#back when i was still just his toy n my wings were new he

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

...then I remember all the things I'm scared of again

[nymphoheretic]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Plaything •°*”˜.•°*”˜

Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.

Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word count : 4.6k

Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader

A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.

Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!

Tags: @bakugosbratx (cause I'd get yelled at if I didn't) @herohibiscus (karaku brainrot partner in crime) @linpunny (monsterfucker bestie) @fushisslut (have your lawyer call mine) @sirenspider @unknownspecies @sailewhoremoon @potofstewie @medusashima @sweetblueworm @gh0stfac3-w1f3y @zoroarkstar @potatoboiasta @rav3enmuse @gingerspicelattemix @redsharksimp @shadowvessel172 @hiitogata @iamthepaninpanic @yandere-wishes @tommyinnit-kinnie @maddyybtw @rani-02 @hulahoopingpro @justsomereaderwholikesanime @dedukiddu @shockinglysubmissive @cherryblossomsenpai @cherry1hearts @violxtbxbyy @jeschalynn @jazzthatonewriterchick @comatosebunny09 @ilovetwodmen @cockadodalcuck @nightimewalk-chan @enchantedforest-network

You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art. 

They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue – marked with the Kanji "pleasure" – slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.

"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"

His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top – the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. “Ne, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?”

Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you – saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. “Only if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.”

Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest  as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karaku’s tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. “Aizestu, Urogi, c’mon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.”

“Get your hands off of m–” Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.

“Hmmm, little plaything. You were saying?” He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. “Just look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, I’m still going to have fun.”

Urogi’s control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue – marked with the Kanji “Joy" – flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Fuck, she’s sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Don’t mind if I do.” When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.

You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demon’s crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with “pleasure” on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogi’s tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.

Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. “Karaku.” He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. “I think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.” His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. “And Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.” 

Karaku grinned. “That’s a great idea, Aizetsu!” He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. “But I think I’d rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.” Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogi’s tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.

Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsu’s words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. “You’re going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?”

Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. “What utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whore’s body.” But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.

Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. “You should feel lucky that I’m willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.” His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karaku’s eager tongue and forcing more of Urogi’s cock down your throat.

You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekido’s claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.

Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking – oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush. 

Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. “Urogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until she’s able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...” He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. “Prep her ass for your cock.”

Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.

“Now, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.” He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. “That’s the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!”

You could feel Sekido’s sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped. Sekido’s tongue was hot – hotter than Karaku’s. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine. 

Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. “Aww, is the pretty little slayer crying?” He cooed condescendingly, “Such a good girl you are.” His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. “Oh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?”

Moaning around Urogi’s cock at Karaku’s filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. “That's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.” Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.

“Shit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.” Urogi’s cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. “Fuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?” His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldn’t breathe.

Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. “Don’t fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.” He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake – the feeling making your body release your juices on Karaku’s tongue.

“Did I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?” Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet – a potent elixir that coats his tongue. “Fucking delicious.” 

Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take – and he was approaching it. “Karaku, fuck her pussy hard, but don’t cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.”

Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. “Fuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we haven’t even fucked you yet.” His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. “You heard Aizetsu. Open up.” Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. “Such a good fucking whore you are.”

Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. “Gonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?” He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.

Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. “Tight ass bitch. Let me inside.” He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.

You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogi’s balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.

Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekido’s cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. “You’re so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...” Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. “So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. “F-fuck...” He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. “Squeezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. You’re such a filthy little cumslut.” He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karaku’s waist.

Urogi’s tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?” His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. “Or you’d rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?”

Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. “Make her swallow it, Urogi.”

“You heard him! Open up!” The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.

Aizetsu’s face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened – his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasn’t enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin – which he quickly licked away. Soon. He’d let his counterparts finish first. 

Karaku’s hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogi’s dick bulged in your pretty throat. “Fuck you’re taking all three of us so well.” His fingers tighten around your thighs – they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.

He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesu’s command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. “Go ahead.” He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. “Cum on my cock. Soak it. Y’know you want to.”

Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. “Fucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. You’re just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?”

“Fuck, I’m about to cum.” Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. “Take it! And don’t waste a drop!” With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.

Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. “Give it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut we’re training you to be.”

You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. “Oh fuck!” You screamed as you came hard on Karaku’s dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. “I...I can’t. Please stop.”

Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep – stretching the tight muscles into his shape. “Shit.” He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. “Tch.” The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. “Suck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.”

The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karaku’s mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. “Shit...” Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekido’s brutal thrusting.

Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. “Slutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.” His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. “Fucking...I’m cumming. Cumming...!” He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.

You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole – it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. “No...” you swallowed. “No, more.”

Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. “But you only took three of us. There are four of us.” He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.

Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.

“Wait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.” Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. “Lemme have her ass.”

Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. “This ass?” Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. “G-go a-fuck-ahead.”

You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. “No, please. I can’t take it anymore.”

Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue – the Kanji “sorrow” etched into the pink muscle – sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. “You can, pretty slayer. Aren’t we making you feel so good? Tell me I’m making you feel good, please?”

Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. “Fuck, you’re so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.” He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. “You love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?”

Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. “C’mon pretty slayer, touch me too.” Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist. 

You wrapped your other arm around Urogi’s neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful – building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogi’s back as the other squeezed Karaku’s cock.

“Oi, human!” Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. “You got one more hole, let me–” He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.

“We wanna hear her.” They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.

Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. “Please. Need for you to tell me that I’m making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.”

Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogi’s shoulder. “Fuck! You’re making me feel so fucking good.” You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.

Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. “You’re damn right we are.” His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. “H-hey...” He mewled. “Not the wings.” The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. “Fucking dammit...” 

Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. “Don’t mind if I do.” He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.

The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsu’s neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, “Cum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know I’m making you feel good.”

“Yeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?” His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekido’s cock.

“Fucking shit, bitch.” Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. “Making me cum like that...you’re such a whore...” he panted.

Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum – to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. “Just let go and be our plaything.” He whispered.

Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting – the hot clear liquid drenching Karaku’s face and dripping down Aizetsu’s thighs.

“Good fucking girl.” The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.

Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. “Oh fuck. Oh shit...” He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasn’t to last much longer. “Gonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say that’s what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.”

In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, “Want your cum. Give it to me.”

No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. “Take it. Take it all.” He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. “You’re our plaything now.”

Even you had to agree, You’ve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu – no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.

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[josephandrewstarkey]

In honor of the VS fashion show , maybe model reader and Drew is at her show in awe of her w smut after the show???

hi anon i love this request i hope you like this x

wrapped in you

warnings: 18+ minors DNI!! p in v sex, smut, dirty talk, unprotected sex, handjob

disclaimer: had to wash my hands 3 times while writing this + requests are open!!

pairing: drew starkey x supermodel!reader

Y/N had been a supermodel for years, strutting down some of the most iconic runways in the world, but the 2024 return of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show was something special. After a few years of the brand being away, the show had come back bigger and better than ever, and Y/N had been invited to make her triumphant return. This time, it felt different, though. This time, she had Drew with her.

Drew Starkey had always been supportive of her career, but he had never seen her walk in person. The idea of him watching her from the front row, surrounded by celebrities and flashing cameras, made her both excited and a little nervous. It was a Victoria’s Secret show, after all—famous for its grand sets, stunning models, and the most revealing, glamorous lingerie. It was a new level of vulnerability, even for her.

Drew could tell how much this meant to her. He had been with her backstage throughout the day, staying out of the way but always nearby, making sure she knew he was there. As she got ready for the show, surrounded by hairstylists and makeup artists, he slipped into the dressing room, quietly pulling the curtain back just enough to see her sitting in front of the mirror.

Her hair was already done, cascading in soft waves around her shoulders, and her makeup was flawless, giving her that signature angelic glow. She looked up when she saw him in the reflection, a smile spreading across her lips.

“Hey,” she greeted, her voice soft but bright.

Drew smiled back, crossing the room to stand behind her. “You look incredible,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to her shoulder, just peeking out from her robe. His hands found her waist as he stood there, his lips brushing her skin again, his voice low and full of admiration. “You’re gonna kill it out there, Y/N.”

She laughed softly, a little bit of nervousness still lingering in her chest. “I hope so. I’m a little nervous, honestly.”

Drew turned her around gently, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. His eyes softened, and he leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss—soft and reassuring at first, but lingering longer than either of them expected. He pulled back just enough to whisper against her lips, “You’ve got this. You’re the most beautiful woman here. No one’s even gonna come close.”

Y/N blushed at his words, her heart swelling as he kissed her again, slower this time, his hands resting at the sides of her face. She melted into the moment, letting his touch soothe her nerves.

“Thank you,” she whispered when they finally pulled apart. Her fingers toyed with the hem of his shirt, reluctant to let him go. “I needed that.”

Drew chuckled softly, his forehead resting against hers for a moment longer before he pulled back with a grin. “I’ll be out there, front and center. Don’t worry, I won’t blink.”

With one last kiss, he stepped back, letting her finish getting ready. The moment lingered with Y/N as the final touches were made—her wings adjusted, her outfit perfected. When it was finally time, the adrenaline kicked in, her nerves giving way to excitement.

As the show began, the energy in the room shifted. Music blared, and one by one, the most gorgeous models in the world strutted down the runway, showing off their angel wings and glamorous lingerie. Each one was breathtaking in her own right, but when it was Y/N’s turn, everything seemed to pause for a second.

The backstage crew adjusted her wings—massive, white, and sparkling with intricate detail that made them look as if they’d been crafted by hand by some divine being. Her lingerie set matched perfectly, white lace and delicate straps hugging her body in all the right places. Her skin glowed under the runway lights, and the soft waves of her hair seemed to catch the light with every movement.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped out onto the runway. The second she did, the entire crowd’s attention was on her. Drew’s eyes were glued to her from the moment she appeared. He had always known she was stunning, but seeing her like this—confident, radiant, and in her element—left him speechless.

She walked with perfect grace, her long legs moving effortlessly down the runway, each step drawing the eyes of everyone in the room. Her hair flowed behind her, catching the wind machines just right, and her wings shimmered like they were alive. Drew couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her skin glistened in the soft glow of the lights. She was the embodiment of everything that made the show iconic, but even more than that, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

His heart pounded in his chest, barely able to keep up with the rush of emotions flooding through him. The way she moved, the confidence she radiated—it was impossible for him to look at anyone else.

The show eventually came to an end with all the models walking the final runway together, their wings creating a stunning display of beauty. But all Drew could think about was getting Y/N alone. He didn’t want to wait.

The second they were done, Drew was backstage, his eyes locking onto Y/N as she finished up. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before he was at her side, his hand wrapping around her waist. The intensity in his gaze sent a shiver down her spine.

“Let’s get out of here,” he muttered, his voice low and full of need. She could see the fire in his eyes, and it made her stomach flip with excitement.

Without another word, Drew took her hand and led her swiftly out of the backstage area, his urgency surprising y/n. They reached his car, and he helped her inside, his hand gently grazing her thigh as she sat down. y/n felt a tingle between her legs at his touch, and she bit her lip, anticipating what was to come.

Drew got into the driver's seat and started the engine, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he navigated through the busy streets. y/n sensed his impatience and felt a thrill coursing through her body. She knew what was on his mind, and she couldn't wait to give in to their desires.

During the drive, they exchanged heated glances, the anticipation building with every passing second. y/n's breathing quickened as she imagined his strong hands on her body, his lips trailing kisses down her neck. She wanted him, needed him, and the wait was becoming torturous.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: Drew's apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, Drew turned off the engine and pulled y/n close, crushing his lips against hers in a hungry kiss. y/n moaned, responding eagerly, her hands tangling in his hair as she returned his passion.

Breaking away momentarily, Drew whispered, "I need you, now."

y/n didn't reply; instead, she gently pushed him back against the seat and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. She kissed him deeply, her tongue dancing with his, their mouths devouring each other. She could feel his hard cock straining against his pants, and she ground her hips against him, enjoying the feel of his length pressing into her core through the thin fabric of her lingerie.

With deft fingers, she began unbuttoning his shirt, reveling in the feel of his warm skin beneath her palms. She wanted to touch every inch of him, mark him as her own. Drew's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, thumbs teasing her already hardened nipples through the delicate lace of her bra.

y/n gasped at the sensation, her head falling back slightly as a wave of pleasure washed over her. She continued her exploration, slowly unzipping his pants, reaching inside to wrap her hand around his thick, hardening cock. Drew hissed at the contact, his hips bucking slightly as she squeezed gently and began to stroke him.

"Fuck, y/n," he groaned, his hands grasping her hips. "You feel so good."

Smiling wickedly, y/n leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "I want you inside me, Drew. Right now."

With urgency, Drew lifted her, still straddling him, and carried her into the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him. He pressed her against the wall, his mouth claiming hers once more as he lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. y/n felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her pussy, and she ached to feel him buried deep within her.

In one swift motion, Drew thrust into her, filling her completely. y/n cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she relished the feeling of him stretching her, claiming her as his own. Drew began to move, his hips snapping as he set a ruthless pace, their bodies creating a sexy rhythm together.

y/n met his thrusts with equal fervor, her head thrown back, soft moans escaping her lips with each deep stroke. Drew's hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly as he pounded into her, his breath coming in sharp gasps. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the slick sounds of their passion filling the room.

"You feel so fucking tight, baby," Drew grunted, his eyes never leaving hers as he continued to thrust, his cock delving deep into her wet, willing pussy.

y/n's walls clenched around him, and she felt her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling tightly within her core. "Drew, I'm so close," she panted, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Don't stop."

Drew's hips snapped faster, his cock plunging into her again and again. "Come for me, y/n," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel you cum all over my cock."

His dirty words sent her over the edge, and y/n cried out as her orgasm washed over her, her walls clenching and pulsating around his hard length. Drew felt her pussy contracting around him, and with a few more sharp thrusts, he followed her over the precipice, crying out her name as he spilled himself deep inside her, his cock pulsating with release.

Their breathless bodies remained locked together for several moments, their hearts pounding in unison. y/n gently kissed Drew, a smile playing on her lips. "That was incredible," she murmured, her hands gently stroking his hair.

Drew buried his face in the crook of her neck, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "It was," he agreed, his voice laced with satisfaction. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A shiver ran down y/n's spine at his whispered words, and she knew that this night was just the beginning of an intimate and passionate exploration of their desires. She couldn't wait for what came next.

Their clothes, now discarded on the floor, were a testament to the heat and urgency of their passion, and y/n knew that this was just the first of many intimate encounters that would leave them both breathless and craving more.

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The Makeover and The Makeup

Title: The Makeover and The Makeup

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic), Alastor x reader (mentioned)

Word Count: ~1,369

In which Angel Dust and the reader get into a fight in the middle of a makeover session.

A/N: Part 3 of the Never and Always series. It’s super short, but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Val, mentions of de*th, Angel being suggestive, ooc Angel maybe

When you had first struck a deal with the Vees, they had treated you with something that had almost resembled kindness. They had showered you in compliments and praise, feeding you false promises and empty words of endearment.

It lasted for two days.

After that, you were fair game. Fresh meat. A new toy for all three Vees to poke and prod at while you did their bidding.

But then came your knight in blood red armor, holding his cane in one hand and smiling broadly as he greeted you with a kiss to your knuckle for the first time.

You had stuck to Alastor’s side ever since.

But although you were more than grateful for his rescue, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a little alone. Alastor had saved you, yes, and he kept you by his side, of course, but he wasn’t exactly one to share feelings or stories. 

He did, however, listen to yours. 

After you had shared a particularly brutal story having to do with a certain moth demon, Alastor had come to a quick decision and swept you away to the Hazbin Hotel. 

When you arrived, you had found a group of souls that were just as broken as you were.

Especially Angel Dust. 

While your brief time with the Vees was nothing compared to Angel’s ongoing experience with Valentino, he seemed to appreciate that you had some semblance of understanding about what it meant to be Valentino’s target.

Meanwhile, you were just happy to find that you weren’t the only soul foolish enough to fall for the moth demon’s charms.

Ever since the two of you had found out about your shared past, Angel had practically taken you under his wing. He introduced you to Cherri Bomb, invited you when he was high strung and needed to go out, and confided in you when he had a rough day at work.

You had done the same, telling your stories about the Vees and your life Before and sharing your feelings.

The last point, though, you were beginning to regret.

“So he killed a guy for you, huh?” Angel asked as he circled you, admiring his handiwork.

“That’s not what I said,” you protested as you looked at your reflection in Angel’s full-length mirror. 

Angel stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. “You really think Smiles left the guy alive? C’mon, dollface, you ain’t that naive, are ya?”

You flushed and looked down.

“That’s what I thought,” Angel said, smugness coating his words as he began walking once again.

You looked back up and glared at him through the mirror. “You know, when I said you could give me a makeover, I didn’t mean I was going to be your personal dress-up doll. This is the fifth outfit.”

Angel stopped beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders and leaning into you as he admired his work in the mirror. “You knew what you were gettin’ into, sweet cheeks. Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

You did love it. It was fun to let your guard down for a few hours and allow Angel Dust to release his creative energy. Not that you would ever say so to his face, of course.

“Besides,” Angel continued as he wandered away from you and towards his closet, rifling through the many options. “Your first official date with Mista Creepy was a hit, right? We’ve gotta change up your style a bit if you wanna get some,” he said with a wink in your direction.

