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lovrily · 10 months

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hey there!! could i request another shy!reader with steve where they are just friends and he likes her but steve gets hurt and the reader takes care of him and he's surprised by it? not even related to the upside down necessarily it could just be something normal hahah. thank you!!

yes ofc!!! thank you for requesting!! fem!shy!reader | 1.5k words | cw: minor burns

"you have to put the car in drive to drive it, steve."

robin's voice pinged in his ears. damnit. he yanked on the gear shift, one foot on the brake, and was met with resistance again.

"i'm aware of that, i assure you."

"are you gonna put it in drive then?"

"it's stuck, robin. seriously?"

his head snapped to her in the passenger's seat, an incredulous look painted all over his face. robin blanched, but her resolve remained; she glared at the gear shift, and then up at you in the rearview mirror.

"he didn't say that, did he," she retorted.

all you could do was smile.

steve felt you watching as he and robin bickered about what to do with the car. you were stagnant in the parking lot of the movie theater, little round lights bordering the film posters reflecting off the hood of the BMW. he took robin and yourself to see labryinth, which he had not been excited for and was not impressed by. but the two of you had been eager to get tickets, and you seemed to like it.

tense as you were in the backseat with all the arguing going on, he could see that one expression glaze over your eyes. sometimes, you got this look on your face, steve noticed- when something had just happened or you had just seen something that excited you. you replayed it in your head, in your own little world. you must have really liked the movie, then.

your eyes met his in the rearview mirror and he tore his gaze away. it wasn't like him to be nervous around girls, of course (kind of), and it's not that you were entirely different- girls didn't have to be different for him to like them, but you were you, and it was impossible for him not to treat you differently.

steve didn't just like you. this was something else entirely. but the only times you ever looked him in the eye for more than a moment were by accident, and you rarely spoke more than a few sentences to him without suddenly realizing he could hear you, and going quiet.

he let robin finish her tangent about how the car would still work if he 'stopped ramming it into park when it was still rolling forward', and then it was silent. steve watched the corner of your face from the side mirrors and was relieved to see your expression calmed once the two of them stopped yelling.

he hadn't expected you to suddenly start looking at him or talking to him in one night, but, fuck, he did want you to enjoy yourself. he just wanted you to have fun and not get all nervous when you had no reason to, and he couldn't even pull that off. shouldn't it have been simple? he knew you well enough to know what set you off.

"alright," he rambled off, popping open his door. "i need to look at the radiator cap. i'll be back."

the key beeped in the ignition until he dropped it into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. it hit him like a brick, instantly, and he dragged his hands over his eyes. idiot, why'd you slam the door?

it was too late to do anything about it. steve rounded the front of the BMW and opened the hood, a wave of heat rippling across his face. it was the dead of summer, the back of his neck already clammy, and he was so nervous about getting you and robin home without having to flag down the box office lady that he thought he might suddenly understand how you seemed to feel all the time. it was exhausting.

the sound of a door closing was distant to him as he reached into the guts of the car and unscrewed the squeaky radiator cap.

scalding hot liquid shot out of the valve instantly. it grazed over his palm like a bullet, leaving a raw streak in its wake. steve cursed, clamping the cap back onto the spout and screwing it shut until the flow of coolant stopped; escaped droplets leaving tiny, round wells of flesh all over his fingers.

he heard you inhale and knew it was you. jesus. his nerves flared hot as the coolant, and he squeezed his jaw shut to prevent from shouting in your direction. his first instinct was to curl his hand into a fist and ball it up tight against his chest, which was a massive mistake-

"no!" you blurted, darting over. steve was already cursing by the time you peeled his fist away from him, the burns appearing like ribbed stretches of plastic. "oh, god, don't do that."

"sorry," he breathed. "fuck."

your eyes flickered up to his, wide and confused. "why would you be- is this the only big one? the one in the middle?"

you pointed at the wide burn across his palm, still holding his hand in yours like a snow globe or a porcelain mug. something heavy and fragile. he gawked at you, a little stunned, skin still searing.

"yeah," he breathed. get it together. "yeah, yeah, it's fine. that's it. the other ones are..." he gulped, "small."

he swallowed in between the words, surprised at how badly the tiny burns on his knuckles could hurt; surprised by how close you were and how intense your expression was as you studied his hand. your skin was soft. he was almost positive he'd never been this close to you before, and you were so focused.

"do they hurt?" you stiffened. "of course they do."

"no," he blurted. "no, i mean...they're alright. not that bad."

they were bad. they hurt, so bad.

you glanced up at steve and he grinned.

"i can't even feel 'em. seriously." he spread his fingers apart. "look how thick my skin is."

"that's ridiculous," you mumbled.

you took his other hand and placed the burnt one gently in his grasp before letting go and poking into the backseat of the car. he glanced around, like he'd suddenly lost his balance, floored at your eagerness to help. when you returned with a napkin and a water bottle, he stood straight up, swaying casually on his feet.

"playing doctor?" he murmured, watching you as you took his hand from him and splayed it open in your own.

the way you looked up at him, eyes wide, would have been enough to knock him over had he not braced himself for some sort of reaction as soon as he said it. it was too brash, too overt for you; of course your cheeks and ears went as hot as the radiator.

"sorry," he shook his head. but that was essentially an admittance that he was flirting, and he couldn't have that, so instead he said, "you're a good doctor."

you inhaled and gave a stern look at his hand, but he heard your breath shake.

"i am a good doctor."

you poured water over the small burns on his fingers, turning his hand over slowly and softly rolling his knuckles over and forward to make room for the liquid. when you wet the napkin and placed it over the widest burn on his palm, he exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes up at the sky. your eyes flew open.

"i'm sorry. you have to cool it off to help it."

"ouch."

"i'm sorry," you repeated, a little more urgent. your gaze was frantic when he glanced back down, and guilt spilled into him as if a dam had been broken. his lips quirked into a bemused but sad expression.

"you don't have to be sorry. you're healing me."

you snickered, and he followed the sound; tilting his head when you glanced away.

"that's a bit much."

"this is better than anything i would have done. or robin. she would have told me to peel the burns off, probably."

you actually laughed at that, his hand bobbing up and down in your own. "actually, if they were..."

you stopped. there it was- as if you suddenly realized he could really hear you when you spoke.

steve didn't follow the sound this time. he just watched you, unsure of what to do yet, unaware of the adoration written all over his face. and you were shy; not stupid. you saw it. so you kept going, encouraged.

"if they were worse, it might have been better to peel some of them off. but i'm glad we don't have to. they aren't too bad. i'm sorry the water was painful."

it wasn't an overly romantic or important line to close with, but it was the sentence that you started, and steve was just pleased that you finished it instead of going quiet. he watched you, like an image passing by.

"you're nice," steve said. "too nice."

his breath separated the hair at the top of your head, your nose close to his chest; his hand still in yours.

a honk sounded from the car like shattering glass. you tore your hand away; the moment over but not forgotten. the glare steve shot robin was faster and more scathing than any coolant or bullet.

steve opened the door for you and slipped into the driver's seat, sighing.

"i got it!" robin burst. "i just had to pull on it a couple times. it's fine, i think. for now."

he regarded her with a locked jaw and flared nostrils. she merely snapped what? in return, sinking into her seat.

steve didn't see her wiggling her eyebrows at the two of you in the rear view, but you did. his grip on the steering wheel relaxed when he heard you laughing softly from behind him.

#stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington drabble #steve harrington x reader fluff #steve harrington x you #stranger things x reader

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trigunwritings · 1 year

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Bad Habits (and Dutiful Husbands)

Rating: General

Relationships: Fem!Reader/Wolfwood/Vash

Summary: Vash and Wolfwood have to take care of a job, but their thoughts are still with their wife.

Written by @blood--hunter

Note: Reader is referred to as wife and uses she/her. Various pet names are also used through the writing.

The lighter sparked to life with only one flick. Wolfwood sighs in relief, lifting the small dancing flame to his cigarette as if it were as delicate as a butterfly. Just as he’s about to cup his hand—mostly out of habit— around the end, there is the sound of a gunshot.

In the same breath that the bullet meets his cigarette, Nicholas lets out a sigh. He had known it was going to happen, but it was still an annoyance that made his teeth grind.

“Seriously?” He asks, flickering dark eyes to the man walking towards him. Vash was dressed in his usual red coat as always, blond hair waving gently in the desert wind. “You couldn’t even let me have one drag?”

Though his gun was nowhere to be seen, Vash was the only one stupid enough to literally shoot something out of Nicholas D. Wolfwood’s mouth and not expect any consequences or accidental injuries.

“You heard the little lady.” Vash said, taking the final few steps to stand before his husband. “No more smoking. It’s bad for your lungs!”

Nick gnashed his teeth again, leaning against the large, cross-shaped gun that was behind him. Vash was, unfortunately, right. Their wife had strict orders for him not to smoke anymore largely out of concern for his health. He hadn’t the heart to tell her that his newfound powers would keep anything like cancer at bay, instead acquiescing to her and Vash’s whims than try to make the argument.

“Whatever,” He spits, turning his eyes to the ruined, ramshackle house before him. Within was hidden the Glass Gang, known for burning down any town they went through and turning the sand itself to glass in their wake. They preferred fire as their weapon of choice, and there was a bounty on them that could cover the bills for months. “At least I didn’t show up late.”

“Aw, c’mon, I just got a little held up.”

Wolfwood didn’t comment—with Vash, the excuse was probably literal.

He hoists his gun onto his shoulder, letting it sit there as he sauntered to the front door.

“Hey,” the man said, banging loudly at the door that held on by barely one hinge, “Come on out!”

“Could be a little more polite.” Vash sighs, but he stands there regardless, hovering over Nick’s shoulder like a worried hen.

Ever since they’d gotten married he had started doing that. He did it to their wife too, hovering, fidgetting, worrying about their health and how they felt. It was Vash’s way of showing how he cared, so Nick allowed it, and sometimes—only sometimes—he even found it cute. Their wife had told him that he needed to accept some things, like people caring about him, when they got married. Her words rang in his ears in moments like these.

It’s because he loves you, Wolfwood. Let him.

“Ain’t commin’ out!” A voice finally rings from inside.

He sighs. Sometimes he wished he’d just picked a different profession. Maybe being the town preacher would have been better, but it never really stuck and—if he were an honest man—he preferred sticking to Vash’s side. Otherwise, their wife would have done it and he didn’t think he could bare being the one at home taking care of things while she and their husband was out earning money.

Vash pipes up before Wolfwood can think of anything to say. “We have donuts!”

“Really?”

Nick raises a brow, looking to his husband. Vash is subtly shaking his head no.

So, it was a lie, then.

The voice inside responds all the same, “Then I guess I will!”

Nick has enough forethought to leap away from he door, grabbing Vash by the edge of his sleeve and hauling ass. Just as they get clear the slab of wood is kicked open— a burst of flames taking up the space where they had just stood.

Vash whines from beside them as they hit the sand. He looks over his shoulder to see a tall man—taller than even Vash— standing in the doorway. The gang-member held a huge flame thrower in his hands, complete with a large tank attached to the back of it, probably filled with some sort of fuel.

“What? No donuts for me!” The man says, a wide, hungry grin on his face, “Or are they all burnt?” Nick rolls his eyes but Vash chuckles, even if it is a little awkward.

“So,” His husband speaks from beside him as they both stand, dusting themselves off. “No way we can convince you to just turn yourselves in?”

“‘Fraid not.”

“Well, that stinks.” Vash sighs, “And here I told my wife that I wouldn’t get into any trouble today.”

“Our wife,” Wolfwood corrects, expression straight and unwavering.

The gang-member’s face crumples in confusion and discuss. “Your wife? What kind of woman would marry you two assholes?”

Nicholas lifts the punisher, taking aim for the tank of fuel, but Vash stops him with a firm hand on the end of his gun.

“Now, now, no need to go insulting us.”

The man chuckles. Nicholas’ frown deepens. One more stupid word and he was going to be eating lead.

“Nah, I won’t insult you anymore. But I am gonna make your little lady at home eat your ashes!”

He lifts his flame thrower. Vash dodges out of the way, rolling to the man’s side while Wolfwood goes the other way both of them are flanking him but as they get into position gun fire erupts from the house. The rest of the gang was joining the party.

Fine by him.

Wolfwood strafes with the weight of his weapon on his shoulder, letting bullets strip through the house’s walls. He knew Vash didn’t want anyone killed, and he didn’t want to disappoint his husband, but it was better to lay down covering fire and risk maiming someone than get killed themselves. Their wife would never forgive them if the both of them didn’t come back in one piece.

Vash, for his part, acclimates quickly to the new scenario and moves to be behind the large man. Unwilling to fire at—what seems to be—their boss, or to get hit themselves, the gang-members stop firing, probably to attempt to repossession themselves.

Their leader growls deep in the back of his throat, trying to swing around to set Vash ablaze but Wolfwood’s husband is too fast, and manages to stay behind him as he swings from side to side.

“Get back here you little freak!”

“No thanks! I don’t wanna end up roasted!”

“Fight fair damnit!”

“Nope!”

As the two of them continue to bicker, Wolfwood makes his way into the house. There are five other gang members and all of them are scrawny, hungry men who aren’t very hard to take down now that their cover is gone and their boss is preoccupied. After tying them up with rope as one big group he emerges from the house again.

Vash has his hands raised, a simpering smile on his face as the boss points the nozzle of his flame-thrower at the other man.

“Got you now!”

Wolfwood sighs, rolling his eyes. “When are you going to stop playing with him?”

The boss smiles wide, eyeing him. “What? So you want me to roast your husband right in front of your eyes!”

“Wasn’t talking to you.”

The man’s face crumples in confusion, but it’s Vash who speaks next. “Oh, I was just gonna let him get this out of his system first.”

With a click the gang-member attempts to light his weapon. Then another click. And another.

Click. Click. Click.

It’s only now that he realizes the tank of fuel is long gone, Vash having gotten rid of it long before Wolfwood even went into the house.

“W-What?!”

“Sorry buddy, couldn’t let you go around setting people on fire!”

Before the man can say anything more, he’s on the ground and his hands are tied behind his back.

Another long breath leaves Nicholas and he grabs for his cigarettes without thinking. He barely has time to put it in his mouth before a gunshot rings out, knocking it away once again.

“God damnit blondie!”

“Hey! Wifey’s orders!”

#trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #trigun x reader #sfw #sfw writing #fic #sfw fic #writing #vash fic #wolfwood fic #wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #blood--hunter

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automaticpizzahologram · 1 year

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Sorry, I'm a crap writer, I didn't expect it to get as popular as it is .

If you have any ideas, feel free to say

Part 3

Bill and I have been at the park for around about an hour laughing and telling each other stories when I get a call from my mam, telling me that I need to head home. I don't really want to go as Bill and I are having a great time

" I have to go home. it's getting late, and mam wants me home." I say, looking him in the eyes, he has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

"That's fine. I should head back. The others are probably wondering where i am."

We both walk out the park and down the narrow path side by side as we reach the end, Bill turns to me and gives me a piece of paper, which I assume has his number on it.

"Call me, bye,"

"Bye," we both go our separate ways, I turn my neck to look at him, a smile creeping onto my face, making my face go hot. I turn back around and practically run home feeling giddy. I don't get much attention from boys ,none, really, so it doesn't take much to fluster me. I mean, the last relationship I had doesn't even count as it was a primary school one in year 5.

Once I reach my house I open the door.

"I'm home,"

"GREAT, HAVE YOU DONE YOUR SPARXS HOMEWORK," mom shouts.

"Yeah, I did it on Wednesday,"

Huffing I run upstairs and jump straight on my bed gazing at the ceiling, I think back to the park, smiling I remember about the piece of paper. I open my phone and add him to my contacts.

'Hey,it's Y/N.' I type out as soon as I send it. I slam the phone onto my bed and walk to the other side of my room. My phone buzzes, not even 10 seconds later. Rusing back over, I pick up my phone

'Hey, miss me already?'

I blush,

'You wish hahaha'

Getting ready for bed, my phone buzzes again, picking it up it's a picture of what looks like one of Bill's friend with semi long brown hair looking at the camera with a shocked face and Bill and the others not having a clue in the background.

'Future cover of vouge'

'Ikr, all the ladies love me,I'm georg btw, iak who u are, he hasn't shut up about you lol'

'Really? '

'Yeah, ima see how long it takes for him to notice that I have his phone.'

' You do that then'

'So what do you like to do? Personally, I like to play guitar and

hang with my bros'

'Hang with my bros💀, I really like plants, and I guess I like where I work'

'Lame'

'OK, Mr., all I do is play guitar, I did that in y4'

'Ma.meh mehmeh'

'Are you seriously making fun of me over text'

' What are you gonna do about it?'

