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garbagevanfleet · 3 years ago

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Brightest Blue (series)

PART FIFTEEN (final chapter)

Pairing: Josh & female!Reader Warnings: 18+ ONLY, sexual content, alcohol, feelings Summary: Things are changing. New state. New school. New roommate. You just pray things are going to click into place. Notes: What an odd feeling this is. I love writing fics, but when you work so long and hard on something, it’s hard to let it go. I’m really pleased with how it turned out though, and I’m so incredibly grateful to everyone that read it and interacted with it. A big thank you to my editor, @lantern-inthenight for sticking with me through it, and thank you again to everyone on my taglist.

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There was a plant in the Kiszka house that you couldn’t stop looking at - you found yourself making your way to the kitchen, just so you could peek in on it. It was a Christmas cactus placed on the south-facing window sill above the sink, spilling out of the sides of its terra cotta pot in long tendrils.

Shapely, dark green, and perfectly healthy - it was the perfect metaphor for the household that loved it. The fuchsia pink buds on the tips of every trailing vine were promising to open every day since you’d arrived, and - perfectly on queue - the first one opened on Christmas Eve. It had been tightly closed when you greeted it in the morning as you sipped your cup of coffee, but by the time the family was snacking on a veggie tray and cocktail weenies at lunchtime, it was fully open, facing the floor in a way that reminded you of a ballerina’s tutu.

“You like this thing, huh?” Josh had asked, audible to just you over the lively conversation and music filling the kitchen and dining room. He was standing closely behind your right shoulder, charmingly trying to get the same view of the cactus that you were - as if that could help him appreciate it better.

“Isn’t it lovely?” you replied, turning your head and realizing at the same time that you could kiss his cheek if you leaned in closer. The two of you shared a lingering look that you put an end to just before you could start feeling physically warm.

He hummed in consideration after a moment. “It’s pretty,” he agreed and then smiled weakly. “It kinda just looks like another plant to me though, if I’m being honest.”

You turned to face him then, giving him a warm look. “There’s a lot of beauty to be found in things that other people don’t know to consider. It gives you kind of a selfish satisfaction.”

The slightly suggestive tone you’d taken put a puzzled smile on his face. He gave you a look that somehow perfectly let you know that he’d be back to pry at the deeper meaning of this conversation later when you were alone.

“We got this for Christmas for my mom one year when we were little kids. Sam and Ronnie liked the color.” He smiled at it past your shoulder. “It used to be so tiny.”

It certainly wasn’t anymore. As a matter of fact, it was currently threatening to take over the whole sill - swallow up the little knick-knacks peppered around it.

“It’s really happy,” you agreed.

+++

Dinner that night was photo-worthy. Laid out on the table were dishes upon dishes of different comfort foods, each with its own oversized serving spoon. Jake had been trying to make homemade bread through the entirety of your time there - the first night was his very first time making it and it was a little raw, then the next night it seemed a little hard, then the next it looked a little overcooked and dense. Tonight, however, it looked worthy of a cooking magazine cover.

PERFECT BREAD ON THE SIXTH TRY! it would read triumphantly.

No one had a claim on any of the specific spots at the dining table, so it was free game - which was how you were able to finagle your way into sitting between Jake and Sam for that evening’s meal. You liked them a lot, for the record, but you had been thinking a lot about your earlier interaction with Josh, and that was the reason for your chosen position.

You wanted to stare at him without arousing suspicion - or rather, any more suspicion than was already present amongst the six of you.

He had given you a questioning look as he sat directly across the table from you, scooting his chair in until he could rest his elbows on the wood. You offered him a reassuring smile as you settled in, but secretly you reveling in the fact it’d seem awfully non-platonic if he questioned your choice out loud.

While you ate, he only caught you looking at him once, to which he responded by playfully poking his tongue out at you. Otherwise, you listened intently to a story that Sam was telling you about a fated time he found a designer jacket in a truck stop bathroom and it fit perfectly. You also chatted lightly with Jake - who was sitting to your right - about each of your classes and he graciously listened to you gripe at length about the weather and its lack of consistency, which was obviously very kind of him.

When dinner was over, the family changed into their pajamas before meeting in the living room with their wine to sit around the tree and open one present each of their choosing. It went around in a circle, starting with Josh who received a new cutting board and a set of knives that his mom jokingly assured him he couldn’t have until he was ready to go back to Ann Arbor. You were unabashedly visibly excited to be able to use a knife that could cut without having to use a sawing motion.

Jake had unknowingly chosen to open the present you got for him, which was a leather-bound journal and fountain pen that cost more than you wanted to admit but after you saw it at the store, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. You had felt incredibly cool while purchasing it, so in a way, it was kind of a gift for you too.

The gift you opened was a wool sweater from Josh’s parents and when you lovingly clutched the forest green fabric to your chest, it was a genuine gesture. You reminded them that they didn’t have to get you anything, but thanked them profusely when they informed you that you were being silly.

After the designated presents were opened, warm conversation was had as the Rudolph Christmas movie played quietly in the background. It was one of your holiday favorites though, so you probably paid more attention to it than the rest of the family.

Once 10 pm hit, there was a sharp rise in the frequency of yawns, and shortly after that people started turning in, one by one. Everyone was wished a good night, knowing that when they woke up again, it would be Christmas.

After Jake turned in around 11:30, you and Josh were the last ones standing - or sitting rather.

You were sitting next to each other on the sofa, about a foot apart because despite Jake having been privy to your relationship, it was just good practice when any member of his family was around.

As soon as Jake’s bedroom door was closed, Josh seemed to visibly relax his muscles, though his fingers still fidgeted with his jeans every few moments.

“Are you liking being home?” you asked and then took a sip of wine, already knowing what he was going to say.

He gave you a low, pained-sounding hum through a grimacing smile. “We should have just told my family what the nature of our relationship was - I don’t think I can handle not touching you much longer.”

“M’kay, couple things to address here,” you started through an amused smirk. “You were able to handle not touching me for months - I think you can handle literally one and a half more days. And two-”

He cut you off with a finger against your lips. “Yeah, but had I known you wanted me to, it would have made a lot of difference.”

You pressed a kiss to the digit before he quickly pulled it away with an accusatory squint in his eye.

“And secondly,” you tried again pointedly. “What would you have told them? ‘Hey guys, I have very very fuzzy boundaries with my roommate and that often results in us sleeping together, both literally and as a euphemism’?”

He shot you a teasing smirk. “Cute. You’re very cute,” he said sarcastically.

After a very long, comfortable silence, you spoke again, voice low and hushed. “So, can I scoot closer to you now?”

He looked over at you from out of the corner of his eye, still holding that smirk. “Please do.”

You shuffled until your thigh was touching his.

Of course, you had missed it right away, but you hadn’t really realized how much you’d missed being physically close to him until you caught the now-familiar scent of his cologne.

Another comfortable silence fell upon the room, quiet enough that all you could hear was the quiet crackling of the logs in the stone fireplace.

“Can I kiss you too?” you asked, looking over at him through the sheer curtain of your hair.

He looked like he was truly mulling it over as his eyes flicked down the hall to his siblings’ rooms, and then across the living room and up the set of stairs to his parents’ room. After a second, he let out a huff and said, “Fuck it.”

He reached over and tugged on your various limbs until you were sitting in his lap, face to face.

It had been so forbidden to you up until then, that when he leaned in and caught your lips, you let out a groan under your breath.

“I missed you,” he breathed, almost directly against your mouth. “I love knowing you in any aspect, but I’ve been burning for this.”

It made the heat rise to your cheeks, as well as your lap - but you couldn’t let him know he’d turned you on so easily, so you replied breathily with, “That’s an awfully fancy way of telling me you’re horny, babe.”

He was biting back a laugh for a split second before, grabbing your hips a little tighter to gain back what dominance you had borrowed from him with your teasing.

You pressed your luck. “Really, very eloquent.”

A look of contemplation flashed over his features as he was obviously deciding what to do next. He lifted you with little effort and then pressed you firmly backward until your shoulders hit the seat of the couch. Then he crawled over you and stared down into your eyes triumphantly.

“Aren’t you worried about someone coming out here?” you challenged through a grin.

He leaned in until he could drag his teeth across your cheekbone, making your skin prickle. “I don’t care anymore,” he replied, and then - in a show of brutal honesty - pressed his crotch against your hip and ground down just enough to show you how hard he was.

Your breath caught in your throat, and involuntarily, you bucked up against him.

You kissed him so forcefully that it was almost more like just mashing your mouths together for a long moment. His hand slipped down between your bodies until his fingers brushed over your navel, the ticklish feeling making the muscles jump under the touch. It was the anticipation of his next move that fucked you up the most.

He was dragging his fingers lower, just about to dip under the band of your pajama pants when he seemed to have a moment of clarity and pulled his hand away altogether. You frowned at him, pushing your hips up to meet his hand instead, to which he responded by placing his palm on your stomach and pressing you back down with a laugh.

“Let’s go to my room,” he suggested.

“No, wait.” You gave him the softest eyes you could. “It’s so romantic out here right now - the lights on the tree, the fire, the soft couch. Would you just kiss me here for a bit?”

The look on his face could only be described as enamored. He stared at your face for a few long seconds before you finally asked if he was alright.

“I’m lucky to have you.”

He said it under his breath, so sincerely and honestly, that you weren’t sure how to respond until you could catch up with your thoughts. You cupped his jaw in your right palm, raking your fingers through his hair and he careened your touch in a way that had you feeling like a melting scoop of ice cream.

“You know, I sometimes think about how poorly the whole ‘moving across the country to a place you’ve never been for school’ thing could have gone. There were so many variables that had to click into place, and somehow I still ended up living with a person that,” You paused to brush your thumb against his cheekbone, hoping to portray your meaning through your touch. “Might be a literal angel.”

He raked his front teeth over his bottom lip subconsciously as he consumed the compliment. You could see his brain chewing it over as he snickered a laugh.

“Though, I think angels are supposed to deliver good tidings and not black eyes,” you teased.

You couldn’t name the look he adopted then, but it seemed somewhere between solemn and proud reminiscence. The frown forming on your features was not lost on him, and you quickly spoke before he could change the subject.

“What’s wrong?”

He hummed and met your eyes. “I never wanted you to find out about that,” he said like an admission.

“What do you mean?”

“There were a lot of things I did to get your attention, but that was completely reactionary. I’ve never been a violent person - well, to anyone but my siblings anyway-”

You huffed a laugh at him but nodded for him to continue.

“You were right,” He met your eyes with an intense sincerity. “I am a lover. Not a fighter.”

“I know,” you whispered as you brushed a stray curl from his forehead. “But you must have known I would find out, right?”

“I wasn’t thinking about that at the time, but yeah - in retrospect - of course, you’d find out. But I did it. I sought him out and it just-” He bit his lip for a second to take a pause. “I saw him and all I could think about was you crying on my shoulder that night.”

You didn’t say anything. You just let him gather his thoughts as the crackling of the fire served as a placeholder in his silence.

“He’s lucky he only got a black eye because I wanted to kill him for touching you.”

It was clear after a moment that he was waiting for you to respond, possibly even hoping for validation at such a vulnerable moment.

“If I’m being honest, Josh, I still can’t believe you could do that - I can’t even imagine you yelling at someone in a way that was anywhere near serious.”

He stared at you for a few long beats, and you watched the reflection of the Christmas lights twinkle like stars speckled over the dark canvas of his eyes.

“Yeah, well,” he started, just above a whisper. His brows were tipped into a look of contemplation - the spacing of his words making you think that he wasn’t sure how to proceed. “You do crazy things to protect the people you love.”

It wasn’t voluntary in any way when your breathing stopped, it just happened - like your lungs were locked up for a few long seconds as you waited for one of you to say something.

“You’re my best friend,” he said like a confession, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him. “And I love you.”

Undeniably, your face was peachy pink - you could feel it tingling warm. You weren’t sure what to do with your hands, but you knew you wanted to touch him. His skin tightened around his jaw when you ghosted your fingers over it.

“You love me?”

He nodded at you, a small but confident motion. “You fill a lot of different positions in my life. I’m not in love with you yet - I don’t think - but I want your permission to be.”

Without wasting another second, you caught his lips in an earnest kiss, your chest feeling like it might implode. It only lasted for a moment before he was pulling you back up until you were sitting in his lap.

“Was that romantic enough for you?” he asked, trying to shade his voice with humor but it came out sounding breathless instead.

“I literally can’t imagine anything more romantic,” you agreed with a weak laugh and then teased, “Unless you proposed. You’re not going to propose, are you?”

He adopted a disbelieving smirk. “Do you want me to? I’m sure I can fashion a ring out of something. Maybe there’s a cock ring joke in there somewhere-”

You rolled your eyes playfully and cut him off with, “Please shut up and take me to bed. Right now, okay?”

He ushered you off of him with a breathy laugh before gently nudging you in the general direction of his room. “Hurry along then.”

The two of you padded quietly down the hall, shutting the door without making a peep.

The only light in his room was what you could see of the Christmas lights that framed the front door, casting a white-gold glow over the setting.

When he laid you out over the bed, it was significantly gentler than you were expecting as was the kiss he placed - first on your cheek and then your jaw and down your neck to your throat.

His hands slipped under your pajama top, tugging lighting at the buttons on it from the inside and letting his fingers make the skin across your navel tighten. Instinctively, your fingers tangled into his hair, keeping him close enough that the pointed tip of his nose was resting on your sternum. The warm humidity of his breath hitting your skin was both calming and exciting at the same time in a way you couldn’t describe if you tried. His fingers worked to undo your top with relative ease, sliding it off of your chest after.

You eyed the way his bicep flexed as he held all of his weight on it, and wrapped your fingers around it to give it a squeeze. He reacted by dragging his teeth across your breast with just enough sting to make your hips lift off the bed. The way he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth and rolled it around with his tongue made you squirm, fingers flexing into his tense skin. A tingly, warm feeling set over you as you wrapped your legs around his hips and sat up to shrug your shirt off.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” he stated simply as he ran his fingers down your bare chest.

You hummed at him through a smile, pinching his chin in your fingers and tilting his head up until he had to look you in the eyes. He gave you a grin as he bit his bottom lip and then leaned in to press a kiss against your cheek. In your heart, you knew the gesture had you blushing, but it was confirmed for you when he smugly rubbed his thumb across your cheekbone.

The chill in the room made your newly-naked skin prickle as he tossed your pajama pants to the floor, followed quickly by his own. With all of your clothing discarded into a pile, he pulled you up onto your knees, cupped both sides of your jaw with his hands, and tugged your face closer until your noses were touching. You listened to his shaky breathing for a moment before you dug your fingers into his hips, pulling him back over you as you laid out on the bed.

You knew your nails were digging into his skin - probably a little too deeply - as he pushed into you, one of his hands wrapped around your thigh to keep it hitched over his hip. This was confirmed for you when you heard him suck in a breath that sounded more like a hiss, though you got the feeling that he liked the sting of it.

