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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 921

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Year posted - 2022

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• It's so fucking chaotic it's both heaven and hell.

• They are constantly fighting over you, hurling insults at one another while you sit there quietly. Waiting patiently before you get the chance to cut in, and voice what you want to do, or who you want to go with.

• When you choose one of them, the other gets so so fucking jealous, but they know deep down you'll come back to them, you always do.

• God forbid you ever come back from one of the others complex with any kind of injury.

• One time you did come back from Heisenberg's factory with a small cut on your arm, and Alcina nearly tore him to shreds.

• Even though the injury was technically your fault. As you had tripped over your own feet, and when you're reflexes kicked in, you tried grabbing onto a nearby Soldat to steady yourself.

• And of course when you did that you managed to grab his drill arm, thus cutting your arm in the process.

• Oh boy but when Karl found puncture wounds on your shoulder a few weeks later, a result of some late night fun with Alcina, he was on the brink of marching his army to the Dimitrescu Castle.

• This is a constant thing! Hope you can handle that.

• Their so night and day it's almost comical!

• When you are with Alcina you are quite literally wrapped in luxury you could only dream of before meeting Lady D.

• And when you're with Karl you're surrounded by nothing but metal and blazing furnaces, which results in you wearing very little clothes half the time, trying desperately to keep cool.

• It's kinda really nice though tbh. You get a nice balance of luxury and organized chaos.

• When you're with Alcina you wear the best of the best, because her sweet little pet deserves nothing less, and you more or less don't have a real choice on the matter.

• While with Karl you can wear sweats and a hoodie, or shorts and a t-shirt, or whatever comfy clothes you wanna wear. Because Karl doesn't care what you're in, as long as your happy he's happy.

• And honestly you could wear a potato sack and Karl would still find you hot as fuck, no matter what you're in he's gonna flirt with you like a horny fuck, and if given the opportunity he'd dry hump you without hesitation... The man's horny okay...

• Where's with Alcina that just won't do. Don't get me wrong she really loves you, and she'll always find you incredibly sexy, but she still draws the line somewhere on what she'll allow you to wear.

• In her defense she's been surrounded with top quality luxury for so long, that nothing less than perfect is enough. She's accustomed to the best of the best, and she wants you to enjoy that with her.

• Alcina didn't think she could fall for you any further than she already had, not until she found you trying on one of her shorter nightgowns.

• You had forgotten that the maids were cleaning all of your sleepwear, and you'd decided impulsively to try on her smallest gown.

• The gown was essentially lingerie on Alcina, but on you it was a proper gown! And you looked so freaking adorable to her in that moment.

• When you noticed her presence you blushed like a dope, having been caught red handed. But the hungry look in Alcinas eyes nearly took your breath away.

• Neither of you got much sleep that night. (^_−)

• Karl caught you wearing his hat once, and he teased you for it of course, but deep down he found it incredibly sexy.

• You looked better with it on than he did! And he wasn't to salty about that, but he acted like it with his teasing.

• The thought of you giving him head while wearing his hat popped into his mind, and Karl wasn't ashamed to voice the new fantasy.

• Needless to say if you wear either of their clothes they both react the same way, they fall deeper in love with you, and become very horny.

• However if one sees you wearing something of the others, they will roll their eyes and act indifferent about it, trying desperately to ignore the article of clothing.

• God food at the Dimitrescu Castle is so so fucking good, well as long as Mila the middle aged maid that runs the kitchen cooks it.

• The Dimitrescu daughters have tried cooking for you a few times, which resulted in undercooked food, chard black food, bland food, and over seasoned foods being served to you.

• They always try fixing what they messed up the last time, which results in a new mess up. But they try so very hard, maybe one day they'll get it right.

• Now if Alcina tries cooking for you, it's not that bad. However it looks like death, the food she cooks weirdly always looks horrible.

• No one knows why it looks that way, and she tries her damnedest to make it look better, but in the end it looks terrible.

• But again the taste is pretty good, it's not exactly ground breaking, mind melting flavor, but it's pretty good considering she rarely cooks.

• Now food at Karl's factory is surprisingly mind melting, who knew that dirty foulmouthed man was a really really good cook.

• Like Gordon Ramsay look out! Okay maybe not that good, but like seriously it's good enough to make you literally drool when you smell it.

• You have no idea how he's able to cook like that, but apparently he was born to cook, and also build crazy half robot human monsters.

• Not to mention Karl loves impressing you with his cooking skills, so he insists on buying only the best possible ingredients that the Duke has to offer.

• And when you're around Karl totally ignores working on his army, and instead enjoys cooking for you, or cuddling with you, or you know indulging in other activities.

• The only thing they have in common is how they fuck you, like seriously they are weirdly in sync with the mood their in.

• Like most of the time, their pretty fucking rough, seriously your legs are shaking so bad afterwards, and you've definitely got bruises on your thighs.

• But periodically their mood switches and their so so gentle with you, and they always end up switching like that around the same time.

• Perhaps it's because they can tell that you need it a bit softer, or their just weird like that and they just sync up for some mysterious and weird reason, that not even Miranda can explain.

• Their both absolute cuddle bugs, both of them are so so freaking comfy and warm, and they can both envelope you in their arms with ease.

• They've both got serious anger issues, but they never intentionally direct their anger at you, but sometimes it happens.

• But they would never, they will never ever hurt you, eachother yeah probably, but not you.

• Alcina loves reading to you, or better yet she adores drawing you, or painting either way she loves loves loves it.

• Especially if you let her draw/paint you in the nude, those pictures are locked away securely in her room, because those are for yours and her eyes only!

• Even though Heisenberg has seen you naked just as often as Alcina has, she will never allow that filthy man thing to see those pictures.

• Karl loves watching movies reels with you, or teaching you how to engineer little robot companions.

• You literally have a mini army of tiny robots that follow you around like excited puppies, their so freaking cute yet chaotic it's very amusing.

• Karl also enjoys drawing you, although the drawings aren't as good as Alcinas, his sketches are still very impressive.

• Karl also really enjoys drawing you in the nude of course, and he also refuses to allow anyone else to see the sketches, especially Alcina!

• So yeah being shared between the two Lords is both heaven and hell... But in the best possible way.

• They adore you and will do anything for you, including putting up with the other just for you.

• Because at the end of the day as long as they have you, and you're happy their happy.

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tf2redshot · 3 years

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Your writing is so chaotic I LOVE IT. All the mercs having a sleep over at their base?

Sleep over At The Base

Technically, since they all live together, everyday is a sleep over!

Nobody actually wanted to do the 'sleep over' to begin with, not even Pyro, but A BLU Spy is in the base so that gave them the reason to sleep together in the intelligence room.

They all brought sleeping bags, some just brought a blanket and a pillow (Scout)

It was somewhere around 6 PM when the intruder alert rang off, so it was pretty early when they all got to the intelligence room.

It wasn't that awkward, because Scout dropped to the floor laughing at everyone's sleepwear.

Scout was the most normal out of all of them, surprisingly. He wore a simple plain red tee and shorts to sleep.

Everyone else? Costume party

But in all honesty, it makes Scout look like the weird one.

Soldier was snug in his trunks and socks and nothing else

Pyro was in a plain red pyjama jumpsuit, but it was worn over their uniform so they looked puffed

Heavy had the whole nightgown, brought an extra sleeping bag for Sasha.

Demoman and Sniper sleep naked, but they couldn't do that around their team mates, so they had to force themselves into whatever thing they had besides their uniform

Spy was back in his suit, and everyone teased him and told him to go shower for once

Truth be told, Spy was already in his pyjamas before all this happened, but he didn't want the team seeing him in his very unstylish checkered black and red pyjamas so he switched back to his suit

Medic wore a sleeveless undershirt and his trunks, but for formality's sake he wore his lab coat over

Engineer wore the same as Medic, but to everyone's surprise he was a lot less embarrassed with what he was sporting.

"What? I can't get comfy in mah own bed?"

Everyone turned to Scout, who decided to just, maybe shut the fuck up for his entire life?

So everyone split apart to do their own thing.

Engineer was busy setting up his nest in the room's entrance. Personally told everyone to fuck off in the most polite yet menacing manner. He wants his beauty sleep, let 'im have it. Kill the darn spy, pew pew.

Everyone else was indulging in a friendly drinking game, which grew non-friendly in under an hour after playing

Scout slammed his body on the white folding table that was conveniently placed there for some reason, the absolute teenager

Pyro and Soldier snagged the table legs and engaged in aggressive sword fighting

Demo and Heavy arm wrestled atop the broken table, and since it's now broken, they had to bend down in the most unpleasant position to continue the game, both their asses high in the air with their upper halves on the floor, still deep in the arm wrestling match.

The entire support class however, decided to keep it calm and casual for tonight and just talk around Engineer, keeping him company.

The Mature Squad

So after all that bazinga, they all headed to bed. Everyone avoided each other's sleeping spaces like the plague - at least 99999 km away from each other.

So everyone was fast asleep, and

Not really, Engie's fucking sentry bzzzzzzbzbzbzzbzbbzbzbzbzbzbzbzbbzbzbzing kept everyone awake. EXCEPT for Engie. He slept with the sentry's buzzing and whirring like it was the sweetest lullaby

Everyone had their eyes wide open and bloodshot. They all sat up and rubbed their temples.

Finally having enough of the noise after a good twenty minutes, they all gathered in the middle of the room - trying their darnest to not wake Engie because who knows what the Texan can do when woken up

"Can someone stop the darn machine?"

"Heavy cannot sleep."

"LET'S WAKE THE ENGINEER!"

"Soldier shut the fuck up!"

Spy steps forward, "I'll handle this." He fishes out his sapper from god knows where and waves it around. Too sleep deprived to think of a better idea.

Everyone huddled together at the far corner of the room while Spy snuck his way towards Engie's sentry nest.

Spy quietly stands over Engie's sleeping body and his sentry. He slowly lowers his sapper.

BEEP! BEEP!

"Wha-? Huh-?! DARN IT! Spah sappin' mah sentry!"

Engie bolts up awake, grabbing his Panic Attack and shooting the first thing he saw.

And Spy found himself back in resupply.

Everyone just went - run

Engie was in a fix-it-felix frenzy with his dear contraptions, his dear babies.

The sentry malfunctions and suddenly turns to the team, besides Engineer. It blasts rockets and rapid fire bullets.

And everyone found themselves sitting idly in resupply with Spy, who'd fallen asleep at some point, leaning on the resupply cabinet.

Yes, of course. Now was the perfect time to get the sleep they deserved. The beer was taking its effect more and more with every second they stayed awake

They all dropped dead on the floor, not caring that they don't have pillows and cushions or that they were sleeping on a probably piss and mud covered floor.

Back to Engie, he finished fixing up his contraptions, not noticing how everyone just sort of vanished.

He went back to sleep, pulling his blanket over his body as sleep washed over him.

And the BLU Spy - who was cloaked next to the intelligence this entire time - has never seen something so horrific and stupid happen in under a minute. It was a world record

You guys could probably see the sleep deprivation sinking in somewhere around the middle of the story

Anyways thanks for the request! This was absolutely FUN to write - I’ve had ideas for something like this for a while! I love team bonding moments!

They all showered nice and clean the next day, don't worry lads.

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americasass81 · 3 years

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Because You Loved Me

Warnings:- Mentions of Surgery, Mental and Emotional Exhaustion, Very Brief Mention of Drugging, Fluff, M & F Smut (more implied than outright described). Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Synopsis:- Feeling low from the grind of daily life, your man tries his best to bring a little light back to your life.

A/N:- Though not a sequel, in my mind this can take place in the same AU as my other Brock fic, Peeling Back The Layers. Yet both can be read independently of each other. Written with @saiyanprincessswanie in mind but at the same time it is still a pretty generic pile of fluff. Hope you like Missy.

Word Count:- 3,165

You were exhausted . . . mentally, emotionally, physically. You ached deep down in places you never knew you could and the more you thought about it, the more exhausted you became. As the night's respite gave way to morning's light, your first thought always seemed to be 'how do I face another day?' Yet somehow you always found a way. Despite the knocks life kept sending your way and the weariness weighing down your soul, you were at heart a positive person and was determined to embrace the good things in life no matter how hard that may be.

With that thought in your head, you dragged your feet out of bed and making your way to the bathroom, used the facilities and showered under the warm, refreshing water before returning to your bedroom to get ready for the day ahead. Heading to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast you ate in silence as you waited for Brock to show up. Thinking back on the almost six months since that fateful day he came to your rescue, it had been one adventure after another.

Despite all your health issues and the unpleasant grind of daily life, this gruff looking man had become a balm for your slowly fracturing soul. Taking you places you never thought you'd see, while telling you he loved you every chance he got, you still wondered what you had done in this life or any other to deserve him.

