#he’s clearly supported to express himself physically how he wants too w his hair + clothes + piercings etc too every time I see a picture

[galaxywhale]

couple of years ago, a family friend announced that their child [deadname] has told them he’s a boy and will be known as [name] going forward and she’s sharing so everybody will know who’s she’s talking about when she uses his name or talks about her son

she shares trans pride stuff or anti transphobia stats + posts on her Facebook story sometimes and I get recommended fb events sometimes about how to support trans kids etc because she’s clicked she’s interested

there was a Father’s Day post today with a picture of him and his sister with their dad (also a family friend) and my dad was talking about him and the piercing he has in his nose

and idk all of this stuff feels like super basic respect 101 stuff but it makes my heart so happy any time I see or hear anything about him <3

[barsformars]

Tricky

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g - fluff, slighttttttt angst, suggestive

p - san x reader

w.c - 1.9k

t.w - san touching reader's naked body

c - san takes care of you when you get injured and are left all alone at home. the catch is? both of you obviously have feelings for each other but.....san

a.n - uusjsjjs this was requested through private message! im sorry it took so long lmao uh, this is just 1.9k of plotless words nothing will be solved by the end of the story so its almost like word vomit???

t.l - @closer-stars @jeongyunhoed @fairyofdusk

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"It's not funny," you snarled at the pink haired boy who seemed to be overly amused at this situation in which both your arms were put in slings. You had slipped over a puddle of water, and that had sent you flying down the small flight of stairs right outside the taekwondo dojang, resulting in two dislocated shoulders. San pressed his lips firmly into a tight line to stop the corners of them from quirking up. On one hand, he does feel really bad, but if he said you didn't look ridiculously hilarious right now, he'd be lying. "I wonder who was on the verge of tears earlier on."

"That's because you were in so much pain I felt so bad for having asked you over for a sparring session!" San defended himself, a small pout forming as he did so. "At least the body and shin guards saved you from breaking your bones."

Once the elevator reached your floor, San pressed on the button to hold them open while keeping a close eye on you as you slowly exited. You've never noticed how much arm or shoulder action happens when you walk, until now.

It was only when you stepped through your front door and noticed your roommate's house slippers still sitting on the bottom of the shoe rack do you remember that they were out on a business trip. Being alone at home right now wasn't an option for you when you couldn't do anything by yourself, but your roommate wouldn't be back till next week. You didn't want to burden any of your other friends so late in the night, you had no choice but to rely on San.

But things...are always a little trickier with him.

"I can only stay for tonight," San sighed as he placed his phone down on the coffee table. You don't know if it was a sigh of relief or one of frustration; he had pleaded over the phone for ten minutes. "But my manager said that they can send someone over to help you out for the next few days."

"It's alright, I'll ask Jimin for help tomorrow. If they aren't available, I'll let you know, yea?" San nods, though rather reluctantly. He trusts that you'll be able to take care of yourself, except physically for now at least.

San holds you by the waist to support you as you got up from the couch, keeping an arm wrapped around it as he brought you to the bathroom. "Please tell me you have a bathtub."

"I insisted on having one, glad it's finally of actual use."

"Oh yeah."

As you soaked in the warm bath that San had ran for you, you couldn't help but think of everything that has been happening between the two of you. The lingering touches, the jokes with double meanings, the way he gazes at you so softly, and the sudden tension that fills up the atmosphere following all those. San hasn't put a title over what this relationship was, and you've been too afraid to take the lead even though you knew that friends don't act like that towards one another. You didn't want to pressure him, he already has a lot on his plate. But he ought to give you an answer soon if he's about to see you in your most vulnerable state, right?

There comes another knock on the door, the tenth one in the whole duration of your bath. "I was being serious when I said don't try to act tough and do everything alone." The knocking continued on non-stop until you replied.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" You joked. "I'm done, I need help getting out."

"Not impatient, just worried." You hear his back leave the door for a moment as he stood up from the floor. And as politely as he could be while intruding into your private space, San pushed open the toilet door gently and stepped in after informing you first. You couldn't stop the giggle from escaping your throat when you took sight of him, his eyes shut close in consideration that you might not want him seeing you naked.

"Oh, you're laughing? At me?" San asked in disbelief as he pulled his arms that were searching for the wall back and rested his hands on his hips, a playful smile growing on his face. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because you're cute," you cooed, much to his dismay.

"I'm not cute!" San argued, his eyes now open and glaring at you, still rather adorably. But before you could tease him any further, San practically stomped his way to the bathtub, leaning down to your eye level as his arms gripped onto the sides. "Don't mistake my manners for cuteness, I'm not." He said, almost with a growl, as he reached into the water and wrapped his strong arms around your torso, pulling you up so that you could stand. Taking pride in the way your eyes widened in surprise, San couldn't help but smirk before giving you a quick peck on your forehead. "You're cute."

Once he got you out of the bathtub, San tried his best to not look at your body as he dried you up with a towel while you stood there blankly, still at a complete loss for words. "You're so rude," you told San after finally able to process whatever just happened a minute ago. The boy merely raised his eyebrows, his lips pursed. "Taking advantage of my injuries to show off your strength when you know how I feel about it."

"Well, you're not stupid, you know how I feel about you. It's only normal I act cool a little," San replied nonchalantly but you could tell that he was too afraid to look you in the eye. "Come on, let's go get you dressed."

"Also, just thought that you should know...." San paused for a moment to make sure that you dried your feet properly on the mat before continuing. "I almost patted your bare ass earlier on." You can't even blame him. With how touchy he and his members are, you aren't even surprised that touching people's butt has become their second nature. But even then, he really didn't have to tell you.

"TMI dude."

San had been watching YouTube tutorials on how to put on shirts with a dislocated shoulder while waiting for you to wash up earlier on. You wouldn't have known either if he wasn't showing off all the knowledge that he had learnt less than half an hour ago by trying to convince you quite passionately, and with demonstrations, about why a dress shirt would be much easier to put on than a t-shirt, especially in your case.

"I will. I will wear dress shirts until my shoulders recover," you sighed heavily in defeat. "But just for tonight, can you help me with a t-shirt? I want to sleep comfortably even if it's just for tonight."

This time it was San's turn to sigh as he reached out to pinch your cheek. "I already told you that it will hurt."

"Make it not hurt then." You shook your head so that he would let go.

"Just sleep naked then," San mumbled under his breath but loud enough for you to hear, causing you to scowl at the boy. He catches your expression and sticks his tongue out at you. "Am I wrong?"

"T-shirt," you stated firmly, refusing to comply even when you knew San only had the best intentions for you in mind. You already don't think you could sleep with two injured shoulders, much less with your crush staying the night with you, and definitely even much lesser with an uncomfortable sleeping outfit. "Or I'll bite you." Those words becoming a reality became much more probable when his dimples makes an appearance once again, resembling the dent on a mochi when you press into it with a finger.

"I don't think that's a wise idea right now, maybe next time-" he gave you a gentle boop on the top of your nose with his finger-"now, your majesty, may I help you put on your gold thread shirt made from silk of the finest quality on so that both me and you can be spared from getting ourselves into a tricky situation?" If you could throw a punch at San right now, you would, but all you could do right now was to sit on the bed quietly and accept the teasing. And also whatever San was about to do to help you put on the shirt.

You wonder if it's too late to change your choice of clothing after San kneels down behind you on the bed, his chest and toned abdomen almost plastered onto your back as he reached over your shoulders to grab your forearms. "I need you to put your arms a little closer together, we'll have to try to get both through the sleeves together," he explained clearly and waited for your nod before he moved your arms as cautiously as he could, his eyes studying every twitch of your facial expression to check for discomfort or pain. "Tell me if it hurts okay? Don't act tough, I keep telling you that but please, please don't act tough."

All you could manage was a soft "mhm", your throat feeling too tight for proper words to come out of your mouth. You wonder if San, like how you could feel the warmth of his hands and body, could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks too. "I'm going to pull both sleeves up now, it may hurt a little," San warned, one hand coming up to pat your head affectionately before he gripped onto the sleeves again. Even with how gentle he was being, a wince still manages to escape from you, putting a pause on San's actions as he tilt his head to look at you. "I'm sorry, it will be over soon." You nodded, fully trusting him.

Though there were still a couple more times your shoulders hurt before the sleeves were fully through, the little apology he makes every time that happens comforts you, and also, makes your heart beats embarrassingly fast. Getting your head through the hole was a much easier feat and it didn't take long before your shirt was on.

San got off your bed to fetch his backpack and for a moment you thought that he was going to pull out the painkillers that you were prescribed with but instead, he took out two boxes of shoulder brace. "When did you even get that?" You asked, amused and touched at the same time. The shoulder slings the hospital had put you in was terribly uncomfortable and while the brace may not be way better, it was still better than the sling.

"When you were getting your x-ray done," San replied with a proud smile.

"Aw, I would give you a pat on your head if I could."

Upon hearing that, San practically shoved his pink hair into your face as he bent down. "You can kiss me on my head."

"I will bite you."

[051093]

shaking faith | 707

wc: 2958

pairing: saeyoung “707″ choi x reader

genre: canon compliant, angst w/ smidge of fluff, mutual pining, sad fic for sad boy

description: in which he comes to check on you after a fight, only to find you asleep — and he confesses things he shouldn’t have.

my masterlist.

Saeyoung has more work than ever, and he can’t do any of it.

Every time he finds himself close to being productive, his memory betrays him, bringing him back to fated encounter with Saeran a few days ago. His long lost twin brother with hair the color of cream and coral, turquoise irises like black holes. You, your back pressed against Saeran’s chest, your neck lodged in the crook of his arm as he threatened your life. The sentence you cried out, your frightened eyes swimming with tears—

I love you!

“Fuck,” he hisses, nimble hands lifting from the keyboard to knot in his crimson hair.

Try as he might, he can’t forget how your words made him feel: how high his heart leapt, how a tide of fierce happiness seemed to soothe every ache in his body. When the syllables left your lips, everything was okay, and you were just two young adults in love. He wanted so badly to cross the room and sweep you into his arms like he should’ve done on day one, to hold you close and promise you he’d spend the rest of his life shielding you from harm.

But the fantasy only lasted a few meager seconds, and reality returned like a dagger to his stomach: your life was in danger and Saeran was deranged. And both were his fault.

After Saeran had left and the countdown stopped, Saeyoung was left with a horrible clutter of emotions he couldn’t decipher, his head swimming with fear, confusion, hatred, betrayal, and hope all at once. He went into overdrive, like his laptop sometimes did when he had too many programs running, and he ran the last command he could: yelling at you.

“Luciel…” He hated that name but loved the way you said it then, so fondly and kindly that it filled his frozen heart with warmth. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”

“No,” he snapped back. “Not only that, but I don’t think you should be in the RFA anymore. Forget about us. Forget about the party. As soon as it’s safe, leave.”

Even without looking at you, he sensed the flash of hurt in your expression. “Why are you deciding my future?”

“Because I know what’s best for you.” He closed his eyes, exasperated. “Look, you’re free to do whatever you want, but my thoughts won’t change.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“This is nothing for a person like you to get involved in.” He swiveled, eyes ablaze. “ I am nothing for a person like you to get involved with. You’ll only get hurt, you understand me?”

“I’d like to decide that for myself,” you responded coolly.

“Then you’re asking for it,” he snarled. “The darkness, the loneliness, the heartbreak, the demons. When you’re engulfed in these things because of me, you’ll remember that you were stupid enough to want it.”

“I want you.” Your response came through louder and clearer than anything Saeyoung could’ve spat through his lying teeth. “I want you. Let me help you fight these demons. Let me guide you out of this darkness.”

“That’s…impossible,” he muttered, averting his gaze. “I need to work. Don’t bother me.”

You stood up from your seat, making long, confident strides across the apartment until you were standing so close that he could smell the lovely scent of your hair.

“Aren’t you being too one-sided?” You breathed. “What am I supposed to do about my feelings for you?”

His heart danced with a maddening flutter, but his face told a different story, contorting with rage. “I said don’t bother me!”

He hated the way you flinched and stepped back into the kitchen counter. He hated how sad you looked. He hated himself.

“I don’t care about your feelings, alright?” He spat. “Get your priorities straight. You’re living with a bomb right now.”

“Luciel—”

“You could’ve died today.” His voice cracked. “It’s not the time to think about your feelings for me. Just worry about staying alive, will you?”

You only blinked back. He wished he could shake some sense into you, he was so frustrated, but he knew he couldn’t—he couldn’t keep himself at a single touch.

“How can you be so naive? So calm?” He sighed deeply. “Please, Y/N, for the first time in your life, put yourself first. If you ever get hurt, I’ll…” He forgot how to speak. “I’ll…”

“I know,” you said, quietly but firmly, “that this is your way of caring about me.”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffed, but his voice lacked resolve and you both knew it. “You’re free to think whatever you want, because we’ll never see each other again once this hacker thing is resolved. Just do yourself a favor in the meantime: stop wasting your emotions on me.”

You looked like you wanted to touch him too, your hand twitching at your side, and he would’ve liked nothing more than for you to cradle his jaw with a caring hand, to smooth away the creases of stress in his face. But he was glad you didn’t.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Like he held all the stars in the sky, like he was the only man in the world. He turned, drawing his jacket closer to his chest. “God, this won’t do. I’m going out to the hallway and I’ll come back when you’re asleep. Sort yourself out in the meantime.”

Unable to look at you another time, he left the apartment, pacing in the hallway and muttering to himself agitatedly. He came back a few hours later to a dimly lit and silent apartment, indicators that you’d indeed fallen asleep. He drew out a chair, opened his laptop, and tried to work, juggling restoring the apartment’s security algorithm and getting Vanderwood and the agency off his ass. But it’s been a vicious cycle of almost focusing, remembering you love him, and losing any sense of concentration all over again, and he’s starting to think he won’t get anything done tonight no matter how much longer he spends staring at his screen.

He closes his laptop, turns off the light, and, without really thinking, makes his way to your room.

Cast in the soft glow of a night light, you’ve been reduced to a lump under the blanket in your unconscious state. Saeyoung slips soundlessly past the door and stands by your pillow, his golden gaze taking in the long lashes splayed against your cheeks, the subtle rise and fall of your breathing, the tousled hair that shrouds your face.

For as long as he’s known you, you’ve been headstrong, bold, outspoken; incredibly, unconditionally kind, always standing up for what you think is right. In the last few days, especially, you’ve been hovering over Saeyoung’s shoulder despite him begging you not to, drilling into his head to please use you as a resource; to let you help; to let you into his head and his heart. Between planning the party, communicating with the other R.F.A. members, and nagging at Saeyoung, you haven’t even stopped to take a breath. And his heart aches with contentment, so much that it nearly physically hurts, to see you so peaceful.

He comes to a crouch, and just being so close to you brings a flush of color to his cheeks. You’re the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen no matter what expression you’re wearing, but you look younger now that your face is absent of worry or sadness. He wishes he could capture your innocence right now and store it away in a place where the dangers of the world can never taint it.

He’d do anything to keep you from harm, to keep you so undisturbed, even if it means taking the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Y/N,” he breathes, your name hardly a whisper on his tongue. “You’re asleep.”

You don’t stir. Again, so naturally he barely thinks beforehand, he sweeps your hair from your face with a gentle hand, tucking the stray locks behind your ear.

“You’ve been talking all day, but you’re so quiet when you’re sleeping,” he continues. “You’re so damn weird, you know that? I had to have hurt you by saying all those things, but you still manage to be so bright…”

And thank goodness you’re asleep, because the way he’s looking at you right now and the tenderness in his words contradict everything he shouted at you earlier today.

“You’re so genuine and honest. And I’m just complicated and two-faced.” He takes a deep breath. “The 707 from the chatroom is optimistic, supportive, friendly…but that’s just a mask. This icy person, Saeyoung, is me. My background, my upbringing — everything about me is so dark and pessimistic that I will always be incapable of making you happy, no matter how much I wish I could. I want you to know that.

“You should get angry at me,” he mutters. “I wish you would once in a while. But no, you just have to be so understanding all the time. I can’t believe you’re real sometimes — that one person can be so wonderful, that I got so lucky to meet you.

“God, what am I doing? I — I clearly need to get some sleep. But before I go, I want to tell you this, Y/N, regardless of whether you can hear me or not.

“Don’t trust me.” He fights to keep his voice steady. “Don’t trust me, don’t trust V, and don’t trust anyone in the R.F.A. Please be less nice to me, so it’ll hurt less when I have to disappear. And, when I do, forget about me and be happy. Please. You have to be happy, okay?”

His trembling hand finds yours beneath the blanket and he squeezes gently, an unspoken farewell. He stays that way for a few heartbeats longer, then rises from his crouch and turns around, padding back towards the door.

“Saeyoung?”

His knees nearly give out from beneath him, he’s so shocked to hear your voice.

“Saeyoung,” you say again, and he slowly turns around, his breath batted.

Your beautiful eyes meet his, the blanket falling a little lower as you sit up. You’re wearing a white blouse that leaves your lovely neck and shoulders on full display. You’re so damn beautiful, your skin and hair set aglow by the soft light behind you, an angel sitting barely-clothed in bed with his name dangling from your sweet lips. He’s absolutely gutted. And panicked , because he’s nowhere near ready to have this conversation with you right now.

“How much did you hear?”

You hesitate. “Every word.”

He starts to turn away, face flushing with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to talk,” you say, and he stops in his steps. “I just…want to be with you tonight.”

He swallows around a dry throat. “I don’t think — ”

“Today was really scary,” you say, your voice softening. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep if I don’t have company.”

He stands still for what feels like entire minutes, his lower lip between his teeth, every limb in his body gravitating toward you but his head screaming at him to stay put.

“Please, Saeyoung?”

But his resolve crumbles around him like snow.

He sinks into the mattress beside you, his hands quivering with nervous energy. The two of you sit in silence for a few moments more, his amber eyes locked with yours as if asking what’s next. Then, there’s a rustle of blankets, a soft sigh — and you’ve wound your arms around his neck.

He caves at your slightest touch, and you feel the way the tension leaves his body, his shoulders sagging as you draw him close. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck and breathes in the sweet scent of your skin; relishes in your feather-light hands tracing comforting circles on his back, the warmth from your body and comfort from your care. You hold him tightly enough that he can’t slip away, gently enough that he won’t break, and, maybe for the first time in his whole life, he feels cared for. Protected.

The sound of your pulse nearly drowns out the sound of your voice, you’re speaking so quietly. “Is this okay?”

“This is perfect.” Saeyoung murmurs. He curls an arm around your waist, his hand accidentally riding up the hem of your blouse to brush against the warm, bare skin beneath, and he blushes a deep red that makes his hair look monochrome. “You’re perfect.”

He feels your breath catch in your throat, your heart skip a beat. “You can’t say things like that if you don’t want me to fall for you.”

“I know,” he sighs. “It just slipped out.”

For a while, the two of you lay in silence, wrapped up in each other’s arms with legs entwined beneath the covers, hearts beating in a rapid but perfect unison. Your fingers comb through his silky hair, your touch so soft and affectionate that Saeyoung’s eyelids begin to feel heavy, all of the troubling thoughts in his mind replaced by all that you are. It’s not until he begins to drift off does your voice taint the room’s silence once more.

“It’s not Seven or Luciel that I have feelings for, you know.” A beat. “It’s Saeyoung.”

And he’s wide awake again.

“The boy who came to my rescue recently. The boy who can be cold sometimes, but only because he cares so much that he feels as if he’ll drown in it all. His line of work forbids him from having friends and family, but he does — and he loves them more than anything, and he knows being friends with him will put them in danger.” You swallow. “He knows being in love with him is basically a death sentence.

“But he's worth it. Because danger is nothing compared to everything else that comes with being by his side: care, protection, kindness, laughter, and so much happiness.”

You dust a hand beneath his jaw, tilting his chin up so you can gaze into his eyes, and his heart is hammering so hard he swears you can feel it through the material of his T-shirt.

“I meant what I said earlier. It wasn’t just a spur-of-the-moment, impulsive declaration,” you whisper. “I love you.”

His breath hitches in his throat, his blood running cold, but the way his heart sings is unmistakable. He feels the same way and he knows it, no matter how hard he’ll try denying the truth.

“And I understand if you can’t feel the same way, but I only ask that, if this really is as temporary as you say, that you remember me.” Your voice trembles. “To remember, years from now, how my heart and my soul once belonged to you. How you once made me feel like I could fly. Like I was safe.”

Saeyoung hears your words echo long after you’ve finished talking. Everything about this has him approaching sensory overload — your confession, your fingers brushing his hair out of his face, your dilated pupils and breathy tone, the feeling of your skin beneath his hands and the tip of your nose just brushing his. In his stomach, a fire ignites where there’s only ever been small flames, and he does the only thing he can think of doing, the only thing he wants to do so badly that he no longer can control himself.

He closes the distance between you and kisses you, his hands tense on your hips and his face burning. For a horrible second, he wonders if he’s overstepped his boundary, if you’re ready — but then you begin to kiss him back, and the fire grows like it never has. Your lips part and he loses all consciousness aside from the taste of your mouth, the wonderful pressure that has him reeling. Your hands navigate his skin until they flutter to the sides of his neck, your thumbs grazing his jaw and coaxing him into a blissful stupor. His entire world reduces down to you and you only, your lips so incredibly soft and sweet, and he kisses you slowly but deeply, melting into your touch.

The curious way kisses do, this one comes to its natural end in time. He leans his forehead against yours and the two of you stay there in a comfortable but sad silence, his fingers lacing through yours reassuringly.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he murmurs, his amber gaze so soft and loving that you have no trouble believing him at all. “You already knew that, I think, but I really do, so much that it scares me. And I’m sorry that this has to be so complicated. I hope you understand that I have to be cautious, as much for your sake as my own.

“But I’m done pushing you away,” he promises. “Because now that I know you feel the same way, I can’t lose you like I’ve lost everyone else. I’ve learned that the world doesn’t seem quite so bleak with you around. You make me happier and give me strength more than anyone I’ve ever known.” He cradles your hair, looking at you with all the sincerity and affection in the world. “It will be difficult, and there are so many things we need to figure out first, but we’ll get there. I’m sure of it.” He leans his forehead against yours. “There’s nothing I can’t do with you beside me.”

You lean in and seal his promise with one last lingering kiss. The two of you fall asleep in each other’s arms that night, basked in a loving, safe warmth that you’ll find out all too soon is only fleeting.

[allegra-writes]

Peter Parker NSFW Alphabet

Hi! Could I please please please get a cute and a NSFW alphabet with Peter? Thanks!💕

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s the most tender and thoughtful of lovers. He just loves to lay in bed with you in his arms for hours, just holding you close, and caressing your back or your arms or any part of your body he can reach, really. He could spend entire days and nights like that, just laying next to your naked form, tangling his finger with yours and talking. His pillow talk is the most interesting too, he can talk about everything from quantum physics and the intricacies of how gravity bends space-time to how Brussel’s sprouts are just basically fun sized cabbages.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He’s not one for vanity and he actually kinda doesn’t like how bulky he’s gotten since that spider bite years ago. But he likes that he it made him strong. He likes being strong to protect you, and even to help you with domestic, ordinary things, like moving your couch up four flight of stairs to your dorm room. And of course, he loves being strong enough be able to carry you and hold you up with just one arm without any effort, to fuck you standing up without needing a wall for support.

His favorite body part of yours are your legs and where they lead: he loves your feet, your calves, your strong thighs, your gorgeous butt and… well, you can guess. He loves having those legs around him, either while he pounds into you, or while he carries you swinging on his webs across New York, or making out with you sitting on the kitchen counter while he stands between them. He just loves how he fits perfectly there, like that’s where he belongs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to mark you, he loves physical manifestations of you being his. But he hates to hurt you, and he refuses to leave lasting marks like hickeys -that, admittedly, are pretty painful because of his super strength- and bruises on purpose, that’s just out of question for him.

So, the alternative he so creatively found, is to mark you with his come. He still loves to come inside you, but pulling out just in time and paint your chest, your belly or your butt in white ribbons just drives him crazy

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has heightened senses, and his sense of smell is no exception. He has an unconfirmed theory that he can perceive pheromones, at least on some level. Specifically, human pheromones. More specifically, yours.

He thinks that because your perfume drives him insane. Not like the bottled perfume you use when you guys go on dates, but your natural scent. It smells like home. It smells like mate.

It’s just so animalistic, so feral that he would never tell you, but sometimes, when you are away, he buries his face on your pillow or your clothes, and gets himself off like that, solely on the smell of you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

While he is not underage, thank you very much, he is young. So he’s had some experience but not a lot.

