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Favorite Guest (2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Part 1

Trey considered himself a peaceful man. Exalted in the company he worked at, a reliable watchman, and a highly trusted man in his personal life. This is probably why he was the only one who noticed the dissolving of his friend’s position and the praise for his miraculous results with one of the hardest hybrids they had in captivity. 

With cameras and sensors all over the zoo, it was up to him to be the first to see everything. To warn the upper management and the scientists who were all too engrossed in their studies to be aware of the impending danger from their subjects of interest. It wasn’t his job to map out the tremors from ‘upper management’  but after being instructed to stop recording during certain officials visits, he accepted it as his duty. 

Ring

Ring

“Yo Yo it’s Cater D, go ahead and leave me a message and follow me on my socials after the beep!” 

Beep

Hearing the message from his friend when he wasn’t stuttering and sobbing uncontrollably didn’t help settle Trey’s suspicions. On paper, they never knew each other but in truth, they’d met in school and kept in contact even as they got into the same line of work. Confidentiality was a line they crossed long ago sharing the events of their work. Trey didn’t feel bad, he figured it was human to share secrets especially, against the monstrous image of the company they had, only interested in the height of the discovery of new life. 

It was also why Trey debated with himself while he watched the loudest sensor go off. The blaring red alarm was loud but due to secrecy the soundproofing of his office let only Trey know about the impending doom. 

The sensor was a valued company secret, the only technological link to the largest threat they’d entrapped. The green Naga that was hundreds of meters (and that was by guessing) the anomaly that turned themselves in and claimed to have convinced the other subjects to stop fighting on his command–was on the move. In an outdated attempt to track him and the other nagas, a plate was installed near the entrance of the cave they gravitated to. There were other cameras and recorders in there but all were dismantled, smashed, or broken before they could collect any data. 

The plate was based on weight and depending on how much longer it was pressed down depended on who was coming out of the cave. 3 meters was the silver-tailed one. 6 meters was the blue one. But any reading over that was registered as the green one. 

This would have been a time for him to unlock the shelf and flip the switch. Putting the entire base on a code dragon: an appropriate name for the Naga they weren’t even sure was one. Evidence suggested that properly shutting down the facility would be the goal….but Trey was hesitating. 

This same facility of people had thrust a dear friend of his into the fire by making him the scapegoat to secure the Naga’s first demands. Clearing his existence from all walks of life when he exercised his morality. Risking his life to defy whatever demands those ‘higher-ups’ had led out.

Cater was now gone. 

All that remained were the scientists who were responsible. 

Without being scared it was clear that the ‘higher-ups’ were worried about an uprising. There was so much they didn’t know about the subjects they’d kept trapped. Always discovering new abilities with the massacres of many employees. It was bound to happen. And with the green Naga’s only confirmation of peace was that he was looking for something possibly being fulfilled with the poor guest from the zoo. 

So the urge to call an early day off grew more as other sensors from separate exhibits began to ring. 

“Yeah, I think it’s best if I take an early day off.”

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Hearing the distant sound of glass breaking from inside the cave was the signal you were waiting for. Letting Rollo pick you up, you watched from deeper than the entrance to watch the tip of Malleus’ tail finally disappear into the darkness.. 

“Wow, he is so long.”

Idia giggled as he finished his his contraption, “And girthy too. Hehehe.”

Rollo was likely sneering at him but you couldn’t tell. The blue-haired Naga didn’t look bothered in the slightest, instead, he was smiling widely as he handled the controller. The part of the plan that Malleus allowed involved all three of your participation—Operation Leftovers!

“Idia are you all set up to go?’

“Yup! Those batteries you had worked so much better than the ones I’ve got. And the little gadget in your bag was really–”

“Idia please just send the thing out. I’m ready to forgo the entire plan if you rant another moment longer.”

The Naga with the handmade drone pouted a little before clicking some buttons. The whirring of the drone charging up before flying off. With a phone he swiped as a monitor for his drone he looked intently at the screen. Moving closer to him you watched the fuzzy image become clear. It showed the jungle of the enclosure traversed through by something large. The trees and grass are lying irregularly, some things snapped as though the Naga had gone through breaking them mid-launch. The drone easily maneuvered through the remains to reveal the glass of the enclosure shattered and surrounding it the scientists downed. 

Looking over your shoulder Idia mumbled to himself,” He really didn’t save any for the rest of us, did he?”

You heard it and while you weren’t fond of the scientists who’d brought you here, they were still human. It made your stomach turn as Rollo perked up with a smile as Idia loosely pointed out a few Malleus had missed. The silver Naga darted off from you two, eager to get his hands bloodied with the humans he’d been loathing for months.

“C’mon (Y/n), he might get too excited and leave us behind.”

Accepting Idia’s invitation you climb his back, rubbing your watering eyes into the vast expanse of his cerulean locks. Taking deep breaths you try to distract yourself with the smooth gliding of his tail and the occasional demented giggling he lets out while watching the drone screen. Mentally patting yourself on the back, you’re glad you declined Malleus’ offer to carry you while he cleared a path. When you warned him about the use of guns or explosives he laughed, informing you that ‘the pellets sent in the past were nothing for someone as familiar with fire’ as he. As much as you’d love to watch him deflect, you assured him you’d be more helpful in the rear. Promising you’d be able to guide the three of you out of the facility without putting any of you in too much danger—much to Rollo’s displeasure. The plan hinges on Malleus’ destructive capabilities and the other captive creatures also take advantage. 

Idia slowed as he cautiously turned the corner to find Rollo throwing a formerly alive scientist into a nearby wall. Still controlling the drone it provided a cleared path to the entrance of the zoo and parking lot, save for the few guests running in fear. 

“It seems like Malleus is already headed to your place.”

You sighed as you pictured the giant Naga scaring your neighbors. Unfortunately, when you tried to convince him of another rendezvous point he dismissed your worries—claiming that he’d love to enjoy himself in the quaint confines of your human nest. You just hoped he hadn’t destroyed your furniture while squeezing into the tight space. Rollo pulled you out of your 

“Now how do we get to your ‘inconspicuous’ route?”

“We have to go to the car park.”

They both looked at each other before looking at you again. 

“The place where we put the metal tools with wheels.”

“Oh!” “Why didn’t you just say that from the beginning.”

Mapping out the way with Idia’s drone you urged the duo to move quickly; ignoring their not-so-silent snickering about ‘how you were the slow one with your tiny single-jointed legs.’ The surreal relief of stepping over scientists’ bodies and opening the staff-only door you had been escorted through just hours before. The sun was setting now and you were grateful that it looked like the general zoo was closed now. It made the laughable scene of shoving two Nagas into your car less conspicuous. At this point the only battle was driving with those two bickering right in your ear. 

“Don’t touch me!”

“I literally can’t right now! Maybe if you scooched a litte-”

“Me!? Scooch!? Are you blind?”

“Why are you being so pissy lately!?”

“ME!? PISSY?! YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU—”

After a short eternity of driving; finally, you could open the door to your destination, watching as they unfurled and wiggled away from each other. All that was left was for you to unlock–or rather just open the door seeing as it was already unlocked. What a promising sign.

“So this is my house, feel free to make yourselves at ho—”

The feeling of wind slapping your face and the disappearing silver tail past a corner was another shock. As if sensing your disbelief Idia curled around you unbearably close nuzzling into your neck while humming.

“He’s just worried Malleus took over all your smell.”

“Really? I thought he just wanted to find someplace far from us.”

“...Maybe that too…”

“I see.”

“You got any games?”

It took a while to get inside the actual door considering Idia was refusing to release you from his hold. Inching yourself into your home it was apparent Malleus had made himself at home, draped over your couch, the kitchen, and all hallways was his emerald shimmering tail. Standing firm–almost rocklike as you struggled to climb past with ease.  You were able to shake Idia off you when you introduced him to your television, leaving him with instructions not to break anything you set out to find the Naga all spread throughout the house. 

It was a battle trying to balance yourself on the steps that were being majorly taken by the muscular tail draped on the entirety of the stairs. But you made it, taking a breath before pushing the door to your room–-it was halfway closed on the rest of Malleus’ tail. 

Taking up the entirety of the room was Malleus, leaning low on the side of your bed, imitating what would’ve been a person kneeling. The level he was in served its purpose as it seemed, he was whispering something in Rollo’s ear. The grumpy Naga was perfectly curled, fitting on your bed as he laid face down into your pillow. He was violently clutching the plush cotton but the seconds that you spied Malleus’ whispering it seemed to weaken. 

Malleus turned and smiled, “Happy your home, (Y/n)!” 

Slithering away from Rollo he held you into his chest, lightly digging his nose into your head. No doubt, smelling you for the umpteenth time. You couldn’t tell if he was intentionally blocking your vision or genuinely interested in what he was asking.

“Do you have anything to eat, (Y/n)?”

“I can make something real fast, though I don’t know if it’ll be any good,” you glanced at his tail,” or enough.”

“That is fine, shall we go?”

He was already moving you with him as he headed to the door. You tried to look past him at Rollo but Malleus was intent on leading you out. 

“What about Rollo isn’t he hungry?”

Malleus completely took you off the floor, carrying you down the stairs while nuzzling his head into your own. Figuring he was attempting to calm you, you stopped trying to look tucking your legs up higher as he reached the ground floor.

“He will be fine for now. Do not worry about him.”

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The sun had long since set and the kitchen was closed. The only human within the house was fast asleep under the covers, subconsciously fighting the blue-scaled Naga who was dutifully playing with a switch. His tail was curled between his human’s legs in a snug hold casually gaming while his human snored into the night. 

The other two Naga were downstairs, sitting in the dark without the lights on. They didn’t need it. Their gray and green eyes can see each other perfectly clear. Rollo was on what (Y/n) called a couch coiling his tail repeatedly while he kneaded at the pillow he’d been squeezing for over six hours. Now and then dragging his nose along the cover while inhaling the scent of its original owner still lingering in the linen. 

“I am still hungry.”

Malleus kept his distance leaning over the back of the couch and letting his head rest on his arms. His gaze worriedly flickering to his mate’s face and then to the permanent puncture marks into his pale unattended neck.

“Are you listening?”

Rollo was turned around now as if aware that his giant mate was distracted from listening to his woes whining. He was peeved for many reasons. The irritating scent of other inferior humans on both sides of his newest mate’s home. The occasional whiff of dominance his other mate was exuding and the inferiority that came with being near him. But most of all the lack of a filling meal was on his mind; especially when just hours before perfect morsels surrounded him.

“I am.”

The husky voice and the feeling of Malleus’ weight curling around his smaller tail was a constant reminder of his mate’s comforting superiority. This was evident for the same reason he hadn’t gorged himself while leaving the prison, he dreamed of eating his way out of. Just as he hated he loved Malleus knew this was what the problem was.

“You were not able to eat during your escape.”

It wasn’t a question, the plan never included him needing to attack others. Granted there were a few outliers, but it wasn’t enough to satiate him. Even worse there were quite a few opportunities to eat some humans-paralyzed with fear. But he refrained, for the their newest mate was too judgmental and it would be inconvenient if they tried to run now.

“Hardly, it wasn’t enough to keep any one full.”

Malleus purred as he ran his fingers up the spine of his mate, letting his tail lock around Rollo’s as he shivered.

“I am grateful you kept (Y/n)’s happiness in mind.”

Rollo huffed, “Was there ever a doubt I wouldn’t?”

Malleus answered with a kiss to his hips, unraveling himself as he made his way to a window that was already opened. 

“How about we both ‘eat out?’ (Y/n) was certain there would be an influx of their law enforcement attempting to discover what was going on.”

 Rollo smirked, “Sounds delicious. I say we go!”

 Rollo didn’t need to be told twice dashing past Malleus and onto the darkened allies in the direction of the zoon. Before Malleus could follow he looked to stairs with a woeful pout. 

“Don’t make that face, I’ve got (Y/n). We’ll be fine.”

Malleus tilted his head as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’

Idia rolled his golden eyes, finally looking up from his game to capture the lips of the greedy dragon. After a minute of Idia attempting to accomplish his game while sucking the forked tongue down his throat, he was released with a loving nip to his neck. 

“Have a nice meal you two.”

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in sickness and in health

knowing that being the only student aside from grim in such dormitory, it's hard to take care and clean the place while you are sick and grim is panicking in the corner crying and asking them if you were dying or something so it's time for your lover to do something! note: this has been in my drafts since last year so if there is a prompt similar to mine it is pure coincidence + this is pretty long

recent fics: when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & don't lose me, not yet & its you, it always has been you

-‘๑’- tried to cook and clean for you but ends up in a disaster: everything was going well bc they got a list on what to do because they came prepared and ready to help! but it all became blurry but somehow them getting in the kitchen to cook made you rise from the grave (aka from bed) not risking fire hazard today 👋 picking up a broom? they know how to use one to clean of course but it ends up piling the dust near you causing you to cough some more because they keep colliding with grim who is trying to help 😔 they deserve an award for trying their best 👩🏻‍⚖️ while they weren't allowed in the kitchen, they try telling you of stories that happened while you were absent in attempt to help you get better until you fall asleep listening + leaving a kiss on your forehead before going back to their dorm to ask help or tips on what to cook for you to get better 🤍

— riddle roseheart, deuce spade, KALIM AL ASIM, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

-‘๑’- scolds you for overworking yourself while taking care of everything: they are going to appear at your doorsteps in complete personal protective equipment with alcohol spray and a basket full of cooked food inside ... well maybe most of them would + expect some nagging from them like you shouldn't neglect yourself just to take care of others because that's not how it works love 🤬 ! even though they appear strict they are still soft when it comes to you asking them for something like giving them a hug (they would probably not do it though) or asking for seconds 🧚‍♀️ + reluctantly sings you a lullabye and after you fall asleep they would finally let down their tough persona + sit next to your bed holding your hand in theirs and caress your head, you are a tough cookie right? so go beat the sickness out of your system because they already miss your company

— jade leech, jamil viper, VIL SCHOENHEIT

-‘๑’- having a crisis: its either they never get sick or doesn't know how to take care of someone who is sick 😷 don't even joke about you dying because of your fever because it will just cause more panic please be easy on them 😭 but they will try to ask their close friends on what to do and they will do it very carefully (bonus if you were the one helping them) and they are actually good at it justtt very confused if they are doing it correctly + type to note down any changes in your fever whether it got better or worse 📝 they will shower you with things that would make you feel better - feeling cold? you can find yourselves being wrapped like a sushi with two thick blankets. feeling lonely? he knows he cannot be that near to you so he will shower you with plushies from who knows where! they won't leave until you are up and healthy again even if it means staying at ramshackle and even tending to grim

— sebek zigvolt, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, malleus draconia

-‘๑’- gets sick with you: they know you are sick but they couldn't resist you asking for cuddles 🧍🏻‍♀️at first they would be like "no are you crazy, i don't want to get sick" but after the second one, they find themselves right next to you being the lucky plush toy for the day 🫂 will occasionally try to feed you and make you take your medicine and even alarming every 4 hours to drink but will ultimately result to the two of you falling asleep until grim wakes you up around night time realizing now TWO OF YOU are now sick 🤒 took the couple goals to the next level so expect them to be clingy because nothing is stopping them from cuddling you when he is also sick 🧍🏻‍♀️ it ends up with either trey, ruggie or jade nursing the two of you back to health 😭

— ace trappola, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, floyd leech

-‘๑’- does it perfectly: they had done it before and they will do it again 👯‍♀�� they are pretty used to taking care of someone because sometimes their family members would get sick and they are also the one taking care of them + read parenting 101 atp 🫂 being familiar in the field, they could even task grim in the way he would understand like taking note of your temp and check if it is time for your meds while your lover would go and cook meals suitable for your situation and i think they wouldn't really be so hard on you because being sick is normal and you are just human after all 🤍 instead they would focus on making you feel bettter and believe me you ARE SPOILED ROTTEN 🥺 they would probably tease you with things you can't eat but will give you just a tiny bit and will promise to give you everything when you are feeling better 😍 they are the type that will ask your classmates what they have done during your absence and collect your notes for you so just focus on healing 🫶

— epel felmier, silver, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

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⊹ ࣪EVERYTHING I FIGHT FOR ⊹ ࣪

-Reader: GN reader (platonic) -TW: none -Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers series) -Summary: Optimus is the best sire anyone could ask for, except when he must leave on various missions away from Cybertron. It was during those times that the absence felt so unbearable that his sparkling would sneak onto the ship... -Word count : 1747 -A/N: S/N = Sparkling Name I had this in my drafts for a while now, I've been kinda busy lately,,damn

Long warm shadows coated the landing Ark, its familiar silhouette descending towards Cybertronian grounds. The hum of engines quieted as the first bot to step onto the ground was none other than Optimus Prime himself. Exhausted, he let out a sigh of relief. After all those endless missions and difficult decisions, Prime could finally step his pedes home.