Finishing up your food, you deposited the bowl in the sink and thought about what you might do for the day, but found you couldn't really find the motivation. Instead, taking the latest mystery novel you were reading, you headed out to the back garden to hopefully relax and catch up on another chapter. Getting a few pages in however, you suddenly dropped the book in your lap as tears inexplicably cascaded down your cheeks.

Feeling lower than you had in a really long time, you were shocked to open your eyes to discover yourself nestled against a strong chest as two powerful arms wrapped around you. "My love, why do these tears stain your beautiful cheeks?" Brock asked and you had to smile a bit at the fact that what should have sounded cheesy actually sounded sweet. "I hate seeing you like this," he added before you could answer, "please tell me what's wrong."

Looking at the man who had come to mean so much to you in such a short space of time, you snuggled deeper into his chest as you thought about all the negative thoughts weighing on your soul. Looking up at him eventually as he waited patiently for you to speak, you took a deep breath and thought carefully about what you wanted to say.

"I don't really know Brock, I guess I just feel like one raw, emotional nerve. The world seems so full of needless hate, my upcoming surgery has me scared and exhausted and sometimes I don't know why you're here with me or what I even have to offer this world." you explained and it hurt him deeply that the girl who saw so much good in him and helped awaken and nurture it, was now questioning her own worth.

Taking time to dry your tears, this powerhouse of a man who never thought he would be worthy of anything waited until he was sure you had talked yourself out before speaking. "Oh my love, please know that while your feelings are valid and you have every right to be exhausted, you are also a shining light in the darkest night."

Gazing down at you with more love than he ever thought he was capable of feeling, he bent forwards and kissed you tenderly, hoping to convey all the emotion his heart held for you. Continuing to hold you a while longer, he soon found you fast asleep in his arms and so taking you inside, placed you lovingly on the bed before heading to the bathroom to clean up. Looking at himself in the mirror he hoped with every fiber of his being he would be able to find his sweet, beautiful girl again and bring her home.

Returning to the bedroom to dress quickly and quietly, he placed a soft kiss against your forehead and whispered he loved you before heading to the living room to make good on his plan. Knowing that you always put everyone before yourself and that you didn't like to put people out, he also knew that a break back in nature was just what you needed. Arranging everything with an old friend, all he had to worry about now was moving you from a to b without you objecting.

Hearing you stirring around the bedroom some time later, he hurried in and told you that if you were feeling up to it he'd take you to your favorite restaurant, otherwise he'd happily cook for you and come up with some way to help you relax. Looking at him like he'd suddenly grown two heads, you blurted out the question on your lips before you could stop yourself. "Are you telling me you know how to cook? Something other than tea and toast?"

Smirking at your cheek to cast aspersions on his cooking ability, he swiftly traversed the space between you and taking you gently in his arms, kissed you with a passion that all but took your breath away before speaking as he ran his hands along your back. "How are you doing baby? Did the rest help any bit?"

Sinking into his warm and loving embrace, you wondered what you had done right to end up with this loving and thoughtful man. Sure some people still saw him as a gruff outsider, but to you he was your rock. Someone you knew in the depths of your soul would gladly take on your suffering if it meant you got to live a life free of pain and worry. Concerned by your non response, he moved a hand to your chin and cupping it gently, gazed into your ethereal features while he waited for you to find your voice.

"Yeah, some bit." you replied meekly, taking his hand and kissing his palm before bringing your fingers together. "I don't know. I just wish I could get away from it all for a while. Somewhere the stress and worry of being me wouldn't follow. Crazy right?"

"No baby," he said, walking both of you towards the bed before sitting down and placing you in his lap, "that's not crazy at all. Your battery's probably running on empty. What you need is a few days away from the world."

"Yeah right Brock and how can that happen?” you laughed, swatting him playfully on the arm. “I have doctor's appointments out my ass and you have work commitments. It's a nice dream, but that's all it is." you sighed, resting your head against his shoulder as he hummed some unknown song against your skin. "By the way, did you mention something about food?" you asked suddenly and you both laughed as a very unladylike sound rumbled through your stomach.

"I did," Brock answered between snickers, "but something tells me even if I didn't, my girl needs rations." Then releasing you and walking hand in hand to the kitchen he sat you down at the table and went about preparing a glorious meal. Finally filling you up with wine, pasta and brownies from your favorite bakery, he coaxed you onto the couch with a good book while he began cleaning the kitchen and by the time he was finished you were once again fast asleep and he could begin implementing his plan.

Moving swiftly and stealthily around the house with the skill only someone in his previous profession could master, he packed a bag of essentials for each of you, threw them in the back seat and then lifting you gently, carried you to the car and secured you in place. While he had thought about drugging you to make sure you slept through the drive, he knew you wouldn't appreciate that and so offered up a silent plea that you wouldn't wake until morning. Then setting off into the night, he hoped the next few days would recharge your battery and reignite your dimming light.

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Waking up the next morning to a warm body at your back, which had become the norm since Brock Rumlow entered your life, you worried you had actually lost your mind as you opened your eyes to be greeted by a room that wasn't your own. Further cementing your out of body experience, you pulled back the covers to reveal that you were currently wearing your favorite comfy sleepwear when your last conscious memory was falling asleep on the couch after dinner. Looking now between your surroundings and your boyfriend, you quickly realized some major shenanigans were at play and taking a pillow, proceeded to start whacking the sleeping giant beside you.

"Brock? Hey Brock? RUMLOW." you eventually shouted while bringing the pillow down with as much force as you could muster. "What the hell is going on here?" you asked as he opened his eyes and stared up at you.

"Baby, keep it down. It's still early." he whined, reaching out to pull you down gently against his waiting body. Kissing every available inch of skin his lips could find, he carefully and easily rolled over you, removed your shorts as he rested between your legs and proceeded to eat you out twice until you were nothing more than a blissed out mess beneath him. Then leaving the bed to retrieve a cloth, he cleaned you up while you questioned what was to be done with the prominent bulge hidden within his boxers.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about that baby. This trip is all about helping you unwind. Now how about we get up, have some breakfast and I can show you around?"

Agreeing half-heartedly as your eyes still lingered on his crotch, he promised he might let you cop a feel at some point. Laughing at his crass choice of language, having just brought you to two of the most pleasurable orgasms you could ever remember experiencing, he helped you out of bed and handed you a duffle bag before reaching for what you could only assume was his own. Pulling open the zipper, you were both surprised but not, when you discovered a few days worth of clothes inside. Taking out some jeans and a t-shirt you dressed in time to see Brock put away his bag and reach out his hand for yours.

Opening up the bedroom door, he explained the bathroom connected to both the bedroom and the living room, while the kitchen made up the rest of the cottage. Allowing you out the front door while he made a start on breakfast, you discovered the cottage called Daisy Grove, was aptly named given that the cottage was indeed surrounded on either end by the most beautiful patches of wild daisies you had ever seen.

Watching the birds flying and nestling in the trees all around you, you took a few tentative steps off the porch along the scrub lined path and relished the sound of twigs and leaves underfoot as nature sang as far as you could hear. Totally engrossed in your own world, you were unaware of a keen set of eyes now following you from the door as Brock watched you slip away into a space that brought joy to your heart and a lightness to your spirit.

Hating to drag you away from the one thing that seemed to bring you peace, you turned back sharply towards the door as Brock called your name. "Breakfast is ready, my love. Perhaps after we've eaten I can introduce you to the treasures awaiting you out the back door. Running carefully back to your man, you threw yourself into his strong arms and all but squealed as he picked you up and carried you inside.

Sitting you at the table as he plated up the food, he tried to eat as best he could as you juggled between eating your own breakfast and firing any question you could think of at him. Enjoying how invested you were in the wonderful property you currently inhabited, you having to take a sip of juice as you nearly choked was enough of a risk for the former soldier. "Baby please, I say this with the utmost respect, but shut up." he laughed as your breathing returned to normal and you playfully stuck out your tongue at him. "I promise I'll answer any more questions you have once we finish eating."

Nodding in agreement, the rest of breakfast was eaten in silence until Brock got up to clear the table and your questions began again. "Where did you find this place? How long are we staying? What is there to do around here?" Oh that last question he answered with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye.

"What we're going to do here is everything and anything that calms your soul, warms your heart and makes your spirit soar. In short, all the things you've done for me." Smiling now as he took your hand and led you out the back, your eyes widened when you saw the river waiting before you. Though totally unsure about the boat Brock pointed to, you placed your trust in him and was pleasantly surprised when a wonderful, relaxing day was had.

Treating you then to a wonderful dinner, the rest of the evening was spent relaxing in front of an open fire with a sappy romantic comedy before Brock carried your tired form back to bed, where allowing his cock to get reacquainted with your pussy, you once again had a gloriously peaceful sleep.

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Facing the world anew at sunrise, the next few days were everything Brock had promised and you couldn't remember when you last felt so well rested. Feeling so carefree at this moment in your life as a result of the routine your wonderful man had set up, waking you up every morning with his mouth attached to your pussy, your days were then spent leisurely walking through the surrounding area, enjoying boating and Brock fishing on the river along with foot rubs, reading or watching various rom coms.

Then once he had you properly fed on spaghetti with wine and brownies or steak with baked potato and chocolate chip cookies after, he would ensure that one way or another your world was rocked before sleep claimed you. You even remembered the fun that was had on your last day when Brock had tried unsuccessfully to get you to eat some of the fish the river had provided.

Telling him in no uncertain terms that you would not eat anything you had watched him kill while in the middle of baking brownies and cookies together, half an hour later as a glorious smell filled the cottage and Brock's solid shaft filled your pussy, you finally discovered the real fun that could be had baking together.

When he finally had you satisfied and removed the delicious treats out of the oven, Brock informed you he was going to do a quick sweep of the property before you left in the morning. Snuggling into the couch with a good book, that was exactly where Brock found you an hour later when he finally returned to the cottage. "Hey baby, you still where I left you?" Brock called out as he closed the door behind him.

Looking into the living room before you had a chance to answer, he was indeed rewarded with you stretched on the couch bathed in the glow of the firelight. Swearing that he had never in his life seen anything so heavenly, he sauntered into your presence with a sly smirk on his face and his hands hidden behind his back. "Hey Brock, you were gone quite a bit. Is everything alright?"

"Everything's perfect baby. Everything's tied up or put away as it should be, I just had to pick up something for you," and he couldn't hide the grin that graced his features as you suddenly sat up eager to see what he had for you. "Now keep in mind it's nothing fancy, but it made me smile and think of you." he continued and with that he produced a beautifully woven circle of daisies.

Looking at him as he sat down beside you and placed it over your head, your eyes then fell on the flowers before speaking. "It's beautiful Brock, but what is it?"

"It's a daisy chain baby. Stronger than shackles and chains, it ties you to me forever. Just like mine ties me to you," and with that he removed the t-shirt to reveal the chest you just now realized he had strategically kept covered since before this trip began. The reason for this soon seared itself into your memory, when there above his heart was a tattoo of the same daisy chain you now wore, but in its center nestled your name. Trailing his lips along your neck as they made their way towards your ear, his next words brought you to tears. “Forgive my lips.” he whispered between pecks. “They find joy . . . in the most unusual places.”

"Oh my god Brock, you are such a dork." you sniffled as you reached out and ran our fingers over the ink. Kissing your lips passionately once again before resting his forehead against yours, he knew he would do whatever he had to to maintain the light once more shining in your eyes.

Still watching you play with the daisies, he quickly answered your playful statement before laying you down on the rug beside the fire. "We both know I may be a dork my love, but I'm only your dork." he said, as he then proceeded to spend the night pulling you apart multiple times on his mouth, fingers and cock. Thoroughly fucked and covered in sweat, cum and various parts of each other's bodies you closed your eyes and drifted off towards the approaching morning.

Rising before you once again, Brock set about loading everything back into the car before walking into the living room to wake you up. Helping you from the rug and guiding you into the bathroom, a gloriously hot shower and Brock's skillful hands worked out all the knots sleeping on the floor had given you before breakfast filled the void in your stomach. Then reluctantly driving away from your little retreat knowing he had to take you home so could face what lay ahead, he drew comfort from the fact that for the past few days you had once again been his beautiful north star, burning bright with the energy needed to conquer whatever your illness and life threw at you.

Tagging: @saiyanprincessswanie

#soft!brock rumlow x reader

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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How I Want You - Logan Delos x Reader Fluff

The one where Logan confesses that he loves you.

Warnings: angst, Logan’s crappy father, sexual themes, selfdoubt and selfhatred.

A/N: No, I couldn’t help myself. I’m obsessed with Taylor Swift and it shows.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

It was way too fucking late for anyone to be up, and still, much too early for Logan to have gone to bed. Which was why the second my phone rang, I forsake my comfy blankets and grabbed my keys, knowing exactly who it was - the only person who would call me at such a time and the only number whose call would get through during my sleeping hours.

