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mymoodwriting · 6 months

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Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Drugs, Anxiety, Panic, Domestic, Introductions, Nightmares, Deja Vu

Words: 2.7K

Chapter Two

(Prev//Next) (@starillusion13 @salfetkablog @youngunknownwitch)

Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“What happens now?”

You were still processing. The secret you had been keeping for years now had finally come to light. You always feared for this day, but now that it’s finally come to pass you weren’t sure what came next.

“Our first priority is identifying the guilty party.” Headmaster Shim stated. “And you will need to assist us with that.”

“I… I don’t know… I never saw any faces…”

“You may not be able to identify faces, but scents are unique.”

“I don’t remember those either…”

“Maybe not consciously, but in your subconscious you know who hurt you.”

“But… but…”

“How exactly are you going to do… whatever this is?” Jisung questioned.

“I have no intention of putting miss y/n in any sort of danger. All that is needed is her sense of smell.”

“And once you identify those assholes? What happens to them?”

“Simple. They’ll be expelled, and it will be noted in their profiles that they were removed from the OCPD training program.”

“I’m sure that’s gonna hurt…”

“It would be quite a stain on their reputation, not to mention the prison time.”

“Prison?” You whispered. “They’ll be arrested?”

“Harming an omega is a serious crime. Perhaps if this was reported initially things would be easier but that’s not the case.” The headmaster took a moment. “Come see me tomorrow after your classes, both of you, and we’ll proceed.”

“Okay…”

Jisung helped you leave the office, keeping you close. Once outside he took you to the nearest bathroom and then you collapsed in his arms.

“… jisung…”

“I got you, it’s okay.” Jisung held you close. “Everything’s okay, the hard part is over.”

“… what did I do…”

“Nothing, you did nothing wrong. It’s okay, you’re okay.”

You and Jisung stayed put for a while until you calmed down. Afterwards you returned to the dorm, and you turned in for the day. You needed rest, especially considering what awaited you the next day. You almost didn’t want to get out of bed but Jisung got you up in the morning. At the end of your last class he was there to meet you. It was obvious you weren’t looking forward to this, but you couldn’t run away. When you got to the office the secretary escorted you elsewhere, to the infirmary. The nurse there gave you something, telling you that it would help relax you. Once the medicine began to kick in you felt dizzy, and Jisung laid you down on the bed. He kept a hold of your hand, assuring you he wasn’t going anywhere.

As the headmaster had told you, even if you didn’t remember much from that day, deep down you knew the truth. A blind fold was placed on you and then different scent marked items were presented to you. They were all the scents of an alpha, but Jisung and the secretary were well aware you had a much worse reaction to a handful of them. You wouldn’t really remember this, so that was for the best. Afterwards you were allowed to stay in the infirmary until you had your senses back. The world was still spinning, but you felt like you had taken some kind of weird nap. You were glad to see Jisung was still with you.

“Jisung… is it over?”

“Yup. You did great.”

For days after that there were whispers around the school over a mass expulsion from the freshmen alpha. Many wondered what had happened, but this wasn’t going to be kept secret. The school had made an announcement on the matter, letting everyone know that the students who were expelled were not fit to be agents, and went against what they were supposed to do. Some still had trouble believing anyone here would ever hurt an omega, but it was something the grounded everyone. With the truth out in the open you did feel this weight off your shoulders, and you felt safer, but there was more to this.

Once you had recovered from the initial ordeal, now it was time for the next step. You had to socialize with an alpha. The set up was simple, like being in a study room, but more private. Of course Jisung joined you, and always would be present for these sessions, but it didn’t make you any less nervous. You had chosen the alpha, but at the end of the day you really didn’t know him much. Now was the time to learn more about him, but you knew it wasn’t going to be an easy process on your end.

“Hello.” Chan entered the room shyly. “It’s nice to see you again. I should properly introduce myself this time. My name is Christopher Bang, but my friends just call me Chan.”

Chan politely held his hand out to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to take it. He didn’t take offense to it, understanding your situation, so he just took a seat.

“I should also apologize for my actions. I didn’t mean to frighten you that day. I thought I was helping, and I’m sorry I didn’t really pay attention and listen to what you needed.”

“… I understand…”

“Why don’t you introduce yourself too.” Jisung suggested. “I already know both of you, and you two are the ones properly meeting today.”

“Right… I… I’m y/n…”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Chan smiled. “I hope we can get along.”

“… yeah… uh… can… can I ask you something?”

“Sure. Go ahead.”

“... why… where… uh…”

“It’s okay, I won’t get upset or anything. Ask whatever you want.”

“… just… tell me about yourself…”

“Ah, well I am an orphan like you. I always liked looking after others, so when I was given the option to become an agent I took it. I’m very sorry about what happened to you.”

“…”

“May I ask something?”

“… yes…”

“Why did you choose me for this? I know I might be better than some stranger, but given how we met I wouldn’t think you’d want anything to do with me.”

“… well… despite what happened, I know you were just trying to help… and that was nice… Jisung also trusts you, and I trust him.”

“I see. I’m glad to hear something good came out of our first encounter.

You had daily sessions, slowly getting to know one another at your own pace and comfort. It got to a point where you brought your assignments, being used to his presence now. Of course Jisung and Chan shared a career, so they had much to talk about, leaving you a bit excluded, but you didn’t mind. You got to hear about what they were studying, and it was quite intriguing. At one point you asked Chan why he wanted to pursue music, and he told you about the messages and emotions it could express. That prompted him to bring over his guitar the next time, playing you some songs and teaching you a few chords.

He took it slow with teaching you. It started with sitting across from you, and slowly inching himself forward. When he was able to stand behind you and guide your hands with his own, he knew you were comfortable with him. Of course he wasn’t gonna bring attention to it or mention it, just moving slowly to continue this progress. He was practically hugging you from behind, and he wasn’t picking up any anxiety. You hadn’t noticed, but you knew that you were comfortable with Chan. You enjoyed these little sessions, but you had no idea that there was more to this.

“Y/n.”

“Hm?”

“I want to congratulate you on making good progress.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You’ve been doing great. You’re not scared of me anymore, are you?”

“No… not really…”

“I can tell, and that’s great.”

“Thank you…”

“Can I hold your hand?”

Chan placed his hand on the table, offering you a kind smile. You glanced over at Jisung who also gave you a smile. You slowly reached over and took Chan’s hand, feeling his warmth.

“See, you’re doing great.”

“… I am…”

“Since you’re doing so well, it’s time we move on to the next step.”

“What?”

You immediately pulled your hand away from Chan, looking over at Jisung, but he seemed to be just as confused as you.

“Next step?” Jisung questioned. “What’s that?”

“Well, y/n’s gotten used to me in this room, but things need to go beyond here. So we’re gonna be moving into a dorm together.”

“What?”

“That’s not a good idea.” You said. “I… I don’t…”

“I know it sounds scary, but it’s gonna be alright. You’re not nervous around me anymore, so we’re just trying to get you to be comfortable with me in a more natural setting.”

“Do… do I have to?”

“It’s the next step, yes, but Jisung will be moving in with us as well.”

“I am?”

“Of course. You and y/n are a package deal.”

“Ah, see, it’s gonna be okay.” Jisung assured. “It’s more like he’s moving in with us, but obviously we need more space. You’re still gonna have your own room and everything, and you’ll still have me there with you.”

“… okay…”

You didn’t like the idea, but you couldn’t just run away. It was gonna take a few days to pack up and move, but Jisung was right there with you every step of the way. The two of you moved into the new dorm first, amazed by how much more space you had now. It was more like a proper apartment building with its own kitchen and dining table, a living room, two bathrooms, and multiple rooms. Jisung let you pick your room first and then choose a room next to yours. Once you had settled, Chan began to move in. You stayed in your room all day when he came, and honestly tried to avoid him at first.

He didn’t complain about your actions. Instead he also tried to keep to himself as much as he could, not wanting his scent to be all over the place. This was your home first and foremost. You appreciated that, and once you were aware it made it easier to be around the dorm. It almost felt like starting again. Chan would always check in if it was okay to be near you, and slowly you did grow more comfortable that he didn’t have to ask. Once that line had been crossed it was easier to just hang out like friends. You even went back to a similar gathering like before. You’d all do assignments together with the TV playing in the background. Now that you were further into the semester, and had Chan as a friend you realized you could ask him something that had been on your mind.

“Chan…”

“Hm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Why does the OCPD exist?”

“Oh… uh…” Chan laughed nervously. “Truth is… I don’t know…”

“… you… you don’t? But you’re gonna be an agent? That doesn’t make sense…”

“Well, I don’t know yet.”

“Yet?”

“Yeah. Us agents have learned about the history of the OCPD but we’re aware that something is missing. The real reason why the department was created.”

“Oh…”

“Whatever it is, it must be serious. We gotta prove that we’re capable of being good agents. So that means a lot of tests and studying before we get to know the truth.”

“That explains why they expelled those other alphas.” Jisung commented. “They didn’t know the big secret yet. I wonder what would have happened if they did…”

“You don’t have to worry about that.” Chan assured. “I’m gonna be a good agent.”

You were a bit sad that Chan couldn’t answer you, but it made the whole situation all the more intriguing. So only the adults, the actual agents and staff knew why the OCPD existed, and none of them were going to tell you anytime soon. Still, at least now you knew you could ask Chan about this when the time came. Until then you could continue going about your days with that reassurance in the back of your mind. By the end of the first semester you could honestly call Chan your friend, and were glad to have him in your life. After exams the three of you stayed up late for a movie night, although you wound up dozing off and falling asleep.

“Jisung…”

“Hm?”

“Sh.”

“Huh?”

“Y/n’s sleeping.”

“Oh…” Jisung looked over at you on the couch. “We should get her to bed.”

“I’ll do it.”

Chan quietly got up, and carefully picked you up in his arms bridal style. You snuggled against him, feeling warm and fuzzy. He looked down at you for a moment, a gentle smile on his face. It was very different to the look of fear he had seen on your face when you first met. He carefully laid you down in bed and tucked you in, watching you for a moment before quietly making his exit. He returned to the living room with Jisung, plopping down on the couch next to him and grabbing some popcorn.

“How is she?”

“What do you mean?” Jisung questioned.

“You’ve known y/n for years, how is she? Now that I’m around.”

“It took her some getting used to, but she seems to be back to her old self. You’re doing great, and she’s happy, so that’s what matters most.”

“I’m glad to hear.”

The two continued with their movie night. Jisung got up to get a refill of popcorn when he noticed a certain scent in the air. At that moment Chan did as well, a bit confused by it.

“What is that?”

“It’s y/n, she’s having a nightmare.”

Jisung ran over to your room with Chan right behind him, although before he could open the door Chan stopped him.

“Ya! We need to wake her up.”

“Does this happen often?”

“Not often, but it’s not unusual.”

“Do you usually just wake her up?”

“Obviously! Now let go!”

“Wait, let me try something different.”

“Huh?”

“Just trust me.”

Jisung stepped back and let Chan go in first. He followed behind, watching as the other carefully crawled onto the bed, pulling you into his arms.

“Sh, sh, it’s okay, everything’s okay.”

Chan gently rocked you, trying to calm your whimpers and squirming. After a moment you seemed to calm down, relaxing into his arms.

“Woah… you did it.”

“Alphas should be able to soothe an omega.”

“Well, good job.”

“Yeah, just one problem.”

“What?”

“She won’t let go.”

“Oh… you could-”

“It’s fine. I’ll stay with her and slip away when I have a chance.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I just hope she doesn’t get mad at me tomorrow.”

“I doubt it, you’re a good alpha.”

“I hope so. You should get some sleep.”

“I know. Good luck then.”

“Good night, Jisung.”

“Night.”

♥♥♥♥♥

You snuggled against your pillow, slowly starting to wake. Although as you regained your senses you realized your pillow wasn’t that soft. You opened your eyes and screamed, moving back and ultimately falling off your bed. Your shouting had woken up Chan, and he groggily sat up on your bed looking around. When his eyes found you he became wide awake. He quickly got off the bed and went to look you over.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?”

Both of you felt a sense of deja vu over the scene. Except this time around you weren’t afraid of him. Instead of panicking you found yourself giggling, making him smile and relax as well. You grabbed his hands, gently playing with them.

“I’m okay.” You assured Chan. “But what are you doing here?”

“You were having a bad dream… I was just trying to help, did you sleep okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I did… it was very nice…”

“That’s good to hear. Although I am sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. The idea was to slip away when you let go, but I fell asleep too…”

“Ah, that explains it. Thanks… you’re doing a good job as an alpha.”

“Am I?”

“You’ll be a good agent.”

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redflagshipwriter · 3 months

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Hi, it's Tim (just Tim) Chapter 4

Masterpost

Tim paid cash for a mid range hotel room. He had to use his ID, so the odds weren't zero that it was eventually going to be found when the hotel registered their current guests. But there was nearly infinite data out there. Not even Barbara could monitor every upload in real time.

Kon was hovering a nervous centimeter off the ground behind him when Tim swiped the door open. He flicked his eyes down pointedly and raised a single eyebrow. Subtle much?

“Thanks,” Kon said, apparently misinterpreting that as an invitation to enter first.

Ah well. Tim walked in second and surveyed the room. They'd been given a two queen setup. He gave the one near the window a disdainful look. Like he'd be caught dead directly under a viable entrance. That was just begging for some dickbag to shoot a bazooka at you, like what happened to that one mask creep a couple weeks back.

Kon plopped down on the bed by the window and posed, crossing one ankle over his knee.

“I thought you were going to get supplies so we can stay in?” Tim said, knowing he was ruining Kon’s attempt at seduction.

Kon stared blankly for a moment and then flipped up in a way a human never could. “That's right. What do we need?”

“Two boxes of poptarts, two pizzas, a pack of bottled coffee- I'll write down my preferred brand.” Tim ripped off the first page of hotel stationery and started scribbling out his list. Hmm. He looked at it and made some changes so that Alfred would be less upset at him. He wrote ‘vegetable’ before pizza and added “bottled water”. Tim looked over his list once more, frowning slightly in concentration. He was hoping to hole up here for 24 hours or until a bat came and dragged him out, whichever came first. Would this be enough food for Kon?

“How much do you eat?”

“Uh-”

“Daily calorie intake?” Tim clarified.

Kon blinked at him. “I eat until I'm not hungry, man.”

Tim sighed. “Make sure to get some things that you like too,” he prompted. He moved over to where Kon was still hovering over the bed and folded the paper into neat quarters. Kon watched curiously as Tim stepped to the edge of the bed and leaned over slightly to tuck the paper into his jacket pocket.

Then he dug his wallet out of his back pocket and did some quick calculations. “Use the blue-green card,” he decided. “PIN is 8516, if you need it. How fast can you fly without a human passenger?”

Kon rattled off numbers.

Tim nodded decisively. “Good. Can you use the card like, two cities over? Make sure to stay off of camera,” he clarified. “So my family doesn't spot you and realize it's not me.”

He took a moment to consider how Bruce would react if he thought Tim was missing and someone else was accessing his money.

Hmm. Tim frowned. “Be really careful to stay off camera,” he amended. He reached around and put his wallet in Kon’s back pocket. “I think that's all.”

He was going to have a hell of a time explaining this and paying for it. Tomorrow.

“Okay,” Kon said, strangled. He was gone in a blink.

Tim took the time to do a proper check of the room for surveillance equipment and any biohazards. It came up clean, or clean enough, considering it was a hotel room. He plugged his phone in on the bedside table without turning it on. It was just a burner but Bruce would check for it eventually. He didn't need to make it easier.

Knock knock

Tim heaved himself up silently and padded to confirm if it was Kon without a key, an assassin, paparazzi, or (worst of all) Dick.

It was Kon. He opened the door.

“Thanks man.” Kon breezed in and started unloading bags at high speed. Tim watched his teammate open up the mini fridge and start packing in coffees. He smiled. Then Kon started putting in vegetable puree style juice. Tim frowned. A bunch of bananas and “What even is that?” Tim complained. “A potato? You brought a potato?”

Kon gave him a piteous look. “It's a mango, Tim.”

Tim crossed his arms. “I don't see why we need it,” he muttered suspiciously. It still looked like a potato. He knew all about potatoes. Maybe Kon just ate raw potatoes like a- like a chicken or something.

“Why…” Kon smiled in disbelief and shook his head a little. “You don't have to eat it. You might like it, though.”

He chose to keep his thoughts on that to himself.

Kon let out a delighted laugh anyway and floated over, dubious potato still in hand. “Don't be so grumpy, baby,” he crooned.

Tim huffed. “I am not grumpy,” he lied. “I am just rightfully suspicious of unidentified produce in my vicinity-”

“I identified it,” Kon pointed out. He leaned down and brushed hair off of Tim’s face. “I promise it's a mango. Let me give you a taste?”

Ugh. Fine.

Kon rightfully took his posture as agreement. He looked under his eyelashes coyly as he peeled some skin off- and okay, that didn't look like a potato. Tim relaxed a little. Kon brought the mango up. Tim leaned towards it but Kon brought it to his own mouth and took a bite, releasing a sweet scent into the air. He swallowed. He put the mango down and crowded into Tim.

Oh. Tim realized where this was going. He smirked up at Kon and trailed his fingers up the bigger boy's biceps. God, they were enormous. When Kon leaned down, Tim lifted his face to match their lips together.

They were soft and- weirdly big. Tim wrapped a hand around Kon’s neck to pull him down more firmly so he could explore the new feeling. Was that how it just felt to kiss someone with bigger lips than yours? He licked the bottom one and dug his fingers into Kon’s scalp. Kon sighed and slid his hot hands around Tim’s back. Fuck. Tim pressed back into them. The one spanned the back of his whole waist and the other was splayed over both of his shoulder blades. Fuck.

Unfortunately, Kon took the movement as asking for an end. He broke the kiss and took a step back, eyes hazy. Tim let his hands drop to his sides. “How was the mango?” He asked, husky.

Tim had to take a moment to process. “I have no idea.” He squeezed his hands into fists. “I didn't notice that at all.”

Kon preened.

Ah. Tim frowned. He should have realized that would fuel Kon’s ego. “Are you hungry?” He checked.

Kon blinked. “No, not really.”

“Good.” Tim fisted the lapels of Kon’s jacket. He pulled in to get Kon off balance– and Kon let him. Tim pushed back. Kon went backwards onto the bed with pure confusion on his face. Tim swallowed a laugh and crawled into Kon’s lap. He knew he was making the smug expression that Stephanie had hated in bed, but Kon didn't seem put off at all. “Can I?”

Kon swallowed. “Y-yeah.”

#timkon #dc fanfic #batman fanfiction #red just tim

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yunjardi · 2 years

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my heart bel♡ngs to daddy [series]

[young sugar daddy jake x fem.reader au]

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[check here for this series's general warnings and playlist]

[‼️chapter warnings‼️: smut [mdni], daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex, reader loses her virginity, oral, fingering, mentions of blood because of it being the reader's first time, swearing, alcohol, rich people slander LOL, mentions of pervy rich people, jake being a fucking tease]

*feel free to lmk if i missed anything

*note: reader wears glasses

*also sorry if there are any errors regarding grammar oops

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chapter 1: business proposal

chapter 2 here

school, bar, home; that's what your life has been for the past however many months it's been since you first acquired your position as a bartender. the bar has basically been your life since you started working there, and you didn't hate it, but that doesn't necessarily mean you loved it either. shifts were often long and strenuous, especially on friday nights in which every rich person in the city wants to drink until they get alcohol poisoning.

working at a "rich peoples' bar" had its benefits though; huge parties meant large amounts of tips even though most of your tip money went into paying rent and school tuition. but hey, it's better than being stuck in the family house you worked so desperately to get out of.

juggling university and your job oftentimes stressed you out and made you wonder if you should choose one over the other, but you never forget to remind yourself that you can't work at the bar forever even if it felt like an easy way out.

"y/n!" yeji, your friend from university and coworker, called out, prompting you to snap out of your thoughts and look in her direction, "i'm heading out now, so do you think you can handle the rest of the night without your favorite coworker?" she joked as you nudged her arm. "oh no, whatever will i do without you?" you said sarcastically, yeji pulling you into a hug afterward. you both laughed as you waved at each other, her waking out the door, holding it open for someone who was coming in as she was leaving.

he approached your section of the bar as you were wiping down its surface, wanting to make sure the expensive marble countertops were kept presentable all throughout the night. a sleazy part of you liked wiping down the counters because it gave you a chance to get more tips by showing your cleavage, and yes, it always worked with the pervy and horny rich men as funny and pathetic as it may sound. the tight, black long sleeve button up paired with a short skirt and a (fake) diamond necklace really makes for a good night money wise. the 'uniform' is arguably what gets you tips in the first place considering that more than 90% of the consumers are greedy rich people. for a seemingly classy bar, the management loves to dress their female employees like hookers.

it took a second for you to realize that you were lost in your thoughts again, aimlessly wiping nothing off the marble countertop. you were so distracted that you looked up to see an extremely handsome young man seated on one of the barstools and had no idea how long he'd been waiting there just staring at the drink menu. "o-oh, i'm so sorry, what can i get for you?" you asked shyly as you folded the rag you were using and pushed it to the side. he chuckled lightly at your embarrassed expression and body language before responding. "just a glass of armand de brignac ace of spades brut rosé," he said nonchalantly as he pointed at the pretty pink bottle with a smirk as if ordering a $500 champagne was normal.

you turned around to fetch a crystal wine glass and couldn't help but turn red because of how fucking sexy this guy was. you almost didn't trust yourself to pour this expensive alcohol because of how sweaty your hands were, but you shook it off and quickly placed the wine glass on the table, pushing it toward him. "let me know if you want to order anything else," you smiled, trying to keep your eyes off of him, knowing that you wouldn't be able to look away if you were to spare even the tiniest glance at him.

"thank you, beautiful," he said, taking a sip of his expensive champagne. his comment caused you to promptly snap your head up at him, wondering if he was actually serious or if he was just another flirty (and possibly horny) rich guy. "why, thank you," you flirted back subtly, slightly leaning against the counter on your elbows, hoping to get a few tips. he let out a gentle chuckle as he reached one of his veiny hands out toward your neck to take a hold of your necklace. you blushed in surprise at this touch but didn't pull away.

"such a shame," he sighed as he admired your chest area in a somehow amorous and non perverted manner, "a beautiful woman like you should have real diamonds resting against her pretty skin..." his voice trailed off as he let go of your necklace.

man, he really indirectly pointed out how broke you are, and also how the fuck could he tell these diamonds were fake with his naked eye? rich people surprise you every time.

you couldn't tell if the reason you were blushing was because of the fact that his hands were dangerously close to your neck and chest or if you were embarrassed at the fact that you couldn't afford a real diamond necklace. you were at a loss for words for a hot minute as you looked down at your necklace that seemed to sparkle less now that he pointed out how it isn't genuine.

