#SY insists that he didn’t want that side.

[taizi]

gently in the cold dark earth

scum villain's self saving system word count: 2k canon divergent / no system au; sy transmigrates into an empty npc role; gray lotus binghe loves his shixiong more than life and he's ready to make it everyone's problem

title borrowed from work song by hozier

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The first thing Luo Binghe does when he escapes the Abyss is return to Cang Qiong Mountain. 

With Xin Mo secured to his back, the way could be instant if he so chose—the journey of a thousand miles reduced to a single step—but he unsheathes the elegant jian at his hip instead.

Yong Liang sings sweetly for him, the snow white blade still shining and untainted even after years of helping Luo Binghe carve his way through hell. It has never once failed him, soulbound to the one person still on this earth who has never failed him. 

“Take it,” his shixiong insisted, low and urgent. The Abyss was behind them, an even deadlier threat was ahead, and Without A Cure clogging his meridians made Luo Binghe the best choice to wield the only unshattered spirit sword they had between them. “Binghe, take it.”

He pressed until Luo Binghe’s grip curled tight around the hilt, not hesitating to put his soul in Luo Binghe’s hands even with the rosy glow of an unsealed demon mark shining on his face. 

Luo Binghe flies at a pace best described as dangerously reckless, hardly smelling the fragrant spring air or feeling the sun on his face. His robes are a disgrace, his hair a tangled, matted mess, and it occurs to him that he could stop somewhere and clean himself up, make himself presentable, but it’s a brief, fleeting thought. 

Shen Yuan would be furious to find out that Luo Binghe wasted even a single second returning to his side. 

——

He passes through the ancient wards effortlessly, feeling them fall away from him like water. It’s a simple thing to tamp down on his demonic qi, to disguise the parts of him that those so-called righteous cultivators would scorn. He ghosts through the familiar grounds as eagerly as a starving animal bolting down a fresh game trail, but one by one, all of their familiar haunts come up empty, without even a lingering trace of Shen Yuan’s spiritual energy left behind.   

The head disciple’s room is dusted and undisturbed, as if its occupant might walk through the door at any moment, but the lack of clutter and the empty book shelf makes it very clear to Luo Binghe what the truth must be.

If Shen Yuan returned to the peak after the Conference, he didn’t stay. 

All at once, images crowd the front of his mind—his shixiong grieving, pulling away, turning his back on those responsible for his heartache. 

Yue Qingyuan, always only a step behind wherever his precious Xiu Ya sword went, promised that no one wanted to hurt them. They only wanted to help.

He looked so solemn and righteous that Shen Yuan reluctantly allowed himself to be convinced. Luo Binghe, who had gone to the man for help after a bloody whipping when he was a child, only to be given a walnut cake and turned away at the door, knew better. 

He wasn’t surprised when Shen Yuan was wrenched away from him, and shizun sent him staggering off the cliff with a spiritual dagger buried to the hilt in his chest, all of it happening within a matter of seconds—but it still hurt. 

Shen Yuan’s scream followed him all the way down. 

I’m alive, Luo Binghe thinks, with no one there to tell it to. I came back to you. Let me come back to you. 

——

Including time spent in the abyss, it’s three years before they meet again. 

Luo Binghe’s revenge is his second priority at best, but he is nothing if not efficient and knows how to kill two birds with the same stone. Huan Hua affords him ample resources and opportunities to scour the world for his missing shixiong while playing the role of earnest and diligent new disciple. He snatches up each mission that comes along as though  eager to prove his worth to the sect that so graciously took him in, but he takes every excuse to wander, to search, to make conversation with vendors and innkeepers and passing strangers. 

Have you seen my heart? It lives outside of me in the form of a beautiful young man and tends to wander. Very contrary, likes to fuss over people, could argue the stripes off a lushu just for fun. You’d know it if you met it. You’d never forget. 

The days blur together, meaningless and gray, but he doesn’t stop looking. Shen Yuan still exists somewhere in this world, because otherwise Luo Binghe wouldn’t. It’s the only thing that makes sense. The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about. 

And then, finally—an afternoon in Jinlan City, when Luo Binghe arrives in a throng of incompetent gold-clad Huan Hua disciples, to investigate a plague of all things—

He’s there. 

In dark, neutral colors and plain clothes, a traveling cloak with its hood resting down around his shoulders, as if his beauty could possibly be lessened by cheap, shapeless fabrics rather than effortlessly enhanced. His hair falls from its half-tail in glorious waves—he never did have the patience for anything elaborate, only wearing braids when one of his sticky shidimei cajoled and convinced him. Traveling alone, who could he possibly have to roll his eyes at and complain about and sit patiently still for?

A pale green ribbon is all that decorates his hair. Luo Binghe recognizes it instantly. 

“You should spend your allowance on yourself, Binghe,” Shen Yuan scolded him, not for the first time and certainly not for the last. 

“But I did,” Luo Binghe protested, widening his eyes and clasping his hands earnestly, the way he knew worked best. “I wanted it! And now that I have it, I want to give it to you.”

Shen Yuan was too clever by half to be truly fooled by the innocent act, but he always folded like paper anyway. He spoiled all of his shidimei but Luo Binghe most of all. Anyone on Qing Jing Peak would be hard-pressed to think of a single example of Shen Yuan telling Luo Binghe ‘no.’ 

Sure enough, after a second spent visibly wrestling with himself, he blurted, “Oh, fine! Hand it over.” 

He wore it every day since. He’s wearing it now. The wind catches the ends of it, sending it streaming behind him like the tails of a paradise flycatcher. Lovely. 

For a brief moment, Luo Binghe is frozen where he stands, finally faced with the very thing that he’s been missing for years, that he’s been living a miserable half-life without. 

And then he remembers himself and lurches forward. His voice is a tangle in his throat but he manages to choke out, “Shixiong!”

A strike of lightning couldn’t have jolted Shen Yuan into more perfect stillness. He stops mid-step, every inch of him as good as carved from precious jade. He doesn’t turn his head, and the sliver of his face visible from where Luo Binghe stands is very pale. 

Luo Binghe wonders suddenly if this has happened to him before—if Shen Yuan has heard a voice on the road or in the market that was almost familiar, that was almost the one he was hoping for, only to be disappointed when he turned to follow it and found a stranger. 

Luo Binghe shortens the distance between them with a few anxious steps and tries again. 

“Shixiong.”

The older boy whirls around abruptly, as if to get it over with. He’s bracing himself, but Luo Binghe barely has a second to absorb Shen Yuan’s painful-looking anticipation before it bleeds out of his face in favor of something else entirely. 

He looks like the earth has fallen out from beneath his feet, like he hardly dares to believe his eyes. Zheng Yang gleams golden at Shen Yuan’s hip, reforged and whole again.

“Binghe?”  

“It’s me,” Luo Binghe says softly. 

There’s a tableau he’s afraid to break, as if they’re in a delicate dreamscape and a move too sudden or loud might dissolve it. He wants to say I’ve missed you the way lungs miss air, immediately and needfully, I haven’t breathed at all since we’ve been apart. He wants to say you’re my light in the dark, I can only stand in front of you now because I love you too much to ever truly leave you. 

Instead, he tells his dearest friend, “This one made you wait. But your Binghe is here.”

Shen Yuan sprints the rest of the way to meet him, almost before he’s even finished talking, and they collide in a solid embrace that knocks the air from them both. 

His arms wind around Luo Binghe’s waist like steel bands, fingers digging into the back of his robes, precious face pressed into the crook of his neck and shoulder. Luo Binghe doesn’t hesitate to gather him up close, holding him as tightly and securely as he knows how, burying his nose in his shixiong’s hair and breathing in the familiar, beloved smell of him.  

Shen Yuan is a few inches shorter than he remembers. All the better to tuck him beneath Luo Binghe’s chin, to cover and surround him so completely that not even the heavens above can get a decent eyeful. 

He wants to grab and bite and pin Shen Yuan beneath him and never let go. His jaw aches with wanting it. 

“I’ve been looking for you,” Luo Binghe says, eyes wet. “I went home first.” Unsaid goes the obvious but you weren’t there. 

“How could I stay?” Shen Yuan bites out, managing to sound all at once strangled and bewildered and—charmingly—offended. He shakes his head without lifting it, an aggressive nuzzle against Binghe’s shoulder. “After what they did to you, I’d rather die than represent their stupid sect another minute.”

“Step away from it, Shen Yuan,” shizun said coldly. “I’ll put that beast back where it belongs.”

“No,” shixiong said in a voice that was smaller than usual, one that shook. He was frightened, clearly overwhelmed, but he didn’t budge from where he was plastered in front of Luo Binghe like a breathing shield. 

“Now.” 

“No, shizun.”

“Shizhi,” Yue Qingyuan said gently, offering his hand. “Come here. It will be alright.”

Shen Yuan said, “No. You can’t hurt Binghe. He’s not bad just because of who his parents are. He’s as good as he was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that. He’s hardworking and loyal and a sweetheart to anybody who gives him half a chance. He’s so good.”

Liu Qingge was behind the sect leader, sword drawn. Shen Qingqiu was quickly losing what little patience he had, face twisted into a sneer, dark eyes stabbing hatefully at Luo Binghe from over his head disciple’s shoulder. There were more figures rapidly drawing closer, the other peak lords following the flare of Yue Qingyuan’s qi. The standoff was becoming more and more untenable, and Shen Yuan was too smart not to see that, shrinking back against Luo Binghe as much as he could without crowding him closer to the edge. 

“You can’t hurt him,” he said again, the closest Luo Binghe had ever heard him come to tears, “he’s my shidi.”

Luo Binghe is unsurprised by his shixiong’s loyalty, because it’s already been proven to him over and over. It’s unremarkable at this point, which is an absolutely remarkable thing in itself. It makes him feel warm with gratitude and affection and ownership. 

Shen Yuan is clever and quick on his feet and always three steps ahead, more knowledgeable about flora and fauna than anyone else Binghe has ever known combined, and probably a force to be reckoned with as a rogue cultivator, where the only rules of conduct he has to adhere to are his own. 

But Luo Binghe hates to think of him on the road alone, without the little martial siblings who follow him like ducklings, without his Binghe there to make sure he remembers to eat all his meals and comb out his hair before bed. He’s a creature of comfort, made for airy rooms with too many cushions and an abundance of sweets and books to read. 

Luo Binghe has fantasized more than once about building a home for Shen Yuan to lounge prettily in. It was, in fact, his favorite flavor of daydream since he was about thirteen. 

If Shen Yuan wants to rogue cultivate, then that’s what they’ll do. But Luo Binghe thinks, if he constructs a palace that’s as comfortable as it is grand, and fills it with trashy romance novels and obscure beasts and his own hand-made meals, he can convince his friend to live in it with him.

Shen Yuan needs to be taken care of. Luo Binghe needs to be the one taking care of him. They’re together now and they’ll never be apart again and those needs can both be met. 

That possessive, proprietary feeling coils dark and deep inside him, undulating lazily like a serpent who’s fed enough for days, reminding him over and over what he already knows:

Mine. 

#scum villian self saving system #svsss #bingyuan #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen yuan #my writing #svsss fic #sy transmigrates into a blank role in a world where his favorite character exists #and he's supposed to - what ? NOT fulfill his personal fantasy of being lbh's best friend ?? ok 🙄 #naturally binghe has been obsessed since the moment this pretty boy first smiled at him #bingbing i love you you deserve a good shixiong / future wife and i'm here to deliver #ALSO sy's sword name is (yǒng) meaning perpetual ; eternal ; forever #and 亮 (liàng) meaning bright ; clear ; to show ; to shine #in my mind's eye zheng yang is golden so yong liang's silvery white is the perfect compliment #YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE SUN & MOON SHIP DYNAMIC 🫵 #heaven and hell were words to me

[bihansthot]

Title: Mating Season

Rating: Mature (so much filth, hemipenes c*m inflation, DP, overstimulation, breeding)

Pairing: Syzoth x f!reader (implied Bi-Han x f!reader, implied Bi-Han x Syzoth, implied OT3)

Word Count: 7,000-ish

Summary: You yawn and roll around the bed groggily, you’re disoriented and groggy and more pressingly, cold. At some point during the night, your electric blanket had decided to turn itself off and you curse the automatic timer to yourself before burrowing deeper under the covers. Something feels off though, not right, and you roll over towards his side of the bed and realize he’s not there, “Sy?” You call out, unwilling to come out of your mountain of blankets as you search around the bed fruitlessly, “Bi-Han?” No answer from either, not that you expected the Grandmaster to actually still be in the vicinity of the bedroom, he had most likely been awake for quite some time overseeing mission paperwork and morning workouts. You shiver as you force yourself out of bed, very reluctantly, and throw on your heavy fur-laden robes as you make your way to the bathroom. You put your hair back before splashing some water on your face and scrubbing the cleanser onto your face, you take a moment to savor the hot water on your skin. You almost reluctantly pat your face dry with a nice fluffy towel as you set upon the rest of your morning routine, you yawn loudly as you make your face up, of course, both Bi-Han and Syzoth insisted your were beautiful as is, but you wore makeup for yourself, not for your lovers. Besides you didn’t like how sleepy and sickly you always looked without eyeliner on so you set to your task and draw a thin line of coal over your eyelids and make your final touch-ups. You change into your fur-lined day clothes and head out of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

Author’s Notes: Ok my loves, so many of you asked (there are lots of comments asking for it but I couldn’t remember what posts they were on) for this how could I not deliver some of the finest filth I’ve ever crafted, it’s like 9 sinful pages of Reptile filth at its finest, I’m pretty proud of this one but I will say this one is kind of a continuation of one of my favorites ever, Boo to You! Happy Howl-o-ween and I highly recommend you read it to better understand this fic. You also might recognize a certain maid if you’ve read Earning Your Keep too. This particular story is a solo Reptile (Syzoth) x f!reader but it’s set in my OT3 universe so there are interactions and mentions of Bi-Han too. As always please feed my starving ego! If you enjoyed this one let me know! Comment, Like, Reblog DM me, send asks whatever just engage! I know you lovelies wanted this one and I hope I delivered! Sending lots of love ❤️

You yawn and roll around the bed groggily, you’re disoriented and groggy and more pressingly, cold. At some point during the night, your electric blanket had decided to turn itself off and you curse the automatic timer to yourself before burrowing deeper under the covers. Something feels off though, not right, and you roll over towards his side of the bed and realize he’s not there, “Sy?” You call out, unwilling to come out of your mountain of blankets as you search around the bed fruitlessly, “Bi-Han?” No answer from either, not that you expected the Grandmaster to actually still be in the vicinity of the bedroom, he had most likely been awake for quite some time overseeing mission paperwork and morning workouts. You shiver as you force yourself out of bed, very reluctantly, and throw on your heavy fur-laden robes as you make your way to the bathroom. You put your hair back before splashing some water on your face and scrubbing the cleanser onto your face, you take a moment to savor the hot water on your skin. You almost reluctantly pat your face dry with a nice fluffy towel as you set upon the rest of your morning routine, you yawn loudly as you make your face up, of course, both Bi-Han and Syzoth insisted your were beautiful as is, but you wore makeup for yourself, not for your lovers. Besides you didn’t like how sleepy and sickly you always looked without eyeliner on so you set to your task and draw a thin line of coal over your eyelids and make your final touch-ups. You change into your fur-lined day clothes and head out of the Grandmaster’s chambers.

You wander around the compound for a bit trying to keep an eye out for either of your lovers, but having little luck tracking down either. Slowly you make your way to the kitchen, breakfast was long over but if you were lucky you’d still be able to sneak a bowl of congee from the girls in the kitchen. Luck was in your favor as you enter the wonderfully warm kitchen and greet the girls, “Zhilan, good morning!” You call brightly as your morning fatigue seems to lessen upon seeing your favorite of the serving girls.

“Good morning my lady!” she replies happily, bowing lowly as a sign of respect for you, “I set aside a bowl of congee and some soft boiled eggs for you.”

“You’re a live saver Zhilan!” You smile happily as you take the bowl of piping hot congee from her before helping yourself to a nice hot cup of coffee. You take a seat on one of the wooden stools in the spacious kitchen as you begin to enjoy your breakfast, there was nothing particularly remarkable about the congee but it was hearty and warming and in the harsh climate of Arctika, nothing seemed to hit the spot quite like it. You take your time finishing your breakfast, but nearly gulp down the coffee, desperate for the satisfying buzz of caffeine. “Say, Zhilan, have you seen Bi-Han or Syzoth this morning? I can’t seem to find either.”

“The Grandmaster was overseeing the youth practice this morning, but I haven’t see Master Syozth, my lady, I’m sorry I can’t be of more help to you,” she looks down worried as Zhilan replies to your query.

“Ah ok, thanks so much, I’ll go pester Bi-Han then,” you slid the dishes into the sink before thanking the girls again and heading back out into the harsh cold. You make your way to the training grounds following the grunts and dejected cries from the young initiates, “Polar Bear, there you are!” You smile happily as you make your way across the training field and find the Grandmaster there sternly barking out corrections.

“Qīn, you’re finally awake I see,” he smiles playfully as he motions for Kuai Liang to take over directing the young warriors. He glares intensely at his students as he hears snickering and snide comments from a few of the more troublesome students, “you and you! See me after class. I have buckets with your names on them.”

You wince slightly at his tone and the harsh punishment of making the boys stand out in the cold for who knows how long holding heavy water-laden buckets with their arms extended. “Polar Bear, it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have interrupted class, maybe go easy on them for once?”

“There’s no mercy in the Lin Kuei qīn, you should know that by now.” Bi-Han sneers before steering you off to the side, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong, I don’t think at least, I just can’t find Sy and was wondering if you had seen him,” you answer truthfully.

“I saw him early this morning, something seemed,” the cryomancer pauses for a moment as if searching for a phrase that wouldn’t alarm you, “off. His eyes seemed unfocused and his breathing was hard, I sent him to the physician. I’m not sure a human physician will be able to tend to a Zaterran though.” Bi-Han answers as he cups your worried face and his cold fingers caress your cheek trying to assuage your worries.

“Is, is he going to be ok?” You ask worriedly, torn between staying with Bi-Han a moment longer and running to the medical bay.

“I think it’s just a fever qīn, I’m sure he’ll be fine once it breaks, Syzoth is a strong, powerful warrior, something like a little fever won’t keep him down for long.” Bi-Han reassures as he pats your head, his tall frame dwarfing yours.

“I’m going to go check on him, maybe the healers will have some more information,” you reply before reaching up on your tip toes to give Bi-Han a peck on his cheek.

“I’ll see you for dinner qīn, I have to work through lunch, there’s so many contracts to go through,” Bi-Han sighs as he bids you farewell and heads back to barking orders at the trainees.

You wave goodbye to your lover and his brother before making your way across the sprawling compound to the healers. It seems to take forever to reach the medical bay, you quietly make your way inside not wanting to disturb the other patients. It takes a moment for you to find the head healer and you’re a bit concerned because you’ve yet to see Syzoth.

“Ah Lady y/n, can I help you? Are you feeling unwell?” The healer greets you as you finally locate them.

“Oh, no, no. I’m fine Master Wang, I’m just looking for someone, have you seen Syzoth? Bi-Ha-erm the Grandmaster said he headed here this morning?” You correct yourself belated reminding yourself Bi-Han was not Bi-Han outside your shared bedroom.

“Lord Syzoth was here this morning my Lady, but I’m afraid he’s no longer here, he was complaining about feeling unusually hot, which is most odd given his constitution and the climate here. I believe he has a fever, but he did say he wanted to go somewhere comfortable, somewhere out of the way, does this mean anything to you my Lady?” The healer explains while doing his rounds, attending to the other patients.

He feels hot? What’s going on? You ask yourself, it was so unlike Syzoth, he complained even more than you did about the climate of Arctika. “Comfortable? Out of the way? Hm, I wonder,” you trail off as you think about where Syzoth may be, suddenly it comes to you, comfortable and out of the way, the stables. “I think I know where he is! Thank you Master Wang!”

“Do be careful outside my Lady, it’s particularly cold for those of us who are not supernatural today,” Master Wang advises as you wave goodbye to the kindly, elderly healer and begin hiking out to the stables. “Why didn’t he go back to our room though, he wouldn’t be disturbed there, unless he didn’t want to be around me or Bi-Han. Why though? Just because of a little fever? Is he worried because I catch cold easily?” You wonder aloud to yourself as you pull your fur cloak tighter around your body, making your way along the bitterly cold, tree-lined path to the stables. You shudder with cold as you keep trudging along the path, cursing to yourself, “I mean I know animals smell, but whose idiotic idea was it to make the stables so far from the main compound? I guess I don’t have to worry about doing my Pilates today, I’m getting plenty of exercise today.” You huff in frustration as you finally spy the stables in the distance. You sigh in relief as you finally make your way into the lovely, welcoming heat the stables provided, you laugh to yourself that Bi-Han insisted on taking such good care of the horses but he expected his students to suffer. “Syzoth?” You call softly, not wanting to startle any of the horses, “Sy?” You repeat looking around the empty stalls and not seeing any signs of disturbed hay. “Hmm, don’t tell me I missed him again,” you sigh exasperatedly as you wander around the expanse of stalls, you take a moment to pet some of the friendlier horses as you continue your search.

After a few moments you spot the ladder leading to the hay loft, “I wonder,” you muse to yourself before climbing the ladder and heading into the wonderfully warm, comforting hay loft, “Sy?” You repeat again and strain your ears for any sounds, assuming that if Syzoth didn’t want to be found he was probably cheating by being invisible. “Sy talk to me, I know your here, I can see the hay moving,” you try to call his bluff, not actually seeing any movement.

“Sunshine?” Comes a muffled reply and it almost sounds like he’s in pain as you manage to hear his heavy breathing over the nickering and whinnying of the horses.