“Where are you?” Was all I asked, although I already knew that the answer wouldn’t be satisfactory to my plan of going back to sleep as soon as possible. “You know what? Just stay where you are. I’m coming to get you. This is why I download that find my friends app in the first place.”

“I’m home,” he interjected, his tone sounding very firm, and very tired, and very not drunk for the time of day. It caught me by surprise. “I’ll be waiting.”And then he was gone. Hung up in a show of just how quickly he needed me to get to him.

It made my skin crawl and heartbeat pick up, that intuition that only ever acted when it came to him telling me something very bad had happened, or at the very least, that he was as far away from okay as he could get. And if he was home, then it truly was the worst case scenario.

I got there as fast as I could without breaking any laws, and I barely allowed myself the time to kill off the engine before I was running out of the vehicle and into my best friend’s arms. Logan welcomed with a silent desperation that came in the form of reaching for me as a child would for any sort of parental guidance, and the anxiety that had been coursing through my veins while I couldn’t see his state little by little began to be replaced by anger. Pure, unadulterated, blinding anger.

“Get in the car, Lo,” I called him by the childhood nickname he pretended to hate, knowing it would help in my task to calm him down. “I’ll be right back.” He wanted to stop me the second that he realized what my intention was. I knew it because he seized my wrist and held it tightly, stopping me from moving any further away from him. But the second that he saw my eyes, when I turned around to stare at him and silently order him to let go, he did just so, knowing better than anyone else that when I got into this mindset, there was no one who could possibly get me out of it.

“Okay.” He nodded, and I knew he was watching me as I stepped into the huge mansion Logan did not call home. It only made me even more sure of what I intended to do. With quick strides, I crossed the main floor in the direction of his father’s office, and I didn’t even knock before I slammed it open, fire burning inside of me.

“What the fuck did you say to him?” I yelled as soon as James’ eyes met mine after my loud entrance startled him from whatever work he was trying to do at such a late hour - work he had always prioritized over his son.

“What?” He asked, clearly not expecting my sudden outburst, and probably not immediately relating my loss of reason to his only son. It only made me grow angrier, the fact that just because he didn’t worry about Logan, he couldn’t imagine anyone else caring for him either.

“What the fuck did you tell Logan that made him so upset? Only you can make him feel bad about himself, so I know it’s your fault. Tell me.” When realization finally seemed to hit him, no ounce of regret or shame painted James’ features, but that didn’t surprise me. Even if he had never been anything other than sweet to me, being Logan’s best friend meant I knew who he really was, and that implied that I knew every single one of his flaws as a father. He just didn’t know that I did, until then.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N. You really shouldn’t waste your time on a failure like him.” The harsh reality of what he had said hurt me so deeply that it immediately drained me of all anger, leaving only a sickly feeling of disgust behind.

“Logan deserves every single second of my attention, and he deserves yours too. I’m sorry you can’t see it, but the only one who’s missing out is you.” Cold, bitter tears of pity for the sweet man I knew flowed down my cheeks, but I was quick to wipe them away. Logan didn’t need to see them.

“How was it in there?” He asked as soon as I was inside of the car again, his lips curled in a small smile that was half self-conscious, half knowing of what his father was capable of saying when it came to him, but I couldn’t yet stomach what I’d heard, so I just clutched his hand tightly with mine.

“Doesn’t matter. How about a sleepover?”

Logan’s P.O.V.

The drive to her place was silent, but she kept reaching for my hand every time she could, like she needed the physical reminder that I was there with her, instead of back at my house. Like she knew that I needed to be reminded of that too.

What would I do without her? Ever since I could remember, it was us against the world. Or more precisely, us against my father, and as a child, he was pretty much the only boundaries to the world that I knew. But even after I grew and started to see past my father’s empire, when I started to make real, lousy mistakes, instead of the childhood errors that would get me grounded, she still stuck up for me. She was always there, whenever I needed her.

My eyes trailed up her body, taking notice of the way her sleepwear still managed to make her curves enticing. She always looked beautiful in my eyes. No matter how many women I slept with, they could never come close to the beauty that I saw in my best friend and only in her.

“What do you see in me?” I blurted out, suddenly overtaken by the realization of just how inferior to her I was. It made my chest feel tighter, and breathing became a bit harder. The tears that would never come for my father suddenly stung my eyes, and I had to rub the palms of my hands against them to stop myself from crying.

“I’m sorry?” It seemed like she wasn’t expecting the sudden interruption to the silence that had fallen between us, but the desperation that had forced me to ask the question that plagued me had been dulled by my fear of her answer. I couldn’t bear the thought of knowing she thought less of me. I couldn’t bear the thought of being less in her eyes than she was in mine.

“Logan, what do you see in yourself?” She asked, once more glancing at me to make sure I was fine, which I was certain I would be able to pretend like I was. But of course, I could never fool her. So when she squeezed my hand to get me to talk, I found myself answering honestly, “Nothing. I-I’m nothing, Y/N. I’m just a waste of space and air and energy, your energy, and I have absolutely no idea why you put up with me.”

We had arrived at her apartment complex, I realized, but only because suddenly there were arms thrown over me, and a familiar neck for me to nuzzle with a familiar perfume that seemed to be the only thing able to relax my very soul.

“Well, that’s the exact opposite of what I see in you, Logan Delos. I see so much, I see everything. I see the whole wide world in you. You’ve always meant that for me. And to see you doubt that… There’s not a day in my life where I don’t hate your father for making you think so little of yourself.” That had me laughing against her skin, but it was a wet sound, unfortunately. Still, she didn’t seem to mind, allowing me to cling tightly to her as she drew soft patterns on my back. “You can’t say bad things about yourself, ever. That’s an order.”

After that last comment made me pull away from her to freely laugh, she looked patiently at me with the most loving smile on her face. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” I asked, caressing the side of her face and grinning with pride when she leaned against my touch.

“Almost as much as you mean to me, I hope.” I swear, only she could have me laughing after feeling so down a few minutes before.

“Way more than that.”

“I doubt it.”

For a while, it was a staring contest between the two of us in her tiny car. I wanted to lean in and kiss her. God, I wanted to find out if her lips were as soft as they looked like But the second my hand grazed her cheek, she seemed to snap out of whatever reverie we had fallen on, quickly putting some space between us to unbuckle her belt.

“Let’s go,” she called out, reaching out for my hand as we walked towards her apartment. The second we were in the familiar setting of her living room, I felt the last bit of weight that had settled over my chest suddenly vaporize and disappear.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” I acknowledged as I took off my coat. “I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing,” she tried to wave it off, but I couldn’t let her do that. No, I needed her to understand that this was important to me, and I started by pulling her close so I could cradle her face between my hands and force her to see the seriousness in my so often joking eyes.

“I owe you a lot.” That was all I managed to say, as my throat closed at the quickening of my heartbeat. The moment felt heavy with something we couldn’t find it in ourselves to explore, and so we just stood there in silence, eyes cautiously exploring each other’s features until one of us decided to break the tension with a joke.

This time, it was her.

“I’m glad I downloaded that app on my phone and activated your location on yours. I seriously considered buying you a nice collar, with a tracker or something, so I could always know where you were when you called me. Especially when drunk.” I didn’t expect her words to have such an effect on me, but it was instantaneous. I felt my cock harden on my pants, and I knew that she could feel it too as I hid my blushing face in the crook of her neck.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really that oblivious?” I tried to pass it off as a joke, hoping to calm down despite keeping her touch close to me, but when her fingers buried themselves in my hair, I knew she’d only keep me balancing on this tightrope we’d been dancing on for way too long.

“I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff. Does the idea of wearing a collar entice you that much, Lo?” She asked, and although I knew she also wanted to pass it off as a joke, her voice sounded different, raspier. Filled with desire, I realized with a jolt, finally detaching myself from her to look her in the eye again.

This was it. This was my chance to say something that would irrevocably change the nature of our relationship forever, but hopefully, it’d become all I’d ever wanted.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“If it’s a collar that shows I belong to you, definitely.” I inhaled sharply at the words that fell oh-so-easily from my best friend’s lips. I knew him enough - I knew him way too much - to doubt the veracity of them, but that didn’t stop me from being overwhelmed at the realization that Logan wanted to be mine just as much as I wanted to be his.

“C’mon, stop teasing me,” I pleaded, trying to put some space between us, but failing to do so. Logan kept me close to him, gaze heavy on my body and when I still refused to meet his eyes, he held my jaw and forced me to do so.

“No, you c’mon. You know this isn’t me teasing you like when we were kids. I really, really want you. And not only like a best friend.” I didn’t even notice I was biting my lip until he pried it away with his thumb, staring longingly at it. “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

Before becoming a kiss, it was just him sucking that same bottom lip into his mouth, making me gasp and hold onto his shoulders for support. But then, he fused our mouths together, licking his way inside my mouth until I couldn’t breathe anymore.

When my eyes fluttered open to find his, I could barely see his pupils anymore. “Well, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that,” I joked, trying to ease some of the tension in the room, but failing miserably. There was too much desire between us to disappear just like that. We’d need to find a way to release it if we were to ever move past this.

“I’d be offended if you were.” It felt nice to laugh with him after this kiss, this revelation of sentiments. It felt like, regardless of what we would become after tonight, I wouldn’t lose the most important person in my life, my best friend. The only one who could make me laugh like this, even after a breathtaking kiss, apparently.

“Wanna do something else, instead?”

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Once Upon a Merry Birthday

[Masterlist]

A 12 days of Fictmas story

Pairing: Drake Walker x (MC) Kate Walker

Books: TRR - TRH

Warnings: Swearing, Adult Themes, mentions Post Pardem Depression/Anxiety

Word count: 7000 +

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Twas the week before Christmas, and throughout the manor at Duchy Valtoria, decorating was in full swing. Everyone was in high festive spirits, since the weather had brought a fresh blanket of white sparkly snow to the ground, and a crisp chill to the air. Well almost everyone was feeling festive. The Duchess was the exception. Over the course of the preceding months she had been too preoccupied with the care of her baby girl, Brooklyn, to even think about holidays. Apart from the occasional official statement to the press regarding how the new Mother and the Princess Royal Heir were doing, they had pretty much kept away from the public eye.

Kate felt so proud of her husband Drake for stepping up and shouldering the extra responsibility while she needed to take a step back. He had insisted it wasn't any trouble, since he’d had Hana, King Liam, and occasionally Bertrand to offer him advice or guidance. But Kate couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when she would find him sound asleep at his desk after a long day of Zoom meetings and diplomacy. She knew he was forcing himself outside of his common man comfort zone for her sake, and for the good of the Duchy. He'd even changed his work wardrobe to include dress shirts instead of his usual denim, at least from the waist up anyway.

Even after all of that, Drake was determined to do something special for Kate's Birthday. Being born a week before Christmas shouldn't mean your day couldn't be just as grand.

After putting Brooklyn down for a nap, they’re in their bedroom packing for a short trip away. Kate doesn't know what to pack, since Drake was being secretive as to their destination. She was already feeling the beginnings of anxiety over leaving Brooklyn behind. Sitting in the middle of the bed in her comfy oversized sweater and sweatpants, she has the speaker of the baby monitor resting in her lap. She’s only half engaged in paying attention to Drake, her ears keenly listening for the slightest sound from the nursery.

Drake packs a pair of bluejeans into his suitcase, hiding the dress slacks and socks he had already packed. Kate hadn't even noticed him picking out formal wear and putting it into a garment bag. Her own suitcase only contained an old t-shirt that she wore with a pair of shorts as sleepwear. Drake cringed at the thought of seeing her wear that again. Her wardrobe over the past seven months had consisted mostly of his baggy old sweats and t-shirts, or just an old t-shirt and boxer shorts under a robe. Although she showered periodically, and changed into clean things, her sloppy look was proof she wasn't making herself a priority. Drake missed the beautiful, all put together, woman who he’d fallen in love with. She was in need of a break from just being Mom, and Drake knew just how to do it. Kate deserved to feel special again, and not just feel needed by someone.

Drake packed his last few things and zipped up his suitcase. When he notices that Kate is still distracted he pulls his case off the bed and sets it down on the floor with a loud thud. She jumps with fright and he finally gets her attention.

Sitting down on the bed, he pulls her over to him and she cuddles into his arms as they lay down together on the bed. Placing a kiss on the top of her head he sighs, "Look, I get it. You don't want to go anywhere. But I miss you, Kate."

"I'm right here, silly." she says, as she lays her head on his chest and he squeezes her tighter.

"We need a date night. Just the two of us. I know you've been an amazing mother to our little Beanie, and it shows in how big she's growing and how happy she is." He moved his hand down her back, smoothing out the bulky material of her clothes to appreciate the shape of her body underneath. When he lifts up the edge of her shirt, she stiffens when his warm hand touches the bare skin of her lower back. "I know you're physically still here, but I miss my wife."

Kate squeezes her eyes shut against her unexpected tears as she whispers, "She's missed you too."

