#darling youre an idiot makes me feel some kinda tender way

[horribluh]

sanji calling zoro darling is so so good, thank you fic writers

[jbbuckybarnes]

How it Feels

Trope: First Kiss Description: The three times Steve Rogers wanted to kiss you and the one time he did. Pairing: Steve x previously isolated reader Warnings: mention of neglect, themes of anxiety, not beta read

M A S T E R L I S T

“No, you have too much tension in your wrists. You’re gonna break them like that.” he stopped you. “I know that, Steve. I’m just in a bad mood today.” a grumble left you. “A bad mood isn’t an excuse for bad form.” he smirked and before he could even react he was laying on the floor below you. “I kinda deserved that.” he chuckled. “Yes, you did.” you were laughing with your knees on his shoulders and sitting on his chest. Quite a beautiful view for him and he couldn’t contain that little bit of his heart fluttering. “Get off before I kick your pretty ass.” he poked you into the waist like the idiot he was. “Language, Cap.” you giggled, trying to be provocative. “Watch your mouth, darling.” his hands grabbed your waist to push you up but your head went down. “I’ll only get up if you stop criticising my form. Especially if I get off my anger from my past.” you were dangerously close to him. “I stand by what I said.” a challenging smirk formed on his face. “Don’t make me argue with you, Rogers.” you grabbed his wrists to push him away from you. You actually didn’t know if this was relaxing you or making you tense up. Being touched for longer periods of time was something you weren’t used to. Your childhood had been without much caring touches and you were either incredibly touch starved or didn’t want to be touched at all. “Who said this was a discussion?” he said before a little play fight ensued. “Got you!” he was on top of you, holding your hands to the floor. “I can still kick your man parts, sternum and destabilize your back. What about that form you were talking about earlier?” now you were giving the challenging look. “You can’t get over it, huh?” he lowered himself almost uncomfortably close and you would HAVE to kick him if he came closer. “Nope.” you destabilized his lower back, turned onto him and were in your initial position shortly after. You didn’t expect to be manhandled into sitting on his lap while he was sitting up. He noticed the tension in your body and looked into your eyes to see panic. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not hurting you.” his hands left your waist and went to your face, making you flinch. “Shouldn’t have touch you like that. I’m sorry.” he saw how overwhelmed you were and let you run out of the training room. It would need dozens of these experiences to make you trust him enough to touch you and not feel overwhelmed. The team still didn’t fully know if you were abused or just neglected.

_________ You were more used to Steve now after training with him for a while. Little touches were okay now, fighting was like therapy but loving touches were foreign to you and overwhelmed you. He didn’t give up and tried over and over with you and although you hated it sometimes, it felt like it was slowly getting better. “Star Wars: Rogue One!” Sam almost yelled. “No, Star Wars: The Last Jedi.” Nat yelled back. “I really like Rogue One.” you mumbled towards Steve but somehow you said it loud enough for the entire room to look at you and make you flinch. They weren’t used to you voicing opinions. Most of the sentences you used included “Sorry.” “Thank you.” “Can I have…” and “Where is Steve?” “See? She’s with me. We’re watching Rogue One.” while there were some grumbles you were sending a shy smile towards Sam. He could be so soft and attentive when he wanted to be. Your face lit up even more when you saw Felicity Jones on the title screen, “She’s so pretty.” “Taste.” came from across the room from a Bucky sitting on his arm chair upside down. “And I thought red heads were your thing.” Steve joked next to you and got a Dorito thrown at him across the room with an insane accuracy. The movie started and you watched with a smile on your face and didn’t notice him staring at you from time to time. Seeing you smile so much was rare. Sure, sometimes you had good days and the team was funny enough to bring that expression onto your face a few times but this was new. You were so deep inside of the movie that you didn’t notice the arm that was laid around you and when you did you were looking up from one of the last scenes to see him looking at you with a proud smile. An unsure smile made its way onto your face before his eyes wandered down to your lips. Desire. That was the emotion in his eyes. Your smile dropped. No. Nope. Not today. He frowned at you but your eyes were already on the TV screen again. Great, Captain America wanted to get uncomfortably close to you. First world problems you didn’t need.

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“Thank you.” you mumbled sitting on the pier with Steve and looking over the water flowing into New York City. “For what?” he looked over at you. “For not giving up on this hopeless case.” you pointed at yourself with a dumb grin. “Why should I? You gave me no reason to.” he said with a tender look on his face. “Yeah, just shoving you away thousands of times.” you chuckled. “But not out of dislike.” he added. A silence was laid upon the two of you again. The white noise of the city made you relax a little. “Thanks for considering my dislike for body contact for the date.” you played with the edge of your dress. “Of course, nothing to thank me for, darling.” he scooted over a bit to be closer to you. “Sometimes I actually like being touched but it’s just with women. I don’t know why.” you went on with a soft and fragile voice. “Well, that only means that it can be done with men too. Just takes time...right?” he looked down at you. “I hope.” you didn’t stop with the hem of your dress until a big hand gently grabbed one of yours and you looked up with confusion on your face. There. That glint of desire in his eyes. It made you panic. You knew it wasn’t a bad thing but something about it made you uncomfortable to your core. It overwhelmed you. “Should I stop holding it?” he noticed your overwhelm and frowned again with concern. “No. It’s okay. I just…” your words slowly went into nothing. “You just?” he wanted to hear what was on your mind. He always wanted to know more about you. To know how to comfort you and talk to you. “Got overwhelmed for a second. You look at me with this...expression sometimes. And something about it triggers a reaction in me and I don’t know why it feels so uncomfortable. I know it’s a positive thing.” you looked at the water again. “Step by step. It’ll get better. You wouldn’t be sitting here holding hands with me if it wouldn’t get better.” he gave you a caring smile and squeezed your hand.

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“Those are MY Oreos. How DARE you!” he chased after you towards your room. With a giggle from you he catched up to you in your room and backed you up against the wall. “Give me those Oreos back.” he looked down at you with a playful smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about Steve.” you were trying to hold back a grin. “You’re a thief. Give it back and there will be no consequences.” he said in a fake serious tone. His hands loosely on your hips. “I didn’t steal anything. I don’t know what you’re talking about, Captain.” your eyes fluttered at the last word and there was that look of desire mixed with a laugh. “You will not be persecuted if you pay for them...with a kiss.” he said in the most suave way you had ever heard him say anything. You got flustered and there was a bit of that uncomfortable feeling again, “I-I never did this before.” “Let me show you what it feels like, darling.” he had his finger under your chin tilting it up. That look of pure love and desire was in his eyes again and you didn’t want to listen to your feelings anymore. You wanted to know what it feels like to kiss. “Okay.” you whispered and he dipped his head down to move his lips on yours in the most gentle manner imaginable. The uncomfortable feeling finally washed away and was replaced by desire. A content sigh let out all the doubt you had about this. You had a long way to go with your fear and starvation of touch, but right now you just needed this The Oreo package falling to the floor was ignored while your hand was placed on his neck and the kiss was deepened. You should steal food from him more often.

[imagines-forthe-soul]

What You Need (Sero Hanta x Reader)

(So today, I had a dream about making love during the rain and because my tape baby, Sero Hanta, was out here today being cute af, I decided why not write a fic about Sero and his girlfriend comforting each other during the rain. Enjoy!)

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The sound of rain hitted Sero's patio window lightly. The room was a bit dark, but the lamp from up the ceiling kept the room somewhat bright. As for Sero, he was lying down on his hammock reading a book of some sort. His ears perked up as a knock on his dorm door could be heard.

"Come in!" he yelled across his room.

The door opens and it turns out to be you, his loving and gorgeous girlfriend. Your h/c hair was draped immaculately onto your shoulders and back. You wore a tight t-shirt that kinda showed a bit of cleavage action, along with a short skirt that showed off your toned legs.

"Oh hey there, Y/N," he beamed, getting up to greet you with a kiss. You kiss him back. When he pulled away from his kiss, you cupped his face and started to pepper his cheeks, forehead and nose with more kisses.

"Sweetheart, okay. I think that's enough," he said, his brow furrowing slightly.

"No-" you replied, your lips now smothering his neck with more kisses.

His big hands then lift your legs up, wrapping them around his torso. You let out a squeal and continued to nuzzle with neck with your nose.

"Come on, you big baby," he teased, leading the two of you on his comfy bed. He lies you down on the side, with him lying on his back and pillow. You then sat up, crossing your slender legs. Your small hand slithers his way onto his, fitting inside his palm perfectly.

"I'm sorry," you started, batting your long eyelashes at your tape boyfriend.

"There's no need to apologize, Y/N-chan," Sero replied, biting his lips. His gaze was more focused on your legs and breasts rather than your e/c eyes.

"Why did you come on here anyways? Is everything okay?" he assured you, his hand pushing back your hair.

"I guess. I just hate thunderstorms. Always did when I was younger and I needed someone to comfort me. That someone is you, Sero," you explained.

"Me?" he said, pretending to be surprised. He loved comforting you. He always wanted to make sure that you were okay in every situation. Ever since the two of you were kids (you're childhood friends with him), he would always patch up your bruises if you fell down hard on the concrete sidewalks; or he would give you his ice cream if you dropped yours.

"Duh," you winked.

"Come here," he coos.

He then pulls you in for a hug, his warm embrace pleasing you. And you were certainly pleasing him. Your soft breasts were pressing up against his chest, slightly turning him on.

"You know I'm always there for you, right darling?" he purrs.

"Of course, babe. Why else do I love you?" you whispered, your arms around his mid-back.

