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Recom Mansk x Recom f. Y/N

"A Different Kind Of Warmth"

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Summary: Mansk and Y/N survive the final battle on the sinking ship and escape. Both are lost in the forest and as night falls, the cold reaches their skin. To warm up, they huddle for warmth but Mansk has a hard time containing his rising feelings.

WARNINGS: SMUT, angst, death, near-death experience, fluff, breeding kink, penetration, soft/sub Mansk

Word Count: 9426

When I woke up as a recom, I had hope for life. The new body, new attitude and new mission had me thinking we had a chance to win this time. Boy, was I wrong.

The S-79 SeaDragon was going down, slowly becoming submerged by water. The water I was struggling in. I was on the lower deck along with the Colonel and a few other soldiers when all hell broke loose. The recom team was being taken down one by one and soon enough everyone was fending for themselves. I had been knocked into the water by falling heavy equipment and was now holding onto the railing on the side of the huge ship. It was tilted and sinking and I knew it wouldn’t keep me above the surface for long.

I didn’t know where to go or what to do. Climbing back up on deck and looking for Sully was suicide. Drowning sounded better to me than getting an axe to the head or an arrow in my side.

I didn’t plan on swimming for much longer. Everyone was dead and I didn’t know how to get back to Bridgehead. The feeling of being alone started to drown me more than the water and my heart ached as I tried making a list in my head of who could still be alive. I just saw 3 of us die. Meaning that maybe Lyle was alive. I don’t know where Quaritch is and I haven’t seen Mansk. I know Z-Dog is down, along with Prager. Lopez and Ja died a few hours earlier.

The rail I was holding was now fully submerged in the ocean’s water and I was standing on it until I couldn’t feel it beneath me anymore. My legs and arms were sore from swimming and I felt myself growing weaker. I was turning around, looking for any available platform I could cling to or land but everything was either sinking or too far away. The SeaDragon was slowly tipping over and its side was coming down over me. I was ready to let the deck just drown me and pull me down but suddenly a huge splash erupted next to me. I gasp, turning around to see what it was and then I recognised an Avatar’s head breaking through the surface and gasping for air. It was Mansk and his wide eyes met my own.

I sigh in relief, letting my eyes flutter closed for a few seconds as I realise I’m not about to be killed by a Na’vi.

“Y/N?” he asked breathlessly, fighting to keep his head above water. I frantically nod, swimming over to him a bit.

“Yeah.” I gasp, coughing some water out of my lungs. He nods, seeming relieved by my presence. At least we weren’t alone.

“Did you see anyone else?” I ask, searching around us again. Mansk weakly shakes his head ‘no’ and I sigh. He turned around, not seeming as lost as me.

I feel glad that he seemed to have a plan. I was going to just swim in the same spot until I drown but now I had a reason to stay alive.

He leads the way, swimming away from the ship and I follow, feeling too weak to question where we are going. Or where he was going. I didn’t want to stay behind.

Mansk seemed to have more strength than me. I had been swimming for almost half an hour so I was struggling to keep up.

He was faster and I was slightly panicking internally, hoping he wouldn’t leave me behind.

Mansk and I were mutual friends I guess. We knew we were on the same side and that we could rely on each other but I never had a proper conversation with him. He was very distant around people.

He turned around in the water, noticing you weren’t as close behind as he hoped. His movements in the water stopped proceeding forward as he watched you swim to him, noticing your movements and stamina falter. Mansk’s heart was racing and adrenaline was rushing through his veins from the battle. In the back of his mind, he wondered whether anyone else was alive. Either way, he had you now and he couldn’t let anything happen to either of you. Clearly, you had been struggling for longer than him so he needed to help you get to land.

Mansk’s arm reached out for mine, pulling me to him and my eyes opened at the contact. Since I last saw him so far from me, my heart dropped at the feeling of being touched and I dreaded it to be something from the ocean. Luckily it was Mansk and he scanned over me with a worried expression.

I tasted blood in my mouth and felt it coming from my nose.

I hold on to his vest, coughing again after nearly choking on more salty water. My tired eyes were closing and my legs were no longer able to push me as far as before.

“Almost there.” he said, stretching his left arm under my arms to keep me stable.

His voice took me by surprise. He had spoken a few times but I still couldn’t remember what he sounded like because it was so rare. Mansk spoke in a deep tone, sounding hoarse from the fight.

I nod while gasping for air and he realises he’s running out of time with me. His ears strain back against his head and he tightens his grip around me to not lose me.

Mansk starts swimming again, pulling me with him while my legs and arms try to boost me forwards and up weakly.

All my muscles hurt and I couldn’t properly swim anymore.

Mansk clenched his jaw, not tearing his eyes away from the targeted land he had found. He was going to get you both there alive. His arms started slicing through the water as he pulled you behind him by your vest. He wasn’t going to leave you, he was going to make it there so he used all the strength he had in him to do so.

I felt like I was going to pass out and suddenly, the arm pulling me through the water let go of me. My body stilled and I soon realised I was sinking down. The noise of the loud crashing waves stilled as water filled my ears and everything went quiet. No more splashing or creaking from the sinking boat. Just a faint ringing in my ears and my heartbeat which I felt pounding in my ears and in the back of my head. I faintly open my eyes, staring up at the water's surface, noticing the small bubbles from my nose push upwards in a squiggly line. It seems so close yet so agonisingly difficult to reach. As if it were teasing my bodies strength, in a cruel test of agility and strength.

The weighty resistance on my chest prevented me from gasping for air and as I slowly sunk, I felt myself be distanced from life more and more. The life I didn’t actually ask for but the one I was ordered to have. A life in an artificial body of the species I was hunting to kill.

My already weakened limbs seem to be moving in slow motion as I search for something to hold on to and pull me up, but I’m surrounded by endless amounts of heavy and dark water, threatening to force its way into my body and fill me up until I become one with the ocean. The passing seconds of time seem to strain and stretch into eternity as my need for air makes me dizzy. Once again I felt alone and abandoned. My memories were blurred together and I wasn’t even sure whether I had seen Mansk at all. Perhaps I had been drowning this entire time and was only imagining being saved by him while I drifted in and out of consciousness. Maybe everyone really was dead and I was now the last one to go.

My chest felt as though it was going to burst and the natural instinct to breathe overpowered my reasonability and I desperately attempted to inhale and draw in air when it was clear there was none. The liquid seeped into my lungs making me feel heavier as I sunk and moved with the waves. The uncomfortable feeling made terror shoot through my weak body as I started to realise that my time was running out. Thinking of death when one is safe doesn’t seem threatening but now I was maybe just minutes away from everything I had ever experienced coming to an end. It was fastly approaching and helplessness spurred me on to struggle and swim to the surface.

My vision blurs like my thoughts and I notice my state of panic vanish. The light around me fades along with the chaos as I float in an eery haze of calmness and stillness.

Suddenly, my heart seems to reboot out of shock. I hear a muffled yet crashing noise above me and light rays shine down on my luminescent blue skin as the surface of the water breaks. Bubbles break out in the targeted area, hiding the object causing the surface to ripple. Then, a hand pushes through the surface and grabs onto my vest, making me realise I wasn’t that deep in the water. My mouth opens from the habit to gasp and the last remaining large bubbles of oxygen leave my lips. The arm pulls my still body up and within seconds I feel much heavier again. Water is no longer engulfing me and my movements are not as restricted. My legs and arms scrape against a hard rock when suddenly I feel steady ground beneath me.

Mansk had reached the shore and climbed it so that he could pull me on it after him. He had reached the top of the flat rock and turned around to help me up when he noticed I was no longer there. Panic washed over him as his wide eyes hastily searched the water for my body and he spotted it beneath the waves. Without hesitation, Mansk leaned forwards and hurriedly fished for one of my limbs to be able to help me up. Relief calmed him when he gripped onto me and his arms tugged me away from the edge of the water and next to him on the ground.

I hurled myself forward, quickly scanning my surroundings and faintly realising I was on land and with Mansk. Laying on my belly while my back arched uncomfortably, I desperately coughed up all the heavy water I had taken in. My lungs hurt and my body ached while I propped myself up on my elbows and gasped for air between coughs and chokes. Mansk leaned forwards, also breathing heavily and laid his hand on my back while I struggled to breathe again.

My hands were pressed flat against the wet rock as I regained my senses, trying to calm my breathing. I allowed myself to close my eyes from exhaustion for a few seconds before looking at Mansk.

“Mansk-” I whimper with red eyes and a trembling voice.

He saw the fear in my eyes and instantly felt responsible and blameworthy for the situation I was just in. What was just a few seconds or a minute to him seemed like ages to my previously submerged self.

But I was just grateful to be alive with him. I wanted to somehow express my feelings of appreciation for his help even though it was the bare minimum but my mind was still a mess. Maybe give him a hug or tell him a few heartfelt words but I knew that all that would barely scratch the surface of the depth of my feelings. I had too many emotions surging through me.

“You okay?” he asked, knowing I could obviously be better. He just wanted to make sure I wasn’t too traumatised or maybe I had a wound he didn’t know about.

It takes me a few seconds to answer because I just recently wanted to cry for help. In contrast, now I nodded my head slowly.

“Yeah. Are you?” I ask, stumbling forwards on my knees slightly and leaning against him.

He catches me by my shoulders and props me up straight while I feel around his torso for wounds.

The desperation of my actions warms his heart when he realises there could be a chance of me truly caring about him.

“Yeah.” he replies, his voice scruffy. I scan over him to make sure and then nod, leaning back on my feet. Neither of us was okay. We were far from it. But we weren’t dying anymore. And as marines and in the military, you are okay as long as you’re alive and not being held at gunpoint.

The weight of the situation started to sink in as I turned around on the rock and faced the almost fully sunken ship. Mansk watched it too and it made us both feel uneasy. Our friends that we’ve known for years were on there. Their dead bodies were probably sinking in the water while he sat up here and watched. Almost instantly I felt guilty. There must have been a way I could have helped them but I didn’t and now there was nothing I could do.

I press down on the call in my throat. “Does anyone copy?” I ask, hoping one of our team members will reply. Mansk presses his own and listens in but the line is dead. No one replies and my heart sinks to my stomach.

Without me noticing my breaths grew heavy and unsteady again and my nose twitched, providing me with the sign that tears were forming in my eyes.

Mansk sat a little behind me, letting the harsh reality sink in while I refused to accept it and still searched to see if anyone was swimming or moving. But there was nothing. The action was gone and suddenly, the world felt dystopian and scary.

Both of us were drenched, sitting in the puddles of water that drained and trickled from our clothes and attire.

We sit in silence for a while. Both of our minds are too full of thoughts and feelings we need time to reorganise them and come back to our senses.

I come to the conclusion that we can’t stay here but I also realise we have no way of getting back. The communication pieces on our necks and in our ears were damaged and even if our Ikrans found us we wouldn’t know the way back to Bridghead.

I slowly turn around to Mansk. He looks like he’s going to be sick. Being abandoned and alone on a foreign planet surrounded by dangerous and unknown creatures is not something the military can prepare a soldier for. We also knew that every Na’vi we encountered from now on would not hesitate to kill us for the destruction and devastation we caused. I didn’t even blame them for it.

The scene of the sinking SeaDragon showed me how disastrous and fatal our actions were. To me, the fallen soldiers and warriors from both sides are a haunting sight. I can spot a few bodies motionlessly floating in the water or stretched along the wreckage. The cost of war on this planet didn’t seem worth it. From that battle of hell, Mansk and I had survived. But we were not victorious. What I was looking at was not victory. We were defeated survivors, left to fend for ourselves in a world that resented us.

“What do we do now?” I ask, wondering whether he might have a plan to get us out of here. Mansk’s eyes were unfocused, emotionlessly staring at the wreck in the ocean but my voice drew him from his thoughts and back to reality. He stared at me, opening his mouth in an attempt to say something before closing it again.

He didn’t know. Both of us were helpless. But what was clear was that we couldn’t stay here, drenched in clothes that symbolised our side of the war.

The eclipse was almost over and the sky grew darker.

“Come.” he said and I watched him get up before forcing myself off the ground with the remaining strength I had. Yep, he wasn’t much of a talker.

But I could trust him and I knew he was thinking like me. We needed shelter to survive the night and freezing on a wet rock is not the way to do it. So we headed to the forest. This was common sense, especially for Marines.

Mansk walked slightly ahead of me while I limped after him. Our guns were useless and gone so we were left with only our daggers. I had a knife and Mansk had one of Lyle’s machetes.

We left the coast behind, warily walking into the deadly forest which still haunted us from experiences in both our lives.

The light of day had now vanished, and the trees further dimmed our surroundings. But our new bodies enabled us to see clearly in the dark.

I was moving forward with a hand on my hip in pain while my head was dropped and my eyes weak. It was only then that I started to notice the grass become luminous beneath my feet.

My ears perked forwards and I looked around, noticing the colour and the light of the forests of Pandora at night. The beauty of it entranced me, making me forget the hate we were told we should have for this world. Despite its dangers, the forest was magical and it lured us deeper in. Oddly, I felt connected to it in some way. Forgetting the harm I had just caused, I felt drawn to the trees. Perhaps my body was trying to persuade my mind to switch sides again. It happened before. This blue Avatar wanted me to naturalise here but my willpower was stronger.

My eyes shoot up and I scan over Mansk. He seems inattentive to the surrounding lights and colours. Sometimes, I feel like he sees the world in black and white because he never sympathises with things. No matter what beautiful sight of Pandora you would show him, Mansk would not fall into its trap. Not that he was fighting his will, he just genuinely disliked this planet.

Mansk was walking at my speed so that I wouldn’t fall behind and his arms smoothly swung as he held the machete. He had used it to cut the path free from plants but now the large leaves had vanished. I noticed how tense he looked. His ears were tipped back but his tail was still. He lost his shades because they weren’t on his head as usual. My eyes drifted over him while I completely spaced out from reality. The long-sleeved uniform he wore suited him. It would be unlike Mansk to walk around in a tank top or something similar to Quaritch’s attire. I never understood why but I didn’t question it. At least he wasn’t as oddly self-obsessed as many others. His vest emphasized his broad torso which evidently slimmed down at his waist and the cloth around his arms strained a little through the muscle. Mansk was lean and I found myself admiring him which I had done once or twice before. It embarrassed me to think of him like this because I wanted to be professional but then I would remind myself that our team really wasn’t professional. Sure, around people ranking higher than us yes. The Colonel too, but between us many acted like teenagers. Not just Lyle.

My eyes mindlessly continue to stare at him and he seems to feel them, turning around and glancing at me. Our eyes lock and suddenly I don’t know what to do so I quickly avert my gaze back to the ground before letting it flicker to the many plants. He keeps his eyes on me for a few more seconds, examining me himself before turning back to the front. My heartbeat picked up its pace even though he showed me no emotion and my thoughts were scattered. That’s why I was once again not paying attention and I bumped into him as he stopped.

Mansk glanced over his shoulder and his ears perked as he watched you recover from thumping into him before looking away again. He smiled to himself. Not a big smile, just the corners of his mouth lifted in slight amusement and his tail flicked. But he wouldn’t let you see, so he quickly hid his emotions with his neutral and unbothered expression.

I rubbed my forehead and my ears drooped in embarrassment. Mansk hadn’t even been nudged forward through my actions, it felt like hitting a brick wall.

“How ‘bout there?” he asked and instantly my attention devoted itself to him and his voice. My ears twitch forward and I step out from behind him to let my eyes follow where he is looking. It’s a larger tree and it looked dead. Perhaps it had been hit by lightning at some point but what was attractive to us was the fact that it had fallen over halfway onto another tree creating a type of shelter. I looked around, noticing there was a grass patch surrounding it and we could stand beneath the fallen trunk in the case of rain.

While you’re scanning the place, Mansk’s eyes are fixed on you. His ears finally let loose from being flattened back and move forward slightly as he eyes your facial features, taking note of your luminescent patterns, your nervously twitching ears and nose. His stern gaze softens for the first time in a few hours. You had been walking for a while and he only let his mask of steel falter and slip up when you were battling the water.

The way your eyes sparkled in the lights of the night had him unable to take his eyes off of you for a few extra seconds.

I turned to look up at him and he almost flinched away. His ears immediately pinned back and his tail froze. His retreating actions startled me and I waited a few seconds before answering.

“Let’s check it out.” I say softly, choosing to lead the way for a change.

Mansk watches me start to walk to the tree. He lets his hands rest on his waist as he drops and shakes his head lightly before following me.

He should feel endangered and worried but somehow you’re presence distracted him from the horrors you both had just witnessed and you were all he could think about.

I walk beneath the tree, running my hand over the dried-up bark. It was stable and the ground felt soft to my bare feet.

Mansk reaches me, turning around and scanning over the place. I stand still for a few moments in thought before a shiver runs over me and I notice I’m hugging myself for warmth.

We were still wearing our drenched clothes and they were keeping our skin moist and cold and had our clothes stick to it.

Mansk turns around to me and I nod a few times in approval of the place before starting to unstrap my vest. The water made it feel heavier.

He felt cold too and noticed what I was doing so he followed. A strap was stuck because the plastic was busted so I cut a part of it open, discarding the useless material on the ground. My tank top followed, which I had to peel from my skin because it was still soaked. I pulled it over my head and started wrenching and twisting the water out of the cloth and onto the ground.

Mansk slightly turned away from me and was doing the same with his coat.

My legs were freezing so I started opening my belt. I then moved against the side of the tree and sat down so I could strip the cold pants off. I sighed, rubbing my forehead again out of exhaustion before throwing them onto my pile of clothes.

I sat cross-legged on the grass in my underwear. Luckily it wasn’t too revealing. The sports bra could count as a top and my underwear was the length of tight shorts.

Mansk had taken his top clothes off, holding them in his hand and he kept his cammies on. He turned to you and noticed your bare skin but he turned his head away not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. He also wanted to stay focused on somehow getting back to Bridgehead and looking at you would not help him concentrate.

He sat down next to me but kept his distance. Mansk seemed unsure of the situation. He’d never been in this position before.

I glanced at him, also quickly tearing my eyes away in case he would notice me staring again. My hands were around my braid which carried water in the hair and I was trying to squeeze it out.

We sat in comfortable silence and I winced, letting out a squeak of pain when I twisted my queue too harshly.

Mansk’s eyes flickered to me at the noise and he watched what I was doing. We were still getting used to the body and I’ve never had to drain water from my Kuru cord yet.

The RDA told us we didn’t have to shower because Na’vi don’t sweat the same way humans do.

I look at him and this time he doesn’t cower away. Mansk kept his pants on and his cord wet. The perfect way of getting sick. The water from his queue was drizzling down his bare torso.

I start opening my braid, carefully untangling the hair so that I could squeeze the water out of it without hurting myself. Mansk is still subtly watching me.

“You should do it too. Otherwise, it’ll hurt you tomorrow.” I say, glancing back at him. Mansk ears perk forward at my words and he stays still for a few moments before looking at the braid resting over his shoulder. Using words to answer was rarely deemed necessary for him.

He slowly mirrors my movements and unsurely removes the hair tie before opening the braid. Our hair was thick and I knew it felt odd for him because he was used to having his hair buzzed short his entire life. His hands clumsily untangle the Kuru from our hair and I can tell it’s the first time he’s doing something like this. Mansk looks over at me to see how I’m drying mine, his lost and confused eyes trying to find answers.

I smile to myself, only opening it halfway because the water had seeped to the lower strands of hair and was dry on my scalp.

Once I was done, I leaned back against the bark, slumping my shoulders while re-braiding my hair around my queue. It took me a while to figure out how to keep it in the centre of the strands but eventually, it worked. When I finished I glanced over at Mansk who had almost opened his entire braid and had his fingers tangled in hair.

He was helpless.

“You need help?” I ask, biting my lip to suppress giggles. He glances at me in defeat and looks embarrassed that he can’t get it back together.

“Yeah.” He softly replies, removing his hands from his hair. I walk over to him on my knees and sit behind him.

“I don’t know how to braid.” He mumbles, sitting with his knees bent and torso leaned forward.