However, he is a fast learner, and pleasuring you is a fascinating subject for him. He painstakingly catalogs and commits your reactions to memory, and quickly becomes an expert on you and what you like.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

As mentioned before, he loves having you wrapped around him, so the lotus, missionary, standing up or up against a wall, anything with a lot of skin on skin contact.

Positions like doggy style, the necklace of Venus, etc, just don’t feel close enough. He wants intimacy, he wants to look at you in the eyes when he makes you fall apart, he wants to bury himself deep into you, he wants as much of you as he can get.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Not as much goofy as he is playful; he likes to make you smile and he likes to have fun in bed, but it’s sex, it’s not stand up comedy.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He shaved everything off once. It was itchy and miserable and he’s NOT doing that again. Like, ever.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Peter Parker wears his heart on his sleeve. The bedroom is not exception. What he feels for you is deep, it’s fiery, it’s all consuming, and it translates into meaningful, intense sex. Even when he fucks you roughly it still is making love, because he loves you and he just can’t hide it or turn it off. Not that you would want him to, anyway.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

His sex drive is quite high, so he masturbates a couple times a day if you are not near or simply not in the mood.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Don’t let those big brown innocent eyes fool you, he is a kinky bastard.

In real life he respects -and actually loves- your independence, and how powerful and empowered you are. But in bed, his possessive streak is released. He loves to dominate you, call you his own, make you beg. More than once he webbed your hands to the headboard, or tied you up in beautiful, intricate kinbaku or shibari designs using his web.

He also has a huge praise kink, always telling you how beautiful you are, how good you are, how perfect for him. He calls you his Queen. And it goes both ways, because he is such a sucker for you telling him how great he is, how good he feels. It’s not exactly dirty talk, but it’s hot non the less.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

While any place he can get you alone is good enough for a hot make out session, for the actual sex he prefers the bedroom. Or anywhere in your apartment, as long as he can be sure you two are alone and not likely to get interrupted. He’s NOT into exhibitionism or public sex, he can’t stand the risk of someone walking in and accidentally see you like this. He respects you too much for that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You are his biggest turn on. Your body, the way you move, the helpless little moans you make when he hits that spot… yeah, he doesn’t need anything else to get him going.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t ever endanger you or hurt you in anyway. He could never stand to cause you pain. So nothing like breath play, or spanking, etc. Even when he plays with ropes (or webs), he’s always making sure you are ok. Your safety is the most important thing for him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He is a giver, his greatest pride is to make you fall apart. Add to that the way the taste of you drives him wild and, well… He could -and have- spend hours between your legs.

He is not as much into receiving it because he’s afraid of loosing control and hurt you by pounding into your mouth too roughly (sometimes having super strength can have disadvantages), but you will convince him of indulging in it every once in a while.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both, it truly just depends on his mood at the moment.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is more of a fan of long marathon sex sessions, he likes to be able to take his time and have his way with you as he pleases. But you both are busy individuals and sometimes, when you have been separated by long periods of time (Like, a week. Hey, it’s a long time for him!), His aching for you get to be too much, and he’ll take you anyway he can. At those times is urgent, and passionate, and frenzied and just so hot!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s curious, definitely would try anything once, as long as it’s safe for you of course.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

There’s a reason he likes marathon sex, he has the stamina to go for hours, maybe even days. Anything shorter can appease him but won’t fully satiate his hunger for you.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s extremely creative and good at using everyday objects as toys. In his talented hands, an electric toothbrush or a snake venom extractor can become the perfect tool for the most exquisite torture.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He likes to tease you to the point of it being almost unbearable, until you are a moaning, begging mess. Then and only then will he give in to you. And to his own need, because the truth is he wants you just as badly and desperately, he just has slightly better control.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Peter is a very expressive guy, and it’s no different in bed. He makes the hottest (and horniest) faces during sex, and yes, the hottest sounds too. Starting with little moans and growls at the beginning, as his pleasure increases so does his volume. He can get very loud when he comes, and you always can tell when he is close because he swears a lot.

You love it, because it makes it so easy to know when he likes something, and makes you feel so powerful, even in your more submissive roll, to know it’s you the one that’s making him feel so good, the one he wants so badly that it almost physically hurts.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He is a great photographer, he has an aesthetic Instagram he is quite proud of. But by far his best work, at least according to him, is the huge collection of pictures he has of you.

Always analogic, he takes the time to develop the film himself, at home. And not just because of his love of old school photography, but because even if most of them are artistic close ups and compositions, some of them are just filthy and unadulterated porn. And in all of them you are very clearly naked.

And he’s a smart guy, he knows just how easily a device or system can be hacked, so there is no way he is taking any chances of exposing you like that by being dumb enough to have any image of you in digital format. No, that’s a show for his eyes only.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The spider bite that gave him those drool worthy biceps and lickable abs, gave him… other… mouthwatering… assets. Impressive assets.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

To misquote Dr. Banner, that’s Peter’s secret: He always wants you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s highly energetic so it takes a lot to wear him out. And I mean a lot. But afterwards, he has the most restful sleep, secure in the knowledge that the most important thing in the world to him, is protected and sleeping in his arms.

[angelsunflowers-fanfics]

Sean Diaz x Female!Reader (Cheater Cheater)

Request: Hey, I was wondering if I could get another Sean Diaz one shot where the reader has been cheated on or something and he comes to comfort her which leads to him admitting his feelings for her, maybe?? Can it be in the reader's POV and the reader be female?? Please!? ☺️ Thank you so much 💕💕💕

Fandom: Life is Strange 2

Genre: Fluff, Angst (Cheating)

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“He did what?” Sean practically growled.

Lyla nodded sympathetically for her hurt friend, (y/n). At the moment, she was crying her eyes out at home. All alone.

Lyla had finally delivered the news that (y/n)’s boyfriend of 8 months was found cheating by (Y/n) herself, in the most brutal of ways. Both Lyla and Sean were clearly upset about the matter, but it was not like they could go just staple dead birds to her ex’s car.

They could, but they shouldn’t.

Sean stared at the ground for a few moments, tapping a foot against the ground lightly before staring down the road, where (y/n)’s house was placed at the end. He could go over to her place to be sure that she was okay, she got really sensitive about these things… she was soft.

Sean turned his attention to Lyla for a moment before handing her his backpack and bolting down the street toward (y/n)’s house. It was the smallest on the block but not hard to miss.

Lyla could only throw her hands in the air out of frustration. It would have been helpful if Sean had said what he was doing instead of just throwing his backpack at her. But she knew that he was doing the right thing.

He always did.

Sean slowed down his sprinting to a light jog as he ran to her front door. He contemplated knocking or just opening the door, but before he could choose, (y/n) opened the door to face Sean.

His heart dropped to his stomach as he took in her appearance. Her eyes were puffy and red like she had been crying for hours and her hands are shaky.

“Lyla told me what happened, what he did to you,” Sean said gently.  

She shook her head lightly, crossing her arms over her chest to support herself as she was trying her very hardest not to burst into tears in front of Sean. He could tell that she was close to breaking down. With careful movements, Sean grabbed one of her hands and pulled her out of the house, so he could look at her clearly. (y/n) was wearing the hoodie that Sean let her keep from a few months ago.

He remembered that night, it was cold and (y/n) forgot her jacket like she always did. So Sean let her keep one of his. He knew that he could afford the cost.

But the sight of his crush in his clothes made him a little flustered.

“I, uh… W-why don’t you come back to my place? I don’t want you to be alone right now,” Sean stuttered. 

(y/n) glanced back into the dark living room before staring at Sean who beamed comfort and contentment. She slowly nodded before wiping her face of tears and shutting her front door closed. 

“You can tell me what happened on the way, okay?” He asked, trying to reassure her.

A jolt of electric shock went through Sean as (Y/n) slowly grabbed one of his hands, wanting to feel his warmth as they walk. (y/n) slowly began to retell the story of how she found her boyfriend cheating. It wasn’t a pretty story. “We were supposed to go on a date and he told me to meet at his house… but before I could knock on the door, I found them in the car… He continued to-- he continued while he talked to me. I shouldn’t be so upset because he isn’t a good person but…” 

Sean listened closely, not being able to afford to miss a second of his crush’s agony. He knew that the best thing he could do for her at the moment was to be with her.

The afternoon quickly turned into the crisp and cool evening. In response to the weather change, (y/n) tucked herself closer to Sean. He was always warm.

Sean couldn’t find any words to express how angry he felt that something like this could happen to her. He huffed angrily before opening the door to his modest home and allowing (y/n) to slip inside first.

He found himself flustered as (y/n) refused to release her tight grip on his hand. Though Sean didn’t have the most experience, he knew that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt (y/n).

Sean saw how much he was making physical contact with (y/n) but didn’t halt his actions as there were no complaints from her. He wanted to make sure that she was as comfortable as possible.

He glanced at the couch before setting her down onto the soft cushions. She stared up at him with doe eyes, not knowing what was going to happen next but trusting Sean completely.

"I'll be right in the kitchen. Stay here," Sean said. 

Sean ran a hand through his hair almost stressfully. He watched from the kitchen as (y/n) curled against one side of the couch, forming her body to make a small ball to minimize the amount of room that she’d take. He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to hurt (y/n). If anything, She was probably too nice, if there was such a thing.

Sean watcheed himself pour hot chocolate into a mug, almost like he wasn’t in control of his own body. He felt off; like he needed to do something, but what? He slowly snapped himself back to reality. What his crush needed right now was someone to comfort her. Sean grabbed the small mug of fresh hot chocolate and carried it to where (y/n) was curled up.

Sean carefully set the mug on the coffee table before sitting next to (y/n), watching as she slowly moved to face him. He didn’t really know what to say. What should someone even say in these sorts of situations?

She took a deep breath of the air around herself, Sean's house. It was filled with the smell of coffee, his cologne, new books, and ink. Whenever she was near him, (y/n) felt safe, not to mention that all of his clothes were crazy comfy. She had started a bit of a collection of sorts.

“I… I can’t even imagine what you’re feeling right now. But I’m here for you if you need anything,” Sean said. 

(y/n) took a bold move in moving her entire body to rest against Sean’s lap, eyes peered up at him innocently. He didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to say anything. Sean was stiff with his movements but he slowly moved one of his hands to dig through (y/n)’s hair, soothing her against him. 

“I know that this is the worst possible time to admit this but… I’ve loved you since we met… My timing has never been perfect. I’m sorry,” Sean said.  

(y/n) slowly grabbed his free hand before pressing a light kiss to his palm before holding it close to her chest.

“I know, Lyla told me Sophmore year… I liked you too, I still do, but I didn’t want that to get in the way of our friendship…” (y/n) explained.

She slowly drew small circles on his hand with the tips of her fingers, thinking of the right words to say. She wanted to start a relationship with him, she had since Sophmore year but she didn’t want to get hurt again. And so soon after getting her heartbroken. She wasn’t in love with her last boyfriend, but she did like him, quite a bit. 

“I want to take it slow, okay?” She asked.

Sean sat against the couch, relieved that everything went okay. He definitely wasn’t planning on confessing to (y/n) today but the opportunity arose and something new came out of it so no regrets?

No. no regrets from Sean’s perspective and the only regrets that (y/n) had were that she even went out on a date with her last relationship when she should’ve asked Sean out a year ago. But…

Better late than never.

[yetanotherreader]

One Day

Fic Type: Stand-alone/One-Shot

Genre: Drama (Heavy Angst)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/N Y/L/N

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N Y/L/N, Sam Winchester, Joseph Hughes (OC)

Word Count: 3,032.

Warnings: Angst, Depression, Anxiety, Marital Abuse, Mentions of marital rape, abusive marriage, physical violence.

PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS AND DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS IS TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Mobile app doesn't support the cut, so pardon for the no read more thingy.

A/N: Hey guys. I know I went on this little(big) break and I haven't updated useful in a while. I'm going through a writer's block again, trying to write and stopping after a while. and I have so many college projects to do during quarantine. I hope y'all are keeping safe. I wrote this one shot in hopes of getting back at writing. Woke up all night writing this, so I really hope you all will like it. But again, since I woke up the night writing this, it may or may not be up to your expectations. Please heed the warning above, girls. I really do not want any of you going through more stress during these stressful times.

Also, I used the same tag list as Useful in this one too. I don't know if everyone of you will like to be added to any of my other works so let me know if you want your name removed or added. :)

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His eyes were locked on the big gates of the hall, both waiting for and dreading the moment that particular person entered who he'd been missing for months. He gave a once over to the venue. This place was gorgeous, a palace in fact. A big chandelier graced the double ceiling and there was a colorful fountain in the garden outside. The lights were the right amount of bright and the drinks tasted just about perfect. Even the waiters wore their uniforms more expensive than his suit. It was something Dean had always seen in those Disney movies which, don't tell anyone, were his guilty pleasure.

He and Sam had come here for a case—the only reason that gave them the privilege to get into a place like this one. People have reported weird occurrences happening around here, followed by the abduction of everyone who saw it. Turned out, it was a serial killer and the police had taken care of it even before they reached.

Something about that place, though, made him want to stay. For some reason, he didn't make a U-turn and go back. Maybe it was the fact that it was the annual ball of the city where only the rich and reputed were invited, that he wanted to feel reputed for once, or that here he would see someone he hadn't seen in a while, someone he missed everyday he lived. He knew it would shatter his heart when he saw her, but he was willing to take a heartbreak if it meant seeing her once. Sam didn't say a word against it, but Dean knew better than to think he was okay with him going through all that torture.

Just when his eyes reached back to the doors, he saw, once again, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. The woman who made his heart flutter and break at the same time, the woman he loved the most. She was dressed in rose gold, the drape hugging her curves as perfectly as he remembered. Her hair was up in a messy bun, which only she could pull off that good, with few softly curled strands coming out to shape her face. Her lips were colored wine red, as tempting as ever, and her face was covered in a darker make up than he ever remembered her wear. In a better shape than when he last saw her, her posture screamed royalty. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous. The only thing was, she wasn't herself. Or at least, her old self. Does time change people that much? It took him all his power to remove his gaze from her, her arm entangled with the other man's, helped. 

She wasn't his to call anymore, she never was. Maybe the only woman who he liked but never kissed, the only woman who made him go all hot and bothered but he never dared touch her the way he desired. The only woman he loved enough to not make a move. He knew his feelings were mutual, he saw it in her eyes when they sat on the hood of the impala, chatting through the sleepless nights. He saw it every time she laughed at his piss poor jokes or narrowed her eyes at the women who flirted with him. He saw it when she cried for the first time in front of him and yelled at him because she thought he got himself killed. He saw it when he felt her heart accelerate everytime they hugged, like his own, and when she refused to leave him in the worst. He saw it when he saw her build walls to hide her broken heart after he asked her to leave. He saw it in her indifferent expression and a lone tear escaping her eyes when he told her he'd be better off without her.

And boy did he regret every word he said. He called her as soon as he realized what he did. That in order to save her, he might have just given her the biggest of the insecurities. It was a month later that it happened. He apologized to her, told her he never meant whatever he said, tried to explain why he did what he did. And she forgave. He couldn't believe his ears when he heard her say those words, he wanted her to yell at him, hate him, punish him for what he did but she said nothing more than a 'It's okay, I understand.'. And maybe that one sentence hurt him as much as he hurt her. She didn't even think of him good enough to be mad at. She shouldn't have understood, she should have argued. He might have lost the best thing that ever happened to him like that. And his fear proved right when he saw her photo in the newspaper, two months later, with a man. Joseph Hughes, a big name, apparently. The man he ran into, not so long ago, in missouri.

"Mr. Winchester." He heard the deep, masculine voice as it approached him, "Didn't know we'll meet again so soon."

If running into that man earlier made his heart heavy, meeting him with his arm around Y/N's waist made it fall down with a thud, "Mr and...Mrs Hughes. Fancy seeing you here, too."  He shook his hand with a firm shake, forwarding it toward the man's wife to do a similar action. Instead, she folded her hand in a namastey greeting, as she looked at him shocked, and scared. Maybe she didn't want her husband to know about him.

"I would ask how did you know she was my wife, but I guess you read newspapers." The man said in his smooth accent with a laugh, which Dean returned halfheartedly.

"Got that one right," he smiled at Hughes, his eyes lingering a little longer on Y/N, "Your wife is beautiful."

At the comment he saw her husband's hold tighten around her in sudden possessiveness, his fingers almost digging into her flesh as she flinched a little. He tore his gaze away from her, reminding himself she was someone else's wife and he had no right to be staring at her. But something about this whole situation felt wrong, that touch felt wrong.

She didn't look at him once after that. The tension in the air suffocated them both, and he was sure the shorter man in front of him felt it too, "Let's get you meet some of my friends, darlin'. If you could excuse us?"

Dean gave them the way, as he contemplated whether his decision of staying was even right. It crushed his heart seeing the woman he loved in someone else's arms. He felt like throwing up. Seven months ago, he couldn't have thought there'd be a day like this. He hated himself for that.

"Dean, do you want to go?" Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"N-no," He cleared his throat when his voice came out rough and hoarse, "No, I guess I'll just go to the washroom. Go find some hot chick for me " he winked at Sam, who clearly saw right through it but didn't say anything. He stayed in the bathroom for a while, to calm his aching heart. People knew Dean as a man, as strong as an alpha, but here he was, falling weak. 

After splashing water on his face a few times, he got out of the bathroom just to see people frozen in their spots. His eyes went to his brother, immediately worried about his safety only to find him silently, but furiously glaring something, his hands were fisted like a beast about to attack its prey. When he followed his line of sight, he felt something similar inside of him. There stood Joseph Hughes towering his wife, glaring her down and his nails digging into her, now pale, arms, "I said, Tell. Me. The. Truth."

"I told you. He w-was a f-friend." Dean heard her voice for the first time in a long while, and his chest hurt at how small and scared it was. Y/N wasn't a hunter but she was fearless and brave. She had put her life on her palms so many times to save him and Sam without hesitating. That was one of the reasons he pushed her away, but here seeing her so helpless and terrified, he didn't know how to react.

"A friend, huh? A friend shouldn't look at you like that." His voice came out in a growl, audible in the pin drop silence, that sent visible shivers running down her spine, "That's why I don't leave you around men, you pathetic whore. I'm done being okay with you slutting around-"

Dean charged forward, enraged at the man's audacity to even let those words out of his mouth, but before he even took two steps, Y/N pushed that douche with enough force to make him stumble, pausing Dean mid-walk.

"You're done being oka-I AM DONE BEING OKAY!" Y/N raised her voice, violently shaking out of fear and rage. Joseph looked shocked, as if he never expected her to speak like that, as if she never spoke to him like that. The thought alone made Dean's eyes tear up, what had that monster done to her, "I am done being okay with the things I'm not okay with! I am done being okay with you touching me without my consent and I'm done being okay with getting slapped everytime I say no! I am done being okay with you locking me in and I am done being okay with you hitting me with whatever you find! I AM DONE WITH YOU!" She broke down into tears as she was done with her little speech.

"You are saying this here on purpose. You want me to lose my reputation." He said low, his eyes trying to scare her down.

"Y-yes, I'm saying this here on purpose because if I said it at home, you'd beat me to a pulp." She said, trying to sound low, but the eerie silence in the room making her damn well audible to his ears. Dean saw nothing but hot, white rage. Seeing Y/N so scared, so broken, Dean wanted nothing more than to break the bastard's bones, every single one of them. And when Hughes charged at Y/N, he lost whatever little control he had on himself jumping at the said man. Sam, immediately, went to Y/N's side as she hid in his chest, shaking like a dry leaf. Sam had never seen her so scared and so vulnerable. He felt a sharp pain in his heart seeing the sight of his best friend so broken, as he tightened his hold on her. Dean kept on hitting the man, like an animal that got out of its cage. His knuckles were bloodied, with which he didn't know was his blood or the other one's but he wasn't stopping. After what felt like forever, Dean was stopped by two strong arms around his own, from behind.

"Dean, stop. You'll kill him." Sam's calming voice fell into his ears, "stop"

It took Dean a while to register, as he tried to release his hands from his brother's still kicking the battered man that lied in front of him, "I don't care."

"Y/N wouldn't want you to kill him, Dean." And at that, he stopped. Y/N. Where was she? He stood up and searched for her, seeing her frozen at the same spot as earlier, zoned out and shaking violently. His heart hurt so bad seeing her like that, he couldn't stop tears from welling in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered as he took a few long strides to reach her and pull her into a careful hug.

She went stiff under his touch, as he loosened his hold on her, scared he might scare her before he heard her, barely, speak out, "Dean.." as she clinged to him for dear life. Hearing her say his name again wasn't as pleasant as he'd imagined a million times before, rather it was gut-wrenching. It was painful, because this was the last thing he had imagined that made her say his name. He wrapped his arms around her fully and spoke comforting words to soothe her.

"Let's go home, Y/N."

It had been a week she returned to the bunker, moving into her old room. Hughes was arrested, and divorce agreements were signed. He got to know that the thing between Y/N and Joseph was more of a business arrangement than a marriage proposed by her father, who had no idea about his son-in-law's abusive habits. Sam and Dean kept a positive atmosphere around the bunker, not going out for any cases, but there was no change in Y/N. She, mostly, kept herself locked up in her room, not talking to anyone. They thought it was necessary to give her her space but that was just deteriorating her health more. She ate too little for survival.

Dean stepped into her room with the plate of her favourite food. She loved it when he cooked for her, he just hoped to God, she still would. His eyes fell on her form, lying down on the floor, her back resting by the bed. She looked into a distance, zeroing her vision. As he went and sat beside her, keeping the plate on the floor, she spoke up, "He'll come back for me, Dean. He'll take me and he-"

"He won't," Dean cupped her cheeks and made her look at him as he met with the broken sight. Her eyes had sunken in, dark circles forming around them, face paler and her natural blush around her cheeks gone, "I promise I will not let anything happen to you."

She looked at him like she wanted to believe, but a sudden wave of anxiety stopped her, "No..no no no no, Dean! You don't understand! He..he will come back and he won't leave me. He'll beat me and...and those chains. He'll tie me up again and he'll...he'll-

She stopped mid-sentence, a horror coating her features. This new piece of information startled Dean, breaking his heart into two..enraging him, too. He didn't know how to react to it, so he did what his impulse told him to, he hugged her tight, hiding his face in her hair. More than comforting her, it was for himself. He wanted her close and safe, "He used knives, Dean. He said he loved seeing me bleed..it was so painful" Dean shut his eyes tight, trying to push away the horrifying images from his head, as he let the tears flow free. What all she had endured because of his one mistake. She sniffled as she continued in a small voice, "you won't be able to do anything, Dean. He's very powerful. You can save me from monsters, you can kill them..but him-"

"I'll kill him if he laid his finger on you ever again." Dean spoke with determination.

"N-no...No, Dean. You won't kill him. Don't kill him please, don't be like him." She shook her head violently in his chest, "not like him..no, no, no.."

"Hey, hey," he soothed her rubbing a hand on her back, "I won't. I won't be like him, okay? Shh.." It took Y/N a few minutes to calm down, while he rocked her in his lap, "You hungry?"

She shook her head, mumbling into his chest "I never feel hungry."

He sighed, "Okay. Eat a little, with me? Please? Because I'm starving."

Her eyes sparkled a little when she saw the food, "You made it?" He smiled and nodded, proudly, "Can I..can I eat the whole thing?"

He chuckled, heartily, "madam, all yours." She smiled up at him, hesitantly. As if trying to remember how to smile, at which his eyes softened, "when did you eat this last?"

She dug into the food, liking the taste of it. The taste of home, "with you. He didn't let me eat this, wanted me to look good like his wife should." 

Dean clenched his jaw at this, wanting to practically undo that man's existence. The things he did to her, he was sure if he saw him someday, that'd be his last.

Y/N looked at him, a little scared and a little more sheepishly, "Can I get some more?" Dean smiled at her and got her some more. He looked at her eating, his eyes filled with unshed tears. She was so, so pure, only if he could take away all her pain, make her forget those dark months. Only if he could give her all the happiness in the world, because there was no one he knew who deserved it more than her.

Later that night, Dean asked Y/N if he could stay with her because his nightmares scared him. He knew she understood what he meant, and the fact that she didn't deny made his heart flutter. Y/N hadn't slept in days. Either she would wake up from a nightmare, yelling, or not sleep at all. He just wished she'd have a goodnight sleep in his arms, and she did. But he didn't miss what she said just before she fell into the slumber, something the Y/N he knew would never say. Something that hurt his heart and made him make a silent promise to her, and himself. 