Yet, before he could even make his announcement, a streak of bright, young energy burst from the crowd of Autobots waiting to greet him.

“Ack-- hey watch it!”

 “Ouch- they stepped on my pedes--"

“My new paint job! noooo-"

 A sparkling, one that could barely reach his stabilizing servos, dashed toward him at full speed, their optics wide with excitement. “Sire!”  Their voice rose above the crowd's murmurs to get his attention. Arms open wide, they barrelled toward him like an unstoppable force.

“Sire!” They jumped up and down as they neared. Surprised but overjoyed, Optimus stretched his arms just in time to catch them before they could slam themself against his legs. After scooping them up into a gentle but firm embrace, he then lifted them high into the air!

“Little one” At the contagious laugh of his sparkling his optics lit up with genuine joy " There you are”

“Sire! Sire! You’ve come back!” They hugged his digit tightly, beaming with excitement for his arrival, he was finally home!  Primus- their grip on his arms was utterly strong for their size, an unspoken plea for reassurance.

Looking at his sparkling, he replied softly  “Yes, little one, I’ve come back.” He gently stroked their helm with one of his servos.

"Sometimes duty calls, but rest assured, I always come back here, to you-”

The smaller bot nestled into his embrace,  as if every mission, every farewell, could take him away from them. “-That’s a promise." For Optimus, the battles and long journeys seemed worth it, just to feel them there, thanking Primus that they were safe in his arms.

“ What did you do this time?? Did you help the humans? Kicked bad guys???-” They started yapping about, excited to hear more of their sire’s stories. “- I want to join you too!” Eager to hear more, they wiggled slightly in his hold.

“Patience” Optimus paused their rambling  “You have plenty of time to grow strong and learn. But for now...your most important job is staying safe and keeping that bright spark of yours shining.”

“But sireee, I can fight those scarp-heads! I can help you!” They insisted.

“Language first, S/N” Optimus raised a brow plate, which made the sparkling freeze for a nanoclick, immediately crossing their arms in a pout. “But they are scrap-heads…”

The Prime managed to chuckle “Even so, you must remeber, words carry as much power as actions. Use them wisely.” He continued, “I have no doubt you’ll become a force to be reckoned with someday. But for now, the best way you can help me is by being here learning, experiencing and assisting in the growth of Cybertron. It needs your help, you, see?” Turning slightly, Optimus gestured outward, drawing his youngling’s attention away from his chassis and instead toward the bustling scenery around them.

── .✦

It had only been a short while since sire and sparkling were catching up and enjoying each other's company when the base's alarm blared through the corridors, alerting everyone of a new mission ahead, much to Optimus's dismay. He found it difficult to look down at his sparkling, knowing what he had to say next.

"Duty calls,sweetspark” Voice tinged with regret, he gently set them down on the floor.

“But you’ve promised you’d stay longer!”

Optimus paused at their protest, his optics flickering with guilt. He knelt, placing his large servo on their shoulder as the sparkling did not dare to separate themselves from their sire’s leg.

"I know, I know, I promised.” Each word hung heavy with regret. “But sometimes, things don't go as we planned. Something has come up, and I have to leave again." Optimus looked at them, his spitting image. He knew how much you hated being apart and how frightened and antsy you became when he was away. "I know you're scared, my little one. But I trust you to be brave while I'm gone. Can you do that for me?"

As his sparkling nod, his optics flickered with pride and gratitude as he leaned closer.

"That's my brave one."

He gave them one last reassuring pat on the helm before turning around and transforming into his truck mode, the engine roaring to life as he prepared to embark on the ship.

── .✦

As the last few preparations were underway, Optimus and the other Autobots were busy securing the final cargo in the Ark’s storage hold, ensuring everything was in order: countless barrels of energon, essential for their long journey ahead. Little did they know though that one of those barrels held more than just fuel…

Just a little longer, they thought, giggling to themselves as the ship’s engines roared to life. In the tight space, their small frame curled up against the walls of the energon-filled barrel, ready to wait for just the right moment to make their presence known.

Their optics flickered with excitement as they peered through a tiny crack in the lid. Tiny servos gripped the edges, the promise of adventure ahead sending shots of adrenaline into their circuit. For too long, they had to watch him leave. Every mission ended in farewells, and every farewell seemed to stretch longer and longer. But this time, they had enough. They wanted to be by his side, to prove themself to him and the Autobots.

Unfortunately, S/N  miscalculated something… still blissfully munching on the energon cube, they hadn’t realized how loud the sound was as they eagerly devoured it. Who could blame them? After hours inside the barrel, the hunger had taken over.

Optimus, who was nearby on patrol, went on high alert at the unexpected noise. His optics narrowed slightly, his posture shifting as he tried to assess the situation. He hadn't expected to hear anything like this. whatever it was... Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around the edges of the barrel and gave it a slight nudge. With a smooth motion, the cap came off.

Inside the barrel, the small sparkling froze mid-chew, their optics wide with surprise. For a moment, they were caught—still holding the energon cube, their mouth full, and unable to hide.

“Ops...” The small sparkling burped again

Primus, he was confused,

“How in Primus did you get in there-“

The sparkling, still holding the energon cube, looked up sheepishly, the sweet treat still clutched in their servos.

"Little one, you cannot be here," he said softly, though his voice carried a tone of both affection and responsibility. "It's too dangerous. I know you miss me, but there are risks you don't understand."

They swallowed the energon cube, their optics bright and filled with determination, they had been so sure that this time, they could prove themselves.  “I just want to be with you, sire,” they murmured, fidgeting with her digits.

His usual calm demeanor was replaced by a tenderness only a sire could show. Gently, he curled his digit around their tiny servo, cradling it with the utmost care..

"I understand, my little one," he said, his voice filled with a fatherly reassurance, not anger. "You feel lonely when I am away, don't you?"

They didn’t speak, but the weight of their emotions was clear. Instead, they leaned closer to his digit, finding comfort in the subtle touch.

Optimus' optical ridges furrowed, he gently pulled them closer, allowing them to carefully lean against his digit.

"I know, sweetspark, I know it's hard for you when I have to go away," his voice gentle and sincere. "But I need you to understand why sometimes I must go.  I want to keep you safe, my little one. I go on missions to protect everyone, including you."

However, his sparkling only frowned deeper and stubbornly turned their head away, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Optimus couldn’t be angry at them, He understood the conflicting emotions they held within their spark. With one digit he gently poked their helm.

"You want to be with me, right?" he guessed gently, his voice warm and soothing.

They only gave him a side-optic glance still unwilling to speak. Optimus' optics softened, his paternal instincts kicking in. He gently lifted them up, cradling them in his large arms.

" my little one, you’re understood," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "It's natural to want to be with the ones we care about. I want you with me too, you know?" To stay by my side-“

“But  you’re never home!” The youngling blurted. Optimus' optics flickered, and a hint of sorrow tugged at his spark.

He knew that it was dangerous for them to be with him on missions, but the weight of their longing and fear tugged at his paternal instincts. "S/N, you know I can't always keep you with me. It's not safe for you on missions. I do hold you dear, here, always--” He placed his servo near his matrix  “Autobots face many dangers, and I can't put you at risk”

Though he appreciated her youthful determination, he couldn't help but be a responsible guardian to her.

"I have no doubt that you could kick the bad guys, after all, you have time to learn and grow."

By then the small sparkling who was nestling in his servos was falling into recharge.

“…But I hope” He murmured, almost to himself” you’ll never have to face all of this once you’re older”

Ratchet’s voice broke the moment, his expression etched with concern as he eyed the slumbering sparkling.  “Optimus” the medic called “What are we going to do with them, then? It’s too late to turn back the ship now, we’re too far away”

Glancing down at his youngling, the weight of the situation pressed down on him.

“We” He started, before quickly correcting himself “...I’ll keep them protected here until we return home, until then, they’ll remain safe with me…”

A solemn promise came from the deepest parts of his spark,  and that was enough as a long journey was ahead of them. No harm would come to them, not while he stood as their protector.

── .✦

[societyfolklore]

Plus One

Title: Plus One (Prompt- who invited them to the holiday party?) Pairing: Loki x SHEILD Agent!Female Reader

Summary:  Thor brings Loki along to the Avengers Christmas party, and no one-not even you-was prepared for it. A night of tension and unexpected moments leads to revelations that are far from festive.

Word Count: 4.5k (woah this got away from me…)

Warnings:  /Warnings // Explicit Content //18+, Minors DNI, smut, DARK-ish (just Loki being Loki really) fingering, Unprotected sex Not Beta read.

A/N: Another entry for @the-slumberparty December daze challenge …. Day 21

The annual Avengers Christmas party was the kind of event that had its own gravitational pull. No one dared to skip it-Tony Stark’s reputation for ‘over-the-top’ festivities guaranteed a night to remember (and sometimes regret). The compound sparkled with festive charm, every inch of it covered in twinkling lights, tinsel, garlands, and a seemingly endless supply of mistletoe that Tony had strategically placed to stir up drama.

You’d been looking forward to the party for weeks. It wasn’t often the team had an excuse to let their guard down and embrace something as simple as holiday cheer. If you were honest with yourself, it was also a chance to see Thor. The Asgardian always brought a sense of camaraderie to these events with his booming laughter and stories of Yuletide traditions from another realm, plus who didn’t like a chance to swoon a little over an ‘God’.

The night began as you expected-Natasha at the bar, teasing Clint about his questionable sweater; Sam and Bucky in a competitive battle of holiday trivia that was growing increasingly loud and animated; and Steve doing his best to avoid being cornered by overly curious SHIELD interns. It was chaotic, warm, and exactly what you needed.

At least, until you saw him.

You’d been mid-conversation with Wanda when the room seemed to shift. A ripple of unease spread through the crowd, subtle but undeniable. Curious, you turned your head and there he was. Loki.

Standing by the bar, drink in hand, the God of Mischief looked entirely too at ease in a room full of people who’d rather not be in his company. He was dressed impeccably in a dark suit that somehow managed to feel more threatening than festive. His jet-black hair was swept back, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room with a lazy confidence that set your teeth on edge.

“What the hell?” you muttered under your breath, your drink momentarily forgotten.

Wanda followed your gaze, her brow furrowing. “Thor brought him,” she explained quietly. “Apparently, he didn’t want his brother to spend the holidays alone.”

“That’s… considerate,” you replied, though your tone dripped with scepticism. “But Loki? At a Christmas party? This has disaster written all over it.”

Wanda shrugged looking back at you. “He’s been calm so far, charming even. Maybe he’ll surprise us.”

You snorted. Loki wasn’t the kind of person who ‘surprised’ people in a good way.

As if sensing your thoughts, Loki’s gaze locked onto yours from across the room. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk that made your stomach twist. He raised his glass slightly in a mock toast, his expression equal parts amusement and challenge.

You turned back to Wanda, doing your best to ignore the flush creeping up your neck. “This is going to be a long night.”

Moments later, you found yourself seeking out Thor, hoping for some kind of explanation. You spotted him near the buffet table, a plate stacked high with what looked like an alarming combination of turkey and dessert pastries. He was laughing boisterously at something Steve had said, completely at ease despite the tension his brother’s presence was causing.

“Thor,” you said, cutting into the conversation. He turned to you with his usual wide grin.

“Ah! Seasonal Salutation! M’lady” he greeted warmly. “Have you tried the pudding? A most peculiar flavour but quite delightful.”

You waved off the question, getting straight to the point. “What is he doing here?”

Thor’s grin faltered slightly, and he glanced over his shoulder as if to confirm who you meant. “Loki? Well I- He had nowhere else to go for the holidays. It seemed cruel to leave him to his own devices.”

“Cruel to him or to us?” you shot back, crossing your arms. “You seriously thought this was a good idea?”

Thor sighed, his expression softening. “I understand your concerns, but he is my brother. I could not bear the thought of him alone on such a joyous occasion. Besides,” he added with a wink, “he promised to behave.”

You raised a sceptical eyebrow. “And you believed him?”

Before Thor could answer, a shadow fell over the two of you. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The air seemed to grow colder, and a familiar voice, smooth and laced with amusement, cut through the festive noise.

“Talking about me already? How flattering.”

Loki stepped into view, his smirk firmly in place as his sharp gaze flicked between you and Thor. “I wasn’t aware I warranted such attention.”

Your jaw tightened, but before you could fire back, Thor clapped Loki on the shoulder, his usual jovial demeanour returning. “We were just discussing how you’ve managed to behave yourself so far. A true Christmas miracle!”

Loki’s smile didn’t waver, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes as he turned his attention to you. “I aim to please.”

Your stomach flipped, though whether it was from irritation or something else, you weren’t sure. “Let’s hope it stays that way,” you said coolly, brushing past him before he could see just how much his presence was affecting you.

As you walked away, you could feel his gaze following you, burning into your back. This was definitely going to be a long night.

You drifted toward the far corner of the room, seeking refuge from Loki's piercing gaze that still lingered in your thoughts. The dessert table became your sanctuary, a whimsical display of Tony’s flair for the extravagant. Gingerbread skyscrapers stood proudly next to meticulously crafted snowman macarons, their glossy surfaces glinting in the ambient light. A fountain of eggnog, complete with a miniature motorized sleigh circling its base, gurgled in the background, adding a surreal charm to the festive scene.

You allowed yourself a brief moment to breathe, reaching for a chocolate-dipped strawberry and savoring the rich aroma of cocoa and ripe fruit. It was grounding, a small indulgence that pulled you back from the tension threatening to coil too tightly in your chest.

But the respite didn’t last long.

“Avoiding me already, darling?”

The familiar voice sent a jolt through you, smooth as velvet yet edged with a playful sharpness. Your hand jerked slightly, the strawberry wobbling precariously between your fingers. You turned your head sharply, meeting Loki’s unyielding gaze. He was closer than you’d expected, his tall frame looming with an ease that spoke of his predatory confidence.

His presence was suffocating in the most maddening way, and yet you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. Dressed to perfection, the crisp lines of his suit contrasted against the effortless way he commanded attention, even in silence. The faint scent of something rich and foreign clung to him-spices, leather, and an undertone of frost that teased at your senses.

“I wasn’t avoiding you,” you replied coolly, forcing your voice to remain steady despite the quickened thrum of your pulse. You deliberately brought the strawberry to your lips and took a bite, savoring the sweetness as a distraction. “I was enjoying the party. Something you seem to be incapable of doing without making it about you.”

Loki’s laughter rumbled low and deep, like distant thunder, curling around you in a way that made it hard to breathe. “Oh, I’m quite capable of enjoying myself, believe me,” he said, his voice layered with dark amusement. “I just find these… mortal festivities rather quaint.”

“Quaint?” You raised an eyebrow, the word dripping with disbelief as you gestured toward the decadent dessert spread. “Says the man who just interrupted my quiet moment at the dessert table.”

His smirk widened, the kind of expression that could unravel nerves and stir intrigue all at once. “Perhaps I wanted a taste of something sweeter,” he murmured, his tone infused with a deliberate intimacy that sent a rush of heat to your cheeks.

The strawberry caught in your throat for a moment, and you forced yourself to swallow, cursing the way your skin betrayed you. Loki noticed, of course he did. His keen gaze flickered over your face, amusement lighting up his sharp features. He tilted his head, the picture of faux innocence.