I run my fingers through the hair to straighten them out before separating them into three strands.

“I can teach you if you’d like.” I say, tilting my head to the side to look at him in case he decides to turn around and glance at me but Mansk stays still.

“Nah, it’s fine.” he replies, his voice quiet but still gravelly. My ears droop as my hope dies down. He should learn how to do it because he’ll be stuck with his queue until he dies. But I’m not going to push him.

My fingers start braiding away, gently holding his cord in place as I try my best to cover it with hair from all sides. Whenever I brush my fingers against the Kuru, I glance at him to make sure he’s all right and he is. Mansk looks unfazed to me.

You couldn’t see over his back. Mansk had his fists tightly closed and his body was tense. You two had never been so close before. He hadn’t been like this with anyone and he never planned on it but with the situation you two were in, Mansk had to push himself a little. He would never let anyone braid his hair. The idea seemed stupid and pathetic to him but weirdly, he trusted you enough to do it right and not mock him for not knowing how to. But you touching him like that had its downsides. Mansk forced himself to suppress shivers every time your fingers held his queue or grazed his back. He was nervous and the feeling felt almost threatening to him because Mansk never felt that way.

Another cold shiver ran through my body and I tried curling myself up into a ball while finishing his braid. My tail was wrapped around my waist and my fingers were trembling.

Mansk must have felt it and he looked over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” I say, trying to suppress the frigid chills washing over me. “ It’s cold as fuck.” I add with a breathy laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

I knew he was quiet but I never had to deal with it one on one because we were always with the team. His silence had my thoughts running wild and I had to fight myself to not keep trying to fill it.

Mansk gives me the faintest nod and faces forwards again and I want to face-palm myself. For a few seconds, I wondered whether that was all the reply I would get from him.

“Are your clothes dry?” he then asks and my drooped ears twitch forwards and my eyes brighten.

“No. Still wet.” I say, looking over at my pile before returning my focus to his hair and tying the end with the hair tie.

“Here, it’s done.” My hands lift his braid and I place it over his shoulder so that he can see.

Mansk examines it with interested eyes. “Thanks.” He quietly replies and I nod, sitting back down against the tree. This time I was slightly close to him.

I pull in my legs, hugging my knees and curling my trembling tail around me before resting my chin on my legs. Perhaps we could make a fire but I was too exhausted to go and look for firewood and attempt to start it. I knew Mansk was too.

Mansk leaned back against the bark now too and the corners of his eyes caught the movement of your shivering frame, directing his attention back to you. Not that it ever left. Mansk wished he could give you his coat if it were dry but it wasn’t. He’d also much rather be wearing more himself.

I was brought back to the dreadful images of the shipwreck as the silence faded the reality around me. While my arms clutched my legs tightly I slowly rocked back and forth to try and keep me a little warmer. It also helped me calm down. My eyes were unfocused and I was staring in front of me with wide and blank eyes. I was so absentminded that I hadn’t noticed Mansk’s movements.

I felt something on my back and flinched in shock. Mansk quickly drew back his hand and looked at my confused expression.

I sighed and dropped my head down, feeling relieved that I was here and not in the water.

He had moved closer to me and we were seated right next to one another now. I tried calming my breathing again when Mansk repeatedly gently placed his hand on my back. He could tell I was having a hard time digesting what happened today so I guess this was his way of comforting me. I didn’t mind it. In fact, I pushed into the feeling of the palm of his hand. It was warm against my skin and I felt him radiate body heat against me.

I look up at him and give him a soft smile and he returns it for once before looking down at his legs.

His hand really did comfort me and I was forcing myself to stay seated upright and not just fall into him.

My eyes were fluttering closed because I felt tired but I couldn’t get anywhere near sleeping when I was this cold. They shot open when Mansk’s shivered and I felt his hand twitch. There was no doubt about it. We were both cold.

My head once again lifts and I look at him and his posture, wondering whether I can just lean into him. He lifts his head from having it leaned back against the tree and our eyes meet.

“Is it okay if I lean against you?” I ask with half-lidded eyes. I felt tired and I didn’t mind asking anymore. If he says no I’ll just tip to the other side and try to sleep.

Mansk seemed surprised by my words but I had a feeling he was thinking of the same thing. It was chilly and we could stay warm if we shared our body heat. I couldn’t feel my warmth but he could and vice versa.

His perked ears of interest now leaned back as he attempted to answer.

“Uh-” Mansk swallowed nervously as I stared up at him. “Yeah, sure.” He said, internally cursing himself for stuttering.

I smile and scoot a little closer. Mansk lifts his arm up as I move under it and then I just lean my upper body into his, lying against his side. My body relaxes with the feeling of his warmth and I hum in appreciation.

He stays still for a few seconds, not daring to even breathe. Then he slowly lowers his arm and unsurely rests it around my shoulder.

My head is resting against the side of his chest and I discover how comfortable Mansk feels.

I push my legs a little closer to his frame all while he watches from above and my arm loosely drapes around his middle.

Yep, that’ll do. If we’re still stuck here tomorrow night then Mansk will become my regular bed.

He slowly eases himself against me, trying to relax his tense body. The skin-to-skin contact was something he hadn’t felt in ages and it was electrifying to him. Mansk would never give nor receive physical affection. The most he would do with his friends were handshakes and knuckle bumps or a pat on the back. He hadn’t given anyone a hug in years so to receive something like this had his heartbeat racing and Mansk prayed you wouldn’t feel it.

The tip of his tail was wagging and lightly thumping against the ground so Mansk rested his free hand on it to stop the movements. He didn’t want you to know about what a nervous wreck he had become since you both sat down.

My eyes were growing heavy but then I noticed something new. Mansk’s scent or more like his musk seemed to grow stronger. I wondered whether I was inhaling too deeply but I wasn’t. My eyes close again as I decide to brush it off. My head nudges his side as I move it to my comfort and now my ear is flatly pressed against his skin. Within seconds I can hear thumping and it doesn’t take me long to realise it’s his heartbeat and it’s fast.

I’m wide awake again, wondering about what was happening to him. Maybe he was afraid and was remembering the sinking ship, or he was in a painful position but didn’t want to wake me? Perhaps he felt sick.

I slowly lift myself up, rubbing an eye before looking up at him.

Mansk’s ears are drooped to the side and his eyes are wide as he watches your movements, dreading to hear you ask him why he’s so tense. When you look up at him his heart stops beating in fear and he freezes.

“Are you okay?” I ask but he refuses to meet my eyes or answer.

My head drops forward and I rub my other eye while thinking about what to do because he was silent.

“If it’s uncomfortable then I can move back and you- can…” I say, opening my eyes before I stop mid-sentence. While rubbing the sleep from them, my head was coincidentally pointed to his abdomen and as I opened my eyes, they were met with the least expected sight.

I shut up and my lips are slightly parted in surprise as I just stare down at his pants with wide eyes. His cammies are strained in his crotch area and I can see that Mansk has an erection.

To his horror, he can see that you’ve noticed what he’s been trying to hide and suppress. Everything seemed to be coming crashing down on him and he wished he could sink into the ground in shame.

You two worked together, he didn’t want you to think of him as some pervert. He also really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

While Mansk was cursing and hating himself I just kept staring. It took me longer than it should have to figure out that he got so worked up because of how close I was to him.

“You could have just told me, you know?” I say, grinning up at him and Mansk is torn out of his destructive thoughts by the sound of my voice.

Once again he is speechless. He was expecting to be insulted or scolded by you. Not that he could picture you doing that, he oddly couldn’t. But a positive reaction wasn’t even on his radar of possible outcomes.

I fully turn around to face him. He’s staring at me with wide eyes while I drink in his flushed face of embarrassment and bare torso.

“You need some help with that?” I ask, tilting my head in a playful way so that he would get the memo.

He was starstruck in utter disbelief.

“What?” he asked, his voice sounding even more hoarse but this time it trembled. He was too stunned to regret sounding nervous.

“I need to know. Yes or no? I don’t want to cross your boundaries but I can help you out.” I say, wanting to make it clear that I’m fine with this.

He can’t answer, his voice seems unreachable to him.

I decide to rid him of any doubtful questions in his head so I lean forward and trace the tattoo on his chest, making him shiver.

“Mansk. Do you want me?” I say, keeping my teasing grin. Who would have known that a big and serious man like him could fall apart so easily?

His mouth is lightly hanging open and he doesn’t even think his answer through because he feels too drawn to you and the moment you two are having. Mansk slightly nods his head even though a voice in the back of his head still has him secretly fearing you would suddenly walk away.

“Use your words.” I whisper, leaning in a little closer and he couldn’t care less about being told what to do.

“I want you.” he answers in a raspy voice and I notice how dilated with lust his pupils have become.

Mansk never takes orders from anyone but his superiors. Meaning he’d follow Quaritch and often Lyle, but rarely would he listen to others. Not because he was rude but because he didn’t like being told what to do by people who weren’t qualified to give orders.

My sneaky smile turns into a grin again and I shift forwards, moving my legs over his own so that I was straddling his lap. Mansk moved his arms out of the way, still watching me in disbelief. To further enlighten his burdening thoughts, I reach to his neck and gently tug at his dog tag while moving my face close to his.

I watch him and his eyes keep flickering between mine before they fixate on my lips. Our warm breaths are fanning against the other and our noses brush. I want him to initiate the kiss to make sure I’m not taking advantage of his desperate state. My free hand rests on his chest, stroking over his pec and feeling up his bare skin.

Mansk can’t take it anymore and he fills the gap between both your lips by leaning forward and catching your mouth with his.

My heart seems to skip a beat in excitement and I immediately kiss him back, melting against his touch. My hands are all over his torso and soon I notice how he keeps his at his sides.

He was relishing in the feeling of having you so close to him. A big part of him needed this for a long time. Now the void in him was finally being filled and Mansk was afraid of doing something wrong so he didn’t touch you until you would tell him to.

I pull away, keeping one of my hands on his cheek as I smile in adoration. He was cute like this. His cheeks were burning up while his big eyes watched me attentively. My eyes search for his hands and I pick one up, guiding it to my waist. Mansk supports my movements, gripping and feelings my waist and hips in a way that told me he greatly needed this.

“This is one way of keeping us warm.” I tease while his hands feel up my barely covered body.

His eyes shoot up to me and he looks down with a small smile when he notices I’m teasing him.

I decide to speed things up because my back is cold and I’m looking forward to the warm aftercare just as much as the actual sex. I lean back, sitting down on his groin which makes him shakily exhale. My hands then attach to the moist cloth of my sports bra and I pull it over my head.

Mansk looks awestruck as his hazy eyes admire my chest.

“Touch me.” I whisper and in the next second, Mansk is cupping and massaging my breast. I sigh in soft pleasure, tilting my body so that my chest is pushed further out for him.

Mansk wants to feel me closer so he wraps his arms around my waist and gently pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck while he buries his face in my one, pressing his nose against the side of my throat and deeply inhaling my scent.

I start feeling needy so I slowly roll my hips forward, grinding down on him. My actions make Mansk draw in a sharp breath and I feel his grip on me tighten.

I continue and am able to feel all of him pressing against me. His dick twitches in his pants and I gasp when my clothed clit brushes against the side of him.

Mansk’s ears are trained on me and longingly listen to every noise I make.

I no longer want clothes to separate our bodies so I quickly press a kiss to his cheek before climbing off him on his other side. Mansk seems dazed and belatedly follows my movements.

“Take them off.” I groan, lifting my hips off the ground to remove my panties. He doesn’t need to be told twice and his hands work on unbuckling his belt. Hurriedly he opens his army pants and tugs them down his thighs.

I’ve ripped my panties off of me and thrown them somewhere behind me and now helped Mansk rid himself of his pants and underwear.

Once he kicks them off his feet Mansk realises I’m completely naked and his movements slow. He seems to daze off again into his thoughts which amuses me. I press my hand against his deliciously warm chest and push his torso back against the bark of the tree before straddling his waist again.

“You’re so beautiful…” Mansk mumbles and my eyes shoot up to him in surprise. I haven’t received a compliment in a long time and I could tell he meant it even though I wasn’t sure he knew he said it aloud.

“Says you, pretty boy.” I giggle and his eyes widen at the pet name. A blush clouds his warm cheeks again and I smile.

Mansk never thought he looked bad but he never found anything about him that he thought was really good-looking. Sure he was built but so was everyone else. That tattoo was meant to give him some uniqueness but he was often unsure of it. He just felt too regular and therefore any compliments about his appearance had his heart fluttering.

I glance down between us and my eyes widen once again. I was expecting something normal sized but Mansk was much bigger than expected. Perhaps it was a common Na’vi trait but I doubted that.

“Holy fuck-” I whisper under my breath, slowly tracing my fingers down his abs and to his v-line before stopping close to his crotch. Mansk hears my reaction and he can tell by the way I bite my lip that I’m happy with him. He feels more confident with what he’s doing now.

I lift my hand and wrap it around the middle of his shaft to test the waters. Mansk shudders at the contact, inhaling deeply to ready himself for what is to come.

Everything about him is such a turn-on to me I can’t stop looking at him. My hand starts to gently stroke him and I glance up to see that his eyes have fluttered closed. One of his hands was loosely holding my hip while the other was pressed together in a tight fist against the ground.

His reactions make me crave more from him so I tighten my fingers around him, tugging at his dick before I stop at his tip and glide my thumb over the slit that’s leaking beads of pre-cum.

He presses his lips together tightly and his ears flicker back in pleasure. It must feel good even though I’m working on him dry. This makes me realise I can just move to the next stage because I’m craving him badly too.

I stop my movements, giving Mansk the chance to take a breather and recover. My legs lift me a little higher and I place my palm against the side of his dropped head.

“Ready?” I ask, looking at him for approval. Mansk lazily nods his head, gently tugging my waist forward to steady us both.

“Yeah-” he breathes out and I nod back.

My hand slowly guides the tip of his dick to my burning and sensitive entrance, mixing his pre-cum with the heat that has leaked out of me. It seems the new bodies of ours are far more responsive to erotic feelings than human bodies.

Mansk holds his breath again, watching with lust-drunk eyes. I line him up with my hole and slowly sink down on him. His lips part as he feels himself become engulfed by warmth and slick squeezing him from all sides. A soft groan is elicited from his mouth, encouraging me to continue pushing myself down him.

I gasp as he starts to fill me and once I bottom out I place both my hands on his chest to steady myself. My breathing is heavy while his is ragged.

“Fuck-” he mutters under his breath.

I decide to be a little mean and tease him just a tiny bit more.

“I’m warm now, we can stay like this.” I say, playing it off innocently.

Mansk would generally never complain about that but at this moment in time, his body craved you so badly he needed you to move and help him find a release. He looked up at me and seemed alarmed that I wouldn’t help him out of his state so he naturally tightened his grip on my hips.

I smirk at him, leaning my head back in amusement at his panicked reaction. Mansk can’t do anything but watch me with a pleading look.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Then I can give it to you.”

My words make him shiver and for once it’s not due to the cold.

“Please move…” he whines, looking at me with desperate eyes.

“Good boy.” I coo, rubbing my thumb against his cheek and he seems surprised by my praise but it makes him feel better.

He wasn’t used to being a bottom but right now he wanted nothing more but for you to take care of him.

I start to gently rock my hips back and forth making Mansk gulp as he restrains himself from digging his fingers into my skin. His abs tense and his biceps flex as he starts to finally feel pleasure softly rid him of the feeling of being painfully hard.

I notice how even through his tension, Mansk slowly melts and relaxes against my touch. It encourages me to lean forward and I lightly wrap my hand around his throat.

His hazy eyes reflecting his pussy-drunk state find mine and we stare at each other while I continue my movements. I notice how Mansk’s eyes have become glossy. He must feel overwhelmed by bliss.

“You’re being so good for me.” I whisper before kissing him passionately. While I do this I pick up the pace a little and Mansk whimpers into my mouth due to the pleasure and the praise. My ears shoot forward and the noise makes me moan against him. The way I gently pressed his neck from the sides seemed to feed his lust.

Perhaps Mansk was so used to being stronger than me and more in charge that he just needed to once have the roles reversed and have someone take care of him.

He would often tell me what to do and how to do things so switching the positions had us both excited.

I start to lift myself off him every time I rocked forward and let myself glide back down when I rolled my hips back.

This seemed to really do it for Mansk.

“Feels so good-” he whines, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. Without thinking, his grip on me tightens and he starts supporting my movements by pulling and pushing my hips up and down to my rhythm.

Soon enough, Mansk starts to buck his hips up into me to meet my movements and I moan his name which drives him wild.

“Shit- that’s it. Don’t stop.” I say with a hitched breath and gasping voice and he nods, never dreaming of stopping. His eyebrows are furrowed together and his eyes are fixed on where you two are connected, intently watching how all of him disappears in you with each of your harsh thrusts.

Mansk and I were now almost panting and our once-cold skin was now glistening with tiny beads of sweat.

“Y/N- “ he breathes through clenched teeth and his words wake me from my pleasured hypnosis. “I’m gonna cum.”

His voice sounds strained and I nod. “Me too,” I whisper, tightly gripping his shoulders. “Cum inside me.”

His wide-blown eyes meet mine to make sure I said what he heard.

“Please.” I add, begging him to fulfil my request.

He confirmed it in his head his dick twitched inside me.

“Fuck-” he whimpers, “ ‘M gonna fill you up.”

I nod desperately, digging my nails into the back of his strong shoulders. I was close to cumming as well.

I knew I couldn’t get pregnant if our queues weren’t bound together so we were fine. And quite frankly, I wanted to feel him deep inside me.

One of my hands moves between my legs and I start rubbing lazy circles on my clit to help me reach my high. Mansk watches, completely entranced by my movements.

Never would he have thought that seeing another person pleasure themselves would turn him on so much. And because it was you in front of him, it’s what pushed him over the edge.

I felt him tense and once I felt the first spurt of cum shoot inside me I was thrown into a state of pure bliss. My walls clenched around Mansk and it made his hips stutter and jolt forward in pleasure.

He pulled me into him again, burying his head in the crook of my neck while he helped me ride out our orgasms. I cried out his name while he groaned out mine and my hips desperately bucked into his thrusts in frantic attempts to prolong and drag out our highs.

After a minute we both simultaneously calmed down and our movements stilled. I sunk back down on him, fully seated on his lap while our heaving chests were pressed together.

My hands wrapped around his neck loosely while I pressed the side of my face against him. He really was warm now. Mansk tightened his arms around my waist and was now hugging me, making me melt against him.

“Thank you…” he whispered against my skin and I smiled tiredly against his.

“Don’t. I wanted it just as much as you.” I reply, pulling back from him so that we could look at each other. Mansk gives me a soft smile and I press our foreheads together. My fingers trace around his chest before I start to admire the luminescent speckles on his skin and on his face.

“You’re so pretty…” I mumble in adoration, stroking his head and running my hand through his short hair. His gaze softens even more and he kisses my cheek, trying to feel me as close to him as possible.

“Then that makes you a fuckin’ angel…” he replies and his answer makes me laugh. He pulls me into him further, making our warm skin press together everywhere possible. “So soft.” he mumbles, rubbing his cheek against my shoulder.

I snuggle against him and we stay still for a few minutes, just warming up and calming down in each other's embrace before my yawn reminds us of how late it probably is.

Mansk doesn’t want to let go yet so he leans off the tree behind him and lays down into the soft grass. I lay on his chest and we don’t move. He doesn’t pull out but I don’t mind. It feels oddly comforting and warm.

“Can we stay like this?” he asks, not wanting to hold you against your will.

“Yes please.” I whisper tiredly, stretching my legs before loosely draping them on either of his sides.

Our breathing is calm now and my head is resting on his chest while his arms are resting on my back, snaked around my waist.

“Can you teach me how to braid?” Mansk suddenly asks, seeming to still be in deep thought while I was slowly drifting off to sleep.

A big smile spreads along my face as I look up at him and rest my chin on his chest.

“Sure, we can do that tomorrow. While we wait for the search team to find us.” I whisper and he nods, gently rubbing calming circles onto my back.

