#basilio x reader

Basilio :

-. "I've been waiting for this!" - Akihiko Sanada, Persona 3

-. But seriously, Basilio is quite possibly the definition of a gentle giant around his partner!

-. This man makes sure that whenever he touches you, it's with the certainty that you won't break, because he genuinely is afraid of his size causing you any discomfort or pain

-. I like to imagine that if you go in to hold his hand, or at least, attempt to, Basilio will brush his pinky finger against yours for you to hold because he has the most absolute HORRENDOUS fear of crushing your hand

-. This applies for cuddling as well, Bas will always let you sit on top of his lap or lay down on top of him

-. He also just likes putting his arms around you. Period.

-. For example, if you are standing somewhere, performing a task on the runner or simply minding your own business, he likes to creep up behind you and slide his arms around your waist as he rests his chin against your shoulder or the top of your head, AHHHHH!!!!

-. He is also a certified himbo, I don't make the rules

-. An example of this is him doing grandiose things, even on little occasions... And completely botching it somehow

-. But hey, he's putting in the effort and trying his best 😭

-. He always loves to cook for you, he loves seeing how happy you are when you eat and likes getting feedback!

-. This guy just wants to make sure that you are happy, and that includes protecting you at all costs from anything and everything

-. Even if you were a skilled fighter, I think Bas wants to protect you because he, a) doesn't want to lose you, and b) he doesn't like seeing you get hurt

-. And don't even get me STARTED when he hears people insulting you to your face/behind your back!

-. But you can always tell when he's mad : he growls and bares his fangs like a dog

-. And there is always a way to get him to calm down : Ear scratches

-. This man is like clay in your hands if you try this, a flustered mess and his tail is wagging. But he will complain.

-. "But sweetheart, they were-","Doesn't matter right now"

-. "BUT-","No buts, Basilio"

-. All in all, Basilio is a very affectionate guy and he's not afraid to show it to people that you're his.

Fidelio :

-. One word for this guy : TSUNDERE

-. If you were to show him any sign of affection in public, he would just act like he's not into it and take no notice, almost like he's annoyed

-. Hehehe - WRONG!!!

-. His tail swishes from side to side as a slight darked shade of people tints his cheeks, he's not annoyed, he's just not used to someone being given such attention

-. In private is a different story, this man is confident

-. He likes to slither his hand into yours and interlock his fingers with your if your cuddling

-. He will coil his tail around your leg when he wants to be close to you, especially after a long day and he simply just feels worn out or even jealous

-. He will tilt your chin towards him and whisper in your ear to tease you just because he can!!!

-. Now you might be asking, if he's a tsundere and untrusting of people, who made the first move? That's easy!

-. Basilio.

-. Basilio made the first move. Literally just locked the two of you in a room because the man is tired of all this tension and wants you two to kiss already and get it over with!

-. But back to Del!

-. I kinda imagine that Fidelio knows how to play violin, and because of this, I feel like he gets flustered whenever you compliment him playing.

-. He tries to brush it off, but every so often you catch him playing a little tune when he knows you are watching.

-. I can imagine during special occasions, he brings it out just for you!

-. I also kinda feel like whilst Basilio is more innocent and romantic when it comes to love, Del, in moments of privacy, is a bit of a flirt, and occasionally whispers all the things he can think of in your ear.

-. "How did I end up with such a sweet thing like you, love?", "Del stooooop..."

-. "I mean it, so sweet, in fact, I doubt I could resist a taste~","FIDELIO!!!"

The setting couldn’t have been more perfect - the Charadrius was moored in Port Brilehaven, and a dark storm had rolled in deep, leaving the night completely starless. You listened helplessly to the sound of pattering rain and thought about how it could have obscured the sound of your footsteps, how it might have been the perfect excuse to stoop into a random shop and hide until the inevitable search party blew over.

Even if you had the strength or agility to squirm out of Basilio’s grip, preferably without waking him, you couldn’t even begin to try until the other problem in the room made his move.

Fidelio was sitting at a small writing desk in the corner of the brother’s personal barracks, though you could only hear the sound of him shuffling papers around without any scratching of his pen. He hadn’t even changed out of his day clothes, which was odd even for someone as businesslike as him.

In fact, the more you thought about it, the more details about today seemed odd.

First thing in the morning, Louis had given his troops the Idlesday off, then invited you to accompany him around the city.

When you at first gently declined the offer, he made an odd comment about how “it was such a lovely city to escape into”. His smile looked the same as it ever did, but the way he looked you dead in the eye made a shiver run up your spine.

Then, when you stepped out to do a bit of personal shopping yourself, Fidelio had followed you through the streets far more openly than usual. You were normally loosely aware of him lurking in alleys nearby, but today he’d practically been attached to your hip.

Once you’d gotten back, Basilio all but leapt onto you, complaining of a stomachache. It was unlike him to reveal his pain at all, even when he came to you asking for alento herbs to deal with the lingering effects of the igniter experiments, there was always a brave face between you.

You gave him a painkilling elixir, but it didn’t seem to help, and as the evening rolled on he practically begged you to let him cuddle you so he could sleep.

It was all quite weird.

“Can’t sleep?”

Fidelio’s lilting voice cut through the darkness, and the suddenness of it made you gasp sharply.

“Got too many thoughts running through your ‘ead, eh?”

There was the sound of the chair squeaking slightly as he shifted, presumably turning to face you although you kept your eyes tightly shut. It was childish, but maybe if you kept us the facade of sleeping for long enough he’d just give up and go the hell to bed.

“‘S understandable, with the storm and all. Hard to sleep when it would be so easy for someone to be sneakin’ around, causin’ problems.” You stubbornly refuse to respond as he waited a few moments before continuing, “I’m probably not gonna get any sleep tonight. With Bas all knocked out someone’s gotta keep an eye on you. There’d be a lotta blood on our ‘ands if someone dangerous found you defenceless, y’know.”

He was speaking in that low, patient drawl he used when he needed to make an impression. His physique meant a more mindful reputation served him better against enemies.

Beside you, Basilio groaned and buried his face even deeper into the crook of your neck, shifting his grip around your shoulders and waist to pull you closer. The new position was a risky one for your escape, his grasp was looser but there was now more chance of waking him if moved too much.

Before Fidelio had a chance to keep badgering you, there was a single sharp knock at the door, and the distinct elegant sound of Louis’ voice from the other side. Being far from the door you couldn’t make out what was said, but it seemed to catch Fidelio’s attention, as he stood and walked to open the door quite quickly.

Weird. Normally he’d respond from within first, just to be sure.

The two whispered quietly to each other in the doorway, weird, before Fidelio stepped out, shutting the door behind him and seemingly following Louis to wherever he was needed.

