvety curtain, making your stomach flip, making his embrace feel hot. the heat was cut by a familiar voice.

"no wandering hands, frederic," tj said to trent with a warning finger as he made to help her into the boat, placing his hands on her waist.

he rolled his eyes. "relax, sunshine," he said, lifting her smoothly and placing her down, slapping the side of her thigh playfully. "these hands don't wander." his eyes grew teasing. "they know exactly where they're going."

tj scoffed and made to set her things down on the bench at the front of the boat as jeremy crouched down in front of you.

"hop on," he said, grunting slightly as you wrapped your arms around him. he held onto your legs, pushing up as you laid your cheek against the back of his neck. you hadn't had a piggyback ride in ages, and it was just as fun as you remembered.

jeremy stepped up onto the small deck area, walking you up to the front, shifting you and setting you down gracefully on the bench, next to tj.

"thank you," you said, giving him a smile as you put your bag down.

he winked at you. "anytime, beauty."

the lake was stunning this afternoon, like the inside of a snow-globe, without the fake powdery snow.

it was an afternoon distinct in its easiness.

easy, how you and tj chatted about where you'd gotten your swimsuits, you launching into a story that involved a surf shop in nantucket.

easy, when jeremy asked you to help him with his sunscreen. how you gently rubbed the white lotion onto his forehead, his cheeks, how he laughed when you scrunched up your face at the smell, how you squealed when he nipped at your fingers.

easy, how, when the sun began its drowsy dip, the temperature stirring slightly, trent dropped his zip-up hoodie on tj's shoulders and told her to "knock it off and put it on, teej," before she could argue.

easy, how trent insisted that the food you'd brought for them was the best he'd had, even though it was just sandwiches and fruit. how tj said she knew there was a reason she was friends with you, immediately citing the way you'd cut up melon into perfect cubes. easy, how jeremy's lips on yours tasted like watermelon, that afternoon.

it was a beautiful day, through and through, filled with refreshingly-chilly swims and hours laying out in the tart lemony sunshine, until you felt pleasantly tired, until you felt the weight of the day in your limbs, the evidence of a day laughing in your throat and voice.

at some point, jeremy had pulled you onto his lap by the slinky strings of your swimsuit bottom, shifted you until you sat on one of his firm thighs, your legs crossed over the other as you leaned your side into his bare chest. you'd thrown one arm around his neck, tracing your nails over his shoulder, his collarbone.

this, sitting with him like this, like neither of you were really quite sure where one of you ended and the other began, this was easy as breathing. you had nothing to prove to each other, and you felt that lightness like a breeze.

the two of you watched tj and trent bicker with knowing smiles. you commented on what songs were playing from tj's speaker, your favorite concerts you'd been to. you talked about your plans for tomorrow.

when jeremy felt you shiver, he helped you shoulder on the sweater he'd brought.

"you won't be cold?" you asked, balling up the soft fabric in your fists. he only shook his head, kissed your temple, making your smile come easy.

"i run hot, beauty," he said, shifting you closer.

you hummed, feeling just about ready to fall asleep in his arms. "i know," you told him, pressing your lips to his chest, the underside of his strong jaw, which made his exhale shaky. you smiled. "my own heater," you whispered.

"anything for you," he breathed into your ear.

it was almost too much, this confession of his that seemed to get you, every time, combined with the feeling of him all around you, under you, his bare skin against your palms. almost. just enough.

just enough that when you were back on dry land, when the sun had set, when trent and tj had insisted that they'd pack everything up, jeremy's gaze on your frame felt like fire. enough that his grip on your waist felt heavy, made your stomach twist with want. enough that you told him you'd walk back to his place with him, if only to get a couple more seconds in his presence.

until you stood in front of his door, and the air seeming to bend around you like refracting light. you looked up at him, his eyes leaden with desire.

and it was sort of weird, because what was so different about him was how he made you feel younger, more innocent, less of the heartbreaker and more of the easy-to-smile sap.

was it odd that there was something sort of innocent in the purity of the want you felt, then? that there was something almost angelic about just how deeply you wanted him, how it was so undiluted by any other motive. you wanted him because of him, and because of you, and because of everything that had led you to this moment.

did you imagine the halo of light around his head as his gaze caught on your mouth, like a snag on a record player?

"d'you wanna come in?" he murmured.

did you imagine the way that halo melted into something like mischievous horns when you nodded, let him reach around you to unlock the door, lead you inside?

and you'd pause, for a moment, think about how this was technically the first time you'd been in his place, about how much it meant that he had offered this piece of himself to you, about how you wanted him to see your apartment back home, some time.

but that pause would stretch like putty, like something you could hold, when his voice would come out rough, choked, when he would ask, "do you want a tour?"

and you'd tilt your head, like you knew something he didn't, as he'd switch on the hallway light. you'd lean back against the wall, wait for him to settle, right in front of you, a breath apart. "no," you'd say, softly. "later, maybe."

his gaze would grow thicker, and he'd lay a light hand on your hip, boxing you against the wall with his frame. "what do you want, beauty?" you'd reach up, lay an arm around his neck, tugging him down to you. "tell me."

"let me show you, hm?" you'd breathe, and he'd give a desperate sort of nod that'd have you clashing together in a kiss of teeth and flame and fairy-floss sweetness.

now, you whimpered into his mouth as his grip on you grew more forceful, more intentional. he pulled you flush against him, wide hands clutching at your thigh, rooting in your hair.

you hooked a leg around his hip, to which he moaned, his mouth falling open wider, neck falling back, allowing you better access. you left open-mouth kisses down his jaw, his neck, his slight stubble rough under your lips, your teeth, your tongue, as you nipped and sucked, relishing in the noises you drew from him, whimper-ish moans cut with breathy pants.

he was already impossibly hard across your front, you could feel how affected he was by this, by you. it made you smile. it made you pull away, barely, for a second. you brushed his eyelids with your fingertips, willed them to flutter open.

"lost you, there," you said, your voice rough. you were acutely aware of the slow, almost undetectable grind of his hips against you, even though it seemed as if he was doing it subconsciously.

he gave a short shake of his head. "not lost," he rasped, holding the side of your face in his palm. "'m here, beauty, swear it." and maybe lost wasn't the right word, maybe it was something close to blissed out, maybe even fucked out, even from just a kiss, a couple marks on his neck.

"good," you said, and you certainly didn't miss the way his eyes darkened. "then will you let me-"

"yes," he said, before you could finish, which tugged a laugh from your lips, somehow more significant, more telling than any moan could be. he took you by the hand and pulled you to his bedroom.

"didn't let me finish, rotten boy," you teased, to which something like sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"'m sorry, beauty," he said, shutting the door behind him, pulling you onto his lap as he sat on the foot of his bed, and it was something sort of innocent, to be having this same conversation, again. "please, please, tell me what you need."

you massaged the muscles in his shoulders gently with your palms as you shifted on his lap. "need you in my mouth, jeremy," you said, the words heavy in their honesty, weighted when spoken through swollen lips. "let me make out with your cock, yeah?" and there was that glassy look again, simultaneously like he was somewhere far away and in the palm of your hand. you sunk to your knees in front of him, peered up at him through your lashes. "please?"

"fuck," he bit out, tugged and twisted his clothes aside. "yeah, beauty. yeah, you can."

you smiled as you took him in your hands, spit onto his cock, pumped your gentle grip up and down, watched the way his head fell back, the way his thighs clenched when you dug your nails into one to ground you.

that slick, lewd sound echoed in your head, making you aware of how wet you were, how potent the desire inside you had become.

you ran your tongue up the length of him, could have laughed at how his choked exhale gave you butterflies, instead took all of him in your mouth, held your head down until you felt resistance, hollowed out your cheeks.

when was the last time you had done this with a fire in your stomach? the last time you'd wanted, more than anything, to make it so, so good for someone?

you'd known you were good at this, for so long, that you couldn't remember the last time you'd sucked someone off like you had something to prove.

that's what it felt like, now, with the hard, hot weight of him on your tongue. i'd work for you, you seemed to be screaming, i'd let you work for me.

his rooted grip on your scalp was firm, warm. "fuck, beauty, like that," he groaned, the other hand coming to rest on top of yours, on his thigh. like a reminder than he was truly present, that the act of you, like this, wasn't lost on him. like he understood. like he was grateful.

you tilted your head to the side, forced him deeper, the tip running along the inside of your cheek. his neck rolled at the sensation, making you pick your head up off of him, continue to run your hands over his cock, wet with your spit, look up at his flushed face. "like this, baby?" you asked, your movements painfully slow. "bein' so good for me, hm?"

he was nodding, and when he spoke, it was a whine. "please, beauty, can i see you?" he asked, "wanna see all of you, need it."

you were long past being able to deny him something he needed so deliriously, so you let him pull your shirt over your heart, tug your shorts aside, paw at the strings of your swimsuit until there was nothing obstructing his view of you.

you pulled at the edge of his shirt, helped him out of it, and sighed at the sight, at the already darkening bruises on his neck, the solidity of his stomach and chest.

his gaze had grown awestruck, and you found yourself embarrassed, sort of, maybe just restless, at the heaviness of his eyes on you, coating you like a red candy apple.

"get my good side," you managed, throat rough, voice rougher, a smile on your face at the nostalgia of the moment, how you'd been here before.

he laughed, then, a genuine one, pulled you to his chest and kissed you, so gentle and soft your heart sprouted angel wings. "never seen anything so pretty," he mumbled against your lips, urging a flush you felt up your neck.

you grinned, not the one that worked on everyone. the one that worked because it was for him. "please, can i have-"

"yes," he said, and it sent both of you into breathy laughs, because how many times would he say yes to you before knowing what you were asking? then he flipped you onto your back, though, the cottony fabric soft under you. "yeah, beauty, you can have me inside you."

you wanted to ask him how he'd known, but then he dragged his fingers through your folds, found you practically dripping, caught his thumb on your clit, making you jolt. "please," you moaned, "dyin' for it, baby, 'm soaked for you."

"don't need to beg me, beauty," he said, running the head of his cock along your center, making you whimper. his grin grew wicked. "sound so pretty when you do, though."

your reply would have been witty, you were sure of it, but it was mangled, torn from your throat in a strangled sound when he pushed inside of you, finally, slowly, making you clutch at his shoulder for something to hold onto.

the stretch grew as he pushed further into you, until you felt him in your bloodstream, in the back of your head like a memory, in your palms.

"fuck," you bit out, "fuck, just there, hm? stretch me out, baby, want it so bad."

he finally bottomed out, fluttered his molten eyes open again. you watched them soften when they regained focus on you, witnessed yourself become his beacon, calling him home from dreamland.

he pulled back slowly, pushed forward again, began a slow rhythm that had your head spinning, had your vision clouding over, sun showers exploding behind your eyes at the impossible stretch.

time oozed like strawberry jam, thick, you almost expected the clock on the wall to stop ticking entirely, for its face to stare back at you, frozen.

"how's that, beauty?" he rasped, at some point, when his pace had progressed into something more mind-numbing, when your thighs began to feel the start of the coming-soreness, when his stomach and shoulders started to contract and tense in the most delicious way. "that good?"

you nodded, choked on a whimper when he moved his hand to your lower stomach, stretched his thumb to swipe methodically at your clit. "that's, fuck," you tried, exhaling shakily, "fuck, that's so good, baby, you're so good."

you clenched around him, making him stutter, his hips jerking. "won't last like this," he warned, "can't, beauty, feel too perfect. too, fuck, too perfect for me."

he pressed you down harder until you could feel the outline of the mattress against your shoulder blades. "'m close, too," you breathed. "just need, just-"

your words were lost as he dragged the heel of his hand along your clit and back, the friction so stunning that your fingers twitched. "please cum, beauty," he pleaded, like he needed it, like he'd die for it. "cum on my cock, yeah?" you practically writhed around him. "fuck, give me it, hm?"

your high came abruptly and brutally, so sharp and consuming you barely registered his own orgasm, the warmth and sensation of it, the way he dipped his head down to bite gently on your chest, just sharp enough to leave a mark. you only really noticed the way the heavy weight of his body collapsed onto yours, pinning you between his damp chest and the bed.

breaths came slowly and drowsily, as you regained a sense of the room, of time, of space, as he rolled over slightly, just to give you more air, laid a massive arm on the outside of your thigh, pulled you half on top of him.

he looked so beautiful, then, a glossy adoring gaze paired with swollen lips, traces of your mouth all over him. you had a feeling you looked in a similar way, fussed hair and watery eyes.

you could have stayed there for hours, the measure seemed irrelevant, as he palmed, kneaded your thigh softly, as you twisted his messy curls around a finger.

at some point, he brought his free hand up, pinched at his own cheek.

you smiled at the cyclical sense of it all. "you're not dreaming," you rasped.

"oh, i know," he said, a smug, lazy grin peeking through his lips before he turned his cheek to you, expectantly. "i still think you should kiss it better, though."

butterflies stirred in your stomach as you gave a playful roll of your eyes, leaned your head forward to press your lips to his cheek.

"rotten," you breathed.

"for you," he clarified.

dreamland had nothing on here. on this.

you know, i hear she used to be a real heartbreaker, the big hand on the clock whispered, low and secretive.

really? the little hand said, shocked, her? there was a pause. what happened?

the big hand shrugged. don't know, it said. shame.

a real shame.

fin.

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Snake Secrets

Summary: Tom finds out about your secret pet. And you find out one of his many secrets, as well

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Behold, a fanfiction literally nobody was expecting! Expect more, because boy do I have Tom brainrot!

It was an awfully cold day in Hogwarts. The landscape was as white as Headmaster Dippet's hair. In other words, it was the perfect time to cuddle up by the fire with your pair of warmest socks. Oh, and of course a cup of hot cocoa.

The green flames waved in the nonexistent wind as you sat down intently with a book you borrowed from the restricted section. A book that was entirely in runes and required a complete translation.

It was when you stood up to head to your room that you noticed something was terribly wrong.

There was something absent from your robes.

The grass snake you had taken in as your pet, was missing.

The reptile was rescued by you a couple of weeks ago after you found it in the snow. The poor thing wasn't even in torpor and was clearly not doing well. But you being the kind person you are (and being Slytherin giving you a soft spot for snakes) you brought it inside and helped it get a few mice in its tummy.

So far the snake has seemed to be rather taken with you as he simply chills out with you and has never shown you any hostility. You have taken to calling it Theo.

Because of today's extra chill, you decided to help Theo warm up by sitting next to the fire while snuggled up in your robes. But the serpent is nowhere to be seen.

Now, this is bad for many reasons. For one, it is terribly cold out for a snake. Secondly, you're fairly certain snakes aren't allowed as pets and the poor thing will probably be killed. And thirdly, you know Parkinson's cat is strutting around somewhere and you know she would just love a fresh kill.

You rush off in a frenzy all around the Slytherin dorms. Is he by the fireplace? No. Did he make his way back to your dorm? Also no. You searched the Slytherin house from top to bottom with no luck.

It is to your horror that you realize the snake must have gotten out of the dorms. You hurry out of the common room into the dreary dungeons and almost speed past the paintings, before stopping in your tracks. Perhaps the paintings saw something?

"Excuse me, sir by chance did you see a snake er.. slither by?"

The elderly, stern woman looked your way.

"Yes, the dreadful thing went down the hall and into the fifth room on the left. Fairly certain it followed that prefect boy."

You raised your eyebrows at this. Why would Theo follow a prefect? And who did he follow?

You bowed and expressed your thanks before racing to the specified location.

