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kissingmilfs · 8 months

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sleeping with the enemy | natasha romanoff

summary: part of the dream girl evil! au something had to be done. everyone was sick of the fighting. but maybe being trapped in a van with natasha wasn’t entirely the worst idea. prequel to 🫀

cw: hate fucking, degradation, name calling, sorta pet play, mentions of weed and alcohol, slight blood, consensual(ish) bullying

word count: 4.1k

a/n: my gf @pocolottie did the banner! it’ll be posted to ao3 too.

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you’re all squeezed in the back of Sam's dad’s company van. it’s a little silly pulling up to a college bonfire in a white van with a fishing company’s decal on the sides. our friend group is comprised of seven people originally. wanda invited some random boy from her chemistry lab. sam invited his sister because bucky gets really awkward around her and it’s funny seeing a drunk bucky trying to flirt with sarah.

it’s already hard enough sharing an opened, public space with natasha. even when you’re feet apart, there’s always something negative for natasha to spew at you. even if the girl is quiet, you can feel natasha throwing you disgusted looks. naturally it sucks having the girl sitting directly across from you with five other people squished around.

steve texted to warn about the tight squeeze in the van. the natural peace maker wanting to make sure everyone spends the ride without getting murdered. before they swung around to your dorm, you took two shots of some cheap tequila. you hung outside, smoking a joint, able to indulge since soccer season ended.

you needed all the help you could get. sometimes you tell yourself that you can handle natasha’s constant attacking and horrid attitude. but then natasha will glare at you and all your reservations are dropped. you saw the van bank the corner, ashed your joint and hopped into the back. natasha’s dorm is before yours, so naturally you were met with her face first.

the alcohol and the weed help maintain your calm composure. you say, “sup,” to everyone and climb into the van. once sam confirms you’re in safely and somewhat comfortably he drives off, heading to the clearing in the woods. your knees are pulled up to your chest, allowing your chin to rest on them. you’re listening to the lull of random conversations from everyone in the van. you even thought to yourself, “wow this is nice,” right before natasha opened her mouth.

natasha cannot resist truthfully. you make yourself an easy target for the girl. there’s always something for natasha to single out and make fun of. you dont even hide your disdain or contempt. she loves seeing a reaction come from you. something about seeing the muscles in your jaw tighten, or your eyebrows furrow with anger, continues the little game for natasha.

“it smells fucking rank in here.” natasha deadpans while staring directly at you.

you open your mouth then quickly close it. wanda leans over bucky and takes a whiff from you. both her and bucky exchange knowing glances and she giggles.

“its just weed, natasha. chill out.” bucky mumbles with a shrug, not wanting to spend another 20 minutes with both of them going at it.

natasha throws bucky a horrid stare and he retreats into himself like a scared puppy. wanda soothingly rubs his shoulder then glances over apologetically at you. you sigh, momentarily closing your eyes. the thought of entertaining natasha and her usual antics makes the tequila in your stomach churn.

“what? nothing to say, y/l/n? you must’ve really fried your brain with that shit.” natasha’s words are filled with disgust.

you open your eyes again, deadly staring at the girl across from you. “what do you want me to say, hm? i don’t owe you anything. you’re the only one with the fucking problem.”

natasha scrunches her face with one eyebrow raised. “oh? you don’t think the way you smell affects me? or anyone else in the van? maybe they’re all too coward to say anything.”

everyone in the van grumbles, muttering something about how they’re not cowards, or that they don’t care. it does not seem to phase natasha. she’s relentless and goes in for more.

“no wonder you’re such a pathetic athlete. matter of fact, i wonder how your coach would feel hearing what his star player gets up to during off season.”

“jesus…give me a fucking break. maybe you should try smoking some time. you’ll get that stick out of your ass. it’s probably making you constipated and that’s why you’re such a fucking bitch.” your hand curls into a fist against the fabric of your pants. you can feel the anger starting to boil in your veins. this is precisely what you wanted to avoid.

and on the other hand, natasha is failing miserably at hiding her pleased expression. it’s all part of natasha’s favorite game. pushing and pushing until you finally snap. natasha would be lying, if she said the malice in your tone did not excite her and incentive her to keep verbally attacking you.

“and what? become a burnt out loser like yourself? unlike you, i don’t plan on riding on the coattails of my college experience for the rest of my life. some of us have goals and ambitions.”

i scoff, rolling my eyes, trying my best to regain some control over my senses. “right, okay, whatever, natasha. you keep telling yourself that being a cheerleader and majoring in floral arrangements will get you far in life. your future looks like getting on your knees every time you need allowance money from your ugly, cheating husband.”

everyone in the van gasps loudly. you hear sarah, sam’s sister, saying “oh shit.” you do feel a bit embarrassed everyone had to hear and see you like this. no matter how many times you and natasha fight, part of you feels guilty for doing it in front of everyone. natasha simply never knows when to chill. the silence that follows is bone chilling. no one dares utter a word in fear of retaliation from natasha.

natasha, herself, is taken back by the words. she’s dangerously quiet which everyone, yourself included, knows isn’t a good sign. all natasha can do for now is stare at you while threats and insults brew in her mind. you think about apologizing, but then that would make you look weak. confirming everything natasha has ever said about you. you know it is in your best interest and everyone’s safety for you to shut up. stop while you’re ahead. but then again when has the other girl ever backed down? you decide probably to do the dumbest thing possible in the situation.

“hey, sam, mind rolling down those windows?”

sam obliges, letting the crisp air into the van. you pull out the container that holds a half smoked joint and another full one. you rummage around your pockets for the lighter, securing it after a few seconds. the filter rests snuggly between your lips. you nudge natasha’s foot with yours, making sure the girl is watching. then with a quick flick of your lighter, the joint is sparked.

you take a deep inhale then meticulously blow the smoke directly into natasha’s direction. you track the uptick of her plump lips. her jawline becoming more prominent as she grinds her teeth. you can even see natasha digging her perfectly manicured nails into her skin.

“you know…weed is proven to help sexual libido. so maybe it’ll help loosen—“

the van comes to an abrupt stop before you can finish. you’re all jostled around by the unexpected motion. from the view out the windshield, you’re most likely already at the party. sam slams his door shut and opens the back doors. everyone climbs out in somewhat uniformed fashion, you and natasha the first to exit. everyone stretches their limbs, giddy about leaving the confined space and ready for a party.

natasha starts walking away, but sam stops her by the shoulder. she glares at him yet he doesn’t falter. bucky taps on yours and you peel your eyes away from natasha and sam.

“you gotta get back in the van.” bucky whispers with his usual soft yet annoyed tone.

“huh? why? are we leaving or something?’

bucky sighs and shakes his head. “no, nothing like that, just…you gotta go back in. or me and rogers will make you. c’mon.” he steps aside, extending his arm towards the van.

you raise your eyebrows inquisitively, but decide not to protest, simply getting back into the van. the boys are having a lot harder time with natasha. funny considering she’s eight inches shorter and one hundred pounds lighter than all three of them. watching the scene unfold is a bit comical. sam, calmly, asking natasha to listen and not walk off. bucky standing behind her with crossed arms and steve on one side, looking very much worried and frightened. you can see natasha attempt to walk away, but sam grabs her arm. that causes natasha to snap.

she swiftly turns around and knees sam in the balls. sam keels over, cupping his wounded groin. steve’s face turns blank then looks to bucky for help. bucky already moved towards natasha, looping an arm around her waist, lifting the girl over his shoulder. like a petulant child throwing a tantrum, natasha thrashes and screams and pounds her fists into bucky’s back. her blows are landing hard, it seems like, considering bucky winces every time natasha’s fists forcefully meet his back. steve hurriedly grabs the van door for bucky. natasha is gently sat down and they both wait until she gets the hint. she rolls her eyes dramatically, scooting back, almost hitting my legs.

“good. so. we’ve all had enough with the constant fighting.” bucky starts off, rubbing his shoulder.

sam finally reappears with a pissed off expression on his face. “it’s becoming too much. you both ruin the fun every time we all hang out. it’s embarrassing bringing my sister around.”

“we don’t expect you both to become best friends or anything.” steve speaks up.

sam slams one door shut. “but the fighting needs to stop. you two need to figure out how to get along. or at least ignore each other.”

“there’s a child lock on the van door. you can’t escape. the windows are rolled down, so don’t worry about dying or anything. we’ll check back in like 45 minutes. if you need something text wanda. she’s the designated driver for tonight, so she’ll have enough sense.” bucky closes the other door, watching your shocked expressions before leaving you both here with one another.

you’re blinking back your shock, trying to gain some understanding. yeah, you and natasha fought a lot, but was locking you guys in the van really the solution? if anything, only one of you will come out alive.

“close your mouth. even with the window open, i don’t need you stinking up the air.” natasha’s back is leaning against the frame of the van with her legs extended and crossed by the ankle.

“fuck off.”

“brilliant idea! but i can’t, dummy. don’t know if you were listening, you dimwit. we’re trapped here for 45 minutes.”

you move towards the mesh barrier separating the driver’s side and the back of the van. you kneel with your side pressed against the divider, then spark your joint again. but this time, you blow the smoke through the mesh, not in the mood to further aggravate the girl.

natasha intently watches your movements. it surprises her that you have an ounce of consideration. she never ponders too hard on pushing your buttons. it comes like second nature at this point. part of the fun is the audience and humiliating you constantly in front of the friend group. natasha finds that entertaining, not embarrassing, considering that’s an emotion she rarely feels. natasha holds her tongue for now though.

you make note of the quietness. never knowing natasha to shut her mouth. unlike natasha you prefer the silence. you rather never talk to natasha again than fight incessantly. once the joint is finished you check the time—only six minutes have passed. sighing, you adjust back into a sitting position.

you take the time to check natasha out. her tight denim skirt hugs her thighs perfectly, but barely conceals the black underwear underneath. natasha’s baby tee accentuates her breasts and gives them an unneeded, but very welcomed lift. her curtain bangs tickle her eyelashes as her ginger hair rests below her collarbone. you always loved how natasha cut her hair, thinking the layered look frames her face perfectly.

this is all compared to your baggy green cargo pants with the band of your boxers, peeking through, and a basic white tank top that compresses your breasts comfortably. funnily enough, you both are without bras and the chillness of the air causes both your nipples to stay hardened. it seems illogical, but you feel natasha’s eyes on them. as if she’s mentally willing your tank top to remove itself. you shift your eyes to natasha’s face, almost gasping at the look in her eyes. there’s a hunger in them. those emerald orbs staring at you like prey soon to be hunted.

one of natasha’s wickedly delicious smirks appears on her lips. she presses her hands on either side of her body against the floor of the van.

“c’mere.” natasha gestures her head to the empty spot next to her.

you quirk an eyebrow, staring dumbfounded at the other girl. “are you gonna like bite me or something?”

natasha cackles, “you’ll have to beg nicely. now do what i say. i don’t like repeating myself, y/l/n.”

instead of protesting like usual, you sigh and nod, crawling over to natasha’s side. the girl turns her body slightly to look at you. the grin that spreads on natasha’s face sends chills down your spine.

“you know…sometimes i think you like fighting with me. it makes you feel alive. none of those silly, little girls you play with can compete. if you really wanted us to stop fighting, i don’t think you’d let me get under your skin so easily.”

“are you jealous or something? do you want to be one of those girls? is that that this is all about?”

natasha barks out a heinous laughter, throwing her head back. of course, your scope of the situation is small minded, limited to only your perspective. natasha calms down and shakes her head.

“absolutely not. i have a lot more self respect than those airheaded bimbos.”

you roll your eyes, huffing at natasha’s comment and shifting away from the other girl. you’re not sure why you’re letting natasha continue her berating and treatment. but where else could you go? all you do is listen and either fight back or stay quiet. natasha glares at you, once she notices your movements. she grabs the collar of your tank top, forcing you back while bringing you even closer than before.

“did i say you could move away? that’s your problem. empty headed and stubborn. never following directions.” natasha’s hold on your collar loosens, but she keeps you close.

“now…let’s try this again. i’ll give you instructions. you’ll listen. no back talk. i’m not afraid to hurt you. i’ll gladly make you feel some pain.”

natasha’s smile is sickly sweet. it’s tempting, yet stupid, to place an inch of trust in the girl. but maybe it’s not trust. but fear and…want. the curiosity gets the best of you. the weed and traces of tequila corrupt your senses. you should know better. despite the logic screaming in the back of your head, you nod along to natasha’s words.

“see? isn’t that easier?”

natasha’s eyes rakes down your body, tilting her head as if she’s just noticing you. noticing your developed figure with more muscles than the average 21 year old girl. perhaps she understands the allure. the stupid, lustful urge to fake stupidity at a chance of sleeping with you. but natasha regards herself to a much higher status than the girls on her team. it’s the reason she is team captain after all. every hive needs a queen bee.

“take off your shirt.” natasha commands.

she already dropped her hand from the collar. natasha patiently waits for you to follow the instructions. natasha arches an eyebrow when you haven’t made any movements. somehow that incentives you, pulling the tank top over your head and tossing it aside. the sudden rush of the chilly air hardens your nipples even more. your arms instinctively cover your chest needing the warmth and protection. both from the air and natasha’s predatory eyes.

natasha reaches over, peels your arms by digging her nails into your skin. “you don’t get to touch until i’m done with you.”

your breathing falters, heart skipping a beat at the sensation that washes over you. natasha’s faux sweet smile returns on her face. the other girl wastes no time. her hand finding solace on one breast, pinching and twisting your nipple. natasha’s smile spreads once you wince. the undeniable pleasure makes it hard to pretend you’re not into it. you cannot control arching your back into natasha’s unrelenting touch.

natasha’s fingers continue playing with your nipple. she finds the exact roughness that makes you pant. you need more though. even as natasha tugs and pulls, rolling your nipple between her fingers, it only makes you crave more. you unexpectedly let out a low moan. natasha chuckles, pausing her fingers.

“you want more, puppy? it’s not enough? huh? speak.”

your eyes feel heavy as you lift them up to stare into natasha’s. you try your best to form coherent thoughts. but all you can do is nod and say, “yes.”

“yes, what? you’ll have to do better than that. c’mon. you can be a good dog. tell me what you want.”

“more. i need more.”

the response isn’t enough for natasha. she slaps her hand across your breast. immediately afterwards the hand is pressed and wrapped around your throat. you’re still reeling and recovering from the slap. natasha whispers in a firm and clear voice.

“i know there’s more thoughts in that head. you’re not completely a dumb slut. you know what i want. c’mon.”

natasha squeezes the sides of your throat. the additional pressure does nothing for forming those sentences she wants out of you. your thoughts are leaking out of you as the time passes. the more natasha demands of you and touches you—the more your wetness pools more into your boxers. but natasha is right. you do know what she wants. the demanding tone of her voice paired with her roughness makes it clear. you wish you could spit out a, fuck you. yet where would that get you?

you groan once natasha tugs you by the neck, your lips brushing against each other. “f-fine. fine. god. please…natasha…i need more. i need you to fuck me…please.”

“ah! good puppy! you did it! see? you just need to be trained.”

natasha crashes her lips into yours as soon as the last words leave hers. you both moan at the immediate contact. all the years of fighting and hatred built up for this one moment. everything momentarily made sense. it clicked. natasha doesn’t ask for permission as her tongue creeps into your mouth. her grip is still firm on your neck. you graciously allow the girl access without hesitation. with quickness natasha sucks on your tongue making the most obscene noises to grace your ears.

you’re not sure when it happened, but natasha’s free hand already loosened the button on your pants and the zipper. it’s only when you feel the girl’s hand cupping your soaked pussy through your boxers that you noticed. your hips instinctively buck into the girl’s hand. natasha bites your lip in retaliation. once her teeth are removed, you taste a familiar metallic taste on your teeth.

“what the fuck natasha?” you touch your lips, pulling away slightly, to inspect the blood.

natasha only smiles, revealing a little bit of blood on her lips too. natasha rises on her knees, not saying a word, as she rolls her black thong down her legs. she sits back down next to you, in order to remove it completely. your eyes sparkle hopefully. the idea of fucking natasha or even tasting the cheerleader drives you crazy beyond repair. but natasha has other ideas.

once her thong is secured in hand, natasha commands, “open up, mutt.”

you obey, naturally, as natasha crumples the thong into a ball and shoves it into your mouth. as your eyes widen both in disbelief and at the faint taste of natasha, the girl pats your head.

“dogs have to be muzzled until they learn to obey and listen.”

you cannot even process the magnitude of her words before natasha’s hand slides down your boxers. her fingers dance across your tiny bush. you widen your legs in response. you’re practically panting, like the mutt natasha claims you are. her fingertips are already met with your slick. you don’t even know how it was possible to already be this wet. you must’ve been turned on a lot earlier and faster than you realized. you hold your breath when natasha briefly circles your clit, but it doesn’t last long.

without much warning, natasha sinks two fingers deep inside of you. you almost choke on the spit gathering in your throat. natasha surprises you by leaning into your neck, kissing and biting your neck. your eyes practically roll into the back of your head. your moans are muffled but natasha can still hear them. she curls her fingers then starts pumping them languidly. it’s definitely her way of teasing you, making you desperate for more. and you are. natasha savors the feeling of your pussy snug around her fingers. how warm and wet you feel every time her fingers move inside you. with each stroke, natasha can feel more of your wetness pooling around them.

but it’s still not enough. you know it and natasha knows it. natasha peels herself off your neck, removing the makeshift gag. an immediate whine leaves your lips. natasha rolls her eyes at your desperation.

“beg, mutt.”

natasha’s fingers have stalled until she gets what she wants. the girl stares expectantly. waiting with a subtle smile on her face because natasha knows.

“please, nat, faster…harder…it’s not enough, please. please, i’ll be good.”

“you will? then say you’re a pathetic mutt. then i’ll consider it.”

tears form in your eyes, as natasha starts moving her fingers in and out of you again. only giving you small doses of what you want.

“c’mon, say it.”

“i’m…fuck…okay. i’m a pathetic mutt. please.”

natasha’s giddiness translates into a giggle. she cannot believe she’s able to push you this far. it was almost too easy. natasha pretends to think it over. you’re about to protest but the thong is back in your mouth. then her fingers slam into you repeatedly, over and over, unrelenting and with no hesitation. through your muffled moans and cries, you can hear the squelching sounds of your cunt being fucked. natasha captures her bottom lip between her teeth. you’re completely blissed out. your head tipped back, bare chest rising and falling dramatically and eyes barely open. natasha can feel you tighten around her fingers. you whine pathetically not wanting to come so quickly. but natasha doesn’t care. somehow her fingers move even harder, pushing you even further to the edge. then her thumb sloppily massages circles over your clit. that’s all it takes for you to see white. the gag pushes out slightly. you bite down on it once your orgasm reaches its head.

you can hear natasha laughing, but it all sounds underwater to you. her fingers never once stop their force and speed. it’s all becoming too overwhelming as you attempt to squirm and wiggle out from her grasp. natasha’s free hand finds the back of your head. her fingers tangle in your hair, forcefully jerking your head back.

