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justcallmefox89 · 4 years ago

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Mammon’s Wedding Part 2 -Truth or Dare Series

Mammon and Arianthi visit the human realm to get some much needed time away, but not everyone is pleased by their absence from the Devildom. Time away from home makes the couple think about their future together.

(Artwork is a commission of my OC Arianthi and Mammon by @daddydemus They are an amazing artist so go visit their page and show them some love.)

This story is told from the perspective of my female OC Arianthi, and also features my enby OC Jax, from the Artist in the Devildom series.

NSFW: blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex, demon sex, foreplay, soft gentle sex......just some good old fashioned smut y’all.

I sit wrapped in a large blanket on the hard packed sand of the beach watching the sun start to set and fog roll in over the water. There’s a soft shuffling sound behind me and I smile to myself when I hear familiar muttering.

“What are ya doing out here? Tryin’ to freeze to death?” Despite his grumbling Mammon sits down behind me, pulling me between his legs so I can lean back against his chest.

“And what was the big idea leavin’ me alone like that?” He kisses my temple, pouting.

I wrap his arms around me and squeeze his hands gently. “I’m sorry baby. You were sleeping so well I didn’t want to bother you.”

I can almost feel him frowning behind me. “Are ya not sleepin’ again?”

“I’m ok baby, I promise. I slept a little bit but I wanted to come watch the sunset. There’s nothing like this in the Devildom.”

His arms tighten around me. “Sure isn’t. D-do ya miss it? When you’re there with me?”

I lean my head back against his shoulder and tip my face up, silently asking for a kiss. Mammon obliges and I savor the feeling of his lips against mine.

“Sometimes I do,” I answer once we break apart.

“O-o-oh.”

“I had 24 years of sun and different seasons.......24 years of this.” I gesture out to the ocean. “It’s hard to just let all of it go.”

Mammon stays silent, his body tense.

“I’ll never regret trading this to be with you,” I murmur, raising his hand to my mouth to place a tender kiss on his knuckles.

The tension automatically flows from his body and he chuckles. “Of course ya don’t. Who would ever regret bein’ with THE Great Mammon?”

I laugh and gently squeeze his thigh. “You are so full of it.”

“But ya love me,” he whispers, nuzzling his face into my neck, tickling me.

“So, so much.”

We sit in companionable silence, watching the horizon turn pink as the last few rays of the sun disappear.

“What would ya think about stayin’ here? About maybe not going back?” Mammon finally asks.

I twist in his arms little so that I can look at him. “I didn’t think that was an option.”

He gives a lazy shrug. “There’s nothing sayin’ I have to stay in the Devildom. I just can’t ever go back to the Celestial Realm.”

His places his hands gently on my stomach. “And if we ever get another chance at startin’ a family don’tcha think we’d be better off raising the kid here?”

I frown a little, considering his words. “But what about your brothers? And your modeling?”

He doesn’t look at me, just shrugs again.

I stare up at the sky, watching stars appear in the velvet darkness.

I miss this. Seeing the sky and the sun. I know he would miss his brothers though. I would miss them.

“I think we should go back,” I finally say. “That’s where your family is. I don’t really have anything holding me here, just my friends from college, and we can visit often enough to see them. Besides, if we have a baby that’s anything like you I’d like to have your brothers around. I’m sure we’ll need all the help we could get.”

“Hey!” Mammon pretends to be offended then squeezes me tightly. “Are ya sure about this baby?”

I nod. “I’m sure.”

He gives a low rumble of happiness before kissing the top of my head. “So what are ya wantin’ to do about the wedding?”

“Oh. Well, how does it normally work in the Devildom?”

Mammon scratches his head, thinking. “I mean, it’s not really a thing down there ya know? But there are commitment rituals for the ones that want to do it, just most of ‘em don’t stick with one person forever, so those are pretty rare. How do ya do it here?”

“Some people turn it into a whole big production,” I say, laughing. “Before the wedding there are usually bachelor and bachelorette parties and the wedding shower, which is just a classier party with better gifts.”

Mammon smirks. “So parties and presents? Sounds good so far.”

“Then there’s the wedding itself where you promise to love and take care of each other forever.”

He squints at me in confusion. “We already did that.”

“Um well, a few of my friends have gotten married and they all had their ceremonies in churches.”

Mammon wrinkles his nose like he’s smelled something foul. “I liked the party thing better.”

“Don’t worry I’m not crazy about that either. I don’t care where we get married, just that we do get married. Most people have a reception after their wedding though, which is just another big party with booze and food and dancing.” I pat his hand and smile at him reassuringly.

He nods begrudgingly. “That sounds ok.”

I think for a second, trying to remember other details from different weddings I’ve attended. “There’s a lot of paperwork you have to fill out and submit to the government to make the marriage legal. And all the girls I know from college who’ve gotten married have taken their spouse’s last name.”

“So ya got to turn in some papers to get married? That’s what makes it official? Not the lovin’ each other and promisin’ to be faithful and all that?” Mammon looks singularly unimpressed.

“Welcome to the human realm.”

Mammon suddenly frowns. “I don’t have a last name,” he grumbles.

“You could always take mine,” I say teasingly, smiling and booping his nose.

He doesn’t laugh the way he usually does when I boop him; instead he looks unusually serious.

“Mammon Wolf,” he says, knitting his eyebrows together, considering.

I stay quiet, rubbing gentle circles on the palm of his hand with my thumb.

“Mammon Wolf.” He tries it out again, rolling the name around in his mouth. He finally breaks out into a wide smile. “I like that. I wanna do it.”

“Yeah?” I look down at my hands, suddenly feeling very shy.

Mammon rubs his nose against my cheek. “Why ya being all blushy baby?”

“I don’t know,” I mumble, trying to hide my face against his chest. “I guess......it just makes me really happy you’d want to do that.”

“Mmmmm. You’re so cute when ya get all shy like this baby,” Mammon teases, kissing my neck softly. “I still think it’s stupid ya gotta fill out paperwork to get married. The promises are more important than some pieces of paper.”

I cuddle deeper into his embrace. “You’re not wrong. It’s not like you could fill out the paperwork anyway.”

“Mmm.” He nibbles on the delicate shell of my ear. “You wanna go grab some food?”

“Grace’s?”

I feel him smile as he kisses my cheek. “Sounds good.”

He helps me to my feet and we walk the few hundred yards back to our Air BnB hand in hand. We’ve been staying in a tiny town on the Washington coast for two weeks now, our return date to the Devildom still undetermined. We’d spent our days so far exploring the beaches and small shops in town, returning to the beach house in the afternoons to cuddle and take long naps.

I leave the blanket hanging on the porch railing and follow Mammon into the house.

“Shower with me?” Mammon raises an eyebrow and smirks at me.

I tap my chin and pretend to think about it.

“Oi!” He grabs my hips and pulls me towards him, growling low in my ear. “Ya really gotta think about it?”

I run my hands under his shirt, walking my fingers over his abs and up to his chest. He shivers beneath my touch, his skin breaking out in goosebumps. I move my hands lower until my fingertips skirt the waistband of his jeans. He closes his eyes and tosses his head back, subtly rocking his hips forward. I run my hand over the front of his jeans, gently palming his hardening cock.

“Uh,” Mammon whimpers. “Play fair baby.”

I lean forward to mouth the sensitive skin below his ear. “Never.”

He gives me a stinging slap on the ass and laughs. “Go get in the damn shower human.”

I give him one last grope for good measure then sprint to the shower. He chases after me laughing and calling my name. We help each other undress and step under the stream of warm water, still teasing and laughing at each other.

“Help me wash up baby,” Mammon murmurs suggestively, rubbing his body against mine.

“I don’t know......” I tease, pushing my hips back against him.

“Come on Ari, please.......” he whines.

I love it when he calls me that.

I wrap one hand around the back of his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss. His tongue brushes mine and I reach lower, stroking his cock as he gasps into my mouth. His hips move on their own accord, thrusting his cock into my hand as he grips my waist. We’re both slick with soap and desperate with need; the build up of two months without sex.

Not quite yet.

I smirk and speed up the movement of my hand, listening as Mammon’s breathing picks up, waiting for the little cues that tell me he’s getting close. He sucks in a deep, shaky breath as the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tighten. When he bites his lip and his eyes start to flutter closed I know it’s time. I slow my hand, gripping the base of his cock and pressing the palm of my other hand firmly over the head.

“Unh!” Mammon’s eyes go wide and his mouth drops open. “W-w-what? Why?”

I take a step back and brush my wet hair out of my face, shrugging innocently at him.

“Babyyyyyyyy,” he whines as he uses his body to press me against the cold tile of the shower, rubbing his hard cock against my thigh. “Don’t stop.”

I reach around him to grab my shampoo, ignoring his pleas. He ruts against my thigh needily, whimpering into my neck while I lather my hair. I let him play while I rinse and then condition my hair, confident that he won’t cum without permission. He bites down hard on my shoulder, trying to get my attention.

I grab a fistful of his hair and jerk his head back. Hard.

“That wasn’t very nice baby,” I murmur, nibbling a path up his neck to his ear. “Be a good boy and don’t do it again.”

He mumbles something unintelligible as he reaches for me, trying to pull to me closer.

“What’s that baby?” I tug on his hair again.

“I won’t do it again miss,” he whispers, resting his forehead against my shoulder.

“Such an obedient boy,” I praise him before dropping a series of soft kisses over the taut skin of his chest.

“Please Ari, please.......please,” Mammon whimpers, rocking his hips, desperate for more friction.

“Mmmmm........I don’t know baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a teasing kiss on the lips.

I stretch up on my tiptoes to bring my mouth close to his ear. “Wouldn’t it be more fun to wait until later tonight? It could make the finish a little more.......explosive.”

Mammon goes stiff and his whole body shudders; I can almost hear his thoughts. On one hand, some quick shower fun and a nice orgasm now. On the other hand, hours of teasing, frustration, and orgasm denial culminating in some no holds barred sex......which he hasn’t had in months.

I watch his internal debate for a full minute before he growls in frustration and lets me go.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, turning the temperature of the water down to freezing and standing directly under the spray.

I shriek and jump out of the shower. I hear Mammon yell, “Serves ya right!” before I grab a towel and scamper out to the bedroom to get dressed.

An hour later we’re finishing up a doubles game of pool at Grace’s, a low key pub that we discovered our first night here. Our opponents are another pair of tourists and Mammon being Mammon, has bet $100 on the game. It was a good bet considering our opponents have yet to make any of their shots and all we have left is to sink the 8 ball.

I study the table, trying to decide which pocket to call. Mammon is animatedly chatting up the other couple, gesturing wildly with his hands while they laugh.

“Hey baby?” I call out to get his attention.

“Hmm?” He turns his blue eyes to me and raises his eyebrows.

I raise my pool cue. “Come help your girl make this shot?”

Despite the blush on his cheeks he gives me a cocky smirk as he saunters over.

I hook his pinky with mine and grin at him. “So what do you think I should do?”

He tilts his head and studies the table for a moment before gesturing and saying, “Corner pocket.”

I pout and look up at him through my eyelashes. “Help me?”

He raises his eyebrows. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

“Is it going to work?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Damn right it is.”

I giggle as he stands behind me and we lean over the pool table together. He hold his hands over mine, back flush to my chest, our hips pressed tightly together. Mammon bites his lip in concentration as he helps me line up the shot and I subtly press back into him. He starts a little but doesn’t loose focus. I press my hips back a little more and grind my ass over his cock.

“Fucking hell baby,” he mutters, stepping back quickly.

“You ok?” One of our opponents asks.

“Just fine,” Mammon answers between gritted teeth, narrowing his eyes at me.

I blink back at him innocently before calling and sinking the shot. I lean against the pool table and smile at Mammon as he collects our winnings and then walks back over to me.

“Nice shot baby,” he says as he leans down to kiss me gently.

“Couldn’t have done it without you Mr. Wolf,” I murmur against his lips.

His eyelids flutter at the sound of the name and he shivers in delight. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto the pool table, standing between my legs.

“Say it again,” he growls.

“Say what?”

“You damn well know what.” He nips at my earlobe. “Say. It. Again.”

I grab a fistful of his shirt and pull him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Come here and kiss me Mr. Wolf.”

“Fuuuck.” He brings his lips down on mine, jerking me into a rough kiss. I flick my tongue against his and he moves to grind against me, stopping himself at the last moment.

“Hey you two, knock it off!” A playful voice reprimands us as a dishtowel smacks against the side of Mammon’s face.

We break apart sheepishly and Mammon helps me down from the pool table.

“Sorry Grace,” I apologize to the bar’s titular owner.

“No you’re not.” She smirks at me, brown eyes shining.

“Not even a little.”

She laughs, pushing her white hair out of her eyes. “How much did you take off those tourists?”

“$100.”

“Play you for it,” she challenges Mammon with a grin.

“Feelin’ luckier tonight than ya were a few days ago?” He smirks.

I think I’ll leave before the shit talking truly starts.

I kiss his cheek for luck. “I’m going to go talk to Jordan.”

“Bring me another beer when you come back?”

“Sure thing my love.”

Mammon smacks my ass as I walk away and when I turn back to glare at him he and Grace are both laughing. I smile and roll my eyes before making my way to the other side of the pub, looking for Grace’s wife. I find her cleaning glasses at the far end of the bar.

“Hey you,” she greets me as I slide onto a bar stool. “Where’s your man at tonight?”

I nod towards the pool tables. “Playing pool with your wife.”

She chuckles. “Get you anything?”

“Two more pints of Guinness?”

“Sure thing kiddo. Do you mind if I finish these glasses up first?”

I shake my head then rest my chin in the palm of my hand to relax and watch her work. A loud whoop comes from the direction of the pool tables; Jordan and I both look over to see Mammon sink a trick shot. He looks up, searching the bar for me, wanting to show off. He relaxes and smiles wide when he realizes I’ve already been watching him and gives me a small wave.

“When are going to marry that boy?”

“Hmm?” I twist on my stool to face Jordan. “Sorry, what did you say?”

She grins at me. “I said, when are you going to marry that boy?”

“Just as soon as I can,” I answer softly.

She frowns a little, pale blue eyes studying me carefully. “Somethin’ not working out with the wedding planning?”

I stare at her, mouth open. “Someday you’re going to tell me how to do that.”

“You pick up a few things when you’ve been bartending as long as I have. So spill. What’s the problem?”

I shrug, tapping my fingernails on the bar top. “There’s nothing wrong.”

I think back to the earlier conversation at the beach. “Mammon has some......special circumstances and he isn’t able to fill out the paperwork so we can get married.”

She arches an eyebrow at me. “So?”

“So........what?”

“So what does some paperwork matter? That’s not what makes the marriage.”

I keep tapping moodily on the bar top. “That’s what Mammon said too.”

Jordan grabs one of my hands. “Look kiddo, you think Grace and I had legal paperwork when we got married in ‘79? We wrote our own vows and got married anyway and we’re 41 years strong.”

I nod, following along.

“Let me ask you something; where ever you two are going after this, is having legal paperwork going to make any difference to your situation?”

“No.”

She grins at me. “And I know you’re both over 18. So go on and marry that boy your way.”

I find myself grinning back at her. “Thanks Jordan.”

She slides two more pints of Guinness across the bar. “No worries. But it looks like your guy could use a little rescuing.”

I turn to see a petite redhead standing entirely too close Mammon. As I look on she reaches out and strokes his arm with her fingers, smiling brightly at him. He quickly steps out of reach, looking down at her in confusion.

I dig a twenty out of my pocket and slap it down on the bar. “Thanks Jordan.”

“Go get ‘em tiger.”

I grab the two pints and purposefully stalk back to the pool tables.

Is this what Mammon feels like all the time? Jesus Christ. No wonder he gets cranky.

I set the two pints down on the pool table then hug Mammon from behind, slipping my hands into his front pockets.

“Make a new friend baby?” I ask.

A rush of air leaves Mammon as he sighs in relief. “Nope. Just missin’ you.”

He moves me to stand in front of him, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.

The redhead frowns prettily, eyes flickering between Mammon and me. “I didn’t know you were here with someone.”

I hold my hand out. “I’m Arianthi. His wife.”

Mammon momentarily starts behind me before sighing happily and hugging me to him more tightly. “My wife,” he echoes.

“Amy.” She gingerly shakes my hand. “Um, well.....I should be getting back to my friends.”

I hear Mammon chuckle behind me as she scurries back to her friends.

“What was that all about? Were ya feelin’ jealous?” Mammon’s tone is equal parts shock and amusement.

I turn in his arms to face him. “Yes.”

His mouth drops open. “Oh. I didn’t think you’d admit it.”

I laugh then nuzzle my face into his chest, mumbling softly.

“What’d you say baby?”

I sigh. “I said you’re mine.”

He grins down at me. “Goddamn right I am.”

“I didn’t like seeing her touch you. At all.”

“Ohh, I like this cute little face you make when you’re jealous.” Mammon runs his fingers along my jaw. “Thanks for rescuing me baby.”

I give him a soft kiss. “Anytime. Now drink your beer before it gets warm.”

We stay at Grace’s until last call then wander back to the our beach house hand in hand. I dreamily gaze at Mammon as we walk, admiring his profile in the soft light of the moon. His hair and gold jewelry stand out in stark relief against his tan skin, and his blue eyes glow in the darkness.

Mammon catches me looking. “Oi! Whaddya starin’ at?”

“You.”

“What for?” He grumbles.

“You’re really pretty Mammon.”

Mammon’s eyes go wide and his face flushes. “O-o-oh.”

I slip a hand in one of the back pockets of his jeans and squeeze. “You’ve got a great ass too.”

“Yeah?” He gives me a cocky grin.

“Oh yeah.”

We climb the porch steps and I wait while Mammon fumbles with his keys to unlock the door. I stand behind him, pressing my breasts against his back and running my hands along his thighs.

Mammon’s hands shake a little and he nearly drops his keys. “Damn it baby.”

He tries to sound gruff but the breathy tone of his voice gives away his excitement. I reach around to stroke him though his jeans and smile at his sharp intake of breath.

I lean forward to kiss his neck. “Come on Mr. Wolf.......get door open so we can go play.”

Mammon groans, hurriedly shoving the key into the lock and turning it so quickly I’m afraid he’s going to snap it off. He quickly pushes me inside, kicking the door shut behind us before he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bedroom.

I yelp in surprise when he unceremoniously drops me onto the mattress. “Mammon!”

“You’ve been teasin’ me all damn night,” he mutters, yanking his shirt over his head. “Rubbin’ that cute ass on me, feelin’ me up every chance ya got.”

He kicks his boots off next. “Kissin’ on my neck the way ya know I like it.” He unzips his jeans. “Makin’ me a goddamn horny mess.”

He steps to the edge of the bed and pulls his cock free of his jeans, stroking and staring at me hungrily. “Get over here and finish what ya started in the shower.”

I shiver in excitement and my eyes roll back in my head a little.

Stern Mammon makes his appearance.

“Right away Mr. Wolf,” I murmur, moving so that I’m lying on my back, my head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Holy fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, moving to to stand over me. “Are ya sure baby? I-I don’t know if I can be gentle about this right now.”

“I’m not asking you to be gentle Mammon.” I look up at him and very deliberately open my mouth wide.

He lets out a guttural moan and works his jeans down a little lower on his hips. Cock hard and heavy in his hand, he strokes as he rubs the head over my lips and tongue, teasing me and letting me taste his pre-cum. He’s trying to ease me into it, to not start off too rough right away; his hands are trembling, the muscles in his legs straining against his urge to give in and ruthlessly fuck my face.

I reach out and grip the back of his thighs with my hands, urging him forward. He looks down at me uncertainly. I urge him forward a little more, opening my mouth wider and taking his cock deeper into the warmth of my mouth. The fragile thread of his self control snaps and Mammon places his hands on the mattress, one on either side of my head, and rocks his hips, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth.

My back arches up off of the bed and I choke a little as I take the entire length of Mammon’s cock into my mouth. His eyes widen in alarm and he attempts to pull back but I dig my fingertips into the soft flesh of his thighs, holding him still. His hands grip the sheets and he hisses in pleasure.

“Ya really want it like that?”

I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock in slow, lazy circles.

Mammon’s eyes flutter closed and he lets out a deep growl. “Tap my leg three times if ya need to breathe.”

He withdraws then snaps his hips forward repeatedly in a punishing rhythm, barely giving me a chance to take a breath before bottoming out in my mouth again. The sound of fabric ripping fills the room and cold air rushes over my chest. Mammon pushes the remains of my shirt and bra aside and caresses my breasts gently, the soft touch at odds with his rough treatment of my mouth.

I gasp around his cock as Mammon’s cool fingers tease my nipples, pinching and tugging them to sensitive buds. I close my eyes and relax my throat, humming in pleasure.

“Oh fuck.” Mammon’s voice is breathy and I can feel his his body tense as he nears orgasm.

I reach up and behind me to drag my fingernails down his abs, scraping gently at the sensitive flesh. Mammon shivers and thrusts into my mouth one final time, his thick, warm cum filling my mouth and sliding down my throat as he moans out my name in pleasure. He takes a few deep, shuddering breaths before pulling his softening cock out of my mouth and helping me sit up.

I swallow his cum and greedily suck in a deep breath of air before smirking at him. He immediately flushes pink and looks down at the floor shyly.

“Whaddya lookin’ at me like that for?”

I shrug out of the remains of my shirt and bra, using the ripped fabric to wipe my mouth and chin. “You’ve never used your strength like that before when we’ve......you know.”

His eyes widen. “I-I’m sorry. It just felt so good, it was too good baby, I just needed to.......”

“Don’t be sorry!” I reach out and pull him down onto the bed with me. “I liked it.”

I cuddle into him, dropping soft kisses down his neck and across his collarbone.

“Yeah?” Mammon smirks down at me.

“Oh yeah. You owe me a new bra though.”

He chuckles. “When we get back to the Devildom I’ll buy ya all the lingerie ya want baby.”

I laugh and tug on his jeans. “How ‘bout you take these off and get in bed with me?”

“After a blowjob like that I’ll do anything ya want me to.”

We both shimmy out of our jeans and slip beneath the cool sheets, cuddling close to each other for warmth. I curl my fingers tightly around the object I pulled out of the pocket of my jeans before I got into bed.

Mammon taps a finger against my closed fist, smiling softly. “Whatcha got there baby?”

I reach for his hand and gently press a simple platinum band into his palm. He looks at me in confusion then raises the ring to look at the writing on the inside of the band.

“What’s this say?” He asks softly, tracing the engraving with one slender finger.

“Da mi basia mille, dein mille altera,” I whisper, running my thumb gently over his full lower lip. “’Give me a thousand kisses, then a thousand more’. It’s Latin, from a love poem by Catullus.”

I take the ring from him and slip it onto the ring finger of his left hand. He gasps quietly, blue eyes flying up to meet mine.

“I love you so much Mammon. You are the only person I want to kiss for the rest of my life. I promise I will always be on your side; I will always be your best friend and your fiercest protector. I promise to make you laugh every single day, and to never let you forget how very loved and wanted you are. I’m so excited to build a life with you and to see you be a father to our children. I can’t believe I was lucky enough to find you and I’m so proud to call you my husband.”

I bring his hand to my lips and gently kiss each finger, lingering on his wedding band.

Mammon gives me a shaky smile and pulls me tight to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat thundering beneath my fingertips and he presses a soft kiss into my hair.