He then starts to kiss you, his lips pressing onto your plump ones. It soon turned into a makeout session. He then lays you down flat, a giggle escaping from both of your lips. You both continue to make out with each other, his hand now going up your skirt, causing you to groan at his touch. You were really sensitive to people touching you, so teasing was something Sero loved to do to you.

Your slender fingers guide their way to unbutton his top, exposing his broad chest. You stop kissing his lips and your hands slide down from his chest to his pants, groping his bulge. This causes him to grunt in an amorous manner.

"Sero-kun, I want it," you cooed, clinging onto him like a koala on a bamboo branch.

"You spoiled brat. You always get what you want," he teases you, chuckling. His hands go underneath your top, helping him to take it off. Your chest was then exposed, a black bra covering it.

"But I'm your spoiled brat," you reassured, the rain pouring down harder than before. Your hand place on top of his and you place them onto your tits.

"So soft," Sero mumbles, blushing.

"This is bothering me though," he whispers, his hands lingering to your back to take it off. Your breasts were exposed this time, his bulge growing bigger and bigger.

"Sexy," he coos, leaning in for a kiss. His lips trail down your neck, to your collerbone, to your tits. His lips lightly kiss them as he proceeds to suck on your tender nipples. Moans escaping from your soft lips.

He shushs you not to make any loud sounds as he starts to kiss your stomach. He jerks your skirt down, now lustfully hungry.

"S-Sero, baby. Be careful!" you blushed.

The tape boy simply grins and pulls down your black matching panties with his fingers. Your pussy was glistening, pink, and shaved.

"It would be such a waste not to eat this~" he purrs devilishly.

His tongue presses onto your clit in and out, a gasp escaping your lips. His tongue then licks around and out of your cunt, like a hungry lion.

"Mmmph~ Mmmmmph~ N-No~ Stop~" you begged, your mouth covered with your hand. Your other hand patted his head in a pleading manner, the sensation too much for you to bear.

He continues to eat you out for a while, until his tongue got numb from all that licking. His head pops up from in between your legs, flashing a chesire cat grin towarto ds you. He then sits up and unbuckles his jeans, his 7 inch dick sticking out from in between.

You then get up to try and suck it, licking your lips.

"No, no baby girl. We can't have that. You'll get it later," Sero assures you, giggling.

"Oh come on, baby. I want to suck your dick now," you whined, pouting a bit.

"Haha. You really are a brat," he purrs before scooping you up to position you two. He then lays on his back, with you turning your back onto his. He then sits your opening onto his hard cock, entering it inside you. A croak escapes from both your lips. You start to ride him slowly, your hands on top of your breasts. You then rode him in a normal speed, your breasts bouncing up and down and your hands on his knees.

"Mmm, Sero, this feels so good~" you purr.

"Aah, Y/N-chan! Your pussy is so tight!" he coos back.

Both of you moan in return, your head tilting back in ecstasy.

"Ooh, yeah baby~ Roll your ass around my cock, darling~" he groans, his hands playing with your hair. You roll around his cock in a circle rather than bobbing up and down on it. His hand slithers down your back then gripping onto your ass, tapping it lightly. A squeal from your lips escaping.

The storm has calmed down a bit, but rain still pattered on his window. He then sits up to make eye contact with you, his almond eyes fixated onto your fluttering ones. He then pulls you off from his dick, lying you back down flat. He lifts your smooth leg onto his shoulder, entering inside you again, this time a bit rougher.

"Ooh~ Ooh~ Yeah~ Aah~" you moaned.

"You little fox~" he groaned. "You only came in here because you were horny, weren't you?"

"Y-yes~" you blushed.

"Are you mad?" you asked him.

"Not by the slightest~" he smirks, thrusting in and out at a faster pace, causing your tits to jerk up and down.

You cover your mouth so you won't scream. Your hand grips onto his weirdly shaped elbows carefully, trying not to eject tape out of it.

After a while, you both felt your orgasms coming up.

"S-Sero, honey, please~ I'm about to cum, please~" you whispered harshly through your fingers.

"Aaah, baby! I'm gonna cum too! You cum first~" he purrs, his head tilting back, sweating raven locks drapped onto his sticky neck, his big teeth clenching.

You release your orgasm first, screaming violently into the palm of your hand. Sero then pulls out and starts pumping his dick back and forth.

"Get on your knees and open your mouth wide~" he commended you. You did as you were told, opening you mouth widely and hungrily.

"Ooh, ooh, Ohhhhhhh~~~~" he groans, cum dripping from the tip of his shaft. You lick and suck on it gently, absorbing the taste of it. Butterscotch with a mix of salt. You putted your fingers on the reminder of his cum and drag it across your breasts in a playful manner. Sero leans down to lick it off your chest, grimacing at the taste of his own semen.

You both let out a sigh of relief.

"Come cuddle with me," you whispered. He laughed and pulls you both under the covers, your cheek pressed onto his chest. You could hear his heartbeat beating back and forth.

"Did I satisfy you, princess?" he asks you jokingly.

You burried your forehead onto his pecs as a mean of nuzzling him. You then looked up to him and grinned.

"Yes. Thank You, Sero~" you giggled, giving him a peck on the lips.

He hummed in return and caressed his hands all over you, leaving chills down your spine.

"You want anything else? Something to drink? Some candy?" he asked you softly.

"No, I'm fine. I just want to stay here like this for a while and just cuddle with you, my angel," you purred, your lips close to his ear.

He then cups your face to kiss you, with you returning his kisses.

The storm has now cleared up, but that didn't stop the two of you giggling idiots from making out, naked, under the covers.

[mydearestreaderfanfics]

Blood-Thirsty Babe (Lotor x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol, blood drinking (he's a vampire ya'll)

Word Count: 2,600

Prompt/Request: Twelfth day of the October Special: Vampire.

Summary: A vampire masquerade is all good fun, especially when another person dressed as a vampire catches your eye. Except maybe he's more than just acting like a vampire...

Author: Mod Alex

“So how’d you meet?” Oh boy, here we go.

Halloween was one of your favorite holidays; one of the main reasons this was true was because of the major costume party that your bestie held every year. She was in a sorority meaning the party was huge. Anyway, you had to go because like you said, your best friend was hosting it. This year you were going as a vampire. Allura, your bestie, was also hosting an after-party party that was a masquerade of sorts, the only catch: it was a vampire masquerade. Most of the party goers didn’t know this key fact. Only her, the sorority girls, and a handful of other volunteers were going as a vampire, but everybody was expected to go in the closest Victorian garb they can find. You were one of those volunteers. A trip to a handful of thrift stores and a stop at the Hot Topic and you were good to go. Allura had assured you that it would be plenty of fun, and you were sure it would be, but you were still pretty sure you’d dip in and out of the party throughout the night just to get a break from the fangs that were pushing against your gums uncomfortably.

The pre-party, or the first party, was fun enough- if parties were your kind of thing, that is. Allura was a queen when it came to hosting events, all the sorority girls were, it seemed. There were drinks galore, most of which were booze, meaning the party-goers were having no difficulty getting into the mindset to dance without inhibition. The furniture was overturned and most of the rooms had become occupied within the last hour that the party had been raging on. Truly it was a party worthy of the silver screen. You were already tired. The music blaring from the speakers mixed with the flashing lights was giving you one hell of a headache. You stepped out, relishing in the cool night air, it was a nice reprieve from the suffocating heat from inside. It was weird, after being in a space filled by so many other people, the absence of any life outside felt wrong. Like really wrong. It felt like someone was watching you. You shook the feeling off, deciding that maybe the party inside was in need of your return. Besides, you needed to help Alura set up the masquerade soon.

Since there was too many passed out drunks, and one hell of a mess, the masquerade was to be held at a different location- the dance floor they’d secured a month ago. Since the whole thing was a fundraiser, the expense of the lavish party room was more than covered, thankfully. When you got there, Allura and some of the other volunteers had already done a decent amount of set-up. Some decoration still needed to go up, and a few items at the food table needed to go out, but aside from that, you all were golden. “(Y/N), make sure you get into costume. The guests will be arriving soon.” Oh, you also needed to get into costume still. The extravagant outfit was far from easy to slip into, and the fangs were just as uncomfortable as you remembered them being. Oh well, at least you could still talk with them in. By the time you got done changing, guests had already begun to filter in. They were delighted to see you all were vampires. It added a level of mystery and seduction, you supposed. This party, you’d admit, was much better than the previous one. It was just as loud, but at least strangers weren’t trying to grind against you here. No, people were really getting into the theme of masquerade and pretending like they're a bunch of heirs and heiresses attending an elaborate royal ball. It was kind of fun to sink into that persona, you'd admit. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t getting into character too.

“Pardon me, darling, I don’t mean to burden you, but I must say that necklace adorns that tender neck of yours so splendidly.” You flashed a dangerous grin at a girl and she giggled and blushed. “Thank you kindly. It was my mother’s y’know. Pure silver.” “I see. 'Tis a right shame that such a lovely young woman is to wear something that must keep me from her.” She giggled again before resuming chit chat with her friends, occasionally eyeing you with interest. It was a part of the job- flirting shamelessly with the guests. Direct orders from Allura. Internally you were screaming with social anxiety and awkwardness, on the outside, however, you were as suave as the vampires in the movies. Truly a modern-day Louis de Pointe du Lac.