Through the entirety of the time he was fucking you, he barely pulled his body away from you at all, instead opting to just rock himself against you until you were near tears. The biggest challenge was barely making a sound as you reached your peak, your face buried in the humid crook of his neck and shoulder.

You weren’t positive how much time had passed, but as you laid together, post-orgasm, you realized just how exhausted you were.

Neither of you had said a word for quite a while, so it sounded too loud when you spoke into the dark room.

“Are you going back to the living room?” you whispered.

“Nah, fuck it. I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, nuzzling the top of his nose into your hair as you laid, half on his bare chest. Just before you fell asleep you remembered the very first night you slept in his bed, and how much had changed since then - and how much had not really changed at all.

+++

You had meant to set an alarm - really. But you hadn’t gotten around to it the night before, which is why when you came stumbling out of the bedroom with Josh close behind you, you were met with a few pairs of eyes staring at you from the living room. Trying not to look like the most guilty human on earth, you ducked your head and quickly made your retreat to the bathroom. Neither of you said a word as you brushed your teeth together, sneaking playful glances at each other in the mirror.

By the time you had both showered - Josh first and then you second - and changed into your clothes for the day, it was 9:30. You both found the dining room table hosting his entire family and enough breakfast food piled on top of the worn wood to satisfy a small army.

The two spots that they saved for you were next to each other, so you settled in and tried to prepare for the most awkward meal of your life thus far.

“You almost made it to the end,” Jake quipped, apparently happy as hell to deliver the first blow.

You watched Josh’s eyes flick up at him, delivering him a chilly look.

“Okay, it wasn’t really a secret before, but it’s definitely not anymore,” Jake finished, rolling his eyes as the bowl of scrambled eggs was passed to him.

Josh poured himself a glass of orange juice and then gestured for your glass too. “If I were in the living room last night, Santa wouldn’t have come. Really, you have me to thank for the gifts you receive today.” He finished filling your glass and set the carton back down before continuing. “And I’ll take that thank you in the form of you shutting up and minding your own business.”

Jake snorted a laugh as he dished himself out some breakfast. He opened his mouth to tease Josh further, but when he looked up and met your eyes, he let the next remark die on his lips - instead just settling for a smug smirk.

No one mentioned anything else about it, but as the meal went on, you realized that you really had nothing to be ashamed of. You brushed your fingers against Josh’s under the table and then let him lace them together as his sister was telling a story about the best gift she’d ever received. You didn’t share a look with him, but you didn’t have to as his thumb swiped over the top of your hand, over and over.

After breakfast was eaten and presents were opened, Josh found you on your way out of the restroom and motioned for you to follow him to his room.

“I have something for you,” he started as he took your hand and sat you on the bed. You crossed your hands in your lap, settling into your spot with a smile. He closed the door behind him and then lifted the bag he’d packed from home onto the dresser.

He pulled out a little box like a magician would pull a rabbit from his hat, and then held it out for you to take.

“It really isn’t much, because we obviously don’t have a lot of money, but after what you did for Penny- Well. I wanted to do something meaningful too,” he explained sheepishly.

The box was wrapped in mint green foil and marked with your name on a brown paper tag.

You took a lot of care removing the wrapping, and gently opened the top of the box as you held his eyes.

Inside was a 4-inch terra cotta pot, decorated with delicately painted sunflowers on a white background.

“It’s obviously not perfect-” he started, but you didn’t let him finish before you set the pot on his bedspread and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“It’s perfect,” you stated simply.

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He slept with you again that night, this time sparing any sneaky behavior - and this time, when the two of you emerged from his room, no one even batted an eye. It took you only a few moments to pack your things up, but over an hour to say all of your goodbyes.

You watched as his mother hugged him again, just like she had when he’d arrived - tightly, like she could barely stand to let him leave. This time, she hugged you too, nearly just as warmly.

Josh helped you get your bags into the trunk of your car, being decidedly less gentle with Jake’s belongings, and the two of you crawled into the front seats as Jake was ribbing his much taller younger brother at the front door.

“Hey, I got you this. I looked it up on my phone and the wiki page said I could just rip it off, so I did,” he explained as he placed a long arm of the Christmas cactus into your lap.

You look at it for a long moment, your chest feeling tight.

He must have mistaken your silence for apprehension, because he continued on, letting a concerned tone shade his words. “It said it wouldn’t hurt the plant and that it would eventually just grow roots. Is that right? So you can have one of your own, you know? Since you liked it so much. You could even use the little pot.”

You let your eyes meet his as you tried to choke back the feeling in your throat that was threatening tears. Embarrassingly, your voice was a little shaky when you stated, “I love you too.”

He looked completely stunned, but he only had a moment to fix his expression before Jake was opening the back door and sliding effortlessly in.

“You guys good to go?” Jake asked as he leaned forward and snatched the aux cable from where it was rested on the center console.

You gave Josh an expectant smile, but when it was clear that he wasn’t going to respond, you leaned over and pressed a kiss against his lips, prompting him to say through a beaming grin, “Let’s go home.”

#brightest blue fic #Brightest Blue #josh fic #josh kiszka #josh x reader #josh kiszka smut #josh kiszka fic

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welcometogrouchland · 3 years ago

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[ID: two variations of a traditional drawing done with paint pens. Drawing depicts a thin white person with short black hair in a red sweater, blue jeans and white shoes. They're sitting in a chair in the bottom left hand corner of the image, staring down at a mug they're holding with a glum expression. The background is a somewhat abstract depiction of a fireplace with a Christmas wreath hanging above it, done entirely in dull blue, purple and grey tones. A light blue-grey border surrounds the image. Only difference between first and second image is that stylised ghosts have been drawn digitally overtop the image in the second one. End ID]

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#art #tradtional drawing #traditonal art #shout-out to iris beloved besite mutual for saying they'd still think I'm cool if I posted this #that's all i needed lmao #there's not a lot of thought process too this beyond like. holiday season melancholy?#lead up to Christmas has been weird this year and that's. kinda what this was ig #any way uhhh yeah take this I've got an exam for the rest of the day <3 I'm shaking but it's fine #wish me luck besties!

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thetalentedmripley · 4 years ago

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i present to you;;; the anderperry christmas fic i wrote like three years ago!! enjoy hehe

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Winter break was a distant, looming storm cloud to Todd. Despite the voice in his head instructing him to not grow dependent on Neil, by the time December rolled around he found himself irrevocably attached. The idea of spending a month alone (with his family, but nevertheless alone) made him want to jump out of his dorm room window.

When the last day of the semester did come, Todd grieved. He sat on his bed as Neil finished packing, having packed his own bags beforehand in his anxious turmoil. As Neil went to place his composition notebook in his bag, he stopped and approached Todd.

“Do you know your phone number?”

Todd instinctively sat up straighter, grabbing the notebook and pen from Neil’s hands. He nodded.

“Write it down in there, will you?”

Excited at the idea of having contact with Neil over the break, Todd obliged, jotting down the home phone number and making sure each digit was perfectly legible.

Later that day, as Neil’s taxi pulled up to the front of the school, after giving Todd a quick hug (that made Todd blush despite himself) Neil said “I’ll call you,” and, before Todd could respond, was gone.

Being back at home was, put simply, torturous. Todd had all-too-quickly forgotten the endless torment of living in the same house as his parents. Their quips, remarks, jokes at his expense made him shrink smaller and smaller as his frustration grew. Not to mention the endless praise for his brother, or the complete shift in attitude once Jeffrey did arrive.

The only thing that kept Todd from going completely insane was waiting for Neil’s phone call. Although he was disappointed after a week had passed, he knew Neil well enough to know that if Neil said he would call, he would call. It was only a matter of when. And waiting-- boring as it might seem-- kept Todd occupied enough to refrain from taking a bath with his mother’s shiny toaster.

Christmas day was nice enough; although the gifts his parents gave him were more reflections of what they wished he would be (a football, an introduction to corporate law textbook) Jeffrey had gotten him his favorite chocolates and a pair of binoculars. After present opening and Christmas brunch, Todd sat by the window, watching snow fall gently and wondering what his friends might be doing.

Around 7pm Todd heard the phone ring, and, as usual, jumped up at the sound. His mother answered (as she usually did) and Todd waited for her familiar greeting to the person on the line. Instead, to Todd’s amazement, her voice rang out from the kitchen:

“Todd? It’s for you.”

Todd walked so fast he was scared he might trip over his own legs.

“Hello?” he said, eager.

“Todd! Merry Christmas.” Neil’s familiar tone reminded Todd of the warmth of the fireplace.

“Neil! Merry Christmas to you too? How have you been?”

“As good as can be expected, I guess. You?”

Todd thought for a second.

“Same here.”

“Ah, well. We’ll be back soon enough. Did you get anything good today?”

“My brother gave me some binoculars.”

“Awesome! We can go bird watching now.”

The very thought of Neil bird watching was enough to make Todd laugh. Neil barely had enough patience to wait for the water to get hot before showering.

“Sure. What about you?”

“Eh, nothing exciting. A new Harvard sweatshirt.”

Todd could sense some bitterness there, but decided not to make Neil feel any worse.

“That’s nice.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

They were both silent for a moment, until Neil said, “Did you miss me?”

Todd’s mind seemed to freeze for a moment out of surprise, and his response was less than eloquent:

“You- well- I- Uh... Yeah. I did. I mean, I do.”

He thought he could hear Neil laugh quietly on the other end.

“I miss you too...” A voice spoke lowly in the background, and Neil’s tone changed slightly.

“I have to go. See you soon, Todd. Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

And it was.

#i remember writing this in my ib biology class lmao #dont mind my old writing it's not the greatest #anderperry #dead poets society #dps #neil perry #todd anderson #christmas #dark academia

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iaminlovewithtrr · 4 years ago

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Christmas with a stranger

This is my submission for 'gift of cheer' by @cordonianroyalty and @texaskitten30. This is the fluff one shot requested by @anjanettaexcordonia.

Characters belong to pixelberry

Pairings:LiamxRiley

A/N: this is the first fic I have ever written, so i apologize for any mistakes. Criticism is openly accepted, negative or otherwise. Feel free to say anything!

Tags: @texaskitten30 @cordonianroyalty

@kat-tia801 @eadanga @xxrainbow-princessxx @knightthunderis @kingliam2019 @anjanettexcordonia @stuti-singh @queenrileyrose @bbrandy2002 @twinkleallnight @bebepac @ladyrileyrussel @hopelessromanticsposts @dcbbw

Summary: Two strangers spend Christmas day with which each other, which changes the rest of their lives.....

Song inspiration: All I want for Christmas is you

Word count:2683

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There is just one thing I need

Don't care about the presents

Underneath the Christmas tree

I don't need to hang my stocking

There upon the fireplace

Santa Claus won't make me happy

With a toy on Christmas Day

I just want you for my own

It was the morning of Christmas, and Riley was overly excited. She always waited for this time of the year, especially Christmas. Nothing is more enjoyable than sipping cider in the presence of her beloved and enjoying the Christmas meal, she always thoughts. Orphaned at 4 ,she didn't had a blood family to celebrate with , but was blessed with a great deal of foster family and friends. Every year, during Christmas, as a sort of tribute, she spends the entire day celebrating with the children of her previous foster care. Watching those kids playing merrily reminded her of her own good days in the past.

She quickly ate her breakfast and made her way out of her NY apartment, whistling and softly humming to the tune of All I want for Christmas is you, her favorite song.

More than you could ever know

Make my wish come true

All I want for Christmas is you

Baby....

She was so engrossed in her little singing gig that she barely registered the stranger coming towards her, and crashed right into his broad chest, spilling her reticule's content on the sidewalk.

"Oof"she yelped, rubbing her forhead.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me help with those! " the stranger apologized.

Riley and the stranger kneeled down at the same moment to collect her scattered belonging, and for the first time the two glanced into each others eyes. Ocean blue eyes locking onto dark ones. Damn... Those eyes.. Riley swallowed.

"Ahem" she softy cleared her thought, quickly collected her belongings, and stood up.

"Sorry for that. Should've watched my steps. " then she quickly disappeared into the crowd, not noticing the stranger eyes on her from behind.

Riley finally arrived at the foster care. Loving hearts. A bit strange name, but filling her chest with warmth nonetheless. She rummaged through her reticule for her Digital key card, but it was not there.

"Uh...?"she muttered. "Where the hell is my keycard? "

After a few moment of searching she gave up. "Im not going to get in there without my key card...."

"Excuse me Miss.... But I belive this is yours. " a voice behind her startled her.

Riley turned around and found herself staring at the pair of those same dark eyes she encountered earlier. I'd recognise those eyes anywhere, even though I had stared at his eyes for less than 5 seconds. The (cute) guy i bumped with!

"Ahem" the stranger let out a exaggerated cough and riley realised that she has been staring at his face for a solid 10 seconds.

"Right.. Ahem... Sorry... I mean... Thank you for returning this. You totally saved my ass--, i mean my...my...job". Way to make a fool of yourself Riley.

The stranger laughed quitly. "Well then I am glad I could save your job. But I should get going."

Just as he turned, a little voice in the back of her head called out to her, and instinctively she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

"Er... Sir... I know this is extremly forward of me... But if you would be kind enough to spend the day with volunteering at the orphanage I work at? We are kinda short-staffed tonight, and there aren't much volunteers. Those children at the orphanage will be quite happy to see a new face. You could spend the with them. And me. If you are free, that is?

Crap. Crap. Crap. This i really asked a random hot stranger to volunteer?! Snap the hell out of it Riley!

Plz say yes. Plz say yes. The little voice inside her screamed.

To her surprise, he gave her a smile. "Id be happy to. I don't have any special plans for today. Btw. "

He smiled, and stuck out her hand to shake hers.

"Liam Rys"

"Riley Brooks". She said she she shook his hand. A familiar electric tinge sparked through her veins as she held his hand. His hand impossibly smooth underneath her. Woah! Are guys even supposed to have this soft hands? I wonder what kind of moisturiser he uses....

"Miss Brooks --"

"Call me Riley. "

"Well ahem, Riley.. it is rather cold outside. What say we make it inside? "

"Oh right."

She quickly swiped her keycard and stepped inside, sighing contentedly as the warm air from the heaters enveloped her. She melted a little inside as she felt Liam's warm body alongside her. Brushing this aside, she focused her attention on the scenario in front of her. Numerous gift boxes piled beneath the Christmas tree... Children merrily running and there... Volunteers mingling with each other and the children... The aroma of the food... And the Christmas songs softly playing in the background. A wide smile played on her lips.

While Riley was busy observing the surroundings, Liam found his sight stuck on the beautiful women he had known for not more than 15 minutes. She was beautiful, in a way that the noble ladies back at home in Cordonia arn't. And seeing her here in here element, smiling widely without giving a damn about public decorum or whatsoever, he found himself attracted to her. And without a second thought, he agreed to volunteer. We'll see how the day goes...

