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Punished Part 2

The very highly anticipated part 2 to my punished blurb I wrote randomly last week! Thank you all so much for the support and love! I was not expecting this story to take off!

Also the first two paragraphs are from part 1 if they seem familiar!

18+ MDNI

CW: [f masturbation, m masturbation, slight throat grasping, p in v unprotected sex, restraint play, blindfolds, sensory play, oral f receiving, edging, pull out method, slightly dom Noah, slightly dom reader, slightly mean Noah, mentions of sex toys, mentions of squirting]

He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.

Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.

*Later that day*

The soft hum of my vibrator was the only sound in our large airy bedroom. There was a slick sweat that coated my entire body. My hips were moving in rhythm, coming off the bed so I could get the most pressure on my clit. Noah had left the house for the afternoon to work on some fancy drum engineering stuff with Matt and Folio. This provided the perfect opportunity to finally get the release I needed.

The entire day sucked. Noah was extremely arrogant and moody all day. I knew this could only mean he was having a hard time with a new song. Although he had done a lot of work in therapy, these mood swings still came out. I didn't mind the mood swings occasionally, usually they led to really hot sex with Noah. Not today I guess...

The pleasure building throughout my pelvis started to become more intense at the thoughts of Noah throwing me around bed. I focused on this one particular time where Noah fucked me so hard I squirted all over him, making a huge mess. We ended up laughing about it for weeks afterwards. To this day I swear I actually peed, but he reassured me that was not the case.

Finally, my orgasm was right on the cusp. I continued the same swirl pattern on my clit allowing myself to go over the edge. I moaned so loudly; all the tension from earlier pouring out of me in waves of ecstasy. Fuck Noah and his stupid fucking rule, if I want to cum I will.

After my orgasm finished I set my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer, remade the bed, and took a quick shower. There would be no evidence for Noah to find.

When Noah came home, he was still a little off but seemed a lot happier. They must have cooked up something real good in the studio. I had no doubt Matt and Folio wrote some insane drum parts for the next album.

"What did you get up to today?" Noah asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It took all my energy to keep my cheeks from heating when he asked. I felt bad about lying but I could not deal with watching Noah get off once again without me.

"I just spent the day watching shows, and I did a bit of cleaning," I said casually. It wasn't a lie at all, I had cleaned the house and watched a few episodes of Attack On Titan.

"Interesting," Noah said slowly.

"Interesting indeed," I mimicked his tone.

With that Noah got off the couch and proceeded down the hallway towards our bedroom. I raced to follow his long strides, almost running into him as he stopped at my nightstand right inside the door.

"Are you sure you just cleaned and watched shows?" Noah asked as he opened the drawer to inspect the many toys I had.

"Yes I am sure," I said quietly.

"Try again... this time, don't lie," Noah said as he selected the very vibrator I had used earlier.

I had made one fatal error, I did not clean it off.

"Noah I..." but I was cut off by the a loud sniff. I watched as Noah ran his nose up the entire length of the vibrator, inhaling the now dried arousal I had produced earlier.

"You think I wouldn't recognize the smell of your pussy, y/n?" Noah said placing the vibrator down in the drawer. He turned slowly towards me, his height and muscular frame becoming menacing as the light faded away with the setting sun.

"What did I tell you earlier?" he said taking a step towards me, firmly grasping my throat with his hand. He wasn't cutting off my airway, he knew that was one thing that really scared me, but he knew his grasp could control anything I did.

"Noah, please. I can't watch you jerk off again. It drove me insane. Please, I'll do anything... please just please," I said stifling the sob that was coming up my throat.

"Tskk, y/n that wasn't part of the deal now was it love?" Noah said.

He kept one hand wrapped around my throat while he used the other to slowly pull down his pants. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free, already half hard just from the thought of me masturbating. A win is a win I suppose.

I looked up at Noah's eyes, they were pitch black in the dark room. He smirked at me as he leaned down and spit in his hand. My pussy almost flooded the entire room. The fucker knew how much I loved spit. His hand now started slowly moving up and down his cock, the only sound in the room was his saliva smacking as he rubbed.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he let his head hang, he seemed to have been waiting for another release all day. The mere thought he tortured me turned him on. God, I fucking hated him.

"Noah, I will literally get on my knees and beg right now. I cannot do this again," I said urgently as I noticed his pace quickened by the sound of his hand moving back and forth.

His hand let up slightly on my throat, I wasn't sure if it was from my pleads or because he was so turned on he was already falling apart. I used this opportunity to slip from his grasp, jumping into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

Noah stumbled slightly backwards but maintained his balance as I literally attacked him. My mouth was on his before he could protest, our lips colliding with such force I was concerned I knocked a tooth out. I kissed him so deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth to explore every inch. His tongue battled mine, trying to push mine away with no prevail. His arms snaked around me, resting just above my ass. I had him.

I ground my hips against his cock, the angle allowing me to rub my pussy up his length. I moved at an agonizing pace which earned a few frustrated huffs from Noah's mouth into mine.

Next thing I knew my back was against the bedroom wall, Noah now matching my hip thrusts with his own. His precum leaked all over my body, coating me in a sticky mess. Oh my god was I turned on.

I pulled away slightly, grabbing Noah's ear lob between my teeth. I whispered in a low sensual voice, "Fuck me like the naughty girl I am, Noah".

His cock slammed into me. Hard. I don't even know how it happened, I didn't remember him lining himself with my pussy.

The dark room now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, us moaning, and my back pounding against the wall. He thrusted so hard I could barely even think, reaching the deepest part of my core.

I let my head fall back, smiling to myself as I knew I had won. Or had I?

Noah moved us to the bed, laying me in the mass of pillows that we had. We were often a little freaky in the bedroom. We had restraints already attached to the posts of our bed, awaiting to be used when Noah and I wanted.

Noah's cock left me while he moved to tie me to the bed. The Velcro cuffs were comfortable around my wrists and ankles. What I wasn't expecting was the sleep mask Noah placed around my head and over my eyes.

I couldn't move and I could not see, a dangerous game to play with a man who loved control.

My senses heightened as the anticipation did, I could feel the bed move but I had no idea where Noah was.

One finger. One finger trailed slowly from my ankle all the way up to my chin. He moved his finger as light as a feather, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. My clit was practically screaming to be touched as another finger moved over my body, then three fingers fanned their way up. All purposely missing the one place I wanted to be touched. He didn't even give me a nipple touch.

One little kiss. One little soft kiss full of love was placed on my hip. Then another soft kiss on the other hip. One on my stomach. One on my right forearm, then the left. A soft kiss placed on my chin, forehead, right cheek, left. Then Noah softly brushed over my lips with his, a kiss that sent electricity throughout my body as it had the very first time he kissed me.

"I love you, Noah," I whispered out into the room, unsure where he was.

"I love you more," He replied as his finger lightly brushed over my pussy. He didn't apply enough pressure to breakthrough my folds, which was frustrating. My back arched slightly, seeking out his finger again. Instead I was met with hot breath, and one very wet tongue. Noah licked me this time, again he did so very lightly.

He pulled away, lifting one leg with him and placing it over his shoulder. He moved the other on his shoulder. Based on the position I was in, he must have been bent low on the bed or the restraints were let out enough to accommodate.

Teeth. I felt teeth next taking a small bite of my left inner thigh. It was only inches away from my pussy. He took another bite on my right inner thigh. Then he moved back to the other, inching slightly towards my center. Another, then another, then another, then... oh my god!!!

Noah took a small bite and pulled my clit with his teeth. It was hard enough to evoke shock throughout my entire body. It hurt, yet was quite satisfying. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled again by Noah's cock.

Noah released my clit, then brought his tongue back into the equation by spreading my folds open. His tongue was met with his lips, as he began licking and sucking my entire being. Now my hips began to move again, desperately seeking a release that I needed once again. Noah now moved lower, tongue fucking my pussy expertly by hooking it just inside. He pulled away only to spit on me, acting like his glorious meal was filth. Jesus, I couldn't take this any longer.

My moans began to get louder and louder, and so did the sounds coming from my pussy. The pleasure was now dimly burned in my lower belly, I could feel my toes begin to curl in the restraints.

"Noah, please.... I need to feel you inside... please," I whined desperately.

My legs were off his shoulders, my butt was back on the bed again.

Cock. I felt the head of his cock slowly moving up and down between my folds, doing slow circles around my clit before going back down. He slightly pressed in, just breaking through my entrance before moving back upwards. I moved my hips towards Noah's cock, moving against him to create more friction. He pulled away.

A few moments later he was back, moving slowly up and down again.

"Do you want it?" he cockily said as if he didn't already know the answer. I could hear his stupid smile from where my head rested. As if to prove his point, he put the entire tip in and thrusted only the tip which drove me insane. He pulled out asking again, by emphasizing every word he said, "Y/n, do... you... want.... it?"

"Do you want it?" I threw back, lifting my hips towards where I believed he was sitting. I giggled slightly, knowing I was being a brat and that I drove him crazy.

He chuckled back, "You really are such a naughty girl aren't you? Luckily you have such a pretty pussy".

His cock entered me again, but this time he went in all the way. I had no time to adjust to him before he was slamming into me once again. His arms were wrapped under my thighs, lifting me to the perfect angle. This time I knew he was just as needy as I was, his cock throbbed.

Noah grunted as he picked up the pace even more, his new workout regiment allowed him to have more stamina than ever. He was able to thrust harder and faster for longer. My moans once again filled the room in sync with his. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another. He squeezed my thighs with his hands to keep from loosing grip, we both were coated in sweat now.

"Noah...." I warned, he knew I was close. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing, my orgasm was built up to the max.

"I know," he breathed back.

Suddenly, he was over me completely and his lips were grazing my ear. His moans filled my ears, sending me into a sensory overload as I plunged over. My orgasm came fast, I screamed out Noah's name which I knew probably hurt his ear. He road me through my orgasm for a few seconds before he pulled out. His cum sprayed all over my stomach and lower boobs. I felt each string as it landed on me. I had wished I could see it, but just feeling him release on me was enough. This was a punishment after all.

Once we both were done, Noah plopped on top of me creating even more of a mess for us to clean up.

"You do a great job at making rules and an even better job with your punishments," I laughed into the top of his head, rubbing it in that his punishment was indeed not sufficient for the crime.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned into the crook of my neck.

I smiled to myself as Noah dozed off, until I realized he fell asleep on me and I couldn't move.

I suppose an impending uti was punishment indeed...

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I hope you all enjoyed! I little different than I intended to write it but this just came to me and I think it works :)

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐢 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

pairing -> Tighnari x Kshahrewar!Reader

word count -> 3,666

themes : fluff, pining, strangers to friends (to not yet lovers), spoilers to Tighnari's story quest. This is part 1 of 3.

Komorebi - sunlight, filtering through the leaves of trees. Bring to his unknowing heart these specks of warm feelings. Love the vague emotion, the innocence, the memory.

"Kulilu!"

"Paimon and Traveler will make sure to visit you every week, Karkata!"

Sensing the end of the conversation, knowing full well that they're intruding on someone's working hours, the Traveler would turn away from the mechanical crab to look at the forest watcher. Intending to say their goodbyes, his intentions were forgotten at the sight of the fox hybrid deep in thought.

Unalert for once as Tighnari's gaze lingered on the object in his hand. It was one of those pictures, Traveler deduced as he made his way over, the image getting clearer - it's a photo he hasn't seen from the pile the forest watcher had laid out when they barged into Pardis Dhyai.

"I can tell you're wondering about something," Tighnari was quick to cross his arms, photo still dangling between his fingertips. "Well? Out with it already." He was no mind reader, but he can tell what the subject could be with the way the other's golden irises followed the object of interest.

Though neither of them brought it into conversation when the floating companion was quick to open her mouth upon reaching the two, eyes sparkling with unabashed curiousity as she points at the image. "Oh! What's that one? Paimon didn't see that earlier!"

With a defeated sigh, Tighnari simply stretched his hand out to show the picture without much restraint, knowing full well that coming clean would be easier than deflecting or paraphrasing what's in it.

What the duo saw was identical to the other photos - a Sumeru scholar taking a picture with Tighnari. However, this one had obvious changes, something Paimon gasped at and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise. "Woah! Look, Tighnari's smiling in this one, how is that even possible?!" Which prompted the man in question to pull back with an unamused glare. "Oops, did I say that outloud?"

"What did I say about yelling?" Beneath all that, the Traveler continued to mull over the photo even when it was out of their sight already. There's more to it than Tighnari's rare smile. Like the fact that he wasn't in his forest watcher attire, and instead wearing the same uniform as the scholars from the Akademiya. There was also something in the hand of the unknown person, a familiar yellow flower, seemingly held in utmost care while they posed for the picture.

Huh, now that he thought about it - the Traveler zeroes in on a similar flower pinned by Tighnari's right shoulder.

"Alright, alright," the forest watcher raised his hands up in what seems to be defeat, sensing two pairs of eager eyes staring holes through his head. His ears twitched in alertness and an unknown emotion only he is privy to. "I supposed I can indulge on your curiousities seeing as you had been a great help yesterday."

Yet the moment his gaze landed on the photo again, all of him seemed to have melted, calmed in an instant. "Well, where do we start..."

The day he first saw you is permanently etched at the back of his mind, like the symptoms of a hallucination-induced fever, like the blooming pattern of a nilotpala lotus.

Unforgettable, whether he wants it to be or not.

It was one of those days where the Akademiya wasn't being a pain, and his unlikely friend wasn't bombarded with Matra work (although, if it comes to playing cards, he knew the man would make time no matter what), crowded by fellow scholars watching their duel. Genius Invokation TCG.

Tighnari didn't really know what brought him to notice, but there was some kind of pull the moment he caught the figure in his peripheral. A fellow scholar with three books in hand, not even sparing their little crowd a glance as you disappear behind the doors to the Akademiya, robes fluttering in tandem with your hurried steps.

Since then, that brief glance lingered every time he was out by the benches with Cyno, playing mat draped between them as they played. Tighnari didn't even see much other than a simple side profile, yet whenever he raises his stare from the game, he would involuntarily look for some kind of sign.

Despite anticipating and searching, it was still a shock the next time he'd seen you around, in full view for him.

This time you're part of the crowd, spectating their routine game while still being a modest distance away from their space.

You were leaning a bit, trying to look at Cyno's cards over his shoulder. That was an enjoyable experience watching your unsuspecting self look as serious as his opponent, nodding when he assumes that a good card was pulled, shaking your head when it wasn't, and cringing when a particularly bad move was made.

It was even better when Cyno looked quite proud of his turn while you're behind him sputtering; usually when that happens, Tighnari wins the round without fail.

When there's more than two books in your arms during break time, he's come to learn that you wouldn't linger for much longer, or at all.

So on the rare times that you could, the fennec fox hybrid would ask for another round, something that his companion would usually do.

He thought he was being slick.

Even though this impulsive behavior are unexplainable even to him.

Cyno speaking brought him back to reality, prying his attention from your fleeting figure, four books threatening to slip out of your arms.

"Pardon?" The general's fiery gaze was also faraway, until he made eye contact.

Cyno repeated the unfamiliar name. "That's the name of the Kshahrewar scholar you kept looking at."

"How do you know them?" The shock of the information overrode his embarrassment of being caught looking at you.

Placing his cards face down, the white-haired man leaned back on his hands as if preparing for a long conversation. "The Matra investigated them a while ago," his tall ears stand taut at the news, tense. "Something about taking electives for every darshan. The Akademiya thought that they were scheming about distributing the knowledge illegally..."

There was a pause too long after that pushed the normally patient Tighnari to be restless, antsy, so close to choking the information out of the general. "Well?"

Cyno had to fight back a smirk at the edge of his friend's voice. This little - "I quickly realized there wasn't anything bad happening, and the case was closed." A white eyebrow raising in amusement as the Amurta scholar seemed to breathe a loud sigh.

But there were still lingering thoughts in his mind reminiscent of being an Akademiya scholar, card game long forgotten.

"If there's no hidden agenda, then what's the explanation for their behavior?"

You have an obsession, Cyno wanted to reply instead. There were only so much that can occupy Tighnari's mind, and it's usually about flora and fauna. But for his loyal card game opponent, the least he could do was satisfy his curiousity.

"It's quite simple." The general's head turns to the Akademiya doors. "They're indecisive."

He thought it would end with that, with his curiousity satiated and questions half-answered, and things would return back to normal.

But Tighnari never half-assed anything. Never dipped his toes in the water and left it at that.

Was this how it felt like for those scholars who sought after canned knowledge? The addiction for the pursuit of forbidden knowledge? It felt like it, what Cyno unloaded to him, that he it wasn't something the general would normally be so open about.

Perhaps he indulged him just so he could focus on their game again.

Your name fell off his lips like it was a deity he could only worship in private, lynched if he were to be found uttering your name. Under your confused gaze, perhaps he shouldn't have been so casual.

"Oh? You know my name?" Your hand hovered over the back of the chair next to him, intending to take the seat next to him in the fairly empty classroom.

Out of the many times he had seen you walking to and from the Akademiya, seeing each other in his Spantamad elective class as classmates isn't what he imagined to be your first official meeting. His ears stand taut upon realizing his slip-up, the action catching your attention.

At least you're not looking at the tail that won't stop wagging behind him.

"Pardon me, I heard your name here and there. I didn't mean to be rude, my name's -"

"Tighnari, right?" This stupid tail won't chill! "You're pretty famous among the Amurta." The polite smile you offered released the tension in his body in one sweep that his ears almost drooped completely. He would not have been able to explain how he knew your name.

Tighnari graciously took your offered hand and shook it, more enthusiastic than he wanted to come off as. But feeling your hand grip his own finally cemented reality into his mind as if the events prior were but a skeptical dream. You are real and right in front of him.

"Can I take this seat?" Oh right, you're still standing.

"Please." Is that the right answer? "No one's seating there, if that's what you're worried about."

It felt surreal being this close after only ever seeing you from afar. The many books you had in your arms piled on the desk where he can see the titles; the way your hair framed your face and how it sticks out on some places as if you had messed it up in frustration that morning; the Kshahrewar badge on your hat reflecting the light and catching his attention.

His object of wonders in arms length. Everyday for one hour.