“Did I say something amiss?” he asked smoothly, the corners of his mouth twitching in barely concealed delight.

“You’re impossible,” you muttered under your breath, the words escaping as you stepped away from the table, hoping to put some distance between yourself and the maddening force of his presence.

Yet Loki followed, his movements unhurried, as though he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

“I’ve been called worse,” he quipped lightly, his voice as smooth as silk. His hands were tucked casually behind his back, yet his proximity felt charged, as if the space between you crackled with unspoken intent. “But tell me, darling, why are you so eager to escape me? Surely you don’t find my company that intolerable.”

“It’s not intolerance,” you shot back, turning on your heel to glare at him. “It’s self-preservation.”

He stepped closer, and the air seemed to grow heavier, the warmth of the room fading beneath the cool intensity of his gaze. His voice dropped, low and husky, the kind of sound that made your pulse stutter.

“And what, pray tell, are you preserving yourself from?”

The question hung between you, tangible and electric. His words weren’t a challenge, nor a taunt-they were a doorway, left slightly ajar, daring you to step through.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words dissolved before they could form, leaving only the sound of your breath quickening in the charged silence. Loki’s gaze lingered on you, his smirk softening into something deeper, something that threatened to pull you under if you stared too long.

“Do let me know when you figure it out,” he said, his tone almost gentle now, as though the shift had caught even him by surprise. Then, without waiting for a reply, he turned and brushed past you, leaving the faintest brush of his coat against your arm.

You exhaled sharply, suddenly aware of how tightly you’d been holding your breath. Your heart thundered in your chest, every nerve still attuned to where he had stood just moments before. The room felt smaller now, as though his presence lingered, an echo of something dangerous and enticing.

You spent the next hour doing everything in your power to avoid Loki, though it felt like he was everywhere at once. His presence seemed to saturate the room, no matter how crowded it was. Whenever you turned, there he was: leaning casually against the bar, exchanging sly remarks with Natasha, or simply watching you with that insufferable smirk that sent heat creeping up your neck. It felt deliberate, a calculated game where the rules were known only to him, and you were the unwilling prize.

Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much. You slipped out of the main hall and into one of the quieter hallways, the muffled hum of the party fading behind you. The air here was cooler, the festive decorations sparser, and you exhaled a shaky breath, leaning against the wall to collect yourself.

“Running away again?”

The low, teasing voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you spun around, heart leaping to your throat. Loki stood at the end of the hallway, his silhouette sharp and imposing against the soft glow of a nearby string of fairy lights. The warm glimmer of the lights only seemed to enhance his cool, detached elegance, making him look every bit the dark prince he often pretended not to be.

“This isn’t running,” you said, forcing a steadiness into your voice that you didn’t feel. “It’s called taking a break.”

His lips curved into that familiar, maddening smile as he began to close the distance between you, each step slow and deliberate. “And yet, here I am. Drawn to you like a moth to a flame.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in an attempt to appear unruffled, though your pulse quickened the closer he came. “Do you practice being this insufferable, or does it come naturally?”

“It’s a gift,” he replied smoothly, the amusement in his tone only growing. “Though I must confess, your reactions make it all the more enjoyable.”

You took a step forward, unable to help yourself, despite the quiet voice in the back of your mind warning you to tread carefully. “Is that what this is? A game to you? Annoying me for your own amusement?”

Loki’s smirk faded, his expression shifting into something darker, more intense. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was looking straight into your soul. “Oh, darling,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. “If I wanted to truly amuse myself, I’d do far more than simply annoy you.”

Your breath hitched, the implication hanging heavy between you, but you refused to let him see the effect he had on you. “Then what do you want, Loki?”

He stopped inches from you, the air between you charged and electric. His gaze was relentless, pulling you under like a riptide. “Perhaps,” he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic, “I simply want to see how far you’ll let me go.”

Your body betrayed you, heat rising as his hand brushed lightly against your arm. The touch was featherlight, yet it sent a jolt of energy coursing through you, igniting every nerve.

“You should be careful,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. Even as you spoke, there was no conviction behind the words, only a trembling uncertainty that made your heart pound. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

Loki’s lips curved into a wicked smile, his confidence unwavering. “Danger is where I thrive, darling. Tell me… do you?”

Before you could respond, his hand rose to cup your cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle despite the chaos he stirred within you. His thumb brushed softly against your skin, a maddening contrast to the storm raging in your chest.

“Stop me,” he murmured, his voice intoxicatingly low, his breath warm against your lips. “If that’s what you truly want.”

But you didn’t.

You surged forward, closing the gap between you as your lips met his in a kiss that was equal parts fury and inevitability. It was raw, consuming, and all the more maddening because of how long you had fought it.

Loki’s arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. His lips claimed yours with an intensity that stole the breath from your lungs, leaving you reeling. His kiss wasn’t gentle-it was a battle for control, each movement demanding submission even as it ignited a fire within you.

One of his hands gripped your hip possessively while the other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. The cold wall at your back and the solid heat of his body against yours were the only things grounding you as you surrendered to the moment.

When he finally pulled back, his lips brushed against your ear, his voice a low, dangerous whisper. “Indulgence has never been this exquisite.”

Your protests dissolved into a shaky exhale as his hand slid beneath the hem of your dress. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns along the sensitive skin of your thigh, moving closer to where you ached for him most.

A sharp intake of breath betrayed you, and Loki chuckled softly, clearly revelling in your unravelling. “Say the word, darling,” he purred, his voice like silk and sin. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

But you didn’t.

Instead, your hands fisted in the front of his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer. Your voice was barely audible as you breathed, “Don’t stop.”

His eyes darkened, the icy blue of his gaze now molten with raw hunger. That insufferable smirk transformed into something primal, almost feral, as his fingers ventured higher beneath the hem of your dress. He moved with agonizing precision, teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh until you shivered against the wall.

“Such a delicate thing,” he murmured, his voice a low growl that vibrated against your skin. “And yet, so very responsive.”

Before you could form a retort, his fingers slid higher, grazing over the damp fabric of the lace underwear. The sharp intake of breath you couldn’t suppress only seemed to fuel him, his lips curving in wicked satisfaction.

“Already wet for me,” he observed feeling the damp fabric, his tone laced with sinful amusement. “I knew you’d be eager, but this, darling, this is delightful.”

Your cheeks burned with equal parts embarrassment and desire, but your body betrayed you, arching toward his touch. Loki’s fingers pressed against your clothed heat, his thumb finding your swollen clit with unerring accuracy. He applied the barest amount of pressure, circling slowly, and a broken moan escaped your lips.

“Do you like that?” he asked, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “I do so enjoy hearing you mortals unravel for me.”

You bit your lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of an answer. But Loki wasn’t one to tolerate defiance. With a low chuckle, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the lace and tugged them down with deliberate slowness, letting them pool at your ankles. The cool air against your bare skin sent another shiver racing through you.

“You’re even lovelier like this,” he purred, his fingers sliding between your folds, collecting the slick evidence of your arousal. “So wet.” He breathed the words out “So ready.”

His hand moved with a skill that left you gasping, two fingers plunging inside you with a smooth, practiced motion. Your walls clenched around him instinctively, drawing a pleased hum from his lips. His thumb resumed its torment on your clit, alternating between slow circles and deliciously firm pressure.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he pumped his fingers deeper. “So perfect, so pliant and all for me, no more running now pet.”

The sound of your laboured breathing mingled with the faint buzz of the party in the distance, though the world beyond this moment felt impossibly far away. Your hands clutched at the lapels of his jacket, desperate for something to anchor yourself as pleasure coiled tighter in your stomach.

Loki pressed his body against yours, his hard length evident even through the layers of his tailored trousers. He tilted his head, capturing your lips in a kiss that was every bit as consuming as his touch. His tongue slid against yours, matching the rhythm of his fingers as they drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Cum.” The snarled whispered against your lips, his voice rough with need. “I command it.”

You cried out softly as the tension within you snapped, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of blinding heat. Loki’s name tumbled from your lips in a breathless plea, and he drank in the sound like the most decadent wine.

He didn’t stop. His fingers slowed, drawing out your pleasure until your legs trembled, barely able to hold your weight. Only then did he withdraw, his hand glistening with your release. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with an exaggerated slowness that made your cheeks burn.

“Exquisite,” he said, his voice low and smug. “Every bit as divine as I imagined.”

You could barely catch your breath, still leaning against the wall for support as he adjusted the hem of your dress with almost mocking care. He straightened, brushing his fingers over your flushed cheek, and leaned in close once more.

“Don’t think this is the end, darling,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear. “I’ve only just begun.”

Loki’s fingers lingered on your cheek, his touch deceptively tender given the heat still radiating from his gaze. Before you could recover, his hands slid down to your waist, firm and commanding as he turned you effortlessly to face the wall. The cold surface pressed against your palms, grounding you for a fleeting moment before his body closed in behind yours.

“You didn’t think I’d be satisfied with just that, did you?” he murmured, his breath warm against the back of your neck. One of his hands smoothed over the curve of your hip while the other brushed your hair aside, exposing the sensitive skin of your neck. His lips followed, planting open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, nipping and sucking just enough to leave faint marks.

“Loki,” you breathed, your voice barely audible, but whether it was a plea or a protest, you weren’t sure.

“Say my name again,” he commanded, his tone dark and heady, as his hands slid down to the hem of your dress, gathering the fabric in a deliberate, tantalizing motion. He bunched it around your waist, baring you to him completely. His hands roamed over your exposed skin, squeezing, caressing, and claiming every inch as his own.

You felt him then, hard and insistent against your lower back. The realization sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, and a soft whimper escaped before you could stop it. Loki chuckled, low and predatory, clearly pleased with your response.

“You’ve no idea how exquisite you are,” he said, his voice a velvet caress as he undid his trousers with an unhurried ease. The sound of fabric shifting and the faint metallic click of his belt made your heart race, anticipation knotting in your stomach.

His hands found your hips again, gripping them with enough force to leave an impression as he positioned himself behind you. The blunt head of his cock pressed against your slick entrance, and he paused, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“This is your last chance, darling,” he purred, his voice rich with dark amusement. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

You bit your lip, trembling with need and the intoxicating tension he created. “Don’t stop,” you whispered, the words barely audible but filled with certainty.

Loki growled low in his throat, the sound primal and triumphant, before he pushed into you in one smooth thrust. The stretch was delicious, a mix of pain and pleasure that made your knees buckle, though his hands kept you firmly in place. He filled you completely, holding still for a moment as though savoring the way your body molded around him.

“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice rough with restraint. “You were made for this.”

He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust calculated to make you feel every inch of him. His grip on your hips tightened as he picked up the pace, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing faintly in the hallway. The distant hum of the party felt like it was in another world entirely-this moment belonged only to the two of you.

“Do you feel that?” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “Do you feel how perfectly you take me?”

You couldn’t speak, your words dissolving into broken moans as he drove into you harder, deeper, each thrust hitting a spot that made your vision blur. One of his hands slid around your waist, finding your clit with unerring precision. His fingers circled the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts, drawing you closer to the edge once again.

“That’s it,” he urged, his tone softening into a dangerous kind of sweetness. “Give yourself to me. Surrender, darling.”

Your body obeyed, the coil of pleasure snapping as your second orgasm tore through you. You cried out his name, your walls clenching around him as he groaned in response, his pace growing erratic. With a few more punishing thrusts, Loki followed you over the edge, spilling himself inside you with a shuddering growl.

He stayed there for a moment, his chest pressed against your back, his breath warm against your ear as you both struggled to catch your breath. Slowly, he pulled out, his hands steadying you as your legs threatened to give way.

“Oh pet, you're magnificent.,” he murmured, his lips grazing the nape of your neck in a way that sent one final shiver coursing through you. His tone was softer now, but the unmistakable smugness lingered, igniting both irritation and something darker within you. “You've surpassed even my wildest expectations.”

You turned your head just enough to meet his gaze, catching the glint of satisfaction in his piercing blue eyes. He didn’t bother to hide it-he looked like a man who had just won a prize he’d been chasing for ages. Loki smirked, his movements unhurried as he adjusted his trousers and smoothed the wrinkled fabric of your dress with surprising care, the gesture more mocking than tender.

“We should return to the party,” he said, his voice light and teasing, as though nothing significant had just transpired between the two of you. Before you could respond, he reached into his jacket and withdrew a handkerchief, pressing it into your hand with a devilish grin. “You’ll be needing that. Can’t have you making a mess all over the floor can we?”

You stared at the crisp square of fabric, your cheeks flushing anew as the implication settled over you. Loki’s gaze lingered, heavy with amusement, as you adjusted your dress and tried in vain to steady your breathing. He leaned casually against the wall, utterly composed, as if he hadn’t just unravelled you completely in the quiet shadows of the hallway.

“This stays between us,” you said, your voice sharp as you jabbed a finger in his direction. Despite your stern tone, the slight tremble in your hand betrayed the lingering effect he had on you.

His grin only widened, maddening in its audacity. “Naturally, darling. Consider it our little Yuletide secret.”

You glared at him, determined to hold your ground, but the warmth of his gaze, still smouldering with an intensity that made your knees weak, threatened to undo you all over again. With a frustrated huff, you pushed past him, your steps hurried as you made your way back to the party.

The hum of festive music and the cheerful chatter of your teammates enveloped you like a shield, but it did little to banish the lingering heat in your body. You tried to lose yourself in the crowd, smoothing your hair and grabbing a drink to distract yourself. Yet, despite your best efforts, you couldn’t resist a glance over your shoulder.

Loki was still there, leaning casually in the hallway entrance like a predator surveying its territory. His eyes found yours instantly, and the unreadable expression on his face sent a jolt of something you refused to name straight to your core. He raised his glass in a mock toast, his smirk returning, and then disappeared into the shadows, leaving you with a pounding heart and a sinking suspicion.

This wasn’t over- not by a long shot.

[baldysgate]

Quiet Moments

HALSIN/GN!TAV SFW || ACT II SPOILERS || CONFESSIONS || FLUFF || 2ND PERSON POV ||

No Warnings just a giant sweet druid and Tav slowly confessing their feelings. Mention of Tav having healing spell.

NOTE: A bit of fluff between ACT II & III for Halsin.

You hear him before you see him, a loud grunt from along the lakes shoreline as you make your daily rounds after a long day. The sun is close to sinking past the horizon, everything bathed in an orange hue. 

The Druid sits on the soft white sand, back against a bit of driftwood that made its way ashore, one arm winding a white cloth around the other as he does his best to stifle the pains that rise up in his chest.

"You know there's spells for that." You say softly as to not startle him, and despite the pain he turns his head with a smile that creases the corners of his lips. 

"Ah, hello." He leans back, the old wood creaking beneath his weight, "afraid I ran out after the last battle." He sighs and even though hes in pain theres still a warmness in the way he speaks. 

And so he came here to lick his wounds? Halsin had joined only a fortnight ago and yet you were learning that the druid did not like taking up space, ironic given his size. It hurt to think he would rather suffer such pain than inconvenience anyone around him. You wondered just how often he'd done this exact same thing as archdruid. 

"Here." You offer, sitting on the driftwood with a soft smile, "Let me see."

His brows turn up slightly, as his lips parted only to close again, relinquishing the cloth to your mercy. 

The bit he had managed to wrap soaked the cloth with red stains, pulling it away from the angered gash ever so softly as to not cause him further discomfort. With you near he seemed to stifle the sounds even more as the wrapping finally came free. The wound was deeper than expected.. had he really intended to hide this?

"It is not as bad as it looks." He seemed to notice your alarm. 

"Halsin, " your voice was soft, but firm, "I need you to take care of yourself. Maybe in the grove things were different, perhaps such things even went unnoticed. But I need you here. We need you here." 

He looked up towards you, grey eyes looking into yours with a look of surprise. As if no one had been concerned for him in years. A pang in your chest to think it had taken so long for someone to care as much as he had done for others. 