Drake leans back when he hears the sob in her voice, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs. "You don't need to hide under these bulky clothes, you're still beautiful to me Kate."

She chuckles, "Even if I've given up shaving, plucking and moisturizing?"

Drake raises his eyebrows, and then leans in to kiss her on the forehead. "Don't worry, we can work on minor things like that. I want you to feel good about yourself. Besides, Hana told me you've been doing pilates and yoga together again. So there's nothing for you to feel self conscious about."

"I don't fit into my clothes the way I used to."

Drake shrugs, "So we'll buy you some new clothes. And if we need to alter something from your closet, don't worry, Hana can arrange it."

Kate sighs with gratitude, "You're so wonderful to me Drake, I don't deserve you."

"Oh hush, you deserve all of me and the world Kate, never forget that. Now let's get you packed up for a romantic getaway."

"But Brooklyn.."

Drake gives Kate one more squeeze and a kiss on the cheek before rolling away from her and getting up from the bed.

"Don't worry about Brooklyn, she's in good hands with Hana. Plus we're only a phone call away if you want to check in."

Kate glances over at the speaker for the baby monitor, it's still quiet, and then she sits up on the edge of the bed. "So are you going to tell me more about this romantic getaway you have planned?"

Drake shakes his head, "I can't give away everything, or it will spoil the surprise."

Kate looks over at her suitcase, "Well at least help me figure out what to pack. Sweaters, jeans, warm socks? I need a hint."

Drake nods, "Those will do for a start. Oh and a comfortable pair of warm boots and a coat. We're going to be out in the snow."

Kate gets up from the bed, "So I guess we're not jetting off to some tropical paradise then."

Pulling her into a hug, Drake smiles and then leans in to give her a tender kiss. "Maybe next year."

Drake opened the back door of the SUV for Kate. She gives the manor one more uneasy glance and then climbs in. They had both given Brooklyn hugs and kisses before leaving, and a list of instructions to Hana, but still Kate felt guilty. As Drake opens the other rear door and climbs into the SUV, he finds Kate looking worriedly at her phone as she's texting someone. With a sigh he swipes her phone out of her hands and tucks it into the pocket inside his jacket.

"Wha..Hey!" She protests, "Give that back."

Drake swats away her hands when she tries to go into his jacket for it. "Nope."

"But you said I could check in."

Drake feels the vibration of Kate's phone against his chest. "Don't you trust Hana with Brooklyn?"

Kate gnaws at her bottom lip, "Yeah, but.."

"But nothing. Just take a deep breath and let it go already."

Kate huffs in a quick breath and then lets it out, "Happy? Can I please have my phone back now?"

Drake chuckles as Preston climbs into the front seat and starts the engine, "Only if you promise to turn it off and put it away for the car ride."

Kate folds her arms across her chest and scowls angrily at him. "Ok, fine. But only if you tell me where we're going."

Drake fishes her phone out of his pocket, "Do you remember last year when Max and I did the Father Christmas Parade?"

Kate's expression brightens a little as she relaxes her arms. "Yeah."

Drake sends a quick text to Hana, and then passes the phone over. "Well Max kept going on and on about how pretty the village was decorated for Christmas. And it occurred to me that you were missing out on seeing everything. So I figured we could do the touristy thing and spend the night at an Inn and…"

Kate leans over and covers his mouth with her fingers giggling, "Sssh, you had me at 'pretty village' .

Drake takes her hand and kisses it, "Good, because I want you to have the best Birthday ever."

...

As they travel further away from the manor Kate focuses on the beautiful wintry scenery, and Drake's comforting hand in hers and soon her anxiety fades. It was starting to snow so Preston turned on the wipers. Drake gives Kate's hand a squeeze and then leans forward to tap Preston on the shoulder.

"How do the roads look?"

"So far they're just damp, but we should be fine. We have all wheel drive and snow tires."

Drake sits back again with a nod. "Good to know."

Kate tucks her hand under Drake's arm and leans into his shoulder, he turns to kiss her on the forehead. Kate smiles as she catches the comforting smell of his cologne, "I thought you would have used this opportunity to drive us in your truck. I love sitting next to you in the front seat."

Drake shrugs, "I thought about it. But then I remembered that I needed to get my tires changed, and besides if I was driving…" Drake pauses to tilt her chin up and give her a tender kiss on the lips. "I wouldn't be able to do that, whenever I wanted to."

Kate sighs with happiness, as he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her tighter against him. "I see your point. It's highly frowned upon to cuddle and drive. Or to do other things."

Drake catches Preston's eye in the rearview mirror when he looks back at them, he leans in to whisper in Kate's ear. "Seeing my point, along with doing other things, will have to wait until we don't have an audience."

Kate giggles as his lips move to her neck to plant gentle kisses. "How close are we to this Inn you were talking about?"

Preston shakes his head as he focuses on the road ahead, trying to ignore the sounds from the backseat.

….

An hour later Drake gently shakes Kate's shoulder to wake her. The warm interior of the car had lulled her to sleep and she had her head on his lap.

"Wakey wakey, Birthday Katie."

Kate moans sleepily and hugs him across the knees, "Five more minutes."

The rush of cold air on her face when Preston opens his door to get out jolts her awake and Drake laughs. "We're here, and I think you could use some fresh air to revive you."

Kate sits up and stretches, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth, "Oh sorry, must have dozed off."

Drake looks past Kate to the building they're parked in front of, "That's ok, you're forgiven. There wasn't much to see during the drive anyway, just snow and trees and mountains. We've finally made it to civilization."

Kate steps out of the car and looks up at the towering stone facade of their hotel, "Wow, this place is beautiful."

While she takes her phone out of her pocket to take pictures, Preston signals for Drake's attention and then pulls him aside.

"The weather reports are forecasting nasty weather tomorrow afternoon, what time in the morning do you want to be picked up?"

Drake shakes his head with a frown,"Didn't you get the itinerary that I sent to your email? Along with the list of things I need you to do?"

"Yes, but under the circumstances I thought you might want to change your plans. For safety's sake."

"I booked us for two days, and I don't plan on leaving early."

"But there's a storm coming." Preston insists.

"And your point is?"

"You're likely to get snowed in, and it'll take most of the second day before the roads are cleared. Meaning it'll take longer for me to come get you."

"Yes, it will." Drake replies, patting Preston on the arm. "Just do as I've asked, and then help yourself to a nice dinner at the hotel. Charge it to my room, and then go home."

Kate glances over at them with a look of concern, "What're you two talking about?"

Preston smirks at Drake, "You've got this all planned don't you? You saw the weather report."

"I did. Now please stop fucking around and get our luggage." Drake mumbles and then walks over to Kate.

He wraps his arm around her shoulders with a smile, steering her toward the hotel. "Welcome to Ravenhurst Castle, Kate. Our romantic getaway awaits."

Looking up at the steep slate roof, stone masonry, and tower climbing the corner of the building, Kate could see why they called it a castle. "You didn't have to go through this much trouble for me, Drake. I would have been just as happy staying at a simple Bed and Breakfast."

Drake stops on the stone walkway to pull her into his arms, "You're special to me, Kate. I couldn't let you spend the night just anywhere."

"But.."

Drake grabs her hand and then leads her up to the front door, "Just roll with it."

Preston follows them through the hotel lobby carrying their luggage. The three of them turn heads as they make their way to the front desk. Even dressed casually in jeans and sweaters, the presence of someone carrying your stuff was a dead giveaway that you were important. Preston drops their bags by the counter and takes up a protective position to watch the room. His fierce stare makes all the onlookers hurry off and mind their own business.

The hotel clerk behind the counter is bubbling with excitement and greets them with a wide smile, "Oh my goodness, welcome to The Ravenhurst! It's an incredible honour to have the Duke and Duchess stay with us. I'll have our best -..."

Drake shakes his head and holds up his hand to interrupt, "We already have a reservation."

"You..you do?" The clerk grabs her computer mouse and starts scrolling away as she searches the hotel registry on her computer screen.

"So you're not here to promote the Father Christmas Festival?"

Drake leans his elbows on the counter and lowers his voice,"Not this time. I was hoping to keep our visit as an unofficial one. We're under a different name. Try a reservation under Jones."

The clerk gives him a knowing smile, whispering. "Why of course Mr. Jones. I see your booking right here on my screen." Her expression changes to a frown when she notices something, "Unfortunately your room isn't quite ready. If you're looking for immediate accommodations though I could upgrade you to a suite."

"That will be fine, we just don't want to be fussed over, no paparazzi, just a quiet visit. Could you manage that for us please?"

Kate leaves Drake at the counter and wanders over to take pictures of the giant lobby Christmas tree. Preston breathes a sigh of annoyance at having his attention divided, he moves to another place in the lobby where he can still keep an eye on both of them. Kate sees the bodyguard move out of the corner of her eye and decides to tease him a little. "Hey Preston, come on over and take a selfie with me over by the tree."

He checks to see that Drake is still in conversation with the clerk, and then after taking a quick visual sweep of the room for possible threats he nods, "Only because the position of the tree provides an optimal vantage point from which to survey the room."

Preston stands next to the tree, unsmiling and on alert. Kate tries to stand close enough to him so that he fits into the frame of her phone camera, but can't get a good angle because he's so tall. "You don't smile much do you?"

Preston keeps his eyes trained on the room and mumbles. "I'm on duty, Your Grace."

Kate makes a funny face at her phone screen, trying to crack Preston's facade and get him to smile. "I've seen you talk to Drake and be more relaxed. Are you scared of little ole me?"

Preston doesn't answer at first, hazarding a glance her way and then looking away when their eyes meet on her phone screen. "It's not you I'm afraid of."

Across the room Drake steps away from the check-in counter and then walks over with a smirk on his face.

"Is she misbehaving, Preston?"

Preston gives a slight nod and then steps aside to give Drake room to slip his arm around Kate, "Our room isn't quite ready. But I may have arranged for some special hotel extras during our stay."

Kate snuggles into his warmth, feeling that familiar flutter that ripples through her every time she gets lost in his eyes, or he lights her up with his smile. "Oh? What sort of special extras?"

"Ravenhurst has a spa and salon onsite, two restaurants, and their own winery."

"Ooh, fancy. But didn't you promise me a tour of a pretty little town decorated for Christmas?"

Drake grins, "I did, and it would be a nice way to kill some time while they get our room ready. Besides, after being cooped up in the car for so long I could use a walk to stretch my legs."

Kate looks over at Preston, "Is Mr.Tall Broad shouldered and Serious coming with us?"

Drake notices Preston clenching his jaw trying not to react to her question, "No, he has other things to do. Then he's going home."

"But, Your Grace.." Preston argues.

After taking a quick look around to make sure they weren't causing a scene in the lobby, Drake answers quietly, "But nothing, just see to it that our luggage is safely taken up to our room when it's ready. Grab a meal on us, and then you're free to go. Don't worry about us, Preston, we'll be fine."

…

Drake and Kate leave Preston behind at the hotel to walk arm in arm to the village. Glancing back over her shoulder at the hotel, Kate asks, “Do you really think Preston can turn off Guard Duty mode long enough for us to have a private stroll?”

“I’m betting he’ll give us a five minute head start at least before he starts tracking us in the SUV.”

Kate giggles as the snowflakes tickle her cheeks and eyelashes, “Thanks for doing this for me. I really did need to get out of the house for a bit.”

Drake pulls his winter hat down further over his ears, his warm breath floating away in the chilly air, “You’re welcome. We both needed this. There’s nothing like taking a walk through a winter wonderland to lift your spirits.”

The tiny village of Raven’s Rest loves to decorate for Christmas. Every railing, light pole, and window was either trimmed with greenery and twinkling lights or wore a sparkling red bow or festive ornaments. With the fresh snow on the roofs and joyful music spilling out from every other opened shop door, it felt and looked like Christmas spirit came to life. The scents of cinnamon, nutmeg and chocolate wafted from a bakery café as Drake and Kate passed under its

striped red and white awning. Drake pulled in a deep breath and smiled as he pointed at the frosted gingerbread house displayed in the window.

“This looks like a perfect place to stop for a hot chocolate and a treat. What do you say Kate?”

Kate felt her stomach growl, “I say lead the way Mr. Jones.”

After ordering hot chocolates topped with whipped cream and candy cane sprinkles, and a plate of decorated cookies to share, they’re seated at a table for two by the window. Drake picks up a gingerbread star and bites off a corner. He looks at the decadent drink sitting in front of him and wonders if there was a possible way to not get it all over his face when he attempted to taste it.

Kate can see the confusion on his face as he chews his cookie, she giggles as she stirs the whipped cream on the top of her cup with a candy cane. “You look scared. Don’t worry it won’t bite. And no there isn't any way to avoid the whipped topping to get at the drink underneath. A little cream on your face is all part of the fun.”