"i'm sorry... just thinking out loud," he sighed as he looked you in your eyes, making your breathing hitch for a second. "oh, n-no you're fine," you responded, trying to laugh it off, "would you like anything else? a refill maybe?" you said as you looked down at his almost-empty wine glass.

"well," he started as he shifted in the barstool, now resting one of his elbows upon the counter, "i would like to buy you a real diamond necklace, but if we're talking in terms of me wanting anything else from the bar, i think i'm fine for now." he smirked and took another sip of his drink. god, he was such a tease, but you didn't mind because he was so unbelievably attractive.

"you're so sweet," you laughed shyly as you tried to hide your face, "but you seem a bit tipsy, so make sure to be safe out there when you head out." a fake pout formed on his face as he looked at you again. "trying to get rid of me already? i promise i'm not drunk, beautiful," he chuckled as his eyes traveled down to the sparkling crystal wine glass that was now empty. you'd be lying if you said that you weren't on the brink of kissing him because of his smooth comments, but you had to remind yourself that these situations are normal at the rich people bars; they flirt, you fall for them, they take you home, you fall harder, they leave because you meant nothing to them in the first place.

'never get attached to rich people' was always your golden rule, but you weren't thinking rationally in this particular moment. you were only thinking about him; a rich man whose name you didn't even know yet, and you couldn't help but mentally sigh at the fact that he could never be yours.

"what's on your mind, hm? you look lost in thought," he said, his thick accent music to your ears. you immediately snap out of your thoughts for the nth time tonight, turning red at the fact that you were so obviously disconnected from the situation. "o-oh, it's nothing," you stuttered embarrassingly, "just a little tired; long night, you know?" you lied even though you knew that he could see right through you like you were a piece of glass.

"is that so?" he smirked then let out a sigh, "i would love to keep talking." you pushed your glasses up and glanced at the clock. it's only half past ten, what's the harm staying for a little longer.

"i'll stay if you stay with me," you said in a mildly seductive tone as you leaned forward onto the counter, again, hoping to make a few tips. "what made you think that i planned to leave?" he asked, leaning in closer and making you visibly flustered. he smirked, fully aware of the effect he has on you.

"get yourself something to drink. it's on me," he said as he pulled out a black card, your eyes widening at the sight of it. god, he made you feel like a peasant. "b-but everything here is so expensive, a-and i'd hate for you to spend that kind of money on me-"

"don't worry about it, princess. i only spend by the thousand, so get anything that your heart desires."

his confidence made a knot form in your stomach. oh, how the tables have turned; now you're the horny one.

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you didn't get blackout drunk so-to-say, but you drank enough alcohol to have a headache when you woke up the next morning, and it took you more than just a few minutes to remember what the hell happened last night. you then realized that you never even asked that guy what his name was and immediately felt like a fucking idiot.

thank god it was your day off because you may have had to call in sick because of the pounding headache that you were suffering-

bzzz...bzzz...bzzz

you groaned as you turned to check who was calling you, and to your surprise, it was yeji. as you hit 'answer,' you hoped she wasn't calling because of short staff at work.

"hey, y/n! sorry if i'm waking you up, even though it's 3PM," she joked as you groaned and sat up, "there's someone here who just asked for you. uhhh, he has dyed blond hair, average height, and he's veryyyy handsome. he's seated at your section of the bar waiting for you if you want to head over and see what he wants, but i can tell him that it's your day off if you want me to-"

"i'll be right over!"

you quickly hung up the phone and jumped out of bed to get ready. you sobered up so quickly that it could've been a world record. after taking shower so quick that it could've also been a world record, you got dressed in a cute but classy outfit that showed just enough skin to tease him then dashed out the door.

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you took a deep breath before opening the fancy double doors to get inside the bar, immediately looking over to your side of the bar to see him sitting there patiently waiting for you to show up. you tried your best to casually walk over to your section of the bar but before you could get any closer, yeji spotted you and excitedly ran in your direction, engulfing you in a hug. she let go of you to turn your head to the side with both of her hands, "you see him?!" she exclaimed, quickly prompting you to slap your hand over her mouth. "shush, yej! he has ears, you know!" you whisper-yelled as you both slowly walked over to that side of the bar. as soon as you were close enough to him, yeji gave you a stern pat on the shoulder and rushed back over to the other side of the bar.

"so," you said flirtatiously as you put your hand on one of his broad shoulders, "i heard you were looking for me." your touch startled him, causing his shoulder to tense up, but he quickly calmed down after he realized it was you. "well, you heard right," he said, his signature smirk forming on his face. you smirked back, looking into his pretty brown eyes and trying to exude the same confidence that he was even though you were nervous out of your pants.

"you didn't even know who to request seeing as you don't even know my name," you teased as you sat on the stool next to him. "and yet, here you are, miss?" he asked, somehow coming off more confident than you even though he was literally asking a question. "y/l/n y/n" you chuckled, "and you?"

"jake, jake sim, sim jaeyun. depends who you ask," he said with a hint of sarcasm as held his hand out for you to shake it as if you two were meeting for the first time. you rolled your eyes playfully as you leaned in closer to him. "so, what business do you have with me, jake?" you asked teasingly as you placed your hand on his warm forearm, flustering him. "hmm, i don't know," he said as he put his free hand on top of yours, "maybe we could go out? after all, it is your day off." you looked at him with slight disbelief, not expecting him to ask you to go out with him. "so, like a date?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "it's whatever you want it to be, princess," he smirked as he stood up, holding his hand out to help you off the high barstool.

"have fun, guys!" yeji yelled from across the bar as if she'd been watching us the whole time (which she probably was). jake smiled sheepishly as waved back at her, his other hand holding yours as you left the bar together.

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you sat nervously in the passenger's seat of his fancy car, not knowing what to expect out of this little "date" that you two were about to go on. "so, where are we going, jake?" you ask casually, glancing at his perfect side profile. "we're gonna head further into gangnam's shopping centers. i did say i wanted to get you some real diamonds, right?" your eyes widened in a mixture of shock and surprise.

"y-you're kidding, right?" you laughed sheepishly, but he shook his head, shocking you even further. "nope. we're getting you a pretty little necklace," he said nonchalantly as he parked the car and unbuckled his seatbelt, quickly getting out of the car to open the door for you. handsome and a gentleman? score.

you took jake's hand as he led you into a jewelry store that you never even imagined walking into, let alone buying anything from. your eyes lit up at the immense sparking of diamonds in every corner of the establishment. jake seemed to notice your astonishment and giggled at your cute mannerisms. "go ahead and look around, beautiful," jake politely urged, "your only parameter is that it has to be one thousand or over; i only spend by the thousand, remember?" he smirked as he lifted your chin up with his index finger. you nodded and your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as jake moved his finger away from your face.

you were completely clueless on how to even begin navigating this jewelry store, so you looked up at jake for a bit of guidance. "you're so cute," he cooed as he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you close as he walked you toward one of the huge glass cases of diamond jewelry, "no need to be nervous, y/n." you smiled shyly as you felt the warmth of his arm against your waist. the glass cases were lined with dark red velvet that complimented the shine of the gold and diamonds that rested upon its surface.

after awhile of looking closely at a few necklaces, you finally found a piece that caught your eye. jake noticed the way you gazed at it through the jewelry case and immediately asked an employee to take it out for you. "here," jake said as he gently moved your hair onto your shoulder, clasping the necklace before moving your hair back to its original position, "it looks beautiful on you, princess." you blushed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the diamond necklace resting against your skin. "do you like this one?" the employee asked the two of you, looking from you to jake, looking visibly flustered at how attractive jake was. you looked at jake and nodded. he smiled as he unclasped the necklace and handed it back over to the employee. "we'll take it," jake said as he held you close.

"your total comes out to ₩1,897,267.50," the employee said casually as she took jake's black card and swiped it on the pin pad, handing it back to him once the transaction was completed. the price was enough to make you nauseous.

"i told you that real diamonds would look beautiful around your neck," jake said as he gently caressed the necklace that laid against your soft skin, causing goosebumps to run down your body, "but you wanna know what would look even better around your neck?" he asked as you looked deeply into his eyes, nodding for him to continue. "my hand," he said as he leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his as your heartbeat rises to a level you didn't know existed.

"what are you implying, hm?" you teased, "show me, jake."

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a simple car make out session turned into you two stumbling into his house, no, sorry, his mansion, bursting into his huge bedroom, and throwing yourselves down on his king size bed.

"god, you're fucking hot," you breathed out as you toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt. he chuckled and smirked and began to kiss down your neck and shoulders, making your whole body flutter with anticipation.

anticipation because you'd never done anything like this before; you were a virgin.

"jake wait," you said softly as you played with his smooth hair, making him stop immediately to make sure he wasn't breaking any of your boundaries, "i, um, i've never done this before." your face turning red in embarrassment from having admitted that you were a virgin.

"we can stop if you want to-" jake started before you smashed your lips against his, another make out session beginning soon after. "who told you that i wanted to stop?" you asked as you teasingly brushed your fingertips against his cheek. "we'll take it slow, okay? i promise i'll make you feel good, princess."

slowly, you let him take your shirt and bottoms off, leaving you only in your matching black bra and panties. "such a pretty little body," jake breathed out as he ran his hands down your exposed skin, "you're all mine." you bit your lip and nodded as you toyed with his belt, eventually taking it off along with his pants, moaning at the sight of how hard he was.

he took the diamond necklace off your neck and placed it on his bedside table. "the only thing around your neck is gonna be my hand, isn't that right?" he asked as he positioned himself against the headboard of his bed, motioning for you to sit between his legs. "mhm, jakey," you responded as you cozied your back against his chest. "already such a good girl," he smirked against the back of your head as he planted a kiss on your neck, "let me show you what good girls deserve." slowly, he slid your panties down your legs, teasing your inner thighs in the process, causing you to shiver.

"let me know if it's too much, okay?" jake said as he began to inch his hand closer and closer to your wet entrance until he eventually brought his fingers to your clit. you gasped at the contact as he began to rub circles around it, putting one of his fingers inside you slowly and beginning to pump it in and out of you. "f-feels good," you moaned out softly as you gripped onto one of his muscular thighs. "yeah? feels good? you're so tight, princess. you might have a little trouble taking my cock," he teased as he began to finger you at a faster pace. you whined out for him, begging him to put another finger in. "please, jakey?" you asked softly, your legs trembling desperately. "how could i say no to such a good girl?" jake cooed as he inserted another finger, moaning at the way your walls squeezed both his ring and middle finger.

lewd moans and noises escaped your lips as jake continued to finger you, moving his free hand up to your boobs, grabbing and caressing them as he pleased you.

"w-wanna cum so bad," you whimpered as jake slowed his fingers down, pulling them out of you. "not yet, princess," jake said sternly as he moved you aside to pull his retraining boxers down, revealing his hard length. your eyes lit up innocently at the sight of his member as jake chuckled, pumping himself a few times to tease you.

"c-can i touch?" you asked softly as you leaned even closer to him. "i would love you to, beautiful, but tonight is about you. you can touch daddy next time, i promise." he said, proceeding to plant a kiss on your soft lips. "now spread your legs for me, sweetheart," jake said softly yet sternly. you followed his orders, leaning against a pillow and spreading your legs for him. he brought his head down between your legs and dragged his tongue up and down your helplessly dripping warmth without warning, causing you to whine and gasp and the new feeling as jake continued to work his tongue around your pussy.

"jakey," you whined out, biting your lip, "so good. please don't stop." you felt him smirk against your warmth, proceeding to suck on your clit as he held onto your thighs for stability even though they weren't much help considering how much they were trembling. he took mental notes of the way your body reacted to the different things that he did to you, making sure that he pleased you as much as possible.

jake looked up, wiping your excess arousal off of his lips then lining himself up with your mildly overstimulated entrance. "tell me if it hurts, okay, baby? it'll feel good after a little while." jake reassured as he teased your entrance with his tip that leaked precum. you nodded as you let jake push your thighs down onto the bed, eventually pushing a few inches of himself inside your tight entrance. you flinched at the feeling, but jake was quick to offer you his hand to hold, which you gladly accepted. "god, you're so fucking tight," jake groaned out, "i'm so lucky to be the first person who gets to feel you." you whined and nodded. "a-all for you. i'm all daddy's." he smirked against your neck before sucking on a soft section of skin. "yeah, that's right."

soon, he began to slowly move himself in and out of you gently, letting you adjust to his size. "jake, m-more please," you begged quietly as you looked into his eyes. he bit his lip as he began to pick up the pace, causing his head to fall into the crook of your neck as he groaned at the way your walls violently clenched around his cock.

"fuck, can we switch positions, baby?" jake whispered into your ear, "i want to see that pretty ass bounce against my cock." you nodded as jake got off of you. "ass up, face down, princess," he commanded to which you naturally obeyed, nestling your cheek into the sheets as you arched your back, inviting him to destroy you. "please hurry," you begged, "w-wanna feel you." jake scoffed as he landed a harsh spank on your ass, riling you up even more. "it's your first time and you're already so needy," jake tsked as he shoved himself back inside you, making you moan at the sudden wave of pleasure.

jake spanked your ass harshly as he pounded into you, your helpless moans and mewls fueling his desire to please you. "jake! so good," you moaned out as you gripped onto the bedsheets. "mhm? daddy making you feel good?" jake asked amorously as he pulled you up so that your back rested against his sweaty chest. "s-so good, jakey," you moaned softly, his thrusts becoming slower as he rubbed your clit, aiding you in reaching your high.

you practically melted into his hands as you felt your cum run down his veiny member, moaning out his name as he left hickeys on your neck. he slowly lowered your body back down onto the bed to begin ramming himself into you again, making you cry out as he praised you for being such a good toy. "already such a slut and it's only your first time," jake breathed out as his strokes became less uniform and more sloppy. "where do you want daddy's cum, princess?" he asked as he tugged your hair. "i-inside me, please," you moaned softly as jake pulled out of you and laid you down on your back, wanting to look into your eyes while he released his seed inside you.

you let him continue littering your neck with bites and hickeys as you clawed into his back, moaning uncontrollably at the amount of pleasure being delivered to your body from his. "jakey," you moaned out as his thrusts became stronger, chasing his high as your walls squeezed his hard cock. the sight of his sweaty, toned abs were enough for you to cum all over him again.

"god, you feel so fucking good," jake growled into your ear as his seed coated your tight walls, "next time, we'll go harder, how does that sound, princess?" he asked, you nodding as he kissed your jaw in a caring manner.

next time, you thought. those two words circulated through your mind.

you both collapsed onto his now unmade bed, panting and sweating but also sharing a few laughs and soft kisses. jake slid his hand between your thighs, bringing his big hand toward your now sore entrance as he planted a kiss on your cheek. "aw, i'm sorry, princess," jake said sweetly, "sorry i made you bleed; it happens when it's your first time, but i promise you'll feel better soon." you smiled shyly into his collarbone. his words struck a soft spot in your heart. it felt almost... intimate.

"so," jake started, breaking the awkward silence before it could fully set in, "dinner?"

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as if you hadn't gotten enough of the 'rich life' experience today, jake surprised you once again by taking you to a nauseatingly expensive restaurant that you never thought you'd set foot into. a typical white tablecloth was draped around a single round table that was decorated with pretty rose petals and a tea light; super cliché and predictable of a fancy restaurant, but still romantic nonetheless.

"jake?" you asked, prompting him to look up from the menu that you were sure he's seen more than a million times, "has anyone ever told you how sweet you are?" he bit his lip shyly and looked down at the table again. "shhh, you're making me blush, y/n," jake whined as his puppy dog eyes glimmered in the dim lights. "what? i'm serious," you giggled as he put his hand on the nape of his neck, getting shy again. wanting to keep up the whole confident act, you pulled out your phone and took a candid photo of him looking all shy, giggling at the photo you got as a result.

"hey!" he whined again, "two can play that game." jake pulled his phone out of his pocket and snapped a picture of you in return, making you cover your face shyly as he teased you for being cute. "see," jake said as he showed the picture to you, "now i have a cute little contact photo for you." you swatted at him playfully as he let out soft laughs, trying not to make the two of you look like idiots inside this fancy restaurant.

you were on your phone deciding what his name should be on your phone, and you hoped you weren't the only one overthinking it. you went from

jake sim

jake

jake :)

jake... your fingers lingered over your keyboard before ultimately deciding on

jake🤍

was the heart emoji too intense? maybe. but did you care? no.

little did you know, jake was on the other side of the table having the same dilemma.

y/n y/l/n

no, that's too formal

y/n

no, that's too generic

y/n :)

no, that seems a little creepy

y/n 💕

he was unsure at first, but ultimately decided that he was going to keep it like that.

"y/n?" jake asked, probably noticing how unnecessarily focused you were on your phone. "oh, yeah," you smiled sheepishly as you looked up from your phone, "sorry about that." he smiled shyly at you as you took a sip of water from a fancy wine glass.

"hey," jake started, "do you mind if i ask you a question? well, it's more of a proposal; a "business proposal" if you will." he said with air quotes. you cocked your head to the side in confusion but nodded for him to continue.

"have you every had a sugar daddy before?"

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a/n: HI GANG SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG LOL MY BRAIN IS ALL KINDS OF FRIED but no fr i want to make these chapters long and plentiful for you guys so no one has to foam at the mouth waiting too long for what's gonna happen next

but anyway, thank you guys for supporting this series and my page in general, you jake whores <3

-jake whore jardi

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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Ooh, for your kink prompts ask game, could I please request cockwarming (#33) with Rohan and a female reader? 😽

FINALLY a Rohan ask- I love that fucking weirdo so much.

Also this is too long and they will not all be this long but no one ever asks me for JoJo stuff so I got carried away lmao

Rohan (JJBA) x fem/afab Reader

Kink prompt list #33 - cockwarming

NSFW 18+ V

Your face burns warm as you nuzzle into the crook of Rohan's neck, shifting awkwardly on his lap as he works, yet he hardly pays you any mind. One hand rests forgotten at your upper thigh while his other is busy drafting the next chapter of his manga, moving with awe-inspiring precision. You know his dedication to his craft to be unwavering, but you're still shocked and impressed at the extent of his unshakeable focus. Even as his thick, hardened cock fills you, grinding into your clinging inner walls when you move even an inch, he hardly takes his eyes from the page before him.

"Rohan... please..." you softly whine, clinging to the front of his clothes. Your cunt squeezes around him, your overflowing arousal dripping down his shaft. He sighs.

"Getting impatient already?" his gaze never falters, lines flowing from his pen like practiced formulae as he speaks, "If I remember, you were the one who insisted on disrupting my work to begin with."

It is true enough that you'd hoped to tempt him away from his drafting desk for a little while. You hadn't anticipated that he'd instead pull you onto his lap then and there.

"But... this is too-"

"Too much?" he scoffs, and finally deigns to set down his pen. Turning his arresting gaze on you, his hand at your chin forces you to face him. "Do you even realize how many would beg for the opportunity to serve the great Kishibe Rohan like this?" the curl at the corner of his lips makes it seem like a joke, but you know he's at least partially serious. A single elegant finger traces the curve of your bottom lip, and his voice lowers, "You should be grateful I haven't decided to use Heaven's Door to keep you still, with all that pathetic squirming you've been doing."

Your eyes dart to the side, but your lower body clenches and clings around his length at the idea- and you know he notices. His eyes darken, his slanted grin widens.

"Oh, is that what you want? You should have just said so- I could have done without all of this distraction."

With that, Rohan activates his stand, the front of your chest opening into written pages before him. The momentary discomfort still causes you to shift a little, grinding his cock into you even deeper, but you've become somewhat accustomed to Heaven's Door by now. Heart pounding with anticipation, you watch as he writes on your pages,

Y/N cannot voluntarily move her body below the waist.

You think he's done at first, then he adds,

Y/N experiences an intense sexual climax when commanded by Kishibe Rohan, and only when commanded.

You part your lips to speak, but Rohan closes the pages, watching them fold back into your body before meeting your eyes once more.

"There. Now we can manage your needs as I work. Aren't you grateful, Y/N?" he urges you closer to him, nearing until his lips brush yours as he speaks, "You must feel so lucky to be with someone who can satisfy you like I can."

You lean in, anticipating his kiss, but it never comes. Instead, he's already returning to his work, eyes turned to the clean sheet of paper at his desk. You pout uselessly at him, and mutter,

"You're incredibly cruel..."

He makes no reply at first, but levels his gaze on you once more. Then, his words low and deliberate, he says,

"Cum for me, Y/N."

You hardly have a moment to consider your fate before hot, urgent pleasure explodes at your center. Panting and whimpering, you paw at your lover's chest as you cum hard around his cock, your pussy gushing with arousal, your clit aching and quivering. Without control of your lower body, you're simply made to endure relentless ecstasy, and the way Rohan's member throbs in response. Yet through your blissful haze, even as your head tilts back and your vision blurs, you finally hear it- his soft but earnest groan of pleasure.

He must realize how unsteady you are in the wake of your sudden climax, as he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you forward to his chest. The tenderness of the gesture catches you off guard, but perhaps these bizarre contradictions are what you've always adored about Rohan. As he returns fully to his work at last, you nestle against him and resolve not to interrupt him again. At least, not until the next time the delicious pressure of his cock buried deep inside of you makes you beg to cum.

#kishibe rohan #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba #jojo part 4 #rohan jjba #rohan x reader #kink prompt #not sfw #jjba x reader #jjba smut #rohan

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eirenical · 4 months

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For the "Character-centric stories in 1k or less" prompt:

Di Feisheng and "what would happen to a houseplant in his care" (but obviously caring for any herb or vegetable Li Lianhua has planted is fair game!)

:D Thanks!

@bbcphile you have NO idea what you started this afternoon. XD I am so glad you shared that cracktastic plot bunny with me, because it rooted itself in my brain and wouldn't let go, so I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RESULT. XD

This clocked in at 2,365 words when all was said and done, so I just chucked it directly onto AO3.

...also because I'm seriously considering coming back and playing with this 'verse some more. XD

Enjoy? ^_^

From the Mud of Adversity (2365 words) by eirenical Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 莲花楼 | Mysterious Lotus Casebook (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Di Feisheng/Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Di Feisheng & Wuyan Characters: Di Feisheng, Li Lianhua | Li Xiangyi, Wuyan (Mysterious Lotus Casebook), Monk Wuliao Additional Tags: brief appearance by - Freeform, Fang Duobing - Freeform, Crack Treated Seriously, ...mostly, Transformation, Lotus flowers, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Donghai Battle

Summary:

A single lotus flower lay in the sand, its red-tipped white petals half-buried, its broad green leaves wilted and mangled, its stem twisted upon itself and nearly broken. The pull of gravity on his body now that he had stopped was too much, and Di Feisheng folded slowly to his knees beside the ruined lotus. His thoughts drifted as he laid back down beside it, gently freeing its petals from the sand as he fought to keep himself awake. What a pair we must make, little lotus. Each broken and bleeding and far from where we belong… It was certainly his imagination, a hallucination brought on by encroaching fever or the sun beginning to beat down from overhead, but he'd have given almost anything if the grumpy voice he thought he heard in response had been real. ~Speak for yourself, Di-mengzhu. I'll be on my feet again before you know it.