Suddenly, I get a video call, and I pick up knowing who it is.

"Well, hello, oh famous y/n."

"Hello,georg. I'm guessing they still haven't figured it out yet. "

"Yep. They're still playing uno. " The camera switches around to reveal Bill and the others in a hotel room. The camera switches back around to face Georg.

" You look like a drowned fish."

"Well, at least I don't have my pants so low, not even my belt can help,"

We bicker on for a few minutes until a shout comes from the other end of the phone

"Jeez, okay, who got your thong in a twist gustav?" Mumbled shouting, is heard until I heard a loud

"Is that my phone? Who are you talking to?"

"Yes and y/n"

'WHAT,' loud stomping is heard until it stops and the phone is wrestled out of goreg's hand and a makeup free Bill is on screen.

"Halo"

"Hey Bill, had a nice game of uno?'

His face starts to heat up a tad .

"Yes, did you miss me so much you wanted to call me?"

" Totally, yeah, it's not like a rat looking creature called me," I say, referring to goreg

" I heard that you ugly chihuahua,"

I ended up talking to the whole group until 22:30pm, we would have continued to chat if it wasn't for me needing to get to bed as i need to get to school at 7 in the morning.

My weird ass alarm wakes me up . Wanting to curl back up in bed and cry, I get up and head to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

I have to leave the house at about 6: 30 as it takes 20 minutes just to walk to the school gates. If it wasn't for my GCSES, I would have missed so many days off school just to sleep.

Munching on my toast, I walk along the extremely long path that's right next to a road to school. Music blasts in my headphones as I bop my head to the music.

Once I reach the gates, I walk around to the schools student entrance. I hate having to spend an extra 2 hours at school, but it's going to be worth it in the long run. Walking into the dining room, I see pheobe sitting at our table.

"You're here early,"

"I woke up at five and couldn't get back to sleep,"

"I don't know how you do it,"

"I can't be arsed for math at 7 in the morning,"

The school day passes by slowly, I mean, imagine being at school for 8 hours.

Once the school day ends, I finally look at my phone to find about 30 texts from an unknown number.

' nah gustav is being hella boring rn'

'I look too good rn for this'

'Do you know any good fast food here'

'Why aren't you answering? It's literally after 3 '

'Georg?'

'The one and only'

'How did you get my number'

'I have my ways'

'You took it from Bill, didn't you?'

'Totally not, anyway as I asked earlier what's good food around here'

'I dunno, domino's.?"

'OK, why so hesitant? It's not shit is it?'

'No, not really, just kinda pricey '

'Doesn't bother me, I'm rich'

'Totally'

'Bye ,Mrs kaulitz'

'GEORG'

'BRO'

'NO'

' Are you really leaving me on delivered rn-'

As soon as I get home, I run to my room to get changed into some comfortable and baggy clothes instead of this uncomfortable uniform .

Lying on my stomach, I flick through my true crime magazine until I get bored and place it to the side.

Not knowing what to do, i huff and stand up, walking out of my room and into maddies room.

"Who are we going to see next week?"

"Tokio Hotel, Tom is literally SO HOT,"

"And how old is he?"

"16"

"Your 13 maddie"

"And?"

"Oh my godddd," walking out of her room, I hear my ringtone playing from my room. Picking up the phone, I quickly check who's ringing, It's Bill"

" Hey Bill,"

"Hallo, y/n, do you wanna maybe wanna come over and watch movies and have pizza georg says that he found a good place called Domino's, and you don't have to pay"

"Sure , that'll be cool. I'll text my mom saying I'm going out,"

"Awesome, where are you? I can pick you up. "

I gave Bill my address and then ran to my desk, making sure that I looked good and applying some soap and glory mascara, then downstairs to get my shoes on. Not long later, a black SUV pulls up out on the path.

God, georg wasn't bluffing. A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I grab my keys and open the door

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Thanks so much for reading. I'll get to work on the next chapter soon.

#bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel #georg

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daisymintt · 8 months

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I have too many ideas for Merlin fics so I’m just gonna dump them here, if you write one please tag me I’d love to read it!

• Arthur is seen as a traitor to the crown and is about to be killed when Merlin saves him and they go on the run and become some of the most well known bandits in Camelot, the Fallen Prince and his Warlock (inspired by Americano by Lady Gaga)

• A beast that feeds off magic goes to Camelot and takes Merlin, Arthur and the Knights embark on a rescue mission

• A visiting Noble introduces a new “sport” to Uther, sorcerer hunting. In which a captured sorcerer is released into the woods with only the clothes on their back and are hunted down by knights and specially trained hounds. Intrigued, he partakes of this “sport”. Merlin is disgusted and goes into the forest to help them escape only to become the prey. Will he be able to keep his magic secret? Or will he be doomed?

• Merlin on the run inspired by the song Run Boy Run

• Rumor Has It/Rumor Mill, a bunch of different rumors start cropping up in Camelot varying from absurd to believable

• A visiting Lady takes a shine to Merlin, Arthur gets jealous.

• Arthur and Merlin are on a hunting trip and stop at a tavern. While there they overhear a local ghost story about an ghost that of a Lady who lived in the manor up the street. Her husbands kept dying “mysteriously” and she went mad with grief. They say the manor is haunted. Merlin takes it seriously and Arthur teases him about, later they go to the abandoned manor and have an encounter with the ghost. Get trapped in the manor. The ghost carries a bloody hatchet. Nearly takes Arthur’s head off. Similar to Constance Hatchaway.

• Stardust AU

• Arthur follows in his dad’s footsteps and sets out to kill the last Druid, a boy called Emrys. Little did he know that his friend Merlin was that druid. Inspo: Still/Neva Flows Reprise

• 1920’s America Merlin runs a speakeasy

• Gaius is away dealing with an outbreak of sweating sickness at a border town leaving Merlin as acting Court Physician while he’s away.

- A visiting Nobel lady goes into labor, Merlin has to help her.

• Merlin catches a cold yet refuses to stop working, his magic is also affected. Every time he sneezes something magical happens leaving chaos in his wake. His magic stops reacting when he Gaius sneaks him a sleeping draught mixed with some cold medicine (or at least the medieval equivalent that addresses the symptoms), Arthur not so subtly frets about Merlin’s wellness.

• Merlin overextends his magic and when he gets back to Camelot he tries to do a small spell and it doesn’t work, discovers he has a “Sorcerers Cold” it doesn’t affect the physical body but the magical one. In other words, how magic is on the fritz until he can get some proper rest.

• Last Night Gus episode where they super drunk and wake up in weird places. They spend the day trying to piece together what happened last night

• A sorcerer disguised themselves as Merlin to get close to Arthur

• A shapeshifter that appears as your hearts greatest desire appears as Merlin to Arthur and lures him into a trap, Merlin has to save him. Classic who’s the real Merlin scenario where Arthur has to ask a question that only the real Merlin would know the answer too.

• A vampire arrives in Camelot.

• Merlin’s shadow has the wings of a dragon, Arthur notices

• Merlin and Arthur have been arguing over something for a while now, Leon is tired of being stuck in the middle of it and traps them in a room. He refuses to let them come out until they figure out whatever they’re fighting about. (Ten minutes in the closet trope)

• A drunk Merlin finds himself in Arthur’s room, Arthur takes care of him. Merlin is very affectionate when drunk. (Inspo: bad idea right? By Olivia Rodrigo)

• Merlin and Morgana are friends and Arthur is jealous of there close bond, Arthur thinks that they’re courting and confronts Merlin about it.

• Morgana or someone casts a spell while the knights, Arthur, and Merlin are asleep on a quest that joins their dreams together. Merlin is very skittish afraid that he may accidentally reveal his magic. Inspo: A Nightmare on Killmotor Hill! Season 2 episode 19 of Ducktales.

• 5 weird places Merlin has fallen asleep and one not so weird one (it’s Arthur’s bed)

#arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #merlin #merlin emrys #merthur #merlin fandom #bbc emrys #emrys #fanfic #fanfiction #writing prompts #fanfiction prompts #merlin prompt #merlin x arthur #merlin fic #merlin fanfic

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mellowsadistic · 1 year

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“Hi, sweetie! How have you been doing since I last saw you?”

Chloe looked up vacantly, drooling around her piece of candy. There was a grown-up leaning against the garden railings, smiling down at her.

Chloe smiled back at him around her paci lollipop. But then she frowned. The grown-up looked familiar. She’d seen him before, hadn’t she? Where did she know him from? She blinked. Something was different. She was thinking in words. She was thinking properly for the first time in… how long? She looked around, taking in the sight of her playmat, her teddy bear, the books Mummy and Daddy read to her, things she suddenly had names for. She became conscious of the thick disposable diaper bulging between her thighs, and a blush crept across her cheeks. That wasn’t right, was it? She was way too old to be in nappies. She glanced down at her long legs and lifted a hand to her chest, feeling the breasts beneath her shirt. She wasn’t a baby… Then it all came back to her in a rush. Oh God, she thought. She looked up at the man standing above her and pulled the rock candy out of her mouth with a wet pop. “You!” she said.

“Me,” the man agreed. “You seem to be enjoying your new life.” He looked up and waved at the house behind her. Chloe looked over her shoulder to see her mother waving merrily back from the porch. “Just a little spell to stop them worrying,” said the man, the magician. He winked at her. “They think I’m a family friend stopping by to say hello to their special girl.”

“You… you turned me into… into this!” Chloe’s face was scarlet. “Oh my God,” she said, as the reality of the past year of her life began to truly sink in. A year since this man had caught her stealing trick or treat candy from a bunch of stupid kids. A year since she’d been dropped off at her parents’ doorstep with the mind of a one-year-old, prattling nonsense, with her jeans soaked with pee and a load in the back of her panties. A whole year of messy feedings in her highchair, of going potty in her own pants, of having her Mum and her Dad and her smirking little sister coo at her and tickle her tummy and change her diapers on the living room floor. A year of having her friends as babysitters, having them try to wake her up from her breakdown or her accident or whatever they were calling it, only for them to wrinkle their noses in disgust as she pooped herself in front of them, grinning like a moron all the while. “Change me back!” Chloe demanded, dizzy with shame. “Or I’ll… I’ll… I’ll call the police!”

“Seriously?” the man laughed. “By the time you reach a telephone, I’ll have you babbling in baby talk and dribbling down your chin, Chloe. Don’t presume to threaten me, girl. But as it happens, I’m here to give you a chance to be an adult again. I did promise, remember? I told you I’d come to see you again in one year’s time, and if you were good, I’d let you grow back up.”

“Please!” said Chloe, changing tack at once. “I’ve been good! And I’ve… I’ve learned my lesson! Please let me be normal again! I don’t want to go back to… to that.”

“Hmm...” said the man, looking thoughtful. His eyes were twinkling. “Are you sure, sweetie? Look at that yummy candy you’ve got! It seems like your parents spoil their big baby daughter rotten. You can have all the Halloween candy you can eat now. No need to steal it from anyone! Sure you don’t want to stay as an overgrown baby, Chloe?"

“No, please!” Chloe begged, looking desperate. “I just want to be normal again! I won’t steal anymore, I promise!”

“Well, alright,” said the man. “I’ll let you keep your adult mind then, okay? But I’m not giving you back your potty training, little lady. I think being stuck in diapers permanently will be a good reminder for you of the consequences of bad behaviour.”

“What?!” Chloe squealed in revulsion, looking down at the bulky, crinkly thing wrapped around her bottom. “No! You can’t!”

“It won’t be so bad,” the man said reassuringly. “Lots of adults deal with incontinence, Chloe. I know it might be a bit embarrassing for a pretty young woman like you to go around trying to live your normal life with soggy, stinky diapers bulging out from under your clothes, but-”

“No! No! No!” Chloe banged her fists down on her playmat furiously. “I’m not gonna be some diaper-dependent freak! Turn me back to normal! Make it so all this never happened!”

“Sorry, sweetie,” said the man, “but I’ve made up my mind. And in any case, it’s not possible to just undo everything that’s happened like that.”

“Yes it is!” Chloe screeched. “You’re a wizard! Undo it! Undo it all now!”

“Now, now, don’t get grumpy,” said the man. “I can hardly go around altering everyone’s memories, can I? Do you know how much work that would be? Sorry honey, but even if I let you be an adult again, all your friends and family are going to remember that year you spent as a drooling, pants-pooping rugrat.”

“No!” Chloe squealed. She'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again! She felt an intense rage building up inside her. Just because she’d stolen some candy from some dumb brats on Halloween, this man thought he had a right to ruin her life?! “Fuck you!” she shouted. “You did this to me! You fix it!”

The man sighed, shaking his head. “Such a silly girl,” he said. “I can see just one year as a cute little baby hasn’t improved your behaviour at all. This time, I think I’ll wait two years before I give you another chance. Hopefully you’ll have changed your attitude by then. If you don’t learn your manners soon, Chloe, you’ll end up spending the prime years of your life crawling around as an oversized infant!"

Chloe felt her blood turn to ice. “No, wait!” she said at once. Her anger was quickly being replaced by fear. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!” But she could already feeling a funny tingling in her head. “No, pwease! I don’t wanna be a bubu… Abububu… Abababa goo! Goo goo gaga bababa!”

Chloe shoved her candy back into her mouth and began sucking on it eagerly. She felt a twinge in her bladder, and she let it go at once. Warm pee-pee flooded her nappy, and she giggled, bouncing a little on her bottom, enjoying the feeling of the squishy padding beneath her.

“Bye-bye, baby Chloe!” the man said in a sweet, syrupy voice. He gave her a little wave, and Chloe responded clumsily. What a friendly grown-up. “See you in two more years!”

#mellowsadistic

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blueberrypancakesworld · 6 months

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Lawrence Gordon - In a relationship

Warning : fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, implied smut, chance of mind, loss of a foot

Info : So back at it again with another Saw fic and this time our favorite doctor Lawrence Gordon Ladies and Gentleman. Have fun reading ;)

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°Loving and Obsessive

°You would meet in medical school, he on his way to becoming a doctor and you a nurse. You would study together in the big library and meet from time to time outside the university. What were initially coffee dates soon became restaurant visits and more romantic gestures from Lawrence. He loved to give you the flirt and tease you until you could finally see each other again.

°The late night learning led to you waking up together in a bed with books and papers spread out and you felt his arm around you as he murmured ,,Good morning" to you. The time between you was full of love and you even thought for a while that you would move in together and get married so lovingly he treated you. So often he had given you gifts, adored you and loved you.

°But when you both finished your studies, it was he who showed up with another woman by his side. A doctor not a nurse like you, it was she he took with him and left you behind. An incident that saw and even took you some time to start working in a hospital always with the fear that you would meet him.

°But with time the pain passed and you seemed to be over it, much to your delight. Until you took a new job in a new hospital and ran into a certain doctor on your ward. ,,Lawrence?" she said in confusion, seeing the man she had once loved as older, handsomer and prettier. But she saw the gold ring on his finger and how he looked at her in surprise and didn't seem to believe that she was here with him.

°But she walked past him, left him standing there and felt him looking after her. But she quickly had to admit to herself that her heart had never stopped beating for him, that she still loved him and that his advances to woo her were becoming more and more obvious. At first it was apologies and gestures, but when he reached for her in the medicine room and she let the door fall shut, it was silent between them.

°His bright eyes went to hers and she saw him watching her again with that loving expression before they kissed and found each other again in the darkness of the room. Knowing that he was married, the relationship between them was stronger than ever. But she noticed that he was becoming more cunning, perhaps even a little arrogant in his work and loved it when she praised him.

°She still loved it when he could give her presents and she was his pretty jewel. Until the incident when he suddenly disappeared and was gone for months he had disappeared during which time you searched for him not giving him up and found out through a couple of relationships how his wife had not been seen either. Had he disappeared?

°No, after months of pain and crying because you thought he had left you after all, someone rang your doorbell at night. Standing at the door in the rain was a frail, aged Lawrence Gordon. There was pain and apology in his gaze before tears came to your eyes and you fell into his arms before calling him in.

°But the biggest shock was when you watched him as his eyes fled from the light that seemed too bright, his different gait and you saw the prosthetic on his foot. How you made him soup and gave him blankets and towels and held him while he stifled his tears and reached for the painkiller instead.

°Since then he had changed and didn't want to tell you what had happened, you helped him to get better as best you could and had long since become so devoted to him that he was your everything and vice versa. But in his new way he had a goal, a goal which he took more seriously than anything else. But at some point you found out yourself what had happened when you met Lawrence with John in your house at night.

