A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺
Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!
★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic
★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow
★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.
★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter
★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English
"what's your name little fella?"
"cotton.."
★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves
❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does
❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum
❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.
★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.
"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"
"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"
★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up
★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper
★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.
★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!
"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"
★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.
No matter what you look like, Corbeau always looks at you like you’re a goddess.
But sometimes, you wonder why he even looks at you that way.. you’re far from perfect. Love handles, a muffin top.. stretch marks. You feel hideous.
(This is exactly what I look like and I’m insecure I’m not saying anyone with the same traits are ugly, YOURE BEAUTIFUL)
And one day, you made the mistake of telling your boyfriend how you thought of this.
“Baby, you haven’t touched your dinner.” He noticed you just playing around your plate with your fork, not really eating. “(Y/N)?”
“Huh? Oh.. Sorry, Beau. Just not feeling hungry tonight.”
He raises an eyebrow. He knew you were fibbing. “Who said something?”
“H-huh?”
“Who. Said something.” He repeated. “If anyone is making you feel like you shouldn’t be eating, I’ll kill them.”
Damn. He read you like a book.
You just look down. “I don’t think you want to kill me, Beau.”
He looks at you with pure shock. Taken aback, he stands up. “What??? (Y/N)… what are you-“
“You can’t think I’m beautiful, Beau. Look at me. I would look better for you if I simply eat less. I have issues with my weight, but… I don’t want it to be the reason you-“
He interrupts you. “Stop.” He leaves his seat and approaches you, making you rise from your seat.
You didn’t expect him to embrace you in his arms. “B-Beau…”
“Shhh… You stop talking about yourself like that. I won’t allow it.” He presses his lips to your cheek. “You are gorgeous in my eyes. You are mon ange.. *kiss* Love, how long have you been feeling like this?”
Your eyes start to water, you honestly didn’t feel like you deserve Corbeau. Why in the world would a handsome Kalosian loan shark boss look at you with such love? You felt like you were holding him back.
You start to whimper. You can’t even form out an answer. “I-I- …..” You couldn’t hold back your tears anymore, and cry into his shoulder. “Beau Beau…”
“Shhhhh… *kiss* None of that, now…” He coils his arms around you tighter. “I know I don’t say this enough, but… I love you, (Y/N).”
“B-But why?”
“Mmm?” He didn’t hear you.
“Why?”
He twists you around so you’re facing each other. “WHY? Damn it, (Y/N)… I don’t have all day to list why.” He winks. “I’d rather spend it kissing you.”
Your face turns crimson. “Corbeau, I’m being serious.”
“So am I. Dead serious. I’m not a man who lies. *kiss* You drive me absolutely crazy~” He says as he grabs you from behind, smothering your face in kisses.
“Hahahahah- BABE!” You squeak, falling into the sofa behind you as you’re unable to ward him off. “CORBEAU!”
He opens one eye, staring at you lovingly. “Yes? That’s my name~”
His hands slip under your shirt, and you shriek. Shocked, he draws them back, thinking he hurt you on accident.
“(Y/N), did I hurt you?”
Your face was blood red. “I- No- No. You didn’t.”
His eyebrow was raised once again. “Oh? Then what did I do?” He smirks, he wasn’t fooling anyone.
Uh oh.
“Are you… ticklish, mon amour?”
Fuck.
If you dared to lie to him, you’d be paying for it tenfold. (In tickles) So instead, you sat there in silence, as if that would help your case.
“Oh? Do you think by not answering, that means I’m not going to test it?” He asks, smug as ever. “Let’s add that to the list of reasons why I love you. And as soon as I hear that laugh… that too~””
God, he knew how to make you melt and turn your legs into jelly.
“B-Beau- d-don’t- AHAHEHEHE-!”
All he did was wiggle his fingers against your side for half a second.
“Corbehehehehau- wahahahait!” You were a pure giggly mess. Just knowing you were about to get tickled sent you into an anticipatory giggling fit.
“Oh, this is PERFECTION. I haven’t even started yet, mon amour.”
Before you could even imagine to protest, both his hands fly back to your waist, taking no time to tickle your sides.
“Nononononono- noHOHOHOHO!! BEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAU!!” You squeal, rolling back and forth trying to squirm away from him. “THAT TIHIHIHICKLES!!!”
“I would hope so, darling.. or I’d look foolish. And you know I don’t like to look foolish~” The devilish smirk on his face said it all. “Arceus, can you get any more cute?”
You try to push and shove him away, but he just gets closer, pinning you to the sofa you were sitting on.
“C-COHOHOHORBEHEHEAU!!!” You squeal, his hands delicately spidering up and down your ribs.