Your eyes widened. “That is not what I’m trying to do,” you hissed. “Alastor is my friend.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.”

“He is,” you insisted. “He’s been nothing but sweet to me, and I’m not going to ruin the friendship that we’ve built.”

You tried not to notice Angel’s grimace in the mirror. It was a lot harder to pretend, though, when he turned around with an uncertain expression on his face, holding a dress to his chest and avoiding eye contact.

“Look,” he said hesitantly. “I know he seems…”

“Kind.”

“Right,” Angel said, scratching the back of his head. “But I’ve been talkin’ to Husk. About you and Smiles. He says you should be careful.”

You couldn’t fight back the burst of anger that rose in your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Angel’s eyes widened as he held up his two free hands in surrender. “I ain’t sayin’ you gotta stop talkin’ to the guy. I’m just saying-”

“You don’t know him,” you interjected, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You don’t know anything about him. I know he’s an Overlord, but he’s sweet and he’s kind, and he’s never done anything to hurt me. He would never hurt anyone.”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left your lips. It was foolish of you to forget. Alastor was your friend, of course, but he was also an Overlord. One of the most powerful Overlords that Hell had ever seen.

There was a fire in Angel’s eyes as he leaned towards you. “He already has. He’s done it to all those other souls he owns, and he’s done it to Husk. I know you love ‘im, but he ain’t a good guy.”

You spluttered and stepped back, trying to ignore the blush that coated your cheeks. “I didn’t say I loved him.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You didn’t have to. I see how you look at him. It’s the same way I looked at Val before-” he stopped, looking down and away from you, shielding his gaze.

You felt your anger seep away as quickly as it had appeared. How could you have been so blind? Of course this situation felt familiar to Angel. You were a fool for not noticing any sooner. A fool, and a horrible friend.

Angel looked up, finally meeting your eyes. “I just don’t want you ta get hurt.”

You understood exactly what he was saying, of course. Alastor owned Husk’s soul, and despite never taking advantage of that fact when you were around, you had heard some of the stories from Angel. It only made sense that your friend was trying to warn you now. Someone he loved was already at the mercy of the Radio Demon. Of course he would do anything he could to protect you from the same fate.

You nodded, looking down. “I know,” you said quietly. 

You stepped forward then, wrapping your arms around the spider demon and squeezing tightly. “Thank you. For looking after me.”

For a moment, you received no response. Then, you heard the rustle of fabric as Angel dropped the dress that he was holding onto the floor, wrapping four of his arms around you and pulling you close. “That’s my job, toots,” he said quietly.

You held each other, a silent promise passing in between you as you gripped each other with all of the strength you could muster.

Finally, you stepped back, reaching out and grabbing two of Angel’s hands. You pressed them to your lips, one at a time, before looking up with a soft smile. 

“I hope I didn’t ruin the makeover,” you said with a gleam in your eye.

Angel grinned, reaching up with one of his free hands to ruffle your hair. “Not at all, sweet cheeks. Let’s get this show on the road.”

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When Husk found the two of you later that day after searching for his usual drinking partner, he didn’t find two demons smiling together as they dressed up and pretended for a few hours that the rest of Hell didn’t exist.

Instead, he found two wayward souls on the ground, half dressed and half asleep, leaning against each other as they spoke in a way that only the closest of friends could.

They looked over at him, smiling and beckoning him closer, and drawing him onto the floor with them, where they spoke until sleep finally wrapped its kind arms around them.

They were still in the hotel, of course, but for the first time in a long time, these three souls finally felt like they were home.

Part 4 Here!!

A/N 2: Another part with more Alastor x reader is coming soon, it’ll be a continuation of A Dance in Death!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

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Essence of the Feathered Heart

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𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; (eventually) ot8ateez x hybridbird!reader

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨; human!seonghwa (ft; human!hongjoong, foxhybrid!wooyoung) x hybridbird!reader

A/N ♥ hello reader !! this is my first time ever writing a fanfic or really a story so please dont be too harsh ^^,

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐯

it was early morning, maybe about 7am, when i was walking back to my little cabin in the forest. i had only been living here for about 2 years with no one having had found out. i was an outcast to my family. my whole family was born with beautiful black shiny wings while i was born with white ones. my grandpa was the only one who accepted me but it was probably because he also was born with white wings. he use to tell me how beautiful my wings were and how i should "never change who i am for anyone".

i think it was just his old age talking and him having regrets of how he lived his life and not wanting the same for me. he passed away 2 years ago which is why i now live here at this cabin. without my grandpa to protect me from my family they kicked me out, banished me if you will. for obvious reason i never got along with the rest of my family. when i was younger i would often run away to this cabin to be away from my family. i thought no one could find this cabin since it was so far into the forest, i thought that until i heard the cracking of the leaves outside the cabin. all of my senses are immediately filled, i close my eyes and crouch down so i'm not in view of the windows, trying my hardest to hear every little sound i could.

bang!

if i didn't hear the bullet break through the window then i still would've felt it pierce through my right wing. it hurt, a lot, but it didn't falter my ablilty to fly thankfully. immediately i was up in the air trying to escape from the cabin. i still didn't know what was going on but i knew i had to get out but as i was almost out the door, the wind created by my wings as i tried to fly out the door causing dust to fly everywhere, occasionally losing balance from pain and knocking vases, side tables, and some chairs over, i noticed i started not be able to feel my right wing.

"what? what's going on? ugh it hurts so much.." i thought to myself.

my vision starts to go blurry and i can't feel my wings anymore and i'm starting to lose feeling in the rest of my body and then..black. i felt my body hit the dirt just outside the cabin. i most likely wasn't even 10 feet from the steps leading up to the porch when i hit the ground the air getting knocked out of me. i could somewhat make out the voices around me.

"2 people. men. but..i can't see them" i thought to myself.

i tried to cover my body with my wings to provide me some sort of protection from these 2 men but as hard as i tried they wouldn't move.

"hunters? no they would've killed me already." i couldn't think anything else to myself as i soon lost conscious.

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𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

"Seonghwaaa, do you have to gooo?" i heard my fox hybird ,Wooyoung, cry to me as i put my shoes on.

"you want that new toy don't you?" i said back to him as he continued to pout at me.

"yes but can't Hongjoong get it? i wanted to keep playing with you.."

as Wooyoung continued to pout to me about not wanting me to leave, Hongjoong came up behind him putting the top of his head.

"come on Woo, let Seonghwa have some time alone. dinner is ready, i'll put some in the microwave for when you get home Hwa." i nodded to him,

"i'll be back soon Woo don't worry, we can keep playing games once i'm back."

i stood up from putting my shoes on, petting the top of his head behind his ears where he liked it. he purred a little. i waved to Wooyoung and Hongjoong saying i'd be quick. walking to the store was quiet, the sun was starting to set but it was still pretty bright outside. i walked up to the adoption center where they also sold lots of hybrids stuff, clothes for hybrids that have tail holes, hats with ear holes, some shirts with holes for wings, toys for teething or just to play with. i walked into the adoption center going to the section with toys looking for the one my fox hybrid wanted badly enough to ask me to go out and get it right then and there. as i was browsing through the toy section i could hear the front doors to the adoption center open. i didn't bother looking over, since i assumed it was just another customer coming in, but it was the blur of white that caught my eye. i looked over and saw two men basically dragging in this bird hybrid who was thrashing around clearly trying their hardest to get out of their restraints and the hold of the two men. the wings on this bird hybrid were so beautiful, breath taking, a gorgeous white color. i noticed the hint of red on the bird hybirds restrained wings.

"blood. they must've been captured as a unregistered hybrid." i thought to myself.

i felt bad. it must hurt. i watched as the two men dragged away the pretty winged hybrid. i noticed the muzzle the men had put on the hybrid. i didn't know what it would be for considering how the hybrid seemed to not have any sharp teeth. "maybe they just bite.." i said under my breath. the hybrids head turned once i said that, our eyes meeting. they looked so lost and almost defeated when we made eye contact. that was before they continued thrasing around and then they were pulled to the adoption side, behind a wall, to the orange code part of the center i'm assuming.

"orange codes, aggressive hybrids that are put into confinement, usually strapped to a bed of some sort depending on the hybrid, until they have calm down." i thought to myself as the lady at the front desk checked out the toy i was buying.

i left the adoption center, walking home, but i couldn't get that hybrid out of my head. once i reached home i gave Wooyoung the toy he wanted and gentelly patted his head has he started to play with it.

"what's wrong?"

i looked up from my daze to see Hongjoong looking up at me from his laptop at the table.

"nothing..just thinking." i responded.

it's not like i was lying to him or anything but there was a weird gut feeling in my stomach as i spoke to him. "oh come on, don't give me that. there's clearly something bothering you." i breathed in as i gathered my thoughts to tell him.

"i saw this beautiful bird hybrid at the adoption center when i went to get Woo his toy..i just can't stop thinking about them. how much pain they must being going through right now."

Hongjoong knew where this kind of conversation would lead, i knew it too. Hongjoong sighed as he got up from the table where he was working on his laptop and sat next to me on the couch.

"is this your way of asking me if we can adopted the hybrid?"

i stayed silent. in a way, even if i didn't want to admit it, i was asking him if we could take in another hybrid. we already had three though..even though our apartment was fairly big, having four hybrids would be a lot to take care of. i knew that and yet, that one hybrid wouldn't leave my mind.

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hii tysm for reading this far !! i know this chapter wasn't much plot but it was a lot to write so i hope you're happy with it anyway ^^ if anyone wants to be on my tagged list pls comment for it !!

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Little Mouse

Pairing: Azriel x f!Reader

Summary: azriel has a new toy to play with, and she is oh so much fun

Warnings: semi-public sex, stalking (??), dubcon (coercion), very slight dumbification, dacryphilia, azriel's a little weird (but like in a hot way)

Words: 4733

A/N: first fic on this blog and my first smut fic ever 🫣 kinda nervous. I really enjoyed writing this and I want to get into writing smut more often, if you have any suggestions, please let me know! I'm always up for constructive criticism.

NSFW below the cut, minors DNI

The winding corridors of the palace left you dizzy, lips set in a deep frown as you searched relentlessly for the entrance to the library. Your first day and you were already late…not that it was your fault, anyhow. Your escort for the day decided not to show up, so you were left wandering the halls of an unfamiliar palace that felt like it was triple the size of Velaris itself. What a mess.

Coming to an open landing, you frowned. There were two hallways on either side of you, and both looked entirely identical, with no signs or indicators telling you which way to go. “You’d think with a palace this big there’d be at least someone walking around.” You muttered, glancing down both hallways to see if anyone passing by could help you. Alas, it was utterly empty, leaving you standing in the middle of the landing, looking completely idiotic.

“I swear, whoever this Azriel guy is…” you groan, throwing yourself down the hallway on the left, opening the door at the end only to be met with another splitting corridor. “I’m going to kill him.”

At your words, you hear a rustle behind you, causing you to whip around quickly, eyes wide. No one was there, the corridor behind you was still empty. “Hello?” you call out, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. No one was here…and yet…a scent brushed past you, mist and cedar and something distinctly male. You frown again, walking further into the landing, searching for whoever may be hiding here. The feeling of being watched takes over you, gooseflesh rising over your skin, and before you can stop yourself, you’re calling out again, “I could really use the help, you know.”

There’s still no response, and tears start to prick at your eyes in frustration, a pout forming on your lips. You pull the invitation letter out of your pocket, reading over it again to ensure you aren’t missing any details. There were no instructions on how to reach the library, only a key to your dorm room and specific instructions to wait for a male named Azriel to escort you there. After twenty minutes of waiting in the foyer, you decided it would be better to look for the library yourself…obviously, you were incredibly wrong “This blows, I’m so late.”

You turn to head back the other way when a large male body comes into view, leather wings outstretched and a small, almost imperceptible smirk gracing his lips. You’re surprised at first, jumping at the sudden appearance of the male, but you sag in relief, hopeful he can show you where to go.

He says nothing, only watches you silently as you smile awkwardly, throwing your hand up in greeting. “Um, hello. I’m one of the new scholars invited to study by the High Lord and…I seem to have lost my way to the library.”

You wait for his response, but he stays silent, only stepping closer to you, observing you in a way that makes you shift on your feet. You tear your gaze away from him, swallowing thickly before adding, “Do you…um…do you happen to know the way? I’m already very late…so…”

Finally, he replies, voice dark and smooth, “Yes.” That’s all he says before he turns on his heel, circling back through the hallways you had just come through. You struggle to keep up, pace speeding up to match his long stride. He notices, a smirk curling at his lip, yet he does nothing to correct it. Irritation lights a fire in your veins, what the hell is wrong with this guy?

He looks down at you, and you rush to shift your gaze, taking interest in the art along the walls of the palace instead, hands wringing in nervous habit. As you’re walking, you get the distinct feeling that he’s watching you, despite his eyes being trained forward, locked on the journey to the library. You swallow thickly, teeth poking out to chew on your bottom lip when he breaks the silence, “Don’t be nervous, Little Mouse, you have nothing to fear.”

You tense at his voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. Little…mouse? “Uh…sorry.” You reply awkwardly, gaze shifting away from him again, speeding up your walk once more to try and get out of this situation. He stops you, blocking your path down the hallway. He’s painfully handsome, you think. It’s a shame that when he opens his mouth, his beautiful face can’t make up for it.

“There’s no need to apologize, Little Mouse,” you bristle at the name, and his smirk deepens as he turns around, pace faster than it was before. “I do find your nervousness to be quite amusing. I must admit, it’s been a while since I’ve been so entertained.”

Your legs strain to keep up with him, and a slight annoyance lifts your tone as you bite back, “Glad I could be of service.”

He chuckles at your reaction before coming to a stop in front of a large wooden door. His smirk widens as he pushes it open, gesturing with a hand for you to enter. You nod in thanks before stepping over the threshold, the awkward encounter forgotten entirely as you take in the sight of the library, floor-to-ceiling shelves stacked high with books, all of various age and binding. It’s difficult to hide your grin at the sight, immediately forgetting about the male and stepping up to the first shelf, fingertips brushing against the cool leather spines.

“Now, why would you be so excited about…a library.” You nearly jump out of your skin when the strange male is once again next to you, thinking he would have left after he escorted you to your location.

You don’t turn to him, still scanning the shelves for books in your area of study, “You’re kidding, right? All this knowledge, laid out right in front of you? How could you not be excited?”

He smiled softly now, suddenly more genuine than he had been this whole time, “You have a point…this library is home to much knowledge and secrets.” He pauses, smirk settling once again, “You’re right, Little Mouse. It is quite exciting.”

You turn to him fully now, eyes narrowing dangerously, “Why do you keep calling me that? I do have a name, you know!” You snap, though that only seems to spur him on, grin widening at your outburst.

“It suits you, don’t you think?” He chuckles softly, bending down so he’s at your level. You back away from him, attention returning to the shelves.

“You could at least give me your name, since you’re so insistent.”

“Azriel.” He replies, and you can hear the humour in his voice as you whip towards him, eyes full of rage.

“You? You were supposed to be leading me from the beginning?”

He laughs heartily, “I was with you the whole time, Little Mouse.”

Your mouth drops open at that, and it’s then that you process the male’s scent. Cedar and mist. As if to prove his point further, he rustles his wings behind his back, emitting the same sound that you heard back in the corridor. Now fuming with rage, you push past him, grabbing a random book off the shelf and walking towards the tables in the middle of the library, fixing him with a glare as you pass, “Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”

His smirk is enraging as he gestures towards the tables, letting you walk past him without saying another word.

You find a corner of the library, hidden away from everyone else, and lay out your supplies. Reading over the title of the book, it’s something that you aren’t even remotely interested in, but there’s no way you’re going back over there and facing that male again. Instead, you crack the book open, flipping to the introduction pages before dipping your pen in your ink and beginning to take notes. Soon, you immerse yourself in your work, everything else fading away into nothing.

A few hours pass with no interruption, and it isn’t until you are bored to tears by the book that you hear the chair in front of you squeak, a heavy body falling into it soon after. “That seat’s taken.” You lie, not looking up from your page, eyes drooping with sleep. Whoever is in the seat doesn’t move, only leans backwards casually. Annoyed, you look up, only for your eyes to widen as you spot Azriel, staring at you intently. He smiles wide, and if he wasn’t such an asshole, you would find him utterly beautiful.

“There she is.” He says, and you couldn’t help the flip your stomach did at the tone. You rolled your eyes regardless, turning back to the book with no response. He leans forward at that, arms resting just at the top of your book, his heavenly scent devouring your senses. “Am I that unimportant to you, Little Mouse?”

You grit your teeth before giving him an indignant look, shutting your book forcefully. “Don’t you have, I don’t know, a job? Anything better to do than just sitting here and harassing scholars.”

He chuckles at your irritation, “Why does my job matter right now?”

“Because I’m trying to do mine. And you’re making it incredibly difficult. Go be a nuisance somewhere else.”

“Aww, you don’t want me with you?” he smirks, and you realize at that moment that this is just a game to him. He’s riling you up for his pleasure, because for some reason, he’s decided that you’re his source of entertainment for the day.