°You knew the older man, you had seen him in the hospital and the fact that he was the Jigsaw killer would have almost pulled the rug out from under you if Lawrence hadn't supported you. But since then you've been another piece of the puzzle in the game, you've been the eyes and ears in the hospital, and like Lawrence, you've become more and more absorbed in his new role, his new purpose.

He still loved you and took you, but the ropes with which he tied you up, looked at you and let you hang from the ceiling seemed to get tighter and tighter. His gestures more demanding and more demanding but his voice every time made you lose your mind while you took your role and he gave you everything you wanted. You were his darling.

°You came with him to the meeting of the victims, standing by his side with your hand on his shoulder. How he saw there his walking stick in the hand that you had chosen with him. It only made him more handsome for you and you both pulled the strings like spiders in the background during the games.

°It was you who stood at the end, carrying on the legacy and yet giving yourselves to each other. You took the heart he had and he gave you the love you needed. You were the king and queen in the game.

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@a-writer-on-elm-street

#saw movies #saw #saw franchise #lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw lawrence #cary elwes

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ystrike1 · 7 months

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We Got Ourselves Stuck Inside an Adult Fantasy Novel - By Hyeyong (4/10)

Isekai trash only. You will not be able to comprehend this story unless you're already familiar with isekai and reincarnation plots. It does not care. All three protagonists are friends, and they take over a fantasy world together. Their greed and lust gets them nothing but praise and victory. The men have less personality than usual. Max trash.

We start out with a fangirl.

She wakes up as a heroine. I'm using the "real" names because this whole story is just roleplay. Siyeon does not care about her role as heroine. She only cares about hot faces and romance. She's been trying to convince her friends to read isekai for years and that's her whole personality.

She's the one who attracts the yandere prince.

She doesn't go alone. Her two best friends that are not interested in isekai come with her. There is no shame whatsoever here. All three women collectively do not care. They just decide to live life to the fullest as rich aristocratic ladies. Apparently none of them have children, friends or family. Nobody thinks about their past life unless it's a bad memory, because living in a fantasy world is soooo superior.

Yein is the hot villainess. She leaves for the countryside. She really struggled in the real world. She is a sadist. She's into extreme BDSM. She could never find a partner because she was never completely honest, and her male partners always left when she suddenly changed in the bedroom.

She buys a buff slave, and she makes him her submissive servant. It's hella toxic and she ignores every BDSM safety rule.

She is a high lady who can do whatever.

God even gives the three ladies phones, so they can chat.

Yein goes to the countryside because she doesn't...say it with me...care (about anything but BDSM)

Jiwon becomes the top aide for the prince. She loves money and she loves power. She sets Sihyeon up with the prince. She knows Sihyeon will be happy as a spoiled fantasy bride, and if the prince goes yandere....she can control the kingdom while he's busy locking her up.

It's funny, but nobody in universe is taking this seriously. It feels fake.

It's beyond parody.

Terris is a "Standard Yandere Prince ML"

Black hair. Red eyes. He killed his siblings to take the throne. He's strong, smart but not well liked because he's feared. He has few friends...you've met this man twenty times...or you don't get the meta joke and this story isn't for you.

Meta humor is annoying. Don't worry this won't get a high rating no matter what, because every page is a cheap laugh and the BDSM play is questionable.

He looks like this.

Please note this kind of appearance is a running joke in the OI Fandom. Lots of fans laugh at the factory produced ML's like this one, but it's a reaaaallllyyyy stale and tired joke.

The whole story is stale.

He kidnaps Sihyeon and he proposes because....because....um she likes him??? And he likes to be liked???

He is actually yandere we do get crazy scenes with him. He does give more power to Jiwon. Controlling Sihyeon becomes his new hobby.

The yandere scenes get consistently ruined by tired jokes it's a snorefest.

He thinks he's the number 1 mastermind but Jiwon is behind him pulling the strings.

....it all feels very safe and sassy.

Haha it's funny cuz of course a yandere that gets too obsessed would lose power lollll...

It gets old after like five chapters.

Sihyeon is in the gilded prison of her dreams. She's a social butterfly, so she makes lots of friends. She gets to wear the frilly dresses she has always admired. She's a noble adult woman, so after she marries she doesn't have to worry about her family much. They don't even show up. Terris never does anything unexpected and this is an "adult" book, so she has fun every day.

It's a happy and twisted ending.

All three women role play, drink, hang out and use handsome men forever.

I absolutely despise every single one of them.

They are the most unlikable protagonists I've seen this year.

#We Got Ourselves Stuck Inside an Adult Fantasy Novel #yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome games #otome #otome isekai

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THE CABIN IN THE WOODS. [ 2 / 2 ] roleplay sentence starters of the 2011 film. feel free to edit according to scenario / pronouns. tw: violence, drugs, death, murder, horror, manipulation.

there's always next year.

they're like something from a nightmare.

no. they're something nightmares are from.

you get used to it.

should you?

a couple more minutes, who knows what might've happened?

dude, be thankful. those things are terrifying. and the cleanup on them is a nightmare.

yeah, well, they may be zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots, but they're our zombified, pain-worshipping, backwoods idiots.

i'd just like to see them fall on their asses, for once.

there's too much riding on this.

come on, like you wouldn't want a piece of that.

can we not talk about people in pieces any more tonight?

are you feeling lonely, [ name ]?

i never did buy that ring.

i have a theory about all this.

[ name ], do you wanna go lie down?

don't push me around.

you seriously believe nothing weird is going on?

[ name ]'s just drunk.

you're not seeing what you don't wanna see.

pop-tarts? did you say you have pop-tarts?

[ name ], i love you, but you're really high.

we are not who we are.

i'm gonna go read a book with pictures.

you speak latin?

weird how it all comes back.

well, it's a weird kind of night.

i'm sorry about tonight.

what are you running away for?

did i get a little beer on your shirt? i guess it'll have to come off, huh?

your basic human needs disgust me.

it's so dark. take me inside?

show us the goods.

you understand what's at stake, here?

[ name ], man, you gotta wake up. your shit is topsy-turvy.

i'm gonna go for a walk.

okay. i swear to fucking god, somebody is talking. or i'm pretty sure someone is.

what are you saying?

what do you want?

you think i'm a puppet, huh?

you think i'm a puppet. gonna do a little fucking puppet dance!

i'm the boss of my own brain, so give it up.

i thought there'd be stars.

we are abandoned.

jesus, what happened?

where are you hurt?

we've gotta get out of here.

i'm not leaving here without [ name ].

what is that thing?

we gotta lock this place down.

no matter what happens, we have to stay together.

watch the master work.

we should split up.

i'm on a reality tv show.

my parents are gonna think i'm such a burnout.

help me! help me!

this is where he killed them.

this is where he kills us.

let's just check the walls, okay?

you like pain? how's that work for you?

remember when you could just throw a girl in a volcano?

how old do you think i am?

the evil is defeated!

fuck you! fuck you! fuck you!

any word from downstairs?

you guys are humanity's last hope.

we're dark on the whole sector.

what the fuck do you think i'm doing?

look out! get out of the way! make a hole!

[ name ], what is going on?

we can't go back.

there's no way across.

what're we gonna do? jump?

i'll get help.

i'm coming back with cops and choppers.

he hit something.

[ name ] was right.

there's gotta be another road.

you're missing the point.

please, do not go nuts on me, okay, [ name ]? you're all i've got, now.

you're celebrating?

how can the ritual be complete?

it's so strange.

i'm actually rooting for this girl.

tequila is my lady! my lady!

you knuckleheads.

i'm just giving you a hard time.

turn the fucking music off.

that's impossible. everything was done within the guidelines.

[ name ], come on.

what is this place?

i had to dismember that guy with a trowel.

somebody sent those dead fucks up here to get us.

do we wanna go down?

where else are we gonna go?

they made us choose. they made us choose how we die.

take him out first.

how does that help us right now?

good work, zombie arm.

this should've gone differently.

i can only imagine your pain and confusion.

what's happening to you is part of something bigger.

you've seen horrible things. an army of nightmare creatures, but they are nothing compared to what came before.

this is part of a ritual.

they don't just want to see us killed. they want to see us punished.

we work with what we have.

the sun is coming up in eight minutes. if you live to see it, the world will end.

you can die with them … or you can die for them.

you have to be strong.

you feeling strong?

i'm so sorry i almost shot you.

i'm sorry i let you get attacked by a werewolf and then ended the world.

giant evil gods. i wish i could've seen them.

that would have been a fun weekend.

#horror sentence starters #rp sentence starters #rp memes #writing prompts #horror prompts #the cabin in the woods sentence starters #film sentence starters #request #two parter

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You shook me all night long, part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: You and Eddie hang out again and you tease him as much as you can while he stays oblivious. Confessions are made and smut is had.

Warnings: 18+, p in v sex, fingering, grinding, praise kink, light choking, horny insatiable Eddie.

Authors Notes: I hope you guys like the conclusion to this story! This is the second and last part, the first can be found here if you are interested. As smutty as this is its also so fluffy and romantic, pls give me this man.

Eddie is woken up by the sound of the kettle boiling, scrunching up his face at the intrusive noise and turning over on the couch to stretch as he slowly wakes himself up. His heart flutters as the memories of last night with you come flooding back to him. But then his heart drops as he realises you’re no longer laying here with him. He sits up quickly and eyes his uncle, who had been the one to wake him up. He was smirking at Eddie knowingly, clearly amused by something.

“Morning Ed. Had a good night?” he asks with a smile, leaving Eddie confused for a moment before he nods his head towards a note sitting on the table beside him. Eddie scrambles towards it, heart beating out of his chest as he sees your cute scrawl on the paper. ‘Morning Eddie, I have to head off for work now and I didn’t want to disturb you, but I had to thank you for such a lovely night. I had so much fun with you, I really hope we get to do this again soon. Y/n.’ Your phone number was also written at the bottom of the page and Eddie’s heart fluttered happily as he read your words over and over. Wayne peeked over at him, smiling to himself as he saw the dreamy look on Eddie’s face. He knew that Eddie had trouble making friends, particularly ‘lady friends’ so he was thrilled to see that Eddie had seemingly found someone. Since taking Eddie in, he’d seen how just the way he dresses makes people have such a biased and cruel opinion of him. It saddened him because Eddie was genuinely such a kind and caring kid, but he was just glad Eddie had found someone to look past that, to see the brilliance in him as a person.

“She sounds real nice” Wayne mutters, smiling gently over at Eddie. Eddie looks up and meets his smile with one of his own, eyes shining.

“Yeah, she is.”

After grabbing a quick breakfast and driving like a lunatic, Eddie practically sprints into school, gaining a few raised eyebrows and judging stares as he raced through the halls. He didn’t care though, he had only one mission in mind and that was finding fucking Wheeler or Henderson and finding out as much as he could about you. He runs into the canteen, where he sees the boys sitting at their table, all laughing as they discuss something together. Dustin catches sight of Eddie bounding towards the table and waves happily, before stopping when he catches sight of the determined expression on Eddie’s face. It was never a good thing when Eddie was revved up.

“You okay man?’ Dustin asks as Eddie approaches the table, eyebrows raised questioningly.

“Oh I am more than okay” Eddie exclaims loudly, slamming himself down at the head of the table. “I am doing absolutely incredible in fact” he grins widely as the boys look at each other in confusion. “And that is exactly why I need your help” Eddie says seriously, turning to look right at Mike and Dustin expectantly as they sink back into their chairs with nervous laughs.

“Uh, with what man?” Mike asks cautiously, not wanting to provoke Eddie again after the hellfire rant from the other day. Eddie leans forward on his elbows, getting closer to the two confused boys as he clasps his hands together.

“I need to ask about y/n” Eddie says seriously, eyes flicking between the two boys as he waits to see their reaction. What Eddie doesn’t expect is for them to smile at each other knowingly, Gareth and Jeff erupting laughter from the other side of the table.

“Oh, so this is about your crush on y/n” Dustin says with laugh, brow cocked in amusement.

“I don’t- how did you, what?” Eddie exclaims in bewilderment, looking at them in confusion as to how they already knew.

“Dude you literally flirted with each other all night, it was gross” Mike chimes in, answering Eddie’s silent question. Everyone agrees to this nodding and muttering about how obvious it was while Eddie sits completely still, brain trying to process what Mike had just said.

“Wait, with each other??” Eddie shouts suddenly, wide eyed and fists clenched towards his chest. “You guys think she was flirting with me??” He asks in shock, gawking around the table as his friends sigh at him.

“Are you joking? She was giving you goo-goo eyes all night!” Dustin laughs in exasperation, Eddie staring wide eyed back at him. “She even laughed at all your bad jokes, she was definitely flirting” Dustin says sarcastically, but still assuring Eddie a little bit more when he thinks back and remembers you did laugh at most of his shitty jokes. Eddie grabs him by the shoulders desperately, looking into Dustin’s eyes deeply to determine if he was telling the truth.

“But are you sure Henderson? I mean, am I even her type? What is her type? Is she even single? I never actually asked her, what if she isn’t? Even if she is I’m just Eddie the freak, I definitely wouldn’t be her typ-” Eddie rambles frantically, mind whirring as the insecurities spill out of his mouth before he was interrupted by Dustin placing his hands on his shoulders.

“Eddie” Dustin says gently, “Firstly, you are a great guy and any girl would be crazy not to be into you.” Eddies face softens at this, a smile tugging at his lips at Dustin’s kind words. “And secondly, yes she is single, and that is because she rejects any guy that even attempts to flirt with her. Believe me, even Steve tried and got let down and that man is gorgeous. So she must really like you” Dustin says reassuringly, and Eddie’s heart swells at his words. Eddie seems satisfied by this, patting Dustin on the shoulders and nodding gratefully as Dustin does the same before pulling away to turn to Mike.

“And what do you think Wheeler?” Eddie asks chewing on his lip, wanting the reassurance from them both. Mike sighs and laughs, shaking his head at Eddie’s naivety.

“Dude she is definitely into you, I say go for it” he assures Eddie, looking over pointedly at Gareth and Jeff and signifying for them to say something to reassure him too. Eddie follows his eyes and looks at the boys with puppy eyes.

“Yeah she was all over you man” Gareth chimes in, nodding in assurance at Eddie.

“Plus, we couldn’t help but notice the two of you left together after the game” Jeff says, trailing off with a raised eyebrow to insinuate what could have happened. Eddie turns his head coyly with a smirk, pouting and giving a little shrug as if to playfully say ‘I’m not telling.’ Jeff laughs and raises his hand to shake Eddie’s in respect, nodding with impress as Eddie laughs with him.

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” Dustin interrupts, leaning between the two boys and blinking at Eddie. But Eddie placed his hand on Dustin’s forehead and slowly pushed him back to his seat, shaking his head and putting a finger to his lips.

“Don’t you worry about that kiddo” He says with a wide grin, patting Dustin’s cheek before jumping up from his seat with a newfound vigour and confidence. His heart was still tearing itself apart in fear of you rejecting him, but the ego boost from his friends had convinced him that you could possibly feel the same way. Eddie rests his hands on the table, leaning down towards the boys with a wide grin. “Maybe ’86 really is gunna be my year” he says hopefully, eyes lit up in delight. He swipes his tongue over his lip as the boys cheer in agreement, Gareth clapping him on the back and saying to ‘go get her.’ Eddie smiles at the support, taking a deep breath before standing up straight and pulling at the collar of his jacket cooly. “The fair maiden awaits me” he grins, nodding at the boys before striding off to the exit, heart racing as he plots his next move.

Eddie decides that he’d call you later that day when you’d finished work. He’d deliberated on whether calling you this soon came across as too desperate, but ultimately decided he didn’t care because quite frankly he was desperate to see you again. And he didn’t care if you knew it, he figured if you felt the same connection he did you would want to see him again as soon as possible too. Eddie was a mess of nerves the rest of the day at school, excitement and anxiety swirling in his chest, eyes constantly flicking to the clock to count down the hours. He felt as though he was about to explode from all of the raging emotions in his head by the time he did finish, stomach fluttering while he drove home. What should he even say? Shit he hadn’t thought about that, should he invite you out somewhere? Back to his? He definitely wanted the intimacy of being alone with you again, and smoking with with you was so fun, but maybe it would be weird to ask you back to his? Maybe he should play cool about it, just call to say hi and see if you suggest doing something? Eddie groans aloud at his overthinking, willing his brain to shut up and just be chill about it. You’d left your number for a reason, you wanted him to call you, he had to remind himself of that. It was just so hard to process for him, something he was so unused to, a hot girl actually wanting to be around him. And that left his stomach turning at the thought he could have misconstrued your politeness, that the boys were just humouring him in saying you flirted with him. He gulped as he parked up outside the trailer and strolled inside, throwing his bag onto the couch and sinking down into it. Eddie sighed deeply, running a hand through his messy hair as he eyed the phone, chewing his lip as he tried to muster up the courage to go over to it. He fished the note you wrote him from out of his pocket, smiling to himself as he read through it again, eyes hovering over the number and the little kiss next to it. His heart thumped in his chest as he exhaled and forced himself up, stiffly walking over to the phone and swallowing the lump in his throat. Just be cool Eddie, you got this, he assures himself. He fingers the digits in and holds his breath as the phone begins to ring, leg shaking in his anticipation.