~TOM'S POV~

How I manage to forget how unbearable people are, I may never know. Most of the Slytherins had decided to stay in the commons today to stay warm during this frigid day, meaning I could get no peace and true studying in. Thankfully, there was a study room not too far from the dorm that few knew about.

It was as I was getting my books out that I heard a voice behind me. It would seem I was followed.

"Excuse me."

I turned around, ready to deal with the interloper but nobody was to be seen.

What sort of idiot asks for me while under an invisibility potion?

Before I could speak my thoughts I was interrupted by another,

"Excuse me, sir."

It wasn't until my eyes drifted down that I realized who had interrupted my study session.

On the floor was a medium-sized snake with some brown scales, and it was looking expectantly at me. Seems this grass snake luckily stumbled upon the one person in this school who could understand him.

"Yes, what is it, snake?"

The snake slithered closer and it seemed to get the closest thing a snake could to a sparkle in its eye.

"Oh, sir, please help me. You are the only person here who can understand me."

"Well, yes, I am the only heir of Slytherin, after all."

"Oh wow! A celebrity! Please, it would seem I have gotten lost."

"I would say. Don't you know it's Winter? This school makes for an awful place to be a snake, with how many owls there are."

"Oh, you see I was rescued by this awfully nice lady from the snow. She took me in and gave me some tasty mice. She even helped me stay warm and gave me a name! But I caught a whiff of a rat and the next thing I know I'm here! I would like to make my way back to her, I'm sure she's worried sick."

"Yes, that would be quite a predicament. I suppose I could direct you back to her. Now do you know anything about her? Such as her house?"

"Oh, thank you, sir! I don't know terribly much but where she resides couldn't be terribly far from here. Oh, and there's green everywhere in her den."

I hummed at the thought.

"A Slytherin taking in an animal. Now you hear something new every day. Fine then, you may follow me back to the Slytherin commons but you'll have to find her from there yourself."

But it would seem I have to put a pin in that plan as another person opened the door.

~YOUR POV~

I was about to open the door to the study room before I heard something quite odd. It sounded like a set of hisses.

Theo!

Theo must be behind this door!

But I stopped again as another set of hisses came through, and a very different set at that. Was there another snake in there?

Well, if Theo made a friend you were more than happy to meet them. For now, you just wanted to know he was ok. So you bit the bullet and opened the door.

What you found was not quite what you were expecting. Thinking back on it, maybe you should have from what the painting told you.

In this study room stood Tom Riddle, with your Theo on his shoulder. It would seem Tom was the prefect Theo followed, and Tom most certainly found out.

"Oh, Tom. I see you found.. a snake."

Your attempt at keeping the fact that the snake was yours was completely shattered as Theo immediately slithered over to you and started to make his way to your shoulder; acting like your very own scarf.

Tom merely raised his eyebrow.

"Is this your snake?"

You gulped.

"Oh, yes. I know snakes are generally frowned upon here but I just couldn't let him die in the cold. Please don't tell anyone, Riddle. I swear I'll let him outside as soon as it's safe."

Riddle merely hummed at your proposition but your mouth just had to open again.

"Oh, by the way, is there another snake here?"

Tom smirked.

"No, why do you have another snake on the loose I should know of?"

"Oh, no. I'm just fairly sure I heard another snake in her-"

Wait a sec. It was just you, Tom, and Theo in this room. No other snakes.

Now that you think about it, the only person who could have possibly made another set of hisses could be Tom, but he obviously can't talk to snakes.

Unless of course, he can.

Riddle always did have a way with all academics and had gained quite a following amongst a group of purebloods, despite his 'mudblood' status. Although if you recall correctly he did come from an orphanage.

Could it be?

And of course, Tom seemed to know exactly what you were thinking.

Your face blanched.

"Well I should be going-"

You heard the click of a lock.

"Why, (L/N)? We just started talking."

You gulped as you turned back to face him.

"I suppose the snake is out of the bag now, isn't it Theo? Now what should I do with you? I can't have anyone blabbing their mouths about this now, can I? But luckily for you, I have quite a soft spot for snakes. Besides someone as sweet as you are probably going through enough, being a Hufflepuff disguised as a Slytherin and all."

He had made you back up to the point you almost fell in a chair.

But despite the situation you couldn't help but slightly flare up.

"Hey, I'm as much of a Slytherin, besides you I suppose, as anyone else in this house. Just because I showed a bit of kindness does not make me any less ambitious and cunning. Besides, I think me being kind to a snake is enough proof as any."

For whatever reason he reached out and barely touched your hair with a hiss and Theo decided to slither up his hand.

"You know, Theo is awfully fond of you. It would be awfully mean to separate the two of you, especially during Winter and all."

Your eyes widened.

"Tom, can I call you that, I swear I won't tell a soul. I respect secrets, I just ask you not to tell anyone about Theo. If you don't tell, I swear my lips are sealed. I'll even make a vow."

Tom waves his hand and you hear the door behind you unlocked.

"That won't be necessary, (Y/N). This just gives me more of an excuse to keep an eye on you now. Be sure no one else sees him on the way back. Surely they will not be nearly as fond as I am of you."

#yandere #starcrossedyanderes #romance #yandere romance #yandere male #harry potter #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle x reader #yandere tom riddle #tom riddle #snakes #x reader

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brenbofen · 9 months

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Hi! Just wanted to say that I love your dom reader work!

Also, I saw that you did a work with a mermaid reader, so I wanted to give you an idea you may like. There is these things called nagas (which is basically a half serpent person) that maybe you could include in your work (male reader preferably, whichever character you want)

If you don't want to I completely understand, keep up the amazing work!

How do you sex a snake? ♥︎

Sub Blade x Naga AMAB Reader

Broadcaster Message - Bwahaha!! Thank you so much!! I’m so happy people enjoy my writing!! I saw this right before I went to bed last night and ohh goodness it’s been buzzing in my mind all day. Decided to write Blade but if you wanna come back a request a specific character with a naga reader my ask box is always open! Σ(･ω･ﾉ)ﾉ also really weird, I had a dream about writing this before HSR even came out?? freaky

Notes 🗒️ - Sub Blade, Dom AMAB Reader, Naga Reader, Monster Fucking, PwP (Porn with Plot), Reader has Duel Cocks and a Slit, Reader has fangs and claws, Me rambling about snake anatomy for a bit, Possibly OOC Blade?, He’s very curious at the start, Biting and scratching, Blade is kind of pushy, Exposition is kinda long, I was brain dumping, Playing with and sucking on Blade’s nipples, Masochist Blade, Teasing/Edging, Anal sex, Degradation, Reader calls Blade a slut and whore, Mention of blood, Playing with Blade’s regeneration abilities, Hair pulling, Begging, Reader is mean, Blade likes it, Let me know if I missed anything!

!! Not Proof Read !! i really need to get someone to read over these for me

“[Name], come here.”

Your head perked up at the sound of Blade’s deep voice calling out. You looked over and saw him hunched over something, poking at it with his sword. You slowly moved over to him, the only sound being your tail crushing grass and leaves beneath you. You were both currently out on a mission, in the process of cleaning up any evidence you were there. Blade had been frustrated he was paired with you, preferring to work alone or with Kafka, and you were just excited to get out of the stuffy apartment the Stellaron Hunter’s called a base.

You glanced over Blade’s shoulder, almost immediately shrieking at him and pushing him to the side. “Don’t poke at a snake with your sword?” You hissed, unconsciously baring your fangs at Blade. He scoffed, getting back up and walking over to you, watching as you gently picked the snake up. “Just wanted to show you. He’s kinda similar to you.” You glared at Blade, “You’re just saying that because I’m a naga, we don’t even have similar patterns,” You held the snake up, “Besides, she, isn’t even the same type of snake I am.”

You continued to cradle the snake, Blade watching you curiously. “How do you know the gender of it?” Blade asked, at first you thought he was mocking you, but you noticed looked at you so curiously, eyes soft as he awaited your response. “Oh, you can tell by the tail. Female snake’s tails are thinner and have a gradual taper, male snake tails are thicker are the taper is more sudden.” You motioned to the snake in your arm’s tail, then your own, trying to show Blade the difference.

“That seems unreliable.”

You nodded, gently putting the snake down and resting your arms on your hips. “Yeah, it is hard to tell if you aren’t experienced or have another snake to compare it with. There are other ways to figure it out.” Blade nodded, following you when you began to slither away. There was a moment of silence between the two of you, both of you moving through a grassy field on the outskirts of a town, returning to the location Kafka dropped you off at.

The peaceful silence was broken by Blade, to your shock. “What are the other ways?” You hummed in response, more focused on searching for Kafka, she was supposed to pick you up around this time. “The other ways to tell the gender of a snake?” You turned your head so fast, face feeling warm as you stared at him. “Oh— You uh…” You fidgeted with your hands, trying to figure out how to word your explanation.

“We can uh… Talk about this later.” You stated bluntly, waving Blade off and pulling out your phone to text Kafka. You could tell he rolled his eyes, even with your back turned, hearing him sigh loudly.

Later, after Kafka picked you both up, you had completely forgotten about the question, continuing on with your day. But Blade couldn’t, your awkward response was burned into his mind, curiosity clawing at his mind, he needed to know.

Currently you were wrapping your torso in a large fluffy towel, having just got out of the bath. You hummed softly to yourself, doing your routine then slipping out of the bathroom, going to your room. You didn’t expect to see Blade sat on your bed, legs crossed and watching you intently.

“Blade, why are you in my room?” You eyed him carefully, moving into your room and shutting the door behind you. Blade moved his legs so he could rest his head on his knee, lazily blinking as he watching you move through your room. “I wanted you to answer my question.” You sighed as you removed the towel from around your torso, rubbing your face into it, “You’re still caught up on that?” You groaned, turning back to Blade, face impossibly warm.

“After that response you gave me, of course I am.” You threw your towel at Blade impulsively, glaring at the man. Blade balled the towel up in his lap, still giving you the same bored expression, tilting his head to the side. You gritted your teeth, throwing your arms in the air. “Fine! Fine. I better not need to repeat anything.” You pointed at Blade as you slithered to your bed, plopping down next to him.

He gave you a small nod, watching intently. You took a deep breath, stomach twisting into an uncomfortable knot. You ran your hand down your stomach, pressing down to better show your slit. “So, one way is with a snake probe. You— You would press the probe into here and if it drops one to three scales, then the snake is a female, if it drops nine to fifteen then the snake is male.”

You trailed off, watching Blade, feeling your body grow warm. “That all?” He asked softly, you couldn’t tell if he was aware of your embarrassment, acting dumb just to torture you. Without any other statement Blade got up and left, leaving you flustered in your room.

The next few days were relatively normal, all of you doing your respective missions and tasks. It was an unspoken rule among the Stellaron Hunters to mind your business, don’t bother someone if they seem engulfed in their current task unless you want to be snapped at. Though, Blade, who was the main reason this rule was put into place, had completely disregarded.

You didn’t miss how he seemed to be hovering near you more often that not, curiously asking about what you were doing. It honestly made you wonder if he was thinking of getting a pet snake with how often he asked you about your own maintenance.

Currently you were sprawled on a couch in the lounge, soaking in the little sun that peaked into the windows. You tried your hardest to ignore Blade, who was sat on a coffee table, watching you intently. You were both alone in the apartment, Silver Wolf and Kafka out on a mission and Elio no where to be seen. It was honestly kind of relaxing, you had gotten more comfortable with Blade over the span of the last few days, becoming used to his presence.

You hummed, turning your head to look at Blade. He had his eyes closed, leaning on the end of his sword. He looked peaceful, seeming like he was enjoying the warmth of the sun with you. “I can move if you want to sit on the couch.” You mumbled, Blade opening his eyes slightly to stare at you before closing them again. You took that as a no, but still coiled in on yourself so there was space on the end of the couch.

You closed your eyes, unaware Blade had gotten up at some point and sat next to you, watching you intently. “How much control do you have over… this?” Blade spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him, only fully aware of what he asked when he rested his hand on your tail. You sat up slightly, moving to wrap your tail around Blade’s waist, watching as he curiously slid your hands over your scales.

“Decent amount, can’t pick things up with it.” You smiled at Blade, the man still touching your scales. “It’s… smooth.” You nodded, amused as he stared at you body like a child, some kind of wonder you didn’t recognize in his eyes. You missed how the look in his eyes morphed into something else as his eyes dragged over your torso to your face, deep red eyes staring blankly at you.

You missed how Blade moved to better face you, hands sliding up your tail to rest on your hips, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “[Name].” Blade spoke your name so softly, almost as if the word was foreign to him, gently slipping hands under your shirt. Blade leaned forward as best the could, effectively hovering over your body, your tail loosely hanging around his waist.

“Is something wrong?” You shifted uncomfortably beneath his gaze, feeling Blade’s fingers graze just over your slit. Blade’s face was so close to yours. You could feel his warm breath, your hands trembling slightly as they moved to wrap around his neck. He suddenly leaned forward, pressed his lips against yours. You gasped against him, eyes flying open, feeling Blade press his tongue into your mouth.

You groaned as he pressed his fingers into your slit, relaxing beneath him, allowing Blade to take control. He pulled away from the kiss, moving down to bite your neck, grinning when he heard you release a whine. “Blade—“ You tugged on his hair, throwing your head back as he opened your slit, guiding your cocks out.

You were shocked with how he seemed to know what he was doing, how to touch you and make sure he didn’t hurt you.

Blade continued to massage your slit, leaning down covering your neck im bite marks and hickeys. “Blade wait-“ You pushed him up slightly, Blade staring at you slightly annoyed, but paused all his movements, waiting for your next words. “Can we move to my room or yours?” Blade suddenly seemed to process you were both still in the lounge, looking around with an embarrassed expression before nodding, slipping off of you.

You both moved to your room, Blade climbing onto your bed as you locked your door. You moved onto your bed, loosely wrapping your tail around Blade as you pushed him onto the bed. Blade helped you strip him down to his boxers, watching as you scanned over his body. You pressed your face into his neck, biting down as you ran your hands up his scared torso, feeling his hands twitch on your hips.

He practically whimpered at the feeling of your sharp teeth sinking into his skin, nails digging into your skin, throwing his head back when you dragged your tongue across the wound. You chuckled, nipping at his ear slightly. “Didn’t think you’d be into that, Bladie.” You dragged a clawed finger up Blade’s chest, hearing him groan as you scratched the sensitive flesh.

You cupped one of his pecs, digging your nails into the soft mound. “Aeons, these are so big.” You leaned down from his neck and wrapped your lips around his nipple, dragging your tongue across the sensitive bud. Blade hissed at the feeling, dragging his hand up your back and resting it in your hair, his head falling back onto your pillows. You pulled your head up and smiled at him, pinching his nipples between your fingers, laughing when a whimper escaped his lips. “Aww, you’re so sensitive here.” You cooed at him before taking his pec back into your mouth, taking in all the sweet sounds that spilled from Blade’s lips.

When you pulled away for the final time Blade’s chest was red and covered in your saliva, a thin string connecting your lips to the sensitive hard buds snapping as you sat up. Blade sat himself up, resting on his forearms, watching you carefully.

You curled two of your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, running your free hand over the dark happy trail that ran down his stomach. Blade lifted his hips to help you remove his boxers, hissing as the cold air of your room hit his dick. He was thick, really thick. You wrapped your hand around the base, brushing a thumb over a prominent vein on the underside. You glanced up at Blade, slowly running your hand up his dick. He let out a breathy moan, eyes half-lidded as he watched you carefully glide your hands up and down his dick, massaging his balls with your other hand.