"Dean, don't send me away ever again. Please."

Never. He would never let her out of his sight again. He'd save her from every monster, supernatural or not. He didn't know long will it take her to fall for him again, or if she'd ever fall for him again. All he knew was, he'd shower her with so much love, she would forget every pain that son of a bitch caused her. He'd love her so much that she'd start loving herself one day. He would hold her so dear, that her scars would stop scaring her.

One day. One day, he'll make everything okay.

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A/N: THIS IS PART II! Read Part I here! Multiply requested, finally, here it is with input from @nightrose64. Enjoy, my lovelies! ♥♥♥

Words: 2288 Warnings: mentions of attempted rape, mentions of blood, fluff

His lips were soft, cool, like the feather light touch of butterfly wings. Your eyes fluttered shut, bathing in the warmth and affection Thomas embraced you with. You were lying in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat and wondering just what had caused the universe to show such mercy on you to bless you with this wonderful man.

The bond between you was growing stronger with every day that passed. Neither of you was able to explain what was happening to his body, how his body warmed you at night and how he could touch you ever so tenderly without reaching right through you… how his heart had come to life, pounding for you. It was a miracle—your miracle, even though you never properly spoke about it.

Sir Thomas Sharpe was still a ghost, that fine line between life and death separating you… at least that was what the both of you thought. He made no secret out of following you around on campus but respecting your privacy if you so wished. You had never sent him away before. If anything, knowing Thomas around you made you feel safe and secure.

You were about to fall asleep in his arms, with him stroking your hair gently to calm you down from your rather stressful day when there was a sudden knock on your door—a vigorous and impatient sound alerting you instantly. Shooting Thomas a worried look, you climbed out of bed and answered it, peeking through the smidge.

A small beam of yellow light from the hallway partially flooded your dorm.

“Hey, (Y/N). I’m sorry, were you sleeping already?” Suppressing a yawn, you nodded. You could sense Thomas’ presence right behind you, ready to support you if need be. A silent sigh escaped your lips when he put his hand on your shoulder in the shadows to let you know he was there.

“Almost… what is it?”

“It’s… it’s Clara. I can’t find her. She disappeared after supper and she didn’t show up for her appointment with Mrs Martins, she was furious about being stood up without being notified. She’s not with you, is she?” You frowned.

You recognised the late night visitor. She was taking the same course as you and sharing a room with Clara, your friend who had attempted to convince you to join her and those two shady young men Thomas had saved you from.

You had barely spoken since. Clara seemed… so reserved all of a sudden, like somebody had drained her of all of her energy and liveliness. During classes, she never asked questions, always staring at her notes, not to mention the dark circles under her eyes. You had spoken about it with Thomas and he suspected the men had introduced her to the dark depths of taking drugs. You had tried to talk to her and ask her if they had done anything to her she had not consented to… but the girl would not speak up.

You had considered talking to the police but what proof would you deliver? Surely, Clara and the men would deny everything, especially if there were illegal drugs involved.

“No… no. Where did you last see her?”

“Like I said, after supper. She hurried outside the main entrance when I told her how late it was and then disappeared around the corner with two men. I’m really worried something happened to her. She’s meeting with these guys almost every day but she never seems all too happy about it…” You held your breath. There was no need to exchange silent looks with Thomas to figure that something was not right.

“L-let me put something on real quick. Alert the caretaker, or any authority you can find at this hour. We have to go after her.”

The girl nodded, hurrying away as you closed the door, switched on the light and began searching for your college pullover.

“My darling, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“I have to help her, Thomas.” Self-righteousness and courage flooded your senses, pumping adrenaline through your veins. Yes. This was the right thing to do.

“I cannot let you roam the forests all on your own in the middle of the night. I will not allow it. Please, (Y/N). Listen to reason, this is way too dangerous.” His tone balanced between sternness and gentle begging.

“You will come with me?”

“Of course I will… but I am no living being. I can only protect you to some extent and you know that. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you.” He answered quietly.

“Thomas… I didn’t help Clara the first time when I should have. I… I know you only wanted to protect me but… every time I see her in class I feel such pangs of guilt… I have to do something. What if they kill her?”

“At least arm yourself. The scissors on your desk, anything you can defend yourself with.”

Thomas admired your braveness. You reminded him of Edith, in a way. Strong, independent and proud, you did not hesitate to protect and avenge the ones you loved. Perhaps it was in this very moment that Thomas realised he had fallen in love with you. But for now, he pushed the fact he was dead and could never be with you for real to the back of his mind. Keeping you save was much more important in this very moment.

Thomas followed you outside, never leaving your side. Your mobile phone was posing as a torch, the scissors in your hand almost ridiculous.

You met Amanda, the girl who had knocked on your door and the caretaker, who had already alerted the police a girl was missing, at the edge of the forest. His eyes widened when he spotted you approaching.

“Blimey… that’s impossible.”

“Sir?” Out of breath, you raised your eyebrows at him. But he wasn’t even looking at you. He was looking at someone behind you.

“Am I dreaming?”

Thomas opened his mouth, ready to explain… it took you both a moment to realise the old caretaker could see him. Nobody but you could see him. And it was clear that he recognised him. There was a portrait of Sir Thomas Sharpe in the dining hall, after all.

“I must be on drugs as well…”

Amanda appeared equally shocked, staring at him as if she’d seen a ghost. Well, technically…

“W-what? This is Thomas, my… my boyfriend. His, uh, great-great-great-great-grandfather was Sir Thomas Sharpe himself. His father was the one who sold Allerdale Hall to the university.” You came up with quickly, shooting him a quick glance.

You were stunned—the both of you were. But right now was not the time to celebrate whatever this was. Clara was in danger and she needed your help.

“Alright then…” The caretaker did not sound convinced. “Amanda, you come with me. (Y/N), you search with… Thomas.”

You waited until the others were out of sight before you spoke up.

“How… how can they see you?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. I—“ Thomas’ reply was interrupted by a sharp scream tearing through the air. You flinched, eyes widening. This had been close, almost too close.

Alarmed, you stormed in the direction the scream came from, your mind racing with unspoken thoughts.

“Have you lost your mind? You can’t just run off like that, (Y/N). We have to be careful. I am not losing you, now that I…” Now that he what? He was unsure himself. His voice when he reached you, however, was so strict you almost flinched. Now that he was… physically present, for real?

None of this made sense. If only you could turn back time to still lie in bed with him, cuddled up against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. For right now, you were not paying much attention to his worried look. Only a few yards away from you, a scene of pure terror unfolded.

Clara was lying on the ground, her clothes cut and a trickle of blood running down her face. Hovering above her, the two students Thomas had saved you from. Clearly, they intended to rape her… and worse. But there was something else. Someone else. A dark-haired woman wearing a crimson dress, a downright murderous expression on her face. She was transparent, just like Thomas had been when you first met him.

Her face fell when she spotted him behind you.

“Thomas. Thomas, my love…”

“W-who is that?” You heard yourself whisper anxiously. Thomas inched closer to you, his body warmth in your back reassuring you and promising you safety. And even though both the two students and Clara were unable to see Lucille, they too saw Thomas… and they witnessed him speaking to thin air. How… how were you able to see this woman then?

“Lucille…”

“Oh, Thomas.” Her smile was both pitiful and angry. It faltered when she realised he wasn’t as transparent as she was—and he was walking; not hovering or gliding over the ground like she did. “Thomas…”

“Lucille, stop this… these men are innocent, so is the woman. Leave them.”

“Innocent?” He replied indignantly. “They took our home! Polluting it with alcohol and drugs and parties! Look at what they’ve done to this place, Thomas, look at it! How could you not want revenge as well? Why don’t we want revenge together?”

You realised with a start what was happening. Lucille. Thomas called her Lucille. Lucille Sharpe? His sister who had murdered both their parents and so many innocent women… who had killed… him. She must have influenced the young men to wreak havoc. As a ghost, she was unable to harm the living, unless… unless she messed with their minds.

“It’s over, Lucille. This is wrong, you know that. We no longer belong in this world.”

A painful sting went through your heart. We no longer belong in this world. It couldn’t be true, not anymore. What about his heartbeat? What about Amanda and the caretaker? They could see him too! Did he… you gasped. He only said this because of his sister.

“And who is that?” Her voice broke, her piercing eyes landing on you and making you swallow. “Why are you protecting her?”

Thomas knew that no matter what he said now, it would be the wrong thing. Lucille was beyond reason, she always had been.

“Lucille…”

“I missed you. I missed you, Thomas. You… changed. What happened to you?”

You looked up at him in a concerned manner when he gently pushed you behind you, fearing Lucille might find a way to hurt you. He took a deep breath.

“It’s… it’s love. Love, Lucille. Love, it… brought me back to life. I fell in love.” It was impossible. But for now, it indeed was the only plausible explanation. Again, you swallowed, this time in a desperate attempt not to sob loudly.

Lucille cried out. “I love you! I always loved you!”

You only realised you were crying when the first salty drops ran down your cheek, more tears worsening your sight.

“But you killed him!” You snapped. “How can you speak of love!”

“Shut up! You shut up!” Lucille screeched. She was mad—you could see it glistening in her eyes. The madness was haunting her even in death, making her soul restless.

“Lucille… if you ever loved me like you claim you do, then let this people be. Think about how much we suffered. Do you want Allerdale Hall to be cursed with this much agony for all eternity?”

“Put your hands up in the air where we can see them and move away from the woman, gentlemen!”

Police. Clara glanced up in shock, the two men doing as they were told as if they were being ripped straight from a deep trance.

You wrapped your arms around Thomas, his presence calming your rapid heartbeat in an instant. Amanda and the caretaker were running towards Clara, helping her up and covering her bare shoulders with a coat. Everything happened at once, along with the two men being arrested for attempted rape and illegal drug use. You turned your gaze back to the spot Lucille had been standing on… but she was gone. For good?

“Thomas…”

“I know. I know but she will not harm you, or anyone else on campus. I swear… on my life.”

On his life. Life. Thomas was alive. He was alive because he loved you.

There were still so many things left unexplained, things you might never understand. But you were together. Your tears of fear soon turned into happy tears as a weak smile spread on your lips, your body overwhelmed with feelings. You were still shaking from all the adrenaline, the shock of having met the ghost of Thomas’ dead sister Lucille and her threat to harm you and your study colleagues residing deep within you… but you were also happy. It took you only the fraction of a second longer to realise what his words meant—and how significant they were.

“Thomas? I love you too.” You breathed out, standing on your toes to, for the first time, properly kiss him, passionately. His tongue sneaked into your mouth as the scissors in your hand fell to the ground, timidly asking for permission before intensifying the kiss, pressing you so close to his body it almost hurt.

You were dizzy by the time he let go of you, your lips only inches apart.

“Let’s head back. I need to hold you in my arms, in your bed.” He whispered hoarsely. You nodded, unable to object even if you had wanted to. But you doubted it would be just cuddling this time.

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I gotta! 10 and 55 for John and Elliot.

(Don't worry I'll help you avoid)

HMMM YES THIS IS SO LATE I’M SORRY. so as u know i spent about 24 hours agonizing over what to do with this........... i love you dearly w/ all my heart so i’m sorry in advance for this.  (❁´◡`❁)

john/ell + “things you said that made me feel like shit” +  “things you said under your breath” ~ 2.5k words, no warnings! they get a lil frisky for like .000003 seconds but mostly the rating would be for elliot’s mouth. a sequel to this blurb! which makes it pre/no cult-au and christmastime.

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“I knew you missed me.”

Elliot was severely regretting having uttered the words at all. Among other things, admitting to John Seed that she missed his presence anytime, anywhere, was close to a capital offense against her person—and surpassed only, she thought, by admitting that she loved him, regardless of she said it in the dark of the bedroom, half-asleep, or if she said it in the bright light of day.

John flashed his most charming grin and leaned in to kiss her; she tilted her head out of his reach, feeling the spite welling up inside of her. It was all fun and well when John liked it, wasn’t it? And that was the most frustrating part about it all—that he seemed to have no trouble breezing in and out as he pleased.

So instead of relenting to sweetness, she snipped out, “It’s nice to know I mean it, isn’t it?”

He paused and cocked his head at her inquisitively. After a moment, he said, “This feels like a mistake to ask—”

“It probably is.”

“—but what do you mean?”

“I mean,” Elliot drawled around that awful, poisonous itch that begged her to make him suffer for making her suffer, “you didn’t really miss me, you missed having a bed-warmer. If you missed me, you’d have taken us seriously the last time you had the chance.”

She could see that her words struck a nerve. His expression flattened a little, and she could see the flex of his jaw. Elliot would have been lying if she said that she didn’t regret throwing the words in his face—whether or not John had been with anyone in the lapse between their make-ups and break-ups certainly wasn’t any concern of hers, and it wouldn’t have been fair to hold it against him; but it did feel a little justified, seeing the way the words took his ego down a notch, sucked the air right out of his big-fucking-ego-sails.

“That’s real cute, El,” he snipped, the irritation visible on his face. “I’ll have you know, I’m in no shortage of bed-warmers.”

Elliot felt the heat crawling into her face at the sinking feeling of humiliation; it was as though John found himself incapable of going three minutes without saying something that pissed her off. It shouldn’t matter, she thought furiously, it shouldn’t, but it still bothers me so fucking much, because—

“Then what the fuck are you here for?” she demanded, pushing that pesky thought of her brain. John sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose for a minute; he clearly regretted what he’d said, but it was there already, and any warmth Elliot might have felt was gone. “I’m sure any one of them would be happy to go with you to your stupid fucking Christmas family dinner, which we both know is why you’re actually here.”

“Fucking—can’t go even three minutes without picking a fight,” John muttered under his breath, passing a hand over his face.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, I—”

“The absolute audacity,” Elliot bit out, “of you walking into my fucking house after we’ve been broken up and telling me the one thing you want is to hear that I missed you, and then you look me in the fucking whites of my eyes and tell me you aren’t in shortage of people to fuck? You are incredible, John Seed.”

John protested, “I didn’t—that’s not what I meant. I don’t have people traipsing in and out of my loft at all hours of the day and night, okay? I just meant that—”

But it was too late; the damage had been done, and it was spiraling, fast, and Elliot was doing everything she could to cling onto the last shred of control she felt like she had, even when seconds ago she had been thinking about surrendering it to him. “Baby,” she bit out, “you can have anyone you want—”

“—nobody’s like you, Elliot—”

“—why don’t you take anyone you want back to your dumbfuck Christmas dinner—”

“Elliot.” John groaned and took in a deep breath, trying to re-center himself. Elliot couldn’t fight the shame—and jealousy—burning in her cheeks, even if she’d wanted to, and she was sure that the frustration of it showed on her face. He reached for her, and one chilly hand found her bare calf, tugging until she relented and he could sidle between her legs.

She watched him warily. Despite her physical acquiescence, Elliot said, “Don’t get any funny ideas, mister I’m in no shortage of bed-warmers. What kind of fuckhead comment was that?”

“I’m sorry,” John murmured, squeezing her knee with his chilly fingers. “I didn’t mean it like that, El. You know I’d give you anything—”

“John Seed,” Elliot warned, as he slid closer and the warm, wild heat of him seeped into her bones, “you had better—”

“—and I just can’t stop thinking about you,” he continued, taking her face in his hands now. Ah, yes, finally, something in her said. She felt her lashes flutter and John nosed the curve of her jaw, his dark beard tickling her skin after the warmth of his breath.

“John,” she tried again, attempting to harden her voice, “don’t fucking play with me.”

He pulled back to look at her. He looked oddly somber; there was something unsettling about that. John, focused.

“I’m not playing. I’m serious about you, and I’ll prove it.” These were not unfamiliar statements; they were things he’d said to her before, in situations just like this, and if Joey could see how Elliot was turning into a little puddle right then and there she’d probably be completely and utterly disappointed. And ashamed, that she had crumbled so easily.

His thumb grazed her cheekbone, then slid down to her lower lip, and he sighed, and fuck if the sound didn’t just send a hollow, aching kind of want straight through her. “I want to kiss you so badly, beautiful.”

Don’t, she thought to herself, don’t fucking fall for it, don’t, you heard him, he doesn’t need you.

She said, “John,” in something close to a warning, like she thought this was a bad idea—and she did, in a lot of ways, think that, and in a lot of ways she also wanted that closeness again, an intimacy that she didn’t like to give to anyone except John; so she was less surprised and more disappointed when she leaned in instinctively and kissed him.

A tension she hadn’t realized was there fled from John’s shoulders. His hand slid from her jaw to her hair, and then to the arm of the couch to support himself. She felt his lips parting against hers, his tongue darting out and re-mapping her mouth, like he didn’t want to even get close to forgetting again.

“You taste like fireball,” Elliot complained into the kiss. “You know I hate that shit.”

He laughed. “Needed some liquid courage,” he replied, “to come over here, and that was the quickest shit I could get at the bar.” And he kissed her again, harder this time, until her lungs ached with a need for air and her hands had fisted the front of his turtleneck. They stayed like that for a minute, until she pushed on his chest and moved to straddle his hips; John’s hands immediately went to her hips to steady her and she pulled back to look at him.

“How much did you miss me?” she asked. She wanted the words to come out flirtatious, but they came out more shy and small, in the blaring truth of his easy access to lovers; John’s eyes roved over her face, and he pulled her down against him.

“More than anything, hellcat,” John murmured huskily. “I mean it when I say that I’m serious—”

“This time,” Elliot interjected, but without cruelty. His fingers dug into the slope of her hips until he’d pulled a little whine out of her, and his gaze was dark and hungry.

“I mean it,” he said again. “I want to marry you, Elliot—”

Elliot made sound, something like a mm-hmm, because the phrase was inconsequential; and she leaned down to kiss him again. This time, it was John’s turn to try and wiggle his way out of it, his hand sliding from her to his pocket, talking between kisses.

“I’m serious—I want to—El, listen to me—”

“You never stop talking,” she murmured. “I’ll come to the stupid family dinner, you don’t need to keep sweet-talking me. I mean, we’ll have to stop and see my mom—”

John shifted under her, finally getting his hand into his pocket and fishing around awkwardly while she remained straddling his lap, her hands on his shoulder. He pulled out something small, and gold, reaching for Elliot’s left hand.

“What the fuck is that?” she demanded, catching his wrist before he could snag her hand. “John—”

“I was trying to tell you,” John said, his grin boyish, “I want you to marry me. Give me your hand, El.”

Panic washed over her instantly.

“Fuck you,” Elliot snapped, her throat feeling tight. “You’re really proposing to me in my living room, after we’ve been broken up for months? You didn’t even really propose, you’re just assuming I’ll say yes—”

John looked at her blankly, as though whatever protestation she might have against this particular situation didn’t make any sense to him. “Are you saying no?”

Elliot’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. She tried not to look at the ring very long, or very much; the few glimpses she’d given it showed that the ring was gorgeous, the center gem a rich, dark sapphire color. Of course it was blue, she reasoned, fixing John with her eyes as she tried to iron out her willpower.

“Yes,” she managed out after a moment.

“I knew it. This should be a perfect fit—”

“No, you dumbass, I mean yes I’m saying no,” Elliot ground out, climbing off of his lap. John looked like she might have slapped him square across the face, the hand holding the engagement ring falling to his lap. She crossed her arms over her chest, her cheeks burning. “I can’t believe you came in here and just—just—”

“You told me you wanted me to take us seriously!” he exclaimed. He was upset, maybe more than before; she could see it in the furrow of his brows, the narrow of his eyes. If there was one thing John Seed couldn’t stand, it was being told no. “And here I am, taking us seriously!”

“You don’t think maybe we should see if we don’t break up again in a few months?” Elliot asked him tartly. “What are the odds you do something that pisses me off enough, hm? Wanted a little change of pace, to break up with your fiance instead of your girlfriend?”

“Well, we’re never going to stay together with that attitude.”

Elliot rolled her eyes, snagging the bottle of wine off of the coffee table and making her way into the kitchen, grabbing herself a fresh wine glass from the cabinet. “I cannot fucking believe you,” she said as she poured the glass nearly-full. The idea of marrying John was—

It was lovely, if she let herself think that everything would be okay and not a complete shitshow. John was a drama queen, but she knew that the entire day would be about how much they loved each other, and it was a lot, all things considered. And to call herself Elliot Seed, instead of Elliot Honeysett, to erase the last tie of her father’s claim on her; it was alluring. Joey and the Hudsons would be there, of course, and John’s siblings. Maybe her mama would even be able to make it, though they’d have to make sure that she didn’t have anything more than one drink, but Elliot thought it could be that her mama would hold herself together for one night if it was for her, and—

“Fine. Don’t say yes right now,” John said petulantly, his voice coming from behind her, his hands finding her hips again. She exhaled and closed her eyes. “I’ll hold on to the ring, and when you come to your senses—”

“What if I don’t ever want to get married?” Elliot asked sharply. “What if I don’t ever want to fucking give anyone some legal claim to me? My dad did that to my mom, dragged her credit and her reputation straight through the dirt and then left, and my mom spent her entire life thinking he was going to come back and he fucking. Didn’t.” She swallowed, hard. “It’s fucking pathetic, and I won’t let it happen to me.”

John paused. He was watching her, watching the venom, watching the vitriol; he didn’t mind it so much, she knew, when it wasn’t centered around him, when he was letting her push it all out of her system. After a second, he began, “You know that I—”

“I know,” she ground out. “I know you aren’t—him, and that you want to get married, or whatever—but it’s not—I have never once said to you that I wanted that, and that you think it’s just going to fix all of that shit you put me through—”

“That we put us through,” he protested.

“Yes! Exactly!”

John sighed and passed a hand over his face; she turned, leaned against the counter to regard him, and she could feel the hard lines of her expression digging the tension into a headache that had just begun to bloom behind her eyes.

“You can,” she started, “I mean—someone else might want—”

“I don’t want someone else,” John snapped. “I want. You.”

It was endearing and infuriating, in equal amounts. John kept trying to jam a puzzle piece where it didn’t fit, and that wasn’t to say that she thought she’d feel this way forever—because maybe, someday, she wouldn’t—but John didn’t do anything to endear her to the idea when he threw it around like it was a fix-it to everything he’d ever done to piss her off.

“I’ll hold on to the ring,” he started again, and she sighed, closing her eyes. “Listen. I’ll hold on to it. Come to Christmas dinner. I’ll sit through your mom criticizing everything about me if you do. We can...” John’s gaze flickered as he searched for a word, his hands coming up to her face. “Revisit the topic after the holidays.”

“And what if I say no again?” she asked, warily.

“Then you say no,” John replied. “And we go from there. So will you come?”

Elliot took a sip of her wine, having to move the glass around his hands, and exhaled out of her nose.

“Fine,” she replied. “But only because I know Jacob would never let you live it down if he heard you made the big show of coming all the way to my house and I said no.”

“See? It’s like you’re already one of us.”

“Thin fucking ice, John.”

He grinned, leaned in, and kissed her; slow, unhurried, luxuriating in the moment before he said, “Pick you up tomorrow morning? Nine?”

“Fine,” she said again, tired because she knew that the next few days were going to be only exhausting. Well, that wasn’t true; it would be nice to see Faith (and maybe even Jacob) again, and there was a tiny, tiny sliver of a chance her mother would stop trying to set her up on dates if she brought a boyfriend around for the holidays. “But don’t make me regret it.”

“Of course,” John agreed. “Nothing could go wrong.”

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Many of Their Kind

Thank you for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This is such an interesting topic, I got a bit carried away, heehee!

Summary: Seteth and Flayn were summoned to Askr after hearing all about it from Byleth. The older brother, overprotective as ever, would only allow his little sister to remain there once he was absolutely sure it would be safe, though Flayn couldn’t be happier to be able to meet new people, especially those with whom she and Seteth shared an unexpected bond with, the manaketes.

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New Heroes from other worlds arrived practically daily on Askr, especially after the Summoner's Breidablik was magically enhanced during the recent skirmishes.

They amounted to the point that Kiran himself was unable to welcome and indulge them all until they were used to their day-to-day at the Order of Heroes, so the other people in charge also took it upon themselves to help the Heroes accommodate themselves as quickly as possible.

Anna, Sharena and Alfonse shared those duties mostly equally; the Crown Prince had his own royal duties to attend to, so he was more often than not too busy to help. Though since that was expected, Sharena and Anna didn't seem to mind the added task on their shoulders.