“Pardon me?” You put on a smirk before turning to face the guest. “How may I assist such a fine spe-” Your voice died in your throat. In front of you was the most attractive person you’d ever met. Piercing violet eyes (surely they had to be contacts), hair so blond that it looked nearly white (and wow it looked so fluffy and soft), and a smirk that put your faux vampire smirk to shame. You honestly felt kinda weak in the knees just being in his presence. He looked more amused by you than infatuated which was a minor major blow to your ego, especially since you were sure you were practically ogling him just now. “You can help me find something to drink. I am horribly parched, you see.” Oh right, you were one of the helping crew here. He wasn’t here to dance or flirt- no, he was here to ask you to find the damnable bar. “Of course my good sir, although I must say no drinks here would be as satisfying as your blood.” That line had worked at least twice tonight so when he laughed- actually laughed, you felt a little discouraged. When he finished laughing, he straightened himself back up. “Sorry, darling. Is that really what you silly mortals think of us?” Oh shoot, was he one of the volunteers? You were sure you hadn’t seen him during set up earlier. Maybe he got here late? “Oh my gosh, I didn’t realize you were helping out here too. I feel like an idiot now, haha.” You laughed at your own expense, relieved that he was joking around with you and not acting like an ass at your mistake. “Helping here- yes I suppose I am.” Huh, guess he didn’t want to break character. You stopped walking once you were at the bar. “Here you are, my good sir.” He chuckled. “Thank you, my dear, although it seems they don’t have what I wish to drink here.” What? The bar had at least 20 different kinds of drinks and that wasn’t even counting the alcohol. “It doesn’t?” “No, but I suppose if I must, I will settle for a red wine.” As he ordered you couldn’t help but muse over the fact that he really was like a vampire- he played the role well. “It’s quite stuffy in here, wouldn’t you say?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, he smiled in return. “Would you care to get some air with me?” Years of watching over Allura at bars and making sure you didn’t get dragged away into an isolated space with a stranger told you that no, going outside with him was dangerous. On the other hand, he seemed nice and you really could use some air. “Sure, but I gotta be back in here soon, so maybe we can head to the balcony?” A safe compromise you reckoned. “I couldn’t have chosen a more preferable meeting spot if I tried.” He walked in front of you, leading you to the balcony. As he walked, you noticed how sure his steps seemed, how he seemed to glide with each step. He oozed elegance, and as you followed him, you noticed the jealous stares you received.

The balcony was closed off by a set of thick Victorian style curtains. Lotor moved them aside so you could pass under them. He swept them aside like they weighed no more than a feather, although earlier when you had helped set them up, you had to have help because they were so heavy. You didn’t realize this until later, though. You did notice he no longer had his drink in hand, though... how odd. The night sky was out in its full glory that night. The stars looked like they'd been hung up one by one just to set the scene for Lotor and you. It was almost unbearably romantic. Why did you have to pick the balcony? At least you could still hear the chatter from inside. Lotor tilted his head up and the moonlight shone over him, making his almost white hair gleam ethereally. The night looked like it belonged to him- like he was the one who twisted the shadows and directed the moonlight. It was enchanting in the most predacious kind of way. “I would say this is much better, wouldn’t you, darling?” “Yeah, the night’s really pretty. The stars are almost never this bright.” You felt him brush a lock of your hair behind your ear, it sent shivers down your spine, but you made no move to stop him. The attention was actually quite nice. Especially since everyone just knew you as Allura’s less attractive friend. You looked over at the charming man beside you, he was already looking at you. Even the cool night air couldn't help ease the heat that had crept up your neck to your cheeks. “You have the most splendid eyes.” A squeak left you, your blush only worsening. “Thank you.” “Oh dear, I’m being too forward aren't’ I? I haven't even introduced myself.” He took your hand, bowing in front of you whilst he pressed his lips against the back of your hand. His kiss was cold as ice, leaving a ghost of his kiss even when he pulled back. “I am Lotor, pleased to meet you.” The dated greeting left you reeling and you clumsily bowed back. “(Y/N), truly an honor.” When you righted yourself again, he was gleaming. (Y/N), what an enchanting name.” The way he spoke your name like it was a fine wine that deserved to be savored, made your heart skip a beat. “Thank you.” “Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think of the creatures of the night?” What? Was he talking about vampires? “I suppose I’ve always liked them? When I was younger I always thought it would be wonderful to be bitten, but I suppose that might’ve been the fault of certain movies and novels.” He grinned again, and you noticed the sharp incisors he had. You couldn’t help but wonder where he had bought such real looking fangs. “And do you still fancy them as much as you did in your youth?” Gosh, what were these questions? “I um, I suppose I do.” His wolfish grin widened. His hand was at your neck, but he was only cupping the side of it, his thumb gently brushing over your jugular. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of nerves and excitement thrumming through your body. “Such a wonderful neck.” He spoke more to himself than you, but you still heard it. He was really taking this vampire thing serious. At least, that’s what you thought until you looked up and saw his eyes- the sclera in his eyes to be exact- glow yellow, like a dangerous animal in the forest. The world around you spun, and despite yourself, you clung to him, like he would keep you from spinning away with the rest of the world. “Darling, would you mind too terribly if I drink from that flawless neck of yours. Your blood, I can smell it from her, you will taste exquisite.” Your breath caught in your throat. Your heart was gripped with fear, but your brain buzzed with eager anticipation. You weren’t really sure what you wanted. “I promise I won’t hurt you, darling. I can’t imagine causing such a magnificent specimen such as yourself any suffering. I will make the experience enjoyable for you.” When you spoke, your voice sounded faint, far away even, like you yourself weren’t the one talking, more like you were listening to someone in the next room talking. “Yeah, yeah okay.” Within seconds his lips were at your neck, you weren’t sure how he’d gotten so close so fast. He didn’t bite you right away, no, true to his word he was making you feel so, so good. He pressed a kiss to the area where your neck met your shoulder, trailing kisses up until he met the area above your jugular. He nipped at the area, not hard enough to puncture your skin, just enough to make your knees buckle and force you to grip onto his shoulders to steady yourself. He pulled back just enough to blow on your neck, the cold air sending tingles through your body. Seeming pleased with himself, he moved back in. His lips met the same spot they had been in before, pressing soft kisses. He pulled back again, although not as much as before, before biting into your neck. It felt the same way it had when he was just gently scraping your neck, only more pressure. If you didn’t know he was planning on biting you, you might have not even realized what he was doing. The quiet slurping noises probably would’ve tipped you off, though. He was sucking on your neck and a sigh left your lips. You’d probably have a hickey later, but right now you couldn’t care less about that. His tongue lapped against your heated neck, the contrast in temperature giving you goosebumps. You felt dizzy, although whether it was the blood loss or the pleasure you weren’t sure. He lapped at your neck one more time before pulling back. You’d always figured that vampires would look messier than they did in the movies, but no- there was a small trickle of blood on his chin, but aside from that he looked as put together as he did earlier. You, however, were sure you looked a hot mess. “You were even more succulent than I had imagined. Thank you, darling.” He seemed to notice your disheveled appearance and chuckled, not unkindly. “Oh dear, perhaps I got a little carried away.” “No, no. That was… good. Really good.” “I see, perhaps you would consider being my own personal donor.” That was probably a bad idea, but if it felt that good everytime, who were you to say no. “On one condition.” “Oh? What is your condition?” What was your condition- you really hadn’t thought this one through. “If I’m going to be your ‘donor’, the least you could do is to wine and dine me occasionally.” His confused look turned to one of amusement, pleased even. “Are you asking me to court you?” You blushed, realizing that yes, that was what you were saying. “Yes?” “Splendid. I would be more than happy to court you.” He leaned toward you, capturing you in a brief but absolutely spectacular kiss. He pulled away all too soon. “I’ll be seeing you soon, darling.” He turned and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. You bit your lip, turning back to rejoin the party, a smile on your features. Soon, huh? You couldn’t wait.

So yeah, that’s how we met.

[kaylamoonbeam]

Junkrat’s 1812 Overture Part 7

I am SO sorry this took so long.  I have been really beat lately.  I’m not sure you’ll like this, but here it is, anyway.

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Junkrat led you back to the junker’s ‘lab’, making a point to hold your hand as you walked.  When he’d heard McCree’s voice on the other side of the door, all his insecurities flooded back.  It didn’t help when you’d pushed him away from you so you could answer the door.  He knew it was too good to be true, that there was no way you were going to remain below him, sweet little pussy grasping at his fingers as you bit and licked at his mouth just above yours.  And when he’d asked you out, you’d made the date for the next day.  Right in front of him!

But instead you wanted to spend time with him.  After hearing you and McCree talk so familiarly, he wanted to have that with you, plus more.  And when you’d called him Junkrat (ok, so it was his name, more or less, but still), he knew what he wanted to do.  Well, other than you.

***

The burgers Junkrat grilled up were damn fine burgers.  You were a bit surprised, half expecting your dinner to be a charred hockey pucks on flimsy buns, but these were juicy and tender and moist.  Your first bite actually made you moan in a manner not unlike the way Junkrat had you moaning earlier.  Nevertheless, you devoured your supper, the burger accompanied by some kind of salad that was strange but delicious.  

After you’d finished eating, you went to wash the dishes, trying to help out for the tasty meal, but Junkrat grabbed your wrist and pulled you away.  You tried to protest, but you put a finger to your lips and walked with you out of the lab and into his room.  It looked very much the same, except that a curtain you hadn’t noticed before was now pulled to the side, revealing Junkrat’s actual bedroom.

Mostly all that could be seen was his bed; it was huge and covered in a slate gray doona and, surprisingly, several plush looking pillows.  Now that you were in his room, an awkwardness settled over you both.  You tasted your mouth and asked, without much hope, if he had any toothpaste.  He surprised you by nodding and led you to the bathroom, handing you an unused brush as well.  You stood together at the sink, both of you brushing your teeth.  It was odd, standing next to him, but when you’d finished you went back out, looking at Junkrat’s many books.

