#Let's say... a few inches shorter than the objects

[cookiesinthecircus]

DUDE! YOU’RE THE GUY THAT LANTERN COMPARED TO ME!

>Mage picks Wizard up,inspecting him.

>Did I mention that he’s still 3 feet tall?

Wha- HEY! Put me down! Who even are you?!

Who's Lantern..?

Dunno, probably a cookie we haven't met yet!

[melissa-titanium]

for character headcanons tome ^_^

I CANNOT FND THE POST YOU ARE REFERRING TO FOR THE ABSOLUTE LOVE OF ME BUT I SWEAR I KNOW WHAT UR TALKING ABOUT. TREMBLES. if i get this wron g i wil ;. cr.y

i like to imagine tome as a relatively tall person. like maybe a few inches shorter than me... 5'7 ? shes very lanky. i think she had a little bit of a growth spurt once she hit like. lets say 12 or 13 and just shot the fuck up. then stopped. shes still tall just not crazy tall.

i LOVE masc presenting nonbinary tome but i feel like. idont know i feel like shes more. androgynous leaning does that make sense. her gender is weird girl but not a "girl" do you get me. she likes 2 wear skirts & jewelry & goes by ms over mx or mr . her pronouns r weird as hell too shes got the motherfucking zleep/zlorp it/its zhe/her all the neos all the xenogenders you get me ?

also. lesbian. duh. but also . i want to talk about it because it very much interests me. i def think shes ace because i hit every character i like with the ace beam but iiii. dont see her as aro? as much as i love aroace hcs i feel like it doesn't fit tome . at most i could see her on the aro spectrum..... i could totally see greyromantic tho maybe. but also specifically i dont think i could see her using orientation-specific labels, only gender labels. like she would call herself gnc/andro & specify her pronouns & list her most prominent xenogenders but when you ask about her orientation shes like. Girls 👍

ok now that gender is out of the way. smiles

i lik 2 explore her dynamic with takenaka & i think alot of people do honestly LOL. initially of course takenaka feels like a little bit of bitterness towards her because he understands she'd probably see him as nothing more than a guinea pig for her obsessions. but post telepathy arc i think they get along more cause he understands her way of thinking and fears & she understands that he (and others) actually DO care. i like to think they hang out & he manages to read her really well after a while without even needing telepathy.

i think she plays mhfu. i think this because i'm autistic leave me alone. tri ultimate makes more sense considering it was the most recent game to come out at that time but also it's got the smallest monster roster of any of the games, so mhfu it is. i think she'd main insect glaive (having essentially a telepathic communication with a little insect friend is such a cool idea to her) and her favorite monster would be yama tsukami. yama is literally perfect. it's outlandish, has a completely unique skeleton from any other monster in the games (save for yama kurai who was technically not a canon monster because it only existed in frontier) and it is quite literally an UNIDENTIFIED FLYING OBJECT. she would think that's rad as hell, and be very sad that it's not a popular monster (only solidifying her concept of isolation/alienation from her peers, liking things that are unusual to enjoy)

a weird hc i always had for her. i think she plucks out her eyebrow hairs so they r a little patchy almost? i knew someone who used 2 do that when i was younger and i think its something she would have done . speaking of hair she definitely cuts her own hair. SOMETHING TELLS ME SHE HAS PROBABLY TRIED TO DYE IT BEFORE. it didnt go well. her hair has never been the same

i think she's a big fan of new sensory experiences. that is a stim toy bitch if i ever saw one. i think she likes the textures most people find uncomfortable, like sandpaper or scratchy textures . not a picky eater but has a general preference for crunchy/hard stuff over things that melt in her mouth does that make sense ... i think her least favorite food is cotton candy. idk what her fave food is because my food knowledge is limited to bangladeshi cuisine and white people food (save me) but if i think of anything ill edit this. i actually implemented this into my design for her but she has alien earrings and they r kinda squishy. i think she messes with them when shes bored

shes dexterous as fuck with her hands. she could totally learn to shuffle a deck of cards fast as hell or play the shell game (cup shuffle) if she had interest in physical games. i think once she started working at s&s and really getting along with the rest of the Gang she would start playing card games & they always ask her to shuffle. not even reigen does it as well. years of gaming has trained tomes hands to levels not even reigen could dream of reaching

i think she'd be some kind of translator/ambassador... a high standing position based on middle-man communication. a linguist maybe? i think her obsession with the supernatural would eventually leave her down the path of like, culture study, to learn more about different regions mythical creatures. i also really like the post-canon ideas where she works with mezato as an investigator, WHICH ACTUALLY ACTS AS A SEGUE INTO MY NEXT HC

i think her and mezato would get along so well. its such a shame we never get a proper interaction between them. obviously their only canon interactions are accompanied by shigeo in which both of them r trying to grab his attention in some way and theres a little bit of conflict in that (tome realizing shige is a little uncomfortable with mezato pestering him about the cult & swooping in to give him an out) but i think if they genuinely decided 2 meet up and hang out they'd be a force to behold . girls who are wildly enthusiastic about their particular craft who seem to be somewhat outcasted even from their peers who hold similar interests. mezato being the most interested member of the journaling club & tome being the only person in the telepathy club who actually gives a fuck about telepathy!!!!! the thing about mezato though is that i dont think she is self conscious in the way that tome is. tome's like. worried about taking up others' time with her own interests that she clearly is the only one interested in. she thinks she should be grateful that they're even listening to her (atleast thats what i gathered from takenaka's reading of her thoughts during telepathy arc) and that no one but her truly gives a shit about the things she's into. and i dont have a firm grasp on mezato's character, but i think shes something of an inverse of tome in that sense. mezato's more confident about her interests, as well as being more confident in parading it around maybe. so i think they'd get along by being inverses of eachother. im not confident in describing mezato so i hope you kind of get what im saying

ok wow i got off track. i think she's one of those kids who had like a crazy amount of allergies when they were younger but eventually they faded as they got older. shes totally allergic to cats.

she . in the best way that i could possibly muster. feels like a middle child. she feels like someone who has a shit ton of siblings/lives with a big family does this make sense. i think she'd have like two older brothers and a little brother. am i insane can anyone else sense this.

okay i ran out of shit to say theres probably more but . coughs and dies. tome i love you

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Eternity

Febuwhump 2022: #10. "How Long Has It Been?"

Fandom: Altered Carbon, Takeshi Kovacs, Hades!Takeshi Kovacs x Persephone!Reader

Word Count: 3265

Note: A loose Hades and Persephone AU

Thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading and to @deadangeluniverse for the idea!

@febuwhump, @lacontroller1991, @babblydrabbly, @fairchildflag, @heresathreebee

You were all things sunshine, warmth, and life. People often said that you had a glow that brightened the day of anyone you came across. A permanent optimist who never met a person you didn’t like. Takeshi Kovacs on the other hand was darkness, coldness, and death personified. People inherently avoided his eye because of the predatory gaze that stared back at them. A man whose entire life had been nothing but pain and suffering.

The daughter of a Meth and the Last Envoy. It should never have worked. And yet somehow, the two of you had found each other across the vast expanse of years and distance. Like an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, eventually, something had to give. And when Takeshi finally crumbled under your charm, there was no going back. He was yours and you were his, for all eternity. Or so you both had thought.

It started out like any other day. Tak had spent the last week consumed by a case, and you had finally put your foot down. The two of you were going to spend the day together whether he liked it or not. He started to protest, but you both knew in the end he would always give in to you. So, deciding it was better to just not fight it, Tak threw on his coat and the two of you went for a walk together.

Bay City was grimy and dirty and dangerous at all times, but it had a completely different feel during the day than at night. While the neon glow of the lights was drowned out by the sun, the place felt a little more welcoming and decent than it did at night. And since it was the weekend, vendors had set up stalls all throughout the streets turning the city into a pop-up market.

You flitted from one stall to another, striking up a pleasant conversation with the owners and examining their products. Tak hung back, cigarette dangling between his lips. He knew he intimidated the vendors and often made them anxious to talk. However, he loved watching your face light up as you asked each person about their day, their families, their goods, whatever. And you genuinely seemed interested in everything they had to say.

You let out a small gasp as you caught sight of one of the newest stalls where every inch of it was covered in fruit and vegetables. Fresh produce was really hard to come by on the ground since almost all of it was shipped directly to the Meths up in the Aerium.

After rummaging through the produce for a few minutes, you held up a handful of fruit. “How much for these?”

“150 credits.” The man muttered, barely looking at your selection.

“What? That can’t be right. That’s way too much.”

“Sorry lady. That’s the price. If you don’t like it, go somewhere else. But I doubt you’ll find anywhere else that has this kind of product.”

You looked sadly down at the fruit in your hand, knowing it was unreasonable to pay so much for so little. Reluctantly, you put the fruit down.

But instantly, Tak was by your side, cigarette forgotten on the ground. “You think you can take advantage of her just because she won’t fight back? I heard the prices you gave those last people. You are now asking for more than double.”

The stall owner pulled himself up to full height (which was still a head shorter than Tak) and sneered back, “Hey, man. It’s my stuff and I can charge whoever I want whatever I want. So, if I want to charge her more, I don’t have to explain myself.”

Tak took another menacing step forward, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Takeshi, stop.”

The owner’s face paled at the mention of his name. “Oh, my god. You’re that guy everyone talks about. The Last Envoy.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing what was coming next. Word had gotten around that there was an actual Envoy living in Bay City. One who had taken down Head in the Clouds almost single-handedly and revealed a massive Meth conspiracy in the process. He had gained a reputation as someone you did not want to mess with and often people cowered in fear as soon as they knew who they were dealing with.

And as predicted, the man began frantically throwing handfuls of produce into a bag. Stammering, he held it out to Tak. “I’m sorry, I don’t want any trouble. I just didn’t realize who you were. Take it. It’s no problem.”

Tak snatched the bag from the man and started to walk away. When he noticed you weren’t following, he glanced back. Ignoring Tak, you pulled out a handful of credits and laid them on the vendor’s table. The man blinked down at it in surprise, but you just smiled at him. As you turned to leave, the man grabbed your wrist. Tak once again appeared at your side, scowling and ready to protect you if necessary. But the man simply reached under the counter and produced a single pomegranate. Your eyes lit up at the sight.

The man offered it to you. “Here. Take it as an apology.”

“Thank you. That is very kind.” You nodded as you took the fruit and your smile brightened. Then with a small wave, you grabbed Tak’s hand and led him away.

Once the two of you had gotten some distance away from the stall, you held up the red fruit in your hand. “See? What am I always telling you? If you’re nice to people, they’ll surprise you.”

Tak just grunted as he took the pomegranate from you. Pulling out one of his knives, he sliced it open, spilling the dark juice down his hand. Tearing off a few of the seeds, he held them out to you. You opened your mouth and allowed him to place them on your tongue before you took his hand and leisurely sucked the remaining juice off of his fingers.

Tak grinned cheekily down at you. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m ready to head back to the hotel.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You stood on your toes and placed a deep kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, you giggled to see his lips had been stained bloodred from the juice that had clung to your lips and tongue.

But before he could ask what was so funny, you both heard a blast and a shot winged Tak’s shoulder, almost knocking him to the ground. You screamed and tried frantically to examine his wound, but he quickly pulled you behind him and drew his gun from his side holster. As he whipped around looking for the attacker, three more shots struck the ground mere inches from his feet. Tak fired a few shots but he couldn’t tell if they made contact with their targets.

You clung tightly to the back of Tak’s jacket, trying your best to stay hidden. But the feeling of you against his back snapped Tak out of his predatory trance. After a split second of weighing his options, he grabbed your hand and began pulling you along behind him as fast as your legs would carry you. A few more shots slammed into the stall next to you, sending splinters of wood and debris from the various wares flying into the air. You stumbled slightly over a shattered chair leg, and your hand slipped from Tak’s grasp.

As you righted yourself, you heard another blast, and something skimmed across the back of your neck, dropping you instantly to the ground. It felt like you were being electrocuted from the inside out. Pain surged through your entire system as bolts of lightning raced across every synapse radiating out from your neck. You began convulsing on the ground as you drifted in and out of the darkness. You were vaguely aware of a familiar pair of muscular arms gathering you up, pulling you close. And you could hear his voice, tinged with an unfamiliar panic, but you couldn’t make out the words. You could tell he was running, trying to get you somewhere safe, yet at the moment the only thing that mattered in your world was the pain. Even though you would momentarily disappear into oblivion, you were almost immediately dragged back to the pain. Like a wave ebbing and flowing, darkness to light, nothingness to agony.

You became dimly aware that Tak had stopped moving. You heard the faint sounds of voices, but you couldn’t understand the words through the wave of pain roaring in your ears. However, someone injected something into your arm, and finally, finally, you were able to slip into unconsciousness and remain there.

Ever so slowly, your eyes flickered open. You felt completely drained as if someone had sapped the charge from your system. You were so weak, you had to fight just to turn your head and your mind felt foggy and confused. You struggled to grasp memories not only of what had happened, but of other earlier events in your life.

Yet, as you finally managed to turn your head to the side, there was no mistaking the man beside you. Tak’s eyes grew wide when he noticed you looking at him. His large hand immediately covered yours as he took in your dazed appearance. “Can you hear me?”

You nodded slowly as you licked your lips and tried to speak. The sound that came out was hoarse and cracked, but it was still audible. “What happened?”

“What do you remember?”

“W-we were at the market….I remember sharing a pomegranate with you….then nothing.” You started regaining a little of your strength as you spoke, but you still felt as if your body was made of lead. Just then, something sparks in the back of your mind. “And pain. I remember a lot of pain. Mostly in the back of my neck by my…” You trailed off as the realization hit you and you stared at Tak, eyes wide with terror.

He nodded softly, squeezing your hand. “Love, we were- I was attacked and you got caught in the crossfire. Your stack was damaged. They managed to patch it up right now so I could explain what’s going on, but they’re going to have to put you on ice for a while so they can fix the problem.”

“Fix it? How? And how long will it take?”

“They won’t know anything until they can examine your stack out of the sleeve. But they think it might be leaking and that can cause you to start losing memories.” Tak hesitated. “Do you…do you feel like you are missing anything?”

You nodded sadly. “Yeah. I feel like there are blanks in my head. Like missing time. And it’s all over. Parts of my childhood, parts of my life before you……parts with you.” A single tear ran down your face.

Tak wiped it away with his thumb. “It’s okay. We’re going to make sure you don’t lose anything else and then I’ll take you away from this city once and for all. Then we can start making some new memories. Together. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven, Tak.” You smiled as he kissed the back of your hand. But the smile soon dropped from your face once more. “How long before they need to…”

“Right now. They wanted to do it immediately, but I needed to tell you first. I needed to say goodbye, even if only for a little while.”

“I don’t want to leave you! We promised to be together for all eternity. And now, I can’t imagine being without you.” You clung desperately to Tak’s arm, nails digging into his flesh as if you could root yourself down under his skin.

He ignored your frantic clawing as he reached up and brushed the hair from in front of your face. “You won’t. For you, it’ll simply be like closing your eyes then opening them again. Nothing more. Just one long blink.”

“But for you…. you’ll be all alone.” More tears began streaming from your eyes. You had promised Tak you would never leave him. That it would be you and him, side-by-side together for eternity. But now it seemed you were going to have to break that promise.

Tak scoffed softly. “Yeah, well, I’ve been alone before, and I’ve lost people I loved before. But at least this time-” he cupped your face in his hand “-this time I know you’ll be coming back to me. This isn’t forever, it’s just… for now.”

You nodded sadly and you felt a twinge of the pain creeping back in. Tak noticed instantly. He motioned for someone behind you and for the first time, you noticed a technician on the other side of the bed. She stepped up behind you and gave you a soft smile. “As soon as you’re ready, I’m going to put you under, okay?”

“Ye-yeah, okay.” You looked back at Tak nervously, then nodded. “I love you, Tak. Forever.”

As you felt the technician’s hands brush across the back of your neck, you heard Tak say, “I love you too. Forever. Now…just one big blink.”

You closed your eyes then opened them again. You instantly felt better, recharged, and back to normal. You looked to your right and immediately let out a small gasp, “Tak!”

Your love smiled at you, but it was marred by the massive bruises and cuts that littered his face. The ones that, to you, weren’t there a second ago. You reached up and gently brushed your fingers across a particularly nasty-looking one just below his eye. He grunted, but then murmured, “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Wh-what happened?” you asked, eyes still wide at the sight.

“Same old, same old. I was tracking down the guys who attacked us. Turned out they have some powerful friends.” Tak snorted, sounding halfway between a chuckle and a scoff. “Well, they had powerful friends.”

Your fingers trailed down his face before they rested on his split bottom lip. His tongue lightly grazed across the tips of your fingers and his upbeat mask slipped into an expression of intense need. It was the look of a man who had been longing for something for a long, long time.

“How long? How long has it been?”

“It’s not important.”

“How long, Tak?”

“……Six months.”

You felt like you had just been punched in the chest. As you struggled to catch your breath, you gasped out, “Six months! But I thought….”

Tak let out a long breath as he struggled to find the right words to tell you. “Love, the damage to your stack was worse than they thought. They tried but…. there’s just no way to fix it. They can give you periods of time before they have to repair it again, but you’ll need to continually rotate between being spun up and being on ice.”

“How…how long?” Tak stared at the floor, so you demanded again. “How long, Tak!”

“….Six months up, six months on ice.”

You started hyperventilating as your world began to fall apart around you. “No! I can’t… There has to be another way! Why can’t I just needlecast into another stack? Upload my consciousness into the D.H.F. backup and then copy it over. People do that all the time. I know it’s really expensive but after the Bancroft case, you could afford it! I-I could pay you back once I earn some more credits.”

Tak shook his head, but a sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Don’t you think I would have paid any price, made any sacrifice to make that happen? The credits mean nothing to me compared to you. But I already had them try downloading your information while you were down. The stack is too damaged. It can’t connect to the system.”

“So…so that’s it? There’s no other option? Nothing else we can try?”

“I’m sorry, love. The damage was just too great. They told me that staying spun up for more than six months will drain the stack and unless it has time to recharge after that time, it’s not sustainable. However, if you follow that schedule, they think they can maintain the stack indefinitely. And they managed to stop the leak so you shouldn’t lose any more memories.” He cupped your face in his hand, soothing away some of your tears. “We can still have our eternity…just a little differently than we had planned.”

“But will that really be enough for you? Will you be able to be with me knowing that for half the year I’ll be gone? That that’s all I can give you now?”

“As long as you are willing to have me, I am yours, whatever that means. But is that what you still want? After I let this happen? You were only hurt because you were with me. And if you stay, I can’t promise something like this won’t happen again. And maybe next time, I could lose you completely.” Tak stood up abruptly and began pacing next to the bed. “I should’ve never dragged you away from your palace in the sky down into the darkness with me. You were safe up there, a princess among gods. And now, I’ve taken half of your life away.”

“Tak, you didn’t ‘let this happen’. You were trying to protect me! And you also didn’t drag me away from my old life. I went freely. And I would rather give up half my life to be with you than spend a single day back up with the other Meths alone. There will never come a day when I won’t want you by my side. So, if you can wait for me, I want whatever time I have to be with you.” You reached out your hand and, after a moment, Tak took it. You smiled brightly at him. “I love you. Forever.”

Tak returned your smile. “I love you, too. Forever.”

And so, half the year you resided in the dark, grimy underbelly of society with the man you loved. The other half of the year, your consciousness floated mindlessly in the nothingness of the timeless void. And Tak… he lived in Hell for six months, cursed to wander the city alone, just waiting for you to return to his arms. And without you, his sunshine, his light, to guide him and right his course, he got reckless. Every time you returned, he was more bruised, broken, and scarred than when you had closed your eyes. No matter how many times you reawoke, you never got used to that instant transition between the man he was and the man he was now.

As the years passed, both of your sleeves aged, and you eventually opened your eyes to find a familiar stranger sitting next to you instead of the face you expected. Though the eyes were a different color, and the smile was all wrong, you still instantly knew who he was. And nothing else mattered to you. Similarly, when the time came and you woke to find yourself looking through a different set of eyes, he still looked at you with as much love and devotion as before.

It wasn’t the life you had imagined but somehow you made it work. And so, the two of you continued to spend half of eternity together, six months at a time.

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Eternity

Fandom: Altered Carbon, Takeshi Kovacs, Hades!Takeshi Kovacs x Persephone!Reader

Word Count: 3265

TW: Gun Violence, Angst, Pain, Separation, Grief, Hurt/Comfort

Note: A loose Hades and Persephone AU

You were all things sunshine, warmth, and life. People often said that you had a glow that brightened the day of anyone you came across. A permanent optimist who never met a person you didn’t like. Takeshi Kovacs on the other hand was darkness, coldness, and death personified. People inherently avoided his eye because of the predatory gaze that stared back at them. A man whose entire life had been nothing but pain and suffering.

The daughter of a Meth and the Last Envoy. It should never have worked. And yet somehow, the two of you had found each other across the vast expanse of years and distance. Like an unstoppable force meeting an unmovable object, eventually, something had to give. And when Takeshi finally crumbled under your charm, there was no going back. He was yours and you were his, for all eternity. Or so you both had thought.

It started out like any other day. Tak had spent the last week consumed by a case, and you had finally put your foot down. The two of you were going to spend the day together whether he liked it or not. He started to protest, but you both knew in the end he would always give in to you. So, deciding it was better to just not fight it, Tak threw on his coat and the two of you went for a walk together.

Bay City was grimy and dirty and dangerous at all times, but it had a completely different feel during the day than at night. While the neon glow of the lights was drowned out by the sun, the place felt a little more welcoming and decent than it did at night. And since it was the weekend, vendors had set up stalls all throughout the streets turning the city into a pop-up market.

You flitted from one stall to another, striking up a pleasant conversation with the owners and examining their products. Tak hung back, cigarette dangling between his lips. He knew he intimidated the vendors and often made them anxious to talk. However, he loved watching your face light up as you asked each person about their day, their families, their goods, whatever. And you genuinely seemed interested in everything they had to say.

You let out a small gasp as you caught sight of one of the newest stalls where every inch of it was covered in fruit and vegetables. Fresh produce was really hard to come by on the ground since almost all of it was shipped directly to the Meths up in the Aerium.

After rummaging through the produce for a few minutes, you held up a handful of fruit. “How much for these?”

