#currently the vibe is: lay on my side and do not move and inch

[idlenight]

WHAT DO U MEAN TOO MUCH OUCHIE

Vagueposting on tumblr.com over my own injuries.

The slightly longer version of ‘awake cuz too much ouchie’ is that before going to bed i think i pulled a muscle in my back. This pain has since worsened and also migrated to essentially sit on my lower spine. Moving any part of my body somehow fucks w/ this and shoots a lot of pain trough my lower back rn.

Needles to say it’s a little distracting and falling asleep is hard. 💀

[vessel-token]

—give me all that you can give.

Sleep Token Vessel x F!Reader.

Tags ; Explicit Sexual Content. Body Worship. Dom/Sub Undertones. Implied Body Insecurity (Reader). Mention of Religious Imagery. Cunnilingus. Nipple Play.

AN ; okay god this took me WAY too long to actually write… forgive me, truly. this was based on a post i made a little while ago, and i just finally got off my ass to write it! also holy shit, this is only the second x reader i’ve written in years, so i apologize if it’s a little shitty… it’s also awkward writing dialogue for a guy who doesn’t exactly speak. this isn’t overly graphic since i wanted to shoot for a bit more poetic vibe, but it is smut, so MDNI and read at your own risk! ⚠️

Divider ; @benkeibear

It’s a pair of calloused hands walking down your naked sides, each taking their separate turns to wander from the destined path that is your hips. It’s the way that Vessel has seen every inch of you more times than he can count and yet, his attention will always be snagged by something as simple as a mole or freckle or scar. He’s plenty aware of the existence of any mark on you of course, but they give him an excuse to detour from his inevitable goal in order to brush his thumb over them. You personally don’t understand his fascination, nor do you get why he feels he needs a reason to explore your body, but you certainly aren’t complaining.

Currently, he finds his place against your chest, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to the valley between your breasts.

“Gorgeous,” Vessel whispers, entirely sincere. “Breathtaking.”

In the back of your mind, a voice speaks out in protest of his brief praise. It gives arguments for a matter that Vessel will no longer allow you to debate. Your appearance is that of a god in his eyes, like something carved from the finest marble; intimidatingly beautiful. Your creator must have taken a little more time on you, he’s sure. It kills him a bit inside to know that you don’t always feel the same, but he understands. It isn’t something he can fight you on, he cannot change your mind by brute force alone, but he can do this.

He can prove it to you in his own way.

“Lay back for me,” Vessel tells you. It’s not quite a demand but he isn’t asking, either.

You listen, if only because you know this isn’t meant to be a time for arguing, and move from your original place on his lap in favor of sprawling over your shared bed. It feels like a dissatisfying trade off at first, but Vessel is quick to make up for it.

He situates himself between your thighs, running his hands over them before giving an appreciative squeeze. He leans down and braces himself with one hand beside your head, kissing his way down your neck as he descends upon you. Each time, without fail, you’re stuck by just how reverent Vessel is. He handles you like an object of worship, firm enough to ensure your presence, but not rough enough to mar your precious surface. Admiring and mindful, but never shy.

Of course, that isn’t always the case. Sometimes, lets his inhibitions go. On those nights, neither of you are separate entities. You’re both one thing, not exactly mortal and not exactly god, just two beings desperate to be tangled together in spite of whatever tore them apart initially. On those nights, Vessel’s back becomes decorated with the angry red lines of your clawing, while your hips and neck bear bruises in the shapes of his hands and teeth. He’ll keep going for hours until you’re both well and truly sated, grinding into you when his own stamina begins to deplete.

A warm mouth closing over your nipple startles you back into the present, your body responding before your mind as you arch your back to try and press your chest into the sensation. You can feel Vessel humming against you and you belatedly realize he must’ve done it to get your attention, which you’re all too happy to reward him with as you card your fingers through his hair.

“You’ve got me, love,” you assure him.

In response, he gropes at your other breast, pinching and rolling the hardened bud between his fingers until you whine. He sucks at the one currently in his mouth, teasing you with his teeth and tongue before ultimately pulling back.

“Where did you go?” Vessel asks, referring to your earlier daydreaming.

“To you,” you answer, smiling free and unrestrained as you gaze up at him.

You see his lips twitch up into a self-satisfied grin, clearly pleased to know he has your focus whether it’s in person or in your mind. He bends down to kiss you and his sweetness proves to be deceiving the second he slips his tongue into your mouth, seeking out your own to play with until your lungs are aching with the need for oxygen. When he pulls away, you can’t help but chase after him before you catch yourself. Unfortunately, Vessel notices before you can stop and his smugness immediately becomes evident in the way that he chuckles.

“Be patient,” he chides lightly. He places his hand over your throat in a manner entirely unnecessary but wholly intentionally, and uses it to gently press you back down into the mattress.

You bite your tongue to keep from giving him attitude, resisting the urge to point out that you’ve been patient all day and you need him now. Usually you wouldn’t even bother feigning self-control, but you’re in the mood to be spoiled and Vessel’s idea of spoiling just so happens to be persuasive enough to make you behave. Just for tonight.

Your eyes never leave Vessel’s form as he begins to kiss his way down your stomach, continuing his journey until he’s returned to his favorite spot between your legs. You feel yourself tense in anticipation, but it does little to prepare you for the spark that shoots down your spine when you feel his breath ghost over your cunt. You must’ve done this hundreds of times by now, yet something about the way Vessel does it somehow never fails to make it feel like the first.

He flattens his tongue as he drags it over your slit, pausing to pay special attention to your clit and continuing to do so until your hips are shaking with the effort not to rut against his face. He introduces his fingers to the mix, easing one into you while he continues to suck and lick. You can feel your walls twitching around the welcome intrusion, plenty slick from how long you’ve been waiting for this, and that petty side of you hopes that it gets across just how patient you’ve truly been.

“You taste divine,” Vessel groans, his voice coming out muffled because he refuses to pull away from you for longer than a second.

The compliment is sweet, but you’re more focused on trying to ride his tongue, only his hand on your thigh prevents them both from squeezing shut around his head. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind regardless, he seems to love it when you get as lost in the moment as him, but you’re trying to be good. Why, exactly? You’re starting to forget. Maybe it was to get eaten out by a man disguised as a walking sex god, or maybe it was because you needed the reassurance that you could be good. You could deserve this and Vessel.

Before your mind can spiral down that rabbit hole any further, another finger pushes into your tight heat alongside the first, crooking and scissoring them. You cry out and your hips buck on their own accord, clutching at the sheets beneath you if only so that you don’t disrupt Vessel. He licks a long stripe up your cunt again, reveling in your wetness before returning to your now-swollen clit. The constant pressure from his tongue is nearly too much, pulling all sorts of downright pornographic sounds from your throat as you writhe underneath him.

“Ves, fuck,” you hiss, daring a glance down at him. It’s a poor choice because the sight of him practically feasting on you like a man starved is almost enough to undo you. “I’m gonna cum, love, I’m—”

Vessel mumbles something that sounds a lot like permission to your wishful ears, and then he seals his lips around your clit and sucks at the same time that he buries both fingers up to the knuckle inside you. Just like that, he unravels you, your cunt clenching around his digits and your back arching off the mattress. You cum with his name on your breath, chanting it like a litany; a prayer to the man that granted you divine intervention with each touch. You weren’t sure if you’d ever make it to Heaven but here, beneath Vessel, you did not need to. You already glimpsed it every time he kissed you and told you he loved you.

He continues to lap at you until your thighs begin to tremble with the overstimulation, and you reach a hand down to gently push his head away. Vessel flashes you a toothy grin, crawling back over you and letting you get an unobstructed view of the mess you’d left on his face. That sinful tongue of his darts out to clean what he can reach, and you wipe away what he can’t with a tissue you’d plucked from the nightstand. When he leans in to kiss you, you can still taste yourself on his lips, but you consider it a worthy sacrifice as you loop your arms around his neck.

“How do you feel?” Vessel asks, bumping his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture. You never fail to notice how he always checks in on you after you have sex. Regardless of if it’s slow and sweet or rough and quick, he always ensures you’re alright.

“Like I just died and came back to life,” you snort, still a bit breathless.

The laugh he releases reverberates through his chest, a soft and steady vibration against your own as he buries his face in your neck. You can tell without even seeing him that he still has more in store for you, can feel the smirk that he presses against your skin when he kisses it. Even when he wears his mask, Vessel never seems to be able to be as discreet as he wants to be. He’s expressive and transparent for the most part, and you love that about him. Whether he’s out on stage or in private, he remains genuine.

“Then I hope you don’t mind another resurrection or two,” he whispers, his teeth brushing your throat as he speaks. “Because I’m not done with you.”

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[beautifulgirl223]

Mr. Big Bad Pirate

Hey so, I got a bit of positive feedback on the last things I posted, so I decided to post this one as well. I started on it a while ago, and just finished it up, so let me know if we’re vibing with it or not. I mightttt have went a lil crazy on the italics lol my bad

Anyways, Eustass Kid is my husband and I am so so so in love with him and I would give anything in the world to sleep with him. 

CW: Face riding and doggy style? Idk I was horny when I wrote this. LMK if I missed anything. 

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“I’m so happy that I decided to join you on your ship Kid,” they said tilting their head to the side. He hummed in a tone of curiosity as he continued licking down their neck, feeling needier than normal. Not that he would ever admit it. 

He wanted to do filthy, disgusting, awful things to them. They looked so fucking delicious as they leaned over the navigator table, helping direct to the next island. He had waited what felt like hours for them to finish so he could drag them off to bed. 

“Why’s that?” his voice muffled by the proximity to their skin. Still distracted by the softness of their body. A nice contrast to the roughness he always felt with his own.

It got to the point where the crew kicked him out of the room because they were tired of him constantly oogling over his partner.

Grabbing them by their waist and pulling them even closer to his body. Groaning appreciatively at the friction against his clothed erection 

“Cause the big bad pirates always fuck harder.”

They were really playing with fire. 

Pulling his face from their neck in shock at their comment to stare at them in disbelief, he was looking absolutely wrecked. Flushed cheeks, along slightly smeared lipstick around his lips made him look aroused. And he was getting annoyed that he was the only one that seemed to be flustered from their current situation, as he studied the look of smugness on his partner’s face.

He picked them up and tossed them on his bed, admiring the way their smaller body looked as if it would be swallowed by the size.

That is, if he didn’t swallow them first. 

“So you fucked other big bad pirates?” Questioning them as he stripped the top half of his body, inching closer and closer to the bed. 

“Maybe,” they teased. “All I remember is that they were good lays and they had big bounties.” Giggling at the scoff that came from Kid as he slid their pants off their legs. 

“Yeah? Well I guess it’s time that I show you why I’m a Supernova then.”

Eagerly climbing on top of them, deciding that he waited enough for this, pressing his lips against theirs. He kissed the same way he acted. Feral, impatient, possessive, and passionate. 

Grabbing their hips, he rubbed his very prominent bulge against their core without breaking the kiss. The friction against their clothed clit making them twitch unexpectedly. The gasp in surprise quickly turned into a moan as they continued to try and chase that feeling. 

Pulling  away from the kiss with an arrogant smirk smeared all over his face as Kid stared down at his lover. Sporting a matching shade of red stained onto their lips. Their eyes were beginning to darken with desire as they challenged Kid’s stare.

“I’ve already got you making all these noises and I’ve barely even touched you,” he snickered. “Guess this big bad pirate knows what he’s doing.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself Captain,” they said smugly. Smiling even wider as he made his signature look of annoyance teetering on anger. “Just took me by surprise is all,” they smirked. 

“Fucking brat.” He proceeded to then rip their underwear off of their body, smirking at the slight wince that he was able to pull from their throat. 

“Hey! No need to be so rough,” they pouted. Lightly massaging the skin that unfortunately got caught in the crossfire between their underwear and Kid’s fingers. 

Kissing his teeth and rolling his eyes, he slightly moved off them to give their upper body room. “You wanna take your own damn shirt off then?” He questioned. Not wanting to make them uncomfortable.

Looking off into the distance as if they were actually considering his request as they wore a fake look of contemplation.

“I mean. I didn’t say I didn’t like it…” they trailed off. Looking him in the eye as they bite their lip expectantly. 

Grinning down at them, he brought his hands to the collar of their shirt. “That’s what I thought.” With ease he ripped their shirt down the middle. Their chest now completely exposed to his mercy. 

His hand immediately ran over the newly exposed skin,  relishing in how much softer their body was compared to the roughness of his own. Tweaking at their nipples and making them bend and groan to his mercy. 

“Fuck,” he muttered. He didn’t even begin to know where to look. Fucking them with his eyes as he took in their body under his. “I can’t wait to make you cry.”

Whimpering at his words, they couldn’t help but grow excited at the thought of Kid having his way with them. Each time they were intimate, whether it was rough like this or not, it always meant mind numbing pleasure for the both of them. 

They didn’t even realize when Kid took his pants off. Never caring to wear underwear, especially after he started ‘officially’ having a partner, his dick was out and He was now purposely grinding his erection straight in between their legs, rubbing against their clit. Opening their legs wider for him as they encouraged him to continue 

“Look at you,” he chided. Kissing his teeth in a fake mocking tone. “What a slut. Letting a pirate defile your body like this. You like it when I treat you this way huh? You’re absolutely soaked down here,” he teased. He put more pressure between their legs, and laughed at how their body twitched. 

“You’re gonna be so easy to break.”

Before they even had a chance to retort, he flipped the two of them over, so now they were straddling his lap. Placing his hand on their hip, he lowered them to straddle his dick in between their folds and forcing them to grind down onto him. It was taking a lot of his willpower to not give up and fuck them dumb right then and there.

But he had a point to prove. 

Their moans grew a lot louder, and they collapsed forward at the pleasure growing inside of them. 

“W-wait. Kid. I don’t want to c-come like this. I want you inside me,” they wined. Face warming with embarrassment at the sound of their own ruined voice. He was always so good at making them needy. 

“You don’t get to decide that slut. The big bad pirate decides how and when you come,” he teased. 

When it came to a game of teasing, he was always going to win. They could never ‘out-tease’ the man. They no longer had the upper hand.

Bringing his arm to the small of their back, he forced their body to lean down more in his face. While continuously forcing them to grind on him, he brought one of their nipples into his mouth. 

Even though he wasn’t inside of them yet, he could tell that they were getting close. He could feel their empty hole clenching around nothing. Groaning into their chest, staving off his own orgasm that was building. 

Both of their hands needily grab onto his shoulders. Needing something to try and bring them back to reality. 

“Feel good?” he teased. Slightly squeezing their neck. They began to drool slightly as they chased their orgasm. “You gonna come from just grinding on my cock?”

Nodding their head as best they could as their eyes closed, they tried to form an answer, but any words they had died out on their tongue as he brought his hand to their neck and with a light squeeze, forced them to come undone. 

He released their neck, and brought his hand back to their hip to help them ride out their orgasm as they came undone on top of him. He groaned, feeling them orgasm on his dick without him even being inside of them. His erection was painfully hard, and desperate for release, but not before he made tears come to their eyes.

He gradually slowed their movement on top of him as they came down from their own high. He had to let them catch their breath before he forced another one out of them. 

They were coming to, trying to regain a sense of consciousness so they could actually talk, but it proved fruitless as Kid moved their body further up his. Allowing him to move their body as he pleased while their mind was still hazy with the remnants of their orgasm 

Slapping his hand against their thigh, they looked down to where he had positioned them. 

“Don’t pass out on me yet. Mr. big bad pirate isn’t done with you yet,” he said once again. Using their own words against them. 

Without warning, he placed their core right on top of his mouth. 

Screaming with overstimulation they wiggled trying to run from his relentless mouth. Only needing to grab their hip to keep them in place and shooting them a look that said: Keep it up or you’re gonna get it later kept them from trying to move away any further.

His tongue rubbing them in ways that only an experienced lover would know how, he pleasured them like a starved man. Trusting that they wouldn’t move until he allowed them to, he released his grip from their waist and brought his fingers to aid him. They quickly grabbed onto the headboard now that they no longer had the support of him holding them up. Afraid they were going to crush him underneath them. 

Not that they ever could. His strength always surpassing what they thought was possible.

Gently bringing their clit into his mouth, lightly sucking and flicking it back and forth with his tongue, he probed 2 fingers into their waiting hole. 

Legs now shaking from overstimulation, they juggled 2 conflicting emotions. Either disobey and try and get away from his persistent actions, or chase after the mounting pleasure he provided them. Still sensitive from the first orgasm, they chose the latter. Terrified of what he may decide to do if they disobeyed his silent order.

Lowering themselves closer unto Kidd’s mouth they tried to force his fingers deeper into them. Chasing the high that he promised them.

Staring up at them with lust filled eyes, he decided to give them what they desired. Plunging his fingers deeper into them, it only took a few seconds before he found the spot that was key into fucking them dumb. Smirking at the hitch in their breath, his fingers started fucking them with pinpoint accuracy. Abusing the sweet spot that had them keening over his face. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck” they chanted. Eagerly pressing their hips down to meet his thrusts. Giving him what he wanted and finally riding his face. “Please don’t stop. Pleasepleaseplease oh my God I’m gonna cum.”

It only took an appreciative moan as he sucked harder that made them fall apart.

Legs clenching around his head as they rode out their orgasm on his face. They held onto the headboard for dear life because they knew the second they let go, they would be putting all of their weight onto his face and neck, and they didn’t want to kill the man. Kid held them down to help ride them through it. Otherwise they would end up ruining their own orgasm. Remembering the first time they did just that and the waterworks that came right after.

Feeling them begin to slump down, he flipped the two of them over so that he now hovered over them as they looked up at him with blown out eyes. “You cryin’ yet sweetheart?” questioning them in the most condensing tone he could muster. 

He would never admit it, but he loved the way he looked when they were all fucked out. Knowing he was the only one that could fuck them stupid stroked his ego more than anything else could have. He was the only one that got to see them all vulnerable and laid out underneath him. It made him feel possessive. 

“N-not yet, Captain,” they responded in a chiding tone. Grinning at the way his smirk was replaced with a scowl. The both of them knew good and well that it was only a matter of minutes until they would be eating their words, but what’s the fun in giving up so soon?

“I’ll fuck the brat out of you,” he growled. Turning them over so that their face was planted into the mattress. Both of them knowing that even though he would never say so, he enjoyed ‘putting them in their place.’ Just another way of stroking his ego. 

Forcing their back into an impressive arch, he lined himself up and teased his dick against them. Biting back a moan at the promise of how good they were about to feel wrapped around him. “Last chance to back out…” they both knew the answer to that question.

“Like I’d chicken out. Do your worst Mr. big bad pirate.”

And he was going to do just that.

With no warning, he slammed inside of them, fighting against the resistance of their body. Biting his lip to keep from moaning alongside the filthy moan they let out as he entered them. 

They clenched in surprise as he forced his way inside of them. Fingers gripping the sheets beneath them as they tried to find some resemblance of balance. His dick was hot and heavy as it settled inside of them. Filling them the way they craved as they felt every inch of him twitch against them. He always managed to hit places they never could have dreamed of being touched before. 

They felt ethereal around him. Their walls clenching against his dick that bullied its way inside of them. The position making him feel that he was so much deeper inside of them. He pulled out with a sigh.

“You’re squeezing me so tight sweetheart. It’s almost as if you don’t want me to leave. Is that it? You like being fucked like a slut by a Supernova?” He pulled almost all the way out before he forced himself back in. “This pussy was just made for me huh?”

Their breath caught in their lungs as he began to fuck them into the mattress. Completely unable to form a coherent sentence as they let out a string of mhm’s and yes as he picked up his pace. 

They were so sensitive it almost hurt. Enjoying the pain they fucked themselves back onto him, trying to get him to get even deeper. Clenching around him at the sound of him laughing at them.

“What a needy slut. You need more? Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need.” Placing his hand on their neck as he leaned over them. Fucking them with his body weight. 

The sound of skin slapping was almost quiet compared to the screams they let out. Tired and overstimulated, they could only lay there as Kid fucked them with no mercy. Their orgasm was building fast and hard. They were going to cum without their clit even being played with. Tears started falling from their eyes onto the sheets. 

This is what it was like to be fucked by a Supernova.

“C-close,” was all they were able to get out with his hand closing around their neck.

“I bet you are. You gonna cum and make a mess all over me?” he chided. Grinding himself into them at the end of one particularly hard thrust. “Let me see it. I got you, I’m right here.”

Oh he was going to. They let themselves go for one final time of the night as their entire body convulsed with pleasure. Drooling, and sobbing into the bed as they pleaded for him to not stop.

They were sure everyone on the ship could hear them at this point, but they couldn’t bring themselves to care. Being the partner of Kid always meant getting fucked within an inch of your life.

“F-fuck thankyouthankyou please don’t stop I’m cumming God pleasepleaseplease Kid please don’t stop thankyouthankyou” Strings of babble fell from their mouth as he fucked them through the most powerful orgasm of that night. 

Hearing them beg for him along with the pressure of them squeezing around him sent him over the edge. Forcing himself as deep as he could inside as his own orgasm washed over his body. 

“F-fuck. There you go. Take it all. Fuck you’re so good,” now he was moaning nonsense as his thrusts became erratic. Wanting to finish as deep as he could inside.

He waited until they both had calmed down before he pulled out. Being careful of how sensitive they were. Chuckling at how they whined at the emptiness. Flopping down on the bed beside them. Pulling them into his body as best he could with how they were laying. 

Humming in appreciation as they maneuvered their body to facing his chest.

“You doing alright?” He asked with a horse voice. Stroking their head. He wasn’t the best at aftercare, but he would always put in the effort for them. He felt them nod against him. “Can you speak? I want to hear you say you’re okay,” he pushed. 

Clearing their throat, they moved back a bit to look him in the eyes. “Yes. I’m okay,” they state with a smile. Even though their voice sounded rougher than normal. 

“Good.” 

They relaxed back into the inviting warmth of his body as they lightly traced shapes against his skin. 

“So was I a better lay than the other big bad pirates you fucked before?”

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Eye of Adar - Part 2

Warnings: 18+, sexual content, lgbtq characters, brief talk of death, more in tags **art not mine

Summary: After getting carried away for a night Prince Olyvar and his knight Lord Harcourt must evaluate what they’ve gotten themselves into and determine how much they’re willing to put on the line to pursue their desire for one another.

I recommend listening to Troye Sivan Talk Me Down, Yuna Mannequin, and MAX IT’S YOU ft keshi to get into the vibe of this part. You can listen to them on my Spotify playlist

For a moment I thought he had fallen asleep as I quietly laid there tucked between his arm and bare torso. To be honest the position was a little uncomfortable, I was laying on one of my arms and the other was stretched across his chest, but I dared not move an inch.

The upside was I currently had the chance to examine his features up close. I’d heard whispers and rumors of others at the Citadel who found him attractive. Hearing such talk would usually make me groundlessly jealous, however, I knew I was now in a position where I was seeing sides and expressions of him that few others had.

Firstly, I noticed how proportionate his profile was. Brow bone large enough to fit both long and dark eyebrows, but not too prominent. His nose was straight and came to a rounded point perfectly paired with his high yet soft cheek bones. I knew well that his eyes were a remarkable sky blue, but from this angle I could see his light eyelashes, although in contrasting color to his brows, were also long and full. His lips were a natural shade of strawberry, tucked underneath his freshly trimmed mustache. The rest of his facial hair was also recently shaved, most likely specifically to look good for tonight’s event.

I was in awe of his hair most of the time. Curls that sprouted from dark roots only to give way to a rich yellow blond like it had been bleached by the sun. He never did much to style his curls besides a slight part and pushed out of his face. Our recent physical activity did tousle his hair quite a bit though, and I realized it was longer than I expected it to be, but not quite as long as mine. I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair looked like right now after rolling around in bed. Although my hair had a similar texture to his, I was constantly fumbling with my curls keeping their shape and how I wanted to style it.

Unable to handle it any longer I lifted my arm slowly off his chest and brushed my fingertips against his lips. I was still in amazement that just a while ago these same lips were kissing me in all sorts of places.

Before I could even think about getting carried away again his eyes opened and he sat up causing me to have to sit up and scoot over a few inches as well. I started to apologize for waking him but he avoided looking over at me as he silently stood up and walked across the room to where the wash stand was.

I watched in hesitation as he dipped a cloth into the bowl of water and wiped himself clean. He returned the cloth to the water and rang it out a few times before crossing back over. Still avoiding eye contact he reached over to hand me the washcloth then proceeded to gather his articles of clothing that were carelessly strewn across the floor.

“Is something wrong?” I asked, trying to keep a quiver out of my voice. Boldly ignoring me he now was trying to hand me my pants he’d also retrieved from where he had thrown them after taking them off me.

I snatched them from his hand and quickly put them back on. While doing so questions swirled around in my head wondering why he was suddenly acting this way. Did he regret it? Did he just want relief? Did he decide he didn’t like it? I tried to keep the feelings of insecurity from bubbling to the surface. Did he decide he didn’t like doing that with another man?

“Look, if you’re not gay then you don’t have to act like we are intimate. We just needed to get off and helped each other out”. I began to create a cover up description of what we just did to try and assure him I didn’t expect our relationship up until now to have to change.

“What?” He furrowed his brows in irritation as he listened to my one sided rambling. “You think that was the first time I was with another man?”

I stared back at him, trying to again judge his expression and come to my own conclusion on what he was feeling about this rather than just asking him out right. In my racing mind I also completely lacked to understand what he just told me. “I’m saying if you don’t want to do that again then just say so. You don’t have to be weird about it”. I scoffed out and threw myself back down onto the bed.

“Do you not want to do that again?” He questioned me in return with an almost insulted tone in his voice now.

