#rp fic

[joelslegalwhre]

Hey anon! I love the idea, thanks for your request <3

Just us

pairing ⁀➷ henry cavill x fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 2.2k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ age gap (reader is in early 20’s, henry is 38), pure fluff, drunk Henry (but not in a bad way?), H/F means Henry's Friend, paparazzi

a/n ⁀➷ thanks for the request anon this was a blast to write!

Since an anon pointed this out to me; („paparazzi get called and scheduled“) they can also get their information about the whereabouts of a celeb from bartenders, spotters, etc… Please remember that I write fiction and not everything is like real life 100% of the time 🫶

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The night was truly not as you would have imagined it to be.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful.“ He slurred in your ear.

Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body. You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra.

Henry was drunk as hell, and you had to get him home now before he did something in public, that he would regret later.

Luckily, one of his mates had your number and texted you about half an hour ago.

H/F: Hey Y/N can you please pick Henry up? We might have had a little too much of…. everything...

You: I'm on my way

You instantly hoped that there would be no press around.

You couldn't use paparazzi now, but they kind of always knew where Henry was. At any time of the day… or night.

Henry's friend had sent you the address of the club right after your last message.

Usually Henry wasn't someone who partied much. You spent your weekends together on the couch, walking Kal, or cooking together. But who never went out partying on a weekend?

"Kal?" you peeked through the door into the living room. His head lifted from his big dog bed, and he looked at you, panting.

"I'm going to pick up Daddy, will you watch the house while I'm gone?" Excitedly, he wagged his tail when he trotted to you as if confirming it to you to watch out. Lovingly, you petted him behind his ears. "I won't be gone for long."

"Alright." You muttered to yourself as the car came to a hold. You thanked the cab driver who would wait for you, and got out at the back entrance of the club. You wouldn't have found a parking space in front of the club by car, so the cab was clearly the better option.

Fortunately, it wasn't very busy, and you couldn't see any paparazzi. You took your ID out of your pocket and immediately received a few strange looks from the security guards. Sure, probably very few people came here in jeans, a hoodie and sneakers.

The club was loud and sweaty, and you could feel the bass of the music pulse through your body.

Just then you realized that you didn't know where they were, and the club was quite big, so you texted Henry's friend again.

You: I'm here, where are you?

H/F: At the bar, you have to get to the back of the club

You: Thanks

Making your way through the crowd, you began to sweat in your hoodie but couldn't take it off unless you wanted to walk around in only your bra, which you obviously didn't. You saw them just a moment later, all of them looking rather drunk. A chuckle left your lips when you saw Henry on a bar stool, resting his elbow on the counter. He was clearly drunk as hell. You wondered how they managed not to get the attention of the whole club by now, usually wherever Henry went the people recognized him. Right when you thought that, two girls walked up to them.

Henry didn't even see them, too interested to get the bartender's attention for another drink. His friends did though, just for the two girls to tap Henry's shoulder and flash him a flirty smile. He turned around by the sudden touch and drew his brows together. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you grinned when he pursed his lips, shaking his head with raised brows.

He removed the girl's hand off of his arm, and his friends suppressed a laugh.

Just then, you finally reached them and immediately caught Henry's attention. „Hi, boys.“ you greeted his friends, and immediately got smiles and waving hands back.

„Excuse me, if you'd be so nice…“ You dryly said and squeezed past the girls, „l'm going to get this drunk mountain of a man home.“

„And who are you?" One of them asked with a deprecating look, eyeing you up and down.

„Mine." Henry answered for you. He grabbed the hem of your hoodie and pulled you to his chest. „Hey baby.” He purred as he put his big hands on your cheeks and kissed you.

You could taste the alcohol on his lips but didn't mind one bit. His curls were tousled, and you wanted to run your hands through them, to make them even messier. And as much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you broke away from him.

Henry still had his hands on your cheeks.

Your hands went to his and gently withdrew them from your cheeks. "You need a bed." you laughed lightly.

"Only if you are part of the bed too." He grinned and you shook your head, giggling. "Not today, Cavill."

Henry grimaced, „C'mon baby…..please".

„How old are you anyway?" one of them interrupted the two of you. „Yeah, are you even allowed into a club?" the two girls were still giving you deprecating looks,

„I'm old enough, thanks for your concern." you tried your best to sound as nice as you could.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful." He slurred in your ear. Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body.

You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra. „Stop that." you lightly chuckled. Your hands softly grabbed his and removed them from your sides. „You can do that at home. When you're sober." you whispered into his ear, knowing damn right what it would do to him.

You turned to Henry's friend who had texted you, „Thank you." you chuckled, and he just raised his glass with a smile and nodded.

„Alright, let's go." you chuckled and took Henry's large hand. „Night, boys.

"They all gave an almost harmonic, and drunken, "Ciao, y/n", which made you laugh.

On your way out, you could still feel the gazes of the two girls on your back.

The same security guards that eyed you for your unusual choice of clothes when you entered the club, were now giving you the same looks. Not because of your clothes, though. You and Henry's hands were intertwined as you two exited the club, and he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You knew that look, it wasn't the „Omg, look that's Henry Cavill!“ , but rather the „She must at least be 15 years younger than him." look.

And even though there were almost 17 years between you and Henry, you looked even younger than you really were. Something the press absolutely loved, of course.

The moment you and Henry walked out of the club, you were greeted by blinding lights, dozens of shouting paparazzi.

Henry's grip on your hand tightened and no matter how drunk he was, he immediately switched to being your protector.

Almost everyone with a camera shouted his name, the few without were shouting various questions;

„How much younger is she?"

„Is this your girlfriend, Henry?"

„Who is she?"

„What's the name of the girl, Henry?"

And so much more that got lost in all the voices and shouting.

Henry let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, protecting you from the paparazzi. „Give us some space, goddamn." you could hear how he tried not to sound as drunk as he really was. And you loved him even more for doing his best to keep you safe even when he wasn't feeling his best.

He pressed you against his chest and continued mumbling complaints.

Normally Henry was one of the most polite celebrities you knew, he smiled and gave them answers most of the time, but today they were definitely crossing a line.

He didn't stop walking, nor taking his arm from your shoulder when he grabbed the hood on your hoodie and pulled it down to shelter your face from them. In all the hectic and flashlights, you totally forgot that you could do that. Which once more showed that Henry might have been drunk, but he was still your protector, no matter what.

You helped him by guiding the way to the cab, still waiting for you outside the club. The paparazzi were following you until both of you got in, the car door shutting out their questions and the sounds of clicking cameras. „Fuck, I'm sorry, peaches."

„It’s fine, Hen. Don’t worry about it.“

Last night when you had made it home, Kal was impatiently waiting for you two. Whenever you didn't come home with Henry, which got rarer with each week, he got quite confused why his new mommy wasn't coming home with his dad.

Who was absolutely wasted right now. When he hit the soft bed, a moan left his mouth. „Wait a second before you fall asleep." you giggled, „l'll be right back." With Kal by your side, you went downstairs into the kitchen, getting Henry a glass of water and ibuprofen.

„Look at him, Kal." the dog looked at his dad and back up to you. A snort escaped your mouth. The mattress sank down next to Henry. „Babe... Hen." you lightly caressed his cheek. „It's better to take them now."

His eyes opened only so much to see you, he groaned but took the glass and the pill out of your hand.

You heard the door to the living room open and close, your head turning in Henry's direction. He blinked a few times, probably because the sun was still brightly illuminating the room. You looked up at him from were you were sitting on the floor, scratching Kal behind his ears, while Henry approached you. „Morning, bear." you smiled at him.

„Good morning, peaches." The sight of you and Kal together in his home was one of the things Henry loved the most. Thus, why he always wanted you to stay at his, so much so that it wouldn't take him much longer to ask you to move out of your own apartment.

He sat down on the couch behind you and patted his broad tights. He hugged your waist as you snuggled up to him, one leg draped over his thigh. „Thanks for the painkillers." he mumbled into your hair, breathing in the scent.

They smelled like peaches, and more so like home. „lt's an old trick my cousin told me about. The headaches are much less painful if you take them at night first and then again in the morning." you grinned at him. Henry kissed your forehead, keeping his lips there a little longer.

„l love you." he whispered.

„I love you too." your hands rested on his muscular chest. You just laid there for some time, Kal sleeping on his dog pillow, and listening to the birds singing outside.

„I bet the pictures are everywhere by now.”

You raised your head to look at him. A heavy breath escaped your lungs and Henry stroked your hair.

„Let them talk." you said.

„Who are they to tell us what to do and whom to date? Martin Freeman is married to Rachel Mariam, and she is 21 years younger than him." you played with Henry's fingers, „it's not like l'm underage.” Henry chuckled at your comparison.

„But you know what you are?" Henry asked with a soft smile. You propped yourself up on his chest, „What?"

„You are the woman I love. You are the only one I will ever love and the one I want to call the mother of my children. You," he stopped and looked at you with a look of pure love, „You're all I want."

With that, he had taken all the air from your lungs. Your mouth was slightly open and tears began to run down your cheeks.

"Oh baby, don't cry." Henry grinned as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"How am I not supposed to cry?" you sniffled. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever been told. And all those things, everything, I want all those things with you and only you."

As if Kal had been waiting for his moment, he put his head on Henry's thigh, looking at both of you. You giggled as you gently stroked his snout. "You too, Kal."

“l'm glad they know." Henry whispered to your hairline.

„Me too."

He wrapped his hands around you and pressed you back against his chest. His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, and slowly your eyes closed.

Henry took out his phone to take a picture of the three of you, Kal on his pillow, you asleep on his chest. One of your hands rested on his torso while the other was resting under your head. He smiled at the picture. The sun was still shining into the room, painting everything in a golden light.

With the caption „Just us" he posted the picture. Confirming it to the whole world.

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[nickfowlerrr]

i can see it now

pairing: sebastian x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. unprotected sex. fluff. these two wanna have a baby lol.

words: 1.1k

notes: what is this, you ask? who knows. i woke up at 2 something am (so like two hours ago) and ended up being sick - i’m not saying it’s bc i ate raw cookie dough earlier but if i had to guess 🥴 - anyway i was lying down trying to comfort myself and i wrote this little thing. admittedly i didn’t read through it and it’s not edited so i’m sure there’s some errors. i’ve never written for rp before (& i don’t think i will again 😬) and it’s very likely i’ll end up deleting this bc it’s really just self indulgent comfort smut but i thought i’d share it for now. good night. or morning. or whatever lol. 😚

“What do you think our kids will look like?” he asked as he pulled you closer into him, the comforter laid on top of your intertwined bodies.

“Hm,” you thought for a second. This was never a topic you had fully broached before yet he spoke with such certainty that it would happen. And as you thought, you realized how much you liked the idea of having kids with him. It felt right. You leaned your head up and with one hand tilted his down to you as you kissed his cheek. “Just as pretty as you,” you answered as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

Sebastian smiled as he stared down at you adoringly. “That was gonna be my answer,” he playfully chided as he squeezed you tighter.

“You wanna have kids with me?” he asked a little more seriousness in his voice now.

You didn’t need much of any time to think about it before you nodded against his chest. Pulling your head back to look at him while you answered, a soft “yeah” slipping past your lips.

His lips soon met yours in a gentle kiss as your hands wandering soothingly along each other’s bodies. The gentleness soon gave way to neediness and before you knew it you were slipping out of your pajamas and wrapping your legs around him while he moved to get on top of you.

“You’re gonna make me a daddy,” he whispered against your cheek as he laid atop you, slowly entering you with ease. Your hands were clutching his back as your eyes shut in pleasure, your back arching as your walls welcomed him.

You nodded fervently before his name started falling from your lips.

“Sebastian,” you moaned as he got a little faster, hands at your wide, fleshy hips holding you in place while he thrusted into you.

Somehow it was still gentle as he rocked his cock inside of you, stimulating your clit with his every move.

You felt yourself coming undone so much sooner than you normally did, your walls constricting around him as he leaned more of his weight into you, chasing his own end. You were panting and mewling beneath him as he took you apart so expertly.

“I love you, baby,” he panted in your ear. “So fucking much.”

You felt like crying as his thumb found your sensitive clit and began rubbing in tight circles, sending you head first into your orgasm while cries of his name and whimpers of “I love you”s came tumbling past your lips.

Sebastian was right behind you, ghosting the skin of your neck with his kisses and nipping your sensitive flesh every so often until his kisses became more bruising and he began rutting into you with little restraint.

“I’m gonna come,” he groaned as his grip on your hips tightened. “I’m gonna come inside you,” he moaned.

“Please,” you begged softly as your hands ran up and down his strong arms while he continued to keep his hold on you. “Sebastian, please,” you moaned out, the heels of your feet digging into his ass as you urged him closer, refusing to let him pull out - as if he was going to anyway.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as your walls tightened around him again, causing him to lose his rhythm completely as he spilled inside of you as deep as he could, filling you up while he emptied himself in your tight hole. When he was thoroughly satisfied, he slowly pulled out of you, placing kisses all over your face before he collapsed on top of you, his head on your chest as both of you were still regaining your breath.

