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velvetydream · 3 months ago

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꒰ : 🍃 [ A fox's heat ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Due to an unfortunate event your boyfriend started to act weird, you should soon know why.

Pairing : Tighnari x fem! Reader

Word count : 1.9K Words

Genre : Smut with plot

Smut content ➵ Breeding / Mating Kink, Possesiveness, Praising, Raw (Wrap it up people), Knotting, Petnames

Authors note : I love Nari sm omg

It was a quiet morning; Tighnari was out with Collei, and you decided to sleep long before getting ready slowly, eating a nice breakfast, and cleaning Tighnari's workplace before helping the forest ranger outside. The sun was shining down today, but luckily, the trees of the rainforest cast some nice shadows to be safe from the heat. Wiping the sweat from your forehead you talk calmly to a new forest ranger, assuring he wasn't going to die from the fruit he ate. The poor boy came from Mondstadt and never saw the fruits or vegetables from Sumeru, probably.

"Master Y/N! We need your help!" Colleis's shrill voice screamed for you; immediately turned around to catch the young girl running to you, your warm hands on her shoulders. "Collei? What happened? Calm down, darling, and explain." It was strange that Tighnari wasn't with her, so something must've happened, you just hope that stupid man didn't decide to eat some unknown mushrooms again. "Master T-Tighnari he.. We found this flower patch we had never seen before. He picked some up and started to inspect them, and then he fell unconscious! Cyno is with him now, but..! I don't know what happened." She was rambling again; she always was when something happened to her friends or anyone, actually. "Okay, my love, calm down, lead the way, and we'll bring him back here; you two, come along!" Calling over two more forest rangers, Collei quickly started to lead the way; it was a short walk, but luckily, not too far away.

Upon arriving, you could see the fox-eared man sit up, arm on his knee as his hand holds his head. "Nari! What happened? How are you feeling?" Crouching down in front of the man now, you could see the blush on his face; oh no, was he getting a fever from those flowers? Maybe an allergic reaction. "He sat up shortly before you came, he hasn't spoken a single word since then." Cyno stood behind you now, explaining the situation to you and making you nod. "Okay, let's bring him back. Cyno, could you help carry him, please? I think he starts to have a fever, probably some reaction to the flowers; I'll have to make some medicine to hopefully wear the effects off." Cyno nods as he picks Tighnari up, the arms of your boyfriend around Cyno and the other forest ranger now. Still not talking, his eyes in a haze, this was definitely bad.

Looking down as they get a few steps away, you crouch down to touch the flowers despite Collei's protest, but they have no effect on you; they smell rather pleasantly. "Are you sure it's a good idea to touch and smell them?!" Collei was obviously worried about you, which made you chuckle, shaking your head. "It's fine, I'm pretty sure they won't affect normal humans but Tighnari.. it must be because of his fox genes.. Let's take some with us, but please you take them, I want to inspect them some more without exposing Nari further to them." Collie nods as you quickly plug a few flowers before Cyno's voice calls you to catch up with them. "Comming!" Running after them now, you worriedly look at Tighnari; his whole body was slumped over, his tail dragging after him as his breathing was rather hard.

"Good, please lay him down here Cyno, put that on his forehead. I'll start the medicine." Handing Cyno a bowl with ice cold water and a rag as you start to gather everything to hopefully ease the symptoms. If you knew what flower that was and what exactly the effect they had on him, you could make something much better, but this will have to do now. "Nari, open up; this will make you feel better.." His glazed eyes look at you and then the medicine as he shakes his head, trying to roll away from you onto his side just to groan in pain. "Stubborn fox, seriously, you're a forest ranger and practice medicine yourself, yet you refuse to take this.." Groaning now, your hand grabs his shoulder harshly as you push me onto his back, sitting down on his stomach to pin him down, his body thrashing. "N-No! Stop!" Finally, he spoke, yet that won't get him around the medicine. "It's your own fault to go inspect and try everything you don't know." You tell him, as your hand grabs his chin, pushing your thumb into the corner of his mouth; he opens it, his sharp teeth shining as you let the elixir trickle down into his mouth, making him swallow by holding his chin up and mouth closed.

"Is that how he always takes his medicine?" Cyno stands beside the bed now as he watches you stand up as Tighnari falls asleep. "Yeah, he hates to take them; either I put them into his food or drink, but then he sometimes notices and throws it away, so I mostly settle for this way." Wiping some sweat from your forehead after fighting the fox, you put the washcloth onto his forehead and the blanket back over him. "Well, I'll go check on Collie; make sure to take care of him." Cyno closes the door after himself after you bid your goodbye, looking over to the sleeping fox now, hoping the symptoms would soon wear off.

Getting back to your studies now, you open the book where you left off as you start to examine the gems you have found, trying to determine what they could be. Lumine even brought some last time she visited from Liyue and Inazuma which was such a great find.

Immersed in your studying, you didn't notice your boyfriend waking up, scanning the room until his eyes landed on you. Standing up on wobbly feet, he walks over to you, his arms laying around your shoulders immediately, as his face hides in your neck, jumping a little from surprise. "Nari! You're awake, how are you feeling? Is the fever going down?" Looking over your shoulder, he was still beet red, his eyes half-lidded and still hazed. "You smell so sweet.. My beautiful mate.." He groans into your neck, before meeting your eyes. Oh fuck. "Nari.. Don't tell me.." He groans softly from the way you say his name, confirming your suspicion even more. "Need to breed you full till you can't walk anymore." His sharp teeth graze your neck, over the mark he had left long ago, marking you as his mate. "Help me.. Please.. It's so hot I.. I can't take it anymore.." He whimpers.. he never whimpers. Those flowers must've triggered his heat to come early. Normally, it should've still been a few weeks at least, but something must've been with these flowers to trigger it.

"Alright, let's take care of you.." Standing up, Tighnari starts pawing at your clothes desperately, pulling your shirt off of you, before attaching his lips to your soft buds, moaning from the feel of them in his mouth. "So soft.." He moans before he pulls his own shirt over his head, revealing his porcelain skin to your eyes, pushing you onto your back on the bed now before he already pounces on you. "I'll make you feel so good, breed you full till you carry my cubs." Kissing down your neck, small little moans escape your mouth as your hand's card through his soft hair, softly scratching his ears. "I love you so much you're so gorgeous.." He mumbles against your skin as he kisses down to your chest and to your stomach. Softly pulling your pants and underwear off of you, his soon following the pile on the floor.

"Have to prep you first so you can take my knot, my love." He whispers against your stomach as his fingers softly glide through your folds, circling your clit a few times softly before moving down as he pushes two fingers into you carefully, your body arching from the feeling of his fingers. They hit just the right spots inside you, hitting the soft gummy spot perfectly. "You're so gorgeous, my darling; how beautiful you'd be all swelled up with my cubs." Moaning from his words now, your walls tighten on him as more slickness coats his fingers from the arousal. "You would like that, right? Have little cubs of our own, running around.." He kisses your neck softly, as his fingers work you open for his knot to come.

"I think you're prepped enough, mh..?" He pulls his fingers up to his face and sucks them clean with a moan before looking down at you as he pushes himself up a little bit. "Ready my love?" Nodding as an answer, he alines his length with your entrance as he starts to softly push in; his size made you arch and moan every time; he was so big, especially now that he was in heat. His head rested on your chest for a while, giving you time to adjust before you tapped his shoulder blade softly to signal him to start moving, which he didn't waste any more time and did. His thrusts at first were slow and deep but grew in pace quickly. Tighnari was never able to last long once he was inside you, but he would last for many rounds, making sure he bred you perfectly full.

"M-My love.. ah.." He kisses your chest softly as he starts to suck the left bud into his mouth again, his right hand coming up to play with the other one. "N-Nari.. oh archons.." Moaning softly, you could feel his length start to pulsate meaning he was rather close, you yourself close to the edge. "Come my beautiful mate~" He murmurs into your ear as his fingers softly circle your clit making your back arch as you drift into the pure bliss of your orgasm. Meanwhile, Tighnaris's thrusts were getting sloppy as he felt his knot swell before emptying his load in you, his knot preventing anything from escaping as it locks him into you for a while, his body softly laid down half on you to make sure he didn't crush you.

"Beautiful.." He mumbles, brushing a few strands from your face, still connected to you, his hand rubbing softly over your stomach and down, knowing exactly you were right now filled with his cum. Exhausted, you drift off into sleep as Tighnari pulls the blanket over you two, planting many kisses on your cheek and temple before the door opens, making him groan and growl possessively. "Okay, dude, I'll leave you be in a bit, I just forgot to give her these gems; seriously, don't go too hard on her." Before Tighnari could throw a book from his bedside table at him, Cyno disappeared again.

Later on, you wake up with many blankets and pillows around you now like a nest, your body cleaned, and a new pair of underwear on you; as you look behind you, you see Tighnari finally asleep without a blush, finally calm. It would definitely take a few rough days for his heat to be over, but you were used to it and loved to help him. Hand rubbing softly over your stomach now as you look down, hopeful that maybe finally, after years of being together, you'd get pregnant.

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leclarifies · 15 days ago

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forgive and forget (CL16)

✰ charles leclerc x reader ✰

summary → dating a formula one driver meant that your boyfriend would always be busy, but what you didn't expect was for him to forget your anniversary all together.

genre → angst but gets fluffier towards the end (very short drabble, self-indulgent)

word count → 1.3k words

author's note → honestly, i really like writing angst with charles, i'm sorry dahbdhanda. i just needed a break from writing something with any sort of plot, so enjoy <3

the thunder in the background snapped me from my trance, i've been lost in thought for awhile now. the sky's dark and the day was almost ending, and here i was sitting at the dinner table, alone with food all around me.

the rain was drizzling in monaco, and it fueled the sinking hole in my chest. i knew that charles was a busy man, but i didn't expect him to forget our anniversary together.

somehow, i didn't feel sad, or disappointed. i just felt numb. it hurt of course, seeing your own boyfriend forgetting about your anniversary, something i thought that we would both celebrate together, spend the day together, or maybe just sit in the quiet of our apartment, kissing and touching and ending the day together.

but the fact of the matter was, he was a formula one driver and i couldn't keep expecting him to be there when i wanted. it was a selfish want, and somehow i needed to understand that not all anniversaries can be celebrated, and not all of them will be remembered.

a sigh escapes my lips, i've been waiting for him to come home for four hours now. maybe it was time to let up. i gently took the plates of now cold food and shuffled into the kitchen, putting them into containers to store in the fridge, not wanting them to go to waste. i had lost my appetite in the process, not even touching my own plate of food.

when i was finished putting all of the food away in the fridge, the door of our apartment jingled, charles was home.