This might be your only chance to escape, so you began to carefully squirm out of Basilio’s grip. As he lost the weight of you in his arms, and the warmth of you beneath him, he whined softly and his ears twitched back in frustration, but importantly he didn’t wake up.

Padding over to the door, you threw your coat and shoes on, looking a little odd as you were still in sleep clothes, but there was no time to change properly. You’d been subtly collecting things in this coat’s pockets for a few months now, in lieu of any kind of bag you would need to hide and grab on the day of your escape.

You tapped the pockets as you mentally planned out what you had, a decent amount of reeve as well as a small folding knife, some herbs you intended to plant to try and throw them off your scent in case they went that far to track you, and finally a small, secretive flame igniter that had been silently weighing down your pocket for months.

Slowly opening the door revealed a softly lit hallway. The vast majority of the troops were still out, enjoying their random Idlesday off and likely wouldn’t be back until morning. Perfect. Weird, but perfect.

You all but ran out into the hall, hustling towards the nearest exit as quickly as possible. You hadn’t been able to tell which way Fidelio and Louis had gone, but getting caught out of their room at all, let alone in your current state, would have been far more suspicious than you could ever explain away.

Better to just rush to the exit and worry about subtlety once you had the space.

With the rain plummeting down and your blood rushing through your ears, it would be beat impossible to hear them coming if you tried to listen for their footsteps approaching.

Rushing through the empty halls towards the exit, things were eerily quiet without the usual security. You shuddered and pulled the coat tighter around your body, protecting yourself from invisible prying eyes.

As soon as the door entered your sight you sprinted up to it and slammed your hand into the release button that was supposed to open the door without a key. From the inside, there weren’t supposed to be any security measures since the only threats worth worrying about were from the outside.

But the door didn’t open. Didn’t budge an inch, in fact.

You began pressing the button over and over again, quietly begging that the first press was a fluke.

“Oh, come on…”

The quiet whisper of anxiety echoed out in the entrance hall, hidden under a roll of thunder.

“Y’a’right there, pup?”

Scarce few meters away, Fidelio leaned against a wall that had previously obscured him from your line of sight. His arms were crossed and one eyebrow arched, looking thoroughly unimpressed if not for the mischievous smirk on his face.

Thorny vines of anxiety sprouted from the ground and rooted you down. You could do little more than stare at him with wide eyes as he pushed off the wall and slowly approached.

“What’re you doin’, tryin’ t’ get outside in this weather?” He asked with faux innocence, closing in on you with every step, “Almost looks like you were tryin’ somethin’ dumb.”

His smirk fell away on his final word, replaced with a scowl as he began reaching out to grab your arm. The surge of fear in the moment finally shook the ice from your veins and you span hard on your heel, running as fast as you could down the nearest hallway.

There was no other exit from this ship, but that didn’t matter when you knew that this was likely the best shot you’d ever get, and getting caught now might be the death of freedom for the rest of your life.

For now, your best option was to make as much distance as possible and find a room to hide in. You made a few wild turns around random corners, getting completely lost in the labyrinthine warship in the hopes of also losing your pursuers.

An ajar door caught your eye, the complete darkness beyond it convincing you it was the safest option you’d get. Throwing yourself inside, you slam the door shut behind yourself and immediately fumble in the darkness for a lock.

Strangely there wasn’t one, so you instead turned and pressed your back against the door. You reach into your pocket for the flame igniter and flick it on to get your bearings in the dark room.

It seemed to be a small… guest room? You had never seen such a thing in the time you’d been living on the ship, and it seemed unusually nice for a simple spare room.

Taking in your surroundings as footsteps seemed to hurry around outside, a chill like death slowly but surely crept down your spine.

An especially soft, large bed in one corner, with bedsheets already made in your favourite colour. Weird. The way Louis had all but gone out of his way to empty the Charadrius before a worrisome storm. Weird.

A writing desk in another corner, lined with books you recognised and fine ink and paper already laid out. Weird. Fidelio’s insistence on not letting you out of his sights for a second today. Weird.

A strange metal ring welded upright into the centre of the floor, the kind you’d previously seen in the cargo bay for securing ropes within. Weird. Basilio’s stomachache and especially cuddly behaviour. Weird.

The strange feeling of shapes in the door against your back, one at the back of your head and one with a small shelf pressing against your hips. Weird.

“Did you have fun running around like a beast out there, my dear?” Louis’ voice rang through the metal door, a smug smile audible in his voice, “Get it all out of your system? I certainly hope you have.”

