#and was like why not i'll take a crack at it

[cheriden]

˙ . ˚ ₊ 「 HOW TO FIND OUT IF YOUR ROOMMATE IS A VAMPIRE 」 ꜝꜝ

── your new roommate has been acting weird, and you've taken it upon yourself to get to the bottom of it

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 。。。

pairings 。best friend!yeonjun x reader x friend!soobin

.ᐟ genre 。suggestive at most? crack & fluff

.ᐟ tags 。vampire au, blood sucking?? feeding?? idk, they're both kind of dumb but not really just kind of, erm nothing else i think

.ᐟ status 。oneshot | masterlist

✎ ๋࣭ ⭑ kind of corny and cheesy but idgaf it’s my blog!!! i totally forgot about this but it was at a point where i said yeah sure what the hell and decided to post it. another roommate hyuka au bc my schedules never go as planned so i just cut it short...i'll post an nsfw addition if people want it though

You tap your pen against the counter as you watch your roommate do his “work,” typing away at his remote job on his laptop. You narrow your eyes at him with a pout, drumming the writing material faster on the surface. Kai sighs and looks up at you, mirroring your investigative expression. “Are you alright?”

You narrow your eyes further, nodding slowly. “Yeah, just finishing the points for my project.” He turns back to the screen, humming absentmindedly. “What’s it about?” You freeze, stuttering over yourself. “It’s—uh, about…Global warming.” He doesn’t seem convinced, raising an arched brow at you, but he lets it pass anyway. “Well, good luck on that.” 

It’s been a few months since the boy had moved in with you, and fewer when you began to realize his strange patterns.

You look down at your notes—and in bold, underlined writing are the words “HUENING KAI IS A VAMPIRE (proof).” If anyone were to ever see this pad, they’d call you comically insane. However as previously mentioned, you have proof. First, he never goes out during the day. Granted, he has a job and takes night classes—but other than that, he’s never gone on a grocery run with you or exited his room on the weekends unless the sun sets. Second, he always drinks from an insulated tumbler. It even stays by his side at the dinner table, opting for it rather than the rest of the glasses. Third, he never cooks with garlic. He’s pretty much the cook out of the two of you, recalling the incident of you somehow setting fire on the stove. Who cooks without garlic? A vampire, that’s who. Third, he always disappears at dawn. You’re not insane enough (yet) to follow him, especially when you can barely keep your eyes open after midnight. Sometimes you hear the front door and peek at his silhouette, a large duffel bag in his grasp—but your conscience (your laziness) forbids you from leaving the place unattended for the sole purpose of following him. Lastly, he’s unbelievably pretty. This point has a really large question mark on it in red ink, but you’ve never seen someone look so angelic, as if he would glimmer in the sunlight. Not that you would know, he mostly wears baggy clothes that are long in sleeves and pants. Like what? A vampire!

What would you even get out of this? He would’ve sucked your blood to death by now—but maybe splitting rent was just easier for him. If he was a vampire and he had no intention to murder you in cold blood, then you suppose you would let him stay.

What? He’s a great roommate, great cook, tidy, and fun to be around. Every time you think about it, it comes to a point where you realize he would make a great significant other. But that’s ridiculous, he's a vampire after all, so you conclude that you were just curious about him and his weird habits.

──

For step one, you decide to check for his reflection. Throughout your five second internet search along with your film viewing, you know for a fact that vampires do not have reflections. “Kai! Grab me a towel please!” You plead, voice shrill and loud as you patiently wait in the shower. Truthfully, you forgot your towel. But why not take this opportunity to test your hypothesis? Kai fumbles with the door knob as you peek through the corner of the curtain. “A-are you naked? My eyes are closed!” You turn to the mirror, fogged up by the steam. You tut in disapproval, wiping it away to reveal Kai’s apprehensive form. You pout, snatching the towel from him and wrapping it around yourself. “You can look now.” He peeks through his fingers and gasps at your still half-naked self as you sulk out of the bathroom. 

Admittedly, you almost quit after that encounter altogether. But one evening, Kai worked an odd shift, rendering him unable to cook dinner and leaving the meal up to you. He walks out of his room to a suspiciously clean and hazard free area, with food set on the table. “This looks… Edible.” He says shocked, earning an eye roll from you. “Do you not trust me to make dinner?” The other looks down, scratching his head. “Well, the last time you cooked I had to replace my nonstick pan. That thing’s been with me since elementary.” You huff, taking your seat across from him. “Whatever. I ordered it and put it on one of our plates. Happy?” He sits down as well, taking a serving for himself. “I'd be happier if you learned how to cook without burning the apartment down. It’s a very important life skill, you know.” You make a sound of annoyance, picking at your food. “I do other things—like cleaning. Besides, if I had skill, we wouldn’t be having garlic soy chicken.” The other freezes for a while and slowly looks up at you from his plate. “Does this have garlic?” You nod, pointing at the box over by the trash can. “Yup, it’s their most popular flavor. Honestly I like their other ones better—”

Kai spits the foot out and wraps his hands around his neck, dropping to the ground. “Holy shit!” You chant over and over, flailing around in circles as he lays on the floor. “In my room—desk drawer!” He hisses, and you frantically run across the place. You aren't even sure what you’re getting, but once you see a stack of epinephrine injections, you grab one and stab him with it. 

You kind of feel guilty for a moment, because you thought he was actually a vampire who couldn’t eat garlic. Turns out he just had an allergic reaction to garlic, which was rare but apparently not impossible.

──

The following morning, you meekly knock at the door to his room. Today is his free day, and you wanted to make it up to him. You bring him flowers and a new EpiPen injection, smiling at him when he opens the door. “I’m sorry for poisoning you yesterday.” And for trying to prove you were a bloodsucking supernatural immortal. “We can go out today if you want? My treat.” His smile forms the shape of a box with his eyebrows upturned, and you know he’s about to reject you. “That’s fine, but I’m really not in the mood for—” — “Come on, Kai! We can do anything you want, please?” You plead, leaning over and pouting at him. He sighs in defeat, straightening his posture once he realizes your words. “Anything?” You nod fervently. “Anything.”

“Then,” he starts, fidgeting with the ends of his hoodie, “it’s a date.” You blink up at him, thinking for a moment. Oh like a friendly date, bonding together! You nod again, grin wide and bright. “Okay!”

It was after the park walk and arcade that you realized it may be more than a friendly date. You’re shifting uncomfortably in your seat, watching Kai order something in French you won’t even try to pronounce. “Kai, I don’t think I can afford any of these.” You whisper, to which he shakes his head. “It’s alright, I got it. You must be sick of my home cooking by now.” — “That’s not true!” You exclaim rather loudly, “I love your cooking.” He giggles at you, and you’re not sure if it’s the warm lighting against the other’s complexion or seeing him in something other than sweats that makes you anxious all of a sudden. “I’ll pay you for this, I swear.” Kai pushes his hair back and rests his face in his palm. “You can pay me back with another date.” Another date?! 

Your thoughts are cut by the smell of the food set in front of you, and you spare no time in stuffing as much as you can into your mouth as the other watches you in endearment. 

──

When you get home, he stops at the front door and stops you from pulling out your keys. You raise an eyebrow in question, while he laughs awkwardly to himself. “Today was really fun. I’m almost entirely glad that you decided to almost kill me yesterday.” You grin sheepishly at his words, “Again, I’m so sorry.” You’re about to continue rambling, but the other is staring at you so intensely you quiet down. “...What is it?”

“Can I kiss you?”