#mysterious lotus casebook #di feisheng #li lianhua #li xiangyi #feihua #dihua #di feisheng x li lianhua #wuyan #eirenical.fic #1000 words or less meme #...failed at that one i guess #XD #writing meme answers #rating: g #crack treated seriously

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rose-sophia-isabella-rogers · 4 months

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A Steel That Went Through Hottest Fire: Chapter X - Red as a Ruby

Chapter Summary: You see Genya for the first time since she's tried to escape. It causes you to argue again with Aleksander, which leads to a surprising revelation. Kirigan has another one after he finally confronts Alina after the events in the Fold. What else? Oh, you find a lead on a cure for the Darkling.

Pairing: Aleksander Kirigan/Reader, Ivan/Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov/Mal Oretsev

Characters: Aleksander Kirigan, Reader, Ivan, Fruzsi, Genya, Baghra, Vladim Gulav, Fedyor Kaminsky, Alina Starkov, Mal Oretsev

Word Count: 4144

A/N: This chapter contains some plot and dialogues from episodes four, five and six of season two. Inspired by prompts: https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089794820/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089794836/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089794968/ https://pl.pinterest.com/pin/207306389089798500/

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After changing into fresh clothes, you hurry to the workshop. You try not to think about what happened last night. Because while you're happy with what happened, the fact Aleksander didn't say he loves you is worrying you. You can't get it out of your mind.

You enter the workshop and immediately feel a ping in your heart. Not seeing David here pains you. Now it's just Vladim here, Baghra and-

Morozova's journal falls from your hands and hits the floor with a thud. You stare at Genya in a cage with shock. You walk slowly toward her. She's sitting on the floor, chained, so she has to raise her head to look you in the eyes. You barely manage not to gasp at her face. It's covered with scars. Black scars. Same as the ones on your back. But since there are no Volcras here…

'This is how he treats those that were loyal to him,' Baghra speaks up. 'Do you think he would treat you any different if you were in her place?'

Genya looks down. Ashamed. She's ashamed. Because she-

Your look hardens. The cages hiss. Baghra and Genya have to move away from them because they become hot to the touch. They look at you with surprise.

'Excuse me,' you say, turn on your heel and march away. A moment later you burst into Aleksander's room. Besides him Fruzsi, Ivan and a few others are here. They all look at you.

'Get out,' you say harshly. Grisha take one look at your face and hurry away. Kirigan raises his eyebrows at that.

'Is everyone more afraid of you than me now?' he asks and looks at a report in his hands.

'For some reason they believe I'm your second in command,' you explain. Aleksander smiles slightly.

'I'm glad I didn't have to spell it out for them,' he says. 'Now, what brings you here?'

'Genya,' you spat. Kirigan freezes. He sighs after a second.

'What about her?' he asks. You look at him with disbelief.

'What did you do to her?' you ask.

'I didn't do anything to her,' Aleksander denies. You grit your teeth. You have enough of his half-truths.

'Let me rephrase it,' you say. 'What did your nichevo'ya did on your order?'

'Stopped her from running away,' Aleksander answers. You scoff.

'You hurt her,' you say. 'And she- Why? Why, Aleksander?'

'She's a traitor and a useful lesson for others who might consider crossing me,' Kirigan answers, finally looking up at you. He stares at you calmly. You shake your head.

'She served you loyally since she was a child, endured years of abuse on your orders, and you reduce her… to an example?' you ask.

'What else was I supposed to do?' Kirigan asks, narrowing his eyes. 'Let her go?'

'Yes,' you answer after a minute. 'After everything she's done for you, you should have let her go.'

'So she could join our enemies and tell them our secrets?' General scoffs. 'I don't think so.'

'Then you shouldn't have hurt her like this at least! You can't lead by fear alone, Aleksander. You used to know that. You inspired other Grisha. Helped them. Cared for them. And now? I'm not surprised Genya and David wanted to leave. They didn't see the kind of man they used to admire. And what you did to Genya proves they were right.'

'Maybe this is who I'm really am. Did you think of that?'

'No, it's not. I know it's not. It's a part of you, yes. But the man we used to know is still inside you. Just buried. You have to bring him to the surface. For all our sakes. And you can start with releasing Genya. And Baghra. Let them go. Show everyone you're still that compassionate man.'

'And made them think I'm weak? I think not.'

He stares at you coldly. But his fists are clenched. He's as much angry as you are. You glare at each other for a moment.

'Then maybe I should do it,' you finally say and turn on your heel.

'[Y/N], don't you dare!' Aleksander says and rushes after you. He grabs your elbow… and suddenly nichevo springs between you two, forcing him to back away in fright. You both stare with shock at the creature that is growling at Kirigan and hovering over him.

It hits you after a minute. General created it to save you from Volcras. To keep you safe. And while he is their creator and they're bound to protect him… their primary objective is still to save you. Even from Kirigan himself.

For a moment you feel the power you've gained from it. You could do so much with nichevo'ya at your command. And judging by the terrified look Aleksander gives you, he's well aware of it as well. It causes you to let go of that thought. Of power.

'I'm going to free them and let them go,' you say quietly but sternly. 'End of discussion.'

You turn and march away. Nichevo disappears. Kirigan touches his chest, terrified about what it means.

You enter the workshop a few minutes later. Vladim is not here. Good, because you don't want to explain this to him. You simply march to the cages and open them with your powers. Two women stare at you in shock, which only becomes bigger after you release them from their bonds.

'He… he's letting us go?' Genya asks with disbelief. You look at her.

'I am,' you correct her and take a step back. 'Now go. Quickly.'

Baghra and Genya hesitantly leave their cages. Once out, the Tailor throws her arms around your neck and hugs you. You embrace her back.

'Come with us,' she whispers in your ear. 'Run away with us.'

'I can't,' you answer softly. You pull away.

'He will hurt you for this,' Genya says. You smile slightly.

'He can't,' you deny. Women frown at you. You motion at the door.

'Go,' you hurry them. The Tailor walks to the door. Baghra looks at you sadly.

'He doesn't deserve your loyalty,' she says.

'Maybe not,' you agree. 'But he's all I have. I have… no one.'

Baghra shakes her head at you. She squeezes your hand and follows Genya.

'Thank you,' the Tailor says at the door. You nod at her and you watch the two women disappear. You hug yourself and sigh. You can't help but wonder… have you just made a mistake?

You're working at the workshop. Only Vladim is here with you. He keeps sending you nervous glances. What you've done is already being discussed around the mansion. Yet no one dares to confront you about it.

At some point, Aleksander enters the room. He stares at you but you don't even look up from Morozova's journal. He puts his hands behind his back.

'Leave us,' he orders Vladim, his voice emotionless. The Alkemi wastes no time and hurries out of the room, not keen to be in the middle of it. But he joins others who are listening in outside the door.

Kirigan walks slowly toward you. You still ignore him. Even when he's right in front of you. It's funny. That's exactly how you met. He was standing in front of your table and you were ignoring him. Only then Fedyor was with him as well. You feel a ping of sadness. You have no idea where the Heartrender is. It is even more painful for Ivan, of course.

'When we first met, I had no idea you would be this important to me,' Aleksander, who's also been thinking about your first meeting, says. The words cause you to look up in surprise. You two just argued and he says that? He smiles slightly, satisfied to get your attention.

'Which is why I hate to be at odds with you,' he adds. You eye him warily. You sigh after a moment and look away.

'I hate it, too,' you agree. 'And I… I'd go into the fire for you. For the last weeks I've crossed the line of my morality. But what you did to Genya, who's been so loyal to you and tried to leave because she couldn't cross the line… that was too much for me.'

'I understand that,' Kirigan says, nodding. 'You've already done so many things against your beliefs. I appreciate that. And I'm sorry you have to do this. But… you were right about Genya. I shouldn't have done that to her. Not after all she's suffered for me.'

You look at him, baffled. You don't think he's ever admitted to be wrong. And with what!

'You've always been my peace,' Aleksander says, caressing your cheek. 'Every decision I make after talking about it with you is a right one. And now… I'm falling more and more into the darkness inside me. You're the one who's pulling me away, reminding me who I really am.'

He presses his forehead to yours and closes his eyes. After a second of surprise, you close yours as well, relaxing.

'You are the part of me that I will always need,' Kirigan whispers, his voice a bit shaky. 'And after our argument… I was afraid you may have enough. And leave me. I don't know what would happen to me if you left.'

'Good think I'm not planning to go, then,' you say and cup his face, both of you opening your eyes. 'I promise to always be by your side. Or under you. Or on top.'

Aleksander laughs. You grin. You love to make him do that so much.

'I'd love to test that now,' he murmurs, leaning to your face. 'But I'm afraid it would be too much to everyone outside the door.'

'Yes, that's true,' you agree. 'Can I get a kiss, though?'

Instead of answering, he cups your face and kisses you. You sigh and answer the kiss hungrily. Saints, how you adore kissing him. It was so worth the wait. But it ends much too soon to your disappointment.

'I should go,' Aleksander whispers. 'Before I'll have you on that table.'

'I wouldn't mind,' you assure him. Kirigan looks at you darkly and forces himself to pull away.

'Maybe another time,' he promises and clears his throat. 'So… we're good.'

You nod. He smiles at you, relieved, and kisses you one last time. Then, he turns and leaves. Everyone outside pretends they've been just walking past. When Aleksander leaves, they look inside and are relieved to see you smiling.

Some time later, you get a wonderful news. Thanks to Prince Vasily inviting his 'noble' friends to an engagement party of his brother, Nikolay, and Alina (something you believe to be a sham), you now know where they all are hiding.

You're to stay behind. You want to go, but Ivan and Aleksander convince you that while you can protect yourself and they wouldn't have survived without you in the Fold, you're still not much of a fighter. Seeing their point, you agree to wait, albeit nervously.

You're relieved when they finally come back. But Kirigan just stops to briefly to kiss your cheek as a greeting, and shuts himself in his room. You look at Ivan with raised eyebrows.

'I take not everything went as he wanted?' you guess.

'We did manage to kill the King and Prince Vasily,' Ivan answers, causing you to look at him with wide eyes. 'But Prince Nikolay, Starkov and others have escaped. But there's also other small success.'

Just then a familiar face joins you from outside. You brighten up.

'Fedyor!' you say and crash your friend in a hug. He chuckles and embraces you back.

'It's good to see you alive and well, too, [Y/N],' he says and pulls away. You frown, seeing a hint of sadness and fear in his eyes.

'You weren't a prisoner, were you?' you ask quietly. Fedyor shakes his head slightly and glances at Ivan. You understand. Like you, he's here for the person he loves. You share a knowing look.

'[Y/N],' Fruzsi says, joining you. 'I'd like to give report to General.'

'You don't need my permission for it,' you say, puzzled. Ivan sighs.

'You're second in command, meaning you should be there as well,' he explains.

'Oh! Right, let's go,' you say and turn to the door. You knock on it.

'General,' Fruzsi calls.

'What?' you hear a sharp response. You two exchange a look and enter with two Heartrenders.

'Our scouts found no sign of the Sun Summoner, nor Prince Nikolai's group,' Fruzsi reports.

'So keep looking,' Aleksander says, not turning to you. He pours himself a drink. The four of you exchange a look.

'Sir, we've nearly rid Ravka of the Royal line and have Prince Nikolai on the run,' Ivan says. 'We'd diminish him further by shifting our efforts towards dismantling what is left of the First Army and their encampments.'

'It would be the more strategic move,' Fedyor agrees.

'Except that the Little Prince and his caravan are with my Sun Summoner,' Kirigan says, finally turning to you, and you hear nichevo snarling, then see them forming behind him. 'Alina Starkov is worth more than any army. So at the risk of sounding repetitive... find her.'

Fruzsi, Ivan and Fedyor glance nervously at the nichevo. They leave. You stare calmly at the creature. It seems to become smaller under your gaze. You turn to follow others.

'[Y/N], wait, please,' Aleksander stops you. You wait for Fedyor to close the door. The moment he does, you feel a hand grabbing yours.

'I only need Alina's power now,' Kirigan says, squeezing your hand. 'Please, believe me. That's all that is about.'

'I trust you,' you say and look at him to give him a sad smile. 'But I can't help feeling insecure when you talk about her.'

Aleksander cups your cheek and looks you in the eyes sincerely. You lean into his touch.

'You're the one I want by my side,' he says. 'I swear. And I promise to spend as much time as I need to help you beat your insecurities. Because you're the one thing I have left. I… I talked with Alina. She said that I didn't want her to destroy the Fold because that's the last thing I had left. She's wrong. I have you to lose as well. But I won't. I swear this to you.'

He leans down and gives you a kiss. You melt into it. When you pull away, you're both panting.

'Spend the night with me?' Aleksander asks. You nod and take a step back. You stare at each other for a moment longer, then you leave his chambers. And your heart does feel a bit lighter.

Later, you're working in the workshop, alone this time, when you hear it. A scream. Aleksander's scream. You freeze, at first, but then you bolt to his chambers. You don't see anyone on the corridors, probably no one else have heard it. You burst in and freeze again, surprised and very confused.

Kirigan's engulfed in his shadows. He looks as if someone is forcing his right hand down. But then he suddenly raises, but as if fighting with someone over it, and then it almost seems as if he is pushing someone away from him. The shadows disappear. He stands in place, panting and shaking.

'Aleksander?' you ask hesitantly. His eyes snap to you. He takes a step forward but then collapses. You thrust yourself to him and manage to slow down his sudden fall.

'[Y/N]…' he gasps. He grabs your kefta, holds on to it, and buries his face in your neck.

'You… only you… only you… I'm sorry…' he babbles. 'I'm so sorry… only you… all I have… you…'

You sit on the ground, stunned. You understand nothing of it. But you hold Aleksander close to yourself and comfort him. You want to be his shelter as he has been yours. He calms down after a moment and tells you what happened.

There's a connection between him and Alina. He's been showing himself to her as a projection. A moment ago, she's done the same for the first time. She tried to make him believe she starts to understand what he's been telling her, but in reality, she tried to destroy that bond, by removing the fragment of the Stag from his hand. She failed. He pushed her away.

'I didn't trust her,' he says, his look haunted. 'Nor fell for her flirt. You're the one I want. But still… it made me understand she will never willingly join our cause.'

You squeeze his arm comfortingly. You know how much he wanted her to join you, understand you. Finally realising that she doesn't agree with his methods… it really has hurt him.

A few minutes later Fruzsi, Ivan and Fedyor walk in. Aleksander has called for them. Now he's sitting by his desk, his back to them, with you having a hand on his shoulder.

'General?' Ivan asks.

'Take down the First Army encampments,' Kirigan orders. They're surprised by this change of heart. But also pleased (well, maybe beside Fedyor).

'Understood,' Fruzsi says, satisfied. 'We will refocus our efforts.'

'And what of the Sun Summoner?' Fedyor asks, his expression grim.

'The whole world will hear it… when I make her scream,' Aleksander answers through gritted teeth, while putting his hand on yours that is on his shoulder. You eye it. It looks worse because of Alina. Earlier you've wondered about- But no. You're ready to do anything to save him. Even something you've ben conflicted about before. But not anymore. Because you can't lose him either.

Thanks to Morozova's journal, you've found your way to his old workshop. You haven't told anyone about your plans, but you did leave a note explaining them on the bed. You doubt anyone would read it, though. You suspect they will panic and start looking for you frantically. Well, you did inform them in a way. The only way that guaranteed no one would stop you.

You pass a room with two coffins and enter the workshop. Your eyes light up at all the notebooks, journals, papers, writings on the walls… You immediately start looking through everything, hoping to find a cure for Aleksander. You're so focused on it, you only notice that you're not alone, when someone gasps.

You look up, alarmed. You stiffen, seeing stunned Alina, Mal and Baghra. But Starkov's look quickly hardens.

'Where is he?' she demands. You blink.

'I want to ask "who", but I feel you mean Aleksander,' you say. 'Well, he's not here.'

'Then how did you enter here?' Mal asks, puzzled. You look down, nervous.

'I… may have stolen a bit of his blood,' you admit guiltily. You almost feel Baghra's gaze on you.

'You've deciphered it,' she guesses. 'Morozova's journal.'

You're silent for a moment. You sigh and look at them.

'Some of it,' you confirm. 'I still don't understand most of it. But I did understood how to enter this workshop.

'And how did you find this place?' Baghra asks, putting their lantern away. Your gaze falls on a basket full of rare metals in the corner. The Shadow Summoner scoffs.

'Of course,' she says. 'He always bragged about his booty. Very rare. Rare enough for you to feel it if you knew more or less where to look for it.'

'But why did you come without him?' Alina asks. 'Surely, he would like to find out where to look for the Firebird.'

'I'm not here to find a clue about that amplifier,' you say, frowning. 'You can have it, for all I care. Hells, you can tear down the Fold and I wouldn't be bothered.'

Alina and Mal stare at you, surprised. Baghra just assesses you calmly. They start to talk quietly with each other. You ignore them. You only focus on them again, when Baghra says:

'Follow me. You, stay. Start sorting through his journals for any mention of the Firebird.'

She leaves and Mal follows her. Alina glances at you, then runs after them. But she returns after a moment. She eyes you warily and starts doing what you are.

'Why are you here, then?' she asks. 'If not for the Firebird?'

'Find a way to save him,' you answer. 'How are David and Genya?'

'Fine,' Alina answers after a moment, surprised, but then gets angry. 'If after what Kirigan did to Genya she can be fine.'

'For your information, we argued about it after I saw what he did,' you say, rolling your eyes. Alina is silent for a moment.

'Baghra and Genya did mention you're the one who let them out,' she admits. 'Which is why I don't understand why you're still on his side. Why after everything he's done, everyone he's killed, what he did to Genya-'

'He regrets it,' you interrupt her. 'He agreed he shouldn't have done that to her. Not after all she did for him.'

Alina stares at you, shocked. Your look softens.

'He's not as evil as you make him to be,' you say quietly and return to your search.

'You have a good heart, [Y/N],' Starkov says after a beat. 'You felt for me, when he tore me away from Mal and talked with him on my behalf. You are not someone who would commit horrors that all of Aleksander's follower do.'

'Who we are and who we need to be to survive are two different things,' you say flatly. Alina scoffs.

'You don't need to,' she insists, annoyed. 'If you'd stayed that day on the skiff, you'd be welcomed in the Spinning Wheel. Among other Grisha. Because they are. Nikolay is going to be the King now. He believes we can live together. He can make Ravka whole.'

You chuckle, amused at her naïve dreams. You don't think this country can ever be mended. It's too late for that. Not that you care.

'So can Aleksander,' you say.

'With terror and murder?' Starkov scoffs. 'He won't rule for long. You know it. You know fear is not enough. So, why are you-'

'Damn it, Alina, how many times?' you snap. 'I'm in love with him! That's why I don't hesitate to bend my morals. And don't you dare judging me for this, because I'm pretty sure you'd bend yours for Mal.'

'But does he love you back?' Starkov asks, her voice low. 'Or does he even know you're here?'

You stiffen and your heart skips a beat. Because he still hasn't said it. You clench your jaw.

'Not unless he read a note I left,' you answer, skimming through a journal in your hands. You freeze a second later. Your eyes quickly scan the words on the pages. Your heart skips a beat again.

'Alina!' you hear Mal's panicked voice at that exact moment. You and Starkov look at each other, surprised.

'Okay, maybe he read it after all,' you say, surprised, and snap the journal shut. 'How about we save Mal? You care for him and I'd hate to see what you're capable of if he's hurt. Or dead.'

You both hurry outside. You stop dead in your tracks. Mal is on the ground. Baghra is standing in front of him, preparing a Cut. Facing them is Aleksander, desperately trying to stop his nichevo'ya from attacking his mother. One is holding him back and the other is about to throw itself on Baghra.

'No!' Alina screams, already summoning light.

'Stop!' you shout at the same time, panicked. And just like that, the nichevo that was about to attack Baghra… stops. Everyone stares in stunned silence, as it turns its head toward you. You shake your head. Both nichevo'ya disappear.

Baghra, Alina and Mal stare at you in shock. You use their confusion and hurry to Kirigan. You grab his shoulder and drag him toward the horses.

'Come on, we've got what we needed,' you urge him.

'Indeed,' Aleksander says, his eyes on Mal. The tracker gulps, staring back. Kirigan smiles slightly and follows you to the horses. You mount them quickly. You glance at Alina. You share a sad look, both of you regretting that you're on the opposite sides. She wants to say something, but you already ride away with Aleksander.

'What was that?' Mal asks, turning to Baghra. 'Why it listened to her, while it didn't listen to Kirigan?'

Baghra is silent. In her mind she replays the last time she saw you.

'He will hurt you for this.'

'He can't.'

'That's why he let us go,' Baghra whispers, understanding slowly. Mal and Alina look at her, confused. Old woman chuckles.

'A bit more time… and it won't be Aleksander calling all the shots,' she says and sighs sadly. 'But the question is, whether we have that much time.'

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52696933/chapters/134444428

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Chapter Nineteen: Secret (written of @zelinktines24 day 19 prompt)

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Star’s escape and Tulin’s sudden arrival curtail any further discussion regarding the secret stones for the immediate future. Zelda still isn’t sure what she’ll say to Link, and is happy for the reprieve, especially when a knock on the door, reveals Riju standing on the other side. Beyond them, Riju’s entourage is already erecting a large, colorful tent that will be their quarters while they are in Akkala. Her guard, Buliara stands by the front stoop, spear in hand observing the operation and barking commands when the workers aren’t doing something to her satisfaction.

Riju throws herself at Zelda, her anklets and bracelets jingling pleasantly when she pulls Zelda in for a firm hug. “It’s so good to see you! Thank you for inviting us.”

Zelda doesn’t bother to correct her that it was Link’s initial idea, and smiles warmly at her friend when they part. “Of course. Please, come in. You must be tired from traveling. I’ll brew us some tea.”

Riju makes herself at home on a cushion by the table and gazes out the panoramic windows. “I’ve never been this far from Gerudo before. It’s so different out here — it feels wild and uninhabited.”

Aside from the garrison that had been stationed at the Citadel, there weren’t very many people in the past who made the region their home. Zelda has noted that the trend seems to be changing as travelers visiting Tarrey Town discover the beautiful, lush green countryside.

