#Is it silly yes is it soppy yes is it finally going to let me rest YES

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In the Weeds

It’s another sunny day in Baldur’s Gate, and Astarion’s been left behind.

“It’s not that I don’t want you there,” Falerin had said as he gathered up Wyll, Karlach, and Gale. “It’s just…”

“We need someone who’s not going to bleed the place dry,” Gale added, then paused. “No pun intended.”

Well, let them go on their do-good mission. There was still a whole city out there, and while it had been wise to stay put at camp out in the wilderness, Astarion knew every hidden alley and sneaky getaway in the city—he’d even wager he knew the area better than the Absolute. And during the day, there was no threat at all from Cazador or his siblings. So he took his chance to go out and properly explore the city he knew in the sunlight.

Which was a great idea, in theory, except that the city Astarion knew was dingy alleyways and hidden alcoves and the stinking sewers. He couldn’t even pop in for a drink alone, because he’d been banned from most places thanks to his…sparkling wit. So he ended up contenting himself with walking through the streets. It was odd, seeing the shops open and people milling about. No one even spared him a second glance—nothing unusual about an elf wandering around in the middle of the day, after all.

He had no real destination in mind, but his feet found a familiar path outside of his usual haunts. He wound through the city, the hustle and bustle slowly giving way to quieter streets and homes. He looked about, hardly even aware of where he was going, until he stepped off of cobbled stone and onto soft dirt.

Astarion blinked, looking around. Ah. The graveyard. Well, it was as good a place as any to while away the time—what happened, he wondered, if you died but already had a grave? If he didn’t make it, maybe they’d just pop him back in.

Or, well, no, they wouldn’t. Because if it got out he was a vampire, there likely wouldn’t be much of him left to bury.

He puffed out a breath, looking up overhead. Well, may as well go pay his respects. He started to wander over to a familiar tombstone, then stopped abruptly at what he saw there.

An elf woman—middle-aged or thereabouts—knelt in front of a grave, humming to herself as she cleared the weeds from it. Her long white hair was piled up on top of her head, with a few errant curls escaping to curl around her ears. She wore a lovely deep blue dress, with thin black leather gloves for her work with the weeds. Astarion watched her, silent, brows furrowed.

It took a few minutes, but she finally sat back on her heels with a satisfied little breath. Shit, he should cast invisibility before she turned around. Just as he raised his hands, she stood up and turned around. She let out a startled little “oh!”, hand going to her mouth. Her eyes were a deep blue, nearly violet, and they locked on his for a moment before glancing at his hands.

“Oh, I don’t want any trouble!” she said quickly.

Astarion glanced at his hands, then let them drop. “Nor do I. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.” He cleared his throat, making a face at how…soft his voice had been. The woman waved her hand.

“Oh, you weren’t disturbing me at all,” she assured. “Just doing some tending.”

“I’m…very sorry for your loss.”

“That's very sweet, but you don’t need to be.” The woman sighed, glancing back at the grave over her shoulder. “Brother of mine. Honestly, I don’t remember him all that well. He died when I was very young. Sad business, from what I do remember; not even a hundred.” She looked back at him and shrugged. “But our parents used to tend his grave nearly every day, so I figure I’d keep it up now that they’re out of the city.”

Something tight settled in Astarion’s throat, and it wouldn’t budge even with the hardest swallow he could manage. “I…I see. That’s very kind of you, Miss…?”

“Sadiira,” the woman said, breezy as anything. “And it’s Mrs., actually, but I quite enjoy the flattery.”

“Sadiira,” Astarion repeated. He glanced at the ground, then looked back up at her. “You know, it’s the funniest thing, you remind me of someone. Now—and stop me, of course, if this is too forward—but…what was your child name?”

Sadiira laughed, head tilting back and laugh lines etched in her cheeks. “I promise you didn’t know me back then. You’re a young thing, I can tell. Not even fifty yet, I’d guess.”

“A little older, but I get that a lot.”

“Mm. It’s those shadows around your eyes; you look like a student who’s skipped out on sleep.” Sadiira shook her head, curls fluttering. “Oh, where are my manners—I didn’t catch your name.”

“Gale,” Astarion said without hesitation.

“Ah, see, now that is a good child name,” Sadiira said. “I’ll tell you what I was stuck with—Ariadne. As a child!” She shook her head, clicking her tongue, then looked up, fair brows drawing together as she looked over Astarion’s face. “Oh my, are you all right?”

“What?” Astarion's voice broke, and he quickly shook his head. “Oh. Yes. Absolutely fine. Just…” He gestured around them with a weak little laugh. “You know how it is. The…energy of this sort of place.”

“Don’t I know it? This is the longest I’ve spent here, I think. Not that I’m not enjoying chatting with you, Gale.” She gave a little laugh. “Still. Shouldn’t be surprising, having a child name like Ariadne.” She gestured to the tombstone behind her. “My poor brother was called Astarion, of all things. Dramatic sorts, us Ancuníns.”

“Really? I never would have guessed.”

They both laughed at that. It was…nice. Well, as nice as laughing in a graveyard could be. After a moment, Sadiira sighed, looking up.

“Well, I ought to be getting back home. My husband gets worried with all this…Absolute nonsense going on, and my daughter, gods. She’s twenty-five, and you know what kids are like at that age.”

Astarion smirks. “Does she have a too-long name, too? Or did that tradition die with you?”

“Oh, it very much died with me.” Sadiira smiled a bit, face softening. “Her name’s Aster. Short enough to be manageable, but…I thought it would be nice. Like a bit of my brother could still be around.” She looked up at him, narrowing her eyes a bit. “Hm. Maybe we have met. You must be familiar if I’m dumping all of this on you.”

Astarion gave her a thin smile, fighting the ever-increasing lump in his throat. “Just…one of those faces. It happens a lot.” He dipped his head. “Anyway, far be it from me to keep you.” His smile stayed up as she gave him a nod in return, though it faded as she started to walk away. “A—Sadiira?”

She paused and turned, eyebrows raising. “Yes?”

Astarion looked over her for a moment, then swallowed. “Take care of yourself. Please.”

To his surprise, Sadiira let out a trilling laugh, hand going over her heart. She sent him a grin. “Darling,” she said, “I’ve been doing that for two centuries and almost a quarter more. I’ll be just fine, I promise.” She gave him a final smile of her own, lines etching themselves back into her cheeks. “You take care of yourself, too, Gale. Get some rest—I think you need it.”

With that she turned, and Astarion let her go. He leaned against one of the tombstones, letting out a soft, shaky breath. There were…a lot of emotions left to unpack, and there wasn’t nearly enough time to do so. He shut his eyes, fighting the sting that threatened them, then pushed himself to stand up straight and make his way out of the graveyard.

~~

“…and then, Karlach decides to throw a barrel that is on fire right at him!”

“No one got hurt! Well, except the guys we were fighting, but that’s the point!”

A laugh went around the table at Elfsong, where the party—returned from their adventure for the day—were recounting all that had happened. Falerin laughed along with the rest, but he glanced up at Astarion, who was oddly…contemplative.

“You’re not mad that we didn’t bring you, right?” he asked quietly.

The vampire, who had been tracing his finger around the edge of his wine glass, suddenly glanced up. “Hm? Oh, no, just thinking.”

Falerin nearly made a joke, but opted against it. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“Gods, no, nothing like that.” His finger paused, and he looked up at Fal. His face was serious, and he started to speak, but finally he scoffed as he picked up his glass. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve gotten all the tragic backstory I have.” He took a drink, then looked back to the others. “Did Gale manage to trip on some grease? I swear he manages it every time, even when there’s no grease for miles.”

“It was one time, thank you,” Gale said. “And I’ll not hear another word considering your missed trap almost blew up the lot of us down in Grymforge.”

Astarion clicked his tongue, leaning against Falerin. “You miss one trap after literal dozens and everyone complains…”

Falerin watched him, then shrugged and took a drink of his cider. Well, whatever it was seemed to have dissipated. Really couldn’t have been anything too important.

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𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader, engwnt x reader

summary: you and leah have been friends with benefits for quite some time but what happens when you both win the euros and spend an eventful night with each other?

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving), oral (r giving) | minors dni

word count: 5.9k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for a long time and i completely forgot to post it so sorry about that. this is also my first time writing anything to do with woso so bear with me as I learn the ropes of it all. 

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You and Leah had a complicated relationship. The two of you both playing for Arsenal and being a part of the England team meant the two of you spent a lot of time together. In more ways than one.

You had met Leah when you first joined Arsenal. Being transferred from Man City meant you had to move across the country. You felt a little out of place at first but once you stepped foot onto the pitch and felt a ball at your feet you became unstoppable.

Your position as a striker meant that many of your drills were against Leah. The two of you soon grew your friendship over the simplest of things till one day it became something more.

It wasn’t planned and it was very out of the blue but after one of the girls invited everyone out after the season ended, everything changed.

After many drinks and karaoke songs later you found yourself waking up the next morning in a random hotel room with Leah fast asleep beside you. You would've thought everything was platonic till you noticed the lack of clothes.

Remembering the night before, dancing, singing and a whole lot of alcohol. Trying to pick bits and pieces apart to figure out how you got in this situation.

Drunken kisses, impatient touches, fogged minds. The two of you didn't care about the aftermath, only the present. The feeling of your skin on one other, bringing you both to an ultimate high.

Watching the realisation cross Leah's mind as she remembered all what happened the night before left you dreading what was to come. Having a sinking feeling that Leah would want nothing to do with you, it came as a shock that she wanted a different arrangement.

Friends with benefits. The three words circling your mind. Heart racing at the thought.

Dumbly agreeing, you had no idea what was to come for the up and coming years.

“You ready?” You asked as you sat beside Leah on the coach.

“As I can be.” She smiled, turning her focus away from her phone and solely onto you.

The two of you were sitting on the coach with the rest of the England team as you waited to be driven to Wembley for the Euros final.

“I never really imagined I'd be here.” You confessed.

“Why's that?”

“It all feels a bit surreal to be honest.” You shrugged. “I feel like someone else should be in my place.”

“You deserve to be here, you were chosen for a reason.” Leah said comfortingly.

“Enough with the soppy shit.” You chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” Leah chuckled as she held up her hands in defence leaning away a little.

“Ask me something random, this is going to be a long journey and I’m already bored.”

“Ouch, you wound me y/l/n.”

“You’re not boring me, just the journey.”

“Mhm, okay.”

“Promise.” You said as you gave Leah a silly smile.

“You want a question?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay, what would you say is your favourite food?”

“You know this!”

“You told me to ask you a question.”

“I thought it’d be more exciting than that.”

“Alright, favourite sex position?”

“Ooh, kinky.”

“Oh my god.” Leah groaned.

“You know that one too.” You said giving Leah a wink.

“I give up.”

“Let me ask you questions.”

“No.”

“Please.” You said dragging out the ‘e’ at the end.

“Fine.”

“Have you ever had a sex dream about me?”

“Are all the questions going to be sexual?”

You paused for a moment. “Yes.”

“Perhaps.”

“That’s a yes? Right?”

“Yes, I’ve had one.”

“Wow, I thought you’d be more reluctant than that.”

“We’ve had sex, I don’t think it really matters.”

“Fair point.”

“Next question.”

“Ever thought of being called captain in the bedroom?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Just for the pitch?” You laughed.

“That’s just wrong.” Leah laughed along.

“Any plans for after the game?”

“I've got a surprise for you.”

Seeing Leah give you a flirtatious wink and a cheeky grin, you knew what she had in mind. Immediately wanting to be in that hotel room already.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Of course you do.” Leah chuckled, causing you to break out into a smile.

“What does the surprise entail?”

“That's for me to know and you to find out.”

“You love messing with me, don't you?”

Leah didn't say anything, just shrugging her shoulders, biting back a laugh threatening to escape from her lips.

“Maybe.”

“Alright, you just wait till later.”

“Can’t wait.”

As you made your way to Wembley you and Leah conversed about all different types of game plays and anything that could make you european champions even if it did mean that you’d get sent off. You were willing to do anything and everything for your team.

“I mean, if it comes to it I’m willing to get a red.” You said.

“No way, we need you up front.”

“You don't, there's Russo, Beth, Ellen and Miss England herself.”

“You're not getting yourself sent off.” Leah said in an authoritative tone.

“Fine. No promises though.”

“Don't be difficult. I’ll just get Sarina to bench you.”

“Hey! You can't do that.” You whisper-shouted.

“I’m captain, remember?”

“Still-”

“No, y/n.”

“You're no fun.”

“You're a little shit.” Leah joked.

“I’m taller and older than you.”

“Only by a couple months.”

“Mhm, you have to respect the elders.”

“Just don't get yourself sent off.”

“I won't. I want to be on the pitch for the final whistle.”

“And help me lift the trophy?”

“One hundred percent.”

Stepping out of the coach, walking past mass amounts of paparazzi, you made your way into the locker room. Seeing your name and number on the back of an England jersey will never get old and you feel a sense of pride every time you look at it.

Looking to your left you see Leah looking at hers, the captain's armband standing proudly on top of it. Sensing someone was looking at her, Leah looked around the room till her eyes landed on yours.

Nothing needed to be said so the two of you smiled at each other. Walking over to the blonde you placed your hand to the small of her back and leaned your chin on her shoulder.

“You should be proud of yourself.” You said, smiling softly as Leah leaned back into you.

“I’m scared.” Leah admitted quietly.

“There's nothing to be scared of. No matter the outcome, you led us here, we are here because of you and we’re going to win because of you.”

“But what if we don’t.”

“Then we’ll figure it out, but if you want my honest opinion, I don't think Germany stands a chance with you as our captain.”

“I hope you're right.”

“When am I not?”

You and the rest of the girls were soon called out for the warm ups and that's when it started to become more real, the pressure, the game and what was at stake.

Fans started to fill the stadium, the seats flooded with white and red, each and every one of them giving you that extra confidence boost fueling you up for the game.

Heading back to the locker room you and the rest of the girls put on your kits with pride and waited for the match to begin. Slipping on your boots, you made sure your shin-pads were in the right place, your socks at the right height, your shorts tightened and your top proudly showing off your number on the back.

Shaking off the nerves, you follow the rest of your teammates out to the tunnel. Rolling your shoulders back you put your game face on before you walked onto the pitch. Standing side by side with your teammates singing the national anthem proudly, all you needed to do now was win.

Easier said than done.

When the ref blew her whistle you kicked off the game. Straight away you could tell that both teams were on the offensive. Ellen had an early chance but it unfortunately went over the bar.

Each team going back and forth, you put your maximum effort in to help out in any way possible. After your shot was blocked by the German keeper she threw the ball to Hendrich. Wanting the ball back you sprinted after the defender in hopes of regaining possession.

You knew it was risky, you being a little rough a slide tackle would most likely end with a yellow or even a red but you did it anyway. Your foot tapped the ball out of the Germans way and off the pitch.

The woman tumbling over the top of you, led to a foot to the head and a very angry defender pushing you before you could have a chance of getting up.

Sitting on the floor you looked up at Hendrich who was going off at you. She was yelling in German so you couldn't understand a word she was saying. Standing up, you wobbled slightly before you squared up to the defender.

The two of you went back and forth, pushing and shoving each other before your teammates arrived to split the two of you apart. Lucy managed to pull you away and calm you down before you did something you’d regret.

Lucy led you towards Leah who gave you a disapproving look before she took you to the side lines and to a medic. You soon found out why when you looked at the monitor in the stands showing the tackle.

As your head was knocked by Hendrich’s boot her studs caught the side of your face causing a cut to form. They cleaned up your face before applying some cream then sending you back onto the pitch.

You managed to not receive a card, god knows how, but you didn’t question it. You gave one last look at Leah before moving back into position. The game continued on and half time hit not long after.

It was still 0-0 at half time and your determination only grew stronger. The medics gave you a check over to make sure you were all okay and you sat down to listen to Sarina give her talk and impression of the first half.

You hadn’t spoken to Leah since your little accident and it looked like she didn't want to talk or even look at you. You had a little over four minutes left before the second half started so you went and sat beside her.

“What's up?” You asked. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t, just concentrating on the game.” Leah said, brushing you off.

“You seem pissed.”

“I’m not.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you on the pitch.” You muttered as you stood up but before you could walk away, Leah grabbed ahold of your wrist and stood up herself.

She ran her finger gently over the cut on the side of your face before looking you in the eyes.

“You can be so stupid sometimes.”

“It's all a part of my charm.”

“Please be more careful next time, my heart can't take it.”

“You falling for me Williamson?” You joke.

“In your dreams, y/l/n.”

“I’ll be more careful or at least try to.”

“Remember what's at stake.”

“That feels like it has a double meaning.” You said. “Does it have a double meaning?”

“You tell me.” Leah smirked before she walked out of the locker rooms with a couple of girls, ready to start the second half.

Once the second half started you began to notice a theme. Whenever you got a hold of the ball or even if you didn’t have the ball you were being targeted.

Maybe it was payback for the slide tackle but this was starting to piss you off. You let it go, after seeing the look on Leah’s face and what she had told you in the locker room you didn’t want to upset her.

There was a bigger game to be playing.

At the 62nd minute Keira sent a lovely through ball to Tooney and she scored an absolute worldy. The whole stadium was practically shaking. Running straight to Ella you jump on her back screaming in her ear before the rest of the girls bundled ontop of each other.

Just a minute later Beth was subbed off for an injury and Chloe came onto the pitch. It was going well until the 79th minute when Germany equalised. This however, made you more determined to get the win and finally be able to say ‘it's coming home’.

There were no more goals leading the match to extra time at 1-1. As extra time continued the abuse from the German players didn't falter and you were slowly getting to your breaking point. With one nasty tackle from Huth you finally lost it. Milking it a little you rolled on the floor earning England a free kick.

The free kick led to nothing unfortunately but you aren't backing down now, each tackle you made was harder than the last, each pass was more precise, each shot coming closer to goal.

Germany receives a throw-in and Rauch passes it to Oberdorf who then passes it to Waßmuth. Big mistake. The German forward was closest to you so took it upon yourself to get the ball back.

Coming from her side, you hit the German with a hard slide tackle that immediately sent her rolling on the floor. You knew you were in the wrong, it was very unsportsmanlike but you had enough of being targeted.

The ref ran over to you two, Waßmuth still on the floor, smacking the grass repeatedly. Quickly checking on the German, the ref waved the medics over. Taking a step away from the woman, the ref made her way towards you.

“I let you get away with the first one but this cannot happen again. Got it?”

“I got the ball.” You said back. “It was clean, she’s just taking the piss.”

“I’m not going to argue with you, from my angle it didn't.”

“Alright but this is bullshit, I've been targeted this whole time and you’ve done nothing.”

“Stop with the swearing, and what do you want me to do? It's football, you're going to be targeted every once in a while.”

“So when I tackle a player it's classed as a foul but when they clearly foul me it's not? How does that work?”

“Look, just get on with the game, you're on your final warning.” The ref stepped back a little and reached into her pocket to pull out a yellow card. You couldn't really argue any more, the tackle was a clear yellow.

It was soon enough the end of the first half of extra time. You all took a quick breather, Sarina having a word with you telling you to calm down and not let them get into your head.

The game started up again and it was like the gods had answered all your prayers in the 110th minute we got a corner. Hemp sent in the cross, the ball bounced off Lucy and Chloe managed to tap it in.

You couldn't believe it, watching Chloe run around the pitch waving her top in hand before being huddled by all the girls. A thought crossed your mind. England might actually win the Euros.

From then on your main goal was to keep the ball out of your half. You passed the ball back and forth with Lucy when a player came from behind and took you off your feet. You hit the deck and grabbed onto your ankle for dear life. The ref immediately blew her whistle and ushered the medics onto the pitch. A couple of teammates were surrounding you as you rocked back and forth.

Everyone asks questions about how you were feeling only for you to not pay attention to them, your soul focus is on the clock, 2 minutes left. You knew you were completely fine, but what's wrong with a little time-wasting masterclass?

Jumping back up, you assured everyone that you were completely fine and fit to continue. After a bit more shit housery, the final whistle blew and you fell to the floor. England had done it. You had just won the Euros.

You soon felt someone sitting beside you, patting your stomach gently. You took your hands off your face to see Leah looking at you with tears in her eyes but with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen.

“We did it.” She smiled as she pulled you up to hug you.

“That we did, captain.” You grinned.

Keeping her as close as possible you soon felt your shoulder get wet. Smiling softly you pull Leah back to look at her properly.

You used the pads of your thumbs to wipe away the tears that had fallen down her face before you held her face in your hands.

“I think you owe me a surprise.” You said.

“Just you wait.”

“Lets go lift that trophy.”

A party was in full swing and all the girls were

singing their lungs off. Bealting ‘three lions’ over and over again. Dancing on top of tables, spraying drinks everywhere and just overall having an amazing time, finally being able to bring back the trophy.

You were currently watching the girls from afar, trying not to get too involved knowing there will be a killer hangover the next morning. You’ve had a couple of drinks but deciding you have had enough, sticking to a water or a coke from now on.

Whilst you talked with Lucy and Keira you tried to keep your focus on what they were saying however it kept being drawn to a certain blonde defender, who consequently wasn't anywhere to be seen.

“She's up in her room.” Keria said, her voice just being heard over the loud music.

“What?” You questioned.

“Leah, she's in our room.”

“Is she okay?”

“Not sure. She hasn't really told me anything.” You knew Keira was lying, you could tell by the corner of her lip fighting back a smile.

“I’m going to check on her.” You said as you downed your drink and placed the glass to the side.

“Just to let you know, I'm rooming with Lucy.” You said into her ear and out of shot from the defender next to her.

“So?”

“Have fun.” You smirked, sending her a wink.

“I don't understand?”

“How about we swap rooms for tonight? I know you both want some time together.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just promise not to have sex on my bed.”

“Y/n!”

“I’m joking, a little, not really. I’m going now. Bye!”