You were careful to not accidentally nick him with your nails, pressing soft kisses onto his stomach as you continued to jerk him off. Blade occasionally would jerk his hips up, about to reach his peak, just before you would take your hands away, grinning mischievously at the man. This continued for a bit, Blade becoming more and more agitated with your teasing before gripping your wrist when you pulled away for what was probably the fifth time, sitting up to glare at you.

“[Name].” He hissed at you as you just grinned down at him, tip of your tail flicking in amusement. “Yes?” You pretended to be oblivious, tilting your head to the side. “Just— Just fuck me already!” Blade practically growled at you, a look of surprise forming on your face, you hadn’t expected him to be so direct.

You regained your composure, the same mischievous smile forming on your face as you lifted your hand, showing Blade your long sharp nails. “I can’t properly prep you with these.” Blade rolled his eyes, falling onto the bed and wrapping his legs around your hips, effectively laying on top of your tail. “I don’t care at this point, fuck me without preparation, without lube at this point! Just— Just please fuck me—“ You stared at Blade with wide eyes, suddenly sensing the desperation in his voice, the pleading look he gave you.

You sighed, reaching over to your bedside table to grab a bottle of lube, using one hand to grab it and the other to massage your slit, slowly guiding your dicks out. Blade watched curiously as you reached your full length, watching how you stroked them, covering one in lube. You tired to cover Blade’s hole as best as you could with the lube, trying to not dig your nails into his skin.

You lined him up, pushing the tip of your bottom dick against his hole. “I’m gonna go in now, alright?” Blade nodded, pushing his hips down in an attempt to force you in. You slowly pushed your dick in, hissing as you felt Blade stretch around you. Blade groaned at the pain, arching his back to feel more of you, pulling you closer to him. Eventually when you bottomed out, mostly because Blade forced you closer and further into him with his legs around your hips, you were hovering over him, arms on either side of his head.

You could feel him squeezing around you, feeling as if he were trying to pull more of you into him. Blade rested his hands on your shoulders, eyeing your second dick that was pressing against his. “Could you put that one in too?” You choked on your own spit, staring at Blade exasperated, “I’m sorry?” Blade motioned to your other dick, glancing back at you with an almost bored expression. “You’re getting way too ahead of yourself, at least get used to one first.” Blade rolled his eyes, leaning back into the bed. You honestly couldn’t believe him.

Part of you wanted to punish him for how greedy he was being.

You slowly began to thrust your hips, Blade beginning to smile as he felt your dick pressing into his body, watching as your second on bounced against his stomach with every thrust. It wasn’t long before you were harshly pounding into Blade, gripping his hair so he could stare at you. “Dirty slut,” Slipped from your lips, Blade groaning at the degrading name, feeling your fat cock ram into his prostate. “So fucking greedy, wanted both my dicks in you when you could barely handle one.”

Blade felt tears prickling in his eyes as you harshly thrust into him, your free hand on his side, digging your sharp nails so hard into his skin he bled. You grinned as you pulled away, watching the wounds quickly heal again before jabbing your nails into his side again, hearing Blade practically scream as he arched his back. He was such a pretty thing, crumbling beneath you. You dragged your nails over his stomach, pressing down hard in some places, hearing Blade whimper at the feeling of pain mixing with pleasure.

You kisses him roughly, biting his lips as you pulled his hair, grinning whenever Blade would moan against you. Whenever you would pull away, stopping all your biting and scratching, just fucking into Blade he would cry, cry so hard because he wanted you to make him bleed, he wanted to see your fingers stained red with his blood, his skin red and sensitive.

He was so needy.

You of course couldn’t say no to him, not when he gave you the rare sight of his face flushed, big fat tears rolling down his face. You would lean down and softly kiss his cheeks or forehead before digging your nails into his sides, Blade letting out a loud moan and arching his back whenever you did.

Occasionally he would stutter out little pleas, asking you to put both of your dicks in, to rake your nails down his stomach, pull his hair, spit in his face, he just wanted you to be so mean to him. You would pull on his hair whenever he would do this, bringing him close to your face, enough so he could feel your hot breath on his lips. “Such a needy whore.” You would say, licking your lips, feeling Blade try to grind down on you when you would stop your movements.

“This isn’t enough for you?” You wouldn’t wait for a response, harshly pulling out then thrusting into Blade, biting his neck hard. Blade would babble out praises, feeling you pound into him as hard as possible, teeth digging into his soft flesh.

You continued this routine, Blade begging you to ne rough, you degrading them, then giving him what he asked for. Both of you enjoyed it, feeling each other reach your highs faster and faster. Your thrusts became sloppy and fast, pressing your face into Blade’s chest as you felt or orgasm approaching. Blade could feel his as well, the tight coiling in his stomach, head thrown back as he gripped your forearms, feeling your scaled flesh beneath his hands.

You harshly thrust into him, releasing inside of Blade, not even asking if he wanted you to. He didn’t mind, your warmth pushing him over the edge and he also reached his orgasm, cum coating his and your stomachs. You sat up, feeling Blade’s legs tremble as he rutted into you, trying to drag out his orgasm as long as he could.

You massaged his hips, both of you riding out your highs. Eventually you flopped over, pulling Blade into your arms and coiling your tail around his body. He didn’t complain, relaxing im your arms. You both laid there for a few moments before you slipped away, pulling out of Blade. He glared at you, frowning at the loss of your dick, feeling your cum spill out of his hole. “I’m sorry, we need to clean up.”

Blade rolled his eyes but sat up, watching you move around your room, picking up your discarded clothes. “[Name]?” You hummed, glancing back at Blade as you grabbed yourself a clean shirt. “Next time could you put both in?” You glanced at Blade then laughed, “I mean, if you really want me to.” You shook your head, telling Blade you were going to take a bath, then slipped out of your room.

You couldn’t ignore the giddiness im your chest at his statement, he wanted to do it again…

#📺 brenbofen’s stories #writing #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dom reader #hsr #blade smut #sub blade #blade x reader #blade x male reader #nom human reader #monster reader

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I felt like sharing my collection of Latin phrases that may make good fanfic or fanart titles or inspiration. Some of the translations may be off, so you might want to double-check them before use. Also, I used capitalization liberally so you might also want to check where capitalization is actually indicated.

Ab Intra (From Within)

Acta Est Fabula (The play has been performed)

Acta Sancti ___ (The Deeds of Saint ___)

Ad Undas (to the waves / to hell)

Advocatus Diaboli (Devil's advocate)

Aegri Somnia (a sick man's dreams / troubled dreams)

Alea Iacta Est (the die has been cast / point of no return)

Apologia Pro Vita Sua (defense of one's life)

Caetera Desunt (the rest is missing)

Cedere Nescio (I know not how to yield)

Damnatio Memoriae (damnation of memory / denying someone ever lived)

De Nobis Fabula Narratur (their story is our story)

Decessit Vita Patris (died before their father)

Diem Perdidi (I have lost the day)

Dies Tenebrosa Sicut Nox (a day as dark as night)

Dolor Hic Tibi Proderit Olim (some day this pain will be useful to you)

Dulce Est Desipere In Loco (It is sweet on occasion to play the fool)

Dum Vivimus, Vivamus (while we live, let us live)

Dux Bellorum (war leader)

Ex Umbra In Solem (from the shadow into the light)

Festina Lente (hurry slowly)

Fortis Cadere, Cedere Non Potest (the brave may fall, but can not yield)

Fui Quod Es, Eris Quod Sum (I once was what you are, you will be what I am)

Graviora Manent (heavier things remain / the worst is yet to come)

Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (one day, this will be pleasing to remember)

Hic Mortui Vivunt (here the dead speak)

Hinc Illae Lacrimae (hence those tears)

Hodie Mihi, Cras Tibi (Today it's me, tomorrow it will be you - of death)

Iacate Et Scire (Be still and know)

In Ictu Oculi (in the blink of an eye)

In Somnis Veritas (in dreams there is truth)

Inter Spem Et Metum (between hope and fear)

Lapsus Memoriae (slip of memory)

Luctor, Non Mergor (I struggle, but am not overwhelmed)

Lux Ex Tenebris (light from darkness)

Media Vita In Morte Sumus (In the midst of our lives we die)

Memento Mori (remember that you will die)

Memento Vivere (remember to live)

Morior Invictus (I die unvanquished / death before defeat)

Mundus Senescit (the world grows old)

Nemini Parco (I spare no one - death)

Nitimur In Vetitum (we strive for the forbidden)

Non Ducor, Duco (I am not led; I lead)

Non Omnis Moriar (I shall not all die / part of me will survive beyond death)

Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor (now I know what love is)

Oderint Dum Metuant (let them hate, so long as they fear)

Omnia Mutantur (everything changes)

Onus Probandi (burden of proof)

Opera Posthuma (posthumous works)

Ophidia In Herba (a snake in the grass)

Pax Aeterna (eternal peace - a common epitaph)

Primum Non Nocere (first do no harm)

Pulvis Et Umbra Sumus (we are dust and shadow)

Quis Leget Haec? (who will read this?)

Quod Periit, Periit (what Is gone is gone)

Res, Non Verba (deeds, not words)

Respice Finem (consider the end)

Scientia Et Sapientia (knowledge and wisdom)

Seculo Seculorum (forever and ever)

Sed Terrae Graviora Manent (but on earth, worse things await)

Si Vis Pacem Para Bellum (if you want peace, prepare for war)

Sic Infit (so it begins)

Sic Vita Est (such is life)

Silentium Est Aureum (silence is golden)

Sine Nomine (without a name / author unknown)

Sola Dosis Facit Venemum (the dose makes the poison)

Solvitur Ambulando (it is solved by walking / simple tests find solutions)

Stamus Contra Malum (we stand against evil)

Succisa Virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)

Sum Quod Eris (I am what you will be - of death)

Summum Bonum (the supreme good)

Summum Malum (the supreme evil)

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum (there are tears for things)

Sunt Omnes Unum (they are all one)

Tabula Rasa (blank slate)

Transire Benefaciendo (to travel along while doing good)

Tu Fui Ego Eris (I was you; you will be me - of death)

Ubi Amor, Ibi Dolor (where there is love, there is pain)

Ultima Forsan (perhaps the last / sundial quote "perhaps your last hour")

Usque Ad Finem (until the end / fight to the death)

Vi Et Animo (with heart and soul)

Victoria Aut Mors (victory or death)

Vincit Qui Patitur (he conquers who endures)

Vita Ante Acta (a life done before - of reincarnation)

Vivere Militare Est (to live is to fight)

Vox Clamantis In Deserto (the voice of one crying in the wilderness)

There are also some longer ones that may not make good titles because of their length, but are still worth inclusion:

Aut Simul Stabunt Aut Simul Cadent (they will either stand together or fall together)

Flectere Si Nequeo Superos, Acheronta Movebo (if I can not reach Heaven I will raise Hell)

Forsan Et Haec Olim Meminisse Iuvabit (perhaps even these things will be good to remember one day)

Igitur Qui Desiderat Pacem, Praeparet Bellum (therefore whoever desires peace, let him prepare for war)

In Regione Caecorum Rex Est Luscus (in the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king)

Minus Malum Toleratur Ut Maius Tollat (choose the lesser evil so a greater evil may be averted)

Quem Deus Vult Perdere, Dementat Prius (whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad)

Ubi Sunt, Qui Ante Nos Fuerunt? (Where are they, those who have gone before us?)

Virtus Junxit Mors Non Separabit (that which virtue unites, let not death separate)

#words #writing #writing reference #title suggestions #latin #latin words #latin phrases #writblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanart

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pupkashi · 10 months

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congratulations once again my love 💛 i'm bringing out the confetti!! may i request number 5 with kento, pretty please?🥺 kissing your cheeks, thank you in advance 💛💛💛

thank u so much julie my beloved <333 big smooches for u ^♡^ i hope you enjoy this !!!

join the celebration!

there’s a persistent nudging that makes your brows furrow, eyes fighting to open as the dimly lit room comes into focus.

“darling? you up?” the deep whisper causing your head to turn slowly, rubbing your eyes so you could focus on the man standing at the foot of you bed.

“ken? what’re you doing up?” you mumble, yawning as you sit up, checking the clock on the bedside table and frowning, “and why’re you waking me up at 5 in the morning.”

the whine in your voice makes kento smile, running a hand through his still messy blonde hair. he’s wearing grey sweatpants and a loose navy t shirt, one that you’d gifted him not too long ago.

“get changed i wanna take you somewhere” his voice is gentle, keeping in mind how much you hate loud noises when you wake up. when he sees the apprehension in your still sleepy face he moves next to you, leaning down a bit and kissing your cheek.

“please? I’ll make it worth it, i promise” there’s a charming smile on his face and you can’t stop yourself from leaning your head against his chest, mumbling something along of the lines of ‘only for you.’

it’s twenty minutes later that you’re walking into the living room, more awake than before but still a bit drowsy, grabbing a granola bar and nibbling away as he ushers you into the car.

“what’s that smell?” you ask, turning to look in the backseat but finding nothing.

“hm?” nanami only smiles, adoring the way you leaned your head against the window, humming along to the music playing softly from the speakers. he wastes no time in intertwining your fingers with him, brining your hand to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

it’s a short drive, your eyes fluttering open when you hear the car engine stop. you’re looking around and kento is only giving you a small grin.

“give me five minutes then I’ll come get you, okay?” he asks, leaning over the center console to give you a soft kiss as you nod.

he’s opening the trunk of the car and walking quickly somewhere you can’t see from your point of view, only coming back into your line of sight a couple minutes later, a satisfied smile on his face as he opens the car door for you.

“ready?” you only nod, smiling as his takes his hand in your once more, closing the door behind you and leading you to where he’s disappeared to.

there’s a white and red blanket sprawled on the grass, surrounded by flowers. there’s fruits, croissants and a couple donuts on display, two warm coffees still in the wicker basket.

“ken” you breathe out, turning to look at the blonde man next to you, he only smiled at you, ushering you to sit on the soft blanket.

“surprise” he chuckles, the sound makes you smile, looking over at him and taking in his relaxed form. you’re both munching on the croissants when the sun begins to rise.

“you really made these?” you ask, inspecting the bread before looking back at your lover.

“‘s that so hard to believe, my love?” there’s a teasing grin on his face that makes you scrunch your nose up, shoving him with your shoulder slightly before letting your head rest on his chest.

one of his arms is behind him, hand in the dewy grass for balance as the other snakes around your shoulders, keeping you close to him as the reds and oranges slowly engulf the sky.

“it’s so pretty” you murmur, the two of you bathed in the suns golden rays as it slowly rises from its sleep, kissing both of you good morning.

nanami isn’t looking at the sun, he’s seen the sunrise more than enough times. instead, his eyes are focused on you, a gentle smile on his face. he’s memorizing every detail of your face, the way your hair looks a different color in the golden light.

he’s falling in love with you all over again when he replies to you, “yeah, so beautiful.”

#I so rarely write for nanami i hope this isn’t too ooc </3 #i love him i swear #pupkashi’s 800 follower event #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento drabble #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x reader fluff #kento nanami Imagine #kento nanami drabble #nanami fluff #nanami x reader #nanami kento fanfic #nanami kento Imagine

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escuellasceramicdollie · 20 days

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THE RICH GET RICHER // FEED THEM TO THE PIGS ( javier escuella x fem reader )

warnings: hatred turned to love, swearing, use of the word 'bimbo' & insults.

the van der linde gang had many firm beliefs about the sickenly wealthy pigs that roamed freely, waving money in front of the poors nose like teasing a malnourished dog with a bone.

belief number one. the rich are nothing but a crued crew of lobotomised chickens that do nothing but carry out the oh so beloved acts of incest. they're all degenerate inbreds according to the gang.

belief number two. the only reason they are allowed to be in arms reach of all them goods, is for people in need to heartlessly rob and put that money to a purpose instead of flashing it into diamonds, lace and frills.