That particular morning, it was Anna's turn to walk the new heroes through the castle, though the newly arrived pair seemed to have other ideas in mind. 

Seteth and Flayn was how they had presented themselves, though Anna could swear she had seen their picture in the book depicting Fódlan's history under other aliases entirely.

The young woman looked around eagerly, ooh-ing and aaah-ing at every detail. "Look, Brother!" She nudged the tall man, pointing at this or that vase or decoration. "Even the architecture itself differs on its fundamentals! Everything here is so interesting!"

"Indeed." The green-haired man replied curtly, though warmly enough not to dismiss the girl's enthusiasm. "However, try not to attract much attention, Flayn, for we are still unaware of our role here as... 'Heroes'." He said the last word with contempt, though Anna could discern a large amount of worry in his tone, rather than disdain.

"Annnd here we have the, well, let's call it 'Administration Wing', for now. I don't think we ever gave it a name apart from 'Western Wing' now that I think about it." Anna concluded the hurried tour, simply going through the motions of doing so as her brain searched for the piece of information regarding those two that she was forgetting. "You seem to have more than a few questions, so I'll welcome you to my office so we can talk more leisurely."

"That would be ideal, Commander. I thank you." Seteth bobbed his head to the sides in compliance, nudging Flayn along the corridor towards Anna's study.

Once there, the man barely waited for Anna to take her seat behind the desk to ask. "I have heard from Professor Byleth that this world is very peculiar in its deepest roots."

"Yes?" Anna tilted her head in question.

"To speak bluntly, I have heard that a few of whom we've considered enemies in Fódlan are here as allies, instead. Namely, the," he glanced at Flayn with a painful expression, "Death Knight."

The young woman looked down in visible distress, digging her nails on her skirt. "You see, Commander, that man has attacked me on occasion and ever since then I- I have been terrified of him."

"It is as my sister says. How can I trust the integrity of an Order, otherworldly as it may be, that employs villains within their ranks? How do you maintain order within your own organization by having mutual enemies fighting on the same side of the battlefield?"

Anna took one index to her lips, looking up in thought. "That is a valid concern, good people," she said matter-of-factly, somehow seeming to remember something and jumping out of her seat to browser the bookshelf to her left. "However, unfounded. Every Hero summoned by Kiran's -- ah, he's our Summoner, I believe you met him immediately after crossing the portal to our world -- weapon is bound by the Pact of Non-aggression." She picked two or three volumes from the shelves, placing them on her desk as she sat back on her chair.

Flayn and Seteth exchanged curious glances, choosing to remain in silence to allow Anna to continue.

The Commander opened the first volume, its cover decorated in a pale silver. "You see, it's physically impossible for a Hero to harm another one within Askrian grounds. Well, even outside our borders -- as long as they were summoned by Breidablik, they're bound to this. We employ many, ah, unique characters from opposing sides of the same war, so we have heard no small amount of complaints on this matter. Yet, there has never been a case of a fight breaking out since their own bodies are subjugated by the Pact." She looked through a sentence or another, muttering a few ah-s of understanding. "There is also a potent, ancient magic protecting each and every one of you -- as long as you are under our command, you are under no peril of death."

"I would ask you to explain this further, Commander. How can one avoid death just by being in an unfamiliar world?"

Anna looked from the book to the duo, her mind finally clear on her suspicious. "You and your, ah... sister," she took a dignified pause to assert the two of them that she not only was aware of their most guarded secret but that she was willing to keep it so, "as any other Hero summoned to this world, are, let's say, a 'borrowed' power from your original world. We pluck you out of there to fight for us here, but this does not change at all your role nor your history back whence you came. For that to happen, the magic here protects you on an intimate level -- although you can be injured and forced to retreat the battlefield, no wounds you retain will be fatal. After all, your life -- or death -- only concerns your original world."

Seteth took one hand to his chin in thought as Flayn looked down at her own hands, pensive. "Most interesting," the man muttered, his interest piqued. "I would rather avoid sending my sister to battle altogether; she is a healer first and foremost, you see. Since you've just told us that the wounds aren't fatal..."

"Well, having field healers certainly helps with the progression of battle." Anna interrupted, knowing where Seteth wanted to take the conversation to. "But, of course, it'll ultimately depend on you whether you choose to fight for us or not. Kiran's weapon also has the power to server the, ah, 'heroic' bonds binding you to Askr -- meaning he can send you back home with a snap of his fingers, anytime you want."

Narrowing his eyes, the man took a moment to think, then sighed. "I see."

Feeling increasingly antsy, Flayn looked from Seteth to Anna. "Um, you are not planning to have Lord Kiran send me back on my own, are you, Brother? I will have no such thing, I say!"

"Flayn-"

"We are finally in a place where we can be ourselves, under no peril to our lives! And it is such a wonderful place! Have you not heard the curious songs of the birds or the different color of the sky once we crossed over? I simply must explore it all for myself! I am most too weary of being alone for so long, Brother! I beg you to say such thought of returning me alone has not crossed your mind!"

Seteth looked down in visible distress. "I would, dear Flayn, but it'd be a lie. I just worry for you so-"

"Well, worry no more, for our dear Commander Anna cleared all and any doubts you had regarding this world! Has she not?" Flayn got up with a bounce, her curls dancing over her shoulders. "It is time for us to make ourselves acquainted with the askrian ways of life, for as long as we are needed here." She curtsied elegantly to Anna before turning her back to the Commander, heading to the door. "I thank you for your time, Commander, however we must take our leave."

"Flayn!" Seteth scrambled on his feet, barely bowing to Anna before running after his sister. "Do not walk away like this, young lady! What poor manners!" He scolded as they walked through the door, leaving Anna to her books.

"There's still so much to happen with these two," she absent-mindedly caressed the silver book she had just read. "I hope their time here can help them enrich themselves for what's to come."

"Ah, the very air in here feels different in my lungs!" Flayn twirled around herself as she headed towards the garden, lured by the clear atmosphere. "Do you not feel it so, Brother?"

Panting, Seteth sighed loudly. "Flayn, just because this world might be safer than where we came from, it does not mean you can frolic around on your own! I beg you to always be with me whenever you want to take a walk... I fear for you, even if you are protected by this ancient magic of this place's."

Feeling rather bad for running like that, Flayn looked down, sheepish. "Forgive me, Brother. I know all you care about it my safety, but I assure you that I am more than capable of taking care of myself, especially in this unfamiliar world."

"It's precisely because this is an unfamiliar world that I worry even more-"

"Oh!" A surprised gasp came from beside them, right a bit ahead into the garden. "Are you two new Heroes? It's not always that we welcome more dragons into the fray!"

Flayn widened her eyes so much she felt they were bulging out. "D-dragons? W-whyever would you assume that about us, dear stranger?" She tried her best to act meek, stepping just a bit behind Seteth's shoulder.

The owner of the voice, a silver-haired, pointy-eared woman tilted her head in confusion. "Huh? Did I get it wrong? I can clearly feel it..."

Way more used to keeping his poker face, Seteth simply cleared his throat. "I'm afraid we haven't met yet, Lady...?"

"Ah, how boorish of me! I'm Corrin, nice to meet you!" She curtsied with the grace of a noble, despite wearing a strange-looking armor. "I can turn into a dragon, so that's why I assumed you two were the same. Something about your vibes..."

Flayn stared at Corrin's exposed ears, somehow wanting to do the same with her own. It's been so long since she felt the wind without fearing her hair going up! "I am Flayn, dear Corrin. Nice to meet you."

"Seteth. It's my pleasure."

Corrin smiled gleefully. "Can I ask where are you guys from? Ever since coming here, I've found so many shape-shifters from all over! I always thought I was alone in this, but finding other people that share this burden has made it lighter, somehow."

"Burden?" Flayn asked innocently, exchanging glances with Seteth.

"Oh, look at me babble! Sorry about that." She looked down in distress for half a second before shaking her head to do away with any negative thoughts. "I still have much to learn from those manaketes -- ah, that's how some of the other dragon shape-shifters call themselves in their worlds -- so it's no wonder I got you guys mixed up with actual shape-shifters."

"There are more? More people who can turn to beasts- to dragons? In this world and in many others?" Flayn stepped away from Seteth's protection, taking Corrin's hand in unabashed excitement.

"Why, yes! Do you want to meet them? They were going to teach me lots of stuff today just at that gazebo over there, in the middle of the garden."

"Oh, I would dearly love to meet them! They can impart much knowledge, can they not? I am eager to learn more and more!"

"Yes!" Corrin squeezed Flayn's hand, matching her excitement down to her giddy steps. "They as wise as they are old -- some of them are over 3,000 years old!"

"Three thous-" Seteth choked. Could these creatures be the exact same as the ones back in their own world? How did they manage to retain their draconic forms for so long? How fundamentally different were they from the children of the goddess, if there were any changes at all?

Even Seteth was getting excited about it, if he could be honest.

Once they arrived, however, Seteth couldn't help but scowl so deeply he even let out a 'that's it?' under his breath.

The 'ancient beings' waiting for them looked no older than children -- though their ears were immensely longer than Corrin's.

"I'm here, Nowi! Tiki and Fae, too! Good afternoon!" Corrin giggled as she pulled Flayn to the middle of the girls, who all welcomed them with excited bounces and hugs.

"You brought us another dragon friend!!" Nowi jumped in Flayn's arms, digging her face into the taller girl's chest. "This world is THE BEST, did you know? I struggled so much to find dragon friends back in Ylisse, but I just instantly found so many friends the moment I was summoned! IT'S THE BEST!" She giggled happily, twirling Flayn about.

"Well, you met me, though! The not-me, me." A young, green-haired girl -- Tiki -- smiled, also diving into the hug.

"Uh-huh, but that was wayyyy later. I was lonely for a long time, you know! A thousand years!"

Flayn gasped. "So it is true that you are all ancient beings-"

"I'm five!" Fae got on her tiptoes to pull Flayn's skirt. "Five hundred!"

"My, and your youth hasn't changed at all!" Flayn patted the little girl's head, truly already at home amidst these strangers -- they shared something akin to a bond that no one else but themselves had: the blood of immortals and their burdens.

“It warms the heart to see the young ones chatting so happily, doesn’t it?” Bantu said as though he had simply materialized beside Seteth.

“Gah-” The green-haired man flinched. “Since when-”

“Ohoho, I’ve been here the whole time, my lad.” Bantu smiled. “Let us have a seat, shall we? It fits us old men better to simply watch over the younger generation as they bloom on their own, don’t you agree?”

Seteth glanced at Flayn’s genuine smile, one he hadn’t seen in many an age. He allowed himself to smile as well, shaking his head slightly. “You are right. Let us converse over there, friendly stranger. I also have much to ask regarding your- no, our kind.”

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Lost Souls and Reveries (Part 17)

22 part AU written for @cssns​. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16. Story available on AO3 Here and FF Here. Banner created by the amazingly talented @shipsxahoy​!!

Killian Jones is a wolf shifter without roots, without plans, and without a pack. He’s a rogue, someone humans should avoid and shifters should be wary of given his lineage. But one night years back set him on a path he didn’t realize he was taking, a path leading to a future he is destined for. That future is tied up in one woman – a human named Emma Nolan. Together Emma and Killian will find not only answers, but a love that’s truly fated. But will love be enough to set them free, or will past demons win out in the end? (Answer: love always wins – I am writing this so despite some tiny pockets of angst it’s basically a fluff-filled insta-love fest). Rated M.

A/N: Hey all! I am so glad to be back after just a week away this time, especially because I really want to get you all this resolution. I would have loved to have this chapter and the last one be just one installment, but I hit like 10,000 words and still had more to say so it just wasn’t meant to be. I hope you’ll forgive me once you read this part though, and I am so excited to see what you all think! Also, just in case it isn’t clear, there are three distinct POVs in this chapter (Killian, Liam, and Emma). Thanks as always for reading and hope you enjoy!

Witnessing the form of any man be overcome by a monster was a soul rattling thing. It chilled the blood and froze the mind, paralyzing it with anxiety and fear. But to see one’s brother go through such a horrifying change was something else all together.

For a moment, Killian caved to that panic as he watched the way his brother’s eyes flashed a hellish black and how the tension in Liam’s limbs made the lines of his body horrible and gruesome. The snarl on his face shouldn’t have been possible. No expression should convey so much hate and malice, and the growl that emanated from Liam’s chest was simultaneously low and yet sharp and scratchy. It made Killian wince, as if Liam had scraped his claws down a chalkboard, but despite the survival instincts in Killian’s head that told him to run, he stayed strong. It only took a moment for him to collect himself, to remind his now skittish animal of all he had to fight for and how nothing, not even his worst nightmare made real, would deter him from that. Killian had to protect the people he loved, and more than anything he had to fight with all he had to see his mate and his true love protected for now and always.

In seconds Killian readied himself for battle, crouching low, with every intention of shifting. His wolf was nearly at the forefront of his mind, his body just a hair away from transforming, but just before he did the monster in front of him went from totally controlling his brother to essentially disappearing. Liam physically stumbled, his body bending over as he shook his head with tremendous force, and when he looked up again his real eyes stared back at Killian, the deep darkness from before now gone. Liam was nearly normal again, though clearly had used a large amount of energy to fight back. But how? And more importantly, why?

“It’s like I said, before. The monster remains. There’s no shaking it.”

“But you’re trying to fight it,” Killian acknowledged and Liam nodded.

“Yes. I have tried everything I can to suppress it since that night. The night you spared me.”

“I might not know many details about what happened to you after our fight, brother, but I do know you stayed with the pack,” Killian bit out, his own resentment at that not hidden in the slightest. He’d thought it was a terrible idea then, and he still believed it to be so now. He had no idea how Liam would have ever rectified the want to suppress his inner demon with staying in that toxic place they once called home.  “So it doesn’t add up. You fought darkness, but lingered in it too.”

“That night…” Liam paused for a moment as he tried to find the words for how everything had gone down. “That night I was unhinged and unwell, but I wasn’t fully gone, not like you thought I was. That instinct to stay with the pack – it wasn’t all the bite talking. That had always been my plan, since the moment we set out to kill Brennan.”

“You never told me that,” Killian said, not believing it even if part of him wondered if it could be true. Had Liam always wanted to return to the pack? Maybe, but the thought, even in hindsight, was so abhorrent to Killian he couldn’t fully comprehend it.

“Of course I didn’t. You never would have supported that idea. You were of one mind. All you could focus on was finding justice for Mum, and I knew there would be no discussion on the subject. I had hoped after everything was done that maybe you’d see. Maybe killing our father would free you from all your hatred of the past. Maybe you’d feel as I did, that our life back there was more than evil and power and greed. There was still good in where we came from. It just had to be nurtured and fought for.”

“Sounds like bullshit,” Tink said, her words reminding both brothers that she was still here, something Killian had already forgotten.

“It’s true,” Liam reaffirmed, his aggravation growing, but his eyes remained a steady cerulean as he looked at Tink. “I always planned to rid the ugliness from our past, and from our family.”

“Oh sure, that’s possible,” Tink said with a dismissive wave of her hand, “Hell, I’d say it’s even likely, seeing as you’re related to Killian, who does everything he can to be a good guy. But that bite should have changed everything. If you really wanted to make things better, you should have known you weren’t the man to do it. You were compromised, and you clearly still are.”

“I did know I wasn’t the one to truly make things right,” Liam confessed. “And despite knowing I still tried anyway because I was selfish. I fooled myself into thinking I would be okay. When Killian left, the beast inside me calmed a hell of a lot. He never truly went away, but he was quieter, less agitated. I hovered above the monster, and I did what needed doing. I got rid of the old guard, all of the pack who supported Brennan -,”

“They all supported him, Liam. Every last one of them,” Killian spat out and Liam shook his head.

“No, not all of them. They didn’t support him; they endured him. The fear we felt wasn’t ours alone to shoulder. There were many others stuck in the same torturous cycles, hoping for escape without finding it. Mothers scared for their cubs, fathers who knew that defecting from the pack would put a mark on them and their families forever. Brennan was ruthless and he hated nothing more than disloyalty. Everyone was trapped, and just because they all didn’t show the bravery of our mother doesn’t mean they all deserved to be condemned.”

Killian remained quiet. He knew that at some level Liam was right. The cubs were absolutely without guilt, for none of them could choose the pack they were born to or the rules of their clan. And yes, Killian remembered that there was fear beyond his own little world. People got quiet around his father, and the women especially made sure never to linger too long in his presence. It was always a place filled with whispers and walking on eggshells. Still, Killian knew that even if the bite hadn’t come between them he never would have stayed. Some might say Killian wasn’t strong enough to face the past. They might think he lacked honor for not going and rebuilding what was broken, but Killian didn’t see it as his duty to fix what his father had created. He wanted no part of Brennan’s legacy, and if he’d been forced to face it he’d have disbanded the clan and told every single member that they’d be better off starting over somewhere without all the baggage and heartbreak.

“I know you think the pack should have dissolved, and there’s merit to that thinking, but what you failed to see was that as much pain as the pack brought, the pack was also family. For better or worse, it was all most of them ever knew, and breaking that bond is painful. It’s like leaving a part of yourself behind forever. You never felt that when we were kids, but I did, and I knew how much it hurt and how badly I wished it never happened. I didn’t want to take anything more from anyone, so I tried to heal the hurts instead.”

“And how did that work?” Killian asked skeptically.

“It was slow going, but there was steady progress. A few years in and we’d discharged all of the remaining dissenters. Brennan’s core backers were gone, and the members that remained began to believe that more might be possible for the first time in a long time. We set new rules, we cleansed the laws of the pack, and we started to build something everyone could be proud of.”

“Sounds like a fairy tale,” Tink joked and Liam winced.

“Hardly. Much as I tried to deny it, I was still sick. I could play at being healed all I wanted, hell I even fooled myself into thinking I was still on solid ground. I told no one I was infected, and I lived for a long time like nothing was wrong. But it wasn’t that simple. I might have been caging my animal, but I was still feeding it every day. I made all of them rely on me. I amassed substantial power as alpha, both within our pack and outside it, even if it wasn’t through fear as Brennan had. I was in total command and that soothed the beast which lusted for control, but all it took was one moment to show me how wrong I was in thinking that I could ever overcome this.”

“What happened?”

“What always happens in pack life: an outsider came and challenged me, thinking he stood a chance to take what I’d,” Liam stalled, shaking his head and changing his wording purposefully. “What we had been building.”

“That’s not so unusual,” Tink said, though her nose scrunched up slightly in a show of disgust. “Well not for wolves anyway. You’re all so abrasive, that just comes with the territory.”

The joke fell flat though Killian knew in another situation he’d have laughed. Tink’s thoughts on other shifters were usually entertaining to him, but the look of regret in Liam’s eyes told Killian his brother’s dark deed had crossed a line. He could only imagine what that might have been like.

“A challenge is normal, yes, but there are customs now. We don’t fight to the death like the wolves of old. We fight until surrender or until one side can’t fight anymore. We aren’t supposed to see an attacker and think that the only way forward is draining the life from them.  We aren’t supposed to welcome that kind of fight while vehemently resenting anyone for trying to stake a claim. Our animal shouldn’t crave cruelty or demand death.”

“But yours did.”

“Aye. Looking back it’s like someone else’s memory, but that fight… hell it was worse than ours ever had the chance to be. I was ruthless. I’d won the match ten times over, but the bite had me taunting and tormenting my opponent. I wouldn’t just have killed him. This was torture. This was blood sport…” Liam said, his eyes haunted and his shame written clear as day on his face. “It took every member of the pack to get me back from the depths of my demons, and even then they couldn’t fully stop me. I was possessed, consumed with this evil need. I was seconds away from finally killing him, but the ruckus of the pack distracted me, enough that I saw my reflection in the creek. My eyes were worse than black…”

“They were shattered,” Killian said, knowing the way his father had looked when they fought him, and remembering how ungodly the sight was.

“They were on the edge, the fragments were forming. The last pieces of my soul were withering away far faster than I imagined, and only in seeing that could I find a way to stop. And the only way to stop was to leave, so I ran.”

“Wait, you left?” Killian asked, shocked that after everything Liam would have ever left the pack for any length of time.

“I had to. I was stricken with the wants of the sickness for days. I couldn’t shift back to human form, all I could do was run, trying to exhaust myself and keep myself from turning back and finishing the job. Finally I passed out from the lack of food and water and sleep, but even then, when the fog of it all lifted I knew I couldn’t return. I called my second in command, and I told him I was done. The beast in me was too much, and I had to save the little control I have left for something more important. I had to save it for you, Killian. I had to try and mend things between us the best I could after everything that’s happened. I’m only glad you’ve found your happiness when you did, so Ruby’s block could be lifted and I could get here in time. It’s been over a year and each day I searched in vain, knowing I was never really close and would likely never find you. So you see, you finding your mate isn’t just your miracle, but mine too.”

Killian allowed that to sink in, and finally he accepted that Liam was really trying to do the right thing. This wasn’t a trick or a game. It was a genuine attempt by his elder brother to make amends. That was more than Killian had ever dared to dream of, but in accepting this to be fact Killian also realized that his brother’s words all pointed to a sadness he could not comprehend. Liam wasn’t here to hurt him, but he was here to say goodbye, and that goodbye was going to be a final one.

“So you mean to tell me that you withstood the bite for years, rebuilt the pack, overcame the beast again and have been tirelessly tracking me in the hopes of saying you’re sorry?”

“You’ve colored the story in my favor by putting it that way, but yes. It will never be enough, but I am sorry, Killian. I’m sorry for all of it. I miscalculated with Brennan even though we’d trained so hard. He never should have bit me in the first place, but I fucked up and he did. Then I caved so quickly to the crazy impulses this sickness brings, only to put you in the most impossible position. I can never take back that night, but if I could I truly would. More than anything though I want you to know that I tried. I tried to be the man you still believed was in me when you spared my life. I tried to be a man you and Mum could be proud of. I tried as long as I could.”

“And so now what, it’s just over? You’re giving up?” Tink asked, her own hard exterior defenses softening as she grappled with the self-sacrifice Liam was planning to make.  

“There’s no other way. I can’t live with this beast without succumbing to it,” Liam confessed, his resigned manner making Killian’s heart ache even more. “I’m a threat to everyone I meet. It’s barely restrained. The monster keeps rising closer and closer to the surface. Seeing you right now is the work of so much time, brother, and it’s all I ever wanted, but the pain I feel at holding onto everything is almost blinding. Frankly it’s miraculous I’ve held on this long. Soon enough the dam will break, and when it does I’ll be gone, and you and the people you care about here will be in real danger. So I have to stop that from happening. I can’t become what our father was. I won’t.”

“So you’ll die a hero then, a man who overcame to spare the rest of us. Because that’s what you’re saying. You’re saying you have to die. That you have to…” Killian couldn’t even form the rest of the terrible words, instead leaving the implication hanging in the air around them.

“It’s the only way.”

“I don’t believe that,” Killian said. “I might have bought that before. If you found me even a few months ago I would have been jaded enough to do so, but now… there’s too much good in the world for this to end like this Liam. There’s hope that lives here, hope like we’ve never known before, hope you deserve to feel.”

“Your mate, you love her,” Liam said and Killian nodded, now not distressed at Liam’s casual mention of Emma or at the thoughtful smile that formed on Liam’s face. “She’s your light and your hope, just like Mum used to say a mate should be, and I’m happy for you, brother, happier than you’ll ever know. I only wish I had the chance to meet the woman who could be so much to my favorite person.”

“Killian!”

The call from Emma that sounded through the woods at this most opportune time caused Killian to move forward, soon enough she appeared at the tree line with Ruby, Elsa, and Anna, and when she did Killian could see her fierce want to be with him and to protect him. She didn’t realize that he didn’t need protection, but at least now Liam could see the light that he had guessed at previously. He could have one wish granted in the end.

As he was thinking that though, Liam surprised Killian by springing towards Emma and her friends, and Killian’s good thoughts evaporated at the perceived threat. Liam moved with lightening speed, charging in Emma’s direction and Killian matched his pace, acting on instinct until he’d come to stand right before his love, protecting her as best he could, but then he realized it wasn’t Emma Liam had in his sights, it was Elsa. The expression on Liam’s face was torn and in flux, his eyes flashed between blue and the brilliant color of a healthy wolf, but all of his attention was settled on Emma’s best friend. One moment he was joyous, the next confused, and concerned. His actions were strange and almost unknowable, but then Killian realized something: Elsa must truly matter to Liam. She must call to him, and intrigue him in a way that he couldn’t control himself. She must be…

……………

My mate!