"I understand.  Perhaps I have been a bit hasty in my eagerness to lift the shadowcurse..." He admits, "sometimes I let such things cloud my mind."

A gentle admittance, only the surface of something so much deeper. It had only been a few weeks, but you had grown fond of his company. 

"It can't have been easy." You breathe, soft tingles sprouting from your fingertips as they press against the angered skin around his wound, "the shadowcurse. Thaniel. Biding your time in that grove and wishing you could just do *something*. I can understand your impatience… But you must take care of yourself first." 

The faint light glows and the wound begins to lessen, angered flesh slowly mending. It's entrancing to watch the red lines slowly pull together once more until all is left is tanned skin. 

The silence has gone on for too long, glancing up to meet soft eyes beneath heavy brows. Halsin does not look away, as if he had been studying the lines of your face. "I am lucky to be in such wise company." He says softly, still looking into your eyes. 

You chuckle, realizing your hands are still against his now healed arm, the faintest warmth touching your cheeks, "Hardly that. I just know what it's like to be frozen in fear of failure."

He looks away then, as if giving such things words were far too much. Those grey eyes staring off to watch the sun begin to sink and give way to twilight, "I suppose that is what it is. Fear. Pity that I had sought to give words to such hollow feelings for so long and here you are to sum it up in one simple word." He lets out a sound between a laugh and a sigh, "Perhaps I have been afraid all along." 

Feeling the melancholy that radiates in his words you lay a gentle hand against his shoulder, "Archdruid or not, it does not make you unbound to fear. Or any feeling for that matter. Like nature, there is a balance to all things." 

The soft brush of his calloused fingers caress against yours, nearly daring to intertwine with your own. The feeling steals the breath from your lungs. But as quickly as the feeling is there it is gone again and you pull your hand away from him. 

Now was not the time for such thoughts of bodies intertwining and sweet poetry spoken between lovers. It is true the druid had been a steadfast and loyal companion who you had grown to admire perhaps more than you had anticipated. But he had his own goals, as did you. The threat of the Absolute would leave no room for anything else. 

"Your words always have a way of quieting the unsettling of my heart. I am truly grateful." He turns to look at you once again, a soft smile lined his lips. 

"I am always here, should you need me." You smile back. 

"And I, for you." 

The moment feels far more intimate than when his hand brushed against your own, slowly being bathed in a blanket of night. The Moonglow accentuates the lines of his face, each one like a story woven into a tapestry. You recognize- not for the first time- how handsome he is.

"We should get some sleep. Tomorrow we make our way to moonrise towers and break the Shadowcurse once and for all." The confidence is more in your voice than movement, rising up to stand. You knew if you sat any longer there would be more than just words exchanged between you.

"Together I have no doubt it will be so. Go now and rest, dear friend. I need only a few moments to reconvene with nature." His voice is gentle, as if soothing a lover. 

"Goodnight, Halsin." You turn to walk away.

"Rest well."  He says just loud enough for you to hear it. 

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The fight had been unlike any your party had seen before. Hells, who could even have imagined fighting a God mere days ago? And yet here you all sat–tired, but alive. So many things had been revealed it made your head swim. The sounds of chatter between everyone had become overstimulating after a day filled with revelations and adrenaline that you quietly excused yourself and headed for a lone hill just outside of camp's light. 

The land stretched out before you, the soft sounds of crickets and the rustling of nocturnal animals scattering on the hunt were all to be heard. It was a welcome sound after the infernal drumming of the Absolute that echoed in your mind just hours earlier. After such a grim and dark place the world seemed brighter, even if just for a moment. With a deep sigh you sit amongst the grass, back against the lone willow whose leaves danced in moonlight. The air was cool, a welcoming breeze as if thanking you for ridding nature of such a blight. 

Your hand touches the damp grass, a bit of dew from when it had rained earlier, the smell hanging in the air. To your surprise your fingers glide against polished wood, looking down to see the familiar sight of a lute stashed away close enough to be shielded from the weather. It’s a dingy old thing..but someone had taken the time to repair small parts that had decayed or broken. Fingers plucked a string in curiosity and it let out a warbled off tune note. 

“Ah, I see you’ve found my hideaway.” A familiar deep voice says from behind you , turning your head to catch Halsin walking up the hill, the light of camp accentuating his large stature.

“I didn’t mean to intrude.” You are already moving to stand but the druid gestures you to sit as he follows, taking the spot at your side. 

“Not at all, such a place is better with company.” Halsin makes a gruff noise as he sits against the grass next to you. 

“You’re not injured, are you?” You ask, remembering the other night. 

“Far from it.” He smiles, looking out into the forest, “Perhaps a bit sore…But I feel better than I have in quite some time.” His eyes turn to you, the smile even softer still “You truly are remarkable.” 

His gaze sends a shiver through you, hiding behind a chuckle, “I can’t take the credit, without all of you the outcome would have been far more grim.” 

He seems to regard you for a moment, as if mulling over your words, “Perhaps. But without your leadership we would certainly be worse for wear.” 

The familiar heat rises in your cheeks, turning back to look out at the landscape as you press your back against the large willow. There’s a pang of pain and you draw your arm upwards which sends the pain shooting through your shoulder with a hiss. 

Halsin moves to steady you but his hand only hovers against your arm, “Are you alright?” He asks, voice lined with worry. 

You wave to him, “Fine, fine. I think the adrenaline is finally wearing off. Just a bit of an ache, starting to feel my age.” 

He chuckles, a warm sound that’s deep in his chest. He’s older by far, but he makes no mention of it. 

“Here.” He gestures finally, motioning for you to scoot forward. There's an unmistakable trust between you both that makes you follow his suggestion without question. He stands up just enough to nestle himself between the tree and you, long legs coming to rest on each side of your own. The feeling is now burning at your ears, feeling his hands against your back and drawing upwards towards your shoulders. He kneads with his thumbs against your tired muscles and you have to stifle the pained sound that leaves your lips. 

“Does it hurt?” He asks, his voice nearly at your ear as he lessens the strength in which he attempts to worry the knots from tired muscles.

“No, no. Just a little rough going at first” You mutter out, "but it feels nice..." leaning forward as Halsin returns to his efforts. 

The night of the tiefling party darts back into your mind. When spirits were high and the drink was adling everyone's mind. Regardless if you partook, the mood had given you the courage to lay your cards on the table. You had known him less than a day but the strength in which he spoke, the soft reassurance in your brief meeting had made you want him more than anything. 

Which is why it hurt when he had kindly dismissed your proposition. He'd seemed interested enough, but a small part made you wonder if he'd simply meant to let you down easy. That perhaps you had read too far into things since then.

And so the days had gone by, busying yourself with the tadpole and dodging death at every turn. It helped to pry your mind from the rejection but every so often Halsin would praise you with his kindness or look from across the fire and it all came crashing down again. 

And now with his hands against your back, forcing sighs and groans from your throat only furthered your confusion. 

As if sensing your very thought he chuckled, "Do you remember the night of the celebration in the grove?"

It's unfortunate that your shoulders tense, as he feels the tension immediately before you can think to control it. "Yes, very much so." The sound is but a whisper on the wind. 

"I was enamored with you then." He chuckles, unfolding completely, "I had resigned myself to dying in those warg pens, drawing my last breath knowing I had failed to right the Shadowcurse from over a century ago. And yet when the world seemed darkest it gave me you."

Your hand brushes against the leather of his pants, his hands slowing their work as you turn your upper body to look into his eyes, a look of surprise washing over your face.

"But when you asked me to share in a moment of pleasure, well, I was hesitant only in that my mind had been elsewhere. To not give you my full attention then would've been less than you deserved.” His gaze is warm.

“But say it isn’t what you want anymore and I will remain here-as a friend, by your side.” He adds, though there is hesitancy in his words, as if the admittance from you alone would shatter him whole.

You breathe in deeply, smelling the earth and something distinctly Halsin. A smell of blended herbs, wood and moss. Over the past few weeks you had only wanted him more… A man who had already given up so much and was willing to part with more for the ones he loved. Hells, he’d thrown away everything to follow you into the depths of despair only because he had promised you he would. You didn’t want to take anymore, only to give, even if it was for just a little while. He had voiced his propensity to roam in both heart and soul, to be unbound as nature designed. It was enough in this moment to know this was truly where he wanted to be. 

“Halsin.” His name is sweet as it falls past your lips, “ There is nothing I want more.” you smile, readjusting to sit on your knees, turning to him and taking his hand into your own and feeling the rough calluses formed from years of hard work, pressing the palm against your cheek. “We don’t have the luxury of thinking far past today.. but whatever this is- for however long it will be- I want it with you by my side.” 

He breathes a deep sigh of what you can only understand is relief, rubbing his thumb against your cheekbone, “You have no idea how I’ve longed to hear those words.” His eyes are on you, the flecks of gold around his irises bright even with only the stars for company, “Come here, to me.” His voice is low but welcoming. 

You lean in, his hand at your cheek guiding you to him as your lips meet. It feels like the world crumbles in on itself, the kiss first soft and unsure soon growing passionate and desperate. His other hand moves to your back, pulling you into him so that your bodies press against one another. Your heart is hammering in your chest feeling his tongue dance with yours, running your fingers through chestnut brown hair. 

Needing air after what felt like hours you pulled away, a smile pressed against his lips, “That was far better than I could have ever dreamt of.” He admits, his hand against your neck with a soft caress of his thumb against the vein there.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth.” You smile, a fleck of light catches your eye, a glowing ball of green light that draws your attention.

A sea of fireflies dance around the willow, their lights illuminate a sea of stars that swayed with the wind. The sight makes you gasp, watching them grow near before flitting away into the night. 

“It seems Thaniel approves.” Halsin chuckles, pulling you into him so that your back rests against his chest, both of you watching the green lights dance before going out. It only lasted a few long breaths but it is beautiful against the blue of night. You can feel his breathing, a steady rise and fall of his chest that could easily lull you into a soft slumber. 

There was no telling how long you both lay there, stretched out under the willow tree staring up into the stars. His arms found their way under yours, his warmth like the sun as the night began to cool. At some point through the talking and soft touches your eyes began to close, trying to force them back to just feel the moment for just a bit longer. 

"Rest." He whispers your name , breath hot against your ear, "I am not going anywhere."

It's all you need as your eyes finally close and drift off into a peaceful sleep.

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Man’s Best Friend

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Sam and Dean get you a furry friend, but things don’t turn out how they thought.

“Is that what I think it is?” You whispered as though speaking louder would shatter the air, and the sight in front of you with it.

“Well that depends. If you think it’s an Ewok, then no, it’s not. But if you think it’s a puppy…” Dean broke off with a grin when you squealed, cuddling the puppy to your chest.

“I can keep him? Like? For real?”

“Well we figured with the bunker, he’d have a nice home and you’d have some company,” Sam put in.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, jumping up and hugging both of your brothers.

“Anytime, kiddo,” Dean chuckled.

“As long as you look after it,” Sam added.

…

You and Hero became inseparable from the day you met. When he was a puppy, you carried the golden retriever around with you everywhere, and as soon as he was big enough, he followed you everywhere.

He slept in your bed at night, cuddled with you on the couch, and sat at your feet in the library.

Your brothers wouldn’t have had any problem with your bond had the dog not hated them. Well, hate was a strong word, but Hero wouldn’t let them near you. Every time Sam tried to sit next to you in the library, or Dean tried to sit with you on the couch, Hero would growl, even bark, and they were forced to give up their usual spot next to you in order to appease the dog.

“Hey kid, can we talk?” Sam stepped towards you, but backed off when Hero started to growl.

“About what?” You asked, calming Hero with a gentle pat to the head.

“About him,” Dean gestures to the dog, and you frowned, your brows drawing together.

“What about him?”

“Are you joking?” Sam scoffed. “He hates us. I mean, we can’t get near you without-“ Hero barked, and Sam sighed, gesturing to him. “That.”

“He’s just a little protective,” you muttered. “Not exactly unlike you guys.”

“Yeah well, can you call the guard dog off?” Dean demanded. “Because it’s getting ridiculous.”

“I don’t know what you want me to do,” you admitted. “He likes being close to me, and he’s just not used to you guys.”

“Ok, well then let’s get him used to us,” Sam suggested.

“Is he really so bad?” You knelt next to Hero, smiling when he licked your face.

In response, Dean took a half step towards you, and Hero responded with a harsh bark.

“I guess that’s your answer.”

…

“Hero!” Your dog came running from Sam’s side at the sound of your voice.

“Hey, we were making progress,” Sam insisted. Over the past few days, he and Dean had been slowly getting closer to Hero, and Sam was starting to notice that you seemed alarmed at their progress.

“Yeah, he just needs food,” you muttered, not meeting Sam’s eye as you led Hero to the kitchen.

“Is it just me or has she been acting weird lately?” Dean asked as he stepped to Sam’s side.

“Oh, definitely weird,” Sam insisted.

“She doesn’t seem too happy with us getting acquainted with her dog,” Dean observed.

“I noticed. Should we talk to her about it?”

“Talk to who about what?” You stepped into the library, Hero in tow.

“Nothing,” Dean said. “Hey, how about I take Hero out to the park? Maybe he’ll like me more if we play some fetch.”

“Um…actually I think I’m gonna give him a bath,” you stepped away from Dean, and he didn’t miss the way Hero’s ears perked up, the way they did when he sensed your nervousness.

“Are you ok?” Dean resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Sam’s lack of subtlety.

“I’m fine,” the phrase came out almost as a question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Why don’t you want us near the dog?” Dean figured that if Sam was going to be so conspicuous, they might as well just ditch subtlety altogether.

“I never said that,” you muttered, suddenly very focused on your hands as you petted Hero.

“Didn’t have to,” Dean insisted. “So what’s up?”

At first Dean thought you weren’t going to answer, but finally you spoke, keeping your eyes averted.

“He’s mine.”

“What?”

You sighed, kneeling on the ground to be closer to your dog, “Look, this is gonna make me sound like a jerk, but it’s just…I-I was worried Hero might like you guys more than me.” You glanced up to meet Dean’s eye for a split second before returning your gaze to Hero.

“He’s your dog,” Sam insisted, “he’s not gonna-“

“You’re great with dogs, and-and Dean has that…I don’t know, that ‘I’m in charge’ attitude that dogs like.” Your arms subconsciously tightened around Hero as you spoke. “I-I thought that if you guys started playing with him more…he might like you better.”

“Hey,” Dean knelt next to you so that he could look you in the eye, and he noticed Hero leaning his body closer to you. “You raised him, ok? He’s not gonna forget that.” Dean reached out and gently scratched behind Hero’s ear. “There’s nothing I could do that would make this dog like me more than you, he’s obsessed with you, I mean look at him.”

You smiled softly as you ran your fingers through Hero’s soft fur, “Yeah, I guess.”

“And I promise, we’re never gonna try to make that happen,” Sam chimed in, joining his siblings in the floor. “But if we’re all gonna cohabitate, we need to make sure this guy at least tolerates us.”

You giggled as Hero sniffed Sam suspiciously.

“I understand.”

“Besides,” Dean added, getting to his feet, “That mutt took my place on the couch, and every once in a while he’s gonna have to share you with us.”

You giggled again, standing at the same time as Sam and looking down at Hero.

“I think maybe I can get him to do that.”

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What If’s -Miguel O’Hara

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem!reader

warnings: spoilers for across the spiderverse!!!! a couple of vampire jokes here and there. kissing, yearning, idk if those are warnings.

an: there’s no better character than miguel to write a wholesome hurt/comfort friends to lovers fic. this is my first time writing for him and I hope I did a good job lmao. let me know how I did!

★★★★

“I know I said I don’t mind your company.” Miguel’s voice reaches you from the platform he’s perched on in the middle of his lab. “But do you have to turn the volume up so loud?”

Your laugh echoes the room as you press a button twice to decrease the volume for a moment. “It helps me focus. Some of us have jobs aside from being a superhero you know.”