Your fingers were playing in his hair, nails raking gently along his scalp while he hugged you and nuzzled further into the warmth of your chest, placing soft kisses along your skin every so often.

“You’re amazing,” he mumbled against you. “I love you so goddamn much,” he continued.

You couldn’t fight the smile that took over your face at his words.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, content to have him fall asleep atop you while you lulled him to sleep. His body weight a comfort you enjoyed having on top of you.

“You’re gonna be a great mom,” he spoke, his face nuzzling into your warm breast while he sighed in comfort. Your eyes threatened to water at his words as he cuddled you tighter for a moment.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he nodded against you. “You’re gonna be amazing.”

“I’m not pregnant yet,” you breathed a smile.

“Says who?” he challenged.

You laughed softly at him, your hands now rubbing up and down his back slowly and soothingly.

“Whenever it is we get pregnant,” you began, “You’re gonna be amazing, too. I can already see you now,” you smiled as you felt him do the same against your skin.

“We’re gonna have the cutest kids ever,” he said confidently.

“Oh, without a doubt,” you agreed.

“And so talented,” he continued.

“Award winners,” you nodded in agreement, your soft smile never leaving your lips.

“Just like their mom,” he grinned proudly.

“Just like their dad,” you reminded him in response.

He pushed himself up as he hovered above you, looking you in your eyes before he leaned closer. “I love you,” he told you again before his lips brushed yours.

“I love you,” you responded, feeling like the luckiest soul in the world. You met his lips again with a kiss of your own that had him smiling into you.

He moved himself down and over to lay beside you as he tugged you closer to him. He let his hand smooth over your curves as you laid on your side against him, rounding the shape of your ass before tickling down your thick thigh and back up again before he eventually rounded your hip and gently ran his fingers over your soft tummy. He kept at it, tickling you as his hands wandering all over - like he wanted to feel every inch of your skin under his light, careful touch while he admired your soft breathing and contented sighs and fluttering lashes as you melted into him. His arm wrapped around you as you cuddled into one another and eventually both of you fell asleep with peaceful smiles on your faces, dreams of your future together playing through your minds.

Only good things were on their way and you knew you had so much to look forward to with Sebastian by your side.

#sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #rp fic #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x plus size!reader #sebastian stan x curvy!reader #sebastian stan x plus size reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fluff

[my-head-is-an-animal]

Unfinished Sentences

A Ben Mendelsohn fic

Summary: You’re a actor who’s known for your indie work, but when you get a job working for Marvel on Secret Invasion with Ben Mendelsohn as your partner in crime, things may get complicated.  

Story Masterlist

Rating: 18 + Minors DNI

Chapter 5

Ben followed you out of the party and to the lift. Once again you found yourselves alone in a confined space, and it was exactly the thing you’d been trying to avoid for so long.

    ‘What floor are you on?’ You asked, noticing that he had yet to push a button. He just stared at you.

    Ben leaned across your body to press the button for the thirtieth floor, one below yours. When he pulled back, he made sure to hold your gaze and remain closer to you than he had previously been.

    You felt your body warming as he gently closed the gap. His hand on the railing behind you and the other placed carefully on the wall. Like you, he wasn’t risking a single touch just yet.

    ‘You smell good.’ You whispered, inhaling that cologne one more time.

    ‘Thank you.’ Ben smiled, his blue eyes scanning over your face. ‘You look…’

    ‘What?’

    ‘Better than good.’ He chuckled, making you bite your lip. He definitely liked that if his clenched jaw was anything to go on.

    ‘What’s better than good?’ You teased.

    ‘Sexy.’ He almost growled. ‘Gorgeous. Beautiful.’

    You stuttered over your next breath, catching his attention enough for him to smirk.

    The lift came to a stop and Ben took a moment before standing back, allowing you to exit first. You needed to take a breath, to compose yourself and make sure your body was working before walking.

    Ben took out his wallet to find his key card and you felt a little nervous while he led you down the corridor to his room. You focused on your steps, watching yourself place one foot in front of the other, before Ben came to a stop out of the corner of your eye.

    He looked over at you, still smirking as he opened the door, letting you go in first. The room was lit by the two lamps either side of the bed the second his key card went into the slot beside the door.

    ‘Y/N.’ He said, gently, making you turn around to see him.

    It was like he was caught off guard for a moment, his eyes drifting over your body for a moment. He swallowed thickly. It was suddenly very obvious, it was hunger. Whenever he clenched his jaw or turned away, when his eyes locked with yours, it was his hunger for you, his need for you and you couldn’t escape a similar feeling whenever you looked at him.

    ‘You’re beautiful.’ He said, simply and purely. ‘Just beautiful.’

    You didn’t get the chance to say anything else, Ben took one step towards you, turning to pin you to the wall and kiss you harshly. You both groaned with relief, you hadn’t realised how much you needed each other until that moment. You held onto his shoulders, his hands gliding down your waist, one descending to your thigh and lifting it around his hips.

    Ben’s hands were a little rough, but they were caring and strong and the way they glided over you told you everything you needed to know. His lips were soft, passionate and wanting, needing. He needed to devour you and it sent hot rushes through your whole body.

    Suddenly he slowed and you couldn’t take another rejection, you couldn’t have him tell you this couldn’t happen, after all the work he did to convince you this could be a good idea, you couldn’t stop now.

    ‘Tell me what you like.’ He breathed, softly kissing and licking your lower lip. ‘I know you like kissing me, but tell me where to kiss you, tell me what you like, my angel.’

    You couldn’t help your breathy laugh, he wasn’t kidding around when he told you what he wanted.

    ‘My neck.’ You managed to get out between breaths, just the feel of him so close was enough to send your head into a tailspin.

    ‘Your neck?’ Ben teased, still smirking. He brought his hand from your waist to your jaw, tracing his fingertips over it and down to the sensitive skin across your neck and shoulder. ‘Oh, I think it’s more than that.’ He smiled a wicked smile, before gently kissing down your jawline.

    Ben managed to find that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder, your sudden gasping being the strong indicator he needed, but if you were going to have this night with him, it would be exactly what you both wanted.

    ‘Harder.’ You breathed and suddenly Ben was growling into the skin, kissing harsher, using his teeth to extract harsher and harsher moans from your chest. ‘Yes.’ You half breathed, half moaned, making him chuckle against you.

    Ben nipped you one last time, before returning to your mouth, placing light kisses across your mouth.

    ‘Turn around.’ He spoke quietly, but you didn’t dare disobey. He helped you turn around to face the wall, Ben’s finger drifting from the base of your spine up to where your dress was tied in place. ‘Does it make you happy to know that the sight of you from behind was what had me unable to stand properly in the theatre today?’ He said, pulling the strap open.

    ‘Oh really?’ You panted, smiling at the thought that he could look at you that way.

    ‘Fuck.’ He breathed and began kissing your shoulder, pulling the dress down your body so you were left in just your heels. Ben suddenly stopped, looking down and you knew exactly what had him growling. ‘Jesus Christ.’ He breathed. ‘I would’ve fingered you in the theatre and fucked you on the balcony if I’d known.’

    ‘Oh, fuck, Ben. Please.’ You begged, making him chuckle darkly.

    ‘Begging now, are we?’ He whispered close to your ear, his hand bringing yours together to keep pinned to the wall in front of you, the other gliding down your spine and between your legs. Without the barrier of underwear, he could feel how wet you were for him. ‘Fucking hell.’ He panted into your neck. ‘All this after one kiss?’

    You wanted to laugh, but the way his fingers were moving over your clit and dipping into your core, it had you unable to do anything except push your body back against him and hope he showed a little mercy on you.

    ‘Fuck, Ben please.’ You begged again.

    ‘Please, what?’ He cooed. ‘Tell me what you like, what you really like.’

    You panted, knowing this could go both wats if you revealed what you actually liked. ‘Edge me.’ You whispered.

    Ben suddenly pressed hard into you, almost slamming you into the wall. His breathing was harsh and heavy.

    ‘Fuck me, you’re so fucking perfect.’ He chuckled, kissing your neck as he began circling your clit from behind. You wondered very briefly if he was going to be able to edge you, considering this was the first time you’d been together, but it soon became obvious that Ben knew exactly what he was doing with your body. ‘You have no idea how many times I’ve gotten off thinking about this.’ He whispered just below your ear, it made you moan, the thought of him coming to thought of you edging was one that brought you so close. Luckily, he felt it and took his hand away, running his hand up your waist and cupping your breast.

    ‘Ben.’ You groaned, half hating that he stopped, but secretly loving it.

    ‘God, I’ll never get used to hearing that from your mouth.’ He dragged his teeth over your earlobe.

    Once you were calmed down enough, Ben went back to teasing your clit another three, four, five times until you physically felt yourself unable to hold yourself up anymore.

    ‘Ready to step it up?’ Ben smiled into your shoulder. All you could do was nod. ‘Good girl.’

    ‘Oh my God.’ You almost feel from how weak those words made you.

    Ben chuckled. ‘Fuck, I knew you were filthy, but this is something special, Y/N.’ He gently kissed your cheek. ‘Don’t move.’ He commanded and you wouldn’t dare disappoint.

    Ben pulled away slowly, giving you the time to hold yourself up. You could hear him taking his jacket and shirt off, feel his hand finally removing your dress from around your ankles and putting everything to one side.

    ‘Come on.’ His voice was lighter and gentler, clearly seeing the mess you’d become, he didn’t want to hurt you, but he did want you to lie back on the bed. ‘That’s it, just relax.’ He let you lie down and kissed you gently, making you hum. ‘You wanna come for me?’ You nodded, not quite able to use words, but needing the ache between your legs to be taken care of. ‘Okay,’ Ben smiled. ‘I think you’ve got one more in you. What do you say? One more and then I’ll let you come?’

  You whimpered a little at the thought of being teased once again, but something inside you just wanted to obey. You nodded and looked up at his beautiful dark eyes.

    ‘Good girl.’ He whispered again and kissed you.

    Ben began descending down your neck, worshipping your breasts with his mouth and teeth, before lowering his mouth between your legs. You could hear him growling as his whole mouth enveloped you. God, he was good at this. He’d learnt enough using his fingers, he knew what he was doing with his tongue.

    He slid two fingers inside you and you almost came, he could feel it and stopped what he was doing, waiting to see if you’d disobey him or not.

    ‘Oh, you really are a good girl.’ Ben chuckled, lifting himself up, holding his hand in place while he unbuckled his belt. He was keeping you just on the edge and you knew exactly why. He pushed his trousers and briefs down and your mouth watered at the sight of him. You knew you’d clenched around his fingers, because he smirked down at you.

    Ben slowly withdrew his hand from inside you, running them over the length of his cock, before running it through your folds which were at risk of soaking the sheets beneath you.

    He held himself in position, just teasing your entrance.

    ‘Hey, look at me.’ He said, affectionately. You held his gaze as he slid himself all the way inside you, you couldn’t help your whimper, just his expression of relief had you needing more of him.

    It was only one slow thrust that had you coming hard around him, never taking your eyes away from his. God, it was the best orgasm you’d ever had. How could he possibly know that was what you needed?

    ‘Fuck, you’re so beautiful, Y/N.’ Ben whispered and suddenly it was as if he was no longer in control of himself, he began thrusting into you at a pace that only served to bring you to the edge once more. ‘That’s it, baby, come for me.’ He panted, not stopping fucking you. You knew you were digging your nails into his back, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, it only seemed to make him fuck you harder.

    You came harder than before and Ben needed to slow down and breathe for a moment, it made you laugh, which he couldn’t help but join in.

    ‘This could be very embarrassing for me.’ He chuckled into your shoulder.

    ‘I can tell.’ You teased, kissing the side of his head as you tried to calm down.

    ‘You making fun of me?’ He pouted playfully.

    ‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’ You leaned up to kiss him, making him groan into the contact. God, this man could kiss.

    Ben sank deeper into the kiss and you could feel him twitching inside you, it gave you an idea.

    ‘Lie down.’ You whispered, feeling him smile wickedly against your mouth.

    Ben rolled over onto his back and you followed, the length of your body lining up with his. His hands delved into your hair as you reached down to realign his cock and sat back slowly.

    ‘Oh fuuuuuuck.’ Ben’s head lolled back, he looked so good.

    You sat up and leaned back a little further, taking him deeper and watched his face go from pleasure to euphoria. Ben grabbed your hips and let his gaze move over your body as you moved over him.

    ‘God, yes.’ He moaned.

    You moved your hand down to circle your clit while you rocked over his cock, something he couldn’t help but watch intently. You kept it up until you were tightening around his cock and crying out his name. Ben’s hand tightened on your hips, holding you in place while you came around him.

    He didn’t waste a single second, he manoeuvred you both so you were face down against the bed and he was on top of you, sliding his cock inside you, while his mouth went straight to that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. You were basically screaming into the sheets, gripping them so tight your knuckles were white.

    Ben fucked you deep and fast, chasing his own orgasm.

    You managed to find something of a voice to use. ‘You gonna come for me, baby?’ You panted.

    ‘Fucking hell.’ Ben laughed and gave a couple more thrusts before he was crying out your name into your neck.

