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perriewinklenerdie · 4 years ago

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Liar, Liar (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Open Heart, Ethan Ramsey x MC

A/N: Hello, hello, hello! How's life? It's two days till school starts and a little over a month till uni starts back up, so you can feel the desperation in the air. This fic took me like, two weeks to finish, because we love being lazy and would rather sleep than write (so, like, most of the times as of late for me, what you gonna do, right?), but it's here now. I did proof read, but it's possible that something slipped my attention, sorry if there are any mistakes :D

Also, IT’S LESS THAN A WEEK TILL OH COMES BACK, LET IT BE GOOD, PLS

AO3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26198620

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Enjoy! <3

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He knew that he shouldn’t feel like an idiot; that didn’t mean that he didn’t. Standing in front of the hospital, tapping his foot impatiently and checking his watch every five seconds, like it would speed up time. He was never a patient man, and every minute of delay got on his nerves, making him even more anxious than he was in the first place.

If he could have it his way, he wouldn’t even be going in the first place. Claire, however, decided that ‘no way in hell is he declining his Father’s invitation again’, so he didn’t really have a choice.

“When did this happen?” he asked her, right after she convinced him, both of them sitting on the couch, watching some TV show. She turned her head towards him, wrinkles forming on her forehead in confusion.

“When did what happen?”

Running his hand up and down her arm, he shrugged before answering. “It’s hard for me to say ‘no’ to you.”

“I mean, you can.” An innocent smile grew on her features. She gripped his shoulders, straddling him before he could decipher her intentions, then leaned in, making their noses touch. “But do you really want to, now?”

“No.” he answered, causing them both to laugh. Her lips brushed against his, once, twice; she then tried to back away, but found herself unable to do so, with his arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her in place. “No.”

“There you go.”

The sound of a car horn going off drew him out from the memory, back into the parking lot, where a car stopped right in front of him. The window rolled down, revealing a very smug blonde. She leaned towards him, sliding her sunglasses down her nose slightly.

“Get in loser, we’re going shopping.”

His gaze narrowed as he walked closer, leaving his work bag in the back of the car before going to sit in the passenger’s seat. Claire was still looking at him, her eyes sparkling flirtatiously. He sighed deeply, fastening his seatbelt.

“I may get the reference after you made me watch the movie, and we may be dating, but I’m still your boss, Dr. Herondale.” He reminded, his tone stern.

“Nope.” Her voice was strained as she leaned over the console, trying to close the compartment in front of him. “For the next three days, you’re only my boyfriend.” Breathing out in relief when she successfully finished her task, she straightened herself. “No work, no bosses, just you, and me, okay?”

The workaholic in him hesitated. Three days without any sort of work-related activities wouldn’t be something he came up with, but the rational side of him knew, that she was right. They’ve been working nonstop for the past few weeks, cases more demanding that they expected. He’s told her many times to take a break, and she would always refuse, saying that she will rest when he will; he couldn’t argue with that logic, nor with her when she eventually would decide for both of them that it’s late and pull him out of his office to go home.

“Okay.” He nodded, smiling at how wide her grin was. She extended her hand towards him, waggling her fingers. He took her hand, which made a blush appear on her cheeks, accompanied by a gentle laugh.

“While I love holding your hand, that wasn’t what I meant.” She cleared her throat, schooling her features into a scowl. “Your phone, Ramsey.”

Ethan’s eyebrow went up, clearly thinking she was joking, but a second later he realized that she absolutely wasn’t. “And just why would I do that?”

She sighed heavily, reaching with her other hand towards his pant pocket, fishing out the device. “Because I know you. You’ll get bored at one point or the other and will start reading medical articles just to do something.” He began to protest, which she quickly stifled with a short kiss, rendering him speechless. “You know I’m right. And besides, I’ll be there to entertain you in case you have too much time and start to think about working.”

“I’ll hold you to it.” he gave her hand a squeeze, noticing something shimmery around her wrist. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was an elaborate bracelet, many gemstones hanging from a golden chain. She caught him staring, rushing to explain.

“It’s my lucky charm bracelet.” Shaking her hand, she let it catch the last rays of the sun before it disappeared behind the clouds, sparkling with dimming light.

“How many lucky charms does one person need?” he snickered, catching a sapphire stone between his fingers.

“When you’re me? All of them.”

And with that, they were on their way. The ride wasn’t long, and yet, Claire insisted that he took a nap to rest, reaching for the pillow she had stored for him behind her seat. He had a night shift and didn’t get the chance to grab a cup of coffee in the morning, so he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand and fell asleep.

When he woke up, they were about halfway there. Somewhere during his rest, she covered him with a blanket as it got colder outside. He pulled the seat back into the upright position and took a look outside the window.

“How long was I asleep?” he asked, suppressing a yawn. Claire adjusted her hold on the steering wheel before glancing at him.

“Judging by the redness of your eyes, not long enough.” she pointed out, smiling when he scoffed at her remark. “Thirty minutes, more or less.”

His hand wandered towards her, resting comfortably on her thigh, running up and down in a soothing manner. The corners of her lips went up, her eyes trained on the road. The sound of the rain that started to trickle outside combined with the quiet comfort on the inside created a perfect concoction, causing his eyes to drop again a bit. He noticed that it was affecting Claire too, blinking twice as often as she normally did.

“Do you want me to take over?” he murmured, watching her closely. She shook her head, her knuckles getting a bit whiter from the force with which she was holding the wheel.

“I’m okay; it’s you who didn’t sleep last night, so use that time to rest. If you’re hungry or thirsty, there’s food and water in the bag on the backseat.”

“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her shoulder. Her scent filled his senses, blocking out everything, making her, once again, his one and only focus. “Please tell me the second you’re too tired to drive.”

“Yes, Doctor.” She teased him, touching her head to his when they were waiting for the light to turn green. It was at that moment that the sound of a ringing phone pierced the otherwise silent atmosphere of the car. Ethan pleaded with his eyes, recognizing his ringtone, trying to convince her to give him his phone back, but she shook her head, already answering the call.

“Hello, Mr. Ramsey!” Claire greeted his father, her voice bright and easy. Alan said something that Ethan couldn’t quite decipher, but it clearly must have been funny if it made her laugh to the point of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. It also was most likely about him, because as soon as she sneaked a peak at him, she giggled louder. “No, Ethan cannot pick up his phone, he’s on vacation from work. Can I pass a message?” Some more incoherent words that Ethan had no way of understanding, and the call was over, his phone returning to the compartment near her. “He asked me to tell you that you should listen to me and relax.” She said, choosing to ignore with a smirk the way he shook his head at her.

Before they both knew it, they reached Alan’s house. The sky has cleared, revealing the sun, shining above their heads as it began to aim itself towards the horizon again. They were getting their bags out of the trunk when an excited voice called out for them.

“You two are just in time for dinner!” The older man stood next to them, hugging his son tightly before greeting Claire and taking the bag out of her hands. He nodded towards the house, inviting them inside.

As soon as they stepped over the threshold, they were hit with the scent of food, making their mouth water. Alan expected them to be there soon, so he was prepared, with wine glasses sitting on the counter, food resting in the oven and a bottle of Bordeaux waiting to be opened. Having left the bags in the guest room, they made their way to the kitchen, all three of them working in complete comfort around each other, preparing the table and carrying food to the dining room. Like they’ve known each other forever; like they were a family for a long time and have done it a dozen of times.

Ethan wasn’t kidding when he once told her that his father was an amazing cook. She couldn’t tell which one of the two cooked better, as both knew their way around the kitchen and both excelled in different kinds of cuisine, having the common ground in desserts, especially (surprising no one) chocolate.

The evening was in full swing, the table cleared of plates, cutlery, and empty dishes, leaving only glasses of wine. Claire was sitting closely to Ethan, her palm sitting on his shoulder, his hand resting comfortably on her thigh. At the current moment, the couple was looking at one another, bickering playfully about who was the last one to do the laundry. To Alan, they looked like a married couple, with how comfortable they were with one another and the topics of their discussions. Neither could remember and neither would back down, being a pair of stubborn people, so they decided to agree that it’s a tie, hooking their pinkies and shaking on it. Immediately after, Ethan pulled her by her finger onto him, pressing a soft kiss to her nose.

“So, was it love at first sight?” Alan asked, laughing at their antics. They both fell silent, turning towards him with blank expressions. Claire was the first one to break out of it, leaning back into her chair with a mix of a giggle and a scoff.

“Whoever told you that is a filthy liar.”

Ethan didn’t even try to deny it, mirroring her position in his seat as his head turned towards her, smirking. “She was a pain in the ass before she was anything else.”

“Are you saying that I’m not anymore?”

“Oh no, you still are, but it’s so much more now.” his voice dropped back to the gentle whisper with every word he said, unable to stop the smile from pulling the corners of his lips upwards. Claire used the moment of his helplessness, grabbing him by his chin and making their eyes meet.

“You were an asshole for the majority of time at the beginning.” She hummed, letting him go, smirking at the way his expressions morphed from stunned to agreement. “Similarly, though, you’re not that bad now. It changed.”

“Most likely in Miami.” Alan noted, not thinking too much about it, unaware just how significant of a response his words would get. Claire, who was at the time taking a sip of her wine, choked on it, coughing excessively. Ethan, on the other hand, froze in place, unsure how to approach the situation. She didn’t even have to ask for him to know that she wanted some kind of an explanation.

“I, uh, may have slipped up while talking to Dad a couple of months ago.” A blush creeped up his neck, accompanied by an endearing smile. Claire pressed her palm to his cheek, turning him towards her.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed! If it made you feel better about our very complicated situation, then I’m glad you had someone to talk to.” she beamed warmly, kissing his cheek softly, sweetly, tracing the line of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“To be fair, I did ask a lot of questions.” The older man confessed, pulling the attention of the pair back to him. “He seemed stressed, like a walking time bomb, so when I asked what made him this-“ he paused, spreading his arms to indicate the state in which his son seemed to be at the time. “- he started talking, and since he never talks, I tried to help him work it out.”

Claire nodded, running her fingers through Ethan’s hair, her hand resting comfortably on the back of his chair. “He does have a tendency to keep everything on the inside. I make him talk too.” She dropped her voice to a whisper, grinning widely as she spoke directly to Alan. “He hates me for it.”

“I don’t hate you, I just- I-“ Ethan jumped to his defense, struggling to word his thoughts. He gave up when he saw very clear amusement on both of their faces. “I can’t with you two.”

The night soon ended, as did the wine in the bottle. Claire jumped up, declaring that she’s going to finish up the cleaning in the kitchen, while the two of them should go get ready for sleep. Alan tried to protest, but she pulled the ‘you-cooked-I-clean’ card, so he didn’t have the needs to fight this logic.

She was in the middle of cleaning the pan when she felt the softest touch on her shoulders. Goosebumps rose on her neck, induced by the hot breath that brushed against her skin. “You know you can leave it for the morning?”

“Ethan Ramsey, are you telling me to ditch my responsibilities?” she mused, scrubbing the bottom of the dish while trying to ignore the patterns he was tracing with his fingers. He trailed his hands down her sides, wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her to him.

“I am. You deserve a break too.” He began pressing openmouthed kisses along the line of her back. He sighed when she didn’t make a move to stop what she was doing. “At least let me help you.”

He walked over to stand by her side, towel in hand, drying the cleaned dishes and putting them away. Her hair shielded her face, making it impossibly hard to notice the subtle change in her expression. He caught it a second too late, losing the chance to protect himself from the incoming attack. A wave of water and bubbles crashed into him, soaking his clothes and hair, accompanied by her hysteric giggle.

Slowly turning to her, he looked between the sink, still plenty of water there, and her, predicting she was going to make an attempt to dodge his retaliation. His shot was perfectly timed and aimed, bringing her to the same level. A complete chaos fell over the kitchen, nothing was safe, and nothing was spared.

Truce was forced upon him when she grabbed him by the sides of his face and hauled him onto her, crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. A low hum reverberated in his chest as his eyes fell shut, enhancing his other senses. How enchanting her scent was, reminding him of early mornings when he would bury his face in her hair. How her body fit into his arms like she was made to be in them, like two puzzle pieces, creating the same picture together.

Claire’s fingers were tangled in his hair in a matter of seconds, keeping him as close as physics allowed. The counter was digging into her lower back, the sensation being the only thing grounding her in reality. Everything else was overshadowed by Ethan. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. The movement of his lips against hers took her all the way back to Miami, where they kissed like it was worth going to hell for, like they were starved, like they were the salvation for one another.

His hands gripped the fabric of her shirt harshly, exposing the skin of her back, extracting droplets of water from the material. They’ve been this close more times than he could count, but the sensation always felt like brand new, like it was their first time, getting to know each other all over again. He trailed his lips down towards her throat, focusing on the dip by the collarbone, eliciting the boldest sigh she dared to let slip out.

Claire didn’t stay indebted for long, scratching his scalp with her nails, drawing a deep groan out of him, his body betraying him in his attempt to keep his desire for her on the low. She couldn’t see the smirk that resided on his face through her eyelids, but she knew damn well that it was there. He’s always been smug at how much he affected her, how much her body told him without words.

“We should keep quiet.” He muttered, failing to suppress the desperate moan at the feel of her pushing him onto her with her leg around his calf. She giggled softly, pulling their faces to the same level.

“Then why are you so loud?” her words were one last warning before their lips crashed again, their hands rushing to touch every square inch of each other’s bodies as thoroughly as they could. He picked her up without missing a beat, leaving the flooded kitchen far behind them.

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The first thing he felt that morning was the featherlight kisses, tracing the line between his shoulder blades. Hot breath caused goosebumps to pepper his skin, slowly bringing him to consciousness.

“Good morning.” Claire’s whisper reached him from right below his ear, her voice provoking a shiver to run down his spine. Without opening his eyes, he leaned upwards, curled his arm around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing her into the mattress with his weight. His head rested in the crook of her neck, his lips touching her anywhere they could reach.

“It’s not morning until we get out of bed.” He growled lowly, his kisses gaining intensity. Their bodies were covered by thin blankets; the only thing shielding them from the biting coolness of the early hours of the day. Clothes were lost few hours prior in the heat of the moment, both of them giggling like a pair of teenagers sneaking around, shushing one another every so often and silencing with urgent kisses.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the definition of ‘morning’ goes, but… I won’t go anywhere if you won’t.” Claire nuzzled her nose against his hair, taking a deep breath, the scent of his shampoo surrounding her briefly. She was moments away from falling asleep again, when she sensed him changing the position slightly, his lips moving upwards. He stopped a breath away from her, waiting for her move, which at first seemed like it would never come. His eyes opened slowly, finding hers already watching him, crinkling playfully. She raised her hand, running her fingers through his hair.

“Like this, you’re even more handsome.” She whispered, making Ethan’s eyebrow shot up in amusement.

“Like what?”

“Relaxed. Peaceful. All mine.” she tugged on his ear teasingly, watching him nod slightly in confirmation, a hint of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Even though that’s not the hottest I’ve seen you.”

Adjusting his grip on her, he asked, more intrigued than ever. “Oh really? Then what state of Ethan Ramsey does Clarissa Herondale find the most attractive?”

She leaned closer to him, her lips brushing his when she spoke. “When you’re displaying your intelligence. When you’re diagnosing, showing off how insanely smart you are. You’re irresistible.”

Ethan pressed their lips together the second she finished her sentence, winding his arms tighter around her. Climbing on top of her completely, he caged her between his limbs, allowing him to look at her from a different angle when their kiss eventually broke.

“I’ll have you know, that my view on when you’re ‘hot’ is very similar.”

As cliché as that sounded, their moment was cut short by three gentle knocks on his childhood bedroom door, making them both freeze in place. They scrambled to sit up and reach their clothes, pulling them on hastily when Alan called out from the corridor.

“Son, I wouldn’t want to walk in on something that would make us all uncomfortable, so if you two could meet me downstairs soon, I’d be grateful.”

Ethan’s face was white, horror seeping onto it with alarming rate. Claire, on the other hand, was biting her lip as hard as she could, trying all she could to stop herself from laughing out loud. She nudged him, leaving the bed, getting dressed as she went. Noticing that he didn’t make a move to get up, she collected his clothes for him, smirking at how red his cheeks were.

“I’ve never been in a situation like this in my whole life.”

“Well, there’s always time for a first.”

Not even five minutes later, they stepped into the living room, Alan already waiting for them by the entrance to the kitchen. Claire waved at him, overcoming the embarrassment momentarily. “Good morning, Mr. Ramsey!”

“Good morning, Claire. Before we begin eating, I have a question for you two. When I went to bed last night, what did you do?”

Blonde woman turned to look at her boyfriend, noticing how pale he was, frozen in place yet again. Knowing that she would have to be the one to do the talking, she tried to figure out what she was supposed to say, when Alan, clearly realizing what the two of them thought he was asking, rushed to elaborate.

“Ethan, please breathe, you’re going to suffocate. I meant, what happened to my kitchen?” he nodded towards the room with his head, both doctors leaning forward to look inside.

The floor and cabinets were flooded with water. They looked at each other, then towards Alan, pointing fingers at one another, shrugging their shoulders, refusing to take the blame. The older Ramsey man sighed, shaking his head at their antics, inviting them to the table for breakfast.

“You two, liars, are never doing dishes together again.”

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jeonggukingdom · 5 years ago

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splinters of love • day XXVIII [jjk]

pairing ⟶ jeon jeongguk x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XXVIII ↳ in which Jeongguk finally arrives home incredibly late and finds you asleep on top of the covers, completely naked.

genre ⟶ smut, fluff?

rating ⟶ 18+

word count ⟶ 1.899 words

warnings ⟶ graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, dirty talk, oral sex (receiving), jeongguk calling you a dirty little girl, and a naughty one... because I need that in my life, don’t judge me.

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

He didn’t believe there were things worse than staying late at work to finish an assignment in time during the weekend—especially when you had made plans to spend the night watching movies and cuddling—but he was wrong.

Worse than being stuck at work way beyond working hours was being stuck in traffic after that. For two whole hours.

He called, he texted, he apologised and cursed at his luck and his life and even at himself for finishing his work too late.

By the time he got out of his car, walked the stairs to your shared apartment and let himself in, he was positively exhausted and fed up.

It didn’t come as a surprise to him that you were nowhere to be seen, that the house was held in darkness and that he couldn’t ear a single sound coming from any of the rooms.

You were probably asleep, he concluded while removing his jacket and hastily getting rid of his tie to finally breathe in more comfortably and let his body relax.

He walked through the apartment making sure to be as silent as possible not to disturb you and a little smile painted on his lips at the thought of catching fast asleep on your bed with that adorable pout on your lips.

The thought of you always made him feel warm and giddy inside, even after so many years together.

His fingers touched the wooden surface of the door, they slightly pressed on it until it started moving and the smile deepened on his lips as the warm light of the abat-jour filtered through the crack.

You had fallen asleep with the light still on.

Guilt tugs at his heartstrings at the thought of you waiting for him for so long even though you were probably just as tired as him after a long day at work similar to his very own.

Those thoughts though are quickly swept away by what his eyes meet next.

There you are, peacefully asleep on the covers but unlike his predictions, you are completely bare.

Jeongguk gulps down at the sight of you like this, naked and waiting for his return with the evident desire of feeling him between your legs.

His mouth runs dry, his eyes fixed on the supple curves of your body as the desire of touching you, savouring you, starts burning him from the inside out.

He steps inside the room slowly, his fingers brushing against the edge of the bed as he walks towards you with a little devilish grin on his thin lips.

His digits brush against your naked calves and you stir in your slip, emit a hum that kind of sounds like his name but do not crack your eyes open which makes him chuckle under his breath.

“You waited for me naked all this time and now what? You’re just going to sleep?”

He tilts his head a little to the side while his fingers move against your skin and inch upwards until he is grasping one of your thighs to pull it a little to the side so that he can bask in the sight of your naked sex completely exposed to his eager eyes.

Your lips form a deep pout and in any other occasion Jeongguk would deem it quite adorable but right now, his mind is foggy with desire and impatience drives his every movement.

His breath hits your face as he brushes his nose against yours ever so slightly while calling your name.

The sound is soft and sweet like honey in your ear while his hand turns rougher around your naked flesh.

A jolt of electricity runs through your body then, goosebumps gather on the flesh and your eyes open to fix inside his impossible onyx gaze.

“Baby,” you coo, your voice still thick with sleep and Jeongguk smiles at you, sweetly pecks your lips while his fingers inch even upward to slightly brush against your core.

You shiver at the sudden touch, sigh at the way he looks down at you with utter desire and his lips turn into a smirk once more.

“What a dirty little girl, waiting for me all naked on our bed,” he muses to himself and you feel heat rush to your cheeks at the pet name—which he knows way too well to be your absolute weakness.

“Did you touch yourself while you were waiting for me?”

“A little,” you admit before biting your bottom lip to further provoke him.

It works. It always does.

“So naughty,” he rasps out before licking his lips while his eyes travel from your face to the treasure hidden right between your lovely legs, “And what were you thinking about while doing it, mh?”

“You.”

“Me?” He tilts his head to the side, amused, “Doing what? Tell me.”