Liam cleared his throat, claiming her attention. "So what needs to be done? "

"As you can see this is a orphanage, so the children here dont have any families to celebrate the holidays with. So each year, myself and many other gather here to celebrate the celebrate with them. Thats what we have to do. Mingle with the children, play with them... And make them feel loved. "

"Sure. I can definately do that. I actually volunteered too at orphanages back home."

"If I may ask, Where are you from?

Liam immediately stiffened at the question. When he asked his father for a quiet getaway before the beginning of the social season, meeting Riley was not on the itinerary. And the fact that he was leaving Tommorow didnt helped either. The last thing he wanted to do was to lie with her, but he wasn't going to destroy these good moments he had with her by revealing that he was the crown prince of cordonia.

"I'm actually from one of the small islands surrounding Greece. "

Before she could open her mouth to ask more, Liam immediately turned away to play with one of the children.

The day went on quite peacefully and quite enjoyable for Liam. Holidays back home were anything besides spending with families. It was all about press conferences and photo ops and disguised motives hidden away in gifts. But here I was a lot more different, the sight of children playfully jostling each other without giving a damn made him smile, as that was the part of childhood he missed.

He suddenly felt a small hand on his shoulder and his pulse quickened at the feel of skin over his clothes. Behind her was Riley, holding a eggnog mug in her hands.

"Not to ruin your volunteering gig, but I got you something. "She said as she handed him the mug. Their fingers brushed, and lingered for just a moment longer.

"Ahem. Thank you. " Liam blushed, his ears turning pink.

Riley chucked softly at his antics. He is already so cute, and looks extra cute while he blushes.

Night came quickly. After winding up all the activities for the day including the gift exchanging and christmas dinner, all the children were put to bed and the volunteers were bidding their goodbyes. Only the foster care staff plus liam was left behind.

Riley glanced around. All the staff were mingling on the rooftop, with only her and Liam left in the main hall.

"Hey.... " she softly asked Liam, who was lounging in a chair beside her.

"Yeah? "

"Will you accompany me for a little walk around the times square? I just wanna clear my head a bit. " And hopefully spend some time with you...

He smiled. "Sure! Just let me get my coats. "

The pair walker out of the building and into the cold, brisk night. Celebrations were in full swing outside. Its called the city who never sleeps for Nothing.

Outside was really cold, and with the softly falling snow Riley barely suppressed the shiver that ran up het spine. Suddenly she felt strong arms around her shoulders and a moment later a coat was wrapped around them.

"I would be a terrible gentleman if a let a beautiful lady like you freeze to death. "

"Beautiful, huh? " she teased.

He blushed. That blush.

They both arrived at the square, staring at the enormous Christmas tree situated in the very middle. The glow of the lights and mini bulbs bathing them both in a gentle bluish light.

"Its really beautiful, isnt it? Riley asked. Just as she turned her head towards him liam's eyes quickly found their ways towards the decoration. Was he really admiring me than the beautiful decoration in front of him? Was it possible that he was feeling the same fluttering in his heart that she felt whenever they interacted? No, it can't be. I am reading onto this too much. We are strangers. Strangers.

"Indeed it is. " Liam quitly whispered, hiding the blush in his cheeks. Crap, she caught him staring at her. I hope she doesnt think i am creep or something. To Liam even the most beautiful decorations paled in front of her, she was more beautiful than any sights he had laid his eyes on. Don't get too attached, Liam. Its temporary. You are going to leave tomorrow. There can nothing be between you and her. You have a duty back home. This is just a little escape from reality. They are strangers. Strangers.

Just then the local band striked up a a waltz. All around them peoples paired up, with Riley watching the couples with a hopeful gleam in her eyes... which didnt went unnoticed by Liam. And in that moment, he knew what he had to do.

Liam bowed a little in front of her, and held out his hand, his other arm draped around his back. "May I have this dance? "

She smiled as she put her hand into his, her pulse quickning, "It would be my pleasure. "

She awkwardly bowed, earning a chuckle from Liam as he sweeped her in his arms, her one hand on his shoulder, his on her waist, their free hand twined together. They elegantly twirled together on the makeswift dance floor, stepping in time to each rhythm. As they glided together, liam couldnt help but gaze down at her angelic face, illuminated by the surroundings. His gaze strayed to her lips just as Riley glanced at him, they met each other halfway as their lips come together in a magnetic kiss. Time seemed to stopped when his lips met hers, and the flutter in their chest intensified. Riley's finger gently curled in his coat as liam tangled his hands in her soft brown curls. She smelled like jasmine, a scent that liam is all too familiar with. Their hands tighten around each other, almost desperately, refusing to let go, their lips moving against each other in perfect harmony. Liam tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and Riley softly sighed as she breathed in the scent of him.

For that moment it was only the two of them in the entire world, all the surroundings fading into nothing. Their little bubble of heaven was broken as the pair heard the the sound of clapping and soft cheering. Flustered, Liam grasped her hand and led both of them out of the dance floor and into the streets, grinning all the way.

The two of them found themselves at the threshold of a quint restaurant, and they both collapsed onto the stairs, still holding each other while wearing goofy smiles.

"So... That was.... Something else.. " Riley chuckled.

"Indeed it was. " Liam snickered.

As he glanced down at the lady in his arms, Liam felt a sudden tinge of guilt in his chest. I still haven't told her who I am. I have to tell her.

After her laughter had subsided, Liam gently took her shoulders in his hands and looked square in her eyes. "Riley, can I have a word with you? "

"Yeah... What happened? "

"I haven't told you where I am from, or what I am doing alone in a unknown city without my family. The truth is I am the Crown Prince of a small country called Cordonia. "

Riley stared at him, then burst into laughter. "Haha, Liam, nice joke. If you are a crown prince then i'm Kate Middleton." She stopped laughing when she saw the look on his face. "Oh, you are serious?"

Liam nodded. "Of course. I have no reason to lie to you. I just wanted to let you know that....that...." He struggled to move forward. "That i'll be leaving for Cordonia Tommorow morning. My social season will commence once I get back. I have to choose a bride from all the noble ladies presented to me as suitors. "

Her face fell. "You... You are really going back... I just thought we.... " She trailed off.

"I knew Riley, and I am sorry that I didn't told you sooner. I understand if you are mad--"

"Of course im not mad Liam. You did what you thought was the best. You just wanted a nice time without wandering about your duties."

"I... I wished we had more time together Riley." He whispered.

"Then lets make the most of it. We just have this night tonight, Liam. And I want to make it count. For just this one night let's just be Riley and Liam, two peoples without any obligations.

Riley pointed to the mistletoe over their head, then leaned forward to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He immediately responded, his hand cupping the side of her neck tenderly as she ran her hair through his dark hair. They pulled apart, staring into each others eyes, then their lips came together again, more passionately this time.

"Merry Christmas, Riley."

"Merry Christmas, Liam."

The night was spend together in Liam's suite, tangled in the sheets and in each other's arms.

************

The next morning

Liam woke up in his room.... Alone. He glanced around, none of Riley's belongings were in sight. A single note was on the coffee table beside the bed.

Liam,

I want you to know that the short time I have spend with you more to me than I could describe. You gave me the one thing I wanted most for Christmas...Family. I'm grateful for that. I'm sorry that I had to convey this to you by a letter, but i thought it would be better for both of us. Perhaps we will meet again.

Riley

Liam reached and wiped the lone tear that has escaped on his cheek. "I'm grateful for our time together too, Riley.

**********

Cordonia

It was the evening of the masquerade ball in the palace. Liam was dressed in his usual black regalia with a matching ornate mask. No matter how hard he tried, his thoughts managed to make their way back to Riley. Be a good prince, Liam. She's gone.

Liam stood in the huge elegant ballroom, a queue of noble ladies in front of him. Each lady he encountered, whether it was the poodle loving lady Penelope, the diplomat's daughter Kiara, or his best friend Olivia, made him realize that none of them were her.

The next lady approached, who was adorned in a white angel costume, with a literal halo above her head, her blue eyes peeking out of the glittering mask. Why are those eyes familiar...

"Hello..." Liam greeted her politely. "I don't believe we have met... Have we?"

The women smiled, then reached behind the back of her head to loosen the mask strings, Liam caught a glimpse of a familiar face as she removed her mask.

"Riley..."

#choices stories you play #king liam #king liam x mc #liam x riley #trr liam #trh mc #my first fic #trr

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malecsecretsanta · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas, cloudburst-ink!

For @cloudburst-ink <3

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Shards Of Winter

The high croon of whipping winds and the frosty chill of the night air signal the beginning of winter on a normally quiet Thursday evening for Alec Lightwood.

Sat by the window, warm forehead pressed to the contrast of cold glass that spreads a delightful tremble down his spine, Alec watches the night descend with the twinkle of stars in the sky and flutters of snowflakes on their way from high above. It’s a sight he cherishes every year, a new snowfall, a new story, a new adventure.

A new chance to find his soulmate.

Faded, but still there on his wrist lies his soulmark, a pale white snowflake with a blush of blue on the branches. Someone out there, perfectly complementary in all the way he hopes, in all the ways he imitates late in the evening when the desires for touch and the longing of love overcome him. The press of fingers against his skin, the chilling voice that whispers ice against his ears and wracks his body with tremors, the almost forgotten flash of glowing green that still lingers in the back of his mind. It calls to him on nights like this, the first snowfall, and Alec knows they’re connected.

It has to be magic that pulls him in. Magic, in all it’s raw and delightful glory, slithers in tendrils around each finger, digit by digit until it’s grasping at his wrist and pulling him out into the night.

And this is no different, because where the warmth of his body heat had pressed against him and soothed the cold now swishes frosty air in the emptiness as he stands out in the falling snow, beckoned by the call of hope.

Hope, the kind to summon light from the darkest of days, the same one that fuels every action and choice. The same hope that he holds close to his heart that he’ll find his soulmate soon, that they’re closer this year than the last. The same kind of hope that so many people in his small town have lost for him because of the way his mark fades against the white of his skin more and more every year.

But their thoughts don’t matter to Alec, and instead of dwelling on the worries of others that have already been matched, he sets his eyes up to the sky and lets the vision of snowflakes calm the physical manifestations of the cold from his body.

Out here he feels free. Encased in the silent affection of what’s meant to be, surrounded by the delicate winter that presses the first cold kiss to his cheek. A droplet slides down the side of his face as it dissolves into wetness, and then another against his nose. Eyes fall shut, the flutter of lashes as a snowflake descends gently onto it, a succession of loving pecks along his greedy skin that soaks it all up.

A whistle then, a trilling melody that the snowfall sings to him, and a hum as Alec sings along.

This feels right, this feels fated. It feels magical.

Eyes flutter open, hazel to absorb the blinding white that drifts closer and closer still.

Time seems to halt in the presence of magic, slowing to a blur. The snow trickles down, covers his vision until he feels it pierce his sight, feels it spread through his being and invade deep into his core. Magic, darker than the flash of snow, darker and heavier than the hope that spills out of him every morning and evening.

It doesn’t hurt, not until the confusion dissipates and leaves Alec feeling hollow and frozen. Only then does his eye twitch, and only then does he fall to his knees onto the damp grass before him with a cry of anguish and a hand to soothe the ache in his skull.

But it doesn’t work.

No matter how hard he digs blunt fingertips into his socket, or how tightly he curls his fist around the blades below him, the pain continues to pulse and gnaw.

It isn’t until his sister is calling his name and guiding him back into the house blindly that he starts to feel some relief, that the cold sunk deep in his bones seems to thaw with the heat of the fireplace.

---

When Alec awakes in the morning, it’s with a thudding migraine and aching joints that are only exacerbated by the scratchy sheets of his blanket. Water seems to fill his head, sloshing and drowning his thoughts until all he wants to do is paint the windows black so the harsh sunlight can’t sneak through the cracks and blind him further.

His name, whispered softly from the opening of the door is still too loud, and his sister’s face greets him with worry. “Are you feeling any better?”

“No,” he manages, barely a croak. “I feel like shit.”

“What happened last night?”

A question he has no answer for, because if he’s being honest (and Alec is never anything but), he has no idea. “I’m not sure,” he shrugs, “the snow fell in my eyes.”

Izzy steps closer and tilts his chin up with uncertain fingers, examining any damage she may believe him to have suffered. Under any other circumstance, Alec would have let her. Usually his sister’s care for him makes his chest bloom with fondness, even if it borders on fussy and unnecessary. But this - this just feels wrong. Her fingers on his skin feel too warm and uncomfortable, the scrutiny in her gaze feels malicious and her gentle touches too rough.

He pulls away in a rush and tries not to catch her frown in his peripheral. “Let me be, Izzy.”

“But Alec - “

“Go away!”

She doesn’t have to speak for him to feel the hurt that radiates off of her, and he doesn’t have to see her face to know it’s furrowed in confusion. But the part that triggers a spark of worry in the recesses of his mind is the lack of shame he feels in letting her leave the room like that. The lack of anything but callous indifference and low-burning annoyance.

---

The days that pass grow darker in Alec’s vision, days that once held a purpose and thoughts of a brighter future, a different future with the search of his soulmate, now hold stifling monotony.

He doesn’t want every day to be the same, he doesn’t want to sit around and wait for his soulmate to show up and whisk him away. He’s stronger than that. This small town filled with people’s pity and whispered gossip grate on him like the bright light of the sun that stings his eyes and he can no longer control the snap of snark from his lips when he comes across it.

Days are lonelier with Izzy keeping her distance, his only companion while Jace and Max are still visiting their parents. Even Lydia, his calm rock and pleasant tide of positivity in his day-to-day routine has kept him at an arm's length. Alec can’t blame her, it had only taken a half hour in her presence for him to realize the blind optimism and strict work ethic was bullshit and she was clearly trying to cover her own insecurity from losing a soulmate at such a young age.

The world has changed for him, and if nobody else can see all the bad that really surrounds them, then is that really his fault? Just because people don’t want to open their eyes to the true nuisance that haunts them all in the form of ‘soulmates’, if they refuse to accept that dark magic is what weighs above them and promises true love… Is Alec the bad guy for seeing it all so clearly?

No, he won’t be ostracized for being the only one to see, the only one to really look.

---

Outside of his small home, the wind shrieks foreboding, boiling water in a kettle high and warning. But Alec won’t listen, because as the sole of his boot sinks into the crunch of white snow beneath him, he remembers the sparks of green from visions before. The hint of a voice he knows calling him out into the dark of night, out into the flurry of white that offers comfort from the life he thought he wanted.

The winter, his favorite time of the year, the time that crooned hope into his dreams, that gave him visions of a future expected and believed, it pulls him close in its embrace. It wraps him up in freezing arms, a stoney embrace of what he knows and what he wants. The love he needs is here, following this path, and all Alec has to do is walk forward.

But something is pulling him back, something is planting his foot into the lush ground beneath.

Izzy.