I stared up at the ceiling while I thought carefully about how to respond to him. If he was experiencing regret then I didn’t want him to think that it meant more to me, but if he just wanted to have sex then I thought I might not mind at least getting to be physical with him again. Before I could decide on the right reply my face started to redden at the thought of what happened tonight happening another time, or more than just one more time. I covered my face with both hands and started to mumble into them in a way he couldn’t make out what I was saying at all.

I couldn’t tell if he was still ignoring me or if he was just waiting for an actual reply, so I uncovered my face and leaned up to see he was also trying to hide a smile in his palm. I was really confused now.

Once he composed himself he crawled back onto the bed, resting his still unclothed body against mine. Those blue eyes I’d admired for so long looked carefully down on me as he tucked a lock of hair behind my ear.

His movements were tender, not lustful as they were just a while ago. He then took one of my hands and pressed the back of it to his lips before speaking.

“As a knight of the southern realm I have stood by your side and served you, and will continue to serve you in any way Your Highness wishes of me”.

I sighed and took my hand from his hold, “I don’t want you to serve me just because you’ve sworn to”.

“Then what do you want?” He asked me like he expected I would have already answered that myself by now.

“I don’t know” I confessed, because despite how good I felt earlier, I was still a confused mess. My lack of self restraint leading up to now was probably a result of the drinks I had tonight anyways. If he had not agreed to accompany me tonight, or my friends did not serve me up so much alcohol just because it was my birthday, my admiration might still be one-sided.

I knew how I felt about him, being around him made me feel safe, like I didn’t have to mask my true self because he would accept all of me. On the other hand, I knew the challenges we would face trying to pursue something. I was the first prince and heir to my house. I had people looking up to me and traditions to uphold. He on the other hand had his honor to keep intact. His lifestyle and position was a competitive one whether he played along or not.

“Should I know?” I looked to him for support as I had on many other occasions. I hoped he could tell me something to ease my nerves and make the decision easier.

Instead of immediately replying he first offered me a soothing kiss which did not err on the side of restraint. “I suppose you don’t have to right now, but you should soon”. He moved to stand back up again and actually started to redress this time.

I collected my top and threw it back on while I was still mulling over his words of caution. “Do you know what you want then?”

He sat down on the edge of the bed after successfully putting his pants back on “I thought I finally had that figured out, now I’m not so sure anymore”.

“Why is that?” I pressed further, hoping that I could get some more insight into how he felt about me or what his intentions were.

“Hopefully I’ll know when you know” he gave me a half smile, not his usual smirk, but more like a willful gesture.

Questions still unanswered I tried to not get back into my head and instead accept that at least he hadn’t said something along the lines of let’s stop seeing each other. As I was replaying the conversation over in my mind I did find something I’d missed.

“When you said ‘You think this was my first time with a man?’ What did you mean?”

He glanced back over at me like he was surprised I’d remembered he’d said that in the heat of the moment.

“That’s a conversation for another night, you should get some rest”. He quickly shut me down.

“I’m not tired though” I childishly disagreed.

“So you’re ready for round two already then?” He teased with a cocked brow and motioned like he was ready to pounce on me.

“No! My body needs some rest” I couldn’t help but laugh as he wrapped his arms around me, pinning my arms to my chest as I tried to push him away.

“What, you’re tired of me already?” He pretended to sulk when I successfully pried him off me.

“You’re the one who made me tired!”

“So you agree, you’re tired then” now he seemed amused with himself for turning that back around.

Admitting defeat I folded my hands into my lap and fiddled with my nails trying to decide if I was going to be brave again. I gambled and asked him another question, “Could you kiss me again?”

All jokes aside, his smirk softened and he reached one hand over to cup my face, pulling me closer to his. I realized all tonight I’d quickly closed my eyes each time he came to kiss me. Anticipating this one this time, I watched as he slowly arrived to just a few centimeters away. He watched me too, we both sat there looking into each other's eyes until he finally broke the contact and looked down at my lips.

That was it. That was the moment I’d been waiting to see from him. The moment when he yearned for me the way I did him. Like signaling I was ready, I now closed my eyes and he moved all the way in.

It started as a simple kiss, but soon evolved into a deeper more sensual one as I parted my lips and he slipped his tongue inside.

He wrapped his hand that was cupping my face around to the back of my neck and helped lower me back down onto the bed all while continuing to explore the inside of my mouth. Just as I thought I might second guess how tired I was again, the kiss faded in intensity and he pulled back like he didn’t want himself to get too carried away either.

After we settled back down into the bed together, him laying on his back still topless to my pleasure, I laid on my side watching his chest as it raised and fell along with his breaths. Just as he said it was time to rest, suddenly I was more tired than I had allowed myself to admit, and soon I fell asleep as well.

I only realized how late we had stayed up when the morning came. We had left the window open so the room had been filled with a sharp and dry cold. My eyes squinted open when a ray of light beamed in my face like an unfortunate natural wake up call. I peaked over my shoulder to see I had burrowed underneath the thick duvet into Lord Harcourt’s side. He on the other hand had one arm and one leg exposed to the brisk air, the morning light or chill not seeming to bother his soundly sleeping form.

I wished I could just close my eyes and fall back to sleep next to him for a little while longer, but I knew we needed to be getting back to the Citadel before anyone started to notice we were gone.

As slow and easy as I could I pulled myself into a sitting position. I checked my wrist comm for the time. If it was just after sunsrise then I figured the best way to sneak back in would be to avoid the loading yard since there was an import scheduled.

“Your comm is a lot fancier than ours” Lord Harcourt spoke before I’d realized he was awake. “The other guards complain about theirs glitching all the time”.

“The other guards just need to bring theirs into the lab to get updated. They’ve been working on boosting the signals so you have to do a hard reset for it to…” my sentence trailed off because he had pulled the duvet down off my torso and slipped his fingers underneath the hem of my top, his cold fingers gliding across my abdomen.

“I’m listening” he subtly dared me to continue my train of thought while he caressed my skin.

Forgetting exactly where I was just a moment ago I continued on anyway. “You see this is A.C.E the most updated portable comms.” I brought my arm forward so he could get a better look at the silver band that donned my wrist. He gave it one glance before sinking down and disappearing underneath the covers. I felt him roll over onto my lower half and he re-emerged with his head in my lap facing me.

“You don’t say?” He continued in a serious tone so you’d only know he was teasing if you knew his taunting personality.

“Yes..” I rambled on some more trying to stay on subject but more importantly now to distract myself from getting hard. “Yes advanced communications equipment, they’ve added so many new functions that they gave this series a name A.C.E. Except most of those new functions don’t work outside the Citadel at the moment.”

“Mmm, your fancy wrist comm doesn’t work out here?” This time he broke character and cracked a little smile.

“It works!” I quickly came to defend my new accessory, “just not to its full potential”.

“I see” he replied like he’d conceded but then he ran another hand up my stomach, pulling my top up and exposing my skin to the light. He planted a few kisses there before I finally gave in and grabbed a hold of him, pulling him up to my level and joining us in a kiss.

My legs pulled apart to allow his body to lay between them and almost as soon as he settled in there he began to press his hips into mine.

After only a few heated minutes I reluctantly broke the kiss. “We need to leave soon if we want to sneak back in while they’re busy overseeing the loading yard”.

“Fuck, was that today?” He groaned like he already knew I was about to explain when there was an import scheduled which meant half of the guards would be taken from various posts to help. “I was supposed to be there”. He flopped down defeatedly like he couldn’t believe he’d allowed himself to forget.

I patted his head that was now resting in my lap, hoping only a little that he couldn’t tell I managed a chub. “Will you be in trouble?” I almost felt bad for taking part in keeping him from his duties, however, I was also glad we were here now rather than whatever we’d be doing if last night had not occurred.

“I’ll just say I slept in, got too drunk after last night's celebration. My officer will probably give me more assignments over the next couple of days to make up for it”.

“Maybe we should just stay here then” I suggested while continuing to stroke his hair. I pulled a few strands back from the front of his face so I could see his eyelashes turned golden in the morning light.

“No you’re right we should get back” he sighed as he began to get up off of me and move out of the bed.

I followed behind him as we both gathered what was left of our belongings and made our way back down the narrow staircase and out to the street.

Lord Harcourt was determined to figure out on his own how to get back to the Citadel. It was obvious he didn’t come out to this side of Adar much so he was not as familiar with the area. He seemed to know enough, probably from previous experiences, to at least get us down the street onto a main road where I knew we could call for a vehicle.

The main road was lined with shops that to my excitement already had carts out this early, ready to make a quick sale to those passing by who saw something that caught their eye.

I easily became one of those passing by as I pulled on Lord Harcourt’s arm to stop for a moment and take a look at some native pears one shop had piled up in a crate next to their window. I bartered with the shop merchant to get us two ripe looking pears from the bunch.

Motioning for him to follow me, I tossed him a pear and waved down a vehicle I saw coming from further up the street.

I explained to the driver we needed to get to the service road near the Citadel but not the main road that passed in front of the gatehouse. He seemed to be a little confused at first but after I paid him a decent fare he shrugged and started down away from the market streets and towards our destination.

Balen had introduced me to this service road since it was where I usually met him when I snuck out. He had explained to me that most Denzi who came from the townlet to work in the Citadel would take this road rather than go through the gatehouse since it was technically a shorter walk after you were dropped off and less busy. Guards were usually only posted at the end of the road so as long as we got out earlier and walked a little farther we could go around them.

We both sat in the back across from each other in silence as the drive began. Continuing along I noticed he was avoiding looking forward to me. The only noise was the sound of me taking a few bites out of my breakfast, watching him as he rolled the fruit around in his palms.

I knew he could tell I was looking at him because he didn’t once even glance over to check, which meant he was already sure.

I thought about speaking up and asking him if he wasn’t hungry but I decided against it thinking he was probably stressed about missing his shift and I didn’t want to press his nerves any further.

On the other hand the silent treatment was making me nervous that he might be a little upset with me.

After not too long a drive, but long enough to make me feel like I was going to burst at the seams from the tension, we pulled over and the door opened up to let us out. Lord Harcourt finally looked at me in a way to still avoid eye contact and motioned with his hand allowing me to exit first.

When I got out and looked around I noticed we were a bit further than I’d expected but I wasn’t one to complain too much.

Lord Harcourt came out after me, also noticing how far we still had to walk after he saw the Citadel off in the distance perched on top of its highland. He offered me his pear as we started our trek upwards and I wondered if it was indeed because he just wasn’t hungry yet or if even without looking directly at me he’d still managed to notice how I enjoyed mine.

Silence again as we walked the road until we’d arrived close enough to need to veer off so we could remain undetected. You could tell the service road was only upkept enough to still be drivable compared to the busier main roads, but it was still easier on the ankles than the uneven and rocky terrain we were on now.

Although I had passed through this area trying to get back before, I accidentally lost my footing on a slope. Before I could go tumbling down Lord Harcourt caught my arm, his hand gripping just above my elbow and pulling me backwards into his chest.

“Olyvar please watch where you’re going!” He called out in a concerned tone.

“Sorry, I’m just a little distracted” I admitted when he let me go.

“Well this time try to keep your focus until after we get back inside” he directed me like I was someone who generally lost their focus often.

Easy for him to say! I thought to myself considering he was the reason I was so thrown off. He was acting off like he had last night, but I knew now was t the right time to try to strike up a conversation with him about it.

“How close are we to the Stratif Cliffs anyways?” He questioned the location of the Citadel’s natural defense, the reason we chose this plateau to build on. I knew that only a few kilometers behind us was an abrupt drop off the Stratif Cliffs. Cupping the far end of the Citadel’s footprint these cliffs had a reputation for being nearly impossible to climb due to their jagged face and likelihood of falling boulders. We had relied on that notoriety when assigning guard watch posts, generally not as concerned with keeping this area manned as often as the other side where the main road and the loading yard was.

We perched behind a large rock after we found the entryway for the staff that came in from this route. Like I had expected most of the guards were called away and as far as we could tell this entrance wasn’t being posted at the moment.

“Where does this entrance lead to?” Lord Harcourt questioned. As far as I could remember he had never been put on duty in this area so it made sense he didn’t know exactly where this led.

“Through that opening” I pointed over to a barely visible part in the stone wall, “there’s actually a flight of stairs that goes underground to the service tunnels” I informed him before taking one last glance around and getting up to make my way over.

“The service tunnels?!” Lord Harcourt also made a quick look around for good measure then had to hurry along to catch up to me at the mouth of the entryway. “Aren’t the service tunnels dangerous?”

“My father only says such to keep people out” I took one step into the top of the downward staircase then extended a hand backwards. Lord Harcourt looked weary but eventually took my hand in his and followed me down. The stairs had a slight curve as the hallway they were in grew warm from the underground. A slight hum chimed from deep within the tunnels, getting louder the closer we reached to the end.

Finally the stairs gave way to a subterranean passage, one side held with stone like the outside wall, and the other lined with parallel pipes running the length. “The generator rooms were locked behind gates when the accident occurred years back, only the engineers have access to them now” I pointed out down a ways where you could just barely see the steel pipes bend as they fed into the rooms I spoke of. As we continued we passed a few of these generator rooms, all serving specific purposes for keeping the main level of the Citadel functional.

“I’d heard about that accident, a kitchen boy wandered down here and electrocuted himself by accident”.

“He was dared to” I corrected him without further explaining I had known the boy in mention. “Other boys in the kitchen staff used to pick on him because he was often called away from kitchen duties to tend to my brother. They were close in age and were actually nearer to friends than prince and page boy”.

“Your brother must have been upset when it happened” he replied after a moment of silence to access what I had just revealed to him.

I searched my mind to find something to change the subject from the doleful story. “You know, Balen has told me that some Lords have been known to sneak down here to couple with the staff in secret”.

“Balen knows this how?” He questioned with a hint of quick accusation.

“Balen is very serious about his job, he wouldn’t risk it by involving himself in some Lord or Lady’s trifling desires” I scoffed in support of my friend's character.

Lord Harcourt slowed his walk to a stop causing me to lose my grip on his hand. “You know,” he began while I looked back at him in confusion, “I take my job seriously as well”.

Unwilling to give up and desperate to keep our relationship on track I reached out and grabbed both his hands this time. “And my desires are not trivial”. I stepped closer and looked up at him who had his head hung.

He lifted one of my hands to his face and held it there against his cheek and under his palm. Despite his unsure questioning and frankly brazen attitude since we started our journey back, when he touched me it was still tender. In my years of knowing Lord Harcourt, especially in the last few months that we had really grown close, I had only seen this double faced personality of his come out a handful of times. He almost always held up this composed and honorable front, however, recently I had been able to convince him to lower his guard allowing his playful and liberated side show.

At first it started as an innocent tease because I enjoyed his company, but it haplessly turned into a serious crush on my end that had all but been one-sided up until last night.

I put my second hand against his other cheek and tilted his head back to look at me. I searched for what to say to comfort him, but those words escaped me before I could even calm myself. Anxious that I could lose him before he was ever really mine, I launched forward and crashed our lips together. He removed his hands from mine and cupped my face as well pulling me back a few inches but then drawing his face back to mine and allowing us to kiss again just gentler this time.

“How much further do we have to go?” He asked after we separated again, both feeling more at ease after that simple act of affection.

“You should take the first stairway back up, it will put you near the kitchen. I’ll need to go a bit further down to come out closer to my bedchamber, I don’t want to risk too many people seeing me dressed like this”. In fact I was still dressed in the city clothes Balen had brought me last night. Which was a far different get up than what those in the Citadel walls were used to seeing me wear.

“I don’t like you down here by yourself” he admitted as we neared our separation point.

“I’ll be fine” I assured him with a faint smile. “What will you say if you get caught up there?” I warned him that arriving near the kitchen meant it would be more busy.

“I’m a guard, why should they question me patrolling?” He cocked an eyebrow and flashed a smile, practicing his charm on me, yeah it would work. “What about you?”

“I’m the prince, why would they question me?” I copied and stood up straight, looking at him like I could hold my ground if being questioned. He didn’t seem as convinced as I was but still we parted ways and I walked down past two more stairways before taking the next one up.

The top of the stairs had a door and there was no way of knowing if there would be anyone on the other side of the door to see me emerging. I inhaled and held my breath as I pushed the door open and peaked into the hallway. It looked like the coast was clear. I knew all I had to do was hurry down this hallway, take a right and then a left and I would be safely back in my room.

I thought to myself it would be nice to just take a nap after all of this, but I knew I would likely be called for a meeting by this hour.

As hastily as I could I successfully made my way to familiar doors, slipping inside unseen, or so I thought.

“Mother is looking for you” I heard my brother's voice behind me from somewhere inside my room.

“Theo” I acknowledged his presence as I turned around and saw him comfortably at my table, chair turned towards me and legs crossed.

“She was worried when you didn’t come to breakfast. Sneak out again?” He questioned although it was obvious.

“What did you tell her?” I wasn’t worried. Although not always for free, my brother had made excuses for me in the past.

“She was going to send someone to bring your breakfast here, but I told her you were exhausted from last night enjoying your birthday celebration. I told her I’d look in on you. Didn’t bring breakfast though I’m afraid you will have to figure that out on your own”. He fiddled around with a few things on the table as he spoke in an easy manner.

“I’ll be fine” I thanked him anyway and headed towards my wardrobe to change.

He stood as if he was preparing to excuse himself but instead paused and questioned me further. “What’s with the outfit? Don’t want the Denzi knowing you’re their prince when you’re out partying?”

“It’s like you said, I was enjoying my birthday” I responded as I undressed and placed the used clothes back into the corner of a shelf until I could return them later. “Tell mother I’ll come to see her shortly”.

“At some point just changing your clothes won’t make you blend in anymore” he warned me. “You are their prince not their friend”.

“You’re their prince” I shot back at him reminding him that he always was the more publicly revered one, the prince the Denzi all adored in and outside the Citadel and he never had to be anyone but himself. “I’m the heir, everyone wants something from me or has a side to play”.

“You think no one wants anything from me?” He sounded a little hurt, but in a sportive way.

“You’re just better at engaging them than I am” I admitted as I’d finished redressing and moved over to the table he was at earlier to sit down and lace up my suede boots.

“Just be yourself brother” he started to leave on that note, giving me one last token of younger-brother-wisdom he prided himself on possessing.

Be myself? Rang on in my head as I trudged down the halls to my mothers study. Despite the diffident conversation I’d just carried on, I was very good at judging a situation and acting the way I believed my father would approve of. He had spent countless hours over my years putting me through history lessons as he believed throughly knowing our history was the key to making the best choices today. Doing well in my lessons was my strong suit; I relied on that act of intelligence and passed it off as confidence.

“Olly!” My mother praised my nickname only she was allowed to call me. She had been meeting with a few ladies to which I smiled and waited by the door as she dismissed them so we could have the room. “Come sit” she pulled a chair that had just been occupied across the table over and closer until it was situated just in front of her.

“Good morning” I cracked a smile as I took the seat.

Skipping formalities like only a mother could, she reached out and brushed her fingertips against my cheek. “Your eyes are always so sad, just like your fathers”.

I looked up at her perplexed. I’d been compared to father in many ways but never in this manner. Picturing my father I could see the man who had headed not only our family but our community with dignity, well manner, and respect. It wasn’t like I’d never seen my father ‘sad’ before, he wasn't one to hide behind his position for images sake, but I wouldn’t characterize him that way at all.

“Did you enjoy your evening?” Mother pushed along with small talk while she picked up the picture on the table in front of us and poured me a glass.

“Umm, I did” I replied sheepishly since she seemed to be insinuating something. There was no way she could know truthfully what had happened, but she did always have a strong sense of intuition when it came to her children. After all it was only the two of us since our baby sister passed. If I had to choose one of our family to be described so simply as ‘sad’ it would have to be my mother. She loved both her sons equally and undeniably, but every year no matter how many years passed she mourned her little princess.

I hardly remembered my baby sister. I was only a child when she was born and she departed only a few days after she had arrived. We had Theo quite a few years after that, and although he would never admit it, he was always treated more preciously. I didn’t resent him for it, I loved my brother, but I couldn’t help but feel a distinction between us that rooted farther than me being the eldest.

“Is there anything you need to talk about?” There went her intuition again. “Something seems to be on your mind”.

I finished my glass knowing she would not be pleased if I tried to leave before doing so. “Just some things I need to figure out”. I thought for a moment it might be easier to confide in her about my boy problems. I knew after all we’d been through together she wouldn’t judge my imprudent taste. However, with her standing as Queen and my standing as heir I already knew those positions would eventually get in the way of our mother son relationship and she would have to encourage me to make the right decisions for the realm.

She gave me a smile as I did earlier and reached over to brush my cheek one last time, tucking a side of hair behind my ear in the meantime. “Since when did you stop depending on me and become so self sufficient?” I knew she didn’t mean to be patronizing but more like she was feeling left out.

“I suppose since last night”.

Authors Note:

How did you like meeting other members of the Royal Family?

If anyone has become quickly attached to the main characters then it must be frustrating to see them going back and forth with one another. Sorry but it’s not over yet 😬

As always I’d love any comments, questions, and feedback

[hollandsmushroom]

Yearning

Arvin Russel x Reader

I wrote this in a day, it was just me satisfying my want to soft intense Arvin smut with some slight worshipping vibes, its unedited and thats really all. Um please comment and reblog!

best, Mae xoxo

Summary: Arvin walks in on you when you were too eager to wait for him. Um then Smut ensues with no plot. 

Warning: NSFW Content, Neediness, Horniness, Smutty filth, Porn Without A Plot, Face sitting, cum play, cum eating, sex, male penetration, Oral(F receiving) I think that that is all. 

You laid on your bed, a spring breeze blowing through your window that you had propped open with a cracked wooden spoon. You held your book above your face, eyes tracing the words that lined the pages as your fingers scratched off the fabric of the hard cover, the embossed lettered creating ridges that you could trace absentmindedly. You were not taking in any of the words in front of you, no matter how many times you reread the same sentence nothing seemed to stick. Eyes continuing to act out what you so desperately wanted to be focused on but you couldn’t, your mind was on the boy that you loved, wishing so much that the lines the pans of your fingers were pressing into were those of the valleys of his toned abdomen. You knew where this was going to lead but you wanted to hold off just a little longer, yearning for it to be his hands and not your own all too familiar one, but you knew he was at working, leaning under the hood of some dirty car, probably with was a cigarette dangling from  between his thin lips. These thoughts weren’t helping your current position, it felt like your heart was beating right beneath your skin as it began to flush, heat spreading down to between your legs and you knew that you were only delaying the inevitable at this point. The thoughts of him becoming rapidly more and more filthy, how his lips would suck your clit like they did the filter of a cigarette, kissing his way back up your squirming torso to your lips, the taste of you and nicotine intermingled on his tongue, spreading across your own. You clenched your eyes closed at this point, dropping your book to the side of you, thudding next to your head as you hitched up your skirt, letting the fabric lay just beneath your chest, hands quickly sliding back down to you cunt, slipping into the front of your panties. 

Teasing yourself you traced your lips, the touch causing a shiver to run down your spine, the touch was gentle and only made you want more, slipping between your folds and tapping your clit, your body jolting at the much needed friction.

“Couldn’t wait, could ya Doll?” The familiar twang came from your door, your eyes shot open at the noise, immediately retracting your hand from your cunt as you sat upright, looking at Arvin, his jean jacket thrown over one shoulder as he leaned against your door, his white t-shirt tainted with grease. 

“A-Arvin, you’re here” you began to shift your skirt down to cover your panties but before you could he shouldered himself off of the door jam, foot connecting with the wooden door causing it to swing closed. His hand caught your fluttering skirt before it could cover your dampened panties. 

“What do you think ya doing?”

“Co-covering up” you stuttered, hand grabbing the flesh of your inner thigh, digging his dirty fingernails into the yielding skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed. 

“Who said that is what I wanted” he hummed as his hands began to trace higher on your skin, teasing the sensitive skin like you had been doing moments before. His eyes tore from yours and bore into your covered cover, your soft white cotton panties so soaked with your arousal that they had become transparent, admiring the folds and valleys of your swollen cunt, your bud showing at the top, your lips spread as he pushed your thighs farther apart. 

He kneeled between your legs, ducking his face down low as you watched his every movement, how the short hair on the back of his neck standing one end as a shiver ran down him and to his dick as the smell of your sweet cunt reached his nose, mouth watering as he nosed against the clothed bundle of nerves, leaving the freckled tip wet with your slickness. 

“Yer already wet, Sweets, tell me what you was thinkin’ bout?” he prompted as his breath ghosted over your flushed skin. Your mind was a jumble, your libido taking over your thoughts as you ran your fingers through Arvin’s hair. 

“Lips around my sweet spot and” your sentence was caught off as Arvin gently sank his teeth into your clit through the fabric of your underpants. 

“Whose lips, darling? Better have been mind” he practically growled, a possessiveness sneaking into his bloodstream as he tugged you even closer, moving your panties to the side revealing your core in all of its aroused glory, the smell of you took him over, his vision going dark as he dove in, all tongue and passion devouring your pussy. His lips wrapped around your clit and a loud shriek of his name ripped from the back of your throat, both at the surprise and pure pleasure that took over your body at his sudden actions. 

He pulled back from you making an involuntary whine escape your lips at the loss of much needed friction. He looked up at you with eyes blown wide with desire, wanting to feel and taste every inch of you. 

“Of course they was your lips, they always are” you assured and he groaned, palming the flesh off your ass through your skirt as he returned to his place happily between your thighs, nipping and sucking at the folds. 

He pulled away once again, leaving you cold as your damp core was exposed to the air. He moved to lay on the bed, his back flat against the slightly lumpy mattress. Sitting up a little he pulled you towards him, bringing one thigh over his chest as the other stayed where it was. 

