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logmosswrites · 3 years

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That Hum of Night

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x fem!reader x Jesse McCree

Words: 4k

Warning: NSFW! 18+ only. Definitely PWP, wet dreams, BDSM dynamics, Dom Hanzo and Jesse, Sub reader, dirty talk, humiliation/degredation (verbal and otherwise), praise kink, nipple play, dry humping, rope bondage, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, orgasm delay/denial, vibrator use, unsafe sex, creampie, oral sex/cunnilingus, come marking, aftercare. No y/n.

Author's note: cross posted to AO3.

There was nothing but heat. No up, no down, no world at all outside of the bodies pressed against yours. Your legs parted to make room for them, urging them closer still with every whimper and moan rolling off of your lips. You were hopelessly desperate, open and dripping for anything that would fill you. Fingers lazily fucked you open, joining a writhing tongue inside of your pussy. Hanzo and Jesse were everywhere all at once, sating your hunger as quickly as it appeared. Their mouths claimed every inch of skin they could find, the hot flash of teeth and tongue on your neck leaving you to gasp for air. You thrust your hips forward, shame long abandoned to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Please, you begged, just at the precipice of orgasm. Suddenly, deft fingers latched onto your aching clit, hard and punishing; you rocked with them, winding tighter and tighter until-

You woke up.

Slowly, the world came back to you, trickling in like a leaking faucet. Your mouth was dry; your heart pounded in your ears. You felt overheated, damp with sweat where you were sandwiched between Jesse and Hanzo- oh shit, Jesse and Hanzo .

“Sweetheart?”

And there was Jesse.

He was leaning over you, lit up by the moonlight filtering in through the curtains. Bracing yourself, you looked into his eyes, surprised to find concern instead of the amusement you expected.

“Are you alright, darlin’? It looked like you were having a pretty intense nightmare, there.”

Wait- nightmare?

“You nearly pushed me off of the bed,” interjected Hanzo from behind you, voice betraying his worry. It was only then that you noticed the rumpled blankets, piled up where you had tried to kick them off. Shit.

In response, you simply rolled over and tucked your flaming face into Jesse’s chest, unwilling to correct their conclusion. Jesse allowed this for a moment, but soon took your chin in hand, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, now, you don’t have to hide from me–from us. There’s no shame in bein’ a little shook up by a bad dream, sweetheart. Hell, even I get scared by what my brain decides to cook up sometimes,” the man said, sealing his words with a kiss to your forehead. You felt a tiny bit of guilt gnaw at you as he settled back down onto his side, bleary eyes watching yours for any sign of distress. But it wasn’t really lying, right? How would they ever even find out?

“Come here,” said Hanzo, snaking his arm around your waist. You went freely, fighting a shiver as you felt his familiar body conform to yours. “You are safe, my love,” he whispered, “in this bed, you are safe.” With that, your boyfriend pressed his lips to your neck, ghosting over it as he had in your fantasy. Your body reacted accordingly, hips rolling forward and a gasp hitching in your chest. You slapped a hand over your mouth, but it was too late; the room was fraught with tension, none of you daring to even breathe. Well, fuck.

“Sweetheart-”

“I-”

Silence once again.

“Do you need us to sleep somewhere else, darlin’? It’s alright if-”

“No!” you exclaimed, eyes wide. Jesse searched your face for the truth, scrutinizing your awkward expression. You avoided meeting his eyes, shifting under the weight of Hanzo’s arm. Slowly, the cowboy seemed to put two and two together, lips pulling together into a dimpled smirk.

“Hanzo, I don’t think our baby girl had a nightmare."

Kill me, kill me, kill me, you chanted inside of your head, feeling Hanzo’s grip tighten as he caught up to the idea. For a split second, you considered actually lying, dismissing it just as quickly when you saw Jesse's smirk turn devilish.

"Is that true, beloved?” Hanzo asked, breath warm on your ear, “Are you trying to hide something from us?”

This time, you couldn’t suppress your shiver. Damn, Hanzo and Jesse knew just how to play you.

“You naughty little slut,” admonished Jesse, “Let’s see how wet you are under those panties of yours.” Lightning-quick, the man reached under the covers, hooking his fingers into the offending piece of fabric. Viciously, he tore them down, yanking your knees forward in order to get them all the way off. Your breath caught in your throat as he brought your panties into the hazy light of the bedroom, showing off the soaked inner lining.

“Well, would ya look at that? Our baby girl made a mess of herself, Hanzo. What should we do about this?”

Holy shit, you were going to die, right here in this bed.

“I think,” spoke Hanzo, voice gravelly, “that we should make her clean it up.”

And fuck, if that didn’t make you even wetter. Jesse considered you for a moment, eyes gaining a ferocious gleam as he noticed your quickly-growing arousal. Without preamble, he pushed your underwear into your mouth, wrapping them around two of his thick fingers. Instantly, you began to suck, tongue working around the cloth. Jesse pushed deeper and deeper in response, nearly activating your gag reflex. As it was, your eyes swam with tears, barely able to make out your boyfriend’s face turning deathly serious as he concentrated on you. Hanzo, unwilling to be left out, began to knead his hands into your flesh, pulling your sleep shirt up in order to play with your quickly hardening nipples. His scorching-hot mouth then sank onto your skin once more, lavishing your neck with kisses. You could hardly think, hardly breathe. Desperate sounds came from deep in your chest, muffled by Jesse’s unrelenting fingers.

Minutes, or maybe hours, flew by before your panties were taken from your mouth. You drew in a greedy breath, panting from sheer desire. God, how much more could you take? You were positively soaked at this point, aching with a need for friction. You knew better than to try and seek your own release, yet you still gasped when Hanzo snatched your hands away from your throbbing clit, reprimanding you with a harsh bite to the shoulder. A hoarse cry tore from your throat, reverberating loudly in the dark bedroom.

“You,” drawled Jesse, “have been a bad, bad girl, princess. First, you made a fucking mess of your panties, which you tried to hide from us. Then, you went and played with your tight little pussy even when you know you’re not allowed to. I think you’ve earned yourself a punishment, slut.”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck , that could mean anything. Punishments from Hanzo and Jesse were rare, but you knew you were in deep, deep shit regardless. And if his predatory grin was any indication, Jesse knew exactly what you were thinking.

“Hanzo, put her on her back. I want her begging by the time I’ve finished tying her up.”

With that, your world was disoriented, your view changing to that of Hanzo’s face right above yours. You felt more than saw Jesse getting off of the bed, quickly distracted by your other lover smothering you with a savage kiss. You did your best to reciprocate, but you were no match for Hanzo’s overwhelming influence. You could feel his hard cock pressing into your thigh where he straddled you, covered only by his cotton briefs. Before you could even think about moving your hands towards it, though, they were captured once more and pressed up above your head; holy shit, Hanzo moved fast.

“What a little whore,” Hanzo spoke, finally allowing you to draw in a breath, “So desperate for cock, you poor thing. How did you ever survive before we came along?”

Jesus Christ.

Hanzo, satisfied by your stunned silence, turned back to the task at hand, finally tearing off your shirt and sucking hickeys onto your bare chest. His goatee was coarse against your feverish skin as you rose up to meet him, writhing beneath his iron grip. You threw your head back, only opening your eyes when you felt Jesse grabbing your now-unoccupied wrist. In his other hand you saw a length of red rope, a frequent addition to your bedroom activities.

“Color?” Jessie asked, momentarily abandoning his dominating façade. Hanzo paused as well, considering you like he might consider his bow; serious and straightforward. You sucked in a deep breath, stomach swooping in anticipation when you croaked out a confident “green”.

With that, you were pulled back into Hanzo’s blazing inferno, hands and teeth and tongue setting your skin aflame. As Jesse maneuvered your wrist into a complicated cuff pattern, Hanzo took hold of your nipples once more, rolling one between his fingers as the other was caught between his teeth. Christ above, it was like someone had injected fire straight into your veins.

“You likin’ that, baby girl?” Came Jesse’s voice, off to the other side now and distinctly smug. You sent him a glare, tempered by the heady sensation of satiny rope being pulled against your sensitive skin. Jesse merely winked back, his roguish attitude written all over his relaxed-yet-confident posture. With one final flourish of the cowboy’s fingers, your hands were firmly tied to the headboard, spreading out to either side of you in a comfortable stretch of your shoulders. Before you could get too settled, however, Hanzo was moving his rough, calloused hands towards your hips–with a jerk, you were pulled flush against him, his erection just barely grazing your sex. Two forearms planted themselves next to your head, decisively caging you in.

“Jesse, tie her up like this. I want to make sure we have plenty of room to fuck her without restraint.”

God. You couldn’t believe Hanzo’s mouth.

“You got it, boss,” Jesse replied easily, taking your ankle in his hand. Heat curled low in your gut as your legs were spread wide by the cowboy’s unyielding grip, exposing you to Hanzo’s hungry gaze. The heat multiplied as Hanzo adjusted his hips, your own twitching up to meet him halfway. Yes, yes, yes, you thought, nearly salivating in anticipation. Slowly, ever so slowly, the archer began to roll his pelvis against yours, finally giving you the friction you had been craving. It was heaven; it was perfect. Hanzo steadily began to increase his rhythm, grunts of pleasure growing louder and louder along with your punched-out gasps. The man loved to do this with you, spending hours grinding on you as you cuddled to watch a movie or even as you were falling asleep in his arms.

“That’s it, beloved. Can you feel my cock? Do you want it?” Frantically, you nodded, head swimming in a slurry of arousal and desperation. “Then beg for it, you whore.”

Fuck. You could barely think a coherent word, much less say them–but you tried anyway, panting a quiet oh and yes and please as sweetly as you could. The archer only gave a noncommittal sigh in response, clearly unimpressed by your performance.

“How disappointing, Jesse; it sounds as though our little whore doesn’t want to be fucked after all,” came Hanzo's patronizing voice, sinking low in your stomach–the man never made empty threats, especially in the bedroom. A teasing slip of Jesse’s hand set you to begging, words tumbling past your lips before you could even process them. “God, please, please, Hanzo, fuck, Jesse, please, fuck me!” you cried, pleading your case in a way that could make a porn star blush. After a moment of stunned silence, all three of you came back to your senses.

“Fuck,” Jesse snarled, chest heaving. “Fuck.”

In a flurry of motion, he was tying you off, finishing the cuff on your other ankle; then he was diving towards you, capturing your mouth with his in an animalistic mix of lips and teeth. Small, possessive noises issued from the cowboy’s throat, buzzing on your tongue like the bubbles of a sweet champagne. A scorching hand burned down the lines of your body, setting your newly-formed bruises alight with sensation. You shivered in anticipation–you wanted, needed Jesse and Hanzo inside of you now.

All thinking stopped, however, when deft fingers finally reached your oversensitive clit; you jackknifed upwards, breaking your kiss with Jesse. Your hips bucked under Hanzo’s weight as you gulped in air, starving for oxygen and touch in equal measure.

“That’s it, slut,” Jesse said, voice rigid. His eyes were positively wild, stormy with need from where he was hovering over you. A glance at Hanzo’s face revealed much of the same. You imagined that this is what it must feel like to be a ship in a storm, to be something so small in comparison to nature’s unparalleled power. You opened your mouth in silent prayer as Jesse’s fingers laved over your sopping cunt, dragging them over your lips like the pages of a book. Without warning, he slipped two thick fingers inside of you, stretching you open while working his thumb in small circles over your clit. Oh, God. Your dream couldn’t even begin to compare to the actual feeling of Jesse’s hand, moving in and out with enough force to rock your whole body. Lewd noises filled your ears, setting off yet another round of sparks fizzling through you. A familiar surge of pleasure began to crescendo in the pit of your stomach, drawing out more breathless whimpers from somewhere high in your throat. However, just before you could reach your orgasm, Jesse’s thumb slipped from your throbbing clit, leaving you to clench around his fingers to no avail. Fuck, fuck, no! Just a little more...

Your eyes opened to meet Jesse’s face, finding that his impish smirk had slipped back on.

“Awww, darlin’, ya look so sad,” the man teased, crooking his fingers just to make you whine. “Don’t worry though, we’re just getting started…”

Equal measures of excitement and dread shot through you at his words. Hanzo and Jesse, while loving boyfriends, knew exactly how to push every single one of your buttons; in short, they could be assholes. Beautiful, sexy, lovable assholes. Paying your trepidation no heed, Jesse withdrew his hand from your hole, leaving you empty and shivering. Jesus, you were a mess.

“Wanna taste?” Jesse asked–but he wasn’t talking to you. No, he was offering his hand to Hanzo, who regarded the cowboy with relentless heat in his gaze. A silent something passed between them, before Hanzo was leaning in and taking the slick digits in his mouth, staring into Jesse’s eyes the entire time.

“Good, right?” Jesse said, voice gravelly once more. Hanzo simply hummed in response, before withdrawing once again. Another tense moment slipped by, in which it got harder and harder to remember how to breathe. Jesse’s eyes flicked downwards, then back up to Hanzo, seeming to ask a question; nearly imperceptibly, the archer nodded, drawing in a short breath when Jesse’s hand moved down to grasp the hem of his underwear. You bit your lip as Hanzo’s cock was revealed, red and leaking at the tip. With just a touch of Jesse’s fingers, precum was dripping onto your stomach, increasing your own arousal tenfold. Leisurely, the cowboy began to jerk Hanzo off, grip loose and taunting.

“Look at our girl, Hanzo,” Jesse commanded, swiping his thumb over the other man’s cockhead. “Look at how fuckin’ desperate she is for you”.

Hanzo’s eyes snapped to yours, and you felt the full weight of his attention crash down on you– fuck, he looked feral, lips pressed in a snarl and dark hair falling just past his chin. You couldn’t help but look away, feeling suffocated by Hanzo’s gaze; however, a metallic hand grasped your cheeks, wrenching your head back to look at your powerful lovers above you.

“Eyes up here, slut,” Jesse reprimanded, “I want you to watch him as he ruins that pussy of yours, understood?” You nodded. “Good. And don’t you fuckin’ dare cum before I tell you to, or else I’ll edge you for a week straight, got it?” Another nod, and he finally relinquished his hold on you, leaving a dull pain that you hoped would flower into bruises.

As you were told, you kept your eyes trained on Hanzo’s face, watching his eyes flutter as his cock was guided to your entrance. Once, twice, he slipped out, before he was slowly pushing in, inch by inch. God, he filled you perfectly. Finally, as Hanzo sank completely into you, Jesse relinquished his hold, stepping away to admire how the archer curved around you like a great beast getting ready to devour a meal. Arms shaking, Hanzo fell onto his elbows for support, hot breath sweeping over your face. He was close enough now that you could see beads of sweat beginning to form on his brow. You were the only one who got to see Hanzo like this, aside from Jesse–it was a fact that never seemed to get old, no matter how many times you had joined him in bed. Equally as tantalizing was the slide of his cock inside of you, beginning to move in short, calculated thrusts. Instinctively, you clenched down, earning a warning glare from Hanzo–but you were already in trouble, weren’t you? What would be the harm in doing a little teasing of your own?

Staring Hanzo in the eye, you purposely flexed your muscles once more, feeling a hot rush of slick slowly drip out of you. In a momentary lapse of control, Hanzo buried his head into your shoulder, letting out a strangled moan. You couldn’t keep from responding with a shit-eating grin, putting Jesse’s own signature smirk to shame. However, your expression dropped as you caught Hanzo’s thunderous face, towering over you as he rose back onto his hands and knees.

Oh, shit.

“You. Worthless. Whore. ” the man hissed, jaw clenched, “It seems as though you need to be reminded of your place.”

With surgical precision, Hanzo bottomed out inside of you, pausing for just a moment before retreating once again. Another thrust, and it was clear that your self-control would be pushed to the limit; already, you were falling apart, legs shaking from the sheer effort it took to hold back your orgasm. But Hanzo took no mercy on you, setting a steady rhythm that had you moaning helplessly. Fuck, this was getting difficult-

“Jesse, bring me the vibrator.”

God fucking dammit, you thought, your stomach dropping. Without so much as a stutter in his hips, Hanzo took the wand from Jesse’s outstretched hand, watching you intently as he nestled it right next to your clitoris. Your eyes flickered between the two sights, drinking in the sheer power your lover held over you. Then, with a click of a button, you were straining upwards, feeling as though you were being wrenched straight out of your body. Another click, and the vibrations grew even more intense; you longed to bury your hand in Hanzo’s hair, to scratch your nails across his muscled back, to do anything but sit there and take it. Each breath you drew in was cut off by the next, a staccato beat matching the rhythm of your racing pulse. You were close, so close that you could taste it on your tongue– shit!

“Did you really think I would let you cum, slut?” Hanzo asked, still thrusting in and out of your hole without care. Your whole body shuddered helplessly, hypersensitive after being denied once again. As you attempted to catch your breath, Hanzo reached down and twisted your swollen nipple, forcing you to lock eyes with him.

“I asked you a question, whore; answer me,” the archer commanded, practically growling, “Do you think you deserve to cum on my cock?” As if to punctuate his question, Hanzo slammed his hips forward, fucking you hard enough to pull against the ties at your ankles.

“Fuck! No!” you screamed, on the verge of tears. Your voice was wrecked with desperation, hoping beyond hope that the teasing would be over soon. However, you were soon at the mercy of the vibrator once again, letting out a whine at the feeling of it on your tortured clit. Hanzo sped up his pace, sitting up on his knees to watch every inch of your thoroughly marked body writhe underneath him. “That is right, you cumwhore. You do not deserve the honor of an orgasm at my hand. You are lucky that I am willing to fuck you in the first place.”

The vibrator was shut off once more, and you humped against it frantically, reserve long abandoned. “Go ahead, you stupid whore,” Hanzo encouraged, “Humiliate yourself. I want to see how pathetic you look when you cry.” A sob flew from your lips as the toy buzzed to life, only to be shut off seconds later, then turned on again, a sadistic pattern that made your hips jump and stutter on Hanzo’s cock. You could feel the archer’s perfect rhythm begin to falter, signaling his quickly-approaching climax; his moans burned hot on your skin, sending wave after wave of throbbing pleasure through your trembling body. Finally, you felt Hanzo seize up, almost uncannily still in the wake of his orgasm. Scorching cum flooded your hole, arousing enough to make your battered walls flutter with desire. A few heartbeats later, and Hanzo was crashing back down over you, gulping in air like a dying man. Tenderly, he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours, love and awe written in his furrowed brows and slackened mouth. As he breathed against you, you could feel your own hitching breaths slow, agonising desire fading just slightly into a dull roar.

Two pairs of hands whispered over your body, freeing your limbs from their confines, massaging the marks imprinted upon you by the ropes. You felt yourself float away just a little, untethered by chaste kisses pressed to your cheeks and soft hands stroking your thighs. Hanzo’s shifting body weight brought you back to the present, where Jesse was taking his place between your legs; Hanzo unceremoniously flopped to the side, grace all but forgotten in his post-orgasm haze. Your eyes opened slowly to see Jesse looking down at you, positively fit to burst with quiet affection. You smiled back, tensed and eager all the same.

"Ya did so good, darlin'," Jesse said, tone far softer now, "So good for us. Are ya ready for your reward?"

The praise melted into your skin, smoothing the raw edges that had been so expertly laid bare by Hanzo. With a simple nod, Jesse leaned in to kiss you once more, as slow and saccharine as honey. You embraced him in return, palms gliding over the coarse and ruddy plains of his cheeks; you felt like you were glowing from the inside out. Like a wave drawing across the sand, Jesse retreated, hands whispering down to your thighs. The rest of his body followed close behind, settling down between your legs with practiced ease.

"So beautiful, sweetheart," Jesse praised, "I can't wait to make you cum."

And there it was again, the knife's edge of hot desire. Almost subconsciously, you weaved your hands through Jesse's locks, giving them a tug. Jesse groaned deep in his chest, rekindling the flames in your gut. Your cowboy was so responsive. You pulled his hair again, set alight as Jesse muffled his moans into your sweat-soaked thigh.

“You’re gonna kill me, darlin’,” Jesse threatened, kissing his way towards your drenched pussy. A witty retort died in your throat as his tongue flattened against your swollen lips, lapping at the obscene mixture of cum and slick slowly dripping out of you. “Fuck,” you breathed, struck senseless by the hot-wet pleasure of Jesse’s plush mouth. An answering groan rang in your ears as the cowboy finally dipped his writhing tongue into your hole, drinking in the lewd slurry with feverish dedication. Your hands tightened into fists, pulling Jesse further and further in until his nose was pressed flat against your pussy. You whined; a sharpness ran through you along with pleasure, heightening each in a whirlwind of sensation.