“only i get to tell you when you’re done, mutt.” natasha seethes near your ear. a text chimes on both your phones. time must be up soon. natasha groans, pulling her fingers out of your cunt.

the sudden empty feeling makes you almost weep. you stare at natasha with widened eyes. you can’t tell if you’re embarrassed or still horribly turned on. natasha removes her underwear before wiping her wet fingers on your chest. you watch as natasha shoves her thong into her tiny purse.

“don’t just fucking look at me. get dressed.”

once you’re dressed and somewhat decent again, you open your camera, noticing your busted lip. there’s bite marks on your neck and a few small hickeys.

“what the fuck natasha…c’mon. how am i supposed to explain this to everyone?”

you angle your neck towards the girl. natasha barely acknowledges them and shrugs. her expression is indifferent. natasha doesn’t even bother replying because the van door opens. the boys all stare nervously, like they’re half expecting to find a dead body. natasha pushes you off to the side, scooting out of the van, as if nothing happened.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #black widow #dream girl evil!au #natasha romonova #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you

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oisins-stuff · 1 year

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where is my mind?

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lo'ak x make metkayina reader

warnings; none. fluff tats ans fish.

way out in the water, see it swimmin'

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lo'ak was aching and tired from traveling for so long. his spine felt like it needed taken out and snapped like a whip to make it feel normal again, and his hip felt like they needed taken out and sculpted back into their normal shape. his father was talking with the chief of wherever they were, and he honestly just wanted to go to bed. his intense pain was eased when he saw something swimming around out in the ocean. a boy on an ilu was simply doing tricks to entertain himself, but it was the most interesting thing lo'ak had seen in days. the boy would jump into the air with his ilu, dive into the water, and try to resurface with his ilu sliding under him. he looked like he was practicing. the boy said something to the creature, which lo'ak couldn't exactly hear, before climbing out of the water and tossing it some food. when the boy got closer lo'ak could see the three stars tattooed on his right hip, it seemed like everyone here had tattoos if they were older then tuk. he needed to stop staring at that boy before someone got the wrong idea..

i was swimmin' in the carribean, animals were hiding behind the rocks

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when his father and the chief were done with their boring conversation, lo'ak set up his area in their new- temporary- home as quickly as he could. as soon as he was done he dove off the netted walkways into the ocean, scaring every unsuspecting animal near, including the captivating young man. "oh- hi! i'm y/n," the boy paused waiting for lo'aks reply, but lo'ak was too amazed by his voice to process anything. "ah- i'm.. uh.. i'm lo'ak, nice to meet you!" he smiled a little too wide, flashing his fangs and making his tail sway back and forth fast enough to cause a commotion in the water behind him. y/n giggled at his awkwardness before going back to training.

except the little fish, bumped into me

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lo'ak had gone back to minding his own business, looking at all the creatures underwater. he felt something nudge his inner thigh and looked down to see a familiar ilu. this confused him more then it should've, was it an accident or did y/n send it? he watched as the ilu swam back to y/n and said boy winked, diving deeper into the water and swimming away before lo'ak good understand what was happening. when he did, he had to go back up for air so he didn't start choking.

i swear he was trying to talk to me, koi koi

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when lo'ak saw y/n above water again, he decided to ask him about it. he approached the boy who was laying in the sand with his eyes closed, trying to keep his mind off of how beautifully his hair fell to the sides of his face and how his nose twitched every once in a while. "hey.. y/n?" he sat beside him as the boy opened his eyes. "oh! hey lo'ak!" he sat up, too. "did you- why- fuck. your ilu came over and... got all up on me earlier i guess. just in case that's a training thing i wanted to let you know." he was avoiding eye contact because he could already tell his cheeks were turning a darker shade of blue. "i know. it was on purpose," y/n giggled, trying to catch lo'aks eye, "how else was i supposed to get your attention? you were so interested in those fish- you looked really cute, by the way." lo'aks heart was beating a million times faster and his mind was back on the boys face. he looked at him again, making eye contact with those icy eyes. "you're... you're cute too!" he practically yelled trying to push the words out.

where is my mind?

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"y/n!" someone was calling him. "oh- i better run. see you later, forest boy." he grabbed lo'aks chin because he was still turning his face away and kissed the corner of his mouth before winking again and running off. lo'ak was shocked, again. in the singular day he'd been there this boy has made his brain stop and his heart flutter at least 5 times. he wanted more. he wanted to stay. y/n was one of the only good things about not being home, and he didn't care that he wasn't where he belonged anymore because y/n felt like home.

#gay fluff #loak #lo'ak x male reader #lo'ak x you #lo'ak fluff #dudes being bros #boys loving boys #mlm positivity #male y/n #avatar x male reader #male reader #lo'ak sully #avatar the way of water

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writingjourney · 1 year

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honey and venom | papa iv x fem!reader

Or: The four times you fell for your best friend without noticing and the one time you did.

Summary: You’ve been Copia’s best friend for years, unaware of just how deep your feelings go. It's only when he shows you his new stage outfit, that you realise friendship is not all that you feel for him. A difficult conversation leads to confessions… and exploring how easily (or not) the outfit can be removed.

Content: ~9.5k words (i know, i'm sorry), lots of fluff and pining, kinda slow-burn, best friends to lovers, part v contains smut (18+ only, MDNI, mostly sweet, some marking, oral sex f receiving, vaginal sex, nothing too specific) tldr: two oblivious idiots in love

Ao3 link – Masterlist

The first time you fall for your best friend without noticing it… well, you have technically already fallen – and he isn’t your best friend yet. You’re lying on the floor, covered in dust and the fifteen library books you had been carrying in a terrifyingly high stack. Not innocent but feeling very much betrayed, you glance at the perpetrator and find…

A tricycle?

„Oh, no, no, no,“ is all you hear before you see a whoosh of red fabric crouching down beside you. „I just parked it for one second! Are you alright, sorella?“

In hindsight, you’re laughing about it and so does Copia. All of it happened three years ago, when he used to be an awkward Cardinal who was riding his tricycle around the abbey, bumping into all kinds of corners – and you. The resounding noise of the falling books echoed through the halls of the abbey like it continues to echo in your mind whenever you think about that day. Just like you still see his mismatched eyes staring into yours in absolute horror when he leaned over you in the following quiet. You only fell for him an hour later when you saw those eyes shining, lashes meeting in the corners as he gave you his first genuine smile. Not that you’re aware of it just yet.

„What are you thinking about?“

You look up. „Hm?“

Your Papa, in full make-up and his robed, mitred glory, does not look like the shy Cardinal you met at all. No, he stands before you like he commands every room. And he will command the congregation in ten minutes when Mass begins, once you helped him put on his robes. Not that he needs you to do it, but it has become some sort of ritual.

„Your mind seems to be somewhere far away,“ he explains.

You hand him his gloves. „I just thought about how we met. And how far you’ve come.“

He smiles. „One of the best days of my life, no doubt. I would not be here if you had not stumbled over my little vehicle, amore.“

You shake your head. „You would be, Papa. I have no doubts about that. All I do is listen to your thoughts and hype you up. I am practically a cheerleader.“

With practised movements he yanks the gloves onto his hands, sprawling his fingers like a surgeon as he pulls them down. You watch him round the table, now in his full outfit, an unusually stern expression on his face.

He stops before you, one of the gloved fingers tilting your chin up. „I won’t hear any of this, amore. You do so much more. You are so much more.“

“Copia–“

„You understand your Papa?“

You nod. „Yes.“

The solemn expression turns into a laugh and he clasps his hands together. „Then let’s fucking go. I have some ministering to do and I better see you in first row with some pompoms, doing a sexy little dance, eh?“

You roll your eyes at him but follow his cackling out of the door anyway. He may be the most powerful man in the church now, but deep down he’s still your silly best friend.

II.

The next time you fall for your best friend without noticing it starts with a touch. A kiss, to be precise.

The smell of food in your nostrils is unbearable, stomach growling as you wait for what feels like an eternity in front of the heavy wooden door. You’re about to fish your phone out of your hoodie’s pocket when he opens. „Amore?“

Copia calls you amore whenever you’re alone, rarely ever using sister or sorella anymore unless someone is with you. You are not… a couple. But he insists it’s the only name that feels right for you. Not your name, not a random nickname. Always amore.

„Papa,“ you say. „I brought food. How does dinner together sound to you?“

He smiles gratefully. „How did you know I was not in the mood for company?“

„I am company.“

„Yes, but… good company.“ He steps aside to let you in. „The best.“

Copia’s quarters, now that he’s Papa, are much nicer than before. You had to convince him to get some new things because you were tired of eating on the floor whenever you came over for lack of proper seating. The first thing he acquired was a comfortable couch that you helped him choose and that you settle on now, unpacking the Chinese food you brought on a similarly new coffee table.

„How was your day?“ you ask when he sits down next to you. „Stressful?“

One glance at him is answer enough. Even though the Papal paint hides the shadows under his eyes you can see how tired he is. He’s stripped off most of his robes apart from a black frilly shirt and his regular black pants. His hair stands up at odd angles and there are ink stains on his ungloved hands. When you glance over, you notice a huge stack of papers on his desk.

„Actually, I should still be working,“ he says, grabbing one of the paper boxes with food.

„No, actually, you should eat something,“ you correct him. „And let me take care of you for a bit before you collapse. You’re no help for the clergy if you work yourself to death.“

Copia sighs, a timid smile working its way on his face. „What would I do without you, amore?“

In a lapse of self-control you lift your hand and comb one of the stray pieces of his hair down. The touch makes him freeze which in turn makes you freeze and you only realise your hand is still on his face when he leans into your palm, his soft cheek warm against your skin. He looks so weary, so utterly exhausted.

Your throat is suddenly dry and you swallow. „I don’t like seeing you so overworked, Papa. It worries me.“

„I’m fine, amore, I promise,“ he says. „It was a long week.“

„What can I do to help?“

He huffs out a laugh. „You are already doing more than you should.“

His hand finds yours where it rests on his cheek and he brings it to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to your palm. Your heart clenches, overwhelmed by the tender gesture, by the warmth of his bigger hand covering yours. His soft lips leave a wet imprint on your skin and when he lets go of you in favour of eating, you remain dazed, puzzled. You struggle to grab your own food box, scared of losing the ghost of his kiss on your palm.

Copia, seemingly unaware, munches on his spring rolls. „What do you say? We watch a movie and relax together? I think that would make me feel better and it would ease your worries.“

You nod with a smile, trying to shake the tingling sensation in your fingertips. In that moment, you feel another tickle but this time on your leg. Looking down, you see one of Copia’s furry friends trying to get your attention. „Oh, what are you doing here, Fagiolo?“

„Ah yes, I forgot I had him out of his cage,“ Copia says. „He was keeping me company. Well, chewing on my papers more like.“

You pick up the rat, letting it settle into your lap. „You want our leftovers, huh? Have to wait a bit longer, my love.“

Fagiolo doesn’t mind. He’s Copia’s most patient rat, the most well-behaved, too, and he loves sleeping in pockets so much that you’re sure he’s gonna bridge the time with a nice little nap. Just like expected, he climbs into the pocket of your hoodie and gets comfortable.

„Look how cute he is, Copia! Look at his lil face peeking out!“

„He is,“ Copia agrees, but he’s not looking at the rat. Instead he’s smiling at you with so much warmth in his eyes that you’re melting. „He is, amore. Just like you.“

III.

You sit in the refectory for a late lunch, eating a sandwich and scribbling down notes for an upcoming lecture you’re doing for the new initiates You hoped most of the clergy was finished with lunch by now, but it’s still noisy and distracting. There is a group of Siblings at the table next to yours, in particular, who are chatting and laughing and gossiping with no shame. One of the Sisters in particular seems to be the object of interest. As soon as she sits down with them, everyone’s eyes focus on her.

„So who were you with last night? You never came back to your room,“ one of them says.

The Sister giggles. „I can’t tell you. No. I just can’t.“

„Come on. That Brother who’s been flirting with you for the past month?“

„No, you’ll never guess. Don’t even try!“

It’s clear she wants them to try anyway. The others indulge her, loudly complaining, urging her to disclose her secret until she relents. The table goes quiet, preparing to catch her speaking under her breath. „I was with… with Papa.“

The supposed whisper is so loud that half of the room can hear it and they all glance at you, knowing you and Copia are friends. So you pretend you haven’t heard it. Pretend you’re focused on the notepad right next to your plate, scribbling random letters down to appear busy.

„How was it?“ someone asks.

„It was great,“ she says. „I got to try out that thing I’ve always wanted to try out. I think he was really impressed. I won’t be surprised if it happens again!“

Your pen gives off a pained cracking sound and you realise you’ve used so much force that it nearly snapped. When you glance down at the notepad, there are only four bold letters where you were tracing the lines over and over until the paper is stretched so thin it threatens to rip.

FUCK.

Your day is ruined and you’re not even sure why. You’ve wanted him to find relief for some of his stress for a while now and what better way than a night of passion? The sister was beautiful, she seemed to be a real sweetheart. Maybe he has genuine interest in her, maybe this could mean he’s on his way to finding happiness. You’re happy for him. So happy.

But why do you feel like someone kicked you in the guts, multiple times, with combat boots?

You’re lucky you’re on library duty this evening because you’re not sure you could be a polite member of the clergy right now. Something is wrong with you and it unsettles you. What is it about the situation that bothers you so much?

You nearly jump out of your skin when you suddenly hear steps coming up to the desk you’re nearly falling asleep at. It’s Papa, wearing a dark cassock, Grucifix jangling in front of him as he approaches. But he’s not in the exuberant mood you expect him to be in. Instead of a warm glow he exudes a depressed energy. He seems tired, unsmiling, almost hungover, really. Pale and jittery, he looks like he needs to throw up.

„Co– eh, Papa,“ you greet him.

You still struggle not calling him Copia. He doesn’t mind you not addressing him by his title but you don’t want any privileges. Being friends with him already makes it harder to connect to the other Siblings. They would be even less accepting if you lost all propriety.

„Hello, amore,“ he says, a tired edge to his voice. „I have some books to return to you.“

You give him a kind smile. „You know you don’t have to do that yourself, right?“

„I wanted to. I knew you’d be here and I felt like seeing you.“

„What’s wrong?“

He raises his brows. „What do you mean?“

„You look like you’re getting sick,“ you say. „Are you unwell?“

Copia shakes his head, waving you off like he often does when you show concern. „No, no. I am fine. Not in the best of moods today, maybe.“

„I would expect you to be elated today,“ you say. „Floating, really.“

„Why?“ He hands you the two books he’s been carrying under his arm, still staring at them as you reach out to scan them. „Did I miss something?“

„Well, how was it?“

„How was what, amore?“

„Your… company last night. I heard some Siblings talking earlier.“

He looks up, clearly surprised and overwhelmed by the question. „It was… ugh… okay. It was fine.“

Your eyes meet. „Fine?“

A shrug. „You know.“

„I know?“

He’s flustered, uncomfortable, but you cannot go back now. So you tilt your head to the side in question.

„Sometimes you need to… to scratch an itch,“ he explains. „And it feels good in the moment, but when you’re done… you realise it was not the right way to go about it and then the sting hurts more than before. It actually becomes really fucking painful.“

Brow furrowed, you take in his tense stance, the way his ears are red, how he avoids your gaze. He doesn’t want to hurt you, you suppose. He knows you’re not… getting a lot of intimacy. Of course he wouldn’t brag about having an amazing night, he is quiet about these things, discreet.

„So, she wasn’t…“ You try to find the right words. „Not… what you thought?“

„Oh, she was great. No, she was really… beautiful. And all of that.“

That answer is enough to make you regret ever asking. What did you think he would say? You don’t want to hear any of the juicy details. In fact, you would rather rip your ears off than hear any more about it. So you backtrack, using the opportunity to finish with his books. „Sorry, I mean… it’s none of my business really.“

Copia waves off. „No, you’re my best friend, of course you are interested. You would tell me, too, right?“

„Yes, of course. I would… I would totally tell you if there was someone.“

Copia looks at you expectantly when you don’t continue. „So?“

„So?“

„So, is there someone?“

„No. No one.“

You stare at each other for a moment, then. It’s hard to hide how this is affecting you. The thought of him with literally anyone seems wrong and you have to admit that you can’t imagine being with anyone right now either. This friendship with him is all you really care about. Maybe that’s enough for you. It doesn’t seem to be for him. If he starts seeing someone for real, what will become of it? Will he forget about you?

„Mi dispiace,“ he says. „I know I am overly worried again and you don’t like that, but, amore… you seem…“

„I’m completely normal,“ you interrupt before he can pinpoint what’s wrong with you. „I don’t know what you mean.“

„So there is nothing weighing on your heart?“

You shake your head, forcing out a smile. „No, I’m okay. I’m great, actually.“

„Good, then give me a hug,“ he says, opening his arms widely in a theatrical gesture. It’s one of his strategies, a last resort, asking for hugs whenever he feels like something is off with you because it’s the only way you’ll soften up to him. The only way you don’t shut down.

This is something that started way back when he was still Cardinal. You’d been relatively new as well and struggled with loneliness. Opening up to anyone, making friends, it’s always been hard. After your fateful encounter, meeting the bumper of his tricycle by accident, he almost begged you to make it up to you by carrying the books he made you drop. That day you felt awfully lonely and so you let him trail after you, glad to have some sort of company. You talked to him all afternoon, realising how much you had missed easy conversation, and at some point you just randomly started crying because it felt so nice to have someone listen in earnest. He’d tried to coax the reason out of you, but you just assured him you were okay. Of course he didn’t buy it, but he also didn’t pressure you for details. Instead he asked if a simple hug would help.

He’s been hugging you when you’re trying to shut him out ever since.

And it makes your walls crumble every single time.

You step out from behind the desk and let him embrace you. Initially, you struggle not to imagine him holding the other Sister in his arms like that. But then his hand moves into your hair and he starts scratching your scalp just how he knows you enjoy and, in an instant, all of that is forgotten. You exhale slowly, then breathe him in. He smells heavily of incense and smoke. You get lightheaded from the heady scent, melting into him. Or maybe it’s just his proximity, the way he’s surrounding you so completely.

„Come over tonight?“ he whispers. „We can watch that movie you wanted to see before you fell asleep on me last time.“

Your stomach drops like you’re on a rollercoaster, heat rushing to your cheeks. You whimper into his neck, the sound muffed by his collar.

„Is that a yes?“

„Yes.“

IV.

The last time you fall for your best friend without noticing it he stands you up for dinner.