"amour, i'm home," his voice had rung out in the apartment as he entered our shared apartment, even though i felt upset, i couldn't help but smile at him, at least he came home, right?

i was never the one to yell, to throw a fit when he forgot about something. even if it was something as important as our anniversary, i always wanted to talk it out, even when it made me upset and charles would always appreciate it, he would always talk to me lovingly even when we had our arguments.

"you missed our anniversary, love," i told him gently as i walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his middle before leaving a kiss on his cheek, his face flashed from surprise to frustration all in one go, he closed the door behind him and sighed, he was angry at himself for forgetting, i could tell. the way his brows were furrowed and his shoulders tensed.

"i-... amour, i'm sorry. things have been hectic, the car is just so shit this season and i didn't mean to—"

i cut him off before he could ramble on about his work with a soft kiss to his lips, "it's okay, i'm not mad at you. i know how things are at work and i understand, i just feel a little hurt that you didn't call or text me at all," i explain to him and he closes his eyes before wrapping his arms around me, he held me close.

i could smell the faint scent of his cologne as we held eachother close, the domestic aspect of it all. waiting for him to come home, cooking dinner for our anniversary even though he forgot.

"how about i make it up to you?" charles asked as he opened his eyes back up, the pretty green orbs of his eyes staring lovingly into me, staring lovingly into my bare soul, "what do you want to do?"

"can you just drive me around in your noisy car?" i laugh as he smiled at my joke, all of his cars were sports cars and they were noisy by default. i had always complained about it but i could never be mad at his love for his team, "just spend the night together, driving in the dark of the night while we sit in each other's company."

charles pressed his forehead against mine, he breathed in before nodding, "i can do that for you, do you want to go now?" he left a kiss on my lips before i nodded.

it wasn't long before i was in the passenger seat and he was starting his car up, i hadn't been in this car yet. i knew that he got it as a gift for his win in austin, i had attended the race and he had excitedly told me about the car once we got home in monaco but i never got the chance to sit in it until now.

"this one is a bit noisier, amour. i apologize," charles had said when the engine rumbled to life, i had settled into the seat as he drove off into the night of monaco, his phone had connected to the bluetooth automatically and his playlist was in the background, serving good ambience in the car.

"i love spending time like this, just the two of us, not really driving to anywhere meaningful," i had spoken up, breaking the previous comfortable silence the both of us were in, charles glanced at me before humming a response, eyes back on the road shortly.

monaco was a small city, but i noticed that charles had taken a particularly familiar track, it was the monaco grand prix track, where he had won earlier this year.

"i'm sorry," another apology leaves his lips, i turn my head to look at him, he didn't have to apologize. i forgave him after he got home, but i appreciated it, "i should've paid more attention, i know how important dates are to you. i should've set a reminder."

"i told you that it's okay, i'm not holding anything against you," i tell him softly, his hand instinctively reaches out for my knee and i let him, setting my hand above his as his thumb gently caresses my knee.

the both of us had spent most of that night going in circles, going on the familiar monaco track, it was almost 3am when charles had decided to go back home. the night drive we spent together was nice, it was peaceful. i loved it.

it wasn't long after the both of us had settled into our apartment, getting ready for bed.

i had sat in my vanity, just doing skincare with charles opting to sit on the floor, his head laid on my lap as i went through the steps for my night routine, my hand periodically going down to pat his head.

"we can go for dinner tomorrow, i have nothing planned," charles mumbles, leaving a kiss on my thigh, i nod, dinner was fun, considering that today's was left untouched.

i could feel his head lift up from my thigh, so i looked down and i saw him staring up at me, with all the love in his eyes, i just smiled at him, "what's wrong love?"

"nothing, i just... i'm sorry. i feel bad. i love you— i love us. i just can't believe that i could forget our anniversary so easily like that," charles mumbled, i pet his head again, i had told him countless of times in the car ride that i didn't hold any ill-intent against him for forgetting. his job was demanding, and something like that could've easily slipped his mind.

although i did feel hurt, he's trying to make it up to the best of his abilities now, and that's all i could ask for.

"how many times have i told you to stop apologizing?" i had told him before standing up, he did the same and the both of us made our way to the bed, snuggling up against eachother.

my head was against his chest and his face was in my hair, softly breathing in and out. i could tell he was tired but still went out to drive with me anyway.

"i love you, amour."

"i love you too charles."

"let's go to dinner tomorrow, okay? i'll make it up to you," charles pressed a gentle kiss onto my forehead and i could only hum back in return, i had my eyes closed and i was close to drifting off to sleep considering it was nearing 4 am at this point.

"okay, goodnight. sleep well."

"goodnight to you too mon amour."

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messenger-of-babel · 1 month ago

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Always Late

Summary: Batman was late when you needed him the most, but he refused to let it happen again. (Batfamily x sibling!reader)

Word Count: 4.5K (This was supposed to be a quick fic 💀)

Notes: BIG AUTHOR NOTE INCOMING Before anyone comes for me- I know this was supposed to be a day for Chris. I'm just feeling a touch sick but still want to get a fic out, and I'm currently not able to churn out and go through his, so I'll write some Chris later! Instead I wanted something else, consider it a change up to shake some life back into the theme. I also rambled hella long on this one, so strap in, it's long and the plot got lost in the maze of my mind. I had to shuffle things around and it just kept growing and growing, oh my god so I hope it makes sense to everyone still. Clark caemo, some (very??) OOC villain work cause I forgot some of my original plot and villains so begging on my knees for forgiveness fr. GRAPHIC VIOLENCE/ TORTURE DESCRPTION FOR SOME AREAS. I should have made this two parts but I messed up and made just one massive fic. Was supposed to be batfam x reader but it started feeling more like bruce x reader hahaha. RIP my sleep schedule please reap the benefits of my labour. 😭

Again I was originally here to be a resi blog but I can't help writing for DC after a day of reading comics. On that topic I actually finished collecting Tom Taylor's run at #118, my store held #119 for me so I get to read that as a reward after the hell that will be my Monday.

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When you were taken, it caused a widespread panic among Gotham.

Tabloids across the city wrote about the latest missing person, this time none other than the latest member of billionaire Bruce Wayne's family. The Gotham Gazette had been running articles about you for months already, including the scandal that had come with it. Your dirty laundry and past had been aired for the entire city to read and speculate upon. Whether Bruce had just adopted you out of pity, sympathising with the way that you had lost your parents the same way he had. Gossip about it could all be a ploy for him to expand his influence in Gotham, after the riches and estate that your family had left you behind in their untimely death. The city was thrown into chaos from the death of your parents, both of them from founding Gotham families and well-established lawyers. It was shaken more once the Wayne had taken you into his household, and now it was all but alight as you vanished.

Fingers pointed in every which way, your disappearance marking the fourth among affluent families in Gotham. Accusations had even been hurled at Bruce, claiming that he had killed you in order to gain your assets and the other missing people were to establish an alibi. After all, Bruce Wayne had no alibi for the night that you went missing.

But he had an alibi.

Bruce reflected upon that fact for three days already, while he tore his hair out trying to find you. He had been out in the city, patrolling as usual. The disappearances were the latest case, and he was determined to stop them before they continued. He had been so involved in the case, standing so close to the evidence that he didn't even consider the option that he himself would be affected, or consider the perpetrator might targe the Waynes. he hadn't expected to get a call from Alfred a little past midnight, the butler wheezing painfully into the receiver.

Blood freezing in his veins he had come home to an empty house, windows on the third story smashed in. Alfred was slumped by the phone, its sleek body hanging off the hook. Bruce had pulled the cowl off without a second thought, cradling the older man's head in his lap with shaky hands. He had relaxed slightly when there was a steady pulse under his fingers, and the tension eased further when the older man had opened his eyes.

"Alfred," Bruce had sighed out, moving the old man from his lap to against the wall, hand keeping him upright. "Are you okay-"

"They took them." came the old man's mumbled reply, and for a second Bruce's jaw just hung there.

"What do you mean?" he asked, heart thudding painfully against his ribs, panic rising once more.

"They came through the window, cut the lights. I pretended to be unconscious to use the phone line, but they came back. Cut it shortly after I rang you." the older man said, looking up with remorseful eyes. "I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Wayne." he said forlornly. "I couldn't stop them."

Bruce looked down; jaw tensed. "It wasn't your fault." he said firmly, trying to quell the despair radiating off the old man.

"They took them kicking and screaming. I could hear them the entire time, but I couldn't do anything I-"

"Alfred." Bruce said sternly. "Alfred it's okay. Let me handle it, you go make some tea." he said, helping the old man stand up.

"Tea, yes, yes that's right..." the butler murmured to himself, hand to his head. "It's been a while since you asked me for tea, sir."

"It's not for me." Bruce said, pulling the cowl back on. "It's for you. make yourself some tea and we'll patch you up. Take it easy tonight, wait for the shock to wear off."

Alfred looks at him, hesitating, but eventually nods. "We, sir?"

Bruce hums, fists at his side. "Yes. This case has escalated. It's time to request help."

He keeps his voice level as he walks away, but Alfred notes the way that he turns the corner, and the anger put into his stride.

When he gets to the cave he wastes no time, calling in everyone he can think of. His chest feels tight, breath short as his vision swims. Every signal he can send he does, the blurring in his eyes seeping into his mind too. He cradles his head in his hands, trying to calm it but to no avail. It's only when the ringing of the Batcomputer cuts through the fog that he is able to look up, shaking fingers hitting the accept call button.

"Batman?" comes the crackly voice of Nightwing, and the fog begins to clear slightly.

"Nightwing." he says back gruffly, voice hoarse.

"About time, you were making people pretty worried, you know." Dick chides, and there's the sound of yapping in the background. "What's the brief? What's happened?"

"Kidnapping." he says, voice thick. "Broke into the manor. Alfred is likely to be concussed, but it shouldn't be too serious. He's making tea, Robin is out on the other side of the city tonight. Red Robin is with you, isn't he?"

There's more shuffling on the other end before Dick responds. "Yeah, he's been helping in Bludhaven, he came last night."