Breathless, Jesse pulled back for a moment, sucking in air like a drowning man. In the low light, you could just make out the shine of your slick soaking the cowboy’s goatee–holy shit, that’s hot. Then, with fervor, Jesse was back to it, making you yelp as he latched onto your clit. You ground against him, his tongue sending shockwaves up and down your body; you were shaking with the oh-god-too-much of it all. Every inhale was a battle. Every movement made you see stars. Then, finally, finally, Jesse tore himself from your body, looking you in the eye as he said, “Cum for me, sweetheart."

You felt the command flow through you, breaking down walls and crashing into your nervous system. Jesse bent his head and sucked your clit hard, bringing you to the very edge once again. Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm, he encouraged you, nearly whimpering; he was bucking his hips, and fuck, fuck, fuck, shit! You were cumming into Jesse’s mouth, vision whited out by a dazzling starburst. Your legs crashed into the cowboy’s face, pinning him to your gushing pussy as you rode out your orgasm; your whole body was spasming, uncontrollable with pleasure. Then, like a puppet cut loose, you were limp, releasing Jesse from your death grip.

The cowboy shot to his knees, ripping his boxers off as fast as possible; his flushed cock was bared, aching and practically dripping precum. "Fuck, babygirl," he moaned, hand flying, "I'm gonna-fuck, I'm gonna cum!" A final groan, and Jesse was falling off the edge with you, release streaking against your rolling abdomen--followed quickly by Jesse actually falling on top of you.

"Holy shit," you laughed, "Get the hell off of me, you jerk!" A gargled mess that might have been a "no" was your only response for a moment, before the pile of sweat and various sexual fluids that was your boyfriend rolled off of you. You couldn't help but giggle at his dramatics--god, you loved your idiots. A moment of silence permeated the room, until you yawned; oh yeah, it's like three A.M...

"If you two are done, I believe it is time for some aftercare," said Hanzo, sounding equally as tired. With his help, you got up, only to fold in half from the sore feeling radiating through your pelvis--fucking fuck, you forgot how much of a bitch this could be. Seeing your discomfort, Hanzo scooped you up, carrying you to the en-suite bathroom. You heard Jesse follow you in, fetching a second set of sheets from the linens cabinet. Carefully, you were set by the toilet, Hanzo turning to allow you some privacy. After finishing your business, you were escorted to the shower, where the archer tenderly cleaned you off. From there, things got blurry--you vaguely remembered the smell of arnica cream, the feeling of a soothing wipe on your swollen lips, strong arms carrying you to bed, and a tender kiss placed on your forehead. Then, you were off to sleep, dreamless and peaceful.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Likes are appreciated, reblogs/comments keep me writing! Let me know what you thought, your favorite passage, or even what time you're reading this at (bonus points if it's 1 A.M. or later). Toodles! ʕ•́ᴥ•̀ʔっ

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yeongwvnhi · 3 years

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Pairing - Baekhyun x fem reader -> exes to lovers | Genre - Angst, fluff | warnings - none | taglist - @twancingyunhoe @trashlord-007 @tiddy-boys | synopsis - when Baekhyun and you broke things off a year ago, it felt alright, but you came to the painful realization that nobody could ever replace him or love you like he did | word count - 2.1k | thanks to @tiddy-boys for beta-reading ♡

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It's days like these, rain hitting the window in harsh taps and angry wind blowing, when the nostalgia hits the hardest. After all, you were always one to dwell on the past. It's just what you do.

Every day felt the same after the two of you broke things off. You don't even remember why exactly you even ended it in the first place. The pain still sits deep, coming to haunt you when you least expect it.

Rainy days like those just trigger the nostalgia, the memories and bygone feelings.

It's 12pm when you check your phone, yet you're still laying in bed. The lack of motivation due to this sudden wave of sadness is something you're not experiencing for the first time.

And it's killing you slowly. These feelings are eating you up from the inside out.

Without even realizing, tears are running down your cheeks in even, salty streams.

"Why am I even crying…" You mumble and lift your arm to cover your face, trying to make it stop. "God, I'm so pathetic"

You try to manage to stop your tears, wrist harshly rubbing your eyes. After a minute or so, you succeed in stopping them.

instead pick up your phone, unlocking it and opening Instagram.

One peek won't hurt, right…?

His name at the top of your searches seems to be mocking you as you hover your finger above it. Should you really do it? What if he found someone new and his profile is filled with couple pictures? Or what if he feels nothing and is glad to be alone? What if, what if, what if…

"Fuck it" you hiss and tap on his username, his profile popping up after a brief second of loading the page.

He… hasn't posted anything for a few months, his last post being from October last year.

Oh for fucks sake… is this a good sign or not? It could mean he's been seeing someone new, but it could also mean he's just been living his life like usual.

So many possibilities, yet no resolution seems to be in sight.

"This is so annoying, oh my gooood" You groan and smack your head into your pillow, laying sprawled out like a star with an annoyed pout on your face.

"It's been a god damn year," You grumble, "why do I still feel like this?"

The sound of your fist hitting the mattress of your bed is dull, not the way you wanted it to sound. "I hate this, UGHH" The frustration in your voice is for sure loud and clear, accentuated well by the 'ugh'.

This whole situation is stressing you out. "I need a shower.." You mumble, absent-minded, as you fling the covers back and swing your legs over the edge of your bed.

—

Despite the gloomy weather, you decided to take a walk outside. The rain still hasn't let up, droplets of it occasionally hitting your face.

"Why is it so cold today? It's already spring…" You mumble quietly to yourself, eyes strictly trained on the path in front of your feet and head held low.

You're so lost in your thoughts, you don't see the person headed your way.

And apparently, the person doesn't seem to notice you as well. So your shoulders collide and you stumble, umbrella falling out of your hand and fast quick steps to regain your balance.

"I'm so sorry! Are you al-" The man rushes to apologize, but his words get stuck in his throat as he takes in who he just, quite literally, stumbled into.

Rain has hit you mercilessly, soaking you from head to toe within seconds as you stand there, paralyzed. "Baek…Baekhyun?"

His eyes are wide and mouth slightly open in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do.

He hasn't seen or talked to you in at least nine or ten months for sure. What is he even supposed to say? "Yeah… it's- it's surely been a while" he dumbly answers. "Ah! Your umbrella!" Baekhyun rushes to pick it up and hold it over your figure.

But the damage is already done.

You're shivering, dripping with water but still you've a tiny smile on your lips at the sight of him.

You delicately take hold of the handle, fingers gently enclosing around the man's hand.

He doesn't move to let go, just standing there and staring into your eyes. "I-"

You cut him off by mistake with a sneeze, the cold creeping in deep. It feels like your bones might freeze, grasp around both Baekhyun's hand and the handle of your umbrella tightening, muscles contracting to desperately stay warm. "S-Sorry for interrupting you" You say, teeth clattering and eyes averting.

"No no don't worry about it!" He insists, "but we should get you home, your hand is cold as ice, Y/N"

"Ah… you're right" You nod and he flashes you a warm smile.

"Do you still live in the same apartment or did you move?" Baekhyun asks, back to being concerned about your wellbeing now.

"I- I still live in the same place" You reply, your free hand holding onto your jacket for warmth, but in vain.

"That's too far away, my place is way closer" He objects and gently pulls you along, "come on, let's get you freshened up before you really get sick"

You only manage an awkward nod and let him lead you along, a surprisingly pleasant silence engulfing you two.

—

Baekhyun unlocks the door to his apartment and firstly puts both of your umbrellas away, taking off his wet shoes in the process and you follow along.

"Come on, I'll show you the bathroom" He says and you tag after him.

He opens the door, turns on the light and quickly pulls out two towels for you. "You can just use my shampoo, I don't have anything suitable here for you, sor-"

"Thank you" you break his rambling. "You wouldn't need to do this, so thank you"

Baekhyun smiles softly, although his eyes tell a different story. "I'll bring you some clothes in a bit, okay?"

"Mhm" you nod and give him a curt bow before he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.

You waste no time in stepping out of your soaked clothes and into the shower.

You set the water to a nice warm temperature and rinse off the cold first, feeling relieved.

Then there's a knock. "Hey Y/N, I'm putting some clothes on top of the washing machine for you now" he announces before opening the door, doing as he said and then leaving just as quickly as he came.

"Still the considerate guy he always was…" You mumble with a sad smile, old memories coming back to haunt your mind with sweet images of the two of you. Him always knocking before he'd enter a room you would be in to announce himself.

You loved that about him, he was always mindful of others and you're happy to see it hasn't changed at all.

—

You finished quickly and put on the clothes he gave you. Some boxers and a way too big on you, black shirt. You dried your hair as best as you could with the towel he gave you and made sure you don't look like a lion by patting down your hair a bit.

"Baekhyun?" You timidly call out after opening the door a bit.

"Yeah?" He replies and you hear his footsteps approach. "What is it?"

"Uhm- Where to put my wet clothes?" You ask.

"Oh- Hold on, I'll put them in the washing machine" He says with big eyes and opens the machine for you to put them in. "I'll dry them after they're washed so you can change back, alright?"

You nod quickly and thank him quietly. He opens the machine and you put your clothes inside, him doing the rest.

"So, uh-"

"Do you want some water?" He quickly asks, ears flaring red as he avoids your eyes.

"Sure" you squeak back and follow him into the kitchen. He gets a glass out of a cupboard and fills it with water before handing it to you.

You nip at the liquid as Baekhyun leans against the countertop adjacent to you, eyes taking in your figure.

He missed seeing you in his clothes, you always looked so good in them. He just missed you in general.

The reason why the two of you broke up a year ago?

Baekhyun remembers it all too well.

It was a work related thing actually. The two of you worked in different shifts and barely saw each other, yet alone had time for any couple stuff.

Free days? Spent alone or arguing about never seeing each other.

And at one point you had said to just break up. In that moment Baekhyun felt like he was hit by lightning, body stiff and eyes wide. He couldn't believe what he heard. Baekhyun felt anxiety cursing through his veins as his brain processed your words.

You had told him that you wouldn't hate him, but that your situation at that time just didn't allow any dating. The two of you never had hard feelings about the outcome, but it was hard to suddenly go back to being alone.

And now you're here, in his apartment, wearing his clothes and smelling just like him. He can't believe this is happening.

"Uhm, so" You speak up after setting the glass down on the other counter behind you. Your hands come up to grab the surface besides your waist and you avoid the man's eyes.

"Yes?" Baekhyun can't help the hopeful hint in his voice as he urges you to continue your thoughts.

"How has life been for you?"

A chuckle escaped his lips at your question, shoulders jumping up and down in the process before he answered. "It's been rather boring but nice, if you get what I mean? I found a different job and work from home now"

You nod quietly, "I've also found a new job and my shifts are less hectic"

"Have you… found someone new?"

You halt at his inquiry, gears in your mind temporarily stopping and he seems to take the lacking answer the wrong way. A frown pulls at his normally friendly and soft expression, making him look grumpy and bothered. "I see"

"No, no! I- I haven't found anyone!" You quickly say, "I just… I couldn't move on"

His expression changes to a sad smile, although he's kind of glad you're still somehow his. "Me neither"

You scoff lightly, a cheeky smirk suddenly on your face. "No wonder, nobody could put up with your annoying ass anyway"

"Hey!" He exclaims in shock.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" You insist, holding your stomach and laughing. "You're bearable most of the time"

"That doesn't make it any better!" Baekhyun whines and you laugh out loud, hand flying up to cover your mouth.

"Still the cocky little girl you've always been" He fires back and you snort.

"Like you're one to talk" You roll your eyes at him and he exhales through his nose.

His hands grab you by the collar of his shirt you're wearing and unexpectedly pull you into him. You squeal, hands shooting up to brace against his broad chest and you look up to be met by his cocky smile. "You never knew when to stop, no change at all there" he playfully nags.

"Shut up" You weakly fight back.

Baekhyun chuckles and you feel the rumble drumming against the palms of your hands. "How come you haven't moved on?"

You lower your head, hands fumbling with his shirt. "Well… I came to the conclusion that just nobody could replace you. Nobody could love me like you did…" You mumble against his chest and Baekhyun feels a smile creeping up on his face.

"I felt the same" He whispers back and his arms move to pull you into him more by your waist.

After hearing that, you look back up at him with big eyes. "Really?"

He nods and flashes you a bright smile. "Even though we fought a lot and barely had time for each other, I never stopped loving you"

"Shut up" You almost whimper and move your hands to pull him closer by the back of his neck, lips meeting in the middle.

Baekhyun's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before he came to his senses.

One of his hands found its place on the back of your head as he moved his lips against yours with fervor. He greedily breathes you in, not wanting this to end as moves his mouth against yours.

You shiver when his tongue meets yours and that's when you draw the line… for now.

He chases after you for a second and you chuckle, dazed eyes meeting yours. "Slow down tiger" you say and peck the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, okay" He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, "will you let me love you again?"

"You bet"

#yuki writes #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #prism.nw #lsn.works #supermwritersnet #wkcnet #theBBHday #exo fluff #exo angst #exo imagines #exo scenarios #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun angst #baekhyun imagines #baekhyun scenarios #yeongwvnhi.txt

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young-dumb-and-vaccinated · 3 years

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 20

Shit goes sideways for y/n and Hannibal as they search for Will.

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: stalking, threats of violence, implied threats of sex abuse

Your text notification sound rang over and over. You pulled yourself out of the abyss of sleep, slowly regaining your lucidity. You checked the time. 3:45AM.

The room was dark, a plush blanket was draped over your body, and Hannibal was nowhere to be seen. It was clear he had no intention of waking you up. You resigned to chew him out about that later. For now, you had to attend to what seemed like the thousands of text messages piling up in your notifications.

But they weren’t text messages. They were comments on all your reddit posts. Dozens of them, all from different burner accounts, and they all said the same thing.

u/lostlamb928723: Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

u/fallenone736139: Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

u/ledastray372935: Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness' sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

You threw the blanket off your legs, scrolling through the overwhelming mass of biblical spam. You saw the silver lining immediately: Chase wouldn’t be fucking with you if you weren’t close.

“Hannibal!” You called out, eyes scanning the dark house for any sign of him. He wouldn’t have gone to bed. You let the blood return to your legs before standing up, stretching and searching the house.

You could hear the beginnings of a storm brewing outside. The ambient pitter-patter of rain was usually a source of comfort, but the abrupt claps of thunder out of nowhere put you on edge. You tiptoed around the massive house, eyes up for anything out of place.

“Hannibal?” You whispered, peering through the threshold into the kitchen. You hadn’t noticed how scary his kitchen was until then. It was large, cold and uninviting, especially when it was only illuminated by the occasional bolt of lightning.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, over and over and over. More of the same, no doubt.

A hand found your shoulder and you jumped out of your skin. You screamed. It took a second to realize that it was just Hannibal, and not your sleep paralysis demon come to life.

“It’s just me, darling.” He soothed, putting both hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Fucking hell, Hannibal.” You cursed, trying to catch your breath. “Maybe you could have at least answered when I called your name.”

“I’m sorry.” He stroked your hair, knowing it would soothe your nerves. "I was in the office and I couldn't hear you."

"Why is everything so dark?" You asked.

“The storm knocked out the power about half an hour ago." He explained. The nuances in his voice suggested that this was only one of several inconveniences. "I was hoping it would be back on by the time you woke up.”

"Damn, just when I thought we were getting close." You muttered, pulling your phone from your back pocket. "Here, take a look at this-"

You unlocked your phone and showed him the mass of notifications.

"Strange." He commented. "How are you getting notifications if the power is out?"

"Huh." You furrowed your brow and looked at your phone. “If the power is out, that means the Wi-Fi is down, right?”

“Thus the source of my confusion.” He said.

You opened your phone and saw that you were getting four bars of WiFi. “Then how on earth are all these notifications coming through?”

“Your cellular, perhaps?” He asked, looking over your shoulder.

You shook your head. The network was just a strand of ten numbers. "No, this is... a hotspot? Is your phone putting out a mobile hotspot?”

"I'm afraid not." He lowered his head. “Would your phone connect to a hotspot being put out by some random source?”

“I don’t know, I-- Wait.” You cut yourself off. “Oh no.”

“What is it?”

“Hannibal, call Will’s phone.” You said, frantically.

He was compliant, but he could never be comfortable taking orders from someone without knowing why. His motions were slow and he let the silence linger, urging you to fill it with an explanation.

You rubbed your temples. "When I was in Wolf Trap, Will set up a hotspot for me to call my mom. My phone probably recognized it and connected automatically when the power went out."

A distant, but audible rumbling came from just outside the front door. He caught on as soon as the sound hit his ear. A peek out the window confirmed your worst fears. A phone with a shattered screen was laid directly in eyeshot. You could make out Hannibal’s call icon.

“Shit.” You cursed. “They found us.”

Like clockwork, your phone began to ring. An unlisted number appeared on the screen. You looked at it, and then back at Hannibal.

"Answer." He said. "Let him think you're alone."

Hesitantly, you slid the green answer icon across the screen and put the caller on speaker.

“Hello?” You answered, your voice trembling.

“[F/N] [L/N].” Will’s strained voice croaked from the receiver. “My favorite sinner.”

You shared a look of relief with Hannibal. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “Will, oh my god, you’re alive!”

“So you believe in god now?” Will said through his teeth. You weren’t talking to Will. You were talking to Chase. Will was just his current in a long line of surrogate bodies he used and disposed of.

“Chase,” Your voice lowered with severity. “If you hurt him, I swear to shit, I will not hesitate to paint the walls with your insides.”

“Be careful little ears what you hear, be careful little ears what you hear” Will read off. “For the father up above is looking down in love...”

“Chase, you sick fuck.” You shouted. “Pull that dick out of your mouth and talk to me yourself.”

“If you want to talk to me...” Will struggled. “Come here yourself.”

You looked at Hannibal for any sort of direction. In your silence, Chase continued to make his puppet talk.

“Since you seem to be having some trouble finding me,” Will said. “The directions are on your boyfriend’s phone. I left it on the porch for you.”

“Yeah, I found it.” You spat.

“Next time, don’t leave yourself so vulnerable by posting on public forums.” He said. “Some psycho may have found you before I did. Oh, and [F/N]?”

“What?” You snapped.

“No cops. No FBI.” Will said, pain in every word.

You just couldn't take it anymore. "What the hell do you want from me?"

“I want to have a conversation about god’s true love.” Will wretched as he spoke. You had a sickening feeling that Will was privy to what that 'conversation' would really entail.

You wanted to vomit. You could picture the look on Chase’s face, flashing his unnaturally white teeth at the idea of finally having you. Doing fuck-knows-what to you. Using Will’s mouth to say it. Tormenting the man you’d come to love. You channeled your disgust into rage.

“I’ll see you in fucking Borrasca.” You snarled.

#hannibal nbc #hannibal lecter #hannibal x reader #hannibal x you #hannibal x will #hannibal x you x will #hannibal x reader x will #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham x you #the sommelier #hannigram

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Ashes Chapter 1: Night

Liu Kang x Reader

This story contains spoilers from the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie so description and story will be beneath the cut. It's an angsty good time. Thanks @justariellove for workshopping titles with me!! Edit:: Changing the title. Beauty Through Ash will be the name of the series that this will be a part of.

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You are a warrior with the dragon marking and ink arcana. You had visions as a child. Complicated sexual history with Liu Kang and a romantic relationship with Kung Lao that lasted a few years after that had ended. Story takes place post-movie! It will be angsty. There will be yelling. There will be tension and smut (eventually, that's just me). It will be ridiculous. But fun.

This is a 'I have zero self control post' Enjoy!

A soft ringing rattled through your head and you hated every second of it. It was a tinkling sound, like metal brushing softly against metal.

A wind chime.

The most annoying wind chime that you had ever heard in your life. Your stomach was sour, like you’d eaten something funny the night before and as you turned in search of the cold side of the pillow, your stomach rejected being awake. The world spun even with your eyes closed.

What had you done to deserve this?

You tried to recall what had brought you to this point of misery. You remembered going downstairs in search of a stiff drink after you’d packed for your trip the next day but after that, things had gotten blurry. It was easy to get lost in liquor these days. You remembered some of the other monks coming to join you but after that, there was nothing. That was why your stomach was sick. Too much liquor. Not an entirely unfamiliar feeling the past few weeks. You’d often needed its help to fall asleep.

You leaned up on your elbow and felt something soft slip over your bare skin. Puzzling. No usual nightshirt, but something else draped over you instead. Oh, no.

Oh no.

You were naked.