With the window of opportunity, glances became greetings, and meetings became much more frequent. Spantamad is a wonderful course but being partnered with a creative seatmate made it all the more entertaining.

Tighnari found out that your father was a mechanic and your mother graduated from the Akademiya before you enrolled. Because of your father's influence, you had been blessed with being able to create your own inventions, but you're still lost on what you really wanted to do with it. If you put your mind into it, you can think of solutions with the aid of machinery, so it wasn't really intelligence that you lack.

"Indecisive, huh..." The Amurta scholar mumbled to himself as he watched the Kshahrewar student hunched over a book at the House of Daena, hours of reading evident with the black bags under your eyes.

The best word to describe you is...

Uninspired.

Tighnari liked hearing you talk, rant, vent, anything that would keep his ears occupied. Even if it wasn't about the courses you're both dealing with, somehow he couldn't help but indulge in your numerous ideas. For once, he felt like he was being taught - as this time the conversation was about the elements and visions - over a course he wasn't so knowledgeable of. Why did he pick a Spantamad elective again?

You didn't have to have groundbreaking ideas to catch his attention that's often divided for his juniors, no, even just talking about random trivias you picked up from reading here and there had him hooked.

He finds it endearing how easy it was to fall into step with you, without having to one up one another or prove anything.

"If you were to get a vision," his eyes followed your fingertips, spinning a 'blank' vision on top of your shared table. "Which one would you want?"

The class you two shared focused on the elements of visions and how certain reactions happen when some elements interact. Each partner was given a blank vision to study and observe, inquire if they could, although there wasn't really anything to work with.

The question had him a bit flustered upon remembering a memory. And your observant eyes caught on to all the signs - his tail that won't stop swaying, his ears that twitched in random intervals, the pink that slowly colored his pale skin - all of which had you sitting straight, looking at him with obvious expectations.

He'd told this tale many times to friends, so why now does he feel embarrassed to say it? "A dendro vision." He spat out with great hesitance, but when you nodded and waited for more, he couldn't help but sigh. You're still curious. "I've always prayed to get one, so that I can make ladders to reach higher up fruits."

A beat or two later, you had to turn away and cover your mouth. Tighnari looked exasperated (tho you couldn't see that) at the way your shoulders bounced in silent laughter. He couldn't even admit that the sight and sound was endearing, focused on his regrets of opening up.

"I can't believe you, I shared a great secret with you and you're laughing."

"Nooo, it was just really, really-" funny. "Unexpected!"

His glare only spurred you on. When your conversation was cut off by the lecturer ending the class, he thought that the conversation would end there, finding a comfortable peace between you as you walked out of the Akademiya together.

There were no plans or routes in his mind, no destination. Tighnari hoped you didn't mind that he was sticking close.

"I think it would suit you," his brown-green irises looked up from watching your arms swing by. "A Dendro vision. They say those that are outstandingly smart or with an honest drive for knowledge gets one. You fit it quite nicely."

You complimented him. Well, not directly, but it can be read that way. He's reading it that way.

"W-Well I think you'd fit a Geo vision then." At this, you stared back at him with pure confusion, forehead creasing even. "Because you're quite attached to inventions? Creations? You know, constructs." His ears drooped when his statement became more and more unconvincing.

He only said those out of the blue without much thought, wanting to compliment back while also sounding smart.

But your skepticism told him he didn't really succeed on his plans. If it were plants, he would have been smoother with his praises.

"I'm not sure." Ah, that felt like a stab to the heart. "After all, Geo doesn't really have any synergy with Dendro."

Tighnari could barely function for the rest of the day then. Cyno, who usually enjoyed their duels together, looked quite irked at how easy the rounds were when fighting with an absent-minded Tighnari. But the scholar couldn't really care about his losses.

He felt like a winner already.

And he thought he was winning, you know.

Between the times you'd cheer him on when he had the time to play his silly card games (he wonders if when he didn't see you before, it was because you were looking over his cards behind him instead), walking to class together (despite only having one similar class), and catching up with one another outside of the Akademiya, he's gotten closer with you to an extent he didn't think he'd reach.

But it wasn't enough, and it dawned on him just how fast time passes. Next thing he knew, the last day of his Spantamad elective approached.

Tighnari can sense your worry at the not so subtle glances you sent to your seatmate. Perhaps it was obvious that there was something on his mind by how tense his tail seemed, but you didn't dare comment as you both listened to your lecturer and his closing statements.

"Visions are not just tools to harness elemental energy. Remember what we had learned from the case study in Inazuma, they carry within it their will, hopes and dreams. Parting from one's Vision can be akin to losing your vision, your motivation in life."

The Dendro Vision hanging by his waist felt heavier than usual.

"It has been an honor teaching you about the basics of ley lines and the elements, especially to those who are not under the Spantamad. May you carry these teachings, this marks the end of our class."

Chatter of gratitude and parting mixed together within the classroom as the professor dismissed everyone early to converse among themselves one last time. Yet despite the want - no, need to talk, Tighnari still had yet to find the right words to say to you.

Call him a pessimist, but he knew that this would perhaps be the last time he would be this close to you. He wanted to make it last, impart his own wisdom, anything that can help you in the trouble you had yet to decide upon.

Indecisive... Yet passionate. His olive brown eyes silently watched as you slowly packed your table, dragging the motion slow as if hesitant, unlike the times you were meticulous about time due to your next class being a major one.

It was only when you turned to look at him with hopeful yet somber eyes did he finally have the courage to speak, although without much thought behind them. "Don't forget what the professor said, keep your vision close and you would not lose your motivation." He turned to fully face you which you followed suit. "I know you can do anything so long as you put your heart to it. So follow that which makes you happy, and I'm sure things will turn out the best for you."

Tighnari barely remembered the words he has just uttered that day. The moment your confusion turned to determination, with the way you smiled gratefully over his sincerity, he knew that he made all the right decision.

"I'm going to miss being seatmates with a genius like you."

"I should be the one saying that." And you both shared a laugh, before inevitably departing in opposite directions.

The arrival of the new semester left Tighnari with nothing but conflicted feelings from his own overthinking, sitting down for his new Amurta class that he had forgotten what was about already. He felt both fulfilled and unsatisfied with the turn of events, even if he knew by heart that this is how it would end.

A scholar's curiosity is endless, but the search will always have its end. The chase, the mystery, all of it had lasted long enough for it to finally reach its finale.

The hybrid sighed. He just wasn't sure if he ended it right.

He sighed again when he heard the chair next to him be pulled, signalling a classmate occupy it for themselves. That's one thing too. Who would have thought he'd be so attached to the idea of who would be seating next to him, now with you as his standard, no one else could compare to being the greatest company —

"Can I take this seat?" His head whipped around so fast that his chin almost fell from his palm, his wide eyes staring into your mirthful ones.

"What are you doing here?" He hoped he sounded more curious than perplexed, but you simply took your seat next to him like you had done many times before. Your gaze refused to leave the blackboard at the front of the classroom, but he can clearly see the quirk in the corner of your lips.

"Just following what makes me happy."

"Ah, to think someone could make me ramble on like this over something that's not related to my profession." Tighnari's smile betrayed his words as he shook his head in a whimsical manner. "Anyways, after graduating, I went to Ghandarva Ville and they were asked to stay in the Akademiya. The rest is history."

The Traveler took time to absorb the heartwarming story, gold gaze lingering on the well-kept photo. Judging by the happiness of scholar Tighnari, they don't really see any reason to doubt the story. However out of character it may be to the forest ranger today.

Is that related perhaps?

"Aww, to think that Tighnari actually has the capacity to be that kind." Paimon mumbled as she looked over the Traveler's shoulder, also examining the photo. "Oh, but wait! Now that Paimon thinks about it, the flower in the photo!"

Tighnari's attention was already divided at this point, looking at Karkata at the other side.

"It looks just like the flower on your outfit! Ohh~ Is that a gift they gave to you? It's so sweet that you kept it!"

"What, this?" The fox gestured to the yellow flower on his person before looking at the two with a nonplussed expression. "You're heavily mistaken, this is a cactus flower only found in the desert. It's a gift from my father."

Well, that does make sense. However, that doesn't exactly explain the overall picture here. Perhaps Nahida had heavily influenced Traveler into overthinking things at this point.

"Oh, but, it's still kind of sad. You two seemed so close..." Looking at the photo one final time, Traveler offered it back to Tighnari who gratefully took it back. This time, it was him looking over it intently. "But because of your different darshans -"

"Oh, you're worried about that?" The fox hybrid couldn't help but laugh as he pocketed the photo ever so carefully. "There's no need to fret, we still see each other from time to time when our schedules align. Now where was I? Right, Karkata and I still have some notes to record while the day is still young. Do you still have any questions?"

Before Paimon can ramble any further, the Traveler simply shook his head and nudged his companion to let up. After all, they've done what they've sought after and took up most of the forest ranger's time already.

That, and he could at least feel that Tighnari isn't so keen to talk more about the matter.

Yet after they said their goodbyes and started leaving, Traveler couldn't help but look back one final time, his ears barely catching Tighnari's voice —

"I'm sure you'd love Karkata." His eyes closed with a long sigh, dropping his crossed arms as Karkata simply tilts its head.

Traveler took his leave before Tighnari could notice him idling by.

Next part will have spoilers to 3.2 archon quest.

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Addicted to you - Chp. 9

Pairing: Minlix | Minchan (mention of Changlix)

Word Count: 4252

Summary: Felix decides to try a new way to cheer Minho up for a bit, falling back into old patterns with him. Chan walks in on them and at first, Minho doesn't care...until he does.

Warnings/Tags: smut, sub!felix, switch!minho, friends with benefits, panic attack, emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: This for everyone who wished to see a little more of Minlix. I hope you like it~🌙

Chp. 8 | Chp. 10

How am I supposed to go out and find love again? Only know what it is 'Cause you showed me it exists How am I supposed to feel all the things that we felt But with somebody else? Knowing you exist Knowing you exist - Alexander Stewart

The following week, the atmosphere turned frosty whenever Chan and Minho were in the same room. Whilst Chan pretended nothing had happened and went on like before, Minho simply ignored him. To everyone else, Minho acted as normal, but Chan got the cold shoulder. The gap forming between their two hyungs worried the rest with every passing day. Especially when Minho started skipping group dinners, locked himself up in his room, or overstayed his welcome after dance practice. He refused to practice the new dance with Chan pressed up against him, and with every passing day, his appearance looked worse.

During interviews, he stayed quiet, and looking at the footage, everyone could tell he was feeling like shit, including the fans. When asked about the most important person within the team, Minho honestly answered Felix and Jisung since he didn't know what he'd do without them at the moment. Chan said Minho, saying he owed him a lot and hoped they'd always find each other no matter what. This caused Minho to stand up during the midst of the interview, stumbling over Seungmin's feet with tears in his eyes. Their management forced him back only shortly after, and for the rest of the interview, he kept his head hung low, hot tears threatening to spill down his cheeks after removing his microphone. He was shaking, and neither Felix’s hand on his back nor Jisung taking his hand calmed him. The others glanced at him worriedly occasionally, and Chan tried his best not to look, seeming anxious. The video later got him into serious trouble with staff and raised even more questions among fans.

Felix and Jisung had the most insight into what was going on since they were the only ones Minho really talked to. They knew that he was slowly destroying his knee by practicing harder and even more than before instead of resting. They knew that he had skipped meals quite often by this point. They were there to hold his hand before interviews or in situations when Minho had no choice but to deal with Chan. They ensured he got something to eat from time to time, held him when he felt sad, and helped him out when his body would shut down after a particularly long day.

Felix and Jisung took turns staying with him at night, knowing this was the only way Minho was able to sleep now. They didn't know how to make him feel better because deep down, what Minho needed was Chan, the one he’d been avoiding like the plague. It was a habit he formed a long while ago, to distance himself from anyone or anything that felt unsafe.

But one evening, Felix decided to try something new, wondering if it would help make Minho forget his pain, even if it was just for a few hours. They were sitting on the broad window sill in Felix’s room, leaning against opposite walls, facing each other. Minho was staring out into the night, anxiously fidgeting with the fabric of his sweater.

“Min?” Felix spoke up gently, and the older one turned to look at him. “What are you thinking about?”

Minho shrugged his shoulders. “Everything and nothing at once,” he told him, rubbing his neck. “I’m starting to have serious doubts about Chan and me staying.”

“What?” he asked, written in his expression.

“I feel like I need a break from all of this. I’m not saying I want to quit, but some distance might be better than trying to avoid something I live in the same house with,” he sighed, defeated. Felix tilted his head at him.

“You think you’ll love him any less once you’re back? Your heart won’t break seeing him again?” he asked gently. They both knew it wasn’t possible, and Minho couldn’t bring himself to say it even if his was.

“I…I just want to feel whole again, Lix. I can’t go on like this,” he told him and hugged himself. “It was alright before because there was nothing to miss…but I miss what we had so much. I never thought I’d feel so lonely and-,” he trailed off as Felix scooted closer, cupping his face with one hand. “What are you doing?” he whispered. Felix caressed his cheek and leaned in close. Minho's eyes widened as their lips brushed together. "Felix, you have a boyfriend."

"He knows, he’s fine with it," Felix told him quietly, and Minho's resistance crumbled slightly, but he was still on alert. "Relax, I got you, remember?"

Minho nodded, eyes fluttering close as their lips met. He melted into the familiar feeling and let Felix take the lead. He missed being held and kissed like that. He missed having someone close, showing him his worth with every passing day. Sometimes he really fucking missed Felix.

Felix pulled him onto his lap, hands tracing down his back. His heart hurt at how desperately Minho kissed him. The way he gripped his shirt, pressing himself as close as he could to feel something again. Felix leaned back against the wall and smiled into the kiss as Minho moved to cup his face in his hands. His hand slipped beneath his shirt, gently gliding up Minho's spine and resting between his shoulder blades. "Gosh, sometimes I really miss you," Felix mumbled against his lips.

Minho stopped in his movements and blinked at him. "You do?" he asked quietly.

"You were my first for so many things," Felix gently brushed back his hair and nodded. "You meant a lot to me, you know."

"Not enough, though," Minho said, and Felix hummed softly.

"Did I?" he asked, and Minho's eyes flickered guiltily.

"No, not like that," he then admitted, and Felix nodded.

"We both knew it would end sooner or later," he said, caressing his cheek. Minho leaned into the gentle touch and inhaled shakily. "And that's okay because we were open with each other about it."

"I miss you too sometimes," he told him honestly before covering his hand with his own. "I felt a different kind of safety with you."

Felix searched his eyes as if he was trying to memorize every little detail he could. "I think I didn't tell you how beautiful you are often enough."

"Yongbokie," Minho said softly, eyes radiating nothing but warmth.

"I mean it. You're beautiful," he told him and connected their lips. "Loving," he continued before kissing him again. "And too kind for this world," he added before pressing their lips together hard and full of desperation. Minho made a soft sound at the impact, and Felix grabbed his hips, leaning forward and pushing him onto his back.

Minho shortly searched his eyes, wondering how far they'd go. Felix didn't seem to think much of it, hovering over him and chasing his lips hungrily. Minho let him, spreading his legs to make room for him as Felix almost fell off the window sill, bracing himself next to his head. Felix giggled softly and rolled his eyes at himself. Minho reached out for him, thumb brushing over his lower lip. "God, I lo-," he stopped, closing his eyes and remembering that this wasn't like what he thought he had with Chan.

"You can say it, Minho. I know how you mean it," Felix told him, and Minho shook his head. "I love you, Min."

Minho looked up at him with teary eyes. "I love you too, Lixie."

Felix smiled gently, eyes sparkling with joy. He went back to kissing him, and the way Minho gripped his hair and arched up against him told him everything he needed to know. Deep down, Minho longed for more, longed to be close to him like they had been long ago. Felix knew better than to deny that he was feeling the same way. He reached down, smoothly opening the strings of Minho's sweatpants before palming him and rubbing his hand between his legs. Surprised, Minho gasped against his lips, unable to stop himself from bucking up into his touch. Felix slipped his hand into his pants, wrapping it around his dick, and stroked him experimentally. Minho moaned sweetly and gripped his hair tightly.

"Felix," he breathed out.

"I'm here," he said gently.

"You don't have to -," he broke off as Felix continued his movement.

"I want to," he promised, grabbing Minho's chin with his free hand. "Trust me," he told him and grabbed the bottle of lube stored in the drawer of his bedside table. He poured some onto his hand before reaching back into his pants.

Minho did trust him, and his eyes fluttered close as he allowed himself to enjoy this. He pulled Felix back into a kiss, trying to stifle his moans as he rolled his hips. Felix leaned down, kissing his neck and leaving soft bites down from his ear to his collarbone. "Mark me up," Minho breathed out, desperate to feel something.

"Are you sure?" Felix asked gently, nose still buried in his neck.

"Please," he said quietly.

Felix bit down below his ear in response, softly licking over the bite. He started sucking on his skin, moaning deliciously against his neck.

Minho moaned out loud, and the way Felix's body responded reminded him of how much he had enjoyed him being vocal. "Fuck, Min," he moaned as Minho pulled at his hair and bit down harshly.

Minho's eyes rolled back at the pleasurable pain, and he slammed his hand against the window, trying to brace himself somehow as Felix picked up the pace. His head fell back with a loud moan of Felix's name, making the younger one hum satisfied.

Felix barely noticed the door to his room opening, lips attached to Minho's neck and being pressed against his skin by him. He pulled a beautiful moan from his lips, and glanced over at the door at the intruder. He realized it was Chan staring at them in pure shock. Felix locked eyes with him but didn't stop, not wanting Minho to notice. He knew Min would feel guilty, and in his eyes, there was absolutely no reason for it.

"Fuck, don't stop. Please don't sto-," Minho moaned out, and Felix didn't intend to. His eyes were squeezed shut, chasing his high and indulging the weight of Felix's body on his.

"I got you. You're doing so good, babe," Felix mumbled against his skin.

He didn't expect him to use that old pet name for him. Minho arched up against him, pulling at his hair with a groan before tensing up and spilling into his pants. A broken moan of his name left his lips, and Minho pulled him up and into a needy kiss, panting against his lips. Felix kissed back fiercely, and Chan was gone the next time he looked up. Minho caught his breath before giggling softly and rubbing his face. "I can't believe you just did that in front of the fucking window."