God, that smirk.
“Mmmm? Did you say something, precious? Sorry, I was distracted by the cute giggling I’m hearing.” He then tried out your stomach. “Ticklish here, perhaps?”
You let out a noise that some would mistake for an Aerodactyl screech. But to Corbeau? That was heavenly.
Oh, he was RELISHING in this. And he definitely noticed… you haven’t told him to stop yet.
“I’m not hearing a ‘Stooooooop’~” He coos, tickling your hips next.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAAH- CORBEAU!”
“Stiiiiiiill not hearing iiiiiiiiit~” He pulls you closer to his lap, then starts playing your stomach like a piano. “Something tells me that you like this, precious.”
You kick and wiggle trying to escape once more. “NOHOHO- BEAU!!! *snort* I HAHAHAHAHATE MY LAHAHAHHAHAUGH-!”
The loan shark’s grin grows bigger. “Nonsense, mon cher! Your laugh is so fucking cute~ I could listen to it all day.. In fact, I might!” He takes both hands away from your armpits and squeezes your thighs with them. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that cute snort. God, I’m falling in love with you all over again~”
“EEEK! NO-! N-NOHOHAHAH-“ You fall back into the plush couch, back against the seat as your boyfriend squeezes your thighs and calves. “THAHAHAHT TICKLEHEHEHEHES SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!!! CORBEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAU!!!”
“Awwww..”
You have never heard this man “Awww” in the time you’ve been together. Even when seeing the cutest things around the city. EVEN BABY VENIPEDE didn’t make him “Awww” like he did with you. It made you blush (even more than you were already lmao)
“COHOHOHOHOHRBEHEHEAU!!”
“Yes, mon cher?”
You snort again. “EHEHEHENOUGH!!!”
“Ah, there we go.” With that, his devious hands let go of you, and allow you to finally gasp for breath. You still lay there on the couch, exhausted giggles take over. “All you had to do was say, Ange~”
You glare at him with a pout, which was hard to do since the giggling wouldn’t stop.
“I love you, (Y/N). You are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes upon, and I mean that. You are STUNNING, and I can’t get enough of that laugh~ It’s… INTOXICATING.”
Hearing that from Corbeau really touched you. “Beau… please~”
“C’mere~” He orders, trying not to tickle you again while grabbing your waist, leaning back in the couch, ready for cuddling. “Let me show you further how much I adore you, mon ange~”
“Before that…” You start.
He looks at you. “Hm?”
“It’s your turn to pay ME back.”
His eyes look puzzled at you, wondering what you meant. But seeing the mischievous smile on your face, he knew, and his eyes go wide.
“(Y/N), don’t you DARE.” He put his scary boss face on, trying to look intimidating.
But you know him better than that.
Your hands slip through his fancy jacket, poking and tweaking at his sides. “Oh I dare~”
His head jerks to the side, not letting you see his face breaking.
“(Y/N)- St-Stop- AAH!”
He yells when you wiggle your fingers into his ribcage. That’s when the scary boss man of the Rust Syndicate broke.
“ACK- NO- AHAHAHAH-!! (Y/N)!!” It was his turn to fall on his back. “WAIT- NO- ST-STOHOHOHOHP!!”
Your grin was betting bigger by the second. “Nahh~ I like this side of you, Corbeau. I’m not done admiring it~” You say as your hands slip up to tickle his armpits.
“NO- SHIT-!” He busted out laughing harder. “NONONO-! AHAHAHAHAH- BABY PLEASE!!! NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE~!”
You hop on top of him and pin his wrists over his head with one of your hands. The other darts underneath his arm.
“HAHAH- FUHUHUHUHUCK!! I CAN’T- I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T—!” He squeals, tossing and turning his head. “BREHEHEHEHEATHEE!!!”
“Is this a certain boss man’s most ticklish spot?” You tease, spidering your fingers along the hollows of his armpit, your other hand struggling to keep his arms up. “How about the other side?” You coo, quickly switching arms to hold onto him and tickle. “Is the other armpit ticklish?”
You take your hand away from underneath his arm. But the other still keeps his wrists held up.
“Ha… hah.. heh..” He looks up at you with a sinister smirk. “You… you do realize.. you’re going to get it… when you let me go, right?”
“Mmm… so worth it.” You giggle, pressing your lips to his. “God, you’re so cute~”
But this made you lose your grip on his wrists.
“EEEEE!!” He pushes you off of him and he pins you back down, tickling your sides relentlessly. “AHAHAHA- BEHEHEHEHEAU!! AHAHAHAT LEHEHEHEAST LEHEHEHET ME FIHIHINISH KIHIHIHISSING YOUHUHUHU!!”
He raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “After the stunt you just pulled.. I don’t plan on letting you go for a while, mon cher~ I’ll be the one doing the kissing~”
He leans down, fingers still tickling your sides, and kisses your neck.
“EHEHEHE-! CORBEAU!! THAT TICKLES!!” You squirm, trying to push him away, but didn’t truly want to.
“Oh? Does it? Good.” He chuckles, pressing his lips to your neck multiple times while dancing his fingers along your sides.
“YOHOUHUHUHU’RE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN~!” You shriek, wriggling in his arms.
“Oh, you haven’t seen mean yet~”
He continues peppering kisses on your face and neck, then his hands go for your stomach.
“NO NO NO NO-! HAHAHAHAH- NOHAHAHAHAHT THEHEHEHERE!! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAHAND IT THEHEHERE!!”
He smiles against your neck. “Looks like you’ll be owing me a HUGE giggle debt, (Y/N). Are you ready to pay it off yet~?”
You both continue this laughter filled process all the rest of the evening. You’re both completely exhausted by bedtime. He lovingly carries you to bed.
How lucky you felt to have Corbeau by your side~ flaws and all~
P. 1, P. 2, P. 3, P. 4, P. 5, P.6, P. 7, P. 8, P. 9, P.10, P.11, P.12, P. 13, P.14, P. 15, P. 16, P. 17, P. 18, P. 19, P. 20
Part 21:
A/N: Okay all here it is finally. Irl gets in the way of writing so damn much it annoys me. But there is a bit of smut in this part too. Minors please skip this story as it is not Under 18 friendly. There is talk of a panic attack and two picture links (1) and (2) as well. This one got away from me a little bit and probably should have been more that one part. I hope you enjoy it and as always Happy Reading. ~Queenie
Lexie made it to TM only to be met if an angry looking Venus trying to tell her she wasn’t welcome there for the holiday celebration only to be met with Lexie waving her and telling her to leave her be she’s behind enough already she has a party to set up for just like Gemma had taught her. Then Venus decided to try and stop her physically by grabbing her by the upper arms. Lexie let out a yelp of panic which caught everyone’s attention prompting them to rush to figured out what was going on.
Venus had Lexie by her arm and dragging her back to her SUV repeating that Lexie wasn’t welcome at the clubhouse tonight or while she was there at all. Lexie went into a traumatic flashback and started to panic, fighting against the grip which started to tighten as she let out a scream for help.
Happy and Tig both were running toward their girls concerned and confused both until that were close enough to see everything going on. The men quickly got to work separating the two women which took a solid five minutes to get Venus to let go of Lex. Happy was ready to throttle Vee and Tig wasn’t too happy about what she had done to his niece either.
Lexie had dropped to the pavement the moment they got Venus to release her arm because of the panic response. Lex had curled up into a ball trembling pulling away from Happy’s touch out of fear it wasn’t actually him and it was another unsafe hand reaching to grab her.
This reaction had infuriated Tig, turning to Venus he asked what she had been thinking and then ordered her to go home that she had no right to even attempt to order his niece away from her family. As she stormed off furious that it had been her banished from the club festivities instead of the one who had insulted her Ole Man.
Tig had turned his attention to Lexie his voice much softer and far gentler as he tried to reach Lexie though the panic and try to calm her down and bring her back to the here and now.
“Lexie, you’re okay come on kiddo, its only Happy and me. Sweetheart please, you’ve got us worried here.”
Lexie was starting to hyperventilate and fighting to control her breathing but dared to peek and see that it was in fact her uncle and Happy. She slowly changed her position on the pavement into one that was easier for Happy to scoop her up into his arms and carry her into the clubhouse barking an order to a prospect to unload the thing for the party for her while he and Tig tried to calm her down.
Happy got her inside and sat her down at a table close to the bar and knelt down in front of her checking her over for making sure she was unharmed physically, which for the most part she was save for the deep bruised that was already forming where she had been grabbed by Venus.
As Happy discovered it Tig had finally caught up with them and saw it as well and did his best to contain his anger at what his Ole Lady had done to his niece. He made sure Lexie was alright before stomped off to his dorm room to try calming his fury.
“Uncle Tig…” Lexie’s voice was barely above a whisper and incredibly shaky. The only one that had heard her speak was Happy unfortunately he also saw the tears beginning to well up in her eyes as well.
“Hey, its okay you know how Tig gets around you from time to time. He doesn’t like showing you the business face and I think it’s safe to say he is very pissed at what happened. Lex, why are you bruising so easily? That isn’t normal for you.” His voice was gentle but clearly concerned for his woman.