You were very, very naked. Crap. You grasped the soft cloth and held it over you to keep decent. Shit. You were sore too. So much for wishful thinking that you hadn’t done something incredibly stupid.

You bit the bullet and opened your eyes but silently panicked at the shirt that was just barely draped over you and knew whose it was before you saw the body of the man lying next to you. A soot-stained shirt. Biting your lip, you prayed that you would turn your head and find an insane explanation for your clothing being gone besides the obvious.

Instead, you found the truth that you had already damn well known the moment you’d moved. Liu Kang laid passed out on the bed next to you, face turned away and completely naked. He had scratch marks down his back, and you followed them down to his perfect little butt and then covered your face and mentally cursed yourself.

Fuck.

Don’t panic. Deep breaths.

It was still dark out. You had time to find your clothes and get out of there before he woke, with any luck. His room was dark and you were dizzy so the odds weren’t in your favor. Head in your hands, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and felt the cold stone beneath your feet. God, you were so sore. What stupid things had you done? At least you were familiar with his room and the way back from it. Not your first walk of shame out of there, you reflected in disgust with yourself. Not that Liu Kang wasn’t attractive or fun as hell, it was just terrible timing.

You rested his shirt on the bed next to you and searched the floor blindly for your clothing. His room hadn’t changed much over the years. It had been that long since you’d found yourself drunk and naked in his bed.

You had been drunk. Maybe he wouldn’t remember.

You had clawed the shit out of his back though, he’d probably remember something about that.

You had to get up and go about your day and forget all about it.

Seeing as you didn’t remember most of it, it would probably be fine. You were leaving that morning anyway to go and locate a man in America with the dragon mark. You’d be gone soon and able to delay the inevitable fallout that would come with sleeping with Liu Kang for the first time in years. You found your clothes strewn about the room, slipped them back on as quietly as your hungover self would allow and then snuck out of his room. You thought about covering him up but that risked waking him.

Once in the hall and a few doors away, you leaned against the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay.

You’d made it out of there. Now to make it look less like you’d done exactly what you’d done. Your mouth tasted foul and your head split with every step. This was a complete disaster. You hadn’t been careful. You hadn’t been thinking. You’d just passed out. You stopped to get cleaned up and grab a cup of tea to try and kill the headache. Then you returned to your room to finish packing your morning things and find a change of clothing. The monotony of the task made your brain buzz with guilt and unpleasant thoughts and then flashes of Liu Kang in the heat of the moment. You smacked the side of your head to try and shake it out of there.

On your desk there was the last and most important thing that you had to bring with you. An ornamental jade circlet. Kung Lao’s jade circlet. You sat at the desk and brushed your fingers over the beautiful thing. It had become one of your most precious possessions. As it often did, the thought of Kung Lao shifted your mood. Then again, it was rare when you weren’t thinking about him. Lifting the circlet, you placed it to your lips and gave it a soft kiss. “I’m sorry, Lao.”

It had been two months since he died.

You hadn’t been there in his last moments. Instead, you’d been halfway around the world running an errand for Raiden and had come back to find him gone. There had been no goodbyes. No last ‘I love you’. Your last conversation hadn’t even been a good one. Then, while drinking away the pain of his memory and guilt of his death, you’d slept with his best friend and brother.

Liu Kang.

You had never felt more guilty in all your life.

There had always been fire between you, but it had long since been put aside when you’d started dating Kung Lao. You’d stomped it out. Now Kung Lao was gone, and you were broken.

If anyone had suffered more than you after Kung Lao’s death it had been Liu Kang. You hadn’t talked about his death other than vague niceties. He had avoided you and you had avoided him. When you’d been together, you’d snapped at each other. The grieving process had been difficult for you both. It had been like he’d taken on some of Kung Lao’s most frustrating traits to deal with the loss of him.

There was no time to dwell on what wasn’t. You had things to do.

You looped the circlet into the straps of your bag and then took it with you. It was what it was. You couldn’t change the past and that was something you were struggling to come to terms with. This was one more thing to add to the pile of stress on your back.

You were off to South Dakota in the United States, a relatively boring place from what you’d heard. You were to search for a man with the dragon marking known as Nightwolf, a legendary warrior of the Makota people. Lord Raiden had asked you to prepare for a journey and you were grateful to have something to do other than stew in the room you’d shared with Kung Lao before his death. There was no peace for you there, but you weren’t sure there was peace for you anywhere right now.

Peace would come with time, you were told again and again. You were tired of hearing it. The comfort of time in conversation was mostly just to shut down the fixation on grief in the company of others. You shook it off.

After you’d found Nightwolf you would be off to meet up with Sonya, Jax, and Cole in Hollywood to try and convince an arrogant movie star, Johnny Cage, to come to Raiden’s Temple to train. No one knew what Outworld would do after having lost the tournament and you had to be prepared. Besides that, you thought Raiden sending you on a mission was his way of trying to help you grieve. He was fatherly at times.

You threw the bag on your back and then walked through the temple to meet Raiden. Your conversation was minimal and you were grateful for that. Your head was still killing you, stomach beyond sick. You stepped through the lightning and arrived outside of a forest, near a reservation where some of the Makota people still lived. You had been told to check there to see if you could find information about the man with the dragon mark.

There were motels nearby, so you walked there and rented a room. It was a little hole in the wall place with a broken No Vacancy sign just off the side of the highway, the kind you associated with horror movies. It had seen better days, but you weren’t picky at the moment, and you weren’t afraid either. You were a woman who was not to be trifled with. You dropped off your bag in the room and then sat on the edge of the bed with the ugly green comforter for a time. The wallpaper was faded and busy, once white ceiling yellowed with age. The most modern thing in the room was the television and even that was a decade old at least. It was fine. You only needed a place to sleep and this room served that purpose. There was a couch against one wall and a table in front of it- more than most hotels offered these days.

Your head was still splitting, but you had gotten some aspirin from the small convenience store attached to the ancient lobby where you’d checked in. Hopefully, that would help. You would take a car to the reservation and then hopefully be allowed to respectfully ask some questions. From what you’d read, very few people still lived there but it had been the only place you’d been able to locate before you’d traveled.

You were hoping that some of the people there would at least point you in the right direction. Raiden had told you that the title of Nightwolf was given to a great warrior who could commune with the Gods. In this case, it was also a man who bore the dragon marking. You called a car from the phone in your room and waited outside for it to meet you. When it did, you opened the door and climbed in the back and made casual conversation with the driver.

You pulled the door closed, but then someone smacked on the door and opened it again. In crawled Liu Kang and any recovery your head and stomach had made were set so far back that you could have vomited your insides onto your boots. “What are you doing here?” That sounded far more accusatory than you had meant it too.

“Raiden sent me to accompany you.” He avoided eye contact and turned his attention to the driver. He looked just as tired as you felt and addressed the driver. “Sorry about that. Is the fare still the same for us both?”

“You going to the same place?”

“Yes, just together.”

“Then same fare, buddy.” The driver put the car in gear and pulled onto the road. You couldn’t have felt worse. Thanks Raiden. Your distraction was officially over. Maybe he hadn’t sent you to find comfort. Maybe he’d sent you to test your spirit. Great.

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howfarethestars · 3 years

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thorkyrie week day 1: au

this is kind of late lmao i forgot about thorval week, and i’ve been working so much that i haven’t had much time to write </3 but i do have a little something i can post. it’s short but it’s here! it’s an au in which val is the gladiator thor fights when arriving on sakaar. i wanted to write a part two to this, and i might still do that later on, but for now here’s the beginning

Brunnhilde wrapped a calloused hand around her shin guard and pressed it flush against her leg. Her fingers, clumsy thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she consumed in the past hour, struggled to fasten it into place. The roar of the crowd over her head grew steady louder. Norns, she was so late. Had they already announced the contender? The rumbling chorus of drunken cheers did not give her an indication. The buckle of her left shin guard snapped into place by some miracle, and she grinned to herself before hauling the other one up to her leg.

“Wow,” the Grandmaster’s unmistakable voice rang out, muffled but still clearly audible over the din of the crowd. Brunnhilde let a curse fly from her lips as she straightened suddenly, hopping on one foot to secure her shin guard. “Look at all of you!”

“Just give me a damned minute,” she muttered, sprinting up the ramp to her spot. Her swords rested heavy at her hips, aching to be drowned in blood. She ran calloused fingertips over their hilts, as if she was whispering, Just a moment longer.

“What a show! What a night!”

Brunnhilde rolled her eyes. What a show, alright. Just as manufactured as a roadside circus. She’d long been freed of the obedience disk that held her captive in the Grandmaster’s tower, slave to his every whim, but she had not been free so long that she’d forgotten how this worked. There was a champion chosen every few centuries. They were raised on a pedestal, treated like royalty, until the Grandmaster grew bored of them and let them be killed off. When Brunnhilde had been chosen, she’d spent the time before a fight pacing in worry, wondering if this fight would be her last. Now she just took a swig from the flask she kept stashed on her belt and dared the contender on the other side to entertain the thought of taking her down.

The Grandmaster hadn’t let up, rambling on about the sportsmanship of the bait��no, he called them “undercard competitors”—that had died before she would enter the arena. There was a time when she would mourn them. There was a time when she was them.

“It’s main event time,” the Grandmaster purred, working over his crowd like this wasn’t the hundredth time they’d heard this same spiel.

Now that the threat of stumbling out into the arena drunk and off-cue had passed, Brunnhilde found herself hopelessly bored of it. She never knew if the Grandmaster was bored, either. His moods shifted so suddenly. There had been nights when he skipped the pomp and circumstance and tossed her out before the contender was even in the starting gate.

“Making his first appearance tonight, though he looks quite promising, ladies and gentlemen! Watch out for his fingers: they make sparks!...the lord of thunder!”

The name got an eye roll out of her. Tonight would be easier than usual, then. Some cocky bastard. He may even refuse to fight a woman. She smirked as she imagined driving her swords deep in his smug chest.

The boos from the crowd subsided, and the Grandmaster began again. “Now, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for…”

Brunnhilde stepped up to the gate.

“...your champion…”

She bounced anxiously on the balls of her feet.

“The Valkyrie!”

The gates gave a mighty groan as they were pulled back and away from her. She’d long learned not to flinch from the sound of the crowd or the flashing lights. She stepped out proud and tall, chuckling and waving her arms over her head to get the crowd going. She let her eyes drift to her competition, and her jaw nearly dropped in awe. Damn, he was hot. Cropped hair, at least a head taller than her, muscles sculpted like a god.

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, adjusting her grip on her swords. She actually felt a little bad about ruining that pretty face, right up until it twisted into pure fury as he charged her. “Shit!”

The “Lord of Thunder” ran at her at a blinding speed with both his swords raised over his head. He growled as he caught up with her and swung down. She blocked his blade, but the force knocked her back in the sand.

“How dare you?” he growled, swiping again at her side. She hopped out of his reach. “You dishonor the name of the Valkyries to use their title this way.”

Now it was her turn to be pissed. Who was he to tell her how to use her own damn title? She drove her elbows down onto the crown of his helmet, but all she managed to do was knock her armband off.

Thunder boy took a step back, holding both his swords at arm’s length. “Who are you to call yourself a Valkyrie?”

Brunnhilde’s eyes smoldered. “I don’t answer to you, Thunderer.”

“The Valkyrie were elite warriors of Asgard,” he said, and Brunnhilde rolled her eyes. She dodged another attack. “as prince of Asgard I have every right to protect their legacy.”

Brunnhilde’s stomach plummeted. He took that brief moment of weakness as an opportunity to knock her legs out from under her. Her backside collided with the ground with a spray of sand. Pain jolted through her back, but anger was quick to replace it. She snarled and kicked upwards, aiming for his most delicate area. He jumped back out her reach, but she scrambled up after him. Whatever training she usually fought with, it was forgotten as blind rage took over her. She tackled him around the waist, and they tumbled to the ground together. She pummeled him with balled fists until his helmet broke under her hands. She raised her arms above her head for the final blow, but he reached up and snagged her arm before she could.

“Y-you are a Valkyrie?”

“Aye, and you’re about to breathe your last, princeling,” Brunnhilde snarled, wrestling free of his grasp.

She wrapped her hands around his thick neck and squeezed. The heel of her palm was situated right over his diaphragm. She could feel his consciousness fading. Vindictive joy had just started to settle into her chest when he gasped sharply and his eyes glowed bright blue. She had just a second to panic before lightning burst fourth from his body and blew her halfway across the arena.

White stars danced across her vision. The smell of burnt leather seared her nostrils. Through bleary eyes, she saw the prince stand and look down at his lightning-wrapped hands with shock all over his face. As if he didn’t know what he was capable of. Maybe he didn’t.

Valkyrie shook her head and pushed off the sand. Her limbs felt alight, there was a buzz in her head. But she gave her swords a twirl and stalked towards the glowing man on the other side. It was probably the last thing she’d ever do, but she’d do it anyway. Just as she adjusted her weight to run, the familiar sound of an obedience disk buzzed in the air. Blue spindles of toxin spread through his convulsing body, and he dropped to the ground, dazed.

Brunnhilde stomped towards him and sank to her knees by his side. His eyes were hooded, but there was an apology in them. Sympathy twinged in her belly. But only a tiny bit.

“Many apologies, your majesty,” she murmured, then slammed the hilt of her sword into his temple, knocking him unconscious.

The Grandmaster’s goons were quick to enter the arena, just as the crowds started spilling out. Typical. Sakaarian attention spans were notoriously short. Though, in their defense, Brunnhilde usually left around this time, too. As two Sakaarian guards lifted his limp body into their arms to be dumped outside for the scavengers, Brunnhilde couldn’t shake the guilt gnawing at her.

“Wait!” she called before she could stop herself. They stilled, confusion written all over their strange features. Or she guessed it was confusion. It was hard to tell. “Take him to my room. I...I have plans for him.”

She tried to give her voice a suggestive lilt, but it just came off as desperate. Either way, it worked. The two guards chucked to themselves before dragging the god’s boots through the sand. Soon enough she stood alone in the center of that arena.

Brunnhilde leaned her head back and let out a groan.

What had she gotten herself into?

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Prompt: 22. Trembling

A/N: So I'm not much for writing young Snape romantically - I much prefer the older one - but I got a little idea for a story and I wanted to try it out. I hope I managed to do the idea in my head some sort of justice and that you all enjoy it <3

Setting: Hogwarts, the day before leaving for the holidays

Pairing: Snape x Reader (both in their seventh year at Hogwarts)

ABBR.: │ (y/n) - Your Name │ (y/l/n) - Your Last Name │

Word count: 3248

Warnings: Harsh Language, Angst, Fluff, Bullying

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Prologue: You have been in love with Severus for nearly two years now, but he had seemed oblivious to you and each time you had tried to befriend him, or even talk to him, he had been nearly cruel in his words as he pushed you away in all manners possible. But you were resilient and would not quit bugging him in your efforts to catch his attention. But, even you had a limit to what you could take and you were balancing on it after such a long time of giving it your best effort to get him to allow you into his life; and hopefully heart.

He was soaked. You heard the laughter and the snickering as he stood absolutely still in pure shock while water drenched him, soaked his clothes and flattened his long black hair. Your heart skipped a beat as tears sprung to your eyes as you stood halfway up the stairs watching him below you. Those fucking Marauders! They're so damn cruel! As that thought ran through your head you heard the howling laughter of those exact people.

Your head whipped around, your eyes instantly locked on James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Lily. They stood on the staircase just above Severus; Sirius and James each held a bucket each that had obviously been filled with the water that had been dumped over Severus. You were fuming, your fists clenched at your sides as you watched them laugh. Except for Lily, she just sneered at Severus with a tired look. How can she just fucking stand there? How cold can a person be? At least the other idiots claim their actions and their ugly sides... But she, you were fuming as your eyes shoot figurative bolts of lightning at the girl who was one of the reasons Severus had not accepted your requests at being friends - or even on speaking terms. You knew that. You knew how he looked at her, and damn it hurt.

"Oy, Snivellus, feeling a bit cleaner?" James laughed out with a high five from Sirius who howled with laughter. Remus chuckled, Peter looked happy and Lily seemed to care more about her nails than the scene that was unfurling in front of her. You clenched your jaw as your eyes switched view and landed on Severus who was still standing absolutely still as water pooled around his feet. Your heart clenched at the sight of him, your stomach twisted and you started to tremble with fuming, glowing, boiling rage. It coursed through your every fibre as your hand unclenched and reached for your wand.

It all happened so fast. Your actions fuelled by the dooming rage that pulsed through you as you directed the tip of your wand towards the idiots one floor up and in the next instant they were soaking wet as a fountain of water spewed from your wand. Fuelled by your raging emotions. Silence fell as the sound of water took over. It only took a single moment to drench them all - and a few bystanders. But they had laughed too so why the heck not?

"(y/l/n)! NO-!" Severus screamed and it pulled you out of the pounding emotions that that locked you in your stance as water finally stopped spewing from your wand. You were panting, your hand and wand trembled as you shook from your own shocking action. You had never done anything like that before. Seven years at Hogwarts and I, I lose control now-?! You thought as your hand lowered while the Marauders were still coughing and trying to get up of the floor as the water had truly flown out of your wand like a wave and crashed into them with force.

You turned your head towards Severus who gawked at you. Except for the sloshing of wet clothes and some coughing, the silence was as thick as morning fog. He looked at you, shocked and perhaps taken aback from your actions. For a moment you were just frozen in place as the realisation hit you. You had stooped to their level. You had retaliated - rather splendidly as well might you add.

But the look Severus gave you wasn't a happy one, it wasn't thankful or grateful. He looked horrified and it broke your heart. Tears sprung to your eyes and in an instant, your legs began moving. You hurled yourself down the stairs as students started to whisper and point. You passed Severus in a rush, unable to look at anyone as you tried to keep the tears from falling freely. As you tried to keep your heart in one piece in your chest.

You barrelled your way through corridor after corridor until you got to the courtyard at the back. You flung yourself through the doors as the faint echo of your name being called reached you. But you ran. Ran and cried. Stumbled and sobbed. Somehow, you ended up at the Whomping Willow at the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. You stopped outside of its reach as you heaved for air. Your lungs burned as your cheeks turned wet from tears.

You tried to force air into your lungs, tried to confine the emotions that raged through you like the crashing of waves on a stormy sea seeking to devour all ships. To sink all things and snatch them from the light, clutch them in the deep dark of eternal night. Just, breath, breath, maybe he-, maybe he doesn't hate- no, that look... A sharp pain shot through you, it echoed through your soul as the look on Severus's face flashed before your inner eye.

You sobbed and snivelled as you tried to wipe away the salty tears. Your legs were shaking and your hands still trembled. Your chest felt too tight, yet it could have caved in on itself at the same time from the hollow feeling. How was that even possible? Could you break so badly you turned hollow?

A twig snapped, your head whipped around as Severus called out your name with a hoars voice. as if he had been screaming for a long time. Your eyes widened as he appeared at the top of the hill a little ways away from you. "Leave me alone!" you screamed at him with a broken voice as you were still crying. He started to run towards you on those long slender legs. "(y/n), you-" "Leave me alone!" you screamed again as you started to step backwards. As you tried to increase the distance he so hastily shortened.

"(Y/N), DON'T-" he screamed and you saw that horrible expression of horror again in his eyes and it hit you with such force you stumbled from the recent memory in the Entrance Hall. You were just about to fall when your breath was knocked out of you as something hard hit your back so harshly you landed face forward in the cold snow with a thud. You lost your bearing as your head had taken quite a hit against the ground. The tiny layer of snow did nothing to dampen the blow.

"(Y/N)! RUN!" Severus screamed as you tried to lift yourself up of the ground. What the- but you had no more time to think as a large tree branch slammed itself down right next to you. Missing you by merely the width of a wand. You tried to force air into your lungs after the previous harsh blow as your head spun and your back protested against any movement you tried to force your body to do. Severus shouted at you to move, run, get away - but you couldn't get up.

"MOVE!" he screamed and you rolled away just in time before another branch slammed down where you had laid a mere second earlier. You managed to get up in a crawling position and threw yourself forward with all your strength. You were nearly, nearly out of reach for the damn tree as it slammed its branches down again. The tip of one struck your foot and the force of the blow made you scream out in pain as Severus grabbed your hands and pulled you away from the tree with such force you landed on top of him.

You both laid panting on the wet, cold ground as the tree straightened and stopped flinging its branches around. You tried to catch your breath as Severus held onto you. You barely realized it at first but once your mind became aware of him beneath you, his arms around your waist, his face so close to your own... Your breath hitched, you tensed and you flung yourself off him so fast you had to scramble to find your own limbs in the flailing mess you were.