Felix smirked and planted a tiny kiss on his nose. "You're so pretty," he told him adoringly, and Minho blushed a little.

"Stop it. I’ve been a mess lately," he chuckled.

"I mean it," he assured him.

Minho kissed Felix's lips softly, making the younger one moan. His hands traveled down his back and squeezed his bum. Felix melted against him with a soft groan and looked at him, eyes filled with need. "You want to do this properly for once?"

Felix nodded quickly before frowning. "I uhm…I never..."

"Me neither, but I'm fine with it," he assured him, and Felix jumped up quickly, pulling him with him to his bed.

"Do you mind doing this without a condom?" he asked.

"Do you?" he gave back, and they nodded in agreement. "But I have to clean up first. You made a mess of me."

"Wait here," Felix giggled.

Not much later, Minho was on his back, and Felix was straddling his lap. Their clothes were scattered across the floor, and Felix had pulled the curtains closed, turning on the lights instead. Felix leaned down, kissing him passionately as Minho's hands traveled down his body. He reached out for the bottle of lube. "May I?" he asked.

"Please," Felix nodded and buried his face in Minho's neck as he started preparing him. "Oh fuck," he breathed out as Minho opened him up one finger at a time. Felix took deep breaths and relaxed as he adjusted to the amazing feeling. Soon enough, Minho found himself four fingers in and Felix was breathless. "I forgot how skilled you are with your fingers- a-ah," he broke off with a moan as Minho's fingers brushed against his prostate.

Minho smirked and buried his hand in his hair, pulling him back and making him look in his eyes. "Huh, I forgot how easy you fall apart in my hands," he said and grinned succeedingly as Felix shivered above him, eyes rolling back as he poked at his prostate again.

Not much later, Felix was riding him, slowly working out a rhythm that felt good for both of them. Felix stopped suddenly and closed his eyes before shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" Minho asked gently and swallowed at the guilt clouded in his eyes. Did he regret it already?

"Chan saw," he whispered.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"He just walked in suddenly and stood in the doorway right as you…Min, I'm sorry, I should've told you," he said nervously.

Minho blinked, comprehending the information just shared, before shaking his head. "I don't care," he said and laughed weakly. "I actually don't care if he saw us or not."

"Don't you think he'll be pissed?" he asked.

"Let him be," he nodded. "I'm not his boyfriend, I never was. He has no right claiming me as his own, Felix. I can do whatever I want," he said, and for the first time, he actually believed it. "I've been patient for long enough, and he never made a move. Right now, he fucking lost me."

Felix stared at him for a long moment. "That's the first time you’ve said that and I actually believe you."

"It's the first time I believe it myself," he said, grabbing his hips. Felix squeaked, surprised as Minho flipped them over, hovering over him now. "And right now, I really don't care about him either. I have you here."

Felix's lips parted a little. "Don't you think we would've been amazing together in another life?"

Minho smiled gently. "Perhaps," he nodded and cupped his face. "I'll always be here; however you need me. You know that, right?"

"I know," he nodded. "The same thing goes for you Min. Now move before I really lose my mind," he giggled and lifted his head up to meet his lips.

Minho let him as he pulled out a little and thrust right back in. He worked out a rhythm that drew sweet moans and deep groans from Felix's throat. His hands found Felix's, and he pinned them down next to his head, fingers intertwining. Felix was chasing his lips whenever he pulled away to catch his breath, and Minho remembered how needy for physical reassurance he could get. Minho was moving slowly and gently, drawing the moment out as long as he could. Their kisses grew more passionate with every passing minute, and Felix wrapped his legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

Felix was a little overwhelmed right now. It wasn't like Changbin and Hyunjin weren't loving or gentle with him. He and Changbin didn't have sex often due to their busy schedules, which always included fleeting moments of desperate passion. Hyunjin loved to tease and help Felix explore what he liked and what he didn't. But Minho…Minho was making love to him. He'd always been gentle and caring and knew when to push which button. Today was no different, still. How he moved on top of him, held his hands, and kissed him with so much love felt different.

Minho met his eyes, and his heart skipped a beat at the expression in Felix's bright eyes. A deep longing mixed up with pure love and adoration stole his breath for a moment. "My beautiful sunshine," he whispered, and tears brimmed Felix's eyes. Minho gently caressed his cheek. "Are you okay?"

"That's the first time you called me yours," he whispered, not trusting his voice right now.

"Oh, I…I'm sorry," Minho stammered but relaxed as Felix chuckled.

"This might be selfish, but I don't mind Chan being an asshole if this is what I get for it," he said, and Minho couldn't help but laugh.

"You're an idiot," he said fondly before kissing him again and thrusting in deep and slow, hitting every sweet spot just right.

Felix shivered beneath him, his now free hand shooting up into his hair. He moaned needily into the kiss, and after a few more thrusts, he felt his stomach flip. "Min, I'm close," he told him.

"Go on, I got you," he told him, and Felix smashed their lips together before pulling away with a broken moan of his name. Minho watched his face as he stumbled over the edge, admiring how effortlessly beautiful he was. For a fleeting moment, he wondered if that was what Chan thought about him. He chased his own high, moaning sweetly as Felix pulled him in close and clenched around him. It didn’t take long for him to stumble over the edge and fill him up.

“God, you’re amazing, baby,” he said, and Minho’s throat tightened.

“You too,” he whispered, trying not to think of Chan saying those exact same words so often before.

Later, when Felix was asleep next to him, Minho still couldn’t sleep. He was thinking about the time he had shared with Felix in the past and today. He wondered if this had been a mistake or if he was actually alright with it. And somehow, he couldn’t stop thinking about Chan and the fact he saw them. Minho closed his eyes and felt his throat tightening, wondering if he just destroyed the mere chance of them forgiving each other and working this out. Before he knew it, he was up on his feet and leaving the room.

Minho closed the door quietly and stumbled down the hallway to his room. Tears brimmed his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly anymore. A sharp pain shot through his chest, and his throat tightened painfully. He clutched his chest, unable to breathe, and fumbled the door open, stumbling inside. Minho grabbed the desk in front of him tightly and leaned forward with a groan before realizing in panic that this wasn't where his damn desk was located. Only Chan had it this close to the door. How the hell had he walked into the opposite direction? "Fuck, no," he pressed out, frustrated, and straightened up, bracing himself on the wall to find his way back outside. Someone pulled him back, and Minho found himself pressed against Chan's chest, his arms wrapped around him from behind. "No," he whined.

"Shh, Min, you'll wake everyone up going outside like that," he said gently and closed his door again.

Minho was breathing heavily, still feeling like the air wouldn't reach his lungs. "I can't breathe," he said panicked. "Chan, I can't -."

Chan held him in his arms and made Minho lie down on his bed, climbing on top of him. Minho squirmed beneath him, protesting against it and hitting him forcefully against the chest.

"What the fuck?!" Minho shouted at him, and Chan quickly covered his mouth, which only fed his panic. He started kicking, and Chan groaned at the impact on his body.

"Fucks sake, Minho I'm trying to help!" he snapped at him, and Minho stopped kicking. He carefully pulled his hand off his mouth and swallowed hard at the tears running down his face. "It’s okay, you’re okay Min" he said gently, resting his hands next to his head. "I'll lie down on you now, okay?"

Minho pressed his lips together tightly before nodding. Now, he understood what Chan was trying to do. Minho needed to be held down, feel some weight on top of him to feel grounded again when he was too far gone already, and Chan was the only one who knew about it. He exhaled softly as Chan put his full weight on him, making himself heavier than he was.

Chan felt his heart race against his chest and very gently fondled his knuckles. "Take deep breaths, Min, you can do it," he encouraged him.

Minho tried his best and felt his chest opening up slowly again. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore how good it felt to have Chan so close again. He tried to ignore his familiar, comforting scent and warmth. He tried to ignore the way Chan's hands felt in his, his hair tickling his neck and his heartbeat against his chest. But he failed miserably. "Please get off me," he whispered more so to himself than Chan. When Chan didn't react immediately, he squirmed. He started pushing again as hot tears made their way down his cheeks.

"Hey, hey, relax," he told him and moaned softly as Minho's hand hit his chest again, pushing him off. "Minho, please," he told him firmly, already on his way to give him space.

Minho sat up, panting, and stared at him before burying his face in his hands, sobbing quietly. "I'm so sorry," he whimpered.

"Don't be," he told him gently and sat down in front of him. "You panicked, it's okay."

Minho shook his head firmly. "That's not what I meant," he said, looking up with pained eyes. "I…I just had sex with Felix."

Chan nodded, already knowing of it. "Him giving you a handjob can hardly be-."

"No, Chan, I just…I just came inside of him," he said, and Chan's face fell. "We did have sex."

Chan audibly swallowed and closed his eyes briefly. "Okay," he whispered.

"Okay?!" Minho asked in shock.

"I'm not mad at you," he told him, and Minho's eyes filled with tears again. "Un-Unless, that's what you want?" he asked anxiously, not knowing what was going on in his head.

"I said I wouldn't care about what you'd think," he said and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "I was never officially yours in the first place, so why would I keep on pretending I was?" Chan swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. "And it's true, I never was your boyfriend…but I still care about you," he said and sucked in a sharp breath.

"Why Felix?" Chan asked quietly. "I thought you were done being the second choice for him."

"You think he's my first choice?" he asked sadly, and Chan's eyes clouded with pain. "Felix always felt safe, no matter what, that's why. We knew what we were getting into, and that was fine."

"Sounds complicated," he said.

"Why do you even care?" Minho asked tiredly. "How am I any different from your one-night stands?"

"What?" he asked, frowning. "Min, I fucking lo-," he stopped himself abruptly and Minho nodded.

"You can't even say it now that it's real, can you?" he asked quietly, and Chan contorted his face. "It used to be one of the first things you said to me every damn morning for years now. You're so scared of the consequences that you’ll deny everything. You can't even allow yourself to tell me you love me."

"I'm the leader of this group, I can't afford to get kicked out because of some dating amongst members drama," he said firmly.

"We were never dating, though, were we? You weren't ready to label our relationship, and I should've stopped it all months ago," Minho said and swallowed hard. "Don't act like I said something wrong. We've never been a couple. You never called me your boyfriend. How is that any different from what Felix and I just did?"

"That's not fair," Chan shook his head.

"Calling me all those things and acting like I forced you into a situationship is not fair. Denying almost a year of shared intimacy isn't fair. Promising me to fight for us but not being brave enough to say those three little words isn't fair," he told him and saw Chan's firm expression falter.

"Min," he tried softly.

"Look, we’ve been having fun. And the fun has been amazing…but I want more. I want to be close to you in every single way, not just in bed or when we’re alone. You have to figure out what you want and quickly because I won’t wait around much longer Chan,” he told him quietly. "But anyways, I'm sorry for bursting in like that, I didn't know where I was going and-." He tried to change the subject, but his eyes widened as Chan suddenly moved forward and kissed him hard on the mouth. He shoved him off and panted softly. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"That's what I want," he said, pointing at him. "I want you, Min."

"I got that," he nodded. "But that's not enough, not like that."

"Please, give me a chance to explain. We can talk about this," he pleaded.

"Not tonight, alright?" he asked, and Chan nodded reluctantly. Minho got up and looked at him for another moment. "Good night, Chan. Thanks for helping me out."

"Of course," Chan nodded and watched him leave.

Minho stood still in the hallway for a moment, fingertips pressed against his lips. What the hell was he doing?

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@lilithram a most excellent idea.

Vampire Defense Test 2.0 - Camouflage

Shu Sakamaki

Giggles slowly came into earshot as Shu lazed in one of the mansion's many foyers. Refusing to acknowledge them Shu's eyes remained shut and his earphones continued to play some symphony lowly in his ears. The smell soon followed, sweet and far too comforting for his liking, becoming more and more pungent as the source of the giggle's approached.

Shu then opened an eye. Like a fool, a poor poor fool.

Your outfit was certainly something he'd give you that. You had taken the time to stick cardboard to yourself creating a complex geometric pattern. Many right angles up in his face sending his eyes spinning like marbles for a few seconds. Your laughing ever present in the background.

Until his eyes snapped back to normal as his eyes finally pushed his focus past the shapes and on your very much less angular face.

"I know how dead I am but can you really blame me?" The only response you received was the characteristic dead eyed glare of the blonde. Slowly retreating as he begins to move to sit up you don't get far before a cold hand locks around your arm.

A scream barely escapes before you're in the vampire's lap and your cardboard insult was thrown to the far corner of the room. Sitting there stunned out of the corner of your eye you see Shu staring. Weirdly staring, not in the same creepy predatory stare you're used to but instead more just a look. He didn't even have you straddle him like he normally does when he deems a dose of teasing in order to balance the scales. Then, gently this time, you feel arms pull you to your side laying with your back to Shu on the sofa.

"Shu what are you doing?-"

"Hush."

Reiji Sakamaki

Reiji really had to stop this, you were becoming an incredibly effective distraction. It was your scent, or your taste, or maybe the feeling he had after drinking from you? He couldn't be bothered to pin point it right now though, not when he had you mere inches from his fangs.

His eyes scanned your face before your hand pined by his, caught his eye. A doodle of some sort covered your palm with squares within squares. A headache began forming as your eyes widened in surprise and alarm. Breathe stopping as chills ran down your spine.

"While this was not planned on my part, you really had to spot it now rather than when we were apart and I had time to run?" Nervous sarcasm could lessen the blow surely.

Reiji was simply smirking while staring down at the woman. Eyes having forced the hand to the background of his vision. Once his focus was back to your face the headache subsided considerably. Face nearing once again towards you as you gazed up at him with an expression that told of little else but almost boredom.

"Well it seems your little trick will not be as viable a tool as you suspect." Was all you could hear in that moment. Low baritone words while being surrounded by what felt like all sides by the thing holding you in place. The gentle biting sensation in your neck was both, in equal ways, welcome and worrying.

Ayato Sakamaki

You were really starting to get on his nerves. Anytime he pops up you and your fucking eye scrambling paddle. Pulling it up and running the second his daze got fuzzy. The worst part was that when he wasn't looking for a drink you were joking with him and acting normal.

Reaching his limit and storming into you room after weeks of this treatment. So focused on finally having you there, the paddle was left sticking in the wall somewhere and you were left defenseless with a very hungry vampire across from you.

"I can't keep not drinking anything Sparks," coming out as a whisper so close to a breathe.

"But, why aren't you... you have options." Words spoken to air for all the response you got. A head thumping on your shoulder with your speech being jumbled in between soft tufts of red hair.

Cold hands awkwardly raise until resting on your hips, hesitation oozing from you both. An inhale. An exhale. A bite.

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An Era of Power

Part Seven

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: The day of the Winter Fete has finally arrived, and it is everything you could have ever dreamed of.

Word Count: 2.1K

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Genya certainly lives up to your expectations. Your Winter Fete kefta is unbelievably beautiful. Underneath you’re wearing a black, silk gown, and in that alone you feel like a princess. Then you put on your kefta.

You stare wide-eyed at your reflection and Genya’s smile is illuminous as she stands behind you. The kefta is smooth against your fingertips as you run your hands over the front of the garment.

“What do you think?” She asks.

“There’s a lot of black.” You say, tracing your finger along one strand of embroidery.

The main colour is the same dark purple as your usual, everyday kefta. The swirling patterns of embroidery that cover the hems and sleeves of the fabric are a mixture of black and gold. The fur lining is also black, something you’ve only ever seen on the General’s kefta.

“Is that a problem?” You shake your head at Genya’s question. Then you glance back at her.

“It’s quite similar to the General’s.”

“That may be the point.” You raise a brow at her, but you can’t hide your teasing smile.

“You’re meddling.”

She doesn’t meet your eyes, brushing your shoulder and picking at some imaginary loose thread.

“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop.”

“Don’t stop.” You tell her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “You haven’t done my hair yet.”

She rolls her eyes as you laugh.

“Sit down then.”

The rest of your morning is spent providing help to anyone who needs it. Polina and Pavel have you oversee their last minute practice, and you assure them both that everyone will be impressed with their summoning.

There’s a small army of Fabrikators setting up the fireworks display on the grounds, and you help them position the rockets and ensure that each and every one is angled correctly. David is very much in his element as he checks everything at least three times that you’re aware of.

As the sun starts to set, the Grisha gather in the main halls of the Little Palace and the guests begin to arrive. Once you spot Genya, you loop your arm around hers and declare that you are not letting her go for the entire night - to which she laughs and suggests you go and get drinks.

The two of you manage to avoid talking to a large number of otkazat’sya nobles and enjoy watching the Inferni twins’ demonstration. Fedoyr points out all the best sweet treats on offer, and you join him in tasting most of them.

You frown when Genya tells you she’s going to find David.

“And leave me alone?” You say, feigning shock. She shakes her head at you, before she glances over into the crowd.

“I don’t think you’ll be alone for long.”

Then she’s gone. Turning around, your eyes scan through the people gathered in the hall, eyeing the glittering jewellery and the bright colours. Until you find a familiar black kefta.

The General’s eyes are already fixed on you, and the moment your gaze meets his he’s moving through the crowd towards you. People part instantly for him, and it isn’t long before he’s standing in front of you.

He inclines his head politely, and you smile.

“I believe I had ordered for a guard to watch over you tonight.” He states casually. When you had noticed the oprichnik following you earlier today you had dismissed him. You’re certain he only followed your request after seeking the General’s approval.

“Would that not have drawn too much attention to me?” You ask.

The majority of the Little Palace believed you were simply a talented Durast that was favoured by the General - which wasn’t exceptionally far from the truth.

His eyes leave your face, dropping down to admire your new kefta which fits you perfectly. The corner of his mouth quirks,

“I doubt anyone would have noticed an extra guard, not with you looking so beautiful tonight.”

The room is already warm, but your cheeks flush in response to his words, and you glance down at his own kefta. You nod as you fiddle with your sleeve and say,

“Genya did a good job with the design.”

He nods, glancing down once again.

“Yes, I suppose the kefta is also rather beautiful.”