Click.

~~~

You stifle a moan as he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue before sucking on it gently.

'He's way too good at this’

The paripus red eyes are focused on you and your reactions to his ministrations.

His tongue keeps circling your clit while he slid two fingers inside, with his saliva and your juices it's no trouble, your body welcomes him, he seems to be searching for something as he trusts them slowly inside you.

’His claws!?’ you don’t feel them, he’s touching your most intimate part with à lot more care than you expected of an ex-soldier.

You toss your head back after a harsh suck that end with a loud pop, "shite, ya taste better than a Honey Cake" 

Meeting his eyes again, you moan at the lewd scene between your legs, THE Basilio Magnus, resting and taking à breath while using your left leg to rest his head a while.

The same men that’s one of Louis Guiabern’ right-hand men, almost trusting against the floor while he eats you out, pupils so big you almost can't see the red in his eyes, your juices covering the lower half of his face, the look is so pornographic that makes you moan softly. "You're real pretty like when ya look at me like tha' " his droopy eyes smile at you.

You are unable to respond before he goes back to eating you out like a starved man.

The feeling of an enemy under you is thrilling, the fact that he could kill you right now if he wanted to make your head fuzzy "Basilio… You're doing so good" you say, a little light-headed.

He hums while sucking your clit, the vibrations make you squirm and fight against a moan that threatens to come out, he keeps changing from sucking to licking while still trusting his fingers inside you, his nails worried you at the beginning, but right now you don't fucking care.

The feeling of his warm tongue and his gentle breath on your pubic hair, while he fingers you and gives all his attention to your little nub, makes the pressure build quicker than before.

You hear something soft beating around, making you open your eyes, which you don't remember closing, you look down and see Basilio with his eyes closed, focusing on eating you out, while his tail wags happily, you chuckle at the cute scene.

His ear fickle from the sound, making him open his eyes and glare at you, probably angry that you got distracted while he's working so hard.

You are unable to explain yourself or tease him, he knows how close you are from coming, his eyes sharpen with a promise, he moves his fingers just right hitting the best spot which gets you even closer, you hold back a scream as you did not expect him to get to it so quickly, but just as you were getting used to the new intensity, he sucks your clit while licking it.

Your vision goes white as you have one of the most intense orgasms of your lifetime, back arching while your thighs lock his head in place, you trust your pussy against his extremely talented mouth.

He doesn't stop sucking and licking or trusting his fingers, his other hand squeezes your tit, massaging it, no part of you feels neglected from his ministrations.

You feel yourself shaking all over as the feeling slows down, your thighs releasing him from his pussy eating jail.

As your body turns into jelly, he lays you back on the ground slowly while taking deep breaths, you can hear his tail wagging again.

The two of you take a while to admire each other, he's kneeling while between your legs, eyes intense and pinpoint, like he's looking at his prey, like he's ready to pounce.

You look at him, like, really look at him, not as an enemy or as a henchman, more than someone doing you a favor, but as a man, as Basilio.

His strong arms that have a few scars now that he doesn't have his jacket (when did he take it off?), his messy dark brown hair that looks soft and fluffy, his tail and ears so expressive it's cute, he's cute.

Basilio almost can’t believe what’s in front of him, the usually secluded and proper scholar that orders the little gaggle of misfits around like they are her minions, naked with flushed cheeks and droopy eyes, the way your skin glows under the lamplight is almost hypnotizing, your gasps and muffled moans, the way you get goosebumps any place he touches, now he understood why people die and kill for sex, he can think of à few people on top of his head that he would gladly give a “permanent haircut” just to have you under him again.

There’s a clear tent on his pants is begging for attention, your attention, so you give it, running your hand with a soft touch over his jeans.

He grunts and pants at the muffled feeling, eyes still focused on you, like nothing else exists, not the lance, not his Lord, not your captain or the mission, just each other, you feel him move closer.

Your cheeks burn as he gets closer to you, his lower face wet with both his saliva and your juices, he didn’t seem bothered by it, most likely isn’t.

He rubs his nose against yours for a moment before you two start kissing, it's hot, it's messy, you can taste yourself on it, the two tongues fight for dominance, someone moans and there’s another as a response, but you aren't sure who did it first.

He parts the kiss, there's a string of saliva connecting the mouths, "Is this enough?"

For a few seconds, you are not sure what he's talking about, but after a moment you remember that he was here to help you clear your head, which was still noisy even though it stopped a few times while he was eating you out, "No, I need more"

It was a demand, your hand is holding onto his shirt like you didn't want to be a part, Basilio gives a big smile "great, 'cause I wan' some too" he licks his lips before stripping.

You watch as he quickly takes everything off, now fully nude, you can see more of his scars, the testament of his survival, on his legs, arms, chest, there’s not à part of him that doesn’t have one scar, be it small or large.

‘How did he got this one?’ your mind wonders for a bit, before reminding yourself that this is the enemy, and that you should keep it physical only and not allow your mind to wander.

The paripus stays on his knees, between your legs, softly jerking himself while staring at your naked body. He's big, the biggest you ever had, the head is a blueish pink, his balls look heavy and full, particularly plump too, maybe he will let you have a feel of them later.

Basilio's looking at you like you are beautiful, like even if Lady Junah or Saint Rella were here he would pick you, the dirty half-blood, your cheeks flush at that.

He gulps before looking again at your drooling pussy, his face, and neck flushed red, you watch as his pupils expand, he seems to really like what he sees.

You open your legs more, trying to entice him back in to touching you, but it doesn't seem to work, as he keeps masturbating slowly while admiring the view.

Smiling devilishly, you start to touch yourself, one hand on your nipple pulling and rolling it gently while the other rubs on the outside of your lower lips, collecting the juices there.

He looks shocked at the display you are making for his eyes only, while also unable to look away.

You moan softly as you finger yourself, letting breathy moans out.

Basilio's hand stop, and he massages the base of his dick and the soft tissue there.

What makes him finally come back into action is you and your sweet, delicious voice, moaning his name.

That makes him whimper as he takes your hand off of your own pussy and licks it, while he lines himself to your drooling slit.

With his eyes closed he sucks your fingers clean, you use your other hand to try and take him inside your pussy, but he holds your hip with one hand while the other holds your wrist as he continues to lick your fingers clean before finally letting it go.

Finally, he seems to be on track with you, as he starts to press the head of his dick inside of you.

Slowly, so very slowly he gets most of himself inside, your eyes roll back for a moment, the relief is like no other, it burns as your lower moth stretches to fit him, but in a way that makes you whimper and moan at the feeling of fullness, when you look down, you notice there's a bit of the base that did not go in, and you want all of him. 

Basilio seems to try to get himself used to your tight, gummy, slippery and warm insides, it's his first time inside a woman, not that he would tell you that, the most he has ever done with any woman was oral, be giving or receiving it, but this… This is on a whole nother level, he thought he would cum just from watching you touch yourself in front of him, and you called his name so softly, it almost drove him crazy.

You feel his body shaking, and his face shows pain from holding back, he is trying to take deep breaths to calm down, but you can feel him pulsing inside you, as his tip gently touches your womb, almost like they are kissing.