You follow his voice over to the large heap of hay, which really should have been your first clue as to where the Zaterran was hiding. “Baby, what are you doing in the hayloft? Bi-Han and Master Wang said you had a fever, you should be in bed letting me take care of you,” you reply softly making your way through the hay bales over to the pile.

“It-it’s not just a fever, it’s something far more embarrassing,” Syzoth whines and refuses to make himself visible.

“What do you mean?” You stop dead in your tracks trying to figure out what could be embarrassing about being sick, oh maybe he’s having stomach troubles, you wonder to yourself, but if that was the case why in the hell was he in the stables?

“H-How much do you know about animals Sunshine?” The Saurian ventures the question, still hidden in his makeshift nest.

“I, I don’t know? My brothers had an iguana for a little while when we were kids, I don’t remember much about it though,” you reply and belatedly cringe that you just admitted to owning one of Reptile’s relatives as a child.

Thankfully though Syzoth doesn’t seem to realize what you mean by had an iguana, “do you remember them ever acting oddly?”

“Honestly no, Mom made us get rid of it pretty quickly,” you blink rapidly trying to figure out what this had to do with Syzoth. “I do know that well, sometimes, animals get urges, right? One’s they can’t really control,” you slowly slot the pieces together as you think back to last spring and how insatiable Bi-Han had been. When he had revealed to you that a polar bear wasn’t the only animal he could transform into. To say you had been shocked when he came home with a high fever and sprouted fuzzy ears and a fluffy wolf tail would be the understatement of the century. Then it dawned on you, that Syzoth was probably going through the same thing, he was probably in a rut, “Sy, are you by any chance in a well I don’t know if it’s the right word for your species but a rut?”

He peaks up from the hay, just his head is suddenly visible, his beautiful emerald eyes look almost black with how blown out his pupils look, a thick blush colors his lightly tanned cheeks and he looks uncomfortable and unfocused. “You know what that is then? Then you’ll help?” Syzoth asks almost desperately and you aren’t sure if it's a trick of the low lighting in the barn but it looks as though the Saurian has been crying.

You’re taken aback by his pained-looking appearance, “of-of course Sy, just tell me what to do,” you worry your bottom lip between your teeth as you close the distance between you and the Saurian, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you. If this was anything like one of Bi-Han’s ruts you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for a week, but still, you were determined to soothe and alleviate the obvious pain your lover was in.

“I just, I wait, there’s a couple things you should know Sunshine, first, I’ve never had a a rut as you called it in human form, I don’t think it will satisfy me, I, I already tried relieving myself this morning in the shower,” he pauses as he explains the situation to you.

“Ah, well, ok then, we’ve talked about doing things in your natural form before, I-I’m willing,” your voice betrays your worry as you try and placate your lizard boyfriend.

“I’m worried though, about my acidity,” he explains in between labored pants, “I don’t want to hurt you accidentally, you know I’d never do it on purpose, but I can’t trust myself like this.”

“Do you want me to get Bi-Han, he can restrain you or maybe freeze your mouth shut while we take care of you?” You ask, smoothing his ruffled hair, trying to fish the bits of hay out of his short, dark hair.

“No!” Syzoth all but shouts, “no! Its bad enough you’re seeing me like this, but I don’t want Bi-Han to see me like this, I’m so, so out of control right now, I can barely hold myself back,” Syzoth frantically whimpers.

“Ok, ok, calm down, no Bi-Han. Just you and me, what about if you partially transform? Just your lower half? Will that work?” You ask, pressing your forehead to his flushed brown in an attempt to soothe the Saurian.

Your action has an adverse effect though as he starts chirping in a panicked fashion and a startled hiss escapes his parted lips. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry Sunshine,” he pulls away suddenly and takes a few shaky breaths before his unfocused eyes find yours, “yeah, yeah we can give that a shot, it, it might work?”

“I’m guessing you can’t wait to get back to our room, can you?” You ask looking around the hayloft, and thankfully spying an extra stock of blankets for the horses in the corner.

“No, can’t wait, I need you, now,” Syzoth all but hisses the word now and you find yourself equal parts worried and aroused, you know the Saurian would never hurt you on purpose, but in this state, he wasn’t himself.

You move to grab one of the extra blankets but Syzoth’s grip on your wrist stops you dead in your tracks and you tense up.

“I said now,” he growls again, bearing his teeth much the way Bi-Han often did when he let his animalistic side out to play and you can’t help but wonder if the two of them spent too much time with one another.

You’re unable to ponder the thought long as Syzoth’s clumsy lips crash into yours, despite numerous lessons from you and Bi-Han he still hadn’t quite grasped the concept of kissing in the same manner as two natural-born humans would. You didn’t mind though, he was cute and enthusiastic usually and it always made up for the occasional teeth clink, today was different though, today he was doing his best to dominate the kiss, not to just initiate it and let you take control. You’re startled, to say the least as his long, forked tongue wriggles its way inside the warm confines of your mouth, it's slippery and hot, his body in general was hotter than normal and you assumed part of it was due to the warming comfort of the barn and part of it was because of his rut. You didn’t really ponder it too long though as the organ wraps around your tongue entirely as he pulls your tongue into his mouth, his hands frantically scrambling for his pants. “Sy, Sy!” You push him off momentarily as you try and regain some level of control, “you need to go slower, I can’t handle all of you yet, I know it’s painful for you but you have to remember human women aren’t meant to breed, we’re not automatically ready for our partners.”

The Saurian lets out a frustrated snarl before calming down slightly, his eyes widening and he starts to shake, “I-I know, I’m sorry, I just, it hurts, so bad,” he all but whispers the last bit as he finally rids himself of his pants, tail swishing anxiously back and forth.

“Shh, baby, I know, I know, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, we just need to go slower, just a little, you gotta make me nice and wet for your first,” you shush and soothe the Saurian.

“R-right,” he shudders in pain as he visibly restrains himself from just burying into you immediately, after a few deep breaths he seems to have a hold of himself again.

You sigh in relief as his grip on your wrist loosens and you’re able to get one of the blankets, you spread it out over the hay and make quick work of your clothes, you don’t want to cause Syzoth any undue pain. Unfortunately for you though your naked body seemed to be the last straw that broke the Saurian’s resolve.

He’s on you faster than you can process, his tongue no longer delving into your mouth but seeking your lower lips instead, you let out a surprised cry as the Saurian’s forked tongue laves your mound.

“S-sy?” You almost ask, your head spinning from the sudden change, you bite your lip to quiet yourself, not wanting to scare the horses. You can’t cover up your indignant squeak as his tongue laps against both your holes at once. “Sy what are you doing, you don’t have to do that,” you squirm under him moaning again as the slippery organ drags over your puckered entrance and above to tickle your clit with both sides of his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure I do,” he answers and gestures down to himself.

That’s when you see it, his true form, there’s not one, but two, huge green cocks, covered in flexible spines, protruding from a slit in his reptilian abdomen. “What the fuck is that?” You can’t stop yourself from asking as your eyes widen like saucers.

“M-my natural form, I believe the word for it is hemipenes?” Syzoth stammers slightly as you eye the huge organs, already dripping heavily with glistening pre-cum.

“No wonder you don’t want Bi-Han seeing you like this, you make him look small!” You exclaim, almost terrified of the sight in front of you.

Syzoth almost preens at the compliment as he resumes laving your holes with his slick tongue, he chirps happily against your increasingly wet cunt.

“Ah, Sy,” you sigh softly as his attention shifts to your rear entrance, he draws his tongue over your puckered hole before wriggling the slippery organ inside. He forces another embarrassing noise from you as it twists and turns inside your tight entrance, slowly and carefully he pushes two long fingers inside your neglected pussy and you whimper with need. The Saurian makes a come hither motion with both his fingers and his tongue still buried deep inside your ass and you can’t control your hips as they buck up against the pleasurable action. The action doesn’t last long though and soon the roles are reversed, the Saurian pushes his slick-soaked fingers into your spit-soaked ass as his tongue plunges into your hot cunt. You cry out in stunted yelps as Reptile opens you up, you’re shaking from need as his tongue practically wraps its way around the bundle of nerves inside you and seemingly sucks on it, massaging it for all he’s worth. You pant helplessly as his fingers twist and scissor out your tight ass, the squelching sound beyond embarrassing, somewhere, deep down in your lust-addled brain you’re not sure you can handle Syzoth’s natural form, but you thought the same thing about Bi-Han’s knot and the cryowolf had proved you wrong on multiple occasions. You can’t help but think about how odd it was that both Bi-Han and Syzoth had their own animalistic counterparts but both were desperate to hide it from the other, if you thought for even a moment that Bi-Han would bottom for the Saurian you would say they should hook up when they got into ruts but he never would, would he? You’re pulled from your train of thought as Syzoth slides a third spit-soaked finger into your tight ass. “Hnnng Sy,” you whimper as he keeps assaulting your sweet spot with his wicked tongue, “I-I’m going to,” you warn him as the familiar heat and tension of your impending orgasm draw close.

Syzoth just makes muffled little chitters against your cunt, the vibrations driving you crazy, you have no clue what he’s saying, but you can tell by the way his cocks are leaking he’s not going to last much longer without being inside you.

“Ah! Ah! Sy!” You cry loudly, no longer caring about the horses, this had probably long been a secret fuck spot around the Lin Kuei Temple and the horses were used to sudden loud noises, they were war horses after all. Your hips buck and sway driving his fingers and tongue deeper as your back arches, you bite your lip in a belated effort to quiet yourself as you tumble over the edge. Your body locks for a moment before great shudders overtake it, electricity courses through your body as the Saurian forces you to your peak.

You whimper pitifully under him as your hips buck and quake and the Saurian’s eager mouth is flooded with your sweet juices, almost reluctantly he withdraws though, he doesn’t ask if you're ready though.

You look down at him, his pupils completely blown and totally out of focus, “I can’t wait anymore Sunshine, I’m sorry,” he whispers before lining both of his cocks up with your holes and slowly pushing forward.

Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as the huge organs work their way inside your tight holes, the slick stretching of your ass doing little to alleviate the pressure. You’re beyond relieved to realize the Saurian’s cocks appeared to be self-lubricating which helped with penetration quite a bit. You whimper and coo pitifully as the Saurian’s cocks sink inside your holes, inch by inch, the reptilian organs rearranging your insides to make room for the spiky appendages. You’re shocked the spines don’t hurt, if anything they just massage your walls and add to the pleasurable sensation. Your jaw hangs slack as he continues pressing his cocks inside you, “Sy, that’s too much, I can’t, I can’t handle anymore,” you whimper starting to feel very overfull and slightly overwhelmed.

Syzoth pushes the sweat-slicked hair from your forehead before shushing you softly, “just a little bit more Sunshine, you’re doing such a good job, I’m almost in, you feel sooo good,” he praises and chirps happily.

“Sy, I’m going to burst! This is too much,” you whine and sniffle as tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes as you’re pushed well past your breaking point. It feels like something almost tears as the Saurian thrusts harshly and finally buries himself completely inside you’re overstuffed pussy and ass. You let out a pained cry as your back arches trying to alleviate some of your discomfort.

“Oh fuck Sunshine, you feel so good, I don’t believe you for a minute saying human women weren’t made to breed, that’s exactly what you were made for, a Zaterran female can’t take both cocks at once,” he hisses softly as he still inside you, enjoying your tight heat enveloping both of his cocks at once.

You whimper at his words, Bi-Han had a similar sentiment to you being made for this too, and you were slowly starting to think your lovers were right. You pant softly as you test your hips slowly, unsure you were ready to let the Saurian fuck you but also realizing how much pain his rut was causing him, you’re torn between giving him relief and potentially hurting yourself or hurting him while you got off easy.

Syzoth doesn’t give you time to make up your mind though, he can no longer hold back his animalistic urges, and he pulls his cocks out slowly before plunging back into your delicious heat. Your entire body jolts at his action and you whimper pitifully, the spines twisting and bending in your tight canals. It feels so overwhelming and far too much and you’re immediately regretting not making him follow you back to your cold, yet comfortable bedroom, between the heat of the Saurian’s body and the heat of the barn you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Sweat pours from your body as you twist and turn uncomfortably beneath Reptile, your hands grasping futilely at the blanket and straw below you, you’re full, far too full and it hurts.

“Sy please, it hurts, it’s too much,” you whimper quietly, big fat tears beginning to roll down your cheeks as you try and force your body to accommodate the Saurian.

Syzoth carefully brushes your tears from your cheeks but your pleas to little to deter the Saurian, he was far too into his rut to even notice your discomfort, he had completely given into his baser instincts. He chirps softly next to your ear as his long tongue licks a reassuring stripe up your neck before teasing your ear, he begins to move his hips again, he’s mercifully slow at least, clearly enjoying your tight, wet heat. Reptile seems beyond words at this point and he’s reverted to low grunts, hisses, and happy chirps as he mouths at your sensitive ear and down to your neck as his hips rock into your velveteen heat.

You pant and cry as the sensation still feels overwhelming, his cocks are so deep inside you, it somehow feels even deeper than when Bi-Han was transformed, it’s so much. Your ass feels so full and stretched and even with the earlier prep it burns in protest, three fingers hardly equaled the monster Saurian cock stuffed in it now. You pant and huff as Reptile moves slowly at first, getting used to your body, his controlled demeanor doesn’t last though and with a feral snarl, something snaps in the Saurian. Suddenly Reptile is holding your hips down and hard as he starts to thrust into you for real, you squeal in surprise as your cunt and ass are suddenly assaulted by the Saurian’s hemipenes. The spines twisting and bending inside your canals, massaging your walls and stimulating you even further coaxing more of your lovely nectar from your dripping cunny. You squeeze your eyes shut as an embarrassing, high-pitched whine escapes your parted lips and you try and focus on the pleasant sensation of the little spines instead of the over-full sensation. More tears fall from your eyes, but it’s not tears of pain anymore if anything they’re tears of being overstimulated, you feel the urge to cum again rising rapidly and the Saurian had barely begun. You press your hands to your eyes, trying to brush away the tears as you buck your hips desperately against Syzoth’s rock-hard abdomen, you give a bit of a shout as he holds your hips down and starts fucking you hard. You cry out as feel the appendages pounding in and out of your holes, you grit your teeth as your eyes roll back with pleasure.

More unintelligible growls and hisses bubble up from Reptile’s lips as he fucks you hard, his tail swishing back and forth rapidly, “sunshine,” he rumbles as you feel his cocks diving deeper and deeper inside your body, claiming it as his own. Each buck and thrust of his hips drive his huge cocks pleasantly against your sweet spot as you’re finally able to relax your ass enough that the burn fades to a pleasant overstuffed sensation.

It’s nearly impossible to concentrate on one cock or the other as both invade your body over and over again, your toes curl as another embarrassing cry falls from your lips. Molten-hot pleasure pools in your stomach as the intense sensation continues to build, you’re not going to last much longer, “Sy,” you try and warn your lover but he’s definitely not coherent enough to hear your whimpering cries. His dicks drives into you harder and faster and your brain seems to short-circuit with pleasure as his animalistic assault continues, you throw your arms around his well-muscled torso, nails biting into the taut flesh as your holes clench down around his cocks. His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany as you rapidly approach your second orgasm of the encounter, your body shakes with pleasure as the coil in your belly tightens even further before bursting. Your head lolls to the side, drool oozing out of your plush lips as Reptile does nothing to silence you, his animalistic nature wanting nothing more than to hear your high-pitched cries and shouts drowning out the agitated noises of the horses below. You shriek his name as your orgasm hits you like a gut punch the pleasure becoming far too much all at once as you clamp down and milk his cocks for all their worth, the mind-numbing sensation blotting out all the discomfort at this point and focusing only on the pleasure the Saurian’s onslaught brought.

The noises falling from the Saurian’s lips make you even dizzier in your post-orgasm-addled mind, your eyes flutter as black and silver start to dance before them and you’re worried you may pass out. Sweat drips from the Saurian’s body down onto your own sweat-soaked skin as the intense heat rolling off Syzoth’s chiseled body seems to intensify the closer he gets to complete. “I’m, I,” he stammers with seemingly great effort as you nod your head in consent knowing he’s trying to warn you he’s about to cum.

Your body shudders and heaves with each thrust into your overly sensitive body as he keeps fucking into you harder and harder, the spines hugging and caressing your most sensitive spots. You nearly shriek as you feel his slippery prehensile tongue ghosting over your clit as he fucks you harder and deeper, “Sy! I-I can’t! It’s too much!” You cry out as his tongue becomes more insistent and intense in its quest to bring you to completion once more. You’re brought to tears once more as your body is pushed well beyond its limits of pleasure, your head thrashes back and forth as you cling to his rock-hard body pistoning in and out of your abused holes. The Saurian’s fat cock fucking your cervix open with every thrust, the spines caressing and stimulating your sweet spot with every movement, his tongue lavishing its attention solely on your hypersensitive clit as your nails break his tanned skin and blood wells up under your nails. You can’t think anymore you can barely breathe, and before you can get a good breath to steady yourself the Saurian’s hand wraps around your neck applying pressure in very much a move borrowed from the cryomancer. He almost completely stills your breath as you gasp and gargle with each labored breath your eyes widen in shock as he once again forces tears from your eyes as everything becomes too much all at once, you choke and spasm in his grasp as his cocks pound you open, determined to fill every inch of your unprotected womb and ass with his reptilian cum. A wheezing heave of a choked-off cry escapes your mouth as a primal roar falls from the Saurian’s lips, his hips finally still as he slams them as deeply inside you as he possibly can and his tongue goes wild flitting and flicking across your sensitive bud.

Your body seizes under him as you feel the first hot spurts of cum flooding your cunt and ass, your eyes roll back as your tongue falls out, more drool dripping down your chin, mingling with your tears making a complete mess of yourself as Reptile forces you to the most intense orgasm of the encounter, one that maybe even rivaled your encounters with the cryowolf. Your nails rip into his flesh as a fresh wave of tears fall from your eyes as you wheeze and gurgle your pleasure, your voice still trapped by the Saurian’s ironclad grip, your entire body lurches and trembles as wave after wave of pleasure course through your body as you feel more and more of the reptilian’s cum filling your abused holes. You can no longer stand the pleasurable onslaught as you pass out from the overwhelming sensation, Syzoth immediately releases his grip on your neck as he notices your limp body his nails digging into your hips as he keeps pumping you full of his cum. You don’t stay unconscious long, only a second or two as you cough and heave desperate to fill your lungs full of air as you whine uncomfortably. You notice your stomach becoming inflated with the lizard’s cum as your belly swells with each spurt, your ass can no longer contain the copious amount of cum as it rushes back out soaking Syzoth’s secondary cock with his own release. Your pussy though, your pussy is desperate not to waste an ounce of cum as it tenses and milks his spiny cock for all its worth pulling a lovely hiss from the Saurian. The noise pulls a weak moan from you as he holds you tight and keeps pumping you full of load after load of hot viscous cum, the sensation making you dizzy and your legs feel like jello. You close your eyes and just breathe deeply enjoying the sensation of being stuffed so full, you are a cum slut after all and nothing feels as satisfying as a belly full of cum, you belatedly worry if Syzoth can get you pregnant or not, but since you were different species you weren’t overly concerned about it. You finally flex your fingers, detangling them from the Saurian’s tan skin, as one lazy rests against your inflated belly, “so much,” you whimper as your belly continues to swell, full of the Saurian’s potent cum.

“Fuck,” he sighs pleasurably, “you have no idea how much I needed that Sunshine, and you have no idea how good you look with your belly all swollen with cum, it’s almost like your pregnant with my hatchlings,” he rumbles, pleased and sated as his hand joins yours to rest lightly on your distended stomach.

“C-can you get me pregnant?” You ask shakily, still clamping down around his cocks as more cum oozes out of your ass onto the long-forgotten blanket.

“Mmm, I guess we’ll find out won’t we? I’m highly fertile in this state, if it’s going to happen, now would be the time, but I can’t say I’d be mad. You’d look so perfect, like you do right now, your belly all round and firm like this, yeah it’d be the best,” he hisses with a hint of longing in the way he speaks.

“M-maybe we should ask Bi-Han how he feels about that first?” You try and reason with the Saurian, but if you were being honest with yourself you were a little too blissed out from being bred by the Saurian to really care how Bi-Han felt about the situation, though you did think it would sting a little since he was always trying to put a baby in you too, yet another kink the two men shared, apparently.

“Bi-Han and I are actually competing to see who can get you pregnant first,” Syzoth admits almost bashfully as he leans forward and snuggles against your warm body, his own finally returning to its natural state.

“Would have been nice to tell me about this,” you huff in faux annoyance as you card your fingers through the Saurian’s short, dark locks. “Are you at least feeling better now? Or are you still cumming?”

“Mmm, I think I’m done now, it’s hard to tell though, you still feel so good and I’m, well, hard all the time in my natural state, so I have no real way of knowing if I’m fully sated until I shift back to my human form.” Syzoth explains lazily, rubbing his face affectionately against your neck.

“Can you change back then? My poor ass needs a break, you’re too big like this Sy, it hurts,” you sigh and wiggle a bit in discomfort.

“Yeah, sorry Sunshine,” he gives you an apologetic peck as his lower half slowly transforms back into his human form, though curiously his tail remains, swishing happily back and forth like a very content pup.

There’s a sudden rush of liquid between your thighs as Reptile’s fat cock no longer holds the deluge of cum inside you, “ugh, Sy, you made such a mess, Bi-Han is going to be pissed.”

“Why would he be pissed? He knows we make love sometimes without him, surely he’ll understand an emergency situation like this,” Syzoth muses as he shifts to lay beside you.

