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killerandhealerqueen · 3 years ago

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Hey can you write one headcanon where jin dacheng choose yuzhi for a mission where he have to seduce a men yuzhi agreed but jiang yuelou is sooo angry actually dacheng also don't want to choose yuzhi but u know na yuzhi have an attractive charm anyone can fall for him so they choose him but in the end that mission goes wrong and then yuelou go to save yuzhi

Umm if you are not busy can you write it😅

Am I adding this to the WIP list after I write this headcanon? You bet your ass

Jin Dacheng doesn't want to do this, he really fucking doesn't, but he's out of options and he's running out of time so he does what he thought he would never do: ask Chen Yuzhi for help

He has to be very careful with going about this because if Jiang Yuelou finds out about this, he'll have Jin Dacheng's ass on a plate and his head on a spike

So when he knows that Jiang Yuelou is busy, he quickly and quietly slips out of the police station and heads to Chen Yuzhi's clinic, checking around to make sure that Jiang Yuelou isn't around (he knows he's not but you never know with that fucker) before he slips into Chen Yuzhi's clinic and walks over to the doctor

"Chen Yuzhi"

Chen Yuzhi looks up at him in surprise

"Vice-Commissioner Jin. What brings you here?"

Jin Dacheng looks at him and bites his lips before he sighs

"I need a favor"

Chen Yuzhi raises an eyebrow and Jin Dacheng quickly goes into explanation about his plan: he needs Chen Yuzhi to head to a club and seduce a suspect for Jin Dacheng and Chen Yuzhi can not let Jiang Yuelou know about the plan

Chen Yuzhi looks at him in shock because 1) can't Jin Dacheng get someone else to seduce the suspect and 2) why does it have to be him specifically?

Jin Dacheng sighs and explains that he's tried everything but nothing seems to be working. All the prostitutes and girls he sends to try and get close to the guy can't even get near him and even if they try, he's not interested. And Jin Dacheng knows that Chen Yuzhi has a sort of...alluring charm to him that will easily catch the suspect's attention and make him easy to catch

Chen Yuzhi feels a little insulted that Jin Dacheng thinks of him as someone he can use to seduce a suspect and Jin Dacheng's like I know, I know, I'm sorry, but I am out of options, you are literally my last hope, Yuzhi, help me

Chen Yuzhi looks at him before he sighs and asks Jin Dacheng what he has to do and where he has to go. Jin Dacheng tells him that all he has to do is get close to the guy, keep him distracted long enough for the undercover cops that are at the club to grab him, and then that's it. Let the police handle the rest

Chen Yuzhi hums before he agrees to do it, causing Jin Dacheng to let out a breath of relief before he quickly pulls a card out of his pocket, writing down the name of the club and what time Chen Yuzhi should be there. He then also hands Chen Yuzhi a picture of the suspect so that he knows who he's looking for

Chen Yuzhi takes the card and the photo and looks at both of them before he looks at Jin Dacheng and nods. Jin Dacheng thanks him profusely before he turns and heads out of the clinic, leaving Chen Yuzhi to stare at the card and photograph before he sighs heavily

Later on that evening, after Chen Yuzhi gets off from work, he goes home, quickly showers and changes into a rather fancy suit before he quietly slips out of his gate and starts heading towards the club

"Chen Yuzhi?"

Chen Yuzhi freezes before he turns around to see Jiang Yuelou looking at him with a raised eyebrow before he slowly walks over to the doctor and looks him up and down before he smiles

"You look nice. Going somewhere?"

Chen Yuzhi gulps before he clears his throat

"Um...I'm just going out"

Jiang Yuelou looks down at his watch before he looks at Chen Yuzhi

"So late?"

Chen Yuzhi nods and turns to head off when Jiang Yuelou grabs his arm, halting him

"Where are you going?"

Chen Yuzhi says nothing, making Jiang Yuelou sigh heavily before he reaches out and grabs Chen Yuzhi's face, forcing him to look at him

"Yuzhi...where are you going so late?"

Chen Yuzhi looks at him before he lowers his gaze

"Please don't get mad"

Jiang Yuelou frowns

"Get mad?"

Chen Yuzhi lifts his gaze before he sighs and explains to him what Jin Dacheng asked of him in his clinic earlier today. Jiang Yuelou looks at him before his eyes grow dark and he growls

"That Jin Dacheng...I'll kill him. How dare he ask you to do something like that"

He then tightens his grip on Chen Yuzhi's arm and gives it a tug, trying to drag him back to his house but Chen Yuzhi just wrenches his arm out of his grasp, just like back in Hong Kong

"Jiang Yuelou, I already promised Jin Dacheng that I would do this. I'm going to follow through on my promise"

Jiang Yuelou growls and he hates this, hates that Chen Yuzhi agreed to do this but he just sighs before he looks at Chen Yuzhi

"I'm coming with you"

Chen Yuzhi looks at him with wide eyes and he wants to argue but Jiang Yuelou just holds up a hand

"Either I come with you or I pull you"

Chen Yuzhi sighs heavily before he turns and begins walking, Jiang Yuelou immediately catching up with him and matching his stride

When they reach the club, before Chen Yuzhi goes inside, Jiang Yuelou grabs Chen Yuzhi by the arm and forces him to look at him

"You be careful. Do you understand me?"

Chen Yuzhi nods and Jiang Yuelou nods in return before he lets go of Chen Yuzhi's arm and watches the young doctor walk into the club. He watches for Chen Yuzhi to get further inside before he slips inside and decides to head upstairs to the second floor so that he has a good view of everything, especially of Chen Yuzhi

Meanwhile, Chen Yuzhi scans the crowd until he finds the suspect leaning up against the bar and he takes a deep breath before he slowly makes his way to the bar, ordering a drink. While he's waiting for the drink to be made, he glances over to see the suspect eyeing him up and down, a small smirk on his face

Chen Yuzhi fakes a blush and a shy smile before looking away, glancing up towards the second floor where he makes eye contact with Jiang Yuelou. Jiang Yuelou nods slightly and Chen Yuzhi nods before he turns back to the suspect

The suspect then sidles up to Chen Yuzhi and smiles at him before reaching out to grasp Chen Yuzhi's face in his hand, turning his head left and right. Up on the second floor, Jiang Yuelou is gripping the railing, trying his best to keep his temper under control and not blow the mission

The suspect then releases Chen Yuzhi's face before he moves his hand slowly down Chen Yuzhi's body, causing Chen Yuzhi to shiver (and not in a good way)

Thinking that Chen Yuzhi is interested in him, the suspect reaches out and pulls Chen Yuzhi against him, causing Chen Yuzhi to yelp as he falls against the man

The suspect grins before he leans down and captures Chen Yuzhi's lips with his and Chen Yuzhi's eyes widen and he pushes the man away, wiping at his lips but it's too late, his eyes suddenly grow heavy and he collapses

The suspect catches him and wraps an arm around him before he begins to lead Chen Yuzhi away, not realizing that Jiang Yuelou is already on the move

In a private room, Chen Yuzhi is thrown onto a bed by the suspect and the suspect then begins to slowly undress Chen Yuzhi while Jiang Yuelou is searching the club like a mad man, the under cover cops coming to his aid to help him

At some point, Chen Yuzhi comes to, just as the man is reaching for the zipper of his pants. Chen Yuzhi's eyes widen and he starts fighting with the suspect, only to have the suspect slap him, stunning him

The suspect then begins to remove his own clothes and while he's removing his clothes, Chen Yuzhi reaches into the pocket of his pants, remembering that he stuck a scalpel in there for protection

He then pulls out the scalpel and holds it in a way that the suspect (now would be rapist) can't see it and when the man tries to pounce on Chen Yuzhi again, Chen Yuzhi stabs him in the side, causing him to cry out in pain and also give Jiang Yuelou a location as to where they are

Jiang Yuelou comes bursting into the room to find Chen Yuzhi panting heavily, his shirt unbuttoned and his hand covered in blood. He then looks over at the suspect, who is on the floor, clutching at his profusely bleeding side, and he snarls before he points to him, the undercover cops rushing to drag him away while Jiang Yuelou goes over to Chen Yuzhi, cupping his face in his hands

"Yuzhi"

Chen Yuzhi looks at him before he lets out a heavy sigh

"Can we go home?"

Jiang Yuelou nods and immediately takes off his jacket and throws it over Chen Yuzhi, Chen Yuzhi grabbing the jacket and pulling it close as Jiang Yuelou helps him to his feet, both men heading out of the room

They then head back to Jiang Yuelou's house because Jiang Yuelou refuses to let Chen Yuzhi sleep alone tonight. Jiang Yuelou then hands Chen Yuzhi the pajamas that he keeps at his house whenever Chen Yuzhi sometimes stays over and instructs him to go take a shower

Chen Yuzhi goes and takes a shower while Jiang Yuelou is pacing around his bedroom, plotting both the rapist's and Jin Dacheng's murder, mainly Jin Dacheng's because how dare he put Chen Yuzhi into a situation like this

When Chen Yuzhi steps out of the bathroom, all showered and changed, and notices the look on Jiang Yuelou's face, he sighs and shakes his head before he walks over to him, reaching out to grasp his wrist, making Jiang Yuelou look over at him with wide eyes

"I chose to do the mission, Yuelou"

Jiang Yuelou shakes his head as he wrenches his wrist out of Chen Yuzhi's grasp and cups Chen Yuzhi's face in his hand

"Yes, but you shouldn't've had to do it"

Chen Yuzhi opens his mouth to argue when Jiang Yuelou shakes his head

"What would have happened to you if I didn't show up? Hmm?"

"Jiang Yuelou--"

"I can't lose you, Yuzhi. I can't. I almost lost you one too many times...I can't..."

Chen Yuzhi looks at him before he sighs and steps forward, resting his forehead against Jiang Yuelou's

"I'm sorry"

Jiang Yuelou shakes his head and removes his hands from Chen Yuzhi's face before throwing his arms around him, hugging him tightly

Chen Yuzhi wraps his arms around Jiang Yuelou and buries his face in Jiang Yuelou's neck, letting out a sob now that the adrenaline wore off, not realizing how scared he actually was

After hugging, Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi go to bed, Jiang Yuelou holding Chen Yuzhi tightly in his arms

The next morning, after Jiang Yuelou drops Chen Yuzhi off at work, he makes a beeline for Jin Dacheng's office and slams open the door, causing Jin Dacheng to jump and nearly shit his pants from fright

Jiang Yuelou then storms over to Jin Dacheng's desk and stands before it, pure, unbridled rage in his eyes as he glares at his vice-commissioner

"If you ever ask my husband to go on a mission like that again, I will put a bullet between your eyes faster than you can blink. Do you understand me?"

Jin Dacheng nods vigorously and Jiang Yuelou shoots him one last glare before he storms out of his office and heads to his own office. Jin Dacheng watches his boss leave before he lets out a deep breath and clutches at his chest; he just escaped death by the skin of his teeth

He knew asking Chen Yuzhi was a bad idea and now he knew why: Jiang Yuelou was literally fucking insane

Oh, and that suspect? Rapist? The mark that Chen Yuzhi was supposed to bring in? Yeah, his body was never found...how unfortunate

#sass answers #Killer and Healer #jiang yuelou #chen yuzhi #jin dacheng #yuezhi #tw attempted rape #killer and healer headcanons

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cynergy-laughter · 4 years ago

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Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #14 (Unprovoked)

Content Warning: Fake Bl**d, Graphic images, scary pranks.

So since it’s getting closer and closer to Halloween, I thought it would be fun to see the brother’s reactions if MC was a makeup artist, but not just any make up artist, an expert Halloween makeup artist, creating scary faces, zombie looks, fake blisters and gory effects. And a bit of a prankster~! So here is our Mischevious!MC Makeup effects artist~!

Lucifer: He knows you were into make up, you came to class with a full face done before. But when it got closer to Halloween, he found out what your specialty make up was... you walked into Lucifer’s room, holding your right eye, and said there was something wrong with your eye. Lucifer, being the good Devildom host he is, offered to look at it, and see if you should go to a doctor. Good thing no one else was around, cause when you removed your hand, you revealed you had a plucked out and hanging eyeball! Lucifer would never ever admit he was scared, but his “Oh my God!!” was so loud, he almost fell onto his bed. You couldn’t even hold it in and started wheeze laughing immediately. Lucifer was confused and still in shock, but then realized when he see you take the eye off and revealed your real eye under the latex. Lucifer had half a mind to end you right there, cause how dare you surprise him like that. Although he was impressed that you had that much talent, it looked so real. But don’t ever do that again.

Mammon: He was just minding his own business, counting his bills he had made from selling his brothers possession when he heard a slow knocking at the door. He walked over and opened the door, and slightly jumped when he saw you wearing a zombie mask. He tried to play it cool and yanked the mask up and off your head, only to reveal the same exact details of the mask, except with more realistic blisters and graying decaying flesh, and you growl loudly and lunge at Mammon, whom screamed and fell backward, frantically crab walking backwards fast. You tried walking toward him but then started laughing as you saw Mammon crawling on his back. Mammon growled and started to walk out the room with a blushing face, and a tear around the corner of his eye. You stopped him and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry...” was said on repeat as he held him close while he tried to get away from you, but then held you back. From then on, you don’t do scare pranks on Mammon, cause you felt so bad. But later, Mammon said he wanted to do a scare prank with you on the others.

Leviathan: You were spying on Levi, watching him play a game from a far. You saw he was playing Hellcraft, the Devildom equivalent of Minecraft, and noticed that games’ creeper was a lot more scarier than the human’s version... you decided to play a prank. You went into the bathroom and began doing your make up, dark violet, black, red pixelated colors, and they blended in pretty well without really blending thanks your make up color mixing skills. And then you put black contacts in your eyes to complete the look. You make it back to his room, and started sneaking up towards him at his computer. You reach out your hand to tease his neck, making the noise you heard creeper’s make. Levi was slightly annoyed at the neck tease, swatting at his neck a bit, but wouldn’t budge at first. But then after you did it a third time, he turned around in his chair with a, “MC, can you please leave my neck al-AAAAAHHHH!” He screamed and jumped back so far his chair fell backward, as you hissed harshly. He legit thought it was the cursed version of the game, where if you cheated, or trolled, an enemy from the game ambushes you from behind. Needless to say you were laughing, and apologizing, Levi was blushing mad and frightened, but he later he was impressed that you even got the red streams coming from the Hellcraft Creeper’s eyes right.

Satan: Satan is not easy to scare, by any means. In fact if you were to scare him, you’d probably be in more danger. Satan seemed like the kind of person who would punch a haunted house actor. He’s intelligent enough to know a prank, especially when he can recognize a Mammon prank. I mean, Satan is the King of pranks. But you realize in order to prank Satan, it would have to take some real skill. And it most especially wouldn’t be easy, because it was Halloween, he knew it was Halloween, everyone knew it was Halloween. You decided to not prank him, but instead show him your make up skills. You knocked on his door and walked in backward, with Satan more confused than ever before. “Just promise you won’t freak out, this is just make up...” You revealed your face, showing that you looked like part of your brain and skull showing in your forehead, as well as some bone showing on your neck. The sound that Satan made was a mix between an exclamation, a scream, and “oh wow” followed by, “how did you do that?” He says this opens up a whole new avenue of prank ideas, and that you truly are an artist.

Asmodeus: You had borrowed a bit of Asmo’s make up to set up this prank. It was a contour palette, and you had set action on your face. Later, you start knocking on the door frantically, hiding your face with a scarf. Asmo opens the door and you walk in fast, “Something went horribly wrong!” You said as you paced around the room, and Asmo asked what was wrong... You claimed, “I think I had a severe allergic reaction to your contour palette I borrowed.” Poor Asmo thought it was something as bad as a rash. Asmo told to show it, and that it couldn’t be that bad... as soon as you revealed the face that looked like it was burned through by acid, Asmo screamed. The cheeks where the contour and shading would looked like they were burned through with acid, and bubbling near where it stopped. The shriek you heard could wake up every banshee. He started apologizing constantly, until you revealed it was a prank. Asmo was half relieved, and half angry about the fact it was a prank. Of course, your make up was just amazing, so realistic... but don’t ever do that again.

Beelzebub: You pranked Beel after pranking Belphie, for which he offered to help. Belphie texted Beel that he had a surprise for him, that it was a special dish that he and you, naming you specifically, made for him. Sweet baby Beel has no idea what was coming. There was a covered dish on the kitchen island, which was covered by a red table cloth, and Belphie offered him the first bite, that MC had put their whole being into this lunch. Beel, absolutely loving your cooking, takes a fork and a knife and lifted the cover off, revealing your golden brown bald head, with grill marks on your cheeks, bubbling blisters on your chin and forehead, and an eyeball popped out and garnished with a toothpick. Beel shrieked and looked at Belphie in horror. “Belphie, what did you do?!” He shouted. “I know, you’re right, I should have left them on the grill a little longer.” Beel looked ready to either breakdown or scream again, but then his stomach growled. “... I... I dont want you to get into trouble, maybe I should get rid of the evidence...” that’s when you stood up from the fake island and reassured him it was a prank, Beel screamed again when you got up, and fell onto his back, meanwhile Belphie fell on his back laughing at what Beel said, and then at his reaction to MC getting up in panic. You decide to never prank Beel again, especially since he couldn’t even face you for the rest of the month, which is when you showered him with full size candy bars begging for forgiveness. Belphie as usual put the blame fully on you.

Belphegor: You had taken a nap with Belphie, and for the first time, you woken up before him and went to go to the bathroom... to do your make up! You decided to do a bit of impersonation makeup with a touch of freaky. You made your face look like Lucifer’s face, but then you added a red snake eye contact into your right eye and a snaggletooth fang to your mouth. You got back into bed with your face, and fell back asleep, with the covers over your head, and cuddling Belphie. You woke up to screaming and being pushed out of the bed by a frightened Belphie. You were surprised, but eventually started laughing as you got up and smiled at Belphie, revealing your red eye and fang, and Belphie threw your pillow at you, blushing and crossing his arms. “That was not funny!” “It was a little funny...” “No it wasn’t!”

#obey me #one master to rule them all #obey me main character #headcanon #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #makeup #halloween makeup #halloween headcanons #mischief #halloween prank #halloween sfx #scare pranks

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unholyplumpprincess · 4 years ago

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Aren’t You Curious?

First part of a mini series I wanted to do for @hurtled-into-chaos-you-fight ! Introducing: Caustic horny for both the Bloodhounds!

Summary: Curious. Such a simple word and yet so immeasurable with its extent. It could mean numerous things. Curiosity is what led to many fantastic discoveries. Many invaluable experiments and documentations. And yet. What did ‘curious’ mean to Alexander as of recent? The Bloodhounds. Or: In which Caustic catches one of the Bloodhounds jerking off in the dropship and can't help but sneak a peek. Not that they mind the attention either...

!!!Minors DNI, this is adult content and it makes me v uncomfortable for you to interact. Plz respect my boundaries!!!

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Bloodhound/Bloodhound - Caustic/Bloodhound

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Bloodhound (Rune) has a dick, Sprite’s Bloodhound headcanons and my own mentioned, voyeurism, just Caustic and his good ole right hand, Caustic is also turned on by violence and this is mentioned

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Curious.

Such a simple word and yet so immeasurable with its extent. It could mean numerous things. Curiosity is what led to many fantastic discoveries. Many invaluable experiments and documentations. And yet. What did ‘curious’ mean to Alexander as of recent?

The Bloodhounds.

Fascinating couple they were. They participated in this blood-sport as one, despite if they had to shed blood of their significant other in the process. Hound was the smaller of five foot or shorter and arguably deadlier of the two. Quieter and willing to snarl in your face in a low tone no matter how big you were in comparison.

Alexander had been on the other end of that hatchet numerous times, his chin tilted upwards and their red goggled gaze seeming to burn into his soul as they’d hum out. “You think yourself worthy of my ammunition, Doctor? Do not think so highly of yourself.”

Before the blade would cut in and the medical bay is where he’d awaken in cold sweat and in need of a shower with a slight adjustment to the front of his pants and a grunt in his voice.

~Rest under the cut~

Then there was the other of the Bloodhounds, Rune. Towering over even Alexander, they stood at 7’4” and gave him a chance to feel small in someone else’s presence for once. Rune was a curiosity in themself as well, always sticking near the smaller of the couple and becoming more playful around them and the other legends they liked. Alexander had seen them in battle and also had been an...active participant in their bloodshed.

They were blood thirsty, always seeking out battle and preferring close combat where they could sink their serrated teeth into you instead of a gun.

Rune was more vulgar than their quietly taunting spouse, always taking to stalking Alexander back until he hit a wall with a hand removing their respirator just so Alexander could see their full lips tug into a wide grin full of serrated teeth. “Oh, Doctor,” They’d begin with their low voice curling in his ears.

“How I can taste your heart pounding. From fear or-” They’d reach him by then, twisting fingers into his gear and yanking his clothing so he’d have to lean up to them and feel their snarling breath over his own mask. “-something more pathetic?”

He’d awake in the med bay the same way, in need of a shower, adjusting the front of his pants, and in need to slow his heart beat from the very same guessed thing of ‘something more pathetic ’.

The Bloodhounds were a curiosity, separated only in the arena visually by their heights and the differences in patches and charms on them. Hound having a wolf patch, Rune having a raven. Hound having a moon charm on their weaponry, Rune having a sun- a call back to their preferred pet names to one another.

Otherwise, their uniforms were identical, and even that clever Giant could mimic Hound’s voice to perfection to even fool teammates, enemy squads, or the audio over the feed that people watched from home and in bars.