“150 credits.” The man muttered, barely looking at your selection.

“What? That can’t be right. That’s way too much.”

“Sorry lady. That’s the price. If you don’t like it, go somewhere else. But I doubt you’ll find anywhere else that has this kind of product.”

You looked sadly down at the fruit in your hand, knowing it was unreasonable to pay so much for so little. Reluctantly, you put the fruit down.

But instantly, Tak was by your side, cigarette forgotten on the ground. “You think you can take advantage of her just because she won’t fight back? I heard the prices you gave those last people. You are now asking for more than double.”

The stall owner pulled himself up to full height (which was still a head shorter than Tak) and sneered back, “Hey, man. It’s my stuff and I can charge whoever I want whatever I want. So, if I want to charge her more, I don’t have to explain myself.”

Tak took another menacing step forward, but you placed a hand on his chest. “Takeshi, stop.”

The owner’s face paled at the mention of his name. “Oh, my god. You’re that guy everyone talks about. The Last Envoy.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, knowing what was coming next. Word had gotten around that there was an actual Envoy living in Bay City. One who had taken down Head in the Clouds almost single-handedly and revealed a massive Meth conspiracy in the process. He had gained a reputation as someone you did not want to mess with and often people cowered in fear as soon as they knew who they were dealing with.

And as predicted, the man began frantically throwing handfuls of produce into a bag. Stammering, he held it out to Tak. “I’m sorry, I don’t want any trouble. I just didn’t realize who you were. Take it. It’s no problem.”

Tak snatched the bag from the man and started to walk away. When he noticed you weren’t following, he glanced back. Ignoring Tak, you pulled out a handful of credits and laid them on the vendor’s table. The man blinked down at it in surprise, but you just smiled at him. As you turned to leave, the man grabbed your wrist. Tak once again appeared at your side, scowling and ready to protect you if necessary. But the man simply reached under the counter and produced a single pomegranate. Your eyes lit up at the sight.

The man offered it to you. “Here. Take it as an apology.”

“Thank you. That is very kind.” You nodded as you took the fruit and your smile brightened. Then with a small wave, you grabbed Tak’s hand and led him away.

Once the two of you had gotten some distance away from the stall, you held up the red fruit in your hand. “See? What am I always telling you? If you’re nice to people, they’ll surprise you.”

Tak just grunted as he took the pomegranate from you. Pulling out one of his knives, he sliced it open, spilling the dark juice down his hand. Tearing off a few of the seeds, he held them out to you. You opened your mouth and allowed him to place them on your tongue before you took his hand and leisurely sucked the remaining juice off of his fingers.

Tak grinned cheekily down at you. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m ready to head back to the hotel.”

“I think that sounds like a great idea.” You stood on your toes and placed a deep kiss on his lips. When you pulled away, you giggled to see his lips had been stained bloodred from the juice that had clung to your lips and tongue.

But before he could ask what was so funny, you both heard a blast and a shot winged Tak’s shoulder, almost knocking him to the ground. You screamed and tried frantically to examine his wound, but he quickly pulled you behind him and drew his gun from his side holster. As he whipped around looking for the attacker, three more shots struck the ground mere inches from his feet. Tak fired a few shots but he couldn’t tell if they made contact with their targets.

You clung tightly to the back of Tak’s jacket, trying your best to stay hidden. But the feeling of you against his back snapped Tak out of his predatory trance. After a split second of weighing his options, he grabbed your hand and began pulling you along behind him as fast as your legs would carry you. A few more shots slammed into the stall next to you, sending splinters of wood and debris from the various wares flying into the air. You stumbled slightly over a shattered chair leg, and your hand slipped from Tak’s grasp.

As you righted yourself, you heard another blast, and something skimmed across the back of your neck, dropping you instantly to the ground. It felt like you were being electrocuted from the inside out. Pain surged through your entire system as bolts of lightning raced across every synapse radiating out from your neck. You began convulsing on the ground as you drifted in and out of the darkness. You were vaguely aware of a familiar pair of muscular arms gathering you up, pulling you close. And you could hear his voice, tinged with an unfamiliar panic, but you couldn’t make out the words. You could tell he was running, trying to get you somewhere safe, yet at the moment the only thing that mattered in your world was the pain. Even though you would momentarily disappear into oblivion, you were almost immediately dragged back to the pain. Like a wave ebbing and flowing, darkness to light, nothingness to agony.

You became dimly aware that Tak had stopped moving. You heard the faint sounds of voices, but you couldn’t understand the words through the wave of pain roaring in your ears. However, someone injected something into your arm, and finally, finally, you were able to slip into unconsciousness and remain there.

Ever so slowly, your eyes flickered open. You felt completely drained as if someone had sapped the charge from your system. You were so weak, you had to fight just to turn your head and your mind felt foggy and confused. You struggled to grasp memories not only of what had happened, but of other earlier events in your life.

Yet, as you finally managed to turn your head to the side, there was no mistaking the man beside you. Tak’s eyes grew wide when he noticed you looking at him. His large hand immediately covered yours as he took in your dazed appearance. “Can you hear me?”

You nodded slowly as you licked your lips and tried to speak. The sound that came out was hoarse and cracked, but it was still audible. “What happened?”

“What do you remember?”

“W-we were at the market….I remember sharing a pomegranate with you….then nothing.” You started regaining a little of your strength as you spoke, but you still felt as if your body was made of lead. Just then, something sparks in the back of your mind. “And pain. I remember a lot of pain. Mostly in the back of my neck by my…” You trailed off as the realization hit you and you stared at Tak, eyes wide with terror.

He nodded softly, squeezing your hand. “Love, we were- I was attacked and you got caught in the crossfire. Your stack was damaged. They managed to patch it up right now so I could explain what’s going on, but they’re going to have to put you on ice for a while so they can fix the problem.”

“Fix it? How? And how long will it take?”

“They won’t know anything until they can examine your stack out of the sleeve. But they think it might be leaking and that can cause you to start losing memories.” Tak hesitated. “Do you…do you feel like you are missing anything?”

You nodded sadly. “Yeah. I feel like there are blanks in my head. Like missing time. And it’s all over. Parts of my childhood, parts of my life before you……parts with you.” A single tear ran down your face.

Tak wiped it away with his thumb. “It’s okay. We’re going to make sure you don’t lose anything else and then I’ll take you away from this city once and for all. Then we can start making some new memories. Together. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven, Tak.” You smiled as he kissed the back of your hand. But the smile soon dropped from your face once more. “How long before they need to…”

“Right now. They wanted to do it immediately, but I needed to tell you first. I needed to say goodbye, even if only for a little while.”

“I don’t want to leave you! We promised to be together for all eternity. And now, I can’t imagine being without you.” You clung desperately to Tak’s arm, nails digging into his flesh as if you could root yourself down under his skin.

He ignored your frantic clawing as he reached up and brushed the hair from in front of your face. “You won’t. For you, it’ll simply be like closing your eyes then opening them again. Nothing more. Just one long blink.”

“But for you…. you’ll be all alone.” More tears began streaming from your eyes. You had promised Tak you would never leave him. That it would be you and him, side-by-side together for eternity. But now it seemed you were going to have to break that promise.

Tak scoffed softly. “Yeah, well, I’ve been alone before, and I’ve lost people I loved before. But at least this time-” he cupped your face in his hand “-this time I know you’ll be coming back to me. This isn’t forever, it’s just… for now.”

You nodded sadly and you felt a twinge of the pain creeping back in. Tak noticed instantly. He motioned for someone behind you and for the first time, you noticed a technician on the other side of the bed. She stepped up behind you and gave you a soft smile. “As soon as you’re ready, I’m going to put you under, okay?”

“Ye-yeah, okay.” You looked back at Tak nervously, then nodded. “I love you, Tak. Forever.”

As you felt the technician’s hands brush across the back of your neck, you heard Tak say, “I love you too. Forever. Now…just one big blink.”

You closed your eyes then opened them again. You instantly felt better, recharged, and back to normal. You looked to your right and immediately let out a small gasp, “Tak!”

Your love smiled at you, but it was marred by the massive bruises and cuts that littered his face. The ones that, to you, weren’t there a second ago. You reached up and gently brushed your fingers across a particularly nasty-looking one just below his eye. He grunted, but then murmured, “It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Wh-what happened?” you asked, eyes still wide at the sight.

“Same old, same old. I was tracking down the guys who attacked us. Turned out they have some powerful friends.” Tak snorted, sounding halfway between a chuckle and a scoff. “Well, they had powerful friends.”

Your fingers trailed down his face before they rested on his split bottom lip. His tongue lightly grazed across the tips of your fingers and his upbeat mask slipped into an expression of intense need. It was the look of a man who had been longing for something for a long, long time.

“How long? How long has it been?”

“It’s not important.”

“How long, Tak?”

“……Six months.”

You felt like you had just been punched in the chest. As you struggled to catch your breath, you gasped out, “Six months! But I thought….”

Tak let out a long breath as he struggled to find the right words to tell you. “Love, the damage to your stack was worse than they thought. They tried but…. there’s just no way to fix it. They can give you periods of time before they have to repair it again, but you’ll need to continually rotate between being spun up and being on ice.”

“How…how long?” Tak stared at the floor, so you demanded again. “How long, Tak!”

“….Six months up, six months on ice.”

You started hyperventilating as your world began to fall apart around you. “No! I can’t… There has to be another way! Why can’t I just needlecast into another stack? Upload my consciousness into the D.H.F. backup and then copy it over. People do that all the time. I know it’s really expensive but after the Bancroft case, you could afford it! I-I could pay you back once I earn some more credits.”

Tak shook his head, but a sad smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Don’t you think I would have paid any price, made any sacrifice to make that happen? The credits mean nothing to me compared to you. But I already had them try downloading your information while you were down. The stack is too damaged. It can’t connect to the system.”

“So…so that’s it? There’s no other option? Nothing else we can try?”

“I’m sorry, love. The damage was just too great. They told me that staying spun up for more than six months will drain the stack and unless it has time to recharge after that time, it’s not sustainable. However, if you follow that schedule, they think they can maintain the stack indefinitely. And they managed to stop the leak so you shouldn’t lose any more memories.” He cupped your face in his hand, soothing away some of your tears. “We can still have our eternity…just a little differently than we had planned.”

“But will that really be enough for you? Will you be able to be with me knowing that for half the year I’ll be gone? That that’s all I can give you now?”

“As long as you are willing to have me, I am yours, whatever that means. But is that what you still want? After I let this happen? You were only hurt because you were with me. And if you stay, I can’t promise something like this won’t happen again. And maybe next time, I could lose you completely.” Tak stood up abruptly and began pacing next to the bed. “I should’ve never dragged you away from your palace in the sky down into the darkness with me. You were safe up there, a princess among gods. And now, I’ve taken half of your life away.”

“Tak, you didn’t ‘let this happen’. You were trying to protect me! And you also didn’t drag me away from my old life. I went freely. And I would rather give up half my life to be with you than spend a single day back up with the other Meths alone. There will never come a day when I won’t want you by my side. So, if you can wait for me, I want whatever time I have to be with you.” You reached out your hand and, after a moment, Tak took it. You smiled brightly at him. “I love you. Forever.”

Tak returned your smile. “I love you, too. Forever.”

And so, half the year you resided in the dark, grimy underbelly of society with the man you loved. The other half of the year, your consciousness floated mindlessly in the nothingness of the timeless void. And Tak… he lived in Hell for six months, cursed to wander the city alone, just waiting for you to return to his arms. And without you, his sunshine, his light, to guide him and right his course, he got reckless. Every time you returned, he was more bruised, broken, and scarred than when you had closed your eyes. No matter how many times you reawoke, you never got used to that instant transition between the man he was and the man he was now.

As the years passed, both of your sleeves aged, and you eventually opened your eyes to find a familiar stranger sitting next to you instead of the face you expected. Though the eyes were a different color, and the smile was all wrong, you still instantly knew who he was. And nothing else mattered to you. Similarly, when the time came and you woke to find yourself looking through a different set of eyes, he still looked at you with as much love and devotion as before.

It wasn’t the life you had imagined but somehow you made it work. And so, the two of you continued to spend half of eternity together, six months at a time.

[olivyh]

TWST FAMILY HCS PT2) Savanaclaw and Octavinelle

Feel free to tack on your own Hc’s too!!! I love reading what other people think and how their view of the characters and of Twisted Wonderland in general change from person to person!!!

Savanaclaw:

Leona:

-Farena: We already know Leona describes his brother as being carefree and relaxed, but deep under that I think he’s a deeply intelligent man (how can you run a kingdom and be stupid?). He tries his best to make time in his schedule for his wife and child, and even try to get bonding tike with his younger brother (which never works out well). He tries to teach Cheka as much as he can, often giving him little life lessons while they play games. He’s a very kind and straightforward man, often being blunt when he doesn’t mean to. He stands a little taller than Leona, with Orange hair similar to Chekas. He keeps his hair tied out of his face as much as he can.

-Sister-in-law Kingscholar: A strong and confident woman, not afraid to speak her mind when she wants to. She’s blunt and she’d let you know about it. She’s also very kind in her own way, often dragging Leona off and trying to have serious talks with him, which he appreciates but doesn’t show. She adores Cheka and often spoils him without meaning to, and will spoil Leona too (but indirectly in a way similar to Ace’s father’s). Also very intelligent and good at reading people. I think she stands a little shorter than Leona, but she holds herself higher, and he slouches, so it looks as if they’re the same height. She has long yellow hair (again, similar to the ends of Cheka’s) that she often ties back as well.

-Cheka: We already know him, so heres a few Hcs!: He sometimes asks his mother to do his hair the same way as Leona’s, and tries to do everything like him (such as standing like him, trying to deepen his voice to sound like him, throwing sand at various objects in the castle yelling “King’s Roar!!”)

Ruggie:

-Grandma Bucchi: As he said himself, a stern and prideful woman. I think she’d be on the stricter side, having to teach Ruggie how to survive rather than him having to face those hard truths alone. She likely stands a lot shorter, likely 5’0 (sorry to anyone whos that height), than most other beastwomen. She’s a lot physically stronger than she looks, often still trying to pick Ruggie up at his age. She tries to spoil him when she can, trying to make him relax after working and taking over the household chores (which he declines, still cleaning up when she’s not looking- which earns him a smack to the head with a broom). She’s also a prankster, quietly jumping out from corners and scaring Ruggie or one of the other children. I think she feels a lot of regret over seeing Ruggie grow up so fast in the environment that he had, but she’s the proudest grandma ever. Whenever he sends pictures back she boasts to everyone at home (“See that! That’s my grandson’s school! See that there! He plays magift and is one of the best on the team! Look there! He’s got those nice ceremony robes!”), and even boasts about him with what little baby pictures they have (“See him walking at such a young age? Isn’t he so strong?”) Will never stop talking about her grandson, ever.

-Neighborhood kids: I think they’re like little siblings to Ruggie, so I’m adding them. They try to tale over what Ruggie did when he was at home, helping people fix up their houses or entertaining the baby hyenas when their mothers have other things to do. They also leave gifts to Ruggie when he comes back, between little dolls they made, bracelets they thought he’d like, charms, or pretty rocks and leaves. He keeps all of the gifts, no matter how small.

-His mom (bc the poor woman deserves a spot)(Poor meaning unfortunate)(The more i think abt it, both. It means both. Bad time?): I think she looked a lot like him, but with brighter blue eyes than his. She was definitely a prankster at heart, leaving clever traps behind for any poor soul to get stuck in. She was a very hardworker much like her son, taking on any task she could find to help out her mother. I think she’d try to leave as much behind for Ruggie as she could, which would include little notes and scribbles about how she was feeling throughout her pregnancy and how excited she was for him. Ruggie also kept all of those safe and sound, in a small box he keeps in the corner of his room.

(Can you guess who my fav chara is?)

Jack:

-Grandma & Grandpa Howl: A very loving couple, who always make time out of their schedule for their grandchildren, whether it be for school events, emergencies, or if any one of them want to come by and talk. They met when Grandpa Howl got lost and wandered by Grandma Howl’s family’s cabin (which happens to be the one they, and the rest of the family, still live in to this day) and he spent the night. I think they fell in love at first sight :’)

-Mama Howl: A very soft and loving beastwoman who is willing to sacrifice anything for her children. She is often strict, and sometimes a chatterbox, but she always reminds her children to stay safe and that she loves them. She always pats their head or cheek when she walks by, even if she has to reach a little to plant a kiss on Jack’s forehead. I think her hair would be a little darker grey, and she’d definitely be a little more muscular and taller, reaching six ft one when standing straight up. She’d have the same yellow eyes as Jack, and her hair would be cropped shorter due to her still moving around a lot.

-Papa Howl: Very similar to Jack personality and appearance wise. He stands an inch or two shorter than Jack, but is still very muscular due to working around the house and in the woods (chopping wood for the campfire, dragging around tools, carrying three wolf pups at a time in his younger days (only one now wants to be carried, which hurts the poor man’s heart a bit)

-Baby brother Howl: Huffy and a little moody, but a hard worker even if he complains while doing it most of the time. That’s often with his parents, but when he does something with Jack he doesn’t complain a bit. He’s very attached to his older brother, looking up to him for his strength and strong morals. He often compares him to superheroes and star athletes in his mind, but sometimes it slips out, resulting in one very embarrassed wolf boy and another very flattered wolf boy, ignore their wagging tails, it means nothing. I think he stands pretty tall for a preteen, around 5’7-5’8 and growing taller by the day. Same hair and eye color as Jack. Acts like he doesn’t like to play games with his younger sister but will never turn down a game of tag.

-Baby sister Howl: An absolute sweetheart. She just wants the best for her family and will do whatever she can to make what they want happen. Jack is hungry? Good thing she made her special dessert (it’s a poptart with whipped cream messily piled on top with sprinkles and literal sugar cubed wedged in it, but don’t tell her you don’t like it, please she’d actually bawl). Her other older brother is tired? She can get him extra blankets! Mama needs help cleaning? She can mop (she really just throws water on the floor and praises herself for a job well done). Papa need to cut wood? She can- no, she can’t. Please don’t give her an axe. She’ll cheer him from the sidelines with a song she made up just for him instead! She has their mother’s grey hair and father’s dark brown eyes, and loves to do her hair like the princesses she sees on Tv! (Yes, Jack will wear a too-small dress and Tiara if his sister wants to play princess. No, he will not let anyone take pictures.)

Octavinelle:

Tweels:

-Mama Leech: At first glance, a very kind woman with soft eyes. Willing to open her arms to anyone who might need help. Then, a terrifying grin similar to Floyd’s as that poor unfortunate soul realizes the trap they’d been thrown in. She’s very kind and patient towards both her boys and husband, as well as their friends (even of she is on guard near their friends, throwing a few hollow threats to see if it’d scare them away)(She doesn’t like to share her babies). She dotes on the tweels as much as possible, indulging im whatever curiosity they may have. Floyd wants to know what going through riptide is like? They leave tomorrow to find one. Jade wants to know more about life on land? She’ll find as many books as possible and ask (threaten) people for their land belongings. She knows when too far is too far though, and is very skilled at reeling the boys back in if they get to that point. Will always call them her little guppies, no matter how big they get. I think she’d have a teal bob on top, with the underside of her hair being black (which makes her hair look color changing when she swims). Im her human form shes only a few inches shorter than her boys, ranging around the same as Jack’s mother.

-Papa Leech: The definition of old Hollywood New York mob boss. Strict and blunt about his interests and problems, and not afraid to cause any problems if provoked. When the tweels were younger and they’d wrestle and bite at him, he’d throw them off him easily, telling them they need to work to beat him, even if he was impressed by their teamwork at first. Will die to protect his family, and was likely put in that position many times in the past due to his uh… business. He values his wife and children more than anything, and has done everything in his power in the past to protect them from harm. When they went to NRC at first, he felt defeated and almost wanted to beg them to stay safe with him (not that his pride would allow it).(Both the tweels can see through his facade easily)

Azul:

-Grandma ‘grotto: A very stern and prim octomermaid. What she says goes in the Ashengrotto house, and she often catches herself making unnecessary comments. She does apologize. Also a very loving grandmother towards Azul, often babying him whenever possible (doing the classic “you’re not eating enough here take some more” grandma move)(She will smooch his face whenever possible when there are no business clients nearby). Tries to boost his confidence since she knew about what was happening to him (Chances are she went through the same thing- being an octomer as well) and dod her best to protect him and make him happy. She taught him how to write with his tentacles and encouraged him to do his best in everything he does.

-Mama ‘grotto: Another businesslady in the front absolute softie in the back situation. Adores her son and is incredibly proud of how far he’s come.I think she looks identical to Azul, but more heavyset and, of course, female. She coddled Azul as much as possible, which worked out well with baby Azul’s clingy nature. She had no shame in walking around with the little guy stuck to her (unless he smacked a tentacle to her face when she was working on her restaurant), and made sure everyone knew what a good boy he was. She would show pictures to everyone (similar to Ruggie’s grandma), but respects his wishes in wanting to hide pictures of his past. She still shows anyone who asks pictures of him at NRC (compliments to the twins, who send her updates when her son is busy), and will tell everyone how smart he is and how much he’s grown.

-Step-Papa grotto: A very professional man in every aspect of his life, which stretches to his relationship with his stepson. When he learns about the contracts and Azuls UM, he’s over the moon with how happy he is. He swam around with a little more pep than usual, flicking his tail and flaring out his fins the more and more Azul told him. He helps him reword and format his contracts to his advantage, and is always willing to talk with him about Mostro Lounge or (on rare occasion) some memories before Step papa Ashengrotto met Mama Ashengrotto (which always make him happy that Azul trusts him enough). I think he’d be a pretty generic looking Mer, with an average looking tail and such

[allandoflimbo]

Ashens (Part 25)

Summary: She falls in love with Bucky Barnes from the moment she sees him. Bucky, still in love with a woman from his past, hates Y/N and plans to make her life miserable. To both their dismay, they are assigned together to go undercover into The Capitol for six months. There, they develop a heartbreaking friend with benefits agreement. Dystopian.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 1.7K

A/N: These next two chapters will be on the shorter side, but that’s because these are full speed now. It’s about to happen. Or should I say, it is happening.