The feeling of his greyish skin moving under your fingertips, while looking at his deep red  and hooded eyes, while smelling his breath as he pants above you. 

It’s exactly what you fucking needed to be back on track and assisting Neuras to create the sky runner you two dreamed of, This is what I like to call heaven's gift

He's so big, you can feel your slit extend to its limits as he trusts slowly, it's drooling like crazy around him.

You feel him trusting deeper, making you squirm and bite your own lips, almost drawing blood from the action.

"Don't hurt ya'rself" he requests before licking your lips and kissing you, he's roughly licking all over your mouth and sucking your tongue, very different from the way his hips slowly meet yours, the shakiness in his movements has diminished, to more of a shiver from time to time.

He always makes sure to trust his dick deep enough, so the head of his dick kisses your womb, trying to get more of himself inside, but there's still about two to three fingers that doesn't fit, it annoys him, he wants more, Basilio wants to be so deep that you won’t forget about this, deep enough so he’s not the only one thinking about the other, deep enough for you to be unable to pretend this didn’t happen.

Basilio’s goal is to consume your every thought with himself, just like you did to him.

The contrast between the intense and fast kiss against the slow and deep thrust makes your head spin, you gasp parting the kiss "Bas...!".

His hands are all over your chest massaging and teasing your nipples, pulling on one while rolling the other, then he changes it to pinching and licking, the pressure inside you is quickly building up, you hear him humming happily and feel his smirk against your skin.

That smirk is going to be the death of you! He stops moving his hips as he laps your chest, changing his focus to there only. he’s so meaty and heavy inside of you, the pleasure that was building up slows to à halt and simmers down.

"Please, Basilio you promised to help me!" in apanic to go back to almost cumming you try trusting your hips to feel him slide inside you, his hands stop you holding with strength but not hurting your hips.

The damn paripus raises his head just enough to glare at you, letting go of your nipple after sucking harshly on it, you hear a filthy pop sound, making you moan from the display.

"Ain' I helping?" He tilts his head a bit, looks like a confused puppy. if it was anyone else you would have kicked them out, but you had developed a soft spot for the big paripus.

"You said you could make me stop thinking! And I can still make full thoughts!" You squirm again watching his pupils focus on you and sharpen like you are prey to be eaten the more you squirm.

"I was gettin' there, if ya want we can stop" he says as he tries to separate himself from you.

"No!" You quickly pull him closer again, with both arms and legs. He doesn't fight back as you expected, making his dick slide deeper and quicker than before, it kisses the entrance to your womb, you both moan at how you are now able to take more of him, there’s only a little bit more.

You feel him pressing against your womb again, and you fucking love it, making you tighten yourself in reflex.

"Shite! Ya're too tight!" You watch as his beautiful red eyes roll back from the sudden feeling, his hips snaps as he trusts again, but he stops himself after the second one, he focuses himself on you, glaring as if you were a monster to be slain.

Well... You are, but he didn't look at you like that since Lord Louis accepted you and your friends as followers of his cause "We can't make too much noise lass" Basilio's voice seems to shake with strain.

Whining, you try to grab his hair to pull him closer, but he evades easily, so you grab on to his arm and hold him there with your nails gently stabbing him, not drawing blood.

"There isn't anyone here! Your brother is at one of the houses in the island resting, captain, and the rest of the crew will be busy outside all day due to the parting party preparations, and you know it!" Your eyes water at the overwhelming sounds and thoughts that flood your brain again, they have been giving you a headache since the human-thingy attacked you guys at sea.

Basilio frowns now worried and lays down on top of you, holding most of his weight on his arms that now lies beside your head, letting his chest touches yours for the first time since starting the coupling, you can each feel the heartbeat of the other, although you are not sure which is which.

 "Does it hurt that bad?" Now nose to nose, he's able to see the tears that haven't been shed yet, which makes him feel guilty, e just wanted to tease you, not actually bring you harm.

You nod, hugging his neck "they are so loud and so many, I can't think with so much information running wild at once, please Basilio, can you help me?" You ask for the second time that morning, this time much more softly as you rub your nose against his.

His eyes flutter while his pupils dilate again, his now hooded eyes focus on your pleading face, and soft touches, you can feel his hard dick pulsing inside you "yeah, I can do tha' " his voice is breathy, he looks drunk, on what you are not quite sure, since you know for à fact that he has not smoked or drank anything recently that could give that effect.

Finally, he starts to move again, this time quicker bringing relief with the friction, you assist with moving your hips at the pace he sets, not wanting him to stop again.

The sound of squishing as he makes more of your slick come out more and more with each of his thrusts, it makes you extremely horny, you can feel his weight on you as you hold onto him for dear life.

Basilio grunts right in your ear which makes you want more of those, but before you can start anything he surprises you by picking you up from the floor, you squeal and hug his neck tighter, afraid to fall and get hurt.

You both moan at the feeling of you fitting more of himself inside of you, 'almost there! Almost at the base!!'

Basilio's breathy laugh meets your ears, his hold on you is firm and strong "I won' drop ya'self I promise" he takes deep breaths, calming himself down, he almost came from how thight you are.

He walks to the beanbags and sits on the one he uses to sleep, letting you be on top, "if you get tired I'll help, but now you can take as much as you want"

You make yourself comfortable, spreading your legs more and wiggling down, trying to fit the last inches of his dick inside you, it hurts a little when you try to force it so you change plans.

His hands sit idle by your side, you grab both of them and place them on your hips, before leaning forward to move better, and that you do.

“Aaah!” Your hips move almost automatically.

He fills you up so very nicely, it’s so pleasant that you keep bouncing as his hands explore your chest, playing with your nipples.

Basilio’s hands move all over, from chest to hips, to thighs till your knees, then he goes for the inside of your thighs, going upwards with purpose, he collects some of your slick from where you two connect, his hand glides to your clit, making soft circles around it, which makes your insides tighten, the two moan together at the feeling.

It’s like he’s drawing a map of your body, to carve it into his mind for later, or maybe forever.

Watching your perfectly sized breasts bounce was making him go crazy, they sometimes jump together, other times with small differences from how you are moving, his mouth is salivating at the thought of tasting your smooth skin and perky nipples again.

You lean backwards, trying to find that lovely spot, you know you can find it, it’s just à matter of-

“Basilio! AAaah!” you can barely hold yourself from screaming, having to bite your lips until a bit of blood flows from the wound. “There! please!” the feeling inside you gets tighter, almost overwhelmingly so.

Basilio grunts and slide a bit on the beanbag, making the soles of his feet firmly planted on the ground, he starts to trust upwards following your pacing, you are even close, you can almost taste it, but as you start to relax and try to welcome the feeling your thighs start to go numb and slow the movement.

Feeling tears wheel up on your eyes, you toss your head back in frustration with your own body as you feel your thighs shake from exhaustion, you try to slap your on thigh to try and order it to move quicker again, but Basilio takes it as an order for him.

Your vision blurs for a moment as the world turns on itself.

Basilio’s watch the surprise in your face turns into pleasure as he starts moving without another word, quickly building up that sweet and delicious pleasure that escaped your grasp.