“It’s a hidden gem.” Zelda sets the kettle over the cooking fire, and rifles in the cupboard for the tea tin and her delicate porcelain cherry blossom tea set she reserves for special occasions.

“Indeed.” Riju turns away from the windows to watch Zelda work. “Where’s Link?”

“Oh, Tulin arrived yesterday, so Link took him out to show him the surrounding area and hunt. I imagine they’ll be back shortly.” Setting the tea set on a tray, Zelda sprinkles tea into the pot before removing the kettle from the heat and adding water. She carries it to the table and sits down before serving the tea.

Riju accepts the cup Zelda offers and plops several sugar cubes from the bowl in until Zelda is certain the sugar to tea ratio has dipped strongly in favor of the sweetener. Stirring it with a spoon, Riju takes a sip, lightly smacking her lips and declaring it delicious, before folding her arms on the table and leaning toward Zelda. “I’ve got a secret!”

“Oh, what’s that?” Riju’s excitement is infectious and Zelda smiles as she pours a splash of milk in her tea, forgoing any sugar.

Red lips curving into a big smile, Riju’s eyes brighten. “I’ve found my true love. Of course, Buliara doesn’t approve,”—Riju rolls her eyes—“but I don’t care what she thinks. My love’s name is Alaura, and she’s intelligent, strong and gorgeous. I don’t know how I ever managed before without her.”

True love. The words tumble over in Zelda’s mind. Riju makes it sound so simple and easy to be with the person she loves. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

Eyes brightening, Riju’s smile widens. “She’s helping set up camp, but I’ll introduce you and Link to her later. Speaking of, how are you two doing?”

“We’re all right…” Her eyes flick to Riju’s earring and sees her amber stone sparkling innocuously in the sunlight streaming through the windows. Link said he wanted to speak to their friends about the stones, so… “Link has asked me to consider destroying the secret stones. He’s afraid of them falling into the wrong hands again.”

“Hmmm.” Riju sets down her cup, and rests her chin on a closed fist, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “That is a troubling possibility, but you seem to disagree with him.”

“I am hesitant to take such a drastic action,” Zelda agrees, glad she decided to bring up the subject with Riju, and garner a third, perhaps more unbiased opinion. “Don’t you need it to utilize your gift fully?”

“No.” Riju reaches a hand to lightly finger the stone dangling from her ear. “Link is the one who helped hone and harness my gift. The stone merely allowed him to call upon my power when he was searching for you, and I wasn’t able to physically be by his side.”

Riju leans back on her cushion, her eyes thoughtful as she studies Zelda. “If it’s validation you’re looking for to help make the final decision, I agree that the risks outweigh any further benefit they offer. We didn’t need them before, and in the end, they aren’t what helped us defeat Ganondorf and his forces. It was teamwork, and that we have in spades, no?”

Zelda nods, realizing what Riju is saying is what Link had been trying to articulate yesterday. “When he suggested it, I shut down. I keep hoping I’ll sense Rauru or Sonia through the stone.”

Frowning, Riju’s brows pull together. “We’re in the land of the living, Zelda. The ghosts of the sages, Rauru and Sonia have done what was needed and hopefully, have found peace in the spirit realm.”

Riju’s words make Zelda pause, the rim of the cup at her lips, warm steam misting the skin beneath her nose. Her heart clenches in her chest, recalling the hurt look in Link’s eyes when she’d said she would have to think about it. Her consummate love for Link had initially unlocked her power, and now she realizes it was her filial love for Rauru and Sonia that had helped her hone it, not the stone. Love has always been at the core of her power. How could Zelda have forgotten that?

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Weak Spot - Chapter 18

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus

Synopsis: Though it hadn't come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Huge shout outs both @some-guy-named-dominyk for giving me one idea for the chapter and @amutantturtleenthusiast for another!

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Last warning for the 🍋 under the cut. Minors DNI!

Fem!Reader References/Warnings: many clit mentions, folds sometimes, a few cunts, maybe a pussy, and a few breast plays

Dropping your duffle by the door, you looked out at Donnie’s apartment. Across from you his computer was lit up, but all the screens were occupied empty purple space. As was the norm, you’d been sent up digitally and you side stepped to see where the tenant was. “Don?”

He came around the corner in a flurry of motion with some sort of tool in hand. “I was reviewing the calibrations.” He approached his desk where he exchanged the instrument for a rag. “Wait there.”

“Sure.” You shifted your weight back on your heels enough to lift your toes. The excitement had been stewing for the past week threatened to boil over.

Reaching up to the display, Donnie flipped a finger over it and a page came up. You perked up to absorb how he interacted with the monitor, but only caught a glimpse of him scanning a long list. The items seemed checked off and he swiped it away before you could count the seemingly endless catalog. “Okay.”

The voice sounded more for him so you waited with a little wiggle of your hips.

One step away from the computer, he froze up and you watched the computations move through his mind. It took a moment for the processor to catch up before he returned to himself and then tossed the rag back to address you. “Greetings.”

“Hey.” You smiled. “Doesn’t seem like you’re ready for me.”

There was a hint of rigidity to his posture, but a fond light in his eye. “While it is true that my original timeline moved up, I would never deploy an unfinished product.”

“Uh huh…” You tipped your head, playing up your disbelief. In reality you had no point of reference for this sort of thing, but a light tease usually prompted him.

He crossed the space and in doing so you took him in. His wraps nearly blended into a lethally tight black tank on his torso which dipped down showing a peak of plastron and hips before black joggers took up the slack to his ankles. It gave him the appearance of wearing a cold shoulder top and the prominence of his shoulders was difficult for you to tear your gaze away from. His head appeared in your eye line and you knew you were caught. “Do you doubt me?”

“No, I’ll just have to rely on that trust.” You mirrored tilt and watched him hitch.

He still hadn’t gotten used to that little revelation.

“Are you going to ask me if I’m excited?”

He stopped a foot shy of you in evaluation. “You clearly are.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s rhetorical.”

He drew closer by swaying back and form in a hypnotic waltz. “Are you…” His face ended up right near your cheek. “…excited?”

“Staying over for a three day weekend with you?” You turned into him. “Absolutely.”

His gaze flicked from your eyes to your lips as he weighed something.

You opened your mouth to reassure him that he didn’t have to push himself when his mouth slotted over yours. As if he’d been waiting for that response, he immediately pushed his tongue in and, as he probed, a little mewl caught in your throat. He then pulled away from his taste with his lips ghosting over yours. “Pose your rhetorical question in kind.”

“Are you excited?” You chanced stealing a small kiss and he allowed it.

“In truth, I am conflicted by at least a dozen things, but I have checked my calculations far more times than that.”

“And not just for whatever this machine is.” You caught his lips again and he moved with you. It was true that whatever preparations he had done for the chase had multiplied ten times that for whatever this was. The red herrings were removed and he had been deeply serious. He considered every contingency and had even stopped by your apartment after work to take your measurements. He was all business which you found all the more alluring. It heavily contrasted the barely restrained Donatello of the last venture and played heavily into the staunch scientist you had seen little of. Though not something you had felt before, it triggered a strong desire to break that man down.

It was a knowledge you had to stow away for later.

For now, the priority was finding a safe way to build back up your relationship. Resisting your new urges, you’d complied in a straightforward manner. Tempered by the prior failing, it felt as neither of you would fall for cautious optimism. Your current excitement stemmed from the fact that regardless of whether his invention worked out, you’d still be spending the weekend together. If, for whatever reason, it or the positive reinforcements failed, you’d still made a big leap together. Secured by that, you now only had to wait for the grand reveal.

With an extra little peck, Donnie pulled away. “Breakfast?”

“A light one as requested.”

He stepped back and flicked his wrist. A curtain pulled across the partition between this room and his bedroom.

“Woah.”

“Water consumption?”

“Uh, 16 and half glass so like 18 oz?”

He nodded and walked backwards while ushering you to follow.

You resisted the urge to look towards the curtain as you passed it over to his desktop.

“Permission to perform a wellness check?” His air was easing up as he followed the script you’d already been given.

“Granted.” You held out your arm and he placed a blood pressure cuff on you. As he came away from it, he seemed especially enthralled with your appendage as he traced down and clipped a pulse oximeter to your index finger. He then activated the cuff and reached for a otoscope. He waited for the readings before reaching towards his monitors in a way that looked like second nature. A medical chart with many blanks materialized and his eyes stayed glued to it while he reached down to absently move a clipboard. It revealed a mechanical keyboard with black and grey keys that had punctuated purple labeling. Utilizing a combination of ten-key and touch display, he input the information as you gawked openly.

“Your readings are satisfactory.”

“Good.”

Abandoning the computer temporarily, he brought up the otoscope. “Focus here.” He tapped his forehead and used the light to check your eyes. “You can ask.”

“Am I going to get much beyond that you built it?” You watched as he turned and made a note.

“The car’s interface is an extension of this one.” He came back and gently took your chin. “Ears.”

“Ready.” You turned your head and felt his hand coax you along before he looked in one side. “Extension as in a copy or can they interact?”

A check there and he motioned you the other way. “Seamless interconnectivity.”

“With your watch too.” You obliged and he slowed where he was raising his implement.

His surprise gave way to a tiny smirk. “It’s not a watch.”

You immediately tried to look, but he had your chin. He waited to make sure you wouldn’t try again before looking in your other ear.

“I’m not wearing it now. I can interact with my system anywhere in the apartment.”

“With the flick of your wrist…” You hummed and he pulled away to make a few more notes. You watched until his hand returned to your chin where he pressed down gently to get you to open your mouth. You complied with a breathy jaw drop and a tease. “It’s a little early for that don’t you think?”

His thumb kneaded up into the plump of your lip before pulling it down in a counterstrike that you weren’t expecting. “In due time.”

You resisted a smile as the otoscope’s blaring light was back. You flattened out your tongue with a vowel, he observed and then set the implement aside to make his notations.

“How’d you know about my tech-gauntlet?”

“You tried to use it to summon the car-” You dropped off unwilling to name the bad day in case it brought any negative energy with it.

He eyed you suddenly.

It had been an odd detail that stuck out to you when you barely remembered so many others.

“Name, date, time.”

You knocked out the first two easily, but looked around to find there was no clock. You watched one of Donnie’s finger raise and a comically large atomic one appeared on a side monitor. “8:13am.”

He nodded and turned in a way that said he was making his final notes.

“Not gonna listen to my heart?”

He didn’t look away, but you could see the edges of his smile. “Heart, lungs, and intestines,” he clarified. “I don’t need to.” He reached up with one hand and tapped the side of his head where his ears would be.

“Tympanum.” You clicked your tongue.

He seemed pleased and closed out the window. “Ideally I would have liked to run a stress test.”

You opened your mouth and closed it.

“I have an EKG…” He shifted his weight onto one hip to look at you. “How’s the gym been?”

Your eyes widened. “I’ve only been a few times.” You gave a sheepish grimace as you definitely needed to get that schedule on track. “Tough in the usual way, I guess.”

He held no judgment and moved around you.

“You said gauntlet, but wouldn’t that be bulkier?”

He was quiet and you spun around to watch him. You found him not thinking the statement over, but instead exhibiting the usual signs as when he wanted to drop something. You frowned a little and he reached up to grasp the curtain. Switching gears and, not realizing he was ready to present, you walked over until you were centered in front of the shielded entry. You prepared yourself by setting your shoulders and raising your head to cue him in.

His eyes darted away and you imagined it was the equivalent of him bringing up the tab with his notes. “I present: B.E.D.F.A.S.T.”

He psychically walked the curtain down and you were first struck by the fact that his bed was nowhere to be seen. Curious, you stepped forward into the now relatively open room and approached the panel on the wall where the low headboard usually sat. It had a bulk that was difficult to see straight on and there were seven punctured holes dotting it in two clear lines of three with a single one centered at the bottom. It took up most the wall, but it’s sleek black design almost made it seem like a focal art piece.

Approaching it from the side to count the inches it protruded, you turned your head to Donnie. “How does it work?”

Holding out his right hand he made a turn over motion before extending a finger. Out from the top and bottom two holes extended black mechanical arms with cuffs at the end. Having been close to the machine, you took a surprised step back at them.

“High grade titanium covered in a similarly rated silicone.”

You stared at it as you backtracked over to Donnie side. “Wha…?”

“No exposed metal.” He clarified softly.

You nodded, unable to look away.

“Bondage Enriched Dynamic Fulfilling Aerial Stimulation Tool. It’s state of the art.”

The words sank in with ever widening eyes.

“I debated the use of ‘ergonomic,’ but it didn’t flow as well with ‘dynamic,’ which was a must.”

“Yeah, not something I would compare to my office chair…” You shrank a little closer to him, but felt a withdrawal. A quick survey found Donnie on a similar but different edge as he tried to gauge your reaction. He was putting his creation on display for you.

It was the first time he had directly showed you his work.

Bouncing to recover based on that, you walked straight up to the thing. “I’ll be strapped in?”

“Yes, you’ll find it exceeds the comfort of some chair as it was hand crafted to your exact specifications.”

“Aerial…” You tried not to pale. “Um… Don’t take this the wrong way, but how does this help us?”

Donnie’s head dipped and he stepped closer with nerves bunching his shoulders. “For you, this is a tool of immense pleasure. I was already in the process of crafting it before… the chase occurred.” He looked away from you and to the machine. “You’ve been proactive in your own healing, so this could be thought of as a reward. If you are up to it, as well, the silicone is removable.”

You gave a faint nod as half your equation was missing from the explanation.

“Based on my calculations, your first run should exceed no longer than 12 hours. That is why I summoned you early. While flexible, my ideal timeline would have you settled in by 830am which would then have you out by sunset. You should be thoroughly blissed-out at which point and the bulk of your aftercare would occur in the dark if tenable.”

That made a little more sense, but still didn’t address him.

“Everything has been taken care of. You already attended to some of your needs prior, but the intuitive system will constantly assess you. It collects waste fluids and disposes of them. Your vitals are on constant monitor. Drinking water will be automatically offered. There are five individual fail safes. I also have full control over the machine’s output. You will be under my full observation the entire time where I will be checking in what I assume might be an infuriating amount of times to ensure you will not go past a single second of discomfort.”

That sounded well and good, “But…”

“I know it seems as if I am neglected. However, this is something I desire. Being able to…” He turned his head towards you, but his eyes stayed lowered to the floor. “…see you in the state I imagine you’ll be in.” He looked back to the machine. “It may not appear so as I am taking great care mitigate excitement, but I want this, very much so.”

You relaxed a little and walked to his side. “Alright.”

With slight hesitation, he moved his gaze to you.

“So!” You readied yourself again. “I’m clean, fed, hydrated, passed my medical assessment, now what?”

He gestured towards the bathroom. “Strip down, relieve yourself if necessary, and come join me.”

You nodded it and made it approximately three steps before something hit you which cause you to spin around. “D-did you say… 12 hours?!”

He was testing something on one of the arms and a slight smirk curled up the corner of his lip. “You’ll do splendidly. I believe you’ll make it the full time, but there is no shame if you tap out even immediately.”

You stared at him a moment longer before robotically pivoting.

He was certifiably insane.

What had you gotten yourself into?

Closing the bathroom door behind you, you methodically undressed and folded your clothes up. Doing a few final checks in the mirror, you padded out on bare feet against the cool hardwood. You idly remembered how you used to want to cover up outside of illicit activities. It seemed like a far cry to the version of you that now strode easily over to him. It was hard to have shame when your partner both seemingly felt none in regards to nudity and eyed you the way Donnie always did. His appreciation extended to every part of your body and was palpable as he stepped away from whatever final checks he was doing. His eye scanned you and you shifted side to side to give him a good view.

“Come here.”

You drew close and in doing so a sort of negative realization hit him. You tried not to let your disappointment show as he moved away and held out a hand for you to stand near B.E.D.F.A.S.T. Once close, he herded you into position without making contact. You ended up with your back to the panel, about a foot from the machine, and facing away from it.

He stood in front of you and the wounded edge to his eye mixed with a light anticipation. “The initial movements will be fast because getting you into position quickly is the prime comfort objective.”

You nodded. “Alright. Walk me through what will happen.”

“The arms will lock into place around your wrists and ankles before hoisting you up. It will be calibrating in real time and extensions will form to accurately support your weight. You’ll know it has done its job when it both stops moving and you reach a suitable suspension.”

“Okay.” You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“It both moves on its own and I have full control.”

“It’s you.” You confirmed with a small nod.

“It’s me.” He agreed and took a few steps back. “Ready?”

“Time?” You joked.

His lids dropped and he made a show of looking back at his computer. “8:31.”

“We’re late, whatever shall we do?!” You pretended to bemoan with the back of your hand to your head.

“Terminating exercise…” His expression hardened.

“Wait!” You reached out and he waited. “Serious. I’m very serious.”

“Countdown.” He folded his arms.

“On three.”

He gave a nod and brought a hand up at the ready.

“1, 2, 3…”

It wasn’t so much a loud whirr, but you could hear B.E.D.F.A.S.T. come alive as Donnie curled a finger into his palm. The arms adjusted themselves outward into your periphery before coming in with laser targeting towards your wrists. A loose cuff locked there and then automatically shrank down to the exact size of your arm. You looked down just in time to see the resizing around your ankles before you were lifted off the ground. A little yelp escaped you despite knowing this is exactly what would happen and your ass bottomed out your weight from your limbs. Something shifted out before making its way around your waist. The sensation was odd as the smooth silicone seemed to grow until a new cuff formed around your torso. A similar feeling curled up your back, creating a spinal support column that then grew into a loose collar around your throat. A small outcropping dipped up into your hair line to support your head before you were shifted into a spread position. With little rocks, your weight was tilted until it evened out and, just as Donnie described, you felt as though you were floating.

With B.E.D.F.A.S.T. settled, you took to looking at the cuffs and watched as Donnie materialized between your legs.

“Verbalize.”

“Oh! Yeah…” You wiggled slightly and felt the machine adjust its hold as you did so. “It’s strangely comfortable? Also did it… grow? What’s that part on my back?”

“Stabilizing extensions.” He ducked under your knee to check. “I suppose growth is a way to put it. It can retract in a similar manner. It’s an adaptive technology, obviously of my own design.”

“How can titanium, or silicone for that matter, do that…?”

He gave you a look that wondered if you really wanted him to get into the specifics.

You smiled as he returned to your front. Surprise abating and settling into your new aerial seat, you started to feel very much exposed with your legs splayed. “So…”

His eyes snapped to yours and you realized any reaction that wasn’t overtly positive would be under great scrutiny.

“I’m good! I’m just… wondering what happens now? Are you going to… touch me… or…?” You wiggled your hips some and the machine bounced the weight.

He made an affirmative noise and settled the smallest bit. “No.”

“No…?” You tilted your head and felt how the neck piece accommodated you.

“Non-penetrative, hands free.”

You blinked with realization. “You’ve said that before.”

“I’ve told you how many times I was already working on this?”

“You’re vaguely doing a hundred things and I never know how many of them are just work!”

He relented on that by tilting his head and looking upward.

You gave a dramatic huff.

“There’s another piece that will form… a sort of attachment to you, but not exactly in that manner.”

You came away from your theatrics with a curious glance.

“When you’re ready we can move to the next step.” His eyes then flicked down to your sex and you felt a reflexively coil at the attention. You unconsciously tried to close your legs, but the machine didn’t allow it. From the way Donnie was looking at you, you pinged it as his first interference.

“I’m ready.”

His eye lingered a moment longer before chasing up to your face in a move that you saw was him registering what you had said.

“Can I see it first? I can’t really see…” You tilted your head down as much as you could, but the collar caught your chin and the stiff back brace locked at your waist kept you from bending.

“Of course.” With another hand movement you heard a new arm extending from the panel. It appeared from between your legs and extended up. It had a the shape of two stacked ovals with the larger of which on the bottom. From the glimpse you could see of the outer edge, it seemed like only black silicone from the outside. On the inner part was a myriad of bumpy textures growing up like a little garden around the focal point: a tentacle like protrusion that curled to a soft lazy point. It had a flat density to it and seemingly glowed with a faint purple light as did the rest of its estate.

“What a sex toy…” Your eyes widened and an odd smile played on your parted lips.

“There are nearly a hundred minute points of articulation. It is self lubricating and will be actively gauging stimulation. It also has vibration settings amongst other things.”

You shot your gaze to Donnie who took your shock with a cocksure grin.

“This…”

How could you even say it?

“I can have this… whenever I want? Like I can’t see this going bad at all. What is this, seriously!?”

He gave a slight shrug that said all of that was obvious.

“You’re…”

What adjective could you possible settle on to describe him at this time?

At the very least, you just needed to keep a love proclamation off your lips.

As long as your kept your tongue in that much check, you’d be safe.

“How the hell could I ever go back to regular sex after this?”

You internally cringed.

Even restrained your mouth still found a way to get your foot in there.

Donnie seemed spurned and stepped up close. The stimulating appendage disappeared somewhere beneath you to accommodate him and he kept just far back enough that he was ghosting without a single touch. “While it is in intriguing query and well within my abilities to build an automaton that could out fuck any organic being, do you honestly believe I would allow you to be anything other than a slave to my cock?”

Curses fell off your lips and your gaze shot away. It felt like your blush escaped your cheeks and flooded your body and you writhed as again the restraints locked up.

When your eye finally returned to him, he was oozing a domineering aura. “If all goes well, I fully intended to fuck you in this.”

You bit down on your lip hard to keep from asking for him to do that now.

Instead his head did a little bob before his eyes cast down. He gave a curious head tilt and then flicked his eyes back to you. “Now you’re ready.”

Stupid scenting.

“Donnie, holy shit…” Oxygen already seemed to be depleting.

“Problem?”

“No, just-”

Saying you needed him would inflate that damn ego of his.

You ended up only giving a needy whine and shifting your legs out now that the machine was no longer withholding you from doing so.

It was enough for him and his finger curled.

Between your legs you felt the tip of the prominent protrusion brush your sex. A shudder shot through you as it was not only slick, but also warm.

“H-heating element!”

He nodded and was hyperfixed as the attachment glided against you again. You could sense it was gathering data as it gently probed you. It both had a skin plus otherworldly quality that you couldn’t place, but you were sure that the individual parts had yet to move. Instead the stationary appliance stroked you, pushing between your folds bit by bit. You mewled and tried to grind down as the little brushes weren’t enough. The restraints resisted you and you tossed your head back.

“Quit interfering!”

“You’ll interfere with the calibrations.”

“Half…” You wheezed as it did its first ghost over your clit. “No, the other… two times weren’t!” Your voice pitched as the whole attachment suddenly pressed to you. The protrusion now seemed nonexistent and instead the many bumps pressed flush against you in a new type of mapping.