“Oh is saving the world not enough of a job for you?” Miguel’s eye-roll is clear in his tone and it makes you smile. “Perhaps you don’t know it but here we’re trying—”

“I know, I know, Twilight.” You wave him off over your shoulder. “What I mean is I like having a job, and I’m super smart so they let me work remotely.”

“All spider people are ‘super smart’ as you put it.” Miguel says, from somewhere behind you as you tap away on your laptop.

“Huh,” You fake surprise, then speak through a grin. “Here I thought I was the only one, good to know you’ve got a brain behind your broody eyes.”

Miguel’s breathy chuckle makes your heart jump, and you turn on your seat to catch the corner of his mouth lift in a half smile. Going back to the report you have to finish for your regular job, you turn the music up again and rest your feet on the desk in front of you. “I can feel you judging me, Twilight.”

“I am.” Miguel calls back to you and you smile.

There’s nothing that makes your body fill with warmth like Miguel. From being his most annoying spider recruit since the day you met —you saw he had fangs, and he never lived the vampire jokes down— your relationship has blossomed  into a beautiful friendship over time. The kind of friendship where everything is easy around each other, where you anticipate the other’s needs, and the kind that started with sharing trauma. Both of you’ve lost many people, and it’s probably the reason why you cling to the other as much as you do. You’re a stubborn tangle in his hair and he's as present in your life as the breeze that hits your face when you’re swinging through the city. You bring out the best in each other —regardless of you annoying him every single day— and this deep connection you seem to have is most likely the one responsible for the lines between friendship and love to be so blurred between you. You’ve fought by his side multiple times, and you love it, but there’s nothing you love more than these quiet moments with him, where you just exist near each other, and everything feels right. Though you love seeing him in action, more often than not getting distracted by his ruthlessness, strength, and skill, you love doing simple things with him too. Miguel showing up to your place when you’re cooking dinner and refusing to dance along with you; Miguel getting coffee with you after much insistence to leave his desk; Miguel sighing at your bad jokes which only makes you laugh more; Miguel staying over at your place, his presence a warm reassurance that you’re safe.

Insistent pinging takes your mind away from its memories, and you’re quick to set your work aside and swing to the platform to see what’s going on. Lila has appeared over Miguel’s shoulder and is gesturing at the many alarms popping up on the yellow screens. A canonic event has been interrupted, a black hole has opened under the city of Mumbattan on earth 50101,  Miles Morales —the Spider-Man Miguel’s been keeping tabs on for a while— is in that dimension for some reason, and there’s a multiverse-jumping anomaly on the loose.   

Miguel’s face darkens, a mix of worry, fury, and tiredness forcing his features down into a deep frown. He pinches the bridge of his nose before talking to Lyla as he flips through the screens. “Tell Jessica to go to Earth 50101 and bring backup with her. We need to contain that black hole.”

“On it.” Lyla disappears for a moment before she’s back by Miguel’s side. “What else?”

“Bring Miles Morales to me.” He says, setting his hands on the table in front of him and looking at the screen that show’s Miles stopping the canonic event. “It’s time we stop this mess at its source.”

“Miguel?” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, worry settling on your chest. “What do you mean?”

Lyla disappears a moment later as Miguel’s monitors keep flipping through the events in Mumbattan. Alchemax blowing up as a result of the anomaly calling itself the Spot turning on the supercollider. The building collapsing on itself.

“You know what I mean.” The man in front of you furrows his brows in anger. “He’s become a threat since the moment he was bitten. It was never even supposed to happen, you can’t expect me to let him go on like this. To keep disregarding canon as much as he pleases.”

“You know I’ve always supported you, Miguel.” You take his hand in both of yours and squeeze it tightly. “I’m the one backing you up, winning everyone over when they get mad at you… But this is wrong.”

“It’s not.” He says, taking his hand back from you and clicking away on his computer. A moment later, moments in Miles Morales’ life float in the screens around you. “We have to stop him. He’s going to undo everything we do if not.”

“Miguel,” You furrow your brows at his words, then gesture towards him with your arms. “Listen to yourself, who’s more out of canon here, him or us? We weren’t bitten, that’s strike one; we can’t stick to walls, strike two; you don’t shoot webs and my senses aren’t heightened like everyone else’s. That’s strike three.”

It’s something that’s always intrigued you, but it’s never made you think of yourself or Miguel as less of a Spiderman than everyone else. That’s not what wearing the mask means; it means protecting those who can’t protect themselves. To be selfless and kind and self-sacrificing for the world, even if no one says thank you. If Miguel and yourself haven’t broken the multiverse just by existing, then why would Miles. If his world hasn’t collapsed then there’s nothing wrong with him being the superhero that he is.

Miguel ponders your words but shakes his head, still adamant to see things your way in this matter. “The kid–”

You take a step closer to him and cut him off before he can continue. “The kid was bitten, regardless of it being supposed to happen or not! He has lost someone dear already and has basically followed every other spiderman rule, Miguel. I don’t think he’s the reason this is happening.”

Your friend, the object of your affections, turns his back towards you, going back to his screens. They show the events of Mumbattan now, the way Miles saved the captain and the little girl from being crushed by falling debris. There’s also the black hole in the city, threatening the people they tried so hard to save. The hole is so similar to the Spot’s that you’re sure an analysis would prove it right. But Miguel isn’t seeing reason. “He is.”

“It’s the Spot’s fault!” You raise your voice, frustration getting the best of you more a moment before you take a deep breath. Trying to see things from his perspective, you place a hand on his upper arm, your voice falling down to a reassuring whisper. “I know you’re scared of the world collapsing again, but it won’t.”

Your heart falls when he shrugs your hand off and turns to look at you. The many screens around you dance across his features, and after inhaling deeply Miguel speaks again. “You don’t know that.”

“I do,” You smile sadly, hoping that your confidence in him will let him see what’s right under his nose. “I know it because this time you’re here, Miguel, guiding us and making sure it doesn’t happen again. You just need to see that Miles isn’t the problem.”

“Everything started with him.” Miguel argues, his voice emphasizing the word everything, definite on his theory. His eyes are full of resentment, not towards you, but towards the situation. Days and nights of working himself thin in this office, weighing on his broad shoulders.

Your squeeze your eyes shut before you look at him again. He’s so blinded by his own past mistakes; he thinks Miles will repeat them. When you speak again your voice is soft despite your irritation. “Miguel, you know in your heart it didn’t, and I know that because we’re the same.”

He exhales and looks into your eyes; they soften only slightly as they lock with yours. You try to urge him once again to forget this theory for a moment and see things differently if only for a second. He needs to know you don’t think it has to come to this –an attack towards the young spiderman– and that you won’t be a part of it if it does.  

“If I feel it, then you must feel it too.” Though you’re talking about his plans for the young spiderman, the underlying topic of your feelings for him are clear as day in the way you look at him. You let your guard down, and say barely above a whisper, “Please. You know I can’t follow you, not this time.”

His eyes look aways from you as his shoulders tense, a clear sign of all the walls you’d crumbled building back up. “You want me to risk everything, including you, over a what-if?”

“Everything’s a what-if, Miguel.” You smile sadly at him, then set your shoulders straight as you step away from the platform and from him. “But I guess that settles that.”

Miguel takes two steps and catches up to you before he reaches for your hand. There’s a tightness around his brown eyes from the way you’re looking at him tearfully. They shift to confusion a moment later, when his hand moves upwards towards your wrist and you grin. Taking another step back, you hold your watch on your opposite hand, showing him that you knew he’d try to take it from you. You know him better than he gives you credit for.

“I’ll see you when you’ve changed your mind, Twilight.” You fiddle with your watch until a portal opens and when it does, you throw the device back at him. Though your throat is tight, emotion concentrating there as tears sting your eyes, you keep yourself from crying. “Otherwise… I guess this is goodbye.”

Not bearing to look into the new despair in his eyes, you turn around and walk into your dimension without looking back. When the portal closes behind you, you’re back in your apartment, the room dark around you safe for the lamp you forgot to turn off in the morning. Every corner you look at you see Miguel’s lingering shadow; the wall he always leaned against when you talked in the kitchen, the couch where the two of you always hung out –your legs over his lap and your laptop over yours as he waited for you to finish working. You wrap your arms around yourself, hoping for some comfort to come from it.

Hoping this mess can be fixed.

It is only a day later when the first step towards it being resolved, happens. You’ve been swinging through the city, patrolling different neighborhoods and keeping an eye out for any anomalies. Without your watch you’ve been disconnected from the Spider Society. Most importantly from Miguel, and although you try to, you can’t help but wonder what’s happening back in the HQ. You've barely been to your apartment since your fight with Miguel, your heart feels like a fading bruise –not quite broken but yearning painfully– and the last thing you want to do is spend time somewhere that will bring his memory back to you. So quick stops to shower, work, and eat, in between patrols are all you’ve allowed yourself. You’re swinging to one of these stops, when you spot a lonely figure standing in your balcony.

Even from afar you know its him, no one else has his shoulder-to-waist ratio, and no one else makes your heart skip quite like he does. Despite being vexed from your last conversation, you feel his heart call out to yours, and the way his eyes rise to see you swing towards the balcony are all the confirmation that you need that your assumptions were right. He would come around eventually, you knew it, you never thought it would be this fast though. What have you done now, Miguel?

You land on the balcony next to him, nod towards your door so he can follow you inside. Once the door closes behind you, you take your mask off and Miguel’s vanishes too. There’s no awkwardness as you stand in front of each other in the middle of the living room, only silence in an otherwise joyful room. The lights are still off in your apartment but you don’t move to turn them on, instead you shrug and motion towards the balcony.

“Nice timing.” You say, trying to keep your voice light. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you’d see me when I changed my mind.” His voice is low, like he’s worried the moment will shatter if he speaks any louder.

“You did?” Your question is followed by a step closer to him, but a frown appears on your face. “What changed it?”

“I’m sorry. I made a mistake.” He whispers, brows furrowed together creating a deep crease between them. His eyes won’t meet yours but from the city lights outside your apartment, and the glow from his suit, you can see the deep regret in them, and the embarrassment from admitting his wrongs. “Then made a mess out of everything.”

“Miguel–”

“You can say I told you so, because you were right.” He turns to you, bringing his hand to hold your cheek briefly before he sighs and walks away, closer to the balcony’s window.

“What happened?” You follow him, standing next to him. Part of you is afraid he’s going to leave the same way he arrived, and panic settles on your chest. You urge him to keep talking though, you won’t give him a chance to shut down this time. “What happened with Miles?”

“The Spot’s stronger than before and going to Miles’ dimension to destroy it and then possibly many others.” Miguel clenches his hands into fists, the muscles around his neck tensing, the stress and worry in them is clear for you to see. “But he’s not there, because of me.”

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose, a mannerism you’ve gotten from the man next to you. Of course he scared the kid off; you love this man more than anything, but he really needs to work on his first impressions. “Where is he? How can we find him?”

“I have an idea; I think his friends do too.” Miguel starts, then shakes his head, some strands of hair falling over his forehead. “Maybe the dimension of the spider that bit him is a good place to start.”

“Then we find him, Miguel.” You move to stand in front of him, your back to the window and the city, all your focus on him. “We find him, we bring him home, and we defeat the Spot.”

He nods almost imperceptibly his gaze in the distant glimmering buildings, his handsome yet tired features washed in light blue and purple light. You know he can feel your gaze on him, burning a hole on his face but his eyes won’t look away from the window. When he doesn’t give in a moment later, you bring both of your hands to his face. Half expecting him to move away, you’re surprised when he lets you, and a small breath escapes him at the contact.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You whisper, your thumbs moving softly over his cheekbones. “Everything will be alright; we can fix it.”

“I almost lost everything by trying to prevent it from happening again.” He confesses, eyes full of torment when they finally meet yours. They glisten in the light, worry and despair making his icy layers melt for you too see him clearly. It’s enough to make you tear up. When you try to say something, he cuts you off as if knowing what you’re about to say. “I almost lost you.”

You shake your head fervently. “You were never going to lose me, we’re best friends I don’t think we’re capable of losing each other.”

“We’re more than that.” He says, voice gentle as he takes your hands from his face and holds them in his, they dwarf yours in size. “I feel it too and I’m sorry if it’s too late.” His words echo back to your last conversation, and it makes your stomach flip. Finally, after so much time, your feelings are bare in front of each other. Precious jewels you would never trust to anyone else, both broken, both put back together, and perfect for the other.

“It’s not.” You shake your head and let go of his hands, moving them instead to rest on his shoulders. A smile makes its way to your face, and the way Miguel’s lips move to mirror it makes your heart soar.

A moment later his head is tipping downwards as you step on the tip of your toes to kiss him. It’s an electric moment, a canonic event itself with the way all the pieces seem to fall into place. You move your arms around Miguel’s shoulders and hitch yourself higher to wrap your legs around his waist. His approval is hummed into your mouth as his lips move ardently against yours. One of his arms goes around your waist while the other moves up your back to bury his hand in your hair, tipping your face in the perfect angle to kiss you into a blissful state. Your sighs are unstoppable and he’s more than happy to catch them with his lips as your hands move to his hair. This is all you’ve wanted, to have him completely, for the two of you to accept the feelings that have always been there.

Eventually your passionate kiss simmers down to something slower, calmer. Miguel’s lips brush yours softly; barely-there kisses that move to the corner of your mouth, your cheek and along your jaw. His voice is rough when he whispers against your lips in a gentleness he rarely shows, “I love you, I always have.”

“I love you, you broody, cheap Twilight vampire wannabe.” You murmur, brushing your nose against his as he chuckles under his breath, before he sets you down. “We should go.”

“Only if you want to.” Miguel tells you, holding out your watch on the palm of his hand.

You take it from him and put it on with a smile. “Please, you’d be lost without me.”

His hand cups your cheek for a moment, a soft smile just for you on his face as he says, voice low. “Right again.”

In front of you a new portal appears, back to Miguel’s office to round everybody up. The future might still be up in the air, and there might be many battles ahead before this multiversal conflict is solved. But one thing you know for sure is that with the right team, the impossible can happen. You’re sure Miles’ team has his back, but a little backup wouldn’t hurt them, would it?

You take Miguel’s hand and squeeze it in yours before walking backwards to the portal. “Come on Twilight, let’s help the kids save the world.”

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Massage

Pairing- Jin x Named Reader

Word count- 4.1k

Includes- Cock massage, sex, missionary, sex from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Jin POV

“You ok Jinnie?”, Joanne asks me, pausing the movie we’re watching

I’m stretching because my back and shoulders are killing me

Too much practicing

“Yeah Jo. I’m ok. My back just hurts”

“That sucks", she comments then moves behind me on my bed

"What are you doing?”, I ask a bit alarmed

“Fucking relax Jin. I’m just gonna give you a massage.”, she says and I know by her tone she’s rolling her eyes

“You don’t have to”, I answer although I really want her too

She's my best friend since I was little

We grew up together and have been inseparable since then

She’s a veterinarian for the zoo here in Seoul

How she goes near those wild animals that can eat her, I’ll never know but she loves her job

Sometimes we don’t have time to see each other because of our schedules We try to hang out once a week if I’m here and not on tour

“Oh shut up Jin”, she answers

I feel her hands start moving on my shoulders and it feels good

She rubs her thumbs in my shoulder blades and it hurts but in a good way

“Damn Jinnie, you weren’t kidding. You’re so stiff”, she says, using both hands on one of my shoulders

“Yeah. We’re practicing so much. All the award shows are coming up and we’re performing at almost every one.”, I answer

“You’re being worked to death, you know that right?”, she says as she switches to my other shoulder

“It’s ok. I can handle it. BigHit is better than some of the other companies. We’re given a lot more freedom”

“Sure Jinnie. Whatever you say”, she answers

She doesn’t like that I’m an idol

Don’t get me wrong, she’s super proud of me and all I’ve accomplished with BTS

But she hates that I have to work all the time, that I have to practice and perform show after show

She hates that I really don’t have time to do what I want to do

It’s always work

She also hates how the media misrepresents us sometimes, how I can’t go down the street without being recognized, how our privacy is always invaded and how some fans can get She hates the sasaengs with a passion

I swear she’d kick one’s ass if she ever met one

I love that she cares about me and my well being

She’s always there for me whenever I need her even though I’m not always there for her

She really is the best friend I could ever ask for

“Take you’re shirt off and lay face down”, she orders

“What?”