“If ya would’ve told me a year and a half ago I’d be gettin’ married and tryin’ to start a family and bein’ more responsible I woulda thought you were out of your damn mind. Especially if ya told me I’d be gettin’ married to a human.”

I swat at his chest playfully and he grabs my hand, kissing my fingertips.

“I’m bein’ serious when I say you are the very best thing that has ever happened to me. And I’ve been alive a long damn time. You’ve always made me feel important; you make me brave and you make me confident. I promise I’ll always keep you and our family safe. I’m gonna work so hard to never let ya down again. I can’t promise I never will but I’m always gonna try. I promise to keep bein’ your best friend and to always put ya first. I’m gonna do everything possible to be the best husband and dad I can be. I love ya so damn much it hurts sometimes, but I’m never gonna stop. I’ll love ya until my very last breath. Thank you so much for bein’ my wife baby.”

Mammon holds me close and cups my face in his hands, kissing me softly, a few happy tears dropping onto my cheeks. I thread my fingers through his silky hair and pull slowly on his bottom lip with my teeth. He sighs into my mouth and I brush his tongue with mine, tasting him. I grip his hips and slowly pull him on top of me, arching my body up to meet his.

“Please Mammon.......I need you,” I murmur against his lips, breathless with lust and happiness.

His whole body shudders at my whispered request and a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks. “I need you too,” he replies, shifting his body so that his hips rest between my thighs.

Mammon lowers his head to my neck as one large hand slides down my waist to my hip. He drops a series of feather light kisses against my neck and I throw my head back against the pillows, giving a soft gasp of pleasure when he slides one slender finger deep into my pussy.

He moves his head lower and gently sucks on of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and fangs. I grip the sheets beneath me tightly and whimper when he slowly adds a second finger. He strokes me gently, delicately, taking his time to work me into a frenzy. Mammon’s mouth moves to my other nipple to lavish it with attention while his fingers slide out of my pussy to trace teasing circle around my clit.

“Mammon.......” I let go of the sheets to card my hands through his hair, flinching in surprise when I suddenly feel his ......horns?

My eyes fly open to see Mammon above me, still stroking and suckling, fully in his demon form, his wings spread wide as he pleasures me. I slide my hands into his hair again and teasingly stroke the skin around the base of his horns.

“Holy fuck,” he whimpers, before his eyes open wide in realization and he starts to pull away from me. “I’m so so-”

I grab his face in my hands and pull him back down to me, passionately kissing him. “Don’t you dare apologize,” I order him when finally break the kiss.

“’I’ve never shifted in the middle before, I mean.......you don’t mind if I stay like this while we.......” He trails off, the tips of his ears scarlet.

I stretch languidly, pressing my body flush to his. “Not even a little bit Mr. Wolf.”

He smiles at me shyly. “Well in that case......”

Mammon lowers his head, kissing and biting along my collarbone, before working his way up my neck and across my jaw. His hands caress my thighs and he gently pushes my legs back until my knees are touching my chest. He gives me a deep, sensual kiss, his tongue entering my mouth at the same moment he slides his cock into my pussy. He slowly bottoms out, rolling his hips as his thick cock stretches me.

“Tell me how ya want me Ari,” he whispers.

“Be gentle with me tonight Mammon.”

He nods, pressing soft kisses all over my face as he hooks my legs over his shoulders and pulls out, before slowly thrusting back into me as deep as he possibly can. He presses his face against my neck, sliding his hands up the mattress to grip mine and pin them above my head. I don’t resist, fully surrendering my body to his worship.

“You are everything,” he murmurs, mouthing at the sensitive skin beneath my ear, continuing his slow, deep thrusts. He keeps my wrists pinned with one hand and uses his other to slowly trace the curve of my waist down to my hip.

I arch my body, trying to feel as much of his skin against mine as possible.

Mammon’s hand slides back up to cup my jaw and he tenderly brushes his thumb over my lips. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me adoringly; his blue eyes soft and hazy with tears of joy and love. I raise my hips to meet his every deep thrust, captivated by the way his body moves as he fucks me.

He pulls away from me for a moment to adjust our position, lowering my legs and allowing me to wrap them around his waist. He pushes up to his knees and lifts my hips to thrust his cock deep into my pussy. I bite down hard on my lower lip in an effort to stop from screaming out.

His hand comes back up to stroke my cheek and he gently works his thumb into my mouth.

“None of that baby,” he purrs, rolling his hips, each movement carefully calculated to allow his thick cock to stretch me even further. “I wanna hear every little noise ya make tonight.”

“Yes Mr. Wolf,” I mumble around his thumb.

His eyes roll back a little as his hips stutter. “Keep that up and I’ll cum before ya know it,” he mutters.

I grab his hand, guiding it down to my breast and whisper, “I’m sorry Mr. Wolf. Please forgive me?”

He groans, hands tightening on my breast and hip so hard that his fingernails prick my skin. A shudder runs through his wings and he snaps his hips forward in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” I gasp. “More Mammon, more.”

He smirks at me, pulling all the way out before thrusts his cock back into my pussy excruciatingly slowly while his lazily circles my clit with one fingertip.

“You said ya wanted gentle baby,” he murmurs. “I’m gonna work ya up nice and slow. Make ya cum so hard and leave ya so fucked out you won’t wanna leave this bed for days.”

Mammon rolls my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he buries his cock in my pussy, sending me over the edge. He holds still as I cum, my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.

“Fuck I love makin’ you cum.” He resumes his languid pace, slowly working my body up to my next orgasm. “Do you even know how pretty you look, cummin’ all over my cock like that? And ya feel so fuckin’ good, all tight and wet just for me-”

He moans loudly and buries his face into my neck. I wrap my arms and legs around him to hold his body flush to mine. I slide one hand into his hair, reaching up to grip one of his horns.

“Ari.........Ari please baby,” he whimpers, nipping at my neck. “I’m gonna cum if ya keep doin’ that.”

I snake my other hand into his hair, gently wrapping my fingers around his other horn. “Cum for me then. I’m so close.....I want you to cum with me Mammon.”

He shivers in response and his wings flutter. “Yes........yes baby.”

I kiss his neck, leaving gentle bites, and close my eyes as I lose myself in the sound of our breathy moans and the feel of his cock deep in my pussy. Suddenly he presses his forehead against mine.

“Look at me baby, please. I need to see you,” Mammon whimpers, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

I look up at him; taking in his disheveled white hair and the way small beads of sweat roll down the firm muscles of his chest. He bites his lip, hungrily looking down at me with wide blue eyes. I feel my second orgasm coming on, hot and quick. I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him gently, tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue.

Two more deep strokes and I orgasm again, my body pressed tight against Mammon’s. He follows me quickly, whimpering as my pussy clenches around his cock and his warm cum fills me.

We stay joined for several long moments and kiss softly while Mammon cradles me close to his chest, his wings draped over us.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too. So much,” Mammon replies, nuzzling his nose against mine.

Thirty minutes later I emerge from the shower, smiling to myself when I walk back into the bedroom and hear Mammon snoring softly. He’s stretched out on his stomach, his head cradled on his right arm, while his left arm is flung out in front of him and resting on my pillow. The early morning light seeps through the window, highlighting the bright white of his hair and making the platinum of his wedding band spark.

Too adorable. Must. Take. Picture.

I find my D.D.D. and snap a quick picture, writing a quick caption and uploading it to Devilgram. I tag Mammon in the picture and grin when I notice that he’s made a change to his Devilgram page.

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Several hours later Diavolo is sitting in his office at R.A.D., taking a break from a mountain of paperwork that has accumulated since Arianthi has been in the human realm.

With Mammon.

Diavolo’s face darkens and he scrolls through his D.D.D. searching for something to take his mind off of her. His eyes suddenly widen and he grits his teeth, the small muscles in his jaw twitching as he stares down at the screen of his D.D.D. His hand tightens on the device and it shatters, small pieces of plastic raining down onto the surface of his desk.

Barbatos silently steps forward and sweeps the remnants of the D.D.D. into a small wastebasket and makes a mental note to pick up a new one for his master.

Barbatos says nothing as he watches Diavolo despondently cradle his head in his hands. The only sound he makes is a soft sigh as he exits Diavolo’s office. If only Diavolo had listened to his subtle suggestions on wooing Arianthi. Things could have been so very, very different for his lord.

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Jax and the six demon brothers lounge in the living room after dinner.

“Has anyone heard from Arianthi or Mammon today?” Lucifer inquires as he sifts through student applications to R.A.D.

“Not me,” Satan answers without looking up from his book.

“Nope,” Beel and Belphie say in unison.

Levi and Jax shake their heads while Asmo frowns down at his D.D.D. in concentration.

“Asmo?” Lucifer raises his voice to catch his younger brother’s attention.

“What?!” Asmo asks, startled.

“I asked if anyone has heard from Mammon or Arianthi today.”

Asmo shakes his head then returns his attention to his D.D.D. and frowns again.

“Is there something wrong Asmodeus?”

“Oh, no. Mammon changed his screen name on Devilgram is all.”

Lucifer rolls his eyes before picking up a pen and turning his attention back to his work.

Jax lays their head in Beel’s lap and smiles up at him as they pull out their D.D.D. Beel gently runs his fingers through their hair before opening his potions textbook and beginning to read.

Jax brings up Devilgram up to check Arianthi’s page, curious to see if she’s uploaded any new vacation photos. They pause on her newest photo of Mammon and give a soft smile.

“Awwwww,” they coo, drawing the attention of the brothers.

Levi quirks an eyebrow at them. “What was that for?”

“Arianthi posted a really cute picture on Devilgram of Mammon sleeping.”

“What!” The brothers all scramble for their D.D.D.s to check the post.

Lucifer smirks while Levi and Satan snicker and Asmo re-blogs it.

“This is too good,” Belphie chuckles. “I wonder if he’ll make her take it down once he sees it.”

“It’s cute,” Beel murmurs, leaning down to kiss Jax’s forehead.

Jax smiles at the picture one last time and starts to exit Devilgram when something in the picture catches their attention. They scroll to Mammon’s page then quickly go back to Arianthi’s page.

“Holy shit those crazy bitches really did it!” They exclaim, sitting up so quickly they startle Beel into dropping his book.

“Who did what now?” Levi asks, annoyed.

“They got married!”

“Who did?”

Asmo’s eyes go wide as he puts the pieces together. “That’s why he changed his screen name!”

Lucifer scowls. “What are you two talking about?”

“Mammon and Arianthi got married!”

“WHAT?”

Jax motions everyone over to them and opens up Mammon’s Devilgram. “He changed his name to Mr. Mammon Wolf. Wolf is Arianthi’s last name.”

Everyone but Asmo looks at them skeptically.

“Now read her caption - ‘My present, my future, my forever’.”

Lucifer looks at him, completely unimpressed. “Is that supposed to mean something to us?”

Asmo sighs. “That caption is so disgustingly sweet only a newlywed would have written it.”

“Weak,” Levi scoffs at his younger brother.

Jax rolls their eyes and brings up the picture Arianthi posted of Mammon sleeping. “Look! Look at Mammon’s left hand.”

“Oh my dark lord,” Lucifer breathes.

“Is that....?” Satan whispers.

“That’s a wedding ring. I’d bet my right nipple on it,” Jax says triumphantly.

Mammon’s brothers share one long, shocked look while Jax sits in smug silence.

A small smile slowly forms on Lucifer’s face. “Well. It seems that we’ll need to prepare a party to welcome them home.

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After posting the picture to Devilgram I slip back into bed with Mammon, snuggling under his arm and close to his chest.

His eyes blink open slowly and he gives me a soft smile. “Hey wife,” he whispers, his voice thick with sleep.

“Hey husband,” I murmur, gently brushing my lips over his.

Mammon chuckles and his arm tightens around me. “How ya feelin’?”

“Sleepy. Happy. Loved.” I sigh in contentment as I sink deeper into his embrace.

He kisses my forehead. “How ‘bout we get a little more sleep and then I’ll show ya just how loved ya are?”

I roll onto my side and he pulls me to him, my back flush to his chest, and he curls his body around mine protectively.

“I love you baby,” Mammon say softly, kissing the back of my neck.

“I love you too,” I murmur as my eyelids flutter shut and I drift off to sleep, safe and warm in my husband’s arms.

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𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 “𝕦𝕟𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 𝕥𝕠 “𝕠𝕔𝕔𝕦𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕕” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕: 𝕥𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

Warning: smut. Reposted from my twitter: @stickyhoney90

“Sorry folks,” you sighed out as you set down your towel and undid your robe, carefully setting the standard slippers on top of the pile. “This is my spring for now.”

The cold mountain air on your naked body almost felt good, but nowhere near good enough to waver your impatience: the pads of your feet smacked loudly against the wet stone as you hurried over to the edge of the hot spring, being careful not to slip.

Curls of steam rose from the water like ribbons before dispersing into the night sky, soft bubbling sounds gracing your ears. Nothing had ever seemed so inviting, especially after the week you’d had.

You slid your way into the warm water, exhaling in little puffs as your goosebump-ridden skin got used to the hot pool. Once you were halfway in, though, you immediately sank down to your neck with ease, sighing in relief. All the stress in your body melted like butter into the heat: you closed your eyes and hummed happily, savoring the release.

You lazily made your way over to the benches carved into the far side of the spring, settling in like you were snuggling up in bed. With the warm water wrapped all around you and the blue-velvet sky keeping you company, you could hardly keep your eyes open to admire the stars.

There wasn’t a sound besides the shifting water and occasional polite “plop!” of snow sliding down from the rocks. Little mineral-rich clouds floated around you, and tiny milky-ways of bubbles spun out into the water with even your slightest of movements. Normally, you didn’t have any time on business trips to really experience the places you went to, let alone indulge in what they had to offer, so you savored every second while you could.

You had just begun to really let yourself go when you heard the curtain suddenly clack together. You tilted your head, listening carefully.

Seconds later, a male voice started swearing in a loud whisper. Your eyes shot open and you ducked down, your arms instinctively moving to cover your chest.

“What the-?!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting, but the sight of some male-shaped silhouette wobbling through the clouds of steam wasn’t it.

It was clearly some random guy, and judging by his bouncing silhouette, he was hopping on one foot clumsily, holding the other in his hand, hissing between his teeth. A small gust of wind picked up, making it a bit easier to see his hair hopping along with him, and by the looks of it, he was about to run into a boulder. You could only stare in confusion.

“Goddamn rocks!” he hissed.

You blinked at him in bafflement. “Well, we’re on top of a mountain, so if you weren’t expecting rocks…”

His back straightened and he released his other foot before spinning around with shocked eyes.

“Whoa!”

You blinked some more at him with an unfriendly smile straining your face, but he just kept staring back at you through the thin clouds of steam, his lips parted in a pout like he’d forgotten how to speak.

You shifted uncomfortably under his blatant stare.

“Um…excuse me!” You hissed, crouching as low as you could.

He broke his stare and cleared his throat, blinking rapidly before gathering himself and straightening out his posture.

He wasn’t wearing the resort slippers or robe; just a pair of boxers with what looked like little reindeer doing the conga printed on them. It was the middle of February: what was with the holiday underwear?

He quickly cupped his hands in front of his dick with another clearing of his throat, but otherwise tried to maintain a cool stance.

“You’re excused,” he finally replied, seemingly nonplussed.

Your mouth had given up on even a hint of a smile.

“Well, do you mind?”

He started slowly walking towards the edge of the spring, his eyes squinting at the steam rising up.

“Maybe. I’m not sure, yet.” He paused a moment and took a deep breath before sighing it out. You could’ve sworn you could see a hint of a wince on his face. “…The steam looks pretty.”

My God. He was either mentally terminal or blazed out of his mind, and you didn’t like either option. He moved to step further towards the edge of the spring and you jumped backward.

“Stay back!” You raised your voice and splashed with your elbow towards him, even though he was nowhere near close enough for the splash to land. “This is a hot spring bath. So I’m bathing!”

“Yes, I can see that,” he replied matter-of-factly, finally sitting down on the edge of the pool and sliding his feet into the water.

A few more beats went by as you cocked your head in disbelief, watching him hum and rub at his sore toe.

“Ok, this is the part where you apologize and go to the men’s side of the springs,” you barked.

He looked up at you then, cocking his head and furrowing his brow. He had a sudden edge in his voice.

“How do you know I’m not a woman?”

You froze and stared blankly in his direction.

His glare held for a moment longer before it melted into a coy smile. “I’m just kidding.”

You relaxed into a hunch and exhaled in relief before snapping yourself back to sense. You squinted through the steam: it was still a little difficult to fully make out his face. Mentally terminal or not, you clearly needed to spell it out for him.

“You’re making me uncomfortable. Please go away.”

He didn’t respond. It looked like he’d focused his attention on the sky.

“…Please?”

A small gust of wind blew over the pool, clearing the curls of steam and sweeping everything back into focus. He lazily turned his head to meet your eyes, and your throat closed when you saw his face.

Suddenly, his eyes crinkled into a smile of recognition. “Hey! You’re that girl from the other night!”

Oh, god.

You immediately realized the situation was a lot direr than you initially thought, but didn’t know what to do. You could only stand there, arms still clinging around yourself, eyes darting all over the spring.

“How’s your head feeling?” He continued. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone get that drunk so fast.”

Your jaw practically hit the pool as you snapped your gaze towards him. It seemed to throw him off guard; he jerked back in a defensive position, eyes wide.

“You…rapist!” You shrieked, pointing a finger at him accusingly before remembering you were still naked and jerking your arm back to cover yourself.

His eyes almost popped out of his skull and he held his hands up as if surrendering. “What?! What are you talking about, no I’m not!”

Furious, you glared daggers at him. “Then what happened after we got to my room?!”

You were a little frantic now: you couldn’t believe you had completely blacked out. Granted, you woke up alone, but God knows what could have happened to you! You had been looking out for him upon returning from every business meeting for the last two days in hopes of asking him what had happened, but due to how bizarrely comfortable he was with seeing you naked, you were assuming the worst.

“Did you…follow me here?!”

He blinked in bewilderment before his shocked look suddenly melted into a sort of sad expression.

“Damn.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. He slowly lowered his hands and breathed out a long sigh.

“Did I really make that bad of an impression on you?”

You paused a moment, trying to remember. As you focused harder, little pieces came back before blending together about the night you’d met.

From what you could recall, you’d actually had a lot of fun with him at the midnight barbecue the resort had put on. The company had had a particularly rough meeting that afternoon, and all you’d wanted was food and a buzz.

You remembered noticing him almost immediately, but then, it was mostly because everyone else had, too. He just had that sort of presence about him; it was hard to put a proper explanation to it. Not to mention he was the most beautiful person you’d ever seen.

You had watched him for a while, and when his big eyes met yours, he approached you with a warm, square smile on his face. You couldn’t recall exchanging names with him, but he’d definitely been a gentleman: you had stayed by the resort pool until almost everyone else was gone and the food was being cleared, just talking.

But your mind went totally blank after that, and his behavior wasn’t holding up to be so gentlemanly, now.

You fixed your glare on him once more.

“What did you do?” You asked angrily, shrinking back against the rocks a little more.

He seemed disappointed by that response and shook his head, looking back down at the water.

“Well,” he started with a sigh. “First I tried to stop you from attempting to prove to me that you could burp the French alphabet backward. Then you insisted we watch Finding Nemo and made creepy fish faces at me whenever I tried to leave. After that, you conked out, so I carried you to your bed and put a blanket over you.”

You stared at him quizzically.

“I wrote my phone number on the pad by the bed for you,” he continued. “When you didn’t call I assumed you were too embarrassed or that you’d left.”

You searched your memory in frantic confusion before suddenly recalling some scribbles on the paper pad perched on the side table that morning. You hadn’t given it a second thought, what with the foggy hangover: you’d been more focused on painkillers and a big glass of water.

Embarrassed, you hunched your shoulders slowly in defeat and sunk down further into the water. “Oh.”

He looked up at you again, folding his arms over his chest. You could tell he was getting cold and clearly didn’t appreciate being called a rapist out of nowhere.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled in embarrassment, hiding your face.

You heard him sigh again, but lighter this time. “Hey, it’s alright. I guess I’d freak out too, in your situation.”

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you popped your head back up again.

“Wait, though, what are you doing up here?”

He looked at you blankly. “Well, it is owned by the resort, in case you forgot. You’re not the only one looking to relax.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Did you not see the occupied sign?”

He blinked a few times and then shook his head. “Nope.”

“Right,” you nodded, exhaling through your nose. “Well, what was with your grand entrance?”

He frowned slightly as if hoping that you’d somehow not noticed his flailing insanity.

“Oh…that,” He rubbed the back of his head with his hand, avoiding eye contact. “I’m here for my best friend’s bachelor party and the games have gotten a little…interesting. I was supposed to come in here and ask for a selca with a girl in my underwear.”

You snorted. “Very classy.”

He turned his head away in shame. “Yeeaahhh…sorry about being a jerk. I just got startled when they threatened to de-pants me in front of the visitors center if I didn’t hurry up. I was gunna ask before I came in here but then I stubbed my toe...”

You blinked at him. “Not so great under pressure, are you.”

“Well, no. Not under certain circumstances,” he admitted. He looked so genuinely embarrassed that you almost wanted to hug him.

There were a few beats of silence before he suddenly stirred, still making a point not to look your way. “Oh God, I’m sorry, I’ll get out of here. And sorry again for freaking you out…and making you think I’m a rapist.”

You thought he might still be pretty hurt by that, but he chuckled under his breath. You pursed your lips in thought, watching him get to his feet.

“Wait,” you said, straightening up. “You might as well get your selfie. We can’t have scarred foreigners and a career-ending gag now, can we? Plus, I owe you one for making you sit through Finding Nemo with me.”

He hesitated before turning his head slowly to meet your eyes, blinking in disbelief.

You cleared your throat and shifted in the water.

“Grab me my robe?”

His confused pout slowly turned into a smile, lighting up his whole face. He gave a short nod, grinning.

“Okay!”

He shuffled over to your little pile and came back to the edge of the pool before closing his eyes and holding your robe out.

“Okay, ready!”

You chuckled a little: he was pretty cute. And that was just his personality. Now that you weren’t mainlining to kill, you took a moment to look him over.

Admittedly, you couldn’t have been more attracted to the guy. He had the kind of face that was handsome and sharp, but still young in all the right ways. You shivered at the memory of his eyes that were so penetrating in their intensity; no matter how relaxed he was. They gave all his thoughts away.

You smiled to yourself as more little memories came sparking back to mind. You remembered thinking, as cheesy as it was, that the two of you had had a connection. What kind of connection, you hadn’t been sure, and still weren’t, even though you were now sober in front of him. But it was undeniable that something had been there; something a little more than just curiosity.

Until, you know…you openly accused him of being a rapist, but you two were clearly passed that now!

You continued to shamelessly examine him as you made your way over to the edge of the pool: he was tall, not ripped but not out of shape, either; toned. Smooth. Tousled dark hair, pretty collarbones, shapely arms…and an unquestionably infectious smile.

“Down here,” you said politely after you’d grabbed the robe and wrapped it around yourself. You couldn’t help but be conscious about how see-through it became in the water, and you folded your arms over your boobs again, feeling a blush coming on.

He carefully opened one eye in a squint before looking down at you with another sparkling smile.

“You can just sit on the ground and get one, right? Do I have to be out of the pool? It’s cold out there.”

He shrugged, still smiling playfully.

“There were no specific rules, as far as I remember, so that works!”