It didn't take long for you to get to Leah's room and before you knew it you were standing outside her door, trying to figure a way to knock.

“Leah?” You questioned as you knocked gently on the door. “You okay?”

The door opened a tad and you heard Leah's voice telling you to come in. Entering the room you close the door behind you before you walk further into the room and to where Leah was.

“You alright?” You asked once you turned a corner and you were met by the most beautiful sight known to mankind.

Leah was laying down on her bed in nothing but her red underwear. A smirk plastered on her face, the setting sun hitting her skin perfectly giving her a glow that made you want her even more.

“Surprise.” Leah said, her smirk cracking into a full blown smile.

"Wha- um- For me?” You asked dumbly.

“Yeah.”

“God.” You whispered under your breath as you made your way to the edge of the bed where you waited as Leah got up and crawled her way towards you, kneeling on the bed in front of you.

“I’m going to make you come as many times as I can.” Leah said in a sultry tone.

“No.”

“No?”

“I am going to make you come as many times as I can. Captain.”

“You’re so annoying.” Leah chuckled.

“You love it.” You smiled as you pulled Leah closer to you by her waist.

“Just don't call me that again.”

“I won't.” You laughed caressing your hands up and down Leah's sides. You brought her into a kiss at first it was slow and passionate but it soon turned heated and messy.

Tongues battling against each other, teeth clashing. But you both didn't care, only wanting to feel more of each other. As the kiss continued, you pushed Leah back gently and she made her way backwards on the bed so her head hit the pillows and you were towering over her. Wrapping her legs around your middle and her arms around your shoulders she brought you closer.

"Y/n." Leah whispered between kisses, sounding breathless.

You leaned forward to kiss her neck and she groaned slightly, her grip on your shoulders tightening. You smirked when you felt her shiver under your touch when you nipped at her pulse point.

You pressed your lips to the side of her neck, one arm holding you up while the other ran up and down Leah's sides, along her ribs and to the tops of her thighs. She grins, a soft hum falling from her lips at the touch.

The defender craned her neck so you could continue to kiss Leah's warm, smooth skin, making her sigh in content. Your fingers made their way over her abdomen, lower than she expected, and her breath hitches.

Chuckling softly, you rest your lips on her jaw to whisper to her, "You need something?"

Leah pauses, you can practically hear her thinking out loud. She could beg, and have you take her right now, or she could play along and let you take your time for something a little lengthier. Her fingers squeeze around your shoulders before she moves one hand taking ahold of yours and tugs it south.

"Lower. I need you lower."

"Oh?" You smirked. "Drop your hands, baby. I'll do all the work."

She nods, a soft, quiet whimper escaping as she lets her arms rest by her side. "Okay."

"Good girl," You mumbled, gentle and just about audible. It makes her buck her hips, hands grabbing onto the sheets to keep herself calm. Moving onto your knees you look down at the women in front of you.

Your hands move, teasing at the waistline of her panties and moving to graze at the lining around the top of her thighs. She moans, a shove of her hips into your hand, and you grip her a little harder with the free hand on her waist.

"Please stop teasing me."

"I'm gonna take care of you, I promise." You whispered, fingers brushing over her panties, giving you only a mere taste of how wet she is.

"Please."

You slip one hand into her panties and she shifts, spreading her legs a little wider and creating a gap for you to touch her more accurately. You fingers brush her clit and she releases a filthy groan, accompanied with a whimper of your name.

You breathe deep, breath hitching once you feel how wet she is when you move your fingers lower.

"Y/n, please."

"Alright, sweetheart, I got you." You whisper, pressing your lips to the lobe of her ear. "I've got you."

You continued your ministrations on her clit for a few more moments before you pulled your hand out of her panties and rested it beside her head, propping you up.

Before Leah could speak you kissed her again, running your hand up and over Leah’s rib cage towards her breasts, cupping them with a gentle squeeze. Leah was unable to stop the groan that slipped past her lips.

You broke the kiss and attached your lips to her jaw. Leah’s breathing was laboured, soft whimpers tumbling from her lips as your lips travelled down to her neck.

You rolled her nipples between your thumb and forefinger through the fabric of her bra as you sucked on Leah’s pulse point. Even though Leah was loving every second of what you were doing she still needed more, she bucked her hips up trying to gain some sort of friction but the attempt was stopped when you removed your hand from her breast and placed it on her waist.

"So needy." You chuckled in her ear. "So impatient."

"Y/n, please. I need you."

You didn't say anything but you used one of your hands to spread Leah’s legs apart but you didn't touch her. Instead you brought your leg up so your thigh came in contact with Leah’s core. Letting out a loud moan, Leah threw her head back at the sudden contact that she was finally receiving.

"Show me how much you need me." You said as you continued your assault on Leah’s neck.

She wasted no time and began to rock her body against your leg relieving the pressure that had started to build. But it wasn't enough and the pressure started to disappear when you moved your leg away from her centre.

"Please. I need you so bad. Please."

"You look so sexy when you beg." You said as your lips trailed further down Leah’s body. They softly grazed her hardened nipple underneath the fabric of her bra and she shuddered at the attention that they were getting.

Arching her back slightly, one of your hands snaked around to her back and unclasped her bra. Throwing the article of clothing somewhere in the room, you took one of her nipples into your mouth whilst your hand went to the other. Alternating between the two as you left hickeys across her chest.

You propped yourself up on your elbow, whilst your other hand travelled to the top of Leah’s inner thigh. Watching Leah intently as your hand finally reached its destination. How her chest was littered with dark hickeys, how her breathing was ragged, how her eyes were clenched shut. Leah let out a gasp when your hand finally came up and cupped her centre.

"God, you're soaked." You whispered as you easily slid two fingers inside of her. A ripple of pleasure soared through Leah’s body, making her tilt her head back into the pillow. The moan that she released was long and loud and she couldn't have stopped it even if she tried.

You curled your fingers and they hit a spot causing Leah to let out an almost pornographic moan. You pulled them out and repeated the action again, continuously getting the same reaction.

"Fuck that feels so good." Leha said to the best of her ability.

She threw her head back harder when she felt your fingers push harder into her and your palm dressed against her clit. With every curl of your fingers Leah thrusted her hips forward to meet you, wanting nothing more than for you to give it to her as hard and as fast as you possibly could.

Leah felt incredible and the added sensation of your palm pressing against her clit was heavenly, causing her stomach muscles to contract and her legs begin to shake. Leah’s breaths began to become more uneven and shaky with each passing second. Her muscles tightening around your fingers as you push them into her over and over again.

Moans and curse words were falling from Leah’s lips as she was begging you not to stop. One hand gripped your shoulder and her fingernails dug harshly into your back through your t-shirt whilst the other gripped the bed sheet beside her.

Leah was so close to her climax and once she was about to come tumbling down you removed your hand completely making Leah open her eyes and let out a whimper.

"Wh- why did you stop? I was so close." She panted.

"I didn't say you could cum yet." You said as you got up and off of the bed to your clothes before going back on top of Leah.

Slowly pulling off Leah’s panties you could finally see just how wet she was, clenching around nothing.

“You’re so beautiful.” You smirked as you felt Leah shudder and squirm underneath you.

Slowly, you re-entered a finger at an antagonising pace. You took in her appearance, noticing her eyes were dilated, her cheeks coated pink and her lips were swollen. You distributed kisses along her neck and collarbone before you picked up the pace of your finger inside her.

Pulling your face up, Leah kept her hands on your cheeks as you two kissed fervently. Biting on your lower lip, the blonde pulled away slightly, just so your noses were touching.

"Don’t stop."

You chuckled as Leah kissed you, trying to conceal her moan. You added a second finger into her and she bucked her hips up into your hand. Leah’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater.

Moving your lips down and away from Leah’s mouth, you trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck, between the valley of her breasts and along her stomach. Stopping just before you reach her clit.

Placing one kiss on the sensitive nub you feel Leah's body immediately react with pleasure. You let out a little chuckle whilst shaking your head before diving in, licking a long stripe up her pussy.

Your tongue flicked her clit making her squeeze your head between her legs from the sudden rush of pleasure.

"Oh fuck." Leah muttered as one of her hands gripped onto your hair and the other gripped the sheets under her. Her eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling.

You angled your head up towards her and went further under her to lick more of her lower lips. You moved her legs so they were over your shoulders, allowing yourself more access. You held her firmly in place, inserting your tongue into her, licking every inch of her walls that you could.

It got to the point where Leah couldn't hold back anymore, and told you she was about to climax.

“Y/n- fuck- I’m gonna come.” Leah moaned.

“Hold it.” You said as you continued your onslaught.

“I can’t. Please. God! I’m gonna come.”

You moved your head away from Leah and replaced your mouth with your fingers once again. You easily slid back into her and continued to pleasure her in the best way possible. Leah's head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat was dripping down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

One hand went to grip the pillow and the other was tightened around your wrist as you fingered her.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You whispered.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, her legs tightening either side of your hand and a noticeable tremble to her body.

It was obvious she was close and you wanted nothing more than to feel her cry out in a pure state of euphoria and come around your fingers.

“You can come, go on, I wanna see you come for me.”

Your encouragement seemed to be the only thing she needed to tip her over the edge as with a final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the bed with her eyes screwed shut and her body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her.

You continued what you were doing, letting Leah ride out her high and waited for her breathing to regulate before you pulled your fingers out of her. Leah let out a small whine but let a smile take over her features. You brought your fingers to your mouth and sucked on them whilst keeping your eyes locked on hers.

Leah bit her lip at the sight and pulled your hand away from your mouth so she could pull you into a kiss. You both moaned as you could taste her present in the kiss.

Pulling away, your face was inches away from hers. Your hooded eyes both met, both of your mouths parted eliciting pants trying to regulate your heartbeats.

“That was amazing.” Leah smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” You said and you couldn’t help the grin appearing on your face. “Ready for round two?”

It was a couple of hours later and Leah had fallen asleep since your little rendezvous but you couldn’t find yourself able to settle. Checking your phone it was around 5:34 in the morning.

Huffing to yourself, you carefully pull yourself out from Leah’s grip, placing a pillow as a makeshift you. You made sure that Leah was covered with the duvet before you walked out onto the balcony.

Your fingers grasped the cold railing, causing a shiver to be sent down your spine. Closing your eyes you took a deep breath in, trying to ignore the multiple thoughts running around your brain.

After a deep breath out, you re-opened your eyes and took in your surroundings.

“You alright?” Leah’s voice was heard from behind you.

Turning around slowly you saw the defender wrapped up in the duvet still, her hair sticking up in all different directions, eyes so close to closing from the serious lack of energy but to you she still looked like the most beautiful person to ever walk the planet.

“Yeah, everything is fine. Go back to bed, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Somethings bothering you, y/n. I can tell.” Leah said as she took a step closer to you.

Sighing to yourself you turned around to look back at the scenery, feeling Leah stand beside you, placing a comforting hand on your back.

“How are you feeling?” You asked.

“Don't change the subject. Tell me whats up.”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

“Please, I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything.”

“That's the problem.”

“What?”

“I don't want you to be my best friend.”

“Y/n?” Leah asked, her voice cracking slightly. “What are you trying to say?”

You took a quick cleansing breath before you spoke again knowing this can go one of two ways.

“I want you to be more than that.”

“More?”

“I really like you, Leah. So much, but I can't keep doing what we’re doing.”  

“You want to stop having sex with me?”

“No, well yes. But I don't want to be friends with benefits. It hurts too much.”

“Why?”

“Because I know I'm not actually yours.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“You know what I am trying to say.”

“No, no, I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” You said, picking the skin on your hands as a nervous habit.

Placing her hands on top of yours, Leah smiled to herself before replying. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

Snapping your head to the side, you hadn’t thought Leah would say that. “Really?”

“Yeah. i’ve liked you for a while now, i was just worried that because of our ‘friends with benefits’ situation you wouldn't want anything more than that.”

“God! We’re so stupid.”

“Hey! Not me, just you.”

“I’ll take the blame, I don't care. I just want to kiss you.” You said, turning to face the defender.

“No ones stopping you.”

“I really like you.” You whispered as you felt Leah's breath on your lips.

“I really like you too.” Leah smiled. “So much.”

[imagintheworldaway]

Secrets

Anonymous asked: Could you do one of Harry and fem. reader where she’s also a big youtuber, she’s secretly dating Harry and goes with him all the time to the sidemen shoots to just help around BTS and is also spends time with Harry just talking to him, cuddling or just checking up on him and the fans see her in the background of someone’s ig story and freak out cause they find out that they’re dating? Hopefully that made somewhat of a sense. Thanks!

A/N I hope I got this right! it was so fun to write something more cuddly! I'm still accepting requests!

Being a YouTuber was not part of my plan. Succeeding and becoming the most subscribed to female YouTuber from the UK was defiantly not part of the plan. Finding the love of my life at such a young age who also shared my passion and love for the community was just a huge bonus that came with my life style. 

My relationship with Harry had been going on for just under 18 months, all of our friends knew but we had yet to tell our fans, following in JJ’s footsteps and wishing to keep out private lives more of a secret. Well our love lives at least. We relished in our moments together, secret pictures, holidays we took to small islands and unknown places just to spend time together. We had been so careful and thus far it had all paid off for us. 

I was helping with the new Sidemen Sunday video, the price is correct or what ever they decide to call it. we were on set and I was just there to help around with all the little bits since their assistant was off sick. Plus it was a prime excuse to spend time with Harry. 

“Y/N can you grab me a bottle of water?” Vik asked from on set whilst the cameras weren’t rolling. “Yes boss” I said saluting him, grabbing a water and bringing it on set. “You know what, I’m not surprised your assistant is sick of you” I giggled as I handed over the water. “We’re not that bad, could be getting you to run around like a head less chicken but think bog would kill us” Ethan commented earning a laugh from Harry. 

“Awe how sweet” I smiled moving so I was on the other side of Harrys podium.”so glad you’re protecting me from these big mean men” I teased at my boyfriend, causing a light blush to grace his cheeks. “Yh well, need to protect you, you seen these lads? They’re mental, and that’s when they’re sober” Harry commented waving his arms around gesturing at the lads causing me to giggle. “You’re so silly” I smiled at my boyfriend as I leant on his podium a little looking at the shot glass and grabbing the white board pen, drawing a tiny heart in the corner of his board. 

Harry pouted at the drawing “I’m going to have to rub that out now, or everyone will think I’ve gone soppy” he grabbed the white board eraser and removed my drawing. “There’s nothing wrong with being soppy with your girlfriend” I shot back at him. “5 minutes guys” Kon shouted from behind the cameras. “Best go back to being your assisted Mr Lewis” I wiggled my eyebrows at my boyfriend. “Well I need you to come here” Harry said his hands on the edge of the podium. I leant on the structure as Harry leant down and gave me a kiss. “I hope you don’t treat all of your assistants like that” I teased him, straightening the hood of his jumper out so it wasn’t all clumped up. “Only the fit ones” he smiled at me. “30 seconds, Y/N off set” Kon called. 

I waved goodbye to my boyfriend as he pouted at me, quickly turning that pout into a smile as the signal for the cameras to turn on was given. The shoot went really well with Harry winning an array of items but ultimately loosing out on the big prize of going to Dubai. I watched the whole thing, with crew phones not being allowed on set I didn’t have much more to do, but it was entertaining. 

I walked up to the boys as time was called. “We are not keeping that pig” I laughed as I got a frown from harry. “Its so ugly babe, plus it won’t fit in your apartment” I commented looking the structure up and down. “That’s why he’s staying at yours” Harry smiled at me. I shook my head giggling at him , there was no way that thing was even coming close to my house. 

We bid farewell to all of the guys and made our way back to my apartment as it was ironically closer to the studio than Harry and Cals place. As soon as we were back at mine I finally turned on my phone as Harry flopped down on my sofa reaching out for me. I giggled and straddled his legs, nuzzling into his neck until I heard my phone go off furiously with all my missed notifications. I tried to ignore the constant buzzing by snuggling deeper into Harrys chest, his arms wrapped my waist and his fingers playing with the end of my hair. After around 15 minutes of trying to just relax with Harry and my phone still not giving up I decided to lean up and grab my device. Earning a groan from Harry as the warmth of my body was no longer leaning on him. I was met with texts from Talia, Gee, Elz, Freya and mentions from fans about Simons instagram story. I leant up further so that I was sitting on Harrys lap and furrowed my eyebrows. “What’s on Simons story?” I questioned and after a second of though ultimately receiving a shrug from my boyfriend. I cocked my head, a sign to elaborate. “My phone died when we got to the studio I have no clue, just come back and lets nap” he whined for my touch.  I rolled my eyes and went onto Simons instagram. After clicking through a few stories I saw one from the shoot today and quite clearly in the background see me leaning on Harrys podium with him leaning down and kissing me. I gasped at the story and instantly spun my phone around for Harry to see. He leant up onto his elbows and squinted at the photo before his eyes went wide realising the image he was seeing. It was obviously me as you could see my hair and figure quite clearly, even if I was only in my comfy clothes on set today, my fans know me too well.

“We were so careful” I whispered feeling so defeated that such a simple mistake by an unknowing friend was the grand reveal of our relationship. “Bloody Simon” Harry said through gritted teeth, reaching for his charging phone and I can only presume he was about to chew out his friend. “Hey babe, it’s ok” I said grabbing Harrys face so that he was looking at me and not focusing on his phone. “Well looks like our secrets out” Harry whispered looking back at me with eyes that said ‘I’m so sorry, my mates are idiots’. “Best confirm It then I guess?” I suggested smirking at Harry, there was no way of us avoiding this now, this comment received a nod from Harry. He sat up with me still straddling his chest. I took a screenshot of Simons story and zoomed in on Harry and I. I popped it on my instagram story with the caption ‘secrets out I guess thanks @miniminter ;)’. Then I took a cute selfie of Harry and I in our current positions on the sofa and added that to my story, tagging him and adding little love heart emojis to the picture. Soon floods of messages came in from twitter, instagram and even reddit with people claiming they knew all along and how they were happy for us. 

“At least we can go out in public properly together, I finally get to show off my gorgeous girlfriend to the world” Harry smirked at me rubbing his hands up and down my sides. 

“Looks like we are the new it couple now” I smiled at harry showing him the positive reaction we were getting. “Oo I can do so many more videos now, thanks for the new content” I giggled at him before he engulfed me in a hug, smashing our lips together shutting me up. “God I love you” 

[alvfr]

Monthly

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x F!Dom!Reader

Prompt: D for Dominate + # for period sex, requested by Anon

Rating: Explicit. 18+, minors DNI

Words: 2.1K

Includes: Soft!Dom. Period/menstrual sex = mention of blood. Fingering. Oral sex. Some overstim.

A/N: Shortest thing I've written. This is very soft domination, and I'm not an expert in this field at all. No degradation. If you're squeamish, this fic includes mention of period blood! Cross-posted to AO3, link in my masterlist.

Monthly

“Legs spread, Emily.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“I said spread, Emily.”

A brief pause before she heeded your request and placed the soles of her feet on the towel covering the mattress. While you waited and watched, she dragged her heels back so they pushed against the plump muscle of her ass. It took visible effort before she relaxed her legs and had them drop open to either side.

“There’s a good girl.”

Her thick eyelashes, black as her hair, fluttered against her cheeks in relief. Already pulling deep breaths through her parted lips, even though you hadn’t come close to touching her. The muscles of her throat worked as she swallowed before managing to whisper: “Thank you, Miss.”

She was a sight, that’s for sure. Long stretches of pale skin and tight curves where she laid on the bed. Head resting on a pillow with her shiny black hair splayed like a dark halo around her face. Naked and slightly flushed, with only the deep pink of her nipples breaking the flow until the neat triangle of curls started between her legs. It led down to something more colorful — blood swelling into her vulva, making it plump and matching the deep color of her nipples. With her legs spread like this, she was opening herself up to the room — up to you — and you licked your lips as if you could already taste her on your tongue. Her hands down by her side where she kept clenching and unclenching her fists. Poor thing still so riled up from work, tense and nervous even now.

Letting her simmer in anticipation, you studied her face too. Eyes closed, mouth open, the faint remains of the lipstick she’d worn to the office still on her lips. The sharp angle of her nose pushed up, giving her side-profile a downright regal and haughty expression — your absolute favorite thing about her. A physical reminder of her character. Along with the strong cheekbones, the slope of her jawline, and a mouth used to order and command.

And here she was, already panting with need and fully at your mercy.

“Have you been a good girl today, Emily?” you asked and watched with delight how her eyes squeezed shut. Finally moving, you got up from the chair next to the bed and wandered around it, drifting your fingertips over her collarbone with feather-light pressure. “Hm?”

The admission came like a plea. “No, Miss.” A brief pause, not from hesitation, but because her mouth looked too dry to speak. “I’m sorry, Miss.”

You let it slide for now and trailed your hand down to her breasts. Her chest bucked under your touch, showcasing different muscles and curves of bones under her soft skin. “Why not?”

Dark eyebrows pulled down even while her eyes remained closed. You loved her deep voice, especially now when it bounced up and down in pitch while she stuttered. “I — uh — I didn’t think- I didn’t know-”

Her messy speech sent thrills up and down your spine. Emily Prentiss reduced to a blubbering mess over something as silly as this. A tremble passed through her body when you carefully swept your fingers over her hard nipples. She wasn’t one for sounds — not in the beginning anyway — so you had to watch her breathing or rely on her for using safe words if necessary.

“You didn’t know what,” you plucked one of her nipples with two fingers and applied a light pressure, “Emily?”

Back arching off the mattress, she swallowed thickly again. “That this- that you- that-”

God, she was beautiful. You took pity on her, but pinched tighter around her nipple in return. “That your pussy belongs to me?”

“Yes, Miss,” she whimpered and dropped down to the mattress when you let go of the stiff little bud, now redder than before. She let out a throaty: “I’m sorry, Miss.”