& you best believe infamous outlaw javier escuella most definitely lived by those two ideologies, especially when you the picture perfect prime example of a spoiled snob was stripped of your wealth due to your father's crippling gambling addiction. therefore showing up on the outskirts of horseshoe overlook pleading for a few cents appeared fitting and a well deserved lesson. however, once you were blessed by the sweetheart stare of karen it was clear that you were granted mercy.

upon your arrival , you were severely disliked by the lot ( minus the ladies as they were bewitched by the last classy gown you owned. ) the men however weren't fooled by your senseless gown or breath-taking beauty , some may name you the daughter of aphrodite but some ( in this case: javier ) did not give a rat's ass about your appearance , solely being focused on survival and nothing else. on some occasions he antagonises you by insulting you as a wealth drunk bimbo and other disgustingly creative insults but that was about the plot of it all.

the dawns of your arrival did not withhold a single trace of productivity ; that was until ms grimshaw used her iron fist in the same strategy you treated your helpless servants before your family name went to shit.

although there must have been an error in the system, since how does an obnoxiously ill mannered ' mortified of manual labour ' lassie transform into a deadly callous outlaw? one word : valentine. & that so called bloodbath that occured was the fuse to your spree of unfortunately heinous actions which benefited the gang a wholesome amount. not only that but also persuaded a certain mexican to apologise for his amiss judgement of your character.

"i just wanted to-" javier began speaking, head down glaring at the burnt grass below him whilst the melodies of the crackling fire harmonised their new camp into a safer setting.

"apologise for calling me a wealth drunk bimbo?" you cut his sentence short, assuming his future words like he assumed your entire embodiment of existence from your past .

"well i was gonna say thank you for leading dutch and the others to a safe rescue out of that shit hole . . but i guess i should apologise aswell, for everything." by the end of his sentence , javier knew all he said was a half assed apology ── at this point he should save himself and plunged into a pit of snakes, hopefully dying of the venom rather than his own humiliation.

you glanced at javier's ashamed frame, wondering if he even holds any thought behind his hickory eyes . that was left to be a mystery as he was not even brave enough to look you right in the eye ── ' where the fuck does dutch discover these pussies? ' you wonder.

"charming." was the only word you utter in return for the lame excuse of an apology , remaining untouchable & staring off into the lannahechee river which now engulfed the freshly built camp.

surely javier recieved what he expected. a cold shoulder was what he deserved but for some reason the lack of attention hooked him to you like the chorus of one of his songs . it only lead him to desire to keep singing those melodies and unravel the bridge and verse of your very own ballad.

#credits to v6que for divider #javier escuella #read dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella x you #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 fandom

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bibislutmarvel · 11 months

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Who Did This To You? Happy Ending

Here is part two of Who Did This To You?

This part contains smut at the end, which you can avoid if you'd like. Get ready for all the fluffy feels, and Loki being a sweetheart.

There is also a dark! ending to this fic, which I will link below.

18+ only, MDNI.

Part 1 // Dark Alternative Ending // Read on Ao3

My love.

The endearment lingered in your mind as you struggled to eat. You felt sick from the night before, and you were full of a new kind of nervousness. Loki had never called you that before, and why would he? You were nothing but a sarcastic ‘darling’ to him.

Things between you had changed quickly, but you knew it would feel easier if you could stop your racing thoughts for just a moment.

The Prince was no help to your predicament. He had buttered your toast for you, for God’s sake. Since when had he ever buttered your toast?

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been as irritating as it was. It was a nice gesture, one that warmed your heart and spurred on the butterflies you had felt as you lay on his chest the night before. But you shouldn’t be having butterflies, should you? This was Loki. You may have had your fair share of sweet moments, but you’d had more than your fair share of bickering and teasing and winding each other up.

Your brother had come to the palace for the summer, on a break from school. Thor had been doing his best to make him feel welcome in your gang, and Loki… Well he was being Loki.

He didn’t like not having your attention. Thor and Aksel had been gathering wood for a mini bonfire, and trying to show off who could lift the heaviest logs. You’re pretty sure Thor is letting Aksel win.

As you were distracted watching Thor and Aksel trying to throw logs further than each other and cheering them on, a snake slithered its way across the grass to you, and you screamed, rushing to your feet.

“Loki!”

The Prince simply laughed, lounging back on the blanket as the snake wound its way up Aksel’s leg. Your brother yelled, kicking it off until it fizzled away in a green shimmer.

“What the hell, Loki?” You kicked him in the leg.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s only a bit of fun. And don’t kick me either.” He kicked you back.

You reached down and tried to push him over, but he batted you away. Not deterred, you crouched down to get closer, but he knocked against your leg and you fell back on your bum. You huffed, reaching out a leg to kick him again.

“Don’t kick me!” Loki got up onto his knees and pushed you down.

“Well you shouldn’t use magic to scare people!”

You grappled with him, pinching him in the ribs until he yelled in pain and you got leverage to push him over. You sat on top of him, jabbing him in the chest.

Thor and Aksel watched as you bickered and fought, the latter more concerned than his Prince.

“Are they always like this?”

You felt like you should be as stubborn as you always were and smack his hand away from your toast, and it was a tad unnerving that instead you felt yourself fighting off a blush.

He’d suggested a walk in the gardens as the weather was so nice. At least in public you could keep your distance.

It was just your luck that you found them practically empty.

You walked with Loki in silence for a while, trailing your fingers along the flowers and leaves. It was only when Loki stopped beneath a tree that you realised you hadn’t seen anyone else in a while. He tugged your arm and you looked back.

His gaze was intense as he pulled you to him slowly. You held your breath as you moved into his space, your hands coming up against his chest as you breathed in the earthy scent of him. His body was warm and solid beneath your touch.

His eyes held yours as he lifted a hand to touch your face, the other wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your heart raced. “Loki..I-”

“I know,” he said quietly, “But I feel it too.”

You bit your lip for a moment, looking into his eyes. “You do?”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he tucked your hair behind your ear . “I do,” he whispered, “Let’s take it slow.”

You found yourself reassured at his words. This was new to him too, and yet he could still feel what you felt, this newfound need to be closer.

You touched his wrist lightly, nudging his hand away from your face. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” You pulled out of his arms, but came beside him and placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. He looked down at you with a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat. You could get used to that.

The next week followed quicker than you thought possible. It had only been five days when Thor pulled you to the side of a ball.

“Take a walk with me, Y/N. I’d rather be out of earshot when Syf tells the new ambassador all about our next excursion.” He grimaced and winked at you, gesturing to the doors out onto the patio.

You glanced briefly at where Loki was standing talking to the Queen, and then followed Thor outside. The cool summer breeze was refreshing and you sipped your wine as Thor leant against the railing.

“It seems I’ve lost my chance, Y/N. My brother has already won your affections.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He hasn’t won anything. You know I love you both.”

Thor hummed. “Something has changed between the two of you.”

Loki had found the way back to that beautiful clearing from before, and this time you’d brought a picnic.

He lay the blanket down on the soft grass for you and you made yourself comfortable as he unpacked the food and champagne.

You poured two glasses and passed him one. “To you, my Prince.” You raised your glass.

“To me?”

“To you. You saved me.” You couldn’t hold his gaze as you spoke, looking down.

Loki put his glass down, sitting up onto his knees and taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

After you’d eaten you found yourself tired. You didn’t let yourself stop to second guess your actions as you lay down, resting your head on Loki’s lap. He threaded his hands through your hair, kneading your scalp.

“Better?”

You hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of the sunshine on your face and his fingers on your skin.

You came to stand beside Thor, gazing out into the shadowy gardens. “It’s still very new.”

“Loki’s always had a soft spot for you. We both have.” He shakes his head. “But the way he’s been looking at you this evening, I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to say.

“If he ever hurts you, Y/N-”

“He won’t. You know he wouldn’t.”

Thor sighed. “I know. But he’s still a man. We are foolish creatures.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I always did wonder about the two of you.”

“Really?”

“Of course. You’ve always matched each other.” He took a sip of his drink.

You scoffed. “We barely tolerated each other half the time.”

“It’s still a kind of passion, isn’t it?” Thor raised an eyebrow.

You frowned. You’d never thought of it that way.

—

You were sat on the couch in your rooms, your legs up on Loki’s lap. He was tracing light circles on your ankle as you both read. You were absorbed in your book, leaning back against the pillows.

Loki silently traced his fingertips higher up your calf, and you were too distracted to notice. It wasn’t until Loki gently lifted your skirts higher that you were pulled out of your daze, and you looked at him over your book. You nudged him with your other foot. “Oi. Watch how high you’re going, your highness.”

His eyes shone with mischief. “I can’t help myself, you’re just so lovely.”

You felt your cheeks grow hot despite the feeling that you were being teased. “And just how lovely am I?”

“The,” Loki traced his fingers a couple inches higher than your ankle, “most,” a couple more inches, “lovely,” he stopped just below your knee, holding your gaze. Your heart was beating rapidly from his teasing touch. “My darling.” His hand grazed just above your knee and you shivered. He sat up to lean over you, his face inches away from your own, his eyes glinting. “Your legs are just as beautiful as the rest of you.”

You were both shocked and not at how much you wanted him to kiss you.

“Loki…” You whispered, feeling his breath on your lips.

You couldn’t come back from this. Loki was your friend, and once you crossed that line, what would happen?

He was just as handsome as ever, and for once you let yourself linger on it. You drank him in, his cool green eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark hair, his soft lips…

You closed your eyes and…he met you halfway. The kiss was warm, and firm, and…Electrifying.

You were melting into it as he pressed himself against you. Loki groaned, kissing you hungrily. A moment longer, and you pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeks burning. You looked at each other, flustered, and giggled.

Loki chuckled with you, pecking you on the lips. “Not bad, darling.”

“Not bad yourself.”

—

You’d lit a fire between you, and though you were still taking it slow, you still found yourself frequently pressed against your Prince, panting as he kissed your lips, your neck, his thigh between your legs.

Things had changed so quickly, and yet it felt so natural. You were hungry for Loki, despite your best efforts to remain in control of your emotions.

You were bound to get caught one day soon, and you dreaded it. It could only mean two things: a reputation ruined or a marriage proposal.

And how were you supposed to think sensibly about everything when you were being whisked away to a birthday surprise, courtesy of your Prince?

—

Loki had taken you on a long ride through the country, refusing to tell you where you were going. You’d ridden down roads, across fields, down country lanes, chatting easily and racing occasionally. Finally, it seemed that you’d now entered onto some kind of estate, trotting up a long winding gravel road. Tall trees lined it, the grass due for a cut, a few stray twigs and branches scattered across the path.

You stayed quiet as the avenue opened up into the sunlight, a large gravel entryway leading up to a grand manor house. You slowed down, taking in its beautiful regality.

A man, who appeared to be the groundskeeper, appeared from the ornate front door, looking rather out of place. Loki hopped down from his saddle before helping you down, his hands tight on your waist. His fingers lingered a moment as he held your gaze.

“Your royal highness.” The man greeted, bowing. “My lady.”

“Good afternoon, Anders.” Loki turned away from you and nodded, taking your hand and placing it in the crook of his arm. He smiled at you. “Shall we?”

He took you up the steps and through the huge front door. The entryway was just as impressive, a swooping marble staircase at the centre. Everything was white marble, or ornate cream moulding, an enormous glass chandelier hanging over you. There was a notable lack of furniture, and as Loki guided you through the house you saw various pieces covered in dust sheets.

“This was one of our summer houses growing up. It’s been vacant for a few years.”

You remembered him and Thor going away for a few weeks in the summer. Hadn’t you also accompanied them a couple of times?

Loki reached a set of double doors, pushing them open to reveal a large swimming pool. Golden stone slabs lined the floors, chairs around the edges of the room, some sat around a coffee table. The far wall was made entirely from glass, now thinly covered in moss and leaves, the sunlight streaming in in golden and green hues.

You remembered this place. It had seemed so much bigger back then, filled with you children, the glass clean and shiny as the room looked over the gardens.

“Fancy a swim?” Loki pulled away from you, picking up a pile of clothes from a nearby chair. “I’ve had it cleaned and refilled. I thought you might enjoy a dip in the water, I know it's been a while.” He offered you the clothes.

You lifted them up, a short, simple, cotton dress and matching long cotton shorts. You could work with that.

You smiled at Loki, touching his cheek. “You know me so well.”

“I do, don’t I?” He smiled smugly.

You changed in a small changing room to the side, Loki helping with your dress as you tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, his fingers drifted against your skin. When you finished and came back he was already in the water, topless.

You gulped as you took in his muscled body, his arms, his shoulders.

You were salivating, the sight of him was quite literally mouth watering.

Oh gods, you were fucked.

He held his arm out for you to lean on as you sat down on the side, dipping your legs into the water. You gasped as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you down flush against his body and into the water.

He kissed you deeply, pushing your back against the tiles and lifting your legs to wrap around his waist. You moaned, instantly melting under his touch, heat building between your legs as you felt him there. It felt so incredible to be so close.

Loki kissed down your jaw to your neck, nipping you lightly as you giggled, inclining your head so he could kiss your sensitive skin some more. “Can you believe this is happening?”

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.” He murmured into your neck, before leaning back and kissing you on the nose, a surprisingly affectionate gesture.

“You know what else I can’t believe?” You smiled wickedly at him.

“What’s that, darling?”

“That you haven’t even offered me a piggy-back ride, and we’ve been in the pool several minutes already.” You scooped up a handful of water, pouring it over Loki’s head.

He shook it off, splattering you in the face as you squealed. “I suppose I should have known my place.” He sighed, turning around and lowering himself.

You strung your arms around his neck, jumping on. “Damn right.” You pointed ahead. “Now take me for a ride, oh handsome steed.”

Loki snorted, but waded through the water nonetheless.

—

You spent half of the afternoon in the water, messing around like kids, and spending a substantial amount of time with your legs wrapped around Loki’s waist, your lips pressed against his.

You had sat in the garden afterwards, eating a picnic in the sunshine and taking in the beauty of the grounds. They were visibly more neglected than the Palace, but still tidy enough that you could see what they were meant to look like.

The ride back was long, and you were tired. But you were also so content that you found yourself not caring; you’d had the most wonderful day. If every day could be like this with Loki, then your anxiety would soon fizzle away. You could get used to a life like this, with him.

When you arrived back you ate supper quickly, before taking a nice long bath and sliding into bed. You slept better than you had in a while.

—

It was your birthday, and you’d been summoned to your mother’s rooms for morning tea. When you got there, however, any ladylike decorum flew out the window.

Aksel greeted you with a beaming smile, and you flung yourself into his arms with a squeal.

“Brother!” You smiled. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has,” he agreed.

You hugged him again, beyond ecstatic. The last time you had seen him had been at your coming of age.

“I’m your birthday surprise.” He did a little spin. “My boy is old enough now that I don’t have to worry about leaving his mother, so I thought I’d come down and see you.”

“Oh how are they?” You linked your arm in his, immediately thinking of your sister and nephew. “I need to come down now they are well. I’ve yet to meet him, see how my sister is coping with motherhood.”

You guided him onto the couch as your mother entered. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.” She leant down to kiss you on the cheek as you thanked her.

“Did you organise this all, hmm? Up to your meddling again, mother?”