The words repeating over and over in his head the moment Liam laid eyes on the fair-haired beauty before him were undeniable, and even stranger they were said in the tone of his wolf pre-sickness. The demons that had taken up residence in his mind the past few years were silent, and all there was to focus on was this impossibly beautiful woman.

For a few beats of his heart, Liam experienced a rush of yearning and rightness. For the first time in years he felt like he had a chance at being whole and at being more than okay again. Acting on instinct he moved toward this familiar stranger, pulled by something stronger than gravity to be closer in her orbit. He barely even took in the others in her presence. Ruby was there, and he spared her the same fleeting glance that he gave to the other two women. One was clearly Killian’s mate, as his brother had charged to stand in front of her in a show of protection, but Killian’s face wasn’t animated with anger. Instead he looked perplexed and then a small smile began to tug at his lips as understanding dawned on him. Liam didn’t have time to make heads or tails of that; all he wanted was to get to his angel – his mate.

“Liam, stop!” Ruby said fiercely, putting her body between him and the woman he wanted so badly and Liam felt a growl growing in his chest, but he ultimately halted in his tracks. He met his cousin’s eyes, which were slightly clouded in that familiar way that said she was here in this moment while also receiving one of the visions she’d been having since childhood. When it had passed Liam growled low again, not liking the distance from his new found other half, and though Ruby seemed more relaxed than a moment ago, her fear had shifted to annoyance very quickly. “Seriously, quit it or you’ll scare her.”

“Uh, isn’t that the point?” one of the other women whispered. Looking at her, Liam could see some similarities between this woman and his blue-eyed beauty. They must be related somehow, but Liam’s gaze only stayed with her a moment before returning to his impossible dream again. “He’s the bad guy, remember?”

“He’s not,” his mate said sternly, speaking for the first time in his presence. Her voice rang out with indescribable melody, and each word, each subtle intonation lapped at his very soul like a gentle wave on the shore.

Her eyes didn’t demure in any way as he continued to stare her down, instead she met his gaze head on, and the emotion that he saw in those crystal blue pools nearly knocked him over. She was already fierce in her want to protect him and defend him despite not knowing him at all, and God he could just see how sweet and pure she was. Her hair was so light it could hardly be real, and though she’d tied it back in a tidy, elegant braid, Liam longed to see it set free. So many little dreams passed before his eyes – flashes of what he wanted with her, of what he wished could be. He never imagined anything like her before, he longed to reach out and touch her and to hold her close. She was sunlight in the midst of so much shadow, but he’d never deserve her, and he knew rationally that they could never be together, even if he’d never wanted anything more.

“I am though, love. And this… it can’t happen. I can’t be here,” Liam murmured. The realization was worse than anything he’d ever felt. He’d do all of life’s most terrible moments over again a million times to avoid this fate. He’d give anything to have things be different, but they weren’t. He was broken, and though he didn’t even know her name, Liam knew he’d never subject this angel to the burdens that he carried.

“You can,” his mate replied, her eyes holding so much softness even in the face of his brusque attempt at cold.

“Elsa?” The woman who clearly belonged with Killian looked for guidance and more clarification from his mate, and Liam rejoiced at hearing her name for the first time. Elsa – so unique and uncommon, just like her.

“It’s all right, Emma. It’s going to be okay,” Elsa said before looking back to him and speaking directly to him again. “You’re going to be okay.”

“No, I’m not. It’s – God it’s a sick joke! I live long enough to find you, but I can’t have you.”

“Yes you can. I can help you,” Elsa said, her voice lilting with the same calm and warmth despite the fact that his own was edging towards full-blown despair.

“Help him?” Ruby asked, her face giving every hint that her visions weren’t serving her as well as she wanted right now. She couldn’t read the future that his mate seemed so certain of, but without even hearing the details, Liam felt himself start to believe this remarkable woman. He knew nothing of Elsa, but at the same time he knew everything, and if she believed then he would to. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I can heal him,” Elsa announced, totally and completely assured of herself.

“How?” Everyone except for Liam asked at the same time, and then Elsa smiled as she very clearly replied.

“Because I’m his mate.”

“MATE?!” the girl who looked like Elsa asked exuberantly. “Did you just say mate? Did my sister just say mate?!”

“Yes, Anna, I said mate,” Elsa said, her own happiness bubbling up into a tinkling laugh that sounded out like the chimes of a bell.

Liam’s chest filled with pride at her claiming him like this, and he knew he’d never felt such joy in his life. That she would feel all he felt for her was incredible, and that she could see past the darkness that he was… well it was the best thing that had ever happened in his life. It was only topped by the moment that his Elsa stepped forward, finally taking his hand in hers. At the contact he was overcome with elation in a way that defied description. All he knew was one moment he was a jumble of feelings and the next he was truly peaceful. For the first time in a long time all his monsters were at bay, and he felt anchored even as he reveled in this taste of true freedom. Then he watched as a swirl of light began to emanate from her. It was magic, raw, powerful light magic, and he felt it seep into him, warming him through and making him feel like more than he’d ever been, even before the bite.

“See what I mean?” Elsa whispered so quietly he was sure only he could here. “We can handle this. We’ll figure this out together.”

“Together,” Liam mused as his hands pulled her closer so she was flush against his body. “Got to say I love the sound of that.”

And though they’d only just met, and their journey together was still as new as new could be, Liam felt euphoric when his mate moved upwards to press a kiss to his lips. As crazy as this was, and as sudden as the shift had been from all hope being lost to every dream coming true, Liam wouldn’t have it any other way. Lost in the love he already felt coursing through him for her, he allowed the weight of his world to slip away, and as long as he had Elsa by his side, he knew there were no more beasts and no more demons that could ever be successful in holding him down.

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“So this hasn’t gone exactly as expected,” Emma commented as the rest of them watched Elsa and Liam connecting closer to the middle of the field. They were caught up in a heated kiss, but what was truly awe inspiring was the flow of magic all around them. You could see it and feel it all around them, and without even needing to be told of any set plans or remedies, Emma knew her friend was right when she said she’d be the one to heal Killian’s brother.  

To be honest though, this was quite literally one of the last things Emma ever could have anticipated. Even if she had believed that there was a chance that Liam might still be savable, she couldn’t have ever expected that his savior would be Elsa or that her best friend would find the same kind of true love in an instant as Emma and Killian had. It was a truly remarkable thing, and as she watched Liam and Elsa’s embrace she felt her eyes grow misty. This was such a blessing for so many reasons, not the least of which was that Killian would have one of the most important people in his life back. Finally after so long so many of his old hurts could heal, and in the process Elsa would hopefully find her own happily ever after, which Emma knew she absolutely deserved.

“No, love. I think it’s safe to say this has gone completely off the rails.”

“In a good way though,” Emma joked and Killian laughed, pressing a light kiss to her lips.

“Aye, in the best way. My brother has returned, Elsa is confident that she can heal him, and it turns out they are fated mates. Who would believe it?”

“Well while we’re on the subject of mates, the new sheriff is making my wolf act up. Could be nothing but -,”

Before Ruby could get the words out a growl sounded from the woods, and Emma looked over to see a giant wolf at the tree line. It was clear the wolf had been there for some time, and Emma had to assume this was Graham. Even though she’d been around shifters more and more the past few weeks, it was still an amazing thing to see. These animals were gorgeous and different and huge, and yet it was still totally Graham. Emma couldn’t explain it, there was just something about the way this wolf carried himself. Well that and the way that he was not pleased with Ruby underselling their connection, which was admittedly hilarious. Still, there was so much happening here, Emma couldn’t help shaking her head in continued disbelief.

“That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing,’” Anna said gleefully. “In fact, it sounds like this might just be my favorite day ever!”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally here for the surprise love fest,” Tink replied as she stuck her thumb out in Graham’s general direction, “Especially if it means seeing this guy find someone after years of telling me he never would. You owe me a hundred bucks by the way, Humbert.”

Graham’s wolf made what was probably the animal equivalent of an amused snort, which caused everyone to laugh, except for Ruby who rolled her eyes in feigned annoyance.

“Oh what, like it’s hard to be fated for me?” Her words were barely out of her mouth and Graham had shifted back, holding her close and making her gasp as he leaned in to reassure her.

“Easiest thing I’ve ever done, babe. Count on that.” The words, corny as they sounded to Emma, made Ruby swoon, which in turn seemed to set off Elsa and Liam and even she and Killian.

“Okay, cool it cowboy. It’s been like ten minutes and there are other people present,” Tink said, sternly reminding the couples that now was not the time or place. “Like I was saying, this absolutely beats a battle to the death. But I gotta ask… are we actually out of the woods here? Is Liam safe to be around or to even have in town for that matter?”

“He’s safe,” Elsa and Ruby said at the same time and Emma felt the last of Killian’s tension leave him as he exhaled at their assurances.

“So it’s over then? That’s it?” Emma asked, her whole attitude brightening at the thought that this great daunting doom that had hung over them so long was finally through. Now she and Killian could get on with the whole settling in and building a life together thing, something that she was definitely ready for. And more than that, Liam not being a threat meant all of them were safe now. Her family could stop worrying, and her friends could rest easy. In short, this was a spectacular turn of events.

“Well I wouldn’t say it’s over,” Anna acknowledged with a wave of her hand. “It seems to me that it’s really only beginning. Plus if you think we’re ending this and I don’t get a fated match too then you’re crazy. I’ll be patient, but I will be finding true love, you hear me?”

It was impossible not to laugh at Anna’s words, and Emma tucked herself into Killian as she did, loving the rumble of his laughter as it moved against her at Anna’s antics. Closing her eyes for a brief moment Emma allowed herself to just take this all in. The sun was shining, the breeze was gentle as it moved through the glen, and the air around them crackled with that sense of rightness that Emma usually only felt when she and Killian were alone and trying to forget the world. That she could feel this with everyone was a gift, and Emma knew this was a turning point; it just had to be.

“Well, I think there’s really only one question left to ask,” Tink said with a look of pure amusement on her face. “Who’s telling the Nolans?”

“Not it!” Emma, Anna, and Elsa all chimed at the same time, but before they could debate amongst themselves who would deliver the updates to her parents, her mother’s voice interrupted over the static of the radio that no one had noticed until just now.

“Hey, I heard that! Oh shoot I forgot to say over. I heard that, over.”

Tink looked shocked and Emma knew that this wasn’t some elaborate prank. Tink was genuinely unaware that Mary Margaret had been listening in. They were all astounded, well all of them except Graham who immediately looked embarrassed. He motioned to the radio he’d been wearing and finally seemed to notice it had been set to on this whole time, even when he’d been in wolf form.

“That’s my bad. I gave her the extra radio at the station yesterday. Figured it would be the best way to keep them in the loop. I didn’t realize it was on all this time.”

“Was it really though?” Emma asked, knowing her mother could fully hear her now. “I don’t know how likely it is that Mom could hear everything happening today and keep quiet. First you and Ruby, then Elsa and Liam. It would have been an awful lot of temptation…”

“Emma!” Her Mom said with a tone of censure, but then there was mumbling in the background and she heard her mother sigh. “Okay fine, I wanted to say things but your father reminded me that if I did Graham would probably shut off the feed, and I just couldn’t risk it.”

“I may not know your parents well, but that sounds about right,” Ruby said with a smirk. “And five bucks says Granny’s in on this too.”

“No one’s dumb enough to take that bet,” Killian joked and sure enough Granny’s voice came through the feed confirming that she was there and enjoying all the updates as well.

“Oh I’m here, and I have all sorts of questions for this man who thinks he’s good enough for my Ruby Lee.”

“Oh Jesus,” Ruby said with the first show of embarrassment she’d had today. She grabbed the walkie talkie from Graham and finally put this all to bed.

“All right you three, show’s over. You’ve had your fun. Granny, I will see you tomorrow,” Ruby said, before backtracking after looking back at Graham whose eyes were on her and filled with both heat and a quizzical question asking if she’d really be up for company tomorrow. “Scratch that, I’ll see you soon…ish. You want references, you got them sitting right next to you. I’m sure Mary Margaret and David are all too happy to fill you in on all things Graham.”

Anna then took the reciever from Ruby and gave her own message to Emma’s parents. “And don’t worry, I was only playing earlier. I’ll be over to fill you in on everything you missed. All I ask is that you make one of your awesome blueberry pies. I don’t have a man yet, so I should at least get some damn dessert.”

Emma bit back another laugh at how quickly her mother agreed to that proposition, and over the next few minutes the group disbanded, with the new mates going to find alone time as Anna and Tink headed towards her parents house. For Emma and Killian though, there was so much to be said and so much to discuss, but Emma knew that they wouldn’t get into the details tonight. No, she didn’t see much in the way of talking happening tonight at all, not when the relief she felt was so distinctly mirrored in her mate’s eyes, and not when the lifting of the Liam burden had left space only for love and hope and happiness.

“Picture it, love,” Killian said as he brought her into the house, locking the door behind them and then pulling her into his arms so there was no space left between them. “A whole night just you and me and some good old fashioned peace and quiet.”

“Well I don’t know about quiet…” Emma teased as her hand trailed down his chest, her voice dropping a bit lower and the huskiness of her want for him sounding out undeniably in her tone. “I kind of like when we get all worked up.”

Killian’s growl gave away how much he loved that too, and the next thing she knew he was sweeping her up and bringing them to the bedroom. Whether it was shifter speed or just Emma’s own infatuated state any time Killian put his hands on her she didn’t know, but it felt like one second her feet were on the ground and the next she was pinned against the door in their bedroom as Killian gazed at her with lust and love and longing.

“Allow me to be more clear,” Killian murmured his mouth whispering the words against her skin between kisses as he moved from his lips to her jaw, down her neck and lower. “Tonight it’s just you and me and the love between us. Nothing – and I do mean nothing – is getting between me and my mate tonight.”

Killian murmured the words as he practically ripped the clothing from her body, and Emma was mindless to do anything but claw away the clothes he still had on too. She went from teasing to needy in the blink of an eye, and from the hungry, predatory gaze Killian sent her way, Emma knew the night before them would be anything but fast. No, Killian had other plans, and if the already delicious torment of his hands and his mouth were anything to go by, Emma was going to be more than satisfied in every way.

“Every day I wonder if I’ll be used to this yet,” Killian rasped against her skin as he brought her to the bed, trailing his wicked mouth along the bared flesh of her neck. He nipped lightly at one of the mating marks he’d left on her and Emma jumped, her body so hot and ready and wanting though they’d barely even begun. “I wonder if your beauty will stop taking my breath away, or if I’ll feel anything but awe here in your presence. Will my heart stop feeling fit to burst? Will my need ever calm or wane away?”

“And the verdict?” Emma asked as one of his hands moved up her thigh as his lips moved down to her breasts, his touches moving between gentle and demanding, riling her up so effortlessly.

“It’s a waste of wondering, love. For there will never come a day when I don’t crave you. I need you, Emma, more than anything the world over, and I love you in ways I can’t possibly put in words.”

“So show me,” Emma begged, her voice a breathy moan as Killian’s lips turned up in a sinfully sexy smirk.

“That’s exactly what I plan to do.”

Emma was so torn in this moment. Mindless with pleasure and crescendoing desire, she wanted to close her eyes and revel in all of his ministrations. His fingers came to touch her most intimate skin, and the brush of his thumb on her clit as his teeth nipped the sensitive part of her breast pulled more moans from within her. But if she looked away from him now, Emma would deny herself the pleasure of seeing the man she was made for looking both fantastically wild and totally in control. Killian was so damn attractive.  He always had her thinking the dirtiest things and craving something more, no matter the time of day, but seeing him like this, totally assured and completely in command of her body had her arching to be closer to him. He was magnificent right now – and if someone were to tell her there was a world outside of this bed right now she’d hardly believe them. She was so caught up in this moment, so strung out sensation, all she could do was feel and want and beg for more.

“Killian,” she pleaded, words failing her, and then he growled with satisfaction against her skin. 

The hum of his territorial action pushed Emma’s already aching need towards the edge of release. Then the anticipation pushed her still closer as he moved down her body, his lips tasting every part of her until his mouth came to feast on her, tormenting her into marvelous madness.  She shattered so quickly, but her mate wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. He pulled her climax from her only to tease her more, building her up and taking another. He seemed hell bent on a third but Emma was brazen now and desperate for more. She pulled him back up to her, and when he thrust inside, filling her completely she felt nothing but satisfaction and the most ethereal sense of completion.

There was no telling how long they were locked together like this. Both of them were consumed with the other, chasing release and saying with words and with actions everything they felt. This was more than love; it was destiny while somehow also being a choice. No matter what the mating call had said, Emma knew that their love transcended all of that. Nature was strong, but somehow this was stronger, and the pull of wanting never seemed to fade between them.

“You’re mine,” Emma whispered, when they were both spent and exhausted, as she placed another kiss to the place just above his heart. She must have said it a thousand times tonight, but each time it was both a claiming and a prayer. She was so happy to have this and to have Killian, and there was no denying that he felt the same. 

“And you’re mine, Emma. For far longer than forever.”

With those beautiful promises in mind, Emma lay there, wrapped up in her mate thinking about how sure this thing between them was. And as she drifted off to sleep, it was almost hard to discern reality from fantasy, because life, right here in this moment, was better than any dream. Because this life was real and it was hers and it was filled with endless, glorious, wonderful possibility. 

Post-Note: So some of you (okay probably all of you) must have seen this coming. I would never be able to write something so painful as losing Liam or Killian having to kill his brother. I always knew ever since the start that Liam and Elsa would be mates, and I knew that the only way to heal Liam would require magic. There’s much more to come in terms of the bite and how Elsa will help Liam, so rest assured that will be covered. And there’s also quite a few more chapters left to go. My plan is to have 22 chapters and then potentially an additional epilogue, and trust me when I tell you there is plenty more story yet, and all of our twists and turns are not quite over. Anyway thanks so much to all of you for all your love and support. It might be few weeks or so until I get to publish my next chapter because I am doing a lot of traveling now that school is out, but I promise it’s coming! Thanks again and hope you all have a great rest of your week!

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Okay anon, you asked for this AGES ago but I was a bit stuck with it. But after the last few days anon drama in this fandom, I got the motivation to finish this one! I hope this is what you were hoping for. 

Warnings: ABO. Smut. Some angst and of course fluff because this is me after all. Rated E. 

@vbabe14  @syrabylene @greyhoundsgirl

Not Here

Daryl knew it would never get easier to ride through the gates of the Sanctuary, the sight of the place putting a foul taste in his mouth. Daryl knocked his kick stand down, the arms that had held on around his waist during the ride giving a firm squeeze before slipping free.

“Let’s make this quick.” Daryl muttered as Paul hopped off the back of his bike.

“I know, love.” Paul grinned at the alpha as he headed inside the building.

Daryl tried to not go in further than the exterior, rarely even to the gardens where only asphalt use to be. They just needed an update on all the community's food stores, Hilltop would be starting to harvest their crops over the next weeks and needed to know who needed what.  

Daryl was still straddling his bike, boot bouncing as he waited for Paul. As much as he hated the place, he hated the idea of Paul being inside of it alone even more. Daryl was no fool, Paul was the strongest person he had ever met and no one would honestly be dumb enough to bother him. After all, Rosita spent most of her time at Sanctuary and Daryl had seen her greet Paul as he went in. Paul could send anyone in that place to their ass and she was just as tough.  

There was just that hindbrain part of him that didn’t want his omega anywhere near the place that he hated so much. Paul being an omega wasn’t something that meant much to Daryl, it just made his instinct rear their head a bit more than if his boyfriend was a beta. Daryl had been a bit more protective of the man over the last few days, much to Paul annoyance.  

Daryl had even nearly knocked Rick off his feet when the other alpha had jokingly wrapped his arm around Paul when they had been at Alexandria earlier that day. Before Paul, Daryl had never gone into rut with anyone. Now it was something he was very familiar with.

Over the last year they had learned it started settling into Daryl in the week leading up to Paul’s heat. Daryl would get edgy about anyone being around Paul but he only started getting physical right before Paul’s heat. Luckily Paul only went into heat every other month, not every month like a lot of omegas did.  

So, Daryl twitchiness meant they needed to get back home as soon as possible. Daryl felt like he was going to crack the concrete under his boot as Rosita walked up with a grin. He glared at her until she pulled a silver case out of her back pocket and pulled two beautifully handmade cigarettes out. Daryl had fished his lighter out of his vest pocket in a flash making her laugh as she handed over the smoke to him, he clearly needed something for his nerves.  

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“Things getting a little tight around here?” Paul asked as he looked over the shelves in the admittedly massive pantry. Though the shelves were shocking bare.  

Frankie chuckled with a grimace, “A bit. Our gardens were doing alright but still aren’t quite keeping up with demand. But we still have a couple weeks before we need to get too worried.”

Paul nodded at the former wife as he wrote out their list, “Well, soon there should be more than enough to go around.”  

Hilltop had the best agricultural system, their crops thrived long before Negan and they had since. Oceanside did well but their fish and other game from the forest around their home was much more needed by the other communities.  

Paul didn’t mind the Sanctuary, he had no real issues with the people or place but he still had a dislike for it. He knew it came from his love for Daryl, the pain the alpha had gone through while there. He knew Daryl was ready to leave and not just because of where they were. Paul was honestly just as on edge, perhaps more so since he knew he was the cause for Daryl’s behavior.

Paul knew that a lot of people thought less of him because he was an omega. He had fought that stereotype all his life. Being an omega just made Paul stronger however. That didn’t mean he did feel things all others felt, he could feel the hollow feeling blooming in his gut. The sweat that broke out on his neck at random as his heat approached. Daryl getting physical with Rick that morning only served to prove just how close it was getting.  

It didn’t take long to get the list together, with Laura pitching in to help them along. Paul had just stepped out of the pantry, the two ladies following when he gasped. A sharp pain hitting him right in the abdomen, starting under his belly button and burning deep into his gut. He stumbled, having to grip the wall for support as another bolt hit, this time it shocked down into his pelvis making his knees week.  

“Jesus?!” Frankie rushed to his side, “What’s wrong?”

Paul swallowed a sound that would have been far too close to moan as he pressed his hand to his stomach. He shook his head, this couldn’t be happening now but he could feel the fever spreading up his chest.  

“Oh god, is he...” Laura whispered as she took a deep breath and Paul knew before long he would be stinking with it.

“I need...” Paul hated how high his voice sounded as tremors started in his thighs, “I need Daryl.”  

Frankie turned to Laura and snapped at the beta, “Go get him! I’m going to take Paul to my room.”

Laura spun without a word and took off down the hall. Laura looped her arm around Paul’s back, if he wasn’t so busy trying not to double over with a whine he would have been impressed by how easily she hauled him with her. Her face was set in a hard expression, “We have to get you out of here. It isn’t safe to be like this out here.”

Paul felt like she might be speaking from experience but he wasn’t in a state to question the other omega. All he could think about was the ache settling inside of him and how much he needed Daryl.  

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“Don’t tell Carol ‘bout this.” Daryl mumbled as he lit the cigarette now dangling from his lip.  

“Or Jesus?” Rosita smirked as she snatched his lighter for her own use.  

Daryl nodded, almost groaning with the long drag he took. He had been trying to quit but old habits do die hard after all.  His nerves were always on edge whenever he had to be around the Saviors home but it was made worse by his current state of mind because of a certain omega.  

They took a few puffs in silence, Rosita moving to lean against the bike with Daryl when he twisted around on the seat. Neither of them really saw much of each other anymore, usually just in passing because their lives had led them in different directions. She was still family though and he was comfortable with just being quiet with her.  

“So,” Rosita knocked the ash off the end of her smoke, “You guys still, you know, trying?”

Daryl figured she had smelled Paul when he passed her, the fainted scent of approaching heat clear even to her beta nose. Daryl took another deep inhale, glancing at her curious face through his bangs before giving the smallest nod.  

The first few heats they went through together had been protected. Paul had been taking, still affective but expired, birth control but it ran out after not too long. Daryl had never seen Paul nervous before, the man had been a ball of tense energy as he made the suggestion that they not try to prevent anything.  

Daryl could have been knocked over with a damn feather. They hadn’t been together that long at that point, around six months but honestly, they had been dancing around each other since that first day back on the road with the truck. Daryl couldn’t fathom that someone could love him like Paul insisted he did but the idea that anyone would be willing to have a child with him was seemingly impossible.