Both of us needed this. The release, the warmth and the comfort. Especially after what happened today. As recom’s, we struggled to find comfort in ourselves so having someone else was exactly what we needed.

My body seemed to suddenly be filled with a different kind of warmth. One that he gave my heart.

Suddenly, the forest didn’t feel threatening anymore and the noises, the lights, and the fresh air felt homely.

Whether they would wake up the next day was a mystery they could only wait to find out about. But it didn’t matter to them because they were together. Perhaps they were the last of their kind.

And just like that, the two living impostrous and artificial replicas of the Na’vi fell asleep together beneath the shining stars and gently rattling leaves, of a world that wanted them dead and gone.

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whore-era · 2 years ago

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clockwork

joel miller x fem!reader

smut, angst, slight fluff

summary: in which you open up about your trauma to joel. in turn, he shows you how much he cares for you, in more ways than one.

warnings: discussion of abandonment issues/trauma, minor discussion of familial death, mentions malnutrition/hypothermia, reader experiences a panic attack

contains smut: kissing, fingering

minors, those under 18, do not interact/read this fanfic. 18+ only.

(let me know if i miss any more necessary warnings ty baes)

a/n: hiii so this is my first time in a very long time writing fanfiction, especially smut! so im very open to constructive criticism and feedback :))) please let me know if u enjoy this and would like more from me!! also i got this idea from my boyfriend (bless his heart) so LOL the plot might be weird but anyways enjoy <3

word count: 2,185

clockwork. it was like clockwork the way your body forced you awake every night.

every night, you woke up from your sleep and turned around to face joel. you placed your hand on his chest, on his heart, and counted his heartbeat for a full minute. after then, you would be reassured that he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s with you.

of course, he’s never woken up when you did this. and you wanted to keep it that way. it would be embarrassing if he found out what you did, and it’d be too much to explain why you needed to do it in the first place.

this routine began when you first landed in jackson.

covered in thick grime and muck, you passed out on the soft snow in front of the town’s gates. maria told you that the guards thought you were one of the infected and almost took you down. she was the one who approached your unconscious body first.

your skin was pallor, and you were thin and weak. they didn’t even know if you’d make it through the night, as malnourishment and hypothermia had overtaken you severely. it took you almost three weeks to fully recover, well, in the physical sense.

the horrors of what you experienced outside those gates stuck with you. you developed a fear of being alone. of course, being alone for almost a year would do that to someone. the uneasy silence, the feeling of nothingness, and the thought of being abandoned again is what distresses you.

pushing those fears to the side, you imagined they could be conquered if you just put yourself out there again.

this was how you fell in love with the infamous joel miller.

known as jackson’s dedicated grump, you’ve always had an eye for the older, reserved miller brother. it wasn’t until he strolled into the town’s clinic with a scratched-up face and a bruised shoulder that you realized he was not as bad as everyone sought him out to be.

on a weekly basis, he came in with a gash or a mark that needed tending to, which always led to a small, conversation as you intently fixed him up. joel finally mustered up the courage to ask you on a proper date on one of those days, which led you right to this moment.

staring at the clock.

the red glow of the number ‘3:00’ luminesced against your face. uneasiness settled into your stomach.

it was like your body could sense something was off. there wasn’t usually a silence, you could always hear the soft breaths of sleep coming from joel, even when you’re facing away from him. but there was nothing.

with apprehension, you turned over. to your terror, joel’s spot beside you was vacant. the outline of his figure dented into the soft mattress beneath you.

the air sucked out of your lungs. “j-joel?”, you called out. nothing. “jo-joel? are you in there?”

your body acted before your mind did, and you got up. you walked over to the bathroom to check if he was in there. empty.

you struggled to breathe and your eyes shot around the room, frantically checking signs of his presence in the space around you.

“joel!”, you cried out, “joel!”

was joel okay? where was he? did he leave? did he need you? what if he needed help?

you didn’t know when the room began spinning, or when your heart began to beat faster, all you cared about was knowing if joel was okay.

you needed to know.

tears flooded your eyes. you didn’t know if he was in danger, or if he needed your help, and you felt useless.

“sorry, lovebug, tommy came knockin’ on the door to cancel tomorrow’s patrol-”, joel made eye contact, concern immediately veiling his face. “hey, baby, what’s wrong?”

he rushed over to where you were standing, his hands cupping your cheeks and searching your face for any signs of injury. your glossy eyes looked up at him, and your hands went over to cup his neck, slowly trailing down to his chest. even beneath the soft fabric of his shirt, you could feel joel’s heart.

one, two, three, four, five, si-

“baby? what are you doin’?”

“i-i need to check,” your voice came out shaky, tears rolling down your cheeks, “i need to check i-if you’re o-okay, that you’re actually a-alive.”

joel’s eyes softened, and his arms wrapped around your frame. your face buried into him, ear against his chest, and you could hear it. his heart. beating rhythmically. beating for you.

and finally, that was when you felt the air enter back into your lungs. you let out a choked sob that you were holding in. the tears came flooding. the sounds of your cries muffled against his warm body and you held him tight, afraid that he would slip away from you.

leading you both towards the edge of the bed, joel sat you both down and he held you into him tighter, gently rocking you back and forth as you cried.

joel had an idea that you were holding some things back from him. he knew that there were some wounds that had yet to heal.

it was evident in the way you hesitated and held your tongue whenever the topic of your family came up or when people asked how you ended up all alone in the first place. joel could tell you saw some things out there, things that visited you in your nightmares. but he never wanted to pry, he knew eventually that you would open up to him, as he did when you asked about sarah.

joel pulled away, looking down at your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. “i’m okay, darlin’,” he cooed, “i’m right here. always will be.”

you nodded, “i k-know, i just had to check.”

his eyes met yours, “is that why you been doin’ that thing every night?”

you closed your eyes in embarrassment. unbeknownst to you, joel had in fact been awake to know that you check his heartbeat every night. you wanted nothing more than to burrow into the earth’s darkness and never come out, but you know you had to eventually tell joel. you just didn’t think it’d be so soon.

calm and relaxed, you nodded, “yes.”

“why, baby?”

fiddling with your fingers and taking a deep breath, you looked up into his brown eyes. “because…i used to be scared of being alone. a year before i ended up here, in jackson, i was with my mom and my older sister.”

your voice began to shake and you felt your eyes brimming with tears. joel’s hands held onto yours as you spoke. “we ran away from the QZ in utah. it was a terrible place. so my mom took me and my sister and we left in the middle of the night. while we were camped out in the forest, they went to go hunting for food, and told me to wait,” you started crying again, “i waited for 8 days.”

joel’s heart sank. the realization hit him, you were alone for a year before showing up here.

“i ended up trying to go back to the QZ in utah, but i saw them. they were both gone. i guess soldiers from the QZ were sent to find my mom. she was the only doctor there, and she was valuable. but instead they just..killed them,” you whispered the last part, closing your eyes, “my mom and my sister died so we could escape. so, i just continued on by myself until i ended up here.”

joel, heartbroken, took you in his arms once again, holding onto you tight. it made sense to him now. all the times he saw you, you were always with someone. you just needed to physically be present and with another person, to make you forget the horrors of what happened.

“i’m so sorry, angel,” joel spoke into your hair, giving your head a small kiss, “but you’ll never be alone again, not as long as you’re here with me.”

you pulled away and looked up at him, “joel,” you hesitated, “ever since i met you, my fear of being alone turned into fear of losing you.”

your confession made joel’s heart skip a beat. “i love you, joel.”

your lips gently made their way toward his and your arms encircled his neck. you both kiss each other with softness and sweetness until a whimper escapes the back of your throat, craving more. craving him.

joel pulls away, afraid he might be going too fast with you especially after you just opened up about something so personal and traumatic, “maybe we can continue this tomorrow, sweetheart. should get some sleep.”

“i don’t want to sleep just yet,” your eyes searching his face, “i want to just..i want to feel you. i want to be with you. i want to be here with you.”

you both look at each other for a second, before your lips crash into each others again. your tongue rubbed against his, gaining a deep moan from joel. his hands went to your hips, where he hoisted you up onto his lap and stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist. your lips made their way towards his neck, peppering soft kisses down his jawline and sucking softly above his collarbone.

“let me make you feel good. i just want to feel you,” you kissed down his chest as your feet untangled from around his waist, your legs standing up. your hands went down to the waistband of his pajama pants and you went to kneel down before him, before he stopped you.

“no, darlin’. let me make you feel good,” joel pushed you against the bed, your back landing on the soft blankets, "tonight is gonna be about you."

he laid next to you, his lips meeting yours with one hand going over the curves of your body. his hand hovered over your breast, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your nipple. you whimpered against his lips, wetness pooling in your panties.

“god, you’re ’s gorgeous,” he whispered against your lips. his hands trailed down to the edge of your panties. you bucked your hips up, your body needing release. “please, joel.” you begged, spreading your legs apart.

“please, what?”

“please touch me.”

“touch you where?”

“please, touch my pussy.”

“atta girl.” joel’s hands went inside your panties, his fingers rubbing at the entrance of your slit, soaking them up. “look at you. soaking wet, all for me.” you nodded, “all for you.”

joel’s fingers spread your pussy, and he used one to rub on your clit, eliciting a soft moan from you. he smirked, and rubbed your soaking clit in soft circles, the slick sound of the wetness echoing throughout the room.

he added a second finger, building the pressure on your pussy. “let me hear you, sweet girl,” he cooed as his fingers did figure 8’s against your clit. a moan escaped your lips as your eyes closed and your head fell back in pleasure.

“that’s my sweet girl.”

joel added a third finger, massaging your sopping, wet pussy. “yes, joel, god yes.”

his fingers went down to your entrance, your juices leaking out from you. joel inserted two fingers, gently pumping them in and out of you. they were sliding in and out so easily, lubricated with your sweet, sweet wetness.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” joel murmured, curling his fingers inside of you. oh god, you could pass out any second. you felt lightheaded, drowning in immense pleasure.

as joel’s thick fingers were sliding in and out of your pussy, the pad of his thumb began slow and soft circles against your swollen clit. you felt the orgasm begin to build in your stomach.

“oh my god, joel, i’m gonna-“ his pace began to go a little faster, “yes, baby, stay like that.” you breathed out.

“go ‘head, sweet girl,” joel whispered softly, “cum for me.” your pussy tightened around his fingers, and a wave of ecstasy washed over you as your juices poured over his hand.

joel’s hand came up to his mouth and he sucked his fingers clean, making your face heat up. he quickly got up and told you to stay put, and he left and came back with a towel, cleaning you up.

getting into bed, joel put the duvet over both of your bodies. you laid down on his chest, with him wrapping his arm around you and his hand stroking your hair.

“angel?”

“hm?”, you hummed, looking up at him. his eyes were already on you with a look of adoration.

“i love you, more than you know,” joel whispered, “and you’ll never lose me, as long as you’ll have me.”

and with that, he kissed you on top of your head and laid his head back, closing his eyes to fall back into slumber.

you, in turn, closed your eyes to sleep. finally feeling at peace and confidence, knowing that you’ll always have joel miller with you, at your side.

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autumnslance · 2 years ago

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(@driftward) And while I am at it, turnabout is fair play. YOUR choice of our OC blorbo combinations.

((BUT I DIDN'T EVEN REBLOG--OK. OK, fine, let's do this. I was going to try to write up a response to the cool one you did of Karasawa and Aeryn but then my needy cat woke up from a nap so you get this instead.))

Hungry hungry hungry always hungry.

She roved the halls and hunted through the rooms. Massive clawed feet left gouges in the wood and tile. Her breath was loud in the still and dark.

The halls seemed to stretch forever, the rooms endless black chambers but she didn’t need to see into them. Not when she could hear terrified shaky breathing, smell the stench of fear-sweat, taste nervous magicks.

There.

She bellowed, the walls rattling, the screams of fear a heady delight.

She was the apex predator, and her prey was near.

A cry of defiance only made her blood run hotter, as a tall broad figure in armor charged out of the darkness, sword blazing, shield up, bathed in a fairy’s glow.

She roared in response, charging forward, through halls that swelled like her lungs as the figure flew forward, shouting response. She reared onto her hind legs as they finally clashed. She met the challenger with fire called from above, with the weight of her front claws knocking aside the sword and shield, cracking the armor.

As she dipped her maw into the torn-open ribcage, she looked up into the elezen’s face, frozen in surprise—

—

—And woke with a squeal.

Violet jittered a frantic circle around the bed, but there was no broken elezen nearby. Everything was the proper size and shape, she was the proper size and shape, but the memory of hot blood and organs still filled her mouth, her own heart thudding in her ears.

Oretta was spending the night in the dragoon’s room again, leaving Violet alone and the big pink heart-shaped bed to herself, though now the pillows and stuffed animals were all knocked to the floor, the previously smooth covers rumpled.

That was a problem for Morning Violet.

Getting out of the room wasn’t terribly difficult, just annoying without actual thumbs or a miqo’te. Violet toddled down the halls and up the stairs and to the staticky cool light of the lab.

Zoissette was sitting at a desk, ignoring her own yawns as she worked. Violet heaved a sigh of relief and flumped at the elezen’s feet. All in one piece; that was good.

“Oh, hello Violet. I—oh is that the time—”

Violet whined and nuzzled harder against the woman’s legs.

Zoissette sighed. And then scritched in just the perfect spot between Violet’s horns. She had once tested to figure out the best scritching spot, and always remembered it once she found it. “All right; cuddle break it is, and then I think it’ll be time for both of us to go to bed.”

That was all right, Violet thought. She probably wouldn’t have the hungry dreams again, since that was all they were. Her elezen friend was here and giving her scritches. That was real, and all the little behemoth needed to know.

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Strangers and Bedfellows

Summary:

“You’re not angry; you’re jealous, aren’t you?” Thor hadn’t garnered at the fact he may develop feelings for you; he’d expected some form of friendship to rise between the two of you, so feeling the warm buzzing feeling of love was certainly a shock. If anything, he was sure this wasn’t love, more so a crush, a very persistent and annoying crush.

Words: 5063

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Jealousy | Wee Bit of Smut | Mentions & Proposals of Infidelity

Author's Note:

This chapter's a bit longer than the last, mainly because I'm trying to write longer chapters since I've got so many drafts and ideas.

Previous Chapter | Series Masterlist

There is a strange uneasiness between you and the thunderer in the morning; well, there would be, had he been there when you awoke. Alas, your husband was not; you woke to an empty bedroom and a tray of breakfast at your side; the other side of the bed was cold, tucked away as neatly as possible. You took your time preparing for the day, ate your breakfast by your lonesome, and joined your husband in the throne room.

Thor’s body was sat almost proper, his face lax and gaze steady as the courtier droned on. Without fanfare, you entered the room, sneaking your way up to your throne, sat legs crossed, and joined your husband in his duties. The droning lasted for a few hours as courtier after courtier came up to inform you of their issues; there were moments you tried very hard not to roll your eyes - but then again, one doesn’t need to complain about a lack of golden ivory marble for their seventh monument. There was a brief pause between the proceedings for some lunch, then you were back at it again, although your posture had taken after Thor’s. When it was all over, you attended dinner - a far more exciting event; the nobles flitted around the room as you did your best to eat while ignoring their presence, then you were off to bed. Your days followed the same routine, with little deviation; aside from being brain-numbing, it did somewhat serve as a basis for you and Thor to build an acquaintanceship of sorts. Despite his slight adherence to the marriage, Thor had done his best to be as welcoming as possible in such a situation, which had done wonders to develop your relationship somewhat.

The few genuine issues brought forth in court were often noted down or suspended in limbo as no one followed up on them. After the third or fourth day of this dull routine, you took it upon yourself to follow up on one of said issues; Lady Frigga had been absent from Asgard as she was visiting Álfheimr on diplomatic matters, and most of her duties had been well taken care of so far, that is except her advanced Archaic Studies, which had, as word says, been going rather poorly in her absence. The studies took place in one of the allmother’s favorite gardens, and by your first glance, you could see why. The gardens sat secluded along the west end of Asgard’s castle; it was enormous, with various plants and accessories scattered around. You treaded carefully along the path of the aforementioned accessories, though your attention was taken away by a loud yelp, followed by cruel laughter.

The yelp, you were not sure of its origin, as when you came to the site of the sound, you found a dog yelping widely at a laughing woman, both surrounded by a small group of teenagers. The teenagers were pointing frantically at the dog, the words ‘turn back’ and ‘please’ rung out. The woman in the middle of all this was decked head to toe in various shades of green; her blonde hair was kept back by a green crown currently askew as she was bent over doubled in laughter. You cleared your throat, drawing the youths’ attention first; they rushed over to you.

“Your highness, Lady Amora-”

“We didn’t know about the warning-”

“She’s not being fair-”

“Slow down; I can’t understand anything anyone is saying right now,” you remarked. “Now, first question, who is this Lady Amora?”

Lady Amora, as it turned out, was the woman. Your question shocked her out of her laughing stupor as she questioned how you didn’t know who she was.

“I haven't had a chance to really explore much of Asgard, my lady,” you replied, “I apologize for my ignorance of you.”

“No need for apologies; I’m correct in assuming that you happen to be our new king?” You nodded in response as she came close, her gaze over you. “It’s a miracle, someone as fetching as yourself settled for Thor,” she commented.

“Well, it was more of an arranged settlement,” you corrected her.

She chuckled. Your interaction was cut short as one of the teens cut in, “Who cares about all that?!? Arne’s a dog!!!”

“Yes, well, if Arne had bothered to pay attention, then he wouldn’t be in this situation,” Amora stated.

“The dog is a student?” You asked.

“Yes!! And he’s our friend!!”

“Ok, could we perhaps start from the beginning?”

Once everyone had taken a breath, and there was less talking over each other, it was pretty clear what had transpired. Arne, the dog, was a student - a rather annoying student, Amora’s words, not yours - who’d not followed the teachings Amora had laid out; instead of whatever they’d been supposed to be doing, Arne had transmuted himself into a dog. An action that had amused Amora and shocked the students.

“Make her turn him back!!”

You grimaced, you didn’t know Amora at all, but given she’d taken over Lady Frigga’s class, you assumed she was already rather powerful; you’d prefer not to have to duel anyone today. You waved your hand at the dog, the form shifting from canine to boy. Arne glanced at his behind, spinning on the spot happily; the others rushed at him, all brushing over him to ensure he was well. When satisfied with the result, they thanked you profusely.

“I didn’t know you could perform sorcery,” Amora commented, “where do you hail from?”

“Kemet.”

“Ah, land of the golden dunes, fitting for one so charming.”

You huffed. “A proper introduction should be in order then, Amora the Enchantress,” she formerly introduced herself, hand held out, palm faced down.

You took your hand, kissed it, and bowed slightly, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“So tell me, what brings you away from the throne?” she inquired.

“Why do you not attend court?” you retorted back.

“I suspect for the same reason as you,” she answered, “Asgard’s courts are quite tedious; the only time they garner interest is during festivities, but even then, it’s not much.”

“So teaching provides you the entertainment you so crave?”

Amora scoffed, “Oddly yes, watching these little fools fail miserably at simple sorcery skills brings me joy,” she stated, “speaking of, I think they’ve had enough time to celebrate; time for them to get back to it. You’re welcome to join me.”

Amora was an interesting teacher, yes, she enjoyed tormenting her students, but she also seemed to be very good at enforcing the rules of magic in her own twisted way. Arne was not the only child to have a magical mishap; in fact, just after the lesson had resumed, half of the students present turned themselves into apples - a feat which had both you and her cackling at. There was also the instance when one of them managed to teleport herself into a tree; all in all, the few hours spent there were very entertaining. Amora regarded you with a jovial mood when the class was done and the children gone, “You’re quite the character.”

“I assume that’s a compliment?” you hoped.

“Take it as you will, but I do pray we will have more time to acquaint ourselves better,” Amora voiced.

