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gotham-daydreams · 7 months

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I love. Your series. I haven't had angst hit this good in years.

I like to imagine that y/n did *try* to be a vigilante like the others. They took the sports and martial arts as a way to practice and when they excelled in running, gymnastics, karate, ect- they gave it their first try. And their first attempt went terribly. They went out alone and so young, not that they ever wanted to fight crime to begin with but that is the most logical way to connect to the family. They were severely injured and decided after that they weren't going to be able to try again. They had to heal alone and their worldview changed from "I can be like them once I'm good enough" to "Maybe they can still love me even if I'm not a vigilante." And nobody knew they even thought this or tried at all. y/n wanted to give the family something to be proud about. And they failed.

You. I like you.

I'm glad you're enjoying the series!!!

[Warnings: Angst (sort of?), Blood, Reader Getting Injured, Panic(?)]

(Not proofread. Had a fun time writing this!)

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You tried to catch your breath, gasping for air as you clutching onto your side. You could feel the wound, the pain never even letting you forget it for a second as you stared in front of you.

Two unconscious men laid on the ground. They were about twice your size across all categories, and yet you had managed to knock them out, somehow. You could hardly believe it, and yet you could barely consider this a victory. Not when you heard the sounds of rushing footsteps, and angry shouts that were growing louder as they headed in your direction.

"There they are! AFTER THEM!"

A thug shouted before you could even register how close they had gotten, head whipping around to see the source of the voice, causing you to pale at the amount of thugs behind him.

Before the dread could even settle in, your body was able to react much faster than your mind. Your feet rushed forward before jumping high in the air, kicking off the walls in the alleyway to travel over the thugs, and landing behind them, not wasting a single second to run away.

Various shouts followed behind you, but all you could concentrate on was the path ahead of you. You traveled between various alleyways in hopes of losing the men, but it was like the moment you got close to achieving that, someone would notice you one way or another.

All of the twists and turns were beginning to confuse you, a sense of dizziness falling over you as the world began to spin. You tried to push forward and keep going, promising yourself that you were almost there — even if you didn't know where 'there' was, or what it could mean.

Your legs began to hurt and sting as you ran, but you kept going, determined to lose these guys before anything else. Promising yourself that it would be smooth sailing from there, and yet just when you noticed that you hadn't run into a thug in a while-

Your face met the pavement.

Was that... blood-?

The fall was far from soft, with the rough ground scratching at your legs and further opening your wounds. Dragging its rough claws against your skin, and making your head feel like it was hit with a brick or mallet.

You hissed, wincing from the pain, as you look at the hand that had been holding your side this whole time. The sight made you pause.

"Find that little twerp! Kill them for all I care! Just FIND THEM!"

A thug, presumably the leader, shouted out suddenly. Causing you to quickly scramble up from the ground, and bite your tongue as you began to run again.

Holding your side, all you did was hope and pray for the best.

Unfortunately, another shout sounded from behind you, and before you knew it a thug appeared in front of you. Without thinking, you quickly slid under him by passing in between his legs, and managed to continue running. Your heart beating against your ribs, nearly breaking them with how hard it pounded. Yet soon, it was the only thing you could hear.

Ba-dump

You rushed past another thug, breathing heavily as your feet slamming on to the concrete. Hardly keeping you up right, but just trying to fling you forward.

Yet, another thug managed to get the jump on you.

Ba-dump

You were slammed face first into a wall, the impact was so harsh that no sound managed to escape you. All you could do was cough out blood as your struggled in the thug's hold, your gloved fingers clawing at the hand that held your throat.

He squeezed, and more blood came spilling out as you choked.

Ba-dump

You couldn't hear what the two thugs in front of you were saying, ears ringing and filled with your deafening heart beat. Your vision was getting blurry now, and even if you couldn't make out much, you could see how their scowls shifted into smirks. The thug's grasp on you tightening, causing you to struggle even more.

The looks they gave you was nothing short of terrifying. Pure malice and bloodlust stared at you, and all you could do was try to hide your fear. Knowing you'd see their faces again in your nightmares.

Thump

You trembled as your struggling increased.

Your heart hammered against your chest as your eyes widened, the realization dawning on you as you saw one of them adjust the hold they had on their bat. With the one choking you, winding back his fist, his expression darker than even the shadows of Gotham.

You were going to die here.

Thump.

You became frantic. Aiming for anything else you possibly could, as you threw various punches and kicks. Hardly even noticing how your poor efforts were only further irritating the men. Yet that was the least of your concerns.

You scratched at his arm, kicked his chest, tried to go for his eyes. Anything. Anything you could possibly reach, you tried to aim for. Your instincts kicking into high gear as you fought, and fought, and fought.

But at the end of the day, you were just a kid fighting against two grown adults.

You never stood a chance.

You were going to die here.

Thump.

... You don't remember much after that.

You could only recall hurriedly running up the stairs that were attached to the side of an apartment building, and could remember how you even got shot in the leg on the way up, but managed to carry on anyway, despite the wound and the new pain it brought.

You vividly remember just narrowly making a jump to another rooftop, completely out of breath. Adrenaline pumping through your viens so hard, and rushing so fast, that even as you fell into a dumpster, you still could hardly feel the pain. All you could remember after that, was darkness surrounding you as you slowly closed your eyes. Having tried to fight off sleep, but ultimately failing.

Even when you did come to, you were still in that dumpster, and the sun still having yet to rise. The smell of trash and blood was so awful, that no words could describe it. Though the smell was also so strong that you could barely smell it, at the very least. You couldn't focus, and everything felt fuzzy for a while as you just laid there.

You looked down at your hand, only to sigh softly. Right, you were still bleeding. Amazing.

Pain was all you could feel, but you knew you'd have to get up, especially if you didn't want to risk anyone finding you and mistaking you for a corpse. Let alone if someone from your family had found you now.

What would they even say? Would they even be able to look at you, after such a terrible first attempt? After you did so poorly, despite having tried to prepare for this so much, on your own? For them?

... What would Bruce say? What would he do?

..... You reluctantly got up. Your body hating you for it immediately, and that was made incredibly clear as pain shot through each and every inch of your body. Yet you still managed to push on, and by some miracle, was able to get out of the dumpster.

You felt as awful as you looked, that much you could tell, but tried to not think about. Walking — which was actually limping because of a certain wound you had — felt like a chore, but you toughed it out as you made your way through Gotham.

Before anyone could really see you, by yet another miracle, you were able to come across a small clothing store that was still open, as some clothes were still hanging outside.

You didn't bother looking for an employee or anything as you just grabbed the biggest hoodie you could find, and took it. You didn't care about the color too much, or any patterns or prints it might've had. All you knew was that it could cover most of your wounds for now, and help keep your identity hidden.

Shaking your head, you just pushed your thoughts to the side. You didn't need to think about that right now, especially not when you were injured. So you wouldn't. You didn't.

So, you slipped it on, but not before leaving some money behind by leaving it tapped on the door from the inside. A small note attached to it reading 'For the hoodie,' and nothing else. After all, you weren't actually trying to steal anything, and you didn't want to give anyone the impression that you were starting. You didn't want to think about what Bruce would do or say if he thought that, let alone the others.

You continued to walk, vaguely remembering where you could get supplies to help yourself, and heading towards the store. Ignoring all the weird looks people would give you when you passed them by, or noticed the trail of blood you were leaving behind. Their stares made you nervous, but you kept going. The humiliation settling in, and making a home for itself in you, as your chest felt heavy.

It's like they were cursing you with their eyes, and damning you to hell.

... The walk was fine for the most part. Painful, yes, but at this point you were already getting a little used to it. So you just moved along, and made your way into the store once you finally reached it.

For your own sake, you tried to be quick about it and grabbed what you needed. A first-aid kit never hurt, but you made sure to grab some other things as well.

So, you got to work and patched yourself up to the best of your ability. Remaining quiet all throughout as you tried to focus and concentrate. Using what you knew, you were able to decently take care of yourself — even if your stitching could use some work, it didn't look too horrible. Removing the bullet in your leg was another story, and though it was difficult, you managed.

Hospitals were out of the question since it'd be all over the news and your family would surely find out. Alfred was also part of the family, so allowing him to help you — let alone see your condition, was also out of the question. You'd just have to take care of this yourself. No one had to know.

Regardless, once you had everything, you paid, and quickly made your way up the stairs that was alongside another apartment building. This time you didn't climb all the way up, and instead stopped somewhere in the middle, and decided to patch yourself up there. Not wanting to risk going too high for your family to see you if they happened to pass by, but also not being too low for any thugs to see you and either finish the job, or put an end to your suffering.

So the middle seemed like the best option for now, even if you did risk some poor civilian seeing you and your horrible state. It was a risk worth taking compared to the other options you had, you thought as much at the time anyway.

Sunrays peaked inbetween the buildings, and lit up your tired and pained eyes. The sky shifted from its darker hues to much lighter ones. With morning birds singing their songs, and more people beginning to wake up and start their days.

Finally, the bleeding was beginning to stop, and all you could do was sigh in relief as you leaned against the wall, and looked to the side. Exhausted beyond belief, and feeling the weakest you've ever felt, but still somehow alive.

You stayed there for a while, just silently admiring as the night turned into day. Dried blood and bandages covering you, pain still evident but it was beginning to die down now. To think you'd make it to sunrise, it was almost unbelievable considering you had nearly died one too many times tonight. Your luck having made it possible to even get this far.

Maybe you'd cry, but it didn't feel right to do so. The pain you felt was enough of a reminder of your failure. Your current state was enough of a reality check.

You weren't like your family, that much was clear.

You just weren't cut out for this. You weren't slow, but you were sloppy. You weren't weak, but you weren't strong enough. You had skill, but you lacked proper technique. You had plans, but your execution was poor. You needed to train, you needed practice and have proper guidance, but where would you even go for that? Who could you go to? If you went to your family at this point, and found out about last night...

You couldn't do what they managed to accomplish every night. Even on your first attempt, you couldn't even manage to do half of what they could. You were reckless, and ultimately overestimated your own abilities despite knowing this wouldn't be easy, and ended up underestimating your opponents. It nearly got you killed, and had you not managed to get yourself out of that situation, you would've died.

You had gotten lucky with so many things last night, and if you were to do this every night like your family, you couldn't just depend on luck. You couldn't have a repeat of last night. You'd surely die that way.

You didn't want to think about what they'd say, the thought alone was painful enough.

Sighing, you just looked away from the sun, and up at the sky, watching as the colors continued to shift.

You wanted to do this on your own to prove yourself. To prove you could do what your family did, and show that you had something to offer. That you could do amazing things and help out too, but you fell flat. You couldn't even handle a group of thugs — how would you be able to handle anything else? What about robberies? Kidnappings? Murders? What about theft, or things dealing with that? How would you deal with anything else if you couldn't even handle the lowest guys in Gotham?

That's the thing, you wouldn't be able to.

If you couldn't even handle a few thugs, you wouldn't be able to do much else. Not at your current level anyway, but how long would it take you to improve? To get better? To be on the same level as your family? To stand by them, and know you were apart of something?

... Maybe you really weren't cut out for this.

To think you once dreamed of standing beside them, helping them, and most of all — making them proud as you held your own weight and then some. Making Gotham a better place right by their side.

It seems so silly now, and maybe that's because it was.

You were hopeless from the start.

Your heart felt so heavy in your chest, the realization causing the organ to squeeze, but you just let it be, and sat with it.

There were other ways you could grab their attention. Other ways that didn't include throwing yourself at death time and time again, and praying you'd live to see another sunrise. This was just... a bump in the road, but you'd have other opportunities! You could do other things to grab their attention and — and maybe you'd even make them proud in the process.

Yeah, there were still other things you could do. You couldn't give up now!

Sure, being a vigilante didn't work out, but that's okay! You'd just have to find something else, it's alright. You'd find something, you were sure of it. You'd find something and be so good at it that they'd have to acknowledge you — hopefully.

You could work something out. After all, there were countless other things you could do besides being a vigilante! Surely one of those things could grab their attention, and maybe if you just worked hard enough and perfected it so much, that they'd acknowledge you — and most of all? Be proud of you.

You'd show them that you had a place in this family, without a mask. You'd show them. You'd prove yourself to them, you would. You will!

Though to start, you'd make your way back home, and just keep what happened last night to yourself. You'd form a plan, think of something, and see it out til the very end. You'd show that you could do great things too besides protecting Gotham from Villians and thugs. That maybe someday, you could make a difference too.

So, with a new hope and dream in your heart, stood up and began making your way down the steps. The sun rising along with your own determination to start on this new path. Making your way back to the Manor, unaware of the misfortune to befall you.

Sometimes, no matter the effort, some things just aren't meant to be. You still had yet to learn that lesson at the time, and even when you eventually would, they'd ruin that too.

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sammy-is-not-smiley · 1 year

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Let It Hurt (Pt 2)

Steve Harrington x fem!reader (afab)

Summary: Steve has been your best friend for years despite his douchery in early high school. You would tell him anything... well, anything except for the fact that you've been feeling his physical pain since elementary school. The way he finds out is less than ideal. But he's been keeping secrets of his own...

Word Count: 5.2k (I went nuts lol)

Warnings/Tags: Soulmate au (kinda), language, no use of (y/n), depictions of severe pain, depictions of torture, injuries mentioned, crying, kind of a breakdown, angst, a period is mentioned so reader is afab, set in season 3, soulmates to lovers, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort (yes there's eventually comfort this time, I promise)

A/N: GOOD GOD Y'ALL I did not expect the last one to absolutely blow up. I've gained like an extra 100 followers from all this so thank you so much. I wouldn't have written something so loved if I hadn't gotten a request. If you have an idea you wanna entrust me to write, don't hesitate to jump in my asks! I love hearing from people. (p.s. angst is my favorite to write) Now here's your part 2!

Part 1: Right Here!

You awoke to echoes of screaming. You didn't want to open your eyes, the light in the room behind your eyelids was already making your head throb with a vengeance.

"Help!! Someone, help!" Robin's desperate voice rang out, the sound bouncing off the walls and judding into your skull. It was then you realized you were sat up, straps compressing your legs, arms, and chest. You were bound even more than before.

"Hey, would you stop yellin'?" You heard Steve's voice grumble behind you.

It took you a moment to register it was him, but when you did, a small light of hope lit up in your chest. You lifted your head up slightly, trying to take in a breath. The pain in your head stemmed down your neck now. In fact, it encapsulated your entire skull.

"Steve! Oh my god," Robin exclaimed, still a bit too loud for your taste.

"Steve?" You croaked out.

"Oh my god! Oh my god, you're both awake," She chuckled slightly, simply out of disbelief. "Both awake. Um, are- are you okay?"

You shook your head no as if she could see from where she sat behind you.

Steve took in a breath. "My ears are ringing, I can't really breathe, and my eye feels like it's about to pop out of my skull…"

"That checks out," You muttered, not intending for anyone to hear. Nobody seemed to.

"But you know, apart from that… I'm doing pretty good." He finished, his nose sounding stuffy. They really liked hitting his nose.

Robin let out a breath. "Alright, well, the good news is they're calling a doctor for you both."

There was a moment of silence before Steve registered her words. "Both?" You felt him turn slightly in your direction. "They hurt you?"

"No," You quickly replied.

"Wait, I thought-"

"Robin, shush," You snapped too loud, making your head throb again.

It was silent once more as Robin connected the dots. Steve didn't know, and you didn't want him to know. "Right, no, I meant… I meant just for you Steve."

"They didn't hurt me," You tried to reinforce. "Robin's just… tired."

"Oh." He uttered, clearly confused.

"Hey, guys," Robin changed the subject. "I have an idea. Steve, you see that table to your right?"

You felt Steve turn his head to your side.

"No, your other right."

"Oh," Steve looked the other way. Apparently the table was behind where you sat.

"You see those scissors?"

"Uh-huh."

"I think if we moved at the same time, we could move over there, I could maybe kick the table, and knock them into my lap."

You snorted, turning your head in her direction. "They left scissors in here with us?"

"What morons," Steve laughed. He was definitely letting on that he was doing better than he felt.

At the count of three, you all scooched in unison, Steve and Robin to their side, you backwards. Just as you finally were seeing some light at the end of the tunnel, only a mere few feet from the table, you all over shot your momentum. All together as a unit, the chairs slid out from under you and you all fell to the floor with a hefty clank of the chairs.

At first you groaned, but then a grin slowly spread across your face. "Shit," You giggled with no choice but to look up at the ceiling as you laid on your back. This was all insane. Absolutely insane.

Robin was obviously feeling the same as she began giggling as well. She shook under you, small squeaks bubbling from her.

"You- You guys okay?" Steve asked, clearly not gathering what could be so funny to you both.

"This is fucking ridiculous," You half suppressed a laugh.

You felt Robin nodding. "I can't believe I'm gonna die in a secret Russian base in a sailor costume." You could hear the smile on her face, jovial despite the situation. The comment only made you laugh harder.

Just as your giggles died down, the door burst open once again and men flooded the room. Your giddy moods were cut short, instantly replaced with terror. Over you now stood a man in uniform, obviously some sort of high ranking official, probably the man in charge. He towered over you, shaking his head and tutting.

"You wake up too, eh? Good," He smirked, looking over the predicament you three had gotten yourselves into. "Where did you think you were going?"

He gestured with his hand, motioning the men in the room to lift you all back upright in your chairs.

"P-please-" You nearly whimpered when sat back up, nothing on your mind but to simply beg. What for, you weren't sure yet, but you were scared and desperate.

"Let us try again," The man said, ignoring your plea. Slowly, he circled around you all, like a predator observing prey, before making it back around to Steve.

Your eyes followed the man as he brought his hand up and thumbed Steve's busted lip. Not only did it elicit a wince from Steve, but you as well.

Your stomach dropped as soon as it happened, making you quickly turn your head away from the man hoping he didn't notice. However, the tingling on your neck told you he had, and he was staring right at you.

"Don't touch him," You breathed. It came out a lot less menacing than you intended.

The man hummed, standing up straight again and murmured something in Russian to one of the men. You watched as the guard walked over to Steve, grabbing him by the hair and raising a fist.

"Wait, stop!" You jolted, fighting against your restraints.

Steve struggled as well, gritting his teeth. "No, no, no, no-"

"Shush!" The general yelled, driving a spike of pain into your skull. He leaned down in front of you, eyes squinted, analyzing you for a moment. Then a question. "Who do you work for?"

"Scoops Ahoy," You responded like it was obvious.

Without hesitation, the guard over Steve delivered a swift blow to the eye socket. You yelped in pain as Steve groaned, now being held up by his hair. You on the other hand were allowed to drop your head, once again tasked with withstanding the pain.

Your breath stuttered in your throat. "Please, s-stop, it… It hurts…"

The general tilted his head, then grasped your chin roughly, tilting your head up and tilting from side to side as he examined you. There were no notable injuries on your person. Other than squinting the same eye as Steve's bruised one, not a scratch was on you. You wanted to kick yourself when you realized he took notice of it, glancing between you and Steve.

His brow was together in thought as he once again gave a command you didn't understand.

Another punch to Steve's jaw made you flinch in the general's hand, pitifully letting out a sob.

Another command, another punch, right into Steve's aching ribs.

If not for the straps holding you upright, you would have once again doubled over. Instead you only moved slightly against the mans hand, your abdomen visibly tensing.

"Stop! Stop it, you bastards!" Robin screamed, however to no avail as she was promptly ignored.