These findings were all, of course, written within the confines of Alexander’s notes in a journal. Keeping tallies on both allies and people who could become enemies was merely part of his own protocol. It made working with people easier, and finding yourself in the grips of someone you once called ‘ally’- it made exploiting their weaknesses much easier.

Of course, this is what he tells himself at night when his mind wanders and he presses his soft thighs together and clears his throat. Glasses perched on the bridge of his freckled nose and his eyes wandering over their pages, feeling a stirring in his stomach. Seems he was not one of the lucky people who were unaffected by the duo.

Even the brief sketches and outlines filling the pages of his ‘The Bloodhounds’ sections would prove where his interests lied within them. Their hatchets drawn out, their preferred charms and patches. Even notes regarding their most spoken words in the Old Norse and Icelandic tongues that they spoke, carefully translated so he could observe their conversations more closely.

The more recent page had yet to be fully filled out, however. On to where that pesky smaller bloodhound had gone off to.

It just seemed one day Hound had just left, leaving Rune behind to carry the mantel of what Alexander was certain was an act of worship of participation and bloodshed. This had been about a month ago, and no matter how much snooping he did, there seemed to be no answer. Perhaps an injury? Duty to take care of back home?

Either way, the Syndicate didn’t care. As long as a singular Bloodhound remained to cause familiar bloodshed, then there was no need to fear. And Rune certainly performed just as terrifyingly as they had done before. Even without Hound to face nor be at their side.

But there was a new thing added to their daily mannerism now that Hound was no longer in the compound.

Phone calls.

It seemed simple, really, Alexander supposed it made sense to want to hear your long-time partner’s voice every day when you had not been separated in a long time. He couldn’t hear the conversation occurring, the drop ship’s walls being thick enough to provide that much privacy. Even if they were made of glass, most of the legends had taken to using blankets or netting to cover the glass to provide more privacy when they were on their few days of journey to the battle grounds.

The Bloodhounds had taken to putting up netting on either side, making it hard to see through, but not impossible. Alexander’s desk was pressed to their wall, and most times he would consider himself to be a good roommate by not snooping into their business.

Or at least, pretending he wasn’t.

Like now. Where he was very much not snooping and most definitely just writing in his journal. Not at all peeking over occasionally over his glasses as he pretended to reach to the side to grab a different pen or pencil.

That would just be asinine.

It’s not that he meant to direct his attention off his journal, it’s just that he kept seeing movement through the netting and it was distracting. Where dark amber hair keeps shifting in one specific spot and the flash of flesh and tattoos keeps catching his eye. Though he can’t make out what they’re saying exactly, the walls only muffing them so much. He is still able to hear the deep sound of their natural voice and the growl to each purr seeming to rattle the very walls around them.

Alexander slumps a bit in his seat, lifting his eyes and noting he can see perfectly through the hole of the net to see half of Rune’s body.

Rune’s...

Very.

Almost naked body.

With only a mesh shirt lifted up to expose what Alexander could see of their abdomen, his eyes wander down to where he can see everything from abdomen to their knees. Where they’re exposed. A strong hand wrapped around their tattooed and, frankly, large cock. Stroking it in a slow, methodical way. Their hips rolling back unsteadily on the hammock in a way he can only imagine was them fucking themself onto something.

Suddenly Alexander realizes why the hums of their voice through the wall make more sense as to why they were so well timed. Moans and words- possibly filthy words being spoken to their partner through the phone. A phone that Alexander can see if he subtly tilts his body downwards and looking up towards their body through the mesh of the net.

The phone is tucked against their shoulder and ear, and he can only imagine their blissed expression. Alexander can only just see how their sharp teeth bite into their full lower lip briefly, a light part of them in a soundless gasp and smirk of their lips before forming words he cannot hear but can imagine.

Privacy, Alexander chides himself as he sits up straight.

He tries to focus back on his journal instead, recapping the events that happened within Olympus’ grounds. He’d had the pleasure of being in a duo match with Bloodhound- or rather, Rune, who sat in the room just in front of him. He learned an interesting weakness of heights that day. However, he also had learned that in order to get the Giant down from a high location they had accidentally landed during drop- proved to be quite difficult.

It took coaxing and a promise that he stuck to for once, gripping their hand and helping them down. Alexander’s cheeks flush when he recaps the way their hand had clapped his shoulder with a low laugh in their chest of, “Thank you, Doctor. I shall spare your humiliation the next time we cross weapons. Unless, of course, you find it to be more rewarding that I do humiliate you?”

He grunts to himself, rolling his neck to try and make the thoughts vanish of just how those damned Bloodhounds had humiliated him in the ring time and time again. He always got vengeance, of course, but that didn’t stop the swelling in his pants at the images of the both of them flashing behind his eyelids.

Hound was crueler, especially if they had a score to settle. But Rune’s sheer size always made Alexander feel small, even when he was just backed into a corner by them. Either way, they both had him feeling more than a little something stirring within him.

Alexander grunts again, a hand squeezing between his legs to try and soothe the ache that had started. Normally he had a tough time getting hard, but it appears today would not be one of those days. A mild hindrance, but nothing that would provide too elephantine of an issue.

Just perhaps...mild discomfort, he thinks as he adjusts in his chair with a clear of his throat and a tug around the collar of his button up.

He rests his cheek on his fist, elbow on the desk and feeling depraved as his other gives another squeeze to his cock through his trousers. He was like any other human, he had needs, just needs he never felt the desire to act upon often. Plenty of people here ready to catch you off guard.

Alexander doesn’t mean for his thoughts to trail off, daydreaming felt so platitudinous. Overdone, undesired, and unneeded. Especially for a man of science, such as himself, who relied on realistic limitations.

But...perhaps he could indulge.

Just this once.

His mind was both his biggest help and biggest weapon. He’d seen the Bloodhounds without their helmets before on the times they’d rarely join a party and he would follow. Hound preferred sporting a lower mask, a respirator of demonic likeness he had assumed in the case of colder climates, but for the most part he could see them. And what a sight they were.

Worthy to the godly and royal pet names that their spouse referred to them as.

Rune, on the other hand, liked the attention, Alexander assumed. Judging by their more beguiling and eye-catching attire. Mesh shirts, long dark gowns with sparkling sleeves, or too tight of pants with a left open button up. They certainly liked when people would look over too often, flushed to their chests and drinking a little too heavily in the hopes of liquid courage.

Of course, that liquid courage would quickly be shot down if Hound didn’t like your approach, sometimes a snarl ricocheting off the walls of Witt’s bar and sending a pleasant shiver down Alexander’s spine. And fear through others.

Rune’s taunting voice lingers in his mind as his mind begins to swirl up arousing ideas.

He pictures them standing, taunting him and daring to lean down into his face to get close and taunt him, their breath spilling over his lips. He imagines smashing his lips to theirs, drinking in their taunting laugh as he’d spin them around in the bar’s bathroom. The hurry to yank down their pants and to see that perky, muscular ass he’s sure is covered in tattoos much like the rest of their body.

Would they growl or moan if he dragged his tongue along their cock? Would they curl their fingers in his hair or would they grip the sink behind them and allow him to taste them? So many questions for a simple fantasy, one that his mind helpfully supplies as he fishes his cock out of his trousers to start stroking in real time.

The fantasy continues, sinking his fingers into their ass and hearing them practically purr for him. Able to feel them clench around his lubricated fingers and imagining just how tight they’d be. The older dog laughing breathily down at him, taunting him and using that voice to their advantage. Asking when he became such a whore. And if they knew he had such a mouth on him, they would have used him long ago rather than making quick work of him in the ring. Other ways of humiliating the doctor.

Alexander’s breath catches, the hand on his cheek sliding to cover his mouth instead as his brows furrow and his hand jerks himself off with a harsher squeeze. His hand sliding down to squeeze at his heavy balls and gliding his fingers back up to grip himself roughly.

He imagines them gasping as he’d whip them around and fuck them from behind. Their breathy, low laughter rumbling in his chest as he’d fuck them from behind. A hand grabbing their jaw and tipping their head to the side as they’d smirk at him and croon between growls, “Enjoy your last show, Doctor? ” Only to be broken up by the sound of their low groan when he’d thrust into them to the hilt and press on their hips to drag them back with a snarl.

He’d want to bruise them, mark them as best as he could. Whether to prove a point or maybe to rile up their spouse that he knew would tear him apart if given the opportunity.

Their earthy scent would plague his nose as he’d bury himself to the hilt inside of them, biting into their shoulder when he came into them and hearing them pant and huff in his ear in turn. Just like the dog their title claimed they were. Being bred by him.

He imagines how they’d cling to his arms, digging their nails into his pale flesh and making him grunt from the pain as he tells them to take it as they howl. Releasing their own cum all over the sink.

Alexander’s eyes are blurry as he flutters them back open, his heart pounding and his hand covered in cum. His cock gives dull throbs in time with his heart beat, met with a shaky exhale as he reaches on his desk to grab a tissue to clean up the mess. Feeling a bit filthier than he had before, but feeling less pent up.

When his heart finally settles down, Alexander clears his throat, using a wet wipe to clean off his hands and remove any further evidence. He grabs his pen to go back to his journaling, even with his flushed face as he tries to not recap on what just happened. Flashes behind his eyes when he closes them briefly to try and take a breath and steady himself.

A knock on the glass in front of him makes him jump, looking upwards to see the net pulled back and Rune standing there with only pants hanging low around their hips and a smirk on their lips. Their head is tilted, their eyes calculating as if Alexander were looking at an inconsequential little experiment running a maze and unable to get out.

Locked in the eyes of a predator.

Their smirk transforms into a cockier look when they seem to take in Alexander’s flushed and disheveled look, only making him furrow his brow and try to play it off as if nothing was amiss. He gives them a questioning look, but watches as their lips spread into a predatory grin of sharp shark-like teeth and their red gaze flickering down towards his lap.

Alexander follows the gaze to where his cock is still out of his trousers. Burning red to his ears as he rushes to tuck himself away and hearing the muffled laugh of Rune from behind the glass from them being so close to it. Alexander refuses to look up from their journal, his head bowed and feeling humiliated.

He could weep at the fact his dick gives another harsh jerk at the debauched feeling.

When he finally braves himself enough to look up, Rune gives him a wink before they let the netting fall back down. Walking back to their resting area of the hammock and leaving Alexander to sit there in his aroused shame, and only feeling more aroused by the second at being caught.

When he finally decides to rest for the night, Alexander can’t help but wonder what is to become of him from the smaller of the Bloodhounds. If they even snarled at a drunken bystander trying to flirt with their spouse, what would they do when the knowledge that Rune was being watched would surely reach them?

There was no way they didn’t tell each other everything.

Alexander groans aloud when his cock twitches again at the thought of a knife to his throat and harsh words snarled to him from the smaller of the couple. How they’d probably step on his cock in the middle of the ring, call him filthy and disgusting for indulging in something so sinful as voyeurism-

He runs a hand over his face, reaching over and turning off his lamp and feeling just as filthy as earlier as he reaches under the sheets with new fantasies arising in his mind.

This time entailing both the Bloodhounds. Plenty of snarling, plenty of hungry hands squeezing him and depriving him of air.

Curious indeed.

#Caustichound #Bloodhound #Caustic #apex lemons #apex legends #nsft #lemon #princess writing #Puppy love

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incorrect-sdv-quotes · 4 years ago

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Okay so I know this is a SDV Incorrect quote blog but I really wanted to show off my SDV headcanon’s so you may ignore this post if you wish (I’ll go back to the normal posts after this, I have like 13 quotes queue’d up right now)

Headcanon’s under the cut:

1.Alex’s real first name is Alexander he just prefers to go by Alex

2.Alex is a trans male so he was born female but transitioned to male at age 13

3.The bachelors ages are (listed youngest to oldest):

Alex: 19

Sebastian: 19 (one month older then Alex)

Sam: 20

Harvey: 25-30

Elliott: 36

Shane: 38

4.Despite Sam being older then him Alex is taller (if you put them side by side Sam looks taller but that’s only cause of his hair if you flattened it you could see Alex was taller)

5.Sebastian is secretly a vampire (He does look like one anyway)

6. Haley and Alex kind of have a Hazel and Xander from Bunk’d relationship where they’re kinda friends but one of them *cough cough* Haley *cough* has a huge crush on the other to where it’s at yandere point- Haley is not QUITE as crazy about Alex that Hazel is about Xander and unlike Hazel Haley can hide the craziness she does have around people but when it’s just her and Alex she’s all crazy and clingy-

Like, she’ll call him pet names like “My jock prince” or “Alex-zandy-” or “My knight in shining armor” Etc. etc- or hug him and never let go until someone LITERALLY prys her off- Talk about nutty nutty nut-so-

7. My headcanon voices for the bachelors are: (Well some of them, if a name is in strike through that means I don’t have one for that one- yet)

Alex: Shining Armor from MLP

Sebastian

Sam: Rottmnt Leo/2020 Sonic the Hedgehog/Dewy from Ducktails (this one might change)

Harvey: Fozzie Bear (Harvey: WaKa WaKa (I’m sorry))

Elliott: Gunther from Shake It Up

Shane

8.Shane is basically the god of chickens he’s such a good caretaker of chickens that he could summon an army of chickens to peck the eyes out of everyone in town with one “Babock” CHICKEN ARMY!!

If you decided to read this post and you liked my headcanons then this is it for now more might be added later as I play the game and scroll through the SDV tags on Tumblr more

EDIT 1: More headcanons!:

9: Elliott is an amazing actor but a horrid horror-movie actor (It’s just his screams are unrealistic he will literally just say “Aaaah” otherwise it’s the same as the rest of his acting) (This scream-glitch is an easy fix if you yell “Ghost” more on that in 10)

10: Elliott is TERRIFIED of ghosts even those cute and/or clearly fake ghosts (Why else do you think Spirits Eve/Halloween has Skeletons every year and not ghosts? No one wants to scare anyone Too bad.) Actually Alex dared Elliott to watch the Disney Junior show Vampirina which went fine until Demi came on screen- Elliott literally wet himself and screamed for 3 whole hours- (Poor Alex who had to listen to that the whole time-)

11: Elliott treats his pocket crab as his ACTUAL son, not as his pet but as his actual biological son (it’s actually really cute)

12: The portraits in this video for a portraits mod is how the characters actually look to me (Excluding Elliott Sam and Sebastian they still live in my brain with their cannon looks): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmBW8BzSZpU&list=WL&index=1&t=5s

13: Krobus is Sebastian’s father (yeah you THINK it would not make sense along with Hc numb.5 but if you think about it if his father is a monster and his mother is human he’s gonna be born as a human-looking monster! Which is a Vampire!)

EDIT 2: Damnit. I was scrolling through this and I realized I missed a Hc and it slipped through the original post and the EDIT 1!

14: Alex has Dyslexia (this bugger Hc belonged in the original post but it slipped through both edits)

EDIT 3: MORE HEADCANNONS-

15: Both Abigail and Sebastian used to have hair to match their parents (Abby’s was brown (Like said in game) and Sebastian’s was Ginger) but due to their “Unusual” parents (Abigail: Wizard Sebastian: Krobus) their hair changed color when they got older and their mothers just pretended they died their hair so both the towns people and Abigail and Sebastian themselves would not freak out

16: Sebastian has snake bite piercing's but he only wears them when he’s alone (he got them in the first place cause 1: Sam dared him and 2: he decided it would be a fun way to rebel against dead to Sebastian Demetrius, he didn’t have to keep them but he ended up liking the look)

17: Sebastian owns a giant frog plush, it’s twice the size of him, is really soft and is incredibly fat (it’s to the point it’s just a circle that has stubby legs) he loves it more then anything Excluding Alex but he does not want anyone finding out he loves it let alone owns it so he stuffs it under his bed when people are in and/or near his room

18: Sebastian’s first word was literally “Froggy”

Ex:

Robin: Can you say “mama”?

Baby!Sebastian: ...Froggy!

Robin:

Robin: Out of all words your first word is “Froggy”? Really?

19: The shortest to tallest Bachelors are:

Shane

Sam (If you take his hair and go *Squishes flat*)

Alex

Sebastian

Sam (If you count the added height from his Mullet)

Harvey

Elliott (Tall stinky sea dude)

20: Sam got Sebastian to scream “Bubbles” for 5 hours straight

Details on that:

Sam: It’s impossible to say “Bubbles” threateningly

Sebastian:

Five munities later:

Robin: Uhhhh Sam? Why is my son on the roof screaming “BUBBLES”?

21: Sebastian owns a biker jacket but he only wears it when riding his motorcycle cause the jacket makes him look way more goth then emo and he prefers the emo look over goth look despite he acts more like a goth

22: One Feast of The Winter Star Sebastian got everyone an empty box and when they opened it Seb said: “It’s a void of nothingness. Just like life.” He did not get in trouble or nothing cause your allowed to give what you want but he did not do that again

23: Sebastian requires glasses to read, he can see perfectly but when it comes to reading on a computer or on paper he needs glasses

24: Sam does a perfect Darth Vader voice and Darth Vader breathing noises

25: Sebastian has vampire powers (cause he is a vampire (Hc 5)), he knows about them and is chill about it but he does not use them unless necessary cause he just does not feel the need to use them otherwise (His powers include, immortality (he also can’t be killed cause on my take on Vampires the stuff that “Traditionally” harms/kills them is just a mith and actually does nothing to them), super strength, increased speed, fast self-healing, telekinesis (I know this is not “Traditionally” a vampire power but Seb does have it) and the ability to change into a bat)

26: Both Sebastian and Elliott are actually pretty jacked (Not Alex level jacked but still) you just can’t see it unless they’re shirt-less (but in Seb’s case at least loose the hoodie)

27: Harvey’s doctor’s mallet weapon is just as heavy and as big as himself so he rarely goes into combat cause he has trouble welding his own weapon-

Harvey: Time to explore the mines! *grabs his giant doctors mallet*

Harvey: Nope going down. *falls backward with a thud*

28: Elliott carries at least one very sharp pencil with him at all times so if he sees a very annoying person or a slime that escaped the mines he’ll grab it and go *StAb*

29: Everyone else makes Hermit jokes around Elliott which he finds funny and annoying at the same time (They used to do the jokes about Sebastian as well but they stopped cause when they did Seb strangled them Darth Vader style) Ex of the hermit jokes:

*singing* Someone’s on the beach with a hermit! There’s a hermit on the beach I know I know! Someone’s on the beach with a hermiiiit! And the hermit’s name is Elliott!

30: If you think Elliott’s cannon SDV schedule is anti-social you should see how anti-social he gets when writing a book-

EDIT 4: Surprise, there’s more

31: Elliott is a mermaid merman (he’s a human by day half human half fish by night but he’ll change forms sooner if you dump water on him- found that out by Haley throwing water on him in hopes he’ll melt-)

32: When in ‘fish’ form Elliott’s tail is incredibly strong (if you get hit by it you’ll go flying 900 feet in the air in 5 seconds at full strength)

33:Elliott only lets Harvey call him “Elly” if anyone else does so expect Elliott to dump water on himself then hit you with his fish tail)

34:Vincent will sing The Little Mermaid song “Under the sea” around Elliott and Sebastian (Sebastian cause think about it and Elliott cause he’s an IRL Mermaid)

#sdv #stardew valley #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #headcanons #not a quote #I have to edit this like 100 times cause I'm dealing with a strikethrough glitch

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plush-rabbit · 4 years ago

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Bandaged Tummy

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: This probably would’ve worked better as headcanons so uh... Sorry.

You don’t know how everything could have gone wrong so fast. You were brought along for safety in numbers and now you sit on your knees, hands pressed against Tomura’s side that stains your hands with a burning blood. You heave above him, eyes watering and tears falling and mixing with the blood that coats your arms.

He takes gasping breaths, croaking and a horrible sound that fills your ears. You watch him with wide, frantic eyes, bottom lip trembling and the sounds of action behind you fall deaf to your ears. There are flashes of blue, orange and green that mix into a horrible shade that illuminates his skin in a deadly glow.

“Tomura,” you whimper, pressing your hands deeper against his side, desperate to stop the blood that manages to slip between the gaps of your fingers. “Tomura, please,” you beg him, vision growing blurry. “Just keep looking at me, stop- stop closing your eyes,” you gasp out. He closes his eyes and you can feel him grow cold under you, his breaths weaker and eyes starting to close.

“”S hurts,” he slurs, his fingers jerking at his side and coming to a still. “‘M tired.”

“Sh, it’s okay,” you coo. “Just- Don’t sleep, okay? Keep looking at me, please.” Your words repeat and you pull him closer to your body, his blood staining your clothes and the metallic smell reaches your nose and you sob more. “Tomura,” you whine, shaking your head and more tears fall from your face and land onto him, the clear fluid disappearing into the mess of his blood.

“What’s,” he murmurs, hardly any sound leaving past his lips, “going on?”

“We’re winning, it’s okay,” You tell him, moving the hair out of his face, forehead and pale hair stained in blood. “Just keep yourself awake. We have to see this through, right?” You nod your head, a strained smile forcing itself on your face that quickly falters. “Stay with me, okay? Come on, Tomura. Please. I need you to stay with me. I don’t- I can’t lose you, please.” Your body hunches over his in a protective shell and you sob above him, closing your eyes. “I love you Tomura, please. Just stay awake. Don’t leave me. I love you, please.” You heave over him, sobbing, tears slipping down, painted in golden ichor, and disappearing into his side.

“So you have a quirk,” Shuichi says, more of a statement, rather than a question. His arms are crossed, nails tapping against his scales. There’s blood on his shirt and you look away. “Would’ve been useful if it had shown up before.”