“Of course.” She huffed, sitting down across from you and fluttering her fan. “I won’t have my two children drifting apart.”

Aksel smiled, answering your question. “Both mother and babe are in excellent health. They’d be overjoyed to see you.”

You could see the fondness in his eyes. He’d managed to find true love and keep it, why couldn’t you?

—

You spent most of the day catching up with your brother, but even through your joy you could feel yourself missing Loki. You really were buggered.

Thankfully, it wasn’t long until Loki came to your chambers late that afternoon.

“I’ve got another surprise for you.”

You giggled, pulling him along and sitting him down on the couch. “Give it to me!”

“So impatient, darling,” Loki tsked, but revealed the gift anyway. A large ornate trunk sat in front of you and you opened it, pulling out one of the most gorgeous gowns you’d ever seen.

It was a deep forest green satin, with the bodice embroidered with tiny green jewels, a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder bishop sleeves. It was elegant, luxurious, and breathtaking.

It was his colour.

“It’s beautiful.” You whispered, staring at it in awe. You turned to him and pulled him to you. “Thank you.”

You knew what it meant, the subtle admission of your newfound relationship. It should have scared you, but it didn’t.

You just might have to deal with your mother’s keen eye. You’d dealt with worse with Loki by your side; there was still that night.

Well, you supposed there had been two of those nights now. The first, and the second that awoke this new intimacy.

The first had been its own kind of awful.

The King had found you alone for once, waiting for Loki in the library.

“Lady Y/N.” He greeted.

You rose from your seat quickly, dipping into a curtsey. “Your Majesty.”

“What are you reading?” He gestured for you to sit again as he took the armchair opposite you.

“The History of Asgardian Theatre, Volume II.” You read the front cover. “Volume one was too long ago for me.”

“Ah, I see. A queen needs to be well-read and supportive of the arts.” He nodded. “Frigga is.”

“Yes, the Queen has many charities.” You smiled politely. Why in the world was he speaking to you? You’d never shared more than pleasantries in all your years of being in the royal household.

“A queen also needs to be able to listen to many battle stories, over and over again.” He looked at you pointedly. “I’ve often seen you with the Princes, listening intently.”

You frowned. “I beg your pardon, Your Majesty, I’m not sure-”

“You would make Thor happy, would you not? You spend an awful lot of time together.” He remarked.

“I will always try my best to be a good friend, Your Majesty, to both of the Princes,” you said, cautiously.

“I don’t doubt it, Lady Y/N. But now I am talking only about one of the Princes: Thor.” He sat forward. “Would you be a good wife to him?”

You gulped, your heart hammering painfully in your chest, “Your Majesty, I love the Prince, but I do not see him as more than that.” You tried to balance your voice between soft and firm, but it threatened to break. “I do not wish to marry him. I do not wish to be Queen.” Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap. He wouldn’t force you, would he?

“Every lady wishes to be queen!” He laughed. “You cannot deny what is in your nature.”

“But it is not in my nature, Your Majesty.” You shook your head. “Thor is a wonderful friend, and a brave soldier, a powerful god-”

“He is everything you could want, is he not?”

You opened your mouth, but words failed you. This couldn’t be happening.

“Are you calling my son deficient?” Odin’s voice had quickly turned hard.

Your stomach dropped. “I would never.” You shook your head, “Thor is wonderful,” you repeated.

“His Royal Highness.” Odin corrected you. “This is not the time to be impertinent, young lady-”

“Father?” Loki appeared around the shelves.

“Ah, Loki. I was just having a private word with Lady Y/N.” Odin smiled. You forced a smile to your lips.

“I’m afraid you’ve caught her at a rather bad time.” Loki flicked his gaze over to you. “We’re due to see Thor in a short while. I was just coming to walk the Lady up.”

It was a lie, you’d only planned to read together. He must have heard your conversation.

“Ah, I see. Another time then, Lady Y/N.” You stood up and curtseyed to the King as he left.

You looked back at Loki with tears in your eyes, and he came over to you, rubbing your arms and shushing you.

“We’ll give it a minute and then go up to Thor’s rooms. He will convince our father to change his mind.”

You nodded, sniffling, unable to speak for fear of crying. Men had so much power, and you had none.

You were pretty sure Loki was stunned into niceness by your tears and quietness. Once Thor had left to talk to the King, you went back to Loki’s apartments, and he ordered up some of your favourite cake from the kitchens. He didn’t pick on you, the only teasing coming as you debated your favourite plays from the 5th century.

It was nice to have him on your side.

—

The banquet and ball was just what you needed to end your lovely day. To be able to dance the night away was one of the best luxuries of the season.

You’d received too many compliments on your dress to count, your mother watching you and Loki like a hawk. She was too quick to fool.

And when you were dancing with Loki, it was hard to remember who you were trying to fool, or why.

He was so handsome in the candlelight, your hand in his as he guided you around the dance floor. With the music, and the wine, and just how close Loki was to you, it made your head spin.

He noticed, leaning down to speak in your ear. “Come and take the air with me, darling.”

You nodded, following him out, just about remembering to take your hand out of his.

Thor was already leaning against the railing when you walked through the doors. He looked back and rolled his eyes.

“There’s the happy couple.”

You rolled your eyes back, shoving him in the shoulder. “What’s made you so grumpy?”

“I’ve got a theory.” He sipped his drink.

“And what’s that?” Loki asked.

“That you guys are spending way too much time on your own without me.” He squinted at you both.

You sighed dramatically. “You’re probably right. I’m starting to look like him.” You gestured to your dress.

Thor chuckled. “I noticed.” He winked at you. “Though his dresses aren’t nearly as pretty as yours.”

“Objection!” Loki huffed.

“Overruled.”

You and Thor laughed, and he clapped his brother on the shoulder. “I’ll leave you to it, lovebirds.”

Loki watched him go. “I don’t understand why people always say me and you are the troublemakers. You two are just as bad.” He turned to you and prodded you. “I still remember when you got him to put fish in my bed.”

You laughed loudly, covering your mouth. “That was a good one.”

“How would you feel if I put fish in your bed?” He poked you again, pressing you back against the railing. “Although I can imagine far better uses for such a comfortable place,” he said lowly.

Your heart sped up and you bit your lip, looking down from his sparkling eyes to his lips. You wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. You couldn’t wait any longer.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay?” Loki murmured, his face inches from yours.

“Okay, let’s go.” Your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

It was a challenge. And if there was one thing to know about you and Loki, it was that the two of you never backed down from a challenge.

Loki groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “You’re such a little minx, darling.”

You grinned. “You love it.”

—

So much for taking you the minute you walked in; it took Loki ten minutes to get you out of your dress, and that was with his remarkably skilled fingers. You wondered what else he was remarkably good at.

You shivered in your thin slip as Loki draped the dress over a chair, feeling exposed. He came back over to you, uncrossing your arms from your chest and kissing you gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He whispered.

You nodded, finally letting yourself give in to your feelings and kissing him hard. There was nothing that you wanted more right now.

Loki kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, pushing you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed. He lay you down and held himself over you, still kissing you, as he traced his hand up your leg to your thigh. He squeezed and you moaned into the kiss, desperate to be touched more.

It only encouraged him more as he kissed down your jaw, your arms around his neck, his hand pressing between your legs. You gasped at feeling his fingers on your sensitive skin, feeling them move into your heat, and Loki groaned into your neck as he slowly rubbed your clit. It felt so good to have him here, so warm and solid against you as you closed your eyes to the pleasure he was giving you.

“That’s it,” he murmured, “Good girl.”

It was your turn to hide your face in his neck, as he rubbed faster, letting out a reluctant whimper at his words. You’d never thought you and Loki would ever be in a situation where those words didn’t end up in a slap. But here you were, moaning in his arms.

He pushed his fingers lower, slowly pushing one inside you. You held on tighter as he began moving his hand, your legs shaking from the anticipation.

“We’ve barely begun, darling.” You could hear his smug grin at feeling you so worked up beneath him.

And then he was moving faster, steadily pumping his finger now. You whined louder, squeezing your eyes shut. He kept going, but you needed more, something, anything more.

If you didn’t know he wasn’t, you would have thought he was reading your mind. He pulled away, leaving you empty. Before you could even process what was happening, he had grabbed your legs and pulled you to the edge of the bed.

It was one of the most erotic things you’d ever witnessed, being manhandled, him kneeling between your thighs, hands on your hips. You threaded your fingers in his hair as he kissed your heat, licking it.

Loki moaned at the taste of you and you felt it ripple through you. He pressed two fingers into you, drinking in the sight of you on your back, your hand over your mouth, eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

He rubbed your clit with his other hand as he began to pump his fingers faster, and your legs began to shake again as you pulled his hair, moaning loudly.

“That’s it, darling. Does that feel good?”

You let out a whine. “Don’t patronise me.”

Loki grinned, speeding up and watching you keen, arching your back as you covered your mouth to try and drown out your moans.

“I’m sorry, what was that? You’ll have to say that again.” He grinned devilishly at your reaction, not slowing down in the slightest.

“Oh, gods…” You whispered, unable to open your eyes as the sound of your wet heat filled your ears.

“Yes, darling?” Loki was enjoying this too much. Still he kept going.

You smacked him on the head. “Dont-even…” Your words turned into moans. “Please, Loki…” You gripped his hair harder. It felt so good, so good… it was too much… “Please…I want to-”

He slowed to a stop and you let out a scream of frustration. “You absolute arse!”

But before you could scream at him further, he buried his face into your heat, his fingers reaching a slow steady pace.

You fell back against the bed, barely able to think as Loki swirled his tongue around your clit. It felt incredible.

He sped up his pace again, both with his tongue and his fingers.

You fisted your hands in his hair, barely conscious of what you were doing as your body began to climb a peak. It felt like every nerve was electrified as he rode you through the waves of pleasure, as he kept going, and going…

“That’s it darling. Good girl.” The words echoed in your head.

It pushed you over the edge, falling into your orgasm, shaking from head to toe as you bit down a scream.

You panted, still shaking, as Loki crawled over you, kissing you on the forehead.

“I think I’ve found your trigger.” He murmured.

You huffed, holding onto his arms to ground you. “Did you just dirty talk to me telepathically?”

“Yes.” He pecked you on the mouth before smiling wickedly at you. “I’m glad you liked it, because we’re not done yet.”

And then suddenly his skin was pressing against yours, hot, and hard.

You were both very much now naked, and you were getting the feeling that this wasn’t Loki on top of you, it was the God of Mischief.

He knelt between your legs, and you took in the mouth-watering sight of him, his cock rock hard. He was huge.

He pressed the tip between your folds, groaning as your juices coated him. He smiled wickedly at you.

“Ready?”

You bit your lip and nodded, and he pushed inside you, stretching you despite his previous efforts. The pain mixed with pleasure as he began to thrust slowly.

Loki groaned again. “You feel so fucking good, darling.”

You whined, reaching your arms out. He lay over you, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he pressed his face to your neck.

You dug your nails into his skin as he began to thrust faster, moaning loudly at how hard he was snapping his hips into you.

“Good girl,” he grunted, “You’re taking it so well.”

You sighed at his words, letting yourself go as he fucked you hard, fast, his thrusts relentless. The feeling of him pressed against you as he ruined you was delicious, and as he bit your neck you felt the pressure building and building.

“Please..” You whined.

“What is it? Tell me what you want, my love.”

You wrapped your legs loosely around him, desperate to have him closer but not wanting his thrusts to grow any shallower. His cock was hitting just the right spot, over, and over, and over…

“Please, Loki… Don’t stop.”

He groaned. “That’s my girl.”

You didn’t think it was possible for his thrusts to become even more brutal, but you were wrong, and it was perfect.

You fell over the edge before you could even realise what was happening, your legs squeezing him tight, your nails digging into the skin on his back, a scream erupting from your throat as you convulsed in his arms.

“That’s it, darling.” Loki murmured, not slowing down, before his hips stuttered just a moment later as he came loudly, his face buried in your neck.

You held onto each other a moment longer as you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking, your whole body tingling.

He kissed your neck, then your jaw, then your face, peppering kisses all over as you laughed. He pulled out and you winced at the empty feeling before he pulled you back into his arms, running his hand over your hair and kissing the top of your head.

“You okay?”

You nodded against his chest. “Can’t move,” you murmured.

You felt his chest rumble as he laughed. “Good girl.” He kissed your head again. “How about a bath? I’ll brush your hair.”

The butterflies were back. “Come with me?”

You couldn’t go back from what you’d just done, but you found it didn’t matter. Everything felt so good, so content, and you felt safe in Loki’s arms. The future really didn’t seem so scary anymore, not when it inevitably held so much more of this feeling, not when it was with Loki.

“Of course. I’ll always be here for you, my love.”

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✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #6 quit!

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc’s

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual , reader talks about parental death, sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

word count: 2.8k

masterlist ▸ 5. 005. chronic memory keeper ▸ 007. snake in the grass

Stepping into her kitchen was the most relaxing feeling ever, it had been a while since y/n had the chance to dine in with a recipe she carefully put together or found on pinterest and craft something nice. Spending hours on end not thinking about her own problems and just focusing on a hobby she enjoys.

After her overly embarrassing text messages hinting to Minghao that she slightly hoped he was single had her desperately wishing they wouldn’t come back to bite her in the ass.

Cleaning out the insides of the chicken and placing them in a bowl saved for her next soup stock, she massages pads of butter or seasoning onto it’s skin and placed it in her hot oven, before moving onto the thinly silenced potatoes and root vegetables she had prepped that morning, boiling and simmering them.

A chime from her doorbell stole her away from her stress free time in the kitchen. She was excited to see Minghao but it wasn’t him who was waiting at her threshold. opening it to reveal a small package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a matching twine bow.

No note was attached on the outer side revealing who may have left the wrapped item for her to find. So she decided to ignore it, just for now at least and get back to preparing her meal for a friend.

An hour had passed since the last time someone was ringing the doorbell and left waiting for her to quickly wash her hands.

“Y/n?”

Minghao.

“Sorry, one second I just need to wash my hands.”

She yelled, leaving the water running and rushing herself to the guest bathroom next to the door, making sure she looked alright and didn’t miss an out of place hair or swipe of flour on her face.

Opening her front door, she revealed Mingaho standing with a paper bag in his hand as well as a bouquet of her favorite flowers, Hydrangeas swinging to his side.

She looked him up and down forgetting she invited him here and still not inviting him in. He was dressed in a perfectly ripped pair of jeans and matching long denim coat, underneath she caught a glimpse of a white button down top missing the clasps of the top three buttons revealing his chest. He looked incredible.

“Can I come in?”

“Oh, shit. Sorry. Yes, please.”

“This is for you, some wine and snacks for after dinner. I picked them up from the chinese market near my gallery.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you, thank you. The flowers are beautiful, how did you know I liked hydrangeas?”

“I saw on Seokmin’s instagram that he took you to a flower farm last year, I just assumed.”

“Ah. Well you assumed right, they’re really gorgeous.”

“What are you making? It smells so good.”

“Roast chicken and root veggies, with some wild rice and my mom’s very special, very secret recipe sauce.

Minghao was amazed watching y/n move around the kitchen with ease, seemingly like she was dancing around the marble floor.

“I have to admit, I really thought you were joking when you told me you could cook. I almost expected you to order food and make it look like you were the chef.”

“Ouch. That hurts my pride a little bit. Actually, my dad was a chef. He used to own a restaurant. I spent a lot of time there as a kid helping him.”

“Was? What happened if you don’t mind me asking?”

“He passed away when I was a teenager. It’s a long story.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, I miss him, but cooking helps me feel close to him.”