He lowered himself back on the ground, his long back facing you and his legs folding up beneath him. He produced his phone from god knows where and held it up.

“Say ‘Asshole-sneaking-into-the-women’s-spring’!”

You laughed as he angled the camera your way; he really was cute.

You heard the phone make a clicking noise before he sat it next to him, turning around and giving you another boyish, boxy smile. You shrunk a little further back, a little shy now that he was so close.

“Oh god, sorry again,” he shook his head, chuckling and making a point to turn his face away as he got up.

He started to shuffle towards the curtain, raising his arm in a still wave.

“Thanks for the picture!”

You smiled to yourself, looking down at the water and thinking for a moment.

“Hey, hold on a sec,” you called after him.

He froze in place, dropping his arm to his side again, still facing away.

You fiddled with the soaked sleeve of the robe.

“I’m really sorry, too. I’m here for a particularly grueling business trip, so I’ve been a bit of a bitch this week.” You sighed with guilt, clearing the steam around you. “I remember better, now. You were very sweet to me.”

He remained turned around: you could almost feel him questioning himself on whether or not it was polite to look at you, again.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Anyway…thanks for being so cool about this.”

He nodded his head once in a quick bounce, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Of course.”

There was a pause as you thought for a moment, and he stayed in place, waiting. That feeling of a connection was coming back, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You shuffled out of the soaking wet robe and let it float off into the water. It traveled lazily away like a big silk cloud.

Slowly, you backed up a little further and dipped down into the water again, keeping your arms folded in front of you but allowing yourself to relax a bit. You cleared your throat and lifted your eyes to him once more.

“Aren’t you cold?” you asked.

He cocked his head slightly at this, and you could see his eyelashes blinking in confusion.

“I mean you’re here,” you continued. “You might as well enjoy a warming up before you go back to your scavenger hunt, right?”

He hesitated before slowly turning around to face you. You watched his eyeballs twitch as he noticed your bare shoulders, doing his best to keep his gaze strictly on your face.

He broke out into another warm smile, and you grinned back at him.

“Yeah,” he responded softly, running a hand through his hair shyly. “Why not?”

Your grin grew and you sunk back to the stones, covering your eyes with one hand and turning around.

“Go ahead!” you called.

You heard shuffling as he removed his ridiculous boxers, and then a small yelp of surprise as he got himself into the water. The ripples from his movements yawned over to you and you lowered your hand, slowly turning around.

He smiled at you with a hooded, playful stare, his nose wrinkling up shyly. He maintained a polite distance, and you did him the same courtesy of keeping your eyes on his face. There weren’t any lights under the murky water, anyway, but you’d appreciated the gesture.

“Hi,” he smiled.

“Hi,” you grinned back.

He found a perch on a flat rock a safe distance away from you and sighed heavily.

You giggled. “Better?”

He sank down with a satisfied smile on his face. “Much better. It’s getting colder by the hour up here.”

You laughed. What did he think happened in the snow-capped mountains during the winter?

Almost as if on cue, large, slow flakes of blue-white snow started to fall lazily from the sky. You could make out their patterns just as they hit the surface of the water, dissolving with barely a whisper. They lightly kissed your face in little cool breaths: it felt heavenly.

Within moments, the paper lanterns dimmed their warm light, and soft music began humming from somewhere. You couldn’t have picked a better setting for a night like this if you tried. You wondered if the girl at the towels desk was responsible. You made a note to give her a big tip.

Your companion was looking up into the sky again, watching the falling snow, and a snowflake caught on his eyelashes. It melted before he noticed and you smiled to yourself.

“So…” you asked, inching just a bit closer towards him.

He returned his attention to you, those piercing eyes holding yours effortlessly. It was like he didn’t realize how intense they were.

“What else is on this scavenger hunt list?”

He pressed his lips together tightly, scrunching his face up in embarrassment. “Well,” he started slowly. “You…know one of them, actually.”

You blinked back at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, rubbing his arm and sinking a little further into the water.

“Well…” he said again, choosing his words carefully. “At the barbecue…I told you about the one that gets you the highest points. We were sort of…going up to your room…for it. Or more like, you said you’d let my friends think that’s what we were gunna be doing so I’d still get the points.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You looked right at them before taking my hand and making quite a display of leading me away.”

You searched your memory. God, you had really drank too much. “It…didn’t have anything to do with burping the French alphabet, did it?” you asked, wincing.

He laughed out loud, shaking his head. The ends of his hair were wet, sticking to his elegant neck. It made your heart hiccup.

“No, it didn’t. Although you would have won hands down if it did.”

You braced yourself, squinting at him. “What was it, then?”

He cleared his throat, his face flushing suddenly, and straightened himself out, running a wet hand through his hair absentmindedly.

“It’s this stupid thing from our teens that we made up when we were too nervous to make a move on girls.”

You raised your eyebrow and he sneaked a look at you, smiling a shy but coy smile before continuing.

“The game goes like this: I’d ask you a question about me. An easy thing, like what my favorite color is. If you guess it right…”

He shifted in the water, moving a little nearer to you.

“…You would pick a part of my body that’s ‘yours’, to do with what you please for the evening. But it has to be waist up,” he said, swallowing, still grinning shyly at you. His eyes had hints of mischief sparkling in them.

You nodded at him, smiling playfully. “And then?”

“And then,” he continued. “Vise versa. So, next you’d ask me something about yourself, and if I got the answer right, then…”

He inched a little closer, still, obviously trying to be subtle. You let him believe you hadn’t noticed.

“…Part of you is mine. But if I got the answer wrong, then you’d get to pick again.”

You chuckled, grinning at him like no tomorrow. It was such a typical teenage boy thing to come up with, but at the same time it sounded kinda fun; exciting, even.

You noticed, then, that you had also been subconsciously moving closer to him. You steadied yourself, keeping a soft smile on your lips. His eyes stayed focused on yours.

“For how long is this game supposed to go on?” you asked softly.

He cocked his head, his expression changing a little at that question, and another spark flickered across his eyes; a spark you felt in the pit of your stomach, just above the space between your legs.

He smoothed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes and smiled faintly at you, biting his lower lip subtly.

He looked directly at you as he answered. “Until one of us succumbs.”

You felt goosebumps on the back of your neck and your tummy hiccuped out a butterfly. He paused for a moment, gauging your response.

“The idea,” he continued. “Is to try to out-wait one another.”

The smile was gone from his lips, but it remained in his eyes. You returned his stare.

“Interesting,” you pulled yourself a little further down into the water, moving forward slightly as you did.

“Yeah,” he smiled, reading your face carefully.

You returned his smile with a smirk of your own. “Well…let’s play it, then.”

He cocked his head to the side, his eyes questioning whether or not you were serious. Holding his stare steadily, you finally let your arms relax to your sides. “It sounds like I owe it to you, anyway.”

Softly brushing his ripe lower lip with his thumb, he looked nervous, but intrigued. That killer smile grew more playful as the seconds ticked by.

He inched closer, raising his gaze back to your face, sinking onto his knees in front of you. His head was level with your chest, but he maintained eye contact. “You don’t owe it to me. I only want to if you want to.”

His eyes looked like they were lit up from the inside as they searched yours. You gently smiled and nodded at him. “I want to.”

He blessed you with another slow smile, running a hand through his hair again: it was damp by now, and fully smoothed back from his handsome face. He gestured at you playfully. “Come a little closer.”

You obeyed before dipping your head into the warm water, smoothing your own hair back from your face. You were sure your makeup had melted away by this point, and you felt more naked than ever under his stare. No one had ever looked at you quite like that before; like you were something to be admired. But, strangely, you weren’t scared or nervous at all.

He raised a hand towards your face slowly before quickly giving you a gentle tap on the end of your nose.

“Ladies first,” he grinned.

You laughed, already enjoying yourself: he had an aura about him that made you feel so comfortable like you could let go around him and let your guard down a little bit. It had been so long since you’d met anyone like that.

Clearing your throat, you stared shamelessly at his body, searching your mind for a question and looking up at the sky that was still sending down slow, lazy snowflakes. “All right, I’ve got one,” you grinned.

“I’m ready,” he wrinkled his nose playfully back at you.

“What’s my room number at the resort?”

His mouth fell open into a surprised smile and you laughed.

“That’s not an easy one!” he protested.

You smiled daringly at him. “It should be if I made such an…interesting impression on you.”

He looked down at the water, chuckling and shaking his head before meeting your gaze again. “Fair enough.”

He thought for a while, and his grin slowly grew more mischievous; almost confident. “Your room is room 1003.”

Now it was your turn to drop your jaw. “What the hell, that’s correct!”

He laughed maniacally, comically throwing his head back. “You underestimate me!” He boomed.

You felt the blush on your face as you laughed along, splashing him gently. He sighed out his laughter before giving you a flirtatious smirk, scanning his eyes over your face, neck, and shoulders. Suddenly you found yourself at a heightened awareness of the nerves in your body- of how every shift of the water felt against your skin, and your tummy spun in anticipation.

“I pick…”

You held your breath, watching his face.

“…Your left ear.”

You raised an eyebrow at him: that wasn’t quite what you were expecting. “My left ear, huh?”

He gave you a nod, the smile gone but the fire still in his eyes. “Yes,” he said in a low voice. “Take your earring off.”

You paused, once again admiring that spark dancing in his pupils. “Why?”

He didn’t answer, the look on his face unchanging.

You waited a beat before complying, quickly but carefully removing both earrings and handing them over to him. He placed them on a stone nearby before slowly turning back to you, moving so closely that you were almost nose to nose. You could feel the energy pulsing off of his skin.

“So that I can do this.”

Slowly, he moved to wrap his lips around the bottom of your ear. You inhaled on reflex, goosebumps immediately dancing lines along your arms. His mouth was so soft and warm, and you could feel the hairs on your neck stand to attention for him as he gently trapped your earlobe between his lips, playfully sneaking his tongue along the edges.

Your wrists started to twitch ever so slightly, wanting to embrace him, but your competitive side reared it’s playful head: you didn’t want to “succumb” so easily, despite the dizzying tingle in your skin that begged you to. Instead you focused on trying to breathe evenly and not make a sound.

Taking his sweet time, he slowly placed gentle nips up the curve of your ear, moving to hold the back of your head with his long, warm hand. You managed to suppress the shudder your body was desperate to release, but it dispersed into hot tingles that crawled their way down your legs in waves: you couldn’t help but to close your eyes and move your head to give him better access, and a small sigh escaped your lips.

He licked your earlobe again, warm and wet; giving it another few gentle bites before nuzzling behind your ear, kissing the skin there. You felt his hot breath spread down your neck as he paused a moment, his lips hovering just above your skin before he slowly moved to face you, his eyes hooded and sparkling.

He met your eyes with a sexy, boyish grin. “My turn,” he almost whispered.

You swallowed hard, nearly shaking as he put his hand to his pink lips, thinking for a moment, snowflakes collecting at the crown of his head.

“What…” he started in a playful tone. “…was our first drink together?”

You couldn’t help it: you scrunched your lips into a pout and he laughed.

“Hey, it should be easy if I left an impression on you,” he teased, winking.

Shit.

You shifted uncomfortably, struggling to remember, piecing together the parts of the night that you could still picture.

You remembered the set-up bar, decorated with fairy lights and buckets full of ice embracing sparkling wines; blood-deep reds lined up tastefully on display. But it wasn’t wine you had in your hands; it was something a little darker in thick, short glasses with lots of ice.

You narrowed your eyes at him, trying not to show any uncertainty.

“Jack and Gingers.”

That flash showed up again in his eyes and he smiled wickedly. You groaned, covering your face. “Wrong,” he said, still smiling. “We had Two Star Bourbon Cokes.”

Ugh, of course you did! Once he said it, you remembered in a flash. You could still faintly picture his warm smile as he handed the tinkling glass to you; how you’d said “Cheers!” before taking a drink.

He was running his eyes over you again, and your breath caught in your throat. There really was something about those eyes of his: it felt like they could see all of you under the dark water. It was a stare like fingertips dancing down your body.

His hand reached out and gently took your own, raising it up and out of the water. “I pick this hand,” he said in a low murmur.

You could only watch him, entranced, as he slowly smoothed out your fingers. He paused to look you in the eyes before bringing your hand up to his plush mouth, pressing it to your wrist in lingering, sensual kisses; slowly moving upward through the curve in your palm and along your fingers. He brushed his mouth lightly across your fingertips, teasing them, his hot breath scaring off the cold mountain air, before gently nipping the tender skin there. You felt it in every part of your body; dull waves of pleasantry, like the tickling of feathers.

He tried to hold your gaze, but you had to look away; those eyes were too intense. However, it was hard not to focus on the sweet pink that blushed over his swollen lips: you watched them slowly bring his kiss back to your wrist, blooming warmth. His eyelashes looked so long as he closed his eyes: they rested against his cheeks in spidery black wisps.

He hummed gently, sending soft vibrations up your arm, and you shuddered in response. Who knew hands were an erogenous zone?

You moved your eyes back to his, and he trapped you in a steady, sultry gaze. He smiled slightly, gently moving your hand to his smooth chest: you could feel his heart pounding in a hard rhythm, warm and swollen with blood. He paused for a moment and then grinned wickedly, slowly sliding your hand lower, lower, before stopping at his firm stomach.

You let your palm blossom out, smoothing against his hot skin. He met your eyes once more, and you could almost feel the energy in them licking at your skin. You were both daring each other and resisting each other all at once, and it was a wild, exciting feeling.

You bit your lip furiously, your wrist twitching, tempted to keep traveling down, but you kept it there as he gently ran his fingertips over the back of your hand. You cleared your throat and snapped yourself to attention, straightening your back and pulling your palm away. He remained smiling devilishly at you: he knew he’d gotten to you, and he loved it.

“Your question,” he grinned.

You exhaled, licking your lips, searching your mind for something that sounded fair but that he clearly wouldn’t be able to answer correctly. When you found it, you let a smirk of your own cross your face. You decided to steal his example question.

“What’s my favorite color?” You asked sweetly, cocking your head.

His eyes narrowed through a taunting smile. “…Really?”

You giggled. “Really.”

He sighed, looking up at the stars as if they’d align themselves to spell out the answer.

You waited, smirking proudly at him, but it was admittedly hard to keep gloating calmly when there were mere centimeters between your bodies. The butterflies grew to the size of birds, migrating from your stomach to your chest: it felt like being a teenager again, standing next to your crush in the lunch line, overwhelmed with hormonal rage and wishing- begging -for the world to shift so you could bump into each other; so he would bring his body closer, if only for a moment. It was a desperate feeling, but had grown into a sexy one now that you were a woman, and your head was reeling.

He finally settled on an answer, but his eyes were uncertain. “It’s blue. I’d bet money on it.”

Now you knew what that sweet rush of victory felt like, and he narrowed his lips nervously as your mouth grew into an unstoppable grin. “Well, you’d lose that bet,” you announced, delighted. “Your answer is incorrect.”

He took in a breath and let it go in a shaky sigh, straightening himself up. “I admit defeat,” he smiled coolly, but there were still flecks of nervousness in his eyes.

You were loving it: it was so thrilling to create the same rush of anticipation in him that he’d created in you. You could feel it emanating from him in a pulse, like it was reaching for you.

You allowed your eyes to search him: he’d brought himself a little further out of the water, the light from the moon reflecting off his wet body. You didn’t know how you could possibly choose one part of it to claim, but you weren’t going to lose your cool: you were determined to hold your ground and beat him at his own game.

Choosing his lips felt like giving in too much, so you pushed some of his hair away from the side of his neck, watching goosebumps break out under the touch.

“I choose here,” you said softly, running fingers down the length of his neck. He inhaled, his eyes fluttering nearly closed. Clearly, you had chosen a weak point.

You smiled in wicked victory before replacing your hand with your lips, indulging in hungry, deep kisses, resting your hand at the nape of his neck. He leaned into the kiss, and you could feel his head start to tilt back and then stop as he tried to maintain composure. You smiled, adding your tongue to his soft skin, licking and biting at your leisure: you could almost feel his flesh rippling beneath your lips.

His warm neck tasted like the spring water, and he finally let his head move slightly back, inviting you to more. His defined jawline was the perfect frame, and you could almost taste the moans gathering in his throat. You were greedy for them, but forced yourself to hold back from going hog-wild, despite the instinct to wrap yourself around him entirely.

You felt his hands hovering on either side of your hips, daring themselves to land. Feeling cheeky, you made the distance between you as small as it could be without actually grazing skin.

Every small movement he made sent tiny hills of hot water rolling out from your bodies, like heartbeats. His mouth was open, lids heavy and closed, and you paused to admire him before pulling back and willing your nerves to calm down.

He slowly blinked his eyes back open and lowered his face to meet yours. “You’re wicked,” he whispered, his lips just barely hovering above your own. It was as though his words could physically touch you.

You gripped the sides of your legs tightly, refusing to reach for him; refusing to move that tiny bit forward to feel his kiss. Instead, you inhaled deep and moved back a little, feeling your whole body blush.

He smiled that playful, scrunched-up-nose smile and then stood at his full height, hovering above you. Steam rose off of his skin, and the water stopped just at the top of his defined hips. You stared blatantly. He, also, was finally allowing his gaze to move downward towards your breasts, but he jerked his hand up to his lips, resisting temptation.

You smirked.

“Come on,” he said, instead taking your hand that now belonged to him. “We should sit at the shallow end for a while. You look really flushed, we should get you cooled down a bit.”

You cursed inwardly: you could resist his actions, but your skin still revealed the crazy battle of anticipation inside of you.

So you followed obediently, watching the water reveal more and more of his firm ass as you neared the shallow end. But like a pro, he swiftly moved back to a sitting position on one of the smooth rocks, pulling you to sit beside him. Your eyes wanted so badly to travel down to his lap, but you didn’t want him to even have that small victory over you. You dared to remain looking only at his face.

He studied your expression, seemingly aware of the struggle, and laughed softly under his breath. “You doing ok?”

You gritted your teeth as you grinned. “I’m doing great.”

His eyes lit up again as he chuckled, running his gaze over your face.

You sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other. You were so aware of his closeness; it was like electricity hummed over his body. Your joined hands pulsed together, drunk on just that small connection of skin on skin.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, holding up his free hand towards your cheek. He caught himself, though, and froze his palm just above your skin. You smirked, and he lowered his hand, clearing his throat.

“So are you,” you responded.

It was like he had fireflies in his pupils. You couldn’t get used to it.

You feigned confidence and sat up a little straighter, daring him with a smirk. He continued to look back at you, and you wondered if he could see the kinds of things in your eyes that you saw in his; if the lights in his stare allowed him to. You almost wanted to ask him but didn’t know how.

He adjusted in the water, not letting go of the hand he’d claimed. “Okay. My question, now.”

Aw, shit. You cleared your throat as daintily as you could and waited.

Now it was his turn to smirk at you. “Where do I live?”

You let out a little gasp. How was that fair?!

His smirk deepened. “I did tell you that night, so it’s not technically an unfair question.”

You furrowed your brow, pouting. “That’s so mean.”

His smirk transformed into a child-like, full-tooth grin, and he cocked his head innocently to the side. “That’s my question!”

You couldn’t help the smile that briefly danced along your lips: he was kind of weird, but you liked it. You were amazed at how much his face changed with his thoughts.

“I mean…you could live in Iceland, for all I know,” you mumbled to yourself.

He rose his eyebrows, grinning. “Wrong! You lose.”

Your mouth dropped open. “Hey, that wasn’t my answer!”

“Too late,” he said, his voice still playful but now soft and deep.

He squeezed your hand, that boyish smirk never faltering. The see-sawing between his cuteness and his sexiness was making your head spin: he was duality personified.

He placed his lips near your left ear and whispered softly. “Why? Are you nervous?”

You felt that voice between your legs, but maintained a somewhat composed appearance. “No,” you replied, meaning to sound firm. But the tremor in your voice was unmistakable.

He just kept smirking confidently. You braced yourself.

“Hmm…” He ran a hand through your hair, and you playfully smacked his wrist away.

“Unless you’re choosing my head, no touching. I already let you get away with that once,” you retorted, giving him a look. “Cheater.”

He laughed out loud. “Okay, okay, understood.”

He sighed out the rest of his chuckles and his face quickly grew serious again as he ran that hand through his wet hair, slowly scanning his eyes downwards towards your chest.

Oh, shit.

“I pick…” He raised his hand and slowly moved to run his pretty fingers along your ribs, just under your right breast. You shuddered under the light touch. “Right here.”

As you inhaled and steadied yourself, he got to his knees in front of you again, moving his head down to gently brush his mouth against your skin. Your nerves responded to him in tender sparks: he could make any part of your body feel like your most private and sensitive areas.

He opened his warm lips against you, breathing heat into your body, working his mouth masterfully just below your breast. You could see the goosebumps standing to attention along your chest, and noticed them spreading along his neck, as well. The sight of them made it that much more difficult to resist him.

He placed his hand gently against your left ear, tenderly manipulating the angle of your body to his will. Every touch sent more fire between your legs to the point you could feel your pulse throbbing there.

You couldn’t help it: a small moan fluttered out of your throat, and you felt him smile against your skin as he continued his perfect attack, allowing his fingertips to gently brush the top of your ear.

No one had ever touched you like that before. Who exactly was this guy, anyway? And where had he been hiding all your life?

“You’re so soft,” he hummed against your skin in his low voice, and another shower of goose-flesh enveloped you.

Just when you thought you were really about to lose it, he closed a final kiss to your lower rib, slowly raising his head to look at you again, loose strands of wet hair falling into his eyes.

Your chest was visibly rising and falling, but you managed to pull your facial expression together, staring right back at him. You didn’t even give him a warm-up, this time. “How old am I?”

The pride in his grin dimmed significantly and he raised his eyebrows at you. “I thought it was impolite to assume such things,” he responded coolly.

You cocked your head at him, mimicking that little habit of his. His smile grew wider as you wrinkled your nose at him. “I wasn’t aware we were discussing social norms.”

Now he used both hands to run through his thick hair, shaking his head and smiling nervously. “I could get in real trouble, depending on my answer.”

You didn’t respond, maintaining that teasing smirk. He chewed on his plump lower lip as he observed your face, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought.

“Let me see,” he mused.

You waited for a few more beats. “You have 5 seconds to answer.”

His eyes went wide. “Wow, you’re ruthless.”

“Well, you cheated!”

Mischief danced over his handsome face and he giggled. “Did I?”

You didn’t respond once more, raising your eyebrow at him daringly. A few ticks went by before he shrugged his shoulders and sighed in exasperation before correctly guessing your age.

Your mouth fell open.

He was delighted to see your surprised look and pointed his finger at you, chuckling. “Aha! See, that’s what you get when you’re not nice.”

Your lips were moving but no words were coming out. You were genuinely in shock. You couldn’t get yourself to respond.

Before you could register the movement, he brought his hands to hover over either side of your face, and you were nose to nose once more. You prayed he couldn’t feel you trembling.

“I already know what more of you I want,” he whispered above your lips.

You closed your eyes and sighed as he placed kisses from the top of your cheek down to your jaw, taking his sweet time. You could smell his skin, he was so close: it was a watery, dizzying smell. A smell only a man’s skin can produce. He placed his hand on the place just below your breast that he owned, rubbing gently, relaxing you into his touch. Making his way back towards your lips, he paused- daring himself -and when he didn’t move any further, you took your chance, immediately breaking away and sloshing as fast as you could in the opposite direction. “You have to catch me, now!”