"Bring him. Bring Oracle too. Everyone...come home." he murmurs, hands shaking as he tries to think clearly.

"Bruce, is everything okay with you?" Dick comes in, concern evident.

"Fine. I need people back immediately. Why?" he huffs back, rubbing the spots from his eyes with his fingers.

"Because we've all been trying to call you for the last few minutes. This is the first time you've picked up."

Bruce takes a deep breath, exhaling softly. He hadn’t realised how badly he had spaced out. "It's an emergency. They...they’re gone. They need to come home."

"The new kid?" Dick breathes. "Wait, you mean-"

Bruce nods even though he knows his eldest cannot see him. "Gone. Now come back and come back tonight." he ends the call before Dick can say anything else, and his tired eyes scan the monitor filled with a string of outgoing distress calls and an equally large number of missed ones. In his haze he had pressed every com line he had. He had pinged Jason, he had pinged Dick. Hell, he had even pinged the League and Clark, who hadn't even bothered to call for clarity, his response status just reading, 'On my way'.

He held his head in his hands, breaths laboured.

Bruce had held his own reservations when adopting you. He knew about the media uprising that it would cause, the rumours that were sure to fly. He had known what kind of mental state that would put you in, how it would angle you in a whole new world of cameras, but he couldn't help himself. He had seen you while in the suit, and maybe he had taken you in to make himself feel better. For not catching the person who had killed your parents, arriving too late. He had been training for this his entire life, it was his entire mission in Gotham, yet he couldn't stop the very crimes that had put him on this path.

If he had been faster maybe he could have saved your parents, disarming the man with the knife before it plunged into the chest of your father. Maybe he could have arrived faster so that he could have caught the offender that robbed your mother before giving her the same treatment and fleeing into the night. Instead, he was only there fast enough for him to hear you scream as your parents collapsed to the floor. He was there as you cried and shook them and tried to stop the blood spilling through your fingers, but you were unsure where to start. After all, how can someone make a decision between stopping the flow seeping from their father’s chest and the one from their mother’s throat?

He had been there to pull you away, was there to catch the last dying light of your father as he stroked your cheek before making eye contact with Bruce. "Look after my kid." he had whispered, something Bruce had nearly missed under all your screaming. Bruce pulled you away while he called for the GCPD, and from one father to another, he made sure to keep that promise.

Your relationship had been rough, clearly distraught at the way you lost your parents. You were older than he was when the same had happened, but you were still young. You had clung to Bruce the day he said he was going to take you in, and he had managed to soothe you with a soft hand up and down your back. Yet as the tabloids got worse and the gossip began to grow, you began pulling away from him and seeking the comfort of your room instead. He had done his best to protect you from the media, paying money to have articles removed and when that didn't work, he threatened to sue. It made the Gazette pull their head in a bit, but it still failed to be enough. Evidently, as there was now an empty bedroom on the third floor of the east wing.

All he could do was sigh and blink away the images of the children he had hurt, in the name of Robin or otherwise. He had to rub away the death of Jason that he reflected on in sombre moments when he thought no one was looking. He had gotten you into this mess, attached you with his name and all of its subsequent burdens. So, it was his duty to get you back and get you back safe.

Yet three days later, he had nothing.

The cave had been a buzz of activity for all three days, and Bruce, no, Batman, was acting close to a slave driver. Tim and Barbara hadn't left the caves computers in days, Damian and Steph constantly scouring the rooftops. Dick was concerned, hell, everyone was. Even the gruff Jason had been called in, and reluctantly he had answered.

"You find anything?" Dick asked, leaning against the wall with his younger brother. Jason was still suited up, coming back from the patrol around Bristol area. He removes the mask and shakes his hair free, sighing.

"Nothing. Areas come up empty. No sign of 'em."

Dick sighs, running a hand through his hair. "God, there's nothing on my end either. The Docks and all Southside of Gotham are clean, no traces. Any signs pointing to who it could be?"

Jason shrugs, helmet tucked under his arm. "No idea, as it stands, the kid's just gone missing. If Bruce isn't able to scrounge up a lead, I doubt I will. Not my forte. He should give Tim a break and send him out."

"Yeah, like he'll do that. He's got him tied to cave duty." Dick scoffs back. He feels bad, talking like your kidnapping was a causal affair. He didn't treat it like one, his heart stuttering when Bruce had called him in a haze and all shaken. It didn't a genius to see how attached Bruce had gotten to you in such a short amount of time, but sometimes Dick worried that Bruce was projecting his own trauma onto you. But still you were his younger sibling, a part of the family now. He had met you with a warm smile and a gentle hand the day that you moved in, coming in from Bludhaven to make the house a bit more lively while you got settled in. God, he knew what it was like moving in alone into that empty house, with only Bruce and Alfred to warm the halls. He had eaten dinner with you, took you out for walks in the garden when your grief allowed you move more than a few paces. He did his absolute best, and he knew that with time he could be a big brother to you.

Yet you hadn't been given the time, snatched away before Christmas even hit. He doubted you knew that Bruce was the Batman, or that the rest of the family had an interesting array of night lives.

Jason was the same in the way that he hadn't interacted with you much.

Honestly, he was awkward with kids, since the last kid of Bruce's he had met was the devil spawn who spat at him like an angry cat every chance he got. You were thankfully much older and easier to understand, but that still didn’t mean smooth sailing. Jason hated even coming back to the manor, and he and Bruce had been having one of their ongoing fights during the time he took you in, meaning he missed seeing you often. Yet he still talked to Dick (more so that Dick called him to make sure that he was okay) and the older man had seen you plenty. He felt like he knew you from Dick alone, but he wasn't oblivious to your story printed in the newspapers shoved under his apartment door. He pitied you, understood the grief that you must have been going through at the sudden violence that tossed your little world upside down. Sure, you had gone from luxury to luxury, but Gotham was unkind to everyone. it was the same violence that Jason strode to clean off the street, and his heart ached deep down that someone like you had managed to get caught in its claws.

"Do you think it could be the clown?" Dick asks quietly. "He'd do something as ballsy as this."

Jason tenses, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. "Not likely. That bastard likes to make a spectacle of things. No doubt he would have contacted the Bat the second he took the first victim or aired it like some twisted game show. It's not like him to lay quiet."

"So, it's someone else. It's unnatural for Gotham's villains to do something in the dark like this. I mean, it's been three days since they were abducted, and they're the fourth kidnap victim. There hasn't been a ransom note, a demand, a body. Not a peep for any of the captives. It's unnatural."

Jason hums in agreement, but they both jump as Bruce storms through grandfather clock entrance.

Everyone present turns, watching how Clark trails after him. Five sets of eyes watch the livid way the Bat cuts a path through the cave and gets into the batmobile, breaths too anxious to be released. Without a word the car screams out of the cave, and they all turn to Clark. Barbara casts a glance to Tim and then to Dick, who just shrugs, worry deepening on his face.

"What the hell's going on?" Jason growls, pushing off from the wall. Clark turns to face him, dressed in his Superman suit.

"We’ve found them." Clark says, face grim, and Dick shares a look with Jason. However, when Dick meets the eyes of Superman, he can see the flicker of worry in the Kryptonian. "Well let's get going then. Why did he leave alone?" Dick asked, slipping the domino mask back onto his face. Clark opens his mouth to speak but is cut off as Damian steps out behind his broad figure.

"Because it's the League." the younger boy says, green eyes boring in Dick's. "It's grandfather."

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Bruce drove like his life depended on it, which wasn't fair when it was yours on the line instead. He could see the dots on his monitor indicating that the others were following him, and he had assumed that Clark had proceeded to fill them in. He had asked his old friend to look after the city while he sped towards the outskirts, just in case the League decided to do something while he had his guard on the city lowered. His com crackled to life, radio filling the otherwise silent car.

"Oi." snapped the voice of Red Hood, modulated and grainy. "Don't leave without telling us what's going on. Aren't you the one always spewing that 'feel-no-emotion' bullshit? To not let it cloud your judgement? Cause from the way I see it, you're acting kinda hazy."

"I trusted Clark would fill you in." he says back, voice tense. Red Hood scoffs.

"Yeah, and he did. You called us. You tell us what the hell you want us to help with, otherwise don't bother calling at all. Don't drag us out, get us invested then not let us help when it comes to it. What was your plan, beat the shit out of Ras and taken them back by yourself?"

Bruce falls silent, and there's a slight huff from Jason on the other end.

"Honestly? not the worst plan you've had, and I respect the enthusiasm, but you still should have looped us in. I want to get a hit in too."

Bruce turns his head to the direction of the radio, snapped from his concentration on the road momentarily and it's like Jason can feel his confusion through the commlink.

"Don't give me that silence." he groans. "They're family, aren't they? I'm not opposed to a younger sibling, you know." he huffs irritably. "But do me a favour and control Nightwing, hey? He's looking as coiled as you. You might have to fight him for the first hit."

Bruce doesn’t say anything before the comm cuts off, leaving him in the silence once more and eyes going straight back onto the red dot mapped onto his GPS. You.

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When you awoke the first time, you couldn’t feel anything. Your hands were tied to your ankles behind you, black cloth wrapped around your eyes. what you did know was that you were lying somewhere concrete, face pressed into the dusty cement. You knew that on the day that you woke and they had brough you were, that there were other people thrown in the same cell as you. You also knew that those other people were dead.

You had heard them scream, heard the way that they begged for their lives when they were dragged from the pen you were in. One a day, until you were left alone with no one to talk to. They had all been kidnapped like you, affluent people that you recognised the names and voices of. You had heard some of them at events you parents had hosted and attended, and when you traded names, they had remembered you immediately. You weren't dumb, you knew that you had all been taken here because you were rich. That was the only thing that you had in common with the heiresses and finance brokers that had shared the cells with you, huddled up against the cool metal.

Now the only thing left was you and the stickiness that crept under the bars of your cage, grateful that the blindfold was on so you didn't have to see what it was. At first you thought that you were alone, that your captors had left, but you knew better. You could sense them all around you, quiet and watching. They were like an uncomfortable prickling on your neck, the ghost of fingertips across your skin. Yet the hours and minutes had bled into days, and now you didn’t care if they were there or not.

