#on the other . muffled weeping from me stuffing my face in a pillow

[transsweet]

what an enjoyable and heartwarming musical nerds chapter with only really one scene that made me sad ! i sure hope the ending isn't completely soul crushing and leaves me dying on the side of the road !

#ignore my emotional ranting . this is proof it was a very very good chapter and i enjoyed it so much rain #for reference . yes it's the fight scene that was the one scene . #it's 5 am i have two quizzes tomorrow . i will not be able to focus because of this #oh my god . oh my god . #the fucking . the fucking ending . #what if i cried really hard right now . what if i cried #i know i say this every chapter but i am being so honest . i am so honest right now i am so worried for next chapter . #FANNY YOU FUCK DONT READ THIS IF YOU HAVENT FINISHED YET #I WILL CRY SO HARD THEYRE GETTING SPLIT UP AGAIN WHATCIF I CRIED SO HARD #on one hand . i really want to see what actually happens and how sweet will handle the weeks they're gone . #on the other . muffled weeping from me stuffing my face in a pillow #i'll say it again the emotional response is proof this was a really good chapter i liked it a ton thank you rain :] #also . it's like 5 am . if some of this stuff sounded weird or came off wrong i'm . very tired so i apologize

[ask-narratordoe]

Starlet's Aside

Chapter 3: Rehearsal [Word Count: 1013]

The door to Star’s room creaked gently as she heaved it open. Peeking her head out, the noise was louder out here, for sure, but still decently muffled. At least from out here, Star could recognize the sound: her sister was crying. Again. Oftentimes, it wouldn’t be hard to guess why. She either lost or broke one of her toys, hurt herself while playing with her magic, or someone said something mildly rude to her within the past hour. Those would be fine reasons to cry... if she was four. But guessing from her own age, Doe had to be about eight or nine in this scenario. Might as well get this over with.

The pegasus left her room and nudged her sister’s door wide open. Yep. Crying. And her room was, to put it lightly, an absolute disaster. Blankets and pillows were thrown across the floor, with books scattered all around her. Various stuffed animals and toys were strewn around the place. And there the young filly sat, in front of her bookshelf, clutching a firefly plush tight to her chest and whimpering.

“What is it this time?” The question nearly sent the unicorn flying, from the looks of it. Her fur stood on its end for a brief moment in shock, but Star’s did for a different reason. As the younger Doe jumped and turned to look at her, that familiarity felt off. She looked and acted fine, but something was inherently wrong with her. Star froze.

“Star..?” Doe mumbled. She furiously rubbed at her face, wiping away some of the tears still stuck in her eyes. “My- my-” she blubbered, eyes trained on her sister’s as she stepped inside. Star groaned, “Your what?”

“My book!” Doe cried, hiccups interrupting her speech, “The- the book Dad was reading to me! Princess Sunlight’s Crusade, I can’t find it!!”

“Oh for goodness sake, Doe.” Now Star remembered this night. Doe couldn’t find the book that Dad was reading to her over the past week, and she threw a fit over it. If Star actually traveled back in time, it would be an awful idea to change anything. Just act the part perfectly. No pressure! She’s done it before, she can do it again.

Her act begins. “It’s just a book. Get over yourself.” Star stood tall over her crumpled up sister, weeping and wailing over a children’s novel.

“You don’t understand,” the foal retorted, “We HAVE to read that one!”

“No, you don’t! It’s not that big of a deal, you have loads of other books. Here-” Star paused, looking around for the replacement she’d mentioned the first time this happened. Darting her eyes down, Star spotted the correct novel and pointed a hoof at it. “Look, you’ve got Queen Sunshine’s Quest for the Moonlight Sword. It’s the same series.” Her suggestion was only met with more sobs.

“B-But- But that’s the SEQUEL! We have to read them in order or it’s not right!” Doe whined. Star did NOT miss this.

The little unicorn continued to wail, hugging a stuffed firefly close to her chest and curling in on herself. Small vines began forming around her, pushing around various books, blankets, and toys. Star remembered this part, and she remembered it very well. Stick to the script.

On cue, Star yelled in frustration, “Oh my GOD, the story isn’t even that good!” She was a vile child. Responding to the commotion, a younger version of their mother Penn enters the scene. Clearly annoyed, she grumbled, “Girls, what is going on up here? It’s practically bedtime.” As her previous self had, Star replied, “Ugh. Doe’s being difficult, Ma.”

“What do YOU know, stupid?!” Doe hissed back, “My story ISN’T dumb! You’re the dumb one! Just get out! Get out, get out, get out!!” The vines burst up higher, punching and pushing Star and their mother towards the door. Both pegasi winced in pain. Their mother lashed back, “That’s enough! You are completely out of control!”

With perfect-or horrible-timing, their father Cedric appeared behind the door, waving the missing book in the air. Excitedly, he exclaimed, “Who wants to read a story-!? Woah!” He took a second to survey the scene: exactly as wild as before, now with added vines everywhere. “Uh, hon? What happened here?”

All eyes snapped towards the bundle of vines in the center of the room, now softly falling to the ground. The venomous look from her mother only caused Doe to shrink further into herself. She heaved. “I was looking for our book, but it’s missing,” Doe mumbled. Her father waved the novel in the air, “You mean... this book?” She slowly nodded.

Cedric pushed past his wife and eldest daughter, guiding the book into Doe’s hooves. “I thought I would grab it early, so we would be ready for tonight,” he sighs.

“... oh.” Doe’s ears flatten, her eyes glued to the messy floor.

“Star,” Penn ordered, “Go to your room. Your father and I need to discuss a proper punishment.” As they both walk out, her mother mumbles to Cedric, “Let’s slow down on the magic lessons, hm?”

Her sister slumped to the floor, defeated. Star knew what came next. She stuffed down her guilt, because it has to be the same, Star, no matter how much she wants to keep quiet. She turned right around, gathering the venom and bile of a twelve year old diva.

“What a pest.”

Her door slammed shut.

And everything went black.

Star awoke on her bedroom floor once again. Her door was ajar, the crying was sounding from Doe’s room... was Star reset? That stupid magic dice put her right back where she started! Taking in her surroundings, she noticed her side room’s door was still open, and the light was left on this time. Star turned and spotted the TV, but it remained off. That’s new. 

Slowly approaching the TV, Star reached up and turned it back on in a curious daze. Rather than her program, dark snow filled the screen. White letters glowed before her on the monitor:

“TRY AGAIN”

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Event held by @theblindfoldedprince.

#thesixsides #vantasdicegame #starlet's aside #ask narrator doe #doe amberwood #star amberwood #writing #theblindfoldedprince #event

[pleasantanathema]

Porco Galliard | Mercy

Pairing: Porco Galliard x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Bondage with a belt, Panties stuffed into Porco’s mouth, A little bit of degradation, Some power play dynamics, Established Relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: Part of my Nine Muses Event to celebrate 9k! Follow the link to read more fanfics I’m writing to celebrate. This is quite inspired by late night thirsting with @lady-lunaaa, who somehow loves Pock more than me 🧡 

          Porco Galliard looked so pretty with your panties stuffed in his mouth.

           He was always so whiny, so vocal, so willing to wake up anyone and everyone with the way he begged whenever you decided to play with him. You just wanted to hear what those little pleas sounded like when muffled by your slick-stained panties—they were just as darling, especially when groaned so heartily that drool spilled over flush cheeks.

          And those thick arms of his looked delicious tied above his head with his own belt. His muscles were bulging, biceps flexing as you took your time teasing his weeping cock. Thick fingers were turning white against the leather.

          This wasn’t your end game, no, you were just winding him up, coiling him tighter and tighter until you decided to release him and see what kind of wrath you would face.

          You didn’t often get to be in control of him like this, so you were going to revel in it, going to drown in the power of being able to make him thrash against his binds. It took a lot of effort to tie him up. You’d wrestled with him over it, naked limbs weaving together like rope as you struggled to overpower him.

          Those were the terms he set, having agreed to allowing you to tie him up, only if you were able to force him into it. And you did, once you wrapped your thighs around his perfect jaw.

          Who knew your pussy would be such a marvelous weapon of distraction. Porco had been groaning your name into your cunt when you secured the buckle around his wrists.

          Sliding your panties past plump lips had been a treat. You watched his arched brows furrow, normally perfect hair already starting to spill on his forehead as his tongue pooled with the bittersweet tang of your slick.

          “Don’t act like you don’t like it, baby. Besides you were the one making me wet by teasing me under the table.”

          You were tracing your finger up the ridge of his hard cock, watching him twitch and leak just from a few moments of playful taunting. He’d never been good at self control, his fault only made more evident as a muffled cry left his throat when your thumb circled the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over hot, silken skin. You could feel the blood pouring down to his groin, thickening him up and making his veins pump harder under your touch.

          Your tongue swirled over his nipple, grunts vibrating in his thick chest against your mouth. Your name was in his mouth, soaking into the fabric as he probably begged you to hurry up, to sink your cunt onto his cock so the ache he felt would go away.

          You were careful to keep your pussy away from his cock, even as you sat back on his thighs, you hovered over him, heat just out of reach.

          “God you look so pretty like this,” your point was emphasized as you ran your palms over the arms above his head, feeling his muscles flex. He was always pretty, but now he looked so open, so vulnerable, pink with blush and glistening with sweat.

          The sparse, downy hair on his chest prickled when your hands moved over his pectorals, pinching at his nipples as you slid down his body. Those muffled whines get louder as you lick at his cock, short kitten licks that just leave spit to cool against his skin. Then you peppered his perfect balls with kisses, even going so far as to pop one between your lips before moving away again.

          Amber eyes were practically melting with rage, his cheeks puffing as he spit your panties from between his lips.

          “Untie me. Right now.”

          He was giving you a chance—he could easily move his arms from the pillow if he wanted. But if you freed him, he’d show some kindness. But you didn’t want mercy.

          “Or what, Pock?”

          For once, he didn’t vocalize what he wanted to do to you. No whispers of I’m going to fuck you until you scream, I’ll make you beg for me to let you cum, none of the little threats he’d made in your ear at dinner. No, he was just going to show you.

          Canine teeth ripped at leather and metal as he sat up, muscular thigh pressing up against your pussy as he freed himself. He was quick to pull you below him, man handling you until you were face down in his pillows, the belt he’d torn off being wrapped around your wrists.

          “You’re fucking clever, I’ll give you that. You know I can’t resist that pretty pussy against my mouth.”

          He pulled your hips up, keeping one hand against your back as the other pressed his swollen head against your folds. All you could smell was him on the sheets, all you could feel was his cock slapping against your clit to tease you.

          “Fuck, you’re dripping. Little powertrip really got you off, hm?”

          There was no chance to respond, your breath knocked out of your lungs when he shoved his cock into your cunt. He always felt so fucking good, so fat and full that it made your pussy flutter just to be stuffed with him.

          Porco tangled his fist around your bound wrists, tugging until your shoulders burned and you had to arch your back to meet his strength. His hips were already relentless, his earlier teasing having him chasing that release as quickly as he could. Your body bounced against his, backs of your thighs burning from the sting of his own slapping against yours.

          “I’ll show you what real power is, baby.”

          He laughed as you just babbled out nonsense, brain struggling to keep up with the overload of pleasure building in your belly and racing over your nervous system. A slap to your ass had you crying, tears bubbling over your cheeks from the white-hot mixture of pleasure and pain from his strong hand. He repeated the action a few times, stopping only when he felt your cunt clench around him and cause his focus to fade.

          “Such a good little slut,” he panted out his praise, using the muscles in his arm and shoulder to pull you back farther, grip tightening around the belt on your wrists, “such a tight pussy, god you look so good wrapped around my cock.”

          You were ready to burst, the sounds of his cock thrusting into your wet pussy, the feel of him using you, the hot burn of him spreading you apart, all of it was too much. You were drowning in the ecstasy, floating in the haze of Porco’s fury. You knew he was capable of more, that he didn’t want to hurt you, just bring you into that delicious stupor of pleasure and pain that would have you coming undone.

          “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, g-gonna fill you up,” he moaned, a sweaty hand gripping your hip so mean that you knew it to be true.

          “P-Porco, please, let me—”

          “Oh no, no, no, you don’t get to cum.”

          He dropped you into the mattress as he came, hot cum spurting into your pussy. He always had such fat loads, always made you a fucking mess whenever he fucked you. You could feel his cock still pulsing, over, and over, and over again, strings of seed spilling into your hole for far too long. It dripped down your thighs nice and slow, enough to tease.

          You only milked him more as your pussy sucked him in, looking for your own release. Porco whispered your name a few times in reverence, hand smoothing down your back and hooking around your binds again.

          “Don’t tease me again,” he warned, “next time you tie me up, you better fuck me.”

#porco smut #porco x reader #Porco Galliard x reader #porco galliard #snk porco #aot porco #aot #snk #aot fanfic #porco fanfic #snk fanfic #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction

[nillabeam]

KINKTOBER TWO: praise kink 

synopsis: reader with a degradation kink but an even bigger praise kink

warnings: smut! 18+!! degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, language, unprotected sex, squirting??? characters aged up, some fluff sprinkled in lmao

characters: tsukishima kei

a/n: basically i wanted to write some sort of soft tsukki and idk i’m just real into this jerk rn so i hope you enjoy it!! also this is my first time writing for haikyuu and im a little nervouse to post this!! but please ignore any grammar or spelling errors and thank you for reading!!! <3333

he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been feeling lately. he loathed not being able to understand his own feelings. but lately every time he saw your adorable little smiling face looking up at him his chest would tighten and he would get the most uncomfortable fluttering feeling in his stomach. he fucking hated it. 

so naturally he took it out on you in the bedroom. 

tsukishima always had a pretty sharp tongue but it was nothing compared to what he said to you when he had your face pressed down into the pillows, a hand on your back, the other tangled in your hair. 

it never hurt your feelings though, and he discovered pretty early on that you liked it. hell he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it. the way his harsh words had you dripping for him and cumming on his cock so easily, so willingly, it drove him fucking insane. not that he was ready to admit something like that to you so easily. 

on this particular night he was more pent up than usual, it didn’t take long for him to get you out of your clothes and into bed with him. he was kissing you with more energy than he usually did, every time you parted for air he was pressing his lips on yours. it was suffocating. it didn’t help that he had two of his long fingers pressed inside your cunt, expertly stroking your walls, just enough to get you teetering on the edge of your release only to deny it. 

“tsukki, please, you’re being so mean today,” you say between hushed moans, he replies by pulling his fingers away from your soaked core, he rolls his eyes when you whine. “don’t pout you stupid brat,” his reply sends a bolt of electricity through your body, and he watches as your cunt clenches desperately around nothing. “such a greedy little cunt,” he muses, dipping his fingers back into your wetness. “you’re making a fucking mess with this sloppy little pussy.” 

he can see it, the coil deep inside you winding up, ready to snap. he indulges you, his thumb moving to rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. your hips move independently as they buck against his slender fingers, desperately chasing your release. it doesn't take long before your cumming on his fingers, your dripping cunt drenching him down to his wrist. 