“That you’re mine?” You tweaked her other nipple, watching her brows furrow again, looking for any signs of real pain in case she was tender. “Every day of the month?”

“I’m sorry,” she moaned, shoulders slumping back down on the pillow, eyes still closed. She groaned when you flicked her nipple, squirming her hips on the towel. “Miss. I’m sorry, Miss.”

“Good girl.”

The praise pulled her lips into a tender smile and you ignored the way your heartbeat fluttered in your chest.

This had started when she came home from work, sulky and snappish and high-strung from stress. Usually the way to make her relax was bending her over your knee, spanking her until she begged for more, and then fingering her until she begged you to stop. It took her mind off things, to say the least, and when she slumped into your embrace afterward, where you petted her soft locks and whispered praise straight into her ear, she would finally let loose of the tension in her shoulders. If she could, she’d share what bothered her — usually the abridged version — and if she couldn’t, you’d distract her with the less gruesome matters of your everyday life.

Today though, she had scorned your advances. Not because she didn’t want it — she had said so herself, but it was so obvious from how she acted too — but because she thought you wouldn’t want it. Want her. Not... now.

Turns out, some of that bad attitude came from good old-fashioned PMS. You had laughed then, finding the thought of the tough FBI agent being squeamish about a little blood hilarious. Looping your arms around her, you had kissed her neck and offered to take care of her. Run her a bath, rub some lotion into her skin, massage her back and pussy alike because nothing helped more against cramps than an orgasm.

And she’d averted her gaze and muttered something about being gross. That she was bloated and bleeding and disgusting and that’s when you had grabbed her face, pinching your fingers on her chin, and ordered her to wash herself and get on the bed within five minutes. She knew you didn’t tolerate her badmouthing herself in any way. But if she wanted to act like a brat, you could treat her like one.

You could almost see the relief in her eyes then. See how much she needed to lose control — needed you to take care of her. Screw the bubble baths, she just needed someone to tell her what to do.

So now you had her spreading her legs wide on the bed, fully naked and panting. Waiting. Not begging for anything yet, but definitely eager because where you could see the faint red line dripping out from her spread lips. It mixed with her clear essence, painting her in a pretty pink.

You started slow. Moving from her nipples and down to her spread legs. Trailing your fingers in her wetness, praising her for being so good. For letting you take care of her for once. For spreading her legs so wide for you. For getting so wet for you already. Pretty, pretty girl.

The bedroom dissolved into nothing but your voice, her breaths, and the wet sloppy sounds from where your fingers pushed into her. You kneeled in front of the bed, watching everything up close, smelling her sweet juices and the slightly metallic blood. She writhed against your hand, the inner muscle near her thigh trembling when you found that cushy spot in the front, and her pussy fluttered around the intrusion. Two fingers — three fingers — they turned reddish pink with her juices and she was so open for you. So wet and hot and pretty.

“Oh god,” she groaned, and now her hands tugged at the towel under her hips. You kept pumping your fingers into her, deliberately not even breathing close to her clit, and saw her clench, squeezing around your fingers. “Please, Miss.”

“Is this good?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“My fingers in your pussy, is that good?”

Her voice cracked. “Yes, Miss.”

“Isn’t this my pussy?”

“Fuck, yes, Miss. I’m sorry.”

“Say it.”

“It’s your pussy, Miss,” Emily babbled, the muscles on her thighs flexing hard every time you rubbed her G-spot inside of her. “All the time. Always. All of me. Yours. Fuck. God. Please, Miss, pleas-”

“Are you going to be a good girl?” you asked, enraptured with how her knees trembled. Your fingers moved faster, aided by the extra lubrication, and you loved the soppy sounds they made. “Let me take care of you every day of the month? Hm? Let me use your pussy anyway I feel like? Only good girls get to come, you know. Are you going to be good?”

“Yes, yes, please, Miss, God-”

“Want me to rub your little clit for you?”

“Oh god,” her voice snapped into the room, “yes, please, yes.”

You blew some air on the top of her wet slit, and could see her clit throbbing. Still not touching it. She deserved some punishment from before. “Are you going to be good?”

“Yesss-”

“Going to come around my fingers?”

“Yes, yes, Miss, yes-”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Can I- can I please-” She hissed, lifting slightly off the towel, before forcing herself back down. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m so close. Can I please come, Miss? Can I-”

That was fast.

Silly woman. You had been right that she got extra horny on her period. Mentally counting backward, you realized she had happened to be out of town during her last cycles, but not always. Now the flimsy excuses before you moved in together made sense. So fucking stupid. Like you cared about some blood?

“Not yet.”

The sound from her throat was downright filthy and worth the strain in your wrist. “Please.”

You moved faster, spreading your fingers inside of her — all three of them and saw her hole stretch to accommodate it — before you twisted and nudged against that soft spot over and over again. Emily writhed on the bed, sounds coming from her chest that you’d never heard before, and you saw that little shiny button on the top of her pussy pulse steadily.

“Please,” she begged again, her hands splayed against the sheets and clutching so her knuckles turned white. “Please, Miss, please-”

Mouth watering, you leaned forward and fastened your lips over her clit and sucked. Hard. Emily screamed somewhere up above and gushed around your fingers and mouth. Her walls spasmed around your knuckles while you kept on sucking, tasting faintly metallic, but mostly sweet and her legs clamped around your head, muting everything but the taste of her pussy.

By the time you released her aching bundle of nerves with an audible pop, her chest rose and fell several inches. A stain spread on the towel and when you wiped your face against the inside of her thigh, you left a pink streak behind.

“Good girl,” you whispered and pulled your fingers back to see her gaping hole and a wanton moan let loose from her lips. “Such a good girl.” You reached up to massage her stomach, the taut muscles still bunched up from her climax. “Doesn’t that feel better?”

Her mouth hung open, but you saw her nod. The kohl black lashes flutter open a bit, giving you a soft smile from where she laid on the bed. The smile widened. “You look like a vampire.”

Grinning back, you nipped the inside of her thigh. “Okay, now spread your legs again.”

“What-”

“Oh, you thought we were done?” You swallowed her flavors and reached for the vibrator next to the bed. “No, we’re just getting started. Bad girls get punished, remember? Are you going to make me repeat myself? Leg-”

She hurried back into position before you finished talking, her wet lips opening with a soft smack right in front of your face. The hum of the vibrator filled the room and an excited thrill filled your stomach at seeing her pussy flutter around nothing. At the second-lowest setting, you pushed the smooth edge of the vibrator right next to her clit.

More wetness gushed out of her opening and you smiled at the sight. Pretty, pretty girl.

“Now hold this.”

“I-” Emily made a strained sound and you gave her a second to remember her place. “Yes, Miss.” She took over to hold the vibrator, careful not to move it a millimeter in either direction. “Fuck.”

“Don’t move.”

“Yes, Miss.”

“There’s a good girl.” You reached for the second toy next to the bed, one that would fill that hole already clenching around nothing. “I’m going to make you come so many times you forget your name, baby. Now spread your legs.”

She sounded more relieved than anything now. “Yes, Miss.”

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A/N: Haven't seen many fics written from the Dom's perspective, so let me know how it worked. Half a mind to write a similar one from Emily's POV if it's of interest, maybe without the period thing.

Feedback appreciated in general - feel free to send me a message on anon if you’re shy. Remember to reblog if you like it ❤

[isidar-mithrim]

Silliness of love – Chapter 1

Nineteen years later, James and Al have just left for Hogwarts, and the least Harry can do to cheer Lily up is having someone over for dinner.

Inspired by prompt posse #8 by the ‘Harry and Ginny Discord’: “What is a secret you’ve never shared?”

[You can already find all three chapters on Ao3]

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Of big blokes and Valentines

Harry opened the door, a grin on his face. “Hello, there.”

Ron’s eyes widened with pretended terror. “Please tell me you haven’t left Ginny alone in the kitchen.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, the shadow of a smirk on her lips, but Hugo snickered without restraint, and Harry ruffled his hair with affection.

“Hello to you too, mate,” he said, stepping aside so they could enter. “Dinner’s set, but don’t let Ginny hear you complaining about her cooking skills, you don’t know what poison she might casually drop into your food,” he added with a wink.

Ron shrugged, nonplussed. “Reckon you’ll save me with a bezoar.”

“Mm, not sure I want to waste –”

“What’s a bezoar, Mum?”

“It’s a stone taken from the stomach of a goat that can save you from most poisons, dear.”

Ron narrowed his eyes. “I knew that too, for the record,” he said with faux annoyance, poking Hugo’s belly and making him giggle. “Why you always ask your mum for this kind of stuff is absolutely beyond me.”

“Hugo!” exclaimed Lily, darting in the hall with an empty plate in one hand and a fork in the other. “You’re here!”

“Er, I stand correct, dinner’s almost set. Why don’t you go put that plate down, flower?”

“I wanted to see if it was Teddy!”

Hugo’s eyebrows shot up. “Teddy will come too?”

“Yes!” exclaimed Lily. “I can’t wait to know everything about him kissing Victoire!”

“He kissed Victoire?! I didn’t know!”

“It was James who saw them! I wish I had too, they must be so cute together!”

The kids walked away, their red heads drawn together while they chit-chatted with glee, and Harry shared an amused look with Ron and Hermione. “It’s going to be a very long night,” he said, shaking his head, but in truth he knew he was going to love every minute of it.

When Teddy finally arrived, for the delight of Hugo and Lily, Harry prompted the kids to move their interrogation to the table.

As such, it was between juicy slices of roast beef and mouthfuls of roasted potatoes that they enjoyed the tale of what Teddy called was the silliest thing he’d done for her: offering to look like the professional Quidditch player Osmany Juantorena – her long time teenager crush – in case she didn’t like him enough in his normal features.

As it turned out, it was his usual look she liked the best.

They had almost finished their puddings when Lily suddenly looked at Harry, curiosity written all over her face. “Dad! What’s the silliest thing you have done for Mum?”

“Ooh, I wanna hear that too!” joined Ron, too amused for his own good, if Harry had a say in it.

Ginny smirked. “You know, I do too. I’m sure Dad is thrilled to answer.”

She wiggled her eyebrows at him, and Harry chuckled. “I really have no idea.”

“C’mon, Dad! Please!”

“Yeah, Uncle Harry, you have to tell us!”

Teddy shrugged. “It’s only fair,” he said, a challenging glint in his eyes.

“Okay, okay, let me think, then,” conceded Harry with a smile, raising his hands in surrender. A moment later, an idea struck him. “You know, I’m not sure I ever told you this, Gin…”

“Dad, it must be something you’ve done because you liked Mum!”

“It is! But it happened when we weren’t together, so I don’t think she knows.”

“Aww, that’s so romantic!”

Ignoring the chuckles, Harry glared playfully at Teddy, who had laid a hand on his chest and put on a soppy expression.

“What happened, then?” pressed Lily.

“Well, we were at Aunt Fleur’ and Uncle Bill’s wedding, but I was in disguise as cousin Barny Weasley, because back then I was still wanted by the D–”

“We already know that,” cut in Hugo, rolling his eyes.

Hermione brushed his curls, a smile on her lips. “Perhaps we should let Uncle Harry speak, so he’ll get to the interesting part.”

“Thanks, Hermione,” said Harry with a grateful nod, starting to feel oddly giddy at the idea of sharing that story. “So, do you remember that among the guests there was Victor Krum as well?”

The kids nodded, but Ron suddenly straightened up, becoming very attentive, and Harry felt a spark of delighted satisfaction for this little revenge.

“Well, I – or better, cousin Barny – Ron and Hermione were all sitting at a table with Viktor, and he really, really wanted to dance with Hermione,” he explained, smirking at his best friends. A light blush spread on Hermione’s cheeks, but Ron’s ears got downright scarlet.

“Krum wanted to dance with Mum?”

“He wished, but I got there first!”

Hermione, resting her head on Ron’s shoulder. “Sure you did.”

“Yeah, for once in his life,” teased Harry, but Ginny looked at her brother with a naughty smile.

“Actually, I heard it wasn’t the only time you got there first.”

Ron’s indignant spluttering was covered by Hermione, Teddy and Harry’s laughs.

“What’s so funny?” asked Lily, perplexed.

“Nothing, love,” said Ginny, her impish smile still in place. “Go on now, Harry. I’m dying to hear the rest of it.”

Harry bowed his head. “As milady commands. So, after Ron asked Hermione to dance, I was left alone at the table with Viktor, and –”

“Aww, that’s so romantic!” exclaimed Teddy once more.

Among the laughs, Harry shook his head in amusement. “And, he started to look for a cute girl to dance with, and it didn’t take long for him to find the most beautiful girl out there.” He beamed at Ginny, but then he realised how that might have sounded. “Er, no offense, Hermione,” he hurried to add.

“None taken.”

“And for the record, the most beautiful woman out there was Fleur,” teased Ron, earning a frisky slap on the head by his wife.

“I’m sure you were all very beautiful!”

Ron grinned. “Thanks, Lils. I can confirm I was pretty handsome.”

“Was being the keyword there,” mocked Ginny, eating a mouthful of pudding.

“I was clearly more good-looking than cousin Barny here, since I found someone to dance with and he didn’t,” retorted Ron with mirth. “But please, go on with the story, mate. Who knows, maybe I’m about to find out that you turned down one of the Veela cousins.”

“Or Aunt Muriel,” joked Teddy.

Lily and Hugo snickered with gusto, but Harry rolled his eyes with dramatic exasperation. “No, I’m happy to say that Aunt Muriel wasn’t interested in dancing with me. But after Krum said that Ginny was very nice, he asked me if we were relatives, and then…”

“And then?” asked Lily with wide eyes, leaning forward on the table, her long hair almost falling in her pudding.

“And then I said that yes, we were relatives, but I also added something like, ‘she’s seeing a big jealous bloke, so you’d better not cross him’. And that’s the story of how international Quidditch star Viktor Krum never got to dance with my amazing wife,” concluded Harry with smugness. He received a round of applause and wolf whistles, but he ignored them all to glance at Ginny.

She was looking at him with a grin, obviously pleased. “I can confirm that you’ve never told me this before, Harry. Oh, if only I had known… Who knows how wonderful my life could have become. I might sue you for the missed opportunity.”

“Be my guest,” he replied with glee. “I’m sure I can prove that everything turned out pretty well.”

“Ginny, imagine what Rita Skeeter would have written if she’d known that you bewitched not one, but two celebrities,” said Hermione, forcing Harry to take his eyes off Ginny, not with a certain amount of regret.

“Yeah, no thanks,” he said with a grimace. “I really prefer not to imagine it.”

“What about you, Mum?” asked Lily.

“Oh, the less I hear about Rita Skeeter, the better.”

“No, I meant, what’s the most silly thing you’ve done for Dad?”

“I want to know too!” exclaimed Hugo with his mouth still full of pudding.

Harry gave Ginny a wicked smile. “Let’s hear it, then.”

“Oh, but you’ve already heard it,” she said, biting her bottom lips, surely to keep herself from smiling. “It starts with ‘His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad…’”

[flemnotthun]

“Who Else Would It Be”

Chapter 5 - ‘I Know’

Follows on from the end of the last chapter. Kate and Steve make a big decision!

He was loathed to interrupt Kate’s gentle dozing, but he knew that neither of their injuries would thank them in the morning if they stayed as they were.

“Kate,” Steve whispered, pressing his lips to her head. The sleeping DI grumbled as she woke.

“I’m sorry,” said Steve “my back”.

“Sorry mate,” Kate said drowsily as she forced herself away from the comfort of Steve’s side and sat up, leaning in for a quick kiss before putting a hand to Steve’s cheek.

“We finally...

“I know.”

A pause.

“We kissed.”

“I know.”

The two giggled shyly as they rose to their feet. Steve guided Kate towards her room to make sure she was stable. She had gained in strength over the last few days, gradually walking longer distances without help, and while this was great to see, Steve was still anxious that her wound may disable her in agony at any given moment.

The regular dressing changes that Kate needed had become a familiar part of the two’s evening routine, Kate dealing with her face while Steve patched up her abdomen. Despite the known attraction between them and the threat of a date that had been present over the last few days, taking advantage of Kate’s vulnerability never crossed Steve’s mind. His touches never crossed the line between platonic and sensual. They were friends first, and he owed it to Kate to take care of her without agenda. Tonight was no different, despite their new romance.

Once the dressings were done, Steve helped Kate to sit on the bed, then returned to the bathroom to change out of his suit and into some tracksuit bottoms and a light t-shirt. On his return to Kate’s bedroom, he discovered the DI stretching towards her trainer-socked feet, trying to pull up her pyjama bottoms and failing.

“Hey hey hey, Kate, don’t strain, it’s okay.” Steve comforted with a hand on her upper arm. She smiled at him gratefully as he pulled the fabric up and over the bottoms of her legs, helping her to wiggle her hips past the waistband.

“Thank you,” Kate said as she lay down and made herself comfortable.

“Don’t mention it, thank you for a great evening. Goodnight mate,” Steve replied as he leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek, rising from his kneeling position next to her side of the bed and padding towards the spare bedroom, where he’d been sleeping since he’d been staying at her flat.

“Oi, where do you think you’re going?” Kate chastised jovially as Steve wheeled around with a questioning look on his face.

“Get in, silly,” Kate said, “as long as you’re comfortable with that, of course.”

Steve stepped back towards the bed with intent in his eyes, straddled his friend gently over the covers, being careful not to make contact with her sore places.

“Depends if you’re comfortable with the cuddle monster!” He joked, grabbing her hands, waving them around and nuzzling his head against hers as they both collapsed in a fit of giggles.

“No, seriously Kate, please don’t feel like you have to have me here with you, just because I’ve looked after you, and what happened earlier...

“Steve,” Kate cut him off calmly, looking up at him with a smile, “I want my time with you. We’ve spent years dancing around this, and now that we have it, I don’t want to waste a single second of our time together, but only if you’re sure too. I’ve been pissed around before, and I need to know that you’re all in.”

Without hesitation, Steve took her hands and kissed them gently.

“I’m all in.”

If only there was some obvious way to prove it, Steve thought, as he claimed over his partner and under the duvet. He was in this for the long haul, but Kate deserved to live without doubt. Then it came to him, barely taking time to plan his next speech, he opened his mouth and...

“Let’s buy a house”.

“What?” Kate exclaimed laughing, turning her body to face his.

“I’m serious, I know it’s a bit soon and everything, but in reality really we’re late to the party. We’re always around each others’ flats, both of us shitting money down the drain when we could be saving. You and I could rent together for a bit, make sure we’re in a good place, then buy.”

Kate considered Steve’s offer for a few moments, realising that it really was a sensible idea. They both could do with the money, and he was right, they hardly needed to keep two flats on.

“What are you thinking?” Steve asked as Kate reached out her hand to play with one of his.

“I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life.” Kate said through a glowing grin.

“Funnily enough, I was just thinking exactly the same. Is that a yes?”

“Yes, I would love to.”

And with that, Steve pulled her in close, their legs tangling as he kissed her slowly, drinking in her essence as she drew him nearer with an arm around his upper back. After what seemed like hours, they came up for air. Seconds later, Kate’s lips were back on Steve’s, her tongue tickling his lips requesting entrance, yearning for more closeness. Her request was granted and they united in the shared joy of 10 years of friendship, every adventure, every case and every achievement, joint or individual. Eventually, they broke apart with a smile, Kate tucking her head under Steve’s chin as they stroked each other’s hands and arms intimately, his fingers fiddling with hers and rubbing the soft skin of her hands.

“You looked gorgeous tonight you know,” Kate murmured, moving her hand up and down Steve’s bicep. “That tie really suited you.”

Steve scoffed, “coming from you! You’ve always looked incredible in menswear. That suit is ridiculous!”

“Glad you liked it, you’d probably fit into it as well.” Kate smirked into his chest.

“Oi! Cheeky.” Steve chuckled in false annoyance, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“It’s a complement. You’re an excellent size for a woman.” Kate quipped back.

“Well,” said Steve, “if being a woman means I have you to look up to, then it’s my honour. Fancy a girls’ night out tomorrow evening?”

Kate smiled up at Steve, rubbing her forehead against his chin like a kitten. “Oh yeah, I could do with letting my hair down. Anyway, when did you get so soppy Arnott?”

But she received no answer, just an exhale and a comfortable warmth emanated from Steve’s sleeping form.

Kate smiled and let her eyes fall closed for the second time that evening, content in the arms of her best friend.

[rokutouxei]

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ikemen vampire: temptation in the dark theodorus van gogh/reader | gen | 2013

trying to get theo to like a cat? near impossible, right? not for you! + bonus: Arthur is an asshole 😊 | this is a crackfic leave me alone | [ao3]

“Calico? Calico, where are you?”

Cat brush in one hand and an old hand towel in another, you walk through the quiet hallways of the mansion trying to find the little kitten that had wandered into your life a week ago. You had just finished cleaning up after lunch, and you had a little bit of downtime before taking down the morning’s laundry—so you decided maybe you’d give her a little brush, maybe a little scrub down to get the dirt off her fur. After all, she needs to be clean, as she’d taken a habit out of sleeping next to you in your own bed (yes, in your own bed, where you had been banished to sleep whenever you felt like “choosing the cat over Theo”).

Calico, you called her, because of her tricolored coat. You asked Theo to give her a Dutch name, but with a scoff and narrowed eyes he refused to give her one. Not that you minded; a name could wait—and you already had a plan hatching in your mind on how you would get Theo to absolutely adore her to bits.

First things first though, you needed to find her. 

“Calicoooo, where are—” you see a familiar face round a corner, his blue eyes reflecting a sort of mischievous contentment, a spring in his step. “Oh, Arthur. Just you.”

“Oh, darling, just me? That stings,” he jabs, but that smirk on his face. Classic Arthur. “Where’re you off to? A little adventure?”