You knew that they wanted to kill you. They had killed the rest. You had been given small amounts of food and water the first day or two, but today there had been none. Your mouth was dry as you lay on your side, lips cracking with the desire to drink. Your throat felt like sandpaper when you swallowed, and the silence that you were met with when you called out only made your panic and helplessness rise. You had lost the ability to cry, body sluggish. It felt like everything was shutting down, the pain in your stomach unbearable and tongue heavy in your mouth. As the heat crept in and pulled sweat from your unwilling skin, you began wishing that they would kill you.

You supposed that your wish was answered when the creak of your cell signalled one of your silent observers had come for you, and the tug on the ropes binding your limbs together made you lurch forward. You kept your face pressed down, too weak to struggle against them as they dragged you out and gripped your hair, making you shift onto your knees at an awkward angle. For the first time in days, you heard someone speak.

" So, this is Bruce's new...child." Your captor hummed. You could hear the way that their boots scuffed as they walked, coming to stand in front of you. You could faintly feel the swish of fabric, long and tickling the floor. "I wonder if he was planning to hand the title of Robin over so soon.”

Your eyebrows furrow, but your barely functioning brain fails to process what he's saying.

"Are you aware of your family's lineage?" comes the voice from above you, commanding and deep with a hint of something malicious in the undertone, like a coiled snake waiting to strike. “Your real family, the ones who claimed to practice a just and fair law. Not Wayne.”

You manage to shake your head weakly, grimacing as the image of your parents covered in blood flickered into your mind.

The voice above you tuts. "The sins of the father shall be bestowed upon the son," he recites softly. "And you are to pay the penance. Gotham will be purged, and the bloodlines of the corrupt shall be the first to burn, aware of their sins or not."

You don't even get a chance to ask what he's saying, the words sounding like biblical rambling. A scream is ripped through your throat instead as a sharp hot pain erupts through your shoulder, the sound of your own skin bubbling making you sick. You wail, body aching to thrash but the fatigue and weakness preventing you from doing such. The hands on your shoulders hold you still as the sensation is repeated across your body, stray tears leaking from your eyes despite your dehydrated state. It's only when you feel like you’re about to cross over, embrace the light spilling behind your eyes that you realise that the hands have left your body and that you're lying face down, discarded on the concrete floor.

You can feel the ache all over your body, a stinging and writhing pain that makes your whimper involuntarily. You can now make out that there is sound around you, echoing off the empty walls and causing your head to throb after days of silence.

For Bruce however, the world was silent despite being in the thick of the fight. They had pulled up the abandoned building on the edge of Gotham and Bludhaven, thankfully located by Clark and his x-ray vision after days of searching. He had stormed into the building with Dick, Jason, and Tim on his heels, his hands filled with a shake only the trained eye could determine as rage. The world had dripped into the pulsing cadence of his heartbeat as soon as he saw you, kneeling at Ra’s feet and being held by league assassins. He had hardly any time to process the way that you curled up and into yourself when you were dropped so carelessly, head thudding lifelessly against the floor. Forlorn, he eyed the way your body was covered with cuts and stabs, burns from the red-hot sword still held in the hands of a soldier. He hadn't known when the league had decided to dabble in torture, but Bruce felt like joining that night.

Jason and Tim were dealing with the assassins, the younger male finally freed from desk duty. He didn't know you as well as he would have liked considering that you lived under the same roof as him, but you had been warming up. He had really hoped that you could get along, but now he feared that this was going to push your back into the shell you had just started to crack, and that frustration was evident in the whistling of his bow staff as it cut through the air.

Dick had gone after Ra’s immediately while Batman raced for you, Dicks escrima sticks going for the head. Dick was fast and agile, muscles more tensed than usual as he sent well placed blow after blow. Yet Bruce wasn’t an idiot, he knew the limits of him and his team, and he knew the limits of Ra’s. That's why in what limited time that Dick bought for him he dropped to your side, slicing through your bonds with a batarang and letting your arms and legs fall free from their cramped position behind you. You groan lightly as he cradles you to his chest, weakly crying out as he justles the many wounds. He loosens the blindfold from your eyes, and your blink up at him a few seconds later, squinting against the light.

Your skin is sticky with blood both your own and not, flecked across the apple of your cheeks. He eyes the burns, the warped and rippled skin that blistered angrily and would surely get infected if not treated soon. He observes the many cages set up in the corner, the one he presumes was yours wide open and empty. He feels sick seeing the dead bodies in the other ones, imagining that it could have been you in there, dead like some caged animal for slaughter.

You make a weak whimper when he stands, and he has half a mind to join Nightwing in beating Ras so badly he'd need to use the pit again.

But he doesn’t.

He rises to his feet with you in his arms, and he calls for a retreat. You cry and moan as he hurries out, Jason and Tim covering your exit while Dick flips into the rafters and out of range of the Demon Head. He wants to fight; he wants to put them in their place for hurting his family. But the moment he had met your eyes again, it was like that day in the alleyway. You had seen him as Batman too that day, but as he laid you hurriedly in the back of the batmobile and patched Oracle in to prep the med bay, he knew that something was different from that night.

Because unlike the day you lost your parents, he had made it in time.

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erwinsvow · 10 months ago

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𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

summary: how you and rafe got started <3

author's note: if i could stop losing my brain cells over rafe cameron for a minute that would be great but i can't so here it is <3 this is mostly cute but in the shea cinematic universe this establishes the beginning of what can only be a hopelessly codependent relationship <3 more parts to come! also none of this would be written without the surge of inspo i get from reading every single one of @princessbrunette's posts but in particular this one, this one, and this<3 one!

now spinning: one of the girls by the weeknd & jennie

Rafe’s always thought you were cute.

Cute, he’d think to himself in passing, on a hot summer day when he was getting ready to take beers from the fridge and go find the boys at the country club. He didn’t need to steal anything, the waitress at the club always gave him whatever drink he asked for, but he just felt like taking them from the house today.

You were dawdling around the house with a bored Sarah, all dressed up with nowhere to go. Sarah was texting on her phone, likely engaging in a virtual fight with Topper. He’d feel bad, but the two of them did it to themselves. You were at the counter with Wheezie, leaning on your elbows while the two of you discussed something. He didn’t really care, until he met your eyes for a second.

Cute. The way you met his eyes and then looked away, face heating up. You were in a bikini and a coverup, probably waiting for his sister before spending the day on the beach or at the pool. The cover up was white and see through, covering everything to the point where no one could see anything but the faint yellow of your bikini underneath.

Leaning on the counter, when you looked away, he got a glimpse into the top of your dress. He could make out little yellow flowers on the material of your bikini and the outline of your tits squeezed against each other.

He grabbed a beer and opened it with his back tooth, spitting the cap out on the counter next to Wheezie’s book.

“Ew, Rafe, get your spit molecules away from my book.”

“Who reads in the summer anyways? You should be glad for my spit if it makes you stop.”

“It’s my summer reading, Rafe, not everyone can just skip their assignments and get away with it.”

“Please, what have I skipped?”

You and Wheezie turn to look at each other and start laughing. He cracks a smile too, unexpectedly.

“Actually, it’s a great book. You’re missing out, Rafe,” you say, with a smile gracing your face, and he realizes he’s never actually heard the sound of your voice. You’ve maybe said hi to him twice, and both times Sarah had dragged you away within seconds. You even sound cute. His name on your tongue sounds even cuter.

“Really? Maybe I need to give it a try.” You laugh again, meeting his eyes this time.

“You can’t have my copy, I already put my annotations in this one-“

“Stop yapping, Wheeze. I’m not gonna take yours.”

“Actually you have a copy in the library upstairs. I borrowed it last summer.”

“Really, kid? Wanna come find it with me?”

Your face heats up so much you turn away. He smiles then, and he smiles again when you follow him up to the library.

“This one is fantastic too, it’s about this young girl in England-” your voice continues to describe the plot of the book in your hand. You shelve it and then your eyes immediately land on another, another classic, another favorite. You ramble off the description but Rafe’s hardly paying attention.

He’s trying to recall when you had become so cute, so pretty. He thinks he’s never noticed you after you walk away with Sarah, or when he walks away from you two lounging on pool chairs, your nose in a book like always.

This is different. When had you become so irresistible?

Your pretty hair falls down your back. It sticks to your neck when the two of you are outside in the sun, in the heat. He has an urge to lick the sweat off just to see how you’d blush and feel how you’d squirm. Your eyes are warm and bright, but you’re still too shy to meet his blue ones, even when it’s just the two of you.

And it has been. Just the two of you, recently, almost all of the time. Sarah’s always off with her stupid friends and Wheeze is at home doing her summer work.

The two of you travel to every ice cream parlor in the eight in the next few weeks. Conversation comes easily, even though you have nothing in common. He hasn’t picked up a bag from his dealer since he started talking to you, he realizes. Hasn’t felt the need to get high.

You’ve never even smoked weed, much less snorted coke. You’ll drink at a party with Sarah, but not too much, and you always end up being the sober friend holding back the vomiting girl’s hair. At the bonfire that he invites you to, your eyes keep darting around, seeing if anyone needs your help.

Rafe moves so he’s standing right in front of you, blocking your view.

“Hey, kid,” he says quietly, leaning in. You’re boxed in, with Rafe and only Rafe on your mind. The clean, attractive scent of his cologne. The way it lingers on his clothes, like the button up you’re wearing over your pink dress.

He picks up the red cup in your hand and places it on the log beside you, balancing his beer next to it. His hands are cold from the bottle but you don’t mind much. He takes your wrists first, holding them in place, and then slides down so your hands are touching.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” You were looking down at the hands, where the two of you were connected, but his voice makes you look up. He’s looking at you, and you want to hide your face. Your fingers twitch beneath Rafe’s grip. He holds on even tighter. “Don’t look away, princess. We gotta work on that, huh?”

You feel your face heating up at the nickname. You wish you were home so you could scream into your pillow.

“Sorry, sorry,” you scramble, trying to look up but you can’t find the strength or the will.

You’re embarrassed. Of course you are—this is Rafe, and you’re just you. Rafe is the one you’ve had a crush on since you knew what crushes were, and you are still the awkward little thing you were the first time you met him.

His gaze burning holes through you makes you want to run and hide. Because this is Rafe, and right now you’re one of his girls. The ones Sarah’s complained about the whole time she’s known you—they get too attached, act all clingy, and then are replaced before long.

You hear Rafe’s quiet laughter. You’re still boxed in, feeling hot and clammy even though he’d given you his button up not thirty minutes ago because you felt cold.