The general let you go as you silently suffered again, standing upright and smiling down at you. "Very interesting…"

The men scattered around the room as soon as another command was uttered from the man's mouth. Hands surrounded you all as the men tugged and removed the straps holding you as a unit only to strap you down again, individually in each of your chairs this time. They pushed Robin into the corner of the room, then grabbed Steve and slid him in front of you to face you. Only then did you see the extent of his wounds. Dried blood smeared on his face from an obvious nose bleed, uniform stained red, his eye a deep shade of purple and nearly swollen shut. Anger bubbled over inside you at the sight, making you finally find your voice.

"Don't touch him, he's had enough!"

The general simply smiled at you as he pulled a red handkerchief from his pocket, then circled around behind you.

The last thing you saw was Steve, worry written all over his face. Then you were shrouded in darkness as the handkerchief was pulled over your eyes, secured at the back of your head.

"What are you doing?" Steve panted as he watched. "Don't you dare hurt her, I swear, if you do anything to her-"

"Oh, not to worry," The man behind you interrupted dismissively. You could hear his footsteps walking around you back to Steve. Your teeth began to chatter as your adrenaline was surely hitting its peak now.

What did they not want you to see?

"We will not hurt her. Only you will."

"What-"

"Just sit. Watch your friend carefully, hm?"

It was silent for a moment before there were footsteps again, then Steve burst to life. "What is that? Wait, no, stop, get that away- Agh!"

Pain instantly webbed over two of your fingers as if they were slowly being crushed by a tool. You fought your restraints and flexed the hand in question, small whimpers emitting from you helplessly.

The pain gradually got worse as Steve yelled and begged, as did you. Then it steadied to a single ongoing pain. "Stop-" A cry slipped from you.

"Where is the pain, little one?" The man called over to you.

You shook your head, mostly in confusion, but the man interpreted it as resistance.

The pain fluctuated, making you lurch. "Agh- Th-the hand! His fingers, the first two fingers," You sobbed in defeat. "Stop, stop, please stop, make it stop…"

The pain was relieved then, if only enough to assure you they weren't going to break Steve's fingers. The ache of a bruise would remain and you flexed your hand again as if it would help. You still let out a sigh of relief.

Light stung your eyes when the blindfold was pulled off, now soaked with tears. When your eyes adjusted, you looked up to meet the half swollen gaze of Steve. Realization, hurt, sympathy, horror, all of it was draped over his face like a thick veil as he stared back at you. You looked down and saw the red impressions on his fingers from whatever had been clamped down on them. Next to him stood a man in white, a metal tool held in his hand.

The general stood there, holding Steve's head up by the hair to watch you. The man's grin was borderline psychotic. "Congratulations, you were correct."

You closed your eyes and lowered your head, teeth still chattering. The jolly expression on the official's face told you he planned on using this new information completely against you. Especially the longer you overstayed your welcome.

The man in power looked over to the man in the white overcoat, the man you assumed was supposed to be the doctor Robin mentioned. Another command in Russian, and the doctor walked to the table behind you. You couldn't bring yourself to look up at anyone, especially Steve.

"Now, try telling the truth this time, yes?" The general asserted as he wandered his eyes over each one of you. They pulled Robin up next to you both again. "It will make your visit with Doctor Zharkov less painful."

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Your body swayed slightly before you let yourself lean back onto the side of the ambulance, watching the smoke rise. The mighty Starcourt was completely destroyed. Destroyed by a-… Well, you had yet to fully comprehend what it was and the events that had even transpired. All you were able to understand clearly was that you were alive, along with a couple adults, a group of middle schoolers, and your co-workers…. Could you technically call them co-workers now? Maybe just leaving it to friends was safer to say.

Your stomach was still a little queasy from whatever drug that doctor had injected you with, and your muscles ached from overexertion. Your eyes were so heavy they felt swollen, yet you knew if you laid down, sleep wouldn't come to you easily. Watching the last remaining flames and the smoke ahead of you was mesmerizing. Like you were sleeping with your eyes open.

The moment was broken as your face twitched a little in pain. Steve must have accidentally scratched his stitches again.

You hadn't looked at him since you all threw up in the bathrooms together. In fact, once you were sober, you had walked out claiming to need another drink of water from the fountain. After that, events happened so quickly you could hardly keep up. You were grateful at the time to have had something to distract you both with. Even now you were trying to distract yourself.

Bringing your hand up to your face you rubbed your forehead, a headache still refusing to leave you and Steve be. You'd come to accept that the pain probably wouldn't subside for a while.

Robin rounded the ambulance, wrapped in a security blanket. Her eyes were still red and it was clear she needed sleep as badly as you. Yet there you both were, still up and running.

"Hey… They look over you already?" Her voice was more gravely than usual, most likely from all the yelling she had done while you all were held hostage.

You nodded, still gazing at the wrecked mall. "Other than a couple bruises, I'm fine."

"Mm-hm," She hummed, clearly unconvinced.

"What?"

She rested her shoulder on the ambulance, leaning in closer. "Look… I don't fully understand a lot of what's happened, but I do think you need to talk to Steve. At least before we go home."

You sighed begrudgingly. You knew that was probably what you should do, yet all you wanted to do was hide from him. "What would I even say, Rob?" You mumbled.

She snorted then, causing you to look at her. "Dude, all you'd probably have to say to him is 'hi' before he'd do all the talking. He always has shit to talk about."

It was your turn to snort. "Yeah, sure…" You sniffled then, guilt blossoming in your chest. "It's… It's because of me they hurt him more…"

"Yeah… I-I mean no!" She caught herself, making you smile. "That all was just…. It was…. A lot. What was all that? With the Russians I mean, and the blindfold?"

By this point, and with everything you had gone through together, you thought Robin could handle what you've kept to yourself for so long. After all, your empathy with Steve was by far the tamest secret of the night.

You let your head rest back on the ambulance and closed your eyes. "I've been able to feel his pain ever since I was a kid," You let out in a breath.

When it was silent for longer than you liked, you looked to her worriedly. She was simply staring at you, looking as though she were thinking.

"You can feel his pain? Like, all of it?"

You nodded. "Physical, yeah."

It took her a moment more, hugging herself in the blanket as she thought. "That…. Makes sense actually." She snapped her fingers and pointed. "That's why they did that stuff, they tested you!"

You nodded, a shadow of gloom over your brow.

"And that's…. Why you passed out. Because he passed out."

Another nod.

"And he doesn't know, does he?"

You couldn't help but give a grin then, not one of joy, but more out of nihilism. "Of course not."

"And why, exactly?"

"I don't know, I just…. Got into the habit of keeping it from him. I think in general I was just scared. Scared I would scare him away or make life harder somehow." You hugged yourself, finding it hard to look at even Robin now. "I couldn't lose him… or bear him not believing me."

Robin began giggling, catching you off guard.

"What?"

She shook her head, dragging a hand down her tired face in exasperation. "I seriously doubt he would do any of that, especially after tonight. Also, you weren't in the bathroom when he talked about you."

"Talked about me?"

"Mm-hm," She nodded. "You're not the only one keeping secrets."

Your eyes widened and you pushed yourself off the ambulance. "The hell does that mean?"

"Nope, no more," She put her hands up defensively, "I wash my hands of this, I'm not enabling you any further."

"Oh, come on, Rob-"

"No! The only way you'll get more is if you talk to him yourself," She smirked. "Or do I have to actually drag you over there?" Her thumb thrown over her shoulder, she pointed to Steve in the neighboring ambulance, speaking with the paramedic. For the first time you looked past her to gaze at Steve, his shoulders sagged as he had an arm wrapped around his abdomen. You could feel the bruised ribs he was cradling.

You looked back at Robin, giving her a small pout. She returned it, although much more sarcastically. Simultaneously, you both broke out in smiles and giggles.

"You're a dick," You said, shaking your head.

"Only when you guys are idiots."

You rolled your eyes, turning to glance at Steve again. This time you caught him already looking at you, swollen eye and all. He raised his hand ever so slightly to offer a tiny wave, as if he were scared he would drive you away again.

You gave a tiny wave back.

"Fine," You muttered, walking past Robin and making your way over to him, eyes trained in the ground.

From this angle, the police car lights flickered blue and red over Steve's face, almost hiding the fact he was covered in purple bruises. Slowly you slipped next to him, sitting on the bumper between the open doors. Loose gravel crunched under your feet on the asphalt.

"Hi…"

"Hey…"

A shiver ran up your spine, but you weren't sure if it was from the breeze or your nerves.

"So, uh, Robin said I should talk to you."

He nodded, a single strand of grimy hair bouncing to his forehead. "Yeah, she told me to talk to you too."

You blew a puff of air out of your nose in a laugh. "Was that when you wouldn't stop talking about me in the bathrooms?"

Steve let out a laugh then, scratching the back of his head. "She told you what I said, huh?"

"Nah. Only that you said stuff. She left me on a cliffhanger just to get me to come over and talk to you," You dryly chuckled.

"Hm," He replied, "So you were kind of ignoring me after we got out."

You grimaced, looking down at your beat up shoes. "Yeah… Look, I'm sorry, I really didn't wan-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He interjected, turning to look right at you.

"... Tell you...?"

He scoffed and shook his head in disbelief. "That you can feel this," He lifted his arm and pinched it.

Your hand balled into a fist at the pain and you looked away. Why were you still so scared? Why did you still feel so shameful about all of this?

"You figured that out, huh?"

Steve shifted himself closer, close enough now that your shoulders were touching. "I'm not upset, okay? I just…" He sighed. "It's all so crazy. How long have you been able to feel it— When I hurt?"

You chuckled lightly. "A while. Since like elementary school."

"Shit," His hand reached out and grasped yours. "Look, if I had known, I would've-"

"I know-"

"No, you don't," He turned himself to you, bare knee bumping yours. "You really don't know. You don't know how much I would have done differently. How much more I would've cared, how I would have treated you better, how I would have… How I would have stood up to my dad somehow…" He paused, then cleared his throat. "I wouldn't have thrown myself into fights as much if I knew you were out there feeling everything, thinking you couldn't say a thing about it. If I had known, I would've realized you understood me more than literally anyone I've ever met."

You could feel your nose begin to tingle, a clear warning of tears threatening to bubble up. You pursed your lips, not trusting yourself to reply.

Steve scooched even closer, his knee now pulled up and resting behind your back, his other on the ground. He smelled of sweat, smoke, and blood, yet somehow a small wisp of his cologne still lingered. It all mixed together into a scent that would only ever remind you of this night.

His warm hand left yours to delicately glide up your opposing cheek. You sniffed as he pulled your face to turn and look at him.

"If you had told me, I would have told you that I've felt things too."

Your brow softened when your eyes went round, your heart sinking to your stomach. "Things?"

His face went downcast for a moment, as if in some sort of regret. "Remember when you dislocated your wrist in 3rd grade? And I went and got help?"

You nodded. You remembered the teacher had come to help you after Steve ran off, but then he didn't come back. The next time you saw him wasn't until school the next day. You had been upset that he hadn't come back with the teacher to help or even come over to your house to see if you were okay after school. He had apologized when you went off on him, but that was all. As kids, it was easy to just forgive and move on. Play the next game of tag.

"You were pissed at me… I ran and hid from you because I felt it too." He scratched his chin, looking off at the demolished mall. "That was the first time. It freaked me the hell out. I felt when it happened, and I felt when they popped it back in a few hours later at the hospital. I could tell when you bumped it wrong or strained it. I could feel it all." He looked you dead in the eyes then. "And everything after that."

You shook your head, your brow laden with confusion as you put your hand over his on your face. "You never said anything either…"

He smiled softly and shrugged. "I didn't think you had to know. To be honest, I thought it was all just some weird hallucination or something."

Your expression shifted into one of disapproval.

"Oh don't you even," His smile grew at you, "You're just as guilty for not telling me."

"Yeah, I…. I know… I'm sorry," You muttered, the wounds scattered over his face taunting you again. While only a few hits had been delivered upon the discovery that Russian general had made about you, all of the injuries hurt the same. Both physically and otherwise. "I guess we all have our secrets."

Steve moved his other hand to cradle your face fully, his face moving closer to nearly rest his forehead on yours. While smiling only a second before, his eyes were now filled with something more serious. Something you had never seen directed at you before. It made your attention on him freeze and heat rise to the back of your neck.

"Well, while we're confessing secrets… Can I let one more slip?"

You couldn't tear your eyes away from his, which you quickly noticed kept darting down to your lips. Was he really doing this?

"You… have another?" You squeaked, voice barely audible.

He nodded. "If you'll let me show you?"

You dumbly nodded back, your mouth slightly agape and eyes as round as a couple of full moons.

He leaned in, finally resting his forehead onto yours, one of his hands sliding down to the nape of your neck. When your noses bumped he turned his head slightly, fitting your faces together like a puzzle. His breath brushed over your lips, puzzle pieces almost completely flush.

A jolt went through you like electricity by a single thought. "Wait-" You pushed him back slightly at the chest.

His eyes shot open, gazing at you in anticipation.

You didn't continue, only stared at him a moment, trying to get a handle on the speeding thoughts swirling your mind. Your pause was just long enough to watch sorrow cover his features.

"I read it wrong, didn't I?" The hand on your neck slid down to your shoulder in dismay, the weight of it heavy.

"No… No! God no, I just…. There's…." You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think. "You don't… Have to do that… if you dont really want to."

He tilted his head. "Who says I don't want to?"

You shook your head, biting your lip nervously. "You don't have to be close and sweet like that just because you feel bad for me." The tingling returned, tears now visibly welling.

Steve leaned back further, far enough to be able to start analyzing you. His eyes darted around, trying to pick apart what you had just said. "Because I feel ba-?… You think I want this just to make it up to you somehow?" He challenged, his thumb stroking your cheek in an attempt to possibly keep you calm.

Alas, a tear still escaped and dripped down your face. "Yeah you don't have to get with me like that just because you feel bad for a few fights, okay? I'm not upset that you-"

"That's not why," He deadpanned.

"Huh?"

"That's not why I want to kiss you."

The tears froze, as did the internalized denial of the situation at the utterance of those words.

I want to kiss you.

"I mean, it's part of it," He admitted, "The whole pain thing I mean. But I don't want this because I pity you or anything or because I feel bad for getting beat up. I mean sure, I never want you to feel that again, but… You have to know those aren't the only reasons, right?"

All you could do was stare back down at your lap, fighting the additional tears threatening to spill and flood the whole parking lot.

"Shit, you really don't…" He muttered, letting the hand on your cheek slide upwards into the roots of your hair. "You're so much more than just that empathy to me. Really, you are, you hear me?"

You sniffled, once again squeezing your eyes shut causing a round of tears to fall down at rapid fire. Steve caught all of them with a gentle brush.

"Seriously, you're one of the funniest people I've ever met. You have the prettiest eyelashes, the most adorable laugh, and you're hell of a lot smarter than I am," He lightly joked, reaching down to grab your hand once more. "You've helped me be better, forgave me when I didn't deserve it, and let me rant to you about whatever shit would piss me off. And you care so much about Henderson and his nerd friends. My life would be so sucky without you... even if I do have to feel your god awful period cramps." He snickered. "I want you in it more for as long as possible. I want you closer."

Despite the joke, your body shuddered in a frame wracking sob. The emotions were now pouring out from you in violent waves. The tears weren't just from Steve, it was buildup from the whole damned night. A dam of hurt, fear, sorrow, anxiety, disappointment, horror, regret, sadness, and pain had been building up over the course of hours and hours. Suddenly, this was the pressure that made everything come flooding out… and you couldn't stop it.

"Oh, babe," Steve cooed, his soft hand hooking your neck and pulling your face into his chest. The pet name sparked something inside you, but it was quickly engulfed by the absolute tornado of intensity ripping you apart from the inside.

Steve couldn't feel your emotions, true, but he could feel how hard you bit your lip trying to stifle any noise that tried to escape. He could feel your body shudder in his clutch. He could feel the wet tears you rubbed into his shirt. And he could feel his heart breaking, not because he was hurt by you— hurt that you thought he would do such a thing to you out of guilt. No, it was because you had genuinely thought he couldn't love you like that. He could see the denial in your face, the false belief you must have come to adopt over time.

Steve waited patiently for you to calm, rubbing your back and resting his cheek on the top of your head. Your lungs began aching with each breath, your throat was going dry and burning. Eventually your choppy inhales slowed and your whimpers began to cease. Deep breaths became easier to take in and the blur in your vision cleared. When you came back to the moment at hand, you realized you had brought your legs up off the ground and to your chest, leaning against the warm body beside you. In a ball, Steve had wrapped around you like a shell, rocking you ever so slightly.

Your body shook again, this time in a small laugh. "I should be the one comforting you, you know. You're the one with broken ribs and stitches in your face."

You felt him chuckle against you, the sound rumbling your ear against his chest. He smiled, relieved to hear you joke around again. Tilting his head, he looked down at you trying to see your eyes. They were finally open again.

When you caught his gaze, you stared back up at him in attention, eyes red and nose runny. While you were sure you looked like hell, all he could see was the damp sheen of tears and sweat highlighting his favorite parts of your face.

"Can I please kiss you now?"

You let out a breath as you sat up, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "I'm all gross, though."

He grabbed the back of your neck again and gently yanked your face to his. "Shut up and just let me kiss it better."

You rolled your eyes. "You're such a dork-"

His lips greeted yours, warm and soothing, the obvious pain of his busted lip cast aside just to feel each other's being. Your chest exploded once again with overwhelming feeling, but this time it was manageable. It was more than manageable, in fact, it was welcome. It was no longer a spark sucked into a gloomy tornado, but a ray of light, casting a sensation of healing rays from your chest outwards. Both of your movements melded together like clay, as did your breaths, creating a back and forth that you had been longing for. It was as if you were charging each other with hope after a night full of negatives and hopelessness. It was like being at home again after being gone for so long.

He was the first to pull away, his hands holding your head with a slight tremble in them. It made your heart swell. He was just as worked up as you.

"Ouch." He said under his breath.

A woozy smile burst over your face, rays of light reaching the surface. You brought your hand up to lightly brush your thumb over his bottom lip. "I think this should heal more before we try that again."

He shook his head, eyes drooped with lovesick admiration. "Let it hurt," He mumbled before leaning in once more, pressing his mouth to yours.

You accepted it with a grateful hum.

A/N: Thanks again for reading! Seriously loved the new people flowing into this blog and the comments you all leave. It means a lot. My confidence is boosted <3 Requests are open!

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yoona-jnr · 2 months

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Don’t - Bryson Tiller

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Prompt: “If you were mine you would not get the same, if you were mine you would top everything.”

His reaction to you getting stood up by your boyfriend for the third time.

Tags: Fluff, humour, canon based plot with a slight change by the author

Baby <;3: Sorry hun, I won’t be able to make it. I promise I’ll make it up to you next time - 7:19 pm

After reading the text countless times, you find yourself sinking into a state of frustration. This was what, the third time he’s canceled on you? Ever since he started his new job he’s been supposedly “too busy” to meet up. ‘Too busy my ass, more like too busy sucking some other bitches tits.’ You wouldn’t be surprised if it was the girl you saw on his phone not too long ago.

Piece of shit.

Shoving your phone into your pocket, you attempt to push away the pain that grips your heart. Questions swirl in your mind- does he not love you anymore? Was the bond you shared not as special as you thought it was? He’d always tell you that you were his everything, and that the sole purpose of his hard work was to make you happy. Had he lied about everything? Initially, it was amazing, he was amazing. However, gradually, deceit crept in, and his friends began to exert a negative influence.