“Leave. Me. Alone.” You bite out, capturing the attention of the other scholars and priestesses around you. You flush at the attention, embarrassed, before sinking into your seat.

The gleam in his eyes shows that he particularly liked that outburst, an amused look morphing his features, “Oh? Was that a bit louder than you expected?”

Having none of it, you gather the book in your hands and throw your supplies into your bag once more, not caring if the ink is dry. “I’m leaving. Have a nice day.” you bite out, standing from your seat and rushing towards the door.

Before you can get to the door, he appears at the threshold in a wreath of shadows, a splitting grin morphing his features. You recover from your shock quickly, moving to push past him, but his wings snap out, blocking your exit entirely. “Oh, Little Mouse, you aren’t going anywhere just yet.”

Anger seizes you, and before you can think, your hand is raised, open palm connecting with his cheek in a loud slap. As soon as you’ve done it, your eyes widen, and you back away from him, terrified of what he’ll do. Surprisingly, the male only chuckles, leaning towards you, “Did that make you feel better, Little Mouse?”

Before you can reply, he’s backed you into a wall, hands on either side of your body. As he leans closer to you, lips brushing your ear, “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.”

Tears prick your eyes at the contact, your heart hammering in your chest, begging for someone to walk past and save you from this situation. His wings flare out, blocking your view from behind him. “Please,” you whisper, tears now falling down your cheeks, “this isn’t fun for me. Please, let me go.”

You tremble as a soft chuckle reaches your ear, breath caressing the side of your neck, “It’s very fun to play with you. I enjoy how easy it is to take control of you.”

You shudder at his words, searching for anything to get him off you so you can make your escape. “S-surely the High Lord would not be happy with you…harassing one of his scholars.”

He chuckles dryly, wings loosening from their taught position behind him, but his smirk is still proud, “I doubt Rhysand will be angry with this.” His words are threatening, but despite his tone, he’s stepping away from you. “In any case, I’ve enjoyed our time together, Little Mouse…and I will most definitely see you again.” He takes a step back, offering you his hand. You stare back in astonishment, surprised he would let you off this easily. “For now, you should clean up those tears…no matter how amusing it was to see them.”

Ignoring his hand, you rushed to the door, pulling it open with all your might before hurrying down the hallway, rushing up to the left staircase where your invitation said the dorms would be. You didn’t dare look behind you, sure that if you did, he would be waiting there for you, ready to pounce.

~ ☆ ~

The next week passes with no encounter from Azriel. You are slowly getting used to the swing of things at the library and even made a few friends with the other scholars studying here with you. You didn’t tell any of them about your encounter with Azriel, afraid of what they may say. Apparently, he’s a big hit with the females around here, and you have to wonder if any of them have had any real interactions with him. Sure, he’s beautiful, but the fear he instilled in you that day…you couldn’t imagine he could behave in any way other than that.

You pointedly decided to ignore the fact that you hadn’t been able to get him off your mind these past few days. Even more so the fact that you had your fingers buried in your cunt just last night, imagining it was his hand working you so well, his words playing on repeat in your head. Yes, that absolutely didn’t happen at all.

Pushing the thoughts of him out of your mind, you arrived at the library, choosing another secluded spot in the corner. Soon, you’re consumed in your work, hastily scribbling notes on your parchment about healing herbs and what they’re used for. Utterly entranced by the topic, your brows furrow in concentration, pausing only to dip your pen into your ink pot. You worked late into the night, barely noticing the passage of time, even as scholars and priestesses packed up their belongings, ready to turn in for the night. You loved when your work consumed you like this like all that mattered in the world was you and the words you worshipped, like not a single thing could break you from your stupor.

“Studying, Little Mouse?” A voice like velvet whispered into your ear, startling you. You grit your teeth, but chose to ignore the insistent buzzing in your ear, only dipping your pen back in the ink and starting from where you left off. He chuckles and leans closer, peering over your shoulder to see what you’re doing, “Oh, I do love it when you are lost in a book like that…”

You ignore him still, but an involuntary shiver runs down your spine, and you bite your lip to suppress the blush that rises to your cheeks. “Maybe I could find a better use for you instead…”

You can practically hear the smirk in his words, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes from your lips. Your hands tremble, pen falling from your grasp and rolling onto the floor, and you know he’s won. He chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction, and grabs hold of your chin, pulling your face towards him. “Hello, Little Mouse.” He whispers, and your eyes glaze at the sound of it, “I think it’s time you gave me your full attention.” You swallow thickly at his words, eyes wide as you gaze up at him. His smirk remains, “It’s so easy to get a reaction out of you. Have I been on your mind?”

Your face burns, breath stuttering out of you, and he looks at you like he knows exactly where your hands have been. Quickly, you push his hands away, scrambling for anything to get him to leave you alone, “I told the High Lord about you, you know.” His brow quirks, and you know he can tell you’re lying, but you turn back to your work anyway, “He was not pleased.”

“Oh, you told Rhysand on me, did you? And what did he say?” You bend down, reaching for your pen off the floor, only so you didn’t have to face him. “He said there would be repercussions to your…behaviour.”

“And how exactly is he going to hold me responsible?” He watches you intently as you turn your face back to him, and you know he finds pleasure in watching you scramble for a response.

“I-I wasn’t privy to the details.”

He leans down, now eye level with you, “What do you think Rhysand will do to me, Little Mouse? What do you think would happen if he knew I was here, right now, with you?”

Your eyes narrow, lips curling into a sneer. “I imagine you’ll be in trouble for harassment.”

His smirk was devilish, head tilting as he watched your expressions, noting the blush on your cheeks from the proximity, “and how can I tell if my attention is truly unwanted?” He pauses, eyes flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again, “I think I can convince you to change your mind.”

Your hands move up to his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grips your wrists in his own. The grip is not painful, but it’s enough to still you, eyes widening at his actions, “I don’t want you.”

“I think you’re lying to yourself. Your lips and your body are telling me two different things. I think you want to give in…you’re just too stubborn.” You struggle in his grip, only for it to tighten. He chuckles at your attempts, “There’s fear in your eyes, but there’s something else, too. Care to tell me what that is?”

“Go to hell.”

He laughs then, a hearty chuckle that has his shoulders shaking, “Oh, you are just too cute.” He cages you between the table and his body, face only inches from yours as he leans over you. You’re sure he can hear your heart hammering in your chest, or scent the arousal now pooling between your legs, unable to stop your body’s natural reaction to him. “You want this, I know you do.” His voice is smooth as silk as he whispers, “I could take you, right here and now.”

You choke at his words, eyes widening, and his answering grin tells you he’s got you right where he wants you. Like a mouse caught in a trap. He leans in further, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” teeth graze the lobe of your ear, and your answering whimper only spurs him on further. “Would you like the feeling of my lips on yours? My hands on your skin?” He pauses, emphasizing the point by slowly grazing the cold skin of your thighs and pulling away to watch your expressions as the next words leave his mouth, “What about my cock, Little Mouse? Would you like that?”

Your body betrays your mind, legs pressing together to relieve the pressure gathered there. He notices, eyes flicking down, keenly aware of how your body reacts to his words, “You’re not doing a very good job of hiding it anymore, are you?”

“Leave me alone.” You say weakly, voice breaking, and he only laughs at your stubbornness. You push away from him, hands grappling for purchase at the edge of the table, but he follows you, keeping the same distance. All it would take was a slight inch forward, and his lips would be on yours.

“I know you want me, Y/N. It’s only a matter of you giving in.”

It’s the first time you’ve heard your name on his lips, and the sound of it breaks your composure. Without a second thought, you’re surging forward, lips pressing against his, moaning at the taste of him. He’s grinning into the kiss, pulling you from your seat in the chair and wrapping his arms tightly around you, causing you to tremble in his embrace. You whimper softly as his teeth graze your bottom lip, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours. You melt into him, the taste of him more intoxicating than the finest wine.

Without warning, he takes hold of the back of your thighs, lifting you onto the table, books and ink forgotten entirely. You spread your legs for him, and he slips between them before wrapping your thighs around his waist. His lips leave yours, trailing down your jaw to the column of your throat, leaving wet, hot kisses in their wake. You moan desperately, grinding your hips against his hard body, aching for any friction. “I thought you didn’t want me, Little Mouse?” he chuckled into your skin, emphasizing his point with short little bites, causing you to jolt into his touch.

“Shut up.” You snap, pulling his lips to yours for another kiss, “you talk entirely too much.” Your words are cut off as his hand pulls your hair back roughly, exposing your neck to him as he sucks on the spot just below your jawline, causing you to cry out. “I much prefer it when you’re moaning for me.” He whispers, hand trailing up your bare thigh, slipping past the hem of your dress. You arch into him, grinding against him once more, begging for his touch.

“Please, Azriel, I need you to touch me.” Your words are coming out between short pants, and he grins at the desperate tone in your voice, cock straining against his pants as he watches you lose yourself in him. “I thought of you all night. Couldn’t get you off my mind.” You cried out, whimpering as his hand trailed further up your thigh, so close to where you needed him most.

“Yeah?” His lips found purchase on your neck again, revelling in the way you shivered into his touch as his fingers finally brushed over your clothed pussy, slick with need. “Thought of me while you played with yourself, didn’t you, Little Mouse?” You nodded helplessly, your cunt clenching around nothing as his fingers toyed with your clit through your panties. You arched into him again, whimpering against him, completely unable to use your words to tell him what you wanted. He seemed to enjoy torturing you, watching as you writhed beneath him at the slightest touch. “Of course you have. I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already dripping.”

He pushed your panties aside, and the first touch of his fingers against you had your blood searing. Your hands flew to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as fingers circled your clit at a torturous pace. You bucked into him, eyes rolling back, cries falling from your lips as you begged him for more.

“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?” You could practically hear the smirk on his lips as he pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and throbbing. You whimpered at the loss of contact, only to cry out as his fingers plunged inside you, starting a ruthless pace. You moved with him, hips bucking against his hand to meet him halfway, practically trembling at the way his fingers curled just right, brushing against that spot you couldn’t quite reach on your own. He chuckles as a particularly loud moan leaves your lips, relishing in the way your walls fluttered around his fingers. “You like that, Little Mouse?” His pace quickened, thumb brushing over your clit in quick, tight circles. You were sure you were on fire now, hovering at the edge of release. “Come on my fingers, pretty girl. I know you want to.”

You threw your head back at his words and came with a cry, clenching around him as your release dripped down your thighs. He groaned at the feel of you, thoroughly working you through your orgasm until the last shudders of it passed through you. He pulled his fingers from your heat, and a whine tore from your lips at the loss of him, mind still fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure he had given you. You barely had time to recover before he was removing your underwear completely and pulling your hips towards his, his cock sliding into you in one fluid thrust. You yelped, pressure building behind your eyes as he pulled back and slammed into you, over, and over, and over, giving you no time to adjust to the stretch.

“A-Azriel!” You panted, gripping the fabric of his shirt for dear life as he continued his relentless pace. “S-slow down, it’s t-t-too much!” Your stuttered words only spurred him on, teeth clamping around the junction of your neck and shoulder to muffle the deep, needy groan rumbling through his chest.

“Is this what you imagined last night, with your fingers buried inside you?” His raspy voice rang through your ears, and your cheeks heated as you nodded, panting helplessly. “Were you imagining my cock, Little Mouse, making you feel good?”

“Yes, gods, yes!” The coil in your stomach wound tight, and before you knew it, you were coming again. Stars danced across your vision and tears flowed freely down your cheeks, wordless babbling falling from your lips as he pounded into you with no reprieve.

His cock twitched at the sight of you, hand coming up to push your cheeks together, forcing you to look in his eyes. His grin was wild, eyes blazing as he spoke “Have I fucked my little scholar stupid?” His other hand lowered from your hip to pinch your clit, sending jolts of electricity down your body, tears flowing faster until you were sobbing through your pursed lips. He groaned deeply, hips stuttering “My Little Mouse looks so pretty when she cries.”

Suddenly, he was pushing you down so your back lay flat on the table, one hand returning to your hip as the other continued to pinch and flick at your clit. “One more sweetheart, just give me one more.” He pounded into you harder now, a feral gleam in his eye as he drank in every moan, every sob, every broken cry. His resolve was thinning, but he held fast until your cunt was clamping around him again, nearly losing his senses as various iterations of his name fell from your lips like a prayer. He spilled into you at the same time you arched off the table, deep, guttural groans joining your high-pitched whimpers like a symphony. His pace finally slowed, chest heaving as he watched you writhe beneath him, eyes screwed shut and cheeks wet with tears. You were still fluttering around him when he pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the loss, unable to form a single coherent thought as he stuffed himself back into his pants.

His insufferable smirk was back on his lips as he looked down at you, glancing between your legs to watch as his release spilled out of you down your thighs, and onto the surface of the table. Your cheeks flushed, but you had no energy to retort back as you lay panting on the table. Hell, you weren’t even sure if you could walk. Your limbs felt molten, and you were sure any attempt to stand would leave you falling to the floor in a heap. As if reading your thoughts, he pulls you into a sitting position, one arm bracketing around your waist as the other brushes your hair behind your ear. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and you can’t help the shiver that runs through your spine as you look up at him. He wipes away the lingering tears with the pad of his thumb before speaking, “You did so well for me, Little Mouse. Playing with you was entirely too much fun.”

His hand grips your chin, bringing you into one final kiss before pulling away from you entirely. He walks away, leaving you gaping after him until the door to the library swings shut, leaving with not a single glance back at you. Taking a few minutes to compose yourself, you stand on weak legs, sliding your underwear back on before gathering your things, all the while wondering how the hell this situation even arose.

You weren’t entirely sure, but you had a feeling it was far from over.

[topsytervy]

Tradition - Leon Kennedy

synopsis: Leon decides to restart a tradition on your 21st birthday that your brother used to do

word count: 2,494

warnings: mentions of death, drinking, and drug use (the drug use mention is just in conversation, swearing (just in case because I can't remember), and spelling/grammar errors, i think that's it

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Leons eyes scanned over the build a bear, trying to decide which one to grab. 

It started as a tradition with your brother. Your brother was 10 years older than you and when you were first born, your dad had taken him to the store to get you a toy. 

“Every baby needs a stuff animal, dad,” Andrew had said as he dragged your father through Toys R Us. 

“Okay, okay. Calm down buddy, she's not going to disappear.” Your father laughed as your brother carefully examined each animal carefully. 

He had settled on a wolf, claiming that it’s the perfect stuffed animal for a baby. 

Your dad didn’t really understand why he thought that, thinking that a cat or dog or even a unicorn would've been a bit better, but Andrew was firm in his decision. 

Your dad found out a few months later why Andrew had thought that when he went in to check on you one night when he heard you crying, seeing that your brother was holding you as he sat in the rocker, wolf in hand. 

“You’re okay, squirt. I'm here. Nothing's ever going to hurt you while I'm here. And if I'm not here, that’s why you have wolfy. Cause wolfy’s going to protect you from all the bad dreams and monsters under the bed and everything in between if I'm not able to.” 

After that, every year on your birthday, Andrew got you a stuffed animal and when you got too old for stuffed animals, well, he still got you one, just left it on your bed when you weren't there and gave you another gift that wasn’t a stuffed animal. 

Leon had met your brother in high school when he was a senior and Leon was a freshman. Andrew had walked past some juniors who were picking on him, and he stopped, shoving them away and telling them to fuck off, taking Leon under his wing for the rest of the year. 

You will never forget the first time you met Leon; he opened the passenger side door to your brother's car, climbing in and noticing the booster seat in the back. 

“We just gotta pick up my little sister then I can drop you off.”  

Leon nodded making himself comfortable and before he knew it, he was watching as little seven year old you run up to Andrew throwing his arms around you as he picked you up, swinging you around before setting you back down, taking your hand and leading you to the car as you talked about, what Leon assumed, your day. 

Ben opened the door for you, letting you climb in and buckled yourself up and that’s when you noticed the blonde sitting in the front seat, immediately going shy. 

“Y/n, this is Leon. Leon, this is y/n.” 

Leon smiled at you, giving a wave, “hi.” 

You sent a shy wave back before turning to Andrew. 

“He’s just coming over to hang out for a while, squirt. Play some video games.”  

You nodded before turning your attention to your lap as Andrew shut the door, climbing back into the driver's seat before turning up his music. 

You saw a lot more of Leon after that, greeting him with a hug every time he stepped in the door before dragging him towards your room to see whatever new thing you did with it or the new thing you just colored. 

You’d spend your days chilling on the couch as him and your brother played video games, reading a book or doing whatever. On occasion, Leon or Andrew would let you sit in their lap and hand you the controller, helping you play as the other let you shoot him or pass him in Mario kart but mostly you just watched, just wanting to be in the presence of your brother and his friend. 

And then the accident happened. 

You had called Andrew in tears, wanting to be picked up from the party you had snuck out to, and he dragged himself out of bed at 11 pm, grabbing his keys and heading out the door. 

“I told you not to go to that damn party. Those people are nothing but trouble,” he scolded you as you sniffled in the passenger seat. 

“I just wanted to break out of my shell,” you told him, wiping your hands across your cheeks to get rid of the tears. 

“That’s fine and all but can't you do it somewhere else. I know I saw at least three kids doing lines on that coffee table when I went in to grab you.”  