“I-” You want to defend yourself, but even you’re still unsure of what happened. Your heart still races, palms still clammy and shaky. Your stomach hurts, twisting and knotting, making you feel as if you’d spill all the contents inside of you at any second. “I didn’t even know,” you mutter. You had never shown any sign of your quirk growing up, you had the extra bone even. And yet, everyone witnessed as you cried above Shigaraki, tears mixing with his blood, and healed him.

“There’s no point in looking at the past,” Atsuhiro comments, looking over to you. You can see his finger twitch and you lower your gaze. “At least we know they can heal now. It’ll be useful.”

There’s tension, thick and unyielding. Your mouth is dry, a heavy taste on your tongue as if filled with cotton balls. You’re exhausted, bones weighing heavy and dragging you deeper into the couch. “I-” your voice cracks and you give out a meager cough- “I’m sorry. I didn’t know and-” tears well in your eyes and you lower your head, hands fisting together on your thigh. “

“There’s no point in crying about it,” Dabi’s voice rings through. A tear falls and catches on the back of your hand. “Like Compress said, at least we know now.”

“But do you even know how it works?” Himiko asks and you can feel her gaze on you. “If you just got it-”

You shake your head “no” in response and you hear her sigh.

“You cried when you healed Shigaraki, so if you cry some more maybe you’ll heal?” Jin adds, and you look up. “You think your spit can do it too?” He adds and you crinkle your nose.

“I don’t know.” You dab at your eyes with the back of your hand and lean against the couch cushions. “I don’t even know if I can do it when I cry. Like on command I mean. What if it’s an emotion related thing? Or- Or-”

“Whatever it is, it’s useful.” You startle and all eyes turn around to look at Giran who stands alone. “You’ll have to work on it but it saved Shigaraki’s life,” he trails off, lighting a cigarette. You open your mouth and he holds a hand. “He’s fine. Rough shape and all, no heavy lifting, you know the works but he’ll live. The doc left through the back door. Made sure of it.”

“Can we-”

“Visit him?” Giran raises a brow. “I don’t see why not.” He blows out a wisp of smoke and you pull away. “I’ll be taking my leave if the rest of you are fine.” He waves a hand and goodbyes are thrown out, only responding with another simple wave goodbye and the door closes shut.

“You ever wonder what he does when he’s not with us?” Himiko asks, rubbing at her bandaged arm.

“I try not to,” Jin replies.

You stand from the couch. “I’m going to go visit Tomura.” You look around as if waiting for permission to be granted or denied. “Okay?”

“Go ahead.” Dabi brings his legs up to rest where you once sat. “No one’s stopping you.”

You nod and mutter a simple “thank you”. You leave the room and walk over to Tomura’s room. Your steps are slow and sluggish, a tugging feeling on your chest and you’re unsure of how he looks now. When you last saw him, he was pale and covered in blood. You wonder if he’ll still look the same. If he’ll still look half dead.

Your knuckles rap softly against the wooden door. You rest your forehead against the door and close your eyes, rapping your knuckles once more. Softly you hear a grunt of acknowledgment and your eyes close.

“I’m coming in, okay?” You whisper, waiting for another grunt of confirmation. It’s wheezing and it sounds painful and you enter the room, the dim glow from the hallway light spilling into the room before you close the door and once again enveloped in darkness.

Your eyes adjust quickly and you walk towards the lamp, fingers fumbling around with the knob until it turns on. Tomura closes his eyes in irritation, mouth pulling into a grimace and you apologize. You look down on him and suck in a sharp breath. He lays on his back, bandages once pure white, now stained in red wrapped around his midsection, a dark bruise forming under his eye and gauze covering a gash near his chest.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. His eyes droop and he turns his face to the other side of the room. “What do you want?”

“I wanted to check in on you.” You rub at your arm and stare down at the bandages that seep with crimson. “I guess my quirk didn’t work all that well, huh?”

“What?” He stares back and you. “No, uh,” he shakes his head, “you got rid of the bigger wound but there were more cuts and-” he’s interrupted by a coughing fit, wincing as his chest contracts, a hand coming up and fisting over to place itself over the gauze.

“Tomura!” You yelp, coming down, mindful to sit next to him on the bed. Your hand goes to cover his and for a brief second you pause only to continue and wrap your hand gently around his wrist. “Are you- Do you need water?”

“No,” he wheezes, “I’m fine, just- fuck,” he hisses, burying himself deeper against the bed. “Let’s talk about your quirk.”

“Straight to the point, huh?” You half joke, pulling your hand away from his wrist and setting it down on your lap and your other hand wraps around the wrist, mimicking what you had just done. “I promise, I didn’t have one. Or I didn’t know that I had one. I don’t know what triggered it. Well, I have a feeling it was due to emotions but that’s only a theory.” You look up at him and struggle to meet his eyes. “If I had known, I would have told you.”

He stares at you, eyes darting around your face searching for something, and you tear your gaze away from his. “I believe you,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “You- Thank you.”

You look at him and smile softly. “You’re welcome.” You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip. “The doctor said no heavy lifting-”

“Yeah, I was awake for that bit.”

“Yeah,” you murmur, nodding your head, “you blacked out,” you whisper. “I- We thought you were done for.” The bed creaks and you turn your head, watching as he scoots himself further up on the bed. “Tomura,” you hold your arms out, hovering over his arms, “what are you doing?”

“I’m tired of laying down,” he says, moving up from the bed, wincing as he does so. “Help me up.”

“Stop straining yourself.” You help him move up, frantically adding pillows behind his back. “I thought you said you listened-”

“I’m not straining myself, I’m just moving up the bed.”

“You’re going to pull on your cuts,” you whine, pulling your arms away when he leans against the wall. “Can you just-”

“You aren’t allowed to yell at me,” he says and when you look up at him, you see him with a grin.

“You are not using your whole “I’m the leader” card on me right now.” You glower at him, your lips pulled into a thin line. “I may be a healer, but-”

“I remember what you told me,” he adds, eyes glinting with something mischievous and you feel blood rush to your face. “You know, while you cried-”

“I should go!” You stand up from the bed, shoulders stiff. As you turn, you feel something tug on the hem of your shirt. You turn around and see his fingers pinched, pulling on your shirt to lower you back down on the bed. “I was scared, okay? I thought-”

“You thought I was dying and confessed your love to me?” He has a cheshire grin on his face and you tug your shirt away from his grasp. “Not exactly the best timing, don't you think?”

“You’re being awful on purpose,” you groan, sitting back on the bed, covering your face in your hands. “Can I take my confession back?”

“No,” he adds quickly, his grasp leaving you. “You told it to me when I was dying so now I get to hear it again.”

You take a peek at him through the gaps of your fingers and slowly peel your hands away from your hands. You squint your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. “You scared me, you know?” You can feel a lump in your throat and your eyes sting with fresh tears. “I could- You were dying in my arms. Your blood was-” your voice cracks and you take a wheezing breath.

You double over, holding yourself in your arms and you take deep, quick breaths in an attempt to calm yourself. You feel knuckles drag against your back and you swallow tightly turning to look at him with red rimmed eyes and a sniffling nose.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, letting his hand drag down your back and rest above his stomach. “I didn’t want to put you through that.” He turns his head and his apple bobs in his throat, cheeks hollowing as he tries to think of what to say next. “I won’t put you through that again.”

“You promise?” You whisper, turning your body to look at him fully, wiping the tears in your eyes away with the back of your hand.

“I promise,” he says, meeting your eyes and he bites his bottom lip. “Tell me what you told me again.”

“It’s embarrassing,” you mumble, shaking your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Why do you even want to hear it?” You ask, trying to drag the answer out of him.

“I was dying. I get to hear it now that I’m with the living,” he reasons, giving you a smile.

You take a deep breath and look at him. “Only if you tell me why,” you try to bargain, keeping your gaze steady on him.

“I almost died and-”

“Yes, but you didn’t. So, come on,” you roll your hand, a teasing smile on your face, “I want to hear it too, you know.”

He rolls his eyes. “Only because we finally have a healer on our team.” He sighs and runs a hand down his face. “Because I also have strong feelings towards you. Happy? I also return your affections and love you.” He huffs at you and shakes his head, a smile starting to tug at his lips. “So out with yours.”

You smile at him and bite at your bottom lip. You look behind to the door and back at him. With the small boost of confidence he has given you, you lean forward and kiss at the corner of his lips. “I love you too,” you tell him, lips brushing against his.

“I think I missed what you said,” he whispers, turning his head to look at you in the eyes. “Can you tell me again?” You nod your head and his lips press against yours, leaning towards you, deepening the kiss and you move your hand to hold onto his wrist, rubbing at him with your thumb.

#shigaraki tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura imagine #tomura shigaraki imagines #bnha shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura #bnha imagines #i hope you liked it!!#i feel liek i couldve done better but head became empty

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wouldpollyapprove · 4 years ago

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Headcanon: Going Into Labor On Your Husband’s Birthday

Summary: Going into labor on your husbands birthday.

Isaiah Jesus x Reader

Warnings:

A/n: i love these! They are so cute!!! If you guys want me to do them for any other characters, I 100% will. I have so much fun writing these and I know you guys like them. I have another one of these coming out, which is a Finn x Reader x Isaiah. I have no clue how it will go. Honestly, I’m kinda running out of ideas because I don’t want them to all be the same.

Masterlist

You had woken up early that morning to prepare for the day.

It was Isaiah’s birthday and, though, he didn’t want you to fuss over it, you couldn’t help but do so.

The two of you had been married a little over a year and ever since you’d known him, you had always baked him a cake for his birthday.

There was no way you were going to pass that up this year.

Stirring the cake mix, you hummed as Isaiah entered the kitchen. You flashed him a smile, seeing he was barely ready for the day, skirt yet to be buttoned and face unshaven.

“What are you making?” he asked, coming to wrap his arms around you, letting them rest on your swollen belly.

Leaning into him, you pulled the spoon out of the batter to show him. “Cake.”

Isaiah groaned, shaking his head. “I told you not to bother with the cake, love. You heard what the doctor said.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to what you were doing. “Yes, I know. Rest. But last time I check, baking a cake won’t kill me.”

“You don’t know that,” he warned. “Please, just rest your feet when your done.” He kissed your hair before going to get himself a cup of coffee.

When you’d gotten pregnant, everyone told you to go about your day as normal. You heard it from your mother, your sister, Polly, and even Ada. They all told you the same thing. So, you did just that.

Isaiah was hesitant about that, weary that you would hurt yourself, but you always assured him you were fine.

That was until you took a tumble down the stairs a week prior.

You were trying to do laundry, bring the dirty clothes down to the kitchen to wash, when you hadn’t quiet landed on one of the steps and gravity pulled you down.

It wouldn’t have been bad, in your mind, had you not been weeks away from your due date.

At the time, you were the only one home, having to pick yourself up off the floor, despite the pain, and find someone to call.

There was no telling where your husband was and you knew you couldn’t call your mother at work, that left only one person you knew would pick up.

Ada rushed over, wasting no time to get to you and checked you over before taking you to the hospital.

She had become much like an older sister to you as yours were always too busy to make time for you. She helped you with your wedding, going with you to pick out your wedding dress, and she was the first person you told when you found out you were expecting.

Once you were given a bed and made comfortable, Ada left you for a few minutes to call the betting shop. Polly was no doubt there and would know where the boys were.

It didn’t take long for Polly to find the boys and send Isaiah to the hospital, holding the other men back, stating that he was the only one you needed in that moment.

You were half a sleep by the time your husband was at your side and, even though the doctor told you that you were fine, Isaiah wasn’t completely convinced.

The two of you went about your morning as usual.

You put your cake in the oven and, doing as you were asked, you sat at the table and drank some tea.

Isaiah finished getting dressed and wandered back into the kitchen. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

You nodded, watching him put a few pieces of bread in the toaster. “Ate when I woke up.”

“I have to go to the Garrison after this.”

You frowned, “But it’s your birthday,” you whined. “Can’t Tommy find someone else?”

There was silence as Isaiah placed his toast on a plate and took a seat at the table. “It will only be for an hour,” he assured you. You rolled your eyes, an hour to Thomas Shelby meant two. “I swear, just an hour.”

“Alright, but you better come straight home.”

Taking a bite of his toast, he nodded.

While Isaiah finished his breakfast, you took the cake out of the oven and let it cool. Sitting it by the stove, you pulled out all you would need to make frosting. The cake would be fine on it’s own but all birthday cakes needed frosting.

Your husband placed his plate in the sink when he was finished, kissed you on the cheek, and went to fetch his coat. “Anything ya want me to get from the market?”

“No,” you drawled. “I’ll probably think of something once you leave, though.” With that, he slipped out the door, promising to be home on time.

You had little faith that would happen.

Once the frosting was finished and the cake was completely cool, you began to frost it. You weren’t even half way done when you felt some liquid run down your leg.

“Fuck,” you mumbled, believing you had simply peed yourself. Your mother had warned you that something like that may happen, though you had yet to experience. Leaving the half frosted cake, you make your way up stairs to change your clothes, grumbling the whole way.

With newly washed clothes, you walked down the stairs, being careful to watch your step. A shark pain hit your lower abdomen once at the bottom of the stairs. Grabbing onto the rail for support, you sucked in a breath and waited for it to pass.

It lingered for longer then you would have liked, but once it was gone, you waddled into the kitchen to finish what you had started.

The cake wasn’t perfect but you were no baker, so it was fine.

Taking a step back, you sunk into one of the chair at the table, admiring your work. You weren’t given long before the pain crept back in, stronger this time, causing you to lean against the table.

Part of you wanted to believe it was simply nothing, but another part of you knew it was foolish to believe that.

With shaking hand, you pushed your self out of the chair and slowly made your way over to the phone. In that moment, you wanted to call Isaiah, but what could he do? Instead, you dialed Ada, praying she would pick up.

“Ada,” you sighed in relief when her voice came through the line. “I think the baby’s coming!”

“Shit,” she mumbled, “Are you at home?” Once you answered, she asked another question, “Is Isaiah there?”

“No, he’s at the Garrison with your brothers,” you breathed as a contraction washed over you.

Ada sighed and told you to hold tight, that she was on her way and would fetch Polly on the way over.

Hanging up the phone, all you could do was pace around the house. Sitting didn’t seem comfortable and, in all honesty, you had no clue what to do. No one had every told you a single thing to do once in labor, it was horrible for you to have to figure it out on your own.

It was long before Polly and Ada walked through the door, sweet smiles greeting you.

“Ada, call the boys,” Polly instructed, stripping off her coat. “Let’s get you up stairs.” She led you up the stairs, a careful hand resting on your back.

By the time Isaiah, with the Shelby brothers right behind him, entered the house, you were already tired and wanted nothing more than to hold your baby in your arms.

Isaiah leaned against the kitchen counter, Finn searching for a bottle of whiskey. After your fall a few weeks prior, he was worried how this would go. He couldn’t lose you.

“She’ll be fine,” John assured him from his seat at the table. Though, he knew more than Isaiah when it came to childbirth, his words didn’t hold as much meanings as he thought they would.

The only thing that would sooth the man was seeing you, alive and well.

It felt like an eternity before Ada came down the stairs, the blanket Isaiah’s father had gifted them in her arms.

Standing straighter, he held his breath as she placed the squirming bundle in his arms. Moving the material out of the baby’s face, Isaiah smiled at his child.

The baby in his arms, a part of him and the woman he loved, was the best birthday present he’d ever received.

“It’s a girl, just like Polly said,” Ada told him.

Glancing up at her, he asked, “How’s Y/n?”

“Perfectly fine. You can go up and see her if you’d like.”

He didn’t need to be told again as he raced up the stairs. If were up to him, he would have been by his wife’s side the whole time. Perhaps, if they were to have anymore children, he would be there, holding her hand.

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frightfurtabby · 3 years ago

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HimiKiyo Week Day 6: I Melt With You

// 2nd to last day, the theme is sickness and health. Emi told me about a headcanon about Kiyo having Marfan Syndrome a while ago so I used that for this. And to add another layer I’ve made a nod to a grey’s anatomy episode we watched on a date night. sadly i dont think thats enough for me to be able to tag that fandom tho smh//

Word Count: 1299

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34224124

Amino: (coming soon)

Korekiyo always had health problems in some way since they could remember. It wasn’t easy to live with but Sister had always had it worse. Of course she did, because her ailments were rarer and deadlier, as she frequently reminded them back in those days. It was all about her so without her things went south for several years. (More so than they had been)

Himiko also knew what it was like to lose somebody to something like that. It was one of the things that they bonded over in their early days knowing one another. It took a few conversations to fully open up about that. It took even longer then for Kiyo to confess there was a reason for their lanky appearance and spindly fingers: Marfan Syndrome.

A big catch was that their heart was bad. It could be fixed with surgery, but that and the medications were simply managing it and the dozens or so other symptoms. It, like many of the disorders Kiyo’s sister had while she was alive, was incurable.

Any surgery had risks, but the risks were better than risking the damage to the arteries getting any worse. It had finally come time for the procedure. There were indicators their heart would start to get worse.

Himiko was in the room when the doctor broke the news. In a cruel twist it was she that seemed to need the most comforting about the news. Kiyo kept her up on their lap and brushed fingers across her hand.

“I’m going to be fine, darling.” They told her before giving a peck on the cheek. “Recovery might take a while but when I’m all better, I’ll be better than ever before. Stronger.”

“You’ll really be okay honey?” She clung to them like a koala.

“Yes. I promise that.” A promise sealed with a kiss on her lips. That was the kind that should never be broken, so they knew they had to fight.

There were little conversations day to day about it. It was first caught extremely early as many genetic conditions were. It started with eye problems and scoliosis. A few more observations and tests and it was the answer. Plus, there was a family history with it due to one grandfather having had it.

Kiyo had a morbid sense of humor and one of the jokes was about how they were “Always in and out of the hospital, so why not have something interesting to stay longer. Make things a lot more convenient”

Himiko knew she had to stay in the hospital overnight tonight, so she put a call in to an old friend to house-sit and make sure to feed their kitty child, Ryo. It was the night before the big day.

“Thank you.” Kiyo said, propped up a bit on the pillows. They figured they may get some shut-eye soon. “I got a little sad, but then I thought about how happy he’ll be when his mommies come back home.” They smiled.

“I’ll be glad when this is all over.” she put her phone under the pillow on the visitors couch she was going to sleep on before walking over to hold their hand. “If the doctors mess anything up I’ll sue.” She wasn’t kidding, and hoped it didn’t come to that.

A smile crossed Kiyo’s face as they gently returned her little hand squeeze. “I know you would. I trust that I’ll be fine here.”

She leaned in and gave a kiss. “Is there anything you’d like before bed?”

Stroking their chin in thought, an answer came with a slight delay. “Well… how about a bedtime story? I’ve read those to you many times, so this can be a good opportunity for your turn.”

“Hehe, I thought you might say something like that. So I came up with one already earlier today.” she explained, “So, I hope you’ll enjoy hearing this tale.” It was a relaxing one with a relatively light conflict. Many talking animals inhabited a lush green landscape with the yellow sun shining on them above.

Some of the denizens of this land had assumed a Kitsune had stolen lost items from them when things went missing solely due to the creature’s reputation. After a bit of detective work, starting from a single odd feather out in the nearby farm’s chicken coop led to the discovery that there was a visit from a Tengu and that had been the true culprit.

Kiyo enjoyed laying back and listening instead of telling for once, eyes closed as they listened and visualized what was going on in the story. Following it all along, walking in the shoes of the characters. As time passed they got sleepier, her voice soothing any worry they had.

Happy little yawns popped up here and there. Kiyo expended only a small bit of energy to lean up and nuzzle into her hand as she ran soft, gentle hands along their cheek or through their hair.

“Mmm, I know I tell you this a lot but you really are cuter than you’re given credit for.”

“Am I?” they asked, briefly opening their eyes to look up with a flutter.

“Yes, especially when you’re all sleepy like this. You should rest up.”

The next day Kiyo woke up a little bit later than usual. It was still morning but the sun was approaching the peak it would have at midday. The curtains were open so that meant either one of the doctors or nurses or Himiko opened them.

Their wife was up and about, returning a moment later. “Oh, you’re awake! You were still resting when I got up. I brought you something.”

In her hands was a bottle of water and some toast with jam.

“It’s not very much but since it's today it has to be light.”

Kiyo nodded. “Well, it is breakfast in bed served by my beloved. I’d say that its enough~”

They took a drink first and then a few bites of their food. Himiko walked up for a hug when they’d finished eating.

“So, how do you want to spend the rest of the time before they take you in?”

“I’m not sure, there’s plenty to read or we could watch the television.”

“I’ll watch with you.” she said, pulling a seat up.

Kiyo flipped through the channels until something interesting came up and then put the remote on the bedside table. The couple held hands and tried to keep away the anxiety and worry for a few more hours.

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Hours later the Doctor came in, asking if they were ready. To which Kiyo nodded.

They looked over to Himiko and gave her hand a squeeze. “I’ll see you again soon honey. Don’t worry about me too much.”

She kissed them and Kiyo reached up around her shoulders to return the kiss.

She waved them goodbye for now, adding before her wife left “I’ll try, but I can’t help but worry at least a little.”

She occupied herself more or less successfully. At least she hadn’t freaked herself out badly. They came back in one piece, still under, just a few hours later. Hours that dragged on yet felt like nothing at all when she knew they were going to be okay.

Her huge grin never left her. Kiyo woke up and looked up so happily tears just about formed.

As the two hugged close, Kiyo said their first words since before the surgery. “Told you I’d be back, This wasn’t so bad now was it?”

“I guess not. I’ll always be here no matter what else you’ll need” Himiko knew there may be a need for further surgery in the future, given what she knew about their medical history from before they met. “That’s what I signed up for after all.”

