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snowyknight-17 · 6 months ago

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As requested by @gimmebones715 some hurt/comfort Jake and g/n sole. I worked hard on this and I hope people like it 🧣💙

“I think about us.”

TW: Fallout trauma/PTSD episode.

“Aaaannndddd…. DONE!

That should be the last of it.”

Lupe scrambled out from under the memory pod, a smear of grime across her cheek.

For the last few nights she has been working on this memory pod to better assist the chief with settlements run by the ASAMS.

“You sure it’s safe to use? It ain’t gonna shock ‘em or nothin?” Jake was knelt by the back of the machine doing an eye exam of Lupe’s wiring, tightening the occasional screw.

Lupe stretched her back, cracking the strain out it,

“Of course. I mean…I’m sure it’s gonna need some tuning…but it should really do as we planned and help the chief not…electrocute them.”

“Well I don’t want to take any chances. Let’s do another diagnostics check, then I’ll be the first to see how it goes. Once everything is green, I have a great idea for the VR design.”

What a day…

You and Raphael finally made it back to HQ. Clearing out Fallon’s was…tough, but you both found some great scrap.

As you both made your way through security you couldn’t help but chuckle at Raph’s face,

“You ok there buddy? Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”

He turned his scowled face towards you and grumbles,

“You could have warned me we were taking on a super mutant hive. Gonna smell like those green freaks for a week.”

You smile at your grumpy friend,

“My dear how did you not notice the blood bags that decorated the outside?”

“Too busy covering your ass.” His scowl softened as he shook his head, then he mumbled something under his breath along the lines of

“…was right.”

“Hmmm what was that?” You take a friendly jab at his ribs. You and Raph had a great back and forth but something was off tonight. The whole walk back to HQ was quiet, not tense but…weird.

Just then Aiden walked in to the checkpoint, paper work and a mug of coffee in hand.

“You two reek.”

Raphael humphed, “Let me ask you somethin Aiden. They always this reckless?”

You turn to him, a funny look of shock on your face.

“Excuse me?! Reckless?”

Aiden lifted one eyebrow and sipped his coffee,

“Let me guess…they ran in guns blazing, pipboy radio on full blast without so much as a look in your general direction to see if you were following?”

“‘Bout the gist of it.”

Aiden looked between the two of you and sighed, “Yeah you get used to it.”

You take a breath in to argue back when your favorite cowboy walks in,

“Darlin! Good to see you…. Is that slime you got on ya?”

Jake was pointing at post combat viscera that has made its home on your jacket,

“Mmhmm. Super mutant. Wanna hug partner?” Your smile was genuine but Jake was backing away at the thought of mutant grease getting smeared on him,

“Ho that’s ok. Maybe go on and shower then come see me in the comm room. Gotta surprise for ya.”

Clean, refreshed and ready to see this surprise, you made your way to the comm room.

Lupe and Jake were so engrossed in their latest projects, neither heard you enter.

“Eh hem. Don’t work too hard now.” You smile finally being in the presence of Jake; the Amber eyed southern man who came outta no where.

Lupe stood quickly at your entrance and yelled,

“Tada! Whatcha think?”

“The memory pod? I gotta admit I’m curious at this endeavor of yours.”

Jake was by your side now, his hand on your lower back guiding you to it,

“This is a game changer. Gonna make it so much easier to control the ASAMS.”

“How so?”

“Ever place an ASAM and forget to set it to the desired plot? You know built a library instead of a training ground. Or a weapon store instead of food and drink…well now no more trudging all the way back to some boondocks settlement. The ASAMS can be remotely changed. All from the comfort of HQ. You’ll still have to place them manually, but can change their output from here if you need to.”

Lupe had her hands in her overall pockets, a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah and all you have to do is lay in the pod and let the lounger do its program in VR for you. Wait till you see the house Jake decorated.”

Jake had a dusting of pink on his face, eyes down but smiling,

“Huh…well it wasn’t hard to make but I can’t wait for you to see it.”

The sun itself could not out shine their happiness and sense of accomplishment. But you were not as excited.

The last time you sat in this, you relieved some of the greatest trauma you have ever known. Saw your spouse murdered, your infant stolen. You can still hear the bull barrel go off, Shaun’s screams carry on in echoes down vault halls.

A shiver runs through you and your skin pricks up. You’re cold and if you breathed out hard enough, you’re sure you could see your breath.

Small spaces were…not the same. And you were uneasy at the thought of being in any pod like space.

“Darlin?”

“Darlin?” Jake has his hands on your shoulders, looking deep in your eyes,

You shook slightly and stared back at him and smiled a weak smile. You had spaced out.

“Hey there partner. You doin alright?”

“Yeah,” you squeak,

“I’m fine just thinking was all.”

Jake didn’t look convinced and rubbed his hands down your arms, slowly returning your warmth.

“Um you feel ok to try it out? It needs to tune itself to your brain waves and all that. Won’t take but a moment?”

You nod your head, explaining that you have just been busy lately and not eating enough or sleeping enough, running through your list of excuses that you use once a week or so to explain gaps in performance. Then you put your brave face on and follow Jake and Lupe’s instructions.

But you can’t really hear them. All you hear is the sound of sitting in leather and you remember that’s how it sounded first getting settled in your cryo pod. Your eyes are starting to sting as sharp tears force their way through. Then the door closes, you hear it close but it’s loud. It hisses and makes this vacuum sound as it locks all the other air from getting in.

Overheard you hear Jake’s muffled voice. You’re cold and hot at the same time. Jake’s out there and you’re about to get stuck in this pod. What if you can’t get out? What if another 200 years go by you? Jake would be gone, your son would be gone and you’d never find him.

No you can’t lose like this. Not again.

It’s very hard to breath now but before you can pound on the glass pleading for help to get out, a vision appears and you start to hear Jake’s voice.

He can’t hear you but you can hear him. Your vision goes black and fades to blue. Soon shapes appear and turn into furniture. Furniture you recognize.

Your blue kitchen set, your mixer, your red couch.

This was your house. Your prewar house. Some things were different though and you noticed your anxiety slipping away.

Then Jake’s voice lifted through the fog in your mind,

“Ok Darlin’ go ahead to the grid on the wall by the television set, I’ll guide you from there.”

You listened, you did as he said and changed a store type in sanctuary. Jake gave his praise and said to have a look around before coming out. All you had to do was open the front door to exit the VR.

You felt like you were moving through deep water. It was hard to get the hang of things. It didn’t help that you were so triggered from all the memories. This was your house.

Before the bombs.

When you had a family. A baby. A mate. Happy times for the most part. You looked at the sink and remembered giving Shaun his first bath in there. He was so little but loved the warm, lavender scented water. As you turned, you saw your spouse sipping on a cold drink and they gave you a wink reminding you of this one time when you were intimate on these counters.

You smile at them and they smile back before turning into a teddy bear wearing combat armor, looking over sheets of blueprints.

As you look around more you notice Laura’s picture. A sweet little girl smiling for her daddy on his workshop table. Her overalls had all kinds of tools and rolls of duct tape in the pockets. She has pigtails. Your finger tips gently touch the photo of Jake’s daughter. You have not met her yet, but you already consider her family. The warm sound of the washing machine takes your focus and it’s Jake’s scarf on the hood. It’s just out of reach, but you imagine it’s soft and smells like him; evergreen soap and engine musk.

You’re starting to calm down. This was yours and Jake’s house. A place for Shaun and Laura too.

It took a minute, but this was what you wanted. Family. Home. Your kid back in your life and Jake as your lover. It was starting to feel good and in the back of your mind, you hoped this is what he wanted too.

Crying again. You seemed to cry a lot when you thought about your future. But with all these friends and allies and settlements, your future was looking brighter with each ASAM placement.

You felt silly and went to the bathroom to freshen up, but as you looked in the mirror you were haunted to see the face of Kellogg. He smirked at you and said something you couldn’t hear. You backed up suddenly, hair standing on its ends. Your spouse’s killer was standing there matching your head movements, talking without making noise. In fact there was no noise. Just the blood in your ears.

Blood in your ears followed by far away sirens.

Utter panic was setting in. You’re sweaty and chilly and ready to bolt. You run to the front door, getting it open, only to be met with,

“Good morning! Vault Tec calling.”

The yellow trench coat and trilby hat unmistakable. Except he was not right. His face was burned off, unbelievable scarring, skin hanging off in strips but he was smiling just like that October morning…

“Darlin?! Shit! Lupe get Cassandra in here pronto!”

You struggled as Jake pulled you out. Your arms flailing in fight mode. You hear him but can’t quite see him.

He’s here but he’s not, you’re so scared you’re gonna lose him, you’re saying something but it makes no sense. Like trying to speak in a dream.

There’s a pain in your shoulder…then nothing.

*many hours of chem induced slumber later*

It feels like fur. You breathe in and smell the unmistakable scent of your best friend. Dogmeat has a nice dog smell. Fur, campfire, corn chips…

You squeeze his paw and he shifts to snuggle closer, giving your nose a single lick.

“H-hey…there you are.”

You open your eyes and see blue and red, followed by a well kept beard.

“Darlin you had me so worried.”

Jake started to sparkle into your sight. He wore a face of relief as your eyes met. He looked tired, but he was still so beautiful.

“Hey handsome.” Your mouth was dry, your eyes crusty in the corners.

“You’ve been asleep for hours. Cass gave you a fat dose of calmex and you went out fast. I carried you here and stayed for a while but then I went back to see if maybe we wired something wrong…”

His voice was drifting off as he spoke, you were just so happy to be here with him. Be back in HQ. You couldn’t help it, you stretched out and hugged that wonderful man; to feel him against you, make sure he was real.

He returned the gesture, he hugged you back gently then a little firmer,

“Darlin,” he spoke quietly, “What happened? You wanna talk about it?”

As you let go of him, the warmth only he can give, slips away and you just want him back. So you invite him on your bed and he sits next to you, his strong arm around your body. You both watch Dogmeat readjust himself at the foot of the bed and you both smile as he plops down on both of yours feet.

You sit like this for a little before speaking,

“It wasn’t your wiring dear that’s for sure. Call it PTSD, a panic attack, anxiety…I thought I was fine until I got closer to the memory pod. I was in one once while I searching for the Institute, and i relived my experience through the eyes of my mate’s killer…”

You explained the whole thing. Everything you experienced. Your prewar memories of that fateful October day, your spouse’s murder, when your baby was kidnapped…

How being in the tight space of the memory lounger gave you muscle memory of the cryo pod that froze you.

The whole thing.

Now Jake knew some of it, but not to this extent. And he never said a word. He let you speak giving the occasional squeeze with his arm around you as you spoke.

This vault dweller, prewar relic, gorgeous human being, was burrowing a hole into his heart and he was gonna be there for you every step of the way.

You stopped speaking, your nightmare over. Jake nodded his head and turned to you when he was sure you were done,

“I’am so sorry darlin’. I mean I knew some of what you went through, but…well…this has shined more light on your story…”

He pulled you closer, and before he could speak, you did.

“Ya know, all I could think about was losing you. Not having you around anymore. When that lounger closed I was afraid another 200 years was gonna go by, I’d be lost to time again.”

“Darlin I need you to listen to me,”

Jake turned so he was facing you, your faces close but not too intimately,

“I will do what I can to keep you safe. I promise to be there for ya. I’d never want to put you in a dangerous situation.” He was rubbing your arms, pressed his forehead to yours, “Darlin…I can’t do this without you.”

His voice was getting heavy with emotion. Even though Jake plants himself in the comm room while you’re wadding through the wastes, he has been there for you when you get back. He always listens to you, laughs with you, eats with you. Your friendship was blooming into something rare, something real.

“Hey…I liked the little touches in the VR house…did you do that?”

A smile crept into his pretty eyes and he chuckled,

“Noticed that did ya? Yeah I spent some time programming familiar things for the both of us. I thought it could…well…foreshadow our life to come.”

“You think of us? As a couple?” You could feel your heart skip a beat. Up till now your ‘relationship’ was not romantically intimate. You knew you both cared for each other and expressed that in quality time, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want more.

Your flirty comebacks could turn into lusty pillow talks, the brush of your hands in passing turning into passionate touches behind closed doors…hell you’d settle for breakfast in bed; but he wants to make a home with you…

“Absolutely I think of us. I think of finding Laura, finding Shaun, winning this blood bath of a war. Darlin sometimes I’m downright selfish with my thoughts about you. Having you all to myself, in our own little house…I think about it a lot actually. Us.

The kids.

A home.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

As if on que, Dogmeat lifted his head and licked his chops, eyeing you both down and earning a laugh from you both.

Jake patted the mattress calling the shepherd over, “Of course you can live with us. Ain’t nothing better than a family dog.”

He nestled between the two of you and huffed as he laid down.

As the three of you rested, nestled together, you feel lighter than you have in weeks. Jake had that effect on you.

Jake Evans.

A man you met 210 years into your future, through a series of insane events…well let’s just say you’re grateful. Grateful, happy and all that good stuff. Nothing could have brought you greater comfort than knowing you have a bright future ahead with him as your man.

#fo4 #fallout 4 #jake evans #ss2 jake #sim settlements 2 #Jake is a sweetheart

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thewolvesandtheirbard · 3 years ago

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Guxart asking Vesemir if his kittens can please stay at Kaer Morhen too

#the witcher #school of the cat #school of the wolf #kaer morhen #guxart #vesemir #papa vesemir #papa guxart #vesemir x guxart #Guxart: Please my love! Look how adorable and well behaved they are #Gaetan: *Hissing & Flipping Out*#Aiden: *Paper bag stuck on head*#Dragonfly: *Unimpressed blink*#witcher aiden #witcher gaetan #witcher dragonfly

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pissthena · 3 years ago

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Pap

Hakon x Aiden.

I got a request for Aiden not knowing “normal life” and I gotta say, I love this idea so much.

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Clink.

The door pushed open easily, with a few tries of lockpicking. Aiden peeked his head inside, checking the surroundings.

“Clear. Completely.” Confusion painted his voice. It wasn’t often you would find a store with no infected roaming around.

“None?” Hakon poked his head inside, giving a cheerful whoop, echoing off the empty store.

“Awesome! Come quick, close the door.” With a small jump, he stepped inside, taking in the store. It had been so long since he’d been in a grocery store. It was just a bit before the world went to shit and god, he had missed it. It was such a mundane and annoying task, but now it felt almost special, roaming around in this store.

“What are you doing?” Aiden’s head craned over his shoulder, looking at the item his hand was gripping.

“It’s a shopping cart.” The older man said nonchalantly, pushing it along the aisles. “What’s that?” Aiden raised an eyebrow, trotting along, eyeing the different items displayed on the shelves.

“It’s a cart. For shopping.” Hakon deadpanned, stating the obvious. “You put your wares in it, so you didn’t have to carry it all in your arms.” The younger man nodded, trying to picture what it would have been like. “I cannot believe you haven’t been grocery shopping. It was such a shit chore.” Hakon chuckled, throwing a few items into the cart.

“Why not just put it in your bag?” Aiden asked, poking the other man’s backpack.

“Then you’d just be stealing, it would be too hard to check.” He sighed, it was as if they were from two different worlds.

“Oh. Makes sense, I guess.” The younger man picked up a random box, trying to look as if he knew what he was doing. Not a moment later, a laugh echoed throughout the store. He turned his head, brow raised in confusion to the other man’s joy.

“I don’t think you’ll need that.” A grin spread across the man's lips, causing Aiden more confusion as he looked back down at the item he was holding. “It’s tampons, Aiden. Women use it for their periods.” It took him a moment to process, before quickly putting the item back on the shelf, his face painted red, giving Hakon yet another reason to laugh, patting his back affectionately as the embarrassed man walked past him.

“I can’t believe they have this!” Hakon exclaimed, causing Aiden to stop his sulking in the corner of the store. “What?” The younger man was quick to peer over his shoulder, curious to what object he had found. A small ‘pap’ and what felt like a paper ball hit him right in his forehead.

“What the?” Aiden lifted a hand to rub the weird feeling away, touching a stick of some kind, sitting right on his face. Pap. Another one stuck on his hand. His brows furrowed, looking at the weird stick, sitting there, seemingly with magic. Pap. Another one, this time his cheek and- pap, chin. Pap, pap, pap. Aiden looked at the other man, done with his antics and weird magic sticks. Hakon erupted with laughter at the sight of his friend.

“You look like a damn porcupine!” He choked out, in between his fits of laughter. “God, I used to play with this all the time when I was a kid!” He smiled down at the gun in his hand, reminiscing about times Aiden couldn’t even imagine. “What is it?” The younger man asked, stepping closer, hoping the bullets had run out.