“greedy little slut, always thinking of herself,” he presses his thumb against your lips, prying them open, he slides his messy fingers into your mouth. “clean them for me, it’s the least you can do for making such a fucking mess.” 

you do as he asks, easily taking in his long digits and sucking them clean. his lips twist into a disapproving smirk, “you like licking your cum off my fingers? hm?” he presses his fingers further down your throat when you don’t answer, eliciting a gag, “so fucking disgusting,” his words and his actions contradict as he removes his soaked digits and replaces them with his mouth, he stiffles a moan at the taste of your cum on his tongue.

tsukishima didn’t use his size advantage very often but today was one of those rare occasions where he felt riled up enough to do so. he easily flipped you onto your stomach, positioning you just the way he liked, face down ass up. he lines himself up with your entrance, lazily dragging the head of his hard cock against your slick.

“kei just put it in already..” you groan and he shoves your face into the pillow to quiet you. he chuckles at your muffled whining. “such a needy little cumslut,” he fans out his fingers against the back of your skull, the sensation makes you shiver, he gathers a handful of your hair and yanks your head back enough so he can whisper into your ear.

“maybe if you ask nicely i’ll give you what you want.”

his words have you squirming beneath him. he had been torturing you for hours now, needless to say you were frustrated, overstimulated, and overwhelmed by the need to be filled by his cock.

“i want it kei, please give it to me,” he slides his thumb over his leaking tip, collecting the weeping precum to coat his throbing cock in it.

“i want to hear you say it,” his tone is still calm, condescending, but he’s unraveling quickly at the sight of you, bent over, cunt soaked and dripping for him.

“please kei, your cock, i want it, i’ve been good.” you beg quietly, almost shamefully. he takes a moment to admire how cute you are like this, pathetically begging for him. you really were so good to him. he’s suddenly determined to show you just how much he appreciates you. he releases his grip on your hair, his hands instead finding purchase on your hips.

finally, he slides into your sopping cunt, you can’t help the moans that slip past your lips. he begins to thrust into you, you’re so desperate for him that he barely has to move. you’re sinking back onto his cock, meeting each of his shallow thrusts, desperate to be full of him.

he tightens his grip on your hips, large hands leaving bruises against your tender skin, he can’t stop the feeling bubbling up in his chest, he’s so overwhelmed by how good you are, how well you treat him, how fucking amazing your tight little cunt feels. “you think you’ve been good?,” he snaps his hips into you, throwing off your rhythm in favor of his own. you yelp when he sets his own brutal pace.

“such a good little slut for me aren’t you?” he breathes between quiet moans. “so eager for me, so desperate,” he continues and he notes how hard you’re gripping the sheets now. “such a good girl.”

a low moan that falls from your lips is different than he’s used to, and they way your walls are clentching around him makes it hard to focus. did you like this? being praised? of course he was going to find out.

“you like when i call you that, hm?” his tone is low, but softer than you’ve ever heard it. “my good girl,” his words, to both of your surprise, are enough to have you cumming around his cock. your head tossed back, body trembling, eyes rolling into your head, whimpering incoherent nonsense. and the way you were clentching around him almost sent him over the edge.

he’d never made you cum like that before.

“fuck,” he steadies himself, and something in him ignites, a smirk finds his features. he was right.

he barely gives you a second to catch your breath before he has you on your back. he spreads your thighs apart, watching as your cunt spasms around nothing, your expression completely fucked out and dazed. you look absolutely perfect. the mere sight of you has him licking his lips.

“one more,” he groans, you try and string together a reply but you don’t get the chance to speak, all that comes out is a whine as he slides his cock back into you.

“you like it when i praise you? tell you how good you are to me?” the way your eyes roll back gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the way you were responding to his voice had him pistoning into you harder than normal. “you cum on my cock so well, you did so good,” he moves to grip your thighs, squeezing them as he ruts into you.

he can’t decide which view he likes more, his cock stuffing your tight little cunt or the slutty expression you were wearing. “i want you to cum like that again,” his fingers move to rub messy circles against your clit. you cringe at the overstimulation, another orgasm quickly building, “k-kei i can’t!” you yelp but he doesn’t bend, he’s too determined, dead set on making you cum again.

“you can, good girl,” he groans, “i’m so proud of you, fuck, you feel so good-“ he is lost in it now, he’s close, he’s so close. “you’re fucking perfect, god, i love you,” his confession is enough to push you over the edge, though he wasn’t expecting you to cum so hard. you were a mess, cum flowing freely from your cunt, drentching tsukki and the sheets, mouth open, a silent moan stuck on your tongue, body tense and shaking.

“s-shit-” his own orgasm hits him hard, harder than he was expecting it to, a slew of curses and moans pour out of him, his thick cum coats your insides. to be honest he’s a little embarrassed at his lack of subtlety but he’d never admit it.

he collapses in the space on the bed beside you. both taking a moment to catch your breath before you muster up the courage to speak. “did you mean it?” your voice is soft, small even, he barely hears you. “what?” he asks, back to his former self. “you said you loved me.” you turn your head to face him, he takes a moment to admire how sleepy and soft you look.

and that’s when it hits him. it hits him like a goddamn train. he loves you. he fucking loves you. he rolls his eyes, trying his best to seem unbothered. “i only said that so you’d cum,” he replies, his tone a little annoyed, but he’s hoping you won’t notice how his cheeks have warmed up at his realization. “you shouldn’t say things like that if you don’t mean them,” you reply, draping an arm lazily around his waist, a small smirk gracing your lips.

“you only get a few minutes, then we have to clean up the mess you made,” he says, hoping his deflection wasn’t too obvious. he shifts a bit so you can rest your head on his chest, which you do so happily. his slender fingers run softly through your hair, each stroke making it harder to stay awake.

he takes in the sight of you, you’re drifting off to sleep, perfectly serene, an angel unbothered by his unending teasing and mean spirited nature. god, he really did love you. and he had a feeling despite his earlier denial, you knew it too.

#hq smut #hq imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #tsukki smut #tsukki imagines #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima smut #nillabeamwrites #haikyu!! smut #haikyu!! imagine

[sweetestlamb]

You’ve Got a Friend in Me

Summary: You deserve to be my brother. 

Author’s Note: I won’t go on a rant here many of you have already done so and much more eloquently than I can, Han Seo deserved to live and I think it would have been so much more original and refreshing if they didn’t kill the victimized character who was finally getting a second lease on life with his new family. If any of you read BMTL you know that I have a weak spot for abused characters and when they are treated this way I can’t stand for it. So join me here in this alternate reality where puppy does not die and instead he gets the love and rebirth that he deserves. 

Everything is white hot pain, and he wonders if this is what death feels like and if so why must this suffering follow him even into death? When will he finally be free from agony if not now? There are a flurry of sounds surrounding him but nothing decipherable until he hears, “Clear!” a voice shouts in the distance but he doesn’t know who that is, where exactly would someone like him go after death? Surely he hasn’t atoned enough for his sin of compliance to be granted a passage to pearly gates or a gracious omnipresent presence, there is only one place for someone like him. Hell. 

It doesn’t scare him, not with the life that he has lived. His hell started a long time ago, with a father that couldn’t be bothered with him no matter how many bruises and cuts littered his prepubescent body. Those very marks put there by the one person he desperately wanted to please, his hyung. That has been hell, a long enduring and never-ending hell and almost demonically poetic that was the cause of his very demise. The bullet through his ribs was nothing compared to every day of his life, up until he met Vincenzo and saw what living was supposed to be like. He had never truly lived before and the very moment he had started that had been snatched from his bloody hands. 

Fuck it all. He was ready to go. 

But regardless of his acceptance the pain sears on and he can see the ghastly face of Vincenzo peering down at him, eyes red rimmed and those words that he had longed to hear since he was born into his world and realized that there was someone whom he was supposed to call brother. 

You deserve to be my brother. 

“We’re losing him! Let’s do it again, clear!” 

Electricity floods his body and its nothing like anything he has ever felt before and he can feel his consciousness fading away, his thoughts drifting away until there is nothing left behind, just silence and regrets. 

Beep...Beep....Beep....Beep.... 

The constant sound jars him from his slumber and once again pain resurges in his body winding him before he can even bring himself to peel his heavy eyelids open, that battle almost enough to defeat him but he can feel a presence beside him and an unexplainable desperation forces him to see who it is. It feels like his very life depends on it. 

Little by little, he starts to peer his eyes open feeling the strain as he tenses and squirms under the pressure and finally they are open and his vision swirls unfocused and dizzy, staring at a painfully white ceiling and one single yellow tinted light. His brain supplies his location, the hospital. And then it takes a longer moment to realize the implications of his whereabouts, but after a moment’s pause he gasps feeling the dryness of his tongue and the cracks on his lips. Everything hurts, every fiber of his being is in insufferable agony but he almost weeps because that only means he’s alive. Somehow he had survived. 

With the minor strength he has he turns his head towards the figure next to him and his breath comes out in a shocked huff when he sees the dark figure in the chair, they had said their final goodbyes already and he had accepted that the only true brother that he’d had was taken from him, punishment for being born in this family. Yet, Vincenzo sits there sleeping looking pained even in his slumber a grimace across his face and his brows furrowed in distress. immediately he thinks about Ms. Hong, the blood staining her shirt and her body crumpling to the ground as she took a bullet for the man she loved. If Vincenzo was here with him looking like that did that mean she was...? 

No. It couldn’t be. His brother had already taken away Vincenzo’s mother he couldn’t have stolen the woman he loved too. That was simply too cruel a fate for the man. But why else would the man be here? This thought drives him to move, only able to move his hand but it’s enough to knock the consigliere from his peace less rest, he wakes as if he was not sleeping in the first place eyes immediately blinking open and hyper focused. He vaguely wonders if that is a survival skill of all members of the Mafia? 

They stare wordlessly at each other and before he can say a word Vincenzo is reaching across the small space and embracing him, his arms are ever gentle as they pull him in and his head is stuffed into the other man’s neck. He lays frozen unprepared for the sudden show of affection and still not used to hands on his body without the purpose of harming him but then his brain swirls to life and he pushes past the pain to reach up and clutch at the smooth material of Vincenzo’s suit jacket. At the first press of his fingers the other man grips him tighter, almost crushing him into his chest and it hurts, puts too much pressure on his wound but he won’t say anything doesn’t dare. This is the first time someone has hurt him because they cared about him. He wants to hold on to this precious moment forever. 

“I’m so happy you’re okay. You lost so much blood and I really thought--” 

“How’s Miss Hong? She is....Is that why you’re here? Please don’t tell me he really did it...Did he really kill her?” 

He starts shaking at the notion, tears pooling in his eyes imagining the woman’s dead cold body. 

It should have been me instead. 

As carefully he held him Vincenzo releases him, those large gentle hands warm and soothing on his trembling shoulders. 

“She’s fine. She’s in the room next to you. It’s all thanks to you, I can never thank you enough.”

Relief washes over him like a wave, he’s too weak to do anything but fall back into the plush bed beneath him. 

She was okay. Thank goodness. 

“What are you doing here? You should be with her. Go now, I’m not as important.” He means every word, he has never been anyone’s priority, no that’s for others he is nothing more than a nuisance and a punching bag. 

“What are you saying? Do you remember what I said to you before you fainted?

He does. How could he forget? But that was merely something said in the heat of the moment. Or so he had thought but that thought was enough for him to welcome the hands of death. 

“I see you remember. You are important to me. You’re my brother Han Seo-ah.” 

He can’t fight the smile that tentatively crawls across his face, “You meant it? it wasn’t just because I was dying?” He asks sheepishly and he squeaks in pain when a finger flicks his across the nose, looking up affronted but giddy with the possibilities. 

“I wouldn’t lie to someone on their death bed, I have principles you know.” Vincenzo huffs at him, striding across the room to pour a glass of water and he watches the liquid earnestly. When the older man pushes the tempting beverage in his direction he desperately wants to grab it but he finds that he can’t his body refusing to move. 

“Can you help me drink it?” He watches the older man stare back at him, an eyebrow raised as he looks at him and peers back helplessly, “Please Hyung,” and surprisingly enough that’s all it takes for the Vincenzo to carefully cup his head and tilt the glass on his mouth, allowing the glorious nectar to soothe his parched throat. A dribble leaks out of the side of his mouth and he’s further floored when the other man wipes it away with a napkin, guiding him back against his pillows. 

He tries to school his face into something less pathethic and pitiful but he knows that he’s not doing a great job, he can’t help it there has never been anyone like this for him. Never anyone who cared about him as Han Seo, not a pawn or someone to use or abuse, it’d enough to make everything he has gone through worth while. 

He can’t contain his joy watching his brother tug up his sheet and tell him to get some rest, he’s never fallen asleep so easily and without a care in the world. He has nothing to fear, now that he has Vincenzo. 

He gets more visitors. 

People from the plaza that used to look at him with distrustful eyes, now they bring him food and one time when he needs to use the bathroom the lady from the pawnshop singlehandedly lifts him and carries him to the toilet, his cheeks hurt from blushing and he makes everyone in the room promise to never mention it again. 

They mention it at least four times a visit. 

Sometimes even re-enacting it for the people who weren’t there on the day. 

Ms. Hong laughs the loudly, ignoring Vincenzo’s helicoptering and warnings of her opening her wound, none of it stops her and he watches with soft eyes as the woman easily rests her head on his shoulder when she starts to feel lightheaded. 

They are so sickening obvious sometimes. 

He gets used to the company so days later when he finds himself alone, his insecurities rear their ugly heads. Telling him that they’ve forgotten him and they were only being kind because of Vincenzo and Ms. Hong, they didn’t really care about him or like him and those thoughts muffle his awareness preventing him from hearing the door slide open or the almost unperceivable footsteps that follow. 

“You look better than I expected.” 

He freezes at the voice, staring at his fingers because he’s not yet ready to face her. 

He tried not to notice that she never came with the others, but that was futile and the hole in his chest stretched wider and wider each time they would show up and her glowing figure was missing. 

“Did you hurt your mouth?” 

He smarts at the comment, hurt by her seemingly dismissive attitude to him laying in a hospital bed. 

“Like you care. You never visited before.” 

Instantly he regrets the comment, she owes him nothing. They are nothing after all, barely even acquaintances. This crush is unrequited and he has no right taking out his frustrations on her, he was being too greedy. 

He opens his mouth to apologize. 

“I....... don’t like hospitals. They feel too much like the end.” 

He stills at her chilling words, mouth slightly gaped. 

Was she worried about him? Enough so that seeing him in a hospital bed was too jarring? 

That couldn’t be it. 

Could it? 

“I’m sorry I didn’t come earlier. I always asked about you.” 

A frown is etched into her pretty face and he can’t stand it so much that he blurts out, “ The pawn shop lady carried me to the bathroom once! I have never been so embarrassed, why is she so strong?!” 

She stares at him blankly before a beatific smile dances across her pale pink lips, and he hears her laughter for the first time. 