You heard only a chuckle from him as all your attention shot inward. The warm slick pebbled surface rocked against you and you forgot how to breathe through your nose. A shift occurred and you couldn’t tell what, but a sort of suction from the outer edge of the mechanism seemed to stick on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You heard the buzz first before you felt it and the appendage came to life. Instead of moving against you, the individual parts activated and rolled against the whole of your cunt in what you could only picture as an anemone.

You cried out as the texture switched with the focus curling a tiny tendril up around your clit. The coaxing was unrelenting and your hips stuttered with rapid involuntary bucks. Sounds devolving into guttural moans, you felt a light sweat break out on your skin. Heated inside out, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. tipped you forward so your weight was dropping right into the stimulation. Orgasm building, the vibrations sped to mirror the bumbling head of a magic wand rumbling over your clit. Unable to differentiate between your slick and the machine’s you felt streaks of it drips away before it was wicked from you. You barely registered it as you crested and came with a shout of Donnie’s name.

Hazy, you felt the machine roll through your spasms and slowly taper off until it stilled. From where you had tightened up, you went slack and the machine cradled you with a gentle bend that let your head relax while looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly sleepy, you gave a happy hum that seemed to vibrate in your chest. Donnie appeared beside you with a forefront of a watchful eye and a hungry one barely askewed underneath

“Hiii…” You slurred.

“Checking in.”

“Amazing.” You giggled slightly.

He nodded.

“So… it’ll just… start back up or…?” You rolled your head to the side and the collar shifted to hold it up for you.

“That depends. It’s currently learning and will be testing various methods.”

“Oh.”

“I’m pleased with the first read-outs.”

“I’m pleased.” You meant to say more, but that’s all that came out.

How long had it been since you last came?

In the scheme of things it was no time at all, but since you started having sex with Donnie it felt like a lifetime since you’d last done anything.

“Good. Continue to enjoy yourself.”

You nodded and felt something at your cheek. You could only kind of see it was some sort of straw. You opened your mouth to ask Donnie about it when it curled just within your lip like a dentist with a suction tool. Closing your mouth around the memory, a cool water came from it and you drank easily. When you opened, it retracted somewhere behind your head. Smiling at how incredible that was, you went to look for Donnie and found him across the room at his computer. “Data?”

He pulled his eyes away immediately. “Yes, do you need me?”

“You’re right there.” You flexed your toes genially. “You’re great.”

“You’ve only cum once and you’re already this malleable?” He gave a noise of judgment and you went to complain when you felt the machine pet between your legs.

You only wondered if it was him for a second as it shifted to life, already pinging some of your most sensitive spots. This time it rocked against you in a rolling tide motion that your hips played in time with. The breathy build up persuaded you out of your refractory period. Your jaw went slack as the toy rippled beneath you, finally probing your entrance. The push and pull spread you and you wanted so badly to sink down on it. Against its usual resilience, B.E.D.F.A.S.T.’s arms began to stretch and you felt yourself being strung out. You hiccupped on a groan that was assuaged by a suction capping off your clit. Pulled nearly straight as if tortured on a rack, your second orgasm came with you unable to writhe against the undulating mass between your legs.

Delirious, this time the machine only slowed instead of stopping. Gasping as your limbs were returned to you, you felt a growth that you immediately identified as the protrusion. You wondered where the hell it could have been stored as it flicked outward in a careful caress. A vowel warbled off your lips as the toy punctuated you slowly and methodically. Your muscles clenched desperately on nothing and you vaguely wondered if that was the fringes of your last orgasm. The protrusion slowed, making testing swipes that very much had you thinking about a tongue.

Blinking through clarity as it oddly slowed more and more, you looked across the room. Donnie was watching at his computer with a flash of his teeth showing from where his thumb was being bit there. The protrusion swiped through you and you swallowed a grunt in an attempt at language. In a dart, Donnie was next to you with his gaze rapidly scanning you. The machine came to a full stop and you panted. “No problem… I just…” You shook your head to clear your thoughts. “Question.”

He seemed less curious and more concerned.

“Ish not bad.” Your tongue refused to cooperate.

“Exactly.”

“Huh?”

“You shouldn’t have enough cognizance for one.”

The sentence hit you and you laughed. Even though it was paused, the appendage was still pressed to your sex and the sensation tickled you into tapering off with a little moan. “W-while not wrong, it’s cause of this that I have one…”

“Go ahead.”

You wondered why he’d not completed his scientific ensemble with a pad and paper. You decided it was probably too antiquated a practice. “I’m conflicted.”

“You said it wasn’t bad.” His brow came down along with his lips.

“It’s not! Stop!” You tried to kick him and were surprised when the machine let you get close. “Oh.”

He reached out and just barely touched your knee.

It felt like the popping of a bang snap and little mewl chased it.

“Your question.” He reminded you and pulled away.

“Why haven’t you eaten me out before? Why is this thing going to do it first?”

“That’s two questions.”

“A continuation, same point.”

He looked down and there were no signs of difficulty on his face. You wondered what he could be thinking of when he looked back at you with a narrow of his gaze. “Do you recall our last conversation about oral?”

You nodded. “That I didn’t win by a dumb margin.”

He rose an irritated brow.

“I’m allowed to be petty about some things.”

“Your estimation as to why you hadn’t was not only accurate, but a similar situation to mine.”

You wanted to gloat, but as you inhaled you unintentionally arched and felt that little friction between your legs.

“There are far more things I’m plotting to regain control of than you realize. This-” He reached out and tapped a mechanical arm. “-is a step in that direction.”

You rolled your eyes before focusing back on him. “I thought it might be a sensory thing.”

He evaluated you and shifted his head from one side to the other.

“Is it?”

He gave you one last veiled look before turning. “It’s my tongue, by the way.”

You stared after him as he made it back to the computer. With a raise of his hand, he brought up a few windows and watched them carefully. You pursed your lips and felt the smallest slither. Squirming, B.E.D.F.A.S.T. started back up and the protrusion did a flat swipe from your entrance to your clit before it clicked. “W-wait!”

He didn’t look away and seemed to know you hadn’t meant that as a call to stop.

“T-that’s y-your-!?” Your sentence was cut off as the swell slid back and pushed against your core. “Tongue!”

“An exact replica.” His voice came to you despite his distance.

It sped up and you bucked against it. The cuffs around your ankles seemed to tighten as your legs were spread apart until your hips protested. You whined, forcing your tongue in place as your chest tightened. “Not… Fair!”

“How so?” With an arm craned to put his weight on his desk, he let his body turn idly.

“I-“ You choked as it flicked an upward assault on your clit. You lost sight of him as your eyes rolled back and through your sensitivity you were sure you found a texture there that you had identified with your own tongue. Donnie let you writhe for several moments longer before in a downward lap, the protrusion disappeared. You panted, regaining yourself before looking at him through you lashes and imagining how wrecked you must appear. “I-would…no… wanted… you first.”

Even from across the room you saw him inhale before he rose a hand. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. awoke and ramped up its attention two fold. You fell back into its embrace and cried through two more orgasms before it finally eased off. By the time you came too from that bout, you hadn’t even realized you were drinking from the offered straw and the memory of protests was a distant one. Donnie didn’t approach again, instead staying at the safety of his computer, and called check-ins by halting the machines functions. He usually did so at a moment of agony which had you only screaming out the equivalents of ‘don’t stop’ or ‘keep going.’

Time lost all meaning and was only subconsciously registered by the sun pouring through the curtains in a crawl across the floor. The many settings clicked through both keeping a fresh variety while also blending into a continuous stream of never ending pleasure. You were twisted around and might have even been upside down at one point, but there were no absolutes. The only thing you were sure of was heat and how sopping wet you were. While the machine indeed sucked up anything from dripping off your body, it also kept lubrication at a near all time high.

It could have also been of your production, but you never had control over that.

Losing track of crests and troughs, it felt like your whole body was shaking when you caught that Donnie had moved to encroach on the partition. You wanted to call him over, but drool dripped when you opened your mouth and something came up to wipe it away as it had with your tears. Your thoughts were stunted to prehistoric single word grunts that only sparked to attention in a single cascading flame before falling into the endless ocean of whatever goop your body was now constructed of.

Feeling very much like being inside of a taffy puller, you had no exact connection point to your limbs even though you saw glimpses of black silicone. Everything was one continuous sensation apart from your heart that seemed to be racing out of your chest at all times.

Fuck the gym.

This was cardio.

Falling from what must have been another orgasm, this time when you went slack you felt a bite. It seemed to stem from the point around your heel where the skin barely stretched out over the bone. Chaffing made sense and you had to communicate it, but weren’t sure how. Your fingers flexed, but you had nothing to grab on to. You were just about to try to work on parting your lips when you saw a blur of green and black. A single tear rolled down your cheek at the sight of Donnie.

“Move where it hurts. I’m watching.”

You did your best to wag your foot, but at most your toes flexed. It was enough for him as he dropped down and carefully took your arch in hand. You saw little flecks flicker on the edges of your vision.

“Do you want out?”

You shook your head.

He lifted and, between the new floaters in your gaze, you watched as the cuff around your ankle crawled backwards until a new one formed just under your knee to hold the appendage up. With several careful turns, Donnie did an examination that caused several confused coilings inside of you. “Okay.”

He was gone and his objective seemed clean but something else was happening. Your vision had cleared and you tested focusing on further distance points. They all seemed to check out as Donnie returned to his kneel. You watched him and, for the first time in what felt like hours, your heart finally evened out. He swiped something that felt tacky to your heel and it sent odd tingling sensations up your leg. Wondering if it was the knee brace, Donnie shifted as he wrapped your ankle lightly in what you soon recognized as a bandage.

“That should prevent a blister. I’m going to cover both just in case.”

You gave another nod and, as he moved to your other leg, the mechanical arm returned to its original ankle cuff. You tested the wraps and found they were comfortable underneath the silicone. Little particles rushed in an attempt to distract you from where Donnie was working. As soon as he finished, he leaned back to watch as the machine again regained its primary form. The sputtering to your gaze stopped and you were left with nothing but a creased brow.

You watched as Donnie nodded to himself before looking to your face. He found that wrinkling instantly and worry filled his own. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?” You didn’t realize you’d gotten the word out until it hit your ears.

“Not good enough.” He stood and, in time, the appendage between your legs left you with a sticky pop. “Try again.”

Feeling the cold air rush your sex caused you to tense up.

Donnie’s features softened through your wince and he reached out to your thigh. You were sure his intention was probably to soothe you, but as soon as his fingers made contact, you saw stars. You must have screamed because when you found him again he had his hand clenched near his chest as if he pulled away, burned.

“I’m getting you out.”

“No!”

He ignored you and moved around to the panel.

“It’s your touch!”

Oh, was that it?

Donnie slowed and turned towards you. “What?”

“It’s…” A full sentence wasn’t going to come. You needed something to ground yourself. “Cool rag?”

With minor hesitation, Donnie let B.E.D.F.A.S.T. be and went to the kitchen. It seemed like only seconds before he returned and blotted your temples. There was a small titillation from the exchange, but nothing compared to whatever had happened to your thigh. As the rag curved down your cheek, you felt it sweep up your words. You had to imagine them being deposited into your mouth for them to materialize. “It started… with my feet. Little spots in my vision.”

He watched and brought the cloth to your other cheek.

“I thought it was just… all of this… but it was only when you touched me…”

With another gentle dab, he pulled away.

“But my leg… woah! A good woah.”

Thought bunched his brows and he simply let go of the rag. A mechanical arm you hadn’t seen shot out to catch it and the exchange was so fast you almost weren’t sure you saw it at all. Donnie did a studying sweep before he reached out hesitantly towards your shoulder. You had a budding protest on your lips, but he made contact first and, again, the touch shot through you like lightning.

When you saw Donnie again it was after your eyes had rolled back into place and you caught his brows sky high on his forehead. “Wha-?”

With one hand he made a motion and you felt the appendage between your legs return.

You blew out a shaky breath.

With the other, he curled it carefully to cup your breast.

This time you caught the scream and he didn’t pull away. The buzz rippled through your skin with an established current and it felt like all the wires sourced to your pussy. His thumb flipped the switch that was your nipple and the amps increased. Your heart seemed to skip several beats and only another toying of that sensitive bud reanimated it. Trembling, he let go with a linger of his fingers.

A low moan erupted from you that you twisted to your will. “No…”

A wide eyed stare studied you with a darting pupil.

You sort of registered that while the appendage had replaced itself, it wasn’t actually active. All of those sensations had come from his hand alone. “More… please…!”

His hands wrapped around your waist just under the cuff there and your body thrashed in response. You heard him mumble something that started with ‘over,’ but the rest of the sentence was lost as he stroked downward to your hips. However loud your voice was seemed to reverberate in your ears. His caress felt like a brand and, as he trended lower, a mantra of ‘yes’s spilled from your lips. You heard an audible slap as he smacked the appendage between your legs away and slipped his hand in there.

Whatever stirrings had been coursing through you up until that point did not match the frothing that occurred when his digit split your folds. Your throat burned on the coals that were poured over your body. You ground down helplessly as his ministrations were exact. His thumb rounded your clit as his fingers trended towards your entrance. The beckoning nature of the touch was rhythmic and your bounce to get just a little more of him caused the mechanical arms to give a metallic creak. It spurned you on further and, in one such rock, his digit just barely breached. You wailed as it finally felt like a little of the energy drowning you had found a release point. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. bobbed you back up for a moment and when you came down there was nothing there. You forced your eyes open and couldn’t see Donnie in front of you. You wanted to sob.

It must have been your cries.

They reminded him of that terrible, stupid night.

A manifesto conjured of all the ways he satisfied you, but you had no way to translating it.

Heart sinking, you screwed your eyes shut to keep from crying when you felt a hot lash between your legs.

Snapping your eyes opened you strained to look down and just barely caught a bright pop of purple there.

“Oh, fuck.”

He grabbed your ass and whatever stars you had seen prior burst. Gravity of the supernova collapsed in on itself as his tongue tasted you. The energy burst outward had you screeching again, but this time you were staunchly held in place. The protrusion seemed like a paltry generic compared to the real thing. You might have wondered if that was intentional if you could think of anything beyond Donnie eating you out. There was a recklessness there that couldn’t be replicated no matter how many points of articulation he added. You wanted to crush his head between your thighs for even suggesting something so ridiculous in the first place.

He probed your entrance and all thoughts of violence evaporated under the sheer weight of desire. You needed something, any part of him, inside you. Grinding as much as he’d allow, he finally pumped his tongue inward. Your voice shattered and the contrasting silence was deafening as your muscles desperately reeled him in. Circling the drain, you were done for when one of his hands left the plump of your cheek to skirt your clit. With a single stroke and you came, hard, clear, and concise.

You didn’t know you still had it in you.

Coming down seemed like an impossibility as Donnie’s tongue simply wouldn’t stop. He was determined to lap up every iota of slick from you and a high pitched sound came from you as your body gave up. The fringes of consciousness danced around your vision, but you refused their call. It meant an odd clarity like the eye of a hurricane as Donnie slowed his licking to languid strokes. His tongue nearly encompassed all of you and conjured an odd image of how a mother cat would clean a kitten, tiny, in comparison. Not wanting to linger on that, you forced your eyes open and blearily took in the faded light of the apartment.

It wasn’t necessarily dark, but dim as with each lap you felt your body rock against Donnie’s face. After what seemed like an eternity in limbo, he finally came loose. He rose up and you watched as his tongue lolled down to gather up as much of the splatter that soaked his chin. He got all he could in that manner before reaching up with a thumb to collect the rest. He licked the digit clean before finally, finally looking at you.

You opened your mouth to voice a question, but no sound came out.

Donnie’s impeccable hearing must have caught something because he smirked. “Your earlier ascertain was incorrect.”

It didn’t matter which one, you gave a nod regardless.

“It is not an aversion.” He licked his lips once again. “Instead, I don’t care to stop once I’ve started.”

Your head moved affirmatively again.

His fingers flexed and you realized one hand was still cupping your ass.

He was still holding the bowl.

“There is the very real possibility you would actually be devoured in this way.” His eyes flicked down and you clenched despite how badly it ached.

The muscle flex must have been visible because his pupils widened. You saw the cat again and he shot forward. His lips latched to you and you no longer had it within you to voice your surprise let alone pleasure. The sensation swallowed you whole and, though you were sure you were still awake, you felt afloat on a sea of consciousness. The water was the perfect temperature and felt like silk running over your body. Above you, the sun didn’t burn and the sky was a kaleidoscope of colors. You watched them, mesmerized, as your body rocked to and fro amongst the waves. You wondered if you had or could ever be this serene again in your life.

Things happened very fast and slow after that. At some point whatever was lighting up the sky suffered its own cosmic demise and darkness swallowed up the colored expanse. You felt no fear and instead watched as a coast guard’s boat drifted it’s search light until it found you. It shined in your eyes and you winced. A man’s arm dipped into the water and got a good hold of you. You were then leaning into the stiffness of Donnie’s plastron as the clipped sound of the machine retracted in on itself reached your ears. You mumbled something to him that only sounded like a babble to you.

With a swift exchange, you were easily cradled into one arm and there was a rush of movement as you sleepily nuzzled his hard chest. You hummed affections until you felt the softness of sheets caress your back. You were laid flat and moaned in delight at the feeling before immediately a sore pain shot through every single one of your joints. You didn’t have the strength to recoil and instead stayed very still while tensing your muscles. A hand brushed your cheek and you chased it as your only comfort.

“You see why I projected at least a two day minimum recovery time of bed rest.”

Why did that sound familiar?

“Did I make it?”

That sounded familiar too.

Donnie’s form seemed to turn away. “Current time is 8:37pm.”

You nodded as if that meant anything and the plush nature of the mattress coaxed your lids down. You might have dozed lightly because when you awoke it wasn’t exactly dark, but there wasn’t a lot of light. Panic didn’t flood you and, instead, you traced the faded outline of the ceiling in a daze before you finally tested turning your head. To your right you saw a standing closet and a door that you knew lead to a bathroom. Light wasn’t pouring out of there either, but it wasn’t the dark chasm it should have been. Unable to parse that out, you turned the other way to find Donnie watching you while laying on his stomach.

You smiled at him. “I went on the most amazing trip.”

“A trip, hm?”

You nodded and the sheets felt so good against your cheek. “An island paradise like Tahiti or something.”

“That’s where you were.”

“I’ll take you next time.”

“Air travel is difficult for me.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“How is that?”

“We’ll just put a big hat on you, your sun hat, and they won’t know a thing.”

“Of course, a disguise was the answer that eluded me whole time.” From where his arms were folded under his head, he adjusted so his chin was above his bicep.

He sure was indulging you.

Were you sure this was your Donnie?

With a jellied limb, you flopped the arm closest to him back at the elbow. It landed your hand near him. He looked down at the appendage before his own cage rose up. His fingers crawled out and he just barely caught the tips of yours.

He felt very real.

“I’m sore.”

“Everything will be taken care of. You can rest.”

You looked beyond him to the darkened curtains.

“You should eat.” His arms slid closer to his body as he prepared to get up.

You tugged the pads of his fingers with your eyes locked to the drapery.

Donnie got the message and turned to see what you were looking at.

He had blackouts so it wasn’t that strange, but earlier little pockets of light had spilled in a purposeful way. It could have been fixed, but the rest of the apartment had a dimmed quality as well. Pulling away from him to gets some weight on a weakened elbow, you groaned loudly as you hefted yourself onto your side.

“It’s night.” His gaze returned and there was a taunt quality to him. “You’ve been asleep for several hours. Shall I turn some lights on?”

“It’s not totally dark.”

“There’s a few sources.” Donnie gave your hand a little press before he sat up and made a show of pointing. “My computer’s display is up, there is a nightlight over on the wall here, and another in the bathroom.”

“Earlier the sun was…?”

He watched you for a moment before the question registered. “There’s 3 sets of curtains. The base doesn’t allow light penetration, then a privacy set, and finally a sheer hanging.”

There was a gauzy quality that you could sort of make out. “Seems like a lot.”

Donnie shrugged. “It suits my needs.”

You turned inward and flicked your index finger to make little creases on the cotton.

“No food right now and… I don’t… need the light.”

You watched Donnie perk slightly before he carefully moved to lay down on his own side, mirroring you.

“I’m still aware, but it’s more like… I’ve had this fear for long enough that I’m on edge just waiting for it to happen? It’s not though.”

There was a slow nod across from you.

“I’m sorry, that’s probably not what you hoped to hear…”

“Incorrect. I anticipated that there is no easy solution. The intent was to start forming positive connotations in hopes of reducing future anxiety.”

You gave a hopeless smile. “I know that, it was my idea in the first place.”

Silence filed in.

“I’m not exactly scared. I’m sort of stuck… waiting.”

“If anything comes, I will take care of it.”

“You’re being so gushy, I don’t know what to do with you.”

His snout crinkled in offense, but there was a pantomime nature to it.

“How are you?”

“I’d prefer to have your review before answering.”

“Oh!” Your loose limbs made it easy to swung your free arm up to your forehead to feign fainting. “It was ever so droll so I do fear that you are not in favorable spirits!”

He scolded you with his eyes.

Your hand partially blocked one of your eyes as you dropped the act. “I came so many times that I lost track and towards the end there it was so good I essentially left my body.”

His features relaxed.

“How you feel shouldn’t depend on me.”

His gaze flicked away where his mind seemed to catch something before returning. “The sentiment of which is correct, but in practice that would not be wholly true of either of us.”

You blinked wide.

“My happiness doesn’t depend on you.” He reached out and tapped his finger beside where your hand lay on the bed. “It is supplemented by which.”

Your cheeks felt warm and you extended a finger to him. He quickly met it in a poke. “You haven’t answered.”

“Your review lacked specifics.”

“Donnie if you have a freaking checklist just pull it out and let’s go over it.”

He tensed and you could tell he absolutely had one. He then hesitated with a faint tightness in his brow before it smoothed out. “Tomorrow.”

“So I won’t know how you’ll feel until then? What if you need something?”

His lips didn’t fully part but there was clearly something there.

You weren’t sure if this was a leave it or push scenario. Dropping your gaze to where your digits were still touching, you poked a little harder. “How did this help you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him scan you.

“Before I-” The memory of begging him to touch you surfaced and that reaction would certainly be something you’d be revisiting many times in the future. “-interrupted. B.E.D.F.A.S.T. was supposed to be hands free. In your preamble, I let you slide when you said you wanted it, but you haven’t explained how any of this helped with your fear of touching me.”

The bed shifted as he rooted down. An arm curled under his neck and you got a pleasant shot of how even his arm pit had toning. Once comfortable, he gave a sigh and his cheek squished from where it now perched on his arm. “I see my tech as an extension of myself.”