Is she serious?

“Oh c'mon Jin, get your mind outta the gutter. I need to get to your back and I can’t if you’re sitting up. And your shirt’s in the way. Just do it”, she explains

I sigh

I know she’s not going to do anything

We don’t see each other that way

It’s just different

But I trust her

She moves from behind me and waits

Oh what the hell

Taking my shirt off, I turn and lay down on my stomach

She gets up and sits on my ass

“Joanne!”, I yell

What? I need to get close to you and I have no where to sit.”

“Yeah but for you have to sit right on my ass?”

“Where do you want me to sit? I can sit on you’re lower back while I massage your shoulders but I still need to sit somewhere to get your lower back”, she asks

I think but honestly there’s no where else

“Fine, do that then”, I agree

She moves and sits on my back, her legs on either side of me. Her hands go back to my shoulders and she starts rubbing, sliding her fingers on my neck and massaging there too

Her hands move all over my back, making my muscles putty under her hands

She massages me hard at first to get the knots out, then she lightens up, the massage becoming gentle

She’s so fucking good at this

She’s never massaged me before so I never knew she was good at it Honestly she’s better than most professionals

She moves again and sits back on my behind

Her hands slide down and she massages my lower back

“Fuck Jo. It feels so good”

“Good Jinnie. You’re body is so fucking tense. When was the last time you had a massage?”, she asks

“Uh…like a year ago, I think”

“That’s to long Jinnie. You gotta get it more often or you’ll fuck up your body. With how much you have to dance, you need it a lot.”

I know she’s right but there’s no time

When she finishes my back she gets off and says, “Turn around”

I turn and lay on my back. She climbs and sits on my stomach

Leaning over she starts rubbing my shoulders and then moves to my chest

Jesus I didn’t know that can feel so good.

I watch her while she massages me and her face is in such concentration at what she’s doing

Why haven’t I noticed how beautiful she is?

‘Stop it’, I think

She’s your best friend, nothing else

She takes my arm and massages down my arm, starting from my bicep to my wrist and then my hand and fingers

She’s really going all out

She switches to the other arm and does the same thing

When she finishes, she moves and sits on my thighs, completely avoiding my lap

She leans over, rubbing and squeezing my sides and stomach

God my body hasn’t felt this good and relaxed in a long time

When she’s finished she asks “Do your legs hurt too? If you change into sweats or pjs, I can massage you through the pants”

I want her too but I’m too lazy and comfortable to get up. What do I do?

Swallowing hard, I make a decision

“You can uh take them off”, I stutter

Her eyebrow shoots up

“Take you’re pants off?”, she repeats

“Uh yeah”, I blush

She shrugs, “Fine but your boxers are staying on”

I nod

She stands and takes off my belt

She unbuttons and unzips my jeans

I lift myself up so she can pull the jeans down

She gets them off and then moves my legs, opening them

She sits in the spaces between them and starts squeezing my thighs

“You and you’re thunder thighs”, she mutters

“Hey!”, I protest

“Sorry. They’re just big”, she smirks

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Yeah”

“Nice Jo”

“You’re welcome”

While she touches my thighs, I realize with horror that I’m getting hard

This entire thing, her massaging me is turning me on

Shit

What do I do?

She’s not paying attention but she’ll see it eventually

'Don’t freak out’, I tell myself

If I freak out she’ll definitely freak out Just don’t draw her attention to it

She moves down my legs, still massaging and making me more hard

I’m so scared of what she’s gonna say

When she’s done, she looks up and her eyes widen

Shit

Shit

“Oh”, is all she says

I look down

I can’t meet her eyes

“I’m sorry, it’s just all the touching-”

“I can fix it if you want”

My head snaps up to her

What?

Is she serious?

“Whh….what?”

“Not sex Jin. But I can make you cum if you want”

How is she talking about this like it’s nothing?

She’s gonna make me cum?

How?

“You don’t have to Jinnie. I’m just offering. You don’t have to take it”

“Yes”, I blurt

I don’t know why but I want her to

I want to know how she’s going to do it

How it’s going to feel

“Oh uh ok.”

She gets off the bed and stands

She pulls my boxers down to my ankles

“Do you trust me Jinnie?”, she asks

“Yeah Jo. Of course”

She nods

Then she pulls her pants and panties off

What?

I thought she said no sex

She climbs back on me

She touches my cock and pumps it a few times then lays it flat on my stomach

I’m so fucking horny and I want to know what she’s going to do

She moves up and I suck in a breath when I see her pussy

I want to touch her

Reaching out, I touch her and shit she’s wet

She breathes harder and I move my fingers on her clit

She lets out a little whimper and fuck I love it

I slide my fingers inside her, her pussy clenchjng hard around them

Jesus, she’s so wet

She gently takes my fingers out of her, then moves down and puts her wet pussy right on my cock

Fuck, it feels good

Slowly she starts moving, sliding along my shaft

I moan from the pleasure that hits my body

How is this feeling so good?

She’s just rubbing herself on my cock and it feels this good

“Jo-”

“Shhh Jinnie. Just feel ok? Just let me massage you and make you feel good ok?”, she whispers

I moan and nod

She changes the way she moves

First she presses hard on me and moves up and down slowly on my entire length

I can’t tear my eyes away from her pussy on me

Then she starts moving faster still pressing hard

“Oh my god”, I moan

Her pussy leaves my cock so slick with her juice and honestly I just want more on me

Then she presses lightly and moves slow again for awhile until she starts to move fast

But the best and what drives me crazy is when she slides up and rubs right on the sensitive underside of my head

She changes her speed a lot as I watch her

First fast, then slow, then fast again and somewhere in between

The pleasure is so fucking intense, running up and down my spine

“You gonna cum Jinnie?”, she asks, starting to move faster

Watching her pussy glide over my head and leaving me soaking wet, pushes me over the edge

“Fuck fuck fuck”, I yell, coming on my stomach

Oh god it feels so fucking good

She keeps rubbing on me until I finish then gets off and sits next to me

She touches my cock, wiping the cum from my tip

I watch as she puts her fingers in her mouth

Oh my god

Did she just?

She leans over me and licks my cum from my stomach

Holy shit, she did

My mouth drops open as I watch her lick all the cum from my body and swallow

It’s so fucking hot

When she’s done, she just says, “You taste good Jinnie”

Holy fuck

She’s going to kill me

She’s going to get me hard again

She glances at my clock and says, “I gotta go Jin

I have to get up early

A tiger is supposed give birth tomorrow and I have to be there”

Wait what?

That’s it?

She just made me feel incredible and she’s just going to leave?

Did she even cum?

She climbs over me and starts pulling her panties on

“Wait Jo…..did you c-”

“No Jinnie. It’s ok. Don’t worry about me. Everything was just for you”

“But Jo”

“It’s ok Jin. I really have to go. Call me when you wanna hang out again ok?”, she smiles at me

Uh....

“Ok”, I answer at a loss for words

She waves and leaves

What the fuck just happened?

My best friend massaged my cock…with her pussy?

And she made me cum

And she didn’t want anything back

And why do I want her to do it again?

'Because it felt so goddamn good’, I tell myself

I can’t wrap my head around this

🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹🐹

Four Months Later

Jin POV

“Hey Jo. Can you uh massage me later?”, I ask her

“Sure Jinnie”, she answers then goes back to the couch, next to Tae, puts her head on his shoulder and watches the movie

And I instantly get jealous

Ever since that day, she used herself to massage me to cum, I’ve asked her to do it a lot

And she always says yes

She comes to the dorm or I go to her apartment

We both undress from the bottom down, then she climbs on me and rubs me with her pussy until I cum

Then she licks my cum off me

After that we hang out like normal

Like we didn’t just do something sexual

We watch movies, get food, play games and talk

I’m with her as much as I can be

The only thing that bothers me is that she doesn’t cum

I mean she’s so soaked everytime but she doesn’t cum or let me make her cum

When I brought it up to her, she just shrugged and said that she’s happy to just do it for me and that she doesn’t need to cum

I accepted that at first but now it’s different

Because I’m not with her all the time just to cum

I actually haven’t asked her to do it for awhile except for today

She does it on her own

She takes me to whatever bed we’re near and she does it

And I fucking love it, love being with her so I give in

Because I’m in love with her

I’m in love with my best friend

I’m with her all the time because I want to spend time with her

Once I realized I fell in love, I stopped asking her to massage me

I just want to be with her, doing whatever

Just sitting next to her and looking at her is enough

And honestly that’s what I’ve been doing- all the time

When we watch movies, tv or play video games all I do is stare at her

She doesn’t notice and I always avert my eyes quickly when she looks over at me

She hasn’t shown any sign of feeling anything more for me than friendship

She never holds my hand, never lays with me after she makes me feel good, never puts her head on my shoulder when we’re watching tv like she’s doing with Tae now, never kissed me

She’ll do something sexual with me but she hasn’t kissed me once

I can’t take it anymore

I want her

I want to be with her in every way

I asked her to be with me to get her alone, because I’m going to tell her I love her

I’m terrified but I need to tell her

--------------------------------

She follows me to my room

I sit on the bed and she sits next to me

“Jo-”, I start

“Shh Jinnie. I’m going to make you feel so good”

“But Jo.”

“Yeah?”, she asks as she reaches over me and palms me through my pants

Fuck

Any touch she gives me makes me so hard

And shuts my brain off

I want her so fucking much

And I give in

I pull her up and pull her pants and panties down

She takes my pants and boxers off

She pushes me on my back and immediately climbs on me

She lays my cock on my stomach again and puts herself on me

She starts sliding up and down and I moan so loudly

“You like it Jinnie?”

“Yes. Always”, I answer

“I like making you feel good”, she answers, moving to my head and sliding her wet pussy on it

She likes to tease me because she knows that’s my favorite spot

So she’ll do it there for awhile then move off

I can’t fucking take it

I want her

“Jo…ccc….can I go inside?”, I stutter

“What?”, she asks but doesn’t stop moving

“I wwww…..want you. I want to be inside you”

“You want sex?”, she asks, stopping

“No Jo. Not just sex. I want to be with you. I want to make you feel good, I want to make you cum, I want to kiss you, hold you. That’s what I want”, I admit sitting up with her still on me

“Jinnie…”

My heart constricts in my chest and I look down

She doesn’t want me

That kills me

But I’m not going to force her

I would never hurt her

“Yes Jinnie”, she says, lifting my face to hers

“Yes?”, I repeat

“Jinnie, I want you. I…”, she trails off

She what?

I want to know

What is she going to say?

That it’s just this once?

That she’s going to want it all the time?

I don’t care, I’ll give it to her

“What Jo?”

“Jinnie, I….I…..”,

She looks down, takes a deep breath and looks back at me

“Jinnie I love you”, she says softly

She…she loves me?

I let it sink in

She loves me!

“I’m in love with you Jinnie. Since we started this and we’ve been together all the time, I’ve fallen in love with you. I love spending time with you and I do love making you feel good. I wasn’t going to tell you but I…shit…I don’t know why I told you. Shit…I’m sorry-”

“Don’t be sorry Jo.”, I interrupt, “Please don’t be sorry”

I can’t let her apologize for loving me when I love her so much

She looks away but I gently turn her face back to me

“I love you too”, I tell her

“Www…what?”

“Jo, the reason I asked you to my room wasn’t to do this. It was to tell you I love, that I’m in love with you and to ask you to be mine. But then you touched me and anytime you touch me anywhere you get me hard and I just went with it”

She’s staring at me wide eyed and I can’t get over how beautiful she is

“I love you so much Jo. Can you please be mine?”, I ask

She nods immediately, “Yes Jinnie, yes”

She moves closer and kisses me

Oh god, her kiss is everything

It fucking blows my mind

I wrap my arms around her, my hand sliding in her hair and her arms going around my neck

She pulls away and says, “I love you Jin”

The biggest smile burst on my face, “I love you Joanne”

I pull her back to me in a heated kiss

She pulls my shirt up and I let go of her lips so she can take it off

I grab her shirt and have it off in a second

She kisses me passionately again, her tongue going in my mouth and making me moan

I reach around her and unclasp her bra, taking it off

She pushes me back and starts moving her hips, sliding herself on me again

“Oh fuck!”, I yell

When she slides up to my head, I move a little and slide inside her

“Oh shit”, she yells as I get all the way in

“Oh my god Joanne! Fuck me, you feel so good”

She feels so tight and so fucking wet. She fits around me perfectly

She leans down and kisses me again, then sits back up and starts bouncing on me

Sheer pleasure runs through my veins

“Oh Jinnie! Oh god!”, she moans, moving rapidly on me

She’s so fucking sexy and watching her ride me is such a turn on

She leans back, putting her arms behind her on my thighs and moves so much harder and faster

I thrust up, watching my cock go in and out of her and hitting so deep

I slam a spot in her and she yells, “There Jinnie. Oh fuck baby, don’t stop”

“I won’t princess, I won’t not until you cum”

I love listening to her moaning

I feel her throbbing on me and I know she’s close

I slam her in her spot again and again making her scream

And my door opens just as she cums

“Jin what’s-”

“Jin! Oh god Jin! Yes Seokjin!”, she screams, coming hard, body shaking hard and feeling so goddamn incredible

I had no idea it could feel so fucking pleasurable to be cummed on

“Baby, Jinnie, more Jin, please baby”, she begs

“Anything you want Jo.”, I answer

I pull out pick her up and throw her to the foot of my bed on her back

Opening her legs again I bury myself in her

“Yes!”, she cries

I lean over and kiss her lips, then move down, kissing her neck and moving hard in her

“Oh god”, I hear a gasp

Shit.

I vaguely remember the door being opened

I look up at the door, still slamming in her and see all the guys staring at us in various stages stages of shock

“Get the fuck out!”, I growl

“Jin harder, Jin”, she moans, oblivious to the guys watching

She’s gripping my upper arm so tightly and moaning

I snap my hips harder, driving myself in her as hard as I can

“Yes yes yes!”, she cries

“I said get out!”, I yell at them

They all jump, close the door and I go back to her

I kiss her again, then move on my knees, one of her legs wrapped around me and I grab the other holding it out wide

“Jin, fuck Jin, you’re cock feels so good baby.”

“It’s all for you, my beautiful princess. You can have me anytime you want”

I feel her getting ready

“Cum Joanne. I want you to cum right now!”

“Fffff……Fuck!”, she cries, pussy clenching me as she releases all over me

“Jin! Fuck Seokjin!”