“Now I’m very sorry I ever doubted your skill.”

Your laugh made Minghao happy, he knew he probably struck a chord in you but it was nice that even when you were sad you could still find humor in anything.

“Need my help with anything?”

“Just for you to either open that bottle of wine or make me a cocktail, dealer's choice.”

“Got it.”

Y/n’s dining partner strode off to the chrome bar cart and twiddled his fingers around the various bottles of liquor, some full and some half empty, giving him an indication of the things she chose for herself.

“Here you are, chef.”

“Wow, thank you bartender. What is it?”

“Try it and find out.”

Y/n took a sip from the slightly pink cocktail glass, swishing it in her mouth for dramatic effect.

“Okay, so.. Gin, Campari, a splash of grapefruit bitters, and lemon?”

“Wow, are you like a weird super taster or something? What the fuck.”

“No, just a girl who loves gin old fashioneds.”

“You are one surprising specimen.”

“Shut up. Come on, let's eat.”

After basically finishing every edible thing on the plate, Minghao offered to clean up for you as a thank you for the efforts of you cooking him one of the best dinners he’s had the pleasure of eating.

Y/n switched into her role as bartender and opened a beautiful bottle of red wine for the pair to sip on as their night continued on.

“Thank you for cleaning. I’m sorry again about the whole weird ass texts I was sending you. I was way too drunk to be alone with my thoughts and access to the internet.”

“I told you it’s alright. I actually found it sort of cute.”

“Cute? Maybe you are crazier than I thought you were.”

“No, come on. You know you’re cute. Everyone tells you all the time, I agree with them.”

“Shut up, THE Xu Minghao thinks I’M cute? I’m so flattered.”

Minghao playfully slapped y/n’s hand off of her chest, knocking the red liquid around in her cup, causing it to fall onto the white fabric of her pants.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s ok, I can just go throw them in the wash. One second.”

Y/n departed into her room, changing into a pair of pink pajama bottoms, not removing her corseted tank top in the process, fleeing quickly into the laundry room at the end of the hall to wash the stain out.

Minghao in the meantime caught a glimpse of the twine wrapped package on her coffee table and went over to see what it could possibly be. In the time he spent inspecting it he didn’t notice his female counterpart entering back into the room.

“Someone left that for me at my door. Weird right?”

“Yeah, sort of. Should we open it?”

“I’m kind of scared to be honest.”

“Okay, I have an idea.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about that.”

“Trust me?”

“Maybe.”

Minghao stepped back to the now familiar bar cart and grabbed a bottle of whiskey that had been left unopened until this night, placing two shot glasses in front of them both.

“What does taking shots have to do with us opening the package?”

“What doesn’t it have to do with the package? It’s brown, similar to the wrapping. It’s sealed, maybe because you don’t like it or it’s not something you’re sure of. And it’s interesting. So we take two shots, then we open it, then regardless of what it is, we play a game. The game selfishly is for me to get to know you deeper. I feel like I’ve spent so much time with you and I don’t know that much about you, other than what was exposed. So, you in?”

“Yes.”

Y/n and Minghao cheered to their now growing connection and he placed the small package in her lap, holding onto her knee, getting the feeling that she needed moral support based on mutual gut feelings.

“Okay.”

“I’m sure it’s not bad.”

As y/ns hands ripped apart the brown paper and untied the rope around the mysterious box, it revealed a soft purple journal, now torn apart, pages basically falling out from end to end all over the couch between them.

“My journal.”

Her voice shifted, she was no longer happy or full of anticipation, she was confused and slightly disappointed as her precious and private life fell out in front of her, photos, entries, and shards of her life.

“Oh, y/n. I-”

“No. Don’t say sorry, please.”

“Why the fuck do people care? Just like why am I someone's target? Especially if it’s someone I know, what is so bad that you can’t just fucking talk to me about it? Sorry, I don’t know if that makes sense at all, but I just don’t get it.”

“I think some people are just scared of genuine conflict, so instead of asking they make things about themselves and take the other person's feelings out of the equation to feed their own.”

“Why give it back now? Am I expected to just ignore my privacy being invaded and be like well it’s over good? This makes me feel even more uneasy.”

“Maybe they left you a clue or something by giving this back?”

Minghao collected the various contents that were left as ashes for you, feeding you more alcohol and not talking while he did so.

“y/n? Here.”

A small envelope, matching the shade of purple of the cover of your journal was tapped inside the cover, inside a typed note.

‘Just because it comes back to you, doesn’t mean it’ll always stay the same. See you soon. Xo.’

“What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I guess they’re trying to tell you more will come out? And that they have no purpose for keeping the evidence anymore.”

“Can we.. maybe, just for the rest of the night ignore this? I cannot focus on this anymore and it’s ruining my chance to have fun with you.”

“Please. Let me distract you.”

“Do you want to change? Or need clothes? I know Seokmin and Joshua left some stuff here in case they ever stayed over.”

“They wouldn’t mind?”

“No, of course not. I’ll be right back.”

Y/n ran back into her room, gathering various styles of t-shirts and sweatpants to make Minghao more comfortable.

“Here, there's some options. I know you care a lot about your style, so pick what you want.”

Mingaho grabbed a black t-shirt with a logo from Joshua’s coffee shop on the front and an odd pair of Seokmin’s disney character pajama pants, just to make the air go back to it’s lighthearted space.

“Oh my god, you look amazing.”

“ I just wanted you to smile.”

“Mission accomplished, Mickyhao.”

“That is an awful nickname.”

“Shut up, don’t be a dick.”

“Got it. Okay, so let’s play a little game, y/n. I’ll ask you some questions, if you don’t want to answer you can drink and you can do the same for me. Got it?”

“Got it. You go first.”

“Okay, so what stops you from going after the things you want?”

“Hmm, I’m shy, I guess? I don’t want to risk changing how things already are any more than they have changed on their own. I think confessions and love declarations are unnerving, I could ruin something good just for a single chance. Not knowing shit freaks me out.”

“So you’re a control freak, got it.”

“No. Not a control freak, just a loser.”

“That’s accurate.”

“You’re stupid. Okay, Minghao. What made you want to pursue art?”

“I guess it was just always something I was good at? I loved being able to tell the truth about stuff without having to say it outloud, people can perceive anything they want, but I know how I truly feel and nobody can take it away from me. The truth, I mean.”

“How are you so certain that its the truth?”

“Well, it's my truth.”

“Touche”

“Why didn’t you tell Minnie about Seungcheol? Were you ever going to?”

“Yikes. I guess, I didn’t feel like it was important. We hooked up way before they ever dated, he was just helping me out with something that scared me, which I didn’t think was a big deal. I knew she liked him, but she told me she’d never confess. I guess I didn’t think it was as big of a problem until it was. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah it does, how did it happen?”

“No, no, no. One question at a time. How did it happen for you?”

“My virginity? I was at a party, junior year before college and I met a girl. She was nice, really pretty, and she seemed to enjoy my company. I guess I just asked her if she wanted to fuck and she agreed, but after she told me she had a boyfriend and that was that.”

“So she cheated on her boyfriend just to fuck you? Alright, good for you I guess. Bad for the boyfriend.”

“Have you ever cheated on someone?”

“Me? God no. I haven’t even had the chance to be with anyone that seriously considers sleeping around cheating. I don’t think I could do that. Why? Have you?”

“Nope, but I guess I’ve been the person someone used to cheat, so it feels sort of like cheating.”

“Since we seem to be two overly honest people for this game, want to drink just for fun as well?”

“Please. Cheers.”

“Okay y/n, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“What was it about Joshua or Mingyu that attracted you to them?”

“With Shua it was how kind he was, everyone knows it and can see that. It just sort of radiates around him. I mean he’s beautiful, they both are. In such different ways. I’ll probably always view him as that first boy I loved, he’s really special to me. As for Mingyu, I guess I never knew why at first. He was just my hot friend that I hooked up with sometimes, but the more and more we hung out the more I realized how smart he was and how intriguing his character is.”

“Do you still have feelings for them?”

“I’m not sure what my feelings are for anyone at this moment, no.”

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Would you ever consider me the way you consider them?”

“Can I take a shot?”

“Sure, but you still have to answer the question. Come on.”

“Yeah, I would. I like getting to know you, I appreciate how fiercely committed you are to riding for the people you love. I like that you’re artistic like me, that we can laugh about wild stuff, but also be honest and talk about anything and everything in between. You’ve really made me happy even in the short time of knowing you. And to say that I’d have to think about considering you is silly, because I definitely already have. Seokmin and Jun think I have a crush on you.”

“You don’t?”

“Nobody needs to know.”

“I do.”

“You do what? Need to know if I like you?”

“No, like you.”

“Wait.”

“A lot actually. More than I ever considered I would. I think you��re actually a really spectacular person despite everything.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah. You can.”

The smell of whiskey on Minghao’s breath made the hair on Y/N’s arms stand up as she fell into his touch, the kiss exploded into more and more touching and exploration of the pair's bodies. And continued on through the night, more than once.

The next morning y/n woke up with a headache, checking the clock on her phone revealing it was almost time for Joshua to come and whisk her away from her new found bliss in bed next to Minghao.

“Going somewhere?”

“What?”

“You have a suitcase in the corner and you keep checking your phone, is everything alright? I wasn’t that bad was I?”

“No, but I’m going to see my mom this weekend with Joshua, I almost forgot. He’s on his way.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I’ll just shower quickly and sneak out. You can stay as long as you need, I have an extra key in the blue jar next to my door, just lock it up for me?”

“Sure, but come here quickly.”

Minghao pulled y/n in for a long sweet kiss, before she ran into the warm water of her shower.

Minghao propped himself up in her bed, collecting himself before making an attempt at a small getaway. Coming face to face with the unlocking door of the same apartment he spent his night in before.

“Y/n, hey can I- Oh, Minghao. Hey.”

“Joshua, Hi. Sorry I was just leaving.”

“Without saying goodbye?”

“What?”

“To y/n, she’s in the shower, you’re just leaving?”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you, for your information we already said a very thorough goodbye. Have fun on your trip, take care of her.”

“Hah. Alright.”

“I’m serious. Make sure she knows I’ll miss her.”

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

Minghao grabbed his jacket and slid out of her front door, looking behind him before walking away from y/n already feeling jealous she’d be spending her weekend with Joshua and not him, but he had things he couldn't tell her. Not yet.

"Oh, Joshua. I didn't think you were coming yet. Sorry, let me just grab my stuff."

"No it's fine, I just wanted to grab some snacks, hope that's okay?"

"Of course, take whatever you want. Give my five?"

"I saw your overnight guest on his way out."

"Yeah, he stayed over. I made him dinner, we just got drunk I didn't want him to have to drive home like that. Unsafe, you know."

"Right, well I'll meet you in the car."

"No need, I'm ready. I cannot wait to have the Boston Creme Pie from Boi's, I'm literally salivating thinking about it."

"We should go when we get into town and order an entire one."

"I see why we're friends now. Come on."

Joshua grabbed y/ns luggage, waiting for her to lock up her apartment and the pair headed to his car waiting outside.

bonus:

note/s: y/n love triangle era starting fr. srry this took a second and is a lil chaotic, I've been a lil busy. but!! I already have the next part on hand and will be posting v soon, some shit will be going down at minghaos show, but I didn't tell u that. xoxoxo. ily.

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fangirlings-things · 1 year

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The reactions of your brothers to you dying in battle headcanons

anon said: Hello may i request a ragnarssons reaction where the little sister dies in battle, a whole cup of sad pls :D (a continuation of the lil sis reaction with the boys where you choose to fight against them)

A/N: hope you enjoy this, love! sorry it took so long 💛

TAG LIST: @maggiescarborough ; @charmingvalkyrie ; @flowers-in-your-hayr

THIS IS A PART TWO TO THESE HEADCANONS

→ Bjorn Ironside

He could not believe it when it happened

He saw from afar, when the warrior on his army made the final blow and sent you to Valhalla

He screamed, and everything else had no matter as all he thought about was to get you

He did reach you and seeing all that blood, your blood, made rage fill the whole of him

Bjorn regretted so much his last words to you, having said awful things when you had exposed your intentions of fighting against him

Now, he had no means of telling you just how much he loved you and was proud of the shield maiden you had become

For the first time in his life, he took no joy in having won a battle

→ Ubbe

Ubbe is in complete shock

He heard you scream and turned to see you on your back on the grass, blood all around you and an arrow coming out of your chest

He dropped on his knees by your side and held your hand tightly as with widened eyes, feeling despair, he tried to figure out what he could do, anything at all, as he watched you drown in your own blood

You forced him a smile as you died and that was it, you had gone to Valhalla and a corner of his mind wished he could follow you already

Living the rest of his life without his little sibling did not seem fair, and he blamed the Gods for it, like he had never before

It was a horrific day and he would never forget it. Everytime he closed his eyes, that moment would come back to him and he would feel that insistent pain on his chest, like he had been the one struck by an arrow, not you

In a way, he died with you on that same day. A part of him sure had

→ Hvitserk

After you had crossed paths in the battlefield and turned away from one another, Hvitserk thought that would be it, that however won, either way you would both still be alright

But when he was stumbling out of that field after the battle was done, his side having won, he stumbled upon your body

And Hvitserk found himself like he had before many times in his life

In denial

He could not react. Could not cry or scream, nothing. He just stared at your lifeless body, your shield broken beside you and a deep wound on your stomach

He walked away in silence, said nothing to no one. Just stood there in the middle of the other victorious warriors like a ghost

Only at night, so far away from everyone else that he could almost hear the troubled thoughts of his troubled mind, he cried

�� Sigurd Snake in the Eye

Even though he had told himself he would do what he had to, when it came to that he could not

Meeting you on the battlefield made him paralyzed and Sigurd found himself without any idea of what to do

You parted ways though, and it was sure in his mind that he would have the victory, but afterwards you would make peace with each other and move pass by it, as siblings would often do

But you did not prevail, and Sigurd did not believe it when he heard such news

He asked to see your body, but the other warriors told him it was impossible, the dead were already being pilled up and taken away. He would never see your face again

Sigurd felt shame, regret and sadness

He wished he had talked you out of that, that he had convinced you to fight with him after all

He had the victory, but he felt like he had failed deeply

→ Ivar the Boneless

He had threatened you when you had said you would fight against him, but as much of what he said when consumed by anger, Ivar did not really mean that

Seeing you be fatally wounded in the middle of the battle made him scream out in pure rage as he rushed to get to you

He killed the warrior who gave you that death sentence, wihout even thinking twice about the fact that thry were fighting on the same side

He pulled you closed to him, cried and sobbed, begging you to not leave him

You had always been close, and you never had thought less of him because of his legs. He loved you deeply for it

Even though you were the one dying, it was you comforted him, and said that you would be waiting for him in Valhalla, feasting with the Gods and your father, Ragnar

When you died, he went back to battle, heart filled with anger and pure hatred in his eyes

He wanted blood, and he would have it

#imagine #x reader #fanfic #imagines #headcanons #vikings #vikings imagine #vikings fanfic #bjorn ironside imagine #ubbe imagine #sigurd snake in the eye imagine #ivar the boneless imagine #hvitserk imagine

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brittscafe · 6 months

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Heyooo Brittttt!! First of all, I'm a massive fan of your work!! They're all so amazing!!

May I ask for a Jushiro X F!reader one where he confesses, which turns into an angst but then smut after huehuehue. Thank u so much ily 💕

Hi! Thank you so much, ily too :)

The dark sky is filled with tiny little stars scattered up in the sky. The moon is hanging up high, reflecting down onto your face. Your back is pressed into the soft green grass as Jushiro lays down next to you.