You managed to get up, somehow, as he rose elegantly despite his long limbs. Your heart hammered as he looked at you. Your mouth went dry as the memory of his horror-filled eyes from earlier flashed by as he still had a slight look of horror etched in those onyx galaxies that were his eyes. You couldn't bear to look at him when he wore that expression you knew came from anger at you, or perhaps even hatred at what you had done. It made no sense that he would be angry with you for defending him but you still saw it, felt it. It couldn't be anything else when his eyes wore such an expression.

You turned around as you hugged yourself. Your back ached, your body shook and you felt fresh tears as they leaked from your eyes. You sobbed as some form of reality hit you that you had fucked up and now, he would never allow you to be close to him. Perhaps now he wouldn't just dismiss you but effectively shut you out... You shivered as the thoughts of his hatred and rejection ran through you.

"Are you cold?" Severus asked and his voice frightened you so you jumped slightly as it came from such close proximity. You twisted your head at the same time only to find him mere inches from you. You froze. Never had he been so close before as he had been that day. Before it was unintentional but now, he had stood himself right by you.

"(y/n), are you cold?" he asked again as you couldn't make a sound. All you could think of, all you could feel, was your pounding heart and his beautiful eyes paired with the long black hair that screamed for you to reach out and run your fingers through it. But you didn't, of course, you didn't do that. But you wanted to, oh by Merlin how you wanted to touch those silky strands. but you merely looked at him as your body vibrated from the shivers as you were without any proper attire to be outside in such cold temperatures.

In the next moment, it was like you realised he spoke to you, realised he was so close, realised he had followed you - called for you and basically saved you from the deadly tree. You took a step back from him as uncertainty crawled through you. How angry was he with you? Did he hate you now? Was that what his eyes were screaming at you? You hadn't a clue and it freaked you out immensely. You felt your face turn pale - from the thoughts, the worry, but also the physical pain you were in as the tree had landed two harsh blows on you.

"Why did you do that?" he asked and his words surprised you, he sounded angry, or perhaps exasperated - you couldn't quite tell as his voice was so damn deep it thundered out of his mouth no matter what he said. "I-, I-" But you found no words. You had never confessed your feelings to him, you had only ever dared hope to perhaps befriend him. Why would he, excellent as he was, be interested in you? You weren't anything special or fancy, nor were you excellent as he was. You were, quite frankly, just you.

He raised a brow slightly at you and a blush crept in as you folded your eyes towards the ground. His was just too deep, too wide, to hexing to look into any longer. You feared you would drown if you kept staring into them as they swirled with black stardust. "You shouldn't have done that," he murmured on a small sigh and you lowered your head as your shoulders shot up towards your ears. "I'm sorry, I, I just wanted to- I couldn't just stand by and watch. They're, they're horrendous..." Your voice was low yet you managed to squeeze out the words through the lump that had formed in your throat.

"They are, you shouldn't have butted in (y/n), you should have just let it-" You whipped up your head with a glare towards him. Suddenly quite angry with him instead. "You shouldn't be treated like that! You shouldn't have to deal with shit like that!" you shouted as he stared at you, "It's not fair! They treat you worse than garbage! I can't- I can't stand it! I can't just look, I can't just stand by and let them torment the one I love-" Your hand covered your mouth instantly without even finishing your sentence.

You stared at him with wide eyes as he did the same at you. Your words felt heavy in the air as your body stiffened, prepared to run for the hills if need be. "You- you what?" Severus stuttered out and your face turned scarlet as he gawked at you. His eyes impossibly large and the usual pale skin a tad flushed. You couldn't help how your heart pounded, how your body trembled and shook - how your entire being screamed at you to run as if your life depended on it. But you were utterly frozen. Your boots stuck to the ground. Your shoulders stiff while your legs felt like jelly.

Well, that's one way to fucking do it, you thought as reality started to entwine with that fantasy world of yours. Just, perhaps not in the way you had wanted it to as Severus yet again looked horrified, or maybe disgusted, you couldn't quite be sure. It was difficult to tell what went on inside of him but it appeared to be negative, whatever it was.

You let your hand fall away from your mouth, it limply landed beside your body as if something just left you, some will or power perhaps. Something, hope or perhaps a dream. "I love you," you whispered as tears once again welled in your eyes, "I love you and I'm sorry to disgust you like that." You exhaled as the tears started to fall. It was over. Your fantasy world where you were by his side, loved by him, came crashing down as if it were an avalanche set on tumbling down a mountainside. You crumbled along with it. As good as buried beneath its weight, as good as dead as your hollow chest felt as if it had truly caved in on itself.

You turned from him, your body felt as if it were not your own. You felt naked in reality; stripped of that one piece of a dream you had held on to for dear life for such a long time. You started to walk away from him only to be held back by slim fingers wrapped around your wrist. You looked over your shoulder, your eyes landed right at his swirling galaxies of onyx and black stardust that looked intently yet harshly on you.

"I told you to stay away," he growled, you nodded, "I told you to ignore me," he continued and you nodded once more. He sighed, deeply. "I told you, over and over, not to butt in." You nodded once more as you wiped away tears from your cheeks with your free hand. The wind swiped over you and tossed about his black hair as you shivered from its frozen fangs that nibbled at you through the thin clothes you wore.

He tugged on your arm, you stumbled a step towards him. When you looked up he glared down at you. "I told you," he hissed, "to stay, away." In the next instant, his lips smashed against yours. Harshly. It took you a moment to realise what happened and then his lips were gone as you gawked at him. "I told you, to stay, away. I told you so many damn times (y/n). So, many, times," he hissed as his arms snaked around you. You looked at him, confused. Yet your body, it seemed to know what to do. As if it were second nature to be close to him. As if the stars had aligned and the world was righted when he was in your embrace and you in his.

His lips pressed against yours again and this time your fingers snared themselves in his hair as you kissed him back. It felt as if life were breathed into you. As if some of the endless universe that swirled inside of him filled the hollow in your chest and leaked out to fill your entire being. "I told you," he grumbled against your lips, "because I knew you couldn't stay out of it if you knew..." He left your lips at the last word as you were both panting. You just stared at him, all your thoughts were trying to make sense of what was happening. Have I been killed by that damn tree and gone to heaven?

His cold fingers stroked away some hairs from your forehead before his lips landed softly where his fingers had just touched you gently. "I knew you couldn't stay out of it, so I needed you to stay away from me. Then, you'd be safe," he whispered as his voice vibrated over you. A darkness curled around the sound, claws stroked your soul as gently as any feather could have.

"What, do you mean?" you breathed out as it was hard to get air down in your lungs when you were so close to him. He looked down at you. The onyx eyes, the hooked nose, the thin lips and the defined jaw. The black curtains of hair that framed his thin face - it was all pure perfection for you. "I mean, you would be in the line of fire if you were with me. And that," he said with a kiss between your eyebrows, "is unacceptable. As, I love you."

Your heart nearly stopped. Your knees nearly gave out beneath you. Your lungs barely remembered how to function. But your lips, they functioned properly as they were slammed on top of his as you pressed yourself into the caring young man who enveloped you in the warmest of embraces. Your fingers snaked between the strands of his hair as his hands held your hips gently yet firmly. I must have died and gone to heaven, you thought as the taste and smell of him overtook you. As you both trembled from cold and heat, from fear and passion - from joy.

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The Ranch {9}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty x @tacmc

Summary: Nesta had spent years in Paris, living her dream and drowning in riches as a gourmet chef, capturing the hearts of the city and its people. But, after her father passes away unexpectedly and leaves his cozy, countryside B&B to his oldest daughter, Nesta is moving back home to the tiny town of Velaris, where the ranch, her sisters, and her father’s unfulfilled dream, awaits.

Sidenote: Being posted between two blogs, it is too chaotic to keep up with a tags list, so all chapters will be tagged with “#TheRanchNessian” & “#SharaCollab”.

At nine forty five, Cassian heard a knock at his door. He was off the couch and had it flung open before the third rap against the wood.

He was surprised to see Emerie on the other side.

He groaned. “Em, this really isn’t a good time.”

She breezed by him. “It’s a perfect time. Sit down.” She indicated the couch.

Cass just stared at her. “No, you don’t understand, I don’t have time for a quick fu-.”

“Do you love her?” She cut him off and as her words hung in the air, Cassian contemplated them.

“I- No, not yet. But, I-,” he paused and sighed. “No, but I could.”

Emerie’s face softened. “I didn’t mean to cause you problems.” She sat down on the couch and, knowing there wasn’t about to be an ambush, Cassian sat down next to her. “You didn’t answer your phone, so I thought I’d just run by. I’m sorry, I had no idea she was back.”

“It’s not your fault,” he said, and he meant it. Emerie had no way of knowing what she was walking into that day. “It’s not that I don’t like what we’ve had, Em, and we’ve always been great friends-”

“Friends,” she interrupted, chuckling. “Just friends, that’s all we’ve been, what we’ve always been, since high school, so...stop making this sound like a break-up, please.”

Despite his current mood of feeling like shit, Cassian laughed. “Yeah, alright.”

“You should talk to her,” Emerie said, giving him a pointed look. “It was so uncomfortably obvious that she cares about you, too.”

But Cassian shook his head. “I don’t know what that woman feels. She’s already turned me down once….I mean, as things are getting heated and we’re about to have sex, she turned me down.”

Emerie bit on her bottom lip to keep from smiling. “Ouch.”

His eyes narrowed. “Yeah, thanks for not laughing.”

That laughter sputtered out of her mouth, but her eyes were soft as she adjusted herself on the couch to face him. “Look, Cass, I’ve known you for a long time, and I have never seen you look at a woman the way I saw you look at her.”

“What’s your point?” he mumbled, face falling into his hands. “Is it too early for whiskey?”

“Never,” Emerie chuckled, rolling her eyes as she pulled Cassian’s face up to meet her gaze. “It’s never too early. And my point is, dumbass, is that you’re falling in love with her, and if you don’t do something about it, I will personally kick your ass.”

Cassian blinked, staring at her as she held his cheeks in her hands. “I’m pretty sure you missed the part where I said she turned me down.”

“So, what?” Emerie said, shrugging, as if it was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. “Feelings change, and they develop, and Nesta Archeron has feelings for you. That much was obvious when she stared at me with daggers in her eyes.” Emerie’s grin faltered. “It was actually pretty terrifying.”

Cassian laughed, under his breath. “Yeah, she has that effect on people.”

She patted his knee and stood up. “Don’t get me wrong, I hate that our little agreement is coming to a close. Do you know how hard it’s going to be to find someone who can deal with my work schedule and make me cum?” She threw her head back and groaned, but looked back to where he was sitting on the couch. She smirked. “I thought you were supposed to catch feelings for the person you’re actually sleeping with.”

He scratched the back of his neck and said, sheepishly, “Listen, Em, it’s not that I don’t find you-.”

“Oh hush,” she said, heading for the door. “I’m not cut out for the ranch life. This girl was made for the city.” She opened the door, the light from the cabin flooding out and lighting up the front yard. “Now, go talk to her before she goes to sleep.”

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Nesta watched as the black truck bumped along the driveway, throwing dirt from under the tires. The headlights disappeared into the darkness and she swallowed hard.

She had come back, had spent a good while in Cassian’s cabin, and now she was leaving, once more. Nesta didn’t want to think about what had gone on during their time together, especially after she left things with Cassian hours before, but her mind wandered.

Nesta didn’t know what she hated more: that she had feelings for him, or that she deserved the angry words he’d spat at her that afternoon. He was right. She had shut him down, there was no reason why she shouldn’t want him to be with other women. He deserved as much. Then again, she had thought, had been so certain, that he had felt something for her, too.

She could feel it.

When he looked at her, when those snarky hazel eyes grew soft, she could nearly hear his heart crying out for hers.

Now, as she watched Emerie’s truck disappear, she felt stupid.

That feeling only grew worse as the door to Cassian’s cabin opened again and he stepped out. He spotted her right away, sitting on her little porch in her rocking chair, and swore under his breath. The panic in his eyes didn’t stop him, though, as he trudged down the stairs, hands in his pockets, and meandered toward her across the grass.

Beau, completely unaware of the tension, was running around, wildly, chasing a squirrel.

When Cassian stopped at the bottom of her steps, he said, “Hey.”

The air around them was thick, humid and charged with electricity. Thunder rumbled in the distance. “I… I can’t do this tonight,” she said, voice sounding weary. She stood from the chair and turned to go inside.

“Why do you always run from me?”

She froze, right in front of the screen door. It was a question she had been asked a million times, had asked herself a million times. Why do you always run?

She slowly turned to face him, and was met with such longing and desperation in his hazel eyes. If she walked inside, if she ran away, that would be the end of it.

If she kept running from him, he eventually wouldn’t come back, and Nesta couldn’t bear that thought.

At the bottom of the steps, Cassian was still looking up at her, waiting, patiently, but she didn’t know what to say. There were a million things she wanted to say, but she didn’t know how to put them into words. That overwhelming sense of emotion flooded her, that panic, and her eyes lined with tears. She shook her head, hastily, as she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth to keep it from trembling.

“Fuck, please, just talk to me,” he said, taking a step toward her, putting one boot on the wooden step.

She shook her head and the tears spilled over, staining her cheeks. She laughed, but the sound was empty, hollow. “I hope you had fun with Emerie.”

By the time Cassian realized what she was implying, she’d already started for the door. “Nesta, no, that’s not why she came back.” She shut the door with a soft thud. He heard the lock click into place and he was immediately up the stairs, slamming his fist into the door. “You’re so fucking stubborn, please, just let me explain.”

Nesta kept still, her back against the door as it vibrated from his first forcefully making contact with the wood.

“Please,” he begged, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t put herself in that situation, wouldn't put herself in that situation, not again.

Cassian finally stopped knocking, but when she peeked out of the little window at the top of the door, he was still standing there, his forehead leaning against the door.

“We didn’t do anything,” he called, through the door. “Alright? She came back to tell me I was a fucking idiot.”

Well, she wasn’t going to argue with him there.

Her little house was lit up as lightning struck somewhere on the property, thunder rumbling almost immediately.

“I don’t want her,” he said, and the rain began to fall. Anything else he said was drowned out as the bottom dropped out and the rain began to pour. She could hear that he was still out there, hear that he was still talking to her.

Another flash of lightning, followed by a roll of thunder. It was closer than it had been, that lightning, and Nesta squeezed her eyes shut as the small house shook.

When she reopened them, she leaned back against the door, sliding down it and letting her head fall into her hands resting on her knees.

He hadn’t slept with Emerie. She’d come back, and whether she admitted it or not, she would have if she were her. She knew Emerie wasn’t blind, she could see what was in front of her. But Emerie was stunning herself, with her feminine, soft curves and bedroom eyes.

He hadn’t chosen Emerie.

He didn’t want Emerie.

He wanted her.

And Cauldron damn the consequences, she wanted him, too.

She realized that she could no longer hear him on the other side, could no longer hear anything but the storm outside.

She scrambled to her feet and threw the door open, looking for him.

He was nowhere to be seen.

She cried, “Cassian?” but there was no answer.

She waited, looking out into the pasture, unable to see thanks to the rain and the vast darkness. When she realized she couldn’t find him, she stepped out into the rain and ran.

She hadn’t gotten far when she noticed him, walking up to the main house, Beau on his heels.

“Cassian!” she called.

And he turned around, eyes going wide. He didn’t hesitate as he jogged back toward where she stood, in the middle of the grass, completely drenched.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked, loudly, to be heard above the downpour. “You should be insi-”

But his words were cut off, because Nesta had taken his face into her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. She kissed him, hungrily, ignoring everything else, ignoring the rain, the lightning, the thunder, the thoughts of insecurity and doubt lingering in the back of her mind.

At first, his body tensed, but it quickly relaxed, and his arms wrapped around her waist.

Nesta had never been good with words, with expressing any sort of emotion, but she would show him how she felt, and would give herself to him to devour, in hopes that he understood. That she trusted him.

Cassian’s lips trailed from her mouth to her neck, as he lifted her up, and her legs wrapped around his waist, just above his jeans. She clung to him, tangled her fingers into his wet, messy hair, as he carried her, slowly, through the storm, back to the ranch house.

He climbed the stairs of the big wraparound porch and pulled open the storm door, neither of them flinching as it widened and creaked loudly. Never once did he let her slip as he managed to unlock the main door and enter, pressing her back against the wall by the door.

One hand was gripping her ass, the other threaded into her drenched hair. He kissed her wildly, passionately, and it left Nesta breathless. If he kissed like this, she wondered what it was like when he fucked.

He pulled away, just enough for them to both gasp for air, and he breathed, “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.”

Nesta didn’t say a word. She just leaned up and captured his lips in another bruising kiss.

It was all the permission he needed.

His tongue slid between her lips as he took the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head, and her hands were already roaming Cassian’s back, feeling the hard muscles beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. He held her up against the wall with his hips as he threw her tank top on the floor, and unclasped her bra, making it scarce.

He admired her breasts then, as he had done those weeks ago, but this time, she wouldn’t tell him to stop.

“What?” She breathed. Her whisper was quiet, almost unable to be heard over the rain outside.

“I’m still waiting for you to disappear, for you to dissolve in my fingertips.” He softly ran a thumb over her peaked nipple. She bit down the moan building inside of her. “I need to know this is real. I need to know that you aren’t going anywhere.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she breathed, shaking her head, slowly. “I’m not leaving.”

She slid his shirt up, slowly, revealing the black ink swirled across his chest. He lifted his arms, and when his shirt was tossed aside, she ran her fingers over the intricate designs. Cassian watched her, lips parted, breathing ragged.

“I want you,” she whispered, her hands going still, and when her eyes connected with his, her delicate fingers trailed lower, down his abdomen, to the waistband of his jeans, where they slowly undid the button, the zipper.

Cassian grabbed her wrists and pulled them back up, over her head. His body pressed hers harder against the wall, and her legs wrapped tighter around him as he whispered, “Thank the fucking Cauldron.”

He kissed her with a gentleness she wasn’t expecting, loving the way his lips were constantly moving against hers, on her skin. Tasting, teasing, taunting. When he kissed a path down the column of her throat and his lips closed around the spot where her neck met her shoulder, she was no longer able to stop the moan that she let out.

That moan was Cassian’s undoing.

He kissed her with such a ferocity that she was unable to stop her hips from writhing.

She pulled away, gasping. “Please, please, please.” He released her wrists and her arms wrapped around him, nails scratching at his back. “Cassian, please.”

His eyes met hers, wild and desperate, but he said nothing. His chest rose and fell with every breath. At last, he nodded, slowly, after searching her eyes, once more.

I’m not going anywhere.

Gods, she meant it.

He carried her to the couch, his eyes on hers as he walked, his breath hot against her skin. She clung to him, desperately, afraid if she let go something would happen, again.

Cassian fell back on the couch, and Nesta straddled his waist, fully aware of how hard he’d become inside of his jeans. He went to kiss her, but she pushed him back, and when a look of confusion crossed Cassian’s face, she smirked.

She stood, between his open legs, and unbuttoned her jean shorts before slipping the soaked denim down her legs. Cassian watched attentively with a primal gaze. With an outstretched, steady hand, he traced the lines of her thong with his fingertips.

“Perfect,” he breathed, so quietly that Nesta wondered if he even knew he spoke the thought aloud.

“Your turn,” she said, as he teased a finger in the waistband of the lace.

He looked up at her, letting his eyes rove over her body. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip, and he stood.

One by one, he toed his drenched boots off and kicked them to the side, not caring where they landed and unzipped his jeans the rest of the way. He paused, catching Nesta staring, and when he caught her eye, he smirked and shucked his heavy jeans off.

Nesta forgot how to breathe. She forgot how to move. She forgot how to do anything that didn’t include worshipping the body before her in any way possible.

She blinked away the shock and cleared her throat, before saying, “So. You don’t wear underwear?”

That smirk hadn’t left his face and he said, “Oh, I do, they’re in my jeans. I just couldn’t wait any longer to see your reaction to…” His eyes flicked down to where his cock stood at attention.

Nesta huffed a laugh and shook her head, tiptoeing closer to him. Her fingers brushed along his chest, and she walked around him to finish observing the view. Her fingers trailed down his shoulder, down his back, across his ass - his beautiful, perfect, sculpted ass. He shuddered beneath her touch.

This Nesta, this beautiful, emboldened woman, this was his Nesta from the pasture earlier. Someone who isn’t afraid to laugh and touch and play. And play they would.