    It was a moment before you both were laughing and giggling like teenagers. Your limbs were shaking and Ben wasn’t much better, but he still kissed your temple softly and gently leaned his forehead to yours.

    ‘That was definitely your A game, Angel.’ He said, making you laugh again.

    Ben pulled himself out of you and knocked your heels off, before helping you up. You showered together like it was the natural thing to do and for some reason, you just couldn’t stop kissing each other. It was as if you’d never done it before and it was all a new experience.

    ‘You look good without makeup.’ Ben said, holding your waist while you wiped away the smudges left behind by your mascara and eyeliner.

    ‘You think?’ You frowned, thinking you looked incredibly plain.

    He kissed the side of your head. ‘Definitely.’ He whispered and left you in peace for a moment.

    You thought about what you had done together and decided Ben Mendelsohn was probably the best fuck you’d ever had. You left the bathroom to find him hanging his suit back up and smiling bashfully. Your dress was already hung next to it, and you just chuckled.

    ‘Suppose I should get going.’ You sighed, noting the disappointment in his eye.

    ‘You can stay if you want.’ Ben said, leaning on the wall, awkwardly.

    You just smiled. ‘I don’t even have underwear here.’

    He laughed, nodding. ‘True.’ He agreed. ‘Just stay for a bit. Can’t have people watching you do the walk of shame so early in the evening anyway.’

    You burst out laughing, but ultimately agreeing.

    Ben slid under the sheets and you followed, loving the feel of his chest beneath you. He was incredibly warm and comfortable and you honestly didn’t want to leave. Ever.

    You’d both ended up falling asleep in his bed, but you woke early enough that you could leave without being seen and more importantly without disturbing Ben. You thought momentarily about waking him to say goodbye, but he was exhausted, and you didn’t think it worth it. You’d see each other at breakfast anyway.

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#Ben Mendelsohn #ben mendelsohn x reader #ben medelsohn fic #rp fic

[buckysbaron]

If you'd like to elaborate in the comments please do! I'm just trying to figure out what most people would prefer, because I'm not sure I have a preference for my own writing... Thanks! :')

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#my poll #rp fic #roleplay fic

[orpheusredux]

Am at the airport, flying home from a work thing, and my traitor brain is like, “Imagine you’re here to meet our boyfriend, Joseph Quinn… imagine you’ve been apart for *weeks*, imagine he’s coming to meet your family. Imagine… imagine, he gets off the plane and you’re so excited to see each other you can’t stop kissing, you’re making a huge scene in the airport arrivals gate, he’s basically bending you over backwards to get his tongue in your mouth. Now, imagine you drag him into the toilets and go to town on each other because you *fucking have to*, like, it’s a biological imperative at this point. You need to be on him like…*yesterday* … because you knew you missed him, you knew it sucked being apart, sleeping apart, but when you saw him come through those gates, pushing his trolley full of suitcases, with a duty free bag full of booze and fags, and a bottle of Guerlain Rosa Rosso scent for you sitting in top (he says it smells like your sex), you knew: this is it for you; he is it for you. So, imagine pushing him into a cubical, and dropping to your knees, and imagine him saying, “Fuck I knew you’d be like this. Been half hard thinking about it,” as you rip open his suit pants, and pull out his cock. Imagine licking your lips and kissing the tip while you look up into his eyes, and then imagine realising, as the tip of your tongue swirls round the soft, velvety head, the delicious fucking pervert has washed his cock in the plane bathroom before he landed because he knew, *knew*, you were as much of a perv as him. Imagine watching his eyes roll back in his head as you suck him down, feeling his hands drift up to cup your skull, his hips gently fucking himself into your throat. And imagine basically guzzling his junk for half an hour because you always thought you were an ordinary young person, but it turns out you are a cock-hungry come slut for *one particular man*. Like, imagine that,” my traitor brain says.

THANKS FOR NOTHING, TRAITOR BRAIN.

Like I’m literally sitting here with two execs and the CEO hoping no one notices I’m about to cream my tights.

#joseph quinn fic #Joseph quinn #rp fic #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn smut #no minors

[sterling-writes]

Episode One: Haven

Chapter Two

Summary: Xander finds himself in the company of an unexpected guest: the king of the Underworld. However, something seems different about the king, and Xander suspects that there may be a larger mystery at hand. It's up to him to get to the bottom of it, but the king is one tough nut to crack.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2000

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Random visits aren't uncommon. There are deals to make, favors to fulfill, timelines to correct…

But, to Xander, something doesn't add up. Why would the king of Hell hide in the shadows like some horror movie? In his house, no less.

He scans through the darkness to assess the room.

There's little light for him to work with. All the lights are off—the only illumination being a full-length mirror hanging on the far wall, reflecting the light from the hallway behind him.

An oversized couch sits empty in the center of the space, bookended by wide armchairs, also unoccupied. A long coffee table stretches across the floor to reach each seat, topped with a few drink coasters and remotes.

Two glass-doored bookcases, lined with streaky white paint, stand against the room's left wall. They sandwich an elaborate yet disorganized entertainment center. Cords and wires snake over and under, stringing from the large TV to various consoles and outlets.

A couple of side tables hold up pieces of art under framed paintings and family photos, which lead to a decently sized piano in the far right corner. Next to it sits a piano bench—empty.

It's all untouched. Nothing missing, nothing broken. No signs of struggle or commotion. 

As far as he knows, they're alone.

The figure in the corner finally breaks the silence with a low voice. "I was beginning to think you'd gone to bed."

With one last glance over his shoulder, Xander cautiously steps into the room. "Nope… Just getting settled in."

The room falls dead quiet again, somewhere between tense and awkward.

Xander drops his gaze and furrows his brow. Is he missing something? Is there some deal that he forgot about and messed up somehow? What's with the silent treatment?

Pondering his thoughts with his eyes on the floor, he notices a mark on the carpet. He trails his gaze along the floor and realizes he's following a path of dirty footsteps from the front door to where the king stands in muddy boots.

"...Out for a stroll?" Xander tries, taking another step closer.

"Not exactly." The king responds, shrinking further into himself, still facing away from Xander.

Why is everyone in this damn family so stubborn?

"Then to what do I owe the pleasure?" Xander asks, his exhaustion catching up with him. He glances at his watch. "The eleven-o'clock-at-night pleasure?"

Another unsettling beat of silence passes.

He huffs. "Will you please just tell me what's going—"

"She won't get away with this." The king finally hisses.

"...Who?"

"That sad excuse for a goddess." He lets out a dark chuckle. 

I guess these two are at it again. "What did Hela do?"

"She made a fatal mistake," the king says with a growl. "One that I will make sure she regrets in good time."

Xander lets out a sustained sigh, looking at the ceiling. Why now? Why tonight?

"I swear, when I get back, I'll make that Asgardian scum— "

"Is that all?" Xander snaps.

He feels a twinge of guilt as it leaves his mouth. He'd rather not have to talk that way, especially not to family. But he'd also rather not go in circles all night.

The king's voice grows aggravated. "You think I have nothing better to do than chat with the likes of you? Of course that's not all."

"Then get to the point, Beauregard. It's late, and I—"

"I had nowhere else to go."

The room stands still. The king's voice is quieter now, softer and almost weak. Any heat from his rage turns cold as his shoulders shrink further.

It then dawns on Xander: is Beauregard… smaller?

At first, he attributed it to Beauregard's posture, but the longer Xander stares, he becomes more sure.

Something is different. Beauregard has changed.

"Beau…"

The king stiffens.

"Turn around." Xander leans forward, squinting through the darkness to better gauge what exactly happened to Beauregard. Though he can't see much, he notices that Beauregard is trembling—with anger? Fear? With what?

With a newfound swell of protective instinct, Xander drops all sense of caution. He reaches to the wall and flicks on the light switch.

The king winces at the sudden brightness, shielding his eyes and turning more into the corner.

Xander doesn't have time to be gentle. He's in 'father' mode now. And something is wrong.  

"Beauregard, what happened?" He asks more sternly.

No response.

Closing the gap in the room between the two, Xander reaches for the king's shoulder to spin him around. "I can't help you unless—"

Then Xander sees his face.

Not only is Beauregard nearly a foot shorter than the last time they met, but he's also completely changed.

His double sets of twisted towering horns have shrunk into two short singular horns, no longer than that of a goat's.

The wrinkles by his eyes and the lines on his forehead are now entirely absent, leaving behind smooth and soft pale skin. He doesn't even have stubble anymore.

His long black hair, which used to look more like Xander's, is shorter now—an inch or two above his shoulders.

There's no denying it: he looks younger.

Now, he looks just like—

"Oh, Beau…"

Turning away his head, Beauregard wipes at an angry tear. He winces as his hand brushes against a deep bruise under the corner of his eye.

Gods, when I find out who hurt him— Xander shuts his eyes and sets his rage aside. With a deep breath, he drags Beauregard into his long arms, firm and secure. "It's okay. It's going to be okay."

Beauregard stands in the embrace stiffly, then very slightly sinks into Xander.

After a moment, he huffs. "Unhand me, Talaros."

Giving Beauregard one last tight squeeze, Xander lets him go and kneels down to meet his eye level. "Look at me."

With a stubborn sniffle, Beauregard glares at him through his tears.

"We're going to figure this out, alright? I'm going to help you." He lays his large hands on Beauregard's shoulders. "We'll get you home."

Beauregard eyes Xander, then gives him a nod.

Standing back up to his full height, Xander exhales. "But first, you'll have to tell me what happened."

If the very past-due bedtime wasn't enough to make Xander ready to fall asleep where he sits, then watching Beauregard's continuous pacing certainly is. His heavy eyes follow the pair of muddy boots as they march anxiously.

From one side of the living room to the other. Back and forth.

Over and over.

And over…

"Are you even listening?"

Beauregard's sudden snap makes Xander shake off a sleepy nod. "Of course, yes. I'm listening." Xander sighs as he's met with a glare. "I am listening." He adjusts so he's sitting more at attention. "So let me make sure I've got it right—

You were going about your day, overseeing your kingdom, when Hela's goons suddenly showed up and escorted you to her side of the Underworld, and she…?"

"And she threw me out!" Beauregard explodes, beginning to pace again. "Ridiculous! She can raise the dead all she likes, but that doesn't give her any right to banish me.

With a yawn, Xander sits back into the cushions.

Beauregard growls. "She doesn't have what it takes to be a real ruler. To deal with even half the things I must see to."

Xander props his head on his fist, leaning on the arm of the couch as Beauregard continues his rant.

"That witless woman. Doesn't she know I have deals to collect on? Orders to give? Souls to claim? Disasters to quell?!"

Xander watches with an absent nod.

"She's no more than a mere Asgardian exile. Thinking she can test me… the gall. "

Glancing at the time again, Xander sighs. "So she de-ages you… Then what?"

"She…" Beauregard groans and gestures with his hands. "...blocked my magic, somehow. She managed to expel me from the land of the dead and dumped me—" He wrinkles his nose. "Here."

Xander raises an eyebrow. "And you have no idea why?"

Beauregard huffs out a laugh. "Perhaps she thought she could humiliate me." He shakes his head. "Just wait until I return. She'll learn the true meaning of humiliation."

"I meant, do you know why she would do any of this?"

Crossing his arms, Beauregard forms an incredulous grin. "Why wouldn't she? With me out of the way, she can claim what is rightfully mine! She can rule the entire Underworld, unchallenged!" He laughs. "Or so she thinks. When I get back, I'll show her a real challenge—"

"Alright, alright." Xander stretches his hand out. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. What about Oliver? Is he able to—"

Beauregard stomps to a halt. “No.”

"Why not?"

"Don't," he says in a haunted hiss.

Sheesh. I guess they're still not on great terms, either.

"Okay, then… What happens when you try to go back?"

"Hah!" Beauregard spins to face him. "And how am I supposed to attempt that when I don't have my magic?" He sneers, pointing a boot at Xander. "Why do you think I had to traipse about your filthy world to find you?" 

Xander shoots him a warning look. "Beauregard, I am just trying to help you. If you want to undo being turned into a teenager, then stop acting like one. "

Beauregard's mouth drops open. "How DARE you speak to the KING—"

"That's enough!" Xander presses himself to his feet. "You're no king here. And if you'd like to be a king at all, then—"

"I will not take orders from the likes of—"

"Do you want my help or not?!" Xander bellows.

Beauregard sucks in a breath to retaliate when he's interrupted by the sound of a door closing.

Both of them fall silent and snap their heads towards the foyer.

They can hear keys jingling and rattling as they're set down next to the front door. A pair of shoes clack once each as they're removed and placed on a shoe rack.

Xander meets Beauregard's eyes, who gives him an annoyed shrug.

He pats Beauregard's shoulder as he passes to see who's there.

He heads for the foyer and pauses in the doorway, catching the sight of a tiny woman.

"Clarice?"

With a small squeak, she turns to face Xander and whispers with a bright grin. "Hey."

Xander returns the smile, albeit less enthused, as he glances back over his shoulder. "Hey—you're home early." He strides forward and pulls on the back of Clarice's coat, slipping it off her shoulders.

She steps out of the coat to reveal a short dress made of aqua blue velvet. One of the thin straps slips to the side of her shoulder as she reaches to hang her coat on the rack.