Opening one at random, U.S. Army Improvised Munitions Handbook, you saw it was inscribed.  “To Jamison, Surprise! XO.”  No name, you saw, and wondered about the words.  The book was well used; passages were underlined and there was marginalia on nearly every page.  The handwriting was clearly Junkrat’s, and as you read the notes you were struck again with his brilliance.  He was so much smarter than people gave him credit for.  

“You wanna borrow it?” Junkrat’s voice broke into your thoughts and you jumped.

“What?!”

“The book,” Junkrat chuckled his high pitched cackle, “Do you want to borrow it?”

You stared at him for a minute before answering, “Uh, yeah, actually,” you thought you could learn a lot about the man by reading his notes.

“Who’s Jamison? Or do you know, even?” You wondered if he would know, the inscription was faded and it seemed like an older book.

“Who-?” Junkrat choked, “Who’s Jamison? Why, tha’s me!”

You stared at him as he laughed.

“You didna think my name was Junkrat, didja?  Me n Roadhog have our nicknames, or kinda codenames, but… yeah, darl, I’m Jamison Fawkes, nice to meetcha!”

Junkrat held his hand out to you in a mock introduction.  You took it feeling like a bit of an idiot.  You hadn’t really thought of Junkrat, er, Jamison’s real name.  After releasing your hand, Jamison walked past you to flop unceremoniously on his couch.  At least you thought it was a couch, it had generally couch-like proportions.  Turning and following him, you also sat, feeling foolish.  The couch was comfortably squishy, but you weighed considerably more than the junker did, despite his muscle.  This meant you were… rich in gravitational pull, and as you sat the cushions tilted toward you and, as is the way of things, so did Jamison.  

You blushed, wishing that you were small and sexy like Amelie or even if your weight was all muscle like Zarya.  Jamison didn’t seem phased by it, shifting a bit before he turned on the TV and began flipping through channels.  You weren’t paying very close attention, subtly trying to shift away to give him more space, but you stopped when you heard the introductory voice over for one of you favorite shows.  Looking up, you gaped at the screen before whipping around to face Jamison.

“How did you…?” you trailed off, in surprised amazement.

“I, uh,” Jamison blushed, “pay attention. To you.”

“But I thought,” you stopped, not really knowing what you thought.  Maybe you thought that Jamison just wanted to mess around with you.  That he wouldn’t, couldn't, want to actually be with you.  Or maybe it was only a passing fling, until something, someone, better came along.  You knew it wasn’t fair to think this, Jamison had never been anything but friendly, and now more-than-friendly, to you.  You didn’t pick up the thread of your story, instead staring at the TV screen.

Slowly, you lost yourself in the show, a documentary detailing both a murderer and their victims.  Relaxing into the couch and utterly absorbed in the show, you didn’t realize that Jamison had been slowly easing his arm around you.  It was sneaky, how he moved, and as one episode played into another, you were soon resting your head on his shoulder; your hand toying absentmindedly with a loose thread from a patch on his shorts.

***

Jamison would never admit it, but this was exactly how he wanted to spend just about every evening.  His thumb made slow circles on your shoulder, and while he found the show interesting, he couldn't help being hyper-aware of your body against his. When you'd sat down he saw the look of worry and concern on your face. Jamison wasn't smooth like McCree, but he could tell that your weight was something you were, if not outright unhappy about it at least seemed to be something on your mind. He wanted to make you more comfortable, and if his time with Roadhog had thought him anything it was to never question a person about their right. Besides, being close to you was what he wanted.

Except that you didn't seem to want the same. He could feel you trying to edge your way away from him, to give him the space you thought he'd want. Just then he saw a show you liked. You'd mentioned it to Roadhog ages ago, when Junkrat still couldn't speak to you, and he'd committed it to memory.

As you recognized the show, Junkrat noticed the moment of uncertainty cross your face. He wanted to know why you were uncertain, but then, if he were in your shoes, sitting next to him, he might be uncertain, too. Still, you sank into him, so absorbed in the show you didn't notice his arm style around you. And that was how he came to be drawing small circles with his thumb.

***

As the shows changed, Junkrat leaned back, shifting to give his aching ribs some relief. You picked up your legs, tucking them to your side as you moved to accommodate him. His shoulder was bony and a bit uncomfortable, so you shifted more, resting your head on his thigh. Jamison’s breathing picked up a bit, but he didn't move except to place his hand on your shoulder again.

It was nice, not having to speak, just being allowed to enjoy a show and Junkrat’s company. You were enjoying the show, so it came as a surprise when you stirred and it was morning. You stiffened, listening to Jamison's steady breathing as you did. Slowly you eased your way to sitting, careful not to wake him.  You felt embarrassed; you'd overstayed your welcome, and you had no idea what time it was. You padded quietly to the door, easing the door open before slipping out. At the last moment you caught the door and shut it with barely a click.

Turning around you almost screamed to see McCree lounging against the opposite wall.

“Wondered where you were. Doing some… laundry were you?”  His smirk was almost too self-satisfied to bare, and instead of saying anything, you just started your walk of shame.  McCree fell into step beside you,

“So,” the cowboy nudged you, “what happened?” McCree waggled his eyebrows ineffectually.  Laughing at him, you tried to brush it off, as if not having much happen was exactly what you expected to have happen.  McCree remained unconvinced, continuing to needle you as you walked across base in your slept in clothes.  After arriving at your room, you nudged McCree in, shutting the door behind him quickly.

“Nothing happened,” you turned to McCree, the joking laughter draining from his face.

“What? How could nothing have happened?” the astonishment in his voice made you feel vindicated and even more disappointed at the same time.

“We just...talked.  It was all going ok and then…” you trailed off, but McCree picked up the thread.

“Then you got scared that your size was a turn off, didn’t you?” his words seared across the room making you wince.  For a long time you didn’t look at the man, trying to formulate an answer.

“Yes,” you gave in, “I just… when we were in the heat of the moment, it felt fine, but then after that heat had time to settle, it all just....”

“Darlin’,” McCree began, but you cut him off.

“Look, Jesse, I know I’m not… attractive.  I’m the fat researcher whose tongue is too sharp for her size.  I know that no one likes me-” you stopped, the words choking your throat.  It wasn’t true, even as you spoke, you knew that what you were saying couldn’t be true because you had real evidence to contradict it.  Sitting next to Jamison, all muscle and sinew, made you certain that the heat and need from earlier had been transitory and misplaced.  You knew you were contradicting yourself, that Jamison had clearly not been turned off by your body, but the confident facade you put up began to crumble around people who you were interested in.  You were looking at your feet, trying not to cry from your confusion, when McCree came up to you, wrapped you in his arms, and let you burst into tears.

If this had been a romantic novel, your tears would have been delicate, beautiful, even.  Since it wasn’t, they were the tears that are cried by people who don’t allow themselves to cry often.  There was snot involved.  McCree didn’t say a word, just let you cry yourself out.  Then he led you to your bed, tucked you in, and let you sleep.  

[theskyexists]

series 10 finale

can i just say- that thing, that they do in series ten, that thing where

the universe rhymes and if you really listen, you can hear its music?

that’s some good shit

‘what does he call you? companions? pets? SH-nacks?’ god michelle gomez is just! so! good!

‘time lords are friends with each other dear, everything else is cradle-snatching’ pfftjlkdjsfkalkds she’s got perhaps...a point? (not really, but)

‘these are my disposables, exposition and comic relief’ FULJSDFJSDFJ MOFFAT YOU he really went there. HE REALLY WENT THERE HALJSDKD

‘we’re not functions’ ‘darling those are genders’

ok????? hahahahahaha

wow, doctor who meta dslafldk and then a dab

‘is this the emotion that you humans call...spanking?’

‘are you human’ ‘oh don’t be a bitch’ ljsdldsajlfjlkdf (moffat got so surprisingly woke that he knows exactly what he can have her say, damn. and michelle’s delivery what the hell so good hahaha)

oh no. no no no no. this is the moment she gets shot huh? what. no i. why do the Doctor’s companions in moffat’s era always die of being bravely stupid? (well..clara) like, not stupidly brave, but bravely stupid? i don’t like that narrative

why did Bill say that???? like i don’t get it.

jump in front of her??????? why. does he not stand in front of the damn gun?? why does he walk past it? why? dude?? now i understand why Thirteen keeps saying ‘STAY BEHIND ME, BEHIND ME’ always catching bombs to the face and shit.

those were some great flashbacks peppered in. ‘she scares me’ yeah well the Doctor was the one who fucked up here. he wasn’t fast enough. he didn’t reach hard enough for the right card in the pack.....but there was another time lord there - maybe she reached harder.

‘assumption!’ ‘deduction!’ ‘hope!’ ‘faith!’ ‘idiot!’ ‘always!’

this is the thing. like, the Doctor just lets her get shot and lets her get taken away - it’s barely believable.

yeah the crew went down, time dilation, they procreated, somehow they grew some shitty cybermen. (why does human society keep producing them?). YUP i called it.

365000 days, a hundred thousand years. yoikes. but if they have such fast lifts why is it a problem? and why go up to get the humans (yeah cybermen always wanna make more) i think knowing moffat we won’t really get an answer to these essential plot-driving questions

ohhh that’s chilling huh. makes you think they got some more anaesthetic but they’re still pressing the button - it just doesn’t make any noise any more.

but it’s hard to hear such pain.

and SUDDENLY, the theatre broadens - it seemed like just a part of the ship - narrow - but then we see the whole colony ship populated and a dystopia, this hospital just a building in a landscape. very cool.

How does the Doctor not realise that he hasn’t got TIME for explanations??? Bill is either dead or DYING RIGHT NOW BECAUSE HE’S WASTING TIME.

i do love this concept always have and it is executed well here - but look. the Doctor is written as very dumb to make it so.