You gulp down heavily, emit a little sigh recoiling the memory of your deep fantasies and how real they almost felt while your hand was brushing against your sensitive bud.

“Tasting me,” you whimper out as you spread your legs wider for him in a silent beg for him to show you just how lacking your imagination is compared to the real deal.

“Is that so?” He breathes out as he ever so slowly climbs onto the bed. His body fits perfectly between your legs, his hands on either side of your face as he languidly kisses your mouth.

Your eyes close, your mouth parts for him and in an instant, you are melting into him, your heart beating frantically between your lungs and arousal growing right between your legs.

Your hands tug on his hair a little until he grunts for you, the sound blissful to your ears.

He doesn’t utter a single word as he pulls back from your lips and you watch him with rapt eyes as he slowly descends until his head is lodged right between your legs.

His eyes are fixed on you, his lips barely a few inches away from your core and the sight of him like this is already enough to have your back arching towards the ceiling and your hands grasping the sheets.

A knowing smirk stretches his lips to the side and as you heavily gulp down, his devilish tongue darts out of his mouth to get its first taste of you.

The contact is short but blissful and it has your throat running dry, your eyes closing and your mouth begging for more.

His fingers wrap around your thighs, dig into the flesh in a way that is bound to leave some marks and then, he is tasting every little inch of your core, lapping at your folds, sucking around the little bud.

It’s pure heaven.

You call his name in soft whimpers as arousal mixes with his saliva rendering your lips deliciously sleek.

He loves the sight of your glistening core, the sound of your sighs and mewls, the sensation of your body thrashing as he ravages you whole.

It is the very idea of having you moaning underneath him as you cum that dictates his every movement and how fervently his tongue laps around your core.

The sound you emit as he moves right between your folds and gets a true taste of you is absolutely delighting and lord, does he want you to do it again, over and over until it is embedded inside his memories forever.

“You feel so good,” you whisper, your voice thick with both excitement and pleasure.

“Do I live up to your imagination?” He asks between your legs, his warm breath making you shiver as it hits the sodden flesh.

His lips wrap around your clit, tug on it until a deep moan erupts from your mouth and your breathing turns heavy.

“You…you are so much better.”

You can’t see the smile full of satisfaction that adorns his lips then but you can almost feel it against your flesh.

Your eyes are closed shut, your hands balled into tight fists around the covers as you tug on them while your back arches even more for him.

It is then that his fingers come out to play, trace your lips ever so slightly while his lips keep torturing your clitoris.

It takes a few desperate whimpers in the form of his name for his digits to move past your lips, plummet right inside of you in a way that has you moaning loudly for him, trashing beneath him.

He loves it, he loves every second of it and he wants more of it. He wants it all, everything you have to give.

His fingers are relentless inside of you, scissoring and curling in time with his suckling atop your mound and the sounds you emit are so lewd they even bring heat to your cheeks.

Sweat glistens on your forehead as your hips start rolling onto his face in the desperate search for more, just more.

One of your hands flies to his hair, grasps the locks and tug on them until he is grunting over and over again adding delicious vibrations to his ministrations.

“Oh… oh!”

The tip of his fingers hits your pleasure spot and your vision turns white, your mouth hangs open as your body starts moving for an entire second with the shock of the sudden wave of pleasure that engulfed it.

You always forget just how good he can make you feel, just how easily he can bring you down and damn, does Jeongguk love to remind you over and over again.

“Right there,” you coo, no, you plea and he listens. Jeon Jeongguk, always the most eager lover.

He aims at that spot hidden deep within you with the precision of a sniper and he hits once, twice, three times, four times, fifty times… damn, you’ve lost count.

“Jeongguk!” The obscene scream that leaves your mouth sends shivers all down his spine, turns his member uncomfortably hard in the confinement of his tight pants and turns him even bolder, desperate even to bring you down.

Your toes curl as he tugs hard on the little bundle of nerves, your vision turns white and your body starts shamelessly quivering beneath him as your orgasm hits you full force.

It comes and it keeps on coming and coming until you are sure the bed covers are beyond salvation, soiled by your juices.

You whimper at the sudden loss of his fingers between you, you whine as his mouth detaches from your core and then you sigh as his lips come crashing down yours into a kiss so fierce it leaves you absolutely breathless.

“If you’re going to welcome me like this every time I’m late after work, I might consider doing it more often,” he speaks those words right inside your ear and you chuckle whilst your arms wrap nicely around his neck to bring him to your lips once more.

You kiss until you cannot breathe anymore, you kiss until your lips are too swollen to keep on going, you kiss until your eyes are closing, you kiss until he is wrapping you in a tight hug and lulling you to sleep and then, when morning comes, it is your lips that wrap around his sex instead to bring him down until his voice turns raw and all he can utter is your name, over and over again.

#ksmutclub #ficswithluv #goldenclosetnet #jungkook smut #jeongguk smut #bts smut #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts scenario #bts ff #bts imagine #bts react #!splintersoflove

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universalfanfic · 4 years ago

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@inkoutsidethelines So I decided just to post “part 1″ because I’m not sure how long it will take me to continue this, and I’m impatient.

So here’s part one of the Traumatize Owen AU.

Mary had to shift her bag of groceries over to her left hand as her phone buzzed again in her pocket to signify she had an unread text. It was Owen, and her stomach still felt a little thrill when his name popped up on her screen. Which was ridiculous. They’d been dating long enough for those new couple jitters to wear off, but something about the addition of an engagement ring made them all come flooding back.

Let me know when you’re home.

Mary shoved her phone back in her pocket to unlock her door. Usually he’d tack on a “safe” to the end of that message. Or a heart or something, but maybe he wanted to come over instead. She wouldn’t be opposed to him dropping in. But if he jumped in before she finished putting away her chicken nuggets and juice boxes, she didn’t want to hear a peep out of him.

Mary tossed her keys in a bowl next to the door and sent Owen a reply.

I’m back. Just don’t judge my groceries if you come over.

A check mark notified her that he saw the text, but he didn’t respond right away. Mary moved to unload her purchases and set her phone on the counter, off to the side. It didn’t take long for a blue light to shine at her back and Mary felt another thrill in her stomach as she turned to greet him.

“Hey, Owen-”

He hit her.

The air left her lungs as she doubled over and Mary struggled to gasp. Only her training kept her from falling into an immediate panic. Her insides froze and her mind went on autopilot. She saw ahead, to his foot lashing out and striking her in the stomach, and she barely dove out of the way before his boot went through her cabinet. Wood splintered; some of the shards hit Mary in the face.

“Owen! What are you doing?”

It was a strain to speak; her voice was high and frightened, but it didn’t seem to bother him. There was no expression on his face. No anger, no malice, no horrid delight. Nothing but a blank stare and dull eyes that sent shivers down Mary’s spine.

“What’s going on? You need to tell me.”

But he said nothing. Mary shifted her stance as he came towards her, his movements gaining speed as he got close.

He threw a series of punches and elbow strikes. Mary blocked them as she backed into her living room. The hits were landing with more force than she’d ever felt him use. Even as Daredevil.

He lunged.

Owen gripped her around the waist and threw her to the floor. He struck her in the face despite her attempt to block it.

Mary went up instead of to the side. She launched herself upwards and flipped over him, just missing his reaching hands. He should have fallen onto the carpet, but a portal opened and Mary’s only warning was the flash of blue behind her once again.

His fist was already halfway to her face as he stepped out of the portal and Mary let her body drop to the floor. She swung out her foot, hoping to knock him off balance. He stumbled back a few steps, and then portaled in place to right himself. Mary’s face grew grim.

She wanted to say it wasn’t him. That this being had to be some shapeshifter or something taking Owen’s form. But he could teleport, and Mary didn’t think there were many shapeshifters who would come with that power too.

But this still wasn’t him.

Every other time Mary had fought him, it didn’t take this long to disable him or disengage. She’d never been especially worried when fighting him, even when he only saw her as a law-breaking vigilante.

She was worried now.

And his punches hurt.

Her apartment was a mess. In close quarters it was hard to create room between them, and hard not to knock glasses of counters, frames from walls, books from shelves. Mary leaped from the back of her couch and tried putting him in a choke hold. Still he didn’t say a word. Didn’t choke or gasp or flounder. He pried Mary’s fingers out of her lock with enough force to leave bruises and she twisted her wrist and shot away before he could switch his hold to her.

He still didn’t stop. Nothing she said made a difference, none of her pleading for information was answered. He was like a robot. And her visions were keeping her head above water, but she knew she couldn’t last forever. Owen was even covered in a layer of sweat, but he didn’t seem out of breath.

Instead of coming straight at her again, Owen took a different approach. He portaled to her side, but she saw it coming and redirected his movements instead of trying to simply block them. He portaled to her other side.

Behind her, in front of her. To the side, to the front, behind, to the other side.

Her visions were flashing in quick succession, giving her just a few seconds notice before he appeared. Mary’s lungs seized.

She had to get out.

By some miracle, her cell phone was still on her kitchen counter where she’d left it. Mary ducked out of the way of Owen’s arm and grabbed him by the shoulder. Using his own momentum, she swung up and landed on his shoulders. He immediately dropped back, as if to slam her into the floor, but the shine of blue light alarmed her.

Mary yelled and pushed off his shoulders, launching herself a few feet back and beyond the boundaries of the portal.

She was getting tired, and that was dangerous. She needed to grab her phone and she needed to get out the door.

Owen appeared in front of her and threw a kick into her shin. There was a snap and Mary crumpled to the ground.

Mary rolled backwards further, her phone even more out of reach, but Owen’s kick missed her; the floor shuddered where he hit.

She didn’t have time for hesitation.

Reaching behind her, Mary grabbed the first thing she could reach. Some “coffee table book” that Rachel got her as part of a housewarming gift. She threw it at his face and dove passed him as he dodged it. She didn’t stop. With phone in hand, she sped through her front door and down the hall.

She needed to get out of his line of sight. Out of his line of sight and off in a direction he wouldn’t easily predict. But she barely had a head start and there weren’t many hallways in her apartment building.

Mary hit the last speed dial on her phone and held it to her ear as she crashed through the emergency stairwell and onto the landing.

Owen appeared through the door and grabbed her arm, then threw her down the stairs.

Taking a deep breath, Mary leaped over the railing. Two floors down, she reached out and caught the railing, stopping her fall and nearly pulling her arm out of socket with the stop in momentum.

She grit her teeth and pulled herself up and over. Through the door and back into a lower hall. Owen wouldn’t be familiar with the floors outside of hers. But she’d done a sweep through the apartments after she moved in, to know the best exits just in case.

“Hey Mary, what’s up?”

Maddie’s chipper voice came through the speaker, and Mary was glad to hear it.

“I need immediate back up.” She said, going straight for the phrase that would grab Maddie’s interest most. “Something is wrong with Owen. He’s- attacking me.”

“What? No, he-”

“I don’t exactly have a lot of time!”

The sound went muffled and it was clear that Maddie had pulled away from the phone, though Mary could still hear her voice.

“Connor, SOS at Mary’s place. Mach 5.”

Repulsors twanged through the speaker and Mary continued down the hall, through another stairwell, and down two more floors.

The front doors were in view, with a busy sidewalk outside. Mary wondered if he would be bold, or crazed enough, to attack her in public.

She rushed through the front doors and Owen grabbed her. They both disappeared into the black void.

Mary cut to a side door.

The door opened into an alley, there were a couple dumpsters to block her from being seen from the road, but she didn’t trust her deviation to keep Owen away for long. From the street, raised voices came, the sound of excitement and a child shrieking in delight. Mary heard repulsors.

Connor shot over her building, did one circle, and then spotted her in the alley. He dove down and landed next to her; his face plate de-materializing as he studied her face in concern.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Mary said. “I- I don’t know. He won’t say anything. He just-”

Having to put it into words, make it real, left Mary feeling almost more nauseated than the actual fight.

“It’s alright,” Connor said. He put a hand on her shoulder. “We’re going to figure this out and we’re going to set him right. Okay?”

Connor was yanked backwards into a wall of black and shining blue. When Owen materialized again, he was alone. Mary choked in shock and disbelief as he engaged with her once again. Elbows, kicks, getting more and more tired.

“Move!”

Mary grabbed Connor by the shoulders and swung him around. He immediately grabbed her back and launched into the sky. Owen managed to grab her shoe and Mary kicked him, losing it in the process.

And then they were above him, staring down. And that was that.

Until it wasn’t.

Owen portaled, jumping into the air himself. And jumped and jumped and jumped. He used constantly teleporting to raise himself into the air and follow them. Connor cursed behind his reformed face plate.

“Time to go.”

Mary watched Owen as he struggled; up and up and up. His face still impassive and unmoving.

His eyes were cold blue and empty; his jaw tense. There were- there were tear tracks running down his face.

Her stomach curdled.

Connor twisted away and put his back to Owen and his suit rippled as it shifted until it reflected the city around them and rendered him, and subsequently her in his embrace, invisible.

And then Connor shot off and Mary had to leave her heart behind; still flickering over her apartment complex.

#ink tag #friends oc #mary/owen #mindcontrol au #my writing #wish i was a bit better at fight choreography #but i tried #also i felt absolutely awful writing this #so pls keep that in consideration

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lauras-collection · 5 years ago

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More Than I Know [Part 10]

Tom Holland x female reader

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Summary: After what happened with Tom you hide away in your flat until Kate takes matters into her hands.

Words: 3k

Warnings: angst, fluff, maybe swearing?, nothing else I think (let me know if there is anything in there that I should add)

A/N: The final part is here. How crazy is that? Thank you all so much for reading! I will also be writing an epilogue. That should be up sometime next week :)

I hope you enjoy!

The next day you woke up around 10am with dried tears on your face. You reached for your phone and saw that you had several missed calls from Tom, as well as a bunch of messages. You couldn’t bring yourself to read them. You unlocked the phone to make the notifications go away but you were greeted by your home screen. It was one of the pictures you had taken with Tom and Tessa the day you had dinner with your parents. His lips were on your cheek as you leaned into him with one arm around Tessa as she looked into the camera. You quickly locked your phone again, throwing it to the other end of the bed. This was so stupid. How could you grieve about something that was never really a thing?

The repetitive vibration of your phone made you pick it up again. Tom was calling. You couldn’t talk to him. You were sure he was only going to make excuses. You had been at this point before. You were not going to give a guy that power over you anymore. You had learned from your mistakes. So after you let the call go to voicemail you blocked Tom’s number, his instagram, everything you could.

***

You knew you had to get groceries at some point. You had spent the whole weekend in bed. On Monday you finally took a shower and got dressed. Life around you didn’t stop. You had obligations. After work, you dragged yourself to Tesco closest to your flat to quickly get the things you needed so you could get back home. You purposefully avoided the aisle with all the magazines. While you would’ve had a look at them a week ago, just to see what the yellow press was saying, you tried to keep anything that reminded you of Tom as far away from you as possible now. But that was easier said than done. There weren’t a lot of things that didn’t remind you of him. If something didn’t make Tom’s face appear in your mind immediately, it made you think of something else that would.

What made things even worse was that you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing his face. Well, it wasn’t always his face but the red and blue Spider-Man suit was equally as torturous. Every store seemed to be selling Spider-Man: Homecoming and you couldn’t even do your weekly groceries without coming across the DVD or any type of merchandise at least five times.

***

You kind of locked yourself away in your flat, only leaving it when it was absolutely necessary. After you had declined your sister’s invitation for dinner at her and Daniel’s place for the third time she knew that something was off. She knew that you were hiding away and she was worried. So one Thursday evening she showed up at your door unannounced.

“Kate, what are you doing here?” You questioned her as she squeezed past you into your flat.

“Something is obviously wrong, and I’m here to let you talk about it.” You walked into the living room to snuggle back up into your blanket. Kate followed you and eyed you with a worried look on her face. “Don’t bottle up all your feelings. It’s just going to hurt even more. So are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

You tried. You really tried to keep your tears at bay but they just spilt out of your eyes.

“Oh, babes. C’mere.” She sat down next to you and pulled you into her embrace rubbing your back comfortingly. She could only assume that your current state had something to do with Tom. She was sure that had it been anything else he would be here. But she didn’t want to bring him up herself in case that would make you shut down again. So she just sat there comforting you. Waiting for you to calm down and tell her what happened.

When your tears finally subsided, you lifted your head to look at her.

“Tom and I kinda...Well, we broke up.” You knew you’d have to tell her eventually. You’d known from the start. But when you made the deal with Tom you didn’t expect to be in tears when you did so. You had envisioned telling your family in a calm and collected manner that it just didn’t work out between the two of you. Joke’s on you.

“What? Why? What happened.” You could see that she was starting to get sullen, the protective sister coming to the surface. “What did he do.”

“More like, what didn’t he do.” You muttered and Kate just raised her eyebrows.

“You need to help me out here. From what I’ve seen the guy was absolutely crazy about you. So how did he mess up that made you guys break up?”

“He’s not crazy about me and he doesn’t love me, he never did.” You protested. Could she stop making you think that he was actually into you?

“Of course he does. It was so obvious!” She softly said as she moved a strand of your hair behind your ear looking at you, trying to figure out what you were talking about.

“No, it was all an act, he’s an actor, Kate. It’s what he does.“

“You know what I think? I think that’s what you’re telling yourself to have an excuse to hate him.”

“No Kate. You don’t understand!” You were pressing the words out between your teeth, another wave of tears coming. You were so frustrated. You balled your hands into fists trying to fight away the tears.

“Explain it to me then. Y/N, you’re scaring me.” You had to tell her, there was no way out now.

“It was all fake, okay?” It finally burst out of you. “The whole relationship. Just a huge setup. We were never together. It was all just pretend and I was stupid enough to catch feelings for him.”

Kate was rendered speechless. Her mouth opened and closed but no words came out.

“Wow.” She let out after a moment. “I did not expect that.” She wanted to know more but tried to focus on the problem at hand. “And why are you so sure that he didn’t catch feelings for you, too? He may be an actor but there was genuine chemistry between you guys.” You were always amazed at the endless amount of optimism your sister seemed to have. After taking a deep breath you told her what had happened that night you visited him. When you were finished you saw that the gears in Kate’s head were turning, analysing the situation.

“And you didn’t let him explain himself?” She questioned.

“What for? So he could coax me into some kind of mind game as Joe did?” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/N, Tom is not Joe. And if he wanted to use you for sex, wouldn’t he have jumped at the opportunity?” Ok, she had a point. “I don’t know what the reasoning behind Tom’s behaviour is but I don’t think he’s the type of person that you make him out to be right now.”

You shrugged your shoulders. Maybe she was right. But you knew that you wouldn’t reach out to him. There was still a chance that Kate wasn’t right. And the fear that he had already forgotten about you was at the forefront of your mind.

***

In an attempt to cheer you up, Kate had ordered you to meet her at the coffee shop the next day. You weren’t really feeling like it, but you also didn’t want to argue with your sister. She just wanted the best for you and maybe it would be good for you to see something else for a change.

You impatiently drummed your fingers on the table. Kate was already ten minutes late, which was very unlike her. If she didn’t show up in the next five minutes you were going back to your flat. You stared at the ground, not interested in anything that happened around you. That’s why you noticed Tessa first, a surge of happiness flowing through your body at seeing the pup. But then you realised that at the other end of her light blue leash was Tom. He was already looking at you when your eyes travelled up his body and found his. You were about to grab your bag and rush the hell out of there but Tessa lay down on your feet as if to say ’Don’t run away!’

“Stay. Please.” Tom told you softly. “Hear me out.” You had never heard Tom’s voice with such determination. As you took a closer look at him you realised how tired he looked. The bags under his eyes were even worse than they had been after he had to take care of you the whole night and his hair was all over the place. That, combined with the sincere look on his face made you give in.

“Okay.” You nod slowly. “But not here.” You shot your sister a quick text to tell her that you were going back home before making your way out of the coffee shop, Tom and Tessa following close behind you. When you reached your building you turned to Tom.

“I’m not allowed to have any pets inside so you’ll have to sneak her in.” Tom nodded and picked the staffy up, poorly covering her with his jacket. Had the tension between the two of you not been so thick you would’ve laughed.

Once inside your flat, Tom let Tessa down and removed the leash from her collar. You quickly tried to tidy the place up a bit. You had not been expecting visitors. Realising that it was a hopeless cause you plopped down on the couch, motioning for Tom to do the same. He sat down next to you, nervously playing with his fingers.

“Let me start off by saying I’m sorry.” He finally said, his eyes moving to look at you. “I’m sorry I handled things the way I did. It was never my intention to hurt you. To make you feel like you weren’t enough.” Tessa came trotting towards the two of you and lay down between your feet. Tom looked at her for a moment. “I was so happy when you showed up at my house at 2.30 in the morning. It had been such a hectic day and seeing you just...It made everything better.” He smiled wistfully.

“But why did you want me to leave?” You asked and Tom quickly looked at you.

“I didn’t. I never said I wanted you to leave. You just up and ran away.” He pinched his eyebrows and you tried to recall the moment. You had been so full of emotions you weren’t sure what he had actually said and what you had interpreted into his words.

“And why didn’t you want to...you know.” you shrugged your shoulders and looked at Tessa, too embarrassed to look at him when you remembered the sounds he had drawn from your lips with his touch, just for him to push you away the next moment.