"What are you doing here?" Xander asks, taking the coat from her and placing it on the hook with ease.

"Oh, we decided to call it," Clarice says, sliding the fallen strap back to its proper place. "Kat had to go; it sounded serious. We all felt weird hanging out at her party without her, so we decided to head back."

"What's going on?"

"Some drama with her father, I guess." She runs her hands along the skirt of her dress to straighten out some folds and wrinkles. "You know how that goes."

Loki… Xander nods to himself. That adds up.

"But it's good to see you." Clarice steps up to him, reaching up high to pull him down and kiss him.

Xander kisses her back and moves a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's good to see you too. Listen, we need to talk—"

"Oh! Hold on, that reminds me." She pats his cheek and bends down to look through her bag on the floor. "I got you a little…." She trails off, scanning her gaze along the muddy trail on the carpet.

"Yeah, about that…." Xander sighs.

Clarice looks up at him.

With a shrug, he steps to the side to let her peer into the living room.

Beauregard offers a small, unenthused wave.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Xander places a hand on her shoulder and sends a wave back to Beauregard. "Like I said, we need to talk."

#confessions of a teenage mortal #oc fic #episode one #chapter two #sterling-writes #my stuff #oc #my writing #marvel #rp fic #teen mortal #confessions

[chevvy-yates]

See you again in the Afterlife – Part II

Arki? V repeats in his head. He doesn’t know why but his synapses instantly connected it with 秋 (Aki), Japanese for Fall, and 赤 (Aka), also Japanese for red, sounding so similar to it. Must be because of the man's dark-red hair and his eye color. “Name’s Vijay Steyr,” V replies almost automatically as he takes Arki’s offer to shake hands with him, feeling a strong grip. No wonder the guy was able to lift that heavy Burya of his like it weighs nothing than just a feather. “But jus’ V’s fine,” he adds, almost about to trail off for a second getting distracted by the golden shimmer the cyberware lines on the man’s neck caused once again as Arki moved to lean back.

V clears his throat while Arki is calm and composed. He seems in a good mood and smirks at him as he continues to sip his drink appreciatively. V notices that the man seems to enjoy his company and he definitely won his attention because he listens to him seriously as V continues on. “Sure, could’ve scanned ya easily, but would’ve only spoiled my enjoyment of finding out if I was right about you — Cheatin’s boring. Didn’t expect you to admit it so easily, though.” V moves a bit closer now, adding in a slight whisper, “I mean, you? — Demon of Kabuki? Whew.” Somehow, he thinks it wouldn’t be nice to talk loudly about it.

Vijay’s confidence conjures another little smile onto Arki’s lips. “Me? — that demon story is a scary one.” For a moment his gaze trails off to his drink, watching the liquid rotating clockwise as he sways the glass in his hand. “Some people just get inspired by it. Dress up like it — feel themselves threatening,” he says next, his gaze back up to Vijay but red eyes looking past him at a red-haired lookalike with a mask on in the distance near the entrance. Somehow, V knew that he would get this answer like last time at first. It only makes him look more intently at Arki. You’re jus’ sayin’ it ‘cause anybody could be listening now. He didn’t expect him to reveal himself just like that.

Since Arki seems to take his time, V choses to observe him more closely, now that he could actually see his face. Some heavy dark make-up accentuates what V had known first of him: his red eyes, that seem to be fixing something in the distance behind him. Besides the golden lines on the sides of his neck his face was decorated with another pair of thin cyberware lines, two on each side, that are leading from his eyes to the side of his head giving more weight to the man’s cheekbones. One of them, however, collides with a scar adorning the right part of his face. If you don’t look at it closely you wouldn’t notice because it blends almost perfectly with the cyberware. Yet, it’s there — starting right from under his eye all the way down to his chin V assumes. He can’t see it because it vanishes under a perfectly grown and nicely trimmed beard. He wonders what caused it while he could swear he saw some faint smirk on the man’s dark lips newly graced with a golden tint. Suddenly, Arki leans over again, adding in a quieter tone, “There’s a thrill in letting someone know at times. I’m sure you can handle it.” Once again, his voice was purring and sounds somewhat playful yet melodic, finally confirming Vijay he was right about him being that demon, and V finds his peace placing a content smile onto his lips.

He leans back again bringing his hand up to scratch his nose shortly, suddenly remembering that Arki said the drink he is having is off the menu. Wait. Only dead legends are on the menu: Johnny Silverhand or David Martinez just to name two of them. V examines Arki intently once again. There is something about him telling V that the man was no regular merc visiting the Afterlife. Otherwise he would have run into him before. Only regular gonks and midclass mercs, like him, stayed around here. The best mercs however, preferred to stay in the back together with Night City’s finest fixers. If you wanted to be one of them, well — you must have done something notable and managed to stay alive. You one of them? Arki is just about to take another sip, when V points at it, telling a bit amused, “So, you got your own drink, but it’s off the menu — tells me you must be some livin’ legend, huh?”

Arki shakes his head and answers with a more serious tone, “Tells you wrong — Legends are dead. I’m alive. This drink here means nothing. You get this as a bonus after proving yourself. If you like to, see it as a little privilege then, but it guarantees nothing.” He pauses, gaze fixing Vijay’s intently, who still holds it with bravery not even about to blink for once. “Want to land on that list? Die in a glorious way — mid-op best.”

V notices the shift in Arki’s talk as he is listening mindfully, waiting for Arki to speak further. “My goal in this life is not to turn into one of these sad legend stories — nobody’s goal on this paper was. But if I won’t make it, Claire wouldn’t be so embarrassed naming some rum-NiCola.” Arki’s smooth voice sounds more serious and even his look at him shows a certain earnestness. The answer V just got lets him think now. The man really has a point there. It was in fact no one’s goal to land on the menu after they died. And yet, there is a horde of young mercs wanting to end as a cocktail. Be a legend like Silverhand, but dying off like flies getting smacked with a flyswatter instead, not even making it to anything serious.

Vijay watches Arki tensely as the dark-red-haired man’s gaze turns away from him looking at the back bar now. V couldn’t make out exactly which point the man was fixing right now but it must be something that has to do with the legends. Arki is looking at Johnny’s favorite bottle displayed on the wall shelf. He exhales some air a bit heavily and sighs, because the ginger-haired man next to him woke up what Johnny left after himself. V on the other hand guesses he unintentionally touched a sore spot here, so he chooses not to ask further. The way Arki shifted his way of talking told him so. If it was a personal issue, it was none of his business anyway. After all, they just met. And somehow it also puts V in a sad mood, too, as he remembers his once best friend happened to land on that list as well. Yes, you could order a Jackie Welles now.

V didn’t know how, though but guessed Welles told Claire his recipe and after everybody knew Jackie died during this stupid top-secret job, he told V nothing about, well Jackie joined that list now a dead legend, too. Stupid fool. Vijay never found out anything about that secret job though. Someone knew how to erase all traces perfectly with him giving up at some point because he needed to go on with his life.

Meanwhile Arki’s look turned back to him. He notices that the ginger-haired must also hang in thoughts right now, because his eyes don’t seem to be focussing on anything of importance. Adorable, he thinks. Just look at this nose! Are you one of those statues of ancient beauty, reincarnated? Somehow, Arki can’t shake the feeling, that this young man right next to him posed hundreds of years ago for a famous master, giving his pure face to some painted god. Arki enjoys looking at him a little longer as he is waiting patiently. Eventually Vijay’s eyes focus back on him, realizing the other man is waiting for him to answer, so he does. “Ah, spoke before thinkin’. You’re right. There's no livin’ legends. Never saw a point why peepz are so bats about wantin’ to die so they jus’ could be added onto a list as stupid cocktail names amongst those who didn’t intend to be. Life’s a precious gift — ‘specially in this city. You’re lucky if you make it past 40 these days. People dyin’ of old age should be legends instead, not some young gonks who don’t make anythin’ remarkable.”

Arki nods at that. He’s satisfied that the other man saw his point and agreed. His new ginger mate does seem to make the impression he’s a smart cookie, who won’t waste his life being busy chasing the wrong goal. “Talking about life by the way — This is the second time you managed to find me.” V notices that the dark-red-haired man is giving him one of those tiny smirks again before he continues, “Maybe you’re just lucky, but if this continues, I might start to think that our paths go together.” Vijay can only blink at him when a barkeeper shows up to interrupt, handing a black shard case to Arki. He quickly hides it in his pocket and proceeds to empty his glass, which tells V, he is ready to leave now. Arki moves to stand from his bar stool but not without looking at V, their gazes meeting intently for a last time. “Maybe I’m your new confidant? Next time will tell. — Goodbye, V.” He gives a short bow before him, like last time in that dark alley, and turns to walk away. “Oh, you bet! Until next time, Arki!” V exclaims after him. Guy really has a way to take his leave, he tells himself while he’s watching the man disappearing behind the entrance doors. Arki telling him to be his ‘confidant’ has only flamed up the desire in V to meet him again.

He figured he should take a look into the net later to see if he could find him somewhere now that he knows at least his name. But he better go back to his teammates now. After all, they still have to discuss their tiny jobs, so he stands and proceeds to make his way back to Ryder and Hizumi. “Arki.” The other man’s name is leaving his lips once again. V likes the sound of it.

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-> PART I <-

Setting: Cyperpunk 2077 Arki belongs to @nervouswizardcycle. Vijay, Ryder and Hizumi belong to me.

Text is a result of rp snippets we did together and will be doing onwards. Look out for more parts.

FYI: Vijay may want to be called 'V' but he's not 'the V' in this story (and therefore he doesn't know what happened to Jackie). Arki is 'the V' here but already went through the events of Cyberpunk 2077, so this story is set past game. Arki survived and continues on with his own story right after. Johnny is gone. Not that I get u goys confused here. ;)

#cyberpunk 2077 #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #oc fanfiction #rp fic #oc: vijay steyr #also about: #arki #otp: spiced paprika #original characters #long post #cyberpunk fanfic #I ealyl hope this is not confusing anybody (if anybody reads it xD) #I love the start of this nice ship aahhhh edfvbg

[painful-pooch]

She Makes the Nights Better

Whumptober 2022 (@whumptober)

NO. 9 - THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

This is 100% a homage to Brumaria - a ship of @actress4him 's Kamaria and my bb Bruno

Taglist: @straight-to-the-pain, @whumper-in-training, @ocean-blue-whump, @for-the-love-of-angst, @thethistlegirl, @whumperofworlds, @poc-whump, and @hopepetal

CW: PTSD, fear of thunderstorms, trembling, sleepless symptoms, and fluff (yeah I know, what kind of a monster puts fluff in Whumptober... Read it and WEEP, plebs)

Don't ever say I don't give fluff to the bbs or... I'll stab an OC lmfao

Boom. Crash. Crack.

Those are the never-ending sounds that keep Bruno on his back, gazing up at the sky with what he can only assume looks like the thousand-yard stare. He can’t find the courage to close his eyes and allow for the warm embrace of slumber take him to the field of dreams. He can’t because he knows that his field of dreams become a pit of nightmares and bloodshed.

That’s the price of being a warrior; a clash between one’s morals and the reality of the atrocities they partake in. The only way to stop them is through a glorious death by the hand of another warrior, ascending the stairway to another life where they will never have to hurt another. Until then, a warrior is tormented with the cries and screams of those they have vanquished in war, the look in their opponent’s eyes when life is escaping from their mortal shell, the taste of bitter victory tainting their own tastebuds.

Bruno clenches his jaw and rolls over to the side, his back to the woman he loves and adores with all his heart. He can’t let her know the constant pain he’s in, the reminders of his past mistakes eating away at his core like parasites. His breathing is becoming labored now, his body attempting to protect him, but the dam is broken now within his damaged mind.

Nothing can stop the flow of memories taking over, seeing each of his friends fall at the hands of his enemies. Seeing their hopes and dreams vanish as quickly as a candle being blown out at night, only the faint fragrance of the wick’s smoke left as a reminder of a time when the candle was lit. He feels so lost and alone now, rolling back over and curling up, his hands at his ears when the next session of roaring thunder making him almost whimper pathetically.

I can’t make it stop. No matter how much time passes. It won’t go away. I can’t do it. I can’t keep going with these nightmares.

“Bruno?”

He keeps his eyes shut, not wanting to face the possibility that the voice is simply a figment of his imagination; of a time when he had Miranda by his side.

A gentle hand at his cheek forces him to open his eyes, staring into the emerald, green pools of Kamaria. His heart skips a beat, and he can’t breathe, her beauty always catching him off guard. His lips are trembling, words unable to form in his mind as he wonders what she is thinking.

She is going to see me as a coward. A weak man… She’s always braver than I could ever be. How could I ever be with someone like her?

“I’m sorry… for waking you up. I’ll be fine,” he murmurs, hoping she would believe him and go back to sleep. Then again, he knows she is just as stubborn, if not more, than he is.

She gives him a look and presses her lips to his forehead, pulling back and stroking his hair back. “Don’t be sorry, Bruno. What can I do to help?” She asks, her hand right back to his cheek, stroking away his tears with her thumb.