“What’re you saying sorry for?” You look up quickly, and then look back down. Then Rafe’s hands leave yours, and he holds up your chin until you’re looking right into his eyes. “Hmm?”

You feel like puking.

“I-I just, well I just-”

“You just what?”

“I don’t think I can be, um, be one of your flingy, uh fling-type girls. So, you know, maybe all of this isn’t a good idea.”

“Fling-type girls?” he questions. He’s holding back a laugh, which makes you irrationally upset. You shove hard against his chest to free yourself from the cage of his arms.

“Yes, your fling-type girls. You have a new girl on your arm every week, and everyone knows it, and I refuse to be one of them, because it’s just embarrassing and dehumanizing,” he watches you ramble on. He smiles, but you don’t notice. “And frankly, I deserve better than that.”

“Are you done?” You glare back at him.

“Yes, and not because you said that. I was done anyway.”

“Good.” Your face drops for a second, thinking you overstepped and totally overreached regarding his intentions, but then Rafe surprises you—he leans in and kisses you.

You weren’t expecting a playground peck, but the way he’s kissing you completely surpasses any and all expectations (and fantasies) you’d dreamt up. His grip on your hips is hard, and his tongue is almost down your throat. It’s messy, and wet, and when he pulls away, there’s strings of spit connecting you to each other.

You should wipe your mouth before anyone sees, but you don’t. Your heart is racing, and you can barely speak, much less move.

“If I wanted you to be one of my girls, I wouldn’t have spent the last three weeks listening to you blab about books and buying you ice cream. You’re gonna be my only girl, and that’s that, okay?”

You nod dumbly—words and motions still not quite back yet. You feel flushed. People’s eyes are on you both.

“Now, do you wanna head out and go get a cone?” You nod again. “Good girl. And watch your mouth.”

#eeeeeee #im so nervous about this #anyways if you liked it lmk <3 #the characterization is hard fdsjnajfnj #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks

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rowdyluv · 6 months ago

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“He's been a bit of a jerk”

Summary: quinn suddenly ditches his childhood best friend on new years eve when they have spent every NYE together since they were 6. luke saves the night

Warnings: use of y/n and I think one or two uses of y/n/n, only brief mentions of quinn not actually active in fic but substantial to the plot, like has internal dialogue via italics, if I missed anything please let me know

Word Count: 1.8k

requested: yes - “luke pining after Quinn’s best friends and he finally gets the girl.”

Authors Note: edited as may 31, 2024 - if you read before May 31 the word count is now 800 more than it is was previously 🫣

part 2

On the frost-tipped grass, (Y/N) sat beneath a canopy of stars, her back propped against the rough bark of an old oak tree. A light dusting of snow had settled over the ground, transforming the world into a perfect winter wonderland. She shivered, not necessarily from the cold evening, but from the heart wrenching realization that tonight was supposed to go different. It was New Year's Eve, and every year since they were six, she and her childhood best friend, Quinn had celebrated together. But this year, he had up and ditched her last minute. Just like that. He gave her zero explanation and no apology. He had just vanished into the night with his middle brother, leaving her feeling more alone than ever. Which when he left for the NHL was pretty hard to top, yet he somehow managed to do it when he was only somewhere in the same town. The two barely get to see each other anymore as it is. He lives in Vancouver and she lives in Michigan. Quinn flies her out to a few games a season and of course she attends any Canucks vs Redwings games as well as Canucks vs Devils games. However the time the two have available with one another is so restricted at that time, she may as well be just another fan in the arena.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching through the frosted snow. A warm blanket was draped over her shoulders, and a steaming cup of hot chocolate was pressed into her hands. She looked up, her eyes falling on her best friend’s youngest brother, Luke, as he joined her. She briefly looked over his features, his cheeks were already flushed from the growing colder night, but the smile he gave her was warm and genuine.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he whispered as if they were amongst a huge crowd of people and not alone in an empty yard. His voice still highly audible over the silence of the night. "I came out here for a few reasons but one being because I…” Luke’s words ran out into the night. His right hand pulling off his beanie then he was slipping his fingers through his messy curls. A tell tale sign he was nervous about whatever he was about to say. “I wanted to apologize for what Quinn did to you tonight. He had no right to leave you like that. I don’t know what is going on with him and what would make him decide to leave behind the one person who has been consistent for him that isn’t family. The one person in his life that still sees him as Quinn and not as big shot Quinn..” Luke shoved his beanie back on and sighed. He had been looking up at the night sky watching the night clouds move uncovering the stars. “He has been a bit of a jerk here lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to stop him."

(Y/N) smiled weakly at the rambling boy next to her. Her gaze slowly drifting back up to the now clear sky and where the stars were twinkling like Christmas lights. "It's fine, really. I mean, it stung a lot at first, but..." Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged halfheartedly. "I'm just glad you were here tonight." The butterflies in Luke’s stomach flapped back to life and were going insane at her last statement. “Who knows Lukey. Maybe we can start our own tradition together this New Year’s.” Luke was watching her body languagefor any signs of a joke before speaking up. “I wouldn’t mind. It would teach Quinn to ditch someone as special as you.” (Y/N) slightly smiled, still looking up at the stars. “Special? No. Just me Luke.” (Y/N) argued, Luke didn’t want to have the silly argument back and forth. He knew just how special she is. Given the chance he would show her too. After all, a girl like her deserves to be treated, loved, and respected the way she treats, loves, and respects everyone else. (Y/N) was the girl has sought after ever since Luke stopped thinking he was supposed to marry his mom when he was older. Luke shook his head and groaned at her words. “One day (Y/N/N). Just you wait, one day you’ll know just how special you truly are.” He tells her before they fell into another comfortable silent state. His words confidently spilled out. (Y/N) turned her head opposite from Luke so he couldn’t see the true smile she was wearing across her face because of him. She also hoped he couldn’t hear her heartbeat as a result of his words.

The silence stretched between them, as she snuggled further into the blanket, (y/n) suddenly became aware that Luke was only wearing a thin jacket as he shivered. She glanced over at him, her eyes meeting his. "Here," she said, pulling the blanket off from around her shoulders. "You can have this. It's getting kind of cold out here." Luke hesitated for a moment, debating on offering to share the blanket. "No, really. It's fine. I'm warm enough." She shot him a glare. “Luke Warren Hughes. I just saw you shiver.” Her tone, at best, was barely strict. He held eye contact waiting for her to continue, he could practically see the gears turning in her mind. “If you won’t take it for yourself, we will share it.” She says wrapping it around him and snuggling into his side. Luke was trying his best to calm the butterflies and his racing heart. While also fighting the mental battle on if he should shoot his shot at midnight.

(Y/N) is the girl I have wanted for years now. She is right here. Cuddling into my side, a couple moves and I could easily be her new year’s kiss. If she hates it? I just play it off as a friendly new year’s kiss. Her and Quinn have been each other’s midnight kiss before, I can play it off as if I’m filling his shoes if she questions me and she’s angry. I can do this. I can do this. I think I can do this?

As midnight was quickly approaching the air was thick with anticipation between the both of them and more people were gathering outside.

The countdowns echoed throughout the night, each one louder than the last.

Fireworks lit up the sky, casting a multitude of colors over everyone. The fireworks also casting iridescent colors across the blanket of snow on the ground. Making a beautiful picturesque scene.

Luke decided it was definitely now or never. He may not have done it 12am but right now under the colorful display of the many fireworks was perfect. He smiled down at (Y/N), feeling a warmth spread through his chest, for the first time the butterflies in his stomach calmed. He leaned in, his breath fanning her cheek. "Happy New Year, (Y/n)." She felt his lips brush against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. That is when he froze up. Her reaction to his lips barely touching her sent his heart racing. He was scared she was going to send him flying into the snow. Her best friend’s baby brother’s lips just touched her. But she didn’t move. She was waiting? Luke quickly finished his well wishes to her before she snapped out of it, "I hope this year brings you everything you wish for." Her breath caught in her throat as he pulled back, their gazes locked.

“Do it Luke. Her eyes are basically screaming, begging for you to.” why do you have to be in my head now jack dear god please shut up.

In a seconds time he was leaning back in, his left hand making its way softly to the back of her head. His fingers interlacing in her hair. (Y/N)’s breaths were slow and deep awaiting Luke’s next move. “Tell me if this isn’t something you want.” Luke swallows down the anxiety he was feeling. Mentally silencing the jack he hears in his head telling him to go for it. “Because once I do this once.. I’m going to want to do this again and again. Everyday for the next foreseeable future.” Luke’s voice was trembling in want, desire, need. All of his feelings rushing to the forefront of his mind. “Shut up and kiss me Luke.” (Y/N) sighed grasping his face pulling him to her.

As their lips touched, the grand finale of the fireworks show was set off. The energy of the grand finale matching the energy sparking off the two of them. Luke and (y/n)’s kiss was hot enough to melt the snow underneath them. The way their mouths moved in perfect harmony. The small nips Luke made against her bottom lip as he pulled away. It left them both wanting more, needing more.

“Remind me to thank my brother for being an ass.” Luke mumbles against her lips before getting lost in another languid kiss. “Lukey let’s go home. It’s the new year, I’m cold and I also want to thank Quinn, because now I know who the better kisser is...well I’ve not kissed Jack.” She pauses and makes a playful gagging noise. “And because it finally got you to make a move.” Luke’s face went more red than it already was where it was tinged from the cold. “That..what?” He was baffled by her admittance . “I had my assumptions. I’m just happy I wasn’t wrong. Now let’s goooo. I wanna go get in bed and get warm.” (Y/N) sent a wink his way.

She was hinting towards cuddling. But with how fast Luke was grabbing up the blankets that they had been sitting on and were wrapped up in, before grabbing her hand and heading to the car…She is pretty sure his mind went a different direction.

“Quinn now owes me $10, he said you didn’t like me.” (Y/N) says once they were in the car and headed down the road. “You two had a bet on if I had a crush on you or not?” Luke laughed while asking. “No we had a bet on if you even liked me as a person. Because you avoided me. He’s going to be so shocked to know that you like-like me.” She clarifies with a giggle when she says ‘like-like’. Luke rolls his eyes at the thought of his older brother being naive enough to believe he didn’t like his best friend. “So back to what you said earlier tonight…Same thing and same place next new year’s?” Luke asks her. She nods with a smile. “New tradition, with you. Starting this year.” (Y/N) confirms with a nod. “Only maybe we hang out inside until right before midnight.” She adds grabbing for Luke’s hand to wrap both of her freezing ones around. The two sat in a comfortable silence stealing quick glances, with smiles plastered across their faces, and glimmers in their eyes the rest of the way to the Hughes home.