From a distance, a voice calls out your name, interrupting your deep contemplation. “Wha-” You quickly straighten your posture and detach yourself from the wall, using your sleeve to wipe away any evidence of tears from your eyes. With a hint of surprise in your voice, you acknowledge his presence. “Nanami! I didn’t expect to see you here. Did you just get back from a mission?” Upon observing your appearance, he takes a brief moment to scan your face, his gaze shifting from your carefully applied makeup to the outfit you had chosen to wear.

Nanami lets out an exasperated sigh the moment he realizes what exactly happened, again. Given the stark contrast in your personalities, nobody would have anticipated the unlikely friendship that had blossomed between the two of you during your time at Jujutsu High. While he tended to keep to himself, you, on the other hand, made it your personal mission to immerse yourself in his life, initially causing him great annoyance. Your persistent efforts to befriend him bore a resemblance to Gojo’s approach, albeit in a more subdued manner, and surprisingly, you proved to be quite affable and easy to get along with.

“Again?” He asks, his voice carrying a gentle tone, yet unable to conceal the underlying annoyance that tinges his words. “Yeah..” You muttered, sighing as you adjusted your attire. “I was supposed to go on a date with him, but I bet he’s somewhere in the city fucking some bitch at his new workplace.” Nanami responds with a hum, and a tranquil silence descends upon the two of you. Although such moments of silence would typically be uncomfortable, the quietude shared between you and Nanami always manages to provide a peculiar sense of comfort.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” His voice disrupts the quiet atmosphere, causing you to react with surprise. “Wha-” – “It’d be a shame if you went home after putting this much effort into your appearance, don’t you think?” He nods towards your outfit. “..I guess, but I didn’t bring any money with me. My boyfriend was supposed t-” – “Boyfriend?” He quirks a brow, folding his arms. “As I’ve told you before (Name)-san, it’s best if you reconsider your relationship with him. Especially now.” His direct approach and candid advice catches you off guard, making your body slump forward. “You’re right. But fuck does it hurt knowing that he probably doesn’t give a shit.”

With a gentle touch, he raises his hand and places a finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards. The intimate gesture causes a rush of warmth to flood your cheeks, rendering you speechless. The words you had been on the verge of uttering vanish into thin air, leaving you captivated by his presence. However, as swiftly as his touch appeared, it disappeared just as quickly, his hand retreating to his side. Simultaneously, he takes a step back and turns around to lead the way. ”Dinner’s on me,” he declares, abruptly halting his steps and flashing you a look over his shoulder. “No need to worry about the price.” — It was around 9:00 pm by the time you decided to head home, Nanami being the first to offer a ride to which you happily agreed to.

As you sit in the passenger seat, you narrow your eyes at him, suspicion bubbling in your stomach. “..This isn’t the direction to my condo.” His expression remains inscrutable due to the dim lighting, and he simply shrugs in response to your questioning gaze. “Before I drop you home, I have something to show you.” Intrigued, you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued to its fullest extent. “Oh- what is it?” Nanami shoots you a single glance, “You’ll see.” Feeling a mix of frustration and anticipation, you let out a sigh and allow your body to sink into the comfort of the car seat. You are well aware of his unwavering patience, so it wouldn’t matter if you kept asking.

Nanami doesn’t remember when he slowly started letting his guard down around you. But he does remember the very first conversation the two of you had, and it was nearly ruined by him. He wanted to be alone during his break time, but like a pest, you kept coming back regardless of the many attempts to drive you away. Your unwavering persistence shone through as you continuously visited his office with a warm smile, gradually chipping away at the walls he had built around himself.

Reflecting on this pivotal moment, he finds himself momentarily distracted from the road ahead, stealing a glance at you. Your gaze was fixed on the passing cars outside, the city lights casting a soft glow on your features, seamlessly blending with the hues of your complexion perfectly. The sight of you, so effortlessly beautiful, causes a subtle flush to creep up to the tip of his ears, a physical manifestation of the emotional impact you had on him.

Each time you stepped into his office, the sound of your voice calling out “Nanami!” would fill the room, accompanied by the aroma of the lunch you had brought to share. He never said much, but despite his lack of words, he always made a gesture to let you know that he was listening to your rambles. Even if it was a bit of a distraction from his work, though he never voiced it out loud. — Nanami gazes at his wristwatch, observing the gradual movement of the clock’s hands. The realization dawns upon him that you might not come, albeit being ten minutes behind schedule than your usual arrival time. ‘Where are you?’ Perplexed, he halts, almost losing grip of the pen he clutches. Why was he keeping track of how late you are? It’s not like he cares whether or not you show up. You are merely categorized as another bothersome, irritating individual, akin to Gojo, whom he reluctantly accommodates from time to time.

Eventually, you arrive, hands empty, no lunch in sight. ‘Ah,’ he thinks the second he notices you walking in without anything in your arms. He shouldn’t have made it a habit to rely on you for bringing food, as he hadn’t thought of bringing anything today because of it. “You won’t believe what happened.” You say as you settle on the soft couch adjacent to his desk, a piece of furniture he definitely didn’t replace because of your previous complaints about its stiffness.

He hums, redirecting his focus to the various folders spread out on his desk. In response, you interpret this as a cue to continue, leaning your face against one of the pillows. That he also definitely didn’t buy because you complained about the lack of comfort. “He stood me up last night,” you grumble, confirming his suspicions. It was only a matter of time before you mentioned him again. After all, that insufferable, undeserving, prick of a boyfriend of yours was the only reason why you’d sometimes show up late or bummed out.

“Did I not explicitly tell you to end the relationship?” He raises an eyebrow in your direction, his narrowing gaze making you look away, causing beads of sweat to form on your forehead. “Um- well-,” you stammer, desperately trying to divert your attention elsewhere. “You wouldn’t mind if I take a short nap, do you?” He hums again, not bothering to question you any further. “Thanks.” You sink into the comfort of the couch, allowing your eyelids to gently close as exhaustion engulfs your body.

It’s remarkable to consider that he would eventually find someone who would feel at ease enough to sleep in his office. It’s even more astonishing when one realizes that he no longer has any reason to question any of your actions. In fact, having you around became something that was far from being a nuisance.

Nanami rises from his seat, undoing the buttons of his suit as soon as he detects the sound of your breathing. He quietly makes his way to where you lay peacefully, observing the way your hair slightly sticks to the side of your face. He doesn’t even notice the way it takes him a moment before resuming his movement, carefully draping his blazer over you. — “We’re here, close your eyes.” – “Oh, okay,” you comply, closing your eyes. The anticipation builds as the car comes to a stop in a deserted parking lot, surrounded by the peaceful ambiance of the park on the outskirts of the bustling city. He gets out, rounding the vehicle before opening your door. The soft touch of his hand enveloping yours sends a rush of warmth through your body, a gesture that is both unexpected and endearing. The simple act of holding hands, something so intimate and personal, takes on a deeper meaning in this moment. It signifies a level of closeness and connection that goes beyond words, a silent reassurance of the trust that you can undoubtedly give him as he guides you out carefully.

“You sure you’re not taking me somewhere just to kill me? Is this revenge for always disturbing you during your break?” You playfully ask, laughing as he slightly tightens the grip he has on your hand. “Oh, how I wish I could.” – “Hey-!” The warmth emanating from his body as he draws near causes you to pause, the realization of how close he was standing suddenly seeps into your head. “Pardon me.” Was the only warning he offered before lifting you up, placing you on the hood of his car as he makes room to sit beside you. “Open your eyes.”

As your eyes flutter open, your words are stolen from your lips by the breathtaking sight of stars strewn across the night sky, more than you have ever witnessed before. “You-” – “I found this spot while I was out on a drive,” he responds, his attention fixed on the celestial display before you. “I know the dinner we had might not have entirely cheered you up, but,” he turns to face you, a subtle smile spreading across his features as he notices the fascination on your face. “I hope that this view brings you some solace.”

“Solace? Are you kidding? I love it!” You chuckle, playfully tapping him on the shoulder. “And here I thought you might have actually wanted to murder me.” He gives you a look and rolls his eyes. “Let’s not make light of that.” – “About what, you killing me? You can’t lie, I have been pretty annoying. I’m surprised you haven’t told me to fuck off like how you usually do with Gojo.”

“Now that you mention it, there were times that I-” before he could continue, you swiftly cover his mouth with your hand, abruptly halting his sentence. “Okay, you don’t need to answer or you’ll hurt my feelings.” You laugh again, but your fun gets cut short by the feeling of him leaning in closer, making no motion to remove your hand from his lips.

The sensation of his breath grazing your skin causes a blush to creep up your neck. At that moment, you can’t help but notice how close he was to you. Slowly, he brings your hand down, allowing him to speak once more. “Are you planning on breaking up with him any time soon?” Without much thought, you nodded mindlessly, too focused on the fact that he was leaning in even closer. There’s no way he doesn’t notice it right-?

“Cause I must say, it’s a shame..” He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on top of your knuckles. “If you were mine.. I assure you that you would never feel this way.”

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moodymisty · 8 days

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The words “blood hungry Sanguinius” in your announcement post activated all of my neurons at once. Anyway request time, lemme lay the scene. Sanguinius is in an established relationship, she’s a diplomat or his seneschal, somebody of great importance to him both personally and professionally. The planet they’re currently Crusading™ has put up enough of a fight to be troublesome but peace talks are finally happening, which our dear angel’s beloved is the head of. Except not everybody wants peace. Sanguinius has been waging war on this planet, not everybody is gonna be a fan but people also aren’t stupid enough to just pick a direct fight with the 10ft tall dude who could chuck a spear into space. So they aim smaller, where they know it’ll still hurt. An assassination attempt is made on his beloved. It fails, mind you, but it was too close for comfort. She was hurt and suddenly the great angel isn’t feeling so angelic. He wants cathartic visceral payback and his sons couldn’t agree more. Now that kind of adrenaline-fueled murder rampage will get anybody’s blood pumping so once he gets back he’s headed straight for their room. Obviously he’s relieved that she’s fine, patched up and everything at this point but she still smells like blood and sweat and he just desperately needs to know she’s okay. Needs to hear her voice crying out for him rather than in pain, feel her pulse against his lips. Needs to lick the blood off her. It’s precious after all, he’d hate for it to go to waste (and crucially of course he has to erase the traces of that attack, only he is allowed to draw blood from his beloved, nobody else gets to do that and live)

Do with these brain worms what you will, Misty. Go nuts ❤️

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: Thank you for the fucking FOOD, friend. I hope you enjoy it, I tweaked a tiny bit just to make it flow better in my head because it was going to keep getting longer if I didn’t stop send help

Relationships: Sanguinius/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, semi-graphic depictions of violence in the beginning, Blood drinking/licking/vampirey stuff, fingering, If you squinted you could consider this dubious consent because making out after a near death experience probably isn’t the best trauma response but it’s 40k so whatever, Slightly Yandere Sanguinus also to be honest

Sanguinus lets his perfect veneer fade for a moment, as he drifts off into thought. Tactical planning and logistics fade into the background, but Sanguinus can still comprehend it all and join back in a moment without anyone noticing.

She’s asleep right now, oh how I wish I could join her.

After a tense few weeks of failed diplomacy and eventual war, you needed rest; While Sanguinus needs such a thing much more rarely, he still wishes to join you. This whole debacle has been little more than aggravating to him.

While he is used to waging war like this, he knows you took this failed diplomacy as a failure for yourself. You’re still new to this, he knows it’ll fade with time but he wishes he could at least comfort you for a little while.

Though, this whole crusade has been less than what you all expected. Fierce electrical storms have made teleporting or even using Thunderhawks or smaller landers from the Red Tear to planet-side dangerous, so they’ve set up temporary base on solid ground while the war effort continues.

He hates the feeling of it; The nature of it being less secure. He knows you’re surrounded by Astartes, but these walls are old and they don’t know the landscape, or if this old fortress has anywhere to hide. This isn't their home territory, the safety of the cold, metal walls of the Red Tear and it's sister ship-

The door suddenly barges open, and in rush two blood Angels who's armor screeches as they freeze to a halt. It manages to startle Sanguinius somewhat, as his wings shift close to his body.

“Lord Sanguinus! Someone is attacking Our Lady!”

The sentence brings him to high alert even before they finish speaking and he’s already pushing past them to make his way towards you. He barely even notices the title they used for you, one that has only been said a handful of times as they slowly became used to your presence beside him.

Sanguinus is out of his armor at the moment, a rare time for him to stretch his wings and back after being in it for nearly a week straight, and the lessened weight makes his strides even faster as he races to you. His wings are tight to his body to avoid hitting anything or catching drag, and he hears the sound of bolters and ceramite plates crashing into weaker armor. He had them guarding the room at all hours, and as such was able to get alerted to the assassins- he assumes by their dark regalia and deftness- instantly.

“I want at least one alive! I want to know how they got past our perimeter!”

The first intruder he catches sight of has their shoulder blown away by a bolter shell before they could comprehend Sanguinus’ orders, and the second gets grabbed by an Astartes and yells in pain at the audible crack of bone. The third Sanguinus notices behind him and he batters him with the end of his wing, and an Astartes manages to obtain him by grabbing his neck. No matter how skilled they were, they stand absolutely no match to his sons. Even their advantage of surprise offered them nothing in the end.

Sanguinius eventually snags the last one and hands the wretch to his sons, and the lot are carried away.

They might be alive now, but once Sanguinus gets what he wants from them, they’ll wish they weren’t. Especially after he looks towards you.

Your sitting on the floor leaned against the wall, arms tight to yourself. He can see your thin nightdress is stained with blood at the neckline, and your arms also have small bits of blood. Your cheek has a small gash that’s growing a bruise around it, like it’s from a punch or slap.

You have an Astartes combat knife in your hands, blood soaking the blade. He knows you put up a fight despite the odds. It was probably you that alerted his sons.

He can hear them communicating amongst themselves, making sure the room and perimeter are clear. The assassins are removed and will probably get prodded around in by a curious techpriest in the future. He knew that a forward base such as this was a dangerous idea, and this only further cements it. Despite the meteorological issues.

Though his thoughts are on less immediate things, now that he knows you’re safe. His clears his throat slightly but the motion does nothing to distract him.

Something Sanguinius had learned in his younger years was that all blood is different; In taste, smell. Some of it is superior to others in those ways.

As while the room is soaked in blood, he can only smell yours.

“All of you check everywhere for any others. Leave us alone unless I call.”

The Blood Angels present hesitate to move, and their lieutenant speaks why. His helmet rests in his hands.

“Should we not stay to keep you both-“ Sanguinus turns to him and his voice is firm and unwavering.

“Go.”

The captain almost seems surprised, before placing his helmet back on. His men dip their heads for a moment and leave, closing the door and leaving the two of you alone.

The Primarch comes closer, lowering to his knee in front of you.

“You’re not hurt?” His hands grasp your shoulders, and you shake your head.

“No. Not badly enough to complain about at least.” Sanguinus lets out an audible sigh of relief.

He moves to let you stand, offering a hand you take for a moment. You move away to look into a mirror and splash some water on your face, wiping the blood away from it. It does nothing to cut the scent overwhelming the air that only he can parse.

“I’ve sent them to figure out how those men got in, and if there’s more.” You look up at him, before bending down to pick up one of his fallen feathers. He lost a few in the battle, as he does all the time. The Red Tear also has many strewn about in the places he frequents. You hold it in your hand and brush along the quill shaft, smoothing it. It’s a habit you’ve developed.

“Shouldn’t you go with them?” Sanguinus furrows his brow, confused.

“I want to stay with you, so I know you’re safe. And that you feel safe.”

The way you look up at him is worried; What could you possibly be worried about right now besides yourself? You were the one who was almost killed, because he was ignorant enough to bring you here, selfish because of his desire to keep you at his side. He kneels close to you, and tries to hold his breath as his mouth waters.

“What is it, my love?”

You look at him and continue holding his feather, seeing the way his eyes leer at you. You’ve seen it before, and it’s obvious why.

“Sanguinus, you’re hungry.”

How well you already know him, even after such a short period of time.

He gently cups a hand to the side of your face, before leaning inward.

“I’m sorry my love, I can’t help it, you’re like my own personal wine.”

His lips brush across your own, and he can suddenly taste the tiny droplet of blood from where your lip had split. You eagerly return his kiss and the desperation has you gripping him like a lifeline, as if your mind is finally catching up with what’s happened. He eagerly holds you back, his massive hands cupping your waist and swallowing most of it.

Before you know it, he has you in his arms, and he gently drops you onto the bed. It creaks and groans under the weight of him, but you’re little more than a feather to it.

He can see the cut across your collarbone; They must’ve tried to put a knife to your throat, and cut along below it instead. Your heart beat rushes just underneath it.

“Let me help you forget all of this ever happened,”

He whispers, half lost on the smell of your blood. You still feel almost stunned, like everything is a dream, but you’d never refuse him with how safe you always feel in his arms.

Sanguinus’ hands drift up your nightdress until it’s off of you, the stained fabric getting tossed aside.

He leans down to drag his lips along the cut of your collarbone, tongue sweeping away any traces of blood. The droplets that ran down your sternum get wisked away as well, his tongue traveling between your breasts.

He would hate to see it be wasted. The ones who spilled it and attempted to do worse will spill their secrets, and suffer for what they’ve done.

He’ll keep his head turned if they end up bloodless as well. His sons can sate their appetites on them and he’ll mind little.

Meanwhile you writhe underneath him, a hand on your shoulder holding you down while the other presses down close to your hip. Your free hand grasps at him, nails digging into his skin. He hears you saying his name, whispering it like a prayer, but he can barely hear it over the sound of your heart in his ears.

He can stay under control, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t test his willpower.

He loves to call you his wine; Though in some ways it’s almost as if you’re a drug he can never allow himself to have too much of, lest he get lost in it.

His left hand drifts closer and brushes over your hip, his massive palm dwarfing your smaller body. His fingers push between your thighs with ease, and he slips his fingers into your folds and hears the way you whimper at the soft touch. It isn’t long before they press against your entrance and slowly he teases one inside, before slipping in another once he’s readied you enough for it.

He feels the heat of your body as he presses his hand against you, all the while his face never leaves your neck. It’s an awkward angle for him at his overwhelming height, but he makes it work. His teeth ever so gently scrape across the pulsing vein of your neck where old scars from him lie, and he feels the way you shiver.

His fingers curl inside of you as his lips press hard against your neck, tasting every last little bit of blood until your skin is clear apart from the thin sliver of red.

He leans away and presses his lips to yours again, catching your bottom lip between his own. The cut on your lip had just stopped bleeding but his rougher kiss aggregates it enough to make it bleed just a tiny bit more, and you moan into his mouth as he tastes it.

Your hand desperately grasps at his own pressing against your shoulder, trying to grip his fingers and keep you grounded. He loves the way you writhe underneath him, earlier events completely forgotten.

He pulls way from your lips with a soft pop and his hot breath returns to your neck.

He wants to bite it so badly. It’s tormenting him, eating at him. But then he feels when he finally reach your peak, tightening around him and crying out to him in pleasure and not pain. It’s like music to his ears, after hearing your heart race so much in fear barely hours ago. To hear you call his name not to save you but to have him make you feel like this.

He pulls his lips away from your neck as you catch your breath. Another time.

His wings droop slightly, though even folded they take up so much space, shadowing so much more than just your body. They drop even more, and it almost feels like he’s trying to surround you with them and his body.

He gently pulls his hand from your folds but you feel his finger brush against your inner thigh, and the corners of his mouth twitch as you shiver and tense.