“Hey,” Tom said softly. “Look at me.” He took your hand in his and you tried to ignore the feeling of his skin on yours as you raised your eyes to his. “You were drunk, Y/N. I didn’t know if you were like this because you have the same feelings for me that I have for you, or if it was because you were drunk. What if you had woken up the next morning, either not remembering what happened or regretting it completely?”

“What do you mean when you say you have feelings for me?” You mumbled. If you were honest you hadn’t really heard a lot of what he said after that. He looked at you with that wistful smile again and moved a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I always wanted what my parents have. Find true love. But with my job... it’s not always easy. You never know if someone genuinely likes you for you or because you’re an actor, or famous or got a lot of money. But you, you always see me as just Tom. And every time something funny happens you’re the first person I want to tell. You’re the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night. Sounds corny but it’s true.” He paused for a moment and then he’s looking at you with the softest expression. “Y/N, I-I’m in love with you.”

You swear your heart stopped beating for a moment. You knew your eyes were probably watery again, but you paid them no mind.

“You really mean that?” You question him and Tom wants to punch Joe in the face for making you so sceptical.

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” The corner of his lips turns up into a lopsided smile. “I’m yours if you’ll have me.” The tears that had been building up finally escaped your eyes and you straddled his lap to wrap your arms around Tom, burying your face in his neck. You never thought you’d ever hear him say this. His arms moved around your waist and gently pulled you as close as possible. A few moments later you leaned back a bit so you could look at him. You wiped your tears away with the sleeves of your sweater before resting your hands on the sides of Tom’s face, just taking him in. You hadn’t seen him in so long and you hadn’t allowed yourself to really look at him so far.

“What’re you thinking about?” Tom questioned after a few moments of you just looking at him, trying to memorise every detail of his face.

“You.” You smile a little. “I didn’t know what I’d get myself into sitting down at a stranger’s table in my favourite coffee shop.” Your thumbs gently caressed Tom’s cheekbones and he closed his eyes for a moment enjoying being this close to you. “I’ve never met someone as amazing as you. You’re just... Honestly, you’re more than I know. I’ve always felt like I’ve been second choice. I mean, for the longest time I was wasting my time on somebody who didn’t really care about me. Even though we weren’t actually together, you showed me what it could be like. What it should be like. And I guess at some point the lines got blurred. And I fell in love with you.” Tom’s eyes snapped open at that. You were looking at him with a gentle smile and even though he had confessed his love earlier you were nervous about his reaction. But you didn’t need to be. Tom moved one hand to the back of your neck and pulled you closer, your forehead now touching his.

“I love you.” He whispered and you felt that fluttery feeling in your chest, that you experienced a lot when Tom was around.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you saying that.” Your nose lightly brushed against his.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Tom said and you both broke out into a grin, you closed the distance between you, finally pressing a kiss to his lips. Tom was quick to reciprocate, his open lips finding yours, finally tasting you again. Your hands slid into his soft hair as you pulled him even closer.

“I missed this.” Tom mumbled against your lips when you broke apart to catch your breath.

“Yeah?” You placed another kiss to his lips running your hand through his hair. It was now even more dishevelled than it had already been.

“Mhm. Missed you. So much.”

“I missed you, too.” You buried your face in his neck placing a peck on his skin. “I’m sorry I shut you out.”

“Don’t be. I understand. You were only protecting yourself.” He ran his hand over your hair before cradling the back of your head. You just sat there for a while, enjoying each other’s company, until your phone rang. You reluctantly moved away from Tom but stayed in his lap as you picked the device up from the coffee table. It was Kate. You swiped your thumb over the screen and held your phone up to your ear. leaning your head back on Tom’s shoulder. Before you could say anything Kate’s voice carried through the speaker.

“And? How did it go?” You scrunched your eyebrows together in confusion before you realised what she meant.

“You set this up?” You questioned and looked up at Tom with a raised eyebrow. He just shrugged with a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, I talked to him to see what his side of the story was and decided you guys need to hash things out. So?” You could practically see Kate bouncing in her seat, buzzing with curiosity.

“Yeah, we’re good.” You said and smiled at Tom. He placed a kiss on your forehead and ran his hand over your thigh, resting it on your hip.

“You’re good as in..?”

“As in I’m gonna hang up now to spend more time with my boyfriend.” You replied and heard Kate squeal on the other end.

“Okay, bye. Have fun!” She rushed out and the call disconnected.

“Boyfriend, huh?” Tom smirked and you widened your eyes.

“Yeah, I just assumed ...I’m sorry if-“ he interrupted you with a kiss.

“I’d love to be your boyfriend. For real this time.” He smiled and so did you.

“Good.” You kissed him again, a little more urging than before. “D’you want to stay the night?”

“Mhm. Yeah.” Tom nodded, his nose bumping into yours before his lips found yours again.

“Let me show you what you’ve been missing out on.” You mumbled against his lips.

Something that almost sounded like a growl left Tom’s lips as he stood up from the couch. You squealed and wrapped your legs around his hips, his hands supporting your butt. He carried you to the bedroom with quick steps, his lips never leaving yours.

Epilogue

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blahblahwritings · 5 years ago

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Like Father, Like Daughter.

A/N: Okay so I now have a bunch of requests to get through starting with this one. It didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped but still, I hope you like it anyway. Dad!Tony is a fave of mine though.

Words: 2223.

Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Adoption - is that a warning? - Happy ending.

It was coming up to two years since you’d started working at Stark Industries. After applying for an internship you found yourself, just doing coffee runs for engineers, scientists, agents, anyone. You were ridiculously over-qualified and frustrated but you were patient, waiting for your time to shine. That time came after six painfully long months.

Some of the smartest people you had met during your time there were fumbling over the maths for a particular experiment, none of them seeing the answer. That was when you parted them, took a marker from one of their hands and solved the whole thing on the flipside of the whiteboard they’d been using. You clicked the lid onto the pen with a satisfied smile and turned to find a mixture of baffled and shocked expressions. Pushing the pen into one of their chests, you clocked out, muttering something about being late for dinner. Word reached Stark that you’d left some of his best completely stunned and he quickly found you, taking you under his wing as his own apprentice. He bounced ideas off you, let you work on projects and even gave you your own workspace. You still fetched him coffee though.

The two of you had formed a close bond in the time you’d been working alongside each other and it wasn’t uncommon you would hang out at the Avenger’s compound, entirely for work purposes obviously. So here you were, sketching out blueprints for some new machine on the sofa in the main lounge. You had been working on them damn near all day and it was almost 9pm. Fighting back a yawn, you switched positions for the millionth time in the past hour, lying with your legs flung over the arm of the couch.

“Comfortable, kiddo?” Tony chuckled, his head appearing over the back of the sofa to look at you. A sleepy smile found its way to your face as you sat up, turning to him as he sat across from you. “Whatcha working on there?” He asked, holding out a hand for the tablet you held.

“A mechanism that should fix the problem you’ve been having with the new suit.” You explained as you gave him the sketches. He flicked through the layers, eyebrows raising. “I’m impressed, this could work.” You scoffed. “Don’t sound so surprised, I’ve fixed your shit more than a couple of times.” You laughed.

“Language. God I sound like Cap, I can’t be getting that old.” He shuddered causing you to snort out a laugh. Handing back the tablet, he stood. “You should get some rest, you go back home early tomorrow, remember?” With a roll of your eyes you stood, stretching. “You of all people can’t tell me to go to bed, I’ve brought you coffee at three in the morning before.” You cocked an eyebrow, smirking. He nodded, looking past you. “That's… unfortunately true. I really can’t win with you, huh?” His head tilted. “At least I know where you get that from.” He muttered under his breath. Your brows knitted together in confusion as he masked the flicker of panic on his face. “I’ve met your mom, stubborn and quick-witted.” He saved with a tight smile. Turning abruptly on his heel, he left hastily. Shaking the encounter from your head, you walked to the elevator, taking you to the living quarters.

You’d stayed up all night. Your eyelids felt like cheese graters as you blinked, eyes dry and tired. The blueprints were finished though and you had time to pack your bag before your trip home. But first, you wanted to give Mr Stark the plans.

Padding through the compound, backpack loosely slung over one shoulder, you clutched the tablet to your chest. You’d grabbed an apple on your way past the kitchen and lazily chewed at the fruit as you approached the work area two floors above. With a yawn, you left the elevator and rounded the corner to the engineering labs where he spent most of his time. The door was slightly ajar and you heard hushed voices coming from beyond. Not wanting to interrupt, you stood waiting outside. Your curiosity got the better of you, however, as you picked up pieces of the conversation.

“You need to tell her, Tony.” The Captain. Who was he talking about? Tell who what? “Y/n has a right to know that she’s your daughter, we can’t keep this hidden from her forever and the longer it goes on the more it's gonna hurt her.”

You dropped your half-eaten apple and watched it roll through the crack in the doorway. Your backpack soon followed, crashing against the tile floor. Daughter. That word repeated itself over and over in your head. You knew you were adopted, you remembered the day your parents took you from the group home when you were four and they never kept secrets from you. But Tony Stark? Your biological father? That seemed impossible.

The door swung open, breaking you from your stupor and revealing Tony, wide-eyed and struggling to form words. A few other members of the team stood in the room behind him, full of anticipation and you sucked in a breath. They all knew. You looked at him, dumbfounded as rage bubbled up inside you. Your jaw muscles clenched, your nostrils flared and you shook violently. He moved to place a hand on your shoulder but you batted him away and took a step back.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat. Moments passed without either of you making a move. “How long have you known?” You asked, voice trembling. Tears pooled in your eyes as you waited impatiently for an answer. “HOW LONG.” You screamed. Steve moved past Tony, stepping towards you slowly like you were a cornered animal. “Get the fuck away from me, Rogers.” The venom in your voice caused him to straighten up, mouth parting in shock.

“When you solved that problem a year and a half ago, I did some digging. Saw you were adopted and when I found the records weren’t sealed I-” He was cut off abruptly as you surged towards him. “You’ve known this entire god-damn time and you never told me?” You growled. “None of you told me.” Your voice broke, reality setting in as you scanned the other Avengers. They at least had the decency to look guilty. They were your friends, you thought you knew them. Yet they’d left you to live the lie.

You turned and grabbed your bag, throwing the tablet at Tony before sprinting down the hallway and into the elevator. You collapsed, body racking with sobs in the lift as it took you to the ground floor. Thats what he had meant last night. You thought. That he knew where I got it from.

The doors opened with a faint ding and you scrambled to your feet, the ground tearing away beneath you as you shot through the exit and into the open air. You dared not stop, the feeling of your feet thumping against the grass as you ran through the treeline became the only thing you could focus on.

You weren’t sure how long you had been running but the sun was fully above the horizon when you’d found a road. With lungs burning as you desperately sucked in breath after breath, you tried to formulate some kind of plan. You couldn’t take the thought of travelling back home with him and your head just screeched at you to run. Taking deep breaths, you began walking along the road, hoping to find a gas station or a bus that you could ride into town.

You’d reached home nearly six hours later, hitchhiking with an older couple from Brooklyn. Arriving at the door to your parent’s place, you fumbled for the keys in your backpack. Every fibre of your being ached and cried out for sleep. All you’d eaten was half an apple and you were on your feet for miles. Before your keys slid into the lock, the door was ripped open.

“Y/N, sweetie, where on Earth have you been? We’ve been worried sick about you.” Your mother, Jules, asked as she pulled you into a hug. David, your dad appeared from the kitchen and quickly made his way over to you, enveloping his girls in a bear hug. “I’m so glad you’re home, Stark rang us to say you’d ran off upset this morning and couldn’t find you. What were you thinking? Anything could’ve happened to you.” He rambled, voice muffled by your dark brown hair one of the similarities between yourself and Mr Stark.

The mention of his name made your knees give out beneath you. Another wave of betrayal washed through your chest and you howled in the dim light of the corridor. Both parents tried to make sense of what happened as you talked between sobs, the truth rendering them entirely speechless.

“Sweetheart, we love you so much, he may be your biological father but we are your family. They should never have kept that from you. I’m at a loss.” Your mom tried to reassure you as she slid down the wall to sit beside you. Slinging an arm around your shoulders, she pulled you into her side. Your father brought you your favourite homemade chicken noodle soup. All the crying made you forget just how hungry you were.

Once you’d finished, you stood, thanking them for everything and going to your bedroom for some much needed rest.

Tony had been a wreck the past couple of weeks. He slept even less than he usually did, he made more mistakes in his work and he was quiet. He hated not having you around messing with him, taking excessive coffee breaks or seeing you get excited after a breakthrough. The labs were hauntingly silent without your presence.

Cap stopped him as he tried to run after you, to explain why he didn’t want to tell you and beg for your forgiveness. “Give her time.” He’d said. It felt like months since the argument but also like it was yesterday. Time had escaped him much like you did. A glance at the clock told him it was 6pm. If he left now in a suit he would make it to your place in half an hour. Has it been long enough? He asked himself. Part of him didn’t really care, he just wanted to see you and to talk this out. Screw it.

When he landed outside your apartment building, he was in half the mind to turn and head straight back to the compound. He didn’t deserve a daughter as smart and brilliant as you were. Why had he even bothered coming here its not like you would forgive him. But, somehow, he found himself knocking on your parent’s door, armour disappearing into the bands around his wrists.

The sound woke you from a nap on the sofa, the TV playing quietly in the background. You rubbed your eyes and stretched before standing, trudging your way to the door. Your dad was at work late tonight but your mom peeked her head out from her place in the kitchen as you answered.

“Who is it, honey?” She asked, unable to see at the awkward angle. You simply stepped aside, allowing Tony Stark into your home. Looking to you, she cocked her head in an unspoken question. You’d answered with a nod and a tight smile, knowing this would have to happen at some point. With a reassuring smile, she wandered back into the kitchen, giving the two of you space to talk.

“I just wanted a chance to explain myself, you don’t have to forgive me or come back to work with me, I just- I needed to tell you why.” He began. At your silence, he continued. “I knew you had a happy family life here, I didn’t want to cause any kind of conflict within that by telling you. I also didn’t want you too wrapped up in working with me because what I do? The Avenger part? It’s dangerous and I didn’t want to put you in harm's way.” A long sigh. “I understand why you were angry and I don’t fault you for that. You did have a right to know and I should’ve told you earlier rather than drag it out so long. You could’ve made your own decisions then. Just know that I am sorry.”

You weren’t expecting such a clean and well structured apology. “Did Steve help you write that?” You replied, looking up from the ground, mouth turned up in a small smile. He scoffed and shook his head. “I should’ve known you’d come back with something like that.” His whole body seemed to relax. “Well, I guess I get my wit and sarcasm from you.” Tilting your head slightly, you let out a chuckle. “I’ve had time to process it and think about it all and I’ve talked my parents’ ears off about it. I do want to come back to work with you but I think it’s best to just take baby steps. I can work from home for a little while and we can discuss things over father-daughter coffee dates. Sound good?” You offered, desperate to patch this up and build a real connection with him.

“That sounds perfect.”

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 5 years ago

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Off Day: Twenty

At a day past your due date on Christmas Eve, you’re miserable. The only blessing is that at least, it’s cold and you aren’t sweating. Bucky, god love him, had tried. And tried, and tried a few more times to put you in labor. No dice. Your little one, was, apparently as stubborn as both of their parents.

Bucky tried to be patient, waiting for you to get ready. Jack and Judy had just been by to drop off presents for all of you. They were getting out of town for a few days, reassuring you that they were just fine and that they wouldn’t be missed at the hospital. “Baby,” Judy said kissing your forehead, “It’ll be okay. You’re gonna have so many people in there trying to hold the baby you’ll want to start throwing people out.” She’d laughed and hugged you gently before pulling away to pet your belly, “They’ll still be all wrinkly when we get back.” Jack kissed your head and informed Bucky he had money on him fainting before making him promise he’d take the best care of you.

Bucky glanced at the clock and texted his mom to let her know you’d be late, reassuring her that everything was fine, you were just moving a little slow before going up to check on you.

“Baby?” he called, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, stretching your back trying to ease a cramp, “I’m almost ready. I just need help with my boots.”

Bucky smiled softly and crossed the floor to kneel in front of you, taking a moment to rub your feet gently. The swelling never really seemed to go all the way down anymore and walking usually hurt no matter what shoes you wore. You sigh in relief at the touch and he rests his forehead on your belly lovingly, “I can do that, Beautiful,” he hummed, “And when we get home tonight we’ll try and see if we can’t put you in labor.” He kissed the swell and chuckled, “I’m getting impatient. He kisses the little hand that pushes outward, nuzzling softly then help you into your boots carefully. That done, he helps you into your coat and down the stairs cautiously. In the back of his mind, he makes a note to keep an eye on your back pain. And makes a note to text Nat to make sure there’s hot chocolate for you. He’s thankful that you’d put your foot down and said you’d make the rounds on Christmas eve, but Christmas day you wanted to stay home. You wanted it to be restful. Or at the very least you wanted to be home and comfortable and just be cuddled within an inch of your life. You looked so tired Bucky almost want to just call everyone and say you weren’t coming then put you back to bed.

Still. His mom and sisters are excited to see you. His mom gives Bucky a few quiet, very helpful pieces of advice he can use when he gets you home from the hospital, and his sisters, bless them, make you open all the onsies they bought and wrapped individually. Saying goodbye takes forever as the girls won’t stop petting your tummy. They’re very, very excited. Especially now that they know you’re going to be bringing the baby with you to work, at least while they’re small and portable. By the time you do leave, it’s snowing harder and Bucky makes sure to steady you on the slick spots. Partly to be able to touch you but mostly because, at this point, not being able to see your feet and hurting that bad makes falling a very real possibility. And a dangerous one. He’d scared himself really early on. Looking up everything that could possibly go wrong. All the ways you could lose the baby that you had no control over. It had made him very careful. Following doctor’s orders to the letter and making sure you had everything you could ever need or want. At least, he reflected with a soft smile, he’d gotten his freaking out, out early. As anxious as he was for the birth, nothing could compare to the long hours he spent scaring himself to death late at night when he’d had nightmares and couldn’t go back to sleep. He helped you up like always, taking a second to kiss your belly. “How’s your back feel?” he hummed.

“Not any worse, but no better,” you sigh.

“Consistent pain or does it come and go?”

“Constant,” you murmur, squirming, trying to get comfortable.

Bucky frowns, “Well darlin’,” he murmurs, “What do you want to do? Do you want to go to the hospital? Home? Or finish our rounds then do one of those things?”

“We’ll finish everything up,” you tell him, kissing him softly, “I really want tomorrow to ourselves. I’m just about at my wits end with people.”

Bucky chuckles, “I know, baby. It’s okay. Just let me know if anything changes okay? We’ll go straight to the hospital if it gets any worse. Any change, okay? I know they said at your appointment today you were probably gonna have to be induced but still.”

“Bucky, we’re okay,” you tell him, stealing a kiss, “Let's just get this done, okay?”

“As you wish, Princess,” he chuckles, going to get into the driver’s seat.

Bucky is usually a careful driver when he has a passenger but right now, he drives like a little old lady, a fact that’s fun to tease him about.

“Gotta keep my precious cargo safe,” he answers, unruffled. Turning his head and grinning at you for a moment before reaching over to rest his hand on your stomach. It also gave him a second to glance over his shoulder. He was pretty sure he was being followed. There was a black truck that had been following him for the last few miles. He didn’t like it. He just didn’t want you to know about it. You didn’t need the stress. As much as he wanted you to go into labor, he really didn’t want your water to break on the front seat of his truck. He could see them speeding up and braced himself. Ready to try and keep himself on the road and keep you safe. Several things, in the moment before impact popped into his head. One was that he was gonna need an ambulance. Two was that he had to get a message to his gang. He was gonna need backup. And a medic to see to you until the ambulance got there. So he messaged Nat and trusted that she’d get them all moving.

The second was that you were going to be terrified. “Baby,” he said calmly, “Just trust me, okay? Rumlow has guys behind us. I can protect you but I don’t want you to look.”

You don’t get a chance to answer. The black truck behind you slams directly into your side of the truck and Bucky has about a quarter of a second to control the slide down the embankment. He cuts the engine and takes, quick stock, kissing you softly and throwing his jacket over you to protect you from the shattering glass as a bullet hits the back window, “I love you,” he said, pulling his pistol out of the glove box. He needs to call 911 but there’s no time. You could be hurt. The baby could be hurt. But first he had to get the three of you out of this mess.

He’s never been so happy to hear Clint’s loud ass truck or Steve yelling orders. He returns fire and tries not to worry about what you’re gonna think about him. He just wants you safe, anything else he can worry about after you’ve been checked out. The bullet that hits his shoulder makes him cry out and you whimper, too scared to make any other sound.

Nat sneaks around and slides down the embankment, opening the door and sliding in with you, “Hey,” she murmurs, “It’ll be okay. We have cops on the way, okay? The ambulance is gonna take a minute because of the roads. Lots of wrecks today.

“Bucky-” you pant looking towards him and Nat grabs your chin gently. “Don’t look,” she said softly, “Contractions?”