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theawkwardterrier · 4 years ago

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to seek a newer world

Steggy Week 2k20, day 6 Prompt: Headcanons and fave moments

Summary: Lateness becomes a bit of a theme through the years.

AO3 link here. Thanks to @steggyfanevents for organizing!

Steve was still on the couch reading by dim lamplight when Peggy came down at 12:29 a.m. She walked over, yawning, and curled into his side.

“Cutting it quite close again, isn’t she?” she asked into his T-shirt. He chuckled, put in his bookmark, and turned to kiss her head.

“I’m just waiting up. She still has another minute,” he pointed out. They silently counted it down together.

“And now she doesn’t,” Steve sighed. “She’s late. Officially. Again.”

“They both are. I peeked in on Will before I came down and he had pillows all lumped up beneath the duvet.”

Steve groaned softly. “And he’s already supposed to be grounded, too. Plus I’ll probably find that window screen torn up on the lawn in the morning.”

“What on earth made us think we were qualified to handle twins, I certainly don’t know.”

“Knowing how much personality got split between our two, I think even one might have been too much.”

She yawned again, shuts her eyes as she leaned into him. She actually had the weekend off, not even an emergency summit on the horizon, and had counted on it meaning at least one good night’s sleep. “Well, I do hope they’re enjoying themselves considering the chores they’ll be taking on in exchange for this. Washing the supper dishes for the next month, at least.”

“They already wash the dishes,” Steve reminded her, pulling her closer. He leaned his face into her hair. “And help with the yard, and make honor roll. They really are good kids, when it comes down to it.”

“I know that, and I certainly wouldn’t exchange them, especially considering some of the alternatives. I only wish that they would try to overcome the predisposition to lateness which you passed down.”

“Me? Sounds more like your genetics at work.”

“I think you’ll find that I have a reputation for punctuality,” she replied, “while you come up rather short in that department.”

A pair of headlights moved across the living room curtains, not stopping. Busy took the car tonight, but if her brother sneaked out, she would drop him off around the corner, let him jump the neighbors’ fences and slink through the back door, or try climbing up the house back into his window. (Sometimes Steve cursed what he passed on to them. Not often, though. Neither of them had ever had so much as a cold.)

"Maybe the lateness comes from both of us," Steve suggested, gesturing at their wedding picture on the side table. "We’ve certainly had our moments."

"Hmm," she said, though he suspected that was more tiredness than agreement.

In the silence, the brief creak of the upstairs window was especially pronounced, as was the curse Will gave when he fell through it. Apparently he’d made it back in decent condition.

"Pillows under the blanket, huh?" Steve laughed softly. "They really do think we’re idiots.” And he got up to have a talk about punctuality and punishment with his son.

Steve adjusted his shoulders against the headboard, licking a finger absently as he turned a page. The story was easy to get pulled back into quickly, which was good because—

“And the looks I get during meetings are absolutely unbelievable.” Peggy slammed her own book back into her lap, or what was left of it. “An emergency summit about China, and every eye pointed at my middle as if they’d never seen one before.”

To be fair, her middle was fairly spectacular these days, but if they couldn’t stay focused, out of politeness if not duty… “Assholes,” he agreed. “Turn over.”

She did unquestioningly, putting her book on the nightstand and allowing him to start in pressing the tension from her back. He knew well how to do it, as he should after months, after years.

“He’s late,” she growled into the pillow after a moment. “I can’t believe he’s so late.”

“The doctor said that first kids can be like that. A little reluctant to come out. Taking a little extra time to…” Steve paused. “Cook,” he finished after an awkward moment.

She sighed. “I know, and I certainly wouldn’t want an uncooked child. It’s still bloody inconsiderate of him to be so delayed. Making my back ache like this all day, and in the absolute depth of summer, too.”

“You think it’s a boy?” He smiled, despite the aggravation in her voice. They had the bassinet all ready, and dozens of outfits so miniature that sometimes he would simply unfold them, hold them in his palm, and stare in wonder.

“No daughter of mine would be so rude, I should hope.” She moaned as he hit a particularly good spot, lifting her face to the bit of breeze coming through the open window. Perhaps the rain which had been threatening might really come at last.

“Maybe she’s just being strategic, like her mother.”

“I’ll have to teach whoever they are better than that.” She sighed. “Strategy indeed. Not even out in the world and already biting the hand that—Oh!”

He sat up abruptly, book sliding to the floor beside him.

“Was that—?”

“Yes.” She touched carefully at the mattress beneath them. “Yes, I suppose it’s time.”

The bag for the hospital was right beside the bed. It swung from Steve’s hand as he patted his pockets a bit frantically to make sure he had his keys.

“Steve.”

He looked over. Peggy had put her feet carefully over the side of the bed, waiting for him to help her with her shoes. The look on her face was unfamiliar.

“Steve,” she said again. “What if I’m not ready?”

He wasn’t certain that he was ready either - they were so small, babies, and he didn’t exactly have experience - but he smiled for her.

“Then it’s a good thing this one seems to like to take it slow and give us plenty of time. We’ll be able to catch up.”

“Of course,” she said, then, determined, “Of course. We’ll catch up.”

“I’m fairly certain,” Peggy said, breathing hard, “that it will be quite humiliating when we get out of here,” but she pressed herself closer to him.

Steve suggested idly, “So maybe we just shouldn’t leave,” but even saying it, he knew it was impossible - and maybe not desirable either. “Not that I want to miss our own wedding,” he added hastily. He felt the silk of her dress under his fingers, thought about watching it spin as they had their first dance, about having a picture from today at home, hearing people comment on it - maybe even their kids one day... “I actually really want to be married to you.”

“More than you want this?” she asked cheekily, hands still beneath his suit jacket.

“I’ve heard a rumor,” he said, bending squarely toward her, “that we still get to do this after we’re married.”

“In closets?” she breathed, reaching close right back. “Closets are essential.”

“Wherever you want...”

And then his mouth was on hers, and he forgot where they were, what he’d been saying, had been thinking, until he felt her engagement ring pressed to his cheek. He pulled away, took her hand, kissed the knuckles. “Come on,” he said. “I have another ring to go with this one.”

She opened the door with practiced stealth, peering into the corridor of the community hall. They had only planned to spend last night apart, but between an operation gone wrong, Dernier getting lost in the city, and Howard’s persistent offers of “one last hurrah!” for each of them, it had been nearly a week since they’d last seen each other. It was no wonder that, when they’d each happened to come collect their thoughts in the back hallway, one thing had led to another.

Luckily, no one seemed to be around. Or perhaps less than luckily: some members of their wedding party were meant to be observant, with world saving responsibilities, and they hadn’t exactly been well-hidden.

“We’re late,” Peggy whispered as they left the broom closet behind. (Steve caught a mop by the handle and propped it back against the wall before shutting the door.) “We’re very late.”

“I know. We’ll probably hear about it in every toast.”

“And for the next ten years besides.” She stopped just before the set of doors which would bring them back into the foyer. She looked into his face, so easily familiar even in the dim light. “But I wouldn’t exchange it. We are who we are, and I quite like who we are.”

He looked back, so entirely thankful that he would have the chance to do that for the rest of their lives. “I do too,” he said. “Even if it means giving Jarvis a heart attack by ruining all of his planning.”

Peggy scoffed. “Ruining it? Simply a delay, darling. Which poor Jarvis might have counted into his plans anyway.” And she pushed open the doors, ready to get on with the next part, and all they’d get after.

“They’re late,” Steve said exasperatedly, though it was fairly obvious by now: their information had the handoff taking place at midnight, and it was already half past. He shifted in his seat - Peggy’s sedan wasn’t exactly tops for leg room, and they’d already been in place an hour.

“Well.” Peggy was clearly biting back a yawn. It’d been a full week of late nights, with this meant to be the last for a while; one more takedown, the final piece, and she’d have the next few days to rest. “Possibilities?”

“Our intel was wrong,” he started off.

She nodded. “Or they changed the particulars.”

“Could be tomorrow, or in an hour, or going on somewhere else while we sit here. It could have already happened.” The thought was too depressing to consider for long, the mood in the car already deflating and the two of them having eaten their emergency car snacks while following a tip-off earlier that week without a chance to replace them. Steve added, slightly hopelessly, “Maybe they got held up somewhere. Traffic?”

“Bridge club ran long, perhaps?”

“Let’s hope not. If these guys are able to sit around the same table playing bridge, they won’t need to handle incriminating material out in the open.”

She laughed, trying to give a gentle stretch as she did.

“Come here,” he offered hesitantly. “I can—” After a moment, she leaned back so he could knead careful fingers into her neck and shoulders.

"If they did play bridge together," Peggy said after a brief quiet, "I'd wager the best bottle in Howard's cellar that Dumont cheats." She gave a deep sound from the back of her throat; he pressed carefully on the same spot again.

"Wouldn't take that bet, but I'd guess Crenshaw probably cheats worse. He's the type - would steal from his own grandmother."

"He gets on quite well with his grandmother, actually. Flowers every birthday. His mother, on the other hand…"

Steve grinned. "Have I ever told you that you're very good at what you do?"

"You have, but it's certainly something I can hear more than once."

He brushed his fingers against the back of her neck. “You’re very good at what you do.”

“Not as good as I could be, apparently. Not tonight.”

“Hey, it’s not—” Steve started, hands bracketing her shoulders, but before he could continue, headlights flashed across the windscreen in front of them. The attached car turned into the alley they’d been watching. A second set of lights appeared at the opposite end. This late at night, the slam of the car doors was audible even where Steve and Peggy sat.

“Sorry we’re late,” one of the men muttered. “Traffic was worse than expected.”

“Got caught in the same,” someone said back.

“How inconsiderate not to have considered that in advance,” Peggy said, checking her pistol before she moved to open the door.

“You can tell them off once they’re in lockup,” Steve told her. “Pretty sure they’ll be timely after this.”

Expecting the plumber, Peggy opened the door still facing toward her overflowing sink.

“Excellent.” She glanced at the visitor for just an instant. “It’s right this—”

She turned back, sink forgotten. Steve Rogers stood on her doorstep.

“I’m late,” he said. “I know. I’m sorry.”

He had flowers in his hands. He looked...older, both more and less comfortable in his skin.

“You could never be too late,” she said. The words brought something pained to his eyes. She reached for his hand. “Do you know anything about unclogging drains?”

“Not a thing.”

“I suppose we’ll learn, then. There’s time.”

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captainscanadian · 5 years ago

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Better | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 10) - FINALE

My Masterlist

Summary: Things may have gotten better but you still need YOUR family...

Word Count: 9442

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (mentioned), Rebecca Barnes, Winnifred Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, Surgery, Organ Donation, Nudity, Cancer, Death Mention, William Shakespeare (check sparknotes if you would like but I just could not bother translating that shit!)

A/N: This is the first series that I have completed and I must say, I feel so damn accomplished. As I have said before, Better is a fic that is extremely close to my heart because of how personal it is to me. I loved writing every bit of it, even the angst and the fluff. I appreciate all the love that I got for this fic, with Better!Bucky stealing everyone’s hearts and the headcanons you all sent me when I felt really inspired to dive more into this little universe that I had created. We have two epilogues left so this isn’t goodbye. But thank you to @dramadreamer14 for being the one who got me started on here and for keeping me going until the end of the line (I HAD TO!). You’re the realest, Naynay! This one’s for you! <3

The steam that arose from the hot shower still lingered around the bathroom, the condensation clouding up the mirror as you stood in front of it. Fresh out of the shower and still in the nude, you took a moment to stare at the plain reflection of your delicate body. You watched as a drop of water trickled down your neck before reaching your sternum. Under your right breast was the waterproof dressing that kept covered the now restored masterpiece of Dr. Peter Parker. You could not help but run your fingers over the patch for a moment. These stitches should start dissolving soon.

Natasha had told you that since your incision had reopened and had to have been stitched up again, you might have a scar on your abdomen for the rest of your life; it was a constant reminder of your sacrifice and the trauma that you had to endure. Not that you minded, really. After all, this scar was also a reminder of you finally opening yourself up to your James.

The creaking noise of the door snapped you out of your thoughts for a moment and you noticed Bucky Barnes enter the bathroom. “I told you not to get out of the shower until I got back, doll.” He scolded you when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, shaking his head at your reflection as he wrapped the clean bath robe over your shoulder.

You gave him a small smile as you felt your cheeks heat up, looking down at your feet as the drops of water continued to trickle down your bare legs. You could not remember the last time you had managed to shave; it must have been a few days before your surgery. But with your lack of mobility when showering, you had not even bothered to make the effort. For the sake of not soaking your stitches, you had been avoiding taking a bath like the plague. While the shower had definitely helped with maintaining the cleanliness, the sutures in your body prevented you from bending over in order to shave.

Not that Bucky minded though. He was never one to believe in the social constructs of what made someone attractive, especially not with you. His common sense and medical knowledge combined were reason enough for him to know that hair growth was a natural bodily function within women and that shaving should not be a priority to someone who’s currently recovering from a partial liver transplant. He had ensured that you had no reason to feel insecure about that.

This would be the fourth day he had helped you out of the shower, the fourth time he had seen you completely naked and not made a big deal out of it. As a surgeon, he had seen it all during his decade on the job. But even though you were not his patient, even if you were the love of his life, he was not one to lose his self control and dignity just because you had stood before him unclothed. He understood that you were healing and he was caring for you. It was as simple as that.

He grabbed a clean towel from the rack and handed it to you so that you could dry yourself off. “Nat said that she’ll take a look at your stitches when she comes over tomorrow, just to see if they’re dissolving as they should be.” He told you, his head held low to the tiled bathroom floor. He would not even dare to steal a glance of your naked body without your consent. “I’ll let you get dried off.”

Before he could step out of the bathroom, you quickly grabbed his wrist. “James.” You gave him a soft smile as you stepped forward, leaning in slightly to peck his lips. “Thank you.”

He cocked his eyebrow slightly, giving you a look of confusion that was followed by a soft chuckle. “Get dried off so that I can change your dressing, okay? I’ll get started on breakfast.”

You gave him a nod as you watched him walk out of the bathroom, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips as you turned back to look at your reflection in the mirror. With the fog now cleared up, you could finally see yourself smiling and you began to dry yourself off.

While you were getting dressed, Bucky managed to strip and make your bed before making his way to the kitchen. He got started on making your breakfast, as he had been doing for the last few days. He would say that he was a decent cook for the most part. Having lived alone for all these years, he did have to learn how to make his own meals. However, in recent years with his added workload and unpredictable schedule, not to mention the financial stability, he had hired a personal chef to prep his meals for him while he was away.

His lunches and dinners had always been prepped and stored in his refrigerator by his professional meal prepper every week. But ever since you had come to stay with him, he had contacted the chef and made changes to his usual menu to include your dietary requirements as per Natasha’s instructions. While the fridge had been stored with pre-prepared meals of salmon and broccoli or an avocado salad for you, breakfast was always his thing.

Bucky always prepared you a bowl of oatmeal topped with fresh berries and some freshly steeped green tea, all of which were on the top of Natasha’s list of foods that were good for the liver. As he had learned recently, you were not that fond of the taste of grapefruit though you preferred a glass of cranberry juice with your dinner as replacement for wine. In the last four days, he had become quite fond of all of your weird quirks – from the temperature of the water when you shower to the way you ate your broccoli first before digging into the salmon, he liked all of it.

You got dressed into an oversized nightshirt that MJ had picked out for you after realizing that your closet was rather lacking of clothes that are comfortable enough for someone who’s just had surgery. It was lose around your body, covering a lot more skin compared to a hospital gown but also easy to breathe in. You pulled your dressing gown over your body as you made your way over to the kitchen. Bucky’s apartment was fairly too big for one person alone, with a breathtaking view of the river right outside of his living room window. It was roomy. The guest bedroom itself was three times as big as your entire loft apartment. A part of you felt slightly guilty for taking up that much space, for you had always believed that you deserved less than what you had. But you also felt safe in this apartment, for you were with your James. You were at his home. Home is where the heart is and you had given him your heart.

When you saw that Bucky had set down a bowl of oat meal in front of your seat, you groaned. “James, I can’t...” Your tone was rather whiney but it made him chuckle. “You can’t mask out the fibre with all those berries. It’s disgusting.”

He handed you a spoon as you sat down, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “If you eat this and drink your tea, I’ll give you an extra glass of cranberry juice for dinner.”

“You call that an incentive, Dr. Barnes?” You looked up at him with a pout of your lips. “I never thought I would say this but I would actually take the IV and feeding tube over this concoction that Natasha has graciously called breakfast.” You admitted as you took the spoon from him and sighed, struggling to take the first bite. “If that liver of mine doesn’t regenerate in the next few weeks, I swear to God...”

Pulling up his chair next to you, he sat down with his own bowl of oatmeal and held up his spoon. “I’m with you till the end of the line, doll.” He said as he took a bite of his breakfast, scrunching his nose at the texture of the warm oatmeal in his mouth. “Not as good as my usual protein shakes but this would do.”

You let out a chuckle as you took another bite of it, laying your head against his shoulder. “So, your usual diet includes protein shakes and an extensive menu prepared by a personal chef.” You noted, cheekily. “Good to know, Barnes...”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, it’s just that... there are a lot of things that I feel like I didn’t know about you until now.” You admitted, taking another bite before turning over to look at him. “And it seems like you know everything about me by now...”

It took a moment for your James to take in what you were saying and he bit down on his bottom lip, letting out a sigh before giving you a nod. “I do, don’t I?” He asked as he picked at his bowl of oatmeal before turning over to look at you. “I do know a lot about you, maybe more than you had told me.” Admitting that may not have been the best thing to do right not, but he did not care. After all, he wanted to be honest with you. If it meant that he should share what he had done, then so be it. If you did get mad at him for it, then he sure as hell deserved it for invading your privacy.

You raised your eyebrow slightly as you set down your spoon, licking your lips as you picked up your mug to take a sip of the green tea that had now cooled down. “Peggy may have mentioned it when I asked her why the terms on your contract were triple the amount that my parents owed the hospital. She said something about the outstanding medical bills in Philly, which she wouldn’t have known so I asked her how she did know and she was so quick to rat you out that I was actually surprised.” You told him as you laid his hand on top of his, sighing.

“I...”Bucky paused, not knowing how to respond to that. He could never trust Peggy with a secret, could he? For a woman who preaches about attorney-client privilege like it’s the Bible, she sure as hell lacked the social filter that was necessary when it came to his love life. She could not keep a secret. It did dawn on him that she may have had good intentions, but that did not make her attempts to meddle any better. “I... I’m sorry, I know I violated your privacy. But I only did it because I was worried and I was watching out for you...” He bit down on his bottom lip as he looked away from you, unable to maintain eye contact when you had just called him out on what he had done.

“James.” You shook your head. “She was also quick to explain that what you did was totally illegal and if I did want to take legal action against you, she would have to resign from being my attorney due to her conflict of interest.” You joked, chuckling softly as you tried to lighten up the mood.

“You’re... not mad?”

You shook your head. “No, I mean, I know why you did it. I had built up these walls around me and... I made it so hard for anyone to know anything about me. In a way, it’s my fault that you had to go out of your way to...” You sighed. “It shows me that you care, James, and I’m... I’m glad to have someone who cares enough about me to... not think twice about breaking the law.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief that you were not mad at him. But how could you ever get mad at him in the first place? “Oh thank God, I was so worried... that you might end up hating me.” He admitted. “I’m sorry, doll. Even though I did have good intentions, what I did was wrong and I have to own up to that. If you do feel like punishing me for what I did, I’m more than willing to accept it.”

“Well, if you insist on being punished, then... since you seem to know everything about me, you could... maybe start off by telling me everything about you.” You told him as you laughed. “I mean, I did know that you came from old money and that you did not have to struggle financially. But you live in a big ass penthouse apartment, you drive a Mercedes but Wanda tells me that it’s not the only car you own... and you have a personal chef and a housekeeper who come in once a week. You seem a lot more... different than... most people I know. And no, I’m not saying this because I feel insecure or anything. I don’t... I just... you are so different, you could have had anything or anyone you wanted and to think that you chose my fucked up heart over that, I’m... I’m flattered.”

“You’re right, doll.” He admitted, picking at his bowl of oatmeal as he turned over to look at you. “I am different. We’ve both had very different upbringings, I won’t deny that. My grandparents were... fairly wealthy. My family’s quite influential in this little town of Shelbyville, Indiana. That’s where I was born. My parents met when they were kids and they were high school sweethearts. They got married right after they graduated from medical school, moved to Brooklyn for their residency and started up their own practice together, as partners. They were both very successful physicians but they also started a family together. Four kids... and a business to run, they could not do it on their own. I was pretty much raised by my nanny, Sarah...”

“Steve’s mother.” You noted, giving him a nod. Steve had told you about his own family situation growing up, with his parents being Irish immigrants who had their own struggles. Mr. Rogers had not been the best of fathers, but he had passed o when he was fairly young. Sarah Rogers had no choice but to become to sole breadwinner of her family, having a young son to take care of on her own. It must have been a miracle that she had managed to find employment with the Barnes. But from what you knew, the woman had pretty much raised your James and she had done a darn good job at it. “He’s told me a lot about her.”

“She was a wonderful woman, Y/N. I wish you could have met her. She would have loved you like her own child. She always treated us like we were her own children. She never acted like she was being paid to take care of us.” Bucky recalled fondly as he thought of his childhood. “She took care of us like we were her own. But she did have certain limits. She always called me Master James, told me that I should never pick on my little sisters and that I should always watch out for them, as their big brother. She always let me watch when she braided their hair or when she cooked, taught me a thing or two along the way. She was the reason why I managed to become friends with Steve. He was like another brother than a friend, really... he still is.”