“I don’t know Hap, could be how hard she had ahold of me or just the angle she had me. Hap, I honestly thought she wouldn’t ever go that far especially after everything.” Lexie frowned and stood on wobblily legs and carefully stared making her way to towards Happy’s dorm after the excitement she needed to hide from everyone for a little bit.
Happy jumped up and followed her not only because he needed to keep her company for his own peace of mind but also to make sure she didn’t fall along her way. Catching up to her was easy with his long strides. Once he caught up to her, he snaked his arm around her waist and walked with her.
He got her to his dorm which needed a good dusting considering he had only stayed in there once in the months Lexie had been home and that was only because club business had kept him out until about three in the morning and he didn’t want to scare her coming home that late. He gently guided her to the bed in the room.
He watched her sit down on the edge and after taking a deep breath he sat next to her and addressed the elephant that was in the room.
“Lex, we need to talk about the panic attack that happened out there…” he was cautious when he spoke hoping to not upset her.
“Happy, Vee grabbing my arm like she did triggered flashbacks and those caused the panic. I’m honestly okay, I just need to calm down and get past the post panic attack wobbles. I should only need a few minutes before I’m ready to get back out there and decorate for tonight.”
What Happy and Lexie were unaware of was Tig standing just out of view of the open doorway listening to her talk about what had just transpired in the parking lot. Feeling the hurt for his niece and the anger toward his Ole Lady because of what her actions did to Lexie. Clearing his throat he stepped into view.
“She caused flashbacks?” His voice was tight as he was obviously trying to conceal any and all emotion, but he couldn’t hide the deep frown etched into his face.
Lexie patted Happy’s knee before she stood up and went over to her uncle. She gently placed a hand on one of his forearms telling him everything was okay; she knew Venus was just trying to protect her Ole Man. She would have done the same for Happy. After asking him if he would let her out so that she could get to work setting up for the party.
Tig had agreed and moved to walk with her putting an arm around her shoulder making her wince which alarmed him and prompted to lift her sleeve. He saw the bruise and went red in the face.
“Venus did that?” his tone was angry, but Lexie knew it wasn’t at her. “Lex before I go read my Ole Lady the riot act can you clarify what the flashbacks were for me, please.”
“They weren’t recent ones Uncle Tig. They were from when Clay went off the deep end and grabbed me that time from when I was about twenty. She had the same look in her eyes as he had in his when he snapped.”
Happy who had been following behind them felt his own surge of anger his voice was laced with danger. “Clay put hands on you? When the hell did this happen and why the hell wasn’t I told?”
“It happened while you were out of town on club business, Happy. Do you remember that span of like four months I wouldn’t set foot near the clubhouse that was the when. You weren’t told because you’d have killed him. Hell Piney and Opie both went after him for it. Gave him a busted lip and a black eye between them. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time as per usual and got shoved into him while he was worked up over something crazy to do with the club and grabbed me, shook me senseless and sorta threw me to the floor. It’s long over and done with Hap and we need to get this place ready for tonight.”
“This conversation isn’t over Little Girl.” Happy pointed a finger at her for effect before stomping off to work on something outside of the clubhouse.
Tig looked at Lexie and hung his head for a moment before looking at her, “Thought he wasn’t being told about that Lexie.”
“I didn’t want him to think it was the other flashbacks Tig. He would have been afraid to touch me again if he thought it were them and we just got back to being us again…” Her voice was small with a distinct note of sadness in it.
“You’re killing me here Kiddo. Also didn’t we discuss not trying to traumatize your uncle young lady.” He made an ‘ew’ face and then a comically stern look. “Come on, let’s get to work. This place isn’t going to decorate itself.”
Lex nodded and they got to work. Tinsel was hung and the tree got decorated. Uncle and niece bonded and healed once more. Lexie had paused and mentioned that there was a gift for Tig that she didn’t want him to open in front of the other guys before digging into one of the boxes of wrapped gifts and handed him a rectangular gift she had carefully labeled for him. Tig took it cautiously asked her if she was sure she wanted him to open it now and after she nodded, he started unwrapping it.
What he unwrapped was a picture frame that had him momentarily confused until he turned it over. There was a picture in it of him and his daughters one he didn’t have in his possession because it was a picture Lexie had taken one of the last summers that the girls had spent in Charming with him if he was being honest, he had forgotten the photo existed. He could feel the tears stinging his eyes and tried to thank Lexie, but his words would come out.