“Hello?” Comes a familiar sweet voice, making Eddie let out his breath as his heart began to race again.

“Hey y/n, its Eddie” he says shakily, trying to hide it with a lazy drawl.

“Oh hey Eddie, I’m so glad you called! I guess this means you found my note then, sorry I had to leave without saying bye!” You say apologetically with a soft laugh, your sweet tone already calming him down.

“Don’t worry about it sweetheart, I appreciated the lay in” he says with a laugh, letting you know it was all okay. “And to quote your note, I had a really lovely night too” He says softly, smiling to himself as he absentmindedly twirls the phone cord around his finger.

“Aw I’m so glad” you say warmly, and Eddie can practically see your gorgeous smile over the phone. “Since you hosted me its only fair I invite you over to mine. Whenever you’re next free of course” you say kindly, and Eddies heart almost bursts out of his chest that you were actually the one asking to see him again.

“Well I have no plans tonight if you’re down?” He tries to say casually but it comes out quick, his excitement evident in his voice.

“Yeah I’m free tonight, that sounds great” you say softly, and Eddie notes the slight breathlessness in your tone. “Grab a notepad I’ll give you my address” you say, and Eddie scrambles to grab one from out of his bag before running back to the wall and grabbing the phone, tongue poking out while he notes down the address. “I’ll just be chilling from now so come over whenever you’re ready” you tell him with a smile, biting your lip in your excitement.

“Okay sure thing” Eddie says, cheeks burning from how much he was smiling.

“See you soon Eds” you say cheerfully, making his heart leap at the nickname.

“See you soon sweetheart” he says tenderly, staring dreamily at the phone until he heard you hang up. Eddie let out a shout of joy, jumping up and pumping his fists in the air at how well that went. He was overjoyed that he’d get to see you again, and you having asked him to is playing on his mind. Could you actually, genuinely be into him? Eddie smiles and lets out a shiver of excitement, biting his lip as his heart and mind raced. He ran to the bathroom to freshen himself up quickly, half because he just wanted to smell nice around you, but also in the little glimmer of hope that he could actually get some action tonight. Eddie’s experience was very limited, which made him equal parts nervous and absolutely insatiable. His mind whirled as he stepped into the shower, hormones stirring up excitement and anticipation in his loins. His mind drifted to thoughts of you, your soft thighs in the skirt you’d been wearing, your sultry curves, your supple lips. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and let out a moan as he recalled how you’d looked in his hellfire shirt, how he could just about see your nipples through the thin fabric. He’d wanted nothing more than to rip the shirt off of you and see those perfect tits. His hand slips to his hardening cock, hissing as he grips himself tightly and starts slowly pumping it. His mouth falls agape in a whimper as he imagines it’s your hand wrapped around his length instead. He speeds up as he starts to imagine taking off your clothes, having your gorgeous body revealed just for him. He just knows you’d have a perfect fucking pussy, thighs like yours are made for being buried between. He steadies himself against the wall with a palm while his other hand tugs himself ruthlessly, groaning loudly as he imagines your pussy slick for him, legs spread and waiting for him to fill you up. He salivates at the thought, heart racing as he feels his orgasm approaching. His face twists in pleasure as he imagines laying you down on his bed, climbing between your spread thighs and kissing you deeply as he slowly pushes his cock into you. He chokes out a moan as he spills over his hand all too quickly, hips bucking into his hand frantically as he rides it out, thinking about filling you up with his cum instead. Eddie pants as he tries to catch his breath, letting the water run over his hands to clean them before splashing some in his face. Fuck these feelings were getting fatal, he didn’t know how he was going to be around you without going crazy. He was touch starved, completely unused to this kind of attention, and now that he’d had a taste he was absolutely obsessed. Feral and desperate for you. He cleaned himself off and stepped out to get dressed back into his clothes, giving himself a quick once over in the mirror to check how he looked. Satisfied, Eddie went to his room to grab his keys and his ‘special’ tin, just in case you fancied something a bit harder for today’s sesh. Eddie never liked to turn up to someone’s place empty handed. He smiles to himself excitedly as he locks up and heads to his van, barely able to contain his happiness as he slams the door shut and puts a cassette in to play. He takes a deep breath as he looks down at the address in his hand, before exhaling and starting up his car, butterflies filling his stomach as he heads to yours.

After hanging up the phone with Eddie you felt giddy, so thrilled that he’d called you and wanted to hang out again. Leaving his that morning had physically ached, especially when you’d woken up snuggled into his chest. You’d stayed there for a little while enjoying his warmth and watching the rise and fall of his chest, admiring his gorgeous face in its peaceful state. You ended up late for work but you couldn’t give a shit, being in his arms had felt perfect. You couldn’t quite believe how quickly you’d fallen for him, one meeting and you were a complete sucker. The connection was undeniable, you and Eddie were destined to be friends considering all you had in common. You just hoped he felt this connection on a deeper level too. You decided to change before Eddie came over, slipping into something a bit more attractive than a baggy t shirt. You wanted to impress him and there was no shame in that, if you wanted to wear a cute little dress to make him notice your curves, you were going to do it! After you got dressed you perched by the window, peeking out through the blinds to keep an eye out for his van, too excited waiting for him. You’d already rolled a joint for both of you, which sat ready on the table with some snacks for once he arrives. Your heart races as you see him pull up outside, getting up to adjust yourself one last time in the mirror.

Eddie gulped as he knocked on your door, trying to settle his nerves now that he was actually about to see you again. It was one thing to have his friends egg him on earlier, but now standing on your doorstep he was unsure again about if he should go for it and ask you out. Before he could deliberate further the door swings open, and there you are gleaming up at him and looking more beautiful than he remembered.

“Hey Eddie!” you say, pulling him into a quick hug that he melts into. He wraps his arms around you, big palms rubbing your back comfortingly before he forced himself to pull away with pink cheeks. “Make yourself at home” you say sweetly, tugging his hand to lead him into your apartment. Eddie appraises the room, noting that you actually had some really cool stuff.

“Nice place!” He exclaims, nodding as if to give it his seal of approval. He excitedly went up and awed at some of your band and movie posters, and poked around your little trinkets as you sit down to light up your joint and laugh at his wonder.

“Holy shit, you like lord of the rings?” Eddie pipes up excitedly as he shakes the book around in his hand. You laugh and nod as he flips through it, before his interest is taken by the xenomorph figurine on the bookshelf, muttering a ‘so cool!’ as he turns it round in his hands. You loved how animated Eddie was going from item to item, and you loved that he found your stuff so exciting. Eddie ends his investigation and comes to join you on the couch, happily taking the joint from your hands and lighting it.

“You have some seriously cool stuff” he says with a smile, glancing back around the room again. “You live here alone?” He asks, genuinely curious considering this all seemed like your decor.

“Yeah it’s just me” you say with a small sigh, “I love it, but it does get kinda lonely sometimes” you say, smiling wistfully at the floor. Eddie furrows his brows, heart aching to see the sad expression on your face.

“Well then I’ll have to come hang with you more often” he says playfully, nudging you gently as you smile happily at his words.

“You better” you tease back with a giggle, heart warming at this sweet man and his lovely words. Did he know what he was doing to you? You and Eddie decided to put some tv on while you finished smoking, skipping through the channels in an attempt to find anything good. You pause at the music channel when you see ‘Jump’ by Van Halen is on, not because you particularly liked the song but because Eddie van halen looked enough like your Eddie that you found yourself staring up at the screen longingly. Eddie scowled as he noticed this, not realising he’d done it aloud until you turn to laugh at his reaction.

“Sorry is this too glam rock for you?” You tease, poking Eddie in the ribs softly. “I don’t care for the song, I’m just looking at Eddie” you say with a smirk and shrug, hoping Eddie would get the blatant hint. Eddie responds to your turned back with a grimace, chest tightening in jealousy.

“What’s so special about him? He’s not even that hot” Eddie tries to say nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders and puffing on his joint before folding his hands defensively over his chest. You turn to stare at Eddie with an open mouth, almost wanting to laugh at how oblivious the poor boy is.

“Are you kidding? He’s so hot!” You say laughing as Eddie rolls his eyes and tries not to seem jealous. God you hoped your next words weren’t too on the nose but the weed had given you confidence and by fuck were you going to use it. “Also you look just like him, so if you’re insulting him you’re insulting yourself” you say playfully, shaking your head as you begin to flip through the channels again, watching Eddie through the corner of your eye. Eddie had half a mind to think he misheard you, mouth agape as he stares at you trying to process it. There’s no way you just inadvertently called him hot, you had to be being polite?

“Do I?” He asks quietly, a shaky tremor in his voice from his nerves.

“Yeah you do! In fact, you’re much hotter than him” you say casually, eyes glinting as you look up at Eddie through your lashes. Eddie has to actively stop his eyes from going wide and his jaw dropping at your words, his face heating up to his ears at your compliments. Eddie was officially sinking now, he had never been called hot before and here you were just casually throwing it around when he was crazy about you and too high to know how to function. His chest heaved as his heart rate quickens, licking his dry lips as he tries to come up with something to respond with. You could see Eddie was lost for words at your teasing so you continue, taking pity on him but also loving how flustered he got by you. “The girls must go crazy when you’re playing at the hideout” you say with a wink, smiling warmly at Eddie. Eddie looks up at you and laughs bashfully, shaking his head in denial.

“Oh I can assure you they don’t. I’m not the kind of guy girls are usually in to” he says with a small laugh to try not to make his admission sound so pitiful.

“No way, I don’t believe that. You’re literally the sweetest guy ever, you’re in a band and you look like that!” you say motioning him up and down with your palms, shaking your head at Eddie ludicrously. “What’s not to like?” Eddie was humbled by your praise, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling bashfully, cheeks burning now. Eddie’s emotions were going haywire, not wanting to read into your compliments as more than just a friendly ego boost in case that’s all this is. But like, you literally said you find him attractive, could it get more flirty than that?

“My satanic tendencies, apparently” he jokes, a cautious answer to test the water. You throw your head back and laugh, hand reaching out to softly touch his arm.

“Seriously Eddie, there are definitely people who’d want to date you” You say softly, eyes gleaming as you look over at the flustered boy.

“Oh yeah? Who? Tell me one person who’d actually be into me” he bites back, almost daring you to give an answer, willing you to say the words he so desperately wants to hear. Well it was now or never.

“I am” you say quietly, eyes softening as you stare deeply into his, biting your lip nervously. Your knuckles are white from how tightly your fists are clenched from your nerves as you watch Eddies face crumble into shock. He couldn’t believe his ears, wondering if you’d said it so quietly he imagined it. He stares at you wide eyed and motionless for a moment, seemingly unable to form any coherent words as your words sink in.

“You- you… Do you mean that?” Eddie manages to stutter out, voice strained as his wide eyes search yours to see if you’re really telling the truth. You smile at him gently and his heart softens, turning to mush as his literal daydreams play out.

“I mean it, Eddie” you say taking his hand in yours gently, making Eddies heart race at the contact. “I’ve been dropping hints since yesterday but I didn’t want to be too forward in case you didn’t feel the same” you say with a small cheesy smile, eyes gleaming at him. Eddie laughs at this, throwing his head back and squeezing your hand harder in the euphoria of hearing you say that.

“Are you kidding me, you thought there was a universe in which I wouldn’t be into you?? You’re literally smoking hot and one of the coolest people I’ve ever met” Eddie gushes with a wide grin, cheeks pink and eyes shining at you. You blush at his words, covering your smile with your hand and turning away from him bashfully, making him raise a big palm to your chin to turn your face back towards him and move your hand. “I’m still in shock honestly, I never thought you’d actually be into me too” he admits, staring lovingly into your eyes as he smiles at you.

“Me too” you laugh breathlessly, eyes falling to his lips as he slowly moves closer to you, rubbing your thumb gently on his hand. Eddie’s heart races at your closeness, cheeks pink as his eyes longingly drift to your lips, breathing softly as the gap slowly closes between you. When his lips touch yours Eddie feels like he’s gone to heaven, his heart full of warmth as you kiss him tenderly, cradling your jaw in his hand. You gently wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and drawing a breathy gasp from his mouth against your lips. He deepens the kiss, beginning to get lost in the taste of your lips and the feel of your hands on him, living out his literal fantasies. You pull away slowly, tugging gently on his lip as he pants and rests his forehead against yours. You smile at him and he smiles back widely, looking happier than you may have ever seen him. He links his fingers through yours, breathing deeply as you stay pressed there together, heart alight with emotions he’s never felt before. You both begin to giggle, pressing your face into his chest as he pulls you into a hug and laugh at the absurdity of this situation.

“Fucking hell, I’ve got to thank Sinclair for skipping out on hellfire” he jokes, making you start laughing again and pull him by the shirt back into your lips. Its more urgent this time, your hand grabbing at his shirt wantonly, making him groan and place his shaking hands on your waist, revelling in the softness of you. You push him back against the sofa, climbing into his lap and kissing him feverishly, and Eddie whimpers into your mouth kissing you back sloppily as his hands roam your lower back and hips. He cheeks were beet red as he felt you brush against his straining cock in his jeans, mind going hazy as you grind yourself harder against him. Eddie was putty in your hands, absolutely melting into the contact, hands desperately grabbing your hips as you move on top of him. Eddie pulls back from your lips to throw his head back and let out a loud groan, and you bite your lip as you see the blissed out look on his face. Eddie would do absolutely anything for you right now, he decided, as he looked at you bite swollen lips and moan as you grind into his lap. You looked like a goddess, and he wanted to worship you for the rest of his fucking life.

“Lets move this to my room” you whisper sensually, eyes lidded as you climb off his lap and tug at the flustered mans hand. “I don’t want to fuck you for the first time on the sofa” you say, making Eddie groan desperately at your words as raises from the sofa. Fuck him?? Holy shit he was going to get to fuck you?? Yeah you’d officially killed him, Eddie felt as though he was floating on a cloud as you led him by his hand to your room and sat seductively at the edge of your bed, biting your lip and looking up at him with doe eyes. Eddie knelt down and pushed you gently onto your back, swinging his t shirt off his head and crawling over your body. He kisses you like a man starved, all moans and whimpers into your mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him back against you. Your dress had bunched up at your hips and exposed your panties to Eddie, driving him absolutely mental his lidded eyes find your soft mound through the clothes. He licks his lips as his hands creep up under your dress to your stomach, shaking as he feels your soft delicious skin, heart beating out of his chest as he slides them up your ribcage to rest just below your bra. You mewl and Eddie groans, pulling away to trail gentle butterfly kisses down your jaw to your throat and then your collarbones. He pushes your dress over your bra and you happily take it off while Eddie stares at your tits, practically salivating as his hands hover in front of them, looking up into your eyes to ask this was okay. You moan and nod and Eddie gulps as he reaches his hands under your back to unclip your bra, impressing himself as he manages it without fumbling too much. He pants as he looks down at your chest as he pulls the bra off of you, eyes full of awe as your breasts are exposed to him. You’re more perfect than he could have imagined, Eddie mutters some curses under his breath as he tries to calm his breathing, hands softly coming up to cup them. Your mewls urge him on, his cock now painfully hard in his jeans as he drags his hips over yours while he plays with your tits.

“Fuck Eddie” you moan out, making the boys heart stops as he hears his name falling off of your lips like its a prayer. “Please touch me” you beg, hips bucking up into his desperately. Eddie moans breathily, a smirk falling over his features at your pretty begging.

“I am touching you sweetheart” he breathes in a low tone, teasing your nipples softly with his big hands. You mewl and keen, furrowing your brows at his teasing.

“Play with my pussy, please” you beg breathlessly, hips swirling as he dry humps you feverishly. Eddie groans at this, eyes clouding over in lust as he lays on his side next to you to teasingly run his hands down your stomach to your hips. You whine and bite his neck softly now he was close enough that you could, making his eyes roll back in pleasure and slip his hands into your panties. He hisses through his teeth, panting hard as he meets your soft flesh, a long, low growl coming from his lips as he feels how wet you are.