“A nerf gun! It’s with suction darts, so they stick to the skin. You look great.” He teased, pulling off various of the darts with a soft ‘plop’. A silence fell over them as Aiden watched the other man, just staring at the bullet, a small, but somber smile resting on his lips. “A simpler time, really. I’m sad you couldn’t have experienced it with me.” Hakon turned his attention to the younger man, his whole expression turning to a somber tone. “I think you’d have loved it.” He whispered, as if the world wasn’t allowed to hear.

Aiden didn’t answer, but turned his attention to the dart, still stuck on his hand, before reaching out for the gun.

“Can I see it?” He asked, never truly having seen anything like it. Hakon grinned softly, handing it over.

“It’s a bit complicated if you don’t know how i-” Pap. Square on his forehead, a dart rested, as if he had been executed for his crimes.

“Whoops.” Aiden grinned, not sounding very convincing of his apparent ‘accident’. Hakon could have caught flies, if he hadn’t immediately picked up one of the other guns besides him, cocking it back.

“Oh, you’ll regret this!”

#aiden x hakon #hakon x aiden #dl2 hakon #dying light 2 hakon #hakon #aiden caldwell #haiden #dl2 #dying light 2

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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.41

Word Count: 2,873

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent (brief), Ethan Steiner, Aiden Steiner, Kira Yukimura, Reader

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: ---

Masterlist Series Masterlist

“Are you sure you don't need me to go with you?” you turned to Chris once again.

“I’m 100 percent sure. I have Isaac and Allison. Everything’s going to work out,” he replied.

“I should've come with you yesterday,” you sighed.

“I was the one who told you to stay here. I made a decision to go alone and I take responsibility for my actions. Don’t try to blame yourself for this,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly as you bit your lip.

“Don’t think about him. Go home and get some rest,” he replied softly.

You nodded, closing your eyes as you held in a cry.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” Derek ran to you as you entered the loft, wrapping his arms around you.

“Crap. Sorry, I forgot to, uhm text you,” you shook your head.

“It’s okay. What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s… I need to get to Beacon Hills High. Stiles needs me for something,” you said.

“Hey,” he frowned, stroking your cheek softly.

“I’ll see you later,” you pulled away from him, leaving the loft.

---

You made your way to Beacon Hills High, your mind still traveling back to the previous night, filling your mind with insecurities. Chris lied to you, trying to spare your feelings. Your mom said that things only fell apart after you were born because he didn't like being tied down, he just didn't want to be tied down to you. He wanted a family, but not with you. He had a wife and kids, and you widowed someone and orphaned two kids. Because you couldn't control your powers.

You gripped the steering wheel tighter, your eyes watering as you tried to control your breathing.

You slammed the breaks, seeing Stiles walking next to you.

“Stiles?” you rolled the window down.

“Oh, hey,” he replied.

You immediately took notice of his pale skin, his eyes bags growing thicker, as his eyes were bloodshot.

“I thought… I was meeting you at the school,” you said.

“Yeah, my car kind of broke down,” he shrugged.

“Come in. What’s going on?” you asked.

He sat down as his eyes watered, looking at you.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

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“Stiles,” you started.

“J-Just look…” he pulled you into the Chemistry lab, before freezing.

You looked around, seeing nothing was there. You turned back to Stiles, looking at him.

“Okay, there was… the message on the board telling Barrow to go after Kira. Look, I-I’ll prove it,” he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket, looking at his keys.

You and Scott both gave a worried look to each other before looking back at Stiles, who was looking through his keys.

“I-I swear, there was an extra key. It was the key to the closet. Okay, I-I wrote the message on the board to tell Barrow to go after Kira. I-I led him into the closet to hide,” Stiles started, pacing around nervously as your face softened for your friend.

“Stiles, you wouldn’t… you wouldn’t do that,” you shook your head.

“It was my idea to put all the bolts, a-and screws into the box, to prank Coach. That’s exactly what Barrow used to attack that school bus. He hid a bomb inside of it,” Stiles’ eyes watered slightly as he looked at you and Scott.

“Stiles, that doesn’t make you a killer. Y-You’re not,” Scott shook his head.

“You’re not listening to me! It was me,” he shook his head.

“Stiles, I think you’re just tired,” you said softly.

“No. You need to do a spell and just tell me if something or someone tampered with my head, okay?” Stiles said.

“Stiles, I don’t have my powers,” you started.

“What the hell are you talking about? You can’t just not have powers, (Y/N). I just need this one thing from you, please. Help me,” his voice wavered.

You took a glance at Scott before looking back at Stiles.

“Look at me,” you put your hands on your shoulders.

“I can’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t. Nothing is going on with you. Stiles, the human body can’t survive over 10 days without sleep, as you haven’t slept well for three weeks. You need to get some rest and you just need a break,” you replied.

“I don’t… why are you talking to me like I’m crazy,” his voice lowered as he looked down.

“You’re not crazy, Stiles. You’re tired. Come with me, I’ll take you home, okay?” you asked.

He nodded, looking down as he walked out of the classroom.

“He’s not just tired,” Scott said softly.

“He has insomnia, he’s having hallucinations,” Scott began to elaborate.

“Well, how about I get a doctor to look at him? I’ll take him to the hospital,” you suggested.

He nodded as you kissed his forehead softly, making your way to your car.

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“Dr. Gardner isn’t here today,” Melissa looked up to the two of you, shaking her head.

You saw Stiles' face drop slightly, as he took a deep breath.

“Well, who else can help us?” you asked.

“I can call an urgent care doctor if you want,” she suggested.

You turned to look at Stiles, who shook his head.

“Okay, how about I look at you. (Y/N), you can just wait here and I’ll take Stiles with me,” Melissa stood up from her chair, walking to the two of you.

“Scott says she has insomnia, he’s hallucinating, probably some other stuff,” you began explaining.

Melissa’s face dropped slightly, as you gave her a confused look.

“I’ll be back soon,” she nodded, walking away hurriedly with Stiles.

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“Ms.McCall,” you shot your head up as she walked to you.

“Come with me for a second,” she said.

“I gave Stiles some Midazolam, he’ll be out for some time,” she said.

She held your hand as she walked with you to a storage room.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?” you asked.

Melissa opened up a storage file, taking out a folder of another patient.

“Mrs.McCall, what happened?” you asked again, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She handed you the file, along with a paper in her hand. You looked at both of the lists, realizing they both have the same things on them.

Hallucinations

Insomnia

Irritable

Impulsivity

You looked at the top of the page in the folder, reading the name as your face dropped.

Claudia Stilinski

“N-No… he’s not…” your voice broke as tears rushed to your eyes, falling down as you closed the file, handing it to Melissa.

You covered your mouth, holding back a sob as you shut your eyes tightly.

“Does he know...” you whispered, holding back cries as your voice wavered.

“He doesn’t know yet, and I can’t tell him. Not until I’m 100 percent sure, okay?” she started.

You nodded softly, sniffling as Melissa wrapped her arms around you.

“Don’t tell anyone either. D-Don’t tell Scott or Derek, just wait until…. Until I talk to Noah, okay?” she sniffled.

“I won’t tell anyone,” you cried softly.

“I won’t tell anyone.”

---

You sat on a chair next to Stiles’ bed, looking down at him as your eyes watered. He looked sick and fragile, he looked exhausted. Your mind began thinking back to all the memories you had with him and Scott before Scott became a werewolf. You remember how broken he was after his mother died, and how you stayed by his side for months. You remembered their first day of high school, a mixture of panic and excitement on their faces.

You remembered how he’s always been by your side when something happened, even if you didn't want him there, he never left you. You kissed his forehead softly, looking down at his sleeping figure.

Your phone rang, receiving a call from Scott.

“Hey,” you answered.

“Hey, I kinda need a favor,” he said.

“What’s up?” you looked at Stiles once more before turning away from him.

“Remember the thing Chris was going after yesterday? Well, they’re gonna come back tonight. For Kira. I-I need your help to just keep her safe and keep her in my house until the sun comes back up,” he explained.

“Who’s Kira?” you asked.

“She’s a new student at the school, but she's supernatural, like us. Well, like me. I just need your help,” he said.

You were about to protest, before remembering Melissa’s words. You couldn't tell anyone. But it’s okay, it's only for a few hours, then you would be back.

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

---

“Scott?” you walked into the McCall household, immediately feeling the tension in the air as you saw Agent McCall standing in front of Scott.

You saw Scott look at you, before turning back to Rafael.

“Is there a problem, Agent McCall?” you crossed your arms as he turned to face you.

“This really isn't any of your concern, (Y/N), so, please, leave my house,” he snapped back at you.

“It’s not your house and (Y/N) is my friend, she’s staying here,” you walked to Scott, seeing Agent McCall’s laptop on, with a picture of Scott, and Kira on it.

“You want to ask us questions? Get a warrant,” Scott said.

“I don't need a warrant, I’m your father,” Rafael replied.

“You’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, that’s it,” Scott shook his head.

You looked at him with soft eyes, while Rafael looked at him, slightly shocked at his words.

“What’s going on here?” Melissa walked into the house, looking between Scott and Agent McCall.

“Scott,” Kira whispered, motioning to the window, as the sun set.

“Stay here,” you turned to Scott and Kira.

“Who’s that?” Agent McCall asked as he walked to the figure. It wasn't just a figure, it was an Oni. You recognized its face from your books.

“Take a step back,” you warned.

He ignored you, walking to the Oni as it pulled out a sword, stabbing Agent McCall in his shoulder. You gasped as he fell to the floor, Scott and Melissa running to him.

“Kira, is it? I’m (Y/N), just listen to what I say and you’ll be safe, okay?” you quickly turned to her. She nodded her head as you turned, charging at the Oni.

You swung your leg, kicking it in the stomach as it doubled over. Scott quickly pulled Rafael to safety, Melissa behind him.

“(Y/N)?!” you heard Derek’s voice as he ran forward, hitting the Oni and tackling it to the ground.

“Kira!” you saw another Oni appear behind her, as you ran to her, pushing her aside.

It grabbed your head, holding you down as your body went cold. Your teeth began to chatter as their eyes turned yellow, looking into yours. You could feel your body growing weaker as you looked up at it, hearing commotion in the distance. You felt an emptiness inside of you, feeling someone hit the Oni, taking its attention off of you as your body fell to the ground, completely paralyzed as you shivered.

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Derek held your hand, seeing black veins appear on them as he took your pain, trying to snap you out of your paralyzed state.

You jumped up, wrapping your arms around yourself, as you shivered, Derek putting his hand on your back as he wrapped some blankets on your body, helping you up.

“Where have you been all day?” he whispered to you, walking you to the couch as he sat with you.

“I've been…” you looked at Scott, seeing him look at you before you turned back to Derek.

“I was with Chris,” you lied, looking away from Scott to Derek.

“With Chris?” he questioned.

You nodded, pulling the blanket over you tightly as you sniffled.

“Okay,” you knew he could tell you were lying, looking back at Scott.

You motioned to him that you’d explain it all later, as he nodded softly. You looked around the house, seeing Melissa helping Rafael, Scott with Kira, Ethan, and Aiden arguing about whatever, and the Oni locked outside, from a barrier of mountain ash.

“Well, I guess they are going after humans,” Scott sighed, sitting in front of you.

“I don't think so. I don’t have powers but I’m not completely human. I still can't touch mountain ash,” you shook your head.

“If they’re only going after supernatural, why are they after her?” Ethan asked.

“Cuz she’s not human, so what the hell are you?” you could see Kira become nervous, intimidated by the twins as you frowned.

“She’s a kitsune, idiots,” Derek replied, rolling his eyes.

“A kitsune? What type?” you asked.

“I don't know. She probably doesn't either. You can sense it all around her, she’s not good at controlling it yet,” Derek said.

“So they’re after her?” you asked.

“Scott!” you heard Melissa call for Scott as he ran upstairs.

“I don't know for sure,” he replied.

You sighed, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Why are the twins here?” you asked.

“They want to be in the pack,” Derek replied.

“Well, what does Scott want?” you asked.

“I don't know. They've been following Scott all day,” Derek sighed.

“So? So have you,” you looked up at him.

“I’m a friend,” Derek said.

“So are they,” you replied.

He shook his head, before feeling the ground shaking as you looked up, confused.

You could see dust falling from the ceiling, seeing it shake again.

“Uh, guys…” Ethan said.

The two of you stood up, walking to the door. The Oni took their swords out, hitting the barrier repeatedly.

“What are they trying to do?” Kira asked.

“They're trying to find a weak point and break it,” you replied.

You took a step back, holding Derek’s hand as you tensed slightly.

Scott grabbed his phone, quickly calling Allison.

“Allison? They’re here. What do I do?” Scott yelled into the phone.

There was a moment of quiet as all eyes looked at Scott anxiously, waiting for him to say something.

“Scott, what do we do?” Aiden asked, standing in front of Scott.

“Nothing,” you saw their sword go through the barrier, breaking it.

“A-Are you sure?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Just trust me,” he said.

You saw two of the Oni enter the house, standing in front of Scott and Kira.

Scott and Kira held each other's hands as the Oni held onto them, just as they did you. Ethan took a step forward, as you held him back, shaking your head.

You saw Scott and Kira falling to the floor, both shivering, as the Oni stood up, disappearing.

You ran to Scott, lifting his head up softly.

“Scott?”

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“So, crazy day, yeah?” Derek said as the two of you walked into the loft.

“Yeah, I guess,” you sighed.

“So, where were you today?” Derek asked.

“Something happened with Stiles, and that’s all I can tell you, okay?” you ran your fingers through your hair as his face dropped.

“Yeah, no problem,” he shook his head.

“I’m gonna… I’ll see you tomorrow,” you ran your fingers through your hair as you sniffled.

“You’re… I just thought you were gonna stay here,” Derek’s voice faded as he looked down at you.

“I just have a lot on my mind right now, I just wanna be alone,” you said softly.

“Of course. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he replied, turning his back at you as you sighed.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you said.

“I’m not. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you felt your eyes water slightly as Derek walked away from you.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered as you walked away.

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You flopped onto your bed, taking off your jacket as you held your pillow, closing your eyes as you wrapped your arms around it.

You could feel your heart aching in pain as you bit your lip, holding back your tears as you let your thoughts revolve around your head. About Stiles, about your dad and his family, not to mention, Derek was probably upset as you for acting like you were.

You heard some shuffling, leaning your head up as you looked around your apartment. You didn’t see anyone, shaking your head as you sniffled.

You could smell something off, as you raised an eyebrow, looking around your apartment once more.

Holy crap

You jumped up as you saw the fire, burning through your house as you ran out of bed. You could see the fire spreading quickly, as you took a deep breath, feeling your face and body become warm.

You ran to the door, trying to pull it open, finding it jammed somehow.

Not today, not like this

You began to feel panic rising in your chest as you pulled at the door once again, trying to force it open. You let out a soft cry, seeing flames surrounding you as your hands began to shake.

You pounded on your door as your tears streamed down your face, pulling it again.

No, please no

You continued to pull on the door, gasping for air as you felt your throat closing up.

“Someone help! Help me!”

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years ago

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Training

Next piece more than a month later? Psh, nooooo…… shush. XD Better late than never though! Eh?

CW: Speaking of needles- not in tooo much detail / injection in a bit of detail hehe / drugging / cursing… as usual XD

Previous / Masterlist

Asher gulped once Rodger left. His heart picked up and he rolled his shoulder -a tic he had gained not long ago when he got nervous- and cleared his throat. Antonio chuckled, “I missed you Danny.”

“That's not my name,” Asher gritted through a tightly clenched jaw. Antonio chuckled, turning to him with folded arms, “Well, you seemed to have grown a tongue since I have last seen you, haven't ya?!”

Asher grinded his teeth, clenching and unclenching his jaw. This seemed to amuse Anotonio even more, he leant in close and whispered right into Asher’s ear, placing his hands onto Asher’s shoulders and squeezing them tight, “Why all this anger, hm? Why do you keep it bottled up? Why do you feel all these emotions when you’ve had it so easy!”

Asher huffed through his nose, trying to relax himself. “I mean, you were Aiden’s favourite. He handed everything to you. He even offered you your freedom and you-” Asher let out a growl, spun around and threw a punch at Antonio. His wrist was quickly grabbed and he was shoved against the wall.

“Now, now, now, Ashy, let's not go down this road.” Asher let out a yell of anger, “Let go of me!!!”

“I have a challenge for you, I need you to try and not lose your shit and get me off of you.” Asher let out a growl, thrashing in Antonio’s grip.

“Take some deep breaths and-”

“-SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The gym fell silent, scared broken pets cringed and trainers grinned, oh, he was dead. Antonio immediately let go of Asher who spun back around, back pressed flat against the wall. He forced a smirk though, “What? Scared now? I-”

He was quickly cut off as Antonio’s fist drove into his cheek, knocking his face to the side. Asher collapsed to the ground, clutching his face in agony. Blood ran down from Asher’s nose, spreading all across his face and hand. Asher gasped.