It’s embarrassing how quickly you answer yes, and you cup your cheeks in your palms in an attempt to hide the blush forming underneath—but it’s no use. He grabs the end of your fingers and replaces your hands with his, inching his face closer to yours. His lips move slow and calculated, rhythm steady as you let him work his way through your mouth. Just as you reciprocate his movements, your tongue is nicked by something sharp, making you jolt upright. But Kai doesn’t let you go, instead he crashes himself deeper into you, sucking at the surface of your tongue and separating with a resounding pop. The both of you take heavy breaths for a while, your hair disheveled and his bottom lip coated in crimson sheen. “I knew it!” You exclaim, before shrinking within yourself. “You’re—uh, you’re a…” You trail off, body pressed against the wooden panel. “I’m a vampire.” He breathes out, “Wait, you knew?” 

You’re trembling, panic-stricken as you nudge the doorknob over and over. “That’s not gonna turn without the key.” He mumbles, and you point your key at him in an ill attempt at self-defense. “Are you gonna eat me?!” 

“Eat—what? No.” He says, using his own key to unlock the place. You squeak as he maneuvers you into the apartment, and he settles you down on the couch across from him. “But how?” You start, “I can see your reflection?” — “Uh, yeah? I’m a vampire, not a figment of your imagination.” You deflate at his words, leaning forward. “But all the novels say—” He cuts you off with laughter. “All the novels? Do you read supernatural romance?” Defensive, you raise your arms. “It’s more drama than romance! They say vampires can’t see their reflection because they have no souls.” The other raises a brow, “Ouch. What does that even mean?” You shrug, completely lost. 

“So what’s true? About like, myths about you?” Pursing his lips in thought, Kai settles against the cushions. “The mirror thing is just stupid. I guess the garlic thing is true.” You blink, dumbfounded. “That’s real?” The other nods. “If convulsing on the floor was any indicator, then yeah.” You furrow your brows, “What kind of old vampire ailment gets cured via EpiPen?” — “I mean—it kind of works like an allergy anyway. Contact dermatitis and whatnot.” You scoff. “And whatnot,” you mock, “what about going out at night and wearing baggy clothes outside? What about sneaking off at dawn?” Tilting his head, he replies calmly. “I told you, I have work during the day and I work out at night—what are you doing?” You reach for the notepad stored in one of the drawers, twirling your pen as you go through every item on your list. “What about the tumbler?” Narrowing his eyes, he asks, “The tumbler?”

“What’s in your tumbler? You have it with you at all times, hell you even took it out today! Is it blood?” You ask as if it were scandalous, voice low and in a whisper. “It’s really just water.” He replies, “I feed through a network of fully consenting humans.” 

You put the pad down, crossing your arms at him with a glare. “You’ve never asked me to help you. Is my blood not good enough for your bourgeois taste buds?” Confusion paints his face, quick to dispute your statement. “No, and believe me, your blood has been really tempting. It’s just that, well, I like you—and I thought maybe you would hate me or something.” 

“Oh.” Your palms turn clammy as you shut them on each other, thinking of more questions. “So how long were you—like were you always a vampire?” He shakes his head in disagreement, answering, “I turned a few years back actually.” You gaze at him empathetically. “I’m sorry.” He laughs, indifferent. “Sorry for what?” You return the laugh nervously, “I… Don’t know.” A few beats of silence pass before you speak up again. “Well! At least now your skin is glowing and—” “Oh that’s not a myth…” He admits, “I’ve always looked like this.” Clearing your throat, you reply: “Well, you’re very pretty.” This coaxes a genuine smile from him. “Thanks, you’re very pretty too.” The both of you stay completely still again, though this time Kai breaks the silence. “Was all this an attempt to find out if I was a vampire?” You chuckle lightly, half humiliated. “No… I kind of gave up when I saw your reflection. I promise I didn’t mean to give you an allergic reaction.” He disregards your apologies lightly with a raised hand, still in thought. “About the date…” You’re quick to explain, “Honestly I didn’t think it was going to be a date date.” His frown and the dent between his brows deepen. “So you don’t like me?” Picking at the fabric of the couch, you stammer through your words.“I don’t—not like you? I just haven’t thought about you like that until recently, I guess.”

“So what do you think now?” You gaze up to see him staring at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “As long as you don’t kill me I’m fine—I think.” He follows up immediately, “Does that mean you’ll feed me? I’ll just take a little, I swear.” You wince at his eagerness, rubbing the skin of your nape. “Does it hurt?” Kai draws back at your reluctance, feigning nonchalance with a dismissive wave of hand. “A bit, yeah. But! I heard it makes some people feel good.” — “Good how?” The other shrugs, lips forming into a line. “Not sure.” Your curiosity has always led you to uncomfortable positions, this being the most life threatening one so far. Honestly, you should just drop this whole thing altogether.

“You’ll stop when I tell you to, right?” His face lights up again, jumping over to your side of the sofa. “Of course.”

Hesitant, you move away the hair behind your neck and Kai takes it as a sign to move even closer. He grabs your waist and hoists you up to straddle him, cheeks flushed when he looks into your eyes and realizes he’s gotten ahead of himself. After you reassure him with a peck on the lips, he dips his head over to the junction between your shoulder and face, looking up at you for a signal. Milliseconds after you nod, he sinks his teeth in slowly, rupturing the barrier of flesh. He halts for a minute before taking, as if the slightest movement would set you off. He can feel a squeak vibrate through your throat and your thighs tense against his hips, slightly trembling.

True to his word, he lets you go once he feels your grip tighten at his arms. He licks over the wound he created and kisses it, meeting your eyes again. You’re stunned in place, the only movement coming from rapid blinking and taking in breaths.

“Woah.”

He cups the sides of your face, searching your expression for discontent. “Woah? Woah bad or woah good?” You lean your head back and stare into the ceiling, lightly gripping the collar of his shirt. “As in I feel lightheaded—and weird. Feels super weird. Like I’m tipsy.” Gasping, the other fidgets in place, your weight keeping him down. “Oh no.” He starts to panic, but you shut it down by smiling at him, albeit loopy. “Don’t worry, I’m fine—great even.” You assure him, covering his face in short kisses before resting your cheek against his chest. Sighing in relief, Kai plays with the top of your head for a moment, before you grab both his wrists and look at him with sparkles in your eyes. “Can we do that again?”

halloooo i took a long break and this is kind of a warm-up back hehe i have like 3 fics in active development (plus one of the two/three part-ers i started last year, but it iz what it iz!

tag .ᐟ @hyunj00

[hermanoga]

Qiao Ling knew too much in S2 and it's uncanny : re-watch and unexpected findings that have me banging my head against the wall

It's so funny that I go to check something crack/non serious stuff in S1 and S2 and come back with jaw dropping stuff.

I went to revisit ep 8, season 2 for this photo

someone said, " zoom in and you will see kitty's cleavage" FINE CHAT I'll do it for the car

BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS

Qiao Ling : If you ask me, what has happened is inevitably what will happen.

(the most shocking one)

Amongst countless outcomes, Lu Guang sacrificed himself to save you.

Huh?!

I know it's the recent sacrifice they are talking about but somehow it also makes me feel...there is something missing?

This is episode 8, season 2. It doesn't sit well with me, Qiao Ling can't just say that. HOW is it so given that a wounded hospitalised person who got fucking stabbed and nearly bled to death sacrificing himself by getting himself kidnapped to save his friend?! The conversation should not end here!

When I first watched this, I thought Qiao Ling was talking from ethical wisdom (it still unnerved me because Qiao Ling is the one who ultimately reasons with Cheng Xiaoshi and makes him take action) but this suddenly feels very out of place for a Qiao Ling who usually did not even know for a long time what Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang's powers were and she didn't even seem that interested. I mean yes she is empathetic and stuff but, sacrifice is a loaded term.

ALSO

Lu Guang didn't seem to like getting kidnapped either. His primary motive was to save Cheng Xiaoshi and then he tried to catch Li Tianchen and Li Tianchen 's power possessed him and it forced that diving Cheng Xiaoshi out of his body.