“He’s gonna be pissed you got lizard jizz all over his barn,” you laugh breathily as you squirm at the unpleasant sensation of cooling cum between your thighs, “there’s so much.”

“I’ll clean it up, he doesn’t have to know,” Syzoth’s long tongue darts out to start lapping up the mess the two of you created.

“Ugh! Sy! Fucking no! This blanket is filthy it’s for the horses! Go get a towel and a bucket or something or just sneak the blanket into the wash and don’t tell any of the washer women where it came from or what happened!” You exclaim pulling his head back and away from the filthy blanket.

“You humans are so weird, fine at least let me clean you up and I’ll take the blanket to the wash afterwards,” he grins at you expectantly.

“No. I will loose my mind if you make me cum again so soon,” you grab your discarded panties and do the best you can clearing away the mass of reptilian cum from between your abused thighs. “How long do your ruts last Sy? You know we can’t hide this from Bi-Han, we have to tell him.”

“I-I know, we can tell him tonight, which is about the time the urge should hit again, ruts are very up and down for my species. They only last two or three days though, and only happen every three months or so, I’m sorry if I hurt you over the next few days Sunshine, I’m not very good at controlling my body when I get like this,” he explains looking down and away not wanting to meet your gaze.

You turn his head to peer into his beautiful emerald eyes, “it’s ok Sy, I know. We’ll get through this, I promise,” you reassure him before stretching your arms over your head and letting out a very satisfied, well-deserved groan. You pull your pants back on and your thick overcoat before helping Syzoth wad up the horse blanket.

“What if we just leave it here in the hayloft?” Syzoth asks, “then no one finds out?” He bats his big green eyes at you as you thrust the soiled blanket into his arms.

“Oh no you don’t, just my luck Kuai Liang or Tomas will find the blanket and end up crying, and I do NOT want to hear it from Bi-Han,” you inform him sternly.

“Ok, ok, fine I’ll take it back to the washroom,” the Saurian reluctantly agrees before casually flicking his tongue out to catch one of the large horse flies in the barn as the two of you make your way down from the hayloft.

“Fucking hell Sy! Ugh!” You wretch as your boyfriend hastily covers his mouth with his free hand to try and conceal his actions.

“S-Sorry, mating makes me hungry, I-I can’t resist my nature, you know that,” he looks embarrassed but tries to justify his actions.

You sigh, “I know, I’m sorry, I-I’m just not used to it, no-no kissing ok?” You pat him on the back, “I’m going to head back to Bi-Han’s chambers and take a shower, you drop that off in the wash and then brush your teeth before you head to lunch, deal? Oh just a heads up Bi-Han said he was working through lunch so he won’t see us until dinner.” You inform the Saurian before trudging back up the tree-lined path leading back to the main Temple compound.

“Ok Sunshine, I’ll see you at lunch, have a good shower,” he blows you a kiss as he turns off to head to the laundry room.

“Ahhh what the fuck am I going to do? I thought it was bad enough Bi-Han had a rut but now I have to deal with Sy’s too? My poor pussy is going to break,” you lament to yourself as you make your way through the vast stone hallways. “Oh fuck me, they better not sync up, I can barely handle them having ruts one at a time but together, they’ll kill me, or knock me up, or both! Ahhh! Fuck!” You drag your hand across your face wondering what on earth you had gotten yourself into.

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing,   NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity, Blowjob, Oral Sex.  

Chapter 7 Warnings: Graphic descriptions of an abusive relationship, descriptions of domestic violence, description of murder attempt. NSFW, 18+, Smut, Blowjob

Wordcount: 3114

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2,  Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, 

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 7

Sy's truck crunched over the gravel of his driveway as he pulled into the covered parking spot at the side of his cabin. As he shut the engine off you could hear Akia barking when she recognised the sound of the engine, Sy gently patting your leg;

"She's going to be so excited to see you"

He smiled, but you could see the concern in his eyes. Back at your cottage Tamara had arrived in a tornado of hugs and reassurances, but it'd done little to calm your nerves over the fact your abuser had not only finished his parole and was allowed to leave the state, was hundreds of miles off route for what he said his destination was, and you knew how he'd always insisted on taking the most direct route anywhere he went, even if it meant dangerous roads in bad weather.

The first few spots of rain started to hit the ground and you felt Sy squeeze your thigh;

"As much as i'd like to see that pretty little dress of yours go see through in the rain lets not hang around, once Akia gets wet she stinks the cabin out with wet mutt scent"

Smiling you hopped out, Sy grabbing the bag you'd hastily packed with some clothes and your laptop, the pair of you running quickly to the front door, Sy darting out to the yard to release Akia from her leash before the pair of them ran back under the cover of the porch. The big dog was all wriggles when she saw you, a now familiar face in her life. You petted her and gave her fuss as Sy moved around his cabin, switching lamps on and getting you settled in. He lifted your bag and pointed hooked his thumb to his bedroom;

“I’m gonna put this in here, i’ve cleared a drawer for you to keep your stuff in”

You could feel a lump form in your throat at his gesture, the casual thoughtfulness something you weren't used to in a relationship.

Once he'd dropped your bag he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in his strength and warmth. You felt like the worries of the world slipped away whilst you were in that cocoon of his arms, that the big wide world was just a bad dream. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and pulled back, waiting for you to meet his gaze;

"Dinner and a movie? Or dinner and talk?"

"Dinner and talk"

-

Your meal had been quick and easy, but no less delicious. Sy had made garlic bread from a loaf he'd baked that morning, combined with what Antonio had gifted him from the restaurant; fresh burrata cheese which had been drizzled with delicate honey and sprinkled with chopped pistachio nuts.

With the dishes cleaned away the two of you had curled up together on the couch, your time to explain your past had finally arrived;

"We met in college, James was a Senior when I was a Freshman. I didn't have that much experience with boys so I was flattered that he was interested… turns out he wanted someone he could control. We got married over the Summer between my Junior and Senior years, and when it came to returning for the Fall semester James started to change. He would have my timetable synced with his phone, and if I was more than 2 minutes late getting out of class he would start the mind games and accuse me of cheating. So many times Tamara walked me to his car and wouldn't leave until James accepted that class ran over. That worked fine until she had to have her workplace assignments in the Summer semester and wasn't around campus… that's when the hitting started."

You heard Sy exhale through his nose but didn't look to his face, you weren't ready and still had more to tell;

"James would never hit me when we were in public, he would just act like the perfect husband, but the second the front door to our apartment shut…" you paused, the memory of it causing you to tense; "He would hit me, just the once each time, but he'd use his fist and hit me in my back. The pain was excruciating. He knew exactly where to hit to cause the most prolonged pain, but to make it look like an accidental injury, that i'd fallen on something. There was one time…" your voice started to waiver but you paused and took a deep breath; "I'd gotten a ride home with Tamara as he'd had to work late, but because i'd invited her in for a coffee he was furious as hadn't 'checked' with him in advance. Tam was in the bathroom whilst i was rinsing some dishes in the kitchen, i heard footsteps but thought it was her, only for him to just come up behind me and land a punch in the center of my back. That was the beginning of the end if i'm being honest as Tam walked in whilst my legs were buckling. I'd learnt not to cry, i just compartmentalised and disassociated when it happened by that point"

You finally looked up at Sy and it almost broke your heart. He was blinking away the tears, you hadn't even considered that what you were saying would be difficult for someone who cared about you to hear;

"Sy, it's ok. It's over now"

He let out a very shaky sigh, nodding;

"I know Honey, but I just… I mean, we all have our emotional scars, but you're just so strong now. I'm sorry you went through that"

You reached out for him and he pulled you onto his lap, pressing his forehead to yours and laying a light kiss to the end of your nose to which you looked up at him;

"Do you need a break?"

"A break?"

"Before i tell you the rest"

He paused, before shaking his head;

"No, it's good that we get this all done in one go"

"Tam at that point pulled me aside at school one day, and with the help of our student support made me realise that what was happening wasn't my fault. Her husband was a cop and on his day off, he explained plainly what kind of evidence would be needed for an arrest and conviction, and at that point they helped me set up Nanny cameras"

"So you took that to the cops?"

"Not quite. It was around Thanksgiving and we'd travelled upstate to see his parents. The roads were icy and even after his Dad had said he shouldn't drive after drinking, he still insisted we head home. On a narrow road we spun out going over a bridge and the car ended up in the river below. The car was half submerged and when the cops arrived they found James first and pulled him out, but as they did the car got caught in the current and was washed over a waterfall. James had said there was no-one else in the car…"

"Fuck" Sy's voice was quiet; "How did you…"

"How did they realise I was still in the car? James was still drunk so when he was in the back of the ambulance he let slip that he hadn't been alone. The EMT's radioed back to the cops that were still on scene and they went into the water and pulled me out. They rushed me to the ER in their cruiser as by that point hypothermia had set in"

"You're not angry that they missed you the first time?"

Thinking about Sy's question you considered your thoughts before shaking your head;

"No, it wasn't their fault. It was dark and they'd had verbal confirmation from the driver that no one else was in the vehicle. If anything it increases my anger and hatred for my abuser" you paused; "but that doesn't diminish the feelings of fear i get of him being anywhere near me"

"How did you get away from him in the end?"

"The cops arrested him for driving under the influence whilst he was in hospital. When the statements of the First Responders came in about how he'd lied about me not being in the vehicle they added attempted manslaughter. My emergency contact was Tam so when the hospital called her she brought the evidence from the Nanny cams too. It was enough to get him locked up until trial as no-one posted bail"

Sy was silent for a long time, thinking over what you’d told him and he was absolutely positive that you had held back on a lot of the details, but that didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was that you were safe with him and he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe;

“So you haven’t seen him since that night?”

You shook your head;

“I testified via videolink. The city had a great public defender that made sure domestic violence survivors didn’t have to face their abusers in person. Tam testified in person and said that James tried to stare her down the entire time, but she just ignored him. He was sentenced to 4 years but got out after 3 for ‘good behaviour’, however throughout the whole time he sent threatening letters to my old address. The second he was released he was served with the restraining order. He’s not allowed to come within 200ft of me or my property”

“Does he know where you live?”

“I don’t think so, but the fact that he has entered the state has enough to make sure i don’t turn my back to a room at the moment, at least not until i know he’s heading in the opposite direction.”

There was a moment of silence before he pulled you to his chest and you instinctively hooked your nose beneath his chin. Warm hands smoothed over your back, comforting you. You felt like you were in a cocoon, safe and secure where nothing could threaten you or all you’d worked so hard for. With the brush of Sy’s beard on your face you relaxed to the point of slumber, drifting off into a calm and peaceful sleep.

-

When you woke it was dark, the warm embrace of Sy’s arms still around you, but this time you could tell you were in his bed. Twisting onto your side you smiled wearily and fell back into a deep safe sleep.

-

The sound of a shower woke you a second time, soft pale daylight of the early morning hinted at the windows of the cabin. Turning you realised you were alone in the bed, slipping silently out from beneath the covers you had a thought and a smile spread over your face. Quickly locating your bag you pulled a shower cap from your wash bag and pulled it on, before shedding your clothing and stepping into the steamy bathroom.

You could see the outline of Sy’s tall body where the window on the other side of the bath cast a silhouette through the shower curtain. He turned towards the shower and you could tell he had raised his face into the water, so now was your time to strike. Crossing the small room you carefully pulled the far end of the shower curtain and carefully stepped into the old enamel tub. As you pulled the curtain back in place one of the metal rings clinked against the rail, making you freeze, your eyes darting to Sy who still stood with his back to you, his face in the jets of water, and he let out a little chuckle;

“Honey, if you think you can sneak up on me you’ve got another thing comin’”

He turned and grinned at you, watching you watch him as the soapy bubbles trailed down his body. You couldn’t help but to gratuitously look at Sy in all his naked glory. You missed the smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as he watched you watching him, instead your gaze was transfixed upon the slow creep of his hands as he started to softly tug at his dick, watching it start to swell and grow from its already impressive state. Taking a single step forwards closed the space between you, tilting your head as your mouths met for a brutal kiss, whilst your hand moved to join his, wrapping around his hot girth. 

When you pulled away from his lips, Sy let out a small whimper of loss, before watching as you got to your knees, never breaking eye contact. He was hot and heavy in your hand, filling your grasp as you moved your fist up and down. Tentatively you leaned forwards, taking just the tip into your mouth and letting your tongue lave against the smooth red tip.

Sy let out a strangled groan and his knees trembled a little, his hand shooting out to rest against the windowsill whilst the other settled atop your head;

“Baby… please…” he begged quietly.

Staring into those ice blue eyes you opened your mouth and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of marble beneath silk, his hardness growing until your cheeks were filled and your throat was cut off from precious air. With what little room you had left in your mouth you worked your tongue softly against the underside, the thick ridge of muscle that ran the length pulsing under your ministrations.

You wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft, grasping him tightly as you moved your head back and forth, letting saliva pool in your mouth and escape from the corners of your lips.

“Oh fuck…” Sy cursed; “That’s so good, get me nice and sloppy, such a good girl”

Sy cupped your cheek, his hand moving back to the top of your head, unsure where to put his hands. Reaching up you grabbed both and pulled them down until they were resting on the back of your head, nodding slightly so he got the message that it was ok.

“Oh god… you’re fucking perfect” he muttered as he started to rock his hips back and forth just a little, fucking your mouth as you relaxed your jaw a little more; “So fucking perfect… look at you with my dick in your mouth, feels so good, that’s it girl, take it deeper”

On a couple of thrusts he got just a fraction too deep and you could feel your eyes start to water, but thankfully your gag reflex behaved itself. You rested your hands on the tops of Sy’s thighs, the muscles tense beneath your touch, and you could tell he was getting close. Slipping one hand between his legs you softly cupped his balls and was rewarded with a guttural groan from above;

“Fuck… do that again and i’m gonna cum down your pretty throat”

Maintaining eye contact you did exactly that, softly cupping and cradling his balls in your palm. You heard him groan as they pulled tight to his body, then the tell tale tremble of cum travelling through his shaft before that salty splash as it hit your tongue. Quickly swallowing he finished on your tongue, pulling free of your mouth as his hand flew to the windowsill and his knees wobbled. His other hand hooked under your arm, helping you to your feet until he could pull you flush to his chest, kissing you fiercely before you pushed him away;

“Sy! I haven’t even brushed my teeth, you’ll be tasting yourself!”

“Nothin’ wrong with that Honey, just a reminder that you were kind enough to do that for me” he let out a contented sigh, before his demeanor immediately changed and he let out a string of ‘OH’s. Quickly spinning around he shut the water off before turning back to you;

“Hot water just ran out… it’s gonna be a while before the tank refills i’m afraid. I know you don’t like cold water…”

With a smile you were thankful for his actions, even in the post orgasmic haze he was probably in;

“No problem”

At that moment a series out loud woof’s and barking came from the other side of the door;

“Uh-oh, need to let Akia out, she only gets like that when she’s gotta ‘go’ go”

-

It didn’t take long until you had dried off what parts of you had gotten wet and dressed in yoga pants and loose t-shirt loaned from Sy, assuring him that you were fine by yourself for the half hour it would take him to walk Akia across the meadow as he did the morning check on the beehives. Setting your laptop up on the small desk in the back of Sy’s bedroom, you plugged your headphones in so you could listen to the morning zoom meeting.

It was 45 minutes later when you glanced at the time in the corner of your screen and you realised that Sy wasn’t back, your stomach grumbled so you decided to seek out some coffee. Switching your wireless headphones to connect to your playlist, you were in your own little world as you wandered into the kitchen, turning the corner only to be greeted by a stranger leaning into the fridge. Shocked blue eyes stared at you from behind floppy dark hair, a youthful attempt at stubble dusted over the stranger’s face. You let out a scream, stumbling back until your hip touched the table as you scrambled for something to protect yourself with, your fingers curling around the handle of the iron skillet Sy had seasoned on the stove the previous night. Holding it up like a baseball bat you yelled;

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The young man dropped the slice of cooked bacon he had been about to eat, holding his hands up in surrender;

“Okay crazy lady, i could say the same about you”

“I asked first!” you demanded, shaking the pan a little, before suddenly the back door of the cabin opened, Akia running in and making a beeline for the dropped bacon, Sy standing in the doorway as both you and the startled young man faced off in his kitchen.

Crossing the room to you in just a few strides, Sy pulled the skillet from your grasp, trying but failing to contain his amusement;

“Darlin’, i want you to meet Mike, Walter’s kid”

Your eyes went wide;

“This is Walter’s son?”

You looked to the man by the fridge who had now shut the door and was giving Akia ear scratches as she leant against his leg;

“Sure am Sweetcheeks”

Chapter 8 >>>

#as sweet as honey #syverson x reader #syverson smut #henry cavill

[fatum679]

I don't understand why people claim Al*s is going to be the only person the !Show Aemond ever cared about. Like we already know he's a dutiful son. He's also very protective towards Helaena (he literally shields his sister with his own body when Rhaenys ruins Aegon's coronation). In addition, Aemond's twisted relationship with Aegon is really interesting. I'd also say he's a father figure to Helaena's kids (judging from their reaction to Alicent, calling for her father Otto ❤️). Imo it will be such a pity if they reduce the realm of Aemond's feelings and emotions to just obsessing over his love interest.

Hello!

This will not happen, I am one hundred percent sure.

Alys stans says this because she wants to.

We have already seen Aemond in the first season: he takes care of his mother, Helaena, and children. I don't believe he will leave his family. Regarding Aegon, everything is complicated, Aemond demonstrates hostility (?) towards Aegon, there is no brotherly love between them (!). Relationship between Aegon and Aemond: "You may cuff him about as you wish at home, but in the world, we must defend our own" Sorry, but this is a fact. Perhaps everything will change in the second season? I really hope so.

Aemond doesn't abandon his family, not even in the book, I don't believe he did that, I think there's a lot left unsaid and unrevealed. Alicent said: "The city is yours, princess, but you won’t hold it for long. Rats play when the cat is away, but my son Aemond will return with fire and blood" Alicent knew her son better, and she knew that he would not leave her and Helaena. There must be a serious reason.

"Prince Aemond favored an immediate attack upon King’s Landing. None of the queen’s dragons were a match for Vhagar, he insisted"

I don’t like the character Alys, I’m not sure that I will have a different relationship with the show Alys. She looks a lot like Mysaria. I think Alys mur***ed all her children to preserve her youth - that's what you read between the lines.

I can’t support alysmond because I don’t believe in this ship, I don’t believe that there was love between them. Aemond destroyed House Strong, just as Aegon the Conqueror destroyed the family of Harren Hoar. alysmond is a crack ship, as if Harren had a daughter who, after her family was destroyed, fell in love with Aegon and had a child with him (If Helaena had fallen in love with Daemon). Maybe "stockholm sy***ome"? The whole story of alysmond is like a rumor - a rumor that Alys spread to establish his power in Harrenhal. Why didn't she save Aemond if she knew he was going to die and did she love him? Because from Alys’s side, Aemond’s death is an excellent revenge for the house Strong.

I think Alys will manipulate Aemond by threatening his family that she saw them die. I think there will be a deal between Alys and Aemond: he will spare her life, and she will look to the future for him.

I also don't believe Alys's child is Aemond's. You know, it’s very strange that she didn’t contact Aegon to make her son heir and marry him to Jaehaera. Alys called her son king, “kneel before your king,” but did not fight for his rights. Maybe because he is not Aemond's son? Maybe because she used this child, and when she realized that she had lost, she mur***ed him to preserve her youth? There are a lot of questions.

Aemond is a supporter of valyrian traditions “...strengthen the family. Keep our Valyrian blood pure” I don’t believe that after these words he voluntarily decided to conceive a child with Alys Rivers and be with her. Maybe Alys is a hidden Valyrian or Targaryen? (lmao)

It's funny that many of the TG (I'm not anti-TG) love alysmond ship, but condemn demira ship (I don't support daemira and tb) because of the large age difference between Daemon and Rhaenyra, although the age difference between Aemond and Alys is also very large, and this relationship can be called pe... too

Forgive me if you love alysmond and don't take my words if they hurt you, you can support any ship you want. You asked me and I answered you 🙏🏻

Thank you for your question. I hope you understand my English 🙏🏻

#text post #my opinion #anti alysmond #anti alys rivers #anti alysmond stans #alys rivers stans #aemond targaryen #aegon's conquest #alys rivers #aegon the conqueror #anti alys rivers stans #harren hoar #alysmond #harrenhal #house of the dragon #hotd #dance of the dragons #fire&blood #asoiaf #a song of ice and fire #pro aemond targaryen #aemond stans #ewan mitchell #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #helaemond #helaena x aemond #aemond x helaena

[poledancingdinos]

Lightweight

Pairing: Young!Syverson X OFC (Maddie)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Hurt/Comfort

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A/N: Working my way through my abandoned WIPs. This one was originally a milestone celebration challenge based off the prompt "Should you be drinking that much?"

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Sy’s friends had insisted that on his last Friday night of freedom, a bonfire party was compulsory. He could think of a few other things he’d prefer to be doing like having dinner with his mama or spending the night with a certain little lady, but at least the thrum of the party crowd would keep his mind occupied.

Maddie was the only person missing and Sy knew as soon as he heard the car door that she’d finally arrived. He approached from behind as his oldest friend poured copious amounts of liquor into a red plastic cup.

“Woah there, lightweight, you might wanna pace yourself,” Sy teased, throwing an arm around her shoulders. He’d intended to pull her into a hug but Maddie instantly jerked away from his touch, slamming the forty ounce down on the table and turning to face him. “I can drink whatever the hell I want, Sy!”

He was fixed in place, mouth agape, as he watched her storm off to the porch. Her best friend, Ashley, walked into the kitchen just as Madison left, pulling a beer from the fridge.