He wasn't given a break as Antonio advanced towards him again. He shoved Asher fully on the ground and straddled his hips. One punch was sent, two punches. “Get off you fucker!!!!” Asher yelled, holding up his hands in an attempt to block the assaults. Antonio grabbed his wrists, pinning them above him and with his free hand tightly squeezing against his throat.

Asher let out a raspy wheeze as his airways were cut off, “G-eff, ‘ff.” Antonio chuckled, “I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you!” He squeezed tighter, “Speak up!” Asher struggled in Antonio’s grip, face turning purple, “ ‘lease!” Asher’s feet kicked violently as he could feel his heartbeat in his head.

“Come on Asher! Defence, c’mon. I'm your opponent, you have to get me off." Then it hit Asher, this was part of his test. He closed his eyes and thought of all the possibilities he had. Asher quickly dug his knee into Antonio’s side, expecting the man to get off of him. But all he heard was a chuckle.

“Good thinking, but come on! More power!” Asher let out a growl and shot up his knee once more. Antonio’s grip loosened and Asher yanked his hands back, his elbows colliding with Antonio’s head. Antonio fell backwards and Asher scrambled to his feet and this time he straddled Antonio’s hips. He landed blow after blow, feeling Antonio’s face move as his fist plummeted with Antonio’s face. He landed blow after blow, not caring about the blood coating his fists.

“Alright! S-stop mutt!” Antonio ordered. Asher ignored him. “Pedro! -fuck Pedro, get him the fuck off of me!” Pedro quickly rushed over and began trying to tear Asher off of Antonio. Two trainers came over and grabbed hold of Asher’s shoulders, dragging him backwards. Asher fought against his grip, “Let go off me you fuckers!!!” Antonio stood up and straightened out his clothes, gently brushing off the dust. He wiped the blood from his nose, “Pedro, get me the syringe.” Pedro nodded and ran out, soon returning with a syringe in his hand. The syringe was filled with some sort of clear liquid. This only made Asher struggle more, “Get that thing away from me or I swear I’ll rip your fucking head off!” Antonio chuckled, “Please, try to relax, it will only be a pinch!” Asher growled at how calm Antonio’s voice was, “Just a pinch, my ass!” Antonio chuckled, “Hm, I’ll pass on pinching your ass, mutt. Pedro, go ahead.” Asher fought more and more, “Listen! Just- just get away from me with that thing for a second!”

“Asher, darling, relax. You don't even know what it does!” Asher went to lunge at Antonio but the guards held him back, “No, but I know you! There's going to be some fucked up shit in that!”

Antonio chortled, “Mhmm, wise, very wise. Boys, come on, hold him still.”One of the guards roughly grabbed the back of Asher’s neck, making him tense up and go still, breathing uneasy. Pedro quickly stuck the syringe into Asher’s neck and gently pressed down on the plunger. Asher let out a cry as he felt the liquid travel through his veins.

Asher started to thrash until his body was suddenly starting to feel numb. He went to protest but as he went to step forward, his body sagged in the guards’ grip. Antonio stepped forward, Asher could just hear the smirk on his face which he couldn't see after his neck numbed and forced Asher to look down at the ground.

“Looks like you were wise in not trusting me, buddy.” He ruffled Asher’s hair, “This is a paralyzer, it won't last much longer but it will keep you quiet while I tell you about the rules. First of all, you need to drop that language. Rodger told me all about your cursing. But remember Danny boy, I have seen you broken. I have seen you begging on your knees in front of me.”

Asher was blinded by the anger that shot through him. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't punch him, couldn't clench his jaw, or ball his fists. He tried to growl but he couldn't. Antonio chuckled at his failed attempts, “Second of all, you will never attack me like that again. You only do so to your opponent or anyone I command you to attack. There will be punishments if you lose your match.”

Asher’s stomach churned, there he was hoping he could just not even try and make Rodger mad, but looks like that won’t be happening.

“Now, you have five more minutes left, and that should be worn off by then. Until then, sit tight.” The two other trainers dropped him to the ground and Asher fell to the ground instantly, not able to protect himself.

Antonio sat down beside him, “You know, I prefer you like this, it's a lot more… peaceful. No rage, no temper tantrums!” Asher managed to open his mouth but no words came. Antonio chortled, “You see, it's starting to wear away. Such a pity.”

After Asher could start to move his fingers, he eventually was able to sit up. When he spoke his voice was hoarse, “N’ver again.” Antonio looked at him, “What was that mutt?” Asher heaved in a breath, “Don't give me th’t again.” Antonio let out a laugh, “Are you ordering me? Anyway, it seemed to have controlled your anger! Now, we have half an hour left, let's get into proper training. Up.”

Asher rolled his eyes but quickly obeyed, holding on the wall to steady himself as his legs eventually got feeling back. They walked over to the punching bags. “Alright, pretend this is your opponent, go.” Asher pictured Rodger stupid face on that punching bag.

It went on for a while until Asher was awoken from his trance as finger clicked in front of him, “Hey! You still with me?” Asher looked back at Antonio with a confused look. “Ugh, I swear to god, you are getting on my nerves! That's the third time today!” Asher muttered an apology and went back to the punching bag.

“Jesus christ, your form is just terrible! Punch with a straight arm and punch like you mean it!” Asher was trying, he really was, but it was so hard. His body was still half numb from the paralyzer. But not his brain. Oh no no no, his brain felt like it was running on a treadmill at full speed.

He stopped punching and gave Antonio a tired look, “How much longer?” Antonio sighed and checked his watch, “Five minutes.” He looked Asher up and down and smiled, but this time, it was a nice smile, “C’mon, let’s get you a drink.”

He guided Asher over to a bench, “Stay here, I’ll be back in a second. Pedro, make sure no funny business happens, alright?” Pedro nodded and walked beside Asher, standing right by his side. They stayed there in silence until Antonio came back, paper cup in his hand, “Here ya go!”

Asher blinked multiple times and went to reach out for the cup but felt his mind get distant. He felt his eyes blur but somehow it felt… normal. His eyes focused on the wall to Antonio’s right. Antonio shoved the cup into Asher’s hand and clicked in front of Asher’s face again, making him suddenly drop his cup. He watched as the contents from the cup spilled everywhere.

His head shot up to Antonio, “I- I'm sorry!” Antonio shook his head and sighed, “Fucking hell, what’s wrong with you?! You got adhd or somethin’?!!?!” Asher gave him a confused look. “Ugh, never mind, I’ll talk to Rodger about it later. Pedro, clean up this mess! Asher, cmon, let’s get another cup.”

Asher’s heart suddenly lifted, “Th-thank you!!”

Five minutes later Rodger came back, “Antonio? What the fuck happened to you?!” Antonio chuckled, “It's alright, we all got it sorted, isn't that right, Asher?” Asher quickly nodded, making Rodger chuckle, “Wow, I haven't seen him be so quiet since… ever!” Antonio chortled and patted Asher’s back, pushing him forwards, “I’ll see him again on friday, we have a lot of work to do. Oh, and also, I’ll email his new diet, we need to get muscles on that boy! And lastly, I need to have a chat with you about something, but that can wait until Friday.”

Asher was tied to the front seat of the car and Rodger drove in silence for a while. Asher found himself nodding off and eventually let his eyes close and let his mind relax. Rodger resisted the urge to punch him and wake him with a fright. Asher looked too cute to wake up. No, not cute, relaxed…

The car pulled up outside of the house and Rodger sighed, looking at Asher once more. He quietly got out of the car and lifted Asher, carrying him inside and gently laying him down on his mattress. Rodger placed a blanket over the boy and smiled to himself, so peaceful. He slowly leaned down, swiping a strand of Asher’s hair away from his face and placed a kiss ever so lightly on his forehead, “Sleep tight my darling.”

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strawberriestyles · 4 years ago

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Chapter 8

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Here is a post containing links to a bunch of petitions. Please take some time out of your day to do some good. Also let me know what you think about the story if you have a chance. ;)

Bea was watching Harry trace the edges of the picture frame in his hand, his eyes unfocused, his jaw set. She leaned against the open door and sighed.

“So,” she said, “we gonna do this or what?”

“Or what.”

“Harry—full offense—you look like a toddler came at you with a pair of safety scissors.”

He set the photo off to the side. “Well, I don’ like my hair short.”

“Trust me, anything would be better than how it currently looks.”

Harry rubbed at his eyes, glanced out the window, where the sun was at its peak, and then finally gave in. “Fine. How d’yeh know what yeh’re doin’?”

“It’s hard to find stylists that can work with black hair. Outside of the city, at least. I’ve been cutting my mom’s since I was eight.”

Somehow, that dulled Harry’s nerves. He nodded. Bea took that as her cue to come and help him up. She stepped through the doorway and squatted down to slip an arm around his waist, supporting him as he attempted to shift onto his feet. They shuffled out into the dining room together and Bea sat him down in one of the chairs that she pulled out from the table.

“Let me just grab my shears.”

Harry was bitter as Bea slipped into her bedroom. Melody, he felt, was trying to push him. She had to be. She was coddling him and she’d stolen his job and she thought that he was going to be supportive of her desire to step into a ring. He remembered the bruise that had painted her cheek after her run-in with those cops last winter. He remembered how tender it had been and the way she had teared up whenever anything pressed against it. And he remembered the way her face had looked all swollen when she’d appeared at his first therapy session with Aiden. This was not a life for her. She was strong and confident and tenacious, but she was not a born fighter, and he would not pretend that he was proud of her for volunteering herself as a punching bag.

And now Melody had left him alone with Bea and a pair of scissors that looked sharp as carving knives when she reentered the room.

“We could do it really short, you know. Buzzcut style. Clean,” Bea suggested as she rounded Harry’s chair and set a tote bag of her things down on the table. “I have an electric razor. Or maybe I could—”

“Just as short as it needs to be, okay? Nothin’ fancy, Bea. Seriously.”

Bea thought that was the very first time he’d ever referred to her by name. Progress. She dug a large spray bottle out of her supplies and began soaking Harry’s hair. He stiffened as water collected along his neck and sat up straighter as she began to drag a brush through the locks. Her hand stilled as she approached the left side of his head.

“Does, uh— Can you feel where the bullet—”

“No,” Harry answered before she could finish. “’S fine.” His voice was gruff.

Bea heard him, but she still only skimmed his scalp as she untangled the shorter curls. Water dripped from the ends and darkened the collar of his t-shirt.

Harry watched as Bea traded the hairbrush for a fine-toothed comb, and when she picked up the scissors with her other hand, they seemed to glint in the sunlight that filtered through the living room window, ominous. An even more frightening snip sounded, and inches of Harry’s hair drifted down his shoulder, settling over his chest. He glanced at the loose strands and then lifted a hand to press his fingers over his eyelids.

Bea laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

Harry only grunted. She sheared off the rest of the hair that reached his shoulders and then began to comb sections out from his head, sliding them between her fingers and snipping off the ends. Harry’s muscles looked stiff beneath his shirt.

“What are you and Melody arguing about?” she asked after a few minutes of silence, when his hair was falling to the ground in a wide circle around his chair. He looked better with every cut.

“Nothin’.”

“Oh, come on. I have a pair of scissors in my hand and your hair in the other. Tell me.”

It took a substantial amount of control for him not to jerk himself out of the chair. But he remained still. “She wants me to come to her match.”

“And you won’t?”

A few loose strands of hair stuck to the collar of Harry’s shirt and tickled uncomfortably at the back of his neck. “No, I fuckin’ won’.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s it’s very fair for you to just dismiss her without even checking out—”

“‘M not goin’ to her match,” Harry ground out. “Tonight or ever. ‘M not gonna just stand there and watch her take hits from the sideline."

Bea sighed. She dropped the chunk of hair that she’d been holding and began to comb backward from the front of his head, rougher than necessary, he was sure.

“Look, Harry,” Bea began, “it’s not ideal. You think I’m happy about it? I told her to turn and run as soon as I found out about you.” She paused to collect herself, to brace for impact, then snipped off some damaged ends when Harry didn’t react to her words. “Sorry. But she didn’t, and now here we are. She’s just trying to make things work the same way you were. And she’s damn good, too, by the way.”

Harry’s head was feeling lighter by the second, and he didn’t like that feeling one bit. “Just drop it, please.”

“No, I think that you should go and see her fight, even if it’s just one time—”

“I said, drop it,” he snapped.

Bea glared into the back of his head—he could feel it—and cut more viciously than before. That was even worse than the glaring. His shoulders tightened even further, but it was only another few moments before she tossed her scissors onto the dining table with a loud clatter.

“There, I’m done,” she announced.

“A mirror?” Harry asked. He felt jittery.

“In the tote.”

She stood beside him, her arms crossed, as he pulled the bag toward himself and dug out a dirty mirror. A reflection stared back at him, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Tha’s shorter than yeh had to fuckin’ cut it.”

“Yeah, I took some liberty,” Bea agreed. She sounded smug and he’d never felt so much anger toward a single woman. “But it looks better than it would’ve otherwise, I’m telling you. You would’ve ended up with a bowl cut, Harry. Now, you look handsome.”

It was like she’d defused a bomb. His anger dissipated, but he still stared at himself like he was trying to learn his own features. His hair hadn’t been this short since the fourth grade. The sides were tighter, straight and clean, but the top still held some curl. He felt like a boy, like the boy that his mother had pruned him to be before she’d fallen sick. And he sort of hated it, but there was also something cathartic about it. He lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair; it scratched at his palm toward the back of his head, and his hand was left empty far too soon, and this was all too uncomfortable.

“So.” Bea slid into one of the other chairs and folded her hands together atop the table. “Is it really true that you don’t remember anything from your coma? Or were you just lying so Melody didn’t know you heard all the shit she talked about you?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and was about to open his mouth when Bea laughed. “I’m just kidding, obviously. She’s in love with you."

Harry swallowed back his unspoken words. “Did yeh know yeh talk too much?”

“I’ve been told.” She pulled on one of her tightly wound curls until it bounced back into place. “And I’m not offended, if that’s what you were trying to do.”

“’S not.”

“Good.”

Harry set the mirror down. He didn’t want to look at his strange reflection anymore. Bea stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably.

“You confuse me.”

“What?”

“Well, Melody loves you, and I can’t tell if you love her, which pisses me off. I thought at one point that you just loved yourself but that’s not true, either—”

“I do love myself—”

“No, you don’t.”

Melody chose that moment of relief to stomp up the stairs, when Harry was considering throwing himself onto the floor to escape Bea.

“Woah.”

Harry and Bea watched as Melody froze in the doorway. She had a single paper bag of groceries that seemed only to be about half full and she clutched it loosely against her hip as she stared, lips parted, at Harry. He wanted a hat. He had never wanted a hat so bad. A fucking sombrero, anything.

“You look…woah.”

“Thanks?”

Melody stumbled into the apartment and shut the door with her foot. She dropped her groceries on the countertop as she moved toward Harry, her eyes glued to his hair. Her hands slipped over the top of his head before he had a chance to prepare himself, and he tipped back with the force of her touch.

“You’re welcome,” Bea said. She gathered up her supplies from the table and retreated to her room. “Would you vacuum up that hair?” she called as she left.

“Yeh like it?” Harry felt her hands fall to the sides of his head, where his hair was shorter and rougher, where his scalp felt unfamiliarly cool. Her fingers burned.

“Yes.”

He grunted. “Well, don’ get used to it. ’S not your—”

“No, I miss the length,” she corrected him. “I do like this. It’s different. But it’s not you.”

“Hmm.” Harry let her run her fingers through his curls once more before she stepped away from him and began putting away the few things she'd bought.

“Uh, Josie’s gonna be here,” she said.

“What?”

“Bea’s coming to watch me and I don’t wanna just leave you alone—”

“I don’ need a babysitter, Melody.”

God, did she hate hearing her full name on his lips. It was like a weapon he wielded. She watched him reach to yank on the ends of his hair before realizing those ends were no longer there.

“I know you don’t, Harry. Just if you have to go to—”

“What about Sean? He—”

“Harry,” she pressed. “He’s my cornerman.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

Melody glared at Harry and he narrowed his eyes at her. After a moment, she folded up the empty paper bag and tucked it into the recycling. Then she hurried into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Harry was beginning to regret his attitude as he sat alone at the dining room table. But Melody reemerged only a few moments later with a sports bag slung over her shoulder and a beanie pulled low over her forehead. She started toward the door, fury evident on her face, but paused halfway through the kitchen.

“Harry,” she began, swiveling around just enough to see him from the corner of her eye, “I love you. Please be nice to Josie.” He didn’t say anything in response. “Bea, I’m leaving!” she called out. She gave Harry one more meaningful look and then left.

“You know,” Bea said, startling Harry, who was still listening to Melody stomp down the stairs to the door of the building, “if you’re not nice to her, I could always smother you with a pillow while you’re sleeping.”

“Josie? Or Melody?”

Bea propped herself against the doorframe and shrugged. “I meant Melody, but let’s say both.”