It is not like you have a fixed appointment or that you always have dinner together. But most evenings you simply end up at the same table in the refectory, eating together like an old married couple, talking about your respective days. The domesticity of it is your favorite thing. It just feels so natural. And now, sitting by yourself because no one really dares to be your friend, you just feel pathetic.

So after dinner, you end up looking for Copia anyway, convinced that he’s still working somewhere and just forgot to check the clock every once in a while. You forgo getting him food, deciding to just fetch him something later in case he hasn’t eaten yet. The man really needs to take better care of himself, but he’s so bad at accepting it.

You find him on a blood-red chaise longue near one of many fireplaces that keep the library warm and the books dry. At this hour, he has swapped the papal robes for his lighter black cassock that reminds you of his Cardinal days. He reclines comfortably with an old book on his lap and a notepad beside him. Of course he’s still working.

„Amore,“ he says, looking up when you approach.

„Oh, I didn’t think you’d be busy,“ you say. „I can come by later.“

„No. Please join me,“ he says. „I am preparing a sermon for Sunday Mass.“

„Only if I won’t bother you.“

„You could not even if you tried. I relish in your company too much to ever tire of you.“

You’re elated by his words, a warm, comfortable feeling settling in your chest, tickling the insides of your ribcage. There is enough space for you next to him, so you pull your legs up and turn sideways to face him.

„I can use your opinion.“ He turns to you, a sheepish smile on his lips. „You are always so good with words. See, the topic of the sermon is… love. It is about how the most blissful feelings always carry the potential for pain with them. How do you like this quote?“ He takes his notepad, reading from his own messy handwriting. „Amore et melle et felle es fecundissimus.“

„Love is rich with honey…“

„…and venom.“

You smile, letting the words linger in your ears. „Love is both sweet and bitter.“

Copia stares at you with a penetrating gaze, nodding slowly. „Yes, it is.“

„I like it, very fitting,“ you say, taking the book from his lap as it threatens to fall. The language of love. A near ancient copy, the pages covered in dust and yellowed by decades of sunlight.

„It is very true, don’t you think?“ Copia asks, averting his gaze almost urgently like he can’t bear to look at you.

„It is,“ you agree, frowning. „How did you come up with the topic for the sermon?“

He scribbles in his notebook. „Ah, you know. Uhm… I think someone suggested it. Because it is Valentine’s Day soon.“

„That’s only in three weeks.“

„Yes, but… what better topic than love, eh?“ He chuckles and you wonder if you’re imagining the nervous tint to it. „Anyway, what brings you to me?“

„Oh, I just thought we hadn’t seen much of each other today,“ you explain. „And I missed you during dinner.“

„I missed you, too. I am sorry, I was dining out.“

„Oh.“ You ignore the pang in your chest. „So, that’s… that’s how you thought of the topic.“

He squints. „What?“

„Well, if you were on a date…“

„Oh, not a date!“ He chuckles. „No, no. It was with Sister Imperator.“

„Oh.“ Your cheeks heat up and you avert your gaze. „I just thought… a few weeks ago, you and that Sister…“

„Ah, amore, it was a one time thing. There is no romantic interest.“

„Great! I mean, good to… good to know.“ You hastily start flipping through the pages of the book to hide your embarrassment. „So do you need more quotes?“

„Yes, it is good to have a selection. You are okay, yes?“

„I’m alright,“ you say, acting very busy with the book. „I’ll help you.“

You start reading the old latin words in earnest now, scanning them for some more fitting aphorisms. Most of them are overused, some are far too cheesy. It is surprising how humanity has always felt similar about love, about heartache, about desire.

„What about this one?“ you say. „Adeo ne hominem immutare ex amor, ut non cognoscas eundem esse.“

Copia’s eyes are wide when you look at him, the meaning of the words leaving his tongue in a whisper. „Is it possible that a man can be so changed by love, that you could not recognize him to be the same?“

Humming contently, you meander through a crowd of bubbly initiates towards the wing that houses the higher-ranking clergy members, a stack of papers pressed tightly to your chest. The abbey is so much more crowded now than it used to be, but here, everything is eerily quiet. Despite your status as Sister you’ve been here so many times, you could find your way blindfolded.

Opening the heavy wooden door to Copia’s chambers, you’re met with the sight of a ghoul carrying a bunch of clothes bags. As he steps away, the Papa sees you and his eyes light up. „Oh, amore, you’re right on time!“

„What are you doing?“ you ask, placing the papers you need signed on his coffee table.

„Outfit check!“ he exclaims happily. „Trying on my new stage outfit or… at least one of many.“

„Oh.“

The ghoul leaves, closing the door without the sound fully registering in your mind. You stand there, staring at your Papa like he’s the Unholy Master himself.

He’s wearing black, rat-eaten jeans that are so skinny they basically leave nothing to the imagination. The intricate rips and details on his thighs draw your eyes up his legs and you notice the jeans are not fastened with a simple zipper but with lacings. You’re vaguely aware that your eyes linger on his crotch longer than is appropriate but you can’t help it. Even so, there is just so much to take in. His boots are soft Italian leather, matching his gloves. With a black frilly shirt and an elaborately embellished leather jerkin on top, he doesn’t just look like your Papa but an infernal apparition, ready to conquer the world and spread Lucifer’s gospel.

„What do you say, eh? It is good?“ He looks at you with big puppy eyes that stand in stark contrast to the skull-like Papal paint, awaiting your judgement. Only that you haven’t found your voice back yet. „… Amore? Are you okay?“

You snap out of your trance and nod. „Yes. Yes, very good. You look…“ Breathtaking? Like sin itself? „Uhm, the outfit, it looks… looks great. Really. Unholy in the best kind of way. Like you’re a Dark Gothic Lord.“

He preens, eyeing himself in the mirror in front of him with a smirk. „Yes, I think so too.“

What are you supposed to do now? Are you losing your mind?

„I like the big shirt sleeves underneath. And the… the copper ornaments on the jerkin. Very regal. The perfect outfit for a Papa,“ you ramble on. „They will lose their minds over it when you’re on stage, you’re so very handsome.“

„Oh, you’re just flattering me! Saying what I want to hear!“ He waves you off as he laughs, a high, unrestrained chuckle. „Now, what do you really say? You, not the others.“

You have no idea if he’s seeing through your confusion, you don’t even know what’s happening yourself. Something feels off, your whole body is acting up.

„I think you look incredible,“ you say truthfully. „It’s the best outfit yet. I don’t think I’ve ever found you so… magnetic.“

His smirk widens. „Magnetic, eh?“

This shift in expression does something very unusual to you. It almost feels… flirty.

You swallow the lump in your throat and smack his shoulder. „Don’t let it go to your head, Papa.“

„Oh, I absolutely will. You never say things like that, it is special. I will have to write it in my diary tonight.“

Your cheeks suddenly feel suspiciously hot. „What’s my opinion worth anyway? I’m just a Sister.“

„You’re not just a Sister,“ he says, frowning. „You are my confidante, you know me like no one else, and you have good taste, too.“

„I don’t think it matters in the great scheme,“ you argue, looking away in embarrassment. „What matters is that you’re going to win so many people for our cause wearing this.“

Papa scoffs. „It matters to me. You’re my friend.“

You ease up, realising there is no need to be defensive about your admission. So what if he knows that you think he looks extremely attractive in his new attire? It’s not a secret. Everyone will tell him the same.

„Well, I think you made a superb choice,“ you eventually say. „I like it. No, I love it.“

His smiles becomes sweet, a little flustered. „Thank you, thank you. Now give me a hug so I know you mean it.“

His arms open widely in the same theatrical gesture as always. And it’s charming, really, it would be charming now if you didn’t suddenly have the hots for him. Nevertheless, you hug him back because any hesitation would make him sad.

When his arms close around you, you notice a nervous feeling in your belly. A feeling that is suspiciously close to the feeling you last had when you were freshly in love. And not just that but the insides of your thighs come to life as your core starts throbbing for attention, your skin tingling underneath the fabric of your clothes.

Fuck, do you have a crush on him?

No, that is impossible. He’s your best friend. He’s been your best friend for so long now.

Sure, from time to time you do think about him before you sleep and when he touches you, there are undeniable sparks. And yes, maybe you felt a tinge of jealousy after his hookup with the other Sister. And yeah, you do miss him when he’s touring and you can only see him on screens. You did cry when he became Papa, the pride and love you feel for him overwhelming you at the sight of him in his chasuble, mitre and the full make-up. But it has always been a friendly sort of love, hasn’t it?

Now, in his arms, you feel like it hasn’t been.

Your heart beats so fast you’re scared he can feel it knocking on his chest, asking for entrance. Thinking back, it has always beaten faster when you touched him, when he hugged you, when he called you amore in this sticky sweet tone that always lingers in your ears.

„You know, I think your hugs are always my favourites,“ he mumbles, his voice low in your ear. „I could do this for hours.“

You fight a nervous chuckle as he pulls you even closer. He can’t know, can he?

„Me too, you… you feel really good,“ you say instead, trying to ignore what the scent of his cologne does to your insides. Or how his hands moving over your back make you weak in the knees. It’s a lot of body contact, these hugs, the closest you ever really get. Only that all of a sudden it’s not enough anymore.

You realise you were oblivious to your own attraction. The familiarity of your friendship seems to have overshadowed the underlying feelings and now they are trying to break free. Suddenly you feel like you want to rip the damn outfit off. Only he’s not letting go, keeping you closer than ever, and you surely won’t be the first to break away.

„Co– eh, I mean Papa,“ you try. Your nerves are blank.

„You can call me Copia when we’re alone, I told you before,“ he says. „It slips out all the time anyway.“

„I know, but I want to keep minimum respectability.“

He scoffs, one hand moving further up and into your hair. „I know you don’t have any of that, it’s okay. You’re the only one who is completely honest with me.“

Are you? You’re beginning to think you haven’t even been honest with yourself. You remember the burning need you felt a few nights ago, how you were taking care of yourself under the shower and suddenly, without warning, it wasn’t your hand between your legs but his. In the heat of the moment, you didn’t correct your thoughts and imagined him standing behind you, your back pressed to his chest, his hands all over your body. You came in record time, his name clumsily tumbling from your lips that are yet unused to moaning it.

You swallow hard. „What if… what if I’m not?“

Copia lets you go and you regret ever saying anything. His eyes are narrowed and he looks positively terrifying with his make-up. „You hate the outfit?“ he asks. „It’s okay, just say it.“

„No!“ You lift your hands in a gesture of innocence. „No, that’s not what I mean.“

Copia sighs in relief. „Alright, what then? You know you can tell me whatever it is, yes?“

„Not this.“ You shake your head vehemently. „No, it would… make things bad. I’m sorry. Actually, I should probably go.“

You try to walk past him but he grabs your wrist and the touch alone sends sparks through your whole body. You whimper and when you turn back to him he looks genuinely concerned.

His hand moves into yours, so familiar and yet all new. „Amore, why do you not trust me? Have we not been the best of friends forever now?“

You stare at your joined hands, admiring how soft the leather of his gloves feels as his thumb moves over your skin. You concede, the effort of running pointless when you see him later for a meeting anyway. There is no escaping this now. The feelings are there, they won’t go away.

„You are my best friend,“ you say. „Which is exactly why I cannot tell you, Copia.“

„Okay, then I will guess,“ he says, letting go of your hand to raise three fingers. „I know you so well, I get it right in three tries.“

He does know you well, he is not as awkward around you as he is with others, pays closer attention to you. But he cannot possible think of that when not even you yourself knew it until five minutes ago.

Only three tries.

You find yourself nodding.

„Yes?“

„Yes. But if you don’t get it right then I won’t have to say it. Ever.“

He shrugs, feigning confidence. „Chiaro.“

„Then shoot.“

For a long moment he stares at you, eyes narrow, like he could read your mind if he only tried hard enough. It sure enough feels like he does, his white eye especially piercing. „You have a secret. I say it is… oh. No, you are not… you don’t have a secret illness, do you?“

„No,“ you say. „No, I would tell you if I had.“

„Phew.“ He licks his lips, then starts stroking his chin. „What can it be? You are not sick, you don’t hate my outfit… You… you plan a surprise for someone! You can’t tell me because you know I would give it away. I admit it hurts me, but you are right, I am bad at secrets.“

Again, you shake your head. „No, no surprises.“

That seems to confuse him but he’s still eager to guess. Meanwhile your palms are so sweaty you have to wipe them clean on your habit. The room feels stuffy all of a sudden, hot and suffocating.

„Hmmm. What could it be?“ Copia singsongs, completely unaware, tapping a finger against his temple as he paces. For a moment, you assume he can’t come up with anything else, that you’re finally off the hook, but then his whole face lights up and he swivels around. „You are in love!“

Any attempt to remain indifferent flies out the window. The shock sits so deep you cannot control your distorted expression.

„Oh, it is that!“ he says, reading your reaction perfectly, but he’s not as happy as he should be. Instead he huffs out a breath. „So, you… you are in love?“

„I… um… I guess…“

„You said you would tell me if there was someone!“

„I know… ugh, it’s… it’s kind of unexpected… I…“

„But who? Chi potrebbe essere?“ he interrupts before you can embarrass yourself. „There has not been anyone new here lately. It cannot be Terzo, you always complain about him. One of my ghouls? No, no, I have not seen you look at them in that way. Could it be a new Sibling?“

„Copia…“ You take his hand, stopping him. „Don’t make me say it.“

„Why not? I can help y–“ He suddenly stops when he sees your pained expression. „I… Is it… No, it cannot be…“ His gaze is penetrating, his hand squeezing around yours, and you cannot tell if it is pity in his eyes or something else. „Amore…“

„Forget about it,“ you say, embarrassment flooding through you. „Doesn’t matter. I knew it would be a long shot. That’s why I didn’t want to tell you. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just… just promise not to stop being friends with me.“

„Amore, why would I stop being friends with you?“

You’re very close to crying. „I don’t know, because it’ll be weird for you.“

„Why would it be weird? Sure, the ghouls will tease me relentlessly. But there is no rule against it. If anything, it is encouraged to follow your desires. No one will say anything and if they do, I don’t care. I am Papa, I can do what I want.“

You furrow your brow, a tear rolling down your cheek. „I don’t…“

„Why are you crying?“ he asks, rushing to grab your face and wipe the tears away. „It is good, yes? Now it is out. We don’t have to pretend anymore.“

„Pretend?“

„You know how hard it was to hide that I’ve been in love with you for so long?“ He furrows his brow as your jaw drops. „Actually, maybe I should have started with that.“

You smack him again. „Yes, you should have!“

„I’m sorry, I just… I thought I was so obvious. Everyone knew,“ he says. „I thought you just do not feel like that.“

„What do you mean, everyone knew?“

„I…“ He stops. „Well, I have… I told you I am bad at secrets. The ghouls ask me almost every day if we’re finally together. And I was not subtle about it, I wrote a whole sermon about how much it hurts to be in love with you.“

Your eyes widen in realisation. „Love is… love is sweet and bitter.“

„Yes,“ he deadpans. „Did you think I just made that up?“

„How did I not know?“ You grab the front of his jerkin. „How could I be so blind?“

He seems startled by the sudden proximity, gulping visibly. „Cara…“ he trails off, eyes shooting to your mouth. „I don’t… I don’t know.“

It is clear as day that he wants you. That he wanted you all this time. And this is not the first time he looked at you like that. You feel like an idiot.

But at least you can make up for it now.

„We have an hour before the meeting with Sister Imperator,“ you say, moving your hands up to his neck to play with his collar. „I love the outfit, but I really want to see how fast we can take it off.“

Copia’s mouth opens and closes again, no words coming out. You cradle his cheek and he leans into the touch, whimpering softly.

„I need you to tell me what you want,“ you whisper. „If you don’t want this–“

He snaps out of his trance. „I do. Lucifer, I want you so bad. I just… I wasn’t prepared for… I don’t really…“

„Shhh.“ You tilt his chin up so he’s forced to look into your eyes. „It’s okay, we only do what we’re feeling like. But I really really want to touch you.“

Copia nods eagerly and you slowly open the knot on his neck. When your thumb moves to his windpipe, you feel him swallow. He’s visibly nervous, anticipating your every move. It’s tempting to take your time, but you’re on a tight schedule.

„You can touch me, too, you know?“

He chuckles nervously. „Oh, amore… where do I even start?“

Smiling you take his hand and bring it to your cheek. His other hand naturally finds your waist, pulling you closer. His eyes are still on your mouth and he licks his lips like they’re dry.

„Can I kiss you?“ he finally asks.

Your voice comes out in a sultry whisper. „Yes, please.“

Copia leans in and you close your eyes. His lips hover over yours for a second, your noses touching but nothing else. You already feel your insides fluttering in anticipation but it’s nothing compared to the feeling when his lips finally touch yours. He’s tentative, gentle, but slowly gains confidence. You quickly find a rhythm that makes you melt into him, body resting against his. Copia’s hand moves into your hair, pulling your head back lightly to change the angle. He’s more in charge now, moving his lips over yours like he’s never done anything else in his life. You’re a puddle, letting out a moan that comes from somewhere deep within.

Copia falters at the sound, starts grinning into the kiss before he breaks away. „Ah, shit. I need… need a moment.“ He takes a deep breath that he lets out in a laugh, more of a high-pitched giggle really. „It is so hard to believe this is real and not one of my dreams. Tell me I am not dreaming, amore.“

The corners of your mouth move to mirror his expression. „No, it’s very much real.“

He huffs out another deep breath, like he’s preparing to do a sprint, then grabs your cheeks and starts pressing kisses all over your face. He’s nuzzling your nose, fingers pressing into your cheeks to make you pout, then he continues to kiss every piece of skin he can reach. „It’s real,“ he says in between. „You’re real. You like me back. Shit shit shit.“

You laugh and he continues, making you squirm and writhe in his arms whenever he reaches an especially tender spot, coaxing all kinds of squeals and giggles out of you.

„Oh those sounds. Those fucking sounds.“ He kisses you on your lips once more, lingers before pulling away. „I love you, amore. You make me so happy.“

„I love you, too,“ you say, completely out of breath, your kiss-swollen lips burning. „So much.“

Copia grins again and you think your heart must have doubled in size. When he kisses you again, it’s booming in your chest like it’s attached to a bass speaker. His hands move down to your hips very slowly, tracing every curve before he pulls them flush against his. Feeling his semi-hard cock pressing against you, you decide it’s time for more. The next time he pulls away you trap his plump bottom lip between your teeth, then suck it into your mouth.

He moans into you, using the opportunity to deepen the kiss. He’s very careful, his tongue licking at your bottom lip before he carefully rubs it against yours. You realise he tastes vaguely sweet and you tickle his tongue back, smiling into the kiss.