“I- I don’t know anymore… I’m scared. What if I lose you? What if-”

A kiss to his lips cuts his words and he’s taken aback, not knowing what to do. His face feels so hot and warm, to which he is certain that he’s blushing like some schoolboy.  

She laughs softly and shakes her head. “You won’t lose me. Not if I can help it. Would holding me help you?”

Bruno flinches at the next crack of thunder and he immediately holds her to him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her in and a wave of calmness washes over him. “I think it would be rather helpful,” he mumbles into her skin, pressing his own kiss to her neck softly. He places his arms around her and for once in a long time, he feels safe.

“I think so too, Bruno,” Kamaria whispers back, adjusting to her new position and hugging him to her. “Will you be able to sleep?” She asks, but by the time she looks down at him, his eyes are already closed and breathing softly. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She presses another kiss to his head and she’s certain she can see a small smile on his face. “Goodnight, Bruno.”

“G’night, love…” Bruno barely yawns back, thankful to have her by his side. Life is always hard for him, but for just those few moments, he’s able to sleep. He loves her so much and that night, he dreams of love and laughter instead of gore and fighting.

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A Kylux rp excerpt I adore

Just a quick excerpt from one of my fave rps with my partner, who plays the best Kylo ugh love him so much.

Please be aware that it's in rp format! Also we're playing fast and loose with canon. It gets spicy later on but it's still ongoing so no full fic form yet!

It was the third time in as many days that Hux went back to his office in a rage, holding back the fury just until the door was closed. The moment it made the soft click he rounded his desk and opened up a cabinet, pulling out a scotch glass and the half full decanter of the brandy he had been nursing over the past year. Normally he didn't allow himself to drink while angry, not wanting to follow in his father's footsteps, but he needed something after that disastrous meeting with Snoke. Delays in his Starkiller project due to his perfectionism were grating on Snoke's patience, meanwhile that damnable beast in black received nothing but encouragement and praise. He refused to say he was jealous. He was simply annoyed at the favoritism. He was annoyed that his hard work was only seen as a nuisance because it hadn't yielded physical results. He drained the two fingers of brandy he'd poured, then refilled it with another three before pulling up the blueprints and scouring them again.

Kylo didn't need to scan the Force to know exactly where Hux was; as cool as the general could be in front of Snoke, his anger burned like a tower beacon once the communication array was cold. It was this beacon he followed, his path winding to the office door. He didn't knock, the Force flexing gently around him to activate the door and he strode in without warning. In his hands was an unplugged caf machine, very clearly stolen from the mess hall, the wall mountings dangling with stubborn chunks of wall plating still attached.

As he heard the door opening without warning, Hux startled and immediately yelled, "Who the hell do you think you are--" Oh. It was him. Hux's brows tightened together when he saw Ren carrying something, and once he realized what it was the incredulous tone in his voice only shot up even more. "Is that-- you stole a caf machine?! Why?!"

Kylo waited for the door to shut before depositing the machine on the opposing chair, beginning to work the mount screws out of the wall panels as if he had not just done something extremely weird. "You don't have a caf machine in here." As if that explained it entirely.

"I--" Hux was flabbergasted. He didn't even know where to begin. Finally he managed to string together a decent enough sentence that he wouldn't embarrass himself. "And just where are you expecting to install it? And how?"

Kylo's blank mask turned towards Hux, tilting slightly as if confused. "The wall?" He dropped a panel piece to the floor and placed the mount screws on the desk, working on the next set as he nodded towards the blueprints. "Starkiller, yes? That's why you're angry?"

Hux blinked, then promptly ignored what the man was doing. Ridiculous. Why in the world would he be installing a caf machine-- "I see. This is an underhanded message isn't it? Telling me to get this project done already. As if I haven't poured every second of time I have away from the bridge and my other duties into this project!"

Kylo snorted, the sound distorted in his mask before it faded into a chuckle. "Underhanded is not a word people use for me, General." He lifted the unit, holding it out to gauge its location on the wall before setting it down again, approaching to look over the wall panels critically. "Supreme Leader Snoke is the one worried about time tables. I'm not concerned with such trivialities."

"So you're saying this isn't some message he's had you bring me? I find that hard to believe." His eyes raked up and down Ren's figure, less out of any attraction and more searching for any signs of danger. "To answer your question, of course I'm angry about Starkiller. This is my life's work, my magnum opus so to speak. It must be perfect, even if that means delays."

"I'm not a message boy." For once, Ren seemed entirely harmless, beyond the sheer imposition of his frame and the fact that he walked into the office carrying the prize of his destructive force. He was intently focused on the wall for a moment longer before he drew his saber, the plasma hissing and spitting briefly before he took the crossbar to the wall and carefully bored a hole into the metal. The reek of melting metal and ozone filled the air and just as quickly as it had started, his lightsaber was back at his side and he was wrestling the caf machine back into his hands. "I am eager for it would be done, but I do not expect you to be faster than the minds behind the Empire's Death Star. You're building something far greater. I would be displeased to see it vulnerable due to hastiness."

"What in blazes are you doing?!" Hux didn't dare try to stop Ren physically, but he desperately wanted to. "Stop putting holes in my ship! I didn't ask for you to rip a caf machine from the wall to install it in my office you great beast!!"

"You like caf." As if that made all of it make even one iota of sense, Kylo lifted the machine up to the wall and pinned the mount points against the holes he had made. The screws flew off the desk into his free hand one by one as he began to screw them into the half-melted slag in the wall. It would be significantly less likely to fall off a wall with the screws, especially if they ended up sealing into place with the molten remains.

Hux was left speechless, and he poured himself another bit of the liquor, draining it in one go. "Stars above what is going on... Why do I need one in my office though?! I have one in my quarters and I'm perfectly capable of walking to the officer's mess hall!" Only then did Ren's words about his project really sink in, and he stared down at his empty glass. "You..." He paused, then pursed his lips, setting the glass down on the desk a little harder than he meant to. "Of course you don't want to see my design vulnerable. Because it's benefiting you and Snoke as much as the rest of the Order. And that's all you two really care about, isn't it?"

"If Supreme Leader Snoke and I perceive the same value in your work, why then do we have separate opinions on it?" Kylo continued working on the machine as if Hux had not gone through the five stages of grief behind him, patting the sides of it to ensure its stability before nodding to himself. Stable and not going anywhere any time soon. He turned his attention to the dangling wires and tubing, beginning the delicate process of reconnecting all the necessary bits as he spoke. "Walking to the mess hall is an excursion that leaves you open to distraction. More than once, you have been diverted. This-" he patted the front of the machine again. "-will allow you to stay sequestered until you truly require a change of scenery." He paused then, lifting his helm to gaze blankly in Hux's direction. "You think very loudly when you do not see me, and I have overheard your anger when you're taken off track."

Frowning deeply, Hux regarded the work being done and scoffed. "This is going to look ghastly. Do you even know what you're doing?" Time for another drink, he thought, though he made sure to pour less and sip more this time. "I see. So I'll have to keep a closer guard to my thoughts no matter where you are? Though anyone would be irritated to be taken off course. Especially on their off hours. Hence why I have one installed in my quarters."

"More than you think I do." Kylo fingers found the edge of a wall panel, wrenching the small panel aside with an atonal squeal to reveal the wiring he would need to get the machine powered. It was Ben's knowledge he was using, if he was honest with himself, but even at his angriest, he couldn't deny the usefulness of some of Ben's lessons. "You've been delayed between here and your quarters as well. This is to keep you unbothered when you are at work." The live wire scorched his glove as he worked the pieces together; it was not seamless, as he was without tools, but it was functional and safe. What did it matter, if it was going back behind the wall anyway? "What troubles you now? Is it Snoke's haste or is there something in the design?"

Hux almost looked to be pouting. Almost. He took another sip from his glass before replying, "Both. There are sections I need to restructure, to make up for some power losses. It'll bring up the heat, and that will require extra cooling, and that takes time to redesign and test. Your master thinks I've taken too long as it is, and wants me to move forward with the building. It's not ready. And I refuse to piece it together as I go with full size materials."

"Something of your proposed size will generate plenty of its own heat even without power loss. Where the Death Star was a satellite, your Starkiller aims to be its orbiting planet." Kylo chuckled, his mood lightening slightly as he imagined the sheer affront some of the Old Guard would feel over the very notion of the Death Star as a mere moon-shadow. "Perhaps instead of cooling systems, you should look into creating its own ecosystem. I imagine ice-caps would certainly assist in keeping certain systems cool." He leaned back on his knees, looking over the tangle of wires appraisingly before tucking them back into the panel and forcing the metal flat again. It was, as expected, ghastly looking. But the caf machine powered up perfectly fine and began running through diagnostics. "All that water would likely destroy the terminals though..."

Hux idly listened as Ren spoke, but the more he elaborated the more Hux's eyes widened. It felt insane, but it might be one of those insane ideas that work. "Ren... I think you're onto something there." Suddenly he was up and pulling out his datapad, fingers flying over keys as he searched, pulling up hundreds of possible candidates, looking for something that was habitable, cold enough to keep from melting immediately upon firing, and wouldn't encroach on any Republic or other territories. The last thing he needed was a full blown fight over a planet. Finally, he settled on three candidates, and his eyes glittered with excitement over the possibilities.

"What?" Kylo blinked, his attention drawn from the caf machine as Hux began tapping through screens rapidly. "Current terraforming technology doesn't work particularly well when the bulk of a surface is metal. I don't think ice caps are all that feasible." Without looking, he reached to the caf machine's buttons and set it to brew, one of Hux's unused brandy glasses zipping through the air to settle where a mug should be.

Despite being enraptured in his search, Hux flung out a hand in an accusatory point. "Hey! Careful with those!" Although he supposed the glass being floated through Ren's Force bullshit was safer than the man actually handling it. "No, no you're on to something. Why terraform the surface? The planet's crust is already meant to protect the core and survive in space. This... this is brilliant."

Kylo blinked, Hux's thoughts just open enough for him to catch the edges, those edges just enough to bring realization crashing around his shoulders. "....you're thinking of restructuring your weapon into a planet." There was a measure of awe in his voice, his vocoder dulling the sound but not killing it. The caf machine dinged and he automatically picked up the glass, setting the black caf onto Hux's desk as he stalked forward to get a glimpse at the datapad. "A planet's core would certainly solve your power loss problem..."

Surprisingly, Hux didn't seem to mind the sudden close proximity, and he absently grabbed the caf, taking a sip from it before startling into a pause. "This... you made it work. You seriously just installed a working caf machine in my office... with zero tools." He leveled a glare at the other. "So not only are you some sort of Force prodigy, but you can engineer enough to do this. What other secret skills are you hiding? Perhaps you're not so incompetent in anything outside of your Force nonsense as I first pinned you."

Kylo turned his blank mask towards Hux, the intensity of his stare hardly dimmed despite the tinted glass and metal hiding his expression. "I have many skills beyond the so-called Force nonsense. Perhaps I will show you my other talents, some day." The vocoder stripped enough of the waver in his voice to remain aloof, though his heart was pounding frantically. That was practically a compliment, and from Hux that was rarer than a smile. "On the other hand, you are implying you are planning to retrofit a planet into a superweapon. Which one of us is hiding skills?"

Hux's eyes lidded in thought as he sipped the caf again, his free hand opening a different folder on his datapad and flicking a file up onto the small holo projector at the end of his desk. It was another set of blueprints, much more crude and clumsy than his current plans, and down at the bottom was a line of very shaky Aurebesh reading 'Mouse Trap', clearly written with a stylus by a child. The corner of his mouth twitched. "I've always been an engineer. My other skills were learned out of necessity for survival." He didn't elaborate, but the look on his face as he gazed at the very simple plan was distant, and not entirely happy.

Kylo turned to view the blueprint, so to speak, his brow cocking invisibly as he looked it over. He could sense the storm somewhere under Hux's skin and he straightened his shoulders, the desire to pry overwhelmed by his will to seek a more intimate connection. "Did it work?" He gestured to the holo. "Your trap."

Whatever expression Hux had on his face was wiped clean and he once again threw up that facade of ice and steel, closing the holo and switching his screen back to the three planets he was reviewing for candidacy. "No. Even after five overhauls in the design and mechanics. Because I didn't factor in that despite being animals that run on instinct and not intelligent choice, they're smart enough to know danger when they sense it. I didn't factor in their innate will to survive." Offering a wry but soulless grin, Hux leaned back in his chair. "I never made that mistake again." His hand moved again, and in a motion that signaled he was clearly done with this topic, flicked up the three planets onto the holo projector. "These are the best suited for your crazy idea. What are your thoughts?"

Kylo felt the steel as keenly as a blade against his skin and he nodded, his arms crossing over his chest as Hux diverted their conversation back to the original topic. "Humans are more apt to ignore their instincts. I imagine your transition was smooth." He considered the planets carefully as they slowly rotated on their axes, tracking what little information was beside them. "I am unfamiliar with these worlds. Are any of them inhabited by sapient species?" His eyes lingered on Ilum, the name catching his mind as quickly as his eyes. "...I have a good feeling about Ilum. According to those coordinates though, Hydrus V is the furthest from Republic patrol routes and less likely to catch any eyes."