She demonstrates by lifting her cup and delicately sipping at the candied rim, a smear of cream clings to her upper lip when she sets it back down. “See? Think of it just like your Santa beard from last year.”

Drake mumbles as he scrubs at the light stubble on his cheek, “Don't remind me.”

His beard had been much further along the year before, and he had used white stage makeup to whiten his whiskers. Unfortunately the makeup had made his skin itch. This year he was grateful that Maxwell was volunteering to be Santa for the parade.

Drake nearly chokes on his cookie as he watches Kate lick the cream off her lip. He coughs into his fist and then picks up his drink to wash down the crumbs. He gets cream on his nose and lips, and then wipes it off with a napkin, “It's much more fun to watch you drink it.”

Kate noisily slurps the whipped cream on the top of her hot chocolate, while Drake grabs a sugar cookie and uses it to scoop the froth off of his. “Ooh Drake, that's a good idea.”

The café is nearly empty of patrons and Kate is grateful not to have onlookers taking their picture, especially with the way Drake was devouring his cookie and getting cream all over his mouth and chin. She giggles and hands him another napkin, "You, uh have a little something on your face there honey."

Drake grunts, "Thanks."

He's annoyed at how sticky his face feels as he wipes off the cream, "Drinks don't need all this extra crap on them. That's why I prefer my coffee basic and black. And my hot chocolate tasting like chocolate."

"Oh bah humbug Mr. Scrooge, I figured a guy so into s'mores and marshmallows would enjoy something like this."

Drake wipes the cookie crumbs off of his jacket, "Hey don't get me wrong, I love a decorated cookie or dessert. But I prefer my drinks a little less childish and messy."

Kate shrugs, "I guess I see your point. But never tell Hana she can't put marshmallows in your hot chocolate, it would break her heart."

He nods, glancing at Kate's phone on the table. "If you want to check in with her, I won't stop you. I'm curious myself how our little Beanie is doing."

Kate wipes her hands on a napkin and then picks up her phone, "You don't mind? I'm dying to send her pictures of the hotel Christmas tree and tell her where we are."

Drake smiles and then lifts his hot chocolate to his lips. He doesn't dare tell Kate that he and Hana had been planning this birthday trip for weeks.

While Kate happily texts away to Hana, Drake watches the snow falling outside the window. The grey sky was darkening as the flakes got heavier. They soon needed to head back to the hotel. The pedestrian traffic was much lighter than when they entered the café, and the street lamps were coming on. He can see the dark shape of an SUV creeping along the street in the distance. No doubt it was Preston.

Drake is in mid-sip when his phone rings in his pocket, making him jump and spill the hot chocolate all over himself and the table. "Gah! Son of a - …"

Kate gasps in surprise and jumps out of her seat. "Oh my goodness, Drake."

She grabs the remaining napkins from the table and dabs at the front of his jacket as he puts down his cup and pushes his chair back. He swats her hands away when she tries to wipe his lap, "It's ok, it's ok! Let me do that."

Kate chews on her lip as she watches an employee approach with a roll of paper towels.

"I'm so sorry. We'll clean this up. Could you bring us a bag so we can take our cookies to go?"

Drake sighs as he unzips his jacket and takes out his phone when the ringing stops, "Preston, you Prick."

The car pulls up outside and parks, waiting, the wipers swiping away the snow. Drake sends Preston a quick message, I told you to go home.

Preston answers back, Need a lift?

Drake and Kate pile into the backseat of the SUV, brushing the snow off of themselves. In the clean, warm interior of the vehicle the scent of the spilled hot chocolate on Drake's clothes is very noticeable, adding to his discomfort at having wet pants.

Drake takes off his jacket and then folds it up and puts it down on the floor. He inspects his sweater and shirt for chocolate stains.

"Thanks for picking us up, Preston. If we'd tried to walk back to the hotel we would have been soaked and frozen before we got there," Kate says, smiling at the security guard."

"I'm already soaked," Drake mutters, looking down at the dark wet stain on his lap.

Kate pats him on the arm, "I meant from the snow, Dear."

Preston checks their surroundings and then does a u-turn in the road to take them back to the hotel.

"How did he find us anyway?"

Drake answers, "Most likely tracked my phone with the GPS."

Kate looks at him with surprise, "He can track our phones? Is that even legal?"

Drake nods, "After Anton kidnapped us from our own wedding, it was discussed among the council that the security team needed extra help in case it ever happened again. Liam approved it."

"I guess that makes sense. But then all we would have needed to do to escape would leave our phones behind."

Preston speaks up, "It's not a foolproof plan, Your Grace, but it still gives us a place to start if one of you suddenly went missing."

It doesn't take long to return to the hotel, but thanks to the heavy clouds it was already getting dark. When Preston parks the SUV Drake asks, "So did you deliver all of our bagage to our room and do a security check to make sure it was safe?"

"Of course, Sir."

"Did you get yourself a room, Preston? It's too late for you to head home now."

Drake looks at Kate with a frown, "Don't encourage him to babysit us."

"It's his job to keep us safe, Drake, so let him do it."

…

After collecting their room keys the three of them head up to their rooms. Preston has conveniently booked the room next to Drake and Kate.

"Consider yourself off duty for the rest of the evening, Preston. Relax and enjoy yourself." Kate says, smiling.

"If that's at all possible." Drake mutters as he unlocks the door to their room.

As soon as Drake enters the room he starts stripping off his clothes. Kate can't help but laugh. "Woah there cowboy, at least warm me up with some foreplay before we jump right into it."

Drake grumbles as he kicks off his boots and then unzips his jeans, "Ha ha, so not funny. At least you don't smell and feel like a walking candy bar."

Kate leans against the corner of the antique four poster bed as she watches Drake fuss around half naked, digging around in his luggage for his bath supplies. "I dunno, I kind of like the smell of chocolate on you. Gives me a reason to seek out all the parts of you that taste the sweetest."

Drake can't help but grin, as he leans in to kiss her cheek. Kate frowns when she realizes how sticky his face is. "Still like it?"

Kate makes a face and then wipes at her cheek. "Ok, I get it. Go get a shower and a shave."

As he wanders across the room naked, Drake points at the Welcome Basket on the table by the window.

"I asked the hotel if they could throw in some complimentary spa treatments as a Birthday gift. Why don't you check some of them out and then we could go to the restaurant for dinner. Go get yourself all pampered and feeling gorgeous for our date night."

Before Kate can protest that she had nothing fancy to wear to dinner, Drake disappears into the bathroom. With a shrug she picks up the spa brochure and then sits down on the bed while she nibbles on the cookies from the bakery.

"Oooh, they have a special brown sugar body scrub treatment. That would feel so nice, and I would smell delicious afterward." Kate mumbles around her mouthful of cookie. "And I could get my hair and nails done, perfect."

After looking through the envelope of coupons for the free treatments she wanted, Kate walks over to the bathroom door and knocks. "Thanks so much for the spa coupons, I'm going to take advantage of some of these and then see you later."

Drake rinses his razor in the sink and then pauses his shaving to answer, "Good for you. Text me when you're all finished and I'll meet you here to get ready. I'm going to explore the hotel a little bit myself."

Kate kisses her fingertips and then presses them to the door, "Love you, Drake."

Drake smiles, "I love you too."

After finishing his shave and shower, Drake finds the phone number on the brochure and calls down to the Spa.

When his call is answered there's a women's voice on the line, "Bella Salon and Spa, how may I help you?"

Drake runs his hand back through his wet hair, "Hi, do you have a customer there booked in under the name Jones or Walker?"

"I'm sorry, sir, in order to respect the privacy of our clients we cannot disclose that information."

"Oh, Ok. I understand. My wife is there and I want to book a haircut without her seeing me. I want to surprise her later during our dinner date."

"Our salon closes within the hour, but if you're in need of a clipper cut I can squeeze you in right away. What name should I put next to your reservation?"

Drake thinks for a moment, "Davis, Preston Davis."

…

Kate sits in the makeup chair at the Salon in one of their plush robes. She felt like she had just received the royal treatment after the body scrub and facial. Next they were doing the finishing touches to her makeup application and hair styling, followed by a manicure and pedicure. On the other side of the partition wall she can hear the sound of a pair of clippers buzzing on and off and occasionally a man's voice in conversation with the stylist.

She couldn't be sure because of the way the sounds echoed off of the hard surfaces in the salon, but it sounded like Drake. She felt like a bride on her wedding day trying to hide away from the groom until she was ready. It made her tingle with excitement inside over meeting him for dinner. In her mind she was mulling over what blouse and pair of jeans to wear, wishing she had packed something more feminine. But knowing that Drake would probably be dressed casually as well helped.

…

Drake sat at the bar in his black dress shirt, jacket and slacks. He had to resist the urge to smooth his hand over his freshly trimmed hair, hoping that Kate would like it. Any minute now she'd be returning to their room to dress for dinner. He picked at the bowl of mixed nuts and pretzels on the bar, and singled out all the peanuts to munch on as he waited.

An attractive female bartender smiles as she notices him sitting all by himself and walks over, "Good evening sir, could I interest you in a drink? Or are you more interested in grazing from the snack bowl."

"I'll take a whiskey on the rocks, for now." Drake answers, trying to maintain his composure as her hungry gaze makes him feel like he's the snack.

"For now? Are you anticipating ordering more later?"

He smiles as she prepares his drink, "I'm expecting someone."

She nods as she slides the glass of whiskey back across the bar to him, "Well, when your date arrives let me know. I'll get her something special. My name is Amanda by the way."

Drake picks up his glass and gives the whiskey an appreciative sniff and then a sip, he nods toward Amanda lifting his glass in a salute, "Drake."

His phone buzzes in his pocket as he sets the glass down again.

…

Kate lets herself back into her room after her time at the spa. The soft coziness of the robe wrapped around her felt so nice, and she hated to take it off to put on her casual denim again.

She's surprised to find herself alone in the room and sends Drake a quick text. Spa appt all done, feeling fantastic. Where are you?

D: I'm down at the bar enjoying a whiskey. Can't wait to see you.

K: What should I wear? I didn't pack anything fancy.

D: There's a present for you under the bed.

K: Drake.

D: Just read the letter attached and humor me. Happy Birthday Kate.

…

Kate puts her phone down on the table and purses her lips with a frown, she was afraid of what might be in the box. After hiding under baggy clothes and bluejeans for months she was worried that whatever was in the box wouldn't fit.

Kneeling down on the floor she peeks under the bed. There's a large green rectangular box and a smaller white one that looked like a shoe box. She drags out the green box first and sets it on the bed. There's an envelope taped to the top. She should feel happy about Drake buying her a present but she just felt nervous instead. Sucking in a deep breath and then letting it out to help calm her nerves, Kate opens the envelope. There's a handwritten letter inside, and she can't help but feel a rush of emotion at the care it took for him to write it all by hand.

____

Dear Kate,

I'll never forget the night we met. We were all there for him, and then along came you. At the time you were just the waitress that was willing to show us a good time. I thought you were cute and all, but never figured I would stand a chance. You made an impression on a future King that night, and an impression on me.

I'm not sure when everything changed in my favor, maybe it was that night at Applewood or maybe it was when I jumped in front of that bullet, realizing I would rather die than live in a life without you. We've been through a lot to get where we are now, and despite the ups and downs you married me instead. You've shown me a life and love I never thought I'd have and for that I'll be eternally grateful.

Now between us we've created a new life in our little girl. Becoming a parent changes a person. You're no longer responsible for just your own life but for someone else's too. Some days this scares me to death, and then I see you holding Brooklyn in your arms and know that we're going to be alright.

I'm excited to discover my new life as a father, and to get to know the mother you are becoming. So tonight on your Birthday I want to meet you all over again for the first time. So what do you say Kate? Have you ever wanted to meet that mysterious stranger in a bar that only has eyes for you?

Love, Drake.

___

Kate plucked a tissue out of the box on the bedside table. She was glad that she had chosen the waterproof mascara, because now her eyes burned with tears. Drake was right, becoming a mom had changed her. At times she was scared too, but knowing that Drake was always going to be by her side to help raise Brooklyn made her heart feel more full. After dabbing at her eyes she delicately blew her nose, not wanting to smudge her makeup, and then lifted the cover on the box. Peeling back the tissue paper she gasps and then reaches for her phone.

….

Drake finished off his whiskey and then checked the time on his phone. He didn't want to call her in case she was busy getting dressed, but he was starting to worry that she wasn't going to show. Amanda raises her eyebrows and holds up the whiskey bottle to quietly ask if he wanted a refill. He shakes his head and then sticks his hand in the snack bowl again to grab a pretzel. Before he can eat it his phone rings. It's Kate.

"Hello?" He answers.

"I can't wear this."

"Sure you can."

"Because of the way the top is designed I can't wear a bra."

Drake shrugs, "So don't wear one."

"Hah! This mother of a 7 month old child needs a little more support thank you very much."