A grip on his wrist, rough and tight against his skin where the sleeve of his glove and the hem of his jacket expose his soulmark. His sister tugs and tugs, but she makes no progress as Alec twists his arm from her grasp.

“Alec, we’re in the middle of a blizzard, what are you doing?!”

“I don’t belong here,” he calls out, but Izzy either doesn’t hear his words, or she chooses to ignore them.

“You need to come back inside, you’re going to get hurt!”

Another step, another cry from his sister. He can hear her scrabbling behind him, can hear her hurried footsteps as she rushes to keep up with him. The woods are close now, another step and he’s breaching the top of the hill with his sister still fumbling in the cold behind him. He wonders if he remembers what it feels like to have worry or care, if he can pretend to feel these things for her now.

But he doesn’t, not anymore. The only thing that fills the cavern of his heart is the cold winter, the helplessness of his destiny being lost on him, magic pulsing into his arteries and feigning life.

The further he goes into the woods, the louder the magic rushes through his ears. Izzy’s voice is no longer a distant wail in the background, now only the whizzing of snow pelting him sounds around him, and it’s almost too much.

Alec grips the bark of a tree, hard and snagging on the material of his gloves, but the support gives his shaky knees some relief. Just a little longer, just a little further. Keep going.

“Are you sure that’s really what you want to do?”

The twinkle of a voice chimes in the night, a mimicry of the snow in his visions. Alec turns left, then right, and then his eyes catch on shimmering green behind him.

Is this… a dream? Is he asleep? Has he fallen into the snow and this is his last thought before he becomes frozen in the woods?

Elegant shimmering iridescence of a crystalline crown and swirling gold-green eyes contrasting the backdrop of night meet him first. Time seems to refuse passing in this presence, akin to the night Alec caught snow, and as much as he wants to drag his eyes away, to take in any other sort of threat or danger besides the freezing ice around him, he can’t.

“You’ll die out here if you keep on that path,” the presence calls out, and without a sound and unaffected by the blizzard around them, they step closer.

“I don’t care,” Alec murmurs, wondering if his voice gets lost in the howl of the wind. It must not, because as the figure steps close enough for Alec to make out any features, he’s rewarded with a beautiful face marred by a small frown tugging down on plump lips.

And oh, what a change this is to feel anything other than emptiness inside of him. How different it is to feel a twist of attraction, to note that something in this world is beautiful, is deserving of his praise. Even if it is a stranger in the middle of a blizzard.

“You may not care, Alexander,” the man begins, traveling closer still until he’s standing in front of Alec. As tall as he wants to stand, as much as he’s used to towering over people he finds his weight shifting instinctively, he feels himself sinking into the slush beneath him. It’s cold and he feels the seeping chill in his bones, feels his teeth chattering of their own free will as he peers up at the glow of beauty before him. “But I do,” he whispers, bending down to press a single soft kiss to Alec’s welcoming lips.

Warmth floods him, maybe not actual warmth, but the cold pulls from the deepest parts of him and fades away, releases itself through his pores and out of existence. Alec, chin tilted upwards and lips parted, opens the eyes he hadn’t even realized he had closed.

Those eyes smile down at him, a hypnotic swirl Alec longs to get lost in. Maybe he does, he’s not sure how long he’s on the ground for, he doesn’t even feel the throb in his knees from extended use. But there’s a fluttering in his hair now, cold fingers that press against his scalp and twirl around strands, and Alec can’t help but lean into the touch, so starved from weeks of anger and animosity towards anyone who would ever come near him.

“Who are you?”

The fingers in his hair don’t stop, but trail lower to brace the delicate point of his chin and tilt his head to the side. A gentle puff of air brushes against the side of his face and Alec struggles to contain the shivers that tremble down his body.

“Magnus.”

Alec tastes the word on his tongue, feels the tingle as he says it aloud with reverence. Magnus, he wants to say again. Magnus, please.

A rush travels through him, blood working in overtime to keep him warm, to keep him alive, and it overcomes his mind. “Close your eyes,” Magnus hums above him, and Alec listens. “Let’s take you home.”

Alec wants to protest, but when he opens his lips he’s silenced with a calming finger. Sleep descends on him then in the cold night, and the last thing he feels is the press of Magnus’ long white winter coat soft against his skin, sheltering him from the frostbite that threatens to take him.

---

Sleep doesn’t come easy for Alec.

It’s not that the plush luxuriousness of the bed he finds himself in is uncomfortable. On the contrary, it’s far superior than the bed he left back home. What nips at him in the dark midnight is the fact that he left his only sister struggling in the cold, and he still feels nothing.

Confusion hits him, for where there remains a hole in his heart for compassion and guilt, it’s simultaneously filled with overwhelming growing attraction to Magnus, burning brighter and stronger than anything he’s ever felt before.

But in his mind he knows how he should feel, he knows that he should think fondly of his sister and home, of his little town that he’s helped cultivate memories and a life.

And yet… nothing.

---

Tomorrow comes and goes for Alec in the blink of an eye.

It’s a palace he finds himself in when he finally wanders out of his room to seek out Magnus, and to appease Alec’s curious eyes, Magnus takes him around the grounds.

High ceilings and columns of glass fill his view, chandeliers made of ice, and windows stained with a myriad of blues, pinks and purples. Archways extend, stairs trail higher above and down below, and the view from the balcony is breathtaking when they make their way into the frosty air. It doesn’t feel real, it doesn’t look real, but somehow it is. Somehow this fantasy exists, and Alec would be remiss if he didn’t pinch himself for reassurance that this isn’t just an elaborate dream.

Even Magnus looks ethereal, with the crystal crown high on his head, pale blue eyeshadow around sparkling eyes and long muscled limbs that Alec can make out through the thin white he wears around the palace. Outside on the balcony however, he dons the same white winter coat Alec remembers the night before in the forest, lined with puffed white and a thin layer of shimmer that catches twinkling light when he moves. He looks regal.

“Where are we?” Alec hears himself asking as he leans against the railing overlooking hills and mountains covered in snow.

“We’re in a realm that doesn’t exist to common folk, through a break in the mountains that magic keeps hidden. Sometimes those with the sight wander in, but for the most part only magic folk tend to traverse these parts.”

It’s all said matter-of-fact, with a wave of nonchalance that Alec wonders what he’s stumbled into.

“And who are you in all of this?”

Magnus turns to him with a disapproving frown. “Forgotten my name already, have you?”

Alec rolls his eyes and motions to the palace behind them with a wide gesture. “I mean in all of this, who are you?”

The frown doesn’t falter, instead stays firmly planted on Magnus’ face as he turns around to face the grandeur of his own palace.

“I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of the Snow Queen,” Magnus starts, pausing only to wait for a nod of agreement from Alec. It’s been years, but he remembers the stories. “Her name was Lilith, this used to be hers until she was banished several hundred years ago. She ruled over the winters, she controlled the season and consequently became hungry with power. She would steal people in the blizzards, in the night when nobody would notice. But people eventually did notice. My father, particularly. He came to conquer her authority, and in the end he won.”

Magnus trails off for a moment, as if remembering. “Lilith, at the end of it all, was corrupted. She couldn’t see the good in what she had created anymore, couldn’t see anything that was just and fair. She only saw the dark, only saw what was ‘rightfully hers’, and didn’t care about maintaining secrecy. With her last breath in this realm she shattered her crystal staff and descended her darkness on those who she deemed vulnerable. Every year, the first snowfall leads to darkness for some, something only light magic can cure.”

The pain in Magnus’ voice feels tangible, and Alec has to clench his fists to stop himself from reaching out. “Is that what happened to me?”

A hum, soft and distant as though Magnus is in another place, and then a nod. “Yes,” he admits. “You fell prey to Lilith’s dark magic, despite my attempts to warn you.”

“Warn - warn me?” Alec stutters.

Magnus turns to face him fully then, eyes piercing and narrowed. “Was it not a warning every winter for you to stay away from the first snowfall?”

Like a sputtering fish, Alec’s lips fall open and shut, once, then twice. “So it was you?”

“Who else would it be?”

“I-I’m not… sure,” Alec shrinks into himself, shoulders hunched and eyes cast downward towards the snow below them. “I thought - I hoped it was you calling to me, trying to reach out and find me… my soulmate.”

Silence wraps around them, slow and gentle, prodding hope from where it sprouts back into life inside of Alec. Carefully, Magnus reaches over to run silver polished nails along Alec’s hand until he’s extending his palm face up.

“You’re right,” Magnus says softly, fingers tracing the pattern of the faded snowflake on Alec’s wrist. “I was trying to reach you, but I needed to keep you safe, Alexander. I wanted to warn you before it was too late, but I failed anyway. I wasn’t able to help you afterall.”

Alec frowns and turns to face Magnus, whose hands continue to trace his skin, entirely too distracting. “But you did. I felt the darkness, I lost hope, I - I stopped - “

Magnus silences him with a look. “I didn’t protect you like I wanted to, not fully. I messed up, and I’m paying the price for it now.”

“What price?”

A smile, so sad and full of answers fills Magnus’ features, and Alec wishes he could decipher it all, wishes he could ease the sorrow so prominent. “To see you, to have you so close, and know that this can never be. Not as long as I’m here.”

The desire to reach out and touch Magnus, to sink before him and beg him to let this be, to let Alec stay so they can be together is so strong that Alec has to forcibly grip the banister of the balcony to keep his hands in place. Magnus notices, of course he does, but he doesn’t comment on it.

“Alexander,” he trails, glancing at the scene before them, the beautiful snow pristine and untouched on mountaintops no higher than the top of the palace. “As long as my father is still banished with Lilith to keep her at bay, I must stay here and watch over the winter.”

“Then I’ll stay with you,” Alec shrugs as if he’s solved the problem. “You’re my soulmate.”

Magnus sighs. “I can’t be, not anymore. Haven’t you noticed how faded your mark has become? It’ll disappear eventually, as long as I’m required. And no, you can’t stay here with me.”

“Why not?” Alec huffs, indignant.

“You have a family,” Magnus explains. “Your sister needs you.”

The guilt he knows should be there never manifests, the gnawing pulse of regret at leaving her behind, none of it forms inside of him. He had just left her, had just run away like a child angry at the world for not giving him what he wanted, angry for being vulnerable enough to fall victim whether he knew it or not. He wonders if he should voice these thoughts aloud, but he chooses not to.

“I need you,” he murmurs, pathetic even by his own standards.

Lightly, Magnus steps closer, offering a small hint of a smile through the stern look on his face. “You have me,” he says into the small space between them as he lifts a hand to Alec’s chest, pressing insistent fingers to the spot where his heart beats rapidly. “Right here, Alexander. Always.”

He wonders if it’s enough to keep Magnus in his heart, the soulmate he’s been waiting for, the other half of him he didn’t know he needed this much until now. He wonders if he can survive without him, without even knowing him more than the flimsy hours around the palace and on the balcony.

At the very least, he needs more time.

---

Magnus allows Alec a few days' time before he has to return home, and Alec soaks it all up in time spent at Magnus’ side.

They talk about everything. Magnus explains light magic and dark magic, glosses over the bits he deems boring, and from there they develop different theories on how to free Asmodeus from Lilith’s banishment. Her dark shards from the snowfall still hold her power, and Magnus has theorized that destroying one of them would negate enough of her magic that Asmodeus may be able to escape her clutches. Without a way to test it, however, it remains just wishful thinking.

So they turn to displays of magic, and Magnus delights in showing Alec small tricks with the flick of his wrist and flecks of glitter that fall to the ground when he snaps his fingers. Magnus, by all regards, is the most magical being Alec has ever seen in his life.

The only one, really, but that’s beside the fact.

Magnus is… incredible. Perfect, even. Magnus tells him tales of witches and warlocks, tells him stories of the past and famous figures that Alec never knew existed, but can tell of their importance from just Magnus’ recounting. He finds himself hanging off of every word Magnus says, mooning after each sway of his hips in the thin material of his pants, and eyes stuck when his shirt falls open to reveal a sliver of the chest beneath.

Alec wants him, he realizes quickly. More than he’s wanted anyone or anything before. There’s a pull between them, undeniable when they stand close, and excruciating when they’re far apart in separate rooms. It’s unwise to think Magnus doesn’t feel it too, because if the wistful looks Magnus shoots his direction are anything to go by, he’s struggling to stay away just as much as Alec is.

It’s on the last night Magnus has allowed them that Alec finds himself dropping to his knees in front of Magnus who sits before him on his throne of ice, a plea on his brow and a whimper on his lips.

“Magnus, please,” he whispers, bowing his head.

“Please what, Alexander?”

The force and strength in Magnus’ voice sends a thrill down Alec’s spine, and he presses his palms into his knees to steady himself. “I need you,” he breathes. “I need more than this.”

The halls around them seem too quiet, an impossible hush befalling the empty palace with the sound of the hammering in his chest being the only noise in Alec’s ears. Finally, after several powerful seconds, Magnus stands before him. “Look at me.”

Immediately, Alec’s focus snaps up to Magnus above him, intoxicatingly beautiful.

“Alexander,” Magnus says, the glowing pierce of his gold-green eyes penetrating Alec’s stare.

“Y-Yes,” he responds, breathless.

“Stand up.”

Perplexed, Alec does as he’s told and rises to his feet quickly. Magnus levels him with a stare that Alec can read clear as day in front of him. Confusion, anger, sadness, longing… All of it so apparent, so openly shown to him, and yet Magnus is resisting.

“You’re going home soon,” Magnus states.

Brow furrowed, Alec shakes his head. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Alexander,” Magnus sighs his name, exasperated in nature but still said in a way that makes Alec’s legs tremble. “You can’t. You belong back at home, you belong in the real world.”

“I belong with you,” Alec snaps, balling his fists at his side. “You’re my world.”

Stunned wide eyes peer back at him, and if Alec could feel anything other than this desperate longing for Magnus, he knows he’d feel embarrassed at his outburst. But he means it, he feels it. This is what he wants, what he needs, just Magnus.

“Just,” he chokes on the word. “At least kiss me. Just once.”

At that, Magnus casts his gaze aside and frowns. “I can’t.”

“Why can’t you?”

A shake of his head, perfectly crafted strands of black and blue swaying with the motion, and then Magnus is stepping away from Alec. “I kissed you once, in the blizzard,” Magnus explains. “Twice would remove your memories of your old life, free to fill with whatever I desire or command. And a third would kill you.”

The words hang between them, the implications heavy and the appeal entirely too enticing to Alec at the prospect of Magnus practically handing them their chance together on a silver platter. “Then kiss me, make me forget.”

Magnus laughs, loud and sarcastic and unbefitting the magical entity presents himself as in that moment.

“I will not. You deserve your free will, you deserve a chance to live, I will not take that from you, and I will not let you waste away at my every beck and call.” Before Alec can protest, Magnus silences him with a raised finger. “We have company.”

The click of heels along glass, the sound of them scraping the ice below in a wincing grind irks Alec's nerves, makes him grimace and turn to face the intruder.