“Yes princess, fuck yes. Again baby. Give it to me again”, I order

I slam her and find her spot again

“Oh god!”, she screams in ecstacy

I turn her on her side and hold one leg up, pounding into her spot over and over

“Cum now!”, I demand and she listens, orgasming again, legs shaking

“Fuck Jo, you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum. I want to watch you some more. Can you give me more princess?”, I plead

“Yes Jin. I’ll give you whatever you want”, she answers, shouting

“Good girl. My good girl”, I praise her, “My princess”

Moving again, she screams while another orgasm rips through her

“Good girl”, I repeat, fucking her hard through her orgasm

I pull out, get her on her hands and knees and plunge back in

“Yes oh fuck yes!”, she shouts, “Fuck Jin, I love you’re cock baby. I love you’re big, hard cock fucking me”

Yes, I love that she loves my cock and how good I fuck her

Gripping her hips, I move her on and off me hard

“Yes Jinnie, yes baby. Give it to me baby”, she moans

“Are you gonna cum princess? Or do I have to stop?”, I tease her, pounding away in her tight pussy

“No don’t stop Jin. I’ll cum. I promise, just don’t stop”

“Ok princess but I want it”

“Yes Jinnie”

I drive my cock against her spot again and again, her screaming incoherently

I need more

I fucking need it

“Again Joanne. Now”, I hit her spot again, “Again princess. I need it, one more time so I can cum”

Another slam

“Seokjin!”, she screams at the top of her lungs, her whole body shaking violently as she struggles to keep herself up

I watch her cum coat my cock, more going on me the longer her orgasm lasts

I slam in her once more and cum, screaming her name from the intense pleasure I’m feeling

I pull out of her just as she collapses on the bed

I need to fucking lay down

My body isn’t used to this kind of pleasure

But I need her in my arms

I pick her up and settle her on me as I lay back

I move her sweaty hair from her face and run my fingers in it

I feel her heart beating so rapidly against my skin

“Jin, fuck Jin. That was amazing. You were amazing”, she breathes

“You were too princess. It wasn’t just me”

She lifts her head tiredly and smiles at me shyly, “I like when you call me princess”

I smile, “You are Jo. You’re my princess”

She touches my face, stroking my cheek, “You my worldwide handsome prince”, she says softly

I like that, a lot

She moves a little closer and kisses my lips, so softly and lovingly

“I love you Jinnie”

“I love you Jo”, I answer, “Can you stay with me tonight princess? I don’t want to sleep without you”

“Yeah Jinnie. I want to stay with you. All the time”

“You can princess. You can stay with me all the time”

She kisses me again and lays back down on me

“I love you”, she sighs

“I love you”, I tell her

I play with her hair, closing my eyes and fall asleep with her in my arms

[cuntylogan]

So I'm listening to Last Christmas by Wham and I was thinking about your fic and I accidently got super emotional and sad. Is Logan gonna give Wade some Xmas lovens?? 🥺🥺🥺

of course he is! thank you anon, here's a little snippet of their christmas morning for you <3

Logan rolls over in bed, pulls a pillow over his face and tries to drown out the noise.

It muffles the sound, but it doesn't go away enough for him to sleep. A quick glance at the alarm clock tells him it's not even eight in the morning yet. 

He throws the pillow on the floor, punches the mattress for good, pouty measure, and stomps out of the bedroom in his boxers. 

It's easy to follow the noise in the small apartment, concentrated in the kitchen. 

Wade's in nothing but his underwear, a tight red pair that says Naughty List across the ass and a Santa hat perched on his head. 

Logan tries to stay angry but it's fading fast. 

Wade swings his hips around to the same Christmas song he's been blasting from his phone speaker all morning. Logan knows he's been listening to the same one on repeat because he's already heard it three times. It had even wormed its way into his dream before it woke him up entirely. 

Wade plops cinnamon rolls from the tube onto a baking sheet while he dances, occasionally spinning around to flip the bacon frying on the stove. 

He doesn't notice Logan leaning against the doorway, fighting hard to keep the smile off his face. 

“Don't you know any other songs?” 

Wade jumps when Logan speaks. Damn near drops a cinnamon roll. 

“You got a problem with the music?” He waves the bacon spatula threateningly in Logan's direction. “This is the best Christmas song that's ever been written. Do not talk shit about Last Christmas in front of me.” 

“It wasn't a bad song until you played it ten times in a row.” 

“One more word about Wham! and I'll eat your ass.” He puts the spatula down and plops another cinnamon roll on the pan. “I meant beat your ass.” 

Logan can't help the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips while he rolls his eyes and pushes off the wall to stand behind Wade in the kitchen, arms around his waist, nose pressing into the side of his neck. 

Wade doesn't let it stop him from dancing around to the song, moving his ass over the front of Logan's hips, so Logan holds him tighter. Breathes him in deeper. 

Things have been so easy for them lately. Logan knows the hardest part of his day will be waiting for Wade to be done making breakfast before he can rip off his stupid festive underwear. 

“Why are you doin’ all this? You hate cooking.” 

“I have to pick Al up at eleven,” Wade says, spinning around to tend to the bacon. Logan goes with him, chest glued to Wade's back. 

“You coulda slept in til ten at least,” Logan mumbles against the skin of Wade's neck. Wade is squirmy under Logan's weight. If Wade's going to be a tease, Logan thinks he's earned the right. “You know I'd make you breakfast.” 

“Wanted some time for just us,” Wade says, and it's so sweet and unexpected Logan damn near cries. “Before everyone else comes over. I was gonna surprise you, but if your super hearing woke you up and you want to keep me company while I cook, well.” He shrugs. Logan kisses his neck. “Then that's just a happy accident, isn't it?” 

“You're a sap,” Logan tells him. 

Wade doesn't argue, just spins around in Logan's arm to kiss him properly. 

Logan shoves him off. “You've been eating the fucking cinnamonroll frosting.” 

Wade laughs, and Logan's heart flutters in his chest. It's been years since Logan's celebrated Christmas. Can't even remember the last time he had any interest in decorating, or putting up a tree, or waking up early to make breakfast, but he could get used to it. Whatever it takes to keep Wade laughing, really. Just like that. 

[punksyeet]

ᰔᩚ Tag Team ᰔᩚ

Plot: Gianna (OC) is assigned her first ever mixed tag team match, and it just so happens to be with Jey Uso.

Warning: Mature language & hefty flirting!

I wake up to the annoying sound of my alarm and immediately stop it.

Letting out a out a loud yawn, I throw my arms above my head and stretch.

Today, I have my first ever mixed tag team match with my best friend Josh aka Jey Uso.

Well, I guess he’s more like an unofficial boyfriend.

We’ve kissed numerous times and flirt any chance we get, but he’s never officially asked me out.

So I guess it’s more of a friends with benefits type thing? Anyway.

I get out of bed and open my blinds to try and wake myself up.

“Oh hell no,” I mumble, immediately shutting them again after being damn near blinded by the sun.

I do one final stretch before heading downstairs to my kitchen.

After lots of pondering and looking in the cabinets to find boring cereal, I decide to cook.

As I'm cracking an egg, my phone rings.

I look at the screen and see that Josh is FaceTiming me.

I answer and lean my phone on my toaster.

As soon as we connect, I immediately notice his sexy tattoo-covered chest and arm, which is resting on the back of his fluffy bed head.

G: "Hi love, good morning."

J: "Morning ma, how'd you sleep?”

G: "Pretty good, you?"

J: "Aight."

G: "Just alright?"

J: "Yeah. Unfortunately, there was no pretty lady in my bed to keep my company."

I playfully roll my eyes and decide to play along.

G: "And which pretty lady might that be? Should I know her?"

J: "Take a wild guess."

I smirk and turn my back towards the camera to put the carton of eggs back in my fridge.

He sucks his teeth.

J: "Damn ma, quit teasing me witcho lil fine ass!"

For context, I wore booty shorts and a hoodie to bed last night.

Wink wink!

G: "Me? Teasing you? Neeeever!"

I pretend to fix the waistband of my shorts and pull them up a little higher, bouncing my ass at the same time.

J: "Maaaan!"

He rolls his eyes back and lays the phone down.

I giggle, turn back around, and pop a piece of pineapple into my mouth.

G: "Why don't you come over? I'm making breakfast."

J: "You sure ma? I don't wanna be a bother."

G: "Boy I obviously don't mind if I'm inviting you!"

He sucks his teeth again.

J: "Aight, I'll be there in like an hour."

G: "Sounds good love, I'll see you then."

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About an hour later, a black Navigator pulls up in front of my house and my doorbell rings.

"Come in!" I call, cracking two more eggs for Josh's omelette.

"What's good m-damn it smells good in here!" he exclaims, walking in and shutting the door behind him.

I smile, continuing to cook.

He walks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.

The smell of his cologne lingers as he leans down to kiss my neck.

I set the spatula down and turn tp face him.

"Hi love," I coo, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"What's good beautiful?" he replies, and slides his hands onto my waist.

We share a sweet kiss.

As we pull apart, I gently tug at his bottom lip and suck on it.

He sucks his teeth once I let go. "Damn girl! All this teasing so early in the morning?"

"Since when has the time of day ever stopped me?" I ask, running my fingers through his curly mullet.

He thinks for a moment. "Shii you right."

I smile, scanning his body up and down.

He's wearing a black crewneck and sweatpants set, along with his Panda Dunks and silver link chain.

"I love this chain on you," I exclaim, playing with it.

He smirks and caresses my ass. "You love when it's dangling in your face too, huh?"

I narrow my eyes at him and turn back around to the stove. "And yet you question me for teasing you!"

He chuckles and digs his head in my neck, giving me soft kisses.

I take his omelette off the pan and plate it up with some bacon and buttered toast, as well as some fresh fruit on the side.

"Mmm thank you ma," he says, taking the plates and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I smile and plate up mine as well.

He lifts me on the counter, stands between my legs, and we feed each other, with some occasional kisses.

Soon enough, we finish eating and I head upstairs to get ready while he does the dishes.

I pick out a graphic tee, some jeans, my Panda Dunks to match Josh, and some jewelry.

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After about an hour of driving, we finally make it to the arena and head in together so the media team can get their content.

He walks me to my dressing room and wraps me into a hug. "Aight ma, I'll see you in a bit."

I nod smiling and hug back.

He sneaks a kiss onto my neck, slaps my ass, and walks away.

I stand there against my door, watching him dreamily for a second.

"Gi? You okay?" I hear a familiar voice ask next to me.

I turn and see one of my best friends, Trinity standing there.

"Oh! Hey Trin! Y-yeah I'm good!" I reply, as we share a tight hug.

Once we let go, she folds her arms. "You sure? It looked like you kinda dozed off for a second."

I nod smiling. "I'm all good, I promise!"

She sighs, smiling back. "Alright girl. Good luck tonight!"

"You too mama!" I reply.

We share one last hug and she walks off.

I quickly head into my dressing room, before anyone else catches me staring at Josh's dreamy self.

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After a little while, I change into my gear.

As I'm braiding my hair, I get a knock at my door.

"Come in!" I call, with a hair elastic in between my teeth.

I watch through the mirror as Josh walks in, looking as good as ever.

He's wearing black and blue YEET gear, matching arm sleeves, YEET glasses, and his signature white Air Forces.

“Hiii,” I coo flirtatiously, tying the end of my second braid and getting up.

He scans my body up and down. “Damn ma! You look gooood! Gimme a lil twirl!”

He takes my hand and lifts it, as I spin, making sure to take a second once my ass is facing him.

He pulls me against him and wraps me in his arms. “Girl you boutta make me act UP!”

I giggle and reach up to cup his face, pressing my lips to his.

He automatically kisses back and, after about a minute later, I pull away. “This can wait until after our match, yeah?”

He groans and rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

Suddenly there’s a knock on my door.

“You and Jey are on in five minutes, Gianna!” a member of creative calls, before walking away.

I make sure I’m all ready in the mirror, and soon enough, we head out to the gorilla.

Samantha Irvin introduces Josh and I, then our opponents AJ Styles and Charlotte Flair.

The match ended up lasting 23 minutes and Jey pinned AJ to get us the win! <3

“Here are your winners!” Samantha cheers from ringside. “Gianna Nicole and Main Event Jey Uso!”

The crowd goes wild as the referee holds up each of our arms and we share a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of us ma,” Josh whispers.

I smile, trying to catch my breath. “Me too, baby.”

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Josh and I got back to my place about an hour ago.

We just finished the most relaxing, steaming hot shower. It felt incredible - especially after the match.

“What a day,” I say breathlessly, plopping down onto my bed.

He chuckles and lays between my legs. “You said it, ma.”

“You wanna stay the night?” I ask, playing with his hair.

He looks up at me. “You sure? I don’t mind driving back to my hotel.”

I smile, cup his face, and place a kiss on his lower lip. “You said it yourself, baby. You don’t sleep well without a pretty lady to keep you company.”

He smirks and turns over to face me, throwing the covers over us. “Fuck, I love you.”

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Camp Crystal Lake - Chapter 13

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Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Back at Camp

Teri had had enough of Scott’s subtle advances. When he was distracted by a television show and the company of Mark and Vicky, she slunk out the back door with a towel draped over her shoulders. When the screen door tapped the door frame behind her she sighed.

Freedom, Teri thought. Not that she minded her roommates, but having a moment of alone time was avidly welcomed. Teri was social until she wasn’t - and this was one of those times that she didn’t mind a few minutes to herself.

The lake was inviting and she found a spot around the corner from the main beach to strip down out of her clothing for an early night’s skinny dipping session. Again, something she preferred to do alone. It was therapeutic to the soul.

Teri dunked under the water and mentally counted to five slowly as the cool water encased her naked body.

One..two..three..four..five.

A deep breath escaped her lips as she resurfaced, pushing her hair away from her eyes as her legs peppered the unmoving water. Teri took a moment to look around at the distant lights around the lake - mostly from the silhouettes of houses saying their hellos. She wondered, for a moment, which lights belonged to the lakeside bar that her newfound friends were out at. The thought quickly left her brain when she took a breath and allowed her body to sink beneath the surface again.

Through the trees she could make out the lights from the cabin where they were all staying, and subconsciously she swam in the opposite direction, laying on her back and kicking until she found the far end of the dock. For a bit she rested her arms on top of the aging wood and let her chin lay against her knuckles. From one person’s point of view the atmosphere might have been creepy, but for Tori it was peaceful.

There's nothing to be scared of, she knew without having to convince herself. Teri closed her eyes and dunked herself beneath the water a few more times before finally returning her attention toward the shoreline where she could see the faintest movement near where her clothes had been.

For the first time, Teri’s guard went up and she began to tread water beside the dock to get a better look.

“Who’s there?” She shouted without a hint of alarm in her voice. It was all attitude.

A snicker hardened her expression and as she swam closer to shore she recognized Scott waving her shirt and shorts around like a child.

“Give me my clothes back, Scott!” She called out, a little relieved it was him and not Ralph or some other stranger. Still, the annoyance of his antics were now through the roof.

Scott giggled again and began to back away as Teri grew closer. “Come and get ‘em,” he teased.

She didn’t even care if he saw her partially naked, though Teri covered herself to the best of her ability, grabbed the towel she’d left in the sand and wrapped it around her before chasing him through a short path in the woods that led back toward the cabins.

 “Scott!’ She called his name out again and he continued to laugh wildly as he ran away from her. “This is so childish!” Teri was about to scream at him when all of a sudden she heard him scream.

For a second she had no idea what had happened until she got closer and realized Scott was now hanging upside down by one foot, waving his arms around wildly.

“Teri!” He was at her mercy now as he flailed around wildly, ankle caught in the loop of a thick rope that was tied to a branch so high in the tree that neither of them could see its origin. “Fuck! Damn Joel and all of his wilderness bullshit.”

“What the..” Teri shook her head and looked upward and then back to Scott who was now swinging back and forth. “What do I do?” She truly didn’t know.

“Get me down, that’s what!” He tried to glanced at her from the awkward position he was in.

Teri reached for his torso and stopped him from swinging, yanking her clothes from his hand. She then looked at him accusingly, “I oughta let you hang, you perv.”

“Come on, please,” Scott begged now, “Please, just give me a break here. Help me. Please.”

She cocked her head to the side and smirked at him. “You gunna cut the crap? I’m not dealing with this all summer.”

“Yes,” he said immediately, “Please, just go get something to cut me down.”

Teri narrowed her eyes but couldn’t help but chuckle at the instant karma that had taken Scott into its clutches, “Alright,” she agreed, “I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks.” He tried to lift his head as she began to wander away.

Teri took a few steps back and looked back down at Scott, “Don’t go anywhere!”

Scott shook his head, “Very funny.”

At the Bar

“Do you think they’re surviving back at camp?” Jeff asked, diving into his fourth beer of the evening.

“I’d say they’re doing more than that,” Sandra told him.

“What do you mean?” I asked, leaning forward with my arms on the bar.

“Mark and Vicky,” she went on, “Hello!” Sandra was so intuitive, I decided. She picked up on everyone’s body language without missing a beat. I had suspected some mild flirtation but she was already penning them as lovers without a second thought about it.

“You think they’re into each other?” I asked.

“Right now Vicky is in Mark’s lap,” Sandra said, adding with a little smirk on her word play, “Mark my words.”

When the bartender came back over upon seeing my empty glass I gave a nod, as did Joel.

“This might be my last one,” I whispered.