“What the devil’s gotten into her tonight?” Sy asked, frowning in the direction Madison had run off. She was normally so quiet and reserved — he could count on one hand the number of times she’d raised her voice at him and it had never been undeserved.

“You mean she didn’t tell you either? I thought for sure you’d have been the first one she confided in. I had to drag it out of her in the car.”

Sy finally broke his gaze away from the yard, looking over his shoulder at Ashley. “What are you talkin’ about?”

Her beer hissed as she twisted the top off the bottle and wordlessly offered one to Sy. “You know that position she interviewed for at her work? The promotion?”

Sy nodded, accepting the bottle. “Yeah, I remember her sayin’ it was a good raise, better benefits…”

Ashley leaned her forearms on the counter, picking at the corner of the paper label with her nail.

“Well, she got passed up for it. They gave it to some other guy and the explanation was that she was ‘overqualified for that specific position’.” 

“What kind of bullshit is that? If she’s overqualified for a promotion, isn’t she then also over qualified for her current job?” Sy demonstrated his annoyance by downing half of the cold liquid in one go.

“I agree, it’s bullshit. For now, she’s stuck as an entry-level associate with no insurance, shit pay and working twice as much as the people above her in the food chain. I keep telling her to quit but she’s convinced nobody would want to hire her.”

Sy was silently fuming, shaking his head. “Why wouldn’t she tell me any of this?”

He was angry at her dumbass boss for not realizing how amazing she was, but he was also hurt that she hadn’t told him herself. Didn’t she know that she meant everything to him? Did she think he wouldn’t care?

Normally when he was home on leave they spent every spare second together. This last week she’d been uncharacteristically withdrawn and now he knew why.

“I don’t know, Sy. You’d have to ask her that.” She gave him a sympathetic smile, stepping away to join the rest of the guests.

Sy looked out of the little window over the sink, eyes trailing over the yard until he found the girl he was seeking sitting in a chair on the far side of the yard. It was already getting late, the warm mid-summer sun having fully set. One of the guys was adding another log to the glowing embers in the fire pit.

He fought with himself, debating whether he should go talk to her, but the opportunity was lost when the rest of the girls gathered around the fire and took up the remaining camping chairs. He watched from afar, seeing her take a sip from her overfull cup every other sentence. In only a few minutes, the cup was set upside down on the ground and one of Sy’s friends shoved a shot glass full of tequila into her hand. 

Sy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his name being called. Realizing that he couldn’t spend his going away party hiding in the kitchen, he downed the remaining beer, setting the empty by the sink and trading the quiet of the kitchen for the medley of excited voices of the yard.

About an hour later, more camping chairs were added around the fire and the boys settled between the ladies. Of course, yet another round of shots was passed around and Maddie threw back not only hers but the one meant for the girl beside her as well.

Sy knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, that she was her own person and fully capable of making her own decision, but the look on her face compelled him to speak up. She was normally a happy drunk. Give that girl a few glasses of sweet wine and she turned into this cute, giggly ball of sunshine but instead she was hunched down in her chair, not really paying attention to the others around them except when they waved alcohol in her face.

When she stood on shaky legs to head back into the kitchen, Sy followed.

“Should you be drinking that much?” he asked, startling her so badly she dropped the liquor bottle which landed on the counter with a loud bang. Thankfully, it was still screwed shut and didn’t shatter on impact.

“I— I can do wh’tever the hell I want.”

“That’s true,” he conceded, moving closer. “But just ‘cause ya can, don’t mean you gotta make yourself sick.”

“Fuck off, you’re just ‘nother guy trying to tell me what I can or can’t do. Only time guys ever talk t’me these days is to bark orders.”

Sy had never seen her act in that way before and, frankly, he didn’t know what to make of it. He had a hard time believing it was only her job making her so upset. Or maybe she had more to drink than usual and this was just what excessive alcohol did to her.

Whatever the reason, he hated seeing her so upset. “I’m not barkin’ orders, Squirt, I’m looking out for your safety.”

He’d meant his tone to be soothing but it had the opposite effect.

“Don’t call me that!” Maddie snapped. She secretly hated when he called her “squirt”, it was a constant reminder that she was nothing more than an annoying little sister to him.

“Been callin’ ya Squirt for damn near fifteen years, that ain’t gonna change now.”

She scoffed, attempting to march away but only making it two feet before stumbling and nearly falling flat on her face. Sy caught her just in time but she was less than grateful.

“I don’t need you… I don’t need your help.”

He sighed, getting frustrated with the bratty behavior. 

“Look, I heard about the job and I’m real sorry about that but you’re actin’ like it’s me you’re angry with, and for the life of me, I don’t know why.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter does it?” She hiccuped. “‘Cause you’ll be gone and I’ll be here and I’ll be stuck with just myself! I don’t even like my job, I just wanted to have something, fucking anything, in my life to keep my mind off the fact that I’m stuck here worrying that the guy I love, who doesn’t even love me back, might never come home and that then I really will be all alone!”

The young woman sobbed in his arms, her chest heaving as she tried to steady her breath after her furious ranting. Sy went over her words in his head, his mind playing catch up.

“What was that about a guy?”

Maddie’s eyes went wide but she didn’t answer, instead planting her palms against Sy’s chest and slipping out of his arms. She made a beeline for the front door and Sy chased after her, hoping like hell she wasn’t thinking about getting in her car and driving off.

“No, we’re not goin’ that way,” he said as he wrapped an arm around Maddie’s waist. “Come on, let’s get you to a bed.”

Had it been anyone else, those words would have sent a terrified shiver down her spine but this was Sy.

Sy who’d been her friend since they were kids.

Sy who knew her better than she knew herself.

Sy who gave all her boyfriends the “if you hurt her, I’ll beat your ass” speech.

Sy whose embrace made Maddie feel like she meant something yet always looked as disinterested as if he’d hugged his sister once he let go.

“Fine,” she eventually agreed.

Maddie allowed Sy to lead her up the steps and into the house’s only guest bedroom. He always stayed with a friend when he was on leave since his mama had moved out of state.

But if she slept in Sy’s bed, where was he going to sleep?

“Right here to make sure you don’t suffocate in your sleep.”

It seemed she’d asked that last question out loud.

Maddie dropped onto the mattress, immediately regretting it when her head spun from the bounce. She turned her back to Sy, intent on ignoring his presence but then the bed dipped and Sy pulled her into his chest.

They hadn’t shared a bed since they were children and his mother had to work the graveyard shift. Though she had fallen asleep with her head on his lap a time or two and they had always greeted each other with hugs, cuddling was not something they had ever done before.

“That guy you said you love,” Sy whispered, pressing a cheek to the top of her head, “why do you think he doesn’t love you back?”

“Because he doesn’t. He never has. If he did, he’d have asked me out by now.”

Sy tightened his embrace, stroking a soothing hand up and down Maddie’s arm. “See darlin’, I think he loves you just as much as you love him. I think he didn’t want to tell you because he thought it would hurt too much to leave you behind.”

“So I was right. I am alone.”

“No,” he said. “You’re never alone, Maddie. He loves you. He’s loved you for years. Even when he’s away, all he can think about is you.”

Sy prayed that her alcohol addled brain could understand what he was trying to say. He’d already spent that long chickening out every time he got the chance to confess his feelings, he wasn’t sure he would be able to do it all over again.

“Then why does he keep leaving?”

“‘Cause lovin’ ya also means he wants to keep you safe.” Sy gently tipped Maddie’s head up catching her gaze. “This is just somethin’ I gotta do right now, Sweetheart. I wish I didn’t have to leave you but I do have to go.”

Finally getting a good look at her, Sy realized she had dark circles under her eyes, suggesting she hadn’t gotten much sleep in the last few days. He hoped that his impending deployment wasn’t the cause but based on what she had just said, it might very well have been. Her eyelids kept falling shut but she seemed to be fighting hard to stay awake and finish the conversation.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart. We can finish this in the morning. I’ll be right here all night, okay?”

“I’m scared for you, Sy,” she mumbled, nuzzling into his chest and clinging to his shirt.

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “I know, I’m scared too.”

How could he not be scared? It was his first deployment, he had no idea what to expect. He looked down at the woman now sleeping softly on his chest. At least now he had something to look forward to once he returned home.

#captain syverson #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fic #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill

[catierambles]

Feral Instincts Ch.5

Pairing: The Rogue's Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)

WC 971

Warnings: None?

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She was sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her when he pushed the door open and she looked up at him.

“I shouldn’t be here.” She said, looking down again. “There are support groups for the newly infected, I’ll reach out to them, let them know a feral did it and is trying to get at me. Any Alpha should be able to keep him from getting me back before he’s taken care of, doesn’t have to be you guys.”

“And then we’d have them knockin’ at our door wondering why we let a feral attack someone in our territory.” Syverson said.

“You didn’t know.”

“And that makes it worse, not better.” He said, “We dropped the ball, big time, and we’re going to deal with the fallout.”

“Don’t tell me this is a wounded pride thing.”

“It’s not.” He said, but then shrugged. “Not entirely, anyway.” He sighed, his eyes closing briefly. “Stephanie, I told you that you’re free to go if you want, that you’re not a prisoner here. If you want to go to one of those groups, I won’t stop you, the others may make a fuss, Mike most of all probably, but it’s ultimately your decision.” She was quiet. “But I want you to stay.” She looked up at him. “I--we--have this overwhelmin’ urge to protect you. To keep you from harm and take you into the pack.”

"I heard."

"August thinks you might be an Omega wolf."

"Heard that, too."

"How's your head?" He asked and she shrugged.

"Better, but still hurts."

"Then why don't you get some rest and we'll figure stuff out later." Sy suggested, "Steph, this shit happened only a few hours ago, it's all still new and fresh. Get some rest, some food in ya. Think it over and tomorrow, if you still want to leave, I'll take you into town myself."

"Okay." She said with a nod and he pushed away from the doorframe, closing the door to give her some privacy.

It was night and the house was quiet, everyone having gone to bed. Sy insisted that he was fine on the floor while she took the bed, but she still felt bad. Stephanie could hear his soft snores below her as she stared up at the ceiling and she rolled over, scooting to the side of the bed and looking down at him. His arm was flung over his eyes, his other hand resting on his bare chest. He had a tattoo high on his shoulder that had been covered by his shirt, two crossed arrows with a dagger laying on top of them, a ribbon curling behind it with the words DE OPPRESSO LIBER in the bottom arch. She'd ask him about it tomorrow. If she remembered. Reaching down, she ran her fingertips down his arm lightly, but pulled her hand back sharply as he stirred, turning over again.

"Steph?" She heard him ask drowsily, but she didn't answer, letting him think she was asleep. His breathing eventually evened out again and she sighed, flopping into her back. She just had to be being looked after by four devastatingly handsome, and one boyishly handsome, men. Sy had told her that they felt compelled to protect her, but the compulsion she had was to bury her face in their chests or neck and breathe deep. Must be the fact that they were Alphas, but she had the same compulsion with Mike, so maybe not. Geralt holding her earlier hadn't helped things, the scent of him burned into her brain, the sound of his heart.

Maybe she should leave. They obviously thought of her more as an obligation than anything else. The morning. She'll make her decision in the morning. Closing her eyes, she sighed again, willing her mind still and drifting off to sleep.

She was locked in a dream, the house twisting and shifting around her. She heard nails on the wood floor and looked over, seeing the wolf just as it walked out of sight past the open door. Getting out of bed, she stepped around Sy still asleep and left the bedroom, seeing it round the staircase and head down. Stephanie followed, walking down the stairs, the walls warping oddly and the railing feeling alive under her hand. She heard her name dimly, but she ignored it. A hand grabbed her but she pushed them away absentmindedly and there was a muted crash. The front door swung open on its own, the wolf leaving the cabin and she stepped out into the night air. The trees twisted and moved strangely, the air itself warped.

He was standing there, waiting for her, the wolf vanishing as it walked through him. The smile he had should have made her blood run cold, but she couldn't feel anything. She was grabbed again, strong arms like steel bands around her and was picked up off her feet. She heard her name again, but it didn't break through and she fought against the one holding her.

"Stephanie!" Reality came crashing back with a jolt and she blinked rapidly, going limp in their arms. She was outside, the night air cool against her bare arms and legs. His face twisted in hatred and rage as she snapped out of whatever spell he had put her under and he turned and ran, disappearing into the dark forest.

"What…?" She asked dimly and was set back down again, the one holding her pressing his forehead to the back of her head and she felt him breathing heavily, his chest so tight against her back that she could feel his pounding heart.

"Walker!" She heard and he picked his head up.

"It's fine." He said, "I have her." He rested his head against hers again with a sigh. "I have her."

#henry cavill #august walker #hellraiser mike #captain syverson #walter marshall #geralt of rivia #feral instincts

[renren-006]

Double Trouble | Sierra Six x F!Reader

Summary: Sierra Ten went undercover into Loyd Hanson's world, but when Six gets captured will she be exposed 

Word count: 2176

Warning: gore, descriptions of torture, angst, fluff, happy ending, canon divergent

A/N: this was another request and I had a lot of fun writing it. The basis of the one-shot is a double agent works for Loyd and Six somehow gets captured- so I let my mind create another story and here's what I came up with!!! 

ENJOY!!💛

You didn’t want Six involved with this, god you didn't even want him to know what you were doing. Fitz had always had your back but with this mission, you felt like he was just using you instead of Six. Fitz was a nice man but it was no secret he favored Six. You knew also that he was using you for your looks. While Six was attractive and you knew it was some other reason that Fitz wanted you there. The job he had you do was undercover work. You posed as a hacker in Loyd Hanson's group, having some dummy resume and even more shit reason for you being there. The details were lost to you but you were there and you watched his every move, updating Fitz every week. For a month you had been there, and when a hit on someone went wrong Loyd started to get suspicious about the people he worked with. 

It hurt you to keep this a secret from Court while also not calling or texting him for almost a month. You hoped that if things got bad, Fitz would tell him what was happening. Unknowingly Fitz did tell Court and he was pissed. He insisted on scouring the compound to find and save you. He wanted you by his side, not by the Psychopath you worked for now. Court had a problem, and that was when it came to you he didn't think he just did. When Court decided to try and get you out he didn't plan on anyone catching him, and Loyd finally got his hands on the infamous Sierra Six. 

When Loyd strutted into the compound with a tied-up Six behind him you had to play it cool, while your mind was racing. Your eyes caught and the only thing you could convey to him was Please. It was simple but he knew that the pleading look on your face meant many different things: please don’t die, please don’t give me up, please don’t be mad, and please whatever you don’t antagonize Loyd. Six read every thought you had at that moment and nodded towards you sightlessly. He knew that if he made even a gesture to you, you would be dead, and his plan to rescue you would be over. He didn't want to think about you being hurt, it wasn't something he wanted to ever happen. 

Loyd was suspicious of many people, and what better way to figure out if someone is a backstabber than to make them watch one of their potential friends being tortured? You were one of the few that Loyd dragged into the room to watch. Six watched as you fidgeted behind the other people, hoping to not make it seem like you didn't want to watch. Loyd didn't notice, too focused on the ideas flooding his head about what he was going to do about Six.  When he started it was the simple hits and punches, that made Six mouth water with blood. You grimaced from the back, watching as Six eyes stayed on you even when his head was down. You didn't look away, you didn't want anyone catching on, but watching the man you loved getting battered by the man you had to work for was hard. You had always hated Loyd but this made you want to beat his head into the ground. You just want to walk up to him and remind him that he isn't all that scary, but you stood there frozen watching what he did to Six. 

Loyd was at it for a long time, and when he wasn't getting a reaction out from the people in the room, and when Six wasn't giving him the answers he wanted he left. When everyone was out of the room and you knew there went any cameras around you dashed back into the room. You crashed onto your knees in front of Court, you held his head in your hands as you tried to search for his eyes. When the court finally managed to open his eyes and look at you he felt relive flood through his system. You looked worried and he knew why, but he didn't have time to focus on that. 

“Need to…get you home” Six spoke, trying to keep his voice steady. 

“You are in no position to make demands,” You told him, still trying to hold his head up. Six was beaten badly, missing a few fingernails, and definitely had a concussion. Loyd had done a number on him and he knew that. The man was sadistic in his methods and left no part of Court unharmed. The only thing he had not done before he got annoyed was to use the knife that still sat untouched on the trey. You grabbed it and used it to cut through the bonds. Six caught sight of the knife you kept in your boots as well as the gun in your jeans. 

“Planning something?” he asked through gritted teeth. Your hand cost over a part of his rib that he hadn't realized was broken till now. Your hand immediately flew back casing a slight wine to leave Six mouths.

“I'm not staying another day in this place,” You told him, wanting to get free from this mission and from Loyds tactics. Fitz had insisted you stay till his operation was shut down and the news about how corrupt the CIA had gotten was leaked but you couldn't do it anymore. Six saw the look that passed over your face, he had seen it when you two first met. The mission was something simple, or it was supposed to be but you got ambushed by the guy's men and you had been the one to kill all of them while Six was held captive. Court and your relationship were held on the account that both of you were willing to fight for one another and save each other if you ever got held captive, and Court seemed to be two for two in that department. You however hadn't had the chance to be held captive and Six was appreciative of that. When the mission was over there was a strained look on your face, like you were haunted. You didn't tell him till later that was your first kill mission, he stayed with you for two weeks to make sure you were okay. That was the first time he took you out, and the first time either of you understood that while the job is dangerous there is room for love. 

 When you finally managed to get Six up and out of the chair he was in his entire weight crashed onto you. You stumbled a little under the weight, and a small apology came from Six. The two of you made your way towards the door, and once opened you left Six leaning against it to look outside and make sure the coast was clear. You made it to the first hallway before you saw two guards walking in your direction. You gingerly set Court up against the wall, he clung to your arm holding you back.

“Iv got to..” you told him. 

“You don't…have to” he tried arguing hoping to change your mind. 

“I do,” you told him, kissing a part of his cheek that wasn't bruised before walking down the hallway. The men their guns, letting you know that they clearly had been warned that something was happening.

“What are you doing down this hallway miss?” guard number one asked you. 

“Oh…you know...routine,” You said innocently and vaguely. They arched an eyebrow towards you. 

“No one is supposed to be here,” guard number two said, aiming his gun higher. 

“Are you sure?”  Before the men could shoot their guns off, you wiped your gun out taking them down. A thud echoed through the hallway, and you turned to find Court hobbling along beside the wall. You stiffened laughed and helped him walk the rest of the way. As you made your way out of the compound with less damage than when you left you made your way unscathed to your car. Before you could get in it however one of Loyd's right-hand men was standing by your car. 

“I should have known it was you,” he said as you walked closer. The keys to your car are in his hand. Six made a move to get in front of you but you only held him back. 

“Dave,” You said nodding your head, “Loyd send you?” “He did” Dave answered, “...but I'm feeling nice,” he said after a whale tossed the keys to you. Effortlessly you caught them, and give the man a confused look. He nodded his head before walking back towards the compound door. 

“Why?” you called out to him, setting Six down on the car. 

“Because,” Dave said, “Loyds a real pain in the ass and like to see him put in his place one day” and turned back towards the door, leaving as if he never saw us.  Six waddled into the car's front seat while you sat in the driver's seat. When you got to Fitz's place you hold him up to the door and rang the bell. Fitz showed up, Clair not too far behind him. Before you could protest to the girl seeing the state that Six was in she crashed into you. 

“I was so worried” she yelled, you held her close, knowing she thought of you as an older sister and the fact that you had been gone for a month must have made her stressed. You hugged her back, facing back at Fitz who was bringing Six into the house. As the two of you waited you could hear Six muffled moans through the door. Fitz was stitching him up and you knew you didn't have the stomach to see that. Claire glanced at you, then towards the door. 

“He probably would like to see you” Claire spoke, telling you the truth. You knew he wanted you there, you just also knew that seeing him how he was anymore would cause you to break down.

“I don't think I can,” you said to her, voice slightly wobbly. 

“...then let him see you try,” She told you, “Your sad…”

“I am,” You told her. 

“Because he's hurt” she questioned, she stared up into your eyes, wanting to see every emotion that crossed them. You took her hand, hoping it would comfort the both of you. 

“Yes, and because I stood by while it happened,” you told her. Se knew about the job, your life, and the love you held for Court. She didn't know his actual name, only the number he was assigned. When you first met, Fix introduced you as your assigned number, but soon you trusted Clair with your real name, knowing the little girl before you longed to have someone close to her. 

“You had a job to do there, right? So you were doing your job trying not to get caught so it really wasn't your fault” She told you, knowing way too much about your life and the job you had. “Go see him” She ushered you into the room. You stood in the doorway, watching Fitz clean up the rest of the blood. When the both of them saw you Fitz got up and left, taking Claire with him. You took Fitz's seat in front of your injured boyfriend.

“I'm…sorry,” you told him, he looked up at you. The bruises that lined his face showed under the dim light, he brushed off your words.

“Stop it wasn't your fault,” he told you, “you know that so…stop”

“It was my fault the whole thing…I could have stopped him or..” you muttered. 

“This was my fault and we both know that, if I had just trusted you and not jumped in..”

“Court” you started, wanting to make the man feel better about the diction he had made. 

“No. I charged in thinking you needed me…when in reality you didn't and you were fine” he said, the anger he had for himself seeping out into his words. 

“I did need you. I do need you Court, alive preferably” You told him holding his face gingerly as you comforted him. You realized that while you had been worried about him, he had been worried about you. “I did need you to come to save me, I hated it there with him it was horrible” you wanted to yell at the universe for the way Court felt. This had everything to do with you taking the job, but right now your job was done and you were with the man you loved. Court smiled at you and then, words you said to him. He let you hold him, wanting to feel the comfort of you. You two stayed like that for a while, just holding each other. For the next couple of weeks that was all you did, stay with each another. The two of you just stayed together and were together when Loyd Hansons operations were shut down and the new head of the CIA was fired for using government secrets and resources for unsanctioned hits. You were given a lot of cash for the job you had done and the top of you bought a place with it, knowing that a home is better when both of you were together.  