Now what if I told you, a future Lu Guang tried diving into that photo? Since he can dive, why can't he dive again?

But anyway my point is how tf both Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi construct the theme of 'sacrifice' just like that. Highly possible Lu Guang accidentally got kidnapped, right? I mean that is probably what happened.

Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't seem to ponder much about it but his reaction is a bit off too. Please tell me if I am wrong, did Lu Guang sacrifice himself anywhere or is it implied that he sacrificed himself to save Cheng Xiaoshi in season 1 and season 2. I am at a loss.

Then Qiao Ling reiterate those cursed lines :

That fate is inevitable.

The past or future must not be changed/ past or future let them be.

what in the theory of predestination is this 😭

[icarusredwings]

Papi....Stay.

Old Man Logan x 'Papa' reader.

Post Logan movie fic.

Ft. Little Laura, Dad Logan, messy flashbacks, and woods Logan.

For @stucky-just-stucky

Cw: Blood, guns, nightmares, violence, cursing, mutant discrimination, bad spanish, forgive me. 

The Night is young. The moon isn't out. The depth in which the stars cover is barren, leaving the sky bare of any light at all. 

The porch light to your cabin is on. Just a small humble home. Secluded. 

Ever since the mutant hunts, you didn't trust going into town much. Besides, Things were quieter out here. You liked the silence And preferred the natural white noise over any automatics that might try to sway your persuasions. 

The crickets chirp, Owls hoot, mice squeak, the deer make small crunching noises somewhere distant from your land. You actually bought this place because of the dense forest around it. It was nice. To have somewhere so enclosed and hidden. 

The snow drops into a pan left out for the stray dog that's been spotted in the area. At least... that's what you thought. A harsh breeze blowing in your hair. 

A fox screams in the distance. The birds do not sing. No one sings anymore. It is silent. A deafening silence that made you swallow as you peak into your back yard with a grunt. 

Was the bear back? The bastard had taken plenty of your rabbits and honestly you were getting quite fed up with it. You would starve if the greedy asshole kept stealing your catch. 

You grunt, grabbing your gun, loading it. Kicking the back door open, There, the beast was standing, trying to undo the snare once again. Turning, it's eyes were different though, bright and reflective like a moutian lions. 

Gasping, You tumble back, falling onto your ass. 

The gun shot echos through the snow covered mountains. There's a growl. The animal that lurches forward snarls, a sound of knives unsheathing as you curl up, pushing the barrel against the bears strengh. 

He tries to take your gun, and out of panic you're able to cock it again, blowing his fucking brains out. 

Panting, you scramble backwards, wondering what in gods name has gotten into the animals around here when suddenly, you realize.. that's not a bear. 

You scream, it's blood curling and the sob that follows is similar. "Oh- FUCK!" You curse, dropping back to your knees as you pull the fur off his back, trying to use it to stop the bleeding.

"Oh, fuck fuck fuck fuck!!" You yell, crying to yourself. "Shit!! Oh yeah, great! You just had to go and SHOOT a guy didn't you!? God youre such a fucking IDIOT!" You scold yourself. 

But then there's a groan. A heavy grumble of pain, a small double 'tnk... tnk' as you watch the shells fall out of his forehead, bloody and bent. 

"What in the-?" 

But that was a little over 10 years ago. When you dragged that heavy, bleeding man into your cabin. Wrapped up his head and laid him by the fire. Heated him up some soup and reloaded the gun again, terrified of what he was capable of. Terrified of what he might do to you. You've heard the goverment was getting serious about mutants, cracking down, tagging them like animals. 

A loud groan comes from him not even half an hour later, rubbing his head as he sits up, looking at the fire like it's the first time he's been warm in weeks. 

Staring at him with the gun pointed, You try to remain calm. But you reak of nervousness and anxiety. Anger and panic. 

"W-why didn't you die?" You had asked him, jumping forward slightly in attempts to scare him but he only scoffed. "You aren't gonna shoot me.." 

Your teeth grit, furrowing your brow. "Are you sure about that!? I already did once! Bl-blew your brains all over the snow! I'll do it again!" 

"Yeah.. about that.. that hurts. So stop it. You're just wasting your ammo." He grunts, shifting to pull the soup you left near him close, sniffing it, his nose crinkling. 

Swallowing, you can't help but feel intrigued. What was a guy like him doing out by himself? 

"Hey! You never awnsered my question! Why aint you dead!?" 

The man shrugged, sipping the hot broth. "Cursed at birth I guess." 

"Bullshit. Y-you're a mutant hunter! Aren't you? You got some weird tech in ya or something!" You say. Okay, looking back- maybe it was stupid to say seeing as you just saw this man pull knives from his hands. 

But that's when he laughed. A full gut busting laugh. It's genuine. 

It pisses you off. "Don't laugh at me! I saved you!" 

"You SHOT me!" He reiterates. 

"Yeah!... well.. maybe you shouldn't have been tryna steal my rabbits!!" You shout. 

You step backwards as he finishes the soup, standing. He looks around for a moment, then to you. You jerk towards him again but he dosn't flinch. "Wheres the sink?" 

"What?" 

"The sink. I'll just.. wash this off and get out of your hair. And I won't take your rabbits anymore. I Thought...I don't know what I thought actually. People come through these woods, set traps, and never check'em so I thought I could.." He trails off. 

You pause for a second, blinking, thinking about how quickly he scarfed down the entire bowl. 

You can't believe you're about to say this. But he didn't seem like a man that was too lazy to hunt, rather one that.. couldn't.. anymore. From the way he used his claws, you can tell that one day, he was a great hunter. But now his bones cracked and ached too much for that.

You look to the door, hearing the freezing wind howl as he stands here, hoping you wont notice the way hes warming his backside on the fire, gripping the warm bowl with bloodied hands. 

"...Would you like more?" 

The question makes him stare, weighing the opitions in his head. "....You gonna keep pointin' that thing at me if I say yes?" 

And that's how you met your husband. Funny story when you think about it. 

But now here he was. Gone for weeks and all he has to show for it is a kid. 

"Where have you been!? You said you were working! I called the limo company and they said you done went rouge!" You yell at the man who stood in your doorway, almost guilty looking. The same man who stood there, in a different cabin up north 10 years ago. 

Now you were down here in Mexico. Something about his father and how it would be better money for the two of you. He had specifically said it like that. He held you in his arms while you cried at the idea of leaving your home, "It'll be better for us." He promsied. 

"I think you mean better for You." You shove him away, crossing your arms as you watched Logan pile in your entire livelyhood into a small shitty truck. Everything else was left. Everything else was gone. 

Now you were warm all the time. Now it was hot. Too hot. Sticky. And it was difficult for you to breathe. You still weren't even sure why you had to come here other then the mutant hunters getting too frequent up north though now it was just as bad, if not worse down here. 

Sometimes you would remember the cold nights you would spend with him. How he'd pull the fur blankets up over you and hold you close, his hot breath and body being the only thing you need to keep warm. The nightmares didn't really bother you. No the grunting and the harsh twitching never upset you. You'd only rub his chest and shush him back to sleep. 

Stitching the bedsheets each morning howeber did get tedious. Not to mention him holding you by the throat.  Now that was a bit more of a problem. 

The first time it happened, his nightmares that is, you hadn't let him in your bed quite yet, no, that wasn't for a week. 7 days was all you could take before finally letting the puppy eyed old man into your bed. 

At first it started with him on the couch, shifting, rolling over, hiding, curling into the smallest of balls before exploding into a loud scream of anguish. He'd heave and pant, shake and cry. Though you didn't let him know you saw back then. You'd simply call. "Logan? You alright?" 