***

“Sometimes, I could just—” Melody made a vicious gesture with her hands and then smacked her wrapped knuckles together, hard. “He’s fucking infuriating.”

“Yeah, that’s his default,” agreed Sean.

Melody yelled unintelligibly, because the only other thing she could think to do was hit Sean, and Sean didn’t deserve that. Not without a couple layers of padded protection.

“I sympathize completely,” he said with a quick chuckle. “Let’s see that same anger in the ring, okay?”

She grunted.

“Focus, Melody. Harry’s not here right now, but there’s gonna be a girl ready to slip into your blind spots. Don’t let her. Focus.”

Melody closed her eyes. She pictured Stella Klatt, the boxer she’d be fighting, her thick arms and tough core and quick swings, but her slow balance. Sean slipped Melody’s gloves onto her hands as she planned steps and imagined slipping through Klatt’s defenses. Over the past few months, it had become easier and easier to think her way through an entire match, to predict her opponents’ moves. Sometimes, she even dreamed about a fight.

“Wrap it up fast, take as few hits as possible. Then you can show Harry that you know what you’re doing, okay?”

“I could knock her out with one hit and I don’t think he’d care, Sean.”

“Fine. Then fight to make me proud of you.”

Melody opened her eyes and fought to keep a smile at bay. Sean held her with a level gaze and nodded. “I have a lot of faith in you, Melody. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. And one of the most determined.”

“Tenacious,” she muttered.

“What?”

Melody shrugged and glanced down at her sneakers. “Nothing.”

Sean made an exasperated sound. “Listen. If Harry doesn’t see how much time and energy you’ve put into boxing, then he’s blind. He doesn’t wanna see it. You never said you were gonna do this for the rest of your life. It doesn’t meant to you what it does to him, but you still have a passion for it, and he needs to accept that.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before striding across the room and opening the door out into the hall, the one which led to the arena and the boxing ring, where Melody could already hear the buzz of spectators.

“In the meantime,” Sean continued, “don’t lose sleep over how he feels about it. Just keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s gotten you this far. Sound fair?”

“Do you hate it?”

“No. And it wouldn’ matter anyway, would it? Doesn’ matter.”

It really didn’t make sense to her, this total apathy Harry seemed to have toward her fighting. How could he be so shrewd when it came to her body and the hardness that had replaced her soft spots, when he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around her boxing? Why was he allowed to judge her for one but not the other? She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see the correlation.

Melody took a long breath and knocked her gloves together again. She gave Sean a tight nod as she passed him and stepped out of the room, beginning the short walk up the hall. “Fair,” she agreed.

Chapter 9

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timelock97 · 5 years ago

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Game Changer

Epilogue: What Time Will Do

Word Count: 5283

Warnings: Language, ADULT CONTENT (18+) [will be tagged]

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“How does it feel?” Leon whispers in my ear as he squeezes my hip over my dress. “Finally being my wife.”

I hum as we sway to the song playing for our first slow dance as a couple, one hand resting in his while one of his hands rests on my waist and mine rests on his chest. “I think it feels pretty damn good, but now you’re actually stuck with me, so no take backsies.”

He laughs at that, spinning me out and away from him before pulling me back into his chest again. He sighs, leaning forward to tease a kiss on my lips, whispering against them. “Oh darling, I would never do that.”

I smile, leaning in to seal our lips together for what feels like the millionth time tonight.

When we pull away, he lets out a soft sigh. “I think tonight has gone exceptionally well.”

“Indeed-”

“Who would have thought we could get everyone out here in Galar, it didn’t rain like the forecast predicted, they were able to clear and clean the field for today, and we have not had any unexpected guests.”

“Are you sure? I think there are a couple people from Team Yell that showed up-”

“Love-”

“You know they did-”

Leon laughs softly, “They aren’t ruining anything.”

I shake my head and brush my nose against his, “And it looks like Caroline and Raihan will keep the region from falling apart while we are gone for two weeks on a honeymoon.”

“Say goodbye to paperwork, meetings, and patients and alola to, well, the Alola region.”

I pull back, smirking, “I still want to know how close Alola is to Hawaii-”

“Can’t you just enjoy our trip-”

“My curiosity is piqued!”

Leon laughs again, spinning me out before dipping me as the song comes to an end. He brings us both back up into a kiss and mutters a soft “I love you,” into my ear.

The two of us then take turns with our own parents, me with my dad and him with his mom.

My dad sighs as we sway side to side, “Can’t believe you’re married now.”

“Soon you will be having to worry about grandbabies-”

“Please don’t, I still have a kid to get through highschool.”

I let out a laugh as we sway, after a minute I ask, “Are you happy, like with everything?”

“I wish you were closer to home, but I know you enjoy living out here, and I also don’t blame you.” My dad’s eyes drift about the area, eyes darting past the tented room. “But I think you and Leon will end up having Aiden come and spend the summer with you from how he has been talking to Hop.” We turn and look at the two, Aiden has a Goomy perched on his shoulder while Hop lifts his Rotom to show him his latest battle strategy.

“I knew they would be good friends, but what will you do if he decides he wants to move out here?” I tease, thinking about how I had been trying to convince my own parents to move out here after retiring.

“We will figure it out,” he mutters, chuckling. We sway for a few more minutes, my dad pulling me into a hug as the song finally comes to a close.

Leon reaches for me, his hair swaying side to side against his back. It had grown about five inches below his shoulders, just enough to style. We both grab a glass to call a toast. “We would like to thank everyone here for coming, for celebrating this wonderful day with us.”

“It has been a crazy year, and with that, we could not ask for a better day to spend with all of you here.”

“So, a toast to great friends, amazing family, and a future full of promises.” Leon calls out, making everyone cheer and clink glasses with one another.

“Now! Let’s all enjoy ourselves!” I call out, the music changing to a more upbeat song and I reach forward to grab my brother from the crowd, who grabs Marnie, who grabs Piers and so forth. The small dance floor is filled with people Leon and I could not live without, dancing and laughing together in one place.

Raihan manages to drag me to the side to hug me separately, and give me a few notes about places to go in Alola, only for us to be dragged back again. Leon managing to keep me within arms reach the whole evening, the world melting away.

As the night draws to a close, a couple of last minute pictures are taken before everyone starts making their way to Wedgehurst, or at least those who hadn’t left already. However, Leon and I instead walk back to his childhood home, finding Aiden and Hop sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Leon takes my hand and leads me upstairs to his room, giving us a little bit more privacy before we take a taxi to the airport to take a private flight to Alola overnight. He pulls me close to him, cupping my face and kissing me deeply as his other hand rests on my hip holding me there.

“Leon,” I whisper against his lips. He hums in response before leaning down to kiss me again. “Lee, baby,” I try again, eyes not wanting to open.

“Yeah, love?”

“We need to change so we can head to the airport.” I whisper, hands resting against his dress shirt, holding onto his slightly untied tie.

He hums, nodding before kissing the top of my head. “I can, I can unzip your dress, darling.” He whispers, but before I can turn around he stops me. “But first, before I do, I just want to tell you how beautiful you look. Arceus, (Y/N), you look so fucking beautiful and I can’t even fathom how lucky I got to say that you’re mine for the rest of our days.”

I lean up and capture his lips again, wrapping my arms around him and tangling my fingers into his hair that had fallen out of the french braid. We kiss for what seems like forever, but eventually we have to pull away. I press a few kisses against his cheeks and neck sleepily as I feel his hands slide down my back and unzip the fabric. He dips his head until his lips meet my jaw, running his teeth and eventually trailing gentle kisses there as his fingers brushing against my bare skin as he gently pulls the dress to help me out of it. I place a hand over my chest, keeping the fabric from falling too far. “Leo…” I mutter, making him sigh.

“I know, wait until we are out of town.” He chuckles as he takes a step back. He cups my cheeks before kissing my lips softly before he lets go to shrug off his jacket to hang up.

I turn around and shift out of the dress, the white gown pooling at my feet. I step out of it and unclip my bra, swapping it out for a more comfortable one and grab one of Leon’s tee-shirts to pull over my head. After I pull on a pair of sports leggings and fluffy socks, I turn and look at Leon. What I find makes me laugh, “Need help, hot shot?”

Leon is laying on his back in bed in only his boxers. He groans softly, muttering out an “I’m tired.”

I giggle as I walk over, moving the pile of clothes so that they are on top of him.

He groans loudly again before covering his face with his arm. “Why did we decide to fly out tonight?”

“Because we could sleep on the plane and have the day in Alola to explore. Of course that will be after we get settled in our house on the water.”

He hums at the thought before finally sitting up, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hand. I shake out his shirt, handing it to him before taking the discarded dress clothes and hang it up beside my dress. It only takes another five minutes for him to be ready, our bags already waiting downstairs for us.

I take his hand and lead him, quick to say goodbye to Hop and Aiden who only mutter quiet goodbyes in their sleepy states before Leon and I are out the door and walk to the taxi that was already waiting for us.

Neither of us expect the other to fall asleep in the cab, but a soft knock on the window causes me to jump, which scares Leon, his arm tightening around me protectively.

“Sorry you two, but I need to get home to the wife and you two need to go on that honeymoon.” The taxi driver smiles, opening the door a little wider.

Leon gives him a small, tired smile before standing, dragging me behind him. Steven and Felicia smile at Leon and I when we walk over and offer to take our bags. They each give us a hug before ushering us inside the private plane.

Leon and I settle in our seats, which is more of a couch than anything else. His arm finds its home around my shoulder and if it weren’t for the fact that I had to stay upright until we took off I would have just curled up in Leon’s lap.

The pilot tells us we will be on our way soon, my head lulls onto Leon’s shoulder and I sigh into his ear.

“Soon,” he whispers, the plane jolting as we begin backing up to take off. My mind gets fuzzy, in between needing to fall asleep and trying desperately to stay awake for a little bit longer.

When the plane finally levels out in the air, Leon doesn’t hesitate to move seats, making me whine before he just scoops me up and moves me with him. He settles into a group of seats that he can strategically recline but still puts his feet up on the seats in front of him while kind of cradling me so that I was mostly on top of him, keeping me close as possible. It’s only a matter of him settling completely with a soft, “I love you, baby,” before I fall asleep completely curled up on top of him and wedged against the wall.

“Alola!” A small group calls as we exit the plane hours late, comfey floating nearby “Welcome to Melemele. We are so happy to see you have arrived in one piece and hope that you enjoy your stay!” They place lei around our necks and before we can get much further, I see someone holding a sign with my and Leon’s name on it.

He smiles widely as we make our way over, tucking the paper under his arm. “Let me take you to your home away from home.” He motions us to a cart where two Tauros are at the front. We clamber on and settle as he starts to drive along. People smile and wave as we head up the main street, turning off onto another path that takes us along the ocean, breeze blowing our hair around us as we see the house down the hill.

The house is gorgeous. Nestled on the most quiet part of the island where the water is quiet and the Pokemon are still wild. It’s our little slice of paradise for the next two weeks. We have to walk down a long dock to get to the large bungalow. All the windows could be opened for easy access to the deck and the floor was nothing but tile. It was the perfect beachy feel with both wick furniture, ocean smoothed decorations, and soft painted walls on top of the gorgeous views from every angle. Leon and I were in love with it from the moment we laid eyes on it. Once our guide walked back down the dock, Lee did not hesitate to scoop me up and carry me back to the door, bumping it with his hip before walking inside the home.

“We literally have been here less than a two minutes and you have to carry me in-”

“You are supposed to carry the bride over the threshold!” He laughs before pulling me into his arms to kiss my lips softly

I hum into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck as we stand there in the doorway. After a minute we pull away and I sigh, “Leo, I need to go hop in the shower.” I look up and bat my eyes at him. “Would you want to join me?”

Leon’s cheeks flush a soft shade of red and he rubs the back of his neck. “You go on ahead, I am going to explore the house and unpack our things-”

“Don’t unpack everything, I have things that I wanted to surprise you with-”

“Or how about I go into town and do a little shopping then we can make dinner- lunch? I actually don’t know what time it is.”

I sigh softly, quietly slipping off my shoes and setting them by the door. “You do you, love.” I call over my shoulder as I walk inside, finding the master bedroom with ease, the bed set against the back wall and the door to the bathroom with a large shower with multiple shower heads nestled into the back. Oh this trip would be one to remember.

~ADULT CONTENT AHEAD~

Slowly, the first week slipped by. Leon and I spend time by the water, snorkeling, swimming, and just watching the sun rise and fall. At some point the two of us hike up a side trail into the trees, taking notice of the Pokemon that come and watch us at the edge of the trees. It makes my heart warm, spending quality time with Leon as my partner for the rest of my life, to grow up and grow old with. I couldn’t be happier watching him in the early morning after we had woken up and see him interacting with the small, wild water Pokemon that came poking into our bathroom where a large tub had been placed by out in the open. They take too him like water, jumping into the bath and playing with him. I happily take pictures and send them to Raihan as a “We are doing great!” But there was something missing from our perfect honeymoon.

“I’m going to go get changed out of my suit, okay?” I call over my shoulder as I walk away from Leon who is toweling off his hair from our day spent swimming in the ocean.

He pulls the towel away from his head and lets it rest around his shoulders. Leon smiles and nods, “Sure, baby. I am going to pull the leftovers out of the fridge and reheat them. Maybe throw in a movie while we eat before we shower off?” His voice is sweet, and after spending all day with him out in the sun with his abs on full display, I can’t help but feel a little more hot and bothered under the Alolan rays.

I nod as I walk in, feet leaving wet footprints on the tile as I move from the back deck and inside to our room. I wait and watch Leon enter the house at the opposite end of the deck, smiling to myself at the fact that he would be in for a surprise soon. I bite my lip at the memory of Leon’s hands on me on our wedding night, and the fact that I had told him to wait. Now finally being on our honeymoon I thought we would revisit the feelings of that night, but no luck. We had spent so much time together but at the end of the day we hadn’t done it. Which we had been waiting to do while we were away so we could solely focus on us, and of course we had with everything we had been doing. If I was at all honest, I just didn’t know how to bring it up at this point.

I walk over to the dresser and rifle through the bottom drawer and pull out a set of lingerie that I had bought specifically for the occasion. The white, lacy number had soft decals around the breasts, double strapped in an interket pattern paired with a white cotton thong with lace decal and straps that attach to matching garters. Once on I look at my reflection, fluffing my hair and eventually tossing on one of Leon’s shirts which easily hid everything but the bottoms of the large garters. I smile at myself in the mirror before skipping down the hallway.

I find Leon in the kitchen, humming to himself while our favorite movie plays on the television screen, the title music looping from being on too long. I bite my lip as I take him in, Leon’s hair is pulled up into a ponytail and his shorts are dangerously low on his hips, skin tanned under the Alolan sun. I waltz up behind him and wrap my arms around his torso, making him hum happily as he taps away on his phone. I press a few soft kisses into his back and allow my hands to move on their own, one sliding up his front to his pec while the other falls south, nails scraping against his skin just gently enough. I bite my lip when I hear his breath hitch, thinking that maybe something would happen when the microwave beeps, making us jump in surprise.

Leon chuckles and detangles himself from my grasp moving over to grab dishes from the cabinet. “Uh,” his voice is nervous and his cheeks are slightly pink, “Why don’t you grab our drinks and start the movie and I’ll get the food, yeah?”

I hum, moving past him to grab a beer and a wine cooler from the fridge, wiggling my bottom at him as I do before looking over at him. I get the last glimpse of his eyes falling back to my face and putting on a nervous smile. “Sure thing, Leo.” I purr, walking past him and back into the living room. I settle on the couch and toss a blanket over my lap, smiling over at him as he comes back over, plopping down beside me and handing me my plate as I start the movie. Now I just have to pace this correctly.

Once we finished eating I cuddle into Leon’s side, his arm resting around my back and keeping me pressed against his side as he made comments about the movie. After a bit, the hunger for him had started growing, and I finally decided to just deal with it.

I whine in annoyance, catching his attention easily as I shift so that I wasn’t nestled in his side, stretching out my back. “Not comfy,” I whisper, making him laugh.

“Probably tight from swimming all day, I can rub your back if you want?” He looks at me with sweet eyes. I watch as they go wide as I move to straddle his lap, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck and pressing feather-like kisses there. He sighs underneath me, hands moving to rub softly into my back, “Did you just want to cuddle closer, (Y/N)?”

“I always want to be as close as possible,” I tease, lazily kissing his jaw. I hear him sigh again, hands moving to trace my calves and run up and down my clothed back. I slowly start to nibble on his neck, sucking and nipping gently on his skin as his hands tighten on my waist.

Leon’s breath hitches before he lets out a soft chuckle, “You, uh, you wanting some attention, love?”