As she stepped back around him, Cassian scooped her up in his arms and dropped her on the couch. Before she had time to orient herself, he was there again, this time on top of her. He gave her just enough of his weight to press her into the cushions, to keep her in place, lips crashing into hers. His hand skimmed down her side, leaving goosebumps in its wake, until he reached the lace of her panties. He ran a finger under the front waistband and then traced it over the fabric, over her most sensitive area. She whimpered against his lips, his kiss drowning out any sounds she made. Pulling the fabric to the side, he slipped a finger between her folds, her slick heat meeting him.

He broke the kiss, growling, “You’re fucking soaked.”

Nesta’s eyes fluttered shut, her lips open. “You’ve been teasing me.”

“The only tease here is you,” he growled, pumping his finger inside of her, then two, and three, as his lips found her neck and trailed down her body. He took the waistband of the thin lace into his teeth and pulled them down.

Cassian didn’t warn her as he spread her legs attached his mouth to her sex. He circled her clit with his tongue, still pumping his fingers in and out of her and he listened as her moans echoed around the empty house. Pulling his lips away, he pressed his thumb to her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her. He turned his head to the side and kissed the inside of her thigh, sucking and teasing. Without warning, he bit the sensitive skin, causing Nesta to cry out and clench around his fingers.

He groaned at how tight she was, the way she tasted, the way she smelled and the noises she made. He kissed a path back up her body, still pumping his fingers in and out, faster and faster every time. His lips brushed hers and he breathed, “Are you close?” Yes,” she breathed, unable to control her voice, unable to control any of the noises pouring out of her mouth. “Fuck, yes. Fuck me.” Her words were shaky, unstable. She wanted him inside of her, needed him inside of her, couldn’t think of anything else.

“Say ‘please’,” Cassian crooned. He stilled his fingers inside of her and at her disappointed whimper, he brushed his fingertip over that elusive spot inside that Nesta had only dreamed of. She gasped and began to writhe, chest heaving, and he could tell she was right on the edge of ecstasy. He stopped with no warning.

Nesta snapped her head up to look at him. “Wha- Why did you stop?

“Do you want to cum?”

“Cauldron, yes,” Nesta groaned. It had been so long since something had given her an orgasm that wasn’t made of plastic or her own hand.

He slowly stroked inside her once more, then began to slowly roll his thumb over her clit. “Then all you gotta say is ‘please”, darlin’.”

Nesta could hardly get the word out. “Please.” Her voice broke, hardly able to form words over every other sound tumbling from her mouth.

“I can’t hear you,” Cassian whispered, thumb rolling faster. Nesta cried out. “Say please.”

Her back arched as her fingers dug into his dripping hair. “Please!” she gritted out, eyes shut, yanking on his hair with such force that he groaned.

Her body felt lighter, like she was floating on air, as the tension in her body slowly began to fade.

She cried out as she came around his fingers. He pumped slower as she did so, watching her eyes widen as her climax took hold. She worked to steady her breathing as her eyes fluttered shut, and his fingers moved, slowly, tauntingly, in and out. When Cassian pulled his fingers out, Nesta’s eyes shot open, just as he moved them to his mouth and sucked off her juices.

Her chest was heaving and her eyes slipped closed as she caught her breath. Cassian couldn’t help but stare at her body; at the tight, sleek lines of her toned stomach; at her long, tanned legs; at her pretty, pink pussy, which was the best fucking thing he’d ever tasted. But her breasts…

Gods, those fucking breasts.

Those breasts had been on his mind every time he’d had to take care of himself in the past few weeks, but seeing them again, tasting them, watching them move with every steadying breath she took…

“You’re thinking about fucking my tits, aren’t you?”

Cassian’s gaze snapped to hers, smirking at him from where she’d propped herself up on her arms.

His eyebrow raised and he said, “I wasn’t, but now I definitely am.”

She laughed, and sat up on the couch, letting him sit down next to her. He didn’t know why he was expecting it to be awkward, why he was expecting her to have changed her mind and run buckass naked out into the storm.

He wasn’t expecting her to flip over and lay on her stomach, breasts pressed against his thighs. He wasn’t expecting her to reach a delicate hand out and grip his cock. And he sure as fuck wasn’t expecting her to wrap those full lips around the head and suck.

But that’s exactly what she did.

He stared, watching her intently, their eyes connected. He was fairly certain he wasn’t breathing as her tongue slowly danced around the head of his cock. His head fell back against the couch cushions, his eyes slowly closing.

The sound that left his body was inhumane as his dick filled her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, that wild tongue gliding over his sensitive skin.

His abdomen contracted as she took him farther into her mouth, and he swore under his breath as his eyes opened and he stared down at her. He could swear there was a laughter in her eyes as she continued to bob her head up and down his considerable length.

“Are you trying to tease me now?” He asked, voice husky. She hummed in response and the vibrations had one of his hands gripping her hair in a hand. The other, he reached over and gripped her ass, firmly squeezing. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Because two can play that game, sweetheart.” He pressed his hand between her legs and trailed a finger along her entrance, swirling it around her clit.

She moaned, lips still around his cock and she nearly swallowed him whole.

He swore, voice low, his fingers intertwined into her hair gripping the strands with far more force, causing Nesta to whimper against him.

All he could think about was how he would feel inside of her. She was so wet, so ready, and he was nearly about to combust.

She moaned around his cock, her eyes shut desperately as the finger he used to circle her clit kept steady.

He gently rolled his hips into her mouth. She gagged, eyes flying open to meet his, once more, as one of her hands met his thigh, nails gripping into his tanned skin, the other cupping his balls.

“If you keep doing that,” he growled, eyes nearly black in his lust for her. “I’m going to be coming down your throat instead of on your tits.”

Nesta removed him from her mouth, nearly gasping for air as the head popped out of her mouth. The second she had moved, he was gripping her shoulders, pulling her onto his lap, his lips crashing into hers. She ground down against him, his erection sliding against her opening, so close to where she needed him.

He gripped her hips and rocked her back and forth against his length, the tip rubbing her clit with every pass, causing her eyes to flutter shut as he brought her right to the peak again.

“Are you close, Nesta?” The words were a hiss, his teeth clenched together. Her head was thrown back, chest heaving. She nodded. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

She groaned, “Gods, yes, please.”

Without warning, he lifted her hips and slammed his cock inside of her.

She cried out, her fingernails digging into his shoulders to keep from losing herself completely. His name tumbled from her lips, nearly lost in the continuous moan that she couldn’t control. She rode his length, as Cassian held onto her hips, his face nestled between her breasts. He bit into her skin, nipped at her tits with gentle teeth as he groaned, voice low, shamelessly. His curses filled the air as Nesta clenched around his cock.

He breathed her name, and Nesta felt ready to explode into a million pieces.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, burying his face between her breasts. His hands moved farther back, gripping the swell of her ass and Nesta bounced quicker and quicker. “Are you going to come again?”

“Yes, yes,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around his head, nearly suffocating him with her tits.

He’d stopped moving, content to let her use him for her pleasure. He lavished her skin, his tongue circling her peaked nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. She clenched around him, moaning his name, and watching her unravel around him, letting her use him as her own personal sex toy, it felt almost as good as ramming his cock into her had felt.

Almost.

As she shattered, as her climax tore through her and she cried out, his name a prayer on her lips, he gripped her ass and stood.

Her back hit the wall and she moaned as he fucked her with no abandon, slamming into her at a relentless, unforgiving pace. His lips found her neck, followed by his teeth and he sucked, unable to stop himself from leaving a mark, from claiming the beautiful woman in his arms for all to see.

Nesta’s hand roamed his back, the other tangled into his damp hair. Her lips tumbled open, but nothing came out as his hips continued to thrust into hers. A string of curse words were muttered into the skin of her neck.

She clung to him, eyes snapped shut, unable to breathe as he groaned into her neck. His lips left her skin as he abruptly pulled out, then he fell into her body as he came, his hips moving slowly as his cock slid beneath her, between her folds, riding out his climax.

He fell against her then, eyes closed, lips still open against her neck, unmoving. She could feel his heart beating against her as they tried to catch their breath in the silence, nothing but the storm raging outside and heavy, shaking, panting to be heard.

“Fuck,” he finally breathed, lifting his head to look at her. There was nothing but pure ecstasy in those stormy eyes. He carefully set her on her feet and stepped back, watching as she leaned heavily against the wall. He smirked. “Legs not working?”

Her response was a breathy chuckle. “No, not quite. I don’t think they’ll be back to normal until tomorrow morning.”

Cassian let his gaze travel down her body, pausing as he saw the trail of mosisture running down her thighs, a mix of both her and him. The sight had his cock hardening again already.

“Oh, darlin’,” he crooned, pulling her against him and nipping at her earlobe. “What makes you think you’ll be getting any rest between now and tomorrow morning?”

Nesta chuckled, letting him scoop her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist.

His eyes met hers, and he kissed her, once, before she whispered, “Take me upstairs.”

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There was no more fucking. Nesta was fairly certain if there was she wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

But he had carried her upstairs and laid her down in her old bedroom. They found themselves beneath the blankets, the rain pouring outside the large window as they laid awake in a comfortable silence, Nesta wrapped in Cassian's arms.

Which is exactly where she woke up.

He was still asleep, one of his long, heavy legs draped over her, holding her in place. His handsome face looked almost boyish in peaceful sleep, and Nesta hesitated to disturb him, but the sun had been creeping across the wall for almost thirty minutes now.

She pressed soft kisses to his cheeks, over the stubble dusting his jaw, to his forehead and eyelids, until he began to stir.

He groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He met Nesta’s amused gaze with a sleepy one of his own.

“Good morning,” he muttered, voice raspy, quiet, burying his face back into the pillow.

“Good morning,” she whispered.

Beau had made himself comfortable after helping himself through the doggy door the night before after they’d left him outside in the rain due to their beautiful, lustful distraction. He was now sleeping soundly at the foot of the bed.

Cassian reached up and brushed Nesta’s hair out of her face. For a moment, neither of them said a word. Then, Cassian asked, “Sleep good?”

“Yeah,” she smiled. Perfect.

“Good,” he breathed. “Me too.”

“You look like you’re surprised I’m still here,” she mumbled, and Cassian’s fingers froze from where they were trailing down her cheek.

Then he laughed, quietly. “Not surprised. Happy, though.” He tentatively leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, gauging her reaction. When she responded, letting her lips move against his own, he rolled on top of her, running a hand down her still naked body. He paused and pulled away, looking at the window. “Shit, what time is it?”

“Like, six-fifteen,” she admitted.

Cassian’s eyes went wide. “I have to get up, I didn’t mean to sleep this late.”

Nesta’s smile was soft. “I figured. You go get started, I’ll make you some breakfast.”

A dark eyebrow rose. “Sex and breakfast? What’s the catch?”

Nesta stilled from where she was rolling off the bed. “Do you want there to be a catch?”

Cassian grinned. “No.”

“Then don’t ask questions,” she said, laughing under her breath as she scurried from the room, fully aware that Cassian was watching her go.

Ten minutes later, she stood in the kitchen, wearing her mother’s robe once again, a pot of coffee brewing in the corner, and bacon sizzling in the pan on the stove. A pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she jumped slightly as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

She shook her head. “I just didn’t hear you. I sometimes space out when I’m cooking.”

She transferred the bacon to a plate, dabbing it with paper towels to remove the excess grease, before cracking three eggs directly into the pan. He poured himself a cup of coffee and watched her as he pulled his boots on. She glanced over her shoulder and looked at him, biting down the laugh that tried to bubble out of her.

His clothes were horribly wrinkled from where they’d been thrown to the side last night, but at least they were dry.

She pulled a couple of tortillas from the fridge and wrapped the food, handing him the two warm bundles. He took them and smiled. She smiled back.

An awkward silence filled the kitchen and they looked at each other and started laughing. He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Let me take you to dinner tonight.”

Her eyes widened in surprise and she nodded, a grin spreading across her face. “I’d like that.”

#the ranch nessian #shara collab #shara tag #tacmc x throne of ashes and beauty #toab tacmc collab #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #nessian

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unprediictability · 3 years

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[ ARON PIPER, HE/HIS & THEY/THEM, MALE ALIGNED NON-BINARY ] — [ ABEL FIROETTI-BADEAUX ] is a grandchild of [ APHRODITE & ZEUS ] with the power of [ CHARMSPEAK & ELECTROKINESIS ] . they were born in [ 1997 ] and have been in nemean lion since [ 2016 ] . with the change, they [ HAVE GRADUATED FROM ] the [ AMBASSADOR ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ posting on instagram & keeping up to date on all the latest trends ] . if you’d like to meet them try the [ SUN ] building . — maeve / she/her / cst / 18+.

meet abel firoetti-badeaux:

about:

growing up in the public eye has placed an incredible amount of pressure on abel. this was only fueled by their parents, who in wanting the best for their child, pushed them to excel. and abel did excel, they were the perfect child. on the outside.

on the inside, they were struggling to live up to the expectations. struggling to be perfect. and this led to more than a few angry outbursts and a good amount of healthy, teenage rebellion. and ultimately, to neaman lion. though it was worth mentioning, it was always sort of expected that they’d attend.

they selected the ambassador path, it felt right, and it was a good fit. they’ve always had a strong social media presence, they’re charming, they know what the people want. it makes sense that they’re an influencer, though they make an effort not to behave like a typical influencer. they don’t ask for free handouts, they pay for things.

but despite having everything they could ask for, abel has always wanted more from life. they crave substance, they want to do something that means something. they’ve tried to channel this into doing outreach and volunteer work and raising awareness on their platforms, but it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. and those closest to them have started to pick up on how unhappy they are.

fun facts:

abel has modeled on a professional level, something they enjoyed. they wouldn’t make a career out of it, but it’s worth mentioning.

they’ve always had an incredible fashion sense, helped in part by their parents fortune. they’ve been known to push the boundaries, wearing dresses and skirts on occasion.

abel loves nail polish, but also sucks at painting their own nails. so they’ve settled on getting regular manicures, which they don’t mind, self care is important.

their biggest vice is smoking and they know it’s bad which is why they try to hide it. i’m taking secretly sneaking out to smoke, smoking in a bathroom. it’s not pretty, but stress keeps driving them back.

abel is the kind of person who wears dress shoes without socks. they like the exposed ankle look.

they like to party, but they’ve always managed to stay out of the papers. meaning no wild, out of control partying. but it’s also not uncommon for them to bring someone home after a night out.

they have a temper, something they’ve done a good job at keeping in check but every once in a while they explode.

they bite their lip - when they’re nervous, worried, bored, dozing off, basically all the time.

character inspiration:

nate archibald (gossip girl), flash thompson (spider-man), ronan lynch (the raven cycle), william magnusson (skam), tyler lockwood (the vampire diaries), jackson avery (greys anatomy)

limitations:

[ CHARMSPEAK ]: considered to be a rare power, it was unheard of for legacies to possess it. but as the child of a powerful charmspeaker, perhaps it makes sense. though, they haven’t put much thought into it. in fact, they remained unaware of this ability for most of their life, wrongfully assuming they possessed a nature charm. it was only after their arrival at nl, when they saw how differently people reacted that they put two and two together. they’re far from mastering this ability, but they have learned to use it to their advantage, though it’s also worth noting they tend to avoid using it on other demigods- when they’re actively controlling it that is.

[ ELECTROKINESIS ]: unlike their charmspeak abilities, they have always been aware of this ability. however, similar to charmspeak they don’t fully understand this ability. and admittedly, they haven’t spent much time working on learning to control it. therefore, it makes sense that they have yet to gain control of this ability. the few times they’ve successfully controlled lightning have been out of anger, and it’s left them incredibly exhausted. with training they might gain a better understanding and control of this ability, but they haven’t shown any desire to take this step.

pinterest board: coming soon

playlist: coming soon

wanted connections:

FULL SIBLINGS. two-three, younger than abel. they’d have a combination of french & italian names bc their parents are those people. i think they’d be close but not too close, ya know ?? they’d get on each other’s nerves but at the end of the day, they’d have each others backs.

THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY. they could have been everything, they should have been everything but for whatever reason they weren’t. and abel told themselves they were alright, but they aren’t. letting them go was the single biggest mistake of their life. but they’re too damn stubborn to say anything.

HOOKUPS. what can i say, abel enjoys having sex. open to male, female, nb. they can be serious, they can be a one night-stand.

FLINGS. open to male, female, or nb. former or current. they’re fun until they aren’t, or they start getting serious and abel panics and runs.

BEST FRIEND. their other half, their person. think shawn & gus (psych), meredith & christina (greys), phoebe & joey (friends). they arent without fights, but at the end of the day they’re as thick as thieves.

FRIEND GROUP. think of the core friend group from the original gossip girl. they don’t have to be rich, but just like the general dynamic.

@nlupdates

#❝ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀᴄɪssɪsᴍ — abel fioretti–badeaux ⧸ about.#nlintro #nltask

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expectingtofly · 4 years

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SPN Stay at Home Challenge

Week 7: Thunderstorm

Thanks again to @bend-me-shape-me, @helianthus21, and @pray4jensen for creating this challenge!

I wasn’t expecting to write my version of the Missing HoursTM of Season 9 Episode 6 but here we are...

Dean rescues Castiel from his failed date/babysitting job and they go for a drive in the night, trying to come to terms with Castiel's newfound humanity.

Words: ~3k

also posted on my ao3

Just For Tonight

“Shit, I can’t see a damn thing.” Dean leaned forward as if getting closer to the windshield would help him see better through the dense, dark sleet of rain pounding the highway outside.

He glanced at Castiel but the angel—no, human, he had to keep reminding himself—didn’t speak, only stared out the window. He’d been silent the whole drive since Dean rescued him from his failed date/babysitting job. Dean wanted to ask if he was alright, but that seemed a ridiculous question. Of course he wasn’t.

Wind blew a smattering of rain onto the windshield and, giving up driving in such a storm, Dean eased Baby to the right of the highway, headlights illuminating the white line marking the border to the shoulder.

They sat there silently for a moment, he and Castiel, staring out the windshield at the night, at the steady stream of water pouring from the heavens, thick lines like hippy strings of beads hanging over a doorway.

Rescuing Castiel from his miserable night, Dean had never seen him look so...drained. So defeated. Not knowing what to do or say, Dean had taken matters into his own hands and done what he knew best. Drive. He’d taken long, winding roads out of town, found the highway, and headed east. He’d passed exits for motels, ignored the flashing lightning and the thick clouds crowding out the stars, the rumbling thunder. Didn’t speak, just drove. And then the clouds had let loose a sudden outpouring, smothering the faint moonlight.

Dean tapped the steering wheel in a staccato mimicking the rain and glanced at Castiel, who sat slumped against the door, his head resting on the window. Dean couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Castiel sit without ramrod posture and at the sight a fear surged in him, a fear which had settled in the pit of his stomach when he first saw Castiel working in the gas station.

Castiel was still wearing the same jeans and white shirt he’d been wearing then and the unfamiliarity of his outfit only increased Dean’s worry that he didn’t know this Castiel, that this newly human Castiel was someone else entirely than angel Castiel. Dean stared back out the windshield.

“Wish you had your wings so you could zap us out of this storm,” he said. He was struck by a flash of regret at “wings,” but the rest of the words fell off too fast to stop them. Fuck. He clenched the steering wheel and waited for human Castiel to...he didn’t know what. Curse him out, leave the car and disappear in the storm, tell him to shut up and think for once, for one goddamn moment, before he spoke.

But Castiel only said, very much like his matter-of-fact angel-self, “They would be very convenient right now.” He shifted, hunching his shoulders slightly as if remembering what used to rest on them.

Dean wished Castiel still had his wings just so he could zap away and leave Dean to his self-loathing. He was always saying the wrong things, imagined a scale in Castiel’s mind with one side labeled “Reasons to Put Up With Dean,” and the other, “Reasons to Leave Dean’s Bullshit.” The scales were tipping dangerously now.

Trying to change the subject, Dean tapped the window to his left. “Sam and I would play this game when we were kids where we’d race the raindrops on our windows.”

Castiel pulled his head from the window to look at him, his head tilted in the “I don’t understand” manner of his. So human Castiel still did that.

Dean tried to explain. “We’d each choose a raindrop.” He pointed to a raindrop resting at the top of the window. “And whoever’s reached the bottom of the window first won.” He traced the raindrop’s course as it slipped down the window and broke at the bottom, turning into a trickle.

“But there’s no skill involved,” Castiel said, sitting up. “The winner wins entirely by chance.”

“Yeah, but that’s not the point. It’s just some game kids play when they’re bored to death on a long car ride.”