Rating: M for Mature, E for explicit. Enemies to lovers trope, sharing a bed trope, friends with benefits trope, temporarily unrequited love, heavy and angry sex, heavy on the angst, and very strong language.

Sometimes, pregnancies can go undetected.

1 1/2 months later 

(4 Months and 2 Weeks Into Mission)

They were moments like these.

You waved the spoon around in front of Bucky’s face.

“Come on, taste it!” 

He gave you a playful smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling up into two narrow slits.

“No! How will I know you didn’t poison it?” He asks.

You give him a glare, your hand still in the air hovering the spoon near his lips.

“Seriously?”

He squints one eye at you. You see the twitch in his lips the moment he decides to finally give in.

“Fine.” 

You watch as he leans in, and the heat that unravels in you core shocks you as you watch him wrap his lips delicately around the silver object. A soft moan leaves his throat as he pulls back and his eyes close together.

You swallow thickly, eyes flickering up to try to meet his.

There’s a long pause from him before he opens his eyes and they meet yours.

He smiles wide. His smile is genuine and full of heart.

“And?” You ask hesitantly. He lets out a heartfelt laughter that fills you heart with joy, catching you completely off guard as he takes you unexpectedly in his arms for a half turn. He tickles you on your side making you laugh, “Bucky, what the hell?” 

He continues to hold you to him until his breathing evens out. You feel the brush of his fingers on your back.

His hold doesn’t falter for even a second.

“It’s amazing.” He says softly. 

You’re amazing. He thinks.

You let out another chuckle when he gives you one more tickle for added effect. 

You finally push him away by his shoulders.

“Stop,” you say with a smile. He’s still chuckling and grinning when he lets you go and turns back to the pot with the spoon still in his hand that he had snatched from you earlier. He dunks it back into the pot and you quickly reach to stop him, “Hey! I said just one!”

“Just one more.”

“Not yet. We’re going to eat together.” You tell him quietly, taking the spoon from him. 

+ +

Precious moments.

You were both facing each other criss cross on the floor, giggling. 

Each of you sat with your back against each of the sofas, in between you a bowl of dry cereal.

Bucky made fun of you at first for it, but then he started to get used to your unusual cravings. He didn’t mind it if it made you happy.

Bucky throws his head back against the seat of the couch, a few cereals in his flesh hand.

“I don’t know what I even would’ve done as a carreer. It’s weird never even having a chance to think about something like that.” He says.

You squint your eyes at him.

“Strangely, I don’t know what you would’ve been either.”

He lifts his head back up and gives you a fake and mocking smile, which makes you shoot him a real one.

“Thanks.” He says sarcastically and with a chuckle.

You push the bowl a little farther away from you, making room for you to bend your legs, hugging them against your chest. 

Bucky stretches forward to grab more cereals.

“What options were you going to apply for?” He asks.

 “Brown or NYU.” You answer, “You know, there was a college by my friend’s house that they used to call Slutgers.”

Bucky raises a brow at this.

“What the fuck?” He can’t help the laugh that escapes him as he asks. 

“Yeah, long story. That wasn’t the real name, though.”

“Imagine if we had gone to college together.” His voice is lower, a little more serious.

Your eyes meet intensely across the floor. You watch as his eyes dart over your face, lingering over the tip of your nose and to your lips.

“You would’ve been my professor, and that would have been awkward.” You say quietly.

“Nah, I mean if I was born the same year as you and not when I had been born.”

You swallow thickly and your eyes meet.

+++

Then there were those moments. 

You were happy, you told yourself. You were. It wasn’t that you need the reassurance, so much as the reminder.

At times, especially during the nights, you often felt empty or like there was something missing. You felt like something had been left open ended but you just weren’t sure.

Those moments came when you were washing a cup in the sink and you looked over to see Bucky ranting about something cute Ashens did the day before, giving you a huge smile.

It came when Bucky would give you that look he’s been giving you the last few months. The ones the made you want to kiss him or hit him, because it wasn’t platonic or innocent at all. You hated that he still made you doubt how he really felt about you and you hated that you had a feeling that you think he had feelings for you, but he wouldn’t say anything.

It was moments like those that you found yourself thinking about Bucky again when you both knew you had moved on.

Right?

You were happy.  You were happy with Pietro. But why couldn’t you still stop thinking about Bucky?

You think about him on your walk to Pietro’s place. You always do. 

You’re thinking about him now. Right now you’re having those thoughts: What if he did have feelings for me?

You and Pietro are on the couch talking about each other’s days when he leans down and gives you a slow kiss. It’s soft.

“I really like you, Y/N.” You blinked up at him, “And no, I still won’t ask why you use two names. I know there’s more to you than meets the eye, but I’m willing to dive in and discover it all.” You could feel the brush of thus thumb against your jaw and it makes you swallow hard, “if you let me.”

You reach up to touch his hand, letting it rest over his on your face.

What if he did have feelings for me?

Even if he did, he was doing nothing about it. He didn’t care enough.

And so the cycle continued.

+++

Maybe this was the moment. 

The one.

Bucky brought you along this time to meet Ashens, and the little boy is everything Bucky made him out to be.

Their interaction leaves you feeling warm inside. There’s also this undeniable feeling to want to nurture him. To take him into your arms and protect him.

Both of you.

You introduce yourself by telling him your Bucky’s friend. He asks if you’re an Avenger and you say no.

There’s a solum silence between the three of you and your heart squeezes tightly as you watch Bucky ruffle the boys head, bringing him into his chest for a tight hug.

“It’s different this time, isn’t it?” The little boy asks, his hands going to Bucky’s shirt, grasping the cotton there desperately. 

You watch as Bucky swallows hard, his eyes holding a kind of sadness you’ve never seen before.

You didn’t even know, but that was the moment that did it for him.

Bucky closed his eyes and hugged the boy tighter.

“We are going to talk to you about something important, is that okay?” He whispers.

The boy nods.

You both talk to him. You tell him what is appropriate for him to know, without scaring him. Bucky does most of the talking as you both now kneel down next to Ashens, you holding his hand. “Do you know the kind of man your father is?” You ask slowly, meeting Bucky’s eyes, “I know he’s a bad guy.” Ashens says quietly, “I know." “You said you trust us.” Bucky’s statement is not formed into a question. “Yes.” “He’s part of Hydra.” Bucky tells him and Ashens nods.

You continue to watch Bucky, knowing that this needs to be this direct. No sugar coating.

You can’t tell little Ashens’ fear, you can sense it as his hold on your hand tightens and you feel your throat closing up.

You bring him into you, placing your chin on top his little head. Bucky watches you, enthralled, and he wonders if you feel this, too.

This connection, this undeniable moment of pure connection.

He wants to kiss you so much. God, he wants to.

He leans his own chin on Ashens’ head until yours and Bucky’s faces are only inches apart. 

Ashens cries softly in fear and Bucky leans down, kissing the top of his head. Bucky raises his head back up and you feel it too.

The connection. This moment.

This was the moment that Bucky realized that what he felt for you was true love.

This wasn’t infatuation and this wasn’t anything small.

He was in love with you.

You didn’t know but you could see the moment something happens inside of him and that’s when you knew he had feelings for you.

It wasn’t your imagination.

And it made you sad and angry all at the same time. “In about a month, we’re going to ask you to do something and you’re going to have to trust us,” Bucky continues to tell the little boy, not looking away from you, “We are here to save you.”

If you have feelings for me, why aren’t you doing anything about it? Why are you being this way? Was I right the entire time? 

Your thoughts run around in your head.

Bucky’s eyes goes to your lips and he wants to cry.

Instead, he just closes his eyes, brings his hand to your head and leans his forehead on yours.

For just a few minutes you let him. The three of you are in this tight embrace, a symbol of trust and love.

You could feel Bucky’s thumb rub against your scalp tenderly and you swallowed the tears that laid in your throat, begging to escape. 

You had been right. 

He’s had feelings for you all this time.

And you were angry.

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[katyakazanovas]

belcher height headcanons

(pls remember that these are my personal headcanons, and i’m not trying to push them on anyone)

let’s start with louise, here’s why:

i have a headcanon that she’s the only one in the family who doesn’t surpass 5’1. louise is very small and often hides behind objects that other kids her age wouldn’t be able to, yet she still goes unnoticed. this is great for eavesdropping, snooping, and general shenaniganery. also from what we’ve seen of the baby belchers, baby louise was always littler than baby gene and tina were.

tina: i believe tina finishes growing at 5’6. not as short as louise, but not quite as tall as gene. as she gets older, tina gets a better hold of her long arms and lanky legs, and learns how to be more confident in how she looks. admittedly, growing up, she’d hoped she’d be closer to her mom’s height, but she’s learned to accept herself just the way she is.

gene: puberty caused gene to grow like a weed, and by the time he finishes growing, he’s 5’10, not too much shorter than bob. nobody ever expected him to get that tall, and linda had such a hard time having to buy him clothes every few months in freshman and sophomore year. gene finds a lot of confidence in his height.

linda: okay i honestly can’t remember if this is mentioned in the show or if i saw it on a wiki somewhere, but hugo habercore is supposedly 5’5, which means linda is probably closer to 5’11. linda is definitely a taller than average woman, but she’s always loved that, and it’s always made her feel very, very pretty. bob loves her being taller, too.

bob: bob is 6’2. don’t know what to say besides that honestly LMAO

pls don’t be like “lol ur wrong” bc i’m really bad at math and inches and shit and again these are just headcanons lol. okay thank u! <3

[lepusrufus]

Double edged scalpel ch.11

ch1 ch2 ch3 ch4 ch5 ch6 ch7 ch8 ch9 ch10

Summary: last chapter, let there be some sweet stuff

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By some miracle, the bullet did not hit anything major, which meant a rather uneventful recovery. Laughing and sudden movements still sent a jolt of pain through her body even a week later, but at least she could move around now.

Every day Daniela would come to Cassandra’s room where she was staying and change her bandages while listening to her instructions. She wanted to learn, and Nicole was more than happy to oblige. Especially when having a wound free of infection was on the line. Cassandra would simply busy herself with something else or talk to the eldest sister in the meantime. They were too far to hear, not that Nicole actually cared to listen while inspecting the literal hole in her skin, but she did catch Bela huffing out a fine.

After a new bandage was in place, the other two sisters left, Daniela with a bright smile at the skill she was learning and Bela rolling her eyes at the thanks from her middle sister. Once they were alone again, Nicole raised an inquisitive eyebrow at the brunette.

“What was that about?”

Cassandra pressed her palms together, eyes darting around the room before finally landing on her lover.

“You know how my moms invited you to dinner?” Nicole widened her eyes in mild panic. “Well you can’t exactly go wearing a uniform, so I asked Bela if we could borrow one of her dresses. Sine she’s the shortest,” Cassandra added with a snicker.

Nicole furrowed her brows. While Bela was the shortest among the three sisters, she still had quite a few inches on her, so any of her dresses would just turn into an impromptu floor sweeping. Maybe a shorter one could work. Cassandra didn’t seem to care to dwell on it as she plopped down on the bed beside Nicole. She seemed oddly nervous.

“I-... I have something for you.”

She turned around and pulled something from her nightstand’s drawer. When she got back to facing her, a dagger wrapped in black leather was in her hand.

“Not that you’ll need it again. But if you must stab someone this will work better than a scalpel.”

Nicole slowly slid the blade from its holster, the metal almost shiny in the room’s low light. The handle, like many other objects in the castle, had the Dimitrescu crest on it. The intricate leaves and petals wrapped around each other as if they weren't made from metal but just freshly plucked from the garden. To top it off, the tip of the handle had an ochre gem, not too different from the one on Cassandra’s choker. Nicole traced her fingers gingerly over the details, a fond smile tugging at her lips. It was lovely.

"Thank you," she whispered, almost afraid that speaking any louder would ruin the moment.

Cassandra didn't reply though, only shifting closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. She didn't really need to say anything, the gesture speaking loud and clear without the aid of any words.

Nicole pulled Cassandra down into a deep kiss. A kiss that was meant to say all the things neither of them could put into words, that seemed so insignificant compared to their lips sliding together in that moment. Her hand left the dagger on the sheets and found its way into dark locks, pulling Cassandra even closer. To her annoyance, it was the brunette the one to pull away with a knowing smirk.

"As much as I'm enjoying myself, Bela's gonna be back in a few minutes and then we're heading to dinner. Wouldn't want to be late now would we."

Nicole's reply was overly dramatic and drawn out. "Oh my, I wouldn't dream of it."

Cassandra only chuckled at her and got up to change into something more dinner appropriate herself. She chose a white blouse with beautiful intricate embroidered patterns all around the collar and sleeves, complete with a pair of leather pants. Leather pants that Nicole would've enjoyed the view of were in not for the knock on the door.

"Come in!" Cassandra called from where she was strapping in a pair of boots.

The door opened with a slight creak, and the eldest sister slipped inside, a black dress draped over one arm. She came over to Nicole and set it on the bed, careful not to cause any wrinkles.

"I hope it goes without saying that if you spill anything on it I will break your legs."

"You will do no such thing," Cassandra said quickly, having finished dressing. She leaned over her sister's shoulder and whistled at the sight of the dress. "Wow darling I hope you like looking like a creepy gothic countess."

Nicole laughed at Bela's annoyed eye roll. "I'd love to. It's an awesome look actually."

Bela huffed at her younger sister, pointing exasperatedly to the redhead. "See? She gets it. Glad to see at least you found someone that understands fashion."

"Your fashion is either gothic vampire, good job with the stereotype there by the way, or tired teenager who's wardrobe consists only of baggy shirts. It's always a fifty fifty with you."

Cassandra was now openly laughing, one arm around her midsection. Bela simply smacked her on the shoulder and turned to leave the room. Before she could slip out however, she called out to her sister.

"Oh and Cassandra," she waited for the brunette to look at her. "Mother's in a good mood."

Cassandra grinned, suddenly seeming a lot more excited about dinner.

It took thankfully little effort to slip the dress on, a shorter one that normally would reach the knees, but on Nicole it was more around mid calves. She only needed help with the zipper on the back. Help that her lover was happy to provide, complete with a kiss at the back of her neck.

When they looked at themselves in the full length mirror standing in the corner of the room, Nicole couldn't help the feeling of pride swelling in her chest. Pride at being there with the woman she loved. Actually loved. And who shared her feelings in kind.

"What was it about wanting to become a creepy gothic countess?"

Nicole chuckled at the sly smile the brunette was giving her through the mirror. She decided to humor her, intentionally not letting her mind run with the possible implications. "Oh, isn't that every girl's dream," she said, fully aware that it was not.

Cassandra tapped her chin for a moment, eyes looking to the side in thought. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it and decided to interlock their fingers instead. She pulled Nicole away from the mirror and into a gentle kiss before she spoke.

"Let's go."

She simply nodded and let herself be guided through the castle's ancient dark halls, hand in hand with Cassandra. They walked in silence until they reached the door to the dining hall, light spilling from the small crack underneath. Looks were shared. They both had a mix of nervousness and excitement clear on their faces. Beyond the door, the other members of the family could be heard, Esteria's voice telling a tale too muffled to reach their ears, that seemed to make Daniela laugh. Even the Lady chimed in with a comment that made the youngest sister blurt out some protesting words.

Cassandra chuckled and gave her a final kiss on her temple, before pushing the heavy door open for the both of them and pulling her inside.

Had a less… unhinged person been in her place, they'd be full of dread. But for Nicole, she couldn't remember a time when she truly felt like she could call a place home. And if home was a terrible castle led by women that could tear anyone to pieces, then so be it. She'd happily sit by their side, by Cassandra's side, and let herself be wrapped up in all the horrors within the ancient walls.

[closedafterdark]

What's your greatest sex fantasy involving mommy eunbi?

You wake up from a quick nap to find a comfortable pleasure radiating from between your legs. Removing the blanket from your body, you find a beautiful busty vixen, nuzzling your hardening cock with her soft cheek.

She smiles, giving a deep kiss on your tip.

“Goodmorning, baby.” she said softly, her tone warm and full of affection despite the fact she was stroking your cock with her face.

“E-Eunbi? What’s going on?” you asked.

“Mommy told you she wanted to get fucked, remember baby? I waited for you downstairs.” It didn’t take you very long to recover from your sleepiness, a woman between your legs does have that effect on you.

“Mommy’s sad you dreamt about sleepingwith that whore Lee Saerom, baby. Aren’t I your only mommy?” she asked, using her cute, small left hand to grab the base of your cock and pump you up and down, watching curiously as you begin to pulse and strengthen in her warm embrace.

“Oh fuck, mommy…” you moaned out, her hand sending the first torrent of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Mommy’s going to use you to burn off her anger and stress. I hope you’re ready, baby.” Eunbi said in a soft, whisper-like tone. You noticed an edge of frustration in her voice. It was safe to say she was not happy you kept her waiting.

“If it’s mommy, I’m always ready.”

A shy smile appears on Eunbi’s face. She gives you several slow, tight strokes before she rises from between your legs. Saerom and Eunbi were only an inch apart in height. While Saerom had longer limbs and a tight, model-like body, Eunbi was on the curvier side of the two. Her thighs were a lot thicker and the obvious difference between the two was no piece of clothing could truly hide the outline of her chest. You held onto her wide hips, rubbing them slowly as you enjoyed her warm, smooth skin. Eunbi has ridden you many times, but you could never truly prepare yourself for the first time she lowers herself onto you.

Eunbi’s shorter hair length doesn’t give off the disheveled look Saerom had whenever you two had sex. She brings her small hand to her face and bites a fingertip, the warm smile on her lips anything but - the cute mole under her eye the only source of relief from her seductive gaze as Eunbi straddles you naked.

She gives you a seductive wink before removing herself from your body. You sighed, slightly disappointed you weren’t currently inside her. Yet you managed to smile, appreciating the curviness of her body and her hanging, full round breasts as she opens up the nightstand and retrieves an object from it.

Eunbi doesn’t let you see what she got from the drawer, instead covering your face with her body until you feel your wrists tied to the headboard of her bed. The soft, silky fabric was wrapped around your wrists. Not too tight, not too loose. Kind of like her pussy.

“So it’s going to be that kind of stress relief.” you said, slightly teasing her as you knew what was going to happen.

“Mommy needs to de-stress. You’re going to get it rough, baby. This just helps make certain I won’t be slowed down while I fuck you.” Eunbi said with a lust-filled smile on her lips.

Eunbi was never the type to enjoy slow, passionate-filled sex. She loved it rough, wanting to be in control and using you for her own pleasure. You certainly held no complaints - not that you ever would. There was nothing hotter to you than a woman who knows what she wants and is not shy to admit it. Those thoughts are short lived, however, as Eunbi raises her body swiftly and in one fluid motion, grabs your cock with her small hand and impales herself on it.

Not a second was wasted. It only takes a second for you to fully be inside her body. Eunbi’s loud gasp at your entrance is short-lived as she raises her body again, doing this several times until she is taking your cock in and out at a rapid pace. Your hard shaft is only slightly visible as it appears and disappears, her movements holding zero regard for you or your comfort.

Expecting her to brace herself on your chest for support, Eunbi surprises you once more by wrapping her sexy, slim fingers around your neck. She squeezes you, applying a firm pressure that slightly constricts your airflow as her large, full breasts bounce up and down while she rides you. Anger and lust filled Eunbi’s eyes, she seemed determined to work out her frustration and anger towards you with each thrust of her hips.

She bites her lower lip erotically, the sight of it seducing you. Eunbi enjoyed moaning loudly and telling you how good you feel inside her, but this time was different. She wanted to show you how hard she wanted it, how hard she wanted to fuck you while you were unable to slow her down to a comfortable pace.

“Fuck, mommy… that feels so good.” you moaned, your body quickly being overwhelmed with pleasure. While it had only been a few hours since a woman was impaling herself onto you, you noticed the differences. Eunbi cared little for how hard or fast she was going, her rough pace showing she only cares about her own pleasure.

“Mommy rides me so well…”

“Shut the fuck up.” Eunbi said, raising her hand to slap your cheek. It stinged - you remembered that she had a slapping kink whenever you two had sex. The act of doing so made her even wetter, this time being no different. Her hot juices surround your cock, adding another layer of stimulation for the both of you.

“You parade that bimbo around me like she’s better… Mommy is the only one for you, baby! I’m going to fuck you until you regret choosing her over me.”

You clenched your teeth tightly as Eunbi stopped pumping her hips up and down, choosing to instead grind herself hard on your cock, swirling her hips around in a circular motion while you were fully inside her.

“Fuck, mommy…” you moaned, struggling to keep the pleasure inside you. You wanted nothing more than to hold onto Eunbi’s wide hips, pacing her in order for you not to cum too quickly. But with your hands tied to her headboard, there was little you could do to stop her.

“You like mommy fucking you like this, don’t you baby?” Eunbi asked, trying her best to maintain her composure. But like you, Eunbi could feel the pleasure building up in her own body. Despite this, she refuses to slow down her pace, her hips swirling against yours while her hot, wet walls wrap around your shaft tightly.

“I love everything mommy does to me…” was your response.

“Everything, huh? Then enjoy mommy fucking you, baby.” Eunbi replied, lifting her hips up and down and riding you at a merciless pace.

Clenching your teeth, you bite on your lip - trying to do anything possible to distract yourself from the pleasure Eunbi was giving you. It proves to be anything but effective as she rides you ferociously, her hips working up and down your body. You feel your cock entering and exiting her pussy with each movement of her body.

“Baby! Oh fuck!” Eunbi screamed as she began to break character. She gradually begins to reach a new level of pleasure, throwing her damp, sweaty hair back while her moans continue on. Her soft hands still wrapped around your neck, Eunbi was hunched over you, her erotic words as close to you as possible. But as she continues to ride you, she straightens her back and removes her sexy hands from your neck before placing them onto your chest. You are given a perfect view of her body - despite seeing it so many times, you could never get tired of her creamy legs, her curvy yet slim upper body, and of course, her full, large breasts rocking up and down while she rides you.

The both of you lost track of time - Eunbi loved riding you; even long after you have already cum. This time would be no different. She uses every muscle in her body to give you the most amount of pleasure possible. It was as if she wanted to dedicate herself to slamming up and down your hard cock. As you noticed earlier, her anger towards you about Saerom was quickly being replaced with gasps and moans of lust that leaves her soft, beautiful lips.

“Baby, your cock feels so fucking good…” she gasps.