“No, I’m looking for the kitten,” you say. “Leonardo and I left her with Lumiere earlier today in the library to play, but now she’s gone missing! I worry she’s walked out and off.”

“Aw, I’m sure she hasn’t,” Arthur says, awfully confident. “In fact, I did see her just now. Having the time of her life. Have you gone by Theo’s room?”

Theo’s room? To go looking for a cat? “Well, no, I hadn’t thought to look there.”

“You should, ‘cause I just saw the little furball right there.” Arthur ushers you closer to him, a conspiratorial smile on his face, and you take a step so he can whisper in your ear. “And just between you and me, you should probably gently enter the room. Don’t want to disturb whatever’s happening in there and spook the cat. Something interesting’s going on.”

“O-okay,” you say, and Arthur returns to his usual smug self. “Thank you for telling me, Arthur.”

“No problem, anything for our little miss,” he says, before tipping an invisible hat and walking towards the direction of his own room, the spring still in his step.

Now, in any other regular day, you would have taken the extra joy in Arthur’s countenance as a little more than just slightly suspicious. But you were really worried over where the little kitten had gone; so much so that it all went over your head. You do just as Arthur’s told, turning a hallway so you’re headed towards Theo’s room instead of the back garden, and hope she’s still where Arthur last saw her.

On your way to Theo’s room, your eyes pass over the gazebo lying in the garden, and your mind returns to that time last week when you’d found Calico.

You were in the garden looking for King—Theo’s dog—because you were going to take him out for a long-awaited walk. Old-style leash in one hand, you were shouting his name loudly, but the large golden retriever didn’t seem to want to show himself to you.

You’d gone around most of the garden without luck, until near the gazebo, you spotted his brown tail, wagging excitedly. He was crouched under some bushes, only a tiny bit of his rear end and his tail visible from where you are. “Found you, King!” you said out loud to yourself, speed-walking towards him. “I can’t believe you made me take so much time looking for you, what are you doing down there?” You crouch down on your knees to pet him and get his attention.

When you do, you see what’s got him so busy under that bush.

A kitten!

Scruffy, dirty, probably no more than a month old, King was making a mess out of the poor kit, leaving it soppy and wet with his slobber. You took out a handkerchief you’d kept in your pocket to gently wipe down the kitten before picking it up.

The small kit meowed at you, eyes wide, mouth seemingly shaped into a smile.

With one look, you were in love with her; near-sprinting, you dashed into the Comte’s room to ask if you could keep her.

(Later that day, Theo would frown and ask why you hadn’t asked him first if you could keep the kitten. You said he has no say in the matter, and he teased you for being an insolent dog.)

Now, the little kitten you’d picked up in the bushes looked a little less vulnerable than it did last week. You’d fed her meat and gave her milk, gave her a bath and a bed made of old hand towels to sleep on. You’d spent most of your free time over the past week tending to the kitten. Most importantly, you think, you’d given her a family that would take care of her for her whole life.

You turn the corner to Theo’s room, spotting the door slightly ajar. You wonder if Theo’s in his room, but you suppose he isn’t, if Calico is in there. After all, Theo isn’t exactly good with cats. He adamantly denies being afraid of them, saying that he just doesn’t like how they’re fickle and snobbish—in comparison to dogs, that is—but you know that maybe he really is a little afraid of their slightly sharp claws. Earlier last week he’d outright refused to be in the same room as Calico, until you’d shot him your best puppy dog eyes and nearly cried out of sadness that he wasn’t getting along with the little kit. Now, at least, he tolerates her presence, albeit he still doesn’t approach her or mind her much.

I’ll change that, you tell yourself. I’ll make him love her so much he won’t get his hands off of her, maybe I’ll even get jealous.

Finally, you stand in front of Theo’s room, the door open by maybe an inch off the frame, and you hear Theo mumbling to himself from inside. You do as Arthur’s told you—despite all previous experiences saying you shouldn’t!—and peek discreetly into the room, the gap between the door and the doorframe revealing the unbelievable. Theo, sat on the edge of his bed, your little calico kitten in his visibly trembling hands.

(Oh no, he’s so scared.)

“You know, you came into her life pretty quickly, but you have something you have to know,” Theo says, his voice shaking (the poor man!). You bite your lower lip to hold back a laugh. “You little… filthy poesje… I loved her first! So you don’t get to take her away like that.”

You lean against the wall next to the door to brace yourself. Arthur is a monster! He could have told you so you could prepare your heart, but he didn’t! You press a hand against your mouth trying to silence your snickers, but when you hear Theo letting out a panicked screech and spot Calico next to you a few seconds later, there’s no stopping the laughter that rolls out of you. Theo is by the doorway in seconds.

“How long have you been there?” he asks, voice stern. His ears are red though.

“Long enough,” you say, grinning. “Were you threatening my little baby?”

He grimaces. “I won’t stoop down to threatening a cat.”

“And yet you did,” you say. You pull him closer to you and steal a kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Jealous?”

“No,” he retorts, bringing you into the room. Calico follows your intertwined footsteps, as the both of you end up on Theo’s bed. It was rare for Theo to hide his feelings from you. He’s like that, seeming rude, selfish, stingy with his words—but he’s very straightforward now, in his very own Theo fashion. So to straight up deny he harbored any ill feelings? This rivalry must be intense! Theo pulls you into his lap with a strong arm and you rest against him. These are all practiced moves, cuddles you’ve mastered.

You lower your voice near-mockingly, “‘I loved her first,’” you imitate him, and he frowns.

“Well I did,” Theo insists, pressing his face against your neck. He sighs at the contact, and you do too. “I just needed to make sure she knew.”

“She’s not stealing me away from you, you know,” you try to reassure him, and you think softly about how silly this is. How cute. How this is a story you’ll be telling in the future. You run your fingers through Theo’s hair gently.

Theo only mumbles. “What makes you like cats so much anyway.”

“‘Cause they mostly remind me of us,” you say, and you feel him tense up. You chuckle. “Mostly because ‘I love you but I’m taking none of your shit’.”

“That is like you,” he admits, and you smile.

“Why do you hate cats anyway?”

“I don’t hate them,” Theo begins, voice strained. “I just don’t get along with them.”

You shrug. “Did you know cats are awfully loyal to their humans?”

“Never crossed my mind,” he says.

“Well, now you know,” you say. “They’re aloof and won’t pay attention to anyone out of their circle, but to those people they do consider part of family, they’re very protective. And clingy. Much subtler than dogs, but they’re really affectionate animals, if you know how they show their love.” You sigh. “Kind of like you.”

He’s huffy. “That’s an insult, isn’t it?”

“It isn’t!” you chuckle. “I swear, it isn’t. You know what I mean. You’re more dog than cat, but you do show affection a little differently than everyone else.” A beat. “And that’s fine! Because I know it’s how you show that you care. Sometimes it involves your claws. But that’s okay. Because I understand your love language. The same way you need to learn a cat’s love language.”

Theo pauses.

Got him.

“I love you,” you say, just in case, just to make sure. Just to drive it in.

That’s it, you tell yourself, patting yourself mentally on the back. That’s how you win.

Theo sighs in defeat and just hugs you closer to him, to which you respond with a kiss on his forehead. He only huffs “Fine,” before staring at the cat on the floor. She looks up expectantly.

He’s still trembling, but he reaches out a hand to rub Calico’s little head. She purrs. It makes the both of you smile.

-

later

“How did you know where to find me? Or us, for that matter.”

“Oh, well, Arthur said he saw something interesting, and to go to your room, is all.”

“Interesting?”

“He seemed in awfully high spirits.”

A sigh. “Oh, branleur.”

-

earlier

“Shit! Fuck!” The sound of Theo’s agitated, exasperated shouting from across the hall draws Arthur’s attention. Out to take a break from writing, Arthur feels like he’s found a goldmine. He quietly dashes from where he is to the unlocked door of Theo’s room; Arthur gently pushes it open by a crack to look inside. “Stomme kut! Kuthoer! Dikzak! Kutfiets!” The little miss’ little Calico is playing at Theo’s feet, jumping up and down trying to get up on him, tiny claws digging in the hem of his pants. Without a break, “Merde! Putain! Fils de pute! Crétin!” Theo bends down trying to pick the kitten up, but every time he does, the kitten tries to jump on his shoulder, making him flinch. “Fucker! Dégénéré! Krijg de klere!”

A satisfied smile crawls over Arthur’s face. “Three languages? Must be tough,” he hums, unable to hold back the cackle that escapes his mouth.

[mygalfriday]

if you wanna be alone, come with me (good omens, crowley/aziraphale)

{ao3}

The moment they take their seats on the bus, Aziraphale reaches for his hand. His soft, manicured fingers clasp Crowley’s calloused ones in a grip that somehow manages to be both bold and uncertain at the same time. Crowley goes completely still, staring as Aziraphale rests their joined hands on his knee. He doesn’t technically need to breathe but after six thousand years, his body has grown quite used to it. Right now, he can’t even remember how.

They’ve touched before, of course. Fleeting brushes of hands as they walked beside one another or passed a bottle of wine between them. Shoulders touching in a dark theatre as Crowley leaned in to hiss stinging commentary on every adaption of Hamlet that Aziraphale had ever dragged him to. Drunkenly slinging an arm around Aziraphale’s shoulders as they stumbled down a street together. Once, he’d fallen asleep sprawled on the sofa in the bookshop and woken up to soft fingers brushing his hair away from his forehead oh so carefully - like a secret he wasn’t meant to be awake to hear.

But never anything like this. This deliberate, meant-to-be-seen touch. It feels like a declaration, like a line crossed with no intention of turning back. They’re only holding hands on a nearly empty bus in the middle of the night. It’s damn near innocent but it feels to Crowley like one of those moments in those ridiculous regency novels Aziraphale is so fond of where men come undone at a mere flash of their beloved’s ankle. Scandalous. Forbidden. Hardly a reaction worthy of the inventor of Sin itself. Aziraphale has been hell - heaven - something on his respectability as a minion of Satan.

Beside him, Aziraphale sits tense and unmoving. He refuses to meet Crowley’s bewildered stare, gazing pointedly ahead with only a telltale flush coloring his cheeks to give him away. With an ache in his chest, Crowley realizes he’s waiting for an answer. Doesn’t the blessed idiot know the answer has been yes since the Garden?

Tentatively, Crowley strokes his thumb over the angel’s knuckles. Aziraphale nearly melts into the seat at his quiet acceptance, eyes fluttering as all the tension leaves his frame at once. So clever, Crowley thinks fondly. But so stupid. Aziraphale’s shoulder brushes his as he sinks into his seat with something like relief. A tiny, contented smile curls his mouth and Crowley looks away, glaring resolutely out the window before he can give in to the wild urge to drape himself over Aziraphale’s lap.

That, he imagines, is probably what Aziraphale had meant when he once said too fast.

They sit in silence while the bus drives them all the way to London and Aziraphale never once lets go of his hand. Once the bus pulls up outside of Crowley’s building, he pauses on his way out to profusely thank their poor confused driver until Crowley rolls his eyes and nudges him impatiently forward. He waits until Aziraphale turns away before he digs a generous tip from his back pocket and hands it over to the driver.

Stepping out onto the pavement, Aziraphale glances at him with that infuriatingly soft expression like he knows what Crowley had done. Over the rim of his glasses, Crowley raises an eyebrow and silently dares him to mention it. Instead, Aziraphale glances away. “Shall we go up?”

With a nod, Crowley is about to lead the way when something in Aziraphale’s voice registers - something shy and hopeful, like a human asking a date to come inside for coffee after a lovely evening. The suggestion implicit in the question makes his throat close up. He sways for a moment on the pavement, Aziraphale’s hand still in his and bright blue eyes watching him knowingly. “You-” He stops and clears his throat, trying to speak and be heard over the furious pounding in his chest. “You sure?”

Aziraphale hums, a serene smile on his face as he steps close enough to touch the toes of his Oxfords to the toes of Crowley’s snakeskin boots. He’s near enough to breathe in and Crowley does so greedily - pages brittle with age, dust motes in sunlight, perfectly steeped English Breakfast, and the damp grass of Eden in the morning. It’s been a long time since Crowley thought of the scent of Aziraphale as anything other than simply home. He allows himself a moment to let his eyes fall closed behind his dark glasses, struggling against the way his knees want to buckle beneath him.

Nose brushing Crowley’s jaw tenderly - Christ, Satan, somebody help him - Aziraphale murmurs, “I’m sure, darling.”

His breath catches, forming in his throat like a long-held sob. “Angel-”

“The world almost ended today,” Aziraphale whispers, and there’s such wonder in his voice. Like he can’t quite believe they’re still here.

Crowley can’t answer, too immersed in the sudden searing memory of walking into a burning bookshop and believing his best friend had been consumed by hellfire. Lost to him forever. The quiet, despairing certainty that eternity without a huffy, old-fashioned, ridiculous angel beside him was an eternity he wanted no part of. His world had indeed almost ended today, long before the showdown at Tadfield Airbase.

Aziraphale sighs and the warm gust of air caresses Crowley’s stubbled jaw. He fights back a shudder. “I’m quite through pretending, aren’t you?”

Crowley wants to laugh. “Dunno.” He forces his eyes open and the sight of Aziraphale so close and his gaze so open and earnest forces an answer from him more honest than he’d like. “Been pretending for so long - not sure what I’d be without it.”

“No, me either.” Aziraphale pauses, brow furrowed. “But I think perhaps…happy.”

Something inside Crowley squirms at that, snarling in wounded rebellion the way it always does when Aziraphale so much as suggests he might be anything less than demonic. Unforgivable, that’s what I am. He flicks his gaze away, somewhere over Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Not sure I deserve that.”

Aziraphale’s eyes blaze with a sudden, startling intensity. I forgive you. “None of that now, my dear.” He fidgets, straightening his bowtie. “It’s like you said, after all.”

He swallows and Crowley watches warily as he steels himself and lifts a trembling hand to his cheek. The warmth of him is staggering. A sunrise wrapped up in the form of a mild-mannered book collector. Crowley can feel the essence of him seeping beneath his skin and instead of recoiling like a proper demon should, he turns instantly into the touch like a starved cat, nuzzling Aziraphale’s palm. Hating himself for being so bleeding desperate for any scrap of affection but unwilling to pull away after six thousand years of being denied.

“We’re on our own side now.”

“Yes.” Crowley wraps his fingers around Aziraphale’s wrist, pressing a deliberate kiss to the center of his palm.

Aziraphale’s eyes widen. “Oh.”

For all his eagerness to bestow Crowley with affectionate little touches, he seems entirely unprepared for any sort of reciprocation. That could be fun. Crowley relishes the flush in his cheeks, the shudder he can’t quite hide. He’s beautiful, standing there beneath a street lamp that makes his white blonde hair glow like a fucking halo and the pure adoration shining in his eyes just for Crowley. And Crowley wants. Wants with a sudden burning need he hasn’t felt since he sat in the Bentley clutching a thermos full of holy water and watched Aziraphale walk away.

He isn’t walking away now. Slowly, Crowley reaches up and pulls his sunglasses away from his face, tucking them into his jacket. Aziraphale stares at him like he just undressed right in front of him, his eyes glassy and transfixed - worshipful. The blasphemy of it makes Crowley bite back a groan. “Yes,” he says again, softer now as he ducks his head.

Aziraphale makes a quiet, whimpering noise the moment their lips meet. His eyes flutter closed and his hands fist in Crowley’s jacket like all the forces of heaven and hell might descend any moment to take this away from him and he doesn’t plan to lose it without a fight. Crowley stifles a smile, cradling his jaw and flicking his tongue teasingly against soft, plump lips until they part in a pleased gasp. Aziraphale tastes like candy floss, like lazy summer afternoons, like falling into a warm bed happy and just a little bit drunk.

He wonders briefly what he must taste like to the angel - if sulphur and blood bloom in a rotting bouquet in his mouth - but then Aziraphale makes another soft, delighted noise against his lips and Crowley stops expecting him to pull away in revulsion. His worries dissolve like the angel had splashed them in holy water and there’s nothing left to do but sink into Aziraphale’s broad chest and try to trace six thousand years worth of longing into the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue.

He can’t be sure how long they stand there on the pavement, wrapped around one another under a streetlight and snogging each other silly but it feels at once like an eternity and no time at all. Like too much and not nearly enough when he finally unseals his mouth from Aziraphale’s with a shuddering gasp. Still clinging to him, Aziraphale blinks and sways in place, looking dazed. His lips are bruised a brilliant red and his eyes shine as he wavers forward on unsteady legs, chasing after Crowley’s mouth with a little pout.

Aziraphale licks his lips, clearly rattled. “Well,” he breathes, clearing his throat. “That was - what do the humans call it?” He brightens. “Goals.”

Crowley smirks, brushing his thumb fondly over the angel’s swollen lips. He should have known Aziraphale would like kissing, the little hedonist. His little hedonist now. Perhaps always had been. His heart twists - utterly soppy and downright embarrassing, that is. He’ll get around to asking Aziraphale just when it all began for him but right now there’s a brand new beginning of a different sort that Crowley is far more interested in pursuing.

“More where that came from, angel,” he promises, with one last kiss to the unfairly charming curve of Aziraphale’s mouth. “Come on. Let me tempt you to a bottle of ’45 Lafleur.”

They go hand-in-hand, just as - Crowley suspects, hopes - they always will.

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5.

"I need a date for my cousin's wedding," Aizawa slammed the door to the staff room open when Yagi was mid-bite of his mushed-up banana. "Hello to you too," he swallowed, feeling his eyebrow raise on its own accord. "She is pestering me to bring a date because apparently if I don't show some sign of getting into a relationship in the next year, she is going to set me up with her god-awful friend." Resisting a laugh, Yagi placed his spoon down nice and slow, the blush raising from Aizawa's face looking awfully pretty.

"Why me? Why not Hizashi or Nemuri?" he asked, genuinely curious by the whole situation. "My cousin knows me long enough to know I am not dating Hizashi... and Midnight will make me dance."

"Okay," Yagi felt a smile start to grow on his face. "When?" Aizawa let out a minuscule sigh in relief. "Saturday. Wear something nice." With that he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. How sweet, Yagi grinned to himself, shoving mushy scoops of food back in his mouth.

"Can we train at the beach on Saturday?" Midoriya asked as they sparred on the training grounds during lunch break. "I want to work on my new leg powered blows." Kneeing him in the side and dodging an uppercut, Yagi frowned. "I'm sorry, my boy, I won't be able to meet you this Saturday." Swinging a low hit to his chest, hiding a smile when it was blocked rapidly and a counter attack struck him in the arm. "How come?" Midoriya paused in his actions, tilting his head to the side and chowing down on his lip.

"As a matter of fact, I am attending a wedding," he smiled, putting his hands on his hips and looking all proud. "A wedding?" Midoriya tugged at his sleeve. "Who? Who?" Yagi shrugged, "Aizawa-sensei has asked me to accompany him to his cousin's wedding. As a- a date, I suppose." Midoriya went quiet all of a sudden and Yagi felt unease grow in his tummy as the cogs and bolts of his student's brain worked round behind his eyes.

"Todoroki was right then," he tapped his lip, mumbling away to himself. Wait what? "Right about what?" Yagi laughed nervously, scratching lines at the back of his neck. "About y-you and Aizawa-sensei dating." Shaking his head like a maniac, Yagi felt his whole face burn with fire. "What? No! Of course not, why would you think something so silly, my boy?" Midoriya studied him, a small smile hinting across his rosy face. "Okay." He didn't even try to pretend like he believed his mentor. Damn kids.

"Midoryia thinks we are a couple," Yagi spat out, rushing to Aizawa's empty home room like a bolt of lightning. Sipping his black coffee, Aizawa didn't even look up from his papers. "Hm," he hummed, scratching at the paper with his pen here and there. "Did you hear me, Shouta-kun?" he was practically hysterical. "People thing we are dating!"

Aizawa looked up at him, blinking with his dark, shadowy eyes. "Why are you panicking? You would be very lucky to have a guy like me," he looked back at his papers, hiding a sly smile in his scarf as Yagi went from hysterical to flabbergasted in all of a few seconds, burning red with all the fires of hell. "I- I didn't say- Shouta now is not the time for jokes!"

"Never said I was joking. I would make a great boyfriend," he dead-panned and Yagi damn well nearly fainted, choking blood out like a hose around himself. "Okay, okay," Aizawa stood, walking towards him with a handful of tissues. "I'll stop," Yagi took the offered tissues gratefully and wiped at his mouth. "Thank you." Of all times Aizawa could develop a sense of humour, he chose now? "There's nothing to worry about. We are just friends- that's plain to see."

Aizawa returned to his chair and Yagi couldn't understand the strange mix of disappointment and unease at his words. 

Saturday came and Yagi has dressed up in a "not ugly" suit, as per Aizawa's demands, and groomed his hair back into a bun. Finally, he had started to fill out a wee bit, all of the high-calorie drinks Recovery Girl had prescribed him and Aizawa's weekly present of some kind of sweet treat was helping him gain some much needed body fat. Looking in the mirror wasn't giving him nightmares anymore and Midoriya had taken to given him little hugs every now and then, poking him in the tummy. 

A car beeped outside and Yagi took that as his cue to go. Aizawa was in the driver's seat, the scent of cologne hitting him in the face as he entered. Fuck. He looked... well, beautiful. Tight, black suit hugging his body, hair swooped back behind his ears in a ponytail, face clear and scar tracing under his eye. Bored expression planted on his face. "Hey," Yagi almost sputtered blood. "Good morning, thank you for picking me up." Aizawa sped off, rolling his shirt sleeves up, "Thanks for suffering through this with me."

Yagi sat back in his seat feeling awfully sweaty and hot and God, he should have doubled up on deodorant and cologne, if only he had known Aizawa was going to smell so... good. He didn't remember a time when Aizawa didn't smell like sleep and coffee. He tugged on his tie.