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[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 20

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Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, There's like a half-explicit description of a blowjob.

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: @keanureevesisbae has made it so that I now owe up until 25! Homegirl just keeps on keeping on. But we're getting there... Fun stuff coming up! Enjoy!

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“Woman, that car of yours is gonna be the death of me!” Tough luck, though, you told him, because you weren’t going through the process of getting another car. Besides, he was the one who had picked that one.

“What’s wrong with it, though?” You asked as you looked around the counter. “Grab me the peas from the freezer, would you?”

“Ain’t nothin’ wrong with it,” Sy growled, “it’s just too small for normal people.” He held the bag of frozen peas to his forehead while he walked over to you. It wasn’t the first time he’d hit his head trying to get into your car, and you were fairly sure it wouldn’t be the last. Served him right, though, because you were somehow training your splits every time you had to get into that ridiculous truck of his.

“Didn’t feel like getting off your step?” he teased as he handed you the bag of peas. The two of you had a love-hate relationship with the way he teased you about your height. And by that you meant that you hated that he loved it, and he loved that you hated it.

“If I got down from here, I wouldn’t be able to do this,” you said before you kissed him on the head. “Besides, it’s not as if you qualify as ‘normal people’, you’re a giant.” Not back home in the Netherlands, though, he wasn’t even on the tall side of average there. But he didn’t need to know that. Sy didn’t have a fragile ego, but you were fairly sure it could be bruised, and calling him small in any capacity was probably the way to go at it if you wanted that to happen.

“Car’s fixed,” he just said, not wanting to get into that argument again. He wouldn’t want to risk overusing the ‘everything’s bigger in Texas’ line he loved so much.

“Thank you, honey,” you said sweetly, “what do I owe my favorite mechanic?”

“You ain’t ever gonna owe me nothin’, Sugar.” He wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your neck gently before moving his mouth up to your ear. “But I’ll gladly take donations in the form of some quality time with you on your knees.” You looked at the dinner you were making. It had another 25 minutes of oven time in its future… You ordered Sy to toss the dish back in the oven, and he happily obliged. If you hadn’t asked him, he would have insisted: He didn’t like it when you had to get off your step stools you had stowed away in every corner of the house while holding hot things, heavy things, or any other kinds of things.

When he stood back up after doing what you asked, he grinned; you were already on your knees and eagerly undoing his belt. His own suggestion hadn’t left him cold, but there was room for improvement, you judged as you wrapped your fingers around him and gave him a few strokes. He looked down, which created the perfect opportunity for you to give him that look that always drove him crazy. It was simple – eyes wide, biting your lip – but effective, and you chuckled when you felt him grow harder in your hand.

“I coulda waited but I ain’t comp- fuck!” He gave up on trying to speak when your tongue hit the tip of his cock, and didn’t seem to regain the ability after that. You relished the swears and moans that Sy let out, and you laughed when he took a step back to lean against the kitchen table after a few minutes. The hand on the back of your head didn’t put any pressure on you, but you had to admit it was very nice to feel Sy’s fingers in your hair.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good to me,” he groaned, and from the way he said it you could tell he was close. Now, how terrible would it have been if you both had a friend with a knack for walking in at precisely the wrong time…

“Well, I guess we’re square.” Jules. “I’ll give you guys a minute. To clean up, not to finish.”

“Kind o’ ya,” Sy said through gritted teeth. He turned to you when she was gone – after quickly sorting himself out. “Darlin’, you alright?” You shook your head. You were absolutely mortified by what had happened. How was Jules so casual about the whole thing?

“She ain’t seen anything, Sugar,” he tried to calm you down, but it didn’t work. You cleaned off and dove into Sy’s arms.

“Lara, Sy, everyone decent?” Jules asked from outside the kitchen. Sy begrudgingly answered her question. “I’m sorry, I should have knocked.” This was why you kept her around; yes, she was a handful and could be downright abrasive at times, but she was kind and generous and she didn’t hesitate to admit it when she was wrong.

“I forgot you guys were coming early, I’m sorry.”

“I’m fairly sure Jules won’t judge us for doing whatever we want with each other in our kitchen,” Sy said. There was clearly still some residual anger left in him from that fateful day Sy got kicked out of Jules’ and Patrick’s house.

“After what I said to you? Couldn’t possibly get pissed about it, now could I?” And that’s when the three of you started laughing.

“What do you mean ‘the engagement party is here’?” Sy yelled, scaring Jules and you – and even Pat, though he probably wouldn’t admit it. “Why did no one think to tell me? It can’t be here!”

“Why not, Sy?” “I live here, Sugar. That thing we said weeks ago? About those two –“ He pointed at Jules and Patrick. “- living in sin? That’s us now. Alright and them, but…”

“Come on, your parents can’t be that bad,” you said, but you saw Jules’ terrified look and immediately knew how wrong you were about that.

“Not that bad, but I’m tellin’ ya, Sugar, they ain’t gon’ like it. And my grandparents will have a heart attack.”

“But we don’t need to tell them you live here,” Jules tried carefully, “and your grandparents aren’t coming. They’re coming out for the wedding, though.”

“Half the stuff in that livin’ room is mine, Jules.” He had a very good point there.

“Big reaction back there,” you said after you’d sent Jules and Pat home. Sy had escaped to the bedroom and didn’t look like he was going to come out any time soon. “You scared me a little. What’s going on?” There had to be more to it than he was telling you.

“Jules,” he said to your surprise. “Somehow always gets to have it both ways. I love her to bits, don’t get me wrong, but… they’ll get to be the happy engaged couple, nobody needs to know they’re livin’ together, and I’m goin’ to get a bunch of shit from mom.”

“Is it really going to be that bad?”

“I can hear ma already,” he grinned. “’Johnathan George Syverson, I raised you better than to go around livin’ with a woman you have no intention of marryin.’” He paused for a moment after he said it, and then abruptly turned to you. “Not that I don’t… Y’know what, Sugar, I’m just goin’ to shut up.” The face he made while he said it had you in stitches.

“Sy! You’re being ridiculous,” you said, but he gave you a look.

“Am I? You weren’t raised by them, darlin’.” His tone was almost mocking.

“Is there any way we can pretend we’re just roommates?”

“Won’t go over any better,” he sighed, “and I’d also be lyin’ to ‘em. ‘N I don’t wanna introduce you as ‘just a friend’, Sugar. Did that once. Never again.”

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[backpackgoldfish]

Without You

summary: Bucky has a hard time moving on from his wife. 

pairing: Bucky x Wife!reader You can imagine anyone I just like imagining Bucky or Captain Sy

warnings: death, suicide, drinking

“I haven’t been here before, have you?” His date asks him as they sit across the table from each other. He looks at her and tries to hide his disappointment. He’s not ready to be doing this yet but his friend talked him into it, said he needed to get back out there again because she’s not coming back. 

“Yeah, it’s a favorite of mine.” He leaves out that it was actually a favorite of theirs, (him and his wife), he used to take her here most Sunday afternoons, they would sit towards the back and just enjoy each other’s company. She always ordered the same thing; well, she’d always have him order the same thing for her.

Looking at the woman across from him he wishes more than anything it could be his wife there instead. He just wants to talk to her like he used to. They always had the best conversations, even when they weren’t talking about anything in particular. But now when he texts she doesn’t answer, and when he calls he goes straight to voicemail, at least then he gets to hear her voice. Hey, this is Y/N; sorry I can’t talk right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. He’s listened to her voicemail so many times just to hear her, she sounds so sweet and joyful, exactly like how she’s always been.

He'd give anything to have her back. He doesn’t want someone new; he just wants her. But he can’t have her anymore, there can be no fighting for their relationship or begging her to come back to him. She’s gone. Out of his life for good. She was the love of his life, his everything, he thought one day she would be the mother of his children, but apparently not. You can’t control fate, and even though he begged and pleaded and prayed for her to stay she just couldn’t.

He thinks of their wedding day, she was so beautiful that day, not that she wasn’t every other day as well, but she had a glow about her and a smile that was unforgettable, they were both so happy, he’d love to go back in time and relive that day just once. Everything was perfect then and she was still by his side.

He doesn’t know if he says a word the entire date, just trying to get through it as best he can. But she seems to have had a great time and after he drives her home, he walks her up to her door. She looks at him expectantly and he can tell what she’s waiting for, she gives up on waiting for him and leans in, but he pulls back, “Sorry, I- I’m actually married.” She scoffs as she shoves him back a little, calling him a rude name and rushing into her house, slamming the door behind her.

He drives home to a silent house. Nothing but a bottle of whiskey calling his name. He takes off his shoes at the door a habit picked up after being yelled at a number of times for forgetting to. He goes upstairs finding the safe, he opens it and pulls out what he needs before heading back down to the kitchen to locate that bottle of whiskey.

He sits down on the couch setting everything down on the coffee table in front of him. He picks up the picture frame from the table. He stares at the picture of him and his wife, it was taken just a couple of years before now, they were just engaged at the time, they had taken a weekend trip out of town. She wanted to take pictures of him with the sunset. She always loved taking pictures of him, it was one of her favorite things even though he hated it. He insisted she had to be in it too. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulled her close, then kissed her as the camera’s timer ended and took the picture. It was her favorite picture of them. She always said it showed how much they loved each other. He wants to show her how much he loves her now; he didn’t mean to take her for granted. And if he were given another chance, he would never do it again.

He takes a drink and sets the now half empty bottle back down. Her dog, that she left behind along with him, comes and lays on his feet. “I know bud, I miss her too.” He says heartbroken, to the dog, patting its head before pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He places one between his lips then lights it. He inhales the smoke just once then sighs as he lets it out. “She always hated when I smoked.” He says out loud, shaking his head as he puts out the cigarette.

“I don’t think I can do this without her.” he doesn’t know if he’s talking to himself or the dog, but it doesn’t really matter. He grabs his phone off the coffee table, sitting back, he dials her number. Holding the phone to his ear he listens closely as it goes straight to her voicemail once again.

“Hey, this is Y/N; sorry I can’t talk right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be there soon, sweetheart.” He whispers the last words he had said to her over the phone that night. He didn’t think they’d be the last or that he’d come home to find his wife collapsed in the kitchen with dinner burning on the stove. He never got the chance to say goodbye. By the time he got her to the hospital she was already gone. He knows they told him the cause, but he doesn’t remember, too dazed at the time to understand what the doctors were saying.

Pressing the cold metal of the barrel to his temple he mutters the words again, “I’ll be there soon, sweetheart. I promise.”

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[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Heated

Syverson x Fem!Reader

vignette: When it comes to being a woman, the country and city might have more in common than Y/N realized.

words: 2,000+

warning: street harassment, women's fear

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It felt like the deepest circle of hell.

One thing Y/N missed the most since moving to Texas was winter. In New York, summer was her least favorite season. She hated the humidity, hated the lack of air conditioning in the old building of New York. So Texas summers were something to behold.

Thankfully the majority of places in her area of Texas were fully equipped with artificial cool air. And despite how old Syverson’s house was, his parents updated it and had installed AC ducts throughout the historic home to keep it updated functionally.

Y/N was feeling bold and thought she could go for her usual run. But had immediately regretted it as soon as she started running.

And now she was looking down at Aika, concerned it was too hot for her to join her. The dog was panting and her German Shepherd fur was meant for the cold and snow. But after all, Syverson found her in Iraq, so she was born in the desert.

Y/N was now walking on the side of the rode, hands folded on top of her head.

There were trails nearby that Y/N could run. But her body just couldn’t seem to adjust to the uneven ground of forest and trails. She was used to treadmills or hard, flat concrete ground. Plus, Y/N was unaccustomed to the wildlife she could come across in nature here. And even though she wouldn’t admit it, she was convinced she would fall onto a rattlesnake or something else that could kill her.

So she ran on the shoulder of mostly empty roads around their house.

Every once in awhile, someone would drive by and give her a friendly wave.

Y/N was in only a sports bra and bike shorts. The thought of wearing even an inch more of clothing made her want to faint on the spot. Sure, it may be a bit scandalous for Texas. The stares and disapproving looks didn’t go amiss by Y/N. But it was too hot to care.

Y/N was 10 minutes away from the house when a crappy and rusted pick-up truck passed her.

She didn’t think twice about it until it turned around behind her and drove up in her blind spot. But she could still perfectly hear the car.

Nope. She didn’t like that at all.

Her female instinct to protect herself started ringing in her ears and her entire body tensed.

“Damn,” a voice called out to her.

The truck was now parallel to her on the road. And the driver was staring at her. No, more like leering at her. His window was down and his terrible country music was just loud enough for her to make out.

Despite sweating her ass off, Y/N felt a chill go up her spine. Or maybe that was her fight-or-flight response, preparing her to make a run for it.

Y/N chose to ignore him, hoping it would bore the guy enough to get him to drive off and leave her alone.

Aika decided not to take the same route. Instead, she moved to the other side of Y/N, putting herself between Y/N and the car. She gave a low growl in his direction.

It was just another warning to Y/N that this man was not harmless. If Aika could sense something, she was not in a good place.

“You think yer too good to talk to me?” The man snapped after she didn’t respond to his gross introduction.

But Y/N continued to ignore him.

“Ain’t fair actin’ like ya don’t wan’ it when yer dressed like that…” His accent was thicker than Sy’s and it made him sound stupid.

It was just another red flag to Y/N: the dumber the man, the more likely he was to do something awful to her.

Y/N was suddenly grateful that Sy had insisted she always take her phone and Aika with her when she went on her runs.

Aika was protective of her, yes. But Y/N knew that most people around here carried guns with them or at least had them somewhere in their trucks.

Aika would die protecting Y/N, but she was no match for a firearm. And Y/N didn’t want that scenario.

So, Y/N subtly pulled out her phone and texted Sy.

She didn’t want to call, scared that seeing her on the phone would upset the driver and force him to take some sort of action. What kind of action, Y/N didn’t know. And that was the most terrifying part.

Y/N texted Sy: Some guy is following me on the road in his truck. I don’t want him to know where I live. Can you come meet me?

A part of her was scared Sy wouldn’t have his phone on him. That man was an exception to his generation, hating technology and being expected to always be reachable.

Before Y/N, he was known to leave his phone in the house, not checking it for hours. He almost never picked up calls on the first try and he was not a swift replier when it came to texting.

But that stopped for the most part when Y/N became a part of his life. Well, at least it stopped for her. Sy's family and friends would probably say he still was shit at responding to them.

When Y/N went for runs or out to run errands on her own, Sy always made sure to have his cell on him in case Y/N needed anything.

So, Y/N was grateful when she saw those three dots appear on the screen that told her Syverson was immediately typing back.

“Hey!” The drive suddenly shouted. “I’m talkin’ to you, fuckin’ bitch.”

Y/N jumped at the sound of his irritation, but still didn’t engage.

Sy texted back: Just keep walking. I have your location.

Right, Y/N thought. Her ‘share location’ was always on with Sy. She always forgot about that. He was overprotective, that one. But now Y/N was grateful it.

She was just around the corner from the long driveway that led up to the house.

To Y/N’s surprise, Sy was just getting to the end of the property. He must have booked it from the farm to the main road when he got her text.

She managed to make out that he was tucking something into the back of his waist. And it wasn’t hard to guess what it was…

Y/N couldn’t explain the wave of relief that went through her body at mere sight of him.

‘You’re safe. Sy’s here. You’re OK,’ her mind was telling her.

Y/N picked up her pace.

And the driver sped up to keep in line with her. His eyes were so glued to her that he hadn’t even noticed Sy watching them.

As soon as Y/N was a few feet away, Sy stepped to her.

His head dipped a little to look into her eyes and his hand went to her waist to comfort her.

“You good?” He asked.

Y/N just nodded quickly, not having words.

Sy nodded back, but she could see the rage in his eyes. He was keeping it together for her sake.

“Go on up to the house,” he instructed her softly. But the command was clearly there and let no room for argument. “Take Aika with you.”

Y/N nodded, knowing better than to question him right now.

She gave one final look over her shoulder at the man.

His creepy smirk was waiting for her.

It ignited a sudden wave of anger and Y/N gave him a glare that could kill, and she somehow suddenly had the courage to give him the middle finger.

The man had the audacity to actually laugh at her.

But Y/N listened to Sy’s instructions and kept walking to the house.

Sy was only somewhat surprised that the asshole didn’t chicken out at the sight of him and floor it, speeding away before he could confront him.

He stepped to the passenger window of the truck.

His voice was ice cold and terrifying as he asked, “Think yer funny?”

“Sure do,” the man flicked the toothpick he had in his mouth.

Sy stepped even closer. Then he slowly pulled the gun from the back of his pants. He lightly placed it on the edge of the car window. Not aiming it at the man, just casually sitting it in plain view.

The man wasn’t so amused anymore.

“I got ‘bout a dozen firearms in that house back there.” Sy scratched his beard. “If I see you round here again, I won’t hesitate to use ‘em.”

The man held his breath and said nothing.

Sy managed to lean even closer now.

“I served with the Chief of Police’s son. Don’t think no one would waste their time openin’ a investigation if you went missin’.”

The man now had fear in his eyes.

“I memorized them plates of yours. Be pretty stupid of you to try anythin’.”

The man just stared at him, rendered absolutely speechless.

Sy stared him down for a minute before finally saying, “We clear?”

The man gave a shaky, but rushed, nod.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Sy growled, kicking the side of the man’s truck.

He wanted to give off a warning shot in the air, just to really get the man shaking in his boots.

But he knew Y/N would be watching from the front porch, and if she heard a gun shot, she’d have a panic attack.

Sy didn’t move until he saw the truck completely out of sight down the road.

When he walked back to the house, he noticed how tense his entire body was. And just because the bastard was gone, didn't mean he’d relax now.

Y/N was waiting for him on the front porch, Aika sitting readily at her feet.

Sy took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down before talking to her.

Y/N looked smaller than usual. Her confident and boisterous personality always made her seem taller than she was. But now she looked vulnerable and scared.

“You OK?” He asked her again.

She nodded quickly.

“He didn’t touch you, did he?”

She shook her head.

A part of Y/N knew that if she told him the man had, Sy would be getting in his truck and racing after the bastard.

A few awkward moments pass.

Y/N noticed how tense Sy looked. And even though she knows he had got a gun hidden behind him, she didn't say anything about it.

“Are you OK?” She asked quietly.

Sy just nodded.

But then he finally stepped close to her and cupped her cheek. “You did good, darlin’. You were right to text me.”

Y/N was embarrassed by how much she preened at his praise and approval.

For the rest of the day, Sy didn't go back to work on the farm, leaving his workers to finish up for the day. Instead he lingered around Y/N. It’s subtle, but she noticed it. He’s quiet, lost in his own head. Y/N knows he’s thinking of all the scenarios that could’ve happened, all the ways the situation could’ve gone worse and more dangerous.

“What did he say to you?” Sy finally asked when they were eating dinner.

Y/N shrugged. “He was just being a creep.”

She saw no point in sharing the details. It would only upset him more.

“I’m sorry,” he finally muttered.

“Sorry? What do you have to be sorry for?” Y/N blurted out.

“I dragged your ass to this honky tonk state. And look what that got you.”

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from letting out a laugh. The sound surprised him.

“Sy…do you really think there aren’t creep in New York? Street harassment is a thing. I just never told you about it. What good would that have done? You’d just beat yourself up about not being there. Kind of like you’re doing right now…”

Sy shifted in his seat awkwardly.

“I just…” he hesitated. “Want you to feel safe here is all.”

Y/N got up from her own chair and moved to slowly sit on his lap.

“I do. You make me feel safe.” She cupped his face. “I feel safer with you than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”

She watched as he slowly processed that.

“OK?” She asked gently.

“OK.”

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I know this was pretty short. But hopefully it was sweet too.

#syverson #syverson vignettes #captain syverson #syverson x reader #captain syverson x reader #sand castle captain syverson #sand castle henry cavill #captain syverson henry cavill #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #syverson fic

[sillyrabbit81]

Tree Decorating

Summary: You buy Sy a special bauble for the Christmas Tree.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 500

Warnings: Mostly fluffy goodness, implied smut, Dad!Sy, Husband!Sy

Authors note: This is for @winter2112rose 12 + 1 Days of Christmas Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate. 🙏

This series will be a set of short (approx. 500 word) drabbles. They will be mostly set in Australia and consist of vignettes of your and Sy's Christmas's together. The reader is Australian, but I am still aiming to be as inclusive of race, and size as possible.

Beta read by @amberangel112 . Edited by me, there will be errors.

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12 + 1 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Day 1 Tree Decorating

Sy grins at you as you hand him the Christmas decorations to put at the top of the tree. It warms your heart to see him so happy. It hadn’t always been like this, you had spent many Christmas’s apart, but not anymore, now you are always together and it’s always joyful. This year he seems particularly excited. Not only is it his first Christmas in Australia with all your family, but it is also little Matilda’s first one ever.

Reaching into the carefully stored box of Sy’s favourite decorations he insisted you bring when you moved home, you smile and feel the sting of tears as you pick up the bauble that even you didn’t want to leave behind.

On December 1st last year, you had taken a pregnancy test after skipping a period. You wanted to ring him immediately, not able to keep the news to yourself, but you almost never call him while he’s at work. You’re used to being independent after going through several years without him while he was on tour. Instead, you rushed out to the shops and got a personalised bauble made with “Merry Christmas Daddy” written on one side, and a silhouette of a pregnant woman with “Bump’s First Christmas” written on the other.