“Do you miss her a lot?” You asked him, biting down on your bottom lip as you picked at your oatmeal. You were well aware that Steve’s mother had passed away quite a while ago. Though you did not know the details, you knew that she had passed away from cancer. But now that you knew that Bucky did have a close relationship with that woman, you could imagine how hard it must have been for her.

“I mean, yeah... I miss her a lot. I think about her every day, every single day when I go into work, every single time I see a patient, every single time I get called for a consult. I think of her and I miss her every single day. I never...” Looking back to his teenage days was not easy for Bucky. It was never easy for any teenager. But the worst part of it all had to be when he had lost Sarah. He had been nineteen years old back then, having taken a gap year after his high school graduation. Not only had he been unsure about what he wanted do with his life, but he had also made a pact with Steve that the two of them would attend NYU together. Perhaps his decision to declare a pre-med major may have been his attempt at blindly following his parents’ footsteps, but after Sarah’s death he knew exactly what kind of doctor he wanted to be. “I never realized how fucked up our health care system was... until I realized what actually happened to Sarah. I didn’t think that someone who had a clear case of BAC could be misdiagnosed with pneumonia. I didn’t think there was this... systemic... classism that was so deep-rooted... I think that was a wake-up call for me. All I could think of was... if Sarah had been in a better financial situation, she would have gotten better care and she might even be alive today. I think that made me want to be a better doctor than the ones she had, you know... because I don’t think any kid in this fucked up world deserves to lose their mother because their doctors weren’t good enough at doing their jobs.”

You nodded, understandingly. “She would have been so proud of you, James. She would have been so proud of both you and Steve, your sisters. She did a damn good job raising all of you and... she’s watching you do wonders, I’m sure.” You told him with a smile, your hand holding onto his.

His lips curled into a small smile as he nodded. “I do hope so, Y/N.” He admitted, sighing. “You know, I... I wasn’t always like this. Back then, all I cared about was being the best doctor that could be. And I was... good at my job. I’m a good doctor, I know that. I was better than those doctors that Sarah had. But I was so caught up with being a better doctor, that I often... I forgot to be human.” This was true. He did have his head right up his ass until a few years ago. “I was throwing myself into work and... I thought I was doing good, that cutting into hearts were enough. I had a privileged life, Y/N. I never understood how lucky I was that... I had parents who had successful careers or financial stability. I never understood that... I had made it this far was because I was privileged. I never thought about... giving back to those who didn’t have what I had. I... didn’t think that I could do so much more than I already was. I was so caught up with being a good doctor but what I realized later was that I needed to be a better person... because I had a lot of people who were looking up to me. Seeing you made me realize that... you’re not the one who should strive to be better, but me. I needed to be better, for myself ... for my goddaughter, my niece and nephew... for you. You made me realize that.”

You leaned over to give him a quick peck on his lips. “Well, you can’t be better than perfect... and you are perfect.” You told him, and he was indeed that. He was the perfect man, who had once had his flaws but he had worked to fix them all, for your sake.

After breakfast, you found yourself having taken your medication and making yourself comfortable on your James’ living room couch. The downside to being away from work was the fact that it was extremely difficult to kill time. Steve had forbidden you from even logging into your work email, let alone checking the files of your current patients whom you had transferred over to him for the time being. You had no other choice but to binge-watch whatever show was popular on Netflix. Hell, you had not even bothered to have an account on Netflix until Peter had forced you into creating one. You had a list of shows that you were planning to watch during your time in bed rest, as per Natasha’s recommendations. You were never fond of watching television, but at this point, you might as well keep yourself entertained.

While you had gotten immersed in the historically accurate depiction of the British royal family in The Crown, Bucky had found himself sitting in the dining room and catching up on some emails for work. He was on call at the moment but he had not been asked to come into the hospital just yet, so it was all good. Thankfully, Peggy was scheduled to spend the night with you while Steve was at home with Sarah. He had just finished replying to his last email when he got a phone call from his sister. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he saw Rebecca Barnes’ name flash on his phone before he answered the call. “Hey Becca?”

“Hey Buck, just letting you know that mom and I are on our way over to yours right now. We should be there in a half hour or so.” Becca told her brother in a hurry. “I just came down to drop the kids off for the weekend and mom insisted that I join her for a little impromptu visit. She wants to see Y/N.”

“What?!” His eyes grew wide as he heard what his sister what just told him, but his tone was rather hushed as he did not want to bother you during your binge. “Rebecca, what the hell?! How did she know that Y/N was here and why the hell are you calling me instead of talking her out of coming here?!”

“Bucky, I think you and I both know the answer to that.” She replied, sighing. “You know Steve calls her at least twice a week. Apparently, she heard through the grape vine that you had paid off a large amount of money and asked him if he knew about it. You know Steve. He wouldn’t lie to her so... yeah, she knows about Y/N and you paying off her parents. Oh and Steve was gracious enough to rat me out too. Now she knows that I was also involved...” There was a pause before she let out a sigh. “So... yeah, mom wants to see Y/N and we’re on our way.”

To say that James Barnes was certain that one could not trust both the mister and missus Rogers would be an understatement. How could both the husband and the wife just rat him out to two of the most important women in his life like that? He had no idea. “Alright, thanks for the warning, I guess. I’ll see you when you get here.” Once he hung up the call, he was quick to make his way over to the living room. “Hey, doll?”

You picked up the remote to pause your show before turning your head slightly to face him. “Yeah?”

Biting down on his bottom lip, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants as he made his way around the couch. Sitting down on the loveseat across from you, he rubbed his temples for a moment, not knowing how to break this to you. He had not bothered letting his parents know about the events of the last few weeks, mainly because he did not know how to. But he also did not want to put you in an overwhelming position where you had to deal with them while you were also recovering from your surgery. Surely, you had met George and Winnifred Barnes before. But back then, you were only a colleague of his and now you were his girlfriend. “I don’t want to freak you out but... uh... my sister Becca just called and... my mom’s on her way here right now and she wants to see you.”

“What?!” You asked him in surprise. You had met the woman briefly before at Sarah Rogers’ second birthday party a few months ago. You certainly had a lot of respect for her. But now you were particularly nervous about meeting her again, as you happened to be dating her son. “How?”

Your James winced slightly at the thought of his best friend. “... Steve.” He replied with a sigh. “He told her everything and now she’s on her way here. My sister said that she wanted to see you.”

You let out a groan when he mentioned the name of your mentor. “Fucking Rogers...” You rolled your eyes as you laid your head back, sighing. “James, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your mother now. We’ve barely been a couple. What does she want to see me about?”

“I don’t know, doll.” Bucky agreed as he sighed, leaning over to place his hand on your foot. “You don’t have to put yourself through this if you don’t want to. I could just tell her that you’re not feeling like visitors and send her home.”

You shook your head. “Oh no, don’t do that. I don’t want to be rude.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip. “I mean, you did say that she might be coming over every once in a while... right?”

“Well, she usually comes to do my laundry.” He admitted with a shrug. “Ever since she retired, she seems to have a lot of time on her hands so... she tends to stop by to do some chores around the house, you know, be a mom. But I was going to tell her to not come by in the next few weeks, you know, for your sake. But Steve just had to spill the beans to her and now’s she on her way.”

“When Peggy comes here tonight, I’ll make sure to give her a piece of my mind.”

The sound of his front door being unlocked by his mother’s set of keys may have startled Bucky slightly, for he sprung to his feet and stomped over to greet her in an instant. “Ma?”

“Hello, James.” The woman greeted her son with a warm smile upon seeing him rush to her, pulling him into a tight hug as she stood on the tip of her toes to reach his height. Even when her son had grown well into his adulthood, he would always be her little baby. As a once working mother who had been forced to spend so much time away from her children, she had always greeted them with a warm embrace when she came home. Her arms always wrapped tightly around them to show just how much she loved them despite not being around to show it as much as she would have liked. No wonder the Barnes children had turned out the way they had. They had two amazing women who had showered them with love and affection. They had never been deprived of a mother’s love, unlike yourself.

A part of him was relieved that his mother was not visibly upset by his actions, but he hugged her back rather hesitantly. All he could do was give Becca a death glare for not managing to talk her out of coming here. But it was too late now, since they were already here. He hoped for the best but for some reason, expected the worst. “Rebecca.”

“Brother.” She gave him an apologetic look that was followed by a shrug of her shoulders.

Pulling back from the hug, Winnifred Barnes ran her hand through her son’s hair fondly. “You look rather well-rested, son. Have you not been working in the last few days?” She asked him with her eyebrow raised at him.

“Uhm... no, not really.” He replied as he scratched the back of his neck. “I was on call the other night and I’m actually on call right now. I just haven’t had anyone call me in yet.”

“And here I thought my workaholic son had finally had a change of heart.” The woman joked as she began to make her way over to the living room. “How’s the lovely Y/N?”

“Uh...” He turned around to look at Becca before following her to the living room. “She’s doing alright...”

You turned off the television before getting out of your comfortable position on the couch, folding your blanket neatly and setting it aside. You fixed your dressing gown as you stood up, turning around towards the door to greet your boyfriend’s mother. “Dr. Barnes.” You smiled nervously at her.

“Oh honey, please... call me Winnie. Or Ma, Ma’s great too. Actually, I think I would prefer if you called me Ma.” She clarified with a smile, walking up to you and gently wrapping her arm around you. “Steve mentioned to me about your surgery the other day. I wish he could have told me sooner though. I would have come down and seen you at the hospital. But better late than never, right? How are you doing?”

“I’m doing much better now, thank you.” You told her with a smile and you could have sworn that your heart could have burst from the fondness that was so evident from this woman. “I... have some great people looking out for me so it’s all good.”

“Of course, you do!” Becca exclaimed as she walked up to you with a wide grin. “Hi, we haven’t met. I’m Becca Barnes and it’s so lovely to meet you, finally. My children have told me so much about you.”

You returned her smile, knowing very well that this woman had been the one who had dug into your past as per her brother’s request. “Peggy told me a lot about you as well, believe it or not.” You told her, making Bucky choke slightly.

Winnifred Barnes turned over to her son. “James, didn’t you say that you were working today? Why don’t you get on your way now? Becca and I can keep Y/N company while you’re gone.”

“Uh...” He looked away from his mother for a moment, turning to you with wide eyes. “I mean, I don’t have to go yet...”

A part of her was slightly surprised by his response, for she knew that her son would never turn down a chance to go into work earlier than he had been expected to be at work. But she was not an idiot. She knew that his reason for wanting to delay going in to the hospital was because he would rather stay at home with you.

She had to admit that it was slightly refreshing to see him like this. Bucky had remained single for while now and had rarely ever brought any women home. Winnifred had always been worried that her son would willingly choose to spend the rest of his life alone despite the fact that he was certainly capable of finding himself a wife. But she knew now that his heart had always been set on you and she could not be more grateful that the two of you had found each other.

When she had heard from Steve, and Becca after much insistence, about your familial situation, the woman’s heart broke. A mother’s love was meant to be the purest of them all. But the fact that your own mother had been the cause of your despair had sickened her. In an instant, she was longing to embrace you and shower you with the love that you had been so deprived of. A mother’s love, for you were now a daughter to her as much as the rest of them, if her son was so sure of making you his wife.

Just then, Bucky’s pager went off against the waistband of his sweat pants. A disappointed groan escaping his lips, he checked the page before making his way towards the dining room to grab his phone. A quick phone call to the nurses’ desk and MJ informing him of a ferry accident was reason enough for him to head to work. When he turned around to head back to the living room, he noticed that his sister had followed him. “What is it?”

Rebecca Barnes bit down on her bottom lip. “Mom... told me to give you something.” She told him as she reached into her purse to pull out a little black box. “When you’re ready, Buck...” She handed it to him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “If you know that Y/N’s the one, I mean... I’m sure you know that by now. We all know that she’s the one, just... Mom loves her, but that’s not a surprise. Dad’s quite fond of her too, believe it or not. What’s there not to love about Y/N Y/L/N?”

His eyes grew wide as he took the box from her, pulling her into a hug and sighing. His eyes glazed over as he realized that he now had his family’s blessing. Although it was only a few days into the two of you being boyfriend and girlfriend, he had always known that it was you. But now his family did too. “She is the one, Becca.” He admitted, sighing. “She’s always been the one. I’ve always known that if I ever wanted to settle down and have a family of my own, if I didn’t have it all with Y/N, then I didn’t want it at all.”

Becca nodded as she rubbed his back, sighing. “She’s been through a hell of a lot, Bucky. She’s been through enough. She really needs a good family, one where she feels loved and accepted... and we have a damn good family, one that can love her... like family should. She’s earned every right to be a part of what we have. She deserves to be a Barnes.”

Pulling back from the hug, he wiped away his tears before looking down at the box that his sister had just handed him. Opening it to reveal the piece of jewelry that he had been so familiar with, he looked up at her. “Becca, is this...?”

“Our grandmother’s ring?” She nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s the same one that she gave mom after she got married to dad. It’s a Barnes family heirloom and Y/N deserves it. Mom’s been holding onto it for the moment you... found yourself a woman you want to marry. She told me... what better way to welcome a new Barnes into the family than with a Barnes family heirloom?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Promise me that you won’t put this off like you’ve been doing for all these years.” She asked her brother. “Promise me that you’ll do it sooner rather than later.”

Your James smiled before giving his sister a nod. “I promise.”

It had taken Bucky ten quick minutes to get dressed for work. As he was low on time, he was a little rushed. He had apologized to you a few times for having to leave you so abruptly and that too in the presence of his mother and sister.

But you had assured him that it was fine. “I knew you were on call, James. It’s cool. I’m just glad I don’t have to spend a few hours alone until Peggy gets here. It’s nice to have some company.” You told him.

He nodded as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head. “You better take care of yourself while I’m gone, you hear me? Your meals are in the fridge. Please eat on time and take your meds on time. No moving around too much while I’m gone and no trying to do chores either. You’re here to rest, not to be my unpaid housekeeper. Understood?”

You gave him a nod as your lips curled into a pout. “Yes, Dr. Barnes.” You giggled. “I’ll be fine. You’re leaving me with Brooklyn’s best internist and PI. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He chuckled softly as he turned over to look at his mom and sister, silently pleading them both not to overwhelm you in any way. He knew that they both understood, but he could not be so sure about it. After all, he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.

“Oh don’t you worry, James. Rebecca and I can definitely keep her entertained while you’re gone.” Winnifred reassured her son, to which he had simply rolled his eyes in a playful manner.

“Bye Ma...” He waved at his mother, and then at his sister. “Bye Becca...” He turned to you. “Goodbye, doll. I love you... all three of you.” And with that, he turned around and made his way out the door.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and you hid your face away from Becca’s teasing look.

“Our boy’s turned into complete mush, Ma.” The PI noted as she giggled, her arm wrapped around you as you hid your face.

“I’ve never seen him so happy.” Her mother agreed, turning over to look at you. “Steve told me just how much he loves you, Y/N. I’m so happy for him... and for you. You two really deserve each other.”

“James... is a really great guy, Winnie.” You agreed as you looked up at her. “And I have you to thank for that.”

As the hours went by, both Winnifred and Rebecca Barnes had stayed with you. They had kept you fairly occupied, talking about the one man whom you all loved. You had learned a lot more about your James that day, by just listening to them talk for hours on end about him. Both Winnie and Becca had a lot of stories to share, from his childhood to his adulthood.

You had come to learn that Bucky had been a complete nerd at school due to his photographic memory, often being picked on by the other kids for his smarts. But he had always had a backbone too, standing up to his bullies when they picked on him and when they picked on Steve. That was no surprise for you though. He had stood up for you too. While his mother had told you stories of him as a child, his sister had been the one who had shared the most embarrassing ones of all – his first crush, his first kiss, his prom date... the dirt on Bucky that his mother would not have known. All in all, you had learned a lot about his life more than you had done that morning and you could not have fallen even more in love with him than you already were.

When lunchtime rolled around, Becca had been the one to heat up your pre-prepared meal while Winnie had read through the copy of Natasha’s specific instructions that Bucky had stuck to the refrigerator and took out the right medications for you to take. But the stories never stopped. They had kept their word to Bucky and kept you more entertained that any show on Netflix could have. You had learned quite a lot about Shelbyville, Indiana, where the Barnes were originally from and their family’s estate there. They had even managed to sneak an invite for you to be there for the next Barnes family reunion. For a family that had been well settled in Brooklyn, they still kept in touch with their roots. You admired that.

Becca had left shortly after lunch though, as she had to pick up her children from pre-school and head home. Before you knew it, the sun had set and you found yourself sitting in the living room with your boyfriend’s mother, a glass of cranberry juice in your hand and a glass of wine in hers. You had talked to her about how she had managed to have a successful career as a doctor, while also raising four children of her own. You had admitted two her of your interest to someday have a family of your own as well while still continue working, something that you never would have dreamed of a week ago. But things had changed for the better.

You had to admit that this woman acted like she was more of a mother to you than your own mother, despite only having known you for a few hours. You knew where James got his charm and good heart from. It was all from his mother. Winnie had been the one to heat up your dinner, before stealing one of her son’s portions for herself. As the two of you sat down to eat at the dinner table, Peggy had arrived to take up her shift with you according to Wanda’s schedule.

“Peggy, darling, I should have called you sooner but I just got so caught up with talking to Y/N that I forgot.” Winnie apologized to her. “Go home to your husband and kid, seriously. I have no problem staying with Y/N for the night. James wouldn’t be back until the morning and I’m sure you’ve got to be at work tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

“Winnie, are you sure?” The attorney asked her. “I really don’t mind staying with Y/N.”

“Honey, I have no job and my husband’s out of town. I have no problem spending the night here with Y/N until James gets out of work. Just go!” She told her with a chuckle.

The British woman wiggled her eyebrows at you when the other was looking away before she bid you farewell. Boy, was she going to give Steve a treat for spilling the beans to Winnifred Barnes.

You had been sitting on the couch with your feet up, pulling the blanket over your body as the sun had set and the stars had filled up the sky, little twinkling lights that reminded you of your endless night shifts with Dr. Barnes. You felt the happiest when you worked the night shifts with him, splitting take out and chatting away about the weirdest things. And now you were doing almost the same with his mother. “Thanks for being here, Ma...” You told her as you turned over to look at the woman who sat in the loveseat across from you. Your eyes were a little droopy from the exhaustion of the day despite not doing much. It seemed as though you found yourself becoming tired rather easily nowadays, thanks to the medications you were taking and the extensive process of literally re-growing an organ that you had managed to cut off and donate.

“I think it’s time you went to bed, sweetheart.” Winnie told you as she watched you let out a yawn.

You shook your head. “Maybe in a few minutes...” You told her, letting out a soft chuckle. “I haven’t been able to sleep on the bed. It feels too soft sometimes. Plus, I’m way too comfortable on this couch right now so... let me just savor that some more and then I can go to bed.”

A soft chuckle escaped the woman’s lips as your response and she stood up from her seat. “How have you been sleeping then?” She asked you as she sat down next to you on the couch, her arm wrapped gently around your shoulder.

“Well, James... usually stays up until I fall asleep. He sleeps in the guest room with me sometimes.” You replied, blushing slightly. “I think he likes to watch me sleep, to make sure I’m okay. And when he’s working nights, Nat and Wanda... snuggle up to me until I fall asleep.”

You did not even realize how that conversation had ended. But unbeknownst to you, you had managed to fall asleep on Winnifred Barnes’ shoulder that night. Not wanting to wake you up, the woman had made herself comfortable on the couch while she laid your head on her lap, her hand gently stroking your hair while she had dozed off.

When Bucky Barnes had returned to his penthouse apartment following his excruciating night shift, the least that he would have expected was for you to be asleep in the guest bedroom with Peggy taking the couch. But what he had walked into was something much better than that. Seeing you fast asleep on his mother’s lap while she had woken up to the sound of him coming home was everything he could have wanted and more.

He tiptoed over to the living room, setting his bag down on the coffee table before sitting down on the loveseat across from his mother. “I’ve never seen her sleep so peacefully... and believe me, I would know. I’ve watched her sleep quite a few times.” He whispered, trying not to wake you up.

Winnifred Barnes laughed softly at her son before shaking her head, her hand still clutching onto yours as you slept. “Steve may have mentioned that as well. He would never leave anything out.”

“That punk...” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “But... uh... are you not mad at me for what I did, Ma? I should have at least told you and dad before I went ahead with my... excessive spending.”

“Oh James, you know you don’t have to apologize for that.” She shrugged it off. “You were protecting the woman you love, as you should have. If anything, it just made me so proud that... I must have done something right, raising an absolute gentleman like you.”

Bucky let out a chuckle. “Yeah... well... I wasn’t always a gentleman. I think the term that one would use to describe me was... fuck boy or man whore. I’m pretty sure it was one or the other.” He had to admit that he was ashamed of his past. He had to apologize for the way his actions had often brought shame to his parents back then. “I gave you and dad such a hard time, acting so reckless and stupid.”

“You were young... and stupid, kid. But that’s all part of growing up. You do stupid things but you eventually learn from them. We can’t hold it against you for doing what everyone else your age was doing.” Winnie told her son. “But I think your father and I both knew that you would grow up eventually and you would change. We couldn’t be more proud of you, for everything you’ve accomplished as a surgeon... and as a philanthropist.”

“I don’t think I should take credit for that, Ma.” He smiled, motioning towards you. “It was all her. She made me better.”

“And that’s why I knew that she’s the one.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the ring box that Becca had given him the day before. “Thanks for this, Ma.” He told her as he fumbled with the box for a moment, looking up at his mother with a content smile. “Thanks for everything. Thanks for being a good mom. I was lucky to have a mom like you and now I know that not many people can say that about their mothers, Y/N included.”