I hum, moving away from his neck to take a look at the new marks on his neck. I can see his eyes are darker, half lidded in contentment. His hand cups my face as I lean down to capture his lips in mine. Finally. I slide my hands around his neck and leave one there before tugging his hair out of its ponytail, tangling my other hand inside as one of his hands slide behind my head to angle my head better. We kiss lazily for a long time, and I finally decide to move our little make out session a step further. Slowly I move away from him to take a breath, kissing his lips a little more forcefully as I grind my core over his center.

Leon pulls away with a pop, his eyes falling to where our centers were meeting. He looks back at me as he smiles slyly “You sly little thing, this is what you wanted? Why not just tell me?”

“I figured,” I pause as a wave of pleasure runs up my spine. “I figured showing you was better.” I whisper, his hands sliding to cup under my thighs and moving me softly. I tug at his hair and bring his mouth back to mine as his hands slide up and cup my ass, and I can feel a smirk playing on his lips as his hands slide against the garters.

He pulls away gently, looking at me with a devilish smile, “Darling, what do you have on?”

I smile and run my nails down his chest. I lean forward and let my lips linger by his ear, speaking softly, “Why don’t you find out?”

I feel his hands squeeze my ass, making me moan in surprise before his hands move to grip my shirt and tug it up until he has it almost over my head. I hear how he groans and I pull the rest of the shirt off before tossing it somewhere. His eyes linger, tracing the details as he starts brushing his fingers against the fabric. He pulls me forward, a gasp leaving my mouth before it turns into a moan, his lips mouthing at the skin of my neck before dipping down and on top of my chest. I tangle my hands into his hair again, tugging as I start to grind again against him.

He moans softly, and that prompts me to detangle my hands and go to unhook my bra, but he stops me. “I, I want to do it,” he mutters, hands sliding around to attempt to unhook the clasps. The longer he takes the harder he bites down on my collar bone. I whimper, moving to unhook it quickly as he runs his tongue over the new mark. His hands are squeezing and helping me grind down on him, and I can definitely tell that he is hard underneath me. Leon dips his head down and sucks a nipple into his mouth as one hand leaves my ass and falls to the opposite breast. I throw my head back and moan, making him groan against my skin as he moves to bring my mouth back to his.

“Leon,” I whisper, listening to him groan softly. “As much as I would love to stay here and-”

“I’d rather plow you into the mattress.” He states, making me groan as he lifts me up, standing and kissing me deeply as he walks back to our bedroom. I tug at his hair gently, keeping him as close as possible. I feel him pause, and I feel him place a knee on the bed. Leon is crawling on the bed while I am koalaed to his front, the same way he pulls me into bed on nights he is gone too long, or like the first time I had come home to him in Galar.

He lays me down so that I am laying in the middle of the bed, head resting on the pillows. Leon changes his pace, suddenly trailing kisses down my body, he takes his time on my chest, making me moan and sigh contently. As he gets lower, I look down at him, watching as his amber eyes look back at me, a small smile forming on his lips. “Darling, I know I said I wanted to plow you into this mattress, but I think I want to do something else with you, if you would let me.”

“Whatever you want,” I whisper, blushing as he kisses my hip softly. He wiggles down further until he is settled between my legs, and before I can ask, he kisses the wet patch on my panties, making me shudder and whimper out.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties, looking at me with soft eyes. “Can I take these off, baby?” I nod, but he waits, “Need to hear you, love.”

“Yes, baby.”

He hums, a soft “Good girl,” falling past his lips as he attempts to get my panties off. He attempts to get them and the attached garters of with one tug, but the popping of seams makes him pause and look at them in confusion.

I giggle, sitting up just enough to unclasp everything and point out what needed to come off.

Leon chuckles, “Why was that so complicated?” He settles between my legs, pushing me down in the process.

“Believe me, putting it on the first time was a pain in the-” A gasp falls past my mouth as Leon licks a stripe up my core, causing my hand to fly to his hair.

I feel him chuckle into my center, testing the waters on what I like and don’t like, what gets the most noises out of me. I feel his mouth suck around my clit as his fingers pump into my core, a loud moan falling past my lips as my back arches. I hear him laugh as he pulls away from me, moving an arm over my hips to keep me down. Leon hums into me, recognizing the way I shutter. A gasp falls past my parted lips as I pant, the knot in my stomach tightening.

“Lee…” I whimper, tugging at his hair.

“Gonna cum, love?” He muses, rolling his tongue around my clit, “Cum for me.”

I gasp again as my body shudders, mind falling blank at the way Leon is playing my body. I whimper as he continues to pump his fingers into me, moving his face against my thigh as I whimper. I mewl as he adds a second and third finger into my core, pumping relentlessly as he leaves hickies all over my thighs.

“I,” I whimper, turning my head into the pillow and biting the fabric as I try to close my legs around his hand. “I never usually, never usually try and-”

“Oh, so my pretty girl has never done anything like this? Does she like my fingers pumping in and out of her?” Leon coos, nipping at my stomach in between the question, causing me to clench around his fingers. It doesn’t take long before I am cumming again, and Leon places his mouth over my core again to lap it up.

I feel Leon move above me, lips soft as he kisses my skin. My eyes flutter open and I give a lazy smile to him as he comes level with me. “How are you feeling, love?” He kisses my cheek before kissing my lips softly.

“Like putty,” I giggle, moving to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss. It’s softer than how we had been on the couch. He lazily peppers my face in kisses, body still spasming gently as I come down from my high.

He presses a kiss to my temple, moving so his lips brush against my ear as he bucks his hips into me. I moan softly as I hear him chuckle, “You okay for one more round?” I open my mouth to respond but he continues to buck against my center, making me whimper and moan.

“Lee, I-”

“Use your words, baby, what do you want?”

I gasp again, tangling my hands into his hair as I tug his face back so that I can look at him. He smiles as he brushes his nose against mine. “You, I want you, Leon,” I whisper, using my feet to carefully push his swim trunks down as far as I can get them.

He kisses me softly, moving to reach to the side and grab something off the side table. He tears the wrapper of the condom before sitting up on his knees to push his shorts down and slip the condom on. He leans down and kisses me again, muttering a soft “Ready?” against my lips.

I nod, and thankfully he doesn’t wait any longer before sliding into me. We moan in unison, his head falling into the crook of my neck. He starts to pump in and out, keeping his pace slow unlike the last two times. He moves to bring one of my legs up for a better angle, making me moan loudly underneath him. He keeps the same pace, the knot in my stomach growing again already.

“You close, love, I don’t think I will last very long.” Leon groans, gasping as he pumps into her.

“Not to far behind you-” I whimper,

He sighs, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You feel so good around me,” he whispers.

The two of us moan in unison as we hit our highs, my head lulling back as he rests his head against my chest. We lay like that for what feels like an hour, the two of us slowly catching our breaths. Eventually he pulls out of me with a groan and I wince at how over sensitive I am.

Leon rolls to the side sighing at the cool sheets.

“Okay,” I manage to whisper, “Have you been spying on me masterbating or some shit, that was way too good.”

Leon looks at me and smiles, “I know you, I think I should know how to make my wife feel like she’s on cloud nine.” He chuckles before pulling me into his side. His hand tangles into my hair as he rubs my head, my hand falling across his chest. “Holy shit.”

I immediately laugh, “That good?”

He shakes his head before kissing my forehead. “Better than what I imagined.”

I hum, kissing his chest before speaking, “Guess I will need to return the favor at one point-”

“I mean, you don’t have to…” He smiles softly, cheeks tinted pink.

I move to sit up a little, almost falling in the process at the fact that my legs still felt like jelly. I giggle as he holds me up, leaning down to kiss his lips softly, “I’ll get you when you least expect it.” After a few minutes lazily making out and cuddling, my ears pick up on the movie still playing in the living room.

“I think the heros are storming the castle-”

“Oh my God, Leon,” I giggle, laughing into his side. I sigh after a minute before shifting away from him.

“Where you going-”

“I have to pee, no need to get an infection.”

“Oh,” Leon chuckles, sitting up as I slowly slide out of bed, “Uh, I’ll go turn the movie off, then we can cuddle more?”

“Or you can leave it playing until the television turns off-”

“The television doesn’t turn off here on its own-”

“Then fuck the movie, stay there, I will be back!” I yell making Leon laugh loudly as I disappear, my heart happy and my body glowing. Oh, if this is the rest of my life I could die happy.

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A/N: WE ARE AT THE END! I hope you all enjoyed! ~CG

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ruthoakenshield · 4 years ago

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The Lady in the Black Leather (Ch 25)

Previous chapter catch up: [Chapter 24]

Scarlett and you dig through the clothes she brought for you. The nurse shows her how you can bathe in the bathroom area by sitting on the shower bench, and she helps you to the bench so you can get freshened up. She wraps your injured thigh with cellophane wrap tight enough to keep water out of the bullet wound, but not so tight it is uncomfortable or cuts off circulation.

You end up having a sponge bath since you can’t really stand to shower, and Scarlett washes your hair and helps you rinse it out. You hand her the hair oil and she applies it to your hair and combs it out while you sit on the shower bench.

“I never realized how much a bullet through the leg hurts. It’s SO uncomfortable to sit on anything with this damn hole in my leg!” you complain.

She just chuckles. “Well at least it’s in a place that didn’t have any major organs! Rich said Ben had the gun pointed at your chest!” she said.

You nod.

“I hope this doesn’t affect how I’m going to walk.” You reply. “I don’t get how he was able to shoot my thigh, though without hitting Rich!” you say, puzzled.

“Just chalk it up to a lucky shot, Sweetheart. Rich is incredibly lucky it didn’t hit him! Especially since your ex had the gun pointed at your chest. It would have really caused problems for Rich and the movie producers, since he is going to be so busy for the next few months with the movie promos and red carpets!” She reminds you. “Just thank your lucky stars it was ‘just a minor flesh wound!” and that you’re ‘not dead yet!” she teases, knowing how you both like Monty Python.

You giggle. Then say, “I know, Scarlett, but I hate just sitting around here! You know me! I’ve spent the last three months just sitting around doing nothing! And Rich and I were finally getting closer physically and emotionally! I finally felt comfortable letting him cuddle me and kiss me, and touch me more! Now we can’t cuz of the stupid monitors!!!!” you grumble.

Scarlett chuckles, “Hon, another week isn’t gonna kill ya nor your relationship!” she smirks. “So have ya gotten laid by him yet?” she asks with an evil grin.

You smack her. “None of your business!” you say and stick out your tongue.

Scarlett giggles… “Well?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss my relationship with anyone but my Dr. and my Boyfriend.” You reply with a knowing smirk. “My boyfriend is a very private person and doesn’t like it when people get nosey about his love life.” You say with a satisfied grin.

“What?!?!” Scarlett teases. “We ALWAYS talk about our love lives and compare and swap notes!” she pouts. “Can you at least tell me if he’s a good kisser?” she asks.

You grin & nod.

She smirks. “So, what’s this ‘ice hockey’ I keep hearing Martin and Amanda talking about?” She asks.

You spend the next few minutes explaining it to her and how you and Rich came up with it. You laugh and tell her he wanted to call it, ‘pass the ice’ but you thought ‘ice hockey’ sounded better.

Scarlett laughed. “OOOOoooohhh now I’m gonna have to try that with Aiden! You should’ve seen how horny he was after we got home from the club the night we did the Pretty Woman and Abba dances! Oh my gosh!!! He fucked me all night long! I could hardly walk straight the next day!!!” she exclaimed. “He’s got the stamina of a stallion!” she giggles. “And his kisses are to die for!” she squeals with glee.

“Soooo, a much better lover than Sam was???” you tease.

“Uhhh, Duhhhh!” she replies smacking your head teasingly.

You just smile and smirk, thinking to yourself, “If you only knew what Richard’s kisses are like and how he not only has the stamina of a stallion, but is hung like one too!”

You are snapped back into reality when Scarlett pokes you, “Are you even listening to me?” she asks.

“Hmmm?” you say, “Sorry, was lost in thought dreaming about my handsome man’s kisses.” You reply, grinning.

Scarlett rolls her eyes. “I said, we need to get you back up and dressed. Shall I go get the nurse and see if she can find you a clean pair of shorts?” Scarlett asks.

You nod. “And see if they have a size smaller than what she gave me, those were WAY too big and baggy for me!” you tell her.

Scarlett nods and hands you a bath towel to wrap up in.

She goes to get the nurse, who comes back in with a pair of hospital shorts for you. She helps you into them and you stand on your good leg and hike them up the rest of the way. Happy they fit you better. You sit back down on the bench once Scarlett dries it off with the towel and the nurse helps you get a top on that Scarlett chose for you. The nurse helps you back to your bed, and you sit on the edge as the nurse hooks up your ports to the IV machines again. Then unwraps the cellophane from your leg and re-bandages your wounds. Then she helps you sit back down on the bed and leaves you to do what you like.

You scoot back onto the bed and decide to just braid your hair in two braids and let them hang down over your shoulders.

You had just texted Graham when you hear a knock at the door. You pull out your ylang ylang perfume bottle and put a dab on by your ears and on your wrists and one on your collar bone junction. You rub it into your skin and then nod at Scarlett to let the person in. You set your bag down on the floor by the bed out of the way.

You grin when you see your Honey come walking in with a bouquet of brightly colored red carnations, yellow daisies as well as purple monte casino and green button poms in a vase with colored ribbons around it and a “get well soon” mini balloon on a sick poking out the top of the bouquet, and a stuffed black dog parked in his arm.

Giggling, you say, “You already got me flowers!” and he chuckles as he sets them down on your table and gives you a kiss, and groans at how good you smell. He hands you the black stuffed dog and you grin seeing it has an “I love you” shirt on it.

“These are from the director of my movie. When he heard what had happened, we decided to film as much as we could on Friday and Saturday, so I can have tomorrow and Monday off. He felt bad not being able to give me more time off and so he sent the flowers with me to give to you.” Rich explained.

“And the stuffed dog?” you ask.

He grins. “I saw it in the gift shop on my way in and couldn’t resist. It reminded me of the pic you sent me with me and Phantom giving you the same look.” He grinned.

You chuckled as he sat down next to you on the bed. You scooted over more so he could have enough room to sit and be comfortable. He snuggled next to you and Scarlett giggled and rolled her eyes. “Someone missed you today!” she teased you.

Richard just grinned and peppered you with kisses. “You smell divine, my Love.” He whispered in your ear as he nibbled it. Ignoring the beeping heart monitor as your pulse increased.

“Romeo, you better reign it in or the nurses will be in here scolding you if you don’t.” Scarlett warned. Rich just smirked and stuck his tongue out at her.

She just chuckled, “Oh, that’s real mature, there big guy!” she giggled. Rich just looks at her and raises an eyebrow and gives her just a hint of a smirk.

“I know that look! You did it enough on Robin Hood! And No, they won’t let you get away with it.” She replies giggling.

Richard gives her a grin and goes back to peppering your face with kisses, making you giggle. He doesn’t stop till he hears Graham and Aiden coming up the hallway talking. Then he finally calms himself down and cuddles you in his arms and you enjoy leaning against his chest and having his arms around you.

“I missed you today too.” You whisper as you give him a peck on his cheek. He grins and looks down at you just as Graham and Aiden come in with Phantom.

Graham looks up and sees him sitting on the bed with you and says, “Hey! Where’s supper?”

Rich chuckles. “It’ll be here soon. I ordered it on my way here and told them to deliver it here.”

All of a sudden there’s a knock at the door and Phantom “wuffs” and goes to the door sniffing.

“I bet that’s supper. Phantom, come here.” Aiden says as he makes the hand motion for ‘come’.

Scarlett goes and opens the door and a young man gives her the food and a hand full of fortune cookies. She thanks him and hands him some cash for a tip.

She brings the food in and sets it all out on the table. Everyone’s mouths are watering seeing all the Chinese food Rich ordered. The scent of sweet and sour chicken, beef and broccoli, and other such goodness fills the room.

Aiden goes to the Cafeteria and grabs paper plates and plastic silverware and napkins and stuff for everyone to drink.

He comes in and they have the food all open and ready to go. (The nurses provided them with plastic serving utensils from the break room.) He hands out the plates and napkins and plastic silverware so they can dish up what they want.

You giggle and happily scoop up the beef and broccoli and Richard cringes when you dig for the big pieces of broccoli. “You like broccoli?” he asks.

You nod, and pop a big piece in your mouth with the chopsticks, then grin. He shakes his head and says, “Well, more for you then.”

You and Scarlett grin and dig into the beef and Broccoli, making everyone else chuckle. “Why did you buy it if no one else likes it?” you ask him after realizing no one else wanted any.

He chuckled. “Aiden said you and Scarlett liked it, so I got it for you two.”

Scarlett looks at Aiden and then at Rich and then at you. “Awwwww, I love our men!” she says and gives Aiden a big kiss. Making everyone laugh.

“I’ll let Harley give you your kiss.” She tells Rich. Making him laugh.