Lexie had handed him the gift she had gotten Venus before hugging him and telling him to go home for a little while, there was a few hours before the party and she had one more thing she wanted to set up as a surprise to the club, mostly the old guard that was left pictures of Christmas parties past with members that had since passed. She knew some of the people in those pics, but she had hoped the nostalgia from the good times will outweigh the transgressions that killed some of them.
Once she was finished with everything, he stepped outside to look for Happy while she went to the car to get her outfit for the night. She had called out for him and by the time she had gotten her dress out of her SUV he was there at her looking perturbed with her. She softly asked him to follow her back to his dorm so that she could change for the party while they talked about her not telling him what had happened.
Happy shut the door to his dorm to give them privacy to talk and for Lexie to change before speaking, “So Lex you kept that a secret from me all these years?” His tone almost sounded hurt that she had kept it from him.
“Only because you’d have killed him and then the club would have taken you from me, and Tig knew what that would have done to me, so he agreed not to tell you. I swear to you that is the only secret I’ve kept from you, Hap.” Lexie reached out and took Happy’s hands in hers as if he could feel her sincerity through touch.
Happy frowned at her, “I understand your reasons, but I’m still upset by this, Alexandra.”
“Happy, the only reason I specified what the flashback was so that you didn’t fear the worst, what happen way back then was an isolated one off that was atoned for many times. Piney and Ope defended me then and Tig thoroughly tore Clay a new one. And the ones that thought it was funny to shove me into a rabid animal were taken care of as well. It didn’t go unanswered. I stayed away because I didn’t trust Clay for a while and never fully trusted him again. Big part of the reason I got so clingy with you when you were home, and well you know the rest of the reason.” Lexie’s ears started to turn pink before the rest of her face blushed to match her ears as she looked to her feet quickly.
Happy grinned at the fact she still blushed after all the time they were together and shook his head and spoke with a light chuckle in his voice, “Yes, I’m very aware of the other reason. Now come on let’s get you changed before this party, what’s a Christmas party without a Mrs. Claus?”
“Yes, Happy Claus.” Lexie spoke in a mock annoyed tone as she turned her back to him to remove the clothes she had on and put on her Mrs. Claus dress pausing as she felt his lips on her shoulder and making their way up her neck and his hands slipping inside the dress (1) he was supposed to be zipping up.
“Hap, as much as I want to go along with your idea, we don’t have time everyone is going to start arriving soon.”
“Then let them wait, I want my woman.” Was all he said before pushing the dress off her completely, unhooked her bra in one motion, and laid her on the bed.
“Alright two conditions, one its only a quickie and two lock the door.”
“Yes ma’am.” He jumped up locked the door and removed his pants before crossing back to Lexie and removing her panties and slipping his hand between her folds to begin working her nub is a slightly rougher pace than normal.
While one hand was getting her ready to take him the other was roughly manhandling a breast until he had heard a familiar needy whimper. He repositioned himself fisted his member a few times lined up with her entrance and pushed himself into her fully.
Lexie let out a gasp that turned into a quieted moan as he starting a bruising pace chasing his release while trying to get her to hers as well. Within minutes that was exactly what was achieved. Lexie slapped one hand over her mouth while the other held onto Happy who buried his face into Lexie’s chest to muffle his sounds.
As the lay there catching their breaths they heard the sounds of people starting to fill up the club house and they both laughed and got up quickly readying. Once both were dressed and ready to leave the room Lex stopped Happy by grabbing his hand. He stopped and looked at her questioningly only for her to smile softly and stand on tip toe to kiss him on the cheek and whisper an ‘I love you’ he kissed her on the forehead and returned the sentiment to her. Hand in hand walking out into the party as it was beginning.
Happy kept his arm around Lex as they watched the clubhouse fill with the people connected to the club as well as members and their respective families. They were greeted and greeted people back, offering the traditional festive greetings. Lexie’s eyes barely left the door and Happy knew why; she was looking for Tig.
The party was well into its second hour and Lexie and Happy both were starting to worry because Tig hadn’t gotten there yet. Lexie has softly tugged Happy down to her and told him she was going to go back to his dorm for a bit of a break, that the noise was starting to get to her. He knew that was just a cover for her to hide her worry about Tig. Happy had a feeling that she was going to go cry so he told her he would walk her back to the dorm. Doing his best to get her mind away from the worry he asked if she needed a round two followed by that sly grin of his.
Lexie shook her head and frowned telling him that she just needed somewhere a little quieter to try to get her head back on the party. She offered him a sad smile and reassured him that she was okay.
Happy reluctantly left her in his dorm, after he closed the door, he pulled out his phone and called Tig. The phone rang a few times and went to voicemail. Happy had no choice but to leave a message.