Castiel sighed and sunk into his seat. “I suppose I should start learning more about human things, the games they play.” He sounded so sad about the prospect that Dean didn’t say anything else, figuring he couldn’t make things worse if he kept his mouth shut. He fiddled with the heat controls, caught the low whine of the heat turning on and pouring through the vents.

Castiel crossed his arms. “Do I…” He stared out the windshield. The rain struck the hood of the car so fiercely it seemed likely to dent. “Do I seem different to you without my wings or powers?”

“No,” Dean answered quickly because it seemed like the right answer considering the alternative. “Why? Do you feel different?”

Castiel shrugged. “My wings were a part of me. Imagine losing your arm or leg.”

“Oh.” He’d never realized how significant wings were beyond practical use. Castiel had never spoken of them when he was an angel.

“And without my grace...” Castiel turned his hands palms up and stared at them. The corner of his mouth twitched. “I’m essentially a ‘baby in a trench coat,’ as you would say.”

Dean winced. One of the idiotic things he’d said which threatened to tip Castiel’s scale permanently towards, “Stay Away At All Costs.”

Plucking at his jeans, Castiel frowned. “I’m not wearing the trench coat anymore though, so I don’t even have that.”

“Cas, I didn’t mean that stupid shit.” Castiel dropped his hands onto his lap. “Besides, I said that a long time ago. You shouldn’t listen to anything I said back then. Shouldn’t listen to any crap I say now if we’re being honest.”

The rainfall lightened for a moment, then resumed its drubbing. Castiel leaned back against the seat and his shoulders sloped down once again. Dean studied him. If he hadn’t known Castiel was now human, would he have guessed? This Castiel was sadder, quieter, but that wasn’t strictly a human trait. Of course he’d be grieving losing his grace. And he still looked the same, still acted the same...only now there was a somber air about him, a heaviness to his movements. Some smoothness, airiness inherent to an angel, gone.

Maybe he wouldn't have been able to tell Castiel was human, but he would’ve known something was off. At the same time, though, he would’ve known with certainty that this person sitting next to him was still Castiel, not a possessed body and certainly not Jimmy Novak. Dean knew this because sitting here with Castiel didn’t feel strange or uncomfortable like sitting next to a stranger would. It felt completely natural.

“Buddy, come on, you’re breaking my heart.” Castiel looked over and Dean gestured to him. “No one thinks any less of you for not having wings or powers. You may not be wearing the trench coat and all, but you’re still you, just without all the bells and whistles.”

God, that was stupid. Why couldn’t he explain anything right?

But Castiel nodded solemnly. “I suppose that might be true.”

Maybe his stumbling words had been good enough, at least to outweigh “baby in a trench coat.” Dean smiled at Castiel, which was a mistake, because then Castiel looked at him with those piercing eyes that never ceased to make him weak in the knees.

Dean swallowed and looked away. He leaned his arm on the window sill, felt the cold from outside seep through his sleeve. Where did he and Castiel stand? After purgatory, he had thought...but they’d never put a name to anything and now with the whole mess with Sam and Ezekial and Metatron—he and Castiel couldn’t be together. Not now.

He’d tried to make that clear. Hadn’t he tried to help Castiel go on a date earlier tonight? And he couldn’t forget that Castiel had slept with that reaper, that bitch who’d then tricked him and tortured him—instinctively Dean clenched his hand into a fist—but, regardless, it seemed Castiel had moved on. And Dean was trying too. Trying being the key word.

“Are you sure I can’t come back to the bunker?” Castiel asked, so quietly Dean almost lost the words in the storm outside.

He looked at Castiel and hesitated, hoping to find a way to soften his immediate answer. But something in his face must have told Castiel anyway because Castiel sighed and looked out his window.

“I’m sorry, Cas. After Sam is better—”

“I know.” Castiel fiddled with his sleeve. “I just...miss you.”

Dean waited for him to finish the sentence. Miss “you guys” or “you and Sam,” but Castiel let the single you hang in the space between them, suspended between the rattling rain and a crack of thunder.

Dean looked down at his hands. “I miss you too,” he said.

He heard the slide of Castiel’s clothes across the bench seat and saw Castiel’s knee bump his. He raised his eyes and Castiel’s eyes searched his. Dean wondered what Castiel saw in them, how he could gaze for so long. Wondering what they revealed, he nearly drew back, but then Castiel lowered his eyes, leaned forward, and kissed him.

Dean thought about pulling away, telling Castiel he couldn’t, not when he knew that in a few hours he’d have to leave Castiel at that gas station, drive away and leave him standing there to manage being a human alone. But instead he put his hand to Castiel’s face and kissed him back.

Rain pounded the roof and windows around them, making the car seem somehow smaller. Surrounded as they were by dark and rain, they could be anywhere. Baby might be sitting at the bottom of the ocean or settled in one of the dark clouds up in the sky. It didn’t matter when all Dean could think of was Castiel leaning into him.

Castiel slid his hand up Dean’s thigh and now, reluctantly, Dean pulled away. “Cas,” he started, “you know we can’t be together—”

“Just for tonight,” Castiel said and took Dean’s hand, slid his fingers in between Dean’s. Dean looked down at their hands and knew it was selfish. Knew he’d only feel worse leaving Castiel in the morning, knew his resolve would have to be that much stronger to drive away. But for now, he let himself be weak.

They kissed, again, deeper. Dean touched Castiel’s shirt, the feel all wrong, he wanted the trench coat, but it didn’t matter now anyway because Castiel unbuttoned it and shrugged it off his shoulders, leaving his skin bare to Dean’s hands. He shivered under Dean’s touch and the familiarity of it all swelled in Dean’s chest into something akin to shame. For leaving Castiel time after time, for knowing he’d do it again.

Castiel tugged Dean’s jacket and Dean pulled it off, his elbow hitting the steering wheel. Castiel took it from him and dropped it onto the floor of the car.

“The backseat,” Castiel said. He clambered over the seatback and Dean followed, feeling almost guilty at how eager Castiel was. He sat heavily on the backseat, drawing his legs over the front seat to the floor. Castiel straddled him and Dean touched his side. “This is new.”

Castiel looked down at the Enochian symbols inked across his skin. “Now the angels can’t find me.”

Another reminder that he was human. Dean took Castiel’s face in his hands and lifted it to look in his eyes. There wasn’t anything he could say, so he kissed him instead and hoped that might be enough.

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Dean held Castiel close, warm, bare skin against his, and they lay and listened to the rain slowing, drops hitting Baby less intensely, more sporadically, than its former constant drumming. Thunder rumbled low in the distance and then it was quiet save for stray rain drops smacking the roof and the low hum of Baby’s engine.

Castiel lay with his back against Dean’s chest and Dean felt the rise and fall of his breathing. Looking out the opposite window, he was relieved to see it was still dark outside. They still had a few hours.

He pushed his nose into Castiel’s hair, breathed in the scent of him. Maybe there was something else essentially angel that was gone now that Castiel was human. Not that sex with him wasn’t as incredible as always, but Castiel felt more vulnerable now. More mortal, if that was something that could even be sensed. Dean had never worried so much about Castiel before. Living on his own, working, meeting people. If the events earlier tonight had proven anything, it was that Castiel was still woefully unsuited to being human.

Castiel shifted, lifted his head from Dean’s arm and looked out the window above their heads. Dean thought he was going to comment on the rain stopping, but he reached out and tapped a spot high up on the window. “That one’s mine.”

Dean tilted his head back and looked at the rain speckled glass. “This one.” He pushed himself onto his elbow and pointed to a drop, his hand bumping Castiel’s.

They watched as the raindrops meandered down the window, Dean’s hitting another drop and gaining speed, then changing course, turning to the side, and slowing. Dean tapped the glass to shake his raindrop from its reverie and Castiel pushed his hand away. He pointed at his raindrop inching to the edge of the window. It disappeared from view. “Mine won!”

“You cheated,” Dean said, smiling at Castiel’s genuine excitement.

“I did not. You’re the one who tried to cheat.” He settled back down and Dean rested his head on the door. He looked at Castiel, dreading when they’d have to part in the morning. Pushing it from his mind, he traced his finger over Castiel’s back, between his shoulder blades. Castiel shivered a little and Dean wondered if that’s where his wings had sprouted, wished he had shown more interest in them when Castiel still had them.

“What did your wings look like?” he asked. Castiel looked up at him and he added hastily, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to—”

“I don’t mind.” Castiel shifted on the seat, the leather squeaking. “It’s hard to explain in non-angelic terms.” He was silent for a moment. “I suppose they would’ve looked black to you, and shiny.”

“With feathers and everything?”

Castiel nodded. “You’ve seen, in a way, when I’ve shown you their shadow.”

“Like when we first met and you were showing off.”

Castiel smiled. “Yes, like then.”

A car passed them on the highway, first a whirring, then a spray of water smacking Baby’s windows.

“We should get going,” Dean said, trying to sound indifferent, as if he wasn’t always the one putting a stop to moments like this, pushing Castiel away when that was the complete opposite of what he knew they both wanted.

Castiel nodded, his hand resting heavily on Dean’s stomach. Light from a passing car shone through the window and spotted Castiel’s skin with raindrop shadows.

“Dean.”

“Yes?”

“Even if I had my wings, I wouldn’t have “zapped” us away out of the storm.” His fingers raised momentarily to make air quotes and Dean smiled a little. Angel or human, he was still undeniably Castiel. “I would’ve wanted to stay here with you.” Castiel ran a finger over Dean’s chest. “I wouldn’t mind being human if it was always like this.”

Dean blinked quickly at the sudden sting of tears. Dammit, Cas, he thought. How could he leave this very sad, very human Castiel? When everything, his very identity, had been taken from him? But Dean had to.

He tried to reason with himself that this was for Castiel’s benefit: Castiel was human now; he didn’t have to be entangled in Winchester problems. But Dean saw the scale tipping out of his favor.

Leaning down, he kissed the top of Castiel’s head and knew it wasn’t enough. Castiel wrapped his arms around him, pressed his forehead to his chest, and with a deep regret, Dean let himself settle into this moment for a little longer, let himself pretend nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond the rain-streaked, fogged windows and warmth of Castiel’s embrace, the touch of their rain-freckled skin.

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❝ i would rather die of passion than boredom ❞

huh, who’s DARREN BARNET? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually TEDDY LUPIN. he is a THIRTY ONE year old HALFBLOOD wizard who is a HIT WIZARD. he is known for being ABSENTMINDED, GULLIBLE, IMPATIENT, IMPRUDENT, and IMPETUOUS but also STEADFAST, AFFABLE, NURTURING, UNINHIBITED, and JAUNTY, so that must be why he always reminds me of the song WHAT I GOT BY SUBLIME and ASH TRAY FULL OF DISCARDED CIGARETTE BUDS, COLORFUL HAWAIIAN SHIRTS AND LEATHER JACKETS, MAGICAL TATTOOS THAT SHIFT AND CHANGE, TOUSLED HAIR THAT CHANGES COLOR DAILY, BOISTEROUS LAUGHTER, BRUISED KNUCKLES, MISMATCHED SOCKS, WIDE RECKLESS GRINS, and SCARS WITH UNTOLD STORIES. i hear he is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

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GENERAL

FULL NAME: Edward Remus Lupin NICKNAME(S): Teddy, Ted AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 31, 04/14/1998 OCCUPATION: Hitwizard GENDER: Cis Man PRONOUNS: He/Him/His HOMETOWN: Yorkshire, England CURRENT RESIDENCE: Edinbrugh, Scotland ALMA MATTER: Hogwarts, Hufflepuff House BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood

BIOGRAPHY

i’ll write something formal soon. but have some of my scattered af thoughts so far:

PARENTAL DEATH TW. first thing’s first - since this is a lil canon divergent there comes the question: are remus and tonks alive? yes and no. nymphadora tonks is still alive and well, even still working as an auror and living their best life (unless someone takes tonks up and changes it, get spicy if you want). remus on the other hand is not. after a life filled with adversity and trials, but very much love, remus john lupin passed away at the age of 43 - shockingly early for a wizard, though werewolf life expectancy was a lot shorter back then. teddy was only 5 years old. he doesn’t remember a lot about his father. he remembers his scratchy old sweaters, his jackets with elbow patches on them, and his scarred up face that didn’t seem so scary whenever he smiled widely at him. everything else that teddy knows about remus is from family and friends and his mother, who like to tell him everything he wants to know. it’s almost like he knew him for more than a handful of years.

DEATH TW. yes, harry was teddy’s godfather - and considering remus didn’t make it for long, he was kind of like a father figure to him. but teddy wasn’t exactly raised by harry. tonks was still around, so he had a parent, but he also had his grandmother andromeda and grandfather ted (after whom he’s named) to help with raising him. and he was basically adopted into the “wotter” fold, so he has more relatives and parental figures than a boy could ask for. but outside of his immediate family, he was rather close to his godfather harry - and hasn’t really coped with the fact that he’s gone. feeling a brotherly love for the potter children, teddy chose to be brave in the face of loss in order to be a reliable shoulder for them to lean on, someone strong for them. deep down he’s utterly broken up about it, and is probably going to break down eventually. that’s two dads he’s lost in his short life. someone give him juice and a hug.

before this most recent tragedy, teddy was a pretty chipper guy. he’d always been an optimist and a happy go lucky kid. his youth was spent running around the burrow with his extended family/friends and on adventures with his mum. tonks wanted him to be a happy kid, especially after remus was gone, and so the two spent a lot of time just going around and having fun. they’re thick as thieves, and when it had come time to go to hogwarts the only qualms he had was in leaving his mother. he had been attached to her hip, but he found himself comfortable in due time. following in tonks’s footsteps he ended up a hufflepuff, though he could have been a gryffindor. he could be boisterous and rowdy when he wanted to be, but above all else he was a kind and just boy, caring and loyal to a fault. he’s always been a wee bit of a nurturer, though that may have to do with being raised around the large wotter clan, of which he is eldest so he took a lot of pride in watching after the little ones. but that responsibility didn’t keep him from being a fun and mischief loving boy.

as soon as he left hogwarts, he entered into the auror training program with hopes to work beside his mother. he actually graduated from that and would have continued that path but eventually he found himself more interested in the hit wizard division and took up a post there. he’s been working as a hit wizard since, going on some pretty wild missions to track down dark wizards. he loves the job, even with its risks and hazards, and deep down he hopes that his father would be proud of his line of work.

per the expectation of many, teddy dated his childhood and family friend victoire weasley. as far as first romances/young love goes, it was pretty great. they’d known each other their whole lives, which meant that there wasn’t as much awkwardness or discomfort in being himself around her, none of that “getting to know you” stage. they already knew each other, what was there to be embarrassed about? the pair had dated a decent amount of time... that was until the decision for victoire’s healing training came up. when talk of training in france came along, teddy was faced with a somewhat difficult decision: support her growth even if it meant going far away for a bit or try and convince her to stay. he’s never been a selfish guy, so the answer had come pretty quickly. and france wasn’t that far - not when apparition and portkeys were a thing. surely they could make it work... except they didn’t. communication was not their speciality it turned out, so when teddy eagerly encouraged her to go train abroad their relationship crumbled. to this day he doesn’t really understand why. outwardly he acts pretty cool and indifferent, almost as if it doesn’t phase him, and enough time has passed where he’s basically accepted it as over, but deep down he questions what the hell happened there and what things would have been like now if he hadn’t been so passive about his desire to make it work out. he tries not to dwell on that, though - things happen and he kinda goes with the flow when they do.

when it comes to conflict and war, there was really only one side for teddy to take. of course he went with the order - what else was he going to do? his parents were in the order. his family was in the order. when it came down to it, he knew that he had to join their ranks and fight for their cause. it wasn’t even a question, and he doesn’t regret the choice to take up arms. as a hitwizard it’s his job to apprehend dark wizards and stop them from harming the community, so he was pretty much already doing as much. he won’t hesitate to do what’s expected and to fight. this is the kind of thing his father fought for, and that his godfather would stand up and fight for. teddy feels that, per their memory, it’s his duty to do so - especially as more of his friends and family join the fight as well. he feels a deep obligation to be there to protect them and fight beside them. the last thing he wants is to lose anyone else, and he would willingly throw himself in front of them if it meant saving their lives. and if it came down to it, he’s ready to put his life on the line for the entire cause. anything to see a better tomorrow.

idk my thoughts are so scattered like i’ll be editing the shit outta this over the next few days so tune in.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic LANGUAGES: English, Gobbledegook FAMILY: Nymphadora Tonks (mother), Remus John Lupin (father) †, Andromeda Tonks (maternal grandmother), Ted Tonks (maternal grandfather), Lyall Lupin (paternal grandfather) †, Hope Lupin (maternal grandmother) †, Harry Potter (godfather) †, many many others PETS: a toller named Lenox FACE CLAIM: Darren Barnet ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries MBTI: TBD PINTEREST: (x)

WANTED CONNECTIONS

hogwarts gang ok

work friends? where the hitwizards at??

idk come at me with whatever.

bonus:

tattoo details:

"je t’aime” written in handwriting that is mostly certainly not teddy’s. he won’t elaborate on this one. it is slowly fading away as the years go by.

lilies which is a clear representation of lily luna potter, whom he considers to be like a sibling. the lilies wilt and bloom with the seasons. he definitely has tattoos for each of the wotters which he has adopted as siblings/cousins, i’m just too damn lazy to come up with them / idk they’re probably in places not visible in this drawing afheiahpfiea

a lightning bolt which is new, it shimmers and shines and represents the man who was like a father for him. a snitch to represent his quidditch days. the snitch flies along his arm.

a wolf which roams his arm and howls whenever its the full moon. there is a hand which is always giving a peace sign, but when teddy is angry a neon yellow outline reveals a hand flashing the middle finger.

marauder’s footprints which sometimes walk along his arm. beneath each set of footprints are initials: JP for James Potter, SB for Sirius Black and RJL for Remus John Lupin.

the andromeda constellation with stars that shimmer and shine during the night time. a match, possibly the only truly aesthetic one. idk i saw it and liked it ahfeiahfpe

some random teddy sketches

#potterintro

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Never Ran Smooth (Part 25 - Finale + Sequel Info)

Hey everyone, this is the last chapter of Never Ran Smooth, but there is a sequel coming really soon! I actually am about to start the first chapter! I know this chapter was a little short, but I'm really excited for the sequel. Follow me and stay tuned! Probably will post chapter one of the sequel when I hit 100 followers and I’m only two away!!!

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The course of true love never did run smooth

I must’ve fallen asleep for a moment, but when I woke up, thunder was ringing through the air like gunshots. I flinched, but then JJ kissed my forehead. He knew I was out of it and just held me tightly.

“How long was I out?” I asked. He played with a strand of my hair and assured me wasn’t out for long. I cuddled into him and smiled. I watched as my brother came into the tent and sat besides us. He nodded at JJ and they exchanged looks of trust. It made me so happy. Just as I thought things might work out for a second, the tent began to fill with commotion.The lighthouse was illuminated again and we became aware of a chase. We exchanged looks of worry as we listened to the captain tell the agents that John and Sarah were trying to escape south. We knew the plan was Mexico, but the storm was coming in from the south. They would never make it. I could feel JJ tensing up as we continued to listen to radio signals. I grabbed his hand and kissed his cheek.

“I’m fine,” he mumbled back. I could tell he wasn’t though. I gave his hand another squeeze and he looked at me. “I said I’m fine.” “I know,” I responded. “If anyone can do this it’s John.”

“I know that,” he said.

We all sat there in agony, waiting for any sign that they got away. The rain poured down against the tent. If it was this bad here, I couldn’t imagine what it was like outside. I tried to stare out the small plastic window, but it was just coated by rain and flashes of lightning. Everything was agonizing. Kie was trying her best to hold in her tears and Pope sat and stared in front of him. I’d never seen either of them like this.

After what felt like hours, Shoup and two other cops came in. We all stood up as quickly as we could and walked to meet them.

“Did you find them?” Pope asked. We all stared at them desperately.

“No,” Shoupe said.

“So they got away?” Kie said. There was hope in her voice as she looked around. It was uncomfortably silent for a moment and I knew what that meant.

“We, uh... we lost them.” Shoupe said with sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry.”

Pope asked him what he meant. I stared at him and felt tears well up in my eyes. I looked at JJ who was filled with a million emotions: guilt, anger, sadness. JJ turned and walked away from us for a second. I wanted to reach out and comfort him, but I knew he didn’t need that right now.

“They took an open boat into a tropical depression, Pope,” Shoupe said firmly.

“So they’re dead?” Kie asked. There was no emotion coming from her.