Hux's eyes narrowed, not in ire but in a wicked sort of glee. He pulled open a larger map with a pin on Ilum, then slowly drew a straight line directly towards Republic space. It made a direct shot through the Hosnian system. "You and I are of similar mind, it seems. Your instinct about Ilum might also be from the vast deposits of kyber the planet is known for." He didn't need to elaborate. Kyber was all but sacred to Force users, not to mention the power it generated.

Kylo's shoulders tightened at the mention of kyber, his eyes tracing the outline of the planet before nodding abruptly. "Ilum, then, would be my recommendation. Kyber can be tricky to work with, but it is without peer in focus and clarity." He paused, a small sigh escaping his vent. "Provided it is uninhabited. I do not doubt our ability to handle such a concern, but sapient species have a terrible tendency to get messages away when they feel death approaching."

"You needn't worry. It's in fact uninhabited. Nothing but snow, forest, and rock. Apparently there's mostly flora and very little fauna." Hux looked all too smug with himself for this, and sipped the last of the caf in the glass before pouring a bit more brandy into the one he'd been using before, lightly nudging it towards Ren. "That was a plan changing idea in the best way. I'm impressed, Ren."

"Then my recommendation is tripled. Provided there is an adequate survey of Republic patrol schedules and routes, it would be child's play to slip ships and equipment planetside." Kylo tilted his head slightly as the brandy was nudged into his range, confusion bubbling up before he reached out to touch the edge of the glass. If he looked closely, he thought he could still see the print of Hux's lips on the rim. He took a long moment, before his other hand released the catch on his helm and he removed the whole unit with a sigh. "It was not my intention, General, but I am pleased to see your main construction concerns resolved." He brought the glass to his lips, hesitating for a moment before taking a draught. It burned his throat like acid-fire and his skin felt hot where his lips touched the skinprint left behind.

Hux blinked and found himself quite stunned. He'd seen glimpses of Ren's bare face here and there, but only at a distance and only in short flashes. Now, seeing it up close like this, he was startled first by how young the man looked, then by the depth to his stare. He could already tell that a puppy-eyed look from this man could very well fell an army, but as they were now, serious and focused, there was an unfathomable depth there that Hux felt he needed to stay away from, lest he slip and fall into the void. The third thing that caught his attention was the plushness of his lips and how they molded to the glass, and he noticed with a tiny flicker of warmth that Ren had used the exact same spot where Hux had been drinking from. Judging by the hesitation and subsequent twitch in Ren's face, Hux could draw a few conclusions, ones that actually had the corner of his mouth quirking up. "You don't drink often, do you? Well savor that then. This decanter cost more than some of our officer's monthly salaries."

Kylo frowned slightly, though it was mostly directed towards the drink than Hux's words. "No. I usually avoid consuming anything that affects the faculties." His face was more open than his mask, confusion flickering over his eyes as he kept the glass close to his face. "Is alcohol really that expensive? Seems a lot of trouble..." He took another sip, neatly draining the sample and setting the glass back down on the desk; for all the burning, the flavor ultimately settled on his tongue rich and heavy, much like liquid amber or ozone. "I have no reference for the quality, but it isn't foul despite the burning. I would dare to say it tastes good after it bites."

In a surprising turn of events, Hux laughed. It was a short, singular 'ha!', but there it was nonetheless. "That's where it gets you. Then you get used to the burn and only taste the flavor. Next thing you know you're waking up in an alley or in a strange bed with a strange person next to you. It's why I tend to avoid drinking publicly."

Kylo snorted openly, the vocoder unable to disguise his voice now that he was in the open. "Oh? It's hard to imagine the great General Hux waking up anywhere but his own berth. A confession of youthful indiscretions, General?" His lip quirked into a smile, somewhat uncomfortable-looking, as if the muscles weren't quite sure how to manage it while exposed to the air. "I think I will keep to my decision to abstain, if that is a common concern."

"It's only common if you're stupid about it." He pondered for a moment about being that open about his past dalliances - and mistakes - but decided to keep at least some of his dignity. "I'm afraid you'll just have to wonder about any of my youthful activities, Ren. I'll not confirm or deny any of them." Now that he was settled by the three glasses of brandy and one of caf, he felt his shoulders relaxing a bit as he flicked away the information on Ilum and the map, and instead pulled up the Starkiller blueprints, putting a semi-transparent layer over them and redrawing them from scratch with his stylus.

"I see. I suppose then, it was not as common for you as it was for others." He lifted his helm back over his head, the pneumatic quickly sealing him back inside obscurity, before anything else could show on his face. There was a vent of air and his shoulders relaxed briefly before he nodded. The caf had been delivered, Hux's frustrations handled, best to leave before he made some sort of spectacular error. "I will leave you then, General. Rest assured that the Supreme Leader will hear of your breakthrough before he next decides to summon both of us." His tone suggested a small vein of pride, as if the idea of Hux showing up Snoke's expectations so rapidly was of personal delight.

Hux was a bit surprised that Ren was leaving of his own accord before being told to get out. "Hm. Very well." There was a pause as he thought about whether or not to say the next thing on his mind, but ultimately he bit his tongue. He'd been too personable as it was; showing Ren his rudimentary childhood blueprints, but also letting himself be seen almost relaxing. Not to mention sharing his brandy, which was unheard of. He let Ren go this time, getting back to work and neatly packing away any errant thoughts about the man.

Kylo was quick to leave the office, the Force thrumming behind him to ensure it locked in his wake. Exactly how he had found it, plus one pilfered caf machine. His steps took him just far enough to no longer be sensed or heard, and within an instant he scrabbled his helm from his head, breath coming quickly as his trembling hand brushed over his lips. He had helped Hux, directly, intelligently. He liked the caf machine. He had shared a glass with him. He felt like screaming. He felt like puking. It was a start! Heart pounding, hands still shaking from the force of repressing it, he struggled to get his helm back into place before he left.

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And just like that

pairing ⁀➷ henry cavill x (fem!)reader

word count ⁀➷ 1.8k

summary ⁀➷ You and Henry have known each other since you were both little. After his last breakup, you comfort him… which makes him realize some things

warnings ⁀➷ it’s just a shit ton of fluff and reader comforting henry

a/n ⁀➷ Please tell me if I missed a warning! The names I gave Henry's brother's wives (Elisa, Maia, Ashlyn) aren't their real names i don't even know if all of his brothers have wives!

(I listened to my h.c. playlist while writing this, especially to ‚Still falling for you‘ [the song was my inspiration for writing this in the first place])

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Henry never liked other women flirting with him in front of his girlfriend. Why would they do that? To discomfort his girlfriend, to prove they would be better for him, out of pure ignorance for the other woman?

He didn't know, but no matter why, he didn't like it one bit. You knew that. And even if you didn't, you had enough dignity not to do it. You just thought about how uncomfortable you would be in their situation.

You and Henry knew each other for what felt like your whole life. The earliest your memory went, was playing with him on the set of some movie your dad directed and Henry stared in as one of the kids.

There were lots of comments that you had to suppress in front of his girlfriend and him, joking with his brothers instead, it just wouldn't be appropriate. It would sound too intimate for you. And by all means, you respected his girlfriends and never wanted to discomfort them.

Henry wasn't what some would call a playboy, but he had some girlfriends now. Even if you had feelings for him way before he even met some of them, why be rude to them.

But breaking up with his latest girlfriend, really had its effects on Henry.

He hadn't been as happy as he usually was. When you had visited him, even Kal seemed to be upset because his dad was so different to how he usually was.

He didn't attend the first dinner of the month at his brothers, a tradition you shared with his family and him. Usually all the kids, his brothers and their wives would be there, and Henry would bring Kal with him. Much to the kid's joy.

So when he didn't attend that dinner this month, you knew his mind was still occupied with whatever storm was raging inside him. He had told you that he was okay, still a lot on his mind but he assured you, after worried looks and lots of long phone calls, that it wasn't because of the breakup. Which you thought was at least something in the right direction of getting your old ‚bear Henry‘ back, wasn't it?

You hadn't expected another dinner so close after the last, but you loved them, and so you didn't complain. Rather, you accepted Elisa's invitation to join her and the others for dinner that night.

You were greeted by Kal, excitedly barking when you opened the door. "Hey, bub. I missed you!" you chuckled as you bent down to pet him, as he deserved.

„Is your dad here too?" you asked him in a whisper, smiling at his loyal eyes. Kal seemed to understand exactly what you meant, as he ran to the kitchen. „'Ello!,, you shouted from the doorway.

You hadn’t expected Henry today, but your heart had skipped a beat when Kal welcomed you instead of the others.

„I was greeted by the sweetest dog I know, and he told me you’d be here." you jokingly greeted everyone. „Hey!" Maia greeted you with a hug as she was closest to you. Henry's gaze lingered on you the whole time.

The others followed right after.

So did dinner and it was wonderful. The guy's cooking skills were restaurant-worthy, and you almost drooled when you saw the plates Henry and Charlie brought in from the kitchen. When everyone had finished, you volunteered to wash the dishes. Eventually, every one of you did it once and after some discussion on whether to let you do it alone, Ashlyn won and helped you.

"l'm going to join the others outside, you wanna come?" she asked you, putting the towel back on the counter.

„Yes, I'll just catch a blanket."

„Alright." Ashlyn chuckled at you.

They all knew how easily you would be cold outside, even in the summer. But you didn't just want to grab a blanket, you wanted to look for Henry.

After he got sent out of the kitchen when he wanted to help you and Ashlyn, you haven't seen him nor heard him with the others.

You saw Kal sleeping on his big cushion next to the couch in the living room. That's where you found Henry too. You walked towards him, coming from behind without much sound.

„Hey." you said, almost in a whisper as to not ruin the mood. It wouldn't have suited the situation to talk loudly. He turned around from where he was sitting on the couch, one leg resting on his knee.

Henry looked up at you and lightly smiled, „Hey“. You knew he was still in thoughts, his features gave it away without him wanting to.

You sat down beside him on the couch and just looked at the fire burning. It wasn't cold yet, actually, it was the middle of august. But the fire wasn't on for warmth but light.

He hadn't turned on any other source of light.

You didn't say anything, you didn't even look at Henry.

It was like so many times before when you've sat next to each other. But yet it was so different. Normally you talked about god knows what. Not this time. It was hard to explain, but you knew he would say something when he felt like it. Sometimes you didn't need to talk to comfort the other.

„I put the kids to bed." he calmly told you. At the sound of his voice you looked up at him, Henry looking at the fire while he said it, but his eyes wandered to meet yours. One of his arms rested on the back of the couch, his leg still draped on his knee as he looked at you.

When you've come in you sat down, your legs were outstretched but now you bent your knees and rested your feet on the couch, facing Henry.

„Yeah? Did you tell them one of the superman stories?" you chuckled at him. „Of course I did." Henry grinned.

But rather than cracking another joke, his smile faded.

You mirrored his expression with worry.

You propped your head on your hand, lightly tilting it to the side.

„l'm here if you want to talk. I can just listen, you know, maybe it'll make you feel better."

„I know. Thank you twinkles."

Your heart missed a beat at the nickname. You couldn't remember when he called you twinkles the last time. It used to be a joking gesture of affection, not meant to be romantically at all. That's what you thought, at least.

„Like a bear?" „Yes, you're built like one, and you do have quite a bit of hair on you." you chuckled, taking another mouthful of your pudding. „Whatever you say, twinkles." Henry huffed, „But you’ve got something on your nose.“ A smile spread across his lips as you squinted.

„Really, where? I can’t see it,“ you tried to wipe it off, unsuccessfully. „Right,“ Henry wiped the pudding off your nose, „here.“. You stared into his eyes as he was only inches away now, „Thank you.“.

„No problem, twinkles.“ he said, his voice a little raspy. Henry blinked a few times before he was back to his joking self with you, „I should call you Rudolph instead of twinkles.“

„Haha,“ you laughed ironically, „the pudding isn’t even red.“ But he only winked at you with a grin.

His eyes captivated your own. Like you've seen them for the first time, not like you've known them for as long as you could think. Neither of you knew what you were doing, but neither of you wanted it to stop.

You blinked a few times, the sound of the crackling fire drowning out, and the only thing you could focus on was Henry. You hadn't moved the slightest as you could feel his breath on your lips.

Still not breaking eye contact, Henry moved his hand to yours, which was still resting on the couch next to you. You lifted one finger and intertwined it with his.

Your hands found each other as you still looked deeply into each other's eyes.

It didn't need one of you to move closer as your lips met.

His lips felt heavenly on yours. Like a reward, a missing piece, like they belonged right where they were in this moment.

Your lips were heaven to him. Your scent captivated him, and to finally know the taste of your lips almost made him moan into the kiss.

Neither of you held back after your lips met in a light and soft kiss. Your intertwined hands loosened in a hurry as you wrapped your hands around his neck, and Henry's hands gently yet demanding cupped your face to pull you closer to him.

It was like you two were drowning and dying of thirst at the same time. You moved closer to him and Henry grabbed your hip with one hand, the other still caressing your cheek. Your lips must've been swollen by now.

His scent gave you a feeling of safety.