“Mommy… fuck, your pussy feels good too. It’s going to make me cum soon.”

“Wait, no baby… not like this.” she moaned before she stops riding you, raising her hips and turning her body around while trying to keep you still inside her.

“Fuck mommy like this.” she said, continuing to ride you once more. 

Eunbi holds onto your stomach for support as you watch your cock appear and disappear inside her tight, wet pussy lips. They wrapped themselves tightly around you - her slick juices making thick, wet squelching sounds that turn you on even more. Her plump, round ass bounced beautifully up and down your lower body. And were you not tied up, you absolutely would have given each cheek a harsh slap. Eunbi did love getting spanked, after all.

While you were disappointed she cut off her long, beautiful black hair, her shorter hairstyle gave her a more mature image. Her toned muscles of her back glistened with sweat as she arched it. You admired her toned waist that flared out into wide, fuckable hips and her large thighs that were complimented by her round ass bouncing up and down with each impact of your hips against hers. This newfound position allowed Eunbi to ride you even faster than before.

She felt tighter - something you noticed was true whenever you fucked her from behind. And while you certainly wanted her to be on her hands and knees with you in control, you could never say no to Eunbi’s dominant nature. Eunbi loved being in control, she loved setting the pace and choosing how hard she wanted to fuck you. She was never fond of other women talking to you, whether it be a close friend from before you and Eunbi got together or a cashier in a convenience store. The only women she allowed you to be with besides herself were Kang Hyewon and Miyawaki Sakura. Eunbi’s dominant personality was not just towards men - she had women wrapped around her slim, erotic-minded finger as well. While she let you fool around with Hyewon and flirt with Sakura with her permission, your thoughts returned to your girlfriend riding your cock as if her life depended on it.

“Oh my god… Mommy’s gonna cum soon, baby.” Eunbi screamed, getting your attention. Her pussy tightens around your cock even more, making you unable to hold out much longer. You watched her short bobbed haircut sway in rhythm with her body.

“M-Me too… mommy.” you managed to say. You loved Eunbi tying you up but in this moment, slightly saddened she did so as you wanted nothing more than to squeeze her asscheeks and slam them up and down a bit rougher against you.

“Baby… I’m cumming!” Eunbi screamed loudly as she released a long, drawn out moan. You feel Eunbi’s orgasm begin - her beautiful limbs flowing with pleasure as her pussy tightens around your cock.

“Mommy…” you said as you reached your own orgasm. The pleasure was too much for the both of you. You empty hot, thick semen inside her as it courses through the length of your shaft and mixes with the hot juices of her wet pussy.

You pull on the fabric currently restricting your movement, causing the bed to shake as it restricts your bound hands. You wanted to wrap your hands around Eunbi’s quivering body, to feel her orgasm shudder her completely. But she knew her way with knots, a skill you questioned where she learned it from.

Eunbi grinds her wide hips against your cock as she rides out her orgasm. A few soft moans escape her pretty lips as she tosses her head back. Fatigue was quickly filling her, she was unable to fight it any longer. She braces herself on your knees, her breathing heavy and full of exhaustion. She tried to compose herself as best she could amidst the pleasure working its way throughout her entire body.

The two of you do your best to silently bask in the wonderful afterglow of your orgasms. Eunbi straights her back as she looks at you, her eyes half-lidded while her pleasure is continuing to subside. Her mouth is slightly open as she releases one final moan of pure sexuality. As she comes down from her euphoric high, Eunbi’s eyes are fully open and she smiled sweetly at you, her face thanking you for the pleasure you gave her.

“You did so well for mommy, baby.” she said.

Regretfully, Eunbi slowly raises her hips and begins to draw out your cock from her body. She grabs both of her cheeks, spreading them as her splayed pussy lips that were wrapped around your softening shaft are fully displayed.

Both of you moaned as inch by inch of your cock is revealed. It was drenched with thick, white cum - both yours and Eunbi’s. When you are finally released from her body, you see a trail of semen leak out of her freshly fucked pussy and onto your shaft and crotch.

As Eunbi turns around and lowers her head back between your legs, you wonder where she found the energy to do so.

“Bad baby… You know better than to make a mess after fucking mommy. I guess I should clean you up, then.” Eunbi said softly, knowing full well it was out of your control. She maintains eye contact with you, as her tongue collects the mixture of her pussy juices and your semen. You could do little else besides throw your head back as she consumes your bodily fluids.

Once she finishes, she gets back on top of your body and lowers her head, puckering her lips in an attempt to ask you for a kiss. You smile, reciprocating her action as the two of you partake in a loving exchange of your feelings for one another. When she finally releases you from her headboard, you give Eunbi a deep kiss before wrapping your arms around her as the two of you drift off into sleep. The last thing you remembered is her lips draped around you as she tells you she loves you.

--

“I’m still like, super fucking mad at you for dreaming about fucking Saerom, baby. I understand if it was Hyewon or even Sakura-chan, but Lee Saerom? Ugh. There’s just something about that whore I don’t like.”

The next time you have sex with Eunbi, you find yourself holding onto her curvaceous body as a constant stream of high-pitched moans escapes her lips as your crotch smacks against her round butt while your cock grazes her pussy lips as you fuck her delicious thighs. Both of your hands squeezed Eunbi’s breasts roughly as you pin her body to the cool glass door of her shower.

The screaming hot water cascades over both of your bodies, the rainfall shower head giving her smooth, creamy skin a shiny-like quality as it flowed through her wanton body. Eunbi’s legs shake with each thrust of your cock. Her hair is plastered beautifully onto her face as you mirror her previous actions and use her body as an outlet for your own pleasure.

“Baby… fuck mommy just like that! Oh… keep fucking me!” she said.

Her nails dig into your hips as you feel her thighs instinctively tighten around your shaft. Despite not being inside her, you feel her quivering pussy tighten for you - letting you know Eunbi was enjoying you fucking her thighs just as much as you were. You released her breasts, moving your hands down to her wide hips as you refocused your thrusts.

“Baby… Keep making mommy feel good. Don’t stop!”

You buried your face into the crook of her neck as you continued to fuck her, concentrating on every single thrust in between her thighs. It caused a spike in pleasure both of you could feel in your spines. While you loved fucking Eunbi from behind, you were slightly disappointed to be unable to see her breasts rocking in pleasure. The water beads on her body quickly as you suck some of it off her neck, causing Eunbi to let out an erotic moan.

“Baby…!”

Eunbi was unable to announce her orgasm. You heard a shrill scream of pleasure as her nails claw your hips painfully. Her body quivers from the top of her head to her now curling toes. While you would normally stop thrusting into Eunbi as she cums, you were outside her, meaning you didn’t have to stop.

You loved that Eunbi had no preference when it came to sex - some days she loved pure, animalistic lust, and others she preferred it soft, more natural. Both of you would relish in the fact that no words needed to be said, your bodies would do the talking for you. Eunbi preferred to give and take - while Saerom only wanted to use you as an outlet for her own needs. She turns around and presses her lips against yours, snaking her hand to your cock and stroking you, preventing you from softening on her.

You grabbed onto her wide hips as Eunbi pushed her butt out slightly. You trace the outline of her spine with your finger before admiring her curvy hourglass figure.

“Fuck mommy more, baby.”

Dominant Eunbi was hot, but Eunbi begging you to fuck her turned you on even more.

With your left hand still holding her hip, your right hand lets go as you give her a firm smack on her butt cheek, causing Eunbi to gasp sharply.

“Ahh… baby… Mommy’s been a bad girl. I don’t think one slap is enough.”

You repeat the process, switching hands this time as you spank her other cheek. You are once again rewarded with another deliciously erotic moan. Eunbi bites on her fingertip while you feel her beginning to leak on your shaft.

“Mommy wants you to punish her, baby.”

You stroked your cock before pushing it between her full, round ass cheeks. You thrust slowly between them, the two of you letting out a satisfied moan as her juices and water from the shower have lubricated your shaft to allow you to slide easily between her soft flesh.

“There will be more time to fuck mommy’s ass cheeks later, baby. Right now, I want you to fuck me. Fuck mommy, baby.”

You hold onto your cock once more before spreading her drenched pussy lips, rubbing them slightly. Eunbi however, has had enough teasing as she pushes her ass against you, causing you to enter her body. Her fingers curled, as she felt her breasts pressed against the glass door once more.

“Mommy has been very bad… she will be punished accordingly.”

You wasted no time fucking her. Both of you didn’t want any sort of build up. From the very first entrance in her body you don’t hold back - giving her long, smooth strokes as your cock enters and exits her tight, hot pussy. Both of your desires - to fuck and be fucked make the sinful act even more pleasurable.

Eunbi opens her mouth, releasing noiseless screams as her thoughts melt away. She throws her back as she finally releases audible moans. You take this opportunity to squeeze her chin from behind, lowering your face close to her ear.

“Mommy likes her baby fucking her like this, doesn’t she.” you said while thrusting into her body.

“Fuck! Fuck yes… mommy likes… Oh! Fuck, baby! M-Mommy likes baby pounding her like t-this… Feeling y-your cock inside my tight pussy. Fuck… baby!”

You loved it. You loved hearing how Eunbi pretended to be a sweet, caring person in public - a far cry from the pleasure seeking, foul-mouthed woman she was in the bedroom.You loved cumming inside Eunbi, an act her body reacted to by tightening her pussy even more on your cock.

The two of you are fully absorbed in pleasure, the only sounds of your wet flesh colliding with each other as the uninterrupted streams of Eunbi’s moans cool down the hot shower as you roughly fucked her against the shower door. She tilts her head back, grabbing onto your hips as she pulls you in for a kiss while your cock penetrates her hot, wet pussy repeatedly. Her body is rocked with each thrust of your crotch against her pillowy soft ass.

“Baby…!” Eunbi screamed as she felt her desire and lust reach its peak. “Cum inside mommy!”

Nothing else mattered. All you cared about in this moment was your girlfriend’s wish for you to empty your semen inside her wanton body. Not Saerom, not Hyewon, not even Sakura. Eunbi was the only woman in your life you truly loved. And while she would later tell you her jaw still hurt from how hard you grabbed her chin, the quivering feeling of Eunbi’s body was what you desired most as you curled your toes and emptied hot, thick semen from your cock into her moist cavern. Each stream of your raw cum alleviates the pressure in your bodies and relaxes you both as you internally make Eunbi as yours.

Your own body slightly shudders as the two of you take awhile to recover. You were worried you hurt Eunbi - the two of you fondly recollecting the first times you were intimate. Just as you were about to speak, you hear her release a long, satisfied moan that lets you know she enjoyed the feeling of your cum inside her body and that she enjoyed your roughness.

Her eyes were filled with satisfaction, a softness to them that you usually saw when the two of you would make up over a fight. Eunbi loved you - and she knew you loved her just as much. Despite your incessant claims that you loved her more, she was thankful to have you in her life. As she turns her head and shares another deep, passionate kiss with you, your hand traces up her body and reaches her breast, firmly squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles as her tongue swipes your teeth and lets go. Both of you stared at each other, a look of fatigue in her bright, beautiful eyes that still slightly contained a hint of lust and passion. Her soft smile was one of the many things you loved about her, and as she gives you a quick peck, Eunbi finally speaks.

“Baby… we were supposed to get clean.”

--

It was Eunbi’s turn to make breakfast.

The two of you used up a lot of energy in a marathon of indulging in each other’s bodies. It was time to refuel yourselves. When you awoke from a nap the two of you took after the shower, the intoxicating aroma of sizzling bacon perfumed the air. You were greeted with Eunbi’s naked body, her cute, round butt visible as the thin fabric of an apron wrapped around her curvy body.

“Baby, I know you’re drooling from staring at my ass.”

It scared you sometimes how Eunbi didn’t need to turn around to know you were undressing her with your eyes. Although this time, she was already undressed and only wearing the apron she bought for your bedroom activities. You wipe your lower chin with the back of your hand, cursing yourself at Eunbi’s sharp skills.

The two of you enjoy the breakfast she made - which ended up being enough food for a family of four. As she raises her coffee cup and sips the amber colored liquid, she lets out a satisfied moan before turning to you.

“What do you want to do today, baby?”

“I’m… not sure. Do you have any ideas?”

“Hmm…” Eunbi said, pretending to think hard. You noticed the change in her expression as Eunbi leaves her seat and climbs onto your lap, resting comfortably on your thighs while wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Why don’t you savor the taste of mommy’s body, baby?”

“Don’t I do that everyday?” you said, pouting and rolling your eyes playfully.

“Baby…” Eunbi whined. You held onto her hips before planting tender kisses on the exposed skin of her chest and swiped the delicious line of her cleavage with your tongue.

“Does mommy want to start her morning off with dessert?” you asked, raising your eyebrow suggestively.

Eunbi nodded, the mischievous glint in her eyes appearing as she sees you catching her drift.

She pulls you closer to her as she nibbles on your lips, her tongue entering your mouth and exploring it. You caressed her soft, smooth skin before your hands rested firmly on her butt.

“Mommy wants her daily protein…” she said softly as her eyes became clouded with pleasure and lust.

You watched her lift her body off your lap as she removes your cotton boxer briefs and tosses them away. She stares at your cock hungrily, a look of satisfaction painted on her beautiful face. She bites her lower lip as your legs spread open instinctively, allowing her to sink her face into your crotch.

A comforting pleasure washes over your body as you feel her lips, tongue and mouth wrapped around your cock. It was truly an amazing feeling, with Eunbi bobbing her head up and down. One of your hands holds onto her coffee cup tightly while the other grips the back of her head as Eunbi takes your cock in and out of her hot, wet mouth.

You spread your legs more, allowing her more room as your head tilts back in pleasure. Every inch of your shaft that enters and exits her lips is coated generously with her saliva. You eventually gathered the strength to look down and find your hand holding your girlfriend’s head that is bobbing up and down. The sounds of the birds chirping and the warm sunlight rays entered the window as you enjoyed a morning blowjob from the love of your life.

You succeed in savoring the pleasure Eunbi was giving you, but knew her mouth made you powerless to resist her for too long.

“Fuck, mommy… I’m going to cum if you keep it up.” you said, knowing full well you wanted to start off a beautiful morning by cumming in her mouth.

Eunbi sucks your cock hard, her lips wrapped around the base of your shaft as she raises her head inch by inch while her tongue simultaneously runs along your underside. They retain a firm hold until the head of your cock is released with a loud pop.

“Cum in mommy’s mouth, baby. Feed me.”

While Saerom was not afraid to tell you guys loved cumming in her mouth and Hyewon didn’t particularly enjoy it, but knew it turned you on, you are reminded why Eunbi was truly the woman for you. She loved you cumming in her mouth, often telling you she needed to start off her day with it. The heavy desires the two of you had for each other fueled the passionate act she was performing between her legs.

Eunbi returned her mouth to your cock, hunger in her eyes as her lips parted effortlessly.

Your tight grip on her pink coffee mug made you afraid you would break it from the pleasure radiating from your lower body. If it were to happen, you know Eunbi wouldn’t let you touch her for a week. As you desperately tried to look for another outlet to prevent the pleasure from releasing, you accidentally looked down to find her massaging your balls while moving her tongue back and forth on the underside of your shaft.

“Mommy… fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

Eunbi’s head bobbed up and down rapidly on your cock as your orgasm finally courses from your head to your toes as you curl them and use both hands to tightly grip the back of her head and push her deeper into your crotch. Your shaft tightens, pulsing inside her mouth as it erupts and sends hot, thick semen into her mouth and throat.

Your body shivers in pleasure as you hold her head in place and your cock continues to pulse and empty your balls into her moist cavern. You didn’t care if she had trouble breathing as her head remained on your base as you savored the euphoric high. Once Eunbi feels your grip on her weakening, she releases her hold on your cock as your legs quiver from the small aftershocks. Looking up at you, her eyes formed half moon crescents. She opens her mouth and reveals her tongue and mouth painted white with your glistening freshly released cum.

She closes her mouth, tilting her head upwards and swallows - taking two gulps to do so as you watched her throat push the semen down her beautiful neck. She opens her mouth again and lets out a satisfied hum as you are greeted with her pink tongue.

Eunbi doesn’t speak a single word, her smile splayed on her slightly pouted lips as she gives you a kiss and carefully rises, turning around and untying the knots of her apron before letting it fall down her beautiful body and onto the floor. She leaves the kitchen and turns around, her plump ass still facing you as she uses her index finger and points it suggestively in a beckoning motion. You watched your girlfriend’s lusty smile as she slowly climbed up the stairs. Gathering strength from an unknown source, you quickly get out of your seat and run towards Eunbi. She giggles, trying - and failing to get a head start before you hug her from behind.

A beautiful start to the day was what you two needed - and how you wanted to spend every waking moment you could on this Earth with Kwon Eunbi.

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A Friend at Midnight

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Written for Maribat March Day 13 - Reverse Robins

Dick hated Gotham Academy. He hated the pretentious, overqualified teachers. He hated the stuck-up, shallow students. He hated their expensive cars and their designer clothes and their smug faces. He hated the way they sucked up to him to his face but called him a circus freak behind his back. Especially, Dick hated their parties, where they drank and smoked and got high on party drugs.

However, a new drug was emerging in the back alleys of Gotham and Batman needed to know how far it had reached. So, as the only member of the family still in high school, it was Dick's job to infiltrate the party and investigate exactly what type of drugs his classmates were using. Dick wasn't happy about it but he didn't have much of a choice. Robin was Batman's sidekick, which meant that he didn't get to pick and choose his missions.

After an hour at Tony McLaughlin's house party Dick could safely say that the worst drug at the party was some ecstasy that Tony's older brother supplied. All Dick wanted to do was wash his hands and get away from the party, hopefully with enough time that he could still patrol with Tim. Dick rarely got to patrol with his older brother, who was so busy with his classes at Gotham University that he only ever came home during breaks.

Dick's plans for the night were derailed when he walked into the bathroom to see a girl lying in the bathtub, headphones in her eyes. Her eyes were closed, mascara messy from the tears. Dick recognized her as one of Lila's friends. She was a quiet girl, which was odd because most of Lila's friends were just as obnoxiously talkative as Lila.

"Are you alright?" asked Dick.

The girl blinked open her eyes. "I'm fine. I just wanted to get away from Lila."

At that moment, Lila Rossi poked her head through the bathroom door. "Dick, how nice to see you here." Lila said his name like it was honey on her tongue, lips curling into a smile as she spoke. Her eyes, however, betrayed her intentions. Dick was good at reading people. Good enough to know that Lila Rossi was bad news. "I didn't think you came to parties like this, not that I'm complaining. I see you've met the foreign exchange student that my family is hosting, Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

It said a lot about Lila, thought Dick, that she said Marinette's relation to her before she said Marinette's name.

Dick shrugged, putting on his best nonchalant expression. "I just came to check it out. I was about to leave, anyway.

"You should stay. I'm sure you want to get to know Marinette. Isn't she just the cutest? We're best friends, Marinette and I." Lila got a little closer to Dick with every sentence until she was nearly pressed against his chest.

"Actually, I'm going home." Marinette pulled herself up out of the bathroom. Dick noted a few more details about her that he had missed in his first evaluation. There was alcohol on her breath as well as a plastic cup half-full of beer beside the bathtub. There was a bruise on the left side of her face, expertly hidden under her thick coat of makeup but easily detected by Dick, who was trained to recognize signs of abuse. There were also bruises on her knees, slightly obscured beneath her opaque tights, and scrapes on the palms of her hands. The evidence was overwhelming that there was something wrong with Marinette.

Lila rolled her eyes. "We're not leaving until the party's over."

"I'll take an uber."

"You didn't bring your wallet. How are you going to pay for that uber?" asked Lila, her tone starting to harden.

"I can drive Marinette home," said Dick. His offer was half a kindness towards Marinette, who looked like hell even though she was one of the most sober people at the party, and half because it gave him an excuse to leave without blowing his cover as just another partygoer.

"I don't think that's appropriate," said Lila. She looked scandalized at the suggestion that Dick and Marinette would go home together, which was an odd choice, considering she had propositioned Dick many times in his years at Gotham Academy.

"I don't care" Marinette walked out of the bathroom without another word, leaving Dick to trail after her as she made her way to the door, only detouring to grab a coat off of the back of one of the couches in the living room. She walked through the house like she owned the place, shooting glares at anyone who dared to get in her way. Dick didn't know how he had never noticed Marinette before - or, more accurately, he didn't know how he never saw through the mask of an empty-headed party girl that she put on when she was around Lila.

As soon as they left the house, Marinette started shivery, the cold December wind whipping her hair around her head. Dick showed her to his car and she climbed into the passenger seat, warming her hands against the heating vent as soon as he turned the car on.

"Where do you live?" asked Dick once they pulled out of the driveway.

"Lila's house is over on Washington Street," spoke Marinette, shifting in her seat so that she was hugging her knees.

Dick drove in silence, pretending out of politeness that he couldn't see the tears that started to slip down Marinette's face. However, when Marinette broke down in sobs it was much more difficult to not notice. "Could you pull over?" asked Marinette, sniffling as she spoke.

"Sure." Dick pulled his car into a gas station parking lot. After a few minutes, Marinette calmed down, her tears drying up.

"I'm sorry. I've just been having a hard time. Gotham is a big change from Paris," apologized Marinette.

"Lila said you were a foreign exchange student," noted Dick.

Marinette stared out the window and watched the cars driving by. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"And now?"

Marinette turned to look at him, an unnerving sadness in her blue eyes. "Have you ever noticed how terrible Gotham is? There's so much pain out there and I can't escape it. It sucks you in and makes you feel like you deserve it."

"I'm not sure I understand."

"I guess I should explain how I got here. When I decided that I wanted to participate in the foreign exchange program, I was given a choice between a couple of different host families. Lila called me up on the phone every night for a week before I made my choice assuring me that we would be best friends. All I wanted was a best friend, so I chose her, only to find out that every word she said to me was a lie. At first, Lila just wanted someone to torment, to make herself look and feel better. But when she couldn't wear me down fast enough, she changed tactics. She started taking me to parties and forcing me to get drunk and parading me around in front of her rich friends."

"Can you change host families?"

Marinette shook her head. "All of the other host families for Gotham Academy were given students of their own. Unless another family enrolls half-way through the semester, I'm stuck with Lila. I only left her at the party to get a moment away from her constant attention. I just needed a break."