You walked together from the gardens, your conversation and laughter carrying down the hall; the servants seemed to find you both quite interesting as many ceased their tasks, eyes wide open as they observed. Some had their mouths hanging - to which Amora was more than happy to sew shut with her magic - even Loki appeared surprised. His eyes darting between the both of you before he chuckled to himself, muttering something about an interesting dinner. You inquired on it, but Amora merely waved her hand, “It’ll be much better if you see it for yourself.”

Dinner was indeed very interesting. For starters, Thor’s usual indifference and silence were broken, his eyes practically bulged from his skull when he spotted you and Amora arrive together. If that wasn’t entertaining, the pure horror in his eyes when he spotted the cordial and friendly manner between you certainly was. Your husband looked ready to faint when you invited Amora to dine close by your side; all the while this was happening, Loki was happily losing his composure and laughing. You glanced between the three of them, unsure of the silent goings-on.

“Is something the matter?” you asked. The thunderer gripped his fork tight; jaw clenched, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out as Loki pushed his head aside, leaning forward on his seat.

“Well, you see, my dear king, your husband, and the enchantress were once passionate lovers, though their relationship was rather shortlived, twenty, maybe thirty years, I believe,” the trickster elaborated. “My dear brother is quite worried Amora may influence you to despise him as much as she does.”

“Oh please, I’m done fawning over the attention of the unworthy,” Amora scoffed, “besides, my blossoming friendship with our new king is built on genuine mutual connection.”

Thor shoved Loki aside, eyes glaring daggers at Amora, “That is not what you said last time.”

“So I threatened to castrate you if you found a new lover, so what? Everyone does that to their ex-lovers once in a while.”

“I will not allow you to–”

“I beg your pardon,” you butted in, “Amora is my guest; she is here on my invitation and is my new friend. You won’t be forbidding her from doing anything at this table.” You held Thor’s gaze, the air around you charged as the stare off carried on, his eyes were taking on a brighter tone; the sound of thunder carried as his displeasure was made well known. Your own powers came to play, and the light in the room brightened, quickly becoming blinding as neither of you backed down. The lights burst, plunging the room into darkness, then was illuminated again when a flash of lightning descended outside. The doors to the room burst open, a timid voice calling out urgently. Reluctantly you turned away from the thunderer; the voice - a messenger - ran to you, dropping a scroll onto the table; they bowed hurriedly, stepping back as you unraveled it.

Thor snatched it from your hands, skimming over it before groaning; you all voiced a collective, “What is it?”

“In the spirit of good relations, the Ljósálfar will be joining the allmother when she returns from their realm.”

“And what is so terrible about that?” you asked.

“Well, your husband is not in favor of many of the Ljósálfar, their prince especially,” Amora replied, “The last time they stepped foot on Asgard, Thor decided it best to introduce prince Erki to his fist. As expected, that was a rather foolish move.”

“It’s why mother traveled to Álfheimr; diplomatic relations have been ever so estranged,” Loki told you. Thor’s eyes snapped away when you looked over at him, “He and Erki have never gotten along, and it is quite the spectacle to watch them resist the urge to tear at each other’s throats.”

You rolled your eyes, “If they are coming to visit, we must prepare, yes? I assume a banquet will be arranged, and there will be no punching of any kind?” You emphasized your words, staring at Thor expectantly until he caved in, nodding stiffly at your request. You summoned the messenger forward, delegating him a new message, then sent him off.

“Oh, I like you,” Amora spoke.

What little time you had left of dinner was spent chatting away with Amora and Loki as Thor tried his absolute best not to descend into a rage. The silence he perpetuated did not last into the night; once it was just the two of you, it made its return.

“You dare to deny me-”

“Deny you-I have denied you nothing! I wished for a friend to join me at dinner; none of that was any of your business!” You affirmed.

He grabbed your arm, bringing you close, “Amora is not just an ex-lover; she is an adversary.”

“An adversary you keep in the palace?” you mocked, your previous staring match in the dining hall repeated as you stood close together; he repeated the words again as if there would be no room for debate. You examined him; the glimmer of rage in his eyes was not directed at you but Amora. You huffed, “You’re not angry; you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“For some archaic reason, you are jealous that Amora and I get along so well,” you carried on; his eyes widened in surprise; he stammered out words of defense, his grip growing lax as his face channeled several expressions of confusion. He attempted to speak but turned away and left the room, the sound of your shocked laughter following him.

Thor hadn’t garnered at the fact he may develop feelings for you; he’d expected some form of friendship to rise between the two of you, so feeling the warm buzzing feeling of love was certainly a shock. If anything, he was sure this wasn’t love, more so a crush, a very persistent and annoying crush. He’d woken the day after the handfasting and had taken a moment, a moment, to admire you. He’d then left and began his day. He directed a servant to your room with breakfast after he’d had his, then mentally prepared himself for the dullness that is the Asgardian court. Thor had started sat proper on his throne, then progressed to openly displaying his boredom as noble after noble came before him. You snuck in somewhere after Lord Halfdan had asked for something; by the end of it, you appeared just about as done with it as he was. Dinner was not that notable, Thor exchanged few words with you, and the days followed the same routine after.

Though Thor did notice he’d begun paying you more mind, when you’d sit by his side, he’d slowly stop focusing on the matter and instead divert his attention to you. At first, he thought of it as nothing, but now, after three days with you by his side and today without you, he was sure he was developing some sort of crush on you. The crush prompted him to pursue some form of connection with you; with both of you bored with court proceedings and the meals together, an acquaintanceship bloomed. Though on the fourth day, you were absent as you chose to follow up on a matter. Thankfully, court ended relatively early that day, but that left Thor on his own as he attempted to navigate a cacophony of emotion; he was left to his own devices in the throne room, pacing up and down as he contemplated said feelings.

Perhaps it was too early to determine something like a crush; maybe he was simply interested in you? No, that sounded like infatuation. He stopped short on pacing when Loki’s laughter rang out; his brother was draped across both thrones, arm slung over his stomach as he watched Thor amusingly.

“I must say, brother, I haven’t seen you caught in such thought before.”

Thor grimaced at the trickster. “Oh, come now, don’t look at me like that; I’m not the one who’s head over heels in love.”

“I am not in love!” Thor stated.

“Oh, so what do you say of the thoughts running through your mind?” Loki inquired.

“I have told you not to go rummaging in my mind!”

The trickster scoffed, rolling off the thrones, his form disappearing into green swirls and reappearing beside Thor. “I don’t have to rummage through your head; your thoughts practically scream when you go near him,” Loki spoke, “Though I must commend you, you haven’t taken quite as long to notice the obvious.”

“Which is?”

“Your husband is handsome; it has not escaped the notice of many that he is quite the catch. It won’t be long before someone grows so bold to preposition themselves for an affair. And while I doubt he would agree to such a thing, I don’t doubt the persistence of the amorous nature.”

Loki shrugged when Thor’s gaze turned murderous, “I’m just saying.”

Thor tried not to dwell on Loki’s words; he debated to himself on the matter before settling on gauging your emotions towards him first. If he knew how you felt about him now, then he may be able to find a way to move forward. Yes, he would do that. However, his plan was put to a halt when Amora walked in beside you. The two of you appeared to be having a lively conversation; your smiles easily exchanged as you sat beside each other. He could feel his eyes bulge from his skull as they widened in fear, concern, and utter shock simultaneously; meanwhile, beside him, Loki had forgone all manner of social convention and burst out laughing. You glanced between the three of them; confused, you inquired about what was happening.

He attempted to respond, but his jaw tightened, and his grip on his fork did so as well; the words almost came out but were halted when Loki took over the conversation. “Well, you see, my dear king, your husband, and the enchantress were once passionate lovers, though their relationship was rather shortlived, twenty, maybe thirty years, I believe,” Loki spoke, his voice cheerful. “My dear brother is quite worried Amora may influence you to despise him as much as she does.”

Technically, he and Amora had been together for twenty-six years; their relationship had starters well enough, then it had divulged into something of a mess. Thor remembers threatening her with banishment; she threatened to suffocate him, and many other threats were exchanged. They’d forgone speaking to each other for a century or two after, only ever regarding the other when needed.

Amora disregarded Loki’s words; she spoke of a genuine mutual connection between you and her, Thor wasn't sure why, but the emotion those words conveyed from him had a tinge of anger. He didn’t like those words; he doesn’t know why, he just didn’t.

“I will not allow you to-,” he began but did not finish as you interjected - calling Amora your guest and friend - you did not back down as he regarded you with his gaze. His power surfaced alongside the rage; the rumble of thunder from the heavens was well-timed as the lights in the room shone brighter. Up close, Thor noted how wondrous your eyes looked; they were still gorgeous, even filled with anger. The lights burst as a flash of his lightning lit up the sky, the doors to the dining hall swung open soon after, and a timid voice broke the moment. The voice - a messenger - rushed in, dropping a scroll by both of you; Thor snatched it before you could fully unravel it, his eyes skimming through the words. He read past the cordial greetings, sighing in relief when he spotted the words dictating his mother’s return, then groaned when after, it stated the Ljósálfar were to join the allmother upon her return. Quite frankly, after reading that, Thor would kindly prefer to be swallowed by Jörmungandr.

It did not help that Loki and Amora found the situation entertaining, while you seemed almost done with him - in Thor’s defense, Erki is one of the most irritating beings to have ever walked the nine realms.

“If they are coming to visit, we must prepare, yes? I assume a banquet will be arranged, and there will be no punching of any kind?” Your last words were directed at him, a non-negotiable request; he stiffly nodded, then spent the rest of the meal frowning, his anger simmering on the surface. He tried very hard not to let it blow over.

The doors to your room closed shut as his anger boiled over, “You dare to deny me-”

“Deny you-I have denied you nothing!” You affirmed. “I wished for a friend to join me at dinner; none of that was any of your business!”

He grabbed your arm, yanking you towards him, his other hand clenched tight in a fist as the two of you stared angrily at each other. The feeling of anger had mostly subsided, replaced by something else, something akin to whatever he felt earlier when he glimpsed you and Amora enter together, this second emotion was still angry, but not at you, at Amora. Your expression calmed slightly, “You’re not angry; you’re jealous, aren’t you?” you huffed at him.

Thor glanced at you in surprise, both at your statement and the feeling of truth behind it, but the emotion couldn’t be jealousy, could it? No, it couldn’t; it wasn’t. “For some archaic reason, you are jealous that Amora and I get along so well,” you carried on. He attempted to defend himself but fell short when the only words he could produce were strings of gibberish; your face procured a small smile, and he exited the room as you fell into an array of laughter.

He returned to your room much later, even less clear than when he’d left; he spotted your form in the bed, snuggled up, your light snores and snuffles the only sound in the room. He slipped under the covers as quietly as he could, back to yours; he lay there in the dark, mind running a thousand miles as he attempted to make sense of everything.

“Yes,” you replied, “You can start by explaining the jealousy towards Amora. Logically, I should be the one jealous you kept such company once.”

Thor attempted to roll off the bed but couldn’t as you caged him, arms on either side of him; your locs fell over your shoulder, swinging as you moved to keep him caged. He attempted it again, almost succeeding, but you employed a second strategy; your legs swung onto either side of him, the shuffling and play fighting moved the blankets aside. Soon the thunderer found himself pinned underneath you as you were straddling him.

His arms hovered above your hips, unsure of what to do. “I–I don’t have to explain myself because I was not jealous.”

You tilted your head, “Really? My king, I understand it’s been quite some time since you’ve engaged in romantic relationships, but I can assure you that behavior last night was most certainly jealousy.”

Thor liked the inflection in your voice when you called him ‘my king,’ he really really liked it. He grabbed your legs, rolled himself over, and you landed on the bed with a huff. Thor hovered above you, hands on either side of your face and legs caging you in, one of your legs shifted up, knee softly pressing against Thor’s now half-hard dick. “Do my words ring true, my king?”

Your arms came up around his neck, fingers dancing on his upper back, “You’re a possessive one, aren’t you?” you snickered.

“I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but we must begin preparations for the Ljósálfar’s arrival.” Loki’s voice cut in, and the two of you turned, surprised to not have heard him enter. The trickster glanced between the two of you, a sheepish and not very apologetic smile across his face, “Of course I could hold off the planning because the kings are finally consummating their marriage.”

Thor swung a fist at Loki; his arm went through nothingness as his brother’s laughter sounded.

After Thor had left the room last night, you’d taken a moment to think about the implications he was jealous. You were slightly flattered at the aspect; if he was jealous, he had feelings. Now, whether you have feelings for Thor is a matter you are not sure of, a matter you can deal with in the morning.

Morning came, and you found Thor asleep beside you; looking at him now; you felt something, and if you thought about it, you really wouldn’t mind if what you had grew into something more. You inched your face closer; the proximity gave the poor god a heart attack as he inquired about it. Thor attempted to dodge any conversation about his jealousy; you managed to prevent him from moving by straddling him, though that didn’t last long as he gained the upper hand. You did discover that uttering the words ‘my king’ had a rather desirable effect on the thunderer. His half-hard cock twitched at the brush of your knee, and your arms came up around him. The moment came to a screeching halt as Loki’s voice filtered through, his words provoking Thor to action as he attempted to punch his brother, only to grow frustrated when he did not.

“Where are you going?”

“To prepare for the day,” Thor replied with confusion.

“Do you plan to do so with your cock hard?” you inquired. Thor’s eyes darted to his cock, “I’m not saying you can’t, but I’d be more than happy to help.”

“I thought you resented me.”

“I did not resent you, more tolerated you for the sake of peace, now though I would very much like to know my husband more intimately. Unless, of course, you’d prefer to handle that yourself?” As soon as he was close, you grabbed at the hem of his pants, pulling him even closer. You got off the bed, sinking to your knees; his pants fell in a quick swoop. You took his dick into your hand, running your tongue from the tip to the base, eyes locked on his, “Would you like my help, my king?”

Thor nodded meekly. You put his dick into your mouth, tongue grazing around the tip, bit by bit, it went into your mouth, each movement causing Thor to moan. By the time you'd reached the base, his hands were in your hair, and a bit of drool gathered at the corner of your mouth. Your head bobbed back and forth, and your tongue again came into play, adding to the sensation as you brought Thor to orgasm. His cock fell from your mouth with a pop, a string of cum drifting from it to your mouth; Thor gathered you up just after you swallowed; he placed you back on the bed, drawing your pants down. “It’s only fair if I returned the favor.”

“What are we, Thor?” you asked him when you left your chambers.

“I was prone to the assumption we were husbands.”

“On paper, yes, but right now, between us. What are we?”

“We can be whatever we want; personally, I would prefer we were lovers,” Thor responded, “of course if that is not what you want, we could–”

“You placed a hand on his lips, “Lovers works fine.”

The agreement opened a whole new world, as Thor became your shadow. He stuck close by you, arms on your waist, arranging the welcoming for the Ljósálfar gave him ample opportunity to do so. Lady Frigga returned a week later, Ljósálfar in tow; she practically beamed when she noted the close proximity between you and Thor. The happy-go-lucky mood Thor had dissipated when she introduced her company - queen Aelsa and her son, prince Erki. Prince Erki stood proud; his dark hair was loosely tied, kept by various jewels strung through his hair, his pale blue eyes locked with Thor’s. The two stared at each other until Erki’s eyes moved to you. Now, it is at this moment that, respectively, Lady Frigga and Queen Aelsa decide it best to end the introductions.

The tension did not end there; it carried on hours later; the feast prepared had been delicious, though you’d had to kick Thor’s shin twice to stop him from staring a hole into Erki’s head.

“So, Thor,” Erki began, “tell us, how exactly did your husband react to your microscopic cock?”

“ERKI!” Queen Aelsa gasped.

You choked on your wine, hand flying to Thor’s leg, and shook your head at him. He breathed in, nostrils flaring, “Why discuss such intimate matters? Perhaps we should talk more about the lack of bed warmers you’ve had. Tell us, is it fulfilling to be more abstinent than a Midgardian monk?”

Loki snickered, and Amora did her best to cover her laugh with a cough. Lady Frigga gasped this time, “THOR! We do not speak to dignitaries in such a manner!”

“It is of no issue Lady Frigga,” Erki forced out, “perhaps it’s better if I get to know the prince consort.”

“He is a king,” Amora corrected.

“Apologies, king.” Eirk spoke, his voice taking on a condescending tone, “So, tell me do you seek a paramour?”

“I beg your pardon?” You asked.

“Well, it’s just I’ve heard the gossip with the help, and the consensus seems to be Thor's dick hasn’t risen full and well to satisfy you,” he explained; he picked his glass of wine, twirling it in his hand, it morphed into a rose. Eirk tossed it in your direction; the flower landed on your empty plate, lifting itself up; it presented itself to you. “I’d have you screaming for more of my–”

Truthfully, you'd been rather shocked at the blatant proposal from Eirk, so shocked you’d forgotten to calm Thor down. The god had returned to the forefront of your thoughts when his chair screeched and, from your point of view, in slow motion, practically lunged at Eirk. There was yelling as guards were called in to separate the two; Eirk held his nose - it appeared crooked now, most likely broken - Thor had managed a good enough swing to leave the elf with a giant bruise on the right side of his face. Eirk had barely managed to land more than a few punches and quite the gash on Thor’s left cheek; both men’s clothes were in disarray, and Thor thrashed in the guards’ hold. The guards, the poor things, looked almost terrified as their king grew angrier, reaching out to lunge at Eirk again.

“Release me at once!” Thor cried out.

Lady Frigga and Queen Aelsa exchanged apologies; the two were separated, each taken to opposite ends of the infirmary.

“That was not very diplomatic of you,” you muttered, taking his hand in yours as the healer examined his gash. His thumb ran across your hand, “Either way, thank you for defending my honor.”

End Note:

Yes, I used Amora, she's one of my favorite Asgardian characters, so I wanted to include her. And yes I'm aware I may have changed her character a bit, but I love her too much to make her a villain. But then again this series doesn't really have a villain. Anyway, thank you for reading this shite Stay Hydrated

#thor odinson x male reader #thor imagine #marvel imagine #black male reader #match made in valhalla

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delusionsdissociationsdaydreams · 3 years ago

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Bedridden

>> Disclaimer: This is my first attempt in posting or writing anyhting, Sorry for any mistakes.

>> Warnings: None. Fluff. Slightly A/B/O Dynamics. Prison Era. Alpha!Daryl x Omega!Reader

>> Summary: Daryl is injured. You go on a run without him.

>> Request: Yes. For lovely the @boobablue-mess hope you enjoy my personal addition.

A lazy sun rose at six in the morning, it's rays shyly covered by clouds.

The comfy smell of the room was tinged with a underlayer of an acidic whiff. Something was wrong. You woke up, looking over at Daryl who was still asleep. His scent was off. Timidly you let your hand roam over his forehead, he had a fever.

"Daryl ... Wake up ..." your groggy voice sounded small.

He turned softly towards you, not opening his eyes, yet humming in response.

"You have a fever, love." your caressed his jawline softly, stirring him along to wake up. "M'fine." he gruffed. "No no. That damn fall of yours in one of the cell blocks must have hurt you." His eyes snapped open. Dark blue orbs stared back at you.

"It's probably nothin' Sunshine." "Remember that my nose never lies?" you said, as your hands racked softly over his t-shirt taking it off. "Bingo." His left side had a massive dark bruise. "Damn boy, look at that. And you say it's nothing?" At that comment, Daryl let out a small grunt of disagreement. “We have a run today, I can’t just lie down an’ relax, ya know?” “Who said you’re going Dixon? No way you’re getting outta here, I’m gonna put you under the shower to break the fever down and that’s that.” You said in a soft calm voice. At that, you walked him into the shower, gently shoving him in there, as the water ran through his body as so as your fingers on his torso, a small growl escaped his lips. He licked his lips, trying to come up with some excuse to join Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Michonne. Something convincing. “Babe... The group needs me. I can’t just take a sick day.” “Hm. And going in this state is gonna help on what? Besides, they aren’t gonna be shorthanded. I’m still going.” “Y/N … No.” “Oh yes. I’m a big girl Dixon. Besides I’m taking your bike and the crossbow. I’m gonna be fine.” Oh, Daryl wanted to protest badly. No way in hell he was going to let you alone. They stayed in pairs for a reason. “That’s not enough… Sunshine, I’m not gonna sit on my ass while yer alone in a supply run. Things can go bad.” His soft yet Alpha tone filled the room. “I can take Carol with me. Or whoever would like to go. Besides, nobody ain’t gonna let anything happen to me. I just need you healed. You have to rest. Hershel can look over you. Why didn’t you tell me it was this badly injured?” “Didn’t think it would look like this in the morning after. Didn’t seem bad.”