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aemondapologistfrfr · 3 months ago

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What the Gods Gave Us

fancast!benji blackwood x targ!fem!reader

apocalypse asoiaf/f&b au

Summary: The Gods chose their own side during the dance of the dragons and decided to cast the realm into winter and death. Only three dragons remain alive to see the fruition of Aegon the Conquers dream.

Warnings: 18+ mentions of death, death, swearing, blood, fingering, p in v, heavy au, plot heavy

Authors Note: a request from @chainsawsangel that I absolutely got carried away with :) in reality I should’ve made this multiple parts but fuck that we gots to see it thru

Word Count: 9k just be chill about it

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When the dance began the Gods looked down upon us and frowned. They cast the world into winter and allowed death to come from above the wall. No one was spared from what broke down the barrier in the north and came flooding through. It didn’t happen slowly. In under a week the entire realm was cast in snow and bitter winds. Sicknesses wiped out entire houses. Noble and low born families alike were torn apart and scattered across the wastelands that used to once be the great seven kingdoms of Westeros.

Winter took our entire family and most of our dragons. The only remaining Targaryens in this world are me and my two brothers. When the snow started sticking our mother sent us and our dragons to hide within the crumbling walls of Harrenhal. The only place that seems to be untouched from decay here is the weirwood. Its eyes follow us as we walk across the grounds as it pours buckets of blood from its eyes. There’s an old kind of magic about this fallen castle that deters the white walkers from entering.

The only other living creature here is Alys Rivers who only speaks in riddles and hides herself away in her chambers with her potions and ramblings. We try to avoid her but we’ve made her an honorary member of our family. She cooks and cares for us and we offer her protection and go out and get supplies. Today’s supply run has us traveling to Ironmans bay. She’s seeking a specific plant that only grows on the coast of the Iron Islands.

“Why must I stay here with her?” Luke whines pleading with me and Jace to come with.

“You are young and so is your dragon. We’re not risking it. Taking two dragons out is as big of a calling card that we can deal with.” Jaces voice does not falter as he orders Luke to stay.

“Mother said we’re supposed to stick together.” Luke looks between the both of us with sad eyes.

“We always come back.” I cup his cheek hoping to offer him comfort.

“Please come back.” Luke’s eyes water as he pulls us into a hug.

It’s never my want to leave him behind but I would much rather have him here than out there with us. Jace and I cover ourselves with white fur and leave the main hall. Our dragons chuff to us as we mount and take to the skies. We always fly in the clouds if we’re able. We don’t want to announce our moves during these trying times. We fly over countless pyres. I’m thankful our word got out that the one way to kill these things is fire and we have the biggest weapon against them.

The flight to the coast is quick and freezing. We land on the shores and pull out a rough drawing of the plant that Alys gave us. Jace curses under his breath and kicks the snow away. It took a lot of convincing on my end for him not to kill or kick Alys out of Harrenhal when we first arrived. He’s been so angry at the world and I get it. I’m living in this frozen hell with him and I’m slowly losing hope as the moons pass.

“I don’t care about her stupid fucking plants. We could be using our time differently.” he crosses his arms standing next to Vermax.

“Using our time to do what Jace? What else could we possibly be doing? If you want to go sulk around that crumbling castle then go.” my voice rises with my anger.

His breath clouds in front of him as he sighs and begins to look for the plants we’re here for. I hear a groan of string and wood and fall to the ground as I hear the arrow coast through the breeze. I turn and see Jace rising from the ground unsheathing his sword. I turn and see a handful of men running towards us and another bursts out from the tree line and starts cutting them down one by one. Jace and I look to each other before we turn back to the man who was so ready to lay his life down for us.

“That’s close enough.” Jace raises his blade to the man walking towards us who stops and falls to one knee.

“I swore fealty to your mother and that extends to her children as well. My sword is yours.” he bows his head and I turn to Jace.

“What do we need your fealty for? What do you think we’re ruling over? Death and decay?” the man’s head pulls up as he looks beyond as at our dragons.

“If anyone could bring the realm back together it would be the dragons. It was word from your mouths that fire will kill them no?” he rises to his full height.

“What is it that you want?” Jaces voice calls over to him.

“Shelter and safety. These Bracken cunts slaughtered the last of my men. I’ve been hunting them down for days now.” he turns to them and lets sparks rain upon them as their bodies go up in flame.

“And what is your name?” I raise my chin looking him over.

“Benjicot Blackwood.” he bows his head once more.

“What is it that you can offer us if we take you with us?” I ask assessing him.

“I have no dragon or dragon flame but I have a sword and flint and they offer the same results.” he holds his sword out with both hands offering it to us.

“I say we burn him and leave.” Jace says from my side and my eyes bulge.

“Why would we do that? He’s just one person. Surely we can use his hands and sword.” I try to reason with him.

“I’m sure you would like to use his sword.” he sneers at me and it takes all my strength not to punch him in the face.

“I will cut your tongue out if you speak to me like that again.” I hiss back to him.

“If you want him then search him and see if your dragon will allow him to ride back with you. I’m not dealing with this.” he waves me off and walks back to his dragon.

“Alright, let’s go.” I nod my head for Benjicot to come to me. “I will search your pack and person and then we will see if my dragon will allow you to ride him and then we’ll go back to where we stay.” I hold out my hand expectantly.

“Where is it that you stay?” he hands me his pack and my hands stop searching as I see the plants Alys is looking for.

“What are you doing with these plants?” I look to him with scrunched brows.

“They help staunch the never ending hunger.” he tilts his head.

“Very well, do you have anything on your person that I need to be concerned about?” I close the bag and toss it back to him.

“You can come let your hands roam all over me and find out for yourself.” he smirks unabashed. “The only thing you might find concerning is how much you enjoy it.” I gasp at his words as a laugh falls from my lips.

“You are very bold.” I offer him a smile of my own as I feel my body heat. “Let’s see if you get to come home with me or become a meal for my dragon.” I hum and he chuckles lowly walking to my side.

My dragon looks over him licking his teeth. I don’t know if it’s boldness or lack of care for his life but he walks up to my dragon and holds his hands out. My dragon seems as taken aback as I am and looks to me and huffs. I shrug my shoulders and walk past Benjicot to his wing.

“Well are you coming, Benjicot?” I turn raising my eyebrow to him.

“You can call me Benji.” he smiles walking to my side with confidence in his step.

Vermax and Jace shoot to the skies and we’re close behind them. Benji holds onto my sides tightly and I welcome in the extra warmth. The chill goes to the bone once the sun begins to set and I’m thankful for our quick flight back to our crumbling fortress. Benji slides down after me and Jace scoffs before strutting into the main doors.

“You’ve found the plants.” she looks to Benji and I look to her confused but not surprised that she knew of Benji from all her self proclaimed premonitions that I’m starting to believe more of everyday.

“This is-“

“Benjicot.” Alys nods her head taking his pack and disappearing with it leaving us confused.

“She’s an interesting woman.” Benji says chuckling.

“Who is this?” Luke bounds down the stairs and looks to Benji.

“Benji Blackwood. We found him wandering.” I offer.

“Jace isn’t happy.” Luke says looking to me.

“I’m well aware.” I roll my eyes and turn to Benji. “Come let’s find you a room.” he trails after me as we walk deeper into the castle.

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It has been just over a moon since we brought Benji back and Jace hasn’t gotten anymore welcoming. Luke on the other hand has taken a liking to him and it warms my heart to see Luke smile and laugh again. I want this for Jace but I don’t think he wants it for himself and that’s why he closes in on himself. I keep wanting to talk to Jace about Benjis words to us when we first met him. How us and our dragons could bring the realm back together. I talk about this a lot with Benji and he’s told me that there are survivors out there who believe this as well. I’ve been thinking about this nonstop and even have entertained the idea with Alys.

“What do you propose?” Alys hums as I sit at the stone table while she’s crushing plants.

“I don’t know. Something. We can’t possibly live like this forever. There has to be something we can do.” I try to search her eyes for any clue of to what she’s thinking.

“The Gods are angry.” she offers me an unsettling smile.

“They’ve taken it out on the realm what else is there left for them to take?” I ask exasperated.

“They can take anything they please.” she hums moving around the table.

“There has to be something we can do to change the tides. Are we not of the line that is supposed to end this war? Is the song of ice and fire truly just a tale?” I nibble on my bottom lip and she turns quickly to me.

“So you know?” she raises an eyebrow.

“Of the dream, yes, but what are we to do? There’s only three of us.” I sigh rubbing my forehead.

“Return to Dragonstone and retrieve the glass.” her words ominous.

“What glass?” I ask tilting my head.

“Beneath the castle. You’ll know it when you find it.” she waves me off. “Bring both of your brothers and Benjicot.” she adds as I exit.

As I walk up the stairs to find them my mind races with the confirmation Alys just gave me. I know Jace is going to scold me but I truly believe this with my being. I find Jace and Luke lounging in front of the great hearth. Benji is sat on the other side of the room near the window gazing out. I call Benji over near the fire and begin to tell them of my conversation with Alys and what we must do.

“You’re just as mad as her if you think I’m coming with you.” Jace scoffs at me.

“This is our chance to try and set things right. We’re the last dragons. Mother told us of the song of ice and fire and you want to ignore that? Winter is here. She chose you as her heir for a reason. Start acting like it.” I rise along with my temper.

“You think a story will save us now?” he tosses his head back and laughs.

“There’s no harm in trying, we either sit here and starve to death or try to do something. We can find the other survivors, unite the realm once more. We can kill these things, brother. We can set the realm back to how it was supposed to be, together, as a family.” I plead with him trying to show him reason.

“Do you include your stray in our family now?” he shoots Benji a dirty look.

“My stray has a name and he has been nothing but kind to you. Why do you despise him so much?” I shake my head at his ridiculousness.

“Because he feeds your obsession about saving the realm when it’s already a frozen wasteland beyond repair.” Jace turns to Luke for support who avoids his eyes. “Oh you believe this too?” he chuckles to himself at a loss.

“What harm will it cause to go home for one day. Remember what used to be, what could be again.” Luke speaks softly.