“I will never allow your life to ever be threatened again,”

He says, a part inside of him fuming at the fact it happened to begin with. He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous, careless, though deeper down he knows he did everything he could. He’ll do more now. His sons are becoming used to you, accepting of you, they’ll do it with no complaints.

You look up at him with soft, shining skin; Lips swollen. He wishes he could stay for longer, and take advantage of his time without his armor.

“Just don’t worry yourself into dropping feathers,” You joke and smile, voice slightly hoarse. He can still hear your heartbeat racing in his ears, but it’s calming down as you lay underneath him.

Sanguinus laughs and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. He swallows down his only partly sated hunger for another time.

“I’ll try not to.”

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The Maid - Part 7

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, depression, mentions of suicide, despair, feeling trapped. Mentions of abuse and rape.

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The tears in your eyes cloud your vision. Loki stares at you in shock. All he can see is a shell of the woman he met before. The woman with fire and passion, cursing out a king, purely feeding off of bravery and survival instinct. He realizes that it was a defence mechanism created to hide her true pain beneath.

You feel the walls within you building back up, brick by brick around your heart. Closing yourself off from everything. Until you feel nothing again. The tears stop, your heart rate slows, your hands are dry. All you can do is blink and stare out the window. It's like your brain goes into autopilot; shielding you from the trauma and pain you've endured.

You rise from the chair quickly "I apologize, your highness. This has all been an overreaction. I am sorry for bothering you. I will now take my leave." You turn towards the door but you're met with a blank wall.

What?

You feel his hand gently grab your wrist.

"I know what you're doing. You're shielding yourself from the emotional pain. I know that look all too well. I mastered it, myself." He approaches you slightly, closing the gap between you.

"So you're solution is to lock me in here?!"

His eyes glistened as he spoke "Stop. Please, don't push me out, believe me. " Your breath hitches in your throat.

The king is pleading me to believe him?

Before you can answer you feel his thumb gently grasp your chin to lock in your gaze.

"I promise. He will pay for everything he did to you. I will seek it myself. However, I need to know what he did..." Loki softly says to you, his eyes burning with pure sincerity.

You don't know why but the glare in his eyes lit a fire in your heart you thought was extinguished and irreparable. When you looked at him, you could see a green aura surrounding him. You weren't afraid, you were enamoured by it. You felt this gravitational pull...You felt... warmth and tranquility; something you haven't felt in a very long time.

"Okay. I believe you." you breathe out.

The intensity of your words weighed heavy on Loki's heart. He knew a woman like you, trusted nobody but herself.

You don't know why but you feel this urge to tell him everything, from the moment you reached the castle until now. The abuse, the attempted rapes, the whipping, the pain and suffering.

When you finish explaining your truth, living as a maid, all Loki could do was listen to you intently, absorbing everything you say, never faltering. You had his undivided attention.

"Why didn't Banner ever mention it?......" Loki questions aloud.

"I told him not to. He promised he wouldn't. Banner keeps his word."

"Why didn't tell anyone? Why let yourself suffer all this time?" his green eyes are bright with emotion, almost as though he can feel your pain.

"Do you think anyone would believe me? Even if I did, Why would they say anything to oppose him? He is the pure essence of evil. Everybody fears him, nobody defies him without consequence. He says every action is ordered by YOU, the KING, might I remind you! Do you think ANY of us even THOUGHT of questioning that? Do you think anybody would bat and eyelash if I were to suddenly disappear? They would replace me the next day with no further thought. I've been gone for so long by now, they probably have done just that. We are enslaved to the crown. We have no rights. We are treated as objects who are easily replaceable. When you need this job to survive with basic necessities on a daily basis, you become numb to it all."

Loki stares at you, mouth slightly agape. His mind couldn't wrap itself around the fact that he failed you, he failed his people.

The king is speechless. That's a first.

Loki was calm on the outside but raging severely on the inside. He could not fathom how this could be happening within his castle walls without his knowledge.

He suddenly felt this uncontrollable rage bubbling up inside him. His hands began to glow green as he attempted to contain his emotions.

What is happening? I haven't reacted like this since I was a teenager.

Your story was replaying in his head, over and over again as he stared out his window, trying to contain his powers to not scare you away.

How DARE HE touch even one hair on her head. I will make him pay for this.

His hands grew brighter with every thought of you suffering by his hands. He felt this intense urge to protect you, to regain vengeance on the pain he has caused you.

He suddenly spins on his heel and walks towards you, placing a gentle hand your cheek. "Believe me when I say that none of this was my doing. I never ordered any of these commands. They are foolish dogs who managed to loosen their leashes without me noticing. I will make him pay. All of them." he hissed through gritted teeth.

Before you can retort he cuts you off.

"You shall stay in the chambers besides mine. You will be safe." he says before he disappears into the thin air and you appear into chambers you do not recognize.

What did I just do?

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The Fix - Part 4

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Warnings: Child abduction, mentions of domestic violence, language, gun violence, mentions of drugs/drug use

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: I want to preface this by saying: I don’t usually bring up real life situations or discuss what’s going on in the world on this Tumblr. My page is meant to be a safe space for anyone who comes to read fiction, and it will remain that way. I want to put a heavy disclaimer on this that there is mention of gun violence in this chapter. I live in the United States where gun violence seems to be a daily occurrence, but I know reading about it can be triggering for many (especially with recent events). Please know that it is not my intention to trigger anyone, and I absolutely respect and encourage you to skip this chapter if you are not comfortable reading. My descriptions are vague, but I still want to be clear that it is a topic in this chapter.

Pop, pop, pop.

The sound was nauseating and caused you to bolt upright in your bed. You were disoriented and confused—you didn’t even remember falling asleep.

Beau’s voice was muffled through your closed bedroom door. “Jackson, drop the gun!” He demanded with a tone you hadn’t heard him use before. “Nobody else needs to get hurt.”

Nobody else? Your heart was in your throat. Bailey.

You pulled on the metal doorknob and swung it open so hard that it clanged against the wall and bounced back. It was so loud that it caused Beau to flinch slightly, but as you stepped into the hall you realized his focus was fixated on someone in your kitchen, his gun drawn and aimed in that direction.

“Darlin’, I’m gonna need you to stay put,” Beau’s tone had shifted slightly—it was more gentle—but his gaze remained locked on the person in your kitchen.

“Is that her? Is that my wife?” You heard the voice of the man you had worked so hard to forget.

“Jackson,” you muttered as you ignored Beau’s request and moved down the hallway. “Where is she? Where’s Bailey?” Your heart thudded against your chest so hard, as if you had just run a marathon. As you approached Beau, he adjusted his hold on his gun.

“Dammit, I asked you to stay put,” he grumbled.

“Yeah, well, I don’t follow directions well,” your eyes were fixed on the man in your kitchen. As he came into view, you noticed how awful he looked. He was either tired or high, maybe both. “Jackson…” you started again. “Where is Bailey?”

“She’s safe,” Jackson moved, pointing his pistol back and forth between you and Beau. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled. It looked as though the clothes on his back had been worn for days.

Your feet wanted to take off running in the direction of where he had come from to find her, but your eyes found the barrel of his gun and you tried to will yourself to stay put.

“Alright, let’s take it nice an’ easy,” Beau broke the silence. “Nobody has to get shot, Jackson. We gotta get an ambulance here for my deputy, okay? Can I radio in that I need an ambulance?” He was putting the ball in Jackson’s court. Beau recognized that Jackson yearned for control in every situation; he was better at this than you had realized.

“Fuck no,” Jackson spat. “Ain’t nobody leavin’ here but her.” He pointed the gun back at you. “You sleepin’ with a Sheriff now, baby?”

You cringed at that word: baby. It brought back flashbacks filled with pain.

“I’m just here to keep an eye out, is all,” Beau spoke before you could even process what to say. “Every deputy, cop and FBI agent is lookin’ for you right now. I’m here to keep her safe.”

“Looks like you’re doing a great job of that,” without breaking eye contact with Beau, he leaned to the side and spit. “She’s comin’ with me. We’re gonna be a family again.” He cocked his head—he was out of his mind at this point. You had never seen him this far gone, which terrified you.

“Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to let that happen,” Beau’s jaw tightened and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his finger twitch by the trigger.

“Beau…” you started softly to try and calm him down. You knew the only way to Bailey was through Jackson. His finger twitch made you nervous.

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now, are we?” Jackson asked, annoyed.

You ignored it. “I want to go,” you continued to speak to Beau. “I want to be with Bailey.” There was a pleading tone to your voice. For the first time in this entire encounter, Beau looked between you and then back at Jackson, incredulously.

“Not gonna happen,” Beau said firmly and his jaw muscles flinched. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the shadows creep beyond the window just past Jackson. More people were coming—an array of officers and FBI agents, you could assume. You wanted to stop them—you were so close to getting to Bailey. She was so close, you could feel it.

“You don’t get a say in this one,” Jackson practically snarled. “Come on, baby. Let’s go.” He held out his hand that wasn’t gripping the gun.

Before you could even move, a shot rang out and ripped through the glass. You watched Jackson’s eyes widen. A scream fell from your lips, but before you could process—Beau’s arms encircled your waist and tackled you into the hallway up against the wall. He pulled your head to his shoulder, his fingers spanned out over the back of your head. His body covered yours against the wall and you realized he was trying to shield you from a potential gun fight.

“No, no, no!” You screamed against his shoulder. You pushed and shoved against his chest, but he was a boulder and wouldn’t budge. “He knows where Bailey is! He’s the only one who knows!” You realized at that point tears had started to flow from your eyes and sobs shook your entire frame.

“Relax!” Beau commanded over the noise of officers and agents entering your home. “Just take a breath for a second.” He pulled back when he realized the moment was under control.

“Jackson Lyle, you are under arrest,” someone said as your body shook against the wall. As Beau removed his frame from yours, his eyes watched you closely. That painstaking, sympathetic gaze was back, and it only made you more frustrated.

“He’s the only one who knows,” the repeated words fell in a whimper from your lips.

“I hear you, darlin’,” Beau said softly. His fingertips trailed up to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, and you wondered if he realized he had even done it. “You couldn’t have gone with him.”

You pushed past him, and were surprised to find out he didn’t try to stop you. As you entered the living room once more, you saw Jackson on the floor with his hands restrained behind his back in cuffs. There were two FBI agents standing over him, as well as deputies and officers casing your home and marking evidence. Jackson seemed to be conscious—by the looks of the pooling blood, it seemed he had been shot in the shoulder at least once.

“Where is she, Jackson?” You asked firmly. It was your goal to get some kind of answer, just in case he would lose consciousness at any given moment.

Jackson’s eyes floated over you before he leaned to the side and spit in your direction. “Can't tell you that now, baby. We could've been a family again.”

Anger burned the pit of your stomach. “You son of a bitch,” you started, before you lunged towards him.

The arms that encircled your waist from behind were beginning to feel familiar. “Hey, hey, hey,” Beau’s gruff voice rumbled just behind your head. “I want to kick his face in just as much as you do, but we gotta do this right.”

Your breathing calmed a bit as the FBI agent you recognized stepped forward. “Sheriff,” his eyes burned into Beau.

“Agent,” Beau tipped his head at Matt, the agent from earlier.

“Do you have any idea how many problems you’ve caused?” The agent ignored your presence.

“We got the guy, didn’t we?” Beau shot back.

You held your hands up to stop the back and forth. “My daughter is still missing. What are we doing to find her?” You looked at Matt expectantly.

He sighed but finally pulled his gaze away from Beau. “We have agents searching the direction we tracked Jackson’s truck from. They’re also checking the truck for any evidence,” he answered. “He has to go to the hospital, but we’ll question him more as we get there, and then once the doctors are done with him.”

Your mind raced to think of what else could be done. “Which direction did he come from?” You asked. Matt didn’t answer. His eyes hovered over you for a moment. “I asked you a question, agent.” You couldn’t control the tone of your voice, you were desperate.

“I can’t tell you that, ma’am,” he sighed.

“My five-year-old is out there, alone,” you seethed. This time, Beau didn’t stop you. “And you’re not gonna tell me which way I might be able to go to find her?”

Matt spoke before he processed. “Do you know who your ex-husband is associated with? He runs with some of the most dangerous criminals you could think of. Drug traffickers we’ve been trying to bust for years.”

“Is this supposed to make me feel better that my daughter is out there in insane danger?” You felt like you could puke at any given moment.

“Listen,” Matt sighed. “We are doing everything in our power to get your daughter back. I mean this with all due respect, keep your nose out of it,” he glanced between both you and Beau firmly. “Or else you’re going to find yourself in an even bigger mess.”

He didn’t give you an opportunity to respond. Instead, he turned to the paramedics who were busy loading up Jackson on a gurney.

“Keep him cuffed,” he said firmly as he escorted them through your home.

“This is insane,” you muttered out loud with a hand to your forehead.

“Excuse me one second,” Beau spotted the paramedics loading Mo up onto a gurney just outside on the front porch. He walked past the various law enforcement personnel. “Popcorn, you alright?”

“I’m alright, boss,” Mo managed a smile. Beau nodded and looked to the paramedics.

“He should be okay,” one of them spoke first. “Looks like a direct shot to the shoulder, and there’s an exit wound. We’ll take him in and get him checked out.”

“Thank you,” Beau clapped the paramedic on the back. “Good work, Pops.”

“Sorry he got through me,” Mo seemed disappointed in himself.

“None of that,” Beau waved off. “No one saw him comin’. You did good.”

After he was assured his deputy was alright, he walked back through the kitchen and into the living room where you were standing.

“Is there somewhere you can go?” A second agent approached you from the hallway. “Until we know if it’s absolutely safe, you should really stay somewhere else.”

You were still convinced you were going to get in your truck and go on your own search for Bailey, but you weren’t about to tell the FBI that. “I’ve got a place in mind.” You lied.

“Good, we’ll reach out as soon as we know more,” he nodded at you and went on to process any additional evidence.

You high-tailed it for your bedroom where you grabbed a backpack and filled it with some clothes and other things you might need while you were away. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the man in the doorway until he spoke.

“Where are you gonna go?” Beau’s voice halted your movements, but only for a second. You quickly glanced over your shoulder. He was leaned against the doorframe. You tried to ignore the way his muscles pressed against his brown jacket with his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Uh, somewhere,” you murmured as you returned your focus to packing.

“Oh, so you have no plan,” he pushed off of the doorframe and walked towards where you stood.

“I have a plan, you’re just not gonna like it,” you zipped the backpack up and pulled it up onto your shoulder.

“You’re not goin’ on some wild goose chase,” he sighed.

You pushed past him and headed back into the hallway. “I’m an adult, Beau. I can make my own decisions.” You were both silent as you passed agents and deputies along with two crime scene investigators. You took one last look around your home before you headed for the front door.

As soon as you were off the last step of your front porch and away from any lingering ears, you heard his boots crunch behind you. “I can’t let you do this.” He said, the frustration clear in his voice.

“You’re gonna have to arrest me, then,” you mumbled over your shoulder as you pulled your truck keys out of your denim jacket pocket.

“Aw man, do you know how much paperwork that is?” Beau grumbled. He sighed as you tossed your backpack into the truck. “Alright, alright. Get in my truck.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “The last time I got in your truck, Beau, you did exactly what I told you not to do.”

“If I remember correctly, you said Jackson wouldn’t show up here and he most certainly did,” he bit back. He rolled his eyes when he noticed your firm stance—you weren’t willing to budge. “Listen, I’m gonna take you back to my trailer and we’re gonna come up with a plan.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, frustrated with his so-called ‘plan’.

“Please,” it was a word you hadn’t heard often, and you felt a little bad about all the trouble Beau had gone through to get you to this point. “I’ve broken pretty much every order I’ve been given, darlin’. I’m willing to break a couple more but we gotta get settled and really think through our next steps. And something tells me you don’t have anywhere to go in this town, either.”

Oh, so he’s handsome and smart, you thought to yourself. “Fine,” the word left your mouth with a huff. “But you promise me we’ll go look for her?”

“I promise,” he looked directly into your eyes as he said it. Your mind flashed back and you remembered how he had avoided eye contact when he couldn’t be honest with you about taking you home instead of allowing you to join the search party. So you decided to trust him.

You pulled your backpack out of your truck and closed the door. “If you’re lying to me, Beau Arlen, I swear to God…”

“Oh, trust me, darlin’,” he chuckled. “Won’t make that mistake twice.” He walked the few short feet with you to his truck and pulled the passenger door open for you. You raised your brows at him, adding the fact that he was a gentleman, too, to your repertoire.

After you climbed in, he closed the door.

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The drive to Beau’s trailer was mostly silent. As he pulled up the dirt drive, you took in your surroundings. This wasn’t really where you expected the Sheriff of the town to live; it was hardly a trailer—it looked more like a tin can, but it was quaint. The mountains behind were illuminated by the moonlight. Even in the darkness, you felt peace.

“You live here?” You asked as he shifted the car into park.

“Yes ma’am,” he sighed as he opened his door and you followed suit. “It’s not much, but then again, I don’t need much.” He smiled. In the glow of the moon, you saw his dimple again.

“It’s quiet out here,” you chimed as you pulled your backpack from the floorboard and closed the car door behind you. You allowed him to lead the way as he walked to the steps that led to the trailer door.

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Hello!! Mind if I request a lo'ak fluff? Where he visits reader who is a painter and cute stuff happens? Thank you~!! 🩵🩵🩵🩵

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You sat in alcove in what they had deemed high camp , you were crushing different plants to make pain. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of clicking beads as someone walked closer then you heard the familiar voice . “Tiny!... there you are, we've been looking all over for you. You can’t just leave!“ Lo’ak huffed sitting next to you.

You rolled your eyes playfully, turning to look at him “ Lo , I never left, we're still at high camp if you haven’t noticed “ you moved closer to him but continued to crush the plants to make the paint. Lo’ak lifted you without a warning placing between his crossed legs `` What are you doing tiny “ he asked you as you continued your work once you got comfortable. “ what does it look like you skxawng?” You tease him.

He rolled his eyes poking you in the side . “ Fine then, why are you making paint there’s nothing planned for the next few weeks' ' he asked . "It's not war paint Lo, I’m gonna use it to paint something on the walls. I overheard your dad talking to the others about how this space was gonna be a place to teach the kids. an, I thought they’d enjoy it a bit more if it looked like the forest instead of the bland black walls of the cave.” You explain to him well looking up from the bowls.

He smiles at you before moving aside the bowls “ that sounds great , but come on it’s almost evening meal, you can start tomorrow tiny “ . He takes you off his legs before getting up and grabbing your hand leading you away and back to the center of high camp .

The next day you got up early to start your work, since you were a human it was much easier to slip away and nobody would notice. Once you got started you lost track of time . the next thing you knew Lo’ak was standing next to you looking at your work. He opened his mouth to speak but the words got caught in his throat. “ Tiny ….. Did you do this all today? He asked you while looking at the mural. You had painted most of the background, the only thing that was missing was the sky and the mountains. ‘ yea … i just gotta finish the sky and the mountains for the background but i can't reach so i have to find a way to get up there.` you told him as you turned to him. Lo’ak looked like he was thinking , before he got smile on his face. “ I think I can help with that tiny.” Lo’ak moved behind you before grabbing you from behind and place you on his shoulders . “LO’AK!!” you exclaimed quickly grabbing onto his head to keep balance. He chuckled, holding onto your legs . “ what? … is this too high? “ he asked in a teasing tone.

" N-no … it’s perfect but you really gotta give me a warning when you manhandle me” he handed you the paint for the sky and then grabbed the one for the mountains. You both painted in silence until Lo’ak started to tell you about that day's training . You hummed in response when needed but otherwise let him fill the silence. Before you noticed it was almost time for evening meal . you both cleaned up before calling it a night.