“Tig, I don’t know where you are, but I know where you aren’t, and you are worrying your niece sick. She is currently hiding in my dorm and I’m telling you I ain’t wearing that stupid coat and hat if my Ole Lady is still hiding in my dorm for the majority of the party. Call me back or get to the clubhouse.”
He hung up the phone and checked back in on Lexie. He found her just sitting on the side of the bed dissociating with a sad look on her face. He was concerned she was lost in things she shouldn’t be, so he approached her and gently put a hand on her arm.
Lexie felt the touch and jumped which Happy was prepared for and placed an arm out ready to catch her in case her startle response knocked her off balance and off the bed. It almost did.
“Hey, easy Lex it’s just me. You looked like you were a little deep into remembering something you shouldn’t be dwelling on Baby.”
Lexie shook her head, “No Hap, wasn’t nothing bad, just thinking about Christmases past. My first Christmas back home, with everyone that’s gone, it’s kinda hard because I really miss the most of them.” She sighed and cleared her throat and changed the subject, “Hap is Uncle Tig here yet?”
He gave her a quick hug and kiss on the top of her head, “I will go check and send him back if he is Lex.” He quickly stood and went to look for Tig. He was determined to find him even if that meant driving to his house and dragging him back to the clubhouse if needed.
Luckily it didn’t come to that as Happy was getting ready to jog out to Lexie’s cage Tig came jogging up to him with Vee following behind him at a normal walking pace.
“Hey man got your message, sorry we were running late, someone was arguing about coming tonight.” He paused at Vee who had caught up to them with the Edge of Seventeen shawl (2) Lexie had crocheted for her for Christmas wrapped around her.
Hap shrugged indifferently, “Understandable after earlier. Look Lexie asked specifically for you she was lost in her head and is having a hard time with her first Christmas home. I could tell she was fighting a battle trying not to cry but it didn’t look like she was winning, man.”
“Shit, alright, Vee you good to do the party thing?” He barely waited enough for Vee to answer, and he made his way into the clubhouse and back to his niece.
As Tig was on his way inside Hap looked a Vee and at the Shawl he watched Lexie work on, “I see Lex’s theory was right, you are a Stevie Nicks girl. Just so you know she holds no ill will with happened earlier, she understands. She wasn’t expecting you to put hands on her though. She figured you wouldn’t go there with her. If you ever do again…”
Venus held a hand up to stop him, “I already got this speech, and I know it’s you I answer to instead of Tig if there’s a next time.” She paused to pull the shawl tighter around her, “She wasn’t kidding when she said she could crochet. Hopefully she’ll be willing to talk to me later so I can thank her and apologize.”
Happy shrugged again, “Might want to give her a little time. Her first Christmas home without Jax, Opie, and Bobby. She’s not dealing well with that. Her asking for Tig, isn’t a good sign. Last time she did that she left town a couple of months later.”
Tig made his way back to Happy’s dorm and knocked before opening it. He saw Lex sitting there trembling trying to hold it together as best she could. He cursed the way grief was to himself and crossed the small room and sat down next to her pulling her to him and rocking her.
“I miss them...” Whas all she could manage to say before the water works started and she became incoherent.
Tig was able to make out one other thing and that was her saying she wished she never left home. He did his best to try to sooth her and let her know she wasn’t alone. He tried to tell her that this is what grief does and the sneak attacks were the worst of it. It took him about a half hour to get her calm down.
“Lex, I understand this time of year is hard for a lot of people because of grief, it’s not just us, Doll Face, I promise. And every single one of those people out there are going to understand completely what happened in here. Now I’m going to go back out there get your go bag I know you still keep fully stock out in the cage and have Hap bring it back to you, I need to talk to Chibs about a couple of things. Okay?”
Lexie nodded and started to wipe away her tears and got up to go wash what makeup she hadn’t cried off from her face as Tig walked out of the room closing the door behind him only to come face to face with both Venus and Happy anxiously waiting to find out how she is.
Tig told them that she was going to be okay that it was just a visit from the grief monster and that he had an idea on how to help Lex but he needed to talk to Chibs first before asking Hap to run out for her makeup bag that was kept in the go bag in the car she was going to need it And then took off to find Chibs.
Happy went to get her makeup and Vee decided to check in with Lex hoping it would go well. She stepped into the room cautiously holding her hands up hoping that would help keep things calm. No sooner she walked in did she hear Lex.
“What come to kick me while I’m down too now, Venus? This afternoon wasn’t enough?” Lexie’s tone was flat and emotionless.
Vee flinched as if the words physically struck her, “I deserved that. Lexie, I’m only in here because I thought it would be better if you weren’t left alone and to hopefully apologize.”