The paripus focuses on your warm and gummy insides, when he finally looks down to where you two meet, he’s meet with you almost taking all of him, that drives him crazy to the point of his hips meeting yours in a frantic manner, he needs it! he needs the last inch, needs it so bad!

“Wait! BA! SI! LI! O!” You try and request he slows down, but he seems almost deaf to your cries and keeps sliding witting your slit.

_’Not. Deep! Enough! Almost there!’_ as Basilio closes his eyes tightly and gets lost on the feeling, letting it take over, he fails to notice that was he was holding back also relaxed.

You watch him fucking you in a almost manic manner, the way he slides into you is very hot and only gets you almost there, and maybe if you weren’t watching and weren’t on his dick for quite a while you would think it was a prank, that this wasn’t actually happening, but it was.

Basilio had a knot! and it got bigger quicker than you expected ’that was probably what he had been holding back that made it look like he was in pain’

Before you are able to point it out he grabs behind your knees and push your legs to your chest putting you in a mating press.

“Aaaaaah!” you are unable to not scream as he starts to bully his knot against your entrance, it doesn’t get in, which makes him whine loudly.

“C’mon! I know you can do it! Please sweetheart” thrust “baby” thrust “honey” thrust.

He spits on his fingers before going straight to your little nub and doing thigh circles around it.

You are so close! So fucking close, “I can’t! Bas I can’t do it!” as you shake your head, he growls at you and your finally empty head Basilio keeps at it like a men possessed he slides your body a bit more, making himself cover you almost completely and finally, fucking finally, his knot pops inside, it presses perfectly against your g-spot, and as he keeps trusting and rubbing his knot inside you, that delicious pressure finally snaps making you scream in pleasure and arch your back while trying to impale yourself even more on him.

When you come back to yourself you hear him whispering near your hear “-so pretty, ya look so pretty under me, all nice and folded, you-” whines “you feel so good honey! my honey cake, just mine, going to make you mine forever”

He totally lost himself, whining, grunting and moaning while moving the little bit he can, he’s so deep, it would hurt, but only if he had not made you cum twice, your womb is all pliant and squish for him to spill into, but he seems to be having à hard time to get there.

One second Basilio was worshiping your body, the other he had your teeth sunk in the space between his neck and his shoulder, his brain stopped working, no rational thought was present when Basilio’s teeth savagely sunk into you, making you scream from pain, making your blood flood his mouth gently, and it tasted like the sweetest sin ever.

You are the tightest you have been all night, and all for him.

His eyes roll back while he finally cums, and feeds your body his precious seed, his body shivering from the intense feeling of relief, it goes from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

It feels warm and so so so good, almost like it belongs there, your whole body shivers as you have a third much milder orgasm.

You gently pet his back, with one hand, and his head with the other, although he is à very big man, and he’s soft all over, the only problem you actually have is being à bit hard to breath, other than your legs being à bit numb, but that can be due to the intensity of the exercise you two just did.

He hums softly, jaw still locked tightly on your skin, he slowly lets go of your neck before laying on his side, dragging you with him, due to the fact that you are knotted together.

Basilio hisses and looks down, before licking his lips that still have some blood on them, after another minute or so of his vision going in to and out of focus, he gasps and looks shocked at you "I marked you...” he looks so guilty you almost questions him about it 

You lazily blink while looking at him, too relaxed to question his guilt “it’s fine puppy” you caress his face, his eyes seem to flutter for à second before they go wild open again.

“W-what if I got you pregnant!? Louis isn’t king yet! What if-” 

“shhhhhh” you sushs him gently “I’m not a fake genius, and wouldn’t have sex without à contraceptive, I got it handled really, why don’t we take à nap? We can worry about it in like… an hour?”

“that sounds… awesome, really smart like” he yawns and nudges you softly with his nose, “it’s… going to go down… in… afewmanyminutes…. minutes”

You giggle as he snores by your ears, but before you can too, you hear à gasp.

Your eyes meet with a shocked and furious, the twink older brother of the paripus who is peacefully sleeping in your arms. 

The stretch of your lower lips and the sting from your neck are also indications of how you are NOT escaping this one “oh boy…”

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Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

It's not the fact that he just joined the group of people he was (unknowingly) enemies with, it's not the fact that the group aims to undo the prince's curse, and it's certainly not the fact that one of the group's goals is to kill the man he formerly served.

No, Basilio's problem is a single woman.

She was a member of Will's group before he was. He remembers her always staying close to him and Del when they were travelling together to Virga Island, how she looked at both of them with kind (and pitying?) eyes, how she volunteered to stay back to take care of Del with him despite the group's protests, how she shared her dream with him...

"I want to travel the whole world someday. Not just Euchronia, but everywhere else, too."

Seems oddly ambitious for just a lackey of Lord Louis, he thought then. Now, he thinks he understands her dream better. (And maybe, just for a moment, he wanted- in a small part of his heart- to make that dream come true with her.)

Basilio shook his head. He had better things to focus on! Like, I don't know, his shared life-or-death mission to wake up the prince and kill Louis?! But she was one of the ones who shared that mission, wasn't she? So can he really discard her from his thoughts so easily? Thinking about all this just made Basilio go in circles, so he tried not to think at all.

However, that was made significantly more difficult at night, when he held her in his arms while the both of them laid on the cushion in the small and dingy back room of the gauntlet runner that was barely able to fit the both of them.

"I don't mind," she said, "I'm quite small anyway, so surely we can both fit on the cushion!"

'Del and I could barely fit on that thing, and he was smaller than you!' he wanted to correct her, but when she looked at him with such a cute smile and those eyes... How could he possibly turn her down? So now here he is, laying with the girl who stole his heart in his arms, unable to sleep over the sound of the pounding heart in his chest. (And another kind of pounding- or, more accurately, throbbing in his pants.)

She was sleeping so soundly, peaceful and unaware that the man holding her is practically vibrating from the strength he has to use to hold himself back from burying his nose in the junction of her throat to sniff and smell her until he can't breathe anymore and all of his senses are filled with her, and her, and her, and only her.

Basilio would slap himself if his arms weren't so preoccupied with holding her. What the hell was wrong with him? He was acting like an animal in heat, for God's sake! He tried his best to take a deep breath without taking her scent in, (which failed, obviously) closed his eyes, and practically forced himself to fall asleep.

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

This time, it's not warmth and a throb he feels in his heart when he sees her, but a painful squeeze.

He sees her sitting next to Strohl on the round table in the middle of the gauntlet runner (now a ship sailing through the seas between the small islands surrounding Eht Ria), rubbing her hand up and down on his back in a comforting gesture while the clemar grumbles and groans about his seasickness.

Basilio hears her asking Strohl "Do you need anything?", and feels himself frown. In the very next moment, he shakes his head, and furrows his eyebrows. What is wrong with him? Basilio has never been very good at defining emotions. He feels what he feels and expresses what he feels, simple as that. The paripus accepted the fact that he is in love with her a while ago, so does that mean that this feeling is... jealousy?

Jeez, he feels like a creep just watching the two from a corner... When he turns around to leave, he runs into the Captain (now also the prince... wacky stuff), and the young man smiles at him knowingly. Unable to decide whether to feel angry or embarrassed, Basilio storms off to be alone with his thoughts in the lounge.