“Holy fuck baby, you’re so wet. Is this because of me?” He asks in a deep voice, dark eyes watching your lips part in a moan, his knuckle white as he holds onto the bedsheet while his other hand toys with your core.

“Its all for you Eddie” you manage to get out, head rolling back as he slowly slides a finger into your tight heat. The sight before Eddie was so hot he could’ve bust then and there, you completely bare for him, legs spread as he fingers your wet cunt. It was straight out of a dream and he wanted to keep going until you came, but Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. He felt feral, desperate, his cock was aching to be taken out of its confines and stuffed inside of you. He takes his finger out and brings it to his lips, eyes flickering as he licks of your delicious taste while you whine at the loss of contact.

“I can’t take it anymore baby, I need to fuck you” he grunts out.

Eddie stands up, eyeing your squirming figure on the bed while he finally takes off his trousers and pants and releases his cock. He crawls back on top of you, absolutely entranced by you laying pliantly below him, biting your lip as he lines himself up with you. He chokes out a moan as he rubs his tip up your soaked slick to give him some lubrication, grunting as he pumps his cock to spread it over him. Eddie felt white hot pleasure as he sunk into you, a broken moans falling out of his mouth at the feeling of you wrapped around him.

“Oh god, oh fuck” he manages to get out, sweat beading down his forehead as he bottoms out in you, teeth grit as you clench deliciously around him. “How are you this tight?” He grunts out, head falling back as he draws his back just to push into you with a slow thrust, making both of you moan in ecstasy.

“Fuck me harder Eddie” you whine, swirling your hips and making Eddie’s knees weak as he feels himself move inside you. Fuck he wasn’t going to last long. He picks up his pace, curses spilling from his lips as he begins to fuck you harder, his hands finding your tits again and grabbing them desperately. You tangle your hand in his hair as he takes your nipple in his mouth while he continues his hard pace, eyes rolling back as you feel him moan and pant against it.

“God you feel so fucking good. So fucking perfect” Eddie coos as he watches your tits bounce, looks at the fucked out blissed expression on your gorgeous features. “Better than I ever imagined” he grunts, thrusts beginning to get sloppier as he feels himself get closer, the tight warmth of your cunt proving too much for him. He groans as you reach down between your legs to play with your clit while he keeps his pace, hungrily watching himself slide in and out of you. You clench around him and Eddie hisses in pleasure, hips stuttering as he tries to keep himself from cumming so he’d get to fuck this perfect pussy some more.

“If you keep clenching around me like that I’m gunna cum baby” Eddie grunts out, wrapping a hand gently around your pretty throat as you cry out in pleasure. You bite your lip as you feel yourself cumming, breathily moaning out his name as you pulse around his cock. Eddie scrunches up his eyes and groans loudly, the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock pushing him over the edge, burying his face into your chest as his hot ropes of cum fill you up. Eddie pants as he rides out his orgasm, softly grinding his hips into you as he basks in the pleasure. You both lay there breathless in each others arms, enjoying the feeling of being intertwined before Eddie eventually pulls out with a dreamy sigh, rolling onto his back to catch his breath. He pulls you towards him, laying your head on his chest while he cuddles you closer. Eddie stares at you adoringly, a bashful smile on his gorgeous features that makes you blush and smile yourself.

“That was incredible. Like, I’ve never cum that hard in my life” Eddie confesses with a goofy grin, rubbing his thumb softly over your cheek. “And holy shit are you hot, your body? 11/10” He says cheekily, smirking and grabbing your ass as you bite your lip and jokingly hit his chest.

“You can talk. Who’d have thought the dungeon master had such a big dick” You tease back, squealing as he squeezes your ass harder.

“Shit why is it actually really hot to hear you call me that?” He says, biting his lip as he imagines you moaning it out for him.

“Save it for next time big boy” you coo, placing your palm on his chest and tracing his chest hair.

“I can’t believe there was a this time let alone a next time” Eddie says softly, a serious look in his eyes as he thinks about how fucking lucky he’s been.“Seriously, how are you into me?” Eddie asks in disbelief, shaking his head as he grins at you.

“Because you are literal perfection” you say genuinely, making Eddie turn his head shyly into his shoulders.

“Your flattery is very appreciated, but I’d say it’s you who is perfection” He says adoringly, kissing your forehead softly as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Really, you’re amazing. I can’t believe how lucky I’ve gotten” he says seriously. You lean up to peck his lips softly, smiling against them as he rubs your arm lovingly. Eddie sighs happily, throwing his free hand up to rest behind his head as he takes a moment to appreciate this bliss with you. ‘86 baby, who’d have thought.

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[PotC] Canon Jack Sparrow ends up in Harbor Town

You know what’s funny? I dreamt up most of this. That’s right, I dreamt I was typing this out, word by word, and then woke up.

So here it is. Basically, canon Jack Sparrow somehow crashes the Pearl into AU!Jones’ ship (though he doesn’t remember that very well), and gets hospitalized.

Like I said, this came from a dream so not everything makes sense.

The sensation of something sharp piercing the skin on his left arm roused Captain Jack Sparrow into half-consciousness; perhaps someone had removed a splinter? The spot was still sore, after all. Jack kept his eyes shut as he lay and tried to discern any noise that might give a clue as to where he was. There was no distant chatter of a drunken crowd, no twittering of birds, though if he strained his ears he swore he could hear the ocean waves crashing into a rocky beach. Closer, though, were the unrecognizable sounds of something inorganic; quiet hums and beeps he had perhaps never before heard in his life.

Now what could those possibly be? He pondered.

He had heard many people whispering, muttering, pacing back and forth around him as his lost consciousness; and he had definitely heard someone briskly walking away as he regained it. But now there was no sign of people whatsoever.

Enough ear-straining. Time to open his eyes.

Among the first things he noticed upon waking was that, to his chagrin, most of his clothes were gone, replaced with a clean white set of trousers and shirt. They were embroidered with patterns of a small green cross. Was he at a religious institute, then? That explained why he wasn’t in prison yet even after his pirate mark had clearly been seen. Perhaps he had some time at these people’s mercy before he needed to start worrying about a hanging.

The next thing in his sights was a very good-looking piece of bread, with a glass of milk, sitting on his bedside table - yes, he was indeed lying on a proper bed, sheets and all, not some makeshift ledge of hay - and no, no splinter had been removed from his arm. In fact, something was inserted into his arm connected by a long, thin, opaque line, ending in a translucent rectangular container of liquid hanging from what looked like a coat rack. He poked at it with his free hand. It jiggled slightly. The container itself was a fluid, then? No, no it wasn’t; it felt more like see-through waterskin. Jack squinted at it and decided to leave the investigation for another day.

Another quite prominent thing to be noticed was how squeaky clean everything was. The clothes on his back, the bed he was lying in, the plate of bread, the bedside table, even the curtains surrounding him - everything was white and spotless as he had never before seen in his life.

Real fancy place for honorable gents, innit, now what’s a pirate like me doing here? he thought.

Just then, the sun entered the ceiling - no, it was an artificial light but so bright it nearly blinded him - as the curtains were whipped open and a cheery voice greeted him.

“Ah, you’re already awake! Good! How are you feeling?”

A cheery human voice. Company, at last.

The source of the voice was a portly lady with a kindly face that could have fit right in as the housekeeper of a lordly manor, if only she hadn’t been wearing that strange white gown.

Nevertheless, Jack’s first instinct was to locate his pistol - or it would have been, had all his effects not been taken. He decided to play along, then. After all, if she’d seen that pirate mark and still decided to let him stay, it couldn’t hurt to make use of their kindness a little more, could it?

“What’s your name?” she asked, bustling about, looking into strange devices he had merely dismissed as furnishings prior.

“Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow,” he slurred out.

“Good! Nice name,” she responded absentmidedly as she fiddled with yet another device, before turning to face him with a hint more seriousness.

“Now then, Mr. Sparrow,” she started, “you were involved in an… incident right before you were hospitalized-”

Hospital, that’s where I am, he thought. I’ve only ever heard of ‘em bein’ in London for the wealthy folks.

Yet he could tell from the lady’s accent and the distant sounds of the sea that he was most definitely not in London.

The lady was still speaking. “-and though you seem to be suffering a myriad of minor health issues that do need attention, there are some people who would like to discuss the incident with you, seeing as, well, you’re more or less the one that caused it,” she finished apologetically.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Would these fine folks be, if I may, be in any close relevance to forces of the Navy and the like?”

“Oh, no, no, not at all, it wasn’t that serious,” she waved a hand in the air. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll let them in…”

And off she went.

A moment later, he heard an unseen door open. Four people walked in. The first three were men in uniforms, but Jack could only describe them as such because they shared the same outfit; in terms of formality, they all looked rather ridiculous, sporting white tops and black trousers, funny little hats and those green vests so bright it was an eyesore to look at. Their names were embroidered into little rectangles stuck onto their chests; the first one read M. Higgs, the next one G. Murtogg, the third A. Mullroy.

He could swear he recognized the last two, as if he had seen them before; the French called it deja vu - but it was impossible… He blamed it on his sleep-ridden brain-

Until the fourth man walked in.

Much shorter than the rest, this one was dressed differently - almost entirely in grey save for a dark green neckcloth. His hair was slicked back in an unfamiliar fashion, and his legs ended in plain-looking black shoes instead of boots…

But there was no mistaking that face.

Jack’s brown eyes met the man’s cold grey ones and his heart stopped for a moment.

“Have I seen you before?”

“My name,” said the man patiently, “is Cutler Beckett. I am a branch director of the East Isles Trading Company-”

“Wasn’t it East India?”

The man chose to ignore him. “-and your… seventeenth century vessel has crashed into that of one of my employees. You understand, then, that some legal action has to be taken here.”

Jack Sparrow flashed a wry smile. So there it was; he was once more in trouble after all.

But first, he had a thought -

“What time is it, mate?”

Cutler Beckett frowned slightly.

“As in, the time of the clock, or the date?”

“Both’s be much appreciated, methinks.”

The man raised a hand to apparently check a device that was strapped to his wrist.

“It is currently two forty-five in the morning,” and his eyes seemed to say You’re making me stay up this late, “and today is Wednesday, third of October, in the year two thousand twenty-three.”

“Aha!” Jack shouted. “So the East India Company just changed its name over time, and you, you must be the great-great-great-great grandson of that son of a mongrel who chased me to hell and back what’s taken his name, eh? Blimey, you look just like him!”

Cutler Beckett looked entirely perplexed.

“I’m sorry?”

His facial expression was saying some more… impolite… words.

Ah, mate, you were always full of indecency you never dared show, ‘n now it’s showin’ in your sonny too, Jack thought.

But just as quickly, it was Jack’s turn for the confusion to settle in.

“Wait,” he repeated slowly, “you said it was… two thousand… and twenty… three?”

“Yes.”

“As in, Ano Domini? The Year of our Lord?”

“That is correct.” Beckett somehow managed to sound even more impatient.

“Well I’ll be,” Jack breathed out.

When Beckett turned up, he had known it was time to think fast, and he did; but now that the fast-thinking was done, and the insane conclusion of his having travelled into the future was somehow proven right, the only thought remaining was, Now what?

“Seeing as you’re too… intoxicated... to know the date,” Beckett drawled out, “perhaps the discussion of the incident at hand could wait until you’ve… recovered further.”

Jack stared blankly at him.

“Incident,” he repeated.”Incident, incident, you people keep saying incident, do you mind filing me in?”

Beckett scowled at him as though he were an orphan boy that had asked for yet another coin out of his pocket.

“Your damaging of the cargo ship owned by one Mr. Davy Jones.”

What?

“What?”

Instead of answering, the grey-suited man turned to one of his vest-wearing guardsmen. “Let’s leave him,” Jack heard him speak quietly. “He’s in no condition to-” “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, wait just a minute, I do know this Davy Jones,” he blurted out.

“‘N I know the ship of his can’t be damaged in no way so-” he paused. “Did you say cargo ship?”

“That is what I said,” Beckett’s gaze seemed almost pitying as he turned to leave. “And his vessel is indeed damaged, but we’ll save that discussion for later. Goodnight.”

And out they went, leaving Captain Jack Sparrow alone with more questions than he ever bargained for.

#harbor town au #potc #jack sparrow #cutler beckett #captain jack sparrow #fanfic #writing #pirates of the caribbean #yep... canon-au crossover #tbh it's a topic I've discussed with friends a few times #but never posted about

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sarcasmsweetie · 2 years

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Accepting the Bond

“A Better Life” Bonus Scene

Warnings: this is just... the smuttiest smut I have ever smutted. Friends, when I put the “18+” warning in my bio, it was like it was waiting for this moment. oral (f. receiving), pet names, praise kink, breath play... But also soft and lovey-dovey Azriel that makes my heart flutter. Let me know if I missed anything else!

Azriel x Archeron Sister

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“The honor is all yours, Lady Archeron.” I narrowed my eyes at Azriel’s cheeky grin, pulling the key he gifted me a year and a half ago from my pocket. As I had promised him, I began getting things sorted in Winter once we started designing our new home. I couldn’t make it out to the mountains in Night that frequently because of the bakery and working on selling my cottage and any other knickknacks I wouldn’t be bringing with me, so I haven’t seen the space since construction first started 8 months ago. I was here when they first poured the foundation, but haven’t been here since. I was involved in the design of the space, as well as picking out some furnishings, but I have not laid eyes on our home until this moment.

I looked at the large, black door with stained glass inlays depicting a reindeer with Velaris’ mountains between the reindeer’s antlers. Azriel had kept the door that belonged to the key a secret for so long, I felt tears forming at the crossover of our two lives. Sniffling a bit, I said quite seriously, “You know that Fenrir can never see this, right? His ego would get so inflated he’d be able to fly everywhere he wants to go for the rest of his life.” Azriel laughed before placing his arm around my shoulders.

“It’s our little secret, then.” Now that he’s made physical contact with me, I could practically feel him buzzing with excitement (or nerves) at the unveiling of our house. Looking up at him with a smile, I turned the key and opened the door.

The house was two stories with high ceilings that dark wooden support beams kept sturdy. Matching hardwood floors covered the space, and a mix of white drywall and stone walls made up the barriers to the rooms. The back exterior wall was made entirely of glass, opening up to the breathtaking views of the mountains. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were an open concept, and all of the bedrooms lined up against the wall of windows on the second floor so that anyone who slept here would wake up to the sight of the sun rising over the mountains. We also made sure we had both a massive home library/office as well as my own piano room. Every room was designed with space in mind to accommodate any number of Illyrians who may be roaming the halls, but ensuring the space did not mean any sense of homey comfort was diminished.

Walking through our home, I felt the air leave my lungs at finally seeing our little sketches come to life. Azriel stepped up behind me to wrap his arms around my waist and rest his chin on the top of my head. “Welcome home, sweetheart. I hope it’s everything you dreamed of.”

I turned in his arms, wrapping my own around his neck and looked into his bright hazel eyes. “It’s so much more than I could have imagined.” With a smile, he kissed my forehead and my eyes closed at the contact.

“There are some little additions the designer added if you want to walk through and see everything.” I pretended to consider his offer, but instead made a counteroffer.

“We could take the time to do that now, but I do have to admit that I am starving.” His eyes darkened and I didn’t bother hiding my grin. “I think a little visit to the kitchen is first on the list, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Now that you mention it, I could have a bite.” I laughed as he scooped me in his arms and made his way into the kitchen. I was temporarily distracted looking out the massive windows as the sky began to turn gorgeous shades of purple and orange with the sun setting.

“I don’t think I will ever tire of this view.” He followed my gaze and smiled as well.

“I look forward to every sunrise and sunset we’ll share for the rest of our lives.” I gently directed his face to meet mine in a brief kiss, sighing at the feel of being completely surrounded by everything that is Azriel. I pulled away with a smile.

“Time to get cooking, yes?” Like a switch flipping, his gaze turned dark all over again and I laughed. He set me down before he took a seat in one of the stools at the breakfast bar. I took a moment to appreciate this gorgeous, spacious kitchen that is mine for the rest of my days, before diving into tonight’s dinner.

I wanted to make something special for tonight, but something that wouldn’t take hours on end, which would only exhaust me when all was said and done. Wanting to outshine my sisters’ meager soup and crackers, I decided on salmon with asparagus and roasted rosemary potatoes. Wanting the final decision to be kept a secret for as long as possible, I trusted the twins to take care of including everything I’d need for tonight when they stocked the kitchen for us earlier today.

Dicing up the potatoes, I glanced up at Azriel. He had been watching me like a hawk as I moved around the kitchen, already feeling like I’ve spent my life up until this point working in it. “Can I get you anything to drink while I work on dinner?” I watched his throat bob as he swallowed, eyes unblinking as he continued to watch me.