You only break away when you feel your lungs burning, a thin thread of spit connecting your mouths. Copia is just as breathless but his hands dig into your butt with surprising force, keeping your hips pressed to his so you don’t pull away any further. Maybe he feels a similar throbbing, the need for friction so deep it’s just not enough.

„I really do love the outfit,“ you say, running your hand over the leather jerkin as you slowly recover. „So… mesmerising. Does it make you feel confident?“

„Yes. Yes. But…“ He takes a shuddering breath, whimpers. „Amore, the pants are really tight.“

You smirk, bite down a chuckle. „Hm, poor baby, think we need to give you some more room, huh?“

Again, he whimpers in reply. His cock is straining against the unforgiving denim, trapped behind the lacings. It’s endearing how worked up he is from making out, but you hate to see him suffer. So you let your fingers dance down his torso all the way to the bulge in his pants. When you touch it, he groans like a wounded animal.

„Ahhh.“ The sound turns into a high-pitched whimper. „Amore, please. It hurts.“

You want to help him, really, but the lacings are a menace. You fiddle with them until they finally loosen. Copia lets out a sigh of relief that quickly turns into a growl when you pull his cock out of his pants

„Better?“ you ask, giving him a gentle stroke.

His hands dig into your behind. „Mhm.“

„What do you want to do?“ you ask. „Do you want me to help you?“

„No, I think I want…“ He takes a deep breath. „I need to see you, amore. Please, can we take this off?“

You nod and he fiddles with your habit. It’s optional, apart from certain occasions. Most of the time, you’re not wearing the head piece and only pull the black robe over your head quickly before heading out. So it’s easy enough to just rip it off, though you have to do it because he’s clearly too distracted by your hand on his dick to make you let go.

Once it’s off, he’s distracted by something else though.

„You’re so beautiful, amore,“ he whispers, hands busy exploring the curves of your body. „I thought you would be but… merda.“

„Hey, this was supposed to be about undressing you,“ you say.

„Right,“ he says. „Sorry, got carried away.“

He still is because he’s no help at all when you try to open the jerkin. You eventually manage on your own, carefully lifting it off his shoulders while Copia is still occupied with admiring your lacy bra. You know you need to be careful with his outfit and it’s testing your restraint.

„Please, I need cooperation,“ you mumble.

„Yes, yes.“ He helps you, finally, placing the jerkin and his shirt over a nearby chair, the jeans following suit.

„The gloves…“

„I need to to take them off this time, amore. It’s not the same if I don’t feel you.“

You relent and it doesn’t really matter because you’re much more focused on his now almost naked body, the tip of his erection peeking out of his black briefs. It’s a sight to behold, your Papa with his slender figure, the little pouch on his belly, soft lovehandles and strong thighs from performing.

„Is it okay?“ he asks, like he’s not the most beautiful man you have ever laid eyes on.

„You’re…“ You struggle to find the right word. „Copia, you’re all I could ever want.“

He smiles with more confidence now, hands reaching out to you until they finally close around your waist again. You’re still in your underwear so when his now bare fingers touch your skin it sends shivers all over your body. He was right, it’s better without the gloves – at least this time.

„What do you want to do now?“ You run your hands over his chest, unsure where to touch first. He’s soft and warm, dark grey hairs running down his chest, stopping at his navel, then continuing on in the most beautiful happy trail you’ve ever seen.

„I want you on my bed, right now,“ he says. „And then we’ll see what we feel like. But before that I think this needs to go, amore. I want to see all of you.“

He tries to open your bra but it won’t work immediately. You attempt to help him but he swats your hands away with a frown, tutting softly.

„I can do it,“ he insists and he does, after two more failed attempts. You indulge him, it’s fiddly and he’s still trembling in anticipation when he carefully slides the straps off your shoulders. The bra tumbles to the floor and you feel a gush of cool air against your already hard nipples.

„Can I…“

„Copia you can touch me wherever you want,“ you assure him, taking his hands to place them on your breasts. He palms them gently and you fight a chuckle. „However hard you want, too.“

He smiles. „It still feels forbidden for me. I used to chide myself for even thinking about doing this.“

It’s hard not to fall in love with him even more. He must have been imagining this even more times than you did and the thought makes your heart jump. He loses some of his shyness and starts properly groping you, leaning back in to reach your lips. You move your hand back down to stroke him, feeling him so hard and ready for you. He moans into the kiss, breaking away immediately.

„Hm, no,“ he says, taking your hand away. „No, you can’t do that.“

„Why?“

„It’s too good. I won’t last.“

„So what?“

Copia chuckles. „So what? Come on, move your pretty ass to the bed. I have plans.“

You do as he says, even though it feels almost wrong to mess up the tidy black bedding – bedding that you picked when he got a new bed that also you picked. It makes you smile now, thinking about how he practically made you choose his furniture to make sure you’d feel comfortable here.

When you settle into his sheets, Copia stops and takes you in. „You know, I often imagined you like this. And it’s so much better than in my head.“

You smile and he slowly crawls over you, carefully letting his body weight rest on top of you. If you thought your usual hugs were good, this is even better. He’s a little sticky with drying sweat, his skin clinging to yours, and it feels amazing. His mouth captures yours in a short kiss but he’s quickly diverting his attention to your jaw, sucking and nibbling on your skin before he moves down to your neck.

„Let me mark you, amore, please,“ he whispers.

You bury your hand in his hair and give him an encouraging hum. His lips close around the skin just below your ear and he sucks violently. For a second you think you could come just from this, the shocks of pleasure so heavy they make your hips buck. Copia remains undisturbed, licking over the abused skin after a while. He lifts his head and gives a satisfied grunt.

„More,“ you say and his lust-filled eyes meet yours. „All over me.“

Eventually he nods and goes to work. You’ve lost track of time but you imagine there’s still room for this and even if there isn’t, you’re way beyond caring now.

Copia repeats his process a few times all over your body, starting with your clavicle, then the top of your cleavage, taking even more time to suck your nipples into his mouth and leave bruises all over your breasts. You fight the urge to squirm but it’s impossible, especially once he reaches your abdomen and his lips tickle the sensitive skin just above the hem of your panties.

„Off with those,“ he mumbles and this time he doesn’t struggle, removes them in one swift motion and pushes your legs apart despite your protests. „What, now you’re getting shy?“

You are. It’s one thing having him see your breasts but it’s a whole different thing to have him there. Your brain is still processing how this is happening when he continues kissing your skin, focusing on the soft insides of your thighs now.

He chuckles at some point but before you can ask what’s funny he sucks so violently that your hips jerk upward. That only makes him chuckle harder before he blows onto the bruise, pressing one last gentle kiss to it.

„You get impatient, I like that,“ he says. „You’re always so composed, so calm. Who knew all I had to do was put on some nice clothes and you’d be weak for me?“

„I wish I had known, too, I would have come prepared.“

„How so?“ He kisses your other thigh, getting comfortable between your legs.

„Would’ve worn nicer panties.“

Copia laughs. „No, you would have ruined them. Did you not see how wet they were?“

You didn’t but you felt it. Him saying it makes your cheeks heat up nonetheless and you cover your face with your arm. „Stop.“

„Why?“

„You’re not supposed to be so perfect,“ you whine. „You’re supposed to be awkward and shy.“

Copia chuckles. „I was but then you turned into a puddle just because I sucked on your neck. Gives me great confidence. And besides… it’s you.“

„Me?“

„No one makes me so comfortable,“ he says, resting his cheek against your thigh. „You make it easy to love you.“

Before you can comment on it, his hand closes around your thigh and throws it over his shoulder. His breath tickles your clit as he presses a kiss just above it. „Let me taste you, amore.“

„You won’t let me pleasure you but now I should let you?“

„Yes, I just… I don’t want to rush it. I’ve been dreaming about this so, so many times. I want…“ He pauses. „I want to make sure it’s good for you. I don’t care about me.“

„But I do.“

„I know, cara mia. But after this, I want you to come back here, every night, and I need to make sure you do.“

Like he thinks you won’t love him anymore if he comes too early? You try to make sense of it but he’s kissing your mound again which makes thinking very hard.

„Please,“ he says softly, kissing again and again. „I need to.“

It’s not much of a choice. Of course you let him. „But don’t ruin your make-up.“

„Amore, your face has black mouth prints all over it. I’m not the only one who needs to clean up later.“

You open your mouth and he grins up at you, all while your heart swells in your chest. Then his mouth moves downward to finally kiss the spot you really need him at. You can’t help the small jerk of your hips. He ignores it, instead he parts your labia with his tongue and gives you a broad lick. It has your eyes rolling back, fingers digging into the sheets.

„So good,“ he mumbles, accompanied by a low hum. „Perfetto.“

You can’t stay sane like this, it’s too much. He does it a few more times but all you can do is bury your hand in his hair and hold on for dear life. His tongue dips into your entrance but he quickly replaces it with his thumb so he can go back to your clit. You’re getting close very fast but you really don’t want it to happen like this. You want him closer, you don’t want to come alone and you certainly don’t want him to come from humping the mattress.

„Copia, love, please,“ you whine.

He looks up. „Hm?“

„I need you inside of me.“

You can see the reluctance in his eyes but the will to please you is bigger and so he stops and crawls back up to you. He’s a total mess and you definitely have to fix his make-up before leaving, but you don’t have it in you to worry now.

„Please,“ you say again. „I want you to come with me.“

There’s liquid desire in his eyes, swirling when he takes in your words. „Can I just…“

„Yea,“ you say. „Don’t worry about it. Unless you and that sister…“

„No,“ he interrupts. „Sathanas, no.“

„Okay.“

„Are you sure?“

„Yes.“

He shuffles off his briefs and runs his tip through your folds to get it nice and slick. And it is so slick that he easily starts sliding into you. Copia stops immediately, eyes meeting yours as he slowly pushes in deeper, making sure you’re okay. The stretch is incredible, slow and steady.

And then he bottoms out.

„Oh, amore,“ he whispers just as you whisper his name. The groan that follows gives you goosebumps. He has you clinging to his biceps, nails digging into his pale skin, and he hasn’t even moved yet. You’re flooded with emotions. Love, desire, pleasure. It’s enough to take your breath away.

„Are you well?“ he asks, his hand finding your cheek.

You can only nod, rolling your hips into him to indicate that you’re ready. Copia starts moving ever so slowly, gentle thrusts that hit you just right. He finds a rhythm that suits you both, your combined moans and whimpers filling your ears, increasing ever so slowly.

You don’t know where to hold onto once he gets really fast, hand searching for his. „Love.“

He sees you, moving the hand from your cheek to grab yours, pushing it into the mattress right next to your head.

„I won’t last,“ he grunts, followed by a string of Italian curses. „T-tell me if you’re close, amore.“

„Just a little more.“

That’s enough for him to grab your hips and change the angle. It’s awkward with one hand but he doesn’t have to hold you for long. Hitting you just right every time, your walls clench impossible tight around him and you come with your back arching all on its own, a barely suppressed scream leaving your lips. Copia sets you back down and rides it out, messy, unrhythmic thrusts, before he completely falters and comes with a growl. The pleasure in your veins numbs everything else but you feel his cock throbbing inside of you, nonetheless, even as he collapses. Your legs are still shaking as they wrap around him, keeping him close.

„Oh, fuck,“ you whisper, clinging to the last bits of consciousness. You feel all tingly inside, almost like fainting.

Copia hums in agreement, shifting onto his side without slipping out. You wrap your arms around him, pressing a suffocating kiss to his lips. He keeps you pressed to his body, chest to chest, even as he softens inside of you.

„I don’t know why you were worried I wouldn’t come into this bed again,“ you joke.

A laugh rumbles in his chest and he presses a tired kiss to your forehead. You give yourself ten more minutes before you make sure you both get clean and to the meeting. Right now, you settle into the blissful feeling in your body, into the comfort of his arms.

„I should get new outfits more often if they lead to this,“ he says. „And you’ve only seen the first one.“

You can imagine the devilish grin on his face, even with your eyes closed. „Perhaps you’d like to model the other ones for me later?“

He kisses your shoulder, lips lingering on your skin. „I would like that very much.“

If you read this far I applaud you, I know it's really long. Thanks for sticking around and feel free to chat with me at any time. I would love to know which parts of the fic spoke to you in particular ♥️

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tinkerbelle05 · 11 months

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Loving You

Characters: Lo’ak x fem!metikayina!reader

Genre: Slight hurt, fluff

Warnings: somewhat pinning, awkwardness

Summary: Mending Lo’ak’s wounds after his fight with your friend Ao’nung. Surprisingly he keeps coming back to your pod for “treatment”. Would sparks fly between the two of you? Or would they die?

“You should really stop picking fights,” you scold the boy. You were gently cleaning up the blood from his wounds. This was the 3rd time this week the Omaticaya boy came into your pod with purple and red bruises all over his face.

“It’s not my fault that Fish Lips has such a punchable face,” he responded without missing a beat. You get a weird sense of deja vu because this is the exact conversation you had the other two times he came in before. Instead of shaking your head and rolling your eyes like usual, you decide to give Lo’ak, that was the boy’s name, some words of wisdom.

“Listen,” you grabbed his chin and turned it to face yours. Despite the scowl, he was giving you and the purple bruises, he wasn’t that bad looking. “Ao’nung is a piece of work, and everyone here knows it. But sometimes you gotta bite your tongue and pick your battles.”

“You sound like my Dad,” he rebuts.

“Well maybe you should listen to him then,” you started dabbing some salve on his eye and he only hummed in response.

After you were done, instead of saying thanks and leaving like others, Lo’ak decided to hang around the place. You thought it was odd the first time he’s done that, and you still do, but you found yourself enjoying his company.

You started noticing that he’ll come to your hut every few days, complaining of a headache or “getting too much Sun” as if that was such a thing.

“Please, I need something for my headache. It’s been killing me all day long,” he complains, and even rubbed his head for extra measure.

And he was complaining about leg pain the other day, and rubbed red paint on his leg for the “deep cut I got from a rock” a week ago.

You had the suspicion that he was faking all of these ailments or he’s just really, really unlucky. but allowed him to stay, as long as he wasn’t in your way.

“Really? Back again, are we Lo’ak?” You asked him with a blank stare.

He lies, without any shame but you stop him right there.

“Listen, I know that you are lying. I suppose it’s because…you want to be friends?” You asked.

To be honest, you wanted to say girlfriend rather than friend but you did not want to get too ahead of yourself. Why mess up a potential good thing?

“Oh! Um, yea I wanna be friends with you which is why i was doing all of that. .” He looks to the ground, his skin turning purple. “But like..your friends with Ao’nung soo.” He trails off, still not looking at you.

You give him a little chuckle, he’s pretty cute when he’s shy like that. “Me being friends with Ao’nung will not stop me from being friends with you, Lo’ak. Come in.” And the rest was history.

As you went along the day, doing your duties, Lo’ak would make a few terrible jokes and some absolutely horrible one-liners. But they never fail to make you laugh until your stomach hurts though.

One of his most memorable ones was,” Are you my ikran, because I’m want to be with you forever?”

You nearly spit out your water and couldn’t look at him for the rest of the day without bursting into a fit of giggles. If you remember correctly, he would avoid your eye contact with you too but it was probably because he was embarrassed.

You didn’t want to get your hopes up. He’ll also tell you all things about the forest and the animals that lived there.

“You know those animals my family and I arrived on?” he asked.

“Yes,” you say instantly. How could you forget them? You never saw something like that before in your life. They were a bit scary but you wanted to get closer anyway. Maybe touch their heads.

“Well,” he leans against the wall next to you, “they are called ikrans. You claim one when you become of age and want to be a hunter.” He went on to explain the details of how you claim an ikran that left you speechless.

“What happens if you were to die?” You questioned.

“Oh well,” and he stops to think about it.

“You're telling me no one has died trying to claim a beast that wants to kill them?” You asked, looking at him in shock.

He gives you a little shrug and looks equally confused and stunned. And just as you were interested in his life, he was interested in yours.

“Wait, so you're telling me that they are animals that you spiritually connect with?”

You stifled a laugh at his excitement, “Yes, and they are called Tulkans.” You started to explain the whole process to Lo’ak, and you watch as he hangs on to every word that you say.

“Wow, that-that’s sounds so cool. Can you introduce me to your spirit sister?”

“Of course I will, when they come back I’ll come get you.” Peak out the window to see it has gotten dark out. “But the eclipse is coming soon and your parents might be waiting for you,” you reminded him.

“Oh c’mon, it’s not a rule, it’s a mere suggestion. Now tell me more.” He looked up at you with enthusiastic eyes.

You avoided them the best you could, someone had to have a good head on their shoulder in this friendship. You shake your head and push him out the door.

“No, no Lo’ak. You are going home now, go.” With one final push he’s out the pod and you stand there blocking the entrance.

For a while, he just stands there looking at you. He seemed lost in thought so you jab in the shoulder.

“Hey! Pandora to Lo’ak.” You come closer to him and lightly tap on his forehead. “Anyone home?”

You didn't realize how close you were until he looked into your eyes and you saw his widened slightly. You didn't know what to do. Everything in you wanted to move in closer, to kiss him.

But does he want that? Would he reject you? Hate you forever because of it? You certainly did not want that to happen. He was a good friend and if that’s all he wanted then that would be enough for you.

He clears his throat and the blush travels all the way down to his neck, “Um, so there’s know way to say this but like, I kinda wanna kiss you. Um, so can I…?”

You brought his face to yours and kissed him in response.

You didn’t know what you were doing, and you had a feeling that he didn’t either, but you were excited for what the future could hold either way.

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junekicks · 7 months

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there’s literally no pope fics anywhere can you please write something about him! maybe with a kook reader? angst or fluff or a mix of both <33

lost my whole appetite ♱ pope heyward

You definitely weren't telling your mother that you were here of all places. You didn’t see the shame in it, but she'd lose her marbles. But today had been an off day. Classes felt too long. Twirling practice had been agonizing. Even Sarah's hug goodbye at the end of practice didn't feel like enough.

And now, in hopes to make your day better, you were standing on the South. Bike at your hip as you pushed it towards the parking lot of Heyward's Seafood. You were hoping you might be able to catch Pope and just Pope, none of his friends. That would be awkward. Kiara obviously didn't like you. JJ and John B, you weren't even sure if they knew about you.

You and Pope weren’t anything too serious, right now at least. You hadn't told anyone about him but Sarah, obviously, she's your best friend. Plus, people on the North were meaner than mean when they didn’t like something. And you didn't think Pope had told anyone either. It wasn't a conversation you guys had ever had. You didn't mind all that much. You were having fun with this. The thrill of it all. His sweet face and kind hands. He was an angel.

