#being lower to the ground gives me a headache

[cosmoszyn]

read part 1 here. part 2 of the prince!zayne drabble series.

prince!zayne absolutely abhors swordsmanship training. practicing with the cavalry captain, xavier, was one thing—but training with his younger half-brother, prince!caleb was worse.  if he could find a way to escape it, despite orders from the higher-ups, he would do so, without hesitation.

zayne never found the reason for the training when his evol doesn’t require him to pick up a weapon, but being the next heir to the throne (and having petty bets against his younger brother, who is relatively more skilled than him), it entails him to carry a sword.

and so, he tries.

keyword: tries.

with bated breath, caleb awaits his older half-brother to strike his weapon at his chest, a lopsided grin gracing his features.

"come on, brother!" caleb taunts, "you have yet to graze me with your sword!"

"oh, silence, you madly infuriate me," zayne replies with a roll of his eyes, panting in between with sweat trickling down his back.

his younger brother only replies with a snicker and a step forward, urging zayne to hastily withdraw. clutching his sword in defense, zayne grits his teeth, mind traveling a hundred miles per hour, thinking of ways to pounce at his younger brother.

however, he sees something move in his peripheral vision. his eyes dart to the direction of the motion, and his defensive stance lowers.

across from the large oak tree that him and his brother were situated underneath its shade is the large stone building of the academy with floor-to-ceiling windows and vines creeping on the walls. at the topmost floor is a huge circular window, with the rows of bookshelves of the library in view.

and zayne sees you.

a book in one hand, your thumb in the other being nipped away, and a frown etching in your face. you pace back and forth in the library, the old floorboards squeaking against your steps, and the sunlight through the windows melting in your skin.

from a distance, zayne stares at you with wide eyes, trying to recall if you were the woman who constantly berates him in classes. he couldn't remember what exactly enamored him about you, which is rare, especially with his sharp memory. but for some reason, he couldn't point it out, he feels oddly drawn to you and your presence.

he further finds himself completely diverted to the thought of you that he forgets the predator preying on him.

with a sly grin, caleb leaps forward at his brother with his entire body, disarming their swords altogether with a loud clatter, effectively tackling zayne into the grassy field.

"caleb!" zayne nearly shouts in a nag, feeling caleb's whole weight crush him. but the younger prince doesn't care, as he is laughing with no regard for the academics in the building who could hear his guffaw.

"i never thought in a million years i would catch the prince zayne floored! literally!" caleb cackles, his fist hitting the ground beside his brother's head in amusement.

"ugh. you and your stupid puns," zayne complains, fruitlessly pushing all of his brother's mass away from him, "i demand you to get off me!"

"no way! did you see the look on your face?!" caleb beams, with spit spraying in zayne's face, to which he grimaces over, "you completely forgot the first thing father has taught us when faced with an enemy!" caleb continues, urging zayne to pull his head away from his boisterous brother.

"you insolent fool, you always give me terrible headaches," he grumbles under his breath. but before caleb could reply, the sliding of a window from the building catches their attention, followed by laughter.

"what absolute joy this sight brings me!"

zayne feels the rush of heat creep up to his cheeks as he sees you, a hand cupped around your mouth with a grin.

"prince zayne being tackled to the ground by his younger brother!" you yell from the building, your hands clutching to your sides as you laugh hysterically, "you're not just horrible at alchemy, but also at swordsmanship!"

zayne averts his gaze from you and turns to his brother with a glare and teeth grinding together, "remove yourself from me, this instant," is all he says before caleb pulls himself up with a snicker. his younger brother extends an arm to him apologetically, to which zayne scowls at but still accepts the gesture.

"well, at least you got her attention. right, brother?" caleb says.

"i do not want her attention," zayne quickly replies.

caleb waves his hand at him dismissively with a smirk gracing his face, "right, and the sky is green."

needless to say, the interaction proved caleb's theory right and... there was a "keep silent" sign put up in the library the day after.

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[runforthestars]

Moon Smoke

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x male!childhood bestfriend reader

Summary: Something, something, animagus

A/N: Can’t tell if I cooked or just microwaved with this one chat

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A chilly gust of wind swirled by, howling it’s song across the moon soaked lands while taking no notice of the two figures trekking against it across the small field below. Looming clouds housing rain and lighting clung to it’s tail, slowly blotting out the light of the half-moon and bringing with them a ground shaking thunder as the sky grumbled its grievances with the world.

“Are you sure we have to do this tonight?” Draco’s voice piped up from behind you, bordering on a pitch higher than normal as he quickly dove into his complaints before you had a chance to respond. “I couldn’t sleep properly last night because of Lorenzo’s snoring and when I finally did I woke up with a headache.”

“I think Berkshire must’ve broken the sound barrier, or at least one of my ear drums. And you know what? That Pomfrey lady said nothing was wrong with me, as if she knows my body better than I do! Honestly, it was completely unprofessional and furthermore—”

When Draco stopped for a split second to take a breath in, you snatched up the opportunity, forcing your way into the one sided conversation.

“Draco. I’m going to have to stop you right there. While I’d rather re-take Snape’s NEWTs class than have to walk back drenched and possibly with the humiliation of being able to shift into something stupid—we’ve already finished all of the requirements, and tonight’s the first storm we’ve had in over a month.” You finished the short rant just in time to pause at the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, turning back give Draco a questioning raised brow.

He’d halted only a few paces behind where you stood, far too close to the tree-line for his liking. The blonde boy’s eyes darted across the intimidating shadow cast by the looming forest, hugging himself in a defensive looking manner while covering his fear with a deep frown.

“I just don’t see why we had to store the potions in the Forbidden Forest, is all,” he spoke in a low voice that gave away his wariness.

Normally, you might’ve teased him for being scared of the woods. But as it was, the spell that Dumbledore had cast to cause ominous groaning voices and shuffling invisible footsteps to come from just beyond the darkness where the eye couldn’t see, was enough to make you a little on edge as well.

Nibbling on your lower lip as your mind raced, your gaze searched the forest ahead silently as if it’d provide an answer. Finally, you stuck out your hand behind you, an offer that Draco took after a moment and a hand slipped into yours.

Glancing back at the soft shuffle of leaves beneath his feet as he joined you, you gave him an appreciative look, though he seemed too busy looking anywhere else to meet you gaze.

Together, the pair of you journeyed onward, seeming to simply disappear into the forest in an instance.

Braving the ominous place was made a little easier for Draco by your mere presence. He cast a glance your way, observing the stern determination and the way you’d occasionally flinch at a noise, only to realize there was nothing there and immediately break into a nervous grin at your own theatrics.

That last one in particular made it difficult for him to remain so miserable, yet he insisted. It was in his nature, after all. There was always something to complain about if you looked for it.

You, however, had always been a constant in his life, the one thing he’d come to rely on always being nearby. Ever since you’d stumbled into each other at one of the Malfoy’s elegant parties when you were much younger, both looking for a place to hide until the boring gathering had come to an end, you’d stuck to each other like magnets, each a comfort for the other in a world that lacked much—if any— comfort.

This particular adventure had been started as so many did with the two of you. You’d seemingly materialized at the end of his bed one Saturday morning like some escaped sleep paralysis demon, dropping onto the mattress to wake him up and beginning to dive into the most appealing aspects of being an Animagus.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If you don’t like your Animagus then we’ll never speak of it again. But if you do then we’ll have a cool advantage over everyone else in our year,” had been your attempt at convincing him.

He’d had to admit, the endless possibility of unique powers and the way you’d downplayed getting some undesirable animal form had been rather appealing. And so it’d began, Draco once again ending up as the plus one to every shenanigan that called to you without exactly being sure of how he’d found himself in the situation to begin with.

Your friends had quickly caught on to the silence from both of you and assumed there was some wager they were unaware of. Mattheo and Blaise in particular had made a game out of the whole thing, trying to outdo the other and get one of you to speak first.

It’d only earned them a handful of particularly nasty glares from Draco when they’d openly complained and insulted the Malfoy name as if he weren’t right in front of them, and multiple pranks deemed as payback from you, defending your friend’s honor. Of course, you would’ve taken any opportunity to mess with them, especially when it was handed to you on a silver platter—but your friends didn’t need to know that.

After waking up with sand in his sheets and hair for the eighth time in a row, Mattheo had stubbornly began stealing a place in Lorenzo or Theo’s beds, before finally giving up the silent competition when the sand seemingly followed him and earned endless complaints from both friends that’d been “victimized by association”, as Lorenzo had put it.

That’d left Blaise the undisputed winner, and his constant quiet smugness got on Matt’s nerves to no end, leaving the two of them to pester each other and leave you and Draco in peace.

“All this trouble better be worth it,” Draco spoke up, as if having read your thoughts.

You hid away a small look of amusement while crouching beside the wide base of one of the many ancient oaks that inhabited the forest. “Well there’s only one way to find out.”

It was then that you revealed the twin potions from the hollow that’d formed naturally under one of the surfaced roots.

Offering Draco his, and murmuring the incantation over your heart a final time, you pulled the lid off the small vial, shooting the boy an excited grin.

“Cheers,” you proclaimed while clinking the vial in your hand against the one Draco held as if they were casual beverages, earning an eye-roll from the other boy even as he followed you to down the potion.

Darkness enveloped your senses, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. A rolling growl that evolved into a vicious yowl filled your ears, a flash of some wildcat darting across your vision before sudden pain overtook your limbs.

You felt the solid earth beneath you, realizing belatedly that you must’ve collapsed before another wave of pain shot pricking numbness throughout your entire body and you were once again incapable of thought.

It was over as soon as it began, and your eyes flickered opened with a start.

While you’d struggled to make out much of your surroundings before, they were now bright and alive. Your eyes picked up on details you’d normally be hard pressed to see even in daylight, breathing in deeply and almost choking in surprise when the many distinct fragrances overwhelmed your senses.

A strained noise left your lungs, surprisingly like the one you’d heard just before collapsing, as you pushed to your feet, noticing you had two more of those than before.

You stood significantly shorter, frozen in place while ears on the top of your head swiveled this way and that, listening to each new sound. You were still trying to take in the sensation overload when a strange noise came from beside you.

Flinching back into a crouch, you were startled to find a white bunch of limbs on the forest floor. Reaching out a hand—no, was that a paw?—for the ivory dragon, you prodded its side before darting back.

Draco, as you now realized, made another odd noise, refusing to get off his back as he was clearly insistent on acting like the bout of brief but sharp pain had been the doing in of him.

Now that it’d occurred to you, you couldn’t help but scoff—a sound that came out as a cat-like chuff—and shove a heavy paw against his side again.

“Get up you drama queen,” you attempted to speak, only to look around wildly for the source of the pitchy yowl.

That, at least, was enough to draw Draco to his feet, making hissing and grumbling noises all the while that you could only assume was him muttering curses. Now you saw that he’d taken the form of a dragon, nearly the height of a medium sized dog.

Ice grey eyes met yours, quickly widening in surprise as the gravity of the situation caught up with him and you offered a sharp fanged grin.

While you weren’t entirely sure what exact species you were, you knew enough to know you were a large wild cat of some kind.

Maybe a lynx, or a caracal, something that stood taller than Draco, at least.

Seemingly abundant energy coursed through you now, causing you to slyly drop into a crouch, hindquarters wiggling on their own accord as Draco’s only warning before he was bowled over and sent rolling.

He struggled and snapped his jaws shut angrily, pulling his way out of your hold and standing tall, head turning to peer over his new body with growing interest.

His bat like wings opened fully then snapped shut, and when he turned to look back at where you were waiting, he couldn’t help holding his head a little higher.

A majestic dragon, the same creature his name was derived from.

Draco pranced in a half-circle around you, striking a proud pose that drew a strange trilling noise from you. He was offended to realize that it was laughter, snorting an angry puff of smoke before diving at you, intent on revenge.

The night carried out in a thrilling adventure, both of you forgetting any wariness or dislike for the rain that pelleted down on your backs as you raced through the underbrush—or in Draco’s case, glided above it to avoid mud staining his pristine new scales.

By the time the pair of you caught up with reality, the sun was peaking through the trees, cutting through the smallest gaps in leaves to slowly light the forest.

The rest of the group were in for a surprise. After you and Draco having been missing all night, you now appeared in the Great Hall, a handful of minutes late for breakfast and leaning heavily on each other for support in a fit of laughter and something one of you had said, still drunk of the adrenaline racing through your veins.

You stood out in particular. Tie partially undone and hanging lower, sleeves rolled up messily while tracking in mud from your shoes.

Draco was more put together, having managed to retain an air of elegance even with a shirt still damp from the rain and his tie and outer robes missing, in just the basic button up, slacks, and belt.

Lorenzo was drawn from his attempts to steal Theodore’s book when the two of you dropped into your seats, laughter dying down in the wake of an apparently shared ravenous hunger.

“Hey, no fair— We promised if we ever did any hard drugs we’d do them together,” he declared, clearly hurt at having missed out on the fun.

“Hard drugs? More like surviving an episode of Lost. What’d you do, try camping?” Mattheo snarked, head propped heavily on his hand and lazily tossing a small bit of a biscuit at your face to get your attention.

You grumbled, hurrying down the mouthful of food. “We didn’t do any drugs, or go camping.” How blissfully vague. As you spoke, you noticed an untouched tart on Theodore’s plate. Green apple— one of Draco’s favorites.

Trying your best to be stealthy, you plucked the tart away and slipped it onto Draco’s plate, shrinking under the unamused glare Theo shot your way and quickly looking away with a quiet whistle as if to prove you weren’t doing anything suspicious.

“So… what you’re saying is that you did nothing? Just a normal night? No ventures outside the common room?” Lorenzo questioned, his unyielding curiosity refusing to let the subject go.

“What we’re saying, is that you should mind your own damn business, Berkshire,” Draco declared with a smug tone. He wasn’t denying anything, on the contrary, he seemed to be preening the fact that the two of you had some shared secret. You were always his—of course—but he couldn’t help feeling proud, he had a claim that no one else in the school had over you. Had Lorenzo went through all the trouble to become an Animagus with you? He didn’t think so.

Enzo’s eyes narrowed in good natured suspicion, gaze shifting between the two of you slowly. He caught on to Draco’s motive and suddenly felt just a bit left out, you were his friend too.

“Huh… I heard the Astronomy test coming up is a big part of are grade. I was thinking, you, me, the library and some sweets to make studying bearable,” he offered with a playful grin and wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh uh, we’ll have to postpone it, I already have…” You paused, eyes flickering to Draco for a split second, “plans, tonight.”

Lorenzo, who’d already been preparing to gloat, shrugged instead. He’d of been willing to accept defeat up if Draco hadn’t of grinned, giving the other boy a look as if to say “Hah, I win.”

His features twisted in offense, taken aback. Scanning his surroundings, he found a target he deemed worthy and suddenly wrapped an arm around Mattheo’s shoulder to drag him closer. The shorter boy protested with a plethora of muffled swears, nearly choking on his food in the process. He was quick to elbow Lorenzo repeatedly in the side, shoving him away and only making Berkshire pull him closer.

“That’s all good, Matty and I were going to study together anyway. Isn’t that right Mat—” He words were cut off by a shout when Mattheo, resorting to more desperate measures, bit down on his arm and shook his head like some sort of feral dog.

Lorenzo had instinctively shot back, losing his balance and taking the younger Riddle down to the floor with him, an elbow knocking Theo’s book right out of his hands in the process.

“Well, the pride before the fall, as they say,” Blaise stated, smiling with unabashed humor and Theodore was all to eager to grumble his agreement.

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The rising moon once again found the pair of you out of the castle under the embrace of it’s cold light, both with barley contained excitement while slipping into your newly acquired forms and disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

This time, however, you had a few shadows following in your wake.

“Why are we doing this again?” Lorenzo asked a little too loudly for Mattheo’s liking through a wide yawn, eyes shooting open when a hand clamped over his mouth.

“Shh! Are you trying to give us away?” Mattheo hissed softly.

“It’s a shame you didn’t bring a megaphone, then you could properly announce us to the whole castle and forest,” Theo grumbled as he caught up with them, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I’ll second Lorenzo’s question. How do you know they even went in there?” Blaise was clearly fed up with them already, arms crossed as if trying to recreate the warmth of his bed that he was severely missing right now as he made a gesture towards the Forbidden Forest ahead, punctuating his inquiry.

Mattheo shot him a glare, grumbling indignantly. “Glad to see all this faith in my leadership tonight.”

“I wasn’t aware you were the leader here,” Theo piped up for no real reason other than spite, sourly recalling the jam still staining the cover of his book from that morning.

Only deigning to answer their questions while on the move, Mattheo started into the forest, the rest of the group reluctantly trailing behind.

“1. I want to know what they’re up to, and 2. I don’t know, I’m just guessing. Besides, if we come across anything dangerous, we can just shove Lorenzo at it and run,” he offered, drawing murmurs of agreement from Theo and Blaise, and sharp flick in the head from Lorenzo.

They were all silenced by the menacing shaking of a tree branch above them as something landed on it.

Lorenzo turned on his heel so quickly that Theo barley had time to catch him by the collar of his shirt and pull him right back to the group before he could abandon ship. “Absolutely not— if I’m stuck here then so are you.”

Enzo struggled against the hold, yet he clearly wasn’t too determined to escape, giving up soon after to let himself be pulled along with them. “But— you heard that too right? There’s monsters in here!”

“Exactly, which is why we need you for the sacrifice when they come for us.” When, not if.

Lorenzo paled, scowling when Theodore finally cracked and let out a quiet laugh. “Veryy funny. It’s a shame you left your career in stand up comedy before you could learn any good jokes.”

Even as he spoke, he began to inch a little closer to the other boy with every step.

A sudden crack of a tree branch and ghoulish yowl sent Lorenzo shooting forward to cling onto Theodore, though it was hard to tell if he was using him for comfort or as a human shield.

“What was that?!”

“How should I know? Whatever it was probably got startled out of it’s sleep by you stomping around and shouting at every little noise. I almost feel bad for it,” Theo declared while trying to peel the other boy off of himself, unsuccessfully at that.

The rapid shaking of the leaves and a higher pitched, drawn out cry of an animal from above made the 4 of them freeze.

“Well, you know, maybe Enzo had the right idea. It is getting kind of late and we have classes tomorrow!” Theodore spoke in one hurried breath, turning back the way they’d come and taking the boy still grasping onto his side with him, like some unwilling commensalism.

This time he was the one getting dragged back, by a very determined Mattheo. “Come on, don’t be a wuss. It’s just some noises!”

Theo’s lips parted to object, only to yelp when the oddest pair of animals he’d ever seen dropped to the forest floor in front of them.

A fake lunge from the wild cat was all it took for Theo and Lorenzo to break apart and bolt for the castle, Blaise not far behind after a moment’s hesitation.

Mattheo squared his shoulders, hands resting on his hips to watch them run like a disappointed parent.

He’d been quick to recognize the mischievous glint reflected in the cat’s eyes and the smug demeanor about the dragon, turning to face the pair now.

His glare flickered between the two of you as he let the silence drag out, the corner of his lips twitching slightly before he finally allowed an excited grin to surface.

“So, you two got any spare Mandrake leaves laying around?”

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[random-hippocat]

there are practical uses for big pickups. I grew up in a tiny farm town where mostly everyone has a big truck. my family are farm people. my dad is in construction and has to haul around trailers and equipment constantly, as well as drive off road to get to the work site, often through mud and potholes.

I do, however, agree that in an urban area there is no purpose for them. unless you actually do regularly haul around trailers and equipment and such.

cities aren't built for big trucks, so they're impractical if you live there. my dad doesn't even like driving in cities because the roads, parking lots, drive thrus are all smaller.