“I wasn’t doing them! All I did was have one drink! Besides your one to talk! The only good guy you hang out with is Leon!”  

“I never said I didn’t do anything stupid. I've made my mistakes and learned from them. I was hoping that you would've learned from my mistakes too,” he waited at a red light, turning towards you, “there's nothing wrong with going out from time to time but you don't go alone. Bad things happen all the time and people can lie.” The light turned green, and Andrew eased off the brake and onto the gas, “I'm just trying to keep you safe, squirt. You’re my little sister and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to you.” 

Abd that was when the car came from his side, running the red light.  

You couldn’t even get the words out before the car made contact. 

You don’t remember it all that well, you remember your parents pleading, you remember Leon visiting you, and you remember when Leon was outside the door with your sobbing parents before he came in to tell you that Andrew wasn’t able to pull through.  

“I'm so sorry squirt. Andrew…” he took a breath, “he didn’t make it.” 

You never cried so hard in your life. 

Leon remembers that day like it was yesterday. He remembers your parents being so torn up and he offered to tell you the news, having been in the police academy and working for the government., he figured it would be easier for him to tell you. 

Sure, it would be hard cause he's known you for ages and Andrew was his best friend, but he could push through. 

 He never could've prepared himself for your cries though, how heartbreaking it was. 

Later that night, after you had fallen asleep, Leon looked at his messages with Andrew, a tear sliding down his cheek as he read one that was sent just a week ago. 

If something ever happens to me Leon, take care of squirt for me please. She needs someone by her side in this world who will protect her from the bad and push her towards the good. 

Leon looked up towards the ceiling, “Don’t worry, man. I'll keep her safe,” he whispered. 

And now here he was in build a bear at 28 years old, trying to find which bear to get you for your 21st birthday. 

“Daughter, niece…” Leon jumped at the worker who appeared next to him, “sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.” She apologized, laughing slightly. 

“You’re fine. I just- it's for a friend. It's her birthday today and I thought maybe I’d get her one.” He gestured towards the animals, and she smiled. 

“Well, is there anything you know she would like in particular?”  

Leons mind raced as he tried to think of your favorite animal or character or something and then he saw the perfect one. “I think I do.”  

**

Leon let himself into your apartment with his spare ley, knowing you wouldn’t be home yet. He honestly hated where you loved.  

Two years ago, when you told him you had gotten your own place and needed help moving, he was excited for you, helping you pack up and load up a U-Haul and your car before he drove the truck to the address. 

“I know it's not the most ideal place for me to be but it's what I can afford at the moment, so I'll make do.” You shrugged as Leon took it in. 

 It was on the sketchier side of town, and he immediately could see every bad scenario in his head. “I wish you invited me to go apartment hunting with you,” he told you honestly as you unlocked the door. 

“You were busy, and I had the money saved up for this. I know it looks a little…” 

“Sketchy,” 

“Yeah, but I promise it's not that bad. There's been no break in or murders- “ 

“In case you forgot squirt I used to be an officer,” 

“Recently,” you added with a sheepish smile, before fully tuning to him, “I'll give you a spare key if that will make you feel better.”  

Leon sighed as he made his way towards your bedroom, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from your kitchen as he did. He scribbled a note before placing it on your bed along with the build a bear box, before making his way out. 

He relocked the door behind him, giving a smile to one of the neighbors who was watching him.  

**

You walked up the steps to your apartment, exhausted and fumbling with your keys as you approached the door.  

“There was a man in your house,” your neighbor, Willie, piped up and you whipped your head to look at him.  

“I'm sorry?” 

“I saw a man come out of your house earlier today,” he repeated, “kind of big, dirty blond hair, wearing a leather jacket,”  

You let out a breath, “he's fine. That’s just Leon. I've known him since I was a kid.” You informed him. 

“That’s good. I was nervous for a minute that you had some peeping tom who snagged a key to your place somehow.” Willie smiled and you laughed. 

“Yeah, he likes to stop by sometimes. Check up on me. Surprised you never noticed him before.”  

Willie grin just widened, “I try to keep my nose out of everyone's business. That’s Jeff’s job to snoop.” 

You laughed at the mention of the man down the hall who always seemed to be wanting to know everything about everyone to tell everyone else. 

“Well thank you for looking out for me,” you said as you opened your door. 

“of course, miss. Just making sure everyone's safe.” 

You gave him one last smile and wave before heading inside, toeing off your shoes as you shut the door. 

“Alright, Lee. What on earth did you leave for me?” you mumbled, eyes scanning the living room. 

You moved frown the hallway towards your bedroom, peeking in to see a familiar looking box on your bed. 

Smiling you ran over, picking up the note. 

I know I can't be there for you all the time so I'm hoping this will help bring you some comfort for those sleepless nights that I know you have.    

Happy Birthday, Squirt. 

*I'll be picking you up at 6:30 for dinner and drinks so don’t spoil your appetite. * 

You set down the note and began carefully opening the box. You hadn’t gotten a stuffed animal in four years since Andrew’s death, and you were itching to see what Leon had decided on. 

You felt your throat close up when you got sight of the stuffed animal in the box, your eyes immediately watering as you reached in, pulling out the stuffed wolf gently.  

You stared at it for a few seconds before deciding to try and press the paw, not knowing if Leon put a sound in the wolf or not, a bit surprised when a sound came out. 

Not just any sound. 

Your brother's voice from the last voicemail you had from him. 

“Hey squirt, I know you’re at work and that’s why you didn’t answer but I just wanted to say,” the tears started to flow freely as you listened to your brother sing a tone-deaf version of happy birthday before speaking again, “anyway, after blessing your ears,” he laughed that laugh that always made you grin and continued, “happy birthday and be safe. I’ll catch you later. I love you.” and that was the end. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there on your bed, staring and crying over the wolf but you know it was long enough that you Leon had let himself in again, walking down your hallway and stopping at your door, knocking on the door frame. 

Your head snapped up and you launched yourself off the bed and into Leon’s body, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“Thank you, Leon.” 

Leon’s arms found home around your shoulders as he hugged you tight, “Of course squirt,” he rested his chin on top of your head, “You know you always got me right?” 

“I know. Thank you for always being there Leon. Every high and low. You were there.” You sniffed. 

Leon’s heart clenched and he let a few tears slip out of his eyes. 

You two stayed like that for a few minutes before you let go, stepping away from him and wiping your tears. 

“God, I’m sorry. I’m a mess and I’m not even ready and- “  

“it’s fine,” he reassured you, wiping his own eyes, “your brother would be so proud of you, you know that.” 

You nodded and Leon smiled, “How about instead of us going out, I order us some food, go down to the gas station and pick us up some drinks, and we just stay in tonight?” 

“I like that idea. Ill grab us some blankets and pillows so we can camp out in the living room tonight.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Leon turned to walk out of your room, but you spoke causing him to turn around. 

“I’m really glad Andrew stopped you from getting beat up that day, Leon.”  

“I would not have gotten beaten up. I could have easily taken those kids,” he answered, “but I’m really glad he did too, squirt.”  

Before he left to go pick up the drinks, he watched as you picked up the wolf he gave you and gently set it next to the wolf that sat on your bed that your brother had gotten you 21 years ago, “what are you going to name him?” 

“I think I’m going to call him Andrew.” You smiled, looking over at Leon, “and he’s going to sit right here next to wolfy since he was given to me by one of the three important guys in my life, just like wolfy was, and they’re going to be good friends.” 

Leon smiled at the two wolves on your bed before shifting his gaze back to you, “I think that’s a great name and a great place for him.” 

As Leon walked out of your bedroom and into the living room, he could’ve sworn he heard a thank you Leon, and not from you. 

But from your brother. 

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[tangerinesgirl]

Kinktober 2024 - October 12th

Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play

Alexander Lemtov x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+, explicit

Word count: 700>

Warnings: public sex, sex toys, men trying to ruin your public image but failing (which we love to see), mentions of impostor syndrome

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Camera 1 on Y/N, music in 5...4...3...

The butterflies in your stomach make you nauseous. You make fists with your hands to calm your nerves, inhale...exhale...

This was night one of Evrovidenie; the televised Russian competition where the winner would be their entry to Eurovision.

You're not quite sure how exactly you ended up here. Part of you wants to think it was your talent, but the other part thinks it was Lemtov pulling a few strings. You've been together for about a year, he was also performing tonight and was waiting at the wings. He wanted to watch you preform live, which was sweet. But added to your nerves. Impostor syndrome through the roof.

The music kicks in and you somehow start to remember all your lyrics and choreography. Your mic is on top of your head like in theatre shows, so you could use your arms freely. The genre of your piece was very Babymetal inspired, you wanted to sing in Russian even if it lowered your chances, as it just sounded better with the backing track, in your opinion. Your costume hugs your curves at the top of your body, a black corset embossed with diamantés, with a poofy large black skirt coming to just above your knees. Black shorts underneath to protect your modesty. Followed by fishnet tights and New Rocks boots.

Your backing dancers trickle out onto the stage, leaning on one to blow a kiss into the wings. You catch the gaze of Lemtov, when you notice him waving a small remote in his hands, smirking.

Shit.

You completely forgot that was inside you, but there's nothing really you can do but carry on with the routine.

A faint vibration begins inside your core, luckily you were half expecting it so it doesn't catch you as off guard as Lemtov would like. You're about halfway through the routine now, everything is going well, and the crowd are into it, some are even starting to learn the chorus and are signing it back! This is amazing!

You're scared the egg will fall out of you as the backing dancers start lifting you up, but it stays firmly in place. You make a mental note to ask Lemtov where he buys such good quality sex toys from.

The vibrations start to change pattern and intensity. Ah fuck... You close your eyes trying to control your breathing. The intense dance moves only adding to the pleasure as you bend down onto your knees. You have to stop yourself from grinding down on the floor looking for release.

You surprise yourself at still being able to focus on the performance. Nearly there, just one more chorus.

Looking back briefly into the wings you see Lemtov annoyed and pressing every button on the remote. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you realise you're reaching orgasm. You reach the end note as your walls clench down on the toy. You bite your lip, hard, after the note to stop yourself from moaning out. The lights go dark and you hear the roar of the crowd as you come down from your high. You let out a small shaky moan, praying your mic is turned off.

Cut to VT in 3...2...1...

The egg stops vibrating as you practically run off stage into the wings. Your manager catches you.

"Holy shit Y/N, best performance yet!"

"Yeah the crowd were really into it!", you reply, surprised.

"Not as much as you were", Lemtov whispers in your ear behind you.

You slap his arm lightly as your manager continues.

"Well enjoy the rest of the night Y/N, I'll leave you to catch up"

"Yeah you too!"

Your smile fades instantly as you turn to face Lemtov.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Just a little fun."

"And ruin my chances?"

"NO! No, if anything I bet it helped you reached the high notes."

You playfully shove Lemtov at the comment. Your mind starts racing at how you could possibly return the favour.

"Asshole."

"Hmm maybe next time", Lemtov winks at you as he starts getting his microphone pack set up.

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you t- oh wait I already have."

You snatch the remote out of his hand and whisper into his ear.

"Don't go thinking this is over...it's only just begun."

[thedeviltohisangel]

Fall For A Shooting Star//Cassian Week 2024: Day Seven, Free

a/n: i feel so accomplished for completing my first ever fandom week! thank you all for supporting my first journey into acotar fanfiction, i can promise that this is not the last that you will see of me playing around in this universe. my main focus is my azriel novel i have been working on but i would love to dip back into cassian x thea at some point or if you guys have anything from them you'd wish to see. drop me a note, thank you and love you.

previous part

The giggles of the little boy matched the general joy that always seemed to be filtering around the banks of the Sidra. Thea laughed as the gentle breeze ruffled his tiny wings and blew more dandelion petals across his vision. Her son’s chubby hands were attempting to catch them but he found joy in the pursuit even though it was futile. 

“Would you like some fruit, my little love?” she cooed. Jace glowed in the presence of his mother, smiling as soon as his eyes rested on her. He was just getting the hang of sitting up on his own, still prone to wobble and fall on occasion, but was enjoying the new vantage point that the position offered. “Here you go.” She held the piece of ruby-red watermelon to his lips and he sucked on the juicy fruit contentedly. His baby teeth were still little nubs in his mouth so the fruit equally served to soothe the redness that came with growing. 

Thea kissed her son’s chocolate curls and dabbed at his chubby cheeks with a cloth from the picnic basket to her right. Cassian was away in Illyria on a mission that he refused to give her the specifics of. It meant days of a closed bond and her and Jace filling their time with their own little adventures. Normally, Mor or Feyre would join them on a stroll around Velaris. A picnic by the river. An afternoon at the park in the Rainbow. But everyone had their role to play with conflict brewing with Hybern. She just wished they would allow her to play one as well. 

Her newly burgeoning magic was wild and uncontrollable but her daily lessons with Rhysand had her getting better at managing it. But since the unfortunate loss of control at dinner a few weeks ago, she had been banned from trying to use it outside of a controlled environment with the High Lord. 

She was helping Jace sip from his water cup when she felt it. The shift in the air. The sky darkened and thunder clapped. An uneasy darkness that was not the one she had come to associate with the comfort of her found family. “Let’s head back to the house, Jacey, okay?” He whined as Thea pulled the watermelon from his grasp and tossed it into the grass. A tear rolled down his cheek as she quickly packed their basket and lifted him onto her hip. “I’m sorry but we are going to have so much fun with all your toys at Uncle Rhys’ house. I promise.” The House of Wind would be safest but without someone bringing her, there was no way her and her son would make it. The Townhouse was heavily warded, as was her and Cassian’s new home on the outskirts of the city, but the others would be at the shared home. If something was wrong, there would be strength in numbers. 

THEA. She wasn’t worried until she heard her mate’s voice echo through her head. Where are you? Where is Jace?

We are down by the Sidra-

RUN, Thea. You need to run to the Townhouse. 

Cassian, what is happening? His answer, if he was able to provide one, wasn’t necessary as the winged creatures began to streak across the sky. 

She dropped the basket she had been holding and wrapped both arms around her son before taking off in a sprint. Cassian’s voice was growing louder in his head as he raced closer and closer across the sky. 

He nearly dropped from the sky when dread and fear and panic shot through the bond. A winged creature blocking Thea’s path to safety. 

Her hand drew Jace’s face into her neck as best she could to block his eyes from having to look at the creature. In the distance, the blue of Azriel’s power was in the sky slicing through the beast like they were nothing. The flames of Amren were in the heart of the city. No doubt Rhys and Mor were hurrying back from the Hewn City to join the fight. She felt stupid for leaving her daggers in the now abandoned basket now yards behind her. Cursed those men who had taken her wings from her centuries ago that now prevented her from flying her son to safety. Thea took one step back to give herself distance to think but another creature landed at her back. For all intents and purposes, she was trapped.

Thea, Mor is on her way to you. I’m going to be there- His voice cut off into grunts as he encountered the first waves of the creatures on his way into the skies of Velaris.

Cassian…Cassian…I have to lead them away from him. I can’t trust my powers. Her eyes stayed laser focused as the creatures began to circle her. I love you, Cassian. “I love you, my son.” Mor would find Jace and she would protect him until Cassian arrived. The outcome of this fight did not matter for her. All that mattered is that her child lived to see tomorrow. That was a future she would die to preserve.

No, you can. Trust yourself, my warrior. Trust our love for each other. Your love for our son to guide you. Thea swears she saw a flash of red in the distance. The babe in her arms whimpered in fear. It was all she needed.

She took one moment to breathe, to center the emotions swirling within her, to envision what she wanted the magic to do and the shape the nebulous form of darkness needed to take. The creature lunged and her palm flew towards, a spear of night lodging itself in the chest of the beast. The other one curled to launch behind her and she curled around Jace, prepared to take the brunt of the blow, when the ground cracked around them with his arrival. 

“Are you both okay?” he asked. It would determine how quickly those creatures met their end. 

“Yes.” Cassian cut through them like butter. His Siphons nearly blinding as the power burst from his chest and cleaved through a hoard that was approaching. 

“House. Now.” He grabbed them both with one arm, racing them to the Townhouse in record timing, smirking as Jace giggled with the glee he always had flying with his father. Thea turned to leave his arms as soon as they landed but he stopped her. “Let me look at you both. Just a second.” 

“You got to us in time. We are okay. Safe.” His hands gently caressed her face and arms before his gaze landed on his son and he almost broke. 

“I’m sorry, my son. I failed you by letting danger come to your home.” Jace babbled in response and reached for his father. He wanted cuddles and a nap after such a tiring afternoon. 

“Don’t even think that,” she urged with a hand on her mate’s cheek. A cloud of darkness, more familiar and comforting this time, began to roll through the city. “Go fight with your brothers. We’ll be here when you get back.” His Siphons glowed in response. Thrilled to be given the opportunity to thrive on the battlefield. 

“I love you.” The kiss between them was quick but meaningful, his lips pressing to his son’s forehead and his thumb stroking his baby-soft skin before he pulled away. 

“I love you, too.” They had always promised to say it back. No matter what. 