Mister Heyward was outside cleaning fish when you reached. You placed your bike against the wall and smiled at him as he looked up to the noise. He seemed panicked for a second. “Miss Y/L, is everything alright? Did those damn boys forget something in your groceries?” You smiled even more, a soft laugh. “No, no! Don’t worry. Everything was perfect. I was just wondering..” You took a breath, shoulders deflating a little. “Is Pope home?” You asked softly, carefully. With a smile of course.

You watched the older man before you melt with a knowing smile. “He’s up in his room. You’re more than welcomed up there.”

You were beaming up the stairs of their home with red cheeks and sparkling veins. You reached the boys closed door carefully. You knocked gently, hands folding over your front almost nervously. You had never just shown up. There was always a text. Or a call.

The door was quick to fling open. There was Pope trying to jump into a shoe. You couldn’t help your smile.

He looked up at the silence and automatically dropped his shoe. “You’re here?” He whispered in a shock. You smiled, small. “I know, I should’ve called. I’m sorry. I just.. wanted to see you. You know?”

He looked amazed for a moment. Almost not believing his luck.

You waved a gentle hand at his fallen shoe. “I can come back another time, though. If you’re busy. I don’t want to bother—” Pope was shaking his head quickly, smiling brightening his features. He kicked away his shoe and gently took your closest hand as he yanked you into his room. “I was actually on my way to go see you. I was going to text. Like a heads up. But I know your mom isn’t home yet, so I was going to take my chances. But this, this is perfect.”

You were so damn warm. You smile, head tilted to the side as you squeezed his hand in yours. “Yeah?”

Pope smiled, rolling his eyes at your fond teasing. “Yeah, perfect.” You couldn’t stop your smile as you pushed up on the tips of your shoes and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips. He leaned into them. Hands still attached, but his free one caught your hip and balanced you. Your other free hand was gently on his bicep. He tasted like honey, summer, and smiles.

“You want to go get dinner? Your favorite place then eat it at the marsh behind your house?”

Today had you feel awful about everything and anything, appetite included. But now, staring at this boy, which his hand in yours. You could definitely eat some food.

You beamed. “For sure, angel.” He scoffed a laugh, cheeks red and sweet. Your hip pushed into his a little as you two went.

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captain-jordy · 4 months

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Play No Games

Pairing: RE2! Leon x Black! Reader

Summary: After the perfect first date Leon finds himself entranced with you…

Content: just pure fluff I think, obsessive behavior on Leon’s part (?), pizza and ice skating lmfaoaoao

Chapter 1, Chapter 2 (coming soon)!!!

WC: 2.4k

Notes: it’s my first fanfic girlies so don’t be too harsh❤️ besides that there’s chapters to this fic actually and like…I just felt like it was too long to have it’s own thing + this was not proofread💀

Leon was a mess.

Just one date with you; just one fucking date and he’s obsessed. It was a simple one too. Casual clothing, possibly health-hazardous pizza joint—it was nice inside, at least—but a simple place for a first date. Leon wasn’t too sure how you two decided on that lame-ass pizza joint, but shit, everything you did that night made him forget the poor choice in environment…and food. He barely knew you too, due to finding each other on a shitty dating app, so he isn’t too sure how he got so whipped, that night with you just kept replaying over and over in his mind.

You were scanning the menu of Del Gino’s. The pizza selections were quite strange; ranging from a classic pepperoni to…cold fish. “How are you liking the selections?” Leon questioned. It was an attempt at small talk. Being a cop forced him to be charismatic and social, yet this woman he just met made him tense. You looked up from the menu and threw a small smile his way. “It’s strange, but I’m not surprised. Cities like Raccoon City always have weird pizza joints, right?”

“Yeah,” Leon placed the menu down and slid it towards the middle of the table, “we should probably play it safe and get a pepperoni.”

You immediately shook your head. Leon was a nice guy but he wasn’t impressive so far. Maybe he needed a little push, you thought. “Let’s choose something crazy too. To make this date memorable.” Your booted feet nudged Leon playfully under the table, encouraging him to get out of his comfort zone. “Let’s try caramelized onions, apples, and goat cheese pizza. Sounds dangerous.” You joked. Your voice was softer than usual talking to Leon. It might’ve not been obvious, but you were nervous too. Hands clammy and face warm, who wouldn’t be? Leon was an attractive man; he had a pair of plump pink lips, a nice jawline, and a smooth voice, he was desirable in all the right ways..

But you weren’t completely feeling him for some odd reason.

He seemed…hesitant. Yeah, the guy was a bit awkward, but anyone would be on a first date. Leon stared ahead and was seemingly lost in thought. “Leon?” You questioned. His eyes widened once he realized that he was zoning out. With a small sigh, he shook his head as a blush crept up his cheeks. “Yeah? Sorry about that.” He mumbled. “You’re a risk taker, huh? Cute.”

The more he looked at you, the more enamored he became. Braided hair sitting perfectly under the dim lighting of the pizza joint, same with your warm skin and glossy lips. If anything you looked like a goddess among the cracked red cushions of the booth he had chosen. He nudged your feet back. His nerves were slowly coming down from their high and finally easing up.

“You think that’s cute?” You leaned forward a bit, clearly entertained with the conversation happening between you two. “You seem like a charmer, Officer Kennedy.” Leon’s face grew warmer at the mention of his job. Being called that title off-field always gave him butterflies, unfortunately…fortunate for you though. “I like to think I am.” He responded.

“You are. It’s in the works as we speak.”

“Oh?”

The blonde looked down at his hands for a second; he was overwhelmed by your gaze. Leon has always had a bit of a timid nature, especially around pretty women, but it didn’t stop him from being talkative. “What do you do outside of…” he threw his hands around, “this?” He cringed at his words. He felt as if it was intrusive but that’s what dates were all about, asking questions.

“I tend to write a lot, considering I’m a journalist.”

Journalist? That’s an interesting career. That is not surprising considering they live in a big city. She seemed like she was just trying to sustain her career among the daily lives of others, asking questions and writing about it. It’s a career where you intrude on others for a living. He could respect that since he wasn’t that extroverted.

Before Leon could answer her a waiter came up to serve their table. Leon winced at the sight of the young teenage boy, who seemed stressed. He seemed like he was a newbie when it came to night shifts. “Welcome to Del Ginos. I’m Mark and I’ll be your waiter today. Anything you two would like to drink?” Holy shit, this kid was a professional. You and Leon shared a look of amusement before turning back to the teen.

“Uh–thank you, I’d like a strawberry lemonade and he’d likeee,” You trailed off with your words and looked at Leon, waiting for him to answer. “Another strawberry lemonade,” Leon answered. You nodded in approval at his choice. It was simple but safe. After discussing your order you and Leon were finally left alone again. There was a brief silence but it was clear you two were giggling over the teen. “He was professional,” Leon muttered. You immediately burst into small laughs at Leon’s comment. The kid was oddly formal about everything so it was a bit silly. What was a simple joke for you was something entirely different for Leon. He wouldn’t consider himself to be a lovesick person, yet around a woman, he was so easily flustered and amazed. Like you, your laugh sounded melodic and sang a harmony that pulled him in. First, it was good looks, but now it was good looks and a laugh. “Very professional.” You chimed.

Just moments later full of small talk, the two pizzas came. Your eyes widened with anticipation at the sight of the pies. Both had a fluffy crust but the normal pizza had the perfect cheese to pepperoni ratio. With a pull of yours and Leon’s slices, it stretched out and revealed how gooey the pizza truly was. But the other…the other was strange. It had crumbled goat cheese with caramelized onions and apples. The odd combination probably went great together but it was still strange to put it on a pizza.

“I’m not even gonna lie…I’m a bit hesitant to try this pizza.”

Leon feigned a glare, “I told you we should’ve played it safe.” He muttered. You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled. “You’re gonna eat this pizza.” Leon wasn’t serious with his words, as told by the small smile perking up. It was cute with how teasing he was. Small smile and was unable to hold eye contact yet he kept teasing. You kicked his feet again.

“Since you’re lowkey a pussy I’ll try it first.”

Leon tried not to laugh at your words, but he let a chuckle or two escape. He watched you scoop the goat cheese pizza in your mouth and anticipated your reaction. There was the tang of the goat cheese, which hit your tastebuds immediately, then the slow-cooked savory taste of the apples—which added some sweetness to the tart, yet savory. But the onions…the onions were perfect. Carmelized and adding to the palette of flavors. It was a strange combination, but he saw how you enjoyed it.

“Is it good?”

“Try it yourself, Leon.”

Leon took a bite and immediately gagged. In his opinion, it was fucking bad. He glared at you again and immediately placed the slice down. “I’m never taking your lead when it comes to choosing again.” He chided. He was a picky eater, got it. A playful grin came to your lips as he gulped down his drink. Leon loved how playful you were about everything. Subtle flirts and jokes on him. On some level, it seemed you were comfortable already and he enjoyed that.

“You will.”

“What?”

Leon watched your pretty eyes twinkle with mischief and your smile grow wider. “You’re gonna let me choose our next date. I bet on it.” Taking a woman’s lead? He always would.

So for him to be outside in the winter cold with you minutes later was predictable. He didn’t want this date to end yet, the both of them didn’t. The two of you walked side by side, hip to hip to protect each other from the bitter cold. Dancing white snowflakes slowly dropped from the sky along with its cool breeze going north. Raccoon City was the prettiest when hit with snow. Christmas decorations up, glistening snow, couples walking hand in hand with children running around. It was a time of joy and Leon was happy he met you. Growing an attachment now was a bit early, clearly, but he couldn’t stop the attraction from growing. He couldn’t stop the fondness either. His eyes kept glancing towards you and checking you out. You were just such a pretty girl that he couldn’t help himself. This time his stare lingered, watching you pull out a tube of lipgloss and apply it to your chapped ombre brown lips. With a few swipes, you popped your lips together puckering them out. Now here they were, glossy and kissable like every part of you. The sight was too alluring so he looked away once again.

“Whatcha gonna do when you get home?” You asked. The blonde turned his attention back to you instead of the Christmas environment of Raccoon City. Your pretty browns stared at him with a state of wonder. Leon looked great in the cold. He had a thick black wooly scarf around his neck, somewhat covering his rose-tinted lips. His nice, firm hands were shoved deep in his coat, he seemed to be one to forget gloves. Your eyes continued to check him out and finally landed on his reddish ears. “Your ears are cold?”

Before Leon could respond you placed your white earmuffs on his ears. “Hey, you don't have to–uh.” He was quickly cut off by your words of affection. “I don’t want my date cold. And I got all these braids to protect my ears. I’m fine.” Leon didn’t try to argue with you. He appreciated the moment too much to go against your words.

“I–okay…thank you.” He breathed out. Leon’s breath hitched at the feeling of your arm hooking around his, pulling him even closer. Were you always this bold? You gave him a cheeky look in response and made an excuse along the lines of, “You looked cold.” Now not only was he enthralled, but he was excited too. Those feelings of excitement were unwanted though, too soon he thought. “To answer your question, I was gonna crash out once I got home. I got a morning shift, unfortunately. You?”

“Sleep. I love sleeping.”

What a simple woman. At this point, they were just walking around aimlessly in the city. It wasn’t a bad sight at all and it was clear you two wanted the date to last longer. Leon was stuck to his thoughts until he saw an ice rink. There were a few people scattered about on it but not many, so he tapped you and pointed towards it. “You wanna try?” He smiled at the sight of your eyes lighting up with excitement. “Of course! You know how to skate!?”

“No.”

Leon’s heart pounded wildly at the feel of your gloved hands on his. The both of you were giggling as you two slowly glided on the ice. His legs shook while yours stayed steady on ice. It was clear that one of you two had experience.

“It’s like rollerskating, you’ve ever been rollerskating?” Leon shook his head no. He refused to speak with the fear of squeaking or some other embarrassing sound he could muster out. Your hands were just really nice to hold. “Jeez, no experience in the skating department I see. I think I can figure it out, just watch.”

You let go of Leon’s hands much to his dismay, but he watched. He kept his eyes on your hips as they swayed back in forth with every subtle push of the blades. His eyes then trailed up to your face to see the slightly nervous look grow into one of confidence. Ice skating wasn’t hard for you due to your experience with rollerskating.

“You’re doing good!” He exclaimed. A small cheer for your victory. A small smile graced your lips as you glided back to him, except, it was fast, too fast. “I think you need to slow down!”

“I don’t know how to!”

That look of confidence soon turned into fear and that’s when Leon knew to brace for impact. “Shit,” he muttered to himself. He knew he couldn’t catch your ass without falling because he could barely stand. With a scream from you, your body slammed into Leon’s, and the both of you fell. He landed right on his ass and you in his arms. Leon shook his head in mock disapprovement. So much for being good at skating. “You can skate but you can’t brake?” He teased. You sat on your knees and glared up at him.

“I least I know how to stand.” Leon released the most boyish laugh ever, making your face heat up in embarrassment. He had a nice laugh. Deep from his chest and genuine. And to think it was all for you. You used Leon to slowly stand up from the ice. It was too cold and too wet to sit on forever. “Come on. We’re done skating.” He looked at the gloved hand you held out, smiling before grabbing its warmth.

After returning your skates and warming up from said events, Leon held the two of your hands as just before. Maybe you were feeling him after all. There was a streetlight right above you two. It had warm lighting, generating some sort of ambiance that Leon knew he’d crave again. The warm lighting was pretty on your brown skin and made you stand out just a bit more. If anything you were the definition of warmth. His pretty eyes met yours and you guys sheepishly looked away. He tried to meet your gaze again and there it was, she was staring him right in the eyes.

“Hi,” Leon whispered.

“Hi.”

“Look, I just wanted you to know I had a great time with you and–could we stay in contact?” It took Leon lots of courage to get that out. He’s surprised he didn’t stutter on his words at least once. Those thoughts are soon rushed away at the sight of your bashful face. From the small bold lines you kept giving him earlier, why were you so shy now? “Please?” He begged.

“Of course…of course we can. I like you a lot. So take me serious, no games Leon.”

He planned on it. Leon planned on playing no games with her.

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Gut Feeling // The Pogues

as john b's younger sibling, it was your job to make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. when he leaves with ward to go on a fishing trip, you find out just how cruel the cameron family can be... little did you know john b was finding out the exact same thing.

john b x gn!sibling!reader, platonic!pogues

warnings: the usual shitty cameron parenting, verbal threatening, no use of y/n, tried to keep things gender-neutral but let me know if I missed something!

a/n: sorry if things are out of character, I couldn't really find a way to make this flow the way I wanted. thanks for your patience with this request anon!

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John B getting pushed off the Hawk’s Nest was definitely not on your bingo board for this year. Ward Cameron offering to be your legal guardian on top of that wasn’t even a thought in your mind. So what the hell was going on?

Your bond with your older brother, John B, was unshakable. Only a year separated you in age, yet your connection ran much deeper than that. You were best friends as kids, guardians of each other's secrets, and steadfast anchors in each other's lives. Everything only became more intense when your father disappeared.

Sharing friends was expected, as well as the fact that where there was one of you, the other wasn’t far behind. Everyone in OBX knew the Routledge siblings traveled as a pack alongside their friends.

Topper shoving John B off the ridiculously tall spot created more than just sprained joints and concussions. Sarah told her dad, and to your dismay, Ward Cameron, was suddenly in front of you, offering to be your legal guardian.

The offer hung heavy in the air as the older man dismissed himself for the two of you to take some time. The expression on your face must have said everything since John B instantly tried to assure you. "Listen, I know you're skeptical, but we're running out of options here. Ward can help us."

You stared out the window, a mix of worry and doubt tugging at your heart. "I don't trust him, John B. There's something off about him." The idea of being in Figure Eight, away from your friends, was terrifying.

John B let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I get that feeling too, but we need his help. We need to keep DCS off our backs. Nobody said we had to stay there all the time. It’s just a cover."

Despite your hesitation, you nodded, knowing that he had the right idea. The bond between you and John B was your anchor, and you were willing to trust him, even if the circumstances were far from comforting. “I’ll go where you go, JB. But I really have a bad feeling about this.”

Moving into the Cameron house was extremely awkward. The walls felt unfamiliar, and Ward's presence seemed to loom over you. The first change came when you and John B were assigned separate bedrooms, a decision that made your unease grow.

Standing hesitantly in the doorway of your new room, you looked at John B with a mixture of concern. "Why can't we share a room?"

Ward exchanged a glance with John B, and the unspoken conversation between them only fueled your anxiety. Was this John B’s decision? "It's important for both of you to have your own space," Ward said, his voice carrying a hint of finality. “Gives you time to grow in your own way. You don’t share a room at home now, do you?”

“I’d feel a lot better by him,” You replied without any regard for your ungrateful attitude. It seemed like Ward was doing a great job at driving a wedge between you and your brother. And even though you did have your own rooms at the Chateau, being separated here felt much worse. Usually, there was just a wall between you, not three hallways, a set of stairs, and locked doors.

“We can share a room, Mr. Cameron, it’s really no-”

“You will have separate rooms. That is final. I already have a lot on my plate getting you two adjusted, please don’t make it harder.”

As night fell, the unfamiliarity of your surroundings only intensified your discomfort. Unable to bear the thought of being separated from John B, you found yourself sneaking into his room. The floor became your refuge, a makeshift bed where you sought solace in his proximity.

Your unease didn’t disappear overnight. The gold was still waiting to be pulled out of the well and when Ward interfered with the plans for that too, your anxiety resurfaced. You couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

You had been standing awkwardly on the sidewalk when Ward approached John B and Sarah to bring up the idea. He finally acknowledged your presence. "This trip is just for John B and me. Some bonding time while we talk things out, man to man about dating my daughter…"

John B leaned over, ruffling your hair affectionately even though he wasn't a major fan of this himself. "It's just fishing, Birdie. I'll be back before you know it." He could tell you didn’t like being here by yourself and he didn’t blame you. “Plus, Sarah will be here. You guys could hang out?”

Despite his attempt to reassure you, the feeling of unease clung to you like a second skin. "Promise you'll call if anything goes wrong?"

John B's eyes softened as he nodded. "I promise. Can always hang with JJ and them too, you know. Figure out some plans.”

He hinted toward what you were supposed to be doing the following morning: pulling the gold out.

With a heavy heart, you watched them head out to the dock the next morning. It felt so silly to be worried about being alone without John B. You retreated to your room, the morning sun casting golden rays across the floor, hoping for the best.

Minutes dragged on like an eternity as you cowered in the suffocating darkness of the room. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of leaves outside, sent shivers down your spine. The air was heavy with fear, your heart beating in a frantic rhythm as the minutes ticked by.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and your heart jumped into your throat. Ward's sinister smile greeted you, his presence casting a shadow that seemed to engulf the room.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, confused by his presence. “Where’s John B?”

He completely ignored your question and threw the light on as he stepped closer. "I think we need to have a little chat."