“Arv, what ya doin’?” you inquired, whimpering as his t-shirt met your core, but you didn't stay there for long, his hands grasping your butt and pulling you up even higher so your core was hovering just above his face.

“Making you feel good” he slurred, before latching his arms around your waist like a seatbelt, pressing his face deep into your cunt as he began to lick stripes through your folds, loving the reaction it spread through your body above him. His tongue pushed through your muscular hole, pushing deep inside your vagina, licking the inside as far as he could go, stretching you very slightly. 

His tongue left your insides and returned to your clit, happily sucking on the bundle making you jolt. The feeling was almost too much, your hands gripping into his hair and tugging it from the roots as you felt your orgasm beginning to build through your body. 

“Arvin, baby, ‘m close,” he sucked hard at your words, laying a light smack on your ass as you ground down onto his face, urging you to do it more, which you did, bringing you to your orgasm as his tongue slipped through his lips a flicking your clit. Your thighs began to quake as the pleasure took over, your whole body tensing as you threw your head back moans leaving your mouth as he continued to suck to sustain you through your orgasms. He felt his dick twitch at the feeling of your cum dripping down his chin, your aroma taking over the tent that your skirt had made around his head, dizzyingly arousing. 

Once you finished he let his arms unwind from around your waist letting you fall next to him on your bend, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your energy had been drained. You felt Arvin moving away from you resulting in your eyelids fluttering open, eyeing his movements as he reached behind his back he tugged on the collar of his shirt. The stained white cotton disappearing his face for a moment as it exposed his toned chest, even though your orgasm wracked your mind you knew what you wanted, to touch him. Raising your slightly tired body you managed to sit up, reaching over and tracing your fingers along his abs that you had imagined doing earlier. He tensed under your touch as it grew closer and closer to the waistband of his loose boxers that his dick was straining against. He let you pull his underpants off, his dick springing free and slapping up against his abs, cum precum leaking from the tip and leaving a mark on his bare abs. 

He put one knee on the bed, between your spread legs, pushing you back onto the bed and lifting up your shirt, your nipples hardened as your breast became fully exposed to the air, the summer breeze cascading over your chest, fluttering the curtains and shadowing Arvin’s features.  His eyes locked with yours as you began to shimmy off your skirt but his hands wrapping around yours halted your movements. 

“Keep it on” he ordered as he began to hike it back up, your slick thighs chilling as they spread apart, no longer together to keep your cum from going cold. A cringe spread across your features at the feeling. “What’s the matter, Doll?” his features taking on a look of concern. 

“S’cold, Arv” you whined pitifully, his eyes crinkled as a grin spread across his cheeks, leaning in and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” he cheekily suggested as his tip teased through your folds, precum spreading across your clit as he rubbed his dick against it before slipping into you, filling you to the hilt. He stilled once he was fully inside of you, letting you adjust to being full of him, brushing a stray hair that had fallen on your forehead. 

“Move, Arvin” you begged, and he rapidly began, pulling out and thrusting back in, but slower than you expected, his foreskin dragging against your walls as you could feel him twitch, his veins twitching against your tight core. Your legs wrapped around Arvin’s waist, digging your heels into the small of his back, pressing with him as he continued to push in and out of you. It was clear what he wanted, he wanted you to fall apart around him, to know that your fingers will never feel as good as his cock, how you will always need him, and maybe it was also to remind himself of that as well, that you need him. 

“I need you, Arvin” you moaned, arching your back up and pressing your breasts to his chest, nipples getting the friction that they need from rubbing against his bare skin. Sweat and passion coated you both, the throws of ecstasy enthralling you both, the world seemed to melt away, the clock on the wall became obsolete as time seemed to stop, it was just to two of you, tongues entangled as they fought for dominance, each others touch branding small littered bruises across skin. The feeling so intense you felt like you were losing your mind. 

“Arvin,” you screamed, your vision fuzzing like iron shavings at the edges as your body felt like a bonfire. “I-I’m close” you could barely speak, losing control of your body. 

“Let’s get there together farling” he groaned in your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts bringing you across the brink of pleasure and into something ethereal, bodies entirely as one, wherever one began and the other ended was not of consequence as you fell apart in each others arms, his cum shooting out and painting your walls.

When you had both finally rode out your highs, he collapsed onto your chest, your sweat intermingling on skin, lips lazily working against each other, catching your breath as he softened inside of you. He finally pulled out of you, cum beginning to leak down and out of you but he caught it with his fingers, bringing them up to your lips and without any words you opened them, encasing his slender his fingers in your soft mouth, licking at them to make sure you got all the cum off of them before letting them go with a pop, a contented grin taking over your lips as you eyed the loving boy above you. 

“I love ya, Sweets” Arvin smiled, collapsing back onto your chest, nuzzling his face between your tits. 

“I love you too, Arv” you chuckled, fiddling with the hair that had begun to curl on his forehead. 

“Ya so needy sometimes” he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut as the exertion of the day began to catch up with him. 

“Oh, ‘m sorry” you whispered, embarrassment taking over your form as you felt ashamed of your neediness. 

“No, none of that sweets” he pushed himself up, looking at your face as you avoided his gaze, his hand grasped your chin, turning your head to make you meet his gaze. “Like it when ya need me” a smile taking over your features at his softness “Just next time, wait for me, don’t need my baby being too tired to take my dick” 

“Arvin!” you cried, smacking his chest as you fell into a fit of giggles.

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Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 3

Warning: This fic is rated NSFW and contains graphic depictions of things some people may find disturbing or alarming, including, but not limited to: violence, gore, unhealthy family relationships, Oedipus complexes, gratuitous amount of pornographic literature, ableist language, physical, mental, and emotional abuse, etc. If you are someone who does not enjoy fiction with these elements in them, then I suggest you refrain from reading this, because this fic will have all that, and probably a lot more. So, this is your first and final warning to turn around and go somewhere else if stuff like this just isn't your vibe, because from this point forward, your emotional wellbeing is in your own hands, and I will not be accepting blame if you disregarded my warnings and ended up reading something you didn't like. Idk why I feel compelled to write one of these despite this being Resident Evil fanfic, but I figured I'd cover my ass just in case.

(Link to ao3 version in comments below)

“Going off the information I have listed here, it appears as though you’ll be receiving subject N-45, today. She’s a healthy 22 year old female. Her short, but muscular body weighs 95lbs with a childish height of 4’10” tall. She possesses primarily Romanian and Filipino ancestry, with some Dutch or Finnish or... whatever, thrown in there as well. And according to the various items we found on her person when she was first brought in, she’s apparently a graduate student at the University of Bucharest, or, at least she was, before she drove her car into a tree while driving up the mountain and was recovered by Heisenberg” Miranda explains robotically, reading aloud from a piece of paper held inside a thick manila envelope. “Of the 4 remaining test subjects, N-45 is easily the most violent and difficult one to work with, having to be either anesthetized or restrained every time I wanted to so much as take her vitals or stabilize her condition. When given smaller doses of sedatives she-”

For the first time in his entire life, Salvatore completely ignores whatever unimportant nonsense Mother Miranda is going on about, continuing to take in and analyze the strikingly unique appearance of the young woman before him.

Upon first inspection, N-45 appeared to resemble that of a normal woman in just about every way possible. Her hair was scruffy and very short, barely long enough to reach her eyes, and a deep black color that looked so soft and luxurious that Salvatore ached to run his fingers through it. Her face was slightly round, giving the young woman a very youthful appearance, with her sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones being some of the only things keeping Salvatore from mistaking her for a child. And lastly, her... figure, if Salvatore had to put such an embarrassing idea into words, was similar to that of Mother Miranda, only shorter, more compact even. It reminded the hooded man of those small packets of candy Duke occasionally gifted him that said “fun sized” on the label, in reference to them being much smaller than the standard sized candy bars and yet somehow being… better, despite technically giving you less candy.

She was already perfect as she was, but it was not just N-45’s beautiful human features that pulled Salvatore in and refused to let him escape the stupefaction he’d been placed under, but also her mutations.

A soft royal blue coated her from head to toe, giving way only to a large patch of solid white located on her chest and stomach. Her skin catches the light in a way that reveals areas of tiny overlapping scales, glimmering like stars in the midnight sky, or freshly polished armor, perhaps, along the bony ridges and tender curves of her figure.

Small white dots distributed like paint splatters across the colored sections of her flesh give a similar visual effect as freckles, starting from her hairline and extending all the way down to the very tips of her toes. These galaxies of white were invisible only on the white patch along the front of her torso, as well as on the lighter blue hue taken on by both the palms and webbings of her hands and feet.

Long Fin-like extensions grew along both her forearms and lower back. The former extended outward and inward like a windshield wiper, likely used to decrease water resistance. The latter, however, perhaps used to increase fine motor maneuverability while swimming at greater speeds or in tighter spaces, grew straight downwards from her lower back in an overlapping fan configuration that marginally covered her rear end, though not by very much. The fins looked like a soft, delicate material that was probably very flexible but very durable, if Salvatore had to guess just from looking.

And to top everything off, N-45 even appeared to even have gills, 2 different sets by the looks of it. The first set of 3 breathing slits was located horizontally along both sides of her neck, while the second set could be found on both sides of her torso, following the downward angle of her ribs but stopping just underneath her soft, plump-looking breasts.

Salvatore feels a sudden wave of heat cascade over his body and he turns his face away in shameful embarrassment as he suddenly realizes that N-45, much like every test subject undergoing cadou treatment, was still very, very nude at the present moment.

“I can’t make any promises regarding her disposition, but physically speaking, she’s ready to be released to you whenever you’d like. I’ll have some of the villagers transport and release her into the reservoir later this week” Mother Miranda says, pressing a button to close the pod now that Salvatore was no longer staring at her.

“W-wait just a m-moment” Salvatore calls out, prompting Mother Miranda to halt the closing of the pod.

“Yes? What is it?” The woman asks curtly, clearly not wanting to stand here and watch Salvatore any longer than she has to.

Wringing his hands together nervously, Salvatore meekly asks, “C-could… could y-you wake h-her up… s-so that I can s-speak with her… j-just for a m-moment?”

Mother Miranda remains silent for a moment, blank face staring directly at Salvatore as she contemplates what to do.

“No, Moreau,” she says finally. “I’ve had a very busy day today and I'm quite tired. N-45 is a menace that I struggle to deal with even on my best days. The last thing I need is something going wrong and her getting out and causing all sorts of chaos.”

Salvatore’s shoulders slump in disappointment, but he makes no further attempts to argue.

Mother Miranda rolls her eyes at the incredibly childish display, walking over to place a gentle hand on Salvatore’s head. “Would it make you feel better if I agreed to have N-45 be the first of the subjects to be dropped off? It’ll be more difficult than my original plan, but I suppose it was a bit unfair that you were the only one who didn’t get to “pick” their gift.”

“Yes, M-Mother Miranda… I-I’d like th-that very… very m-much” Salvatore says, leaning into the touch as Mother Miranda begins guiding him back toward the hallway leading to the exit door.

It wasn’t until after Miranda had exited the lab and begun walking down the long hallway toward the exit that Salvatore dared cast another glance back at the pod that contained N-45, wistfully thinking of how amazing her hand had felt in his, and how much he wanted to speak to her.

Just as the disfigured man was about to turn back and follow Miranda out of the laboratory, a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, prompting Salvatore to tense and snap toward the 4 pods, frantically trying to figure out what it was he saw. A few seconds of stillness pass before Salvatore sees movement again, not freely moving about the room like he originally expected, but from within one of the 4 pods, his pod to be exact.

His curiosity momentarily outweighing his nerves, Salvatore slowly approaches the metal capsule, trying to get a look through the small pane of glass that allows visual access into the holding pod.

Another flash of movement has Salvatore flinching, jumping back as though he’d been advanced upon. After several seconds of stillness, however, the hooded man regains his confidence and once again inches his way toward the capsule, moving his head up and down to try and get one more glimpse at N-45 before he has to leave. One last look before she lays eyes upon his vile and disgusting body for the first time, screaming and calling him a monster as she runs away, leaving him alone and without anyone to call his own. Just like always.

“ Hello ?”

Salvatore froze dead in his tracks, his heart pounding and his lungs refusing to take in air, as a soft, muffled, questioning voice reaches the deformed man’s ears, followed by two golden orbs with narrow black slits running vertically through the center, that slowly peek into view from the bottom of the glass window. Salvatore’s eyes widen in shock as he quickly realizes that the orbs of gold are not, in fact, just spheres of color, but rather a pair of eyes, staring intently at him from inside the pod.

“Uuuuuh… u-u-uuum… I-i… I w-was just…” the disfigured man stuttered as he struggled to move his body, seemingly paralyzed by the bewitching gaze currently locked onto him, looking at him with an intensity that makes Salvatore wonder if this is what it feels like to be a cell put under a microscope.

It isn’t until Salvatore notices the golden orbs moving and shifting from one corner of the window pane to the other that the hooded man realizes, to his immediate horror, that he might not be the only one trying to get a better look at the figure located on the other side of the pod door. Panic and fear immediately fill Salvatore from deep within, growing strong enough to allow him to finally overcome his temporary paralysis and skitter away from view. Pulling his hood even further over his petrifyingly grotesque face in shame of himself, Salvatore flees the laboratory as quickly as his hobbled limp would allow.

His heart pounds to the beat of the soft, but desperate pleas of protest coming from N-45’s pod in response to Salvatore’s rapidly retreating form, yet the hooded man cannot bring himself to believe what he hears as true. Perhaps believing that the siren-like voice he hears echoing off the metal laboratory walls to be nothing more than a trick of his sick and lonely mind, Salvatore does not stop, nor does he turn back around until he’s met up with Mother Miranda at the exit to the surface, lungs burning and legs aching from running for so far and long.

“Oh, there you are, Moreau,” Mother Miranda says suddenly, stopping just before they are about to exit the laboratory. “I’m glad you chose this time to finally catch up, because I just realized a second ago that I’d forgotten to give you N-45’s previous name. You can name her something else if you’d prefer, of course, but I offered the information to your siblings so I suppose I should offer it to you as well. Would you still like to know N-45’s name, or would you rather abandon her given name for one of your own choosing?”

After a few seconds of silent contemplation, Salvatore lifts his head, “I… I-i would like to k-know… her n-name… please...” the mutant man says softly.

Mother Miranda briefly raises a questioning eyebrow at Salvatore’s nervous body language, but ultimately rolls her eyes and shrugs her shoulders, all but tossing the Manila envelope containing N-45’s information at the hooded man before disappearing out the large metal door.

“If you’re going to read that now, feel free, but return to the meeting room once you're done. And be sure to lock the door to my laboratory behind you” Miranda commands, her voice having grown echoey due to how far away she now was.

“Yes, M-Mother” Salvatore calls after her as he scrambles to catch the thrown file and prevent any loose papers from falling out. Once he’s got a solid handle on the thick envelope, he opens it, casting a quick glance back in the direction of the pod room, where Nadine and the other 3 gifts were being held for the time being.

Returning to the file, Salvatore frantically flips through every page, trying to find the one that held N-45’s personal background information.

After several minutes of desperate flipping back and forth, Salvatore finally focuses on one particular piece of paper that looked to have been in the file for the longest. Pulling out the particular page he’d found, the disfigured man drops the rest of the folder onto the ground and begins rapidly skimming through the information printed on the page, his hungry eyes refusing to stop until they finally zeroed in on the information he’d been looking for.

Project: E.V.A. Resurrection

Subject: N-45

Parasite Administered: Cadou (Series- N; Strain- 45)

Family Name: Bogdan

Given Name: Nadine

“N… Nadine” Salvatore said slowly, feeling slightly lightheaded and out of breath as each individual letter of the young woman’s name rolled off his tongue like Camembert cheese; smooth, creamy, decedent, and likely to keep him up all night with an upset stomach and a racing heartbeat.

Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine. Nadine.

The name quickly became a broken loop played over and over and over again inside Salvatore’s head, his mind unable, or rather unwilling, to think of anything else as he read, reread, and then re-reread Nadine’s name at least 100 times, before finally setting the piece of paper down.

“Nadine...” Salvatore breathes the name once again, his voice carrying a wistful tone. “E-even your n-name is wonderful...”

An already beautiful woman, made even more perfect through the power of science and Mother Miranda’s grace, only for all that potential to end up wasted in the hands of a desperately lonely and horrifically mangled fish mutant, who was more likely to accidentally dissolve her in stomach acid than woo her like some kind of aquatic Prince Charming.

“Y-ya right... e-e-even with a-another mutant… I’m s-still so disgusting a-an… and horrifying in comparison… n-not even my o-own kind can b-bring thems-themselves to love me f-for who I a-am… not th-that there’s much of m-me that’s worth l-loving to begin w-with” Moreau laments to himself, wondering if it was even worth holding out hope that things with Nadine could go his way. As if one look at his monstrous form wouldn’t be enough to ruin everything Salvatore already has an agonizingly low chance of ever having with that magnificent specimen of a woman.

Even with Nadine’s own external mutations making it clear that she was no longer fully human, her form had still retained such a beautifully strong, yet womanly shape to it, and her face still looked so young and innocent despite everything that she’s been through. Someone as beautiful as her was far too good and pure to be tainted by his filthy hands.

‘Maybe I should just kill her when the villagers arrive with her at the gate? At least then... I could say I put her out of her misery before she had to experience it for herself…’ Salvatore sulks mentally.

However, despite the self degrading thoughts running through his mind, the memory of the curious look Nadine’s shockingly bright and mesmerizing golden eyes held when trying to look at Salvatore through the pod window made the hooded man shiver, having never been looked upon in such an innocently curious manner before. Most people who got that close to Salvatore didn’t even need to see his face in order to start screaming and running away in terror. However, if the deformed man allowed himself a brief moment to believe that it was indeed her who’d been calling him to come back and show himself, then from the tone and rushed quality of her voice, it would seem as though Nadine was unsatisfied with the fact that she hadn’t seen all of Salvatore’s face and body, not terrified.

How strange...

How very strange indeed…

[periminkle]

Orphic | 04

After moving into your own place, it seems life is finally going your way; the path to independence leading you to a quaint suburban town where even the grass seems to grow a little greener. Although a shocking encounter leads you to believe that perhaps appearances can be quite deceiving.

pairing: hybrid!jk x reader (first person)

genre: hybrid au, angst, fluff

word count: 7.6k

rating: PG-15

warnings: swearing, descriptions of blood and cleaning wounds, mentions of cannibalism (o.o)

author’s note: mMMm setting deadlines is effective but exhausting, so the pacing of this might be a bit weird? also im def not late bc it’s still sunday in some timezones so ;))

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I stared intently at the grungy nick in the otherwise spotless wall, mind racing a mile a minute.

The better half of the last hour had been spent pacing back and forth, gaze unmoving from the unconscious man in fear of missing the twitch of a finger or the flutter of an eyelash. His complete stillness persuaded me to check on his pulse frequently, glad to feel the faint, yet steady, beat beneath layers of smooth skin.

When I received a second call from my cranky saviour to inform me that he was nearly here, I forcefully sat myself down and practiced that infamous square breathing that every zen yogi swore by. By the persistent bouncing of my knee, it was evident that the yogis had failed me.

Rain was pounding down in thick sheets onto the pavement outside and at this point I was convinced the world had it out for me, using every trick in the book to further complicate this surely doomed rescue mission. Nonetheless, I optimistically hoped that the incoming storm would soon subside.

My unfortunate lips dealt with the brunt of my merciless canines, rendering the skin raw by the time a distinctive series of raps against the sturdy door caught my attention. It was the very same pattern in which I’d regularly knock on the door to the cleaning storage, craving the company of someone other than the three musketeers I’d gotten to know better than my own blood.

Although I ordinarily would be enthusiastically welcomed and greeted with nothing less than a wide, heart-shaped grin, the circumstances now were undoubtedly exceptional. Thus, the crinkle between his brows and the disgruntled glare fixed on my sheepish smile were to be expected.

Needless to say, Hoseok was not impressed.

“What the hell?” the typically friendly janitor barked out, huffing out his frustration at having his slumber disturbed. “You do know that it’s almost two in the morning right? How did you even get in here? Why couldn’t this wait for tomorrow?”

His hair stuck up in a multitude of different directions, evidently having rolled out of bed, slipped on a jacket and came to my rescue. The wrinkled, blue horse character on his pajama set eased some of my nerves at the familiarity of its nose, in the shape of Hoseok’s smile that was, understandably, nowhere to be found with the current circumstances.

I gripped the distressed male by his lithe shoulders, imploring him to slow down. “I’m not coming in tomorrow. Listen, this is gonna sound absurd but—”

His eyes drifted past my smaller form and I firmly shook at his torso to prevent him from spotting the other man. “Hey! Eyes down here.” A hint of curiosity bled through his agitated exterior when he focused on my stern exterior once more. “You can’t freak out, okay?”

Hoseok shrugged his approval, murmuring, “Yeah, I get it, directly disobeying the head researchers is pretty satisfying and all, but did you really have to drag me into this? Especially when you know I start early on Saturdays?”

At the reminder of his strict schedule, I withered marginally as I originally hadn’t intended to involve him at all. A shameful appreciation began to eat away at my conscience, grateful for his presence in spite of my outrageous request. I wouldn’t know what to do if Hoseok hadn’t come through and in my eyes, he remained an angel who was too good to be true.

“I’m sorry, I promise this is really important.” I brought my arms back to my sides, glancing down at my feet in order to organize my swirling thoughts. “I wouldn’t call you if it wasn’t an emergency.”

What I didn’t notice while lost in my reverie was Hoseok’s rebellious stare, wandering over the injured man’s form. “What the fuck?” He gently shoved me aside, stumbling deeper into the laboratory. When he was planted by the stranger’s table, he repeated, “What the actual fuck?”

My head tipped back in exasperation, disappointed that not even my last minute backup strategy was going according to plan. “Hobi, please.”

I could practically envision the gears whirring in his head, a natural reaction considering the mutant in front of him. When he finally craned his neck back to me, he mumbled with wide eyes, “Say sike right now.”

“Stop talking for two seconds.” I groaned, marching up to position myself between the janitor and the table in an attempt to calm him down. Immediately upon noticing his trembling digits, I reached out to clasp them within my own quivering hands. “Listen, this experiment they’re conducting? From what I know, it’s all some screwed up excuse to inject animalistic characteristics of their choosing into humans. And their track records point to a lot of predator species.”

“Predators? Wha—why would they even want to create a predator-human hybrid?” Hoseok took a tiny step back and out of the fear that he would flee, I fiercely clamped down onto our conjoined limbs.

“I don’t know yet,” I faltered. “But, honestly, I couldn’t care less because of how unethical they are in their approach to this project.” At his puzzled expression I somberly gestured to the unmoving lump in the corner, willing myself to postpone any tears for a safer location.

Hoseok must have connected the dots at the midnight black shade of fur peeking out underneath the fabric matching the colour of the hybrid’s ears and tail, as his stare hardened and his breathing began to even out from the rapid pace it was at before. “I’ll need more details later on, but let’s get him out of here first.”

At his command, I retracted from Hoseok's hold, scoping out the rather barren area for something other than the masses of files and papers strewn about. “You think we can carry him together?”

Simply comparing the difference in size between the stranger and Hoseok, there was no doubt the copious, hulking mass of muscle outweighed my friend’s slimmer figure. Our combined strength would have to somehow prove formidable against his bulky body.

Hoseok’s grimace spoke volumes about his faith in that idea, although there wasn’t much of a choice considering the alarming time crunch and our limited accessibility to other parts of the laboratory. Due to my blind confidence in the ostensibly foolproof scheme I constructed, the only cameras shifted were directly located in the path from the front entrance to the changing room to the upstairs lab.  

Oh, how I was regretting that naivety now.

Using an abandoned stretch of fabric that had been stuffed into one of the drawers I rummaged through earlier, I covered his immobile body with the thin cover to provide some decency and act as a layer of defence against the torrents outside.

While Hoseok stood directly behind his head, leaning forward to loop his arms underneath the hybrid’s triceps and around his chest, I grabbed each of his ankles, cradling them to my abdomen. Even with our best efforts to avoid any of his wounds, there was no way to avert the countless scratches and bruises that littered every inch of visible skin. We counted on the sanguine belief that he wasn’t conscious enough to feel any of it, reluctant to use any tranquilizers when we weren't aware of how much juice they’d already injected him with.

“On the count of three?” Hoseok asked.

With a nod, I tightened my hold and widened my stance. “One, two,” after taking a generous inhale, I heaved, “three!”

The two of us managed to maneuver the stranger down the length of the dingy hall before we were forced to gently place him onto the ground, desperate to grant our aching muscles the break they demanded. Currently, construction was being done on the elevator, which meant that the flight of stairs was the next obstacle to be tackled.

I lost the brief, but fierce, battle of rock-paper-scissors and endured the frightening prospect of marching down the stairs backwards—in the dark. All because Hoseok was unwilling to sacrifice the slightest bit of his comfort for the both of us to step sideways.

It was safe to say the stairs themselves took ten minutes to clear.

On the first floor, we were able to cross over to the main entrance in a breeze thanks to the spacious nature of the lobby. After scurrying to Hoseok’s car and laying the hybrid in the back seat, I returned to the lab to dutifully lock up the front door and jogged back to the vehicle.

Hoseok sent me a befuddled brow lift from the front seat when instead of the passenger’s side, I hesitantly stood a stride away from the driver’s door. “He’s fine, hurry up already so we can get out of here.” He motioned to the space beside him with the flick of his chin, his bed head dancing along with the movement. “It wouldn’t look too great if anyone caught us right now, especially with the man-cat knocked out cold in the back. Plus, the lab just radiates spooky vibes at night, look at my goosebumps!”