His whole face lit up as he laughed out loud, stumbling awkwardly through the hot water towards you. He tripped once or twice, and as the water got deeper and your laugh grew louder, you slowed down, nearly tripping yourself.

“That’s against the rules!” He whined, but you only cackled in response.

“You never said that,” you replied in sing-song, pushing your body against the strong water.

You could hear him splashing behind you as his long legs allowed him to catch up, and he wrapped his hand around yours, spinning you to face him. Panting and sighing out your smiles, you grew dangerously close once again, and that mischievous light wholly overcame his deep eyes.

He lowered his face to kiss your cheek again, smoothing his hand along it, but he paused suddenly, moving to allow his mouth to hover millimeters above yours. Heat radiated off of his ripe lips, and you felt his body tense a little in hesitation, like he was asking permission. You denied him that, taking a full step back. It was game on, now.

You watched as a cute, disappointed pout bloomed on his face.

“Are you getting nervous?” you teased.

He ran that pretty hand down the side of his neck, scrunching his nose up at you. His little habits were so endearing, it was completely maddening.

“No,” he quipped, smiling.

You perched yourself back down on the bench and he sat beside you. You noticed him eyeing the large, round resting beds at the edge of the spring, but he caught himself and quickly looked back at you.

“Your question,” you grinned.

You could see him searching his mind through his eyes; that glint hadn’t left them. “Hmmm,” he hummed.

You waited, trying to calm your heart rate. What was it about this man that got you so excited?

“What color are my eyes?” he spat out before quickly spinning away from you.

You laughed out loud. Did he think you weren’t as observant as he clearly was?

Big mistake.

“Brown,” you answered simply. “Wam brown like maple syrup.”

You watched his shoulders tense up as he slowly turned around to look at you. “…Ok, I admit it. That was a lame question,” he chuckled.

You didn’t let him chuckle long: it was revenge time. You thumbed over his left nipple and he shut his mouth in a gasp, the smile leaving his face. You could almost hear him thinking “Oh, shit.”

“Right here,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. You could see him twitch, wanting to lean back a little- save himself some face. But he adjusted. “This part of you is mine.”

Before he could register it, you wrapped your hand gently against the side of his neck and pursed your lips around his nipple, instantly earning a shudder and a little hiss out of him. You smiled shamelessly, nipping gently before flicking your tongue over the hardened peak of skin. You instantly felt him trembling: apparently, you had a gift for immediately finding his weak spots.

“Oh come on,” he groaned, but he pushed his chest out further for you, tangling his hands in your hair. You let him, this time.

You kissed circles around his sensitive nipple; light, teasing ones that left goosebumps draped all over him. He started panting gently, rubbing your scalp in circles with his palm. You were loving the power you suddenly had over him- that he had over you -and you wanted more. Resisting the overwhelming urge to grab his dick under the warm water, you continued your attack on him for a few moments more before leaving a final, slow lick.

The tops of his cheeks were flushed and he stared at you with his mouth slightly open, breathing hard. “Can you read my mind or something?” he stuttered.

You chuckled. “What do you mean?”

He swallowed hard and repositioned himself. “It’s like you know just where to touch me.”

You grinned. “Likewise.”

His cheeks grew even pinker at that and he looked to his side shyly for a moment before returning your smile with his own. “Glad to hear it. Your turn.”

You blew a raspberry between your lips. Half of you wanted to give him an easy one, but the other half was still in competition mode. You settled for an in-between one.

“What’s my name?” you asked softly.

He didn’t hesitate before responding. “Easy.”

He said your name, and the way he said it- softly, but with a slight purr -made your spine start to tickle. Aw, shit. You hadn’t expected him to remember it that easily, especially because you couldn’t remember ever formally introducing yourselves.

You swallowed. “Ok, maybe that was my dumb question.”He was grinning like a bobcat, and before you could say anything, he stood up and lifted you out of the spring, perching you on the edge. You widened your eyes in shock, fully exposed to him, now. You almost wanted to cover yourself, but the way he kept trailing those eyes up and down your body was too mesmerizing. He reached out his warm hand and placed it at the side of your knee, and you were trembling instantly.

“This leg,” he announced.

“Hey!” you protested. “You said it has to be above the waist!”

He smirked. “I lied.”

Before you could protest again, he held your leg and started running kisses up from your ankle all the way to your inner thigh, pulling shuddering whimpers out of you. “That’s not fair!”

He didn’t say anything, but you felt his smirk on your skin, and soon his kisses grew deeper and faster, sending waves of pleasure and heat up your body. Those lips were lethal, and he certainly knew how to use them. You couldn’t fathom where all of his shyness came from: clearly, he took whatever he wanted, and he put all of himself into claiming you.

You couldn’t help the sharp little gasps coming out of your throat: he’d earned them. Every time he kissed back up your thigh, he grew closer and closer to your swollen pussy, and you could feel his exhales like butterfly kisses: your body writhed in reflex, but not enough to pull yourself out of his grasp.

He paused and looked up at you, eyes now traceless of the shy man he had shown you: they were hungry, almost predatory. He kept his hand on your leg and leaned his cheek against the side of your knee, breathing hard and boring holes into your stare with his own.

Breathlessly, you managed to whimper, “Your question.”

That mischievous smile returned to his swollen mouth. “What’s my name?” He breathed.

Before you could even get nervous, it suddenly popped into your head.

“Taehyung.”

He grinned wider, moving to place his long hands on either side of your ass, pulling you down and folding your legs over his shoulders.

“Remember it,” he growled.

You blinked at him, chest heaving. “What, are you giving in?”

He didn’t even hesitate. “Fuck yes,” he exhaled, diving his face between your legs and immediately sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your hands grabbed his hair in fists as if they had a mind of their own, and you laid yourself out for him, steam crawling off of your body and the stone just warm enough against your back as your arched into his wet mouth.

His tongue moved in waves of pressure against you, hard and soft, tasting hungrily. He moaned a little, and the vibration rippled deliciously through your whole body, blooming outward from his consistent movements. You were reaching your climax fast, and he seemed to be entirely aware of it, gripping your hips harder, not easing up in the slightest. You couldn’t even remember that you were in a public place that probably had a bit of an echo: your whole mind was overcome with pleasure from his hot, dedicated mouth. You could only moan helplessly as the knot between your legs grew tighter. You wanted to beg him for your orgasm, but you couldn’t speak.

Your hips twitched, moving to meet the rhythm of his tongue as he lapped at you, and he groaned as you pulled tighter on his hair, gasping. It only took a few more bucks of your hips before pleasure exploded from your pussy to the top of your head, mouth gaping open helplessly. His name came out of your throat readily, and he worked his tongue through your orgasm, gently releasing his grip on your hips as your heartbeat tried to regather itself. You were still dizzy with release as he hoisted himself up, holding himself above you, your legs dangling into the warm water. Eyes on fire, he held your face in his large hands and looked hard at you. “Good girl,” he whispered just above your lips, and you closed the distance between your mouths.

It was like an electric shock, but pleasurable: he immediately leaned into the kiss, wrapping his warm arms around your waist as much as he could, pressing his hard body to you. Your stomachs kissed as you enveloped each other, your head still reeling: his skin on yours met a need you didn’t even know you had.

Within moments you were enthralled in needy, deep kisses. He dipped his tongue into your mouth, humming with pleasure, and you could barely breathe: you gasped between kisses, moving your body against him. You could feel how hard he was- how smooth and defined, and ready for you. Your lips parted and met in fluid sweetness: you could almost taste honey on his tongue.

He broke the kiss to roll over and get to his feet, pulling you up. You jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, grasping his lips in another kiss as he stumbled over to one of the pool beds. You fell against it in an “oof!” and smiled at one another before wrapping yourselves in each other all over again. Your hips seemed to move on their own, the hot softness of his cock rubbing against you in perfect synch.

You pushed his shoulders back and turned the both of you over so you were straddling him, leaning back to take him in. “I want to look at you,” you breathed, scanning your eyes over his long torso and soft stomach.

You had never seen anything so beautiful. You couldn’t help yourself: you wanted to devour him and be devoured; wanted him weak for you the way he made you weak for him.

Your stomach exploded into pleasant flutters as you draped yourself over him, greedily kissing and sucking along his long neck and making your way down the center of his chest. His breath hitched as you hovered your lips above his erection, and you wrapped your hand around him before taking him into your mouth with a greedy hum.

That moan you had been waiting for finally let loose in his throat, deep and visceral, and he arched his back, bucking his sharp hips upward. Just the sound alone had you crazy, and you sucked him as deep into your mouth as you could, following your movements with your hand.

He whimpered like he’d never had a blowjob in his life, tenderly holding onto your head and moving you up and down. He tasted so soft and perfect: you wanted to keep pulling those gorgeous noises out of him until he begged you to stop.

You hadn’t been going long before he pulled your head up, eyes staring hard at you.

“I want you,” he breathed, his pretty chest moving up and down in deep breaths. “Right now.”

He snaked his hand over your throat, gripping just enough, before flipping the both of you over again and capturing your lips with his. He gently squeezed at your neck as he used his free hand to move your legs further apart, positioning his dick right at your entrance. You felt like you were going crazy: you swore you could feel the heat in his blood as he rubbed the head of his cock against your swelling clit before finally dipping his hips in elegant sharpness to push himself into you.

You cried out: you’d never been so turned on in your life, and as he slowly thrust deeper and deeper inside of you, you thanked whatever God there was that his asshole friends had sent him reeling into this hot spring.

His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he grunted. You could feel his strong thighs tremble as he started picking up his pace, kissing at your collar bone, holding tight onto you in perfect control. His free hand went to grip the side of your ass, manipulating your movements, and you let him bend you to his pleasure, overwhelmed with the fullness of him.

“You feel so perfect,” he moaned breathlessly against your open lips.

You soon met each other’s rhythm, your hips falling perfectly into place, and at that point, nothing else existed except the feeling of him fucking into you desperately.

He started to moan louder and deeper and you couldn’t help the quick little whimpers pouring out of your mouth at every thrust. The combination of his needy groans and the speed of his movements was bringing you desperately close to climax, and you wished you could slow time down and bathe in that pleasure forever.

You were soon outright whimpering into his ear, feeling your pussy suck around him, and he buried his face into your neck as he picked up the pace even further. Your consciousness completely left you as you allowed yourself to indulge in the growing orgasm, and before you knew it, you were calling his name again, powerful waves of pulsing pleasure rocking you into climax as your hips shuddered and twitched against each other. He cried out as he met his own release, holding onto you tightly, hot breath spreading steam out over your neck.

You lay like that, tangled into each other, until he slowly pulled out with a wince, moving his arms to wrap around you again. He panted against your chest before laying down gentle kisses: you could feel him still trembling, and you clung to his hot skin, kissing his temple.

A few moments passed, his body still draped over you, the steam from the hot spring and the heat from your skin keeping you both warm.

He suddenly started chuckling, and you let out a giggle as well.

“How about you stay in my room tonight?” he breathed, hugging you tightly to him.

You smiled, returning his hug.

“Only if we can play again.”

He lifted his head to look at you, smirking that boyish smile.

“Deal.”

️-this was my first smut, please forgive me if it sucks ><

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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 4 years ago

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Goodnight, Aaron (Aaron Hotchner x OC) Chapter 4

Summary: With Hotch’s blessing, Sebastian begins to assimilate into the Hotchner household.

Tagging: @sunlight-moonrise, @clean-bands-dirty-stories, @genevievedarcygranger, and @davidrossi-ismydad

Chapter 3 // Masterlist // AO3 Link // Chapter 5

Dropping Jack off at school proved to be the easiest thing in Sebastian’s day, despite not waking up past ten o’clock for the past few weeks.

Packing his possessions only took two hours in comparison to the literal hellscape that was the cleaning up. His tiny bedsit hid plenty of nooks and crannies that hoarded dust and grime. On his hands and knees, Sebastian scrubbed away with anti-bac spray and wipes in hopes that he would get his deposit back.

He really fucking hated cleaning. It always took him way too long. Probably because he got putting on a video for background noise – it had to be something he found interesting to help pass the time but not so interesting that he would be pulled into watching it. A fine wire to walk and Sebastian had terrible balance to match his attitude. There was also the fact that he would often put off cleaning with the excuse of doing it all in one big go.

Past Sebastian was a bitch and Present Sebastian was suffering because of it

After a quick lunch of his leftovers, he lay back on the floor and dialled for his best friend. She picked up after three rings and he whined loudly to her.

“Bellamy, help me. I’m drowning in used wipes in my shitty shitty bedsit.”

“Hmm, delicious,” and Bellamy hung up.

Sebastian didn’t bother ringing up to see if she’d appear in the room. He decided that he would find out if she was on her way or not in the next hour.

Turns out it only took twenty minutes for Bellamy to push the front door open with the tip of her wedges.

“Why’d you call me to help you clean? Sexist pig,” and she swung her leg over his head.

Sebastian didn’t bother trying to dodge, letting the air shoot past his ear, a few stray hairs fluttering in Bellamy’s wake, “Because Klaus would make more mess, and I love your scintillating company – did you bring anything?”

“I got me coffee and you Haribo’s.”

Just another reminder as to how all that kerfuffle with his work visa was worth it.

He clasped his hands together as if in prayer, “I adore you; I owe you my life.”

With a grin, Bellamy tossed the packet his way, “Give me a cloth and tell me about your new boss then.”

Another thing Bellamy brought was the tunes. She was mumbling lyrics as she scrubbed away at the skirting board, Sebastian harmonising in terrible ways. The tasks didn’t get completed much quicker, but it was much more entertaining for Sebastian. Who knew what Bellamy was up to before this, she didn’t tell him.

Bellamy tossed a bag into the garbage can and peered in despite the smell, “Somehow still better than my flat.”

“When are you moving out by the way?”

“Who knows, maybe I’ll move into your bedsit.”

“Don’t, landlord’s a prick.” And Sebastian looked over his shoulder, a belated measure

“Still better than mine.”

Bellamy stayed right up until all the belongings were crushed into Sebastian’s car and the door was locked by them for the final time. It was a very unemotional time when Sebastian tossed the keys through the letterbox, and they left down the murky stairwell together.

To say Jack enjoyed the sight of all Sebastian’s bags pilled together in the backseats was an understatement. The drive back, he was more elated by the tracks leaking from Sebastian’s stereo. His chatter on the drive back about the games in the playground filled the time, and Sebastian was drawn into the world of spies Jack had created.

The energy dipped when Jack and Sebastian had to carry all of Sebastian’s belongings inside. The lift worked, thank God, but Sebastian was still weighed down with his bags for life. Plus Jack could only carry so much. He was only somewhat eager to drag Sebastian’s wheelie suitcase down the corridors. And even less so was Jack to get on with his homework once the car was clear of baggage.

Sebastian sneaked a sly glance at Hotch’s list of Jack’s preferred snacks before he made up some apple slices with peanut butter. Gotta trick the kids into eating their five-a-day.

Somehow, after that snack break, Jack transformed his mood into “very understanding” about doing his science work - especially for an eleven-year-old. He listened to Sebastian’s reason, one he wished he’d thought about and listened to when he was Jack’s age, was heard.

The Lego break was greatly appreciated too. Especially since it was coupled with the front door opening at quarter to seven to reveal Hotch.

“Hi, Daddy!” Jack trotted over and hugged his middle.

“You’re home early,” Sebastian cheered from the kitchen counter.

“On time for once,” Hotch set his stuff on the side, and his gun into the drawer swiftly after. “Don’t expect it to happen often.” Then, as Jack went back to the dinner table, Hotch knelt down and removed a second gun from an ankle holster. Sebastian didn’t comment. He must have just missed that last time.

“What you doing, buddy?” Hotch joined Jack at the table, subbing in where Sebastian left off. He brought his own pile of paperwork with him. But it stayed in his briefcase.

“Math.”

“Let’s have a look.”

Sebastian’s cooking playlist continued with its lyricless songs. But it was turned it way down and Sebastian felt more self-consciousness about each song still coming up. Towards the final seconds, he would hover over the skip button before deciding that it wouldn’t be so bad if it continued.

One of Sebastian’s favourite songs came on, but he had very little time to enjoy it.

When Jack heard that it was playing, he bounced on his little butt with excitement, “Sebastian wants to get married to this song!”

Looking between Jack and Hotch, who was looking expectantly for an answer with a little grin, Sebastian noticed his jaw was slack and promptly shut it.

“I would like to have my first dance to this song,” He explained, a little slower than Jack who continued:

“We listened to it in the car! But he doesn’t like a bit in the middle so he’s going to change it.”

Sebastian bit his cheek and got back to stirring the cabbage around in the saucepan in a triangle.

“Is this it?” Hotch tapped his pen against the homework, “The part you don’t like?”

“Not yet,” Sebastian replied, “There’s a change from three to four beats per bar in a sec first.”

And, as if he wanted to make things even worse for himself, Sebastian began to wave out the time signature with the fork he’d been using in the saucepan. Hotch and Jack watched the movement the movement change from a triangle to a lightning bolt as the song shifted into its denouement.

“So maybe I’d have to get it edited,” Sebastian finished, his voice fading out the more he spoke.

He didn’t point it out when they reached the moment of upbeat, just before the closing bars that didn’t fit with the traditional wedding idea. Who knows? Maybe he’d be unconventional if he got married, jam out with his significant other on the dance floor.

But he wasn’t about to discuss that with Hotch - or continue it with Jack for that matter. And he didn’t look up from his cooking until it was done and ready to be served.

Hotch ate with them, sat beside Jack while Sebastian was opposite. Jack gave an enthused rehashing of this spy game’s narrative beats. His fork was his baton as he orchestrated a rich tapestry of how he and his friends crept about the playground together. Interjecting appropriately, Hotch offered him tips of the trade, like some hand signals to use while sneaking underneath the windows of the classroom.

“Did you move in alright?” He suddenly addressed Sebastian.

Prayed none of his food was stuck in his teeth, Sebastian replied, “Yeah thanks, I’ll probably be unpacking for some of tomorrow though.”

Jack helped Sebastian load the dishwasher after dinner while Hotch disappeared into his office. It didn’t go unmissed, the way Jack’s behaviour slumped as soon as his father turned to walk away from him.

However, when Hotch reappeared sans suit jacket and tie, Sebastian bit back his laughter. Not because he thought the sight was funny, but he was just so pleased for Jack as the two began setting up a film. It was such a beautiful event to watch unfold from the kitchen table, where Sebastian was flying his Minecraft avatar about the server in search of something to do. He wanted to ring his mum, but by the power of time-zones, he was rendered incapable. So instead he punched a tree until it fell.

“Sebastian! Are you going to watch with us?” Jack said, his neck craning as far as he could go to look at his nanny while he pulled the puppy eyes on him.

“Um,” Sebastian threw a glance at the horrendous clock tower besides Bellamy’s mansion, “I’m gonna work for a bit, sorry Jack.”

The puppy dog eyes grew wider – how that was possible, Sebastian didn’t know – but Jack accepted the answer with relative grace and settled with Hotch on the couch, his legs buried beneath a blanket.

Sebastian decided to start building, something productive. But the further he got into his project, the further he wanted to jump into the ocean because of how ugly everything he made turned out to be. The booming opening titles of a Star Wars film brought him back to the apartment, where Hotch was retrieving something from the fridge, barely giving Sebastian just enough time to switch tabs to his email before he walked behind him.

But then he stopped beside him and spoke under his breath, “You live here too now. You don’t have to worry about bothering us.”

“Ah, I don’t wanna encroach on your time with Jack. And I was just gonna go to the shops. You want owt?” It all came tumbling out of Sebastian’s mouth pretty quick.

“‘Out’?” Hotch repeated.

“Owt, anything, it’s slang for anything.”

“Oh, no thank you. We’re all set,” and he held up the chocolate bar in his hand with a little smile. Sebastian’s stomach tensed but he returned the smile and closed his laptop lid, off to his room to get his rucksack.

Hotch’s arm rested around Jack on the back of sofa. They took turns breaking a square off the chocolate bar, Jack occasionally going for another between

“It makes sense that ‘owt’ is ‘anything’, if ‘nowt’ is ‘nothing’,” Hotch remarked, his head falling back on the couch to look at Sebastian. He shot him back a single finger gun.

“Now you’re getting it.”

“You don’t have to keep your shoes by the door either.”

“Oh, your poor carpets,” Sebastian let out a laugh at his oh-so-very-lame comment, making eye contact with the dress shoes that rested beside Hotch’s feet in pewter grey socks on the floor.

The shop was only a ten-minute walk away and he knew what he wanted. Sebastian still looped around the aisles as if he did not know where his next minute would be spent on this mortal coil. Eventually he settled on a slice of banoffee pie from the bakery. He answered the phone at the till, not so subtly bringing up the subject of their Minecraft time to Bellamy on the other end:

“Have you been on the server yet?”

“No, I’m marking some homework. Why? You wanna hop on tonight?”

“Ah, I’m gonna wait until Jack is off to bed first.”

“I’ll keep you posted on how the little buggers do with their homework.” And there was a clink of a glass in the background, “But I’m telling you, if I read one more ‘Curly’s wife’s nails are red because red means danger’.”

“Make it a drinking game! Don’t, don’t do that.”

Sebastian just missed the rain on his walk back. Thankfully so because his hoodie wouldn’t provide much protection for himself or for his pie. Upon re-entering the apartment, he was greeted by Jack and Jack alone.

“You alright, bud? Where’s ya Dad?”

“He had to get the phone.”

Speak of the devil, Hotch returned to the sitting room with his tie neat in place and suit jacket returned on his back. As he collected his belongings from his safe, he caught sight of Sebastian, “I gotta go to the office, shouldn’t be more than a few hours.”

He kissed the top of Jack’s head and nodded goodbye at Sebastian before leaving. It was then Sebastian saw that the movie was paused and Jack was eating the last square of chocolate.

“Do you want to finish the film, or wait until your dad comes back?”

“Finish it, please,” Jack drooled a little and Sebastian grabbed a tissue to mop it up.

He poked away at the pie before eating it. The pair watched in quietude before Sebastian remembered the last of his snacks at the bottom of his bag.

“You want a Haribo?”

They went through the usual routine: the Millennium Falcon speeding away with the gang barely intact before the credits rolled, teeth brushing, Sebastian reading Where The Wild Things Are until Jack was dozing off and not fighting his nanny easing him lower into his pillows.

The ugly-as-hell clock tower was demolished in favour of making a little paddock for the cows. Bellamy joined the server and insisted on an extension to their little home.

When he realised how dark his room had gotten, Sebastian checked the time.

11:03.

He closed the lid of his laptop. Then he lay down on his bed with his eyes open and listened. Just his breathing and the beating of his heart were heard, slow and steady for Lord knows how long.

Then the front door creaked.

Footsteps padded across the floor, and the hall light snapped on. A shadow beneath the door passed by. He heard Hotch go into Jack’s room. Then the light went out again and a bedroom door closed.

Sebastian turned over and closed his eyes, now that he was ready to sleep.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x oc #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfic #my writing #wc: 2k+#r: male #series #goodnight aaron

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years ago

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Cold Night - Ralph Anderson x Reader (The Outsider)

GIF Credit: X

Sure Be Cool If You Did / Bienvenue From Hell, Mon Amour / Made in the USA / Under The Weather

Author’s Note: So, we’re still using book Ralph’s personality. Because that’s where I’d like to keep him!

I just got this idea whilst thinking for a little too long about the show... And also this song, as ever, popped up on shuffle and went “You know what would be good...!”