That's how the next few days passed, you getting up early slipping away or rushing through your chores. Lo’ak joining you later in the day after his Training or chores. He’d bring food for you both to eat together before helping you or just sitting and keeping you company.

On the fourth day of you guys doing this. Lo’ak had brought you a new pigment to try. ‘ Hey Tiny I got something for you”. He walked up next to you showing you a black pigment . you turned up to look up at him smiling at him “ Lo this is perfect for shading”. You make a motion for him to get to your level, he kneels down facing you so you're both at the same eye level. You leaned forward giving him a kiss on the cheek . you had grabbed the bowl and turned to add the water that you had missed his ears pinning back against his skull and the slight purple tint to his cheeks.

You had turned back towards him grabbing his hand pulling him along with you to show him the process of making shadows to make it 3-D. You gave him the bowl so he could try for himself. Once he had finished what you had told him to do he gave you back the bowl with the black paint. You continued to paint, he stood watching you leaning against the wall laying his hand to support himself. You heard him take a sharp inhale and move away from the wall like it burned him. You quickly tuned to look to see what happened. Lo’ak stood there looking at his hand before looking down at the floor his ears pinned back and his tail slowly wiping around. You saw the hand covered in black paint and instantly knew what had happened. You walked over to the paints and dipped your hand in white paint. Walking over to the mural you placed your hand right within the large five fingered hand print making one of you own within it. He looked up as he saw you moved forward ready to apologize for having ruined your work. You turned back to look at him smiling. “ There I think it looks much better, don’t you think?” you ask him. He looked kinda shocked at you, his ears stood up again and his tail stopped moving instead curling around his leg. “ Y-yea it does “ he answered slowly, still a bit unsure of your reaction.

You put the paint bowl down “ come on let's clean up and we can finish up tomorrow” you both went to wash off the paint. He stopped you from leaving “ you wanna go flying for a bit since we finished early today” he asked looking down at you. You nodded, slipping your hand into his.

The next day you had woken up alongside the first rays of light. You had quickly done your chores around the lab. making your way to the out alcove you were shocked to find Lo’ak already waiting for you since he always showed up after midday. You smile at him “ somebody’s early “ you tease him gently “ yea, well since we're almost done i thought i’d show up early today …. Come on Tiny daylights a wasting” you both spend the day adding finishing touches when you were almost done you got a lsat minute idea. “ Lo’ak ? … you think you can give me a boost again” you asked looking up at him . he nodded gently before picking you up and placing you on his shoulders like the first day. You added an ikran to the sky of the mural you lent too much to the side, suddenly losing your balance. Letting out a squeak as you feel yourself falling Lo’ak moves as well try to keep balance cussing you both to fall into all the dirty paint bowls. You wipe the paint away from your eyes turning to Lo’ak you see he's covered in paint to trying to clean some off his tongue. You couldn't help yourself and just started to laugh . Lo”ak looked down at you hearing you laugh also made him laugh as well “ we look like Ikrans “ he huffed out before he got himself up and then pulled you up as well. "We should go bathe, “ you tell him, wiping more paint away from your face. He grabbed your hand “ yea , but one thing first.” he kneeled down so you were eye level once again and gently grabbed your cheek. He moved in cloning the space between you pressing his lips to yours.

#lo’ak fanfiction #lo’ak avatar #lo’ak x y/n #lo’ak oneshot #lo’ak x fem!reader #lo’ak x reader #lo’ak x human reader #lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan #avatar 2009 #avatar movie #avatar 2009 x reader #neteyam x reader #jake sully x reader #tsu'tey x reader

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melon-wing · 6 months

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Not-So-Secret Soulmates [Scar/Grian]

[[FANFICTION MASTERLIST]]

Grian stood at the small grave, looking at the name with a pained expression. His heart ached for the friend he had just lost, even when he knew it wouldn’t be forever. He hadn’t meant to kill Bigb. He had managed to convince himself they were secret soulmates so much that he had forgotten Bigb had still been connected to Ren after all. He probably wouldn’t have built that trap otherwise. Or maybe he would have done it, but he would have apologised to Bigb before they had perished. This way he had actually celebrated his secret soulmate’s death, indirectly, but still. He had cheered.

Grian almost felt as if arms were embracing him and he wondered if that was really the case. He remembered being a ghost last time. He had still been able to stay in that world and while he had just watched, maybe soft touches were possible. Him and Scar had been able to hear the shouts of the dead in their first game after all. Sometimes the wall between the dead and the living got thinner as emotions ran high.

“I’m so sorry, B. I didn’t mean to kill you. I wished things could have been different. I really… I really wanted to be with you”, he whispered into the cold night air.

“You wanted him to be your soulmate instead of me, didn’t you?”

Grian jumped, whipping around so quickly he almost fell, the feeling of the soft embrace immediately disappearing as a cold shiver ran down his back. How hadn’t he heard Scar walk up to him? It was so unlike him to not pay attention and Scar usually wasn’t one to hide his presence well enough. It took him a moment to overcome the shock to realise Scar was still waiting for an answer, his eyes looking deep into his and it was as if he was pulled into these brown pools filled with uncertainty and sadness.

“Yes. I wanted him to be my soulmate. He was the one I was disappointed about most when we discovered he wasn’t my soulmate.”

Scar let out a small laugh, but there was no joy in it, it sounded so hollow.

“I mean… I knew that. Why am I even surprised? I just never thought you’d admit it just like that. But yeah, it’s true. Nobody would have been happy having me as a partner. I’m irresponsible, I mess up stuff and I don’t think before jumping into action. I’m the worst at this and anyone would have been better. I’m a walking, talking catastrophe.”

Grian could see something breaking inside Scar as his voice reached a higher pitch as he spoke, cracking every now and again, his words making him spiral downwards even more.

“Scar-”

“No. Don’t you dare deny it now. You know it’s true! I pretended I didn’t hear you scream when you found out. I pretended it was something else that made you this upset, but I knew. I knew we were soulmates before you did. I knew the moment I stepped foot into this weird world. Because how could it ever be anybody else other than you?”, Scar ranted on, a shaking hand pushing his hair from his forehead as he looked at Grian, his eyes a mixture of sadness and madness. He was losing it quickly and Grian was too overwhelmed to know what to say to him. “Scar, please…”

Scar just shook his head, eyes moving from Grian to the grave behind him. “I thought this time we could win together. Me and you until the end. This time we wouldn’t have to fight to death. I didn’t want to see you cry again like last time. It was so hard to keep pretending then and not just hug you. I promised myself to protect you.”

“Wait… pretend?”

The glint of madness seemed to disappear and Scar smiled softly, but still so sad as he recalled the memories of their first game. “Grian. I’m not that bad at fistfighting. I’m a clutz, but even I don’t stumble that often and fall face first into a cactus. I didn’t want to hurt you. I let you win. Had I known you’d cry over my dying body like that I would have just accidentally fallen into a ravine before we ever reached that damn ring of death.”

Grian only stared at him, thinking back to their encounter in the desert, not trying to linger too long on the memory of the screams and blood. Now that Scar had said it, it seemed so obvious. Not even Scar was that much of an idiot when something was important to him. Apparently winning had never been important to him.

“I- Thank you, I think?”

Scar just shook his head and Grian was pretty sure getting gratitude wasn’t the reason he had brought it up.

“It’s in the past now. We were a great team back then. Not so much anymore. What happened to us, G? I thought you enjoyed being with me, even if I can be an irresponsible buffoon sometimes. We hang out all the time on Hermitcraft. We have lots of fun together, don’t we? Why do you hate being my soulmate so much that you want to team up with someone else?”

Grian pressed his lips together, glancing everywhere but at Scar’s face. He hadn’t known his attitude would hurt Scar this much and he knew he owed his partner an explanation, but he had a hard time admitting it out loud, when he had only ever told Bigb about the way he felt.

“I didn’t want to be the one to kill you again”, Grian finally whispered, looking up from uncertain eyes at Scar who seemed slightly shocked at his confession. “If you weren’t my soulmate I could have tried to do the same thing I did last time: Stay as far away from you as possible and make sure we’re not on the same or on opposing teams. I know this is a game and I know we all respawn… But I didn’t know back then. The first time. I thought I had killed you. And I couldn’t… I couldn’t fight you again. A piece of me broke that day, Scar, and I have been unable to repair it.”

“What?” Scar just gasped out, looking at him as if he was processing those words for a moment and then a bit of the sadness disappeared and he seemed less lonely and broken as a hopeful glimmer appeared. “So you teaming up with Bigb…?”

“He was helping me, Scar. We spent so much time together because he’s one of my best friends and he knows me. And I tried to replace you with him and I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you this much. It’s not that I don’t like you… I like you too much.”

Scar seemed to stop, all thoughts coming to an abrupt halt as his wide eyes looked straight into Grian’s. And then suddenly his cheeks started to turn pink as his shocked expression morphed into a small shy smile. It was an expression that made Grian’s heart race faster again. It was funny how the smallest of changes on Scar’s face could make him react like this.

Scar finally stepped up, taking a hold of Grian’s hand. “You don’t have to do this. Keeping your distance. I promise I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. We don’t have to fight and even if we die”, Scar took the hand to his lips, kissing it softly, looking up from the hand at Grian, “We’ll be right back together. I will be there when you wake up on Hermitcraft. We’ll be together. This is not real, Grian. We aren’t dying.”

“I know…”, Grian whispered, looking at Scar, those bright green eyes looking at him from beneath long eyelashes. “I just. I’m scared. What if I make enemies and you die because of me? What if I stumble and fall? What if some mob gets to me?”

Scar just shrugged, smiling fully now as he lowered Grian’s hand once more. “Grian. Do I look like someone who thinks he could win this? I cost you two lives already. So if you stumble, I’ll just have to catch you and put you back on your feet again. And if we die, I’ll be happy knowing we did our best together as a team. And once this is over we can be together without worrying. Back home.”

Grian smiled back at Scar. He just couldn’t help it. Seeing that smile was always too infectious. There was still a deep worry inside him, but yet he felt calm as well. Yeah, he might die and hurt Scar. But Scar wouldn’t mind. Scar would still be there waiting for him once he woke up again. Scar lifted his free hand up, letting it rest softly on Grian’s cheek and Grian leaned into the warmth of that touch, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing his constantly racing mind to slow down for the first time since this game had started. When he opened his eyes, all he could see and think of was Scar. Scar with his soft locks and bright smile. And with those deep eyes that looked at him with so much affection. It was truly a miracle he hadn’t suspected before that his feelings weren't one sided. “Promise me, Scar… Promise you’ll stay by my side. Don’t sacrifice yourself for me this time.”

Scar smiled and nodded.

“You’re not alone. Not in this world and not in the next.”

And as they both leaned forward their lips touched to seal the promise and Grian could feel a spark running through his whole body and he just knew that even if they didn’t win, he had gotten everything he ever wanted in this miserable world. He had found something precious that would stay far longer than the time they’d spend here. He had finally found love.

#🍉 stories #hermitship #scarian #It's nanowrimo and I come back to life #I still have the requests from last year saved and will work on some #I also plan to expand on the pirate au and turn it into a full story instead of oneshots #thanks to every follower that stuck around through all the breaks I take

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im-a-marion3tt3 · 8 months

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Without it, I'm nobody

Phantom gets more hurt than he's letting on.

"I'm fine, really," Phantom brushed off, acting as if nothing had happened. He had gotten a little playful in his guitar play but when he'd gone down in a stretch. And that's when he felt it, a ripping sensation in his thigh. It was like old elastic in a sock finally cracked. At first, Phantom's leg had only been numb but since then, the pain has only gotten worse. It was hard to bear any weight at all and even walk. Still though, he couldn't let it actually affect him. They had just finished rehearsal and they performed later that night.

"Rory, really, I'll be okay. I'm flexible, shit happens, it barely hurts, okay?" Phantom told the other ghoul, offering her a toothy smile to try and seal the deal; and hide the ache that only seemed to grow. Aurora gave him a knowing look and just shook her head, moving to whisper something to Dew who then told Rain. All three gave Phantom the same look before they turned away from them. It made him feel hot under the collar, hating to feel like he was disappointing anyone.

The show went like it always did. They danced around, performed, flirted, sang and played around. Phantom did his best to look perfectly natural though the longer the night went on, the more pain he was in. It started in his thigh then went down to his knee before snaking back up in his hips and arse. He wanted to scream, to cry, to curl up into a ball and fall asleep to prevent himself from feeling anything. Instead of doing either of those things, though, Phantom dropped to his knees in front of Dewdrop, playfully opening up his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Dewdrop grabbed the back of his head and humped the air before walking off.

As Phantom went to stand up though, a shooting pain shot through his leg, causing him to gasp and screw up the cord. He all but felt more of his leg tear, tears pricking in his eyes as he bit back a yelp of pain. Swiss looked down at him, concerned, though Phantom just felt judgment though.

Regardless, the young ghoul was stuck in that position. It wasn't until Rain noticed and came over, wrapping an arm around Phantoms torso and carefully pulling the smaller ghoul to his feet that he finally was standing. His legs screamed in pain but he put on a happy face and continued. Phantom acted fine up until they finally walked off stage. Once no one could see them, he collapsed to the ground, pulling his leg to his chest, trying to get the pain to stop.

"Hey, hey, Phy, talk to us, what's going on?" Swiss asks as Rain reaches down and carefully picks Phantom up in a bridal hold, making sure to not put pressure on his injured leg.

"It's his leg, the one he hurt during rehearsal," Rain said softly, holding the crying ghoul as he made his way to his dressing room. Aurora, Swiss, and Dewdrop followed him into the small room, concerned to high hell. They stood against the wall, wanting to be out of the way as Rain set Phantom down on his makeup counter. He took a seat on the stool right in front of him.

"What's wrong, Ant?" Rain asked softly, rubbing his hands slowly up and down Phantom's thighs, noting the way he gasped, flinched, and wailed depending on where he pushed.

"Stop! Stop, Rain- please!" Phantom gasped as he touched the back of his leg, shoving the bigger ghoul's hand off of him. He knew that Rain meant well but it felt like someone had set his leg on fire and then proceeded to jump on top of it.

"I'm stopping, I'm stopping," he said softly and quickly, moving his hands to rest on Phantom's calves, "It's your hamstring, baby bug, I think you tore it." The look Phantom made would have had them all laughing under most other circumstances. He closely resembled a kicked puppy; but they all knew why.

"Hey, it's alright, give it a week and you'll be just right again," Rain said, moving a hand to cup Phantom's face, gently rubbing his cheek to hopefully keep the other ghoul from crying.

"B-but tomorrow?" Phantom whispered, only getting a small sad smile from Rain, which made him wail. By the one action he was sent in to full body wracking sobs. Quickly the sitting ghoul had stood up and was now hugging him into his chest tightly, humming a ghoulish him softly. He looked over to Aurora and silently asked for a bandage, wanting to wrap up the injured leg. The much smaller ghoulette nodded and snuck out of the room as Swiss and Dee took this as their opportunity to pull Phantom into an even bigger hug.

"I n-need to preform! I'm... I'm nothing if I dont," he gasped out between cries. The 3 other ghouls met him with a much tighter hug.

"You are always so special, Ant, no matter what you can or can't. It'll hurt you more to perform than if you sit out, I promise, love bug," Swiss whispered before kissing the side of Phantom's head. The poor kit was going to need a lot of reassurance and they all knew that.

#ghost the band #the band ghost fanfic #phantom ghoul #ghost #the band ghost #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Just Another Reason

TW: Smut. Language. Breeding Kink. Rough/Dom! JJ.

SUMMARY: JJ’s jealousy brings you both in verbal rivalry once again, only this time, with a specific confession changing everything…

WORD COUNT: 1800

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Can you write on where JJ and reader are bestfriends and JJ thinks reader is in love with Rafe and they have an argument where reader tells JJ shes in love with him. They fuck and JJ has a possessive and breeding kink to show her who she belongs to?

Just Another Reason

It began as a joke. The accusations that your heart and focus was on that of Rafe Cameron. Of course, you didn't help the theories made by your best friend JJ, as you loved to rile him up. The way he became flustered and passionate, insulting Rafe and even your own 'stupidity' had quickly crossed a line it never had before. Such a line that the other pogues had vanished from sight in knowing better than to try and stop either one of you as it would only bring the anger towards them. For that, the living room of The Chateau became the sight of a verbal boxing ring of sorts as you sparred with pained words keeping veiled feelings in check by such cruelty.

"You really think I would love Rafe?! He's hot but-"

"Oh really?!"

"Yeah, I have eyes, JJ...but you can be hot and an idiot. Like I would ever let him touch me-"

"He sure thinks he can with the way you do everything but open your legs for him-"

"Because I like to make him think he could. My own kind of high to know he wants me but will never have me..."

"And why not entertain the idea then? If you like that high so much-"

"Because I have feelings for someone else! Ones that I honest to God can't fathom why I do because he drives me up the goddamn wall!"

"Is it Topper? Kelce?" His anger now subsided into nervousness, "Oh God, is it John B?"

"It's you! I would never entertain the idea of Rafe or anyone else because I'm in love with YOU JJ! Stupidly-" He didn't allow you a second to retract those words or ruin the moment before your lips were taken against his. Breathless from the surprise, your skin was set on fire from his touch alone as he guided you close to him while also leading you to the direction of the closest wall.

"You love me?" His words were almost pained, if not inflamed with humor or even patronization, "Then you're gonna show me..." You were dragged out of view of any curious pogues and into the bedroom, with the door slammed by his hand.

"You're gonna prove to me I'm all you want...And you're gonna start by letting me see what's mine..what you've been teasing me with in all those paper thin bikinis-" He bit his bottom lip as you began to obey before only snapping the elastic fabric of your suit instead.

"I don't know, JJ...Now that I've thought about it.. Rafe might-"

"You say his name again and you won't get to come-" He explained while taking hold of your jaw, his second hand rocketing into your bikini bottoms and jean shorts.

“I am going to make it crystal clear if I have to just who it is who belongs to you-”

“Ahh….”

“WHO gets to hear THOSE dirty little moans…” He quickened still.

“And who gets to be so deep inside of you that the only thing you’ll ever fucking know is how it feels when I make you come…” He turned you away from him, hands greedily in descent over your breasts and back to your sex, only brushing it into a tease as he surprised you with a toss to the bed, but a lift of your hips making it accessible for him to focus on your ass. His palm came over the natural curve, your soft skin exposed by the grip of his fingers pulling your bottoms down, but only to your knees, before a hard slap made you wince.

“Nobody will even have to ask who gets to fuck you because they’ll see it for themselves. MY handprints on this perfect little ass. MY cum dripping out this pussy,” He explained, fingers in depth within your sex, circling and sourcing for where you were most affected, “And MY name from your lips.”

“Yours.” You breathed, wanting to give him anything and everything as long as it meant his remaining touch. It was addictive as it was contradictory in care and cruelty. He was aggressively needy in the perfect way to make you feel wanted in a way you weren’t aware you even needed until now.

“You sure?”

“Yes…JJ…I’ve always been…” He slapped your ass again.

“Then you’ve been wearing all those little bikinis for me? Been bending over so I can envision THIS?” He asked with yet another smack. “You at this angle just for me?”

“Yes…”

“But you realize that I’m not the only one who is able to see you when you act that way, right?”

“JJ-”

“SO…” He rounded a kind rub of his palm to your battered skin before offering one more slap on either side.