After a few minutes of hearing him yell. 

"Y-yeah! Just... it's nothin." He'd call back, and become silent, trying his damndest not to start destroying your home. With his hands together, and laws out, he'd sit right there on your couch, praying to his own body and mind to retract his claws and go back to sleep. 

By the 5th night, you got tired of hearing him get up and pace for 3 hours after his night terrors. It would drive you both mad soon enough. Lack of sleep did that to a man, so. You moved him to your bed. You already successfully got him out of the shed. How hard could it be? 

"Just for the night." You told him, sticking a pillow between the two of you. What? You couldn't let your house guest freeze to death. That's not very  good host etiquette, you thought, but before that he refused to even sleep in the house, staying out in the shed like a dog who prefered the snow. 

"No.. I can't. I have night terrors." He says, spitting these words as if saying skin burning acid seeped from his pores at night. As if sleeping next to him would immediately bring an end to your life. 

"Oh, please. Who cares if you see the boogieman in your dreams? Haven't we all?" You wave a hand dismissively. 

"You don't understand." He starts, as serious as a bad case of syphilis. "I can't control myself." 

"Excuse me!?" You had said, obviously thinking something much more wrong, only for his face to darken. "Not like that! Fuck.. I meant I..." He pops his claws to their full length, grunting as they bled. "I can't control them in my sleep." He says, 

Sounding like he'd cry just from the idea of slicing you open. 

"....that's why I sleep on the couch.." 

"Well... I truly hate these sheets anyway." The sweet smile you gave him then was all it took for him to grin, hesitantly climbing into your bed, back agaisnt you as you turn off the lamp. 

"Night, Logan." 

But there was only a loud snore in return, out before his head even hit the pillow. You wonder how long since he's slept in an actual bed... weeks? Months? 

Years? 

Ever since, He's been in your bed. Next to you where ever you slept, even if that meant on the couch. It was like he couldn't sleep now without your scent. It was cute really. He'd follow you around the cabin, come hunting with you, help you with chores. 

"I'm heading out soon. Don't worry about me." He'd say, washing his dishes like a domesticated house husband, drying off the bowl and putting it away like he's done it a thousand times. 

"Uh-huh." You'd say, sarcastically smirking with doubt because he said the same thing 2 weeks ago. 

"When you go into town, drop me off." He had said. And so you did. He got out of the beaten up truck, making a big deal out of the goodbye, lingering with nothing but the clothes on his back, a meal you forced him to take and an extra sweater that looked far better on him then you. 

"Erm... Bye." He had ended, slamming the door and stomped away. You could have sworn he was pouting, pissed at himself for actually going through with it. 

When you arrived home later that night, there he was. Standing in your doorway with this shamfully embaressed and guilty look.

"..I.. I forgot something." 

Scoffing, you smile. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" 

And that's when he kissed you. Stepping forward and grabbed your shoulders, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. "You." 

You wish you could say you hoped he did the same now, but you might punch him in the face if he did the same. 

"Haven't you a single thing to say for yourself!? Hm?? You left me! You promised you would never leave me without telling me! You promised you weren't like that!"

Logan only stands there, head lowered slightly and looking at you the exact same way. Fuck he hasn't changed at all. It's a rip in time the way he faces you. 

Guilt. Shame. Embaressed. 

"I didn't... I didn't mean to.. and I would never leave my family. That's.. that's not who I am anymore." 

"Oh yeah? You won't leave your family, huh?" You say, stepping closer, not afraid to get in his face as you point to the girl, gritting your teeth. 

"You left the mother of your child-"  

"Don't bring the girl into this." It's instant. A stern shout through his fangs tightened together, breathy and dark until he coughs, looking away as he coughs into his wrist. 

He was sick. You knew that. But you alredy vowed to spend the rest of your life with him. You already promised that you'd burry him in the yard at the old cabin and drink a whiskey for him each anniversary. Though right now you are far too angry to care. 

 

"Or what? You'll run off and not return to me for god only knows how many days? Go on! Go! Leave me. It's all you've ever been good for anyway!" 

"It's not like that -" 

"It's never like that, Logan! Or should I call you the Wolverine?" It's a venom you haven't spit in years. The way you say the old name is like a slur. 

Things are quiet. His brow softens. Like a dog who accidently got tok rough during play and its owner just kicked it away, called him a bad dog. 

"I can't believe this. 10 years. Ten FUCKING years since you gave up that life! For me! And now here you are!" Your voice strains, tightening. "For- for what? For me to find out that.. you broke your vows to me...?" 

He steps towards you, grabbing your waist and puts a hand behind your neck, kissing you. It's hard not to melt into those strong arms. You've missed their hold. Missed the scratchiness of his beard. Missed the soft growl in his voice. He was your husband after all. 

"She's a clone." He says, breaking away from the kiss of desperation, desperate for you to litsen. You always were a stubborn one.. maybe it's why you stayed so long. 

You shake your head. He's lying. He has to be. You look at the girl again who is awkwardly standing against the door frame, glaring at you, obviously more loyal to her father then anything else on this small ranch. 

You think about hitting him. He'd heal. You could crack him straight in the nose. Say something like 'thats what you get!' But you only ball your fist, keeping it there. No.. you wouldn't. Not with the girl there anyway. It's not her fault. None of this was. 

Besides. If this little girl was staying with you now, you would have to be a good rolemodel for her. And hitting her father (as much as he deserves it for disappearing on you) would only start you two off on the wrong foot. You could tell because her eyes did that thing your husbands did when ever extremely annoyed, when ever he was about to snap and claw someones face off. 

"No. Don't lie to me." You shake your head. You've heard about the testing centers but you didnt want to believe it. That your husband disappeared and then suddenly showed back up with a kid that he didn't need to cheat in order to have. It makes you a little jealous. You have been working for years to have kits stuffed into you despite not biologically being able to have them. And here, was the most gorgeous copy and paste, genetically his. But not yours. 

"I'm not. I wouldn't... I wouldn't do that. Not to you." He reassures you, his eyes bright with innocence. 

"..She's a clone?" You clairify, giving him a final chance to change his awnser. 

He nods. "Just found her.. i didn't.. I didnt mean to- If I would have known.." 

The hesitantcy in his voice, like he'd cry from the relief of being home, of getting to kiss what was his again. It all felt like too much. But you understand perfectly. 

"...what's her name?" 

He sucks in a deep breath, turning, not taking that hand off of your waist. "This is Laura. Laura.. this is my partner.. Don't hurt'em. Okay?" He taps his knuckles. "You see? No." And shook his head, trying to make it clear that there would be no stabbing of his mate. 

She shifts her gaze from her father to you, crossing her arms. 

"No le voy a llamar papi..." 

You sniffle, wiping your tears with a giggle.

Logan makes a face, grunting with reddend cheeks. "E-en ingles, Laura." He stutters, but you only grin.

"Está bien." You crouch down, slowly so not to spook her. Still though she backs up. 

"Laura.. ¿Quieres que sea mamá?" 

Blinking, your husband gives you a look, as if questioning when you picked this up. 

"What? We live on the border. And you're gone a lot. I needed someone to talk to other then the goats." You cross your arms, giving him a soft glare specifically on that 'You're gone a lot' part. 

"No..." Laura says as you both look at her. 

You frown slightly, but understand. She must have been through so much.. god.. you only hoped her temper was half your Husbands.. 

Then maybe you'd survive through puberty.. 

 

The girl grins, glad that she had someone to talk to in her native language. 

"Eres papá."

A small smile tugs at the corner of his salt and peppered lips. "Do you want to stay here? With Papa?"

She shakes her head, coming to take his hand, squeezing it tight.

"Papi.. Stay."