Long black locks and deep brown eyes greet him when he turns to see his sister’s face, and the annoyance that swells within him rises to the surface.

“Izzy, what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to save you,” she manages through gasps of air, the adrenaline seeming to fade with every lungful. “I’m bringing you home.”

“How did you - “

“I gave her the sight,” Magnus interrupts. “I had a feeling you wouldn’t choose to leave on your own, so I called in reinforcements, so to speak.”

Alec scoffs, anger striking hot the fire inside of him that sparks to life. “I finally found my soulmate after all these years, and even he doesn’t want me.”

Izzy’s confused lilt of “Soulmate?” is drowned out by the rush of Magnus rounding on Alec in his own rise of anger, looming over him in a way that Alec tries not to find exciting.

“Do not ever accuse me of not wanting you, Alexander,” Magnus growls, leaning so close Alec can feel the harsh breaths on his face. “I fear I want you too much, and I may do something stupid if I’m not incredibly careful with you. But this cannot be as long as my father is trapped with Lilith, please believe me.”

This close, Alec almost caves, almost gives into the temptation to kiss Magnus. This close, he can smell the trickle of winter that radiates off of Magnus. The snow, the trees in the forest, he can smell the blizzard that first night. All of it fills his senses, calms the rage that bellows to take what’s his, what fate has decided he is worthy of. But Magnus’ eyes, surrounded by the same glitter that sparked from his fingertips the nights before when they had sat side by side enjoying each others’ presence, hold a pained resignation that quells the hurt and injustice Alec wants to cry out against.

Slowly, so slowly it almost hurts, Alec takes a step back, and then another. A hand wraps around his wrist, grips the spot that holds his faded soulmark, and tugs gently until he’s walking back out of the throne room with his sister leaving Magnus, a fading vision before him like so many dreams come and gone.

---

The trek back home is filled with silence, so much that the wind hardly swirls around them. It’s calm, serene, full of regret that Alec wishes he could feel but only paves the way for the urge of defiance he has to forcibly tamp down on.

He wonders if Magnus made the trip back easy for them, if he commanded the winds to cease and the snow to stop midair, only to descend once they’ve passed. Izzy says very little, asks questions only when a misstep causes an interaction between them, but even then Alec’s responses are quick and unmotivated.

It isn’t until they reach their home, exhausted and wet from melted snow, that his sister finally cracks.

“That was Magnus,” she begins, hesitant, “and he’s your soulmate?”

Alec nods, not able to manage much more than that when the images of glowing green fill his memories.”Yeah,” he croaks, throat burning from more than the cold air outside.

“He wasn’t some crazy evil guy that stole you away and turned you horrible?”

Taking the moment to try and stifle down the anger and aggravation that starts to kindle itself with its own fire, Alec shakes his head and takes the small living room in as though he has never seen it before. It’s adequate enough. Still too small, too worn, too lived-in. But this is what he’s being forced to choose, and leaving doesn’t seem like such a viable option anymore when the results of that first attempt led him straight back here.

There are arms around him then, soft and comforting and warm. Izzy.

“I’m so sorry, Alec,” she mumbles into his back where her face is pressed and pooling tears onto his clothes. The irritation is swift to draw forth, and he’s about to push her away when the sobs wracking her body stop him short. “I was so scared I had lost you.”

Confliction forms inside of his heart and mind at her words. The darkened part of his mind wants to shove her aside, wants to tell her to stay away from him, that she cost him Magnus. But the part deep in the crevices of his heart where light begins to shine, where he once held so much love and adoration for his sister wants to pull her into his arms and comfort her, to ease her worries for his safety. A battle begins to stir, rages into a storm and whirls around until it becomes a culmination of excruciating pain that builds behind his eyes. Every throb, every sting, every burn, all of it draws a cry of agony from him until he’s sagging to the floor with his sister crying out his name behind him in a familiar display.

The pain seems to last forever, a relentless tide that Alec can’t seem to surface from, and he wonders if this is what he gets for entertaining the thought of staying with Magnus when he didn’t deserve to. He wonders if Magnus can see this, if Magnus knows what’s happening, if Magnus knew this would happen.

The torturous slew of pain continues to rise, more and more, higher still, until finally - finally - it peaks and clatters a small crystal onto the floorboards beneath them. Confused, Izzy moves to pick it up, holding it high to the light to examine what it could be.

“Glass?”

Alec blinks the remnants of the ache from his eyes slowly, breathing labored and Izzy’s hand on his shoulder no longer aggravating the disgust that slowly dissipates from his heart. He turns to his sister, watching her wide-eyed and guilty.

“Izzy,” he gasps, rushing to pull her into a tight hug. “Izzy I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

There are more tears that fall onto his shoulder as they continue to hold each other, Izzy’s watery explanation of the past few weeks, her worries, all the confusion pours out into muffled words against his chest. He soothes the hurt, soothes the pain as best as he can, and hopes that any damage he’s done can be repaired over time.

As freeing as it was to feel no remorse, no regret or sorrow, it’s even more freeing to give into the emotions, to give into basic human decency and begin to patch things back up.

---

They talk for hours, wrapped up in blankets by the fireplace once the tears have subsided, and Alec explains everything that happened after he left her in the blizzard. He speaks of Magnus, of magic and ice palaces. They laugh about some of the tricks Magnus showed him, and sober up at the story of Lilith and Asmodeus.

When Alec talks of their theories, Izzy’s eyes brighten and she retrieves the small shard of glass from the floor.

“Do you think…” She trails off, watching him carefully.

Realization hits Alec, and with an eager nod he gives Izzy the honors of what he hopes to be the right decision.

With a grin on her face, she stomps the small shard between the ground and the heel of her shoe, snuffing out any remnants of dark magic left inside.

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The good thing about small-town life, Alec tells himself, is that it’s easy to get back into.

After reconciling with his sister, apologies to anyone he wronged when he was infected with dark magic was next on his to-do list. Lydia had welcomed him back with a genuine smile and a warm hug. Maia had punched his arm rather harshly and let him know if he ever acted like that again she wouldn’t hesitate to leave a mark. Simon claimed to notice no difference, but accepted the apology as an extension of friendship that Alec quickly had to retract.

All in all, things were looking up. The next months pass easily enough for the Lightwoods, but sometimes in the dark of night Alec finds himself still waiting by the window, cheek pressed to the cold glass that he wishes was stained blue, wondering if anyone will show. But nobody ever does, and even his dreams leave no possibility of hope. Where Magnus once called to him, once offered the touch of his affection, now he receives nothing.

The mark on his wrist still fades a little more each day. It melts into his skin like a real snowflake, and though Alec longs to feel the touch of the snowfall on his skin in the early mornings, that, too, has ceased. Snowfall comes only at night when Alec is asleep, something he’s rationalized as intentional on Magnus’ part.

Where hope once buried itself, now remains content patience. He knows the truth about his soulmate now, he knows why Magnus made the choices for them that he did, and he only regrets the way he left. Despite the process of events, and the bridges that he almost burned, Alec wouldn't change knowing Magnus for anything. For as long as he’s allowed his memories, he’ll remember the longing glances exchanged across the room, each and every subtle touch when they would brush past each other in the halls of the palace, and the heat from Magnus’ body when they would sit beside each other and talk for hours.

A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts, and though Alec isn’t expecting guests, he hurries to pull it open.

Magnus - beautiful, incredible, wonderful Magnus - greets him on the other side. Warm white coat, silver flecks of glitter around his eyes, and a hesitant, hopeful smile.

“Magnus,” Alec hitches, breath catching in his throat at the sight.

“Alexander,” Magnus responds warmly. “Can I come in?”

“O-Of course!”

Alec steps aside to let him in, affording himself the few moments of silence as Magnus walks in to appreciate the sight of him in his small, cozy home. Magnus doesn’t belong here, Alec knows that he doesn’t quite fit in, in all his grand splendor, but Alec can’t deny how good he looks here.

They’re on the couch by the fireplace when the errant worry that maybe the fire is too hot for the Ice Prince sneaks into Alec’s mind. Before he can ask, however, Magnus speaks. “You did it, you know. I wanted to thank you personally.”

“It worked?”

Magnus nods. “It took some time, but as soon as I felt the change, I knew what had happened, and I knew it was successful.”

“So your father was able to keep Lilith banished?”

“Yes,” Magnus smiles, shifting closer and making Alec’s heart race. “When my father returned he gave me a choice. I could stay and watch over winter, as I had been for years. I could stay and remain a fairy tale that people who have the sight will go back to tell their families. Or I could leave and be free.”

Alec swallows, glancing down at the space still separating them on the couch, scrutinizing every thread he can make out in the over-used cushion. “What did you choose?”

Fingers tread closer to his, dance across the couch and along Alec’s thigh until they’re clasping through his own and slowly, he lifts his head to Magnus’ eager smile.

“I chose happiness, Alexander. I chose you.”

Relief rushes through rapidly, bubbles a laugh from Alec’s throat, and Magnus pulls him into a tight embrace that they hold for longer than either of them care to put a number to.

They take solace in each other now, sitting comfortable and warm, with bodies pressed together and Magnus’ fingers treading through the thick locks of Alec’s hair. It feels... Amazing. It feels unreal, unbelievable to be sitting in the arms of his soulmate, to feel Magnus’ even breathing beneath his weight, to know he’s actually here, and that they can truly be together. That he has finally found his soulmate.

“Magnus,” Alec hums lightly after what feels like hours tangled in each other. Magnus offers a small noise of content in response, but refuses much more than that. “Hypothetically, if you were to kiss me… would I still lose my memories?”

When Magnus laughs, it doesn’t sound out of place like it did in the palace. It sounds natural and free, a full blossoming spring of affection. “Why don’t we find out?”

Alec wrinkles his nose, “I would rather like to keep my -”

Lips against his own cut Alec off, a warm pressure so different than their first time in the blizzard. A moment, just a moment of hesitation, and then Alec is leaning into the kiss. It’s slow and soft like the delicate snowfall they shared for so many years, until the storm rises and it soon becomes a flurry of pecks, a quick succession of kisses greedy for more, hungry for what was refused for so long.

Suddenly, Magnus pulls back.

“I think it’s safe to say you remember everything, so no need to keep going.”

Alec rolls his eyes, the grin on his lips betraying the annoyance he feigns as he pulls Magnus back to him by the front of his still worn coat.

They’ll have to explain what happened when Izzy returns and figure out what Magnus is going to do now that he’s not locked up in an ice palace for all of eternity. But for now, wrapped up and kissing lazily in the warm cocoon of new love, the only thing that matters is that they have each other, at last. Two souls connected, two hearts matched forever, and they have all of that time to figure out what the future holds for them, together.

#cloudburst-ink #malecsanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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chrideart · 4 years ago

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Happy holidays! 🕯️✨🎄 I wish you a relaxing and joyful end of the year! Here's a commissioned watercolor & digital ink illustration for a crossword puzzle from earlier this year.

[ID: Watercolor and ink illustration, of a snow-covered red cabin. Through a window we see a fox lurking in front of a logburner fireplace. On the left side of the room we see a Christmas tree. In the yard, we see a little elf in 80's stle glasses. He's just tripped over, sending three gifts flying. In the background, a frozen lake under a starry night sky.]

#happy Holidays #holiday card #illustration #watercolor #watercolor illustration #kids illustration #Christmas #foxes #storybook #art #watercolour #ink #clip studio paint #chride art #image described

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comfy-whumpee · 5 years ago

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December

[Yes it’s another @whumptober2019 drabble named after a different month. Not proofread because I am falling asleep but too stubborn not to write something.]

He’s never been alone for this long before and it’s deeply unpleasant. The house is silent and dark, with only the lamp’s switching on and off to guide him through the days. It comes on at four, when sunset begins, and switches off at ten, when he should be sleeping. Then it’s on again at eight. If he fails to sleep the full ten hours, which is frequent, he has no choice but to lie in the dark.

The house is cold. The only heat comes from the water. He is allowed a bath every three days, and he stays in them until they are too cold to bear. Then he leaps out, wrapping himself in his towel and scrubbing off quickly, before burrowing back into the blankets he was given.

Master is away for the holidays. He’s been gone for two days. He packed some things, left Ellis some food, and drove away. Master has family, like most people. He has people to visit. He loves his pet, but he has to go. Just for a week.

“Alistair!” his mother cries with a huge smile, reaching up to hold and kiss his face. “Hello, my darling, come in.”

Alistair smiles and laughs, hefting his bag over one shoulder as he follows her into her home. The fireplace is blazing and the kettle’s rumbling boil sounds from the kitchen.

“There’s my boy,” says his father, though he doesn’t get up from his chair. Alistair goes to him, leans down to hug his frail shoulders. “Good to see you, Ali.”

Ellis wakes up on the third day and his breath clouds in the air. He feels like he’s barely slept. He’s under the blankets in the bedroom but the blankets aren’t enough. It’s so cold in the night. He shivers himself awake.

He crawls to the bathroom and runs the warm water through the sink. It’s not a day he can bathe, but he’s desperate. He runs it over his hands, and then lets it drip down his arms and splashes it over his face. It brings back a tingling sensation out of his numbness, but it doesn’t last. He’s shaking constantly and the water drying only makes things worse.

He loves to come down in the morning and take a portion from the porridge pan his mother makes on Christmas week. He jostles with his sisters for the jam and brown sugar, and they pile back into the living room to sit around the fire, eat, and bicker. He laughs along with the jibes about his lonely lifestyle and his workaholic tendencies. His mother nags him to give up smoking.

The oats are warm and homely. The laughter, even more so. He relaxes in his corner of the sofa, legs warmed by a fleece blanket on top. They gossip about his aunts and uncles, who will be coming over on Boxing Day.

It’s harder and harder to motivate himself to eat. He can’t taste the food, and he can barely hold it to his mouth. His hands judder, clumsy, numb fingers slipping and sliding over the fruit and pre-wrapped bread. He drinks warm water from the tap, not trusting himself to hold a glass without smashing it.

He wakes up one morning and it’s snowing. Huge white flakes come down around the house and he watches them cluster on the windowsill with heavy dread in his chest. It will get worse, now. The blankets aren’t enough. No matter how tightly he rolls himself inside them and curls his limbs together, he feels like he is cold-blooded. There is no kernel of warmth to make the blankets toasty.

He doesn’t have permission to speak, but some part of him craves the burns and the heat they give him. So he begs.

“P-p-p-please M-Master, c-c-come back-k...”

It’s Christmas Day. Alistair has been up since eight. He has helped prep vegetables for the kitchen dinner, and pushed his father’s wheelchair on their annual family morning walk. He is just shaking the snow off his boots when he hears the voice through one of his many borrowed senses.

His pet is talking. He knows the voice, though stammering mars his sweet, pleading tone. He must be scared, to be left on his own, but it can’t be helped. Nobody can know about him except Alistair. Nobody can see him, and nobody can touch him, except Alistair.