She walked backwards to keep her eyes on him until the door of the house pressed against her back, lifting Jace’s arm in a wave as Cassian waited for the door to shut behind them before he blew a kiss and took off to rejoin the fray. Thea looked down as the little one yawned in her arms. “Let’s have a cuddle, my lovebug. Don’t let battle excite you quite the way it does your father and uncles. At least not yet.”

@cassianappreciationweek

[thezombieprostitute]

Bets

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ Bingo card, combining "Nursed back to health" and "Lost a bet". Reader is implied fem (”Doll”) but no other descriptors. Warnings: Mentions of wounds, bruising. Other than that, I don’t think this has any, but please let me know if I missed them.

A/N2: I've written this whole thing as a dialogue because 1) it's what I've got the most experience with. 2) I'm tired of looking up all the different ways of saying "said". 3) It just kinda worked for this story.

Y/N *walks in and sees Bucky bandaging up Jake*: What the hell happened?!: 

Jake: So…

Bucky: Well…

*Y/N crosses arms and taps foot*

Jake: It was all Sam’s fault!

Y/N: Sam did this to you?

Bucky: Sort of. He made us a bet.

Y/N *facepalms*: What have I said about bets?

Bucky: You don’t understand Doll, it was also a matter of honor.

Jake: Yes, exactly! It wasn’t just a bet, it was an issue of honor! I swear!

Y/N: It was still a bet and you both know you’re not allowed to do those because you keep doubling down until someone ends up hurt! And sometimes even beyond that to where we have to go to the ER!

Bucky: Look, Sam needed help with his new drone and we had to prove we could damage the thing physically *points to himself* or electronically *points to Jake*. We’re not gonna let ourselves be dishonored by that bird brain and his toys.

*Jake nods in agreement*

Y/N: Let me guess, you were betting on who could take the thing down first? 

Jake: No…not exactly.

Bucky: We just needed to damage it, not take it down.

Jake: Unfortunately Sam’s latest software is tough to crack. I actually had to focus to hack it!

Bucky: And that may have made him too distracted to notice when I hit the thing with my arm and broke off some shrapnel which lodged itself into his leg. 

Jake: Which, by the way, was mere milliseconds after I’d finally hacked the software! Wilson didn’t beat us and now he owes us both $5.

Y/N: FIVE DOLLARS?! You put yourselves at risk for just FIVE DOLLARS?!

Jake: It wasn’t supposed to be a risk…

Y/N: This. THIS is why I’ve banned you two from making bets!

Bucky: Technically we didn’t make the bet, Sam did. We just took the bet.

Jake: Yeah, this is all Sam’s fault. He knows we can’t resist a bet so he set us up for this.

Y/N: And where is he? Why isn’t he helping patch up Jake?

Bucky *chuckles*: He’s busy picking up the pieces of Red Wing.

Jake: Yeah, that virus I uploaded to Red Wing made it self-destruct! It was an awesome explosion!

Y/N: It exploded?!

Bucky: And that’s when I threw myself in front of Jake to take the bulk of the damage. Most of it is already healed up. 

Y/N: You got hurt too?

Bucky: What? I’ve had worse. Mostly just bruising now. 

*Bucky removes shirt, showing Y/N the bruises and cuts on his back*

Y/N: That doesn’t make any of this okay! As soon as you’re done patching up Jake you’re both grounded or something. No bets! No explosions! Nothing but rest until Jake’s back to full health and mobility!

Bucky & Jake *grumbling*: Yes, Y/N.

Y/N: Now I’m gonna go find Sam and kick his ass for goading you two into this.

*Y/N leaves*

Jake *whispering*: Thank god Y/N doesn’t know about the noodle incident.

*Bucky nods and carries on patching up Jake*

[mizu-chin]

Dragon's Heart "An Unexpected Encounter"

*English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes.*

Asmodeus had an important meeting that morning. Normally, he would leave S/n under the watchful care of Fizzarolli, but today Fizz was overwhelmed with rehearsals and preparations for a major performance at Ozzie's club. With no other option, Asmodeus decided to take S/n with him. He dressed her in an adorable little dress, and her small wings were carefully adjusted so they wouldn't hinder her movements.

Arriving at the meeting venue, one of Hell's majestic buildings, Asmodeus received curious and respectful glances. Everyone knew who he was, but the sight of a hybrid child by his side was unusual. He kept S/n close, holding her little hand as they walked through the opulent corridors.

"Now, S/n," he said softly, kneeling to her level, "you need to stay quiet and well-behaved, okay? Daddy needs to work, but I promise it won't take long."

S/n nodded with a sweet smile, her golden eyes shining with curiosity. She loved exploring new places, and this one was particularly fascinating to her.

The meeting was about to start when an imposing figure entered the room. Stolas, the infernal prince with an owl-like appearance, walked in with his usual elegance and aura of mystery. His red eyes settled on Asmodeus and then on the little S/n beside him.

"Ah, Asmodeus, what a surprise to see you bringing such young company," said Stolas with an intrigued smile.

Asmodeus smiled back, nodding slightly. "Stolas, this is my daughter, S/n. I couldn't leave her with Fizzarolli today, so she's accompanying me."

Stolas approached, bending slightly to look at S/n more closely. His red eyes met her golden ones, and for a moment, there was a curious silence between them.

"Hello, little S/n," said Stolas in a gentle voice. "I am Stolas."

S/n, initially a bit shy, was delighted to see Stolas up close. Her eyes widened and a smile of pure joy spread across her face. "Owl!" she exclaimed, still not articulating many words.

Stolas laughed, a deep and kind laugh. "Yes, I suppose I do look like an owl, don't I? Do you like owls?"

S/n nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling with admiration. Asmodeus watched the interaction with interest. He knew Stolas was a powerful and complex figure, but seeing how naturally and kindly he interacted with S/n was a pleasant surprise.

The meeting began, and Asmodeus needed to focus on the discussions. Stolas, noticing the necessity, gestured for one of the servants to bring some cushions and toys so S/n could entertain herself nearby without causing distractions.

During the meeting, Stolas found himself glancing at S/n occasionally, fascinated by the hybrid child who seemed so full of life and curiosity. At one point, while the adults were discussing complex topics, S/n approached Stolas and extended a small hand, gently touching his feathers.

Stolas looked down and smiled. "Do you like my feathers, little one?"

S/n nodded again, her eyes shining with fascination. "Pretty," she murmured, softly stroking the feathers.

The infernal prince, usually reserved, felt a wave of tenderness. "You are very pretty too, S/n. Your wings are magnificent."

The meeting proceeded without further interruptions, but S/n's presence brought an unexpected lightness to the atmosphere. Asmodeus managed to conclude the business effectively, while Stolas found himself increasingly intrigued by the little hybrid.

After the meeting, Asmodeus approached Stolas with a grateful smile. "Thank you for your patience, Stolas. S/n seems to have taken a great liking to you."

Stolas smiled, a rare glint of joy in his eyes.

"The feeling is mutual, Asmodeus. She is a special child. If you ever need someone to look after her again, I'd be happy to help."

Asmodeus was touched by the offer. "Thank you, Stolas. We might just take you up on that one day."

As they prepared to leave, S/n waved shyly at Stolas, who returned the gesture with a slight bow. Asmodeus held S/n's hand, and they began walking out of the building.

"Owl," S/n murmured again, looking back with a smile.

"Yes, dear," Asmodeus replied with a smile. "He is our owl friend."

The interaction with Stolas left a lasting impression on S/n. In the days that followed, she often talked about the "beautiful owl," and Asmodeus realized that the unexpected meeting had created a special bond between his daughter and the infernal prince.

Life continued, with Asmodeus and Fizzarolli learning more about little S/n every day. Her wings, her adventurous spirit, and her ability to charm even the hardest hearts in Hell showed that she was truly a unique creature. And as she explored the world around her, S/n brought light and love to everyone she met, including a certain owl prince who would never forget that special day.

[sonarstories]

MHA|Hawks x Villain GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Y/N returns to their small apartment after another night of activities, but upon arriving they realise they aren't alone. Finding a hero in their kitchen who had helped themselves to their food during their wait. But instead of apprehending them- instead the hero asks for help...

A/N: I had this in my head for awhile and I'm not entirely proud of the end result. I'm still getting used to writing a gender neutral Y/N. I wasn't sure who to pair them with for this but decided on Hawks because- yes. No thoughts just- feathered boi. Also on another note V/N= Villain Name. This also took longer then I'd like to admit- and if you'd like to request something go ahead! I need more ideas of things to write.

A mastermind they called them, someone who had a strong distaste for heroes and society. They received a name from the public, V/N; the one who would finish the job. The name ended up sticking, as the barer grew to like the name bestowed upon them by the public.

Managing to slip away on countless occasions, each time the villain would send them on a wild chase as if it was nothing more then a game. It had been going on for weeks, like a game of cat and mouse.

They slipped back into their apartment through their bedroom window, the apartment itself was small but accommodated for everything they needed.

Y/N stripped themselves of their villain attire, changing into more comfortable clothes as the early hours of the mornings light crept through the curtains of their window.

It had been a tiring but long night that consisted of a load of work and running from both the heroes and the police. It was like they were closing in on them, it felt suffocating. Knowing they could be getting closer to their capture felt anything but pleasant.

Once Y/N finished changing they threw their villain clothes into the nearby clothes basket before exiting their room.

"Guess I was right after all wasn't I?" Someone asked, the voice coming from somewhere behind them. They knew that voice, they heard it a few times before on the news.

Y/N whipped their head around to be met with a blonde man with red feathered appendages leaning their arm's on the kitchen island. The current number two hero; Hawks. Who was best known for the efficiency and speed.

"This is a nice apartment you got here, seems like the work pays well huh?" He asked, as he stood up straight and walked towards them. Several feathers detached from his wings.

Hawks wore an innocent smile across his face as he stepped away from the dimly lit kitchen. Y/N glanced at the kitchen island he had been at, seeing a plate with what they could only guess was a half eaten slice of the leftover pizza from the previous day.

Y/N wondered how long the hero had been there for, just wait for them to get back and confront them.

Y/N found that they were walking backwards upon the hero growing closer to them, until they stumbled. Nearly falling back when the hero caught them.

He couldn't help but laugh, "careful, don't want to be damaging the cargo." He joked, as if he was deliberately toying with them to try ease their guard.

"I didn't expect the great V/N to be this easy to find."

"Alright, you found me. Now what do you want?" Y/N snapped, jerking their hand free. Keigo laughed, he was laughing?- Y/N appeared caught off guard, wondering why he was laughing.

"Sorry for scaring you, I had to see for myself what you were like and- honestly? You don't look like much." Keigo shrugged.

"Well here I am, in the flesh. So out with it."

"Fine, fine... Straight to business I see, here. Take a look at this, it might be of interest to you."

Keigo held out a folder, but pulled it back when they went to grab it.

"Not to fast, if I hand this to you? I want you to work with me. Let's catch this guy together, got it?"

If anything he had them right where he wanted, as he finally handed them the file.

Skimming through it Y/N's eyes darted to meet Keigo's.

"Fine, count me in bird."

[the-al-chemist]

The Lights That Never Go Out

Chapter 10: Morning

A/N: It’s a new dawn, a new day, a new year, and the start of something that might just be wonderful.

Warnings: mentions of nudity and vague sexual references

1st January, 1999

It was the morning sun shining on Charlie’s face that first caused him to stir in his sleep, but it was the sounds of the city outside that roused him. Muggle cars were revving their engines and beeping their horns, there were raised voices in the street, and feathered wings fluttered as a pair of pigeons flew over the skylight. Having spent his whole life surrounded by rolling fields or rugged mountains or gently washing waves, waking up to this urban dawn chorus was a new experience for him.

Of course, there was another thing that Charlie wasn’t used to waking up to. He turned his face to look at the face resting on the pillow beside him. Artemis was still sound asleep, oblivious to — or, perhaps accustomed to — the noises outside, her hair messy, eyebrows slightly furrowed, and jaw clenched. Even in sleep she looked so fierce that Charlie didn’t dare risk waking her, not even to push back the lock of dark hair that had fallen down in front of her nose.

As slowly and as quietly as he could, he raised himself into a seated position. Without either of them even deciding it would be so, Charlie had ended up sleeping on the side of the bed that was pushed up against the wall, meaning that he was now effectively trapped. For want of anything better he could do, he looked around at the room, at Artemis’ room, and the items that it held: the photos on top of the chest of drawers, the books on the shelves, a stuffed toy Kneazle perching on top of a miniature wooden castle in the corner of the room, a pair of old hiking boots beside the door. Some of the objects he recognised, some of them he didn’t; they were relics of the life Artemis had led before he knew her. Charlie could barely remember a time before he knew her, but there once had been such a time, and here was the evidence.

The wall next to where he lay was decorated with a large map of the world, into which someone — presumably Artemis — had stuck a number of coloured pins. They were all over the world, in Europe, Africa, both Americas, even as far as Australasia. Charlie’s eyes widened. He had never realised that Artemis was quite so well-travelled. Unless, of course, these were not only places that she had been, but also the places she wished to visit.

The mattress shifted beside Charlie, pulling his attention away from the map. He looked to his other side, and saw that Artemis was now awake, her hazel eyes open and fixed on him, gold-flecked in the sunlight.

“Good morning,” he said to her. Her lips twitched.

“Morning.”

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, looking at each other in near-silence. Without thinking about what he was doing, or how little sense it made for him to do it, Charlie pulled the bedsheets further up towards his navel. Artemis made a small noise halfway between a cough and a giggle, and he cleared his throat.

“When did you go to New Zealand?” he asked.

Artemis frowned. “I haven’t been to New Zealand.”

“Oh, I thought… So, you want to go to New Zealand?”

“Why?” Artemis’ eyebrows knitted even more tightly together. “Are you inviting me to go to New Zealand?”

“No. Well, not necessarily.” Charlie nodded his head at the map. “I just thought that might be why there was a pin there.”

He was more confused than ever, but Artemis finally stopped frowning. She shuffled so that she was also seated, her gaze on the map rather than Charlie.

“They’re not places I’ve been to,” she said. “They’re places other people have been to.” She took a breath. “My aunt and uncle got it for me the first time they went away after my brother went missing. I think they knew that I was worried that when people went away that they might not… Anyway, this way, I could always see where they were. And then, when anyone else I knew went somewhere, I’d put a pin on the map for them, too. I dunno why. Just a stupid habit, I guess.”

Artemis might not have known why she had started doing that, but Charlie had a fairly good idea. It had nothing to do with habits, and nor was it stupid, not given the number of people Artemis had known to not return. He looked at the pins, the placement of which now made perfect sense. One in Egypt, for Bill. In Brazil, for Alanza. France for Penny, and Japan for Tulip. His eyes lingered on one pin that had been stuck into the middle of the Carpathian Mountains in Romania.

“Is that one meant to be me?”

When Artemis nodded, Charlie reached up and pulled his pin out of the map.

“Hey!” Artemis’ eyes narrowed. “What did you do that for?”

“Because” — Charlie shrugged — “I’m here.”

He had thought that his answer would placate Artemis, but her face fell slightly, her lips tightening to a thin line.

“For now,” she said. Her voice was so quiet that it was barely audible over the noise from outside.

The pin was still in Charlie’s hand. He rolled the metal spike of it between his fingertips. He took a deep breath.

“Yeah. For now.”

They hadn’t spoken about what was going to happen once Charlie returned to Romania. He hadn’t even thought about what might happen once he returned, he had been too busy being happy about what was going on right now. It was ironic, really: when Magda had first suggested that he take a sabbatical, he hadn’t wanted to do it. She had needed to force him into what she thought would do him some good. It was only now that he believed it might have done just that, but now, he didn’t even want to think about leaving again.

“I don’t have to leave,” he said. “I could stay here. Get a job in the Ministry.”

“You’d hate that.”

There was no point in denying it. He would hate it. Still, he shrugged.

“I know, but I could do it. If you wanted me to, I would.”

Artemis shook her head. “I don’t want you to.”

Charlie didn’t ask her why not. He didn’t need to. He understood Artemis just as well as she understood him. Perhaps if she didn’t understand him so well, she would have wanted him to stay with her, to stay for her.

“Put the pin back, Charlie.”

She spoke firmly, but warmly, her voice not wavering. Charlie did as she asked him, his fingers trembling ever so slightly as he placed the pin back into the map. Once he was done, he turned back to Artemis, who looked far less resolute than she had when he still had hold of the pin. He stroked her cheek with his thumb and kissed the top of her head.

“So, what happens next?” she asked him. Charlie didn’t know how to answer her.

“What do you want to happen?”

“I dunno, I just… I kind of want things to carry on as they are right now.” Artemis’ eyes drifted from Charlie’s hand, still resting against her face, to his lips, to the bedsheet that had fallen down to his hips again. Charlie couldn’t help but smile.

“I am definitely alright with that.”

“But after that…”

Artemis’ voice tailed off, and she looked the map. Charlie shook his head.

“I’ll come back. I always come back,” he said. “And you can come and visit me. And we can write. Same as before.”

“I missed you before.”

“Yeah. You too.” Charlie gave Artemis a half-hearted smile. “It’s a shame there are no maps for this, really.” When Artemis didn’t laugh, he sighed. “We’ll find a way to make it work somehow, eventually. And if we don’t… Well, at least we’ll have tried. And you’ll still be my best friend.”