[cjlouwho]

I Like the Taste of Vanilla

Little warning (and spoiler): there's a lot of pee talk here, but pee only ever hits the toilet, so no kink actually occurs. read below or on ao3

Day 3: I'm Scared

As soon as his shift ended, Tommy checked his phone to see that he had one text from Evan.

Been missing you all day. Need you.

Tommy knew what that meant. He grinned, his pants already becoming a bit tighter.

Buck greeted him at the door. All smiles and dark, lust filled eyes.

As soon as Tommy shut the door, Buck was pressing him up against it. “Hi,” he whispered, leaning in and nibbling at Tommy's bottom lip.

“Mmm,” Tommy moaned. “Hi, Baby.”

Buck's hands slipped underneath the hem of Tommy's shirt, fingers scratching at his sides. “Missed you.”

Tommy smirked. “Really? Couldn't tell.” He pulled Buck in for another kiss, licking his way into Buck's mouth. Without letting go of one another, Tommy led Buck toward the bedroom. Buck, managing to nearly trip only once, only broke the kiss as they reached the bedroom door.

“Wait,” he said, hand to Tommy's chest. “Just... Just wait.”

He cracked the bedroom door open, enough to grab something off the dresser, and turned back to Tommy with a blindfold.

“Put this on.”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Buck rolled his eyes playfully. “Here, I'll do it.”

As he put the blindfold on, Tommy could sense a slightly nervous energy from Buck. Breaths coming out a bit heavy, he let out a giggle as he finished tying it up.

He took Tommy's hands in his, shaky and sweaty. It was a little odd for Buck, who never seemed to be nervous when it came to sex, but Tommy figured he must've been having a little fun with himself before he got home.

Buck led Tommy into the bedroom, instructing him to sit once he reached the bed.

Which made an odd crinkling sound as he sat down.

“Uh, Evan-”

“Just... Just wait.” Buck let his hands go, placing them over his thighs. “Okay.” Tommy could hear Buck shuffling around, his head following the sounds. “Let me just-” he heard a zipper being undone, then the sound of pants falling to the floor. “Almost ready, I just need...” his voice trailed off and Tommy wondered what the hell was going on.

“If this is a strip tease I think I'm supposed to watch it,” he joked.

Buck just laughed nervously. “No. No, it's not. It's- hold on. Ugh!”

Tommy moved his hands from his thighs to rest on the bed, causing Buck to quickly yell, “No! Wait, don't!”

It was too late though. Tommy's felt the plastic beneath his fingers, his face scrunching in confusion. “Baby, what are you-”

“I told you to just hang on a second,” Buck huffed. “I'm trying, I just can't get it to work.” He groaned, and Tommy could safely say he was nowhere near being turned on anymore. “You know what, forget it!” Buck exclaimed. “Forget it!”

“Okay, I'm scared, Evan, and I'm taking this off.” Tommy pulled off the blindfold just in time to see Evan rushing into the bathroom and peeing. “What are you- Were you gonna pee on me?!” he exclaimed as the realization hit him.

“I can't do it!” Buck yelled back. “I just can't! I'm sorry.”

“Why would you be sorry for not peeing on me?!”

Buck sighed as he finished peeing. He flushed the toilet and washed his hands, then headed back into the bedroom. “Because you told me you wanted my pee on you,” he answered, grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor and slipping them back on.

Tommy stood, shaking his head. “I absolutely did not tell you that. Never, ever would I have told you that.”

“You absolutely did! The other morning you came into the bathroom while I was peeing and you started brushing your teeth and you looked over at me and wiggled your eyebrows and said you'd love to have that in your mouth.”

“I was talking about your dick! Why would I- Wait, you were gonna pee in my mouth?! Evan!”

“No kink shaming!” Buck scolded.

“I think in the privacy of our own home I can kink shame a little bit.” Tommy paused to take a deep breath, calming himself. “Babe, why wouldn't you come to me about this first and verify that's what I wanted before trying to piss in my mouth like I'm a urinal?”

“Because I was pretty sure the whole “I'd love to have that in my mouth” was verification.”

Remembering the odd sound from when he sat down, Tommy glanced back at the bed. “Did you put a plastic drop cloth over our bed so you could pee on me, Evan?”

“I wanted to be clean!”

“You didn't even have me take my clothes off.”

“I was nervous!” Buck whined. “I forgot.”

“I think... I think I'm gonna go make some dinner, and we're not going to discuss this until like five years from now, when it'll be funny.”

“Wait.” Buck reached out and grabbed onto Tommy's hand before he could get too far. “Are you mad at me?” he asked with a pout.

Tommy sighed, pulling Buck in for a chaste kiss. “Not mad,” he assured him, “because, thankfully, my mouth does not taste like the asparagus you ate last night.”

“Hey!” Buck yelled as Tommy made his way to the kitchen. “It hasn't been five years yet!”

“You almost pissed on me, Evan!” Tommy yelled back. “Five years starts at midnight.”

[unpublishediary]

Why didn’t you tell me?percy jackson x injured reader. (hurt/comfort) Part 2

part one ✵ part two

✵ synopsis: after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out what’s wrong… he figures it out, but hopes he wasn’t too late

✵ interest: percy jackson (HOO)

✵ warnings: mentions of blood, pain, loss of appetite, isolation, loss of consciousness, and leo.

MASTERLIST

Consciousness returned like a gentle tide, bringing with it the soft rhythm of nearby breathing. Your eyelids felt leaden, and when you finally managed to pry them open, the infirmary's muted light was a blessing to your sensitive eyes.

Percy was there, but not how you expected. He wasn't slumped in sleep or pacing with worry, he was just... staring. Sitting perfectly still in the chair beside your bed, his sea-green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.

His jaw was set, hands clasped so tightly together his knuckles had gone white, and you couldn't read his expression. You'd never seen him like this before, caught between anger and something else, something raw and vulnerable that made your heart twist.

When you tried to shift position, a deep ache flared through your side. His eyes tracked the movement, and something in him finally broke.

"Six hours," he said, voice low and rough. "You were out for six hours."

You tried to speak, but your throat was too dry. Without breaking his stare, he reached for the water glass, helping you take small sips. The gentleness of his movements contrasted sharply with the storm brewing in his eyes.

"Percy—" you started.

"No." The glass clicked against the side table. "You don't get to—" He stood abruptly, running both hands through his hair. "Do you have any idea what—" He cut himself off, turning away, then whirling back. "You were bleeding out. Right in front of me. And you didn't say anything."

The last words came out as a shout, echoing off the infirmary walls. You flinched, and instantly saw regret flash across his face.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "I didn't want to—"

"To what? Trust me?" His voice cracked on the words. "To let me help you? Gods, when you collapsed, I thought—" He broke off again, dropping heavily back into the chair. All the anger seemed to drain out of him at once, leaving something much more fragile in its wake.

"I thought I was going to lose you," he said quietly, not meeting your eyes now. "And the worst part was knowing you didn't even think you could tell me. After everything we've..."

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things unsaid. When he finally looked up, the vulnerability in his expression took your breath away.

"I can't lose you," he admitted, barely above a whisper. "Not like that. Not ever." His hand found yours, tentative at first, then holding on like an anchor. "Next time you're hurt, you tell me. I don't care if it's a paper cut or a broken bone. Promise me."

You nodded, throat tight with emotion. "I promise."

Some of the tension finally eased from his shoulders. He didn't let go of your hand, his thumb tracing absent patterns against your skin. Neither of you spoke for a long moment, letting the quiet wash away the last echoes of anger and fear.

"Annabeth going to kill me for yelling in here," Percy finally said, a ghost of his usual smile returning.

"Probably," you agreed, feeling your own lips curve upward. "Worth it though?"

His expression softened as he looked at you, and that something deeper was back in his eyes. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Worth it."