“One day.” Jace says looking to me.

“Just one.” I nod my head.

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The stone walls have never felt more cold than they do now in this abandoned castle. The wind seems to whisper as we pass through the empty halls sharing the story of our downfall. This once great castle brimming with life and happiness now offers us a cold embrace. Our dragons rumble beneath the floors from the pits and I allow myself to remember how lively these halls once were. Our home taken by fate.

“I’m going to my chambers. Let me know when you’ve found what you’re looking for so we can get off this freezing rock.” Jace bounds up the stairs out of sight.

“Go after him.” I nod to Luke not wanting Jace to feel so alone and unheard. I sigh pulling my furs around me. Benji walks over to me and rubs his hands on my arms trying to warm me up some.

“Do you think I sound crazy, Benji?” I look to him with furrowed brows.

“We walk alongside death, Princess. I don’t think there’s anything crazy about wanting for something better.” he offers me a reassuring smile.

“Then we must go to the pits.” I turn walking to the stairs.

I hear him a step behind me and smile. Benji stops to light a torch for us and we enter the dark cave. I get us quickly to the bottom and we start through the small tunnels. I plunge us deeper as the air gets cooler. The torch catches on an opening showing us something dark and glossy. A smile spreads across my face as I take in the shimmering rock.

“Dragon glass.” I turn to Benji.

“How much does she want?” he asks looking at the massive trove in front of us.

“I’m assuming as much as us our dragons can carry.” I crane my neck to see the extent of the obsidian walls.

“Do you think Jace will carry some?” he asks my thoughts out loud.

“I will make him. I believe in this and him. He is King even if he doesn’t speak it.” my voice hushed. “Do you think if he calls the survivors will answer?” I look to him as he looks at me with admiration.

“Who would be bold enough not to answer the dragons call?” he chuckles. “I believe in what you say. You are a good sister, a good person, to keep faith in him when he doesn’t even have it for himself.” his words have me thanking Alys for sending me to find those plants.

“Thank you, Benji.” my voice barely a whisper as I look to him.

“You are strong and resilient and any smart man knows there’s always a woman holding the realm together.” his words cause a welcome warmth to my cheeks.

“I fear the realm has fallen apart.” I look away.

“You didn’t set that in motion. You are helping reclaim and rebuild. You will never have to carry that weight alone as long as I breathe.” my eyes see the sincerity across his features.

“Thank you, Benji.” I cup his cheek before leading us out of the caves once more to find my brothers.

They both groan at diving into the pits with me and Benji but follow nonetheless. Their eyes alight with wonder as they look around the obsidian cave. Jace places a hand on one of the rocks jutting from the ground and a warm breeze comes from deep within the ground. Just as quick as the warmth spreads it is replaced with ice.

“What is it you want me to do?” Jace turns to me.

“We need to mine as much of this as we can and bring it back with us.” I search Jaces face to see his mood.

“This seems as if it will take more than the day I was promised.” Jace sighs.

“We can figure it out. We can get you and Vermax loaded up first and you can go back to Harrenhal tonight if you want.” my eyes pleading.

“I can stay and help.” a smile starts to spread across my face. “Don’t get too excited.” he glares at me and I have to bite my lip from smiling even wider.

“Let’s go find some tools and start moving this out of the caves.” I nod my head leading us to the armory.

As I push the doors to the armory open the castle seems to let out a breath it was holding since before this never ending winter. We all walk in and look around to find tools and carts. On the center table I spot two swords and a dagger with a parchment containing our mother’s handwriting. I call Jace and Luke over as we read her last words to us.

My sweet children-

Should you find this letter and our family blades it means you know what must be done now. My father always believed the song of ice and fire to be true and now I see that it is. The realms fate is left to you three. Jacaerys, I leave you Catspaw, the blade passed down to heirs over the years. Luke, my sweet boy, I leave you Blackfyre, do not allow anyone to underestimate you. Y/n, I leave you Dark Sister, that has been wielded by the strongest of us. Get the dragon glass and call the realm together. I’m sorry I’ve left this burden on you three. I love you, you were always the best of me.

-Mother

We look to each other with tear filled eyes and hold on to one another tightly. We sniffle and settle our breathing before nodding to one another. As we all grab for the blades we feel another warm breeze kiss across our faces. We turn and see Benji staring at us in awe. He shakes his head at a loss and falls to his knee.

“The remaining dragons shall save us and cast the winter out of the realm.” he bows his head to us.

“Rise, Benji. We have work to do.” Jace nods his head and I try to hide my smile that he called Benji by his name for the first time.

We begin to pick up axes and shovels and toss them into carts. We make our way back down to the caves with a new sense of purpose. The next couple of hours are filled with grunts and curses at the hard rock. We take turns carting it to our dragons who look at us curiously as they curl up together. The energy we’re exuding actually has us hot for once and we take a break to walk the grounds. We end up standing in front of the weirwood as it stares back at us. The blood tears seem to still be ever flowing but less than what we’ve seen at Harrenhal.

We decide to rest for the night and go about sourcing wood for a fire. After splitting up the frozen soup Alys sent us with we heat it over a fire in the main hall. We eat silently and quickly ready to sleep and start tomorrow anew. We each grab some wood and part ways and head for our chambers. As I’m making my way to my chambers I notice Benji is still trailing after me.

“Where are you going?” I turn and raise an eyebrow to him.

“To your chambers?” he tilts his head as if it was obvious.

“I don’t remember inviting you.” I chuckle shaking my head.

“It’s cold. We should share a bed. It’s the smart thing to do.” the smile that spreads across his face is serpentine.

“Where is this concern when we’re at Harrenhal?” I smile before continuing down the hall to my chambers.

“Are you asking me to move into your chambers with you?” he purrs quickening his pace to walk at my side.

“We’ll see how tonight goes.” I hum as I push my chamber doors open and sigh at the familiar sight.

“If there’s anything you need or want of me don’t hesitate to ask.” he says lowly before going to the stone hearth and starting a fire.

“Let’s move the mattress next to the hearth.” I toss the wood on the floor along with my bags.

“Mm, how romantic.” he rises from the hearth and looks down to me.

“It’s so we can be warmer.” I glare up at him.

“I’ll keep you warm, don’t worry.” he strokes the side of my cheek before stepping around me and walking to the bed. I turn to him with red cheeks and cross my arms. “Stop pouting and come help me.” he chuckles.

I flare my nostrils and walk over to my bed. I push my blankets and furs to the center and grab the edge of the bed to lift it. Benji lifts his side and we drop it on the ground a couple feet back from the hearth. I turn and look around my chambers taking them in. I never thought I would see these walls again. I pull Dark Sister from its sheath and place it on the table and look upon it.

“A powerful weapon for a powerful woman.” Benji comes from behind me and looks over my shoulder.

“I hope I’m not sending us all to our doom.” I whisper turning to him.

“If you are, I will gladly stand by your side.” his voice doesn’t carry its usual playful demeanor.

“Do you think we can do it?” I search his eyes.

“I do.” he nods his head. “It will be hard but we’ve endured this far.” we slowly begin to lean into each other’s body heat.

“Thank you for believing in me and not thinking I’m crazy.” I look up to him as our chests are almost touching.

“I never said I didn’t think you were crazy, I said your idea wasn’t crazy.” a smile splits across his face and I push him back.

“You’re such an asshole, you can-“

He pulls me into a rough kiss and I completely forget why I was angry. He pushes his tongue into my mouth and my arms wrap around his back holding him to me. One of his hands tangles into my hair holding my lips against his. His other hand holds my lower back molding me to him. We stay tangled in each other until we both pull back panting.

“What were you saying?” he says lowly with his smirk back on his face.

“Now I’m saying you’re an arrogant asshole and you can find somewhere else to sleep.” I glare up to him before looking at his lips and he chuckles catching the movement.

“Want to try again and sound like you mean it?” his words taunting me.

“Benji,” I warn huffing.

“Hm?” he licks his lips and I roll my eyes at him brushing past him to the mattress.

His hand reaches out and grabs my arm. He turns me towards him. I look up to him expectantly waiting for him to say or do something. I relent and start to reach up to capture his lips once more, over his games and he tips his head up making me chase his lips out of my reach.

“I didn’t take you as such a tease. Or maybe you can’t get it hard?” I try to pull my arm out of his grasp but he just tightens his fingers.

When he captures my lips this time it’s bruising and takes my breath away. His hands begin to pull off my clothes. When his rough hands meet my flesh I gasp into his mouth. I start to push off his clothes and he helps quicken the process. When our skin presses together I sigh at the warmth. We don’t separate as we fall to the mattress in a clash of tongues and teeth. He kisses down my jaw and I arch up into him gasping as I feel his hardened length slide against my wetness.

“Benji,” I mewl as he rubs against my bud.

“Hush,” he says before pushing into me.

My breath catches at the stretch of him. He chuckles looking at my scrunched brows as I squirm beneath him. He slowly starts to rock into me until my moans become broken. His hips snap into mine and I feel my pleasure begin to coil. As he wraps my legs around his waist he starts a brutal pace. I throw my head back into the pillow as my hips meet his. I come undone around him and he grunts but keeps his pace.

“Is my cock hard enough for you, Princess?” he dips down to whisper in my ear as he continues to rut into me.

“Yes, Benji please,” I cry out feeling my high quickly approaching again.

Our breaths come out in pants as we chase our highs. He rolls his hips into me and I whimper as he brushes against my sensitive bud. His trusts begin to falter as I start to pulse around him. He stills as I feel his warmth fill me. He brings his lips to mine as we still try to catch our breath. He rolls off of me placing one more kiss on my forehead. He pulls the furs over us and pulls me to his chest.

“Do you still think I’m an asshole?” I roll my eyes and turn over putting my back to him.

“I must’ve not fucked you hard enough if you’re still pouting.” he pulls me back to his chest.

“I’m limited on options.” as the words leave my mouth his hand lands on my backside hard making me jolt into him.

“Go to bed before I decide you don’t need any sleep.” his voice low as we hold each other tightly to ward off the cold.

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Over the past three days we’ve been able to collect as much dragon glass as our dragons can carry. I’m thankful to finally get back to Harrenhal because we’re low on food and supplies. As we make our way to our dragons my brother and I look back at our home. None of us are brave enough to say goodbye or even to express hope to return again someday. We know the path ahead now is victory or peril.