“Really?”

“If I was going to get rid of you, I’d have done it before now.”

Artemis pulled a face at him, but at least she laughed this time.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Without warning, she pressed her lips to his. When she pulled away, she was almost smiling. “We’ll figure it out. We’ve got time.” She smiled. “One day at a time.”

“One day at a time,” Charlie repeated.

Their lips found one another’s again, but this time neither of them pulled away. Instead, their kisses deepened, and they each pulled the other closer, and closer, and closer. The morning sun shone down on their bodies as they once more became entangled beneath the skylight, bathing them in its warm, golden glow.

They might have crossed into a new territory, mapless, with no path to follow, but it didn’t matter. They were the other’s home, and the other’s adventure, and it didn’t matter where they were headed or what might happen next. They would figure it out. They would find their way. One day at a time. Together.

[darkhymns-fic]

Being an angel is pretty inconvenient, huh? (Ch. 6)

Finally, Lloyd returns home to Dirk. But he's never figured out a way to tell him about his new wings. How does one even start? [A Lloyd wingfic]

Fandom: Tales of Symphonia Characters/Pairing: Colette Brunel/Lloyd Irving, Dirk, Noishe Rating: T Word Count: 6852 Mirror: AO3 Notes: For Colloyd Week 2023, Day 6: Quote Day: “What would I wish for now if a falling star crossed the night sky?” This is long and self-indulgent, as expected!

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In the distance, Lloyd saw the spiral of smoke, how it drifted up into the sky.

He craned his head, leaning back to watch it climb. In the darkness, it was harder to differentiate it from the clouds. Much of the weather lately had hidden away the sun, and that included the stars when night fell, blanketing them, making one's journey home just a bit more difficult.

But he and Colette had still found the way. They had traveled through Sylvarant so much, both on land and through the sky, that it was second-nature to find the road that led to Iselia, and eventually, to Dirk’s house.

To his house.

Lloyd kept watching the smoke, then lowered his gaze to see the warm light from the windows. The one on the far right illuminated a stable, along with the shifting ears of a creature deep in sleep.

He didn't hear Colette’s footsteps, but he noticed the soft violet shade that stretched along the road. “We don't have to go just yet, if you're not ready,” she said. The tip of her wing brushed over his own, pure light against feather and bone.

He could hear his father at work. The rhythmic clunk of the hammer echoed through the stillness. It was one sound of many that Lloyd had grown up with, sometimes even falling asleep to it as Dirk continued to work late into the night. For a commission, for a repair to the house that was long overdue, or for a project of his very own making.

The sound may as well have been lifted from his memories. His dad had always said dwarves rarely changed throughout their years.

Lloyd swallowed. But then what will he think when he sees me?

There was a soft meow from behind him.

He turned to see Blippy poke his head from the basket Colette carried. The once tiny kitty had grown, though only by a few inches or so. Blippy’s white fur shone bright in the night. Wide eyes looked up at Lloyd, then started pawing at a feather that dangled just above a wet nose.

Lloyd couldn’t help a small laugh that escaped his throat. “Hey, my wings aren’t a new toy for you.”

Colette smiled but made no move to stop the kitten. “And after Yuan gave him a bunch of cat toys for him to play with too.” She hefted up the bag she carried in her other hand, the felt of one pet toy sneaking out from the top.

“...Yeah, why did he have those toys anyway? You think he used to be a cat owner?”

“Or maybe it used to belong to Noishe when they traveled together! I think Yuan really likes animals.”

“You sure? He seems too grumpy to be an animal lover though…”

Blippy was oblivious to their talk, still bapping away at Lloyd’s feathers. With a grin, he placed a gloved hand over the kitten’s head, scratching just beneath his ear. Even so, those tiny paws kept reaching for him.

“Hey, little guy. We’ll play with you soon. Just…first I gotta—”

And, Lloyd had thought they weren’t being particularly loud. There were always little rustles in the forest around nighttime, the kind that would make Noishe retreat further into his pen, or even sneak inside the house to cower underneath Lloyd’s bed. 

The keening whine through the air made him think otherwise.

Going by Colette's expression, even she hadn’t expected Noishe to already be upon them. “Ah, N-Noishe, wait!” But Lloyd already felt the great paw right in the center of his back, nudging against his wings.

He fell face first into the ground. 

“Gah! Noishe! Heavy!” Lloyd struggled, but the great green beast was busy nuzzling his snout against Lloyd’s cheek, letting out great bark-whines right in his ear. “Okay, okay! I'm happy to see you too but get off!”

Also, having four legs, this meant Noishe kept accidentally stepping right on Lloyd's wings, as well as his back. I don't have to worry about losing these on my own, he's just gonna break them off!

“Calm down, boy! Here, look! We have a new friend for you!” Colette was truly doing her best, petting Noishe’s ears as he still half-trampled over Lloyd. She then lifted the basket, where Blippy was looking up at Noishe with another mew.

The sound was new to Noishe, who had rarely been around normal cats and was only used to the monstrous ones, like giant lynxes or chimeras. He whined, pressing his paw against the back of Lloyd’s head.

Despite having wings, Lloyd sure was getting to know the ground a lot more!

“Oy, what's all the racket, Noishe? Are the little foxes bullying you again?”

And just like that, Noishe stepped off Lloyd, giving mercy to his wings (and back). He was sure he lost a few extra feathers…

“Mr. Dirk! It's us!” Colette called out, helping Lloyd get back to his feet, brushing off dirt clumps and grass from his jacket. “We're home!”

And it was that word, home, that made Lloyd suddenly freeze.

He was still facing away from the house, from Dirk. So right now, his dad had a full view of his wings, which were a little scuffled now from Noishe’s paws, their feathers probably falling off and floating to the ground. 

And Dirk wasn’t saying anything.

Lloyd took a shaky breath. A part of him didn’t want to turn around, instead feeling the instinct to fly away and hide. But he had come all this way, and there was something aching in his chest to finally be inside his house after what felt like such a long time.

When he did turn, he was careful to keep his wings folded, so that they wouldn't get in anyone’s way. They were always getting in someone’s way. “Hey…Dad. Um…” He smiled tremulously, giving a small shrug. “Surprise?”

Dirk was only a few feet away, standing at the other end of the logs that served as a makeshift bridge over a small river. The dwarf’s arms were crossed, silently looking at Lloyd more and more, the wind ruffling his thick beard.

As the moments passed, all Lloyd could think that this had been a mistake. His wings shifted, curling inward more as if they could fully hide behind his back. “Sorry, I… a lot happened and…”

“Ya came here earlier than I thought,” Dirk interrupted. He scratched at his beard, humming softly. “The renovations aren't quite ready yet. Thought I’d be done sooner, but I suppose all these centuries are finally catching up to me.”

Lloyd blinked. “Reno-what?”

“Well, don't just stand there, boy. Nights have been colder here lately, ya know. What with that Celsius lass taking root in Triet now. Get the both of you inside and I'll heat up some stew.”

With that, Dirk stepped back into the house through the front doorway. Warm light framed his silhouette before he moved to the side where the kitchen was, the clinking of pots echoing.

Wait, Lloyd thought. Something seems different…

“Uh, Dad?” Lloyd asked, looking at the entrance to the house for a long while, squinting and unsquinting until he finally understood what he was seeing. “Where's the door?”

It sounded weird to say out loud, but there really was just suddenly no door at the front of his house! The metal hinges were still present, and as he looked closer, there were wood shavings scattered along the floor. That, and the door frame itself seemed to be carved in a little more than he remembered.

“Ah, that? The old one won't fit the new measurements, so I had to take it down.” Dirk brought an old cooking pot to the fire stove, the logs already fairly lit. “I only had Ms. Sage’s letter to know just how much I would need to widen the doorway for you, and I still need to fix the top as well. I’ve also been mending your clothes that you left behind—so you’ll need to put on your jackets a little differently. I’ve fashioned some clasps in the back to make it fit better, but should more or less be the same. Reminds me of the time I had to lengthen my very own trousers when you had yer growth spurt!”

Lloyd was just more and more confused at the new information being given. “Wait, the Professor's letter? When did she…?

A whine from Noishe pierced through the night, followed by a wagging tail that thumped against the ground at the scent of prepared food. Dirk turned at the sound—and it was then he noticed the little kitten Colette still held, wide eyes shining bright from the fire stove.

“Got yerselves even more mouths to feed, did ya?”

Lloyd remained standing outside, but Colette heard the invitation in Dirk’s tone, stepping towards the doorway, basket in hand. “His name is Blippy. But, I guess Professor Sage must have told you already.”

The dwarf chuckled as he gazed at the little animal, petting its head, his thick hand nearly thrice the size of it. “Fine little critter. Lloyd, you did good saving this young one.”

Something about that made Lloyd leave his confuddled daze, shaking his head—which in turn made his feathers fluff up. “So you already knew about my wings!? This whole time?!” A pause. “You know everything?!”

“Ay, keep yer voice down! No sense shouting to the whole world at this hour.” Dirk faced Lloyd, the sweat on his brow apparent from the work he had put himself through. “I got no word from ya all this time. Had me worried sick if you were hurt or worse. So, I sent a query to your teacher. I figured if anyone would know anything, she would be the one.”

At that, Lloyd hung his head, running a hand through his hair. “And I've been freaking out about how to tell you…”

“I'm sorry we haven't sent anything in so long,” Colette quickly apologized. “So much happened all at once, that we just, kinda lost track.”

Dirk smiled at her, his thick beard moving like a bristly forest. “Now, you know I always appreciate your letters about how you and Lloyd are faring. That isn't the problem here.” Back to Lloyd, the dwarf’s arms were crossed once again. “What grieves me though is how my own son could not trust me.”

Lloyd raised his head with a snap. Feathers fluttered on the wind, one of them sneaking into the house to land shyly on the hardwood floors. “That's not-! I mean…” He groaned, taking a deep breath before starting again. 

“You see this, right?” He gestured to his now stretched out wings, feeling every creak and motion they made. He couldn’t move them without feeling awkward, these extra limbs having no where to go and hide. “I've been going over and over how I was going to tell you about this! I, I had to talk to other people first. And I still don’t really understand how these wings happened or why it did, but…” His wings bristled without his meaning to, embarrassing him just then. “I just didn't want you to see me…different…”

Lloyd suddenly felt so small as he spoke. And his wings were still far too big.

It was a while before Dirk spoke again, with only the sounds of the boiling pot and the crackling fire taking up the wasted space between. “Lloyd, I thought I had taught you this already, but perhaps I need to drill it into your skull a little more.”

“Huh? What do you mea–Ow!”

Lloyd could only hear Colette gasp slightly as he felt the sharp sting. Knuckles rapped against his forehead, a small tap for Dirk, but a dwarf’s strength was never to be underestimated. Lloyd placed a hand over what he was sure was a bruise already forming. It hadn’t been a punch, yet it almost felt like one. “W-what was that for?”

“It's to get through your thick-headedness!” Dirk yelled. “Don't you get that you change in front of me every time I turn my head? One moment, you’re a little tyke barely reaching my knees, and the next, you’re a grown man who carries his swords with pride. Why would you having wings now make any true difference to me? For all I know of humans, I would have believed them sprouting wings was as natural as breathing air!”

Lloyd gawked. “But we don't… well…” He looked to Colette, who still had her own wings out, their light suffusing the inside of the home with that soft violet he had grown so used to. “I guess some of us do?”

At that, Dirk’s great hand reached to clap against Lloyd's shoulder, making him stumble, his right wing flapping to keep him balanced. But there was a supplication this gesture now, not frustration nor anger. “You’ve changed, and you will always keep changing. But no matter what, you are still my son.” A small smirk could just barely be seen through his dark beard, but Lloyd had learned to recognize it through the years—and it was there. “You are still my very own child that I raised in this home, regardless of blood.”

A still moment. His father's smile. Lloyd had heard similar words before.

Why had he forgotten that already?

“Now, will ya come in already? Colette's already beat ya to it! Which means she’ll have first dibs on the potluck surprise I'll be making.”

“Dwarven Potluck Surprise? It’s been so long!” Colette beamed—and Blippy meowed right after. "Ah, but I don’t think you should eat that.”

Colette had already gone inside Dirk’s home, perhaps unconsciously so. Her wings fluttered, motes of light drifting in the air as she realized her position. Perhaps it was because she had always been invited here that she had gone in so easily. “And sorry, I should put these away…”

Dirk waved his hand. “Nonsense. They give the house some much needed light anyways.” He patted Lloyd’s shoulder again, gentler this time. “Well? Will you be coming in or will I have to pull you by the ear like old times?”

Lloyd would have argued against that, if he had felt like himself. But he looked again at the doorway, at the markings of sawdust and hammer marks that had taken place. “You were making that bigger for me,” he said.

Dirk nodded. “No sense in having you squeeze your wings through the front door. The one on your balcony should be wide enough, so I’m trying to make it the same here. I might need to move one of the windows to do so, but it's been a while since I’ve done some real construction work. A good time to keep my skills from being too rusty!”

There was joy in his father’s voice as he spoke, even some excitement at the idea of building something for Lloyd. There was no half-heartedness, no worry, and nothing fearful. And with his dad being so close to one of his wings, barely raising a bushy eyebrow at their size, Lloyd realized then.

His vision got blurry all the sudden. He tried to hide it with a quick swipe of his arm, but it only seemed to make his tears fall down all the more. “Ah, dammit, s-sorry.”

Even so, he couldn’t stop crying.

Lloyd found himself leaning on his father’s arm who guided him inside. The shadow of his own wings fell over the dwarf, but Dirk didn’t seem to mind at all. 

“Now, now, yer apologizing as much as Colette here. You must be starving, lad. Come in now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t…believe it would be okay.” Harder to speak, just like when he was a little. He’d been such a crybaby back then. “I’m really sorry…”

“Hush now. Also mind the tools there, ya don’t want a wicked nail through your boot. We’ll have a bit of a draft while we eat but I’m sure it’s nothing you’re not already used to.” Dirk continued to speak gently, as he would do when Lloyd was little, crying over monsters in the dark, and nightmares he could put no name to.

Maybe it was the pain of getting his wings, the weight of them, the constant ache and everything else that had made him forget. He moved through the doorway, already wide enough that he barely needed to tuck in his wings as he stepped inside. The familiar scent of the simmering potluck, the soft light from Colette’s wings painting the walls, the tiny whines from Noishe as he settled himself in a corner, hoping for scraps to come his way.

Remember, this is your home.

Lloyd really had forgotten so many things.

But he remembered the stew tasting so, so warm.

 --

The skies stayed cloudy throughout the coming days. Again, Dirk commented how it must have been Celsius’ doing, the icy summon spirit bringing forth a chill that the thick forests surrounding Iselia did not know—though not enough to hurt the trees or any of the plants in their garden, thankfully. “A customer of mine said the desert had its first snowfall,” he would later say. “It seems change is happening everywhere.”

Lloyd hadn’t been sure how long he would stay home this time. Typically, it would be a week or two at a time before he and Colette would set out on the road again. But as he seated himself on the balcony railing, his wings helping him keep balance, hearing his father put the finishing touches on the doorway below, he was finding it harder to leave.

That, and Blippy seemed to really like it here, too.

The white kitten was already growing so fast, barely fitting inside his basket anymore. So it only made sense that he would wander around the home, poking his head among the potted plants and snatching any dried fish that Dirk had stored. There had been some worries, from both Lloyd and Colette, about the river that wound around the house and if Blippy would fall in. Still, the river never ran fast and was barely over a foot deep, yet even so, Dirk had set about creating a little wooden fence, so that Blippy didn’t accidentally dip a paw in the water in curiosity.

Yet, maybe they had been worrying too much, because Blippy was far more interested in Noishe instead of some water.

Lloyd watched Blippy chase after Noishe across the grass. The small little flash of fur was bright, mewing all while Noishe whined and tried to hide in his stable. His dad turned his head occasionally towards the sight, letting out a chuckle or two before going back to his work.

“Looks like they’ve been getting along lately, don’t you think?”

Lloyd felt the brush of her fingers against his wings. The touch was so light, reminding him of the way she would press her fingers into his palm. He grinned, still watching both dog and cat rush across the ground. “Maybe. Either that or Noishe is great with kids.”

Colette looked down, her own soft laughter escaping her lips. He felt her fingers move from her wings to around his back—to the new openings in his jacket for his wings to comfortably hang from. It definitely took Lloyd some getting used to wearing it, but his dad’s tailoring skills were nearly as good as his crafting. The back clasps in his jacket could be tightened after he put it on, so that he no longer had to wrestle his wings through the makeshift openings he and Colette had tried to do on their own. No more tearing through the fabric, and no more worries that his jacket would simply fall off because of such new shapes.

“I’m glad he still kept these red,” Colette noted, and he could hear the playful tone in her voice. “Or would you have wanted to try a different color?”

“You know, now that I think about it…blue would look pretty great on me. Oh, or maybe purple!”

“Aw, purple is cute!” And before Lloyd could argue that purple could be more than just a cute color, she also moved to sit on the railing beside him, carefully brushing aside the clinging ivy and the soft dust of pollen that had draped over it.

She lost her balance almost immediately.

Lloyd quickly reached out and grabbed her arm. “Whoa, watch out! You can just take a chair if you wanna sit.”