Your cheeks burn even hotter, but your mouth manages to form an equally coy reply,

“I’m particularly fond of the black.”

Your eyes meet his and you shiver at the intensity of his gaze.

“Would you care for a dance?” He asks, gesturing towards the doorway which leads to the ballroom, and in the distance you can hear the small orchestra begin to test their instruments.

“I would love to.”

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“Come with me.” The General murmurs quietly against your ear. He straightens himself, and you set down your empty glass on a tray. The two of you had danced together for the majority of the evening, and you’ve never felt happier. You nod, and he takes your hand to lead you out of the ballroom.

It doesn’t take you long to realise he’s taking you to the library, though you’re not sure why.

The two of you walk through the tall shelves, the General’s fingers still entwined with yours. He only relinquishes his hold on you when you approach one of the largest window seats in the library. You know this window overlooks the lake, you’ve sat on this very seat several times over the months you’ve been living at the Little Palace.

The General slides open the window at the left hand side, and your eyes widen when he hooks a leg over the window frame and climbs out onto the roof. You laugh in astonishment.

“I don’t recall this being a part of my schedule for the evening.” You remark as you look down at the ground several feet below you. The General ducks his head back through the open window, and holds a hand out to you.

“Do you trust me?”

You nod, taking his hand instantly.

“I do.”

He helps you climb through the window frame, and holds onto your waist as you gain your footing on the narrow strip of roofing.

“Careful.” He says in a low voice, his body close to yours as he steadies you. Once you’re both certain you won’t fall, the General takes your hand and leads you along the roof. You aren’t walking for long before you reach an area where the roof is slanted and the General sits down. You follow his lead, tucking your kefta and dress underneath you as you sit.

“Saints.” You breathe out as you take in the view.

As you look down, you can see the majority of the partygoers gathered out onto the grounds, and you can see the Alkemi and the Inferni heading over to where the fireworks are waiting to be lit.

The tree line of the Little Palace and the lake are illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm glow over the grounds despite the chilly winter air. Luckily the snow had melted several days ago, but the lake remains frozen solid thanks to your efforts. Even further in the distance, you can see the bright lights of Os Alta glinting through the darkness on the edge of the horizon.

“I thought you might enjoy a more exclusive location, to watch the Fete’s final demonstration.” He says, and you smile widely.

“Won’t you be needed down there? By the king, or the other guests?”

“I’d much rather be with you.” His voice is soft, as he brushes something from your cheek delicately, and part of you suspects that he only wanted an excuse to touch you.

After months of the two of you hesitating over whatever had been growing between you, tonight seems to be the night in which you have both decided to embrace it. It feels natural to sit by his side, accepting his attention and affection so readily.

Without thinking, your hand drops to rest over his, and in that moment the first firework bursts into life. You turn away from the General, but your hand doesn’t leave his. Unknown to you, he stares down at your fingers curled around his for a long moment. Even when he pulls his eyes away, he barely watches the fireworks, electing to admire the delight that sparkles in your eyes with every flash of colour.

You’re captivated by the dazzling display of light before you. A mosaic of blues, reds and purples sparkle in the sky, and your vantage point on the roof allows you to relish in their beauty. With each booming explosion of colour, the world around you is bathed in soft light that you can feel illuminating your face. Subconsciously, your fingers tighten around the General’s with excitement. Your smile doesn’t fade once during the entire demonstration.

The applause from the people below is heard clearly even from where you’re sitting. You know the Fabrikators will be pleased with their work, and that David will likely have at least ten more ideas for next year’s Fete.

“Wasn’t that amazing?” You remark, your awe from the display still evident in your voice. The General nods, with a tender smile and the most genuine happiness that you’ve ever seen on his face.

“It was.”

Pulling your knees closer to your chest, you lean down to watch the Grisha all playing with sparklers - another successful creation from the Fabrikators. Bright keftas are illuminated by the small bonfires lit as well as the dazzling flickers of light from the sparklers that dance as the people enjoy twirling them in their hands.

After centuries of watching your fellow Grisha suffer through persecution and servitude, watching them now has you feeling as though you have finally found your place amongst them.

The responsibility you feel is a little daunting, that you will bring about the turning point that they have been waiting for. But with the General by your side, and so many people that you have grown to care for, you can only feel pure joy.

“This is all I’ve ever dreamed of.” You whisper softly, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. Turning to the General, you see him regarding you with an intense look in his dark eyes. He reaches over, cupping your face with his hand.

“General Kirigan, I-” He shakes his head slightly, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

“Aleksander.” He says in a low voice. “Please, call me Aleksander.”

There’s a brightness in your eyes at the sound of his name, and a small smile curls at the corner of your lips.

“Will you kiss me, Aleksander?”

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours. For a second his touch is soft, barely there, until your hand slides to the nape of his neck, encouraging him closer. Your lips tingle, and your entire body is flooded with the strength of his amplification, the certainty making you feel as though you can do anything. Aleksander tilts his head, pressing closer as his mouth continues to steal the breath from your lungs.

You’re both smiling when you break apart, foreheads brushing together lightly as if you cannot bear to be truly parted in this moment.

He kisses you again, a chaste press of his lips that lingers as each kiss goes on - once, twice, three times. Pressing a hand against his chest, you attempt to slow his eagerness, and breathe out a soft laugh as he looks at you, his eyes wide with confusion. At the sound of your laugh, any concern melts from his expression, as he realises you only need a moment to breathe steadily.

His smile is bright, you can’t stop staring at the thrilled sparkle in his eyes, nor the windswept tangle of his hair, or his kiss-flushed face.

The two of you stay on the roof for quite some time, exchanging soft kisses and tender looks. Despite the warmth of Aleksander’s body beside you, soon you’re shivering in the winter night, and he suggests you move back inside.

He shuts the window carefully behind him, and when he turns back to face you your lips are on his once again. The two of you smile into the kiss, and Aleksander cups your face in his hands as he walks you backwards. A soft laugh escapes your lips as your back hits a bookcase, and Aleksander’s smile widens considerably.

“I have an idea.” You say softly, and despite yourself your head tilts back as Aleksander mouths at your neck.

“As do I.” He all but purrs against your skin. You breathe out a small laugh,

“Vastly different ideas.” He draws back and frowns at you. “I want to take you somewhere.”

“Now?”

“The night is still young, General.” You tease and he tilts his head aside as he considers you. Then nods, gesturing towards the door with an open palm.

“Lead the way.”

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Jealous

Content Contains: NSFW, fem reader, first person, college au, friends turned to lovers, Yoichi is a playboy, but he gets jealous, you get jealous too, unrequited love??, creampie, some possessiveness, i don’t proofread

Word Count: 6.8k (do I ever shut up!!!!!)

“Ichi,” I tapped the zoned out man’s forehead.

No response.

”Yōichi!” I whisper-yelled before backhanding his forehead a little harder this time.

His eyes snapped to me, refocusing. “You want me to kill you for sure,” he glared.

Huffing, I crossed my arms. “You invited me out to study together, why are you upset that I don’t wanna waste my time while you do nothing?” I sighed before closing my laptop, leaning forward to rest my head on the table. “You literally have nothing written down, and every time I ask a question, you’re unfocused.”

”It’s boring,” Yōichi simply shrugged before leaning back in the library chair, resting his hands on the back of his neck. His unbothered attitude annoyed the hell out of me.

“Then why were you so insistent on coming here? I could’ve finished all of my work at home in half of the time,” I softly groaned. Yōichi’s gaze was slowly unfocusing again, but this time I followed his eyes.

He was looking at the sole girl sitting behind the library’s service desk.

I rolled my eyes before sitting back up to put my things into my bag. Yōichi didn’t come back to earth until I was sliding my chair back under the table.

“Huh? Where’re ya going?” I rolled my eyes once again in annoyance, checking around the table to make sure I didn’t forget anything. He couldn’t be serious.

“I didn’t come here to waste my time while you ogle a girl. I’m going back home to finish my work,” my tone was flat. I ignored his rushed movements behind me as I made my way to the doors.

I was nothing but a few steps in front of the library doors before Yōchi caught up to me. Internally I was once again amazed at his incredible speed, externally though, I was ignoring him.

He walked beside me. “I-I wasn’t ogling her,” he began to protest, “just…” I didn’t bother looking at him, he was going to continue whether I indicated that I was listening or not. “I talked to her a couple of days ago and she’s so nice dude,” dude, she’d never get called dude. “I’m trying to get a feel of her,” I quickly side eyed him, catching a glance of his smug smile.

He’d get her, he’d get her like he gets every girl he sets his sights on. The same gentleman-like act, the same bright toothy smile, and the same soft words that lure them all into his room while his dorm was empty. I’d never experience any of that.

Not that I wanted to anyway. I mean, to be buttered up until you were pumped and dumped? To wait until he’s bored enough to comb through his roster he calls a contact list? It’s gotta be a loneliness I hoped to never experience, especially with someone as warm as Yōichi Kuramochi.

I rolled my eyes once more and kept walking. “Then just ask her on a date,” I offered emptily. This is a routine at this point.

“You think she’d say yes?” It was like we were following an unwritten script. He jogged a bit in front of me, turning around so we were face to face.

“You’re gonna run into someone Ichi,” this was a tedious pattern I found myself in. “You know she’s gonna say yes.” There’s no way he didn’t know how I felt about all of this.

His shoulders rose and dropped as he pretended to ponder, “You never know, she could have a boyfriend or something.” ‘As if that’s actually stopped them,’ if it was in my thoughts, it was probably Yoichi’s too.

”You wanna head back to my dorm? We’ll actually study this time, scout’s honor,” he raised three fingers and flashed me a toothy grin.

I walked the familiar route to his dorm in silence, thinking about how I got in this predicament. Was it when I didn’t shut him down as he talked about his latest friends with benefits situation? Was it when he took my best friend back to his room when I brought her to meet him and his dorm mates? Maybe it began when I first sat two seats to the left of him in our History of Western Art course, our professor automatically pairing us up for almost every project.

Has it really been almost a year since then?

Yoichi yawned loudly, stretching backwards. I glanced at the time in the lower corner of my laptop, 20:47. I let out a small yawn myself before closing my laptop, sliding the device into my backpack. “I should get going,” I spoke softly, not wanting to awaken Miyuki who was already fast asleep on the couch across from us.

“Want me to walk with you?” Yōichi offered, his voice a bit louder than mine as he knew Kayzua wasn’t that easy to wake up.

I shook my head no. It was only a two minute walk to my apartment complex, and I didn’t want my roommate asking Yōichi if he had any free time.

“Bye Kaz,” I whispered before leaving, offering a silent nod to Yoichi before heading out.

I realized there was no one in the apartment by the time I got home. I sighed in relief, happy to not have to recount my whole day. By the time I got into bed, it was only 23:20. It felt too early to go to bed, but the melatonin was starting to kick in and I didn’t feel like fighting it.

I felt my phone buzz before I was completely engulfed by sleep.

The sound of soft trumpets accompanied by a piano pulled me into consciousness. I clicked the off button and rubbed my face. My fingers moved to unlock my phone before my eyes even fully opened. I was greeted with three messages from Yōichi after pulling down my notifications, all sent while I was sleeping.

You left your pencil case.

Five minutes after; You like Kazuya?

Two minutes; Let’s walk to the library after your last class.

I rolled my eyes at the last text, my finger hovering over the letter n, hesitant. Where do you wanna meet?

The response was almost immediate, I’ll wait outside of your class. My heart rate briefly increased before I threw my phone down onto my bed.

“Hey,” Yōichi was waiting for me right by the class door, sitting on one of the hall’s benches.

I nodded in his direction, making my way over to him, “Hey.”

Yoichi slid his backpack to the front of his body before he began digging through it, presenting my pencil case after a few seconds. “Here ya go, you left it on the floor.”

“Thanks,” I took it from him. Our fingertips brushed together and I had to use all my restraint to not just snatch my hand back. “I was exhausted last night, I barely remember falling asleep,” I began the conversation. “Not as tired as Kaz though, did he sleep all night?” I laughed lightly at the image of a drooling Kazuya splayed over the couch hours before it was even midnight.

“Mhm, like a baby,” Yōichi’s voice didn’t carry as much brightness as his face did. His response was also uncharacteristically short.

”Practice must’ve been tough on him. Are you gonna join them today?” He missed out on yesterday for Ms. Librarian, I’m sure there would be hell to pay when he couldn’t produce a good enough excuse to the coach for skipping.

He held the door open and I muttered a quick thanks before his response, “Yeah, it doesn’t start until 3 though so we got a couple of hours.”

We entered the library and sat in the same spot as yesterday, I fought to keep my mood from plummeting into Hell. “I don’t have a lot of studying that I haven’t already done,” I offered in an attempt to hint that I didn’t want to be here long, “finals week is almost over.”

He nodded as if he understood, but his eyes showed that he wasn’t even focused on the present, just the future. I sighed, almost feeling sorry for the poor girl, but more so for feeling sorry for myself for even feeling a hint of jealousy over the situation.

“When are you gonna ask her out?” I broke after the first few minutes of complete silence. I couldn’t keep rereading the same 3 lines in my study guide, pretending that the sheepish act he put up when getting caught by the part timer for staring wasn’t distracting.

“Dunno yet,” he shrugged, his eyes flicking back to his empty notebook. If it wasn’t for the later study sessions, I’d be in awe of how he wasn’t completely failing.

“Hopefully soon,” I retorted. My stomach couldn’t stomach these shy boy acts for too long.

My phone quietly buzzed on the table. Flipping it over, I turned off the alarm. “2:15 Yōichi, you gotta head out,” my voice carried a weariness as I fell from the trance of studying. My hands moved to put my things in my bed.

Yōichi yawned, stretching out in the chair. My eyes flickered over just in time to catch his shirt riding up, exposing the waistband of his boxers and the lower quarter of his abs. I caught myself before I could show my disappointment about the freshly shaved happy trail.

After slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I headed for the door. When I went to push the door open, my ears caught the sound of Yōichi’s voice followed by a high pitched laugh. I didn’t look back on my way to the baseball field.

My mind was full of nothing as my legs pulled me up the baseball field’s bleachers. I picked the first row, one closest to but right not above the dugout.

My eyes roamed the field before I caught Kazuya’s eyes. He pulled up his catcher’s helmet and flashed me a grin while waving. I waved back before both of our attention was snatched by the sound of shouting; the reason why I chose the spot within earshot of the dugout.

Yōichi was sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as the coach continued to chew him out. Me and Kazuya caught each other’s glances as we tried to hold back smiles and laughter, nearly failing because of the eye contact.

When the yelling was finally over, I watched as Yōichi put his stuff down and joined the rest for practice. He waved over at me after Kazuya pointed me out, and I gave a small wave back. I felt my stomach flip at the happy mood he was in.

Practice was over and the sun was nearly set. I stared into the purple hues of the mixed sky while waiting outside of the locker room. Kazuya came out first.

“He’s texting someone so he’ll be a minute,” he pointed back towards the door with his thumb.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes with a smile, “We can just leave him then,” I said while hooking my arm with his, “I’m starved.”

Kazuya’s face broke into a larger smile, “That easy to give up on him huh?” As if his stride wasn’t taking the lead on the way back to his dorm.

It was nearly an hour before Yōichi entered the dorm room, catching me and Kazuya arguing over the morality of finding the villain of the show we were currently engulfed in, attractive.

“Don’t raise your voice with food in your mouth,” I retorted, the smartass attitude dripping from my words.

”Don’t start an argument with food in your mouth,” he mocked me. We glared at each other while chewing quickly, him nearly choking his food down so he could speak first, coughing harshly.

”And that’s what your ass gets,” I laughed at his misfortune. He grabbed my glass of water and chugged it down. “Kazuya Miyuki!” I hit him on the shoulder.

He pulled my now almost empty glass from his lips before shaking it, “Mine was empty,” he huffed out with a shit-eating grin.

“Asshole,” I snarled.

”Isn’t that your type?” His eyes flickered to the screen, it was paused on the antagonist. He had done so after my comment about the guy being “so fine”.

We both jumped at the sound of something being dropped onto the couch behind us. Our heads both turned to find Yōichi sitting on the couch, staring at us with one eyebrow raised.

“He started it,” I muttered while turning back to my food.

”Like hell I did,” he murmured, gently shoving me with his elbow.

“You guys didn’t even ask what I wanted!” Yoichi whined from behind us. Kazuya and I glanced at each other through the corner of our eyes.

Kazuya spoke up first, “Figured you’d be a while,” he spoke apathetically while shrugging.

”Thought you’d be on a date,” I copied his tone and actions. Kazuya had already unpaused the screen, eyes gesturing between me and the remote as if he was suggesting we turn up the volume. I smiled and barely nodded, not wanting my actions to be detected by Yōichi.

Yōichi’s order came about 25 minutes later. After he had unbagged his takeout, he wedged himself between Kazuya and I, who were long done with eating. His phone buzzed on the couch almost incessantly. I finally turned after the 14th pinging noise, his phone was turned over, hiding the screen.

“Are you gonna answer that?” I questioned, annoyed.

“Answer what?” Yōichi said flatly while watching the TV.

Kazuya and I blinked at each other. “You’re hard of hearing now?” Kazuya sounded just as annoyed.

Yōichi groaned before grabbing his phone. Click, he unlocked it before he started to quickly type. My eyes wandered over to the screen, definitely not wanting to look but the strength of curiosity pulling me in.

Library Girl was the contact name, so he got her number. The text thread was long, as if they had been talking for days.

I got practice tomorrow so it would be late if we meet up :), I forced my eyes away from the screen, my stomach threatening that the unpleasant feeling would only grow if I didn’t.

The thought of him inviting her to watch practice made a flicker of jealousy pang through my chest. ‘I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care,’ if I said it enough it would come true, right?

”Wanna continue the marathon in my room?” Kazuya’s voice brought a well-welcomed break in my thoughts.

He probably just wanted to offer Yōichi some more privacy, but I didn’t care. The increased space between me and whatever he was typing on his phone was an offer I wouldn’t pass. I took Kazuya’s hand before he led me to his room. I glanced outside the door as it closed to find Yōichi’s eyes staring at us.

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but my alarm rang almost silently, easing me out of my sleep.