It is melodic, like keys ringing on a piano and the sound is captivating enough to fill his entire room and he wishes he could bottle it up and listen to it whenever he wanted to. 

She stays. 

Longer than he expected and he tries not to smile too large but it’s hard when she’s shooting him that contagious smile. They watch game shows on a laptop that she pulls out of thin air and he laughs nervously as she explains how she once hacked and ruined the life of a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer when she was a waitress at a bar. 

She’s scary, like most people at the plaza but he’s dangerously attracted to her like a fly to a light. 

He doesn’t recall falling asleep but he mumbles contentedly when he feels her tuck the blanket tighter around his body, soft deft fingers running across his fringe before he succumbs to the pull of unconsciousness. 

“Good night puppy.” 

He doesn’t mean to overhear, wasn’t trying to eavesdrop at all but he saw the light on in Miss Hong’s room and immediately the worst came to mind. 

Han Seok is here to finish the job. 

So he races to the door, ready to defend her by any means even if that means putting his life at risk, again. His hand is on the door knob twisting and silently he pushes the door open, stepping in before realizing there is no danger. 

At least not to them, he can’t say the same for the victims of his brother. 

Vincenzo looks tired, achingly so. 

He feels a pang in his own chest watching the sunken face of the other man as he watches Miss Hong, her eyelashes fluttering wildly in her sleep. He makes to exit the room but the low rumble of Vincenzo’s voice halts him in his track, he has never heard the other man sound so forlorn. 

“This is all my fault. You would have been safe if you never met me.” 

He blinks, taken back at the heartbreaking confession. 

Did Vincenzo truly believe that? That they would have been safer without him? It’s the biggest lie he’s ever heard and he has to bite his tongue to stop himself from responding to the fallacy. 

“You deserve better than me. I am a scum and you....you’re different Cha-young ah.” 

He has never heard the older man call her that before. 

“I should just disappear out of your life, that’s the best gift I could give to you. Leaving you alone and letting you live your life.” 

No. He wants to scream listening to this and he realizes that these words remind him of someone, someone who has had all these thoughts before. 

I am useless. Nobody wants me. It would be better if I disappeared. 

Vincenzo sounds like all of his darkest thoughts, said aloud. He has to grip the door to stop himself from running over to the man and pulling him into a tight hug. He can feel his pain all the way across the room. 

“That would be best for you. But I can’t,” his voice cracks, “Every time I think about leaving you, it hurts. It hurts Cha-young. I want to stay with you. I want to be the one who makes you smile,” He watches his brother gently pick up her limp hand, sandwiching it between both of his. It’s such a tender moment, he should leave. 

“Everyone I loves dies, that’s my fate. My punishment. I had accepted that...before you and Han Seo and my...mom. Now I’m greedy and I don’t want to lose anyone. I don’t want to lose you, please...stay with me.” Vincenzo crumples at the side of the bed, his ungelled hair blocking his eyes now as he lays his head on Ms. Hong’s hand pleading with her and finally he pulls the door open and steps back into the hallway, he doesn’t realize he’s crying until he slips back into his bed. 

When the knock sounds at his door, he calls out with no idea of who could be visiting him, a certain pretty pianist flashes in his mind but he pushes that desire to the back of his mind. 

He sits up at the sight of Ms. Hong shakily entering his room, Vincenzo’s disapproving face flashing in his mind. 

“Ms. Hong you shouldn’t be moving around, hyung would be upset if he saw you.” 

She stares at him with wide eyes and he stares back placidly before realizing what he just said. He slaps a hand over his mouth, remorseful and ashamed. He has never called Vincenzo that in front of anyone else, too embarrassed to see the question on their face and terrified that the other man would deny him in front of others. Maybe Vincenzo wanted to keep this as a secret? Why would he want a needy idiot like him following him around and embarrassing him? His cheeks burn and he brings his gaze to the floor. 

“Don’t. Whatever you’re thinking stop. He calls you his brother too, you are brothers now. Don’t doubt that Vincenzo always keeps his word.” 

He feels naked beneath her stare, shocked at how easily she can see through him. Was he really that obvious? 

“I wanted to talk to you.” 

He gulps nervously, watching at the older women wobbles across the room before gracelessly falling into the chair beside his bed, he reaches out to help her smiling back when she grins at him, he tries not to blush when she pats his cheek in gratitude, the movement all too motherly. 

“What did I do wrong?” He replies, and there is deafening silence before she answers, “You poor thing. Life must have been so hard before, you must have struggled so much.” 

He is completely and utterly unprepared for the words and he cannot stop the tears that well up and collapse at her genuine concern. 

“It's okay. You have us now and we’ll never let him hurt you again.” 

He cries, harder than he ever has before. Longer than he has ever allowed himself to cry, he cries for his youth, for his innocence, for the young Han Seo who just wanted to be loved. His body shakes from the tremors of his sorrow, liquid pain streaming down his face. 

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t deserve any of it. You did well, you did so well. I am so proud of you.” 

When she runs a tentative hand across his brow, he chokes on his tears sinking deeper into the bed. 

“I wanted you to know that you are my family too. You saved us both and I can never thank you enough, I would be honored if you considered me a sister too.” 

He lays in disbelief, unable to fathom how he has gained a brother and a sister in such a short expanse of time. There are no words, he nods quickly. Letting his tears continue to fall. 

She lets him cry, a serene smile on her face as he shakes apart in front of her. Softly whispering, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” Over and over again, tattooing it into his skin.

Words he has never heard before. 

Words he has longed for all his life. 

Time ticks by and before he knows it, it is nearing midnight. They had simply sat together in solace for hours. 

“You should go get some rest,” he states quietly and for once she doesn’t argue nodding in agreement before squeezing his hand and standing up, only a little wobbly this time. 

“You too. Sleep well Han Seo-ah.” He nods, watching her retreating form as she nears the door and impulsively he calls out, “Noona!” and it feels strange on his tongue, even newer than hyung but his heart warms at the brilliant smile she sends his way, turning back at his outcry, “Hmm?” she replies tilting her head curiously at him. 

“You know don’t you?” 

She stares, head tilting further and he knows she knows exactly what he means. 

“You weren’t sleeping. You heard everything.” 

She doesn’t bother looking surprised, he’s grateful for the lack of charades. 

“You know how he feels. You feel the same. Why won’t you confront him?” 

She stares at the ceiling before locking eyes with him again, “He’s been hurt before, he had a brother once before you know. He tried to kill him.” 

He didn’t know. it’s too familiar. It's the last thing he wished they had in common. 

“He doesn’t let people in because it’s too scary when they leave. You two aren’t so different, he just does a better job of hiding it.” 

He has no comment, there are so many different layers to Vincenzo and he doubts he will never truly understand the enigmatic man. 

“So this is enough for you? You don’t want more?” 

He thinks of Miri and all the baggage that he’s carrying, he has no right to place that on her. It’s better if he stops this thing before it starts right? He has no idea what he can give to another person, is he even capable of love? 

“Yes. This is enough. He is enough, every moment with him is enough.” 

The wind stutters from his lungs, this is the second time he has heard a confession meant for another. 

“What about me? Do you think I can be enough for someone too? Could I someday find someone who cares for me like you care for hyung?” He doesn’t know what has come over him but he waits anxiously for her response, every atom of his body shivering in anticipation. 

“Silly boy,” his heart drops, “You already have someone like that. She comes to see you everyday even though she’s terrified of hospitals.”

“Wha--what?” He stutters out feeling all the blood race to his face, she only smiles broadly in reply mimicking fingers dancing across a piano before sauntering out of his room with a loud chuckle. 

This isn’t over yet. Han Seok is still at large and more people could get hurt but he has never felt safer in his life. He has a family now, one that he fought for with more passion that he thought he had and he has no plans of letting that go, for anyone. 

#vincenzo #jang han seo #vincenzo cassano #hong cha young #fix it #this is now my canon #I rebuke everything else #Miseo the crack ship I accidentally jumped on #this is where I live now #not edited yet so just ignore any typos for now

[hallefuckingluyah]

Female reader

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"Wandssssss... give it backkkkk" i whined she had been messing with me all morning.

"Please" I pouted, that was her weakness. She stared at me for a couple seconds before giving in and gave me my blanket back.

"That's not fair, you know id give it to you when you do that face" she complained, I just stuck my tongue out at her and snuggled into the blanket.

You see it was that time of the month where my uterus was bleeding uncontrollably, I was uncomfortable and in pain and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. Some might think that's a bit dramatic but unless you're a female you have no right on any opinion about expressing period pains. End off.

Anyway today it was a winters day it was closing up to Christmas and We originally had the plan to go ice skating with the team. It was 10:35am and we were suppose to be leaving at 1:45pm so I had more then enough time to do absolutely nothing until about 10 minutes before we leave. But due to the immense amount of pain I was in, I really just didn't want to go or leave my bed at all.

"Baby... can we stay at home and watch movies all day and cuddle instead... please"

I gave her my puppy dog eyes so that it might help with the convincing.

"It's tempting but no, baby you love ice skating and this is the last time this year we all as a team will be able to go out somewhere together, I'll go get you some ibuprofen okay and they will start working before we go"

I just let out a small whine, I knew she was right I just didn't want to move from this spot for the next 4-5 days.

"Come on honey let's get showered and dressed and then we can go and have some brunch before we leave okay?"

My answer was muffled due to my head being stuffed into the pillow but after my attempt at moving she got her answer.

After we showered we both got dressed, Wanda was wearing a brown turtle neck top and wore a pair of blueish jeans. She had her hair down but it was curly and she wore a beanie over the top of it. She had long boots on that made her look taller then she was and she wore a scarf to top it all off. She looked very pretty. I was wearing a white sweatshirt and black jeans and wore a fluffy coat that covered my ass and went down to the back of my knees and a pair of beige coloured shoes. My hair was down and wavy like Wandas and I wore a matching beanie to go over the top, like she did. All in all I think we looked like a very hot couple.

Once we were back home, we all decided to watch a movie together, A few of us wanted to watch home alone and others wanted to watch Elf, and after some debate we ended up watching both.I had fallen asleep during the second movie but was awoken by the loud noises coming from the tv, it startled me and upset me as I just wanted my sleep so when I started weeping Wanda quickly realised and carried me up to our room, she changed me out of my clothes and into something more comfortable and helped me into bed. She changed herself and kissed my forehead before leaving the room mumbling saying she will be back shortly, i had slowly started to drift to sleep but before I could she came back with a hot water bottle and some tablets. She is so amazing. I started crying, I don't even know why.

"Awww honey it's okay" she whispered to me whilst getting into bed.

"I'm sorry I don't even know why I am crying, I just love you and your so good to me and I just" she cut me off before I could continue my rambling and said

"I love you too darling, I'd do anything for you. Try get some sleep okay. Wake me if you need me"

She wiped away my tears and brought me into a tight hug before placing the hot water bottle on my stomach. It didn't take me long before I was passed out snuggled into my girlfriends warmth.

I love her so much.

#wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #wanda marvel #marvel mcu #fanfic #wanda fluff

[someoneirrelevant2u]

Zutara slow burn: Highschool AU (Excerpt Part 1)

(Warning for child abuse.)

Azula saw Zuko coming down the stairs. She smirked. She was never one to back down from an opportunity to make her brother feel awful about himself. It was too easy. He already hated himself and she loved pouring salt onto the wounds. Azula knew that Mai had a crush on her brother and decided to use the girl time as a chance to hurt him more.

Azula giggled in false excitement. “Let’s talk about boys!” she exclaimed. “Who has a crush on who? Mai, who do you like?”

“Well,” Mai started, looking around them cautiously. Zuko had passed into the kitchen but she knew that he would be able to hear them. When Mai saw that the coast was clear, she continued. “I have always had a crush on your brother Zuko.”

Azula gasped, feigning surprise. Ty Lee had sat up at her confession. “How could you possibly like my brother?” she said, filling her voice with her usual disgust when she referenced him.

“Yeah,” Ty Lee giggled in agreement. “He’s got that gross scar on his face.”

Azula smirked at Ty Lee’s predictable, unfiltered, shallow ways. She heard a cupboard slam shut as Mai continued, unaware of Zuko’s lingering presence. “I don’t care that he has that. I still think he is cute! Besides, it’s what on the inside that matters.”

Azula knew her brother was still caught in the kitchen forced to listen. “What’s on the inside, huh?” she laughed. “My Mom would disagree I think. After all, it was after Zuko got his scar that she left. It’s why my Father hates him so much. He blames him for making her leave, and quite frankly, so do I.”

Mai gaped at her in shock. “That is so mean Azula!”

Ty Lee decided to stay silent and pick at her hair. “I don’t think so. It’s just the truth,” Azula stated simply. ”It’s not our fault he is such a shame to our family.”

“Let’s just talk about something else,” Mai shot back, pulling her bag towards her. “Who wants to watch a movie? I brought a bunch of chick flicks.”

Ty Lee perked up excitedly. “Let me see what you have!”

Azula smiled sweetly. “I’ll go get us all something to drink,” she offered innocently, looking forward to seeing Zuko destroyed. She stood and found her way to the kitchen where sure enough, her brother was sitting in the corner with his legs pulled up to his chest and his face buried in his knees. His hands were clenched into his hair and his shoulders were shaking, as if he were crying.

She grinned at the sight. She pretended not to see him, grabbing a few fruity coolers from the fridge and going back out to her “friends”.

They were just settling into the movie when Zuko passed back through the living room, looking upset. The other girl’s didn’t notice him, but she stood up and followed him outside to the back porch.

She walked out just in time to see her brother throw one of the porch chairs off into the back yard. It clattered loudly and he sat down with a huff, twisting his hands into his hair painfully.

Azula smirked at the sight. She had caused this. It was so easy and fun, though she feigned sorrow as she sat down beside him. “What’s the matter Zuzu” she asked.

“Go away Azula,” Zuko snapped back, his voice muffled.

“Dad’s not going to be happy that you broke a porch chair,” Azula noted innocently, though she knew exactly what this revelation meant to her brother. Her father would probably beat him for it. He tensed but said nothing. 

She had grown immune to her brother being hit by her Dad a long time ago. Azula remembered it appalling her mother when she would laugh at Zuko’s bruised and weeping frame. Her mom had thought she was a psychopath, and while that had hurt, she wasn’t wrong. She knew she didn’t really care for anyone or anything. It was all about her to her, and she was okay with that. Besides, her father, the billionaire CEO of the most successful company in the world, adored her.

“What’s wrong, big brother?” she prodded, knowing very well the pain she had caused but wanted to see him crumble again for her,

He scoffed. “Like you care.”

“Is it so hard to believe that I care about you Zuko?” He rolled his eyes at her. “Someone has got to. If not me, then who? Definitely not Father, and well, I know you don’t have any friends at school.” Zuko huffed irritably. “So are you going to tell me what’s wrong or not?”

“Fine,” he snapped. “I overheard what you were saying to Mai and Ty Lee. And I heard what Ty Lee said about my scar.”