“Okay, okay, give me a second,” I grunted, opening the door to the back seat as I bowed inside to avoid a painful meeting with the roof of the vehicle. While gripping the back of the stranger’s skull with one hand and his upper back with the other, I lifted his torso and slipped inside. Tenderly, I placed his head on my lap.

“What are you doing?” Hoseok stared at me through the mirror, evidently unnerved by my proximity to the man. “He could literally wake up at any minute and there goes your throat!”

“Or he could get juggled around from your shitty driving and open his injuries again,” I countered, “which I think is a lot more likely, no?”

He scoffed, taking full offence to my jest. “Never mind. I hope he throws you out the damn window for calling my driving anything less than spectacular.”

The rush of excess blood coursing through my veins as a result of my overactive heart pounded in my head, nearly loud enough to block out the boisterous revving of the engine echoing throughout the empty lot. Tires squeaked against the pavement, jolting the hunk of metal into action as we sped away.

“Where were you thinking of leaving him?” he asked, taking a breath before mumbling, “that is, if you thought about this at all.”

“Hobi!” My jaw dropped dramatically at his not so subtle jab, shaking my head as I commented, “You’ve been hanging around Yoongi too much lately. I mean, all this sass couldn’t have come from nowhere.”

He slowed down behind the only other car in sight, flicking on his signal to turn. “Don’t change the subject.”

“I’m not, I was just commenting on your drastic change in behaviour,” I rebutted, crossing my arms across my chest at his determination to aggravate me tonight. “For your information, I actually planned this out for weeks; who do you think got the key card to the upstairs lab, the keys to the building itself, moved all the cameras—

Despite the leather seat between us, I knew he was sporting a sly smirk, for his conceit was bleeding through his supercilious tone. “And who begged me for help halfway through this ingenious plan?”

My jaw clenched shut, astounded at his cheeky retorts. At first, I was unsure of how the relationship between the jovial custodian and the chilly facade that Yoongi donned among strangers would progress, but judging by the sheer number of occasions in which I’d walked into a room with the two chatting away—gummy smiles all around, it seemed to be advancing better than expected.

“Whatever, you came anyway.” I sank back into my seat, careful not to disturb the comatose man peacefully resting on my thighs. Hopefully he was narcotized enough to remain oblivious to the various disturbances around him and would only rouse when the sun made an appearance.

Hoseok blithely sneered, pressing harder on the pedal as he spun the steering wheel to the right. “Yeah, well it’s kind of hard not to when you claim that Hyunho’s going to sue your ass for thousands of dollars.”

“And was I wrong?” I recalled our earlier conversation, where I hadn’t yet mustered up the courage, much less the patience, to confess to the details of my crimes. In a panicked state, I simply presented the consequences which would follow Hoseok’s absence—Hyunho’s wrath.

“No, now you’re just gonna get your ass handed to you by Namjoon and Yoongi,” he countered. “But I guess you’ll save some money while you’re at it.”

Merely the thought of their reactions to my late night escapade made me want to shrivel up in a ball. “Who said I’m going to tell them?”

“You’re not telling them?” The car slowed as he gradually came to a graceful stop behind a red light, turning his torso to face me with the help of his hand on the central console. “You know better than to release the man-cat, he’ll just get caught again.”

Rolling my eyes like a petulant child being scolded, I muttered, “I’m not releasing him.”

“But you can’t deal with him on your own either!” he snapped, the lack of sleep shortening his tolerance. After a pause to regain his senses, Hoseok rapidly shook his head and twisted back to focus on the empty roads ahead.

"Listen," I gritted out between my teeth, my own temper flaring. “I think you’re forgetting that I was well aware of the fact that I would be housing some kind of animal for a while, just didn’t know he would be this big.”

“Or this dangerous? This costly?” His firm grip on the wheel tightened, knuckles turning white as his emotions boiled over. "You’re not prepared to deal with him, I'll just take him back to my place."

A puff of air escaped my throat at his ridiculous solution, stating, "You live with your sister. There's no way she won't find out."

"Like you're any better off," he quipped, staring me down through the rearview mirror. "You live alone. If he were to do anything to you, we’d be none the wiser about it."

"Well, we can't risk anyone discovering his existence. There's no other way.” By watching the stranger’s chest rise and fall with each elongated breath, I was able to simultaneously avoid Hoseok’s prying eyes and collect my own thoughts.

While impatiently waiting for his arrival back at the lab, my mind had trudged through copious possibilities, overwhelmed with the pressure to choose the right one. Eventually, I came to the disconcerting conclusion that, be that as it may, the most secure option remained to bring him back to my place.

I reassured, "Don’t worry, I cleared out my bedroom so that there’s nothing in there that could potentially be used as a weapon. We'll secure him down, lock the door, and I'll camp out in the living room."

"Y/N, we don't have any clue what this guy is capable of,” Hoseok stressed, worry colouring his voice as he sharply gesticulated with his free hand. “Hell, look at him! He has cat ears, Y/N, and do not get me started on his tail.”

I stole a glance at the accused appendage in bewilderment, unsure of why that aspect was at the forefront of Hoseok’s concerns regarding the mutant boy. “What’s wrong with his tail?”

“My point is,” he accentuates, “we have no idea what we’re dealing with here. What if he has some kind of monstrous super strength and his diet consists of human flesh? He could probably rip right through any restraints and bam! That'll be the end of you."

I held my tongue at ridiculing his absurd speculations when some sort of man-cat hybrid was currently strewn across the back seat of Hoseok’s run-down Corolla; a dim display exposing the current, ungodly hour of the early morning.

“Do you have any better ideas?" Although my question was met with radio silence, we steadily continued on the potholed path headed away from my house. I spoke up again, "Where are you taking us?"

"We're going to Namjoon's place, and we're gonna think of a better alternative all together."

"Hoseok," I seethed, fists clenching next to my thigh. "He'll make us take him back. We're already too far in to go back now."

The car jerked violently due to the bumpy road and being suddenly reminded of the wounded boy, I shot out to grab at his thin waist in order to nail him to the seat. Despite my best efforts, crimson liquid soaked through the thin blanket and I cursed under my breath.

"I can't leave you there alone with him!"

"Please, we'll be careful." A beat passed as I greedily inhaled the fresh air flowing in through my open window,  gathering ideas to negotiate. "I'll stay awake the whole time and I'll text you every hour."

Regardless of my pleas, the car kept at its incessant pace to Namjoon's apartment. Sweat began to accumulate at my temples at the unsure fate of what censure awaited me. To distract my nerves, I gripped the fabric that covered the man’s body, tugging it over his shoulders to rest just below his chin while pressing a bunch into his side in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Past the low hum of the vehicle, a gentle utterance met my ears. I lifted my head to inquire whether the sound was merely a figment of my fatigued imagination when Hoseok repeated, "Every half hour."

My eyes widened, darting to examine his stoic expression from the rearview mirror. "Yes! Yes, yes of course. I can even do every ten minutes if that’s what you want." I shrugged my shoulders, pointing out, "I'll be up all night anyway."

"No, I'm good. Unlike some of us, I don't deserve to be punished for my crimes and would like to salvage the little sleep I can get," he declared as he performed a U-turn at a wide intersection.

My grin expanded exponentially at the change in direction. "Suit yourself."

I allowed my thoughts to clear, tracing a clear droplet on the window as it raced to engulf another, merging into one, larger globule that ran down the smooth expanse until it was out of sight. Unknowingly, I mindlessly carded my fingers through the stranger’s dampened strands; more so for my own comfort than for anyone else.

Before I knew it, we’d arrived at my quaint cottage and with the addition of another individual residing under its roof, the place seemed tinier than ever. Hoseok and I shuttled him over to my bedroom as gracefully as we possibly could, aiming to avoid whacking into any obstacles along the way.

Other than his lengthy legs knocking into two door frames, we were clear.

The second his back met the rigid mattress, we collectively released a weighty exhalation from the excessive exertion that strained both our physical and mental states. Although the chances of the stranger waking up now were low, seeing as he was out like a light throughout the whole journey, I hurried to collect the sturdy ropes that I purchased in advance.

“Ooh, you’re into some kinky shit, huh Y/N?” Hoseok quipped, taking the material from my hands.

My eyes rolled back at his stupid antics, glaring at the pleased crinkles forming next to his drooping eyes. “Ha ha, very funny. Now help me tie him up, so I can kick you out of my house.”

“And what’re you gonna do to him when I leave?”

Snatching the rope that he stole from me, I shoved Hoseok to the side by pressing against his firm bicep—which definitely carried more than his fair share of the hybrid on the way here—and grumbled, “Guess If you want something done right, you gotta do it yourself.”

Hoseok burst into a short fit of contagious laughter, invoking a couple quiet giggles that I was unsuccessful in fighting down. As he raised the stranger’s arms to the bed frame, I looped the braided, nylon material snug around each of his wrists. Along the way I checked to ensure that the restraints weren’t too tight before moving onto his ankles to repeat the process. Luckily enough, his height stretched the entire length of my minuscule bed with his feet dangling off the ledge.

“Tell me you brought more tranquilizers in case?” Hoseok asked immediately upon securing the last knot. Throughout a tedious explanation on how foolishly lax I was behaving with the hybrid, he went back to inspect my handiwork, tugging the ends of the cords closer together into a grip that nearly cut off the hybrid’s blood flow.

Over his nagging, I sneaked a victorious grin as I displayed the syringes I’d nabbed from the lab. He spent a few more minutes fiddling with various safety measures consisting of the pepper spray he stealthily retrieved from my purse, the bedroom door’s lock and an air horn that he remarkably pulled out of his coat’s pocket. Although it was questionable if the blaring sound would awaken even my closest neighbours due to the sheer distance between our houses, I didn’t dare attempt after imagining old Sangmin marching over here on his rickety cane to bark my ears off.

Refusing to bother expending effort on pondering over the rationale behind Hoseok’s little magic trick, I blithely shooed him out before any more ridiculous objects could be plucked out of his jacket.

The last straw was his finger approaching the sensitive button on said air horn. Unwilling to face the consequences of his brash actions, I slammed the front door closed behind Hoseok, the space suddenly void of his rowdy antics. I wearily blinked the drowsiness out of my eyes, the stillness and tranquility of the early hours slowed my heart rate from the fast paced, action packed night.

My sock-clad feed padded their way back to the bedroom, snatching my phone out of my black hoodie to fiddle around with an app that I discovered upon moving out. In order to relay my continued existence to my family, I scheduled texts to be sent every week, which would prove useful at this time as well. Knowing my own forgetful nature, one update to Hoseok would slip my mind, and either four, furious men would burst through every available entrance or I would have the whole police force upon my front steps in minutes.

To prevent such a disastrous event from taking place, I tampered around with the settings and added the fretting male to the list.

I halted in my tracks when faced with the mundane sight of the four walls where I spent most of my sleeping hours, not a hair out of place other than the addition of the injured hybrid on my dirtied bed. The crimson stains jolted me into action, retrieving my brand new first-aid kit and finding it hilariously ironic that the dressings were going to be used on the very same criminal that broke in to steal such supplies.

In order to fight off any cold that could have possibly slithered its way past the weak barrier draped over his body, I peeled the flimsy, sodden cover off and replaced it with a puffy comforter. Traversing through the storm that continued to rage outside definitely put a strain on his already weakened state, and his pale countenance wasn't very reassuring.

I slid the blanket down to access the sullied wound at his rib cage and grabbed a couple pads of gauze to firmly press onto the area. Thankfully, some blood had already begun to coagulate around the edges, so I didn’t have to wait too long for the trickling stream to cease. With a clean towel, I wiped the surrounding skin to get a better look at what I was dealing with, grimacing at the bruises forming galaxies across the jagged edges of ripped skin.

He was in worse shape than either Hoseok or I could have predicted. At this realization, the fleeting worry that he might succumb to the severity of his wounds grew, festering a nasty doubt in my mind.

Deciding whether to clean the laceration commenced another strife within the whirlwind of emotions inside my head, but I poured a few drops of antiseptic onto a cotton ball anyway, fearful of infection. As I tried my best to carefully dab the soaked material across his wounds, I peered up at his face to search for signs of consciousness.

My eyes involuntarily softened at the small cuts littered across his neck, travelling past his jaw and over the slopes of his hollowed cheeks to his forehead, which was partially hidden under his dark locks. When the cotton was thoroughly besmirched with a blend of bright crimson and a muddy brown, I drenched another and advanced up to other regions after the more serious lesions were taken care of.

A closer look at his sinewy torso allowed me to examine the scars scattered all around, mostly clustered around his upper arms. Absentmindedly, I wondered whether their appearances were linked to the cruel methods of the laboratory. How had he gotten within their clutches in the first place? For how long was he suffering under the justification of being an experiment?

What were they trying to accomplish with him?

My mind raced with all the different possibilities of what could have brought the hybrid into this situation in the first place, and before I knew it, I was pushing back the disheveled strands on his forehead to clean the last of his cuts. There were definitely more on his dorsal side, but I wasn’t willing to undo his restraints and flip his hefty weight over on my own. I would either wait until he woke up or ask Hoseok to stop by again after his shift.

In my current position, I was close enough to feel his warm breath fanning across my skin, observe the tiny brown mole under his lip and how utterly breathtaking this man was underneath the cuts that marred his skin. He was undoubtedly attractive at first glance, although I wasn’t able to appreciate his masculine features while under the stress of saving him.

Once every laceration in my reach had been disinfected to the best of my limited abilities, I swiftly bandaged his side again and stuck Spider-man themed band aids onto the smaller cuts in memory of the Hello Kitty ones that decorated his body earlier. I settled back on the chair, admiring my handiwork and fighting back the looming threat of dormancy that approached with every elongated blink. My head leaned back as I crossed my arms, thinking that a little snooze never hurt anyone.

I was blind to the cocoa orbs drinking in the darkness.

The bright light streaming in through the numerous cracks between my blinds prodded my eyelids apart, pupils struggling to adjust past the groggy haze of an unexpected slumber. Rather than revelling in the bountiful energy supplied by a restorative nap, an obnoxious cramp in my neck made its presence known alongside the bleak, obstinate tingle of dormancy that lingered within every tightened tendon, pulsating throughout my entire body.

Although the pain gradually ebbed away after I rolled my head around in wide semicircles, I knew from experience that the ache of sleeping in an uncomfortable position would linger.

Gold streaks were painted on the hardwood floor as a result of the sun’s harsh rays, a stark contrast to the dusk of a few hours ago. As I began to fuzzily recollect the memories from yesterday, I spotted the growing number of discrepancies between the room I’d seen before I closed my eyes and now, from the open door to the ruffled sheets, devoid of any sign of life.  

Fortunately, I seemed to be in the same position, seated on the tough chair that I snoozed off in a few hours ago. However, I found it odd that it was particularly difficult to do much else than squirm around, and that was when I realized the problem lied in the nylon material tied around my wrists and ankles, binding me to the furniture.

A cold dread washed over me, much like a freezing bucket of ice being poured over my head. The hybrid escaped.

Well, at least he didn’t exact his fallacious revenge on my sleeping form.

“Awake?”

I squeaked at the whiplash that followed the movement of my head twisting a second too quickly, intent on identifying the furtive speaker. My eyes widened exponentially at locating the muscular hybrid, black ears twitching at my cry and tail swishing in curiosity. Being clad in only boxers, I shifted my gaze away out of instinct, a fiery blush overtaking my features despite having ogled the man’s ripped physique before.

It felt completely different when he was unconscious and my only intent was to treat his multitudinous wounds though.

He slowly blinked, clearly finding my astonishment puzzling with the bewilderment laced in his orbs. Waving a large palm in front of my face to get my attention on him, he calmly said, “No hurt.”

The tight rope that currently hindered my motion was definitely the same one that had been previously occupied with restraining the hybrid to the bed. Yet the very same male stood in front of me, free as a bird. “H-how did you get out?”

Instead of answering verbally, he extended his defined arms out to the side, imitating the position he was tied up in, then robustly swinging both limbs towards one another. So he broke through those thick, durable ropes with sheer strength and willpower. Comforting.

The tranquilizers laid scattered across the floor, much too far to even consider reaching them.

“Where’s your blanket?” I questioned, suppressing the tremor in my voice as I found it outrageous that my throat was still intact at this point. There was no guarantee that he wasn’t harbouring any motives to rid the world of my presence, but the fact that he wasn’t actively making any moves to rip my heart out was a good sign.

The mop of dark chestnut swayed along in the same direction that he tilted his head over to; a habit revealing an emotion that I couldn’t place on the stranger. “Warm. No like.”

His broken English revived a flurry of trepidation. I recalled the night of the break-in, the terror and hysteria that I’d buried away under the incorrect pretense that a burglar never hits the same house twice.

I didn’t know if that sentiment applied to kidnapping the criminal and using your place as his hideout, as well.

As I noisily gulped, I felt his stare dart to my esophagus and in a wild panic, my wide eyes met the doe-like curve of his own. The hybrid edged closer to my trembling form before treading past me, out of sight. I closed my eyes in preparation.

This is it. Goodbye world, it was pretty shit while it lasted.

I heard the rustling of fabric behind me and silently applauded the man for thinking of a quick and easy suffocation to reduce the amount of clean up afterwards.

His bare feet slapped against the floor, trekking over to my front again. When a couple seconds passed and none of my airways were blocked nor was there any piercing pain to be felt, I cautiously cracked an eye open to see the stranger standing there, the puffy blanket from before wrapped around his broad shoulders.

“Good now?” he inquired with a bunny-like smile.

My jaw dropped slightly as I nodded, attempting to formulate a sentence but coming up empty. The stark contrast between the brawn enveloping his body and his innocent features threw me in for a loop. This must have been part of his grand scheme to ruthlessly murder me—lulling me into a false sense of security before executing me on the spot.

Outwardly, the hybrid appeared to possess more human features than his animal counterpart, leading me to wonder which instincts ruled over the other. Was he more level-headed and rational or was he unable to suppress his bestial instincts? Did he get sudden, violent mood swings or go on occasional, bloodthirsty rampages?

The lack of knowledge I had regarding the man, who had somehow gained the upper hand through his brute strength, was worrying. A tinge of regret for not skimming through a few files on said hybrid before Hoseok’s arrival made me softly curse under my breath.

As I shifted in place, I was reminded of my own predicament. “So, uh, any chance you’ll let me go?”

With his broad grin still on full display, he made his refusal clear by shaking his head back and forth. It was worth a try. “Not fair. I tied, now you tied.”

His childish logic caught me off guard and a bark of laughter shook my stiff shoulders, marginally relaxing at the prospect that he might postpone the bloodshed for a later time. The mystery laid in how he could distinguish my harmless intentions from the head researchers’ diabolical ones. Maybe it was the lab coat?

I made a mental note to never wear my own lab coat in front of him.

A grumble snapped me out of my reverie. I observed the stranger’s startled features as he glanced down at his abdomen, then, unabashedly, back up to my face. Recalling his screams of horror back at the lab, the barbaric treatment he received there was indisputable and based on his raging stomach, I guessed that it had been a while since he’d eaten anything of substance.

Of all times, Hoseok’s ridiculous words of the hybrid’s diet consisting of human grade meat played back through my brain and jitters erupted over my limbs, wanting to please the man before he was picking his teeth with my freshly cleaned bones.

“Hungry?” I prodded, pushing other priorities to the side in favour of feeding the rumbling beast.

His dark orbs immediately lit up with pure, unadulterated glee. The hybrid gracefully tied the ends of the fabric around his neck like a cape and rounded closer to me with mirth written across every crease on his countenance.

Unsure if his giddiness was attributed to the assumption that I was offering up the meat lining my organs, I squirmed in protest, attempting to cause a ruckus in order to spur his excitement towards another source of protein in the fridge.

Not having much choice in the matter with my limited range of motion, I watched in worry as he scurried out of sight again. “Hey, let’s not get ahead of ourselves here and—”

Despite being prepared for his unpredictable nature, a yelp flew past my lips when I was effortlessly lifted into the air, chair and all. His forearms caged my thighs as he gripped the bottom of the seat, hot pants of air blowing onto the back of my neck from his position.

His elation was practically tangible as he flew past the open doorway and sped off through the foyer. He must have ventured deeper into the house while I was blissfully unaware, since his strides towards the kitchen were filled with nothing but confidence in every step.

Hastily, I spat out, “I’m not that delicious, trust me! My budget’s been pretty strict this month, so I’ve just been eating junk, and I don’t imagine that’ll taste very go—”

The force holding me upright loosened when we reached the fridge, permitting my feet to find the floor. “Dee-lee-shiz?” He tried to imitate, turning to point straight at me.

“No! No, no, not delicious.” I corrected, violently shaking my head.

His outstretched arm retracted to his side, staring like a hawk at my chin tipping towards the metal cooling box behind him, and I repeated, “Delicious.”

As he flung the door to the refrigerator open, nearly ripping it right off its hinges, he yelled, “Dee-lee-shiz!”

Utter fascination at the chilled temperature and the rather meager array of food etched onto his features, sending relief through my veins. I encouraged him to ravage the tenuous stock of food while simultaneously rejoicing at successfully having deterred him from eating me alive.

Packs of eggs, blueberries, condiments, and essentially anything within his reach was hauled out, forming a growing heap on the countertop. When a zucchini found its way into his grasp, he took one puzzled look before chomping down on one end. I wasn’t too sure how raw zucchini would taste when eaten as though it were a cucumber, but he seemed pleased enough to take another bite that resounded throughout the space with a loud crunch.

I reclined back into the stiff chair, content on observing the ravenous hybrid empty my fridge and taking an occasional nibble on snacks that piqued his interest. Although, his grab at the bundle of raw chicken was when I decided to voice my concerns. “Ah, that has to be cooked!” At another tilt of his head, I explained, “You could get sick if you don’t cook it.”

By his furrowed brows, I deduced the concept flew over his head, but he threw the package onto my lap anyway and peered down expectantly. “Cook.”

“You tied me up, remember? I need some mobility to cook.” I tugged at my subdued arms to demonstrate my current inaptitude.

He hummed in thought, enveloping his lower lip between his lengthy canines as he weighed the pros and cons of being able to consume the meat by setting me loose. Finally, after clearly expressing how torn he was between his hunger and his teasing, it seemed that he’d come to a conclusion when he latched onto my left forearm.

Just as I was about to jib that I was no longer on the menu, a searing pain ripped across my wrist. I hissed through my teeth with my fists clenched as I teared my tender arm out of his grip, protectively cradling the limb to my chest.

He flinched away from the sound, taking a step away from my defensive form. At the sight of my disgruntled frown, he withered into himself, chin to his chest while I examined my sore wrist, whimpering at the edges of the flaming red, torn skin. I was a second away from viciously reprimanding him for the bruise that was more than likely to form by tomorrow, but one look into his guilty, fearful eyes made me pause.

With his strength, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he possessed the ability to do much worse, which didn’t seem to be his intent from all the fretting—ears tucked into the crown of his head and tail hanging low. As he seemed to be repenting without a chiding needed on my end, I redirected to a softer approach. “It’s fine, just be more gentle next time, okay?”

“Mm,” he complied weakly, his prior enthusiasm having substantially deflated. Before I could dismiss the topic and entice him with more food, he knelt down to my ankles, gripping the rope with both hands this time as he effortlessly tore the material apart, careful not to graze my legs in the process.

A shiver crawled down my spine at the display of power, mentally noting that there was probably enough strength in his fingers to flick my stunned form across the room; yet the man proved his duality by proceeding to grab one loose end of his makeshift cape and gently tie it around my unscathed wrist. “No run.”

Surprisingly enough, I hadn’t made it a break for it as soon as I was liberated. Although I sustained minimal injuries, he expressed his remorse and made no moves to consume my flesh, which was another good sign. As more time passed, he was revealing to be more and more of a passionate bunny stuck in a wrestler’s body.

After all, I hadn’t gone through all the trouble of kidnapping him just to sprint at the slightest sign of trouble. I confirmed, “No run.”

Some of his original ardour reappeared at my acknowledgement, along with a faint giggle that evoked a tiny smile on my own face. I figured that with his minimal experience revolving around homemade dishes, simply slapping on some salt and pepper to flavour the meat with a side of boiled vegetables would suffice. Thus, I took the package from my lap and got to work.

Cooking with another, rather useless, individual essentially attached at the hip was difficult, to say the least. In the beginning, the man fired question after question, curious about every ingredient and spice going into the dish, but after realizing that he lacked the correct vocabulary to obtain the information he sought, he became a silent observer.

Basically, he followed me around like a lapdog while munching on another zucchini to occupy his restless hands.

After pulling him around left and right, occasionally giving a soft tug on the blanket when he would unintentionally zone out, I finally threw all the components into a single pan, deciding to serve a simple stir-fry. With only the expanse of the puffy fabric between us, I was constantly elbowing the hybrid while mixing the ingredients together, which I considered a redeeming form of payback for his carelessness with my arm.

While the mouth-watering scent of lunch wafted around, he extended the wrist connected to mine, sidestepping over to the island to fish for a bag of baby carrots before coming to stand next to me by the stove. Spotting my stare, he flashed another blinding grin and I couldn’t help but imagine long, bunny ears extending off the top of his head, his slender tail replaced with a fluffier ball of fur at the back. That seemed to better suit his ardent personality.

The chicken gradually changed colour as the exterior of the vegetables softened, and I brought the meal along with the chair by the fridge over to my tiny two-person table, prompting him to take a seat in front of the steaming plate. I expected him to ravenously dig in and devour every crumb, yet he refused to move a muscle, staring out the glass doors to the backyard and into the forest instead.