“I’ll get myself some water for now.” I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fully stocked wine rack. Following my gaze, he shook his head. “I don’t want anything to even minutely dull a single sense tonight.” My eyes widened as I began to feel my heart beat significantly faster than it was before, and I turned my gaze back to what I was doing. I highly doubt accidentally cutting a finger off due to distraction would set the right tone for accepting a bond…

With potatoes diced, I seasoned them and the asparagus, placing them in the oven before pulling the salmon filets from the ice box in order to prepare them. Sharp utensils far out of reach, I risked a glance at Az. “What do you think of the house?”

“I think it’s perfect. Even more so now that we’re both here.”

“Did you spend a lot of time here while it was being built?” Az smiled, looking down into his water glass.

“I suppose you could say that. Someone needed to get up into the high ceilings, after all, to paint and install the support beams.” I gaped at him.

“Wait, you actually helped with construction?” Az shrugged, trying to act as if it wasn’t a big deal, but the blush across his cheeks said otherwise. “How much time did you spend here?”

“Every day.” He looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes, and I felt the air leave my lungs. This strong, beautiful male sitting in front of me is so incredibly perfect. “Because of work, some days were simply just passing through to see how everyone was doing. But I otherwise spent the majority of my time here, making sure everything was perfect, not a plank of wood or stone out of place.”

I bit my lip as I turned to place the salmon in the oven along with the vegetables, tapping my fingers on the counter. “Cook faster, cook faster…” I continued muttering under my breath. I heard him laugh, but paid him no mind. I need this bond to be accepted pronto because the confessions from this male are doing things to me, and I don’t think I can wait if he keeps it up.

Opening the oven door, I found the potatoes and asparagus were ready, but that the salmon needed a couple of more minutes. Taking the two dishes out, I took the time to plate them while waiting for the salmon to finish. Once everything was ready, I took a deep breath and turned to Azriel. He was back to watching me like a hawk as I approached him, setting the plate down in front of him. “I hope you enjoy.”

He continued watching, waiting as I took the first bite of a potato before diving straight into the salmon. Neither of us broke eye contact as we continued eating in silence. I wasn’t sure if what I was feeling was anticipation for what follows the meal, or if this was the bond settling in place. Either way, it was an almost pleasant pressure in my chest, nearly making me lightheaded. He was eating much quicker than me, and I felt myself become a little bit more breathless the closer he got to clearing his plate.

The moment he swallowed his last bite, I dropped my fork and moved around the counter. He remained seated, but pushed his stool back. I think he anticipated that I would step between his legs, but not wanting any more distance between us, I straddled him, weaving my fingers through the ends of his hair behind his neck. He shuddered at the sensation, eyes closing slightly before shooting back open when I tugged the hair gently.

“I’ve cooked you a meal, I served it to you, and you ate every crumb. What’s next in accepting this bond of ours?” His hands gripped my waist, tugging me against a hardness growing in his pants. I bit back a groan at the thought and he grinned.

“Now? I take you on every surface of this house.” I gasped before his lips crashed against my own. Feeling a frenzy take over, I tightened my grip in his hair in order to pull myself even closer to him. He groaned as I ground against him, feeling like I already lost complete control over my actions and senses. I felt his shadows slide along my body before the weightlessness of winnowing startled me.

When I opened my eyes, we were in our new bedroom. I was still straddling him as he sat on the edge of a ginormous bed. I felt his hands tighten, and I pulled back. “Wait.” He tensed, even holding his own breath, as if I wanted to put a stop to everything. In an attempt to calm him down, I traced my hand along his cheek. “It’s my turn to offer a gift to you.” His brows furrowed in confusion.

“Y/N, you’ve already given me the greatest gift – “ I raised a hand to stop him. My other hand pulled a scrap of black lace from my pocket, and I tied it around my neck. The hazel in his eyes was completely gone as he watched me. Once it was secure, I raised both hands above my head.

“Would you like to unwrap your present?” I internally cringed, wishing I thought of something more clever, but clearly the action meant more than the words if his grin was anything go by. He quickly removed my sweater, showcasing the majority of the black and cobalt lacy teddy lingerie I wore beneath my clothes, the black lace matching that of the choker I just tied on while the cobalt matched his siphons. He growled from deep within his chest, flipping me onto the bed so he could quickly remove my pants.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he silently looked me over, noting every dip and curve of my body. Before I could begin to feel self-conscious given how long he stared at me, shadows began trailing up my body, starting at my ankles and moving upwards. I shivered at the sensation before realizing some of the shadows remained at my ankles, and the rest moved up to my wrists. Spreading my legs and pinning my hands above my head, I began panting as I watched him slowly sink to his knees. Ever so gently, his fingers traced shapes along my thighs, causing my muscles to tense at the feeling. He began kissing a trail from the inside of my knee upwards and I gasped at the feeling of him sinking his teeth into my upper thigh.

“So beautiful. So unbelievably beautiful.” He recreated the path he took on one leg on the other, ending by sinking his teeth into my other thigh and I moaned. With his mouth still attached to my leg, I felt him smirk. “Did you like that, bunny?” His teeth grazed my skin, causing a smaller moan to escape. “Do you like knowing that I’m marking you, making it clear to every other male in existence that you are mine and mine alone?” I closed my eyes at his words, my panting growing. The shadows tightened their grip on me, causing me to look down at him between my thighs. He had an eyebrow raised. “I asked you a question, bunny.” I moaned at his tone, getting the sense that I won’t survive a night with him, but finding I didn’t really care.

“I love knowing that when the world looks at me, all they’ll see is proof that I belong to you.” When did my voice get so breathy? He groaned at my response, placing gentle kisses around the marks he’s left.

“Will you be a good girl and let me finish opening the rest of my present?” His nose gently grazed where I needed him most, and I clenched around nothing.

“Please,” I gasped as his nose continuously brushed over my clit. “Please unwrap the rest of your gift. It’s just for you, only you.” His hands moved from my thighs to my waist, gently grazing over the lace. I bit my lip as his hands continued to wander.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.” As I met his gaze, his hands made quick work of tearing the fabric apart. I arched my back against the sensation, and he groaned at my newly unveiled skin. He quickly put his mouth on my hips, alternating between kisses and nibbles as he removed the remaining fabric from my body. “So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he murmured between kisses. He moved from one hip bone to the other, lips gently trailing against my lower stomach at the movement, and I tensed as his chin grazed the top of my mound in the process.

I began squirming under his teasing mouth. I pushed against the restraining shadows, wanting nothing more than to guide his head where I so desperately need him. “Please, Az. I promise you can tease me another time, I swear it, but I need you – “ I was cutoff by a gasp as his tongue swiped up along my slit, circling my clit ever so gently. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” I raised my hips as high as they could go out of instinct, and his hands pushed them back down and kept a hold on them to pin me further into place.

“Such good manners, bunny. And you best believe I’m going to take you up on that promise later.” Before I could respond, he pressed forward to continue licking up my folds, groaning at the taste. All teasing was gone as he licked, sucked, and flicked around my cunt like I was the offered meal and not his earlier dinner. I felt myself beginning to clench and as if he felt it as well, he pushed one finger inside me, and I let out a low string of moans at the sensation. I continued to try to buck my hips against him, wanting him to somehow be even closer to me. He added a second finger, stretching me more than my own fingers ever could and I cried out. With each pulse of his finger and each flick of his tongue, I felt myself coming closer and closer to a release, and I just knew it would be one to break me.

“Az, please, I’m so close,” I whispered. He let the shadows around my wrists go, and my hands immediately found purchase in his hair. I pulled onto his hair and his groans caused enough vibrations to finally push me over the edge. My legs tried to close around his head, and I instead used my hands to hold him against me as I screamed out his name. I felt like I could float away, but his small kitten licks to my clit jolted me back into the moment. I tried to push him away, but only managed to redirect him back to my thighs, where he continued to kiss and nibble the skin while I continued to come back down to earth.

I glanced down to see he was watching me, cheeks flushed as he spread some of my wetness across my thighs with his kisses. “You are absolutely divine, Y/N. Everything I’ve ever dreamed of? You shattered them by being infinitely better. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Remembering how he seems to like it when I pull his hair, I tugged it slightly and smirked when a groan escaped his lips.

“Good thing I’m here for the taking, Shadowsinger.” I watched his eyes flare, and the shadows quickly came back to pin my arms back to where they were before. He stood and stepped back, looking over me with a glint in his eye. With a nod of his head, a small shadow broke away from the large one holding an arm in place, and moved to rubbing ghostly circles over my clit. I gasped, arching my back in surprise, and trying to keep my eyes open on my devilish mate.

“Cauldron, you’re so perfect. Knowing to keep your eyes open without me needing to ask again. Such a good bunny.” I moaned at his words paired with the shadow toying with me. Almost as if in reward, he began stripping himself of his own clothes, quickly removing his shirt and undoing the laces on his trousers. He had been in casual clothes today, no need for Illyrian leathers, so the removal of his clothes was swift.

My gaze darkened as I looked over his strong frame, feeling an intense urge to kiss every scar that littered his body, but feeling an ever stronger urge to wrap my lips around his lengthy cock. As if reading my thoughts, I watched him twitch and I groaned at the thought of it laying heavy on my tongue. I licked my lips, bringing my gaze back to his face. He walked towards me slowly, almost as if a predator. “Never stop looking at me like that, bunny.”

“Like what?” He pressed a knee on the bed beside me.

“Like you want to completely devour me.” He moved me higher up on the bed so that my legs weren’t dangling over the side of it, and the shadows locked my limbs back in place. I whimpered as his fingers traced the upper part of my body, every part of me he has yet to explore. While he briefly teased the sides of my torso, his hands quickly moved to my breasts, where he flicked, pinched and soothed my nipples. I cried out in pleasure, only being quieted when his own mouth slotted over mine. I tasted myself on his lips, and my hips jerked in response.

As his tongue explored my mouth, he placed a knee between my legs, and I immediately began rutting against him. He chuckled, though that turned into a groan when I bit his lower lip. He moved his lips along my jaw and neck, biting and marking every bit of available skin as if he were trying to brand me with his own version of a choker necklace. He flexed his thigh against my rutting and I cried out his name.

“Please, Az. I need you.” He looked into my eyes before releasing all of the shadows holding me down. I immediately wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to bring him closer to me while I let my fingers trace the muscles of his arms that were holding him above me. “I need my mate inside of me.” He kissed me again, almost frenzied, as he moved my legs up to push them between our chests. I shivered as I felt him line himself up with my entrance, and we both groaned at the feeling of him slowly sinking into me.

Each time I tightened around him, he groaned into my neck, tightening his hold along my thighs. I was certain I’d have Azriel-shaped handprints there in the morning, and I clenched at the thought. “Y/N, you’re killing me here. Cauldron, you’re so tight, you’re so perfect. Let me fill you up, yeah? Please?” I moved my hands to his hips and pulled him the rest of the way in. He bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder as he adjusted and I continued clenching around him at the sensation of him finally being inside me.

“So full. Gods, you make me so full Az.” He pulled back from my neck to look at me. He kept one hand braced by my head, but his other pulled back to trace the patterns of the lace of the necklace.

“You’ll let me know if anything is too much, right?” I nodded, not fully processing what he was saying as his hips began making small circular movements while he was still fully seated inside me. “That’s my good girl.” Next thing I know, his hand circles around my throat, gently tightening around it. He didn’t completely cutoff my airway, but it was just tight enough to prove he’s in control of how much air I get and when. He began thrusting his hips in time with tightening his hand, and almost immediately, my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the sensation.

I moved my hands to his back, nails scratching at the skin just beneath his wings while he rocked into me. His grip at my neck tightened slightly when I brushed the base of his wings, but loosened his grip completely as I continued to stroke the sensitive joint. He groaned as he dropped his head into the crook of my neck, slamming harder into me with each pass of my finger along his wings. “Fuck, don’t stop doing that.” Almost as if he wants me to understand what he’s feeling, he moved the hand that was around my neck to my clit, mimicking my same movements along his wings. I cried out and arched my back, tightening around him as his actions immediately brought on another climax. “Yes, Y/N, fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl,” he continued to mutter into my ear, and his words only encouraged my orgasm to either extend into one long one, or caused me to dive straight into another.

Tears started to form at the intensity of everything I was feeling, and as he reached his own climax, I truly felt the bond in my chest. Open to everything we were feeling, I felt his pleasure, gratitude, love, and so much more for me as he groaned, indicating he was feeling what I was in the moment.

Not wanting to collapse on top of me, I felt him bring his wings in before rolling us so that I laid on top of him. I rested my head on his chest, hearing and feeling his beating heart, as we each took a moment to catch our breath. He was still inside me, and the feeling made me twitch a little, causing him to groan and tighten his grip on my hips, almost as if in warning. I giggled at his reaction, choosing to gently kiss every bit of his chest I could reach while lying here. His arms wrapped around my waist completely like a hug, and I lifted my head so I could look at him. Resting my chin on my stacked hands, I smiled at him.

“Hi.” He smiled back, his skin still flushed and eyes half-lidded. If I had Feyre’s ability to paint, I would paint this moment in a heartbeat, never wanting to forget the look of utter happiness and calm on his features.

“Hello there.” I moved one of my hands to trace his face, and he turned his head slightly to kiss my palm. That small little action had my heart beating all over again, and if sensing it, he sent me a wolfish grin. I laughed fully at him, and he joined in with a chuckle. I leaned forward to softly claim his lips with my own, smiles still in place for both of us.

“You’re incredible.”

“I love you.”

We spoke at the same time, but he pulled back, eyes wide as he looked over me. I kept my small smile in place, knowing he’s trying to look for any semblance of doubt or uncertainty. I felt an odd tugging sensation in my chest, and realized it was coming from him, as if he were sorting through what I was feeling, so I pushed every bit of love and adoration I felt for him down the bond and I swear the male stopped breathing.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.” My smile brightened, matching his own.

“I love you, Azriel.” His hands grabbed my face in order to pull me into a breathtaking kiss, where we continued to smile brightly, essentially making the kiss incredibly messy and almost certainly incredibly difficult.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. You’re my everything, my equal, my mate. My beautiful, wonderful mate who I will love and devote my entire being to for all of eternity.” To hide the fact that the bastard started to make me cry, I leaned forward to capture his lips in another kiss. Feeling his love paired with my own through the bond was almost overwhelming, until I began to feel a trickle of his lust feed down the bond. In response, I squeezed his still-hard cock that was still inside me, and he groaned. He planted his feet into the mattress, and I sat up to look over the most gorgeous male that I still cannot believe is mine for all time.

Once I was seated, he gave a quick thrust up into me. I placed my hands onto his shoulders for balance as he looked up to me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Oh, bunny. I hope you’re ready for a long night.”

I began to move hips over him in small figure eight motions and he jerked up. “I believe I was promised to be fucked on every surface of this house, no?” He sat up as well, wings flaring out and I grinned at the sight.

“What my mate wants…” he trailed off so that he could continue nibbling along the marks he’s already made on my neck.

“My mate gets,” I finished for him. I laughed as I felt him winnow us somewhere else in the house, not even knowing where we’d end up, but finding that so long as I had him, I didn’t care.

#azriel x reader #azriel smut #acotar #acotar smut #bri's writing #a better life #bonus scene

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Klaus x reader chapter 6 Bloodletting

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Marshall the younger sister of Hayley Marshall. Side note I love Hayley one of my favorite characters. Basically Y/n will be pregnant instead of Hayley and I will be changing some things up but then that it should stay pretty close to the series. I hope you enjoy the story! Also, if you like I have a Castiel x reader

Paring: Klaus x reader

Word count: 3,238

Warnings: Some language, Typical the Originals violence, Spoilers for season one of The Originals, Pregnancy, Refence to sex

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saradika

Chapter 6: Bloodletting

There were about forty vampires in the courtyard at the compound of Marcel Gerad of squaring up to fight to get a chance to get a special ring. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fight Night! And, the first rule of Fight Night is: the vampire left standing at the end of the night is one step closer to the inner circle, and one of these--[He holds up the hand on which he wears his ring]-- a daylight ring. If you can impress me with a little ultra-violence, you too can enjoy the warmth of the sun on your face. All you got to do is kick a little ass. Here we go!”

A woman and man step up. Of course, the women won victoriously. But not a moment later her neck was snapped by Klaus. Elijah and Hayley in tow. "Good evening! I'd like a word.” “What do you think you're doing?” Marcel was pissed that Klaus was once again stepping on his throne. “It appears that we've interrupted a collection of filthy amateurs! We've come here for the girl. Give her to us, or we kill everyone here... starting with you.” Elijah was always so methodical with his words.