"I hate weddings," Aizawa bemoaned, fiddling with the dial for the radio and shooting out between classical and rap music. "It might be fun, Shouta-kun," Yagi stared out as rain plummeted from the heavens, the wipers on the car waving frantically. "Hm," Aizawa hummed doubtfully.

At the reception they stood around, sipping on champagne and Yagi fended off advances from all of Aizawa's great aunts and elderly neighbours. "Oh, we have to fatten him up, don't we Shou-chan," his grandmother had Yagi wrapped up in her big arms. "Yes, I know." Aizawa muttered, boredly, seemingly ignoring Yagi's flustering. "How long have you both been together?" A younger lady asked, a hand on her heart. "Oh," Aizawa scratched at his head. "I don't know. It is a fairly new thing." All of the elders scolded him and the young girl snickered. "The youth of today! Romance is dead!" Grandmother looked just ready to faint.

"You are awful at this," Yagi said, cornering him in the restroom as Aizawa dried his hands. "Fake relationships? I am sorry, I forgot you are an expert, apparently." Yagi rolled his eyes, "Very funny. I'm not an expert in real ones, never mind fake ones. In fact I'd say you were still in middle school when I last had a date."

Aizawa coughed. "Don't be so creepy. You sound like such an old man," Yagi raised an eyebrow in semi-flirtation, "I'm sorry, I thought your type was the older men." Scoffing, Aizawa grabbed him by the tie, "Shut it." Oh God. His heart let out a shuddering beat. Blood gushed through heaving veins and arteries. This couldn't be good for his blood pressure. "Come on, I suppose we had better show our faces for a bit longer."

Aizawa began to play the role of doting date, so very well, that Yagi found himself involuntarily swooning. "More wine?" his hand on the small of Yagi's back. "I'm sure you would like to try some cake?" All of it was fake, teasing, but he could tell his friend was revelling in the embarrassed flush on his face at the cooing of his relatives. "Here you are," he handed Yagi another glass of champagne. Stars floated around his head. "Thank you." Is this what Aizawa would be like as a partner? Why was he even thinking about this? 

Soft music began to flutter into the room like waves upon the shore. Bride and groom, gushing with love and their new found joy with one another took their first dance on the hall in front of everyone, enveloping eachother and swaying in time to the music. Yagi watched them and wondered would he ever have something like that? Likely not, with the decline of his health and the rapid acceleration of his age, it didn't seem like he had enough time.

"What's wrong?" Aizawa had been staring at him, the act gone now that his elders had their focus on the lovely couple. "No, nothing. Just thinking," he gave a slight smile. "Thinking about what?" Aizawa pressed gently, twitch of concern pinched in between his brows. Others began to join the wedding party on the dance floor, coupling up and relaxing to the music. "I suppose I was thinking how I will never have that," he nodded towards the couple. After beat, Aizawa raised his eyebrow. "Why would you want to?" Yagi supposed he was too young to understand what it was like to watch your life slipping out from between your fingers like sand. "I don't know, the experience. Of having someone who loves you whole-heartedly."

"That's just the champagne talking," Aizawa muttered, scratching at his trouser leg with more force than needed. "Surely you know you are loved." Yagi smiled sadly, Aizawa cutting him off with an angry snap. "I'm not saying any more soppy things, get that miserable look off your face and come and dance with me."

"D-dance?" Yagi blinked as the man climbed to his feet and held out an expectant hand. "Has the old age made you hard of hearing? Yes, dance. Come on." What was going on?

Aizawa tugged him huffily towards the dance floor, wrapping his hands around Yagi's waist and allowing them to move gingerly to the beat of the music. "This is awful," Aizawa muttered, nose brushing Yagi's cheek. "Worst experience of my life, by far." Feeling a light giggle flutter it's way out of his chest, Yagi sunk into his embrace. "I agree, truly terrible."

[bluesfortheredj]

You wake up to the rain beating against the window loudly, the wind whisking it up into a frenzy and throwing it against the glass with force, and you groan into the pillow before turning your head to look at the empty space next to you. A deep sigh escapes you as you spot a post-it note on the pillow and you clumsily reach out for it, missing the thing the first time you put your hand down to pick it up.

Back soon my love.

Stay right where you are.

C x

A soppy grin spreads across your face once you’ve read the note and you bury your face in your pillow again in embarrassment this time. It was silly how he still had this effect on you after so long together, but that was what kept your relationship fresh and exciting and you wondered what he had in mind for this morning when he got home. You slip out of the covers only to go to the toilet and when you emerge from the bathroom you hear the front door open and quickly run back to bed.

“Are you up, darling?” Charlie’s voice asks from the bottom of the stairs not too loudly, just in case.

“Yep, wide awake,” you reply.

“Tea?”

“Yes please!”

A few minutes later Charlie appears in the doorway with a cup of tea in each hand and pack of biscuits between his teeth. His hair is stuck to his head from the rain and it’s sticking up in all sorts of directions from the gusts of wind he had battled through.

“You look… Wet,” you giggle as your eyes travel down to his clothes which are clinging to his body tightly thanks to the downpour. He raises his eyebrows and drops the biscuits onto the bed before handing you your tea.

“I am. Absolutely drenched. Not a happy bunny,” he pouts as he stands next to the bed, not daring to sit down and get the duvet damp.

“Get out of those clothes and I’ll get a towel,” you say as you turn to place your tea down on the bedside table and get out of bed again. You walk into the en suite to get a fresh towel for him and by the time you appear again his clothes are in a wet pile by the door, and he’s standing there shivering slightly in just his pants.

“Look at you,” you sigh sadly at his shaking frame, “poor thing.”

You walk towards him with the towel open in your hands and wrap it around him as you rub your hands up and down his torso to dry him off then you pat at his neck and stroke the towel down his arms so the top half of him can start to warm up. You take a corner of the towel and carefully wipe around his face then scruff his hair up with it to get most of the moisture out of it.

“Thank you,” he smiles as you start to sweep the towel up and down his legs, then pat gently around his thighs in a teasing manner when you brush your hand over his crotch as you straighten yourself up.

“All done,” you grin, “now you can get under the covers and warm up.”

“You going to help me?”

“Depends if you’re feeling up to it after your early morning,” you wink as you throw the towel into the bathroom then slip back into bed and remove your nightgown. You chuck it at Charlie and he catches it with a smirk while you hold the duvet up to cover yourself.

“Oh, I’m up to it,” he grins, dropping the item of clothing to the floor and jumping in beside you.

“What was it this morning then?” you ask as you prop yourself up on your elbow to face him as he lays next to you, “hedgehog hit and run?”

“Not quite… Someone’s bike was ‘stolen’, but it turns out the old dear forgot she leant it to her grandson,” he sighs.

“Good old Midsomer, huh? Full of excitement,” you tease.

“I don’t need excitement at work when I’ve got you waiting for me at home,” he says as he wiggles his eyebrows, “this duvet is far too high for my liking.”

He tugs the covers down to reveal your bare collarbone then carries on until he stops at the curve of your hips and stares for a couple of minutes at your chest; your nipples reacting to the cool air and stiffening before his eyes. His tongue darts out of his mouth and sweeps across his bottom lip slowly then he attaches himself to one of your breasts to start nipping and sucking at your hardened bud. Your hands weave into his lush hair to hold him against you as you fall onto your back to lay flat and he follows your movement, making sure he climbs on top of you to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

“Oh, Charlie,” you moan as he settles between your now parted thighs and grinds himself into your bare core.

“You know the rules,” he mutters as he moves to the other breast, leaving wet kisses along your skin as he goes.

“Detective Nelson,” you correct, your voice a mere whine as he continues to press himself against you in circles.

“Better.”

The fabric of his underwear rubs against your sweet spot as he grinds further into you but all you want to do is feel his skin against yours, and you lift his head from your chest, missing the contact immediately.

“I need you to take your pants off,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I might consider it if you re-word it correctly...”

“Take your pants off now, Nelson,” you instruct, and he obliges straight away. He rests his chin on your stomach as he looks up at you for your next command, and you bite your lip at the sight of him waiting patiently with his bright blue eyes filled with lustful anticipation.

“Come here,” you say, hooking a couple of fingers under his chin and pulling him gently so he’s hovering directly over your face, “press your hips against mine, Detective.”

He does as you say and lowers his hips to yours then you wiggle around to open yourself up and let his cock stand against your folds before you start moving yourself up and down his length to feel his rigid member rub against your clit. Your arousal starts to spread along him and his own first few drops of excitement spill over his tip and mixes with yours which gives you more lubrication. Charlie looks down between your bodies to see you rubbing yourself on him, hearing you get more turned on by the second as you start to pant, and he bites down on his lip as he watches his cock glisten with your combined juices.

“Are you going to get yourself off like that?” he asks as he moves his hips to help up the friction.

“Of course, Detective,” you smile as he finally looks up to meet your gaze. The look you give him encourages his movements to get rougher and soon the bed is squeaking beneath you both as he almost sets you on fire with his actions.

“You there?” he asks as he sees you hold your breath for the big finale.

“Yes, yes, yesyesyes,” you pant as you breathe out and your walls tighten and release over and over as he keeps running his length against you, “fuck, that’s enough!”

His cock is rock hard as he lifts himself away from your hips finally and you can see in his eyes that he desperately needs some relief while he whines when he moves. You take his hands and pull him towards your upper body, so he places his knees either side of you as he shuffles his way up the bed. You lift his hands to rest on the headboard above you then leave them there as you guide his hips forward just a little further and you sit yourself up so that your head is in line with his cock.

“Grip that headboard, Nelson,” you wink up at him before wrapping a hand around his member and flicking your tongue over the already soaked tip.

“Shiiiit,” he hisses, his eyes closing involuntarily at the sensation.

“Hmm,” you hum as you take him further into your mouth and his whole body jerks as your lips move down his oversensitive shaft. Your free hand cups his underneath and squeezes gently, which earns a guttural moan to leave his lips just for you and it turns you on to hear what you’re doing to him.

“This isn’t… going to take… long,” he pants as he bucks into your mouth as much as you’d allow him. You suck quickly as he sets a fast pace and as you roll his testicles along your fingers you can hear his moans getting louder, the headboard now banging against the wall as his arms shake. A few more thrusts past your plump lips is enough to tip him over the edge and he manages to look down just in time to see you swallow his warm seed as it spurts into your throat.

“Bloody hell,” he says as he tries to calm his breathing while lifting his leg from the other side of your body and propping himself up next to you instead.

“Do you feel good, DS Nelson?”

“So good,” he grins, placing his arm around your shoulders and tucking you in tightly to his side, “you’re such a good girl.”

Charlie Nelson smut please? Can't be any more specific just pure smut please

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[A spontaneous thread (in conjunction with @askbarnum​ and @askbennett​) originally written live on server last month.] 

Barnum 

Sun only having recently risen, he sits at his desk scratching behind the ears of the round black and white cat sat in his lap, Mr Globe having stumbled in alongside BT and woken him from where he had dozed off in the office around three in the morning. He had sat up most of the rest of the night filling in paperwork, jarred from further sleep by the sound of mice skittering around the office floor. Though was pleasantly surprised to have observed Bennett's overweight cat skillfully stalking and catching the small critters, even under the influence of catnip overdosing, while BT curled up lazily and slept by the fireplace.

Such a clever cat, aren't you. You are welcome to stay here as long as you wish, yes you are. An excellent little worker, and so friendly.

Smooths back the cat's ears as he purrs lovingly and snuggles against his stomach. Sighing in content and smiling as he lets the feline snooze from a busy night of hunting

Bennett

Barges into the office brandishing a sprig of catnip, pausing and straightening himself up on seeing Barnum sat at the desk

Mr. Barnum. Have you seen a black and white, very rude and very spherical cat? I’ve been up all night following a trail of catnip all the way here from my garden. Globe has, once again, taken it upon himself to wreak havoc in not only my household, but it seems your circus too.

Carlyle

stumbles out of office quarters in the back, hair ruffled and pillow creases still on cheek

Who fed BT catnip? You know he always has hallucinations about chasing treats with legs afterwards. Stomped all over me last night.

Barnum 

Rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair

Do neither of you have any concept of knocking? Or is it a decency of my generation died out with the youth of today.

Takes a long sip of his coffee

How do you know he is dreaming of treats with legs? He can't speak. You probably left his toy cupboard open and he got into the stash again.

Lifts the chunky cat from his lap onto the desk, scratching behind his ears as he wakes up groggily

He woke me at around three in the morning, but other than that he has been as good as gold. And also I am keeping him, so you can take your leave now.

Bennett 

Stares at Carlyle in bewilderment

Did he try to dig those walking treats from within your hair? It must have taken quite some effort to disarray.

Watches as Barnum presents Mr Globe with an expression of pure relief that quickly dissolves into anger at Barnum’s erroneous declaration

Excuse me. Keeping him?! You most certainly are not! Mr Globe might be uncouth and troublesome, but he is a valued member of our household. You don’t even appreciate the true value of feline companions! You absolutely shall not be keeping him.

Goes to the desk and scratches Globe’s ears fondly, leaning in to speak to him

He won’t be keeping you. No he won’t. Because he’s a silly fraudman and you’re so fluffy.

Carlyle 

runs hand through hair crankily but does not dignify Bennett with a response

shuffles over to the cart and pours a large cup of coffee before addressing nobody in particular

Since when did one have to knock on the flimsy curtain of striped fabric separating their spare quarters from their own office?

gulps coffee too quickly and winces, then grabs BT and gives him a reassuring squeeze

You are good and fluffy, yes you are.

Barnum 

You two are unbearable.

Finishes his coffee in a single gulp and puts don his cup, taking a small piece of chicken from his pocket and waving it above his desk, grinning smugly as Globe leaps down from Bennett's arms to grab it, nuzzling up against his sleeve.

Our office, it's shared. You were sleeping in the spare quarters, what if I was getting changed in here or using the chamber pot or writing secret poetry for you, the surprise of it would be utterly ruined. A little respect for ones privacy goes a long way.

Scratches Mr Globe's rear and presses a kiss to the top of his head

Actually I believe he tires of your coddling and has come to the circus in hopes of an escape. I think he has chosen me actually. Besides, I have hired him, he signed a contract while you weren't around.

Beams a mocking smile as he pushes over a very formal looking contract with a smudgy paw print at the bottom.

Seems he is much more efficient at keeping the office clear of mice than old hairballs over there.

Bennett 

Coddling? Exactly how much knowledge do you have when it comes to caring for cats, Barnum? I do not ‘coddle’ any of the cats in my household, I’ll have you know.

Picks up the contract and examines it closely

That is Mr Globe’s paw print...but it means nothing if he was under the influence of cat nip. This contract is void. I am not having him work for you. Deal with your mouse problem some other way.

Carlyle

snorts and sinks onto couch with BT in lap

Heaven forfend should I catch a glimpse of your delicately turned ankle.

leans over and looks at contract

That actually does look in order. Especially since it happened this morning after all effects would have ostensibly worn off.

Barnum 

Puts a hand on his chest in mock offense

Whether it would affect you or not is irrelevant, perhaps I have no desire for you to stumble upon my bare ankle. Oh the humiliation of such indecency. *Snorts softly and stands to wander over and press a kiss against the top of Phillip's messy hair before moving back to the happy cat on his desk, scratching softly under his chin. I know enough about cats to care for one. Besides, he is a very calming presence. I have grown rather fond of him, and he seems perfectly happy here. Ellie cannot handle the rodent issue by herself, and she is better at catching the larger rats than the smaller and faster mice. Mr Globe here seems to be quite the natural. He spent near all night on the hunt, I'd go as far as to call him my hero.

Bennett

The contract can not possibly be in order. How am I to know that you didn’t trick him into walking through some ink and onto the paper? Were there any witnesses?

Bats Barnum’s hand away and continues scratching under Globe’s chin in his place

There’s no question that Mr Globe is an adept hunter. Indeed, he is, but it is utterly irrelevant. The point of the matter is that he is not, under any circumstances, joining your circus. 

Carlyle

shakes head and picks up BT, heading back to the spare quarters

Working builds character, they say. It might help keep him too occupied to engage in less reputable activities. But it is barely dawn and I am getting a headache from the raised voices. With your kind pardon, I will now go back to sleep until a more proper waking hour.

gives Globe a chin scritch, Bennett a curt nod , and Barnum a head butt in the shoulder before returning to bed

Barnum

Phil, Phil get back here. You can't sleep while we have company it is most improper.

Sits back down at his desk and starts to gently stroke Globe's back in soft repetitive motions

Unfortunately it is too late, he has already joined my circus. Unless you are planning on going against dear Mr Globe's free rights as an American citizen. In which case you will have to apply in a court of law to have my contract overruled. And I would very much like to see a day where the court will do anything but laugh at you for proposing such a case. I've already gotten him a uniform.

Rummages in his desk drawer, pulling out a small waistcoat and a flat cap, popping the little cap onto the cat's head.

Actually it is from one of the reject stuffed animals we were going to sell out front but it fits him rather nicely. He is even earning wages now. A whole dime a day, perhaps you can purchase some fish for him on his behalf.

Teasingly puts a coin inside a small pouch and ties it to Globe's collar, grinning smugly as the cat nuzzles lovingly into his hand

Bennett

Tries desperately to maintain an expression of distaste as Globe is adorned in his working attire, but the frown fragments into a soppy grin

As much as I highly disapprove of you dresses dear Mr Globe in clothes intended for a toy, I am not above admitting that he does look rather smart. I do not, however, think that is sufficient pay. At least a nickel and a dime per day. One must account for the danger of working in close vicinity with such dangerous creatures as lions and ostriches and flying knives.

Carlyle 

stands at doorway, still hesitating and looking longingly back to bed

He does have three ladies to share his wages with at home. It seems only proper.

Barnum

Glances back and forth between the two men before rolling his eyes

You're going to send me to the poor house with this kind of bartering. I'll go to one dime and three cents, no more.

Fishes in his pocket for an extra few pennies and pokes them into the little pouch.

Really, he is only a cat and he-

Suddenly scrambles up on his chair as another mouse darts by his feet, glancing at the cat with an expectant, impatient stare.

Well? What are you waiting for?

Watches Mr Globe lay down lazily. Then groans and pulls out an extra two cents, tucking them into the little pouch grouchily. The cat finally standing up and pouncing off the desk to chase the animal

Young people these days, they want something for nothing.

Bennett 

Watches Barnum’s display of fear with amusement, and Mr Globe’s bartering skills with pride.

Mr Globe is well aware of the value of his service. I do hope you will offer bonuses for exceptional work. You’d be amazed what additional incentive can do for his hunting instincts.

Watches Globe give chase to a second mouse as it runs past Carlyle into the adjoining room.

If he keeps this attitude up, consideration might need be given to returning to him his proper title...

Carlyle

Are they actually granted land with that title or is it mostly for courtesy? I've always wondered. 

Barnum

Slowly moves to hesitantly step down, seeing another one scuttle by and deciding to stay up there while regarding the two men.

One would hope they own some land. I suspect they own the house and Bennett just bums around there.

Bennett

Watches in confusion as the mouse seems to chase after Mr Globe into the other room.

One could make an interesting narrative out of the predator-prey behaviour of rodents and cats. And, yes, of course they own some land. My inheritance included a small area of land and our house, that is divided between myself and the ladies. Mr Globe, before his fall from grace, did indeed have legal ownership of the house itself.

Carlyle

sits back down on the couch to avoid the frantic scurrying

That would seem to indicate there was foul play afoot, if demoting him led to your gaining more property. It reads like an Austen novel.

Barnum 

Nearly stumbles from his chair and perches against the desk to steady himself

Wait you are serious? Your cat owned your house? He legally owned your house? ...Did you remove his lordship because he urinated in his own fireplace? Can a regular man even demote a lord? Goodness me, Bennett. And they call me peculiar.

Watches a mouse scuttle out from under his pile of paperwork on the desk and falls off his chair with a small yelp.

Bennett

Straightens his cravat in a dignified manner

I don’t appreciate what you are implying. There were very complicated legalities involved, but I assure you there was no foul play aside from Mr Globe’s actions that day. Admittedly the intricacies of the matter really would not have been out of place in one of Miss Austen’s novels, but that does not mean anything untoward was afoot.

Raises am eyebrow at Barnum sprawled on the floor.

Yes they do. With excellent reason.

Carlyle 

I don't blame Mr. Globe for preferring the life of a working man, free to live by his own devices, over that of administering an estate for the rest of his days.

leans over and offers Barnum an arm up

I like your peculiar.

Barnum

Hums grouchily at Bennett, then graciously accepts Phillip's hand up, tugging him over to kiss his forehead as he stands

I like your peculiar too.

Headbutts him accidentally as a mouse scuttles by their feet and he jumps. Groaning and rubbing his head, offering him an apologetic look

Perhaps coffee? Downstairs. In the kitchen next to the lion pen where there's rarely any pests. Bennett can look over the contracts at hand and you can- I'll get you a band aid and make you breakfast.

Bennett

Watches the pair of them with mild amusement

Really, you two are like something straight out of one of Miss Austen’s novels yourselves.

Shakes another mouse off his shoe

A change of location may not be unwise. And I should like to look more closely at that contract.

Carlyle

rubs jaw with a wince

I'm fine. But a second coffee sounds most appealing. I wonder what in the office could be attracting all these mice?

head back towards the bedroom

Give me a few moments to change and I shall be down to join you.

Barnum

I have no idea, it's like they gather in here just to spite me.

Picks up a peanut from the scattering of half eaten food covering his desk, tossing it skillfully into his mouth

Nasty little creatures. Come along, I'll see if we have anything suitable to your refined picky taste buds.

Nods to Phillip and leads Bennett downstairs

How do you take your coffee? Please don't say with cat milk.

Bennett

Deadpans.

It’s a mystery.

Follows Barnum downstairs.

Of course not. Have you ever tasted cat milk?! Black with no sugar, please.

Barnum

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Fic: Deep & Meaningful

Merry Christmas, @agoodcaptaingoesdownwithership!