“We don’t know,” he asked.

“You drove them straight through the storm, man!” JJ yelled. Finally the damn broke and he was breaking down with it. He grabbed onto Shoupe. “Are you kidding me? Come here! I'm gonna kill you!”

“JJ stop!” I yelled, crying. The other cops restrained him and Pope got into Shoupe’s face. I watched almost in slow motion. I felt lightheaded and sick. I sank to my knees, feeling dizzy. Jasper knelt beside me as I cried. JJ joined us shortly and I jumped into his arms. Just as it calmed down a little bit, Kie’s parents walked into the tent. She hugged them both. Then Pope’s parents. Then mine. My mom hugged Jasper and I and my dad looked at us. I turned away from him and saw Heyward hug JJ. That made my heart feel a little better.

“Savannah,” my dad’s voice said. I turned around and all of a sudden my world went black.

I woke up in a room filled with white. White walls, white sheets, and bright, white lights. I stared at them before turning to look at my side. Sitting next to me was Jasper. I sat up and realized where I was, a hospital.

“You’re up,” Jasper said. I nodded and rubbed my eyes.

“Where’s JJ?” I asked. I wanted him here with me. I needed to know that he wasn’t alone right now. I heard Jasp chuckle and point to the other side of the room. There was JJ, curled up on a recliner in the room. I let out a sigh of relief as I laid back against the hospital bed.

“You really scared us, passing out like that,” Jasp said. “You’re lucky JJ never takes his eyes off of you or you could’ve hit your head pretty bad.”

I smiled and stared at the sleeping boy. He looked so stressed out, even in his sleep. I asked Jasp if he could get me some water and he agreed. As soon as he had left the room, I remembered what had happened.

“JJ…” I mumbled. He shot up immediately and rushed to my side. I smiled at him as he grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?”

“Am I okay?” he asked angrily. “Sav, you in a hospital bed with broken ribs and slight internal bleeding and you have the audacity of asking me if I’m okay?” “Are you?” I asked. He looked at me and said no. It broke my heart. He must’ve been really tired because he didn’t argue with me. He didn’t try to bottle up everything. He just cried. I held his hand as he buried his face into my stomach and cried. “We did everything we could.”

“And it wasn’t enough,” JJ replied. I rubbed the back of his head and tried to comfort him. “I’m sorry. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” I said, wiping his tears away. He stared at me with the saddest look I have ever seen and felt my heart shattering to pieces. I knew it would be a while before my boy smiled again.

Where do we go from this? How do we go on? Where would life take us next?

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Boy Wonder & The Young Goddess -Part Four-

Dick Grayson (titans) x Reader

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Uhhhhh, surprise? I’m back, I think.

I owe each and every single one of you an explanation for my absence. When I finished and posted the third chapter I thought I was going to be able to keep caught up with the oncoming chapters but the problem was that they weren’t written yet. I kept coming back to try and write the next chapter and with each try I fell out of the motivation to write it. After how many months and FINALLY finishing my exams I am now back and ready to go. Love you all, I missed Dick Grayson.

This will be a series! So stay tuned for more chapters to come!

The plot: When Y/N gets a sign from the gods to go after a troubled girl, she stumbles upon and reconnects with a dear friend from her past.

Warnings: the use of the word ‘fuck”

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Even as an Amazon you still somehow got migraines, and yeah if you’re wanting to know they’re still a mega pain in the ass. The tea session with Gar had sparked some suppressed emotions which is probably a positive thing but damn did they mess with your head, literally. The best option was to swallow yourself in the mattress that was very much calling your name. Your knees were close to your chest as you tried to wait out the pain. Surprisingly in an apartment full of vigilantes there were no painkillers, then again Dick is more of the ‘brooding and ignoring the pain’ type of guy.

Another bolt of pain shot through your temple as your fist grabbed the sheet which followed with the rest of your body clenching in pain. A quiet “fuck” left your lips as you smacked the bed trying to get the frustration out without blasting out the windows with an energy tantrum. As the storm moved from where Dick was in town it settled over you and surrounded the tower with a hollow shower of rain, thankfully no lightning and thunder. The calming rhythm of the droplets gave you something to focus in on instead of the pressure that was clouding your mind.

You stretched your hand out from under the pillow and held it above where you and Dick once laid this morning, slowly lowering it onto the still crumpled bedding. It was an odd feeling. The bed felt uneven without him even though your whole life had been balanced this entire time. You couldn't start wanting him now, especially after the mini lecture you had given him this morning about Kory and putting her first. You sharply retracted your hand and slid it back to the pillow before anyone noticed, even if the apartment was just about empty.

As you were settling in bed Gar was settling into the corner of the couch watching the rain fall. He thought that he might as well take this moment for granted. There was no one after him, no one currently fighting their way into the apartment and especially no one to interrupt him. It was just a silent conversation between his open thoughts that still danced around your prior conversation and the rain’s simple song of serenity. Unknown to him, that serenity wouldn’t last long.

Kory and Rachel were ahead of Dick as he finished paying for the small lunch they had. His hand was struggling to fit in the tight pocket as he was desperately trying to push the coins away somewhere. As he looked up from the change dilemma he noticed how far ahead the others were and jogged to catch up. The concrete was still covered in a thin film of water as it released the remaining smell of rain and the city noise around him cut into his ears. You would be surprised at how deafening the city can be but as his phone bleeped a passing car honked. His phone rattled around in his jacket pocket as the screen lit up with a stoic message from Donna.

Donna-Received at 12:48pm

I’m coming to the apartment. Don’t be alarmed if you hear a knock at the door.

The screen slowly dimmed and got ignored as the notification got sucked away by the soundtrack of the city streets.

Sure, Dick hated how loud the city was but after this he would loathe it. Soon the cars and busy people would be replaced by your screaming and tears.

The screen close to the door lit up with a message of ‘intruder’ which caught Gar’s attention. The tiles were cool against his feet when he turned to go wake you, motivated by his state of panic. As he reached for the doorknob he pulled himself away biting his lip as he tossed up whether he should wake you or not. The alert rang through the apartment again but was interrupted as the elevator doors slid open. As Gar’s eyes made contact his stomach dropped. This wasn’t good. And it wasn’t bad. His calming afternoon quickly turned into a nightmare. A pair of leather boots stood in front of him with a very particular rope attached to their hip.

“With that look on your face I’m betting you didn’t know I was coming?” Her smile pressed into her dimples as she flicked her dark hair from her eyes. Gar got caught back to the situation in front of him and coughed out a chuckle trying not to look at your bedroom door in hopes of keeping your presence a secret.

Rachel had bounced into the passenger seat as she gulped down the remainder of her second coffee of the day. She went to jam it into the cup holder but it was occupied by Dick’s phone. He was too focused on trying to see the oncoming traffic as the car pulled out so she grabbed it and played with it. She missed having a phone, having some form of property other than her clothes. She tapped her boots together as she threw the thought around of trading her boots for a walkman but it was interrupted with an ear piercing siren coming out of the phone’s speaker.

“I SWEAR IT WASN’T ME!” Rachel screamed as she tried shutting the noise off. Dick’s head whipped around to see a red flashing notification come across his screen. It was a security camera image with the word ‘intruder’ pasted along it. There stood Donna looking up at the camera with a disgruntled expression across her face. He slapped the steering wheel and pushed the gas pedal down as Kory and Rachel sat confused and alarmed.

“You know it’s just Donna right? Not some psycho killer maniac.” Kory pitched in as she leant forward to see just how angry Dick was but she didn’t see a face of anger. She saw a face that was caught up in the many flashes of childhood memories between the two of you, a face laced with fear. She lowered herself into the back seats and knew it involved you.

Really? As soon as she steps into the city Donna has to show up. Here we go again, around the twist. Two Amazons in the same apartment, wonder if it’ll even be standing by the time I get there. “Fuck!” This launched out of Dick’s mouth without his intention. Two pairs of eyes met his but he knew he had to focus on getting back to you before Donna did something to ruin it all, again.

Plan of attack: keep Donna in the lounge room and keep it quiet. If one of you knows you’re here then I’m stuck dealing with two Amazons. TWO!!!

Gar wanted to squeal and rip his hair out but he knew he had to try and keep a calm facade for the fate of this building. He had explained that they didn’t have phones so there was no way of Dick letting him know she would be coming, she just shrugged and agreed on how having no phones was probably their best bet at not being found and captured. That’s one topic off the checklist. Donna had taken the same position he had earlier on the couch as he offered her a tea which she gratefully accepted. His breathing had become shallow as he was silently praying for Dick to get his ass home now.

As he turned from facing the kettle back to the rest of the apartment he scanned the area for any remnants of you being there. It was a bit of a saviour that your armour melted back into you even though it was entirely weird and kinda gross. No belongings means no clues. He crossed his arms up and smiled to himself at what could be a successful plan of attack but as he stared out the windows his smile wavered. Donna wasn’t exactly paying attention to him but that damn calm facade had to stay up.

Looking back at him was your sword in all its glory lying along the outside coffee table. He heard you out there last night with Dick, talking and silencing the giggles you shared. You would definitely kick yourself later for leaving it out there. The kettle was reaching its boiling point and so were his ideas.

Click.

As the water settled from its boiling point so did his momentary worries. If she can’t see it then she won’t know. New plan of attack. Distract. Gar rushed and made her tea as he smoothly asked if she would want to sit at the kitchen island bench, his excuse? It was right under the heater. Her face twisted and she hummed but came over to him anyways. Lucky for Gar his suspicious attitude was overrun by what she thought was a boyish charm.

The elevator doors couldn’t open fast enough as the trio stumbled into the apartment with all the groceries immediately hitting the ground. The clambering footsteps alarmed them both as they were met with three other huffing faces. There was no fire. No damage and most importantly no you.

“Okay, what is going on around here? First the apartment doesn’t let me in and then you guys act as if you’ve seen a god damn ghost!” Donna’s voice was raising higher as the seconds passed by. Gar stared past Donna’s shoulder right into Dick’s eyes. I know. Dick’s eyes twitched as he read what Gar’s face was saying, but the reality was that he didn’t actually know the truth.

You shifted beneath the covers as your senses came to, immediately hearing a full apartment. Hey, more food in the house makes me happy too. As you got up off the mattress you listened in and it wasn’t exactly joyful talk, you could feel the anxiety in the household.

Danger.

Dick.

You flew across the room and swung the door open, nearly ripping off the hinges. Your fists were glowing ready to fight but you were met with something much worse than a fight. You heard Dick sharply inhale a breath as Kory got in front of Rachel. She didn’t know your history but she knew two Amazons in the same apartment meant trouble.

“What the he-“ She turned from facing the elevator and her frame shuddered. Donna’s sentence got caught in her throat as she stared at you. Her chest was crumbling and you could feel it. She tried swallowing her breath but her dry throat wouldn’t allow it. Instead it came out as a single sob.

Your stance hardened as her gaze turned cold, glazed over. You knew if you fought her that you would win either way. Each muscle slowly relaxed as you returned to a standing position. This isn’t a time to fight.

“Donna just listen don’t start jumping to any of the ideas going through your head.” Dick was stepping towards her trying to settle anything, something to stop this. There was an eerie silence filled only with the sound of breathing. Her eyes didn’t stray from yours.

Dick looked as if he was trying to approach a wild animal with his hands up and a calm but shaking voice. His boots squeaked against the tiles and it all broke as if a pin had dropped.

A gold stream of light ripped through the apartment. “Y/N!” There was immediate screaming as everything broke loose. It was as if the sun had entered the room, light was streaming everywhere as they had to shade their eyes. Dick shut his eyes, trying to get through to you with his thoughts knowing you’d be able to hear them, pleading for you to stop. He had the wrong impression.

Inside the ball of light wasn’t a battle. Every strike Donna threw you blocked. This isn’t a time to fight. You would let her beat you to a pulp, pummel you into the ground but you wouldn’t lay a hand on her. Another blow came but it burnt. You back jolted as her heel came into contact with your chest. The fibres from the rope dug themselves into your neck as your knees dug into the floor. The light faded but the rope continued to glow.

Rachel gasped and clung onto Kory as the air was withering it’s way out of your lungs. She had you trapped with the rope around your neck and everyone sat there watching you choke. Now the tables have turned and you look like the intruder.

This isn’t a time to fight. Your hands came up to tug the rope and pull her closer to you. Her boots skidded against the floor and as you looked up to her eyes, they were no longer cold. Instead they reflected you in the pool of tears. Another sob worked its way from her chest and her body struggled to hold it together. She was shaking her head not being able to process who was in front of her. Dick could feel her betrayal and confusion from the other side of the room.

As you tugged the rope again she came that one step closer. A hushed sentence came from her trembling lips.

“You’re alive?”

As her breath left her body you left the building in a spark of light and her rope puddled on the floor. She couldn’t take her eyes off where you once were as everyone else kept still in the remaining silence.

It was as if she’d seen a ghost.

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doing-all-write · 5 years

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lighthouse

Ben and reader are doing a puzzle during a thunderstorm. Major fluff ensues.

Warnings: None! Just lots of fluff and mentions of sex on a One Direction blanket

Word Count: 3K

This is my first fanfic I’ve written and posted on here so any comments, feedback, anything! would be much appreciated!

"Ben."

"No, no. I got this."

"Ben. Seriously. Don't worry about it, it's not even worth it."

"Babe, we've literally been at this for two hours, there has to be -"

"Benny, we've checked EVERYWHERE. That puzzle piece is straight up gone, I'm sorry."

He looked up from his crouched position on the floor, green eyes squinted in determination, "No, this is a fresh puzzle. I refuse to believe this would happen to us."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay but it DID. I think we need to start processing the other stages of grief and hang up the towel on this one."

His profile lit up infrequently as the candle they had lit earlier threw light, and the smell of lavender, haphazardly around the room. The storm outside building as though sensing Ben's dejection. Thunder rumbled closer, rain beat the roof relentlessly as he turned his head up and stared deep into her own eyes.

"You really want to give up this easily? After all this time? Sweetheart...what does that say about your commitment to this relationship?"

She scoffed and bit her lips to contain a smile as Ben stared back, barely able to hold back his own smile.

He wished she would let the smile break free. He did everything in his power to make her smile as often as possible. It was one of his favorite parts of her. When they first met and he encountered her smile for the first time, he knew immediately he was a goner.

"Well, it means that I know when we're fighting a losing battle which is more than can be said for you-"

"Alright I said ONE time that I preferred DC to Marvel-"

"Which is one time too many! Babe, you were IN a Marvel movie for fuck's sake. I talked about how much I love Captain Marvel for an HOUR on our first date, how could you possibly not think I wouldn't take offense to that?" She crossed her arms and stood up straighter in a futile attempt to make her diminutive frame more intimidating.

Ben sighed and shook his head as he slowly rose up and stretched his arms over his head, "I know, and honestly I feel like even in the afterlife you'll be giving PowerPoint presentations on why I'm wrong and you're right."

"Well, yeah. Because I AM right and I DO have a PowerPoint to make that exact point because we had that Passion Party where we had to make a presentation on something we love."

"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't make it about me." Ben shot back and smiled broadly when he saw her scrunch up her nose and turn her head as she fought back another smile. He knew the right thing to say to fluster her.

Her index finger coaxed her bangs out of her eyes as she studied Ben, who in turn, was studying her.

She smiled, cocking her head, "What?"

He smiled back, "What do you mean, 'what'? Can't I just stare at my beautiful girlfriend?"

Her eyes flicked down, then back up to meet his gaze. "You really think so?"

His arms were around her in less than a second.

"Of course I do. Almost as beautiful as I am." he teased as she rolled her eyes and he bent down to plop a kiss onto her forehead.

She rested her head against his chest and let out a breath. He saw her shoulders sink down as the tension fell from her bones. She had been working so hard at the office. A new project at work had kept her late most days. Coupled with his shooting schedule they hadn't had much time to just, be with each other.

But they did now.

And that's when the power flickered off.

"Oh, you've got to be shitting me."

"Babe, you know I would never shit my favorite turd"

"I really regret ever telling you about that phrase."

"Why? It's so good, plus Joe thinks it's hysterical so he's picked up on it..face it sweetheart, you're a trendsetter."

"Yeah but why couldn't I have set a trend in, like, respecting women or having empathy?"

Her head rattled as Ben's chest shook with laughter, "I don't know darling but soon you'll be setting those trends, don't worry."

She sighed and rested her chin on his broad chest as she stared straight up at him. His face flickered in and out of the faint light the three wicks of the candle threw into the darkest corners of the room.

Thunder boomed directly overhead. The couch, chair and TV stand were ominous sentinels as lightning lit up the room periodically.

The floor felt comfortably solid as the apartment shook. What was really solid were the strong arms wrapped around her waist. She absentmindedly ran her hands over his forearms, back and forth. Feeling the fine blond hairs get coarse then smooth, over and over again.

"What are you thinkin' abou'?"

"Hmm, nothing really. I think I've reached nirvana."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'm totally at one with the universe."

"Hmm, and what does the universe say to you, my love?"

"It says that you should kiss me."

Ben exhaled a laugh that she felt break across her face. She grinned up at him as she stood on tip toes, presenting her lips to be kissed.

Ben took a moment to admire her lips. Her cupids bow, how full they were, the color of a rose. The first few times they had hung out, he assumed she was wearing lipstick but he was surprised to find out the first time she stayed the night that her lips were always that color.

When he had admitted this to her, she had laughed and buried her face in his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. He hadn't told her, but he had fallen in love with her in that moment.

And here they were. Wrapped up in each other and he was still madly in love with her.

A sliver of her pupil lit up in the flash of a lightening bolt, "Are you really going to go against the universe like this? You can't afford to give up some sweet karma. You have that audition in a few days and wouldn't it suck if you didn't do well, all because you wouldn't kiss me?"

"Jesus woman, alright, I'll kiss ya. Can't a man just admire his pretty girl?"

"Well, when you put it like that..." she grumbled as Ben's lips met hers.

One hand stayed glued to his shoulder while the other moved up to cup his cheek. The pad of her thumb smoothed out the tension that lived under his eyes. She could always tell when he was particularly stressed, his eyes carried the stress. The light in them, dimmer than normal, was the surest sign that he needed a night in. Maybe a massage. Definitely a blow job.

He pulled back and leaned his cheek into her hand. So soft, smelling faintly of the rose scented lotion she had put on earlier ("It's nice to smell nice! Plus then it's easier for Frankie to pick up my scent if I ever go missing" she had explained once as she walked out of the bathroom smelling like a botanical garden.) He grabbed her wrist and pulled the palm up to meet his lips as the thunder crashed around them.

He pressed his lips into the center of her hand (he always felt like his hands were comically large next to hers. Which she always made sure to give him grief about when he carried more glasses than she from the dishwasher.)

She hummed contentedly and smiled at him as he opened his eyes and met hers, dropping one of them into a wink as he lifted his head up and a soft smile cracked open.

God, he thought, we don't need any lamps. He just needed her smile. That would be enough for him.

"We should probably find more light sources." she mumbled begrudgingly, not wanting to move from Ben's embrace.

"Hmm, probably. Or..."

"Or...?"

"We just wait this one out and snuggle together?"

"You, Mr. Hardy, are a gentleman AND a scholar. Let's do it. WAIT." She had snatched his hand as he turned away to head toward the couch.

Ben's brows collapsed in towards each other as he took a step closer to her, "What is it, love? Is there something we forgot to do?"

She shook her head vehemently, reaching up to rake her fingers through her bangs to flatten them back into place (It was that damn cowlick. She could have sworn she had never had one before she had a particularly rough month and showed up on Ben's doorstep with them.)

"Can we use the One Direction blanket? You NEVER let m-"

"I NEVER let you use it?" He brought up a hand to his chest in a mock horrified gesture, "Need I remind you, I was the one that suggested once we have SEX on it because I know how much you love them-"

"Okay yes, that was an inspired idea. HOWEVER, you don't need to bring it up NOW-"

"Well I felt like my character was coming under ATTACK so, yeah, I'm going to defend myself!"

"Alright well-" she flung her hands up, and bugged her eyes out. Ben knew these signs, it meant that he was right, she just couldn't think of a better argument against him.

He smirked and walked away from her to the ottoman where he popped the top off to grab the bright pink blanket, emblazoned with all the members names of One Direction.

(He would never admit this but he was sure clouds wouldn't be as soft as this blanket. And so what if he napped under it sometimes when she wasn't home? That was nobodies business except his.)

He swung it around his shoulders and she thought that he would make an excellent king in a period piece. It would be all swirling capes, low lighting, hushed British accents talking urgently about who was going to invade who's land first. It would be boring as hell but with Ben in it, she would watch anything.