And thus, you all get your 5th installment of Ralph Anderson

*Note, the DA is back to his book name, Samuels, for part consistency.

Disclaimer: Characters and plot lines from The Outsider are all Stephen Kings / Thanks YM@S for once again providing some great lyrics from this album / Gif not mine - credit as appropriate.

Premise: As detectives and partners, it’s good from time to time to discuss cases... But sometimes you need something a little more than just discussion to help you through them...

Words: 2063

Warnings: All Fluff - I just needed me some Sweet-Soft!Ralph.

_________ It was a cold night, we laid with each other just to stay warm Up all hours, not for the last time As it's a cold life, stay with each other one last time We could always run away some other night

Don't you let me go this time Don’t you let me go this time Don't go baby, it's time for us you know. Don't go honey, this way we'll never know Don't go honey, this way we'll never know

It was a cold night, the talk of forever kept us warm But even forever, doesn't last that long I say, say you'll never, say you'll never change

Say you'll never, say you'll never change Say you'll never, say you'll never change I knew the moment I met you I could never lose you I knew the moment I met you...

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The house was unusually quiet. Not that it didn’t have its quiet periods, but when all three of you were in it at once it was certainly unexpected. You thought you knew the reason why, and shuffled from the room you were in - sorting books, and realising one was missing - through the house until you found him. Lying across the sofa on his back, holding the book up, not exactly engrossed, but turning the pages like he was paying attention. Ralph Anderson probably wished the case file had never crossed his desk – but then who else’s?

You leant yourself against the wall, arms folded until he noticed you. It was obvious by his body language that something was off. Which is why he was probably so quiet. He got through at least 3 more pages before he even noticed you were standing there. That was worrying, Ralph was the more observant of the two of you. And he liked to tell you that often. Usually by standing in the middle of the crime scene staring you down, hands on his hips; “yeah, what are you missing?”

No so today, although the fact that he didn’t look at you when he addressed you meant he might just have been waiting for the right time. “How do you read this?” You tipped your head to speed count pages; “...Strange words for a man who looks like he’s about a fifth of the way through it...” “I didn’t have anything else to do...” he mumbled, shuffling around on the couch. “Funny, you’re using all your tells...” you crossed the room to him in swinging lazy steps “Babe, what’s wrong?” He shrugged; “Nothing.” “If you wanted to take your mind off the case, may I suggest not reading a detective mystery novel?” He sighed, lowering his arms for a moment; “I just wondered if another detective could help me out? Like if I was missing something... maybe I could try another method? I dunno.” You frowned, “Well... you live with another detective... are they not good enough?” “I don’t want you involved in this one...” “Why?” You crouched “I’m a big girl.” “I know.” He laid the book on his chest and reached out for you; “...But I’m also aware you have a little girl...” fingers ran through your hair as he framed your face, the movement of his thumbs affectionate. You very nearly rolled your eyes “Ralph, it’s hardly Frankie Peterson 2.0...” “I know but I don’t want you involved - end of-!” “So you instead want to sit here and suffer in silence?” “Well...” it was a small smirk but it’d do “Yune isn’t available.” It was all you could do to chuckle; “Yeah well. Why doesn’t that surprise me.” You moved your hands to his shoulders caressing them gently - and hoping that would at least bring some comfort; “Baby, I’m here - talk to me.” “I know... I know I just...” Ralph sighed again, arm stretching further so that his hand covered your neck, meaning your hair now brushed against his skin. “...maybe that’s all I need right now?” You gave a soft smile; “What?” “You. Right here...” Then he applied gentle pressure and you knew what he wanted - you leant in to brush your lips to his; and he didn’t let you pull away - linking his arms behind your head. He successfully stole more kisses than you were going to allow him, before you propped yourself back onto your elbows. But one of Ralph’s hands still framed your face.

“Call me crazy... but... there’s something about you, Y/N... that I...” he laughed, quiet, breathy - like a private joke to himself “At points you are... erratic. But right now? You’re the most calming presence I think I could wish to get.” “Yeah?” You would disagree “Yeah.” He nodded, his fingertips moving in soothing patterns over your skin “...so I just need you right here... and maybe my head’ll clear a little.” “Well, you’re lucky I’m available and don’t have a date with the DA.” Though your smile was sweet “You know I would cancel on him for you, right?” He chuckled, leaning up to kiss you again as he took your hand in his; “I’m honoured-!” “Oh, no, it’s you that is doing me the honour of letting me of all people be your quiet space...” “Mhm-! C’mere...” Ralph pulled you from your position on the floor around the couch, and then tugged you down to lie with him, arms wrapping around your shoulders, he cuddled you close before kissing your hair. “I need you, Y/N... Real bad at times.” “Perfect balance.” You’d said it before… He’d said it before. Heck – so many people had commented similar you were starting to believe it. His smile was thoughtful “Beyond perfect balance. So don’t go changing on me...” “Wouldn’t dream of it...” you rubbed his back soothingly, “Now go on, you get on with thinking your case through. And I’ll try not to move...” “We’ll see how long that lasts...” he murmured, twining your legs with his in an attempt to make your promise a reality. “I love you... you know?” “...I did know that, I think, yeah.” “But I mean it. No jokes.” “Jokes?” You smiled gently, looking up into his serious blue eyes, and the way his mouth pressed into a thin line, furrowed brow creating those cute little wrinkles across his forehead. He worried too much. “Jokes? The Ralph Anderson I know doesn’t joke...” you kissed his forehead gently “Hush baby, you do what you need to. And I’ll be right here. We’re partners, y’know? I’ll always be right here...”

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Ralph had never been the only one to need quiet alone time to think on a case. And sure enough, as he solved a tough one, you gained a tough one.

You loved talking things out and ranting but... Ralph was your partner at work, and after you’d spent all day starting sentences with ‘yeah-! BUT-!’ or ‘Oh! And another thing—!!’ you didn’t want to bother him. Especially not this late at night. But this one was keeping you up. You wanted to prosecute... Samuels was being iffy with the evidence and kept saying; “bring me something else.” Even when you’d exasperatedly told him “There is nothing else—-!!!” It was times like this you wished you didn’t have to take the case alone. And this one in particular was keeping you up. If you didn’t find evidence, the person responsible wasn’t going away – and you already knew they were capable of doing it again.

Hence why at 2am, when Ralph woke up alone, you weren’t with him. His first thought was to check in on Reneé – as it nearly always was, sometimes you liked sitting in with her, but sometimes he just wanted to be sure that she was safe. He stood in the doorway for a little longer than he’d been planning, with a tiny absentminded smile, before realising that at 2am he should be looking for you. He closed the door on her with a smile; “Goodnight, Angel…”

After the light outside caught his eye, he found you huddled out on the back patio with a fire burning and a blanket around you in a chair. He sighed gently, pulling his jacket a little tighter: “Babe. It’s freezing, what are you doing?” “I just... needed some air.” You gave a shrug but didn’t look at him, “Clear my head a little.” He leans against the inside doorframe not quite committing to the cold night air himself; “Are you okay?” You chewed your lip for a second, “Yeah.” “Y/N.” You huffed, frustrated at his stern voice and gave an agitated snap back. “I’m fine.” “No you’re not; you’re using all your tells.” Ralph always thought using your own lines against you was pretty clever. And looked at least mildly amused as he folded his arms. You scoffed, unimpressed with his deduction and buried yourself further into your blanket; Ralph continued – peering across the back yard, submerged in darkness, aside from the occasional firefly. He raised his eyes heavenwards, to watch the stars for a little while. Because he didn’t know what else you could be looking at. “…Is it the case?” “Hmph.” Was as good as he got, and when Ralph cast his eyes back to you, it was the fire you were more interested in. “Isn’t it always with us?” You bounced your leg gently and chewed your lip, he was right. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He kept his eyes on you, but was continually met with silence. Eventually Ralph couldn’t stand it, and the wind chill was beginning to make him shiver. He stepped down onto the patio and crossed to you; “Come on.” “What-” you didn’t have much time to retaliate as he pulled on your blanket bundle and hoisted you into his arms “Come on. You’re gonna catch a cold at best if you’re out here all night-!” “RALPH-! PUT ME DOWN!” “I will. Upstairs! In bed!” He glanced back at the fire and, satisfied that it would burn out safely in its own, carried you back inside. Glad that your blanket cocoon would stop you from fighting this too hard. Having said that, by the time he’d ascended the stairs your head was resting against his chest and you seemed pretty sleepy. He deposited you on the bed – glad you were at least in comfy clothes. “You’re gonna sleep though? Right?” “…I dunno. I might need to do some more talking over this thing…” Ralph let his breath escape in an elongated sigh; “Right…” He pulled the duvet over you as he settled down. “Then you’re gonna sleep, okay?” “…Okay.” Though your agreement was somewhat reluctant. You had to wiggled your arms out of the blankets to wind them around him as he pulled you closer. Flinching suddenly as your skin brushed his; “Oh my god – you’re so cold! What were you doing-!?” “Trying to get my brain to work.” “Well if that leads to pneumonia, you’ll be no use to anyone…!” He rubbed your arms until he was satisfied you were warming up, pressing kisses gently to your forehead. By the time he’d finished, and had laced his finger with yours, heads together – you were wearing his favourite smile, content and sleepy, a little bashful and shy. The one he saw most often if he did something sweet for you, the one just before your eyes would look to the floor and you’d tuck your hair back and say ‘Thank you…’ Tonight however you giggled, “I think… I could probably do this forever…” “Huh?! What, sit on the back porch freezing to death-!?” That only made you laugh more and you finally got him to do the same, “No. Have you look after me…” “Ah-! You’ll be so lucky as me putting up with you forever…” But he was smiling, “…It’s what partners do, right?” “It’s more than some partners deserve…” You mumbled “Hey-!” He punched the top of your arm lightly “I won’t have you talk like that. Stop.” Then he took you back in his arms, “Y/N…” You snuggled into his chest, feeling his breathing, his heartbeat and the way his vocal cords reverberated through his body… his warmth… and you curled your fingers into his shirt. “Okay. Ralph. I’m sorry.” “You best be…” He rubbed your back as you curled into him, and then brought his knees up to wind his body around yours protectively “…Now, come on, softie – talk to me about this case…” “I love you.” He didn’t vocalise his laugh, but you could hear it in his voice - that joy could have been about how sleepy you sounded though. That you were switching off, finally “…Oh. I think that my detective skills helped me figure that one out a little while ago…” “…I’d like to love you forever… if you let me…” He opened his eyes, and watched you for a moment, but you didn’t reopen yours – just shifted to get more comfortable, and closer to him. He shook his head, with a smile; “Y/N…! The case-!” “T…tomorrow…” You yawned “It… can wait…” Ralph continued relaxing you until he was sure you were asleep, and only then did he close his eyes; “I love you too, you know.”

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I finally figured it out!

#Ralph Anderson #The Outsider #Ben Mendelsohn #Ralph Anderson x Reader #Anderson and Andersson Detective Co.#Harmony #Renee #117 #Don't be surprised if every man from this damn show gets written for #I mean some of you know what's coming ;)#That's it I don't really have anything else to tag this #Soft/Sweet #Short/Sweet #Linzi Writes #...I forget that tag so often...

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penmansparadise · 6 years ago

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Steve Harrington Imagine Request- My Little Buddy

*I DO NOT OWN ANY GIFS POSTED* *CREDIT TO GIF OWNERS*

Hello everyone!! I promised an imagine and here it is! This was a request from like forever ago, like LAST YEAR (lol bad dad joke I know) that I finally had the chance to write. I apologize now for how long this imagine is lol I got a little carried away. Anyway, I mentioned some great songs, one is my all time favorite song like ever, can you guess which one?? I hope that you all enjoy it and feel free to send in requests or send in asks!! Xx.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Mild language

BEEP! BEEP! “Good morning Hawkins, Indiana! It is another beautiful August morning on this sunny Monday. What a way to start the week! Here to start off your day is Tears For Fears with their hit song, “Everyone Wants to Rule the World”.

You rolled over yawning and stretching out your limbs. The remnants of the heat from your husband was still present on the sheets next to you. A small smile pricked at the corners of your mouth as you let your fingertips graze the warm surface. As you lay there, your eyes lifted to see a picture from your wedding day standing proudly on the nightstand. A tingly feeling traveled from your toes to your pink cheeks. That was the day you officially became Mrs. Harrington.

You and Steve met in high school when you moved to Hawkins in 9th grade. He was the one who approached you. Being the new kid meant you had no friends which also meant you ate lunch alone. You sat by yourself, awkwardly eating your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, before Steve made his way over and confidently took a seat next to you. He gave you a toothy smile, complimented your Styx shirt, and the rest was history. Throughout the course of freshmen year, the two of you grew closer and closer. As friends at first, but slowly the tides began to turn. It started with lingering stares and shy smiles before progressing to soft “accidental” hand touches. The summer before sophomore year, Steve finally built up enough nerve to ask you to be his girlfriend to which you happily said “Yes”. The rest of high school went by in a blur as you and Steve did everything together. You went to every single one of his basketball games and he, begrudgingly, went to every single one of your debate matches. Midway through senior year, Steve surprised you with a beautiful promise ring. He slid it onto the finger that, today, holds your ravishing two carat diamond wedding ring. By the time the both of you graduated high school, you knew Steve was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Unsurprisingly enough, three days after your graduation, Steve got down on one knee, professed his love to you, and asked if you would marry him. With tears in your eyes and excitement in your heart, you said “Yes”. Fast forward three years later, you and Steve are still happily married. The two of you bought a house on the outskirts of Hawkins. Steve, after obtaining his bachelor’s degree, began working as a math teacher at Hawkins Middle School. You went straight into the work force after high school and started working at the local grocery store as the general manager. Simple living and the two of you couldn’t be happier.

You smiled as you chronicled your relationship in your head. Your eyes moved to the alarm clock sitting next to the picture and you nearly screamed.

“Shit.” You whispered under your breath as you quickly fumbled out of bed. Practically falling into the bathroom, you pulled on your khaki pants.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You said in aggravation as you yanked your forest green polo over your head. As you stood in the bathroom running a hair brush through your hair, you noticed the calendar hanging in your room. A big red star was drawn under last Monday’s date. You let yourself ponder over it for a moment, but quickly forgot about it when you realized you were already ten minutes late. Grabbing your purse and keys, you frantically made your way out the door and into your car before peeling out of your driveway.

Five minutes later, you pulled into the parking lot with a nagging feeling that you forgot something. You tried to push the feeling to the back of your head as you walked inside, but for some reason you couldn’t shake it.

“Good morning Mrs. Harrington!” One of the cashiers called as you walked past.

“Mornin’ Stacy.” You mumbled hardly loud enough for her to hear. When you reached your office, you plopped your body into the chair behind your desk. As your eyes took in all the papers scattered on your desk, they fell onto the calendar spread across the wood top. Just like the calendar at home, a large red star was present under last Monday’s date. A puzzled look played on your face when your co-worker, Suzanne, walked in.

“Jesus am I glad you’re here.” She huffed rolling her eyes before sitting herself on top of your desk. She began pulling at her cuticles as she continued speaking.

“Ugh,” she grunted, “this morning was insane. Brenda dropped a whole basket of tomatoes on the floor resulting in a huge mess; Gary apparently doesn’t know how to use his hands because he dropped some guy’s bottle of soda and shattered it right there in front of him; and to top it all off, the shipment didn’t come in today. Oh, and Shelly called out which means we’ll have to stock today.”

She finally lifted her eyes from her perfectly manicured fingers and noticed your distressed look.

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked in confusion.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, but failed miserably.

“I don’t know. I just feel like I forgot something today. Something is just...missing.”

Suzanne gave you a sympathetic look, “I’m sure you’ll remember Y/N. And what better way to help you remember than stocking shelves?”

You chuckled before taking a basket full of items and wheeling it out onto the floor. You began opening boxes and let out a small laugh. Of course your immature co-worker was too embarrassed to stock the condoms and tampons. You hummed along to the radio quietly playing “Take On Me” by A-Ha as you stacked boxes of tampons on the shelf. Your movements were smooth and second nature. You began to lose yourself in the music when you stopped abruptly. Still holding a box of tampons, you took in a sharp breath suddenly remembering what was missing. Your eyes moved slowly to the box of tampons in your hand and you began to get nauseous. The red star on the calendar in your room, and the same haunting red start on your office calendar, signified something very important was missing. A voice from behind you pulled you out of your trance.

“You alright Y/N? You look a little pale.” Suzanne said as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You jumped back to reality scaring her a little. She stared at you waiting for you to explain. You shakily lifted the box of tampons:

“I know what was missing Suzanne.”

Suzanne gave you a questioning look, “Tampons? Why didn’t you say so? I have like a whole box in my purse.”

You shook your head furiously, “No Suzanne, my period! I’m late... a whole week late.”

Suzanne’s eyes widened, “Oh goodness Y/N. Hang on, stay here.”

She trotted off into the next aisle before coming back with a box of pregnancy tests. She handed you the box:

“Here.” She began, “Go home and take one of these. I’ll handle the rest of your shift.”

You took the box of tests, gave Suzanne a gracious smile and pulled her into a tight hug before heading home.

Driving home was as if you were on autopilot. Your mind was reeling and not at all focused on the road. When you pulled into your driveway, you were happy to see that Steve was still at work. You quickly ran inside, threw your belongings haphazardly onto the coffee table, and made your way to your bathroom. With your hands shaking, you opened the box of tests and took one. You had to wait ten minutes before the results would show, so you placed the test on the counter and sat down on the bathroom floor. Your knee jumped up and down in anticipation. The clock hanging in your room ticked loudly with every passing minute making your anxiety build even more. When the tenth minute finally passed, you wearily stood up and took the test into your hands. Two bold blue lines appeared in the tiny gray window. You let out a breath as you brought your hand to your mouth.

“I’m pregnant.” You said quietly to yourself.

Because you were trying to process the news, you didn’t even hear the front door open and close.

“Y/N? What are you doing home so early baby? You usually don’t get home for at least another hour or so.” Steve shouted from the other room. You didn’t say anything as you could hear his footsteps getting closer. You heard him come to a stop in the open bathroom door.

“Honey? You alright?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. Your hand was still resting on your face and the test still in your hand as you slowly turned to face him. Steve saw your face and quickly moved to you. His hands immediately grabbed your waist.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked moving one hand to wipe away tears you hadn’t realized had fallen down your cheeks. As he moved his hand back down your back, he noticed the test in your hand. He gave you a confused look:

“What is that?” He asked quietly.

You sniffled:

“I’m a week late Steve.”

Steve cocked his head to the side trying to understand what you were telling him. A small smile curled the corners of your lips:

“This is a pregnancy test and I have the results already.” You said turning the stick to show Steve the two blue lines. Still, Steve was oblivious to what you were saying. You chuckled at his oblivion:

“Steve, I’m pregnant!” You said pointing to the two blue lines for emphasis. Steve’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped before he pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a little yelp when he lifted you off the ground and began to spin you around.

“You’re pregnant!? I’m gonna be a dad!? Finally! Oh my gosh Y/N this is great!” Steve shouted before placing you back down on your feet. Tears sprang to your eyes when he got down on his knees and gently placed his hands on your tummy. He lifted your shirt and placed a soft kiss on your bare skin sending chills up your spine.

“I’m so glad you’re here and I can’t wait to meet you. Daddy loves you so much already.” Steve whispered quietly to your belly before leaving one more soft kiss.

It wasn’t long after that day when you began to get a bump. It was small at first, but soon grew bigger and bigger. Everyday tasks that were once easy started to become tiring quests. Getting out of bed was no longer a graceful and swift movement. Instead, with your growing baby bump, getting out of bed became a struggle to make sure your feet were stable before pulling yourself up. Putting your shoes on was no longer as simple as slipping them on. Instead, with your new larger tummy, putting your shoes on became a series of jumps and stomps before the shoes finally slid onto your swollen feet. Being pregnant was a lot harder than you expected. However, luckily for you, you had Steve by your side the whole time.

Steve, unsurprisingly, was the husband every pregnant woman wanted. When he saw you struggling to roll out of bed, he would gently place a hand on your back and help push you up. When he saw you having troubles putting on your shoes, he would get down on his knees and swiftly slide them onto your feet. Steve was always asking if you needed anything and was constantly telling you to sit down. Every day Steve would talk to your belly as if the baby were sitting in front of him. Every night he would kiss you goodnight and tell you he loves you before leaning down and doing the same to your tummy. His adoration shined proudly on his face when he smiled at you. His excitement radiated off of him when he would talk about his soon-to-be-child.

Steve went to every doctor’s appointment with you sitting next to the bed holding onto your hand tightly. He nearly jumped out of his chair when the doctor said you were having a boy. That night Steve rambled on and on about everything he was going to teach him:

“I’m gonna teach him now to play basketball and throw the football with him. I’m gonna teach him how to treat a woman right, we aren’t going to have a jerky kid. I’m gonna help him with his math homework and teach him everything I know.” Steve exclaimed to you as he lay next to you that night caressing your large baby bump.

Steve happily went shopping with you when the months turned into days until your baby would be arriving. He even gave his opinion about clothes to get him:

“We have to buy the plaid because if he’s anything like me, he looks pretty decent in plaid. But, if he’s anything like you, he’ll look absolutely adorable in it. It’s a must.” Steve said throwing a plaid onesie into your basket.

Day’s were turning into hours as you and Steve completed your baby’s room. A crib in the corner, a rocking chair next to it, and a changing table stocked full with diapers, creams, and wipes. Your heart would flutter anytime you walked by the room on your way to yours and Steve’s room. That night, you did your best to cuddle into Steve’s side and smiled.

“He’ll be here soon, you know?” You asked into the dark room.

Steve gave you a squeeze:

“I know. I can’t wait.”

“You’re not nervous?” You asked.

“Hmm,” he hummed, “maybe a little, but I’m more excited.”

You smiled to yourself:

“Have you been thinking of names?”

“I have and I have one picked out. It’s perfect.”

You propped your head on your hand and looked at his outlined silhouette:

“And what is that?”

Steve turned to you and you could just barely see a wide grin playing on his lips:

“Dustin.”

Your heart skipped a beat as tears sprang to your eyes:

“Why is that the perfect name?” You tried to ask with a steady voice.

Steve sighed contently:

“Because,” he began, “Dustin is the second most important person in my life. He is a friend, a brother, and I want to name my son after someone special.”

You quickly wiped away a stray tear before cheekily saying:

“Our son.”

“Right.” Steve chuckled, “Our son.”

The next morning as you were attempting to roll out of bed, it happened. You were pulling yourself up to go to the bathroom, when your night gown and the sheets beneath you became wet. Suddenly a sharp pain emanated from your lower abdomen. You let out a loud shriek:

“Holy shit Steve!”

Steve slowly rolled over and yawned.

“Sorry, I ate at Mario’s yesterday for lunch.” Steve said groggily. Another stab came and your hand flew to your stomach as you took in a sharp breath.

“What!?” You shouted in annoyance, “No Steve, my water just broke and I’m having contractions!”

Steve sat up so quickly he nearly fell out of the bed.

“What!? Oh God, okay let’s get you up and ready to go to the hospital.”