Saw this Trucks Discourse on facebook and I'm not part of that world but yeah that one on the left is delightful and I really had no idea just how wasteful and pointless the other kind is until this comparison

[simjaexy]

𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨 | 𝙋.𝙎.

pairing ⇀ brothers best friend! park sunghoon x sister! reader

synposis ⇀ you knew sunghoon ever since you were little with him being your big brothers best friend. what jay didn’t know though, was that you always had a secret crush on sunghoon. despite your feelings, you believe sunghoon doesn’t like you back and sees you as nothing more than his friends annoying little sister. right?

genre ⇀ smut, angst

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!!!, the sexual scene doesn’t come for a while, lower case intended, cursing, arguments, crying, partying, drinking, insecurities, sunghoon is toxic, reader thinks about sunghoon a lot, mean dom! sunghoon x sub! reader, eating out, overstimulation (f), blowjob, semi public sex, jealousy, possessiveness, dirty talk, manhandling, minor choking, lying, fingering, name calling (slut and etc.), no protection (wrap up ur hotdog), not cumming inside, lmk if i missed any!

w.c ⇀ 8.0k+

a/n ⇀ was trying to do a drabble but instead made it into a somewhat whole fic cause i got carried away but oh well. this took me a while too make cause i wanted to make it good but i think it ended well ifykyk ;). also, if you would like to be added to my permanent taglist please click here and leave a comment! reblog, comment, like, etc.! not proofread!

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you remember the first time you met sunghoon at a neighborhood park. you were five while sunghoon was six. the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the playground. jay, your big brother, had excitedly dragged you along to meet his new buddy.

you were curious but also a bit nervous. as you and jay approached the swings, you saw a boy standing there with an air of cool detachment. his hands were shoved deep into his pockets, and his eyes seemed to be lost in thought.

"hey, sunghoon! this is my little sister, y/n," jay introduced her with a wide grin, his enthusiasm infectious.

sunghoon barely glanced at you, muttering a quick "hi" before turning his attention back to the ground. his voice was soft but carried a certain indifference that made you feel small.

you felt a pang of disappointment but brushed it off, determined to get to know him better. after all, jay had spoken highly of him, and you trusted your big brothers judgment.

as the years went by, you found yourself attending the same school, even participating in the same extracurricular activities. your crush on Sunghoon grew stronger with each passing year.

you noticed the little things about him—the way his eyes softened when he was lost in thought, the rare smiles he reserved for jay and his other friends, and the quiet kindness he showed when he thought no one was looking. he was always polite to you, but there was a distance, a wall that you couldn't seem to breach.

high school brought more opportunities for interaction, but also more complications. sunghoon became more popular, his cool demeanor attracting a lot of attention. you, on the other hand, remained in the background, content with your small circle of friends and your studies. despite your different social circles, their paths crossed often, thanks to jay.

now that it’s been years of knowing sunghoon, you know how he acts, how he talks, how he reacts, everything about him that other girls wish they knew. but one thing that you’ll never know is his type. you seem to be nothing but jays little sister to him, right?

it was a typical friday evening, and your house was buzzing with the usual energy that came with having your brother, jay, and his other best friend, sim jaeyun, over. they were playing video games in your living room while you silently read a book in the kitchen.

you heard jake screeching about something while jay was shouting nonsense. you weren’t gonna lie and say it didn’t give you fat headache. as you continued reading you suddenly heard a knock at the door. annoyed, you went to go answer it.

you walked past jay and jake and headed towards the door boredly.

as you opened the door, you were met with the sight of park sunghoon, jay's friend, aka your crush. he stood there, looking as cold and distant as ever, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket.

"hey," you greeted him, trying to keep your voice steady despite the way your heart was pounding.

sunghoon barely acknowledged you with a nod before stepping inside without a word.

he didn't even spare you a glance as he made his way to the living room where jay and jake were deeply engrossed in their video game. you closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment.

you followed him into the living room, where the boys were too focused on their game to notice your presence. sunghoon joined them, his expression remaining stoic as he watched the screen. you took a seat on the couch, pretending to be absorbed in the book you had picked up earlier. but your eyes kept drifting back to sunghoon, watching his every move.

you decided to try to catch a conversation, “hey, sunghoon, do you want something to drink?" you offered, hoping to engage him in some small talk.

he barely looked up from where he was watching jay and jake, "no, thanks," he replied curtly, his attention still focused on your brother.

you sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of disappointment. it was always like this. no matter what you did, sunghoon never seemed to notice you. it was as if you were invisible to him, just another part of the background.

the boys continued their game, their laughter and banter filling the room. sunghoon remained quiet, only occasionally offering a terse comment or a slight sigh. you wished you could be a part of their world, to share in their camaraderie, but you felt like an outsider looking in.

despite your best efforts to focus on your book, you couldn't help but steal glances at sunghoon. Every now and then, his eyes would flicker in your direction, and you would quickly look away, hoping he hadn't noticed. but deep down, you hoped he had.

jake groaned when he finally lost to jay, letting out a frustrated growl, “my finger pressed the wrong button!”

jay cackled and clapped his hands together. sunghoon just stared at them. you noticed how much jay and jake talk compare to sunghoon. but to them, he was like a missing puzzle piece to their friendship.

jay got up from the couch and stretched, “i’m gonna make something to eat. anyone want pizza rolls?” he questioned. jake raised his hand like a kid while sunghoon shook his head. you stared up at jay and nodded.

he went to the kitchen while jake wrapped an arm around sunghoon shoulder, “did you talk to that girl yet?”

you heart dropped hearing that. what was jake talking about? you peeked from your book and watched sunghoons expression. it still remained serious, but you could see a bit of an annoyance.

“i already told you, i blocked her number.” he stated. jake gasped and unwrapped his arm around sunghoon, shoving him.

“what? dude she was your only chance to getting some!” jake said. he threw his hands on his head as if sunghoon broke a promise that was supposed to be kept forever. sunghoon shrugged his shoulders,

“i don’t want a girl that gets passed around.” he firmly said. jake stopped complaining and put a finger under his chin. you on the other hand, was wondering what girl it could be.

jay eventually came back with a plate full of pizza rolls and set them in the table. jake hurriedly grabbed one and took a bite only to whine how hot it was. you giggled and took a bite yourself.

“ready to do another round?” jay spoke. jake nodded and grabbed the controller, loading it to jay. they both sat down again and started a new round.

you noticed sunghoon was staring off in a distance, “everything okay?” you asked. sunghoon flicked his gaze towards you before simply nodding and standing up.

“i’m gonna head to the restroom.” he spoke towards jay. jay nodded his head. sunghoon walked towards the hall that led to the bathroom, shutting the door with a click. you let a little sigh before grabbing your book again and reading. it was worth a shot.

eventually, the boys finished their game, and jay and jake started packing up their things. sunghoon stood up, his expression still unreadable.

he glanced at you briefly, and for a moment, you thought you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. but before you could decipher it, he turned away and headed for the door.

"see you around," he said, his voice cold and detached.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. as he walked out the door, you felt a pang of longing. jay stood next to you eating a pizza roll, “why are you staring at sunghoon like that?”

you snapped out of your daze and glared at him, “i wasn’t staring at him!” you snapped. you turned your heel heading back to your room.

jay watched you go to your room, “were too!” the only thing he heard from you was a loud groan with the door slamming shut.

the morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over your room. you groaned softly, reaching out to silence the alarm clock blaring on your nightstand. it was another school day, and you knew you had to get up. with a sigh, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and stretched.

"hey, sleepyhead! get up, or we're gonna be late!" jay called from the hallway.

jay was always the early riser, and he made sure you were up and ready on time. you quickly got dressed and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth and fix your hair. jay was already in the kitchen, making breakfast.

"morning," you greeted him, grabbing a piece of toast.

"morning," he replied with a grin, "ready for another day at school?"

you rolled your eyes playfully, “as ready as I'll ever be."

jay chuckled and ruffled your hair. "come on, let's get going."

the two of you drove to school together, chatting about random stuff. as you guys got out of the car, you approached the school. you noticed the usual crowd of girls gathered around sunghoon and jake, who walked through the hallway with their signature known demeanor.

as you reached your locker, jay went off to join his friends, leaving you alone. you stood at your locker, watching the scene unfold from a distance. it was hard not to notice sunghoon, especially when jay and jake were so openly flirtatious with the girls.

jay's charming smile and jake's playful banter had the girls swooning, but sunghoon remained detached, barely acknowledging their presence. as jay and jake still talked with the girls, sunghoon began to walk away from the crowd.

you decided to follow him, curiosity getting the better of you. you kept a safe distance, not wanting to draw attention to yourself. sunghoon's long strides took him to a quieter part of the school, away from the hustle and bustle of the main hallways.

just as you thought you were being discreet, sunghoon suddenly stopped and turned around. your heart skipped a beat as his piercing gaze locked onto yours. before you could react, he closed the distance between you, trapping you against the wall with his arms on either side of your head.

"why are you following me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but you couldn't find the words to answer. sunghoon's proximity was overwhelming, and his intense gaze made it hard to think straight. he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

"do you enjoy watching me?" he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips.

you swallowed hard, trying to maintain your composure. "i-i was just... curious," you stammered.

sunghoon chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "curious, huh? be careful, curiosity can be dangerous."

with that, he pushed away from the wall and walked off, leaving you flustered and breathless. You watched him go, your heart still racing from the encounter. what the fuck just happened?

after that encounter you went straight to your classroom, not even bothering to say hi to your friends. you sat at your desk and let out a deep sigh.

did sunghoon meant to do that? you felt your heart beating out of your ears. maybe you were just hallucinating it. the bell finally rang when students started coming in. you on the other hand, decided to just lay your head down for the whole lecture.

lunch came by pretty fast and before you knew it you were on your way to your friend group table. you took a seat while your friends were gossiping about someone.

"did you see sunghoon talking to that girl in the hall earlier?" one of them asked, eyes wide with curiosity.

your friends exchanged glances, sensing your discomfort but pressing on, "they seemed pretty close, like they were having a deep conversation or something. do you know anything about it?"

shakes of heads were viewed until they all looked at you.

you shook your head, forcing a smile, "no, i don't know anything about it."

you felt curious on who the girl could’ve been. knowing sunghoon since forever you knew he’s not the type to start a conversation with a girl first. was it the girl jake was talking about?

you huffed and took a bite out of your food. whatever it was, it wasn’t your problem. but you still had that pang of discomfort in your chest.

the final bell of the day echoed through the halls, signaling the end of another school day. you gathered your books and headed towards the exit, where your friends were already waiting. as you approached, jay pulled up in his car, offering you a ride home as usual.

"hey, you need a ride home?" jay called out. you hesitated for a moment before shaking your head.

“no thanks. i think i'll walk with my friends today." you chimed.

jay raised an eyebrow but didn't press further, "alright, see you later then."

as you walked with your friends, the conversation flowed easily, but your mind kept drifting back to Sunghoon. You hadn't seen him much today, and the lingering thoughts from the previous conversation gossip still gnawed at you. your friends noticed your distraction but didn't comment, knowing you well enough to give you space.

when you finally reached your house, you waved goodbye to your friends and walked up the driveway. the sound of laughter from the backyard caught your attention. curiosity piqued, you made your way around the side of the house.

there, by the pool, were jay, jake, and sunghoon, all three in bathing suits, clearly ready for a swim.

jake noticed you first and waved, "hey, you made it! we decided to take a dip. wanna join?"

your eyes flickered to sunghoon, who was lounging on a chair, looking effortlessly cool and completely at ease. it’s almost as if this morning wasn’t even real. the sight of him in his swim trunks made your heart race, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"uh, i left my swimsuit at my friends house," you stammered, trying to keep your composure.

sunghoon glanced up, his expression unreadable, "you can always borrow one," he said nonchalantly, as if your presence didn't faze him at all.

you felt a mix of shyness and frustration. it was clear that Sunghoon didn't share the same nervousness you felt around him, "maybe next time," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

your brother, ever the peacemaker, jumped in, "no worries. we can just hang out. come sit with us."

reluctantly, you walked over and took a seat on the edge of a lounge chair, trying to act casual. the conversation flowed around you, but your focus kept drifting back to sunghoon.

every time he laughed or spoke, you felt a pang of longing, wishing he would notice you the way you noticed him.

the water sparkled invitingly, and the sound of laughter filled the air as sunghoon, jay, and jake splashed around. you noticed sunghoon moved through the water with such grace, each stroke powerful and smooth.

jay and jake were goofing off, trying to dunk each other, but sunghoon was focused, swimming laps effortlessly. the way his muscles flexed and glistened under the sun made your heart race. you tried to look away, but it was no use. your gaze kept returning to him.

after what felt like an eternity, sunghoon finally climbed out of the pool, water cascading down his toned body. he ran a hand through his wet hair, sending droplets flying. you felt your cheeks heat up and quickly looked down, hoping he didn't notice your flustered state.

but when you dared to glance up, you caught his eye and he gave you a small, knowing smirk. your blush deepened, and you couldn't help but look down, your heart pounding in your chest.

as the afternoon wore on, you found yourself relaxing a bit, the initial awkwardness fading. jay and jake’s easy banter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in. despite sunghoon's apparent indifference, you cherished these moments.

when the sun began to set, jay suggested ordering pizza, and the four of you moved inside. the atmosphere was warm and inviting, and for a while, you forgot about your worries, simply enjoying the company of jay and his friends.

jay was on the phone, ordering pizza for everyone. the anticipation of the delicious food was palpable, but your mind was elsewhere. sitting so close to sunghoon made your heart race, and you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

jake, noticing your unease, leaned in with a friendly smile, "hey, are you okay? you seem a bit tense," he asked, his voice gentle.

you glanced at him, trying to calm your racing heart, "yeah, i'm fine. just a bit... hungry," you lied, hoping he wouldn't see through it.

sunghoon, who had been quiet, shifted slightly closer to you. his presence was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

he glanced at jake, his eyes narrowing slightly, "she’s fine, jake. Just a little tired, right?" sunghoon's voice was smooth but there was an edge to it.

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing the tension, "sure, man. but you know, talking can help distract from hunger and tiredness," he said, turning his attention back to you, "so, what have you been up to lately? feels like i don’t really see you often." he joked.

you appreciated Jake's attempt to make you feel comfortable, but sunghoon's proximity was making it hard to focus, "oh, just the usual stuff. school, work, you know how it is," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

sunghoon's arm brushed against yours, sending a shiver down your spine. he leaned in slightly, his voice low. "you know, you don't have to answer him if you don't want to. we're just waiting for the pizza, after all."

your heart skipped a beat at his words. there was something possessive in his tone that both thrilled and confused you. you glanced at him, trying to read his expression, but his face was a mask of calm.

jake, ever the peacemaker, tried to lighten the mood, "well, i think it's great that we're all hanging out together. it's been a while since we had a chill night like this," he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

jay finally hung up the phone and rejoined the group. "pizza's on its way! should be here in about thirty minutes," he announced, plopping down on the other side of jake.

the conversation flowed more easily with jay back, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's eyes on you. every time you laughed at one of jake's jokes or responded to his questions, you felt sunghoon's gaze intensify.

finally, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of the pizza. jay and jake jumped up to get it, leaving you alone with sunghoon for a moment.

he took the opportunity to lean in closer, his breath warm against your ear, "you know, i wouldn’t talk to jake so much, he always does that when he wants to get into girls underwear’s." he murmured, his voice low and possessive.

your breath caught in your throat, and you turned to face him, your eyes wide, "sunghoon, we're not... i mean, we're just friends," you stammered, unsure of what to say.

he smirked, his eyes darkening, "maybe, but that doesn't mean he won’t do anything to you. just remember that," he said, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment before he pulled away.

jay and jake returned with the pizza, breaking the tension. as you all dug in, the atmosphere lightened, but you couldn't shake the feeling of sunghoon's emotions. it was confusing and thrilling all at once.

jake was already scrolling through the movie options, "How about this one?" he suggested, landing on a popular action film.

“sounds good," everyone agreed. they settled in, grabbing slices of pizza and filling their cups. the room was filled with the sounds of chewing and occasional laughter as they watched the movie.

as the movie progressed, you felt a gentle touch on your hand. you glanced to your side and saw sunghoon's hand lightly brushing against yours. your heart skipped a beat, and you quickly looked away, trying to focus on the movie. but the warmth of his touch lingered, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

when the movie finally finished and every slice was gone, jake and sunghoon decided it was time to head home. jake and sunghoon were getting ready to leave.

jay was in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of their pizza night, while you stood by the door, ready to bid them farewell. jake was the first to step forward. his smile was warm and genuine as he reached out for a hug.

"thanks for having us over. It was a great night," he said, wrapping his arms around you in a friendly embrace. you hugged him back, feeling the comfort of his presence.

as you pulled away, you noticed sunghoon standing a few steps behind jake, his expression unreadable. his eyes were fixed on the floor, and he made no move to step forward. there was an air of detachment about him that seemed out of place.

“goodnight, sunghoon," you said, hoping to catch his eye. but he didn't look up. he simply nodded once, almost imperceptibly, and turned to walk out the door without another word. the door closed behind him, leaving you standing there, confused and a little hurt.

jake noticed your puzzled expression and gave you a small, reassuring smile, "don't worry about him. he's probably just tired," he said softly, patting your shoulder before following sunghoon out the door.

you watched them walk down the driveway, jake's easygoing stride contrasting sharply with sunghoon's tense posture.

the night air was cool, and you shivered slightly, not entirely from the cold. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. sunghoon's silence and his refusal to say goodbye gnawed at you, leaving a lingering sense of unease.

jay came up behind you, drying his hands on a dish towel, "everything okay?" he asked, noticing your troubled expression.

“i’m not sure," you replied, still staring at the spot where sunghoon had been standing, "sunghoon didn't say goodbye. he seemed... different."

jay frowned, looking thoughtful, “maybe he's just got something on his mind. you know how he can be sometimes."

“yeah, maybe," you said, though you weren't entirely convinced. theimage of Sunghoon's emotionless face stayed with you as you closed the door and locked it for the night.

as you headed to bed, you couldn't help but wonder why sunghoon decided to act like he cared about you and then act like he didn’t care anymore. you hummed and slowly closed your eyes before falling asleep.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. you stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of sleep leave your body. it was time to start your usual morning routine.

you got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. after a quick shower, you brushed your teeth and combed your hair, feeling more awake with each passing minute.

dressed and ready for the day, you made your way to the kitchen to grab a quick breakfast. as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal, you heard footsteps approaching. turning around, you saw jay entering the kitchen, looking as relaxed as ever.

“morning jay," you greeted him with a smile.

“morning," he replied, grabbing an apple from the counter, "hey, just so you know, i'm gonna be hanging out with jake today. he was complaining about how he needs new shoes.”

you nodded, taking a bite of your cereal, "cool, sounds fun. what about sunghoon? isn't he coming with you guys?"

jay shook his head, a puzzled look crossing his face. "no, he said he didn't want to go. weird, right? he always hangs out with us."

you frowned, feeling a twinge of confusion. sunghoon was usually the first to join in on any plans with the group. "that’s strange. did he say why?"

jay shrugged, taking a bite of his apple, "nope, he just seemed off on call. maybe he's got something else going on."

you couldn't shake the feeling that something was up with sunghoon. determined to get to the bottom of it, you decided to check in on him later. for now, you finished your breakfast and went about your day, the mystery of sunghoon's behavior lingering in the back of your mind.

after breakfast, you tidied up the kitchen and headed out for a morning jog. the crisp air and the rhythmic sound of your footsteps on the pavement helped clear your mind.

returning home, you took a quick shower and changed into comfortable clothes. you decided to text sunghoon, hoping to get some answers.