Unfortunately, he misses the way Will tells her "Told you".

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

Said problem is standing in front of him right now, with a frown on her face. (Basilio ignores the fact that he really, really wants to kiss it off of her face and make her smile.)

They are standing on the front deck of the gauntlet runner, each holding a letter in their hand.

Basilio's one says:

"I have something I really need to tell you. I made sure no one is going to be on the gauntlet runner, not even Neuras, so there won't be any distractions. Please meet me on the front deck at midnight." And it was signed with her name.

When she handed him the letter she got, Basilio almost tore it in half.

It was the exact same letter, except it was signed with his name.

'They set us up..!'

She blinked in confusion. "...Who?"

Shit. He said that out loud.

Before he could try to salvage the situation the best he possibly could, it seemed like she understood what was going on.

"...Oh."

Basilio felt like his remaining sanity was trapped within the breath he was holding. What she said next completely evaporated any chance he might've had to regain it.

"Well... Do you have something you need to tell me?"

The paripus finally sighed. There was no way he would run away from this. If she rejected him, so be it. Although there was no way he could keep staying in the same room as her if that happened. He supposed he could curl up on one of the sofas in the lounge instead.

But all the feelings he thought he wanted to tell her got caught in his throat when he raised his head to look at her and their eyes met.

"I... Uh..." Basilio's tongue felt like lead in his mouth. His face felt so hot he thought he might go up in flames in the next moment.

She simply studied his face for a moment, and then smiled. She raised a hand to caress his face, which was the moment. Basilio was, at this point, in physical pain from holding back. So he decided not to anymore.

He surged forward, one of his hand shooting out to grab her waist, the other cradling the back of her head, and he smashed his lips against hers. The desperation and yearning coursing through his veins flowed down, down, down, until his pants were uncomfortably tight. Her arms coiled around his torso and held on tight, almost like she was afraid he would disappear if she let go. But it was okay, he would tell her that he wouldn't, no matter what. Whether it be with his words, or with his body.

They parted for just a moment to catch their breath. If Basilio was in a sane state of mind, he might have felt embarrassed over the fact that he was panting like a dog, but he couldn't even think about that while she was looking at him like he was the whole world.

"Basilio... I'm in love with you."

He felt like he could cry. He hid his face and his teary eyes in the crook of her neck.

"...I was waiting for you to say that."

He, in fact, was not. He basically had zero hopes of her ever reciprocating his feelings. As a paripus, he's used to being rejected in all kinds of ways. He thought that his love for her would be no different, and yet...

He lifted his head up to kiss her again, more properly this time, but her hand over his mouth stopped him.

"It's getting cold. Why don't we go inside?"

Basilio silently nodded.

Basilio Lupus Magnus has a problem.

And it's the very big one throbbing in his pants.

A problem which is made worse by the second as the love of his life, the girl he just kissed not even a minute ago, combs his hair back with her hands to leave soft yet dizzying kisses on his neck. While sitting on his lap, no less.

Basilio double, triple checked that their door was locked before doing anything, even though the letters said that not even Neuras would be on the runner tonight. But even if there was someone else here besides them, Basilio's keen ears would be able to hear them anyway.

Although, he wasn't sure how well he would be able to focus on hearing in this situation as a particularly harsh suck on the part where his neck connects to his shoulders rips an involuntary groan from his throat.

She softly laughs as she hears his tail thump between his legs on the cushion they're laying on.

"Are you getting impatient? Sorry... but I just want to savour you."

She takes one of the hands laying on her waist and brings it down to her ass. Basilio grits his teeth and squeezes, careful not to let his claws dig into her. The breathy moan that she lets out makes his cock jump so hard he almost believes that it would burst out of his pants.

"...I can't wait any longer."

Saying nothing in reply, she simply smiles and lets him flip them over. She feels her heart jump at the display of his strength, how he can always lift her like she weighs nothing. She remembers the way he smiled bashfully when she told him that he made her feel safe because of it.

Seeing Basilio on top of her like this made her extremely conscious of how small she is compared to him. She was always aware of how tall he was, but now, as he's pulling his half undone shirt over his head, she's noticing just how big he is.

She is miraculously able to hold back the whine itching at the back of her throat.

She reaches out a hand to run over the scars littering his chest, both new and old, and Basilio lets out a sigh when she grazes over one of the scars he got from the igniter experiments. He lifts one of his hands off of the cushion and lowers himself with the other so that he is laying on his elbow and so, so close to her that he can feel her uneven breaths hit his face, and grabbed the hand roaming on his chest.

Almost like snapping out of a trance, she gasped, and he smiled as he brought her hand up to kiss it. Then, he slowly parted his lips and bit down on her fingers, not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough for her to feel his fangs pressing down on her knuckles.

She could hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as Basilio let her hand go in favor of kissing her again and again, leaving her breathless.

She lightly pressed on his chest to make him pull away, and he did what she wanted, albeit reluctantly. The young woman felt slightly hypocritical for calling Basilio impatient earlier, as she felt that her patience had run out a long, long time ago, and she would die if he didn't fuck her right now.

"Basilio... please..."

Her words failed her, and she brought her hand down to tug on his pants, making his tail swish wildly behind him, although she couldn't see it with Basilio's figure engulfing her vision.

Without saying anything, the paripus stood up to discard his pants and underwear as fast as he possibly could, cursing when his tail got caught up on his belt. The sight would've made her giggle if she wasn't so painfully horny.

She could swear both pairs of her lips drooled at the sight of his cock. Almost as if on instinct, she flew up from where she was sitting, got on her knees, and took the tip of Basilio's cock into her mouth before he could stop her.

Basilio hissed and cursed as his hand involuntarily went to cradle the back of her head. He had to fight the urge to push her head down when she started sucking him.

The paripus wouldn't mind letting her do whatever she wants if this was any other instance, but every single cell in his body was screaming at him to throw her down onto the cushion where they had slept together on so many occasions and just slam into her balls deep and empty everything he has been holding back deep inside.

So he gently pulled her away from him, picked her up, and laid the both of them back down the cushion, with Basilio on top of her. Just when she thought he would finally fuck her, the paripus lowered himself until he was face to face (or more accurately, face to pussy) with her wet, dripping heat. Basilio buried his nose in her clothed pussy and took a big, shameless breath, letting her smell engulf him whole.

Unable to care about anything else anymore, Basilio utilized his claws to rip apart her undergarments and dove his tongue in her hole as soon as she was exposed. He lapped at her and shoved his tongue in until he physically couldn't anymore. Her moans and gasps fuelled his growing lust, as well as her hands gripping his hair.

Basilio took her hands in his and brought them up over to his ears. He momentarily parted from her pussy to tell her that she could hold onto them if she wanted to. He dove back in as she started to gently rub and pet his ears.

"Ah... Basilio, here..."

She tugged at his ears to bring his head up and shoved his mouth on her clit.

"Suck here."

Basilio groaned as he did as he was told. With each lick and suck his fangs would graze her and she would gasp, although the feeling only served to excite her further. The grip she had on his ears borderlined on painful as she tensed beneath the vice grip on her thighs.