Nearly shaking with nerves, you had handed him the decoration and held your breath. Sy looked at it and smirked.

“Hmm, you tryin’ to tell me ya wanna go on Santa’s naughty list tonight?” Sy grabbed you around the waist, drawing you close and nuzzling deep into your neck, nipping at your ear with a growl.

Giggling you said, “Turn it around, Sy.”

Sy lifted his head and turned the ball in his fingers and nearly dropped it. His eyes were wide as he looked at you and his jaw went slack, he seemed genuinely speechless.

“I did the test today,” you said softly. “Nothing’s confirmed, I don’t know how exactly how far along I am, probably only six weeks, but I wanted to tell you straight away.”

Slowly he grinned, still unable to say a word he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you hard with unrestrained passion and desire, reminding you of how he'd kiss you when he came home from deployment. You felt his hand press low against your belly, squeezing gently at your soft flesh, and all of your nervousness fell away replaced by your own need for him.

“You’re havin’ my baby,” he said as he leaned his forehead on yours. You nodded as you cupped his softly bearded cheeks. “That’s so fuckin’ hot.”

You had burst out laughing. Sy chuckled, turning away briefly to hang the bauble on the tree. With a triumphant shout he lifted your feet off the ground and carried you to bed to show you just how hot he thought you were.

“Whatcha grinnin’ at Sugar?” Sy’s voice pulls you out of your reminiscing.

You hand him the bauble and Sy beams. He looks at Tilly, so sweet in her little rocker, cooing happily as she watches the two of you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he kisses your forehead.

“She’s the best thing I ever got.”

#captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain sy #captain syverson drabble #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson x you #captain syverson fic #syverson x reader #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fic #12 + 1 Days of Christmas #tree decorating #winter2112rose

[libermachinae]

Notes: baby robot

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“602 RPS. Fuel pressure 124 over 75. Circuits holding—”

“Prowl, come.”

Prowl glanced up from the monitor for just an astrosec. Mesothulas was standing in front of the CR chamber, leaned so close he was nearly touching the casing, well beyond the limits of safety protocols. Even from up here in the observation deck, Prowl could see the way he quivered, fingers flexing as though he really intended to brush them over the freezing pod. He’d spoken without looking away from it, optics fixed on the narrow porthole, its view blocked from Prowl’s gaze by the glare of the lab’s lighting.

When he looked back, RPS had dropped to 598.

“I can observe plenty from up here,” he said, logging the change along with the rest of the readout flashing across his display. The system would do it automatically, but keeping his own logs allowed him to feed the data directly into his risk analysis programs, their last safeguard against any unexpected chain reactions. Reversal and shutdown commands remained queued and at the ready.

“But he can’t see you,” Mesothulas insisted, still with his gaze on the pod. There was a mechanical growl deep within the machine, systems warming to protect them against the coming temperature snap.

“I’ll introduce myself later,” Prowl promised. He had a script prepared, easily integrated into the standard basic function tests he’d plucked from the ruins of Petrex’s last construction center. It would serve to demonstrate the construct’s ability to differentiate itself from other people and recognize when it was being addressed, provided current readings held steady and they actually made it that far. “I need to keep monitoring in case of—”

“In case of what, Prowl? Our design is without flaw. He’s perfect.” Mesothulas did touch the pod then, yanking away and shaking out his hand when the cold bit back. “We’ve already run every test, accounted for every variable. You said yourself, nothing will go wrong.”

“Because I’m up here, making sure it doesn’t.” There was a hiss as the internal ventilations started to draw out the freezing gasses, and a fog appeared over the porthole as moisture in the air responded to the change in temperature. Mesothulas leaned close again, and this time Prowl decided not to bother worrying about it. “I don’t understand why this is an issue. We haven’t installed its datalogging software yet; it won’t remember any of this.”

There was a lot he didn’t understand about Mesothulas, but most of the time that worked to his benefit, their different priorities allowing them to easily collaborate by taking over parts of each project the other had no interest in. It was rare for them to clash, and if it caused him to add a few extra lines to his spreadsheets as he accelerated his tracking speed, the construct certainly wouldn’t suffer for it.

“He, Prowl. He has his own spark.”

And going by the standards Prowl had grown up with, that put it in the animate category, a step above mechanized but not yet in the autonomous phase that signified life. But that was for spliced sparks, borrowed identities who only became individuals once introduced to a unique processor sequence. He and Mesothulas had gone back and forth on what this meant for the construct, whose spark had been struck from as close to nothing as one could, and Prowl was smart enough to know it was not a discussion worth bringing up now.

“And it’s important because we’re not just introducing ourselves: we’re introducing the entire universe to him. We’re his first impression of everything. I’m not letting you waste that opportunity.”

There was a hiccup in Prowl’s momentum as Mesothulas’ sentiments caused his processor to pick up a memory. Its low priority weighed against the negligible file size meant that despite considering deleting it as it lost relevance with each new change to his life, he’d kept it buried in his archive. The auditory component had become uncoupled during one of his early processor crashes, so all he had left was the visual, grainy with the degradation of multiple transfers and processor upgrades. The file played and his optical feed came online to two Cybertronians, one standing back with a datapad while the other stood closer, his optics fixed on Prowl. They were both talking, but Prowl hadn’t bothered to watch their lips: all his focus had been on their plating, his first thoughts a string of hexidecimal codes as he tried to track all the ways their paint reacted to light and shadow.

It was not a long memory. He’d dropped offline almost immediately, having overwhelmed his processor before his temperature controls had finished booting up, and after that he’d had a specialist team to finish his construction. Though he’d had access to the database, he’d never bothered to go looking up the names of the first two bots he’d seen. Their role in his life had been all but inconsequential, compared to the engineers who spent decacycles making sure his spark and frame could maintain the advanced tactical suite he’d been built for.

“I’ll make sure the construct functions long enough to see any of it,” he said, returning his focus to the monitors. 608 RPS.

He thought he caught a glint of yellow from where Mesothulas stood.

“P—”

“Vacuum seal releasing.”

There was a louder hiss as a plume of white mist escaped the seams of the pod door. Mesothulas jumped away from it, then moved back in as soon as it had dissipated, hands up like he wanted to help the door along as it pushed out and then slid aside on a silent track. More mist spilled out, blanketing the floor around Mesothulas’ pedes, but it was hard to tell whether his slight hop step was from pain or eagerness.

“Surge guards holding,” Prowl reported. “Autonomics steady. Entering second stage bootup.”

Mesothulas gasped and Prowl looked up, concerned, but found himself just as startled. Bioillumination was a hallmark of stage two and not in itself surprising. Even the brilliant intensity, light stretching beyond the confines of the pod, was to be expected, given that they hadn’t installed any code to regulate it yet. Mesothulas just hadn’t told him the optics would be blue.

“Sys-systems disconnecting from external fuel supply,” he stammered, feeling a rush of embarrassment before he composed himself. “Fuel pressure 121 over 74.”

Mesothulas made no indication he heard, and a moment later Prowl realized he wasn’t listening at all: he was talking to the construct, his voice a low murmur Prowl couldn’t hear from his place on the observation deck.

“Entering third stage. Somatic systems coming online.”

The construct turned to look at Mesothulas. Even turned away, Prowl somehow knew the scientist was beaming, his lesson from earlier the only thing keeping him from reaching into the pod and wrapping himself around his creation like he was wont to do with Prowl.

And then Mesothulas stepped back and to the side, pointing up at the platform still without his optics leaving the construct.

“And that’s Prowl,” he said, finally loud enough for his voice to carry. “He’s worked just as hard.”

Those blue optics turned to him. Prowl knew it was only the most basic coding compelling the construct to follow the movement of Mesothulas’ finger, its bare processor unable to even register him as a separate element from his environment, let alone a fellow Cybertronian. But there was something about being caught in that gaze, watching the lenses attempt to focus when there wasn’t enough data yet to tell them what to focus on, that caused him to raise his hand in an uncertain wave.

“You’ll get the chance to meet him later, I promise,” Mesothulas said, drawing the construct’s attention back to him. “Ostaros, we have so much more to show you. You can’t imagine.”

It couldn’t, Prowl mused, watching Mesothulas attempt to link his fingers with those of his creation and pulling away with a hiss at the subsequent reminder. But this period of emptiness would not last forever. Like the science that had formed its impossible spark, the construct—Ostaros—would come into being, something pulled from nothing, a person just as much as himself or Mesothulas. Prowl would introduce himself then, to whoever it was that Ostaros became.

#maccadam #transformers #taraprowl #prowl #tarantulas #mesothulas #springer #ostaros #my writing #ficlet #might put this one on ao3 #haven't decided

[delicioussshame]

I was supposed to write an actual chapter of that LBH/SY/OLBH AU where they’re all actors, one in which OLBH and SY are playing the leads in a censored danmei adaptation, but I was stressed tonight so you’re getting bad porn set in that world.

Shen Yuan swaps Luo Bingge’s wandering hand off his lap. “Bingge, give up. I say not during filming.”

Undeterred, Luo Bingge’s hand finds itself creeping under Shen Yuan’s shirt. “This isn’t our first rodeo. I know how far I can push. I promise you won’t feel a thing tomorrow.”

Shen Yuan laughs at him out loud. “Impossible, and you don’t need me boosting your ego by explaining to you why.”

Luo Bingge’s teeth are pressing on his earlobe, softly enough not to mark the skin. “I can be gentle if given the proper incentive.”

It’s not that he’s lying, because Shen Yuan knows that Luo Bingge is able, in extremely rare occasions, to rein in his constant desire to conquer and overwhelm, but it is, as aforementioned, very, very rare, and he’s never seen that side of Luo Bingge without his brother by his side. “If I say yes today, a measly two weeks into filming, you’ll be demanding it every night by next week.”

Luo Bingge doesn’t reply, because he can’t. The stalker who went out of his way to find out where Shen Yuan was renting during filming and rented in the same building, again, can’t say he did so with pure intentions only. He did it because he wanted easy access to Shen Yuan, and he didn’t tell him because he knows Shen Yuan would have reacted… exactly how he did, i.e. not favorably.

“Like Yuan can honestly say he would want me to stay away until we’re done when I’m right there.”

Shen Yuan pinches the overly familiar hand undoing the buttons of his shirt. “We work all over the country. We’ve spent months apart before. It’s not a problem.”

“I wasn’t right here. You can either admit you want me now, or I’ll have to make you break. Possibly on set. I’m sure the fans of the book would appreciate it.”

See? This is why Shen Yuan thought this was a terrible idea. He 100% believe Luo Bingge would flirt with him shamelessly in public and say he’s just in character.

This movie is going to be hell.

Salvation comes in the form of his personal phone ringing. “Bingge, get off, I have to take this.”

This turns out to be Bingmei, because of course it is. He’s made his jealousy at his brother playing Shen Yuan’s not-boyfriend very, very clear by way of tantrums and tears that Shen Yuan can’t do anything about when he’s many hours away.

Since Luo Bingmei wouldn’t ruin his actual boyfriend’s or his brother’s careers, he hasn’t done anything more, but he’s been calling frequently.

“Bingmei, hello. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine! How is A-Yuan? Is he eating fine on set? Brother is taking care of you, right?”

“Oh, I’m taking care of him just fine. I was going to do exactly that, in fact.”

“Bingge! Sorry, Bingmei, give me a second.” Shen Yuan puts the phone down and pushes himself away from Luo Bingge, who had plastered himself to his back to talk into the phone from behind him. “Give it a rest! I’m talking to Bingm- What are you doing with my phone!”

“Putting it on speaker mode. Bingmei, you hear me?”

“Yes? Why? Brother, what are you doing?”

“What you’d be doing in my place; taking care of Yuan. Want to contribute?”

Every time Shen Yuan thinks he’s seen everything, and he’s seen a lot since he formed a committed relationship with male twins, one or the other insists on proving him wrong. “Bingge, forget it. I’m not doing it.”

“You’re not? Why? Since I can’t touch A-Yuan, I’d love to hear him.”

Fuck. It’s easy to say no to Bingge’s demands. Shen Yuan doesn’t owe him anything.

Sadly, he finds saying no to Bingmei’s requests much harder. His voice has already taken a breathless tone that speaks volumes. It will turn whiny if Shen Yuan says no, then teary, and Shen Yuan will spend the rest of the evening fruitlessly trying to soothe him.

He doesn’t have to look to know Luo Bingge is smug. “Yuan is not going to deny my brother something this simple, is he? Bingmei is all alone in our apartment, with not even a job to occupy him, while we’re both busy day and night. It’s the least we can do for him.”

Shen Yuan has been played.

He sighs, defeated. “I’m throwing you out if you overstep.”

“You’re welcome to try.” Luo Bingge celebrates his victory by kissing him silent and pretty much ripping his shirt off him, the hands Shen Yuan had been trying so hard to keep away now touching him everywhere they were allowed.

“Brother? What are you doing? Tell me!”

Oh no, those two are going to talk all night, aren't they? They’ve always been shameless.

Shen Yuan might not survive this.

“I’ve just removed his shirt, so not much. Maybe I should go for that spot just below his right rib, you know the one?”

“Oh, yes. A-Yuan always blushes so prettily when I kiss him there. I can almost see it. Do it!”

Shen Yuan is already bright red, so he’s sure the wet heat of Luo Bingge’s mouth doesn’t change much for him.

He still can’t quite stop himself from moaning a little bit.

Bingmei picks it up, of course. “I can’t hear A-Yuan well enough! Do something!”

“Bingmei wants to hear you. Let’s give you a reason to make noise then.”

Luo Bingge’s idea to make sure Luo Bingmei has something to listen to is to remove Shen Yuan’s pants and to swallow his half-hard cock in one smooth motion that has Shen Yuan screaming and Luo Bingmei panting. “What did you do? Brother, what’s happening! Why does A-Yuan sound so blissed out?”

Luo Bingge pulls out with a slurp so obscene Bingmei must have heard it. “Using my mouth to reward him for doing a good job on set today.”

“That’s good. A-Yuan deserves to be rewarded. I wish I could be the one doing it. Would A-Yuan like that? Having me there with him, using my mouth to make him feel good?”

Bingmei can’t possibly want him to answer, can he? He’s not taking part in this… whatever this is!

Luo Bingge’s nails dig into the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, where no one will notice him leaving marks. “You’re being rude. Tell him you prefer me.”

“Hey! He doesn’t! Of course A-Yuan would love for me to be with him. You would, right?”

Shen Yuan throws his arm over his eyes. “Don’t fight over something this ridiAHH! Bingge, I said no!”

Bingge doesn’t stop opening him up even as his tongue slide lazily over Shen Yuan’s cock.

“Would A-Yuan be so kind as to activate his camera? I want to see!”

“NO! That’s not happening!” Shen Yuan doesn’t let anyone film him without a contract and a crew, and never in his current condition.

“Aww, that’s too bad. Can he at least tell me what Brother is doing to him? Hearing A-Yuan cry so alluringly and not knowing why is torture.”

“Your brother is trying to break the long-standing rule of no penetration while filming! I have to be in shape for work!”

“And you’ll be. I’m being thorough. I’m only up to two fingers. I’m going to open you up properly, slowly, until you’re so relaxed you’ll be begging for me.”

“It’s still not fair that you get A-Yuan in your bed for months and I get my hand and our toys. It’s not the same.”

Did Luo Bingmei went and got help to play with them?

That’s certainly something he’d do. Maybe he’s preparing himself as his brother is fingering Shen Yuan open, lying back on their bed with that ridiculously big dildo of his that’s still smaller than he is…

Shen Yuan has been ruined.

Luo Bingge spreads Shen Yuan’s thighs to reach deeper. “Are you ready for another one, or should I just get you off first? I wouldn’t mind finishing you off, if you’d prefer?”

“Don’t! Since I can’t have A-Yuan, I want to hear him when you take him! Get to it! I won’t be able to wait for much longer!”

He didn’t have to say it. Shen Yuan recognises the way his breath catches; he’s hard, probably has something inside him, and is unwilling to wait.

“I can’t rush him. He needs to be able to give his best performance tomorrow.”

Luo Bingge’s fingers twist and turn inside of him, teasing and rubbing and driving Shen Yuan wild.

“I’m sure A-Yuan is fine with it. Just listen to the cute little gasps he’s making. He’s practically begging for you to take him.”

“Well well. Are you? Do you want me inside you? I’m willing to take my time,” another cruel thrust of his fingers, this time deeper than before, “but if Yuan considers he’s ready, then I would oblige him.”

“Tell him you want him to!”

Shen Yuan has never hated and loved someone has much as he both hates and loves those two siblings who threw his life in chaos. “Fine, fine, do it, I can’t stand this any longer.”

“If Yuan insists,” says Luo Bingge like he hasn’t spent his evening trying to convince Shen Yuan to do just that.

At least Luo Bingge didn’t lie: he’s been careful. He doesn’t force Shen Yuan into the mattress like he usually does, instead preferring carefully measured movements designed not to be too taxing on him. While also driving him crazy, because everything Bingge does has the goal of ruining Shen Yuan’s sanity.

“A-Yuan sounds so good taking my brother’s cock. I wish I could see him. He’s always so beautiful when he does it. Almost as attractive as when he’s taking mine. I wish he could see me, too. I think he would like to watch me fucking myself and wishing it was him. He’d feel so much better than toys.”

“Bingmei! Shut up!”

Luo Bingge thrusts into him harder than he’d done today, throwing him out of the image Bingmei conjured. “I’m right here. Don’t forget it.”

“You’re the, one that wanted this. Deal with, ah, it.”

“It’s your fault A-Yuan is still coherent enough to talk to me. Do better.”

Luo Bingge glares. “I have to be gentle.”

“No excuse. I’m always gentle with A-Yuan and he loves every minute of it.”

“I’m going to hang up.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll get on a flight and steal A-Yuan away from you!”

“Fine. Just shut up and enjoy until I’m done.”

“If you manage to get there.”

This is where Shen Yuan loses the plot, because Luo Bingge’s hand is wrapping around his cock as he slides deeper and deeper inside of him, which shouldn’t be possible, there’s no way he’s not going to feel it tomorrow, and then he can’t think about tomorrow anymore, not with Luo Bingge’s mouth on his and Luo Bingge’s hand on his cock and Luo Bingge’s cock a constant pressure that’s robbing him of all reason.

By the time he’s getting back his sense, his throat is a bit raw.

Bingmei probably got what he wanted. “Bingmei? Are you still there?”

Even through the line Bingmei sounds sated. “Yes. A-Yuan was wonderful. He sounded so pleased. The memories of his moans will help me sleep soundly tonight. Thank you two.”

Shen Yuan also needs to go to sleep or he’ll be in even worse shape when he wakes up. “Good night, Bingmei. I’m going to take a shower and go right to bed. The day will start early. I’m going to need all the rest I can get.”

Luo Bingge lifts from the bed and pulls Shen Yuan up. “It’s been too short, but work comes first. I’ll join you.”

“You'd better keep your hands to yourself. I’m not indulging you again.”

“You would doubt my honor? I wouldn’t.”

“Of course you would.”

Luo Bingge pantomimes dramatically. “Even my own twin brother is against me. What I have done to deserve such scorn?”

“You’re you.”

Shen Yuan wishes he couldn’t hear the fondness in his own voice.

Luo Bingge’s grin indicates he caught it too, but in a rare moment of grace, he lets it go, wordlessly hanging off and guiding Shen Yuan to the bathroom.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #OriginalLBH/SY #LBH/SY/OLBH

[poledancingdinos]

Hostile Territory - Chapter 1

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC (Leah Coleman)

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Canon typical violence and injury

Catch up: Series Masterlist

Taglist: @amberangel112 @utterlyhopeful-fics @marantha @kebabgirl67 @littleone65 @omgkatinka @luclittlepond @summersong69​ @identity2212​  @marytudorbrandon​

A/N: Finally adding this story to Tumblr, hope you enjoy!

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Day 6

Leah sat on the medic table in only her cargo pants and sports bra when there was a rough knock on the door. Her shirt had been cut off by an overzealous medic who’d thought that her soaked collar indicated a hidden wound despite her insisting that he wouldn’t find anything other than some bruised ribs. He’d apparently forgotten that head injuries bleed like fuck. Either that or he saw an opportunity to undress the only woman at Warhorse and took it.

“Yeah?” she called out.

The door creaked open but whoever was on the other side stopped before revealing who they were. 

“Are ya decent?” a gruff voice asked. She recognized it immediately as the burly captain in charge of her new base.

“I’m sure there’s nothing I could show you that you haven’t seen before, Cap.” A man like him undoubtedly had no shortage of women ready and willing whenever he was stateside, surely a woman showing a little skin wouldn’t be that scandalous.

“Tryin’ to be considerate here, Private, how ‘bout ya cut the sass.”

“Yeah, I’m decent,” she finally conceded.

The man pushed the door open just enough to step into the room and quickly shut it behind him to avoid any of the soldiers walking in the halls being able to catch a glimpse inside.

“What did the medics say?”

“Gonna need stitches,” she answered, holding a ball of gauze to her forehead to staunch the bleeding.

“We already knew that. Concussion?”

“Nope.”

“Good. That’s real good.” He nodded to himself, looking off to the side, seemingly lost in thought.

Behind Sy, the door opened again only without a knock this time. Obviously common courtesy or bedside manner went out the window when you were a doctor in the middle of the desert.

When the blond man noticed Sy, he greeted him with a nod. “Captain.” The medic walked around him to the little metal cart that sat next to the table, looking over the various pouches of sterile equipment, gauze and disinfecting agents.

“So, it seems we are out of anesthetic and glue so I’m going to have to stitch you up without it.”

“What the fuck?” Sy exclaimed, turning his head towards the other man. “It’s bad enough she gets an ax to the face, now ya want her to suffer through the sutures too?”