Deep & Meaningful

A series of conversations shared between Aaron & Robert over the course of 2018, set in canon.

February

Aaron noticed that Robert was looking rather harassed by the time he joined him at the pub. “I’m so sorry. Seb was crying and Rebecca didn’t seem to realise, and then she kept repeating herself, so. I’m sorry I’ve been so long.”

“It’s fine, sit down and I’ll get you a pint. Is Seb alright now?”

Robert nodded. “He was settled by the time I left.”

By the time he was halfway through his first drink, Aaron was pleased to note, Robert looked a lot more relaxed. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he was saying. “We’ll have a proper date night and I’ll take you out for dinner.”

“Well I won’t say no to that. But there’s nothing to make up for; I know it’ll take time to get a new routine sorted.”

With a smile, Robert let the subject go at that, but Aaron had already decided he was going to reassure him further later.

That moment came a few hours later when they were walking home from the pub. Just a few nights before, they had made the walk from Vic’s place to the Mill, hand in hand. Aaron took Robert’s hand in his again now, linking their fingers together.

“You know this is it now, don’t you?” Aaron started. Robert looked at him curiously, so he continued. “Me and you, forever. I’m not going to change my mind or have a go at you for being late, for things that are out of your control. It’s going to be different this time. Although I can’t promise never to have a go!”

Robert let out a laugh at that, then squeezed Aaron’s hand. “Forever.”

March

Seb was finally asleep, and the house was settling down for the night. Aaron had had a panicked call from Chas an hour before; telling him Lisa had collapsed and been rushed to hospital. He was worried, but both Robert and his mum had persuaded him there was no point him rushing down there now. There were enough Dingles taking up space in the corridors at Hotten General, and they were only waiting for news the same as he would be.

“You okay?” Robert asked, voice soft and concerned as he got into bed beside Aaron.

“Just want to know what happened. Did she have another angina attack?”

“I’m sure Lisa’s being looked after. They’ll find out what’s going on and get her the right treatment. I know it’s hard but try not to worry, eh?”

Aaron didn’t reply, which Robert took as a hint to stop talking. At least on this subject. So he changed it himself. “Thank you for today.”

That got an answer. “I didn’t do anything,” he said, sitting up in the bed.

“You did, Aaron. These past few days have been hard, but you made it easier. I just didn’t know what to do. I wouldn’t have asked you to take Seb on full time with me; same as I didn’t want to ask Rebecca to give him up. And then you said…what you said, about there being room for him here and I just…I don’t know what to say. Except, I love you.”

Aaron ran a hand up and down Robert’s arm, stroking lightly. “Were you scared of asking me if we could have Seb living with us?”

“Not scared. But I was worried what Rebecca’s behaviour was coming to, and I couldn’t think what our other options were. I told you I was never going to force Seb on you and I meant it, so the thought of asking you? I didn’t want you feeling like you had to say yes.”

“I want him here, Robert, okay? He’s your little boy, and I need to get to know him more. It’s awful, what Rebecca’s going through right now, but Seb has to come first and she knew that as much as we did. And I promise I’ll be there for him too.”

Robert gently eased Aaron down on the bed, so he was laying flat again. All the while he was kissing him soundly. “He’s already lucky to have you. And so am I.”

June

The pizza was forgotten in the end, as Aaron and Robert made the most of an empty house while Liv was out and Seb was still with Diane. Later, while Aaron was packing for the following day’s holiday adventure with his sister, Robert snuck downstairs with Aaron’s best black shirt and took out the ironing board. He was just finishing his task when he was caught in the act.

“Why are you ironing your shirts at this ti—hang on, that’s mine!”

Robert switched off the iron, held up the shirt and smirked. “Come on, Aaron, you can’t go on a road trip with only hoodies and crumpled up t-shirts.”

“I think you’ll find I can. Anyway, that shirt will only get all wrinkled in my bag too.”

“It won’t, not if you actually wear it.”

“Who am I dressing up for? Maybe if you were coming with us…”

“You know I wish I could. Maybe I’m hoping you’ll send me some selfies while you’re away. You always look quite fit in this shirt.”

Aaron raised an eyebrow. “Have you smuggled a tie and suit jacket into my bag as well?”

“Ah, I never thought of that!”

Laughing, Aaron nudged him in the side. “Can’t you sack off work so you and Seb can come? I just want a proper family holiday with you.”

“I promise we’ll plan something soon. It’s tempting to tell Joe and Jimmy to get stuffed now I’m just an employee, but we need the money, don’t we.”

Aaron made a face at him. “Yeah, well, don’t let Tate walk all over you. I’ll be happy to wipe the smile off his face for you.”

“Alright, bodyguard, tone it down a bit.” Robert shook his head at him, though a smile was breaking through. “I love you.”

Wrapping his arms around the man’s waist, Aaron sighed against him. “Gonna miss you. Soppy.”

“I’ll miss you more. Look, I’d better go and pick up Seb before it gets too late. I’ll pick something up for tea on the way back, seeing as we were too distracted earlier.”

When they had finished grinning at each other, Aaron kissed him quickly on the cheek. “I’ll go. I don’t mind, and anyway I won’t be seeing him for weeks will I, so I’d better top up on my Seb cuddles before we leave.”

Robert beamed at him. The bond between his other half and the little boy he’d taken on as his own warmed his heart. "Thank you. I’ll ring Liv and ask if she’s coming home for her tea.“

"Alright. Now keep your nose out of my packing, you. Leave my hoodies alone.”

Robert was rolling his eyes, but then just as Aaron was about to close the front door behind him, Robert heard him call out, “love you too!”

July

“Robert, will you please just come up to bed. And that wasn’t a question, it was a polite order. That’ll get less and less polite if you keep ignoring me.”

Aaron had perfected the hands-on-hips, ‘do as you’re told’ look as he stood in front of the older man. Robert was slumped on one of the lounge settees at the B&B, where they were staying the night until it was certain the Mill was safe to return to.

“I will in a minute.”

Bending down in front of him, Aaron took the now cold cup of tea out of Robert’s hands and put it on the small table in front of them. At least, he thought briefly, Robert had finally put his phone away after several failed attempts to locate Rebecca. Now he seemed to be overthinking instead, dwelling on the carbon monoxide leak that had almost cost himself and Liv their lives.

“Robert, come on,” Aaron tried, gentler this time. He sighed, flopping down to sit next to him now. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I don’t think I can, Aaron.” He was looking at him now, worry and fear in his eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about what almost happened. And it must have been my fault.”

“'Course it wasn’t. I know you, don’t I? You would have checked that alarm, so it’ll be something else that’s caused this. Something no one could have noticed. You and Liv are okay, and you’re safe now, yeah? Seb’s being fussed over by Lydia, I bet, so we don’t need to worry about him. You just need some proper rest.”

“I won’t be able to sleep.”

“Oh, Rob,” Aaron stroked his face, watching as Robert closed his eyes at the sensation. It was the first time he’d looked relaxed all day. “Just come back to the room with me and lay down, okay? Lay down and close your eyes and I bet you, you’ll drift off.”

Robert nodded, just once, letting Aaron take him by the hand and lead him up the stairs. He wasn’t convinced his other half was right, but he trusted in him all the same.

September

“Robert?”

“Mmm?” Robert was sat on the sofa, cuddling Seb.

“I wanted to ask you something, about the wedding.”

The older man looked up at him, and the little boy did the same. “Yeah?

Aaron sat down beside him. "I want to change my name.”

Robert’s eyes widened, but then he grinned. “Aw, but I love the name 'Aaron’!”

“Wow,” Aaron laughed. “Was that your first dad joke? 'Cos that was terrible, wasn’t it Seb, eh?” He made silly faces at the little boy, who gazed up at him transfixed.

“I’m always hilarious, actually. Anyway, tell me again?”

“Okay. So, if I took your name when we got married…would that be alright with you?”

“Alright with me? Are you serious? As if I’d say no. Come here.” With one arm still holding Seb, Robert reached out with his other to cup Aaron’s cheek and kiss him. “So you want to be Mr Sugden for real, then.”

“Well, how about Sugden-Dingle?”

“I’m surprised you’re not pushing for Dingle-Sugden, actually.”

“Sugden first sounds better, doesn’t it? As much as I hate to inflate your ego.”

Seb chose that moment to let out a giggle, making Aaron laugh.

“Are you trying to tell me that Daddy Aaron is funnier than I am?” Robert asked the boy, making shocked faces at him.

Aaron winked at Seb. “He knows I am.”

November

“I just felt stupid, and embarrassed.”

“Don’t be daft, If you can’t talk to me about the important things then who can you tell?”

“My other husband?” Robert knew Aaron was deflecting the question, but he took the bait and joined in anyway.

“Bit early to be making those kind of jokes, Aaron. I might start to wonder, you know!”

“Oh yeah, 'cos I’m also a bigamist - the one thing I’ve never been caught and sent down for!”

The two men stopped bantering, looked at each other and huffed out a laugh. They inched closer to each other on the sofa and Robert looked at Aaron seriously again. “Hey. I wish you had told me you felt like that. I knew something was wrong, but I thought you were distancing yourself because of my reaction to having a baby. I’d no idea you were blaming yourself for even bringing it up.”

Aaron avoided Robert’s gaze. “Well what kind of idiot suggests having more kids when his husband’s just said goodbye to his little boy…our little boy. You didn’t even know if we were gonna see Seb again at that point, and I just blurted that out. You must have thought I wanted to replace him.”

“No, I never thought that. I was a bit shocked, and then I realised you were grieving for Grace, so I was worried about you. I didn’t know if it was what you really wanted, or…”

Aaron was able to look at him now. “I’d been thinking about us having kids for a while, before there was any chance of Rebecca taking Seb away. I didn’t just come up with it that day, Robert. But I should have picked a better time to bring it up.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before, about kids I mean?”

“We’ve had a lot going on, haven’t we? I kept telling myself I’d tell you after this or that was over. Then it just burst out of me like that.”

“I’m sorry, you know” Robert said quietly now. “For letting you think I wasn't interested in having children with you. I know I said I just wasn’t ready, but I didn’t exactly say much to reassure you I wanted them in the future. Today was…unexpected. It suddenly hit me that I didn’t know what I was waiting for. That doing this with you is actually all I want.”

“What was it about Nicola and Jimmy’s 'little horrors’ that made you want it though?”

“It was more when I was talking to Nicola, really. She was talking about doing anything for them, and just about family in general. And I just thought, yeah we’ve got that already; we built a family with Liv, then with Seb too. But I want to do it all over again with you.”

Aaron stared into his husband’s warm, sincere eyes and couldn’t speak. So he pulled him into another hug, and didn’t let him go until he was able to form words.

December

“You sure you have the time for all this, what with all your scheming?” Aaron asked. Robert gave him a nudge and led the way into yet another shop.

“Christmas shopping for my family with my husband? I’ve been looking forward to it. And excuse me, you know I promised this stuff with Home Farm wasn’t going to change me.”

Aaron screwed up his face in distaste at the millions of bath bombs on the shelves in front of them. Who would spent this much money on bathroom products? Oh, right - Robert would. “You actually look forward to Christmas shopping? Weirdo.”

“Ah, Aaron. It just wouldn’t be the same without you trailing along beside me, moaning about how much of an inconvenience shopping is to your life.”

After buying a couple of things for Vic, Robert pointed out a toy shop across the way, grinning at the way his husband’s face changed instantly. “This is more like it. Seb’s the best one to buy presents for,” Aaron announced as they walked inside.

“Hmm. For Seb, or for you?” Robert teased, just as Aaron picked up a large stuffed bear, not dissimilar to the one they’d won together at a theme park a couple of years ago.

“Shut up." They browsed in silence for a while, finding a few things they knew the little boy would like. Robert seemed quite attached to a little fluffy reindeer, holding it for quite a while until Aaron held out a basket he’d picked up.

"Rob?”

“Yeah,” the older man replied absently as he dropped the toy into their basket.

“You okay?”

“Sure. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You can talk to me, you know. About missing Seb.”

“I know. Where did that come from?”

“I just worry about you. With it being Christmas, and you didn’t get to see him on the day last year either, did you? And all this stuff with you and Nicola conning Graham. Is it just a distraction?”

Robert sighed. “Do we have to talk about this now?”

“I’m sorry, I’m not trying to upset you. We can talk about it later if you want. Just thinking out loud I guess.”

Seeing Aaron’s conflicted look, Robert felt guilty for snapping. “No, I’m sorry. I am missing Seb, but I’m doing alright. I was going to tell you this later, but we’re seeing him on Christmas Eve. Rebecca said we can have him for the whole day.”

“That’s great. I can’t wait.”

“Me too. Listen, about Home Farm. Maybe it is helping me; focusing on this plan stops me dwelling on all the things I’d usually be doing with Seb at various parts of the day. But that’s not why I’m doing it. I want my shares back for Home James, and I want to set us up with enough money for our future. We will get things going with the surrogacy, I promise you.”

Aaron gave him a soft smile, putting down the basket full of shopping to put an arm around his husband’s shoulder. “Just don’t push yourself too hard. It’s not all on you, and I’m not having you getting yourself arrested. Especially not because of that snob Graham.”

“Okay,” Robert chuckled. “It doesn’t really bother you that we’re stitching him up, then?”

“The bloke who stood by and let Joe take your business from you? No way. Just please, be careful? I know you already said you would, but…”

“I’ll be careful. Don’t worry, okay? Now come on, let’s get this lot paid for," Picking up their shopping, Robert headed for the till. "We’ve still got to find presents for Liv and your mum."

"Not more shops!” exclaimed Aaron. “You do know they invented online shopping, so we could get it all done in the comfort of our own home.”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“Fun?!”

Christmas Day

Aaron was the last to arrive downstairs, dressed in blue shirt and matching suit for the latest surprise wedding in the family. Robert, wearing his own blue suit, stood by the foot of their staircase. He took a sharp intake of breath, mesmerised.

“What?” Aaron asked.

“You,” his husband replied. “You look–”

“Yeah, yeah, I know you love me in a suit. Try and control yourself though, will ya? I can make it worth your while when we get back.”

Robert laughed softly. “I’ll be holding you to that, Mr Sugden.”

“That’s Sugden-Dingle, I think you’ll find.”

“You’ll always be my Mr Sugden,” the older man insisted, looking fondly at him. “But that suit, Aaron…I’ve dreamt of you like this.”

“Alright, don’t go overboard.”

“No, I mean I’ve actually dreamt of this.”

“It’s not that unusual, you dreaming about me in a suit, Robert.” Aaron smirked. “At this point, even my mum knows you’ve got a thing about it.”

“Why does Chas…no, forget that, you’re killing the mood here. When I say I dreamt of this, I don’t just mean the suit. It was you in this exact outfit, even the bow tie which can I just say, I didn’t even know you owned.”

“Nicked it out of one of your drawers,” Aaron explained without missing a beat.

“Didn’t even know I still had one. Anyway, so it was you, looking exactly like this and walking down those stairs. And we were stood right here in this spot too.”

“So?”

Robert held Aaron by the waist and allowed his eyes a few more seconds to linger over how gorgeous he looked. “So,” he elaborated. “It was last Christmas, after my accident and I was having all these crazy dreams in hospital. You were the only thing that made sense.”

Thinking back to Christmas day the previous year only reminded Aaron of upsetting memories, and all the heightened emotions of that day. He pressed his face into Robert’s shirt, letting it ground him and replace those thoughts with the reassuring fact that they were here and together this Christmas.

He felt a hand caress the back of his head, then fingers running through his hair. “Hey, don’t,” Robert said in a quiet voice. “Don’t go there, wherever your mind is going right now. I was trying to be romantic.”

Aaron pulled back, laughing tearfully. “Yeah? Tell me about the rest of this dream then.”

“Well it started off on a loop where I kept bumping into Jimmy, and ended up like my own personal Christmas Carol.”

“Which carol?”

“Eh? No, not the songs, Aaron! The film.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen 'A Christmas Carol’?” A shrug from Aaron in response. “We’ll be fixing that later - you and Liv will love it. The point is, this dream was telling me to sort myself out, like Scrooge in the film. Except I had Val moaning on at me instead.” Robert decided to leave out all the morbid details of his nightmare - which was why he kept calling it a dream.

“Val? That’s…random.”

“Yeah. Anyway, all I’m really saying is, maybe I always knew this was going to happen.”

“You always knew I would walk downstairs in a suit?” Aaron joked. Robert sent him a mock glare.

“Fine, you make fun of me all you like.”

“Thank you, I will.”

“But I like to think that, even though I’d convinced myself you were better off without me, we were meant to find our way back to each other. So the daft dream was like a premonition.”

Aaron had stopped laughing. “I wasn’t better off without you.”

“Sometimes you were.”

“Never. I’ve got another present for you later that’ll prove it.”

Robert didn’t know what to make of that statement, but before he could comment, Liv was coming downstairs and it was time to head out. Aaron gave him a wink and a kiss on the cheek before they all set off for the wedding.

Christmas Night

“I still think ours was a better 'surprise wedding/commitment ceremony’,” Robert said as he, Aaron and Liv arrived back at the Mill.

“The police showed up before you got to the vows, and all my rustic-themed decorations got replaced with random bumblebees and Christmas stuff - and it was February!” Liv protested.

“Yeah well, it was perfect to me,” Aaron insisted, sharing a knowing smile with his husband.

“And you danced with me,” Robert added.

“You know every time you bring that up, the chances of it happening again get less likely.”

Liv rolled her eyes at the pair of them. “Right, you two can carry on reminiscing, I’m going upstairs to ring Gabby.”

“Come back down after and we’ll watch a film,” Robert told her. “I need to educate you and your brother on 'A Christmas Carol’.”

“Which one?”

“Really? It’s a film, Liv. I can’t believe you two.”

“Sorry, old man,” Liv smirked. "Must be before our time.“

"It was before my time as well, cheeky,” Robert grumbled, feigning annoyance. “Go on, you, off you go.” As she disappeared upstairs, he turned to look at Aaron who was trying to hold in his laughter.

“Sorry,” he offered feebly. Composing himself, Aaron started to head for the stairs himself. “You stay here, I’ll get your last present before I land myself in the dog house, shall I?”

Two minutes later, he was back watching as Robert unwrapped his gift. It was a book, with For Robert, Love Aaron printed on the front. He looked at Aaron in surprise, before turning back to open it.

The first page held two photos: one from when they had first got together as a proper couple, the other a snap Robert recognised from the holiday to Wales they had taken with Liv not long after. There were captions for each picture.

First day putting up with me properly, Aaron had written next to the first one. It was the day after Gordon had been sent down; Robert knew by the scruff of Aaron’s beard. He hadn’t shaved for a few days with everything that had been going on, and Robert remembered the look of him as he’d slurped down the milk from his cereal.

Next to the holiday photo were the words: The things you put up with for me, eh? Aaron was grinning in the shot, but Robert looked less than impressed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed their trip, but it was freezing and no amount of layers and scarves had helped the situation. He and Liv had formed something of a truce, but they weren’t exactly mates yet. It was more about making Aaron happy - and clearly the younger man knew that.

Robert took his gaze off the page to lock eyes with his husband. “You made me a scrapbook?”

“Scrapbook, photo album, whatever you want to call it,” Aaron replied, suddenly feeling shy.

“Aaron, this must have taken you ages! Printing off all these photos…” he trailed off, turning to the next page and a picture of the two of them in the pub, seemingly taken from behind the bar by Chas. Robert was looking at Aaron while the latter talked animatedly about something. Liv saw this one and said you had heart eyes. Soft lad.

Unbothered about being teased, he leaned over to kiss Aaron, first on the lips, then again on the cheek. “Thank you. I love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course I do. It’s the best present I’ve ever had.”

Aaron smiled. “I’ve never really been that into photos, but I like them with you. I even loved going through them to find all these. No one’s ever made me as happy as you do. See?”

Aaron reached across to turn another page, where they found a photo that was taken just after their first engagement: Aaron was sat up in his hospital bed, his hair fluffy and unruly. He wasn’t long out of the danger zone after that awful crash on the Hotten bypass, but he had the biggest smile on his face. Beside him, Robert had an expression of equal delight. We said yes! was written next to it.

Laughing at his mocking of the cheesy post-proposal line everyone was using on social media these days, Robert traced a finger over Aaron’s joyful face in the image.

Together, they worked their way through the rest of the book, looking over moments from their first wedding right through to their official big day a few months before. The differences from then to now were clear; while they had been just as wrapped up in each other and madly in love on both occasions, there was a heaviness to the earlier snaps, knowing everything that was coming. Still, Aaron’s caption rang true: Messed up forever.

And next to a photo of them on their legal wedding day, having just been declared 'husband and husband’, he had written simply: Forever. Their eyes were lit up in this one, carefree and content.

“Now who’s the soft lad?” Robert asked, voice wobbling.

“Still you, I reckon,” Aaron nudged him. Though he had been just as lost in the memories of that day. “One more page, come on.”

Going to the final page of the book, Robert saw a familiar family photo of all four of them: Aaron, Liv, Seb and himself. The caption read: First family photo. “I love this one.”

“Me too,” Aaron smiled. “And I love you.”

Robert gave him another kiss. “I love you so much.”

“And I love our family,” Aaron continued.

“So do I. And I won’t put it at risk ever again, which is why I’ve pulled out of all that Home Farm stuff.” At Robert’s words, Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I didn’t want to let on earlier in case anyone was listening, but I heard Megan on the phone to Graham before the wedding started.“

He’d been getting their drinks when he’d realised the wedding planner was standing behind him, talking in hushed tones about Nicola "thinking she can get away with her con”. Seconds later she was giggling much less discreetly, exclaiming “Graham!” in a flirty tone that had Robert making a face and returning to his husband’s side.

“So he knows what you’ve been up to?” Aaron asked, starting to panic.