“You two got a lot of nerve, coming into my home and making demands. And who is she?” He pointed out Hayley. “I'm about to kick your-” She tried to walk forward but was pulled back by Elijah. “Your home, is it?” Klaus has a sarcastic smile. “The girl! I will not ask again.” “I assume you're talking about Y/n? Yea high, H/c, sweet attitude? Who is she, anyway?”

“She's an old friend. You know how sentimental I am about old friends.” “Well, I ain't got her. And before you start whining, I did pay her a little visit earlier tonight. I was feeling nostalgic, so I took a trip out to the plantation where I used to be a slave. And, imagine my surprise when I realized that the Original family of vampires had taken up residence. Your girl, Y/n, answered the door, we exchanged hellos, and that was it. You don't believe me? Look around. Hell, I'll even help you find her. But the question that I'd ask is: if Y/n isn't here, then where is she?”

POV: (Y/N)

I wake up and all I smell is dirty socks and all I see is the back of SUV window. I kick up at the window in some hope to somehow knock it out and climb out. The driver pulls over and gets out and opens the back. I kick him and he blocks me. “Seriously?” “Tyler?” I had not seen him for over like six months at this point. “You don't wanna fight me, Y/n. You know you can't beat a hybrid.” He zip-locks my ankles and picks me up. “AHHH! Let me go you asshole!” “Shut up!”

Tyler had brought me to the backwaters of the bayou of this small shack next to the water. It would be prettier if I wasn't currently being held against my will. “Tyler why the Hell am I here?” He doesn’t answer, instead he brings out a pocketknife. “Ok, geese! I won't ask again.” He then cuts my ankle zip locks. “This is just in case.” He held the knife up, the gall of him. “Hey, aren't you the one you knocked me out in my backyard!?” “It's not your backyard, it's Klaus'! You're shacked up in that mansion with that psycho. A long way from the sweet girl I've met in the Appalachians, helping other werewolves.”

“Tyler, I am still the same girl, just a couple of things have changed.” “You mean that you're pregnant? A hybrid baby, yeah, I know all about it. I've been roaming around the Bayou, asking questions. Let me tell you what I learned! [He pulled down my sweater sleeve to show my birthmark on my shoulder] This crescent birthmark means you come from a big-shot family. Some kind of royalty for the werewolves of this region. And right here-- [He gestured around him]-- this is all that's left of them.”

I look around and see tents that are barely being held together by worn-down rope. “My family is out here?” At that moment I see a blond woman hiding by the trees. “HEY HELP!” I held my arms up. She ran away as soon as I did. “They can't help you! They're in the woods, hiding, because they were persecuted for decades by vampires.” Of course, those poor people, this man walks up. “Is that her?” “Excuse me!?” “Yeah, Dwayne. Get her inside.” Dwayne comes and picks me up like I was a bag of air. He must be a werewolf too or he hits the gym every day. “Tyler? Tyler!”

Back at the compound, Sabine was doing a locator spell to find Y/n while Hayley, Elijah, and Klaus were crowding around. “She's in the backcountry. Way up past Houma, deep in the Bayou.” “Bayou?” Hayley questioned. “There are stories of exiled werewolves, encampments. If Y/n went out that far, chances are she went to find them.” “Clearly, she hopes to make the acquaintance of more like herself. I suppose our company wasn't good enough for her.” Klaus quipped. “No, Y/n is not like that. She would at least tell me, if she's there she's not there by choice.” Klaus looks at Hayley with the slightest bit of worry.

The three of them had traveled to the Bayou. “We should head south towards the water.” Elijah pointed out. “You seem quite determined to find the littlest wolf.” Klaus commented. Hayley was just trying to sense her sister. “If I'm moving too fast for you, Niklaus, you're welcome to wait in the car. Do be certain to leave the windows down.” “ Ah, so I've touched a nerve? You've begun to admire her sister. Perhaps that's why you've been barking orders since your return, hoping to impress Hayley by assuming the role of family patriarch.” she had walked enough away that she couldn't hear them.

“If you're going to insist on treating her like a walking incubator, then that's your mistake.” “I do not see her as a-” Klaus stopped. “Have you found her scent?” They walk over to the SUV so does Hayley. “No, but I found someone else's. This vehicle reeks of someone I thought I was rid of... Tyler Lockwood.” “Tyler? why the Hell would he care to kidnap Y/n.” Hayley said. “He wants revenge because I went after his girl.” “Really over a high school girlfriend?” “Why do I suspect this is the least of your offenses?” “Well, there was this business with his mum…”

“Great so my sister is going to die now because of you! She’s here because of you!” “He needed to be taught a lesson!” “And what lesson will you be taught, Niklaus, if he retaliates by harming Y/n?” “So, you do care about her. Well, go on, then. Have at it, brother. Save her. Claim what spoils you can. I've sampled what she has to offer and let me tell you, she is exquisite–” Hayley slapped Klaus. “Don't you ever talk about her like that again!” She goes to keep searching but stops. “Oh, and Klaus if she is hurt or worse I will find some way to kill you.” With that, she walks, and Elijah follows.

POV (Y/n)

I am brought into the shack and zip-tied to some type of iron oven aka not easy to pick up. Might as well ask. “Tyler, there's been two wolves watching Hayley and me lately. Protecting us, like they instinctively know that we are part of their pack. You're a hybrid, you can turn into a wolf whenever you want... Was one of them you?” He shakes his head no. “No, but you're right-- only hybrids can control when they change. And I'm the only one left, besides Klaus. Which is why we're here.” “Whatever you think you're doing, you know that whole Original family has made some sort of pact, or something, to keep me and the baby safe. So, if you hurt me, they'll kill you. Believe it or not I don't want to see you die Tyler.”

“Of course, the nice, sweet Y/n wouldn't want that but then again you conspired to help kill twelve hybrids. How did you even trigger your curse if you do not believe in killing huh? I'm generally curious.” He got close and up in my face. “An accident the same as you.” I looked to the side. “I don't believe you but that's not why we are here, Dwayne? You ready for this?” Dwayne looked really hopped on whatever he was about to do.

“Let's do it.” Tyler goes to dig out a large syringe. “What are you doing?” I asked with fear flooding my body. Dwayne holds me down. “Tyler, please. NO! Tyler!” “Klaus destroyed everything good in my life! So, I'm gonna take away the thing he wants most!” He jammed it into my stomach. “AHH!” I breathed heavily. As I see it leave my body it’s filled with my baby’s blood. Tyler goes and injects it in Dwayne and then snaps his neck.

I just stare at the dead body now. “Don't get all judgy! Dwayne knew what he was getting into. He volunteered!” “To get killed!? How in the hell does make any sense?” “Dwayne is a werewolf who died with your blood in his system. The same blood you share with your hybrid baby.” I furred my eyebrows in confusion. “You're trying to turn him into a hybrid? That's impossible!” “I've been running with wolf packs all over the country. One of them was tight with a witch. She had nightmare visions about your baby and how Klaus could use its blood to make an army of hybrid slaves.” I breathed deeply in to control my anger.

“That’s enough from everyone! I don't care what anyone says about my baby it’s just that, my kid and if you keep on making threats on it, Klaus will be the last person to worry about.” “That’s cute and all but that's where Dwayne comes in. You see, he was happy to be the test case. If you haven't noticed, these people don't have much to live for. They'd all welcome the chance to become the superior species. Trouble is, all hybrids are sired to Klaus. They follow his every move. [He grabs a knife from his bag and sets it on the table] No way I let that happen.”

“How can you be so sure Klaus knows what the baby's blood will do?” “What do you think? Klaus Mikaelson, killer of men, women, and puppies, all of a sudden wants to be a daddy? Or, he's got an ulterior motive. Hybrids can walk in the sun. Their bite is lethal to vampires. They'll take over New Orleans by the end of the week. And you know what's going to stop Klaus then? Nothing.” Could it be true all this time? Suddenly Dwanye wakes up breathing a lot.

"You're gonna have to feed on her.” Dwayne walks over to me. “What? No! Ahhhhh!” He bites in my neck and it hurts like all Hell. He freaks out and runs out and Tyler goes after him. In the freak out he broke a chair I’m able to reach and grab a broken sharp leg. Tyler walks back in.“It worked, didn't it? He's a hybrid.” “If Klaus gets a hold of you, if he gets that kid? He wins.” He picks up the knife. “Maybe we can run if those are his attentions.” “He'll find you, he'll take your kid away, and he'll make more hybrid monsters. Slaves who do everything he says.” “Please murder is not the answer, Tyler You're not like this.”

He walks closer and I stab him in the leg with the wood. “That was stupid!” He starts again but Dwayne walks in. “Get away from her!” “What do you care?” “I said get away!” “You got what you wanted, now get lost!” “Dwayne, he's gonna kill me! And he's gonna kill you, too! He said that hybrids are too dangerous to live! You need to stop him!” Dwane attacks Tyler and I'm able to grab the knife and cut my binds and I run like never before.

I ran behind a tree hearing footsteps get closer and I jumped out and slide kicked him to the ground and pounced and almost daggered him until I realized it was Elijah. “Elijah I am so sorry! I thought-” I helped him stand up. "You thought I was Tyler, and here I thought you were in danger. It appears I was mistaken.” “Y/N!? Y/N!” It was Hayley. “Over here!” She runs over straight into my arms. “Oh thank God are you ok!? The baby!?” “Yes both of us are fine, a little sweat and a couple of scratches. Nothing I can't live through.” “Let's go!” She tugs on my arm. “Wait guys there's something you need to know about the baby.”

“Klaus must have known, that's the only explanation! He could care less about the baby. He just wants her to be born so he can use her to make more sired hybrids.” Hayley was pissed from what I told them and I don't blame her. “Look, we don't know if Klaus knew.” “Oh like Hell he didn't, he's Klaus !” “We can talk about this later after I take you two home.” Elijah of course is trying to break the tension. “Are you serious? Home to what?” Hayley replied back in her snappy sarcasm.

“Look, regardless of my brother's intentions, mine remain the same. I said that I would protect you and your sister, even, if need be, from Klaus himself.” “Guy’s let’s talk about this.” “What’s there to talk about Y/n! And Elijah I can take care of myself. I've done it for a long time.” She walks away. And I am left to question just about everything at this point but especially Klaus.

We had walked back to the shack where Klaus was standing. He had blood on his shirt in the middle. He saw me and looked like he wanted to run to me, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked between Elijah and I and started to think things that weren't true. “There you are! I see you've found our wandering stray. Perhaps you could shed some light on the situation. This-- [kicks the body over] -- appears to be a hybrid.” He pointed to me wondering why there was even a hybrid in the first place. “His name was Dwayne.” I answered kind of hesitating because I knew the bomb that was about to explode.

“Well, whoever it was, I didn't sire him. Any idea how that's possible?” Hayley gets pissed and jumps up to defend me. “[ She stomps toward him] As if you didn't know!” “Hayley please!” I pleaded to her. Elijah looked to me to make sure I was ok. And Klaus saw. “Ahhh, well, aren't you two fast friends? Oh, come on, then. What kind of horrible accusation have you conspired to levy against me?” Here comes the boom. “Guys let’s talk-” Elijah started to talk.

“Tyler Lockwood brought Y/n here to test a theory. [Klaus nods at him to continue] That the blood of her child could be used to sire hybrids. He claims that you knew that. Furthermore, that you intended to use this knowledge to build an army.” Klaus looked hurt and with that I knew that he did not know about the blood I knew because I've had the same look before. “And, of course, you assume it's true. I mean, why else would I show interest in my own flesh and blood? A heartbroken little crybaby points his finger at me, and my own brother falls in line, eager to believe it! How quickly you believe the worst, especially when it comes from her.” Klaus pointed at Hayley.

“Oh, spare me your indignation. When have you ever demonstrated any kind of concern towards Y/n or her child and sister, beyond your own selfish pursuits? And what was it you once said to me? [He impersonates Klaus] "Every king needs an heir!"” “My big brother. So, you doubt my intentions? Well, I can't say I'm surprised, standing next to the noble Elijah, how can I be anything but the lesser brother? A liar, a manipulator, a bastard.” My heart broke. “Klaus wait please-” I tried to soften this conversation after that because I knew how much pain that phrase brought to Klaus even more when he said it himself.

“And you, of course you agree with them I mean why would the big bad wolf be interested in his own blood. [He got closer to me] I knew you never would want to have a child with me.” “Brother, if–” Elijah was hurt too. “interrupts] You've said all that needs to be said, brother. [He steps back a few steps and holds his arms out in defeat] I'll play the role I've been given.” He speeds towards Elijah and bites him with his venom. Hayley and I are both shocked.

“You three enjoy each other's company. You'll have much to bond over, once the hallucinations and dementia set in. Consider that bite to be my parting gift to the three of you.” Before I even have a chance to say his name he speeds away. Hayley and I turn to Elijah to get him to the shack.

About an hour later Elijah was on the old cot and Hayley and I were looking through old photos to see if we could find any hint towards our family. Elijah gets up to help us look. “You don't have to help us. We can dig through the werewolf antique show on our own. Besides-- [She looks at his neck wound] -- shouldn't you put some kind of ointment or something on that?” Hayley said to him concerned. “The bite won't kill me. Like Niklaus himself, it's more of a nuisance than anything.” I didn’t say anything, but I got mad at that moment. So before I got more mad, I went outside to get air. The pregnancy definitely did not help being hot.

Going outside I looked around and I finally had a chance to fully appreciate the beauty of everything like the Bayou water with the sun reflecting off of it. And the crickets making their own song. The fresh smell of no smog and instead weed flowers having a sweet nectar hanging in the air. Sometimes being a werewolf has its upsides. I couldn't wait to share this with our daughter. When I walked a little more on the deck my feet kicked into something it was big bible. I picked it up and flipped through it.

“Hayley, get out here!” Both of them came out. “What is it?” I held it and flipped through to the page that was saved. “A Bible, with a family history that goes back generations.” “What are these names? Who is Andrea and Elizabeth?” Elijah asked. “I think we are... those are the days that we were born.” I said realizing that my family just got a whole lot more intriguing.

Hey yawl! Hope you enjoyed the story! Sorry it's been a while since I've updated. I wanted to finish my Castiel x reader which the first season is now finished if you want to you can read that. So hopefully I can focus more on these chapters because I love this story so much. This chapter really stirred the pot between Klaus and reader, so I love that. I also hoped that I showed that Y/n could hold her own. I might skip next episode's plot and move on to the next one depends. So look out for the next one! XOXO Gossip girl ;) ;)

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Take the World in Your Hands Eris x Elain | pt. 3

Summary: Eris's brothers catch wind of his proposal to Nesta. They plan to find and deliver her to their father as a gift, surely winning his favor. Their plan takes a turn when they kidnap the wrong Archeron sister and Eris finds her in the Autumn Court dungeon.

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Warnings: None

Notes: This part is not the best but we're building up to things!! I am trying to turn their handful of days together into a slow burn

Word Count: 1.8k

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While Elain slept, Eris rummaged through the cabin and managed to find a balm that helped combat the effects of faebane. It was not as good as the updated antidote that the Dawn Court had created, but it would speed things up. Enough that he insisted he was capable of cooking dinner, though he still dragged a chair to the stove to sit on while he stirred.

Elain had slept most of the day, waking in the late afternoon as the sun became more gentle, filling the cabin with golden light instead of a harsh glare off the snow. Eris tried not to be too endeared by her sleepy eyes and messy braid, but a small part of him wanted her to be his. To wrap the sleepy girl in his arms and press a kiss to her forehead.

Everything that made her adorable had faded into a darker, more sinful shade as she had bandaged his ribs. Eris was never one to feel shameful of any form of debauchery. But her touch, so light it could almost be construed as innocent, had set him ablaze with a strange shame he had never felt. Like he didn't deserve it. He had assumed from her shy nature that any touching and teasing from her was a rare gift.

Now, sitting on a chair in front of the stove, he shook his head free of his thoughts. But not before feeling a bit of pity for his little brother, who he knew had not yet won her heart. If he had Lucien as enamored as he felt, he must be suffering.

Elain had begrudgingly agreed to let him cook, as long as he stayed sitting. But she was waiting until the morning to decide if he was ready for a trip into town.

"You take your shopping very seriously," She said when he protested, "you'd fit into the Night Court well, in that way."

"You can make your own dinner if you compare me to them again," Eris grumbled.

"I would have made it myself, but you insisted." She sat on the floor of the kitchen, back against a counter cabinet. She had pulled her knees up to her chest and tucked her legs under the fabric of her skirt.