Your eyes on the stars, watching each of them sparkle in the sky, but Jushiro's eyes are on yours. He watches your every move; how your eyes light up when you glance at the sky, how your nose scrunches up, and how absolutely stunning you look right now.

They may say stars are bright, but your smile is the brightest thing Jushiro's ever seen. He's so in love with you, everybody knows, expect you.

"Y/n," Jushiro calls out, his voice bringing you back down to reality.

"Yeah?" you ask, turning your head and glancing over at him. Jushiro is giddy with nervous butterflies forming in his stomach. He licks his lips and clears his throat.

"Can I tell you something?" he asks with a ginger tone.

"Of course. You know you can tell me anything, Jushi," you nod your head. Jushiro's cheeks fluster at the sound of that nickname that you gave him.

Jushiro fiddles with his hands and swallows his fear. "I think I'm in love with you," Jushiro blurts out and your eyes widen. You shift yourself onto your side and face him.

"What?" you mumble out, your heart sinking down into your feet.

Jushiro gulps and inches closer to you, turning onto his side. His stomach has tight knots that are burning away at him.

"I'm in love with you and I have been for awhile. I mean, pretty much everyone knows that I am," Jushiro explains and you cock an eyebrow.

"Everybody knows about this?" you ask and Jushiro nods his head.

"Yeah, expect you. It's like you were in a whole other world that just included you and only you," Jushiro chuckles you and you lower your head with shame.

"Are you calling me selfish, Jushiro? That isn't funny," you shake your head and Jushiro's eyes widen. You sit up from the grass and Jushiro shakes his head.

"No, no, no, of course not. I'm just saying it's a miracle that you didn't know. You're so selfless, y/n. I would never call you selfish. I'm captured by your beauty and you make my heart and mind spiral," Jushiro speaks honestly and your jaw drops open.

You can't believe this. Jushiro Ukitake is in love with you and you never knew. The tears flood your eyes and slowly drip down your cheeks.

Jushiro's eyes widen and his heart shatters at the sight of you hurt and crying. He sits up and reaches out, hesitating and dropping his hand down.

"I can't I've been so foolish all of these years. You've had these feelings for a long time and I never knew. Jushi, I'm so sorry," you sob out, sitting up and burying your face into the palm of your hands.

"No, there's no need to apologize. You're not foolish, y/n. You didn't know and that's okay. I'm telling you now. So...how do you feel?" Jushiro asks, voice gentle and soft.

You stare into his eyes, flickering your gaze down to his pink, plump lips.

"Oh, Jushiro," you breathe out, pressing your lips against his. His eyes widen at your sudden moves and he smiles against your lips.

This is all he's ever wanted. Your lips melt against his, his tongue sliding in between and into your mouth. You moan softly and your sounds are like sweet, silky honey to Jushiro.

You climb onto Jushiro's lap and grab onto his shoulders. Jushiro's arms snake around your waist and pull your body against his. You both pull away from the passionate kiss, gasping for air.

You straddle his lap, staring down into his soft eyes. His large palms cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing over your skin.

"So, does this mean you like me too?" Jushiro asks, a grin tugging on his face. His white teeth wink at you and you giggle, sniffling. His knuckles wipe away the rest of the wet tears on your face and you lean your forehead against his.

"Yeah, I like you, too," you shrug your shoulders. Jushiro captures your lips with his again, his warm hands sliding into your uniform.

Emotions are running wild through your bodies, electric energy pulsing through your veins. The chilly wind slaps against your skin and you shiver.

"Are you cold?" Jushiro chuckles out, pulling away from your lips. You nod your head and Jushiro tugs his captain's cloak off. He wraps it around your body, bringing warmth to you.

"Thank you. You're always so sweet and kind, Jushiro," you speak quietly, dipping your head down and presses a soft kiss to his cheek.

Jushiro's heart skips a beat and he grabs onto the back of your head, pulling you down so that his lips graze along your earlobe.

"I want to make love to you, y/n," he whispers into your ear, making your body tingle. You chew on your bottom lip as he pulls away, meeting your gaze.

"So then...what's stopping you?" you ask, luring him in with your lustful voice. Jushiro's eyes glisten and he presses wet kisses along your neck, traveling down to your collarbone.

You lean your head back, letting out a soft moan. You dig your fingers into Jushiro's shoulders as he sucks on your sensitive skin. He pulls away, gazing at the red mark he's left on your neck.

Jushiro carefully takes off your black kosode, still keeping his captain's cape around you. It keeps you warm and makes you feel safe.

Your hands tear open Jushiro's uniform and you gaze down at his chest. For such a slender man, he's got good muscles and a firm chest.

You hands feel over his body and Jushiro's eyes roll into the back of his head. He never thought he would be able to feel your hands, grazing along his body. He never thought it would feel this damn good.

Jushiro's hands work to undo your black pants and you sit up, tugging them off. Jushiro hooks your panties to the side and starts rubbing your clit.

"Jushiro, this feels so good," you hum out, your hand traveling to his stomach to the little happy trails that leads into his pants. You can see the bulge in his pants.

"Yeah?" Jushiro asks, pressing down onto your clit. You gasp quietly and nod your head. You pull down his pants and run your hand over the curve in his boxers.

He groans quietly and closes his eyes for a moment. "Are you sure you to do this?" Jushiro asks, eyelids fluttering back open. You smile tenderly and reach your hand up, tucking his white bangs back and behind his ear.

"Yeah, of course I want to. Do you?" you ask, squeezing the head of his cock. Jushiro lets out a nervous chuckle and nods his head.

"I've waited for this for a long time y/n...of course I want this," Jushiro reassures you, pulling down his boxers. His pants and boxers are at his knees and your eyes widen.

Jushiro's hard, long cock springs up. The head is red, raging and aching for attention. Jushiro grabs onto your hips as you lift yourself up, grabbing the head of his cock.

You slowly sink down onto his cock, letting out a loud moan. Jushiro groans loudly as you fully sink down on his length and steady yourself on Jushiro's shoulders.

His cock fits perfect inside of your pussy, stretching you out and filling you up in such a glorious way. You start to rock your hips back and forth, watching as Jushiro's cock slides in and out of you.

Moans fill the chilly air as his cock presses against that soft spot of yours. You clench your walls around his length and he groans heavily, his head dipping down to your neck.

Jushiro's lips run along your skin, peppering it in soft kisses.

"A-ah, Jushi. It feels too good," you cry out, sinking back down onto his cock. He lifts his head up and places a soft kiss on your puffy lips.

"Keep going, my love. I can take over if you'd like," Jushiro offers and you shake your head. Your thighs are trembling and you can feel his balls slap against your skin.

"No, I'm fine, but I'm going to cum," you warn him, starting to bounce up and down on his cock. You repeatedly slam your abused pussy back down onto Jushiro's cock, both of you moaning.

You moan loudly as a wave of pleasure rips through you, cum flowing out from your pussy. You pant heavily and Jushiro guides your hips over his cock.

His cock twitches inside of you and releases thick, hot ropes of cum inside of your pussy. He leans his head against your chest and breathes heavily, coming down from his high.

"You did so well," Jushiro comments as you plant your hands on his chest, lifting yourself off his cock. You collapse on Jushiro's chest and he wraps his arms around you, chuckling.

"I forgot how much of a workout that is," you sigh out, nuzzling your head on his chest. Jushiro's slender fingers glide through your hair and he grins.

"Well next time, you can be on the bottom," Jushiro explains and you cock an eyebrow.

"Oh? Next time?" you question him, lifting your head up and meeting his gaze. He grabs onto your hand and interlaces your fingers, bobbing his head.

There was nothing more romantic then staring up at the stars together in a grassy field with your lover.

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writing-intheundercroft · 7 months

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Your Ivy Grows // Introductions

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Ominis Gaunt could not see, but he could feel.

He could feel the long thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua’s home. He could feel the sand down by the beach, grainy and coarse as he ran from her, giggling. He’d learn to feel the bumps on paper (braille, the muggles called it) from books Aunt Noctua bought from London so he could read. Ominis could feel his little wooden sailboat splash through the water of the tide pools, the sting of salty air touching the tip of his tongue.

He could feel the disdain his mother had for him, and the indifference of his father and siblings. Everyone had told him how much his mother had wanted another baby boy, but it seemed her enthusiasm had died down once she realized the task of childbearing was finally behind her. She’d produced an heir and a spare for the Gaunt lineage, as well as three daughters to serve the bloodline. Mrs. Gaunt was done, a triumph in the eyes of other pure blood families. What they didn’t know was that Ominis was always at his Aunt Noctua’s; for as long as he could remember, he’d been sent in a carriage, alone with just a house elf to escort him to the beach house.

Ominis could feel Aunt Noctua’s love. It was the only love he’d ever come to know. She was more of a mother to him than his own, and despite the fear he felt traveling without sight in a thestral drawn carriage, the second the carriage landed and the doors opened, he knew he would be greeted by Noctua’s warm arms. Aunt Noctua read him bedtime stories, sat with him at the dinner table, and skipped with him along the beach. Much to his father’s dismay, she’d taken him to buy a wand, and after an entire month of researching echolocation spells, she’d taught the little blind boy how to use his wand to see.

“Ominis darling, come here.” Noctua called.

He was ten years old, just about to turn eleven in July. In four months, he’d be off to his first year at Hogwarts—his first time ever spending more than a month away from Noctua.

Ominis held his wand up, the tip glowing red as he guided himself to the garden. Noctua was sitting in her garden beds, tending to her beloved flowers. He knelt down next to her, feeling her linen apron before he fell to his knees in the dirt. He remembered his father complaining Noctua’s garden was too unruly; she’d merely laughed, claiming she liked it that way.

“What are you doing today?” He asked timidly, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“I’m working on the ivy.” Noctua announced. “You must be diligent with it; it can easily overgrow and take over the other plants. You’ll be the steward of this house one day Ominis, I’d like for you to learn so you may take care of it yourself.”

“Won’t I have a gardener?” Ominis quipped.

Noctua snorted. “Not with the way your father spends.” She took his hand, helping him feel the leaves of the lush ivy below him. “Feel this—you shouldn’t let it grow any longer than this, otherwise my violets will be completely overtaken. But take care not to trim it too far back, otherwise the snakes won’t have anywhere to hide.”

Ominis nodded, holding his wand up in his other hand. “Will I learn how to care for ivy in Herbology class?” he quipped.

Noctua let out one of her booming laughs. “Oh no, sweetheart. You’ll learn about far more exciting plants in your lessons. Magical ones, with many purposes. Ivy is just a regular plant.”

He wrinkled his nose. “Then what’s the point of it?”

Noctua put her palm on Ominis’s pink cheek. “It’s pretty, and I like it. It doesn’t need to have a point besides that.” She put down her trimming shears, dusting dirt off on her apron. “And besides, plants are living beings, and life itself is magic. They bring me joy.”

“You bring me joy,” Ominis stated.

“Sweet boy.” Noctua pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You bring me great joy as well. I fear this house will be quite lonely without you come September.”

“Can I stay?” Ominis pouted. “You can tutor me. I don’t need Hogwarts; you’ve already taught me so much.”

Noctua sighed. “You’ll be happy to go to Hogwarts. I loved it when I was there–I made many great friends, and I’m sure you will too.”

He pouted even more. “I don’t need anyone else besides you, Aunt Noctua.”

“I won’t always be here, my love.” Noctua murmured. “A day may come when I need to leave, and you’ll need to be very brave and take care of this beautiful house for me.”

Ominis swallowed thickly. He didn’t ever want to think about a day like that coming for her.

“Madame Noctua, luncheon is nearly ready. Would you like Golly to set it up in the garden for you?” a little voice rang. It was Golly, Noctua’s house elf, a plump little thing with warm rosy cheeks. She’d been Noctua’s beloved house elf for as long as Ominis could remember, and was always the one to accompany him in his carriage rides.

“Thank you, Golly. Yes, let’s take lunch in the garden.” Noctua announced. She stood up, holding her hand out to Ominis to grasp. “Lunch, and then we’ll play down by the water, hmm?”

It had been a simple day. There were no presents, no visitors, nothing particularly special about it to single it out from every other day Ominis spent with her. But he could remember her being a little sad after their tea, shutting herself in her study afterwards. She had sent a letter to Ominis’s father, supposedly about the research she’d been conducting on their renowned ancestor, Salazar Slytherin.

Ominis heard her muttering a word under her breath that haunted him for ages. Scriptorium , she’d called it. A secret room at Hogwarts that no one had ever found before, supposedly where Slytherin’s greatest research was being hidden. Aunt Noctua had been sure it would prove the Slytherin had interests outside of blood purity, and that there was more for the Gaunt family to aspire to.

Ominis went to Hogwarts that September, and wrote to Aunt Noctua every week. He met his two best friends, Sebastian and Anne Sallow, and he told her all about the twins and their antics. Come June, he wrote to Aunt Noctua one last time, apologizing that he would not be able to spend the summer at the beach house; he’d be in Feldcroft with the twins and their uncle.

Noctua wrote back to him, sorry that they’d miss one another, but sincerely happy that he’d made honest, good friends. She told him that she’d be off on an adventure, and that she’d write to him as soon as she could. Feldcroft wasn’t far from her destination, she’d teased. Perhaps if she was successful, she could visit him before summer’s end and meet his friends.

Ominis never heard from Aunt Noctua ever again.

_____

Ominis had been coerced by his mother into dinner at Gaunt Manor; he should have known there were strings attached and that Marvolo would have an assignment for him. The three of them now sat in silence at the long, splintered wooden dining table; Marvolo, seated at the head of the table, with his cold, austere mother on the right. Ominis was to his left, poking at the remnants of his dinner.

“So, I have a new charge,” Marvolo said easily, setting his cutlery down. “And a job for you this summer.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, a charge?”

Marvolo hummed. “Yes. A gentleman I work with has left his daughter in my care for the summer, and I need someone to mind her while I’m in London.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Ominis grumbled, playing with the tarnished silver fork in his hand.

“I most certainly am not,” Marvolo sneered, his attitude shifting swiftly, as his moods often did. “And if you ever want to see a knut of your inheritance, you’ll do as I say.”

Ominis inhaled sharply. “You can’t seriously be asking me to play governess for the entire summer.”

“I need someone to mind the girl,” Marvolo explained. “Someone to supervise her, make sure she keeps herself in line. You do this for me,” Ominis could sense his brother’s heavy hand pointing at him, “And you and your little farm boy will get the money you need to take your world tour.”

Ominis frowned at the mention of Sebastian. He loathed whenever his family mentioned him. His chosen family would always take higher precedence than those of his blood. Sebastian was his real brother; the two of them had planned to take a year-long tour around the world together, but Sebastian was still trying to come up with enough money to sustain their travels. Ominis could get the money easily enough from his family’s trust, but Sebastian was toiling day in and out working at Flourish and Blotts to fund his travel expenses, and refused a single galleon from Ominis.

“That,” Marvolo took a sip of his wine. “And you can finally have Noctua’s house.”

“You have her up at Noctua’s house?” Ominis’s ears perked.

His Aunt Noctua’s home was dear to him; he’d spent most of his childhood there, cast away from the family manor. Out of sight, out of mind, Ominis thought. His mother had no patience for his blindness, and his father nearly forgot his existence. As Aunt Noctua had never been declared dead, merely missing, the home sat unoccupied. Marvolo had brought it up in conversation a few times–mostly to complain about it being a money pit, or about it being too close to a muggle village. It was a modest manor off the coast, hours away from any wizarding kind, perched on the ledge of a seaside muggle town. Ominis hadn’t been there since the summer before his first year at Hogwarts.