‘how many more years’ YEARS????? oh my god. why does she close the window? interesting

fuckin bullshit. they never returned because time went slow for them. he KNOWS this, so why does he think it’s because the people were ‘weak’? he knows she came from command, that it’s possible to go up, because they took her! the conversion is only controlling her. so does she buy it? (I do like this guy, but he’s probably evil)

how has Bill remained SANE? years of this. years of this??? what an exceptionally resilient person.

yeah we’re not getting an explanation for why these people uh managed to go up and take her down huh? except ‘evil villain lied to everybody’ i think. oh well that can be satisfactory

wait. is he the master? is he the MASTER??? i mean i was considering it but.

he spent like 10 years living with Bill and it didn’t make a dent in his psychopathy hmmm. so the explanation is that the Master has taken over and wanted to fuck over the Doctor just for laughs. lol

why scarecrow them??? xD sometimes these aesthetics make zero sense in real life. do love how they went back to : look how these settlers went up to the solar farm! living a lovely life except they’re being attacked by cybermen.

so what im learning from moffat’s writing is - push your concept first thing you can - something incongruous - and something familiar to those familiar with the work.

woah that gloating wasn’t quite long enough for teh Doctor to have a win. i thought the Masters were having him on. (fascinating though, that he attributes the emergence of cybermen not to the Master’s presence but simply to the humans - and the Master’s responses prove him right. do feel like he messed with it all though...)

‘there’s only ever been one way to stop that many cybermen. me’ hmmmm hmmm, i always dislike the Doctor boasting like this. just pride. though i would welcome it for thirteen, just a couple of times.

‘i’m in two minds - fortunately the other one’s unconscious.’ hah

we gotta cut away from this because we don’t know how this unwieldy Bill cyberman got the Doctor into the ship.

The Master constantly veers between almost killing the Doctor and then kinda deciding not to because they’re having so much fun or caring about their complex relationship a bit too stupidly much. lotta storytelling packed into this ep, bit unwieldy.

great switch, making Bill look human again as we switch to her pov

where the FUCK did the Doctor get jelly babies

this is a beautiful scene, but also, goddamn, they made her into a cyberman and now she can’t be angry any more?? i mean that’s not very woke

they didn’t allow bill the opportunity to hit the Master?? AGAIN?? Bill should have been able to hit the Doctor AND the Master this season for the cruelty they showed her!!

I do think the Master is THE character for Moffat because all of the plot bullshit can be explained as: the Master is just that dramatic. like, why wait with Bill’s conversion until the pain part was developed and the Doctor would be coming down? could have converted her right there. and he only kept her around to rub it in the Doctor’s face. like all of that - somehow explained by what a particular person they are.

redirection, the cryptic, it’s one of the Doctor’s main tools for hope. the beyond, the in-between, that which we cannot yet know, may never know - that’s flux babey, that’s hope.

but ya can’t un-call the lifts? what. they won’t have ‘thousands’ of years if you run straight at the TARDIS.

so im not sure why they had time to build a weapon’s grade cyberman but not uh time to send lots and lots of them up?

AND NOW THEY’RE JUST GOING TO BURST THROUGH??? THE FUCKIN SHIP? xD ahahahaha why???

i do love how you SEE the Master use make-up while male. fuck gender roles! I do love the Masters’ dynamics hahaha

the Doctor always makes time for fuckin - explanations. the cybermen are coming up but WHATEVER!

that Master on Master kill was honestly hella tender and i loved it.

‘can’t find the words’

Bill was glad that her space granddad knew she was a lesbian- ha. somehow that....how did Moffat write that? seems uniquely gay but maybe he’s just drawing on - yeah gotta make sure that this time it is NOT read as romance.

NOOOOOO!!!!!! NO!!!!! MISSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so...are they just not evacuating teh adults? like was it so hard to get them adult actors in the shot a few times too??? like wtf these kids aren’t like: MY PARENTS!!! before they blow it up? before the blow up a WHOLE countryside?

he didn’t get blown to pieces? fuckin bullshit lol

but BILL survived? enough to walk. I KNOW it’s for drama but it’s just lol

ok but Heather is SO CUTE HOLY FUCKIN SHIT. i don;t understand how this freak of sentient oil puddle got to create an immortal ethereal being - but WHAT EVS. (I can pilot anything, even you.  what a come on lol)

where there’s tears, there’s hope, yes but you also gave him a tear huh, as a puddle-being, so you can track him hmmm

all the flashbacks to modern companions!!! i loved that!

i actually think the christmas special kind of ruins this real good finale!

i am gonna miss Missy, Michell Gomez did something truly incredible there. but i also liked the return of Simm!Master, and i loved their chemistry.

anyway i genuinely think this was a good finale. very complex, and very moffat. but mostly his strong writing, very little of his shitty tics.

GOOD STUFF!!

meanwhile cybermen are still coming up the colony ship converting people on every deck though, so that’s unfortunate.

[cutieodonoghue]

i was yours from the start

summary: a pretty darn fluffy oneshot following the events of the following: world unknown, yours to keep, all that i’ll ever need, and merry christmas, here’s to many more.

word count: ~4400

also read on: ao3, ff.net

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEAGAN!! (I know, it’s not quite midnight yet for you, but it is for me so it totally counts!!!!) You’re the reason for this whole universe in the first place and you’re the reason I continue to cry every day about it, so I hope you enjoy this fifth installment!! <3  (and everyone go wish my dearest friend @swans-and-pirates a very happy birthday!)

It’s a rarity in the Jones house for there to be a morning of complete silence. Typically, there are two small bodies bouncing on her, begging her to get up. Or, her second favorite way to be awoken- yelling in her face about Daddy being gone.

 Emma narrows her eyes at the sight of her alarm clock reading 8:00.

 She turns onto her side, facing Killian’s side of the bed. He’s still sound asleep. He got in late and she picked him up from the airport, so he’s probably exhausted and catching up on some well deserved rest. With a small smile, she watches his chest rise and fall gently.

Emma sighs as she sits up. She takes her hand through her hair and breathes in the day, blinking in the gentle light pouring in through the windows against the wall.

 It’s Killian’s birthday today. She has a huge party planned for tonight at the docks. She’s been planning it for a long time, mostly out of a desire to top the party he planned for her last year. It had been incredibly, ridiculously amazing, and completely set the standards too high.

 But, as Emma rests her cheek against the backboard of their bed, she studies her sleeping husband and thinks maybe this will top it.

 It’s been awhile since they were both decidedly idiots and went on the show that promised they’d find each other. Two kids, a puppy, three albums, and multiple world tours later, and all she can see when she stares at him now is her best friend.

 “Are you watching me sleep?” Killian’s voice is thick with grogginess.

 Only one of his eyes opens up a crack and he turns onto his belly, gripping the pillow under his arms. His head cranes toward her so she can see his faint smile. His back muscles ripple in a delicious manner, reminding her of just how lucky she is to have him as her other half.

 Emma hums.

 “I haven’t seen you in a week,” she says lightly. “Kinda miss watching you sleep.”

 She lies down again and Killian sighs heavily as he turns to face her completely. He has the sweetest, most tired smile on his face, and he draws her leg up to his hip while he leans in close, noses bumping and lips brushing.

 “Missed you too,” he says. “And the kids.”

 Emma smiles as she kisses her husband. Emma presses her hand against Killian’s cheek when they part and she studies his face with her fingers.

 “They missed you too. Which is weird, because you’d think they’d be so excited to see you they’d interrupt our morning.”

 Killian glances over his shoulder with a heavy sigh. “Well, perhaps they’re as tired as I am.”

 Emma chuckles. She kisses him chastely after his eyes fall closed again. She peels away from him only to have his arm wrap around her middle, thumb caressing the soft curve of her middle. It makes her heart skip a beat as butterflies tickle at the tender touch against her skin.

 Killian hums and presses his lips against her ear. “Stay just a little longer.”

 “I’ll come back after I check on the kids,” Emma promises.

 When she turns around, she meets Killian’s eyes and he arches that damn eyebrow of his. “You and I both know what that means.”

 Emma rolls her eyes. “Yes, but they’re being too quiet. I’m worried.”

 She smiles regardless and kisses her husband as she peels back the covers. She steps out of bed and goes to the door, turning back to find Killian draping his arm over his head while he stares at her with half-lidded eyes.

 “Happy birthday, Killian,” she says.

 Killian smiles. “It would be better if my wife were here in bed with me.”

 “Five minutes,” she laughs. “I promise.”

 ///

 Killian watches the clock on Emma’s nightstand as the minutes tick by.

 She doesn’t return after five minutes. It’s not a huge surprise to him.

 Killian presses his hands against his face and sighs heavily. She probably won’t come back to him or their warm bed. She probably won’t let him hold her for just a few more minutes. It’s all he’s wanted for a week now.

 This past week, he and the guys went to do a show out west and while they were out there, they collaborated with a couple of artists on a new track.

 He’d invited Emma to come with the children, but she’d declined, telling him she needed to stay home because Adeline was sick and she knew it would be a matter of time before Charlie would get it too.

 Of course, it didn’t help matters video messaging them every night and hearing about how sick both of his little ones were.

 He supposes that’s why they aren’t here now, peppering him with kisses and shrieking so loud Buddy has to come investigate.

 The thought tugs at his heart and Killian sits up in bed, taking his hand through his hair before he gets up, slips his shirt on, and heads out of the bedroom down the hall.

 Emma is the first voice he hears, followed closely by Charlie.

 “You wanna help me make breakfast, kiddo?”