“The best part of being a mother was coming home to you and your sisters. Your dad and I had you before we did our residencies. When we moved to New York, we weren’t sure how we were going to manage raising you while working full time. Sarah was a big help but I always knew that I had to do my best to be a part of your life. I was not going to put my career over my children, because in the end it was your father and I who decided to have you when we had you.” She told him, a genuine smile evident on her face. “I love you, James. I always wanted you to know that, because a kid should never be deprived of a mother’s love, no matter how old he is or if he’s the best heart surgeon in New York. You’ll always be my little boy and I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too, Ma... and I know that as she gets to know you, Y/N would love you too. She needs a good mom in her life and you’re the best mom I know.” Standing up from his seat, he walked around the coffee table to give her a kiss on the cheek. “You should probably go home and get some sleep. I’ve got her from here.”

James Barnes had a few hours to contemplate how he was going to do this. But he knew that this was exactly what his heart had desired. He was going to ask you to marry him the moment you woke up, not because he wanted to rush you into this relationship. He was not impatient, but this was not for him. He knew that Becca had been right about one thing – you needed a good family and the unconditional love that came with it. You needed a mother who would shower you with love and a father who would treat you as a human being. You had your girl friends but you also needed sisters. You needed to be a part of something more than just your little group of friends at the hospital. You needed family.

When Peggy’s parents had refused to attend her wedding to Steve, she had been quite upset. When he had asked Steve why their absence was such a big deal, Steve had explained to his promiscuous self that marriage was more than just two people coming together. It was about two families coming together as one. But you did not have a family of your own, so he might as well make you a part of his.

Bucky, although claimed to be lacking in the romantic department, had certainly proved that he was capable of pulling off some elaborate proposal if he wanted to. He could certainly afford it and a woman like you deserved to get engaged in style. But if he knew one thing about the woman he loved, it was that Y/N Y/L/N lived a rather simple life. She did not care for the riches, but for the thought that went behind every single thing he would do for her. You would want a simple yet genuine proposal from him, so that was exactly what he was going to give you.

“I loved hanging out with your mom and sister. I got a lot of dirt about you and your rebellious years. You’ve lived quite the life, Dr. Barnes.” You told your boyfriend as you made your way towards the kitchen once you had showered and gotten dressed. A look of confusion had plastered across to your face as the aroma of fresh pastry lingered up to your nostrils, much to the contrast of the usual morning oatmeal topped with fresh berries that you had been so used to. “James?”

“I was thinking... that after four whole days of oatmeal for breakfast, you might want something a little bit more indulging.” He chuckled softly as he set a plate of Cannoli’s on the kitchen island. “I ordered it from the little bakery down the street. They’re my favorite cheat meal.”

“Cannoli’s?” You asked, your eyebrow raised as you sat down on the chair. “What’s the occasion?”

“It was the closest thing I could find to a Venetian feast at such short notice.” He replied with a shrug as he walked around the kitchen island to kiss you softly.

“Why a Venetian feast?” You asked him as you picked up one of the pastry rolls and took a bite, letting the chocolate-y mascarpone filling give life to your partially dead taste buds.

Your James took a step back from you for a moment, taking your free hand in his as he bit down on his bottom lip. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right now, because he did not want to put this off like he had put off confessing his love to you for years. He was not going to keep you waiting on him any longer that he had already done. “As our good friend William Shakespeare once wrote... You see me, Lady Y/L/N, where I stand... Such I am. Though for myself alone... I would not be ambitious in my wish... To wish myself much better, yet for you... I would be trebled twenty times myself- A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich- That only to stand high in your account.”

Your eyes glazed over as you realized what he was saying. It was Portia’s monologue to Bassanio before she gave him her ring as a symbol of her love and commitment to him in The Merchant of Venice. The only difference though, was that he had changed the pronouns. “James.”

“Happy in this- he is not yet so old... but he may learn. Happier than this- he is not bred so dull but he can learn. Happiest of all is that his gentle spirit... commits itself to yours to be directed... as from his lady, his governor, his queen. Myself and what is mine to you and yours... Is now converted.” Bucky was in tears as he pulled out the little black ring box from his pocket and held up to you, dropping to his knee as he showed you the ring. His heart was beating right out of his chest, but for once he felt truly alive. His heart was no longer stone cold or dead. Yes, you had thawed him out completely. “I give them with this ring.”

You looked down at the vintage diamond ring that he had been holding. “James...” You crouched down to grab his face, his hair getting entangled with your fingers as you wiped away his tears with both of your thumbs.

“I’ve lived a life so different from yours, Y/N. I had all the money in the world and a loving family. I want what was mine to be yours too.” He sniffled. “I want you to have a family. I want you to be a part of mine. I want you to be a Barnes, if you would accept my proposal.”

Your voice was trembling and you were unable to speak. You nodded your head quickly as you continued to cry, your hands not leaving his face. Your eyes darted down to the ring that he had been holding and you nodded once more. Removing your hands from his cheeks, you held out the palm of your left hand towards him.

Bucky grinned widely as he wiped away his tears, retrieving the ring from its box to gently slide it onto your ring finger. “You don’t have to marry me right away. It can be tomorrow morning or ten years from now, I don’t care. You don’t have to have a custom made dress and flower arrangements. A courthouse wedding with a judge and two witnesses is more than enough for me, as long as it’s you that I’m marrying.”

“I think I have a better idea, Dr. Barnes.” You told him as you took both of his hands in yours. “How about we get married on Valentine’s Day? In your hometown of Shelbyville, Indiana... at your family’s estate, surrounded by your family and all of our friends. Steve would be your best man. Sam, Clint, your other friends and your brother-in-law would be your remaining groomsmen. Natasha would be my maid of honor and she’ll help me plan the wedding, from the color scheme to the flower arrangements and picking out a dress. Your three sisters, Peggy, Wanda would be my bridesmaids. Sarah and your little niece would be flower girls, your nephew the ring bearer and... the Chief’s ordained so he can marry us. Your parents will be sitting front row... and Matthew can walk me down the aisle.”

#better #aj writes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #doctor!bucky #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes au #marvel x reader #marvel au #doctor au

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beyond-the-mirror · 5 years ago

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Red Riding Hood and the Red Devil - Dante x Reader (200 Followers Special)

Just recently I was navigating tumblr when I realized that my current follower account was already above 200 and I was like “… whaaat?”

I want to take this chance to thank you all for your support and the positive reception of my beloved works Nocturnal Encounters and Music of the Night. Your feedback DOES MEAN A LOT to me and I want to encourage you to leave as many comments as you want so I know how to keep improving myself and my writing skills. And also thank you for reading my random, spontaneous headcanons that I know you didn’t ask for but I still provided just ‘cause.

Anyways, I dedicate this story to all of you. It will be divided in three parts and let me warn you now that part two and three will be quite spicy. 👀

WIthout further ado, let’s head into this story!

Part Two - Part Three

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Part One

When your neighbors entered your bistro that morning, you definitely weren’t expecting the news they were about to deliver you.

Your grandmother was shopping at the market, going on her daily routine as always, when she suddenly collapsed in the middle of the crowd. Luckily the doctors managed to give a proper diagnosis, nothing than couldn’t be cured normally with the proper treatment and a lot of rest. The problem laid on the advanced age of your dear grandma, her weak complexion being a potential catalyst for the illness to worsen shall she not receive extensive care and attention.

She was the only family you had left, your parents died during your teenage years and she had no other children beside your mother. Hiring a personal nurse was out of question, with the medicines already taking much of your modest income. With no other option available, if someone had to step up to this task, it had to be you.

As soon as the apple pie you had baked cooled down a bit, you packed it in your basket along several other home-cooked meals and the elixir bottles the doctors prescribed. With everything properly packed, the only thing left was waiting for the carriage to arrive.

A knock on the door signaled the coachman’s arrival. Before heading out, you quickly put on your favorite cape to protect you from the chilly air outside. You had acquired it years ago as a present from your grandma, a handmade cape colored in the most vibrant and dazzling crimson you had ever seen, only the richest roses gardened with the utmost care could compare to the beautiful garment in any way. You would always wear it during fall and winter, always making sure it never got damaged or torn. Because of it, everyone you knew in the little city you lived lovingly nicknamed you ‘Red Riding Hood’.

Thanking sincerely the short staff that worked by your side, you hugged each one of them before departing, may heaven bless them for their unconditional support during this hard time of yours. As soon as they heard the news, they immediately stepped up without question, offering their total help to keep the bistro running in your place so you could focus completely in your grandmother’s treatment. They were amazing and trustworthy people, your business was indeed in rather good hands.

With one last goodbye, you climbed onto the carriage. The plan was very simple: you would stay at your grandma’s as much as she required, only returning to the city for supplies and her prescribed elixir when needed. She lived not too far away by foot, her house being at the outskirts of the neighboring village, but considering you were carrying a basket full of food and a suitcase, going by carriage was definitely the better choice.

“Everything will be fine.” You assured yourself, grasping the front of your cape as if holding on to that sense of security.

……….

“I’m sorry Miss but we can’t keep going. The road is blocked.”

“Blocked? What happened?”

You were wondering why the carriage stopped so suddenly. As you got out, the answer laid clearly right in front of you.

A rockslide was blocking the ample road ahead and stopping all travelers from going any further. It was such an odd sight, there had been no storms or earthquakes recently for the steep to be weakened to such length. Everyone present was utterly baffled, just what exactly happened here?

“I’m afraid it will take a few weeks to fix the road.” Added the coachman, his tone full of sorrow since this incident was definitely going to affect his job. “There’s nothing we can do to keep going. We must go back.”

No. You were not going back. Your grandma needed you and there’s no way you were going back. “What about the forest? If this passage surrounds it, then by walking straight from here we should eventually make it to the road again, am I correct?”

A worried expression took over the coachman. “You are indeed correct Miss, but please don’t go there. The forest is too dangerous, many people have gone missing and the locals always warn not to enter under any circumstance.”

“You are very kind sir, but my family needs me. You don’t need to come with me.” You handed him the accorded payment for his service. “Thank you for your service, you may go back to your family now.”

The old man gulped “In that case Miss, there’s something you must know if you insist on continuing.” Reaching into his leather bag, he fished out a small compass as well as a map, which he proceeded to unroll. “According to this map, the portion of the forest you need to cross is actually quite short, which means you should be able to get out in no time as long as you walk in a straight line. Please, I beg you to take this compass with you, it has a small charm embedded on the back for protection.”

The look the man was giving made it impossible for you to refuse, not to mention that the compass would definitely come in handy. After he unloaded your stuff and climbed unto his seat, you thanked the kind man once again. “Please take care Miss. I will pray for your safe return.” With those words, he bid you farewell and returned home.

……….

Red Grave Woods was quite an enigmatic and feared forest to everyone who knew about it. It may appear silent and peaceful to those who didn’t know any better, and that misjudgment almost always lead to rather tragic consequences.

You walked in a hurry across the woods, hood over your head and never once looking back. One of your hands tightly clutched the front of your cape, once in a while letting go to briefly check the compass encapsulated within its grasp. You did your best to keep a cool mind, just like the coachman mentioned ‘the portion you need to cross is actually quite short’.

‘Just a little more. Just a little more.’ You repeated mentally over and over. It would be over soon. Sooner than you thought. However, you couldn’t help but feel as if something could happen to you at any time, you knew just how vulnerable you were by going all alone into the woods.

And the pair of glowing red eyes watching over you knew it too.

In just an instant, the temperature drastically dropped, making you stop dead in your tracks. Your heart pounded in your chest so loudly that you thought it was going to explode.

Clutching your cape and the minute compass, you whispered a short prayer to try and calm yourself down. You reminded yourself ‘Don’t turn back. Whatever you do, don’t turn back.’

“You know it’s quite rude to turn your back on someone, don’t you?”

A deep distorted masculine voice had just called you from right behind, leaving a deadly silence taking over the ominous woods. Not even the wind dared howl any longer.

You stood frozen in place, refusing to look back or even acknowledge the mysterious presence behind.

“Not to mention it is straight up an offense to trespass into another’s home without an invitation. Aren’t you quite the naughty girl?”

‘Don’t look back, (Y/N). Under any circumstance, do not look back.’

“Come on little red lady. Let me see your pretty face.” His warm breath tickled the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine. Well, whoever this creature was, you might as well face him. Whatever fate you were about to meet, at least you would do it upfront.

Very slowly did you turn. “Ahhh there she is!”

You kept your eyes closed as you faced him, until you finished gathering enough courage to finally flutter them open. Before you stood a tall anthropomorphic creature, a man covered head to toe in a dark scaly armor with a burst of red energy on the center of his chest, magma rivers traveling along the cracks between the many scales and ridges of his body. He had a set of thick red wings curled down and bellow his arms, resembling a coat of sorts. Four red horns protruded from his head backwards, accompanied by a set of short white spikes on top of his head and another bellow his chin. His blood red eyes were fixated on you, and his lips formed a smirk that revealed two rows of sharp fangs.

This demon towered over you, he could easily toy with you and crush you like an ant whenever and however he wanted, yet he simply stood there staring at your form.

“What do you want?” you inquired the beast, trying your best not to show any weakness or hint of fear.

The demon chuckled at your false bravado. “I should be the one making that question. Didn’t your parents teach you not to play in the scary woods? A big bad wolf could attack and gobble you up in one single bite, or should I say a big bad devil?”

Was he being playful? By his mocking tone you concluded that he was merely toying with you like a cat would a mouse, and oh how that infuriated you so.

“I’m afraid I do not have time to humor a stranger. I have an urgent matter to attend to, so whatever it is that you want with me you will tell me right now.”

“Oooh a feisty one.” Truth be told, he was impressed with your attitude. No wonder you had caught his eye, you were definitely entertaining him. “But sadly that won’t do you much help, oh no.”

The demon circled you, scrutinizing you with his glaring eyes. “And what is that supposed to mean?” You followed him with yours, not trusting him enough with your back towards him.

The creature hummed “This forest consumes, my little red lady. Many, many horrors have made this place their home; shadows who love preying on the innocent, especially on little innocent girls playing in the woods. Oh, how they love those in particular.”

“And let me guess. You are one of those horrors.”

His chest rumbled with laughter “Actually, this is your lucky day little one. For it turns out, I may just be the kindest demon you will ever encounter in this cruel world.” The devil gave a dramatic bow to you, his ruby eyes staring at you before giving you a charming wink.

You huffed at the devil’s strange demeanor. There was nothing trustworthy about him, but it’s not like you could run away easily. The best course of action would be indulging him in this game of his, only then perhaps you’ll find a small chance to survive.

The red devil took notice on the way you kept your basket close to you, and he wondered the reason why. A short breeze blew, and the red devil was no longer in front of you.

“Now I’m curious to know what do you keep in this thing of yours. Whatever it is, it smells delicious!” His voice was now behind you, and in his hands he held… your basket! But how? When did he-?

The demon sniffed as he held your basket to his face. He could make out the rich aroma of fruits, herbs and spices; his mouth watering at the positively delicious food inside.

“Hey! Give that back right now!” You immediately tried snatching it back, only for him to lift it beyond your arms reach thanks to his incredible height. He simply ignored your struggling form and opened the lid, and sure there were several kinds of prepared meals that looked utterly delightful. Herb-crusted pork loin, sweet apple pie, homemade pizza (his favorite human food, and with no olives! ) and… suspicious-looking purple bottles? He picked one of those with a clawed hand to examine it up close.

“Huh. What do you keep in this weird bottles eh? They smell kinda funny.”

Before he could possibly break them, you managed to snag the one he was holding. “Those are elixirs! Now unhand that basket this exact moment!”

“An elixir… What do you need this medicine for?”

He watched the way you frowned, eyes now with a hint of worry. “My grandmother… she’s terribly ill. She’s the only family I have left. I need to take care of her, otherwise she…” No. Now was not the time for tears. Show no weakness in the presence of a demon.

To your surprise, the red devil actually returned your basket, with him now knowing the reason why you were walking so hurriedly before.

“Why are you holding your tears, little one?”

By the time you realized, the mysterious creature was now kneeling before you, one of his claws gently catching a stray tear that managed to escape your eye. Despite being an entity of fire, brimstone and flames, the warmth he emitted wasn’t scorching, on the contrary, it was inviting and comforting.

“Because sitting and crying won’t make a difference, it won’t save my grandma. I must stay strong and keep moving forward.” It was hard, but you managed to keep your composure.

The red devil hummed, his chest rumbling and purring. “Let me offer you a deal then.” He got back on his feet before continuing. “I shall be your guide and guardian in this forest so you can make it to your grandma’s house unscathed and with no unsolicited attacks from the local demons. How’s that?”

You quirked an eyebrow towards him. He was willing to what now? “What? You’re giving me your protection just like that? Surely there’s something you want in return considering how cunning and deceiving your kind is.” He may seem nice, but there was no way he would offer something without expecting an exchange for another, it’s how demons were and always will be.

“And you are absolutely correct about that, little red lady, very insightful indeed. Now now, what could I possibly ask from you? Mmm…” with a finger on his lips, the creature made a show of pondering his request. A snap of his fingers signaled that he had made up his mind. “Got it! Actually it’s something really simple, but very fun.”

He came closer to you, hooking a clawed finger under your chin and tilting your head upwards so you could meet his gaze. “How about…” he leaned down, his breath fanning over your lips. “… a kiss?”

You immediately pulled away, a crimson blush bright on your cheeks and nose tip. How dare he make advances on you? And during the dire situation you were going through?

The demon simply laughed at your reaction, amused by the indignant scowl you were giving him. “C’mon little one, it’s only a tiny peck I’ll be giving you. It could be on your cheek, if you are feeling unsure about it.” Another wink from him. Was this creature for real?

“Ugh! You sly devil.” Such insolence! It seemed that this little game of his would not stop… yet you remembered what you told yourself before, the best course of action is to indulge this demon for better chances at survival. “… Fine. Just go ahead.”

His smirk evolved into a full wolfish grin and once again, he towered over you while you did your best to avoid his eyes. First he leaned down, taking his time to smell your scent. It was sweet, intoxicatingly so, with floral hints then and there. After a few seconds of silence, you felt his lips press against the flushed skin of your cheek. They were surprisingly soft and plump, staying there for what felt like an eternity. When he pulled away, you almost missed his warmth and proximity.

“There. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Your blush deepened. No, it definitely wasn’t so bad after all.

“So. If we are about to continue together, I think it’s only fair you give me your name. I want to know who is my traveling companion this nice morning.”

This time it was you who smirked. “Only if you tell me yours first. Since I’m obviously at a disadvantage, if I give you my name now, it would only grant you even more power over me. You go first.”

“Not bad, little red lady. Not bad at all.” Oh you were incredibly smart, the oldest tricks in the demon book would definitely not work with you. He had just met you and he already liked you, his intuition was right when he witnessed you entering the forest with determination in your steps.

“You may call me Dante.” He took one of your hands, lifting it to his lips and placing a soft kiss at your knuckles. “How should I call you, little red riding hood?”

You smiled at him, this time it was a sincere genuine smile “You may call me (Y/N).”

#devil may cry #Dante Sparda #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante x you #little red riding hood #self-insert #fanfiction #fanfic

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raleigh-ocean · 5 years ago

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next to me | wilhemina venable x raleigh ocean

summary: for Mina, it was hard to adjust to her new life, but as she felt how Raleigh moved by her side, her presence ever so soothing after a few months, she thought she was going to be fine. It would take a bit more time to Wilhemina to finally open up, however, but knowing more about her partner was a good plan in the meantime.

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n/a: I think it was @darling-dontforgetme the one that asked me about Mina being taking to the doctor or something along the lines, because I wrote it down in some headcanons, and my inbox swallowed the ask for some reason, BUT I finally manage to come around and finish this little thing! So I hope y’all enjoy it!

Placing the book in her thigh, open by the page she was reading and adding notes to, Raleigh's eyes wandered to the ceiling. There was a flickering light that was bothering her to no end, but it wasn't her position to go and fix it. She pushed her glasses on top of her head, letting go a harsher breathe to ease the knot in her brain. No, she needed to fix it because she was really going nuts if she had to put up with it for five more minutes.

Her eyes darted around the waiting room, empty since it was past mid-day. Even the nurse-made-secretary was gone, being called by one of the doctors.

After a few mumbled words, Raleigh hummed content when the flickering stopped. In other circumstances she would have propped herself in one of the chairs to give it a touch with her own hands, but she wasn’t at home and she didn’t want to risk being kicked out of the clinic. She could go back peacefully to her reading, but instead she busied herself pressing her fingers against an invisible wrinkle in the coat over her legs to smooth it. The fabric from the dark duffle coat was perfectly taken-care of, so it was impossible that there was an imperfection.

She couldn't think less from Wilhemina, to be honest.

Her mind got distracted again when the nurse came out from the door where her girlfriend had disappeared almost an hour ago. Or that's what Raleigh thought. The nurse smiled warmly at her, knowingly, and then went back to her spot behind the desk.

"Your sweetheart will be done in…about twenty," she was an old woman, her accent thick that reminded Raleigh of someone from her childhood. "Today's a hard day."

"A coffee would be a good idea then?" Raleigh smiled sideways, a conversation they were used to have.

"The loveliest," the nurse smiled at that, watching the woman stand up. "Do you want me to keep her coat and your book while you are at it?"

When the doctor opened the door for her, Wilhemina thought she was going to pass out at any given second. Not even her cane was enough to support her whole weight, her hands and her legs felt shaky after the session. She still wasn’t used to that new doctor so everything was way worse; but when she looked up from the floor and to where the chatter sounded, a veil of calmness fell over her softly to make her feel a bit better.