Y/n: Hey Sunghoon. Everything okay? Jay mentioned you weren't joining them today.

minutes passed without a response, and you grew more anxious. you tried to distract yourself by diving into a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to sunghoon. finally, your phone buzzed with a message. it was Sunghoon.

Sunghoon: I’m fine.

his reply was short, almost dismissive. you knew sunghoon well enough to sense that something was off. you couldn’t decide to think anything better than pay him a visit.

you grabbed your keys and headed to sunghoon's place. the walk wasn���t that far with him living in the same neighborhood. as you finally got to his house you felt a sudden nervousness.

as you approached his door, you hesitated for a moment before knocking. a couple seconds the door opened, sunghoon opened the door, his expression one of confusion and mild annoyance.

"what are you doing here?" he asked, his tone colder than you expected.

“i was worried about you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady. "you didn't hang out with jay and jake, and you seemed distant when you texted me. what's going on?"

sunghoon's eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms over his chest, “why do you care? it's none of your business."

you felt a pang of hurt at his words, “of course, it's my business! we're friends, and friends look out for each other. you've been acting strange lately, and i’m worried."

“well, maybe you should mind your own business," sunghoon snapped, his voice growing harsher. "i don't need you or anyone else telling me what to do."

your confusion turned to frustration, “why are you being like this? i'm just trying to help you!"

sunghoon's expression didn't soften, "i don't need your help. just leave me alone."

anger flared up inside you, and you couldn't hold back any longer, "fine! if you want to be a jerk, then be a jerk! but don't expect me to keep worrying about you if you're going to treat me like this."

sunghoon's eyes flickered with something you couldn't quite place, but he didn't say anything more. he simply turned and walked back into his house, leaving the door open just long enough for you to see that he truly didn't care.

feeling a mix of anger and sadness, you turned and walked away from sunghoon's house. when you finally arrived back home, you saw jay standing outside, waiting for you. he looked concerned as he approached.

"are you okay? where were you? you could at least text me where you’re going." jay asked, his voice gentle.

you didn't even look at him as you brushed past, "i'm fine," you muttered, not wanting to talk about what had just happened.

jay reached out to stop you, but you pulled away, needing some space to process everything. you went inside, leaving jay standing there, knowing he was worried but unable to face another confrontation.

the sun slowly settled down, and you were curled up on the couch, flipping through channels but not really paying attention to anything. your mind kept drifting back to the tense encounter with sunghoon earlier.

just then, jay burst into the living room, excitement radiating off him, "there's this party tonight. you should come with me. you could meet my girlfriend finally.

you looked up, not really feeling the party vibe. "i don't know, jay. i’m not really in the mood for a party tonight. maybe i can meet her after?

he gave you a knowing look, "come on, it'll be fun! plus, i heard sunghoon's going to be there. maybe we can ask him why he was acting weird."

you heart skipped a beat at the mention of sunghoon. despite the argument, you couldn't deny the feelings you had for him more than your anger.

maybe this party could be a chance to make things right, "sunghoon's going to be there?" you asked, trying to sound casual.

jay nodded, a smile playing on his lips, "yep. so, what do you say? are you in?"

you hesitated for a moment before nodding, "alright, i'll go. but I need to get ready."

jay grinned, "great! we've got a couple of hours, so take your time."

you rushed to your room, heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. you wanted to look your best, hoping to catch Sunghoon's eye and maybe even talk things out.

you rummaged through your closet, finally settling on your favorite outfit—a sleek dress that made you feel confident and beautiful.

you applied your makeup, you couldn't help but think about what you would say to Sunghoon. you wanted to apologize for the argument and explain how much you cared about him. with a final touch of lipstick, you looked in the mirror, feeling ready to face the night.

jay was waiting for you downstairs, and his eyes widened in surprise when he saw you, "wow, never seen you this ready.”

you smiled, feeling a bit more confident, “let's go."

the drive to the party was filled with jay's chatter about who would be there and what to expect. you appreciated the distraction, but your mind kept drifting back to sunghoon. when you arrived, the party was already in full swing, with music blasting and people mingling everywhere.

jay led you inside, and you scanned the room, searching for sunghoon. you spotted him near the back, talking to a group of friends. he was leaning against a wall with a drink in his hand, looking a bit tipsy but still maintaining his usual cool demeanor.

Your heart pounded as you made your way over, trying to muster the courage to approach him.

“sunghoon, can we talk?” you asked softly, stepping closer.

he looked up, his expression unreadable, “what is it?” he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

you bit your lip, “is it okay if we go to a more private space?” you asked. sunghoon looked over at his friends and said something to them. he then averted his stare to you.

he walked past you without saying a word. you followed him past the loud people and music before going upstairs to a bedroom. he went in first and then with you shutting the door. you faced him and decided to just do it.

“i’m really sorry about earlier,” you began, your voice trembling slightly, “i didn’t mean to upset you. i was just frustrated, and I took it out on you. It wasn’t fair.”

sunghoon sighed, rubbing his temples, “yeah, well, it wasn’t exactly a great conversation.”

you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “i know, and I feel terrible about it. I just want us to be okay.”

he stared at you for a moment, and then a small smile tugged at his lips, “you always talk too much when you’re nervous,” he said, stepping closer. before you could respond, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, silencing your apologies.

the kiss was gentle but firm, and you could taste the alcohol on his lips. it was a mix of emotions – his frustration, your regret, and a shared longing to make things right.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, “i’m not mad anymore,” he whispered, “but i do know what can help you to be forgiven.”

you nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders, “i’ll do anything to make you forgive me,” you said.

instead of saying something, he smashed his lips against yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck. you couldn’t believe you were finally kissing him.

you let out a tiny moan when he gripped your waist harder. he signaled you to jump making you do so. he lead you both to the bed while still having his lips latched onto yours. he set you softly on the bed and kissed your neck softly.

you gripped his locks softly and sighed feeling him go along your neck to your chest. you helped him take off your dress by unzipping on the back. when the dress finally fell slack you felt shyness course through your body.

you tried to cover yourself, but sunghoon gripped both of your wrists above your head. “sunghoon wait-“

he ignored you and rubbed his thigh against your core. you arched your back and let out a loud moan. a smirk tugged on his lips, “sensitive are we?” he teased.

you hid your face in your arm, feeling embarrassed. he traced his fingers alongside your bra before grabbing the strap and sliding it down along your shoulders. you gasped feeling his cold hands fondling your breast.

you whimpered when he flicked it and gripped it harshly, “sunghoon please.” you breathed out. sunghoon clicked his tongue.

“be patient slut.” he snapped. you but back your words and hummed. he lowered his head to your breast, and finally you felt his hot tongue on them. he sucked them hungrily like he’s been waiting to do this for a long time. loud moans and kissing noises were heard.

you squirmed and cried out when he let go of them with a ‘pop’. he took off his jacket and shirt revealing his toned body. you pouted when you couldn’t feel his abs since his hands were still holding you down.

he grinned when he saw you trying to release from his grip, “i told you to be patient didn’t i?” he rasped. you nodded your head, wanting to be good. he chuckled darkly.

you suddenly felt a hand on your core and that’s when sunghoon started rubbing alongside your folds. you let out a squeal when he dipped his hand in your underwear and rubbed your clit.

“sunghoon ahh~” you cried out. he prodded around your hole before slowly dipping a finger in. you felt a shooting pain and tried closing your legs.

“if you can’t take a finger, how can you take my dick?” he asked so casual. you felt your cheeks go red. you slowly tried relaxing, feeling the stretch burn.

slowly, you felt him go in and out causing you to let out a quiet moan. when sunghoon noticed you were feeling good, he added another finger in making you squirm.

soon enough, three fingers were already inside you moving back and forth. your loud moans sounding desperate. you felt your orgasm coming and tried signaling sunghoon. he didn’t stop when you felt your legs shake as your orgasm went right through you.

you let out a desperate breath when he let his fingers slip out. you watched him lick his fingers clean with your cum. you blinked twice and squeezed your legs together. he let go of your wrists and began to unbuckle his belt and slid his pants and boxers down.

you let out a gasp seeing how big he was. there was no way he could fit. he hissed when he touched his dick and let out long strokes. you gulped seeing his pre cum seep out. letting your mind take over you for up and crawled towards him.

he eyes you confused before he felt your smaller hand grip his dick. he let out a groan and threw his head back. you stroked it slowly up and down before licking his pre cum. you hummed at his salty taste.

you didn’t know where your confidence was coming from, just seeing him so open to you had you thinking strange. you opened your mouth and engulfed his dick. sunghoon jerked forward a bit at the sudden warmth and gripped your hair.

“agh fuck, just like that slut.” he groaned. you moaned around his dick and sucked it harshly. his mains turning you on more. as you were about to finger yourself, sunghoon gripped your hair.

“don’t you fucking dare.” he growled. you whined, but didn’t move a muscle. you felt him tensing up indicating he was gonna cum soon and stroked his balls. a few seconds later you felt hot sperm in your mouth.

he let out a drawn moan and slowly let go of you. you took his dick out your mouth and swallowed his cum. he watched you intensely and wiped his cum off your lips. he lifted his fingers towards your mouth. you sucked on them until there was no more left.

he didn’t give you time to speak before you felt yourself being pushed back with your pussy in view for him. you let out a scream when you felt his dick enter you without warning.

he started thrusting into your pussy without giving you time to adjust. your eyes rolled back feeling him deep inside you, “s-sunghoon! oh fuck!” you screamed out. sunghoon just hummed and kissed your cheek.

you suddenly felt another orgasm coming already and wrapped your arms around his neck, “i-i think i’m gonna c-cum.” you stuttered. sunghoon cursed and wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing it as a warning.

“you cum, i’ll overstimulate you.” he sternly said. you let whined moan. how can you not cum when he’s fucking you so deep? his pace didn’t falter one bit. you felt like it was going to be eternity until he cums.

sunghoon groaned feeling you squeezed around him trying to hold your orgasm. you felt his dick pulsating and before you could let out another word, sunghoon beat you to it.

“cum for me bitch.” he whispered in your ear. you felt your orgasm hit you hard. you mouth fell slack when he took out his dick and stroked it on your stomach until his cum spurred out.

you both let out heavy breathing until sunghoon put on his shirt and jacket. he went to the bathroom and wiped you off before putting on his boxer and pants. he helped you out with your clothing too until you were dressed.

as you both stood there in silence, you suddenly heard someone knocking causing you to jump, “everything good here?” someone asked, it was jake. your eyes widened and you looked over at sunghoon who expression was unreadable.

before you could say something sunghoon went towards the door opening it. jake backed up and looked surprised.

“oh shit, my bad sunghoon. i didn’t know you were in here-“ jake sentence cut off when he saw you behind him, “oh? hey y/n?”

you awkwardly waved. sunghoon looked back at you and turned towards jake. he walked past jake not giving another word out, leaving you there alone and shocked. what the hell?

jake stared at you confused, but you didn’t say anything and went out the room too. you made your way downstairs, but didn’t see sunghoon in sight. as you looked around you saw jay holding hands with a girl walking towards you, “hey y/n! this is-“ “where’s sunghoon?”

jay’s eyebrows furrowed, “oh, uh, i think i saw him leave-“ you didn’t let him finish his sentence and rushed out of the house. you looked around, but didn’t see sunghoon anywhere.

you felt disappointment on your chest and looked to the ground. was he just using you? you took out your phone and looked for sunghoon contact, shooting him a text about his disappearance.

you went back inside the house and told jay you wanted to go home. jay bid his goodbye to his girlfriend and escorted you out to his car.

the whole car ride was silent. none of you guys speaking a word. even when you came back home you left jay in the car and went inside, wanting to sleep.

as you lay in your bed, you sighed and finally let your tears roam free.

you woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. the events of the previous night were still fresh in your mind, and you felt a pang of anxiety as you recalled what happened yesterday sunghoon. you sighed and stretched, trying to shake off the lingering tension.

as you made your way to the kitchen, you found jay sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of coffee. he looked up and gave you a small smile, “morning," he greeted, his tone gentle.

“morning," you replied, trying to muster a smile in return.

jay studied you for a moment before speaking again, “jake told me you and sunghoon seemed upset about something. is everything okay between you guys?"

you felt a lump form in your throat and shook your head, "i don't really want to talk about it right now," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

jay nodded understandingly, “that's okay. you don't have to talk about it if you're not ready." he paused, taking another sip of his coffee, "actually, i was planning to go to the mall today with my girlfriend and jake. we thought it might be fun to hang out and take our minds off things. would you like to join us? it could be like a double date."

you hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. the idea of spending time with friends and getting out of the house sounded appealing, “yeah, i think i'd like that," you agreed, feeling a small sense of relief.

jay's face lit up with a smile. "great! we'll leave in about an hour. take your time getting ready."

you nodded and headed back to your room to change. as you dressed, you couldn't help but think about sunghoon. you hoped that some time apart would give both of you the space to cool down and reflect on what had happened.

an hour later, you found yourself in jay's car, with his girlfriend in the front seat and jake sitting beside you in the back. the drive to the mall was filled with light-hearted chatter and laughter, and you felt your spirits lift as you listened to their banter.

when you arrived at the mall, the four of you wandered through the stores, stopping to browse and try on clothes. jay's girlfriend, hana, was sweet and friendly, and she quickly made you feel at ease. she linked arms with you as you walked, chatting animatedly about the latest fashion trends she took an interest too.

jake kept the mood light with his playful teasing and witty remarks. you found yourself laughing more than you had in days, and the tension from the previous night began to melt away.

at one point, you all stopped at a café for a break. as you sipped on your iced coffee, jay leaned in and gave you a reassuring smile, "i'm glad you came with us today," he said softly, “sometimes, a little distraction is all we need to feel better."

you nodded, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. just as you were gonna say something, your eyes wandered across the room and landed on a familiar figure.

sunghoon was there, sitting at a table with a girl. they were deep in conversation, laughing and smiling, completely absorbed in each other. your heart sank, a cold wave of realization crashing over you. it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room, and the once comforting warmth of the café turned into a stifling heat.

as if sensing the your gaze, sunghoon looked up and their eyes met. for a moment, time seemed to stand still. you could see the surprise in his eyes, quickly followed by something else—guilt, perhaps? the girl with him noticed the change in his demeanor and turned to see what had caught his attention.

you quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. the moment of peace was shattered, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions. you stood up abruptly, leaving your half-finished latte behind, and hurried out of the café, the sound of sunghoon's laughter still echoing in their ears. he’s never laughed like that towards you.

the sight of the girls behind, you knew she had to be pretty with the way her hair looked smooth and straight. her clothes fitting her body perfectly. you felt tears in your eyes after finally knowing that sunghoon was just using you.

you walked briskly down the street, your mind racing. you didn't know where you were going; you just needed to get away. the sound of footsteps behind you made you quicken your pace, but a familiar voice called out your name, stopping you in your tracks.

“wait! please, just wait!" sunghoon's voice was breathless, and when you turned around, you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“what do you want, sunghoon?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

“i can explain," he said, stepping closer. "it's not what you think. she's just a friend, i swear."

“do you think I'm stupid?" you shot back, anger and hurt lacing your words. "i saw how you were with her."

before sunghoon could respond, you heard another set of voices approaching. jay, hana, and jake appeared, looking concerned.

“what's going on here?" Jay demanded, his eyes narrowing as he looked between you and sunghoon, "why have you guys been acting like this?"

“it’s not what it looks like," Sunghoon started, but jay cut him off.

“then what is it?" jay's voice was rising, and you could see the frustration building. "you two have been acting weird for weeks, and now this? i thought we were friends sunghoon!”

jake stepped forward, trying to defuse the situation, "let's all just calm down and talk about this."

but jay wasn't having it, "no, i want to know the truth. are you two...?" he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment, "there's nothing going on between us, jay. sunghoon and i are just friends. but seeing him with that girl... it hurt."

jay looked at you, his pissed off expression slowly fading slightly, "why didn't you tell me you had feelings for him?"

“b-because i knew you would be mad. and because sunghoon doesn’t like me in that way." you admitted, feeling a tear slip down your cheek. you felt embarrassed and guilty.

sunghoon stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret, "i'm sorry. i never meant to hurt you. i should have been honest."

you look up at sunghoon teary eyed. before sunghoon could step closer towards you, jay cut him off, “get the fuck away from her.”

everyone stared at jay in shock. he’s never cussed at any of his best friends, “i trusted you sunghoon and jake to not go after my sister for so many reasons and that’s the first thing you do? until she explains everything to me from a to z, you’re not coming to my house. you’re not gonna speak to me or her until you get your shit together.” he demanded.

he left without a word while hana followed him. jake stared at both of you pitying before following along. you slowly got up and walked past sunghoon. before you could walk away, sunghoon softly grabbed your wrist.

you met his soft gaze, “i’m sorry for everything.” he whispered. you didn’t say anything and left him alone. it was your turn to walk out on him.

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Hii, I love your righting! Could you write Vi working out in her & readers shared apartment, she’s doing pushups and reader says “hold on, move your arm” and slides on the floor to be under Vi.

Then reader is like “continue” whilst Vi is grinning, she starts doing pushups again and reader keeps kissing her when she presses down. Then she goes “okay now hold it as a plank” and Vi is confused but does so and reader unexpectedly starts making out with Vi. And Vi is all flustered struggling to hold this plank but happy to make out and then after telling reader this is not an efficient way to work out and reader is all pouty like “so you’d rather I wasn’t under you?”. Lots of fluff, flirting, being flustered maybe a little tension, thank you!!

⋆⁺ ✮⋆⁺ Vi x Reader

Synopsis: {You interrupt your girlfriend’s workout routine in the best way possible} AN: Hehe love this!! Enjoyyy! ✮Masterlist is here <3

Vi had been sick all week with a horrid headache, which left her practically immobilised in bed, sleeping like a ‘sick Victorian child’—as you had ever so kindly put it—multiple times despite her protests. You would give it a couple of weeks before showing her the photos you snapped of her while she snored away.

Within those weeks she couldn’t get her gym sessions in— it would have probably killed her if she tried, okay maybe slightly dramatic, but Vi would disagree. To be completely honest she still isn’t feeling very up to par so that’s why she currently doing push-ups in your shared living room because she needs to 'keep her figure in order.'

It was quite a show really, how her tank top fits snugly against her chest— not to mention her muscles, god her muscles, the way her biceps flex and strain with each push. You couldn’t help but stare and tease, just a little.

“It’s been three days babe and you’re already struggling at twenty?” You smirk from your place where you’ve snuggled yourself up in the corner of the ‘L’ shaped couch, watching her oh so intently instead of reading your book that was sitting in your lap.

She shoots you a playful glare, pretty blue eyes narrowing slightly. The absolute cheek of you. “Yeah? You wanna come down here and give me twenty right now?”

You shake your head, sinking back into the cushions with a sheepish giggle. “No, I definitely don’t.”

“Exactly, so keep that pretty nose of yours stuffed in that dumb book.” Oh, she's done it now. You immediately, so stubbornly, stand up from the comfort of your little nook and make your way over to her with a small pout, arms crossed and everything.

Violet sits back on her haunches, grinning proudly at how easy it was for her to get under your skin— her eyes fixed on the way you purse your lips out in melodramatic annoyance.

“Now what are you doing?” She huffs in amusement.

“I decided I wanna help.”

“This doesn’t look like helping… at all.”

She was right, you wiggling yourself beneath her didn’t exactly make her want to work out— well maybe just in a different way.