“Eavesdropping is rude, you know,” Azula accused. She knew it was ridiculous, but it was just too much fun. “Father won’t be happy to hear about it. I can’t even have friends over without you creeping!”

“I wasn’t eavesdropping!” Zuko exclaimed, his face beating red. She stifled her smile at how upset he was getting. “And I wasn’t creeping!”

“Whatever,” she shot back, dismissing his desperation. “You can’t be mad at what you overhear when you aren’t supposed to be listening.”

“You just make everything worse Azula!” her brother snarled.

“Well you’re the one stupid enough to get emotional over what 3 teenage girl’s are talking about, even if it is the truth. Just accept that you’re useless and no one wants you.”

“Go away, Azula,” he yelled suddenly, standing fast and storming back inside.

“Just trying to help you, Zuzu!” she called after him. He slammed the door.

Smirking, she stood and followed her brother into the house.

She couldn’t wait until father got home.

When Dad got home, it was hell. I hadn’t bothered to pick up the lawn chair in the back and when he confronted me about it, it was mysteriously in worse shape than it had been when I had actually thrown it. I deducted it was probably Azula who roughed it up to get me into more trouble. She had even thrown it into the pool for theatrics. 

“What happened?” my Father snarled, dragging me across the backyard by my arm with bruising force. 

 

“I don’t know! I swear! I didn’t throw it in the pool!”

“Azula said that you did. Are you calling your sister a liar?” His harsh grip rose to my hair and he shook me hard.

“No!” I cried. 

“Then what happened?” he snarled.

“I overheard what Azula and her friends were saying, and I got angry and threw the chair across the yard. That’s it, I swear!”  My Father let me go, and my body cringed against my will. My heart didn’t want me to come across as a coward, but my head reacted on instinct. “I’m sorry!”

“You should be! After all I do for you, this is what you do to repay me? You lose your temper like a child, throw my belongings across the yard and then accuse your beautiful, precious sister of being a liar?” I stayed silent. My Father hadn’t heard a word of what I had just said. ‘Your disrespect is too far this time,” he snarled, catching me by my hair again and smacking me across the face hard. I saw stars. “How dare you purposely listen in on your sister and her friends?” He struck me again, shaking me by my hair. It hurt. I didn’t matter how many times he did this, it never hurt any less. “I want you gone. Go inside and pack your things. Then get out.”

He threw me by my hair into the pool with a heavy splash. When I came up from the water, I saw him storming back into the house.

Father was kicking me out. He was kicking me out…

Where was I supposed to go?

I panicked, climbing out and running after him. “Father, wait!” I cried, dripping water all over the marble floor of the mansion. “Wait, Father! Please!”

He stopped, rounding on me. I flinched despite myself. Azula was there, watching with hungry, gleaming eyes and I instantly felt even more pathetic. “Please, don’t kick me out! I have no where else to go!”

Azula’s eyes widened in surprise before falling into a pleased smirk. 

My Father smacked me again, sending me to the floor. “I don’t care. You have 10 minutes before I throw you out myself!”

My heart fell to my stomach. What was I supposed to do? I looked up at Azula with pleading eyes. Father would listen to her if she said something! She just had to say something!

Azula just continued to watch me, a dripping mess on the floor with a bruising face and tears building in my eyes. “Sorry Zuzu, I told you to just accept that no one wants you. That’s what you get for not listening to me.” She turned to leave, but stopped to throw one last smirk over her shoulder. “Better get packing.”

It took me a minute to get over the shock that this was really happening. I stood, still soaked and dripping water behind me and headed to my room. I packed all my school work into my bookbag, threw some clothes and shoes into a duffle bag alongside my phone and headphones. I stuffed a few blankets and pillows in there as well. I closed my bedroom door behind me ruefully, heading downstairs. Neither Azula nor my father were there to spit on me one last time before I left. It almost made me feel worse that they didn’t care enough to even do that. I began my trek down our overly large driveway, tears in my eyes. What was I going to do?

I made it off my family’s property and started my journey past all the other rich houses. An hour later I found myself in town, wandering aimlessly. I didn’t have any friends I could ask to stay with for a night. I didn’t have any money…

That’s when it hit me. My Uncle Iroh lived in town! He was an old man, crazy by the way my Dad spoke of him. I had only seen him a few times as a child. I remembered his son, my cousin, Lu Ten had died. Uncle was retired military. His son had followed in his footsteps and died during his first deployment. Uncle was supposed to inherit the family business, but his loss changed him. He refused to take his place as CEO and opened a small tea shop in town instead. My grandfather had disowned him, as did the rest of my family and the corporate world. I had forgotten the man had existed until now. I doubted very much he would want to see me, but I had to try.

It was 1 am by the time I made it to the Jasmine Dragon.  I felt really bad ringing the doorbell to his closed tea shop. I only waited a few moments, my nerves getting the best of me, before turning around ready to run away. When the door opened, and I whirled around in surprise.

My Uncle Iroh looked at me with confused eyes, taking in my appearance. I felt ashamed. That’s when I realized he probably didn’t recognize me. “Uh, hi...Uncle Iroh.” His eyes fixated on the left side of my face where my scar was. “I’m Zuko. I know you probably don’t remember me but I-”

“Come in,” said the old man, stepping back and motioning to pass the threshold.

I nodded, drooping my head in shame and stepped into the small shop. The Jasmine Dragon had little booths and tables scattered throughout the small space. There were pictures of Uncle and his son hung on a few walls, along with others of what I recognized to be legendary spirits. Cinnamon and honey scented the building. It felt like home.

Home...which I had just lost…

Right. I needed to address that. I turned back to the older man who was still watching me with curiosity. “Uncle, I-”

“You’re all wet, Zuko,” he interrupted me. His words took my own away. I looked into his eyes, that were now filled with concern. I only nodded, shocked at what I was seeing. I wasn’t expecting to see kindness there, only irritation and anger at being woke by an estranged relative at this hour. “Please, go change and then take a seat. I will go make us some tea.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied, setting down my bags and picking out a clean pair of jeans and tee shirt. I did as he asked and changed before sitting down in a booth near the register. Uncle came out a few moments later with two cups and a steaming pot of tea. 

He sat down across from me and poured us both a cup of the steaming brew. “Thank you,” I told him as sincerely as I could manage. I was feeling a little nerve wrecked and embarrassed about my situation, which he hadn’t even acknowledged yet. It wasn’t until I went to pull my cup closer that I realized I had handprints bruised around my wrists and upper arms, and I had completely forgotten about my face. I withdrew my body and hung my head to hide the marks, but I knew he had seen them.

“So tell me nephew,” Uncle Iroh started, sipping his tea and ignoring how uncomfortable I felt. I appreciated that he did not acknowledge it. “What brings you to my door at this hour?”

I swallowed thickly. “I needed somewhere to go and I know we don’t really know each other, but I need help. I don’t have anywhere to go and I will work for you and earn every bit of my keep, but I need help, Uncle, please…” It all came out too rushed and pathetic. I felt his gaze on me, but I couldn’t raise my own to meet his. 

“Of course I will help you,” his Uncle replied gently. “I have a spare bedroom upstairs. Let’s go get you settled in.”

My head whipped up, my eyes wide with shock. I wasn't expecting that. “Thank you,” I breathed, tears welling up in my eyes. “Thank you, Uncle.…” 

I hugged him impulsively. I gasped in horror at what I had done,withdrawing quickly in fear I may have overstepped a boundary and that he would send me away for it. Instead the old man just drew me close into a hug again. “Of course, Zuko.”

I picked up my things and followed him upstairs. It was a small apartment, quaint. It was sparsely furnished and decorated lightly. My Uncle was not a man of possessions, which I instantly appreciated. The lavish furnishings of my father’s and his friend’s homes had always made me uncomfortable. It was always just too much, or maybe it wasn’t and I just felt uncomfortable because I was never welcome.

Uncle showed me to my room. It was simple. It had a rug on the floor, a small nightstand with a lamp on it, and a twin sized bed. I set my things down on the floor. “Welcome home, Zuko,” the old man told me, smiling warmly. “I sleep right across the hall. Let me know if you need anything.” He reached out to touch me, but when I flinched he withdrew. I thought he was going to get mad, but all he said was “Goodnight” and gave me another small smile.

When he closed the door behind him, I instantly felt lost again. Why was he being so nice to me? That wasn’t normal, was it? I sat down on the bed with a heavy sigh. I felt old. I kicked off my shoes, shed my shirt, and folded my clothes into a neat pile and set them on the floor. I lay down under the sheets, exhausted. It had been such a draining day, and even though I knew that I should remain on edge, being in a stranger’s home… My father’s brother’s home, I corrected myself, I just couldn’t help but close my eyes and fall weakly off to sleep.

I will repay Uncle’s kindness.. I promised myself before the day went dark. 

I was awake before Uncle was. I had only gotten a few hours of sleep but I wanted to start the day off right with him. I didn’t know how to make tea, and didn’t want to insult him by wasting the personal materials he had in his cupboard trying, so I set out the pot and glasses for him.

I set to work making breakfast for him. I didn’t make any for myself, not wanting to assume he was just going to take full care of me. I would eat at school. My lunch tuition was paid for the year, even my Dad couldn’t take that away from me. I was just setting the table for him when I heard his bedroom door open and he waddled into the kitchen with a yawn.

“Good morning, Uncle,” I said, trying to sound cheerful. Honestly, now that he was awake, I was afraid I might have overstepped digging into his food to make breakfast for him and he would send me away.

“You made breakfast for me?” he wondered aloud with a smile. I just nodded. “Why is the table only set for one?”

I shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t want to assume anything, I’m sorry,” I told him quietly.

“Don’t be. You are more than welcome to anything in my cupboards and fridge. This is your home as long as you want it to be.”

His kind eyes met my wide ones. I just wish he would yell at me. This was all too weird. I nodded once in acknowledgement, not really believing he meant what he said. “I need to get ready for school anyway,” I said. I shifted uncomfortably, feeling guilty that I had to ask. “Could I-” I looked down at the floor. “Could I use the shower please?”

“Of course! Go right ahead!” he said cheerfully, digging into his food and again ignoring my discomfort. “I will have tea ready when you come back out.”

I nodded once. “Okay. Thank you, Uncle.”

I shook my head. I still didn’t know Uncle, and I needed to be careful. He was still my father’s brother, even though he was taking his own path. He seemed kind, but it was my only my first few hours with him. I had never trusted someone before, and I wasn’t about to change that over a few small acts of kindness.

#azula and zuko #prince zuko #avatar the last airbender modern day alternate universe #avatar the last airbender #Zutara #Zuko x Katara #Highschool AU #fanfiction

[mollymauk-teafleak]

“I’ll do anything you want me to do to you, but you have to say it out loud.” for the new Widomauk circus au?

So this didn’t end up going where I thought it was going? But I love it

When he watched Mollymauk perform, every single time, no matter how many shows and towns and months went by, Caleb found himself falling in love with him all over again.

It was in the way he moved, the way he strode around the small, sawdust scattered circlet as if he owned it, which of course he did. His hands would move like birds, flitting this way and that, sweeping and dancing to illustrate his words while his tail flicked and snapped to punctuate his gestures. He would leap from floor to the artfully arranged boxes that separated the audience and the stage, drawing them in, blurring the line between the awed huddle of townsfolk and the show itself.

It was in the way he dressed. He’d have his perpetually present hat, tall and grand and unselfconscious, with the holes in the side for his bedazzled horns to break free from. His badge of office, he could sweep it off to bow low to a pretty lady in the audience, or toss it from hand to hand as he told a joke, or hold it out to draw small pieces of gold foil from to scatter across the stage or else cleverly written, spiky limericks about the audience members. But it would always return to his head, leaving absolutely no doubt as to who or what he was. His coat was the other essential part of the costume, swirling and billowing with every movement he made, like an extension of his body, as much part of his performance as the words. The lights caught in the gilded thread work that made up the elaborate scenes entwining on its wine purple surface, bringing the garment into its own kind of life.

It was in the way he spoke, the way he commanded words so effortlessly and confidently. Nothing fazed him, like the whole tent could come down around him, be devoured by flames, and Mollymauk could turn it into part of his act. He was a showman, beyond a shadow of a doubt.

And, more than anything, it was in the way he sang. That was always how the show closed out, Mollymauk would make his final entrance with his lyre under one arm, the highly polished wood shining a rich honey gold in the light, the strings frighteningly delicate like spiderwebs. But Molly would draw from them the most beautiful music, his voice sweet and full to bursting, like he and the instrument were one and the same. After a few bars, the audience would be weeping and Caleb would be madly, dizzyingly in love.

The applause of the audience was muffled from a thunder to a rumble as the heavy curtains swept closed behind Mollymauk. Grinning wildly, he flew into Caleb’s waiting arms, letting the wizard spin him around and around until they were both light-headed and breathless. The high after each show was a funny thing, reducing most of the troupe, all seasoned and professional performers, to giggling children.

“You were incredible!” Caleb grins, in almost the exact same heartbeat as Molly said, “You did amazing!”

The wizard chuckled bashfully, “What did I do? You’re the star, I’m just the arcanist.”

Mollymauk looked scandalised, “But you’re the best arcanist! That shower of sparks you made, there were so many different colours I couldn’t believe it, I nearly forgot my lines!”

Caleb’s face flamed red and he pressed it to the crook of his husband’s neck, “You never forget your lines…”

“I did say nearly,” Molly points out, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

Caleb had to allow himself a moment of pride. After nearly a year with the troupe, he had been getting a lot better at his job. He no longer spent the whole show in a half blind panic, checking and rechecking where he was supposed to be and when until Yasha grew so irritated with him that she stuck the call sheet to his forehead with resin that took a week to fully peel off. Now it was as natural as breathing, he moved through the wings and under the raised seats right below the audience themselves without ever being seen, throwing out fire and sparks and coloured, scented smokes whenever the script called for it. The delighted gasps and startled yelps that arose from the crowds made him smile.

When he’d been with Ikithon, magic had been a privilege, something he was only ever allowed the briefest tastes of, something that was dangled before him like a lure and shrouded in layers of rules and regulations with severe punishments for its improper use. Now Caleb could delight in magic. He could use it for the smallest things, just to make people smile or save himself a few seconds. It was his, it was part of him. He could love it.

Just another thing Mollymauk had given him.

Feeling bold, Caleb kissed the softer skin under Molly’s jaw, letting it linger for a few seconds longer than he had to.

“Want to head back home?” he murmured, lips only drawing back a hair’s breadth before kissing him again.

Molly’s eyes sparked with interest, “We should help with packing everything down…” he murmured, teasingly.

Understanding immediately what his lover wanted, Caleb gave his best pout, pressing his body against Mollymauk’s and letting hand wander around to the nape of Molly’s neck where the tighter, more sensitive curls were plastered to his skin by the sweat of a full three hour performance under the bright lights, playing with them idly, “Surely they don’t need the ringmaster for that? Your job is done. I was hoping we could go back to the wagon and…celebrate a job well done?”