“I hurt.” He stumbled over his words, somberly bringing his gaze to my cocked brow. “No mean to hurt.”

Thinking back to the scuffle that seemed eons away at this point, I flashed a reassuring smile his way, explaining, “I get it, you were injured. Um, I was kind of mad at first because you broke my door and everything,” I offhandedly gestured towards the broken contraption, “but I forgive you.”

“No.” He clenched his jaw, analyzing the surface of the table as if the words he was searching for were etched on the surface. “Now. Sorry now, too.” To drive his point home, he delicately grabbed the arm not wrapped in the blanket, streaks of red decorating my wrist like a tight bracelet.

I hummed my understanding. “Ah, I told you it’s fine already,” I reassured, patting his hand.

Content at my acceptance of his makeshift apology, he began to dig into the chicken. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar taste, but he made no complaints. Anything was better than nothing, in the end.

I let him enjoy his food for a bit before asking, “Did you have a name? Something like J3?”

His eyes went back to scanning the outdoors, the sound of his chomping coming to an abrupt halt when he spotted a sad lump on the porch.

“Bud?” he inquired, the light glimmering in his irises.

The nickname stumped me, as I had difficulty imagining Hyunho or Minzy affectionately calling their experiment ‘bud’. “What are you talking about? Is that your name?”

His finger poked out to the cylindrical pile of tuna outside, then back to himself, “Bud.”

Befuddled now more than ever, I tried to laugh it off and nodded my head towards the plate again, silently advising him to continue eating.

Unfortunately, he didn’t seem too keen on evading the topic, whimpering in frustration at either my lack of understanding or his incapability of properly communicating due to the language barrier. His unending appetite was going to be put on hold for this. As he stood up, the chair behind him screeched, and he clutched on to the blanket, pulling me towards the back door.

Refusing to allow history to repeat itself, I rushed ahead to slide the hairband off and pushed the door open, allowing him to slip through. I figured that when the man drifted off to sleep tonight, I could replace the rapidly decaying tuna in hopes that my kitty would visit again.

While I was lost in thought, he undid the knot connecting the two of us and sprinted into the forest.

His back disappeared within the thickets fencing the towering maple trees and I froze in place, my jaw going slack in an ugly mixture of bafflement and betrayal, believing that he had simply taken advantage of my hospitality then ran off. Although, all attempts at making sense of the hybrid’s actions were cut short when familiar noises of horrifying, crackling sounds met my ears, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

When the underbrush twitched, leaves fluttering from the movement of an animal hidden within their cover, a sinking feeling entered my chest. And that was the moment I met the vibrant, emerald eyes that had dug their own space within my heart.

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The Day Avalor Won’t Forget- Eleteo Finale Fic

It’s finally here!!!! I cannot thank the EoA Discord enough for all the laughter and emotions shared after the Finale! Fan fic, art, and more were thrown and in the midst of it all a story began to unravel. Below is the culmination of the ideas of myself, Gus, Sushibelle, Halloweennut, and more who contributed to a silly head canon I had. Without you all, this story wouldn’t have happened and you all deserve equal credit. So without further, please enjoy! (P.S. It’s a long one!)

In the Kingdom of Avalor…

The laughter of children could be heard coming from the village square. Giggles of different tones and pitches were mixed about as soon applause joined them. 

A small puppet show’s curtain fell and the puppeteer himself stepped out in front taking a bow. 

“Armando! Tell another one!” A small child in the front said happily. 

“Yes! Please?” came another pleading voice, followed by a chorus of agreeing voices urging the man on further. 

The man, Armando, looked around at the crowd and then back at his lovely wife who motioned for him to continue with a large smile on her own face, saying she clearly wanted to see him continue as well. 

With a half sigh, Armando smiled back at the crowd, “Alright then! One more story.” He said and moved towards the back of the puppet theater stage. 

The children cheered and began to chatter amongst themselves as he prepared the next performance for them. 

“What story do you think he’ll tell next?” Asked one of the older girls, braiding flowers into her long hair. 

This made a younger girl next to her think. “Hmm, what if it’s about the Sunbirds?” She said, flapping her arms like wings. 

“Shhhh! He’s about to start!” came another voice. 

The crimson curtain began to rise and Armando’s voice rang out, “This is the story of a beautiful Queen and a powerful Wizard… The tale of a day no one in Avalor would soon forget...” 

-

Queen Elena flopped herself onto the throne in the ballroom, her crown tilting forward slightly as she did so. It had been a tiring day filled with royal documents and decrees piling up slowly on her desk. This was the side of ruling she hadn’t been looking forward to at all. But she bore it all with as much motivation as she could knowing that she had a duty to her people she had only just begun! 

Still… she could afford to take a little break and the quiet of the ballroom currently was quite relaxing to the new Queen, so much so that she began to close her eyes and breathe in deeply.

The large doors at the top of the stairs slamming open against the marble walls however ended any moment of rest she had begun to have. 

Elena jumped alarmed, turning toward the stairs where her sister now scurried frantically down to her. 

Princess Isabel looked disheveled and out of breath enough to concern her sister who stood up to meet her. 

“Isa? What’s wrong!” She said, looking her over for anything off. 

The princess groaned, cupping her cheeks, “Elena! I have a serious problem!” She stated. 

“What is it? Are you alright? Did someone do something to you?” The Queen continued questioning, taking in her sister’s demeanor, and trying to find the source of her agony. 

Isabel paused before mumbling, “Prince James… asked me to go on a… date with him…”

Elena got closer, “Prince James did what?” She asked, not fully understanding her little sister’s muttered words. 

“Prince James… ASKED ME ON A DATE.” The little princess ended up yelling in frustration, ducking her face into her hands. 

Elena was temporarily stunned. Her little sister had been asked on a date by a boy. She knew this day would come after all Isa was beautiful and smart! Isabel possessed so many amazing talents and traits that would surely one day wow someone in a different way… But she had no idea it would come so soon. She had seen them hit it off well at her Coronation and even dance, but an actual date?!

“Earth to Elena… Say something please?” Her sister said, peering out from her hands. 

“Sorry Isa, you just caught me off guard there! Wow, so Prince James huh?” The Queen said now teasingly with a wink. 

A groan from between hands confirmed that the teasing had worked. “Yes yes, now please I’m freaking out here. What do I do?” She said fully facing her sister. 

“Isa, I’m flattered truly that you’d come to me with this, but why did you come to me for this kind of advice? Why not Abuela or even Naomi? Don’t you think they’d have a little more… expertise here?” Elena said, laying a hand on her shoulder. 

Her sister looked at her confused, “What do you mean more expertise? I figured you’d know enough. I mean haven’t you and Mateo been seeing each other this whole time?” She dropped casually. 

Elena didn’t know what she had been expecting as a response, but THAT definitely hadn’t been it. It was equivalent to the feeling of freezing water pouring over her. 

“I-I… what?!” She sputtered out, eyes wide. 

“You don’t have to be shy about it, we all saw you guys dance together at your Coronation. Plus you guys basically live together here at the palace. It’s not actually a secret.” Isabel said, waving her hands around her. 

Elena still hadn’t moved an inch. 

“Did I hear that we’re talking about Elena and Mateo?” popped a blonde head from the top of the stairs also. 

Chancellor Naomi seemed almost giddy with excitement as she looked over at the two sisters. 

“I-I..” Elena continued to stutter, not being to form any coherent thoughts. 

“Oh come on Elena, it’s okay! You can totally let up on the secrecy. I think by now most of the Ever Realm has a pretty good idea of what’s going on between you to two.” Naomi said, causing Isabel to laugh a little. 

Elena however still felt like she wasn’t even breathing. 

“Um, Elena?” Asked Isabel a bit concerned when she realized her sister was still frozen in place. 

Just then one of the palace maids came by with a bucket and mop, “For what it’s worth your Highness I must say I think you both make a wonderful pair. You remind me of me and my own husband when we were young.” She said kindly with a warm smile, before continuing with her tasks. 

“W-We what?!” The Queen finally said.  

“Wait… unless there isn’t something going on… or you just really didn’t know?” Naomi suddenly responded connecting the dots with Elena’s shocked behavior. 

Inside the Queen’s mind was a jumble of emotions and thoughts threatening to flood her. Her dress wasn’t flashing different colors, but emotions flashed across her face just as clearly. 

It wasn’t until the throne behind them began to tremble did the girls realize Elena was about to burst. 

-

Across the hallway, an older woman carrying a basket overheard the topic of discussion from the opened doors of the throne room. 

One Rafa de Alva couldn’t help but listen in when she heard her son’s name mentioned and boy was she happy she did! Her son and the Queen?! How wonderful! 

Her steps became much more quick and joyful as she now moved with even more purpose to see her son. 

-

“Mateo! It’s me, your Mami!” She called down into the Master Wizard’s secret library. 

A thump and the dropping of something was heard before Mateo de Alva appeared. 

“Mom! I didn’t know you’d be visiting… Wait how did you even get in?” He said looking up at his mother skeptically. 

She smiled proudly back down to him, “That’s not important, what is that I brought you some of your favorite baked rolls!” She said holding up her woven basket. 

“Oh, thanks! I’m in the middle of working on a potion, but if you want you can come down” He said sheepishly looking back over at his half-completed potion and books. 

When he turned around Rafa had already made her way down the spiral stairs and was grinning ear to ear. 

Mateo moved to give her a hug and take the basket from her, but her unusually extra bright smile was confusing him a bit. 

“Um, thanks again Mami.” He said before turning back to his books, trying to ignore the strange vibes he was getting from his mother. Maybe she had just really missed him lately?

“You’re welcome mijo! Now, Mateo did you really think your own mother wouldn’t find out about what you’ve been up to in the palace?” She said leaning in close. 

Now Mateo was really confused. What he had been up to in the palace? What did she mean? He’d been pretty busy since the Coronation brewing new potions and working alongside both the Royal Guard and Isabel to improve and incorporate their magical defenses further.Besides that he had taken on teaching the Delgados more magic as well. He really hadn’t had much time for leisure, so what could she be meaning? 

“What do you mean?” He asked, turning around to gather a bottle of pure lavender extract. 

Rafa laughed, “Why when the wedding is!” She stated simply. 

Mateo stopped mid-pour. 

“The...what?” He said slowly to comprehend what he was hearing.

“Oh, mijo you don’t have to be so shy with your mama! I’m so happy to hear the news! The Queen of Avalor and my son?! You’re growing up so quickly!” She said with a joyful tone. 

It was at that moment that Mateo in his stunned brain fog ended up dumping the whole bottle of extract into the potion brew and the entire room erupted in a cloud of purple smoke. A small explosive sound could be heard from that side of the palace causing everyone nearby to stop what they were doing. 

-

“Let’s go over this again so I fully understand… So you were on the way here when you heard Elena and Naomi talking about… me?” Mateo said as he was still trying to wipe the purple residue off his robes and process what his mother was telling him. 

He couldn’t believe he had been so distracted he had caused a minor explosion. Luckily for his mother and him, it wasn’t anything serious beyond coloring them in purple powder. He had given several maids and royal guards a near heart attack however in the process… 

“Yes! I even overheard one of the palace attendants mention that she thought you both were a lovely pair, even reminding her of the relationship with her husband. Isn’t that so sweet?” She said, clasping her hands with a dreamy tone. 

Mateo couldn’t help but facepalm. This had to be a misunderstanding. Him and Elena? They were just very close friends… Sure they had been through a lot together and he thought she was the most amazing person in the world, but again they were just friends, even if Mateo sometimes wished they were more. Deep inside, he had a pretty good idea how he felt but he would always put Elena’s happiness and needs first, even if it meant above his own. This mentality had caused him to lock away his feelings for the better part of the past 3-4 years. 

Having now cleaned up fully, Mateo put down the rag he had been using. “I’m going to go talk to Elena.” He announced. 

Rafa beamed, blotches of purple still visible on her, “Oh of course! Can’t stay away from true love.” 

Mateo instantly blushed hard, pulling at his robe collar, and walking toward the throne room. 

-

“Alright Elena, let’s just calm down here.” Naomi said, backing away slowly from her friend. 

“Yea! We were just teasing. I’m sure not the entire realm knows!” Isabel offered in support, also slowly backing away. 

“What?!” She exclaimed as her throne began to shake and hover in the air. 

Realizing that her flurry of emotions was causing a scene yet again, she instantly closed her eyes and began to recite, “Baby Jaquins. Abuela’s Chocolates,” and more things that made her happy and relaxed. 

And yet even with all those lovely things in mind Elena still felt her breath quickening. Mateo and her?! Everyone knew apparently?! But they were just best friends?! ….Weren’t they though? The last time she had fully seen him had been her Coronation several days ago. When she had appointed him officially the Master Wizard and he had asked to be her first dance… 

She felt herself gasp lightly. Was that a sign? Was there more meaning behind it? Yes, they had danced quite a bit together in the end… but he had been dancing with Carla too? They even look quite comfortable with each other…

Her heart clenched as this new thought came with a new emotion. 

“Okay whatever you’re thinking about now, don’t!” Naomi yelled as she and Isabel observed the plants in the ballroom suddenly begin to grow violently in length, threatening to envelop the entire room they were in. 

The plant vines quickly began to reach outside the open windows and through the connecting doors, spilling out to other areas. Those outside could suddenly see vines wrap themselves around the north palace tower and began to flee in horror, wondering what kind of magical mishap or creature had been unleashed now. 

Elena could only watch on in horror, hands clasping her face. 

“Oh no no no!” She said trying to fan herself to hopefully calm down a little. 

Not even a full week into her reign as Queen and she had already lost control of her magic… again. 

-

Mateo jumped backwards just in time as a large mass of green sprung into the hallway from the throne room. 

“Woah!” He exclaimed, examining what he now realized was a plant vine moving further down the hall. 

“Elena!” He yelled realizing the source of the vines was coming from the room his mother said she was last in. 

The thought of her being in danger somehow motivated him to move and with a blasted spell, he made it through the nearly blocked doorway. 

As he looked down into the room, he was surprised to find that the only ones in the room were Elena, Isabel, and Naomi; not a malvago or creature in sight. The vines were continuing to move around, but he also took note of the hovering throne and banners flying around in a magical mess. Isabel and Naomi seemed to be trying to seek cover, but Elena was found in the center, looking around rapidly in fear. 

His eyes softened when he realized what was happening and he put his Tamborita away behind him. 

Elena’s eyes continued to flash around until they settled on him. 

“Mateo.” She simply said, some relief coming to her in seeing him. 

The vines halted their growth and expansion and the throne, along with the banners, fell to the floor. He noticed this and smiled. He knew she could handle herself; he never doubted her. He was still glad to see that he had a calming effect on her nonetheless. 

Little pitter pattering footsteps hopped behind him and soon the ever colorful Flo was standing in between the two friends. 

“You guys are getting married?! Can I be the flower girl, please?!” She squealed happily. 

Both Elena and Mateo found themselves stunned for another time again today. Caught with saucer-shaped eyes and mouths hung wide open, the room around them began to shake yet again. 

“Oh no…” Isabel said from behind a pillar. 

Mateo turned to see the movement resume before landing on Elena once more, just in time to see her flush a wild red and suddenly begin to tumble. 

He rushed forward and caught the Queen, delicately holding her in alarm, her crown tumbling from her head and rolling to a stop in front of Flo. 

No one in the room dared to move. Not even the vines. 

“Sooo… Should I take that as a no?” Flo said innocently looking at Mateo and the Queen now laying in his arms. 

-

“I can’t believe this all happened…” Elena said, flopping back onto her bed. 

Mateo moved to sit next to her cautiously, fiddling with his hands. “I’m so sorry for my mom’s gossip…” he said, feeling so guilty that this ended with Elena even fainting and the palace covered in vines still. 

She turned to look at him, “Oh Mateo, this isn’t your fault. Or your mother’s. Truth be told, what she did overhear technically happened…” 

This caused Mateo to look at her strangely. 

“Isa came to me for dating advice and she, well, she thought you and I… were a thing? And that’s where this whole mess started… Because I couldn’t handle my emotions and react properly. I’m sorry…” Elena admitted, sitting up against her pillows and avoiding eye contact in embarrassment. 

Mateo felt the rose tint fill his cheeks again. So that’s where the rumor came from. 

“I-It’s okay, really! You don’t have anything to be sorry about. It was all just a big misunderstanding.” He said, trying to contain his blush. 

“Of course… just a misunderstanding…” He heard her mumble from beside him. 

The almost disappointed tone in her voice caught his attention and despite his blushed appearance, he turned to her. Her face was lowered and she was staring at her hands. She seemed sad almost?

“Elena? It was just a misunderstanding right?” He asked carefully, not daring to insinuate something too deeply and risk their friendship. Afterall he had very firmly accepted his place in her life, as a best friend and trusted ally, and nothing more. He was content with that. Whatever made her happy, he would support her. He would be with her always. 

Her honey eyes looked up at him finally, “You know, apparently Isa wasn’t the only one that thought that? Naomi and even some of the palace staff noted our… bond. The way we danced at the Coronation and how close we are on the daily, they just took it naturally as a sign of something more. Accepted it so easily and even celebrated it…” 

He didn’t know what to say to all that. Was it really that obvious how deeply he cared for her to others? So much so that people didn’t even question it, but happily accepted it? And they thought it was mutual? 

“Mateo… Was it just all just a misunderstanding?” She finally asked him in return, a curious look on her face. 

Here it was. A moment. A door. She was asking him. Would he speak up? Would he finally pour out his feelings after years and risk their bond? Or would he deny them and keep their friendship where it was? He had spent moments wondering if he would ever get to this moment and what he would do when he did. Now it was actually here. 

While she looked at him still cautiously and hadn’t moved closer to him, he swore he could note every single tiny detail about her in this moment. She looked so vulnerable. Her eyes wide and observing him. He loved her eyes; he could stare at them forever, even now. They were the eyes of his best friend and the one person in the world that he swore knew him more than anyone else. But they were also the eyes of the newly crowned Queen. They were the eyes of someone who had been through so much and deserved to be happy. Could he face those eyes with this reality? With his truth? 

Could he really live a life without doing so?

He hesitantly reached out for her hand, Elena’s breath hitching. 

“What if… what if it wasn’t fully? What if there was some truth?” He said, leaping into the unknown. 

Elena’s face was reading a thousand emotions all at once when she whispered, “What was true…?” 

“The truth is that while we might not ‘be a thing’, the thought might have crossed my mind once or twice… or more than that. The truth is that we do have an amazing bond and I-I treasure you dearly. Dancing with you at your Coronation was one of my favorite memories… I could have danced with you all night and more if you’d let me…” He finally confessed carefully, feeling a large weight fall off his shoulders and now the fear of her reaction sinking in.  

“B-But what about Carla?” She suddenly asked, before covering her mouth embarrassed. 

“Carla? Me and her made up. We’re friends now and yes we had a great time at your Coronation, but Elena it was you that I wanted to be by all night. But it was your day, you deserved to choose what made you happy. You were so joyful and carefree that night, I didn’t want to impose myself… I’ve always just wanted you to be happy.” He replied, clasping her hands gently to steady himself as the truths made themselves known. 

She felt almost stupid for being jealous… Here he just shared his heart to her, like he had done many times before, but this time he was sharing it fully… With the fear of the unknown hanging around them. 

What would she say now?

“But… but what if you also make me happy?” She tested saying out loud. 

Mateo sat up straight as a rail. Had he heard that correctly? 

“M-Me?!” He stuttered out in disbelief. His hazel green eyes looking at her with hope. 

Her hands gripped his further, “Yes you, Mateo de Alva. You also make me happy. If I’m also honest, you make me very happy actually.” 

He swore her own beautiful eyes were shining right through him. This was definitely a moment he knew he would never be able to forget for as long as he lived. He wanted to ingrain every single second of it to memory. He never thought this would actually happen, yet fate it seemed had other plans. 

“So… where do we go from here?” He asked bashfully, leaning closer to her. He knew where he wanted it to go, but he would wait as long as she wanted if he had to. 

Elena smirked, “Wherever we want to go querido.” Taking the plunge and addressing him with a term of endearment that she had heard her mother use for her father.  

Mateo couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “Well, I guess you’ll be able to give your sister some advice after all huh?” He said back, suddenly more confident and even flirty with her. 

“Just shut up and kiss me.” The Queen said, pulling him even closer and closing her eyes. 

“Whatever you wish for my Queen.” And soon the two were locked together, the day’s chaotic events fading around them, making way for the start of something truly magical. 

-

“And so the Queen and her Wizard began their love story together that day. Their love not only fixed the magical vines, but bloomed an entire field of roses in the palace gardens. Their love still lives on strongly, for there is no greater magic than love, and the entire kingdom of Avalor knows this because of them.” The puppeteer said, having the puppets of Queen Elena and King Mateo join in a hug, surrounded by hearts, before the curtain fell down again. Marlena finished strumming the last notes of the love song she was accompanying the show with. 

Loud applause filled both of their ears as the town’s children and some passersbys stood to their feet. 

“Bravo! Bravo!” They said together and Armando couldn’t help but blush as he took his wife’s hand to bow together. 

Looking over at Marlena’s smile, he couldn’t help but feel so blessed to have his own piece of a fairy tale as well. 

-

“I love hearing that story! It’s so different getting to actually see it though right Joaquin?!” said one of the older girls in the back of the crowd.

Her large hazel eyes had a far off dreamy look to them as she played with the flowers in her wavy hair.  

Her brother however looked nearly disgusted, “Ew! As if we didn’t have to already deal with mom and dad daily Alicia…” He said crossing his arms and rolling his amber eyes remembering his parent’s constant displays of affection throughout the palace and beyond. 

She sighed, “I think it’s lovely. They are still so in love just like that day once upon a time ago...”

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His Blood Runs Gold V

Percy is a God: Part V

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it’s a quality of the gods

to see a creature with its back broken

and be unmoved.

-It’s a Quality of the Gods, Suniti Namjoshi

They raced through the ocean, stopping only briefly when the call of the sea forced Percy to pause, to listen, to aid. Jason would stand back and watch as his friend– his friend– became somehow more powerful and more human.

“Okay, I think that’s the last of the turtles.” He smiled, turning to face the demigod who was already staring.

“You ready to go?”

“Lead the way Jackson.”

A few thousand miles, passed by in a blur of blue and sand, saw them to their destination.

“This is it, 0°00'0.00" N -77°59'18.59" W. The equator.”

Night had fallen but that made no difference this far underwater. Percy drew Riptide, using the glow of the sword to illuminate the space.

“Are you sure?”

The god just gave him a look.

“Sorry, the sea makes me jumpy. I want to get out of here as soon as possible and searching in the wrong place is just going to delay us.”

“Well instead of jabbering let’s get on with it.”

With a nod, Jason drew his own gold sword and started swimming.

“We’re looking for the Arrow of Hate right?”

“Yes prophecy says, ‘Retrieve the arrow of foe but gain a scar’” The demigod recited.

“I seem to remember Annabeth telling me Eros has two arrows, one of lead and one of gold.” He mused.

“So we’re looking for something the colour of charcoal?” Jason mumbled, “Any idea how big?”

“No but I suspect it gives off some real bad vibes if it confers hate.”

“Don’t all godly weapons give off bad vibes?” Blue eyes rolled in exasperation.

Percy just snorted, and turned to a cluster of coral trees, carefully pulling the branches apart to peer in-between.

“You really think it’s gonna be this easy?” He called, using the currents to carry his voice.

“I’m just ignoring the fact that we’ve been here for a full five minutes and nothing has tried to kill us.”

He huffed a laugh, “Let’s hurry this up and keep it that way.”

“Right with you on–“

“Grace?”

“I think I found it!”

Within moments he was by the blonde’s side. Jason pointed to a glinting sliver behind a cluster of rocks.

“Well that looks like a divine object if I ever saw one.” Percy shrugged

Together they swam towards it. Jason wrapped his fingers around a jagged edge and with his other hand reached for the arrow.

An enormous, swamp green eye opened. And then a second, and third, and fourth, fifth, sixth. Too many to count. Eye after horrid, vile eye opened until there were too many to count.

“We really are foolish, aren’t we?” He whispered, letting go of the cold, smooth arrow-shaft, and releasing his grip on the rock. Not a rock. The rugged hide of whatever this thing was.

“Hope really is a fool’s choice.” Percy echoed the sentiment, staring in horror at the beast before them.

“You think we can take it?”

“I don’t think we have a choice, Grace.”

Indeed, they did not, for rising higher, higher, higher than mountains was the monster from a grown man’s nightmares.

“I have not smelt the blood of a god in many moons,” It hissed, “But I still remember the taste.”

“Listen buddy, my mom says I’m sweet and all, but I don’t actually taste like that.” Percy piped up.

“The prodigy of Poseidon. Even down here the currents have whispered your name.” Its voice sounded like the darkest parts of winter. Like the coldest parts of night.

“Truly I’m honoured mister, but I’m just helping my friend. Would you mind if we grab that little arrow from you and then we’ll be on our way?”

All the eyes turned to him, unblinking, curious, hungry.

“I do not see why,” A gaping, rotted mouth curled up, “I should give away a treasure and not get one in return.”

“That arrow does not belong to you,” Jason said.

“Nothing belongs to anyone Son of Jupiter. That is the first thing Lupa should have taught you.”

“How do you–“

“I have been around a very long-time half-blood. I see many things.”

“Don’t think you have much of a choice,” Percy mumbled.

The monster cackled, “I see why the beings of Tartarus do not like you Olympian. You are much too quick in wits for their puny brains to keep up.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying. Thank you!” Percy flung up his arms, “At least someone gets me. Jason, I like this one can we keep it?”

“You can do whatever you want, I just need the arrow.”