“Hush— now continue.” The sass in your tone makes her scoff playfully, shaking her head as you all but stare up at her with an expectant look. Vi’s backbone was practically nonexistent when it came to you, you asked, or well in this case demanded, and she did, simple as that— so she leans over you, big hands planted firmly on the ground on either side of your head.

Vi lowers herself down slightly, elbows bending with her movement as she flashes you a smirk, canines peaking out— blue eyes gleaming. “Hey.” she chuckles. You wipe the stupidly hot grin from her lips, meeting her halfway to give her a big kiss, propped up slightly by your forearms.

Her breath catches and she lets out a stuttering sound, her arms faltering to keep her up at the sudden affection— god it was almost as if you wanted to give her a damn heart attack, those pretty lips of yours stretched out into a smug grin of your own.

“Alright, fine.” Vi was competitive, hence why you always try to cheat on game nights. That spark was lit now, there was no going back so she gladly accepted this silent challenge you’ve offered her.

With each push-up she does you give her a big, wet kiss, lips smushing together softly and sometimes not so softly— nipping at her bottom to which she groans in response, pushing her toned body down against you just a little firmer to capture those pretty breathless sounds that escape your kiss-plumed lips.

You huff, frowning. “Don’t be annoying.”

“Oh I’m being annoying?— do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now?” She sighs in between kisses that only seem to get greedier, all exasperated. “S’payback babe.” her push-ups, if you could even call them that at this point, getting weaker.

Vi goes to sit back but your fingers catch her hand, curling around her wrist. “Nu-uh, you gotta do your planks, lazy.” God, you sounded just like a personal trainer, stern tone, knitted brows and everything— she wouldn’t mind that actually now that she’s thinking about it, especially if the sessions went like this.

“Lazy? you’re the one just lying there, well, nothing new I guess.” That one earns her a quick swat to the shoulder and she gasps, looking down at you with faux offence written all over her beautiful face.

“S-Shut up— just do your damn plank, chicken arms.”

Violet guffaws in disbelief, reluctantly lowering herself, her arms crossing just above your head as she holds the position— the muscles in her stomach tensing up as you brush your fingertips over her tank top, pushing the fabric up to feel her abs. God, she looks so good like this, broad shoulders shadowing over you, her jawline and the shape of her neck on show. You couldn’t help but touch!

“Oh, you’re asking to be—” she looks down at you, her words unceremoniously cut off as you tug her down into a kiss, making her collapse over you with a muffled “mmfhm!!” Your tongue runs along her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth and she doesn’t hesitate to lean in closer, impossibly closer, to deepen the already eager kiss.

“You’re not good at helping in the slightest, this isn’t efficient at all.” She murmurs against your lips as the kiss tapers off into small loving pecks, still greedy.

“So you’d rather I was sitting back on the couch? because I can—” You couldn’t get up even if you tried, her body was pinned on top of yours, her hips effectively sandwiching you between her toned form and the hardwood floor.

“Nope, no. You’re coming with me baby, after workout shower.” She chuckles lowly, trailing opened-mouthed kisses along the soft curve of your jaw ever so slowly before she hauls you up and carries you off into the bathroom. Best workout ever.

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Three Lifeforms

(Hal Jordan x Blue Lantern Reader) Where Hal is the one that grounds you after a big reveal and the Justice League is always in everyone’s business.

“Three life forms detected.”

Hearing the status from the ring, you and Hal exchanged glances, finding that the abandoned planet you two often visited in between missions wasn’t as vacant as you initially thought.

“Hello—!” Cupping your hands around your mouth you began to shout out, only for Hal to immediately envelop more than half your face with his stupidity big hand, as he pulls your back into his chest.

“What are you doing?” He hisses, looking around worriedly, as you try to shove him off you.

“No one is ever here but us, someone might have gotten stranded here,” you explain, trying to look up at him.

“That doesn’t mean you should go announcing yourself to a possible hostile!” Hal retorts, tightening his grip on you.

You’re sure Barry or Batman would have felt vindicated amusement in how your usually reckless, highball partner was forced to take up a certain level of caution when paired with you. While Hal Jordan was an optimist, even he had nothing against a wielder of the hope ring.

“So what? No one can stand a chance against a Blue Lantern and Green Lantern, you’ve said that way too many times to count,” you finally escape his grasp before turning around to face him, “Besides, if they need help, it’s my duty to provide it.”

The man before you sighs tiredly, shooting you a wry grin. “Maybe you should have been the Green Lantern with how stubborn you can be, berryblue.”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

*

“Come on, there’s no one here! We’ve been here for hours—“

“Less than a hour.”

“Let’s head home, order some takeout, watch watch whatever tv show you’re obsessed with right now, maybe fool around a bit-“

“Hal.”

He groans, before splaying himself against you, relying on you to keep him upright.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been alone, don’t you want me to take care of you?” His hand travels lower, giving your bottom a generous squeeze, eliciting a strangled yelp and punch from you, which he only laughs at.

For a second, you think he somehow flustered you enough that your knees felt weak enough to buckle, but with how your head felt like it was being drilled from the inside, you conclude that this goes beyond Hal Jordan’s charm.

“Babe,” he starts, but stops when he sees you bring up a hand to massage your temple. “What’s wrong?”

“Just a headache. I’m fine, Hal,” You assure him, gently pushing him off.

You can already tell he’s furrowing his eyebrows beneath his mask before he brings his hands to grasp your arms, pulling you closer to inspect your face properly.

“Your ring should have negated anything like that. God knows how many migraines—“

“Hangovers.”

“—you’ve cured for me. Something’s going on.” He frowns.

“Just tired. We haven’t been home in months, it’s probably just taking a bit of a toll,” you reply, ignoring the way your vision becomes blurred.

“More the reason we should go, then.” He declares, his face hardening into the determined expression you’re more than familiar with.

“Not until we find whoever else is here.”

He groans out your name in exasperation.

You’re sure that he’s giving you a lecture about self-care, probably adding a salacious remark or two. But you’re unable to register him when the world around you begins to tilt.

*

He’s calling your name. Not ‘babe’ or some other embarrassingly gushy pet name . He’s definitely worried. So when your eyes flutter open, you’re not surprised to see the distress on his face as he cradles you to his chest.

“How long was I out?”

“You…only a couple minutes,” he answers, his grip on you tightening for a moment, “Come on, we’re going home.”

Scowling, you squirm in arms, but his hold remains steadfast, much to your fond irritation. “It was just a dizzy spell—“

“That was not—!”

“I’m fine. Besides, we still haven’t found whoever else is here!”

“They could be the Pope, and I still wouldn’t give a shit!” He bites back, his hand flexing on the meat of your thigh, mindful enough to not strengthen his grip on any further.

You furrow your brows, I mean, yeah, you’re literally Jewish.

“Give me a boost, will you? I’ll have us back in the watchtower before it’s Spooky’s feeding time.”

When you remain still, he jostles you lightly, but you avoid meeting his gaze.

He growls out your name impatiently, before softening.

“I’ll have Guy or Kyle do a scope here as soon as we get you checked out,” he promises.

“It’s probably nothing,” you grumble, before acquiescing, focusing on his ring and augmenting its output, “Gently, Hal.”

“Only because you asked so sweetly.”

*

Powered down and tucked into a med bay bed, you toyed with the ring on your finger as Hal finished off the leftovers of the meal J’ohn brought you.

“Sure you don’t want me to get you anything else?” Hal asks leaning forward on his chair.

“I’m fine,” you reply absentmindedly. You’re sure he’s looking at you with that dumb, loving expression he gets around you, when his brown eyes soften enough to resemble melted chocolate, so you avoid looking at him lest you break.

He places his hand over yours, giving it a light squeeze, “You were just overworked, don’t worry, Nurse Jordan will you have up and running in no time.”

“Liar. You were the one saying something has to be really wrong for my ring to not cancel everything out,” you scoff, trying to fight back a smile when he winces guiltily. “Well, your bedside manner isn’t too bad, though.”

With a soft grin he climbs onto your bed, nestling one of his arms behind you so it’s wrapped around your shoulders, moving around until you’re settled against his chest, as he uses his free hand to lock fingers with yours.

“You’ll be just fine,” he quietly assures, thumb rubbing against your hand soothingly, “After all, there isn’t anything we can’t figure out together.”

“Because of our rings?” You mumble as best you can with your cheek smushed against him.

“Because I’d literally tear reality apart for you and you’re my stubborn, intelligent, gorgeous girl that’s going to outlast everyone.” he responds casually. You really can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “But yeah, the whole ‘strongest weapons in the universe’ thing too.”

You let out a breathy laugh, nuzzling against him, only straightening up when J’ohn returns, expression as enigmatic as ever.

“One of the functions of the hope ring is to keep its wielder in peak condition, especially since its speciality is regeneration, correct?” He asks.

“Always wakes up without an ache or creak in her back, her ring surpasses mine in that regard,” Hal comments, squeezing your hand.

“Yes, I think its effect on your physiology is more proactive than anyone could have anticipated.”

“Just spit it out,” you sigh, wanting to rip the bandaid off.

The Martian clears his throat, suddenly look awkward, “There really was no way for you to realize, with the ring working to negate any symptoms and attempting to keep your body in optimal condition, that you are…with child. Second trimester, I would guess.”

You’re very sure that you’re brain just blue screened for a second, jolting back into reality when a tension you didn’t notice in your partner immediately faded, “Oh thank god.”

You look at him incredulously as he grins sheepishly.

“Sorry, sorry, but I was really worried it was something terminal or some galactic virus!”

“Weren’t you telling me not to worry earlier?”

“Yeah, you’re a Blue Lantern, worrying is my job between the two of us.”

J’ohn clears his throat again, pausing your debate, “We can have our on-staff medical team oversee your…condition, or we can refer you to trusted OB-GYN on Earth. While rare, a ‘cryptid pregnancy’ is still completely safe. It’s just good we were able to catch it so early.”

“Yeah, imagine if you randomly went into labour in the middle of space,” Hal states, visibly shuddering at the thought.

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

“I’ll leave you two to discuss this privately,” The Martian excuses himself.

You feel two large hands wrap around your waist, and in an instant Hal has manhandled you in his lap, his back hitting the pillows you were just propped up on. He buries his face into your neck, humming contentedly.

“What are you thinking?”

“What are you thinking? You’re awfully calm when this is probably the last thing you’d want, flyboy.” You retort with a bit more venom than you wanted, but he only nuzzles his nose near your pulse point.

“I’ll admit that when I got this ring, I figured I wouldn’t do the whole family man thing. I mean there was a point where my feet wouldn’t even touch the ground, between sector shit and the airfield,” Hal starts, “but being with you, I realized that I wouldn’t have to ever tie myself down because it would never feel that way with you. Not that I would mind you tying me up.”

Despite your best efforts you laugh, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Whether we’re on Earth or on the other side of the sector, I’d be happy as long as you’re the one holding my reigns. Lantern or not, I know we’ll be okay. So being married to you and raising a kid…what’s not to want?” You remain silent for a moment before relaxing against him.

“I won’t say I’ve never thought about this before and the ring is definitely going to make the process unfairly easy,” you begin quietly.

“Oh, yeah, bet there are a lot of ladies that just hate your guts for that alone.”

“So, I—,” you pause for a moment, Hal patiently waiting, “I want to do this. With you. I mean, I’m scared but overcoming fear is kind of our thing.”

Hal’s hand comes up to tilt your head back to press his lips against yours. The angle is a bit awkward, but Hal leaves you breathless nonetheless, and even now, he’s smiling.

You pull away with a shriek, when his other hand reaches up to grope your breast. “No, just like I thought, it’s definitely bigger. More sensitive too.”

“You’re the worst,” you complain without any real heat.

“Hey, just checking!” Hal grins deviously, giving you another squeeze before you’re interrupted by the sound of a certain bat clearing his throat. You would have jumped out of Hal’s arms if not for his grip on you, clearly unashamed of cuddling you even in Bruce’s presence.

“Hey, Spooky, here to congratulate us?” Hal asks and you resist the urge to elbow him for being so obvious, but the other man only hums in affirmation and you realize you should have known nothing goes unknown to the bat.

“And to assist in anyway you two would need.” He approaches you and hands you a pile of—

“Brochures?” Hal observes. “‘How to handle your super bundle’, ‘How to go from Superhero to Super Parent’—who the hell made these?”

“Not like we’re having a super baby that could try to claw out of me ‘Alien’ style,” you note.

“While you two are both normal humans, that doesn’t mean you won’t have our support in having a new responsibility added to your already busy lives,” Batman affirms, “We will also set up a college fund when your child is born and cover medical expenses and the like. And—“

“Wait, too much info,” you massage your temple, “Since when did we have all these resources? Oh, Clark wasn’t kidding when he said you paid his rent!”

Bruce only smirks in response. Rich people.

“Alright, alright, we get it, maybe don’t try to send the love of my life into an existential crisis?” Hal interjects. Softie.

“We can talk more later. Some of the parents in our community have monthly meetings. I’m sure Barry will be sending you invites and reminders as soon as he finds out,” Bruce says, looking vaguely amused.

“Hold on, how many people know? How did you even find out? Did J’ohn tell you?” You question, furrowing your brows.

“As soon as you two arrived, Clark heard a third heartbeat, and we all know he can’t contain himself on these matters.” Bruce explains already heading for the door, deeming the conversation done. You have no doubt he’ll be popping around Coast City in the coming months though.

“He’s such a gossip, or more like everyone here is,” you complain, “Better tell Barry and Ollie while you can. They’ll be mad if they find out from the grapevine.”

“Guess we got a lot to do when we get back home,” Hal muses with a stupid grin, probably already planning out a green, space themed nursery.

You hum, leaning back into his hold before jolting. “Third life force!”

“Huh?”

“The—ring—third life force! It knew!” You sputter out, glaring at your finger accusingly.

Hal stares at you for a moment before bursting out in laughter as his shoulders shook, once again burying his face into your neck, which did very little to muffle him.

“Hal!”

Low key my worst fear, but it’s Hal and I think he should acquire a child if dc isn’t going to write him being a big bro to air wave. Also I want his dick LMAO

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The one with the one night stand

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Seonghwa x Fem reader

Word count: 3.7k

Genres and warnings; accidental pregnancy, wrap it before you tap it!, minors dni, mild smut, mature language, fluff, humor, strangers to lovers

One night of passion brings you more than you can handle, but luckily Seognhwa is there to ease your jumbled mind.

"Oh God."

You stared at the two bright pink lines.

The lines that were about to change your whole life around.

"Oh my fucking God! Jongho!"

You rushed out of your bathroom and ran into the living room where your best friend was waiting, eyes wide with anticipation.

"So?" He asked, frozen in his spot when he noticed how frantic you were.

"It's... It's positive."

Both of your gazes dropped to your stomach, and you slowly lifted your hand to feel around it.

There was a tiny... Something inside of you. Something you never really thought about having, but weren't opposed to. But that something came too soon, too rushed.

"So... I don't mean to be that person, but... Is it, you know? Is it his?" Jongho questioned, being careful not to say the man's name out loud.

Your eyes widened, just now realizing what you have gotten yourself into.

"Oh no."

.

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One month ago

"Woohoo!"

"Get down from the chair Wooyoung!"

You tried grabbing your friend's arm to pull him down, but he was too into the song to stay still. Luckily, his boyfriend knew how to handle him in situations like these.

"Come on now Woo, you're giving the poor girl a headache." San put his strong arms around his waist and lowered him to the ground.

"You guys don't know how to have fun!" A pouty Wooyoung shouted, placing kisses all over San's face. You just shook your head and went to the bar to get another drink.

It was a Saturday, and you always went out to your usual club with the boys. Jongho was deep into an arm wrestling contest with Yeosang, San and Wooyoung were now all lovey dovey in the corner, Mingi and Yunho were showing off their amazing dance moves, but Hongjoong was nowhere to be seen.

He usually stayed by your side, watching over the friend group, but he told you he was going to be late tonight. Hongjoong went on a business trip recently and met another aspiring designer along the way. You forgot his name, but you knew your friend was bringing him over tonight to meet you all.

You weren't in the mood, to be honest. Maybe it was because you had a tough week at work, trying not to strangle your new boss, or maybe because you were watching couples being all loved up. Honestly, you yearned for someone to hold onto at night, but it just wasn't meant to be yet.

"Why so sad, sugar?"

You turned around, surprised to hear his voice, even though you knew he was coming tonight.

"Hongjoong!"

He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up and giggling along with you.

"Hey there! I missed you!"

"I missed you too! Gosh, I can't parent these kids no more!"

You laughed, but he understood how stressed you must have felt.

"No worries, daddy Hongjoong is back!"

"Joong, I'm glad, but please don't say it like that!"

You grimaced, and your friend only chuckled at your expression. It seemed like Hongjoong suddenly remembered something, because he turned around and waved someone over.

"Y/N, I want you to meet Park Seonghwa, the new friend I was telling you about."

"Hi there."

Goodness gracious. Park Seonghwa had to be the most handsome man on planet earth. His dark hair was cut short, but some of the longer strands fell over his eyes. He was dressed to the nines in something you probably couldn't afford to look at, and his stance was confident.

Almost borderline cocky, if you were being completely honest.

"O-Oh... Hello."

"You must be Y/N, right? Hongjoong has told me a lot about you, but I must say..."

He leaned over, whispering the next sentence in your ear.

"... I get why he calls you sugar, because you look like a real sweet treat."

Ah. There it is. You knew something must be wrong about such a handsome man. Of course he was a fuckboy.

"Yeah, thanks. I'm gonna go now, you two enjoy your night! Joong, come catch-up with us later!"

You blew a kiss to a confused Hongjoong, leaving him with Seonghwa and walking over to the rest of the group. They've settled down at the table in the meantime, and you were glad the chaos was over.

For now at least.

"Major fuckboy alert!"

Mingi gasped.

"Who's competing with me?"

You scoffed, pointing at the arm he had wrapped around Yunho.

"Please, be serious. You haven't left Yunho's side in how long now?"

Mingi pouted, leaning into his boyfriend's side.

"... Five years in August."

"That's right." You nodded, plating yourself beside Jongho.

The younger tapped you on the shoulder to make you look at him.

"What's up?"

You sighed, sipping on your vodka.

"Hongjoong's new friend is to die for, until he opens his mouth."

Jongho pointed his finger, making you follow along.

"You mean that one? They already said hi to us before going to the bar to find you, he was really cool."

"Yeah, maybe to you."

You wanted to continue your rant, but the very man you were gossiping about approached with Hongjoong.

"Finally! Come on people, make room. We're about to get this party started!"

Hongjoong sat opposite you, making the only free seat available the one next to you. Seonghwa planted himself there, throwing his arm around the back of your chair.

"So, what's your story sugar?" He whispered into your ear.

You jerked away from him, surprised he got so close to you. The other thing that surprised you was how nervous you got.

"I don't have a story. And don't call me that, we just met."

Seonghwa looked confused for a second. He wasn't used to the cold shoulder from girls, but he figured you weren't his usual type.

Not that he particularly had one, but being in the fashion industry only lets you meet a certain amount of people. Fake people, only interested in your connections.

However, you were someone real. Someone who wasn't about to give into his charms so easily. Seonghwa was hooked before he realised it.

The night went on like this - you running away and being rude, while a desperate Seonghwa tried to get a smidge of your attention. The other boys found it hilarious, and Seonghwa seemed to fit right into your little group.

The other thing that certainly progressed was your drink intake. Maybe you were frustrated with the fact that you were warming up to the handsome fellow, and you tried to drown it with vodka.

A hefty amount of it, too.

It seemed like everybody was on the same page, because two hours later, Seonghwa was a blushing mess who couldn't stop giggling at Yunho's bad jokes.