Nevertheless, it perks him up, and he greatly enjoys the quiet background noise during his day. He opens presents and coos over the new wallet, the scarf, the hand-knitted sweater from his mother. He doesn’t like it, but his pet will look adorable in it. Christmas dinner is delicious and hearty, the conversation light and easy.

I n-n-need y-ou, M-Mast-er.

He’s having a wonderful day.

Master doesn’t come back. Of course he doesn’t. Ellis gets what he needs, not what he wants. He’s cold, but he’ll be fine. The way his skin is numb and his hands devoid of feeling... It’s scary, but Master knows best. He just has to run his bath. He has to get up and run his bath.

He can’t get up. He’s crying, because he needs the warmth, he needs the relief...but he can’t move. His limbs are so heavy, he’s barely slept, shivering without rest has exhausted him. He can’t move, and he can’t bathe, and he’s disobeying. He’s a bad pet, and he needs punishment, but Master isn’t here to give even that attention.

His Master’s hands are so warm, and so gentle. He imagines them for hours at a time, carefully picturing their stroking touch bringing like back to his body. Master rubbing the circulation back into his fingers. Master holding him against his warm chest. Master’s warm, strong arms wrapping around him.

He’s sorry. He doesn’t know what he’s done, but he’s very, very sorry.

Boxing Day brings the extended family to his parent’s home. Alistair takes charge as the eldest son, the most able. He opens the door, greets the guests. He makes tea and coffee with impeccable memory. He listens in on his mother as she talks to his relatives.

She tells multiple people about how well he’s doing. His important government job, and the money he brings in, is a frequent topic of conversation. She also vaunts his generosity, as he helps support her and his father in their old age. The family members he likes, they nod along, praise him in their own ways.

The ones he dislikes, they are more cautious. They ask questions about his job, his personal life, and sometimes they bring up one of his few mistakes of the past. His mother, well-trained, breezes past them and sings his praises. He’s whispered unconditional love into her dreams since he was nine years old.

He thinks he’s dying. He can’t feel a thing. He can’t even feel the cold, anymore. He’s not shivering.

She laughs off Auntie Mag’s concern that he’s not changed his domineering ways from when he bossed around her son when they were both children. His mother laughs it off, points out that such an attitude helps in the right job.

He’s sorry, he’s so sorry. He doesn’t know what he’s done to make his Master abandon him.

She argues, when his cousin Rae, the sensitive one of the family, Rae has never liked the way he relates to others, talking about his feelings, and it’s unfair as she tells his mother she’s been drawn in.

Ellis lies in the middle of the rug, curled in on himself in a pile of blankets. He’s even pulled the rug itself up around him. Every shallow breath makes his skin feel colder.

There are always people like his, at family gatherings. He makes mental notes of slights and slurs, for the year to come. He’ll find small ways to pay each of them back for doubting him.

His lips are tinged with blue and visible puffs of air flutter from between them. His skin is bone-white. His long, pale eyelashes sit against his cheeks.

Alistair is home. He lifts his pet, who barely responds to the movement. In his arms, he carries Ellis downstairs to the living room. He has lit a fire. He has made porridge. As a treat, he has added brown sugar and jam.

He sits before the fire grate and gently rubs warmth into Ellis’s fingers, each bony digit flushing pinker with the loving attention. He holds Ellis against his body, gifting him warmth from both sides. When a faint, relieved moan puffs from Ellis’s mouth, it’s so cute he forgives the transgression instantly. He’ll punish the begging later. Right now, his sweet thing needs loving care.

#whumptober2019 #no.20 #trembling #hypothermia #ellis #alistair #my fic #i might redo this one sometime bc im not happy with it but that's part of the challenge

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lamptracker · 6 years ago

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hiii! after reading that blurb about science stuff I need a blurb about and artsy reader (aka me) bc I hate all things STEM (no offense I went to a stem school with a terrible arts department) and so I need a tom or haz one with that. I like to write poetry, create films, digital art (like photoshop paintings) as well as traditional art! thank you so much sweets! also how are you? -🍯

Hey, you know, you like what you like. No offense here, at least not from me. Science really wasn’t my thing either (although I did take an earth science class that was pretty cool). I’d love to learn computer programming but Ben just got his associates’ in it and I have, like, zero idea what he’s doing half the time lol

Also there’s that whole ADHD thing

But anyway, I’m fine! I really thought work would slow down a lot after Christmas and then our ASM’s mom got sick. So... it hasn’t really. But at least I am still employed! Also I am so excited because this is going to be a good year for movies.

Also my mom dragged me to Costco today and the TVs were playing Infinity War. “Is that Robert Downey Jr.?” Yes, Mom, it is. “Oh, he’s still so cute.” Yes, Mom, he is.

I digress, though. Onward!

You squint at your computer screen a little as you start to shade the picture you’re working on. You’d had an idea for your portfolio in your Digital Arts class and you had to stop what you were doing to work on it.

Unfortunately, it was 3AM when inspiration struck. And what you were doing was sleeping.

“Love?” Tom’s voice is groggy, slightly scratchy. “Love, what’re you doing? Come on, come back to bed.”

“Can’t.” You start to color in the background. “Gotta finish this, then I will, okay?”

“It’ll still be there in the morning.”

You sigh. “Tommy, baby, you know how my brain is. I get an idea, I have to follow through with it.”

“I know, and you’re so talented, really. But it’s three in the morning.”

“I’m almost done.” You put the finishing touches on your artwork, then save the file. “Come here and look, tell me what you think.”

Tom stumbles sleepily over to where you’re sitting with your laptop. “Oh, wow, that’s amazing. That would look great printed out and hung in the kitchen.”

You can feel your cheeks grow warmer. “You really think so?”

Tom nods. “I’d love to print out a lot of your things and hang them, actually. And it’s not just me, you know. Mum and Dad loved that piece you did, Tessa in the garden? Mum says she’d love to have a copy of that framed for over the fireplace.”

“Tom, that’s so sweet.” You love art, love creating art, expressing yourself without words. Your art is for you. But when other people love it too? That’s just the cherry on top.

Tom lazily drapes his arms over your shoulders, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Good. Now please, come back to bed?”

You laugh as you save one last time for good measure. “Okay, I’m coming.”

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nemesyis · 7 years ago

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Dirty Santa

Thanks to @loveandturmoil87 for helping to get it started.

Beta’d by @seoulofakwonjiyong

Part 2

Tags: Reader x Jimin x Jungkook x Jiyong x Seunghyun

Placing your key in the door, you let out a sigh of relief, you were finally home. It sucked being the one to be called in to work on Christmas eve but this was your reality, you were the only one who knew how to sort out the chaos that the newbie had made and it was quite the shit storm. Despite having the company names on each bill, she managed to send them all to the wrong people. After six very stressful and long hours, you managed to sort it all out and get everything back on track.

“Is that you Kitten?” Jiyong called from the kitchen, his voice making you smile straight away.

You didn’t answer, you followed his voice and headed straight to the kitchen to see what he was up to. Your smile widened as soon as you walked in, he had made dinner, no, he had made a feast.

“Umm Babe?” you called as you stared at the food sat on the table, a whole perfectly roasted chicken complete with roasted potatoes and pumpkin, steamed green beans, cauliflower and broccoli in a cheese sauce with carrots drizzled in honey and pepper.

“Yes?” he grinned as he turned to you

He handed you a glass full of your favorite wine and led you by the hand to the dinner table. Pulling the chair back for you in an uncharacteristic show of chivalry. Vintage christmas songs were playing in the background.

“It looks so good Babe!” you smiled as he took his seat opposite you. He took your plate and filled it up with a scoop of everything flashing you a gummy smile.

“I made all of your favorites Kitten. I hope you like it.”

You took a forkful of potatoes and had it halfway to your mouth when you heard what sounded like a of muffled moan and the tinkling of a bell coming from the living room, “What was that?” you asked.

Jiyong smiled as he sipped his wine, “Don’t worry love, it’s just your christmas presents. We can open them together later. Now eat your dinner.”

Your curiosity piqued you obediently continued your meal. As the two of you finished, he took your empty plate from you and deposited it along with his in the kitchen sink. He took you by the hand and led you past the closed door to the living room and up the stairs to your shared bedroom. He opened the door to the bathroom and you saw that he had prepared you a bath and your favorite bath bomb sat on a towel next to the tub waiting for you, “Go soak for a while Baby, while I get your presents ready.” Jiyong said as he kissed your cheek.

After your bath, you walked into the bedroom and saw a simple black dress laid out on your shared bed. Slipping the soft material over your head and pulling on a pair of plain black cotton panties before joining Jiyong downstairs.

He approached you slowly running his hand over his stubbled chin. His gaze wandered up and down your body, stopping briefly on your hips, your breasts, and then your lips. Grazing his fingers up your arm and caressing your cheek. You unconsciously turned your face into his caress and closed your eyes, sighing happily at the contact.

Smiling Jiyong took you by the hand and led you to the closed double doors that led to the living room. You could smell wood smoke and see the flickering of the fireplace under the door. Stepping behind you, he placed a blindfold over your eyes. He tied it in place carefully to avoid catching your hair in the knotted silk. Your body thrummed with excitement as you felt him pass you and you heard the turning of the knob as he opened the door.

“Don't peek Y/N. I wouldn't want you to ruin the surprise.” He said as he gently took you by the hand and led you into the room. You trusted him not to run you into any furniture, but you stepped lightly out of habit so you didn’t accidentally stub a toe on the ottoman. As he led you further into the room, you felt the temperature increase the closer he brought you to the fireplace. You heard another tinkle of a bell and assumed that Jiyong had brushed against the christmas tree causing one of the ornaments to chime. Bing Crosby crooned the lines to White Christmas in the background.

Jiyong stopped you in front of the sofa that faced the fireplace. He backed you up to the edge of the cushions and gently sat you down. You felt step away from you and your knees jogged with anticipation of whatever your gifts would be.

“Okay Y/N. You can take off the blindfold now. I hope you like your presents.”

As you untied the blindfold and slid it from your eyes, it took a moment for your vision to adjust to the brightness of the flames. The first thing you saw was the coffee table. Arranged on the surface were an assortment of items that immediately piqued your interest. A box of condoms, a large bottle of water based lube, and lastly a harness with strapon. Its silicon surface marbled in rainbow colors.

Smiling you looked up and saw the rest of your gifts. Two young men with dark hair were bound tightly shibari style in christmas colored ropes.

The first was petite with a round face and a muscular dancers body. His deliciously full lips were distorted by a silver ring. His exquisite tear stained face and dark eyes stared at you pleadingly to ease his discomfort. His ropes were a festive red.

The other man was taller and more muscular. He too was tied up tightly, but his ropes were green. His thick thigh muscles strained against his ropes. He also wore a silver ring gag in his mouth. Just like his counterpart, tears streamed down his face.

They were both dark haired with skin the color of warm honey. Naked save for the ropes that marred their perfection. Looking them over you saw clamps attached to their nipples that included tiny silver bells that tinkled gently when they shuddered in their bonds. You noticed that they had both been dusted with fine golden glitter that only enhanced their beauty.

“What are their names?” you asked looking up at Jiyong

He smiled at your question and caressed the dark heads in turn, “This one is Jimin,” he said as he placed a hand on the man bound up in red, “and this one is Jungkook.” alternately touching the shoulder of the other.

The two men looked up at Jiyong with tear stained eyes, drool leaking from their open mouths. They both turned their pleading gaze to you and you felt a flood of heat at your core.

“Do you like your presents Y/N?”

You could only nod as a slow smile spread across your lips. You continued your visual inspection of your gifts. As your eyes drifted lower across the taught planes of their muscular abdomens you sucked in a shallow breath. Discovering the source of their extreme discomfort your smile widened.

They were both painfully erect. Their lengths each encircled by cock rings. Their hard flesh was artfully wrapped in festive red and green ribbon. Their hard erections leaked precum that stained the ribbon as it slid down the underside and dripped to the floor.

Standing you walked towards them. Jiyong and the two kneeling forms watched your every move, “I love them Jiyongie. Thank you.” you murmured as you leaned into him and pressed a lingering kiss to his plush lips.

Jiyong chuckled and kissed you back sliding his hands around your waist, his tongue touching the seam of your lips asking for admittance. You obliged tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You broke contact when a throaty whine reached your ears.

Turning your head as Jiyong’s hands continued to roam your ass you looked down at Jimin. He had been the source of the sound. He looked up at you, desperation written on his face as he strained towards you. The red ropes restricting his movement. His efforts causing his little bells to chime.

Sensing movement from your right you felt silky hair brush your thigh beneath the hem of your dress. Looking down, Jungkook had managed to scoot closer. He nuzzled his face against you begging for attention like a puppy.

Kneeling down you drew Jungkook closer, allowing him to bury his face against your neck. You turned your head towards Jimin and extended your free arm motioning him closer.

Jimin moaned as he shuffled towards you on his bound knees. He pressed his face into your offered hand as he drew closer, “You’re a pretty one." You said as you caressed his dark hair.

Jungkook groaned in protest while your attention was turned on his counterpart, “I see you are going to be the brat.” You laughed as you drew them both closer. You looked up at your boyfriend, only to see amusement in his dark eyes. Glancing lower you saw that he was aroused as well.

“Am I to play with them alone, or are you going to join me?”

Jiyong knelt before you and drew you into an open mouthed kiss, “I’d love to play with you, but I want to watch for a while first.”

Smiling at him as you gave him a lingering kiss, “Get comfortable, Oppa. I want you to see how much I enjoy them. I’m already so wet.”

Standing you led Jiyong to his favorite arm chair and sat him down. Straddling him as you gave him another blistering kiss. You drew his hand to your drenched core. He wasted no time in slipping his long fingers past the barrier of your panties to bury two of them knuckle deep into your cunt. You gasped at the contact and ground your hips against his palm.

“So eager, Y/N. Do I need to take care of you first?”

“Yes, Oppa." You whined breathlessly.

Jiyong sucked dark bruises into the soft spot of your neck. He fisted his hand into your hair and pulled sharply, twisting your head to one side exposing more of your neck to his love bites.

Curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to moan loudly as he smiled. As he brought you close to climax, you glanced over at Jimin and Jungkook. They were straddling each others thighs, hips pumping furiously as their cocks bobbed as they tried to find some relief.

The sight they presented combined with Jiyong’s talented fingers made the coil in your belly snap. Your cunt clamped down on Jiyong’s digits as he managed to wring a wail of pleasure from you.

Jiyong shushed you and caressed your hair soothingly, “Easy Baby. You still have to play with your pets.”

You kissed him ferociously before sliding from his lap. He grinned as he licked your slick from his fingers, savoring your flavor.

You turned your attention back to the pair by the fire, “Both of you. Come to me.” You ordered.