"Didn't you wear a dress similar to this to Max's birthday party last year?"

"Well, yes…"

"Just try it on. I promise you'll look beautiful in it."

"You're biased because you think I look good in anything."

"Yes, I do. I also think you look good in nothing at all. Now are you coming down to dinner?"

Kate is quiet on the other end for a few seconds, "Ok, fine. But I need pretty shoes to wear with a dress like this."

Drake smiles, "I'm guessing you haven't opened the other box yet. When you're ready, text Preston and ask him to escort you down to Edgar's Restaurant. I'll be waiting for you over by the bar."

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#12 days of fictmas 2020 #12 days of fictmas #drake walker #drake x kate #choices

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datin-ronpa-v3 · 3 years

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Teddy Bear

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Ryoma x Reader (reader is in first person) Pre-Trauma Ryoma as well just cuz I like him happy Has some headcanons, be warned!

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You excitedly walk up to the door. You can't help but have a big, goofy grin on your face. You get to spend a whole night with your boyfriend! The two of you have been looking forward to tonight for a week or so and you've prepped everything you'll need in your big bag. Soft blankets, soft pajamas, soft pillow, snacks... You've got it all. You let out a soft squeal of excitement and take a deep breath as you knock on the door.

The door unlocks and... There he is. Ryoma looks up at you with a big smile on his face. "Hey." You grin down at him and go in for a hug, which he immediately reciprocates. His embrace is comforting and warm, just like it always is. A wordless way of saying "I love you."

He leads you inside, offering to take your things but you tell him you've got it. You're immediately greeted by his parents, both of which seem very excited to see you. They give you a hug each and welcome you to their home. His mother nudges you and mentions that you're practically all Ryoma wants to talk about, which causes him to poorly hide his now beet-red face under his hat. You tinge a bit too but laugh it off, smirking at him. He sticks his tongue out at you.

After a brief tour of the house he takes you to his room. There's tennis paraphernalia everywhere and quite a few motivational cat posters. A grey kitty is curled up on his bed. There's also what appears to be an air mattress at the foot of his bed. He spreads his arms out and faces you. "This is where you'll be staying."

"It's perfect," you reply enthusiastically.

He smiles and hugs your leg before taking your belongings. "You get the bed since you're the guest of honor," he says as he plops your things on the covers.

This spurs a mini argument between the two of you as you try to argue that he should get to sleep in his own bed while he argues that you deserve the real bed because he loves you. You're both very stubborn in wanting the best of the other so it doesn't go anywhere. You agree to discuss it later at bedtime as you're called to dinner.

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After a wonderfully made supper and some board games with his family you and Ryoma retire to his room to get ready for bed. Neither of you are particularly tired but you're both very eager to spend a whole night together. You go to the bathroom to change into your jammies. You specifically chose to where you cat pjs just because you thought he'd like them. The top is loose and has a cat face with text reading "Meow are you?" The bottoms go about halfway to your knees and are covered with cat faces.

As you re-enter his room you see him in his jammies. A loose shirt that reads "REAL MEN LIKE CATS" and checkered bottoms. He looks absolutely incredible. You knew he'd be adorable in his sleepwear and yet your expectations were still exceeded. You have to cover your mouth in an attempt to hide just how much you love him right now. Fortunately for you, he seems to react pretty similarly to your pajamas. His face pinkens as he grins. "You look so adorable." Your face flushes and the only real answer you have is to run over and pick him up. He laughs and hugs you close.

After a small bout of cuddling you plop him onto his bed and begin going through your things, distinctly moving everything to the air mattress.

"Hey-"

"I wanna sleep on the air mattress."

"You get the real bed, we already decided."

You give him the stink eye with a smirk. "I want to be able to look up when I wake up and see a cute guy."

He blushes at that and doesn't have an argument against it. You have won.

As you get the air mattress set up a dreadful realisation dawns on you. You stare at your stuff, horrified.

Ryoma is quick to notice your distress and sits up, immediately serious. "What's wrong? Are you okay? I can run out and get you something from the store if you need it-"

You shake your head. This is... Embarrassing. "I-It's nothing. I'm okay." You try to give him a reassuring smile.

He is not buying it, arching a brow in response.

With a defeated sigh, you sag your shoulders and look away. "I... Forgot my teddy bear." He seems a bit surprised by that. You decide to elaborate for his sake. You can feel your face heat up as you continue, "I don't know why, but... I need something to hug when I'm sleeping or I'm just restless. I found a teddy bear that was the perfect size and shape a few years back and I've been able to sleep peacefully with it."

You can feel him staring at you. It makes you want to curl up and hide under something. Ryoma reaches out and gently sets a hand on your shoulder. "Dunno why you're acting like that's something to be ashamed of, kitten." He offers a reassuring smile. "It's honestly really cute."

You turn a bit more pink but let out a sigh of relief. Thank god he didn't find that too weird. You lean into his touch and he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek.

"You said it was the perfect size and shape for you, right? What'd it look like? We might have something lying around you could use instead."

His willingness to help you out with something so silly makes your heart thump. He's always been the sweetest guy you know. "Well... It was a kind of big teddy bear... About the size of a my pillow, actually. So a pillow would work if you have a spare."

He smiles and nods. Then he chuckles softly. "I didn't know you had a me-sized stuffed animal you hug every night. I'm honestly a bit jealous."

It had never once occurred to you, not for a second, that you cuddled a Ryoma-sized bear every single night. Those words alone put the idea of cuddling Ryoma all night long in your head. Your face flushes a deep red as you stare at him.

He blinks before turning red himself. "Sorry- I didn't think about what I was saying. I am not actually jealous of an inanimate object, that would be weird-" His words are rushed and he can no longer maintain eye contact with you.

You look away as well, unable to shake the idea of twelve hours of cuddles from your head. You gulp before squeaking out, "I never thought about it like that before."

You hear him shuffle. "Sorry if I ruined your teddy bear for you..."

You whip around to face him, appalled by his statement. "You made cuddling my bear so much better! Now I get to think of you every time I go to bed!"

He stares, wide eyed and red-faced. He seems to be at a complete loss for words. "Oh."

You look away again, immediately getting embarrassed about your passionate outburst about how you could now think about him every time you went to sleep. The two of you sit in a deeply awkward silence that is only interrupted by the yawn of his cat.

Ryoma is the one to speak up. "We could try it if you want..." His voice is quiet and uncertain.

You look back at him, confused. You're brain is too frayed to comprehend his offer.

His shoulders are hunched, hands balled up in his lap. He's staring at them with an embarrassed expression. In an even softer voice, he continues, "I could... Be your teddy bear. If you want-"

You don't need to think twice about your answer. "Yes. Please."

After some readjusting and moving things around you sit on the other side of Ryoma's bed. You look down at him. He glances up at you before leaning into your side and nuzzling you. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," you remind him.

He looks up at you, eyes determined. "I want this."

With that you gingerly wrap an arm around him and pull him closer. He's much warmer than you expected and it's kind of comforting. He scoots himself a bit closer so that his back is right up against you. Your heart flutters and you hold him even tighter. You bring your knees up and rest your chin atop his head. His short, orange hair is delightfully soft, albeit a bit tickly. You peek down at him. "Are you comfy?"

To your surprise, his eyes are already closed and he's got a wide smile on his face. "Mhm." He takes the arm around him and cuddles it, rubbing his cheek in your palm. He seems very content.

You smile and crane your neck to give him a kiss on the cheek. His eyes shoot open at that and he rolls onto his back, making grabby motions with his hands. You chuckle and lean in again, this time sharing a kiss with him. He makes a happy noise as he gets back into snuggling position. The two of you chat for a bit, flirting and joking around. Despite having not been that tired before you both find yourselves growing steadily drowsier as time goes on. More and more yawns fill the gaps between talking. Ryoma's cat hops onto you and curls up, purring contentedly. He grins and comments she only does that with people she really likes. You feel honored.

It doesn't take long for sleep to overtake you both. Both Ryoma and yourself have a warm smile as you hold each other. The night passes by and you get the most comfortable rest you've ever gotten in your life. So does he. His cat seemed pretty comfy, too.

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#🖤 Ryoma #💌 Romantic story

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chuckling-chemist · 5 years

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12th Perigee Extra 1: Don’t Think Twice

((This is a of an homage of the #TumblrLogOff protest. Served well with the new KH III song Don’t Think Twice. Kept short and sweet.))

3 a.m. All was still in the temporary hivestem. Mayola finally managed to strip down into a sleek pair of warm sleepwear, perfect for lounging for another solid hour before even thinking about getting any sort of sleep. Unlike Valeba, who somehow managed to conk out on the couch without even making it into the actual respiteblock of the suite. But for Mayola, between the time zone shifts, the odd hours of the dance (they still had hours left in the night, yet brunch was coming at 11 a.m. for those who wanted it? What kind of schedule was that) and the general mood of the whole festivities succeeded in making it impossible for her. Not that such was bad, but any sort of value judgement didn’t change a racing blood pusher.

Ideally, she needed to sleep. That’s what the recuperacoon is for: calm a troll in any emotional state and force them to rest. Were Icasui here, that’s what she’d tell her to do, at least.

Her pink palm husk buzzed loudly on the table, blaring out the lyrics to Cherry Bomb. Valeba jerked awake, grabbing around uselessly for anything on the couch. Mayola snatched it up in one quick swoop, hurriedly approving the call and putting the thing up to her ear before Valeba did something stupid. Like stab her palm husk for waking her up. That would be bad.

“Mayola?” a frantic voice over the phone asked. “Mayola are you there? Pleasssse tell me you’re --”

Pallia? What the hell was Pallia of all trolls doing calling her? Did Aisral need something? “God, yeah. Yeah. I’m here.” Mayola shook her head. “The hell’s going on? Why d’ya sound upset?”

“Is Dontoc sssafe? He hasn’t anssswered his phone in hoursss and I’m getting worried”

Oh. That was all she was worried about. No big deal. “Are you just worried ‘bout him again? Cause like, Valley’s got it handled. She put a --”

“No Mayola. You don’t….fuck.” There was a pause on the line, followed by Pallia swallowing thickly. “Turn on the TV.”

She looked over at Valeba, curled up tightly on the couch and, hopefully, asleep. “Uh...I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“No Mayola you need to see thisssss. Put the newsssss on. Now.”

The sudden authority in Pallia’s tone threw Mayola through a loop. “But Val--”

“Valeba needs to, too.”

Mayola groaned. She sauntered over to the couch, pushing Valeba’s legs out of the way just enough so she wasn’t sitting on them. Not that it mattered. Valeba pushed herself groggily into a sitting position. “The hell’s going on?” she rasped.

Mayola turned the TV on with a helpless shrug. No point keeping it quiet now. “Just Shorty. I’m placating a fucking…oh.”

As the television screen flickered to life, she saw exactly what Pallia was talking about. Images of cities, some she recognized and some she didn’t, in literal chaos. Lowbloods with obscured faces with molotov cocktails marching through the streets. Midbloods evacuating from a burning officeblock, some perfectly safely through the door, others jumped out of top windows, shattering glass just to end it before it collapsed on them. Lusii rampaging through city streets, bulldozing everything and everyone in their path. Drones cutting down anyone who got close to them. Blues and greens of the upper castes painting the streets as frequently as the browns, yellows and reds of the bottom. No matter which city, the same carnage.

Distantly, she recognized the reporter’s voice speaking over top, but registered no words. Hell, the titles of cities that flashed over and over again looked like symbols on a screen until one of them looked distinctly like a symbol set of the city not far from them. And here they were, sitting ducks in a hivestem ignoring the whole fucking thing. How pathetic.

Mayola gripped her phone with a clammy hand. She dared not look over at Valeba.

“Is...how’s--”

“Sandyhorn’s fine,” Pallia said quietly. “We turned on the newss before going to ssssleep. I just saw one of those cities, ssstumbled upon the name and…”

The looming silence between them only broken by muffled, choked tears from the other end told Mayola everything she needed to know. Who knew how long she’s been freaking out.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Perfectly safe. Just some cancelled plans it’s soundin’ like.”

“Sssssorry.”

“Ain’t your fault. But yeah, let Ace know the two of us are fine and if this somehow hits our shores, we sure as hell ain’t goin’ down without a fight. Okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Can do.”

“And get some fuckin’ sleep. Please.”

“Mmhm.” Mayola heard something shuffle around on the other side as she added, “But ssseriously, if you see Dontoc can you...can you text me? He hasn’t answered me in hoursss and if it weren’t for all of thissss, I probably wouldn’t be conssssserned but I am he’ssss not like you and Valeba and--”

“Right, yeah. I get it. Val and I got this. You go sleep.”

Pallia hung up the call without another word. Mayola’s gaze flickered back up to the screen. It cut away from the violence back to the reporters, a couple of unfazed bluebloods who spoke coldly about the whole topic, how callous these trolls are for putting undue stress on Alternia so close to the holidays.