"Basilio... 'M gonna cum..!"

Her words only caused him to lick her faster, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Finally, she threw her head back and let out a strained moan as she gushed on his mouth and tongue. Basilio thoughts it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, the sight of her making the ache in his cock unbearable.

The paripus quickly climbed back on top of her and let her taste herself on his tongue. Her breath quickened as she heard the wet sound of Basilio spreading his precum over his cock. He parted from her only slightly just so he could look into her eyes as he fisted his cock and started to push his swollen tip into her tight pussy.

Even with how wet and loose she was from her orgasm, Basilio still felt like his cock was practically being strangled by her walls. Knowing how well-endowed he was, the paripus was about to tell her to relax, but saw that her expression didn't look pained at all. In fact she looked very... impatient?

"It's okay... You can keep going. I, uh..." she stammered for a bit as Basilio stared at her with curious eyes. "I can't believe I'm about to admit this, but... I'm... used to this."

Basilio stayed silent. The implication of that was something that he did not want to think about. Thankfully, sensing his discomfort, she rushed to clarify.

"..! I didn't mean... I mean, uh... I have toys that are about your size, so..."

Oh.

Oh.

Suddenly, Basilio felt a surge of confidence course through him.

"Do you, now?" He smirked, sending a shiver down her spine. The look in his eyes was one that she saw often, when he brought down his axe on their enemies to destroy them.

"Then that means I don't have to hold back, right?" She watched his pupils expand vertically in excitement. Basilio then pulled out until only his tip was inside and slammed the entirety of his length inside her with one powerful thrust. Her hand scrambled to find purchase on any part of Basilio's body as he set an unforgiving pace with his hips.

The paripus pulled her closer until their chests were pressing against each other and buried his nose in her neck. He took a deep breath, smelling her sweat and excitement, and bit down. If she wasn't loud before, she sure as hell was now. The metallic taste of her blood filled his mouth as he kissed and lapped at the wound he inflicted, the gentle act of kindness completely contrasting with the harsh movements that drove his cock into her over and over again.

Basilio felt like he was about to lose his mind. His head fell onto the cushion below him as his thrusts became more and more sloppy.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum..!"

He was somehow still coherent enough to warn her, although it seemed more like a promise to her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her ankles together.

"Inside," was the only word she was able to get out.

In a scenario where the two of them weren't absolutely out of their minds with lust clouding their judgement, they would've never even considered it. But the only thing that Basilio could picture in his head (picture, not think) was the image of her, with her belly swollen with his baby... babies? Either way, just that alone was enough to push the paripus over the edge.

Apparently, she was picturing something along the same lines as well, because her hole became impossibly tight around him as she came with a yell. Basilio slammed their hips together as he spilled inside her, the fluttering of her walls milking him for all he's worth. His ears were practically pinned to the top of his head as he let out a guttural moan at the overstimulation.

Thankfully, Basilio was able to stop himself from collapsing and knocking the wind out of her. Instead, he took her in his arms and laid the both of them on their sides, pulling out in the process. She whined in discomfort at the feeling of his cum running out of her and onto the cushion below, and he rubbed his cheek on her head in apology.

She was just about to fall asleep to the sound of his soft purring when Basilio suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed,

"Crap! We should clean up before everyone gets back!"

And her drowsiness was washed away in an instant as the two scrambled up and off of their makeshift (and now stained) bed.

Basilio Lupus Magnus had a problem.

But not anymore.

His chest vibrated with his purring as his lover sat between his legs with her back to his chest in the outdoor bath, content.

Out of the blue, she broke the comfortable silence that was built between them.

"Um... This is a just in case, but... I'm on a particularly strong contraceptive right now, so you don't have to worry about me getting pregnant or anything..."

Honestly, Basilio had forgotten all about that in the heat of his mind blowing orgasm, but now that she mentioned it...

"Uh, about that... I was kinda imagining what our kids would look like."

When the he realized how that sounded, it was already out of his mouth and he wanted to punch himself. He lowered his head in embarrassment as he felt his face heat up. His ears perked up when he heard her laughter.

"Maybe after we put Louis under the dirt? I mean... with the world our Captain is gonna create, our children won't have to face the discrimination that people of mixed tribes do now."

He supposed that she was right. The thought of building a family with her made his chest bloom with warmth as his purring grew louder.

But what she said next made him freeze.

"Although... All contraceptives have a chance to fail, so..."

She craned her head back to look at him.

"Wanna try and find out it's effectiveness with me?"

“So, who did you get into a scrap with this time, Basilio?”

The question that breezed past the plump skin of your lips made Basilio’s ears twitch in response. His ruby gaze can’t quite seem to meet your inquisitive stare as he sat in the chair across from you in the medical bay. His taller stature sunk into the chair, his shoulders hunched and spine bent as he slouched. He sniffed loudly, the scent of disinfectant making his nose itch and sit heavily on the back of his tongue every time he had to swallow. 

“It was nothing” Basilio replied with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “Just some new recruit running their mouth. Someone had to put them in their place.”

A soft hum stirred in your throat as you gingerly took Basilio’s hands in yours. You didn’t notice the way the hairs on his tail bristled on end at the brush of your warm skin passing over his, your delicate fingers passing over his hands as you inspected the damage. His palms were littered with callouses and healed scars, a testament that he was a fighter and knew how to handle the axe he wielded. But there were fresh scratches carved into his knuckles, some deep enough to make dots of blood bead to the surface. His knuckles were bruised and you could tell by the way his sun kissed skin swelled around those areas. You tentatively poked the tender flesh and noticed his eyebrow twitch for a brief second, a pinch forming between his brow as he bit back a small huff of pain. You couldn’t help the smile that twitched at your lips before you began patching him up.

You always patched Basilio up, even if it was a minor scrape or bruise. He usually complained about it, arguing that he was fine and didn’t need treatment. But lately, he didn’t seem to offer up even an ounce of hesitation when you grabbed him by the wrists and dragged him towards your office to bandage him up. Fidelio usually wasn’t far behind his younger brother and he joined you this time, like he always did, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the far wall next to the only exit. His eyes were sharp as he observed your interaction, staring at the side of Basilio’s head as a thought crossed his mind. He was mildly surprised that when Basilio explained the reason he was here, he omitted the part that the reason he decked the new recruit was because they just so happened to be bad mouthing you. As soon as they had made fun of your appearance and weight, Basilio had knocked their lights out. Fastest he had ever witnessed someone pass out, he reckoned. And Basilio wasn’t telling you about it? He half expected him to run his mouth like he normally did.

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, breaking Fidelio out of the stupor he was caught in as you addressed him.

“You seem awfully quite today Fidelio” you mused as you dabbed rubbing alcohol onto the back of Basilio’s hands. “Something on your mind?”

Fidelio’s tongue clicked behind his teeth as he stuffed his hands into the pocket of his pants, his stance taking on a much more relaxed pose as he leaned further against the wall at his back. 