Caleb was far from experienced in flirting but he knew exactly how to seduce tall, purple tiefling ringmasters with painted lips and too much glitter in their hair that would stay on their shared pillows for weeks. He was rewarded with a deeper blush of colour on Mollymauk’s already flushed cheeks and a spark of interest in his dark eyes.

Caleb could relish using magic for the small things. Like for locking the door to his and Mollymauk’s shared wagon after pulling an already half-dressed tiefling inside.

Home would seem to most like an intangible, unattainable thing, when said by someone who spent their whole life on the move. But Caleb and Molly knew exactly where and what home was. It was in their ancient, listing, beautifully painted caravan, stuffed to the brim with coloured glass orbs holding eternal dancing lights, woven blankets from all corners of the realm, an old but dependable cookstove, bright brass cups and sugar glass bottles both empty and full, more books than most libraries and a hundred other oddities gathered on their travels.

And, most importantly, a surprisingly comfortable slatted bed with deep blue sheets and just enough room for two. It was this that caught the two men as they rolled and kissed, hands roving all over each other as they clumsily dispensed with clothes.

Caleb was already painfully hard by the time they were both naked and Molly’s fingers closing around him drew a longing hiss from between his teeth.

“Molly…” he whimpered pleadingly, burying his face against the tiefling’s neck.

“Ah ah,” Molly wrapped his legs around him and whispered in his ear, “I’ll do anything you want me to do to you. But you have to say it out loud.”

The urge to whine for everything under the sun was powerful but Caleb swallowed hard and forced himself to think. He rolled back so Molly was on top now, looking up at him longingly.

“I want the toy…the cherry wood one…”

Molly grinned, looking positively wicked in the low light of the lamps which had obediently dimmed at Caleb’s command. He pressed a lazy finger to his lover’s freckled nose.

“Close. But not enough, try again.”

Caleb whined, squirming, “I…gods, Molly…I want you to fuck me. With the cherry wood cock you had made back in Rexantrum. The big one.”

When Molly kissed his forehead, he knew he’d done well and relief washed over him, cooling against his burning cheeks. It only took the tiefling a few moments to tease their toybox from its secret place under the bed and retrieve the toy but the absence of his body against Caleb’s was maddening.

One slender, heavily tattooed leg rested on the bedframe so he could work the bulbed end of the toy into himself, not exactly an easy task given its size. Caleb eased the experience by wrapping himself around said leg and pressing kisses to the inside of his lover’s thighs until Molly was laughing and swatting at him, informing him that his beard was tickly.

There was no non-awkward way to fetch anything in the tiny interior of the caravan; Molly had to stand on the bed and reach over Caleb to grab the tiny bottle of lube they kept up there though Caleb wasn’t about to complain at the view he got.

It really was a fantastically beautiful sex toy. The dark, slick oiled wood looked incredible against Molly’s skin and he wore it so confidently. The heavy, inviting curve of it, buried between his lover’s thighs, just made Caleb whine all the more.

Molly made note of that, flashing him a grin and singing happily, “On your belly, handsome.”

Caleb obeyed, happy to sprawl lazily in the vast, downy embrace of the bed while Molly positioned himself behind him and began to work him open with a sprightly slap of his ass and two fingers dripping thick oil that smelled of winter spice.

“That’s enough,” Caleb murmured thickly after a minute or so of those careful, precise fingers sliding in and out, running along his rim.

Molly raised an eyebrow quizzically, “You sure?”

“Uh huh. I like it when it still bites a little.”

With an impressed chuckle, Molly turned him over so he could see his lover’s face, pressing a kiss to both of his cheeks before throwing his long legs over his shoulders. The toy nudged at Caleb’s entrance teasingly, making his muscles flutter expectantly and a wide pit of longing to open low in his stomach.

“Please fuck me,” he growled out, before Mollymauk could even ask, “Please. Gods, Molly, I need you in me.”

“My good boy,” he sounded even more impressed, “You’re learning.”

The first thrust into him had the edge of pain Caleb had wanted, just enough to make his toes curl and his eyes roll back a little. Then it was as easy as anything, sinking into the slow, steady rhythm of Mollymauk’s hips that built so gradually, almost in perfect beat with how Caleb’s heartbeat began to race.

He didn’t care that he was being loud, loud enough that there would be pointed looks when they joined the rest of the troupe the next morning nor that the caravan was creaking its disapproval as it rocked like it was caught in a storm. Mollymauk earned every single cry and gasp and curse that rolled from his lips ten times over. A full show’s worth of desire and want, all of those times he’d fallen in love with him again, crashing together inside him as Molly’s hips jackhammered back and forth and his lips gave searing kisses all over Caleb’s chest.

Caleb sucked in a sharp breath, unsure if he’d get the chance to warn Molly before he came. Whether he did or he didn’t, it turned out not to matter as a sudden crack echoed through the tiny space and the whole damn world tilted on its axis. There was a crash and a rattling ruckus as everything in the caravan slid, clattered and resettled. It was only a second but it was so sudden and loud, it was like an impossible to follow eternity. By the end of it, Mollymauk was upside down against the wall and Caleb had more aches and pains than he thought it was possible to have.

There was a long, stunned silence.

“Um…” Caleb squeaked, “I think one of the supports snapped…”

Molly gave a long, almost minute long sigh, tail flopping down against gravity across his own face with a dull slap.

“Did you at least get there?” he finally asked, voice flat.

“I…have absolutely no idea.”

The next day, upon surveying the damage, Beau would insist it was karma for them skipping out on helping to pack down after the show. Caleb was inclined to agree.

#widomauk #rothfuss au #caleb widogast #mollymauk tealeaf #trans mollymauk #lemon #cr: caleb #cr: mollymauk #cr #critical role #ficlet #circus au

[presidentbttrflyfreak]

always will be // tom holland

my first tom fic!! (well i imagined tom when i wrote the peter parker fic so... maybe second?) it’s a mix of fluff and pain but i hope you guys like it! thank you for the anon who requested this one from this prompt list, #25. also, i did use one more prompt from this prompt list (not mine, credit to @smollmikey). The prompts used will be in bold.  drop a like or a reblog if you liked it! 

[ italicized = flashback ] 

Warnings: fluff n some pain and cLINGY!tom 

Word count: 2.7k 

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It was an incredibly frigid afternoon. Every time Tom shivered and released a heavy breath of chill, tiny yet soft clouds of breath vapor puffed out his mouth. He scrunched his stiff toes against the soles of his boots as he trod towards the flower shop.

Pulling the hood of his jacket over his windblown curls, he cautiously hid behind a shop stall when he saw her watering the flowers and plants. A smirk crept upon his lips as he made a move to startle her, but he abruptly retreated. He wanted to take the sight of her in, where she stood with a hunched back, one hand behind her ear to keep locks of her hair from falling down her face and the other hand gripping on a water can, sweeping her arm as water drizzles on the plants.

She makes sure to pour enough water on each pot, just like how Tom sees her do everyday. He had not seen any other person take care of something like how she did. Tom understood that this was a way for her to calm herself and find peace somewhere with the flowers. Tom bites on his lips as he tries to stifle a chuckle after he sees her squat down in front of a pot of sunflowers and pat the blooming yellow heads. Every gesture and every weird mannerism of hers Tom adored and absolutely loved. The way she runs her hands through her hair every time she was a bit stressed, the way she slept without a pillow to rest her head on, the way she never ties the laces of her shoes regardless of how many times Tom scolds her to.

He now moved away from his spot after being asked by the clerk if her would like to buy anything. Tom took slow steps towards her, hands locked behind his back. He maneuvered around her when she turned to the right to water the plants on that side. Tom grabbed a watering can that rested on the rugged concrete. He began watering without her notice and whistled to her favorite song while doing so.

Her head spun to Tom's figure immediately and he acted like he didn't notice her at all. He avoided her eyes and glanced at the blue sky, the birds flapping their wings and the bricked roof of the flower shop, still whistling. She turned to look around somehow in a sense of embarrassment and scooted closer to Tom, swiftly reaching his arm which was holding the watering can.

"Tom, what're you doing--"

She was cut off instantly when Tom, like it was a normal gesture, planted a quick kiss on her cheeks, incredibly red from the cold. And now, plus the peck.

He finally faced her and met his eyes with hers. Tom showed one of his wide come-on-i'm-cute smiles without any hint of apology at all. "I was just helping." He said, bringing the can down to hit feet and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket.

With wide and unbelieving eyes, she quickly dropped the can and dragged Tom inside the shop by the collar of his denim jacket. "Unbelievable, Holland!" She whisper-shouted.

He was laughing heartily now, taking the hand that pinched him by the collar and squeezing them tight with his. She had successfully dragged him inside, thankful to the heavens that there aren't anymore customers. She pulled her hands from his grip before shooting daggers towards Tom then flips the 'closed' side of the sign against the cool surface of the shop's door.

Tom took this as a chance to take big strides towards her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. With his nose buried in her neck, Tom asked with a muffled voice, "So does this mean that I can catch you unguarded and kiss you on the cheek so that you'll close early and spend some quality time with your man?"

Turning around and prying Tom's arms off her despite the reluctance she felt, she removed the hood covering his unkempt hair brushed them with her fingers. "What's got you all clingy today? Perhaps you ate something funny for breakfast?" With a raised eyebrow, she approached the counter and clamped her fingers around the keys resting beside the cash register.

Tom liked this, teasing her and all, and he was going to continue. He took one of the single wrapped flowers and stood in front of her, stopping her from cleaning up. "I don't know, maybe the fact that you finally said yes to me yesterday?" Then, Tom handed the flower to her before winking goofily.

She snatched the flower from his grasp and laughed with unbelief. "I would hate to take back those three letters so would you please stop teasing me, Holland?" She placed the flower back and switched the lights off.

Tom reminisced the memory from yesterday, still so vivid and fresh in his mind. He has been working towards making her understand how important she truly is to him for a long time now. He did this by coming over to her house early in the morning to bring breakfast, driving her to university and fetching her to go home too, and holding her tight whenever the panic attacks came.

He was aware of her trouble in sleeping. However, it was only that night when she confessed to him about her insomnia. It was one of the coldest midnights ever, and Tom was just making himself some tea after waking up from a bad dream when she gave his phone a ring. Tom wondered who would call him at 2:30 AM, but when her name blinked at the screen of his phone, he hurriedly placed his mug down. They had just finished texting with one another earlier at 9:30 PM, with her ending the conversation saying she would head to bed already. Although his mind was racing with thoughts of panic and worry, he forced himself to steady his voice and calm himself down. If it was another of her attacks, Tom wouldn't want to add to it by worrying too.

"Hey, dear. What woke you up at this hour?" He asked, pure sincerity dripping from his words.

Silence echoed between the line for a few seconds. Then, Tom heard a few sniffles from her end. "Actually, Tom, I haven't sleep a wink." She replied with a raspy voice, shaking a little too from crying.

Tom silently raced towards his room, grabbing a sweater from his closet. "That's absolutely horrible. How about the tea, did you drink it?" He asked after putting the phone on speaker. Tom was now slipping into his sweater and sneakers with hastened movements.

She sniffled and took a deep breath. "I haven't slept for a few days now, Tom. Maybe an hour or two only. It's not just--" Her voice broke into tears and Tom's heart did the same.

Tom finished for her. "Not just trouble sleeping. Insomnia, is it?" He tried to say all this calmly while shutting the door of his apartment behind him. He regretted only putting on one layer of clothing as soon as he stepped out into the freezing wind.

Somehow, she got to swallow the spilling sobs from her throat. "Yeah. Yes, Tom." She whispered, shuffling sounds coming from the speaker.

Now in his car, Tom backs up from the driveway heading towards her place. "Okay. That's right, just put the phone on your nightstand and keep on talking to me, yeah?" He took a u-turn and stepped on the accelerator. "I'm listening, so you can keep those tears coming or you can keep venting to me, alright?"

Tom hears the sound of sheets ruffling. "Yeah, okay."

So throughout the whole 20 minute drive to her house, Tom listened patiently to the cries and worries of the woman she longed and cared so much for. His heart broke with every sob that came. She talked about how she regretted not telling him earlier, and all the burden she had on her chest and really just everything that raced through her mind while her body shouted for slumber and rest.

By the time that Tom hopped out of his car, she asked, "Thanks for always putting up with me, Tom. Are you sleepy already? You can go ahead, if you'd wish."

He arrived at the doorstep of her apartment. With his back on the surface of the wall, he slid down and sat beside her apartment's door. "It's alright, darling. I love hearing your voice. You can keep on talking till you fall asleep and I'll be with you through it all."

A heavy breath resonated from the end of her line. Tom heard this from the outside of the apartment too. "Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"You know I'm really grateful for everything you do for me, right? For you alone, I am incredibly thankful to God. You know, I talk to Him about you. I was actually, before calling you."

Tom couldn't help but smile at that. This woman was so pure yet so troubled. He knows he's already asked her the question indirectly, but hearing that this lady prayed for him gave Tom more reasons to love her. He let a few seconds pass before finally replying. "Hey, honey. Can you get up from your bed? Or are you a bit dizzy or lightheaded?"

The line ended.

Tom still had the phone to his ear with her voice echoing in his head when the door creaked open slightly. Her head slowly peeked out and she saw Tom right over there, shivering from the cold, tired yet calm.

"I was right behind the door too. I heard some honks and revving of engines from the call earlier. Was just wishfully thinking that you were driving to me at 3 AM in the morning. Yet, here you really are." She was out the door now, in her pajamas. Tom noticed the sleeves of her shirt. Wet. A red nose and her hair a complete mess. Yet all that Tom saw was the woman that held his heart in her hands.

Tom stood up from the cold floor. Smiling, he opened his arms wide. "You can call me whenever you want. Even if you don’t have a reason to." Her eyes watered then and before he could see her weep, she lunged herself to him and was engulfed by Tom's strong and built arms. He ran his hands through her hair, kissing her head softly.

Tom's reminiscing was cut off by the sound of the shop's bell ringing after she closed the door tight.

Tom followed her out the shop, his eyes following her back, adoring the way she hugged her coat around her body tighter as she locked the shop. She looked back to him with a hidden look of embarrassment on her face. "Oh, you know that you don't want to and can't do that even if you had to!" Tom teased, catching up to her quick steps.

She looked at Tom's widely grinning face, taking in his tousled curls and slightly red nose. The sun was dipping now, and the way the remaining light of the sun accentuated Tom's mesmerizing features caused her to stare and smile. "Maybe. Maybe not. You'll never know, until you do push me to my limits!" She shouted in a mocking tone then pulled the hood of his jacket over his shocked face in a swift motion, her savageness completely showing. She took off in a teasing sprint, looking back to see Tom angrily pouting then mouthing a threatening 'run fast, darling'. The pout-turned-smirk on his face made her jolt and really run in panic now.

Tom was laughing mischievously as he took big strides behind her. He sensed that she was really full-fledged bolting now, hearing nervous yet excited chuckles from her racing breath. While doing her best not to trip over herself, the elastic band tying her hair together snapped. Tom smirked wider and ran faster towards her halted figure.