“So this is how it feels being a highblood, huh.”

She jerked her head over to Valeba. The brownblood’s gaze was affixed to the screen, unfocused. At some point, she must’ve readjusted herself into a sitting position, knees tucked underneath her chin. “Getting to sit comfy in your ivory tower while the world falls apart around you.”

Mayola grimaced. She wanted to rebut, but what could she say? That it wasn’t true? That Valeba was overreacting? Everything would be okay, because they would be safe, she could trust the man running it was hemoloyal enough, no one would want to touch him? With a sigh, she said, “Yeah. That’s about how it works. Everything goes to shit around you while you’re in the only sunny spot and there ain’t nothing you can do about it. I doubt they’ll touch here though. Her Imperious Sunshine ain’t one to fuck around with galas that sing her praises.”

“We’ve fought them before,” she pointed out. “I get we can’t do it now cause it’ll look bad. I do. Teals talk and all that shit. But we already weren’t going home until after 12th Perigee. This city’s so close it’d be easy, and the both of know riots like this last until the damn city is decimated. That shit takes weeks. And no one else here’s gonna give a shit.”

She wasn’t wrong. Mayola fought drones for target practice. Valeba’s aim with a bow was the result of sweeps upon sweeps of honing it into deadly precision and aim. The two together, as she’s found out more than once, were lethal together. So long as the chaos stayed mostly under control, they might be able to knock the drones off without word getting out off-planet of a seadweller assisting.

“You realize Eeks would tell me no, right?” The words sounded hollow in Mayola’s head. She might’ve said it sweeps ago, but now Mayola wasn’t so sure. She might end up saying that she’s upholding tyrian leadership and showcasing her power as possible Empress by standing up to the drones of the current one. More importantly, Mayola desperately wanted to slice and dice on in true 12th Perigee revelry and mayhem tradition. Combined with becoming a living, breathing incarnation of karma in at least one city toward a bunch of perfect targets for such and it all made it difficult to tell herself no.

“I’m not Icasui,” she said flatly. “They deserve justice.”

“You’ll worry your moirail.”

“Dontoc’s got bigger things to worry about than me right now.” Valeba’s gaze turned to her. Even in the darkness of the room, Mayola felt the angry, determined gaze burn holes into her soul. “You fucking know you want to stick it to those goddamn jackass, no good, hemoloyal fuckers. And what better way to do it than jumping out of that stupid, mile high tower and into the fray that’ll dirty their claws?”

Her breath caught in her throat. She’d never meet another troll who could speak to her like Valeba. Not in this lifetime, anyway.

The screen flipped back to the city. Mayola caught blood castes of all kinds fighting back. Bluebloods and yellowbloods pushing back in tandem. Olives and jades and rusts and teals taking advantage of their strengths for a common goal. All together, as if this were Sandyhorn and not a zone of high Empress control, cooperating. All except one caste.

Mayola couldn’t see a single seadweller among the dissenters.

She placed a hand on Valeba’s knee, grinning silently. Now wasn’t the time for words. She didn’t need them. Valeba understood. There would be hell to pay, and the regular trolls weren’t the ones in debt.

#fantroll #fantrolls #fanfiction #a tale of 12th perigee #my writing #mayola #valeba #i swear to god the other planned extra will be happier than this

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theheartchoice · 6 years

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dean/cas | teen | 2.6k | coda for 12x10 (part 1 of 2) | ao3

Cas recovers in the bunker under Dean’s care (part 2).

Ishim's words has gotten to him. Add in the physical beating to that emotional one, and Dean knew Cas could do with a good night's rest. He insisted Cas at least try to close his eyes and turn his mind off for a few hours while his body recovered.

They stood at the threshold of Cas' room—one barely lived-in and lacking all nuance of personal touch—and Cas reared back, slightly.

"Dean, this is pointless. I'm not tired." And yet his eyes were hanging from his head, and the entire walk from the garage Cas had leaned his weight into Dean. "I can do research in the librar—"

"—Cas, enough! Alright? You're getting some shut-eye, and that's final." If he had to treat Cas like a stubborn child then he would. He knew what was best right now, even if Cas couldn't see it.

Cas' riposte died on his lips, sighing as tired eyes drifted from Dean to the empty room.

"You spent enough of your angel mojo healing that dick to earn yourself at least one goddamn night's rest. You need to heal. I won't take no for an answer."

Dean urged him through the doorway, hand at the small of Cas' back, closing the door with his boot behind them to dissuade any worry of Cas escaping back into the hall.

Hand still gripped in Cas' coat, he led him to the bedside and switched on the lamp. The room was bare. No pictures or art or weapons on the walls. Nothing on the desk but a blank notepad and pen. The TV remote sat on the nightstand beside the keys to Cas' Lincoln Continental. The drab palette and lack of character was not a welcome sight, with nothing at all to garner that feeling of home.

Dean made a mental note: tomorrow, he would help Cas decorate—any way he wanted.

It was a good idea, one he should've thought of sooner. Because he noticed something mingled in the exhaustion of Cas' features that tugged at his heart, like a child wanting to leave a place they found.. disturbing, unfamiliar, uncomfortable.

"C'mon.."

Dean turned Cas to face him, giving him something alive and reassuring to focus on. Palms slipping beneath the shoulders of his coat, Dean shifted it down til Cas worked it off over his hands. Dean hung it on the back of the door and returned his focus to his friend.

"You don't like it here, huh?" he muttered, avoiding Cas' eyes while loosening his tie.

When Cas didn't answer Dean looked up, snaking the tie through his grasp and searching Cas' face for a visual answer.

A weary sigh deepened the lines in Cas' face. "No, it is a.. nice room. Thankyou."

"Right."

Dean didn't believe him. Cas knew he didn't believe him. But neither had the energy to care at the moment.

Unbuttoning Cas' shirt he was surprised to find a second layer: a white singlet was half-tucked where his shirt had been into the wasitband of his trousers. Dean left Cas to finish up, expecting him to follow through from his example, and turned towards the dresser.

"What are you doing..?"

Dean pulled open a draw.

"There's nothing in there," Cas mumbled, spying Dean from the corner of his eye as he reached the final button.

The cotton dragged over his skin, feeling considerably more heavy than the light weight it should be. It seemed to gather with a thud on the floor as it fell from his shoulders.

Reaching to remove his under-layer, Cas inhaled deep to muster the strength of raising his arms above his head. Perhaps a few hours rest would do him some good.

But he still couldn't shake the feeling of the room: it felt foreign, belonging to someone else—or many someones, like any of the countless, nameless motel rooms he had stayed in over the years whether with, or without the Winchesters.

He struggled as the fabric caught on its ascent, trying to keep his balance and free himself from the tangled confines of one too many layers.

Steady hands came to land on his shoulders just in time, before hoisting the confounded garment from his head and arms while helping him stay upright.

"..There y'are."

Dean's soft smile sparkled, but was paired with concerned brows digging forward. He was worrying about Cas—again.

Cas felt like a burden much of the time, and now he had let show his dislike for the room the brothers were kind enough to offer him. He had been ungrateful, and guilt churned sleepily in his gut.

"Thankyou, Dean." He needed to say more, needed to find words of appreciation lest Dean kick him to the curb, again. "I—.." But he wasn't given the chance.

Tossing the singlet on the ground with his shirt, Dean reached for a pile of clothing—of unfamiliar clothing—folded and waiting on the bed.

"Comfy shirt—" Dean let the old tee unfurl in one hand, "Comfy pants—" he let the pair of flannel pyjama bottoms unfurl in the other, both pieces of sleepwear hanging in display.

"Where did you..?"

"I filled your dresser a few days ago. Thought you would've noticed, by now."

Cas was dumbstruck. He glanced over at the open draw, now piled with all manner of casual clothing. Dean lay the tee and pants on the bed before stepping towards the closet.

"And, I thought it would be a good idea if, y'know.." He stood holding open the closet door. Inside were a dozen or so white dress shirts neatly hanging, aside a dozen or so pairs of dark slacks. "Better you have some spares than waste your mojo on stitchin' cotton. I just figured, anyway.."

Cas' feet were on auto-pilot as he found himself beside Dean, fingers trailing along the garments that had been bought, prepared, gifted just for him by the one person in the world whom it meant the most to recieve them from.

"Dean, I—"

"—Don't sweat it."

Cas smiled. "But, how did you know—"

"—I took your measurements. When we got back from Gitmo, I just needed to keep myself busy, y'know.. With homey things. I did laundry. Found your stuff.. Went out, bought some more."

"But you were mad—"

"—And I needed a distraction. From those government spooks, from Billie.. Retail therapy. Works wonders." His smile stuttered as he continued on. "And.. this is your room, Cas. It should be filled with your things, with you."

Cas' arm moved of its own accord, hand suddenly squeezing Dean's bicep. "Thankyou," Cas reiterated, pouring every ounce of gratitude and fondness he had for this human into his words, and into the look of admiration and affection he gifted back to him.

Dean Winchester was a treasure.

Clearing his throat, Dean moved back to the mess of clothes on the floor, gathering them up and placing them in the hamper in the corner.

"Hey—" He called to Cas, who turned with one hand still caressing his new wardrobe. "Pants too, 'cmon."

Cas gave a nod, and began on his belt. He had somehow regained composure of muscles, managing not to trip and stumble as he stepped out of his trousers. It was as he worked them over his ankles that Cas noticed six pairs of boots standing to attention at the bottom of his closet, cloaked in shadow.

"This.. must have been an expensive," he remarked, turning back to Dean.

"It wa—.."

Cas stood only in his black boxers, and the sight took Dean by surprise. He straightened from folding back the covers of the bed and cleared his throat again.

"It was worth it. Anything to flex my pool skills. Actually made more than I ended up spendin', so.. win-win."

He beamed at Cas, though his face had reddened some and he avoided prolonged eye contact.

Dean grabbed the edge of the hamper basket and tilted the opening toward Cas, prompting him to throw his trousers in.

Cas gravitated to the bedside, reaching for the sleepwear and pulling on the pants—almost tipping forward, but Dean's hand again braced him, keeping him from falling. Cas peeked up and gave a small smile of thanks.

The some flannel was thick and hugged his skin in the cool night air. As he pulled on the tee his eyes drew downward, noting the imagery on the front, while feeling the soft, worn fabric of the sleeves that reached his elbows and the torso that hung loose enough to curl up in. This was familiar.

"This is.. yours?"

Dean nodded, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "Yeah, well.. You need it more than I do."

Cas quirked his head at that. His hands held the hem of the shirt taught, the upside-down symbology of Dean's favourite band stretching out beneath him.

"It's comfort, Cas. And you deserve a little comfort. You deserve to feel comfortable—here, 'cos.. this is your home."

The flannel pants were helping, but it was the warmth of Dean's words, of his sentiment that flooded and embraced Cas like a hug from the inside out.

And then his arms were around Dean, wayward again.

Where words failed, or didn't come, actions had always spoken clear and sincere between the two of them. Cas buried his face in Dean's collar, sighing into the contact, the familiarity, the comfort of good company.

Their bodies were flush. Dean's head told him that his arms wrapped around Cas to hold him steady. But his heart beat a different story, drumming bold and bathed in sunlight as his angel embraced him.

Whatever bad air threatened to taint their friendship, Dean revered what they shared too damn much to let it fall apart, to give up on it. He may have been mad at Cas for his reckless behaviour, but they would find a way to work through it, like they always did. And in the meantime he would be damned if their profound bond twisted into something distant and unfamiliar.

He didn't want Cas to leave—not again. So he needed to make sure he had a reason to stay—to want to stay, like the feeling of home that couldn't be found anywhere else.

Dean patted Cas' back and let their bodies part, reeling from the warmth and the feeling of hope that their friendship was still in tact.

"Alright, bedtime." Dean steered Cas to sit on the edge of the mattress. "Eight hours at least."

The angel tucked his feet in and settled down beneath the covers.

"Dean?" Cas stopped him as he reached for the light.

"Yeah, what's up..?"

"I—.. would you—.. I mean.."

Dean moved closer to the bedside.

"What is it, Cas?"

"Would you mind.. staying?" Cas tried, uncertain. ”Just.. until I fall asleep?”

Without hesitation, Dean nodded, moving around the bed towards the armchair which looked comfy enough, if not sat in for over forty years.

The rustle and movement of sheets caught his attention, and he turned to find Cas had folded back the covers, a bare space inviting Dean to join him.

Oh.

Dean’s eyes flicked between the bed and the chair as Cas stubbornly tried to fight off sleep.

If he was being honest, he could cut and run right now; go back to his own room and his own bed, feeding Cas some bullshit excuse. But he would no doubt find himself sleeping restlessly, waking several times in the night to wander down the hall and check on Cas. He might as well just stay the night.