The term mate was outdated and many partners never used it. That was what it felt like Paul had been asking though, if Daryl might want to be his mate. Paul had been so patient as Daryl’s gears ground in his brain, just picking at his shirt sleeve between reaching up to tuck his hair behind his right ear. Daryl always found the little habit so enduring, Paul was all calm collected ninja but the little quirk only ever got seen by Daryl.  

Daryl had chewed his lip and thumb nail raw by the time he finally nodded. Paul looked like a feather would take him out too as his jaw dropped before it spread into a crooked smile. Daryl didn’t know why someone as amazing as Paul had chosen him but he wasn’t a stupid man. He knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  

“I think it would be good,” Rosita snapped Daryl back to the present and he cocked an eyebrow at her, “Good for there to be more kids. Good for Judith and Hershel to have someone to play with and grow up with.”

“Ya think so?” Daryl flicked his own ash away. He had thought the same thing more than a time or two.  

“Yeah,” Rosita smile was soft as she nudged his elbow, “It’ll be good for you too, Daryl. You’d be a really great dad.”

Daryl blinked at her, a flush pooling into his face as he cleared his throat, “Yeah?”

She nodded before smirking, “Plus we’d get to see Jesus trying to ninja around with a big baby belly.”

Daryl nearly choked on the laugh that image brought to mind before he jumped at a loud screech, “DARYL!!”

Laura hollered as she sprinted out of the building, stopping halfway to him before turning and franticly gesturing for him to follow, “It’s Jesus! C’mon!”  

Daryl threw his cigarette down, his feet moving faster than his brain. He never thought he would ever be in a hurry to get back inside of the Sanctuary but he was kicking up gravel as he took off behind the beta.

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Paul’s skin was on fire by the time Frankie got him inside her room. She got him sitting on the bed, he crumpled into himself instantly. Paul didn’t mind the fact that he got heats, it was a part of his life as an omega. He didn’t particularly like where this one decided to rear its head though. If it had waited just another hour, they would have been home and he wouldn’t be throbbing in his pants at the Sanctuary.  

“Okay, Daryl will be here soon,” Frankie made him sit up so she could peel his leather jacket off him and toss it in a chair by the bed, “I’m not worried about any mess or even give a shit about these sheets.”

She nudged him with a joking smile and he tried to return it but all he could manage was a groan. She tucked his sweaty hair off his face as she pulled his gloves off and tossed them with his coat. She worked on his boots next, putting them next to the door and tucking his socks inside them so they wouldn’t get lost. She struggled a bit to get his holstered off but managed and set them on top of his boots.  

She knew every inch of his skin was burning, the heat not just setting flame to his inside but it was everywhere. Paul was grateful she had been with him when this cluster fuck had happened. If he had been around a beta they wouldn’t have been as prepared to help him. It had been a shit show if an alpha had been helping him or had run across them in the hall.  

“There is water in the fridge,” Her room was laid out a lot like a hotel, like most of the living quarters in the building, “Even some food.”

“Not going be here that long.” Paul managed to mumble. He planned that once the first wave of heat subsided for them to jump on Daryl bike and get the hell home. There was no way he was spending the next three days there.  

Frankie nodded in understanding then cleared her throat as she opened the top drawer of her bed side table. She left it open as she muttered, “There are condoms in there, the kind made for alphas.”

Paul almost shook his head, almost told her how they didn’t use protection but he stopped himself and settled on a husked, “Thanks.”  

Before she could speak again the door swung open, Laura stumbling in with the force of Daryl charging in behind her with Rosita on his tail. The alpha looked frantic, both from worry and Paul’s scent that was even filling the hallway. Paul whined at the sight of him and the rough sound that came from deep in Daryl’s chest had the women scrambling out of the room, locking the door behind them.

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Daryl’s blood felt like it was boiling as he took in the sight of Paul hunched on the bed. His face was flushed, pupils dilated and sweat had his hair sticking to his neck. He was stripped down to just his pants and shirt, to aid in easing his pain and because Frankie knew Daryl would need the easiest access possible.  

Paul wasn’t in the worst of his heat, the first and last few were always the calmest. It wouldn’t be until the next day that Paul would be little more than a begging soaked mess and Daryl’s rut would be so strong he wouldn't be able to do anything but please him. He knew once this wave was over they were getting the hell out of there.  

“Daryl...” Paul gasped, reaching up to try and push his hair off his damp face.  

Daryl was across the room in three strides, ripping his knife holsters off and letting them thud to the floor. Then he was hauling Paul up from the bed and kissing him hard. Paul moaning into his mouth, gripping his vest to shove it off his shoulders. Daryl grabbing the hem of his shirt, parting from his bruising lips long enough to yank the garment off and toss it to the floor.  

Paul’s hands trembled as he got Daryl’s shirt open but left it on, moving next to work on his belt. Daryl wasn’t going to argue with Paul’s hurry, he was ready to get his omega home as quickly as possible. Daryl pushed Paul’s pants off his hip, the cargoes not stained with any slick yet.  

Daryl’s hands slid over Paul’s ass as he shoved his briefs off. They were a bit damp but thankfully not soaked. Paul gripped Daryl’s waist as he kicked his underwear aside. Daryl groaned softly as Paul got his zipper shoved down and pushed his pants down enough that his dick snapped free.  

Paul let out a small squeak as Daryl tossed him back on the bed. Paul arched his back as he drew his legs up to lull open. Not bothering to move around to lay his head on the pillow, content where he was as Daryl stepped between his thighs.  

Daryl had to catch his breath as he looked over Paul. Thighs trembling slightly, cock swollen against his belly and already dripping but it wasn’t the part of him that needed the most attention. Daryl ran his hand down Paul’s aching belly, feeling it twitch from his touch.  

Paul gasping as his fingertips grazed over his dick down his balls, slick already starting to drip down his ass onto the bed as Daryl finally reached his hole. Paul’s back bowed up even further, heading thrown back as he nearly screamed from the touch, it was so good but not enough.  

“So wet already, need me that bad, darlin’?” Daryl leaned over him, rest with his hand next to Paul’s head as he kissed over his sweaty temple. Paul could barely nod before Daryl’s finger slipped inside him.

Paul’s hands grabbed Daryl’s shoulders, thighs falling even wider around Dary as he panted, “More, need you, Daryl. Please, hurry.”  

Daryl kissed his quivering lips; his eyes having gone glassy with both pleasure and pain. Paul whining as he sucked Daryl’s tongue into his mouth, Daryl easing a second finger in. Paul was so wet, slick thick and body so relaxed under him Daryl knew he could possibly thrust right in. It would hurt though, just a little from the first stretch and Daryl didn’t like to do that.  

When Daryl added a third finger Paul groaned but it was more in frustration as he sat up and nearly knocked Daryl off him. He gripped the back of Daryl’s head as his other hand slapped around the bed side table. When he leaned back Daryl almost moaned at the way Paul glared at him.

“Stop teasing and fuck me,” Paul held up a condom between them, gripping the corner with his teeth and ripping it open, “Before I flip us over and take matters into my own hands.”

Daryl almost liked that idea but he stared at the condom, they hadn’t used them in so long now. Daryl raised his brow at it, hoping Paul couldn’t see what was going on in his head. He didn’t know if he could handle the thought that Paul had changed his mind about wanting to have a child with him.  

Paul, of course, did see that, even with his mind in a haze of heat he could read Daryl like a book. Paul kissed his cheek, reaching down to stroke Daryl’s aching dick and slipping the condom on. He nuzzled his beard against Daryl’s jaw as he husked, “When I get pregnant, I don’t want it to happen here, babe. I want you to breed me, when we get home. Not here.”  

Daryl actually sighed as he nodded, kissing Paul deep before shoving him back on the bed. Paul falling back with a smile as Daryl ran the tip of his cock over his drenched hole. Paul reached up, gripping the sheets above his head as Daryl pushed inside.

Paul moaned, so loud in the small room but Daryl wanted him to do it more. He watched Paul’s face as he eased inside. Saw how his mouth fell open with each breath, it was like he was in pain but the way his cocked dripped over his stomach proved it was pleasure.  

Paul felt so full when Daryl was fulling inside him, not just the stretch of his hole but the hollow ache in his gut eased just a bit. He knew it would fade once he had Daryl’s knot, for a little bit at least and more than enough time to get the hell away from the Sanctuary.  

Daryl leaned down, nipping at Paul’s throat that he bared on instinct. His hips taking up a hard, deep pace, one that always got both of them off in no time. It hit Paul’s prostate perfectly, making him go so deliciously tight around Daryl.  

“Oh, god, Daryl, that’s so good,” Paul whined as he arched into Daryl’s thrusts, thighs gripping him tight and one hand coming up to hold into the back of his neck, “You’re so good, babe.”  

Daryl moaned at the praise as he slammed into Paul, leaving dark marks on his throat. Daryl leaned back, shaking his sweaty bangs out of his eyes, “Yer so gorgeous, so damn perfect, Paul.”  

Paul whimpered making Daryl move even harder. Paul could feel his orgasm bubbling just under the surface, like it was waiting, waiting for that last little push. Paul almost sobbed when Daryl’s hand ran over his stomach, pressing down where the ache to be filled was the worst. Paul’s own hand slapped down over his as he cried out, “Please, please, please knot me.”  

It was like on Paul’s command that Daryl felt the first jolt, almost like pain but it was so good as his knot grew. Just another few thrusts before Daryl couldn’t pull out, his knot keeping him inside as his orgasm hit him like a punch.  

Paul’s mouth opening in a silent scream as he came between them. The stretch not hurting but the aching emptiness inside fading for now as Daryl filled the condom. Paul’s come splattering up over their hands, that stayed just a moment more now rubbing at Paul’s belly.  

Daryl collapsed, his orgasm still running through him and Paul wrapped his arms around him tightly. Daryl’s bulk not too much for him to take as he kissed his cheek and jaw. Daryl nuzzled at Paul’s throat, just catching his breath, “Can’t wait to get ya home and come in ya fer real.”

Paul hummed at the words, “I think I want that a lot more than you do, you have no idea.”  

Daryl managed to get his elbows under him, his knot would still take a bit more time to deflate but they were happy to stay like this. He brushed Paul’s hair off his face, rubbing his thumb over his bearded cheek, “Do ya know how bad I want ya pregnant?”  

Paul’s face had cooled some as his heat settled back for the time being but his cheek bones colored just a bit pink. Sex always made Daryl’s tongue loosen up, made it easier for him to be open and honest, “How bad, babe?”  

Daryl’s thumb kept up its soothing motion as he rest his forehead on Paul’s, “So fucking bad. Want to see ya all big and round, yer going to be so beautiful but it’s more than that.”  

Paul’s hands buried in Daryl’s hair so he wouldn’t move, his eyes clear of the haze of heat but desperation still in them, “Tell me. Don’t stop, keep talking.”  

Daryl’s face was flushed but he was smiling, “Want a baby with yer eyes and all that hair. Gonna be a lil badass just like its daddy. Can’t wait to see it.”

Paul kissed Daryl gently, nuzzling his nose as he whispered, “It needs your smile and sweet personality, then it will be perfect, just like its papa.”  

Daryl could feel that his knot was gone but he stayed inside just a moment more as he breathed the same air as Paul, “Love ya, Paul.”

“I love you,” Paul kissed up his jaw, “Now take me home and let’s make this baby.”  

Daryl nodded before carefully pulling out and dragging them both off the bed. Paul grimacing as Daryl removed the condom and dropped it on the floor. He didn’t bother to pick it up, though he would apologize to Frankie for that and the wreck they left her bed next time he saw her outside of his heat.  

They haphazardly pulled their clothes back on, the room still stinking with sex and heat as they left. Rosita had been in the hall, face impassive for the noises she had to have heard. She just gave them a salute as they hurried down the hall and out of the building. They didn’t have long before the next wave of Paul’s heat would hit.

Daryl saw Frankie by his bike, giving her a nod of thanks as Paul waved sheepishly as her as they climbed on. She just smiled at them as Daryl started his bike and tore out of the gate. Leaving the Sanctuary behind him where it belonged and speeding to Hilltop, where they belonged.

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Paul couldn’t believe he was doing this. It was stupid as his foot bounced on the linoleum floor as he sat on the edge of the tub.  

Daryl hadn’t noticed that Paul’s heat was late, not that two days was that late. Paul wasn’t always perfectly regular, but when Daryl hadn’t started to show signed of rut the week before Paul had noticed. Daryl still wasn’t showing any signs and Paul’s heat would have usually started by now.  

Paul jumped as the small, chicken shaped kitchen timer in his hand went off. Paul sighed as it twisted it to stop the ringing. He steeled his nerves, he was a grown man and stood up. He picked up the plastic stick off the sink counter and looked at it.

Paul felt his fingers trembled as he pressed them to his mouth. A huge ever crooked smile behind it as he stared at two clear pink lines, “Holy shit.”  

[mlpdestinyverse]

“Fractured. Shattered.”

Upon his disownment, Skychaser discovers something so much more painful.

Feat. Skychaser,  Summer Rush

Story and Description Under The Cut

‘Haha...it hurts…Celestia, it fucking hurts…’ Skychaser pulled himself to the top of his home’s staircase, catching his breath through gritted teeth. As he limped forward he let out a soft hiss and was forced to stop in the middle of the dark hallway. His hoof grabbed onto what he was now sure had to be a dislocated arm. If not that, then his father had a crushing grip beyond his imagination. ‘As if it was my fault...as if I wanted this to happen…’ It was vivid in his mind; the mortified looks on his parent’s faces, as he was delivered to their doorstep by the local PD. He remembered how he had stupidly let his guard down as he turned to anxiously watch the officers leave, only for his oh-so-short-sighted weight-lifter of a father to furiously lunge for his foreleg and wrench him inside at full force. Not that it helped Skychaser that panic took over and he instinctively tried to jerk himself away, only for Dumbbell’s grip to tighten. And then came the unforgiving hostility. He knew his parents would have shouted at him if it hadn’t been so late at night. And it was all because he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and had been caught with the wrong ponies against his own will. But it clearly didn’t matter what his side of the story was. After all, their humiliation was all it took for Sky to no longer have a place in their home. “Wasting space”, his mother had said. It was strange. Skychaser didn’t even know how he was supposed to react. The initial shock had left him. When he had stared into the icy fury that had been his mother’s eyes, it was like everything had been building up to that very moment. He wondered if she had been waiting for an excuse all along just to get rid of him for good. He almost wanted to laugh. He couldn’t believe that she honestly wasn’t above doing that. ‘I have until morning to get out, huh...how generous of them to give me that much time.’ he bitterly joked within his mind. And yet, he was going to be free. He would never have to face the daily torment his own mother put him through, and would never have to sneak out, or argue, or tire himself out day after day with adults who simply saw him as a burden. But he had nowhere to go. And he would have nowhere to return to. And that thought, one that he had been suppressing until he was alone, terrified him. Feeling his shoulders shake, Skychaser held his injured arm closer. ‘That...and…’ Skychaser heard the creak of a door behind him and nearly leapt, whipping his head towards the source. And there, standing at her doorway, was his second reason to be afraid. “Sky…?” It only took a split second for him to watch Summer’s expression morph from confusion to concern. And another second later, panic exploded within his mind and Sky was scrambling towards his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Skychaser breathed heavily, hearing his pulse beat in his ears. ’Why? Why does she have to be awake?!’ Despite his sister’s frantic knocks, and her gentle voice calling his name, Sky pressed his back against the door. His mind raced. He was supposed to quietly leave without goodbyes. He had planned to make this easier, on both of them. What was he supposed to do now? He pulled his legs closer to himself. He could feel the weaker part of him, the part of him that was choking from his fear and wanted to reach out to the one source of comfort that he once knew. His mind became a jumble of the things he so desperately wanted to explain to her, to relieve himself of this sickening dread. ’Stop. Stop you selfish idiot, stop trying to get her involved.’ What was he trying to gain from her this time? Her sympathy? Or did he expect her to march up to their parents and beg them not to kick him out? Selfish. Selfish. ‘She won’t believe me anyway. She thinks I’m some ‘misfit’. Mom’s drilled it into her head by now, I know it. She’ll just hate me too. Why do I keep doing this, why do I keep trying to involve her, why can’t I fucking decide for myself- W H Y?' His breathing quickened into shallow breaths, and he roughly slid a trembling hoof through his hair. Why were his walls breaking now? '...I want to see her.' Of course he knew why. ‘I want to talk to her.' He knew what he feared the most. ‘I don’t want to leave her.' And the more she desperately tried to reach out to him, the more he could feel himself cracking. “….I just want to know you’re okay..." 'Stop.' “...just let me help you." 'I’m beyond help, Summer. Just stop.' “I can do more than just Summer magic this time-" 'PLEASE!' He gripped his head, shutting his eyes tightly. His memories flowed through his mind, taunting him with the simpler days, full of music and teasing and warm naps in the early afternoons. Days that have escaped him, and would forever be out of his reach.

"Whatever I did to make you shut me out, I’m sorry. But I care about you. I’m sorry if I don’t make that clear enough…”

'Why do you still care?!' he wanted to scream, but the words were caught in his throat. Even now she wasted her time worrying about him. HE was making her worry about him. She was too kind. She would do so much better without someone as messed up as he was dragging her down. ….. ‘No. No more. She can’t know. It’s better if I’m gone before she finds out.' ...but he had to make sure of one thing. Because if there was anything he needed to know, anything that’d even bring him a fragment of peace, it was knowing he hadn’t left her alone all this time for nothing; and that he wouldn’t be abandoning her just to suffer like he did. “Are you happy?” …… “Are you happy here?” It was like the air hung heavy with his question, anticipation making him near sick to his stomach. For a moment his sister was silent. His muscles began to ache from the tension. And then… “...I am.” …… Her words were supposed to bring him peace. So why did it feel like his very chest was clenching from anguish? ‘I wanted her to say no...? Was I hoping she’d give me a reason to tell her the truth? Haha...I really am the worst.' Sky swallowed thickly, shakily gripping onto his injured arm for support. If everything he had ever endured with his parents had been mental torture, then knowing what he had to do now was torture of a different kind. He had to hurt her. It was the only way somepony like her would give up and walk away.

Forcing his gritted teeth to part, Skychaser took in a deep breath. And finally, he painfully croaked out his response, his words quivering with raw emotion as he forced them out. ”Then Leave. Me. Alone.” He braced himself. He trembled. And after a few agonizing heartbeats, a single word met his ears. It was soft, and broken, and it alone felt like a small knife to his chest. ”...fine.” Sky listened to her hoofsteps as she dragged herself away to her room. ’I had to do this,’ he insisted within his mind, fighting away the unrelenting guilt. He focused on how she would be better off without him. She’d never have to walk in on her family arguing, or see the parents she loved stressing out over him. Without the stress he brought, Summer would hopefully grow up with one less burden to fret over. She’d grow up without him, into an amazing and talented mare. She’d never have to see him again… ….. ‘I’m never going to see her again.’ Sky took in the deafening silence, and the emptiness of his moonlit room as dust flitted through the cold light. It was then that it truly set in how painfully alone he was. And he finally broke. “I’m sorry…” he whispered, a sob ripping from his throat. He struggled with shuddery breaths as he leaned his head back, tears blurring his vision. 'Forget about me... Please just forget about me.'

“And I’ve lost who I am And I can’t understand Why my heart is so broken Rejecting your…”

“Shattered” by Trading Yesterday.

When you’re treated like a burden, you can start to really believe you are one. Mental and emotional abuse completely rewires how you view yourself and the world around you.

"Shattered" is the companion piece to the previous part, "Fractured". Here we see Sky’s POV of the day he was kicked out, and we begin to see the effects of Lightning’s manipulation and verbal abuse on his mental state. “Selfish”. After constant exposure to the word, it’s one he came to associate himself with. Upon taking to the streets, Sky coped by fully closing off his heart from anyone and everything. Indifference and a cold, aggressive demeanor meant keeping himself safe, physically and emotionally. Luckily, after a few months of living on the streets, Skychaser was welcomed in by a special facility called the Cutie Mark Sanctuary. The highly-successful facility was founded by the Cutie Mark Crusaders and is a haven where children can learn, express themselves, or find a temporary home in case of homelessness. It was  certain orange pegasus of the Crusaders who found him and invited him to the sanctuary. In the end, Sky decided to go in for the latter-most reason, but originally had no intention of opening up or forming friendly relations or participating in any of the “silly” activities and classes the Sanctuary offered. Good thing that changed, and not only did he come to find his true calling, but he also found a loving family and a forever-home. 

PS: What happened with Sky that led to him being found by officers here was purposefully left vague. It’s a concept that still hasn’t solidified in my mind, so for now just assume he had an accidental run-in with some streetgoers that turned sour.

[tkpro-scenarios]

Hi!! I love your blog a lot!! Can I request for Sora, Issei and Koki when they are in a relationship and the s.o is being threatened by the fans secretly to break up with them or there will be consequences faced ( like hurting them etc.) Thanks!!

Just to be on the safe side. TRIGGER WARNING: While it doesn’t go into too much detail, the following fics do have mentions of bullying.

- Mod nana

Ohara Sora

The cheerful redhead hummed a tune as he strolled down thestreet, the gears in his mind turning. Classes were over and even work finishedearly so he could finally spend some time with you after what felt likeforever! He grinned to himself, thinking of the best way to surprise you oncehe dropped by your house when he heard a splash.

Blinking out of his daydream, brown eyes looked down thestreet where a group of people stood, a girl holding a bucket and an all toofamiliar figure completely drenched.

“Serves you right!” the girl scoffed, her group of friendsgiggling and laughing behind her. She narrowed her eyes at your silence, herexpression growing darker as she yanked you closer by the collar of your shirt.

“What’s with that look? You really think you belong with Sora-ku—”

“What do you guys think you’re doing?!”

“Sora.” [E/c] hues blinked at the approaching youth, thegroup gasping and whispering among themselves while the girl clicked hertongue. Giving you a hard shove, she glared threateningly at you one last time beforeleaving the scene.

“Hey! Get back here!!” Sora exclaimed, about to chase afterthem when you gripped his sleeve. He opened his mouth to argue when you shookyour head, the red-haired composer silent for a few moments before conceding ashe took you by the hand.

—

“Aaand yoouuu’re…done!” Sora replied, snorting at thegravity-defying mess your hair became after he finished drying it with a towel.

“Thanks.” You gave a small smile, patting your [h/c] locksdown while he sat on your bed.

“What happened back there?” the young guitarist asked,patting the empty spot beside him.

You stayed silent, making him frown by opting to sit on yourdesk chair instead. “It’s no—”

“[Name], don’t you dare try to tell me it’s nothing!”

You flinched at his voice, looking up to see all his usualenergetic vigor replaced with an austere glare as he gripped the bed sheet. “Nomatter how you look at it, that was harassment. It was bullying! Why are they doing that?!” Sora inquired.

“…Because they want us to break up.” You replied, hidingyour face.

“They what…?” he gasped, brown hues widening at your nod.“W-Why?!”

You shook your head with a shrug. The room fell silent, Sorastaring at the floor while his fingers dug deeper into the fabric. To think hewould have to face bullying again…

“Sora, I—”

“It’ll be fine!”

“Huh?” you blinked, stopping yourself once Sora finallylooked back up at you—eyes burning with resolution.

“It wasn’t on a physical level like you, [Name]…but I do know what you’re going through. Beingthreatened to stop doing something… That’s why…” he took a breath, standing upto walk over to you. He took your hands, nodding confidently at you. “That’swhy, it’ll be alright! I’ll be right there with you, [Name]. I won’t leave youto handle this alone!”

He held your hands tighter, looking to the side. “Maybe Ican’t do much by myself but Mori and Sou…or Shiki-san and Shu-san, even theother seniors at the agency, I’m sure they’ll know what to do! One way oranother, I’ll do something about this so don’t worry!” he offered his usualsmile, nodding once more.

“Sora…” you stared at the youth, vision turning blurry asyou leaped into his arms. He let out a sound of surprise, arms flailing as hisface grew red. Chocolate hues blinked at your sobbing figure as you buried yourface deeper into his chest while you cried. He released a breath through hisnose, a gentle smile on his features as he hugged you back, holding you tightto whisper.

“I won’t let you deal with this alone—I’ll be your strength.I promise.”

Kuga Issei

Sapphire orbs stared at the screen, finally closing with asilent sigh.

“Issei.” He lifted his head at the sound of his name being called,glancing to the kitchen counter to find Ichiru staring worriedly at him.

“Is something wrong?” his little brother asked, making his wayto the couch.