The smile on his face brought out a small one of your own. He didn't seem so bad when he was like this. Or was it just your mushy brain convincing you?

It didn't matter anyway, because before you knew it, you were hollered up in a corner, making out with him.

"You finally warmed up to me, huh?"

"Stop talking."

You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours again, continuing the dance between your teeth, tongue and lips. Seonghwa's hands explored your body, staying respectful despite the fact you were literally pressed up against each other.

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked before putting his lips back onto yours.

"Hell yeah."

The ride to his new place was spent giggling into each other's mouths as you tried to continue kissing, the poor taxi driver having to listen to your antics.

The elevator ride was something else, because you managed to unbuckle his belt while he accidentally ripped one of your dress straps.

It was hot, heavy, and you couldn't wait to take his clothes off.

No time was wasted when your back finally hit his king sized bed. Your hands were all over each other, squeezing and caressing places that made you both moan out in pleasure.

Once he finally entered you, the look on his face changed. Seonghwa was taking it slow, trying to set a good pace because he knew he'd come too soon. You just felt that heavenly around him.

"I like you, Y/N. It's crazy how much, knowing we just met."

You wanted to respond, but his thrusts sped up and you could only sigh while wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

"I-I'm close. Harder, Seognhwa, please."

"Yes, yes... Anything you need, sugar."

You hit your climax before you even realised it, Seonghwa following soon after.

He slowly pulled out, laying on his side and wrapping you up in his arms.

"That was..."

"Yeah..." You said, exhausted, but incredibly satisfied.

The night went on like this after you both caught your breath for a moment.

When you were both finally spent, Seognhwa made sure to clean you up before settling back into his bed. For some reason, you couldn't fall asleep even after he drifted off.

So, you sneaked out of his place as the sun went up, feeling guiltier than you should. You only just met him, and he didn't really leave the best first impression, but the spark between you was undeniable.

You had no idea how badly you messed up until the next time he came to a friendly gathering at Hongjoong's place. Seonghwa acted as if nothing happened, and you were devastated.

It was your fault, honestly, but you were still a bit hurt about it. There was no point in ruining the fun for everyone, so you just went along with the situation.

You weren't aware just how much your lives would change in a month's time.

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Present day

"Did you use protection?" Jongho asked, holding onto your hand as you sat next to each other on your couch.

"We... I think we did, I don't know? I was too drunk, and besides, I'm on the pill... I thought..."

"Hey, hey, I'm not judging you. I'm just asking, it's a valid question." He tried to calm you down, but it wasn't working. Tears were already falling down your cheeks, and the positive test on the coffee table was starting back at you like it was about to consume you.

"What... What am I going to do now? This is so messed up Jongho." You cried, placing your head into your hands.

"Oh baby... We'll figure something out, okay?"

That's when you heard your doorbell go off. You snapped your head up, looking at Jongho who seemed too calm about everything.

"Don't worry, I know who it is." He stood up, going over to let the person in.

"Y/N?" Hongjoong asked, coming to kneel in front of you. You glanced at Jongho who just shrugged.

"I had to call for back up. I know he can be of better help than me."

"Y/N, is it true?"

You looked at Hongjoong before throwing yourself into his arms. He only sneezed you tight, patting your back as you sobbed.

"Oh sweetie... It's okay, you know that? We'll figure something out."

"B-But Joong... You're going to hate me when I tell you who... You know." You cried, refusing to let go of him.

"Y/N, look at me. Come on, I know already."

You froze, slowly detaching yourself from him. He didn't look mad, or even disappointed. On the contrary, he had a small smile on his face.

"Hwa couldn't keep it to himself, but he made me promise not to tell you. The man has been devastated about fucking up his chance with you."

"He what?" You mumbled, not believing him.

He only nodded and continued.

"Yeah, he really likes you. Why did you run off on him?"

"I... Well... I don't know, okay! We had such an amazing night, and then we did what we did, and I don't know... I got scared."

"At least now you have a good enough reason to talk to him again." Both your and Hongjoong's head snapped towards Jongho, and the poor boy looked frightened.

"Sorry, I told you I'm not good at this."

You laughed, the tears slowly drying up.

"It's okay, thank you. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you both."

You spent the rest of the evening sandwiched between the two men, considering all of your options.

"I take it you want to keep the baby?" Hongjoong asked while peeling an orange for you. You've told them how sick you've been feeling for the past week, and oranges were the only thing you could stomach easily.

"Yeah... I think I do. I don't know, I've always wanted to have a family, and this baby is here for a reason. I just don't know how I'm going to manage being a single mom."

"A single mom? What about Seonghwa?" Jongho asked, continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

"Oh come one, he's a designer for god sakes. He's traveling all the time, and he's not about to drop all of that to become a dad. Be for real."

"You haven't even talked to him yet, how can you know?"

"Jongho... I can't get my hopes up in any way, so please, let's not talk about this anymore."

Hongjoong stayed silent throughout your debate with Jongho, itching to tell you how wrong you were.

Seonghwa was constantly pestering his friend about you, day and night. He was so into you it hurt, but he wasn't sure how to approach you after the night you shared. The one where you left him without a word, and never mentioned anything again.

"Okay, here's your orange. I'm going to run you a bath, and then we can watch a movie. We'll think of a plan along the way. You're not alone in this, that baby already has seven amazing people out here who will gladly be of help whenever you need."

You looked at Hongjoong, thankful to have such an amazing friend by your side.

"Let's... Let's not tell anyone else before I talk to Seonghwa, okay? I don't want him finding out because Mingi couldn't keep his big mouth shut."

The two men laughed, agreeing it was for the best. The rest of the evening was spent on the couch, in the comforting arms of your two friends as your brain went haywire.

Your life was about to become much more complicated, and you still had to do the toughest thing of them all - Tell Seonghwa.

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"Y/N? Hey there... Where's Hongjoong?"

A confused Seonghwa stood by your table as you gestured for him to sit on the chair opposite you. Your tea was cold, hands wrapped around the mug only there to keep you grounded.

"Hi. Hongjoong won't be joining us today. I have to... I have to talk to you about something, so I asked Joong to call you. I wasn't sure if you'd show up otherwise."

"Oh..." Seognhwa was confused. Why would you all of the sudden want to talk to him? It's been a month since you two shared a wonderful night together, but you made it clear it was just that. One night.

The waitress came and took his order, and you took the chance to rummage through your bag for the little black and white photo. You hid it under the table, waiting for him to settle in.

"So, what's this about? I know we aren't exactly on speaking terms..." He wandered off, his eyes never meeting yours as he spoke.

"Listen, there is no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to... Well..."

You placed the little photo at the center of the table, pushing it slightly towards him.

"This right here is... Our little blip. I know it's yours because I haven't been with anybody for a while, and after our night as well. So... Yeah."

It took a while for him to react. His eyes were still glued on the tiny sonogram photo you took, not even sure where exactly he should be looking.

"You're... You're pregnant?" He whispered, slowly moving his fingers over the edges of the photo.

"I am. I'm sorry, truly. We were kind of... Careless that night. I'm keeping the baby, it's something I want to do, but you won't be obligated to do anything you don't want. I'm fully prepared to tackle this by myself. I just wanted you to know."

He seemed... Angry all of the sudden.

"Obligated? What are you talking about? This is my blip too! I'm not letting you do this by yourself. We'll... Work something out."

You sighed, finally looking straight into his eyes. You couldn't quite decipher his feelings about everything, but there was a strong determination behind his intense gaze.

"Are you sure? Seonghwa, this is something life changing, you know? We don't exactly... Know each other the best. You don't have to decide this instant."

"I am absolutely positive. I won't let you go through this alone. I'm as much responsible as you are, so we're in this together. Besides, this way you won't run off on me, again."

Silence enveloped you after he said that. He was right, you had to give him that. You sighed, giving him a shy smile afterwards.

"I guess you're right."

"How do we... How do we do this? Do we move in together? What should we do?"

You noticed how flustered he suddenly got, probably realizing what you'd have to figure out in the span of nine months.

"Relax, Seonghwa, it's still early to think about that. Besides, I have a room in my apartment that can be transformed into a nursery, and I really don't want to move right now. So, we'll go from there and, I don't know, see how things progress?"

You shrugged, while he only nodded along.

"Okay, fair enough. When's your next appointment? I assume you have weekly or monthly check ups?"

"Oh, you don't have to-"

"I want to. I think I made it clear by now that I really want to be a part of this. So, when is it?"

The way he looked at you suddenly made you blush, but you blamed the hormones for your reaction.

"Next Thursday."

"Great, I'll be there."

The two of you spent another half hour discussing your predicament before you started feeling too tired to speak. Seonghwa noticed your change in mood quickly.

"Want me to take you home?"

"I really want to be polite and decline but I'm too exhausted to do so."

Seonghwa chuckled, gesturing for you to go ahead. You exited the cafe and made your way towards his car. For some reason, he was staring at you intensely while you walked.

Once the two of you settled into his car, you turned towards him.

"Okay, spill. You're being really weird."

"Well..."

He sighed, glancing where your hands laid out on your stomach.

"I... I just can't believe I'm going to be a dad soon. I mean, I've always wanted a family, I just didn't think it would be so soon."

He noticed how you frowned and quickly corrected himself.

"Not that I mind! Don't get me wrong, please. I can't wait to meet our little blip, I just have a bad way with words. And... You make me kind of nervous."

Your eyes widened.

"Me? Make you nervous? Why is that?"

"Well..."

He kept silent after that, building up the courage to finally get his feelings off his chest. Almost a month has passed since your night together, and he tried pretending like it never happened for his own sake.

"Seonghwa? You're kind of leaving me hanging over here." You chuckled, lightly pushing his shoulder to make him snap out of his trance. He shook his head and started the car.

"Listen, I know this is not the moment, but we have to talk about that night. I need to know if... If you felt the same about it as I did."

His eyes were focused on the road, but you could tell it was easier for him not to look at you right now.

"And how would that be?" You asked, subconsciously putting your hands over your stomach.

"I... Something clicked, Y/N. Something in my mind, and my heart, telling me you're the one. Is that crazy? I know it probably sounds like it, but I just... I can't stop thinking about you, sugar."

"Is that why you're so calm about the baby?"

Seognhwa smiled lightly, glancing at how you cuddled into yourself.

"Maybe. I've always wanted to be a dad, and knowing you're going to be the mother of my child... I can't be mad about that. I can only feel... Excited."

"Oh, Seonghwa... We'll make this thing work, I promise." You reached over the console and placed your outstretched palm for him to grasp. He did so without thinking twice, happy to finally clear the air with you.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly, and you were in front of your building before you knew it.

"Here you go guys, you're home." Seonghwa said, looking at your belly before bringing his eyes to yours. You smiled, amused by the way he addressed both of you.

"Thank you, daddy."

His face made you burst out into laughter.

"Oh, lighten up! It's a sweet thing to say!"

Seonghwa shook his head, chuckling along with you.

"You're going to be the death of me. Go rest, our blip needs it."

"Seonghwa..." You said, cautious about the way you should approach him.

"Do you want to come with us? I mean, that's what blip's asking, you know."

He stayed silent for a moment, watching as a rosy hue printed your cheeks. Using your child was definitely a way of avoiding showing your true feelings for now, but he understood you needed more time to open up. However, he was not about to decline such a nice invite.

"You know what? Tell blip I'd love to hang out some more. But..." He stalled, looking into your eyes, the smile on his face mirroring yours. He leaned over, close to your ear. Your cheeks brushed against each other, his lips grazing your ear lightly.

"You can also tell our blip I'd like to spend some time with mommy as well."

Oh yes, this would truly be the most interesting and exciting experience of your life.

You could only be thankful someone like Seonghwa would be a part of it.

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[strawbeerossi]

Silencing Spencer Reid

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Spencer likes how you listen to him ramble about things that interest him. He also likes your method of telling him to shut up.

Content/Warnings: Reader is a little mean because she has a headache, Spencer ramblings, oral (f receiving), face sitting (duh), degradation, pet names (pretty boy)

Word Count: 1.1K

Kinktober Day Eleven: Facesitting

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You liked listening to Spencer talk, something about his voice being calming to listen to. Listening to him ramble was like heaven, watching him get excited to tell you every bit of information that plagued his brain on one specific subject. Spencer was honestly grateful, liking the way you actually showed care to what he had to say and telling him your own thoughts. However there was another side of you that he liked.

“Spencer, honey, can you please just give me five minutes? I have a really bad headache.” you spoke as you were walking through your shared apartment, your boyfriend following behind you like a little puppy. “But you haven’t even heard the best part about this episode! I mean, you have no idea how crazy it is when he-” Spencer was cut off by the palm of your hand pressed against his mouth.  “I love you so much but you need to just.. Fuck, go sit on the couch for a minute.” You snapped. You knew you’d feel awful about it later but right now you were just frustrated. 

Spencer wasn’t negatively affected, instead a rush of blood rushing down to his cock. He was getting under your skin, just what he was intending on doing. All he needed now though was you to shut him up, to put him in his place. He’d been sexually frustrated all day and he wanted nothing more than to have your soaked cunt on his face, making a mess of his jaw while you used his tongue to get yourself off. The thought of your slick arousal on his tongue was enough to make him drool.

“But baby, don’t you wanna hear about my theories? I mean the show is so interesting and you know I’m passionate about this character.” He was rambling now, only blushing as you shot him a warning look, one that he was used to from the amount of times he attempted to test you. He knew the punishment would be severe but he didn’t care, he needed to taste your essence sooner rather than later. “Come on..” 

Whenever Spencer wasn’t getting the hint though, you were frowning. Now if your head wasn’t pounding, you would’ve realized what he was doing. Right now though, he looked like a brat who couldn’t seem to follow your damn directions. “Go lay down. Now.” You murmured, the male perking up at getting just what he wanted before scrambling off to the bedroom. You were joining him a few minutes later, already pulling your pants down your legs along with your panties. “Don’t get any ideas, brats don’t deserve to be touched or cum. You are servicing me tonight. That’s it.” The harshness of your voice had a whimper rip from his throat, his head nodding slowly. 

Contrary to most men, Spencer could spend hours lapping at your cunt. He enjoyed making you feel good, your fingers tangling in his hair while shoving his face deeper into your warmth. He could cum just from that alone. “I’m gonna sit on your face tonight. Got it, pretty boy?” Just from the look on his face, you could tell that he was eager to flick his tongue into your sweetness, having you rock your hips against his face solely to pleasure yourself. “Yes!” He was desperate, head lifting as his eyes were fixated on your bare lower half.

After getting your shirt off and throwing it on the ground along with the small pile of your other clothes. “You know, Spencer.. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted this.” You spoke in a low tone while facing him with a frown, body climbing onto the bed as you were crawling to get situated. With your knees on either side of Spencer’s face, you were glancing down at your boyfriend who had his usual doe eyes that were clouded over with arousal. “You need to listen better, you know. You shouldn’t upset me on purpose.”

Spencer didn’t have time to respond whenever he was face to face with your wet pussy, his hands coming up to hold your hips before gently tugging your lower half onto his mouth. 

His tongue was darting out to flick over your throbbing clit, your fingers tangling into his messy curls while you let your head fall forward with a soft breath. “Fuck, put that mouth to good use.” You spoke, the sinful sounds of suckling filling the room whenever he got the chance to take your bud into his mouth. When he’d pulled off with a pop sound filling the room, he didn't waste time to drag his tongue through your slit, giving himself a taste of what he was so desperate for. “Pretty boy, don’t keep me waiting.” You spoke, which he didn’t need a warning before his tongue was breaching your leaking sex. 

Pistoning his tongue into your sweet cunt, he relished in the feeling of your velvety walls constricting his tongue from the surprise of him getting right to work. He drank every ounce of arousal you gave him, eyes fluttering shut as his moans were muffling against your pussy. His hands were assisting you as you were rocking against the warm muscle working its magic, leaving you desperate for so much more. “Mmm, is this what you wanted? Me to ride that pretty face of yours? You could’ve asked, baby. You didn’t have to get under my skin and get yourself in trouble.” You tsked while glancing down at the fucked out face of your boyfriend underneath you. 

His vigor was making that familiar warmth in your stomach grow, knowing that you were close. Spencer had known your body by now, so as he knew you were close, he was focusing on your clit once more, sucking harshly as he had you letting out curses and sharp gasps as you were desperately rocking your hips against your partner’s face. “I’m gonna cum.” You whispered while both hands were roughly gripping his messy hair.

With a soft cry, it wasn’t long until your creamy arousal was flowing into his mouth, Spencer was eagerly licking up the sweetness as he was letting his head tilt back against the pillow with a deep groan. “Good job, pretty boy.” Your cooing caused a sheepish smile to spread across his face as he blushed.

“Go take a shower.” You hum, crawling off of his face while Spencer was pushing himself to sit up. His eyes were glossed over, his mouth and chin soaked, and his hair was all over the place from her fingers gripping and pulling it. “You look so pretty.” You cooed while making his blush deepen, drunk off of your pussy as he was slowly pushing himself to stand. “Can I please touch myself?” His voice was whiny, filled with need as he stared at you. 

“Nope. I told you, pretty boy, this is a punishment.”

[hunters-vigil]

Her Champion - Mavuika x Kinich's older sister!Reader - Part Five

First Part Previous Part Next Parts on Ao3

request: do you think maybe you can do another one which talks about how the reader is Kinich’s older sister and having an affair with Mavuika?

Warnings: mentions of death and Ajaw taking Kinich's body like a skin when he dies, mentions of past fighting. R is written to be not interested in men~ R is not kind to herself. Swearing too.

Fic under the cut, don't repost my stuff on other platforms, i have ao3 which my fics are also available on (and I'm way more expressive there). AO3 here.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"What's wrong?" Kinich found you sitting near the growing sweetflowers, which had been flattened by you tackling Chasca into the ground. Another thing you needed to make right…

"Where can I find Chasca?"

"Are you going to tackle her again and flatten more of our crops? Maybe don't aim for the berries, neither of us will hear the end of it from Ajaw." Kinich deadpanned, watching your face melt into disgust.

"That almighty headache gives me enough shit as it is, and he plans on using your dead body as a skin- you're not allowed to die before me, you hear me?"

"Tell that to our enemies." Kinich huffed, "Chasca is a peacekeeper from the Flower-Feather Clan, you've fought besides her before, but I know you get tunnel vision while fighting against the abyss."

"Right… don't wait up for me." You declared, Kinich nodding as he headed out in the other direction.

Your destination was Quahuacan Cliff, while Kinich headed in the direction of Toyac Springs. Probably for a job for Mualani or something.

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It was a long walk, especially when you wanted to avoid the stadium, and any sound of an engine revving nearby. Mavuika would need to wait, you needed to make things right with Chasca first. That was the order. Chasca and then Mavuika.

The first person you came across on your path stared at you with an expression you couldn't quite figure out. Luckily for them, they lowered their weapon after you raised yours, staring them down as their eyes landed on your cryo vision.

Avoiding the Masters of the Night-Wind like a plague, you kept heading towards the north until you began to spot hot air balloons in the distance. Qucusaurs flew overhead with their riders eyeing you carefully as you made your way towards their tribe. Glancing up at them, you let your weapon fade into sparkles and disappear… getting into a fight was probably the last thing you needed, even if it drew Chasca out, it's more people to make things even with after.

The bright blue sky was always a familiar sight, qucusaurs continuing to fly about as you glanced up, taking caution in case of that flying gun appearing above your head again…

You usually avoided the tribes unless you really had to go, usually it just meant trying to find Kinich or looking for Xilonen for your weapon repair, but you hadn't done that for a while… you probably should go to the Children of Echoes soon-

"Hi, can I help you with something?" someone called out, having been watching you observing her tribe for a while now, "You're from the Scions of the Canopy, right? I'm Chuychu, are you sick? I don't see any saurians with you for Ifa-"

"Chasca." You cut to the chase, watching as the girl let out a sigh, rolling her eyes.