Seeing someone waiting for her after her appointments was truly something else. Back in Los Angeles, she always had to get a taxi home, but since she moved to New Orleans that wasn’t the case and it was such a...nice change. Not that she would ever say something about it, but seeing Raleigh waiting for her there meant the world for her.

Her chatter with the nurse at the front desk ended right when they were in sight and Wilhemina felt her body, her new found magic, wanting to reach for Raleigh and let the woman hold her close to her warmth.

“I’ll see you in two weeks, miss Venable,” she barely could hear the doctor but she nodded in agreement. “Remember to not strain yourself for a couple of days, then you can keep with your usual schedule.”

Wilhemina barely nodded in response, seeing Raleigh walking towards her with a calm expression in her face but the worry all over her hazel eyes. The doctor already gave her the next appointment so the only thing she did was bid farewell to him, letting her girlfriend help her with the coat and then they were gone from the clinic. It took more than just that, but Mina was too tired and everything displayed before her in unrelated chunks of information, missing how Raleigh had to fill in a couple papers quickly or how she offered her arm to her, which she took without a doubt.

Once they were safe in the car, which only reminded Wilhemina of her new boss because the Coven didn’t have another car yet aside of Cordelia’s and Madison’s, she couldn’t help but sigh loudly. Without a word, a coffee was handed out for her and her eyes went to the woman starting the engine. How could she be like that? She didn’t even said a word, she didn’t even asked for something, but she had it between her hands and the warmth from the plastic cup was already inviting her to indulge.

“I fucking swear to God if Cordelia doesn’t invest in an off-road next, I’m starting a revolution,” Raleigh’s voice was far from annoyed, more like playful while she tried to accommodate again the seat. “I still can’t picture how she can drive this posh ass car into the swamp and not get robbed overnight.”

It made Wilhemina chuckle lightly, taking a sip to her sweetened coffee and leaning back into the seat with a soft grunt of displeasure. If Raleigh, in her way after buckling herself up, seemed to hear her, Mina didn’t know, but she got her cheek caressed with two fingers before getting a quick kiss there. When her girlfriend finally drove off the parking lot, she took her time to just relax there as much as Raleigh’s driving skills let her. It wasn’t that she was a bad driver, but it made Mina feel like her father was driving: messy, unexpected and with too many swear words - at least with her could hear a variation, when she was really mad and switched languages.

However, after a few blocks, Wilhemina couldn’t help but look at the woman driving in awe. Her posture was a bit rigid and her face was almost marbled, focusing way too hard in the task at hand. Was she making the effort to be calm and collected to not bother her? Raleigh biting her lower lip harshly when the car before them made a right without the turn signal was enough response to that.

After her appointments Wilhemina despised listening to music, brain to foggy to actually enjoy it without having a headache, but the silence not being filled with the usual monologue was a bit unsettling. So she looked around the car, finding out the book Raleigh had been reading while waiting for her and taking it just to find out she couldn’t read the cover at all.

“What are you reading?” frowning for her was easy, still trying to make some sense of the title at least, finding herself feeling how her magic was vibrating slightly.

“Oh, I found that old buddy in Cordelia’s office the other day,” the question visibly relaxed Raleigh, but then they made eye contact and Mina discovered a glint of guilt in her eyes. “Well, maybe I shouldn’t have been there to begin with, but! In my defense, it was calling me, so please just…”

“Honey, please, you know I won’t say a word,” Mina couldn’t find herself strong enough to make a snarky comment about this, so she only watched Raleigh relax at her soft words. “Now, are you going to tell me or should I put whatever Goode have in the music player? I bet it’s Stevie Nicks, twenty for that?”

After that joke and Raleigh giving her twenty dollars, because of course it was that - ‘why did you said it was Taylor Swift?’ ‘Listen, I just hoped it wasn’t Stevie for once.’ -, Wilhemina indulged once again in what her girlfriend was telling her. Just hearing her voice explaining things made her feel at ease, giving a ‘mhm’ and maybe a remark when it was needed, because for sure she didn’t know shit about ancient magic and for the time being that was going to remain like that.

Also, it wasn’t difficult to make the woman talk your ears off if you knew which topics to touch.

The rest of the trip back to the Academy was made like that, sharing something it would be soon locked again in Raleigh’s brain once they passed past the fence. Which was accurate, because once they were crossing the door the book was nowhere to be seen - it was hidden in the front of Raleigh’s sweatpants, like a kid that’s hiding sweets from her parents - and her whole demeanour shrunk heavily until she could barely notice she was there at all if her girlfriend wasn’t holding her arm.

She didn’t like that part of coming to her new home, but for today, she wasn’t going to comment on it.

Making their way towards Wilhemina’s assigned room, the dread she was feeling was bigger and bigger, and she tried to brace herself not only in Raleigh’s arm but in projecting her new found magic around Ray’s to make it to her destination. And when Raleigh closed the door behind them, Wilhemina could finally breathe. Sitting in the edge of the bed, she let go of her cane and covered her face with both hands, her tiredness hitting her even harder than she thought.

"Mina?" Raleigh's voice is so tiny and full of worry that makes Mina take a peek in between her fingers to look at her. "Do you want something to eat? I was gonna get some cereal and maybe you were hungry too."

"I'm not, thank you," she sighed and finally put down her hands to her lap. "But can you do me a favor?"

The way Raleigh's features lighted up was something Wilhemina wasn't ready for in any possible way, but she swallowed the lump in her throat to finally say what she wanted. It was obvious her girlfriend wanted to be of help to her, even when she already did that in her own silent way, but to be vocal about it...what a wonderful thing it was to do.

"I need some painkillers and some help with getting in my pajamas," Wilhemina looked directly at her and now her girlfriend was closing the door again, walking to her wardrobe to get the clothes first. "And...can you stay with me? Now, tonight...Just stay, please?"

She felt shy to ask Raleigh that, way too shy when they've been going out for four months now, but she was feeling day by day that this was worth. So she was trying to 'woman up' with her feelings, reaching in between all the vines that had been protecting her for years so she could return what was given to her. Wilhemina shied away from Raleigh's eyes while waiting for her response, warmth installing in her cheeks.

"I'll stay with you all the time you want, lovely," and Raleigh's hands are unbuttoning her shirt with care and Mina starts to help her with that, making her move to unzip her skirt and helping her out, arms circling her neck to gain some support. "Even when you'll doze off to my incessant chatter."

Her chuckle was so pure that it made Mina want to hear it more often, her girlfriend leaving the room to get the food and the medicine after pressing a kiss to her temple.

After buttoning the pajamas' shirt up, she pushed herself up to the bed until she was under the covers, letting the mattress to swallow her a bit and finding herself soon in a more comfortable position in spite of the throbbing and constant pain in her back. While waiting, she played with the too long sleeve from her shirt and it made her feel warm and cozy again. Raleigh didn't ask for her clothes back, the pajamas she was wearing lent to her back when they met in Los Angeles, and she didn't feel like actually giving them...so now she had in her possession a way too big pajama shirt and way too long pajama pants, which belonged to the woman she was learning to love.

The thought made her close her eyes and, at the same time, to Raleigh to appear through the bedroom door with her hands full of things...Oberon over her shoulders like a parrot of some sorts and on-growing puppy Sidonia walking a bit dumbly at her tail. Leaving everything in the nightstand - water, painkillers carefully hidden in her sweatpants’ pocket, a cereal bowl over Raleigh’s laptop and a notebook with a bitten pencil between its pages -, the tall woman crouched down enough to let the calico cat jump over the empty space of the bed, soon making his way towards his owner and cuddling her like they didn’t have a never ending on-going war between both. Wilhemina had enough time to scratch him under his head before heavy five months old Sidonia was now on the bed too, going to get the same cuddles from the human her human liked so much...and maybe try to catch Oberon’s tail, like always.

“I couldn’t leave them out,” was the only response Raleigh gave her, Wilhemina looking at her while Sidonia bit her fingers playfully, as she made her way to the spot reserved for her...now a bit tinier than she planned, but getting herself as close as her girlfriend as she could. “I’m not a monster, y’know? They wanted to give you snuggles too.”

“I won’t be surprised if in some months she starts behaving like a person, I mean, this bitch already does but your poor drooling ball is still a baby,” Wilhemina poked Oberon in the middle of the forehead upon saying that, Raleigh pushing Sidonia a bit with her hand to make her go cuddle against her own stomach to not bother Mina.

“Oh c’mon,” Oberon finally moved to let Ray get closer and Mina took advantage of this to finally take the medicine, then finding herself moving closer to her girlfriend so she could rest her head in her shoulder. “I’m not that bad handling animals to give them such traumatic change.”

That Raleigh kissed her forehead automatically, putting a lock of red hair behind her ear, only gave Wilhemina more of that sweet love she was getting in daily doses. A natural thing that led to a new silence, one warm and soft that was barely broke when the woman cuddling her put a hand under the covers suddenly and pulled the book out of her pants, where it was hidden all this time. Her innocent yet mischievous expression only made Wilhemina to chuckle, closing her eyes to rub there a bit, glad today was make-up free. When she opened her eyes again, Raleigh’s hand was fixing the collar of her shirt absentmindedly.

Maybe it was now a good moment to just...try what she wanted to do, the tiredness of her body and mind giving her a little push, new found courage also pushing to the tips of her fingers to move her hand and resting it in Raleigh’s chest.

Hand, that needless to say, was kissed and taken hostage.

“Can I ask you something?” she felt the approval hum vibrate ever so softly through her connection with Ray, face to that area between her chest and her shoulder. “Where...where did you grow up?”

“Here,” Raleigh’s answer was immediate and it sounded a bit automatic, thing that was noticed right away. “Didn’t my speech gave it away?”

“That much I can tell,” Mina wasn’t in the mood for teasing her, but she really wanted to know more...something that wasn’t a cold automatic response. “I meant your childhood home, before being trapped here like a Hogwarts’ student. Was it a nice place?”

And if her girlfriend was tense, now Wilhemina seemed to sense how she gave in, as if Raleigh was trying to hold part of her weight to not get swallowed by the comfort of the bed. Mina had found recently that Raleigh always tried to seem lighter or smaller than she actually was, physically and mentally talking, and that along with how she presented herself every time she was in the Academy didn’t settle right with Wilhemina at all.

“Jefferson Parish, Kenner,” sighing, so deep and heavy, she started with that tone people got when they said something that they’ve repeated for a really long time. “We lived in the north, near the lake, and well...for me was the best place ever on this Earth,” Raleigh played with Wilhemina’s hostage hand to put her palm against hers to size them, the latina’s hand easily being a bigger even when Mina’s fingers were long enough to touch Ray’s fingertips. “It wasn’t a big fancy house, just a small apartment with enough room for three to live in...so you can see my surprise and uneasiness when I got here.”

“You seem pretty much used to it by now,” and it was the truth, because Raleigh was the only one along Cordelia without having troubles getting around the house. Even the staff, those young girls she was starting to know little by little, sometimes seemed out of place.

“That’s what I call self-preservation mechanism,” with a low chuckle, Raleigh intertwined their fingers. “I hated so much being in here, I kinda still do, because sometimes it gives me the creeps that everything is so...white, almost felt antiseptic and sometimes gets really silent,” she was lost for a second and then she focused again on their linked hands. “At my parents’ there was always something playing in the radio or the smell of food, when my mother tried to pull a new recipe,” another soft laugh. “Warm colored walls, an awkward Virgen María picture that my grandma gave us in a shelf by the biggest jelly-bean jar ever, our shoes all over the entrance...mhm, that was my childhood home. It felt like people lived there...here was, is, always too organized.”

Hearing her girlfriend talk so fondly of something was good for a change, and Mina was afraid of falling asleep to that, because it wasn’t boring at all but it was feeling her with more warmth that she usually could handle.

“It sounds like a nice place,” she found herself wanting to visit, to be there and feel all of that, because it was filling Raleigh’s features with contentment just by talking about it. “Even with the virgin there, watching over you each time you picked candy.”

“It totally was,” Raleigh didn’t lose the smile, not even when she said the next words. “I frankly don’t know if the building is even there anymore, to be honest, I...well, my mother moved eventually from there and a few years later the hurricane happened, so…”

“The memory will always be with you, and that’s important,” Wilhemina was quick to complete that, because she didn’t know yet many information about Raleigh’s not immediate whereabouts but she knew for a fact that parents weren't in the equation as of now.

"That's for sure," Mina moved her head enough to look at her and press a kiss to her neck, making the other woman hum content for that.

In her mind, Wilhemina had too many things to possibly ask, too many things that she wanted to know, but seeing that talking about something as normal as her childhood put a soft expression in Raleigh's features...she decided to maybe ask one more thing about it.

One more thing because she was feeling the painkillers starting to kick in finally, not being confident in staying awake much longer than probably the answer and some more seconds in between falling asleep and holding to the present.

That plus hearing Raleigh talk, was actually making wonders to her mood, starting to push to the back of her mind the pain and the discomfort.

"I wonder now if you were a calm kid or a troublemaker," Wilhemina chuckled sleepily with the thought, freeing her hand from the grasp of her girlfriend to pass it over her stomach and hug her. "I feel you were like the first ones, those blessed babies that don't cry much," she yawned a bit and it made Sidonia yawn in response, tired already from trying to catch unsuccessfully Oberon's tail. "My nephew is like that, such an angel."

Wilhemina has yet to talk about her own family, but Raleigh didn't seem to pressure her into anything. She only let go of a soft laugh and kiss her forehead lovingly, caressing her arm.

"Oh good lord, my mother wished that too," another good laugh blooming in her chest had Wilhemina's new found magic tingle in response. "I was a hurricane and an earthquake thrown together in a mixer, my father even made up a nickname just because," Wilhemina couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, giving up and resting better in her lover's arm, still listening to her. "The only times I managed to actually sit down were when my mother was reading for me some new book she found at work or one of her or my father's old magic books."

"I don't even know why you don't give that nerdy vibe if you were read a lot and I know you still do that," she managed to mumble, mouth half pressed against Raleigh's chest at this point. "I suppose is that."

"My father used to say 'I was born to fight an army with the force of my frown'," Wilhemina didn't see that, but upon saying that Raleigh actually frowned, giving a scaring stare to a heavy sleep Sidonia. "My mother was more of the opinion that I took any 'bad girl juju' out of them and made it my own. I remember once I fought a girl because she kept giving me a stinky eye and didn't let go until someone pointed out she had just a tic in her left eye."

"A feisty one I see, Ocean," Wilhemina giggled at the little snippet of the adventures of little Ray, which in her hazy mind couldn't picture how she looked like.

Raleigh looked down at Wilhemina for a second, surprised to have her in that mood. She was always in check with her feelings, without a crack on her whole demeanour, but having her girlfriend being so comfortable around her was truly a blessing. Raleigh didn’t need Wilhemina to constantly tell her or show her she loved her back, she was confident enough to know she did even when at times she asked herself how could she possibly loved her.

So the only thing that she did in response was to kiss the crown of Wilhemina’s head with care and give her a new caress to her cheek with her thumb.

“Oh, you don’t even know the start of it,” Raleigh laughed again, softly, to keep talking. “I had too much energy when I was a kid, then I grew up and that energy went all to my brain and-”

And there, it’s when Raleigh heard Wilhemina’s deep breath.

Falling asleep that easily surprised her a second time, but after the heavy day the woman in her arms had it was probably something to expect. Raleigh smiled to herself, making sure Wilhemina was really asleep, and then she raised her hand to use her Telekinesis to get her notebook, laptop and cereals from the nightstand. She could use one hand perfectly to keep studying, it wasn’t that hard, right?

But after a hour of almost exploding because, of course, she couldn’t take notes and holding the book with one hand, Raleigh decided to just lay there with her lover.

Maybe she could even try to take a nap too.

#wilhemina venable x original character #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #raleigh ocean

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citrinekay · 5 years ago

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(who’s been keeping a list of their fav headcanons? not me) 1. holden wants to get a puppy 2. hurt/comfort about age gap 3. their firsts 4. their love language (“things that say ‘i love you’”). anyway. totally not a list i’ve been adding to every now and then

These are all really good, but that’s first one 😍😭 So, this isn’t exactly fluffy and got a little darker than expected but hey that’s my brand and I gotta stick with it!

Chilly, spring rain tumbles from the thick, gray clouds in driving sheets, glazing the crumbling asphalt of the narrow, residential lane and catching the reflection of a dozen red and blue police lights flashing out into the night. The steady drum of it against the roof fills the hollow silence of the house that’s broken only intermittently by the whine and click of the camera shutter.

Bill and Holden survey the cramped living room that’s littered with empty beer bottles, pizza boxes, and dozens and magazines and newspapers. The scene in the kitchen is just as filthy and depressing - plates piled high in the sink, garbage can overflowing, refrigerator reeking of spoiled milk and God knows what else.

“I want to see the basement.” Holden says.

Bill draws in a deep breath, and nods.

They make their way carefully past the officers collecting evidence and down the hallway to the door leading into the basement.

The mystery of three dead women spanning two decades in this small, West Virginia town had at last been broken when the unsub’s most recent victim managed to escape this house, formerly her prison. The man had kept her here, locked up in the basement, for the last five years, raping and torturing her as he saw fit.

Nothing could have prepared Bill for the dense, sick weight that settles in the pit of his stomach as he and Holden descend the narrow, wooden stairs into the basement. The unsub’s torture chamber is a cement-walled dungeon, musky and dark. A cage shoved in the corner of the room is meant for an animal, but had housed four victims over the course of twenty years. A workbench is littered with instruments of torture and restraints. A hook bolted to the ceiling in the center of the room had once provided a display of the victim for his amusement.

Holden reaches over to turn on the light switch. At once, the basement is flooded with sharp, yellow light, but neither of them have a chance to comment on the horrifying details as a growl and a rattle of chain from the corner draws their attention away from the scene of torture.

Holden backpedals into Bill’s chest, a gasp leaping from his chest as black dog lunges from it’s restraint in the corner. The animal is growling low in its throat, teeth bared, frothing at the mouth, it’s entire, scrawny body shaking. Right away, Bill can tell it’s some kind of mutt, another breed mixed in with pit bull based on the ears and the size of it’s head.

“Jesus Christ.” Holden says, “He was keeping a dog down here, too?”

“We need to call the dog warden.” Bill says, clutching Holden’s elbow.

Holden shuffles forward despite Bill’s grasp on his arm. He holds out a non-threatening hand as he approaches the dog. The dog whines, then barks, pacing back and forth against it’s short leash. It’s dark gaze is trained on Holden, mistrust shining clearly past the unhealthy film glazing it’s eyes.

“Hey there, buddy. It’s okay.” Holden says, crouching down, “We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Don’t get close to it.” Bill says, “It’s gonna bite your hand off.”

“He’s starving.” Holden says, shooting a glare over his shoulder. “Poor thing. He’s probably been down here as long as Kristen was.”

“Yeah, and if it’s been abused it might try to bite you. Come on.” Bill says, leaning down to grasp Holden by the arm. “Let’s just call the warden.”

Holden rises to his feet, shaking Bill’s grip off. “Fine. But he goes to the vet, not the pound.”

Bill suppresses a sigh. It’s late, and they’ve been working this case off-and-on for the last year and a half. They both know the details backwards and forwards. They know everything Kristen, the last victim, and all the rest went through. They know every depraved thing the killer did to these women. And Holden is worried about the damn dog.

“Fine.” Bill says.

When Bill and Holden were first contacted by the local authorities in Marling, West Virginia, their relationship had been infantile and fledgling. Bill can remember crawling onto the bed and slipping his hand under the back of Holden’s t-shirt while Holden opened the case file on the mattress in front of him. Their bodies were warm and connected while the first, horrific details crossed their minds.

Bill had resigned himself to the fact long ago that death and depravity was always going to come second-nature to their relationship. The darkness seeps into every crevice, every available space in your mind. Eventually, it houses itself right next to the good things, the light beside the dark. Gray areas in between are fleeting, and he tries to keep everything separate, but he can’t help but glimpse the way their work affects Holden - and in turn, them.

Maybe they’re both overworked. Bill thinks as he lights a cigarette outside the police department’s bullpen.

He checks his watch to see that it’s almost ten o’clock. He’d filed the last report while Holden took the unsub’s dog to the vet. He hadn’t stuck around to see the warden coax the poor, starved animal out of the basement, and now he wonders if Holden had sustained a bite trying to get the hardened beast to trust him.

After smoking the last of his cigarette, Bill goes back into the bullpen to find the chief of police’s office. Waters is hunched over his desk, necktie undone. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days. None of them have.

“Anything else you need from me?” Bill asks.

Waters glances up from his reports, offering a weak smile. “Nothing but a sincere ‘thank you’, I suppose.”

Bill nods, “It was our pleasure.”

Rising to his feet, Waters offers Bill a handshake. “Truly, Bill, we couldn’t have done it without you.”

“We were glad to help. This one’s been a long time coming.”

“You ain’t kidding.” Waters says, shaking his head. “I’m gonna go home, kiss my wife, have a drink, and celebrate. We don’t get these days every day.”

“You deserve it.”

“What are you gonna do?” Waters asks, “I feel like you’ve been in this as long as some of my guys.”

“About the same, I guess.” Bill says.

The drive across town the veterinarian’s office is brief, but the downpour forces Bill to stay on high alert despite the exhaustion tugging at his limbs. When he reaches the office, there’s only two cars in the parking lot, and he figures nobody else is bothering the vet at this time of day.

Bill goes inside to find the front desk and waiting area deserted. The faint sound of voices from down the hall leads him to the exam room where the vet has the skinny mutt lying on the table. The animal seems more sedate now, and Holden is hand-feeding him cut up pieces of meat.