 “We can have pancakes, Addie!”

 Adeline whines and Killian’s heart melts. He goes to Adeline’s bedroom door and leans against the doorframe.

 Charlie’s dressed in his favorite spaceman pajamas, his hair a riotous mess. He’s standing at Adeline’s bedside, tugging on her arm, while Emma pushes back Adeline’s hair and sighs.

 Adeline is the first to notice him. Her frown twists into a happy grin and he mirrors that smile as he takes a step into her bedroom.

 “Daddy!” she all but shouts.

 Charlie whips his attention toward him and then scrambles toward him. “Daddy!”

 Killian chuckles when Charlie attaches himself to his leg and he reaches down to cup the back of his son’s head.

 “Hey, Charlie,” Killian grins. He reaches down for his son when Charlie holds his arms up in the air, begging to be held. He settles Charlie onto his hip and kisses his forehead. “Ah, I’ve missed you, lad.”

 “Missed you too,” Charlie mumbles happily into Killian’s ear.

 Adeline hurries up from her spot in bed and wraps her arms around his legs. “Daddy, Daddy!”

 “My Adeline,” Killian grins.

 He manages to lean down so he can get her on his other hip and both of his children eagerly cling to him. Killian kisses Adeline’s head and breathes her in.

 “How are you feeling, my love? Hm? Any better?” Killian asks. Adeline snuggles closer and he kisses her again. “It’s alright, darling.”

 Emma folds her arms against her chest and tilts her head, awarding him a sweet smile.

 “Charlie and Addie wanted to make pancakes for you, Daddy,” Emma says. She stops before them and tugs on Charlie’s leg. He giggles and squirms. Emma’s eyebrows lift playfully. “But I guess we can do that together, huh?”

 It’s how the four of them end up cluttering the kitchen with giggles and wild stories from the lips of two toddlers with excited imaginations. Emma has the radio on low and she’s focusing on the actual cooking of the pancakes so that Killian can flip them onto plates.

 Adeline sits on the counter, still holding the stirring spoon, and Charlie stands on a chair that they’d pulled into the room so he can watch the status of the pancakes. Buddy, eager to be in on the fun, bumps into Killian’s legs and makes him chuckle.

 “Hey, Buddy,” Killian grins. He kneels down and scratches under the dog’s ears so he’ll squint at him. “I’ve missed you. Have you kept everyone safe while I was away?”

 Buddy’s tongue falls out of his mouth and Killian hums before awarding the dog a kiss to the top of his head.

 “You’re a good boy, Buddy.”

 “Daddy, could you flip?” Emma asks. Killian pops back up and does as he’s told. Emma smiles at him. “David’s coming over in about an hour.”

 “Why?” Killian asks, furrowing his brow.

 “Because he’s taking you out,” Emma says cryptically.

He smiles at her. “Is it because you’re planning something?”

 Emma bumps hips with him and presses her lips together in a smile, shrugging her shoulders while she pours more pancake batter. “I don’t know. Maybe.”

 Killian looks at his daughter and makes a funny face at her. She giggles.

 “Mummy’s keeping secrets from me,” Killian says. He reaches in for Adeline and sets her down on the floor. “Charlie, could you and your sister set the table for us?”

 “Yep!” Charlie agrees.

 He can barely reach the utensil drawer, but he does. The pair of his children go to the table and Charlie helps Adeline with gentleness, something that makes pride swell up in Killian’s chest.

 Killian turns to his wife and wraps an arm around her middle as his lips press against her neck. “What’s the surprise?”

 Emma bumps her head against his. “Not telling you, goofball. It’s only your birthday once a year.”

 Killian kisses her neck again. “Is it a surprise party?”

 “I don’t know,” Emma says, playing clueless. “It might just be that I need you out of the house because I hate spending time with you.”

 “Really?” Killian asks even as Emma’s hand finds his on her belly.

 “You snore and you smell terrible,” Emma says playfully. “And you’re always playing music. What’s that about?”

 “Well, if we’re being brutally honest with one another,” Killian sighs. He takes a moment to flip the next pancake onto the plate. “You look completely beautiful and I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.”

 Emma sighs. “See, this is why you need to get lost.”

 Killian sees her smile and kisses her chastely as he steps away from her. He takes the plate of pancakes to the table.

 “Truthfully, all I need today is to spend time with you three,” Killian says. “I don’t need anything special.”

 Emma hums. “I think you’ll like hanging out with David.”

 ///

 David shows up with a huge smile on his face.

 “Morning!” he says kindly. “You ready to get going, Killian?”

 Killian, who had been in the middle of helping Charlie get dressed, now stands at the front door with a single toddler-sized shoe in his hand and a single sock on one of his feet.

 “Erm… give me a moment, I think,” Killian laughs. “Come on in. I’ve got to help Charlie with his shoes.”

 Charlie’s sitting on the lowest step. He smiles at the sight of David.

 “Hi Charlie!” David says kindly. “Are you coming with us?”

 “Yes, he is!” Emma calls out from somewhere upstairs. She wanders into view with Adeline.

 Adeline comes down the stairs on her own. She’s dressed up nice, with a flower dress and her hair tied in tiny pigtails.

 Emma lifts her eyebrows as she comes downstairs herself.

 “A boys day,” Killian grins. He grabs his sock from where he’d left it and slips it on while holding onto the staircase railing. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Dave?”

 David hums. “Yeah.”

 Killian goes to grab his shoes.

 “How was California?”

 “It was good. Lots of sun. Crowds were massive.” Killian shakes his head. “I about lost my hearing.”

 David folds his arms to his chest and grins. “I bet.”

 Adeline plops down beside Charlie on the stairs and Emma laughs. “Baby girl, can you let me come through?”

 Adeline scoots toward the wall and Emma manages to get through the pair of children. She goes to David and gives him a hug. She whispers something into his ear that he nods to and then she steps away, smiling wryly at Killian.

 Emma goes to him and presses up on her toes to kiss him. “Have fun. I love you.”

 “Love you too,” Killian hums. He presses his hand to her hip and squeezes gently.

 Emma steps into the kitchen after they separate and Killian claps his hands together as he turns to Charlie and David.

 “Alright. Are we ready to go?”

 ///

 When David asks him if they can take the minivan, he thinks nothing of it. He helps Charlie in and buckles him up, then he goes around to the passenger side so David can drive.

 They listen to the latest album on low and David talks to him about the highs and lows of his week while Charlie sings along to the record in the backseat.

 It’s only when David starts driving a familiar path toward the highway that Killian arches an eyebrow and shifts in his seat.

 “What are we doing, mate?”

 David smiles at him. “Ah… I was instructed to wait until we got there to tell you, but we’re going to the airport.”

 ///

 “Hold on,” Killian says. “Where are we going?”

 He’s been handed a ticket and they’re currently standing in line to go through TSA. Charlie is excited, practically jumping up and down beside Killian.

 David grins. “You’ll see.”

 Killian has a look at the ticket. Boston.

 “Why are we-” He narrows his eyes at David, who just grins.

 “Your wife’s idea.”

 Killian hums. “She seems to be very interested in keeping me away from home.”

 It isn’t until they’re sitting in the waiting area for their plane to arrive when he realizes that this isn’t the full extent of the surprise. David keeps looking around, as if he’s trying to find someone.

 Killian spies him first. Liam.

 “Liam!” Killian laughs heartily as he watches his brother come closer. He gets up from his chair and goes to hug his older brother as soon as they’re close enough. Liam chuckles into his ear. “You didn’t tell me you were coming, you git.”

 “Emma wanted it to be a surprise.” Liam says.

 They pull apart and go back to David and Charlie. Charlie wants to give his uncle a hug, to which Liam happily complies, kneeling to be at eye-level with the boy.

 “Auntie Elsa says she misses you very much,” Liam says. “And she wishes she could be here.”

 Charlie smiles at Liam and Killian watches as his brother rises to his feet. Of course, it makes sense, Elsa not being here. They do have a newborn at home.

 “What a birthday!” Liam says, clapping Killian on the back. “A surprise flight to Boston. Me. What else could there be in store for you, little brother?”

 Killian rolls his eyes. “Younger.”

 Liam kisses his cheek obnoxiously. “Love you, Killian. Happy birthday.”

 “Thanks, brother,” Killian says. “How’s my namesake doing?”

 Liam hums. “He’s not your namesake. Just his middle name happens to be your first.” Killian nods and winks at Charlie, who giggles. “He’s perfect. Started propping his head up just last week.”

 Killian smiles at that. He misses seeing those mile markers. Misses the genuine smell of a baby and getting to prepare for the arrival of one for nine months before descending into chaos for months while balancing life.

 It’s a strange desire tugging at his heart. He and Emma had decided they wanted to have another baby, but it’s been awhile since that decision was made.

 They have no rush, though, so Killian tucks away this pang of baby fever and talks with his older brother about how things are going instead.

 ///

 They go to a baseball game. A proper one. In box seats, with hot dogs and peanuts and ball caps and jerseys they buy in the gift shop before they find their seats.

 Charlie’s thrilled. He gets to meet the mascot and they take so many pictures that he posts to social media between rotation changes.

 He’s given a signed baseball by one of the pitchers that’s a huge fan of The Pirates and it’s honestly one of the greatest experiences of his life.

 To get to experience it with his son and his brother and with David makes it all the better.

 “Daddy,” Charlie says. “Are they winning?”

 Killian holds Charlie on his knee while they watch the bottom of the seventh inning and he grins as he leaves a kiss to the side of Charlie’s head.

 “Aye, Charlie. We’re winning by quite a bit actually.”

 Charlie beams at him. “Oh good.”