You giggle and go to kiss him, and he grins. “You can kiss me later, Love, when you don’t taste like broccoli!” he teases. You give him a mocking glare and punch his shoulder. Making Graham laugh.

He tosses you a fortune cookie and then tosses Richard his. Graham grabs one and so does Aiden and Scarlett. Leaving two extras on the table.

They all laugh when they open and read them.

Aiden’s says, “The fortune you seek is in another cookie.” He grabs another cookie and opens it, it’s fortune says, “Ignore previous cookie.” Which makes everyone crack up laughing and Aiden pouts. “I didn’t get a fortune!”

Scarlett just pats his shoulder. “You got me, sweetie, that’s all the good fortune you need!”

He grins and nods.

Graham cracks his open and it says, “Marriage lets you annoy one special person for the rest of your life.” He laughs and nods, “Well they got that one right!” and everyone laughs.

Scarlett cracks hers open and says, “Hey! I got TWO fortunes!!!!” one says ‘Remember three months from this date. Good things are in store for you.’ And the other says, ‘Good clothes open many doors. Go shopping!’

Of course, everyone looks at you and Scarlett and they all crack up laughing. Knowing that your shopping excursion with her lead to all them meeting you two!

Richard’s says, “You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.” He grins and looks at you and kisses the top of your head. “See, even fortune cookies get it right occasionally!” you giggle & roll your eyes.

And Graham tosses you a second cookie. “You get the extra one since Scarlett got two fortunes in hers.”

You open yours and laugh cuz your first cookie has two fortunes in it. They say, “Someone truly loves you out there.” And “You or a close friend will be married within the year.” Which makes you blush a bright red. Of course, everyone wants to see what fortunes you got. They all laugh and tease you and Richard, but you point out it could be Aiden & Scarlett too!

Richard just grins a huge grin and hugs you. “Open up the other one, Sweetheart.” He says to you.

You look up and say, “I don’t know if I want to now.” he chuckles and hands it to you.

You crack it open and read the fortune. It says, “Don’t be afraid to take the next big step.” You groan, face palm and hand it to Richard, who cracks up laughing and hands it to Scarlett, who reads it, laughs and passes it to Aiden, who giggles and then passes it to Graham. Graham cracks up too and pats your shoulder. “I seem to detect a theme here, Sweetheart!”

You just groan. And bury your face in Rich’s chest. Making him chuckle. “You never know….” He teases, making you groan even more.

He pats your side and kisses your head again.

We’re just teasin’ ya lass.” Grahan tells you.

You nod and peek out from Rich’s side. Then you remember something your Mom once told you, which you remind him of when you say teasingly, “You do know that the Father of the bride gets to pay for the entire wedding, right… and now ya got THREE girls!” you remind him with a smug grin.

“Oh good Lord, I’m gonna be working till I die!” he replies teasingly and rolls his eyes, flopping back into the chair pretending to die.

Aiden laughs, “You asked for it Pops, teasin’ her like that!” he says with a huge grin. Graham chuckles and sits up.

“Are we all done eating?” he asks. Everyone nods. “I’m full.” You hear from everyone.

Graham gets up and picks up the untouched leftovers. “What do ya say if we go see if the nurses want some of this?” he asks Richard.

Rich nods and he grabs some of the leftovers and Aiden grabs the rest. They head out to the nurse’s station with the paper plates and napkins and ask them if they’d like the leftovers. The nurses are almost speechless that the three movie stars would share their food with them. They nod and thank them, putting it in the fridge for their breaks.

While the guys are off giving leftovers to the nurses, you and Scarlett are cracking up at the fortunes you got. “You better keep those, and I’ll keep mine. We’ll get a good laugh out of them if they actually come true! Here, write the date on the back of them so we know when we got them!” she tells you and hands you a pen from the counter.

You write the dates on the back of them and she hands you your messenger bag. You put them in your wallet, and she puts her fortunes in her wallet.

You both are giggling about them still when the guys come back in.

“Are you two still giggling about the fortunes?” Graham asks.

Scarlett nods. Giggling again.

Graham chuckles. “How about we play that new game ye brought?” he says to Aiden.

Aiden grabs it off the counter and he starts to hand out the cards for the game.

You five spend the evening laughing yourselves silly and playing the game. You stopped after a while though so that someone could take Phantom out to go do his business when he started whining and dancing around by the door. Aiden decided to take him outside with Scarlett for a break.

Rich took the opportunity to ask the two of you how the meeting went with the lawyer. You told him it went fine and that she got what she needed and said you could do the meeting tomorrow with the judge via Skype (He’s old school). She said she would be at the actual hearing in case the judge needed to discuss anything with her.

Graham nodded.

Rich could tell there was more Graham wanted to say, but didn’t. Rich figured that Graham didn’t want to say it in front of you for some reason. He looked at the time and saw it was close to 10pm. He tells you, “Honey, do you know if the hospital has specific times for visiting?”

You shake your head, no.

He stands, “I’d better go check to see if they have specific times. I don’t want to upset anyone if we are here too long.” He tells you. “I’ll be right back.” He says and heads for the door.

“You want some more water, Sweetheart?” Graham asks when you go to drink your water and find your cup empty. You shake it and feel a few ice cubes in it. You pop open the lid and grab one out, then nod and hand it to Graham.

“Could you see if they can put more ice in it too?” you ask.

He grins and nods. “Be right back, Sweetheart.” He tells you and heads out.

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winter-fairy-seed · 4 years ago

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Blood Blossom

A small tale for my buddies.

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Red Flower - Prologue

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There was a large gray facility building that bore a hole on one side with what seemed to be the remains of a semi-truck. This is the place your team discovered a few days ago on a clean water search, and promised to return to to search for resources once you’re more prepared. The hole, which seemed to come from an explosion, allowed the grass to meet the cemented floors that were now hidden by crisp white snow. It gave your team the reassurance of an emergency exit if anything dangerous lurked inside. You waited patiently by the hole, slightly shivering, staring into the distance of snowy hills. You wore leather pants with a red hooded faux fur jacket, only carrying a small duffle bag on your shoulder and brown leather fanny pack on your hip. You and your team had just finished the final wave of a resource sweep, and were now packing everything up. You were a herbalist and a medic, so you didn’t have much to pack and were never as successful on your resource hauls as the mechanics and scrap collectors.

“___”, a voice called from a few feet away, “are you all packed up?”

It was your teammate Aiden, who wore a brown fleece jacket with a fluffy hood and a nice pair of leather gloves. He was the “blacksmith and armourer” of your group, repairing and handling all of your weaponry and protective chainmail. You looked down lifting your hand over both bags and gave your teammate a warm smile and a nod. He walked closer leaning forward to pull the duffle bag over your head and around his own shoulders. You jerked your eyes up and slightly pouted.

“I could’ve carried it….but thank you…” You sulked only for a second but felt thankful for the gesture.

You recently injured your shoulder in the forest on the day of your luckiest find. It was about a week ago when your team stumbled upon an old camp that had an old greenhouse full of hanging herbs and cabbage.

There was no sign of recent human life but there were signs of panic, like old papers scorched, too damaged to read, scattered all over the tents floor with random items thrown across the ground. There was an old weathered bookcase, empty, and a small wooden foot table that sat in the middle of the camp. That was the least of your worries as you found yourself practically bolting to the greenhouse. The herbs were up pretty high, out of reach of the scurrying animals on and under the ground, and the cabbages were underneath plastic wrapping that was staked into the dirt and soil. Collecting the cabbages was easy, but getting to the herbs seemed nearly impossible on your own. Aiden was too busy salvaging what he claimed to be “parts of high grade weaponry”, and Rojsa, a girl with short brown hair who had been close friends with Aiden before this apocalypse, was completely out of the question. So, while The Watch searched the perimeter, and the scribes and linguists did their best to decipher what was on the damaged papers, you were busy dragging the small foot table all the way to the greenhouse, getting a few questioning stares from your teammates and The Watch.

When you reached the greenhouse you pulled the table as closely under the herbs as you could get. You shook the table a few times, testing its balance. It seemed...sturdy enough? You placed your bags one either side of the table, hoping it would even out the weight, then climbed up. You reached as high as you could and managed to get two hanging baskets of what seemed to be Serpyllifolia. You joyfully, but carefully brought them down, setting them aside the table. You quickly crawled back up the table, feeling more confident than before and reached for the two highest hanging ones that looked like Mint. Mint is something you haven’t come across as much as you’d liked or expected. You had to hop a bit to get it, but it wasn’t a problem for you who now day-dreamed about days full of patients with no fevers or hot breath. As your fingers latched onto the plant, your left leg went a little too far (given your weren’t paying as much attention) and caused the table to falter and fly on its side. It didn't take long for the small greenhouse to come crashing down as the pots hook pulled the tough wire that held everything up. Aiden and a few other of your teammates from The Watch rushed over immediately, expecting the worst, only to find you huddled up happily with the pot of mint and a sheepish smile on your face. It quickly turned into a wince as your adrenalin subsided and you felt a surge of pain in your right shoulder where you had cushioned a pot’s fall.

Since then Aiden has been extra careful and watchful, not trusting your mischievous antics. It made you feel like a child, but you couldn’t lie about how safe you felt with a pair of eyes watching your back.

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It seemed that the team had just about finished packing and was moving along as Rojsa stepped quietly behind Aiden and held onto the sleeve of his jacket. You turned around, and just like that you all made your way back out into the cold.

For safety, there are 4 people in The Watch that are sent with each group when going on recourse sweeps, so there are two in the front, and two in the back. They keep a close eye out on your surroundings as the navigation team of cartographers backtrack and find the safest way back home. You’ve walked for what felt like 30 minutes before you all took a water break and to rest and warm up your cold feet. There were two people of The Watch that stayed and watched while the other two took others to use the bathroom. It was strange at first, with The Watch, but they respectfully gave you your privacy while making sure the coast was clear so you learned to accept and respect.

You couldn’t help but drift your eyes across the landscape, softly blowing warm air onto your hands and rubbing them together. From a distance, your eyes caught onto something dark and green with a hint of bright red. You took a few steps forward, leaning your body as though it would help you see clearer.

“___” Aiden's voice rang and your eyes snapped towards him, “I’m going to the bathroom. Try not to get into any trouble... please...”

He jerked his eyebrow at you and you huffed shaking your head, unable to respond. He would’ve stayed until you responded if it wasn’t for the fact he had to pee really bad, so he squinted his eyes and walked off pointing his finger at you as a comical warning. You stuck out your tongue and smiled. As he disappeared through the crowd of people, your eyes slowly shifted back to the bright red that shined in the distance. Feeling appropriately guilty, you shifted your gaze to the two Watchers and slowly crept away. Your blood rushed, as you felt terrible for having already caused trouble in the past yet embarking on a new potential disaster. A small argument broke out about water distribution (nothing crazy, but nobody wants to draw too much attention so out in the open) so you took advantage of the distraction and managed to get away unnoticed.

Your eyes never left the red glow, only breaking when you felt a root grab onto your shoe under the thick snow. You stumbled forward a bit at the small incline, rolling twice. You landed perfectly on your bum and laughed slightly to yourself before wincing at your stressed shoulder. You shook your head, reminded yourself of how dangerous this could potentially be and became cautious once again. You got up, dusted yourself off, and continued. The red glow became brighter as you got closer, the detail of the flower more visible than before. It has the shape of a lily with small deep speckles. It was covered slightly by fallen snow and surrounded by what looked to be a patch of ivy. You scanned your surroundings carefully , making sure not to get too distracted.

The Flower had large red petals that swirled counterclockwise, with a honeycombed middle. The white of the snow made it look like a drop of blood on a white canvas. You reached into the bag on your hip and pulled out some elastic bandage in which you wrapped your hand and arms comfortably. You carefully stood over the flower and reached out. It was more tangled into the ivy than you initially expected and struggled a bit. You suddenly heard a twig snap and the gentle thud of falling snow and immediately froze in your tracks. You listened keenly for any other signs but the forest lay dead quiet once more. Now, with your blood pressure rising and heart pounding, you slowly stepped back strengthening your stance in the deep snow, ears still keen. You wondered if it had been one of the watchers taking someone to the bathroom and felt embarrassed and nervous until you heard snow crunch as if someone was walking from your far left. It fell silent again and you turned immediately, backtracking through your previous footsteps. You looked back at the flower, wondering only for a second if you should stay. “Maybe I can stick my hand through and run....the cuts and rash are worth it...” you thought, also pondering if you had stocked up on oats and honey before the winter started. “What could be out here?? A bear?? Maybe an Elk??” you thought to yourself. It was still dead silent and your anxiety worsened. You decided you’d save yourself first and try to convince someone to let you bring troops from The Watch with you to come back for it. Though, you feared they’d say no given you don’t know what plant specie it is, nor a better description that won't make it sound like “a pretty flower”. If it’s not essential, you’re sure they’d refuse. You’d definitely ask, perhaps leaving the “there may or may not be a bear lurking around the area” part out. You continued to tiptoe towards the rest stop at a faster pace. It felt like there were eyes on you, but you think that’s the fear talking. You stopped in your tracks and thought to yourself “I shouldn’t lead whatever that is back to camp…so how do I.....” while checking behind you for any signs of life. You steadied your breathing and carefully pulled the small map that the cartographers gave everyone when trailing new grounds. You cursed yourself for not marking down where you had gone since stopping to rest. You heard another twig snap, eyes shooting up behind you as your eyes almost missed a shadowed figure in the distance. It didn’t look like a bear… nor human… You shivered at the thought and turned to the map once more and hastily looked towards your footsteps. You marked them with uncertainty on the map then began to walk diagonal to them, being extra careful walking up the slope. You created a zigzag trail and re-met your old footsteps after 45 seconds of walking (you counted). The red of the flower, now out of your line of sight, faded from your mind as you turned around again, looking at your trail of frenzy footprints and thin trees. You hadn’t heard any more branches and didn’t hear any footsteps that weren’t your own, so you continued the normal trail and arrived at the rest stop successfully.

You looked around at the familiar faces and didn’t spot the curly head of Aiden and sighed out in relief. You turned back towards the deeply forested area and watched closely down your trail. You only blinked ever so often from the wind, when in the distance you caught a glimpse of a small antler. Your breath hitched a bit, but you felt relief that you didn’t trail a hungry creature to the rest stop.

“Hey! C’mon, everyones moving!” A watcher shouts for you and you snap back into reality. Aiden is quick to follow up shortly after, bombarding you with complaints that he couldn’t find you until now and you continued back to the safe zone with the rest of the group.

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You’ve arrived back at camp, located in an abandoned neighborhood covered in foliage and barricaded with walls and fences crafted by the builders and architects. The one who crafted a levering door, used by The Watch to keep lookout, was actually a good friend of yours, Ilora. After being taken in by The Watch when they found your stranded, you met Ilora briefly as they took you on what felt like an open house tour of the community, as well as a job interview as they assigned you a role based on your skills.

You walked beside Aiden and Rojsa, following the rest of the group into the Centre where you organized and recorded your findings with the rest of the community. It was also a good place for trading and checking up people with your fellow medics to make sure no new sicknesses or fevers have occurred.

You finally made it to your room, trying your hardest not to flop down in your bed and sleep then and there. You removed your winter-wear and under armor, and rushed to the bathroom where you flipped a golden hourglass and ran a hot water bath. You didn’t turn off the water until the last drop of sand reached the bottom. This was how your community utilized the hot water system, and you thought it cute that everyone had matching hourglasses in their bathrooms. You stripped yourself of dirty clothes, throwing them in a small basket beside the tub, and softly stepped in, breathing out as the hot water cupped your skin. You sighed a sweet relief and fully relaxed your muscles. You reached to your left and grabbed a small jar of pink petals off or a small stool, opening it and sprinkling just a few in the soapy water. You placed the jar back on the stool and leaned back once more, humming to yourself as you played with the petals. You closed your eyes, and the first think that greeted you was the glow of the twisted red flower. You imagined what it would feel like to touch the petals, how soft they would be. You imagined if it could heal, or if maybe it tasted good like water lilies? Your thoughts drifted from the red hues to the black shadowy figure that seemed to lurk in the distance. You began to fabricate the curve of the antler, and how you assumed it was a branch at first sight. You wondered of the loud snapping of branches and your eyes shot back open as the sounds reverberated in your mind, bringing back the shivers you felt in that moment. You closed your eyes for one more second and breathed out a long sigh before finally washing up and getting out.

Now wrapped in soft wraps, you head towards your bag where you open everything up to sprawl it across your desk. You had already organized your supplies back at your office, so all you found were your pens and journals and the marked map. You had a mossy brown journal that you’ve used to record the geology of certain areas and the important plants that reside there, but it could not be seen in the mess. You become a bit nervous and looked towards your bed not remembering if you threw it there, yet nothing can be seen. You conclude that you’ve left it in your office and throw on a quick sweater and some sweat pants and fluffy boots. You grab a small tote bag that was hanging from the coat hanger and rush out towards your greenhouse.