Daryl’s wet hair sticked to his face, too many times you’ve remember saying you’d give him a proper haircut but, you liked his wild mane, his blown pupils and hardened expression gave him an even wilder look. He wouldn’t back down; you’d been dating that stubborn redneck far too long to know that. If it wasn’t the bad timing, your inner wolf would be whimpering for him. But you’d had made up you mind on the matter. As he toweled himself, you brought clean clothes, an ibuprofen and water.

“You didn’t get me jeans, woman?” “Don’t bother in putting on pants, Dixon. You ain’t leaving. Besides...” you smirked and winked. “You look mighty fine in just boxers and a t-shirt.” “Don’t ya fight yer way off of this by flirtin’ with me, Sunshine. You ain’t off the ropes yet.” His southern drawl becoming thicker.

You sighed, you didn’t want to make this harder or turn it into a heated argument. “It’s going to be okay, it’s a quick run in a small town. In and out. Easy peasy. I’ll be home by lunch. Just stay here for me? I’ll be less frantic if I know you’re here and safe.” Pleaded softly, as you pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear. Giving him the best puppy eyes, you could muster.

Both slowly walking back towards the cell you shared he sat, his expression and scent denounced he hated your plan and he didn’t want to stay put bedridden at all, yet he was willing to comply.

“This is a one-time thing only, Y/L/N. Don’ ya think I’m gonna let you go out on runs on yer own like this always. I don’ like it. It ain’t safe. Gonna ask Michonne to keep an eye on ya, Omega.” His words were harsh, yet his tone just showed how much he cared and worried. “Yeah. Yeah. I know you will.” As you packed your guns, knives, arrows, into your backpack and gave him a soft kiss.

For a split second he gripped your chin, holding you in place. Grumpily staring into your eyes. “Don’ do anything stupid.” He growled as his gave you a second kiss.

You headed to the thin curtain that worked as a door, as you turned giving him a final look, Daryl sat silently on the bed, staring back, unamused by the situation. “How can I do anything stupid? Stupidity is staying in bed today.” You said has heading off, you heard a small chuckle still coming from your cell.

--- x x x ---

The ride was longer than you expected, the sun warming up as the hours passed, as you arrived, you sweep the town’s main streets, few walkers passed nothing nobody couldn’t handle. Michonne did keep an eye on you though, Daryl didn’t even have to ask, she did feel responsible for you since the day she had brought you to the prison. Dehydrated and famished with a fever and hallucinating at some points along the way. She and the others helped you, something that you hadn’t yet experienced through the whole breaking into the end of the world.

As you regained your strength and helped out along the chores, they found out impressive information about you. You knew how to survive in the woods, basic suturing, and a good hand with herbs and wild eatable food. Most omegas had been wiped out, fewer survived, mostly the camp was full with betas and alphas blending with humans. The only other omega you had learned that belong with the group was Lori. But she had died before you got to know her. You were stubborn and for an omega demanding, plus, it was common knowledge you were the only one that could calm that redneck’s temper.

Rick had decided hence the tiny town, to also check houses nearby for anything useful. Time rolled faster than expected, as you scavenged your way through the place.

Daryl even though in pain, walked nervously from one side to another in the small room, smoking, grunting almost with every pace he took. Looking through the window to see of the pack arrived, or perking his ears to any sound of his familiar bike.

“How ya felling’ Daryl?” Hershel leaned on the doorframe. “I’m fine. They aren’t back yet. It’s past two.” “If you keep walking like that, you’re gonna put a hole in the floor, or pull a muscle or something. You’d should be resting.” “It’s taking too long …” he huffed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. “She’s fine. Rick probably made them look around or something, maybe they found something bigger. Before us she was surviving well for such a frail thing, remember?” Hershel tried calming his temper before he went after the group on foot. “Yeah, I also remember the high fever that took days to break, the scars, and how weak she was.” “Nobody ain’t gonna let anything happen to her Daryl. We take care of our family and we have jobs to do.”

Daryl knew Hershel was right, but nonetheless it didn’t make him calmer or feel better at it. He just grunted and looked out the window again. At that point the old man just left him be.

It was late afternoon when the group arrived. All happy that they had found more supplies than they intended. Daryl heard his custom bike roll in, the purring sound unmistakable and he caught a whiff of Y/N. Her scent washing him over. She was alright. Good heavens. He practically ran outside to greet them as he found Y/N giving her bags to Carol so she could sort things out with Hershel. She ran up the small hill towards him, with a smile opening her arms out to him.

“Yer late.” He gruffed, scaning her out for any injury.

She hugged him tightly feeling that the fever subsided. “You seem better. See? Nothing to worry about. I’m all in one piece.” “I was climbing up the walls with all this delay…” “Yeah or maybe coming up to get me. I really thought after a while you’d just show up walking around town looking for me.” You joked. “Oh, don’t tempt me Sunshine. The thought didn’t slip my mind.”

She hugged his waist as both made way to their cell. Passing by the rest of the group Michonne smiled at them

“She was really good on her own. Plus she’s a sneaky one a mouse wouldn’t hear her.” “Yeah real sneaky.” Daryl grunted back.

Michonne and the other gave a small laugh at Daryl’s pissed off face. He was fuming even though inside he was proud of her. But he couldn’t admit it. The fear of losing her was bigger.

“Come on babe, cut me some slack. I did good.” “I know yer did okay? Hell, I’m proud of ya, even before. But I still worry and I hate being where I can’t see ya or sense ya.” Daryl perched a cigarette between his lips. “Aww ain’t this big bad wolf got himself softer side huh?” you smiled sweetly at him, your eyes lightning up along. He loved that look on you. “You better watch your mouth, Sunshine” he licked his lips. “Or what, Dixon?” “I’m gon’ shut it for ya.” he smirked. “ Well, well, I’m waiting for it...”

#a/b/o dynamics #alpha!daryl dixon x omega!reader #the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon fanfiction #fanfic

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nineteenninety-six · 3 years ago

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A Little Bit of Sunshine

↳ Hector x Reader

↳ Word Count: 3.09k

↳ Requested by @shadechu

A/N: I have never written for Castlevania before but I really enjoyed writing this, it flowed so easily. Hector is probably OOC but who cares lol.

Anyway, enjoy :D

Hector had moved to a small town after everything had gone down with Lenore. After she died he realised how much damage she caused him, the lasting marks of her abuse and manipulation still scarred his body and mind and he could no longer stay in a place where they had lived and she had died.

The fact that he managed to escape the bond she had on him and that he was able to deceive her was only able to sustain him for a short while before everything fell apart and Hector was no longer able to act as if everything was okay, so he left and started anew.

The new town was on the smaller side but not small to the point where he would stand out. He easily blended into bustling crowds in the town centre and the residents treated him like any other local. For the first time in a long time, he felt normal, as working for Dracula was an experience that words couldn't explain.

He had his own little cabin in the woods where he could be at peace and the distance to the town centre was far but long enough for him to enjoy the sights as he walked past. All in all, he liked this new path of his life, it was almost completely different than it used to be and he expected to miss it but he enjoyed the calmness and serenity of this new path of his life.

On his usual weekly trip to town, someone called out to him, trying to catch his attention. it was a young woman, probably the same age as him and she was calling for his attention, waving him over to her stall.

"Sir! Sir!"

Hector looked up in surprise and as soon as the woman realised she had his attention a bright smile overtook over her face before she eagerly began to wave him over, swinging her arms back and forth over her head, gathering the attention of the other people around them.

Hector quickly shuffled over to them not wanting her to cause an even bigger scene and pull more attention their way.

"You're new aren't you?" Was the first thing out of her mouth.

Hector flinched in shock at her words, not expecting them. No one else knew he was new and that put him on edge.

"Oh don't look so surprised, I just know everyone that comes here."

Hector raises a brow at her words, " ... That's weird. You do realise that right?"

The woman shrugs, "Maybe but it makes for good business. People are more likely to buy something if I remember them from just previously meeting."

Hector realises that he's standing in front of a stall filled with baked goods, "You're a baker?"

"Family business," She clarifies, “I mostly do the selling due to my - "

"Charm?" Hector cuts in with a sarcastic tone.

"Actually, I was going to say my good looks but yes charm too." The woman grins.

Hector couldn't help but bark out a laugh, the woman never missed a beat.

"I'm (Y/N) in case you wanted to know" (Y/N) informed him with a wink.

Hector had to twist his lips so that the smile that so desperately wanted to escape, couldn't.

"Hector" He introduced himself.

"Well Hector, what can I get you? " (Y/N) asked, gesturing to the spread of baked goods in front of her.

Oh, she was smart. Catching his attention, making him come over to his stall and

converse with her in front of everyone and now he could surely not been seen walking away with nothing after taking up her time. While he didn't really care about the local’s opinions about him, he didn't want to be outcasted more than he already was.

"I'll have a loaf and a sweet pie please"

(Y/N) shoots him a bright smile and packs up his items, then collects his money.

"Thank you, Hector. I hope to see you again soon"

"I'll see you again" Hector responded

As he began to walk back home, Hector thought back on how easily (Y/N) made him feel at ease, how he brought a smile to his face and drew laughter from and he got scared.

This is how Lenore got her claws in him, she manipulated and lied to him before tricking him into servitude and he never wanted something like that to ever happen again.

He decided for the health of his mind, he would keep his distance from (Y/N). He couldn't find it in himself to completely ghost her and ignore her so he'll keep cordial. He'll be friendly but he couldn't let himself become close to her.

.•° ✿ °•.

His plan worked well, every time he went up to town he stopped by her stall and bought what ended up being his usual order of a loaf and a sweet pie, engaged in small talk with (Y/N) before leaving and it worked well for weeks until he had a dream about Lenore one night.

A mere dream had knocked him off-kilter. He had awoken a mess and fell out of his bed in his confused and frantic attempt to escape his blankets. He only managed to crawl a few paces before collapsing on the cold floor, his remaining energy only enough to let him roll onto his back. Hector blinked lazily up at the ceiling as everything he had locked away came rushing back. He relived the moment when he fell for her, the moment he realised that she had tricked him, the moment when she realised he betrayed her and then when she had died by her own will.

Everything that had occurred over the last few years played in front of his eyes and he hated every part of it. He could never forgive himself for being so naive and trusting yet he missed those traits of his.

When he 'awoke' again, the sun was moving low, signifying sunset wasn't far away. He pulled himself up and washed his face at the basin before he left his cabin, his feet taking him into town. The town centre was still busy despite the late hour and so was she, the woman who he came to see.

Despite the other stall owners who had either left or were in the process of doing so, her stall was still set up with what remaining items she had left. She was sitting on a stall with a book on her lap in a different world and Hector felt bad about disturbing her but he needed her.

He didn't even have to call her name, as soon as he was a few feet away, she looked up at him with a smile and closed her book shut, though when she got a proper look at him, her smile faltered.

"Hector?" She made her way over to him, brow furrowed in concern, "Is everything okay?"

He must look like a mess. He certainly felt it on the inside and he had been in a trance since he woke up, not paying any attention to his looks.

"I... um, I -" Hector stumbled over his words, his tongue suddenly heavy.

"Why don't you take a seat" (Y/N) guided Hector to her stall and offered him some water from the pouch at her side.

Seeing that he was in no position to talk about what happened, (Y/N) changed the topic slightly, "I thought you were not coming today. I got so used to seeing you, it would be a shame if I did not see you."

"But do not fret, I set aside your usual order for you," She said as she showed him a little wrapped up basket.

Hector nodded, the change in conversation took the pressure off his shoulders and he felt more at ease to speak.

"What do you do with the ones you do not sell? "He asked

"Today these are going to the homeless. I usually alternate between them, the orphanage and poor families"

"That is kind of you. Nobody did anything like that when I was young"

"I think the world is horrible enough with the wars and death and it costs nothing to do a little good within your own community" (Y/N) then looked up at the sky and noticed the changing colours, “Do you want to come with me as I give these out?”

Desperate for more of a distraction, Hector agrees and he helps her clear up her stan before they set off to a different part of town, him carrying the basket of baked goods for the homeless.

“Do you have any family, Hector?” (Y/N) asked.

Hector shook his head, his grey hair swishing around his chin as he did so, “Just me”

“Hm, well if you want any annoying younger siblings, I’ll eagerly give you all of mine”

“Surely they’re not that bad-”

(Y/N) lets out a laugh, “One day I’ll take you to meet them. You’ll regret your words!”

As they walked around, handing the food to the less fortunate, Hector noticed the strange way (Y/N) behaved. Her head constantly twitched one way to the other, as if someone was calling for her attention but she stopped herself before fully turning around to see and her eyes were flickering about like seeing things that weren’t there.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?” Hector asked

(Y/N) froze when he spoke, looking at him with wide eyes, she twisted her head around to make sure no one was nearby before she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a hidden alcove.

There was fear in her eyes as she gripped his hands tightly, “I am telling you this because I trust you but you cannot tell anyone or they will kill me.”

“(Y/N)...?”

(Y/N) casts one more precautionary look around her before speaking, “I can speak to animals”

Hector blinked in surprise, that was the last thing he expected.

“You...speak to animals?”

“Speak, understand, you know the whole thing”

“...The whole thing?” Hector repeated after her.

(Y/N)’s shoulder slumped in disappointment at his words, “You do not believe me. Of course, you don’t, I sound like a crazy woman.”

“No, no!” Hector was quick to reassure her, “I don’t think you’re crazy, of course not.”

(Y/N) gripped Hector’s hands tighter in relief and he suddenly realised that they had not stopped holding hands since she had dragged him. Her hands were soft but strong and steady and they fit perfectly in his, he never wanted to let go.

“I could do since I was a child and I told my parents but they thought I was a child with a large imagination so they ignored me,” (Y/N) began to elaborate on her talent, “And when I was ten there was a witch-burning in our old town, an older woman was accused of conjuring spirits and setting against the people of the village but in reality, she was just a sick old woman who needed help. After that, I knew I couldn’t let anyone know about you know what”

“Why did you tell me?” Hector asked.

“...I don’t know. There’s something about you, so understanding, empathetic, trustworthy. I know I can trust you.”

(Y/N) had revealed her deepest secret to him, made herself vulnerable yet he could not do the same to her, though the ability to communicate with animals was much different than being a forgemaster.

“You can trust me, I promise I will not tell anyone.”

(Y/N)’s shoulders relaxed and she gave him a brief smile, “Your belief in me means more than you know.”

“Now,” Hector lifted the basket up, “Should we finish what we started?”

It had progressively gotten darker, the sun only moments away from going down completely.

“Of course! We must finish before it gets too dark.” (Y/N) stepped out of the alcove and hurried down the street, dragging Hector behind her, still holding on to his hand.

It was dark by the time they began to walk home, Hector insisting on walking her home so that she wasn’t alone at night. She stopped in front of a little cabin, not unlike his, it also wasn’t that far away from his.

“You don’t live with your family?” Hector asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “It is better for me this way. I love my family, truly but the chance of them finding out about me is something I can’t risk. I cannot truly say that they wouldn’t expose me… there are some things that are beyond even family ties.”

“Anyway,” (Y/N) spoke with a sigh, “It is late, I need to sleep. Thank you for today, Hector. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Hector waited until (Y/N) had reached her door and spoke again, “Can we...meet again soon?”

(Y/N) gave him a toothy smile, “Of course. In two days by the lake? I can bring a picnic for lunch.”

Hector nodded, “I’ll see you then.”

He waited until her door closed before he made his way home, his heart feeling happy. He had forgotten how he felt earlier that day and (Y/N) had completely turned his day around. He did feel guilt though, he went to for help, a distraction which she provided and then she revealed a deep secret of hers yet he couldn’t even tell her about his nor his past with Lenore or history with Dracula and being a forgemaster. The things he carried were heavy yet (Y/N) had already been so understanding and kink that he didn’t fear telling them to her, he knew she would understand.

In two days at the picnic, he would tell her.

.•° ✿ °•.

(Y/N) was already by the lake by the time he arrived, speaking out loud to someone he couldn’t see but when he heard the responding barks and yelps, he realised that she was talking to a dog. He hurried his pace to catch up to her, excited to see her communicate to animals in person.

“Is that a dog you’re speaking to?” He shouted as he jogged over to her.

(Y/N) spun around with a smile, “Yes! I’ll introduce you to him!”

She crouched down and took the dog into her arms before turning towards him after he finally reached her,

“Hector this is- Cezar”

“-Cezar”

Hector and (Y/N) spoke at the same time. Hector stared at the dog he had not seen since Carmilla had dragged him away after Dracula died and (Y/N) stared at Hector, surprised he knew the little mongrel dog.

Cezar eagerly barked at Hector, his tiny body wriggling in excitement as he tried to escape (Y/N)’s hold, so she let him down and watched as he raced over to Hector barking like mad and when Hector kneeled down, the door jumped into his arms and wiggled some more.

“...So I guess you know each other then?” (Y/N) asked.

“Cezar is my dog,” Hector explained, giving the small dog rubs and pats, “I got separated from him a while ago but how did you meet him?”

“We stumbled across each other last year and then we became close companions...but I’ve always been curious about something about him.”

“Is it that he looks like he should be dead?”

(Y/N) laughed, “Yes, Hector. Don’t get me wrong, I love the little dog but he looks a bit beyond his years.”

Hector put Cezar down and together they began walking towards the lake so they could set up their picnic.

He took a deep breath before he began to explain what he could do, “I’m a forgemaster.”

“Forgemaster? What’s that?”

Of course, she wouldn’t know what that was, her world was not the same as his.

“I can bring back animals and humans from the dead and call demons from hell.”

“Wow...that’s uh...wow”

“I’m sorry for dumping this on you, I know it’s quite heavy stuff.”

“I did not know that was possible”

“Many don’t. It’s beyond comprehension.”

“If I wasn’t looking at proof right now” (Y/N) pointed towards Cezar who was trotting ahead of them, “I wouldn’t believe it either.”

“Is that what caused you such distress the other day?” (Y/N) asked as they found a place to sit down.

“No, no, that was about Lenore.”

(Y/N) kept quiet allowing Hector to speak at his own pace.

“I was taken captive, stuck in a cell and Lenore gained my trust, pretending that she was someone that I could trust only to betray me and me her slave to her and her sisters. I was under their or more specifically her control for over a year until I managed to trick her and end the ‘bond’.”

“Where’s she now?”

“Dead. She was a vampire and decided it was her time to go.”

“Did you love her?” (Y/N) asked

“No, I don’t think I did. After I realised what she had done to me any feelings that I may have had disappeared, they were not formed authentically. I still feel incredibly stupid about the whole thing, I was foolish to believe someone who was involved in sisterhood with the person who captured me would genuinely care for me.”

“You were not foolish, you were human Hector '' (Y/N) comforted him, “You were vulnerable and she took advantage of that, you should not feel ashamed. You are strong that’s why you’re here with me right now and Lenore is no longer alive. You will never be proud of yourself if you keep on diminishing what you’ve achieved so far. You’ll never be happy and I want you to be happy”

Hector takes her hand in his, “I want to be happy.”

(Y/N) smiles at him, “You will be, I know you will.”

“I want to be happy with you”

“Oh-” (Y/N) smile changes into a softer one that tickles Hector’s heart, “I want to be happy with you too.”

“Imagine it,” Hector falls onto his back and tugs (Y/N) down with him, “You, me, Cezar in a cabin in the woods and all the animals you wish to speak to”

(Y/N) laughs, “You wouldn’t believe how chatting animals are, I’m fine with just being me you and Cezar for the moment.”

Cezar jumps up on Hector’s chest with a bark before settling down with a huff.