“Don’t touch me!” Your breath caught in your throat, and you stumbled back off the bed, your hands pressing against the closet wall as if it could shield you from the threat before you. His grip on your arm was like a vise, cold and unyielding, as he pulled you into the dimly lit room.

"You see, I have a problem here," Ward hissed, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory intensity, "Your father thought he could outsmart me from the gold. I killed him for it. You and your brother don’t stand a chance, especially if I take you out one by one…but just how do I go about it?"

As he spoke, his words were a twisted dance of intimidation. His threats were like icy daggers, each word digging deeper into your psyche, igniting a firestorm of panic. The room felt like a cage, and you were trapped in its suffocating grasp.

Your heart raced, your breathing shallow as your mind raced to find an escape route. The weight of his words bore down on you. The room seemed to close in on you, the walls narrowing as Ward's presence loomed over you. Your dad. Ward Cameron killed your dad.

Before you could respond, the door swung open, and another figure entered the room—Rose Cameron. Her demeanor was cold and calculating, her eyes scanning you with an unsettling intensity.

Ward's gaze flickered between you and Rose, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "You remember Rose, right?"

You felt a knot of unease tighten in your stomach. Rose's presence seemed to amplify the danger, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that you were trapped in a spider's web.

Rose's voice was silky, her smile masking an undercurrent of manipulation. "Ward and I are only concerned for your well-being, sweetie. We want what's best for you. You don’t have to worry about going back to the Cut ever again, okay?"

The words felt like a strong hand tightening around your throat, and you backed away, your heart racing as you tried to maintain some semblance of control. "I don't need your concern, I need my brother."

Ward's laugh was chilling, his amusement a stark contrast to the terror that gripped you. "John B’s gone. Why do you think I took him out on the boat? Easier access to dump the body where someone won’t find it."

A wave of panic crashed over you, and you instinctively turned to flee, only to find Rose blocking your path. The realization struck you like a lightning bolt—this was a trap, and you were caught in their twisted game.

Before you could react, Ward lunged forward, his grip like a vice as he forced you into the closet. The sound of the lock clicking shut sent a shock of terror through your veins, and you pounded on the door, desperation fuelling your efforts.

"Let me out! Let me out of here!" Your voice cracked with fear, each thud against the door a desperate plea for escape. “John B!”

From the other side of the door, you heard Ward's voice, his tone taunting. "You're not going anywhere. This is where you'll learn your place. And stay quiet until we finish digging out the gold. Actually, thank you. Without your help, we wouldn’t have even gotten this far."

The reality of your situation hit you like a ton of bricks. Trapped, alone, and at the mercy of their manipulation, you felt a surge of panic rise within you. You were a pawn in their game, a helpless victim in a twisted power play. And they knew about the gold.

As you sat in the darkness, the silence was deafening, broken only by your ragged breaths. The taste of fear lingered on your tongue, and you knew that escaping this nightmare would require every ounce of strength you possessed.

You waited until silence covered the house before slamming your body against the closet door. Pain radiated through your shoulder, but you remembered JJ’s direction on kicking a door out before putting it to practice as best as you could.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins was a lifeline, propelling you forward as you lunged for the door and finally broke the lock free. Panic fed your speed, and your heart pounded in your chest as you burst into the hallway, your breath ragged and harsh.

As you fled down the corridor, the taste of freedom was tantalizingly close. You turned a corner, your pulse racing, and then… silence. Panic surged as you realized you were trapped in a dead-end hallway, the walls closing in on you like a vise.

Footsteps echoed ominously behind you, and you whirled around to see Rafe's approaching shadow—no time to spare. Your heart hammered in your chest, and desperation surged within you. With a gasp, you spotted the open doors to the upstairs balcony. Adrenaline-fueled strength carried you forward, and you sprinted toward them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Rafe’s voice taunted as he started to round the corner. You pushed yourself over the balcony rail and tried your best to hang on as you slowly slide down the column to the ground. Until you lost grip, that is.

The world outside spun in a blur of green and blue, and your body collided with the ground, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through your limbs. Dazed and disoriented, you scrambled to your feet, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

Rafe's voice echoed behind you, but you didn’t dare look back.

The sound of your own breath, the rustling leaves, and the pounding of your heart filled your senses as you ran. You thanked JJ for dragging you through these paths as kids so you never got lost by yourself.

And then, suddenly, your foot caught on a root, and you were tumbling, colliding with something solid. Pain radiated through your limbs as you groaned, disoriented and breathless. You looked up, blinking away tears, only to find yourself staring into a pair of familiar eyes.

"Birdie?" John B's voice was a mixture of disbelief and concern as he rushed to your side, his hands reaching out to steady you.

Your heart raced, emotions swirling within you as you tried to process what was happening. Your eyes widened in panic, and your hands shot up defensively, a guttural gasp escaping your lips as you stumbled back.

John B's expression shifted from surprise to a gentle concern, his voice cautious. "Hey, it's me, it’s me. You're safe. I'm here."

The flood of emotions was overwhelming, and your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath. Slowly, you lowered your hands, your vision clearing enough for you to see your brother's worried eyes, the deep lines of concern etched into his forehead.

"John B?" Your voice trembled, a mixture of disbelief and relief coursing through your veins. “You’re alive?”

He nodded, his voice soothing as he extended a hand toward you. "Yeah, it's me. You're okay now."

You felt your legs give way, the tension and fear of the past hours finally catching up with you. John B caught you, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he eased you to sit. He held you close, the warmth of his embrace grounding you in reality.

As the tears spilled over, you clung to him as if he were the lifeline you had desperately needed. He whispered reassurances as he held you close, reminding you that you were with him and everything was fine.

Gasping for breath, you clung to John B as if he were your anchor in the storm. Tears streaked down your face, your voice trembling as you struggled to find the words to explain the terror you had just experienced.

"John B, I… I couldn't stay there. Ward…" You choked on the words, your voice a fragile whisper. “He said you were dead.”

John B's arms tightened around you as he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Shhh, take your time. Just tell me what happened."

Taking a deep breath, you began recounting what had just happened—how Ward had cornered you, the sinister threats that were enough for you to kick a door out, and the desperate flight through the woods. As you spoke, you finally let your shoulders sag in relief. Your brother was okay.

John B's grip on you tightened even further, his voice shaky when he realized how fucked up this whole thing was. "He attacked me on the boat. Said he was the reason Dad is gone and… he-he tried to get me to share the gold with him - lashed out when I said no."

As the reality of the situation settled in when you didn’t answer, John B's protective instinct kicked into high gear. He helped you to your feet, his gaze never leaving yours. "Are you hurt? Did he… did he touch you?"

You shook your head. "I'm okay. He didn't… he didn't hurt me."

John B's features softened with relief, but his anger remained simmering beneath the surface. "We're getting out of here. Right now. Let’s go find the others."

Your friends were waiting at the Chateau when you arrived. They attempted to share their progress with the tools to remove the gold but you and your brother moved past them wordlessly

Kiara, Pope, and JJ filed into the house instantly. "Guys? What's going on?" Kiara's voice carried a note of worry. It only got worse when JJ got shoved aside by your brother. “John B!”

John B's gaze darted around the room, his eyes finally settling on yours before he looked away, his jaw clenched tightly. Without a word, he made his way past your friends, his steps determined as he headed for the door, this time with JJ’s gun in his hand.

“Where are you going?” You screamed after him in shock and ran onto the porch. This was not what you figured he would do.

John B ignored your shouts and kicked JJ’s dirt bike to life before speeding off with no explanation.

JJ exchanged a confused glance with the others. "What's up with him?"

You groaned and flopped on the couch, the heaviness of the truth threatening to consume you. "Ward... Ward killed Big John."

The room fell into stunned silence, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air. Kiara, Pope, and JJ stared at you in shock, their expressions a mix of disbelief and horror.

JJ's voice was barely a whisper. "What?"

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the memories flooded back, the pain of the past resurfacing with a vengeance. "He was investigating something about the Royal Merchant, and Ward killed him when he wouldn't agree to share the gold."

Pope's voice was filled with anger and disbelief. "That son of a..."

Kiara's hand covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Oh, my god."

As the truth settled in, the room seemed to close in around you, suffocating you with its weight. John B's abrupt departure on the dirt bike now carried a new layer of meaning—if he killed Ward, they would turn this all on your brother.

Hours passed, each moment heavy with the weight of the revelation. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a somber glow across the Chateau. No one spoke, the tension growing with every passing minute.

Kiara eventually got up to grab you something to eat in hopes of calming your nerves. You appreciated the gesture but as you huddled together between JJ and Pope, the reality of the situation began to sink in.

What the fuck were you going to do now?

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contentloadingandstuff · 1 year

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How do you think yae and ei would react to their kids starting to date? Or them finding the others kid on a date that no one knew about?

Parenting headcanons: Ei & Miko and their views on dating

A/N: Hi Anon. Hope you enjoy!

CW: None.

An eternity of solitude is the last thing Ei wants for her child, be they male or female. She had to experience that herself, and the shogun wouldn't wish it upon anyone.

As such, Ei's not going to be keeping them away from romance, unless it's with a mortal being. She will be very, very hard pressed to convince her child to let them go, in fear of what mental havoc their unavoidable death will wreak upon their mind. She knows just how destructive grief is. If the love would be especially strong, however, she will let up. She loves her child too much to harm them this badly.

Ei is very tolerant when it comes to her child's selections of partners. Just not if they're much older gods, especially ones she met during the Archon War, or the conflicts that followed. She's going to be very, very unsympathetic towards gods more loyal to Celestia than the others. She will always be wary of them, looking out for both humanity and her son/daughter.

She would be so happy to be a grandmother, so if they turn out to swing a different way, well… she'll be very sad, to put it lightly, but will get over it eventually. At least her kid's happy, right?

How did she find out her child is dating? She was told by them. Ei doesn't do a whole lot of digging in her kid's personal life. Unless it's blatantly obvious that they have a crush, she'll remain in the dark.

The first meeting won't be anything special - just a formal dinner in the palace. She's going to ask about their work, interests and some soft opinions about less controversial topics. If that were the old Ei, she would have certainly scared the S/O away with her uncomfortable, awkward questions. But she's luckily not that oblivious anymore. There still will be rough patches, but it'll be okay.

Ei sips her tea. Across the table sits her son, Takeshi, dressed in decorative armor picked out specifically for this occasion. He's also drinking the brew, looking up at her and the girl next to him.

She is quite smaller than Takeshi. Her hands, the only part of her not covered by her white kimono, give off a soft glow, similar to that of fish scales viewed in sunlight. The woman surely noticed Ei's (unintentionally) intense gaze, and is visibly uncomfortable with it. She keeps staring at her tea, too shy to look up or start a conversation. Ei draws an easy, forgiving smile.

"What do you reign over, dear?" She asks.

The girl shifts around, and looks up carefully.

"I-I…um… I'm the princess of small sea life, your Highness." She looked back down again, her right hand traveling down to grip her clothing. She rolls it around in her hand in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"Oh? Princess of sea life? Well, I do like General Crabs a lot, and they do have my emblem on them." She chuckles in good spirit. "Surely you're not willing to contest their loyalty?"

"No! N-no your Highness. I-I would never h-hope to challenge you…"

Her panicked assurances are cut off by Takeshi's hand enveloping hers. They look into each other's eyes, and Ei's heart just melts at the view.

"Hey, don't worry. Mom was just joking, alright?"

Ei hums in confirmation, but then she smiles. A mischievous thought passed through her mind.

"Yes, of course. Or was I?"

The girl squeaks, and leans towards her son. Takeshi brings her closer, and facepalms.

"Mom! You spend too much time with Miko, I swear…"

Ei can't hold back a soft laugh. " I'm so sorry, Niko. Miko was right, though. It is fun to tease.. ."

The goddess seems to finally relax a little.

"Oh, and please, call me Ei. Takeshi has been saying so much about you, and from what I heard, you feel for him as well. Ah, you make such a cute couple…"

Both of them blush at her words, and Ei feels her heart melt even more. They're just too adorable!

Yae Miko

Her life motto is "live while you're alive", and she wants her kids to live that way as well. There's no way she would limit their life like that. She made the mistake of not indulging in real romance for most of her life, and she wouldn't want her litter to lack that element.

When they more or less grow up, she will let them go on and find love no problem. Despite her mean comments and teasing, she will keep an eye out on particularly suspicious individuals, with a bit of help from the eldest kids.

She doesn't give a thought as to their sexuality. She has ten kids, so at least one of them has to be straight, right? Miko isn't worried about having grandchildren in the slightest.

Kitsune are territorial by nature, essentially in every aspect of their lives - food, territory and partners. Despite being more distinguished, Miko and her young keep a lot of their instincts. And the Guuji will abuse the living daylights out of that.

Nobody is safe from teasing, not even her joys. Is that mean? Of course, it's not even a question. She will have a limit though. It doesn't mean that she won't be an absolute menace.

Miko circles around the man. He stays still, keeping his gaze away from the priestess. She can easily feel how tense he is - even his breaths are as quiet and unassuming as possible. His ears twitch occasionally, turning towards her at all times. She looks at her daughter, Naomi, who watches her actions. Miko smirks.

"Hm… Tall… Muscular…Handsome…Well groomed… Young, and such a strong musk.. ."

The mother turns sharply towards her daughter, whose displeasure is clearly visible. That's what she is after. But still, she keeps her wits, and Miko just can't have that. So, she turns back to him, and looks right into his eyes. With her index finger, she tilts his face to the side, meeting no resistance.

"You've got quite the catch on your hands, Naomi…"

Is it the mocking, semi seductive tone she spoke in, or the fact she was touching Naomi's mate? Whatever the reason, the younger fox swiftly moves between the two, and nearly growls. She parts her lips, revealing the fangs for her mother to see. Miko puts on a shocked face, and steps back a little. When she sees her daughter's anger drop and expression turn into one of genuine worry and regret, Miko immediately bursts out in laughter.

Naomi looks down, just a little ashamed she fell for her mother's tricks once more. The fighting spirit doesn't fade, and the girl bites back.

"You're done mom? Good. We're leaving."

"Oh, my dear… are you getting… jealous, perhaps?"

"I… N-no.. . Not at all."

Miko sighs, and approaches her daughter. This time, her movements are much less intimidating and friendly.

"Don't be silly, Naomi. I was merely teasing. No harm done, yes?"

She exhales, a little frustrated sure, but overall glad Miko let go. Before they leave, Miko turns to the male.

"Nice to finally meet you, Gozan. Take good care of my daughter, now. She's a good young woman. Keep her away from trouble, will you?"

"Of course, Lady Guuji."

She crosses her arms over her chest, but her tone and expression remain friendly.

"You can go now. You have my blessing."

With a polite bow, Gozan leaves. He joins Naomi on the stairs, and the pair starts descending the Shrine. Miko smirks.

She just can't wait for an actual, formal introductory dinner. Oh, she has a plan already…

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#17: "he thinks i'm pretty"

warning(s): none

note: these are just characters and do not depict the actual people therefore the behavior of said characters won't be accurate to the actual people.

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"you're who san set me up with?"

"bro why do you sound disappointed?"

we stand in front of each other not really saying anything, just staring at each other.

"i don't know i feel like we've met before." seonghwa comments with playful smirk creeping up on his face.

SMASH.

"really? you don't look too familiar if i'm being honest."

now i don't know if i should tell him my friend stalked him and found him. would that be creepy?

"shall we?" he asks and i nod so we walk into the diner and place our orders.

when the waitress returns with our food we just sit in the awkward silence hearing nothing but the sound of silverware clanking against the ceramic plates.

"so we're just gonna pretend we haven't been talking for like 2 months?" he asks making eye contact with me for the first time since we walked in.

"you know, i was gonna ask but i didn't want it to get even more awkward than it already was." i respond, clearing my throat.

"you're a lot more shy in person, aren't you?"

"i wish, and you will too once you get to know me."

"so that means we'll be seeing each other again?" he questions, taking a bite of his food right after.

his voice is so deep right now which is distracting me to no end.

"that's only if wanna." i mumble in response and he let's out a brief, breathy laugh.

"i'd like that."

we spent the whole day just hanging out and talking, getting to know each other and laughing at dumb shit. conversation started getting easier over the hours and we feel slightly more comfortable around each other.

i could hear him talk all day, his hushed, deep voice is easily becoming addicting and now i'm left developing feelings for him all over again but this time the real person and not his online persona.

"wait so you becoming friends with san was a complete accident?"

"not accident. more like we saw each other the second time and figured why not exchange numbers. our first conversation was completely out of the blue but interesting nonetheless." i tell him as we walk aimlessly through the city.

the air is cool, pinching my skin ever so slightly to keep me present in the conversation.

"now seonghwa. what made you subscribe to my channel?" shit why did i ask that? now it sounds like i'm fishing for compliments. "actually-"

"you're a pretty girl making what my friends call comfort streams on a camsite. who wouldn't be interested?" he responds plainly, just straight to the point which makes me smile. he thinks i'm pretty.

"horny men." i respond dryly making him laugh briefly.

"good point... look, i hope you don't think i have bad intentions." he says, his tone shifting to that of worry and i shake my head to reassure him.

"you're lonely, i get it." i tease him and his head snaps to me.

"hey i'm not lonely."

"are too."

"hey."

"lonely." i say sticking my tongue out at him and making a run for it.

"zaraha!!" i hear a laugh as he says my name, running after me and that's when i pick up pace noticing he's approaching pretty quickly.

"hey slow down a bit, i'm not a fast runner!" i try asking him, a little out of breath but he's already caught up. "no fair." i breathe out when i feel his arms around me.

i look him in the eyes, getting lost in them a little too quickly. our faces inch closer before i change direction and place a kiss on his cheek instead.

"i don't kiss on the first date."

"let me take you on another then." he asks and i feel my cheeks heat up.

"deal."

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Not Your Lover - Chapter 6 (18+ version)

This is the 18+ version of Chapter 6.

For the safer version (whether that be because you're under 18 or just don't want to read it), please go here <3 (I tried my best to make it less explicit, so please please please let me know if I need to edit anymore because I wanna make sure that everybody can enjoy reading)

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: swearing, sex, like really explicit oral I won't lie to you, look away if you're not comfy with that (I'm sorry), davor is still stalking bc he has no life or personality

Tag list: idk who to tag tbh so I've tagged everyone in the safer part and linked this version to it :)

Y/n and Nikolai had settled into a routine within the first two days of staying in the same room, and he was starting to blur the lines in his head of what was real and what was fake.

It was dangerous, walking this line, especially since one wrong move could ruin everything that the two of them had built, but Nikolai knew that he was extremely close to throwing himself fully past reality. They had kept the pillow wall the first night, but when they had woken in roughly the same position as they had the first time that they shared a bed it made sense to forgo the divider completely. Neither of them appeared to be acknowledging it while asleep, and it saved some effort in the evening when they were getting ready for bed.