Bill clears his throat in the doorway.

Holden glances up, a smile fixed on his mouth despite the dark circles under his eyes.

“Bill, come on in.” He says, nodding for Bill to join him.

“How’s he doing?” Bill asks.

“A lot better.” Holden says, “Dr. Cormick looked him over, gave him his shots, a bath, and now he’s letting me feed him. I think he’s gonna be okay.”

Dr. Cormick nods, and strokes a hand down the dog’s back. “No doubt he’s been through a lot, but surprisingly, there aren’t really any serious health concerns aside from fleas and worms.”

“Great.” Bill says, “What about his behavior, though? He’s calm now, but what about if some kid scares him or he feels threatened?”

“He’s definitely a special case.” Cormick says, “He’ll need a good, understanding home.”

“You know anybody?” Bill asks, offering a faint chuckle.

Holden draws in a deep breath. “Bill, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Sure.”

Holden gives the plate of food to Cormick, and leads Bill back out into the hallway.

“Holden-” Bill begins, seeing the look in his eyes.

“What? I haven’t said anything yet.”

“But I know what you’re going to say.” Bill says, “And we can’t take this dog home with us.”

“Why not?” Holden asks, crossing his arms. “The doctor just said he needs an understanding home, and who better understands what this animal has been through than us?”

“We’re never home.” Bill says, spreading his hands in disbelief. “How would we take care of a dog, Holden? Come on, think this through.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Holden says.

Bill exhales a strained sigh, and shakes his head.

“They’re just going to send him to the pound, Bill.” Holden says, “Then what? Nobody is going to adopt an animal that looks and behaves like this. Chances are he stays locked up for a couple of weeks, maybe a few months, and then gets put down because they don’t have enough room to keep him around.”

“Maybe so.” Bill says, “It’s just a dog, Holden. We caught a killer today. A woman, a human being, got to go back to her family after years of imprisonment and abuse. This is what you’re concerned with?”

Holden turns to lean against the wall, and lowers his head. Bill can see his jaw working against emotion.

“You don’t get it.” Holden whispers, his voice strained.

“Get what?”

“Never mind.” Holden mutters, shoving away from the wall. “Forget it. If you say we can’t keep him, then I guess that’s that.”

“Holden-”

Holden is already marching back into the exam room, leaving Bill standing alone in the hall. He lets out a sigh, and rubs a hand over his forehead. Maybe he’s exhausted, or tired of arguing. Maybe he just wants to go home already, and Holden isn’t going to let him rest until he gets his way. Maybe there’s some soft place left in his heart that hasn’t been ravaged and turned to scar tissue by death and destruction.

Letting out a grunt of disbelief, Bill strides back into the exam room. Holden and Dr. Cormick look up at him, and he spreads his hands in defeat before he can stop himself.

“Okay, what do we need to do?”

“Do?” Cormick asks.

“To take the mutt home.” Bill says, “Is there some kind of adoption papers we have to sign?”

“Ah, yes.” Cormick says, “Let me get it together. Then we can all go home.”

“Sounds good.”

Cormick leaves the room, and Bill catches Holden smiling brightly at him.

“Don’t say anything.” Bill says, shaking his head. “I’m already regretting this.”

“You won’t.” Holden says, “It’s all going to work out exactly the way it should.”

#bill x holden #mindhunter #my writing #mindhunnter

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iphoenixrising · 6 years ago

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For 700 Followers!

Hi babe <3

I hope things have gotten better since you sent this. If not, I love you. If they have, I still love you. This isn’t the usual Dr!Tim thing, but I still kind of liked it. The nuances are there if you squint hard.

Ah, I think I headcanon for this ‘verse that the beginning of their relationship, Dick and Jay kind of retreated to their respective places when the stress and fuckery of being a crime fighter gets overwhelming. When it’s a bad night, Dick goes to his apartment and cleans like mad or stares emptily at the television. For hours. Jay hits up his favorite and most secret safe house. A place with his books so he can lose himself and try to fight the Pit back without putting anyone else in harm’s way, you feel me?

With the surge in crime over the past month, Tim starts seeing the signs immediately and on the down-low. Dick’s bad knee gives him more fits than usual, even if he tries to play it off. Jay’s eyes are showing more green than blue some nights, even snuggled up to them in bed.

The nightmares are progressing, Dick moaning softly in his sleep, Jay trying to wait it out until he’s exhausted enough to pass out cold without dreaming.

(He made the mistake of lightly touching Dick on the arm and got backhanded as a result, the hit waking both of them immediately.

It’s hot fire along his jaw, but he grabs Dick to stop the babbled apologies, keeps him from getting out of bed and backing away. For the rest of the night, he clenches both of them against his chest tightly, refuses to let go.

It only helps wipe the guilty look on Dick’s face marginally.)

They need a night off because the vigilante life is killing them.

So, he makes a plan.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, Tim adjusts a stupid piece of hair that keeps getting in his eyes and fiddles with the cuff links again. He picks an imaginary piece of lint off the sharp suit lapels and gives himself one last critical glance before turning off the light.

He’s already double-checked the reservations, sent the two very carefully chosen garment bags to Dick’s apartment, and has the promise of Superman himself no one is going to bother them tonight.

(It was easy, he’s got leverage against the Kryptonian after he removed those shards of terrible green rock and got to study a little alien microbiology. It comes in handy when he needs the world to leave his boyfriends the fuck alone. Also handy if he’s running late and a little super in his step gets him to Mercy General in a blink.)

Whistling, he goes to the lower level of the building where his hardly-ever used car is covered. (He told them he had one, they’d just never seen it.) The engine purrs low when he fires it up and pulls out of the space, taking to Gotham’s streets with shades covering his eyes and a grin on his face while the Red Bird darts in and out of traffic like a champ.

When he sees Jay and Dick waiting for him on the corner by Dick’s apartment, he gets a thrill of arousal at the sharp suits outlining his very sexy vigilante boyfriends.

(Not the only ones that appreciate a fine suit.)

The first few buttons are undone at Jay’s throat, making him want to lick the enticing span of skin, and Dick has the tie perfect enough that he wants to use it to pull his taller significant other in for a deep kiss. Restraint is really not his strong point right now, but he manages to get out of the car and open the doors for his boys with a flourish.

“Your chariot, gentlemen.”

Jay whistles at the Lotus and gives him a long, sultry look, keeps the kiss chaste by the smallest margin. He slides in the back, splays his big body all over the leather seat, that small smirk too much inviting. Dick’s eyes are beautifully warm, and the kiss is sweet with a hand on his jaw, thumbing where the bruise has already faded, the other palming his ass. Almost in Jay’s face.

Both of them watch him shift through the gears smoothly, commenting on how sweet the car is, how much they like the suits, how cute he looks in his own.

(How they needed this.)

He laughs and drives faster when Jay eggs him on, taking the Crusoe Bridge out of town like they’re flying.

He talks and banters with Dick’s hand on his thigh and Jay’s reaching between the seats to run fingers up the sensitive underside of his wrist.

When they Metropolis, he stops at the amazing restaurant, gives the valet his keys, and offers each an arm.

He knows he’s playing it right when Jay slides a hand in the crook of his elbow and squeezes while Dick does the absolute same.

The table is secluded, candles and wine, high-class and secluded without being stiff or stuffy, the perfect place for both his boyfriends to be at least somewhat at ease. (He fervently hopes Superman won’t get word they’re in town. He will seriously break someone’s face if anyone take them away from him tonight.)

The food is amazing and they’re all sitting close enough to feed one another. It turns into the kind of play that leads to smouldering arousal and half-mast bedroom eyes, specifically when he sucks the cream off Dick’s fingers and bites down lightly on Jay’s thumb.

He drinks water all night to make sure they don’t have any reservations about him driving, flying through the night on the open road. Jay’s in the front with him now while Dick leans between the seats, slurry and affectionate.

Both of them are buzzing a little with the wine and good food, both of them laughing and relaxed, it makes him satisfied and warm. He laughs with them, flirts outrageously, and rubs his thumb over Jay’s knuckles, just holding his hand.

Dr. Drake gives himself all the kudos for managing a romantic dinner successfully. It’s even more important he’s gotten them out of the masks for the night, given them a much-needed break.

He walks them up to Dick’s apartment, giving the illusion he’s doing it for the goodnight kisses instead of supporting them both to make sure they don’t end up falling all over their own feet.

He gets sloppy kisses while undressing them, maneuvering soft pajamas over scarred, broken skin and bandages, gently touches dark bruises while he smiles at them with soft, affectionate eyes. Glass of water for each and wrestling them down to the blankets, The Good Doctor playing on television.

When he leans down to get his last kisses of the night, Dick whines at him and makes grabby hands, but Jay just wraps both arms around his thighs and looks up with hopeful blue eyes.

His suit is probably going to get wrinkled, hung haphazardly on the back of the bathroom door, but Jay’s shirt and Dick’s sweats are more comfortable than his own clothes any night.

He distracts them from going below the waist by taking the hand and kissing each knuckle, or moving another around his neck so the body drifts more solidly against him. It’s an easy thing to shift his fingers softly through thick hair and nuzzle against a cheek. It’s easy to whisper sweet nothings while cuddled close, to tell them how proud he is to be theirs, how proud he is of their hard work, how much good they do for the city, how much he admires them, how much better they make him just by being them.

He can shake off the numb, tingly feeling in his arms the next morning more easily when both of them are still huddled against him, no nightmares driving them out of bed or in a corner where the fetal position is the only thing that can make them feel safe. He can ignore the way his heart pounds harder in his chest when he looks at their sleeping faces, and something so wonderfully precious swirls around in him until he aches.

It’s easy to gives them sleepy kisses and lingering caresses to hair and backs and faces before sliding out of bed to start coffee and make the attempt to put on something good for breakfast–

(he fails. Epically. Orders out for breakfast instead.)

–and has a mug ready for when they stumble out of the bedroom, bleary-eyed and yawning.

After this experiment, he’s planning a weekend get-away. Some nice tropical island where Drake Industries has a condo he’s only used like twice and communications are spotty so those calls from Oracle, Batman, the Titans, the Outlaws, and whoever the hell else can wait until they get back.

He’s humming to himself happily while setting out plates and adding syrup, cutting pancakes into bite-sized pieces so maybe he can, you know, feed them again.

(He might have discovered a new kink…)

And he’s standing at the sink, humming to himself while cutting up strawberries to rinse off and put on top with a little whip cream, sinking in to the comfortable silence and motion.

Which is how Jay comes upon him, still rocking a notorious bed-head, all kinds of dressed in their clothes, cutting strawberries by the sink with a soft, sleepy smile on his face. On their table behind him, he’s got a nice looking spread, coffee, milk, and juice ready to pour.

It’s an instinct close to the one that’s all vigilante. An instinct to protect that hits Jason the moment he sees that smile and knows what’s making his boy happy.

(Any fuckin’ one ever lays a hand on ya, and I’ll make ‘im scream ta die.)

“Hey, good morning,” he puts the strawberries on the table and picks up Jay’s ‘Zombies Do It Better’ mug. He tilts his chin up for the kiss, sighing gently against Jay’s mouth when he gets it.

Dick is more clingy than normal when he’s finally drawn by the smell of breakfast, and hangs on him like a blanket to accept bites in between sips of coffee.

It’s too soon when he has to put his suit back on to leave them with the dishes washed and a nap in their immediate future. He’s got to stop at his penthouse, grab a shower and scrubs, be off on his own mission.

None of that means he wouldn’t rather climb back in bed with them and sleep off a good breakfast like a boss.

It’s no surprise when he gets a page deep into the night and leaves Steph to the crickets chirping around their ER, taking off for the roof, heart racing with what he might be coming into. He comes out in doctor mode, ready to drop to his knees and handle anything from burns to toxins to bleeding out.

The sigh of relief is caught up with the gasp of surprise when the rooftop picnic is complete with candles and a small bluetooth speaker playing something soft and perfect for the scene. He drops his vigilante-only bag and laughs loud enough for the whole damn city to hear.

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Fic: “Quentin Coldwater and the Pernicious Prickle Pixie Predicament” (The Magicians)

Author: Lexalicious70

Fandom: The Magicians

Pairing: Eliot/Quentin

Rating: R for sexual situations

Word Count: 1,798

Summary: Quentin’s encounter with some Fillorian woodland creatures leave him with an itch he can’t scratch, but Eliot is more than happy to help him get some relief.

A/N: This is the result of headcanon chat on Twitter. I don’t own The Magicians, this is just for laughs. Comments and kudos are magic! Enjoy.

Read it on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18711196

Quentin Coldwater and the Pernicious Prickle Pixie Predicament

By Lexalicious70 (jagged_little_quill)

“Shit, shit!”

The words, tinged with anxiety, were followed by a crash in the hallway that made Eliot jump out of his throne and yank open the door that led to the main entryway. Quentin was there, his messenger bag slung over one shoulder, whirling in circles like a religious convert overcome by a sermon. Eliot stepped forward.

“Quentin, what the hell?”

“Get them off me! Shit, ow, OW!” Quentin dropped his bag and yanked his sweater off, ignoring the startled stares of nearby servants. Eliot shooed them away and helped him, wincing back when several small winged creatures flew from the garment. They moved faster than hummingbirds and were completely iridescent. Eliot swatted one of the dime-sized things and it fell to the stone floor, twitching. Tick came bustling over at the ruckus, and Eliot pointed to the fallen thing as Quentin groaned and turned his back to the nearest wall, where he rubbed himself against it in a way that made Eliot flash back to the time he’d watched The Jungle Book with Margo during an all-night Disney binge.

“Tick, what the hell is that thing?” He asked, and the rotund little man crouched down.

“Ah! There is no cause for worry, your majesty. ‘Tis only a prickle pixie.”

“A what?”

“A prickle pixie. They can be somewhat likened to your earth mosquito, you see. Only they are larger . . . and more aggressive.”

“A mosquito!” Eliot glanced down at the dead thing, which had a somewhat humanoid form that was almost transparent. “Those are insects, Tick! These things—”

“Are magical creatures, yes, but his majesty shouldn’t fret. They are not poisonous. They will attack in groups when their nests are disturbed, but their bites only cause mild—” Tick winced as Quentin gave a low sound of dismay and scratched himself against the stone wall again. “. . . discomfort.”

“Thank you, Tick.” Eliot went over to his friend and tugged him away from the wall. “Q, what the hell happened?”

“I was gathering spell ingredients in the northern woods and I tripped over a tree root. I fell against the base of the tree and all those little things came flying out of a crack in the tree trunk! They swarmed me like wasps! I ran but some of them flew down my shirt.”

“It’s okay, Q. Tick says they aren’t poisonous.” He turned the smaller man around and hissed softly through his teeth at the sight of Quentin’s back. It was peppered with bites from his shoulders to the small of his back, the irregular welts blotchy red and scored with a purple dot in the center of each. Eliot’s skin prickled at the sight of them.

“Jesus . . . come on Q, let’s get you into a cool bath,” Eliot said, picking up Quentin’s messenger bag and leading him away as Tick swept up the dead pixie and tossed the remains out a nearby window.

*********

Long after the court retired and Whitespire grew silent, Eliot was awakened by an odd noise outside his bedchamber. He rose, tossing on a purple robe with black piping before opening the door. There were guards at both ends of the hall, as always, and the sound was coming from an alcove to his right. Eliot nodded at the guards to assure them he was all right and went to inspect, casting a Chakril’s mini sun to light his way. He rounded the alcove to find Quentin sitting on the opposite side, where the arch was carved from rough stucco-like stone. Quentin was scratching himself against it, moving back and forth like a metronome gone haywire. Eliot crouched down.

“Quentin, what the hell are you doing out here?” He asked, and Quentin looked up at him, his cheeks flushed.

“These fucking bites! The castle physician brought me a poultice but I can’t reach—” His words tangled on near-panic and Eliot put a hand on his shoulder.

“Deep breaths, Q,” he said as he tugged the smaller man to his feet and turned him. The rough stone had left scratches across Quentin’s back, but the bites still looked swollen and pink around the edges. Eliot resisted the urge to scratch at himself in response. “Those pixies must have been 31 flavors of pissed off when they swarmed you.”

“Why is everything in Fillory so goddamned touchy?” Quentin scowled. “In the books they were all warm and fuzzy!”

“The books didn’t mention an all-powerful Beast that used to be a Chatwin, either,” Eliot sighed. “Come on, show me this poultice the doctor brought you.”

Quentin led Eliot back to his bedroom. While, Eliot, and Margo all had their own chambers, they ended up in each other’s rooms and beds more often than not and because Eliot was, according to Margo, made to be the big spoon. As they entered Quentin’s room, Eliot reflected that they hadn’t acted on any impulses since arriving in Fillory and becoming royalty, even though he knew Quentin had to feel the chemistry in the air each time they were together.

“This is it,” Quentin said as he went to his dresser and handed Eliot a jar of greenish goop that reminded him of avocado dip. Eliot sniffed it—it had the faint scent of a stagnant pond, earthy, rich, and not entirely unpleasant. Quentin huffed and rolled his shoulders. “The doctor says I’m supposed to kind of knead or scratch it across the bites, but I can’t reach!”

“And you didn’t come to me, why?” Eliot asked, and Quentin dropped his gaze to his bare feet.

“I don’t know, El. I guess—things got weird and I—I felt like shit for what I said to you about ruining my life. I was pissed at myself for hurting Alice and needed someone to blame. You and Margo weren’t at fault . . .” Quentin sighed. “Emotion magic, booze—yeah they were factors but, in the end, I’m the one who hurt her. And then I hurt you too.”

“Nonsense.” Eliot took his hand and led him over to the bed. “That wasn’t my first dalliance with more than one person, and certainly not the first to cause trouble. Here, lie on your stomach.” He guided Quentin down. “I have a thick skin, Q.”

“It was mine,” Quentin admitted. “But as usual, my timing was horrible. Alice called me a whore.” He paused. “I felt like one.”

“She was angry and hurt.” Eliot dipped his long fingers into the jar and spread some of the salve across Quentin’s skin. “The doctor said to knead this in?”

Quentin nodded. “He said it won’t do any good on the surface.”

“All right, shove over a little.” Eliot nudged him so he could sit. The edges of the bites were raised and pinkish. “Quentin, are you sure—”

“Please El . . .please they itch so bad!” Quentin begged, and Eliot relented. He ran the fingers of his left hand over Quentin’s shoulders, scratching and kneading the salve into the bites, and the younger magician arched his back into Eliot’s touch like an affectionate cat. “Fuck! Yes, El please, harder . . .” He whimpered, and Eliot cleared his throat a little as he tried not to imagine Quentin stuttering out those words other different circumstances. He stiffened his fingers and scratched his nails across the bites, ensuring each one became slathered with the stuff. Quentin shivered and made a small mewling sound, and Eliot added another dollop of the poultice between his shoulderblades. His cacodemon tattoo was marred with more of the bites, and Eliot swept his nails along them in wide left-to-right motions. Quentin’s shoulders rolled and his back arched.

“Is it helping?” Eliot asked, and Quentin responded with a sound that Eliot could only describe as a purr.

“So much better, ohhh. Don’t stop El, please!”

Eliot obliged him, adding thick blobs of the medication to clusters of bites along the small of Quentin’s back, along the outer edge of his tattoo, and along the skin just above his hips. The black sleep pants Quentin wore gaped at the back each time he arched his back, revealing that he wore nothing underneath them. Eliot looked away.

Focus on something else. Roger Ebert in a thong, a pig wearing lipstick—Henry Fogg in spandex!

“Uhhnnhhhh,” Quentin moaned as Eliot kneaded the last of the stuff into the bites. The treated ones were already shrinking, and Eliot could see they’d probably be gone by morning.

He wasn’t sure he could say the same for his erection.

“Better,” Quentin sighed after a moment. “Oh, better, thank you El, thank you so much . . .”

“You’re welcome.” Eliot set the jar aside. “But I really should go and let you rest now.”

“Wait!” Quentin rolled into a sitting position and snagged Eliot’s hand. “Wait . . . please?”

“What is it, Q?”

“I—I don’t want to be alone, that’s all.” The words left the young magician in a rush. “Can you stay? Like you do with Margo?”

Eliot closed his eyes a moment.

“I’m not sure if you know what you’re asking.”

Quentin got to his feet and tipped his dark gaze up to Eliot’s.

“I think I do.” He rose up onto his bare tiptoes and pressed his lips to Eliot’s in an inexperienced but eager kiss. Eliot’s eyes widened at the bold move but his arms slid around Quentin’s lean form almost of their own accord. Quentin bumped his thigh against Eliot’s erection and then ground his inner thigh against it until a damp spot appeared on the purple material of Eliot’s robe.

“No emotion bottles, no booze,” Quentin smiled up at his friend. “No girlfriends. Just us.”

“But I—”

“I know, El,” Quentin nodded. “I was scared as hell when you came in here with me. I wasn’t sure if I had fucked things up for good back at the cottage, but when you offered to help, I knew there was still a chance. There—there’s still a chance, isn’t there?”

Eliot smiled and stroked a hand through Quentin’s fine tawny hair.

“Yes.”

Quentin rocked into the hard shaft of Eliot’s erection once more and tugged him down onto the bed.

“Margo says you’re the best big spoon in the universe. Show me?”

A slow grin spread over Eliot’s face.

“Got another itch only I can scratch?”

Quentin tutted toward his chamber door and it shut and locked, the fob giving off a small shower of magical sparks as he offered Eliot a hand.

“Only one way to find out.”

The room’s candles snuffed out a moment later, leaving Eliot to explore Quentin’s skin in a different way.

Thank Fillory for second chances, he thought. And for prickle pixies.

Fin

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