“It’s fine, let’s just get this over with,” she said, turning on the table to lay down.

The medic nodded, going over to the sink to scrub his hands before putting latex gloves on.

“I’m going to have to ask you to step out now, Captain.”

“I’m gonna stay right here if it’s all the same.” There wasn’t really room for argument but the blond man didn’t seem to pick up on the severe tone. He opened his mouth to argue but Leah cut him off, not interested in the alpha-male pissing contest she sensed was about to ensue.

“Just stay in the corner and don’t distract the man holding a needle over my eye.” She pulled the blood soaked gauze from her forehead and tossed it into the nearby trash bin. “Sir,” she added after a beat.

Sy excused the momentary lapse of respect, knowing full well she was just lashing out because of the pain, and settled with his shoulder on the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. From that angle, Sy had an unobstructed view of Leah’s face as the new medic—Reynolds, Sy finally recalled—tossed the instrument wrappings in the trash and began working on suturing the wound on Leah’s forehead.

Reynolds was on the third stitch and Sy was utterly baffled by the woman’s control. She hadn’t so much as winced as the man lifted her skin with the forceps and pierced it with the curved needle. Sy didn’t think that anything else would be impressive after watching Leah hold her own in a bare-knuckle fight against a man swinging an ax but this was quite the feat. She’d been lucky to come out of it with nothing more than a couple of bruises and a slash on her forehead.

Truth be told, Sy was overwhelmed with relief that she hadn’t been more severely injured. Part of it was because Leah Coleman had only joined his Special Ops unit six days prior and it made him feel like the biggest piece-of-shit in the world to know she hadn’t even made it a full week before being injured under his command. The other part was because he was completely smitten with her.

It was utterly unprofessional, and he mentally scolded himself every time he started picturing Leah as anything other than a soldier under his command, but he just couldn’t shake the attraction ever since she had shown up at his gate and slugged the soldier who’d grabbed her ass as she walked by. Sy probably should have written her up for that but he was under no illusion that the other soldiers around had not considered doing the exact same. Letting her show them that she wasn’t some defenseless damsel was as good a way as any to keep them in line.

Sy was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of rattling metal. Reynolds had apparently finished stitching her up and was now applying a clean bandage over his work. The pure white of the gauze looked ridiculous on her skin which had streaks of dried blood from her temple all the way down to her chest. Apparently no one had bothered providing Leah with some sort of wet rag to clean herself up as she waited for the medic to come back after his initial assessment of her injuries. 

“Try not to do anything that could pull at the stitches until we can get ‘em out at the end of the week.”

“Right, thanks,” she said dismissively, her eyes still closed and making no move to sit up.

Reynolds took his time as he tossed his soiled gloves into the trash and washed his hands, somehow oblivious to the tense silence that had now filled the room. When the door finally clicked shut behind him, Leah released a deep, shaky breath through her mouth.

She carefully moved the leg closest to the edge of the table until it hung off the side then twisted to place her forearm under her torso and the other hand flat on the table. Leah’s lips moved unconsciously as she counted to three and pushed herself into a seated position with a choked whimper.

Sy had decided to keep his distance, not wanting to invade her space when she was so obviously resigned to suffering on her own, but as soon as she was upright, Leah’s body began to waver and for a second, Sy was sure she was about to plunge face first straight off the table. He lunged towards her, stabilizing her with both hands on her shoulders.

“Alright, Private, let’s get you back down for a few more minutes,” he suggested but she just shook her head, setting her hands on his chest and pushing him away.

“Just dizzy from the shock, it’ll be better in a sec.”

Sy tightened his hold on her, refusing to take even a single step back.

“I don’t like the sound of that. Maybe you should spend the night here.”

She took a long breath in through her nose then out through her mouth and slowly opened her eyes. It was then Leah realized just how intimately close the Captain was to her. He stood between her legs, his hips so wide that he touched both of her inner thighs. He hadn’t showered since getting back from the mission but he had taken off most of his gear, leaving him in his tight green t-shirt and desert camo pants. His face was covered in dust and he stank of sweat and gunpowder. He had no right to look that good while simultaneously looking so bad but somehow he did.

“I’m fine, I’ve been through worse. Besides, I’m afraid that if I’m not back in my room tonight then I’m going to find that all my underwear is missing in the morning.”

“You don’t have to put up with that kinda shit. If someone’s harassin’ ya then I gotta know ‘bout it so I can take care of it.”

“I’m never gonna earn their respect if I run to daddy at every raunchy joke. If I wanna be part of the team then they gotta treat me the same way they treat each other.”

She met Sy’s gaze, challenging him to tell her differently. The paleness of her complexion, the bruising blooming on her face and the obvious fatigue that marred her expression somewhat diminished the effect of her stare but Sy nodded anyway.

“Lemme at least make sure you get to your bunk in one piece.”

She considered his proposal for a moment but with the way her head throbbed there was very little chance that she would make it to her room without collapsing halfway up the stairs. Swallowing her pride, Leah accepted the Captain’s help.

“Alright, then,” he said, glancing around the room. He tipped his head towards a little stool by the sink. “Is that your jacket?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Are you good for me to let go for a second?”

“I think so.”

Sy released his hold on Leah’s shoulders one hand at a time and after making sure she was still stable, he took the jacket and held it open for her. She didn’t wait for him to ask if she wanted to have it on before slipping her arm into the sleeve. With the amount of catcalling she’d already endured since being assigned to the unit there was no way Sy would let her walk around shirtless. 

With the jacket on and loosely closed, Sy wrapped his arm around her waist and held her forearm in the other. Leah was too short to brace herself with an arm around his shoulder and still be able to walk so the hold on her arm would have to do.

She slid down from the table until the tip of her boots touched the ground then tested her legs by adding a bit of weight.

“Woah,” she muttered, leaning into Sy’s side as her head started spinning again.

“‘S okay, we’ll take it slow. Deep breaths. Lemme know when you’re ready to move.” He exaggerated his breathing—in through his nose and out through his mouth—until she matched his breaths. He’d been mentally counting each inhale and exhale for about sixty seconds when she blinked a few times in rapid succession and lifted some of her weight off him.

“Good. We’re gonna take it slow, put as much weight on me as ya need.”

They managed to make it to the staircase without stopping but as soon as she lifted her leg to move up the first step, Leah collapsed into Sy, her leg giving out below her. She bit down on her bottom lip to the point of drawing blood, swallowing her whimpers.

“Private, what was that about?”

“It’s nothing,” she answered in an unconvincing voice. 

Sy shook his head, bending down to pick her up in a fireman’s carry—not bridal because that’s not how he would do it for the men in his unit. He briefly considered turning around and going back to the medical unit but in the end he decided that he would just carry her up to her room.

He set her down on the rickety bunk they had set up in the supply closet that now served as her quarters. The only upside to the shitty makeshift room was the fact that it had no windows so Leah didn’t have to worry about snipers at night. Sy set about unlacing her boots despite her insistence that she was fine. He pushed her right pant leg up until her knee was exposed.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Sy muttered, seeing the joint which was now completely swollen and painted black and blue. “Ya didn’t think this was worth mentionin’ back at medical?”

“I’ve b—”

“Been through worse,” he finished for her, as unconvinced as he was the first time she said it. “I’m gonna get ya some ice.”

It wasn’t a question, leaving no room for argument. He quickly went back to his office where he kept a basic first aid kit and took out two instant ice packs and a bottle of painkillers. When he got back to her room, Leah had moved closer to the foot of the bed, taken her hair out of its tight updo and swapped her jacket for a clean t-shirt from her pack.

“One for tonight,” he said, indicating the first pack of ice, “and one for tomorrow morning,” he finished setting the other on the stool that served as her nightstand. “You can use these for now but I want that knee looked ASAP.” The bottle of painkillers rattled as he set it down next to the ice.

“Thanks.” She accepted the offered pack of ice with a small smile.

“What the hell happened between the moment ya dropped off the comms and the moment we took down that asshole?”

She crushed the bag with an audible crack and shook it before setting it on her injured knee.

“The first hit came from my right.” She shook her head at herself, looking down. “I cleared the first room and as soon as I turned back around the man knocked my rifle out of my hands. The ax blade caught the strap and tore it clean off my body. While he took his next swing I just lunged at him. We fell, he dropped the ax, we both got a few punches in.”

She stopped closing her eyes as she tried to remember what happened earlier that evening.

“He made it back up before me, the ax was back in his hands and he aimed for my head… I rolled away just in time  to not be decapitated.”

“That’s when the head happened?”

Leah nodded. “I tried to kick his legs out from under him but he managed to stay upright. I got back up, dodged a hit and jumped behind him while he was off balance to catch him in a choke hold. He panicked and just blindly started swinging and I took the butt of the ax to the knee.”

“Are ya fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he barked pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. “For all you know your kneecap is blown to fuckin’ pieces!” Sy bent down again, poking and inspecting her knee.

“That’s a little excessive,” she whispered, looking down at the ground. “I can mostly walk on it.”

Sy shook his head, releasing an exasperated sigh as he brushed his hand over his face. “Jesus fuck. Alright, what happened after that?”

“I lost my hold on his neck but he was stunned enough that when he turned to swing again it was so wide that it gave me time to duck. I got a few good punches in before he managed to push me back far enough to swing at me again. You know the rest.”

He did. He’d actually arrived just as Leah let go of the man’s neck but she’d been too close to him for Sy to get a clean shot. As soon as she moved more than a foot away Sy had pulled the trigger, hitting the man square in the temple and dropping him to the ground mid-swing.

“You’re on desk duty for the next two weeks,” he instructed, straightening to his full height and putting a hand on the doorknob. 

“What? No, I’m fine.”

“Those are your orders, Private. Unless you’d rather be medevac’d like you would have been if you hadn’t lied about the slash bein’ your only injury? ”

Her jaw visibly clenched as she held back any further argument. “No, Sir.”

Sy gave a curt nod and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Chapter 2

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[honeyhenry]

Homeward Bound

A/N: This was NOT meant to be this long...but I was inspired and now we have this... dad!Syverson....you can thank me later :)

Warnings: army-related talk, labour, fluff (because i rue the day I actually write anything other than that)

After an honourable stint, Captain Syverson had finally finished up his active duty in the army, having chosen now to spend his life devoted and committed to you. While every second week he had to make a daily 45 minute commute up the road to train newbies needing a boot up their asses to prepare for the realities of war, Sy was able to come home to you just in time for dinner every evening. He got the best of both worlds, earning a solid pay with training up new recruits, and having the ability to make good on those promises he made you way back before he told you that the next tour would be his last.

He had kept his first promise within a month of him returning for good - giving you a shiny ring that he’d had the deposit down on for as long as he can remember. That was his most nerve-wracking promise to keep, even though you’d assured him no matter what, the answer would always be a “yes”. His second promise was also signed, sealed, and delivered within weeks of his return, most likely conceived in celebration of your engagement.

That promise had stuck with you a little more than the first; “Gonna put a baby in ya, peach. Can promise ya that I’m ready for wantin that with ya.”

Sy had arrived home in October, and there you were, round and ready to pop at the end of the following August.

During your labour on that warm summer’s day, he’d been gritting it out right beside you, clutching your hand and holding your half full cup of ice chips, using his best Captain voice in offering encouragement. Between contractions you had cried, screeched, and panicked. It had seemed Sy had given you the big baby he had been so certain of.

“Your baby’s too big Syv, it hurts so much...”

“Peach believe me, if I could I’d take all this pain for ya I would” he had comforted you, knowing by making eye contact that he meant every word. You had relaxed momentarily at the love you held for him, before the pain hit again leaving you crying and screaming once more.

And then Captain Syverson heard the words that he detests, typically uttered from his soldiers in the base camps or training rounds. 

“I can’t...”

It’s a cowards way of thinking, a poor outlook on life, and it makes the entire side weak because of one weak link. It angers him to no end, and he usually ends up heading off alone to clear his head. But not when it’s you

“I can’t do it, Sy...”

You’re the strongest person he knows, pushing out a brand new Syverson into the world with minimal medication and a steely determination for the past 14 hours. You’re no coward, and you’re by no means weak. He’s had men on his side who haven’t blinked in the face of adversity and terrorism, and yet here you were, stronger than the lot of them in every way.

“Yeah you can, peach. Ya think I’d put my baby in any ol’ fool? No it’s you, ‘cause you’re the strongest woman I know. C’mon now, let’s have us a baby.”

And then you did it, almost an hour later and she’s earth-side. As the sun had set on the last day of a sweltering August, it is as though the room cools to a warm breeze, the world stopping in its tracks as you birth your sweet baby Syverson, born in the first minutes of a new September. She’s all yours, and when the doctor announced above the primal, wild screams that “it’s a girl!” you’d looked to Sy, watching him as he cried. It was just a couple of tears, and he won’t admit that they happened, but it sure as hell doesn’t make him any less proud.

You’ve only been cooped up in the room for 24 hours, and while you and baby Syverson have been cared for and helped with the basics (along with you receiving a substantial amount of pain relief), Sy wanted you and his baby girl home so that he could be the one to take care of you both; plump your pillows, fetch you cups of tea, burp the baby, dote on her endlessly. All within the quiet, cosy home you’d made together over the past years and months. Pictures lined the walls, featuring happy memories including your courthouse wedding that had been planned and occurred within a week of knowing about baby Sy. Your big gruff man just couldn’t take not having you as his wife, especially when you were carrying his child.

There’d also been a picture of the sonogram taped to the fridge in your quaint little kitchen, courtesy of Sy wanting to see the baby each morning before heading to work, or while he cooked you a warm breakfast. It’s as though he didn't keep updated pictures in his wallet and in his truck, right next to a beautiful picture of you. From your first sonogram with “SYVERSON” printed at the top, Sy loved to see his growing family, and always taped the newest scan picture right on top, using the same piece of tape he’d just found laying around one afternoon. Now, after plenty of pictures taken on his phone, he was going to update the fridge once more to feature a picture of the little pink squish with big bug eyes and a smattering of dusty brown hair. Maybe he’ll add some new tape, too.

Now three Syversons would live in this home, where old caps, worn from war and still grimy after a couple of washes, lay around the house, and where a still somewhat-tinged green Aika would roam freely - except on the bed. Sy was adamant that Aika never jumped or slept on the marital bed. That was his place, with his woman. The wooden interior and cosy fireplace that Sy himself had built, made it an even more homely and special place for you both to live. The perfect place out in the country to raise your girl. 45 minutes from Sy’s work, 15 to the local school. It was a dream, and now it had come true, as you watch him lift your princess into the baby carrier, fastening her in and watching her little pouty face as he removes his large, warm hands that you know she must adore being held by already.

He’s so glad that he can now take you both home. He insists on carrying both the baby carrier and the hospital bag from the past few days as you both leave the room where your girl entered the world, now entering the real world and all the opportunities she would have out there to explore. Since you don’t have to lift a thing, you just get to watch the sweet view of the “scary” Captain Sy check things off mentally to make sure you've brought everything.

“As long as we bring the baby home, I think we’ll be okay” you grin, and he blinks out of his organised, battle-ready mindset for a moment, remembering that this wasn’t some covert operation. This was a big deal, but one that is exciting and new and as Sy turns to look at his daughter again, it seems he’s already forgotten how tiny she is. She’s wrapped up, but Sy insists that he wraps the carrier with his flannel top, protecting the baby from both the sun, and any chill that pierces the air. He can’t resist a final little peek into the baby carrier as you sign the final documents to discharge you both from the hospital. You even hear him talk to your sweet girl, having one of their first little talks together.

“i’ll show ya a real home, just wait. Nun’a this bright light and doctors nonsense. Got a crib with your name on it ya can be all cosy in. Built it myself while Momma watched. You are gonna be so loved up with her, she is everything sweet in the world. Just like you princess.”

“I thought i was your princess?” you interrupt him and...is that a blush you see mark his cheeks? If only his men knew the state you could get the great Captain Syverson into, and most likely that your baby girl will be able to as well.

“You’ve been promoted peach, after all that giving birth to her, you’re a queen among peasants. I got two number 1 gals now. Gotta be ya knight in shinin’ armour.”

All the war torn memories, the killing, and the violence from his past, doesn’t mean a thing. It baffles him to this day - he still doesn't know how he’s ended up with two slices of heaven in you and your baby girl, but he’s selfish and he’s keeping you all for himself.

“You can be a Captain to your men but you’re our King, Sy. I know you’ll always protect us, and she’ll grow up knowing that too. Now come on. Let’s get her out of here. Lead the way Daddy?” you grin, watching as he proudly marches through the doors of the ward with a tight grip on the baby carrier, while the bag is slung over his shoulder.

The rest of his life with you and baby Syverson, just waiting on the other side.

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[diegos-butt]

Unnoticed (chapter four)

Summary: He had watch her grown up. He had seen her transform into a beautiful woman, with a strong will but insecurities. Despite being away from time to time, he had fallen for her, hard. She on the other hand, had seen him become a big, strong man. But deep down she knew he had a soft side. She had fallen, hard, for him too. Another thing they have in common? The believe that the other will never feel the same. Will their feelings for each other always stay unnoticed?

Captain Daniel Syverson x Kathy Davis (plus size/curvy/thick OFC)

Warnings: attempted winking, filthy thoughts. Just the usual guys, no worries.

Wordcount: 5.9k

A/N: I hope you like this ✨

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three

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I had been trying to distract myself all week after the little incident with Sy. Yes, I had declared it as a little incident, and I had been avoiding talking about it. Which, obviously, failed since I didn’t show up for the Friday night dinner at the pub, so my phone had exploded with texts from Brianna, Holly and even the guys. I assured them I was fine and I just had a headache.

Brianna and Holly didn’t buy it and they came to visit me on Saturday. They tried to tell me Sy didn’t meant what he said, that he just had misphrased his words. I really wanted to believe them, but the self-doubt in me wouldn’t allow it.

The week passed slowly, I kept myself busy with work and chores. On Thursday I had literally finished all my work for the week, so Brianna insisted I’d take a day off from work the day after.

“Seriously Kathy, you are going to take a day off tomorrow. Relax a bit. Talk to Sy. Clear the air,” Brianna said as I walked inside her office for no reason for the fifth time that day.

“Fine, I will take a day off, but I will not talk to Sy,” I answered and sat down in a chair in front of her desk. But maybe I should? He has been texting me every day. Maybe I should hear him out?

“Look, if you don’t talk to him tomorrow, I will make sure it happens this weekend. And I’ll be there. I doubt you want to discuss your feelings for him with me next to you,” Brianna smirked. The minx.

“You’re threatening me now?” I laughed but I knew she was dead serious. “Maybe, maybe I will talk to him tomorrow, okay?”

“It is not a yes, yet, but I’ll do for now.”

Soon after our conversation ended, we both went home. Feeling restless, I spend my Thursday night cleaning the house. That did mean I had the entire Friday to do nothing, to relax and sleep in. Well, that’s what I thought.

I woke up to the loud ringing of my doorbell. Confused I sat up, I wasn’t expecting anyone. Slowly I walked to the front door, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I unlocked and opened the door to see a large man in front of me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Sy.

“Good morning darlin’, Brianna told me ya had a day off so I thought we could have breakfast,” he said and held up a basket filled with different kinds of bread, fruit, and other delicious food.

Even more confused I kept staring at him. He cocked his eyebrow and gestured me to let him in.

“Oh, yeah sorry, come in,” I muttered and let him walk past me. Suddenly I realized I was in my pyjamas, a cami top and shorts. It was a little revealing, but since I grew up with him, he had seen me in my bikini multiple times, so I didn’t care.

I watched Sy march into my kitchen and unloading the basket on the small table. He stood with his back to me, and I nearly drooled. That ass is illegal. Really fucking illegal. That back also. God, it just begs me to leave scratch marks with my fingernails on it.

Sy coughed and I realized I had been staring a little too obvious. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I walked towards him.

“Having breakfast is nice, but why on earth did you have to show up this early?” I pointed at the clock on the wall.

“It’s not early. It is already 8.30am,” Sy said and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down, and his fingers grazed my shoulders softly.

“That’s early. Especially on a day off. I’m allowed to sleep until 10am, at least.” I yawned excessively and watched Sy sat down opposite of me. He chuckled and poured me a cup of coffee. “You even brought coffee?”

“Figured ya needed it, to wake up,” he said and poured a cup for himself too. I took a sip, and it was delicious. Immediately I felt a little more awake, and a bit more aware of how I looked. I placed the cup down again and tried to fix my hair the best I could.

Sy had started eating, so I did too. We ate in silence, and I tried to make eye contact with him, but he kept looking away.

“Sy, why are you here?” I asked after we finished eating. I hated arguing, but I hated not expressing emotions even more. Kind of ironic, I know.

“Well, I think this not speaking to me thing of ya has lasted long enough,” he started. “So, I thought we could talk about it. And since ya let me in, and haven’t scratched out my eyes, I think ya wanna talk too.”

I took the last sip of my coffee and pushed a piece of pineapple around on my plate. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” Sy said softly. His eyes met mine and for a second, I thought I saw he was a bit scared. What the hell are you scared of?

“Okay, maybe I have overreacted a bit. Maybe,” I whispered.

“And I should have phrased my words differently. I like being around ya and I prefer your company over everyone else’s.” He grabbed my hands and held them tight. My heart skipped a few beats and a smile formed on my face.

“I like being around you too captain,” I smiled. “But maybe don’t phrase your words like that again, okay?” He squeezed my hands one more time and let them go again.

“I’ll try my best darlin’,” he winked. Well, he tried to wink. I snorted out loud and nearly knocked the coffee cup off the table.

“You’re really doing this on purpose now don’t you?” I said and wiped a tear away that was rolling down my cheek. “You’re really so stubborn you’re not going to admit you can’t wink?”