“What is your name?” The demigod asked.

Ah so they were going with the distraction tactic.

“I am older than language itself half-blood. You could not pronounce my birthright.” Its glee was the edge of a serrated sword.

Percy inched around, slowly, steadily, and hoped the monster kept all its eyes firmly on Jason.

“You old monsters always tell me that but in the end you all bleed the same.”

With a lunge, as quick and vicious as a snake, the god grabbed the arrow and yanked. In his hands the metal glowed, radiating power– horrible, ancient power.

“Jason I got it, let’s go!”

But when Percy turned to his friend once more, the breath tore from his lungs.

“Let him go.”  That voice was ice, it was death, it was destruction, it was God.

“Or what Son of Poseidon?” The creature sneered, squeezing the demigod just a little tighter between its short, ragged limbs.

Jason gasped, writhing and squirming to get loose. His sword lay far below, a gold speck of light.

“Did you really think your meek attempt at distraction would work? My eyes miss nothing.”

Percy didn’t deign to give it a reply, instead summoning everything within him.

“Let. Him. Go.” It was a final caution, a last chance for surrender.

The creature grinned. Percy erupted.

He slammed ropes of water into the body of the monster, whips that should have blinded those disgusting eyes. The water bounced off, recoiled from the gleam in all those pupils.

The God growled and cleaved a hole in the ocean. Suddenly they were surrounded by nothing. A dome of water hovered over them but not a drop touched their skin.

The monster laughed, “That little trick may have worked on my weak cousin, stupid Ketos, but it will not work on me Percy Jackson. I have survived all manner of life. The oceans were not always so deep.”

“What are you?” He breathed, slamming the sea back together. His anger froze the world around him.

“You are very powerful,” It said, staring at the ice that surrounded them.

“What are you?” The god repeated, and it was savagery that glittered in his ocean eyes.

“I am your worst nightmare.” That sickening smile again.

Jason had stopped moving. They noticed at the same time, turning to look at the demigod. He was limp, golden skin leeched of colour, electric blue eyes closed, closed, closed.

“The poison must have worked.”

Percy looked up, looked straight into the monster, “The what?”

“Oh, you did not know?” It taunted, “My skin is poison, blessed by the goddess of misery herself. It protects my eyes. It has been very useful these long years.”

He had tasted fear like a metallic tinge coating his tongue. He had felt anger like lava under his skin. He had even experienced true sadness like a greyed canvas of life. But never, never had he felt the complete lack of emotions. The world was so quiet. So dull, muted. There was nothing. There was no-one.

“Do not worry Son of Poseidon, your friend has lived a good life.”

He smiled. The monster did not smile back.

“You keep calling me that,” The God said, “But you do not remember who Poseidon is, what he can do.”

A thousand eyes blinked. Widened at the gleam in his own sea-green eyes. Percy Jackson slammed his hands onto the rock-made skin and laughed.

For a split second there was a complete absence of sound, and then… BOOM. The Son of Poseidon started an earthquake.

The monster screamed; its body split, cracked, exploded. The roar of pain and despair was music to the god’s ears. He grinned, wicked and wild as pieces of shrapnel ripped off it, as they pierced everything, drawing foul black blood.

And when all that was left of the creature was dust and debris, Percy willed the ocean to scatter the remains.

Everything came back into sharp focus all at once. Jason. A broken noise escaped him as he dove for the unmoving body on the ocean floor.

It didn’t matter.

Jason Grace was dead.

The roar the god let loose, could be heard from the heavens.

It was not grief. It was a warning.

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[Prinxiety] Closer

Or at least, mainly Prinxiety

Pairing(s)?: romantic Prinxiety, romantic Moceit, romantic Intrulogical

Started: August 11th, 2019, 1:48 AM

Finished: August 18th, 2019, 9:18 AM

Word Count: 1146 Words

Summary: Everyone needs a bit of love sometimes.

Warnings: Touch starved, a bit of swearing

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Virgil didn’t want affection or love.

He didn’t yearn for it each and every night.

He didn’t wish someone would come and cuddle up to him as Patton would whenever Deceit tried to convince himself that others found his scaly side disgusting and monstrous.

He didn’t want someone to hold his hand and help ground him as Logan did for Remus whenever he got a bit too carried away.

He didn’t need someone to cheer him up and drag him away from his room to socialize like Remus did whenever Logan started to overwork

He didn’t want someone to tell him everything would be alright like Deceit told Patton whenever it was a sadder day for the moral side.

That’s what the anxiety-filled side lead everyone to believe, that is.

But oh, how they couldn’t be more wrong. Virgil couldn’t blame the three light sides for thinking that for multiple reasons. It was his fault for being so defensive and closed off before he had first been accepted into the group, giving off the vibe that you shouldn’t even so much as think of touching him. He hadn’t meant to, it was just an act so he could do his job better, but still, what could he do about it now? What’s done is done.

Currently, Virgil was sitting on the couch of the main room, arms curled around himself in a hug as he stared at the screen in front of him. It was movie night, the best night of the week. Or, at least, it used to be for the anxious side, until his touch starvation decided to be a bitch and ruin everything. They were all watching The Princess and The Frog, as per Deceit’s suggestion and Roman’s support of the pick. It was a good movie, Virgil would admit, but he could barely focus on it with everything going on around him.

Remus and Logan were sitting next to each another on the opposite side of the couch, their hands interlocked and shoulders pressed against each another’s. It was barely noticeable, and Virgil probably wouldn’t even be thinking too much about it if it weren’t for the situation he was in.

But Deceit and Patton?

He could barely tear his eyes that were ridden with a need for affection away from them.

Patton was snuggled up to a perfectly content Deceit, soundly sleeping as the snake side played with his hair. The father figure had his freckled arms wrapped Deceit’s waist, his hands curled into the fabric of his clothes as his head rested on his boyfriend’s lap. Though his one hand was already taken by Patton’s head of short curly hair, it didn’t stop his other ungloved hand from tracing circles into his lover’s back.

It was almost too much for Virgil to handle. He wanted to scream and shout that he was here. That he wanted attention and affection too. But he wouldn’t. His pride forbid him from doing so, even though not too far away from him, sat Roman, his hand just inches away from his own. His heart quickened. He didn’t just want anyone’s love, he wanted Princy’s. Maybe that’s what kept him from reaching out to anyone, figuratively and physically.

The younger side couldn’t even remember the last time someone had given him a hug or held his hand, or anything of the sort when he wasn’t having a panic attack. The anxious side could barely begin to start to remember what it had felt like. He craved it so much, it hurt.

He wanted to be hugged. He wanted any kind of physical contact. Virgil wanted it so bad that he felt like his head was spinning just looking at others get what he oh so longed for.

After a few moments of staring longingly at Deceit and Patton, the darker side felt his back pocket buzz. Silently pulling out his phone, he forced his gaze away from the couple, expecting to see a Tumblr notification, but instead, found a text from... Roman..? Why was he texting him? He was literally less than three feet away from him. Unlocking the purple cased phone, Virgil looked to his private messages with the prince sitting beside him.

prince ramen🍜👑: Hey, Dr. Gloom, are you ok? You’re staring over at Padre and Snakey McSnakerson like they offended your entire family before murdering them right in front of you lol

Was it really that obvious he was that upset? And was he really shooting that type of look at them? He hadn’t meant to. He was just so, well, starved of touch. It must be affecting him more then he thought. Taking a quiet deep breath, he replied, making their conversation continue.

😈Stormy Night🌩: oops, yeah i’m good.

😈Stormy Night🌩: just a bit jealous i guess, haha. why did you text me btw, i’m right beside you

prince ramen🍜👑: Jealous? Of what? And because I don’t want to disturb anyone with talking.

😈Stormy Night🌩: it’s nothing.

prince ramen🍜👑: If it was nothing, you wouldn’t be jealous, Emo Nightmare.

😈Stormy Night🌩: listen, just drop it, okay? it’s not important.

Without waiting for a reply, Virgil put his phone down, using all his willpower to stare at the screen and not at Remus’ and Logan’s interlocked hands. He brought his knees to his head, resting his head on as well as wrapping his arms around them so he could curl into a small ball. If only hugging himself would work to satisfy his need for physical contact.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm. It sent a wave of warmth through his entire body. The anxious side turned his head to see Roman sitting beside him, giving him a concerned look. “Are you okay?” He asked again in a hushed tone, his voice unusually soft and gentle. Virgil hesitated, before shaking his head. “...No. No, I’m not.” He replied, equally as quiet.

For a few moments, the two simply stared into one another’s eyes. And just like that, Anxiety knew Creativity understood what he wanted.

“Lonely?” The prince asked.

Virgil nodded.

“...do you want to cuddle?” He suggested. Virgil nodded again, moving to press against him, even more warmth flooding his senses. Roman wrapped his arms around the younger side, pulling him in close and laying his head on his chest.

Virgil’s head on Roman’s chest,

His arms wrapped around him,

The sound of Roman’s heartbeat...

God, how he needed that.

Soon, Virgil fell asleep to that sound, a content smile on his face. He had a feeling he would never, ever have to go another day without a hug or a simple hand to hold if he ever wanted it. Roman smiled down at him, pressing a kiss to the top of the smaller, sleeping side’s forehead. “Sleep well, my dark and stormy knight.” He whispered. “..I love you.”

[colbybrocksmolder]

Never Have I Ever Had A Threesome - Colby Brock x Reader x Jake Webber (smut) [PART 1/3]

"Y/n!” Colby yelled, walking into his apartment and chucking his things on the counter, Jake following him in and diving onto the couch. When you didn’t respond, he yelled again. “Y/n?”

“Is she at Sam’s?” Jake asked, scrolling through the trending page on YouTube to try and figure out what the fuck he was going to record tonight. He had gone out of town after his breakup and completely put off recording and he was about to hit a week with no video.

“I don’t think so” Colby answered, checking his bedroom and the balcony. “Her shit is still all here.”

“Check your loft” Jake suggested. “Remember she used to climb up in the one at your parents house all the time.”

You had known Jake, Sam, and Colby for years. You were always the closest to Colby, but you guys just vibed. Sam used to call you soul siblings. You always loved the same music, style, authors…pretty much everything. You were drawn to the same people…Sometimes if felt like you were reading each other’s minds. You’d never really dated, but you’d had your fair share of “comforting” each other. At least that’s what you called it. That was another thing you had in common. You weren’t afraid of your sexuality. You’d shared more than one “I want to try something, but I want to try it with someone I trust” nights. Honestly, Jake and Sam had talked about the two of you more than once. They were still convinced, to this day, that you were somehow TOGETHER together. Or secretly in love with each other.

“Oh shit, you’re right. But why wouldn’t she be answering?” he asked as he ran up the stairs. “Y/n?”

There you were. Bundled up in one of Colby’s baggier sweatshirts, headphones in, Colby’s stuffed koala in your arms…You’d dragged his big fluffy blanket up there to take a nap and had slept longer than you originally planned.

“Jake” Colby whisper yelled. “Chuck me my phone”

“Is she asleep?” Jake asked, grabbing Colby’s phone and running up the stairs. “Awww, I miss her. I’m glad she’s here.” He handed the phone to Colby.

“She’s staying, too.” Colby told him, squatting down on one knee to take a picture of you.

“What!?” Jake asked excitedly. “When is she moving out here?”

“We’ll go back and get her shit from her mom’s place soon. I talked her into it last night.” Colby answered, smiling down at your sleeping form. “I fucking missed her, dude.”

“Is she getting her own place?” Jake asked.

“Nah, she’ll just move in with me until the lease is up and then she’ll probably move to whatever house we end up getting.” Colby answered matter-of-factly, knowing neither Sam nor Jake would ever have an issue with her being around.

“Bro. I feel like we’re getting the band back together.” Jake laughed.

Colby moved to lay by you, scooting against you. “Y/n” he said your name, pulling your headphones out of your ears. “Wake up, sleepy head.” He leaned forward and kissed your cheek. “We need to record a video for Jake.”

When you didn’t budge, Jake started teasing you. “Y/n! I’m gonna lick your face if you don’t wake up!”

Your eyes popped open, Colby’s face just inches from yours. You gave him a confused look. “Did I just dream that or did Jake jus…” Jake interrupted you, making slurpy noises with his mouth. “Not a dream” you laughed, moving to get up.

“We should just play Never Have I Ever” Jake said, heading back downstairs.

“What?” you asked, confused as to why he so casually suggested that.

Colby laughed, “he needs to record a video tonight.”

“Oooooh. That makes more sense.” You moved to wipe the sleep from your eyes. “Let me shower really quick and I’ll help you guys with the video.”

Before you could walk past him, Colby pulled you into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re staying.”

“Me too. I’m anxious and worried, but I fucking missed you guys so much.” You answered, leaning up to kiss Colby’s lips.

“I told Jake, btw. He’s stoked.” Colby answered, letting go of you and following you down the stairs.

“How do you feel about me staying around here and annoying you all the time?” You teased Jake, walking up behind him and jumping on his back.

“Hey, you only annoy me when you eat all the Cheetos and don’t tell me we need to get more. I take my snacks very seriously.” He joked, spinning around in circles in the living room.

You pressed multiple kisses to Jake’s cheek and hopped off of his back. “I’ll be out in like 15 minutes, boys.”

Jake dropped down next to Colby on the couch, staring over at one of his best friends. “You’ve gotta let me in, man.”

“What?” Colby laughed, locking his phone and setting it on the coffee table.

“You two are definitely more than friends but you just genuinely smiled over at us when she was kissing me half an inch from my lips.” Jake sat there with a ‘duh’ look on his face.

“Jake” Colby leaned in, making sure to make eye contact. “She’s allowed to do whatever she wants. We’re not dating. We’re not boyfriend/girlfriend. I promise.”

“You guys are so confusing, like…why aren’t you actually together? You literally make more sense than Sam and Kat. WAY more sense than Tara and I ever made.” Colby went to speak, but Jake kept going. “Or OR if you ARE together, how are you so chill with how flirty and touchy feely she is with us?”

Colby could tell this wasn’t just about him and Y/n. He was still upset about Tara. Colby scooted closer to his friend and pulled him into a hug, Jake collapsing against Colby. “You’re gonna get over her. I promise.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” He answered.

“Believe me, Jake. You’re gonna find someone that really loves you for you.” Colby reassured him, his arms still tightly around his friend. “Who wouldn’t love you? Tara is stupid. You’re one of the best people I know.”

“Thanks, man.” Jake sat thinking for a minute. “I just don’t get why you guys don’t see it” he continued. “You guys are like two halves that fit perfectly together.”

Colby pulled back, letting go of Jake and looking at him. “Sometimes I think that” he admitted. “I do. And if that girl told me I was the one she wanted to spend forever with, I’d drop everything to make it happen. But I don’t think I am. And I really am happy to be in her life however she wants me to be. I’m in no rush to make my forever plans.”

“I knew it. I fucking knew it! I knew you had to be like secretly in love with each other. I just told Sam I thought….” Jake was interrupted.

“You can’t tell Sam shit. Sam will talk to her about it and I don’t want that. I just want to fly to Kansas and drive back with all of her shit and live here happily with one of my best friends that I’ve been missing.” Colby sounded firm. “Agreed?”

Yeah, Colby had yelled at Jake before, but he’d never seen him get SERIOUS serious about pretty much anything. “Yeah, man. No worries.”

Colby nodded, pulling Jake back into a hug. “Thanks, man.”

“I won’t tell Sam, but I think you’re stupid as fuck for not telling her.” Jake laughed.

Colby and Jake decided that they’d play the alcoholic version of Never have I ever. You either answer and tell the story or choose not to answer and take a shot. On the whole, the three of you were pretty open people, but you definitely threw some questions in that you guys knew no one would want to answer. As the last question came up, Jake said “Never have I ever had a threesome!”

You and Colby looked at each other, wide-eyed and smiling. “Give me a shot” you said, reaching for the bottle of Jack.

“Me too” Colby said, downing a shot right after you.

Jake, a little tipsy, bust out laughing. “Well guys, turns out all my friends are hoes” Jake shook his head. “Thanks for watching! Make sure to check out these two down in the description. I think we finally convinced this one to start a channel” Jake side tackled you on the couch. “I’ll see you guys next week!” He yelled.

Colby ran at the camera with his hand to cover the lens at the end of the outro, laughing and turning it off. “Jake did us dirty” he said, walking back to the couch.

“How was I supposed to know both of you were sex crazed maniacs” He laughed, teasing you.

“Oh like you’re an innocent boy” you scoffed, pulling up your Postmates app.

“Hey, I never said that.” Jake laughed. “I want foooood”

“Well, here.” You said, climbing in his lap. “These are the places that are open still” you scrolled through the list in your Postmates app.

Jake wasn’t paying attention to you. He was looking over at Colby who was standing in the kitchen, massive grin on his face. *These two are so confusing* Jake thought to himself, finally looking down at your phone screen.

“Colby, come help pick” you said, letting Jake take your phone from you.

Colby couldn’t stop smiling. He thought the scene in front of him was adorable. You were sat on Jake’s lap, playing with the bracelets on one of Jake’s wrists while he scrolled through food options. Your faces were close so you could both see the screen. Two of the people he loved most on this planet. One was enviably confident and the most loving person he’d ever met and the other was currently heartbroken and in need of love. To Colby, it made sense. He walked to the couch, laying down so his head was laying in your lap…or laps, I guess. “You know what I like. Just order me something from wherever you two pick.”

You grabbed the phone back from Jake, adding yours and Colby’s order to the restaurant he had picked. “If you don’t like what I got you we can switch” you said, reaching down to play with Colby’s hair.

Jake laughed. “If Sam walked in here right now, he’d wonder what the fuck we were doing.” He looked at all of the open seating that wasn’t being used because the three of you were practically on top of each other.

“It’s not my fault Sam is stingy with his cuddles” Colby replied.

“Psshhh, like I didn’t used to catch you two cuddling when I’d go in to wake you up” you laughed, resting your hand on his chest.

“Let me rephrase” Colby chuckled. “It’s not my fault Sam is stingy with his cuddles when he’s awake and sober.”

The three of you laughed and you rested your head against Jake’s chest. “I need to figure out when I’m gonna go get my stuff.” You thought out loud, just passing the time until your food got there.

“WE’LL fly out there sometime in the next week or so and just rent a little moving truck and drive back” Colby said, making sure you knew he wasn’t letting you do it alone.

“I CAN do things for myself, Colby. You’re already not letting me pay you rent.” You complained, more for the principle of the matter than actually being mad Colby made decisions for you.

“Y/n” Jake said, wrapping his arms around you. “You should know by now that none of us really volunteer to do shit we don’t actually want to do.”

You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing. “I love you guys.”

“That’s a relief” Colby snarked, getting up to get the door that was being knocked on.

You could feel Jake’s body bounce with his laugh. “I’m seriously so happy you’re going to be around again” he said. “It’s like perfect timing.”

You sat up to look at Jake. “I’m sorry about Tara.”

“Don’t be” Jake smiled. “If it wasn’t meant to be, I’m glad it’s over. It would have sucked worse to waste more time on it.”

“You’re going to make someone very happy one day, babe” you pecked his lips with a quick kiss and hopped off his lap to go grab the food that had just been delivered.

“Jake!” Colby called from the kitchen, “come eat!”

When Jake walked into the kitchen, he saw you and Colby whispering to each other, but he couldn’t tell what you were talking about.

“I think it would be good for him” you whispered to Colby.

Colby smiled down at you, his hand reaching up to push your hair out of your eyes. “I agree and I think he’d be down” he replied.

“Okay, but YOU have to be the one to talk to him” you said. “I don’t know if he knows how *comfortable* you are with him, if you know what I mean.”

“Don’t worry” he said, leaning down a bit to kiss you. “We have a pretty touchy feely friendship, Y/n” he laughed.

“You two don’t look hella sus or anything” Jake snarked, grabbing his food.

“Oh, you wish you knew what we were talking about, brother” Colby smirked at him. He grabbed his food and kissed Jake on the cheek, the two of you moving to the living room to eat.

“I forgot how weird you two get when you’re around each other all the time” Jake laughed, sitting between the two of you on the couch.

After you had finished eating and finished watching the movie you had put on, Colby looked over at you and then to Jake. You knew he was going to ease into what could be the rest of your night. Colby leaned his head on Jake’s shoulder, not saying anything. He just let his weight fall against his friend. You took Jake’s other arm and put it around your shoulders so you could snuggle into his other side.

“Aww” Jake quietly said. “I feel loved” he chuckled a bit.

“That’s the point” Colby said, once again kissing Jake’s cheek.

“We do love you, Jake” you added, putting your hand on his thigh.

“Stay with us tonight” Colby whispered to his friend, his lips grazing Jake’s ear.

Jake looked over and stared at Colby with parted lips, an almost vulnerable look on his face. “Wait…you…am I reading this wrong?” Jake’s eyes dropped to Colby’s lips for a second before moving back to stare into his blue gaze.

You moved to straddle Jake’s lap, hiding your face in his neck. “You’ve got all the control, Jake” you said, pressing your lips to his neck.

Colby put his hands on either side of Jake’s face. “She’s right” Colby said, his eyes dropping to stare at Jake’s lips. “What happens is up to you.”

“This is real?” Jake asked, not exactly in the trusting mood after his break-up. “Please don’t fuck with me” he said in an almost sad whisper.

Colby leaned forward and pressed a soft and slow kiss to Jake’s full lips, you sat up and watched as Jake relaxed into Colby’s touch. “We’d never fuck with you like that, Jake” you assured him.

Colby pulled back from the kiss and stood up. He started cleaning up the dinner trash. “Are you gonna stay with us?” he asked, walking to the kitchen. He wanted to give Jake room to think.

Jake looked at you, his cheeks flushed pink. “Awww, you liked it” you teased, pressing kisses to Jake’s cheeks. “Colby, you made him blush” you called out. You could hear Colby laugh from the kitchen.

“Colby!” Jake called out, his hands moving to gently rest at your waist.

Colby walked back into the living room, standing behind where you were still straddling Jake’s lap. “Yes, Jake” Colby smirked down at him.

“What we talked about earlier…” Jake said, his eyes dropping to meet yours for half a second before looking back up at Colby. “Are you sure?”

Colby leaned down from behind you and pulled Jake into a quick, but rougher kiss. “Very” he said, walking back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up.

Jake looked at you and pulled you into a kiss, his hands pulling you closer against his body. “Wait” Jake broke the kiss. “I assume your threesome answer earlier meant you’ve had one together?” he laughed.

“maybe” you blushed, hiding your face in Jake’s neck.

“Aww she’s embarrassed.” Colby laughed. “You weren’t so shy about it when Nate had you…”

“NATE Nate?” Jake threw his head back laughing, interrupting Colby. “Yeah, I could see that.”

“Hey!” you hopped off Jake’s lap, walking up to Colby. “I spent half of that night watching Nate walk you through your first…”

“Babe!” Colby threw you over his shoulder laughing, interrupting you. He started walking towards his bedroom. “You coming?” he turned and smiled at Jake, continuing forward and flipping you down onto the bed in front of him.

“Hey! I like that story.” you pouted, reaching up to pull Colby into a kiss. You then ran your thumb over his bottom lip. “Seeing these pouty lips wrapped around Nate was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life.” you said, pulling his lips back to yours.

You guys watched Jake hesitate at the door. “I think you should go get our boy” Colby said, pulling you to your feet.

Grabbing Jake’s hands, you turned the two of you and started pushing him into the room. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips to yours, you slowly backed him up into Colby. “You’ve gotta talk to us, babe.” You removed your arms from around him so Colby could pull Jake’s shirt up over his head, tossing it to the floor.

“I don’t know what to say” Jake blushed, tipping his head to the side when he felt Colby’s mouth teasing the skin of his neck. Jake moaned Colby’s name

“We need to know you feel safe” Colby said, wrapping his arms around Jake and continuing to leave kisses across his skin.

Your fingers started undoing Jake’s pants, watching the two boys. “God, you two are gorgeous” you quietly said, moving Jake’s jeans to fall around his ankles.

“I feel safe” Jake stuttered out, his hands reaching out for you without pulling away from Colby. “I don’t like that I’m the only one getting naked though.” His hands tugged at your shirt.

“Don’t worry, we’ll join you soon.” Colby laughed, his hand slipping further down Jake’s torso to cup him through his boxers. “I think he likes us, y/n” Colby teased, feeling Jake harden beneath his palm.

Jake groaned, dropping his head back to rest against Colby’s shoulder. You quickly stripped out of your jeans and top, dropping to your knees in front of him. “Jake” you said, running your hands up and down his thighs.

“Oh fuck” Jake’s head flew forward, his eyes staring into yours.

Colby pushed Jake’s boxers down over his erection. “Can I touch you?” Colby whispered into Jake’s ear, his fingers grazing the skin of his lower abdomen while you pulled his boxers the rest of the way down.

“Please” Jake almost whined.

“Ooo, so polite” Colby teased, circling Jake’s hardness in his hand and stroking him at an almost painfully slow pace.

“Baby, it’s my turn” you said, moving Colby’s hands. Firmly holding the base of Jake in your hand, you wet your lips and slid the rest of his length into your mouth.

Colby moved out from behind Jake and stripped out of all of his clothes. “Y/n” Jake moaned, his fingers tangling with your hair as you quickened your pace.

“You don’t want to end this too soon” Colby scolded.

Jake reached down and pulled you to stand, connecting your lips. “I want to taste you” he said between kisses, pushing you towards the bed.

Colby was already on the bed and he pulled you down to lay your back against his chest, his hands fiddling with your bra until he got what he wanted and it was discarded on the floor with the rest of the boy’s clothes. Jake did the same with your underwear. “I bet you can’t wait, y/n” Colby teased you, his fingers moving to play with your nipples. “I bet you’re already soaked just thinking about Jake’s mouth on you.”