“Good idea,” he said quietly back.

“Are we still on for ten o'clock?”

“I’d say we’re on for ten.. Ten-forty-five, maybe midnight and again at six in the morning.”

I snickered and raised my eyebrows at him, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“Don’t underestimate me,” he countered with a grin, resting a hand on my thigh beneath the bar’s overhang.

“Mmm..” I leaned in with the alcohol as an added confidence booster, “What if we did it in the lake first?” I whispered.

Joel let out a laugh and leaned an elbow on the bar, looking directly into my eyes from just a few inches away. “I’ve never done that.”

“Me either. Maybe you can be my first.”

The line made both of us laugh after a second’s pause and Sandra leaned forward to intrude on the conversation.

“Don’t get pregnant,” she whispered, to which Joel put up both hands and leaned back in his seat.

“I want to have sex in the lake, too,” Jeff shouted purposely loud, to which I spun around to face him.

“You heard that?”

“Everyone heard that.” He used his thumb to motion to Ted, who was actively engaged and enamored with the bartender, “Except Teddy.”

“Teddy’s busy,” Sandra said, swatting her boyfriend’s arm “Leave him be. And give him ten bucks.”

“He did win fair and square,” Jeff said, “Now about this love making in the lake..” He squeezed Sandra’s shoulder who leaned back into him with a little giggle.

“Maybe we should stick to the cabins,” Joel said, glancing at me.

“It’s a big lake,” Sandra reminded him with a grin, “If you go far enough, no one can hear you scream.”

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So High School

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(2014)

“Ugh.”- you

You go and shut your alarm off.

It’s 6:00am on a Friday fall morning in Athens. Tonight is the football game where I will be cheering at and of course cheering for Joe.

I get up and go into my bathroom to get ready. I do my skincare and blow out my hair. I exist my bathroom and open my closet doors to get my cheer uniform out. I put it on and head out of my room to go downstairs and get a quick thing to eat before I head to school.

“Hey Mama!”- you

“Good morning, sweetheart!”- your mom

“I got to go but I will take an apple on the way!”- you

“Y/n, just make sure to eat something for lunch. Don’t wang you running on an apple all day.”- your mom

“Will do, mama! Love ya!”- you

You closed the door behind you

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(At school)

I walked into school juts a couple minutes before the bell rang so everyone was still walking around the halls or chatting with their friends near their lockers.

I walked to my locker to put away my Science notebook and my English homework. As I was putting my work away I saw Joe. My best friend since the third grade. He was putting stuff away in his locker. I walked over to him with a pep in my step.

“Hey!”- you

“Hey, y/n”- joe

I noticed something was off

“Is everything ok?”- you

“Yeah, it’s just I’m kind of nervous for the game later tonight. I just feel like there is a lot of pressure on my right now.”- joe

“Joe, you are going to be amazing out there like you always are. You’re an amazing quarterback and really good at making that ball go where it needs to. I wouldn’t worry so much about it, ok?”- you

“Thanks, y/n.”- joe

“Of course!”-you

“I got to get to class, see ya later?”- you

“Yep!”- joe

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(Game time)

“And welcome to Friday night football here in Athens! It’s a lovely evening and a lovely night to play some ball!”- announcer

The crowd was cheering and chanting. I was on the side lines cheering.

“G-O- B-U-L-L-D-O-G-S!”- you

“And here they are folks! Please welcome your very own Athens High School Football Team!” - announcer

The crowd roared

“Woooooo! Yeah, Joe!”- you

I put up my Pom Pom’s. Joe looked so cute in his uniform today. His bleach blond hair was just so cute.

I saw Joe walking over to me once he heard me call his name.

“Hey, y/n!”- joe

“Hey,Joe! You are going to do great out there! I believe in you QB!”- you

“Thanks, y/n, means a lot.”- joe

I winked and told him to get back out there.

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(After game)

I was standing outside near the concession stand where all the families and friends wait for the players. I was holding my cheerleading bag and talking to one of my friends who was talking about Zach who she has a crush on and is Joes best friend, but then I heard someone call my name.

“Y/n!”- Robin

I turned around to see who it’s was

“Robin!”- you

I went to go hug her. I knew Robin ever since I was six years old so she was like a second mom to me.

“Hey, sweetheart! You looked so pretty out there and those flips were flawless.”- robin

“Aww thank you, Robin! Where’s the rest of the family?”- you

“Oh, they are waiting in the car. They can’t wait for to long when they are tired, you know.”- robin

I laughed

“Yes, I do, but Joe should be out in a few.”- you

“Ok, good! Well I’m going to keep the boys company, but once you see Joe will you tell him we are in ten car waiting?”- robin

“Of course!”- you

“Thank you, sweetie! I’m so proud of you and I will see you tomorrow, love you.” - robin hugged you

“Thank you! Love you too!”- you

Robin walked away and to the car.

It was only a couple minutes later when the boys came out. Joe was wearing his green leather man jacket and his sweatpants white his bag on his shoulders.

“Hey, winner!”- you

Joe laughed

“Hey!”- joe

“That was a great game, you should be proud of yourself.”- you

“Thanks, y/n! You did great out there too!”- joe

“Thanks!”- you

“Hey, where are you my parents?”- joe asked looking around

“Oh, they told me to tell you that you need to meet them at your car.”- you

“Ok, good, because I want to show you something.”- joe took your hand

“Oh, um ok.”- you

He lead me to under the bleacher which were a few feet away and nobody could really see us.

“I just wanted to tell you this.”- joe

He put his hands on your cheeks and pulled me in for a kiss.

I was shocked! Joe burrow, my best friend ,was kissing me!

I grabbed his arms and leaned more in. After a few minutes he pulled away.

“Been meaning to do that all my life”.- joe

“Oh,really!- you smiled

“I love you y/n and not just as a best friend way. You make me so happy and you are the only one that helps me through the tough times. I want you y/n. I want you to be mine.”- joe

“Then I’m yours.”- you smiled

“Really?!”- joe

“Yeah!”- you

He leaned in for a more passionate kiss this time.

“I love you too, Joe.”- you

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[shannonselin]

Detail of “The Death of Napoleon” by Charles de Steuben. Arthur Bertrand is peeking over Napoleon’s left arm.

Napoleon was fond of all the children in his entourage on St. Helena, but Arthur Bertrand (born on January 17, 1817) became his favourite. Glimpses of the two of them provide an amusing contrast to the often formidable portrait of Napoleon as Emperor.

One day, the Emperor wanted to have the noisy company of Countess Bertrand’s children at lunch. Saint-Denis told me the luncheon had gone very well, but that towards the end they started throwing bread balls at each other. The Emperor had taken the youngest on his knees, and was kissing and teasing him as he was pulling at his ears.

When Napoleon insisted that Arthur's sister Hortense have her ears pierced in an outdoor operation, Arthur was greatly alarmed.

He clinched [sic] his fists, and stamped with indignation, declaring that he would not allow his sister to be hurt. ‘You little rogue,’ said Napoleon, ‘if you are not quiet, I will have your ears bored also. Come, be obedient.’

In January 1821 Napoleon had a seesaw installed in the Longwood billiard room. Napoleon at first claimed it was a swing to amuse the children. He then admitted it was for his own use, to get more exercise. General Henri Bertrand recounts:

Arthur Bertrand went to see the Emperor, who showed him the seesaw and told him that it was a gun. Afterwards he and the Grand Maréchal got up on it to amuse the child. Napoleon had been on it for a quarter of an hour in the morning and didn’t feel any the better for it.

In the best-known vignette, Napoleon gives Arthur a pony. This was recounted by Napoleon’s first valet, Louis-Joseph Marchand.

A city resident had come to Longwood riding a small pony, and Arthur…asked the Emperor to buy it for him. As he spoke only English, the Emperor told him in that tongue: ‘Come at noon.’ But as was his habit, he went back inside, leaving the children to continue their games, got undressed and soon fell asleep. I was leaving the Emperor’s bedroom quietly when the fort cannon announced the hour of noon, and in the bathroom I found young Arthur fighting with Noverraz to enter the Emperor’s bedroom. I feared my refusal would make him cry and awaken His Majesty: I therefore made him understand that the Emperor was sleeping, and if he agreed to be good, I would let him enter and wait for His Majesty to awaken. ‘Yes,’ he answered; I took him by the hand, he went near the bed where the Emperor was resting, saw he was sleeping, then sat on the rug and stayed with me almost an hour, playing alone and noiselessly. When the Emperor awoke, he was quite surprised to find him there: ‘There you are, Arthur, what do you want, my boy?’ ‘You tell me gun fire.’ I was not aware of the promise made to him. ‘What does he say?’ the Emperor asked. ‘He is telling Your Majesty that he told him to come back when the gun went off.’ ‘Take him to Montholon, to find out what he wants.’ At that very moment, Count de Montholon was announced at the Emperor’s bedroom; he learned that during lunch he had told the child to come at noon, and he would buy him the little pony. ‘Gun fire’ was the cannon announcing that hour, and he came to claim the promise made to him. ‘Indeed! What a memory,’ said the Emperor, ‘is the horse still there?’ Count de Montholon, who had discussed the price with the owner, assured him it was. ‘But,’ said the Emperor, caressing the child and embracing him, ‘do you have any money?’ ‘Yes, I have two dollars.’ ‘That is not enough.’ ‘Papa give everything!’ ‘But Papa Bertrand has no money.’ ‘I have plenty gold.’ ‘Will you be good?’ ‘Yes.’ “How much does he want for this horse?’ the Emperor asked General Montholon. ‘Fifty louis [1000 francs], Sire.’ ‘Give this boy 1,200 francs,’ the Emperor said to me. I went upstairs to get the money that was locked up in a bag. The child was four years old, and on seeing me arrive, he held out his pinafore to catch the money. ‘You won’t be able to carry it.’ ‘Yes, yes.’ I put the money gently in his pinafore to test his strength. He turned rapidly and, accompanied by Count de Montholon, he went to purchase the horse he wished to buy. Riding his horse, and held up by Count de Montholon, he came back almost immediately to the Emperor’s door, to thank His Majesty. Later on, having fallen from the horse, he no longer wanted it and switched back to his burro, a much quieter mount and more responsive to his wishes. The horse was given to Napoleon Bertrand, the eldest of the children, who sometimes accompanied the Emperor when his mother rode in the carriage with him.

For more about Arthur and his family, see "Napoleon and Arthur Bertrand."

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Of naps and cats! This sleeph boi has to have had sone great kitty cuddles with all the times he passes out on the floor. Would eve join in on nap time? Or make sure everyone is comfy and go about her business?

Of Naps and Nightmares

I really liked that title. I have stolen it sorry 💚

Also I’m so sorry for how long it takes for me to do requests but sometimes they just sit dormant in my head till I think of something decent.

Summary - An exploration of Ominis’ Insomnia and impending nightmares. Fantastic right? No cats are present…

Word Count - 1101

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The First Time Evelyn found Ominis sleeping, it was relatively normal.

He sat upright in the large plush chairs by the fire of The Common Room, the only indication he was asleep was the fact his eyes were closed and his wand drooped in his hand.

She shook him awake softly, delighting in the soft frown that fell on his features, even whilst unconscious.

He’s probably scolding Sebastian in his dreams.

She explained he must have fallen asleep and that she would help him to his dorm, but he gently shook her off with the halfhearted explanation of ‘He hadn’t been sleeping’.

The Second Time, again, there was no need for concern.

He was all limbs and joints folded over the back rest and arms of the sofas in the Common Room, a clear display of his exhaustion. She could almost map his movements across the room, stumbling in after a long Potions lesson, tossing his wand to the side table and collapsing on the nearest soft object.

His words rang through her head as she reached out to wake him.

‘I haven’t been sleeping very well, as of late’

With this in mind, she decided the best course of action to be to join him. She threw her robe over his gangly, splayed body and sat on the floor by his head. His soft snores and tiny mewls amused her and succeeded in distracting her from her light reading.

A whole hour passed before he stirred. There was mild confusion as to why he had two robes all of a sudden. But he could smell her on him and near him.

Of course, she stayed.

The Third Time was slightly alarming. If not for the location then for the circumstances.

Evelyn walked by a gaggle of first years, muttering and laughing to themselves as they huddled over something.

She paid them no mind. Though the mix of Red, Yellow, Blue and Green did intrigue her and she wondered what fantastical phenomenon could unite the houses.

She needn’t have wondered long.

As she walked by she overheard one of her fellow Slytherins egging on the crowd.

“I’ve heard he’s a vampire… ‘ts why he sleeps in the day”

“He can’t be a vampire, he’s in the sun”

“Maybe he’s immune? Them Gaunts are powerful”

Gaunt?

Evelyn pushed her way through the first years, some of them even taller than her, and when she reached the other side, she was greeted with the increasingly familiar sight of Ominis, propped up on his elbow leaning against the arm of the bench.

He looked statuesque. Almost like he was made of marble. His fair skin and the dark circles under his eyes only lending themselves to the comparison.

And once again it looked as though he had fallen asleep rather than choosing to. His neck craned to the side uncomfortably, robes still worn instead of wrapped around him and his grip still firm on his wand.

Too firm.

His knuckles were bone white, his finger digging into the hilt and his whole arm trembled slightly. It was then when she noticed the frown carved into his features and the quiet murmuring leaving his lips occasionally.

“Don’t you all have classes to attend? Shoo!” Evelyn hissed back at the crowd of children, watching as they dispersed with varying levels of fear. She was, after all, the new fifth year.

The girl whose arrival was derailed by a dragon.

The girl who slays Trolls and saves villages.

And the girl who kept the company of snakes.

She turned back to this particular sleeping Slytherin and crouched in front of him, peering up at his face. The wrinkles either side of his eyes grew deeper as his face scrunched up in anguish.

“Ominis…?” Her voice was soft as she tried to rouse him from his slumber. Her hand shook his shoulder gently and he awoke with a gasp…or more of a shriek. His eyes searched in vain for something he would never see until they fell onto her.

He looked…in pain.

She probed him for more information, begged almost. He replied the same,

I’m really struggling to sleep

The Fourth Time, she’d had enough.

They sat together, as they did most nights, a comfortable silence and a warm blanket over them both.

It was almost forced upon them, their friendship, but neither minded. After the mess that was the Scriptorium, and the slow maddening descent of their friend, they clung to what shred of companionship they could. And found it in each other.

“Evelyn…” Ominis mumbled almost incoherently.

“Mm hmm” she replied without looking up, and received no reply.

She turned towards him, greeted by the top of his head as it fell to her shoulder. He groaned softly next to her as the weight of his body limply fell against her.

“Ev…el…mmm” his neck twitched into her and suddenly it didn’t feel like a sweet moment of falling asleep, soothed by the others presence. His groans faded to whimpers and the violent outbursts of his limbs spread all over. His neck, arms, shoulders.

Then his boney fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thigh causing her to let out an involuntary pained squeak. His eyes shot open to the sound and he was on her, immediately. Brow furrowed and covered with a thin sheen of sweat, he padded around the cushion next to him to find her in his sleep deprived state.

“Evelyn!” He urged almost shaking her by her shoulders “Are you okay?”

“Yes I’m fine” she muttered exasperated. Enough was enough. “What is going on with you?”

“I…I haven’t been sleeping very-“

“No” she cut him off, forcing his hands down and off of her “Tell me the truth…”

Ominis sighed. He told her how since this term had started and Sebastians search for a cure had gotten desperate, he’d started having nightmares. They started off small, just a general feeling of dread that would leave him shuddering but otherwise unbothered. But since the Scriptorium, and since he’d heard her bloodcurdling screams…they had gotten worse.

He explained how each time he closed his eyes, he could hear the faint screams of the muggles he’d tortured as a boy. And how her own screams had merged with them. A perfect crescendo to the muted symphony of pain he endured.

“You must promise me, I don’t have to hear that again” he begged clutching her hands, the violent concoction of exhaustion and mental torment reaching its peak in a wave of silent tears. “I know you can’t…it’s impossible but I just…I won’t…I cant…”

“I promise”

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