“Be careful darlin’, you’re quite stubborn yourself,” he laughed and stood up to clear the table. I helped him and together we placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

“So, what are ya plans for today?” Sy asked while he was leaning against the counter.

“I don’t have plans honestly, you?”

“I was planning on helping my momma in the garden. Ya wanna help?” he said. I thought I could sense an undertone of uncertainty, but it was gone the second the sentence was over. Spending the day with you. In the garden. While you’re probably going to sweat. Oh god what if he takes his shirt off. Kat, keep it together.

“Yes, of course! I just need to get dressed, I’ll be back in a second,” I said and started to walk away but turned around as I heard Sy speak up.

“No need darlin’, ya could wear this,” Sy smirked.

“Very funny captain.” I shook my head and walked out of the kitchen, but before I was out of the room, I looked over my shoulder. I caught Sy looking at my ass and licking his lips. Quickly I looked in front of me again and walked to my bedroom, giggling. Please tell me I am not just seeing what I want to see. He really checked me out right?

I quickly freshened up and got dressed. I wore a pair of jeans that accentuated my ass even better. If he’s gonna stare at it, might put them of their best display.

Sy was waiting for me on the couch, he stood up as soon as I walked in the room. He smiled at me and followed me to the front door. I locked up behind us and he guided me to this truck. Sy opened the door for me, and gratefully I climbed in.

During the short drive to his parents’ house, we talked like nothing had happened. I was happy about it; I wasn’t one to keep hanging on to the past. Soon, he parked the car in front of the house. We stepped out, only to meet his parents.

“Kathy! Sweety, how lovely to see you!” Sy’s mother said and gave me a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s really nice to see you too!” I said and nodded at Sy’s father. You could easily tell they were Sy’s parents. He had his mother’s eyes and nose, while he had his father’s physique.

“I would love to chat with you, but we are on our way to meet some friends. We will catch up soon, okay?” Sy’s mother continued.

“I thought we were gonna work in the garden?” Sy asked, and I could see the visible confusion on his face. I might be crazy but are his parents trying to set us up now too?

“Yes, but Jane called if we would like to have lunch. Who are we to decline such a lovely offer? But you and Kathy could work in the garden!” she said, and I noticed Sy’s father walk towards his car. Was he laughing?

“Come sweetheart, let’s go,” Sy’s father said and held the car door open for his wife. She gave Sy a kiss on the cheek and stepped in the car. Sy’s father did so too and started the car. Before he drove off, Sy’s mother opened her window. “Have fun you two!” she yelled and winked at us. Definitely trying to set us up.

“At least your mom can wink,” I deadpanned.

“Oh, shut up,” Sy groaned, and I laughed out loud. He turned around and walked around the house to the garden, I followed close behind.

“So, what do we need to do captain?” I asked Sy as we walked into the large garden. Most of it covered with grass, the areas on the outside were filled with different types of flowers and plants.

“We need to remove the weeds between the plants and flowers,” Sy said and walked into the little shed to collect some tools for us to use.

After an hour of working hard, pulling out weeds, I started to get a little tired. Sy and I didn’t talk much while we worked side by side. I did look at him from time to time. I watched his big arms pulling the weeds out effortless and I noticed he had started to sweat a little. The sight of it made me nearly faint. Sy also let out a few grunts every now and then. Are you trying to make me jump you Sy?

“You want something to drink?” I asked Sy as I was starting to get a bit thirsty. Not only thirsty for something to drink though.

“Yeah, thanks darlin’,” he answered and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

I nodded and stood up. I proceeded to walk to Sy’s cabin, which was practically hidden in the far back of the garden between trees. I wasn’t even three steps away from Sy when I stepped on an uneven patch of grass. My ankle twisted and before I knew it, I was on the ground.

“Ouch!” I murmured and grabbed my ankle.

“What did ya do?” Sy said as he kneeled beside me. He placed one of his hands on my shoulder and looked at me worried.

“Just sprained my ankle, it’s no big deal,” I said. Sy held out his hand for me and helped me get up. I hissed in pain when I tried to stand on the sprained ankle.

“Yeah, right, no big deal uh?” Suddenly Sy lifted me up bridal style, and I let out a squeal.

“Sy, what are you doing?!” I clasped my arms around his neck, worried for a second, he might drop me, but then I remembered he was more than capable of carrying me.

He didn’t answer me, he just placed me on one of the lounge chairs and walked inside his parents’ house to grab a pillow from the couch. In mere seconds he returned and placed the pillow under my sprained ankle. He had also bought back two bottles of water and handed me one.

“Ya stay here and let that ankle rest for a bit. I might not be able to wink, but you can’t walk apparently,” he mocked.

I laughed and watched him walk away, to finish our work in the garden. While sipping from my water I admired him. His shirt now sticking to his body from the sweat, accentuating his physique even more. That man sweating and grunting above me? I might not survive that. Not that I would complain though. Maybe we should start with a kiss. Oh my god I wanna kiss him so badly. Is he licking his lips? Sy don’t fucking tease me.

After 30 minutes of me obviously checking out Sy, he stopped working. I guessed he was finished. His eyes locked with mine and we both smiled. He walked over to me, and I sat up a bit straighter.

“How’s that ankle doing?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s alright. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore.”

“How can ya know when ya haven’t stood on it since it happened?” Sy cocked his eyebrow. He did have a point, but I wasn’t one to admit I was in pain.

Sy held his hand out for me, I took it and he helped me stand up. Once I stood on both feet again, it was obvious my ankle still hurt.

“Ya are clearly not in pain anymore,” Sy pointed out and chuckled. “Come on, I’ll wrap it for ya. I have an emergency kit in my cabin.” Next thing I knew I was in his arms again, bridal style.

“Sy! You know I can walk!” I yelped and wrapped my arms around his sweaty neck. “Also, you’re sweaty.”

“Ya can’t walk with that ankle. And don’t pretend ya mind I’m a bit sweaty darlin’, I saw ya staring at me.” I felt my cheeks burn and was lost for words for a moment.

Sy carried me inside his cabin, he even managed to open the door while still carrying me. He walked inside his bedroom and placed me on his huge bed. He went into his bathroom and returned with the emergency kit.

“Come here,” Sy said and kneeled in front of me, placing my foot on his knee. He carefully started wrapping my ankle with a bandage. His large hands managed to make my foot look small in his hand, and I let out a giggle.

A few minutes later he was done. He stood up again and pointed at my jeans. They had grass stains on it from my fall. “If ya want, ya could wear some of my sweats,” he offered.

“Very nice offer captain, but in case you haven’t noticed, my ass won’t fit into those,” I smirked.

“Yeah right, I have a big ass too,” he huffed and turned his back to me to wiggle his ass.

“Oh, you do, you really do. But mine is still bigger,” I laughed. Sy shook his head and a playful smile formed on his face.

“I wouldn’t mind helping ya change into my sweats though, maybe they’ll fit with my help,” Sy smirked.

“You’re just trying to get me out of my pants or what?” I laughed. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he shook his head again and grabbed to emergency kit. He walked inside the bathroom, leaving me alone on the bed.

I reached down to touch my ankle. He had wrapped it nicely. I was about to retrieve my hand when I bumped into something underneath the bed. Curious about what it was, I grabbed it. It was a box I had never seen before. I hesitated to look inside, but then the lid popped open. My letters were inside. The letters I had send him while he was away. He kept my letters? Underneath is bed?

A cough caught my attention, and I saw Sy standing awkwardly in front of me.

“You kept my letters?” I asked him, still a bit surprised.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I like them. I like reading them. They are kinda comforting,” he said and scratched the back of his head. I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable. “I sometimes read them before I go to sleep,” Sy continued.

“That is really sweet Sy,” I said and stood up. Quickly his hand grabbed my elbow, to make sure I wouldn’t have to stand on my sprained ankle. His eyes locked with mine, and suddenly my heart was beating faster than ever before.

We stood in front of each other, unsure of what to say next. Awkwardly, I looked at the ground until he lifted my chin up with his finger.

“You know what? Fuck it. Kat, darlin’, would ya like to go on a date with me?”

The whole week was dreadful. Ever since Friday I felt like an idiot, and everyone told me so. Friday night dinner at the pub was not she same without her. As soon as I had finished my meal, I went home. I had hoped she would’ve showed up so we could talk it out. Unfortunately, she didn’t. Kat also didn’t answer my calls or messages. I hated texting, but I tried it anyway.

Working with the guys had been quite annoying the last few days. They used every opportunity to call me out of my actions and told me I just had to go see Kat. They thought she would talk to me if I’d just show up. I had thought about it, and Tuesday late in the afternoon I drove to her house. I waited in my truck but when she came home, I could tell by her movements she was not in the mood to talk. Sighing, I drove back home.

Now, on Thursday, I was starting to get fed up with Kat still ignoring me. I promised myself I would go see her tonight. That was until I got a call.

“Brianna?” I answered the phone.

“Sy, hi. Thank god you picked up,” Brianna spoke.

“Why wouldn’t I pick up?”

“You never pick up, but never mind. The reason I’m calling is Kat, obviously,” she continued.

“Is she alright?” I asked.

“She is fine but could do better. That is actually why I’m calling. I think it is time you two talk this thing out.”

“I’ve been trying, but she wouldn’t answer my calls or texts. I’m gonna go over tonight.” I mean, I should, right?

“Good! You definitely should go see her. You know how stubborn she can be,” Brianna laughed. “But I just tried to talk some sense into her, and I think she is ready to talk to you. She is taking the day off tomorrow, so maybe you could see her then?”

“Yeah sure. Thanks for calling Bri.” After we said goodbye, I hung up the phone. Guess it’s better if I go see her tomorrow, maybe we could spend the day together?

The next morning, I woke up early, really early. I twisted and turned in bed, but I couldn’t sleep again. I wanted to see Kat and talk it out. She couldn’t stay mad forever, right? With a groan I climbed out of bed and took a shower. While I was showering, an idea popped up in my head. Maybe I could surprise her with breakfast?

Satisfied with my plan, I quickly got dressed and went into the kitchen to search for breakfast food. I opened the fridge, and noticed it was nearly empty. Shit. Luckily, I knew I could find everything I needed in my momma’s kitchen.

A few minutes later I stood in the kitchen in my parents’ house, a small perk of living in the cabin in the garden. Hopefully, I would have a house of my own soon. I better make this right with Kat if I wanna buy a house with her.

“What are you doing honey?” I heard my mom’s voice behind me while I had collected a nice pile of food.

“Uhm, grabbing breakfast,” I answered.

“That’s a lot of food for one person, even for you. Spill it,” she said with a stern voice.

Knowing my mom, I knew she would keep me here until I told her the truth. “Made a mistake, so I’m gonna make it right.” She simply raised her eyebrow as she handed me a basket to place the food in. “Fine, I need to make something right with Kat.”

“Ah, I see. Well, you better make it right indeed if you ever intend on marrying her,” she spoke while she helped me fill the basket. “I like that girl, and so do you honey. Don’t mess it up with her, would you?”

After a monologue from my mom why I had to make it right with Kat, I finally managed to leave the house and drive to Kat’s after I promised to help her in the garden later that day. A little nervous I parked the car in front of Kat’s house. I stepped out and grabbed the basket, slowly I walked to her front door. What if she doesn’t want to see me?

I rang the doorbell and knocked on her door. Well, I don’t care if she doesn’t wanna see me, we are gonna talk this out right now. If she wants or not. The door opened, and a very sleepy Kat appeared in front of me. She looked adorable while she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“What are you doing here?” she asked me.

“Good morning darlin’, Brianna told me ya had a day off so I thought we could have breakfast,” I said and held up the basket filled with different kinds of bread, fruit, and other delicious food. Confused she started at me, I cocked my eyebrow and she stepped aside to let me in.

“Oh, yeah sorry, come in,” she muttered, and I walked past her. She was in her pyjamas, a little cami top and shorts. Ya teasing me on purpose? I tried to not stare at her cleavage too much as I was passing her. I wanted to take her in my arms, and let my hands wander over her body. To prevent myself from grabbing her right there, I walked into the kitchen and unloaded the basket on her little table.

After I was done, I turned around and saw her eyes were glued to my back. With a simple cough, I gained her attention again and she walked up to me. Was she checking me out?

“Having breakfast is nice, but why on earth did you have to show up this early?” Kat pointed at the clock on the wall.

“It’s not early. It is already 8.30am,” I said and pulled out a chair for her. She sat down, and I couldn’t resist to touch her shoulders softly. Just let me place kisses all over ya soft skin darlin’.

“That’s early. Especially on a day off. I’m allowed to sleep until 10am, at least.” She yawned excessively. I chuckled and sat down opposite of her. I grabbed the thermos and poured her a cup of coffee. “You even brought coffee?”

“Figured ya needed it, to wake up,” I said and poured a cup for myself too. We both started eating, in silence. I could tell she was looking for eye contact, but I wasn’t quite sure of what to say yet, so I kept avoiding it.

“Sy, why are you here?” she asked after we finished eating. Well, here we go.

“Well, I think this not speaking to me thing of ya has lasted long enough,” I started. “So, I thought we could talk about it. And since ya let me in, and haven’t scratched out my eyes, I think ya wanna talk too.”

She took the last sip of her coffee and played with a piece of fruit on her plate. “Yeah, I guess.”

“Good,” I whispered. Do I tell her what I feel now? Or are we gonna play pretend for a little longer?

“Okay, maybe I have overreacted a bit. Maybe,” she whispered.

“And I should have phrased my words differently. I like being around ya and I prefer your company over everyone else’s.” I grabbed her hands and held them tight. Her large hands felt good in mine, like a perfect fit. A smile formed on her face. Okay playing pretend for a little while longer it is. I didn’t want to ruin something when I wasn’t sure she felt the same, but I wasn’t sure for how long I could keep this up.

“I like being around you too captain,” she smiled. “But maybe don’t phrase your words like that again, okay?” I squeezed her hands one more time and let them go again.

“I’ll try my best darlin’,” I winked, well knowing I couldn’t. I knew she would laugh about it. and I was right, she snorted out loud and nearly knocked the coffee cup off the table.

“You’re really doing this on purpose now don’t you?” she said and wiped a tear away that was rolling down her cheek. “You’re really so stubborn you’re not going to admit you can’t wink?”

“Be careful darlin’, you’re quite stubborn yourself,” I laughed and stood up to clear the table. She helped me and together we placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher.

“So, what are ya plans for today?” I asked while leaning against the counter. Ya better have none.

“I don’t have plans honestly, you?”

“I was planning on helping my momma in the garden. Ya wanna help?” I asked. I wasn’t sure if she would want to help, but I just wanted to spend time with her without it being forced or feel awkward.

“Yes, of course! I just need to get dressed, I’ll be back in a second,” she said and started to walk away. Get dressed? Ya better don’t wear more than this. I’d prefer ya clothes on the floor.

“No need darlin’, ya could wear this,” I smirked. A little teasing wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Very funny captain.” She shook her head and walked out of the kitchen. I watched her walk away, admiring her ass and thinking about how I’d want to slap it. Wait, did she just saw me staring at her ass? Oh, who cares. She has a nice ass, so I am obliged to look at it.

I waited on her couch, and a few moments later she returned. She wore a tight pair of jeans, hugging her figure and making her behind look even better. Her ass would look better naked though.

She smiled at me as I stood up and followed her to the front door. She locked up, and we walked to my truck. I opened the door for her and helped her get in.

While chatting, I drove home. It felt like nothing ever happened, which I was glad about. After a couple of minutes, I parked the car in front of the house. I immediately saw my mom and dad come out of the house. Oh no.

“Kathy! Sweety, how lovely to see you!” My mom said and gave Kat a kiss on her cheek. She better not embarrass me in front of Kat.

“It’s really nice to see you too!” Kat answered and gave my dad a nod. My parents had always liked Kat, and they had told me many times. At one point, I thought my mom would force me to marry her. Not that I would mind marrying her.

“I would love to chat with you, but we are on our way to meet some friends. We will catch up soon, okay?” my mom continued. They did not have any plans today. Are they trying to set us up now too?

“I thought we were gonna work in the garden?” I asked confused.

“Yes, but Jane called if we would like to have lunch. Who are we to decline such a lovely offer? But you and Kathy could work in the garden!” she said, and I noticed my dad walk towards his car. Was he trying to supress a laugh?

“Come sweetheart, let’s go,” my dad said to my mom and held the car door open for her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and stepped in the car. My father started the car and wanted to drive off, but my mom opened the window before he could. “Have fun you two!” she yelled and winked at us. Oh, come on.

“At least your mom can wink,” Kat deadpanned.

“Oh, shut up,” I groaned, and Kat laughed out loud. I turned around and walked around the house to the garden, Kat followed close behind.

“So, what do we need to do captain?” she asked me as we walked into the large garden. Most of it covered with grass, the areas on the outside were filled with different types of flowers and plants my mother had planted over the years.

“We need to remove the weeds between the plants and flowers,” I said and walked into the little shed to collect some tools for us to use.

@We worked next to each other for the next hour. We didn’t talk but, it was comfortable. I watched her whenever she couldn’t see. She looked pretty, as always. She licked her lips every now and then, almost like she was begging me to kiss her.

“You want something to drink?” she asked and pulled me out of my thoughts. Yeah, I’m thirsty but not only for a drink darlin’.

“Yeah, thanks darlin’,” I answered and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand.

She nodded and looked at me. She walked to my cabin, but before she could reach it, I saw how she twisted her ankle and fell.

“Ouch!” she murmured and grabbed her ankle.

“What did ya do?” I said as he kneeled beside her as fast as I could. One of my hands found its way to her shoulder, the other hovered above her ankle.

“Just sprained my ankle, it’s no big deal,” she said. I held out my hand for her and helped her get up. Immediately, she hissed in pain when she tried to stand on the sprained ankle.

“Yeah, right, no big deal uh?” I spoke. No way she was going to walk right now. She needed to give her ankle some rest. I lifted her up bridal style and she let out a squeal.

“Sy, what are you doing?!” She wrapped her arms around tightly around my neck. If ya wanna choke me, let’s do that in a different situation darlin’. I might let ya.

I didn’t feel like she needed an answer to her question. Instead, I placed her down on one of the lounge chairs. I quickly walked inside afterwards and grabbed a pillow from the couch. I also grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge. When I came back, she was still seated on the lounge chair. Good girl. I was afraid she might have tried to stand up again.

“Ya stay here and let that ankle rest for a bit. I might not be able to wink, but you can’t walk apparently,” I mocked. She laughed, and I walked away to finish the work while chugging down the bottle of water.

It was hot and I started to sweat more and more. I wanted to take a nice, cold shower. Maybe I could persuade her of taking the shower with me? Shaking the thought off, I focused on pulling out the weeds.

After 30 minutes I was done. I had noticed Kat had been looking at me the entire time. That has to be a good sign, right? I looked at her and our eyes met, quickly I walked over to her.

“How’s that ankle doing?” I asked.

“Oh, it’s alright. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore,” Kat answered.

“How can ya know when ya haven’t stood on it since it happened?” I cocked my eyebrow. She hadn’t stood up since I had laid her down there, there now no way she could know the pain was gone.

I held my hand out for her. She took it and I helped me stand up. Once she was on both feet again, it was obvious that she was still in pain.

“Ya are clearly not in pain anymore,” I chuckled. “Come on, I’ll wrap it for ya. I have an emergency kit in my cabin.” I picked her up in my arms again, enjoying having her close to me.

“Sy! You know I can walk!” she yelped and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Also, you’re sweaty.”

“Ya can’t walk with that ankle. And don’t pretend you mind I’m a bit sweaty darlin’, I saw ya staring at me.” She gasped, and I chuckled. I carried her inside my cabin and sat her down on my bed. I walked into the bathroom and grabbed the emergency kit.

“Come here,” I said and kneeled in front of her. I gently grabbed her foot and placed it on my knee. I started to wrap her ankle carefully with a bandage. Her ankle was a little swollen, but it would be fine.

Soon, I was done. I stood up again and noticed the grass stains on her jeans. “If ya want, ya could wear some of my sweats,” I offered.

“Very nice offer captain, but in case you haven’t noticed, my ass won’t fit into those,” she smiled.

“Yeah right, I have a big ass too,” I huffed and turned my back to her to sway my ass.

“Oh, you do, you really do. But mine is still bigger,” she laughed. I laughed and shook my head.

“I wouldn’t mind helping ya change into my sweats though, maybe they’ll fit with my help,” I smirked. I really wouldn’t mind helping ya out of those jeans.

“You’re just trying to get me out of my pants or what?” she laughed. Yes. Fuck yes. I shook my head, grabbed the emergency kit, and walked back inside the bathroom.

I started in the mirror and noticed my sweaty face. I grabbed a washcloth, and quickly washed my face. Keep it together Sy. Or maybe I should just tell her. Maybe I could just ask her out? Don’t tell me she looks at me like that and not feel what I feel.

With a boost of confidence, I walked into the bedroom again. Kat is still on my bed, but this time she is holding the box with her letters. She was not supposed to find those. I coughed awkwardly, and she looked up.

“You kept my letters?” she asked me surprised.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because I like them. I like reading them. They are kinda comforting,” I said and scratched the back of my head. “I sometimes read them before I go to sleep,” I continued.

“That is really sweet Sy,” she said and stood up. Seeing she was unsteady on her feet because of her ankle, I grabbed her elbow. Our eyes locked, and my heart skipped a beat. I thought I saw hope in her eyes.

We stood in front of each other, unsure of what to say next. Sy, it’s now or never. Just fuckin’ ask her. She was looking at the ground, so I lifted her chin up with my finger, making her look at me.

“You know what? Fuck it. Kat, darlin’, would ya like to go on a date with me?”

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> chapter five

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