“Hehe, sorry…” Colette gripped her free hand onto the railing now, but she didn’t move, instead continuing with, “But I think I know what to do about it.”

With that, Colette’s wings slowly slipped past her shoulders, their soft light slightly muted by the sunshine. He felt the tip of one of her wings tap his shoulder. Soon, she was sitting taller, more comfortably, her legs swinging from the railing. “There!”

She did it so easily, all with a wide smile. Her wings fluttered a little, reminding him of a butterfly’s own.

As the wind shifted the tree boughs near his balcony, carrying the scent of pine in the early spring, he kept his eyes on her. For so much of that first journey, Lloyd had seen her wings often. Easier to fight with, she had told him before, even when she worried how the others must have seen her. When she was numb to pain, her wings highlighted the scratches across her palms from gripping the chakrams too tightly. When she was locked away and could no longer speak, her wings were always at the ready, their once soft light seeming harsher in the dark, reflecting off eyes that never shifted or blinked.

Lloyd tapped his fingers against the railing, eyes shifting downward. “Hey, Colette. You don’t need to have your wings out for my sake.”

Between them, there were the sounds of Dirk’s hammer, the distant cry of a hawk overhead, and the continued whispering from the trees. The light of Colette’s wings stayed draped over the railing, over his hand where his Exsphere continued to rest on.

“I know you don’t want…what happened to me to happen to you too.” His wings furled inward slightly as he spoke. “So, it’s okay. Really. You don’t have to risk it.”

Colette had already suffered for her wings as they were. Why should he have to add more to that?

It was then he heard the railing creak from motion, watching as the familiar violet shade moved away from his hand. But before he could even start to feel a little lonely then, Colette had grabbed his hand—from the front.

“Remember when we used to fly together?” Colette asked him. She was flying before him, her wings gently beating, sending drifting motes of light to scatter across the earth. “Not just in Ozette… but before that? We should do it again. Let’s go and fly!”

Again, the rhythmic sound of the hammer, now followed by the gentle whines of a certain creature who must have noticed Colette hovering just above.

“Uh… did you just ignore what I was saying now?” Lloyd asked in turn, more out of befuddlement than anything else. He could usually follow Colette’s thoughts well, but still, she managed to surprise him now and then.

“Oh! No, I was listening!” Colette nodded, her face all serious to the point that her cheeks were a little puffy, a feature that Lloyd couldn’t help but find adorable. “And this is my answer!”

“So, you did ignore me.”

Colette grasped his hand close in both of her own, leaning in. Her blue irises held patterns in them, like constellations. “Lloyd, I want to use my wings with you again. I know I used to be a little worried before about it, when I told you about what Kratos mentioned to me. So, when it actually happened to you, I did try to stop using my wings. I got scared. I didn’t really understand.”

Her nearness made his heart race again, but he grasped her hand back with his. “That’s why I said it’s okay to not use yours. You shouldn’t have to because of me.”

“But what if I want to, Lloyd?” she countered, the rare hint of exasperation in her voice. “Can you believe me that I want to? Like when we used to fly up in the skies… When it felt like it was only us in the world. I know it’s selfish of me, but I liked that. I miss flying with you.”

Lloyd’s wings unfurled again, unconsciously done, but he didn’t shy away from it. He remembered seeing doves do the same, like the ones that would sometimes make their nests within a hidden corner of his rooftop.

“…I’m actually kinda nervous flying that high with these,” he admitted, clearing his throat. “I mean, I did fly to my balcony this morning! Like, from the ground…”

Colette’s fingers threaded between his own, soon reaching for his other hand. “Then you just need a little practice. Let’s get you more used to your new wings. I can teach you!”

Her excitement was getting more and more obvious, her serious face from before breaking into a grin. She gently tugged him forward, and all Lloyd could do was let her. His wings were already opening, catching the wind, feeling the way it shifted around his feathers.

“Heh, so should I call you Professor Colette, then?” he teased, just as he felt himself leave the railing. “Or, I guess it would be Professor Brunel…”

“Hm, but I like hearing you say my name, so keep the Colette part!” And with a little triumphant pull, she held Lloyd’s hands as they both hovered in the air just before his balcony, their wings beating in sync.

Lloyd gazed at her, at her wings painted against the cloudy skies, like the fragments of a stained-glass window. He swallowed a small lump in his throat, hoping it didn’t make his flight a bit unsteady. But flying had always been like this, hadn’t it? To trust yourself to not freefall through the air, to leave the stability of the ground for the uneasiness of the air.

It was exciting, when he thought about it.

“So, Professor Colette, I always wondered… How come you got so good at flying right away when you got your wings? Even when I had my old ones, I still had trouble with them.”

Colette seemed surprised by the question. Her wings beat rapidly in the air as she thought of her answer. “Hm… maybe it’s just part of my luck?”

“Haha, what? That’s not how luck works!” Lloyd tilted his head, his legs hanging down, still unconsciously searching for a floor to stand on. “I think?

“Well, I am very lucky.” She pulled him further up into the air, giggling. “Maybe my luck with flying will rub off on you!”

And she was quick, already guiding him on a flight path only she seemed to know. But she didn’t forget to wave down to Dirk below, calling out to him with a clear voice. “We’re just going out, Mr. Dirk! We’ll be back before dinner!”

“Ah, leaving me your pet to take care of, eh?” But little Blippy was already being stroked by Dirk’s great hand as he took a break from his work. The cat stared ahead, eyes wide as it craned its head up towards a flying Lloyd and Colette. Still, it didn’t reach out to them. It was very content to stay and be petted by a well-knowing hand. “Stay safe, you two!”

From the height of his balcony, his father’s shape didn’t look that much different than on ground level. But with flight came the distance, came the eventual loss of detail, until even Dirk’s beard could barely be seen. It was similar when flying atop a Rheaird, except Lloyd could turn in the air, and keep holding onto Colette’s hand, watching the trail of stardust from her wings float all around. Maybe with enough of it, her light could even make his own wings shine.

 --

At some point during the day, the clouds finally began to part—but Lloyd barely noticed. He was too busy keeping his eyes on Colette, and how her wings moved with all the ease that he wished he had.

The initial flight was shaky for him. He nearly lost his balance numerous times, and his wings would grow tired. They were no longer just made of light, but of muscle and bone. He had to rest them occasionally, stopping at a hill outcropping or a tree branch, with Colette waiting beside him until he was ready to fly once more.

“Feel like I’m not making this as fun as it used to be…” he said with a small laugh.

But Colette would only shake her head, the light from her wings darkening her hair. “It’s always fun with you, Lloyd.”

And then, she would take his hand to fly off again, over the forest he had known so well since he was a kid, watching the twisting rivers that cut through hills, and the dirt roads that wound down cliffs past an abandoned ranch, until they would reach the gates of Iselia. But they were so high up in the sky, they might have been mistaken for large birds if anyone saw them. Or at least, Lloyd was hoping for that.

He quickly identified the roof that belonged Colette’s house, spotting the well beside it, and the small backyard where they would both play swords together when they were young. Another quick glance to the right, and he thought he recognized Phaidra walking past the front door, her ash blonde hair catching the dim light of the setting sun.

Lloyd knew he’d have to see them too, with his new wings. He’d have to see the entire village, sporting the same wings as the angel that had come down on that day of the Oracle. So, he felt some relief as they flew farther past the village, Colette’s hand still holding fast to his.

But, that was also when he started to question. “Uh, where are we going anyway?”

Colette looked back at him, her hair flying about her in a golden array. “Just a little further up. How do your wings feel?”

“Eh, still kinda tired? But I guess they don’t ache as much.” So he flew with some trepidation, too anxious to really make any careless dives or twists in the air like he once used to.

His wings really did have an annoying habit of flying into things if he wasn’t careful enough, so he was little relieved they had left the forest for more open spaces. It wasn’t like before, where his wings of light could disperse whenever he felt like it. He couldn’t just land on the bough of a tree, sitting against the bark when he felt tired. Now he had to calculate just how much space his wings needed, how they would make it difficult for him to just lay back unless he folded them up properly. (Which also made it a bit hard to sleep in general!)

Then, as he flapped his wings a little hard, trying to catch the air, he winced. And with that came a little groan of frustration.

Colette noticed. “Oh, again?”

“Ugh, yeah…” He tried turning his neck but had no real luck. “These ribbons just keep getting in the way now!”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there!”

Lloyd could barely question her what she meant exactly, his neck cricking from his ribbons restricting his movement. He could feel every flap of his wings only making it worse, until Colette guided him to land on somewhat uneven ground.

“Here, let me look.” Colette quickly moved behind him, and soon he felt her hands move aside those ribbons from his mass of feathers, a careful unwinding of thin fabric from his wingspan. “This left one really held on!”

Lloyd sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I think I’m gonna have to tell dad about getting rid of these. I can’t fly right if these ribbons keep tangling up in my wings!”

Colette straightened out the white ribbons, her fingers smoothing out wrinkles. “I think it would work if they were shorter.”

“No way, they’d just look kind of dumb if they were short.”

As he felt her still holding onto his ribbons, he looked straight ahead. In the distance, he saw the ocean, hearing the crashing of waves against a rocky shore. The sun, he finally noticed, was already going down, sinking into the ocean as the sky overhead darkened. Lloyd angled his head around, realizing just where exactly they were both standing on. He caught a glimpse of the carved opening that had been made at the top of the stone structure, from where the light of the Oracle had shone so brightly all that time ago.

The Iselia Temple? Why did she bring me here?

But Colette still seemed to be busy with his ribbons, even long after she had untangled them. She already spoke before he could ask her. “What if we tied it up?”

Lloyd immediately knew what she meant. He hesitated. “I don’t know about that…”

“But you did it for me!” Colette was doing her best to hide away her grin as she guided him to stand on one of the curved outcroppings of the temple, many of the stones enveloped by moss. She stayed behind him, straightening out those ribbons even more. “Remember, your ribbons got tangled up in my hair when I wore your outfit that one time.”

“That’s different!”

“How so?”

“Hair and wings aren’t exactly the same…” But he already felt her tugging on them, and the motion of it was nice. Almost relaxing, such as when she brushed his wings, careful with his feathers.

“Fine,”he relented. “If you really want to—”

“Oh, whoops,” Colette said with a giggle. “I was already doing it. Sorry!”

“Huh?!” Lloyd reached back around his collar, his wrist brushing against his wing. But his fingers found the knot that was made, along with the little bow that Colette had tied up nicely with his white ribbons.

“Now they won’t get in the way. Also, they look cute!”

Well, he knew he had to admit it then, especially once he tested a small beat of his wings then. “Huh, it is a lot better now! …I’m gonna need to do this for my other jackets.”

“Maybe we can have each one a different style!” Colette suggested. “I can make your Tuesday jacket have a more braid-like ribbon.”

“You sure you didn’t already do that?”

But Colette just poked out her tongue at him as a tease as she stood next to him again. Lloyd looked at how the night sky was seen through her wings, sparkling more than they ever did on their own. It took him a second to realize that it was already nighttime—had they really flown all afternoon?

“How come you wanted to come here?” he asked her. He caught sight of the crumbling stairs that led to the temple, the flagstones long overtaken by the earth. It seemed even more in disrepair, for probably ever since Colette left, no one else besides them had gone back to this holy place of Cruxis worship. Now it only crumbled, along with everything else of the old religion.

“The stars are always so clear by the temple,” she said, craning her neck upwards. “Not as well as by your house, but it’s always very dark here, so the stars shine brighter than they do when in Iselia.”

In the sky, there were patterns—different ones now, with the reunification of the worlds. How often had Colette had to stay late at the temple, counting the stars from the windows? How often had he done the same from his house, waiting until he could go back to Iselia again to see her?

Lloyd was still looking at her when he saw something then—like a trail of starlight that connected the span of her wings, from the top-most left to the bottom. He watched its travel, a movement so fast across her expanse.

“A shooting star?” Colette said, looking over in the same direction. “I wonder… what would I wish for now…?”

Lloyd knew what he once would have wished for.

When his wings had ached, had been covered in blood and made him hate the very thought of moving, he would have wished for them to be gone. He would have wished he had done things differently. He would have wished he hadn’t put Colette through so much trouble, just to care for him and his stupid mistakes.

In the night, he saw how his right wing moved to circle around Colette. A large wingspan, the feathers pulled at by the ocean breeze. They were the same color as the kitten he had dove in to rescue from the river. Whatever reason his wings had decided to change just then, he still couldn’t say. That same kitten was probably resting in his father’s lap, who mostly likely was still waiting for him and Colette to return home.

No wishes came to his head, but something else did.

Lloyd took Colette’s hand. “Fly with me.”

Colette barely had a moment before Lloyd’s wings outstretched, wider than before. Only once had he ever felt this confident with them—back when they had been of light for the very first time, and he flew off to the skies with no hesitation.

“Come on!” Grinning wide, he urged Colette to follow, rising high above, watching as her wings beat rapidly to match his speed.

“Lloyd!” she called back with a laugh. “Are you okay to fly this high up?”

High enough that even the temple seemed small, high enough that it felt like they were the only two left in the entire world.

Their flight path was of curves, and sudden dives, and over the ocean currents that made laughter break out between them. But still, he guided her higher, just enough so that he felt nothing else could be better. They finally stopped, uplifted by the winds, the twin moons shining down on them. They made the night less dark, surrounded by the stars that were so numerous, like an endless sea.

Stopping in mid-flight, he moved his hands from hers, to wrap around her waist and bring her close in an embrace. Just a few days before, he would have felt too awkward to do this, too unbalanced, too much of a mess to give her what she tried to give to him.

His wings beat softly to keep them up. Even if Colette’s wings were snuffed out at that very moment, he wouldn’t let go.

“Colette, I’m sorry I couldn’t say it back then when you kissed me.”

He felt the heat rise in her face, warm against his cheek. He watched it brighten as he moved back to look at her, her hair framed by her wings and the stars. “Ah, that was… I just did it without asking you—”

“I love you, too.”

Maybe it was cheesy to say it here, up in the skies, but he wanted a place where only Colette would hear him, where she couldn’t mistake it for anything else.

“I’ve always loved you, but I only really got it back at the Tree. It takes me so long to get anything. It’s kinda pathetic, huh? And even when I finally realized, it took me even longer to just say it. I kept you waiting this whole time, even after you told me. I’m sorry. I don’t want to keep doing that to you. I love you, Colette. I love you.”

Her kiss had been her way of telling him, the most obvious thing that even the densest person would have picked up on. He always made so much trouble for Colette.

She lowered her eyes, but her hands fidgeted. Fingers moved to slide up his collar, to thread across his hair. “Then…can you make it up to me?”

He moved closer, his forehead pressed against hers as they both floated lazily through the sky. “Yeah. What is it?”

“Can you kiss me back?”

Was it as far back as Flanoir, as far back as on his balcony before she would leave for her journey, when he first wanted to kiss her? He had loved her then, longer than he could put a single memory to it. So many times, so many moments, but it had been up to Colette to guide him. The wanting flooded through him. He could hardly even speak anymore.

Still, when Lloyd pressed his lips to hers, tasting that familiar sweetness from before, hearing the soft sounds Colette made against him, he finally felt he did something right for once in so long.

Flying had never before felt so wonderful.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

I Know I’m Bad News (I Saved It All for You) Chapter 2

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore; Sexual situations; allusions to r*pe; mental health struggles

A/N: I edited the chapter to remove the original content. My brain can't handle the drama that came with writing something so dark.

You were toying with your newly acquired crossbow when you heard him groan. Your new plaything. You had claimed him. He and his weapon were yours, and sharing was not an option with this one. You’d hate to see those horny bastards tear him to pieces just to get their rocks off. You’d seen that too many times before. 

It was the first time you’d actually laid a claim on a person. Sure, the boys would share but only because they wanted you to scissor with some chick or had a penchant for watching you peg some poor soul with new found sex toys. It hadn’t been all bad, but none of it had been yours. None of it wanted. Unbeknownst to your fellow group members, you were in it for survival. Regardless, Joe decreed that unless you specifically asked for someone else’s assistance, you and your boy toy would be left alone, the threat of being taught left unsaid. 

Your hands stilled on the stock, narrowed eyes watching the man across from you curiously. No one else would have heard the noise. While Joe made sure you were close enough to be able to see your fire burning, to be able to hear you call for them, he allowed you to be far enough away to maintain privacy. Most nights, you slept among the group. The old man had taken you under his wing all those months ago. The boys knew better than to touch you. You were the one thing that was always off limits. 

But as long as you had—what was his name? Daryl. As long as you had Daryl, they would grant you time alone to do with the man as you wished. 

And oh, did you have a lot of wishes. 

His head rolled back and forth against the tree in slow and jerky movements. He wasn’t quite yet in the waking world. Maybe he just needed a little—motivation. 

You placed the crossbow beside your leg, far away from the man—just in case. Taking out your zippo, you flicked the lid and struck the flint, igniting the flame in one swift movement. The paper of your cigarette sizzled as it caught and you flicked your wrist downward to close the lighter and place it back in your pocket. 

“Ugh.” You had nearly finished your smoke and he had stopped moving. It was taking entirely too long. 