Realization that he was opening up flooded you with a swirling warmth. You could sense how pivotal this moment was and tried to temper your excitement to fully submerge yourself in it.

“My line otherwise was played up to an extent.” His gaze dropped and you could tell he was cycling through the memory. “While I toyed with the idea of adding actual coordinating receptors, it still felt as though I was the one holding you up and treating you, if I may label it, to ecstasy.”

“That would be pretty accurate...” You nodded and felt as though the heat in your cheeks boiled over to your shoulders.

“You see it differently.”

You toyed with his finger and pushed it to curl. “I hear you and can understand what you mean, but it’s not the same. The model of your tongue, exact or whatever, didn’t…” You moved to look him right in the eye. “It didn’t compare at all. It felt incredible, don’t get me wrong. Full marks, but I’m always going to pick you at the end of the day.”

He quieted and moved his curled digit to hook yours like a lure.

“But it doesn’t matter if I think differently. What matters is how you feel. Not to get ahead of myself, but this-” You gave a little pull to his finger. “-seems like a good sign?”

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly and he moved to look at you. You brightened at the attention and he released your hand to reach out. Your smile dropped into a curious purse as his fingertips cascaded over your cheek. You could feel that there was no hesitation behind the move and when his palm pressed flat to the plump, you also identified the lack of urgency. It was a tender touch without pretext. You sank down into the bed under the weight of adoration.

“Good sign.” You mumbled and resisted the urge to bury your face into the sheets.

He gave a nod of agreement.

Something was on your lips and you opened them to translate it. Whatever it was disappeared as your stomach roared to life and an unconscious embarrassment came with it.

“Still want to put off eating?”

“Apparently not.” You huffed which devolved into a chuckle.

He moved to stand and circled the bed. Expecting him to leave, you watched as he took care in propping you up so you could better see him as he went to the kitchen. Twisting your sheet to release the bubbling emotions from his overt care, you watched as he set to cooking something. You eventually settled in and under a self examination you found you felt clean despite how much you had sweat. In a small decision to yourself and, regardless of how much you loved how considerate he was, you vowed to keep from having to do so much aftercare. He hadn’t bothered to dress you, but you were too comfortable to care about that. The two of you ended up eating several simple, but delicious courses that you barely made it through as being full immediately reminded your body of how exhausted you still were. You slept through until nearly the next afternoon where the curtains were adjusted to let a tranquil amount of light in. Donnie was up and reading, but came to you quickly as you roused.

You found you could move though you were incredibly sore. You took a proper shower and lounged in comfortable clothes for the rest of the day together. You laughed at the initial length of Donnie’s checklist review, but found the banter it cooked up to be pretty interesting as he was open to answering technical question. He was, however, extremely dodgy about both where his bed had disappeared to and how it had magically manifested afterward. You’d made a game of slipping the question in throughout the day and comfortable coexistence carried you to delivery dinner. You littered his coffee table with takeout boxes and curled up when he was the one to suggest watching a movie. Playing down your excitement, you chose one of your favorites without telling him. He gave it proper attention and afterward you were pleased to find him thoughtful and interested in the characters. He had some logistic questions that you were able to answer and you blessed bonus features.

Eventually after relaxing together on the couch to scroll your respective phones, you stood and gave a big stretch. Donnie lowered his device and you pushed the coffee table out of the way so you could comfortably stand in front of him. He pocketed his device and you held your hands out to him. He took them and you leaned back with all your weight to lift him up. It was obvious he simply stood, but he let you have your moment before he released one of your appendages. It caused you to swing back away from him before he turned the move into a twirl. He caught your waist after two rotations and you stared up at him with a fizzing in your chest at his open playfulness. He kept your tether and followed through with the question you hadn’t voiced of going to bed.

The domestic nature drowned your brain in dopamine and you made the conscious decision to lose your pants despite not expecting anything to happen. Donnie raised a questioning brow that you brushed off saying it’d be easier to sleep with them and that your oversized shirt covered what need be. He had chuckled and took to his side of the bed where you soon joined him. For awhile you faced each other in as close a version to dark as he allowed. Again you felt the wariness crop up, but it amounted to only a precipice that you eventually forgot as the two of you talked genially about this and that. Sleep fought for supremacy as your body was still in repair mode. Not wanting to miss a moment you resisted until Donnie put his foot down. You drifted off quickly after that into the lull of a comfortable void.

Until there was a nip.

It was a flash of teeth that seemed without origin or malice.

It sent a thrill through you as it happened again.

Care was taken as large hands encapsulated your knees and urged you to part them. You opened up like a flower and watched the wet slick of a tongue dart out over hungry lips. Aching with anticipation, there was an inching forward where tired eyes that never seemed to lose their bags watched you in a ravenous darkness. A snout pressed right to your center and the heat exuded as he breathed you in set your skin aflame. That tongue reappeared with a testing lap. He sent compliments to the chef with a flick of his gaze before he dove in. To contrast his famished nature, he savored you like a fine wine. Whatever tasting notes he picked up, he clearly liked as he tried to take up as much of you with his mouth alone. It had you clawing to keep from grabbing him and shoving him impossible deeper between your legs.

Ramping up in the perfect rising action, you felt the climax approaching. His meal hit a titular course and before he took his final bite he pulled away. Your eyes flew to him in desperation as you were left dangling when you very much needed to fall. His gaze defined wicked as his lips glistened with your essence.

“Little rabbit, do you think I’d let my prey away that easily? I’m just enjoying the chase.”

He dipped down to only press a kiss to your heat before his tongue mercifully wrapped around your clit. You screamed and with a start your eyes opened.

It was dark.

Not fear, but confusion sent your gaze spinning as you could still feel the heat between your legs.

Your position was wrong. Why were you on your side?

It took several seconds to register you were in Donnie’s bed and facing away from him.

It took more for you to reach down and find the flood between your legs.

After that it was easy to put together: you’d had a sex dream.

With no climax.

Bitterly, you moved to roll onto your back and threw the hand with soaked fingers above the sheets to keep from spreading the slick. The faintest outline of the ceiling stared back and you gave a breathy pout. A tongue ghosted between your legs in an unrelenting reel and you turned to see the cause of your desire.

Beside you, Donnie was on his side facing your direction with his jaw was slack. His lips covered his teeth and a tiny bit of drool was in the corner of his mouth along with the faintest peak of that tongue. Any heat you would have had at the sight of it was completely overwhelmed by something else.

He was asleep.

Your eyes widened and you could feel your pupil expand to take up as much data as you could in the dark.

Just as you hypothesized, he looked completely different than you had ever seen him. His shoulders slumped awkwardly. His shell was barely visible over said joint where he was half twisted forward while his hips tipped the other way. You could only see the shape through the sheet, but his legs were clearly kicked in two different directions.

You took a sharp inhale and your hands flew to your mouth in an attempt to smother it. There was still a tackiness there that you ignored and watched anxiously as Donnie’s brow wrinkled ever so slightly. His lips came together and he did a dry swallow before his face relaxed once again.

You could hear a chorus of trumpets.

You hadn’t woken him.

Giddy, you blew out through your fingers the breath you had been holding it. Your cunt protested your joy with a throb and you rolled your eyes. You weren’t getting back to sleep with that sensation between your legs, so you took great care in rolling back over. You had just made it into your original position and were plotting how best to get to the bathroom when you heard a little stutter in Donnie’s breathing. It stopped yours and you tensed as a sniff turned into tiny little snuffles. There was then a deep guttural rumble before you heard the glossed noise of his lips parting.

“Wha…?”He uncharacteristically slurred and his voice was so low you wouldn’t have heard it were you not holding your breath. He tested the air again and this time his inhales were metered. “Y/N.”

He was still quiet enough that you could play it off, but excitement took hold. You diluted it as much as you could to give the smallest response. “Yeah?”

“Your…” He slid on the sheets as he moved in to take another sniff.

You wondered if he even realized he hadn’t finished his sentence. “Yeah…”

The bed dipped and he was so very close to your back. Your heart raced as he lifted the sheet around your hips and was no doubt assaulted by the scent of your arousal.

“I… uh…” Your muscles reflexively clenched. “Dreamed… of you.”

He grunted and you weren’t sure he understood as he dug his nose just under your ear. Goosebumps exploded on your skin as his plastron pressed flush against you and one of his arms came around your waist. There was a clumsiness to his movements that said he was still chock full of sleep. He unabashedly scented down your hairline before burying his snout into the base of your neck.

You leaned into him and his tongue darted out in a swipe over the skin there. You squirmed as his hand drifted down to fist the end of your shirt and get it out of the way. It did nothing but enhance the flood as he skirted the edge of your underwear before stumbling fingers got under the band. Once he succeeded he went right to the source and barely touched you before he hissed.

“Really?” The heft to get the words out pressed his fingers deep into your folds. “After all that you still managed-?”

A throaty moan escaped you as he curled his digits.

He tensed and nosed your shirt over so he could nip the crook of your neck. “Insatiable.”

You could only nod as his fingers cascaded downward. The slick was too much and he slipped right inside you before you assumed he meant to as his movements stuttered.

You gasped and were careful to place your spread fingers over his arm. He pumped his finger deeper and you took it as a good ahead to grab him. His digit began to curl, but it wasn’t enough so you tugged hard on his appendage which forced him right up into your g-spot. Relief tossed your head back and he broke away from the hickey he was working into your throat. “Needy… So needy.”

You hummed agreement and pulled on his arm again. He responded by using it to pull you tighter against him before a second digit joined the first. You moaned desperately as your toes curls.

“This scent…” His thick voice carried a scolding tone as he licked a stripe over whatever skin he could get his mouth on.

“For you.” The sound twisted out as you rocked against his hand.

He slowed, pressing his fingers down to the knuckle.

Your body helplessly tried to drink him in deeper.

“Even in your sleep…?”

“I want you.” You tried to ground down, but his otherwise unused trapped hand somehow wormed its way between your hip and the mattress. He used it to hold you steady. “Always.”

“You want me?” In a slow drag he pulled his fingers all the way out until just the tips barely skirted you.

“So much!” It took the all the final shreds of your focus not to shout. “Can’t you see how much?”

He stiffened and prodded your entrance in a small stroke.

“Feel how much?”

He scissored you open carefully.

“Smell how much?” You let go of his arm to throw yours behind his head and hold him.

His body curled into you impossibly close and his fingers pulled away. A whimper died on your lips as he leaned over you momentarily to grab your knee. He then coaxed you to bend it and spread to give him better access. You instantly complied and this time when he shoved his hand into your underwear he did so with precision that yanked the cotton away as much as your spread would allow it. His fingers sank right back into you with a clarity that said he was very much awake now. “You.”

“I want you.” You poured yourself back against him as he finger fucked you.

“After…” He let out a shaky breath. “Everything?

“I want you!” Your voice peaked as he found a tantalizing rhythm against that bundle of nerves inside.

He sped up and the arm crushed between you and the mattress finally found the other side. It lifted you and he shoved it up under the already pushed up shirt. He palmed the first breast he could get his hands on aggressively and tipped you back until you were nearly on top of him. His ministrations sped up and within it you timed your reminders of how much you desired him. The mantra only stuttered as he ripped your collar with his teeth alone to make room enough for him to bite you. It broke your ability to make words as that dreamy high became a reality. With his mouth still around you, a growl you could only identify as possessive leaked through his teeth and brought you to climax.

With several targeted pumps, he let you ride out clenching his fingers and you vibrated before going slack. The remnants of your orgasm clung to him and he lapped carefully at the bite mark he left.

You now had a matching pair on each shoulder.

You came down with a happy titter and lids growing heavier by the second. “Thank you.”

“Y/N…” There was something there, something pointed, raw, and nervous.

You squirmed as best you could to see him.

You needed to see him.

He seemed to understand and he pulled the arm out from under you which shifted him so he was hovering over you slightly.

You looked right into his eyes. “Not just sex. Always. I meant that.”

Whatever it was, that was the right response. In the comfortable dark his eyes held a particular sheen.

“I still want you.” You told him clearly.

He dipped down to press his lips yours. It wasn’t one of need, but instead gratitude and the faintest hint of iron.

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Hank and His Supernatural Mafia, 10/10

Oh hey it’s only been 8 years since I last updated. Previous chapters here. I’ll do a longer note eventually but for now thank you @toothpastecanyon for the prompt that turned into the final chapter, and @marypsue for everything, as always.

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The most dangerous man in Portland sat in an uncomfortable seat in a Greyhound station. In the past he would have been walking around, looking out the windows, getting endless rounds of bad free coffee…

But it had only been a few months since he had left the hospital and his shattered knee was still tender, still healing towards… not what it used to be, but better than where he was at now.

It was a weird liminal space, being newly disabled. He was out of the hospital with the initial shock fading, and his new, permanent reality settling in-

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Next to Hank sat the most dangerous man in North America.

“Nah, just woolgathering. This was a good visit dad.”

Hank’s dad smiled, and Hank suddenly was struck by the crows feet, the hair that was starting to become more grey than red, all the little things he didn’t see living in the Shack but were so screamingly obvious now.

“Sure you don’t want to take the airplane home?” Hank asked as the board showed yet another delay added to the bus going to Bend.

Henry smiled wanly. “He’s been hovering around your sister at the house. Frankly I love your uncle dearly but I could use some space.”

Hank winced. He knew why Uncle Dipper had been hovering, knew that as soon as Dad got home Dipper would be by ‘just checking in!’

The reason that he had managed to avoid talking about after the initial conversation in his hospital bed, and the subsequent all family visits and solo family member visits and-

“It’s not going away son.”

Hank was tempted for a long second to ask “what won’t go away?” but the mutual aid society he accidentally made now had a body count, so he just sighed and said, “I know Dad.”

Henry put his hand on Hank’s still healing knee, but gently. His hand was warm and the touch felt better than Hank expected. “Can you talk about it?”

Peak dad. Not “want” but “can.”

The time on the board said the time to bend was now coming in 618 minutes. An improvement from 666 minutes, Hank supposed, but not by much.

Hank sighed and Henry gave him a rueful look. “I know. You’d rather not. But it’s important. Trust me.”

Hank considered the cold burning fire in Dad’s open chest cavity, the antlers crowned with bloody hands, the funeral black and bare feet and-

“Wait, seriously? Is this a dream? Did Uncle Dipper arrange this? We couldn’t have had this talk on the phone?”

Hank’s voice rose higher and higher as he talked and he felt his cheeks heat and wait, was he getting upset? Yes. Yes he was.

Henry folded his arms over his chest, unbothered by his burning heart.

“This is dream. But your uncle has nothing to do with this-”

Hank didn’t ask how his dad was here- and he really was here- because he already knew.

“-And we have tried to do this over the phone. But you have ignored your sisters’ calls, you have been curt with your grand-uncle and your mother.”

(the room grew cold)

“I understand your reluctance to discuss your feelings. It is hard for me to do so as well. But I will not have you bottling this up inside of you and I will not have you taking this out on the people you love. That is not who you are Hank.”

“I…I really don’t want to.”

Did he just say that, oh my god Hank did not mean to actually say that.

“Well son, considering you are a leader now, you do not have that luxury.”

The priest’s collar was on his dad’s neck and while his dad’s form was still mostly human, Hank knew that he was now in the court of the Woodsman. No getting out of this then.

“Fine, but this bus station is going to need a Peets in here, I need better coffee for this.”

His regular Peets order appeared in his hand, while Dad had the mug Mom made him, the one that read “Trees make me horny!”

Hank opened his mouth. He froze. That had been part of the problem because obviously he knew he needed to talk about it but starting was hard and he didn’t know how to thaw and flow and-

“How did it feel?

“How did what feel?

“When you killed the Master of Portland.”

And now they were back in that room except this time instead of the Crew watching him anxiously, watching him fight for all of their futures, it was just Dad, just Dad who saw Nicholai slam the hammer down twice, once on each knee-

Hank felt it shatter again, and Henry felt it too, felt as Hank’s heart sank because he wasn’t afraid to die but Christ he was afraid of what would be left behind, what Nicholai would do to his friends, would do to his town, would do to Vivi-

“It didn’t hurt,” Hank managed to say. “I mean, it did, obviously, but I didn’t register it. Everything was happening all at once and I didn’t have time to be hurt, I didn’t have time to scream, I needed to be back on my feet.”

“And then your uncle was there.”

Hank winced. “I still don’t know if I did the right thing. I’m worried me asking for his aid will cause problems down the line.”

Dad didn’t say anything for a second.

Dad didn’t say anything for a minute.

The temperature of the waiting room dropped twenty degrees while Dad was sitting silent and Hank was trying to figure out what was wrong before finally Dad managed to grit out-”

“Forrest Henry Pines, you would have died without the intervention of your uncle. I don’t know what he would have done if you had died. I-” and this time it was Dad’s turn to look down. “-I don’t know what I would have done if you had died. I understand where you are coming from son, but please remember going forward that as responsible as you are, you are a brother, a partner, a nephew and a son. Those hold weight as well.”

He was right. But Hank couldn’t say anything, just watch as his uncle glided in, Death himself entering the ring. Nicholai had tried to say something about breaking the rules of combat, but it wasn’t Uncle Dipper who had said something but-

(watch this dad)

(“Really Nicholai? Are you really going to raise a fuss about this? How gauche.”

Lucy Ann strode into the ring, all two feet eleven inches of her, and even as Hank almost bit through his tongue from the effort of trying not to scream, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as Lucy Ann finally stepped up.

“The Eldest. The Eldest is here-” The other members of Nicholai’s seethe looked ready to kneel as Lucy Ann made her Presence known.

“Eldest one-” Nicholai began in his most obsequious voice, but Lucy Ann raised a hand and the voice died in his throat.

“Can it asshole. I don’t want to hear about interference. You and I both know Hank fights his own battles.”

“But the Dreambender-”

“Will not enter into this fight on Hank’s behalf, is that correct Alcor?”

Uncle Dipper was clenching his hands and biting his lip so hard that blood bloomed on his chin and on his gloves but he managed to nod.

“See?”

“He will provide aid however and-”

“And do we want to talk about the babies I saw here tonight Nicholai?”

Nicholai was putting up a good show against Lucy Ann, even though he reeked of fear, but finally he paused. “What children Lucy Ann?”

Lucy Ann grinned and her teeth were red, dark dark blood red. “The ten to fifteen teenagers you turned for tonight.” She licked her teeth and suddenly the smile was gone and if Hank thought Uncle Dipper was dangerous, right here and now, he was no match for a woman who had survived several thousand years in the body of a small child.

“They had no reason, no thoughts, nothing of them left because they had been starved. The only blood I could smell inside of them was their own and it had curdled in their veins. What maker does that to his own children, Nicholai?

“I-” Nicholai looked around, and even though he had chosen his seethe for sycophants and people he could terrorize easily, even they were looking away because well..

even among murderers there were some things you would not, should not, do.)

Lucy Ann and the crowd melted away (though not without Lucy Ann giving Hank a wink that she did not do during the actual fight) and it was just Hank and Dad again, watching a shadow of an event.

“What happened next son?” Not that Dad didn’t know what happened next already, because Hank had given him the bare bones in the hospital, but Hank needed the cue to keep going, so...

“Uncle Dipper... he told me I had some choices. And that they wouldn’t be easy ones.” Hank took a deep breath.

“Dad... Uncle Dipper was sweating blood. It... it scared me.”

It felt like the last few words ripped out of him but it was true. Hank wasn’t scared of Uncle Dipper- he never could, he never would- but this was the first time he saw his Uncle’s limits, the first time he was scared on Dipper’s behalf.

His Uncle, sweating blood and panting like a horse, with claws that kept growing and retracting, the whites of his eyes showing all around his pupils before turning black black black as Dipper tried and tried and failed and failed to think of any kind of deal that would heal Hank’s knees and not cost Hank his soul.

“He didn’t say it at the time, but I knew. If I had broken them at home, it would have cost me something significant, but we could have done it. But here, in the basement, in the fight.... there was too much riding on this. So the cost was greater.”

“What did he offer you son?”

“My soul for both knees to be healed....Or-” Hank paused. It still hurt. It was the right decision, it was the best thing that Dipper could do it saved them all

“Or?”

“He could heal one knee, numb the pain for me until I did what I had to do.... but the other knee would forever be damaged. That every day I would wake in some kind of pain.”

Dad said nothing. The quiet extended as they watched Hank gasp out his agreement, lift a shaking hand to his uncle’s, and Dipper lending Hank his cane to stand, unbowed and pain free, albeit with only one working leg, to face Nicholai again.

The tableau after that paused, and it stayed paused and Hank looked at his Dad and

“Dad?”

Death was next to him, and the edges of the dream were beginning to go fuzzy.

“Dad, Dad please, don’t blame Uncle Dipper, he was doing the best he could.”

Dad looked at him, and it was like the time Hank and his sisters had stumbled upon a mother bear in the woods, that split second of deciding if they were not a threat or if she was going to maul them .

His father’s eyes, in that moment, had considerably less reason in them.

“I promise Dad, it’s a headache that goes away with coffee, it’s knee pain I can treat, it sucks but it’s manageable Dad please-”

Hank took his father’s hand, the one that hadn’t turned into wood and cutting metal, and squeezed it, even though it was so cold it blistered his skin.

“Please let me finish.”

The Woodsman looked at Hank, then looked away. Hank politely ignored the squelching sounds until it was just his father again, next to him.

“My apologies Hank. I let the anger get the best of me.”

“It’s okay Dad, I understand.”

“I will be having words with your Uncle when I get home though.”

“And I’m glad I’m going to be on the other side of the state for that,” Hank said truthfully, which managed to surprise a laugh out of his dad.

It was a little easier now, to keep going, so they turned back to the tableau before them.

“What happened next Hank?”

“I looked at my watch. And I had stalled long enough.”

The entire night, Hank and his friends had fought multiple foes throughout Nicholai’s mansion, winning some battles, but retreating and retreating until they were cornered in this ballroom, conveniently large enough for a battle to the death.

So had Nicholai thought twenty minutes earlier, as he had triumphantly come into the room with his flunkies, prepared to wipe out the Dinner Crew once and for all.

He had no idea though, that this was all according to plan.

“I told everyone, stall as long as they could, stretch out every fight until it was too dangerous for them, and to follow the map.”

“The map?”

Hank grinned.

“Teena and Damara and their families were forced for years to be Nicholai’s errand people. They knew every nook and cranny of that asshole’s mansion. So we knew where we needed to corner him. And then....”

Hank paused, and he and his father watched the scene. Nicholai, gloating because despite this reprieve, he was still so clearly going to win.