As exhaustion started pulling you back under, you felt him shift closer, his free hand brushing hair from your forehead with impossible gentleness. The last thing you heard before sleep took you was his whispered, "I'll be right here. I promise."

The next two days in the infirmary blurred together, marked by the steady stream of visitors and Percy's constant presence. He'd only leave when someone else insisted, and even then he'd return looking like he'd barely slept, dropping back into his chair like it was the only place he wanted to be.

"You know," you said one afternoon, watching him fight to keep his eyes open, "your room probably has a more comfortable bed than that chair."

"I'm fine," he insisted, though he was practically slumped over the armrest. "Annie said you might be able to try walking today."

As if summoned, she appeared in the doorway. "Speaking of which." Annabeth crossed her arms, giving Percy a pointed look. "You're not going to be much help if you pass out from exhaustion."

"I don't pass out," Percy protested, but she was already shooing him toward the door.

"Go. Shower. Sleep. She'll still be here when you get back."

Percy hesitated at the doorway, giving you a look as you laughed at the exchange. "I promise not to do anything stupid while you're gone."

"Better not," he said softly, something warm in his eyes before he finally left.

Annabeth checked your bandages, nodding with satisfaction. "Walking should be much less painful now."

The first attempt at walking wasn't exactly graceful. Your legs felt like jelly after hours on hours in bed, and the stitches pulled uncomfortably. But Annabeth was patient, letting you lean on her as you made your way slowly across the room.

You'd barely made it halfway when familiar voices drifted in from outside.

"If you're going to hover, you might as well come in," she called out, amused.

Jason was the first through the door, followed by Leo, their faces lit up seeing you on your feet.

"Look who's vertical," Leo joked at the sight of you.

"Barely," you admitted, grateful for Annabeth’s support as your legs trembled. Jason immediately took that as his cue to support your other side.

"Baby steps," Leo said as you gave him a look, but Annabeth cut in,

“Let’s get you back to—”

"I've got her." Percy was suddenly there, like he'd materialized from thin air. His arm slipped around your waist, careful to avoid your injury as he took your weight from her. "I thought you were going to sleep," you murmured as he helped you back to bed.

"Tried. Couldn't." His voice was low enough that only you could hear. "Kept thinking..."

He didn't finish the thought, but his arm tightened slightly around you.

"Well, now that the gang's all here," Leo said once you were settled, pulling something from his bag, "movie night?"

"In the infirmary?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Come on," Percy sided with Leo. "She's been staring at these walls for days. And we'll keep it quiet." He looked toward the daughter of Athena.

Annabeth sighed the sigh of someone who knew not to fight it, "Fine.”

Once the others were gathered, everyone settled in around your bed. Including Leo perched at the foot with his laptop, Annabeth claiming the extra chair, and Percy back in his usual spot beside you. As the familiar opening credits rolled, you felt some of the lingering tension finally ease from your shoulders.

"Hey," Percy whispered, his hand weaving through you hair before finding hand in what had become a familiar gesture. "You good?"

You looked around at your friends, your family really, and squeezed his hand. "Yeah. I'm good."

His answering smile was soft, private, meant just for you. And as everyone argued about plot holes and character arcs, you realized that maybe getting hurt hadn't been the worst thing.

Sometimes it took falling apart to understand just how many people were there to help put you back together.

By the time the movie ended, you'd dozed off against Percy's shoulder, his thumb still tracing absent patterns against your skin. The last thing you registered was the quiet murmur of your friends' voices and the steady rhythm of Percy's breathing, anchoring you safely in the moment.

You were going to be okay. All of you were. And if hidden injuries caused this, maybe next time you’ll hide a paper cut.

part one ✵ part two

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[anavatazes]

Decisions 2

Summary: Magneto is called away from Utopia to help care for an injured Rogue. Set just after the Schism, when Mags is still in Utopia, and Rogue is with Wolverine at the Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters back in Westchester County, NY. 

Pairing: Rogue/Magneto

Warnings: Trigger Warning: I am ruining the plot for my own story here by choice. There is a discussion of and partial scene of a character having a miscarriage. Because this can be a very sensitive topic and triggering for some, please proceed with caution. I did not go with anything graphic, but to each their own on what they can and cannot handle. You have been warned. 

Author’s Notes: This is part two of my Decisions fic. Looks like this might be turning into a series. I am not sure when parts will be added. The title will most likely be changing, and a series title created. Not sure yet. Plans are still planning. Keep an eye on my Tumblr to see updates!

*****

It had been roughly a week since Rogue's stay in the Infirmary, and just about as long since Magneto glued himself to her. Gambit had tried to see her before now, to apologize for his part in her injuries during the battle with the renegade mutant. He just didn't want to do it with her constant shadow. 

“You're being a big baby, Gambit,” Frenzy called him out. They were sitting outside, on a picnic table, enjoying the sun.

“It musta been tèrib if'n he come all de way from Utopia. I don’ wan none o'dat wit him,” Gambit didn't really have a problem with Magneto. Normally. But the way he was barely leaving Rogue's side told Remy that something serious happened and he didn't want to tread where he wouldn't be welcomed. 

“Idiot, it was an accident. Magneto told me he sees it that way. He knows you'd never do anything to intentionally hurt her,” Frenzy rolled her eyes at the Cajun. 

“Don' you have class?” He glared.

“Nope. I have a free period, so I can sit here and tell you what a fucking idiot you're being.” Frenzy was enjoying getting a rise out of the Cajun. 

“I just wan’ ta talk ta her alone.”

“Admit it! You're afraid of Big Daddy Magneto!” Frenzy laughed.

Gambit shook his head in disgust. “Remy not afraid o’ him. I jus’...” 

“Uh uh, LeBeau! You're not getting out of this one.” Frenzy held her hand up to quiet Gambit's protests. “You're afraid of what the old man is gonna say or do to you, even though I can tell you without a doubt, he holds nothing against you.” 

“Den why he here? Any time she get hurt, he let her deal wit it on her own.” It was something Gambit didn't like about their relationship. In his mind, Rogue needed someone there for her all the time. But it rose warning bells in him that something else may have happened to Rogue that caused Magneto to show up.

Frenzy sighed, “That's for him to know and us to find out.”

Gambit's eyebrow shot up at that. Turning to look at her, “He not tell you?”

Cargill cracked her knuckles, “Nope. Whatever happened, I'll tell you, has him upset. Not at you, and not at her. Just in general. I've never seen him like this. Even with Wanda.” 

At the mention of the Scarlet Witch, Gambit shudders. Being reminded of M Day and the catastrophic times that followed… it was not a time he wanted to remember too well. “Whatever it is, he barely lef’ her side. He also got Wolverine on a short leash…”

“Pryde's lovin’ it. He upgraded the security system within his first two days here. Currently, he's finding some basic education teachers for the school. He was furious when he saw the curriculum,” Frenzy laughed, again. 

“Logan jus gonna let him take over?” Not that what Magneto was doing was bad, but this was Logan and Kitty's school. 

“Pryde is ok with it. It's benefiting the students. And gonna help make us accredited or some shit. So we'll be official and the kids can get actual diplomas and go on after that. She says it'll bring more students in. More paying students.” She had to admit, that did sound great for the kids. Teaching them mutant things was good, but they also needed the basics of the world. Leave it to Erik to think of things like that. 

“If it helps the youngsters,” Gambit shrugged.

*******

Rogue lay in bed in her room. Magnus was in the shower, not aware that she was awake. Her head was still bandaged, the wound healing nicely. Wolverine actually offered her his powers. She declined, much to his surprise. She told him she had her reasons, and Magnus backed her up. Wolverine backed off and said the offer was still on the table. 