They wriggled and strained towards you as quickly as their bonds would allow. Tiny bells tinkling merrily, and unsatisfied cocks bobbing as they both stared up at you eagerly. You stripped off your dress and knelt between them. You grasped Jimin’s face with both hands and traced the outline of his gag distorted mouth with the tip of your tongue.

Jimin whined and pressed himself forward begging for you to touch him with his entire body. Jungkook leaned into you from the other side trying vainly to rub his swollen, leaking cock against your thigh in an attempt to get some relief.

Turning you wound your fingers into his hair. Locating the buckle of his gag you unfastened it and let it drop to the hardwood floor with a clatter. Doing the same for Jimin. They groaned simultaneously as you removed the ribbons from their members. Moving behind them you untied the ropes from their lower bodies.

They sighed in relief as the ropes fell away. As you worked you found that they had also been filled with buttplugs. The black silicone toys were firmly wedged between their rosy cheeks. Grasping the bases of their plugs you thrust them deeper causing each man to moan loudly and rock their hips forward in tandem. More precum stained their ribbons and dribbled to the floor.

“Unnnn… Noona please…” Jungkook groaned as he lay his head against your shoulder open mouthed and pupils blown wide. Jimin wasn't much better off as he let loose a long high pitched whine. He turned his head and left a trail of sloppy open mouthed kisses down the juncture of your shoulder and neck.

You stood between them facing Jimin. He slid his gaze down your naked chest to your soaked panties and licked his lips with a sinfully long tongue, “Take them off, Jiminie. Put those lips of yours to good use.”

Your eyes drifted over to Jiyong and you smiled as you saw how the scene playing out before him was affecting him. He palmed himself through his loose jeans and watched you through hooded eyes.

Jungkook gripped the waistband of your panties in his teeth from the back while Jimin did the same from the front. They simultaneously pulled downwards and you stepped from the cotton garment gingerly.

Jimin pressed hot kisses to the inside of your thigh, stopped and looked up at you imploringly, “Please, Noona, may I taste you? You smell so good, I can't wait to taste you.”

You caressed his round cheek gently and nodded your ascent.

“Let me taste you as well,” Jungkook begged dragging his lips across the curve of your ass, grazing you with his teeth, “Mochi always gets the best parts.”

Your breath stuttered as Jimin pressed his face into your sex, his long tongue seeking between your folds. You gasped out in pleasure as he found your clit. You pushed him away as you nearly lost your balance, “Let me untie your arms first. That way you can help me keep balance.”

“Don’t you dare stop Jimin. Y/N, spread your pretty ass cheeks for Kookie won't you?” It was more of a command than a suggestion as Jiyong stood and strode towards you, “I will untie them. All you have to do is stand there and look lovely.”

You obediently arched your back and spread your legs giving Jungkook easier access to your tightly puckered hole. He wasted no time. Burying his face between your cheeks. You knew Jiyong had loosened Jungkook’s arms when his hands slid up the outsides of your thighs and cupped your ass. He gently held them apart as he delved his tongue down to tease your vagina, perineum, and then your anus. He hummed happily as he tasted you.

You were glad you were close enough to the fireplace to grip on the mantle as you nearly lost your balance again, your knees nearly buckling as the dual assault sent waves of pleasure through you causing heat to pool in your belly as you felt another orgasm building.

Jimin’s hands were now free and he gripped you firmly. His long tongue lapped at your vagina, as his nose teased your clit. He stopped long enough to catch his breath and glance ,up at you, your juices coating the entire lower half of his face, “I knew you would taste so good, Noona. Turn around so Kookie can have a taste too.”

Jungkook eagerly turned you around and buried his face into your mound. Jimin boldly inched his fingers up your thighs and slid one into your cunt, pumping the digit slowly.

Jiyong was still standing nearby idly caressing the back of Jungkook’s head. You grasped his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. The moment was broken when the doorbell rang. Jiyong stepped back, tweaking your nipple as he went, “I’ll get it baby, don't stop on my account.” With that he stepped out of the living room and shut the door behind him.

The last look he gave you before he stepped out coupled with the assaulting tongues and fingers tipped you over the edge. Wailing your second orgasm of the night, you gripped the mantle with one hand, the other fisted into Jungkook’s hair. Jimin supported you from behind, fingers buried deep inside your hole.

As you panted and came down from your high, the two men stood and helped you to sit between them on the floor. After a few moments your legs stopped shaking and you stood, walking to the coffee table and put on the strap on.

“Kookie, get on the couch. Jimin, take off his ring, but don't let him cum yet.” You directed as you opened a condom and rolled one down on the brightly colored dildo, “Use your mouth on him, Mochi.”

Jimin smiled up at his friend as he slid the cockring off gently. Dragging his tongue up the underside of Jungkook’s cock before sliding the entire length into his mouth, burying his nose in to his pubic hair. You held Jungkook’s gaze as his head fell back and he threaded his hands into Jimin’s hair. He let out a long breath with a deep groan as Jimin’s hot mouth enveloped his cock.

Smiling, you knelt behind Jimin and began working the buttplug out of his ass. It slid out smoothly, causing Jimin to let out a whine of pleasure as he released his friends cock from his mouth with a pop, looking back over his shoulder at you. You licked your lips as you opened the bottle of lube. Squirting some of the viscous liquid over your fingers and onto Jimin’s hole before working your fingers into him, “I didn’t tell you to stop playing with him, Mochi.” You said as you reached around him and began to fondle his neglected balls.

Jimin flushed as he took Jungkook back into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down its length his cheeks hollowed as he applied suction. Positioning yourself behind Jimin, you began to slowly work the dildo into him. Gripping his hips you eased into him until you were flush with his ass. Jimin went rigid pushing back against you releasing another delicious moan as he continued to pleasure Jungkook with his mouth.

“You’re quite the little whore aren't you, Mochi?” you asked, giving his ass a sharp slap with your open palm.

Jimin only groaned in agreement and wriggled his hips against you. Jungkook’s thighs trembled as he fought the urge to cum down his friend’s throat. “Please Y/N, tell him to let me cum. I don’t think I can take much more,” he whined desperately.

The door to the living room opened again and you saw Jiyong step in from the hallway followed by your mutual friend Choi Seunghyun. You did not stop fucking Jimin when you met their gaze. Sparing a smile for Jiyong as you gave Jimin another resounding slap on the ass as he bounced on your artificial cock.

Jiyong dropped into his chair, gesturing to the armchair next to him as he looked at his friend, “Take a seat, hyung. Y/N is enjoying her presents, and we can catch up.”

The older man adjusted himself and cleared his throat as he sat down. Piercing eyes bored into your back as you continued thrusting into Jimin. “I wish someone would think of presents like this for me,” he muttered accepting a glass of wine from Jiyong.

Jungkook reached his limit, grasping the back of Jimin’s head as he came hard. His mouth wide open, head thrown back, and looking entirely fucked out as he cursed audibly and bucked his hips. Jimin swallowed every drop of his friend’s cum as he whined his own desperation to cum. His cock drooling hungrily all over the expensive rug.

“Do you think she would mind if I joined in?” Seunghyun quietly asked his host.

Jiyong quirked an eyebrow up as he turned to look at his friend. He smirked as he turned back to watch the three before him, “I didn’t think you would want to play tonight, Tabi. I rather enjoy watching Y/N with them. If you want to play, you can play with me.”

Seunghyun stared at Jiyong and then looked down at his hands. He then stood and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He took a moment to begin unknotting his tie, hands trembling with trepidation or was it anticipation? Dropping the silk onto his jacket as he kicked off his shoes turning he watched the trio on the sofa. He was painfully hard in his slacks as he slid the belt free and unbuttoned the fly.

“Come here, Tabi.” Jiyong ordered sitting forward in his chair.

Seunghyun obediently stood in front of the younger man, facing him with his hands at his sides. Jiyong stood and began plucking the buttons down the front of Seunghyun’s dress shirt. Once it was unbuttoned completely, Jiyong tugged upwards, freeing it from the waistband of Seunghyun’s pants. He sat back and slid the zipper of his friend’s pants down, “Take them off.”

Seunghyun slid the garment down his thighs and stood waiting for Jiyong’s next move.

You leaned back with Jimin still impaled upon your strapon as you watched your boyfriend and his toy. Jungkook had recovered and was getting hard again as he watched you and Jimin, “Mochi, I want you to ask Kookie nicely to take care of you while I have more fun with this sweet ass of yours.” You grunted delivering a powerful thrust of your hips causing the toy to dig deep.

“P... please Kookie,” he groaned pleadingly, “Please take off my ring. I want to cum so bad.”

Jungkook knelt before Jimin and gently removed the ring from his friend’s cock. Taking it in hand as he began to firmly stroke up and down. He ran his thumb over the head spreading the precum around in circles causing Jimin to suck in a breath. He moaned prettily, his face contorting in pleasure as he writhed under his friend’s firm grip and your continued attention to his ass. Feeling him clamp down on the silicon cock, you thrust faster pushing him over the edge. Jimin flushed red and jerked his hips wildly, fucking himself back onto you as he came in milky streams all over Jungkook’s hand and chest.

Jungkook smiled as it spilled over his hand. He released Jimin bringing his hand to his mouth as he kitten licked the cum from his fingers, “Always so sweet, Mochi. Just like candy.” He mused.

Jimin slumped forward against Jungkook as you slid from him. You gently laid him to one side as he panted, struggling to recover, “Rest Mochi, we aren’t done yet. I’ll come back to you later.”

Standing, you motioned for Jungkook to sit back on the couch. You straddled him facing outwards towards Jiyong and Seunghyun, “Fill me up, Kookie. Let’s see what those thighs of your’s can do.” You whispered as you leaned against him. You were still wearing the strapon. Luckily it had a convenient hole that would allow him access to your cunt.

Jungkook smiled, gripping his cock in one hand as you handed him a condom. He opened the foil packet and rolled the latex down over his length. You followed, easing yourself onto him slowly. Savoring the feeling of being stretched just right. He wasn’t the biggest you had experienced, but he was already hitting all the right spots. You watched Jiyong as he slid Tabi’s boxer briefs down and took his friend’s cock into his mouth. The older man groaned, his deep voice resonating as he clenched his hands and fought the urge to touch Jiyong. You knew your boyfriend had trained Seunghyun well. He couldn’t touch until he was given permission. Jiyong was the same with you when you played together.

Jungkook slid his hands around your waist and supported you with one arm. The other snaked higher and cupped your breast before tweaking your nipple gently. He flexed his thick thighs, sliding in and out of you slowly. You arched your back against his chest and ensnared your fingers into his hair tugging gently, “I know you can go harder than that, Kookie.” You breathed into his ear. You held your gaze intently on Jiyong and Seunghyun.

The older man was on the verge of coming undone under the intense attentions of Jiyong’s mouth. His head was thrown back as he quietly moaned deep in his chest. Jiyong still had not given him permission to touch him as he fought to control his building orgasm. His thighs and buttocks trembling with the strain. Jiyong let his friend’s cock slide from his mouth, gripping it instead with a firm hand, “Are you ready to cum for me?”

Seunghyun looked down, the sight of Jiyong painting his lips with the tip of his cock was nearly enough to make him cum right then and there, “Yes, Jiyongie.” He said his voice tight with need.

“Then cum, Tabi.” Jiyong said as he slid his friend back into his mouth.

Seunghyun’s thighs flexed as he came hard. Groaning in pleasure as Jiyong took him down his throat and swallowed around him.

Jiyong let his friend’s slackening penis slide from his mouth. Planted a kiss to his lower abdomen and gently pushed him back, “Good boy, Tabi.” He smiled, “Now turn that sweet ass of yours around and sit on my cock.”

“May I touch you, Jiyongie?” he asked.

You watched as your boyfriend smiled and nodded slightly. Seunghyun ran his hands gently up Jiyong’s shoulders and cupped his face. Dipping down to pull him into a kiss. Jiyong looked at you with a hot glance before closing his eyes and surrendering to the sweet pressure against his lips. Seunghyun broke the kiss, swiping his tongue over Jiyong’s full lower lip. As he approached the coffee table to take a condom from the box and retrieve the lube bottle, he winked at you and gave you a saucy smile.

He returned to Jiyong who had removed his clothes and sat leisurely stroking his erection. He took the condom from Seunghyun and rolled it down his length and waited. Seunghyun liberally poured lube on his fingers and began to work them into his own hole. Starting with one digit then a second. He handed the bottle to Jiyong, who took it and poured some over his cock slicking the lubricant over his length. Seunghyun turned and gingerly eased himself down onto his friend and once fully seated began to roll his hips.

You were bouncing wildly on Jungkook’s cock as you watched them together. You suddenly felt a hand on your thigh. Looking down you saw Jimin’s innocent gaze looking back up at you. You saw that he was recovered and fully hard once again. He dropped his gaze to where you were joined with Jungkook and licked his lips, “I want some too Noona, let me in too.” He said, bending and flicking his tongue against your exposed clit. You shuddered and let out a laugh as you watched the brightly colored dildo flopping against his face.

“Okay baby boy, you can play too.” You said stopping your fervent ride. Jungkook whined in protest as you slid from him, “Mochi, go get the bottle from Jiyongie. Kookie, eat my ass and get me ready for your cock.”

Jimin scrambled to do your bidding as you took off the strapon harness and placed your hands on the coffee table. Jungkook spread your cheeks and prodded your pucker with his tongue. You groaned as talented muscle breached your sphincter and delved into your depths. Jimin stood by, stroking himself as he handed the bottle to Jungkook.

Jungkook took it and began to work his lube covered fingers into your hole. The juices of your arousal leaking from your cunt and down your thighs. Jungkook rolled on a new condom and guided you backwards, positioning himself beneath your ass. You eased yourself down onto him once more feeling your asshole stretching to accept his girth. You paused once fully seated and motioned for Jimin to come to you.

Jimin was ready for you, already having put on a condom. He rubbed his cock through your folds before sliding himself home into your tight heat. You felt completely full and suddenly unable to think straight. The pair of them began to move in unison, filling you to the brim. Jimin placed open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, grazing you with his teeth as he thrust up into you. Jungkook bit down on the side of your neck as his hands wandered and fondled your breasts. Your gaze met Jiyong who was still buried balls deep in Seunghyun.

He now had the older man bent over the side of the sofa so they could both look directly at you as your Christmas presents bounced you vigorously on their cocks. You mouthed an ‘I love you’ at Jiyong as he lost his rhythm and came hard into Seunghyun. He pulled out tying off the used condom and disposing of it into the trash can. He returned to his chair and sat chin in hand watching the three of you.

“Y/N, Tabi is hard again. Take care of him baby.” He said eyes twinkling.

Smiling, Seunghyun stood on the sofa next to you cock in hand. He moved close to you and looked down at you, “May I touch you, Y/N?”

You nodded and he bent to give you a passionate kiss. When he sat back, you wrapped one hand around his cock and directed him to your mouth, taking him in deep. Relaxing your throat and allowing him to fuck your mouth. Seunghyun gently caressed your cheek before winding his fingers into your hair, guiding your head back and forth on his cock.