The raven-haired youth shook his head. “No, it’s nothing.It’s just…[Name] hasn’t gotten in touch with me lately.” His fingers curledaround the frame of his phone. “She’s not picking up or replying to my texts soI’m a little worried.”

Ichiru crossed his arms, humming in thought. “Are you sureshe’s not just busy with exams or something?” he began when Issei suddenly stoodup.

“I think I’ll drop by her house.”

“Eh?! Wai—now?!” Ichiru exclaimed to which his older brothernodded.

“I’m worried. It’s not like her to suddenly stop talking tome…I think something’s wrong.”

Ichiru looked down in thought, scratching his head.

“Hnggg��Ifind it fishy too but I’m not letting you go by yourself! If something reallyis up then there’s no way I’m gonna let you get caught up in it!” Ichirudeclared.

—

The two made their way down the street when blue eyesnoticed a pair of students crowding near your house, whispering and gigglingamong themselves. Following his gaze, Issei’s eyes widened in recognition.

“That uniform…”

“I thought so. It’s the same as [Name]’s right?” Ichiruasked, walking towards the group.

“Hey you guys!” he called, effectivelystartling the group. “Do you know [Na—” Ichiru began when they suddenly scattered,running away from the twins.

“What was that all about?” he quirked an eyebrow, lookingback at his brother who merely shrugged, worry piling even higher inside Issei’sheart.

“Well, we’ll find out soon enough.” Ichiru mused, ringingyour doorbell. “Oi, [Name]~! You home?”

“Wh-Who is it?!”

He flinched at your panickedtone. “I-Ichiru, who else would it be?”he replied,  placing his hands on his hips. “Issei’s with me too, so mind opening up?”

“[Name], is everything alright?” Issei questioned, knockingon the door.

The two waited in silence for quite some time until youfinally opened the door, but just a crack as you peeked around the surroundingsbefore letting the boys inside.

—

“Uwaahh…what is all this?!” Ichiru leaped over boxes oftakeout food, trying to find a place to sit among all the magazines and clothessplattered all over the floor. “It’s as bad as Nozomu’s room!”

“Where are your parents?” Issei asked, looking around thehouse.

“They’re away on a business trip…” His eyes narrowed at thelack of energy in your voice. “Wh-What brings you guys here?”

“Your phone.” The energetic idol explained plainly, pushingsome clothes off your bed to sit on the corner. “You haven’t been in touch withIssei for a while so he’s worried.”

“Did something happen?” Issei inquired, recalling your schoolmatesfrom before. “Those people from earlier…who were they?”

You looked from Issei to Ichiru, clearly written on theirfaces that they weren’t going to leave without an explanation. You finallyrelented, searching the trash heap that used to be your room for your phone.“It’s a long story…”

—

“Bullying?!”

You nodded, watching Issei scroll through your phone.

“All of these…” Sapphire orbs stared in disbelief at allthe missed calls left behind by anonymous numbers and the threats and insults floodingyour inbox.

“No wonder you holed up in your room.” Ichiru leaned back indisgust. “Even I’d wanna throw away my phone if this happened…”

You hugged your knees tighter, glancing at your toes.

“It’s all my fault…”

“No! You did nothing wrong, Issei!” Both you and Ichirushouted in unison.

“But you’re being threatened to break up with me…by peoplewho are supposed to be my fans.” He looked back down at your phone, hand trembling at the textstaring back at him.

“Those people are not your fans!” Ichiru countered, shaking hishead. “If they can’t deal with you liking someone, how can they say they’resupporting you? People that get jealous and bully someone just because they’redating you are not people who are wishing for your happiness.”

“Ichiru…” you began, when his eyes lit up.

“I know! Let’s talk to Shu or Eichi about this. They’lldefinitely know what to do!” The young idol suggested, lookingfrom you to his older brother.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Issei shook hishead. “These people know where [Name] lives and they started this whole thing precisely after your parents left on their trip. They clearly planned this and timed it accordingly. They also go to your school, aplace none of us can enter freely. I’m scared of what they might do if we makea big fuss…”

Ichiru blinked, shrinking back with a sigh as he went backto the drawing board.

“I hate this…”

You stared at the quiet youth, his fingers curlinginto a fist atop his lap.

“I knew being an idol would be tough, but for someone I care aboutto be getting hurt because of me…[Name], I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” You took his hand, looking into hissapphire eyes as you offered a smile. “I also knew what I was signing up forwhen I decided to date an idol. I’ll think of something so please don’t worry,okay?”

“[Name]…” Issei blinked at you then at your hand. “Sorry. Icame here to make you feel better but it ended up being the other way around…”

You giggled when he gave your hand a light squeeze.

“But don’t try to deal with this all by yourself. I want tobe your strength too, [Name].” Crystal blue eyes looked up at you with a smallsmile.

“Yeah! Don’t forget we’re here for you too!” Ichiru chimedin with an eager nod.

[E/c] hues looked from Ichiru to Issei, nodding with asmile.

“Thank you.”

Eto Koki

It started around a week ago.

He began noticing you actingstrangely, more paranoid and hesitant—like something or someone was watchingyou. You had started avoiding most forms of intimacy with him, even when he wasthe one to offer it. And even if you did indulge, hugs and kisses lasted muchshorter than they used to and you always hid your face from him.

At first the blond worried that it might have been somethingthat he’d done but he soon learned that it was something else entirely.

Whenever the doorbell rang or your phone went off, you actedlike the mere sound was an omen of disaster. Your mailbox was getting more andmore cluttered every time he came to visit but you just laughed it off as youbeing forgetful, yet you never bothered to clear it up—especially while he wasaround.

And again today, you suddenly grew silent after getting atext message.

“[Name]?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin at his voice, slowlyturning your head to find the young idol wearing a look of concern.

“Is everything alright? You’ve been looking really palelately…” Koki cautiously made his way to you, placing a hand on your tremblingshoulder. “I hate seeing you like this. If I did or said something, I’llapologize for it. If there’s something I can do, please let me know! I want tohelp you.” He pleaded, blue eyes desperately searching your face for an answerbut you looked away.

“[Name]…” Koki dejectedly looked to the ground at your lack ofcooperation, finding a curious piece of paper. “What’s this?”

You finally looked back at him when you saw him kneel downto pick it up. “Kou, wait—” You began, reaching out to stop him when you saw hisfingers tremble as they crumpled the paper.

“What…what is this?” the blond stared at the paper, letters cut andpasted from numerous newspapers telling you to die. He searched through theother papers scattered across your room to find similar messages when blue eyesfinally looking back at you, horrified. “[Name], what is all this…?”

You closed your eyes with a sigh, reluctantly handing him your phone.

He took it into his hands, gasping once he saw the text youjust received. His thumb swiped the screen, scrolling through the numerousmessages calling you nasty names, threatening you and demanding you cut your ties with the GrowthLeader ‘or face the consequences’.

“Who sent these?!”

You shook your head, looking to the side. “People claimingto be your fans. They’re all private numbers so I can’t trace it.”

He looked from the phone to the paper in his hands. “Thenthe reason your mailbox is cluttered is…”

You nodded, lowering your head to hide your face. “I getthese notes every day now… Yesterday’s even came with some bugs…” you saidquietly.

“Why…?” He slowly made his way towards you, shaking you bythe shoulders. “How long has this been happening?Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“Because it’s not a big deal.” You pulled his hand off you,giving a strained smile. “If I tough it out long enough, they’ll get tired ofit eventually. So, Kou, you don’t need to worry about—”

“What are you saying?!” Koki exclaimed, looking at you asthough you had lost your mind. “I’ll let the agency know what’s going on. Theymight be able to help, give you some sort of protection until we find out who’sbehind all this.” He suggested, handing your phone back to pull out his own.

“Don’t!” you exclaimed, seizing his hand before he couldcall anyone. Shaking your head, you looked up at the blond. “Like I said, if Itough it out they’ll get bored and leave us alone! There’s no need to make abig deal out of this!”

“[Name] this is abig deal!” Koki argued, visibly losing his patience. “Why are you being sostubborn?”

“Because these people are your fans!”

“Fans—?! These people are threatening and harassing you!”

“Even so they’re your fans, Koki!” you countered, shakingyour head. “I don’t want you to lose them or have people spreading bad rumorsabout you over something like this. The last thing I want is for you or Growthto go down because of me…not after how hard you guys worked to stand up onstage again.” You fingers curled tighter around his wrist, shoulders shaking.“I’ll deal with this myself so please don’t do anything unnecessary!”

“[Name]...”

“Like I said…I’ll befine.” You tried to smile, falling quiet once you saw he was having none of it.

A heavy silence hung in the air, the faint noise of carsgoing by in the distance when Koki finally spoke.

“Between letting this go on and the risk of what these people might do if I let the agency know…there’s only one way out, isn’tthere?”“Kou?” you scrunched your brows, not liking where this was going.

“[Name], let’s break up.” The blond declared, a determined look in his crystalblue eyes.

“What…?”

“Think about it, [Name].” The young idol began. “Even ifyou do manage to ‘tough it out’, or even if I let the agency know…there’s achance these ‘fans’ might take more extreme measures.” His fingers balled intoa fist at his side, shoulders shaking as he lowered his head. “What if they get morecarried away and something irreversible happens?”

He looked back at you, a pained expression muddling his handsomefeatures. “What if…what if I’m away and something terrible happens to you?” heasked, voice just above a whisper as he gingerly placed a hand around your cheek

“That’s why...” He took a moment to compose himself. “[Name], let’sbreak up.”

“Kou, what are you saying?! If we do that, then they win—”

“It’s not about winning and losing.” Koki shook his head,looking straight at you. “[Name], if breaking up means you won’t be threatened… Ifit means that you’ll live a safer, happier life, let’s do it.”

You shook your head, taking a step back.

“So this is the world of an idol…huh?” Cerulean orbs looked to the floor with a forlornexpression. “It’s a world I decided toenter of my own choice. so I’ll be the one to set things right. You shouldn’t have to bepunished for something I decided to become. If you stayed with me, even afterall this, and anything were to ever happen to you, I—”

The golden-haired singer stopped with a short gasp once hesaw the tears spilling from your eyes as you furiously shook your head.

“Koki, please don’t do this.” You whimpered, placing yourhands over your breaking heart.

“Haha, this isn’t good…” he chuckled, offeringa heartbreaking smile with a silentsniffle. “Ryo’s going to scold me later.”

He shook his head to offer anothersmile, only to have it waver—his own vision turning blurry with tears.

“Yousee, Ryo…he made it very clear that I should…never make my loved ones cry but…” he hiccuped, pulling you to his chest and holding you tight.

“[Name], please don’t cry. I told you, right? I hate seeingyou like this.” Koki whispered, voice much too gentle while you broke downcrying in his arms.

“And if it means that you’ll find happiness, then even if it’snot with me…that’s alright. As long as you’re safe and happy, nothing elsematters to me.” He pressed his lips against your hair while you shook your head again.

“This is the right choice to make.” He declared, though itsounded more like he was trying to convince himself. “That’s why…”

Koki squeezed his eyes shut, tears spilling from them as heheld you tight, taking in your warmth for one last time.

“…this is good bye, [Name]. I love you.”

[thechocobros]

“SEE LUNA SAFE TO ALTISSIA” - Chapter 12 PREVIEW

Pair: Luna/Nyx

Rating: T/M

Prompt: Whispers in the dark

Summary: After a lot of lies and plot twists, Nyx and Luna finally are ready to speak out loud their feelings.

@ffxvrarepairsweek​ Since I came to day 8 a bit unprepared, I decided to publish a little preview  of my fic. This extract fits the prompt of the day ;) if you want the previous chapters, just message me. And stay tuned for the whole chapter! Enjoy! thanks to @loveiscosmicsin​

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“Is it that wrong not wanting to give you up to nothing in the world, not even to gods?” That sentence broke Lunafreya, because there was bitterness and sadness in it.

“Nyx…” Her head was half-turned around, her eyelids closed.

“Maybe it is then. But even so, you must know by now I would follow you anywhere.”

Nyx courageously stepped ahead on the prestigious marble of the terrace and delicately caressed her arm, from the elbow to the wrist, the lightest feather touch, sending shivers down her spine. Luna craved for his touch since they parted before but now gasped, somehow taken by surprise. She turned around, founding him closer than she thought. His eyes immediately clutched hers, his arms slipped around her waist, closing thedistance between them. “You knew that, didn’t you?” He asked, letting the fingers of his free hand rest on her chin, promptly lifting it up when she tried to escape to that moment of truth. “Just… Look at me.”

Luna did and she understood why she didn’t want to. His eyes had the strangest effect on her, they pore deep into her soul with a single glance. They were small, witty, passionate, beautiful, so beautiful. Once she was ensnared, she just wasn’t able to take her own eyes off him anymore. “Tell me, is it the same for you?”

They stared for a long minute, holding each other like it was their last moment but she couldn’t answer. She pressed her finger in his biceps though, getting up on her toes, not caring if the weight of her body was entirely on him. She wanted to be kissed so badly she felt that desire like a basic instinct need. She leaned in for it. But suddenly, Nyx snorted and back up.

“You’re still not ready.” He said, turning his back to her and heading himself towards the sofa.He left her there, mouth open, flushed and starry-eyed.

“W-what?”

“I understand that you spent all your life being manipulated for one reason or another and you learned how to deal with them in your own way.You’re smart, avoiding to answer if it wasn’t convenient to you, you let them think what they wanted to. But I am not asking you to be honest only for me, Your Highness. You could start being more honest with yourself.” He sat on the sofa, palms up, resigned expression on her face. “If you really need me or at least want me, you need to say it out loud. It’ll give you some peace of mind. And yeah, I need it, too. I need to know if you really care, because I am perfectly aware that I’m a simple immigrant with no title and no right to be around you, but I killed a goddess for you and I would do it again to save you. This is only a hint of how far my stupid devotion can come to, Princess. You can take advantage of me again, if you want to. But please, please…” His voice cracked and he had to close his eyes, joining fists in front of his nose. “Please, just be honest about it and tell me. Are you really using me for your own pleasure or there is something else?”

Luna’s eyes colored of the shades of pain seeing him struggling in finding the right words to let her understand how hard all this was for him. The Glaive has always been sincere with her but she rarely was with him. Yet, he always supported her anyway. Even when he found out he was deceived. Even if he didn’t agree with anything she was doing. She sprinted ahead, stopping by the sofa, sitting next to him in her usual shy position. The way she entwined her fingers made her look like she was praying again:

“Nyx, I am so sorry for…” She didn’t know where to start, there were so many things she wanted to apologize for. “For what I put you through.” Then she stopped a long minute, thinking about how to go on.

Nyx craved for her continuation and wasn’t bothered by the waiting. He used that time to contemplate how beautiful she was in the light of the candles and to enjoy the painful spell she cast on his heart, which made him loving her so much.

“And thank you. Because of you, I started to understand how I had lived my life. I cannot conceal my feelings about you… And I do not want to dismiss what we have.” She lifted her eyes, watching his face being surprised by those words. “I still have to figure out my future, Nyx, and I know that my choices will influence the state of our world. How I live my life from now on may not be to your liking, but it will be of my choice. Even so, I wish… This may be egoistic and foolish but I personally wish for you to stay with me, until the end, wherever the end is.” The first strands of pain started to leave Nyx’s heart, but still it wasn’t enough. Luna took a deep breath before talking again and when she did her words came out broken by the big tears wetting her eyes, tears she didn’t even notice until they rolled down her cheeks. “Not because intimacy is a convenient desire, it’s because I care. I stupidly, utterly, madly care for you. When you told me you’d leave me, I fell apart like a broken glass and when you came back…”

Nyx grabbed her cheeks with both hands and kissed her lips to silence her, he heard exactly all he wanted to hear. There was no need to color it up with more sentences, the basic gist of emotions were enough and understandable.

He didn’t kiss her like he already did twice, being simply loving and warm. He was thirsty this time, slowly burned by the last days of devastating and chaotic twists and he needed to feel her on his own body, every fiber touching him. He was the one looking for a long yearned intimacy, his cells in a mutiny against his brain and logic. He handled this like the growing up man he was, forgetting for a second that she still was untouched and his mature kisses we’re something she couldn’t be prepared for. Even so, Luna trusted him. She stood like paralyzed, hands on his forearms, lips parted by his tongue, ready to accept whatever he would do to her, because she clearly lost control of herself everytime they touched. He opened his mouth and licked her lips, bit them, savoring the flavor of her tears, which even if they were salty, tasted sweet.That moved a knot in his stomach and he took a breath, choosing the sweetest moment to wipe away her tears with his beard. A new emotion replaced the pain in both of their hearts. Finally they were physically and emotionally touching each other like they both craved for and this calmed their ached spirits, sore by all the hidden truths and wrong words.

Cheek to cheek, they pulled closer, Nyx grabbing her knee around his waist, Luna passing her arms around his strong neck, sinking her face in his hair and braids. He smelled like the forest but was warm like the fire burning it and she wished never abandoning that safe shelter. She would have gladly spent the rest of her life in that position if she needed to, now more than ever.

“It’s fine. I’m your man until the end.” Nyx whispered in her ear, goosebumps appeared on her arms and neck. Luna rubbed her cheek on his shoulder, felt the muscles of his back stiffen under her touch and knew it was true: he belonged to her, like nobody ever did.

[zentheknightingale]

I got you anon! Just assume everything is the same, but without them kissing each other for even once during their routes. This will be including semi-AU scenarios, so I hope you don’t mind about it :) Its literally the longest I’ve ever written omg ~Admin Kei

Zen

-It was a few weeks after the official announcement of their relationship, when Zen and MC are watching a romantic movie in his house

-While they’re watching midway through the movie, the romantic scenes were getting cheesier, which somewhat left them in an awkward mood

- Being the sensitive type, he couldn’t help but stole a few glances towards his side. There she was, holding her cheeks on her palms, slightly blushing. It seems that she was really concentrated on the movie, since her soft gaze never left the television screen.

-A few minutes had passed and none of them dared to say a word. He was feeling even more conscious now, he thought, as he tried to find somewhere else to distract himself from the movie; he never thought that watching a movie that contains particular…kiss scenes with a female he confessed his love on could be such intense.

-“Get a grip, Zen. You know you’re better than this.” He mentally slapped his cheeks, putting his thoughts towards their recent relationship. They did occasionally share some physical intimacy, but it seems like its missing something…oh. His gaze landed back on the screen; the kiss is still ongoing.

-“I never even kissed MC…I’m so stupid.” Deciding that he should repay back her feelings on how she supported him throughout the time she’s joined RFA, he simply turned off the TV with the remote, which immediately gained back MC’s attention towards him.

-“W-What?” she blinked in confusion, as her thoughts soon returned to the atmosphere around the house. Before she could further ask what’s going on, he held onto her chin with his fingers, slowly pulling her towards him.

-The first kiss they shared on the lips was mild and sweet; her lips were pretty soft too, he thought. Although she knew that he did not dare to delve in further, she could still feel his hidden feelings that were waiting so desperately to be shown to her, and it was crazy. It truly shows how both of them love each other, considering time was not a factor at that moment.

Jumin:

-There’s still a few months left before their official wedding, when they arrived at a particular high-class restaurant for dinner.

-“I love the quiet atmosphere here, Jumin, thanks for inviting me.” She said, as he pulled the seat for her to sit in. “As long as its for you, I wouldn’t mind at all.” He he softly replied with a smile, as he eventually sat in front of her.

-After he ordered food from the menu, both of them began to share a conversation relating to the wedding and perhaps even their honeymoon in the future. Even when he’s a bit tired from all the working in his company, talking to his fiancée really restores his energy right away.

-“Sorry, I’ll be right back.” She stood up from the chair, slowly heading towards the bathroom. He did not reply, but instead kept his gaze on her back; the way her dress sways whenever she took a step, her hair bouncing up and down and the smile that seems to be lingering on the back of her head, all of them intrigues him. He just loves every part of her well-being, whether its her appearance or not.

-When he took a glance towards his surroundings, he realized that another couple was sitting at the farthest table, well…kissing. He did not particularly mind them showing affection in a public place, but it certainly reminded him that not even once did they ever kissed on the lips before, even after he proposed during the RFA party.

-After MC came back from the bathroom, they continued to eat while sharing a pleasant talk, as if nothing had happened before.

-Eventually, as they were sitting on his car with his driver on the front seat, he stares at her with a strange expression, leaving MC in a blank state. “Jumin?”

-He did not reply again, but instead placing his right hand on her cheek tenderly, initiating a kiss right before she could react from it. The kiss was somewhat rough, but she does not mind; not only she could feel the warmth crept up from his body, but also the long suppressed love he have been wanting to show her all this time. It was particularly enjoyable and memorable to both of them.

Yoosung

-It was another random day of them scrolling through the chatroom together in his home, when he came through a particular topic discussed by Zen and Seven.

Seven: I’ll give you a virtual kiss if you want some company Zen <3 <3

Seven: *inserts heart emoji here*

Zen: *inserts awkward emoji here*

Zen: I would rather get kissed by a fan than you Seven.

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-“Yoosung, what’s wrong?” Oops. He hasn’t even realized that he zoned out a bit, while looking at the screen in front of him. “U-Um, its fine, MC! Nothing’s wrong!” He waved his hand to reassure her.

-When he returned his gaze towards the conversation that both Seven and Zen shared, he realized that their relationship hasn’t even advanced further, ever since he confessed his love towards her. He appreciates how she stayed by his side even when he tried to compare her with Rika, which he knows he shouldn’t do that in the first place, but he really wished that he could know more about her in-depth.

-”Why did I even decide to scroll through the chatrooms anyway…” He sighed mentally, knowing that they haven’t shared a kiss, for even once. Maybe he could do something about it?

-Unfortunately, his self-consciousness told him that it’ll probably be too early to do so, so he wasted a few hours playing multiplayer games with her, talking, cooking, the usual routine.

-“Maybe I shouldn’t be too subtle about it and instead ask her directly? Yup, this is definitely the best idea, even though I didn’t have my first kiss yet! Go Yoosung!” He kept making pep talks to himself during the meantime and its almost driving him into a non-stop blushing madness; its still a surprise that she haven’t noticed this yet.

-As soon as its almost time for her to leave, he simply grabbed onto her wrists, implying her to stay for a bit longer. “C-Can I kiss you before you leave?”

-When he saw that she froze on the spot, he took the chance and grabbed onto her shoulders, giving her a simple kiss. He did not dare to move, but it feels kind of tingly and nice, he thought. He could even smell the faint scent from her minted lip balm, which reminds him to buy more of those when he got time.

Jaehee

-It was just like any normal day in the café, but with MC helping her with the washing instead.

-“I really appreciate your help, MC, but it’ll be very tiring if you stayed with me for the whole day.” She said, with sadness added in her tone. She wouldn’t want her to be stressed out with the large amount of work, considering how she truly understands the meaning of being stressed when she’s still Jumin’s assistant.

-“I’m totally fine, Jaehee! Looking at the customer’s smiles always give me a boost of energy, plus its not that I have a lot to do anyway.” MC replied joyfully, as she continues washing the plates piled onto the sink.

-“Wow, she’s just so innocent…but that’s what I like about MC though.” She thought with a slight smile, complimenting the RFA coordinator in her mind. Ever since MC joined the RFA and befriended her, her sole existence already gave her a lot of confidence on being direct towards her own feelings. If its not MC who joined the RFA by accident, she might’ve been stuck being Jumin’s assistant, or worse, going to the hospital frequently because of over-stressing herself and a lack of sleep for almost every weekday.

-Before her thoughts could drift along any further, all the lights in her café suddenly went into an outage; the sun already setting didn’t help much too. Several customers began opening the flashlight from their phones, but the café is still very much pitch black, considering how its not really crowded.

-Its even worse when there’s already inches of snow being piled up against the door. Yup you’ve guessed it; it happened during December.

-“Jaehee?” She turned her head towards the source of sound, “I-I’m quite scared of the dark.”

-As soon as she saw MC’s crouching figure, she immediately put her arms around her, stroking her back softly. When the lights seemed that it wouldn’t turn back on for a while, she knew the only way to give MC full comfort. It is not the best choice, but if its MC, she’s willing to do anything to keep her safe.

-As their lips were connected for a while, it successfully calmed down MC in a surprising state. It wasn’t really the first kiss they had imagined to be, but it was more of a reassuring kind instead. For both of them, its simply worth more than a thousand words.

Seven

-It was a quiet night in his apartment, when MC’s the only one falling asleep peacefully.