My limbs stretched across Kazuya’s floor before my arms pushed my body up. My hands pressed on my lower back as more stretches forced my body up. I turned to see Kazuya still sleeping, a puddle of drool forming on his pillow. I whispered a soft goodbye before exiting his room.

I was surprised to find Yōichi sleeping on the couch, his arm hanging off and his hand open. My eyes followed down to find his phone on the floor, most likely dead. I shook my head at the sight before making my way out of the room, avoiding all of the floor’s weak spots.

The day felt much lighter with the decrease of classes, each final throughout the week serving as a hellish goodbye. This was my last one.

I let out a loud exhale as I pushed through the doors of the classroom, wanting to cry in relief and frustration. That exam was hard as hell but I was happy to have it finally done with. The urge to break out in a dance because all of my classes were finally over filled my body.

“So did you two fuck?” The obscene words made my head snap around to find Yōichi, his eyes were low and he had a slight scowl as his figure leaned back on the bench.

I ran up to him, bewilderment plastered all over my face. “What did you just say Ichi?” I asked, my voice low. Maybe I just heard him insanely wrong.

”Did you and Kaz, fuck?” My cheeks warmed at the absurd question. I had been in Kazuya’s room plenty of times without the supervision of Yōichi, where was this coming from. He now stood up, looking down at me, his jaw was pulled taut as he ground his teeth back.

“I don’t have to answer that,” I felt tears brimming my eyes but I just scoffed. The accusation made me feel gross, especially when he was accusing me of something like that in public, not a care in the world if his voice was heard. My legs carried me quickly out of the lecture hall, but not fast enough, Yōichi quickly caught up.

”I invited that girl to practice today,” he said carelessly. I wanted to punch him.

“Oh nice,” I tried to keep the sarcasm low, but if he caught it, then so what? I was growing tired of these dickventures of his.

The air was thick as we made our way to the baseball field. My face finally broke when I saw Kazuya, running up to give my savior a hug. His embrace was warm, unlike the air created by the earlier confrontation.

“Hey,” he spoke over my shoulder before I pulled away a little. I looked back to see Yōichi give him a nod before heading into the locker room. Kazuya looked at me puzzled and I just shook my head.

I picked the same spot as the day before. It was only a couple minutes before I heard the bleachers beside me creak. I snapped my head to the side, my eyes landed on a girl with dark brown hair falling to her chest. She flashed me a white smile before mouthing something. I put up a finger before taking out my earbuds, “I’m so sorry, can you repeat that?”

My mind blocked out her name. It would be pointless to learn it. I knew who she was anyway, I knew why she was here, I knew that eventually she’d be gone too. I couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness for everyone who falls for Yōichi, whether they know what they’re getting into or not, it’s a sad cycle.

We looked over at the field to see Yōichi pointing towards us while talking to Kazuya. Both of them waved and we returned it. She giggled when Yōichi saluted and did a military-esque turn back to his spot at the plate, “He’s so funny!”

I swallowed down any animosity that built in the pit of my chest and continued conversing.

Yōichi was much faster to get out of the locker room this time, and Kazuya and I trailed behind the pair. We rolled our eyes each time she punched his arm lightly at a joke he made, or shared glances whenever they would “accidentally” brush against each other while walking.

Yōichi exchanged a well known glance with Kazuya before Kazuya began to spill some nonsense about needing to stop at the mall for some new shoes. Yōichi nodded along with a smile on his face until Kazuya locked arms with me, “Not to mention we had scheduled dinner at this new local restaurant and we absolutely cannot miss that, right?” Kazuya beamed at me, not noticing the slight falter in Yōichi’s expression.

I pretended not to notice as well. I pretended not to notice how his gaze wandered when his date’s eyes closed, I pretended not to notice how a little bit of his boredom with her stories slipped out occasionally, I pretended not to notice the hard looks he would give me and Kazuya if we joked a little too loud behind him.

I simply nodded my head, “Yeah, it was hard to get,” I squeezed his arm.

We left without much more words.

I spent the evening ignoring the day’s earlier events. Every so often I would get a flash of Yōichi’s expression as he accused me of having sex with Kazuya, but it would leave at the same speed when Kazuya would speak up.

We got takeout again, and the slip of “God they knew what they were doing,” ignited another argument about morality. It was while I was doing dishes that Kazuya got a text.

”He says she’s gone now,” I could hear the smirk in his voice, “and there’s the thumbs up.” He got laid. I forced the sick feeling down as I finished rinsing the dish in my hand, promising to finish them in the morning.

A yawn escaped my lips as I picked up my own phone, “Damn, it’s late. Did he say he was walking her?” I stared at the 2:03 displayed on my phone. When had we left? Around 7? The feeling in my stomach threatened to grow.

”He said he already did and that he was back in the dorm.” Kazuya pushed himself up on his knees before groggily pushing to his feet. “I better head back.” We exchanged goodbyes, and as soon as I locked the door back, I rushed to my room.

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes felt dry and I could practically feel the redness irritating my skin. I rolled over to bury my face in the pillow, ignoring the next wave of tears that threatened to pour out.

Buzz.

I lazily pulled my phone out from under my pillow. I squinted, blinking away the water to get a clear glance at the notifications.

You didn’t answer my question earlier. This was sent during my crying episode, when I had my phone on DnD.

Are you ignoring me?

Kazuya is home. He looks happy. Did he get some?

Should I ask him?

Stop ignoring my texts dude.

I’ll just come over to ask tomorrow. This was the last message he sent before it hit 4 AM.

Are you up? Started a new thread at 9:07 AM. God, did he even sleep?

Are you really not gonna answer me?

It’s a simple question, I don’t know why you’re trying to hide it from me. We tell each other everything, right?

Kaz is still asleep so I can’t ask him yet. He’ll probably be asleep all day since we don’t have practice. I don’t wanna wake him just for this. So you’ll bug me incessantly about it?

I’m coming over. The last text was the one I just felt a couple of seconds ago.

My eyes widened as I bolted upright. If it normally takes me two minutes to walk here, Yōichi takes less than a minute. I scrambled around my bed before heading to my bathroom. My eyes were red, it definitely looked like I had been crying. The introduction of cold water so early in the morning caused me to gasp.

Before I could even dry my face, my phone started ringing. A close up picture of Yōichi’s face filled my screen as my phone vibrated on the sink. There was a knock at the door before my hand could even reach for my phone. I rushed outside of the bathroom and towards the door, sliding to accept the call despite the door opening to reveal the person on the other side of the phone.

“Good morning,” he said dryly before hanging up the phone. I moved to the side as he entered, kicking off his shoes that landed with a thud.

“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, “she’s still asleep.” I didn’t want to wake my roommate out of respect for our shared space, and I didn’t want to see the sight between her and Yōichi. “Here, in my room.” I grabbed his hand to lead him.

Once in, he snatched it away. I sighed before closing the door, preparing for the accusation for a second day.

It caught me off guard when Yōichi grabbed my wrist, and pulled me closer to him, our foreheads almost touching. The grasp wasn’t tight, but the shock of the action had me rigid.

“I-Ichi,” my voice was barely a whisper as I looked back into his eyes. I studied his face quickly, noticing he had eyebags and his lip was slightly curled up.

”Did. You. Have. Sex. With. Kazuya.”

I felt my chest tighten with dread, “Is it really that big of a deal if I di-“

His grip wavered for a second before he righted himself, “So you did,” his jaw clenched.

My head shook from side to side quickly, “No, oh my fucking god, I did not fuck Kaz. Never have, never will. Can you fucking stop? What’s your issue dude? Where is this even coming from?” I snatched my hand from his grasp, my stance growing more defiant in frustration.

Yōichi’s face immediately softened once he took in my words. “You really didn’t?” His voice was much softer too, I felt one of his fingers brush against my hand but I didn’t move.

“No,” I sternly stated.

He let out a big sigh before rubbing his forehead. “I just. I don’t know,” he started explaining, “I just saw the way Kazuya was looking at you the other day and then you went to his room… I didn’t know what to think. I sat up almost all night wondering what you two could be doing that couldn’t be done around me. That’s when that popped up. It was stupid, I know.” He took a break in his rambling to look at me.

I didn’t realize I was crying until his thumb brushed against my cheek, the skin feeling wet.

“I’m sorry,” he sheepishly uttered. “I was wrong for accusing you of that… even more so for how I reacted.”

I turned my head away from him, unable to meet his gaze. I wanted to forgive him immediately, I couldn’t stand the sight of him looking at me with begging eyes. The words to ask for a proper explanation for this whole debacle were pushed back by the thought that if I said anything, I wouldn’t hesitate to break down.

So we stood there in silence. It wasn’t until his phone buzzed did we move. Both of our eyes flashed to his pocket before he pulled it out. I wanted to scream, shout at him to leave. I watched in cold silence as he responded to the message with quick fingers before sighing.

“Did you feel sick?” I finally spoke up.

“What?”

“Did you feel like you were gonna throw up when you imagined me and Kaz?” My voice was low, I still refused to meet his gaze.

He was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he finally admitted.

I felt my heart thump against my ribs. “Did it make you feel like your chest was going to explode when you saw us after, the thought of us sleeping together stuck in your mind?” My eyes slowly moved to meet his.

More silence. “Yes…” I could tell that he was wondering what the purpose behind my line of questioning was.

“What did it feel like when you thought Kaz and I had dinner yesterday, probably sleeping together for a second time while you railed some other girl?”

”Fucking horrible,” he blurted out, tears were finally forming in the corners of his eyes.

I felt breathless, “So you finally get it.”

He looked at me confused, “What?”

”You finally fucking understand what it’s like to sit back and watch someone you care about fuck someone else.” The admittance left me feeling embarrassed, but I didn’t waver. ”I mean, night after goddamn night I had to watch you seduce some girl and bring her into your room. The team manager, the TA, the my fucking best friend, and now the girl from the library. Month after month I just sit back and watch as you built some list. I felt that same sick feeling every single time. Every day I’d feel that burning pit of jealousy grow, knowing your attention would never be on me in the same way. No, not in the same way, I want something different. I wanted you to care for me in the same way I do for you; I wanted so desperately for you to drop everyone else for me.” My chest rose and fell quickly. I couldn’t think of the proper words to convey how I wanted him to want me.

Yōichi’s eyes were wide at my sudden confession.

Silence fell again. Painful silence as we stared at each other. I wanted to kiss him, to hit his chest and yell at him to leave, to kiss from his lips to his neck, I wanted to hand his shoes to him and hit the door on his back.

Yōichi took a step closer. It took everything inside me not to move, to stay neutral. His hand slid under my jaw and up to cup my cheek. I watched as his eyes traveled down before landing on my lips, quickly flickering back up to meet my eyes once again. Was that a signal for a kiss?

His head moved towards mine, stopping right before our lips touched. My breath hitched in anticipation, an ache began to form in the pit of my stomach.

“Please,” I softly whined, the embarrassment settling in mere milliseconds after the plea left my lips. My face grew hot.

Yōichi’s lips quickly pressed against mine, the light kiss only lasting a few moments before he pulled away and flicked his eyes to mine; he was asking for permission to continue. I couldn’t form words, I only nodded my head yes.

His lips fluttered soft kisses, increasing my yearning each time he lingered for just a few seconds longer in comparison to the previous one. I tangled my hands into his sweatshirt, pulling him towards me in the earnest attempt to get him to keep his lips on me.

He pulled away once again, earning a persistent whine from me. “Is this what you want?” The tone he held made me want to pounce on him. ”With your words,” his hand was on my chin as he was looking in my eyes.

I shook under his touch, his control was intoxicating, “Yes Ichi, yes please.”

He let out a satisfied hum.

My eyelids fluttered shut as his lips connected with mine once more. The delicate kisses slowly grew more intense, his tongue gently pressing between my lips. I shuddered at the sensation of his tongue sliding over mine, toying with it as he rolled his tongue around my mouth. The haze in my brain continued to grow with each movement he made, the need between my legs growing at the same pace.

I formed strained fists around the fabric as one of his hands slid across the back of my neck, making its way into my hair. He pulled ever so slightly. My chest rose and fell quickly while my body began to tremble at the contact. I’ve craved this moment for so long, jealousy long replaced by yearning.

His lips pressed against my neck, they were light and soft. My jaw clenched tightly as I fought off any embarrassing noises. ‘How sensitive would I seem to break for a few neck kisses?’ The thought kept me from coming completely undone under his touch.

In an effort to distract myself, I focused on his other hand, tracing the line of my spine before landing on the small of my back. His fingers played with the waistband of my night shorts, pulling them slightly away from my skin before letting go, retreating back over the fabric.

His lips came back to mine, the kiss was now becoming sloppier, tongues pushing against each other as I tried to keep his from leaving my mouth. I could feel the spit beginning to dribble down my chin.

His fingers were now prodding into my waistband, going back and forth under the elastic, not passing the point of my underwear. The contact between my bear back and his light fingers threatened to pull every string holding me standing.

My own fingers began to travel in desperation for him. I hooked both index fingers in the waist of his sweatpants. They paused for a second, I was nervous; not nearly as experienced as Yōichi. The mentioned male’s fingers now reaching over my ass and rubbing my clothed cunt was enough to get over that thought.

The corners of Yōichi’s mouth curved and I knew I had lost, I couldn’t stop the sounds that broke from lips, especially not when they were forced open by his tongue. Fingertips barely brushing over my clit was nearly enough to make my knees buckle, but I tensed, trying to stay as still as possible. He was a tease, he knew how to get someone hooked and needy for more.

I was palming him over his sweats now, my hand moving slowly over his hardening cock. Every increased inch left me in awe, my imagination running with images of what it could possibly look like. For almost all of the tropes we filled, I had never walked in on him naked. I had only heard second hand accounts from my friend of what it was like, how big it was, and what it looked like. Another hitch.

My brain switched from the satisfaction I got from feeling him push into my hand, his own moans starting to mix with mine, and the satisfaction of his fingers now pressing more energetically on my clit. My legs were faltering now, my body leaning more and more onto Yoichi as my panties grew increasingly slick.

I cursed him for his rigid stature, how he mildly kept his composure under my touch unlike me, who was coming undone with every aching move of his fingers. I wanted to beg him to push his fingers inside me, to satisfy the longing.

When Yōichi finally pulled out of the kiss, I was huffing, my body slumped over onto his. I probably looked so pathetic; spit running down my chin onto my neck, my hands needily pulling at his sweats. My face felt flushed as he chuckled down at me.

“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” the admittance caused my eyes to widen. His hand the back of my neck and moved to grab my chin, his thumb gently ran over my wet lips. “From the day I laid eyes on you, I just wanted to press you against the nearest wall and make you mine,” his voice was low and his breathing heavy, “I tried every night to get you out of my head, had so many girls beating at my chest because your name slipped. I was so frustrated every time it wasn’t you.” My chest thumped so hard I was scared he could hear it.

His fingers were tracing over my lips now, rubbing my slick against my pussy. I whimpered as his thumb pushed into my mouth, barely making contact with my tongue. His hand fidgeted in my clothes, pulling at the crotch of my panties.

I noticed, however slight it was, his desperate pants, the way his hand still pushed into my stilled hand, the light tint on his cheeks. The corners of my mouth twitched upwards as I sucked on his thumb, earning a low groan from the man.

“I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t,” he was almost whining. He pushed down my pants and panties in one go, I lazily kicked them across the floor. My thighs felt sticky.

I ached as both of his hands pulled away from me before he kicked off his own pants, a groan leaving his mouth as his cock sprung free from his boxers. He laughed at my soft gasp before rubbing the hand he had used to touch my pussy with earlier across the tip.

The trance caused by the slow swirling of his fingers was broken when he wrapped the other hand around me before making his way backwards to my bed. We turned, and he gently nudged me onto the bed. I laid on my back, suddenly feeling extremely shy. My thighs pressed together tightly.

He pushed my glued legs up with one hand, I drew in a shocked breath as he began rubbing my now exposed pussy. “I-Ichi?”

He hummed, “Hm? Feeling shy now?” He chuckled before leaning forward. The sensation of his warm tongue gliding from my slit to my clit, pushing apart my lips, caused my back to arch.

I began to pant as he repeatedly lapped at me, mind going numb at the unrelenting swirling and prodding of his tongue. “Ichi, Ichi I’m gonna,” it couldn’t have been that long since he started, but I already felt my body growing warmer with each movement of his tongue. One of his free fingers started to poke at my entrance. I whimpered as he slid it in, his moan vibrating against my clit. I felt dizzy with his finger delving in and out of me.

“Cum for me then, give it all to me please,” oh my god I couldn’t think. Without warning, my body tensed as I bucked my hips, reaching my orgasm. He moaned into my lips, my body twitching with every flick from the tip of his tongue. “Good girl, mmph, so good.”

Yōichi finally sat my legs back down, they were practically jelly under his touch as he spread my thighs apart. The tip of his dick pressed against my entrance before he slid it up, running the length of his cock between my lips. I offered a low moan, still breathless. He ran it up and down a handful of times, I could feel it twitch when he would prod it against my hole.

I felt his warm breath against my neck. “I’m gonna put it in now, I need to,” he exhaled. The tip began to slide in; my hands gripped onto his shirt so hard that if my mind weren’t drunk on the thought of his dick, I probably would’ve been concerned about it ripping.

I clamped tightly around every inch that pushed in before he finally bottomed out. He hissed softly, and I couldn’t tell which one of our chests were closing the gap.

He stood still for a few seconds, hips jerking every so often as if he was having a hard time not moving. “I-I can’t,” he murmured into my ear before slowly pulling out. He only moved back enough for the tip to be the only part left in. His dawdling movements didn’t last long before his hips accelerated.

The creaking of my bed and the sound of my headboard tapping against the wall mixed in with our moans. Yōichi leaned down for another kiss, his tongue much more aggressive in comparison to his earlier flirtatious pecks. His lips pressed against mine with need, my body trembled underneath his. His hips snapped against mine while he pushed my knees up. The small amount of my mind that was still sound allowed for me to be embarrassed as to how easily accessible I was for him in this position.

“So good, so… so good,” he groaned into the kiss. I clenched down, the warmth slowly turning into nearly unbearable heat as my pelvis tensed. I couldn’t choke out the words to warn him about my incoming release.