Nicholai’s taunts sputtering to a stop, as he saw the expression on Hank’s face and oh wow, Hank did not realize he was smiling when it happened. He just remembered feeling shit scared

(but that wasn’t true)

and heart sick at what he was going to have to do

(no, he wasn’t. because)

Hank threw his bat upwards, to the ceiling. It flew true, and hit a certain spot in the ceiling that Teena’s clan had spent a month sawing at, two or three minutes at a time to avoid notice.

It came crashing down, and wow, it was later in the morning than Hank realized because sunlight came flooding in, directly over Nicholai’s head.

Nicholai barely had time to scream before the burning began. Hank felt like he was going to be sick, his stomach churned

(his stomach churned with satisfaction because it worked, his plan worked)

The room had been silent, so utterly silent, as Hank watched Nicholai burn to ashes at his feet.

“Is that it?”

Hank couldn’t look his father in the eyes.

“No Dad. No it wasn’t.”

Hank bent down. The pain was already excruciating, but he had to see this through, had to finish. Ben offered a backpack that was comically oversized for his tiny body, and from it Hank took out a brush and a bag, and quickly swept Nicholai’s ashes in. Using Ben’s arm as a support, he managed to get back up to his feet, and croaked, “Outside, now.”

Nicholai’s underlings had obeyed him without question. That felt bad

(right)

but they at least led him to the quickest way outside.

While one team had worked on the roof, another, led by Toby, had been preparing the sidewalk outside, chipping away until two or three panels had been clipped away.

“Is the mix ready?” Hank had asked.

Toby nodded, and it was Vivi who had brought over the massive barrel of cement mix, wet with the paint stick still inside.

She looked at Hank for a second, taking in his wounds, taking in what he had done, what he was about to do.

But she didn’t look away.

Hank took the bag of Nicholai’s ashes, and dumped them in the cement mix. He tried to stir, and managed a turn or two before Lucy Ann gently but firmly moved him aside, and finished the job, not stopping until the ashes were thoroughly incorporated in. Oonagh, Nnedi, and all the other endless amounts of selkie cousins took the bucket, and poured it out on the ground, quickly spreading and smoothing it out.

There was silence again. There was one last thing to do.

Vivi and Dipper were at his sides this time, helping him down enough to run a finger through the cement, writing his full name, for the world to see. Once Hank was helped up, it was a gentle melee as the two dozen Crew members who had been a part of the infiltration all signed their names on their handiwork.

Mindy, the last, still couldn’t manage her name, but did blow a big burst of flame, hot enough to dry the sidewalk almost instantly.

It was that point that Hank, full body shaking from the pain, finally felt safe enough to pass out.

And he was back in the bus station, and he had a croissant in his hands in addition to a refill on his coffee. “So yeah. That’s what happened.”

His father looked at him, then looked at the mug in his hands for a long moment.

The long moment stretched into a minute stretched into two minutes before Hank couldn’t take it any longer and asked “Um, Dad? What... what’s going on? Are you upset at me?”

Dad started, then shook his head. “No. No son, I am not upset at you. To be honest, I don’t know how I feel about all of this.”

Maybe it was childish, but Hank’s mouth dropped a bit. “Wait, really?”

“I’ll probably need a while to process it.” Dad must have seen the look on Hank’s face, because he huffed out a little chuckle and went on. “Look Hank, if you and Vivi have kids you will find that sometimes they utterly, absolutely, flabbergast you. This is one of those times.” Dad looked at Hank’s face and took pity on him.

“Let’s try this a different way: how do you feel Hank?”

“Like I never want to do that again. That was the worse thing I’ve ever done.”

Henry’s nostrils flared. “That’s a tiny part of it, but that’s not all of it. Tell me son. We are not leaving until this wound is all the way lanced.”

This is why it always sucked when you got in trouble with Dad, Hank remembered. Mom would get mad and creatively ground you, but everything was over and forgotten in thirty seconds. Dad? Dad thought about things. And you. And what you did.

He couldn’t look his father in the eye.

Finally he managed to get out, “Dad, it felt good.”

“Mmm. How so?”

“It felt good my plan worked. It felt good that Nicholai was gone. It felt good that I killed him and he would never hurt anyone ever again. It felt good that I was right, that I was in the right. It felt good to have everyone looking up to me. And-”

Hank took a drink of coffee, to quell the sudden dryness in his throat, and it tasted bitter, bitter bitter all the way down.

“I know Mom and Stan and Dipper have all said... that our family has a dark side. That we need to watch for it. That it runs in our blood. And what if it’s that? What if-”

Suddenly his Dad’s hand was on his shoulder, giving it a small but firm squeeze. “Son, may I stop you there for one second?”

“Um, sure?”

“I’m going to tell you something that no Pines wants to hear, not your uncle, not your mother, and most of all not your Grunkle Stan.”

“Uh-” Hank was totally lost now.

“The ‘Pines Dark Streak’“ and wow did Dad always have a talent for not only audibly announcing Capital Letters but also in speech quotation marks-

“-Hank, that’s bullshit.”

What.

“What?”

His dad gave his shoulder a gentle, almost condescending pat. “That’s just something your Grunkle Stan made up to justify both the horrible things he had to do in his life to survive and to rationalize the behavior of his father.”

“Uh-”

“And then your mom and uncle latched onto it because it makes them feel better about the things they choose to do.”

Hank, for once at a total loss for words, finally managed to squeak out, “Dad that’s really uh, observant for you.”

“I’m your dad’s subconscious who is just putting together a lot of little clues he’s noticed over the years, and am able to better articulate it in this liminal space we find ourselves. Also your uncles and your mother are not subtle people.”

“So...not therapy then.“

“No, why?”

Hank resolved to find a good therapist for himself after this dream was over.

"Look, I’m not just saying that to be unkind, though I have worried about what extent you children have internalized that, and I will be having talks with your sisters some time after this... No, Hank-”

His father gently took Hank by the chin, to look him in the eyes.

“Forrest Henry Pines, you are ambitious. You are ruthless. And you are capable of great cruelty and viciousness-”

Hank wanted to cry.

“-but that is not all of who you are, those are only the small parts of you, leashed by the parts of you that are good, that are kind, that seek to help others around you. So you leash those feelings. You put it in the service of your friends and family and those you love, which you have already been doing. You leash it, and you take responsibility for your actions, which again you have done and will continue to do.”

Hank’s dad leaned in to kiss him on the forehead.

“Go freely my son. Go freely and gently forward, and know you have my blessing.”

They sat like that for a minute, heads touching, Hank crying, and tears going down the face of his father as well.

Finally, Hank noticed that his coffee had grown cold, the edges of his vision had grown fuzzy, and the loudspeaker was announcing that the bus to Gravity Falls had arrived.

“There will be consequences for your actions son,” Henry said, somewhat regretfully as they parted and his dad picked up his suitcase.

Hank had already been running through the socio-politico-cultural implications for days, but still asked, “Like what?“

“Like that you are going to call your mother and tell her what you did when you wak-”

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The sun was shining through the windows as Hank blearily opened his eyes.

In the kitchen he could here Toby whistling as he attempted to make pancakes in their tiny apartment set up, and Lucy Ann talking with Vivi about observations Lucy Ann had made among the other kindergartners.

The sheets smelt clean. His knee was in agony, but already it was fading down to something more annoying than anything else. The sky was blue.

He wasn’t sure why, but something in him prompted him to gently roll over, and pick up his cell phone.

He owed his mom, and his sisters, the truth.

#transcendence au #seiya writes!

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Hold me Without Hurting me

Chapter 9: Nettleseed and Next steps

A/N: In which an old friend fills your life with flowers again, along a bumpy sided road.

Pairings: Ceo!Jay × Ceo!fem!reader, includes rest of Enhypen and certain other groups

Warnings: angst-fluff, hurt/comfort, friends to enemies to fake dating to enemies to lovers, Mentions of food and alcohol, swearing, jay comfort, nothing much but it's a bumpy story.

Story prompt: If I had a flower for every time I fell in love with you, I would walk in my garden forever. (This story is based on the language of flowers.)

A/N: it's really short cause my brain couldn't write anything more but I promise the next one will be longer. And more fluffier hehehe

SERIES MASTERLIST

From Saturn to Mars. A long distance it seems. According to the math, it is made up of some complicated numbers. But when you look at it, when you hear it coming out of Jay's mouth, like a prayer, a carefully memorized poem, it seemed too close to be true.

It wouldn't be a lie if you said that you missed the times you had with Jay, two lost teenagers in the middle of summer, sipping away on cherry cokes and devising plans of the future. Now the future seemed too close, too quick. Too fast coming. It seemed that all those years you've spent yearning for this time, had faded away in the blink of an eye. And it all felt useless, as you saw Jay sleeping on the couch, arms folded and face tranquil as dew.

You quietly slipped out of his room, making sure to take all your belongings and leaving a note for Jay. He usually didn't sleep in, but it seemed that last night's shenanigans had worn him out. Your feet ached as you dragged yourself back to your room, trying to not to fall down in ghe elevator ride.

"Woah Y/N hey." The elevator doors opened on your floor to reveal Sunghoon, dressed elegantly in a purple suit. "Oh hey Hoonie." You smiled at him, taking the grateful hand he had offered and stepping out the elevator. Sunghoon gently guided you back to the door of your room.

"Oh I saw your assistant in the morning." Sunghoon sat down on the couch, as you plopped onto the one opposite him, "He was with Jay's assistant." You held your head in your hands and leaned back, basically sleeping on the couch. "They must have had fun last night, what with me spending the night in that asshole's room." You grumbled, as Sunghoon looked at you with pity.

"Sunoo told me about your agreement." He chuckled, "Somehow he managed to find out that you two aren't actually dating." Your eyes widened at Sunghoon's words. "Park Sunghoon if you even dare tell anyone-" "Oh shush you know I won't tell anyone." Sunghoon cut your words off, pouring himself a glass of water. You rolled your eyes and gently massaged your feet, wincing at the sunlight coming in from the open curtains. Dusty curtains, more like.

"You know in my amazing opinion-" Sunghoon suddenly started, "I think Jay actually likes you."

Sunghoon was thankful that you didn't have a knife in your premises, as you threw a pillow at him with surprising accuracy. "It's just an opinion!" Sunghoon defended himself as you prepared to throw another pillow. "A dumb opinion!" You threw the pillow anyway, this time time missing Sunghoon's head by an inch.

"Give me the evidence for your so called amazing opinion and I'll consider it." You crossed your arms and frowned, tapping your foot on the ground. Sunghoon stuck his tongue out at you and leaned back, crossing his arms in a similar manner.

"Girl come on." He raised a brow at you, "You really think a man who is just dating you for business purposes would defend you like that? Like he did last night? Most people would have just left it for you to solve out the pickle on your own." Your eyes softened at Sunghoon's words as you considered it for a moment. True, he had defended you in a way which most people wouldn't. It reminded you of the way he fought for you in ninth grade. The memory still brings a smile to your face, as you think back to the moment your bully's face was stuffed with mud, and how you and Jay ran all the way home, only to be caught by his mother.

"Still Hoonie. How do I assume he likes me just from that?" You drawled, feeling your stomach slightly grumble. It was already 9 in the morning and your breakfast usually came at 7. Sunghoon smiled at you and pulled out his phone, frantically scrolling through whatever content was open on his phone. "What in the hell are you doing Park Sunghoon." You groaned, lifting yourself up forcefully and dragging your body over to his seat to take a peak at his phone.

"I was going to come over to your seat but alright. Suit yourself then." He grumbled as you nudged closer to him, basically shoving him off of the couch. "Here." Sunghoon shoved the phone into your hands. The screen displayed a text conversation, which you peered to read because of Sunghoon's dangerously low screen light.

"Wait a minute-" you furrowed your brows in concentration as you read the contact name, "Jay Park? As in our Jay Park?" Sunghoon chuckled.

"You really didn't notice? Similar last names, pretty faces. He's my cousin." You widened your eyes as your jaw dropped in awe. You must have stared at Sunghoon for a long time before he snapped his fingers in front of you and directed your eyes back to the conversation.

"This is why I really believe he does like you." Sunghoon stated as your eyes fell upon the messages. Flowers, museums, perfumes, all conversations about your favourite things of which Jay was basically interrogating Sunghoon about.

"You should probably take a look at this one." Sunghoon scrolled down to the last message.

Jay - I think I'll tell her about how I truly feel today.

Your heart almost stopped as you read the message. 'Truly feel'? That sounded straight out of a cheesy 20's rom com.

"Well you should probably get going Y/Nnie." Sunghoon clapped his hands together, "He's planning to take you to the flower shops today."

The sunlight hit your face painfully through the open windows as you changed into new clothes. The idea of opening the curtains to quote unquote 'let some sunlight in', was definetly a bad one.

Jungwon had returned to your room in the morning, with his cheeks the colour of wine and his smile as bright as morning glory. His dimples were on wide display as he bowed to you and basically jumped onto a trampoline when you had asked him what had happened with Kayla.

His words of 'she asked for my number' and 'I am so in love with her Ma'am.' went over your head as your thoughts swivelled around what you saw in Sunghoon's messages. Getting the fact into your mind that your college best friend and the man who broke you into a million shards was a hard one. Getting the fact that Jay said 'about how he truly feels' to Sunghoon? Possibly the hardest thing you've ever had to stuff into your mind.

"Ma'am?" Jungwon peeked his head through the door as you ran through the last steps of your makeup, "Mr Park is here." With a pop of your lips, you got up from your seat and swung your bag around your shoulder, walking out the door to meet Jungwon. "Please tell me we don't have a meeting today." You sighed, taking the file he had handed you. Jungwon meekly shook his head as a blush crept up to his cheeks.

"What is it Jungwon? Your ears are bright red." You laughed, pointing at his tomato ears as you put your heels on. "Well I was wondering-" Jungwon began with his speech, "If you could allow me to stay out a little longer with Kayla today Ma'am? I-I really wanna make a good impression for her." You smiled gently at Jungwon's request and nodded your head, clapping your hand to his back in celebration. "Finally going to impress your mother with a girl eh?" You joked to which Jungwon's ears seemed to become less red.

You were dressed casually today, white sundress, draped with a beautiful golden chain with dangled from the crevices of your neck, drawing attention to your hair as well. Less sexier than what you had worn yesterday, you thought, but all for the best incase another 'emergency meeting' popped up.

"Y/N." Jay bowed as soon as you propped the door open. You nearly froze as you laid your eyes on him. Handsome seemed to have been a word unworthy of describing him at the moment as he fixed his watch slowly and adjusted his loose blue polo shirt. The marble white trousers he had on seemed to sharpen his curves even more, making him look like the Jay you yearned for years ago. It was a more casual look, one you'd wear for picking up a basket of bread, or accidentally stepping on the neighbour's cat's tail and apologizing to it frantically as your best friend looked on, laughing at you.

"Jay." You responded, realising that you had been staring at him for too long. If it hadn't been for Jay reaching behind his back, you wouldn't have seen Kayla quietly giggling and stealing glances at Jungwon behind you. You hid your smile in your heart, young love was always so sweet. Pity you never had it.

"Shall we go then?" Jay cleared his throat, as you reached your hand forward to enclose in his, making a clear motion for your little party to start moving downstairs.

An interesting day it would be, you thought, trying not to take in Jay's intoxicating perfume.

#jay park #parl jay #enhypen park jongseong #enhypen park jay imagines #enha #enhypen #jay fic #jay angst #jay fluff #park jay fluff #park jay angst #bye bye now

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finniestoncrane · 10 months

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Your One True Nemesis

Chapter 29: also on AO3 Masterlist Here Arkham!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2k this man can fit so much angst and self-loathing in the guise of egotism in him 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: angst and pining

It was almost noon by the time you woke up. Everything felt more casual now. Like you’d passed a point in your relationship with Eddie, if that’s what you could call it. Perhaps a better term was arrangement. But either way, it felt like you could be yourself a bit more, stand up for yourself. If you wanted to take the morning to catch up on sleep, then you would. What was Eddie going to do? Dislike you more? Insult you more? Maybe he’d apologise again like he did the other day.

As you remembered that moment, you replayed it in your head. Had he meant it as a genuine apology? A statement of regret, for how he had made you feel. Or for how he had made you react to his words. Was he sorry that you had gotten angry with him? Uttering the word in confusion and shock at your sudden ability to speak up. Or was he simply excusing himself? He left the room immediately once he had uttered that one word, so there was every chance that he was just making a polite exit from a situation he either no longer wanted to be in or felt he was above, or both.

Stepping out of your room, you entered the living space, shocked to find Eddie sitting at the table with his breakfast. Obviously, in your absence, he would have had to prepare his meals for himself. He did it all the time before he knew you, so it wasn’t entirely ridiculous to assume he could do it himself, but it felt like you had been replaced, almost. That one of the few things you could, or did, do for him was no longer needed. Trying to avoid any awkward or confrontational conversations, you poured yourself a coffee and sat down at the table across from him.

“I’ll make lunch today.”

“Yes. That would be a good idea.”

He didn’t look at you, he didn’t even look up, and you couldn’t contain your irritation with his flippant attitude.

“You know, you could just say thank you.”

“For what? The bare minimum? You haven’t even done it yet, why should I thank you in advance for something you might forget to do, or make a disaster of.”

Slamming the coffee mug on the table with, liquid spilling over the edges at the upset, you leaned back in your chair with your arms now folded.

“I could just as easily leave again, Eddie.”

You watched him continue eating after the briefest of pauses, where he might have been considering a retort, or a snide come back, but chose to sit in silence instead. Sipping at your coffee, you stole glances at him, waiting to see if he would decide to speak, if he would apologise again. It was a one-off, though, you assumed. Or at least resigned yourself to believing. Until he placed his fork down, wiped his mouth on his forearm, and finally decided to speak.

“I have always been the smartest man in the room. Forced to endure the suspicions and mockery of those whose meagre mental facilities prohibited them from appreciating that fact. It has not been easy, to suffer fools. And I don’t suffer fools gladly. But then, you appear, dressing up your cognitive abilities, marginally superior as they are to that of the average hoodlum, in the guise of admiration. Although, I realise now, that it isn’t just a guise. You are… patient. Tolerant of my… less admirable qualities. And for that I…”

Eddie swallowed hard, sighing as he gritted his teeth to get through the next part of the sentence, unavoidable as it was if he wanted to at least attempt to see himself gain even a tiny iota of what he assumed was going to be genuine happiness.

“… I am thankful. And I am sorry.”

Knowing that it wasn’t the moment to push or to prod, or to try and get anything else out of him, you forced a gentle smile on your face.

“Thank you, Eddie. I appreciate that. And I’m proud of you for… trying to be a bit more…”

“Kind. Nice. Human?”

“Well, you said it.”

He offered you a smile back, oddly self-effacing, toned down and genuine. Warmth behind it that you hadn’t really seen before. He appreciated being praised, clearly. Almost as much as he loved being complimented. So you decided to keep stroking the ego in the hopes that you could nurture this fresh, and perhaps feral, ability within him.

“You’re really a wonderful person to work for, Eddie. As difficult as it can be, sometimes, I do appreciate the opportunity to see how your brain… functions, how it creates.”

“And it’s only difficult sometimes? My dear, you and I both know that’s an understatement.”

It felt like a trap. Eddie had never been this down to earth, this open about his own nature and often problematic personality. Agreeing with him felt like it might be suicidal, but it might also open up a dialogue of honesty and vulnerability. The opportunity to joke, to critique, to be equals. So you took the risk.

“Maybe, but I like you enough that I’m willing to overlook the more challenging aspects of your… general being.”

With bated breath you waited to be cursed out, for the newly built bridge between you to fall apart, the dynamite stuck to it’s fragile and trembling beams to be detonated, to watch it collapse as quickly as it was constructed. But he let out of a soft chuckle and leaned back in his seat, picking up the newspaper from the table and reading it with a smile. It was casual. It was… normal.

And it killed Eddie to be normal. Everything in him fought against the desire to tell you he was not difficult, despite knowing very well that he was. But he had been reasoning with himself, while you were gone, since you came back, even when you had been with him in the first place, that allowing himself to be normal would be the only way he could see a future with you, in any capacity. It made him feel nauseous, to consider that he wanted a future, even one where you remained as his obedient assistant let alone anything else, but that feeling of dread was good. It might mean he was doing the right thing, for a change.

Each day, each moment it seemed, he was closer to letting the softer side of him win. And every day he woke up, he was hoping it would. In the deepest, darkest recesses of his soul, there was something growing. Something that longed to be adored, and to be deserving of that adoration. Not to win it through aggression, or cruelty, or his intelligence. But through offering it back in equal measure. True. Equal. Vulnerable.

He was pulled from the thoughts by your sudden interruption, speaking again as you tried to see how far the line had been moved, toeing it, testing the waters.

“It is a shame what a pain you are, Eddie. You have the potential to be very sweet, and you are handsome. You could easily have conned someone into marriage and then they’d be sort of contractually obliged to look after you.”

“Much like you are?”

The curt, almost factual way he insinuated the dynamic between you shocked you into a stunned silence, and all you could do was look at him, stupefied, mouth open in half-shock, half-amusement at the way he had so casually implied your unspoken marriage. In the face of the ridiculousness, he stammered at an explanation.

“I mean… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry, I didn’t realise the implications when I suggested… or implied… insinuated? When I said that. I… n-not that it would be wrong, I mean you would do well as a… for someone else, although, I mean I wouldn’t want you to because then you’d spend less time with me, uh, for me. Although! You’re allowed to spend time with other people it’s not… it’s not like we’re in a relationship. We, uh, have a relationship of course, not a… which I would like, or… no… wouldn’t mind. But I would date you first not just… I’m not asking you… just explaining that it… you know what I mean? I mean… I don’t know what I mean. I am talking a lot. Big, bulging, genius brain and it can’t figure out when to stop talking to feel free to step in at any point and do your job, save me from- ”

As was now your standard, you interrupted him by placing your palm softly against his cheek. It silenced him, caught him breathless. A motion so tender, unlike most other times people had reached their hand towards his face. But, interestingly at least to him, he didn’t flinch. He didn’t expect you to react violently. He trusted you in close quarters. It felt so natural, so warming, that he didn’t even realise he was instinctively leaning in towards you, closing the gap, until he snapped back to the real world and pulled away.

“Ok, well… thank you. That’ll do it.”

As you dropped your hand to the table with a smile, he was quick to place his on top of it, watching it with a confused look, as though he weren’t in control of it. As if his body had decided to bypass his brain and start making decisions for itself, taking what it wanted. Touch. Comfort. But there was no silencing his mind, always there to assert its dominance over his heart and soul. So he snatched his arm back and placed it under the table, scowling before shifting his face to a more calm and neutral expression, not wanting to seem angry when he spoke to you.

“Perhaps we shouldn’t do that. For the sake of… the feelings involved. It might be simpler to focus on returning to our working relationship, especially so soon after your return.”