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with lass” he replied. “Just worry about fussing over Bas. Poor bugger about sprinted over here after his little tiff.”

Basilio flustered from Fidelio’s words, head whipping around to him to shoot him a half-hearted glare. “Del!” 

All Fidelio offered him was a smarmy, cat-like smile. He was well aware of Basilio’s massive, fat crush on you and he took the opportunity every now and again to tease him about said crush. Basilio threw his older brother another dirty look, silently pleading for him to shut his trap and not fluster him further. It did not matter, because being in your presence could easily flustered the Paripus, especially if you were the one. 

Your hands suddenly tightened around Basilio’s wrists as you drew them back towards you, your grip firm as they hovered just over your lap. Basilio’s head turned as well, his cheeks feeling hot as the warmth your body radiated starting seeping into his own skin.

“Hold still, Bas” you gently reprimanded. 

Basilio swallowed thickly, his bushy tail thrashing like mad behind him as he started to nod his head along to your words.

“Right. Sorry.”

He settled as you trailed your smaller hands along his and he did his best to keep still for you. He didn’t want you to accidentally nick yourself along his sharp claws. You were mindful of the talons as you started to wrap small scraps of cloth around his cuts, your movements slow and measured, like you didn’t want to cause any more discomfort for him. It was one of the reasons that Basilio had fallen head over heels for you. You were so soft, kind and warm to both he and his brother, despite them both being Paripus. You didn’t judge others on their appearance, like most others did, and you would always lend a helping hand when needed. You were a talented healer and your caring personality matched it. He couldn’t stop staring at you, at the way your lashes fluttered over the swell of your round cheeks, or the gentle purse of your plush lips as you concentrated on your task. You looked so soft. You were soft. Basilio remembered. He had picked you up once to help you reach something high up on a shelf. Despite your complaints that your plump body would be too heavy to lift, he still did it, even if just to prove you wrong. He honestly didn’t know why you had been so worried. He was strong and your weight had felt like a mere suggestion to him as he wrapped his arms around your plump waist and hoisted you up. The memory still lingered in his mind. He could taste the perfume you had worn that day in the back of his throat. He honestly did not know how he wasn’t freaking out with you touching him now. 

And little did he realise, that was your current predicament. It was hard to keep your hands steady in Basilio’s proximity. His hands were so warm. His nails were well kept despite his penchant for getting into fights. You were freaking out at how big they were. He could fit both of your tiny hands into the large palm of one of his and the thought alone was making your head feel a little dizzy. You did your best to quell the thoughts stirring in your hazy mind, tucking them back into your box of day dreams that you could fantasise with later. Basilio was your friend and you didn’t know if he even viewed you the same way. You were unsure of when your friendship started to mean something a little more to you but you had fallen for the handsome Paripus and you had fallen hard. 

After a long, drawn out silence you had finally finished patching Basilio up. With a small sigh of relief you put your tools away, a beaming smile settled on your face. 

“I’m all done” you announced. 

Basilio’s ears perked up at the sound of your cheery voice, a smile touching his lips ashis tail continued to wag happily behind him. He inspected his hands, turning them over and flexing his fingers to test the strength of his bandages. Not tight enough to cut off circulation but firm enough to hold in place. 

“You did a great job” Basilio said. “I expected no less from such a great healer.”

It was your turn to feel flustered as you shuffled around your little clinic, cheeks warm as you briefly averted your gaze. You giggled softly, twirling a stray piece of your hair around your finger before tucking it behind your ear.

“Well, I don’t know about all that…”

Basilio was standing now and you had to crane your head slightly to look up at him. 

“I mean it” Basilio insisted. “Never seen a better healer in me life. Tell her, Del.”

Fidelio gave a flippant wave of his hand. “What he said” he simply stated, agreeing with his brother’s previous statement. 

You preened under their attention, pinching another piece of hair between your fingers and twirling it around until it was curling around your digit. The Paripus brothers were nice to you. Fidelio took a longer time to warm up to you than Basilio did and his personality could still be a little prickly at times, but you knew he was appreciative every time you patched up his little brother. 

“Is there anything else you needed?” you asked. 

Basilio opened his mouth, intending to respond, but Fidelio cut him off before he could even take a breath. 

“Yeah, he’s got a case of the ‘love bug’” Fidelio piped up. “I’m afraid you’re the only one that can treat it.”

Basilio sputtered, almost biting his own tongue off as he turned on his heel towards his brother. 

“Del! Shut yer trap, would ya? Don’t put me on the spot like that!”

Fidelio’s eyes rolled so hard they almost disappeared into the back of his skull. He had been witness to you both dancing around each other for so long. He could only take so much before he just had to say something. 

“Oh belt up, Bas” Fidelio bit back. “I’m trying to help, ya twit. And that goes for you too lass.”

You blinked owlishly in surprise when Fidelio seemed to be addressing you. You tipped your head, raising a questioning brow as you hesitantly pointed to yourself. 

“Yes, you” Fidelio confirmed. “I see the way you twirl your hair every time Basilio compliments you. I know ya ain’t daft, so quit acting like it and fess up.”

Fidelio had caught you both off guard and neither of you knew how to respond. Your feelings were out in the open now and it was going to take a moment to process your thoughts. You couldn’t believe how brazen Fidelio had been with spilling your secrets like that. You figured he must have been tired watching the silly charade going on between the two of you. With a small huff Fidelio pushed himself from the wall, seeing himself out and throwing a few more words over his shoulder before promptly shutting the door behind him. 

“Sort it out between the two of you.”

Well, the cat was out of the bag. You and Basilio fell into silence for a long time. Neither of you knew what to say nor where to begin. You were still reeling from the revelation that Basilio possibly harboured the same feelings you did for him and your heart was beating so loud you could hear it beating like a drum in your ears. You and Basilio continued to awkwardly glance in each other’s direction, trying to pluck up enough courage to speak but flustering when it came time. It was Basilio that broke the silence. 

“Sorry about that” Basilio started, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head. “Del means well, please don’t sour on him.”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath as you placed your hand on your chest. You could feel your heart racing beneath your fingertips as you sifted through your head for the right words. 

“I’m not mad at him. Just…still reeling a bit, is all” you confessed. 

You took a brief pause, taking another deep breath as you steeled your resolve for what you were about to say.

“I just wanted to say-”

“I wanted to tell you-”

You and Basilio both stopped short when you realised you were speaking over the other. You felt warmth rush to your cheeks. 

“I’m sorry, you go first” you said.

Basilio shook his head. “It’s alright. After you.”

“No, please. I insist. Bas.”

Basilio loved hearing his nickname on the tip of your tongue. It sounded really nice when you said it. His tail perked up and this time you noticed it. It swayed gently behind him as he faced you, eyes locked onto yours as he garnered your attention.

“Look, I quite fancy you. And I was wondering if you…well you don’t have to…but would you like to…have dinner? With me? Doesn’t have to be anything fancy. I’m pretty handy with a pan myself. What say you? Now, I won’t be offended if you decline.”

Basilio was rambling a little but you waited until he was finished, falling silent as he awaited your response in anticipation. His heart was ready to leap up into his throat as you slowly started to nod your head in agreement, his wagging more violently as you offered him a warm smile. 

“That sounds like a lovely idea. I would love to be treated to your cooking.”