My back pushed my chest against his hard, my body aching as it twitched helplessly under his grasp. I choked out a cry as my mind went blank, the flame in my stomach finally encapsulating my body.

I went limp under him, his pounding becoming more erratic as his hips rushed faster. It was all I could do to moan into his neck with every overstimulating thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he repeatedly muttered before one final thrust, burying himself to the hilt into me.

He eased down on top of me, not completely putting his full weight. We stayed like that for what felt like hours until he caught his breath and rolled over beside me.

He pulled me closer to him, tracing a finger over my hip before planting a kiss against my sweaty temple. I could feel the smile against my skin, but I was too lazy to look up.

“So…” he began, “about a date…”

My face became flushed again, “D-don’t talk about something sweet like that while..”

”While my cum is leaking out of you?” he shamelessly continued. I scoffed, “Alright alright, we’ll talk about it in the bath.” I hit his chest and he just laughed.

My eyes snapped wide open as I heard the slam of my roommate’s bedroom door.

#smut #Yoichi kuramochi #kuramochi youichi #Youichi kuramochi #Kuramochi yoichi #X reader #kuramochi x reader #Youichi x reader #Yoichi x reader #Kuramochi yoichi x reader #College au #diamond no ace #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #is there even an audience for this #I never see anyone talk about this anime anymore #ace of diamond

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goldenavenger02 · 2 months

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a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you

She had hoped she wouldn't be like the others.

(Expanded and edited entry for Who Wrote That. Enjoy my very Taylor Jenkins Reed inspired work)

She had hoped she wouldn't be like the others.

After all, she had been with Cliff longer than his long list of ex girlfriends, flings and one ex wife; so long that despite having her duties as the elemental master of lightning that kept putting off their honeymoon, he insisted that he would wait.

He was rich and famous; the combination that resulted in him owning his own yacht and his private mansion nestled deep within the mountains of Ninjago far away from any paparazzi or freelancers looking to make a quick buck off of their romance.

That same combination also meant that he could simply talk to whoever was listening, sign an autograph or two and be in a five star resort within the hour.

So what if their honeymoon had to be postponed until after she played her part in defeating and trapping the Serpentine, only to be immediately followed by the betrayal of Krux and Acronix? Cliff stayed the whole time, insisting that it didn't matter how long it took, they would be together.

But, all things fade with time; in hindsight, she should have known that he would leave her for another woman.

It was a pattern that she had foolishly chosen to overlook where he would find a fresh face and treat her as if she was the only woman in the world, only to leave her when the next shiny face caught his eye.

Maybe that was why she never told him when she found out she was pregnant just two months after he slid the divorce papers across the table without a word after what felt like years of zero communication, or maybe it was when she finally found it inside of her to tell the elemental masters who had children of their own as she sought out advice.

But maybe it was as she held her son close to her sweaty skin after hours and hours of labor, with his bright red hair and two different color eyes that represented Cliff in the amber brown and herself in the bright blue, only to realize that she wasn't as strong as Maya and Lilly.

He would constantly be in danger from the various enemies that attacked her and the rest of the elemental alliance, especially if he developed her powers as he grew up.

Not to mention the fact that despite the venom of the Devourer continuing to corrupt Garmadon, he as well as Wu were on the track to become Masters in their own right just like the First Spinjitzu Master had been; she had been a first hand witness to how violent and how deadly the battles could become and the thought of her own child being a player in the large game of destiny made her stomach hurt.

So, she searched.

She scoured all of Ninjago, looking for someone who would make sure her little firefly would grow up safe, normal and away from everything that had to do with his father's fame and her duty to the world.

Until she found the scrap yard; sure, a scrap yard wasn't an ideal place to raise a child, but it wasn't the business that made her sure, rather, the couple who ran it.

Ed and Edna Walker were on the older side with zero children, but the way Ed spoke to his wife in the loving tone she had heard from Cliff back when she was his world and the delicious smells of all sorts of various dishes wafting feet from the small trailer made her confident that they would raise her boy in the way she wished she was able to do so.

As she laid her firefly down in the car seat and strapped him in, she made sure to bundle him tightly with the zebra stuffie that Maya had given her. Her son, Kai, had never really found an interest in it unlike her baby, who was fascinated with it from the moment he saw it.

She let him hold her finger as she tried to pen a note to her boy, trying to imagine him as a teenager after being told the truth but for once in her life, no words came to mind; it wasn't like she could look into her own future and tell him things that she didn't even know.

In the end, she simply wrote down Cliff's address and used the last of her scotch tape to tape her spare key to the envelope before tucking it in beside him in the car seat. When he found out, he could go to his father and learn about her that way.

Despite how much she despised her ex husband, she knew he would be safer that way; there was no world where fame was less safe than being the bearer of pure, elemental power.

But before she could bring herself to knock on the door of the trailer, she leaned in close to him and took in the new baby smell one last time before saying her final words to him.

"You'll be safe here, my little firefly."

With that, she pounded on the door firmly and quickly before ducking behind a stack of tires, obscured from the view of the door as it swung open to reveal a middle-aged man.

"Oh my stars!"

"Ed? Is everything alright?!"

"Come quick, Edna!" The man bent down to lift her son out of the carseat, holding him tight to his chest just as the woman came out, wrapped in her pink bathrobe.

"Oh, Ed…" She trailed off as she touched her boy's cheek, resulting in a tiny sneeze, "he can't be more than a few days old."

"But why is he here?"

"It doesn't matter why, he's ours now," Edna declared matter of factly before reaching over and pulling her boy into her arms, "our own special gift."

She stayed there long after the lights dimmed again before finally bringing herself to sneak out from behind the tires and leave the scrap yard, allowing herself to follow the wind no matter where it led her.

#angst #lego ninjago #ninjago #my writing #fic #who wrote that #libber gordon #ed walker #edna walker #cliff gordan #jay walker

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alovelywaytospendanevening · 19 days

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I would really like to hear all your theories on Duane Higgins in Wingmen! I also find him an intriguing character 🤔

It all comes down to the notion that he was in love with Jack, but didn’t realize this.

Unlike Fred and Jack, he isn’t fully homosexual — maybe he's even mostly attracted to women. Gay men simply can’t be unaware of their nature, even when trying to repress it, because we’re attracted to only one gender. There's only one option. But the situation is more complicated when it comes to guys like Duane. He was raised and lived in a deeply heteronormative society, where the possibility of same-sex romance wasn’t even considered. So he never considered the possibility of being attracted to Jack, and was satisfied enough to be friends with him while pursuing women on the side. The text itself explains a little about the social rules that Jack and Duane, as two adult men, were expected to follow in their interactions:

"He figured he felt as deeply for Jack Hardigan as he did for any man or woman alive. He never considered using the word “love” to describe the emotion—love being what mothers felt for sons and vice versa, what occasionally fathers felt for sons, and what infrequently and with great caution one felt toward a younger member of the opposite sex." [...] "the two had managed to hang together like husband and wife, or more accurately, like twin brothers." "Despite the closeness between these two, they had not corresponded while they were apart. Attachment for another man is not something two grown men easily admit, so Duane was flabbergasted and secretly overjoyed when the orders came for his transfer to Jack’s squadron."

That all changed when Fred entered the scene, though. Yeah, Duane was envious of Fred’s accomplishments as a pilot, but that’s only part of the issue, the part he allowed himself to admit. He was mad. Mad at Jack for breaking the social rules of male behavior. Mad at Fred for (successfully) pursuing Jack and creating this whole situation. And, deep down, he was beginning to get mad at himself for never having had the courage to try anything with Jack when he had the chance to. Notice that, despite being obsessed with finding out the truth about their relationship, he never threatened Fred and Jack. He knew this could ruin Jack’s life, and he didn’t want that. He was just mad this was happening, and couldn’t stop thinking about the matter.

The character is a representative of this “grey area”/bisexual kind of man. How many of them are there? Most of them spend their entire lives defining themselves as nothing but straight, simply because that's the pattern. In a society more open to accepting different sexualities, like the Western world is starting to be, they could’ve had very different trajectories.

The epilogue raises other questions, too. Was Duane conflicted about the end of his marriage? And he certainly reflected on his feelings for Jack in the post-war years. Did he ever try to approach another man? Fred doesn’t expect to hear from Duane after the funeral, but that’s his (very biased) take. We know he never liked Duane. But what if he saw in Fred someone he could confide his hidden feelings?

By the way, thanks for all the questions. I never had the chance to discuss Wingmen before, so I’m very glad to reply!

#ask #duane higgins #wingmen

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profeyandere · 9 days

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𝐍𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐁. ─── ☾ 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓

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Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: Napoleon Bonaparte x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mention of murder, blood, subtle flirting

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

"That is mine!"

The loud exclamation coming from outside caught the attention of the three men who were currently in the private study of the king of France, then protected by so many men that not even a fly could have flanked each of the human barriers, who kept all his secrets safe, even if they had been useless enough to have let in not just one, but three elusive people who had managed to enter not only the palace but the study itself that produced so much interest to the Templars and revolutionaries; If any of the high officials found out about the disaster that had occurred in that place, several more heads would be guillotined in the public square in addition to those who belonged to high society.

A small arrow, one that Arno could distinguish anywhere in the world due to the thin lines of different colors that decorated the wood of it up to its tip, pierced the smoke caused by one of the bombs that the assassin had dropped on the ground only to have a chance against the guardians of the king's private room, this being the one that found its trajectory to be able to pierce the skull of the man whom another person had previously targeted. The man wearing his black hood took a couple of steps back to put distance between the corpse that was now falling limply to the ground in front of him and his person, while the artillery lieutenant slowly lowered his arm in whose hand he was carrying his gun, ready to shoot whoever had attacked his new friend. When a shadow appeared in one of the windows, a slightly shrunken figure that they were barely able to see due to the previously mentioned smoke, Napoleon turned the barrel of his pistol towards the newly arrived person and fired without any care, listening a high-pitched screech from the newcomer who promptly found his cover on the king's desk, while Arno imitated his action and hid, waiting for the right moment to attack.

"Don't shoot, for God's sake!" Exclaimed the newly arrived person, you, the elusive assassin who had been sent by the clan to protect the young Frenchman who had joined the troops a while ago. "I just arrived and saved your asses. Is it so difficult to at least say thank you?"

Your breathing, at that moment, agitated by the seconds of tension experienced with the bullet fired, tried to find a pattern to relax and become calmer, letting the muscles in your body stop tensing and find a little peace at that moment. Arno couldn't help but sigh when he heard your voice, recognizing it instantly and leaving his hiding place, then surrounding the wide wooden desk to find your slightly shrunken body with a small dagger in your hands, ready to attack if necessary; When you saw him, your serious face changed to a more serene and kind one. He still wondered why you were constantly following him, but he assumed it was simply out of concern.

"I'm glad to see you're still alive. I thought they had captured you the last time we worked together," Arno mentioned as he extended his gloved hand to help you up from the ground, calmly watching as you accepted his help and put your small, sharp weapon in the belt of your pants.

Napoleon surprised that a second assassin was found at the same scene, could not help but appreciate with fascination the elegant figure that belonged to you. The wide hood with the long cape gave you an almost elegant touch if it weren't for the fact that the last seams of it seemed slightly corroded by wear due to the constant friction against the ground, even if your black boots with rounded toes were sufficiently heel enough to raise you a couple of centimeters; the cape was never short enough nor the heels high enough for you. Even if his eyes knew that there were two people in the room with him, if he were really crazy he would think he was seeing double, or at least he would think that a female version of his new friend was with him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the reunion, but I remind you that we must go," Napoleon intervened, drawing both Arno's attention and yours. Seeing your hands together sent a strange shiver down his spine, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. "We don't have much time. Let's go."

The lieutenant's order filled your ears. His voice was loud, not enough to intimidate you but enough to make you think about your actions and words twice before doing or saying anything; It's not that you didn't trust the new one, which obviously you didn't, but you also didn't have the option of completely distrusting when a new troop of extremists and templars were about to besiege the office with the arrival of Arno and the various alarms he sounded on his way until you get there. The man with slightly long and straight hair caught your attention, having already gone ahead to flee the place when he discovered a false wall that hid an elevator that would take you to the city sewers. Your mouth dropped open at the sight of such a mechanism, and even Arno could almost make out a gleam of fascination in your gaze.

"I thought these things were myths. Are there also corridors that lead to different rooms of the palace, or does that not exist?" You asked out loud, releasing the murderer's hand to address your new friend, who was surprised by the funny and obvious questions you had for him. "That is, I had heard about these things, but he never imagined that they were real. How the hell did you find out this existed?"

A soft sly smile appeared on the face of the lieutenant, who entered the elevator behind you and together with Arno, it being that precise moment in which the cabin had begun to descend that Captain Rouille quickly entered the office with a small group of extremists who looked around with horror when they saw the carnage that the murderer had caused. The latter, in search of some object, ordered the prompt search for some documents that the murderer had gone to recover and that he had left to be destroyed in the large fireplace lit with its warm flames; Both Arno and you, surprised by the arrival of that man on the scene, were ready to say and act accordingly, being reprimanded when you felt the lieutenant's hands on you to stop you.

"Yes, Captain Rouille has that effect on people," Napoleon spoke as he moved his right hand away from Arno's chest, while his left hand slowly moved away from your slightly open mouth, apologizing to you by giving you a quick look that you responded with a slight nod.

"Friend of yours?" Arno asked rudely, acting slightly aggressively by bringing his body threateningly closer to the Frenchman who had helped you; He could have been shot as soon as Arno arrived in the room, and he could have left you in the office if he hadn't warned you, so at that moment you had to trust him for the "favors" he had done for you.

"A persistent thorn I haven't managed to pluck out," the lieutenant responded, remaining calm in the face of your friend's ruder attitude, looking at you out of the corner of his eye to verify that you remained almost as calm as him, being for him a sign that this was one of the facets of the murderer, listening to how he insisted on several occasions to return to the upper floor in order to recover those documents that were so important.

His more childish attitude made you sigh and speak up, stepping forward to intervene before Bonaparte did.

"We would never find them with the mess they're making right now. I don't think it's necessary to risk your life or mine right now for something that we can obviously recover later or that, with a lot of luck, will be eliminated before they find it," you said seriously, noticing how the elevator finally stopped and bounced gently beneath you to warn of your stop, making sure how the brown-haired man gestured for you to be the first to step on the ground and leave the small cabin in the one where the three of you had descended. "We will come up with something, you don't have to despair now when we are so close to achieving it. You have to be patient."

With a slight nod from Arno, you decided to take the first step to set foot on the cold stones of the sewer, looking with disgust at the different puddles there were, not wanting to guess what they were made of. Although it was not a recent invention, and despite the various complaints that there were still in the streets of Paris about how disgusting it still was to see people throwing their garbage out of the windows, there was still a part of the population that refused to listen to the proposed by the neighbors due to the plague and how unhygienic that unpleasant practice was; The fact that they wanted to create a network of pipes that ran throughout the city to collect waste was something you would really like to see before you die because you couldn't stand having to dodge excrement and so much other waste on the street.

"You handle yourself well back there. I don't suppose you've ever considered military service?" Napoleon questioned Arno, following your trail while he found himself walking alongside the murderer who remained with his mind still wandering over those papers that he knew he must have brought with him.

"I'm not much following orders," Dorian responded seriously, gently frowning, an action he frequently performed when something was really bothering his mind.

"Ah, the bane of generals and statesmen: an individualist. I know the feeling," said Bonaparte with a subtle smile as he took a couple of steps forward to try to set the pace a little, stopping momentarily when he saw that the other man deviated from his path to be able to go in search of something he had perceived thanks to his eagle eyesight. "Men like us have an advantage over most in the Arme, you see: we can think for ourselves."

That statement caused a dry laugh to leave your lips, causing the lieutenant to direct his gaze towards you. She found it curious the way in which a woman did not seem as modest as the ones she already knew, but rather you seemed to be more libertarian and honest when it came to speaking, almost wanting to attack her comment with your laughter.

"Why work as a team if you have yourself?" You asked sardonically, stopping when you made sure that your clanmate had detoured through one of the tunnels to head towards one of the nearby treasures that he had possibly ascertained about with the sight provided by the ancestors. "I see it. Arno Dorian, a soldier in the French army. And then what? Marshal in ten years?"

"Of course dear. If you say so," you heard Arno say through the echo that bounced between the walls of the sewers, causing a sly smile to appear on your face as you made sure of the sarcasm with which he had responded to you.

"It's actually a good offer, but where the heart leads, a man must follow. Look me up if you ever change your mind."

Napoleon's proposal remained in the air, evidently, he was a stubborn and stubborn man who did not accept a denial as an answer. He could become a fearsome man if he did not share friendship with you or became your enemy, so you assumed from that moment on that you had to maintain a relationship with the man at all costs to prevent him from being against you if necessary you needed allies for your fight. The arrival of Arno, after a few seconds in solitude that you shared with the Frenchman that seemed eternal, you finally continued walking to continue your journey towards the surface.

"My name is Bonaparte. Napoleon Bonaparte," the named one introduced himself, this time taking a little lead to be able to guide you to the safest place he knew without being seen by the extremists or the Templars. "Second Lieutenant of Artillery, for now."

"Arno Dorian is the man who follows us. I think you've heard me mention his name before," you said in response, avoiding his questioning look that seemed to ask for your own name, although you didn't give him any answer to it. "I'll assume you don't want us to place you here if they ask us about you."

Napoleon shook his head gently, coming to his senses instantly.

"Indeed. And, a personal favor: If anyone asks, I was never here," the lieutenant indicated with a soft smile, looking at you out of the corner of his eye while he stretched his posture a little to appear a little more imposing in your presence, perhaps trying to make sure if you were or not looking at him. "Watched the whole thing from a furniture store across from the Carousel."

Arno, who was behind you, looked with a circumspect look at the way you occasionally turned your head to the man in uniform next to you, sometimes letting him get a little ahead of you to look at his wide back and his strong shoulders, while the other only tilted his head a little to look at you, your clothing and the small dagger that rested on the belt of your pants. Somehow, it seemed like you were both dancing around each other curiously as if you had never seen someone like the other in your entire life. You had met many French soldiers, and he had recognized a couple of murderers walking around Paris, so you questioned each other about what made the other so interesting; Maybe it was the authority that Napoleon seemed to exhume that attracted you so much to his person or maybe it was seeing your strange agility and sarcasm that caught the lieutenant's attention so much. The only thing you knew was that you found the other a fascinating specimen.