You pushed to your feet, quietly advancing. With a long draw filling your lungs, you crouched next to him and turned your head to exhale the smoke in a dense billowing cloud while flicking your cigarette into the fire. 

You leaned in close—but not too close. You weren’t stupid enough to think he wouldn’t slam his forehead into your nose the first chance he got. 

A wicked smile that showed all your teeth made you look damn near psychotic. Maybe you were. The apocalypse alone provided enough justification. 

“Oh god—they’re gonna kill me!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing his rather impressive bicep to jostle him. “Please wake up! You gotta help me! Please!” The moment he jerked awake, you tilted your head. Watching bleary yet wild eyes search for the damsel in distress was beyond entertaining, but nothing would thrill you more than when you saw recognition seep into his crystal clear blue orbs. “Have a nice nap?”

He remained silent, jaw tight and nostrils flaring. Oh, he was mad. His arm muscles tensed, only gathering a single sliver of your attention. He was testing his bonds, the ropes around his wrists. There wasn’t much he could do to test the one around his neck that secured him to the tree trunk besides strangle himself. 

“I know how to tie a mean knot, pretty boy.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “You aren’t going anywhere unless I say so.” You pushed on your knees to stand straight only to crouch over his thighs. His head barely made it a half inch from the tree before your palm slammed into his forehead and your handgun pressed into his chin. The hiss he offered was delectable. “Ah ah ah.” You tutted, shaking your head. “You’re a guest. Wouldn’t be to your benefit to break the host’s nose, now would it?”

He was trembling and you would bet your quickly dampening panties that it wasn’t out of fear. You released his forehead but kept your gun pressed uncomfortably hard into his chin. Dropping your knees forward, you straddled him, his bound hands trapped between his crotch and the apex of your thighs. 

Tilting your head one way and then the other, you smiled, your tongue darting out to wet your lips while you let the fingers of your free hand dance along his jaw. “You’re pretty, Daryl.” He recoiled as much as he could, his lip curled. “Come on, baby. Let me hear that voice.”

His lips parted, maybe to speak, but then closed again. Oh, he was a stubborn one. You would need to work hard to break him down, but it was the end of the world. You had nothing but time. 

“Maybe I’ll let you eat when you decide to be a gentleman and talk to me. Even take a piss.” You shrugged, patting his cheek harder than necessary while pushing to your feet. Walking back toward the fire with an intentional sway in your hips, you sat back down on your blanket and drew your knees to your chest. 

Rape wasn’t your thing. With the men you kept as company, it was something you saw often, took part in only because it was what the group did. If you didn’t participate, were you really one of the gang? Being a Claimer had kept you safe. The end of the world brought out the worst in people, yourself included. Sure, you’d tease, but you’d only fuck Daryl if he broke and begged you for it. 

Right?

You felt the switch flip in your brain, shining a light down into a closed off room in your mind where a woman stood, bound and gagged. You knew who she was and why she was silently pleading to be set free. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. 

This isn’t who you are. 

“Shut up.” You mumbled, pressing your forehead into your knees, tangling your fingers in your hair. 

You’re not him.

“I said shut up!” Your palms slammed down into the leaves, back straightening and eyes clenched shut. Your chest was heaving, a single stray tear dripping from your jaw. When you opened your eyes, the voice was silent. “Christ.” You sniffed and ran your fingers through your hair, glancing at Daryl once and then again. He was watching you with intense curiosity, those piercing eyes narrowed. “The fuck’re you looking at?” You barked. When he didn’t look away, didn’t speak, you grabbed a handful of leaves and dirt and threw it at him. 

Satisfied when he turned his head to avoid the mess hitting his face, you looked back to the fire. He was likely staring again. You could almost feel his gaze, but if you didn’t look, it wasn’t real anyway. Right?

“Go to sleep.” You said—a quiet demand. Grabbing your flashlight, you checked the perimeter lines and then placed it back inside your bag. Your sleeping bag felt more uncomfortable than usual, a soft prison in which you willingly wrapped yourself. Heaving a sigh, you forced your eyes closed and let sleep take you. 

Daryl was still watching. 

Morning came all too soon. Your nightmares had once again made sleep an elusive creature, your mind startling you awake after what felt like only minutes at a time. Dragging yourself out of the bag, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and shuffled over to Daryl, kicking the bottom of his boot none too gently. “Wake up.” His eyes peeled open, so clear that you wondered if he was even really sleeping. “One warning.” You muttered tiredly. “Don’t try to run.”

Your feet dragged and carried you around the tree, the knot difficult but not impossible for you to untie. The rope fell, and you pulled your gun from your waistband, unsurprised when he leapt to his feet and bolted. With little effort in aiming, you fired, the bullet hitting him in the left calf and sending him skidding across the ground.

“Told you not to run.” You heaved a sigh and lowered the weapon to your side, trudging over to where he lay, grunting and hissing. “Now I get to pluck out a bullet and patch you up.”  

When your hand wrapped around his bicep, he jerked away, using his fists—still bound—to push himself himself up, drawing his good leg up to balance on his knee. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me!”

“He speaks! And it was so worth the wait.” You reached for him again only to be shrugged off. “Oh, stop!” You rolled your eyes.

“Need some help over there, sweetheart?” Joe called, barely visible in the distance. 

“Nah, we’re good! He’s just being a naughty boy!”

“Teach ‘im right, now but not all the way!” 

Waving a hand, you turned your attention back to Daryl. “Listen, if you give me a hard time, then I’m just gonna need some help. I’m sure the boys would be more than happy to give me a hand.” When he sneered at you, you gave his ass a pointed glance and raised an eyebrow. “I can’t promise they won’t each want a turn afterwards.” You shrugged with a feigned smile of nonchalance. “Who would I be to say no?” He continued to glare but the moment his resolve crumbled was obvious. 

It was difficult to get a man as heavy as him to his feet with an injured leg, but it helped you to appreciate how good he felt beneath your touch, lean muscles flexing as he attempted to pull away and make it on his own. “I just shot you and you’re not at least going to yell at me?” Pouting extravagantly, you refused to release your hold.

“Ain’t got nothin’ to say.” 

You relinquished your grip and let him hobble along. “Anyone ever told you that your voice is a panty-dropper?” Daryl curled his lip but refused to look at you. “That’s called a compliment, Daryl. The polite thing to do would be to say thank you.”

“Fuck you.”

“Later.” That had his head snapping toward you, eyes wide. You just smirked and carried on. “Sit down there. I’m gonna take care of the mess you forced me to make.” Crouching over your bag, you watched him in your peripheral. He used his right leg for balance and bent it at the knee, sinking down with that single limb holding all his weight while attempting to not fall on his ass. He made it most of the way before he simply plopped down against the tree trunk. 

By the time you crawled over, there was a sizeable dark circle of blood-soaked leaves below his leg. He didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms of severe blood loss so you continued to take your time. He didn’t resist when you grabbed his knee to tilt his leg but his eyes tracked your hand while it went to the knife on your thigh. 

“Hands above your head, gorgeous.” When he didn’t move, you hung your head and sighed. Before he could blink, you had your gun to his temple and blade at his throat. “Maybe shooting you wasn’t enough. Maybe I need to do some real damage to get it through your thick skull that I am not fucking around.” Daryl grunted when you pressed the knife’s edge inward just enough to break the skin. “Hands. Above. Your. Head.”

If looks could kill, you’d have definitely been a walker. 

“I’m a surgeon with a gun, but I’m not half bad with a knife either. Don’t test me.” You threatened lowly. Your lips parted into a gleeful smile when you had to move back for him to follow through with your demand. “Good boy. Now, keep ‘em there.”

Your knife, always expertly sharpened, sliced through his jeans like butter. You only cut a small section, enough to give you access to the wound without fucking up his pants entirely. No warning was given before you splashed the whiskey over the bullet hole, watching with a twisted sense of satisfaction as he arched and hissed.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” Sarcasm dripped from every syllable not unlike the whiskey now dripping from your sterilized hands. “You’re gonna love this next part.” Daryl’s brow drew inward, his eyes finding and following your hand, too late to stop you from digging your finger straight into the wound. He pressed his head back against the tree with a shout. 

“Ssh.” You soothed so quietly that it almost sounded genuine. “Don’t want the dead to hear.” His breaths became ragged, skin growing pale the more you rooted around inside the injury. After what seemed like an eternity, your nail grazed over the metal. “Ah ha. There you are.” His leg was a mess by the time you pulled your finger, thumb, and bullet from the stretched disaster. You were staring at the projectile with something akin to admiration while Daryl fought to catch his breath.  

“Try to run again, the next one goes in your ass.” Head hanging, he glared at you from beneath his fringe of sweat damp hair. “I’d just love to dig that one out.”

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” He panted. 

“How much time ya got?” You shrugged, continuing the process of stitching and dressing the injury. He merely grunted. “You must be hungry.”

“Got other problems.” He grumbled immediately, his face flushing. 

You moved away from his feet, smart enough to know that one kick would incapacitate you long enough for him to get away. Not something you were willing to risk. “I could use a bathroom break too. Come on.” Gun in hand, you sheathed your knife and climbed to your feet. You reached for the rope around his wrists, but he growled and pulled away, finding a method of levering to his feet without your assistance. 

You led him away from camp—his limp profound—and waved a languid hand. “Go on then.” His brows shot up before drawing inward into a scowl. 

“Think m’gonna do it with ya gawkin’ at me?” He snapped.

“Can’t help it.” You shrugged. “You’re so shiny, easy on the eyes.”

“Pfft.” Standing by the nearest tree, he looked at you, raising an eyebrow expectantly. 

You huffed. “Fine.” You started unbuckling your belt, opening your jeans to yank them down, grinning when Daryl nearly fell over to turn away. 

“Th’fuck you doin’!?” You couldn’t see his face but the tips of his ears burned red. 

“I’m gonna take a piss too.” You peered at him, confused. Maybe you had forgotten something from the old world, but you always urinated with the other Claimers. Only one explanation made sense. “You never seen a pussy before?”

Daryl scoffed, but you noticed he didn’t answer. “Whatever.” 

You chuckled and squatted, watching him while you drip-dried. “Go on the other side,” you grinned when he angled his head to indicate he was listening without looking, “but remember there’s a bullet for your ass if you try to run.” 

After a moment, he sighed and limped around to the opposite side of the tree, granting you a wide berth. Listening closely, you stood, hearing his zipper at the same time you jerked yours upward. Biting your lip, you almost silently trekked around the tree, waiting until you were certain he was tucking himself away before springing around with a quick boo! 

“S’wrong with you?!”

“Everything, Daryl.” You laughed, observing him hungrily as he struggled back to camp. He dropped himself down by the tree, anger radiating from him in waves so powerful that you could feel it even with the distance that stood between you. 

And you couldn’t have been more aroused. 

With a whine and childish kick of your feet, you dragged yourself back to your sleeping back and plopped down gracelessly. You wanted to have fun with Daryl, but not that kinda fun. Maybe he'd actually want it eventually and you could oblige, but for now, you'd just continue to fuck with him in other ways.

"I think I'll call you Sir Hops Along." You smiled sweetly, tossing him a small bag of jerky before opening the other you had for yourself. He muttered something too low for you to hear, but snatched up the bag. Oh, he was going to be so much fun.

[bluecookies02]

Can I please request for Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa walking in on their S/O using a vibrator on themselves? (Btw they don’t know that they have it also their s/o aren’t moaning their name just heavy breathing) please thank you! Can be headcannons or Drabbles. Thank you!!💕

YESSSSSS, ALL OF MY HUSBANDS, ABSOLUTELY

(NSFW // minors do not interact)

TAKAMI KEIGO/HAWKS

He rarely comes home early, on contrary he's always held up by the commission well over his working hours, causing him to be late, the apology texts being a constant in your relationship.

And you understand, you really do, you learned to get busy with your own things throughout the day. Especially when the fact that you're alone in your home settles down in your brain.

You find joy in spoiling yourself, and while you do sometimes miss the touch of your lover, the small buzzing against your clit makes it almost impossible to keep on dwelling over that, especially when you press the toy a bit harder, head thrown back on the soft pillow. The lights are dimmed, your discarded clothes scattered over the bed, the soaked panties laying at your feet. It all adds to the appeal for the golden eyes that peek through the door, heavy, tired wings jumping back to life.

Breathing out heavily, you fiddle with the speeds on your vibe, greedily upping it until it feels overwhelming, too ruthless on your sensitive cunt. The one under it is too low, too faint for how worked up you are. You decide to torture yourself for a while, refusing to move it away from you, despite the small zap-like sensation that surges all the way through your stomach. Your fingers briefly dig and scrape over your thigh before you manage to still your hips, letting the vibe do its work. Your eyes are out of focus, imagination running wild as you drunkenly stare at your ceiling.

You dip the toy between your folds, slicking it up, the reduced friction making it almost perfect, toes curling in a warning. You feel it in your gut, hips bucking off the bed, the warm knot in your tummy signaling that if you don't stop soon you're gonna reach the point of no return, definitely ruining the oh so precious buildup you've got going on.

You peel your own hand away, determined to make it last a little while longer, your legs closing around nothing, the toy dropped on the mattress.

Your gasp is followed by a deeper groan, making your eyes snap to the door. You're relieved to find your boyfriend hunched over the door frame, cheeks red as his knees threaten to give out. His hand is wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, his pants barely pulled down. So close. He was so terribly close.

His sharp teeth bruised his own lips from biting down too hard, a hand muffling his noises just in case (so much for that). You slowly click the off button, sitting up, wanting to make your way to your boyfriend. Your heart beats all the way to your ears, the rollercoaster of emotions doing a number on your poor heart.

"No, no, you can keep going" he says quietly, motioning you back to the bed as he takes tentative steps to a chair, turning it to face you.

You have to swallow around the lump in your dry throat, nodding as you spread your legs open again, adjusting so that he can have a better view. The slow buzz of your toy sends shivers down his spine, the wet sound of your pussy even louder now that he's this close to you.

that's how you manage to edge your boyfriend until he has literal tears rolling down his cheeks

TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI

cw:dabi is a perv

Dabi is a little creep. He constantly sneaks into your apartment...he peeks through every crack he can just to get a glimpse of you. It doesn't matter that you're dating, it adds a certain thrill to his day, especially when you jump up, startled and scared when he just....*shows up*

So far he caught you pleasuring yourself a handful of times, most of which were in the privacy of your bathroom. He loves to watch, loves to see exactly how you like it. He gets off on the shy moans you let out, quiet even when you're all alone in your home, the lewd sounds that rush past your lips muffled with the back of your hand.

He often strokes his cock, mumbling to himself, praising you even though you're too busy to hear him. He does little to nothing to keep it down, relishing in how oblivious you are to the slick sound of his length fucking into his fist. He takes breaks whenever you do, he matches his pace to yours fully, the grin never leaving his face.

It's not until he caught you on your couch of all places, legs bent to your knees, a rabbit vibrator stuffed inside your pussy, the little ears of it bumping against your clit ever so slightly. He's in a daze...he never guessed that his precious girl owned anything of the sort.

If you thought your sex life was great before, wait until he starts looking into all kinds of toys , using your card to buy them.

AIZAWA SHOUTA/ERESERHEAD

For him to not know that you own a sex toy, the relationship would have to be pretty new, I'm talking like "just got together, fucked a handful of times" type of new.

He gets internally excited, hoping that it'll be a nice start of a conversation later. For now, he'll carefully knock, offering his help. He'll take good care of you alright.

He'll finger you while he teases you with the vibe, pressing down and then raising it up from your clit ever so often. He'll play with the settings until he finds the one that tortures you the most, thoroughly getting you nice and fucked out before he even thinks about putting his cock anywhere near your pussy.

If Aizawa is something, that's passionate. He's lazy, but not when it comes to making his partners feel good. It's a way for him to unwind from work and finally do something that doesn't give him a headache.

He loves the way you look all soaked up, your folds slippery, glistening from his spit and many generous orgasms he gave you, making his fingers slide with ease. He eats pussy for his own pleasure, turning off the vibe and placing it on the bed, mushing his face between your legs. He nuzzles and munches on the fat of your thighs, leaving faint love bites all over your skin.

Then you can feel the tickle of his stubble as he starts suckling on your pussy, humming and mouthing at your cunt. He talks with your puss in his mouth, slurred words of praise about the way you taste and smell. He has his spit dribbling down his chin, arms secured on top of you to keep you in place.

He also loves eating ass, pls let this man eat your ass, Aizawa is an ass man, give him a taste of your voluptuous a- khm

He'll go on until his tongue goes numb. Like numb to the point where he has to slowly put it back in his mouth because his muscles are in p a i n

He'll turn the vibe back on while he fucks you, begging for you to not cum even tho he has it on the highest setting. It makes your walls flutter just right and he's so close. Hold out for him, he deserves it, he worked for it.

"Just a little bit more, I got you, please...I'm sorry...I know...you're doing so good, I know you can do it, I'm right behind you " He cums so hard he almost tumbles over, your cunt squeezing him dry, your toes curl and legs wiggle out of his grip to run away from the intensity of the toy that he still has hovered over your clit.

not proofread, it's 1 am and we die like men.

I'll ban the words "vibe" and "toy" from my vocabulary for a month after this. I still enjoyed it tho. Everything has a cost.

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