With this new information, Dick could begin to see how Lila had worn away at Marinette. The girl looked exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes that were only half-hidden by her makeup.

"If you want to get away from Lila for the night, I could take you to my house. We have plenty of spare bedrooms."

The relief in Marinette's eyes was enough to break Dick's heart. It was obvious that Lila's abuse had taken its toll on the girl. "Thank you."

Dick turned the car around and started driving back to the Manor.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marinette piped up.

"Sure."

"Why did Lila call you a dick? She's usually much better behaved around attractive boys."

Dick let out a laugh. "My name is Dick."

Marinette tilted her head in confusion. "I thought that your name was Grayson?"

"Richard Grayson, but I go by Dick. But I think the more important thing to pay attention to is the fact that you called me attractive."

Marinette blushed. "I'm not going to flatter you by debating an objective fact."

"So you think my attractiveness is an objective fact?" teased Dick.

Marinette groaned. "I just can't win with you, can I?"

"Not if I can help it." Dick pulled the car up the driveway and into the garage. "Let's get you inside. You look cold."

Marinette glanced down at her outfit, the dress that was four inches shorter than the Gotham Academy regulation skirts and the white tights that were so thin they couldn't hide the bruises that marred her knees. "I wanted to wear pants, but Lila threatened to throw out all of my jeans if I didn't put a dress on."

Dick frowned, already making plans to have Bruce open up one of the spare bedrooms for Marinette permanently. There was no way he was sending Marinette back into the lion's den that was the Rossi household. "We've got company!" yelled Dick as he and Marinette came in through the side door. It was best to warn his family when there was company over so that they could at least pretend to be a normal family that didn't spend their nights fighting crime.

Dick led Marinette through the kitchen and into the foyer, just as Tim was coming down the stairs two at a time. "Who's our company?" he asked, giving Marinette an interested look.

"I offered Marinette her one of the spare rooms to spend the night," explained Dick.

"I'm Marinette." Marinette gave Tim a wave. Dick was struck by how different this Marinette looked from the girl who stormed through the McLaughlin's living room like everyone there was beneath her. In the empty foyer of Wayne Manor, with a hesitant smile on her face, Marinette looked vulnerable. Dick could tell that this was the real Marinette, not the mask she wore in front of Lila.

"It's nice to meet you, Marinette. I'm Tim." Tim turned his attention back to Dick, narrowing his eyes. "I"m going to tell Bruce about our guest while you show Marinette to her rooms."

Dick nodded. "Sure, I'll meet you at Bruce's office."

"I hope I'm not causing any trouble," said Marinette once they were alone and making their way to the guest wing.

Dick shook his house. "My brothers have friends over all the time. You're much better behaved than anyone Jason has brought home."

"I'll be on my best behavior," promised Marinette, giving Dick a tentative smile as she brushed one hand against Dick's forearm and the other against the doorknob of the door that would be hers for the night. "Thanks for taking me home."

"No problem," said Dick. As soon as he heard the latch of Marinette's door click he was walking to Bruce's office. Dick was certain that Bruce would have no qualms opening up his house to Marinette once Dick explained her situation. Bruce had a soft spot for kids with dark hair and blue eyes who came from troubled home situations.

All three of his brothers were in Bruce's office by the time Dick entered the room.

"Welcome back, Grayson," Damian spoke first. The neutral look on his brother's face was Dick's first indication that something might have gotten lost in translation when Tim saw him bringing Marinette into the Manor. Looking back, he probably should have warned them ahead of time. Sneaking (though sneaking wasn't necessarily the right word for it since he announced their presence as soon as they got through the door) a drunk girl through the side door might not have been the best idea.

"I heard you brought a friend home with you," said Bruce, his tone aggressively non-judgmental.

Jason wasn't so considerate - his voice was hot with disapproval. "I thought your mission was reconnaissance only. I don't think that bringing home some sleazy drunk girl was a part of that mission."

Dick glowered at Jason, who had been in a bad mood since Bruce discovered and disposed of his stash of cigarettes earlier that week. “Don’t talk about Marinette like that. She didn't have anywhere safe to go, so I brought her here until she finds a place to stay."

"Why don't you take a seat and explain what happened tonight, before we jump to any conclusion." Bruce directed the last part of his statement towards Jason, who pointedly refused to look guilty.

"Marinette is an exchange student from Paris. Her host family has been allowing their daughter to take advantage of her. Lila Rossi has been taking Marinette to parties and plying her with alcohol as some sort of party trick for her friends, knowing that Marinette can't escape the situation without losing her spot in the exchange program. I couldn't, in good conscience, allow Marinette to return home to them, so when she expressed a desire to stay the night somewhere else, I offered up one of the guest bedrooms."

Jason had the decency to look guilty. "I guess I should apologize for jumping to conclusions. Sorry, Dickie Bird. I should've known you wouldn't try anything."

"Is there any way for her to switch host families?" asked Tim, the problem-solver of his brothers.

Dick nodded. "The only issue with her switching host families is that there are none available right now for her to stay with. I'm sure that won't be an issue much longer."

Bruce had his laptop out and was composing an email before Dick finished his sentence. "I'll arrange for our family to be registered as a host family for the Gotham Academy Foreign Exchange Program. Hopefully, we can get this all sorted out soon so that Marinette can move in over the weekend."

Dick grinned. His family might drive him crazy sometimes, but they always pulled through for him in the end. Marinette wouldn't have to worry anymore. His family would keep her safe.

@maribatmarch-2k21

[brockadoodles]

ho ho hopefully - t. seguin

AN: This is like... PURE fluff. Pure soft, Christmas themed, fluffy fluff with our resident idiot, Segs. But like, kind of what we deserve for Christmas, no? Totally based on the BEST Christmas song in existence, Ho Ho Hopefully, by the Maine. Tagging the seggy queen @texanstarslove​ in this one, since I think she’ll enjoy it. It’s a bit shorter than most, but let me know what you think!

Word Count: 2222

Warnings: None.

December first, I’m in a foreign state, I’m running late, I’m all alone, wishing I was home with you, baby.

It shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have been a big deal to miss it. It was one year, objectively, you could start on December second, or third, or fourth, or all the way up until Christmas Day and it shouldn’t matter. But there was something about December first, how the first signs of Christmas would start popping up, with lights beginning to pop up on homes and trees slowly starting to be seen in the windows, families decorating together. You probably liked December first more than you even liked Christmas because something about that transitional time from autumn scenery into snow-covered streets that actually made sense was comforting, and with everything going on in your life as of late, the only thing you wanted was to be home on December first, with him.

Tyler knew that December first was special. He knew from the years of knowing and falling in love with you how your eyes lit up at the smallest things, like the first snowfall of the season, even though Vancouver rarely got snow. He knew from the way his own heartbeat faster around you that first year you insisted he help you with a tree, his own love for you he was trying to keep at bay trickling through to the surface. He knew that being home with you was inarguably the one thing you wanted, and there he was stuck in an airport lounge in Boston feeling the farthest away from you he could possibly feel on your favorite day of the year. 

Tyler looked out the window. His eyes were still as he watched the storm get worse and worse outside. Muffled airport announcements in monotone voices announcing delay after delay in flights. Boston was an eight and a half hour flight from Vancouver, and reality was settling in that his chance at maybe, just maybe making it to you with an hour to spare was steadily decreasing with each inch of snow that was falling onto the ground. 

Tyler knew when you started dating that it would be hard. The distance between Dallas and Vancouver was already a hurdle, but the added layer of his career and your own job made the relationship seem nearly impossible. It felt at times like you were two people dangling from a rope, trying to balance too many things at once simply just to be together. But he’d hear your soft voice on the phone, “I can’t wait to see you” murmuring from your lips and it made it all worth it, it made the time difference, the traveling, and the hardships worth it anytime you’d utter those words. 

He wasn’t even entirely sure how it happened, him falling so hard for someone who was almost always half a world away. Everyone in his life cautioned him against it, saying that there was no way it could work, you’re too different of people and too different of lives and it wasn’t rational. But Tyler didn’t care to be rational, because you were his best irrational choice he had ever made, and he knew he was lucky that he got to love you. 

Tyler held his head in his hands and tried to tell himself that it would be okay. He was still getting to see you later that month for Christmas and that was what mattered. But he also couldn’t help being unfathomably irritated at the bad weather that he couldn’t control, the watered-down shitty Dunkin coffee sitting next to him, and the repetitive cycle of delayed flight announcements ruining what was supposed to be an incredible surprise. The Stars had been in Boston finishing up a long road trip where they would now have two days off before a short home stretch of games. The timing had lined up perfectly so that if he flew straight from Boston to Vancouver, he’d get almost two days with you, one of which being your favorite day of the year. But now as he sat in the terminal, the hope of seeing you just kept dwindling bit by bit, and he was coming to the deafening realization that maybe it just wasn’t meant to work out. 

“Any news?” Tyler turned his head quickly at the voice coming from his left. Jamie sat down next to his teammate with a soft frown on his face. Tyler just shook his head and took a sip of his coffee, growing more irritated by the minute. The only thing getting him through it was knowing that even though his surprise was crumbling, you at least couldn’t be disappointed in it since you had no idea he was even planning to come in the first place. But what Tyler didn’t know was that Jamie Benn loved a lot of things, one of which being a classic romantic Christmas surprise, and you had been scheming up a surprise of your own. 

It was a last minute surprise, an idea that you had panickingly called Jamie over just the week prior. You had been going through what might have been the worst day you’d had in months, one of those days where every single event felt like the worst thing in the world. You remember curling up on your couch and crying as you looked through the calendar and Tyler’s schedule, trying to piece together how you could swing a surprise visit between their pre-Christmas packed schedule and your own lack of vacation time from work. It felt like the pieces weren’t fitting, and you were desperate to try. So that’s when you called Jamie, and he patiently combed through the practice schedule with you, helped you book a flight and promised to keep it an absolute secret from your boyfriend. 

The thing that Tyler didn’t know was that you were also sitting in an airport terminal with a shitty coffee in your hand, waiting anxiously for a flight of your own, the first flight of two that in six and a half hours time would land you back in the lone star state. The main difference was that there was no snow where you were, and all that you had to do was board the plane and show up, Jamie said he would take care of the rest. 

You had everything worked out, Jamie had made sure he wouldn’t suspect anything, his dog sitter knew when you were coming, and you had even packed a goofy Christmas sweater for him to wear while you hopefully decorated together. Long-distance with him was hard, but when the schedule seemed to allow for a quick visit, you gladly took what you could get, willingly ready to be tired from the flights even if it meant just a few hours with him. 

Each visit you found yourself breaking more and more when it ended, the days between were starting to feel dreaded. Your work was no longer enjoyable. It felt like you were stagnant in Vancouver, with most of your heart nestled safely in whatever city Tyler happened to be in that night. If you were honest with yourself, you knew that this was going to burn out, the distance was going to take its toll on the both of you, and sitting in that airport ready to go see him for the first time in a few weeks, you found yourself thinking for the first time about the idea of not coming back to Vancouver. 

Your phone rang in your hand, Tyler’s photo filling up the screen. You set your coffee down and slid your thumb across to answer, smiling slightly in excitement.

“Hey.” you hummed, hoping that your headphones would drown out any announcements about flights that were periodically coming through the speakers around you. The airport was busy, as was to be expected this time of year, but you had worked hard to keep this a secret from him and the last thing you wanted was a muffled airport announcement blowing the surprise fifteen minutes before you were set to get on a fight. 

“Hi, baby.” He sighed. You could tell something was off, you could always tell. You and Tyler knew each other so well, the distance between you forcing you both to pick up on things between each other. The things that were highs and the shifts in tone that indicated something was wrong, you both knew. You had memorized all of his little habits, from the typical stuff like how he preferred apples in his oats or how he had to nap at the same time before every game, to the things that people who didn’t know him didn’t have the privilege to see. Like the way he lit up when his sisters would call, or how he was really hard on himself, even when he shouldn’t be. You just knew him, all of his good things and all of his flaws and you loved him endlessly through all of it. You frowned slightly and opened your mouth to speak but he started before you could.

“I’m heading back to Dallas. Our flight was delayed, big snowstorm here.” He groaned. He hated that he was telling you this without entirely telling you why he was upset. But Jamie was next to him, and even if Tyler didn’t want to believe that he was right, deep down he knew the surprise wasn’t going to work, and as much as it sucked, he needed to just go back to Dallas and accept the fact that he would have to wait a few more weeks to see you not through a phone screen. 

“I just really fucking miss you.” He admitted and your heart cracked. You could hear in his voice how bad it was, and it only strengthened the feeling of stopping all of the distance between you altogether. 

“I miss you, too, bub. But, only a couple of more weeks.” You raised the tenor of your voice a bit, hoping that it would get him a bit excited about Christmas together. 

“Yeah, wish it was sooner, though.” 

You talked with Tyler for a few more minutes, tapping your foot slightly as you waited for your boarding number to be called. When you ended the call and boarded your flight, that feeling came back. The feeling of wondering if Vancouver could really truly be your home anymore when half of your soul was in Dallas. You spent the whole flight thinking about it, even though deep down you had no doubts about your decision. All it took to confirm it was his strained voice on the other end of the line, the pent of frustrations he was feeling about missing you just as much as you missed him. 

Tyler carried his bags through the entryway, exhaustion finally setting in right next to his already bad mood. Gerry, Marshall, and Cash came running up to him, excited to see him and lifting his spirits just enough as he greeted them and then combed through his mail that was sitting on the table. He tossed his bags down and kicked off his shoes, not wanting to bother with taking them upstairs yet. He knew that the dog sitter had left, he had told her when he was coming in. He was honestly looking forward to just relaxing on his couch, face-timing you, and going to sleep. He was supposed to be in Vancouver, walking up to your door and seeing you, and he didn’t have it in him to not sulk about that. 

He walked toward the kitchen, freezing a bit when he saw bags of Christmas decorations on the counter. He poked around, sifting through the various bags wondering who had dropped them off or if he had somehow placed an order for Christmas decorations that he forgot about. He got to one bag, a small brown one with a ribbon on the side. It was probably a gift, but when he saw the note with his name scribbled on the front he quickly opened it. 

We go together like the winter and a sweater <3 

He recognized your handwriting immediately as he opened the bag, pulling out a bright red sweater, laughing softly at the horrible snow-related Christmas pun that was screen printed on the front. He felt warm at how you somehow must have known he needed the pick me up. He kept combing through the bags, various ornaments, and knickknacks, and other decors were littered throughout them. He knew it was you, he wasn’t sure how you coordinated this but he knew you were the reason it looked like Christmas was about to throw up in his kitchen. He smiled a bit, his bad mood lifting when he realized what this probably meant. You probably wanted to decorate on facetime together, a compromise for not being able to actually be with each other and the idea melted his heart. 

Tyler walked over to the fridge, cracking open a beer as he unlocked his phone to call you. As the phone was ringing, the dogs started barking like crazy, running back from the kitchen to the front door. He didn’t think much of it until he nearly dropped his phone when he heard your voice. 

“Shh, shh, hi boys. Hi! Oh my gosh, hi Gerry.” You laughed, petting each of the dogs as you walked further into the house. You had takeout in your hands and were so focused on not dropping it from the dog’s excitement that you didn’t even realize Tyler’s bags were sitting against the wall in the entryway.

“You’re here.” You jumped at the sound of his voice, smiling big as he walked over to where you were standing. You were wearing one of his sweatshirts, his name sprawled across your back, a sight that he never grew tired of seeing and you were carrying bags of what appeared to be take out in your arms. You had slippers on and your hair up, an indication of how relaxed you were. He couldn’t help but internally groan, seeing how comfortable you were in his house, the one he wanted to be your home, too. You quickly set the food on the kitchen table, meeting him halfway. He pulled you in tight and you listened to his heart beating against your ear. 

“Fuck, I can’t believe you’re really here. I was going to surprise you.” He whispered, tilting your head up to kiss you. You smiled into the kiss, your heart already telling you what you needed to talk to him about. You didn’t have any doubts about it anymore. Dallas was where you needed to be. It was where Tyler needed you to be, and standing there in his kitchen with Christmas decorations littered all around you and him holding you like this, you were ready. Every buildup to this moment had led you here, in slippers in his kitchen ready to ask him to take another step with you, hoping that he’d grab your hand as he did so. 

“I’m really here. Jamie actually helped, he made sure I could get in and made sure you had no idea.” Tyler had never been more appreciative of his best friend. He should have known Jamie would have a hand in a surprise like this, this had secret softie Jamie Benn written all over it, and he adored you, often warning Tyler not to fuck it up with you. 

“Remind me to thank him, because wow. Best surprise ever, honestly.” He melted into you. He didn’t care if it was cheesy, or something straight from a bad Christmas movie. He’d watch 100 of those Lifetime movies because the feeling he was experiencing now with you in his arms was probably the exact emotion those cliche Christmas films tried to convey. 

“Tyler, I wanted to ask you something.” You said, pulling back just enough to look at him.

“Anything.” He kissed you once more, still in disbelief that you had pulled off a surprise when his had fallen so flat. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore, the missed calls, the flights, all of it. I just want to be here, all the time with you.” You smiled. Your stomach was bubbling with nerves as you studied his face for any reaction or reason that maybe he wasn’t ready for that yet. It would be complicated, figuring out how to actually stay in Dallas and be together. But a strenuous Visa application was the least of your worries if it meant that you’d finally get to be with him. Tyler grinned, picking you up and setting you on the table, kissing you hard as he stood between your legs. 

“Please tell me that means you want to move here.” He mumbled against your lips. You just kissed him once more. 

“There’s nothing else I want. Well I kind of want the food I brought, and maybe we could decorate for Christmas since it’s my favorite day, but like, definitely want to move here the most.” You laughed slightly as you spoke. Tyler just smiled at you, a breathtaking, heartfelt smile that made butterflies swirl around in your stomach. It was an exciting step in your relationship, and you couldn’t help but think about how much you loved December first again, this time for a new reason, because now it was the signifier in a new start with the person you loved. You didn’t care that it was only December first, because to you, this was better than anything you could have received on Christmas Day. 

[marshmallow-phd]

Book of the Dead

Genre: The Mummy AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: After traveling to the fabled city of Hamunaptra, you read from the Book of the Dead and accidentally resurrect an ancient mummy with extraordinary powers and quest for revenge. The only thing to do now is try and convince your less-than-traditional guide to help you save the world. 

Part 1 I Part 2

**

“I just said a few sentences!”

“What did you do that for!”

“Well, I didn’t know that that would happen!”

You stared at the aggravating, self-absorbed, cocky Korean soldier and wondered why on earth you had decided to negotiate for this man’s life. 

Alright, you did know why. You needed him to show you to Hamunuptra - the fabled City of the Dead. 

Too many times you had stood in front of the museum curator with pages and pages of references and evidence that the place existed and just needed a small team of archeologists in order to track it down. He’d shot you down every time. And each time he took the liberty of reminding you that while your father was an exceptional explorer who had many successes under his belt, you were a woman whose life had been spent between the shelves, cataloging. Your adventures consisted of the fictional kind, devouring any novel you could when you weren’t archiving the latest crate of artifacts and texts. 

Then your cousin showed up. Your normally useless, hare-brained, erratic, drunkard cousin showed up at your apartment with a “fun new artifact” he found on his latest trip. And suddenly your luck had completely turned around. 

Or so you thought. 

Now you were standing in the middle of Hamunaptra, feet sinking into the unstable sand, with an empty sarcophagus and everyone blaming you because you did what you did best - read.

It was only a book. Albeit, a very heavy, possibly-made-of-painted-solid-gold book that was written in the dead language of ancient Egypt, but still. What harm had ever come from reading a book?

Kim Junmyeon stared at you as if you were the one who had risen from the dead. You were still stunned at how different he looked from when you had first met him in that smelly prison, minutes away from being hanged. His hair had been long and stringy, clumps of dirt clinging to the dark brown strands that brushed his shoulders. Now it was shorter, cut above his ears and gelled back in the current style that almost made him look like a gentleman. The several days’ stubble was long gone to reveal smooth skin and a sharp jawline. He was actually very handsome - when he was cleaned up. 

Stupid, you hissed at yourself. Now was not the time for this. Because right now there seemed to be a reanimated mummy running around here. And by the looks of Barney’s husk of a body lying deep within the temple underground, it was hungry. 

As it should be, given the three thousand years it spent locked up under piles of sand. 

“Really, you should have been more careful!” your cousin, Baekhyun, scolded. 

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. You were the one who snatched the key off of Mr. Kim here at one of your seedy bars and then proceeded to lie to me and say that you found it on a dig in Thebes which in turn brought us here!”

Baekhyun opened and closed his mouth as he searched for a possible retort. 

“I think this is more your fault,” Kim Junmyeon’s own cousin and traveling partner, Oh Sehun, said. “You told us to go down a level and dig under the statue, which in turn,” he mocked your tone almost precisely, “caused the mummy to be able to get out of his sarcophagus. If we had dug somewhere else entirely, then he’d still be trapped under the statue of Anubis.”

“Despite the fact that it was two layers deep, nothing would have been able to hold a victim of the Hom-Dai.”

“Would have given poor Barney a chance,” Kim Junmyeon muttered under his breath. You shot him a glare that he hardly noticed. 

“I say that we get out of here and to the safety of the city before the mummy finds us.” Oh Sehun swallowed thickly. “Or worse. The beetles find us.” The supposedly brave soldier who had two pistols hanging under each arm was more terrified of the flesh eating bugs than he was the living mummy that was bringing about the ten plagues of Egypt. You’d already lived through the locust infestation, but that was always the most minor of the plagues. In your opinion. 

“We told you to leave,” Ardeth said in that low, monotone voice that made him seem centuries old. You had only known him for a few hours, but you already feared and respected him. Despite the fact that he had attacked your campsite the night before. “Now you have condemned the whole world to the very monster that we have spent three thousand years keeping hidden.”

Kim Junmyeon finally tore his face away from yours. “I told you. I shot him. He went down.”

“Mortal weapons are useless against this creature. None can kill him.” Stepping up, he stood toe to toe with the soldier who led you here. “A gun is nothing more than a fly to him. He will never eat. He will never sleep. And he will never stop. Not until this world is only sand.”

Though still not completely backing down, Kim Junmyeon took hold of your arm. “Come on. We’re going back to Cairo.”