“I have to keep this ass red so everyone knows when you bend over like that and wear suits like this that I am the only one who gets to make good on that perfect angle…” A grip to your hair brought you up against his chest, your eyes made to lock to his in a way that made you dizzy for a multitude of reasons.

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yes…”

“Yeah?” You nodded to his need for validation while his thumb came to a brush at your bottom lip.

“All of you?”

“All of me, J-” He carried his touch to your breast, untying the top that teased him as he spoke of it, before leaving you completely bare for him.

“Perfect…” He breathed, momentarily lost from his domination as he basked in how soft and warm you were within his hand. He’d imagined it just as often as you had and without the need to rush, he fondled and twisted the new skin that was, per your submission, his new possession.

“JJ…” You whimpered as he began to tease your nipples, the sensations making you arch against him, as he was quick to correct this need to be away from him.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart..” His hand was back between your legs as the other was firmly wrapped around your neck once again. “I get to feel every little shift your body makes…every breath-”

“JJ!”

“Every desperate little squirm…” He scoffed into your ear. “I get to make you come…”

“Yes! Please, JJ! Make me come!” You were forced with your cheek at a rest to the sheets beneath you.

“Then you’ve gotta take my cock, princess…YOUR cock…”

“YES! PLEASE!” You begged as he tugged at your hair, keeping you from suffocating beneath him, while you would be able to feel him inside of you. The thrusts were manic and sporadic, a broken pace leaving your breathing equally as erratic, before you would feel him purposely slow and still, all to feel you clench around him.

He was edging you.

“JJ!”

“You desperate for it, princess? Want me to make you come?”

“YES!”

“Desperate enough to let me come inside you? Give you my baby and make sure everybody from Figure Eight to The Cut knows who got you nice and knocked up?” The idea made your stomach twist into anxious excitement-the exact kind that would be expected at the crest of a rollercoaster. The fear of what was to come, but the thrill of the ride it would be.

“Yeah?” He brought you back to his chest, turning your jaw to where you could face him and make out the high spread across his expression.

“Yeah?! Then beg me to do it…tell me what you want from me and you’ll be sure to get it, sweetheart.”

“Fuck me, JJ!”

“Already doing THAT princess, gotta tell me what you want next…” He chuckled between his own words as you struggled to formulate anything but moans as they came from each thrust continuing inside of you in companion to the flicks made of his finger across your clit.

“I want you to come inside me…I want you to have your baby, JJ! Give me your cum so I can be pregnant for you!”

“You want it real bad don’t you, I can feel you clenching me so tight-”

“YES! PLEASE!”

“Beg one more time…just so I really know you want it. Want me-” Your fingers wrapped around the back of his hips, digging your nails into the naked skin beneath, before you obliged.

“Please, JJ! Give it to me!” Although it may not have been the description he wanted, he would act in compromise before turning you to face him, knees pressed to your chest.

“Then you’re gonna watch me do it baby, watch me fill you up so deep with my cum that you’ll be pregnant in no time.” You nodded, his hand to the back of your neck as he forced your forehead against his.

“Fuck!” You belted beneath him, his depth, his heavy breathing, his touch-everything worked in perfect unison to pull you to that edge.

“Come with me-” He grunted behind clenched teeth, fingers tightening at the back of your neck.

“I'm close, JJ!”

“Oh, I know…why do you think I am?” He scoffed before leading you over that precipice and spilling over him, his own release quick to follow. And yet, he continued.

“JJ-”

“Every last drop, princess…gotta make you a mommy so everyone knows you’re taken care of…By…ME…” He pulled your ass higher, forcing himself even deeper, as your mouth pulled slack from the sensations of pleasure behind overstimulation.

“I need to make you come again…I need to hear it again…” He was suddenly absent from you, his fingers acting as a quick replacement before his tongue was at your clit.

“I wanna wear you, princess…so come nice and hard on my face so everyone knows who I belong to…” Your eyes rolled as he worked you into perfect harmony, your body in contractions to the excess of pleasure as a familiar rush of ecstasy came to you in waves, his fingers only stopping when your back arched and you pleaded with him in pain.

But his fingers would now come to your parted lips. “Suck ‘em, clean baby…I like to share.” He smirked, doing the same to your sex, pulling the mutual slick to his fingers and feeding it to you once again.

“Just another reason to fucking love you.”

“Just another reason to love fucking you.” You added as his brow cocked.

“I love you, princess.” He spoke in the break of yet another kiss.

“I love you too, JJ…”

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tinytinybumblebee · 10 months

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May I pretty pls request some tiny ballister headcanons with cg ambrosia

!!!!!!!

This lad

Ooooh this lad is just a little guy!!!

- He's a flip (no real lean on either side!)

- His tiny age fluctuates, anywhere between itty-bitty baby to his pre-teens. It all depends on how he's feeling that very moment ;w;

- No matter how tiny he is, this boy loves science or any kind of tinkering! When he's in an older kid headspace, Ambrosius lets Ballister with the things in Bal's "lab".

Or, these child-friendly science kits♡

But, when Ballister is younger, Ambrosius has to keep a very careful eye on the tyke because he will find him trying to "fix" his own arm (by fix I do mean sticking random wires around, thankfully none actually ever get any conducive energy because Ambrosius doesn't know what he'd do if his little Balli got shocked!!) So, Ambrosius has to keep things nearby that Ballister /can/ tinker with (like, remotes)

-Oooh Ambrosius is a very protective Papa!!! Nobody dares harm a hair on his little one's head! He is always nearby Balli, making sure he's safe ♡

- Post-film, when the wall isn't really a thing anymore, Ambrosius totally brings Ballister out to the forest for some relaxing, tiny time away from the stresses of the city ;w; for the most part, it's them all snuggled up under a tree, Ballister taking a nap and Ambrosius running his fingers through his tiny one's hair♡♡♡♡ (Nimona is there too, she's flying around with some birdies, collecting cool sticks xD)

- tiny Ballister still likes boardgames! He insists on no one go easy on him when he's tiny. But uhh,,,impossible because he'll land on Ambrosius' lot and be told he needs to pay 700 gold and Ballister will just look over to him like "🥺🥺🥺 700?? I don't gots that🥺🥺🥺" (he has that, he just can't count that high!) xD

- Ballister gets a lot of phantom limb pain. When he's big, he can handle it, but when tiny, it kinda spooks him! Because his arm hurts, but it's not there?? Ambrosius will hold him on his lap, gently massaging the amputated area, speaking softly to Ballister (Ambrosius feels so much guilt but even more so when Ballister is tiny ;0; he sees those confused, sad eyes looking at him and just hugs him tightly)

- Ballister likes to play with Ambrosius' hair, it's so soft and smells so good/soothing to him ;u;

Aaaa that's all i have for now but absolutely feel free to send your ideas aa!♡♡♡

#agere #age regression #sfw #fandom agere #mailbox #nimona #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin

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ilylovelyz · 2 years

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family oriented.

c/maknae line.

❥main character(s): bangchan lee know changbin hyunjin x afab!reader

❥genre: smut

❥(major) warning(s): incest, step sibling incest, step parent incest, cousin incest, age gap, stalking, yandere themes, mentions of threats and violence, reader is a bimbo in chans, sexism, emotional manipulation, hate sex, rough/violent sex, p in v, breeding, impregnation, dubcon, noncon

❥wordcount: not that long, ig.

bangchan. the best step dad.

how could bangchan best describe his relationship with you to his colleagues?

he loves you very much. obviously.

perhaps.. maybe a little too much?

his colleagues laughed amongst themselves, praising bangchan for his parenting skills as he, in their own words, "has a daughter with a pure heart."

and he can't do anything except agree!

you really are the purest (and naive) person in the whole world!

and it really shows in the way you, clearly without a care (or rather thought) in the world, bend over in that damn skirt of yours, revealing to any leering eyes your pink lace panties.

it infuriates chan.

not because you're an idiot.

but rather because everyone is staring at you with such a look in their eye

don't they understand that you are already taken?

by him, obviously.

he doesn't show it though.

to everyone else, he is just doing his job as a father and protecting his little girl.

so thats what he does.

he tracks and bugs your phone just to check in every now and then (not very frequently in his words as every 2 days is nothing!) to see if any pesky boys are bothering you.

don't you know boys these days are all about sex and getting high?

you don't deserve anything like that.

you need a real man who will take care of you, fulfill your needs.

and who is a better choice than him?

so nobody is really surprised when he glares daggers at anyone who dares to look in your direction, hand on your waist.

he'll be sure to lecture you at home for your improper and risky actions for sure.

"ah-ah! daddy p-please slow down!" you cry out, your body jolting with every sharp thrust.

ass up, the poor pillow under you soaking up your tears and droll and your daddy keeps a steady hand on the back of your head, occasionally tugging on a strand here and there.

thank god that your mother is on a work trip, otherwise she would hear the unmistakable echos of the headboad banging against the wall, the skin on skin contact, and of course your high pitched cries and screams.

you cry out again as he brings his large work-calloused palms down onto your asscheek, which was already red and imprinted with the same palm. that was the what? 27th slap tonight? originally 20 after he bent you over his slap for being so dumb and flashing your panties. your tongue darted out and your eyes widened at the pain because god does it fucking burn, but god does it burn so good.

"now fuck- as i was saying.. you better not b-be fuckin' around with any of those ah- boys again." he rasps, occasionally pausing with every clench of your cunny.

"'m seriously daddy! it was nothin' i swear-" you cry out before he flips you around, the new angle allowing his monster cock's tip to kiss your fertile and aching womb. "you may think that it was nothing, because let's be honest here, you're naive. too dumb 'n pure to be walking around like that y'know? those-those boys only talk to 'ya 'cuz you're cute." he says, and now that you are face-to-face with him, you take in the sight before you.

before you is your step-dad. prefers to be called daddy when it's just the two of you. this man who is nearing his late 40's, is currently ramming his cock into you. his face flushed with some strands framing his mature features. he has the same dark look in his eyes, the same one he tells you to be wary about, his lips curved upwards into a sick grin.

to be honest, it scares you, just a little bit. but at the same time, you can't help but swoon at his compliments and the attention he gives you. like he tells you, nobody will ever treat you the way he will. don't you love your daddy? if you did, then why are you trying to go to places where other boys will be? what are you trying to do? aren't you a whore, aren't cha? he tells you, watching you begin to cry and deny the assumptions, his lips curving downwards into a feigned disappointed scowl.

"you.. really think so, daddy?" you whimper, his eyes darting up to yours, watching your soft features droop with hurt. it hurts him, too. his daughter was too pure for this world. "yes, babygirl. it's the unfortunate truth. b-but don't worry, your d-daddy will treat you the best he fuck- can." he chokes out, his thumb finding your clit.

"no! n-no wait daddy! i c-can't anymore. 'ts too much!" you cry, more tears slipping down your flushed cheeks. you are rudely interrupted by his hand (the same hand that fingered you open in the backseat of his car earlier) gripping your both sides of your face, squishing your cheeks together.

he chuckles at the sight, "you will cum again you fuckin' dummy. i know what's best for you, don't you ever forget that. nobody will make you cum better than your daddy you ungrateful bitch." he grits out, slapping your face a few times before he resumes his assault on your pussy.

yeah, he's the best step-dad. <3

lee know. your rival cousin.

lee know, your cousin.

or rather, your enemy.

for some reason, it was always a competition between the two of you.

he wasn't much older, only being nearly 3 years older than you.

as result, the family members would always compare the two of you.

everything would suddenly turn into a fierce game until either 1. someone got hurt (usually you.) or 2. someone cried (again, usually you.) and 3. someone got too angry and rage-quit (lee know.)

and unfortunately, majority of the time, luck was either not on your side, or lee know cheated (as always) because you always ended up loosing.

you remember countless times when you two would wrestle, he would slap the inside of your thigh, close to your most intimate and sensitive place, or pinch your chest just close enough for it to knock you off balance.

you also remember one time when he wrestled you to the ground, and put you under him. your thighs on the side of his hips as he (according to his testament when questioned by your parent after you cried to them about it) "jokingly" choked you out, watching the way you cried and your face turn red.

it was afterwards did he finally release his hold on you, standing before you as you coughed and wheezed with that stupid grin and a dark glint in his eyes, calling you a "weak" and a "loser" and that you'll always be beneath him.

maybe if you weren't too focused on trying to regain your breath would you see the wet spot on the crotch of his sweatpants.

aside from that, he would never actually call you by your actual name around his friends.

when asked, he would just tell whoever asked that you were a "related whore" or his personal favorite "just a desperate little girl looking for some dick wherever she goes".

eventually you got sick of his antics after on your 18th birthday, he brought over his uninvited annoying friends and girlfriend and purposely talked shit about you in front of them.

it was there did you call him out on his bullshit, and you also made sure to point the embarrassing kinks you discovered after opening his laptop that he would never have told anyone, not even his girlfriend.

thank god that you were too blind and dumb to find his incest folder, though.

shortly after they left and everyone was situated around the annual bonfire did the asshole make it clear that he absolutely hated you.

"you fucking bitch! how dare you embarrass me like that in front of my girlfriend." he spat, reveling in the way tears spilled out of your doe eyes as he yanked your head by your hair up and down his cock.

"tch, got nothin' to say? can't say anything 'cuz you're too busy choking on your cousin's cock, huh? you fucking whore." he laughs, intertwining his fingers with your hair strands, he abruptly pulled you off his cock, not giving you a second to catch your breath before he brought his hand down onto your cheeks before prying your mouth open with his tongue and spitting on it.

"'m gunna tell your dad-" you tried to say before he gripped onto your forearm and slammed you chest first against the cold bathroom wall. "you aren't gonna say anything, you idiot. you're enjoying this, it's obvious." he replied, rolling his eyes out of annoyance when he yanked your lace panties down and saw the dark wet stain covering nearly the entire thing.

he stretched you out for a minute before he decided that was enough, as in his mind, you definitely have at least slept with several men so the stretch shouldn't be too much. you're a cocksucker at heart in his mind.

ignoring your whines and pleas that you apparently didn't want this, he slammed his thick cock into you until he bottomed out before setting a brutal pace.

pulling your head back, he gripped onto your jaw, forcing you to look at him at an awkward angle. "say you-ha- love this, bitch. you know you do," he rasps, roughly pinching your nipple through your dress. "say it!" he yells, shaking your head when he realizes that yes, you are indeed still a little girl who is desperate for any cock when he sees your eyes roll to the back of your head after his tip became best friends with your cervix.

"ngh- no! i don't! 'm not a whore!" you cry out.

god do you hate lee know. he was always so handsome yet always so fucking agitating. he was your cousin. your enemy. and yet, here he is. raping you against the cold bathroom wall on your 18th birthday, about to possibly give you the best orgasm of your life yet.

he abruptly comes to a halt when he cums, filling you the brim with his seed. he then pulled out, ignoring the flutters and whines of your denied orgasm. he leaves you there, trembling with mascara running down your flushed cheeks. at least now you'll be put to real use; being his incubator.

changbin. your doting little step-brother.

you remember the first time you met changbin.

it was after your parents announced their marriage engagement.

you two were much younger then.

he was 16 and you were 17.

there wasn't much of an age gap between the two of you, but there was a maturity and physical gap.

he was much more.. scrawny then, and was much much more shy.

it took awhile for you two to bond.

everytime you tried talking to him, he seemed to become flustered and antsy, almost like he was ashamed or embarrassed of something.

you were never able to put your finger on it.

you just brushed it off as him being antisocial and probably not having a not of female influence in his life.

totally not because you chose to wear the most revealing tops and the shortest pair of shorts anyone could ever imagine.

eventually, he got comfortable with you and the two of you became inseparable!

he would always cling to your arm, cuddle with you, take you everywhere, lend you his clothes, etc.

he never wasted a moment to brag about all of your achievements to his friends and anyone within earshot, about how he has such an amazing and beautiful older sister.

he would even get all protective over you when any boys would come around.

he was such a cute little brother.

your favorite moments between the two of you was when you two would spoon after such a scary movie.

he was so scared he begged to hold you (as it was very relaxing according to him).

how could you reject a cute little brother like him?

he was glad that you were a deep sleeper, otherwise you would've felt the obvious bulge of his cock and the way he would hump your ass like a bitch in heat.

you remember how sad he was when he saw you off to college.

he was on the verge of tears, practically begging you not to leave.

but obviously, you had to.

so he sent you off with a very platonic kiss on the lips. "i, as your little brother, will miss you very much."

fast forward a couple of years, it was your graduation party and you actually hadn't seen him in awhile.

you've seen pictures of him and facetimed him occasionally but nothing would've prepared you for the change that the dude went through.

your baby brother, is now a man.

while he didn't grow much in height, the way his muscles bulged when he crossed his arms made up for it, the tattoos on him making him look like a piece of art.

you guess you looked different too, because the way he looked at you when he made eye contact was surely different as well.

the sound of rushed kissing and lips smacking together echoed off the familiar bedroom walls. it was your bedroom. the same one you and changbin cuddled in those many years ago. only, you two weren't young teens anymore. but rather, adults. two, very, horny adults.

"w-wait-mhf- changbin," you huffed as changbin groped and caressed every single inch of your body. "ch-changbin, this is wrong.." you whined into his mouth as he squeezed your ass with his calloused hands. he swallowed those whines, choosing to simply silence you by shoving his tongue down your throat.

"i've.. wanted this for so-so long." he admits, opening his eyes which was clouded with pure lust and longing, almost as if he was going to break any minute. "god, this is all your fault. it's not my fault my step-sister decided to prance around in such clothing." he continues, trying to justify the current taboo act you both are committing as he grips underneath your thighs and hoists you up with pure strength, roughly slamming you into the wall before turning around and placing you onto your back onto the bed.

"ah! changbin..! i'm your sister-" you cry out when he moved your panties to the side and wasted no time in sliding two of his thick fingers into your cunt.

"i don't care." he replies, enjoying the feeling of his sister's tight cunny clenching around his fingers. he continues fingering you for a while before he seems to have had enough and rushes to undo his belt and shoves his pants and boxers down, releasing his cock. it looked so painful, standing upright with an angry red tip.

"changbin.." you whimpered. he pressed his tip against your soaked hole before pushing in slowly. his cock wasn't that long, but god was it thick. so thick that just the tip alone knocked the breath out of your lungs. "cha-changbin..!" you squealed out. that was all you could say as he hoisted your legs onto his shoulders and began jackhammering into your pussy, jolting your frame under him.

"i want my.. fuckin' older sister to cum. she deserves a reward for workin' so hard." he grunts, his fingers pressing tight circles onto your clit, resulting in you arching your back and your eyes rolling back. "fuck- my sister is so hot-" he grits, picking up more and more speed before the two of you crash into your orgasms like a freight train.

he stills in you, his chest rising and lowering quickly, a bead of sweat rolling down his jaw. your baby brother was a man now. you couldn't believe it. from such a shy and sweet boy to a menace to society, one that everyone wanted to fuck.

"you don't have any plans to do tomorrow right? because your baby brother isn't done spoiling his pretty older sister."

hyunjin. your perfect step-son.

nobody could put into words how perfect your step-son was.

he was the total package for when it comes to children goals you could say.

he was obedient, intelligent, charismatic and most notably handsome.

you remember the first time you met him.

he was 17? maybe?

despite being nearly an adult, you saw the way his doe eyes lit up and excitedly began to follow you around, asking questions about yourself and praising you like some golden retriever.

what else could he say? he adored you! you were the mother he never had.

in his eyes, you were the mother everyone wanted.

smart, caring and beautiful in his eyes.

he always wanted to be around you, often helping you with chores or his favorite activity, giving you a massage because you're such a hard worker!

however, if there is one thing hyunjin hates about you, it's your ability to easily forgive and forget.

you always crawled back to his asshole of a dad, no matter if he called you the worst names anyone could think of or even physically hurt you.

he will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw his father with another woman.

his father doesn't deserve you.

his father doesn't deserve a woman who moved away from her family to join another, a woman who practically worships the ground her husband walks on, sacrificing her privacy for an annoying child as well, only to reserve jackshit in the end.

no, you deserve a man.

a man like hyunjin.

so, when he comes across you crying over his father again, he chooses to show you what you actually deserve.