“I think so,” you pant as she takes your hand, now very aware that she’s kneeling in a puddle. She whistled softly and smiled, “Jesus this little one had good timing. Just hang on sweetheart. Okay? Help’s coming.”

Outside, bullets are still flying and lights are flashing as cops take over, assessing the situation and listen carefully to Steve saying that Bucky’s been shot and there’s a woman currently in labor. Sam gets Bucky stable and has Nat help you to the back seat of Bucky’s truck so you can lie down. “Sorry, babe,” he says, “I gotta know what’s going on, I don’t think we have much time before I’m gonna have to play catcher.”

You nod and cry out making Bucky’s heart race as he rubs your shoulders, trying to give you what comfort he can. Sam is as gentle as he can be as he takes a look between your legs and whistled softly, “Shit, baby girl we really don’t have time. This baby is coming like now. Guess they wanted to know what was going on out here.” You whimper and Bucky takes your hand, taking a towel and some hand sanitizer from a cop, gently but Firmly telling them he had it under control when the cop that tried to help went pale.

“Y/N, on the count of three I need you to push, okay?”

“I can’t,” you whimper, scared and in pain.

“Yes you can,” Bucky encouraged, lacing his fingers through yours, “C’mon princess. Push,” he said when Sam counted down.

It doesn’t take long for the baby to slide into Sam’s waiting hands and a moment after that for that first cry to be the sweetest sound Bucky had ever heard.

“It’s a girl,” Sam said laughing, bundling her into the towel quickly to protect her against the chill.

Paramedics take over then, hustling to get all three of you taken care of. Bucky lets them take the bullet out but won’t be moved from your side, not until he knows his girls are safe and everything is okay. He kisses you tenderly and wipes away tears as someone hands you the baby, “She’s beautiful,” he murmurs, “Just like her ma.”

“How’s your shoulder?” you ask, worried.

“It’s fine,” he soothes, “It’s all fine. It’s just gonna hurt like a bitch for a while.” He kisses your head and lets them load you and the baby into an ambulance to be checked out and declines one himself, letting Steve drive. He felt a strange sense of peace watching Rumlow and his heavy hitters getting loaded into body bags. He knew that they’d be back in some form but for now, the infighting and general chaos would render them mostly useless. You were safe. And that was all he cared about. You were safe and he had a daughter. A healthy baby girl was waiting for him to get cleaned up so he could hold her and he couldn’t wait to say hello.

“What’d you name the baby?” Clint asked waiting to catch him in case he lost his footing on the step into Steve’s jeep.

“Kaitlyn,” he said smiling a little, “Kaitlyn Angelea.”

Nat smiled, “Not Noel? Lame,” she groused, “At least her middle name would have a good story.”

“Nat,” Sam laughed, “How many fucking babies born today were born in the middle of a shoot out?”

Bucky looked at Steve, “Can you take me to see my girls please?”

“Our girls,” Steve corrected, laughing, “Sorry, Buck. You’ve got to share.”

“Fine,” he sighed, “At least I get primary custody.”

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lunatunacat-14 · 5 years ago

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This was requested by MeatballsAreYummy on wattpad I hope they enjoy this!!♡

>[Warning: bad language/Cussing, mentioned suicide attempt, very lazy and rushed, not edited]

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"Get the hell away from me you abomination!!!"

Error, the fearless Destroyer of worlds yelled at some harmless cat. The glitches covering his eyes, rendering him blind at the moment. As his blue strings were hanging helplessly from his finger tips. The cat instead of listening, continued to trot closer to the black skeleton. Meowing complaints at him, as it did.

You see earlier he was doing his job, destroying another pointless AU. But he somehow got distracted, and this monotone colored cat with yellow-red eyes. Took the chance to paw at his leg, and of course startling the Destroyer in response. Howling up at the skeleton, obviously wanting something. Error just jumped away from the wild creature, tieing it up in his blue strings. He was intending on killing the thing straight up, but the voices yelled at him to not kill the cat. And he really didn't want a headache just because, he killed some stupid cat. So he put the thing down and told it to just go away, it didn't. Just like that worthless Protector, it just didn't leave him alone. Part of him liked the attention, but the other part didn't.

So that is where we are now.

The cat look at Error with an annoyed look, its tail flickering around to match its mood. Though Error couldn't see to well with the glitches in his face.

It suddenly grabbed one of the stray strings with its mouth and pulled on it. It didn't do much to move the glitch, but he did feel the pull from his string.

"What the fuck do you want cat!!"

Error yelled, very clearly not happy to be bothered by this animal. Couldn't it just go bother someone else?

The cat only meowed in response, Error groaning. Obviously this was going to be much harder then he thought. Wait, why doesn't he just kill it again? Oh right, the voices. Speaking of voices, here they are now.

Maybe it wants food?

How about you give it something to eat?

I suggest you try giving the cat some food Error, maybe I'll leave you alone if you feed it?

Some helpful voices gave Error the idea of maybe feeding the cat. What does a cat eat anyway? Chocolate? He likes chocolate so why wouldn't the cat, was what the Destroyer thought. He could hear the fant complaints of the voices, he decided to ignore them.

The cat meowed impatiently, pulling on one of the blue strings again. Error looked down at the cat, feeling around in his pockets to see if he still had chocolate in them. He did, so he pealed the rapper and put it in front of the cats face.

"What about this? Do you like chocolate?"

The cat sniffed the chocolate, before meowing up at Error again. This cat thankfully wasn't an idiot, and didn't want the chocolate. Much to the voices relief.

Error was a little disappointed, but more chocolate for him he guessed as he eat the chocolate himself. He wasn't going to let this go to waste. Now to find this cat something I'll eat, he thought.

Error eventually got the cat something to eat, he didn't know what it was. But the cat seemed happy. Though when it finished, it still didn't leave him alone. It just followed him around, even to other AUs. Right now they were in outertale.

Error was angrily knitting some mini blue scarf, while the cat was rolling around in the grass nearby. Sometimes nibbling on it as well. Error thought that it was kinda cute but he would never admit to anyone, not even the cat.

It didn't take the cat long to get bored and run back to Error, meowing as it lightly pawed at his thigh. Error didn't glitch out too badly, thankfully.

"What do you want now cat?"

Error said, never looking away from his work. The monotone cat didn't like the lack of attention. So it jumped straight into Errors lap, the ladder flinching. Not expecting the cat to do such an action.

Through Errors shock, the cat spun around before laying down. Purring softly. Though he didn't know that.

The Destroyer started glitching at the contact, and the weird sound it was making. Glitches began to fill his eyes again.

What is that sound? Why is the cat vibrating? Is it having a soul attack? And many other questions alike went through his head. The voices laughing at his ignorance.

Don't worry Error, the cat is fine.

Yeah, it's only purring because its happy!!

Purring? Happy? Error thought confused, that is the sound the cat is making. The glitches calm down, at knowing that the cat was indeed not going to explode and was simply just happy.

That makes sense he guesses, but the cat being happy near him. Now that is a laugh, who or what would ever be happy about being near him of all monsters. Though the thought of something even being remotely happy near him, made him smile a little. As he continues on with the mini scarf he was making.

Which thankfully didn't take long to make, considering how small it was now what to do with it? He thought for a second before his mismatched eyes landed on the seemingly sleeping cat on his lap. Maybe it would like it? With that he softly poked the cat, it meowing a yawn as it looked up at Error. It's yellow-red eyes looking into Errors, though it soon looked at what he was holding. The Destroyer let the cat sniff the scarf he just made, before he put it on the little monochrome cat.

The cat softly patted at the end of the scarf, it deeming the scaf to be okay and safe. It laying back down, purring softly as it closed its eyes. Blepping happily.

Error couldn't help but Aww, though he stopped himself quickly from doing so. There was no way he was going to show this side of him. He would never hear the end of it if the squid somehow found out, let alone the cat. Maybe he should find a place where it could hide if it really did want to stay with him, because he knew that the anti-void would not be a good place for an animal. Error began to subconsciously pet the cat, which it very much liked. So when he did notice, he just kept petting it. Though the contact wasn't that pleasent, it made the cat happy. So he could ignore it.

Maybe having something to take care of wasn't going to be so bad, the Destroyer thought. A very small smile on his face, as the little cat purred.

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Error groaned as he came back from another pointless battle to keep the balance, god he hated his job. The blood shed, the torture, the insults, everything. If he could end his life he would, but he couldn't even do that right. One of his hands faintly touched his neck, flashes of when he first attempted. It didn't go as planned. One of Nightmares goons found him and brought him back to the castle. Error would be lieing if he said he didn't miss being with them a little. They didn't treat him like trash.

But none of that is important now, he had his little Mistake. Which he had eventually called the cat. He enjoyed the animals company, and hes sure the cat feels the same.

One thing he learned was how much the cat enjoyed playing with his blue strings, and sometimes it would even play fetch. He remembers the first time they played, it was honestly a surprise to Error.

It was a normal day for the two, Error was just knitting mindlessly. While the cat or rather Mistake was messing around with some rock it found. They both were chilling in Outertale, as that is where Error decided to stay for the sake of the animal next to him. He couldn't circum this animal to that kind of torture, that the anti-void was. Though he does worry someone will figure out hes here, especially the Star sanses. Error groans just thinking about them, blueberry was okay. But I only him. The other two he didn't really like, especially Ink. Oh how he hated him.

He began to struggle with his knitting needles, his hands shaking out of anger as he thought about how annoying his enemy was and still is. How idiotic, he didn't understand how people even liked him. He was just using everyone for his own sick game, that stupid, soulless freak!

The Destroyer screeched out of anger, as he lunged his knitting needles forward. Glitching harshly. Though his anger was soon put aside when pet felt the cat paw at him, one of the needles in its mouth. Putting it down in front of Error, it's pupils dilated with excitement. As its tail swing around playfully. It definitely was a cute but confusing. Did it want him to throw the needle? He picked it up, him noticing the cat backing up and getting into a half pounce pose.

"Do you want this?"

Error asked the cat shaking the needle, before throwing it again. The cat chasing after it will a meow, before bringing it back to Error. They continued doing this for a while, though eventually Error got tired and had to end their litte game. Putting the knitting needles away, as they both walked to their shared home in Outertale.

That day was truly interesting, Error thought before a meow of attention dragged his eyes to the cat now jumping up onto the couch. Purring as it rubbed its head against Errors hand, he petting the cat in return. At this point he hat gotten used to the little animals touch, he liked the warmth of the cats fur coat. It had such a pretty pattern too. He smiled, as he brought the cat onto his lap. It purring happily in response, as it made itself comfortable. Error continuing to pet its soft fur, as they both enjoy each others company happily.

Such a cute little Mistake.

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inazumashiko-archived · 5 years ago

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because all of this is only possible thanks to @idonthaveabackstory, it is a gift for his wonderful author, the lovely Kara.

Shiko had been several hours well into dull paperwork, drowsing trade agreements from the provinces she had to go over before the meeting at the end of the week, and just the usual onceover of the palace advisors on the things that needed revising, when the door to her office opened. She didn’t look up from the sheet of paper currently between her fingers, though, expecting Niko or any of the advisors to interrupt her if it was something urgent, or wait if it wasn’t.

Silence filled the room as she finished the reading. A hand moved on it’s own towards her cup, taking a sip only to find the coffee much too cold. She heated it up automatically, as her other hand marked just a few changes that needed to get done, and placed the paper on a neat pile to her side. When she looked up, her lips stretched into a smile over the brim of the now steaming porcelain. One like only her children managed to pull from her.

Everything on her desk was instantly pushed from her mind, as she took in the look of her youngest, Hikori. Hands neatly folded on his lap, the boy was perfectly sitting on one of the chairs across from hers; all the way on the backrest, his feet were on the air, their movement the only note of his impatience. Her chest warmed at her baby’s calm demeanour, so much like his father, like her brother even.

Her children knew they could come to the office whenever they needed of her, and were nothing if not polite with not abusing of it, or waiting for Shiko to finish her work before addressing their concerns, but there were varying levels for it of course. Had it been Raeden on the chair, well- there had been sparks flying around the room in the past.

Shiko made her way around the desk, kneeling in front of his chair, hands taking Hikori’s little ones in hers. He was always so cool, she took a hand to his chubby cheek, thumb caressing over the messy brow that was clearly from his dad’s side. “What are you doing here, baby?”

“We’re having a tea party, and I’m bait.” He announced, proudly, and so very innocently, Shiko laughed. Gold splattered, green eyes, tightened with his grin, when he joined her.

“Is that so?” She shook her head, standing and picking him up to fix at her hip. “I’m not sure you were meant to say that part, sweety, but I’m glad you did. Come, let’s go find that party.” Hikori leaned his head on her shoulder, a hand finding a lock of hair behind her neck, keeping it safely between his fingers.

It would seem his siblings thought he’d get the job done, get her out of the office to play, and they weren’t wrong, work was definitely forgotten for the day. Being the little one, he often got away with a lot more than the other two rascals, that had already found ways to try and exploit their prince and princess condition.

Shiko found Niko waiting out the door, and asked her to put the office in order, giving word not to be disturbed on what remained of the day, unless it was urgent.

It didn’t take long for Shiko to find the spot, if it wasn’t for the lovely blend scent of the tea, for the poorly hushed voices of her kids. Hikori squirmed in her grasp, and she let him down on the floor to run the rest of the way out to the little decked garden. A surprise it was then, good thing she needn’t feign happiness with anything that involved her babies. And yet, she found herself genuinely gasping, a soft, happy sound, when she got to the door.

“Mako.” Shiko’s heart flipped in her chest at the sight of her husband, which was silly, considering she’d seen him less than twelve hours ago. But he had that effect on her still, even after all these years, a wedding, three kids, and waking up to him every single day.

But for one, she thought he’d be out until dinner time, and then- how could she not lose her breath when he was like this; red all around him in the form of his stunning regalia, and their three kids, clinging to him with nothing but love and adoration in their eyes. She’d never tire of this sight.

“Fire Lord, so nice of you to join us.” He greeted her. The kids scrambling to their feet to hug at her middle, Shiko locked eyes with her husband; hers, warm with emotion, his, a dangerous mix of love and fire, and she had to shake her head to clear it from the thoughts that incited. Terrible, terrible man. She’d deal with him later.

“Hello, my darlings.” Shiko stooped to greet each of the kids, a shower of kisses and tickles, until they surrendered, before moving to brush a soft kiss on Mako’s lips, kneeling on the other side of the squat table.

Tea was a lovely and fun affair, as it usually was. Mako served it, the kids filled the air with stories and anecdotes, and their mouths with pastries, and Shiko watched everything unfold around her in a blissful state.

Raeden, already in her last year of primary school, sat cross legged to Shiko’s right, between Mako and her. She was the spark; fire, and lightning, free and confident, and so charming already. Her tutors said she’d get everything she wanted in life, now if she could only manage to sit still for the whole of a lesson… She talked about her training, the last letter she’d received from her uncles, and added a couple of well placed comments and eye rolls at her brother’s stories, so reminiscent of Azula, Shiko could hardly scold her for it.

To her left, Tatsuya sat properly on his knees, his back straight, and his words much more hand picked than his sister’s, albeit less elaborate, given the five years she had on him. He was the equanimity; focus and thought, poise and traditions, and had his father’s quality to enchant a room full of the most venomous ministers. He was excited about school, about learning more, and having homework, and he was actually excited about his royal lessons.

On her lap, Hikori made active use of his toddler’s half tongue, talking about all and everything, and trying out the words he heard that caught his attention. Every once in a while, he’d get stuck on one of them, repeating it until it lost all meaning, and got them all laughing at his excitement. He was calmness; balance and breathing, freshness and strength. He was their little earth baby, already showing signs of his element being that of his uncle, having little pebbles react to his tantrums.

Soon enough, the tea turned into dinner, and then it was time to go to bed. Mako dismissed the governess for the night, and they prepared the kids for bed themselves, Tatsuya’s room the place to take the party to next.

Raeden and Tatsuya tucked in the middle of the massive bed, little Hikori snuggled to Mako’s chest on one side, and Shiko started to read the story for the night on the other. It was one of spirits and adventures, and every so often Raeden made fire figures in the air to represent the characters. Hikori would squeal each time, Tatsuya scoff something along the lines of ‘show off’, and Shiko would catch Mako’s warm eyes over the cover of the book. Their family, her smile told him, this was their wonderful family.

Somewhere along the way, the day caught up with her, and she fell asleep. She was woken up by her husband’s rich voice, reading the end of the story to her two eldest, Hikori snoring softly between Mako’s arms.

A kiss on each forehead, Shiko stood, Mako doing the same, putting the book back into its place on the shelf. She stayed by the end of the bed, warm arms wrapping around her middle, she smiled and leaned back into Mako’s chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Can you believe we made them?” She often asked that question, especially when the three were together, and calm. Their faces relaxed, chests rising and falling slowly, a mess of hair, and little limbs all over the bed.

“It is pretty amazing.” Mako’s answer was soft, almost reverential, as if to say he really couldn’t. Soon they’d be too big for this, Raeden would be at least, and yet, it seemed only yesterday, when each had been put in her arms for the first time. It was ridiculous, the amount of love she could fit within herself for her babies.

With a soft kiss to her cheek, Mako laced their hands together, and led her out of the room, to their own, on the other end of the wing. Shiko leaned into his shoulder, her free hand toying with the golden trim at the hem of his robe.

“Wait, don’t-” She stopped his motions when they reached the suite, Mako’s fingers halting midwork of unfastening his robe. The way the right corner of his lips curled up told on her.

“Yes, my Lord?” He teased, a thumb brushing over her cheek, that burned all the way to the depths of her belly. And suddenly Shiko was not the Fire Lord anymore, but a much too shy princess again. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and her skin was aflame, blushed all over most likely than not. “Anything I can do for you?”

“Just- don’t take it off just yet.” Shiko liked to believe her voice sounded confident, even when it’d been but a whisper. He just rendered useless.

Her eyes took him in, the fine silks hugging his body perfectly, the darkened tangerine of his eyes, and the tiny lines at the sides of his eyes. Her fingers moved to trace them, and then up, to tangle in his hair, where some graying strands where slowly showing. He let her examine him, smiling with a confidence she had out to the public, but not in a private setting, not with him. Not when a single press of his hand on the small of her back had her gasping.

“Found anything you like, Shiko?” Mako asked, but didn’t let her answer, fingers closing around her chin, pulling her up for a kiss that left her breathless, and alight.

When she gathered her thoughts again, she was in bed with him, warm and contented between his arms, tracing lazy patterns on his abdomen.

“Everything, Mako.” She breathed softly to the skin of his chest, and slowly drifted to sleep.

#char.#idonthaveabackstory #v; loose shiko #have all the love I can't fit in my body anymore

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Mango Love - Krii7y

It was a normal noon at College, Students wondering around campus paying little to no attention to their surroundings some sipping drinks, readings a text book in prep of a test the next day, talking and hanging with friends or just looking at their phone. The weekend was around the corner.

"John, get out here already we're gonna be late for the gathering Jesus!" yell a ready to go Craig. Their friend Vanoss decided they should have a get together, all the guys have been busy with either their jobs or classes so he suggested they meet up at his dorm and have a 'Guys night'. Which just meant they were probably gonna get a tad drunk and play random games. "I’m coming don’t get your dick in a bunch." John replied trying to fix his tanium hair in the bathroom mirror. He had thrown on a random blue flannel and a white shirt with ripped jeans, light baby blue nail polish tacked on his nails. Once satisfied with his look John walked outta the bathroom straight to the corner of the room near the couch were they toss their shoes. Craig was waiting rather impatiently at the door with their part of the refreshments they were meant to bring to the gather. They all had to bring at least one kind of item to the dorm, rather it be drinks a game or even random party supplies such as silly string. They all planned to stay the night at Van's dorm so they could do what ever they wanted without the need of going back to their individual housings.

As John kicked on a pair of short heeled boots he stood to face the man tapping his foot in annoyance of the wait. "Johnny Boy looking rather nice for heading to a dorm room with Assholes." Craig snickered and he looked at his friend's clothing then looking him in the face with a smirk. "Who you trying to impress, the walls?" he said raising his eyebrow at John as John rolled his eyes. "I mean the walls are pretty cute." he joked along side Craig. "Yeah Yeah, But really whats with the niceness of-" he said waving his hand at John's attire "this?". "Well if you MUST know, ya snoopy prick, Smits gonna be there." John replied matter of fact-ly. Craig chuckled at him and just waved him to the door knowing wasting anymore time would make them late. They grabbed their share of drinks and headed out the room, talking slightly while walking to their friends dorm which was on a higher floor of build.

On the Walk Craig Teased John a little for why he was dressed nice. Knowing fully well the nail polish sporting male fancied the Slight Younger guy that goes by Smit. Smit never went by a real name and all teachers and class mates called him 'Smit' or 'Milky Boy' as his friends say. John didn't mind the slight teases, joining in on some just for the hell of it. On the way to their destination they met half way with a few of their friends. Ohm and Cartoonz were the first they ran into while heading to the elevator. They had bought a load of Silly String with Light snacks, they went on about how they were gonna try and make a silly string mask while one of the others were asleep. Next was Tyler who was a floor above them, sporting Vodka glasses. Jiggly, Scot, and Marcel had a bunch of random things, Marcel and Scot had to call jiggly to help carry some of their stash which is how they ended up meeting the others. Delirious, Moo, Nogla and Terroriser were already in the dorm setting up when the others arrived.