Steve sprang into action quickly helping you out of bed and into some street clothes. He led you to the car and helped you into the passenger seat before going back inside to grab the hospital bag you had prepped the week prior. The entire car ride Steve was constantly asking if you were okay and your only reply was a groan and a head nod. Steve sped through Hawkins running every red light and stop sign until he arrived at the hospital. He jumped out and ran to the passenger side helping you out as gently as he could. Although he said he wasn’t nervous, you could see his hands shaking when he grabbed the bag from the trunk. The nurses quickly sat you in a wheel chair and rushed you down the hall into a room. Everything was happening so fast your vision was starting to blur. The contractions were two minutes apart and as you were groaning in pain, nurses were swiftly attaching wires to you.

“You’ll only feel a little pinch, okay? Everything is going to be just fine.” You heard through all the cacophony. A small pinch and burning sensation came from your hand as a nurse hooked you up to an IV. You moaned in pain:

“Somebody please help me. This baby needs to come out!”

Metal clinked against metal as doctors and nurses arranged their tools. You began to cry from the pain and loudness of the room.

“Where is the doctor!? I need a morphine or something, please!”

Beep. Beep. Beep. An incessant beeping was chirping in your ear as the pain continued. Your vision was blurry from your tears and the sweat that was beading on your forehead. Your breathing felt shallow from the discomfort you were feeling. Your mind was moving a mile a minute and confusion began to set in when a familiar and comforting hand landed on your shoulder. Finally, it felt like you could breathe again. You looked up and there he was, like an angel coming down from heaven, starring down at you with pure affection.

“How are you feeling baby? It’s almost time, the doctor says your dilated to seven centimeters, whatever that means.” Steve said with a small chuckle. You gave him a weak smile before letting out an agonizing groan. The lights were so bright, you felt like a deer in the headlights. You could hardly see anything and it felt like it was at least 95 degrees in the room. Your breathing began to quicken as another contraction came. You felt Steve take your hand in his.

“It’s time baby. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He said, his voice floating gracefully over all the noise. You nodded when you heard a clear deep voice come from the foot of the hospital bed:

“Okay Mrs. Harrington, it’s time. I’m gonna need you to give me a big push, okay? One big push and we’ll take a break.”

You took in a couple of small breaths before giving a big push. A loud groan emitted from you through gritted teeth. Sweat and tears mixed on your cheeks as you gave another push accompanied by a shriek of pain. You could hear the doctor and nurses coaching you, but the clearest voice was right next to you. Steve, quietly and soothingly, spoke directly into your ear:

“You’ve got this baby. Only a little more, okay? I know it’s painful, but it’ll be so worth it when you get to hold our little Dustin in your arms.”

You let out a cry and gave one last push before you could hear the wailing of your son. A sigh of relief escaped you as you looked to Steve who had tears pooling in his eyes and a look of pure joy on his face.

“Would you like to hold your son Mrs. Harrington?” The doctor asked you. You nodded before the doctor handed you your swaddled and howling son. Tears of joy began to spill over as you wrapped your arms around your baby. When he nestled into you, his crying stopped, his breathing grew steady, and his tiny little eyes starred at you in wonder. You smiled through your tears:

“Hi baby. Are you better now that mommy’s holding you?” You asked the curious child. You looked to Steve who was simply watching his son cuddle you.

“Do you want to hold him?” You asked Steve. Your question caught him off guard, but he smiled and nodded. You carefully handed the baby to Steve and began to tear up again as you watched your husband snuggle his son. Steve wiggled his finger in front of the baby’s face until he gently grabbed it. He placed a soft kiss on his son’s head:

“Hey Dustin, I’m your daddy. You don’t know it yet, but we’re going to be best friends. I love you so much my little buddy. Mommy and daddy love you so so much.”

Your lips curled up as you continued to watch Steve coo and snuggle your baby. Steve may not have known it then, but that was the beginning of a wonderful father-son relationship.

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lucapevans · 5 years ago

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Reevaluated

INVOLVED: Ava M. Evans and Luca Evans TIME FRAME: Monday afternoon, January 20, 2020 LOCATION: Seattle Grace Hospital; Seattle, Washington SUMMARY: Luca gets evaluated for an updated medication.

Ava held Luca’s hand as they walked through the lobby of the hospital. She greeted her co-workers here and there, smiling at a few patients as she guided her son towards the elevators, to get him taken up to pediatrics. Pressing the button, she knelt down beside her son in her heels and held him by his shoulders. “Okay, now Luca are we going to put up a fight today?” she asked him softly, rubbing her hand over hair lovingly. “I really need you to be good today, after your appointment, I have a few patients to meet with, then we can go, okay?” she spoke to him.

Luca looked around the hospital as he and his mother ventured off to the destination they were scheduled to be. He held her hand sighing to himself as she stopped to speak to different people as well. As they got on the elevator he looked to her as she knelt down beside him and he looked away from her not saying anything to her at all. She was treating him like a baby and he hated it “I’m not a baby” he told her as he moved away from her, choosing to lean against the elevator wall instead. “I don’t want to be here” he said under his breath.

Sighing out, Ava rubbed her hand through Luca’s hair once more. “I know you’re not sweetheart but you haven’t shown signs of being a young man either, especially when you’re purposefully not taking your medication,” she informed him softly before she stood to her feet as the elevator doors opened and she stepped inside with Luca as he leaned against the wall. She frowned and reached into her purse, pulling out her iPad and handing it to him before she pressed 4 in the elevator, watching as she doors rolled closed and the elevator moved up.

“I don’t like the way that medicine makes me feel!” Luca vocalized to his mother as she moved onto the elevator with him. He watched as she offered her Ipad and he grabbed it happily typing in her passcode and unlocking the device before he swiped to find his favorite game.

Ava’s frown deepened and she shifted on her feet, her hand moving to her stomach as an uneasy feeling settled upon her. “Honey, that’s why we’re going to get your dosage updated. Taking the wrong dosage of medication can make you feel, well for lack of a better word, icky,” she explained to him gently as she rubbed her stomach. The doors opened and Ava stepped off the elevator and moved for the check-in desk, her hand on Luca’s shoulder guiding him along as he played on the iPad. “Hi,” Ava said sweetly to the young man behind the counter as she pulled her badge from the pocket of her white coat and slid it to the boy. “I have an appointment for my son today, Luca Evans,” she said just as Dr. Hunt was walking past and the man smiled at Ava. “Oh Ava perfect timing, I’m ready for Luca right now. We can all head on back!” the slightly older man said happily.

“Okay” Luca said bac to Ava as they continued to ride the elevator paying no real mind to her anymore. He had to beat his own high score, he had done so several times in the past and today would be no different. As they walked off the elevator he followed behind his mother as she guided him with her and he stood there silently.

Ava smiled at Dr. Hunt and guided Luca along, leading her son back to the room with Dr. Hunt. Entering the room, Ava sat her purse down and found herself sitting down in one of the tiny chairs at the table. Dr. Hunt sat as well and Ava looked to Luca, pulling the boy into her lap lovingly as she kissed the top of his head. “Sweetheart,” she said as she gently began to wiggle the iPad from his hands and placed it on the table before them. “Do you remember doctor Hunt?” she asked him sweetly. Dr. Hunt looked across the table at Luca after he spread out various papers and tests for the boy to go over. “Nice to see you again Luca,” he said to the little boy, holding his hand out to shake.

Luca looked at the screen intensely for a moment before his mother pulled it away and he looked back at her slightly. Looking to the man he nodded his head at his mother’s words “yes” he responded. As the man spoke Luca looked at him for a moment before he said, “Did you know that there is exactly 270 bones in the human body upon birth and as you age they fuse together and most adults like yourself have 206” he asked the man. “I bet you can’t list them all” he challenged.

Ava watched Luca closely as he spoke to Dr. Hunt and she chuckled softly, looking at Dr. Hunt expectantly. “Well,” she said waiting for her colleague to answer her son’s inquiry. Dr. Hunt looked between Luca and Ava and he chuckled himself. “You’re right Luca, I can’t list them all. Orthopaedics is not my specialty,” he said honestly. “But today, we’re here to talk about you,” he said with a smile. “Tell me about yourself Luca.”

Luca looked to his mother and then her ‘work friend’, before he smiled in triumph, he knew them all. Resting his hands on the table Luca shrugged at the man’s words “what about me?” he asked her. “I am autistic” he told the man “but you diagnosed me with that so you should now” he smirked as he drew imaginary pictures on the table. “Statistics show 1 in 59 children are born with autism” he told the man. “But I’m not autistic I just have a high I.Q.” he told the man. “I’m a kid Dr. Hunt, I like Star Wars, I love my parents, my siblings are my protectors, I love math and science. When I grow up, I am going to change the World” he said offering a smile “that’s what my Mom and Dad tells me….”

Rubbing Luca’s back softly, Ava let him speak and she tucked her lips in to bite back a laugh. Sometimes he was just too smart for his own good. Looking to her friend, she watched as his expression changes every few seconds before he looked at her, eyebrows to his hairline and Ava nodded at him knowingly. “Wow, Luca,” Dr. Hunt said as he let out a breath of shock. The child really had grown a lot since the last time they sat down together. It was very clear that his autism has grown with him as well through. “Do you have any friends?” Dr. Hunt asked and Ava shifted in her seat slightly, feeling a bit nauseous. She tried to fight it down but it was over powering and she wrapped her arm around Luca as she stood up quickly. She placed him down in the chair before she ran over to the trash can in the corner of the room, bending down slightly as she threw up into it.

Luca nodded his head at the man and he looked to his mother as she sat him down and moved to the trash can to throw up. “Mom?” he said a new distraction in front of him now.

Dr. Hunt stood up as Ava began to throw up in the trash can and he walked over to her. “Ava are you alright?” he asked her softly. Ava finished throwing up and she pulled herself together, wiping the corners of her mouth with her hand before she covered her mouth and said, “uh, I’m fine, I just don’t know what came over me,” she whispered softly as her mind began to run a mile a minute. Her stomach had been bothering her and she hadn’t really been feeling well since they had returned home from the Bahamas. “I’m fine,” she said again as she moved back over to her son, sitting down in the chair beside him as she grabbed her purse now, popping some gum into her mouth until she could get somewhere to brush her teeth in the building. Pulling her phone out, she began to scroll through her calendar. “I’m sorry you can continue,” she said looking to Dr. Hunt who was now sitting as well. “Luca, you’re friends… tell me about them...”

Luca watched his mom, curiosity written across his face before she returned to the seating area lowering herself into a spot. As the doctor spoke again he looked to him and nodded “Casey, Sunshine, and Timothy” he listed.

Ava looked through her calendar slowly, her eyes growing large as a realization stumbled upon her and she stood up quickly, the tiny seat falling back as she did. “I’m sorry,” she said “continue, I’ll be back,” she told them as she went rushing out of the room in her heels. She click-clacked down the hallway, rushing towards the front desk. She shooed one of the nurses aside and picked up the phone, dialing the extension by heart. “This is Natasha…” Natasha began on the phone and Ava quickly cut her off. “4th floor now! Get Naomi!”

#thread: reevaluated #thread #thread: ava mercedes

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good-rwbyaus · 6 years ago

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| Trial ask: An AU where Pyrrha is brought back as a champion of the light.

| A/N: an alternate ending to the Fall of Beacon. be careful what you wish for.

| Destiny | mod lilac | link to part b |

================================================ ‘For it is in passing that we achieve immortality…’ ================================================

Polarity was her Semblance. Though others only saw how it interacted with the physical world, in truth, it encompassed so much more. Her power guided her like how a ball bearing would follow a lodestone’s draw. It revealed paths to her when none were apparent. It shined like a beacon in the dark, allowing others to kindle their souls with its guiding light.

It was through its guidance that she knew she had two choices.

She could run, but that would mean almost everyone she knew and loved would die. Ren, Nora, Ruby, Jaune… All of them were still here, and once the plans Cinder and the Grimm had for Beacon came to fruition, nothing would remain.

She’d rather die than to let that happen.

A year ago, she couldn’t say that. Her heart was only dedicated to spear and shield. Her chosen path was to fight the forces of Grimm and become a Huntress. And then it got derailed when she met a blond boy acting pretentiously suave all those months ago.

It was to her surprise when her Semblance whispered to her that he was the One. Naturally she couldn’t believe it.

But he shined like his soul did when she unlocked his Aura that day. Every trial put in his way made him grow stronger and wiser, yet he never lost that kindness that made him him. Someone like Jaune…even if he were expelled from Beacon, he would’ve made his own path. She wished she could watch him grow further. She wished she could stay by his side.

A phantom softness on her lips came and went.

Her hand tightened on her spear as her Semblance drew the elevator up to the Headmaster’s Office.

She’ll buy as much time as she can. For her duty. For her team. For Jaune.

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“PYRRHA!”

A bleeding hand jutted through a mangle of metal and mortar, glowing with an ethereal white. Emerging from the wreckage of what was once a rocket-propelled locker was a bloodied Jaune lifting himself from his confines, groggily standing on his own two feet. Crocea Mors lay embedded within the floor of the locker and through the rocket underneath.

“WHY WOULD Y-“

He wasn’t stupid. He knew why. It was because he was too weak. Because Pyrrha knew the best she could do was buy time. She would buy time for the people she cared about, even if it led to her death. That kiss…was goodbye.

He couldn’t accept that.

He might be weak. Stupid. Inexperienced. But maybe…with this power…

A white light hummed through Crocea Mors as he drew the blade out of its confines, exiting as easily as it had entered when he first summoned up the power through his body. The true face of his Semblance, his light that was kindled by Pyrrha’s own.

He lifted his head towards the top of the tower as flashes of flame and shattering glass danced within the clouds. “I’ll save you. No matter what. ”

With a burst of speed he never knew he could achieve, he charged forward from the wreckage and towards Beacon, praying he wouldn’t too late.

================================================ ‘Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. ================================================

“Do you believe in destiny?” She met Cinder’s glaze head on despite being forced to her knees with her cut Achilles.

The new Fall Maiden spoke in a quiet, deadly whisper, “Yes.”

The thrum of a bow.

An arrow of flame smoldered inside her chest, the acrid stench of burnt flesh filling her nose. Pain wracked her as her heart beat against the burning object, smoke filling her lungs and choking her from within.

When like poles were forced to meet, one must inevitably give way.

This was where her story ends.

“Pyrrha!”

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No no no no no no!

“You’re a bit late, little bo-“

“Get away from her!” Crocea Mors flashed white as it left the confines of his hand, Jaune charging forward immediately behind it. Cinder cockily lifted a flame-covered hand to block his desperate toss in the cruelest way possible. It was what he predicted.

A half hour earlier, she would’ve succeeded. Now though…

The woman’s eyes protruded in shock as she was lifted off her feet from the aura-enhanced blade, the weapon piercing effortlessly through her hand and moving towards her chest. Woman and weapon crashed into the clockwork wall behind them and sent a cloud of dust and glass into the air.

He wrapped his hands around Pyrrha as he drew out his Aura again, trying to stimulate Pyrrha’s own Aura to heal herself just like his did for him. A soft white glow hummed around them like tiny stars dotting the night sky.

“You’ll be okay. We can fix this. I called Ren and Nora, Ruby and her team, they’re all coming. Just stay alive. For us. For me. Please,” Jaune knew how bad the wound was. The arrow went right through her heart, and even with his Semblance sustaining her as best it could, it was all a desperate gambit. He needed to hope. As long as Pyrrha stayed alive, there was still hope.

“That hurt.” A voice said grumpily, a hint of malice within the syllables.

His heart skipped a beat when he heard that voice. Floating out of the rubble was a worse-for-the-wear Cinder. Her eyes glowed a fierce orange as she lifted her left hand, Crocea Mors still embedded through it. Before his eyes, the blade of Crocea Mors, his family’s heirloom, turned into molten slag, a puddle of steel on the ground.

“Allow me to repay the favor,” she snarled as she raised both her hands, “You can both die together.”

He didn’t hesitate as he stepped between Pyrrha and the torrent of flame before them. Shield repelling the brunt of the attack, he drew his Aura out and channeled it around him and through the shield on him. And it still wouldn’t be enough. His shield buckled underneath Cinder’s fiery assault, molten metal dripping onto the ground every second. Any part of him that was exposed burned and charred, barely kept in check with the healing properties of his Aura.

He met Pyrrha’s eyes. Affection. Love. Sadness.

A wish. She wanted him to run.

“I won’t let you go. I’ll protect you, even if I die,” he said as the rest of the world ignited around them. Their small pocket of white slowly dwindled under the assault.

================================================ “Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee.” ================================================

He should’ve been safe. He should’ve never come back.

Why did he come bac- She knew why. If he didn’t come back, he wouldn’t be Jaune…

But it would all be for naught. She was going to die; she felt it. The way her heart struggled to beat despite Jaune’s efforts. The way her lungs cloyed with smoke. She was scared. She didn’t want to die, but more importantly she didn’t want Jaune to die either.

And he would be next to die once she passed on. The sheer rage in Cinder’s eyes at being beaten by someone she considered lesser would accept nothing less. Even now, his enormous font of aura was rapidly dissipating, their tiny bubble of safety diminishing second after second. And then Jaune would…

No. She won’t let that happen. She promised to protect him. Her body might refuse to move, but her soul – her very being – was still here.

She was going to die, but before she did, she’d burn brightly like the beauty of autumn leaves.

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As the light of Jaune’s soul shined above her, it was like a veil was lifted off her eyes, revealing the truths of her Semblance and the possibilities hidden within. It was through Jaune’s power that she had that single revelation, something that can turn the tide.

Her semblance was not limited to mere physical law.

Polarity. She was one pole, and Cinder was the opposite one. Hero, villain. Peace, war. Defender, attacker.

All that was left was to let go.

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In that moment, she took her last breath, and her heart beat its last.

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In that moment, she was Aura, the Light of one’s soul that pierced the darkness. And she could see the Darkness behind the fiery death Jaune staunchly obstructed.

In that moment, she triggered her Semblance.

Polarity. Opposites attract.

Her energy burned away from the sheer expenditure of being a non-corporeal being in a physical world, but it was enough to bring her in front of a shocked Cinder. The power she had left wouldn’t be enough to finish the job, but she didn’t need to kill this harbinger of death to render her ineffective.

Her hand drew low as her Semblance brought the melted remnants of Crocea Mors into form. Her fingers wrapped underneath the hilt, and with a single thrust, she channeled her entire being into the blade.

She was Crocea Mors. And she brought Judgment upon the woman who destroyed them both.

Night briefly turned into day as brilliant white lanced through the night sky and then became no more.

A severed arm fell to the ground without fanfare, crimson fabric still attached. Its owner had been knocked a long ways off from the surge of power she demonstrated.

She was herself again, Crocea Mors once against a mess of barely formed metal. Her eyes gazed off into the distance.

Despite everything that happened - despite the exhaustion that made her want to close her eyes - she couldn’t help but smirk.

“Hope she has a landing strategy.”

“Pyrrha?”

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“Pyrrha?”

“Yes, Jaune?”

“H-how?”

“I don’t know Jaune. Isn’t this your Semblance?”

He gaped at her, but then he saw Pyrrha’s lips curl up.

“Oh come on! That’s not funny!” Yet he couldn’t keep the smile off his face.

She laughed, and he couldn’t help but laugh with her.

For a brief moment, everything was right with the world.

....But they couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room forever.

Jaune’s gaze turned to the lifeless body behind him, an arrow still stuck in her chest. He knew the answer…but.

“Are you…”

“…I’m sorry, Jaune.”

“It’s all my fault. If I weren’t so weak…”

“None of this was your fault,” Pyrrha cut him off, pale hand knocking against his shoulder, “You didn’t get the Grimm or the military to attack us. You weren’t the one who put an arrow through my chest. And I chose to be here. It was my duty to be here.”

“I could’ve helped shoulder that duty. If I had been here sooner…”

“I still would’ve died, Jaune…”

“You don’t know th-“

“I would’ve died. I can’t explain how I know…but I do.”

They quietly stood, neither knowing quite what to say, despite knowing the clock was ticking on their final moments together.

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“...When Cinder shot me in the chest, I realized… I wanted to see you one last time.” Pyrrha sighed. She then glanced over at him pointedly and pursed her lips, “though you didn’t exactly come in the way I expected or wanted.”

“Oh come on,” Jaune whined with a slouch, barely suppressing the smirk he wanted to make as they settled into familiar banter, “I climbed Beacon for you! That’s gotta be worth something.”

“I didn’t ask you to do it. You could’ve just taken the elevator,” Pyrrha crossed her arms and lifted her chin with a huff.

“You mean the remains of the elevator that I had to charge through along with falling gears and glass?” Jaune rolled his eyes, “while the power was out?”

“Maybe you should learn to… ‘git good’ and learn how to fly under your own power,” Pyrrha floated an inch above the floor while waving a dismissing hand, “I’m certain Miss Fall can show you an appropriate landing strategy.“

“Well if you hadn’t sent her several miles awa-” Jaune paused as he saw Pyrrha wince, tiny flecks of light beginning to leave her form.

“I-It’s time, Jaune.”

Why…why did this have to happen?

His eyes turned red as he drew his arms around her. “It’s not fair. You are literally the best thing to ever happen to me. This…isn’t fair.”

Her hands wrapped around him, “And you, I. I don’t want to go.”

“Don’t…” He buried her head into her shoulder, not even bothering to hold the tears.

“…I wish I could stay, Jaune. All I wanted was to be by your side.”

“…” He couldn’t stop crying.

“At least whatever gods still exist gave me this chance in the end,” she whispered as she faded into silver particles. She pressed her lips against his cheek. “I love you, Jaune. I’ll always watch over you.”

“I love you, Pyrrha. I’ll protect everyone in your place,” he promised.

A brilliant smile shined before it faded into night.

#rwby au #rwby #pyrrha nikos #jaune arc #arkos #cinder fall #mod lilac #longpost #alt title: the ending pyrrha deserved

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trxck-r-treat · 6 years ago

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Partytrick, part 5

(Part 1) (Part 4)

"Party, we have to keep going."

Poison looked down. They had been staring up at what few shards of sky they could see through the dense canopy. It wasn't much, but it was better than looking forward through the suffocatingly thick woods. Ahead, they could barely see Patrick's face. His eyes were just two glittering pinpoints.

"I know," they said, pulling their attention back down to focus on him. "I know, I'm coming."

"You don't have to look. You can close your eyes or something. Just keep walking."

They huffed. "I'm fine."

"You seem kind of not fine. Which is okay, but-"

"I'm fine," they insisted. "I was just... checking... the stars. You know, to navigate."

Patrick looked up at the clouded, starless sky. "...right. Well I hope you know where we are. And where the police are."

"The police ain't gonna catch us," they said. "We're far enough, and even if they found us we could probably take them, right?"

It was dark, but they could see Patrick staring at them strangely. "What?"

"You're so weird," Patrick said. "You're not afraid of the police who are hunting us down, but you're afraid of trees."

"I ain't afraid of fucking trees!" Poison straightened defiantly, and then suddenly some horrible, cold, gnarled monster claw was scratching at the back of their neck, and they shrieked and jumped into Patrick's arms.

As they caught their breath, they realized that, A) they had not been snatched up by a demonic forest dwelling monster, B) they were in Patrick's arms, and C) Patrick was laughing at them.

"Poison, baby, it's just a branch!" Patrick stammered through his laughter. "You're tangled in a branch, calm down."

"Stop laughing at me!" They realized they were clinging to Patrick's shoulders, and tried to take a step back but the claw scraped coldly on the back of their head, yanking their hair.

"Alright, alright, just stand still," he chuckled. He reached up and started to pull the snarled branches from Poison's hair. "You're getting more tangled."