**

The camel ride back to the city was long, tiring, and a bit painful, if you were honest. The inside of your thighs were sore from keeping you up right on the animal’s back for hours on end under the blazing heat. You were used to the comfortable back seat of a car, even if the roads here tended to be on the bumpier side. Kim Junmyeon stayed at your side the entire time, up until you were back in your hotel room. All your things were still in there. That was nice, even if it was to be expected. The desk clerk had sworn he would keep the room reserved for you until you made it back. And now that you had, you were on to the next fight. 

“We’re not going anywhere!” 

Kim Junmyeon pretended not to hear you as he started emptying the dresser drawers of your clothes and stuffing them in your suitcases lying open on the bed.

“Excuse me! I said we’re not going anywhere!” As soon as he stepped away again, you slammed the suitcase shut. A stray white cat that you didn’t have the heart to remove from your room took advantage of the newly available space and laid down on the surface of the luggage. Unbothered by the argument taking place in its presences, it purred as it curled into a ball and closed its eyes. 

“You keep using the word ‘we’ and I’m not sure why,” he said. “I believe you were the one who woke him up in the first place.”

“Yes, I get it!” you shouted. “Everyone can blame me because I read the damn book, but that is why we need to stop him.”

He closed the empty drawer and turned back around to face you. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You heard Ardeth. No mortal weapon can kill this guy.”

“That’s why we’re going to find some immortal ones.”

He pulled a pair of rounded glasses from his pocket, wiped the lenses with his shirt, and stuck them on the bridge of his nose. “There goes that ‘we’ business again.”

You huffed, trying not to focus on the newest version of the soldier now being presented in front of you. “Yes, we. Because this curse will continue to get worse until the whole world is destroyed.”

“And that’s my problem?”

“It is everybody’s problem! You live here, too!”

Kim Junmyeon stepped up until he was mere inches away. “Listen. I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I agreed to this idiotic mission my objective was to show you the way and then bring you back here. I have done that. End of job. End of story. Contract terminated.”

You tried not to show how his last few words affected you. Though you had been a little intoxicated two nights ago, you still very much remembered how sweet he had been, how he had listened to you go on and on about your parents and how much you wanted to be a famous adventurer like your father. And how you almost kissed him. And how he was going to kiss you back. Stupidly, you had thought that there was something growing between you. Apparently, you had been wrong. 

“Is that all I am to you?” you whispered. “A contract?”

Kim Junmyeon blew out haughtily from his nose. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed. He opened his mouth and then closed it. You waited in hopes that he would contradict you. That he would say, no that was not all you were to him. And it really seemed like he would be saying something along those lines. But other words came out instead. 

“Look. You can either come with me or you can try and stay here and save the world. So. What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “I’m staying.”

“Fine.” He headed for the door. 

“Fine,” you bit back, following him. 

“Fine,” he threw at you again as he barely glanced over his shoulder.

“Fine!”

“Fine!” 

He got the last word in before slamming the door to your room shut. 

You huffed as you crossed your arms. Yet, as angry as you were, you still hoped that he would come back. That he wouldn’t let you take this on alone. But the footsteps on the other faded away and you were alone.

Looking around your room, you didn’t think there was much you could do. So, you did what you were best at. You grabbed all the books you thought could help you and got to reading. 

While sitting in the wicker chair in the corner, you skipped around the books and pages, clinging on to any small word that you thought could lead you to a possible solution. There wasn’t much to be found, unfortunately. Most works spoke of how to perform the Hom-Dai and how it should never be performed due to the curse that awaits should the victim ever be awakened. You already knew that. You needed specifics on what to do after the victim came back. 

“(Y/n)!”

Kim Junmyeon came bursting back into your room. You slammed the book in your hands closed, feeling very high and mighty indeed.

“Ah. Mr. Kim. Have you changed your mind?”

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s here!”

“What!”

He didn’t clarify as he hoisted you up out of the chair and pulled you out of the room, and into the hall. Through the windows, you watched in horror as fire fell from the heavens. The balls of flame engulfed anything it touched when it landed, whether it be plant or human life. Turning a corner, Kim Junmyeon ran into a room you knew was occupied by another one of the Americans that you had ran into on your way to Hamunaptra. You gasped. 

In the chair, now nothing more than dried, husky skin and hollow bones was… oh, dear you couldn’t remember his name. You hadn’t bothered to learn them. You and Baekhyun had simply referred to them as the “Bloody Americans”. You were feeling a bit awful about that at the moment. 

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on that. Standing in front of the fireplace was a new version of the mummy. His skin was starting to come together, though patches were still missing, allowing you to see the gray bone and lack of organs underneath. Kim Junmyeon pulled out both of his guns as the mummy stalked forward. 

“We are in deep trouble,” he murmured before opening fire. The loud pops banged on your poor eardrums. You stumbled back a few steps to try and soften their blows. It didn’t work. 

The bullets passed through the mummy as if they didn’t exist at all. Even when Oh Sehun and the other Americans came running into the room and firing off their own guns, the mummy still kept going. He shoved Kim Junmyeon back into the others as if he were nothing more than old wrappings. Then he turned on you. 

Completely unarmed, you stumbled back until you were betrayed by the bookshelf behind you. There was nowhere to run. Instead of sucking out your liver, however, he spoke. 

“You were the one who saved me from the afterlife.” His words were haunting, echoing as if he was speaking in a cavern. And the language he spoke… ancient Egyptian. You weren’t sure why you expected to speak anything else. Coming in closer, he lowered his voice. “I thank you.” 

He leaned in his head, those very human eyes lowering to your lips. You turned your head away to try and avoid the kiss, confused as to why he was trying to seduce you. 

Sharp, unpleasing notes from the piano pierced through the air. The mummy turned and gasped when he saw the white cat from your room walking across the keys. In a whirl of sand, he fled from the room. 

“Oh, thank god,” you said with a heavy breath.

“No kidding,” Kim Junmyeon groaned as he sat up. 

You ran to his side, fearful that he might have been injured. “Are you alright, Mr. Kim?”

“Yes,” he huffed. With a very odd expression, he added, “And I told you to call me Junmyeon.”

To be honest, after your fight, you didn’t think you would be allowed to anymore. A strange silence settled between you. He was trying to say something with his gaze, but you couldn’t interpret it. So, instead, you helped him to his feet. “Come on. I know who we need to talk to about all of this.”

It took a while to get back to the museum that had employed you for the past year or so. Every street was full of panicking people. Flames no longer fell from the heavens, but little fires still raged on homes and carts. The Americans had declared that they were coming along, so your group was slower in moving. Although you didn’t really want the mummy bait to be anywhere near you, Junmyeon and Sehun decided that it would be better to keep an eye on them and - hopefully - keep them out of the mummy’s grasp. 

“Dr. Bey!” You ran into the museum’s main storage room, happy when you saw the curator. But then you skidded to a stop at the sight that he wasn’t alone. 

Ardeth was talking with him in hushed tones that stopped the second you appeared. Both men turned towards you, the curator wearing a very readable expression. It was one that stunk of “I told you so”. The others were only a few steps behind. As soon they, too, saw the unexpected visitor, Junmyeon, Sehun, and the Americans pulled out their guns while Baekhyun simply squeaked in surprise. 

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Bey greeted as if this were any old meeting on a Tuesday. 

“What is he doing here?” Junmyeon demanded. Even with the black tattoos etched under Ardeth’s eyes, you could tell that he was tired, dark circles from lack of sleep bruising his skin. 

Dr. Bey raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to know? Or perhaps you would prefer to just shoot us?”

“Either sounds good.” Junmyeon cocked back the hammer of one of his guns for emphasis. 

“Stop it,” you hissed. “Bullets won’t do any good here. Besides, you might damage some of the artifacts.”

Junmyeon failed to suppress a laugh over your concern. Despite the present danger, you still didn’t want to see the carriages or sacred jars damaged because someone got trigger happy. So, Junmyeon holstered his guns and the others soon followed suit. “All right. I’ll give a little faith.”

Dr. Bey motioned for the group to follow him in deeper. “We’re part of a secret society-”

“Aren’t they all?” Baekhyun muttered. Both you and Dr. Bey shot him glares that made him snap his mouth shut. 

“For over three thousand years, we have guarded the City of the Dead. Once we reach manhood, we swear an oath to do anything and everything in our power to stop the high priest Imhotep from rising from the grave.”

“And now we have failed. Thanks to you.” Ardeth gave you a particularly pointed look. 

By now, you were getting very irritated with the constant finger pointing. What was done was done. You were not going to show him any cowardice. “And that justifies the murder of innocent people?” 

“Hm. To stop this creature?” Dr. Bey pretended to think for a moment. “Yes.”

Junmyeon, untroubled by that, raised his hand from the golden seat of a dead royal that he had taken over. “I have a question. Why doesn’t he seem to like cats?”

“Cats are the guardians of the underworld. He will fear them until he reaches full regeneration.”

“Then there will be nothing that he fears.” Worry was very much apparent in the soldier’s voice.

“And you know how he gets regenerated?” one of the Americans asked rhetorically. 

The other one finished. “By tracking those of us down who opened the chest and sucking us dry like a nomad in the desert, that’s how!”

It was completely pointless to go over the things that were already known. Now was the time to try and piece the unused parts together. Two particular moments were sticking out in your head. 

“Back in Hamunaptra, the priest - Imhotep - he called me Ack-Su-Namun. And then just now at the hotel, he….” You cringed at the memory, thankful that you didn’t have to feel the decomposed skin against your own. “He tried to kiss me.”

“It’s because of Anck-Su-Namun and his love for her that he was cursed,” Dr. Bey explained, exchanging a look with Ardeth. “Even after all this time….”

“He’s still in love with her?” Sehun finished with a scoff. 

You appreciated the backstory, however - “As romantic as that is, what does that have to do with me?”

“Perhaps he will try to raise her from the dead once again?” Ardeth guessed. 

“Yes,” Dr. Bey agreed solemnly. “And it would seem that he has already chosen his human sacrifice.”

All eyes in the room turned to you. Wonderful. 

Not only were you the one who read from the book and raised him, but you would also be responsible for the return of his beloved, who was the reason he was cursed in the first place. Absolutely beautiful. 

Baekhuyn came up behind you and patted your shoulder. “That is some rotten luck, dear cousin.”

“Actually, this could work in our favor,” Dr. Bey countered. “It could give us time that we desperately need to kill the creature.”

“We’ll need every second, I think,” Sehun said. He pointed towards the ceiling. “I think he’s getting stronger.”

Through the large window high up on the wall, the sun was in clear view. You all watched in horror as the moon moved too quickly across the sky and blocked the light from reaching Earth. 

“I’m guessing this is the plague of darkness?” Baekhyun said ominously. You nodded slowly. 

“Let’s go,” Junmyeon said softly beside you, his hand coming up protectively behind your back. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel and come up with a plan.”

**

“I’m just saying, it seems very stupid to comdem someone to a curse when the result of that would be for them to come back a supernatural creature who is practically unkillable.”

“The ancient Egyptians believed in balance,” you explained to Baekhyun for the hundredth time in your life. “To curse someone so badly in both this life and the next, there has to be a consequence to balance out the scales. If not, then the whole world could still fall apart, in even worse ways!”

“All of this is kind of pointless now, isn’t it?” Sehun sighed from the small table in the antechamber to your room. His feet were up on the polished surface as he leaned back in his seat. A look of irritation was etched on his face as he stared at your cousin. “What’s done is done. Right now, we need to focus on our next step.”

“Well, I know you two,” you pointed to the Americans, “opened the chest. As well as Barney. Was there anyone else?”

“The Egyptologist that was with us,” the shaggier one answered. “Professor Chamberlain. He has a temporary residence a few blocks over.”

“What about my best friend Beni?” Junmyeon asked. You nearly snorted. You knew the two of them were anything but friends.

“No. He ran out before we took the lid off. Ended up saving his own skin.”

“Sounds like Beni,” Junmyeon said dryly. “Okay. We’re going to go get the Professor. You four,” he pointed to all the men, “come with me. You, stay here.”

Oh, no you weren’t. “Excuse me! I am just as capable as any of them are. I will not- What do you think you’re doing!”

Junmyeon marched over to you, picked you up, and carried you over his shoulder until you were in your room. Then he dropped you on the floor, closed the door, and locked it tight. “This door doesn’t open.”

You didn’t know who he said it to, who he left in charge of watching you like an infant. It didn’t matter. You pounded your fist against the solid wood door. “Baekhyun! Junmyeon! Let me out! Baekhyun, you coward! Help me out here!”

“Sorry, cousin!” Baekhyun yelled on the other side of the door. “But… he’s got a gun.”

“Smart choice,” you heard Junmyeon say. Oh, you were going to kill him. Which “him” was yet to be decided. Perhaps both would be most satisfactory. 

Well, now you were stuck here. 

Crossing your arms, you sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated your choices. Not that you had many. 

A yawn forced its way out. You were tired. Over the past few days, you had hardly been able to get any real sleep. And, well, now seemed to be a time. So, you changed into your nightgown and slipped under the covers. The mattress was soft, like a cloud. The pillows were stuffed into freshly cleaned cotton cases. It was barely a few minutes before you drifted off…

And then abruptly woke up to something moving against your mouth. It started out soft but quickly turned ashen and tough. Your eyes flew open and you screamed, the sound muffled by the kiss of Imhotep!

You tried to shove him off, but he didn’t budge. Your touch meant nothing to him as he continued the unwanted kiss. 

The door to your room burst open, finally taking his attention and allowing your scream to be heard at full volume. Imhotep’s face was half rotten away, his lips completely gone, the cheeks held together by thin strips of jerky-like skin. You scrambled out of reach, to try and get as far away as the tiny room would allow. The movement caused you to fall out of the bed and land hard on the wood floor.

Standing up, Imhotep said something in ancient Egyptian, but your jumbled, still half-asleep brain couldn’t translate it. 

“Oh, really?” Junmyeon mocked. “Here’s my answer.” He held up the poor cat who had saved you earlier, the animal hissing threateningly at the mummy. Just like last time, Imhotep fled in a tornado of sand out the window, terrified of the innocent creature. 

“Are you alright?” Junmyeon asked as he let the cat fall from his hands. The cat landed gracefully on its feet and walked over to the bed with more dignity than you’d ever seen a human radiate. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Baekhyun answered. After a glare from Junmyeon, he cleared his throat. “Oh. You weren’t- that’s fine. Go… check on her.” Junmyeon did just that. 

Kneeling in front of you, he pushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen in your face. Warm, soft brown eyes searched for any sign of harm. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek, setting the skin on fire. Or perhaps that was just the blood rushing up to your face in slight embarrassment. This man made you… nervous in a way. He could be dastardly at times, but… also very sweet. 

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up to your feet. “I’m fine. A little disgusted, but I’m fine.”

A smirk and knowing gleam flashed on Junmyeon’s face as he rose. “I’m sure mine was better.”

He was referring to the lip-smash he desperately pulled before he was to be dragged to the hangman’s noose. Not exactly the best first impression. 

You snorted. “No. I wouldn’t say that.” His jaw went slack. Sehun and Baekhyun snickered behind him. “Did you find the professor?” you asked in order to change the subject. 

“Yeah. He stayed out in the sun for a little long by the time we found him.”

“What are you-” Oh. Oh. That was why Imhotep was so far along in his regeneration. He’d found another victim to suck dry. 

“And he has the Book of the Dead,” Sehun added. “According to Beni, that’s what he’s going to use to raise Anacsunmum.”

“Anck-Su-Namun,” you corrected. 

“Yeah, her.”

You rolled your eyes. Why did you even bother?

You started pacing the room, trying to figure out what would be the best next move. You couldn’t keep playing hide and seek with the cat for all eternity. There needed to be a way to end this. Before he read from the book and raised-

The book… 

The book! 

You whirled back to the others. “I have an idea!”

“Care to share?”

“The Black book has always been rumored among scholars to be able to bring people back from the dead. Something I had always thought was nonsense,” you added to yourself. “But since that part is true, that means other rumors must be as well. Such as the Gold Book being able to send a soul back to the afterlife.”

“A balance.” Baekhyun looked awfully proud of himself. At least something finally stuck. 

“Exactly. Now all we have to do is find out where it's hidden.”

Junmyeon frowned. “But I thought it was supposed to be hidden with Anubis?”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “It comes from a translation of an ancient text. A stone that’s at the museum here, actually. It also says where the Black book was supposed to be hidden. I think they got their translations mixed up. So, where the scholars who originally translated it said that the golden Book of Amun-Ra was in the statue of Anubis, it's actually wherever they said the black Book of the Dead was supposed to be.”

“And where is that?”

You swallowed. “I don’t remember. We’ll have to go to the museum so I can read it again.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Junmyeon checked the barrels of his guns, reloaded the revolvers with bullets from his belt. “Then I guess we’re headed back to the museum. Hopefully we don’t run into Ugly Face before we get to the rock.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you said with the utmost confidence. 

Sehun, who did not share that sentiment, looked up towards the ceiling. “Oh joy. Another book hunt.”

[winter-fox-queen]

We All Deserve a Fairy Tale Chapter 5

Warnings:  Here be smut, my loves.  Minors be gone, because it is explicit.  First time writing smut, so I hope it works.

Frankie x female blank slate, use of first person.  I think there is cursing.

Frankie ghosts you, then something happens to change it…

Thanks to @sharkbait77​ and @hnt-escape​  If you want on my tag list, tell me.  :)

I waited a week.  A week and a half.  And I broke down, finally, and texted.

Got the edits back for my next book.  I hate this part.

After a moment, a reply.  You got this.

Hope?  Maybe?  Or was he just being nice?

I responded anyway.  

Maybe we can go out and see that movie tonight?  Have dinner?  A little fun before I chain myself to the computer?

No response.

I waited a day, but my stomach churned the whole time.

I texted again, after getting myself good and wound up.  You don’t owe me any explanations.  But please respect me enough not to ghost me.  You’re not interested in me, that’s fine.  But don’t leave me dangling.  You’re better than that.

I hit send, regretted it immediately.

Your right.  What’s your address?

“Shit.  Shit.  What have I done?”  I whispered as I typed it to him.  

About five away.  K?

Yeah.  Thanks.

I ran back inside the house and straightened myself up.  Military minutes must be shorter than civilian minutes because I heard him pull up sooner than I was ready.

I went outside, to the back yard.  I waved at him, half heartedly.  He shoved his hands in his pockets and came over.

“Hey.”  He gave me a soft smile.  Everything about him was guarded.  OK.  Well, I asked him to come over and officially tell me to take a hike, so, I guess I deserved it.

“Frankie, I…”

“No.  I, uh.”  He looked at the ground between our feet.  It was more dirt than grass.  “Man, you weren’t kidding about this place being a wasteland.”  

I laughed despite the rock in my gut.

He looked up at me, a little sideways.  “Let me say my piece and go, OK?”

I hugged myself, and nodded.

“I like you.”  He said so quietly that I had to lean closer to hear him.  “Like you more than I’ve liked anyone for a long time.  And I mean that.  But wanting you in my life doesn’t mean I get to.  I’ve killed — “

I started to object, say something about the army and of course he did and he did what he had to…

He saw it and said, firmly, “No.”

I closed my mouth and he nodded.  “No.  I’m talking about…less than a year ago.  Some friends and I went on a mission.  We said it was to help stop a major drug dealer but it was just…”  He’s breathing a little heavier, now.  Unable to look at me, rubbing the palms of his hands on his thighs.  

“People died.”  He looks at me, then, the anguish in his eyes, the guilt.  “My own fucking actions lead to one of my best friends getting killed.  If I hadn’t taken that shot.  If I hadn’t wrecked the fucking chopper…”  

He steps forward and takes my hands in his.  They’re clammy, shaking.  “The mail you saw, it was a reminder.  My friend’s widow, she’s angry and looking for answers and she doesn’t want any of us to be happy.  And she’s right.”  

I try to find words.  I feel like I’m in a cave in, trying to scramble over rocks and debris.  

“I don’t deserve to be happy, and I don’t deserve you.”  He touches my cheek for a second, a butterfly landing and running away.  “I’m gonna go now, I’m gonna block your number.”

He kisses me.  His lips are hot.  When he steps back, I say, “So you’re not going to give me a choice?”

“Why would you want one?”  His voice is incredulous.  There’s an echo, under his words, I can see it in his eyes, in the frustrated way he throws his hands out.  Why would you want me?

I shook my head.  “You say you like me, but you want to close yourself off?  Not give me a chance to get to know you, help you if I can?”

“It’s for the best.  You see that, right?”  There’s a desperate edge.  

I shake my head.  Everything that can possibly hurt does.  I’m supposed to be so good at words, and I can’t find the right ones, the ones to reel him back in.  

He adjusts his hat.  “No, you don’t.  I love your books, but they are fairy tales.  You can’t make a good man out of a monster.  It’s not how the world works.”

“You’re not a monster.”  

He’s all twitchiness now, looking at his truck, desperate to get out of this situation.  It makes me mad, how badly he wants to go.  How I know I can’t fix this.  “Don’t bother blocking my number.”  I say, as I turn on my heel.  “I won’t bother you again.”

He whispers my name and it is so pained that I almost turn around.  But I don’t.

***

I don’t block his number.  I can’t.  I focus on work.  My job that lets me eat work.  My book.   My hands shake on the keyboard, sometimes, as I try to make the story mine again.  It’s hard to write a love story, even one with murder and mystery, when your own heart is broken.

It was ridiculous.  I didn’t even know him that long,  but the loss of him hurt.  It made the story feel pointless.  What right did I have to sell these lies?  To make people believe in love and romance and happily ever after when you can meet someone so amazing and wonderful, and have to watch him walk away?

I kept working.  I’d get over it.  I had to.  It’s not like I’d built anything with him.  I was just aching for the possibilities — the things I tortured myself about.  The things I imagined I m might have lost, with Frankie.

And damn it, I missed him.

But life continues.  And sink faucets wear out, making you have to run to the local home improvement store, wandering the isles with an armload of new faucet, fittings, plumbers tape and everything else the YouTube videos I’d consulted said I would need.

The universe has decided that I have not suffered enough, because I can see him, Frankie Morales in the flesh, frowning at the back of a box like its his greatest enemy.  He was in the home security section.  