It was around 8 pm when they all had everything set up; Games in the small living roomish area on their coffee table, Drinks and Alcohol in the Mini Kitchen, Snacks on the Counter scattered out and every other Random thing brought in a bag on the floor next to the couch. Craig went off with Vanoss to the hallway outside the room to order pizza after getting everyone's request written on a little sticky note. Smit had yet to arrive to Johns disappointment, He had Texted Vanoss explaining he was gonna be late to which he told the rest. In the dorm room Thing were slightly starting to kick off, Nogla declared a uno battle between Him Ohm Terroriser and Moo, The losers had to down 1 shot of Vodka each. The other guys just stared at the 2 settings up an uno game, some of the guys brought their laptops for games as they did have them for a reason.

Just as the first round of Uno , that didn't happen to last long, came to a end Vanoss and Craig walked back in with a third head to the pair. Everyone turned to the door besides the 4 on the ground who were laughing at Ohm who lost the round for him and Terroriser due to ohmming it. Smit pushed through the 2 standing in front of him which only caused them to giggle, He slightly yelled 'Yeet' while holding up 2 bottles of Mango Rum. Everyone joined in on the giggling. Smit was no taller than most of the group, being the shorted one by far, which made his small self look like a kid who just won a prize. John stared at the male and just smiled slightly to himself. Smit noticed him and laid the drinks on the counter, then happily walked over to his friend.

After Ohm and Terroriser downed a shot each Terroriser yelled at Nogla for a rematch. The rest of the guys booted up their laptops and got on scribbl.io. After a few more rounds of those games the pizza had arrived, Hearing a knock at the door Vanoss offered to get it seeings how everyone else was to busy with their yelling to even notice. Getting the pizza and laying it on the table Vanoss proceeded to yell at the guys in his living room that dinner was here and if they didn't come get it then it's their fucked. John jumped up from his spot on the couch where him, Smit and Craig had took to play their rounds. Smit watched him get and followed shorty after, Craig the last to get off the couch as it was his turn in Scribb.io.

While eating pizza, Smit got up and asked someone if they wanted some of that rum he brought. John Shook his head as the others either declined or said they'd get some after they ate. Shrugging off the replies, Smit walked to the counter and grabbed to small glasses for him and John. John watched Smit has he pored the drinks, enjoying the site of his friend and to one level crush. Getting lost in thought he almost completely looked over the fact Smit had caught him gazing over his direction. Craig noticed John's lost-but-lovingish stare at Smit, like a Dog with his favorite toy, and couldn't help but chuckled. He Nudged John who popped outta thought and noticed Smit was smiling and staring back at him, He felt his face become slightly more heated.

Smit returned with the drinks and giggled at a blushing John, which didn't help John, next to him. Handing him his drink and retraining the conversation he was having with Craig before leaving. John couldn't help but feel embarrassed at being caught in a gaze Come on John knock it off he mentally slapped himself. John had had a thing for the white haired kid for a while, they met in a class they shared start of semester. A class John would skipped but went to just to see and talk to him. They became friends over a common interest of video games and slight fashion tastes, John introduced him to Craig who he shares a dorm with when He first invited Smit over. Smit had transferred from Canada for a certain program he had to take for Design, which was what caught John's interest at first. Over the months of them hanging out and playing a few games together John noticed how much he had fallen for the boy.

John was lost in thought once more and subconsciously sipped his drink, the rum burning his throat as it went down but he didn't notice. Smit had saw John who was staring sorta at him but off to the window that was just to the other side of Smit while leaning slightly on to his shoulder. He tried to get John's attention while trying to keep him on his shoulder, he liked the slightly comfort john leaning on him gave, he wasn't gonna lose it just to knock him outta his daze. John popped back into reality once he felt someone nuzzle their nose into the crook of his neck.

John blushed wickedly hard as he noticed where the affection was coming from, Smit didn't remove his face from that position, finding it rather nice and soothing. The Mango rum started to settle in once he came back to his senses, which was fine, the tingle of the rum on his throat as he finished the drink off was oddly of liking to John.

About 2-3 am- half the drinks were gone, and the dorm was decently trashed, and everyone was rather close to crashing. Vanoss had called it a night and told Delirious he could crash in his room with him, the two normally would sleep together if they had friends over seeings how they shared a dorm room and His room could be used to house them. Craig and all but Smit and John were passed out in the living room either on the couch or on a pillow in the floor under and around the coffee table. John had stared out onto the night from the window in the living room, Smit scooted over and placed his head back into the crook of John's neck. Both were decently intoxicated, tho not enough to render them 'drunk'. John took his gaze off the stars in favor of looking at the male who wrapped his arms around John tiredly, to John it was a blessed sight; The one he loved half asleep practically cuddling him like he was a staffed bear. It set off a spark in him, a warm fuzzy feeling he didnt want to lose but enjoyed in the moment while he had it.

John moved Smit to where he was basically sitting in his lap and wrapped his arms around him like Smit did before. John wished the moment could last forever. Could be in this spot forever. Everything about this he loved and knew would be gone in the morning.

"Hay John," Smit with his eyes still closed in a tired rasp voice from the alcohol, "Yeah Smit?" John asked resting his head on Smit's shoulder. Resting his eyes underneath his eye lids. "I love you"

#krii7y #wattpad story #bbs #gbg

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created-by-teen-fury · 6 years ago

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Sál Rekur|| Bella’s Story pt. 2

Hello! We got another part of Bella’s backstory. This isn’t very well edited, so sorry about that. But here you’ll learn about how she left Iceland.

Here’s part 1 if you missed it

TW: Fire

WC:1493.The longest one yet

Date: December 14th, 2002

Time: 12:33 pm

Location: Sál Rekur, Iceland

It started off like any other day for the Noctis Umbra. Children were attending school, while their parents tended to their duties. Mid-winter was quickly approaching causing the nights to grow longer. The people of Sál Rekur were ecstatic as their most important holiday approached. The winter solstice was a time of celebration of Noctis Umbra’s Goddess, Nova.

The children at the local school waited impatiently for the end of the day when they could return home to their parents. That night in town square there would be a festival where all would be attending. It was the start of a 3 week celebration of the longest night of the year. The 14th of december marked the beginning of the first week called Initium Tenebris. The night would be filled with dancing in the oncoming moonlight and traditional food.

Schooling let out around 3:40 and children flew out of the school doors into the blistering cold.Younger kids watched as the older teenagers appeared in each shadow, getting closer to home each time. Parents flocked outside trying to find their kid in the snow. Ísabella watched on the steps of the schoolhouse waiting for her father. Her scarf was wrapped around her neck covering the lower half of her mouth. Her two braids whipped in the wind and she could hold back her smile as she watched snowflakes fall around her.

It wasn’t long until a warm hand wrapped itself around her shoulder. Her smile brightened as she turned to meet the figure kneeling beside her, “Pabbi!” Her laughter filled the schoolyard as she flung herself into her father’s arm.

He held her tightly, his own laughter slipping past his lips, “Hello to you too Lovely!” Holding Ísabella secure, he lifted her onto his shoulders allowing himself room to pick up her school bag, “And how was your day?”

Leaning over, trying to make eye contact Ísabella started going through every detail of her day. Her father listened intently, grinning as he started the trek home. “Today Mrs. Grímsdóttir gave us cookies! They’re shaped like the moon and she even gave us 2!” Leaning down to his ear she whispered, “But I saved one for you and Mamma.”

“Oh did you now? Very sweet of you my dear.” He giggled along with his daughter until they reached a small cabin on the far side of the island.

A figure waited at the door, her purple hair tied up into a bun and an apron tied around her waist. Ísabella gasped, running the second her tiny boots hit the ground, “Mamma!”

Her mother welcomed the 5 year old with open arms, engulfing her in a bear hug, “There’s my beautiful girl!”

“Well it looks like my gorgeous Bryndis is home early,” Kissing his wife of the cheek he ushered the both of them inside.

“They decided to let us leave earlier because of the celebration. Now I have time to actually cook dinner,” She leaned down to her daughter and started to unwrap her scarf from her neck. She placed a kiss against her forehead and patted down her hair, “Now why don’t you go brush out your hair for tonight, and I’ll be in your room soon to help pick an outfit.”

“Okay Mamma!” Grinning, Ísabella ran to her bathroom and began brushing her hair.

Once her daughter reached the bathroom Bryndis turned towards her husband, “I have a bad feeling about this Hymir. There have been signs everywhere, and i don’t like what they're telling me.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, letting her head fall into his neck, Hymir let out a sigh, “I know Bryn… We can’t stay her any longer. For Ísabella’s sake we need to flee. Tonight.”

“But what about Initium Tenebris? She’s been looking forward to it for months?”

“Love, I’d rather her be alive for next year’s Solstice. You know we have to do this.”

Tears fell onto his collar bone, causing him to tighten his grip around her. Bryndis held back a sob in her throat as she lifted her head. Cupping Hymir’s cheeks she gave his a gentle kiss, “You’re right, but you know as well as I do she won’t be safe with us.”

His blue eyes became a reflective pool, a single droplet rolling down his cheek, “Yeah… Yeah I know, but she deserves to live another year. I couldn’t forgive myself if she…” he trailed off, not daring to finish his sentence.

Wiping his cheek, she looked towards the bathroom door, “I’ll go pack her stuff. You prepare the boat.”

Ísabella watched as her mother folded her clothing into a small leather suitcase, “Mamma, where are we going?”

Bryndis faltered, pondering what to say, “To the mainland.”

Ísabella’s head tilted to the side, trying to catch her mother’s eye, “But High Priestess Celinda said that was against the rules.”

“Well, she approved our trip.”

Ísabella frowned but nodded her head, “Will we be coming back? Arís wanted to sleepover next week!”

Bryndis closed her eyes and nodded, “Of course. We will be back by next week.” Closing the suitcase Bryndis excited the room, not letting Ísabella see the tear that fell from her eyes.

The time was 6:40 pm. The only source of light was from the moon itself. Music danced through the air, finding its way to every home. Though all homes were empty seeing as the people of Sál Rekur gathered in town square to enjoy the festivities.

All but one family was in attendance. Ísabella sat on the dock behind her house, swinging her legs to the beat of the music. She was once again bundled up in a heavy jacket and scarf. Her parents worked quickly, preparing the boat for departure. It was small, but sturdy enough for three people. Bryndis was able to snag the keys to it while everyone remained at the festival. They were originally locked in her boss’ desk meant to travel to the mainland in case of emergency.

“Pabbi? Are you sure we can’t stop by the festival?”

Hymir sighed and kneeled down to Ísabella’s level, “No dear, we don’t have time.”

Ísabella puffed out her bottom lip, “Not even for 5 minutes?”

He shook his head and took her into his arms, “I’m sorry Lovely, but we can’t”

Bryndis emerged from the ship’s hold, “Hymir, It’s time to go.”

Meanwhile the Initium Tenebris festival was in full swing. The town square was turned into a dance floor and was soon filled with people of all ages, basking in the moon’s light. It was rather dark due to it being a waxing moon instead of a full moon, but that had never been a problem for the Noctis Umbra.

In the distance a small orange light was turned on. It was almost unnoticeable at first, but soon, it started to grow. Brighter and Larger. By the time people started noticing the light, a fire had engulfed part of the island, sending fumes of smoke into the air. Emerging from the fire were 7 humans, dressed in masks and jackets. They had pouches at their side. All at once, they reached into the bags and pulled out a hand full of anise and threw it into the air. The wind carried it across the square. The citizens had no choice, but to breathe it in, rendering them helpless. Burns covered their bodies, both from the roaring flames and anise. It became very apparent there was no hope for the Noctis Umbra

Bryndis watch in the distance as the light spread to the house. She quickly tired to usher Ísabella into the boat, but she broke free of her grasp. Bryndis screamed after her daughter, “Ísabella!” She started to go after her but, Hymir pulled her back before tying his scarf over his jacket and running into the now burning building.

Ísabella, still with her jacket and scarf hiding half her face, sprinted for her room. She rammed herself into her bedroom door, trying desperately to get inside. Flames surrounded her now. Her coat caught on fire, and she cried out in pain quickly shedding it from her body. Hymir appeared shortly after and threw Ísabella over his shoulder, rushing out of the house.

Ísabella kicked and scream, “Pabbi! I forgot Bessi! I want Bessi!” She continued on about her sobbing about her stuffed animal orca left in her room.

Hymir once again boarded the boat placing Ísabella into the hold. He quickly covered her mouth trying to shush her. “Ísabella, Lovely we’ll get you a new one. I just need you to be quiet for me okay?”

Bryndis steered the ship from above, trying her hardest not to be spotted by the boats near the east side of the island. Using the shadows around her she was able to cloak the vessel, allowing them to fade into the night.

#Young Justice OCs #fucking bella #my ocs #creative writing #the moon #superheroes #dc comics oc #dc comics

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vaguely-concerned · 6 years ago

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PG-13, Hanzo Shimada/Jesse McCree, 1500 words, unmitigated fluff

On ao3

When they got back to their room they both collapsed face first on the bed as if by mutual agreement, still fully dressed except for their shoes and too full and contented to do much in the way of moving for a while. The music from the party could still be heard through the open window — Hanzo reached out and pulled Jesse close to him, wrapping himself around him when he made a pleased sound and snuggled up against his chest. Despite having had barely anything to drink this time he felt unwound and unconcerned with anything that wasn’t Jesse breathing peacefully under his hands. He vaguely wanted to hum.

“Damn, Reinhardt’s got some moves,” Jesse said eventually, into Hanzo’s collar bone.

Hanzo grunted in agreement. “I have never seen anyone simply pick up the punch bowl and drink it all in one go before.”

“I was thinkin’ about the dancing, but that’s fair too. Guess I’m just used to it, he always does that when he’s had a few already and gets impatient.”

“Ah. So that was how you knew to sneak an extra glass of it right away.”

“Suppose I should’ve warned you, sorry. Just old habit at this point.”

“No need for apologies, you shared it with me.”

Jesse offered a conceding noise and rubbed his face against Hanzo’s shoulder like he was scratching an itch on his nose. “That’s how you know it’s love. Not like Torbjörn doesn’t mix it strong enough that you could clean brass with the stuff anyway, good bang for your buck there,” he added, trying to push up on his elbows and making a confused face as he somehow managed to get several limbs entangled in the bedclothes. In his attempts to extricate himself he only got further trapped.

“Well,” he said eventually, squinting down at the cocoon he’d made of himself.

Shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter Hanzo managed: “Let me help you with that before you hurt yourself.”

Or tear the sheets again, he added to himself as he untangled his hapless partner from a duvet cover. For the most part Jesse had impressive control over the prosthetic hand and how much pressure to apply with it, but every now and then if he was distracted or tired enough he’d forget himself and then you had a pillowcase to mend. Hanzo might have only touched barely tipsy tonight, but he didn’t trust himself to get anything straight right now, back stitches included.

“...thanks,” Jesse said when Hanzo got him safely free and pulled him half on top of him. “See, this was more how I meant for that to go.” He nuzzled into the curve of Hanzo’s neck, then stopped when Hanzo squirmed minutely. “Tickly?”

“No,” Hanzo lied, then made a strangled sound when Jesse immediately called his bluff and did it again with a satisfied ‘hah!’. “Fine, fine, that tickles, it’s the beard, now stop it before I — gah!”

“Oh, I don’t think you’re in any position to be makin’ threats, Mr. Shimada.”

In retaliation Hanzo decided to pull out the big guns. “Big words from a man who is reduced to incoherence if someone as much as breathes against his ribs,” he said, and Jesse squawked as Hanzo used his years of experience to tickle him into submission. “I could do this all day. The expression ‘hoisted by your own petard’ comes to — oof — mind.” They wrestled on the bed for a while, rendering the sheets even more of a disaster, Jesse’s laugh hanging bright under the ceiling as he tried to fend Hanzo off.

“Truce,” Jesse wheezed eventually, pawing weakly at Hanzo’s hands. His face was pink with laughter. “Truce, I got my medicine, I’ll probably never do it again until the temptation inevitably overwhelms me, promise.”

Hanzo placed a peck to Jesse’s brow and lay down next to him again, rather pleased with himself. “This was poor strategic thinking on your part. You have always been far more ticklish than I am; you are meant to pick the battles that flatter your weaknesses, not the ones that directly target them.”

“Thanks for the pep talk, Sun Tzu. Thought I’d found a new opening and got cocky,” Jesse sighed mournfully, taking Hanzo’s hand in his and playing with it, twining their fingers together. “Pride before the fall and all that. You’re real sweet when you get all competitive, though, so arguably I win either way.”

Cuddling with Jesse when he had this kind of restless energy was like wrangling an affectionate if somewhat uncoordinated puppy; Hanzo found he was unable to stop himself from kissing him, smiling against his mouth when he perked up and parted his lips in welcome.

He went easily when Jesse shifted them so Hanzo ended up on his back with Jesse hovering over him, their legs tangling as they made out — it felt bright and warm and oddly chaste, trading touches back and forth until everything flowed into a background hum of affection.

When they broke apart Jesse blinked slowly at Hanzo’s undoubtedly flushed face and then went in for more, brushing his lips over Hanzo’s cheek, his brow, his jaw. Hanzo closed his eyes and turned into it, Jesse’s hair soft and wild under his fingers.

“I like this,” Jesse mumbled, nosing at Hanzo’s temple.

Hanzo paused where he’d been stroking through Jesse’s hair. “Hm?”

“The touch of gray. You look distinguished these days,” Jesse said, scattering kisses along his hairline. “Suits you.”

“Is this your circuitous way of saying I look old?” Hanzo laughed, running his hand down to the small of Jesse’s back where his t-shirt was riding up and gathering him in closer.

“Silver fox,” Jesse insisted. He pushed up on an elbow and gazed down at Hanzo, touching the fingers of his left hand very gently to his mouth. Hanzo smiled against the metal.

“Can I get a quote on that?” he asked. “I should put it on my resume.”

“Sure, I stand by that. I’ll tell anyone who cares to know.” Jesse started unbuttoning Hanzo’s shirt, leaning down to place a kiss to the dip between his collarbones as he did.

Resting one hand under his head on the pillow Hanzo watched with some amusement as Jesse encountered more of an obstacle further on in the process.

“Fuckin’ buttons,” Jesse murmured. “How come they make ‘em so small and slippery and — nrgh.”

“Should I do it?”

“Nah, don’t worry, I got this, just lemme…”

Hanzo lay back with a grin and let Jesse conduct his mildly inebriated work uninterrupted, only moving to shrug the shirt all the way off when Jesse finished with the buttons and tugged at it.

“That’s more like it,” Jesse crowed, stroking a hand down Hanzo’s newly bared torso. “Injustice righted.”

“Huh. I had no idea my shirt had even been on trial.”

“‘S consistently been your most glaring fault, the way you’re always wearin’ too many clothes when I need to kiss you all over,” Jesse said, unselfconsciously burying his face in Hanzo’s chest. Hanzo sank his fingers into Jesse’s hair again.

“I can only apologize and promise to do better in the future.”

Jesse chuckled — soft lips closed over a nipple and Hanzo shuddered, cradling Jesse’s head closer to him. Jesse pulled back for long enough to mumble: “I’m willing to go full cheerleader for this cause. Anythin’ I can do to help, just give the word and I’ll be there, pom poms and all .”

“Such magnanimity,” Hanzo drawled, shifting into it as Jesse kissed a slow, cherishing path over his chest. Jesse held him close by an open hand resting in the middle of his back, making small happy noises as he trailed his lips over Hanzo’s skin, seeking out the sweet spots and dwelling lovingly over each. “Mmmh. Jesse.”

As Jesse lavished some attention on his other nipple as if to ensure it didn’t feel left out Hanzo bit his lip and arched into the warm yielding touch of his mouth. Jesse kept going until every inch of his skin was tingling blissfully with kisses, pausing only when Hanzo stilled his head with a touch.

“I needed to — come here,” Hanzo said, guiding Jesse’s face up to him so he could slide their lips together. The kiss turned out a lot less chaste this time and Hanzo’s fingers tightened possessively in Jesse’s hair; Jesse melted against him and made a sound in his nose that set something in Hanzo’s gut joyously ablaze. When Jesse wrapped his arms around his waist and lay back he pulled Hanzo with him, draping him on top of himself.

“I have heard rumors that you possess some moves yourself, Mr. McCree,” Hanzo said, his hand meandering down to the buckle on Jesse’s belt. “I think I might enjoy a demonstration.”

The belt buckle opened with a practiced flick of his thumb and Jesse grinned into the kiss and captured his mouth again, holding him close enough that Hanzo imagined he could feel Jesse’s heartbeat in his own chest.

Nebulously set in the Scoundrels and Thieves ‘verse, which you can find here!