“Sounds like he agrees”

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kakiwrites · 3 years ago

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catching you break down

Genre: comfort

A katsuki bakugo x reader

Synopsis: the day felt longer than usual and you just weren't feeling like yourself. You couldn't even stop the tears that slowly poured down your face while you studied during your free period. It just so happens that one of your friends caught you in the middle of your breakdown and decided to go tell your boyfriend, bakugo all about it.

a/n: very self-indulgent. This is for the days where you feel sad but you don't know why. This has been on my mind for a while hehe- i miss writing for bakugo~ let's get started.

The day felt like it would drag on longer than usual.

From the moment you woke up, you knew that it was going to be a long day. Your muscles were aching despite not even training too much the night before. your thoughts were clouded by anxiousness and you didn't even know the reason why.

Bakugo could tell that something was off about you the moment you stepped into the classroom. You got there later than usual. Your eyes were frantically darting around as if you were thinking about the things that you might've you forgotten back at the dorms. It seemed like he wasn't the only one to notice since everyone else seemed to sense something was off too. nobody said a word.

Everyone collectively decided to leave you be and observe you, unknowingly causing your anxiety to increase tenfold.

Why were they staring at you? Did you forget an important date? Did you forget to bring something?

Did you do something wrong?

Aizawa gave your class a free period so he could catch up on a bit of sleep. Most of your classmates, including bakugo, decided to use this time to get some extra training. That left you in the room alone, well, with your teacher who was dead asleep in his yellow sleeping bag in the corner, but that wasn't the point here.

The point was, everyone left you with your overwhelming thoughts.

You attempted to distract yourself with your notes from yesterday but you couldn't take in the words. The letters seemed to jumble up into a confusing mess. Your breath became more labored. You tried to take in deep breaths to no avail. Your throat felt tight. It felt like you had no air to breathe.

That was the final straw before you finally burst into tears.

"hey, (y/n)-" a familiar voice greeted before stopping, seemingly shocked by your sobs. You snapped your head toward the door to see a worried Ochako. You were about to reassure her that you were okay before the girl backed out of the room. She bowed her head in apology before running back out into the hallway.

You didn't have the energy to run after her.

It only took a few moments before you heard two voices just outside the door.

"you don't have to be here too, dumbass."

"well, you left during sparing. You never leave during sparing, especially if Midoriya was your opponent."

Shit. You hastily wiped your eyes, just in time before Bakugo and Kirishima peeked into the room. You turned toward them and faked a grin, causing Bakugo to push Kirishima out the door, closing it behind him then narrowing his eyes at you. He was suspicious, rightfully so.

"oi, you okay?" he asked, his voice an octave lower than his usual one. He was gauging your reaction. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a seat at the desk right beside you, waiting patiently for what you had to say.

"Never better," you lied, doing your best to fake a smile. Bakugo scoffed at you.

"bullshit. You were crying." you were about to open your mouth and deny his claim only for him to continue. "don't you lie to me, (y/n). Your eyes are red and swollen, you can't even take a proper breath in and round face literally told me you were sobbing in here." he grumbled out.

"tell me what's wrong already."

You let out a sigh of defeat. You were caught. But that didn't mean you knew what was going on with you. Frustrated tears began to prick your eyes. What were you supposed to tell him? "i-i don't even know why I started crying." you sobbed, gripping onto your hands tightly. "everything just feels so overwhelming right now and I don't even know why. It's so frustrating and embarrassing."

"hey, hey, hey. That's normal. We don't always need to know the reason why we feel the way we feel or whatever." bakugo tried to reassure you. He scooted his chair closer to yours and pulled you toward his chest where you continued to sob. "you don't have to hide things from me. Even if you don't know the reason. I want to be here and help you, dummy." he grumbled, pulling away so he could see your face warp back into the small smile he grew to love.

"thank you, katsuki." you whispered, resting your head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat. Bakugo couldn't help but chuckle. He pulled away and left a soft kiss on your lips.

"i'll always be here, dumbass."

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years ago

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hi laurennnn. how about soft platonic!wandanat (like wanda and nat are in a relationship, reader isn't) taking care of the reader (who they've kinda taken under their wing) after she did something really stupid on a mission? i hope that makes sense

Happy WandaNat Wednesday!!!

Title: Breathing Again

Word count: 3k

Pairing: WandaNat x Platonic!Reader

Warning: a little sad, some fluff

A/N: Minimal editing so I do apologise! Mysh (mouse) Myshka (little mouse)

Gif owner @diegclila <3

For Alexis x @canarypoint

Breathing Again

The first thing you noticed was the pain, that sore aching pain that reached all over your body as you tried to adjust to the bright light as you awake, groaning at the sensitivity of your eyes that stare back at the white light. Your gaze flickers around the dark room trying to gather your senses, blurry outlines begin to focus as you notice a familiar figure curled up on the chair beside the bed you’re lying on. You swallow and lick at your dried lips.

“Wanda,” your voice rasped and croaked as you gained the tired witch’s attention watching her rouse to the sound of your voice. She moves quickly from her position once she notices you awake, her hands tentatively brushing your hair from your face as green eyes take in the almost healed bruises and scrapes that scatter across your skin.

“Shh sweetheart, here drink some water.” she instructs softly, her voice hushed as she moves to grab you a glass of water from the side table. She tilts the glass to your lips slowly allowing you to take in the cold liquid sighing in relief as you quench your dying thirst. Turning your head you watch her frantically move towards the door calling for someone as you frown still unsure of your whereabouts, she rushes back over to you and smiles reassuringly.

“What happened to me?” you ask, the events still a blur as you try to remember pieces of the mission. It was supposed to be a simple rescue job until an old rival of Tony’s decided to show up and stir up trouble causing the mission to go sideways, a second explosion had gone off close to where you were helping civilians escape out of the wreckage from the first hit unaware of the possibility of a second wave of explosions.

Wanda sits on the edge of the bed, her hand rubbing soothing strokes across your bicep. Watery eyes lock onto your own as you see her struggle to gather her words, before her gaze drops to her lap.

“You were almost out of the building when the second explosion went off, Nat tried to get to you she was screaming for you to retreat but you were too stubborn for your own good,” she pauses, as she raises a scolding eyebrow at you but her eyes remain soft and full of relief at seeing you awake and breathing; living. “There was a cry for help just south of the building and as you got them out the explosion hit and you- you tried to use your powers to deflect the force but you weren’t prepared for it and-” a sob escapes from her throat as you struggle to sit upright tilting your head to gain her attention again.

“I’m okay Wanda,” your words make her look up almost instantly, a small sad smile gracing her lips.

“Barely, we were told that your chances of coming around-” “Y/N!” Tony’s voice cuts off Wanda’s as he races in with a woman dressed in a white lab coat, her badge indicating her profession. She moves swiftly towards you shining a bright light in both of your eyes making you squint at the harshness, your body still coming around from what feels like a million years of slumber.

“Nice to see that you’ve come around, Y/N. I’m Doctor Jones, I’ve been looking after you while you’ve been here. Do you know where you are?” she asks, as if routine. “I uh- yeah. The hospital right?” you mumble, not overly confident with your answer. She smiles kindly at you as she nods in confirmation.

“That’s right and while we have been able to keep you stable, you’ve been through some major trauma alright so I need you to take it easy for me while we go through some routine check ups okay? Do you remember what happened to you?” she continues to ask questions as she checks over your vitals, moving with such ease and experience as Tony remains quiet next to her but still hovers close to the good doctor who seems to be irritated by his lack of personal space. From the expression on her face this isn’t the first time Tony’s been pestering her while you’ve been out, you frown at that thought.

“How long have I been out for?” your question makes them freeze, as Doctor Jones for the first time pauses as she writes on your chart, eyes flicker from one another. Wanda licks her lips as she looks away seeming to struggle with answering your question making you turn your attention to Tony. His shoulders slack as he stands a few inches away biting at his thumb nail.

“Two months and three days,” his words make your eyes widen as the machine next to you begins to bleep loud and fast.

“Two months!” you exclaim, your breathing becoming more erratic as you feel your chest tighten. Wanda seems to finally snap out of her tortured daydream as she focuses on your anxious form, her lips shushing you, her hands cupping your jaw as her thumbs brush across your cheekbones.

“Y/N. Listen to me, I need you to calm down okay?” she instructs, taking a deep breath in silently asking you to mimic her actions. A familiar routine that you’ve both done ever since your first anxiety attack after your first mission with the team. Her soothing efforts seem to work as Doctor Jones informs you that all your vitals seem to be all stable and that once you have been medically reviewed, you can be discharged home back to Avengers Tower.

Once the Doctor had left, Tony finally joined you and Wanda by the bedside sitting at the foot of the hospital bed. The pair caught you up on the past two months reassuring you that not a lot had changed, the lack of Natasha’s name didn’t go unnoticed by yourself though.

“Wait, what happened to Natasha?” the two share a look at the mention of the redhead assassin. Tony pats your leg and smiles softly.

“She’s fine, Kid.” he reassures, but Wanda’s distant look does nothing to calm your worries.

Since joining the Avengers you have become close to the assassin and the witch that sits beside you. The two had been dating for a while before you joined the team and became somewhat like mother’s to you, your mentors. Peter has Tony and you, well you had the two most badass women on your side. Moving away from your parents to live with the Avenger’s had been difficult at first, still trying to control your powers as well finding a way to fit into an already established team was hard but Natasha had been nice and warm towards you, teaching you the basics in hand to hand combat as well as weapons training while Wanda had taken you under her wing in the power’s department, having some power over certain elements yourself made you bond instantly with the witch. You had never been close to your parents, your abilities instantly labelling you as an outsider to them and the rest of your family but since being with the Avengers and having Natasha and Wanda look out for you, you finally felt a sense of belonging.

Biting your lip, you nod trying to convince yourself of his words.

***

Walking slowly into the shared common room, you allow Wanda to guide you gently into the living room space where some of the team wait impatiently for you. Peter spots you first, smiling brightly as he takes in your tired form. Jogging over to you, he gently takes you into his arms and squeezes lightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispers, you squeeze your eyes shut to hold back on the tears. The realisation of just how close you were to losing your life becoming more prominent as you squeeze him back ignoring the pain that creeps up around your body at the tight pressure.

“Me too,” you whisper back, before pulling away and greeting the others. Your heart tightens as the emotions from the last two days start to surface as Thor is last to greet you, his gentleness surprising you at the usually strong and mighty God who doesn’t realise his own strength at times. As they step away to give you some room to settle down on the sofa, you can’t help but look around for the certain redhead. Wanda notices your search as she comes to sit next to you, the guys moving towards the kitchen to help prepare for dinner which only heightens your suspicions knowing that Steve is the only one allowed to cook in the kitchen after the last incident that involved the microwave, pop-tarts and Thor.

“Wanda, is Nat okay with me? Doesn’t she want to see me?” your voice leaving her no room to dodge your questions. She brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear as she searches for the right words.

“Nat is fine, Mysh. Of course she wants to see you, she just- after the doctor told us that you might not make it through, Nat kinda retreated into herself. She would sit for hours at your bedside, I was the only one besides Clint who could get her to eat and sleep. I only managed to convince her to come back here a few days before you woke to get some proper rest,” she pauses, as tears build in her eyes. “Y/N, you have to understand one thing about Natasha. She has always been taught that love is for children, that in itself closed her off to any kind of personal relationships with others even after leaving the red room. Since meeting Clint and then being here with us, she’s been able to let go of that old notion and genuinely open up to the possible idea of love and friendship, to me, to the team, including you, Little Mouse.” she grins as she calls you the familiar nickname that Nat gave you after you started training with her.

“Is she here? I’d like to talk to her,” you murmur, suddenly feeling the need to apologize to her for not listening to her during that mission but most of all needing to reassure her and see her for yourself. Wanda nods as she leans forward pressing a kiss to your temple.

“She’ll be in your room,” she informs you, a knowing look passes through her green eyes as you nod. You stand and head for the elevator that leads to the private quarters before pausing and quickly moving back to Wanda briefly wrapping your arms around her chest from behind leaning your head against hers for a moment.

“Thank you for looking after me,” you mumble, she pats your arms and smiles.

“Go and see Nat,” are her only words, making you salute her mockingly as she laughs.

***

Taking a deep breath in you allow yourself a moment as you take in the familiar hallway to your bedroom, observing the picture frames on the wall. Frames showing yourself with the couple on your birthday, cooking with Wanda and Peter in the kitchen and one from your latest sleepover with the two, face masks in place as you pull silly faces. You notice your bedroom door ajar as you peek through the gap noticing Natasha’s figure curled up on your bed as her shoulders remain rigid and stiff as she faces away from you.

“Wan, I’m not in the mood-”

“It’s me,” you cut in, watching her become tense at the sound of your voice. She quickly sits up from your bed and faces you, her face stoic as her blue eyes take in your form. Moving further into the room you decide to crouch in front of her placing your hands onto her knees.

“It’s me Nat, I’m home.” you whisper, fidgeting in place as your nervousness begins to take over. Her hands tentatively reach your cheeks cupping your jaw as her eyes assess the fading bruises.

“I am so angry with you,” she murmurs, her voice betraying her words as fear remains evident in her voice. Your lips twitch as tears begin to build in your eyes.

“I know and I’m so sorry I should have listened to you-”

“Damn straight you should have. Do you know how scared I was when I finally got to you? You were so pale and you wouldn’t wake-,” she trails off, as she continues to take in your face.

“Natasha I know I scared you-”

“Scared me?! I have never been so terrified in my life Y/N, do you understand how important you are to this team, to Wanda.. To me! I know how frightened your parents were when we told them, they threatened to have you transferred to the hospital back at home and for us to never see you again.” you try to interrupt to explain that you understood but she continues, the emotions from the last two months finally surfacing.

“You may not realise this, but we care about you... so much, Y/N. At first I was so angry with you for being so darn stubborn and not listening to me,” she confesses, standing to her feet as she begins to pace. You stand as well stepping back to allow her room to let out her frustrations folding your arms across your stomach.

“Nat, I understand how reckless I was okay? I’m sorry I don't know what else to say right now,” you murmur, suddenly regretting the decision to do this now as you begin to feel lightheaded. The day’s events slowly creep up on top of you as you close your eyes for a second trying to steady yourself. Natasha seems to notice your swaying state and reaches forward wrapping a protective arm around your waist, guiding you towards the bed.

“Are you okay, Myshka?” she asks, worry evident in her voice. “Lie down,” she instructs softly, making sure the pillows are plumped behind your head. You look up shyly at her feeling the dizzy spell surpass slightly.

“Will you stay with me? Since I pretty much slept for two months I’m scared that when I close my eyes I’ll-”

“I know, Kid. Scoot over then,” she bumps her elbow against your shoulder as she comes to lie next to you. Facing each other, you can see the conflict pass through her blue eyes as she brushes a thumb across your cheek, capturing an escaped tear.

“If you need to sleep, you can. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” she promises, watching as your eyes slowly start to close on command. Natasha continues to watch as your lashes flutter, a small smile spreading across her lips.

“How is she?” Wanda’s voice whispers from the doorway, Nat turns her head towards her girlfriend, her eyes softening.

“She was feeling a little woozy but I think she just needed some rest,” she explains, Wanda moves forwards and kisses Natasha briefly keeping her head close to the redhead for a moment.

“And how are you, my darling?” Natasha shrugs, turning to face you again as Wanda moves to lie on your other side smiling warmly as you seek her out even in your sleep, cuddling into her side.

“I’m doing okay, just knowing she’s here and safe it’s like I can suddenly breath again you know.” Wanda nods understanding her brief sense of loss and grief for you, the uncertainty of whether you would wake again still lingering. Natasha’s eyes rest upon your sleeping form as she continues to open up to the witch.

“I may not have the privilege of carrying a child but she gives me hope, that I can be that mother figure and not screw it up with my own past traumas,” Wanda smiles, as she glances down at you.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Just so you know she is grounded for the next three years,” Natasha’s vows, although the teasing glint in her eyes shows she only half means it, making Wanda chuckle.

“I think you’ll have to get in line because her parents are on their way here,” Wanda informs, squealing as you suddenly sit upright, eyes wide at the mention of your parents.

“Shit! My parents!” you exclaims, groaning as you hold the side of your head feeling a sudden headache coming on, Wanda pats your back in sympathy.

“Don’t worry, Mysh. We’ve got your back,”

“Speak for yourself,” Nat mutters, grumpily. You turn your head to face her, a pout in place knowing it’s never a good sign when Natasha sides with your parents.

“Have already told you how sorry I am?” you ask, innocently making Nat grin mischievously.

Two weeks later

“One large pizza for the still grounded teenager,” Wanda teases, as she enters her shared living room with Natasha holding two boxes of pizza.

You turn your head from your sitting position on the floor as the smell hits your nose, wiggling your fingers towards them as you reach out for the top box. Sticking your tongue out at the avenger for her comment, you open up the lid and take a big sniff humming in delight at the greasy goodness.

“I’m going to forgive you for that comment. The pizza saved you this time, Maximoff,” you warn jokingly at the brunette as Natasha comes to sit next to you on the floor, her back leaning against the sofa. Wanda places a few slices onto her plate before curling up onto the single seat, her eyes full of fondness as she takes you both in, watching as you slap Nat’s hand away from your pizza slices.

“You guys know we have a couch you can sit on, right?” she teases, as you and Nat shrug stuffing the slice into your mouths eyes focused on the television.

“Come on, babe. Don’t be boring and join us,” Natasha entices, her eyes full of mischief as Wanda scoffs shaking her head.

“You both eat like animals. I’ll stay over here with my half of the pizza thank you very much,” she huffs but the glint in her eyes shows her amusement.

You all continue to munch happily on the cheesy slices as you and Natasha make ridiculous comments about the reality TV show that plays on the flat screen making you both laugh. Wanda smiles fondly enjoying the peace and the very normal atmosphere; being a well known superhero with many enemies makes moments like this rare so she remains quiet, that small smile playing on her lips as she observes her two favourite people in this rare domestic bliss knowing there’s no other place she’d rather be.

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dear-mrs-otome · 4 years ago

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Gute Besserung - IkeVamp (Faust)

'Tis a silly ficlet that's being rattling around in my head ever since that PV came out...and I'm a sucker for 'taking care of the sick'. 1500 words of Faust self-indulgence. Thank you to @mikotomizuki and @ambrosiallkiss for letting me scream about this!

She woke slowly. Swimming up through thick sleep that clung to her limbs and consciousness enviously, as if loathe to surrender her. Eyes too heavy to open still as she took stock - of the odd weight of her body, of what she could only imagine was the warmth of sunlight basking one half of her face, of the dry rhythmic scratch of nib on paper somewhere nearby.

Faust.

She knew without even needing to see for herself, recognized that omnipresent sound. Only he ever wrote thus, in a frantic scathing scribble, as if his thoughts were always tumbling faster than his hand. As if he were always racing time, trying to outpace something.

Ironic, given how much of it he had, she supposed.

Her own thoughts were sluggish, too-warm and chasing themselves in nonsensical circles, like withered leaves in the last heated gasps of an autumn wind. Her mouth dry with that patina so particular to a long convalescence.

She managed to crack her eyes open just as the writing stopped. Greeted by arched ceilings, stonework and heavy wooden paneling, walls lined with shelves that groaned beneath the weight of countless books. The faint astringent waft of chemicals framing a sharp counterpoint to the softness of the featherbed she reclined on. She needed no more than a passing glance to realize she was in Faust’s room...but why?

The ensuing silence was only broken by the slight tick of Faust’s glasses on the desk as she watched him set them aside, one hand rubbing at the bridge of his nose and over his eyes before raking through his hair, mussing the midnight strands with a sigh. His usual jacket had been cast off somewhere, leaving him in naught but rolled up shirtsleeves, looking altogether far more rumpled than she had ever seen. His broad shoulders bent as if beneath some burden, and in her daze she wondered what sort of weight could ever possibly bow his Atlas frame.

Her lips were parched as she sought her voice, finding only the barest ghost of it. “Faust?”