“No, no. He’s only onto Nicola as far as I can tell. And even if he suspects me, I’ve been covering my tracks since this whole thing started. I sent her a message telling her I’m out, and that she needs to end this while she still can.”

“Right, and what did she say?”

“No idea, I just sent her the warning then switched my phone off.”

“Seriously?”

“What? I sent the same text to Jimmy so she’ll definitely get the message.”

“And you’re really prepared to give the whole thing up?”

“Aaron, I don’t know what Graham’s capable of, and I’m not risking him coming after this family. I’m just sorry I promised you we’d be set to pay for the surrogacy…and now–”

“That doesn’t matter,” Aaron cut him off. “For once in your life you’ve saved me the bother of having to talk you out of something,” he smirked. Robert rolled his eyes. “Look, I want us to have a baby, but not at the expense of the family we’ve already got. You’re not depriving me, Robert.”

“I just…I want to give you everything.”

Putting a gentle hand on the back of Robert’s neck, Aaron waited for his husband to meet his eye. “Can’t you see you already have?” he said, voice soft but firm.

“Really?”

Aaron was reminded of that night in the garage just before they got back together, Robert sounding unsure and full of self-doubt. He wasn’t going to have that now. “Yes. Now are you gonna get this daft film ready for when Liv comes back down?”

Robert was back to his confident self in an instant. “It’s not daft. It’s a Christmas masterpiece.”

“If you say so.��

“I just did.”

“Okay.”

“Are you guys done being soppy yet?” Liv called. “I’m ready to see this crap film.”

“For the last time, it’s a bloody classic!”

Hours later, when they were in bed, Aaron would admit that Robert had been right about 'A Christmas Carol’. “Still can’t believe you delayed getting me out of a suit so we could watch it, though.”

“Oi, you wanna talk about delays; how about you getting all romantic with my present!”

“Shut up.”

“Why don’t you shut me up instead?”

Aaron took his cue, shuffling closer and pressing their mouths together.

“Mmm,” Robert mumbled into the kiss. “Merry Christmas, Mr Sugden-Dingle.”

“And a happy new year,” Aaron added, not caring how much of a cliché that was.

“Oh, most definitely.”

[mwdders]

Darling I’m a nightmare Part 4 (Finale)

Part 3: https://therottencorevk.tumblr.com/post/178491097792/part-2

Requested: @surveycoregirl

Harry Hook x reader

Word Count: 1,804 (not edited)

Warnings: none

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Never did she think she’d miss him, she spent a mere two days in his company, that’s hardly enough to get to know someone never mind build a bond which made you long for them.

Sitting on her balcony, y/n was reminiscing, it had been a week since her trip to the isle, a week since she got injured and Harry helped her, she missed him, not only did she not get to say thank you but she didn’t get to know the boy more.

When her mother fount out what had happened she went crazy and grounded y/n. She was only allowed to classes and school events.

“Hey y/nn how you feeling?” Evie enters her room, with y/n still technically on bed rest, but it got so boring she couldn’t help but wander.

“I’m okay, I feel like I’m a prisoner but I’m okay.” Y/n had grown pretty sick of the four walls that kept her trapped.

“Well at least it’s cotillion tonight! You can have a bit of freedom then.” Y/n sighed, she didn’t want to go really, she just wanted to leave this room. “I suppose so.”

“I’ve bought your dress, I can help you get ready if you’d like? I have a bit of time.” Y/n didn’t say anything she just nodded slowly and grabbed her crutches walking back over to the bed. She hadn’t walked properly for a week, but the nurse said she could finally get rid of her crutches for the event tonight.

She allowed Evie to work her magic, doing her hair and make up, before slowly helping her change her dressing on her leg, the wound was still healing, after that she slipped into her dress, putting her shoes on too.

“Oh my, you look gorgeous y/n.” Evie put her hands to her mouth in admiration.

“Thank you E. I wish I felt it.” She slumped down, emotions getting the better of her.

“Oh no sweetie don’t cry! What’s the matter?” Evie sits down, placing a comforting around her.

“I just, it’s so silly, and I mean so silly but I.. I miss Harry, who’d of thought!”

“Honey, that’s okay.”

“It’s weird though. I spent so little time with him, I just felt a connection.”

“Hmm, people do. It doesn’t matter whether you’ve known them a day or a year, if it’s there it’s there.”

“I just wish, I could see him again, to say thank you.”

“I know but let’s not dither over it. We must go.” Evie was quite abrupt because what y/n didn’t know was that because of how he helped her on the isle Ben had invited Harry to cotillion, along with Uma and Gil after some negotiating.

“Evie! Evie!” Y/n yelled as the girl attempted to drag her out the room, “Don’t rush me, I need to be careful of my leg.” Y/n gets her composure before linking arms with Evie and they continue their walk to the lavishing event.

/

“How are you feeling?” Y/n is asked for the hundredth time, “I’m okay, thank you Jay.” She looks at him slightly as if to say, ‘back off and stop asking’ he nods at her, turning to talk to Evie as they wait for Mal’s entrance.

“I’m going to get a drink.” Y/n slowly but carefully walks over to the drinks table, feeling more confident in herself as the evening progresses, even though her leg was hurting she smiled through the pain not wanting to miss anything.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She turns to find Parker Pan, “What do you want Parker?” She rolls her eyes, she never did get on with him.

“Heard you went on an adventure. Didn’t end to well ay?” He leans against the table and picks himself a drink. “It could of gone worse.” She turns around, now having her back to the boy. “Heard you tried to fight the notorious Harry Hook? The son of Captain Hook? Are you stupid?” “Rumours will fly.” She rolls her eyes at the boy, “Well did you?” With the words caught in her throat before she could answer someone else did for her.

“I’d say so, but I’m not sure who won.” She turns to the voice, shocked to see Harry stood there in an all black suit, hair slicked back, no eyeliner on and a single rose in his hand. “Harry?” Y/n questions before slowly walking over to him, he meets her halfway and puts his arm out for her to hold onto. “You’re here?” She smiles widely. “I think so lass, unless I’m dreaming.” He looks down at the gorgeous girl, his heart filling with warmth.

“How are you here?” She questions, “Well ya see I got in that limousine thing and it magically drove me here-“ Before he can continue she hits his chest playfully, “No I mean, how come you’re here? Did Ben invite you?”

By now, he was pretty much holding y/n up, she could barely stand from the pain in her leg but he didn’t need to know that. “Yes love, apparently saving a princess is practically a get outta jail free card.” She just smiles at him.

“Here, this is for ye.” He hands her the rose, smiling shyly at her. “Why thank you, I don’t know what I did to deserve it.” She admires the delicate flower in her hands, fingers running over the soft petals. “Ya gave me a chance, back on the isle, most people would of run for the hills if they saw me coming but not you, you listened to me, got to know my personality, gave me the time of day and didn’t assume. It was refreshing for someone to dare I say care.”

Blushing she leans on him a little more as he places his hand on her lower back, supporting her. “I only did what I thought was right.”

“I’m glad you did. You look gorgeous by the way.” With his free hand he places it on her hip, “Thank you handsome.”

They sway to the music a little, completely ignoring their surroundings. “How’s your leg?” He places his chin on her head, it was like they’d know each other for ages with how intimate and close they were being. “It’s very sore, today’s my first day walking without being aided.” He laughs a little when she says that.

“I see it’s not going very well. Love I’m practically carrying ya.” Y/n laughs, turning her head to look at him, “Alright no need to rub it in.” She pulls away from him slightly, getting her balance, “I just want to say thank you for saving me, for doing what you did. I probably would of died if you’d of not carried me away like that.” He puts his hand on her cheek running his thumb over her face, “All in a days work.”

“I hope Uma wasn’t too mad.”

“Ay, she was but she got over it. She’s here ya see.” He points her out and y/n can see she’s dancing with Parker. “Huh, who’d thought.” She laughs making him laugh too.

“Let’s join the others.” They walk down to the group, arms linked together.

“Y/n!” Surprised at Uma running up to her, y/n steps back slightly. “Woah, easy princess. I ain’t gone hurt ya.” She says, “Sorry, a little jumpy.” She eyes the two of them, “I can see that. How’s the injury?”

Uma looked gorgeous, she had her blue hair in a bun on the top of her head and her dress was the same colour, filled with decorations from the sea. “It’s getting there.” Standing up straight she eyes the others across the room.

“Look, I just wanna say I’m sorry.” Y/n turns her attention back to Uma, “For what?” “All the issues I caused, I’ve apologised to the others too, we’re gonna try and make things work, after all we can’t be in the same classes if we’re at each other’s throats.”

Surprised, y/n’s eyes widen, they’re staying in Auradon?

“You’re staying?” She looks between Uma and Harry, “Yes lass. I mean I’ve got to learn to count at some point.” He smiles at her, she smiles back and tightens her grip on Harry, she had her arm around his waist and a fist full of his shirt so she didn’t fall. “Wanna dance with me y/n?” Surprised you stare at the sea witch slightly, “Ohh sorry Uma, I’m not dancing. Actually I’m just going to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back soon.” She starts to walk away before she’s pulled back slightly, “You okay? Want me to walk with you?” Harry asks a look in his eyes she couldn’t recognise. “No, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry I won’t run before I can walk.”

She slowly walks up the steps and below the deck of the ship to find the bathroom.

After a long evening, cotillion going perfectly, you and Harry take a slow walk back to your dorms.

“I had fun tonight.” He says, your arms were linked so he looks down at you.

“I did too.” She blushes slightly thinking about how she enjoyed his company more than anything.

She stops outside her door and turns to face the inquisitive pirate. “You know, I never thought I’d meet someone that made me feel the way you do. I’ve known you a week and I already feel like I know everything about you.”

He shifts his weight and places a hand above your head resting it on the door. “Ay me too, I mean, if I thought right, maybe I’m going soft in my old age, but I like you’s so much.” “I like you’s too.” She says copying his accent badly in which he rolls his eyes.

They never break eye contact, and that intimates Harry, as he leans down and connects their lips it’s like a flow of energy and power, like they belong with one another, destiny is what they call it. “I think we’ll be just fine princess.” He tells her as they pull away from their kiss but not before he brushes his lips again ever so lightly over hers and rests their foreheads together. “I think we’ll be more than fine handsome.” She leans up and kisses him again before unlocking the door and dragging him inside, finishing the evening off with a film and lots and lots of kisses.

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That’s Darling I’m a Nightmare done! I got a bit soppy in the end and the demeanour changed but I hope you still like it.

🌙🍂

[artificialqueens]

Convenient Denial Ch. 1 (Biadore) - Valencia

AN: FINALLY IT ME, THE BIADORE HOLIDAY FIC <3 I’m sorry it’s taken so long, it’s my first time writing fanfic so please let me know how I’m doing - I’d love to get any feedback/constructive criticism :)) The next two chapters are going to be super smutty with a sprinkling of angst/fluff and I think it’ll probably be around 4-5 chapters in total (I might write a pure fluff epilogue as well to finish it off depending on if you guys like it)

Thanks heaps for reading, love Valencia x

Blurb: Roy is convinced the only reason why he misses Danny so much is because they’re such good friends - nothing more, nothing less. Danny is supposedly well over the silly crush he used to have on Roy back in Season 6. As they go on holiday together, feelings surface that neither quite know how to deal with.

Chapter 1

The tensely corded muscles in Roy’s neck and his constant stress headaches are a blaring sign that he needs a holiday. He always a bit on edge lately, but surprisingly he’s been in a good mood the last couple of days –since Adore’s father’s day post. Danny always knows how to make him smile, and the annual father’s day post dedicated to him never fails to do so. Roy can’t quite pinpoint why, but he’s missing Danny more than usual especially after seeing his latest photos online. Not for the first time, he scrolls through Adore’s instagram feed, trying to ignore the way his eyes lingers on the more racy pics. A stupid grin refuses to leave his face as he clicks on Adore’s post to him. He reads the cute caption over twice before letting himself look at their photo. His heart tugs as he sees adorably rumpled Danny. They both look so happy, so content and comfortable in each other’s company. He misses the days during and after Season 6 when it seemed like his entire world was Adore and Courtney. Now all the time they get together is a group dinner every couple of months if they’re lucky. And barely any time with Danny.

Danny’s the one person he misses the most when he’s on the road. He knows exactly when to make him laugh, and when to stay quiet - even though he never actually does, and he’s a pro at reading him right back whenever Roy dishes it out. No one knows Roy Haylock, or Bianca Del Rio as well as Danny does, and that’s why they’re the closest of friends. He just wishes sometimes they could be like normal best friends, be able to walk over to each other’s houses whenever they feel like it and spend lazy Sundays watching trash reality shows, gossiping about their co-workers and painting their nails. He can’t remember the last time they saw each other for more than a couple days.  

Feeling unreasonably sorry for himself, he pushes all thoughts of Danny away. He’s lucky to be given this opportunity to travel the world, he firmly reminds himself, and he’s worked so hard to get to where he is now. But even Roy can tell he’s overworked and stressed, especially judging by the fact that he’s getting all soppy over something as small as missing his friend. He definitely needs a fucking holiday. The thought of a holiday has plagued his mind the last year or so but he’s never let himself commit to going. He dislikes being on a plane a second longer than needed but if he stays at home he knows he’ll end up working again, doing taxes or some other mundane task. Roy decides he has to go relax and unwind, have some drinks and maybe a massage or two - hopefully that’ll work all this tension out of his system.

He trawls the internet, researching destinations and browsing through idyllic beachfront resort photos. For some reason he doesn’t really feel that excited. After some thought he realises he can’t just sit alone in his own company for a week, he’ll be bored out of his mind. But on the other hand, he generally prefers his own company over others. Except for… No.. he can’t take Danny, can he? He mentally checks Adore’s schedule; refusing to admit to himself that it’s kinda stalkerish that he knows her entire upcoming month off by heart. He tells himself that he’s always made an effort to keep tabs on her career only because he’s incredibly proud of her success but it goes deeper than Roy likes to acknowledge - he mainly just likes to know where Danny is, especially when he’s not home. Adore isn’t touring at the moment but she’s fully booked around the States. What if he asks and Danny doesn’t think spending time together is important enough to miss his prior work commitments? Danny’s biggest pet peeve is being called lazy based on his punk drag and throws himself into his work to prove everyone wrong. Roy can’t do it, he’s so nervous even the thought of that conversation makes his stomach lurch. He knows he isn’t going to be able to face the rejection that may follow. With the idea of a holiday dismissed yet again, he pours himself a bitterly strong drink and slowly starts painting his eyes like a racoon for Bianca’s evening show.

The idea of Danny and Roy on vacation together buzzes around in Bianca’s head all night, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate on her comedy gig. Can’t help but get a little lost in the thoughts of having breakfast with Danny every single morning for seven days. Hearing Danny’s sunny laughter when he succeeds in making the younger man laugh and being able to say “See you tomorrow” and actually mean it. Bianca glugs through her drinks like a deprived alcoholic the entire show, trying and failing miserably to get Danny out of her head. Slowly everything starts to get a bit hazy, but that does little to repress the thoughts she’s been attempting to ignore. After a couple more drinks after the show has ended, with yet another stiff drink in hand, he finds himself picking out their seat selection so Danny can sit next to the window.

Roy wakes up the next morning to a pounding headache and a flight confirmation in his email inbox. His stomach slightly twists as he reads over the details.

Holiday resort package for two - Bali - one week.

Paranoia takes over, and he’s wondering how he’s going to break it to Danny - would Danny think it’s weird? Would he assume that Roy is just old and lonely, trying to buy company? Fuck. The older man doesn’t want to hear the hesitant ‘Sorry, I’ve got a lot going on right now’ from his lips, and the guilty ‘oh no, I feel so bad for wasting your tickets’ that will follow. Well. The tickets are already bought so he commands himself to suck it up, grow a pair and let Danny know. It’s his choice what he wants to do.

“I’ve got tickets. A week holiday, from this weekend.” Danny isn’t surprised at the early morning call from Roy or the lack of a greeting. “Oh my god cool! Where to?” “I won them.” He blurts out. Where the fuck did that come from? The white lie just slips out, his subconscious clearly a tad too insecure to tell him the full truth. Danny laughs, “You fucking lucky bitch. I guess once a winner always a winner.” “Guess that’s what happens when you’ve got talent.” Roy retaliates. A characteristic scream laugh from Danny’s end of the line. “Lucky for me I get to enjoy your benefits. So who’s the real winner bitch?” Roy’s laughing into the phone and Danny’s chest elates - he loves making Roy laugh.  He can’t remember the last time someone besides Roy has made him this goofily happy.

“So you wanna come?” “Fuck yeah, I’m down.” It’s only after Roy hangs up he realises with a grin that Danny has agreed to come without even knowing where they were going.

The second his call with Roy ends he’s calling his manager and cancelling the week block. There must be something in his voice, an urgency perhaps, that makes his manager silent for a few seconds on the phone rather than a straight up ‘what the fuck?!’ “You’re sure?” She asks dubiously. Danny’s never asked for time off before. “Yeah man, I really need some time, you know, to take care of myself.” She agrees to postpone whatever she can and Danny is thinking to himself that the stars have finally aligned. He gets Roy all to himself in paradise for a whole week - for free too! They’re going to have time to talk for fucking hours and do every single thing he misses doing with Roy. It’s gonna be fucking epic.

*  * *  * * *  * * * *

Roy tells Danny a later flight time so he knows the messy man won’t be packed. He drags Danny off to the airport with just a carry on each, haphazardly packed last minute. “Do you know what my deepest, darkest fantasy is?” Roy says suggestively, quirking a brow. Danny brain stutters for a split second - god yes, he wants to hear every single one of Roy’s dirty fantasies. “Wha?” He cringes at how he breathless he sounds as soon as the word is out of his mouth but thankfully Roy doesn’t seem to notice. “Travelling with just a tiny ass carry on!” Roy says with a laugh. Danny nods in full agreement, suppressing the tinge of disappointment he feels when he realises the latino man isn’t talking about anything remotely sexual. “Yeah girl, if we’re hauling their asses back on a plane we’re gonna do it without 5 motherfucking suitcases of drag.”

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“Does our room have a balcony?” Danny asks with puppy dog eyes. Roy chuckles, and Danny nudges him with his shoulder as they’re walking from the resort lobby to the elevators. “I’m serious! I need a balcony for my morning joints.” “It’s not our room pussyfart, we have our own rooms. We’re famous remember? We can afford it.” Roy sarcastically retorts. Their rooms are side by side, almost identical with a king bed and a ridiculous number of pillows on each. Danny cheekily waits until Roy is unpacked before declaring that he prefers Roy’s balcony and that he better get used to him using it. The two look similar - actually Danny’s room seems to have the better view. Roy doesn’t argue though, he knows Danny will be out on his balcony pretty much 24/7 - and he doesn’t mind at all.

“We made it girl!” Danny flops onto the bed like a mermaid, legs tilted together before stretching out into a starfish and rolling around. “And the flight wasn’t even too bad.” Danny had thoroughly enjoyed the seemingly too short flight, mainly because he had spent most of it with Roy’s head nestled between his neck and shoulder. The show they started watching was so good too, even though half his attention was constantly fixed on how close Roy was to him. They spy the massive pool from their balcony and decide to have a dip, overly excited by the fact the pool also has a built in bar. “Wanna get a drink to celebrate?” Roy asks smiling. Danny jumps up without hesitation, “Party.”

They freshen up and make their way downstairs. Roy’s changed into a pair of khaki shorts that are tighter than usual and Danny’s eyes can’t help but trail down his toned back and linger on his round ass. Danny loves the booty, no matter what size or shape, but goddamn - the curve of Roy’s heart shaped ass is mouthwateringly gorgeous. Ugh, such a gorgeous man with such a gorgeous ass. He pushes the thought out of his head as they enter the outdoor balcony seating, he can’t think of Roy like that. He isn’t allowed to, not after the first time around. There had been a period after Season 6 where he let himself indulge in that fantasy. Mistaking every friendly and affectionate gesture as hidden romantic interest only led to the most painful heartbreak of his life – and it was worse because he never had Roy to begin with, so technically he didn’t even have a loss to mourn. But he’s over it now, and as long as he doesn’t let this thoughts stray to what could’ve been, he’ll be just fine.

They sprawl themselves on reclined lounge chairs, enjoying the luxury of ordering their food and drinks poolside. Impatient to swim, Roy wolfs down his noodles in record time and starts to lather on sunscreen. “Wait 30 minutes girl. I got mad cramps swimming after eating pizza once it was not cute.”  Roy secretly loves that Danny fusses over him a lot of the time but he rolls his eyes for dramatic effect. “No need to mother me.” “I’d rather be daddy actually.” Danny pouts his lips and winks suggestively. Roy lies back down to tan as he waits for the food in his stomach to settle and Danny moves himself closer so they can chat over the noise of the busy pool. They start discussing the drama on the tv show they’ve started on the plane, their unending stream of conversation diverging until they’re somehow giggling at each other’s childhood stories.

They’re so wrapped up in each other and it’s only when the sun is setting in glorious streaks of red and purple that they realise how late it’s become. Not wasting any more time, they jump in; Roy swimming long, powerful strokes while Danny splish splashes around like a flying fish. He keeps accidentally splashing Roy in the face, shrieking and pretending to drown when Roy retaliates. They have handstand competitions and bet drinks on who can hold their breath underwater the longest. Danny always wins despite his smoker lungs and Roy playfully accuses him of cheating, jumping on him and pulling him under. “It’s ‘cause I’m a mermaid.” He says with a theatrical hair flip. Roy shakes his head, “More like a siren. Luring trade to their tragic deaths.” Danny blinks up at him with wet eyelashes and a cheeky smile and Roy can’t stop staring at how fucking perfect his face is. He can’t stop his hammering heart either and even though he knows his heart shouldn’t be beating that fast for a friend, especially Danny, his heart gives zero fucks.