I could sneak by.  He was way too interested in what he was holding in those lovely, large hands of his.  I dashed by, head down, determined to just get past him, but some lady with a cart pushed past me at the same time, and my arm load of stuff got jostled.  I was able to save the most expensive bit — the faucet in its box, the long flexible connection thingies — but the plumbers tape, in its plastic hard shell donut jumped out, fell onto the floor, and rolled right over to a well worn work boot.  Spun like a top.  Settled right against his toe.  I looked up, too nervous to enjoy the view (much) and right into his eyes.  His lips were parted, like he was a little surprised to see me.  

“Hey.”  I said, and then, because I didn’t  know what else to do, I turned and fled back the way I came.  I knew where the plumbers tape was, I could just go get another…

“Hey.  Wait a second.”  

I stopped, took a breath, smiled like everything was perfectly normal.

He held up the white plastic Judas.  “Um…your faucet break?”  And then he winced.  “I mean, obviously.  Um.”  He placed the tape on top of my pile delicately.  He was holding a box in both hands tight enough to warp the cardboard.

“It’s old.  I thought I would try my hand at replacing it…can’t be that hard.”

“No, but plumbing can be really picky if you’ve never done it…”

“Don’t offer.”  I whisper it desperately, before I can even think about it.  I can tell he’s working himself up to it, and the thought of him in my house is like a punch ion the guts.

“It wouldn’t be a problem.”  His dark eyes study my face.  Sad.  A little desperate.  For a second I think, maybe he misses me, too.

“No.  I got it.”  I say softly, looking at the floor again.

“Do you still have my number?  If you change your mind?”

I nod at the container.  “Go back to your project, Frankie.  I can handle this on my own.”

Did you know, plumbing is an utter bitch?

Throw in some more curse words in the last sentence.  I certainly used every one I could.  

Two hours later, I get a text.  

Frankie:  How did it go?  

I want to sob.  Instead, I put myself together and write a fairly moderate response:

Me:  I have decided that I will now do my dishes in the bathroom sink.  Who needs a sink in the kitchen?  A total waste.  

Frankie:  The offer is still open?

Me:  How did you know?  Did you just look at me and think, she is too inept to be able to do this herself?

Frankie:  No.  I don’t think that at all.

Frankie:  Let me help?  Please?

Me:  Since you said please, I guess I can allow you to come rescue me.  

Frankie:  OMW.  

I looked at the time, and decided to order pizza.  It was only fair.

Twenty minutes later he’s under the sink.  “You did a good job.  I think maybe you just cross threaded it…”

“Oh, no…did I ruin the threads?”

“It’s probably OK.  I’ll just use a lot of tape…”

And he does some magical things with a wrench and the bright pink tape, which he wraps around the threads to make them more water tight.  I try not to admire his long legs or the rest of him, spread out on my kitchen floor, as he half lays in the bottom of the sink.

The doorbell rings, and I go pay for the pizza, and when I come back he’s turned on the water, and he’s kneeing in front of the open sink bottom, using a paper towel to see if he can find any leaks.

“It looks OK?”  I ask tentatively.

“Yep…you really did have it done mostly.  Just that one spot.”

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly.  “I bought us dinner?”

“You are awesome.”  He does a quick but of clean up so he can shut the sink doors and washes his hands in the newly repaired sink.  He tosses his hat onto the end of the island, and I want to run my fingers through his hair.  He does it for me, absentmindedly pushing the hair off his forehead.  

We sit on either side of my kitchen island, sharing pizza.  I don’t know what to say.  

“It’s a nice apartment.”  He said quietly, picking up another slice.

“It’s cheap, not far from my day job.  It works.”  I shove a hunk of crust in my mouth to stop myself from saying anything else.  I knew this would be bad.  Here he is, sitting a few  inches away.  I could touch him, but I’m not allowed.  It’s a rotten feeling, wanting something and not being allowed to have it.  To feel his fingers wrap around mine.  To have that easy, happy camaraderie again.

“What are you thinking?”  I ask, when the silence gets too much.

He shakes his head.  Wads up his napkin.  Puts his plate in the sink.  Locates the trash.  Such a good guest.  

“I shouldn’t have come.  But I wanted to see you.”  He said this quietly, as if he isn’t sure he should admit it.  

“Well, if you hadn’t, I’d still be under the sink wondering why the damned fittings are still leaking.”

He gives me a gentle smile.  “You would have been ok.”  

“Lucky I didn’t block your number, huh?”

He smiles and kneels down, picking up tools and putting them back in the box.  Sorting his from mine.

“It was nice of you to come help me?  I might be a bit snarky, but I really am grateful for the help.”

“I was happy to.  Where do you keep these?”  I took my tools off him, put them and the plumber’s tape in my tool drawer.  

“But why?  Why were you happy to help?  Why did you want to see me?  You couldn’t leave here quickly enough the other day…” I smile to take the sting out.  “Not that I blame you, the yard is a hot mess.”

He touches my face gently.  “Hush.”  I stop my babbling, lean into his touch.  

“You asked me a question, awhile back.”  I muzzle his hand.  “I never got to answer it.”

“What was that?”  

“You asked me if I wanted you.  And I do.  Very much.”

He made a huffing sound, as if he had been gut punched, and then, slowly, slowly, leaned in and kissed me.  “I miss you,”. He whispers between kisses, his hands framing my face like I’m a delicate thing.  “I miss you when I wake up.  I miss you when I lay down to sleep.  I miss you when I’m driving.”  And each sentence he punctuates, gently, with a kiss, to my forehead, to my nose, to my mouth.  “I barely know you, but you are already woven into my thoughts…”

I’m holding him tight, kissing him back.  I bump my nose against his, sweetly, and I saw, “Then why?  Why stay away?”

He pulls back as far as I’ll let him, sits down again.  I see the ghosts in his eyes again, and I remember the lyrics from a song I used to love, “There’s ghosts in your eyes, they cry when you smile…”

“I shouldn’t have come…I’m a train wreck waiting to happen.”

“No, not if you’re just going to push me away again.  That’s cruel.  I never thought you’d be cruel, Francisco Morales.”

He winces like I punched him.  

“If it’s too soon to tell me, that’s fine.  Just push it aside until you trust me.  Or until it matters.  I don’t care about your past, what you’ve done.  I know you well enough to know you did what you had to do at the time.”  I give in to the longing to touch him, I run my fingers lightly through the curls at his temple before letting my hand drop.  He’s watching me like a landmine he’s stepped on.  His fingers ghost over my hips.  Grip them gently.  Pulls me between his thighs.  Now it’s my turn to be wary, as he pulls me close.  His dark, liquid eyes study my face, I can almost hear him weighing and sorting.  Lay your secrets on me, beautiful man.  I want to tell him.  But I wait.  I wait until his large hands encompass me, run over my waist, the softness over my ribs, glide up the sides of my breasts so softly I am not even sure he touched me, to cup my face.

 “I want to be who you think I am,” he says, and I smile gently.

A decision is made, in those fathomless eyes.  And he leans close, and he kisses me again.  The last kisses were loving.  This kiss is passionate.  Deep. So full of longing I could cry.  I let my lips part and his tongue traces, licks inside.  I make a little sound and grab his wrists, pushing them aside so I can wrap my arms around him, if I could meld myself to him, I would have then, melted inside of him like gold, fixing his cracks.

He stands, the stool scraping against the floor.  The sound is jarring, lifts me out of the lust sodden moment.  “If you want me, baby, you have me,” he says in that rough honey voice of him.  “Show me the way.”  

I take one of his hands in both of mine, I kiss each knuckle.  I’d been playing with the idea, and now here I was.  I could still say no.  I could slow things down, I could be sensible.  

But I’d never wanted anything so deeply, so profoundly, as I wanted him.  Every time I touched his skin, I felt like something lost had been returned to me.

I smiled a little at him, and backed away, pulling him with me.  “This way, sweetheart.”

His lips are on mine the second we cross into my bedroom.  Once Frankie Morales makes a decision, he is all in.  His hand cups the back of my head, holding me so he can kiss me, his tounge sliding against mine as his other hand slips under my shirt.  I pull back and tug at his shirt.  “Off.”  I command, and he grins and sheds it.   My shirt and my bra join it on the floor.  I press my breasts to the warm smoothness of his chest.  I run my hands over his ribs, his stomach, as his mouth claims mine again.  His skin is soft and warm, strong muscles flexing under my hands.  I kiss along his jawline, I lick and kiss the constellation of freckles on the side of his neck.  He moans softly in approval as I nip and kiss my way to his shoulder.

His own hands slip up to my breasts, weighing them in his hands, squeezing gently. He runs his thumb over one nipple, then bends to lick the other into his mouth, sucking gently, his tounge flicking at the hard peak.  His freehand is splayed against the small of my back, holding me in place.  Pleasure shoots through me, and all I can do is cling to him.  He lets me go and pushes me gently.  I fall back onto my bed, tearing at the button on my pants, needing to get everything off, needing to feel his skin, his warmth, his strength and softness.

“Condoms?”  He asks, one knee on the bed.  “I didn’t think…”

I shook my head.  “I’m on the pill?”

His eyes darken further, and he asks, “Are you sure?”

I nod and hold out my arms, and he gives me the sweetest smile.  He stands up again and undoes his pants, sliding them off, and he’s naked and beautiful and I just want him wrapped around me.  He slips into my arms and kisses me again, his arms holding him over me.  He gives me a little of his weight, grounding me.  It feels so good, skin sliding against skin, warmth against warmth,

His slips a hand between us, and I clench at the thought of him touching me just as he slides two thick fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit gently, exploring me.  “So wet.”  He whispers, kissing my temple.  “So soft.”  He kisses the tip of my nose.  “So hot.”  And his takes my lips again, his fingers rubbing my clit, making me shake with building pleasure.  “I want to taste you, sweetheart.  I want to make you come on my tounge…can I, baby?”

I nod.  I don’t know who can resist that voice, rough with lust and promise?  He kisses his way down and I spread my legs wider, and he gently licks — a test lick, from my entrance to my clit.  He licks my clit, hard, with short licks before drawing me into his mouth and sucking me.  He is fervent, as he works, and I can’t think about anything but the heat of his mouth.  As the pressure and pleasure builds, I’m making the most needy sounds, unable to control myself.  His slips one finger in, then a second, exploring, touching, then another, stretching and reaching for that spot.  The rippling explosion leaves me shamelessly arching into his mouth, crying out his name like a prayer.  

“That’s it, baby,” he praises, kissing the inside of my thigh, rubbing his beard against the soft skin.  

He comes up to kneel between by thighs.  His eyes meet mine as I struggle to compose myself, and his hand gently comes up to very gently lay across my throat, his thumb tracing my chin.  

“Are you sure?  Where do you want me to come?”

I nod frantically. “Please, baby, I want you.  Inside me, please…”

His hand slips away from my throat to rest on the bed above my shoulder, and I miss the warmth of it as he gently strokes my skin, settling his hand on my thigh.  He takes his cock into his hand, stroking it before rubbing it against my clit, causing me to whimper.  He runs the head of it up and down a few times, his eyes slipped closed, his jaw going slack, that lush lower lip parting.  I wish I had a picture…he was beautiful.  Skin made gold by the fading light, thighs splayed under mine.  I felt the head of his cock in my entrance, and he pressed in, a slow hot stretch until he was sheathed completely.  

“Oh, fuck.”   He whispered.  “You feel so good.  So fucking good.”

He lowered himself back on top of me.  “You feel so huge inside me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.    “You feel like heaven.  Please…fuck me, honey.  Please…” And he started moving, slow at first, the changing the angle and speeding up.  With every thrust he pressed against something that felt so good…I was seeing the proverbial stars as he gasped in my ear, making soft sounds of pleasure every time he slammed home.  I nipped at his shoulder, and he was looking down at me, dark eyes studying me.  

“Frankie, I…I can’t think, I don’t know what to do…”  

“Don’t think.  Just let me take care of you.  It’s all I want to do…”  He captures my mouth in a sloppy kiss.  “Just let go.”

And I do.  I cry out his name as he continues to move, the friction making my high last.  He speeds up, and I cup his face in shaking hands.

“You’re so beautiful.  I want to feel you come, Frankie, honey, come for me.”

He moved to kiss the palm of my hand, then his eyes squeeze shut as he finds his own release.  I can feel it, spilling hot inside of me.  I welcome him as he lowers himself down completely, unable to stay up on his forearms any longer.  He tried to shift off, but I cling to him.  I welcome his weight.  His strength.  

I don’t want to let go.  I never want to let him go.

[lustbile-archive]

Come Here Often?

MarkxReader

Word Count: 4K

Summary/Warnings: usual for the series. Smut, public sex, sharp objects and blood play. Also rip sorry for the dumb title I thought it was funny

APART OF THE CLUB X SERIES  (recommend reading other works)

“So which dating app did you meet this guy on?” you teased your friend as you stumbled out of the back of the taxi, the last of your friends to exit.

The friend in question grabs onto your forearm, helping you get steady on your feet making sure you don’t fall regardless of the way your words makes her face warm in her shyness, “Bumble. So if it makes me seem any better I did make the first move.”

You pull your arm out of her hold to wrap it around her waist, nuzzling at her neck as the rest of the group laughs at your conversation and begins walking to the entrance of the club. You two follow slowly behind, cuddling and tripping over each other as you walk, “nothing bad about finding him from an app, i’m just teasing because I love you.”

“I know, I love you too,” she lovingly pets at the top of your head as you get closer to the entrance. The person leading the group almost steps through the door, before someone interrupts, quieting the group.

“Wait, don’t we have to show our ID’s?” they ask, warily eyeing two men that stand by the door. Their all black clothing and the way they carry themselves telling you they are the bouncers of the club, but when you lock eyes with the shorter of the two, his eyes look hollow and disinterested as he shakes his head.

“Nah,” you shake your head as you playfully curl into your friend, unable to move your eyes from the men, “I don’t think they really give a fuck about what we do.”

Your words only earn satisfied hums and giggles from your group, and a slightly amused shake of the head from the men, before you crowd the entrance, pushing against one another to get in.

The loud music rattles against you as you continue to cling to your friend, the dark red lighting forcing you to stop and let your eyes adjust to the room. The atmosphere of the room makes your breathing deepens and slows as it feels like there’s something that lingers in the air and slows down your mind with every breath you take. It feels like you’re cemented in the same spot, staring blankly into the crowd of writhing bodies, before your friend’s voice and the way she tugs on your arm breaks you away from your daze.

“C’mon,” a few more tugs and your feet pick up again, and you're following behind her as she moves through the club like she’s been here a million times, “he texted and said they had one of the big booths towards the back.”

You can only dumbly nod as you follow closely behind, some of the other people in your group also following while the others break off in search of drinks.

It’s as if your body had gone numb when you walked in, as you barely register the way that the sweaty bodies of strangers bump and knock into you. You’re only brought back to reality momentarily when a man wearing a decorated mask interrupts your path. He only nods in a quick apology when he sees you jump, but continues walking as if he’s trying to catch up with something.

“Come on, don’t be so slow,” your friend finally resorts to wrapping her arm around your waist and all but dragging you in the direction she wants, as you move it feels like the room is passing you at a hundred miles a minute, “I think I can see the booth.”

She thought correctly, as it's only seconds before you’re approaching a booth in the shape of a semicircle, one half of it being occupied by a group of men.

You’d be lying if you said they weren’t all attractive. All in their own different ways as they look up and smile at your approaching group, but when you meet eyes with the boy at the center you’re hit with a concerning feeling of recognition. The way he smiles doesn’t fully reach his eyes, this and his slim face and dark hair makes it feel like your brain short circuits.

You don’t have time to process the feelings seeing this man makes you feel, nor break the eye contact he’s forced you into, before your friend is shoving you into the booth to sit directly next to him as she babbles apologies for keeping the boys waiting.

You can tell which of the boys she was meant to be meeting, as when you start to settle into the seating, he eyes her in admiration from his spot in the middle of his friends and he reassures her that the wait was no problem. He seems enraptured with her regardless of her frazzled energy as she sits you and your other friends as if you were rowdy children, the infatuation he radiates for her warms your heart so much you almost don’t notice how close your seated to the boy that still continues to stare at you.

You’re smiling at their interactions, when you feel something touch your arm, making you jump. An amused chuckle comes from beside you as you look over to the man, the tips of his fingers still brushing the skin of your forearm. The dark around his eyes makes them seem sharper than they we’re probably naturally, and the taunting smile he wears makes you want to lean away, but there’s an aura that dances around him that makes it impossible to look away and you even find yourself leaning closer when he speaks.

“I’m Mark,” he offers as he smiles at you, the surrounding noise of the club almost muffling as he speaks. His hand moves from your arm as he reaches to rest his arm on the seat behind your head, and you offer your name in return. He repeats your name back at you slowly and moves a few inches closer, the low rasp in his voice when he speaks makes a shiver run up your spine and your body starts to warm.

Your eyes are unmoving from his face as he glances at the other people that sit around you, and you feel your eyebrows thread together at the oddly determined look he wears.

“You don’t seem like the type that would be brought here,” he says when his eyes return to you. You smile softly, slightly confused as when he says it, all he knows so far is your name so how would he know anything about your “type?” But the way he smiles and forms his words, it doesn’t seem like he means it in the way that it sounds.

“Well this is where your friend wanted to meet mine, and since he was bringing his friends, she wanted to bring hers,” you ramble from the way speaking to him makes you nervous, you shrug quickly before continuing, “you make it sound like you come here often, so what type of people usually come in here?”

“Ah yeah,” he nods, reaching to pick up his glass from the table, taking a drink as his arm slips from the seat to rest on your shoulders, “sometimes it feels like I can never leave this place honestly, but with all the people I’ve seen, none of them have been as gorgeous as you.”

Any other man, and those words would have made your skin crawl as you tried to find an excuse to leave, but when his eyes lock onto yours as he speaks, it feels like leaving was never an option and you feel yourself leaning into his hold.

Your mouth opens slightly, but before you can respond you feel your friend grab at your knee to get your attention. She seems just as dazed as you when you turn to look at her, and you exchange dopey smiles. You ignore the way her eyebrows wiggle at the way Mark holds you, and instead let out a questioning ‘hm?’

“We’re going to get drinks,” she says as her and the rest of your friends go to stand from the booth, the group of boys following suit, “you two wanna come with?”

The way his fingers softly dig into the flesh of your arm locks you in place. His hold on you isn’t strong enough that you couldn’t get up if you had wanted, but the way it makes your chest tighten makes it feel like his grip was made of steel.

“Ah no,” you smile, shifting closer to the boy as you shake your head, “I think I’m gonna stay back and get to know Mark better.”

She grins at your words, clearly thrilled that you’ve found someone to talk to so quickly. She nods to the rest of the group and they start to move towards the bar, your head tilting in confusion when the last boy to stand looks at you confused at the last words you spoke.

Your confusion is short-lived, when Mark squeezes at your arm to bring your focus back to him, “well i guess we’re alone now,” the suggestive tone he adopts warms your skin and the pit of your stomach.

“Seems like it,” you nod as you're filled with nerves mixed with a weird sense of calm. Something about the way he smiles and speaks to you makes your mind swim and your stomach turn. With a small dose of shame you admit to yourself that, if he were to ask, you would go home with him right then.

“What made you want to hang back with me?” his head jerks back slightly when he asks, the gesture making you grin at how endearing his mannerisms are.

“I don’t know,” your tone is far more flirty than you had intended as you answer honestly, but he only looks amused as he moves his hand from your shoulder to cup the back of your neck.

“Hm… you will eventually,” he murmurs in a way that suggests he was speaking to himself as he ignores the confused look that returns to your face, “so you just came for your friend huh?”

“Um.. hm yeah,” you stutter and nod as his fingers start to pet at the skin protecting your jugular, making you squirm slightly in your seat, “she gets nervous meeting new people so we wanted to make it a group thing to make her more comfortable.”

“But is that the only reason?” you feel your body flinch back at the nonsensical question, but his hold keeps you in place, “I think you’re also here for yourself.”

“Is that so?” you asked, amused at his assumption. Admittedly, you had been stressed lately with all that was happening in your life but it was odd that he would just guess that.

“Yeah,” he nods as he moves his face closer to yours, “I think you need some stress relief, and lucky for you I'm really talented at relieving stress.”

“Are you now? And how would you do that Mark?”

“Well,” he starts, repeating your name in the same inflection that you spoke his, “I can help in any way that you’re willing to let me.”

His hand lands high on your bare thigh once he finishes speaking, the gleam that dances in his eyes is dangerous and feeds the excitement that builds in your chest. If you were willing to let him take you home earlier, the way that he looks at you makes you even more willing now.

“If you think it will help,” you tease as you start to drag a finger down his chest, “I’d say you can do whatever you want.”

“Whatever?” he asks rhetorically as if he knew that would be your answer.

“Yeah you’ll just have to drive cause we took a taxi,” your nail catches on the collar of his shirt, ready to drag him up from his seat.

“Nah,” his hand moves to hook at the back of your thigh, pulling you from the leather of the booth to straddle his lap. You can’t help but let out a surprised yelp when your skirt shifts up, allowing you to feel his bulge pressing into the fabric of your underwear, “I think I can get what I want done right here.”

“You want to mess around in the middle of this club?” your fingers tangle in the fabric of his shirt to help balance yourself. The cocky smile he wears on his face at your shocked expression makes your stomach flip. Why didn’t this sound like a bad idea?

“Yeah I don’t see why not,” he shrugs, his fingers dance up the skin of your thighs until they slip under the fabric of your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass.

“Really? You don’t?” you say sarcastically while leaning back to get a better look at his face, “don’t see why messing around with someone you just met in the middle of a crowded club where anyone can see might be a bad idea?”

Regardless of your words, you allow him to start moving your hips to drag you against his crotch, little sparks of pleasure making your shoulders relax and your head tilt back.

“You might think its a bad idea,” he speaks slowly, one hand moving from your hips to wrap around your throat as his hips start thrusting up to meet yours, “but your body doesn’t.”

“Shut up,” you groan as the grip he has on the sides of your neck cuts off the blood flow to your head, making you dizzy. You could feel yourself cracking, your comment of letting him do whatever he wanted only becoming more true, “if anyone sees us, especially our friends, I will kick your ass.”