He jerked, snapping to attention, blinking owlishly in her direction for a moment before snatching up his glasses. They settled back on his face at the same moment his customary smile settled on his lips. Sardonically charming, effortlessly wicked.

She’d often thought the Serpent must have smiled at Eve much like that, from amongst the verdant fig leaves. More the fool she was then she knew, for recognizing it as such and still letting herself be seduced.

"Still among the living, then?" It was delivered in his usual droll style, the hint of a laugh always threatening to break through it seemed, as if ever ready to have a joke at her expense...but there was something taut about the inscrutable gaze he leveled at her. A wariness, almost. That of a breath long held, not yet released.

She sighed her indignance as best she could, offering him a kitten-weak glare even as an answering smile tried to tug at her lips. "Feel too terrible to be dead."

He hummed his assent, the sound rippling into a chuckle as he scooted his chair closer beside the bed, reaching for a pitcher and glass upon the nearby table and pouring a small measure out. Swift deft movements helped her to sit up against the pile of pillows and held the cup to her lips, letting her have her fill of water.

“What happened?” she managed, when her tongue no longer felt bone-dry and cleaved to the roof of her mouth.

“You fainted dead away in the midst of the soup course, four days ago. I was unaware that you found broccoli so repugnant.”

“Hah,” she huffed, and he seemed to relent.

“It would appear you came down with an illness of some sort. You’ve had a fever, some delirium, these past three nights. Influenza, or scarlet fever perhaps, though I see no sign of you presenting with a rash…” He trailed off, speculation creasing his brows as he lay a hand on her forehead, gauging her temperature. "The fever only broke this morning."

She sifted through the shards of memories his words unearthed, trying to puzzle them back into something whole. Snatches of long hot spells, of strange dreams and visions and feeling utterly wrung-out. A voice speaking often, low and sonorous, syllables broad with the brunt of German. And amidst all that, blissfully cool touches much like the fingers still settled on her brow.

She didn’t even realize she had been nuzzling into the reprieve of them until she felt them lingering on her cheek, their slight chill a welcome comfort - pausing just a heartbeat past propriety before withdrawing, pulled back so that his fingers could twitch into a tight knot on his lap.

“You've been here the entire time?” She framed it as a question, but they both knew it wasn't.

It was an attempt to avoid, perhaps, that had him turn towards the notes on his desk and shuffle them. “Was I to pass up an opportunity to observe the course of an illness up close? To see how a modern constitution fares against diseases of the past? A vampire’s physiology requires little in the way of rest.”

A wry smile did manage to find its way onto her lips them. “You could have just said yes.”

Faust sniffed. “It was either that or leave you to that jackleg Charles, and that was not going to happen. You needed proper medicating. I administered antipyretics first, though they seem only to have taken the edge off your fever. Phenazone, then phenacetin -"

He had taken on an all too-familiar tone, and she attempted to head him off before he got lost in his suppositions. "Faust."

"Although again with little effect. I thought perhaps simply an analgesic would at least allow you rest but opioids are for hacks. Not to mention that a soporific was the last thing you needed, given our attempts at getting you to -"

"Faust."

He rolled on over the top of her interruptions, almost rambling...but this was no mere animated lecture. It was the first time she'd ever seen him anything other than poised, and her attention came to rest once more on the dark circles carved beneath his eyes, those self-imposed bruises poorly masked by the disheveled tangle of his hair. "-regain sense enough to drink. Dehydration was certainly a concern, and your -"

She reached a hand out from beneath the covers and set it carefully on his knee. "Johann."

The muscles of his leg beneath her fingertips flinched, then seized, his words dying in a slight intake of breath. She saw him swallow thickly before he continued.

“You called for your mother. Crying like a lost child.”

His abrupt bald statement startled her, both the unexpectedness of it and the morose implication. Wondering just how closely she had flirted with death after all.

“You called out for me as well. In the throes of your fever.” He spoke to the grip she still had on his knee at first, before his stare shifted to pin her. A hoarseness running through his words, faint but unmistakable. One lone snagged thread in the dark-silk weft of his voice. “And there was nothing I -”

His jaw clenched down on the rest of that sentence and the silence drew taut, like a bowstring poised to devastate.

She didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know what to do with it. Didn’t know what to do with the green gaze that searched hers, questions sparking through it like sunlight off jade. And so she sidestepped it, let the elephant in the room settle into safe, uneasy repose.

“Thank you,” she told him at last, earnest in her gratitude. “I know I couldn’t have been in better hands.”

The ghost of his usual confidence haunted the lopsided smile he offered her. “You’re welcome.” He adjusted the blankets around her once more, hesitating the barest of moments before taking her hand in his and cradling it in his lap, fingertips pressed to her wrist. “Your pulse seems to be stable.”

But he didn’t relinquish it, long after she knew he must have counted out the heartbeats necessary...and she let the languid sweep of his thumb along her skin lull her back towards the exhaustion that welcomed her with open arms. “You’ll put me to sleep doing that,” she mumbled on a smile, eyes already closed.

“Rest then. You need it still.” His own words were no more than a low murmur now, almost more felt than heard. A soothing rumble that traipsed up her arm and seemed to make itself at home inside her chest. “Schlaf gut.”

And she wondered if she was asleep already, perhaps dreaming, when she felt the careful press of lips against the fingers curled around his - as if to seal that sentiment in place.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikevamp faust #my writing #ahhdkslfj what is writing even anymore #sobbing

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nightfrostshadow · 4 years ago

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To Save a Villain

Prompt by @gingerly-writing

“Well, hero, looks like you have quite the decision to make. Leave me here to bleed out and stain your precious hands with blood, or call an ambulance and keep me alive to ruin your life another day. Which will it be? I’m so excited to find out.”

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Hero glared at Villain who looked like he was lounging on the ground except a hand was covering his abdomen and blood was pooling around him. His face though twisted in a smirk was pale and she could visibly see the strain it took for him to not fall flat. He was already sitting on the ground and was doing all he could to not keel over.

Villain smiled as he painstakingly spoke once more with a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. “Wait you wouldn’t be so cruel to call the ambulance and leave? You know considering who I am, they would probably just speed up my journey to The Underworld.”

He looked up at her, “The only way to keep me alive would be to take me to your home and save me yourself. It is your fault after all you know?” He said gesturing to the wound with a grimace.

Hero sighed; her conscience would never let her leave him for dead. She groaned at the thought of what she was going to have to do. She reluctantly walked over to Villain and knelt beside him and gently- or as gently as she could- carried him on her back and headed home. Luckily, she could fly. She could not imagine transporting him any other way that wasn’t as fast as flying.

She entered her apartment through the window which she had kept open for this very purpose. Not exactly open but not locked either so she could just push it open from the outside. This was something only someone who could fly could do because she lived on the fifth floor. So it wasn’t too dangerous to do. Though coming back with Villain had certainly not been part of her plan. It was just a speedy way to enter her home.

She quickly laid Villain down onto her couch after throwing a spare cloth over it. She rushed to find her first aid kit. She fretted as she removed his shirt and had absolutely no idea what to do for the literal gaping hole in Villain’s abdomen which was spilling his blood all over. She rushed over muttering to Villain. “I’m not the right person for this!”

However, a very quick search on her phone later she managed to at least decently, if not perfectly, clean the wound and stop the bleeding before wrapping it up. She highly doubted it was the proper procedure but she would take it since Villain’s breathing had evened out.

It had started to get laboured a few minutes ago. His face though pale was not ghostly anymore. She let out a deep breath, one she hadn’t even noticed she was holding. Luckily this was enough because Villain healed faster than normal people. So even though what she had done was probably not enough for a normal person, for Villain it was more than enough.

Now that she wasn’t worried anymore, she quickly took off her jacket which had been stained with Villain’s blood while she had been carrying him. She didn’t have time to worry about cleaning it up now so she just deposited it onto a chair and decided to worry about that later.

She looked at Villain. He was quietly taking in the sight of her bandaging across his abdomen. He looked up with a weak smile that was slowly growing stronger as he healed. “Thank you for letting me stay the night. I appreciate it.”

Hero stared in surprise, “What did you just say? You aren’t staying the night. Absolutely not.”

Villain stared at her, “How fast do you expect me to heal? I’ll be fine tomorrow morning. It’s already night. The sun set an hour ago. I’m all for sleeping early today and I think you should too. Today was a pretty busy day.”

Hero didn’t argue. She knew it would be of no use so she silently disappeared into a room and reappeared a moment later carrying a blanket. She considered throwing it at Villain to spite him but then her conscience reminded her about the injury so she reluctantly draped it over him all the time glaring at him silently warning him not to joke about it.

Villain smiled but said nothing as his eyes sparkled. Hero finally spoke when she was done, “I’m turning in early tonight. Good Night.”

As soon as Hero left and went to her bedroom, Villain was left alone in the hall. He slowly lifted the blanket and checked on his wound with his powers. He estimated it would be an hour or two before he was completely healed. Until then he decided to just wait.

About two and a half hours later Villain awoke. He blinked his eyes as he looked around him for a moment wondering where on earth he was. Then he realised he must have dozed off. He quickly lifted the blanket and gently pulled off half of the bandaging that Hero had done, or tried to at least. He recalled her frantic google search before doing so and chuckled. He could see that he had fully healed.

Villain smiled. Not bad considering the fact that he had almost died a few hours ago. He did owe Hero for that. Then again it was her fault that he had gotten hurt. They were even. However, he was a villain who returned favours. He decided to get her some chocolate perhaps as he scanned the room with his eyes to see if he could find out what Hero liked. He spotted a bar of chocolate on a table. He got up and walked over to the kitchen. He saw many more of them in a box. He grinned. Well, that was settled. She liked chocolate.

In the meantime… he quickly grabbed one and started eating it. Who doesn’t love chocolate after all? He had never tried that particular type before. He mentally added it to the list of chocolates he liked because it was absolutely delicious.

He considered going back home but he didn’t want to leave without a word. He preferred grand exits. He went back and made himself comfortable on the couch and went to sleep.

The next time when Villain awoke it was around five ‘o’clock in the morning. He frowned as he glanced at the wall clock. He usually woke up an hour earlier than that time. His body probably needed extra rest after that injury yesterday. He sighed as he quickly got up and folded the blanket. He was a good guest after all. He smirked as he thought of what Hero’s face would look like when he said he was a guest.

He didn’t have his toothbrush or anything here so he just washed his face and went to wake Hero up before heading home. Goodness how was she still sleeping? The sun was almost about to rise. A few golden beams of light had appeared near the horizon. He walked into the room to see Hero tightly wrapped up in her blanket.

He almost laughed at the sight. It wasn’t even that cold. He called out her name to wake her up. She didn’t budge. He finally used his powers and levitated her into the living room and set her down on the couch which he had just vacated.

Finally, she woke with a jerk. Sleepy eyes looked up at him. As soon as she registered who it was, she glared at him. “How could you wake me up so early!”

Villain scoffed, “Early? It’s late! Anytime after the sun rises is late. Well, I’m about to leave so I had to do you a favour and wake you up.”

Hero slowly eased herself into a sitting position and stared in shock as she registered where Villain was standing. He had jumped onto her window frame and it looked like he planned on exiting that way.

She jumped up and ran towards him, “Wait! You can’t do that when you’re injured!”

Villain turned back with a grin, “Aw, I’m extremely touched you care about me. I was healed last night don’t worry.”

Hero spluttered, “Who-Who cares about you? Wait-WHAT did you just say?”

Hero was fully awake now with all the shock and realization setting in, “You were fully healed last night? Then why didn’t you leave?”

Villain’s eyes twinkled mischievously, “Well what’s the fun in that? Oh and thanks for that bar of chocolate.”

He smirked, “I’ll be back soon to repay the favour. You’ll be seeing me quite often now that I know where to find you.”

With that he winked and with a little wave he leapt off.

Hero sighed as she looked around and spotted the blanket he had folded. The only sign other than her blood-stained jacket that Villain had been here. Then again, it was hard to believe she had brought Villain to her house.

She slowly walked back towards her room surprised to find that she was actually looking forward to Villains next visit.

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 years ago

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REDACTED verse - A special night

Prompt: Any Fandom | Any Characters/Pairings | Ordering a sweet treat to be delivered to the other person at home/work

Word Count: 2,136

Author/Team: LadyMonotone

Fandom/Original: Redacted ASMR (Gavin/Freelancer. Vincent Solaire/Lovely)

Rating: T

Triggers: NA

Summary: Having an Incubus boyfriend comes with many perks. The Freelancer and Lovely really should have seen it coming.

ConCrit: Y

Well, I guess this can be a sequel to my previous oneshot, REDACTED verse - Those that stood above the rest. I really wanted to write the Freelancer and Lovely interacting after their first, proper meeting so this oneshot suddenly comes to mind!

Exam week is the bane of every student, everywhere — even for the magical ones.

An uneasy atmosphere lingers around D.A.M.N as the current semester hurl the students into an intense week of revisions, study groups, and extra classes; all for the upcoming exams.

The seniors are frantically cramming for their final papers and projects under the watchful eyes of the lecturers. The Freelancer doesn't envy them one bit when they caught a Sonal Energetic screamed into his backpack for a solid ten minutes.

His scream shakes the student lounge, and the windows shattered.

Once he got that out of his system, he focused back towards his textbook, expressionless. The rest of the students around the Energetic hardly bat an eye over what just happened.

On that day, the Freelancer learned to avoid a large group of seniors until the exam week blows over.

"The tension alone in that lounge could make a Serenity Daemon hide underneath a bed." The Freelancer narrates their experience to Lovely. The two of them are currently having their own study session over at the Freelancer's apartment.

It's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and yet here they are - flipping through textbooks, reviewing and swapping notes and downing cans of coffee and Red Bulls from as early as 9 AM. "Even the janitor wasn't fazed by it. He just snapped his fingers, and the windows were good as new!"

That night after their proper introduction, Lovely and the Freelancer had become quite good friends, much to Vincent's annoyance and Gavin's pleased smirk when the Freelancer told him that Lovely would be coming over for their study session.

"Aww, look you, Deviant. Arranging a little study date with that friend of yours," Gavin teased during breakfast this morning. They both woke up early to prepare meals that could last the Freelancer and Lovely throughout the whole day. When his Deviant absentmindedly replied, "Uh-huh" as they were busy chopping the vegetables, Gavin couldn't help but plant a fond kiss on top of their head. "Anyway, I'll be popping into Aria for a bit today. A few of my, ah, older brothers and sisters called for a meeting. Can I trust that you two won't be having too much fun without me?"

The Freelancer stopped chopping to gave their boyfriend a deadpan stare. "Gavin, we'll be studying." They explained. "Our first paper is literally next week. So I'm sorry to burst your bubble, but there won't be any fucking happening." They then stop themselves. They suddenly recalled something. "I don't want to be on that Solaire Prince's hit list too."

Gavin just cooed at their disgruntled partner, as if the genuine possibility that the both of them being shred to pieces by Lovely's possessive boyfriend amused him.

Nonetheless, Gavin pulled his weight to ensure there was enough food and comfortable pillows and blankets in their shared apartment so that his Deviant and the Electro Energetic would be comfortable for their revisions.

An hour before Lovely arrived, Gavin kissed the Freelancer goodbye and Rifted into his home dimension.

And now we're back in the present.

"I think those students around that guy were his classmates," Lovely commented. They take a quick sip of the lemonade that Gavin prepared to refresh their parched throat. Even in a simple pair of slacks, baggy t-shit, and hair pulled up in a bun, they still look as breathtaking as ever. "They reacted as if it was like a regular Tuesday for them. It's so crazy to think that we'll be seniors like them soon."

The Freelancer pours more lemonade into their glass from the pitcher beside them. Their books, notebooks and snacks are spread all over the dining table. A large and fluffy pillow is propped behind the Freelancer so they can lean back on their chair comfortably. "Urgh, mood. I can already imagine the coursework we'll be forced to do in our final semester." They groan. Their brain is fried from all the information and notes they've been reviewing since this morning. On top of that, the thought that they will be getting even more work once they hit their senior year is starting to freak them out.

Seeing the Freelancer is having an internal crisis, Lovely quickly glance at the time on their phone and decides, "OK, I think we seriously need a break. You look like you're going to pull a stunt similar to that Sonal Energetic, and I don't think your boyfriend appreciates coming back to a half-destroyed apartment."

"Gavin can fix the apartment with his magic, don't worry." The Freelancer is quick to assure Lovely. "He did that after he and Vega trashed the place anyway."

"Uh, what? Who's Vega?"

The Freelancer snapped their attention back to Lovely once they realised the name that they accidentally dropped. "N-Nothing! I didn't s-say anything!" They laugh awkwardly, doing their best to brush off Lovely's concerned expression. "Anyway, break! Yeah! That's a good idea! Are you hungry? We can watch something on Youtube and eat in the living room. You're OK with that?"

Lovely gingerly nods; it's best not to comment or ask about this Vega person since the name alone made their friend jumpy. They push their chair back, stretch their stiff spine, and get up to help set the plates and cutleries while the Freelancer heats the lunch they made in the morning.

They then move to the living room with a tray of food and drinks, where the couch and coffee table are surrounded by pillows and blankets thrown around messily.

"You play video games, right?" The Freelancer asked after Lovely settle down on the couch with a blanket over their lap. "Do you want to watch a playthrough or something?"

"Sure! Do you and Gavin play video games too?"

"Gavin does, though he usually only plays those dating sim games for girls. It's a guilty pleasure of his."

"Oh, Otome Games? My respect for your boyfriend just levelled up. Has he ever played Hatoful Boyfriend?"

"Uh... I don't remember he ever mentioned that title. What is it about?"

"We're watching a playthrough of that game. Right now. You can watch it with me, but you can't tell Gavin anything, OK? I promise you're going to love his reactions."

Lovely's eyes light up with glee and grin widely as the Freelancer switch on the Smart TV. When thumbnails of pigeons with pink hearts in the background pop up on the screen, they immediately throw an incredulous look at the Energetic.

"That top playlist is good to watch. Come on, sit beside me." Lovely pats on the empty spot on the couch beside them, unperturbed at the look the Freelancer is giving them. "I think you're going to like Okosan."

The Freelancer press play on the first video and kick back on the couch with the Energetic. What's better than having a break after a long study session? Hanging out with a friend with some good food while watching a crazy romance video game about pigeons!

However, when the fourth video starts to play, the doorbell rings.

"Uh... are you expecting someone?" Lovely asks curiously; their head is tilting towards the door. Their plate of eggplant pasta and buttered abalones are polished on their lap. The Freelancer internally preened when they enthusiastically complimented on theirs and Gavin's cooking skills.

Anyway, the Freelancer moves their empty tray onto the coffee table and flip over the blanket to get up. "Not really. Gavin said he'll be coming back home at night." They explain and went towards the door when the doorbell ring once more.

A delivery man greets the Freelancer with a stoic face, an armful of flower bouquet, and a thick, rectangular item wrapped in hot red packaging.

"I, uh, think you got the wrong address?" They said, confused to hell and back.

The delivery man blinks, unfaze at the Freelancer's greeting. "Good afternoon. Delivery for..." He pauses to read the card attached to the bouquet. "Deviant? We received a request from Gavin to arrange a flower bouquet and some... special chocolates. He also left a message for you: My Deviant has been working so hard lately~ So I got you something to... help you relax. PS: give some of the special chocolates to that gorgeous friend of yours and their boyfriend."

The Freelancer could only gape when the delivery man finished reciting Gavin's message. From the living room, Lovely is also doing an excellent mimicking of a goldfish. Their stunned expression made the man sigh tiredly. "Look, I'm not going to judge your... bedroom activities. Just take the packages already. I still have more stops to deliver."

"O-Oh my god! I'm really, really sorry about my boyfriend!" The Freelancer finally snaps out of it and stammers an apology. Their face is bright red. They hurriedly accept the flowers and package, shoot a quick thank you and slams the door shut.

Lovely watches as the Freelancer stares into the bouquet with a mixed feeling, something between fondness and extreme embarrassment, before they scream into the large sunflowers.