"there you go mommy.. big stretch.." he whispers, his hands gripping the back of your knees as he puts you into a tight mating press, slowly pressing his thick tip against the opening of the most sacred part of you (aside from your heart, of course.)

"hyunjin.. stop, i'm your mom-ha," you cry, the veins of his cock rubbing against your gummy walls in the most delicious way. just a second ago was he comforting you after your husband cheated on you for the nth time, and now your step-son, your baby boy, has you basically bent in half at his will, kissing the side of your neck as he works his cock slowly into you.

"don't worry about it, mommy. your son will take care of you the way h-he is supposed to." and at that, you jolt as his cock becomes flush with your cervix, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thumb finds your clit.

"such a pretty mommy.." he coos, his mouth hungrily lapping and sucking at your nipple like a baby. your face blushes impossibly harder when he moans after a few drops of milk leak out of your buds. "are you pregnant, mommy? did dad actually do his part of being a man and knock you up real good?" he casually says, looking up at you with jealous eyes, pinching your other nipple harshly.

"n-no-fuck, 'm not pregnant!" you cry when he delivers a particularly angled thrust, his cock brushing against that spot (that your husband can never seem to find). "w-we've talked about it before and tried b-but," "he can't because he's not a real man." he interrupts.

"don't worry though, mommy. you have a real man in front of you right now. i-i'll make s-sure to knock you up r-real good-fuck mommy." he chokes out, his thrusts loosing rhythm as he hysterically moves in and out of your soaking pussy.

he pinches your clit, causing a mind breaking orgasm to wash over you, your vision turning white as you clench painfully around his cock to the point he struggles to continue moving inside of you before he curses and cusses and finally empties his fertile seed in you.

"your son will make you an actual mommy, mommy."

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut

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smashlovesscream · 1 month

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Before The Cameras

A story for the ones who wonder if there was love between Hank and Nancy Loomis. Inspired by Amphetamine by Everclear in their So Much For The Afterglow Album. Please tell me if you want me to make this official and I’ll change the title!!:)

Young Hank walks into a crowded den, music blasting at every corner imaginable and classmates brushing by him every second.

Why is he even here?

He wishes he could just go home but he didn’t want to be a let down to his so called friends, as they trot away from him leaving him to rot in a high school party he wasn’t even welcome to. Nobody liked Hank, he liked that though, he made sure to keep away from the kids his age but someone he’d charmed some of them because as stated before, he somehow made a small circle of friends.

They always go to him when they have to talk because he taught himself how to act like he cares. Constantly saying their name, giving the occasional “Oh, really?” And the little statements to make it seem like he agreed. In reality he does not care, he’s too busy with himself and his future. He takes a sip of water he snatched off the counter as he scans the room filled with drunk teens, fucking ridiculous. He turns around and as soon as he does some girl spills her drink on him. He stops completely, looking down at his sweater and jeans, he huffs aggressively and pats himself down, he glances up at the girl and she’s staring at his sweater. She has curly hair and bright brown eyes, her pained nails cover his mouth.

“Thanks. I really appreciated that.” He said to her silent reaction, she looked into his eyes and busted out laughing. He jerked his head back and his face scrunched up.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry- not very nice of me, huh? C’mon, follow me. I’ll just give you one of my dad’s sweaters.”

“What? What the- no. No, you won’t be doing that.” He snaps at her but she grabs his wrist, tugging him behind her. He wanted to smack her hand off of him but he didn’t, instead he quietly glared holes into the back of her skull. She must of be the host for the party. The girl walks them up some stairs and walks into a huge bedroom, as soon as she let go he stood still. She left him at the door way. Tempted to leave he leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms.

“What size are you?” She opens a door that’s across the master bed and from what Hank can see, it’s filled with clothing.

“Medium. Don’t do this. Seriously, there’s not point, I can just go home.” He looks back down stairs, this was his excuse to go home and listen to anything but this trash.

“Shut up.” The girl snapped at him and he looked back into the room, suddenly she was right up on him, holding a dark blue sweater. “I think this fits you and your gloomy look, what do you think, Loomis?”

“What? Where’s your manners?” Hank pushed the sweater away. “Whoa, wait how do you-“

“We’re in the same math class.” Her brown eyes stared into his, “I sit… sit next to you?” She mumbles. He felt his body freeze up, shit, she looked upset at the fact he didn’t even know who the fuck she was. He sigh and smile, fake and wide.

“Kyes… right?” He said through his teeth.

“You have a ugly smile.” She smiled warmly, genuine and confident which made his drop.

“You have an ugly tone.” Hank snapped at her,

“Here, just take the damn sweater.” The girl shoves the sweater into his chest. “I’ll make sure no one peeks.” She giggled and walks a little past him, watching him step into the bedroom before she closes the door behind him.

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Hank walks out the room and the girl is waiting right there, like she said she would. He stares at her as she obliviously stares at a wall, he sighs and she turns around.

“I was totally right, can you frown more?” And to that little joke he did. She laughed with a little snort at the end, which made him jump and scrunch his face up again. She covered her mouth and looked away, waving her hand at Hank. “Don’t look at me!” She laughs and gives another snort at the end again, Hank starts laughing. Usually it would be at someone but it feels like he’s laughing with her.

“It’s fine. Its cute, Kyes.” He says smugly, crossing his arms again. A little teasing never hurt anyone, it’s been awhile since he’s been approached by a girl who hasn’t scream in his face for being a “dick”. She shakes her head and looks at him once her laughing fit is over.

“Do you even know my name?” She’s breathless. He shakes his head no and looks behind her, pretending to listen and block her out but unfortunately he’s hooked on her voice. He hesitates and looks her in her eyes,

“…Nancy Kyes.” She states.

“Yeah? Cool.” She nods,

“Mhm.” Silence falls on them and Hanks uncomfortably looks away.

“You’re boring.” She says, biting her nail and he stares at a wall, that hurt. No one has said that before. “I like you.” No one has also said that, he snaps his head at Nancy, blinking at her. He’s starting to breathe heavily.

“What?” He squeaks out, god, he must look so pathetic.

“I’ve liked you since the start of the year. You’re so devoted, you’d be so.. amazing as a dad. I think I love you.”

“You- you don’t even know me!” He protests, “Are you crazy? Dumb? WHO the fuck in their right mind likes Hank—fucking—Loomis?”

“You’re lucky, I’m in my left mind! Im so surprised you even came to my party, I mean yeah I did invite your friends here on purpose to hope they’d bring you but..” he started block out everything she was saying, not that he wanted to, his mind was racing. This was a first. He thought it would be a never and he wouldn’t mind being alone forever, shit. Could this be his wife one day? This crazy girl who is just infatuated with him? “…and when I saw you standing there, I.. I had to do something.”

“So you spilt your drink on my sweater so I’d follow you up here and you’d have a chance to talk to me?” He blurts out, he sounds pissed.

“Yeah.” They just stare at each other for a while.

“I like you too.” He said, he didn’t know if he actually did but this could be his only chance. His only chance to actually have a family and continue the Loomis legacy. He awkwardly held his hands out and she smiled and walked up to him, grabbing his face and leaning into him. Her lips on his, he tensed up as Nancy rolled her tongue on his lip but he slowly leaned back into it. His hands close around her waist and he leans into her passionately.

Maybe if he just went home. Maybe if he just smacked her hand. None of it would’ve happened

#scream #scream 1996 #scream movie #scream fic #scream fanfic #Nancy Kyes #Nancy #Nancy loomis #Hank loomis #Hank #loomis #past fic #before scream movie #AHHH #idk

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sylverstorms · 1 year

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Daniela x Maiden ---- Hunted Ch.8 (NSFW)

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

They say if you can master yourself, you can master everything.

You have years of hunting and self-taught combat to aid you in that department. Sharp senses, rapid reactions, great hand-eye coordination to work alongside your sturdy body. All of these traits have preserved your wellbeing on multiple occasions and are undeniably your greatest strengths.

So it is ironic that, in a mere moment, they can also become your greatest weakness.

One minute you are lounging in your bed, reading an old Romanian folklore book that piqued your interest from the main library. You are absorbed in the light stories and drawings there, of wish-granting fairies and trees with wills of their own, so much that your eyes begin to droop.

And then a strong gust of wind comes from outside. Whatever miniscule gap exists in the locking mechanism of your window allows the air to move the flimsy curtain covering it ever-so-slightly. At the same time, the very corner of your eye registers movement. A shadow; a bat, a monster, a trick of the light –it doesn’t matter.

It sets you off like a fire alarm.

Suddenly, you are leaping high into the air, eyes wide, frantic, you are bursting out of your room and you cannot breathe. That’s all it takes. Literally all it takes for you to fall apart; one stray little stimulus caught by your hunter senses and misinterpreted by your mind.

You’d smack straight into the opposite side of the corridor, if it wasn’t for the warm body you crash into, instead. The person unfortunate enough to be tackled into the wall manages to conceal the collision with a soft grunt. Their knees do not hit the ground when yours do. You’d apologize, if only you could find your voice. If your brain wasn’t closing in on you with thoughts of impending doom. If the roof wasn’t coming down to crush you–

“Hey, hey. Seren, take it easy.” A familiar, smoky voice calls your name. Firm digits press at your shoulder.

That… breaks you out of your panic mode a little. At least your body stops shaking. Surely, it’s a start. You suck deep breaths into your lungs, until you can finally look up to confirm who it is. Fine dark hair. Hazel eyes. Attractive jawline. Alexia crouches beside you so you don’t have to crane your neck up to meet her gaze.

“Are you alright? What happened?” she asks and her calmness is infectious.

“I–I almost fell asleep and then… I thought something outside my window moved.” God, you hate how breathless you sound. “I fucking –lost it.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, merely lets you count inhales and exhales while her eyes scan your room. “Can’t be a Samce; they don’t normally fly this low or approach the warmer parts of the castle.” she muses, more to herself than you. “Probably just a bat.”

You nod when your heartbeat stops pounding raw pain across your chest. “Yeah. This a thing that… happens.” Not often, but it does. Not that you could ever get used to this kind of impact.

“Sorry to hear that.” Alexia's lips press together. You take her offered hand to stand on your feet again. “Do you want to join me for a while?”

“Ah… wouldn’t want to keep you up.” you hesitate.

“Don’t worry about that. I think I’ll wait for Cassandra to return from her hunt, anyway.” she shrugs.

The two of you take slow, unhurried steps towards the human staff’s common room. You make sure to keep your voices down, not to disturb any of the other women sleeping as you pass by the locked doors of their chambers. Nobody wants to deal with complaining and death-glares come morning.

At your destination, Alexia pours you both some whiskey, hands you your glass and takes a seat beside you on the couch. Unlike most people, she doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with smalltalk. You appreciate the time she gives you to completely cool down.

“It’s not like you, to freak out like that.” comes the comment, eventually.

��It is, though.” It's a bitter reply, complete by taking a healthy gulp of alcohol that leaves a much-needed burn down your throat. “I’m not fearless like you.”

“I’m… what, now?” A thin eyebrow raises. “I think you’ve got the wrong person there.”

“No.” You shake your head. “The other maids talk of what you did. You were the first ever to escape. As well as the spark that improved living conditions here for the staff.” What guts that takes is beyond your comprehension.

“I improved living conditions for myself.” Alexia corrects. “Rhiannon advocated for the rest, not me. I’m not that selfless or that good.” So she says, but you are inclined to disagree.

“Well, anyway. You’re dating Cassandra.” There. Point made. If that doesn’t scream ‘fearless’, nothing does.

The edge of Alexia’s mouth quirks up. “Not for lack of fear.”

That answer, you were not expecting. It makes you shift your body towards her, the question evident in your expression. “...Really?”

“Of course. Do you know how long it took for my blood not to turn to ice, at that feral look she got in her eyes when hungry?” You never could have imagined she felt the same as you. Cassandra and she always look so comfortable together. “Before I ever spoke to her, she was the Dimitrescu I feared the most.”

“And how did you overcome that?” you animatedly ask.

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” The words come out perfectly even. “Once I realized that, I could set it aside more and more. At first, it was for benefit. Then, it was for love. Until it disappeared entirely.”

Well, that is… enlightening.

“Everyone has phobias and traumas, Seren, whether they are aware of them or not. Trust me, the Dimitrescus are no different than us in that regard.” Indeed, you’re starting to see that. “And maybe that’s the root of the problem. Healthy relationships are hard to build between wounded people.”

Wounded...

“Whatever is haunting you, you should talk about it. In time.” And with that, she finishes her drink. “Rhiannon is best suited to these kinds of things but… you also know where to find me.”

You smile. Raise your glass to that.

–

The daughters return in the ungodly hours of the morning. You hear the exact moment the heavy gates groan open from the top of the staircase, the hushed giggles that follow. Three dark, buzzing blurs make a beeline for the lit fireplace, where their figures solidify.

Cassandra is the first to push back her hood, head turning towards her girlfriend in the same swift motion. The dim firelight brings out the inhuman gold in her eyes that much more, gleaming like a cat’s. Rich blood coats the lower half of her lips and neck, glistens like a morbid jewel on her too-pale skin. Her smile is that of a wolf’s.

Your blood pressure rises from it, but Alexia regards her coolly, almost fondly. She’s prepared for the predator flashing in front of her face, as opposed to you, pushing backwards in pure, unrestrained reflex. But the wolf seems more and more domesticated the longer she stays there, locked in a staring competition with a human.

What surprises you is the fact she’s not looking down on a lesser, weaker species than herself. She sees her equal.

“Don’t you dare–” Alexia begins, but Cassandra has already pressed a bloody glove to her chin and made a point of dragging it down her neck.

“Now you need a bath, too.” A wink. “Don’t worry if it doesn’t come right off. I’ll just have to lick hard–”

“Too much information.” Bela knocks her shoulder into her sister’s on her way up the final step in a way that's no accident.

The low, answering growl would send most people running for the hills. Instead, the blonde ignores it, brings her hand up in a bored little wave as she passes you by. And then… the third shadow joins you, the smears on her lower face as red as her hair.

“Hey. I thought you’d be sleeping at this hour.” Daniela says, the quiet softness of her voice dizzyingly out of place against her bloodied image. “Miss me that much?” Subtly heterochrome eyes crinkle underneath her hood.

“Let’s go with that.” You reply.

“Well, since you’re up…” she drags the word out. “Mind drawing me a bath?” Puppy eyes. You get puppy eyes from the baby wolf of the family.

And of course… you’re not immune to them.

Which is why, five minutes down the line, you find yourself standing in the bathroom connected to her bedchambers, pointedly staring at the door as Daniela undresses –surely, she could do it faster?– and slips into the water behind you. You keep your mind on the decor, your back to her despite how it unnerves you, until the water has drained twice and she assures you you can look.

Slowly, you peek with one eye over your shoulder. True to her word, the steaming bathtub is now filled with salts and bubbles, the metallic scent and hue of blood gone. Daniela is laying back amidst the foam like a princess waiting to be painted, long crimson hair sticking to the marble surface that is almost as pale as her skin.

If you didn’t know what kind of monster she is, seeing her all relaxed here and looking up at you underneath those long lashes of hers, you’d think her a siren. Maybe she is one after all, because you approach, as if under a spell, the moment she motions you closer with a slight tilt of her chin.

No wonder she smells so good, if this is what she bathes in every day. You wave the stray thought as soon as it forms in your head. You also make a point to keep your eyes above her collar.

“I thought you don’t like having others around when you bathe.” you speak up, needing to steer your mind in a less intimate direction. This is the first thing you come up with, one of the first key pieces of information the older maids gave you about her.

“Normally… no.” she admits as if also saying ‘you, I don’t mind’. “But then again I usually keep my head submerged.”

“Oh. I do that, too. The calming effect only works with cold water, though.” You’d know. You have sought out its icy embrace to numb your racing heart, your pain, your fears. Everything.

“Does it.” There’s doubt in her voice. A distant look in her eyes that makes her appear… older, for a moment. The kind that hints she’s tried this for the same reasons you have. Perhaps in a different life.

You grimace. “The isolation part works, at least.” This is a road down loaded subjects you’re taking and it is too early –too draining– for that. You decide to steer your path in a lighter angle; “Anyway. Here I thought it was a modesty thing.”

Daniela’s gaze shifts to yours, turning more mischievous by the millisecond and it feels oddly good that she’s back to being the little shit you know. “Modesty is not a thing~” She pushes herself forward as she says it, chest puffed out, bubbles pulled along rosy, pebbled nipples–

Until your hand shoots out and presses her back down by the shoulder. “I can see that, I believe you!” The water is scorching, but you don’t care. Your face burns more.

Daniela giggles.

–

You wait in her room while she dresses and dries her hair. Busy yourself by looking around, taking in details you missed the first time you were here. Like the blood-red rose preserved in crystalline resin she has at the corner of her desk, the scented candle on the opposite, an array of lipsticks and glosses and other girly things laid out before the vanity that bears her family crest.

The click and soft hiss of the bathroom door make you pivot. It’s a good thing you did not take the rose into your hands to examine like you wanted, because you surely would have dropped it.

When you brought her that black, folded nightgown, you never pictured it would hug her frame so sensually. Or that its design would purposely draw attention to her chest, or that she wouldn’t be bothered to tie it properly around her waist.

The worst part is, none of it seems intentional, this time. Daniela is just lazily running a hand through her long hair, more focused on the pillows stacked at the head of her bed than you. She’s not even trying to be seductive and your stomach has been reduced to bits.

Bad, bad, need to get out of here–

“Seren.” There goes your escape. “Come lay with me for a while?” Sitting up against the pillows with the covers at her middle, she pats the ample space next to her. “The bed is cold.” She’s not lying; her back is rigid, hands pressed to her biceps.

“You know, it’s really late and I do need to sleep…” you try.

“Kniiiiiight…”

“Okay, okay, but only ten minutes!” As if the finger you hold up sets some kind of boundary in stone.

Her bed didn’t seem so intimidatingly large last time. You pull back the covers on your corner as if they’ll bite you, then kick off your shoes and settle –with all the unbreathing fluidity of a log– half-reclining on your side, your temple resting against your fist. Daniela removes her two monster teddies from getting squished between you, sets them on her bedside table with a pat on each of their heads.

And then… you feel her icy hands creep up your elbows. A slow sigh escapes her lips; her eyes flutter shut, head rolling closer to your shoulder.

You’re a heater for eight more minutes, that’s all you’re here for, you remind yourself over and over. But time begins to blur the closer she slides her body. Quarter… then half on top of you.

It’s –almost– fine for as long as she’s cold. It keeps you on your toes, doesn’t allow you to sink into the royal comfort of her bed or into her. Yet… she doesn’t stay cold for long.

Then her fingers roam up your deltoid, curl at your shoulder and her lips turn to find yours. Soft, too soft and plush, more parts lingering than kissing. Your mistake is getting greedy with what you’re given.