“Trust me when I say, no ones going to see us,” the intensity in his eyes when he says this makes it feel like he really does have control over everything in the room. He most definitely has control over every inch of you when, after you gently nod with a pout forming on your lips, he pulls you down by your neck to press his lips against yours.

His tongue is warm in your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours and making you feel like you could get drunk on just his lips. You release the fabric of his shirt to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your chest, when you get this sudden need to be as closely pressed against him as possible. Your hips begin to desperately grind on him at a faster pace, this and the way you start to quietly whimper into his mouth makes his chest shake slightly as he laughs.

“How wet are you right now?” he breaks away to ask, only leaving centimeters between your mouths.

“Wet enough,” you speak without thinking, but it was the truth. You could feel your thin underwear sticking to your core, his lips and hands and every inch of him getting you aroused faster than you’ve ever been before.

“Good,” his hand falls from your neck, squeezing between your bodies to undo the button and zipper of his pants. As he works, your lips press harshly back against his and you feel him groan roughly into your mouth when he reaches inside his underwear to pull himself out.

You can’t help the happy sigh you let out when you feel his fist brush the inside of your thighs as he tugs on himself a few times. The idea of him touching himself to get ready to fuck you makes excitement build in your body and you begin to bounce slightly on top of him.

“So impatient,” he breaks away from your mouth again, his hand that isn’t wrapped around himself moving to flip up your skirt and move your underwear to the side. The feeling of the stuffy club air hitting your newly exposed skin makes you pant and clench at the possibility of being seen, “but I don’t know if we have a lot of time, so I don’t think I'll get the pleasure of teasing you too much.”

“Mark please,” you plead, pressing your mouth against the skin under his jaw before digging your teeth into the sensitive skin. The pain that shoots through his neck from your mouth, makes his hips stutter against his hand and his dampened tip nudges against your clit.

He must enjoy the way you jump at the contact, as he starts dragging his tips from your entrance and back up to your clit over and over, quiet grunts falling from his lips.

“Feel a lot more than just wet enough sweetheart,” he teases, pressing less than an inch inside you before going back to teasing your skin.

“Fuck Mark,” you curl around him trying to sink down every time he pushes into you, “please just fuck me already.”

He seems fed up with his own teasing, as after your final complaint, he finally pushes fully inside you. The feeling of him stretching you so suddenly has you moaning loudly as you forget where you are. His hands pull you tightly against his chest as you flutter around him in an attempt at getting adjusted to his sudden intrusion. The warmth of his hands petting your skin making you melt calmly in his hold.

You start to slowly move in his lap, making him drag against the nerves deep inside you. You’re unable to move too much from the tight hold he has on you, but the way the fabric of his shirt rubs against your clit and his breath puffs warm against your neck makes you crumble in his hold.

The air is knocked from your lungs, when he starts to cant his hips up to meet your movements, shoving him deeper than you thought he could go. His name is the only coherent word that slips past your lips as your nails dig into the leather of the seat behind him.

“Look at you,” his fingers squeezing your skin in a way that you know you’ll have bruises from him the next day, “taking me so well aren’t you? I knew you would.”

You keen at his praise, your hips moving quicker in response. The pleasure that builds in the pit of your stomach is enough to distract you from one of his hands moving away from your hips, enough to distract you from the sound of breaking glass behind you, but not enough to distract from the stinging pain that bites into the skin of your collar bone.

He doesn’t let up on the way he thrusts into you, or the way he sweetly coos at you as squirm in pleasure and pain. The same moment he discards the jagged glass and returns his hand to your skin, he latches his mouth to the deep cut he left behind in your skin, his tongue lapping at the blood that spills from it.

You knew that if your mind wasn’t fuzzy with arousal and you weren’t teetering on the edge of your orgasm, you would have freaked out. Something about the man below you skews your judgment, making you willing to fold in any way he’d ask.

He doesn’t move an inch from the wound he created as he starts to rub quick circles onto your clit, the sudden friction has you hurtling faster into your finish. It’s when he starts sucking harshly, bruising the skin around the cut, that you start to come around him.

He doesn’t slow his thrusts in any way, making you feel like you’re being pulled apart at every seam. You can feel moans and whines of pleasure flowing from you, but the static that fills your ears muffles the sound.

Tears begin to roll down your face, as he pushes you away to sit up straight. The air hitting the cut stings enough on its own, but it stings even more when the fingers, that only moments before were abusing your clit, brush against it to collect your blood that continues to spill out.

“There you go,” he says darkly, as he shoves his bloodied fingers deep in your mouth. He’s stopped thrusting as he holds you tightly against him to grind with him pressed fully inside you, “make me come baby.”

Your tongue rolls against his fingers, the taste of your blood mixed with the evidence of your orgasm that was left behind makes your heart pound as you grind faster against him. The way his head tilts back against the seat behind him as he watches you move makes you feel like you’re being hunted.

The second his lip tucks between his teeth is the only indication you need to know that he’s started to come, a pathetic whimper muffles around his fingers when you feel him come deep and warm inside you. You clench harshly around him in hopes to prolong his pleasure, a groan deep from his belly a prize you receive in return.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting them to your lips for a second. The now free hand moves to join the other on your hips, slowing your grinding until you’re sat still on his lap.

His warm hands knead the wound up muscles of your thighs as you even your breathing, a dopey smile pulling on your lips as he smiles proudly up at you. You can help yourself as you reach out to run your fingers across the skin of his cheek bone as you stare at him in awe. A weird feeling suddenly fills you as you look down at him, a warmth flooding your chest.

He lifts you from his lap, placing you gently back onto your seat and adjusting your clothes back to the right places. He adjusts himself back into his pants, before he turns back to you.

“Your friends are coming back soon,” the sureness of his words twists at you in a weird way, “I have to get going.”

You sit up straight, your hands latching back onto the fabric of his shirt in panic, “I mean I know I said I didn’t want to get caught, but I don’t want you to leave either.”

“Next time you come here, you’ll be by yourself,” he shifts to move away from the booth, his fingers prying yours from his shirt and holding your hands reassuringly, “and you’ll find me pretty easy.”

Words escape your mind as he lets go of your hands and moves away from the booth, the smile he throws over his shoulder making you shiver and sigh.

You’re sinking into the leather as you watch him disappear into the crowd, when your friends come skipping back, the boys following close behind with their drinks held tightly in their hands.

You immediately lighten up as your friend slips into the booth beside you, a warm smile on her face as everyone else sits as well. Her bubbly mood is dampened slightly when she realizes you’re now seated by yourself.

“Where’s um… the guy,” she turns to the boy she came here to meet to ask, “your friend, what was his name?”

The boy who had thrown you a confused look earlier, adopts the look once again as he butts in to answer, “that guy wasn’t our friend.”

You and your friends let out matching sounds of confusion before you speak, “what do you mean he wasn’t your friend?”

“Yeah no,” he shakes his head as he sips his drink, “said he was friends with you guys but took a separate car and got here before you.”

You turn to look at your friend with a concerned look pulling on your features, but the smile she wears fogs your brain, “this club is kind of weird right?” she asks, a dazed laugh following the words.

“Yeah weird,” something about the words feels like cotton in your mouth. You reach for the glass she placed in front of you, hoping that just a sip of alcohol will help with the mixing emotions in your chest when she starts to poke at the skin of your chest.

“Hey, when did you get that scar on your collar bone?”

[fellintotartarus]

midnight eyes (ralvez)

(gif by the incredible @zhuzhubii <3 )

Summary: On a late night, Spencer thinks about Luke. 1.7k words.

A/N: Ralvez absolutely owns my ass thanks for coming

Warnings: I can’t think of any .. ? Lmk if you see anything please!

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It’s late. They’re all exhausted beyond belief and it seemed even the plane made a tired landing, jolting them with unpleasant bouts of adrenaline in their sleepy states. Matt gently shakes Emily awake and they all trudge off the plane in the silence that only red-eye flights can produce.

Spencer’s head feels full of cotton as he clambers down the stairs and into FBI headquarters. It’s been days--even before the case started--since he’s gotten more than four hours of sleep in a row and he feels it strongly behind his eyes. The world feels dim and heavy as he walks the final few steps across the tarmac and into the building.

Then Luke passes from behind him, placing his hand gently on Spencer’s back as he navigates the tight hallway and Spencer suddenly doesn’t feel so tired. Luke glances back at him, flashing him a small smile before turning back and Spencer thinks he might not need sleep so urgently anymore. As long as he replays this moment in his head, he can make it home to pass out on his bed.

Luke remains a few steps ahead of him all the way to the sixth floor and into their offices, where everyone quickly throws down their case files and turns around to leave. Spencer drops into the chair at his desk, his head falling onto the surface. He knows he should get up, pick up his head and go home because he’s in imminent danger of falling asleep. He knows if he doesn’t get up now, the three AM jetlag will catch up to him quickly and--

He lifts his head. The whole office has gone, only the dim power-saving lights illuminating the personal effects and case files littering the numerous desks. Spencer looks around. It’s so peaceful. He knows, logically, what lies in all these case files, that it shouldn’t feel peaceful, but he can’t help but relax at the altered state of the room where he spends most of his life.

His eyes drift over to Luke’s desk, lingering on the single picture of Roxy that seems almost out of place on the clean-cut, nearly bare desk. He blushes at the thought of the man who occupies the desk, not even noticing a smile creep onto his face.

Luke was a breath of fresh air to the BAU. When he joined from the fugitive task force, everyone found solace in the newness he brought to the team. Spencer noticed people smiling more. Penelope found a new hobby in giving him a hard time. He was a change of pace for the tight-knit group of tired, jaded agents.

Spencer remembers the first time he noticed Luke, like, really noticed him. He was explaining something for a case. He was used to being brushed off--his quirks were conditional, only to be appreciated when he served a purpose. But as he sat there, explaining a tangent to a room full of people the rambling would be lost on, he turned his head and saw Luke. He was looking at Spencer with the utmost interest that Spencer’s speech sputtered and stalled like an old car. He hadn’t even noticed he had stopped talking until Luke had said “What were you saying, Dr. Reid?”

From that point on, Spencer had a hard time not noticing Luke. It never actively bothered him that people brushed him off and gave him a hard time. It was just a fact of life. But he supposed he never really knew how much he was missing. Now, whenever he found himself rambling past the point of no return, his eyes would drift over to Luke, who consistently looked delighted to hear more about whatever it was Spencer was talking about.

Spencer knew he was in trouble when he found himself rambling more and more just to see if Luke was really interested. In his head, there was no way Luke actually enjoyed Spencer and his infodumps. There had to be a breaking point.

But it never came. No matter how uninteresting or gross or frequent he made his speeches, Luke’s gaze never faltered. During one particularly terrible rant about flies and their reproductive cycle when Luke still looked at Spencer like he was revealing the secrets of life, Spencer thought he must be seeing things. It was only after Penelope gave him a knowing smile that Spencer came to realize it might not be in his head.

So he reveled in it. He let his eyes flit over to Luke’s clandestinely when he spoke, his breath always hitching imperceptibly at Luke’s returning gaze. He ignored Penelope’s pointed looks and settled for seeing Luke’s enraptured face when he closed his eyes at night.

A sound coming from the break room snaps Spencer out of his reverie. He turns to look at the offending noise with heavy eyes and finds the object of his thoughts stumbling sleepily out of the break room. He’s so tired it somehow surprises him when Luke walks over to him, almost as if he thought he would’ve been invisible.

Spencer jumps slightly in his seat and, to get rid of the nervous energy that suddenly overcomes him (and seems to everytime Luke approaches him), meaninglessly shuffles papers around on his desk. 

Luke smiles, pulling up a chair next to him, not knowing that just his proximity would give Spencer a giddiness that would last until next Friday.

“What are you still doing here, genius?” Luke asks, sighing and settling into his chair. He gives Spencer a warm smile when he clears his throat and shakes his head instead of answering.

What is Spencer still doing here? He’s been sitting at his desk for so long without even realizing it. Everyone else went home at least 10 minutes ago while Spencer sat at his desk daydreaming sleepily. About the man next to him.

Spencer is, and he knows this, terrible at having a crush. It practically consumes him. He acts so weird around them, spouting god-awful facts at terrible times, not picking up on any cues, and never doing absolutely anything about it.

So when Luke looks like he’s about to say something, Spencer jumps to fill the silence first. He shoots into a rant about the first thing his sleep-deprived brain can think of, standing in the process.

“You know, a study recently came out that showed that fist bumps transfer half the bacteria that handshakes do and that people should start employing that as a go-to greeting rather than--”

“I thought you were a proponent of kissing,” Luke jokes softly, rising from his chair.

Spencer blushes furiously. “Well, it’s not so much that I’m a proponent of kissing, it’s more that--”

He’s cut off by Luke’s face a mere inches from his, his breath ghosting Spencer’s face. Luke’s eyes land squarely on his, turning his brain absolutely useless. Even more surprising is the look on Luke’s face. A look Spencer had only seen in front of other people, at work, and that he (seemingly mistakenly) assumed had been a front.

“Not a proponent of kissing, huh?” Luke teases, his voice a mere breath.

Spencer’s voice is stuck in his throat. There is no way this is happening, he thinks, so he breathes lightly through his nose so Luke won’t disappear. He hopelessly stutters out a few syllables--none of them make sense--before Luke takes his hand in his.

A touch that would normally send him into mental hysterics now seems to ground him. Why had he never realized he was taller than Luke? Spencer’s eyes meet Luke’s and flicker down to his lips--the lips that were so soft-looking and pillowy he had found himself dreaming of kissing them more than once--before he realizes his mistake and quickly lowers his gaze to his feet.

“Spencer. Hey,” Luke says, using a finger to lift Spencer’s chin back up to a slightly mismatched gaze. Spencer can barely let the eye contact hold out of embarrassment; he’s sure Luke’s gonna tell him off or reject him before he’s ever said anything. He can feel himself tensing and freezing up.

“How many bacteria are transferred in a kiss?” Luke says softly, and Spencer finds himself relaxing at the opportunity to think about something else for a second. It takes him longer than usual, but he remembers the number fairly quickly. 

“80 million bacteria. More if it’s longer, less if it’s shorter, and, obviously one would have to take into account--”

He’s cut off by Luke’s lips pressing firmly against his. Spencer nearly falls over in shock, but once Luke’s bottom lip slides against his, he’s done for. The warmth in his stomach burns, his eyes flutter shut, and he melts into the floor, leaning down the slightest amount and sighing. Luke smiles against Spencer’s mouth and kisses back deeper, bringing his hand up to Spencer’s neck, leaving him stumbling over himself to get closer to Luke.

They remain like that for some time (honestly neither one of them could tell you how long if they tried) before Luke pulls away, out of breath and lips just barely swollen. Spencer almost doesn’t want to open his eyes to face the aftermath of what he’s sure is the best thing that’s happened to him, but the urge to see Luke’s eyes lit up wins over and slowly opens them, shyly creeping his gaze up to Luke’s face.

Luke’s beaming, running his fingers through the curls at the back of Spencer’s head. Spencer smiles back, letting his head fall to Luke’s shoulder.

“You know, for a genius, that sure took you a long time. I thought I would have to hit you over the head or something,” Luke said, his mouth pressed onto Spencer’s ear. 

Spencer feels his face heat against the fabric of Luke’s dress shirt. It took him a long time? Did that mean--

“I mean, I don’t know how many times I thought I had given myself away. When Garcia let it slip that she thought you liked me, I thought she was playing a prank on me because of how I looked at you,” he continued.

Spencer picked his head up. “No way,” he said softly.

Luke chuckled, “What, like it’s so hard to believe? Didn’t Morgan call you Pretty Boy?”

Spencer blushed redder and rolled his eyes.

“I just didn’t think… you know,” he replied.

Luke smiled. “Obviously.”

And, this time, Spencer kissed him.

tagged: @pretty-b0yy​ 

[revirushifaa]

Obey Me-OC/MC Grelle

I can finally write everyone's favorite(Lol, jk) Grelle!

Picture of my baby drawn by the awesome and wonderful Iah!! (thanks for the picture, friend!) @rsmrymnt-tea

Full name: Grelle Christine Silvermoon (née Silvermoon, at the end of season 3, she is Grelle Morningstar)

Nicknames/alliases: Grelly Bean(by friends), Petunia(Lucifer only), Crybaby(Satan), Annoying(Belphie), Henry(Levi)

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Birthday: December 24th

Age: 23(First season) (26-no aging after that point. Turned immortal by Solomon)

Height: Let's just say an inch shorter than Luke

Likes: Anime, cute animals, plushies, dressing in a cute way.

Dislikes: Insects(mainly spiders), the dark, bullies, rude people, being mistreated or yelled at, needles.

Favorite food: Pizza, sushi.

Favorite dessert: Strawberry cheesecake.

Personality: Grelle is a kind young woman, shy, tends to overthink her situations, thinks that she isn't worthy, has a very low self-steem, insecure most of the time, scared easily. Cries right away(At the start of Season 1) Her personality changes through season 2-3, where she's more confident, knows how to fight her battles, doesn't need Lucifer to defend her constantly, she's learned from the many times she had to rely on Lucifer.

Appearance: Grelle is a really short girl, who didn't grow properly thanks to her dark past, she remained in a short height for her height, she's 23 but she appears to be younger than her actual age, but she is an adult and behaves like one. She has curly long grey/silver hair that goes to her mid-waist, bright turquoise/aqua eyes and a slightly pale skin.

Love interest(s): Leviathan(Formerly), Lucifer(Current, later husband)

Bio: Grelle was born to a rich family, one woman who at first treated her like a daughter, but later on that ended and turned into indifference. An alcoholic, violent man who after his wife died tragically, started treating his daughter like some object and scum, locking her down the basement when he got mad at her. Grelle is the third oldest in her family and has other nine-half children due to her father's second marriage. Due to all the mistreatment and horrors she had to go through earlier childhood to pre-adolescense, she gained PTSD and a few things trigger it with memories of her hiddeous past. She escaped home when she's 13 and helped her younger half-siblings escape with her and took care of them until they could take care of themselves. Prior to being selected to the Exchange Student Program in the Devildom she worked in a McDonald's as a waitress.

Family members: Rodrick(Father), Avalanna(Mother), Ian(older brother), Lucifer(husband) Luciela, Noctifer, Lucian, Lucien and Giselle Morningstar(future children) Solomon(distant cousin)

Relationships with family members

Rodrick Wyatt Silvermoon: With her father she has the worst memories and she wishes not to be asked about her family, all unwanted memories come to her and she is not up to talk about it. Never considered him a father but a monster. Once he wanted to hurt her half-siblings with a stick but she took the brunt of that, and bears the marks of that in her back which is a very sensitive part of her body. She hates him with a burning passion and wishes that he rots in hell.

Avalanna Ianne Silvermoon: She has the faintest memories of her mother being the only family member who treated her with respect and like a daughter for a brief time, after her father started to drink and hurt her mother, she started treating her indifferently until her death. Grelle really doesn't blame her mother. It was thanks to her father that she acted that way with her. She carries a picture of her mother with her and has declared more than once that if she was to meet with her mother again, that she would forgive her and tell her that she loves her, because she does. She never stopped loving her mom, it was not her fault she turned on her like she did.

Ian Wyatt Silvermoon: Her oldest brother was like the spitting image of her father, and therefore a Mini Rodrick all the way. Being the favored firstborn, he was giving a lot of endless priveledges, and so he gained a very smug and arrogant attitude, obeyed Rodrick into mistreating and hurting his younger sister, there was never the time where Ian wouldn't stop with his constant verbal abuse toward her, he was the one who injected through her veins those painful vitamins. When Rodrick went out on business trips, Ian stood in charge of the household and it were moments of pure hell to Grelle. Like her father, she wishes the worse to her brother.

Nine half-siblings: She took the role of mother to her younger half-siblings, she helped them escape home with her when she was 13 and raised them on her own in a secluded cabin in a forest where her family didn't find her and succeeded in that, after her escape she never saw those monsters anymore and she was glad for it. Currently in her residence in the Devildom, Grelle still is in touch with them and visit them when she can, they all love her the same way she loves them.

Relationships in the Devildom (Just Lucifer and Levi)

Lucifer: When she first arrived at the Devildom and was introduced with all the demon brothers and Prince of Hell, Grelle was greatly intimidated and scared of them to say the least. She never went against Lucifer's word, she never angered him for she could tell he has the authority in him and she didn't want to revive the horrible moments of hell she went through with her father and brother. Lucifer noticed that the human seemed to be listening well to him ever since the beginning and he was wondering if there was something else inside Grelle's story that was written in her information sheet. He never tried to go on her to scare her or used his demon form to intimidate her, he felt like she had gone through so many hardships during her life, that the way she was behaving was the product of it. He gave her trust when he would try to talk to her in private and was very soft, since she wasn't a trouble to him or his brothers, nor Diavolo. During the first months, despite being with Leviathan for a short time, Grelle knew that Lucifer was the man of her life, she honestly was in love with him than she was with Levi, it was very evident. Finally, Grelle chose Lucifer over Levi and the two of them fell more for each other, until they got married in the third year of Grelle's stay in the Devildom.

Leviathan: He was her first love interest during the first three months of her stay in the Devildom, because the both of them shared so many things in common. Love for anime/manga, insecurities, low self-steem. Levi who didn't really think humans were interesting, he didn't think the same of Grelle, she was in his eyes the perfect human. He confessed to her, about being a couple, Grelle accepted because she too felt a slight feeling for him. For three months they hung out and had lots of happy moments with each other. Until Grelle really admitted to him that her real love was Lucifer. He didn't take it very well, he let her choose who. Him or Lucifer, to which Grelle through tears chose Lucifer, apologizing to Levi for giving him high hopes that they would work. But after some times, the two came with an agreement, that they would still be good friends and that their months of relation, would be in their memory. He still loves Grelle up to this point, where she's married with Lucifer. Sure, being the Avatar of Envy, he envied Lucifer's luck with Grelle, but didn't try to win Grelle's heart again for she had been honest that she wanted to stay by Lucifer's side.

Trivia/fun facts:

Despite her past, she never turned out to be like her monstrous family members.

Her name "Grelle" means to be aggressive, violent, angry all the time which is ironic because Grelle is the complete opposite of what her name means.

She doesn't like authorital people, but she just clicked with Lucifer.

She is shorter than Luke.

She hates butter, but loves peanut butter.

Her zodiac is Capricorn.

She speaks seven languages and is highly smart.