Your office, a humbled log house, and your family sized greenhouse are located on higher grounds, close to the farmland. It has a beautiful view of the community. Next to it stands a patch of forestry where you collect wild herbs that originally grew there, sectioned off from the rest of the forest for safety and checked daily for maintenance. This was actually in ruins when you first arrived, but has long been renovated and fixed up after you convinced the architects and builders that it was the perfect spot for a herbalist and medic.

You held a lantern, glowing a warm orange, as you stepped quickly through the cold. On any other night you’d look towards the farmlands and sigh with serenity, but on this particular night, your eyes were trained towards the forest. You knew that your portion had been sectioned off and that it's highly unlikely even a bear could break through the wall and fencing, but you couldn’t help but wonder.

You scrambled through your supplies and even checked in the greenhouse. Maybe you were recording data and forgot to take it back? Still, nothing. Like a morning bell, the sound of soft footsteps could be heard outside. You stopped scrambling and listened carefully. You began to feel a bit shocked, as the footsteps were coming from the small patch of forest. “Is there another medic? Why this late?” you thought to yourself, trying your best to deflect the thought of the shadowy figure you saw in the snowy haze before.

You decided to sit still and stay low to the ground. You weren’t particularly terrified because your office door did lock, and it was locked. Your greenhouse is connected to your office through a built passageway, which you luckily obtained through the argument of “keeping out small animals” and putting the lives of people who need medical attention at stake.

The footsteps were slow and careful, with a strange pattern to them that you couldn't make out yet. They continued towards your office until they became a bit faint, then came to a complete stop. You stayed curled over, listening closely. It seemed as though whatever was out there didn’t realize you were inside, and you wanted to keep it that way. You heard a small thud and you could hear the footsteps returning the direction they came, but this time they moved with more haste. The sound of crunching snow disappeared into the distance of your forested area.

A few more moments had passed and the silence continued, making you feel safe enough to slowly lift your body. You sighed a bit at the ache of your bones, having been in the same position for so long in a cold room. You peeked out through the window where you heard the steps and saw a line of small tracks that looked like...hooves? With your eyebrows burrowed you stepped back and grabbed your lantern and tote and turned towards the front door. “The journal can wait” you thought to yourself, scurrying to unlock the door and return to your room. As it whipped open, your body forgot the cold as you nearly tripped on a small black sack placed by the door. You shook your head and blinked a few times. You checked your surroundings, noting the deer tracks stopped just a few feet from the small wooden step in front of the door. You looked back towards the patch of forest, but nothing could be seen in the deep night. You decided questions could wait and lifted the sack, rushing back to your room.

Once returned to your room you placed your boots on a small rack by the door and rushed to your desk with an empty tote and a sack in hand. You carefully placed the black bag and plopped into the chair looking at it with ambivalence. You rubbed your warm feet together and clumsily unwrapped the velvet string. Your heart began to race when your eyes fell upon a mossy brown journal, that now wore small water stains. You quickly pulled it out, checking front to back and opening it up to make sure the information wasn’t ruined from the water damage. Looking at the crisp cream pages and stroking the thick texture caused a sigh of relief. Now, less afraid, you grabbed the sack and flipped it upside down to make sure nothing else was in it but nothing more fell out. You decided to lift the bag over your head wanting to figure out the black fabric material. As it blocked the light, like falling snow, a red flower fluttered down onto your cheek. You flinched slightly in shock fearing this was a trap and that it was a poisonous bug, but came to realize from the delicate touch it was the soft petals of a flower. The flower, now lying softly on your desk, looked deep and bold in the faint light of the lanterns in the room. You felt as if you were in a fever dream. You delicately pressed your fingertips onto the small stem of the flower, some of the roots still attached, and lifted it closer to your face. You were completely and utterly encapsulated by its beauty and the subtle smells of honey and rust. You quickly opened up your mossy journal and sketched the image of the flower the best you could. You were in your own little world now, thinking and pondering the red flowers qualities and how it could be perceived and used. You tapped inside its honeycomb center and found a pocket of seeds in which you wrapped warmly and tucked away in a tiny fabric bag. You pulled out your map and began writing down what happened and what you saw and discovered. You wrote and wrote without realizing you were drifting off. The sound of small bells and the faint image of a small antler were your last fabricated thought before drifting off to a deep sleep........

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artnerd1123 · 5 years ago

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A Familiar World

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Aiden decides to step in when Journal pulls a few all nighters. Sass and dad mode ensues.

The masterpost for AFW can be found here. The chapter post for AFW can be found here.

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a short chapter, inspired by @vaaloirr‘s request for some aiden n journ shenans, where journ gets embarrassed. What’s more embarrassing than the first time Aiden tosses him into bed? Hope y’all enjoy :D

“... have you moved since I went out?”

“Is it any of your business?”

Aiden gave Journal a look from the doorway. This was the third day in a row he’d come home to find his roommate hunched over a book at the kitchen table. The younger sorcerer had paper and mugs scattered all over, and the telltale raccoon mask of sleep deprivation. He’d clearly been there for awhile. Not that Aiden really needed material confirmation. He hadn’t seen him get up for more than coffee these past few days. And he was pretty sure Roo would confirm that. … if, of course, the little guy wasn’t asleep in one of the armchairs. The familiar’s ears twitched in his sleep, quiet snores drifting up. He looked quite peaceful. At least someone is getting proper sleep, Aiden thought ruefully. Heaving a sigh, the questor set his bag down on the couch. He’d worry about putting his stuff away later. He had other things to tend to. Or, rather, other people. Into the kitchen he went. Journal’s mumblings were the only sound in the room. They were barely audible, but Aiden could tell he was talking magic. That’s what all the papers were for. Even if he’d only been sharing the apartment for a few months, he knew about Journal’s love for magic. It was getting to be a borderline obsession. … scratch that, it was an obsession. Staying up for three days over something was all the qualification needed. Someone really needed to step in. And Aiden was ready to put his foot down. After pouring himself a mug of coffee, he sat down across from Journal. The sorcerer glanced up, but didn’t send any words his way. He was turned back to his work before Aiden even took his first sip. Just whispering to himself. Scribbling more things down. Aiden watched him for a minute. “... Y’know, staying up for three days isn’t the healthiest of things,” the questor ventured, swirling his coffee. He gave Journal’s tired glare a look of concern. “... yeah, well… i didn’ ask you…” Journal muttered. He dropped his gaze back to the paper before him. His quill dully scratched another couple words out. “‘m busy…” “Busy enough to skip meals?” Aiden pressed. Journal gave him another annoyed look. “Does it look like it?” he shot back, gesturing to a bowl. “You’re aware that bowl was there yesterday, right?” “I can use the s-” “In the exact same place.” “Y-yeah, well-” “And with the exact same food stains, too, if memory serves.” Journal floundered for a minute, seeming to scramble for the right words. Aiden simply stared at him from his spot at the table, one brow raised. There wasn’t an easy way out of this one. He knew he had him stuck. When Journal couldn’t come up with excuses, he just huffed. The sorcerer crossed his arms. “Y… yeah, and….? What’s your point here?” he finally mumbled. “The point is you haven’t had any food today. Or slept. Or moved. At all.” Aiden fixed Journal with a stern look. It made the younger sorcerer squirm. “S-so??? What’s- w-why do you care? I haven’t bothered you with it,” Journal countered, bristling. “But you’ve bothered yourself with it plenty,” Aiden sighed. He gestured to the mess across the table. Well… both of them. The clutter on the table was almost less qualified than the sorcerer to bear that title. “You don’t need any more magic work. You’ve been working so hard your notes are barely even readable. The only thing you should be doing at this point is going to bed,” he continued gently. Journal just scoffed. Rubbing at his eyes, he stubbornly pulled another magic book towards him. Aiden blinked. “If you want me to go to bed so badly,” Journal said hotly, scribbling down more notes, “then make me.” Aiden was silent for a moment. Hmm. He really wasn’t stopping, was he? Seems it was time for some... other measures. “... y’know what?” Aiden got up abruptly, setting down his coffee. “I think I’ll take you up on that.” And with that, Aiden snapped his fingers. A small flash of blue mist left Journal’s quill on the counter, and his books all closed. Journal jumped a bit at the sudden change. Glancing up, he looked utterly bewildered. “I- wh- what’d you just-?” “You’re done working for now,” Aiden said firmly. “Go. Bed. Now.” “Wh- no!!! I was in the middle of something!” Journal cried. With the exhausted undertone to his voice, his complaint sounded more like a whine. “You can’t just force me into stopping! I don’t care how many days I’ve been awake!!!” “Yeah, well, tough luck, bud,” Aiden huffed. “Because someone in this apartment does.” He went around one side of the table to Journal’s seat. The sorcerer was trying to get all his books open again. Aiden promptly scooped him up out of his chair. Journal flailed a bit as the questor hefted him over a shoulder, shifting him around to make sure he wouldn’t drop him. “aiDEN WHAT THE FUDGE- FRICK- REVAEW DANG YOU AND YOUR STUPID FILTER SPELL-” Journal squawked, wiggling around like an eel. His face was as red as his magic. Evidently, this was not the result he’d been expecting. “PUT ME THE FRICK DOWN!” “You act like a kid, you get treated like one,” Aiden replied. “And you need sleep. Believe me. You’ll be thanking me later.” Journal kept complaining loudly while Aiden carried him down the hall. Aiden didn’t pay him any mind. Just adjusted his grip as he walked to his room. He nudged the door open with his foot. The door creaked open to reveal a cluttered space, filled with paper and ink and boxes and books. Aiden glanced around from the doorway. Were there more books in here than he’d seen last time? Probably. He headed inside. Journal stopped flailing once they went in. He’d fallen to grumbling angrily. Once Aiden got to the side of Journal’s bed, he shifted the sorcerer around so he could just drop him into it. Journal let out a little yelp when Aiden dropped him. Before he could even try and scramble out, Aiden snapped again. Blue mist quickly pulled blankets over the sorcerer, leaving him tucked in tight enough he couldn’t wiggle away. Aiden watched on as Journal muttered filtered curses, glaring up at him. “Comfortable?” he hummed, arms crossed. “Friggin- you’re the worst- the worst-” Journal spat vehemently- “lemme outta- lemme outta here, I’m not gonna-” “Not gonna what? You’re stuck there until you get some actual sleep. Magic’s orders,” Aiden shrugged. Journal just let out a frustrated groan. Much to Aiden’s satisfaction- and Journal’s dismay- it turned into a yawn. “You’re the woooooooorst…” Journal groaned. “I’ll take ‘worst’ if it means you get a rest,” Aiden chuckled. Journal tried to scowl at Aiden, but his exhaustion was catching up to him. It was hard to look mad when you’re finally lying in a proper bed after days without sleep. Aiden was happy to see him start to get himself comfortable. Good. He wouldn’t have his roommate staying up that late again if he could help it. As he turned to leave, Journal mumbled again.

“... frick you…”

“Mhm. G’night, Journ. I’ll have coffee ready when you wake up again.”

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mellicose · 8 years ago

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Le Cordon Rouge

Fandom: David Tennant, Aiden Hoynes, The Politician’s Husband

Word count: 2000

Warnings: smut, light dominance

Summary: During one of his volunteer hearings at the local church, Aiden meets a woman who wants to give him a helping hand.

He was venomously bored. If another grey-haired bitch walked in spitting complaints, he would scream.

He looked down at his fake notes and feigned reading as the next person was called in. There was a smart rap-rapping of heels on the floor. Old ladies didn’t wear heels.

He looked up. His lips parted.

She was tall. Too tall for heels, so she wore them as a fuck you. Although her pristine white bespoke frock covered her from neck to knee, it hugged her improbable curves so well he could imagine the dirty looks the old women gave her in the waiting area.

He looked down at her feet. Her shoes were printed in a cheetah pattern. He put his palm over his mouth to cover a smirk.

She sat down in front of him, wafting a scent that made him instantly tight. It wasn’t perfume - not in the conventional sense - but it made him stand at attention. He didn’t like being caught so unaware by random women. He was proud of his unflagging loyalty to Freya, saw it a badge of honor. But, regardless, blood rushed to his groin.

“Shall I just jump right in, then?” she said in an American accent.

He cleared his throat. “Please.”

“It’s quite simple. There’s a giant fucking pothole in front of my studio that I have begged and pleaded to be filled, but nothing has happened. I’ve called, written strongly worded letters-“

He interrupted, pen poised over a fresh sheet of paper. “What’s the name of your studio?”

“Le Cordon Rouge,” she said. She gave him the address.

“Le Cordon Rouge,” he repeated. He didn’t know why. “What kind of studio is it?”

“It’s a rope studio. Kinbaku.”

He tapped the pen against the desk. “Kinbaku?”

“People from all over come to learn how to tie people up in beautiful knots,” she said, unfazed. “In any case, I have tried contacting both-“

He interrupted her yet again. “Tie people in knots? What do you mean?”

She sighed, and her eyes drifted to the young volunteer sitting beside him. He noticed, and nodded at the girl. She walked out quietly.

“It’s Japanese bondage. Just to let you know, there are no paid sex acts being solicited in my studio,” she droned as if she’d said it a thousand times before. “It’s a place of learning.”

“I see,” he said. He was mystified. The woman crossed her legs, and the same strong, enticing scent wafted to him. “And there is a pothole.”

She nodded “That’s right. It is in desperate need of a fill.” She licked her crimson lips.

“The red cord,” he said, his eyes still on her mouth.

“I saw you on television. Your big speech,” she said. His eyes traveled from her lips to her eyes. “And I saw your wife’s subsequent interview as well.”

His jaw tightened.

“I’m all for a woman taking what she wants, but that was a low blow, even for a filthy politician,” she said, giving him a pointed look. “But you are resilient, or so it seems.”

He stood up. She hissed and pointed down. He sat hard enough to hurt. His face tingled.

“We’re not done yet.” She went into a bag worth more than his Audi and handed him a card. Their fingers touched, and she lingered shamelessly.

“I named it after my favorite kind of rope,” she said, smiling at him. Her eyes searched his face. For what, he didn’t know. He was both excited and dreading she would find it.

He stared at the card. She clicked her tongue. He looked up.

“Write it down, then. I have a gathering happening in three weeks, with VIPs coming from around the world. I’d like it fixed by then.”

“I don’t know whether it can happen so quickly. The public works department is notorious for taking their time.”

She leaned forward. “And yet, I have complete faith that you can make it happen in a timely manner. You aspired to run the country. You can strong arm pavers into doing their job, no?”

It stung. She noticed.

“You’re a bold man, Aiden,” she said. “Pity you’re juggling old biddies in a dilapidated church hall. It’s not a thousandth of what you deserve.”

“Mr. Hoynes,” he said, an angry reflex. He felt exposed.

She laughed, a deep, rough, whiskey drinker’s laugh. “Don’t be dull. Aiden will do splendidly.”

He bit his fat bottom lip.

She took the pen from his hand and scribbled something in his notes. Numbers.

“This is my private mobile number. Call me when you make the arrangements. I’ll be sure no one is parked in front of the studio.” Her red red nails shone in the sunlight coming in from the windows just behind him.

Freya never wore polish. He imagined this woman’s long middle finger pressing its way past his lips. He felt the slickness of her nail, tasted her slightly salty fingertip sliding along his tongue-

“Where are you?” Her eyes were on his face, watching him intently.

“I will let you know just as soon as I contact the right authorities,” he said, standing up again. She stood and shook her head slowly.

“That’s not what I asked, poppet,” she said. Her boldness made him want to hit her. Slap her. Right across her red mouth. He wondered whether it would be wet. Hot. Whether the lipstick would come off on his palm-

She sighed and pulled him by his collar to a private corner of the room. He was transfixed by her eyes. She was as tall as he was in her heels, and her scent so close up surrounded him in a narcotic fog.

Was it musk? Maybe. No flowers. Wood. Hay. It was supra feminine. Way beyond. His breath came in short gasps.

“When was the last time you came like you really wanted to, Aiden?”

He snapped out of his reverie. His brow furrowed. He tried to summon up indignation, but it wouldn’t come. She did not smile, did not move. He was mesmerized.

“Answer my question.”

“I’m married.”

“Happily, I’m sure,” she said. She walked toward the wall, by a large cabinet. He walked backwards, until his back hit it. “but that is not my question.”

He swallowed hard. She pulled him gently behind the cabinet. Now, no one could see them.

His mouth moved over the words for a couple of seconds before they came out. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, friction causes orgasm. All well and good, but when was the last time that you came, hard, exactly in the way you wanted to? Be it, deep in an asshole… or, with her hands around your neck, or, maybe, with your arms bound tight over your head,” she said, watching his face closely.

“I don’t do-“ he cleared his dry, dry throat. “-I don’t do any of those things.”

Could she read his shame? It was unnerving.