Jake moved to kneel between your legs, his strong hands holding your knees apart as he left wet open mouth kisses down your inner thighs. He looked up to see your body sprawled across Colby’s naked form, your eyes shut and your cheeks rosy. His thumb teased your clit, moving effortlessly between your wet folds.

“Don’t tease me” you cried out, moving to close your legs because of the too-light pressure.

“No you don’t, baby girl” Colby said, using his legs to hook around yours and keep them open. Your body fully exposed for Jake.

Your eyes flew open and you started down at Jake, seeing the grin on his face. “Please” you begged, the light touches just weren’t enough.

Jake removed his thumb, sliding two fingers into your heat. “I just can’t say no to you when you look so needy” he laughed, dipping down to swirl his tongue around the sensitive bit of flesh. “So sweet” he said, lapping at and sucking on your clit.

As you neared your orgasm, you couldn’t help but moan Jake’s name. “God, I love watching you fall apart” Colby said, his hand moving to rest against the front of your throat.

Jake looked up to see Colby lightly squeeze his ring clad fingers around your throat and groaned, the vibrations moving through you and pushing you over the edge of your climax. “Holy fuck” Jake said, staring at you and Colby.

“Tease her” Colby told Jake, still holding you down.

Jake dipped his mouth to suck you back into his mouth. “Aahhh” you cried out, your nerves being overstimulated and still too sensitive. “Jake!” you tried moving away from his mouth, but you were at their mercy.

“Keep going” Colby said, knowing you’d be falling apart again in just a few seconds. When he knew you were right on the edge of your second orgasm, he tightened his hand, momentarily stealing your breath from you. “Jake”

You felt your second orgasm flood through you. Your body felt like it was floating and you couldn’t hear anything but your heart beat.

Jake and Colby watched you fall apart all over again. Colby let go of your throat and released your legs, letting you relax back against his body as you slowly came down from your intense high. Jake crawled up next to where the two of you were laying. He traced patterns into the skin of your stomach and thigh while he waited for you to ‘come to’. When your eyes fluttered open, he leaned in and kissed you.

“You two are evil” you smiled against Jake’s lips.

“You loved it and you know it” Colby smirked, letting you climb off of him. He moved to lay down on the other side of Jake. “I think Jake deserves a reward for being so good to you” He said, pulling the boy into a rough kiss.

You reached for the bedside table to grab a condom. You opened it and rolled it onto Jake. “I think you just want to watch us because it gets you off” you teased him, moving to straddle Jake.

“Guilty as charged” Colby said, moving to suck a mark near Jake’s collarbone.

“You beautiful possessive boy” you smiled, sinking down onto Jake’s girth.

“Jesus fuck” Jake moaned, caught off guard. His hips started to move with you, meeting your bounces with his thrusts.

“He’s so pretty when he moans” Colby said to you, kissing down Jake’s chest and sucking one of his nipples between his lips.

Jake moved his hand to the back of Colby’s head, a silent invitation to keep going. “I think he likes that” you said, moaning when Jake thrust up into you a little harder. “He definitely likes it”

“We’re learning all sorts of stuff about you today” Colby said, biting down on Jake’s nipple before moving to the other one.

“I’m close” Jake mumbled out, throwing his head back against the pillow when Colby roughly bit down on his other nipple.

Colby climbed off of the bed and grabbed another condom, watching Jake’s thrusts falter. As he rolled the condom on himself, he heard Jake cry out. The look on his face, pure bliss.

Colby moved to straddle Jake behind you, pushing you forward to lean over Jake’s body on your hands and knees. “My turn, baby girl” he said, thrusting fully into you in one go.

Jake pulled you into a kiss, his hands playing with your breasts. You could feel Colby angle his hips to aim at that specific spot inside you. “Fuck, Colby. Right there.” You cried out.

“You are literally dripping wet, y/n” Colby said in his low sexy voice. Colby was always a talker in bed. He liked having power over you and you were a sucker for everything that boy did. “I know you love letting us use your body, baby” he said, his hands moving to grip your hips as he thrust harder, aiming for that spot.

“Colby” you moaned, your body falling to partially lean on Jake.

“Touch yourself, Y/n” Colby told you in a firm voice. “I know you can come again.”

You reached your fingers back between your legs, deciding to tease Colby first. You reached past yourself to gently grab Colby’s balls, massaging them in your hand. His thrusts stopped, himself buried balls deep in you with a grunt. “What’s wrong baby?” you asked.

“Is that what I told you to do?” Colby asked, his hand landing in a hard slap on your ass before you could answer.

“Jesus” Jake said, seeing a side of Colby he had never witnessed before. “If you two go on much longer I’ll be ready for round two” he said, seeing Colby continue to thrust into you from behind.

“Don’t worry, we’ll all get a round two in a few hours, right y/n?” Colby asked, slapping your ass again.

“Fuck yes” you moaned, sliding your fingers between your folds and pushing yourself towards your third climax of the night.

“I can feel you close, baby” Colby said, his thrusts getting sloppy as he was almost there with you. You clenched down onto Colby’s girth as ripples of pleasure worked their way through your body. “Y/n” Colby called out, filling the condom with a few more thrusts.

Colby stayed on his knees with his hands on your hips for a moment as he gained his composure. He reached down to remove Jake’s condom as well as his own and left the bedroom to throw them away. Your body collapsed onto Jake’s.

When Colby came back in the room, he couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at the two of you. You both looked exhausted and happy. “Come on, you two.” He said, bending down to kiss you both one after the other. “Scoot that way, y/n” he instructed.

You ended up on your side with your back pressed to Jake’s front, his arms holding you tight to him. Colby slid into the bed and wrapped his arms around Jake from behind, pulling a blanket over the three of you. “Guys?” Jake whispered, nervous you had already fallen asleep.

“You okay?” Colby sleepily asked, nuzzling his face into Jake’s hair.

“I just wanted to say thank you.” Jake shyly let out.

“You don’t need to thank us, babe” you said, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah, you’re always welcome here.” Colby said, the three of you drifting off to sleep.

[robinrunsfiction]

Consider..Demon!Gerard (he’s such a sweetheart,,calls herbsugar,,darling-also super shady tho)finds the reader dying (mugged maybe?)And brings her back to life(the afterlife??)she lives with him now because thats what happens when a demon saves u ig?Anyways theyre kinda falling in love,,she falls asleep on him on the couch one night,,the next night what do u know things happen and things are said and they end up making out in their underwear in her room,, suuper fluffy,, they fall asleep

Have You Heard the News That You’re Dead?

Pairing: Demon!Gerard Way x Female ReaderRating: TeenRequested By: AnonWord Count: ~2,400Author’s Note: Hi, my name is Robin and I am physically incapable of writing a short story, but this is super super late so I hope that makes up for it! I use the prompt “Everyone has a guardian angel except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective.” from @writing-prompt-s as my guide for this one. Also TW: for mentions of death, but if you didn’t get that from the ask, I can’t help you.

You always knew you were different. You could tell the vibe you gave off wasdifferent of that of everyone else. Dogs growled or ran away when you walkeddown the street. Old ladies would clutch their pearls. If it hadn’t been likethat for as long as you could remember, it would be alarming to say the least.What you weren’t aware of was the fact that most people had a guardian angellooking out for them, and you had a guardian demon.

That’s not to say it made you a bad person, you just had a different way of moving through life. Sure trouble found you more often than others, but you were still having a hell of a good time. That is until the night you stumbled alone out of that bar in a drunken stupor. You’d be fine you reasoned. You were always fine. Until that guy with a knife appeared and you didn’t have any money left to give him and that answer angered him, and then you were bleeding on the ground.

The last thing you saw was a man with black eyes and black hair and a pale face running up, muttering obscenities under his breath, clearly panicked. All youcould wonder was why there was no one to look out for you at that moment.

~

You woke up in a bed that wasn’t familiar in a room you’d never seen. You sat upand saw your shirt still had the hole from where you’d been stabbed, but yourskin was unbroken underneath. You had been certain you were dying on that street. Was this some kind of weird hospital? Had you been in a coma for years? What was going on?

You got out of the bed and moved quietly toward the door. As you wandered down the dark hallway, you could hear music playing. Following the sound, you found yourself in a living room, where someone, a man with black hair, sat with his back to you.

“‘Scuse me,” you started and he turned to look at you with those same black eyes you saw when you were on the street. “What the fuck?” you gasped asyou backed away. “Where am I? Where did you take me?” You demanded.

He sat down the book he was reading and strode over to you. “My name isGerard. I’m your guardian demon and for the sake of honesty, its my fault you’redead.”

“I’m dead?!” You shrieked. “Demon? Am I in hell?!”

“Not exactly. You’re at my place, which dimensionally speaking, is earth-adjacent… on the hell side. Come sit down, I’ll explain everything.”

“No! I wanna go home!”

Gerard winced. “That’s the thing sugar, this is your home now.”

Gerard had to rush to help you sit down, as your legs seemingly were not working at the moment and you looked like you were about to collapse.

“You see,” he started once you were seated, “most of you humans have guardian angels. A few of you lucky ones get us, guardian demons.”

“How is that lucky? I’m doomed to hell before I even get a crack at life?” Youargued.

“Oh you aren’t doomed, you’re destined to become a demon as well. Knowing you guarding another luck human soul until its time they join our ranks.”

“Then what am I doing here?”

“You weren’t supposed to be dead yet. I fucked up.”

“Shocker.”

Gerard descended upon you, his face inches from yours. “Oh sugar, didn’t I dowell for the last however many years? Didn’t you have a life anyone could wishfor?”

You didn’t know how to respond, so you just swallowed thickly.

“I thought so,” he said righting himself. “Besides, my duty to you is not relieved now that you are deceased. We need to keep you hidden here so management doesn’t know that I-”

“Fucked up and let me die.”

Gerard glared down at you. “Exactly. But don’t worry sugar, I intend to keeptaking the best care of you. I promise you that.”

Despite Gerard’s explanation of events you still weren’t totally convinced he wasn’t full of shit. That was until he left you alone in the living area for a whileand you snuck over to the window to look out.

His apartment was a couple stories up on a busy street. But instead of the usualbustle of cars and people there were what could only be described as creatures.

Sure some of them, like Gerard, looked human, save for the black eyes, or horns sticking out of their hair. Some looked like something you’d read about in ahorror novel. You watched wide eyed as they passed along the sidewalk belowyou, going about their demonic business.

“Believe me now?” Gerard asked, startling you away from the window.

“Sure,” you said sitting down again. It was all too much to take. “But what am Igonna until my destined death day?”

“Think of it as if its one of those days you called out sick from work so you couldsit and watch hours of TV.”

“I’m doomed to watch Judge Judy and Maury forever?! I mean one day is fine, but for eternity?!”

“No, anything you want to watch, read, listen to, its all at your disposal,” heexplained.

“Will I need to do live human stuff like… eat or sleep again?”

“Totally optional,” he said. “Just like all other carnal needs.”

You just rolled your eyes and went to examine the bookshelf. Not surprisingly itwas filled with books on the occult, as well as a lot on history, art and music.

“’Bout what I expected,” you said running your fingers over the spines of thebooks, “for a demon.” When you glanced up Gerard was watching youintently and it made you shiver involuntarily.

“Help yourself to any of them. I have to go meet up with some associates. Don’tanswer the door if anyone comes around, remember, you’re alive.”

You just rolled your eyes as you pulled a book off the shelf and sat down to read.

~

You had no idea how long had passed, time being more of a human construct it would appear by the lack of clocks in the apartment. Or maybe they weren’t andGerard’s lack of time management was the cause of your current, or ratherpermanent, state of being.

Eventually you got up and watched the demons on the street for a while, then wandered through the rest of the apartment. Who knew Demons would be so sensible as to have guest bedrooms? The closet will full of clothes that seemed to be similar to the style you like while you were alive. You changed out of the shirt you died in, a thought that made you shudder, and into one that was less holey.

Moving on you noted there was no bathroom, but that made sense given what he had said about things that were “optional”. The kitchen was impressivelystocked with rich foods and fancy wines and liquors. Maybe Gerard liked toentertain? Well he wasn’t doing that impressive of a job of it right now youthought as you found yourself getting bored.

As if on cue, Gerard burst through the door. “Miss me sugar?” He askedas he breezed into the kitchen where you were still standing, feeling slightlyguilty, like you were somewhere you shouldn’t have been.

“Not really,” you mumbled.

“Oh come on sugar,” he said slinking up to you and grazing your cheek with hisfingers, “is that anyway to talk to your roommate?”

You made a disgusted noise and rolled your eyes before pushing past him.

“This is gonna be a fucking long eternity,” he muttered under his breath.

~

The thing you most enjoyed about not being alive was similar to your favorite part of being alive: sleeping. You would sleep as long as you wanted without any repercussions or judgement from others. Gerard certainly didn’t mind, as this left more time for him to do whatever he wanted since he no longer had to watch over you so closely.

Soon though he realized he missed it. He was fond of you, as he had to be based on the nature of the work, but he always enjoyed making trouble for the people who pissed you off during the day. Now he watched as a dark cloud started to gather over your waking hours, the shelves of books and movies and music no longer drawing your interest like it used to. One evening he walked into the living room to find you staring blankly at the wall.

“Novelty of it has worn off, hasn’t it?” He asked.

“Yea, and the permanence is setting in,” you sighed.

Gerard sat down next to you. “I am truly sorry. You probably don’t believe me,but its true.”

“What happened that night?” You asked as you let your head fall against hisshoulder and he moved his arm so it was around you.

“Remember that guy that was bothering you at the bar earlier in the night?”

“Yea…”

“I scared him off, that’s why he left you alone. He found someone else and theywere gonna hook up in the bathroom and I made sure that the whiskey he wasdrinking lived up to its reputation.”

You chuckled at the thought of the douche who had been talking such big game all night not being able to perform.

“I got carried away, but I’ve always hated guys like that,” Gerard admitted.“There really is a special place in hell for them.”

“Good,” you said, as you settled into him even more. A small smile tugged at his lips. “What else did you do for me?”

Gerard reclined to get more comfortable as he launched into his favorite stories of when he dealt out cosmic retribution on your behalf.

“You’re evil, but like, good evil,” you hummed as you slid down so you were laying against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively.

The next thing you knew you were being awakened by a hammering at the door. You both sat bolt upright and looked at each other.

“Gerard, you home?” a voice called from the other side.

“Go hide in your room,” he whispered and you hurried off and Gerard went to thedoor.

“Frank, what’s going on?” Gerard asked coolly.

“You got a hot little succubus in there?” Frank asked trying to look past Gerard.

“What’s going on Frank?” Gerard asked again, sounding more exasperated.

“Management is starting to ask about your human. No one has seen her in a while. You still keeping track of her?”

“Of course,” Gerard lied easily. “She’s just been dealing with some shit, so she’sbeen laying low.”

Frank nodded skeptically. “Just looking out for you. I’d hate to have you get fired,that would mean more work for me,” he laughed. “Besides, you know what happens when you get fired.”

Gerard nodded, trying not to let the nerves show. He remembered the last time another demon got fired. He couldn’t sleep for weeks it shook him so bad.

“Alright, I’ll leave you be, I know you got someone in there,” Frank smirked as he left.

Gerard went back to your room and found you hiding in the closet. “You’re good.”

“What’s going on?” You asked getting up.

“I’m gonna have to go topside and act like you’re still alive, or else I’m as deadas you.”

“Demons can die?”

“Not exactly the same, but it sure as shit ain’t pretty when it happens,” Gerard muttered.

“I wish I could help.”

“Not your fault, sugar,” he said as he headed back toward the front door. “I gottaclean up my mess for a while.”

“When will you be back?”

“You’ll barely know I’m gone,” he winked.

You spent what felt like forever sitting around, bored and lonely and thinking.Thinking for hours about what Gerard was risking keeping you here, and everything he had done for you your whole life. When the door finally opened again, you jumped up excitedly.

“Hey sugar,” he greeted you with a smile.

“Is everything ok?”

“Yea, we’re good for a while,” he said shrugging off his jacket. “I don’t thinkanyone will be asking questions anytime soon.”

“Good,” you said as you walked up to him and wrapped him in a hug.

Gerard stiffened momentarily, surprised by the affection, but then softened andwrapped his arms around you as well. “You decided you like me then?”

“Maybe it’s just Stockholm Syndrome, but yea, I think I do kinda like you after all. I have really did have the time of my life when I was alive, and I know you’re tothank for a lot of that,” you said before leaning up and placing a kiss on hischeek.

When you pulled back, he was looking down at you fondly. He reached up and ran his fingers along your jaw and leaned in and kissed you deeply. His lips tasted like coffee and red hots, as his arms wrapped around you and held you closer to him. You ran your hands through his dark hair and allowed his tongue to slip in against yours.

You pulled back and Gerard looked at you in confusion until you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him along back to the bedroom. He started to undo the buttons of his shirt as you peeled yours off as well. You pulled Gerard back to you again and your lips met as you tumbled against the bed. Gerard held himself over you as he undid his pants, and you slipped out of yours as well. Clad only in your respective undergarments, you continued your heated make out session, tongues moving together, hands roaming over bare skin, marks left upon necks. After what could have been 10 minutes, or maybe a decade, Gerard pulled back and looked down at you “(YN), I’ve never felt like this before,” he whispered.

“What, demons don’t do emotions?”

“Yea, but not usually love.”

You looked up at him and grinned. “Yea, I think I’d like to spend eternity here with you.”

Gerard grinned and rolled over to your side. You curled against him as he wrapped his arms around you and you both fell asleep peacefully.

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fic writing meme - 8?

#8: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. 

Oh my gosh such a good question and I’m going with the one that instantly came to my mind-- Right in my Space. I’ve included it down below (it is quite lengthy, more than a “snippet”). I remember writing this and being so fucking proud of myself for how it played out in my head and how it turned out. I wanted to convey their relationship and how messy it kind of was but I also wanted to convey how fucking weak they were for each other and how they knew one another so well. 

I was proud of how cocky they sounded, how flirty and joking they sounded, how comfortable. I loved when Steve told Bucky him talking about Steve sucking him off was a cheap shot and then when Bucky said, “Wouldn’t use it if it didn’t work” I wrote it screaming, ahahaha. I was also proud of Steve telling Bucky he had to work for it because he was showing up at Steve’s door “damn near tomorrow”. I like that they sounded like they were talking with like...an older generational vibe? Idk. V proud of this one, might be my pride and joy and that’s wild because it isn’t my Daddy!Steve and Baby!Buck. 

Anon! ILY thank you!! 

“Did uh…did I interrupt somethin’?” Bucky asks, a tease in his tone as his eyes rove hotly over Steve’s form once more before meeting his eyes and Steve huffs, “No, no I’m just…just having a night in,” as he crosses his arms over his chest. Bucky’s smirk grows and Steve can’t help but mirror it after a few seconds of looking at each other like a pair of goons standing in an apartment building hallway. He decides to get right to the point, rip it off in one go like a bandaid.

“What are ya doin’ walkin’ up to my door at midnight, Buck?” he asks quietly, leaning on the doorknob as gracefully as he can when one attempts to do so. Bucky is quiet for a few seconds, turns his head to the left, Steve able to see the clench of his strong jaw, and he sucks in air before answering with a shrug.

“I texted you.”

“I put my phone on silent to have time to myself.”

“You been doin’ that for a month now?”

Steve stutters, meets Bucky’s playful yet challenging gaze, knowing there’s a little bit of hurt in his eyes and tone as well, and it guts him. He shuffles on his feet and looks away.

“Buck, look I—”

“You look good, baby…” Bucky purrs, interrupting his thoughts, Steve knowing that tone of voice intimately, it breaking down every brick of Steve’s walls within just a few words, and he rolls his eyes as if it didn’t set butterflies loose in his chest. Before Steve can call him on his cheesy line Bucky’s hand softly glides down a few inches of his arm and Steve must have missed the part where he stepped in closer because he can smell Bucky’s scent, all warm and spearmint-y and pine-y and feel the heat radiating off of his body that makes him want to squeeze in close to his chest.

“Quit, Bucky. I’m standin’ here in my britches and a huge sweatshirt, can’t look good,” Steve huffs pathetically and Bucky’s quick to respond with, “Always look good, more than good,” and Steve feels his cheeks heat up and flush at the simple comment. How can someone make his stubborn self be so easy?

“Been missin’ you,” Bucky comments almost off-handedly, a breath of a thing, and it feels like someone has a fist around his heart, makes it squeeze up into his throat. It’s just physical, it’s just physical, he reminds himself but damn does it feel good to hear Bucky directing that comment to him of all people. Steve doesn’t know what to say in response, knowing that if he did respond he would push Bucky away and he should but he doesn’t want to, he really doesn’t want to. But he should.

“Got to thinkin’ about you tonight,” Bucky starts and there’s a shift in his tone that has Steve’s dick perking up, one that has his pulse quickening. The last thing Steve needs is that mouth to pop off with pure filth but it’s been so long and Steve is whining to himself in his head that he wants it, needs it!!! that he’s weak and suddenly horny all over and half-hard in his briefs. He can’t meet Bucky’s eyes, not yet, but that doesn’t stop the brunette from pushing, from crowding Steve into the doorjamb and being so close but not fucking touching him. In a humiliating turn of events it almost makes Steve whine, swallowing it down as effectively as he can, attempting to stay strong but Bucky’s presence is overwhelming and heady, making Steve question why he wanted to push Bucky away to begin with.

“Got to thinkin’ about your pretty eyes and that pretty mouth,” Bucky starts, speaking slow and syrupy, innocently enough, but then he’s tilting Steve’s chin up and running a thumb along his bottom lip and shit Steve wants to suck in into his mouth while he gazes into those blue-grey eyes. He lets Bucky touch his lip, caress it and watch him watch the movement on Steve’s mouth and then Bucky breathes, “Thought about how sweet you look when you’ve got your mouth stuffed full’a my cock.”

Mother fuck. It’s the cheapest of shots and Steve tells him so, a whisper of, “Cheap fuckin’ shot, Barnes,” but it’s breathless and so obviously needy. He loves giving Bucky head, loves taking Bucky apart with his mouth, loves having his ridiculously perfect cock so deep in his throat that he gags on it a little. He loves laying between Bucky’s thick thighs, looking up his beefy body all sweet and batting his eyelashes, suckling on the fat head, taking him deep, making it wet and messy, lapping at his balls—Steve loves sucking on Bucky’s cock.

“Mhmm, wouldn’t use it if it didn’t work, sweetheart,” Bucky murmurs with a smirk, hand moving away from his face, Steve already putty in his hands with his chin remaining tilted up without the help of a few fingers. He doesn’t even notice his eagerness and Bucky leans down to run his nose alongside Steve’s own, such an intimate gesture, such a tease, and he finds himself barely whimpering into Bucky’s mouth before he can catch it. He’ll be damned if he leans in first, is the one to kiss Bucky or initiate a kiss first.

“Thought about how pretty you look when you come. You let out the sweetest noises, honey, did you know that?” Bucky asks hot and low on his lips and it makes Steve’s gut clench up and his eyelids flutter closed and now all Steve can think about is how good it feels when Bucky wrings orgasm after orgasm out of him in the way only Bucky can do so. He bites at his lip and looks back up at the larger man, rock hard in his briefs by this point, and whispers, “Yeah?” just so he can get Bucky thinking about him more, completely selfish and okay with it.

Steve’s innocent question makes Bucky’s eyes sparkle mischievously and he watches as his own fingers slip down Steve’s arm, murmuring, “Oh yeah, just the prettiest. Been missin’ ‘em, been missin’ hearing you let ‘em out just for me. D’you miss lettin’ them out for me, sugar?” Sugar hits him right in the chest, another cheap shot, makes him gasp lightly into the air between him and Bucky, hand twitching to reach out. Sugar is his favorite, makes him bashful and sweet, makes him want to wrap himself around Bucky and nibble at his neck, kiss at that spot underneath his ear that makes him shiver.

Goddamnit.

Before he can help it, Steve is nodding his head minutely, glancing at Bucky’s lips before looking into his smoky eyes and whispering, “Love makin’ them for you, Buck you know that.” His response makes Bucky smile slyly, like he knows he’s working Steve over, leading him easily right into his trap as if he needed a trap to get Steve to go to bed with him. Bucky’s lips brush his so softly he doesn’t even feel it at first, just lips dusting lips, and it’s like every pent-up piece of anxiety about the situation unravels in his chest at the touch. He’s scared to move, scared to say anything, just wants to feel Bucky again, missing him even though he’s right here in front of him squeezing his smaller body into the door frame even more.

“God, baby no one makes ‘em like you, looks so sweet takin’ me the way you do,” Bucky’s voice sounds like gravel to his ears and he presses a gentle and chaste kiss to the corner of Steve’s lips and he can’t help it, he breaks down a little bit, hands flying up to grip onto Bucky’s hips. He slips his thumbs under his rucked-up sweatshirt and swipes them against warm skin, his mouth watering at the massive desire to feel this warm skin surround him, all over him. Bucky purrs, eyes watching Steve’s own as best they he can as he kisses the other corner of his mouth, slow and sweet and full of self-control.

Steve expects Bucky’s lips to stop there but they slip against his cheek, soft and simple, kissing a cheekbone then the hinge of his jaw then the skin of his neck. He feels like his body is on fire, flames licking tight up his spine, cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat and he damn near collapses against the doorjamb as he tilts his head back. His grip on Bucky’s hips tightens and he hisses through his teeth when he feels the other man suck on the soft skin of his neck, makes him whine out softly, “Buck…”.