He walked over to her, opening his arms wide with the corners clutched in his hands. He engulfed her and her senses were blocked by fuzz, Ben's steady breathing and the feeling of being totally, and utterly, at peace.

"Alright, I'm going to start walking over to the couch, you're my eyes."

"Oh that's rich. I can barely see over your shoulder when I'm standing on my tip toes, how am I supposed to see when it's dark AND you're blocking my line of sight SIR?" She huffed as her words became clearer as she poked her head out of the cocoon.

He looked down and saw her bangs sticking up all over the place (why she got bangs when she had a cowlick he would never understand), tiny sparks glinting in her eyes as the lavender candle burned lower as time pressed on. He felt incredibly lucky in that moment. To be with the woman he loved was something he didn't take for granted.

He smiled and pirouetted around so he was looking over her shoulder, "Don't worry love, 'm gonna guide us. Your lighthouse, if you will" He heard a groan from the blanket.

"Oh babe, that's terrible."

"Yeah and you went all soft on the inside, didn't ya?"

The silence was all the answer he needed as he dropped a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Not my fault my boyfriend knows that I'm always a slut for cliches."

"I'm always a slut for you, my darling"

She gasped, "The height of romance!" as he laughed.

"Alrigh' love, we've arrived at our destination. How would you like to lay down?"

She took a moment. Ben knew she was staring off into the middle distance. It's how he always knew she was far away from him but he always knew she would come back.

They always came back to each other.

"Can I be laying on top of your chest?"

"Of course lovie, c'mon" he flipped them so his knees hit the back of the sofa. He untangled the blanket from them and handed it off to her with a solemn face.

"I'm giving this to you and TRUSTING you to spread this over us equally."

"Oh my god Benjamin, it was ONE time I ALLEGEDLY stole the covers and now I'll never be able to live that down."

"It only needs to happen one time!" He protested as he lowered himself onto the sofa, one arm tucked behind his head. She shook her head and clambered on top of him, blanket draped around her shoulders. She arranged the blanket, taking extra care to make sure they were both covered. (Grumbling the whole time about "picky boyfriends" and "defamation of character". She finally stopped when she felt his long fingers tickling her sides.)

She slotted her legs in between his and snuggled her head into his chest as she felt the comforting weight of his arm across her back. She reached her arms up to loosely wrap them around his neck, "I'm glad you're here with me."

He stared down at her, "Of course, love. I'm glad I'm here too. Dreadfully lonely at my place most of the time."

She felt her heart flutter in her chest. She suddenly became interested in the grain of Ben's t-shirt as she adopted a mock casual tone, as if the thought had just popped into her head and not a subject she had been desperately trying to broach for months, "It wouldn't be lonely if we moved in together."

The air stood still. Even the rain seemed like it was falling more softly. The thunder only distant booms as it marched on to the next town to terrorize.

She was ready to open her mouth and tell him it was a joke, something she had heard in a cheesy rom-com and wanted to see if it would work when suddenly,

"You want to wake up next to this ugly mug every day huh? Even when I'm hungover and grumpy as hell?"

She inhaled sharply and looked into his eyes, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't see any teasing there.

She found none. Just adoration, a softness, the faintest pinpricks of warm candlelight reflected back to her. Like lights guiding her home.

"Even your hungover face is obnoxiously cute, I can't even stand it. How can one man be so damn attractive?"

He chuckled as he brought his other arm around to hold her even closer to his body. "One day I'll teach you my secrets."

She hummed and snuggled deeper into his embrace.

As the thunder rolled away and the rain petered out into a trickle and finally stopped altogether; the sun rose and bore witness to two people, in love, content with the idea that home was no longer a place but a person.

And luckily, the sun wouldn't tell anyone they were under a One Direction blanket.

~~~~~

She woke the next morning, feeling lower to the ground than she remembered being upon falling asleep.

Her eyelids glowed with a warm light as the sun streamed through the blinds. Ben wasn't under her anymore.

She slowly pushed herself up and smacked her lips together a few times, trying to rid herself of the sleepy taste in her mouth.

One arm reached towards the sky as the other scratched her side. She blinked sleepily as she took in the room. All of her appliances flashing 12:00, indicating that the power had flickered back on late last night or early this morning. The candle had finally died out, the only sign it had been lit was the lingering scent of lavender.

Her feet hit the floor with a thud, and grasping the blanket around her shoulders to not let any of the warmth escape, she peeled her body up.

Her muscles loosened with every step as she went over to the table where they had abandoned the puzzle last night.

As she walked over, she felt something sticking to her foot. She crossed her ankle over her knee and bent down to peel off whatever had been stuck.

She brought the item up and realized, it was the last piece they needed to finish the puzzle.

She bit back a smile and caressed the rounded edges of the piece as her eyes meandered over the puzzle, her exploration paused by a post-it note stuck in the middle;

Went to my place to pick up some things and bring them over. xx

The smile broke free as she leaned over and slotted the last piece into place under the note. As she stood over the table surveying her work she heard the key in the door, Ben's voice wafting through the door as he called out to see if she was awake.

As she turned to him smiling, he stopped in the threshold, a box in his arms with two Starbucks cups balanced precariously atop.

They stood there, smiling at each other when Ben finally broke the silence to say,

"Hi, roomie."

She barked out a laugh, "Hi, roomie." She glanced back at the puzzle letting her finger tips drift over the ridges and valleys of the image they had put together, "I found the last piece."

"You did?" He asked as he set the box down and carried both cups over to her, offering her one.

"Yeah, it was stuck to my foot." She clasped the cup between her hands, letting the warmth seep into her fingers, studying Ben's profile as he examined the image, a slow smile creeping over his face.

"I bet you hid it from me last night just to convince me to move in with you."

A thousand half formed words spluttered through her lips as Ben calmly sipped his drink and slipped an arm around her shoulders.

"I-, no! That's not-Ben, I would never-"

A kiss to her temple finally halted the words, "I know my love, I know. I was joking. Though if we're half as good at living together as we are at puzzles then this whole thing will be smooth sailing."

Her head thudded against his shoulder as they stood, examining their handiwork. Sipping their coffee as this day, and the next, and their whole lives together, unfolded before them.

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turnupswritessometimes · 5 years

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Scars - KyoRu - Fruits Basket - Oneshot

Title: Scars

Word Count: 3102

Description: She had lied to him. Kyo wouldn’t have ever known – he never would have known. But it wasn’t like he meant to see. Really, it was her fault for leaving the door open when she was in the bath. He had only seen for a moment. That moment had been enough. It had been enough of a glance for him to see the silvery scars stretching over her neck and shoulder like lace. Scars that had come from him. His claws. * Set after the True Form arc. They say in the manga, Kyo doesn't leave any scars on Tohru, but I wanted to explore if he did. Hurt/comfort to a little bit of fluff.

Note: This is available on A03. I would post a link, but then Tumblr wouldn’t include it in search results.

She had lied to him.

Kyo wouldn’t have ever known – he never would have known. But it wasn’t like he meant to see. Really, it was her fault for leaving the door open when she was in the bath.

He had only seen for a moment – a flash of her pale back and her long hair tied in a neat bun on the top of her head. She hadn’t even turned around all the way, before his face was burning and he was slamming the door shut with such force that it shook the walls. That moment had been enough. It had been enough of a glance for him to see the silvery scars stretching over her neck and shoulder like lace. Scars that had come from him. His claws.

She had laughed it off when she came into the front room in those oversized pyjamas of hers. Ridiculously cliché, button up at the front pyjamas like something out of a storybook. Of course, they suited her, and Tohru’s friends were right, pink really was her colour. That was good, because Kyo’s face was still much the same colour.

“I’m so sorry, Kyo-kun, I just wasn’t thinking!” she said, sitting down like everything was normal.

Shigure muttered something about Kyo being lucky, though his eyes never strayed from the game show rerun on the TV – Kyo hoped he was just leaning into that bizarre creepy Uncle joke. Yuki simply gave him a look of pure disgust and disdain – a more intense version of the way he normally looked at him.

“I didn’t damn well mean to see!” Kyo had snapped.

His eyes had flickered to hers as he said it. He couldn’t help glancing at her shoulder, though the scars were covered now. Just the thought of them made a lump appear in his throat, like he had swallowed a plum. A plum that seemed to dry out his whole mouth and send his head reeling.

So, he stormed out of the room.

Kyo couldn’t deal with all those emotions – rage, guilt, disgust, remorse – and his master had always taught him to just walk away when that happened, so that he didn’t explode. He couldn’t head to the roof. She knew he always stormed there, so he hid himself in his room, stormed across it and flung himself down on his bed and-

Brooded.

The moment was gone. He was alone. What now? He’d never been told what to do next. Calm down, he guessed. Easier said than done. Kyo sat there, one hand curved into a fist as he stared at the wall. How long did he sit here and stew in his own guilt and hate and loathing? It just sat there, washing through him like a wave – like he was floating in the ocean and was being dragged along by the tide.

He was drowning.

He heard footsteps and listened to them fade away. He swallowed, paying attention to the bile receding down his throat. It was still sore, like he’d swallowed a dagger. He fell backwards onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling. The tree outside cast shadows across the blank white ceiling like reaching fingers.

So, take him already, he thought. If he couldn’t drown, then just take him away from here, and be done with it. He was lying on a book. It was digging into his back. But he couldn’t find the energy to move.

The footsteps returned. There was a knock at the door.

“No.”

The door opened anyway. Enough for him to get a glance of a big, brown eye. Like a Shiba Inu asking to be let in. She never listened to him.

“You saw, didn’t you?”

Tohru’s voice was soft. A strange mix of nervous, embarrassed and apologetic.

Kyo had meant to reply – that was why he sat up, but the bile surged up again and silenced his words. It was all he could do to clench his jaw and nod.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Tohru was opening the door all the way, stepping into the room. She stopped at the sound of his voice.

“The hell are you apologising for?” his voice was more of a growl than his usual bark. “It’s not your fault, is it? You’re not the reason you have-“ he couldn’t say it. “Just – shut up.”

It was a weak ending, he knew it. But what else could he say? There was nothing to make this better.

“I’m sorry that you saw,” Tohru’s voice had none of its usual quiver. When he looked up, he found a determined stare on her face. She was sorry – he could see in her eyes – but she wasn’t apologising. Which was infuriating – because it was the one thing, she did too much and the one thing Kyo told her not to do so much. Now she seemed to be taking his advice – and that made the corners of his rebellious mouth twitch upwards.

But then the anger returned.

“Are you sorry that you lied to me?”

She winced then. At the harshness in his voice, but she also didn’t hesitate. She had thought her answers through.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” she said.

Kyo slammed his fist against the headboard. His flash of fury, like a flash of lightning, had demanded to be let out. He was bad at controlling his temper – that was what everyone had always said about him.

“You should have told me, dammit!” he snapped. “You should have said – that I – I scarred you! Do you not get that?! That’s on you for life. I. Scarred. You. For. Life. It’s my fault – it’s my fault that you have –! You should hate me – you should punch me!”

He leapt to his feet and stalked over to her. Tohru’s face was blurred in his vision, but that was because of how close he was. Definitely that and not the fact the plum in his throat had exploded into mush. He could still see that her skin was pale, and she was swallowing hard, as though she was trying to keep the tears in her eyes spilling onto her cheeks. Her eyes were just two dark blurs, wide and staring back at Kyo.

But she stood her ground, her hands clamped at her sides and her jaw set.

He grabbed her wrist. It seemed pitifully thin underneath his fingers, like it would snap under his fury. He pulled her hand up, and to his surprise she resisted him. Clenching her wrist underneath his fingers. She was really trying, but he was stronger. Her pulled her fist up so that it hovered near his face.

“Go on!” he yelled and Tohru winced again, her eyes on her hand. “Hit me! Hurt me as much as I hurt you! Come on!”

His hand fell.

It was like a rock at his side and he was panting as he stared at her, searching for any sign of hatred. Any sign of bitterness. Because there had to be – she had to hate him. She just couldn’t be this nice and understanding. No one could be. The cat wasn’t meant to be treated with kindness. The cat was meant to be hated and why didn’t she hate him when he had hurt her – she was the one he had genuinely hurt –

Tohru had to hate him.

Her hand wavered in the air, a trembling butterfly.

It alighted on his cheek. Soft but cold. Steady but trembling.

“I can’t hurt you, Kyo-kun,” she said, her face sombre as though she were delivering bad news to a loved one. Something in her had changed. No, not changed, it had just come to the surface how strong Tohru really was. “Not when I know you never meant to hurt me.”

“I did,” Kyo’s voice cracked and he felt something drip down his cheek. “I did. I did want to hurt you.”

“That was just because you were scared. And that’s okay,” Tohru said. She was close, a shaking hand moving up to cup his other cheek. “It’s okay.”

His eyes were hot. Hot and itchy and he wanted Tohru to stop touching him – to get away from him, because she couldn’t see him like this. No one could see him like this.

No one usually saw him like this. No one had ever touched him when he was like this. Not when he was snarling and hissing.

But now Tohru was there – right in front of his face, even though his vision was blurring again. Much worse this time and he couldn’t stop the tears.

And Tohru could see. She could see everything. She could see the rage, guilt, disgust and remorse, but she wasn’t leaving. And Kyo was staying, because for some reason that was okay. For some reason, part of him wanted her to see. Then she would understand – she would understand this feeling in his chest that felt like fire and ice and as if he was full of butterflies that he couldn’t put into words.

Kyo’s arms moved without his mind registering. They wrapped themselves around Tohru’s waist, pulling her closer towards him. Her hands slipped from his face as he rested his chin on her shoulder. She had one hand in his hair, another curling itself around his neck as if he was a wooden post in the middle of a stormy sea.

He was holding her too tightly – he realised just as the air was filled with smoke and he was transforming. Still held in her arms, though now his legs dangled off of the floor and he had dug his claws into her shoulder because of the shock. That was probably hurting her – he retracted them. Then, allowed his eyes to squeeze shut for just a moment, before he tried to untangle himself. Before he hurt her – just like he had before.

But Tohru didn’t let him go. She clung to him, just as tight. Too tight.

It could have been the longest time Kyo had ever been hugged for. It felt good – considering he could barely breathe through the pain in his throat, and his eyes were itchy with tears and he thought he might be shaking, but that might have been Tohru. It felt like he was realising all of the emotions he didn’t know what to do with around them. Like they both were. Tohru was taking his rage and taming the storm – showing him there was nothing to be angry about because she wasn’t “angry and don’t be at yourself, because there’s nothing you can do about it now.” There was nothing to be guilty about because “it’s better that it strengthens us, than tears us apart. I don’t want to be torn apart from you, Kyo-kun.” There was nothing to be said about because she was “happy. Happy for all of the time that she got to spend with the Sohmas, and if she got a few scars helping them, then fine. It was worth it. It was worth this.”

Kyo wished he could have replied. But he was still choking on that plum in his throat and waiting for the pain to subside in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Tohru whispered, the breath of a butterfly drifting by his ear. She had knelt down now, and his hind legs had found purchase on her knee. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

That – impossibly – made him chuckle. Not even really a chuckle, an exhale of breath and a slight upwards turn of his mouth. He pinched his claws into her skin very lightly for just a moment, so that she got the message.

“You’re sorry?” he muttered. He could feel her heart hammering in her chest – just under his. Could feel his own, pounding steadily under her ear. He could feel both heartbeats in every muscle of his body. “I’m the one who’s-“ a monster. “Cursed.”

"You didn't do anything to get cursed," Tohru said.

"I hurt you." He stared at the fabric of her shirt. Underneath his paws were silver, spiderweb scars.

"Ah, but you hurt me after you were cursed." She pulled away and - impossibly - smiled down at him. That almost cheeky smile that made her entire face glow like she was a star captured on earth. "So that's not a reason for you being cursed in the first place."

"Maybe it was a pre-emptive curse," Kyo said, because he needed to argue. He had to, because so much of those horrible emotions had gone. They had left a huge void in him that his heartbeat was echoing in and he needed something to fill it. "Because I would hurt you, I was cursed ahead of time."

"That's not how curses work." Tohru was still smiling, as she shook her head, slightly, and finally let him hop back down to the ground.

"Oh, I didn't realise you were some kind of curse expert." He shook himself out, stretching his tail as far as it would go.

"Well, no - I'm not, but-"

"So how do you know there can't be a pre-motive curse?" Kyo sat and cocked his head to the side. He didn’t even realise that he was smiling at her. More of a smirk, really. The kind of smirk he had when he was winding up Yuki.

"Because you can't be cursed for something that was my fault!"

"It was my fault, dammit!"

"Well maybe I'm the one who's cursed,” Tohru cried, which was just completely nonsensical to the whole conversation.

He was saved from coming up with a counter argument by another puff of smoke and the return of a human body. Which, of course, made Tohru yelp and turn away as he tugged his clothes back on. It was strange, he hadn’t even thought much about the transformation. He had noticed it, but there wasn’t quite as much loathing at her seeing it. It wasn’t so uncomfortable to have her sat there talking to him as a cat. It was just like being with her normally.

He liked being with her normally, he realised.

"Idiot." Kyo surprised himself by how soft his voice sounded. The small chuckle that came out of him surprised him even more. For some reason, his hand was on Tohru's head and it was ruffling her hair. "If anything, you're a blessing."

She stared up at him. Her eyes were still damp, like the tears had been caught in a net. It took a long moment, but then she smiled again. A grin, really, that made her large eyes twinkle like the star that she was. Only this grin had pink cheeks to accompany it.

"I didn't - I didn't mean that in a weird way, or anything. I just meant-"

"Thank you, Kyo-kun," Tohru said. Her hands were suddenly clasping Kyo’s. They were still cold and trembling, but still sent a rush of warmth through him. "And thank you for being so worried."

"Well, it's-" jeez, it really was warm in here. Kyo faced the window to try and get a breeze to cool his face down. "It's only right, right?" He paused, using his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. “Thanks for – I don’t know, checking up on me, I guess.”

“You’re a real gentleman, Kyo-kun.” Tohru said. Her fingers slipped from his hand rather than let it go, and he immediately missed its presence. It hadn’t been an unpleasant sensation. “One of the Sohma Princes.”

What the hell was she going on about now? Kyo had no idea, but he did snort at the notion. Sohma Prince, indeed.

“Yeah, more like Beauty and the Beast,” he said, sitting back down on his bed. He had sat on a book. He moved it aside.

“Oh, I love Beauty and the Beast,” Tohru said, sitting right by him as if this had been a perfectly normal evening. He supposed it was, for the Sohma household. “But Cinderella is also nice too – and Alice in Wonderland is really interesting!”

She burbled on a bit longer and Kyo half-listened to her. He was concentrating more on the way her face lit up – the dreamy, far off look that appeared in her brown eyes. She was – incredible really, and she didn’t know it.

Tohru trailed off when she glanced at him. There must have been a weird expression on his face – but he didn’t feel like changing it. She had seen the ugly side of him tonight – the hateful side – now maybe she could see the flip of that.

“Thank you,” he said. “For tonight.”

“That’s what the year of the cat fan club is for!” She was trying a little too hard now punching him lightly on the shoulder and grinning at him so widely that it was a near impossible feat not to grin back. Fortunately, Kyo was getting used to the light of Tohru’s star – and her punches were still as weak as ever.

“Yeah, whatever,” he said. And realised he hadn’t succeeded completely – he was smirking. The fan club thing was some bullshit, and yet it brought that warm feeling back. The warm feeling was feeling the emptiness of his stomach and that was good. He brushed his knuckles against her shoulder in return. “Don’t you have rat boy’s homework to be copying off of?”

“Yuki-kun only helps me with my homework-“

“And we have a history pop-quiz tomorrow.”

“Then I’d better get to work!” Tohru hopped up from the bed, panic mixing into determination. She was crossing the room much too quickly for Kyo’s liking. He was finding that he didn’t want her to leave yet, after all.

“Tohru,” he said. And waited until she had turned back to him so that he could see her face as he asked, “Will you let me see them? Not now, but – one day?”

She blinked at him for a moment, not understanding. Then her hand went up to her shoulder and her expression softened. She nodded.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“And – uh-“ It really was boiling in here. His face felt like it was on fire and his heart was racing for some reason. It was like getting in a bath that was much too hot. “I get better results than that damn rat, so if you ever need any help with homework – you can – you can come to me, if you like.”

Maybe he wasn’t used to the light of Tohru’s star after all. She seemed to fill the whole room with that smile of hers, and he couldn’t look anywhere but at her.

“Thank you. Kyo-kun.”

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