Your footsteps sounded in unison as you climbed the stairs that marked the final stretch of your adventure together; It would be unlikely that the three of you would meet again for a similar mission.

"You may want to take cover," Napoleon murmured, placing his arm in front of your body to keep you behind him while you watched Dorian stand behind one of the boarded-up furniture in the room, prepared for whatever might happen later. A surprising explosion caught your attention and made the entire room resonate, causing various tinted bricks to be thrown in your direction, but they did not even touch you due to the protection that Napoleon's body provided. Looking over the lieutenant's shoulder you spotted a small unit of French troops, in their typical white and blue uniform, in front of the hole destroyed by one of the cannons that had been fired at the abandoned house. That caused your mouth to open in surprise.

"Everything all right, sir?" Asked one of the soldiers as he entered the hole opened by the cannon shot, trying not to fall due to the various pieces of wall that now protruded, verifying that Bonaparte's condition was correct, making sure of your presence next to that of the other assassin who still remained behind the sofa that had covered him.

"Fine, Corporal. Superb shot!" The brown-haired man complimented, directing his gaze towards you for a moment before slowly removing his arm from you, making you smile again as you raised one of your eyebrows curiously. "Regular drills are critical to a regiment's success. I'm afraid we part ways here."

"What about Rouille?" Arno interrupted, coming out of his hiding place and ending your strange intimate moment, making your different gazes stop on his tall person.

"Give me a few days. I'll see what I can learn of his current position. Perhaps I can arrange an introduction," Napoleon replied before noticing how you went around him and took the lead to leave the building, making sure how the sunlight now bathed your body covered by your black uniform, and that stylized your petite figure a little.

With a quick farewell to your companion, Napoleon took off after you. He made sure how they found you by gently rubbing his eyes at the change in light; You had spent several minutes underground or covered by a shadow, so feeling the sun's rays on you was a small surprise that bothered your bright eyes.

"You saved us, and now you abandon us. Where are you going?" Napoleon questioned as he stood next to you, in front of his carriage that would take him to his residence. "Maybe I can take you closer."

"I don't think it's necessary for you to take me anywhere. I can manage," you said with a soft smile, then caressing your cheek as your pupils adjusted to the change in light. "You have a lot of work to do. I wouldn't want to bother a lieutenant for something like that."

Your leg was about to move away when Napoleon stopped you again, this time gently grabbing your arm, causing your gaze to turn to him again due to the sudden grip.

"Is there any chance you can at least give me your name?" That question made you realize one thing: Napoleon was really interested in you, and since he was interested, there was no way he was going to give up anytime soon.

"There is always a possibility, Lieutenant. Don't give up on looking for me, maybe you'll find me running away from one of you men, or you'll find me perched on the window of your office and, by then, maybe I'll give you an answer to that question."

With those words, you freed yourself from Napoleon's grip before walking towards one of the benches near your position, cutting a rope that was attached to a counterweight with your dagger before flying into the air, causing a strange smile to appear on Bonaparte's face, making him think that he had received an arrow shot because of you.

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insomniacwriter17 · 11 months

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Saved from the Flames - Chapter Seven

“When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.” --Richard Kadrey

Billy Hargrove is 9 years old. He tries his best to be the son his father wants him to be - quiet, respectful, and obedient. But Neil just pushes harder and harder, all in the name of raising a "strong man". When Billy is removed from his father's custody and placed in foster care, it takes some time for him to realize his world is no longer burning around him. New experiences, new people, new opportunities all make Billy realize there's a whole lot more to life than respect and responsibility.

AKA: The story of how Bob Newby became a real life superhero for one little boy who needed saving.

Inspired by this post I saw from @connordax

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CW: Descriptions of abuse, mentions of medications being inappropriately used on a child

Bob was so proud of how well things were going. Billy was answering questions so well, with little hesitation. His voice had gotten stronger and a bit braver as they got deeper into the questioning.

Then Dr. Luke asked the breaking question. “So, can you tell me how you broke your arm last summer?” Dr. Luke looked up from the papers in front of him, only to be met with wide blue eyes beneath messy curls.

“Y-you know about that?” Billy whispered, instinctively pulling his arm to his chest, as if it still hurt. Dr. Luke nodded, and Billy frowned. “How?”

“Your dad gave Ms. Gabby your medical records, and she brought them here before we came,” Bob explained softly. His voice was soothing, lapping at the anxiety in Billy’s chest, and the blonde found himself gravitating closer to the man. Bob took Billy’s weight easily, letting the boy snuggle up against his side. “That way we know of anything that happened before that might impact your health now.”

Billy nodded at that, thinking deeply as he rested his head against Bob’s shoulder. If his dad had given the medical records to Ms. Gabby, then he must’ve explained what happened to his arm. So after a few seconds of silence, Billy quietly admitted, “Daddy accidentally pushed me down the porch steps.”

Bob was so, so glad the boy was looking down at his lap and not up at Bob, because he couldn’t help the shocked look that crossed his face. Dr. Luke, ever the professional, simply nodded. “That sounds scary,” he empathized, looking back down at the records in front of him.

Patient guardian states that patient fell off swings at park and landed on arm wrong. Patient was unwilling to speak to doctor or nurses during examination or treatment. Patient guardian informed doctor that he had given patient over the counter pain medication before bringing patient to clinic which could be impacting patient’s ability to respond. Patient guardian could not provide name of medication or dosage amount. Re-evaluate at follow-up for potential DPS referral.

He’d poured over Billy’s records that morning since Gabby had dropped them off bright and early – there had been no follow up at that clinic; Neil had taken Billy to a different clinic to have the cast removed. In fact, the running pattern was that Neil never took Billy back to the same doctor – it was always a different one, spanning from Hawkins all the way out to the edges of Roane County. Most of them said no medical history was provided from previous facilities, and almost all of them said that Billy had taken pain medication before coming into the clinic and that was why he wasn’t talking.

Luke flipped through a few more pages of the file before looking back up at Billy. “Did your dad usually give you medicine before you went to the doctor?” he wondered. Billy nodded, squirming uncomfortably on the exam table. The paper cover crinkled beneath him, and Billy stilled himself just as quickly as he’d started moving.

“Yeah, he said because I got scared he’d give me medicine to feel better. It always made me sleepy,” Billy admitted, looking up at Bob. “Maybe that would make me feel better next time,” he suggested innocently.

Bob seemed lost in thought for a moment before he snapped back to reality, nodding. “We’ll, uh, we’ll see,” he stuttered out, looking to the doctor.

“Do you know what medicine it was that he’d give you, Billy?” Dr. Luke asked. According to the records in front of him, Billy had never been prescribed any sort of medication for anxiety.

“It’s the little pink one,” Billy told him, holding his fingers up with just a little space between them. “We first got it because the school nurse gave it to me after I fell in some itchy grass at school.” Dr. Luke’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Is it called Benadryl?” he asked skeptically, his own stomach sinking. Billy shrugged and then looked at Bob, tugging on his sleeve. Bob looked down at Billy and leaned down when Billy tried to whisper something to him. Then Bob looked up at Dr. Luke with an amused smile.

“Bathroom break?” he requested, and of course Luke nodded. “Okay, come on, kid.” Bob hopped off the exam table first, helping Billy down and then opening the door to the hall. “See it down there?” He pointed to a door at the end of the hallway, and Billy nodded, choosing to make his way down the hall by jumping from black tile to black tile, avoiding the white ones.

As soon as Bob watched Billy close the bathroom door, he turned back to face the doctor, a disbelieving look on his face. “Is he saying that Neil drugged him before doctor’s visits?”

Luke sighed and ran a hand down his face. “That’s what it sounds like. And I don’t know how much you’ve read of these files –” Bob shook his head. “ – it doesn’t sound that off-course. I’m going to go grab some Benadryl and see if Billy can tell me if it’s the same pill.” Luke stood and made his way past Bob, stopping to put a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Just breathe, okay? This is why we brought him in, isn’t it? So we can get some answers to Gabby so they can investigate further.” Bob nodded, and Luke squeezed his shoulder before letting go. “I’ll ask him about the pills, do a quick physical, and get you two out of here.”

Bob nodded mutely, staying in the doorway so Billy knew what room to come back to when he left the bathroom. This time, Billy chose to jump on all the white tiles on the way back, and he looked at Bob in surprise when he saw Dr. Luke gone. “Are we done now?” he asked hopefully. If he’d known that was the case, he’d have gone to the bathroom a long time ago!

Bob chuckled. “Not quite yet, kiddo, but almost. Dr. Luke has just a few more questions, then he’s going to do a quick check-up. And then we’ll be done.” He helped Billy back up onto the exam table before settling beside him again, and this time the boy didn’t hesitate to loop his arm through Bob’s, leaning his cheek against Bob’s arm.

“You thinking about what toy you want when I bust you out of here?” Bob wondered, just to break the silence. Billy shrugged.

“I dunno yet,” he admitted. There was another knock on the door, and Dr. Luke walked back in, a small plate in his hand.

“Alright, Billy, I have a question for you. If I show you these pills, can you show me if one is the pill your dad gives you before you come to the doctor?”

Billy shrugged. “Maybe?” He craned his neck to see the pills, and Dr. Luke held the plate out.

There were three pills on the plate. One was circular with a line down the middle, the second was capsule shaped, and the third was circular with a smaller circle in it. “That one,” Billy pointed to the capsule shaped pill. “It’s that shape.”

Luke couldn’t help but sigh in relief, nodding at Bob. “Okay, good job, Billy, thank you.” He placed the plate on his desk before picking up his stethoscope. “Last bit before we’re done here,” Dr. Luke smiled. “Can I take a look at you? I just want to listen to your heart and lungs.”

Billy nodded, sitting up and pulling away from Bob enough that Dr. Luke could examine him. “Alright, Billy, I’m going to lift up the back of your shirt so I can get a better listen,” Dr. Luke explained, waiting for Billy to nod his agreement.

This allowed Luke to take a closer look at the boy as he moved the stethoscope around. As suspected, there were bruises and cuts at various stages of healing littered around Billy’s small back. Making mental notes of where so he could notate them on Billy’s chart, Luke dropped Billy’s shirt hem back down and patted Billy’s shoulder. “We are all done here, good sir. Thank you for letting me take a look. You’ve been so good for us! We need to make sure Ms. Maggie up front gives you a sticker.”

Billy’s face lit up at that, gasping. “A sticker?” He got a sticker and didn’t need any shots?! He liked this doctor a lot more than any of the others he’d seen before. He looked to Bob before he wiggled himself off the exam table, Bob following suit and letting Dr. Luke lead them to the front.

“Ms. Maggie, our good friend Billy here needs some stickers. Think you can hook him up for me?” Billy trotted behind the doctor, looking over at the desk where a small blonde lady was already digging in a drawer on her desk.

“I sure can!” Maggie replied, pulling out a plastic box. “Come around over here, Billy. Let’s take a look and see what you want.” A few feet away, Luke was having a hushed conversation with Bob.

“Nothing to be immediately worried about that I noticed,” Luke told Bob. “Seems like a perfectly healthy boy who’s been through a lot. I’ve got a lot of notes to send Gabby’s way, but you two are good to go.”

Bob watched with a soft smile as Billy was trying to decide between a motorcycle sticker and a giraffe sticker. “What about the medicine?” he asked after a moment, swallowing thickly. “That’s not going to hurt him?”

“If it’s the medicine he pointed to, it’s just Benadryl. No long term effects…not for Billy, at least. For his dad, on the other hand?” Luke shrugged. “But that’s not our concern. As far as we’re concerned, Billy is healthy and I have a feeling as long as he’s with you, he’ll stay that way.”

Bob let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. “Thanks, Luke,” he replied gratefully. “Thanks for making room in your schedule for us this morning.”

“Happy to. And you know the drill, if anything comes up, give us a call.” Luke’s gaze slid to Billy, who was busy smoothing a sticker onto his shirt. “What’d we land on, kiddo?”

Billy turned to them both with a grin. “Ms. Maggie said I could have both! So I have a motorcycle and a giraffe!” He pointed to each of the stickers as he pointed them out, shuffling back over to Bob.

“What do you tell her?” Bob encouraged. Immediately, Billy stopped and turned on his heel to face the receptionist.

“Thank you, Ms. Maggie!” he recited politely. Then he turned back to Bob, an expectant look on his face. “Are we leaving now?” Bob reached over to ruffle Billy’s hair and nodded.

“Yup, we are on our way to the toy store now. If that’s what you want to do, of course.” Bob’s teasing turned to laughter as Billy immediately nodded. “Alright, let’s hit the road then.”

“See you later, Billy,” Dr. Luke called after him, and Billy turned to offer him a shy wave while his other hand reached for Bob’s. And then they were walking out of the doctor’s office, and it was the first time Billy could ever remember leaving the doctor’s office without crying.

“You, my friend, did so good!” Bob praised as he helped Billy into the car. “How’re you feeling right now?”

Billy buckled his seat belt and looked up at Bob with a shy smile. “Good,” he admitted quietly. “That wasn’t as scary as it usually is.”

“I’m glad,” Bob smiled as he started the car. “And no shots!” He flipped the radio on for the short drive to toward the store, relaxing a bit now that the hard part of the day was over.

Melvald’s wasn’t that busy, especially considering it was just barely lunchtime on a Friday. So Bob and Billy made their way inside, Billy’s hand clasped in Bob’s tightly. “Well, look who it is!” a friendly voice rang out no sooner than Billy had stepped through the doorway.

“Hey, Joyce!” Bob greeted, lifting his free hand in a wave. “Didn’t know you were working today!”

A brunette woman with kind eyes turned the corner from where she’d been behind the counter, smiling at the duo. “Yeah, Jeffrey called out at the last moment, so I came in after I dropped the boys off at school. Now who is this little guy?”

She knelt in front of Billy, smiling softly at him. Bob squeezed Billy’s hand before proudly saying, “This is Billy. He’s going to be staying with me for a little bit. Billy, this is my friend Joyce!”

“Hi, Ms. Joyce,” Billy offered shyly, dropping his gaze to his shoes.

“It is so nice to meet you, Billy!” Joyce’s voice was warm, kind, and soft. “What brings you guys in today?”

Billy didn’t say anything, so Bob simply said, “We are on a mission for some toys. You know the rule: no one comes to Bob Newby’s house and doesn’t get new toys!”

“That’s so right,” Joyce hummed, standing back up so she could give Billy some space. The boy looked a little overwhelmed, having scooted closer to Bob’s legs and refusing to look up from the ground. “The boys seem to come home with something new every time they visit.” She stepped back toward the cash register, though not before reaching out to grab Bob’s arm and squeeze it gently. “You guys holler if you need me, okay? I’ll let you look around.”

Billy was cautious at first, walking slowly along the aisles and taking it all in with wide, curious eyes as Bob followed behind him. There were so many toys! Billy’d never had much in the way of toys, even when his mom was around. Most everything came second hand from thrift stores and neighbors, so he’d never even seen this many toys in one place.

By the time they’d made a full round of the toy section, Billy still didn’t know what to get. “Listen, bud, you’ve done a lot of really hard things in the last few days,” Bob told him as they stood by the basketballs. He knelt down to look at Billy, who had taken to studying his shoes. “You had to come to a new place, meet a new person, and then you had to go to the doctor. And you did all those things so bravely, so let me tell you what: we’ll get three toys today for the three really hard things you did. How does that sound?”

Billy looked up, eyes wide, but not fearful this time. This time, it was almost hopeful. “Three toys?” he repeated softly.

Bob nodded, holding up three fingers. “Three toys,” he promised. He watched as a smile spread across Billy’s face, and the boy bounced excitedly on his toes. “Does that help?”

Billy nodded, a smile stretching across his face. “Alright, off with you then,” Bob laughed, standing back up. Billy was off like a shot, and Bob hurried to keep up. Before too long, Billy had picked up a G.I. Joe action figure, a Mr. Potato Head, and a stuffed teddy bear.

“Is this okay?” Billy wondered, standing there with the toys clutched in his hands and wide, blue eyes.

Bob just smiled, nodding toward the cash register. “It’s perfect. Let’s get them, kiddo.” Billy grinned, turning on his heel to head to the cash register where Joyce was waiting, a smile on her face as she watched them.

From in front of them, Bob heard Joyce gasp excitedly. “Well, would you look at these! Those are some good toy choices! Those all look like things my Jon would pick out.” By the time he met Billy and Joyce at the register, Joyce was leaning against the counter so she could look down at Billy, who was grinning up at her. “I take it Mr. Bob’s paying for all this?”

Billy giggled and nodded before looking over to Bob, who was already pulling out some cash. “What’s the damage, Joyce?” he teased, all while Billy stared into the paper bag Joyce had handed him with his toys.

They were his. Mr. Bob said so! The thought echoed in Billy’s brain until Bob was nudging him toward the door, and Joyce’s voice broke through the spinning thoughts. “Bye you two! It was good to see you!” Billy grinned over his shoulder at Joyce since his hands were too full to wave.

And if Bob didn’t know any better, he was pretty sure Billy skipped to the car.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #ao3 #insomniacwriter17 #bob newby #foster care au #sftf #cw: child abuse #cw: medication inappropriately used #bob newby deserved better #billy hargrove deserved better

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If you're still doing the ask game, I would love more about Albus Novinha, Enfia que cabe and Grande Familia. I hope that 2024 has been kind to you so far and if not, I am sorry to hear that and I wish you better days ahead

Once more I apologise for taking so long to answer! Thank you both for asking and for your patient. I hope this answer will be entertaining. So: Albus Novinha is a first pov story about a sixteen year old Albus whose handsome and charming new transfiguration teacher is a certain time-travelling Dark Lord. The idea of a young, malleable and sweet Albus is simply too much for Voldemort to resist. Here it is:

Now I’m an adult – I like to think so – and what I came to know tints the memories I have, sharpens the details of certain dates. I can recall the pattern of Ariana’s braids the day she was attacked, the dirt on her scrapped knee, the torn sock, the torn dress. I knew that day would change me, and it did, as it changed her; I knew memory would be merciless. I didn’t know so with Tom – what was that first meeting after all but a handsome man, some flirting, the general effects one should expect, later that night, on a teenage boy teeming with hormones? But perhaps I had a hunch. You see, I had never met one of his kind, I was not inoculated against his effects. Say, a wild fox that knows not her hunter. And yet, didn’t he, or the stamp of his power, kindle some unease in me? Something I buried and would continue to bury the following months as I grew more and more enthralled by him.