"Okay, default win for you 'cause we have a code red! My hair tie snapped!" She agonized breathlessly as she tried to hold her locks together with her fingers. Tom came close with his racing breath matching hers. He smiled and tucked a lock of her behind her ear. "It's alright, dear. It looks great whether it's tied or let down."

A grin tugged on her lips. "Alright, 'cos you said that so cutely, I will let my hair down for once."

Tom grinned back and took her hand in his. Tucking both of their hands in the pocket of his jacket, they continued walking towards the train station like they always do. This was one of their ways to spend time together. Instead of Tom driving her home, they would take the train so that they could have more time to spend together.

When they arrived at the station, Tom went to the vending machine to buy some warm drinks. Tom's heart both warmed and ached at the memory he just reminisced. He couldn't believe that the woman she just chased around town and laughed with was the same woman who he had in his arms the night before, all walls and barriers finally broken down, whimpering and sobbing on to his chest.

When he got the drinks, Tom watched her back as she swayed from heel and toe, craning her neck to see if the train was coming or not. In that exact moment, all Tom saw was pure beauty and happiness. He felt an overwhelming rush of satisfaction and joy. Despite knowing that there was a billion more women out in the world, why search for someone else when you have the best right in front of you?

Overwhelmed from that sudden realization, he ran towards her and wrapped his arm around her waist. She jolted from the act and raised an eyebrow. "Where's my dri--"

Tom smiled so wide, toothy and full of joy. "Let me be honest and share a fact to the public, okay?"

Before even waiting for a response, Tom shouted at the top of his lungs, "Random PSA, this one's mine!"

He looked deep in her eyes and he could see how they saw the same thing he saw. She had a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, Tom!" She shrieked in bafflement and joy, looking around, expecting disgust and shock from the people around her.

However, many clapped and hollered in amazement. Laughter echoed throughout the station.

"You're doing it right, man!" "Way to go!" "Aw shucks, too bad!" "He's a keeper, miss!"

Both of them were laughing heartily by that time, cheeks flushed and hearts beating fast. At that exact moment, Tom went back and reminisced the last part of one of the happiest nights of his life.

He had held her tight and massaged her back as she wept until she calmed down and until her breathing stabilized. She brought him inside and closed the door to keep the cold from entering the house. Tom expected her go back to bed and leave him to watch over her till she fell asleep but she didn't. Immediately after closing the door, she brought him close and buried her face in his chest and breathed his scent in.

Tom knew this was the right time.

"Will you let me hold you like this forever? Will you let me hold your hand whenever I want and whenever I need to? Will you finally let me love you?"

She raised her head and looked at Tom with her glistening and aching eyes. Her eyes dropped to his slightly quivering lips. Tom didn't hesitate for once and held her closer. Their lips melded together for the first time and there wasn't any sparks or any of those you read from books. There was only warmth and understanding. And acceptance.

When she retreated from his grasp, he embraced her again and held her tighter than ever.

"Yes. Only to you, Tom, the man I pray to God to every night. To the only boy who has been able to put my exhausted heart to rest. It has been and always will be a yes."

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[purrfics]

Summary: A life threatening decision puts the camp in crisis. Chapter: Eleven - Kick The Bucket Author’s Note: [Masterpost] [Quotev] [Blog]

“What were you thinking?!” Grace muffles into Sabrina’s shoulder, still holding her in an unbreakable hug.

“I--”

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” She yells again as she breaks again, pulling Sabrina up as she stood up, too, from the ground.

“I’m sorry!” Sabrina says, still slightly shaken but doing her best not to show it. “I just don’t like being cooped up all the time.”

“You almost died!!! I saw that guy put a gun to your head!! What have we talked about?!”

“God! Just leave me alone, okay. I’m sorry. I’m sick of being told what to do all the time.”

Grace fell silent for a minute, biting her lip.

“Oh, Sabby.” She sighed, hugging Sabrina again. “Just-- Don’t do it again!”

“Grace, hate to break the family reunion but--” Drake started, pointing in the distance as some of the undead come wandering towards them.

“Are they starting to come up here?” Sabrina asks, clearing her throat as her voice was shaking.

“Seems like it, let’s go. They’re slow.” Drake says, motioning for everyone to follow him as they took off into the forest. The dead following them until they stopped, smelling the fresh blood and falling to their knees, ripping into the body of the man lying dead on the ground.

Nancy gasped as Tanya finished a story, both the girls laughing outloud as they sat crossed legged on the bed.

“Thank god I didn’t know you in middle school, you would have been a little rebel.” Nancy tells her.

“Well, In tenth grade I did a little bit of drugs.”

“Tanya!!” Nancy gasped, hitting her lightly on the shoulder.

“It wasn’t that bad. I only did it like.. Once or twice, too. It was kinda gross, actually. Had to impress my crush, though.” She shrugs, grinning.

“Who was it?” Nancy asks curiously.

“This girl named Mary. She wasn’t interested, though. I think she actually went on to become a raging alcoholic. So, I guess I dodged a bullet?”

“You probably did, atleast if you were with her, what about me?!” Nancy asks.

“Ugh, silly. Don’t even think about that!” Tanya giggles, leaning over and softly kissing Nancy on the lips.

“Huh, well, I could always get with one of the dead outside.” Nancy says, lying back in the bed. Tanya raises her eyebrow.

“Yeah, like they’d want to get with you.” She smiles, Nancy’s face falls in joking disbelief again, grabbing one of the circular pillows and hitting her roughly.

“Hey!! Stop it!” She calls out, Tanya giggles to herself.

Sally walks down the hallway, her feet carrying her quickly towards the nurses office again, she seemingly becoming much more healthier feeling. A light blush on her face. Connor’s words echoing in her mind, words he had just said no later than a few seconds ago.

“Think about it,” He smiles, “You’re beautiful, and you know how to survive, can’t let that go to waste.”

Sally bumped into Bri, who was just coming out of the nurses office. The two girls gasping slightly as they didn’t expect eachother to be there. Bri’s face blew into a light blush, too, as she stood back.

“Are you okay?” She asks, awkwardly as Sally looked a little tired, her eyes drooping and her mind racing.

“Yeah. I just really need to sleep.”

“Oh, okay. Haley gave me a room number, there’s supposibly hundreds of rooms in this place.”

“Just like the warehouse.” Sally comments.

“There you are! I was getting worried.” Haley smiles, approaching the girls once again.

“Worried, why?” Sally asks.

“Oh, you know. Connor can get… A little wordsy at times.” Haley shrugs, “Nothing to fear! Follow me.” She smiles, turning around and making her way down the corridor.

“What are you going to do?” Melissa asks as she lays in bed, looking up at Darryn as he pulls on his boots.

“You know what I’m going to do.” He says, squinting at her as he looks around the empty room, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

“Baby, you know we have more people to worry about than just us.” Melissa says, “Tanya… Nancy… Carlo--”

“Yeah. I know exactly who we’re with.” Darryn says, full of hositility. Melissa raises an eyebrow.

“Wow, you’re still--”

“Don’t, not right now, Melissa.”

“Sorry.” She says meekly, rolling over to face the wall. Darryn shakes his head, grumbling lightly as he heads towards the door, pulling it open and leaving the room.

Bri and Sally reached the room, Haley opening the door and pointing inside.

“There’s only one bed, but I hope that won’t be a problem.” Haley says, Bri and Sally entering.

“That won’t be. You’ve given us so much, thank you.” Sally says, looking at the bed and then to Haley.

“No problem. We strive to make the world a better place, it is the strong that survive.”

Sally gulps, Haley waving to them as she closed over the door.

“Do you have a favorite side to the bed?” Bri asks, sliding onto the bed.

“Uh-- no.” Sally says, laughing lightly.

“Okay, good. I love the side to the window.” Bri smiles.

“Why?”

“I like the natural sunlight to wake me up.” She says. “I also like nature, but-- Hey, what did Connor say?” Bri asks, suddenly changing the subject.

“Oh, Connor? Nothing!” Sally smiles, sitting on the top of the bed, not facing Bri but just hanging her head, biting her fingernail.

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” Bri says quietly, standing up and exploring the rest of the room, although she didn’t find much except a small bathroom. “Was this a hotel?” She wonders to herself.

“He asked--” Sally starts, but she cuts herself off.

“What?” Bri asks, moving back to the bed and sitting beside Sally as she lifts her head up, sighing towards the cieling. “I want to get in on this… Leader guy sidekick role.”

“He said if I was injured, they don’t take injured people lightly here. So, he said that if I wanted too… He’d uh…” Sally says, Bri blinks awakrdly, just staring at Sally as she wasn’t sure what she was going to say. “He offered some sort of… Relationship. Like… Sexually... Or something.” She tells Bri, the word sexually a mere whisper, Bri’s eyes widen.

“What?! He’s a pig. You deserve... Better than that.” Bri says.

“It’s… Whatever.” Sally sighs, “I guess I’ll just die!”

“No, Sally. This is a perfect oppertunity, actually. I mean, what if he’s actually a cool guy?! What if you fall inlove?! True love, Sally??”

“This isn’t Disney.”

“Oh, no. Not really. It’s not PG.” Bri shrugs. Sally shakes her head, lightly laughing to what Bri said.

Darryn rummaged through the food supplies, checking each tin, counting the water bottles and throwing together a small pile of food.

“What are you doing?” A small voice chirps from behind him, he turns around, noticing Harry standing right beside him, the tip of his tongue lightly hanging from his mouth subconciously.

“Nothin’.” Darryn replies blandly, turning back around and continuing his work.

“Do you need some food?? My daddy makes a cool dindins!” Harry tells him.

“Harry!!” Another voice calls, running down, Molly meets at his side, looking at Harry before looking down at Darryn. “What are you two doing?!” She asks.

Darryn sighs, knowing he isn’t going to be able to do anything today, he stands up.

“Nothing, what are you doing?” Darryn asks, trying to be as playful as possible.

“We made babies!!” Harry giggles, his hands pressed against his cheeks. Molly opens her hand and shows the single dandelion seed, crushed in the palm of her hand.

“See!!”

“That’s nice.” Darryn says, beginning to walk away.

“Do you want to say hello?!” Molly asks, following Darryn with Harry close behind. Darryn rolls his eyes, turning around and grinning.

“Of course.”

Molly holds out her hand, up as far as she can to Darryn’s face. He looks at the small seed in her hand.

“Hello…” He says, just as he says this a small gust of wind suddenly takes the seed out of Molly’s hand and into the air.

“OH NO!!” Molly and Harry both scream out, running after the seed with all their strength and will. Darryn quickly makes his way from the kids, instead heading down towards the gates. He stops, eyeing the weapons cabin and suddenly an idea comes to his head.

“But she has promises to keep, Until then she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

Because I could not love for affection, It did kindly love for me. Are you upset by how factual it is?

Just like a fire, is the hate. Does the hate make you shiver? Does it?

The touch that's really motherly, Above all others is the kiss. Does the compassion make you shiver? Does it?

Because I could not yearn for love, You did kindly love for me.”

Flake scribbles down a poem onto the paper. At the top, the word “Mother II” is scrawled in fancy lettering. He signs the bottom with “Sebastian C. Flake” and puts his pen down, folding the paper and opening a drawer in his desk, filled with pieces of paper and a large book. He places the piece of paper inside and closes it over.

His eyes flicker up as he hears the front gate opening. He stands, pulling on a jacket and heading out of the darkened cabin.

Robbie, Grace, Sabrina, Carlos and Drake make their way inside the camp. Cooper welcomes them back. Jessica wanders down, Scrap bobbing along right behind her.

“You found her.” Jessica smiles, referring to Sabrina. Sabrina nods, smiling slightly at Jessica before walking at a quicker pace, away from everyone.

“Yeah. She’s alright. Just a little shaken.” Grace says, biting the inside of her cheek, looking up as Flake approaches them.

“You got her, huh? Is she alright.” Flake asks, his hands stuffed inside his jacket.

“Yeah. She’s fine. You?”

“Better than Sabrina, probably.” Flake says.

Darryn approaches, looking at the group.

“What’s going on?” Darryn asks.

“Nothing. That should be it with all the problems now.” Flake says.

“Yeah. Sure.” Darryn says, a little bit more sarcastic than he’d liked. Flake stares at Darryn before turning back to Grace.

“Do you need anything?” Flake asks her.

“No. I’m just going to make sure she’s okay.” Grace smiles, making her way, following Sabrina. As she passes Flake, she rubs his arm slightly as a silent thank you.

“Okay. Drake, can we talk?”

“Oh. I actually wanted to talk to you.” Darryn says to Flake.

“Can it wait?”

“Yeah. I guess.” Darryn nods as Harry and Molly run past.

“I got it!!” Harry calls out, picking up something from the ground and showing her it. Molly’s face scrunches up.

“That’s dirt!!”

Melissa knocks lightly on a door before pushing it open.

“Nancy? Tanya?” She asks quietly, making her way inside as both girls sit up on the bed, covered in small feathers from the pillows.

“Yeah?!” Tanya calls out. Melissa enters the room and closes the door behind her.

“I feel awful.” Melissa tells them.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Tanya asks, turnign to face Melissa, pillow on her lap as she rests her head against the wall. Nancy sits at the edge of the bed, leaning over so her elbows rest on her knees, head in one hand.

“I think Darryn is going to do something real stupid. I didn’t want to stop him though.”

“What is he going to do?” Nancy asks, standing up and approaching Melissa, comforting her by taking her hand and leading her over to the bed, sitting down with her. Melissa sighs.

“He’s being a prick. I mean, I love him, but he wants to leave and rob this place, or take over, whatever comes first -- Please tell me you wont tell anyone.” Melissa asks, Nancy nods frantically, rubbing Melissa’s hand comfortingly.

“Can I tell you the truth?” Nancy asks. “I think Darryn is an asshole.” Melissa sighs, spotting Tanya nodding from beside her.

“He’s not that bad.”

“Sweetie, he’s aggressive and I think a tad dangerous.” Tanya chips in.

“How we survived in that garage for over a month with him is unknown to me.” Nancy says, “He can get over dramatic at times, which I guess is a character flaw he needs to work on.” Nancy says.

“I guess, but we have to stop him.” Melissa says.

“I don’t think you can stop Darryn. Once he’s set his mind on something, he’ll probably do it.”

Flake closes the door behind him.

“What did you want to see me about?” Drake asks, plopping into a chair and rubbing his eyes.

“I wanted to talk to you, about Sabrina.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m worried about her and I just want to discuss our options. We can’t have anyone do that again. Today you four could have died.”

“The forest is safe, Flake, there’s barely any dead.”

“So nothing happened today?”

Drake adjusts in his seat uncomfortably. He considered covering for the sisters, but then again, he didn’t think they’d do the same for him. “Well. No, we ran into a man.”

“What did he do?” Flake asks.

“He just attacked her, Sabrina, but it’s fine. You don’t need to worry about it. It was taken care of, nobody was harmed.”