They scowled bitterly as Patrick pulled at their hair. "That doesn't count. That one attacked me."

Patrick was still kind of giggling, and it was decidedly not cute considering Poison had just had a near death experience. He bent down and picked something up off the ground and dusted it off. "Here," he said, and put the fedora on Poison's head. "Now come on. We really have to go."

He grabbed Poison's hand and started off, and Poison sighed and followed.

"I think we're far enough," they said after another few minutes of tramping through the darkness. "We should try to get back to the road."

"Are you sure?" Patrick turned and squinted through the darkness behind them. "Or are you just trying to get out of the forest?"

"No, I'm serious. Those pigs ain't tracking us anymore. We'd hear them, right?"

They both stopped and listened. The forest was loud, full of crackling branches and ghostly wind and all kinds of noises from animals that Poison had only heard about in stories. But there were no voices, no footsteps.

"Alright. Which way's the road?"

Poison looked around. "I- I... fuck. I don't fucking know."

"Alright, just close your eyes and think."

"How the fuck is that gonna-"

"You did it before. Come on, close your eyes. Think."

They took a wavering breath and closed their eyes.

"Alright... alright, we've been going diagonal, we have to turn around."

"How can you tell?"

I don't know, I just can," Poison said. "Spend enough time running around in an empty desert, you know which way you're going."

"You want to turn around? What if we end up back at the hotel?"

"Not all the way. Just a little, just... dammit, we have to get out of this forest."

"Okay. Then let's turn around."

Poison opened their eyes. Patrick's face was inches from theirs, eyes sparkling and teeth barely visible in a little reassuring half smile. They nodded.

With Patrick's hand in theirs, Poison started picking through the dense foliage, cringing away from crunching underbrush and snagging thorns. They stared solidly ahead and tried to bore a hole through the darkness with their eyes. It didn't work, and they squeezed Patrick's hand tighter.

"Hey, Poison?" Patrick said after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"I have a question."

"Ask away, sweetheart."

Patrick was silent for a second, and then slowly said, "You know last night... or, well, this morning I guess? When we..."

Poison swallowed. "Yeah?"

"And I..."

"Yeah."

"Yeah..."

Patrick fell silent. Poison hadn't thought that the forest could actually be more uncomfortable than it already was. They were wrong.

They tried to think of something witty to say but nothing came to mind. Fuck. They had been effectively not thinking about that, letting it float in the back of their mind all blurry and glowing and abstract, unanalyzed and unquestioned. And then they had entered a forest and they had been distracted enough that they almost forgot about it.

The silence was getting as thick as the darkness. One of them was going to have to say something eventually, right?

"Um," Patrick faltered. "Did you... was that... were you..." he cut himself off with an awkward little laugh. "Um. Nevermind."

Thank the Witch, Poison thought to themself, but for some reason they said, "What? Say it."

"No, nevermind."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just forget it. I'll ask you later."

Poison opened their mouth to say something, but then they sighed and let the silence settle back in. It was pointless, trying to drag it out of him. Especially when it was probably an apology, an excuse, an it-didn't-mean-anything, and they didn't think they wanted to hear it.

After a while, Patrick spoke. "Um, Party? I'm not sure but I don't think this is right."

Poison broke their forward focus and looked around, and realized the forest had grown thinner. And there was light now; a sparkling spatter of windows and streetlamps and neon signs that twinkled between the trees.

"Shit," Party breathed. "You know what city this is?"

"No."

"Well, should we turn around?"

"I mean," Patrick sighed thoughtfully, peering ahead through the trees. "We were gonna end up in the city anyways, right? We couldn't just live out on the road."

Well, they could. "I mean, I guess," Poison said. And they were eager to get out of the forest. But a city would almost be worse. "Alright. Let's go, then."

The two trudged on, and the forest grew thin, and soon they were crossing the tree line onto a hill looking out on a glittering little city.

"Fuck," Party sighed, feeling like they could actually breathe again, taking in the wet, crackling cool air. "Fucking finally. I hate forests."

The two started down the incline, slipping and skidding and stumbling, still holding each other's hands for balance. Soon they were standing on pavement, staring ahead into the rows of boxy brick buildings. It reminded Poison of when they had first appeared in this world, which wasn't nearly as long ago as it felt now.

"Where to?" Patrick asked.

Poison shrugged. "Fuck if I know. This isn't my universe. Maybe we should find another car."

"Or a bus stop. Or a subway station."

They huffed and smiled. "You with your ethics."

With that the two started into the new city, and honestly, Party was only slightly less confused than they had been the first time.

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They had gotten out of the alleys and onto the empty city streets when the first few drops fell. They had felt that weird sharp crackle in the air, a telltale sign, but the air was so different here that they couldn't be sure. Then Patrick had looked up at the starless sky and said "hm," a little warily, and then the first little drops had splattered onto the pavement.

Party gasped and looked up, and tiny raindrops landed on their face. They held out their hand, and caught the sparkling beads of water. "Holy shit, Patrick, look."

Patrick raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? It's raining," he said.

"It's raining," they repeated emphatically. The drizzle was already picking up, and Patrick was headed toward the awning of a nearby store. Poison stared up through the sparkling air.

It had been far, far too long, since it had last rained in the desert. And even then, that was barely a sprinkle and what had fallen was acid rain, corrupt with years of chemicals, warm and too bitter to be of much use. It stung your eyes and mouth and left a gritty, slimy residue on everything.

This was nothing like that. This was cool and clear, and left a soft, clean smell in the air.

They took Patrick's fedora off and let the water wash the dust from their hair, laughing breathlessly. "Patrick, don't hide! Come play in the rain!"

"Yeah, okay, Gene Kelly," Patrick called sarcastically. Poison didn't know who Gene Kelly was and it didn't matter. They kicked at a shimmering puddle and watched the spray of droplets bounce onto the asphalt. The dampness was creeping through their torn jacket and chilling them, making their fingers sting, but they didn't really care.

Patrick was watching them, expression amused and concerned. "Poison, you're soaking wet."

"I know!" they shouted back gleefully.

Patrick laughed and shook his head. "Come here. You're gonna get sick."

"I ain't gonna get sick from water," they said, bouncing toward the awning.

Patrick sighed, and then darted out from the awning to grab Poison's hand. They pouted and only resisted for a moment before they let themself be pulled back under the cover.

Patrick looked Poison up and down, and raised an eyebrow. "You're shivering," he said.

"I'm fine," they smirked, trying not to chatter their teeth because goddamnit, they were cold. Being completely drenched was a lot less of a relief when you weren't in a desert.

"You need to dry off and warm up," Patrick said. He reached up and brushed aside the hair plastered limply over Party's face. "You're all wet, you're gonna get pneumonia. Or hypothermia. Come on, let's go inside somewhere."

As Party stood shivering and giggling breathlessly, Patrick started pulling off his leather jacket.

"Hey, s-stop that. I ain't that c-cold. P-put your jacket back on."

"You're shaking."

"I'm f-fine."

Patrick huffed and shrugged his jacket back up, and Poison smiled smugly until suddenly they were pulled into Patrick's arms.

"The fuck?" they squeaked. Their face was inches away from his.

"You got to play in the rain, Poison, now can we go somewhere dry? I don't want you to get sick." He was holding them tight like he was trying to hug the warmth back into them, staring up at them with earnest.

They swallowed thickly, and then grinned. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm coming."

Patrick smiled a little before he turned, keeping one arm around Poison and rubbing their shoulder. "You're so weird," he murmured under his breath, and Poison laughed. "There might be a subway station up ahead if we keep going further into the city. Then we won't need to steal a car."

Poison nodded, and leaned into Patrick's shoulder. And okay, yeah, the rain was fun but maybe the safety and shelter of the awning and the warmth of Patrick's arm around them was pretty shiny, too.

(Part 6)

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hamilton-one-shots · 6 years ago

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Hamilton High School AU 27

“I want to make a campaign for an art class at school, for John. I know we're seniors, but I think it'd mean a lot for him... When we were talking, he told me about how he hates that there's no art program and that the only reason he really accepts those commissions at school is to add some color."

Lafayette smiled and pulled out an outfit. "I think that would be a sweet thing to do for him. I don't doubt that he'd love it." He showed him the blue shirt that he wore to the art gallery and a pair of dark jeans. "How's this? This is your only formal shirt. Maybe with some Converse?"

"That's fine." He nodded. "Thanks, Laf." He paused for a second. "Hey.. Do you want to hang out? We could watch a movie or play some GTA or something."

Lafayette smiled widely. Alexander never asked to hang out before. "That sounds great. You can choose whatever we do."

Alexander nodded. "Well.. We can watch Heathers? I've got a lot of bootlegs on my laptop."

"That sounds great! Or, maybe... Have you ever watched Sweeney Todd? I found a professional recording of it."

Lafayette? The guy who spoiled his kitten and wore bows in his hair when he was younger, like Sweeney Todd? Alexander supposed he shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. After all, most people probably wouldn't have guessed that he was a Heathers fan. "I've only seen the movie, but sure."

He scrunched up his nose. "The movie is nowhere near as good as the live performance that I have, in my opinion."

"Okay, I'll take your word on it."

Lafayette smiled and went to his room, crouching down as he opened the door and cooing at Rosie. "Hi, baby! I'm here early!"

Rosie bounded across the room to Lafayette excitedly, like it was the first time she'd seen him in years. She leaped up so quickly, she tripped over the edge of her basket with a little thud on the floor. Not that it stopped her dashing however. Lafayette hadn't had Rosie particularly long, but she already knew who her 'parent' was. She purred against his leg affectionately.

He smiled and pet between her ears, then scooped her up, kissing the top of her head. "I missed you too. Let's go hang out with Alex."

She meowed in response and watched as Lafayette grabbed his laptop, bringing it to Alexander's room.

He sat down beside him and put on the musical, smiling as the music began. "Do you mind if I bring Rosie here?.."

"No, of course not, as long as I can hold her."

"Oh, of course." Lafayette handed her over and she purred just as affectionately as Alexander held her.

Alexander hardly paid attention to the show, too busy playing with the tiny kitten in his lap and listening to Lafayette hum along. He really was talented and there was no surprise that he was going to star in the school musical, though it did surprise him to hear for himself just how high Lafayette's voice went. "So, why is everyone so chill about all of the death?"

Lafayette chuckled. "Well, if you were actually paying attention, you would know that these two, Sweeney Todd and Mrs Lovett, are the only ones that even know about it. Sweeney's obviously the murderer and his victims are used in her pies."

"Well, I'm sorry your fluffy heathen is toying with my heart."

"Meow!"

"Yeah, you." He chuckled, then grinned. "So, what you're saying is... Their pies are to die for?"

He rolled his eyes at the awful pun. "Yes, I guess you could say that." He smiled. "The ones made with priests are heavenly. The lawyers are nice, if they're for a price. And Beadle isn't bad 'til you smell it and notice how well its been greased. My advice is to stick to priest." Of course, Lafayette was quoting the pun filled song, "A Little Priest," but Alexander clearly wouldn't have known that.

And, as expected, Alexander broke into a fit of giggles at the pun. After all of the drama of the past few days, he was able to just laugh and be happy and it only helped that he was eating better and that he actually took his medicine.

Lafayette was more than glad to see him so happy.

But he knew things could've been better. He pulled out his phone and texted John, who should've just been getting off of school. [hEy!] [todays not been 2 sucky] [watchin musikals w/Laf] [wana join? iv got a cuddle heer w/ your naem onit 😘]

John sighed as he read the text, walking with Herc to the shop. [Sorry, I wish I could, but I got detention : (] [Adams made Jefferson 'apologize' and I told him to fuck off.] [I'll try to go afterwards, I promise.] [I love you.]

"Are you sure you're up for this?.. I won't be offended if you're not."

"I'll be fine." He looked at his phone as Alexander responded.

[awwww :( remind me 2 beet his ass wen im bac in] [i love u too <3] Alexander sighed and looked at Lafayette. "He's got detention. Because of stupid Jefferson, too. I hate that guy."

[I won't, but I'll happily beat his ass for you.]

Alexander smiled a bit at the response. "Well... At least we can still watch musicals. Oh! I have an idea." He reached down and grabbed a box from under his bed. At first glance, it looked like a normal box of mementos and pictures... Then he pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Don't tell mom and pop."

Lafayette chuckled and shook his head. "As fun as that sounds, going to school hungover doesn't."

Alexander tutted. He knew Lafayette was right. "Okay. Let's watch Be More Chill."

John sighed as he dropped his bag behind the till in the shop, watching Herc get ready. "Alright, I'm already ready for this to be over," he half-joked.

"Me too. Last chance, John. You don't have to be here."

He shook his head. "I want to."

"Okay.." Herc sighed as he heard the unmistakable bell ring and turned to see Jefferson walk in with his friend, John Jay. He'd only really seen him around Jefferson and knew he was a shy guy.

John slipped into the big, spinning chair behind the till and turned away from everyone, simply listening as Hercules worked with them.

"What are you looking for?" Hercules droned.

"Where's your usual pep, Mulligan?" Thomas teased.

"What can I do for you today, gentlemen?" Hercules added, voice dripping with optimistic sarcasm. John Jay snickered.

"Prom suits." Thomas replied with a little grumble.

"Er, nothing flashy..." John added, causing Thomas to tut.

"ONLY flashy, JJ..." Thomas corrected him.

Hercules rolled his eyes and let the pair watch as he picked out a suit, able to tell their sizes at a glance.

"I like that one," Jay told him.

Hercules nodded and gave him the one he was referring to.

John Jay thanked him and walked towards the back, following his directions to the changing room. "Hi, John." He realized that he shouldn't have said that only after he saw him cringe. "Sorry.."

"It's fine.."

Jay ducked into the changing room as Thomas grinned over at John as he turned around, figuring there was no point in hiding anymore.

"Just the babe I wanted to see. Still have my number?"

John ignored him, putting in his earphones, and Hercules tried to distract him.

"If by flashy, you mean glitz and glam, we've got an array of sequined suits-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so Johnny, tell me-"

"As well as matching ties, bows and shoes that go well with them-"

"That's nice. Baby, why don't you-"

"And to top it off, we've got a sale on matching cuff links and ties, so you could even match them up for a reduced price-"

"Hey Jerkules, I'm trying to talk to-"

"There's also tailed suits and with matching heels, if you're into that sort of thing as well."

Thomas looked like he was going to smack Hercules, like steam would start pouring out of his ears in frustration. "..I want a model." He gritted.

"Hmm... let's see... there's just me running the shop today... and I'm a completely different size to you... so I guess there's none available." He hummed. The most frustrating thing was Hercules was technically not doing anything. Sure, he was being a bit more brash than usual, but all he was doing was selling. Thomas wouldn't even be able to leave a bad review.

"..what do you think?" Jay asked nervously as he returned from the changing room. Hercules certainly had a talent for picking the right outfit for the right person. The pale blue matched Jay's aesthetic perfectly. Even the size was dead on flawless. Jay looked pretty charming... unlike his friend who looked like he'd erupt at any moment.

"Looks great." Hercules smiled... somewhat cheekily. He was going to milk the moment. "I was /just/ saying to Thomas how we have a sale on matching cuff links and ties if you wanted to look at those."

Jay opened his mouth to answer but shut it when he caught sight of Thomas' glaring. "...s'fine." He concluded instead.

Thomas pushed passed Hercules as to stand over John, yanking out his headphone. "If you want to strike a deal, then you have to talk to me." He snapped. "Or should I discuss it with Alex instead?"

"...who's Alex?" Jay queried, raising a brow.

"The guy I added on your Facebook earlier."

John flinched and sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket and snatching his headphones back from Thomas. "First of all, ouch. I don't appreciate you yanking my earphones out. Second," he looked over at Jay and smiled. "You look good, Jay. That's definitely your color." He gave him a thumbs up, then turned back to Thomas. "Third of all, if you even want to /think/ about ever having me back, you will not lay a hand on Alex. Or Laf. Or Herc. Overall, don't get your hopes up. You're still the last person I'd ever sleep with." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned farther back in his chair. "Didn't you want a model or something?"

Thomas nodded. "Well, can't go to prom without a prom date."

"No. You already tortured Laf enough."

Thomas rolled his eyes at Hercules's protests. "Oh, come on. You know this place can't survive without me."

Hercules hated to admit it, but he knew he was right. As popular as his parents were in Ireland, almost none of that was in New York. Just a few bad reviews and the shop would have to shut down, sending them back to Ireland.

Jay shifted his weight from foot to foot awkwardly, just trying to avoid the conflict that was brewing. Sure, he knew what Thomas was capable of, but that didn't mean he was like him. "Maybe some of those suits over there?.." He pointed at a rack.

John sighed. "I offered. I'll do it. Thanks, Jay." He gave him a small smile, then returned to glaring at Thomas. "I don't know why he hangs out with you. He's way too nice for you."

Thomas rolled his eyes. Jay was a nice guy, he knew that, and he wasn't going to drag him into this.

Hercules led him away and John stood up.

"Alright. What am I trying on first?"

"Let's see.." He went to the racks and picked out a light pink tux, one that looked just a size smaller than John. "Try this."

"Whatever." He took the suit and went to the changing room, glad that it fit him right. He went back out and stood on the pedestal.

Thomas lit up at the sight, especially knowing that John was in no position to do anything about it. He stepped towards him and straightened out the suit a bit, then cupped John's cheek. "You know, last time I got this close to you, you punched me." He almost looked sincere.

But John knew better. "You earned it."

"Yeah, yeah. Go change." He gave John another outfit, this time a dress.

He tutted and took it, going to the dressing room and getting changed. He came back out after a few minutes in the deep pink, knee length dress and distracted himself by wondering how many sequins were even on the dress as Thomas approached him again.

"Don't you look adorable?" he hummed. "You should wear some more dresses. Speaking of which," he gave John another hanger. "Try this on for size."

John rolled his eyes and changed into the dress, which was noticeably tighter. He was doing this for Alexander, he reminded himself, the same Alexander who was texting him.

[hey! me n laf r watin]

[Sorry, but I have something to take care of with Madison. I'm already out. : (] [I'll text you when I can see you, I'm sorry.]

[Aw, tat suks : (]

He went back out, clutching the light blue and jeweled fabric, and stood on the pedestal, blushing and hoping that his boxers were high enough to not be noticed.

"Phone away. Alexander isn't here. It's just you and me."

John tutted and put his phone down.

"Good boy."

Across the shop, John Jay and Herc were just finishing up.

"Thanks for everything, Herc."

"Just doing my job." He smiled, then glanced up and frowned at John and Thomas. "Aw, Jack.." he muttered.

Jay glanced over as well and frowned. "Hey, Thomas, my mom's expecting me home soon. You're my ride home, maybe we should go.."

Thomas shook his head. "Just one more, JJ."

"Come on, Thomas. You're not even looking at any suits."

"Alright, fine." He sighed and went to Herc, paying for his time, before going back and getting his coat, smacking John's behind as he passed by.

John jumped and ducked into the changing room, quickly getting back into his own clothes, and sitting against the wall.

"Get out of here, pervert," Hercules grumbled at Thomas.

"Same time next week?" he smirked.

"Let's just go, Thomas.." Jay muttered, walking out with him.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #alexander hamilton #lafayette #john laurens #hercules mulligan #thomas jefferson #john jay #lams #mullette #27 #chapter 27

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searchingwardrobes · 7 years ago

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CS Valentine's One Shots: Day Eight

Prompt: First “I love you”

I don’t know if this qualifies as canon or canon divergent. I think of it as “filling in a plot hole.” Dark Hook’s words to Emma in Broken Heart about how he always said it first made no sense. After all, from what we saw on screen Emma said it first and Killian had only ever said it indirectly. I know some people explain it by saying the darkness twists truth, but I got to thinking about all those “off screen conversations” A&E are always saying happened. And in Operation Mongoose, all Emma said was that she never told him how she felt. Maybe he threw the “L” word around all the time . . .

And warning: this got a little angsty, especially the ending. I swear I’m not doing this on purpose . . .

Three Little Words

Three Times Killian Jones told Emma Swan he loved her and one time he didn’t.

One: First Date

The sea always calmed Killian, and while calm was an odd way to feel when he was finally on a date with Emma Swan, it was the best word he could use to describe how he felt right now. Despite his worries over his supposedly cursed hand, despite the ice witch who was out there somewhere, Killian felt deliciously content in this moment. Emma’s hand was in his, he could hear the soothing beat of the waves beneath the docks, and Emma’s hair glittered like gold in the moonlight.

She let go of his hand to lean against the railing of the boardwalk, and as she did, he noted the elegant curve of her neck, the way her ponytail swished against her shoulder blades, the almost girlish way she popped her foot and dug her toe into the old, wet boards. She shivered, and he inwardly berated himself for not thinking of the dropping temperatures or her bare shoulders (aside from admiring her soft skin, that is).

He shrugged out of his leather jacket and quickly draped it over her. “Here love, you have more need of this than I do.”

Emma accepted it gladly with a soft thank you, slipping her arms into the sleeves and hugging her torso. She was uncharacteristically vulnerable tonight, and he hoped that was because she felt safe with him.

She shivered still as she drew the jacket tighter around herself, and Killian came closer to wrap his arms around her from behind. She sighed and leaned back into him. Words didn’t seem necessary for the moment as they simply stood there, wrapped up in one another, gazing at the stars. Killian lowered his head to nuzzle into her neck, the scent of her shampoo making his heart thud loudly in his chest.

“I love you,” he whispered. He wasn’t sure if it was the quiet, or her softness in his arms, but the words just slipped out.

She stiffened slightly, and he held his breath, fearful that he had spoken too soon. She turned, still in the circle of his arms, her face flushed, eyes shining and darting to and fro. The moment stretched out, marked by the undulating sound of the waves below.

Finally, she raised up on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed her back, knowing it was the only answer she could give. At least for now.

Two: Valentine’s Day

“Swan!” Killian shouted, as he burst into the loft. His fear ratcheted up a few more notches when he saw that the place was empty. It had been weeks since the Crocodile left town, and therefore weeks since there had been a crisis, but Emma’s text message had him falling right back into that mode. He glanced down at his screen to read the message again.

Come to the loft. Hurry.

He heard a laugh from the top of the stairs, and when he lifted his gaze from his phone, he saw Emma standing there, a bright smile on her face. Killian let out a huge sigh of relief as he pocketed his phone.

“Bloody hell, Swan, you scared me to death!”

“I scared Captain Hook?” she teased, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her head. “Yay me. Now get up here, pirate.”

Killian did as she asked without further complaint. Belle had teased him about being whipped, and when she explained to him what that meant, he couldn’t really argue. He’d traded his ship for this woman, jumped through a time portal for her. Anything else was a trifle, really.

When he reached the second floor of the loft, Emma stood in front of her bathroom door with her hands behind her back grasping the doorknob. She wore an eager grin and there was delight shining in her eyes.

“Do you know what today is?”

Killian scratched his jaw with the curve of his hook. “Aye, Valentine’s Day, a holiday which requires Granny to decorate the diner with tacky red hearts and naked babies with bows and arrows.”

Emma chuckled and shook her head. “Yeah, I know, it’s kind of cheesy. But you’ve done so much for me, I wanted to do a little something for you . . . so . . . “

With that she flung the door open, simultaneously grabbing his hook and pulling him through the door. The claw foot tub in the corner was filled to almost overflowing with big, frothy bubbles.