Lexie had turned around to look Venus in the eye before she spoke. “Vee don’t ever apologize for being a good Ole Lady. That is something only most of us raised in club life would do automatically or as fiercely as you did. Apologizing for that makes you look weak even if it is the right thing to do. But you if you ever try to remove me from the lot I was literally born on again, I’m going to show you why half those badass bikers out there are afraid to piss me off, are we clear?”
Vee while looking defeated nodded, “Crystal.”
Lexie nodded back, “Good not that is out of the way, I see you liked my olive branch. Did Tig tell you I just barely got it finished before the stitches were needed?”
Vee half smiled, “Yeah, he did. Mind if I ask a blunt question?” Vee had paused to wait for an answer which she got in the form of a nod, “How are you still alive?”
“Venus, I got no clue and you’ve only known me a few months. Hell, just this afternoon I poked myself in the eye half a dozen time just trying to put eyeliner on.”
Vee laughed but apologized Lex told her it was okay she had to laugh too otherwise she’d cry, and it seemed like fences were being mended the Vee offered to help her redo do her makeup for the night to which Lexie agreed just in time for Happy to come into the dorm.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at Lex, she told him all was good, and that Vee was going to help her so she doesn’t injure herself any further, to that Happy muttered a ‘thank god for that’ to which both of the women too offense and shooed him out so that they could get Lexie party ready again.
It only took a few minutes to get Lexie made up and back out with everyone celebrating and laughing. Just enjoying the festivities as the party carried on Happy appeared wearing a Santa hat and coat carrying a bag of gifts for the kids that were there. The gifts were handed out and the kids were thrilled.
Lexie and Happy called everyone’s attention after the excitement had died down, everyone got quiet and focused on them which made Lexie reach for Happy, he hid her nerves by pulling her to him with an arm around her waist.
“Alright everyone, Just wanted to say that this has been an amazing party tonight one that this beautiful woman beside me managed to survive in one piece,” Happy paused and gave Lexie a playful look before continuing, “but there is something the SAMCRO family should know. I proposed again and Lexie’s said yes!”
The crowd erupted in cheers and congratulations; the club members mad their way to Happy to shake his hand. Tig and Venus bot hugged Lexie and gave her grief for keeping that a big secret but kissed her on the cheek and announced a round of drinks in celebration.
The party carried on for a few more hours after their engagement announcement but before it started dying down the single members of the club had started pairing with the croweaters of their choosing, the members with Ole Ladies started to make their way home.
Happy had approached Lexie and placed an arm around her and whispered in her ear that he was ready to go home. Lexie smiled and agreed with a gentle smile. He said he wasn’t done being Happy Claus just yet and offered her a wink.
Lexie Blushed and smiled at her Ole Man and got her things, loaded up in her cage and went back to their home.
“Well, Ole Man, how are we going to top this for News Years?” Was all Lexie said to him on the way home.
In which, Itachi Zametora receives love letters from the literature club president... or did he really?
Notes: DDLC has been cropping in my feed again, why not? Might make an extension of this (no promises)
Tags: Club Leader AU, Itachi-centric, Ayano is a club leader, misunderstanding, wrong sender/wrong receiver, implied angst, one-sided romance
Credits: Club Leader AU (@dumbtomat0), Divider (@diviniyae)
Word count: 670
Reblogs + Comments are much appreciated :>
It wasn't that Itachi has never received his fair share of love letters before, he has received plenty, sporadic as they may be throughout his childhood. However this was getting ridiculous.
"Another one?" Hojiro remarked with a huff, when Itachi accidentally fished out another love letter from his bag. Like a magic trick. Amusement and tired jealousy evident as Hojiro eyed the anonymous letter, its intention obvious with the little heart smack dabbed in the center. Itachi quickly stuffed it back in, uncaring whether or not it got crumpled, before any more teasing and whining could ensue. He was shoving them with the rest anyway.
Typically, these sort of things only occur once. An end all or be all gamble, because love letters are confessions, a conclusion to reach out for a rejection or something more. This was insistence, admiration, asking for nothing, yet demanding everything as they continue to flood different aspects of his life.
And Itachi knew it was one person— it could only be one person. He paid no heed for scrapes of paper, but it was clear the material was quality; it was thick, tinted with pink, faint indents of roses glitters when light reflects upon it a certain way, and hell, it was scented. Scented. A detail he has only noticed after he has accumulated a stupid amount. And he hasn't quite reached the care and effort in writing the contents; sometimes it was calligraphy, sometimes type written by a dingy type writer. Certain words were highlighted, underlined, italicized and emboldened for effect. Sometimes with doodles of little hearts and an assortment of stickers.