 Killian chuckles. He looks over at his brother and David, who devote their attention to the game on the field below. It is impossibly good to be here with them, rather than with the guys in the band.

 While he loves his band, he does enjoy spending time apart from them. Especially when it means once in a lifetime opportunities with his son.

 “Can we get Addie and Mommy some baseball hats?”

 Killian shrugs at Charlie’s question. The thought of Emma and Adeline wearing baseball caps makes him smile.

 “Of course we can.”

 Charlie giggles. “Good.”

 ///

 Emma and Adeline go to the docks as soon as the boys are out of town. When they arrive, Mary Margaret, Ruby, Belle, Regina, and the entire band are already there, setting things up.

 Emma grins at Mary Margaret, who has her kids helping her with the balloons and streamers.

 “Hi, Mary Margaret!” Emma says.

 “Hi, Emma!” her friend gasps. “And Addie! Hi, sweet girl.”

 “Hello!”

 Emma allows Adeline to join Rosie and Leo and she examines the decorations so far. The guys are setting up the sound system while the girls are decorating tables. The ship is the one element that they need to attend to.

 “David’s excited to get to see the Sox,” Mary Margaret says. “And just so you know, everything seems to be moving smoothly.”

 Belle, who holds Noelle on her hip, wanders toward them with a bright smile. “Hi, Emma! How are you feeling?”

 “I’m good,” Emma says. She shares a knowing smile with the women. “Um… are the fireworks-”

 “Will’s taking care of that,” Belle says. “And Robin’s told me he’s very upset he couldn’t go to the baseball game today with the rest of them.”

 Emma laughs. “Well, I didn’t want to send all of them to Boston. I needed them to get ready for tonight. Do you think Killian will like it?”

 Mary Margaret gives Emma a look as Ruby draws close to them. “Emma-”

 “Emma, if Killian doesn’t like all of the effort you’ve put forth to give him a good damn birthday, you need to leave him.” Ruby says.

 Emma rolls her eyes. She glances over at the children and finds Adeline giggling with Leo.

 “I’m sure he’ll like it,” Emma says. “I just need to make sure everything’s in order. Mary Margaret, do you want to get the kids and help me with the boat?”

 “Sure!”

 ///

 When Killian arrives to town after a full day spent away, Emma has nerves fluttering around in her belly like anxious butterflies. She holds Adeline’s hand while they watch the minivan pull up to the designated spot at the diner.

 Killian steps out of the van and the back door pulls open, revealing Liam and Charlie. They’re all dressed up in their jerseys and hats and it makes her happy.

 She goes to the van and grins at her husband. “Hey.”

 “Emma, it was such a grand surprise,” he says enthusiastically. “We had so much fun.”

 Emma chuckles. She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him softly. “I’m glad you had fun.”

 David hurries around from the driver’s side and smiles wide at Emma. “Killian got to meet his favorite.”

 “No way!” Emma laughs. “That must’ve been so cool.”

 “It was,” Killian confirms. He lifts Adeline onto his hip and kisses her cheek. “But not as cool as getting to be back at home.”

 Emma hums. She gives Liam a hug when she turns to see him and they exchange knowing glances.

 She laughs when Charlie won’t stop talking about the game and then she says, “Okay, Charlie, you know what? Let’s talk about that in a little while. Mommy has something to show you.”

 Killian’s eyebrows wriggle. “We’re not having dinner?”

 Emma looks at the diner over her shoulder and shakes her head. “Not yet. Come on. To the docks for a picnic.”

 Her heart must be beating louder than it ever has before.

 Killian walks alongside her and Charlie bounces along Emma’s other side. He keeps telling her bits and pieces of stories that she laughs and tries to understand through his excitement.

 Killian just smiles at her and she smiles back, happy to have him here with her again.

 They hold hands by the time they reach the docks and Emma bites down on her lip when she sees the awe register on his face.

 The docks are all lit up with sparkling string lights and everyone he loves are waiting for them. They start screaming and cheering when they see them and Emma laughs.

 “What’s all this?” Killian asks.

 “Happy birthday.”

 ///

 There’s a bloody ferris wheel set up and his favorite opening act from their last tour is playing live on a stage constructed on his ship.

 There are children everywhere and people he loves- Liam, his father, all of the guys from the band… and Elsa with Nora and little Xavier Killian.

 “Bloody hell! Elsa!” he gasps, going to her. She laughs sweetly when he wraps his arms around her as best he can with Adeline on his hip and Xavier in her arms.

 “Hi, Killian. Are you surprised enough?”

 His eyes are wide and he holds his mouth wide open as he turns, taking it all in with amazement.

 “This is bloody incredible. Where on earth is my wife?”

 Elsa chuckles and points behind him. He turns to find Emma biting on her lip nervously. He goes to her, wrapping an arm around her, and he lays a massive kiss on her.

 She giggles into him and they part laughing.

 “Emma, this- it’s amazing. Elsa’s here! I thought she couldn’t be here!”

 His wife laughs happily. Her hands clasp together above her heart and she nods. “We had to plan very carefully.”

 Killian turns to face Elsa. “Well, I thought for sure Liam was the end of the surprise. To get to see you and the kids is amazing. I feel bloody awful I wasn’t able to come when he was born.”

 Elsa holds Xavier out so Killian can see his new nephew’s face and his heart beats just a little bit quicker.

 “Hi, Xavier,” Killian says. He feels breathless.

 “Hi Xavier!” Adeline sings.

 Killian chuckles and admires the baby’s face before turning to his wife. “Emma, would you have a look at him? He’s gorgeous.”

 Emma wears a sweet expression on her face. She peers down at the baby and sighs happily. “He’s so handsome.”

 “Thank you,” Elsa says on a smile.

 “And to think. He has my name.”

 Emma rolls her eyes and elbows him in the ribs. Killian chuckles and kisses her temple.

 ///

 Emma watches Killian with a soft smile from her spot at the head table with Charlie and Adeline. Her husband goes from person to person around the docks, thanking them individually for being here for his birthday and hugging them and taking photos with each and every one.

 Charlie and Adeline are getting tired, but they’re still both very excited to be having a fun party like this. There’s dancing and laughter and there are games that have everyone engaged and excited.

 Emma finds herself the subject of at least a dozen kisses from her husband every time he finds her again and she laughs every time, because she’s never seen him so happy before in her life.

 Eventually, he finds her again and this time, he stays.

 “Emma,” he says, shaking his head with disbelief. “This is the most incredible thing that anyone has ever done for me.”

 Emma hums. “It’s not even over yet, babe.”

 Killian’s eyebrows lift high. “Bloody hell. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

 “Just two more surprises,” she says. She pats his knee and rubs. “I promise.”

 ///

 The first surprise is fireworks reminiscent of their second wedding as he’s dancing with his wife on the dock.

 She smiles at him and he tickles her side until she laughs and they have to stop swaying and just stare up at the display in awe. Emma tucks herself against him and he strokes her arm, leaving a kiss to the top of her head every so often.

 “You know you didn’t have to top what I did for your birthday, darling,” Killian says as they’re driving back home with two sleeping toddlers in the backseat.

 Emma hums. “I wanted to.”

 Killian takes her hand and brings it to his lips. “I love you. So much. Do you know that?”

 “I know,” Emma laughs.

 He parks the van and turns to her. “I wish I had something to give you. To thank you.”

 Emma blushes and bites down on her lip. “You… kind of have already.”

 Killian narrows his eyes at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 His wife breaks into a smile. She leans her head against her headrest and glances back into the backseat where their children sleep.

 When her gaze returns to his, she takes a soft breath.

 “I hate to be the one to break the news, but we’re going to have to start using the back row of seats, babe.” Emma says.

 She pauses, searching his eyes. A wry grin fills her lips.

 He could swear his heart is about to rip right out of his chest with how fast it’s pounding. He has an idea of what she’s about to say and it makes him more excited than he has been all day. And that’s saying something.

 “Are you…?” Killian asks breathlessly, not daring say it for fear of being wrong.

 Emma laughs. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

 “Bloody hell,” he laughs with a breath. He surges forward to hug his wife and she giggles into his ear.

 Killian pulls back to kiss her sweetly and chastely. “This is officially my favorite birthday.”

 Emma laughs softly. She admires him with a gentleness he’s so lucky to have found in her. “I’m glad you liked it.”

 Killian glances in the backseat and tilts his head back toward the house. “Why don’t we take the kids to bed? Then we can get those five minutes you denied me this morning back.”

 Emma hums. Her smile is bright. “I would love that.”

[beet-rootesoupevodkabanya]

Post-apocalypse military AU.