"Ugh, what did my sister do now?"

"Your sister? She didn't do anything, it was my fault." You stated but the green-eyed girl didn't seem to believe you.

"Can I ask what happened exactly?"

"I'm…" a sigh escaped your lips, "Kinich's sister. Chasca turned up on her flying gun, looking for him at our home, I… felt threatened, and the end result was her being tackled into the plot of growing sweetflowers in our garden."

"You tackled my sister into- but you're not injured?"

"She let me, there was no hostility in her eyes. Even when…" you shivered, ignoring Chuychu's stare as you looked to the side, "is Chasca around? I need to make it right, I owe her that."

"You don't owe me anything. You can consider us even." Chasca cut in, jumping down from wherever she had been eavesdropping on your conversation with her younger sister.

"No-" you began, but Chasca shook her head.

"The Archon came by and explained what happened. We're even, clean slate, don't worry about it."

"Why would the Archon-" Chuychu began, but you were staring at the floor with a frown on your face, your fists clenching and unclenching as you let out a cold breath.

"Uh-"

"I apologise for my hostility and my poor reaction to your arrival at my home when trying to find my brother. It will not happen again. I can only hope that you can forgive me. I will now take my leave." You sounded almost robotic, Chuychu glancing at Chasca when she heard the weirdness of your tone. Her sister only raised an eyebrow however, shaking her head with a sigh. You were a strange one.

"Farewell, Chasca. Chuychu, nice to meet you." You nodded to each of them before turning on your heel and walking away.

"Did she forget we've met before?" Chuychu whispered to her sister, who huffed quietly.

"It seems so, and it confirms what the Archon said." Chasca brushed it off, deciding to walk away again, much to Chuychu's confusion.

"You really not going to tell me what the Archon told you?"

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Mavuika spoke to Chasca. Mavuika spoke to Chasca before you could make it right. Now everything feels weird. It's not like you can talk to Kinich about it either, he's busy doing whatever he does. He's with his friends.

You don't have those. You haven't had those since before-

Just thinking about your parents puts a sour taste in your mouth, shaking your head as if it would shake the thoughts from your mind. Now what? How could you face Mavuika after all of this?

Running your hands down your face, you tried to wipe the image of Mavuika's face from your mind. Why was she haunting your thoughts too much?

[superbtiti]

Word count: 1.4k

Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki

A/n: should I write a part 2? (Part 2 out) Anyway enjoy 🫶🏾

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"Can you guys just shut up for one second?" my voice snapped through their noise like a whip. I shot each one of them a sharp glare, my gaze like a knife to their throats.

"Fuck..." I kissed my teeth.

"Y'all giving me a headache..." a frustrated sigh left my mouth, my foot continuously tapping the ground.

They all fell silent after the sudden snap, even Bakugo, who rarely listens to people, kept his mouth quiet. The suffocating silence was broken by the soft, tinny elevator music.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply in an attempt to steady myself. My patience was seemingly thin, exhausted from the intense training session we just completed that had drained every ounce of energy from my body. Being cramped in an elevator with the three boys, whose personalities clash like fire, water, and earth, is definitely not what I am in need of right now.

"Sorry..." Izuku murmured behind me, his voice barely audible.

I opened my eyes and turned my attention to them. Izuku stared at me sympathetically; his hand never stopped fidgeting. Todoroki shifted slightly, keeping his gaze lowered on the ground. "Apologies," his voice monotone, a surprising hint of sincerity.

Bakugo kept his hands in his pockets and avoided my gaze, probably mumbling some dumb shit under his breath.

'Ding.'

We arrive at our destined floor, the elevator doors open. "Whatever," I breathe out, exiting the cramped space.

I slowly walk through the hallway of Endeavor's agency, the echoed footsteps signaling me that the others were following me.

Furthermore, I pushed the door open to the conference room, where we are to meet up to discuss our training progress.

Greeted with a massive screen glowing ominously on the far wall. I took a seat near the center of the table, the others hesitantly sat next to me, Todoroki on my left, his calm presence refreshing after the tension in the elevator, Izuku on my right with his notebook out and ready to scribble, and Bakugo slouched into his seat across from me, the expression on his face saying 'fuck off' loud and clear to anyone who dared to say something.

The heavy tension is visible to other bystanders, like an unwelcome guest.

Endeavor enters the room a moment later. "Alright, children," he began, his tone sharp.

"We're going to go over today's training session. Pay close attention to your performance footage. I want you to identify at least three areas for improvement."

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. After hours of laborious training, the last thing I wanted was to sit through footage of every mistake I'd already replayed in my head a hundred times. But Endeavor didn't care about what we wanted—only what we needed to improve.

The screen started displaying our recent exercise. Izuku glided through our training field, dodging attacks, while Bakugo blasted his way through, activating most of the traps and disabling us on his way. Todoroki blocked the explosion thanks to his ice abilities.

Then my own performance came up. I watched myself make mistakes and waste precious time, which only fueled my aggravation and frustration. The unwanted comments of Endeavor not assisting.

"You were too slow there," he let out. "And in lack of critical thinking, we cannot afford such disheveled actions. The time wasted would have been major and could cost a civilian their life in a real situation," he addressed.

The old man does nothing but comment on everything I do, no matter how hard I try, to the point I don't sleep at night to study for the next day. Will he ever be satisfied with what I have to give?

"What an asshat," I muttered, just loud enough for the others to hear. Endeavor's glare cut through me like fire, sharp and burning. I sighed, forcing myself to sit up straighter. "Apologies," I said, though the sarcasm in my voice didn't go unnoticed.

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The room dimmed as the screen continued displaying clips of our earlier session. His attention on his performance, Izuku's muttering returned in full force, jotting in his notebook, the sound of his pen scratching the surface of his book aggravatingly. Bakugo, on the other hand, leaned back into his seat, arms crossed while observing his own.

"Izuku," my voice cut sharp, "quit mumbling, it's distracting."

"My bad," he acknowledged, lowering his voice.

"Oi," Bakugo hissed from across the table. "If you’re gonna nag, how about you keep it down as well, huh?"

I shot him a glare. "How about you mind your business and take this seriously."

"Take this seriously?" His voice rose, catching the attention of others. "I don't need your lecture when you’ve been moody and unpredictable since morning, princess. And besides, I already know I’m better than you all."

I huffed. "Coulda fooled me. Your so-called 'superiority' caused you to trigger half of the damn traps in the field." I shot back, leaning forward as if it would get my point across more.

The corner of Todoroki's mouth twitched, and I could've sworn he was suppressing a smirk. "Careful, Bakugo," Todoroki chimed in, his voice calm but cutting. "Your temper's showing again."

"Shut it, Icy Hot!" Bakugo snapped, slamming his hands on the table. "You wanna say that again?!"

"Someone's getting heated," I commented provocatively.

"Can we not do this right now?" Izuku complained

"Enough!" Endeavor commanded, his sharp tone silencing the brewing argument. "If you can't keep quiet, you'll be running the course again—together. Am I clear?"

"Hell nah."

"Over my body."

"I'd rather not."

The three of us grumbled varying acknowledgments, izuku remained silent, sinking back into our seats as the instructor resumed the debriefing.

__________

After what felt like an eternity, the meeting finally ended. I stretched as I stood, the stiffness in my shoulders easing slightly. The boys stalled near the exit, clearly waiting for me.

"I'm heading back to the dorms," I informed them.

"Me too," Izuku added. "Need to review some notes."

"Ima go get some food. Careful not to choke on your nerd shit." Bakugo turned away, stepping toward the exit with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Seriously?" I let out an annoyed groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Can't you just shut the fuck up and not insult people everywhere you go?"

He stopped mid-step, turning to glare at me.

"You’ve got a bad mouth, princess. Do you think you’re better than me? And besides, keeps things interesting." he sneered, stepping closer.

My face scrunched up in distaste. "Not every damn thing is a competition." The words shot out of my mouth laced with venom. "How about you start working as a team? Maybe then you'll notice how much of a liability you are," I snapped back, meeting his gaze head-on.

"Good luck with that," Todoroki muttered.

Bakugo’s eyes widened, his hand sparking faintly with explosions.

"Liability?! Say that again, and I'll blow your shit up!"

"Blow me up. I fucking dare you," I countered, my tone daring and condescending.

"Stop this buffoonery, at once!"

Endeavor yelled, fumes steaming from his head. His aggravation and vexation were clear to every living being near his radius, flames emitting from his body. The room turned dead quiet, all eyes snapped to him.

"I can't believe how childish and insolent you are behaving! All of you are far from representing the heroes of our near future," his voice railed through the hallways, his fiery aura intensifying with each word. "I am far from pleased with your actions today, both individually and as a team on the field."

Bakugo clicked his tongue, shoving his hands back in his pockets. Todoroki quietly glared at his father, while Izuku shifted uncomfortably, his gaze falling to the ground.

I swallowed hard, my throat clenching as my mouth ran dry.

Endeavor let out a heavy sigh, the flames on his body dimming slightly. "If this behavior continues, none of you will be fit to graduate, let alone work in the professional hero field. Learn to control yourselves and act like the heroes you claim to want to be."

With that, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving the four of us in an uncomfortable silence.

Bakugo was the first to break it, muttering, "Tch. Whatever." He stormed out, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

I clenched my fists, the tension in my chest building up as my eyes started to sting, tears threatening to fall.

"I got you," a soft voice said from beside me. I felt a hand on my back, providing me with an all-too-familiar sense of comfort. I turned slightly to meet Izuku's gaze.

"Let's go back to the dorms."

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[theladyofbloodshed]

Chapter 34

One more chapter and an epilogue <3 (this is a sad chapter)

The field lay in ruins. Corpses – their own and Hybern’s – were spread across the muddy plain. Arrows jutted from limbs, blood and gore soaked through each court’s uniforms so they were united in a rusty red. The soldiers from Hybern who hadn’t been quick enough to winnow away were being rounded up for questioning.

Azriel would take stock of it later. Would stop and measure the magnitude of what they had done once his mate was in his own arms.

He was barely holding himself together. Feyre offering him the memory of what she saw through the Cauldron’s power had nearly broken him. Only Rhysand’s hand clamping around his upper arm to follow him where he winnowed stopped Azriel from inciting further bloodshed.

Carranam.

It was unheard of. A bond so rare – so deadly in cases – that even mates weren’t prepared to try. How had Eris known that Nesta was his Carranam?

Not his. Never his.

The Autumn Court had no tents. They’d arrived too late, already in the thick of the fighting, to prepare them. Where was Eris?

Azriel’s breathing was a wet rasp. His wings screamed in protest with every moment. There were cuts on his body that needed seeing to, some more pressing than others. He’d broken ribs, gashed open his ear. None of it mattered. Not until Nesta was with him.

‘Can’t your shadows-’

‘They are searching for her,’ he ground out before Rhys could finish.

A number of the Vanserra brothers were already winnowing away their army back to their golden oak-covered lands. If Eris had dared to take Nesta... If he thought in some way that a Carranam bond meant more than a mating bond…

‘There,’ said Rhys gently. He pointed towards a clearing by the edge of the trees where Helion stood near Eris, blocking Azriel’s view.

Azriel forced his power to rally and winnowed them both to close the gap.

‘Get your hands off of her,’ Azriel snarled.

Nesta was unconscious in Eris’ arms. The flush upon her cheeks made his stomach knot. Golden light swirled around her body from Helion’s healing gifts.

‘She has delved too deeply into her power. And another’s,’ said Helion with a knowing look to Eris. ‘She will live, but her body is exhausted.’

Rhysand’s grip on his arm hurt. His high lord dug his fingers into Azriel’s skin like blunted blades to anchor himself.

‘Put. Her. Down.’

Eris gave an easy smile, one a snake might wear. ‘Nesta and I are Carranam. She will be returning to my court where she belongs.’

A shield shot between them – the violet edges a tell-tale sign that it belonged to Rhys.

‘Nesta belongs in the Night Court,’ his high lord stated.

Eris gestured to the cut across Nesta’s palm. Many had seen their display against the king. Whether others would realise that Eris had shared his power with Nesta was another headache to be solved later. All Azriel wanted was his mate in his own arms.

Azriel said through clenched teeth, ‘Did you have to cut her palm so deeply?’

Blood still dripped from it. Eris hadn’t bothered binding it. He’d hurt her. Ran a knife across her skin.

He was practically vibrating with anger. His mate had chosen to die. Had spent a night with him, knowing she would walk into the arms of death the next day. And she would have done it alone. She’d deceived them all to face the king. The image of her being thrown by his magic, the bruises on her face-

Her blood drip, drip, dripped onto the earth.

‘Az.’

‘Give me my fucking mate.’

The colour drained from Eris’ face at the shadows poised to strike him, shield or not. Even Helion stepped away, his magic recoiling with him. He felt the grip of Rhys on his arm release as Eris carefully lowered Nesta upon the soft grass too.

Azriel had one singular focus. He didn’t care for Rhysand’s words advising him not to be rash. Nor Helion’s advice about her magic.

The moment that he cradled Nesta into his arms, he winnowed back to the Town House.

This was the female he loved. The one he wanted to spend his whole life with.

And he was so fucking angry with her.

Fuck the Carranam bond. Nesta had laid in his arms, knowing she was going to wriggle away from the others and offer herself as a sacrifice. Did she think her life meant so little? That it could be easily thrown away?

Azriel wouldn’t live if she died. There could be no future without her.

Even with fury roaring in his blood, Azriel did his due diligence as her mate and stripped off her spoiled, blood-soaked leathers. Her knees were bruised and a nasty-looking one spread across her ribs. They had matching breaks then. He washed her hands first then bound the cut on her hand, tying it tight to cut off the flow. Nesta’s hair was darkened by blood, so he held her over the bath and did his best to wash it before cleaning the rest of her body.

His anger refused to soften even as he tucked her into bed and stroked her face. Azriel’s mind began to wander. Had she done it to get away from him? Was it a punishment because he’d gone to fight with damaged wings? Was Nesta trying to give him a taste of his own medicine?

Quick steps sounded down the corridor and Azriel braced himself for whoever it might be.

Rhysand loomed in the doorway.

‘Az, I need you back there.’

‘No.’

‘It is your duty to-’

‘No,’ he snarled. His thumb brushed against Nesta’s fingers. ‘I don’t care, Rhys. This is my most important duty. I will be at my mate’s side until she is well.’

Rhys’ shoulders slumped. There was blood and mud splattered up his face. ‘Az, we have a mountain to manage. Cass is heading to Illyria to let families of fallen soldiers know. I need to manage Hybern’s soldiers and speak with the other high lords. I need you.’

‘No.’

‘Feyre and Elain are going to burn their father’s body in lieu of a funeral. Nesta should be there.'

The burning anger inside of Azriel’s chest threatened to loosen itself on his high lord. ‘Can’t you fucking see she’s unconscious?’

Rhys stepped back, wariness widening his eyes. Slowly, he said, ‘I expect you at my side, Azriel.’

‘Don’t pull rank on me. If it was Feyre laying here, nobody would cleave you from her side. Do not expect me to desert my mate.’

For a short while longer, Rhysand lingered then departed with a wearied sigh. Any other time and Azriel would be right at his side. There were more important places for Azriel to be now.

Even when the others returned, late into the night, Azriel did not move from Nesta’s side. She remained unconscious, her breathing slow but even. He allowed Madja to enter the room and check her over. A nudge of her magic would help her to heal quicker. The others knew better than to invite him to join them downstairs where the most expensive barrels of wine had been brought out to celebrate. He was in no mood to celebrate. Azriel had almost lost everything.

For two days, Azriel remained steadfast beside his mate’s side. She stirred a handful of times, but remained deeply sleeping for most of it. He stole fragments of sleep whenever his head slumped for too long. His shadows turned traitor and instead of pricking him to keep him awake, they allowed him to rest for longer than he wanted. Nobody could move him from Nesta’s side: not Morrigan, as much as she pleaded; not Rhys or Feyre trying issue orders; and certainly not Lucien who had likely been sent in as a radical choice to offer information about Eris and the Continent as bait. Azriel would not be moved.

His anger softened. The sharp edges were rubbed smooth.

With every hour that ticked by, Azriel’s anger morphed into sorrow. He couldn’t imagine the burden that had been upon Nesta’s shoulders – the target that Hybern had painted on her back for protecting her sister. The fear that must have gripped her in those moments where she lured the king to her. She was selfless, reckless, and brave. Azriel stroked a length of her soft hair. As much as he despised Eris Vanserra, if the male hadn’t shown up then Nesta would be dead. He didn’t like to owe a debt to any, much less the Autumn Court heir – but when it came to Nesta, there was nothing that Azriel wouldn’t give, wouldn’t owe to protect her.

On the third night, she woke groggily, grasping at her throat. Carefully, Azriel trickled water onto Nesta’s tongue. She ended up drinking most of the jug before blinking heavily at him and settling back down onto the pillows, a hand clinging to him.

***

There were wounds inside of Nesta’s heart that she would never recover from. Her extended sleep had only worsened them. When she woke again, at the dawn, Azriel set to running a shallow bath for her and requesting food from the wraiths.

They went through the motions of him caring for her as she slowly settled back into her body. It felt foreign and wrong.

Nesta did not want to be here.

Not in this house.

Not with these people.

None of it.

For every invitation to join them for dinner, to drink with them in the lounge, Nesta refused. Azriel took her lead and acted as a buffer to her sisters’ requests even though he’d press her on the refusal. Nesta wouldn’t give him an answer. She couldn’t tell him that she hated herself. Hated how many lives she’d ended in the war with a stroke of her power. Hated that she was bound in some way to Eris and not wholly Azriel’s anymore. Hated closing her eyes and seeing the lights spark out from her father’s eyes as his neck was snapped. Hated to think that she could lose Azriel one day. It was better to close down and push him away. It would hurt less when she lost him if he hated her.

After a week of her hibernation, Azriel tried to tempt her outside. He offered the library which she refused and even a tea shop that she liked in Velaris, but she refuted that idea too. Each time that she rejected his ideas, Nesta saw his face fall a little more. She had to keep cracking him bit by bit then he’d realise she wasn’t worth his time. He’d find somebody better, somebody brighter, who could give him what Nesta couldn’t.

‘We’ve been in this room a long time,’ he said gently. Azriel reached to run a finger down her arm but Nesta moved from his path. Each night, he’d lay beside her in the bed but she’d toss his arm off repeatedly until he stopped trying.

‘And what is that meant to mean?’

He looked towards the window where twilight was settling in outside.

‘Fresh air might help.’

Nesta’s nostrils flared as she stood. She hauled the window open so that a strong wind blew in – and with it the promise of autumn arriving. ‘Fresh air.’

She hoped to see his eyes darken. For his siphons to pulse with warning so that she could have confirmation that she was pushing him to his limits. Nesta wanted Azriel far from someone like her.

He stood and closed the window, blocking off the howl of the wind. ‘You understand exactly what I mean.’

‘If you want fresh air then leave. Nobody has asked you to be at my side morning and night. It is unwanted.’

He had a way of emptying himself. Azriel kept his expression perfectly vacant. He was too difficult to read. Even his shadows sat still behind him.

‘I am here because I love you. Because I am your mate.’

‘I don’t want you here,’ she hissed.

‘Madja has agreed that you are well enough to try and use your magic again.’