“So you think she was okay to go out on her own?”

“No.” Drake says. “If we hadn’t showed up, she would have died. I’m just thinking that she won’t do it again now, you know? After today, I doubt she’ll want to go outside the walls.”

“If you’re certain. You need to keep an eye on them.”

“Aren’t you closer to them, you should do it.”

“Both of us. I mean, Grace trusts me but I can’t be snooping on her sister like some sort of creep. She’s overprotective, which is good.”

“Yeah. Well. I’ll get on that. I have to go clean myself up.” Drake says, getting up and saying goodbye to Flake, opening the door and making his way out, bumping into Darryn on his way out.

“Is Flake done?” Darryn asks him.

“Talking? Yeah. He’s in his cabin.” Drake tells him in passing, Darryn nods and walks to the cabin, tucking his shirt over a gun in the back of his pants.

Darryn knocks on the door, pushing it open and spotting Flake sitting at the desk, lit by the candle light as he admires his sword.

“Oh. Hey. What’re you doing?” Darryn asks, stepping inside and closing the door over.

“Just… Thinking. What’s up, Darryn?” Flake asks, placing the sword on his desk as he makes his way to the front of it, leaning against it.

“I just wanted to talk to you. About the situations, about everything.” Darryn says.

“Okay… Continue.” Flake says, interested to know where this conversation was going, tapping his fingers against the wood of the desk.

“You need to know some things about my group.” Darryn tells Flake.

“Okay.”

“We don’t do well with dictatorships. Honestly, they’re a little sad. One guy in charge of a dozen people? Sounds pretty cliche.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Leaders are no good unless they’re strong and capable of doing what’s right.” Darryn tells him, stepping closer. “If a leader can’t do what’s right, then what sort of leader are they?”

“Do you see yourself as a leader?” Flake asks.

“Yes. I know I’m capable, but I’m not in charge of my group, nobody is. This group? However, has one clear leader. You.”

“Correct.” Flake says. “This is my place.”

“Yes. You know we got off on the wrong foot. I know you don’t like me, but I’m here to make a proposition.”

Flake nods, his eyes squinting ever so slightly, suspiciously. Darryn adjusts his shirt, clearing his throat before continuing with his “speech”.

“Give up your position as leader and we’ll have no problems.”

“Excuse me?” Flake asks, gripping his fingers against the edge of the desk.

“You heard me, loud and clear.”

“You’re telling me you don’t like dictatorships. However, you appear to be trying to create one. With yourself incharge.” Flake says, his eyes lingering down as Darryn adjusts his hands on his hips. He immediently retained eyecontact with Darryn. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?”

“Kill you, why would you think that?”

“Oh, come on Darryn. Nobody says this without a backup plan.” Flake says, leaning his upper body closer to Darryn. “And your backup plan is needed, because I refuse your offer.”

As soon as Flake saw Darryn’s lips turn into a grin, he reached on the desk, gripping his sword as he swings it forward, slicing upwards and into Darryn’s stomach. Darryn gasped out, gasping for air as the sword entered his lower abdomen.

“I get things done, t--” Flake begins, but he feels a bullet enter his torso, the gunshot firing throughout the cabin as his reflexes kick in, he slices the sword out and as he feels himself tumble backwards towards the desk, he uses his strengths to slice Darryn’s head, slicing halfway through Darryn’s skull, killing him.

Flake collapses to the floor, bleeding through the side of the body. His whole body aching as he starts fading out of consciousness.

(Day 6)

Sally steps out of the shower, turning off the water. She sighed, turning towards the mirror and using her towel to wipe the steam off of the mirror before wrapping it around her body, rubbing her eyes as she had just woken up a few minutes ago. The morning coming quicker than she had expected.

She dried her hair, rubbing it frantically with a towel before tying to around her head. She opened the bathroom door, the steam flooding out into the main room and disappearing into the air as she stepped out. Her eyes widening as she noticed Connor standing by the bed, leaning against the table at the side.

“Good morning.” He smirks, gesturing with his head to the bed, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah. It was fine, thanks.” Sally tells him, making her way over to the bed and grabbing her clothes that she had lain out, using her other hand to support her towel to make sure it didn’t fall from her body.

“Did you consider yesterday?”

“Uhh- Yeah. I mean. I don’t know.” Sally says, picking up the last of her clothes. “I’m just going through alot right now.”

Connor raised his hands up. “I know, I know. It’s just a system.”

“I’m almost better but uh. Later I’ll come with a decision.” Sally tells him, heading into the bathroom and placing her clothes on top of the pile of towels. “Where’s Bri?” She asks, turning to look over her shoulder at Conner.

“I sent her to get food, thought It’d be time that you’d have a good amount of food to start your day. Am I right?”

“Very right.” Sally smiles at him, heading over to the door, “Excuse me.” She says, closing over the door until it clicks closed. She turns the lock and turns to lean against the door, sighing heavily and covering her face with one hand, feeling suddenly rather overwhelmed.

Connor shakes his head, getting up from his leaning position and leaving the room, heading down the corridor and disappearing down the stairs.

(Day 5)

Grace feels her feet taking her as fast as she has ever ran, her legs moving exceptionally fast as she grabs the railing to a cabin, swinging herself up the stairs, throwing herself into Flake’s cabin as what she sees shocks her. The dim light giving her a clear view as opposed to the moonlight outside.

“Holy shit, Flake!” She gasps, almost tripping over Darryn’s body as she enters, her foot stepping in the puddle of blood forming around his head. Flake grumbles, holding his wound as he has managed to pull himself up onto the seat, his eyes falling heavy as Grace makes her way over to him, slapping him lightly on the face, recieving a curse towards her from Flake. “Stay awake!”

Sabrina manages to catch up with Grace, sliding inside and letting out a small gasp. She raises her foot as she spots the blood, avoiding it as it seeps through the floorboards.

“Get the medical kit!” Grace calls out, grabbing everything from the desk and beginnign to practically throw it to the floor. Flake grumbles out something, but she can’t seem to hear him. She throws stray pieces of paper off of the desk and grabs Flake’s hand, throwing his arm around her neck as she attempts to lift him onto the desk, but not being able to manage. “Fuck!”

Robbie enters, hearing the commotion, with Drake right behind him.

“What the fucking FUCK!?” Drake yells out, pushing past Robbie to view the situation.

“Help ME!!” Grace aggressivly calls out. Robbie snaps out of his slight daze and makes his way across the cabin as Sabrina returns, holding a small med kit in her hand. “Is there any doctors in that new group of Carlos’?!”

Flake grumbles a bit, although it’s more of a laugh as Robbie and Grace pull him onto the desk, his body falling limp over it.

“I don’t think so.” Drake says, “I think we’d know.”

“FIND OUT?!” Grace yells as she slams the medical kit on the spare piece of the desk, ripping it open.

“Do you need anything?” Sabrina asks, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Yeah. We need to fix this.” Grace says.

“My friend was a trainee nurse, she told me some things. I don’t know how much was right, though, she wasn’t that far into her course when shit went down.”

“I don’t care. Come on, we have to help him. How did this happen?!”

“Maybe we should question why they’re both in this mess in the first place.” Drake says.

“I don’t think anybody else heard, We have to keep this between us until morning comes.” Grace tells them.

“Jessica heard, she’s trying to keep the kids quiet.”

“Okay.” Grace says, picking out a scalpel. “Will this work?”

“Better than anything, I guess.”

“I’m so sorry, Flake.” She whispers before she rips his shirt, throwing it up his body as she reveals the wound, just above his hip.

“Use this.” Robbie tells her, “Before you do anything, It helps. It’ll burn a little, though.” He says, giving her a small bottle.

Grace unscrews the bottle, holding it above Flake’s bullet wound.

“Sorry.” She says, although rather unsympathetically, she tips the bottle and pours some of it on his bullet wound as Robbie quickly grabs Flake’s sword, using the handle to place against his teeth. Flake’s muffled screams fill the cabin as Grace begins dabbing it along his wound with her t-shirt, lightly as she leans in.

“Sabby, come here.” She says, Sabrina make sher way quickly around the desk, standing next to her sister as Flake’s body jerks upwards, his hand grabbing Grace’s shoulder, trying to control his pain but trying not to hurt anyone.

“What is it?”

Grace explained to her, in as much detail as possible, what to do. As Sabrina helped Grace dig out the bullet and hold pressure to the wound, she felt the blood seep onto her skin and cover the palm of her hands with red, sticky blood.

This continued throughout the night... Flake's life hanging in the hands of The Berry Sisters.

#original #original fic #fiction #nanowrimo #horror #horror fic #character death #dead weight

[rufeepeach]

Ohhhh. Ummmm. I dunno. Red Lights is like my hardcore life right now. Maybe just a super fluffy little one shot. And I actually love you, by the way. Congrats!

Thank you so much!!!! 

NSFW - set after White Flags

On the morning of his forty-sixth birthday, Isaac Gold was awoken with a kiss.

He could honestly say it was the first birthday ever to begin thus, at least to his recollection. It was also easily the very best, based on the two seconds of it he had already experienced.

Isaac blinked his eyes open, to be greeted by his girlfriend beaming down at him, her hair hanging in soft, thick, messy curls around her face, her eyes bright and warm. Sunlight was streaming in through the high windows, casting the whole room in white and gold. The bed was luxuriantly soft and comfortable, the thick duvet stuffed with goose feathers. 

“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Belle said, and kissed him again. Isaac fumbled a hand out from under the covers, and slipped his fingers through the curls at the back of her head, holding her in place so he could kiss her back. “Mm, that’s nice,” Belle hummed against his lips. He could feel her smile as he started to wake properly, and she slid down to lie back beside him, her head pillowed on his shoulder. His arm came around her little waist almost on instinct, after six months of practice.

For a long, perfect moment, they just lay that way: Belle held close and warm in his arms, their feet tangled at the foot of the bed. There was something especially luxurious about not only still being in bed in the mid-morning, but having it be in a five-star Parisian hotel. And that was before one mentioned the impossibly beautiful woman who was cuddling up to him, naked but for the blankets covering them both.

“What’re you thinking?” Belle asked, tapping his forehead playfully. 

“I’m thinking that if you had asked me a year ago where I would be today, I would never in my wildest dreams have predicted this.”

Belle hummed again, a contented sound, like a cat’s purr. “Good answer,” she said, nuzzling her cheek against his shoulder.  “We could stay like this, you know,” she added, her voice muffled against his neck. “Just lie in this gorgeous bed all day, order room service and make love until the sun goes down.”

The thought was certainly tempting. She kissed him again to tempt him, her hands cupping his face as she leaned over him. For a moment, holding her by the waist, Isaac was more than content to lie there and just allow himself to be kissed. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be, just then.

He could feel himself hardening against her thigh, and she giggled against his lips, shimmying her hips to encourage him. Six months together, seven since their first night, and Isaac had learned that when Belle laughed in bed, it was always a good sign. Belle never laughed in mockery, or in cruelty. Her laughter was a sign of joy, and of her constant and astounding good-humour. If Belle laughed, it meant that he had somehow made her happy.

Isaac adored making Belle happy.

“I love you,” Belle told him, rubbing her nose against his in a ridiculous Eskimo-kiss. Isaac felt a little swell of pride in her, every time she said that. It meant so much to hear it, knowing it hadn’t come easily to her. He’d never understand what he could have done to deserve the honour of her heart, but he vowed every time to prove himself worthy of it. 

He couldn’t promise her valour, or physical prowess, or even much of a personality, but he could promise to keep her heart safe in his keeping. 

“I love you too,” he replied. He knew he looked ridiculous, doting and adoring, but he didn’t care. He doted on her; he adored her. She deserved to know it.

They kissed for long moments, idly, as if they had all the time in the world to just enjoy one another. His hands - inevitably, with a fixation he couldn’t explain but Belle thankfully found both hilarious and endearing - came to her breasts, kneading and softly working the soft flesh until she moaned against his mouth. He could feel her core against his pelvis, could feel her getting wet. It would never cease to amaze him that he was capable of that.

Perhaps he would never be carefree, optimistic and joyful by nature. Perhaps he would always have deep scars, always be haunted by the demons and ghouls that trauma created. But Isaac was lying in a Parisian hotel room with the most perfect woman he’d ever laid eyes on, and she loved him as he loved her, and he was somehow able to make her shake and moan in his arms. Those demons didn’t stand a chance against that.

Belle broke their kissing at last, her pupils dark in her bright blue eyes, and sat up, straddling his pelvis. She smiled, and took his wrists in her hands, placing them carefully on either side of his head. “Let me take care of you, my love?” she asked, her breath warm against his lips. With her weight pressing his hands into the bed, her body arched over his, and her hair falling all around their faces, for a moment Belle was all that existed in the universe. Isaac had never been happier.

He nodded, hoping her ‘taking care’ of him would involve being inside her at some point, preferably while she came. The sensation was unbelievable, but the feeling of being so closely joined while he made her so very, very happy was even better. Being with Belle in any way - naked or fully-clothed, in private or public, having sex or just holding hands - was an emotional high he would never get enough of.

Belle grinned, and kissed the tip of his nose in thanks. She kissed his lips again, then the base of his throat, sucking just lightly at his pulse point. Isaac groaned as she kissed a path down his chest, nipping at one flat nipple to make him buck against her, before she reached her destination.

They didn’t do this all that often: Isaac usually preferred it the other way around, bringing her pleasure, and it always felt so selfish to silence her this way, in a way that brought only him pleasure. “Alright?” she asked, her breath warm and wet against his cock, lying thick and hard now against his belly.

Isaac looked down at her, “Are you sure?”

She laughed, low in her throat, and pressed a kiss to the very tip of him. He couldn’t deny it: the sensation was exquisite. “Shhh,” she breathed, the stream of air cooler, a bright little shock of cold on weeping, over-heated skin. He groaned. “I have a whole plan,” she told him, pressing another kiss to his cock, this time a little way down the shaft. “I’m going to suck you until you see stars,” she promised, “And then I’m going to sit on your face,” that made him groan, the thought of her completely overwhelming him, the taste of her bursting in his mouth, making him tremble. “Then we’re going to go out, and get a pain au chocolat from the patisserie down the street,” she continued, sucking a little at the base of him, her hand working the top, her innocent words belied by her action. “And walk around the Luxembourg gardens, and take ridiculously cute photos that make everyone at home jealous of how gorgeous and in love we are.”

He laughed at that. Belle grinned, and kissed her way back up his shaft. “We’re going to get lunch at that cute place we found the other day, the one with the cats, and drink a whole bottle of champagne with it,” she said, and then, taking him entirely by surprise, sucked the whole head of him into her mouth, and swirled her tongue in a magical way that had to be illegal. He groaned like she was torturing him. Then she giggled, his cock still in her mouth, and the vibrations sent his head spinning. 