Ominis knew Noctua was dead, having discovered her body with Sebastian and their peculiar friend during their fifth year. They’d had to leave her bones behind; despite feeling horrible about her final resting place being the door to the Scriptorium, Ominis would never, ever be put in a situation where an unforgivable curse was his only way to safety. He was sure Aunt Noctua would understand.

“It’s been cleaned up; the old house elf is still there, minding her at the moment.” Ominis could sense the frown on Marvolo’s face. “You’ll live there, keep an eye on her, and stay out of trouble.”

“Why does she need minding? Does she not have a nanny of her own to do so?” Ominis inquired.

Marvolo sighed. “She’s rough, I’ll leave it at that. Feral little alley cat of a child, already scared off the three governesses we’ve tried to stick with her.”

“And pray tell, why has her father left her in your care?” Ominis crossed his arms and leaned back against the wooden chair. His brother was the last person who should ever have the responsibility of a child; he had no patience for it, nor a modicum of emotional intelligence.

“Her father owes me a debt–and a daughter is all the currency he has. Can’t risk him ‘accidentally’ misplacing her, like he’s done with all the rest of his collateral.” Marvolo explained.

Ominis soured at the thought. He knew his brother dabbled in unsavory business, and no matter how he tried to frame it, he was clearly extorting this man with his daughter’s life.

“Last question. Why me?”

Marvolo snorted. “You’re the only chap available. Given your deficiencies , I don’t think you’ll be too busy during the social season this summer. Perhaps another year.”

Ominis tried his best not to flinch at his brother’s insult. Ever since their father had gone senile, Marvolo had taken up place as head of the family. He was responsible for the family trust, and had carefully chosen each of their sisters’ husbands. Ominis was nearly twenty one, and he was surprised his brother hadn’t surprised him with some meek, sniveling pure blood bride. Marvolo himself had been married for a few years already, with no children in sight. He hardly spent enough time with his own wife, choosing the company of his many mistresses in London instead. Ominis knew Marvolo blamed his poor wife for their misfortune, but he secretly hoped it was his brother’s own misdeeds that caused their inability to procreate. However, if times truly became desperate for the Gaunts, it would mean the family lineage was left to Ominis’s hands—an idea he truly loathed.

Ominis stood in the foyer, fastening his cloak around his neck as he made his departure. With his wand securely stowed in his pocket, he didn’t notice Marvolo sneak up behind him. The two brothers couldn’t have been more different, physically and emotionally. Marvolo had the typical Gaunt look, with dark hair, hooded eyes, and terrifyingly large figure. Ominis greatly favored his mother’s side of the family with his blond hair and lithe figure. Thanks to Noctua, he also had a trait most of his family lacked—kindness.

“Don’t fuck this up, brother.” Marvolo sneered. “It’s a simple job, get it done and you’ll have what you need.”

Ominis shuddered as his domineering brother backed away, and apparated back to his London flat as quickly as he could.

_____

Ominis stood at the edge of the blustery cliff, gazing out onto the water. He’d do so often with Noctua when he was a boy, punted off to stay with her so he’d be out of his older siblings’ way when they returned from Hogwarts. He never minded it though–Noctua had been the only light he’d ever known before he met Anne and Sebastian.

Speaking of friends, Sebastian had begged him not to take on the job. He’d have the money by the end of the year, he reassured Ominis. There would be no need to stoop down as low as Marvolo to fund their trip. But Ominis couldn’t bear to watch his best friend spend seven days a week peddling books for sickles, and anyways, he wanted to see how the old house was faring. So now, he stood just yards from the house’s gates, clutching his suitcases, ready to take on the role of guardian. Ominis’s stomach churned with nerves; he’d never spent much time around children even when he was a child himself, so he wasn’t even sure how he’d talk to a girl.

When he pushed through the front door of the house, he took in a deep inhale. Despite the musty smell, it reminded him of his childhood. Ominis raised his wand, alerted to the presence of a smaller being in front of him, and let a smile grace his face.

“Golly, it’s good to see you.” He knelt down, getting on the same level as Noctua’s house elf.

“Master Ominis, it has been so long,” the old house elf croaked, patting his hand. “My, you have grown into such a fine gentleman. You look so much like my Mistress Noctua.”

Ominis’s smile faltered. “Yes, I do miss her.”

Golly the house elf beckoned him in. “I’ve prepared the mistress's old chambers for you to sleep in during your stay. Let me take your cases.”

“Absolutely not, Golly. I’m triple your size, I’d never let you carry any case of mine.” Ominis declared. “Leviosa,” he muttered, the suitcases now floating behind him as he ascended the creaky stairs.

As he pushed the door open to Noctua’s bedroom, Ominis bit down on his lip. It all felt so familiar to him as he walked around, feeling everything—the four poster bed, the big bay window with a deep seat attached to it. Even the smell of the linens felt familiar, despite being freshly washed. The sea breeze always left a salty note on the cotton.

“I could’ve stayed in my old apartments, you know.” Ominis murmured.

Golly shifted back and forth. “Your new ward is staying in them. I thought the mistress’s apartments would be best suited for you.”

“And where is she?” Ominis quipped. “I should meet her before supper.”

Golly sighed. “Probably down by the beach. She’s not very good at following rules—reminds me quite a bit of your sisters when they were younger. Master Marvolo hired three ladies to oversee her, and each quit within a week.” Golly uttered the girl’s name, tutting her tongue. “You shall see her at supper, I suppose. Please, get some rest and freshen up. I’ll have the meal set in two hours.”

Ominis dallied for half an hour, laying about the bed before he decided to unpack his trunks. He only brought clothes, books, and some parchment and dictation quills to write home to Sebastian. The desk had been cleared of its former mistress’s possessions, and it felt odd to set it up with his own belongings. Ominis dragged his hands against every square inch of the mahogany desk; he remembered exactly where things belonged. Noctua’s perfume bottles would be in the center, letters and notes littered on the left edge next to her quills and ink pot.

Ominis shook his head. If he were ever to be master of the house, he had to start getting used to the furniture being his. He splashed water on his face to freshen up, and got dressed for a formal dinner. Ominis only ever dressed up for meals with his family, but it felt far too casual to be informal in front of his ward.

Ominis descended the stairs, the scent of a rich roast chicken guiding him to the dining room. Golly had set up a full seven course meal, which was far too decadent for Ominis’s taste. She had always spent time laboring over Ominis’s favorite foods as a child, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her that he no longer liked figgy pudding. But it had been years since he’d seen the little house elf, and he wanted to make her feel useful after being lonely in the house for so long. Golly hummed as she set the dishes on the table, clearly happy to no longer be alone in the house.

Ominis listened to the clock chiming and frowned. “Where is she?”

Golly sighed loudly. “Wouldn’t count on her to be on time, Master Gaunt.”

“But your feast will have gone cold.” He complained. Disrespectful child , he thought.

Ominis sat at the table for another thirty minutes, waiting and tapping his feet against the marble floor. He was about to stand and barge out of the house looking for the girl, when he sensed a figure sauntering into the dining room.

“Golly, I’m back.” A feminine voice called out. “What’s for dinner?”

Ominis raised his wand, a bit taken aback. When Marvolo had said she was a girl, Ominis assumed a child–but the person entering the dining room was a woman , probably his age. She was tall, and he could sense her hair swishing around, as if it were in two long braids. He could smell the scent of the coast lingering on her frock, and the mud on her shoes.

Ominis stood up abruptly. The girl stopped in her tracks, glaring at him.

“Who are you?” she snipped.

Ominis cleared his throat, bowing his head slightly. “I’m Mr. Gaunt. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She said nothing, slowly approaching the table. “You aren’t the Mr. Gaunt I know,” she stopped right in front of him, appraising him. “You’re…much younger. Certainly more handsome.”

Ominis brushed the back of his neck, fighting the blush he could feel creeping on his face. “You’re referring to my older brother, Marvolo.”

She sniffed. “Yes, much more handsome. Your brother is quite brutish.” He could feel her eyes raking over him.

“I may be blind, but I can sense you staring,” Ominis snipped. “And it’s rather unladylike.” He maneuvered to the chair next to his, pulling it out for her.

“I wasn’t raised to be a lady, Mr. Gaunt,” she taunted him as she sat down. “But if that’s what Marvolo desires of me, he’ll have it.”

Ominis frowned as he sat back in his chair. He wasn’t sure how his older brother was so well acquainted with the young woman, and he certainly didn’t want to know.

The two of them sat at the dinner table, the silence thickened the air. For quite some time, Ominis could only make out the sound of teeth gnashing on meat, and Golly humming from the butler’s pantry.

“How did you find your travels?” The girl quipped, the soft clatter of her silverware breaking the silence of the room.

“Quite nice. I used to spend a lot of time here as a child, and I missed the journey.” Ominis hummed. “Weather is delightful this time of year.” He felt silly, exchanging pleasantries about the weather with his house guest. If he were truly to be the man of the house, he should brush up on better conversation topics.

The girl cleared her throat. “I didn’t know Marvolo had a brother,” she admitted. “How much younger are you?”

Ominis stiffened, blinking his unseeing eyes at the table. “Fifteen years. I was born while he was away at Hogwarts, so we’re not very close.” He paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “You didn’t go to Hogwarts. I would’ve known you.”

“Father wanted me to stay close to home; his profession is quite dangerous, so he couldn’t imagine me being far away.” she said simply. “Mother tutored me though.”

“And what does your father do?” Ominis inquired.

She hesitated. “Rare artifacts. One might call him a treasure hunter. We traveled frequently with him.”

“And life on the road is much safer than Hogwarts?” Ominis probed.

“I quite liked it.” she sniffed. “I’m well traveled, I’ve studied all over the world, rather than being cooped up in a dodgy old castle.”

“It’s not dodgy,” Ominis rolled his eyes. “It’s fantastic, one of the best places to be.” Ominis counted Hogwarts as one of his happiest places–Hogwarts, the Sallow cottage in Feldcroft, and Aunt Noctua’s home.

She shrugged. “Then you haven’t traveled enough.” She tilted her head, changing the subject. “I find it strange they sent a man to watch over me, not another governess.”

“Well, I’ve heard you’ve chased all the nannies away.” Ominis chuffed.

She smiled at that, and he bit down on his lower lip to hide his smile. “I’m twenty, I don’t need a governess. I was hoping they’d send a companion, but I suppose you’ll have to do.”

Ominis set his cutlery down, wiping his mouth politely. “Look, I don’t mean to imprison you here. I won’t say that I understand exactly why I’ve been charged with your care, but I promise to treat you with respect and make sure you have everything you need for your own comfort.” he hesitated. “We both clearly have duties to our family to attend to, but I won’t restrict you. Go about your day as you wish, and I’ll do the same.”

Ominis could feel her heated stare. She leaned back in her chair, playing with the end of one of her braids. “You and your brother couldn’t be more different.”

He tipped his wine glass towards her. “I consider that a high compliment.”

_____

His ward had retired to bed, and Ominis decided to take a walk around the property. He swirled a glass of wine in his hands as he stomped through the yard towards Noctua’s garden. Perhaps he could hire a groundskeeper to tend to the land once the house was passed down to him. Poor old Golly deserved a retirement; he could free her once he became the master of the house. He’d pay her a fair wage, just like Noctua used to…

Ominis wasn’t much of a drinker back in London; Sebastian always enjoyed hanging out with their classmates at the Leaky Cauldron, and he was a happy drunk. Ominis, on the other hand, would be drunk just from social exposure. He normally found drinking alone a bit depressing, but something about being in a house that was almost his made him feel like celebrating. Golly had opened up one of the good bottles from the cellar, and he wouldn’t let it go to waste. He felt good; the tangy red liquid had him feeling warm all over, and the salty breeze from the nearby ocean was just as intoxicating.

He didn’t need his wand—Ominis could retrace his exact steps to the garden gate, having made the journey hundreds of times as a little boy without a wand. Once, Noctua had made him count his paces, and he still found himself doing so as he approached the wrought iron gate. He put a hand out to pull it open, frowning when his hand met air instead of the handle.

It was already open.

Ominis pulled his wand out of his pocket, taking a large gulp from the glass in his other hand. He knew it was ungentlemanly, but he wiped his mouth with his billowing sleeve. Wand raised and tip lit red, he pushed forward to see who might be in the garden so late. It was nearly eleven o’clock at night, and he was the only one out of the house. Ominis readied himself for a duel in case it was an intruder–his heart raced, hoping he wouldn’t have to defend the women in the house.

Ominis heard the soft hum of a voice in the distance; they were singing to themself, kneeling on the ground. he could also hear the sharp slice of shears, and the sound of branches and leaves being piled up on the ground. He held his wand in the direction of the sound, sensing the outline of a young woman on the ground.

It was his house guest; she was kneeling on the ground in her nightgown, her two braids dangling as she leaned over the garden beds.

“What are you doing?” Ominis barked.

She startled. “Oh, Mr. Gaunt. I didn’t realize you’d be walking out here so late.”

“What. Are. You. Doing.” Ominis seethed.

He could sense her standing up, wiping her hands on her lap. “I was tending to the garden—Golly mentioned the old owner was a dab hand at herbology, and the whole thing was teeming with weeds, it was a shame. I’ve been trying to fix the garden beds, they’re all so overgrown with ivy. You know, it can be an invasive species if planted too close—“

“Don’t!” Ominis yelled, kicking the shears away. He knelt down on the ground, his wand discarded, feeling the garden bed. “You’ve trimmed it too far back.”

The girl scoffed. “Excuse me, I know what I’m doing. Besides, if you let it overgrow, snakes can start burrowing underneath.”

“You’re disrupting them,” Ominis growled. “Leave it be! This isn’t your garden.” He patted the ground; Noctua’s violets were gone. “What have you done with all the flowers? Where…where did you get those shears?”

He knew the girl was staring at him oddly. “I found them in the garden shed; Golly said I could use them and the apron. Mr. Gaunt, I’m only trying to help—“

She was wearing Aunt Noctua’s apron, he realized. Her apron, her shears, her garden, all in the hands of a stranger.

“Well, stop it.” Ominis growled. “You’ve ruined it. And take that apron off, it isn’t yours.” He bellowed, perhaps louder than he should’ve been, given the late hour. He patted around the ground, trying to get a sense of the landscape. It all felt so different, everything familiar was missing. Noctua’s daffodils, violets, and her beloved bluebells were all gone . “What are you even doing out of bed?” Ominis barked. “It’s terribly improper for you to be out here at this hour.”

“I’m sorry,” The girl mumbled. “I could go to town, get some seedlings. It was just in such bad shape–”

“Get out,” Ominis hissed, waving her off. “Go back to the house, go back to bed, and stay out of the garden!”

She backed away. “I-I-I’m sorry. I’ll leave you.” Without his wand he couldn’t see her retreating form, but he could hear her bare feet thumping the ground as she ran.

Ominis took a deep breath. He knew it was unkind to have yelled at her—he didn’t even know the girl. But the garden was Noctua’s, no one else’s. It was up to her to decide what was a weed, what was overgrown, what to take away or prune. When Ominis was little, he only ever acted on her orders, making sure the garden was exactly to her liking. Noctua loved her little plants, each and every one, even if they didn’t have any magical purposes.

Life itself is magic, she once said.

But Noctua was dead, the garden was too neatly trimmed, and the snakes didn’t have a refuge to hide in. The house no longer had Aunt Noctua’s warmth; it no longer felt like her.

Ominis stayed in the garden and wept.

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