Sometimes it was a haiku, sometimes long winded poetry he takes a moment to decipher, or simply a love letter in its barest form; romancing his daily life into something fantastical, in a way that has him second guessing chugging water after a sprint.
And the only culprit in his mind. Is quickly settled if you think of one question; who has any of that fancy stuff?
Highlighters, markers, and pens spill over his side of the table as a person settles next to him.
"Sorry," The student snatched the pouch back to her side. Tidying up her writing utensils, as she sets up her little note station for the meeting that will be commencing soon. Her decorated binder the pièce de résistance of her makeshift station.
Itachi reading the letters tucked away in his desk at home, he has grown intimately familiar of her handwriting. The care of each curve, loop, and stroke to formulate the alphabet, to create a word, that paints a canvas of her feelings, before she seals it away in an innocuous plain white envelope. He has become acutely aware of whatever she writes, finding his gaze falling away from the grasp of focus, in lieu of him eyeing her notes.
Sometimes during these meetings, when it was duller than usual, she plucks a fresh sheet of paper. The first time he noticed her do it, he nearly balked at the sight. The exact same paper, the exact same script. Now, it was just something she does, something he had to live by.
Itachi has received love letters before, yes, but never from someone this blatant and obvious though. All that just to be an anonymous sender, at the same time however, she didn't care if anyone sees her writing something so private and easily recognizable. A detail like that… it was clear she didn't want to reveal herself, completely, just yet. She was merely dancing around the topic, being coy and living in her fantastical daydreams.
Her head suddenly raised, gray eyes pointed at him. The contact lasted a little over a second, before she suddenly became protective of her notes. Arms folding and hiding her penmanship from his prying gaze.
Of all times to be shy about it…
Itachi rolled his eyes, returning back to the meeting. He'll let her be for a moment.
The letter will somehow end up in his possession, anyways.
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A few spoons of oil and another round of seasoning later, Djarin stares at the cooktop, hands on his hips, and makes a choice.
If students were going to show up today, they would’ve already, and if Nantel was going to make an appearance, then he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.
With the same care as always, he reaches up and slides off his helmet. Immediately, the rich aroma of the tiingilar fills his nose and oh it’s wonderful. He can’t remember the last time he made it for himself, but it’ll always be one of his favorite things. Djarin sets his helmet aside and gets back to work before anything starts sticking to the bottom of the pan.
Satisfied that everything’s stewed long enough, Djarin adds in everything else and turns down the heat. It’s approximately then that Grogu decides to make an appearance. When Djarin turns away from the cooktop, the little boy is sitting on the counter next to the helmet, a bit bleary-eyed. Djarin smiles when he picks him up.
“You should’ve napped longer,” he chides softly. “You know you’re gonna get cranky later.”
As if challenging his father’s observations, Grogu blows a little raspberry and looks everywhere but at Djarin’s face. Eventually his eyes land on the simmering pot of stew and go wide.
“Your Aunt Bo can talk all she wants about the pog soup,” Djarin quips, “but tiingilar is real Mandalorian cooking.”
The child makes an inquisitive noise.
“Given what you eat normally, I’m fairly certain you can handle this.” He takes the lid off the pot and has to keep Grogu from immediately sticking his head into the rush of steam. The aroma is even stronger now, and he’d be lying to himself if he said it didn’t sting his eyes a little bit.
debating changing up the writing style I've been using when I get around to writing Satisfied
There's a conversation I really want to happen between Quinn and Wilbur but it makes more sense as a conversation me and Wil are having as opposed to it being a conversation our characters are having
Mostly because it's a Hamilton reference lmao
But so I'm trying to work out the best way to write this fic while having it sort of removed from the world. Like the fic will be my first stream on the Dsmp rather than being Quinn's first few days on the server, if that makes any sense at all.
to anyone who’s still here and enjoyed (i’d use present tense but it’s been so long since i’ve put anything out i feel like i’d be a fraud 💀) my writing do you guys still want the smut oneshot for summer love?
since it’s summertime and coming up on the one year for summer love and i’ve missed writing i’ve really been thinking about it and i think i know how id write it out but like idk 😭 like i said it’s been so long so is anyone even still wanting that??
let me know ☝️ cuz i’m willing to use this as my way to get back into writing again even tho im not nearly as anakin brain rotted as i was at the time- that being said if anyone does have any other request for anakin or other characters (check my about me page for characters id right for at the bottom) please send in stuff 🙏🙏
i really do miss writing fr anywho that’s all, hopefully at least someone sees this post 😭