Belle began to suck him in earnest then, her head bobbing up and down as she hollowed her cheeks on the way up, and lapped the underside on the way back down, pumping the base where her lips didn’t reach with her hand. Gold wove a hand into her hair, and stroked her scalp, lightly scratching with his nails as he knew she enjoyed, as she sucked him.

He was getting close, his balls drawing tighter as she - oh god! - as she palmed them with her soft little hand, squeezing and kneading them gently as he had her breast. “Please,” he panted, “Oh, please…”

She pulled off him a moment, “What do you need, sweetheart?” she asked, as she kissed the head again, still pumping him, still stroking him.

“Inside… inside you, please…” he moaned, needing to be joined with her, needing so much more than her mouth, needing to be as close to Belle, her whole body wrapped so tight around his, as it was possible to be.

She gave him the look he caught on her sometimes, as if she were as bewildered and enchanted by him as he was by her. It was an impossible thought, but it was all he could think of to describe the wondering expression on her lovely face.

Belle crawled back up over him, and he keened as he felt her hot, wet entrance brush over the head of his cock. “I love sucking you,” she told him, by way of explanation. “You’re so beautiful when you’re so far gone, I love being able to do that for you.”

He nodded, beyond words. Belle kissed him as she lined them up with her hand, and slid down in one smooth stroke. He groaned and whimpered against her mouth, sheathed in her, buried in her wonders. He wasn’t going to last, he couldn’t. Belle was one step ahead of him: two of her fingers had slid from where they were joined and up to her clit. His arms came around her, and they rocked together, her hand caught between them to stimulate her on every thrust.

It was all he could do to kiss her, and it was a messy thing, loose-lipped, broken by soft cries and exhalations as they moved together. It seemed to Isaac that they became one, in that moment, unable to tell where he ended and she began. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

He felt her tighten and clench around him right as he lost control, and they came together, their cries lost in each others’ mouths, his arms crushing her against him as she writhed on top of him, and he bucked up into her, coming so hard all he could see was bright, white light.

They came down with a slow sigh, and Belle kissed him with a little more finesse as he softened inside her, regretfully slipping out as she returned to her former place beside him, cuddled against his chest. They were silent for a few minutes, just breathing together and recovering. 

“After lunch,” she said, picking up where she’d left off, “I was thinking we could go to the Louvre?”

“I don’t want you to be bored, darling,” Isaac replied. “We can do something else if you want.”

“No, no,” Belle shook her head, “I want to learn about art. I want you to teach me about art. You’re really sexy when you go into hot professor mode. And it is your birthday,” she added, kissing his shoulder gently. “So we’re gonna do what you want.”

“We did skip a stage,” he reminded her, and how he could feel embarrassed, blush bright umber, when they’d just done what they had was pathetic, but blush he did. Belle looked up at him, confused. Then she beamed.

“So we did,” she purred, kissing him again. “It can wait,” she promised, the softest, naughtiest whisper against his lips that made him shiver. “Because after the Louvre, we’re getting crepes. And then we’re going to come back here, and change for dinner before the theatre…” she kissed him again, “And then you get your real present.”

“My… my present?” he asked, stammering, completely under her spell.

“I have a very special new dress,” she told him, “And very, very special new things to go under it,” she added. 

He groaned low in his throat, wondering how the hell any new lingerie could be more ‘special’ than anything he’d already seen her in. He trusted her, though: Belle was always, always right.

They did everything on Belle’s list: pastries and gardens; wine and art; crepes and dinner and theatre. Neal called in the evening, and he and Emma put Henry on to gurgle down the phone, and wish him a happy birthday. And she was right, somehow the dress and lingerie she’d brought for the occasion surpassed anything he could have expected. He didn’t think she’d ever fully understand that it was the woman inside that truly enchanted him, that she could wear a full nun’s habit and still light up his world, but he wasn’t complaining about the view.

At dinner, Belle had the waiter stick a ridiculous candle in his chocolate mousse, and made him make a wish as he blew it out. Isaac honestly didn’t know what to wish for. Everything he wanted, he already had.

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[weepingcoffeestudentfromhell]

Percy is my mother now. . .deal with it

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

Percy is my mother now. . .deal with it

Catherine’s Pov.

The rest of the night blurs together.

After Eliza passed out, a lot of Apollo kids ran out of the crowd and grabbed her and the others who were injured. I couldn’t tell who to run after, Connor or Eliza, but in the end I decided to go with Eliza and wait for her to wake up, because I had a lot more questions for her than I did him.

But I still had a lot of questions for him.

I wasn’t allowed into anyone's room until they were finished with fixing them, so I paced at the door of the infirmary almost all night, but eventually Chiron forced me to go back to my cabin and get sleep.

After a few complains and pleads, I finally gave up and walked slowly back to my cabin, falling asleep the second my head hit my pillow.

>>>>>

The second I woke up I went down to the pavillion to get a quick breakfast and after stuffing some muffins into a bag, made a straight bee-line to the infirmary.

When I entered it was slightly busy.

A few kids sat on tables, some crying, some screaming out at each other, and others just sleeping as the “Doctors” who were just some Apollo kids, checked up on them.

“Hey Will!” I called out as I saw the freckled blonde rush past me.

“Oh, Catherine.” He stopped and turned back towards me. “Your friend still isn’t awake, but the other three are, you wanna see them or. . .”

“Can I see Eliza?” I asked in a rush to be the first one there when she woke up.

“That’s what I thought, yeah she’s the third one on the left.” He pointed down the hall and I thanked him quickly before speeding over to the room and opening the door quietly.

And there she laid.

I guess I was kind of shocked, I was still a little confused whether last night was a dream or not, if I actually tapped into my powers, and if this really is Eliza, all the way from Michigan, here, and a demigod.

I set the muffin bag down, completely forgetting about them and walked up to her bedside.

All of it confused me, but I was still so happy to see someone familiar and have them here.

She hadn’t changed much since I moved away almost a year ago.

Her light caramel hair was now dyed a deep brown, making her freckles pop on her pale skin. Her glasses were dusty and cracked and she winced slightly in her sleep every time she moved around.

I took a seat and sat at the edge of her bed.

I sat there for hours, just waiting and praying that she would wake up soon.

Too soon though, it was lunch time and I was forced to leave and eat.

It was the quickest and least I had eaten ever, and once I finished and I rushed back over to the infirmary once I finished.

I finally decided I needed to be patient and not wait over Eliza every hour, so I stepped into Cedar’s room and made sure he was doing fine. Afterwards I visited Percy, who seemed to be fine after having a few bottles of water. Once my time was finished with him, I stood in front of the one door that gave me so much conflict.

With a deep sigh, I turned the handle and entered the room, and there he was, sleeping with his mouth open and hair flopped across his face.

I stood in the doorway longer than I should have and finally I awkwardly shut the door, making him stirr and open his deep blue eyes. I was afraid he would be quiet and ignore me once he saw me, but he surprised me by smiling softly and waving a tiny bit.

“Hey.” He mumbled, his voice slightly scratchy and muffled.

In that moment I lost all control and I ran around his bed, lunging at him and wrapping him into a deep hug, not too tight so I wouldn’t hurt him.

“Hey, hey Cat it’s okay, I’m fine, you don’t need to cry.” He said softly into my hair and I didn’t realize I was crying until he mentioned it and I felt a few tears slip away as my shoulders shook.

“You never messaged me.” I cried into his shoulder and I didn’t miss the soft sigh that left his lips. “You never answered me or Chiron. I thought you might’ve gotten hurt or you were in trouble or even, even-”

“No, no.” Connor shushed me before I could continue torturing myself and pulled me tighter into his embrace. “I’m so, so sorry Cat, there were just so many monsters. I wanted to message you so badly, but it would risk monsters finding or hearing us, but I thought of you every moment when I thought I couldn’t make it, and that made me realize I had to get back, just so you wouldn’t die without your bestie.”

I laughed and sniffled as I hit his shoulder and he laughed as well, the sound calming me down.

“Don’t be an idiot, I was worried and this was a cute moment before you said that.” I joked and that made another laugh come out of his mouth before he snuggled his face into my hair, his hands resting around my waist and his thumb rubbing my back comfortingly.

“I really am sorry Cat.” He mumbled after the room went silent and I sighed deeply before finally letting him go and standing back up.

“I get it.” I mumble started turning towards the door. “I should go wait for Eliza to wake up now though-”

“Wait!” Connor stopped me and I turned back around to see him leaning up.

“Yeah?” I asked confusedly and he smiled sweetly.

“Save me a seat at the campfire?”

With my heartbeat suddenly going faster I nodded and quickly left the room with a bright smile radiating my face.

>>>>>

When I got back to the room I was shocked to see Eliza already awake and getting a checkup from one of the Apollo kids. I stood in the doorway hidden until they finished and left the room. I then popped out and did a little wave to said girl who started choking on her own spit.

“Oh my gods, no!” I called out and quickly ran to her side, patting her back as she coughed and her eyes began to water up.

“Ca-Cat?” She coughed out and I gave her a sideways smile.

“Hey bud.” I waved awkwardly and she looked at me like I was some lunatic who just asked her to ride a unicorn with her through the sunset.

“Is, is this another trick, am I hallucinating?” She asked after one more cough and scooted slightly away.

“Nope, this is all natural Catherine B. material, read it and weep.” I smirked at her and she rolled her eyes with a sigh.

“Yeah it’s you alright.” She said sarcastically and I pouted before she laughed in delight and we both threw our arms around each other.

“I still can’t believe you’re here, and that you’re a demigod.” I said happily as I hugged the one familiar thing in my life right now.

“Hey, I can’t believe it either, all of this is so crazy.” She sighed and we finally pulled away after she winced in a little pain.

“So. . .” I drawled out as I sat on the edge of her bed. “Has anyone told you about everything yet or. . . ?”

“Yeah.” She smiled as she leaned against the headrest and chewed on the now cold muffin I had brought in earlier that morning. “Connor and Cedar explained everything on our way here, it made all of this and waking up in a strange place a lot easier. But I was also told a lot about this one girl named Catherine by Connor, I didn’t know he was talking about you.”

She waggled her eyebrows and I rolled my eyes before giving her a pointed stare.

“Nothing going on there, don’t fish for anything either.” I said and she whined about how she needed me to get a boyfriend soon so she could be an aunty.

I wacked her shoulder slightly and she laughed with no shame in her voice, lifting her hands up in defense. I soon began to laugh as well and I felt the most content I had in a long time.

>>>>>

As the day grew longer Eliza was released from the infirmary and I obviously offered to give her the tour and get her a weapon.

She was shocked and even a little scared at everything she saw, especially looking a little green as she stared up at the lave wall.

“Nope, never doing that.” She said and walked away without a second thought.

I laughed and we continued on her tour, finally getting her to the weapon shed and we spent only a few minutes looking around until she found a pair of twin double edged hatchets made out of a deep golden bronze.

“Ohhhhoho, these two definitely.” Eliza whistled as she stared at the two in her hand like they were her two newborn children.

“Those two are named οξύ and σπινθήρα, acid and spark.” I read the Greek etched into the handles and Eliza let out a tiny “Oh”.

“Like the two headed dragon with the one head that spits acid and the other that sparks the fire with gas and makes an explosion.” She said like the true nerd she was and I snorted as she looked at me and pushed up her glasses with a snort of her own.

“Yep, still a nerd.”

After that we both heard the conch horn for lunch and I walked her down, showing her to the Hermes table and introducing her to some friends before sitting down at my table with a now refreshed and energetic Percy.

I was a little upset when I didn’t see Connor, but then I was told by one of his siblings that he was still in a bit of pain, but he would be better by the fire.

“Hey bro.” I said as I sat down with a plate of grapes, turkey sandwich, and some nectar filled bug juice.

“Hello, Catherine.” He grumbled and I looked at him with wide eyes.

“What?” I asked confused and he finally gave me a grumpy look.

“You know what.” He said and I rolled my eyes waiting for him to explain. “My gods Cat, you saw me this morning and you didn’t even think about telling me that you killed all of those beast with a tidal wave! Not even five minutes before you couldn’t stop a single drop of water, but the second I pass out and can’t see anything, you raise a hecking tidal wave, really!?!”

“Hey, hey I’m sorry.” I laughed as he rolled his eyes and probbed me in the ribs. “I’m sorry, it was kinda a last minute decision and I didn’t really have a choice.”

“Ugh, I guess I’ll let it go for now.” He groaned then gave me a warning look, pointing his finger right at me like a mother scolding her child. “But we are going to spar later and test out how far your powers reach.”

“Yes ma’am.” I said with my hands raised in defense and he laughed before I joined in and we finally started eating our food.

>>>>>

I sat at the top of the amphitheater, nibbling on a s’more and tapping my foot to the music the Apollo kids were playing when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around in surprise to see a tired looking Connor Stoll with a lopsided grin.

“Hey.” He said as he plopped down next to me and a smile graced my face.

“Hey, how are you feeling.” I said sweetly as I gave him a quick hug, even though he seemed like he wanted to hold on longer.

“Uh, good.” He let out an awkward cough and looked down at his feet when I pulled away from his embrace.

“Yeah.” I mumbled and looked away as well. “That’s good.”

We sat there for a while, in a silence that I was not used to with him, then I thought of something. Looking over at him through the corner of my eye, I placed my hand on the seat in between us, a silent invitation.

I saw him conflicted as he looked down at my hand then around the room, everywhere but my face. I saw his hand inch close and just when I thought he would place his on my own like we always did, Chiron called for everyone's attention and he flinched, pulling his hand back to his side.

I felt a little hurt as I pulled my hand back and set it in my lap, a small puff of air making its ways from my lips.

“Hello and Welcome new and old Demigods.” He started as he stood above the crowd and I looked over to see Eliza not totally surprised by his full centaur form, just a little interested. “I welcome any gods right now to claim some of the new demigods we have here with us tonight. Now no one please scream or run to the lake if you are claimed, the glowing symbol is not fire.” He gave a pointed look to Jacob, a Iris cabin boy who actually had done that and we all let out tiny laughs.

“Alright, Alright, now if there are no-” Chiron started off but everyone gasped as two symbols glowed above two different demigods on each side of the amphitheatre.

One was a Hephaestus symbol over a little kid, I think his name was Harry, or Charlie, but I actually gasped happily as I saw the second symbol, an Apollo one above Eliza.

Both of them looked confused but easily happy and everyone stood up to kneel to both.

“All hail Harley and Eliza, Son of Hephaestus and daughter of Apollo.” Chiron proclaimed and everyone cheered as they both sat down with blushes on their faces.

I was proud and yes a little envious of Eliza for getting claimed so quickly and easily, but still we made eye contact and she happily waved at me and I laughed and waved back.

I almost forgot about Connor until everyone quieted down, and the music started, leaving me in my thoughts alone once again.

As the awkward tension began to feel almost unbearable, I had a sudden urge to do something I had never done or wanted to do. I didn’t place my hand on the seat next to us, waiting for him to grab it and prove we’re still close.

I grabbed his hand.

And he grabbed mine.

And I squeezed his tight, getting one in return, a silent promise never to give up on each other, even if it’s just as friends.  

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