"Yes, because you made the last two." He had found sandwiches pre-made in the fridge when he grew hungry around lunch time. Another thing she had probably done to pass the time while she couldn't sleep.

"It's supposed to be a lady's job, anyways." Elain said, tossing her braid over her shoulder. Even though she really believe that.

"How very archaic for the Night Court," Eris smirked.

"But not the for the Autumn Court, I suppose." Elain regretted the words as soon as they had come out. She wasn't sure where the indignation had come from it. It had been almost like an instinct.

She watched as Eris face twitched, and then a calm mask of detachment slipped into place. One she had not seen since he had come to her cell. By the mother, was that only yesterday?

"Not for Beron, you mean." Eris said quietly, his voice far away and icy to match the mask.

"I'm sorry," Elain whispered, shrinking into herself, "I didn't mean-"

"It's ready," He interrupted. He spooned stew into a bowl and held it out to her, keeping his eyes on the stove. Then he filled his own and winnowed the few feet to the kitchen table, sitting with his back to her.

Elain stood still for a moment, watching the steam curling up from her bowl. Apologizing again would do no good. She knew he didn't want to be pitied. He wore his pride around him like a solid shield.

Standing in the silence, her eyes drifted toward the curve of his neck and the small sliver of muscle that was visible above the collar of his shirt. His red hair fell in soft waves against his neck. He may be leaner than the Night Court warriors, but his sleeves were still snug around his biceps.

Eris sighed, pulling Elain from her thoughts. As insistent as she may be about propriety, Elain was not above admiring beautiful things.

"Come and sit," He said, though the warmth had not returned to his voice yet.

"Thank you for the soup," Elain scurried to sit behind him.

Then it was quiet again. Only the sounds of the crackling fire and the still-bubbling pot on the stove, mixing with the clink of spoons against ceramic bowls.

"Thought for a thought?" Elain asked, tentative. The thing Feyre always said when Elain was quiet. Eris said nothing for a moment, but he did seem to be considering.

"There are a lot of things about the Autumn Court that I wish were different," He sighed. Elain had a feeling that this was the Eris that most other people saw. Closed off, moping. An impenetrable wall of gloom around him.

"But there are things you love about it," Elain prodded.

"It is beautiful," He relented after another pause, voice finally beginning to soften, "And peaceful - in some parts. And I do love my hounds."

"Hounds?" Elain's eyes lit up.

Eris looked at her for a moment, more ice thawing by the second. He stepped across the room and grabbed a photo frame from the desk. He placed the frame on the table in front of her and sat back down.

Elain picked it up gingerly. A weathered, sepia photo of a dozen sleek, beautiful hounds sitting in a row, in a frame of carved maple leaves. Foliage of all colors piled up on the ground around them, dappled light across the whole image. Elain looked back at him, beaming.

"What was your thought?" He asked, his eyes smiling back at her. She liked this Eris more. The one who was tender and not ashamed of loving things. The one who teased her and talked to her almost like a friend.

"I'm thinking it's a shame how much pretending you do," She said, setting the frame on the table. Her boldness could push him right back into his fortress, but she took the risk.

"Maybe so, but that's a thought about me, not about you." Eris shrugged.

"There's not supposed to be rules to it. But ask me a question, if you want to know something about me."

"What was the falling out in the night court?" He eyed her as he said it, watching the hint of a scowl pass over her face.

Indeed, she was struggling not to let hypocrisy win and close in on herself in response.

"It's embarrassing," Elain protested.

"You know plenty of embarrassing things about me," Eris countered, gaze still on her as he sipped another spoonful of soup.

"I do not. I barely know you."

"Fine, then I'll tell you something embarrassing about myself next."

"You're a busy body and a gossip," Elain rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, arms crossed. She kept her eyes on the table as she spoke. "I heard of something Rhysand had done. Something that changed the course of things for me a great deal. It happened quite a while ago, so I probably shouldn't care. But I do, anyways. Especially because he never would have told me himself. No one would have. Nesta let it slip because she had too much to drink, and she probably only knew because she squeezed it out of Cassian."

"What did he do?" Eris asked, engrossed.

"He forbid someone I cared for from seeing me," Elain gritted out between her teeth. She flashed him a look, warning him not to ask any follow up questions.

But he asked, anyways, "The shadowsinger?"

"How did you know?" Elain cried, blush creeping up her neck and the points of her ears.

"Well he wouldn't forbid a man from seeing his mate, so it couldn't be Lucien. Unless it's a stranger to me, that leaves Azriel. Everyone else is mated."

"Azriel is mated too," She said, voice full of bitter longing, "But he wasn't back then. They're on a honeymoon, now. Rhysand was furious with Nesta, though they're always furious with each other over something. She and Cassian have been visiting Illyrian camps since then, and Rhysand is back and forth between the Hewn City and Velaris, basically hiding from me."

"So you were alone," Eris finished softly.

"You can see how I might prefer to be here," Elain offered a weak smile.

"Stuck in a tiny cabin with a grumpy Autumn heir, hiding from his barbaric brothers and the overbearing High Lord of Night. I'm flattered."

"Tell me something embarrassing," Elain demanded.

"I tend to snore," He confessed, the corners of his mouth creeping up into a smile.

"I know that already!" She cried.

"My point stands, lady. You already know many embarrassing things about me." Such a crooning tone and teasing grin. A little part of her wanted to smack it off his face. He would probably enjoy it, the deviant.

"You do not play fair," Elain snatched her dish and brought it to the sink.

"But I thought there weren't any rules," Eris followed, standing far too close once again. How he loved to pin her, this way.

"Must everything always be a game?" Elain tried to pretend he was not so close, desperately pushing down the heat in her body.

"Something tells me you're not as averse to games as you try to seem," He answered, his breath hot against her ear. He was close enough to see the goosebumps that spread over her skin.

They were still for a moment, Eris waiting to see what she would do. Elain trying to make a decision as her heart thundered in her chest.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, turning her head enough to catch a glimpse of him in her peripheral.

Eris's smirk faded as if her words had woken him from a trance. He stepped back and opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again and leave her there in the kitchen. He grabbed a book and settled on the sofa, beginning to read with rapt attention.

As soon as he stepped away, the air around Elain felt cold and empty. It brought her back to that Solstice night, standing by herself in the hallway. Lonely and rejected. A mistake.

Overcome by a blend of unpleasant feelings, Elain sat down by the fire and rested her chin on her knees, basking in the warmth of the fire to replace Eris's closeness.

At some point, she had laid on her side and fallen asleep. When she woke again, in the middle of the night, she was back on the comfortable sofa, quilt tucked in tightly around her. Eris's soft breathing across the room lulled her back to sleep. She dreamt of autumn sunshine, the smell of fallen leaves, and of hot cider on a cold fall night.

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Forbidden Part 1

I have so many parts to post before I can get up to date with this story! Student/Professor AU. Cliché as fuck I know but it has been so much fun to write 🖤

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None really for this part… just Van’s skin tight jeans 🤭

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"Remember the coursework's due in on Friday. The deadline's 2pm. I won't be accepting any excuses."

You feel your heart sink at your lecturer's words. You'd barely even cobbled together enough material to write a 1000 word report, let alone the mammoth 6000 word essay that needed to be submitted. And it definitely needed to be submitted. You were barely scraping through as it was, teetering on the edge of failure. Another unsatisfactory module mark and your chances of progressing on to the second year were looking pretty bleak.

It's not that you couldn't cope with the content of the BA History course you'd joined the previous year in September. You were certainly bright enough. In fact with your A Level grades you had probably sold yourself short in picking your current university. You'd not chosen it on its academic merits or league table rankings though, you'd blindly followed your boyfriend there who'd bagged himself a full sports scholarship playing football whilst studying Sports Science. What you hadn't banked on was finding him in a compromising position with the student coach of the ladies volleyball team only a month into the first semester.

Things had swiftly gone downhill from there. All of a sudden poring over textbooks in the evening was replaced with downing shots in the Students Union bar. You told yourself you were having fun, you were only young once, it was just the first term, you had plenty of time to buckle down and better your weak grades after Christmas, but unfortunately your first semester exam marks were a harsh wake up call. If you didn't pull your socks up you'd be out of the course and off campus by the time early summer rolled around. And then Professor McCann came on to the scene...

Professor Ryan Evan McCann or 'Van' as he urged the students to call him was a recent addition to the Faculty staff. Fresh from his PhD studies and eager to teach, he'd fast become a firm favourite amongst both staff and students alike. He was friendly, enthusiastic and always took the time to explain the course content thoroughly. But it wasn't just his engaging teaching style which saw his module fast oversubscribed with keen students. He was drop dead gorgeous, and the flurry of excited whispers that had flowed around the lecture theatre when he'd stepped up to the lectern to deliver a short introduction on semester two options day had less to do with real excitement for the subject, and more to do with the tightness of his skinny jeans and his piercing blue eyes. You could practically hear the collective sigh from most of the females in the room... and a few of the males too.

And now here you were, three weeks into the term, your self-made promises of turning over a new leaf looking more and more like empty vows as night after night you ventured out rather than taking your studies seriously. Not even the thought of impressing your attractive professor was enough to tempt you away from two-for-one cocktails at the Union club nights.

In fact he'd been the main reason you'd been out until two in the morning the night before. It had started innocently enough. Loud cheers and cheeky remarks as the usual gang of revellers from your hall of residence had spotted Van and a male colleague enjoying a quiet early evening pint in the corner of a bar in the town centre. You'd struck up banter backwards and forwards across the room until Van had caved and agreed to join you all at the next bar in your planned pub crawl. Pint after pint had been sunk, and soon enough it was impossible to tell exactly who the responsible adult was. You'd all seen another side to Professor McCann, a fun, reckless, impulsive side which only served to make him all the more attractive. If only you'd not had that last cocktail you probably would have been able to restrain yourself.

You cringed internally as you recalled bumping into him as he was coming out of the toilets at the nightclub you'd ended up at. How you'd grabbed the lapels of his shirt and backed him into the wall of the narrow corridor, showering him with compliments which he'd awkwardly rebuffed. If you'd left it at that you probably could have laughed it off, kept your head down for a few lectures and there would have been no harm done, but you hadn't. Spurred on by your drunken state and your worries about flunking the course, you did something bad. Something you weren't going to recover from with a flushed face and an awkward apology.

You'd propositioned him.

One hand flat against the wall, the other toying with his belt buckle before slipping down to firmly caress between his legs as he looked back at you wide-eyed and disbelievingly.

"So... Sir," you'd slurred, voice thick with inebriation. "Is there anything I can do to help me pass your module this semester?"

You'd seen a spark of something in his eyes, but it was only fleeting. He'd quickly recovered, firmly pushing you back, hands on your shoulders, spinning you around so you were now the one against the wall.

"Y/N... you're drunk," he'd stated. "I'd think very carefully about your next actions if I were you or you're going to get yourself into a situation that's beyond your control."

"Ooh... d'ya like being in control then?" You'd giggled, pouting suggestively, reaching for him again.

He'd grabbed your wrists, hard, his grip firm as he pushed them back against the wall. "I mean it. Don't make me do something I'll regret."

His eyes flashed dangerously, boring into you for a long moment before he pushed himself back from the wall, releasing you and then stepping away, muttering that he was leaving.

You let him go.

It was supposed to be a warning, a show of his authority to deter you, but it didn't have the desired effect. In fact it did the exact opposite, and as you stumbled home and into bed that night all you could think of was his hands on your wrists, pinning you back against the wall. How it would feel if his lips had met yours and his body had pressed against you.

You fell asleep that night full of thoughts of him running through your head and woke up just hours later, hungover and restless, your head pounding.

"Come on Y/N, you've got a 9 o' clock lecture. You can't be late again."

Your best friend and room-mate Lizzie had appeared at your bedside, holding a glass of water in one hand and a couple of paracetamol in her other open palm. You'd raised your head stiffly, blinking at the harsh sunlight and groaning before sinking your head back down into your pillow face-first.

"Y/N!" she'd grumbled, louder this time. "Hangover or not, you're gonna be in so much trouble if you don't go to McCann's lecture."

The sound of his name reverberated around your head, bringing to mind images of you blatantly throwing yourself at him the previous night. You considered just pulling the covers up over your head and blocking out the day, but you knew Lizzie was right. If Van decided to fail you then you were out, no second chances. If you even still had a place on the course after your shameful behaviour.

You'd grudgingly dragged yourself out of bed, dutifully swallowing the painkillers and the entire glass of water, then slunk off to the shower.

You'd kept your head down, quite literally, for the whole of your two hour lecture. If it had been any other academic up there presenting the material you would surely have dozed off by now, but you weren't going to miss a second of Van. It captivated you how he commanded every student's attention, his obvious enthusiasm shining through as he animatedly delivered the lecture. And what's more, despite being out until the early hours on a brutal pub crawl like you were, he didn't look hungover at all. In fact he looked fresh as a daisy and even more devastatingly handsome than normal. How the fuck did he even do that?

"Remember the coursework's due in on Friday. The deadline's 2pm. I won't be accepting any excuses."

So here you are, fuzzy-headed and shame-faced, trying to keep your head down as you merge into the steady stream of students as they file out of the lecture room. A sigh of relief is waiting with the big inhale you've taken as you step past Van, eyes fixed firmly on the carpet as you notice his boots in your peripheral vision. You’re nearly there, the threshold of the doorway just inches away...

"Y/N... I'd like a word please."

It isn’t a question. You don’t have a choice. You stop in your tracks, letting the remaining students slip past you, waiting until the last one walks through the exit and the door’s closed behind them.

It’s quiet in the room, stiflingly so, and it makes your heart pound with a raw kind of nervousness as you turn slowly, eventually looking up at Van as you come to a stop facing him.

You’re expecting him to look stern and disappointed in you, a disapproving glare to show that you've let him and yourself down, so when you clock the slight smirk simmering at the edge of his lips you’re taken aback. Your cheeks flush a deep shade of scarlet as he holds you locked in his gaze.

"How's the head?"

You giggle girlishly, overcome with a shyness that doesn’t usually afflict you, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. "Oh, it's... errr... it's... I've been better I suppose... Look... about last night..."

You tail off, see his eyebrows raise expectantly as he cocks his head to look at you, his smirk widening. He knows you’re mortified and he’s thoroughly enjoying this. This is how he’s going to punish you, but you deserve to squirm. You suppose a touch of humiliation is a small price to pay for your actions. Especially as trying to bribe your way into an academic's pants to get an honours degree is grounds for an instant expulsion.

You carry on awkwardly, stumbling over your words, tongue-tied and pathetic. "I'm... really sorry. I was just... drunk... I... errr... I didn't really mean it."

"So what did you mean Y/N? Do you want to enlighten me?"

He takes a step towards you and you counter it, then another and another and then you feel your back hit the wall. You take a deep breath, holding it, your mind scrambling for a fitting response.

"I just... I... I don't know..."

"You thought you'd just suck my cock and I'd award you a First? Is that it?"

This hits you like a slap in the face and you let your exhale go quickly, your mouth falling agape.

It’s the way he says it, matter-of-factly like you’re discussing a mundane topic and not a sexual act in payment for your success. He isn’t flustered in the slightest, in fact he looks calm and collected. In control. It makes your heart race and that wild, wayward part of you come to life. The part that takes chances and doesn’t conform.

You look at him right back, a challenge you aren’t backing down from.

"And what if I was? What then?"

A spark lights in his eyes and he isn’t hiding it this time, it simmers there with a tension that you feel in every fibre of your being as your nerve endings bristle with electricity.

"Well... I couldn't just leave it ignored. You'd need to be punished of course."

His words light a fire between your legs as a dark part of you stirs and comes to life. Your pulse races and your breathing deepens.

"Van..." you begin, but your words don't come.

They catch in your throat as he leans in, one hand flat on the wall and the other rising up, two of his fingers trailing gently down your jaw. You swallow deeply, anticipation thick in the air as his fingers come to rest on your chin, tipping your head back so you have no choice but to look up at him.

"It's not Van to you, it's Sir... You got that?"

"Yes... Sir..."

It comes out like a whisper, breathy and full of desire. His lips curl up into a devilish smile as he looks down on you. There’s a long moment where you just look at each other, your heart thudding hard in your chest, your fingers twitching at your sides as you long to reach out for him, tangle your fingers in his hair, grasp at his hips as you push your own against him. Anything... anything to satisfy the ache between your thighs.

But it isn’t happening. He steps back, eyes still on you as he backs up, watching you carefully.

"Don't be late for my lecture tomorrow... or there will be consequences."

Then you watch as he turns and walks away, pushing through the door without so much as a look behind him, leaving you there breathless and wanting, coiled tightly like a spring.

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