Work on the building had continued in much the same way as before, although Nikolai noticed that there was a little more tension in the air than usual. None of this was helped by the fact that he couldn't let his demon out at night anymore, and had resorted to staying late at the mansion after Y/n had headed back to the hotel room so that it stopped giving him a headache. Davor was still watching the two of them, following Nikolai around when he tried to go on a late night walk to take his demon fishing, and it was starting to get annoying. He had half a mind to confront the man, but somehow whenever Nikolai actually wanted to see Davor, he wasn't anywhere to be found. Y/n had mentioned that he was doing the same to her, but she didn't seem nearly as bothered about it.

Currently they were working on the floorboards of the first room, having pulled up the old ones and throwing them out, and Nikolai couldn't help but stare at Y/n every now and then as she worked. His demon snickered at him in his head, and Nikolai muttered a quiet "shut up" under his breath.

"Sorry? Did you say something?"

"Huh? No, nothing."

"Oh. Never mind."

They worked in silence again after that, the only sounds being the new floorboards being put down.

By the time sunset came around a few hours later, they'd managed to lay the whole floor, and Nikolai had replaced the windows, letting in the evening sun. He wiped his brow, wishing more than anything that he could take off some layers (but that would mean showing his scars for longer than a few seconds, and he didn't feel like having that conversation with Y/n yet. She'd probably also stab him or something).

"You alright? You look pretty sweaty."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Hopefully this heatwave brings in tourists," he replied, turning to look at her. That was a mistake, apparently, since he couldn't do anything but think about how gorgeous she looked in the golden light streaming in and lighting up her skin, making her look ethereal.

He was so screwed, and he knew that there wasn't any coming back now. He'd very nearly kissed her the other night, when she'd come in crying about her mother and he'd wiped away her tears, but the demon just had to pick that moment to make a noise. Nikolai had scolded it the whole way back to the hotel, and it had the good grace to at least seem sorry for getting in the way.

It had been a little awkward since, neither of them saying anything about the fact that they had very nearly kissed purely because they felt like it, and the tension was starting to kill Nikolai. They kept waking up tangled in each other too, and although he knew he shouldn't, he held on to her a little longer in the mornings, and his touch lingered a moment more when he passed her things. Whether she'd noticed, he had no idea, but at least she hadn't told him to stop being weird yet.

~~~

Nik was being weird.

He kept staring at Y/n, for one, and every now and then he would hold on to her for longer than fake boyfriends probably should. He was staring now, in fact, although why she had no idea. She was covered in dirt and sweat from working all day, both in the bakery and in the mansion, and she definitely needed a bath. Maybe he was staring at her because of that? Yeah, that made more sense. Although when she looked at him (not that she was sneaking glances or anything), she couldn't deny how gorgeous he looked in the light, the sunset making his golden hair glow.

He kept talking to himself too, and Y/n was starting to worry that he was going mad. She'd talked to Gregor about it that morning, and apparently Nik was doing it while he worked in the workshop. Gregor also looked like he knew something else, but despite Y/n's best efforts she couldn't get it out of him. The man was notoriously good at keeping secrets, but if it was about Nik then she wanted to know.

"I'm sure he'll tell you in his own time, Y/n/n," was all he had said, and Y/n had huffed and left not long after.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts, blush rising when she realised that she'd zoned out looking at him, and turned back to the wall that she was painting. They'd done good work today; Nik had managed to get the new windows in with the help of her father, and the three of them had finished off the floor. Y/n had picked out the paint a while ago, and had made a start on covering the walls.

"You know," she started, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Nik turn to face her. "I think we can do this. How long have we got left now, eight days?"

"Yeah, I think so. There's still the two other rooms to do though. I know they're both clear but it's going to be a stretch to get them done on top of this one. It's taken us this long to get this room nearly ready."

"What happened to mister 'we can do it!', huh? I've got a plan, don't worry."

"Is your plan hiring the entirety of Taya? Because I might be an optimist but this is bordering on impossible."

"I thought that nothing was impossible, only improbable," she quipped, mocking his voice.

"Was that... was that meant to be me?"

"I thought it was an excellent impression. Did you have a problem with it? I mean, personally I thought there were two of you for a moment."

Nik laughed, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous," he said, looking at her fondly. Y/n smiled lightly back at him, and they got lost in each others' gazes. Nik suddenly snapped out of it, whipping his head back to the curtain pole he was adjusting. Y/n moved her own attention back to the wall, feeling her face heat up.

Shit.

~~~

An hour or so later, the sun had fully set, and Nikolai had had to turn the chandelier on in the room so that he and Y/n could continue to work. The demon had, for once, helped Nikolai out, since its laughing at Nikolai and Y/n gazing at each other made him realise what he was doing. He'd quickly gone back to what he was doing, and a moment later he heard the brush of the paint on the wall.

Now they were in separate rooms, and Nikolai had looked to check that the demon wouldn't be seen before letting it out.

"No noise, alright? The second you make a noise you're back in, understood?" The demon had nodded and padded off into a corner of the room, starting to use its tail as a brush, collecting the remaining rubbish on the floor. Nikolai felt proud of it once more, seeing it trying to help, and hoped that it had learned something valuable from working hard. Saints, he sounded like the demon's teacher. Nikolai frowned, shuffling furniture around the room. He supposed he was in a way, teaching it how to be nicer. Maybe he'd be able to let it out more if he knew it would behave. He was glad for the distraction of the demon, since it stopped him from thinking too hard about Y/n, and having to keep half an eye on the little bastard was rather entertaining at times. It was a little like having a child, except the child was quite literally a demonic entity of darkness and destruction that enjoyed ripping people's faces off and generally making their lives complete and utter misery. Nikolai suddenly wondered if that was how Baghra had felt about the Darkling, and shuddered at the thought of baby Aleksander. The demon noticed, growling lowly at its creator, and Nikolai called it over softly, careful not to alert Y/n.

"Come here, that's it, there we go," he whispered, settling on the floor as his demon came and rested its head on his lap. It was strange, doing this, but he could sense that his demon was disturbed by Nikolai's thoughts of the Darkling. While the man had been responsible for the separation between Nikolai and his demon, the latter now shared the resentment that Nikolai harboured. No doubt it was remembering the battle with Fjerda too, and the multiple brushes with death. Since then they had only become closer, reaching an agreement that they would die for each other if needed.

"Nik? You alright in there?" Both Nikolai and his demon turned to look at the doorway where Y/n's voice had come from, and they glanced at each other before the demon crept off into the shadows.

"Yep, I'm alright." He pushed himself off of the floor just as Y/n walked in, paint on her trousers.

"I think I'm gonna head out now, I've done what I can on the walls. You coming?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me just grab my things," he smiled, and she returned it, heading back into the front room. He took the demon back in, telling it to stop fussing and hurry up, and followed her out, collecting his jacket from where he'd slung it over one of the armchairs.

~~~

They made it back to the hotel no problem, although Y/n could have sworn that she saw Davor following them when they went round a corner, and when they were up in Nik's room he pulled out a bottle of kvas and two glasses.

"Drink?"

"Sure."

Davor following them wasn't too disturbing for Y/n, given he was a deeply untrusting person and was probably trying to expose Nik and Y/n's relationship for what it was, but Nik seem more concerned. He brought it up as he poured, passing one glass to Y/n and taking his own over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Despite the heatwave, the hotel room was somehow freezing (Y/n had no idea how the owners managed it), so they'd lit a fire.

"You really aren't worried about him stalking us?"

"No, not really. Why are you so worked up about it?"

"Um... because it's stalking? It's quite literally illegal. Also, what happens if he finds out none of this is real?"

Her heart hurt at his words, but she quickly dismissed it as nothing. "Nobody will believe him if he says anything, because they like us a whole lot more. Everybody knows he likes stirring up trouble for no good reason, and I've got a reputation, hell, you have a reputation now. We'll be fine." She sipped her kvas, grateful for the burn as it went down. It stopped her thinking too hard about Nik.

"If you're sure," he frowned, and Y/n wanted to smooth the lines on his face with her fingertips. He settled into the sofa next to her having finished fiddling with the fire, and it was cramped enough that his thigh brushed against hers. She pulled her legs up, turning so that her back was resting against the arm and she was facing him. Nik angled his body slightly so that he was looking towards her, shifting in his seat in a way that had Y/n hiding behind her glass and trying desperately to not think too hard about his lap. "You alright?" he asked, amusement in his eyes and a smirk on his face, and Saints damn it she was blushing and he fucking knew it.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He hummed, and Y/n felt her cheeks grow even warmer. "What? I am!"

"Okay! You just look a little... flushed," he responded, and she could hear the laughter in his voice, making her glare at him. "There it is! I've missed that glare," he joked, only succeeding in deepening her frown.

"Fuck off," she muttered as she sipped her kvas, and he laughed, loud and bellowing. Saints, she wanted to make him laugh more often.

Sleeping next to Nik tonight would be difficult, she decided as she watched him.

~~~

A few hours and half a bottle of kvas later, Nik and Y/n had loosened up significantly, and were spilling secrets that she would never dare to tell him were she sober.

He'd confessed that he was absolutely terrified of spiders, having been nicknamed 'Nikolai the spider squealer' by his childhood best friend, and was considered a general menace to society as a small boy.

"Oh yeah, I find that so difficult to believe," Y/n giggled sarcastically, and Nik's responding pout only made her laugh harder.

"What is that supposed to mean? I am an absolute delight to have around!" He put on a look of offence, and Y/n nearly spilled her drink when she held her sides from laughing. "Seriously!" He was laughing now, spluttering as he spoke and unable to get words out properly. A few minutes later when they'd calmed down enough (it took a while since whenever they looked at each other they burst out laughing again), he spoke up again. "Go on, your turn. I think it's been my turn the last three times," he frowned, trying to count in his head. Y/n thought for a moment, before coming up with something.

"Saints, I don't know why I'm even gonna tell you this," she laughed, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Okay. So, basically, I've never... I have never... you know." She waved her hand in the general direction of her lower half. Nik's eyes went wide.

"Wait. You've never had an orgasm?"

"No, I haven't!"

"No wonder you're so fucking grumpy all the time, Saints!"

"Oi! It's not exactly my fault! Davor never could and neither can I, I gave up trying to get myself off like six months ago."

"Bet I could," Nik said, sipping his drink.

"...What?"

"I said I bet I could."

They looked at each other, Nik studying her over his glass and Y/n feeling increasingly flustered at the direction their conversation had taken.

"Prove it."

He said nothing, still just looking her, and she was starting to regret her words. "Sorry. Stupid idea. Forget it." She turned her face away, staring into the fire. He was yet to say anything, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

"Are you?" he said, and Saints, why was his voice so low? "Are you sorry?"

"No," she whispered, and she was hyper-aware of the sound of his glass clinking against the side table as he set it down. She turned to look at him, breath leaving her body at the sight of him closer than before, eyes filled with something dangerous. She put her own glass down, nearly spilling it since she hadn't taken her eyes off of Nik. "Why?"

"Because I want to prove it."

Something snapped then, and Y/n surged forward to grab at his shirt with her hands and pull him in for a kiss. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself for a moment, but after barely a second he was responding, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her into his lap, moaning softly, and Saints she wanted him to do it all over again. Her hands moved up to play with his hair the way that she'd wanted to since their first kiss in the square all those days ago, tangling in the locks and tugging every now and then as his hands grasped her hips. She wasn't sure how long they were there for, exploring each other his their hands and tongues, but every second of it was just as good as she'd imagined. He'd moved her hair out of the way to kiss down her neck, alternating between soft kisses and gently biting the skin, drawing sounds out of her that Davor never could. "Nik," she whispered into his hair, not missing the way his grip tightened on her hips. He slowly dragged his head back up, kissing as he went, before he pressed another to her mouth.

"Yeah?" His pupils were blown, the blue of his eyes nearly non-existent, and his lips were slightly swollen from kissing her.

"You gonna prove it or not?" she breathed, and he could only stare at her for a moment before nodding, and then she felt his hands at the top of her trousers, pulling up the fabric of her shirt. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her, silently asking if this was still alright, and they only broke eye contact when her shirt slipped over her head, landing on the floor a second later. He pulled her back in, kisses a little more gentle than before, and Y/n went to take Nik's shirt off. He hesitated slightly, and she paused, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "This okay? You don't have to, if it's... I just... wanted to feel you, I guess." She blushed at the admission, and he smiled softly at her.

"It's okay, darling," and Saints she'd forgotten how her stomach dipped at the pet name. "I've just... got a lot of scars," he whispered, and Y/n immediately went to reassure him.

"That's okay. You're helping me out, not talking about your scars. but equally if you wanna do that then I'll listen," she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and she practically felt him melt under her. He moved back a little, giving himself room to take his clothes off. Nik paused for a moment, looking at his gloves, then made a decision and yanked them off, chucking them on to the side table next to his discarded drink. He glanced back up at her, waiting for her reaction as he settled his hands lightly on top of her thighs. Y/n could only stare at them, reaching out to hold one with her own hand but not quite touching. Most of the veins were black, and his fingers were the same, and as Y/n finally took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together and turning his arm in her grip she noticed that the black veins continued partway up his forearms. "What..." She didn't finish, not sure where to go from there. Nik was transfixed by their interlocked hands, and his thumb was stroking hers.

"The Darkling," was his only response, and Y/n didn't know what to do other than press a gentle kiss to his mouth, cupping his face with her free hand. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his, and her hand moved down to rest over his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Not anymore."

She kissed him again, slow and careful, still holding his hand in hers.

"Do you wanna carry on?"

"Yes," he said into her mouth, hands sliding up higher on her thighs, pulling her closer to him, and Saints, he wasn't lying. She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging at the hem and lifting the fabric all the way off. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, spending extra time on the scars and marks she found, and Nik's hands came up to rest on her back, pulling her flush against him. They kissed again, this time with more hunger, and in a sudden movement Nik had flipped them so that Y/n was lying on the sofa, legs half dangling off the edge as he situated himself between them, never taking his lips off of hers. He bit her lip, and she moaned as he slipped his tongue inside, hands moving over her sides as he shifted his hips into hers. Her grip tightened on his hair, and this time it was his turn to groan as he moved to kiss down her neck again. Nik tugged at the laces of her undershirt, pulling the clothing off a moment later and flinging it to the side. He stopped, sat up and staring down at her chest, and Y/n went to cover herself. Before she could, he'd grabbed her hands, shaking his head at her. "None of that, darling. You're stunning."

He lowered himself back down, nose brushing her chest as he asked for permission. She didn't hesitate, using her hands in his hair to all but shove him further into her, and a brief moment later he was lavishing her with his mouth again. He moved further down her body when he was satisfied he'd done enough, leaving a trail of kisses as he went, and then he was taking off her belt and looking up at her from where he now kneeled on the floor between her thighs.

"This okay, Y/n?"

"Yes," she breathed, helping him to take the rest of her clothes off. Nik kissed his way across her inner thighs, touching her everywhere but where she needed him most, and his hand on her hips was preventing her from pushing up. Annoyingly he was going to prove his point eventually, and Y/n could only begin to imagine how cocky he would be. All thoughts of anything but Nik went out of her head when he suddenly kissed her there, tentative and experimental, and Saints, the smug smirk he had on his face at her responding moan was enough to make her want to go right back to hating him.

She lost all sense of time as Nik touched her, drawing out new sounds with every movement. The hand that wasn't holding her down was helping to bring her closer, and somewhere in the haze of her pleasure Y/n thought about his blackened fingers on her skin and inside her and she gripped his hair tighter (she also had a vague thought that his scalp would hurt after this, but he didn't seem to mind at the moment), urging him to keep going.

He did, never once stopping his actions until he'd pushed her over the edge, hold on her hips getting stronger (she'd have bruises, she was sure) as she shook, and then again when he did it for a second time.

He moved back up her body a while after, having left soft kisses behind as she came down from the high, and when she brought his face down to kiss her it was soft and more loving than it should have been given they weren't actually together.

"You alright?" he asked, nose nudging against her cheek. She could only nod, wiped out. She could feel him smiling, the cheeky fucker, and she half-heartedly slapped his arm, trying to not think too hard about how toned it was. "What?" he smiled, pulling back to look at her.

"Nothing, just, you're a lot more... I don't know," she trailed off, blushing at his stare. "You have very nice arms," she decided on, and Nik's immediate laughter made her flush even more. "Shut up," she mumbled, turning her face to hide in the back of the sofa. She felt Nik's hand cup her chin, bringing her face back towards his as he planted a kiss on her lips, lingering for a while.

"Thank you," he whispered, amused smile still present. "You have very nice tits, if that helps."

"Nik!"

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Nikolai had no idea where the two of them went from here, but he wouldn't take back a single second of it.

He'd helped clean Y/n up, and then had helped her move to the bed, passing her one of his clean shirts to sleep in. He went without the gloves as he got into bed next to her, leaving them sat on the table in front of the fire. He was just pulling his boots off when he felt Y/n's fingers on his back, tracing over the scars from the demon's wings. Her hands flattened on his back, then moved around his torso and under his arms as she pushed herself against him, pulling his head to hers to kiss him. The angle was awkward, so Nikolai shook his boots off and turned around, cupping her cheek to deepen the kiss. He clambered in next to her, breaking away, and pulled the sheets up over them. At Y/n's pout he simply chuckled, and brought her down to lie next to him, and she slung her arm over his chest and her leg over his, falling asleep not long after.

Nikolai stayed awake a while longer, thinking over everything that had happened. He really didn't know where they went from here, but no matter what, he needed to tell her the truth before they got too far in.

Chapter 7

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cydanite · 2 years

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Swamp Duo AU: A Conversation Over Tea.

4/9 - (FIRST) (<PREV<) (>NEXT>) (AU MASTERPOST)

(Ao3 LINK)

“Hopefully this is comfortable enough. I don’t really have space for guests inside, especially, uh...” Shelby takes another look at her new-found neighbor. For all she doesn’t know about them, they for certain are a lot bigger, scalier, and slimier then most other visitors she gets. The fish person, who she still doesn’t know the name of, carefully sits down on the wool blanket she'd set on the muddy ground. Their steaming cup of tea comically small within their glove-like hands.

“It’s fine. Thank you.”

She gives a stiff smile, sitting down as nonchalantly as possible at the other end of the blanket. On the ground the difference in size felt a lot more apparent. The way they hunch over to face her better. Their long arms extended awkwardly in front of them, how easily they could strike her while she struggles to stand back up. No, she breaths. No need to make rude assumptions until those assumptions have any backing in reality. The smile gets a bit less forced.