With a heavy heart, you couldn’t help but agree with him, but it stung nevertheless.

“I do agree that it was a bit awkward, before. But does that mean we just live with the tension now? We ignore it? Until it swells up again? Is that what you want?”

With a defeated smile, forced onto his face to keep the mood as light as possible, Eddie looked int your eyes, longer and deeper than he had ever done before.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know how I feel. And that is terrifying, because I know everything. The only thing I am certain of is that my ego would be satisfactorily bruised if I get something wrong. Getting it wrong would be admitting there’s something I can’t do. So I would rather not… know. I’d rather have nothing than risk being disappointed… or… disappointing… anyone else.”

You reached to grab his hand, but corrected yourself. You wanted to comfort him, to congratulate him. This was enough, this was all you needed at that moment. The fact that he had opened up, told you his feelings, confessed to his fears. It was plenty to live on. It gave you hope. And he seemed to appreciate your restraint, taking what he needed from your comforting smile at least for now. The day could begin. It would be like normal. You’d make lunch. He’d tut when you hummed and distracted him from his work. You would eat dinner and go to your separate rooms. It would be the same as always, until he was ready to find more. Or to go after it.

But as he watched you stand up, he felt a painful pang of regret in his stomach. How long could he really wait? He’d spent so much time already trying to figure out the correct answer. It might be possible that there was no definitive solution here. A risk might be the only option.

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Damaged Doll: Ch 11

Summary: Angeal and Zack discover a man in all black trapped under boulders in the mountains near Icicle Village: Cloud, a doll created by Jenova for reasons currently unknown. Sephiroth finally demanded the whole truth. Cloud couldn't help but obey.

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Chapter 11: Obedience

Cloud didn’t sleep that night. How could he? First he was driven by his desire to serve his prince, then he was terrified by the thought of seeing his prince again. He never wanted to fear his prince. He only wanted to praise his prince, but his fearful mind debilitated him once again.

Genesis was not worthy of his prince. The man was bound beyond other SOLDIERs and rotted instead of flourished. He was close to falling apart, and Cloud hated seeing the waste of his queen's power. Without a shadow of a doubt, the man in red approached his prince between their conversation and dawn. The Crimson Soldier, one of his prince's oldest friends, would tell his prince everything with false understanding.

What else was he supposed to do? Long ago, he made the mistake of lying beyond repair. He wanted to believe that truth would spare him his former fate.

He would never manipulate or control his prince. If control was the only option to keep his prince safe, he would sacrifice himself without question. Genesis might as well have stabbed him through the chest with the assumption alone.

But how was he supposed to prove the Crimson Competition was false? Through his panic, he did not touch his origins or the computer. He remained trapped in his own mind- just as he did under the boulders in the north. Too desperate to calm. Too panicked to reach any of his queen’s creatures and beg for aid. Every string eluded his grasp.

A fresh pair of sandy tears left his eyes.

Cloud was not built to cry. Though his queen gifted him with a hollow body that mimicked life, tears were not so simple. He wiped them away, each drop scraping and scratching his skin, straight white lines marring his pale cheeks. Those would heal eventually. He hoped before his prince arrived.

Should he run? Should he avoid his prince by exploring the building and never crossing paths again? How could he even consider such a thing?! He hated himself. He hated the way that rotting competitor weaved into his thoughts!

He needed to see his prince no matter the conflict in his mind. He needed to make this right. With each hourly tear, he felt himself getting weaker and weaker. Perhaps it was his punishment to himself before a true one would be thrust upon him once more.

Cloud wanted to duck under the covers, hiding his chocobo-like hair the moment he heard the knock. Instead he stared down, unable to soothe his voice to invite the guest in.

Please be anyone but Him. Please be the boy that saved him. Please be the patient mentor. Please be the Turk he failed at aiding. Please be the scientist that did not want him in this tower any longer to finally set him free. Please be the red SOLDIER again. Please Don’t Be-

“Cloud.”

His pale hands folded tightly in his lap. Maybe he could call the nurse and have the guest removed? Inhuman eyes tightened in denial. He needed to accept the consequences. “My Prin-” His voice cracked with drying sobs, and again he failed to use the preferred name. Could he do anything right? “Sephiroth. I’ve been expecting you… Would you like to sit…?”

“I’ll stand.”

The blond winced as if taking a physical blow. “...Then, please… Where would you like to begin…?”

The Silver Soldier crossed his arms. “Are you truly incapable of lying to me?”

He almost looked up. “I will never lie to you, Sephiroth. I cannot lie even if I was out of my mind enough to desire the ability.”

“Is everything you’ve told me since we found you true?”

He nodded. “Of course. Every word.” Despite his inherent kindness, his prince remained cold. Distant. Tactical.

“Only me?” As if questioning an enemy, never revealing his real thoughts.

“...I have lied to others, yes… Not all falsities but undeniably some...”

“Have you ever told me half truths to hide information from me?”

The blond’s hands trembled. “...My Prince, please-”

“Answer the question, Cloud.”

The air chilled. He wanted to crawl in a hole- to hide under boulders and b- No! Having a panic attack now was not an option! This may be the last chance he has to hold his prince’s trust. How else was he supposed to aid his prince and his queen? “...I have. But please, please understand-”

“Are your panic attacks real?”

The blond swallowed. He wanted to scream. “Entirely.”

“Have you ever deliberately caused panic attacks to avoid telling the truth?”

A memory flashed through his mind. Sandy tears scratched his raw cheeks.

“When.” Sephiroth's tone was deep and dark.

Cloud shuddered like a frightened chocobo. “...The day I awoke here, I learned of my fear and believed I could use it to our advantage. Zack asked me how I came to be in that cave… so I caused a panic attack by recalling my worst memories of that…-” he held his head, “that horrible horrible day… I… I only did it once. I swear. I thought I could control it but I couldn't stop, I couldn't calm down, I couldn't-” He grabbed his chest, the hospital gown crushing under whitened knuckles. He tried to breathe. Tried to regain command over his breath.

But his prince continued attacking, never giving him a moment to rest. “Look at me.”

Snake-like eyes immediately met their mirror, Cloud’s agonizingly red while his prince's burned white.

“What else have you chosen to hide from me?”

No. Please no. The blond inhaled painfully, but his voice was small and weak. “...I killed Hojo...”

Sephiroth's expression changed for a fraction of a second, but Cloud couldn't read it.

“All connected to your mother share a bond. I do not know why they are connected. Monsters. SOLDIERs. I don’t understand it, but I used it. I tugged the bond of the strongest monster in Hojo’s laboratory. It didn't take much convincing to have it kill him. I just made it so it couldn't feel any pain and no materia could harm it, similar to myself.”

“Does any materia work on you?”

Cloud wanted to look away. To disappear. Instead he gripped the sheets of the medical bed. “I have only fallen victim to a sleep spell. Binding materia. No other direct magic has affected me.”

“What about summons?”

He shook his head. “They will not take me into their realm, thus they too do not work.”

“Why did you kill Hojo?”

No half truths. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to see his prince decide his fate. “He hurt you. You told me yourself. I was going to wait but the photo he leaked of us hugging late at night, he posted it to harm you. And the way he spoke to you when we first met… He lauded power over you. No one should have power over you.”

“Have you-?” Sephiroth suddenly cut himself off, shifting ever so slightly. Cloud waited in silence, trying to determine what his prince was waiting for. “Do you feel that?” Sudden. Confused. A crack zipping through the mask.

Mako blues lifted, attempting to read the soldier's gaze. “I do not.” He gasped, terrified of the next assumption. “I can’t make you feel anything. I promise I’m not doing anything. Sephiroth, what are you feeling-?” A warm breeze wrapped around his heart, smothering him in feather light comfort. He shook his head but couldn't deny the gravitational pull, his exhaustion from the restless night rushing up to him. “That… I feel it… the softness…”

“What is that?” He maintained his strong voice, but his eyes betrayed the truth.

Cloud tried to focus on the feeling, to grasp the string linking it to a source, but it did not have one. “It’s… foggy… I do not know.” The man dared to look at his prince.

Black gloves flew into silver bangs, a soft groan leaving his lips.

Cat-like eyes widened, and without thinking, Cloud appeared at his side, a hand on his arm as he analyzed his face. This close, black bags hung shamefully from perfect eyes. “My Prince, you’re exhausted. Please, lay down.”

Sharp eyes followed the gesture. “Cloud, absolutely not.”

“I will not leave your side. I don’t mind. And if a nurse asks, I will explain.” Cloud suddenly reached across, catching his shoulders.

Sephiroth’s unglazed eyes stared in bewilderment. “What did you do…?”

“Nothing. I don't know what this is. Please let me help. I will never hurt you.” He guided his prince to the bed, the exhaustion weakening the Silver Soldier and coaxing him into small obedience.

“Did-” the sheet delicately placed on his shoulders made him pause, his eyes closing of their own accord. When he opened them, Cloud had guided his head to the pillow. His hands were warm. “Did you cast a sleep spell…?”

Cloud winced. “No, My Prince. But may I ask you to wait until this fogginess passes?”

“How are you not tired…?” Came the last glare of cyan eyes.

“You are more important.”

“Cloud…” it was a warning, a final attempt as his eyelids fell.

“Rest well, My Prince. I will not leave your side. All I want is to bring you joy and comfort.” He stepped back to sit in the chair, but the soldier ensnared his wrist.

The rise and fall of Sephiroth's chest betrayed his descent into sleep, but his hand did not leave Cloud.

The man didn't mind. Being close to his prince was more than he could ever hope for. He glanced over at the only chair. It sat mockingly just out of his reach, especially with his forever damaged leg. He would stand for years if his prince continued to hold him. He never wanted his prince to let go, but his body could not sustain the task. The awkward hunch of his back strained his cracked ribs, and the slight bend of his knees nearly had him shouting in pain. Not to mention the fogginess he fought with everything he had.

A sudden wave of fog forced Cloud against the bed, just barely sitting on the edge until his wrist was swiftly pulled. He gasped as he was suddenly thrown off balance, but his heart nearly burst when he saw where he settled.

Sephiroth, in this artificial sleep, maneuvered Cloud to lay on the medical bed with him. He held the blond as a child does their favorite toy, his nose buried in perfect chocobo hair.

Cloud smiled to himself as he laid his arms above Sephiroth’s. Almost every inch of him wanted to thank the foggy exhaustion claiming them both. Another wave and his eyes closed too, a deep feeling inside him silently telling him they were safe. That the fog was not a weapon or an attack. He had no time to truly observe as he fell asleep as well.

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Ikora/Eris (regular or hive flavor) throne world exploration, and/or discussion of hive magic and void light - playing with the idea that void is/was considered dangerous and difficult to wield

this prompt fill got combined with some other things I had going and turned into Chapter 2 of Presence and Absence! thank you for such a thought-provoking idea. enjoy!

Presence and Absence - Chapter 2 (2533 words)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Endless vibrant wetlands encircled Savathûn's castle-city in her throne world. Lush vegetation coated the rises. Water filled the valleys, moving too quickly to stagnate, yet too slowly to prevent prodigious blooms of Traveler knew what kinds of algae, bacteria, or other unclassifiable microorganisms.

Few of the Lucent brood bothered Ikora and Eris as the two of them picked their way along the high ground. A distant acolyte did fire one inquisitive shot, but the Void soul Ikora flung in the direction of its patrol squad quickly drained them all of existence. Their forms folded out of this and every reality as neatly as if they had never been. After that, the two humans were well left alone.

The energy her Void had consumed flowed back to Ikora, renewing her connection to it. With some discomfort, Ikora wondered if this felt anything like the tithes Eris had—until very recently—been taking for the past several months.

If so, Eris had walked away from a power that came as naturally to her as a Lightbearer's Light, after she herself had been long bereft of it. No one could deny that she had excelled at the sword logic, once she was the hand behind the blade rather than the throat beneath its edge. Elsie had been right about one thing: the smile that danced in Eris' voice. She had enjoyed this.

It was Ikora's job to worry about such things. And she had, of course, even while defending Eris to anyone who would listen and many who wouldn't. She had never been so profoundly afraid that she would finally lose Eris to her quest for revenge. How could she not, when Eris had become Vengeance itself?

But Eris' strength of character had put Ikora and all her necessary doubts to shame. Now Eris walked by her side lighter than ever: freed from both the shackles with which Savathûn had bid her bind herself, and from the burden of the task she had claimed long ago. She would never be free of what the Hive had done to her—what she had done to herself because of them. But she had proved, to herself and the entire world, that she was far more than just that.

Conflicting emotions knotted tight in Ikora's chest in a complicated snarl. With the intent of soothing it, she dropped her mind into the clear focus required by the Void and called up another Void soul. She did not activate it. She cupped it spinning between her hands for a moment, as if caught in the eddy of a current. Then she released it to orbit about her head like a little ringed moon.

Breaking the silence that had held them since their arrival, Eris spoke. "Your mastery of the Void is...exquisite," she said. As she spoke, she easily kept pace with Ikora’s longer stride, even fully armored once more.

Mild surprise seeped through Ikora, more at her own reaction than Eris' words. She had thought herself long past the point of being affected by flattery regarding her chosen, primal element. As Vanguard, she knew precisely to what degree she was the most competent and effective channeller of the Void currently in existence, at least as a Warlock. Ikora saw no purpose in comparing herself to past Guardians, not least because there was no accurate way to measure such things. On the other hand, Chalco always said to stop being so humble and admit that even then she was quite likely the best, period.

So why did Eris' simple yet genuine praise warm Ikora's cheeks?

"You never were that fond of Void, were you?" Ikora asked. A deflection.

A rueful smile flickered across Eris' lips. She shook her head. "I was always too impatient for its gravity. Perhaps now, after everything, I would be able to hold it differently. But alas, we shall never know.

"Arc called me to run as quickly as I desired. Then it bade me go even faster." Her smile returned sharp-toothed with the memory. She grinned at Ikora. "I could once Blink faster and farther than even you."

Ikora's eyebrows shot upward. "Oh, is that so?" she returned. "You're lucky you never told me that back when we hunted Ahamkara together. Otherwise I would have insisted that you prove it."

The sound of Eris' responding laugh was quiet. Yet it pealed and rang within Ikora as if her body were a bell of finest bronze tuned to its exact frequency. Hearing that unexpected mirth on the rarest of occasions, gradually more often in these last few years...it grew hope in her like a garden. If Eris Morn could laugh again, then even the greatest challenges of their era might yet diverge from their dire straits.

Violet unraveled into indifferent indigo as Ikora's Void soul decomposed into a more typical absence. The two women paused atop a tall bluff overlooking both the Miasma and the Quagmire. The green sky was brilliant and inscrutable with clouds and unknown celestial bodies that did not truly exist. The blunt Pyramid bleeding resonant burnt orange lay in the depths of the swamp like the antithesis of the Lucent city's lofty spires.

"It's funny, isn't it," Ikora mused. "For so long, we thought of Void as the most difficult, the most dangerous element to wield: the most prone to confuse, to corrupt. But you went on to learn to wield far more dangerous powers without falling."

Eris tilted her head back and forth. "Mmm. It is difficult to compare such things now to my previous lives. The powers I have claimed have been more unfamiliar, yes. Perhaps, from such a perspective, that is the same thing."

Ikora acknowledged her point with a yielding gesture of her hand. They began descending the other side of the bluff, following its sheer edge.

"Then again," Eris continued, "I cannot deny that the Hive's preoccupation with the sword logic does indeed make missteps in their spells more likely to be...costly."

Ikora was confident that her face did not betray an echo of her concern regarding the particular immense spell Eris had been casting for the past few months. It was over; Eris was still here. Nonetheless, a twinge of residual unease echoing from the memory of such deep fear unsettled her stomach. "That makes a certain amount of sense."

The two of them stopped again on a low rise of overgrown earth near the water line. Thick-trunked trees and crumbling spires studded the marshland. It was never silent here, where a hundred unknown small creatures flew and buzzed and swam and sloshed and grumbled and fed and grew and died. Some were unlike anything Ikora had ever encountered, even in the outer reaches of Sol’s system. Ikora wondered if any of them were resurrected memories from old Fundament, dredged from the witch queen's oldest recollections.

In the distance, a Lightbearer knight summoned twin Void shields with a resounding roar and flung one after another at a Scorn ravager brandishing a lantern full of sublimating ice.

"I wonder how the Lucent brood interprets the Void. They reject Stasis, yet despite the Void's similarity to it, they don't seem to have trouble using it. Although that may be because we only meet the competent in combat. How does the Hive's distinct concept of death influence their relationship with the ultimate paracausal expression of absence?"

Eris listened to the monologue of Ikora's thoughts as attentively as ever. She was so easy to talk to in some ways, so difficult in so many others. For the moment, Ikora opted to continue in this easier vein.

"Sometimes I still have to warn new Guardians not to get drawn in too deep by that vortex. Even though there are far more dangerous tools at their fingertips these days, it's still a little easier than I'd like to become lost in it. Perhaps, as a civilization on the brink of death, it is the echo of the Collapse that lives in us."

"That may be. But I think it more likely that such risk is the nature of any power."

"Perhaps. Or maybe, as you mentioned, it is more a question of...perspective."

Gently, Ikora reached into thin air and slipped her hand into the Weave.

"Oh!" Strand immediately coiled up her wrist and forearm like an excessively friendly colubrid. "It's very close to the surface here. It tends to be more challenging to summon this far away from Neomuna and the Veil."

"Hmm." Eris stepped closer, peering at it with eyes that were a slightly yellower and more luminescent shade of green. "Savathûn's throne world rests deeper in the Ascendant Plane than our own. And it is, by her own personal design, a realm that embodies thought and consciousness. Perhaps that is why."

"I suspect you are right."

"I did not expect to see you wield Darkness."

No trace of accusation tainted Eris' tone, but inwardly, Ikora flinched anyway. The advent of Stasis had precipitated one of the longest silences between them yet. Ikora had let Eris' letter regarding it go unanswered for so many months. She still hadn't replied, in truth. But hopefully, after everything—after supporting Eris through her ascension to dark godhood, however brief—hopefully, she knew that Ikora did not judge her. She never had. But the Eris who had survived the Hellmouth had always taken judgement in stride more easily than concern.

Ikora gathered a bundle of Strand like a handful of living green fronds. "I did not expect to, either," was all she said. She did not mention anything about how different Strand seemed from Stasis, nor about the intricacies of her mixed feelings toward either element. For now, she let it go.

She took pains to keep her grip gentle and nonurgent on the green fibers, lest they snap or ensnare her. Strand ran like a segment of an otherwise unseen river over the horizontal surfaces of her palms, vanishing as smoothly as it appeared. Then she lifted it up to chest height and held it out to Eris like a peace offering. As far as she knew, Eris had not yet had an opportunity to assess this newest emanation of the Darkness. Among so, so many other things these days, they had not yet discussed it.

"Here," Ikora said. "Careful, though."

With another step closer, Eris skimmed the surface of the spun emerald with the fingertips of one hand. Even before she touched it, it reacted to her with a ripple. Of course it was affected by perception; it was the essence of consciousness itself.

Eris stood only a pace away, hands floating like leaves above the riverbed of Ikora's palms. Channeling Strand as she was, Ikora felt the closeness of another being more intensely than usual. Eris was a ponderous presence in the Weave, a remarkably powerful conflux of catalytic intention, coiling recursively upon herself in unpredictable ways. Ever the Hunter, she was adaptive in the extreme. She was near impossible to pin down, even for Ikora, who had refined prediction to a paracausal art of probabilities with her Light.

Without moving or withdrawing from the magnetic parallel of their palms, Eris looked up.

Her eyes met Ikora's in a moment that rang like a soundless bell. Different threads of verdant potential cast themselves invisibly about their forms. She was very close.

The knowledge that Eris would kiss her if Ikora leaned in dropped into her mind like a plumb line, direct and true.

A few threads of the Strand in her hands snapped like static discharge. They both jumped back. Ikora dropped the ropy bundle back into the Weave and shook out her stung fingers. With the same alacrity, she leapt forward again to ascertain that Eris was unhurt.

"Eris! Are you alright? Sometimes it throws unraveling needles when it snaps. Did any hit you?"

A distinct lack of concern kept Eris' voice smooth as she said, "Only one." She lifted her hand up to eye level to peer at the tiny green needle embedded in her glove. "How curious." She plucked it out with ease and tossed it away as if it were a mere wooden splinter. Before it could hit the ground, it had vanished whence it came.

Ikora grabbed the hand that had been struck and examined it herself. Impossibly, paracausally sharp as it was, the needle had left a pinhole in even the tough chitin of Eris' gauntlet, as clean and perfectly round as if an awl had punched through paper.

"Did it pierce the armor?"

"Only by the smallest amount. Even so, it–"

Ikora had already thrown a healing rift about the two of them.

"Ikora." The annoyance in Eris' voice was balanced with something softer, something perhaps almost fond. "I am, as I know that you know, now, not so fragile. I have had papercuts far worse."

"That isn't the point." Ikora scowled at the pinhole and rubbed at the spot with a thumb.

"Then what is?"

Ikora looked up to answer and found Eris, once again, very close. Closer than comfort would condone, if Ikora were honest with herself. But she had not lived this long, had not become Warlock Vanguard—had not become Ikora Rey—by letting her fears make her back down, back away. She held her ground, and spoke a truth.

"I don't want to hurt you, Eris. No matter how little."

Eris did not retreat, either. She held Ikora's gaze with all the intensity of the soulfire that animated her pupil-less eyes. Her reply came as the softest possible utterance. "Then what do you want?"

"I—ah..." What did she want? It was not a question she often gave thought to, other than the larger-than-life calling to see the remains of humanity preserved and protected; the need to see Eris safe. Furthermore, it was difficult to devote thought to the matter now, with Eris so close, hand still in hers. It only reminded her of the unexpected knowledge that had startled Ikora enough to make this whole scene in the first place.

Eris lifted the hand that Ikora was not holding. It hovered in the space between them, and for a moment, Ikora thought that it would touch her cheek. Her eyes widened. But then Eris lowered it to their clasped hands and gently squeezed.

The rift centered on them collapsed in a puff of humid air.

"Perhaps we might...continue this conversation elsewhere," Eris said, releasing her and stepping back on the damp grass. "Think on your answer. I am curious to know it."

Ikora shook her head to clear it. "Of course," she said, not quite knowing what she meant. But she could not imagine denying Eris an answer. Not now. Not after everything they had been through together. Not less than a week after the fear of losing Eris had shaken her to her core, more deeply than ever before. "Have you found what you were looking for?"

Eris smiled at her. An actual smile, small but unmistakable. Undeniable. "I do believe I have."

They took a last long look over the vast plane of the seething wetlands, then left that gleaming conscious world behind.

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