As she lay there in the bed, Rogue rested a hand on her lower abdomen. Part of the reason she didn't want to use Logan's powers was because she wasn't ready to let go yet. Magnus had guessed that was her reason. He supported her, telling her that unless her life was in danger, whatever she decided was fine by him. Rogue, honestly, hadn't ever felt more loved than she did in this last week. He doted, and made sure her needs were met, and even some of her wants. She wished she were in better shape to return the favor because she knew he was mourning just as much as she was. The pregnancy was unexpected and unknown, but once they'd had the opportunity to discuss things, they discovered it had been very much wanted by them both. 

Rogue had a complicated relationship with kids. She loved them dearly, but never really thought of herself as a mother type. Not to bring them into the world. It was something that scared her when she was with Remy. They'd had a scare once. He'd gotten so excited and wanted to start picking names immediately, not even considering her feelings. They'd gotten into a huge fight and Rogue came close to leaving him then. He finally apologized, but she still wasn't settled. 

Magnus on the other hand, during this whole ordeal, let her take the lead. Made sure what she wanted was done. That she was comfortable. When she was in pain, he and Rachel ganged up on Beast saying he was using antiquated books and information. Beast finally gave in, admitting that yes, not much study had been done on the female body at all, and he would follow the lead of his patient, but would also take care not to overdose her. That satisfied everyone. She hadn’t cramped in days, and Beast performed an exam to make sure everything was gone, and it was. She and Magnus clung to each other and cried for hours after that.

That was when they talked about deciding the baby had been wanted. They still haven't talked about any kids in the future. But Rogue could see herself having kids with Magnus. Unlike Remy, Magnus listened and paid attention. He even had when they first got together and birth control came up. They had an actual discussion, instead of him saying it was going to be his way or the highway. She guessed with his age and having been married and in other long-term relationships before, Magnus had picked up on listening to his partner. 

Cradling her lower abdomen, Rogue thought about what if the baby had stayed. Would Magnus be by her side? Would he be helping her? Be there for her. What would it be like to be pregnant and know it? Beast determined she had been about 12 weeks along. That was their last night in Utopia when he told her he wasn't afraid of a little distance. Sure, they'd had quick visits in between here and there, but both had been busy. And she'd been so stressed. When would she have noticed? While she was giving birth?! 

Then her thoughts trailed over to holding the baby. A little girl, maybe? The same beautiful blue eyes as her father. Maybe her hair, just minus the white streak. She would have been the most precious and loved baby ever. Joining her sisters and brother. But now… the tears flowed freely, again.

Magneto exited the bathroom, fully dressed, minus his shoes. He was going to meet Kitty in an hour to go over the applications for the new faculty. He noticed Rogue was lying on her side, cradling her stomach. She looked beautiful like that. Then he noticed the sob she just heaved. Padding quickly over to the bed, climbing in behind her, gathering her up in his arms, he held her while she cried. 

“It's muh fault she's not here!” She cried.

“Shshsh, no, no, no. We talked about this, my love. You are not at fault. You didn't know,” kissing her head, it alarmed him that she had gendered the baby. That wasn't anything they'd discussed. 

“It is! She's gone and it's all my fault!” She clung to her lover. He was her source of comfort and solace. When the world dropped out from under her last week, he had been there, and he was still there. Holding her, while she came to terms with this loss. 

Kissing her temple, Magneto takes a breath, “Liebchen, just breathe for me. Please.”

They lay there, holding each other, crying, letting out their emotions. 

******

“I apologize for my tardiness,” Magneto sat across from Headmistress Pryde in her office. 

“Erik, it's all right. You and Rogue are going through a difficult time right now. Rachel informed me that you both were resting, and we put two and two together. We don’t even need to do this right now.” She gave him a sympathetic smile. When they’d told her about the miscarriage, she told Rogue to take as much time as she needed. Next thing she knew, Erik was handing her the schematics and passcodes for the updated security system, and he was making suggestions on improvements for the school. He'd also asked her if it would be ok, that if Rogue decided to stay, that he could stay on as a physics teacher. It surprised her, to say the least. 

“Rogue needs proper rest without me fretting over her like a nursemaid. This should not take long, so I can go and check on her. It is also the least I can do for you, allowing me to stay here, offering me room and board.” Magneto took a folder from the desk labeled applicants.

Kitty sighed, chuckling. “Always working, Erik?” 

“Not as much as I could be right now. This is more of a distraction, and will serve as one for Rogue when we talk later.”

“You know you don't have to worry about room and board, right? With me in charge, you're covered for life. I still owe you for giving me my life back,” Kitty reaches a hand across the desk and places it over his. “As far as I'm concerned, regardless if you and Rogue are together, there will be a place for you here, always.”

He considered her words for a minute. “You're serious? You think you owe me for bringing you home?” He watches as she nods her head. “Dear child, you owe me nothing. I am appreciative of the gratitude, but you owe me nothing. You are a mutant, and one of my sisters, in more ways than one.”

“We'll agree to disagree, ok.” He seemed satisfied with that. “Now, the Language Arts teachers are all mutants, and pretty qualified…”

*****

Gambit stood outside Rogue's door, flowers in hand. He was still nervous about seeing her, feeling the guilt in his part of her injuries. Finally finding the courage, he knocks on the door gently. After a minute it opens, revealing Magneto on the other side. 

“Ah, LeBeau. We wondered when you would make an appearance. She is resting, but please, come in,” the older mutant opened the door all the way, making way for Gambit.

“If she be sleepin’ I come back later. No need ta disturb her,” he wasn't looking forward to talking to Magneto by himself. 

“No, I insist. Please, the flowers, place them on the nightstand,” he indicated the one near where Rogue lay. 

“Ok,” he walked in quietly, seeing Rogue sleeping peacefully, her head bandaged still. He did take note that she looked like she'd been crying. Going to the nightstand, he rests the flowers down on a space, near other flowers and a notepad, as Magneto closes the door. Gambit couldn't help but notice Rogue's beautiful handwriting on the pad, listing… baby names?

“Uh…?” Gambit stumbled over his words a bit. He couldn't help but stare at the notepad. 

Magneto sighed deeply. McCoy had suggested that maybe it would help Rogue if she went through some names for the baby, and named it. It had been too early to determine the gender, but Rogue insisted it had been a girl. The evidence of that exercise was there on the nightstand. This was a conversation he did not want with Gambit.

“Rogue is pregnant?” Gambit finally looked over at Magneto. The look on his face was confusing. It was a blend of sorrow and something else. 

Might as well get it out of the way, “She was.”

Was? She was? Meaning she wasn't anymore. That meant… “Non!” Came out in a harsh whisper. “Non! Dat woul' mean she lost it when… non!” Remy LeBeau gave Magneto a mournful look. 

“Neither of us were aware,” Magneto spoke carefully. He didn't want to cry or give in to his anger. Honestly, he did not blame Gambit for what happened. But it would be so easy to use him as a scapegoat. “Had we been, things would have been approached much differently.” 

“Je suis tellement désolé. De Gambit did not know. Tings ben differrent had I known,” Remy started crying. 

Magneto shocked Gambit with his next action. He put a hand on his shoulder, “LeBeau, I know. You have been steadfast in your friendship with Rogue. I know you helped her when Logan decided to be difficult with her. I know you have been there when I could not. I do not doubt that any part you took in her injuries last week were all accidental. So does she.”

“But de bébé? Dat is no so unforgivable, non?” 

“Whatever we do or say is not going to bring the child back. All we can do now is be there for Rogue. She is taking this especially hard. I am… beginning to worry. McCoy believes it may have to do with her head injury. That may be so.” He peers over at the sleeping form of his lover. The medicine that Rachel had brought up was doing its job. Rogue was sleeping through their conversation. “Come sit.”