“So uh, we haven’t done introductions yet! My name’s Shelby. I’m a witch. N-not the scary kind though! And in training! I’ve been living here in the Evermoor for a few months now to focus on my studies and to help the people living nearby when they need magic! It’s a part of the Witch Academy curriculum.”

The fish person gives a small nod before turning to take a sip of their tea. They stare absentmindedly at something behind her. Man, she wasn’t good at leading conversations. She clears her throat a little before continuing on.”

“And, um, what’s your name?”

Her guest snaps back to look at her.

“Oh, uh. Jimmy.”

What a weird name for a 12-foot fish monster. Definitely the last thing she expected.

“Jimmy, that’s a nice name! I actually know a Jimmy!” She takes another sip of her tea. It burns her tongue a little. “And- and I don’t mean this to be rude at all! But uh, what are you, exactly Jimmy?”

The now Jimmy looks down into his cup for a second, brows slightly furrowed.

“Y’know I… I’m actually not entirely sure. A, um. A cod I guess.”

“… No.”

“No?”

“I mean- ack! I just, I’ve seen cod before and they’re usually… kinda small? And limbless and don’t talk. And they don’t live 1000 years. Wait are you what cod become if they live 1000 years?”

“No no, I mean, maybe? These are the questions I probably should have asked…” he pauses for a second before quickly taking a sip of tea. “I’d say probably not, I had limbs 1000 years ago so...”

“So you’re 2000 years old?” Shelby leaned forwards.

“I don’t want to be 2000 years old! That’s too old!”

“I... guess there is a 1000 year difference between being 2000 and 1000 years old.”

“1000 is too old too!" He sighs, exasperated. "Never mind. I’m getting myself confused” Jimmy slumped a bit more, pouting into his cup.

Before she can help herself, she lets out a small giggle. It was half the good idea of laughing to diffuse the tension and half the bad idea of laughing because seeing this fish person getting so worked up was just a bit funny to watch. Jimmy’s reaction looks a smidge surprised, he at least stops pouting when he looks at her, but he doesn't maul her for her slight faux-pas. Whew.

She sips her tea again. It's a smidge too cold now.

“I guess it doesn’t matter too much. But I have some smart friends I could ask, if you’d like to try and find out what you are?”

“What, with the witches?”

“Oh no! I mean-" She chokes a second. "Maybe they’d know? But uh, my friend here would be quicker to ask! And sending mail takes a while, y’know? Or I guess not since you live in the swamp. Or the sea?”

Jimmy looks past her again, cradling the cup in his hands. It's probably empty, given how large he is. If it got awkward again she could go back inside to refill it.

“I used to live in a swamp. When I had to leave it I lived in the sea instead. And then I guess I ended up in another swamp.” He puts his cup to his mouth again. She’s starting to suspect it’s definitely empty and he’s just doing that to be polite. Or for a pause, as is the purpose of talking over tea.

“This swamp is nice though! Didn’t have these kinds of trees at my old one.”

“Yeah, haha! They’re everywhere. You kinda uprooted one when you came out of the ground there.”

Jimmy looks behind them at the massive hole in the earth he was slumbering in an hour ago. “Oh, uh, sorry about that.”

“No it’s good! It’s good. I’ve been chopping them down around here so you’ve kinda helped me out a little!”

“Oh, okay.” He takes another fake sip.

She sips the last of her now cold tea in solidarity. Ugh, it was getting awkward again. With the catalyst of tea gone there was nothing left for them to do but talk about themselves. And that sucked. She instead stands up.

“If it’s alright, I’m gonna go message one of those smart friends I mentioned earlier, okay?” She gestures behind her, the universal symbol of “I’m going over there now”.

“Oh! Yeah sure. I thought you said mail would be too slow though?”

“Right! Right, I should have mentioned.” She puts her hands on her hips. It should be mentioned with a bit of authority, she thinks.

“I’m. An Emperor!” She realizes why she didn’t mention it. “Do you even know what that is?”

They’re staring again, right into her eyes. Or maybe it’s through her eyes. A few more second pass than she would like... she's made it weird again. She should start explaining it now.

“An emp-”

“I know what it means.”

Ah. Okay then! Explaining that the ground is magic and slightly sentient and gives whoever promises to take care of it and the living things within it cool powers like not-dying and being able to instantly communicate with other Emperors is one more thing she can remove from her to-do list. Neat!

“Alright, I’ll do that then. You stay comfy, okay?” She turns around before Jimmy can respond, which would have been rude if he did respond. Luckily he didn't, resolving to stare at nothing again. Shelby quietly releases a sigh crammed in her chest and pulls up her messages with Pixlriffs, the archaeologist that lived further inland. The tea was a good idea! It had broken the ice a little and that was all she'd wanted it to do. But it didn’t make the situation as a whole any less anxiety-inducing. She types up a quick message, trying not to let her nerves show in her writing.

ShubbleYT: Hey Pix! Nothing serious at all! Just was wondering if you knew anything about fish people? Since you’re smart and all. Thanks!

Perfect.

She looks back at Jimmy, who was now starring at his hand, opening and closing his fingers like he'd never seen them before... she turns again so they don't catch her staring, nerves making her shoulders tense. Sigh…hopefully Pix will have slightly more of a clue than she does.

#This scene made more sense to do in writing than through drawings. It came surprisingly naturally and I'm pretty happy with it!#swamp duo au #empires smp au #empires au #esmp au #empires smp #esmp #empires shubble #empires shelby #shubble #shubbleyt #empires jimmy #empires solidarity #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #the codfather #mcyt #mcytblr

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It's about two hours to midnight for me. Enjoy the silliness inspired by my yuletide tipsiness.

Apples are lovely.

Had he known what the evening had in store for him, he might not have come. But well, Jinx’s pretty pleading eyes and the promise of fancy snacks had convinced him. And ok, possibly the promise of causing some (minor) mayhem at a Pilty party was too good to pass up.

So here they were, at a house so posh it made him want to gag. Before he could ask how she got an invite to a place like this, Jinx was talking. “Sickening, isn't it? And you know what's the worst?

“It's built on cursed ground?” He jokes.

“No. This, this is Vi's girlfriend's place and it's her party”

Damn, she was glad she brought Ekko along, her grounding force when dealing with her sister, her best friend, her partner in crime for pranks, her ‘I would really like you to be kinda more than a friend’ friend but well, he's never shown any interest like that. Also, who would be interested in such a scrawny chaotic person? But she has different fish to fry tonight. Those fish? To annoy her sister, scandalise her sister's girlfriend, and find the perfect place for a glitter bomb.

Jinx gears up to ring the bell when the door slams open with a force that could only herald Vi. “Pow! You made it and Ekko, too! Awesome! Come on. Get in!”

Looking at all the luxury within Ekko had to control the impulse to take or break something. Or maybe that was a response to the grimace Jinx had on her face to Vi using Jinx's old nickname. Either way, self-control was the name of the game, and he worried for Jinx. Grabbing Jinx's hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand and wrist, he could feel some of the tension leave her. The little action did not go unnoticed by Vi, who only raised her eyebrow. But before she could make any remarks, a voice sounded from behind her.

“Ah, hello there” from a rather tall woman in a dress that was definitely made to flatter and in all likelihood cost more than he'd earn in a week, startled him out of his thoughts.

After a more than awkward introduction to Caitlyn, aka the ‘cupcake’ - he could see why She was sweet, almost too sweet. - and being led to a spacious living room, he had to conclude the party was not too bad, the pleasant hum of different people chatting (even if it was a bit stiff, should he take a page out of Jinx's book and spike some punch? There was probably a good bottle of strong booze in this house. The food was good (even if the canapes were a tad pretentious), and the person he'd found to talk to was interesting. Viktor, also from Zaun and could actually follow Ekko when he started about his inventions.

Jinx, in the meantime, had, with all the grace of a lazy cat, flopped down onto an ostentatious looking couch that was decidedly not comfy. All looks and design and no plush. Bad couch. Ekko had left her with her sister to go socialise himself and enjoy all the food by the looks of it. So here she was feeling all sorts of awkward and frustrated, only made worse by Caitlyn joining Vi on the other couch and being particularly lovey dovey with each other. So, her sister was smitten with wealthy, tall, dark, and busty. The cupcake must have a whole hoard of admirers, and she steals her sister.

Her expression must have been something because Vi looked up and asked her what she was glaring about.

“You. You sold your soul for fancy clothes, canapes, and a pair of cantaloupes!” As Jinx said it, she couldn't stop herself, glancing down rather forlornly at her own chest. “What? You jealous? Vi asked with a laugh.

Jinx grumbles under her breath and turns to look at Ekko on the other side of the room in his own conversation. Hoping that he'd look up and come save her from her rather awkward predicament.

Sniggering Vi can't stop herself when she follows her sister's stare. “Heh, apples are good too, just ask Little man”

Jinx thinks to herself that blushes should not be allowed to go that deep. As she feels herself flush from cheeks down to her stomach where the already jittery butterflies up their dance to another level. “What do you mean?”

“People have different tastes?” Vi suggests with another laugh. “Here, let's ask him”

“What!? No!” Oh, let the world swallow her whole. This was not happening.

“Hey! Little man!” Vi called out as she put Jinx in a headlock when Jinx tried to pounce on her and muffled another rather panicked “No!” Ekko looked up from his conversation “Yeah?”

“Come settle something for us.” Vi said. Seeing Jinx and Vi wrestling made both nostalgia and suspicion rise in him, why oh why did this feel like some sort of trap? “You prefer apples or melons?” The question seemed innocent enough but well to be safe: “Why are we debating fruit?”

“Humour me. Little man.” Vi's tone leaves no room for further explanation. “Ok, ok. Apples. They fit into your hand better, and less messy peeling is involved.”

It couldn’t have been a better answer Vi thought as she doubled over and started howling with laughter and Caitlyn joined in by sniggering politely behind her hand though the snort that escaped cracked some of the prim and proper princess look. Jinx, however, looked utterly mortified.

Jinx was sure she's completely crimson by now. A jumbled mess of feeling bubbled up violently in her, and all she wanted was to run away from the embarrassment. Everything becoming just a bit too much. She throws a pillow at Vi and then one at Ekko for good measure (does he even realise what he said!?) and runs out of the room.

With complete confusion, now holding the pillow flung at his face, Ekko turns toward Vi for some sort of clarification. “What…? Um, we were talking about fruit, right? Right?” an odd sort dread settled in his stomach.

“Yeah, we were talking about fruit and different tastes, Ekko. Don't worry.” Vi managed to get out between the laughter.

Don't worry. Vi had said, but with how Jinx stormed off, he was worried though, had he made her lose the debate? Was said debate even about fruit? And that there might be a glitter bomb going off way too early. Seeing Jinx upset never sat well with him. He liked her happy and smiling (preferably at him). Wondering in which direction she went and if he should follow her, Caitlyn got up. “I'll have a quick look for her. It is my house, I know the best hiding spots.”

This house was a winding maze, but Jinx did have to admit all the different rooms made for easy hiding. Eventually, Jinx found herself in one of the bathrooms. One hidden away, a good hallway removed from the living room where the party was. Oh, hell. She'd wanted a rise out of her sister, for her to feel some of her frustration at her leaving and leaving for a Pilty no less! Instead, she got hit over the head with her insecurities, and Vi yet again teased her about Ekko. Was she that evident? Why hadn't Ekko picked up on it after all these years? Was she just not attractive enough?

Mumbling to herself and looking in the mirror

Jinx splashed some cold water onto her burning cheeks, only for her thoughts to stray. To what Ekko said. How with one remark all sorts of terrible ideas start running through her head. Oh, she wouldn't mind his hands on her apples so to speak, wouldn't mind kissing and teasing him for such a remark either… shaking herself from her daydream she takes stock of her rather casual crop top, just a t-shirt model. She hadn't wanted to put any effort into getting dressed to go to a party she didn't want to. She sort of regrets it now.

A soft laugh sounds from behind her. In the mirror, she sees Caitlyn holding a rather pretty crop top. V- neck halter, black and covered in sequins. And damn it, it's just her sort of thing. “You know, if, by what Vi says is true and his reaction after you ran off, your friend is rather smitten with you regardless.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you, with a peace offering so to speak. Look I like your sister a lot, so give me a chance?” Holding up the top.

“And why would I fit into anything of yours?”

“Because it is not mine, it is for you. Your sister is terrible at shopping but surprisingly good at picking things others would like. Anyway she saw it in a store I was shopping at, said this would be your thing, panicked at the price and considering your birthdays round the corner I got it. Or rather, to put it bluntly, I am not above a bit of bribery for the sake of peace.”

Eyeing the top with suspicion and interest she makes a grab for it and before Caitlyn can blink she's swapped tops and is tying the new top back.

“You know what cupcake, you get points for blatant bribery”

Jinx won't say thank you to the damn princess, but her boobs look the bomb in this top, still small, but it made the curves she did have appear just that bit more alluring. Jinx giggled to herself. If, what miss not so proper after all said was true then… could she get that opening? It was embarrassing, but at the same time, she'd also been handed prime teasing material.

Caitlyn doesn't need vocal thanks. She can wait it out. Besides the preening in the mirror and the little mumble about Ekko were telling enough.

“Stop worrying, Caitlyn has a way with people”

“Yeah, but I feel like I said something wrong, but she likes apples, so why?”

“Here, have some pie, different question: you and my sister”

Ekko almost chokes on the bite he takes and Vi hits him a few times on his back.

He looks up at her like a deer in headlights.

“We're best friends, she wouldn't see me that way.”

“So you're interested?”

“Uh.” Ekko searched his brain for a way to get out of this conversation.

“Because I think she is too, and with me being away, it would actually put my mind at ease a bit.”

She sounded sincere, and he'd be lying to himself if he denied the bubble of hope rising in him. Taking another bite of the pie, apples with a bit of bite and spice, he wondered what would have set Jinx off. Apples are palm sized and easy to peel, so what was it about that? The thought trails off when Jinx comes back in, Caitlyn behind her. Her previously plain, if cute top had been replaced with an upgraded and definitely more festive version, and he felt part of his rational mind abandon him as his eyes trailed the deep neckline.

“Cupcake, your back, I missed you.”

“I was gone all of fifteen minutes, maximum Vi. Are you sure you missed me?”

“Of course I did and your lovely melons” As Vi cheekily nuzzled Caitlyn's chest”

“... really? Come on, behave.”

Ekko, still a little star stuck, only catches half the conversation, but it's enough for the penny to drop, a whole bag of them even. Melons as breasts… apples or melons, melons, or apples. Perfectly palm sized. Palm sized apples, Vi's question, apples…, Jinx a lovely colour of crimson, apples… Jinx in a lovely top that would probably peel right off…he'd said apples. Oh hell, that wicked pretty grin he loved was back on her face as she took a bite out of an apple that had appeared out of nowhere. He was sure he would never be able to look at the fruit or her the same way again. His fingers twitched. Was he terrible thinking he'd really like to touch?

To add to his internal crisis, Jinx’s following words were devastating in the way that he was fairly sure his sanity had exited the building.

“Want a bite?” She leaned forward, holding out the apple for him. As she did, he swore it was on purpose, and he did his best to keep his eyes on her face. Also, a mistake as now all her smile seemed to tell him was to lean forward too. What happened next may as well be worse.

“What if I said I wanted it peeled?” Dread dropped on him like a stone. He did not just say that. He had, though, hadn't he? Umm, fuck, seemed it was his turn to run away.

Feeling the heat in his cheeks, he stumbled over the edge of one of the couches and, with some sort of trip, turned towards the nearest exit, the balcony. He entirely missed the satisfied smile that crossed her face only to immediately fall when he ran. Outside as the cool air hit him, a sigh of relief escaped him, crossing his arms on the balustrade and letting his forehead fall onto them he barated himself for letting that slip out. Damn, what if this made their friendship weird?

He heard the click of a door, and he peaked over his shoulder. Leaning against the balcony door, Jinx stood with her arms wrapped around her, and her shoulders hunched. A deep crease on her forehead. Seeing her look so dejected made him want to reach out.

“Did I read you wrong? I’m sorry I'll go. I know I'm just your friend, I know I'm not pretty girlfriend material.”

Not pretty, not girlfriend? No, that would not fly. “Fuck! You are beautiful! I thought you weren't interested.” It burst out of him before he could stop himself. She startled at his exclamation. But she was looking at him now.

Sod his dignity, right now there was someone more important and unless he was terribly terribly wrong, a blatant invitation. Heart beating rapidly in his throat, he dove in, consequences be damned.

“And for your information, I stick to my apple preference. They're absolutely lovely, and so is the person with them, even if she gives me whiplash sometimes.” He said with a wry smile.

The look of dismay gave way to a shy grin. “Yeah?” She stepped closer to him.

Really, he couldn't be blamed for what he did next, certainly not with her mirroring his action of leaning into one another. His hand reached for hers and pulled her to him that final inch.

A warm hand on hers, her butterflies fluttering up to her head and then, soft full lips against her chapped ones, just a quick caress against her, over way too soon. Looking up at half lidded eyes, clouded with something like disbelief, she reached up and laced her fingers through his dreads. A shared look sparking between them, and they came back together again, this time with more confidence. Her mind pleasantly blank, just the sensation of the soft pressure of him against her mouth. It made her lips part in response. It was all the invitation he needed to deepen the kiss. His hands moved to circle round her waist and tealingly trace the bare skin there. A quiet gasp escaped her as one hand crept up to run along the curve of her breast, and his tongue brushed against hers. A high-pitched sound escaped her.

He pulled away. “You ok?”

“Hmmm” She looked dazed as she looked up at him and nuzzled her nose against his.

Giggling, she smoothes her fingers over his cheeks and back to his hair, tugging him back down, her breath still slightly irregular.

Shy was making way for confidence and mischief and he rather liked that. Falling into another kiss.

“So does this mean I get to call you boyfriend?”

“Does this mean I get to call you girlfriend?”

She hit him on the chest for that.

“Yes.” Joy jumping from the word.

“Vi's going to tease us to hell and back, isn't she?.”

“Let her. Sister dearest is probably too busy canoodling with the melon flavoured cupcake anyway.”

“So, what now? Go back in and pillage some more snacks?”

“Or, You could kiss me again.”

He did not need to be told twice. Angling down his lips to hers and rather cheekily sneaking his hand up to the curve of her breast again, he revelled in the soft noises that escaped her. Fuck the fancy canapes his mouth and he had other business tonight Ekko decided right then.

That was until she suddenly pulled away with a dead serious expression, her lips tingling “Ok. So do we give the cupcake and my double crossing sister a pass for the top? Or do we still plant the glitter bomb?”

Between the wicked grin, the distracting cleavage, kiss reddened lips, he decided he'd do whatever the hell she wanted. Causing a bit of mayhem with his girl sounded like a blast.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #ekkojinx #not beta read #should I post to ao3?#festive silliness #AU

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