He’s done for. Just like that.

“Yeah, sugar, those noises. You gonna make ‘em for me tonight? You gonna let me hear ‘em? Don’t know why you’ve been hidin’ from me,” and Bucky’s voice is hot in his ear, hot against his mouth, hips finally finally pressing into his form, large against small, and it’s so much at once, so overwhelming. Steve is panting within seconds, heavy breaths through his nose as best he can, and he gasps out, “You gonna treat me right and work ‘em outta me, big guy?” Bucky groans, chuckles darkly through it, and although Steve’s words are tough and his chin is strong, he’s trembling against Bucky’s body, pressed together from head to toe at this point. Bucky’s hands run up his sides gently, his movements and lips and eye contact soft, the exact opposite of the powerful electricity they’re currently sharing. Bucky’s wide palms cup his face, his jaw, and he purrs, “Oh, honey—you got no idea.”

“Gonna make you work for it, Barnes. I ain’t easy and you’re comin’ to my door damn near tomororw,” Steve whispers back as if he’s completely put out by the other’s surprise arrival at his doorstep, completely melting into the feeling of Bucky’s big hands running over his body, squeezing at it slowly and deep. Bucky bites at his chin on his way to trail kisses along is jawline and he’s almost done pretending he doesn’t want Bucky, moaning softly at the treatment, hips stuttering into the beefy body in front of him.

“Always fightin’, always stubborn—expect nothin’ else from you, sugar. You want me to break you down, that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

And suddenly Steve’s feet are off the ground with a squeak, Bucky’s hands confidently grabbing onto his ass, yanking him up somehow gracefully, purring deeply into his lips when he feels how hard Steve is against his stomach, lithe thighs wrapping around a thick waist. And then they’re kissing and it’s so hot and frantic, Bucky’s lips are heaven, eager and warm, and Steve’s grabbing at Bucky’s jaw, fingers tingling at the feeling of stubble underneath them.

“Yeah, look at you puttin’ up a hard front while this little cock is about to burst just from my words alone, honey.”

[sinfullystanning]

V is for Voler Part 1: An American in Paris

Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis (Wintershock)

A/N: Welcome to the new, UPDATED, version of Part 1 or “V is for Voler.” IF you were here before, some things, but not many, have changed. The biggest change is that I’ve decided to change the fic from a Bucky x OC to a Wintershock fic. I recently discovered Wintershock and after some careful consideration and help from the lovely, @cchellacat I decided to take the fic back to the drawing board and turn it into a Wintershock fic as I could easily see Darcy as the character of V. While at the moment, V is still V, she will be revealed to be Darcy in the future. Thank you for all the support as I transitioned this fic and please continue to support the fic.

Bucky hated traveling. He’d seen the world many a time through the vacant eyes of the soldier that Hydra had created and that had been enough. He was content to stay in New York City for the rest of his life, the city was constantly changing anyway. Unfortunately, his job had other plans. Sure, being an Avenger came with a steady job that made use of his many skillsets, but it also came with zero control of where he’d be on any given day of the week. Add on the fact that thanks to his Winter Soldier days he now spoke over thirty different languages, and the UN was tossing him back and forth across the globe almost constantly.

Tonight he was in Paris, trapped in a constricting tuxedo and a room of foreign dignitaries he’d never met. He was supposed to be observing, and if anyone asked? He was the estranged nephew of some Russian dignitary he supposedly resembled who couldn’t attend due to illness. Somewhere about an hour ago, someone had discretely passed him an envelope. What was in it? None of his business according to the sharp-spoken man who had briefed him prior to the mission. Bucky was disgusted. He hadn’t joined the Avengers to be someone old crone’s glorified carrier pigeon.

Needing a change of scenery, Bucky wove his way through the crowd of black-tie individuals speaking in the silky smooth native tongue that slid over his ears as he combed through the conversations while he made his way to an open French door at the far side of the room. He stepped out onto a small balcony, clearly designed for clandestine midnight forays away from the prying eyes of partygoers. Alone, however, it was comfortably cozy and Bucky unbuttoned his jacket for the first time all night, leaning his forearms on the cool stone railing, gazing across the twinkling city lights leading to the iconic pinnacle of the city, glowing against the inky black sky.

Suddenly a clatter broke the silence and Bucky jerked around to see a sniper rifle laying on the ground beside him that had been previously unoccupied. He couldn’t help his curiosity as he squatted down to observe the weapon and was impressed by the workmanship of the clearly custom-made gun. As a sniper himself, he felt subconsciously jealous of the mysterious owner. Just as his brain caught up with his eyes and he realized that the owner must be nearby, he heard the click of the safety of a gun. A gun that was most definitely pointed at his head. It wasn’t like him to let his guard down like that. But then again, it wasn’t every day that a man’s dream weapon quite literally fell from the sky.

“I think you dropped something.” He said cooly, ears pricked to find out exactly where his invisible assailant was.

“Then why don’t you be a good boy and give it back. I’m sure your mother taught you not to touch other people’s toys.” The voice that answered made him start. It was distinctly feminine and he turned his head a barely perceptible fraction of an inch to see a pair of red heels come into view. If Steve and Sam could see him now, first distracted by a gun and now practically pinned to the ground by a classic femme fatale. His mind drew an image of his assailant as he answered,

“I’m going to need to be able to stand up to do that, Doll.” He heard her snort as the cold metal of the previously-invisible gun pressed against his temple.

“So stand up.” Her voice amused yet ice cold. He reached down, wrapping a hand around the barrel of the rifle, as she spoke again. “Try anything funny and I’ll blow your brains out.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Bucky tossed back teasingly as he slowly stood to his feet, the gun at his temple backing up, but clearly still pointed at him by the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. “I’m going to turn around, now.” He announced so she wouldn’t accidentally blow a hole in his head before slowly turning to face the mystery woman.

She was the definition of your mind deceiving you. Where his mind had pictured a tall, willowy woman straight out of a Bond film, she was short, almost laughably so for the femme fatale vibe she was clearly trying to exude. The red heels he’d glimpsed earlier added a few inches, but he still towered over her. Without them, she’d probably be a foot shorter than him. Angry blue inquisitive eyes hacked away at the ice of his own. The blood-red dress she wore hugged her body in all the right places and a tastefully placed slit up one side teased a glimpse at the thigh holster that was home to the gun that he was currently looking in the eye.

“Rifle.” She said through bright red lips that commanded attention that he was more than glad to give them. Ruefully, he extended the arm holding the beauty, and she jerked her head, motioning for him to lean it against the railing. He stepped closer as he did so, bending down to set the gun down, meeting her eyes as he straightened up again.

“Beautiful rifle.” He said, gesturing to the gun with his eyes. “More beautiful girl.” He added, eyes dancing with mischief as she didn’t even flinch at the flirtation. Instead, she rolled her eyes, returning the gun she was holding to the thigh holster, Bucky’s eyes drawn to the sliver of thigh that flashed by in the process. She turned away from him, attention clearly now on the larger weapon, inspecting it for damage or tampering before she squatted down, setting the rifle on the stone, eye at the scope, clearly looking for something or, more likely, someone.

Bucky leaned against the glass window, watching silently, assessing every small movement she was making until she finally turned to him, face finally showing early signs of irritation. “Get lost.” She snapped, eyes threatening to incinerate him on the spot.

“What’s the problem, Doll, I’m just watching.” He pushed his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly as he watched her brows twitch with frustration before she straightened, placing a hand on a device on her wrist resembling a smartwatch, she swiped across the screen several times before turning back to the scope of the rifle. Before Bucky could ask any questions, she pulled the trigger three times. Clean straight shots, three identical flexes of fingers crowned with perfectly manicured red nails. The loud music inside must have drowned out the sound since he didn’t hear any reactions to the gunshots coming from the balcony. She stood up, clicking the safety back on, swinging the strap of the rifle across her chest so the gun lay across her back.

Before she could do anything else, however, the door to the balcony swung open and a clearly drunken couple, absorbed in each other stumbled out into the night air. Bucky moved fast, grabbing her hand, and swinging her around, pinning her against the window, rifle hidden behind you as he pressed against her, doing his best to resemble a convincing couple. As the other couple broke apart, the woman noticed them and muttering something to her partner, headed back inside. The moment the door swung shut behind them, firm hands shoved his chest hard and he stumbled backward as the woman glared at him, clearly furious.

“What the hell was that?” She snapped, her voice trembling with rage.

“What, no thank you, Doll?” Bucky drawled back. The next moment his neck snapped suddenly as fire exploded on his cheek. She’d hit him. She’d HIT him. He reached out, grabbing her wrist as she drew her hand back, face red with rage as she struggled to free herself from his grip. “Listen, darling, I’ve been all over the world, and I’ve never been anywhere where a slap means thank you for saving my life, so what the hell was that for?” Bucky growled at her.

“Thank you for saving my life? That’s what you call what just happened?” She scoffed. “I can save myself just fine, thank you.”

“How? You just going to put a bullet in their heads?” It was Bucky’s turn to scoff. She glared at him, free hand going to her thigh but Bucky was faster, flipping their positions and pressing her back against the stone railing, metal hand gripping the wrist that had been holding the gun, as the sudden movement causing her to lose her grip and the weapon fell, clattering onto the roof of a smaller building below. “I think that’s enough shooting for one night, don’t you think?” She spat in his face and he swore, backing up, metal hand releasing her right one, to wipe at his face and she brought her legs up to kick him in the stomach, using the rail as leverage, freeing her other hand as Bucky stumbled backward from the unexpected blow. Then, she backflipped over the railing falling off the balcony.

Bucky caught his breath and raced to the edge just in time to see her disappear off the edge of the roof below where her gun had fallen before, into the darkness of the night. As he shoved a frustrated hand through his hair, he knew one thing for sure. He was looking forward to staying in Paris because now he had a new mission. He needed to see her again.

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A Hard Heart Needing to be Softened (Edward Kenway x Reader)

(Okay so I posted this originally on my AO3 account but I decided to put this here bc.. why the hell not. And if anyone has requests for characters I would love to hear suggestions!)

The air was unusually chilly that night in the Great Inagua- almost always the weather would be a sweltering heat that would make most of your clothing disappear within two hours of being outside. But tonight was different, storm clouds gathered on the horizon just as the hull of the Jackdaw made it’s way into the port; finally back from long weeks of plundering at sea. Your skirt grazed the long strand of grass as you made your way down the docks to greet the crew and it’s captain who were surely eager to take in the pleasures and safety of the island.

“Adéwalé,” you greeted, nodding towards the quartermaster and he nodded back with a small smile. “How was the journey? Is there anything Captain Kenway wishes for me to do?”

He had his arms crossed, turning towards the lagoon off the pier and watched the waves move with the wind. Your own hair blew behind you, signs of the storm that was sure to come through

“None currently, Edward has had a long journey-“ he said in a hushed tone as he inched closer to your ear, “-between you and me, he needs someone to watch him.”

Your eyebrow cocked up but you nodded, understanding the situation. Edward was a strong man, but even strong men can only deal with so much before they reach a tipping point. You remembered the nights at his mansion on the hill when he thought everyone had left and he took a bottle to his room, talking to himself about what could’ve been with his wife. Your heart wrenched every time you heard his voice soften as he muttered the name “Caroline, Caroline” over and over again before he drifted off into sleep.

The quartermaster nodded solemnly and as you were both about to leave, but the door of the captain’s quarters opened and out stumbled the blond haired captain with a bottle hanging from his hand. He greeted some of his crew before walking down to the dock and making his way up to his mansion alone.

You turned towards Adéwalé with a worried glance, “I’ll just make sure all the manifests are correct before I go up to make sure he’s okay.”

“Good luck, (y/n),” he said.

~

You listed off the last of the rum shipments, counted the final bags of sugar, and posted the manifest at the harbor master’s station before making your way towards the hill. As your feet left the bare sand to the grass once more, thunder clapped overhead, and began to pelt your surroundings without warning. Your hands quickly untied the scarlet sash you wore around your waist to use as cover- albeit thin, it stopped the immediate rain from soaking you completely. Cursing, you ran through the rain with haste, your sandals slapping against the wet stone stairs leading up the hill and you slowed once you reached the white threshold of the mansion.

It was dark inside, only the momentary lightning briefly lit up the rooms giving it an eerie vibe. You let the sash cover your dripping hair and worked on getting a fire started in the main hall to provide light. The sparks were stubborn at first but soon roared into a great fire that instantly sent tendrils of warmth through you, the heat melting the cold off of your shivering fingers.

“Much better,” you muttered as you began to reach up to pull your scarlet sash- which was now stained with water making the color deeper in tone. Your fingers began to intertwine with the silk to slip it off until a familiar voice echoed in the lonely house.

“Caroline?”

You froze, not knowing what to do. That was Edward’s voice, you were sure of it! But he couldn’t be talking to you could he?

Footsteps quickly made their way towards you as Edward’s voice called out again, “Caroline? Is that.. you?” The footsteps stopped a few meters behind you as you turned to look at him, his face falling as soon as he recognized you.

“Oh.. (y/n), I’m sorry I thought you were..” he began but looked away, embarrassed.

“You thought I was Caroline,” you finished for him, pulling your sash off of your head. “Was it this?” You gestured towards the wet garment in your hand.

He was silent for a moment before looking at the sash you held, the fire flickering in his ocean blue eyes, “Aye, it’s the same color as her hair. I’m sorry, lass.”

“I finished all of your logs for you captain, also the harbor master will see to it that your haul will be made profitable,” you reported to him and he gave a disinterested hum in response. You sighed and walked up to him, squeezing his arm and offered him a smile.

“Edward, I am here for you, you know that? You’ve a family here that cares for you. If only you could see that,” you continued and you hesitated before your arms encompassed his body and gave him a hug. His body tensed slightly, not used to the affection of he gesture- as he’s been with a rough crew who couldn’t fathom anything that didn’t have to do with plunder and pleasure.

“Come, you need to rest,” you whispered, letting go of him but still grabbing onto his sleeve and led him to his bedroom. He went to sit down on his bed, the wet clothes staining the sheets around him and he began to remove his gauntlet. Your hands began to work on removing his armor, setting them down neatly in a chest and you started to light the fireplace in the room.

“Got to keep you warm, captain. If you are ill, the West Indies would fall,” you laughed and he gave a small chuckle in response. The sound of his laugh made your heart lift up as the fire began to come to life, casting an orange glow to the room. You turned to see the fire illuminate Edward’s face, which was clearly fatigued and sullen. The pain was hidden but it was there, hidden behind the proud faćade of the ‘Devil of the Sea’. He sat and looked at you, only wearing his trousers and white undershirt that had a plunging neckline to reveal the many tattoos decorating his tanned skin.

You got up, dusting the soot off on your skirt before making your way to exit- turning back to look at Edward once more before leaving, “Do you need anything else, Edward?”

He sat silent for a moment before extending a hand out to you and you inhaled sharply before walking towards him and gently placing your hand atop his open palm. His eyes looked up at you, “Aye, don’t leave me alone tonight lass, please.”

Your grip tightened slightly around his hand and he scooted back to the middle of the bed, leading you with him as he lay on his back, a hand behind his head. Hesitating you slipped your slippers off and crawled on the bed but sat on your knees to look at him, not sure how to proceed. You respected the man but cuddling with Edward Kenway himself.. your cheeks began to heat up and your heart picked up the pace, matching the intensity of the thunder that rumbled just outside.

“(y/n),” he beckoned you to lay down next to him and you inched closer to him, laying down on your back with your hands folded over your stomach. He shifted onto his side with his hand supporting his head and looked at you.

“This was how we were laying before I left, you know? ‘Cept I was in your position and she in mine. I promised her, ‘two years’ I told her..” he let out a chuckle and shut his eyes, breathing deeply.

“May I?” He asked, wanting permission to get closer to you and you knelt into him as a response. His hand rested on your hip and he gave it a light squeeze as you turned on your side to face him and look at his face in the darkness; his face was tired but handsome as usual, his blond hair was still damp and swept back to show off the horizontal scar on his cheek. Your fingers reached up to trace the smoothed scar then took your finger down his collarbone to trail along the outline of the tentacles of the octopus resting on his chest. His grip tightened even more on your thigh as he let out air through his nose, watching your eyes and movements.

When the pads of your fingers touched lightly, he let out another contented sigh, “It feels good to be touched so tenderly again.” Your eyes looked up to see him hold your gaze and the longer you stared at him- lost in his caring gaze, the more your heart seemed to drum and you feared his keen ears would hear how his presence affected you.. as well as his touch. Looking down, not being able to stand the intensity of his glare anymore, your hands still absentmindedly trailed along the skin under his shirt.

He caught your hand right when it crossed his heart and kept it there, giving a small smile. It took a while before you picked up on the subtle heartbeat that quickly picked up the pace the longer your hand stayed. Edward’s eyes still watched you as you moved his hand to feel your heartbeat, his smile growing wilder as he began to pick up on the fast beating.

“You are loved and cared for, Edward Kenway,” you whispered to him before getting up to balance yourself on your elbow and placing a tender kiss on his forehead.

He was silent and as were you as you both lay there, listening to the raindrops hit the wooden roof.

~

You were on your knees, the British steel making a thin cut along your neck to show the severity of the situation.

“You are given the chance to turn yourselves over for the crimes against the British crown, if you do not we will kill her,” the officer standing above you yelled out loud to the opposing ship. You saw Edward, his eyes filled with rage and frustration- pacing with a hand on his hip and another rubbing the back of his neck.

“We will not wait forever, damned pirate!” He yelled out again and he pulled you up off your knees, letting the sword pierce your neck further- letting the blood form a stream down on your shirt.

“Okay okay, STOP!” Edward shouted out, his hands gripping the wooden rails of the Jackdaw. His eyes were torn as he watched the bloodstain grow on your shirt. “What are your bloody terms?”

“Surrender and we will let her go, you and your crew will come with us-“

Not like this, not giving up what hard work they put into their new republic be put to waste.

“EDWARD, GIVE NO QUARTER!” You yelled out as you brought your head forward, letting the blade pierce your throat more and then slamming it back with all the might you could muster. The officer let out a surprised yelp with you grabbing the sword by the blade and used the hilt to slam him on the head. You proceeded to stab him on the neck and grabbed his pistol, aiming it at another running towards you.

“I’m going over to help!” You heard Edward call out and you held a gun towards him and he looked at you with confusion crossing his face.

“Stay there!” You barked as you crossed swords with British soldier. Taking the pistol, you aimed it at the red barrels of gunpowder sitting conveniently in the middle of the deck. You took a shot and made a dive overboard, only hearing the sounds of wood splintering and fire whooshing onboard. The saltwater stung your open wounds with red clouds of blood surrounding you as you fought against the currents to swing up towards the Jackdaw. As you grabbed onto it’s worn wood, a hand grabbed you by your shirt and pulled you onboard.

You sputtered the seawater out of your mouth and you clutched your stomach, feeling a sharp pain beginning to shoot through you as you tried to sit up. Crying out, you laid back and you looked at your hand- now drenched in crimson blood. Feeling where the source of the sharp pain came from, you felt the wooden shrapnel that jutted out from your abdomen. Grabbing onto it and gritting your teeth, you pulled it out and threw it to the side.

Edward untied your sash and tried to use it to staunch the bleeding, barking frantic orders at the crew to bring supplies onboard. Your head turned to look at him and the golden sails of the Jackdaw seemed to distort even more as your vision began to fade.

“Lass, (y/n), stay with me, keep ‘yer eyes open! We can, we can…” he trailed off, trying to stop the seemingly endless amount of blood that left your body.

“You know I won’t make it, Kenway.”

You looked towards the sun that set over the horizon and you shut your eyes, accepting your coming fate. You took the sash that Edward held in his hands and tied it around his waist, you gave him a weak smile. “It looks better on you,” you let out a pathetic laugh as you coughed up blood, letting it dribble down your chin.

You took his hand as he held you in his arms, your head resting against his shoulders as you both sat there to look at the sunset. His eyes threaten to fill with tears but you shushed him and held a hand to his face, offering him the same smile you gave him that night when you both lay in bed.

“You are so loved, Edward Kenway,” you mumbled, feeling yourself lose control of your conscious. “You are so loved, so loved.. so.. loved..” your breathing began to sound more labored as your eyes slowly shut, the last thing you saw was Edward’s face- filled with sorrow.

“I love you..” you whispered hoarsely before you felt the embrace of death take you.

[amuelle]

Justina, Justina...

What it felt like…

Looking out over a long meandering river, bordered on either side by thick forest and snow-capped mountains in the distance. The picture was perfect. The sky was cloudless and the sun hung high in the sky. The water in the river was unimaginably clear and the current made swirling patters on the surface. A bone chilling breeze passed through me. The deathly silence felt tranquil and suspicious. At the end of the dock was a lonely boat tied to a cleat where she sat in her purple cape. A black velvet hat hid all her hair and her ears. Black stockings covered her ankles. I’m yet to see black shoes so brilliantly polished. She took a brown patch work blanket and covered her ankles, threw a purple plush fleece around her shoulders and locked eyes with me. She fluffed up and adjusted herself like a peacock showing its feathers.

The Lady in Purple: You have come to see me off?

Me: (nods)

The Lady in Purple: Well. Let’s not waste time. I have somewhere to be.

Me: (nods)

I was at the beginning to the dock feet firmly planted in the ground. Dressed in all black and four inch patent pumps. A big black fascinator sat perched on my head and the satin gloves came up to my elbows and a black cape draped over my shoulders.  I walked to the end of the dock, untied the rope and kicked the boat into the water with all the power I could muster standing on one leg. The current started to move the boat slowly down the river. I didn’t have tears. I just stood there silent, pensive, concentrating. I knew she wasn’t coming back.

We locked eyes again for the last time as the boat floated down river, she winked at me and again I nodded, this time I smiled. We both knew what that meant.

What was really happening...

I was standing at the kitchen door at the end of a brick paved walkway that spanned  the side of the house. The sun had started to set. The garden was lit and lively with activity. The cow that had just been slaughtered, the hide was being removed and the butcher was setting up his machine in front of two long steel tables. The men of my family were hard at work having inaudible conversation around me. There were conversation happening at every corner of the garden. There was probably tea to make, porridge to serve and dishes to wash but I felt like I couldn’t move. I was stuck in that spot looking out over the busy garden.

A voice: Amohelang. Come inside, its cold.

Me: I’m fine

A voice: You look sad.

I looked away, made eye contact with the owner of the voice then fixed my gaze on the carcass. It was SO MUCH MEAT. Even if I was sad, what difference would it make? I watched the activities of that evening with an intensity that made the people around me nervous. I didn’t understand why I was just standing there, it just felt right. When I ran my fingers through my braids and as my hand touched my ear I realised how cold it was. I was cold, it was time to go inside, I just couldn’t move.

Finally, when my ears were so cold they felt as if they were about to fall off I moved inside. Inside the women of my family sat around chatting about the next day. Grannies I’d never met, cousins I hardly spoke to and distant relations all in this small house. Sharing memories and doing various domestic tasks. I wasn’t interested. The house was too small to get enough privacy to sit and be sullen. It was a home for one, the one who was now gone, the one we were all here to send off.

I slept that night, a bed that isn’t yours never truly feels comfortable. The sun wasn’t out when I woke up but my day had to begin. A warm bath and two slices of last night’s pizza and off we went. Again the house was abuzz. As the prayer ended and the procession left for the church it became real. This is what I was here for. A sea of women in purple capes filled the street and we walked into the church and sat right at the front as the family does. Sitting next to my mother and my favourite aunt who were also dressed in purple capes. I watched them vibe out to hymns like deep house lovers. The meaning of today wasn’t lost on me but still I wasn’t here. I was standing on the dock watching the boat drift down the river. She never flinched, just sat there perfect and peaceful.

At the cemetery…rows and rows of loved ones lay in the ground in their final homes. The casket sank and as before I had no tears, just a deep sense of calm. I was still, my eyes on the curtain that covered the tombstone that I had helped pick out the day before. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. This would be her final resting place.

They lined us up in order of relation according to the family name. We were to take a hand full of earth and throw it into the grave. I threw my earth and whispered my final good bye. The boat vanished into the distant horizon. .Still not a tear nor a weakened heartbeat. Now alone at the dock I turned back and started toward the shore line where the earth was solid and the waves couldn’t carry me away. Click, clack, click, clack heels on wood as I walked back over the dock to place my feet firmly back on land.

What would happen to her things? Her worldly possessions accrued over a life that spanned four generations. What was to happen indeed? Now back on land the business of living had to continue. Tea had to be made, porridge served and dishes washed. Traditions observed and heirlooms divided. Divided but not according to her desires because she wasn’t here anymore.

I got to see how quickly people turn when they feel entitled.  Scavengers…they act like they have never had anything and this is the only chance they will ever have to gain, but with a closet full of clothes you don’t wear or ever just admire, why would you want more? I didn’t grow up poor so I couldn’t know. She also wasn’t my mother so I wasn’t desperate to hold on to her. The experience of her was enough for me. I knew her enough to have learned from her.

On the last day, a sweater and a hat called me from the pile of clothes being given away, it spoke to me so loudly the instant I touched it the faint smell of the Avory Shlain perfume she wore since I was a child came to me. I remembered her soft cold hands, she was my grandmother after all. I had seen her off. She had made the man who made me, sharing enough DNA just so I could have good hair and oily skin. It’s because of her I have a love for well-made knit wear and always carry a bag. I’ve learnt that your chickens always come home to roost. If you did it you have always got to be ready to own it. We weren’t the best of friends but a mutual respect was shared. We had a bond. Our love for one another was strange, complicated and delicate and I am grateful to have experienced her.

In loving memory of my grandmother Mankoe Justina Christina Mofokeng.

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