Next part as I promised to dear Feli.😘 Occasionally it'll have the 3d part. Btw I chose tramadolum as painkiller bc it's typical in such cases in Russia. ************************* Private Katsuki woke up in the middle of the night. From cold. Or better to say - from loss of living warmth. The last thing he remembered was thin, cold fingers tracing his hair, wondering over neck, shoulders, innocently getting a bit under a t-shirt time to time. General Snow King... But. Where is he? Yuuri rose on elbow looking around. Shadow on the balcony. Here he is! Boy clumsily got up, still half-asleep, rubbed his eyes and realized something was completely wrong. His commander smoked on the balcony. But it's autumn already. Nights definitely aren't warm enough to stay outside half-naked and with bare feet. And the way he stayed. Hardly supporting himself with one hand over balcony fencing, as if trying to step on the left leg less. Burning spot of cigarette shivered in darkness. Private Katsuki stormed there. Being a long-time friend with doctor Phichit taught him a lot of useful (or not really...) things. Of course now it was clear - old wounds of his General were aching. Maybe this time because of stress... [I made General suffer... It's my fau...] [Not fucking now, Private Katsuki!!] - Sir? - boy from Safe Zone stepped on the balcony. - I know cold seems... distracting from pain. But still... It's not good for U. [Fuck. Chilling stones of the floor almost burn skin.] Not waiting for any response Private Katsuki reached for commander grabbing his waist. Snow King obviously shivered. - It's ok, Yuuri, just go back to sleep. I'll be right in a minute. - General turned to him with almost normal face expression. Almost... Smile could look carefree. But cold drops of sweat on his forehead, dark shadows under eyes and bitten almost to blood lips betrayed him completely. - Old wounds, righ? - Yuuri hugged his commander with both hands making to lean on his shoulder. - Finish your cigarette and let's return. - U shouldn't step here with bare feet. - his voice is too quiet. Almost like whisper. He sloppily stifled the cigarette, burned fingers by smoldering end and didn't even noticed. [How much pain do U hide from others, General Snow King?..] White skin was icy cold. How long did he stayed there?... It was just several steps distance - to get to the bed. Frozen fingers leaned to boys shoulder searching for support. Yuuri hugged commander almost bringing him on arms to the sheets. Laid there and touched forehead with lips. At least it's not a fever. In this case he knows what to do. - Sir, what caused this? - stupid question but Phichit could need to know it to choose the treatment. - Is it weather or... - I'm sorry. - icy-blue eyes focused on Private Katsuki. - It's just... I've got...nervous. It happens time to time. [Nervous?... Is it... Because of me?.. My fault??... No, Private Katsuki, it's fucking NOT the time for this!!!] Yuuri nodded, grabbed the phone and placed a fast kiss on pale cheek: - I'll be right back. I'm gonna take medicine for U. - Hey, c'mon, Yuuri! I'm fine. - strong hand held his wrist. - I told U it happens time to time. Nothing to worry about. No need to bother doctors. - NO NEED???!!!!! MY ASS!!! - unexpected outburst made General Nikiforov to instinctively let go of boy's hand. - If U're in pain it IS a reason to worry!!!! He whistled to Makkachin, tapped the bed near General and nodded to his side: - Look after him until I return. Dog wigged tail and licked Victor's cheek. *********************** Midnight call woke Phichit up but didn't really surprise him. As well as Yuuri in pajamas and army boots put on bare feet. He saw his best friend in even more weird states. The problem was clear. He put out some ampules and syringes and began to scroll through General Nikiforov's medical card. - Did U catch a cold, Katsuki-san? - Minami appeared from nowhere. Still not completely awake but as always super excited about hell knows what. - Your face is all red. [Just. Great. What am I supposed to answer? "Oh, it's ok, I've just occasionally kissed legendary General Snow King in a cheek."?????] Muttering something unclear, Yuuri grabbed medicines, listened to Phichit's warnings and rushed back. To his commander. Of course even more red then before. Minami sigh, pressing hands to face dreamily: - My OTP... ************************ When he returned Victor laid on the bed hugging Makkachin and hiding face into soft, brown fur. Is he asleep?... Private Katsuki unsurely touched naked shoulder. - Yuuri... - his voice was quiet and hoarse. - Please, go to sleep. U need a rest. - Phichit gave tramadolum for U. - Yuuri softly turned his commander on the back. Of course he wasn't the only one who being able to give an injection. Every soldier was taught medical basics. He was just too used to it for a newbie. Of course because of Phichit (or "dr.Hamsterviel" as he was often called by friends despite of lack of similarity). And it was also the reason why, unlike other martials, Yuuri never was reckless about medic themes. Boy took out first-aid kit, and returned to the bed with spirit and syringe but unexpectedly his General grabbed Makka, pressing him to the chest as a huge stuffed toy and curled into a ball near the headboard. - I'm a kind of... Don't like injections. I had too much of them during hospitals and stuff... - intonations sounded almost normal now. He even snorted. As if everything is fine. [Too much? Is it the only reason, General Snow King?...] Yuuri stopped for a second intensively thinking the situation over?.. Is his commander really scared of injections? But why? Painful memories? Or something else? But they must do it anyway. And do it right now. [What to do?! Think, Private Katsuki!!! What Mari-nee did when she brought U to doctors and U was afraid?...] Yuuri set on the bed near his General, stroke silver locks and when he raised a head cupped his face with both hands, smiling: - Please, darling... Don't be afraid. It won't cause U pain. He moved closer, to hug his commander: - Please, Victoru-chan... Don't be scared. I'm here. I won't let anything bad happen to U. [DARLING???!!!!! VICTORU-CHAN????!!!! Katsuki, are U retarted or what????!!!!!! Honestly he should punch U right now! Not to mention it was over-idiotic - to use tender pronounce of own country...] But all these internal screams didn't stop Yuuri from making embrace tighter and beginning to slightly cradle his General, caressing winter silk: - Don't worry, dear... It won't be painful... To say legendary General Nikiforov was surprised would be a shameless lie. He wasn't SURPRISED. He was STUNNED. And gasped with wide eyes unable to put thoughts together. He never experienced something like this before. If someone would ask Snow King what exactly he feels right now he definitely hadn't be able to answer. Either too stupid or too happy. Or both. Of course little traitor Private Katsuki used inadequate condition of his commander to press vein, touch skin with spirit pad and stuck the needle in... No, it's not painful. It could be even exciting in it's own weird way. But still... Tramadolum has some...unwanted side-effects. Victor blankly stared at empty syringe. Pain will fade away soon. It's not that good though... - U see? Everything is fine now. - Yuuri pressed a cold from spirit cotton pad to the vein, hugged his General with a free arm and caressed silver locks - U did great. U'll feel better soon. And now it's time to sleep. Somewhere in the corner of his mind General Nikiforov understood he should react somehow: say that he's not a kid to comfort him like this, or calm Kaiyo down because he is definitely worried, or... But he couldn't make a slightest move, unable to realize it all is for real. He didn't even notice when Yuuri turned off the light. - If U need something, I'm right here. - Boy laid his still speechless General to the pillow and covered with a blanket. Silence lasted about a minute. (And during this minute Yuuri several times almost died from heartattack hysterically thinking over again and again what had he done in last hour... - Yuuri?... - hoarse nearly to whisper voice sounded apologetic. Boy from Safe Zone almost jumped. From mix of worry and unreasonable embarrassment: - Yes, s-sir?.. - Are U here?.. Weird question. Victor tried to force out laugh but it sounded bitter. As an answer warm hand sneaked over his chest and pulled into soft embrace. Yuuri leaned to naked, sharp shoulder blades, breath touched the line of winter silk on the neck: - Aye, sir... I'm here for U, sir... This weird kid is always so brave in very unexpected moments... - Didn't I tell U? No "sir". We're family here. We call each other by names... -Victor caught milky-white wrist, intertwining their fingers. Nervously and too forceful. Private Katsuki didn't try to get free. Warm thumbs caressed icy-cold skin of his commander - I'm sorry for all this mess... - General inhaled making voice to sound less weak. Seemed like tramadolum worked on him rather fast. - I must explain U why I didn't want to use painkillers. U see... It has side-effects. Body is dizzy, mind is clouded... - Snow King sigh as if being a kind of bored with it all but then buried face into Yuuri's palms. Breath was shaking, more like sobbing, but cheeks stayed dry. - And... U know... I kinda... Loose control. Last time I got this injection... I was in hospital with damaged knee. They gave it to me every night for five days to make it possible to sleep. And every morning I found out the pillow is wet as fuck. And nurses muttered I cried for all six hours of it's effect. I didn't properly remember though... So stupid. I don't want U to be scared of disgusted...if something like this happens again. Boy from Safe Zone tightened embrace burring face into wither silk: - Why do U think so low about your subordinate, Victoru?... Crying is natural. And... U're not alone anymore. U won't wake up alone and in tears. I'm here. With U. [...And always will be with U. I'll wipe all your tears. If only I could... I'd wipe them with kisses... I'd give U my everything... My flesh and blood... Every second of my life...] - My Yuki-no-kami-sama... How did it happened - that Yuuri said it aloud - later he couldn't say for sure. But flawless body in his arms tensed up even stopping to breath: - Say... That... Again... Please... First Katsuki's wish was to roll into furthest corner and die there: how could it be??? Is his General mad at him now?... But... It's not a right time to be in hysteric. He just clung to Victor tighter: - It means "God of snow" in my language. [It's nothing to loose now. If he is mad, he has a right to kill me...] Kaiyo cupped commander's cheek stroking porcelain skin and repeated: - My. Yuki-no-kami-sama. Silence lasted for rather long. He'd think his General fell asleep but tense body in his arms made him doubt. Husky whisper touched boy's palm: - Yuuri... Where did U spend your epidemic period? Do U remember that times? [Ehhh??!! Why this question???] Private Katsuki shrugged shoulders blushing and being graceful to the entire Universe for laying behind his Snow King. He won't see this stupid redness. - Well... I don't remember much... I know we were evacuated because of risk of nuclear explosion in our region. It was a long trip. I can't say for sure what land it was.. And then threat was fixed and we were sent back home. But memories are so shadowed... I can't say what was a dream and what was for real. - Yuuri caressed silver silk away from commander's eyes. - But if U want, we can go and check it up in documents in the morning. General exhaled. Either disappointed or just thoughtful. And curled into a ball in Yuuri's arms, leaning to him with his back unexpectedly tight: - Yes... Let's do it. In the morning. Boy from Safe Zone locked the embrace and slid palm under Victor's cheek instead of a pillow: - Sleep well, sir... - "Sir"...my ass. - he lightly pushed Yuuri's side with an elbow and sigh - Sleep well, Private Katsuki, it's an order.