His tongue gently brushed over your lips. Your fingers found his curls and lightly tucked at them. All you felt was him. You could only feel Henry at that moment, all you breathed, all you needed, he was everything.

You wished never needing to breathe again, so this could last forever.

Henry quietly whispered your name against your lips, "'m sorry, I…"

„No, don't be." you whispered back.

He exhaled and looked surprised. The next moment you reunited your lips again. Giving him a peck before finally trying to catch your breath. As did Henry. You were still so close to him, his breath tickled your cheek.

Catching you off guard, Henry grabbed your hips with his large hands. Ang yet again you just loved to compare him to a bear.

Henry lightly pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you. You did the same and pressed your body against his, your arms tightly wrapped around his torso. Henry nestled his head in your hair, breathing in the familiar scent he loved so much. „I should've done that sooner." he whispered.

„You can do it again anytime." you smiled up at him. His chest moved under you at his chuckle.

Your head rested on his chest, and Henry planted loving kisses on your hairline. You just sat there wrapped in each other's arms, no one saying a word, just enjoying being so close.

„I knew it." Elisa whispered to the others. They decided to look for you two on their way to bed. It had gotten late and neither Henry nor you had joined them outside.

Henry's two oldest brothers had bet that you were sleeping on the couch, and Henry had fallen asleep with one of the kids. Elisa, Maia, Ashlyn and the other two Cavill men on the other hand had bet that they would find you together. As they did.

You were curled up on Henry's big frame, his arms wrapped around your body protectively. Both your breaths steady.

„Let's go to bed." Ashlyn chuckled, grabbing her husband's hand. „They look pretty comfortable, no need to wake them up."

To say it was the most comfortable you've slept in a long time would be an understatement.

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[my-head-is-an-animal]

Unfinished Sentences

A Ben Mendelsohn fic.

Summary: You’re a actor who’s known for your indie work, but when you get a job working for on Secret Invasion with Ben Mendelsohn as your partner in crime, things may get complicated.

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Chapter 4

Ben was such a gentleman, he made sure you were happy and confident in yourself. He was far too good to you, but very good at making it seem innocent in front of the press. When you stood for the group photo, it made sense that you would be stood next to him, but what caught you off guard was his hand pressing very lightly into the base of your spine, just above your dress.

    You know he noticed your reaction, and you definitely noticed his. You could tell he was resisting stroking his thumb over your soft skin, because he would do it subtly, clear his throat and stop, repositioning himself.

    It felt like both an eternity and mere seconds before it was time for you all to move into the venue itself to finally watch the first episode together. Ben’s hand drifted down your arm as if to take your hand, but stopped. He was definitely about to hold your hand as you walked together, but you weren’t together, so he decided better of it.

    You both had a slightly disappointed look, but you needed to maintain yourselves for the time being, the press was still watching. You used both hands to hold your gold clutch in front of you, more to eliminate temptation than anything.

    Once you were inside, it again wasn’t unusual that you would be seated next to each other. So, that’s what you did, because everything needed to seem normal. Ben unbuttoned his jacket and waited for you to sit down before he did. His gentlemanly manner was shining through.

    You had Cobie on your other side, very much concerned with her husband, and Ben had Olivia with hers on the other side. You weren’t sure why you became aware of that, but something was telling you it was a dangerous thing to notice. You glanced around and saw Ben making the same observation.

    Another disappointed look between the both of you and the light began to dim. This would be a long hour.

    The show began and you were so proud of the work you’d created together, proud of Sam and Ben and Cobie for their performances. You were silently congratulating each other on a job well done. When Ben’s first scene came up, you couldn’t resist but look at him and smile. He had that bashful look half hating the attention, but you wanted him to know how proud you were.

    Something inside you told you it was a bad idea, but for some reason you decided to place your hand over his. You told yourself it was to make him feel the pride you had for him, but you didn’t take your hand away quick enough to convince either of you of that fact.

    You placed your hand back in your lap and heard him sigh next to you. You were warm and trying not to think about the fact that you were hidden in darkness and anything could happen, it was making you ache. You crossed your legs and tried to ignore the feeling that was building inside you.

    It was another mistake, because you managed to brush Ben’s hand that was draped over the arm of the seat. You cleared your throat, hopefully making it clear it was an accident, but secretly loving the feel of his hands on you.

    Another minute or so and you felt the tips of his fingers brushing your knee, you breathed deeply and slowly, trying so hard not to make yourself obvious to the people around you. Eventually his whole hand was on your knee, his thumb stroking you, his finger sliding under the hem of your dress, making clear what he really wanted to do. Your body was leaning more and more into his. That cologne he wore filled your senses and you turned your head slightly to inhale as subtly as you could.

    Suddenly the credits began rolling. Ben took his hand away and you felt like you’d been jolted awake. The haze of Ben had been lifted and you needed to pretend that you weren’t falling for your friend all over again.

    Everyone applauded and you both joined in, never once making eye contact with each other, it was too risky just yet.

    Soon, the theatre was emptying, and you were all heading to a party in some swanky hotel to celebrate a job well done. You stood and waited to leave the aisle behind Cobie. You could feel Ben behind you and if the contact had done to him what it did to you, then he would need a little cover to calm down.

    ‘You did a great job, Y/N.’ He said, quietly close to your ear. You tried not to stutter over your breath to no avail, he noticed.

    ‘You’ve seen nothing yet, Mendo.’ You whispered back, having no clue why you would shake the delicate ground you were both standing on.

    You heard him growl so quietly no one else would hear it, but it was him grabbing onto the back of the seat in front that had Olivia asking if he was okay.

    ‘Yeah, yeah, fine.’ He tried to laugh it off. ‘Think I was just sitting down for too long. Legs feeling a bit stiff, that’s all.’

    You couldn’t help but cover your mouth to stifle a laugh.

    ‘Oh, you think that was funny?’ He once again growled close to you. ‘You’re swimming in dangerous waters, Y/N.’

    You knew his tone, he half loved the game you were playing, half hated it.

   Eventually you all made it to the party, and it was an unspoken decision made by the both of you to spend some time apart. The problem was that you could still feel his eyes on you, no matter where you were in the room.

    You danced with Kingsley, someone you hadn’t spent that much time with over filming, but enough that you knew you got on well. You laughed with Emilia who was so much funnier every time you talked. And you traded stories with Sam and Olivia. You noticed Ben was keeping out of the way, trying not to get too involved with you and it was probably a good thing.

    The hotel was beautiful and you felt like a real star, hanging out with the Marvel greats with a beautiful dress and drinking champagne on balconies.

    You took a moment to yourself outside and let the cool night air surround you. You hadn’t always been a champagne fan, but you’d been drinking enough of it to get used to the taste.

    ‘Well, well, well,’ Ben’s voice echoed from behind you, making you laugh and turn to see him sauntering out with his own glass of champagne. ‘What a pleasant surprise this is. Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?’

    God, this man could make you laugh. ‘I don’t know, where do you think you might have seen me?’ You folded your arms, turning to lean back against the railing.

    ‘I think it might have been in a dream once.’ His blue eyes attached themselves to yours, this really was a dangerous game you were playing.

    ‘A lot of that going around.’ You retorted, sipping your champagne, but never dropping your gaze.

    Ben breathed out a laugh and shook his head slightly. He took a few steps towards you and immediately that cool air was heated.

    ‘I thought we’d put all this behind us.’ He said, his tone was quiet though, not accusatory, just confused. ‘But I don’t know if I can. Especially when you look like that.’

    If you didn’t know any better, you’d say there was a hint of anger sitting in his chest, and from the way his jaw clenched, you knew you were right.

    ‘What’s going here?’ You frowned. ‘Just be honest, Ben, we’re both grown ups. Tell me the truth.’

    He sucked in a harsh breath and finally broke eye contact to look out at the dark city behind you. He looked back and clenched his jaw once again.

    ‘I thought I was over you,’ he said, keeping his voice low. ‘But I’m not.’ You felt your heart skip a couple of beats. ‘And I get the feeling you’re in the same boat.’

    You swallowed hard and let your eyes wander back to the party, sipping your champagne while you thought for a moment. He was right, all those moments, the looks you gave each other that didn’t go unnoticed and of course, the moment in the theatre where his hand drifted over your bare thigh.

    ‘Yeah…’ There was no end to the sentence.

    Ben nodded, his jaw still clenching, he was holding something back. ‘What do you want to do about it?’

    ‘I don’t know what we can do.’ You confessed.

    ‘Well, we have two very clear options,’ he said, moving to stand next to you, facing the view. ‘Either we cut ties and never see each other again.’ You felt yourself getting visibly upset by the idea, knowing he didn’t really want that either. ‘Or…’

    ‘Or we…’ You nodded, knowing where the end of the sentence was going.

    You were both quiet for a moment, thinking on the two options.

    ‘Look, Y/N,’ Ben suddenly said. ‘I know why you think we can’t be together, I know you think it’ll be stressful and I can be an erratic arsehole.’ You shook your head, it wasn’t the reason you didn’t think it was a good idea. ‘But I know you can’t stop thinking about that kiss… same as me.’

    You looked up at him, watching his jaw clench once more as he looked away.

    ‘It’s not why I think we can’t be together. And you don’t know what I think about.’ You said, almost a whisper. Ben’s darkened blue eyes snapped back to yours.

    ‘Tell me.’ He coaxed, gently. You shook your head, turning away. ‘Y/N, if you tell me…’

    ‘What? It’ll happen?’ You almost said it accusingly.

    ‘It could.’ Ben wasn’t even angry that you snapped, he just wanted to make peace with you. ‘Y/N, we could make it happen, if you want to.’

    You made sure to hold his gaze, as if checking if this was real.

    ‘Why don’t you think we could be together?’ Ben asked, directly.

    You sighed, finishing your champagne and placing the empty glass on a nearby table. You turned back to face the view with him. ‘Because I don’t think we’d be good for each other, and I’d run away. And I couldn’t live with myself if I hurt you like that.’

    Ben just watched you for a moment. ‘We could be happy.’ He offered.

    ‘You can be happy with things that aren’t good for you.’ You countered.

    ‘We could be good together.’ He tried, making you laugh. ‘Seriously, I don’t think that dream you had is so far-fetched, I think it could come true.’

    ‘Oh, you’ve got Jason Sudeikis’s number, have you?’ You chuckled.

    ‘I… I could.’ Ben laughed with you. ‘Can I tell you what I want?’

    ‘Sure.’ You shrugged, knowing I wouldn’t change your mind.

    ‘I wanna kiss you again.’ He said, simply, making you stutter over your breath. ‘I wanna hold your hand at events and not be afraid to touch you in darkened movie theatres.’ You chuckled, lifting your head to see him giving you a beautifully darkened stare. ‘Right now, tonight, what I want is to take you back to my hotel room, ask you about all the things you like, do them and make you feel as beautiful as you look to me.’

    ‘Is that all?’ You half laughed, knowing that you were almost sweating with how warm he was making you feel.

    ‘That’s it.’ He said, simply. ‘Of course, if you’d like to make good on your suggestion from earlier, I certainly wouldn’t object.’ You frowned and he smirked. ‘You did a great job, but you hinted at an A game I have yet to see.’

    You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Of course, this man could make any situation hilarious and relaxed. Of course, he would make you laugh at yourself. Ben’s cheeks were red; he finished his champagne, setting the empty glass next to yours and leaned back against the railing, shoving his hands in his pockets.

    ‘That’s where I am.’ Ben said, still smiling, but with a hint of seriousness to it. ‘I want you, plain and simple.’

    You took a breath and looked over at him. God, why did he disarm you so easily? You bit your lip gently, figuring what the hell?

    ‘On one condition.’ You said, starting to make your way back inside.

    ‘Anything.’ Ben stood up straight, ready for whatever you were about to say.

    You face dropped slightly. ‘Don’t fall in love with me.’

    He tired with everything he had not to give himself away and luckily, he didn’t. ‘Okay.’ He whispered. ‘I won’t.’

    ‘Good.’

    You sauntered away, heading for the exit, not looking back to see if Ben was following, but having a good feeling that he was making it look like he was going in another direction, before getting in the same car as you, taking you back to his hotel room, and making love to you for as long as you would allow.

 Sam, Cobie and Olivia were standing together, watching you both from the corner of their eyes. At first, they were confused, you’d spent the premiere sitting next to each other, but then ignored each other for nearly the whole of the party. One conversation later and you’d left saying goodbye to everyone with a strange look of disappointment on your face.

    ‘So, what do we think?’ Olivia asked, sipping some wine.

    ‘Definitely a break up.’ Sam said.

    ‘Oh yeah.’ Cobie agreed. ‘We still think they were fucking during filming?’

    ‘Oh, hell yeah.’ Sam laughed. ‘Couldn’t separate on shoot days.’

    ‘Mm, I’m not sure.’ Olivia interjected. ‘I think they might’ve had something after the wrap party, but she’s been away from six months, hasn’t she?’

    ‘That’s true.’ Cobie swallowed a mouthful of wine. ‘Okay, re-review: they got together after the wrap party, like, what? A one night stand?’

    ‘Definitely.’ Olivia nodded.