-“Why do I have to work overnight again…” He let out a soft sigh, showing his frustration on a certain someone. Getting tired from staring at the computer screen while drinking Dr. Pepper, he stretched himself to get more comfort from sitting on a computer chair.

-While he was busy with closing all the useless tabs, his gaze landed on a folder with MC’s name on it. He clicked on it out of curiosity and sure enough, its mostly about the background information he researched when she first joined RFA by accident.

-His thoughts simply drifted off the 11 days before the start of an unexpected RFA party; all these years having to act for an optimistic personality online, with MC  suddenly popping up and knowing how to respond most of his weird phrases, was clearly something that he did not expect at all.

-Not to mention meeting his twin brother in such an unfortunate incident, which led him into despair and for once, breaking out from the façade and showing his true, pessimistic personality. He always thought that he should repay the debt from treating her with coldness during the time he’s in Rika’s apartment, but he just doesn’t know how.

-He simply hates how he’s always so emotional during the night. As he landed his gaze on her sleeping figure, he felt a sense of calmness radiating from her. If she did not appear, all of these incidents wouldn’t even happen, especially being her boyfriend-

-“Wait…we’re in a relationship for almost a month and we still haven’t kissed? How?!” He continuously scratched his head in irritation, “Should I do that? Right now?”

-“But it might wake her up-“ “Alright, here goes.” He slowly tiptoed towards his bed, as he crouched down below her sleeping figure. Seeing MC’s beautiful face already made him into a blushing madness. He isn’t like this-

-He gently pulled her forward with his right hand, as he then tilted his head and gave her a sweet kiss. He tries to move forward, but he knows it’ll instantly wake her up. He lingered the kiss to further savor the moment, he realizes she sort of tastes like toothpaste and it was the best kiss he ever initiated.

[dommateolopez]

Morning After || Nick, Blaine, Mateo, 5.2

SUMMARY: Blaine comes over with breakfast the morning after presentations, and it’s a lot more awkward than any of them would have ever realized.

@submissivelynick @submissiveblaineanderson

Blaine: It had been a rough night, after he'd left Wyatt's. It wasn't the physical pain, really. That was nothing he hadn't agreed to take. But he felt a mounting distress at what Wyatt had done, and a fear of what Mateo would say, of how he would react. On top of that, he knew very well that since Nick wasn't back in the dorm room, there was only one place he could be. 'I don't know if I want to see you with someone else,' was what he hadn't quite been able to say to Mateo, even over text and with his inhibitions lowered. Yet the desperate drive to see him was stronger than his jealousy. As soon as it was light outside, Blaine was on Mateo's doorstep, unable to keep himself away any longer. He knocked softly, then took a step back. Biting his lip, he readjusted his grip on the parcels in his hands - coffee and breakfast, this time for three.

Mateo.: He hadn't quite thought this through when he told Blaine to come over the morning after the presentations. Nick was still there, both of them barely awake when he heard the knock. Mateo kissed Nick's hair, then moved to open the door. A wave of relief washed through him at the sight of the other sub. "Morning, cancionito," he murmured, reaching out to take one of the things from his hands, drawing him into a one armed hug. "Come in, we'll have breakfast on the couch, yeah?" he said, leading Blaine inside, his arm around his waist. "You hungry, lobito?"

Nick: Nick was feeling much better now that he'd had a good night's sleep wrapped up in Mateo's arms. His presentation the day before had taken more out of him than he'd thought it would, and he still wasn't fully certain why that was. Maybe it was the fact that he'd been on display for someone else? Or all of the stress leading up to it? He wasn't sure, but it didn't really matter. He was feeling better now, and he was grateful for all of Mateo's help. He padded out into the main room once he heard Mateo inviting someone in and--oh. Blaine was here. He patted down his bed head, not that Blaine hadn't seen it plenty of times before. "I am, Sir, yeah, but... maybe I should just go back and grab some cereal in the cafeteria? Leave you two be?"

Blaine: Seeing Mateo, and getting a bit of a hug from him at the door, eased some of the ache in Blaine's chest immediately, but it quickly returned as he shuffled into the main room. It was painful to witness his peaceful, well-rested, effortless manner, knowing that he had a nasty surprise for him. But there was a surprise for Blaine, too. There was Nick, walking into the room, and... oh. Apparently, Mateo had little nicknames for Nick, too. Deep down, Blaine realized right away that he should always have known that would be the case - he'd earned his own after meeting him just once - but he just hadn't thought it through that far, and it was a painful realization. "Um..." he said, tearfully, looking back and forth from one to the other, before deciding Nick was easier to focus on. "I brought some for you, Nick. It's okay." It was and it wasn't. He turned his focus to Mateo. "But I honestly don't know if I actually even want... um... sir?"

Mateo.: Well shit. He could do this. He could... definitely do this and not mess things up between him and the subs, or their friendship. "Both of you are being silly. Come on. Let's sit down, you both need to eat," he insisted gently, leading Blaine over to the couch and sitting him down, putting himself between Blaine and Nick. "Thank you for bringing breakfast for us, Blaine," he said after a moment, wishing this wasn't as awkward as it felt.

Nick: Nick's eyes kept going back and forth between Blaine and Mateo, trying to read their expressions and figure out what they were thinking. The look on Blaine's face actually pained him to see, and he was about to turn toward the door--he could walk across campus in his pajamas and just get his clothing another time--when Mateo told him to join them. "Yes, Sir," he said quietly, moving over to the couch and perching on the edge of it. "It was really nice of you to get food for me, too," he said, leaning around Mateo to look at his roommate. "Thank you."

Blaine: He didn't resist as Mateo gently urged him down onto the couch, but he turned his face away, grimaced, and sprang back up a few seconds later, moving away from them, facing away from them. "You're welcome," he said, miserably, in the general direction of Mateo's entertainment center. "I'm sorry, sir. Nick. But it's not - this - " Turning back, he gave a quick, awkward little gesture to the three of them. "Or at least, it's not just this. This is kinda weird, but..." How could he even broach the subject with Nick there? He ought to stop being selfish, let the both of them wake up a little. He turned away again, wringing his hands. "It's fine. Eat, maybe I'll have some in a second."

Mateo.: He rubbed a hand down Nick's back, a silent thank you for listening to the gentle order. But then he was frowning at Blaine, wondering why he wouldn't sit - surely Wyatt would have cared for the marks he knew were on his ass. He didn't dwell on that thought though, not liking how his temper bubbled in his belly. Looking between the two subs,Mateo couldn't ignore the obvious anxiety Blaine was going through right now. Something was wrong, more than just the awkwardness hanging in the air. "Nick, just... give us a second, okay? Eat up," he told Nick, running one hand over the sub's hair. Then he stood, taking Blaine's hand to lead him into the kitchen for a bit of privacy. "Blaine? Can you please tell me what's wrong?" he asked gently, cupping his cheek.

Nick: Nick felt sick seeing how uncomfortable Blaine was right now, and Mateo's reassuring touch just felt wrong when he knew that his friend was in much more need of it than he was. He worried his lip and watched Blaine curiously, and while he was grateful that Mateo was going to take care of him, he felt awkward being left there alone. He really should just leave the two of them alone, but his order had been to eat up and that's what he was going to do. He picked a little at the breakfast in front of him, though he didn't have the greatest appetite, and he did his best to tune out the muffled sound of voices from the next room over.

Blaine: Before he could protest, before he could agree to just eat something, kneeling on the carpet maybe, to keep things at some level of normalcy, he was being led into the kitchen. Mateo's hand, cradling his face so sweetly, broke a dam within him. "I'm so sorry," Blaine squeaked, his eyes flooding with tears. Because he couldn't help but feel that it was all his fault. "I was okay with the - the concept of the presentation. It was hard, but I wanted to be pushed hard. I was all right with getting marks that would last for a while - hurt for a couple of days or more." He was speaking a little too fast and a little too loud, his voice easily carrying through the rooms. "He cleared everything he did with me, and it was all okay... and I'd told him that I had someone. And he was supportive. So I thought everything would be okay." His head dropped forward; his shoulders were shaking. "But it's not."

Mateo.: His heart felt like it dropped into his stomach when Blaine started crying. A mixture of rage and worry swirled in his head. What on earth had Wyatt done to upset his boy so much? Both hands came up to rest on Blaine's shoulders, stroking slowly, eventually sliding up the sides of his neck to cup his chin, forcing his gaze up to meet his. "Tell me what's wrong, poquito," he urged again, feeling helpless and angry all at once and not sure what the hell to do about it.

Blaine: Pulling himself together a bit, just a bit, at Mateo's urging, Blaine took a step backward, lifting his chin out of his hands. "Please don't be too angry," he whispered, then turned around. He'd worn a baggy shirt and sweatpants, and carefully he hooked his thumbs under the waistband, lifting it well away from his skin before he lowered it. There was no broken skin, no real bruising, just eight angry red weals, evenly spaced over the thickest part of his ass. But criss-crossing over them, and looking as if they might be bruising a little, were four diagonal lines, forming a clear, sharp 'W.' "I didn't want him to do that," he explained, his voice trembling along with the rest of him, but he was quieter now, careful of Nick hearing. "I'm not his, I'm not, I'm yours..."

Mateo.: Well, now he was going to be even more angry. Not because of Blaine's pleading, but because Wyatt had clearly done something that scared Blaine. This was more than just simple impact play - Blaine was genuinely distressed, and Mateo could feel rage bubbling in his stomach. Dark eyes widened, and then narrowed when he saw just what was striped over Blaine's ass. Mateo sucked in a deep breath to try and keep himself under control, his hands clenching into fists briefly. Blaine needed him right now. Nick still did too, and unlike apparently reckless Dominants, they were his priority. He could berate Wyatt later for being an irresponsible asshole. "C'mere, baby. I know," he soothed, though the tension in his voice was obvious. Tugging Blaine's sweats back up, he folded the sub into a tight hug, pressing his face into his shoulder. "I know you are, poquito. You're my boy. I know you didn't want that," he whispered, kissing his hair gently. It was, oddly, less about the Dominant encroaching on his boy, and more about Wyatt doing something Blaine hadn't consented to. Any Dominant worth their salt would be pissed about that - right?

Blaine: Giving a little choked off sob, Blaine flung his arms around his neck and hugged back. For a moment he just sniffled into Mateo's shoulder, but then he forced himself to pull it together. They weren't alone. And there was one more important thing he needed to get out. "Listen," he said, forcing himself to take a deep breath. "You can't freak out on him, sir. He doesn't know who you are yet. Who my 'someone' is. And his mother's the headmistress. If you aren't careful..." The only thing that could make this worse, in Blaine's eyes, was if it led to Mateo getting himself in trouble, or being outed before he was ready. "Please be very careful, sir." He swallowed, hard. "I'm fine now, really, I'm fine. If you are, then I am. That was all I needed to hear. That was what I needed you to know." He squeezed Mateo tighter, not really wanting to let go yet, but knowing he needed to. "Let's go show Nick that I'm okay?"

Mateo.: He couldn't help the little growl that caught in his throat. "I'll be careful. He knows I like guys, I think. But he needs to know it wasn't okay to do something you hadn't agreed on. Especially during the added pressure of a presentation... no. I'll be respectful but I'm not letting him get away with this without someone telling him what he did was wrong." He pressed his nose to Blaine's hair, inhaling his scent, marginally calmer than a moment before. "Yeah. Okay." Right. Nick. He hadn't forgotten the other sub, just... lost focus for a moment. Mateo kissed Blaine's forehead, then steered him back into the main room, flashing a not-quite smile at Nick. "Sorry about that, lobito. Blaine, please try to eat something - you don't have to sit," he added before reclaiming his seat beside Nick, hoping he didn't seem as tense as he felt.

Nick: Sitting there in the living room and trying to get himself to eat a breakfast he didn't have the appetite for while Blaine and Mateo talked about something in the kitchen was probably one of the most awkward experiences of Nick's life. He had unfortunately been able to make out some of it, especially toward the beginning, and he knew more about Blaine's presentation with Wyatt than the other boy probably wanted him to know. He wasn't sure how to gracefully bow out the entire situation and was still trying to figure out the best way to go about it when the others rejoined him. He stiffened up as Mateo sat back down next to him and blushed when he heard that Blaine didn't have to, knowing why the allowance was made. "Is... everything okay, Sir?" he asked, turning his head toward the other sub. "Blaine?"

Blaine: A part of Blaine had wanted to argue that point, insist that he'd already let Wyatt know exactly how he felt. But once again, he'd been falling to pieces with shame and sadness, and Mateo had put him right back together. Blaine was too grateful not to let him have it his way. Instead of sitting, he knelt on the carpet on the other side of the coffee table, across from the two of them, taking deep, calming breaths. "I'm okay, Nick." Taking one of the spare napkins, he dried his eyes with it. "And I'm sorry." He felt Nick was owed some kind of explanation for his barging in here, breaking up their peaceful morning, but he wasn't even sure where to begin. "It's just..." He gave a sudden laugh, a bit hysterical. "Wyatt thinks he's Zorro, basically." He covered his face with one hand, his shoulders shaking with repressed laughter. "God. I'll explain better later."

Mateo.: The anger clouding his mind was doing odd things. He needed to calm down, and he couldn't do it in the way he wanted to - namely, beating the shit out of the punching bag in the gym, pretending it was Wyatt's face. So instead he sipped his coffee, nudging a muffin towards Blaine to encourage him again to eat. He'd seen Nick had picked at something and while it wasn't exactly what he hoped, it was something. Mateo tried to smile at the comment, but it came out as more of a grimace, and he subtly pressed his shoulder against Nick's, needing a bit of a calming presence. "Everything will be fine, lobito," he assured him, trying to make his voice relax. "So. We don't have to think about that for another couple weeks, right? A little time to relax and regroup."

Nick: Seeing how upset Blaine still was made Nick want to go over and join him on the floor, giving him the comfort he needed. Another part of him, though, realized that Mateo was pretty tense as well, and he wanted to do exactly what he was told in order to make things as easy on him as possible. He was in charge. He didn't understand Blaine's comment or his laughter, but he smiled politely at him. "With a description like that, I'm definitely curious," he said, "but you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to. It seems pretty personal." When Mateo grabbed his coffee, Nick realized he had a cup too, and he picked his up for a sip. "Please let me know if there's anything I can do, though. Either of you." He took another small sip of coffee, really needing the caffeine. "Yeah. More time to get to know other people, too."

Blaine: Blaine wasn't laughing so much at the reality of the situation. He hated, hated that Mateo had been upset, and that he was marked with another Dom's initial. It felt stomach-churningly wrong. But he'd been up half the night fretting about it already, and he was exhausted. The sheer absurdity of it all, and now, of making small talk over breakfast with Nick and Mateo, had hit him pretty hard. He shook his head, trying to sober up. "I'm sorry," he said again, choking off a final odd laugh, reaching for the muffin and beginning to pick at it. "I'm not really... I'm still a little out of it, I think. I wouldn't mind telling you, Nick, but... later." Sighing, he laid claim to the last of the coffees. "Relaxing and meeting new people. I wish I could get my head back to that place."

Mateo.: He sure hoped Blaine didn't want to explain right then. He didn't know if he could stomach hearing it again. While he knew it wasn't the worst thing that could have happened, it was still a violation - something Blaine hadn't agreed to, and Wyatt did it anyway, like a complete ass. It was rough because he did respect the other Dom, however, this wasn't acceptable. At all. Mateo knew Blaine needed him, but honestly, with his state of mind? He had a feeling he might cause more harm than good. So he sipped his coffee, urging the subs to eat while he couldn't bring himself to touch anything. "You will, Blaine. Give yourself a little time. Yesterday was intense for everyone - it might take a few days for heads to be back on straight, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Nick: Nick felt like this whole morning was all wrong. There was the weird tension in the air from the fact that both he and Blaine were here with Mateo at the same time, but most of the wrong-ness was coming from whatever had gone on in that conversation in the kitchen. He knew that there had been some sort of impact play that had led to marks, and that Wyatt had turned into Zorro, but he didn't really know how to put those pieces together into a complete picture. He shook his head a little to clear his thoughts away, knowing he should be focused on the present now. "Whenever you wanna talk, I'm here, Blaine," he said with a gentle smile. "Um, except tonight. I'm going into town with my sister and then we're hanging out all evening, but I mean... let me know if you need me, okay? Bethan would understand. And I was pretty out of it last night, too, but I'm sure you'll start to feel more like yourself before too long, like Ma... Mr. Mateo said." He stumbled over the Dom's name, really not sure what he should be calling him right now.

Blaine: "Yes, sir," Blaine said, softly, fixing his eyes on Mateo as he spoke. For all he'd managed to reassure him that it wasn't his fault, Blaine could tell he was still pretty upset. "I'm sure you're right. You always are." His muffin was getting pulled apart as much as it was being eaten, but he was trying, at least, to obey, to show Mateo who he really belonged to. Nick's comments, awkward as they were, made him left him with a tiny smile. Despite everything, at the moment he was sort of weirdly glad Nick was there, another person on his side. Friendship was edging out jealousy, for the time being. "It's okay, man, I get you. I think I'll be okay, but I'll call if I need you, promise."

Mateo.: He nodded, trying to ease the tension from his neck, his shoulders. Because he had to, right? He had to be strong for them, to guide them. None of this was either of their faults, and his anger wasn't directed at them. He managed a small smile for Nick. "You can use my name, Nick. It's okay when we're in my room," he assured the sub. As the two of them chatted, Mateo focused on his coffee, letting the bitter liquid seep through his mouth, killing some of the fire building in his veins. Later. Later he could take this out on something. Not someone. "God, i don't want to go to class," he mumbled, running a hand over his hair.

Nick: "He's good at being right," Nick said with a small, if tense, smile. He didn't always agree with Mateo--Kurt's role in the Dom-wide being the biggest point--but he also knew that Mateo was good at knowing how to best take care of him, and he assumed the same went for Blaine as well. "I'll have my phone on me," he told Blaine with a little nod before turning to Mateo. "Okay, Sir. It just feels weird calling you by your name when you're right here with us." He bit his lip, wanting to comfort the Dom but worried that it would upset Blaine. He set his coffee down in front of him and settled for a side hug, just wrapping his arm around Mateo's waist and forgoing the kiss he wanted to give him. "Classes will be over before you know it, Sir."

Blaine: Blaine's first instinct was to move over to kneel at Mateo's feet, rest his head on his knee, kiss his hand... But Nick was already there. Jealousy came roaring back for a second, but he swallowed it down with the last of his coffee. After a couple of seconds of indecision, he went anyway, kneeling on the opposite side from Nick and resting his hand on Mateo's knee, rubbing gently. "He has a point, sir. Just a few hours."

Mateo. slid his hand around Nick, hugging the submissive to his side. "It's okay. Sir or my name, whichever you're more comfortable with," he assured Nick. He knew both of the subs present respected him and wouldn't hesitate to use his title. Mateo sighed, a little smile curling his lips when Blaine shuffled over. With one arm around Nick, he set down his coffee so he could run his hand through Blaine's hair. "You both are so good to me," he said softly, pressing a kiss to Nick's temple before leaning over to kiss the top of Blaine's head. "I know. I'm being dramatic. I'm Hispanic, I can't help it," he said, forcing a smile, trying to ease the tension in the room.

Nick: A weird feeling settled in the pit of Nick's stomach as he watched Blaine move over and settle on the other side of Mateo. It was jealousy for sure, but there was also another component to it that he couldn't quite name. Sadness, maybe, that he or Blaine was bound to get hurt before too long, or relief that Mateo had someone else to take care of him when he wasn't able to. The matching kisses caused that feeling to do a little dance inside him, and he did his best to push it away and just focus on the present. "Por lo menos, te das cuenta de eso," he teased, pulling Mateo closer in to his side.

Nick: ("at least you realize it")

Blaine: Seeing Mateo kiss Nick's cheek was perfectly all right - but seeing Nick tug him a little closer, a little more to his own side, while speaking what seemed to Blaine's ear to be perfectly fluent and perfectly incomprehensible Spanish... that just about did it. And he thought he'd been so clever, googling a few phrases and pet names. Letting out a measured breath, he forced himself to not to look at Nick at all, but to focus on Mateo, who needed him, and who deserved all the comfort in the world, no matter what the source. "No, sir," he said, softly, his hand rubbing over his knee. "You're tired, is all, and you have every right to be. You take such good care of -" He swallowed, lowering his eyes. "Everyone. You deserve a break."

Mateo.: He kept his fingers curled into Blaine's hair even as he snorted at Nick's comment. "Callate, lobito," he teased, kissing his cheek again. The Dom turned his smile back down to Blaine, his fingers moving down to stroke over the sub's cheek and jaw. "We all do. We should have had the day off of class after those presentations so we can all recover," he insisted with a shake of his head. "But sadly, we still have to go to class, way too soon."

Nick: Nick blushed at Mateo's order, though something inside him did a little dance when he was given another kiss and Blaine wasn't. Though he was pretty jealous of the way Blaine was getting petted... but a kiss definitely beat that. The dancer inside him stopped suddenly, though, when he realized that Blaine probably didn't feel that good right now, and he wished that this whole situation could be far less complicated. "Hopefully most of the professors will be understanding if we're not on the top of our game today," he said slowly. "I'm sure most people are still recovering, too."

Blaine: From his spot on the floor, Blaine was doing his best not to do the mental arithmetic. Kiss greater than caress, Spanish in-jokes times kiss equals... With a shake of his head, he stood. "Well... since I'm already dressed for class, I should go on ahead, and let you two have a minute." His smile was forced and he couldn't help it; hopefully, they'd think it was forced because of his presentation drama and no other reason. "Sir," he said, gently taking Mateo's hand, the one that had just been stroking his face, and squeezing it. "Nick." He gave a nod in Nick's general direction, no eye contact. "I'll see you guys later?"

Mateo.: "Probably yes, but still." He frowned a little when he noticed Blaine shake his head. He knew he had to take care of Nick, but for some reason, he thought he'd done something wrong suddenly. Carefully, he got up, catching Blaine's hand. "Text me at lunch, querido," he murmured, drawing the sub into a tight, warm hug. This was such a precarious situation, and Mateo wasn't sure how to proceed without causing a hell of a lot more tension. He kissed Blaine's cheek softly, walking with him to the door. "I'll see you later." Only when Blaine had stepped out did he turn back to Nick with a shake of his head. "We should get ready for class too, lobito. Unfortunately."

Nick: Nick's stomach dropped when Mateo left his embrace and instead wrapped Blaine up in his arms, kissing his cheek now as well. He knew it was really just like he was catching up with Blaine after having done something similar for Nick, but it still didn't feel all that great. "What?" he said a moment too late when he realized Mateo had said something to him. The words quickly filtered back through his brain, though, and he stood up. "Yes, Sir," he said, standing awkwardly as he tried to resist the urge to give the Dom a hug. "Clothes and class it is."

Mateo.: Cocking his head, he stepped over to Nick, curling his hands around the sub's jaw. Gently, he pressed their mouths together in a light kiss, wanting to ease at least some of the tension he could still feel in the air. "Clothes and class, but first, kiss me," he whispered to Nick, one hand sliding into the sub's soft hair. If he could at least get Nick smiling before they had to go, maybe he wouldn't feel like such shit... and he could deal with his anger over Wyatt's actions later.

Nick: Nick felt himself relaxing quickly as Mateo drew closer to him--it certainly helped that he was being so touchy-feely now that Blaine had left. "That's an order I can definitely follow, Sir," he said with a cheeky grin before closing the distance between them once more. He deepened the kiss beyond the chaste one they'd just shared, and he moaned softly as he realized that his cock was beginning to stir.

Mateo.: He hummed happily, drawing out that warm kiss, lips lingering against Nick's. He had to lean back though, despite that soft, insanely arousing sound from the sub in his arms. "We have to go to class, lobito," he whispered, tipping his chin up to kiss the tip of Nick's nose. "As much as I would love to continue making you make those sounds, I cannot."

Nick: Nick knew that Mateo was right, but he still whined a little and gave a small pout when he pulled back. He was definitely going to be driven crazy by want throughout some of his first class. "I know," he said with a sigh as he started to move back to find his change of clothes in his overnight bag. "Thank you for everything, Sir. The presentation, last night... I couldn't have asked for a better partner."

Mateo.: He moved back towards his room to change, but he paused outside of his door, looking back to smile at Nick. "I couldn't have either, lobito. You were perfect for me. And last night... it just felt good, to take care of you," he admitted, a little flush touching his cheeks. He nodded slightly, then disappeared into his room to change, emerging a minute later in jeans and a t-shirt.