‘I have no magic,’ she protested. It was a lie. It swirled and ached inside of her. Eris’ own magic had entered her body, scorching the veins in its wake. She was different because of it. Her magic thrashed at the sides of its cage, desperate to practise its new facets.

In an even voice, Azriel replied, ‘I will leave tonight, but you will have Elain or Feyre here in my stead.’

‘I didn’t realise I needed a nurse maid.’

‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘Because I don’t know what you might do if you are alone.’

Nesta’s heart gave a sorrowful lurch. ‘Leave me alone.’

He did as she asked, but within a minute, perhaps less, Feyre entered her bedroom. Her sister’s presence was maybe worse than Azriel’s. He was at least content to let her sit in silence or read. Feyre did not stop with her never-ending stream of questions or narrations. She talked of their father, of the funeral where she turned his body to ash, and it took all of Nesta’s strength not to scream at her sister to be quiet.

And so it was.

If Azriel wasn’t occupying the chair in her room, it was Elain or Feyre. Nesta stopped responding to them. Stopped answering their questions. She only ate when Azriel loomed over her and threatened to feed her like an infant if she didn’t hold the fork herself.

The war had ruined her. Every day became harder and harder to push herself through.

When Feyre one day snatched her hand unexpectedly, Nesta had no time to ask what she was doing before they arrived in her favoured tea shop. Azriel was already there, her favourite tea brewed and waiting for her.

Nesta couldn’t give him hope. There was something rotten inside of her. It would ruin him if she let him in.

Like an insolent child, Nesta sat upon the chair opposite Azriel and refused to drink her tea. She folded her arms across her chest and stared at him. She ignored his quiet utterings, pleading with her to drink. Ignored Feyre’s bubbly chatter. They had tried to ambush her – but Nesta was an unstoppable force of stubbornness. They would not find her malleable.

The further two attempts at integrating her back into society were as disastrous. One had been to swap her bed mate to Cassian who she had easily managed to grind down by making a grab for his wings multiple times until he relented and backed off. The second had been to bring the dinner to her room including all eight members of the household. From the wary expression that Azriel wore, she knew it had not been his idea to invade her personal space – and he was the one who ended it by ushering them all out.

‘I just want to help you,’ he said, the stress of the last three weeks beginning to weigh on him. There were bags beneath his eyes. On the nights that he stayed in her room, he no longer assumed a place in the bed. He’d bring a blanket to sleep on the floor or the chair, but he rarely slept. He had been harder to push away than Nesta thought. He was as stubborn as she was.

‘I do not want your help. I do not need it.’

‘Then what do you need?’ He pleaded.

To hurt him. To push him away for good, Nesta had to aim low at wounds that hadn’t healed for him.

‘I want Eris.’

The words landed. A vindictive part of her wished she’d used his name sooner. It made Azriel’s wings flare. All seven of his siphons rippled with colour.

‘I want to be with Eris. He is my Carranam.’

‘You don’t even know what it is.’

‘He is mine,’ she said, knowing that each word would hurt him. ‘He will train my magic then we-’

‘You’ve sworn to the Mother a dozen times that you have no magic,’ he said swiftly, cutting into her speech.

There was one wound left. One last way to make Azriel bleed so that he was as repulsed by her as he should be.

‘I want to be with Eris because he is the son of a high lord. He is what I deserve. And you...' she fumbled. 'You’re just…’

The words lodged themselves in her throat. Nesta couldn’t do it.

‘Say it,’ he said softly.

Nesta ground her teeth together and held her chin up.

‘No,’ Azriel murmured. ‘Say what you want to say, Nesta. Tell me what I am.’

Her whole body gave an involuntary tremble.

In silence, Azriel pulled a bag from beneath the bed and began sweeping through her clothing, throwing it into the bag. The three books that she had on the bedside table were tossed on top along with a spare pair of shoes. Azriel wrapped and arm around Nesta then threw her over his shoulder. The dig of his bony shoulder made her stomach ache. She smacked his back – tried to scratch his wings – as he manoeuvred her through the bedroom and down the stairs.

Her hissing and spitting like a cat roused Feyre who darted from the office downstairs.

‘Put her down,’ she demanded.  

Azriel ignored her and continued striding through the house with Nesta hauled over his shoulder.

‘Azriel, what the fuck are you doing?’

He exited the Town House.

‘I’m her mate,’ he said. ‘I’ll decide what’s best for her.’

Nesta sucked in a breath as shadows wrapped around them, disfiguring her vision.

When they stopped, a cold wind blew through her hair.

She recognised the wooden cabin at once. The wildflowers which had been as high as her thighs last time she’d visited were brown and wilting as the summer waned. Stars were scattered through the early evening sky.

She couldn’t be here.

‘Take me back,’ she begged.

Azriel gently set her onto her feet. ‘No.’

‘I don’t want to be here.’

The front door opened and light flooded through the gap.

She scrambled to find purchase on his chest. ‘Please. Take me back to Velaris. I'll be better. Please.’

Azriel’s hands settled on her arms, pinning them to her sides. It wasn’t anger in his expression. Nesta wished it was. No, Azriel looked utterly defeated.

His mother met them quickly, concern pulling her dark brows together.

‘Nesta isn’t doing well,’ he said bluntly. ‘The city isn’t a good place for her.’

Rovena nodded in sympathetic understanding. A warm hand stroked between her shoulder blades and it took all of Nesta’s strength not to break into a sob from the touch alone.

Without a further word, Azriel turned and walked a handful steps away before winnowing into nothing.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Fallen Order request is Sink for @armageddon-is-light-after-dark

“Cal.”

“Shh.”

“Cal!”

“Shh, Greez, I’m trying to concentrate!”

“I’m gonna die. We’re gonna die! I knew I never, ever, should’ve left the ship!”

Cal looks over at him. He’s sinking – they’re both sinking – into quicksand. Slowly, yes, but sinking, nonetheless. Actually, Greez is definitely sinking faster due to the amount of flailing and wailing he’s doing. BD’s not around to get help because he decided to go into town with Cere and Merrin. Cere wanted a head start by heading out early – something about the best caf blend deals only being available early in the day. Merrin went along because she was awake and eager to explore. Cal had taken the rare opportunity to sleep in (sleep in, poke at his lightsaber on the workbench, what’s the difference?) and Greez opted to finish some maintenance prior to the two of them following Cere, BD, and Merrin. And what happened on their way to the market?

They somehow wandered off the jungle path and into quicksand. Actual, real-life quicksand. It’s giving Cal very, very bad memories Bracca, but now is not the time for old traumas to consume him.

Sand is a lot drier than oil pits after all.

Cal needs to get them out, or at the very least he needs to get Greez out so Greez can go for help. It is surprisingly cold in the sand, and Cal isn’t in any kind of rush to experience hypothermia again, and he definitely doesn’t want to learn what it feels like to choke to death on sand.

“Cal!” Greez wails.

Alright. There’s only one thing for it. He’ll have to lift Greez out, then Greez can go for help. Easy. Simple. “I got it. Just calm down.”

Finesse is where Cal still lacks training, as far as the Force is concerned. Throw stuff, pull stuff, fine. Intricate work, like make enough space in the tightly packed sand to free Greez and lift him? That’s trickier. But Cal understands the physics of it, and the Force is there, helping him to create enough space around Greez’s sinking body to lift him free. He feels a distinct pop, and then Greez’s relief and delight as he’s lifted free. Cal returns to himself, and sees in his distraction his own body has sunk a little lower.

Greez isn’t going to have time to get Cere and Merrin.

Okay. Okay, he can do this. It’s fine. There’s nothing nearby he can use to haul himself out, no convenient vines he can grab. He’s going to have to make enough space in the sand around him and work his way free.

“This isn’t how I pictured our day going,” Greez says.

“Nope, me neither.” Cal chuckles. “Can’t wait to explain it to the others.”

“How about we don’t? You get us out, we go back to the ship, shower, and then just head into town like everything’s fine?”

“Cere will know. You’re a terrible liar.”

“I’m a terrible liar! Me? Your face goes as red as your hair when you try lying. It makes no sense to me, kid. You’re an absolute card shark, but the second you try to keep something from someone else, you light up.”

It’s the truth, and everyone who knows Cal knows it. Instead of responding, he uses the Force to give his legs enough space to kick, kick, kick his way free, slowly, so slowly, until he’s close enough to solid ground to pull himself free. Greez gives him a sandy hug before Cal can flop onto his back.

“We’re never gonna live this one down, are we?” he asks.

“Nope.” Cal rubs his head. He’s going to need something for this headache.

When they do get to town much (much) later, showered and changed, and find Cere, Merrin and BD at a small café, Cere points at two empty chairs. “Tell us everything.”

[lendmyboyfriendahand]

More in the AU where Elrond and Elros are 16 years old rather than 6 when Sirion is sacked. Tag is "older kidnap fam fic" for previous installments

Elrond wakes up draped over the rump of a horse.

Not, to be clear, his own warhorse. His faithful stallion is being ridden by one of the few remaining warriors of the Gap, the great cavalry of the Noldor, who will be able to keep her seat regardless of what the horse tries.

Elrond isn't initially sure who is riding the horse that he's been set over like a sack of baggage. His arms are stretched out past his head, tied wrists dangling toward the ground, and his ankles are tied as well, tighter than the hobble that he had while walking. He can't see anything but horse flank.

Elrond wriggles around to try and get a better view, and someone notices.

"Lord Maedhros, it seems your guest is awake."

Maedhros pushes down the middle of Elrond's lower back to pin him more surely to the horse. "Lie still. If you fall off while riding in formation you're liable to get stepped on by the next horse, even if the rider wished to avoid you."

"I know how to ride properly."

"Yes, I saw that you were quite skilled when you killed my soldiers, which is why you're staying right there."

"Could I at least sit upright, even if I have to ride behind someone else like an infant?"

"Maybe tomorrow, if you give your word not to escape."

"I'm not stupid enough to try and bargain with you again, after you broke your word about setting us free from the cellar."

"I never said I'd set you free, I said I'd leave the city and wouldn't kill you. Sirion crumbled in the first assault, but I did no more damage after taking you and your brother into custody. If they're smart enough to repair the castle first, everyone should be able to keep warm this winter."

"And if they focus instead on burying their dead, or rebuilding their houses, or rescuing their kidnapped princes?"

"Who knows? But I'm not king of even the Noldor anymore, and the people of Sirion are not my responsibility."

"You would just let them die?" Elrond wanted to glare at the Feanorian, and nearly slipped backwards off the horse as he tried to sit up.

Maedhros caught Elrond deftly by the bound wrists and pulled him back into place. "Next time you do that, I'll let you fall"

"So you don't actually intend to even spare my life."

"I agreed to spare you, not to save you . None here will harm you, but I won't rescue you from consequences of childish stupidity, no more than I will rescue Sirion from winter. If you would rather bash your head open rather than remain my captive, I am not so cruel as to deny you that escape."

Elrond had nothing to say to that topic, as his first retort about more palatable escapes seemed likely just to enrage his captor, as did any question about cutting off hands. "Where's Elros? Was he at least left back in Sirion?" Elrond wanted his brother to be safe, and his people to have a leader with his mother drowned. But he, selfishly, also did to want to be alone with the kinslayers.

"He's here as well, don't worry. Nornmalo has him, and I trust him not to torture a prisoner, despite what it may sound like."

"The moans of pain might be a headache, he drank rather a lot of beer while we were trapped."

Maedhros laughed. "Well, a hungover child soldier. He will at least bother Nornmalo less with questions."

"Could I give him something to soothe the headache? I know a bit of healing."

"No. A headache won't kill him, and he'll get water when we stop same as you."

They stopped only once that day, to water the horses at a stream. Elros was pulled down from the saddle - feet first, luckily, though he still landed in a heap - and his hands untied. Maedhros tossed him a canteen, and said "if you need to piss, now's the best time. You won't get piss all over the horse or your clothes, and we're downstream of the rest of the company."

"My legs are still tied."

"The ropes low enough you should be able to unfasten your belt."

"Are you going to watch me the whole time?"

"Until I find another guard, yes."

Elrond drinks little enough water to avoid the issue, for the moment.

When it's time to ride again, Elrond puts up a fight about having his arms tied again. That just gets Maedhros pinning his face in the dirt while a soldier ties the rope.

Elrond is slung back on the horse like a parcel.

They stop again just before sunset to make camp.

Elrond's hands are untied again for dinner.

The food is simple, waybread and water, and Elrond wonders if he should mention that Men need to eat more than once a day.

Far more exciting than the food though is the figure dropped on the grass next to him, clutching his own canteen and waybread.

"Elros!"

"Elrond! By Ulmo, you're alright!"

"I am, just a bit bruised from the horse. You?"

"Here's something for your healer's notes: do not put people with hangovers upside down for hours. I must have thrown up a dozen times."

"That's terrible! Maybe we can ask-"

At that point the guard tells them to hurry up, they'll be taken to where they're sleeping in ten minutes regardless of how much dinner they've had. Elrond and Elros focus on eating.

They are not, apparently, going to be sleeping near each other. "Too much chance to plot."

The Feanorian soldiers have tents. Some of them share, some of them have their own. A few soldiers have tents obviously designed for two or three that they go into alone.

The horses stolen from Sirion are tied to a picket line. It's loped through the reins, but one person untying the end would let all the horses scatter.

The horses the Feanorians rode into town on are not tied at all. They are loyal old warhorses, and will not flee from orcs in the distance. If wolves do sneak past the guards into the camp, better for the horses to run, and come back at their masters' call when the danger is passed.

Elrond, by contrast, is tied to a tree trunk. His hands are tied in front of him rather than behind, and his legs are unbound. Maedhros's brother - and Elrond learned from a careless remark that their is only the one left - even tossed a blanket over Elrond's legs, to guard against the chill of the night air.

It is the most freedom of movement Elrond has had all day, but that's saying little.

He is stuck sitting up, feeling every root and rock underneath him, unable to reach his hands back to where the rope is tied behind the tree.

Elrond sleeps poorly, stirring at every noise, whether it's a guard on their rounds or an owl hooting its warning.

In the morning, Elrond is given a breakfast of water and waybread again.

Maedhros says "You know it would be suicidal to flee, alone in the wilderness, yes?" and lets Elrond ride behind him sitting up.

Elrond's hands are still bound, and a rope leads passed Maedhros to the saddle horn. If he fell off, he better hope he can keep pace with a cantering horse, or else be dragged on the ground.

Elrond stays on the horse. He figures out his balance well enough to turn, and sees Elros riding similarly.

Thing continue like this for over a week, until they reach Amon Ereb.

[gravehags]

my blood is singing with your voice - the beatrice edit

Pairing: Aurora x f!OC

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: aurora being a crafty little ghoul, flower meanings, blood drinking, scissoring, semi-public sex, angst at the beginning and end i am sorry to say

Words: 3,418

Summary: Flowers are a romantic gesture, Beatrice thinks. What they lead to is quite something unexpected.

a/n: i have a horrible headache but wanted to get this up so enjoy :)

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When Phantom finally departs her quarters the next day, Beatrice grabs him by the front of his shirt and gives him a soft, lingering kiss in her doorway while blatantly ignoring the sibling walking by giving a disgusted look at the show of affection.

“Thank you,” he finally says when the two of them pull apart, “last night was great.”

Beatrice nods, fidgeting with the clasps on his vest and reaches her arms around him for a tight hug. When they finally pull back, Phantom cups her face in his beautiful hands, fingers brushing against her flushed, freckled cheeks.

“You are so special,” he murmurs, gazing down at her, “and you don’t even know.”

Something twists a little in her stomach, and that uneasy feeling she’s been having for a while now is back.

“What does that even mean?” she asks suddenly, reaching up to grab and lower his hands, simply holding them in hers. “You guys keep saying that to me but like…how? Why? I don’t…”

Phantom cocks his head to the side but remains silent.

“…I don’t get it. I don’t see it.”

“I can’t tell you,” Phantom murmurs, squeezing her hands, “not yet. It’s not my place. You only have to wait a little longer, I promise.”

“A little longer ‘til what?” Beatrice asks, but Phantom is kissing her hands and pulling away already, leaving her standing in the doorway. He waves at her before rounding the corner out of sight and she gives him a half-hearted wave in return. After she shuts her door and Beatrice is struck by the feeling of how alone she is, tears slowly begin to slide down her cheeks. She feels as if she’s being strung along, used, and no one will give her a straight answer. When her tears begin to fall more freely and sobs heave her chest, she collapses on the floor next to her bed.

It takes two days to shake off most of what is bothering her and return to her duties. Once again, Sister Marguerite intercedes on Beatrice’s behalf and explains that she is “out of sorts” to the head librarian and Papa Nihil. The librarian she knew would be kind about it but she doesn’t want to know what sort of things Nihil said about her and her absence and Marguerite keeps that information to herself. On the morning of the third day, Beatrice gets ready and opens the door to her quarters to head out. What sits on the floor in front of her door baffles her.

Inside a wrapping of simple brown paper is an abundance of beautiful and brightly colored flowers. When she picks them up and brings them to her nose, the smell is fresh and heady. She can only recognize a couple of them: orange roses, red tulips, and some kind of lily but there are others she is not familiar with. Confused, Beatrice looks up and down the hall to see if anyone is lingering who might have left them or who might know who left them but the corridor is empty. There’s no tag or note pinned to the bouquet to give her a hint but one thing she knows absolutely for sure: these flowers came from Papa Primo’s garden. Closing her door, the sister makes her way down to the ground floor to where she knows the old papa will be tending to his flowers and herbs with other siblings.

The gardens of the abbey are vast and beautiful, and Beatrice regrets that she’s only spent a small amount of time working in them. Various siblings are hunched over vegetable patches assessing growth while others are pruning beautiful and fragrant varieties of flowers. She finally spots Papa Primo, wearing a sunhat over his long white hair and bent over at the waist to breathe in the scent of a large, pale purple rose. When he sees her, he straightens and smiles. Beatrice has always liked Papa Primo - working with him when he holds mass is always a delight and he’s soft spoken and kind. And his talent for growing things is positively unmatched, which she admires deeply. When she approaches him he holds out his arms to give her a light embrace.

“Ah Sorella Beatrice, so nice to see your pretty face. You’ve escaped the library, then? Come to put your hands in some earth, eh?”

She smiles and gestures with her chin down to the abundant bouquet in her hands.

“Actually Papa, I have a little mystery that I think I could use your help in solving.”

He looks down at the bundle in her arms and a little smile spreads across his wrinkled face.

“Bellissima,” he says, holding his hands out, “may I?”

Beatrice nods and passes the flowers to Primo which he looks down at thoughtfully. She explains to him how she found them outside her quarters this morning and how the selection in the bouquet seems odd. 

“I know they come from your garden because where else would someone get flowers so beautiful? I just don’t know who they’re from or…what they might mean? I can only recognize a few of them, nothing more.”

He preens a little at her compliment before letting out a thoughtful noise.

“This is indeed an unusual collection of blooms,” he says, nodding, “I believe whoever gifted them to you is trying to tell you something.”

“Oh?” Beatrice says, crossing her arms, “Like those Victorian flower meanings?”

“Sì, sì,” he replies and uses a long finger to point out different flowers, “this…this is calla lily. She represents beauty. And this, as you know, is an orange rose. Beautiful, no? She means desire. These delightful little pink and purple flowers are sweet pea - they represent ah…blissful pleasures.”

The sister blushes, pointing at another grouping of small white flowers on abundant green stems.

“And these? And the red tulip?”

“These small beauties are called savory and I believe they indicate interest. And the red tulip represents deep passion. It would seem, sorella, that you have caught someone’s eye. And from what I hear these days, you’ve caught many eyes, hm?”