Magneto led him over to the sitting area Rogue had set up, where she and Rachel usually spent time. The two men sat down in the plush chairs, collecting themselves. 

“Wha’ she nee’ from me? Remy do what he can ta help Rogue.”

“Be her friend, as you have been. Be here for her especially when I cannot. I do not know if this is where we will stay, I have left that up to her after she is healed. If we do, and I am called elsewhere, it will be a comfort to know that she has you at her back.” Magneto knew full well that Rogue could take care of herself. But he began reevaluating a few things about her and their relationship. Things he hadn’t considered before. Like emotional support. Rachel read him the proverbial riot act about that. Noticing that she was indeed thriving with it, even considering her reactions to the miscarriage, this was something he considered talking to Gambit about.

“O'course. Gambit a'ways has Rogue's back. I be dere fer her. No matter where she be.” 

“Good. We are appreciative of this.” Magneto looked like he had a weight lifted off of him. “It should also go without saying that the news of the baby is mine and Rogue's to share.”

“Gambit gotcha. No’ a word from him ‘bout it.” He pretended to zip his lips, causing Magneto to roll his eyes. 

*****

A few weeks later Rogue was given a clean bill of health. She and Magneto found themselves in Headmistress Pryde's office, ready to discuss the future. 

“I wish I could convince you both to stay,” Kitty was genuine in her sentiment. Rogue is an old friend, and Magneto makes himself indispensable around the school. It seemed once word got around that he was present on the campus, very few wanted to actually mess with the school. 

“Ah'm sorry Kitty, really. But, we need this. Muh body is healed, but muh mind and soul ain't. Some time away from ev'rybody will do me some good,” Rogue smiled, but it was empty. She felt normal, but it was almost robotic in how she responded and reacted to everyone. Everyone, but Magnus that is. 

“As I've stated before, where Rogue goes, so do I,” Clutching her hand tightly, Magnus hoped that Rogue felt the encouragement he was sending her. Felt how proud he was of her. She needed time. Yes, their people needed them. However, after hard lessons learned, he knew she needed a respite or things would not end well for her. And that would not do. 

“Is it a secret where you two are going?” Kitty asked.

“No. Ah thought maybe we oughta go back to where it started for us. We're headin’ for the Savage Land.” 

Magneto had kept up with his Citadel base, even made some improvements on it, and offered it up when Rogue had mentioned wanting to go back to the Savage Land. The light in her eyes when he told her gave him hope that it was the right decision. 

“Oh. Ok. You both will keep in touch, right?”

“That is the plan, Katherine. I have already talked to Scott, that if an emergency arises and we are needed, do not hesitate to call us. We will not be completely out of contact,” Magneto assured her.

“Good. Because I will miss you guys. Rogue, you are indispensable when it comes to the kids. We can't afford to lose you. But, I completely understand you needing time,” turning to Magnus, Kitty continues, “I know you will make sure you both are well rested and cared for while you are away. And the offer still stands for you to come back here. As long as I am Headmistress, it's an open invitation, Erik.” 

“Kitty, you have no idea how much that means,” Rogue is teary-eyed, unable to finish her sentence. 

“Just because my counterpart is a hardheaded idiot, it doesn't mean I am,” She winks. 

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

And he felt so safe there, in his eyes it was like Lucifer had nothing to worry about. Adam was all he needed, he knew that he was very attractive from the moment he saw him.

Adam: And I must say, you are the best looking man here.~ I will have every part of you, mind, body and soul. You belong to me Luci, say it.~

Lucifer: I belong to you, Adam.

Lucifer wasn't sure what that tone in his own voice was, it sounded other worldly, echoy, and himself but different all at once.

Adam smiled more: That's my good boy.~

Now, normally Adam would impregnate all the nuns before leaving somewhere, have them all lined up willingly and waiting for his seed and he might still do that his children need to walk the earth everywhere.

But Lucifer was different, made him feel a little different.

Later that week, Lucifer went out and bought everything that Charlie would need, a crib, formula, diapers etc. He smiled as he tucked his little girl in and went over to his own bed.

Lucifer only had on boxers and a t-shirt for going to sleep in. He cast one last look at the crib before turning out the light.

That's when he felt a weight straddle him. He didn't need light to know it was Adam, his golden glowing eyes gave him away.

Lucifer: Adam?

Adam smiled and Lucifer instantly felt calm: Yes pet, I'm here. Because I have chosen you as the man I will have.~

Lucifer felt himself twitch in his boxers, did that mean what he thinks it means?

Adam slowly removed Lucifer's boxers and grinned wolfishly at the prize that was hidden beneath. He gripped it to get Lucifer at full mass.

Adam: Mmmm, so that's where the rest of your height went.~ If that false God did anything for you, it was to give you a nice cock to pleasure me with.~

Adam moved the front of his habit and pinned in so Lucifer could see everything. Adam moaned as he slowly lowered himself onto Lucifer's cock, making sure that his pet was watching

Lucifer could only watch as Adam, his God pinned his arms to the bed and rode his dick.

Adam: Mmm.~ Where have you been hiding this treat?~

Lucifer cracked a smirk as pride filled his chest, something that Adam didn't miss.

Adam: You have a lot of pride Luci, why don't you fill me with it?~

Lucifer moaned as Adam moved a little faster and reached back and massaged his balls, Adam squeezed around him. Lucifer wanted to thrust up into him so badly.

Adam was always told that the one that could resist him would be his most compatible and they weren't wrong.

Adam gripped Lucifer chin and looked into his eyes: That's it handsome, give me everything.~ This is the best and only pussy you'll ever have again.~

And Lucifer believed him, no one has ever felt this good or made him feel this good, or this much pleasure or satisfied in his life.

Adam leaned down and kissed him: Give me your seed, pet.~

Lucifer moaned as Adam kissed him again and rode him fast, he's never had someone take all of him before. Adam released some magic when Lucifer came so he could get it as deeply as he could.

Lucifer: Ahh!!~

Adam moaned as he came too, the feeling of being filled felt amazing, he touched his lower abdomen as he rocked on Lucifer's dick.

Adam: Mmmm, fuck what a great cock you have pet.~ And don't worry I'll keep it safe.~

Lucifer didn't know what he meant by that but when Adam leaned down to give him one more kiss he passed out.

I am CRAVING some demon nun!Adam right now!

Help me, Things! 😫😫😫

Okay, I can help you.

*Cracks knuckles*

What about Demon Nun Adam x Human Priest Lucifer. Like maybe he's losing his faith a bit but is sticking with it for his father.

And Adam is the new "nun"

[egophiliac]

surprise! here's some Ex-Aid!

deliberately not saving this for either holiday, because...that feels like it would be weird? let's pour one out for Poppy and Dan and their bizarro mobius strip of a family dynamic. 🫗

[savage-rhi]

😭😂

[kaiowut99]

Also, always a bit amused when 4K misses a spot while blanking things like this lol

[byanyan]

ough i was awake until almost 9 this morning with stupid fucking jaw pain so i got like 5 hours of shitty inconsistent sleep and i want to just curl up on the floor n disappear (or cry. both would be fine tbh)

[wolvertooth]

[1327-1]

just found some of my old accounts and stuff that i made and realized i made something with scrolling textures. what the fuck was i doing in 2011

[hisgoodgirl666]

so i still have this rib injury so i'm going to the dr tomorrow. worst part is that sex is difficult/painful... 😭 so we've been minimizing as best we can. but i don't wanna. 😤 literally holding off on reading erotica when i'm craving it bc i don't wanna make myself super horny, which is also why i'm on not here much since then. whatever it is seems like it's going to take a while to heal. 😣 we'll find out tomorrow...

[sysig]

Tamagotchi hype, haircut hype! (Patreon)

[lynxalon]

gamers i feel fuckennnnnn terrible ✌️