Jungkook began to lose his cadence first. You were close as well and he knew it. Reaching around between you and Jimin, he found your clit and rubbed circles on it. You hummed happily in response as your cunt clenched down on Jimin’s cock. Your resolve snapped as you came hard. Jimin followed close behind you, filling his condom deep inside of you.

He cried out sweetly as he came undone, burying his face into your shoulder. Jungkook cried out loudly as he came as well. Seunghyun pushed himself into your throat causing you to gag slightly. The tightening of your throat around his cock made him gasp and he shot thick ropes of cum into your throat. You swallowed him down greedily, milking him with your tongue.

A few moments later you found yourself sandwiched between Jungkook and Jimin. You held the smaller man gently stroking his hair. Jiyong draped a blanket over your forms before settling on the couch with Seunghyun snuggled into his arms.

“Thank you for my presents, Jiyongie.” You smiled, “This was the best Christmas ever.”

“Just wait till you find out what I have planned for you next year.” Was his reply as he gave you a gummy smile.

-End

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Christmas - Doyoung, Jaehyun, & Yuta (M)

yes, u read that correctly

Sugar Daddy!Doyoung AU ft. Friends

A/N: Pure filth, this is just pure filth. No background, no anything, just pure nastiness. I hope you’re already wet so we can hop right into things. This is indeed a foursome. Have I ever done one? No. Have I ever written one? Not until now. [To be honest, I’m not really sure what people do to prepare to anal, so…] Not to judge or anything, but if you go through with reading this, you are an official whore™ for NCT

**WARNINGS: HEAVY SMUT, ANAL, & DEGRADATION!** IF YOU HAVE STRONG MORALS AND DON’T CALL YOURSELF A HOE THIS IS NOT THE STORY FOR YOU-

Word Count: 2,439

Gingerly, you tugged the pastel tissue paper from the bag, gasping as your gaze fell upon the leather purse, your gaze glimmering as your carefully removed the purse from its’ confines.

“Merry Christmas,” Doyoung grinned, the slender stem of the wine glass twirling between his lithe fingers.

“Versace,” you whispered, your tone hushed as you inspected the exquisite and expensive purse.

Gently, you placed the purse upon the leather sofa, standing from your spot. Doyoung’s sultry gaze met your own, following your sly maneuvers. He placed his glass upon the table beside his chair, the fireplace crackling gently. You lifted the edge of your satin dress, your heels clicking against the marble tile in a soothing rhythm. You straddled him, his hands instantaneously going to your hips. His hands were gentle, resting upon your hips as he looked up to meet your gaze. This was his present. He gifted you lavish jewelry and exquisite purses, dedicating himself to take care of your every desire. In return, you repaid him in long nights spent together, letting him do unspeakable things to you as you pledged to please him. A hand reached up, brushing your soft tresses behind your ear, his touch tender.

“I had something in mind for tonight,” he began, caressing your jaw gently.

You adjusted yourself upon his lap, your hands settling upon his lower abdomen.

“Do you remember Yuta and Jaehyun?”

His voice was lower, almost hushed. You nodded, recalling to two men you had briefly met weeks earlier.

“You know what good friends of mine they are, right?”

You nodded once more, cocking your head to the side in inquisitiveness.

“It’s going to be all of us tonight,” Doyoung whispered, his lustful gaze meeting your own once more before flickering to the fireplace.

Your lips parted in astonishment, never had he suggested bringing others into your nightly rendezvouses. A sudden giggle escaped you at his odd request. You were silenced by a sharp knock. Your gaze trailed to the door before finding Doyoung’s once more.

“Come in,” Doyoung called, shifting you in his grasp.

In stepped two men, quietly removing their shoes as they entered. Doyoung chuckled to himself at their mannered habits. Your gaze met Yuta’s as he stood, a gentle smile gracing his features. You felt your cheeks flush, your mind flooding with erotic images of the faces of pleasure his gorgeous face could feign.

“We were just talking about you,” Doyoung began, standing from the leather chair.

Jaehyun gave a sly smile, watching as your revealing satin dress shifted as you stood. Doyoung gave the two of them a knowing grin before draping an arm around your shoulders. He guided you through the dimly lit hall, two pairs of footsteps following closely behind. You glanced over your shoulder, your gaze briefly meeting Jaehyun’s smoldering gaze. You felt your face flush once again, never had you been with three men, three exquisitely attractive men. You stepped into the familiar chamber, its’ lavish décor adding to the erotic atmosphere. Doyoung’s warmth abandoned you, his lean frame drawing the curtains aside the bedside closed. You felt two presences close in on you, a sly hand gracing your lower-back. You were grateful you had truly prepared yourself for tonight, taking all precautionary measures to assure you would meet Doyoung’s satisfaction. Jaehyun’s gaze met Doyoung’s, as if to affirm he had permission. Doyoung nodded slowly, watching in satisfaction as Jaehyun’s hand trailed from the dip of your back over the curve of your ass, his hand dipping beneath the hem of your dress before ruffling the silken material as his warm hand glided along the back of your thigh. Your breath hitched as his warm hand settled upon your ass, his soft fingertips brushing over the seam of your thong. Gently, Yuta brushed your luscious locks over your shoulder, his dark gaze meeting your own briefly. He leant down, his hand grasping your wrist as he leant in, his lips trailing along your slender neck. Your breath hitched as he brought your hand to his erection, your palm brushing past his belt and settling upon his stiff bulge. Doyoung wore a smug expression, quietly unbuttoning the lustrous buttons of his white dress shirt. Jaehyun’s hands impatiently rose your satin dress, eager to discard the irksome attire. Yuta retreated from your neck, a soft whine escaping you from the loss of contact. Jaehyun tugged at the posh dress. You let the straps droop, removing them from your arms elegantly, the material pooling around your hips. Jaehyun tugged the material from your hips, stretching the satin, letting it pool around your ankles. Your heels clicked against the tile and you reached down, intent on removing the dark heels.

“Leave them on,” Yuta murmured, his gaze tracing along your figure.

Jaehyun hummed lowly in satisfaction as his appreciative gaze wandered from your cupped breasts to your soft ass.

Doyoung’s shirt dropped to the floor, his lean torso glinting in the dimly lit room.

A hand caressed your waist, before drawing you into a broad chest. You fisted his black shirt, its’ silky material quelling your perspiring palms. A whine of Jaehyun’s name escaped you as his gentle caresses grew into rough gropes, his head dipping, his soft lips attaching to your neck. The sound of the belt hitting the floor behind you was drowned out, your attention solely on Jaehyun’s soft lips. His polished teeth grazed the sensitive skin before he sucked on it diligently, his hands squeezing the supple flesh of your ass. Your fingers went to his silken shirt, frantically trying to expose his broad chest. His moist lips left your neck, his hands replacing your own as he began to undo the tedious buttons. Yuta crooned, his hand stroking his stiff length as he grinned slyly. You glanced over your shoulder, the sight making you swallow thickly. Doyoung tossed two square packets of foil onto the sheets. His distant gaze making a small pout form upon your plush lips.

“Don’t frown, doll face,” Yuta cooed, removing his hand from his erect length, “We’re going to have fun.”

He reached toward one of the condom foils upon the bed, tossing it at you. You held in a scoff at his cocky demeanor, tearing open the foil before rolling the latex along his length. His member was throbbing, hot to the touch. Jaehyun followed suit, swiping the foil from the sheets and rolling it down his thick length. Your panties moistened, your dainty steps silencing as you crawled onto the bed. Doyoung crawled onto the firm mattress, roughly shoving you to your back. He knelt between your legs, his hands groping the supple skin of your thighs as he leant down, capturing your parted lips. You reacted to each of his touches, arching from the damned mattress, his agile fingers swift to unclasp your lingerie at the opportunity. Jaehyun and Yuta watched in awe, envy-stricken as a muffled moan escaped you. He tugged your thong from your silken legs, tossing it aside.

“Your mouth is only for me,” Doyoung murmured, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips as he gently grasped your chin.

The mattress shifted, two figures lurking in the shadows. Doyoung abandoned you once more, resting against the wooden headboard as he watched. He chortled in amusement as Jaehyun tugged you from the sheets, his sudden force making you straddle him ineptly. He loved seeing the effect you had on others; he loved seeing you act like a whore. You whimpered softly as Jaehyun’s plump lips mouthed at your breasts, his hot tongue laving at the warm skin. Yuta watched from the side, reaching out to tenderly stroke your slick folds.

“She’s so wet,” he mused, leaning closer.

He coaxed you to lift your hips to give him leverage, his fingers prodding at your entrance. He was easily able to slip two of his slender fingers into you, his lips parting at the sensation. Doyoung smiled, glad his friends could marvel at your wonders. He leant over, shuffling through the contents strewn across bedside table. He tossed a bottle of lube toward Yuta, grinning slyly. Yuta removed his fingers from you, his slick fingers reaching for the bottle of lube. Jaehyun’s blunt nails dug into your hips, a hushed utter escaping him. His hand fumbled, excitedly prodding at your entrance. He slipped two digits into your heat, his jaw clenching in anticipation. Gently, he pumped them into you, reveling in the wet noises that seemingly echoes through the room. He stretched you, his hands making scissor-like motions. Fueled by your sounds of desire, he withdrew his slick fingers, aligning with your entrance. The tip of his cock nestled between your folds, slowly stretching your entrance as he guided himself into your slick cavern. You winced, his girth larger than Doyoung’s, still larger than you were accustomed to. Yuta intervened, squeezing a dollop of lube into his hand. You raised your hips, watching intently as Yuta slathered Jaehyun’s erect cock, a soft grunt leaving the man beneath you. Your gaze met his own as you drug your plump lip between your teeth. Tentatively, you adjusted your position, placing your hands on Jaehyun’s broad chest. Your thighs tensed as you felt the tip of Jaehyun’s cock brush your folds. Yuta chuckled beside you, guiding Jaehyun’s erect length to your entrance.

“Relax,” he soothed.

The lube aided in your journey, a sigh of satisfaction leaving you as your walls convulsed around Jaehyun. He filled you so well, a mewl escaping you as Jaehyun rolled his hips experimentally. Yuta smiled, shifting to kneel behind you.

“How is it?” Jaehyun inquired, his blissed gaze scouring your features briefly.

“So good,” you replied in a hushed tone, your lashes fluttering.

Jaehyun raised your hips slowly, his hips flexing as he thrust into you. You shuddered at the sensation of a cold gel prodding at your rear entrance. You fretted to yourself quietly, never had you done anal.

“I-I’ve never,” you began, glancing at Yuta over your shoulder.

Jaehyun stilled, embracing you against his firm chest. His fingers tangled in your tresses as Yuta’s nimble fingers penetrated you. You tensed, the sensation foreign and uncomfortable. Doyoung coaxed Yuta to continue, stroking his own length slowly. Your breath hitched, suddenly clutching onto Jaehyun’s robust biceps, your nails dragging along his porcelain skin. The head of Yuta’s cock pressed to your anus, slick with lube. His large hands spread your supple cheeks, taking in the view. Slowly, he eased in, stilling every so often to let you adjust to the foreign sensation.

“Shit-” you hissed.

Yuta’s hand came down upon your ass before groping the supple flesh. Jaehyun’s hold lessened, his hands trailing to your hips. He raised them once again, his abdomen flexing as his hips trust upward to meet your own. Yuta thrust shallowly, humping you as his hands settled upon your waist. A cry left you, the sensations overwhelming. You felt weak, letting the two men use your limp body as they saw fit. Doyoung called your name sweetly, kneeling beside Jaehyun, his erection in hand. You weakly brushed his hand away, replacing it with your own. You stroked him slowly, bringing his leaking tip to your lips. You halted, squeezing Doyoung’s length as Yuta thrust rashly, grunting to himself lowly. Doyoung winced, gripping your chin. His length prodded at your lips, demanding entry. You obliged, taking his swollen tip into your slick cavern. He pushed further, your hand coming down upon his thigh to stop yourself from gagging. You mewled around his length loudly before swallowing around him, your lungs burning. Doyoung let out an unstable exhale, muffling his groan.

“You’re such a slut,” he lashed, his fingers weaving into your tresses.

Jaehyun moaned loudly beneath you, his fervent hips snapping suddenly to bring him to release. You removed yourself from Doyoung’s length, hiccupped moans leaving you with each thrust.

“J-Jaehyun!”

He stilled within you, your body rocking rhythmically from Yuta’s thrusts.

“I’m coming-” he warned, his brows knitting together in ecstasy.

You wanted to smother his mouth with your own, to kiss his soft lips until they were wet and swollen, but you remembered Doyoung’s earlier words. As if he read your thoughts, Doyoung tugged on your hair, the pain pleasurably delicious.

“Suck-” he demanded, once again prodding at your lips.

You drew him into your mouth, your hand pumping his shaft in time with the gentle bobs of your head.

“So tight-” Yuta choked out, his expression seeming to almost be pained as he grunted.

His thighs tensed as he stilled, pulling your hips flush with his own. A strangled groan left him as he panted, limply slouching forward. Doyoung’s breaths grew rapid as he threw back his head, exposing his beautiful neck.

“Let me cum on you,” he breathed, withdrawing himself from your mouth.

Yuta removed himself from you, falling to the sheets in a heap. Doyoung pumped himself quickly, dragging his lip between his teeth as his seed spurted, painting your face. You glanced up at him through your lashes, your gaze pleading, you had yet to have your release.

“Get cleaned up and go,” Doyoung directed, casting his gaze to the blissed men beneath you.

Jaehyun swallowed thickly, the apple of his neck bobbing quickly.

“That was amazing,” he breathed, his laden gaze trailing to you, “You’re amazing.”

Jaehyun leant up, intent on melding his lips with your own, but you gently placed your hand upon his pale chest, your touch seeming to brand his feverish skin. You recalled Doyoung’s words, not wanting to disobey him. You crawled from Jaehyun’s figure, brushing the hair from your face as you tried to collect your thoughts. Yuta stood from the bed, swooping down, tilting your chin as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Sorry,” Yuta smirked, glancing at Doyoung as he drew back, “I couldn’t help myself,” he added, referring to the rule Doyoung had explicitly set in place; your lips: off limits.

The men trudged to the bathroom, collecting their attire upon the way. Doyoung wore a sour expression, his lips pursed into a thin line.

“Babe,” you soothed, saddling to his side, gently sweeping his dark fringe from his gorgeous forehead.

His nostrils flared, upset his rule had been broken, that he had been betrayed and disobeyed. He treasured your soft lips, proud to call them his own… Yet you betrayed him, letting another man capture your soft lips.

“Just wait until they leave,” he heaved, his dark gaze finally meeting your own, “I’ll make sure you cum until your crying and begging me to stop.”

A/N: Srry about that terrible anal part, I feel it’s one of those things you either have extensive knowledge of or like no clue rlly----- Damn Doyoung pls! - Admin Finn

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