He toed off his boots and left them by the nightstand. His belt came next, before he slipped out of his jeans and folded them on the arm of the upholstered chair, flannel following. The last item was his watch, which he placed beside the small bedside lamp before tucking himself in beside Cas.

It was only then that he noticed the angel staring: wide eyes framed in exhaustion, but definitely staring—at Dean.

“What..?”

Cas said nothing, but a smile sparkled in his eyes before he leaned carefully out of the bed to switch off the light.

He settled back down beside Dean, who hoisted the covers up over his chest.

Better a mattress than some old manky chair, he though. And even though it wasn’t memory foam, he had to admit it was damn comfy. The ache eased out of his bones as his muscles melted into the lure of sleep. He might well beat Cas to dreamland.

They both needed this: Cas’ grace needed to recharge, and Dean had face-off with one too many angels in the past 24 hours, earning him at least a few hours of comfortable unconsciousness.

The shadows pressed in on him, insistent. Cas’ smile lingered in his mind, and before he could surrender to sleep, one more thought nagged at him.

There was something he had to do, something that had to be done now else the courage would fade—soon enough today would become tomorrow and the moods and mindsets of now would be reset, post-sleep.

Not trusting his fatigued self to make any hasty decisions, however, Dean fell back on instinct, giving over to the whims of his body; it was both his out to be bold and his later excuse should things go awry.

His arm moved around Cas. He shuffled a little forward, and, to his delight, Cas shuffled a little back. The warmth of a body beside him ensured Cas was there, and alive. The weight of his arm around him ensured Cas would stay.

Dean’s hand fisted loosely in the sheet around Cas’ torso.

Cas’ hand found Dean’s bare forarem, resting there, warm flesh on warm flesh, grazing patterns with just enough pressure so as not to tickle.

Dean inhaled steady, slow, deep, his nose buried in the soft tufts of hair before him. A solid, warm expanse of angel in his arms, safe, near.

The gift of clothes were a kind gesture, helping Cas to feel less out of place in a space that had been reserved just for him. But it was the human curled around him, warm and alive and falling asleep in his bed, that helped the room to finally feel like home.

The last thing Cas felt before sleep, was the press of Dean’s lips in his hair.

The last thing Dean felt before sleep, was Cas settling back into his touch.

Now, wherever Cas was, when his mission or the next battle would take him far from the bunker, far from the presence of the Winchesters, he could at least find comfort in the memory of Dean beside him, around him. Anytime Cas was homesick, he would think of this moment.

He would think od his place in the bunker; think of Dean.

They were one in the same.

Dean was his home.

#destiel ficlet #12x10 coda #hurt cas #hurt comfort #caring dean #myficlets #s12 codas #deancas #cv #teen #home #s12

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Congratulations Katelyn you’ve been accepted to Crimson Revolt as Marlene McKinnon!

↳ please refer to our character checklist

Oh my goodness, your application immediately reminded me of all the reasons I love Marlene. Even from your jumping off section on why you chose her, it was clear to me how much you care for her as a character and how much development you could bring to her! And all your answers, along with the para sample, painted a really vivid picture in my head on who your Marlene is. I think she’ll bring something really needed to our dash, especially given everything that she’s dealing with at the moment, and I can’t wait to see what you do with her!

application beneath the cut; tw: ptsd (in para sample)

OUT OF CHARACTER

INTRODUCTION

Katelyn, 23, EST

ACTIVITY

I work a full time job and juggle some school work on top of that, so I’d give myself a good 7 out of ten when it comes to activity. I’ll try to get on at least once everyday, but if that can’t be managed it’ll be every other day for sure!

TRIGGERS

*removed for privacy

HOW DID YOU FIND US?

Marlene McKinnon tag

WHAT HARRY POTTER CHARACTER DO YOU IDENTIFY WITH MOST?

I wouldn’t necessarily say I identify with him most, but my favorite character is definitely Sirius Black. I fell in love with the Black family the second they were brought up and continue to love them with all of my heart.

ANYTHING ELSE?

Nothing!

IN CHARACTER

DESIRED CHARACTER

Marlene Elspeth McKinnon

FACE CLAIM

Freya Mavor is good with me!

REASON FOR CHOSEN CHARACTER

Oh goodness. My love for Marlene dates back to years ago when I first started roleplaying – not just in the Marauders Era, but the very first time I gave writing a character a shot. I had read the books, but it had been so long I completely forgot she was a canon character until I stumbled across my blonde haired firecracker in the Marauders RP tag. She is definitely one of the first characters I look to when I check out a roleplay, and I was so excited to find that she’s open here.

I cannot actually tell you how many times I’ve played Marlene, and it’s usually different every time with the heart still being in the same place. Maybe the reason I automatically felt so attached to her character is because the way I play her I see a piece of her in myself. (Though, you can definitely take that in a good or bad way – depending on what piece we’re talking about.) She’s such a loving person, even if she doesn’t know how to always show it. Marlene feels everything so deeply that she doesn’t always know what to do with all of the emotion she has inside of her. For a girl who tries to show the world that she can just shrug everything off she really is pretty shitty at it – though she’s better at fooling others than herself, especially as of late.

How can anyone take her as an emotionless character? Her smile lights up her entire face and practically glows for everyone to see. Marlene’s laugh rings out – loud enough that people don’t even have to be in the same room with her to not only hear her joy, but also feel it. But with great emotion comes with the flip side. When she’s angry she’s absolutely livid. Marlene warns people to get out of her way when she’s losing her temper. And then when she’s sad she’s distraught, often one to lock herself away for hours so nobody is there to witness any tears that are more than likely going to fall. She’s not one that’s able to control her emotions well, but if I’m being honest that’s something I absolutely love about her.

PREFERRED SHIPS // CHARACTER SEXUALITY // GENDER & PRONOUNS

I hardly ever go into a roleplay with preferred ships just because Marlene has never been a character who allows that. It’s not that she doesn’t believe in love – in fact she is one of the biggest undercover hopeless romantics you’ll ever meet. It’s quite a shock to most because Marlene is the type of person that would laugh off things and say love isn’t worth the heartache, but it’s more towards herself than the actual idea of love itself. She just doesn’t think it’s meant for her because Marlene couldn’t see herself settling down with someone – she’d just hurt them in the end.

As for her preference…well, she’d say as long as the person is fun and attractive it doesn’t really matter to her. Marlene wouldn’t use a label, but for the purpose of it I’d say she’s pansexual. She just likes anyone she can have a good time with.

For gender she is a female and uses she/her pronouns.

CREATE ONE (OR MORE!) OF THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR CHARACTER:

- A MOCKBLOG

IN CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

♔ If you were able to invent one spell, potion, or charm, what would it do, what would you use it for or how would you use it? Feel free to name it:

It took her a second to think about, though her mouth opened almost automatically to say something funny or lighthearted. That would be a go to for Marlene, but with such a serious question dropped at her feet she took a moment to think of something useful – something that might actually help her. If one was to ask her a year ago the answer would’ve been something different – probably something to do with alcohol, but a lot can happen in a year.

“I’d probably go with a charm that can remove someone’s ability to do magic,” she admitted, almost quietly as if she was ashamed that was her answer. Marlene wasn’t ashamed, of course, the blonde girl was so rarely ashamed of anything. However, she was lost in thought. “Though that could certainly be used against us, but it’d solve a lot of problems in the war. Less death, I guess. Not that everyone even deserves to live anyway.” She certainly had a list of people the world would be better without.

Shoulders lifted in a halfhearted shrug and within seconds the bright smile Marlene was so well known for was back. “After that, however, I want something that’ll just make alcohol come to me the second I want it. I don’t have a name for it yet. I wanna be drunk when I come up with it – reckon it’ll make for a better spell that way.”

♔ You have to venture deep into the Forbidden Forest one night. Pick one other character and one object (muggle or magical), besides your wand, that you’d want with you:

“I don’t think anyone would want to be stuck in the Forbidden Forest with me. I’d drive them mental,” she joked with a laugh, but given the person it could be taken seriously. Marlene was the type of person someone either loved or hated – the was no in between. “I’d probably take Marcus just because he’s forced to deal with me, and then a comfy blanket.” She gave a bored look, already moving on from the question. “I get cold easily and you never said the person I bring with me can’t pick an object of their choosing. Even so I hate being cold.”

♔ What kinds of decisions are the most difficult for you to make?

“Mum says I shouldn’t be trusted with any serious decision,” Marlene quipped automatically, and she herself would agree with that more often than not. She hated making any decision that could have any big altercation – at least she hated being given time to think about it. She had always been an impulsive person, so if Marlene was just thrown into something it wouldn’t be too hard for her because her natural instinct was to act first and think about repercussions later.

♔ What is one thing you would never want said about you?

That was an easy one. “That I had no significance – that I was boring,” Marlene answered honestly. There were a lot of things that could be said about the blonde, a lot of insults that could so easily be shrugged off and contemplated as true sometimes even by Marlene herself. She was irrational, a bitch, too stubborn, and an endless list of ever things. However, boring wasn’t one of them. The biggest insult anyone could ever say was she didn’t make an impact on life. You only live once so you might as well make the most of it – that had always been something she lived by so strongly. “I may be a lot of things, but I’m sure as hell not boring, mate.”

WRITING SAMPLE

*tw PTSD*

Bang.

With a startled shriek that woke Marlene from her sleep she learned the horrifically high-pitched noise came from her own mouth. Lips closed tightly upon such a discovery and she even went as far as placing her hand over her mouth as her gaze swept the darkness which cloaked her room, her sleepy gaze only able to make out the familiar shapes of furniture and dirty clothes scattered over the floor. Nobody could ever accuse Marlene of being a tidy person, but at that moment that’s not what she was focusing on. Instead as blue eyes continued to frantically search her surroundings there was only one discovery.

Nobody was there.

Bang.

The sound came again and blonde haired girl reached for her wand which laid on the cluttered bedside table. With the piece of wood gripped tightly in her hand she blindly pushed the sheets from her body and got up, not being bothered by the feel of cold wood on her bare feet or the chill upon her legs. Marlene never slept in anything more than an oversized t-shirt – not the most attractive thing to wear to bed, but she had always been a confident enough girl. The only reason she’d find regret in her sleepwear at this point was it wasn’t the most logical thing to wear in a fight – or to wear during an escape. Not that she was one to change habits, but once upon a time Marlene McKinnon wouldn’t have thought like that. Then again she probably wasn’t the only one who had to think along such lines these days.

There was a war.

Bang.

With one foot in front of the other the blonde girl slowly walked to the door which lead to the sitting room in her small flat. It wasn’t much, but it was something Marlene could afford and a place to call home. It was something of her own, a place she had never felt threatened in. Until now that is.

Bang.

Marlene quickly checked the bathroom and then the kitchen, coming up empty in both rooms. Her feet stopped her in the middle of the kitchen, becoming more away of the cold tile underneath her feet and she struggled to adjust to the darkness around her and make out something which could be causing the noise which startled her from a usually rather dead sleep.

Bang.

This time another sound followed, one that eased her paranoia. Laughter – a sound Marlene was familiar with all too well. It then occurred to her that the noise was coming from the floor below and with a sigh she dropped her head, blonde curls falling messily in her face as she willed the tension to leave her body.

“Bloody hell,” she muttered to herself, setting her wand on the counter which held a few dirty dishes which needed to be washed. “It’s just the pub.” That’s what she got when she lived above the pub she worked at, but once upon a time she liked the lively nature. When she wasn’t working she was usually drinking, though that night she tucked herself in early because she didn��t sleep well the night before. Now she started to think maybe her decision wasn’t the best, but she wasn’t going to pack up and leave just because she got scared. Fuck – s c a r e d. All because a drunken patron went bump in the night. Was that all it took now?

She hadn’t woke up in a cold sweat in weeks and because of that Marlene thought she was free, but apparently not. A wise man once told her they wouldn’t be free until the war was done – not that she agreed to such a statement. Marlene lived as the poster girl from freedom, and that meant free from her demons even if they insisted on shackling her more and more as of late. Well, tying her down and making her scared would take more than an unfortunate situation and scary noises in the night. She didn’t want to jump at the monsters that go ‘boo’ – she wouldn’t.

Bang.

This time Marlene rolled her eyes and pushed her hair back before reaching for a bottle: whiskey. The Devil’s poison some would say, be she reckoned her Devil drank such a liquid many times before. Maybe she’d even drink with him someday.

The Hufflepuff Alumna brought the rim of the bottle to her lips and tipped it back, tasting the familiar liquor on her tongue before she swallowed. She repeated the process again and again as she walked back to her room, her gaze going to the window. Stars filled the night and Marlene smiled to herself, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Maybe not the healthiest way to handle a problem, but it was the way she knew nonetheless.

“Cheers, mate,” she said, a cruel smile making it’s way to her lips as she lifted the bottle. “Another time means one less now in the future.” With that Marlene set the bottle on her bedside table and climbed back into bed.

#accepted app

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