#mchanzo #overwatch #hanzo shimada #jesse mccree #mchanzo fic #Scoundrels and Thieves 'verse #Perhaps there is still a future for anachronisms #my writing #idk it's unpolished as fuck but I wanted to write something happy and not sweat it too much *shrug*

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adrianna-m-scovill · 7 years ago

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One Night (Barson fic #8)

And if anyone is bothering to keep track, yeah, it should technically be fic #7 but #7 was already in progress when I got sidetracked into this - so for the sake of my own filing, #8 it is...

This fic is posted on AO3 here

Last night I received a request from @xphile101 and @r-o-s-e-h-i-p-s for a “only one room at the inn, bed-sharing” Barson story, so I wrote this overnight, finishing a couple of hours before work this morning. The positive feedback today has made the long night totally worth and I appreciate both the challenge and the motivation.

This is rated explicit, and it’s around 5700 words. I hope you enjoy it!

“That speech you gave was incredible,” the young woman—Ruthie, according to her nametag—said as she slid a keycard across the counter. “Really, you all are making such a difference.” She looked at Benson and shook her head. “I can’t imagine how hard it must be to do what you do, every day…” Almost as an afterthought, she looked at Barba, who was standing off to Benson’s side, and added, “And you, too. I know lawyers get a bum rap, sometimes, but the things you said in there, about believing victims—you made me cry, I’m not gonna lie.”

Barba opened his mouth, but Ruthie had already turned her attention back to Benson, so he kept his silence and looked down at his phone.

“If there’s anything you need, don’t hesitate to call down,” Ruthie said, as Benson picked up the keycard and her driver’s license.

“Thank you,” the lieutenant said. “It’s been a long day, so all I need now is a quiet room and a hot shower.” From the corner of her eye, she saw Barba look up at her, but he quickly dropped his gaze back to his phone as she gathered up her things and started to turn toward him.

It had been a long day, and they’d barely arrived in time for the conference; they’d had to stow their luggage, as they hadn’t even had time to check into their rooms before taking the stage to give their joint presentation. While Benson was proud to have worked with Barba to achieve the highest conviction rate in their city, and she couldn’t deny the thrill she got from watching him work his magic on the crowd of eager listeners, she was ready to slip into her room, kick off her shoes, and relax.

She missed Noah, but she meant to enjoy a night away—in a quiet hotel room, all to herself, with no one wandering in to ask for a glass of water or complain of a bad dream. And, she wasn’t going to allow herself to feel guilty about it, either. At least, not too guilty.

She was on her phone, texting Lucy to make sure everything was going alright at home, when Barba said, “You might as well go on ahead.”

She glanced up, then back at her phone. “That’s alright, I’ll wait,” she said, as he handed his identification and card to Ruthie.

“That’s…weird,” the young woman said after a moment, tapping away at her keyboard while she frowned at the computer screen.

“Weird?” Barba repeated, and Benson could hear the carefully-controlled impatience in his voice. She looked up, sliding her phone into her pocket. “Is there a problem?” Barba asked after several moments of wordless typing.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Barba, but I don’t seem to have a reservation for you,” Ruthie said, as she slid his license and card toward him.

He looked down at the items, and Benson could see a muscle tic as he clenched his jaw. He took a breath, and said, quietly, “There must be a mistake, my assistant booked a room weeks ago. Could you check again?”

“I’m sorry, sir, there’s nothing under this name.”

Benson was tempted to laugh at the look on Barba’s face, but she managed to suppress the urge. “Surely you can just check him into another room,” she suggested, although she’d already surmised—as had Barba, of course—that the ceremonial returning-of-the-debit-card act was not a good sign.

“I’m so sorry, of course I would, but we’re all booked up because of the conference. You guys drew such a big crowd!” she added with a smile.

Benson put a hand on Barba’s arm, sensing his growing irritation, and he glanced at her. She saw him make an effort to calm himself. “You knew we were coming—didn’t anyone check to make sure we had rooms?”

Still smiling, but with a bite in her voice, Ruthie answered, “Didn’t your…assistant confirm the reservation?”

Barba opened his mouth, but Benson cut him off: “You’re certain there aren’t any other rooms available? Maybe a cancellation, or…someone checking out early? We don’t mind waiting.”

“I’m very sorry, Ms. Benson,” Ruthie said, shaking her head. “There’s nothing I can do.”

“What’s the next closest hotel?” Barba asked. His phone was in his hand, and Benson saw him calling Carmen.

“I don’t think you’ll find anything this late,” Ruthie said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Barba, you’re not going to another hotel,” Benson said.

He lifted the phone to his ear, listening to it ring, as he glared at Benson. She glared back, even though she was still amused. He could tell that she was amused, too, which made his scowl deepen. When the call went to voicemail, he muttered under his breath, typing out a quick text to his assistant.

“Barba,” Benson said.

“I’m not going to sleep in the lobby, Liv,” he said. Then, in disbelief: “Sorry?” He held the phone up, turning the screen toward Benson. Carmen’s almost-instantaneous response to his text: I’m sorry about that. Nothing else. In spite of herself, Benson finally laughed. She couldn’t help it. The mixture of incredulity and indignation on his face was just too hilarious. “I’m going to fire her,” he said.

“No, you’re not,” she said, smiling at him.

“Too bad I can’t fire you,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her, and she laughed again, shaking her head. “Seriously, why the hell—”

“Quit being a baby,” she said, and his mouth snapped shut. “You’re not sleeping in the lobby and you’re not going to another hotel. Grab your stuff, come on.”

“I’m real sorry about this, I wish there was something I could do,” Ruthie said.

“Wish in one hand and—”

“Barba!” Benson said, suppressing the giggles threatening to bubble up within her.

Pasting a smile onto his face, he told Ruthie, with just a hint of sarcasm, “Has sido muy útil, muchas gracias,” as he gathered his things from the counter and stuffed them back into his wallet. He snatched his suitcase and briefcase from the floor and turned toward Benson. “No aprecio la risa,” he said.

She wasn’t intimidated by his frown. “And I don’t appreciate the dirty look,” she countered. “It’s not my fault Carmen forgot to book your room.”

“She didn’t forget, Carmen doesn’t forget anything,” he said, as they walked toward the elevator. “I swear, if she—Where are we going?”

“We’re going to my room—which I guess is now our room,” she answered as the elevator doors slid open. She moved aside to let people exit, and then stepped into the empty car. Barba stood in the lobby, staring in at her. “For crying out loud, Barba.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. Rafael Barba being rendered speechless was a rare occurrence, but she was too tired to really enjoy it.

The doors started to close, and she reached out an arm to stop them. “Rafael,” she said, her irritation growing.

“Liv, I—”

“Get in,” she said.

He sighed and stepped into the elevator with his bags, glancing sideways at her as he bit his lip. She punched the button for their floor and they watched the doors close. As the elevator started moving upward, he muttered, “This is unprofessional.”

“You can sue them later,” she said.

He snorted, shaking his head, and she was glad that he was at least starting to see some humor in the situation. Her relaxing night alone had already grown more crowded; she had no desire to fill it with bickering, too. “Sorry about this, Liv,” he said, quietly.

“It’s fine,” she answered. “You think Carmen sent you here without a reservation on purpose? Why would she do that?”

“You don’t want to know,” he muttered.

“What does—” He looked at her, arching one brow, and she broke off, realization dawning. “Oh,” she said, with a flutter of something like nervousness in her stomach. She was suddenly flustered—as uncommon for her as speechlessness was for Barba.

“Like I said, sorry,” he said, as the doors opened on their floor. He held out his arm, briefcase in hand, to block the door while she stepped out with her suitcase, and then he followed her into the hallway. “Do you have the legal right to commandeer a room?”

She laughed, looking at him as they walked side by side. “I think you know the answer to that,” she said. “And if you don’t, I guess I should find myself another ADA.”

“You could,” he agreed, nodding. “Who am I to stop you from settling for second-best?”

“Oh,” she said, laughing again. “There’s that famous Rafael Barba ego.”

He grinned. “Are we or are we not here because of my conviction rate?”

She pursed her lips, tipping her head, and said, “Why am I here, then?”

Smirking, he suggested: “Moral support?”

“On second thought, feel free to sleep in the lobby,” she said, and he was chuckling when they drew up in front of the room. She pulled out her keycard and unlocked the door. As soon as she stepped inside and turned on the light, her eyes fell on the foot of bed and she felt another flutter—not nervousness, not exactly, but she didn’t want to examine it too closely—in her stomach. She walked into the room, suddenly very aware of Barba’s presence behind her in the narrow entrance. The bathroom was on the right, and she set her suitcase near the door.

She walked the rest of the way into the room and put the keycard on the counter beside the television. “Nice place,” she joked, and she heard his quiet laugh behind her.

She turned to find him looking at the bed. He cleared his throat and quickly moved toward the table, sliding his briefcase onto the shiny wood. He set his suitcase on the floor and then just stood there, looking uncertain of what was expected of him.

Benson smiled. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said. “Why don’t you find someplace to deliver, I’m starving.” She headed toward the bathroom, kicking her shoes off near the end of the bed with relief.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Surprise me,” she said, slipping into the bathroom with her suitcase.

After she’d closed the door, she stood at the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “Don’t even think about it,” she muttered, shaking her head. And she wasn’t, not really. She was doing her best to keep the traitorous thoughts away.

As she got undressed, however, she was acutely aware of his presence on the other side of one thin wall. She looked at the door; she’d left it unlocked, because there seemed to be no reason to do otherwise. There was no chance that he would barge into the room—she trusted him, but in that moment, she wasn’t sure she could trust herself because, in spite of her best intentions, she found herself wondering what could happen if he did.

She turned on the shower, and knew that he could hear the water—and knew that he was certainly, in spite of his best intentions, thinking about her being naked with just one thin wall between them. She could almost see him, glancing nervously around the room, fidgeting, unsure what to do with himself, feeling guilty for his thoughts but unable to stop them. His discomfort, even in her imagination, made her smile, and helped her relax. She stepped into the hot spray of water and drew the curtain.

As she let the water cascade over her, caressing her skin, she allowed her thoughts to stray. What difference did it make? No one would ever know but her. She would certainly never tell anyone—especially him. Besides, if she were being honest with herself, she could admit that it wasn’t the first time she’d considered such things; it was just the first time she’d done so, standing naked in the shower, while he was in the next room.

She laughed quietly, shaking her head as the steam swirled up around her. Poor Barba would turn fifty shades of red if he could read her thoughts.

* * *

She was getting dressed when she heard the knock on the door. For a moment, she thought it was the bathroom door, and she froze, one leg in her sweatpants, filled with conflicting emotions. Before she could fully sort out what she wanted—open the door, almost naked? Or not?—she realized that it was the main door. She heard Barba walk past, heard him open the door, heard him talking in a low voice—and she quickly finished getting dressed.

She swiped the steam from the mirror and did her best to towel dry her hair, but the room was like a sauna in spite of the humming ventilation fan. Her sweatpants and t-shirt were already clinging to her, so she reached over and opened the door, needing to let in some fresh air.

Still drying her hair with one hand, she pulled her suitcase out into the room; the air felt chilly against her overheated, damp skin, and she shivered. She looked up and met Barba’s eyes, and she suddenly couldn’t breathe. He was sitting in one of the chairs at the table, with a white pizza box beside him. He’d taken off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his collar and loosened his tie.

His eyes flicked down the length of her body, and she saw him swallow. She stood there, frozen, one arm raised with a towel to her hair, her pajamas clinging to her skin, and suddenly she was blushing. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d blushed in front of a man, any man, and this was Barba, for crying out loud. If he knew what she’d been thinking in the shower, if he could read her thoughts on her face, he’d be mortified.

Even so, he looked just as flustered as she felt; she took both comfort and pleasure from that.

He cleared his throat and looked away, glancing around the room. “I ordered pizza, I hope that’s alright,” he said, gesturing unnecessarily toward the box. “Sausage and mushroom.”

She found that she had to clear her throat, as well. “Sounds perfect,” she managed, lowering the towel to her side. “Thanks.”

He stood quickly, grabbing his bag. “If you don’t mind, I’m just going to—” He gestured toward the bathroom, meeting her eyes for just a moment before looking away.

“Of course, yeah,” she said, stepping aside so he could pass.

“I won’t be long,” he said. “Go ahead and eat before it gets cold.”

She watched him disappear into the bathroom and click the door closed. She let out a breath, and a little laugh, and raised the towel back to her hair. Her stomach rumbled at the thought, and scent, of pizza, but she resisted the call of food, choosing to wait until he could join her.

She sat on the foot of the bed, drying the ends of her hair, trying to convince herself not to listen for sounds of him undressing in the next room. She heard him turn on the shower, and then she couldn’t help it—she couldn’t help but imagine him in there, standing under the water as she’d done a short time ago. Naked. Wet. Hot.

She made a sound in her throat, and considered slapping herself; she deserved it.

* * *

Barba stood in the shower, silently cursing himself for thinking about the fact that Benson had, just minutes earlier, been standing completely naked in the same spot he was currently standing. He could still smell the lingering aroma of her shampoo, which she must’ve brought with her.

He hated himself for the thoughts, and he hated his body for reacting with a flush of desire. He turned and cranked the right knob, hissing in a breath as the water temperature dropped. The cold spray bit at his skin, and he clenched his jaw, accepting the punishment.

He washed himself quickly, refusing to let his hands linger in spite of the temptation; he might not be able to govern his thoughts, but there wasn’t a chance in hell that he would disrespect her—even in his own mind, even when she would never know—like that.

He washed his hair with the hotel shampoo, and was out of the shower in just a few minutes.

He normally slept in boxers, but he was thankful that he’d packed a pair of flannel pajama bottoms as a precaution—he’d slept in enough hotels with out-of-whack heating units to know that it was a good idea to come prepared. He pulled on his boxers and pajama bottoms, and a white undershirt, all the while cursing the steam pressing in on him.

He pulled the door open, dabbed on a tiny bit of cologne—he didn’t let himself think about it—and ran a comb through his wet hair. When he emerged from the bathroom with his suitcase, he found her sitting on the bed, propped against the headboard with two pillows behind her back. She had her glasses on and was reading something on her phone, but she looked up at him when he walked out. Her eyes dropped to his white shirt, translucent against his skin from the damp heat of the bathroom.

“Did you eat?” he asked.

“No, I was waiting for you,” she said.

He was touched by that, because he knew that she was hungry. “You didn’t have to do that, but thanks,” he said, walking over to the table. He flipped open the box and pulled out a slice of pizza, putting it on a napkin. He turned and handed it to her; their fingers brushed as she took it, and their eyes met.

“Thanks,” she murmured. “I called down and had them send up a bottle of wine. They owe us.”

“It’s not their fault, it’s Carmen’s,” he said with a smile.

“Even so,” she said, also smiling. “I gave them a guilt-trip. It should be here any—” There was a knock, and she raised her eyebrows. “—second,” she finished. Barba grabbed his wallet off the table and went to answer the door. When he returned a few moments later with a bottle of cheap wine held in his hands, she said, “I hope you didn’t tip them too well for that.”

“Don’t worry, I gave him a dirty look while I paid him,” Barba answered as he pulled the wrapping from one of the clear plastic cups beside the ice bucket. “Do you want me to go get ice for this?”

“Is it cold?”

“Not remotely,” he answered.

She wrinkled her nose. “Lukewarm, cheap wine? Sounds perfect. Fill the cup.”

Grinning, he did as she bid, and handed her the drink.

He poured himself half a cup and sat at the table, taking out a second slice of pizza. “Everything good with Noah and Lucy?” he asked before taking a bite.

She met his eyes, smiling. She wanted to thank him for asking, but it was unnecessary; he knew what it meant to her. “Yes, she’s just putting him to bed.”

He picked up his watch from the table, checking the time. “I didn’t realize it was that late already,” he said.

She laughed. “He’s five, he goes to bed pretty early,” she said. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to, yet.”

He looked up and their eyes met again. “Early or not, I could sleep,” he said. “Like you said, it’s been a long day.”

She turned her attention to her pizza. “Me, too,” she said, taking another bite before she could say anything else.

He seemed to be debating whether or not to say something. She washed down the pizza with a mouthful of wine, waiting, not looking at him. Finally, he said, “Obviously, I’ll sleep on the floor.”

She laughed, turning her head toward him. “Obviously, you won’t,” she countered. She watched him fidget for a moment. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rafa,” she finally said, quietly. “We’re adults. We’re friends. There’s no reason this needs to be awkward.” No reason, so long as you don’t guess what I’ve been thinking, she thought.

He considered, looking at his pizza, and she thought she could see a flush darkening his cheeks. Was he blushing, now? Why were they acting like a couple of teenagers?

She reached over and picked up the remote control from the nightstand. “Come sit on the bed,” she told him. “Let’s watch something.”

“Liv,” he said, and she met his eyes. He chewed his lip for a moment, a small frown on his forehead. “You know I didn’t…I mean, I wouldn’t have—”

“Of course not,” she said. “We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t trust you—if we didn’t trust each other.”

They stared at each other. They both knew that she wasn’t just talking about the room, or about sharing a bed. She meant all of it: the convention, the presentation, the conviction rate, the years of cases they’d worked together. They’d laughed together; they’d cried together; they’d been angry together, and they’d been angry with each other; they’d supported and defended each other, and they’d snapped at each other. Through it all, they’d always trusted each other, and she didn’t think anything would ever change that.

“Do you want more?” he asked, pointing a finger toward the pizza.

She shook her head. She’d been hungry, but after one slice, she was more tired than anything else. He’d finished his, and held out a hand for her napkin. She gave it to him with a smile, watching him toss it in the garbage can. “Here, find something good,” she said, setting the remote on the bedspread. “I’m going to brush my teeth before I fall asleep.” She swallowed the last of her wine and, setting the cup on the nightstand, slipped off the bed and went into the bathroom.

When she returned a few minutes later, he was sitting on the end of the bed, remote held loosely between his knees, watching the news. “There’s a movie starting in a couple of minutes,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” He stood, grabbing the toothbrush and paste that he’d retrieved from his luggage in her absence.

She pulled the covers back and slid into the bed. The sheets were cool and slippery, and she already knew that she’d be sleeping before long. She would likely be up early, or even in the middle of the night, but she didn’t care. She propped herself against her pillow and pulled the covers up to her waist before turning down the blankets on the other side of the bed.

Barba came out of the bathroom and looked at the turned-down comforter. The movie had started, but she had the volume turned low. Barba glanced at the television and walked around the bed, without looking at Benson. She wondered if he was going to balk, but he didn’t. He sat on the edge of the bed, swung his legs up, and pulled the covers over his waist.

She could smell his cologne, and his toothpaste, mingled with the scent of pizza, and she wanted to shift closer to him. She resisted the urge, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. She turned the volume up a bit so they could better hear the movie.

As they sat side by side, watching TV, she felt her tension sliding away. They’d always enjoyed each other’s company, and had spent more time together over the years than she could even begin to tally. It was ridiculous to feel awkward around one another, no matter what inappropriate things they may have considered.

By the time the movie was half over, Benson was drowsy and barely able to keep her eyes open. She’d relaxed against her pillows; Barba’s scent was no longer distracting, but comforting. His warmth beside her was soothing. She could defend herself, of course, but having him beside her made her feel safe, protected. She knew that nothing was going to happen between them, and that was a comfort, too, because it allowed her to let go of her nervousness.

He might want her; he did want her, just as she wanted him. She knew it, she could sense it. But he would do nothing to act on that desire, and she could sense him relaxing beside her, too, giving in to the comfort of the bed and the sense of companionship.

She yawned. “You can finish the movie if you want,” she said. “It won’t bother me, but I’m gonna—”

“Yeah, no, I’ll shut it off,” he said, grabbing the remote. Once the screen went black, darkness surrounded them. They sat for a few moments, listening to their breaths and the sounds of the hotel. She thought he was going to say something else, but he didn’t.

She shifted further down in the bed, the crisp sheets whispering against the skin of her legs. “Goodnight, Rafa,” she said, quietly.

After a few seconds, he answered, “Goodnight, Liv.”

She rolled onto her side with her back to him, fluffing the pillow beneath her head. She stared at the wall, as her eyes adjusted to the dark. After a few more seconds, she felt him shifting, and she knew that he’d turned onto his side, facing her. They weren’t touching, but she felt his presence along the length of her body. She closed her eyes, relaxing into the sensation, and she heard him let out a quiet breath.

She slid quickly and easily into sleep.

* * *

When she woke, she was lying on her back. The room was dark, but she could see by the pale glow of the city beyond the curtain. She stared up at the ceiling, listening to Barba’s even breathing and the tick of the alarm clock. It was just before one a.m. and everything else seemed quiet.

He was still on his side, curled toward her, and their legs were touching beneath the blanket. She turned her head on the pillow, looking at him in the dimness, and suddenly—maybe it because she was half-asleep, and he looked both peaceful and vulnerable, or maybe it was just because her mind was tired of denying the truth—she knew that she had never loved anyone the way she loved him. It wasn’t bigger, or flashier; quite the opposite, her love for him was subtle. It colored everything, filled and affected everything, and it was as much a part of her as breathing. She couldn’t even say for sure when it had happened. The progression had been gradual, natural, borne of respect and friendship and trust.

His breathing changed and, after a moment, his eyes opened, meeting hers. She smiled in the dim light.

“Sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“I could hear you thinking,” he murmured, and she saw his lips curve into a smile. He adjusted his head on his pillow, watching her.

She turned onto her side so that they were facing each other. Their legs were still touching, their feet together between the sheets. Their gazes, bright in the darkness, held. She was tempted to tell him that she loved him, but she knew that he knew. Just as she knew that he loved her; she could feel it in his breath, see it in his eyes. She could feel it surrounding her.

She slid her hand onto the mattress between them, and he covered it with his own. The warmth of his palm sent a little shiver through her, and she shifted closer. Something had changed, and they both knew it; even so, she knew he wouldn’t make the first move.

She lifted her other hand, pressing her palm against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart and the heat of his body. His lips were parted, and she leaned closer, searching his face. She kissed him, softly, her lips barely touching his. His hand tightened over hers on the bed, and his mouth opened to hers. Still, she kept the kiss light, relishing the softness of his lips and the way their breaths mingled together.

She could feel his heart, faster now, beneath her hand. Her belly was tight with desire, and she shifted closer, wanting—needing—to touch more of him. His hand left hers and settled lightly onto the curve of her hip, and when she deepened the kiss, his tongue met hers.

He shifted his legs and she pressed herself against his body. He slid his other hand between her neck and the pillow, curving his fingers into the tangles of her hair, pulling her mouth more firmly against his. Their movements were slow—not restrained, but gentle. Desire was burning within her, though, and she could feel his growing arousal. She wanted more of him.

He pulled his mouth from hers and leaned his head forward, pressing a kiss against her shoulder. She saw him smile at the shiver that passed through her. She took hold of his shirt and pulled herself closer, tucking her head under his chin, breathing in his scent. He kissed her head, wrapping his arms around her, hugging her against his body, and they stayed like that for a minute, their hearts beating together.

When she lifted her head to kiss him again, she slid her hand to his waist, loving the way his muscles tensed. She pushed his shirt up, letting her fingers play over his skin, and his breath caught. She wanted him, and she knew that he knew it. There was no need to say it aloud—and yet, she wanted to make sure he had no reason to doubt, either himself or her.

“Make love to me?” she murmured against his lips, and his hand was light against her cheek.

“I don’t have protection,” he said, his words a soft caress.

“It’s alright,” she answered.

He pulled back to look at her face. “Are you sure?” he asked, quietly.

She’d never been more sure. She also knew that, no matter what the sunrise might bring, she wouldn’t regret this. Not ever. “Yes,” she said.

He studied her for a few more seconds before leaning forward. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her jaw, he bent his head and nuzzled her throat, gently pushing her onto her back. He trailed kisses over her chest, sliding lower as he pulled her shirt up, his mouth hot and damp against her belly. She squirmed, shifting her legs, filled with an anticipation that was almost painful.

He nudged her thighs apart, hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her sweats to slip them down her hips. She felt the cool air against her skin and realized that he pushed the covers down to her ankles. He pressed his lips against her lower belly, and she tipped her head into the pillow. One of her hands was in his hair.

She felt his breath between her legs, and her own breath caught in her throat. He pulled her pants further down her thighs, the movement so slow and smooth that she barely noticed. He pushed her knees further apart, and then his fingers were slowly, carefully, sliding into her, and she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair. A moment later, she felt his hot breath, and then his mouth, and she arched against him, making a sound in her throat.

His tongue flicked across her clitoris, and she said his name, arching toward him. He slid his fingers further inside of her, curving them forward as he sucked gently, and she could already feel her orgasm building, gathering like storm clouds within her. She wanted to hold out, to wait—she wanted to feel him inside of her—but he had other plans.

He pressed his palm against her stomach, holding her against the mattress as she tried to arch her back, and with a few flicks of his fingers and tongue, the orgasm was crashing over her, and she called out his name as she writhed beneath his strong grip.

He withdrew his fingers and lifted his head as the shudders were still wracking her body, and he moved over her, finding her mouth with his. She could taste herself on his lips. She could feel his erection, straining against the layers of fabric. She reached between their bodies with shaky fingers and pushed his pants and boxers down his hips while he kissed her. Their legs were tangled together in a mess of blankets and pajamas, but it didn’t matter. His hand was between her thighs, and then he was positioning himself.

“Rafael,” she said against his mouth, because she could think of nothing else to say.

He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I love you, Liv.”

“I know,” she said, and then he was pushing into her, slowly. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, drawing him deeper, but she couldn’t; her legs were immobilized, spread just wide enough to give him access.

He covered her mouth with his, again, as he found a rhythm, sliding in and out, and then his thumb had found her most sensitive spot, and she cried out, the sound muffled by his kiss. She could feel herself hurtling toward a second climax, and she met him thrust for thrust, knowing that he wouldn’t be far behind her.

The second orgasm was stronger than the first, and after a few more flicks of his thumb, he withdrew his hand, plunging into her one last time. She felt him coming inside of her and she held onto his head, keeping his mouth on hers even though neither of them could breathe.

As their tremors lessened, he pulled himself from her and rolled onto his side, gathering her into his arms. They were still almost fully-clothed, their pajamas stuck to their sweaty skin. She tucked her head against his chest, her cheek resting on his arm, and he kissed her head again.

“I love you,” she murmured.

His arms tightened around her. She could hear the smile in his voice when he answered, softly, “I know.”

#Barson #SVU #SVU fanfiction #Rafael Barba #Olivia Benson #Bed-sharing #fic request #AO3

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rona-1776-art · 7 years ago

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Rock-a-Bye-Baby

Summary:

On a patrol for the planet of Ospion Keith and Lance heard the cries in the woods of a forest. In a hollowed out tree they find an abandoned Galra baby. The two now have to figure out how to take care of an alien baby of the enemy race all with a disapproving Allura and Galra attacks.

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(small note: I plan on changing the fight scene in this as I really don’t like how it turned out. However it will be changed only after the story is completely finished and I have more time to do so.)

Chapter 2 - Baby Problems

Keith and Lance rushed over with Veronica in Lance’s arms to the control room where the other five were standing. Allura and Coran were already setting up the particle barrier trying to minimize the damage of the ship. The small fighters were still shooting at them, their laser shots hardly doing any damage. However, the large commanding ship was still an issue, they knew it was a matter of time before it fired its ion cannon and took down the castles barrier.

“Paladins, to your lions now! Take down that ship, we’ll cover you until then.” Allura spoke her mind clearly focused on firing at the smaller ships to give the paladins the space to pilot out and fight. Everyone rushed to their respected spots that would take them to their lions. Except Lance and Keith. They looked down at Veronica who was latched onto Lance’s shirt crying out in distress from the noise and chaos outside the ship.

“Wait, what are we gonna do with, Veronica. We can’t take her on one of the lions but I don’t want to leave her here. She’s already too scared.” Lance said as he held the baby in his arms tighter. Keith looked just as worried as Lance, but he kept staring at the ships obviously wanting to get out there to fight the Galra off.

“Lance you’re going to have to leave her here. I know you don’t want to hear that, but you have to. Come on.” Shiro urged. They were all anxious and Allura’s glare wasn’t helping either.

Lance winced but he knew he had to leave her. He was just hoping a different option would have come up. Walking over to a wall he sat Veronica away from where Coran and Allura were, trying to keep her as far away from the noise as possible. It hurt to pull away and see her watery yellow eyes blink up at him. Once he sat her down on the floor she let out a terrified and distressed cry that made everyone in the room look to her in surprised. It reminded both Lance and Keith of the cry they heard in the forest and it broke their hearts.

A bang and a harsh jerk of the ship brought them all back to reality. Allura quickly stabilized the ship before turning to all of them and yelling out, “Paladins, to your lions now!” They all quickly rushed to their lions leaving a distressed Veronica behind them.

Once outside in their lions they looked at the scene around them. They were quite a few of them but they realized that Voltron wouldn’t be necessary for this fleet thankfully. Unless the commander ship sent out more ships they would easily be able to take out the small fleet and the ship easily enough.

“Okay this should be over quick and easy.” Said Shiro. “Pidge, do you think you can take out that ion cannon with your vines? Make sure it doesn’t power up and damage the castle.” With a quick “can do” from Pidge he then spoke to Keith, Hunk and Lance.

“You two, I want you guys to take out the main power. Do that and that and they won’t be able to do anything else. Me and Lance will clear a path. Everyone got it?”

Everyone called out their affirmative and went to work. Pidge quickly flew to the main Galra ship and the shield on the back her lion transformed into her vine cannon. She quickly shot it at the ion cannon and the large vines grew out of the barrel and wrapped around it. The strength of the vines crushed it rendering it useless. With the strength of the vines and how thick they were, it would take the Galra a long while to fix it and get it working again. Through the comms they all heard the smile in her words as she said that it was done. She flew away and started taking out other fighter jets to continue helping out.

Shiro and Lance then set out a path to the power supply of the main ship. All Galra ships were made the same, and after a year of fighting the same style ships it became easy to pinpoint the weak spots.

A safe path was quickly cleared so Keith and Hunk flew through. To keep them covered, the other three kept shooting at the other fighters and Pidge was able to take a few shots for them with her shield to block them. It was Hunk with the strength of his lion to break through the ship’s hull, giving Keith a large opening to the main power. It was in clear sights and just as he was about to shoot to take out it out, he heard Hunk take a big surprise hit. When Keith looked back, it was just in time to see the larger lion coming closer and hitting him off his target. Keith let out a grunt at the hit. Looking up he saw that more fighters were surrounding them obviously trying to keep them distracted from damaging the ship more. Unfortunately, it worked for Keith, it would take too long for him to melt the power supply while taking laser fire. Red’s armor wasn’t strong enough to take that much constant damage.

“Looks like it’s not going to be that easy. Alright let’s make a new plan.” Shiro stated through the comms.

However, inside the castle Allura and Coran were fighting a battle of their own. Along with helping Voltron with their own attacks, Veronica had been non-stop crying and screaming since the team had left to fight. It was driving them both insane and giving them headaches. It was worse whenever she heard one of the paladins cry out or grunt through the comms. Her cries seemed to be more desperate.

“Ugh, can this child just be quiet for a moment?” Allura was exhausted from the constant noise.

Coran looked back at the child. Her eyes, though mainly yellow, had clear signs of red to suggest hard crying. Tears were running down her cheeks and tiny purple hands were pressed against her ears as to keep out noise from outside. She squirmed around obviously uncomfortable with the fighting. He was suddenly reminded of time long ago when he was forced to watch Alfor and the other paladins getting hurt with a crying and worried baby princess in the background. Taking one quick look back at the scene of the lions flying around and fighting, he left his control panel to rush over to Veronica.

“Coran what are you doing?! Get back to your control panel!” Allura was surprised to see Coran leave in the middle of a fight. However, she grew even more concerned when he reached Veronica. The small child was still crying hard but looked up at Coran. His facial features softened and he picked her up. Her crying continued but was lowered when he started to sooth her. The attention had made her feel better but only by a small amount.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He said as he walked back over to the control panel. “I was suddenly reminded of another young child who was worried for her guardian fighting tough battles with their enemies.” Coran was easily able to get back to the controls and work them even with a crying child in one arm. The words, even if they weren’t meant to cause harm, stung Allura when she heard them. She knew that she was worried for her father when he flew his lion and fought off their enemies with the other paladins.

Looking at her in Coran’s arms holding on tight to his shirt fabric with pinched eyes and frightened expression she felt a sense of pity and sadness wash over her. ‘It would make sense for her to be scared I suppose.’ She thought as she looked out the window to the fight. Allura sighed with a shake of her head. ‘I can’t think about that right now. We have to beat this fleet.’

“I have to take out their main power! These things will keep coming and fighting if I don’t!” Keith called out. He was getting tired of fighting fighter after fighter and so was Red. They were both impatient and wanting to go back to the castle to rest.

“How are you going to do that with all these fighter jets? They keep blocking your path and will just shoot at you more if you get close to the ship.” Lance explained. He could see with them distracted, workers were now patching the hole in the ship. It wouldn’t take long to fix either.

“Keith, I have an idea.” It was Pidge. “Hunk has the strongest armor out of all of us and I have a shield on the back of my lion. If we could cover you until you took out the power then that would stop the jets.”

“But that would leave me and Shiro alone out here! And there’s too many here for only the two of us!”

“Not if we lure them to the ship. Every time one of us gets close, the jets start going for the breech and ignore the rest of us. If us three could lure them there then you two could take care of the ships around you without too much problem.” Keith explained.

“Well, it’s worth a shot. Lance and I can handle a few jets, but not for long. You’ll have to be quick Keith.”

“I know. I can get it done.” Determination was clear in his voice.

“Alright then. Come on Lance, let’s take these guys out. Hunk and Pidge just focus on keeping Keith safe and we’ll try to help as well from up here.”

With the confirmation from the team, they all flew into position. Keith weaved and moved through the ships easily making his way to breech. Just a small blast from his lion broke it open again and he could see the power supply. With his fire power he shot directly at it, and he could see the hot metal melting easily. Their main power was a large engine and he was hoping to get it over with quickly. He hated that Pidge and Hunk were covering him and taking the brunt of the hits, but he was grateful all the same. Keith knew he wouldn’t be able to do it without them.

“Keith, you almost done? My shield it about to go out!”

“Yeah my lions armor is weakening by the second!”

Keith looked worrying at the main power engine. It was almost out but the jets were still going. “I’m almost there! Hang on!” He heard the grunts from them as they tried to keep their lions intact. With one last final push from Red, he was able to finally able to get the main power to explode. In that instant, all the jets stopped along with their shots. They all cheered happy it was finally over. All that remained around them was now jet debris.

“Great job, paladins, now if specifically Lance and Keith could take Veronica back I would be deeply appreciative.” Coran’s voice came through their comms along with a distressed Veronica.

With a gasp from both Lance and Keith they were first ones to shoot towards the castle and land in their hangers. After they left their lions they raced to the control room and almost ran into each other when they got there together. Keith was the first to enter and rush towards where Coran was cradling Veronica in his arms. When he was close he gently took her into his arms and when she looked up at him she quickly latched onto the black fabric of his flight suit. Her loud cries now stopped upon seeing both of them but the tears continued to fall. Keith lifted a hand to brush through her hair and a sense of parental protection came over him in that instant. With Lance next to him it all felt right.

“Wow, it looks like it was hard for her. Did you calm her down, Coran?” Lance asked. He was also trying to calm her tears by rubbing her back.

“Yes, I remembered another time when I had to take care of a baby during a battle. I couldn’t leave her unattended it didn’t feel right.”

“Well, thanks we really appreciate it. It looks like you helped a lot. We owe ya one!” Lance said.

“Ah no need. Happy to help!” His smile was genuine as he looked at the two. “Now I suggest you both wash up, dinner will be served soon and the little one there is going to need a lot of attention.” They both nodded and left the room.

XXX

After they both washed up and had eaten they were back in the common room. They were the only ones in there and they noticed something. Whenever either of them got up from the couch to go get something or so much as moved away, Veronica would get unruly and throw a fit. They had her in the middle of them and she was content with the tablet that Keith had gotten until they moved away. She would tear her eyes away from the tablet to look at them worriedly and start a fit.

“I don’t get it. We aren’t in any danger and I can barely move without her starting something. I know babies want attention but this is ridiculous.” Lance was slumped against the couch. Right now Veronica was happily looking at the tablet playing with the glowing shapes on it, moving and throwing them around on the screen.

“I know it’s weird. Do you think it has something to do with the fight? Maybe she’s nervous it’ll happen again.”

“But there’s no alarm! And we aren’t panicking so there should be no reason to be nervous.” Lanced sighed. He wanted to get up and get a drink but earlier he barely made it past the couch before Veronica threw a big enough fit for him to come back. “Is there something in that tablet about Galra kids that would explain it. They act differently than earth babies so maybe it has something on there.”

“Well I could check, but it’s a bit preoccupied at the moment.” Keith looked down at Veronica who was completely memorized by the glow of the tablet. It would have been cute if they weren’t currently frustrated. Keith moved his arm and made a grab for the tablet making Veronica let out a sound of displeasure. She reached for it and again Keith had to move his arms higher to keep it out of reach. “Alright let’s see…” He scrolled through trying to find something or anything about what was happening. “I can’t find anything about… – wait.”

That caught Lances attention. “What is it?”

“This passage here. I think I know what it is, but… here just listen. ‘Shortly after birth Galra children need special and lots of attention. If abandoned during the first week of birth, the child will scream for its parents until they return to it or a different pair adopts it. The baby will now need constant attention as to reassure it will not be abandoned again.’ I think this is why she was so distressed when we left to fight. It probably reminded her of her parents leaving her in that tree and now she wants to make sure we don’t do the same. We need to be with her constantly now to reassure her.”

“Wow that’s really sad. If they knew this then why did her parents leave? If they can’t abandon their children wouldn’t it be safer to take her with them?”

“Lance do you remember the planet we were on? There wasn’t a trace of the Galra and all the houses we saw looked like they were ransacked and destroyed. Her parents probably thought they were going to get killed and hid her to keep her safe. To them, abandoning her and her potentially living despite their own fate was worth it.” Keith was staring back down at the passage trying to read through more of it.

“Yeah I guess so. It’s still sad though. Man, I am really starting to hate the Ospions right now. I mean I know the Galra are bad but would they really kill a child of a family? It just seems a bit harsh is all. Besides not all Galra are bad, if they were just living peacefully beside them there was no reason to attack them.”

“I don’t know. All I do know is that after Allura and Coran finish their diplomatic meeting with the king tomorrow we are gone.” The tablet was now returned to Veronica and she happily squealed and started playing with it again with a big smile.

“Finally! I am so done with this planet. The only good thing that came out of this was Veronica here. If we hadn’t found her I would’ve suggested leaving a lot sooner.” Lance stretched his arms up and over his head with a yawn. “Well, I don’t know about you, but after today I am beat. I’m gonna hit the hay.” He barely stood up before Veronica let out a wail and with a groan he was forced to sit back down again.

“What are we going to do about her? We need to sleep but she won’t let either of us out her sight.”

“I don’t know, but I’m not staying in here all night. At least bring her along to the rooms and we’ll figure it out on the way.” Lance got up along with Keith and they made their way to the other side of the ship where the bedrooms were at. They all had their assigned rooms for the purpose of keeping order and easy access to their lions, but they were free to switch rooms if any issue occurred. So, on the way they had tried to come up with different options, one of which consisted of waiting until she was asleep and then go into their own rooms, but they were too tired to wait for her to fall asleep. Once they had reached their rooms they had yet to come up with an option to how they were going to sleep that night.

By now Keith had switched holding Veronica to Lance and they were standing outside Lance’s room. They had both thought of sleeping in the same room, but neither of them had the courage to bring the option up. Keith looked up at Lance building up the courage the more that time had passed. He didn’t mind staying the same room with Lance, he had thought about it before but there was no reason to bring it up. Now here was his chance, but he was still nervous. What if Lance was repulsed and refused to share a room even for the sake of Veronica’s and their sleep? It was thoughts like that, that made him back down. However, he wanted to ask and take the question off his shoulders. So with a huge breath he steeled himself and –

“Paladins!” It was Coran. He was walking down the halls, no doubt checking around the castle for anything to fix. “What are you two still doing up? I’d figure after today you two would be asleep by now.”

“Well we wanted to but Veronica is really causing a problem for that. She won’t let either of us leave her for even a second, and we can’t go to our own room because she’ll throw a fit.” Lance readjusted his hold on said child when she squirmed trying to look back at Coran.

“Hmm, well have you thought of just sharing a room? We have rooms with a bed fit for two people so it wouldn’t be a problem for you to switch rooms. It would make sense since it seems you two now need to be together more.” At the mention Keith’s cheeks felt hot and practically heard the blood rush to his ears. It was what he was going to suggest anyway, but thinking about it and actually hearing it out loud was a different story. However, Keith didn’t really get much time to form an answer because Lance had already freaked out enough for Keith to know how he felt about the arrangement.

“W-Wait share a room with Keith?! You’re not--- I mean there’s another option right? I mean I don’t want to share a bed or anything.” He laughed nervously but Keith already knew his answer. He wouldn’t admit it but in that second of refusal, he swore he felt a sharp stab of pain in heart as if it had been torn.

“We don’t have a choice do we? We’ll just have to deal with it. Coran can you show us the room?” His voice was rough and almost snappish. Lance and Coran had both looked at Keith almost in a shock as he had not been that hostile moments before. With a curt nod from Coran he led them further down the hall. Lance took this moment to take a glance at Keith and noticed how his whole demeanor had changed. In the past two days when they’ve had Veronica he seemed almost softer and his grouchy attitude was gone. Now it was back. The slouch in his shoulder, the grumpy expression in his face, and the crossed arms. Lance looked away and knew that he was probably the cause.

Once they reached the room, Coran programed the controls on the door for them to enter. They both thanked him and walked inside. The first thing was Lance noticed was Keith immediately took some extra blankets that were folded at the end of the bed and laid them on the floor.

“Uh, Keith what are you doing?” Lance walked over to what looked like a makeshift bed. If that was the case it didn’t look very comfortable and he really didn’t want Keith to sleep on the cold floor. He would feel terrible.