They swim until they’re the only two left in the pool and it feels like their entire bodies are pruned. Roy gets out first to get them towels and as the multicoloured poolside lights reflect off the sheen of water on his body, Danny can’t help but gawk at him. Roy’s wearing a thin loose singlet, and seeing it plastered wet on him is almost more erotic than his bare chest. The clingy see through shirt defines the lean muscles of his torso, not leaving much to the imagination yet not revealing everything. God, his thoughts turn dirty so quick it makes his head spin and Danny gets hard as his eyes trail down to where Roy’s tight shorts do nothing to conceal his bulge. He’s trying to think of repulsive and un-sexy things like centipedes and people getting run over by a bus but his efforts get lost in a sea of filthy fantasies where Roy and him share the starring role.

“Let’s go back up, the pool’s closing down. I think the cleaners are getting a bit impatient waiting on us.” Roy’s standing by the edge of the pool, ready to go. Danny shakes his head, wracking his brain for an excuse to stay in a bit longer until he can get his problem under control. His face is an open book and it slowly dawns on Roy why he’s blushing and refusing to get out. “Oh my god are you haard?” Roy teases with a chuckle, his voice involuntarily deepening. “No it’s just- it’s not because of anything- it’s just like- one of those random boners you get you know? When you’re in one position for ages and then you move suddenly-” He’s rambling nervously, looking anywhere but Roy which the older man is thankful for - or else he would’ve noticed Roy heatedly staring at the outline of his hardened cock pressing against his swimming shorts. Roy forces himself to look away. “C’mere, I’ll block you. The cleaners are coming over to tell us to go.” He holds out a towel for him as Danny sheepishly gets out, avoiding all eye contact. Roy thinks to himself that red-faced, embarrassed Danny is probably one of the cutest things he’s ever seen - and accidentally-hard Danny is definitely the sexiest.

[jakeremake]

Parts of the Whole pt 2 - Rizzles fic

I hated this part of the morning. This was always the worst part of my day. Getting up an impossibly early hour, well before the alarm, when the sky was painted purple in the predawn light, when even morning show news anchors were still getting ready for the day and sneaking out. Slinking away as though I was doing something wrong. As though this was something that was shameful, something that we weren't supposed to be doing.

And maybe it is. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this. Not with the emotions involved.

So I wake. Gently slip free of the embrace she's wrapped me in in her sleep. Place a gentle kiss to her lips, careful not to disturb her as I leave, retreating to my own apartment to shower, change, and prepare for the day. Prepare myself to pretend that everything was fine, that everything was exactly the same as it always had been. That these last few months are simply nothing. That nothing at all has changed between us.

She had said, when we had begun this, when our friendship had acquired fringe benefits, that she didn't want anything to change. And I hadn't either, truth be told. I valued our friendship, needed her in my life, and didn't want things to change just because we fucked each other when there weren't any better options to get laid. And I knew that if I stayed, that if I allowed myself to get too comfortable, and woke up there next to her one morning that change would be inevitable. And that, the very idea of it, scares me more than anything.

I've stared down murderers. Been held hostage by psycopaths and serial killers. I've even died, spent one hundred and sixty seven seconds flatlined on an operating table, and none of that has scared me as much as the idea of risking my friendship with Maura.

I can't shake the guilt that settles around me when I start the car every morning that this happens, though. Every time I'm weak enough to show up in her bedroom and put on the brave show of this meaning nothing, of being just sex. Of this being just about us having busy lives and unconventional schedules that made a normal dating life difficult. Of finding mutual release with each other because it was easier than finding someone else.

I should be able to tell her. She says she doesn't want a relationship. That given our combined track records, a romance would simply end in misery. I lie and agree. I lie and tell her that no, I don't want anything more. That this - this friends who sometimes fool around with each other for a few absolutely wonderful hours arrangement - is perfect. I lie and say I'm happy with what we have. Everybody (except her) lies, after all.

And the lies are just another part of our relationship. A horrible, painful, hated part of this relationship. But a part of it nonetheless.

And I play along with it. Pretend that nothing at all has changed. And the next day, its back to business as usual. Back to griping about her attempts to mold my diet into something healthier. Back to inviting her over for takeout and terrible movies, back to beers at the bar. Back to our normal friendship, back to what we had for years before we started this. Back to laughing and flirting over dead bodies - but the innocent, mean nothing by it, fuck-with-the-others flirting that we had gotten so good at before one night after just enough alcohol to have us loose lipped but still sober enough to know full well what we were doing we looked at each other and thought why the hell not?

Until nights like this. Until I can't take it anymore, and in my weakness, I give in. Drive to her place, purposely empty-handed, knowing if I took anything, it would make it so much more difficult to leave. I've taken most of my things back to my place, and I hate how empty it feels to not see my clothes in the guest bedroom, waiting for me. But knowing that they were there, it made it that much harder to convince myself to leave. And I couldn't stay. Couldn't change things between us.

She says she doesn't want a relationship. Doesn't want romance. Doesn't want chocolates or love letters, or flowers and I'd agreed. After all, chocolate and love letters were for saps, and I'd brought up the unfortunate encounters with Jorge and Giovanni. And carefully avoid the fact that the only reason why both had backed off were for the same reason. And we laughed about how silly it was for them to believe we were actually together. As though it was some absurd notion for us to be a couple.

I don't tell her that while yes, I think chocolates and teddy bears and canned love letters are soppy, cheesy, and foolish, flowers are one of the last things left in this world that still have a genuine, tangible meaning. When I was a kid, I had this great big book that was easily at least the size of the illustrated kid's bible I had that went into everything from all the breeds of dog out there and all the countries and what all the flowers and what they meant were, and those meanings have stuck with me since. I don't bring up the fact that our movie nights, or the trips to the Robber - especially when we go absent Frost and Korsak - might as well be labled dates. But I leave the things we've always done as friends alone. The last thing I want is for us to turn necking on my couch into a regular occasion only for her to decide that this isn't what she wants at all.

And I ignore whatever this is in favor of the better part of a decade of friendship. I ignore this jumbled up, fucked up thing we call us, in favor of maintaining the status quo. Except on the nights like this where I can't stand it anymore and I give in, cave to my weaknesses. And that's when I drive across town, show up at her place and let myself in, heading directly for the bedroom. And its the worst and most glorious thing on the planet, all at once, because I have her, but I'm also forcing this to be all about the sex, and only about the sex, and nothing else. And I wait for her to fall asleep, and I leave, because that's all this is. Mutual gratification. It's rough, it's hard, its needy, and damn does it hide the emotions well.

And every morning in the shower, I tell myself that this is it. That today is the day I'm going to walk into her office and tell her that I can't take this anymore, that something's gotta give. That maybe, maybe, we wouldn't fuck things up too bad if we tried this. That I hate leaving the wonderful luxury of her bed, and I sure as hell wouldn't object to seeing her in mine. It was an unspoken part of this arrangement. Always, it was at her house. Always, when she'd crash at my place, it was with the same comfortable distance of friendship between us. I tell myself as I rinse the shampoo out of my hair, cursing as it drips into my eyes, that we can't keep going on like we are, and today is going to be the day I say that.

But the words die on my tongue, when an hour and a half later I hear the familiar clip of high heels on tile as she walks past the bull pen. The thought has been burning, gnawing at me since I dealt with Korsak and Frost's mocking askance looks when they came in to find me already ass-deep in reports that I'd been putting off since forever. And while I can feel the urge to scream it to her, the precinct and God in heaven above that I hate what we have with every fiber of my being, I say nothing but general pleasantries as she pretends to have no idea why I am here early either.

And I know that she will be in her office, that there are no suspicious deaths for her to look into, that she will not be too busy for this conversation. I know that I could go down there and tell her that we are simply avoiding an inevitability. That we will have to talk about this someday, why not make that day today? That we cannot continue to do this just sex thing forever - if its just sex, after all, what happens when one of us finds love?

And god, the thought of that, of losing Maura to someone that is more than just friendship and sex - it makes me sick to my stomach. I want nothing more than to tell her that somehow, against all odds, she's gotten beneath my skin. Made me want to care. And tell her that if she so much as breathes a word of that to anyone I'll stab her with her Jimmy Choos. Tell her that I cannot stand this anymore, that this whole not-quite-one and sure-as-shit-not-the-other that we have is simply not what I want anymore, and frankly, I don't know why I even thought it was a good idea in the first place.

But the hours drag by and she doesn't come up again, and I cannot summon up the courage to go down to see her. I want so badly to tell her how I feel, but I can't. Because to do so would risk losing everything that we've built up around us. Because I know that no matter what, I cannot push her away, not entirely. Because I know that if I try to change things, that this might be where she's bent so far she finally breaks. That every other time was another straw, and this one will finally shatter the camel's back.

So instead I convince myself that this means nothing, that I don't want anything more out of this. I keep telling myself that I'm happy with what we have, because I'd rather have this than nothing, no Maura at all, in my life. Because I'm not going to lose the only good thing in my life over something as silly as a relationship. Even as I drive to her house, purposely empty-handed, I tell myself that this means nothing.

I need her too much. It sickens me to play this all off as nothing, but its a part of this relationship. A hated, painful, horrible part of this relationship, but a part of it nonetheless.

[jemariel]

Baby’s First Fic Rec List

Well Hello There! Somehow I made it to 366 followers!! I intended to do this celebration for 350 but, y’know, life, holidays.... So here it is now!

I haven’t been around this fandom very long, but I have never felt so at home and welcomed by a fandom. I’ve also spent the last year or so reading Destiel fic like it was my calling, my passion, my civic duty. Fun fact: when you dive into a fandom with 12 years of accumulated fanfic, there’s a deep deep well to draw from.....

And so, in honor of 350(ish) followers and my first year(ish) with this fandom, I present to you this list of recommendations! Just some faves and things I enjoyed reading . All are Destiel. Most are smutty. Mix of canonverse and AU, fluff and grit, plot and silliness. Some preference given to fics with fewer hits/kudos/comments than I think they deserve.

Happy reading!

....The Non-Smut....

mistletoe & peppermint cocoa by navylights Rated T 5.5k Summary: Cas and Dean are on a mission: to pick up the perfect Christmas tree for their first Christmas with everyone alive and well.And while Cas and Dean are out shopping, and buying cocoa on a snowy afternoon, a certain meddling younger brother is putting up mistletoe in the bunker.(Or, the absurdly fluffy Christmas carols/cocoa/mistletoe/tree decorating/Christmas lights fic of your dreams)

Dean Winchester’s Secret (Angel) Boyfriend by reluctantabandon, Winter_of_our_Discontent Rated T 11.2k Summary: Dean Winchester isn't exactly a team player. So when he starts mentioning a new Hunting partner, Ellen and Jo Harvelle aren't sure whether they should be worried or relieved.But they're starting to get the feeling there's something important Dean's not telling them about Cas... (Reccer’s note: It’s kind of rare to see really excellent extended-cast ensemble work in fanfic. But this? This is that.)

Raisin D’etre by starsinursa Rated G 1.1k Summary:  Apparently, Castiel hates raisins. (Reccer’s note: THIS IS THE CUTEST THING ON TWO LEGS.)

....Absolute Faves.....

Our Bodies, Possessed By Light by obstinatrix Rated E 40k Summary: Purged of all his souls, Castiel is a changed being, stronger than an angel and too powerful for Jimmy's body to contain. Happily, there's an archangel's vessel on hand, and he could use fixing, too. Dean isn't too happy about the idea of his brother acting as a vessel for Castiel, and Sam can guess why, but it isn't until Castiel gets inside his head and they learn to share the vessel -- and their thoughts -- that Sam realises Cas is as in love with Dean as Dean is with him. It's unfortunate that there's nothing much to be done about it now, but Castiel will get another vessel soon. The Winchesters will make damn sure of that. In the meantime, it's up to the three of them to establish their own strange accord, and Dean realises more fully than ever that it's Castiel, and not his vessel, that he loves. (Reccer’s note: Don’t let the premise squick you. This is very CLEARLY a Destiel story, in spite of Sam’s front row seat. I love all the relationships in this fic, Sam and Dean’s brotherly antagonizing/affection, Sam and Cas’s growing friendship, Cas and Dean’s straining, passionate adoration. All three of them are superbly written, but Cas especially. This also has some of the most scorchingly hot not-quite-sex ever written. Seriously. How can something be so fucking hot when everyone’s wearing two layers of clothing? Beats me.)

Rock ‘n’ Roll Queer Bar (series) by ChasingRabbits Rated E 126.7k Summary: Ellen and Jo Harvelle run Harvelle's Roadhouse, a bar that unintentionally becomes a beacon for wayward queer souls. Her employees: Dean, the smartass runaway with a big heart and bigger mouth; Castiel, the college drop-out turned hippie; his (surprisingly heterosexual) trouble-making brother Gabriel; and Charlie, who has been told several times that the back room is not to be used for after-hours Dungeons & Dragons games. But there's a lot of love in this place, and a new family for anyone who may otherwise be without. (Reccer’s note: The description doesn’t really do this series justice. This is the most realistic and beautifully and believably written long-term relationship I have ever read. They go through so much together, and they do it all TOGETHER. It’s beautiful. I devoured this in a day and a half, then went right back to the beginning and read it all over again. It’s Just. That. Good.)

Lots more under the cut!

....Shorts....

Angel-Mine by reluctant Rated E 4.3k Summary: Cas exhaled. "When an angel's wings are injured," he said to his feet, "the healing process can be augmented by… grooming, I suppose, would be the most accurate word. Removal of the maimed feathers to allow growth of healthy ones. Otherwise, they're left to fall out alone." He tilted his head towards the nightstand. "As you see." Dean stared at him. "So… that's why I can't help?" he said slowly. "'Cause I can't, y'know… see 'em? Or touch 'em?" "Yes," Cas said, slightly too quickly, and Dean snorted. "You're still a shitty liar, Cas," he informed him. "What ain't you tellin' me?"

Casturbatus Interruptus by smallhorizons Rated E 6.1k Summary: post-9.01, in a slight AU wherein Cas comes to live with the Winchesters at the Bunker. Written before 9.03. Crossposting from Tumblr. Written for a prompt from hightopsandsharpies: "Okay, so Cas is a virgin, and has no idea what pleasure is and Dean decides to show him and Cas gets all cuddly and needy afterwards." Dean walks in on Cas masturbating. He’s doing it all wrong, but when you’re a bazillion-year-old virgin, that’s to be expected. Dean decides to lend him a hand in a totally platonic, non-romantic way. Things get a little out of control. 

Angelus Domini by xylodemon Rated E 3.2k Summary:  "You're a fucking dick," Dean says, right to God's face. (Reccer’s note: In which Dean and Sam gain some heavenly grace and Dean and Cas don’t waste any time at all.)

we can watch the white doves go by xylodemon Rated E 2.7k Summary: "Wait," Dean says, just as the door snicks closed. It comes out as barely whisper; he clears his throat and tries again, a little louder this time. "Cas, I -- wait."

Oh! Darling! by castielsdemons Rated M 6.6k Summary:  Now that Castiel has fallen, Dean wants to let him know how much he cares about him. And if it takes two or three (or eight) tries to get it right, then so be it. Or, the seven times Dean tried to tell Cas he loves him and the one time he actually got it right. 

....Mid-length....

The Curious Case of Dean’s Missing Libido by thejabberwock Rated E 7k Summary: It’s been weeks since Castiel told Dean he loves him. Weeks since Dean answered him with a kiss. It’s been weeks, and they haven’t had sex.

Pronoun yourself out of this one, Dean by zation Rated E 11k Summary: When Dean gets hit by a gender-swapping witch spell it not so fun for anyone, until it’s kinda fun. Or, The one where Dean gets to discover a whole lot of new things. Like what nice hands Cas has, for instance.

Freckles by 2spooky4u Rated E 7k Summary: "I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper. "And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered. "No," Cas lies petulantly. "Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny.They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him. ((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))

Sam Accidentally Sees the Whole Picture by almaasi Rated E 10.4k Summary: Sam's been through a lot lately, what with tonight's hunt rendering his skin an aching shade of purple and all. He can deal with Dean being overly concerned about Cas' broken finger, and - God help him - he puts up with the sound of their preposterously soppy love confessions and first kisses on the adjacent bed. But he cannot be expected to remain silent and feign sleep throughout the entire duration of their first-ever lovemaking session. He just can't. Especially not, because it seems apparent that Cas is more intent on deflowering himself than letting Dean do it.

The Things We Did (But Never Spoke Of) (series) by BadassCompany Rated E 17.9k Summary:  Now and then, when there is quiet from the bloodshed and chaos of the world, I think of Dean Winchester. About the things we did; beautiful, glorious, rough skin and wet lips; but never spoke of. He didn't want to talk, only to feel, and I didn't know what to say. ~A partially complete series of canon compliant smutty oneshots.~

worthy by jad Rated E 14.8k Summary: "... you wanna what, now?" Dean asks, because he definitely didn't hear that right.Castiel tilts his head, a leftover tick from his angel days that Dean would be lying if he claimed to find anything but idiotically endearing. He knows this is his own fault, owing to that rather memorable moment a week ago when Cas wandered into this very same kitchen with a (fairly) legitimate question and Dean just didn't know when to shut up.

The Adventures of Real Anal Sex (Starring Dean and Castiel) by tiptoe39 Rated E 9.7k Summary: This is how it really happened. Because this is how it really happens. Thanks for the tweet, Astroglide -- product placement is now yours! (Reccer’s note: Adding some of the relevant tags: Awkward Sexual Situations, yes people go to the bathroom in this fic. Butt stuff ain’t always Harlequin Romance perfect, but honestly? It’s better that way.)

Go with the Flow by starsinursa Rated E 7.6k Summary: The smug bastard obviously think he’s won this argument, because there’s no way Dean is following him into a yoga class. The day Dean starts saluting the sun and humming ‘om’ under his breath like he’s part of some creepy hive mind like the Borg Collective, well, he might as well just start making his own potpourri and frequenting vegan bakeries, too. Not gonna happen.So yeah, Cas is right, damn him. There’s no way in hell Dean is following him into a yoga class. There’s no way. There’s no way –- ahhh, fuck. Fuck it all.

....Novellas/Novels....

Oxymora by thejabberwock Rated E 27.6k Summary: Good things don’t happen to Dean, so he’s not even surprised when Cas tells him he misunderstood the I love you. (Reccer’s note: This hurts so good. The payoff is worth the pain. Warning for Dean/others.)

riptides by sharkfish (waitforspring) Rated E 39.9k, WIP Summary: “I’m going to kiss you now.” Cas pauses, giving Dean a chance to back out, but Dean just licks his lips and waits. Cas’s mouth is up against Dean’s for a couple seconds before Dean responds, and then it’s Cas that’s being kissed senseless, because kissing is definitely not something Dean does tentatively. Dean reaches up to cup Cas’s jaw in his hand, tilting his head for a better angle, mouth plush, tasting like whiskey. Cas tries to remember what it was like the first time he kissed a man. All-encompassing, the world jerking off its axis, the feel of stubble under his fingers intense in a way it never really is with women, as much as he loves them.

Cabin Fever by Dangerousnotbroken Rated E 35k Summary: Due to a romantic-comedy level booking blunder, grumpy stress-case Dean and reclusive writer Castiel end up shuttled off to the same remote cabin for two weeks, and nobody seems to care that neither of them wants to be there. But since they’re stuck in the same cabin for the duration of their vacation, they might as well play nice and make the best of it right? Wrong. Dean’s so stressed out he can’t sit still, Cas can’t boil water without setting the place on fire, and they’re so on each other’s nerves it’ll be a miracle if either of them survives until their rides home arrive. At least the tension is just social, and not sexual, right? Right?

traveling light by sharkfish (waitforspring) Rated E 42.8k Summary: Cas is, impossibly, far more gorgeous in person, and he’s taller than Dean expected, and he moves with this casual grace that makes Dean’s brain short circuit.So Dean thinks he probably looks a little like a deer in the headlights when Cas catches his eyes from the door of the restaurant. He breaks out into a smile, the full, wide one that never came out in his pictures, and Dean actually goes weak in the knees. “Cas,” Dean says.“Hello, Dean,” Cas says. (Reccer’s note: Cas is FtM trans in this story and it gives me... so many feels.)

What Once Was Sacred by saltandbyrne Rated E 55.8k Summary: Los Angeles detective Dean Winchester works tirelessly to atone for the sins of his father one case at a time. When his best friend Charlie drags him to visit Sam at his new job, Dean stumbles onto a bizarre string of deaths that brings him uncomfortably close to his past.Dean can't stop thinking about Castiel, an enigmatic DJ who plays the sexiest music Dean's ever heard. A chance encounter at Castiel's house reveals that Castiel is an incubus, and Dean must face the lies and the reality of his childhood as a hunter. Dean comes to see that he and Castiel have more in common than he thought, and that guilt can be the hardest thing to cast aside.

the taste of gravel in the mouth by beenghosting Rated E 22.4k Summary: This is what Cas gave up Heaven for: greasy diner food, shitty motel rooms with even shittier cable, long car rides spent in complete silence except for the same six tapes playing over and over again, and a burnt-out husk of a man who can barely hold a conversation anymore. (Reccer’s note: Warning for angst.)

PWP: Pie Without Plot by MajorEnglishEsquire, orange_crushed Rated M 82.5k Summary: he is in the kitchen with flour on his hands and an apron and there is flour on his forehead and cas leans across the counter and wipes it off with his thumb and dean says "thank you" and cas says "you’re welcome" very seriously and later dean makes apple turnovers and he only ruins them a little and sam realizes it’s not a real hunt like four days into it and he lets dean stay undercover for like a week and a half or longer maybe way longer because he is such a good everything (Reccer’s note: Warning for fluff.)

Strangers on a Bus by Terene Rated E 59.7k Summary: Castiel is flummoxed. This is a social situation he is not equipped to handle. What is the protocol when the stranger sitting next to you on a bus, whom you incidentally find very attractive, falls asleep with his head on your shoulder?

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