    ‘One or both of them wanted more,’ she continued. ‘And now she’s left him?’

    ‘Ben probably wanted more, he went to her.’ Olivia agreed.

    ‘God, that’s heartbreaking.’ Cobie said, suddenly feeling the sadness of it all.

    ‘It is, they’d make such a lovely couple as well.’

    ‘Okay, that I agree with, but I’m not sure about the one-night stand.’ Sam offered his opinion.

    They eventually moved on to other things and the two of you were forgotten. It wasn’t that they spoke about you for any malicious reason, they just wanted you both to be happy and it seemed when you were together, you both laughed constantly.

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[mascot-roleplay]

Dream job: Work in a flower shop and meet a green-haired witch

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[yeehawpim]

a comic about my weird irreverence for canon

go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!

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[scealaiscoite]

coworkers to lovers prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

¹⁾ “hey - in case no-one else’s said it, you’ve been doing some really great work lately. i really apprec- i mean, all of us really appreciate it.”

²⁾ “if you keep putting in nights this late, i think [boss] is gonna start charging you rent.”

³⁾ “stop jumping in whenever you think i need saving! i don’t need defending, and i don’t need you!”

⁴⁾ “you remember how i take my coffee?”

⁵⁾  “you don’t need to keep pushing yourself so hard, you know. we all know how hard you worked to get here - it’s okay to let yourself breathe now.”

⁶⁾ “if you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.”

⁷⁾ “normally when you invite me to lunch, it’s with everyone else too. what’s so different about this time that you needed me alone?”

⁸⁾ “don’t tell anyone else, but i like working with you the best.”

⁹⁾ “hey, why are me and [name] being split up? you know we do our best work when we’re together.”

¹⁰⁾ “i figured you wouldn’t have the time, so i went and picked up lunch for you.”

¹¹⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. who’re you trying to impress?”

¹²⁾ “[other coworker] told me you nearly lost it when they all tried blaming me for what happened. why did you care so much?”

¹³⁾ “do you make house calls to all of your coworkers when they call in sick, or am i just that special?”

¹⁴⁾ “why are you freezing me out all of a sudden? I thought you were happy I was dating again, and now you act like it pains you to hear about it.”

¹⁵⁾ “until such a time as the two of you can prove that you can work as well on your own as you do together, you’re going to be put on different schedules.”

¹⁶⁾ “why didn’t you tell me you were up for the promotion? did you seriously think i wouldn’t be happy for you?”

¹⁷⁾ “you do know you’ll be seeing me first thing in the morning, right? what’s so important that it couldn’t wait until then?”

¹⁸⁾ “one date, that’s all i’m asking for. one night to let me show you how good we could be together.”

¹⁹⁾ “i think people are starting to notice that you spend more time at my desk than you do at your own.”

²⁰⁾ “no, you don’t get to do this. you don’t get to make me fall in love with you, and then tell me there’s no way for this to work because of the job!”

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[sterling-writes]

Episode One: Haven

Chapter One

Summary: It's a typical evening in the Talaros home, which means that it's anything but ordinary. Xander, head of the household, wraps up the evening and sends his many unusual children to bed so he can spend the rest of his night in peace and quiet. However, his plans are disrupted when he receives a most unexpected visitor.

Warnings: Bugs, Blood

Word Count: 2020

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"There."

The kitchen falls quiet as Xander turns off the running water from the sink's faucet with a wet hand. He picks up the final plate and wipes it off with a towel, damp from drying the tall stack of dishes sitting to the side.

He completes the stack, carefully setting the final plate on top with a satisfied huff and an almost-giddy smile.

It's silly, but Xander takes pleasure in the small, menial things, at least when it comes to helping around the house: dishes, tidying, grocery shopping. All things any typical dad would do.

All things he rarely gets to do.

It's been a good while since Xander's had to run the house alone, but he doesn't mind. It's a night off work; he can't complain. And, if it means Clarice gets a night off from being the mom of the century, he's happy to wash a few dishes.

Well, with their dinner table, it's more than a few dishes, but still.

Xander wipes his hands dry with the towel and sets it on the counter. Before calling it a night, he scans the kitchen for anything else he can do.

In the center of the windowsill above the sink sits a vase, empty.

He smiles with an idea.

The end-of-August heat can be pretty unforgiving in New York during the day, but it’s cooled down a bit now that it’s late evening.

Xander peruses the variety of flowers growing around the family’s handsome little garden. He steps up to a rose bush and takes in the scent as he listens to the gentle sounds of nighttime. The crickets are back. I’ll have to tell Thorn; he’ll be happy to know.

He reaches to pluck a bloom from the bush, but pauses. Unless…

"Thorn?" He calls towards the treeline.

The crickets fall silent.

Xander sighs. " Thorn, I know you’re there.”

After a beat of silence, a face peers out from behind a tree.

“…Yes, dad?” The boy tries with a grin.

“What are you doing out here? It’s getting late.”

Thorn steps carefully over the shrubbery back into the yard. “Just catching up.”

Turning back to the roses, Xander shakes his head. “You can spend time with your friends later. We have to be up early tomorrow, remember?”

“Oh, right…” Thorn glances at the sky in thought, then approaches the bush. He watches as his father snaps off a rose by its stem.

“Think your mom will like it?” Xander asks, lowering it so Thorn can see better.

Now, Thorn is by no means short. In fact, he officially reached six feet tall earlier that summer, or so Thorn’s twin brother Rowan says.

Still, Xander and Thorn’s eye level have quite the height gap.

Thorn examines the rose— fluffy, with a tiny ladybug crawling on one of its light purple petals.

“She’ll love it,” Thorn affirms. He reaches up and scoots the ladybug onto the knuckle of his forefinger. “Isn’t that right, little guy?”

Xander smiles warmly down at his son. “Perfect.” He places his free hand on Thorn’s head and tousles his long black hair, just like his own. “Now, go inside and get some sleep.”

“Alright. G’night, Dad.” Thorn says, giving him a one-armed hug before heading towards the door.

“And say goodnight to your friend, please,” Xander calls. ”We don’t need another incident with your twin.”

Thorn glances off into the distance. “Oh. Right. ” He looks down at the bug on his finger. “Let’s chat some other time.”

And just like that, the ladybug flies away.

Xander shakes his head, still smiling to himself. That boy.

After shutting and locking the back door, Xander gets the rose some fresh water in the little glass vase and positions it back onto the windowsill, right where his wife can see it when she returns tomorrow.

I hope she’s having fun, Xander thinks to himself. She deserves a nice night out.

With a slight nod of accomplishment, Xander spins on his heel. He gives one last glance to the rose before promptly bumping straight into something. “What the-“

He turns his head to see that the freezer door is wide open. Raising an eyebrow, he reaches forward and slowly pushes it shut.

As it closes, a petite blonde boy with big, round glasses steps out of the way to not be hit by the door.

Xander lets out a small laugh of confusion. “Apollo?”

Craning his neck to look up at his father, Apollo gives a half-smile. "Hi, Dad."

“We didn’t eat that long ago. You still hungry?"

Apollo shakes his head. "No." He holds up a bag of frozen peas. "The girls are fighting."

Xander takes the bag with a sigh. "Again?"

With a nod towards the doorway, Apollo leads Xander out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

"What is it this time?"

"No clue," Apollo says, pausing at the first step. "But Tilly got her sword out."

Xander sighs once again. "Right. Thanks, Apollo." He bends down, nearly in half, to kiss his son on top of his head. "Goodnight."

Climbing up the stairs, Xander can hear two voices arguing.

"Oh, come on, just one more!"

"No! You've done enough. I'm not gonna get my ass kicked just so you can faint on me."

Xander strides up to one of the bedroom doors and pushes it open.

Two girls stand in the center of the room, one holding a longsword and the other holding a bloody hand towel, both standing in the middle of a circle drawn on the floor. They turn to look at Xander as the door opens and fall silent.

Xander eyes the circle, the sword, and the cloth. "A little late to be inviting demons over, don't you think?"

The shorter one rolls her eyes, pressing the cloth onto her palm. "Look, I created a new spell and wanted to try it out." She nods toward the taller girl. "Tilly was just a precautionary measure, just in case—"

"Just in case you got in over your head?" Tilly smarms, holstering her sword. "I told you you should have waited for Dad or—"

"He would have said no, and Dad was busy!" The shorter girl crosses her arms.

"Kala, you still could have asked someone for help." Xander steps in further and puts a hand on his hip.

"I did ask for help. Tilly had my back!" Kala smiles. "Besides, the spell works, and I think you're gonna like what it does."

Xander huffs with a soft smile. This girl. "Well?"

Stepping over to her bed, Kala pushes the cloth to hold it in her bleeding hand and uses her free one to pick up an open book. "Look." She hops over to her father and holds it out to him.

Xander raises an amused eyebrow and takes it from her, trading it with the bag of frozen peas.

Kala takes it with a gentle, silent "thank you." She moves to a readied kit and begins to bandage her hand, holding the cold bag to it once she finishes.

The book is just over halfway used, filled with many months' worth of scribbles of sigils and symbols from all different sorts of languages and tongues. Xander examines the newest page.

"...A summoning spell?" He says, looking over at Kala. "Haven't I taught you a good handful of these? Why would you need a new one?"

"Because this one—" Kala chimes as she skips back to Xander with a grin. "Is different."

Xander gives her a nod to continue.

"Most of the summons you taught me rely on my demon magic, right?" She gestures to her bandaged hand. "And the summons that use blood magic need a lot of blood."

"Right."

"But look—" Kala moves to Xander’s side, pointing to the page. "This spell doesn't. It's a fraction of the normal amount."

Xander examines the page again, then looks down at his daughter.

"Now, whenever I need to summon some help quickly, or if I can't access my demon magic, you don't have to worry about me becoming anemic." Kala grins up at him. "I'd say that's something you'd be happy about, right?"

Xander returns the smile and hands her the book. "You'd be right." He tousles her head of black hair softly. "And I take it whoever you did end up summoning wasn't very happy?"

"Hence the sister." Kala gives Tilly a saccharine grin. "Love you, Matlida..."

Tilly rolls her eyes but grows a smirk as well. "Uh-huh."

Xander laughs. "Alright, you two. Bed. " He kisses the top of Kala's head and gives her a nudge towards her bed.

"Night, Dad," Kala says, giving him a one-armed hug and moving so she can shut the door behind him and Tilly.

"Goodnight, Kala." Xander shakes his head with a smile, putting his arm around Tilly's shoulder. "And that means you, too, Miss Knight-in-Shining-Armor."

"Yeah, yeah." Tilly hugs him and heads down the hall.

"Oh, and Tilly?" Xander calls. He gives her a warm nod. "Thanks for helping Kala."

Tilly salutes him with a playful smirk, stepping into her room and shutting the door behind her.

Placing his hands on his hips, Xander lets out a sigh. What am I going to do with those two?

Xander makes his way down the hall, past Rowan's shut door. He reaches into his pocket and sends him a text.

Hey, Rowan. Hope you're having fun <3 Remember to be back by morning.

The message blips with a 'thumbs up' reaction.

He slips his phone back into his pocket and continues towards the stairway.

Just as he goes to step down the first stair, he pauses. Oh, yeah. He backs up, spins on his heel, and strides over to a door decorated with black and white crime scene tape that reads "DO NOT ENTER - BIOHAZARD."

He knocks on the door gently with two of his knuckles. "Hey, kiddo—you doing okay?"

An annoyed voice sighs from the other side of the door. "I'm fine, Dad."

Xander glances at the ceiling with an amused smirk. "Alright. Remember, we have to—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, we have to be up early," the boy calls back.

"Alright." Xander laughs a little. "Well, whatever you're doing, wrap it up and get some sleep."

"Alright! " The voice snaps.

Guess he's in one of those moods. Xander sighs, tracing the wood of the door. "Well, I love you…."

The voice from the room sighs. "I love you too, Dad."

Xander smiles softly. "Night, kiddo."

Checking to his left and right, Xander counts the doors in his head. Nope, that's everyone. He gives himself a satisfied nod and finally makes his way back down the stairs.

It's rare to find a quiet hour inside the Talaros household. Xander usually has his wife's company to fill the silence. Or, by the time he has time to be up at a quiet hour, he's dead tired from work.

Tonight's different. And while he does miss Clarice, he's more than ready to enjoy the silence.

He wanders around the bottom floor of the house to see if he's missed anything. Garbage, dishes, kids… Nothing. The night is Xander's oyster.

Standing in the foyer, he puts his hands on his hips. What now?

Sure, he could go to bed and rest, but it would be a shame to let a night alone go to waste. But what would he even do?

Lost for ideas, Xander meanders his way back to the living room. Perhaps there's a show he can catch up on or a movie he can watch that Clarice isn't interested in. Or maybe, if he looks hard enough, he can find a book he hasn't yet read on their giant bookshelf.

That's unlikely.

He yawns as he shuffles along. Whatever he does, he's likely to fall asleep on the couch before finishes it. He stretches his long arms at the thought.

Mid-stretch, Xander reaches the living room. He gives one last bellowing yawn before surveying the scene.

Only, when he opens his eyes, the last thing he expects to see is the king of Hell standing in the corner.

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