No, I’m lying. The unease itself appealed to me. He didn’t come to me, crossed oceans of time to find me, as I would later learn, by ship, by consuming its crew, with soil from his home carried in coffins. His soil was the same as my own and I meet him by daylight. But his teeth were sharp and I devised a hunger in him as he looked at me that day, as he held my hair, my wrist, and it thrilled me, as it thrilled me to be called pretty. What excuse can I offer? I--

I was sixteen and liked men. Is that enough? I know I wasn’t a child. But at the age, having been earning some money for a while now, hailed as gifted by all my teachers and fellow students, I thought by my brilliance and power I’d go to the world unharmed.

He would teach me things I did not yet know.

Grande Família is a Grindeldore raises Tom story, and it's been nagging me for a almost a decade now. It's in its early stages:

Grindelwald, an only child, knew very little of it, so he entrusted Dumbledore with the minutiae around acquiring das Kind; it was Al, whose arms were accustomed to holding babies, he being an older brother of two, that chose the furniture for the room, the toys, the books (including muggle fairy tales, mobile airplanes, teddy bears, a train set) and the clothes their little antichrist would come to use. Wife chores, he’d teased, taking between his fingers one of Dumbledore’s strings of hair, kissing it. Albus had smiled, used to it. There was some truth to the joke: Albus, having insisted they expanded their family, was to play the role of mama since he was so keen on adopting the brat; Gellert was happy to be the husband coming home late, whose parenting consisted of less bureaucratic endeavours. And that was generous of him, really, because his first impulse, upon seeing Tom’s future and tasting his power with his seer’s eyes, was to kill the boy.

He had told Dumbledore of what he’d seen, whilst playing with his lover’s hair as he laid over Gellert’s chest. They weren’t in England then but in the Soviet Union, trying to make sense of how much the new state had been accepted by Russian wizards. How much Stalin knew, and thought to share with his comrades, about the existence of magic. How many had died.

“This child will grow up to be more powerful than me and you. I’ve never seen anything like it. A born Parselsprache too – though we believed they were extinct.”

The languid sinew of his lover, the fall of his hair over his shoulders, the lightness of that spindly body that turned over his to fix on him a blue-eyed stare.

“An obscurus?”

“No. Just raw, absurd power.”

“Where is he now?”

“Some muggle hovel in London.”

Finally, Enfia que cabe is a shameless omegaverse in which Tom, in the year 1943, realizes that Dumbledore is an omega and his obsession with his teacher grows exponentially.

Almost five years of virtue had not been enough to erase that first sin. Tom had pictured many revenges for Dumbledore’s crime of disapproval. But these were childish fancies. Wasn’t he shedding this skin? And yet, when the talk grew of Dumbledore facing Grindelwald, Tom felt a prick of annoyance, that his professor should be distracted by other Dark Lords. Indeed, Dumbledore had been more preoccupied lately, thinner, paler, often looking out of the window when there was still light. The furrow between his eyebrows wasn’t fear but some odd sadness, and he seemed unaffected by the cheerful holiday mood. He’d gaze at Tom sometimes, at a chance meeting on a hallway, as if through a veil. Tom didn’t dare try to [] on these moments, but he didn’t need it to guess that his teacher had slipped somewhere in his mind from which he returned, a few seconds later, putting on the [] smile, exchanging some pleasantry with Tom and then moving on. Being a creature of boundless greed, Tom wanted to follow his teacher there, to the marrow of his mystery. Many times he had felt, though his occlumency was almost as good as his [], that Dumbledore could see everything within him. And what he saw he didn’t like.

I hope you liked it!

#ask meme #my fic

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joaquinwhorres · 2 years

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My interaction with Maddie was only part of the problem, the asbestos and my mental health were the start of it but the main problem was outside people telling me to delete and me listening to them, it just became habit, yes by interaction with Maddie was bad but you are correct, it was an excuse, all of it was and I wanted to send this to let you know - scarlet

Scarlet, I'm going to warn you right now I'm not going to pull any punches. Especially since you told @decennia that I was a reason you deleted this latest iteration of your blog when all I asked for was communication & receipts to ensure any accusations were verifiable. So let's jump into this.

1. Erratic behavior is not excused by having poor mental health. Erratic behavior is a sign you need to get help for your mental health. You have weaponized your mental health to stop any questioning of your unreliable Tumblr presence and to make people give you countless chances and feel bad for you. This is the same thing the community is recovering from in terms of Maddie. So stop it. Take your medicine. See a therapist. Get help. Stay away from Tumblr until you are healthy enough to stop deleting your blog.

2. You have verifiably lied to me. You told me on March 6 that I was your first friend after telling me that you were new to the OC community.

Yet when I was doing a deep dive of a friend's OC I stumbled across this URL and gif attribution which follows the same format you do.

When asked about it, I was told that it was you. That they had known you for a YEAR. And that the pattern of deleting and coming back was not new but that sometimes you stayed away for months on end.

After this I continued to pull on the little strings that always put me on edge about your blogs. That gave me bad vibes. And the more I pulled at these strings, the more seemed to unravel.

3. For someone who charges Maddie with making them feel like an outsider, who bemoans their lack of friendships and publicly claims to want connection, your actions do not support this. And I don't just mean the deletes.

You regularly and unceremoniously remove people from your tag list without notice or frankly cause. I don't know why you removed me early on when all I did was say hi and reblog your content with loving tags. I know I'm at least two other creators you have done this too who were somewhat hurt and very confused by it. That was weird, it wasn't suspicious.

Every time you start a new blog it's with a new blog name. So if people search your old blog names they won't find you. Unless you follow or start sending asks, no one knows where you are. Again, weird, but not suspicious.

And then yesterday I found out that you only allow messages from blogs to follow. Why would someone who wants to make friends and connections only allow messages from blogs they follow? Why wouldn't they want to open up communication with different people in the community?

Unfortunately I wasn't able to get these or my questions about your Scarlet Letter answered because you deleted your blog shortly after messaging me so I could message back.

Although according to what you said to Kei, apparently I told you they were just excuses?

But then I got these asks which affirmed not only my suspicion thar you were weaponizing your mental health but also that you were not being fully honest about your deletes.

Reasons you've given for why you delete:

Your family

Not taking your medication

Bullying from Maddie (despite that not being anything close to something Maddie was accused of before. In fact it's almost the opposite behavior.)

Not feeling welcome

Anxiety

Now Asbestos?

Me (when I just simply asked to talk to you about receipts)

Each time you are confronted it is a different but equally dramatic and sympathetic reason. And people's patience is running out.

In fact, it has raised suspicions and not just from me. Below is a screenshot someone sent me of a conversation they had with you

And that takes me to this last point. Admittedly, I just have suspicions and inferences from the above and from screenshots I've been sent.

4. I am suspicious that you are behind SOME (not all) of the anon attacks. Obviously I cannot prove this because anons are anonymous. But here's what set me off.

I have blocked every anon I got. A lot of people have. And yet people with the same phrasing and complaints end up in my mailbox. Yes this could be a group of people or others. But by deleting your blog and making a new one always with a new blog name, it makes it impossible to block you or follow and find you.

You first appeared in May of 2021 when the Darklina drama and anons first started happening. You regularly appear and delete during anon drama.

You have changed your name from Scarlet to Reyna and back to Scarlet much like our anons who always go by different names despite s'enfuient copy and paste asks.

The anons complain of not being welcome in the community. If there being elite blogs and queens of the community. This is eerily close to things you've said about the community. The cry for attention and obvious struggles with insecurity are not unique to your blog but it's adding up.

Then jumping in on the Maddie conversation and making a huge claim without any receipts? And that was so markedly different from their M/O. Then when I asked for receipts you claimed I was a reason that made you want to leave. You began villainizing me to Kei & Dina. It wasn't until Dina asked you to respond to me that you did. (But again didn't give me the chance to answer.) and you outright out words in my mouth to Kei (screenshots below). I have never seen anyone self combust in such a way when asked for receipts and proof. Except for anons when we asked for receipts about different things they claimed. It's very convenient your deleted blogs mean you don't have any.

5. I don't even know what to say at this point so I'm just going to attach links to screenshots I was sent that support the above points. I know your gone, but if you come back you have answers to give and accountability to take.

Kei. Dina.

#anna-tiope #scarlett situation #scarlet situation

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happy dadwc day darling 💚 I'd LOVE to see "One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc." from the platonic prompts for Zevran x Warden, especially if it features certain gloves, boots, or an earring.

hndfshjkl okay so I'm not sure how much *adjusting* happens here, but it IS about the boots and the gloves

they're SOMFT and anyone who says otherwise can Fite Me™

for @dadrunkwriting under a cut because this got out of hand whoops

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There was something to having possessions of your own, something precious and identifying and grounding, something that had always been lacking for both Ariya and Zevran. Odd, the similarities between being raised in an alienage and an assassins’ guild. In Denerim, there simply weren’t possessions to be had—they were lucky to have food in their bellies or wood to patch the holes in their shack-like houses. And with the Crows, anything that might be perceived as valuable or precious was just a weakness to be exploited.

Perhaps that was why Ariya was so attuned to little trinkets that reminded her of her companions. Small statuettes that made Alistair’s face light up with delight, etchings that bore some religious significance for Leliana, anything laced with silver or gold for Morrigan. She collected scrolls and tomes of fantastic adventures to appease Wynne’s wanderlust and bottles of all manner of booze clinked in her satchel, waiting for Oghren’s flask to run dry. Shale and Sten were a bit harder to read, but she eventually cottoned on to the golem’s preference for anything that sparkled and the warrior’s unexpected affinity for art.

With Zevran, though, she hesitated. Their association was still tentative, fragile even. Not impassionate—the tips of her ears still burned at her companions’ thinly veiled references to her vocality and the distinct lack of soundproof tents. But they knew so little of each other beyond the cords of muscle and curves they’d traced with hands and lips and tongues.

Perhaps she would get him a leash. That would have more than one use, not the least of which would be keeping him from leaping in front of every blade that threatened to touch her.

She found the boots in a chest in Haven. She checked every nook and cranny for loot—as was her practice—even while her companions stood and gawked at the blood-soaked altar. Her first instinct was to present them immediately: Zev’s boots were serviceable, but worn from the copious amounts of walking they’d done, and spattered with the lifeblood of painful memories to boot.

Still, what if he thought she meant something by it? Or what if he thought she didn’t mean something by it? Was he keeping track of all the gifts she’d given others and wondering why she hadn’t given him any? Did she mean something by it? Did she want to mean something by it?

Ugh. She needed a drink.

The boots stayed rolled up and stuffed at the bottom of her pack long enough that now it would be awkward to explain where she’d gotten them and why. They conquered the Gauntlet and revived Eamon and trekked all the way to the Brecillian Forest, and still the boots sat like a stone underneath her provisions and healing poultices.

Then, as if following a script, the solution presented itself. In another chest, a pair of gloves, more Dalish in design than the Antivan pattern of the boots, but complimentary enough that she could present them together as a set. With some luck, Zevran wouldn’t question whether they’d come from the same place or not.

She still turned the words over in her mind as they wandered back in the direction of Redcliffe, wondering how she should broach the topic. With everyone else, she’d gotten over the awkwardness, for the most part. She could just throw something in their laps, bask in the warmth of appreciation, and leave. It really shouldn’t be any different with Zevran, and yet it was.

Or was it?

“Mi amor.” His voice was like warm honey and she shivered in the best way as it curled around her ears. His eyes tracked her as she skirted the edge of the fire and came to a stop in front of the stool where he was sitting. At this angle, her knees were almost even with his and she inched close enough that they were just touching, enjoying how the firelight glinted in his eyes when he tipped his head back to look at her.

“Mi pajarito,” she answered in kind, then hesitated. Her hands fidgeted with the frayed threads of her backpack until Zevran’s rough palms covered them, stilling them with the gentlest of pressures.

“Tsk. There are so many knots in your mind, I can see them from here. Tell me, what troubles you?”

“It’s nothi—”

She broke off when his fingers suddenly tightened around her wrists and he tsked again. He gave her a knowing look.

“It is not nothing, not when it has been spinning your mind since we left the mountains. Tell me, tesoro, so that I may fight your battles with the proper weapons.”

“I have something for you,” she blurted, heat already rising in her cheeks. Curse her father and the easy blushing he’d passed down to her. She tugged her hands from within his grip and focused on loosening the straps of her pack, so she wouldn’t have to look at his bemused smirk and the raised eyebrow she just knew he would be giving her.

“For me?”

Ariya nodded absently. A few bottles clinked against her dagger maintenance kit as she dug into the pack, finally managing to extract the boots and gloves without dumping the rest of the contents on the ground. She thrust the garments into his lap, looking determinedly anywhere other than his face.

There was a brief, oppressive silence, then Zevran gave a bemused chuckle. “You’re giving me…boots? And gloves?”

Her blush deepened. “Yes.”

“…may I ask why?”

Ariya huffed. “If you must.”

The question didn’t come right away. Her chin was still tucked into her neck, gaze trained firmly away from the other elf.

“I have boots. And gloves. They’re quite serviceable.”

“That’s not a question.”

Two fingers pressed against her jaw and she let him tilt her head upward, though she kept her eyes petulantly downcast.

“Amor,” he said, voice impossibly soft. “Won’t you look at me?”

Like metal to a magnet, she couldn’t resist. His smirk had morphed into something softer and his eyes were like pools of chocolate, brimming with adoration and something a little deeper than the lust she usually found there.

His fingers traced the line of her cheek, trailing fire across her already burning skin, around her ear, until he was cupping her jaw and stroking her face with his thumb.

“You look so lovely when you blush,” he murmured. “But I would not have you be embarrassed to speak with me.”

“I’m not—”

His thumb pressed against her lips and she snapped them shut, more to contain her instinctual urge to bite his finger than any desire to stop talking. She watched as he toed off his dusty boots and kicked them aside. His hand dropped from her face as he pulled on the new pair, humming appreciatively and flexing his toes. The gloves were next; he tugged the leather over his hands, bringing them up to his nose and breathing deeply.

“So,” he said, voice carefully neutral and still making her heart thrum uncontrollably in her throat. “Focused on taking good care of my extremities, are you?”

“Well that goes without saying.” As always, in her discomfort she fell back on snark, a shield against any sort of emotion. Zevran tugged her down onto his lap, scooping her legs so they were slotted against each other like puzzle pieces. Her pack thudded, forgotten at his feet. She drew one of his gloved hands into hers and lightly traced the leaves and branches that were embossed in the leather.

“They’re Dalish,” she finally admitted, voice smaller than a field mouse. “Like your mother’s.”

He flipped over the hand that she wasn’t holding captive and studied the patterns with renewed interest. He turned his wrist so the oblique angle of the fire caught the design; his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“So they are.” Damn him and his composure. “You…remembered that story.”

It wasn’t a question, exactly, but she gave a hesitant nod anyway.

“Why?”

“Why?” she repeated, confused. Her heart sank; was it too much? Maybe he thought she was obsessive. Maybe he would have preferred she sell the gloves to Bodahn and give him the gold.

“It has no personal consequence to yourself. I’m not sure what advantage you gain by preserving the knowledge.”

“What advantage?” Ariya lifted her head off his shoulder so she could pin him beneath her frown, her reservations chased away by incredulity. “You think I have some kind of angle? Zevran, the gloves made me think of you. So did the boots. I thought you would like them.”

She drew away and made to stand, a new kind of hurt bubbling in her chest. For all her concern that her lover would think she was asking too much of him romantically, she’d never anticipated this reaction. Had thought they were past these kind of suspicions, to be perfectly honest.

With lighting fast reflexes, Zevran snaked his arms around her waist and clamped her back against his torso. One of her hands immediately flew to his chest, ready to shove him back off the stump until he deftly caught her wrist and pinned it to her side

“I do like them, tesora.” His breath was hot against her ear and a surge of desire mingled with the anger and hurt in her heart. “Forgive me. Old habits die hard. It is not an excuse, but it is all I have to offer.”

He drew a finger around the shell of her ear and she suppressed a shudder. The leather was soft and starting to warm from the heat of his hand.

“You were worried about my reaction,” he commented idly, as if he wasn’t turning her into a puddle with the slightest of gestures. “Why, if not for this?”

“I—” her anxiety returned full force and her throat closed, cutting of her speech. She closed her eyes and tried to swallow, but didn’t quite succeed.

“We’ve mostly gone on as before, since we started…”

“Knocking boots?” Zevran wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and tapped the heels of his new shoes together. She rolled her eyes and bumped her head against his chin at his ensuing chuckle.

“I suppose I was worried about overstepping in…whatever this is.”

“This is…whatever you wish it to be. I will not ask more of you than you are willing to give.”

“But what of you?” Her eyes searched his face, trying to see past the guarded expression to the depth of feeling she knew must be there. There had been flashes, moments when his walls came down and she saw something more. She wished he would stop hiding it from her. They could use that steady footing right about now.

“Me?”

“What do you wish it to be? I’m not one of your targets; you don’t have to be with me this way. This is a choice we each make. Separately, yes, and then together if we decide.”

He cocked his head and she watched as the guard slipped away and confusion, then realization, then cautious hope played across his face. He pressed their foreheads together; she threaded her fingers around his braid and he held his lips a whisper above her own.

“My heart is already yours, mi amor,” he said. “For as long as you’ll have me.”

“Be careful with those promises, mi pajarito. Forever is a long time.”

“So it is.” And he sealed the promise against her lips.

#dadwc #my writing #oc: ariya tabris #tabris x zevran #zevran #dao #dragon age #warden tabris #somft tabris x zevran fluff cause they deserve it

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