“It’s a bubble bath,” Emma explained, shaking his arm excitedly. “You were so thrilled with showers, and my parents said there were no bubble baths in the Enchanted Forest, not like this, sooo . . ta-da!”

Killian grinned at the thought she had apparently put into this. He approached the tub cautiously, dipping his hand in to find the water invitingly warm. It was difficult to keep water at such a perfect temperature back in the Enchanted Forest. He glanced around and also saw candles burning all over the room.

“Come on,” Emma said, yanking on his arm, “before the water gets cold and the bubbles disappear.”

She had already yanked off his jacket and tossed it on the floor. He was blushing, which was slightly embarrassing. “You, uh, talked to your parents about this?”

Emma rolled her eyes as she unbuttoned his vest. “Are you kidding? My dad would have a coronary. After he pulled his gun on you, that is. I just asked for a few hours without the baby. I think mom suspected something, but my dad seems to be a little clueless about that sort of thing. Or at least when it involves me.”

Killian’s vest was cast aside, and he watched Emma as she worked on the buttons of his shirt. Her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth as she worked them. “How do you do this with one hand?” She muttered. “These buttons are tiny.”

Killian cleared his throat nervously as he closed his hand around Emma’s, “I think I can handle it from here.”

“No way, sailor,” Emma corrected him with a heated stare, “that tub is big enough for two.”

His blush only increased as he gazed into her eyes. Not only was this a new step in their own relationship, but it was a level of intimacy he had never shared with anyone after losing his hand. Sex became nothing more than a rough, quick release with nameless, faceless women who craved a night to forget just as much as he did. While some women had seen him without his hook, no living person had seen him without his brace since that horrible, painful day on his ship so long ago. And he hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was ashamed.

“Emma,” was all he managed to choke out as he rubbed his thumb nervously along the inside of her wrist. He wasn’t sure how to put what he was feeling into words. He just stood there, staring at the floor and clenching his jaw.

“Hey,” Emma said softly, reaching up with both hands to cup his face. She eased his chin up until his eyes met hers, and what he saw there stole his breath. Understanding. Patience. And above all, acceptance. She ran her thumbs wordlessly across his cheeks for a moment, then her hands drifted down to finish the buttons. She eased his shirt off his shoulders and one arm, then carefully worked the other sleeve around his hook. Then she ran her hand over the leather straps, almost as if she were admiring them.

“It’s okay,” she whispered as she unbuckled them. Her voice soothed him, but he still closed his eyes as she eased the brace completely from his torso. He kept them closed as her hands mapped his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Then she was cradling his stump in both hands, running her thumbs over the scars. His eyes finally opened to see her do what he had thought was unthinkable. She lifted his arm to her lips and placed a soft kiss at the end of it. His own breath came out in a shaky hiss.

“It’s okay,” she said again, pressing his stump against her to rest between her breasts. She stepped closer, her free arm encircling his waist, her cheek pressed against his chest, his bad arm wedged between them.

Killian, almost overcome with the tenderness of the moment, brought his hand up shakily to run his one hand through her hair. He lowered his face to breathe in the softness of her hair. “I love you so much,” he told her huskily.

She lifted her head to look at him, her mouth agape. Her eyes were awash with intensity, and he waited with bated breath for her words to come.

But Emma’s expression changed to a smirk as she yanked at the zipper of his jeans instead.

Three: The Cabin in the Woods

He stands there, simply gazing at her in amazement. He can’t believe she doesn’t know. Tears prick at his eyes. Is it that hard for her to believe she’s enough?

“Don’t you know, Emma?” he finally manages to say around the lump in his throat. “It’s you.”

The look on her face almost kills him. So shocked and full of wonder. They are drawn together slowly, tenderly, and as he kisses her, he can taste a tear in the corner of her mouth. He turns to kiss the salty path on her cheek.

“I love you,” he breathes against her petal soft skin.

She just buries her face in the crook of his neck and sighs.

Four: The Loft

One moment, lowly deckhand Hook feels cold steel slice through skin, muscle, and sinew. He reaches his one hand out to Emma Swan, regretting that he hadn’t grabbed hold of the moment offered him earlier. That he hadn’t leaned down and kissed her. Because no one has ever looked at him that way before. And no one has ever looked as devastated as Emma Swan does right now as he falls to the ground, the life bleeding out of him.

The next moment, his eyes are opening and he’s on his back on a hardwood floor. He’s Captain Hook again. No, he’s Killian Jones, hero and the man who loves Emma Swan. He smiles. They did it. Henry and Emma did it!

Henry! He leaps to his feet, ignoring the groans of Snow and David still on the floor behind him as he races upstairs to be sure the lad is ok. He doesn’t even have time to look for the boy when Emma bursts in, “Hook!” the first word on her lips.

He can tell she’s frantic and distraught, so he plays cocky and comedic. It was the right choice, as her face lights up with joy. She comes racing up the stairs, his given name now spoken with delight as she tackles him with a hug. It takes him by surprise when she tumbles with him onto the bed, knocking the breath out of him in the process. But he delights in the weight of her pressing him into the mattress and he enjoys it even more when she pins his arms on either side of his head, propping herself up to grin down at him. He really wishes her parents weren’t right downstairs.

“Didn’t mean to frighten you, love,” he tells her, “when I woke, I came up here to check on your boy.”

“He’s fine, Henry’s fine . . . “ She trails off, her smile faltering, and her eyes getting a sort of far-off look.

Concerned, he sits up, his forehead creasing as he searches her suddenly pale expression. “What is it, love?”

“It’s just . . . when I saw you die . . . I was afraid I would never get to tell you . . . “

Killian thinks he knows where she’s going with this. He understands her walls, her fears, her insecurities. Mostly because he’s felt them too. He tries to encourage her, but feels he only succeeds in plastering a ridiculously broad grin on his face.

“To tell you . . . thank you.”

For a brief moment, his heart drops all the way to his stomach. He died for her, and still she holds back. But he swallows down the hurt and disappointment. It has to be on her terms, he only wants it on her terms, and so he smiles. He barely hears the rest of her babbling thank you.

“All in a day’s work for a hero,” he tells her when she finishes. She presses her forehead to his, burying her fingers in his hair. He wonders if she expects him to say it like he always does: I love you. But this time, he can’t.

Killian Jones is a patient man. One day, perhaps, she’ll simply say it. Those three little words he longs to hear from her lips.

#cs valentine #cs ff #i love you #angst #canon #filling in plot holes

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avengerofyourheart · 7 years ago

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Leave This Town Pt 12 (Mechanic!Bucky AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky, Tony Stark, Steve, others mentioned.

Summary: After leaving the small town life behind, you’ve worked hard to make your dreams come true. When something unexpected brings you home, you’re brought back to the place where everything changed. Timing is everything and now there just might be a second chance with the man you left behind.

Song Inspiration: Angela by The Lumineers

Warnings: Tiny bit of angst, mostly fluff.

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags are at bottom (TAG LIST IS CLOSED I’M SORRY)

**This fic is for @bionic-buckyb ‘s 5K AU Writing Challenge**

A/N: Whoo, boy, you guys. It was a little odd writing Steve and Bucky meeting. Even as an AU. haha. :D Hope you like their interaction, though! I really thought this would be the end, but surprise! An epilogue is coming. I do love a good epilogue. Hope you do, too! And I also hope you like this part! Please let me know your thoughts!! All feedback is welcome. I love you guys.

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Previously:

Your eyes flew wide and within seconds, you discovered the man’s perfectly styled dirty-blond hair and a pair of bright blue eyes met yours from across the room. He smiled and raised a hand in greeting before making his way toward you.

“Is that Steve Rogers?” Bucky asked with a tone of admiration in his voice. “Looks like he’s headed this way. Are you two close friends?”

“Um…” you hesitated, watching Steve’s progress across the room as he continued to shake hands and greet people along the way. “About that. There’s something I should probably tell you…”

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“What is it?”

You shifted nervously, glancing at the approaching Steve before returning your gaze to Bucky. “Remember how I was seeing someone and broke it off just before I came back into town?” you asked quietly, then hesitating.

“Uh...I guess so, why…” Bucky began, then pausing as the light came on and his eyes grew wide. “You and…he…you were dating Steve Rogers before me?” he hissed at a whisper.

You nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“But he’s…I…how could you not tell me?” he replied, a look of hurt passing over his features.

“I’m sorry, but at what point do you mention that your last boyfriend was literally a famous movie star? Would you have responded any differently, even back then?” you asked as he chewed on his lip in consideration.

“Maybe not…”

“Look,” you began, looping your arms around Bucky’s waist and leaning close, “the point is, I chose you. Okay? I broke up with him before I left L.A., not knowing if there was still a chance for us. I hoped, but either way I still chose you even if I wasn’t sure you would feel the same. I want you. Only you.”

Bucky finally met your gaze and took a deep breath, then nodding. “Okay.”

You exhaled in relief. “Okay. I love you.”

He let out half a smile and pulled you closer. “I love you, too,” Bucky declared, then pressing a chaste kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours a short moment.

You released your grip on him and turned around just in time to see Steve merely feet away, his million dollar smile on full display. He wore an expertly cut tuxedo over his muscular frame, his hair perfectly quaffed and chiseled jaw clean-shaven. Eyeing the two of you, Steve offered a soft gaze and came to a stop before you.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you,” he grinned, leaning forward for a light hug and kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Steve. It’s been a while. Great to see you, too,” you replied, then returning your focus to Bucky, who was fidgeting with his tie. “Steve Rogers, this is Bucky Barnes, my boyfriend. Bucky, this is Steve Rogers,” you spoke, gesturing between the two men as Steve offered his hand.

“Wow, so this is the infamous Bucky?” Steve asked as Bucky accepted his hand and gave it a shake, the brunet seeming a bit starstruck. “I’m really glad that things worked out for you two. It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky,” the blond finished with a nod.

Bucky took a moment to respond, “Um…I, uh…it’s really great to meet you, Mr. Rogers. I’m a big fan,” he finally replied with a nervous smile.

“Please, just Steve is fine. And I’m a big fan of yours. I hear you were a big influence on Y/N’s work. I guess it was all meant to be, then, huh?” he smiled at you with a wink.

Bucky looked your way in confusion, but you just grinned at him and mouthed the words “You’ll see”.

Steve opened his mouth to speak again, but was interrupted when his name was called by a gorgeous brunette with kind eyes, painted lips, and soft curls just past her shoulder. “Steve, darling, can you come here a moment?” she called out in a posh British accent.

“I’ll be right there,” he replied to her before turning back to you.

Your eyes flew wide, then speaking in a whisper. “Is that Margaret Carter? You did one of your first films with her, right? I didn’t know you were still in touch…wait…Peggy?” you asked with an excited grin as the pieces fell together in your mind.

Steve ducked his head as he nodded slightly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yup. Some things just take a little bit more time, right?” he shrugged.

“I’m really happy for you,” you told Steve sincerely, holding his gaze.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’m happy for you, too. It was great to meet you, Bucky. I better get back,” he said to you both with a raise of his hand before he walked back to his date.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” you asked, turning back toward Bucky whose gaze was still off in the distance. “Buck?”

“He was so nice and…normal,” Bucky replied, still in awe. “And he knew about me? How?”

You slipped your hand back into his and gave it a squeeze. “I told him the truth about why I wanted to break up before I left town and shared the story of how you and I met. He could tell there was still something there, for me at least, and he even encouraged me to find out if there was a true possibility for us. He really is a good man. Just not the man for me,” you ended, brushing a hand across Bucky’s stubbled cheek. He grasped it and pressed a kiss to your palm before releasing it.

“I guess I have him to thank, then?” he asked with a shake of his head. “Wow. I met Steve Rogers,” he grinned.

Letting out a burst of laughter, you pulled Bucky further into the room and introduced him to a few more people before the doors to the theater opened and everyone filed in to take their seats. You grasped Bucky’s hand as the opening credits began to roll. Now it was your turn to be nervous. You had seen some rough cuts and spent a few days on set, but this was the big production. The moment of truth where you found out if all the pieces came together just as you had hoped.

The first scene opened with a girl pulling an empty bag from the closet and stuffing it with clothes in a hurry. The sound of a zipper closing and she’s down the stairs, feeling her way toward the door in the dark before she stepped out into the cricket-filled air. Adding the bag to her already packed car, she gave one last look at the dark house before climbing into the driver’s seat and starting the engine.

The scene then cut to the car racing down the highway as voiceover was heard of the girl reading a note that is shown left behind on her bed. Her mother would find it in the morning, explaining how she was finally leaving town how she always wanted to and that she just had to chase her dreams. Next the camera panned up from the road, showing steam rising out from underneath the hood of her car which was parked on the dusty shoulder. The girl was spotted sitting on the car’s trunk while the sun rose behind her.

As a tow truck appeared on the horizon on screen, you felt Bucky grip your thigh and you glanced his way to see a teary smile upon his face. You felt happy tears threatening as well, pulling Bucky down by his tie for a kiss before you both settled in to watch a fictionalized version of your love story play out on the screen.

You wrote the screenplay almost a year ago and had changed names to protect the innocent, but anyone who was there would know that it was you and Bucky. The two leads were unknowns, their previous works including commercials and supporting roles on tv shows. Thankfully, they had great chemistry and portrayed their parts exceptionally well. Some of those acting as townspeople were more well-known and were able to help draw attention to the film.

Even though parts of the script were cut during editing and different inflection was used for dialogue, it gave you chills to hear not only the words you wrote but the words you also had spoken yourself. It wasn’t exact, but close, especially during the fight in the hotel room. You still felt a flash of shame that you had acted so selfishly back then. Bucky slipped an arm around you and pressed a kiss to your temple, bringing a smile to your face.

Apologies were shared at the fictional auto shop and tears were shed, which then lead to the scene you were most anxious about. You had debated whether or not to include the car sex scene, but in the end decided it was crucial to their story arc and an important part of the eventual goodbye. A different type of classic car was used, as you had written, but the scene was emotional and tasteful. It still brought some heat to your face, though, as you conjured memories from that moment years ago.

She was back on the road then, wind whipping through her hair until she decided to pull over to the side and got out of the car. The girl stood in the middle of the abandoned road, looked one direction, and then the other with a look of indecision upon her face. She got back into her car and glanced at the map spread across the passenger’s seat before digging through her purse for her phone.

The last shot showed a wide smile upon her face followed by her thumb hovering over the green call button and then the screen went black. Credits began to roll and the sound of applause was heard as you finally came back to the present. You took a deep breath, blinking a few times before you registered that Bucky was speaking to you.

“It’s…it’s amazing, doll. Wow. And you said romance wasn’t your forte,” he grinned, giving you a tight squeeze as much as the theater seats would allow.

Chuckling thickly, you sniffled and met his eye. “Well, I had the right kind of inspiration,” you admitted, brushing a finger under your eye to remove any black smudges from your tears. It had been an emotional experience to witness this particular project come to fruition. “Truthfully, I was a little nervous about how you would react to my using our story for a film.”

“Really? I admit, I was surprised and I’d be more apprehensive if it was exactly the same, but you tweaked it just enough. I loved it. Brought up wonderful memories of that time,” he said with a smile. “So…what happens to the girl?” he asked in a low voice as people continued to mill around and leave the theater.

You shrugged with a smile. “I’m not sure. I left that open to the audience and honestly, I didn’t even know when I wrote it.”

“You wrote it before we—“

“Yup. I had just finished the script a few weeks before I came back into town. I was actually supposed to be working on a different project, but something kept nudging me to finish the one story that I couldn’t leave alone. Inspiration is a fickle thing, so I just let it flow. You were never far from my mind that whole time we were apart,” you confessed, placing a hand on Bucky’s thigh.

He stood then, pulling you up as well before wrapping his arms around your waist. “I think those two kids can make it,” he said knowingly, then pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips.

“I hope so,” you whispered as you broke apart.

His brow furrowed then. “Wait…so how did Steve Rogers know I was inspiration for this film?” Bucky inquired.

“Tony mentioned that Steve was sent the script when they were looking for the leads, but casting ultimately decided to go with unknowns, which I’m actually grateful for. He must have seen my name as the writer and connected the dots with what I had told him about you and me,” you answered with a shrug.

“Huh,” he replied quizzically. “He said he was a fan of mine. I’m not gonna get over that,” he declared with stars in his eyes.

You laughed as Bucky led you out the double doors and into the foyer that was packed with people, many of whom were now vying for your attention.

“We don’t have to stay, Buck. It’s okay,” you stated with a soft hand against his chest.

Bucky just shook his head and hugged you tight before releasing you. “This is your night. You deserve recognition. Like you said, it’s a celebration. For you,” he smiled, joining in the applause that had erupted around you.

You brought a hand up to your face in mild embarrassment, finding yourself the center of attention. Tony came to your side and said he “never doubted you for a minute about the ending”, to which you rolled your eyes but thanked him. The two young stars said hello to you along with the producers and director. Some time had passed before you looked around to see that Bucky was standing off to the side with a drink in his hand. He gave you a smile and a thumbs up to say that he was okay, so you turned back to the conversation.

Thirty minutes later, you came to Bucky’s side and stole a drink from his glass. “I’m ready to go,” you declared.

“Are you sure?” he asked. “I overheard that director wanting to talk to you about another future project. That’s great, Y/N. You should go for it,” he encouraged you.

“Not tonight. I have their contact info and they have mine. The talk can wait. I’m all talked out,” you confessed, pulling Bucky into a hug and tucking your head under his chin. “I’m ready to go home.”

Bucky rubbed a hand against your back and sighed. “Okay. Let’s call the chauffeur guy.”

“I already texted him. He’ll be here in five,” you said with a yawn. The adrenaline had kept you going most of the night, but it now began to dissipate.

“Okay, then,” he chuckled.

A few last goodbyes and you two slipped out the back entrance and into the car where you collapsed into your seat. The city lights streaked past through the tinted windows making you drowsy, and in no time, you were awakened by Bucky. He helped you up the walk to your condo and you slipped off your heels first thing, carefully setting them in the box provided by the wardrobe team.

Reaching for the zipper on our dress, you found it difficult to manage so you turned to ask Bucky for help only to see him standing in the dining room near the floor to ceiling windows that looked out over the city. He had his back to you as you approached. Coming to his side, you saw that he had loosened his tie and undone the top buttons of his shirt. You opened your mouth to speak but thought against it upon seeing his faraway expression.

He stood with hands buried in his suit pockets, his gorgeous profile on full display from your vantage point as he began to speak.

“So, this is your life now. Kinda hard to compete,” he said with a sad smile, then looking your way.

“No, this,” you began, gesturing to the elaborate wardrobes and jewels around your neck, “this is not my normal life. The fancy dresses and parties, that happens maybe twice a year and I’m always glad to get it over with by the end of the night. And there’s no competition, Bucky. It’s not small town life versus big city life. I don’t want you to think that I’m asking you to choose, either. L.A. has offered me wonderful opportunities and connections, but it still doesn’t feel like home. Not without you,” you said, gathering both of his hands in yours.

Bucky glanced down at your joined hands and replied softly, “So what does it all mean for us? You are so incredibly talented, Y/N. You deserve this life and you fit in here. I could never forgive myself if I became the reason you walked away.”

You shook your head firmly. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, why does it have to be one or the other? I go months on end where I barely leave the house, so technically, I can work wherever there’s WiFi. You have that now, right?” you asked with a coy smile.

He chuckled. “As I recall, it was installed without my knowledge, but yeah. It’s there. So, what…you’d stay with me for part of the year?”

You cocked your head with a shrug. “If you’ll have me. You’d get to see me in full-immersion-crazy-writer-mode. That’d be fun,” you grinned.

Bucky threw his head back in laughter. “I can’t wait. And I’ll take you any way I can get you. I love you, Y/N,” he confessed, using a finger under your chin to tilt your head up.

“I love you, too, Bucky. So much,” you replied with a slight crack in your voice, then clearing it. “I know it still seems hard, but we can make it happen. There will be compromises and struggles, but every relationship has those. I know you talked about meeting me half-way, but relationships aren’t 50/50. It’s about two people who try to give 100% every single day. We choose each other every day without fail. Sometimes one has to be willing to carry a little more of the weight, but as long as we’re on the same path headed in the same direction with goals in common, we can do it. Are you with me?” you asked, touching your forehead to his.

He let out a sniffle followed by a chuckle. “God, you’re amazing. And once again, very convincing with your fancy words. Yes, I am with you. And for the record, I chose you, too, all those years ago. I didn’t know how or when, but I knew it had to be you,” he stated, pressing his lips to yours that quickly escalated into a passionate kiss that was headed for more, but you were now hindered by those fancy clothes.

Chest heaving, you pulled away reluctantly. “Okay, so we gotta get out of these designer threads so we can shower off the goop in our hair and feel more human before we can get down and dirty,” you proposed with a wiggle of your eyebrows.

He laughed at that and agreed with a nod as he followed you into the living room where you stripped off the expensive clothing and packed it away carefully. You really didn’t want to have to pay full price for any of that. Racing up the stairs only in your underthings, Bucky was right behind you heading for the shower.

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You woke up chilly the next morning, pulling the sheet around your bare body before noticing that Bucky wasn’t in sight. The balcony door was wide open, hence the cool breeze, so you slipped out of bed and donned your terrycloth robe before stepping out into the morning sunlight.

The sight before you nearly took your breath away, stopping you in the balcony doorway. The ocean was quite the view, but more notably, Bucky was clad only in those sweats you loved on him, the material tied low on his hips. His torso was bare and his hair wild, giving you the urge to caress every single inch of him. Not that you hadn’t done that already last night.

Glancing back into the room, you spotted evidence of your late night escapades. The down comforter and pillows were strewn about the room along with what little clothing you managed to slip on after a shower. Bucky’s guitar case was open revealing the 6-stringed Flamed Maple acoustic instrument that he had serenaded you with sometime during the night. Once again, he played without a stitch of clothing but this time the song choice was “Rhythm & Blues” by The Head and the Heart, a new favorite of yours. You had practically tackled him after singing that last line of “Won’t you let me turn you on”.

Snapping back to the present, you turned back toward Bucky and stepped out onto the wooden balcony to wrap your arms around the handsome, muscular man. He broke your grip and pulled you around to face him, wide grin upon his face.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greeted you with a coffee-flavored kiss. He had a mug in his hand and another resting on the railing for you.

“Mmm. I’d sure call this a good morning,” you replied with a light swat to Bucky’s shapely behind.

He yelped slightly at that, then setting down his mug to retaliate by tickling your sides. You finally cried “uncle” and he released you. Stepping up to the railing, you grasped the mug in both hands while Bucky embraced you from behind. You both stood in comfortable silence for a moment.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing this view more often. With you,” Bucky said with a tone of finality.

Your heart leapt in your throat, hoping that it meant what you thought it did. While you had promised you could work from his home, you had hoped he would be willing to visit you out here more often.

“Yeah?” you replied casually. “Like how often?”

“As often as possible. Every few months, at least,” he stated, then allowing you to turn inside his arms to face him so you could see he was serious.

A wide grin spread across your face. “I’ll take it. 100%?” you asked.

“You and me. 100%,” he replied, sealing the deal with a kiss in the early California sunlight.

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Epilogue (End)>>>

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EEEeeee!!! Yup. So that was supposed to be the end, but of course I’m too curious about what happens next so I hope you are too. Epilogue will be the end! For sure this time! I’ve so loved writing this story. It’s close to my heart and I appreciate all of you who’ve been on this journey with me. Any feedback is appreciated. I love you all!!

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