They patiently wait for the Freelancer to get it out of their system before Lovely delicately asks, "So, uh, does Gavin do these sort of things often?"

"No. This is the first time ever." The Freelancer replies. Their voice is muffled because the flowers are still pressed onto their face. "That's what I get for dating an Incubus, I supposed..."

"Aww, don't be embarrassed, dude! I think it's super sweet how much Gavin loves you. Flowers and chocolates? Boy got some serious game; might even give Vincent a run for his money, and you should've seen how we first met."

The Freelancer peeks through the petals and is relieved to find that Lovely wasn't put off by Gavin's forward nature. In fact, they are very accepting of the Freelancer and Gavin's relationship.

Feeling the warmth on their cheeks slowly disappearing, the Freelancer made their way back to the couch. The rectangular package is tossed onto the couch, and the bouquet is on the coffee table. The Freelancer figured they could put the fresh flowers in a water-filled vase later.

"The guy said that Gavin sent you some chocolates?" Lovely reiterate as the Freelancer began to untie the ribbon and unwraps the box.

"Special chocolates, and knowing Gavin, I kinda have an idea of what kind of chocolates they are." They admit and make quick work of tearing the paper wrappings.

Apparently, Gavin ordered two types of chocolates for his Deviant. One box holds a fancy gourmet assortment of salted almonds dipped in rich Belgium chocolate, double chocolate raspberry truffles, vanilla pieces powdered with light matcha and some white praliné hearts.

Lovely whistle, impressed over the spread. "Your boyfriend really went all out for you!"

The box below it contains rows of heart-shaped chocolates, but the short message written on the card of said box proves it's anything but ordinary treats.

'These are homemade chocolates made by one of my close associates. She's a Succubus, by the way, and renowned for her aphrodisiac desserts. You can try some first if your Energetic friend doesn't mind being a voyeur.'

The Freelancer promptly throws away the card and cues them, and Lovely shrieking in embarrassment. Neither of them expects the second batch of chocolates.

"These are sexy chocolates? Like, legit aphrodisiac chocolates made with magic!? Oh my god, I didn't know they were a thing!"

"I didn't either! I was expecting sex toys below the chocolates!"

"Wait - didn't Gavin wants to give these to Vincent and me!? Dude, does he has a thing for Vincent? Because at this point, I should tell you: he noticed that Gavin was purposely riling us up when they first met, and he's been thinking that your boyfriend is out to get him. But, uh, not in the sexy way, but I'm thinking otherwise now. And if that's the case, then you can warn that Incubus to be ready and catch these hands."

The Freelancer groans and hides their face in their hands. "OK, you know what? I'm going to put the special chocolates in the fridge, and then we'll continue watching a few more videos from the playthrough and get back to studying."

"... You're in denial."

"I'm just trying to keep whatever sanity I have left. It's been a crazy year."

"Urgh, tell me about it."

That night, at Lovely's and Vincent's apartment:

"Vincent, baby? I'm back. Look what I got!"

"Welcome home, Lovely. Dinner's ready if you're hungry. Hmm? What's that?"

"It's homemade aphrodisiac chocolates made by a Succubus. Gavin and the Freelancer gave some to us."

"...I'm gonna punch that Incubus in his smug ass face."

"...Does that mean you don't want them in the bedroom tonight?"

"OK, I'll punch him tomorrow. C'mere, Lovely. I've missed you."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

#redacted asmr #fanfic #they/them pronouns #gender neutral s/o #freelancer (listener)#lovely (listener)#gavin #vincent solaire

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Eight

Summary: You wake up somewhere different from where you fell asleep. Once you figure out what happened, someone’s getting their ass kicked. Additionally, Javier wakes up.

W/C: 3.5k (I got carried away)

Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, LANGUAGE holy shit language, Steve is a patronizing asshole but he means well

A/N: AAAAA this chapter was really fun to write you guys. I decided this series is going to have 10 chapters and an epilogue. We’re approaching the end and that’s so crazy! Thank you all for sticking around with me!!! I have a new Javier fic series coming soon, titled Caffeine Rush, and I’m SO excited for it! In the meantime, let’s figure out where our dear reader woke up, shall we?

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You frantically look around the room you woke up in, terrified and confused. It’s dark, a sliver of moonlight coming in through the crack in the curtains. The alarm clock on a bedside table next to you reads that it’s 3:38, clearly at night, since it’s so dark. There’s a lamp behind it and you flip it on, uncovering the room to your eyes. It’s still unfamiliar, but you look at the other night stand and things start to shift into place.

On the small table sits a framed photo of two blonde-haired and blue-eyed people, hugging each other: you’re in Steve and Connie’s bedroom, in their bed. You rush out of the bed, flipping on the light. In the mirror, you discover that you’re wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair is tied in a colorful scrunchie. You have no recollection of getting in these clothes or getting here, which makes you realize that Steve or Connie must’ve been the one to change you from your bloodstained scrubs and take you here.

Exiting the bedroom, you walk into the apartment itself to find that neither of them are there with you. Javier’s denim jacket and your purse are sitting on the kitchen table. You pull the jacket on, grab your purse, and storm out of the apartment, down the steps and out of the building. You’re on a mission at this point, enraged that they’d remove you from Javier’s side, specifically without your consent. You murmur angrily under your breath as you make your way back to the hospital.

When you arrive, you shove the doors open and make your way up to the proper floor. The other nurses clear from your path as you stalk through the halls.

You find Lorena as you enter the break room, and she looks relieved to see you. “Did you rest alright?” she asks, concerned, and puts her coffee down on the table she’s sitting at.

“Did you let them do this?” you ask her, less enraged as her presence remains calm.

She shakes her head. “They took you before I could do anything about it. Steve brought you out and drove you to their place, then Connie told me about it. I wasn’t exactly happy that they did it but I figured you needed some rest, so it sounded like a good idea.”

“They could’ve fucking told me!”

“You wouldn’t have gone. Come on, we all know that.”

“Doesn’t make it alright.” You turn and leave the room, determined to go check on Javier now.

Outside of Javier’s room, Steve sits in an office chair and reads a book. He hears you approaching and his neutral expression tinges with fear when he sees your face. “Has he woken up yet?” You ask, hands on your waist to prevent yourself from grabbing his shirt and shaking him until his blue eyes burst from their sockets.

“Twice. He was barely conscious for either of them, though,” he admits, not meeting your eyes.

“How dare you, Murphy?” you hiss, stepping closer.

He doesn’t dare to tell you that it isn’t his fault, that Connie was the one who asked him to do it. She changed you into Javier’s spare clothing and tied your hair up, and Steve brought you to the car and into their apartment. It doesn’t matter; Connie doesn’t need your wrath right now. She’s already spent most of the night crying. “You needed it.”

:Yes, I needed rest, but this was not the way to do it. Not without telling me, taking me somewhere without my knowing. Javier needs me, and-”

“Javier is asleep,” Steve says firmly. “He can’t need you when he’s not conscious. Plus, look around. This hospital is full of competent nurses.”

“I know him best of the nurses, Steve. You are not my father, you don’t get to make choices like that for me, like I’m some toddler.”

“You’re acting like one.”

You feel the rage pooling inside you, but it all dissipates as you look up and through the window and find a pair of dark brown eyes looking at you and Steve. “He’s not asleep, turns out,” you grumble and enter the room, smiling softly.

Javier smiles back at you. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you practically whisper and gravitate towards him.

“You looked sexy yelling at Steve like that.”

You genuinely laugh at his words and shakes his head. “I think I’m physically incapable of looking sexy right now.”

“No, really. I like your jacket,” he tells you teasingly with a dazed smile, and you chuckle as you look down at yourself. “And your clothes… are they all mine?”

You look closely at the clothes and realize that they are. “Connie changed my clothes while I was sleeping,” you chuckle. “I wanted to be here when you woke up, but they took me to their apartment to rest.” You sit on the edge of the bed, and he reaches up for your face but you take his hand and hold it in both of yours. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here the last few times you woke up.”

Javier chuckles softly, then winces at the pain it causes. “I can’t even remember them, so that’s okay,” he tells you with a soft smile, his voice gravelly from the sleep.

You bite your lip, your heart breaking at the pain he’s clearly in. You shed his jacket and bend down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” you tell him softly, your thumb stroking the back of his hand.

“I had the best nurse in Colombia to help me,” he tells you and you smile and kiss his knuckles gently.

“How are you feeling?” You ask into his fingers.

“It hurts,” he admits in a small voice, his other hand tracing the incision across his abdomen.

You nod at that, letting his hand rest on the bed, both of yours still clasping it. “At least you’ll have a badass scar,” you tease softly, and he smiles up at you, not bothering to laugh, not wanting the accompanying pain. His pupils are slightly wide; it’s an indication he’s not fully clear of the pain medication’s hold on him. You’re silent for a moment, simply looking at each other and glad the other is there. “What do you remember?” you ask, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

“Not much,” he shrugs. “Murphy and I were on the street to find an informant who told us to meet him there, and then there was a bang and I started to feel how much it hurt.” He gulps and looks down at the incision, though he can’t see it through his hospital gown. “Then I was in the ambulance, and then I saw you.” He smiles and you chuckle, a small smile tugging at your cheeks. “You looked like an angel.”

You bite down on your lip and look down as you remember what else he told you. He’d tell you now, you think, if he remembered it. But he doesn’t.

The door opens and Steve walks in. You squeeze his hand lightly, not wanting to look at the man you just berated so aggressively. “Hey, Javi,” Steve says softly.

“What the fuck did you do to make her so angry?” He asks, sitting up a little and wincing at the pain he feels in his abdomen.

“Javi-”

“No, what the fuck did you do?” he asks, clearly pissed off at him. “Because it was something shitty; no one just snaps like that, especially not her. What was it?” The medications make emotions more volatile, more subject to a quick change, but you didn’t expect this from him.

You bite your lip and shake your head. “It’s okay, Javi,” you tell him and gently press him down until his back meets the hospital bed again. He seems to relax under your touch. You swallow and tell him the story, an abridged version of it at least.

“How dare you, Murphy?” Javier asks, in just the same tone as you did a few minutes earlier, and it makes Steve chuckle a little. He struggles up against your hand, trying to fully sit up “What, you think that’s funny? You fuckin’ c-”

“Javier,” you say sharply and continue to hold him against the bed. “Relax. It’s alright now, it’s all okay.”

The effort sitting up took shows on his face and in the way his body relaxes against the bed. “Okay,” he says warily, still looking at Steve with a little suspicion.

“I’m glad you’re alright, Javier,” Murphy simply says and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

The fact that Javi’s awake and seems to be able to stay awake is calming to you. “I’ve had a long day,” you admit with a chuckle. “I’d really like to go take a shower. I’ll get Connie or Lorena to come sit with you, and then I’ll come back?” You offer to him.

He shakes his head. “Send Steve back in. Go shower, hermosa,” he tells you with a smile.

You nod and start to stand but he clutches your hand. “Before you go…” he sits up a little and presses a kiss to your forehead, then falls back against the pillow. He grunts from the effort it took. “Thank you.”

It warms your heart, makes you melt a little. “Cualquier cosa para ti, Javi,” you tell him gently and kiss his hand before dropping it. “Are you hungry? We can’t really give you solids yet, but I’d get you a Jell-O or something,” you offer.

He shakes his head. “No. Thank you, though.”

You nod with a soft smile and exit the room. The smile falls as you see Steve again. “I’m going to go shower. He wants you,” you tell him. You look down at the cigarette he’s smoking and frown a little. “Whatever you do, don’t let him smoke.” You walk past him and head to the nurses’ bathrooms.

Steve enters a few moments later.

“Cigarette?” Javier asks him.

“You practically got stabbed, Javier. No smoking while you’re in here,” he tells him, but slips him a piece of nicotine gum. Javier chews it and sighs at the release that comes from it. “Why did you want me?” He asks.

Javier looks away, out of the window to the outside world. “Were you with me the whole time?” he asks him.

Steve shakes his head. “No. Connie took over, made sure I wasn’t too fucked up. Got stitches,” he chuckles and points to his forehead. “She didn’t let me get discharged until she was sure every bandaid was in place.”

Javier nods. “Tell me everything that happened,” he asks, still staring away from him. Not wanting to meet his eyes when he makes a request from him.

Steve nods. “Well, let’s see. The bomb went off and a big piece of somethin’ went into your abdomen. Connie said it went between your ribs and it almost hit the liver, but just missed. It hit a big vein or somethin’ like that, I don’t really know, and you lost a lot of blood. Ambulance brought us here. Connie took me as soon as we got to the hospital. You were in surgery for a coupla’ hours. That all happened yesterday, technically. It’s ‘bout 4 A.M. now. You slept a long time, now we’re here.”

Javier nods at the story, chewing his gum and sighing at how nice the mint feels after the terrible feeling in his mouth that follows hours and hours of sleep. “Gotcha. When I was fucked up… did I say anything? To you, to anyone…” he trails off. It’s referring to you.

Steve nods. “Uh, yeah. The girls told me that you said you loved her, quite a few times. Called her your angel, with the whole light above the head thing,” he says and gestures to the top of his head. “Uh… she called in Lorena, and you thought she said Lorraine, so you started panicking.”

Javier’s eyes widen and he finally looks back at Steve. “What did you tell her about Lorraine?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just that she was your ex. Nothing about the whole wedding fiasco.”

Javier sighs at that, reassured. “Thank fucking Christ,” he nods and rubs his face with his hands. “Did anything else happen?”

She told you that she loves you too, Steve thinks, but he realizes he’s not really at liberty to tell him that. “No, that was about it. I brought her to our place and she slept for a little while. She… she cares a lot about you, Javi. She was about to fuckin’ castrate me before she saw you were awake.”

Javier smiles a little at the image, you in his clothes and absolutely roasting Steve. It made him a little proud, he had to admit. “Thank you. For making her rest,” he tells him finally.

Steve nods. “She needed it. She might be pissed about it now but that was the only way she’d rest properly.”

“She’s a stubborn one.”

“Suits you.”

“Shut the fuck up, Murphy.”

“You said it first.”

The two men smile softly at each other. They’re both exhausted; it’s evident in their eyes. “Go home and get some rest. Better yet, tell the bastards at the embassy about this.”

“Oh, they already know, Javi.” Steve chuckles. “The explosion was at 7:30 in the mornin’ yesterday. That’s about a day ago now,” he reminds him. “They say to worry about the injury first and Escobar later.”

“Easy for them to say. They barely even think in the first place, much less about Escobar,” Javier grumbles. “If you go to the apartment, will you bring some of my files?”

Steve raises an eyebrow. “You really think I’m going to say yes to that?”

Javi groans as he readjusts himself, his rear end growing sore. “Worth a shot. Go home, Steve. I’ve got the girls here to take care of me.”

Steve nods a little. “Maybe I will. What else can I bring you from your apartment?” he asks. “I have four things I won’t bring you: cigarettes, booze, files, or condoms,” he teases and counts them off on his fingers. “You two can fuck when you’re all healed.”

Javier rolls his eyes at Steve. “At least some nicotine patches or gum then, if you won’t let me smoke.”

“Hey, her orders, not mine,” Steve says and raises his hands defensively as he stands. “Rest well, kid,” Steve tells him as he leaves the room.

“I’m older than you, you bastard,” Javier calls after him, and he hears Steve chuckle lightly as the door closes.

A bit after Steve leaves Javier’s room, you finish your shower and dry your body with a towel. Lorena keeps a small set of her own shower products in her locker, and gave them to you so you didn’t have to use the shitty, hospital-provided 6-in-1 soap. You feel refreshed as you dress in the only clothes available for you: one of Steve’s hoodies, with some American college’s logo plastered across the front, and Javier’s sweatpants. You tie your hair up with the same scrunchie as before and sigh as you look in the mirror.

Your eyes are bloodshot and deeply sunken from the amount of tears they’ve shed in the past 24 hours. There are dark bags beneath them, puffy and heavy, and they only emphasizing how pronounced the veins in your eyes are. You nearly start crying again from how shitty you look, but hold back. You brush your teeth with a disposable toothbrush, sighing at how good it feels to be clean.

Once you finish, you put the items back in Lorena’s locker and chug a coffee in the break room. You haven’t eaten much today, besides the snacks Steve brought earlier, but the coffee is all you need. It feels good as it warms you from the inside out.

At this point, you’re technically off-shift, and it should be after visiting hours, but none of your coworkers comment on this as you walk to Javier’s room. They simply pat your shoulder or give you some words of reassurance.

You throw away your coffee as you stand outside his room. His eyes are shut, and for a moment you worry that he fell back asleep, but they open when he hears the door. He sees you and smiles softly, reaching out a hand to you. “Mi ángel,” he calls and you smile, sitting on the side of the bed.

“Hi,” you chuckle and trace his face softly. “Would you like it if I washed your face? It’s been a long day. That shower felt nice, and I can’t really get you in there yet, but maybe you’d-”

Javier cuts you off. “I’d like that.”

You nod and go to his room’s little bathroom, filling a basin with warm water and a little soap. You place a towel in it and bring it out, sitting on the side of his bed again.

The towel is soaking, and you lightly wring it out over the bucket before wiping down Javier’s face. His pupils have shrunk to a regular size again; he must be back to a proper consciousness by now. He smiles at the touch and you’re so close you notice his breath is minty. Odd, until you remember- you chuckle softly. “Steve snuck you some Nicorette.”

“You weren’t supposed to find out,” he says, his beautiful eyes looking up at you.

“You’re not the only one trained to be observant, Peña,” you tease softly. “You take down narcos, I psychologically evaluate my patients.” “And what are you finding out about me?” he asks, a hand on each side of your waist.

“That you’re a desperate flirt, even when you’re coming back from the edge of death.”

“Damn, you are good.” You laugh softly as you finish wiping his face, behind his ears, and his neck, placing the towel back in the basin and setting it on the bedside table. You take his face in both your hands and smile down at him, and Javier’s smile widens. “I meant it earlier. You really are my angel. Saved my life,” he mumbles, your faces closer together as he sits up a little.

“I’m no angel,” you shake your head and look down softly, your hands still cupping his face.

“Oh, I know that,” he chuckles gently, just lightly enough that it doesn’t upset his wound. “Mi ángel. Mía.”

“Javi,” you whimper softly and pout, smiling even though your eyes water.

He finally closes the gap between your lips, kissing you softly and chastely. It lasts just a moment, but it’s perfect. He breaks away and whispers your name softly, and you rest your head in the curve of his neck. “I know I was looped up as fuck when I said it,” he tells you, “but I did mean it. I love you.”

You lift your head, the tears now dropping from your eyes. “I love you too, Javi. So much, so so much,” you admit through a watery voice. “Can you- do you think it would hurt you if I hugged you?” you ask, looking down at the area where his incision is.

“Try it. Can’t hurt much worse than it does now.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, and he wraps his around your waist. It doesn’t matter that it does hurt when he presses your chest to his. The pain is nothing when you have your arms around him, when you’re holding him and he’s holding you.

“Here,” he says and scoots over in the bed. There’s space for you, and you lie down next to him in the bed. You drape an arm over his chest, making sure it’s above the deep wound. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you against him, snuggling you into his side. You smile softly, your head resting on his pec. It’s cozy, cuddled up with him. With the man you’ve spent the past day in absolute agony over.

“I love you so much,” you murmur to him, your tears falling onto his hospital gown.

“I love you too, mi ángel,” Javier mumbles into your damp hair, pressing a kiss to your scalp.

It’s calming. You can hear his heart thump in his chest, his lungs inhaling and exhaling in a low and smooth pattern. His chest vibrates as he speaks. It’s perfect. “Will you stay here? Fall asleep with me?” he asks, almost shyly.

“Oh god, yes,” you chuckle a little. “Please.”

“Well, goodnight then,” he murmurs to you and kisses your head once more. “I love you.”

“Goodnight, Javi. I love you too.” Even though you just chugged a coffee, it takes no time at all to fall asleep in Javier’s arms.

Translations:

Cualquier cosa para ti- anything for you

Mía- mine

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