You of all people know not to play with fire, but you do not stop your hand from caressing the bare skin of her stomach where her gown has pulled open. Not even when you feel the hitch in her breathing. Instead, you let your tongue take the invitation of her open mouth to tangle with hers. You miss the first alarm bell when she shifts her weight fully on the leg between hers, presses into you a bit harder, effectively pinning you down.

You don’t miss the second, when her mouth trails from the corner of yours to latch onto your pulse and too-sharp teeth graze your skin. Once. Only once. Once is enough to startle you out of your heady dream and into the danger of reality. You push at her, but she doesn’t register the force.

“Daniela!”

The sound of her name makes her snap back, lift herself off of you on her hands and knees. At least she does it immediately, which doesn’t necessarily set you at ease, but…

But you see how her chest is heaving and her arms are straining on either side of your head. She’s reigning her instincts back as promised, expression torn between guilty and painfully turned on. Scared that you’ll push her and run off. Scared you’ll be scared to come close again.

And you should be.

“I–I’m sorry.” she huffs. “I wasn’t going to bite. Just– a little mark?” she explains. “It’s the first time I feel so–” Whatever she was about to say, she doesn’t. Then she whispers, softly, “Please don’t leave me like this.”

The thing is... you don’t want to leave her like this, either.

Your own feelings shock you, yet you want to finish what you started, despite how the idea of that ‘little mark’ causes your chest to tighten.

“Can you be good?” you whisper.

Her eyes darken further in response. She nods.

When you press at her shoulder and roll you both around, she puts up no resistance. And there is a startling appeal to be the one to pin her down like this, for her to allow it. To further reinforce your control, her hand carefully takes yours and guides it to her throat.

She is being good. And she must be rewarded for it. Which is why your fingers slowly trail down her smooth skin, from her chest to her navel, then hooking into the waistband of her lacy underwear. It sticks so mesmerizingly to her legs as you slowly pull it down…

A whimper escapes her lips the moment you touch her there. You swallow the next with your own when you press a bit further into velvet heat, establishing a rhythm between push, pull and the roll of your thumb. Daniela’s hands fly to the pillow beneath her head, gripping hard.

It’s less than two minutes later you feel how tense she is, her gasps and moans no longer muted. “Seren, Seren, I’m–”

You know she is. Her body breaks into a quaking shiver, her back arches and neck cranes. She’s beautiful and if all that is torn for you to witness this sight is a mere pillow, there won’t be enough reasons to stop you from seeking it out again in the future.

You slowly guide her down her high, until the predatory golden glow in her eyes gives way to much gentler yellowish blue. She smiles like you’ve just discovered a new star and named it after her. Then she releases the death grip she has on whatever is left of her pillow and trails her hand down your middle. Asking for permission. For direction, too.

After everything you’ve done, it takes only seconds for you to come apart on her fingers.

And then you get unbearably embarrassed, refusing to lift your head off her ruined pillow. She doesn’t seem bothered either way, sleepily playing with the spiky ends of your hair. Rolling, tugging.

Way to turn a mess into an already bigger mess, you think. It’s kind of like your superpower, at this point. As if this whole situation –your whole situation– wasn’t bad enough before feelings made it to the mix.

You are her first… and you’re about to become her first heartbreak.

Your mind begins to stress and race, until you hear her voice by your ear; “Oh, no. No, no.”

“Um…?” you lift your head cautiously. It will be easier if she regrets this. You brace yourself for it. Your heart. You can take pain and it is for the best, for everyone involved.

But Daniela is not looking at you. She’s looking at her stuffed monstrosities.

“Babiesssss.” she tells them, then carefully slides a hand out of the covers to turn them around, so they’re facing the door. “I’m so sorry, I scarred you for life. Ugh, I’m terrible…”

You squint. Stare.

“Seren.” She pats your nape. “You have to remind me to shield their eyes and ears next time.”

Wait.

Next time…?

#daniela dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x oc #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #re8 #fanfiction #creative writing #SylverStorms #in which Daniela scars her monster babies for life

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Born For Tragedy: Part 16

Series Index

She was tragedy. Nothing except death, fear and pain followed in her wake. When she was young, she was beaten. Now she’s the one doing the beating as an assassin. A mysterious stranger comes to her, paying an absurd amount of money for her to kill Beron Vanserra, and protect the eldest son until the job is done. She stumbles across a story much similar to her own, and knows what must be done.

a/n: is this mostly filler? yes. is it fucking hilarious and adorable at the same time? also yes. did i take away your actual smut? yes, yes i did. and saved it for later >:)

WARNING: discussions of nsfw things.

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When they pulled apart from the kiss, Valda felt dizzy with the feeling of the golden thread in her chest, the burning from her frostbite and the overwhelming emotions that refused to be pushed back.

“Come home with me,” Eris whispered, still holding her close.

“Okay,” she whispered, burying her face into the side of his neck.

“You’re cold,” Eris observed after a moment.

“I was just kept in a little ice prison,” Valda chuckled, pulling back slightly to meet her mate’s eyes. “And I suppose a little ice magic hit me.”

Eris’s eyes went molten with rage and Valda held back the urge to slap him. “I’m fine,” she told him sternly. “Let’s get out of this frigid place.”

“Agreed,” Eris hummed. She felt a whirr of heat come around them briefly before it settled and they were standing in… the High Lord’s chambers. It looked so much different than when she’d come to “clean” it. The bed was new, the curtains were different, even the damned wall seemed to be another shade of orange. All traces of Beron were eradicated.

Eris kept his arm across Valda’s lower back, and scratched at his neck a bit as he looked at her. She felt a little nervousness coming from the bond. Of all things, she didn’t expect Eris Vanserra to be nervous right now.

Valda grinned. “Are you nervous, Eris?”

Eris scoffed, smirking. “Are you?” He countered.

Valda hummed, leaning into Eris slightly. “A little. The last time I was in a relationship, it kinda ended up with a lot of people dying.”

Eris hummed. “Tell me about him. Was there anything you liked that he did?”

“Her,” Valda corrected. “I like both males and females.”

Eris smiled a little. “Tell me about her then. Come sit on the bed while we warm up.”

Valda followed Eris as he led her over to the bed gently. She undid her boots, leaving behind the daggers within them as well. As she laid down, Eris joined her on the other side, wrapping an arm over her shoulders.

“Are you sure you want to know?” Valda asked. “I thought you would be more… territorial.”

Her mate looked over at her, a soft look in his eyes. “I want to know how to love you, Valda. I want to know what makes you love someone. I want to court you properly without some huge looming thing over us. Fear, an assassination… whatever it is.”

Valda felt her heart swell at those words. This was Eris without his barriers. This was the Eris that nobody saw, or a very select few. This was the Eris she saw when she was revealed to be the Shadow. This was the Eris who had been scarred and beaten and still was here asking how to love her.

This was also her without her barriers. The last time she’d let down any part of herself must’ve been… well, obviously, with Eris after the ball, and then before that, probably Friar.

“Tell me,” Eris urged. “Unless you want to do something different.” There was a little suggestive edge to his voice.

Valda scoffed, slapping him lightly on his arm. “Horny High Lord.”

“I am not-”

“Yes you are,” Valda snickered. “You keep glancing down at my chest. And before that. Didn’t you try and kiss me on Calanmai? I know magic doesn’t create desire, Eris. It does, however, amplify it.”

Eris growled under his breath. “You’ve boxed me in now. Am I supposed to deny the fact you are the most attractive female I’ve ever met?”

Valda rolled her eyes. “Well that’s a lie.”

“No, it isn’t,” Eris protested, turning and using his arm that wasn’t wrapped around her already to grab her chin gently and force Valda to meet his eyes. “You are stunning. You are irresistible. You remember what I said before the ball?”

After a shake of her head, he continued. “You’re so goddamn strong. In every way. You’ve learned to be strong on your own and while it might’ve hurt you in some ways, I find that so utterly beautiful. I trust you with everything within me.”

Valda pursed her lips, glancing away from Eris’s bright, amber eyes shining with the flame that lived within him. She closed her eyes, huffing a breath. “You know, you are the first person to ever tell me that particular fact,” Valda admitted. “Friar liked my muscles, of course, but even she didn’t appreciate that side of me and my life. She always wanted me to quit.”

Eris huffed. “Well, I can’t exactly let you keep being an assassin. I’d be breaking a dozen laws doing that, but I’ll let you do something else to use that skill you have. That strength.”

Valda smiled, leaning forward and pressing their lips together again briefly.

Eris smiled, not deepening the kiss at all. Valda smiled at that. It seemed like he was waiting for her to tell him to do it, and she appreciated that greatly.

“So, tell me about this Friar character. I already dislike her for never telling you she liked your strength, but I suppose she can make up for her lack of sense.”

Valda laughed, leaning back against the pillows as she recalled a few memories of her last lover. “Friar was a more petite and delicate female than me. She owned a bakery in the Winter Court, where she and I fell in love. I pursued her mostly for her beauty, but soon found her quick wit to my liking.”

Eris smirked. “Oh, you like my wit?”

Valda scoffed, grinning as she playfully slapped his chest. “Don’t interrupt to flirt, High Lord. It’s bad form.”

Eris grinned easily and motioned for her to continue.

“Friar and I hooked up a few times before we finally established a relationship. I still lived on my own, for obvious reasons, and made sure to keep her safe. Eventually, after a year though, she asked why I still lived across the town and not in the apartment with her.”

“Was this after you killed your little assassin leaders?” Eris asked.

Valda nodded. “About 3 years after, actually. I was making sure that the assassin's guild would never be reborn. So, she asked me to live with her, basically. I couldn’t conjure a reason quick enough to deny her, despite her knowing a little about my profession. To say the least, she dragged me back to her apartment and told me I’m living with her now. And well, how could I deny such a pretty female?”

“She did something, didn’t she?” Eris cut in again, grinning maniacally. “What’d she do? I bet it was sexual.”

Valda blushed slightly. “It was,” she replied quietly.

Eris lifted a cocky brow. “Do tell,” he urged with a smirk.

Valda groaned. “I hate you. She took over as the dominant partner for that night. Apparently, when you edge someone long enough, they lose all contact with reality.”

Eris roared with laughter. The sound awoke something in her. Joy. The sound of Eris laughing his ass off was beautiful.

“Oh stop it,” Valda growled. “She went on for hours! I couldn’t even try to get the control back-”

“She tied you up?” Eris gasped, as he breathed heavily from his laughing fit.

Valda’s face soured.

Eris roared with laughter once again, slapping his knee.

“Why is this so funny to you?” Valda asked, not liking being laughed at.

Eris breathed raggedly for a few moments before turning back to Valda to reply. “Well, you’re acting like it’s such a tragedy that she took control.”

Valda huffed, crossing her arms. “It was.”

“Oh, darling, was it really?” Eris teased in a flirting tone.

“Stop it,” Valda growled. “I don’t give up my control that easily. Friar tricked me. I was too dumb to see it because she kept using her tits to distract me.”

Eris couldn’t even try to contain his laughter as he leaned into her, wheezing.

Valda rolled her eyes at her mate’s hysteria. “I bet it’d work on you,” she said. “I bet it’d work on most anyone. A female’s tits right there? Who would ever notice the well placed ropes?”

Eris grinned as he calmed down. “Oh, it’d work on me no doubt.”

“I bet they call it female hypnosis or something,” Valda joked.

“Female hypnosis?!” Eris burst out, looking so utterly joyful at the moment. It was refreshing to see him so free. Around her nonetheless.

Valda got up onto her knees, and turned to face Eris, moving her chest in obvious circles. “Ooo… female hypnosis… ooo. I’m so scary!”

Eris grinned, rolling his eyes as he leaned forward, placing his chin on the area between her breasts. Valda paused, looking down at him. She blinked, licking her lips a little as he smirked.

“The trap works,” Eris murmured, pressing his forehead into her collarbone. “Too well I’m afraid. You’ve caught me.”

Valda rolled her eyes, sitting down on her heels to escape him. “Naughty High Lord,” she chastised.

Eris hummed, pulling back to meet her eyes. “Did I ever tell you that you have the most exquisite blue eyes of all?”

Valda blushed slightly, smiling. “No, I don’t think so.”

“Well you do,” Eris said, scooting forward.

“You’re full of compliments right now, aren’t you?” Valda observed.

Eris grinned. “Well, I am quite happy. I’ve discovered my mate and she’s quite the beauty, nevermind the fact she makes me shake in my boots at times.”

Valda scoffed, but couldn’t help the happy grin that fell over her face. “Do I?” She asked. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”

Eris chuckled. “Oh, is it because you like to dominate your partners in bed, darling?”

Valda blushed at the return of the suggestive talk, groaning. “Gods, stop it with the flirting.”

“I will never stop,” Eris replied, looking proud of himself.

Valda groaned, falling onto the bed to the side and wincing as she landed on a dagger sheathe. “Gods, remind me to take off my weapons,” She groaned, sitting back up to unbuckle the sheathe from her waist, and then undid a couple more for good measure. At least the ones that would be uncomfortable.

Eris chuckled. “How much steel do you actually have on you right now?”

Valda hummed, thinking for a moment. “Quite a lot, actually. I mean, I had my weapon’s bag with me.”

“That’s fair. But really, take it off. You’re safe here,” Eris insisted.

Valda hummed, but sighed. “Alright, fine.”

She began going for more hidden weapons, the ones hidden behind the buckles of her armor and then hummed. “Well, that’s most of them,” Valda said, looking at the pile on the bed. “My boots still have some in them.”

“What do you mean by most of them?” Eris questioned. “How the hell do you have so much on you?”

Valda chuckled. “Practice, dear. Practice.”

Eris scoffed. “Where’s the rest?”

Valda hummed, glancing down at her own chest. “You were about 3 inches from about 3 of them a moment ago.”

Eris followed her gaze and chuckled. “What else did I suspect? Here, how about this: I grab you a sweater and some more sweatpants and you can finally get actually comfortable.”

Valda rolled her eyes. “Deal,” she agreed.

Eris immediately stood from the bed to go rifling through his dresser. At first, he pulled out a red and orange sweater with a maple leaf pattern and then a pair of sweatpants.

“These might not fit as well as the last ones,” Eris explained, walking back over to the bed. “They aren’t some old ones I still had for some reason.”

Valda chuckled. “It’ll be fine. That’s why there’s drawstrings.”

Eris grinned, handing over the clothes. “I’ll be in the bathroom,” he said, walking toward the wall.

Valda lifted a brow. “What?” She asked.

Eris turned. “Well, I’m not going to make you get up when I’m already up, am I?”

She hummed. That did make sense, but she’d still expected Eris to sit back on the bed and wait for her to change in the other room.

“Just tell me when you’re done,” Eris said as he closed the door.

Valda glanced at the sweater before sighing. She unbuckled her leathers and took off the clothes she wore under them until she was just in her undergarments. It was… odd being in a space that smelled so strongly of a male and fully trusting him enough to take off all her weapons in front of him.

She removed the little knives from within her bra and the ones strapped to her inner thigh before placing them with the others and pulling on the sweatpants. They were long, first off. She felt almost drowned in them, but drew them up as high as they’d go on her waist, tightening the drawstrings and mildly inspecting the minor frostbite from earlier. Seeing nothing concerning, she began pulling on the sweater and paused with it halfway on.

The smell. Oh… Eris’s scent. She almost let out a whine from the utter comfort it brought her. It smelled like she’d finally, properly come home. It felt so right being surrounded by his scent.

“You can come back,” Valda called, moving the weapons on the bed to the floor beside her boots.

Eris came back in, grinning at the sight of her. “You look like you’re drowning,” he chuckled.

“I am,” Valda complained. “Your sweatpants are too long.”

Eris glanced at her shoulder and she followed his gaze, seeing nothing. “What?” She asked.

Suddenly, he shimmered for a moment in a brief firelight and then pulled at his own neckline. The smallest bits of a lashing scar revealed itself.

She understood then and sighed. “Okay,” she said quietly, vulnerable. She let the glamor on her fall away and looked back up at Eris.

He grinned and got back on the bed, patting the space beside him. “I know you’re tired,” he said. “So come rest. You can use the pillow, my arm or chest-”

She climbed on the bed, crawling toward him. His eyes fell down lower than her chin and she scoffed, sitting up more immediately. “You just can’t control yourself, huh Eris?”

Eris licked his lips and swallowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll teach you control,” she promised and came up beside him to lay on her side. She laid her head onto his chest, wanting to smell more of his scent– the scent of a cold night’s rainstorm mixed with a mix of spices and just a hint of burning. It was perfect.

Eris rested an arm around her. “How exactly will you do that?” He asked incredulously.

Valda chuckled. “You aren’t wrong, Eris, that I like to take control in the bedroom. I love training my lovers, though. You seem like the brattiest brat out there.”

Eris gasped. “How dare you assume such a thing?” He asked in a mock hurt tone. “I am not a brat. If anyone is, it’s you.”

“Mmm…” Valda hummed. “We’ll see.”

Eris chuckled. “Rest, we can talk more later when you’ve gotten some sleep.”

“You’re tired too, aren’t you?” Valda asked, yawning a little as she settled herself against Eris.

“A little,” he admitted. “I was a bit stressed out when you left. And then had to deal with those black-dressed assailants from earlier.”

“Who were they?” Valda asked curiously.

“Soldiers, from my own army,” Eris admitted. “Pissed me off, that one. But they’re getting fairly and properly punished for going against me.”

“Dumbasses,” Valda chuckled. “Don’t go against a new High Lord. They’re more powerful than the last one.”

Eris made a noise in agreement.

For a while after that, there was just silence. But it wasn’t the awkward kind of silence. It was the silence of companions that were relaxing at last. It was the silence that made someone sleepy with content.

“Hey Eris?” Valda asked suddenly.

“Hm?”

“When I stay, what am I going to do here? I don’t think your court is going to be very happy with the assassin who killed them being their High Lord’s mate. Makes it look...”

“Ah,” Eris hummed. “That is true, but there are always ways around that. I know there is. As for what you’ll do… you can do whatever you want. If you want some official position, I’d give it to you in a heartbeat. I know how capable you are. You could probably be High La-” He cut off suddenly.

Valda chuckled, snuggling closer. “High Lady?” She guessed. Eris didn’t reply. “I don’t particularly think that’d be a good idea. Maybe eventually, but I didn’t do anything great like Feyre did.”

“I want you as my equal,” Eris admitted.

“Maybe one day, when things have settled over,” Valda said. “But now would make this court fall apart. Which, by the way, the lower class loves you and the upper class is literally wanting your death right now. I think you need to fix a couple things before we try and introduce the assassin that killed their old High Lord into the equation.”

“That’s fair,” Eris admitted. “But you’re not going to work as a servant or my spy. You’re going to live here, with me.”

“I could always go under an alias-”

“No,” Eris said firmly. “I won’t make you go under an alias for any reason. This is your home.”

Valda hummed, taking a deep breath of his scent. “Okay. But I think my name has to remain a secret for a while yet. Until we figure things out with the nobles. Some sort of treat for dealing with all the changes with taxes and such.”

“Maybe some people can know,” Eris thought aloud. “I’m certain my brothers will be able to recognize you. They’re quite intelligent, despite what people think.”

“This is really complicated,” Valda groaned.

“It’ll be alright,” Eris soothed. “People can accept some things that I’d never thought they would. Bear it, as long as there is something benefiting them.”

“I’ll help you any way I can. I can glare at your council until they accept whatever law you’re trying to pass.”

Eris chuckled. “Alright, my mate. Whatever you wish.”

“I like the sound of that,” Valda hummed. “We’ll figure this out.”

“Together,” Eris promised.

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