“I want to touch you, Aiden.”

“Stop saying my name.” He didn’t move a muscle.

“Why?”

“Because…it’s mine.” He was disconcerted at how weak he felt. He couldn’t move. He didn’t want to. He was throbbing. She knew - she had done it. Hypnotized him.

“I’ll call you whatever I want, pet,” she said.

“I am a former minister and current-“ she squeezed his cheeks. Her hands, delicate, feminine, were painfully strong. He wanted to be angry. So badly. But instead, he whimpered.

Her eyes changed, become soft. “I will stop right now if you want me to. I can go no further without permission. But I want you, Aiden. My way.”

She let him go. He was dizzy, as if the pressure in the room had suddenly dropped. His hands were fists at his sides. Her eyes traveled his body hungrily, and rested on the straining bulge between his legs. She bowed her head and waited.

“Permission?”

“To touch you. I don’t take what isn’t freely given,” she said. She looked at his lips and licked her own.

He looked around, then at the gold band on his finger. It was so shiny. His vows had become a curse.

“I don’t mean to steal you from your wife, darling,” she said, smiling. “I just want a proper taste of what she’s so sorely misused.”

She was no backstreet madame. His insistent erection made him feel powerful. When was the last time a woman like her prepositioned him? Not since university.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “What kind of taste?” he asked, looking at her through thick eyelashes.

She smiled slowly and pressed her body against him.

He sighed as she unbuckled his belt. “Here?” The zipper sung, then she pulled him out of his pants.

“You’re hard at work, aren’t you?” she said. “And I’m sure you won’t last enough to be suspicious.”

She lifted her tight skirt over her hips and he groaned. She didn’t have a stitch on over her suspenders. Her cunt wafted a new deliciousness to him.

His lizard brain buzzed.

That’s the scent.

She lifted her heeled foot to a chair right by them and rubbed the back of his neck, then squeezed. He whimpered again.

“You’re a vision,” she said, and slid two fingers in his mouth. Without thinking, he sucked. Hard.

She cooed happily, then pushed them to the back of his throat. He gagged, and thick spittle covered her hand.

“Perfect,” she said, and wrapped it around his cock.

He groaned.

“Shhh.” she said, her mouth centimeters from his. “Be silent for me.” Her breasts pressed against him. Her breath was sweet.

She jerked him slowly, with a steady hand, rubbing the slippery head of his cock on her inner thighs. He could feel the heat of her pussy, and madly, he wanted in. He put his hands on her waist, but she hissed.

“Hands at your sides, pet. No touching. Not yet.”

He pouted, but thrust his hips forward.

“Look,” she said, and spread wider. She kept jerking, slowly, maddeningly, as she parted her cunt lips so he could see her pink. He bit his lip. She looked at him and licked her own lips. She began to rub her clit as she touched him. He began to pump slowly into her hand, but she pushed his hips into the wall with a wet hand. He felt it and lunged at her, wanting to kiss.

She shook her head. “You don’t determine rhythm, pet.” She wiggled her pussy damp finger in his face. He stuck his tongue out and licked it. She slapped his mouth. “Cheat.”

He bit her finger softly, then sucked it again, slower, his brown eyes going amber with arousal.

“You slut,” she said, but her knees were weak. Men like this were rare. Powerful, yet in need of a firm hand. How she wanted to be that hand, since his silly bitch of a wife didn’t know what she had.

She caressed the back of his neck again, feeding him her fingers, one by one. She put her foot down and stood in front of him so his hard cock was squeezed just right between her firm thighs.

“Move. Now,” she said. He began to thrust into the delicious flesh of her inner thighs. She licked the shell of his ear and bit the tender lobe. She rubbed her lips against the smooth skin of his neck, but did not suck. She couldn’t mark him.

He thrust closer and closer to the wet bit of thigh right below her pussy, and she let him. Her hands went to his ass and squeezed. He flexed in her grip and she moaned softly into his ear.

“I want your-, he said. His hands remained at his sides, like she’d instructed.

“My what?”

“Your red mouth.”

She rubbed her nose against his. Her breath warmed his lips.

“Bold minister. What would you have me do with my red mouth?” She began to move rhythmically against him.

He bit back a grunt. “Suck it.”

“Suck what?” She traced his swollen lips with a pussy-scented finger.

“My cock.”

“Ah. And… then?” He was dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel his heat on her now. Sweat beaded her brow. She took his hand and pressed it against her. “Stroke me,” she said, and pressed the pad of his finger against her clit. He obeyed, brilliantly. His mouth curled into the faintest ghost of a smile. His arrogance made her moan.

“I want you to drink me down,” he said into her mouth, then kissed her, hard. She pulled away in surprise. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, then curled his fingers into her. She cried out into his mouth.

“How long has it been?” he said, his fingers moving quickly inside her, kneading expertly.

Since she had a man like minister Hoynes? “Too long,” she said. He pushed her into the wall and grunted into her neck with every twist of his wrist and almost immediately she was twitching and biting the padded shoulder of his suit. He chuckled into her neck and gently pushed her to kneeling in front of him.

“Now suck.”

This time she obeyed, greedily, noisily. Spittle ran down her chin and her eyes closed with the deliciousness of his musk and salt. She put her hands on his hips but it was him to establish the rhythm. The hem of his shirt tickled her face as she swallowed him, and he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs.

“All the way,” he whispered, and pushed to the back of her throat. She groaned, but did not resist. His balls tightened against her chin. She moaned into him, knowing it would push him to finish.

“Good,” he said, dragging the word out as he pulsed into her eagerly sucking mouth. To his delight, she didn’t lose a drop.

He pulled her up and helped her smooth down her dress. He took a handkerchief out of his chest pocket and wiped her face, then his. Soon, it was stained red.

He looked to his shoulder, where she had bitten down when she came. “You stained my jacket,” he said, taking it off.

“Send me the bill,” she said. Her tongue was still heavy with pleasure. She took the kerchief from his hand and wiped her thighs, smiling.

“I will hold you to that,” he said. “This is Savile Row.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” she said, looking at his lipstick stained cock. She wiped the paint off with a clean corner of the rag and pulled up his pants. She locked eyes with him as she zipped him up and buckled his belt, then smoothed his shirt. “A better one, worthy of PM.”

His smile faltered. “You’re mad.”

“No, I’m not. And you should really visit me at my studio. You’d be surprised who you run into, Mr. Hoynes,” she said, winking at him. “Absolutely shocked.”

He gave her a calculating look. “Le Cordon Rouge,” he said, nodding at her.

“Soon?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Come alone,” she said. She reapplied her lipstick looking at a Chanel compact mirror.

“Of course,” he said, giving her ass a last squeeze. He was suddenly in a very, very good mood.

She walked out of the room, whistling.

#uglywettiewrites #aiden hoynes #the politician's husband #David Tennant #fan fiction

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artnerd1123 · 5 years ago

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Sunlight

a drabble that’s a bit more personal than the others i’ve written. this time, we get a peek into a space that’s all my own. how about a look into the mind of an artist?

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It was a vast space, seeming to stretch on forever. Everything was quiet. Dull. Darkness and dusky dimness spread all over everything. It was impossible to see what was around. Except for one thing. Someone stood in the middle of it all. One hand clutched a necklace, the other buried in the front pocket of a much loved gray hoodie. Blue-green eyes slid across the blackness around her. Softly, she spoke. “... Alright. Now. I know it’s been a hot minute since we did any of this… but…” She took a breath. Let it out slowly. A soft smile bubbled up onto her face as she pulled her hand from her pocket. A small metal box with a switch was grasped in her fingers. “Let’s get to work.”

One flick of the switch, and color bloomed everywhere in the void around her. Warm splashes of faded yellow, pink, and orange jumped into being in place of the black walls and floor. People around her blinked, surprised at the sudden light, but nonetheless delighted. They pulled off most of the gilded strings stuck to their bodies. The red stains spattered around them shrank and disappeared as the light touched them. The comforting sounds of hardworking machinery started up in the background. Music sprang up, lacing through the excited hum of voices and strange contraptions. The one who’d flicked the switch looked over it all. A lopsided grin and a mischievous glint in her eye showed off how giddily pleased she was. “A-ha-lright! Now that’s what I’m talkin about!” she laughed. Shoving the switch back into her pocket, the lass clapped her hands together. “It’s bright, we’re all up, and it’s time to get this party started!” And with that, she trotted off into the familiar warren of rooms around her. The soft yellow glow of the walls was a friendly, comforting sight as she jogged. In one room, a young sorcerer fumbled with piles of paper. He muttered to himself as he sorted them, his pen scribbling on additions as he thought of them. The lass leaned in the doorway. Her eyes danced over all the scripts before her. “Those look great, Journ!” she called joyfully. The sorcerer, Journal, looked up sharply. When he saw who it was, his gaze softened a bit. “Hey, boss… you really think so?” He fiddled around with a couple of the aforementioned stories. Eager hesitance showed all over his face. “They’re a little rushed, but I can definitely work on expanding em!” “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m counting on!” she smirked. “You get those down to the daydreamer’s room as soon as you can. We’re gonna have a lotta fun with these~” Leaving the sorcerer happily arranging his papers, the lass continued on. She practically skipped down the halls. Passing various people, they all chattered happily amongst themselves. As she neared another door, a small imp skittered out of it. He held a tray of golden orbs in front of him. “Miss! Miss!” he called, running up to her. “These ones kept jumping off the shelves this morning! I wanted to make sure you saw them before I did anything else!” “Oh?” she said, tilting her head. “Let me take a look…” The gilded orbs pulsed softly as she ran a gentle hand over them. Laughter floated up from them, glittering through the air. Devious smiles and shared jokes, yelling song lyrics and gleeful scribblings, all topped off with a couple shades of sepia and earthy brown. The lass listened and felt the sensations. Quietly, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. “... these are good ones,” she said softly. “Take care to put them back gently. And if they start turning gray again, make sure to let me know. I’ll bring out my polish.” “Ok, Miss!” the imp chirped. “See you around!!!” “Of course, lil imp!” She ruffled his fur happily. Watching him run back into the room of memories, she let her reminiscent smile grow back into a grin. She still had one more big stop to make. Dashing down the halls now, she raced towards a room that positively boomed with activity. Sliding into the entrance, she gazed around at the huge room around her. People swarmed around the place. A familiar black haired werewolf was brushing up on some of her fighting moves. Claws slashed through the air in time to her snarling growls. Her yellow eyes flashed back to blue at the sight of the lass, and she gave her a friendly wave. The lass waved back, and the werewolf went back to her howling frenzy. In another spot, a group of demons, angels, and some in between argued over origin stories. They sat in a place not unlike a coffee shop, tails flicking and wings folded gracefully behind chairs. The lass watched them banter and joke for a moment. Ah, that would be a fun one to puzzle out… but she’d leave them to it for now. It would be nice to come back to later. In another spot, people were setting up stages. Journal had arrived with his scripts, standing over near a little paint cat, grinning as he listened to him practice his roars. A lady in pirates’ garb glanced herself over in a mirror, tugging on her belts and pouches. She twirled a grassy scepter in her hand, tossing it in the air. She caught a literal blade of grass when it came down. The lass watching her cheered. A lady in gray was reading over her lines, practicing a few eldritch screeches in between them. A bucket of blackened ooze sat beside her. It pulsed every time she shrieked, but she paid it no mind. It wasn’t to be used yet, anyway. A familiar stood across from her, singing softly as she inspected her own outspread wings. Her many eyes glanced about the room, but they didn’t look worried. They caught on the lass, and the familiar looked up. She beamed at her. Waving enthusiastically, she made a “flying” motion with her wings. The lass laughed, nodding. “Of course! Just wait until later, I’ve got scripts for that!” Clapping her paws together happily, the familiar sent an overjoyed glance over at the paint cat. He waved back at her timidly. Moving on with a rueful shake of her head, the lass went over to inspect her materials. There was plenty of cotton, stuffing, and even some cloud. All good things for fluff. But where had all the fake blood gone? And her strings? Or any of that dark ooze, aside from the bucket the lady in gray had with her? Ah! There it was! A couple background characters were carrying it all back to its dark chamber. “Hey! Don’t put that angst away!” she called, jogging over. “We need some out!” “But I thought we were doing fluff today,” one said, confused. “We are,” the lass winked, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t have this good stuff on our backburner, eh?” Evidently, her devilish grin was contagious. The background characters smirked at each other. “Of course, boss!” “Whatever you say!” With that, they started dragging the chest of angst back over to the materials station. The lass couldn’t keep the evil smirk off her face. “Ohoho, don’t worry… this is gonna be fun~”

Evidently, she spent more of her time eagerly popping in to check on her scripts. The imp came by with memories, occasionally. Sometimes she shook one out to add a little flair to a particular daydream. As time wore on, the lass felt something following her around at her heels. When she glanced back, she could see two shadowy wolves tagging after her. She gave them a soft smile. “Hey, you two…” she whispered. She knelt down, even though they were tall enough to reach her shoulders. Her hands gently ruffled and stroked their dark fur. “How’re we doing today?” One of them gave a soft huff, but nuzzled her nonetheless. The other simply stared at her for a moment. When she opened her mouth to ask what was up, it leapt forward and bowled her over with slobbery kisses. Her laughter rang out across the room as both wolves peppered her with their happy nuzzles and baying. She buried her face in their soft fur as they bounced around. “Good to know!” she beamed, ruffling their fluffy heads. “Let’s do what we can to keep it that way!” Dusting herself off, the lass started to pick herself up off the ground. Suddenly, a hand reached down from behind her. The lass jumped at the sight. Glancing back, her eyes caught on the gentle blue gaze of Aiden. His eyes danced with the glint of repressed laughter, his amused smile confirming the quiet mirth. She smiled up at him. “Thanks,” she said, taking his hand. “No problem, Miss,” he replied, pulling her to her feet. He brushed off some of the extra fur from the wolves that still nudged her sides. She gave them both some affectionate pats. She could feel Aiden’s eyes still on her. Glancing up, she raised a brow. “‘S there something you want to say?” she asked. Aiden chuckled softly. “Just wanted to ask you how you’re doing,” he said softly. The lass felt her smile fade to something… smaller. The wolves at her sides shifted from paw to paw uncertainly. She held out a hand to steady them. Looking Aiden in the eye, she let some of her tiredness show. The bags under her eyes hadn’t quite disappeared. She could feel the bandages on her arms brush against the fabric of her hoodie sleeves. But she was still standing. She was still there. Raising one hand slowly, she flipped it palm up. A softly glowing heart materialized above it. Its sunset orange surface was littered with small cracks. Most of them were filled with gold. A few of the deeper ones were healed over with silver, instead. Aiden looked it over. Turned his gaze to the lass knowingly. Gave her a small nod to speak. The lass smiled a little more. “I’m doing better. I’m not sure how long the lights will be on, but… they’re on. For the first time in weeks. Maybe months. Things aren’t hurting much, if at all.” She chuckled softly. Sadly. “I’m just going to enjoy the feeling of this sun on my skin.” Aiden gently patted her shoulder. His expression was one of quiet pride. “Do what you need to do,” he told her quietly. “You’ll be ok whether the lights are on or off. We’re all proud of you.” The lass’ smile trembled. She reached up to wipe some tears from her eyes. A moment later, she reached over to give Aiden a hug. She felt him gently pat her back. “... Thank you…” “Anytime, Miss. Anytime.”

She pulled out after a minute or so. Taking a breath, she allowed the bouncy, eager energy to return to her. She hopped from foot to foot eagerly. “I’ve gotta be off, but I’ll see you around!” she said excitedly. Aiden nodded, waving. “I’ll be down in the daydream room,” he chuckled. “Have fun!” “You know I will!” she crowed, cackling. And with that, she took off down the hallways. Racing past room after room of interests, memories, events, and responsibilities, the lass just enjoyed the feeling of everything blowing past. Everything in its place. Some of it was new. Most of it was old. All of it was changing slightly. But she could handle that. The lights were on, and the room of daydreams was full of fantastical ideas, gleeful entertainment, and fond thoughts, and everything was light again.

The lass stood over it all, her hands on her hips. It all spread before her like the set of a movie. And her? Well. She was it’s director. Rubbing her hands together, she pulled a megaphone out of the air behind her.

“AAAAAAAAAALRIGHTY, EVERYONE! LET’S TAKE IT ALL FROM THE TOP!”

She breathed in the buzzing ecstasy of the activity around her, grinning hugely.

“The art den is back in business!”

#arty writes #it my sona #that's the gal that's walkin around the whole time slkdfs #but! this was fun!#there's a lot that goes on in this place; and it's always fun to piece it all together #plus this is self indulgent #and we all need self indulgent stuff in our lives lskdfjds #hope y'all enjoy!#... and; for the record #i am feelin a lil better as of yesterday and today #so; hey!#that's good!#still just gonna take my time n be gentle #cuz turning things to gold is a careful process

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