“What does it look like? I’m making myself something to sleep on since you clearly stated that sleeping in the same bed was out of the question.” His voice held a slight venom to it but Lance paid it no mind.

“Keith, you don’t have to do that. Look let’s just go to sleep, you don’t have to use the floor.” By now the bed was made and Keith had pulled a pillow from the bed. When he stripped his boots, jacket, and dagger sheath off it was clear he wasn’t going to listen to lance.

“Look as long as Veronica doesn’t wail during the night and we get some sleep I don’t care. Besides I’m used to sleeping on the floor.” The last part was said so quietly that Lance almost didn’t hear it. He got down on the floor and pulled back the top layer of blankets and slipped in.

“Keith, buddy, come on, don’t—“

“Goodnight Lance.” He cut him off and Lance just sighed. He made his way to the bed and only put Veronica down to pull his shoes and jacket off. Normally he would change into his night clothes, but he didn’t want Veronica to scream out so he would have to sleep in his clothes from that day. It was only after he held her in his arms that he felt a little more peace and was able to drift off into a relatively peaceful sleep.

XXX

They were both woken up by the sound of crying. At first, they tried to ignore it but then it became louder and they knew they wouldn’t be able to sleep like this. Lance groaned and rolled over flopping a pillow over his head to block out the noise.

“Why? Why does she have to wake up in the middle of the night?” Lance’s voice was dulled by the pillow which was doing very little to block out the noise. “Just let me take her. She’s probably hungry or something.” Lance heard Keith rustle out of his position on the floor. He moved the pillow away and looked up in time to see Keith sitting up with a wince. He knew that the floor was uncomfortable.

“I can take her if you want. I know you want to sleep so…”

“It’s fine Lance, just go back to sleep.” He walked over to where Lance was laying on the bed and leaned down to take a crying Veronica into his arms. Lance could see the bags under his eyes and wanted to try again to take her instead, but at his second attempt Keith just cut him off and walked out the door. As the sound of crying floated down the hall he fell back onto the bed with a slight bounce and looked up at the ceiling. He was tired but he wanted to correct things with Keith or at apologize for what he said. He’ll admit that maybe his choice of words weren’t the best, so he wanted to fix it. Besides he hated seeing Keith sleep on the floor like that. He just hoped that he didn’t fall asleep before then.

Luckily it didn’t take too long for Keith to return. When he walked through the door Veronica was fast asleep in his arms. Now was his chance. Lance sat up quickly and rubbed the sleep out his eyes.

“Here, she was just hungry so luckily nothing too bad.” Keith laid her down gently next to Lance and was heading to his makeshift bed when Lance stopped him.

“Keith wait!” Thankfully he stopped but he didn’t turn around. “Um, okay, about what I said earlier, I may have something that I shouldn’t have.”

“You didn’t say anything wrong. Let’s just go slee—“

“No! I did say something. Listen, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I didn’t want to share a room or bed with you because I mean I thought about it but I was too nervous to say anything. I didn’t expect Coran to come up and offer and when he did I got nervous and started saying stuff I didn’t mean and I regret what I said because it hurt you which is the last thing I want to do and now you’re sleeping on the floor.” Lance continued his rambling. He was talking faster obviously getting more anxious and Keith was just standing there with his back still turned to him.

“Lance.” Keith said effectively cutting him off. He walked over to his “bed” where Lance was worried that he made things worse, but when Keith just grabbed his pillow and turned around he was happy to be wrong. He also noticed that Keith had a very bright blush on his face. It was hard to tell in the dark lighting but he was almost positive that it reached his ears.

Keith walked over to the bed and laid his pillow down next to lance’s. He was careful to sit down as to not disturb Veronica who was fast sleep in the middle of the bed. His movements were slow and uncertain though as if Lance would change his mind. But once he was fully seated in the bed he was still as a statue and Lance could clearly see the blush that covered Keith’s face and his ears. He found it cute and smiled at how shy Keith was acting. His angry demeanor was gone and now replaced by the one that he had developed over the past few days. The softness of his face was coming back, the stiffness of his body was slowly fading away, and he already seemed calmer if not nervous at his current position.

“Heh, well uhm, I guess it time to go to sleep so uhm… goodnight.” Lance said as he laid down waiting for Keith to do the same.

“Oh, uhm yeah.” Keith did the same with jerky movements and quickly closed his eyes wanting to get to sleep fast. When they were closed Lance took this time to look at Keith. He couldn’t really explain it, but the last few days, Lance had felt different around Keith. His heart skipped a bit when he was near, the strong want to put his arm around him, the need to be close with Veronica and Keith at once. He knew what it was, and he wanted and hoped Keith felt the same. Of course he noticed the blushes here and there, but he also knew that Keith liked his space and was probably just overwhelmed. He was also worried that all this time Keith was spending with him was just for the sake of Veronica. If Lance confessed and a Keith didn’t feel the same and was only there for her, then he would ruin the whole dynamic they had established and make everything worse.

Lance rubbed at his eyes frustrated with himself. He hated the feeling of being useless or not knowing what to do. Usually it didn’t bother him if he was rejected, but the thought of having to be on the same ship with someone you had feelings for and then having to face them every day and knowing they don’t like you back, it was a lot for him. He liked Keith, he would fully admit it, and it was making him a mess.

‘Stupid Keith and his stupid cute face. I hate this.’ He thought. With a silent groan he closed his eyes. Maybe a nights rest would ease his mind and make everything a little clearer in the morning.

#klance #voltron #Voltron legendary defender #keith voltron #lance voltron #domestic klance #Galra Keith #Voltron OC

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stormcrow-whispers · 8 years ago

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Three Times Kallista Drew Ronan and One Time She Didn’t

Kallista shook her head in disbelief as she watched Tami and the others inspect three of her childhood drawings hanging on Ronan’s wall. “I can’t believe you kept those.” she said wryly, a teasing grin pulling at the corners of her lips. He chuckled softly, “I kept them so I could show your friends if you ever brought any home.” He may have meant it to sound sarcastic, but she was overwhelmed by the warmth she heard in his tone, a warmth that rarely ever made an appearance, a warmth he reserved only for her.

She whipped her head around to face him, the rings in her ears clinking softly together as she did so, and her fiery eyes went wide. He was smiling, albeit it was a small one, but it was a smile nonetheless. He had a far away look in his lilac eyes, too lost in his thoughts to acknowledge her. Kallista grinned widely. She knew full well the difference between Ronan acting and Ronan being sincere, and if that fond look on his face was any indication, he was being sincere as shit. God he’d gotten sappy with age.

Ronan liked to think of himself as a patient person. Calm, cool, and collected under pressure, he’d never truly lashed out in impatience at anyone. It’s why he was so good at his job and one of the many reasons he’d gone up the ranks so quickly. His daughter, however, was proving to be a real test of his patience.

“Kallista! Come eat your dinner!” he called out for what felt like the thousandth time, annoyance starting to color his voice. The only response he received was silence once again. At this rate, she was going to go hungry, especially given how picky she was with her food as of late. He stuck his head through the doorway to the living room to scold her, but stopped when he spotted her sitting cross legged on the floor in the corner by a small lamp, her back to him. She was hunched over something and seemed to be working very intently, her little arm moving furiously back and forth, a subdued scratching reaching his ears. He frowned. What could she possibly be doing that she was completely tuning him out?

He slinked forward silently to get a better look, stepping carefully around the room so as not to be detected by the small tiefling. Once he reached her side, he crouched down to her level to get a better look. Despite his obvious presence at her side, she still hadn’t shown any indication that she’d noticed him, too engrossed in her work. He stared down at her quizzically. It seemed like she was drawing something, if the wide array of crayons strewn around her were any indication, but he couldn’t tell exactly what yet. It could be a person, but he’d need to get a better look to know for sure. He waited a few moments to see if she’d sense him, and when she didn’t, he finally spoke.

“What exactly are you doing?”

At the sound of his voice Kallista yelped in surprise and flung herself forward onto the drawing, completely obscuring it from his view, sending her crayons flying across the room in the process. She whipped her head around to shoot him a nervous look, her tail curling around her diminutive frame in what he could only guess was discomfort. “N-nothing! It’s nothing!”

“From what I saw it wasn’t nothing.” he drawled, tilting his head to the side to try and get a look at it between her tangled limbs, which caused her to curl even further into herself and give him a petulant look. He huffed impatiently and rolled his eyes. “I already saw some of it so you might as well show me.”

For a moment, she didn't budge, eyes narrowing slightly at him. She shifted just enough so she could look down at her work, then back at him, her face drawn in a mask of deep thought, brows furrowed slightly as she analyzed her options. Eventually she sighed, her shoulders falling slightly in defeat as she slowly reached down to pull the drawing out from under herself. She examined it for a moment, her crimson eyes flicking between him and the drawing, before very quickly shoving the thing in his face, her head turned away in embarrassment. The gesture took him by surprise, but not as much as what he saw when he finally got a good look at the piece of paper before him. His eyes grew wide. Ronan could count on one hand the amount of times he’d been rendered speechless in the last several years. This was definitely one of those moments.

She’d drawn HIM.

He plucked the sheet of paper from her grasp to inspect it properly and held it at a more acceptable distance. It wasn’t a masterpiece by any means, drawn with a heavy hand, comical proportions, colors going outside the lines in many places, much like any child’s drawing. She’d neglected to add his pupils and had simplified his armor considerably, and his scar was not much else than a dark line slashing across his face, and….was that a scowl? And why had she given him fangs...?

All things considered, she’d captured his likeness fairly well, but the fact that she’d drawn him...

The longer Ronan sat in silence, the more crestfallen Kallista became. She’d worked really really hard to make the drawing for him, and she’d wanted it to be a surprise, and now he was just sitting there staring at it and not saying anything? She was starting to regret making it at all. He probably hated it.

She stood up awkwardly, dusting off her knees as she did so, eyes glued to the floor. “I’m...sorry it’s not very good...I can just throw it out if-” The weight of his hand on her tiny shoulder cut her off, and her head snapped up in surprise. Eyes still glued to to the drawing, Ronan let out a soft chuckle. “It’s great, I love it. Thank you.” He finally turns to her and gives her the smallest of smiles. It was more of a grimace than anything really, but she’d take it. Although momentarily taken aback by his response, Kallista puffs up with pride, a huge grin cracking across her face. She could barely contain her excitement at his approval. And when he stood up to hang it on the wall, she jumped up and down with glee.

It was the first of many drawings she’d make for him throughout the years. She took up drawing as a bit of a hobby during their downtime between missions and training, and he frequently ended up as her subject. Not surprising, given how much time they spent together, but somewhat annoying at times. Every time she made one he particularly liked, he’d hang it up on the wall in the living room.

For a while in her teenage years, Kallista’s drawings veered more towards the fantastical. Big eyes, crazy spiky hair, bright flashy colors, and more harsh angles in their limbs and wrinkles in their clothing than Ronan thought any person should ever have. He figured it was a phase, he’d seen other kids her age draw this way, but it didn’t make it any less strange to him. It didn’t really bother him much, that is until he stumbled upon her drawing him in this ridiculous new style.

The drawing itself wasn’t bad, just...ridiculous. He wasn’t sure why she’d made his scar 3 times larger than it really was, or his eyes and his horn for that matter, and his hair definitely wasn’t that long and spiky. And who in their right mind cut holes out of their daggers? The wrapping on the handles he understood, sure, better grip was always a plus in a fight, but cut outs? Not to mention the the strange pose she drew him in. Was he supposed to be running with his arms back like that? It didn’t seem safe at all, especially where balance and stealth were concerned. And from the looks of the wild hair and cape and what he assumed were speed lines, he was most certainly supposed to be running at ridiculous speeds.

“You...made me look like some sort of action hero.” he regarded the drawing with a look of intense confusion. “I mean, that’s kinda what you look like when you’re running around on missions and on rooftops and stuff.” she stated very matter of factly, not bothering to look up from her work to greet him as she added the finishing touches. She seemed to have switched out her usual pencils for colored inks this time around, a development that perturbed him when he noticed the dark stains on his kitchen table surrounding her work space. That was definitely never coming out. Lovely.

He continued watching her work over her shoulder, scanning the page as he did so, his frown only deepening as he began to notice various accents to his wardrobe. “Why did you give me so many belts…? Do half of those even serve a purpose? They don’t look like they’re attached to anything.” She shrugged. “Belts look cool, I dunno. I mean, you do have at least two as it is, so what’s a couple more?” He grimaced at that. He wasn’t sure he agreed, but she did seem to be developing a taste for wearing ridiculous amounts of accessories as she aged, so he supposed the logic made sense, at least in her mind anyway.

He let her work in silence again for a few moments, watching as she signed it and put the current date in the bottom corner. He smirked. “That run is not at all practical you know.” She shot him a withering look. “Well if you hate it THAT much I’ll just keep it for myself then.” Before she could put it away, he snatched it from her grasp and put it on the wall next to her first one.

As ridiculous as this new art piece looked, he had to admit it had a certain…charm.

“Well, well, well, I must say I am impressed.”

Kallista snorted, a lopsided grin breaking across her face as Ronan sunk down into the chair across from her to watch her work, the exhaustion from the the day's work drawn in the lines of his shoulders and face. “Wow, I never thought I’d hear that from you.” He rolled his eyes at that, a sarcastic edge creeping into his tired voice. “You wound me, child.” She glanced up at him with a laugh, her crimson eyes dancing with mirth. “I’m sure you’ll recover.”

She turned her attention back to her work, glancing back up at him every so often, using him as a reference, eyes narrowed in concentration as she added subtle details and shading to her drawing. Unlike the other two he had on display, this one was a simple bust, and a very lifelike one at that. His crooked nose, his high cheekbones and strong jaw, even the deep scar spider webbing across the left side of his face were rendered with startling accuracy. One thing that hadn’t changed throughout the years though was the heavy black outline she gave everything. His lips twitched up a bit at the corners in the ghost of a smile as he remembered the first drawing she made him all those years ago. “You know I never asked you why you always insist on using me as your subject.”

Kallista sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and arching her brow at him, an air of disbelief coloring her voice. “Are you really asking me that?” He glowered at her in response but said nothing. She immediately sprung forward in her seat and pointed a finger at him, grinning from ear to ear. “There. That’s why.” “I didn’t do anything.” “Exactly, you have that same stupid scowl on your face all day, makes you easy to draw. No need to ask to you keep still if you always keep the same expression.”

Ronan groaned in annoyance and put his head in his hands. He heard Kallista snicker in response before her chair creaked loudly as she leaned forward to begin working again. When the sound of her charcoal scraping across the paper stopped all together and was replaced by a muffled rustle, he glanced back up at her curiously.

She was digging through one of her little craft bags looking for something. She pulled out a ridiculous amount of metal knitting needles of various sizes in the process, as well as a plethora of different pencils, scraps of yarn and paper, and a small knife or two. The mountain of clutter on his kitchen table grew larger and larger by the second, making him cringe internally, until she finally found what she was looking for--two purple pencils, one lighter, one darker, the same color as his eyes. With the deft precision of a master lock pick, she filled in the color of his eyes, never once going outside the lines or accidentally blending in with the charcoal. Once she was satisfied, she sat back with a smile and a nod, and began stuffing her supplies away again.

“You know I wasn’t kidding when I said I was impressed.”

Kallista looked back over her shoulder when he spoke, and found him near her side, examining the drawing up close. He was always rather good at sneaking up on her, even now. She watched his lilac eyes slowly track around the page, watched his expression change minutely from its usual mask of disinterest to one of pride and wonder. His hand hovered close to the page as he deliberated between picking it up or leaving it be, almost as if he was afraid to ruin it. She smiled softly, all traces of her earlier humor replaced with warmth, her voice quiet. “Yeah I know.”

Kallista sat perched atop one of the towering buildings in the Plaster District, a stolen bottle of expensive wine in hand, staring out into the night sky and watching the stars shine high above her. She was going to miss this, miss sitting high above the city and watching the people mill by. Hell, as much of a pain as it was living in Holden as a tiefling, especially one as ridiculous looking as herself, she was going to miss this place and its people. She’d really come to love it over the years, and she wasn’t sure how to feel about leaving for an indeterminate amount of time, especially considering it was her first time venturing outside the city.

Most of all, she wasn’t sure how to feel about leaving Ronan behind. When he wasn’t away on business, they saw each other every day, and frequently ran missions together. He even joked she should have never bothered moving out considering how often she came to visit. It was going to be strange being the one leaving town for once.

She brought the bottle to her lips and took a swig of it, letting out a sigh as the warm liquid burned her throat. Baskerville momentarily attempted to have a taste himself, his tiny little hands hooking into the opening of the bottle, but she plucked him from her lap before he could get close enough and placed him back on her shoulder. He squeaked indignantly at her before nipping at her fingers and running back into the hood of her cloak. She grinned. Sneaky little bugger always wanted what he couldn't have.

After some time, she felt a familiar presence behind her. “I thought I’d find you up here.” Kallista didn’t say anything in response, merely extended her arm to offer him a drink from her bottle. She heard the soft shuffle of his cloak and the whisper of his leather boots on the roof tiles as he strode forward to take the bottle from her and sit by her side. He took a long drink before passing it back to her. He’d made quite a dent in it judging by how much lighter it felt. She turned her head slightly to look at him, watching as he adjusted and readjusted the bandana around his neck, noticing the slight twitch in his eyebrows and lips and the unsteadiness of his fingers. He didn’t seem to be taking her imminent departure too well either. She said nothing of it though, and turned back to look out upon the city once more.

They sat in silence for several minutes, passing the bottle back and forth every so often, before he finally spoke.

“I’m going to miss you, you know.” His voice was quiet, barely a whisper, and if she wasn’t so accustomed to the hushed tones of his speech, she would never have heard it over the din from below.

She leaned back on her hands slightly and turned so she could face him better. In any other situation she would have answered back with sarcasm, something about how she was the best part of this terrible city so of course he’d miss her, but now was not the time. Not when he was so clearly affected by the situation. She sighed, a sad smile crossing her face. “I’m going to miss you too. A lot.” Silence took over once more, and it was so heavy it was deafening. He was never really good with emotionally charged situations like these, although neither was she, so she didn’t press him. Like father like daughter it seemed, or however it was the saying went.

She glanced over at him every so often, biting the inside of her lip anxiously as she tried to work up the courage to say something, anything to lift the uncomfortable silence. After several agonizing minutes she cleared her throat awkwardly, her fingers twitching nervously over to the pack at her side. “Hey...I, uh, I got you something...”

At that he finally turned to face her, a look of aloof curiosity crossing his features. Good, that was better than that depressed look he had on before at least. She dove into her pack in earnest, sifting through her tools and notes until she finally pulled out what looked like a heavy envelope. She passed it to him tentatively. He inspected the exterior for a moment before carefully undoing the seal and removing its contents. He was speechless.

Kallista fidgeted a bit in her seat as she waited for a response, and when he said nothing she continued. “I, um, I had two of these made, one for you and one for me. Sort of to remember each other by I guess, since I don’t know how long I’ll be gone or how much I’ll be able to write.”

Ronan’s shocked gaze drunk in all the details on the thin canvas in his hands. It was a color portrait of the two of them, similar to the family portraits the nobles in town hung above their mantles, but on a much smaller scale. It was still remarkable, and it captured their likenesses perfectly. They had their arms around each other’s shoulders, her with a big toothy grin, him with a scowl and the slightest smile pulling at one corner of his lips. He whipped his head around to look at her. “How…?” She shrugged. “I’ve drawn you a million and one times. The painter used one of my drawings as a reference, and I posed with a stand in.” His lavender gaze turned back to the painting once more, before setting it down behind him carefully and pulling her into a fierce hug, totally overwhelmed. “Thank you.” The raw emotion in his voice nearly brought tears to her eyes, and she hugged him back tightly. God she was really going to miss him.

After a while he let her go, thanking her once more before turning his attention back to the unexpected, thoughtful gift. He ran his fingers carefully over the small ridges created by the many layers of paint, a bittersweet sort of sadness taking over him once more as he recalled the many years they’d spent together as a tiny, terrible, and practically inseparable two person family. The quiet between them this time wasn’t quite as unbearable as before, and this time he was the one to break it.

“You know, I guess I never considered they’d send you beyond the walls. That or I was completely in denial about the possibility.” After one final glance at it, he carefully put the painting back in its envelope and into his bag, then turned to her once more. “Either way, this place is going to feel a lot lonelier without you constantly pestering me to death on a daily basis.”

For a moment Kallista sat in a sort of stunned silence, taken aback by his sudden sarcasm after such a heavy exchange. But her bark of laughter that followed broke the melancholic cloud that had been hanging over them, and he smiled, really, genuinely smiled, watching as she doubled over in a fit of giggles. When she finally caught her breath, she roughly shoved at his shoulder, still grinning widely. “Dad you’re the worst, you know that?”

Ronan smirked, and this time it touched his eyes. “So I’ve been told.”

#this was supposed to be a short one shot and it turned into a 3500 word monstrosity #i was gonna draw the fourth drawing but got LAZY so it'll either happen at a later date or i'll commission it or something #BUT HERE YOU GO #Kallista and ronan aka knife dad and knife dad's gay daugther #writings #kallista #ronan #the campaign #art

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