Beatrice blushes a deeper shade than the tulips. Sathanas, does everyone know about her on-going trysts with the ghouls? Perhaps it would explain the ire with which a great deal of the siblings treat her, not to mention how several of them in the garden are regarding her now. Primo watches her quietly for a moment before handing the bouquet back to her.

“Ignore them, dolcezza,” he says as if reading her mind, “ignore them and I will tell you who picked this beautiful selection for you, sì?”

Beatrice’s head snaps up and her eyes meet his.

“You knew all along?” she asks in a hushed, exasperated voice.

“Eh, it was more fun to make a game out of it for you,” he says, shrugging with a smile. “I will tell you that a certain little ghoul came to me with the desire to create something so exquisite it would capture your attention immediately. I daresay it worked.”

“Little ghoul?” Beatrice says, confused, before it dawns on her a moment later who he means.

Aurora.

“She’s quite taken with you,” Primo says, looking down fondly upon her. “And she wanted me to tell you she is waiting for you by the pond near the woods.”

The redhead’s jaw drops a little. ��I…I can’t, I have duties to attend to–”

“Let me take care of that,” Papa says, waving his hand dismissively, “if Nihil has a problem with your absence from mass he can take it up with me, sì?”

A rush of affection makes her want to throw her arms around the aging Papa, but she settles for squeezing his forearm and thanking him profusely. With a newfound spring in her step, Beatrice leaves the garden and begins to head for the large pond on the abbey property. It’s a beautiful day, the sun warms her skin and hair as she passes through the orchards. The view that opens up to her always takes her breath away, the light glittering on the vast stretch of water (more lake than pond, really) with an expanse of trees lining the shore. She reaches the edge of the water and regards herself on the surface. How she’s changed since last she was down here for her unholy baptism. How she’s changed in the past few months alone. Beatrice heaves a deep sigh and finally looks away over to her left where she sees an enormous, ancient, gnarled oak tree. Underneath the tree is a large dark red blanket spread on the grass and sitting on that blanket is a small ghoulette who even from a distance, Beatrice can tell is beaming at her. Returning the smile she heads her way over to the secluded spot between the water and the woods. Reaching the blanket, she plops down, still holding her flowers.

“Do you like them?” Aurora asks, hands folded in her lap and tail wagging behind her.

“They’re gorgeous,” Beatrice says with a smile, “I love a good treasure hunt escapade.”

Reaching her hands out, she takes them from the sister and sets them at the top of the blanket between the two of them. Beatrice regards the ghoulette’s form - her long pastel hair, bright eyes, and the fact that she has removed her boots and socks makes Beatrice grin.

“Put your feet in the water?” she asks, gesturing to her discarded items of clothing.

“Actually,” Aurora says, leaning in, “I was hoping we could put more than our feet in the water.”

“Oh yeah?” the sister asks, cheeks lighting up, “kinda early for a dip, no?”

“Never too early for skinny dipping,” she says, undoing the clasps on her vest. “Join me?”

She poses it like a question but it feels more like a command from the petite ghoulette. There’s no one around so the redhead shrugs as she removes her own boots, socks, and habit. Aurora strips down to her skin without a second thought and Beatrice admires her lithe body, mouth going dry as her eyes sweep across her small, pert breasts and narrow waist down to the junction of her thighs. Before Beatrice can look away to reach her hands behind her back and undo her bra, Aurora’s hands are doing it for her. She takes her time sliding her palms along her ribs and embracing her. When she pulls away with the garment, discarding it, her eyes watch her as hungrily as Beatrice did her. The redhead stands up, ready to head towards the water when Aurora tuts at her and grabs her calf.

“All off,” she grins, reaching upwards toward the waistband of Beatrice’s underwear, “I wanna see all of you, pretty girl.”

The ghoulette slides her panties down achingly slow until they’re pooled at her feet and then she smiles with her whole teeth as she looks at Beatrice’s bare cunt. Leaning forward she places a chaste kiss to her mound, nuzzling the fine red hair, and it makes Beatrice jump out of her skin.

“Mine,” Aurora says sweetly, looking up at the sister with her fangs out. When she begins kissing all around and down her thighs, the sister feels her knees weaken and taking advantage of the moment, the ghoulette pulls her down to the blanket with her. She’s on her in a heartbeat, straddling her waist sliding her lips against hers. Aurora’s kisses are languid, passionate, and just a touch possessive as she pins Beatrice’s wrists above her head and licks into her mouth. The way the ghoulette feels pressed against her, breasts brushing hers makes Beatrice moan into her mouth and struggle against her grip with the urge to touch her. The ghoulette giggles and relents, trailing her lips down Beatrice’s jaw and throat to the junction of her neck and shoulder, where she slowly licks the pulse point.

“Can I?” she asks, breathless against the shell of her ear, “can I taste you? Would you let me?”

The request makes Beatrice’s head spin and even while not fully understanding the implications, she nods, sliding her hand down Aurora’s back to massage at the base of her tail. The action makes the ghoulette’s hips kick against her and Beatrice’s cunt aches when she feels her slick on her skin. She’s sucking marks into the sister’s neck, nibbling at the delicate skin when all of a sudden she bites. Beatrice jolts and grabs onto her hips as her fangs sink deeper into her. She feels pain, only for a moment before she removes them and begins sucking at the wound in earnest. The little noises Aurora makes in her ears as she drinks from the redhead make her hips grind into hers. The ghoulette’s hands wander as she sucks at her, fingers drifting down to toy with Beatrice’s pebbled nipple, pinching and rolling it between her long, painted claws. She’s almost certain that Aurora could make her come like this, lips on her neck and fingers caressing her breasts. Every surge of her heartbeat makes the ghoulette grip her tighter and drink from her with greater fervor. Beatrice can feel the edges of her vision start to get fuzzy and she reaches up and taps her lightly, slurring her words when she says she feels light-headed. She pulls off her in an instant, lapping at what remains around the punctures. Each swipe of her tongue feels warm and soothing, like sinking into a hot bath, and after a moment Bea no longer feels the tell-tale wetness of her blood on the wound, only the cooling of the ghoulette’s saliva. Aurora gives her a moment to take several deep breaths and when she reopens her eyes, Beatrice moans at the sight before her. Aurora’s face is a foot away from hers and her mouth is smeared crimson with her blood - a sight that would under any other circumstances nauseate the sister of sin, but seeing the way it clings to her lips and chin with her pupils blown only heightens her arousal. She lets out a nervous giggle, and Beatrice’s eyes follow the path of her pink tongue as it slips out to clean up some of the mess.

“So good,” she purrs, stroking the side of her face, “you taste divine, baby. A nice little treat, all for me.”

Beatrice reaches up and swipes some of her blood off her chin and she watches her like a hawk as the redhead brings it down to her own mouth and takes a lick. It tastes like blood, sure, but the way Aurora watches her with her jaw hanging open is well worth the stunt. Before Beatrice can make a smart comment about how she thinks she tastes, the ghoulette’s mouth is on hers. Now she can really taste herself, the intense metallic tang hitting the back of her throat as Aurora slides her tongue against hers and grinds down on her. When Beatrice moves her hands upwards to fist in her hair, her thumbs brush the base of her horns and the ghoulette’s tail thrashes behind her.

“You really know how to play us all like violins now, huh babe?” she grins, rotating her hips into the sister’s. “You know just what we like. But don’t forget, ghouls like to talk. And I know all about what you like.”

Aurora slips from Beatrice’s grasp and slowly begins to lick her way down her body, paying specific attention to her breasts. She cups and squeezes them, thumbing circles around her hard nipples before descending upon them with her mouth. Idly, Beatrice wonders who told her she likes her tits being played with. Swiss? Cumulus? Aether? Could be anyone at this point and for once she’s grateful for the way the ghouls discuss her amongst themselves like she’s a meal to be devoured because Aurora is luxuriating in them now. The flat of her tongue runs along the underside and Beatrice’s back arches, desperate for her to taste all of her.

“Mmm, so good Aurora. Feels perfect.”

She pulls off Beatrice’s nipple with a pop and grins, hands moving downwards to knead at the fullness of her hips. 

“Love your body,” Aurora says, sliding her hands down and over your thighs to nestle herself in between your legs. “Long red hair and soft flesh and freckles everywhere. Want to kiss each one. Want to make you scream so everyone can hear you, baby.”

Beatrice has practically forgotten that they’re technically in a public space and that anyone could stumble upon them, but instead of deterring her lust it increases it. When Aurora leans away for a moment the sister makes a whine of protest which is quickly silenced by the way the ghoulette repositions herself and angles Beatrice’s legs so that their cunts are a breath away from each other. A moment passes as she stares up at her, watching the midday sun halo her infernal features and Aurora gives her a beatific smile before lowering herself onto her. The contact immediately makes Beatrice twitch as she slowly rotates her hips, spreading both her slick and the redhead’s before pressing down harder. When she grinds against her clit, and Beatrice against hers they both moan in tandem. Beatrice wants to throw her head back against the blanket but doing so would mean she couldn’t watch her. And oh, does she look glorious, handling her body as if it is a toy in order to reach her pleasure. Not once does she look away from the sister as she rides her cunt, her moans high pitched and wanton.

“Aurora, don’t stop,” Beatrice pants as the breath is stolen from her with a particularly hard grind, “Please don’t stop.”

Aurora beams at her, and leans over to kiss her leg she holds in her tight grasp. It’s an awkward angle, to be sure, but any ache in Beatrice’s back or legs is muffled by the rolling pleasure that comes from each contact they make. 

“Mine, all mine,” Aurora coos, rubbing herself even harder against her in such a way that has Beatrice’s back arching off the blanket, and when the ghoulette’s folds catch divinely on her clit the sister of sin cries out. She grins with all of her sharp teeth once more and works the spot faster and faster. The friction between the two of them has them both gasping and panting and Beatrice swears she’s timing it out to make sure they both reach their end at the same moment. When the pressure begins building in her stomach and chest and her cries become louder and louder, Aurora’s do too. 

“‘Rora, please! Fuck!”

She lets out a wild peal of laughter as she brings the two of them over the edge, Beatrice’s moans surely loud enough to attract attention. Lights twinkle and fade in her vision as she screams Aurora’s name and she hers. Her hips make a few more rotations against her before finally she drops her leg and collapses on her chest. Their bodies remain entwined for a few more moments before she rolls off of her, leaving Beatrice to breathe deeply once more. Without the ghoulette on her she’s suddenly aware of how chilly the air has gotten and the dark storm clouds that roll over their little hideaway.

“So much for skinny dipping,” Beatrice says, turning on her side to face her.

“Eh, it was a ruse anyway. Easy way to get your clothes off.”

Beatrice rolls her eyes, reaching up and behind her for the beautiful bouquet.

“Hmm, think I should get these in some water,” she muses, inhaling the lovely fragrance once more. “You coming with?”

Aurora trills before sitting up and gathering her clothes. They both manage to get dressed, despite sidelong lustful glances at one another and she packs up the blanket. The two of them make their way back to the abbey, and while there is great joy in Beatrice’s heart there is also great sorrow. Aurora was the final ghoul. Potentially the last tryst she’d have with any of them…forever. What if they don’t want her now that she’s…all used up? When she tries to hide the way she brushes the tears off her cheeks behind her bouquet, Aurora looks over at her curiously but doesn’t say anything. She’s going to do her best to enjoy the time left she has with Aurora and then…who knows.

Perhaps she’ll be all alone once again.

[thepenultimateword]

please write some fluff hero x hero as they’re trying to retire to get married and settle down 🙏🙏

tbh retirement age for hero’s must be like 30 at the latest. I don’t think they last long.

“Noooo,” Hero groaned, slapping their palms over their eyes

Other Hero paused in the middle of their dark decor, fanged mask in hand. “What?”

“You’re not hanging that in our living room!”

“How’s that any different?” Other Hero said, pointing at the candy blue cape hung on the other wall.

“It pops! Brings some warmth to the room. People like warmth not…” they made a circular wave at the dark mask, “reminders of their fading mortality.”

“Oh, right, that would be bad, we’ll just give them a headache instead.”

Hero stomped their feet together and folded their arms. “You liked it!”

“I liked it better on you.” They stepped up to their angry newlywed, tucking a piece of honied hair behind their ear. “Too big for you. So adorable and bright. It brought out your eyes.”

Their fingers trailed down their jaw.

Hero leaned in on tiptoe, noses just brushing, voice lowered to a whisper. “I don’t want the mask over the hearth.”

“Curse it!”

“But. To make it fair I’ll move the cape as well. Oh! Maybe let’s just have a show room! Dedicated to our mementos! A Hero and Other Hero collection. People would pay to see that!”

Other Hero shrugged. “They’ll forget about us soon enough.”

Hero's bright grin faded and their petite form wilted. Retirement wasn't as simple as they'd thought. It all made sense in their head; they wanted to live comfortably with Other Hero. So many times in their career they'd thought it would never happen. That one of them would meet an untimely end before they made this far. The last month had been torture. They'd probably called Other Hero's mission comm over a hundred times, checking in on them. And no, they weren't so old, but their bodies couldn't take the strain of the job anymore. They deserved to take it easy. And yet. Was that it?

They'd dedicated their life to helping this city, time, relationships, their own well-being. And it was nothing more than a blip in history. Other Hero was right. New heroes would step up to replace them and soon no one would even remember the two of them or anything they'd done.

Strong arms wrapped around their waist, and Other Hero's chin rested in the crook of the shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Mm. Doesn't matter."

Other Hero traced the scars spattered over Hero's neck. "Yes, it does."

Hero turned around, sinking against their spouse's chest and reaching to cup their face in both hands. They roved the worn eyes, several-times-broken crooked nose, and the dark circles that still hadn't faded.

"More nightmares? You were tossing and turning last night."

"I guess I'm still getting used to not being on call."

Liar. That was one thing Hero wouldn't miss. They were going to spoil Other Hero rotten until all those inner scars faded away.

They looped their arms around Other Hero's neck. "Hey, remember when I used to sneak into your side of the agency?"

Other Hero snorted. "We got penalized at least a dozen times."

"Those dating rules were ridiculous. No relationships between departments?"

"To be fair, you were a TV hero," Other Hero said, rubbing circles into Hero's back. "You needed to be preserved. My training was to put the job above my life. They didn't want me getting attachments."

Another thing they wouldn't miss.

"I loved you from the moment I saw you." Hero grinned. "They didn't stand a chance."

The next thing they knew they were off the ground and in Other Hero's arm. "Everything is going to be ok," they murmured. "Yeah?"

Hero nodded, basking in the quiet warmth and the weight of their arms. After several moments, they said, "Should we start unpacking the kitchen? I'll make brownies. And this time we won't have to run out the door before they're done."

Other Hero kissed their forehead. "Sounds perfect."

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[novankenn]

My Wife is Dwarven Ghost! (Ep2)

Original Idea by @weatherman667 Additional Inspiration by @noneatnonedotcom

Kelric had a headache. A headache in the form of his recently deceased wife Thoria. Thoria was prior to her untimely death the Queen of the Dwarven kingdom of Red Mountain. It was during a pitched battle against a demonic beast.

Now however she was a spirit. A ghost that only he could see and hear with. Which lead to his current headache. HIs wife was listing off the various female members of her family that she expected him to get busy with! He has barely any time to grieve and his own WIFE was trying to shove him into bed with her sister... and various other members of her rather large family.

"There's my fourth cousin Helenia. She's a hoot, but keep her away from the Elvish Fire Wine... she's a bit of a lush..." Thoria droned on floating beside Kelric as he took shuffling steps along one of the great dwarven halls on his way to the temple.

"Oh and not's forget Mary!"

"Mary?"

"Yeah, Mary. She's my half-sister on my mother's side."

"I don't remember meeting anyone named... Mary."

"You didn't silly!" Thoria laughed her voice sounding like tinkling crystal. "She was on a diplomatic mission to... somewhere. Or was it a research expedition? I can't remember now."

Kelric sighed. Ever since Thoria had returned he was having a hard time just concentrating on everyday things, let alone sleeping. Who would have thought a hyper-active dwarven princess in life would be the same in death... with the hilarious additional ability of NOT NEEDING SLEEP!

Kelric didn't know how much longer he would be able to survive. Is=f Thoria wasn't listing the "Dwarven Booty" he would be partaking in, she was going over mental lists of what she felt would be great baby names! He needed to make it all stop. To get his wife to pass over to the afterlife, and then find someone skilled enough in Dwarven Legalese to help him find a loop-hole in his marriage contract... so he wouldn't have to marry and bed over half of Thoria's family!

Climbing the short set of steps he entered the portion of the under ground kingdom that houses the various temples and places of worship. Kelric couldn't tell you the names of any of the multitude of Dwarven deities, so he shied away from those temples, and made his way to a special alcove. A small room specially built for him.

"Thoria... please?" Kelric pleaded as even being on sanctified ground wouldn't prevent her from following him every where he went. "Can I have a few minutes... alone?"

"I guess I could do that snookums. Maybe I'll go see if Mary is back!"

Kelric sighed as Thoria drifted away, leaving him alone. He knew it wouldn't last so he had to move quickly. Pulling a silver chain from around his neck he clutched the holy-symbol hanging from it with both his hands, as he lowered himself down to his knees.

The Trolbane family followed the tenants of the human goddess of life and death, Kali. It was to whom he was fervently praying to at that moment. Seeking a vision, or message or even a hint on how to get out of insanity he found him trapped with in.

"I beseech you, my goddess. She who gives life with her left hand and takes it with her right. The ruler of the skies, and the realms beyond." Kelric whispered his eyes squeezed shut tightly. "I need you wisdom. Your guidance. Pleas..."

"Nope, sorry busy." came an ethereal voice. "I'm needed in the southern realms... zombie outbreak. Try... um... try someone else."

Kelric sat there his eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief. Had he just heard the voice of Kali? Then after a minute of reflection his shoulders drooped.

"She blew me off." Kelric muttered, in despair and annoyance. "She blew me off!"

"Oh don't mind Kali." came another ethereal voice. Kelric's eyes searched about but he could see no source. "How sweet and innocent! Thinking I would show myself? You're too cute!"

"Cute?"

"Yes, Darling, you are just the most cuddy, adorable, huggable emotional mess of a human I have ever seen!"

"Huh?" Kelric still looked about, completely confused and just a little creeped out.

"So I may have been eavesdropping but you say you need help? Help with something involving love, marriage, sex? Please say sex!"

"Um... no... my wife recently died, and now she is haunting me..."

"Sorry darling, I don't do undead. They're kind a of icky..."

"No please! I need help! She's trying to have me bed over half of the female members of her family!"

"She's a dwarf, right?"

"Yes?"

"Yeah... you kind of stepped into it there hon."

"I didn't realize it was going to be like this! I love Thoria! Only Thoria!" Kelric pleaded, pressing his forehead to the smooth stone floor. "I only want to be with her. Please help me... please..."

"How do you want me to help you, exactly?" the entity asked. "If it involves anything with exorcisms or banishments... I don't do that."

"Can you bring her back?"

"Back? Back... as in a resurrection?"

"Yes!" Kelric shouted his head snapping up off the floor. "PLEASE!"

"Ah... um... it's possible... but I'll have to look into it, so meet me back here in two days?"

"Two days?"

"Yes, two days... oh and I am the Goddess Freyja, call to me the next time you pray."

"Yes... okay... thank you."

"Oh you're so SWEET!" Freyja squealed, causing Kelric to wince.

"Thank you again goddess." Kelric spoke solemnly with his head bowed as he backed out of the small private chamber.

"Ah... why do the sweet ones all have to be sticklers for monogamy?" Freyja's voice took on a musical ringing tone as she started to laugh lightly. "Let's see if we can change that... shall we?"

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