The flight back to Harrenhal feels as if it takes forever. Once we land Alys sweeps out through the main gates and looks us all over. She assesses the dragon glass and nods in approval at the amount we got. She ushers us inside and pours us tea and hot soup.

“I’ve begun sending word around the realm that their King calls for them.” she says this as if it’s just another daily task.

“Alys,” Jace sighs. “What was the message? We should’ve planned this together.” he shakes his head.

“This has been planned long before you were born, boy. I’ve been waiting for you to stop throwing your tantrums to start moving the plans into place.” Alys turns to him with a motherly tone.

“And where are you calling these survivors to rally?” Jace sets his spoon down completely abandoning his soup.

“Winterfell, of course.” Alys tosses over her shoulder before returning to her poultices.

“Are there any survivors that far north?” Luke asks shaking his head.

“The one who carries Ice still lives.” she doesn’t even deign to turn around.

“How is it that you know all this? The ravens don’t carry messages anymore.” I ask my eyes boring into her back.

“There’s another raven that still carries messages if you know how to listen. The trees whisper too, I’m surprised you haven’t heard them.” she hums absentmindedly.

“I need proof that there is reason for us to pack up and go north. The winds are surely deadly that far up.” Jace takes a sip of tea.

“Then follow me.” Alys’ skirts swish out of the hall and we all get up and trail after her. She takes us out to the Godswood and we stand in front of the crying weirwood. “Do any other of you have a lack of faith in the song of ice and fire?” she turns and assesses us.

I turn to look at Luke and Benji and they both seem contented that the song is absolute certainty. We all turn to Jace who has a pout back on his face still not convinced. Alys smiles and gestures for him to come closer. She reaches for his hand and he reluctantly gives it to her. When she places his hand on the tree it feels as if the sun is shining on us for the first time in moons. When I look up I still see the same overcast sky and sigh.

Jace has gone completely still as the blood flows over his hands. His eyes are watering as his features go blank. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain but I’m still concerned for him nonetheless. I go to rest my hand on him and Alys stops me.

“Do not interrupt this. He’ll be fine.” she whispers and I step back to Benji and Luke.

Luke clings to me as we wait for Jace to come back to the present. The minutes drag on for what feels like hours. Benji comes to my other side and rests his head on my shoulder and I drink in his warmth. We huddle together and our spines straighten as Jace inhales deeply.

“It’s true.” he turns to us with tears streaming down his face as he pulls us into a hug.

“What happened?” I pull back so I can assess him.

“I saw.” his voice still far off. “I saw everything.” he pulls Catspaw from his belt and holds it between us.

“To Winterfell?” I search his eyes.

“To Winterfell.” Jace nods and walks past us back into the crumbling castle with a new found sense of purpose.

“What of you, Alys?” I turn to her and she smiles.

“I will be there should you need me.” she hums walking past us into the castle after Jace.

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We stop every night on the way to Winterfell. Our dragons can only handle the chill for so long. We have them scorch the lands around us encircling us in a wall of flame. We are hoping to see some of the survivors Alys has talked about but the road has been silent. We curl up on the frozen ground clinging to one another for warmth. Sleep only offers us a reprieve for a couple of hours before we’re back in the wind.

“How much longer?” Luke whines as he hugs onto Arrax.

“If we push through we could make it a couple hours after moonrise.” Jace hums trying to see how we feel.

“We can load up on furs. If Arrax can support him I’ll send Benji with you to help keep the chill off.” I nod trying to get us to Winterfell as soon as possible. I don’t know if we can survive another night outside in these temperatures, no matter how much fire our dragons supply.

“You don’t have to baby me, Y/n.” Luke groans rolling his eyes at me.

“You are a baby, Luke.” Jace laughs and I look to him with a smile of my own. I haven’t heard his genuine laugh in so long.

We decide on giving Luke as many of our furs that he could wear and still see. Arrax didn’t take too kindly to Benji and we didn’t want to stress anyone out. I give him more furs than Jace because I’ll have Benji behind me to help retain my heat. We mount the dragons and push forward to Winterfell.

As the sun sets behind the clouds the temperature drops almost instantly. My muscles tense as I lean back into Benji. He opens his jacket and pulls me against his chest. He buries his head into my neck and I feel my body heat as his hair tickles me. He offers soft kisses to my neck that help distract me as the wind bites.

As the hours drag by my body begins to shake trying to make its own heat. I look worriedly to my brothers who are probably in the same state and they don’t have someone to offer them extra warmth. I bury my head in my hands trying to regain feeling on my cheeks and nose.

“We’re about an hour out. Once we’re in our chambers I’ll make sure you’re so hot you’ll be begging to go roll in the snow.” his words brush my ears and my entire body heats. I lean back appreciatively and excited about the warmth he’s offering.

I fill my mind with thoughts of the man behind me and soon the blush on my face is heating my extremities. His arms wrap tighter around me as if he’s doing the same thing. Our bodies mend together pulling heat from one another. The walls of Winterfell finally come into view and I let out a choked sob. I see there are torches lit and it looks as if the integrity of this castle has still remained intact. Our dragons land inside the gates and burn the ground before us and I sigh in relief at the warmth as it licks at us.

“Welcome back, Your Grace.” a northern man with a large sword down his back approaches us.

“Lord Stark.” Jace nods his head before they laugh and hug each other.

“I’mglad that you guys are reunited but I would like to be reunited with warmth.” I say with a bite in my voice as Benji laughs next to me.

“Of course,” Cregan nods his head and we enter the warm halls quickly.

“How is this the warmest place we’ve been in moons?” I sigh bringing my hands to the fire.

“It was built to withstand the winter. After all, it’s always winter up here, Princess.” Cregan smiles to me. “We also have hot springs that should help you defrost and if that doesn’t help I’m sure we could find another way.” he chuckles as my red cheeks and Benji comes up to my side promptly.

“We would love to try the hot springs.” Benji smiles to Cregan before wrapping his arm around me. Cregan brushes this off and walks back over to Jace and Luke. He leads us to the guest chambers. Benji tells him that he’s sharing with me and I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

“Then I guess I won’t offer you a place in my chambers.” Cregan leans down and whispers into my ear. As he pulls back my cheeks are tinted and Benji is fuming next to me. “Someone will be up here shortly to bring you to the hot springs.” he smirks at me before shutting the door.

“Are you serious?” Benji turns me towards him.

“What?” I tilt my head still flushed from Cregans words.

“You’re lucky I didn’t take you in front of him.” he growls pulling me to him.

“Benji,” I gasp as he starts pulling my furs off. “It was harmless.” he starts to pull off my shirt and I bite my lip as his hands find my skin.

“Harmless? He all but asked you to fuck in front of me.” he says through his teeth as he lifts my shirt off.

“He did not.” I say hushed as his hands slide up my bare skin.

“What did he say that had you blushing?” he fingers brush against my nipples and a whimper falls from my mouth.

“He said,” I gasp as he pinches one of my nipples. “He said he was going to offer me a place in his chambers.” my hands rest on his arms as he continues to fondle across my chest.

“Is that what you want?” I shake my head at his words. “Tell me whose bed you want to be in.” his voice low as his hand dips beneath my waistband.

“Benji,” I cling to him as his fingers spread my wetness.

“Go find a robe.” I whine as he removes his hand. “Someone should be here to bring us to the hot springs soon.” he leaves me squeezing my thighs together.

I huff and walk over to the wardrobe hoping there was something left. I sigh thankful that there are some robes left over. I slide my trousers down my legs and quickly wrap myself in the robe. I turn and toss Benji a robe and try not to let my eyes linger on his exposed torso. He starts to unlace his trousers and I look to him with low lids as he chuckles at me. He slides them off and I squeeze my thighs once more taking in the length of him. There’s a knock on the door and Benji is quickly slipping the robe on and walking to the door.

“It seems as if I’m the only one left awake to take you both.” Cregan takes up our doorway and I internally groan.

“Mm, of course.” Benji exhales grabbing my hand and pulling me to his side.

The walk through the castle is silent and I can feel Benjis frustration pouring off of him. I squeeze his hand to try and get him to focus on anything else but he keeps his eyes focused on Cregans back. We start down a stone staircase and as we enter the cavern I sigh as the warm air kisses my face. I see that there’s more than enough space for the three of us to be here comfortably. I walk past them both and begin to dip into the water. Once my bottom half is in the water I slip off my robe and sink beneath and let out a breathy moan.

I close my eyes as I let the hot water soothe my muscles. I sink lower into the water and I feel it ripple next to me. I peek an eye open and see that Benji has claimed a seat next to me. The water shifts again and I see that Cregan has also gotten in. I sit back up and feel the tension in the water and roll my eyes. Benjis hand falls to my thigh and my head snaps to him.

“So are you guys together?” Cregans voice carries across the stone walls and I groan knowing this will set Benji off.

“Yes.” he says as his fingers grip on my thigh spreading them open.

“Mm, how long?” Cregan looks to me as Benjis fingers slide to my core.

“Couple moons now.” I try to keep my voice steady as he swirls around my bud.

“Where did you find her?” Cregan shifts to Benji and I’ve never been more thankful as he dips a finger into me.

“Near the Iron Islands. I saved her and Jace from some Bracken beasts.” Benji narrows his eyes at Cregan as he pushes a second finger into me and a moan slips out. I try to cover it by clearing my throat but I can tell Cregan caught it.

“Do you both need some privacy?” Cregan chuckles at my red cheeks and Benji keeps pushing his fingers into me.

“If you wouldn’t mind.” Benji uses a patronizing tone. “She’s been begging for my cock since we started the journey here.” he chuckles and I snap my head to him ready to scold him until his thumb rubs against my bud and I’m hoping that Cregan will leave soon because I can’t contain the whimpers leaving my lips.

“Treat her well. Or I will.” Cregan chuckles again before standing out of the water unabashed. Benji starts moving his fingers faster and I try to close my legs around his hand.

“Benji.” I mewl as he continues with his motions.

“She’s content here.” Benji chuckles waving Cregan off.

“Are you done now?” I pant at Benji.

“Not even close.” he growls as he flips me so my chest is against the cool stone. “Gunna fuck you here because I know he’s listening on the stairs.” he breathes into my neck as he lifts my hips.

“You sound paranoid.” I turn to look at his dark eyes as I spread my legs open for him.

“I don’t care.” he pushes into me in one movement and I rest my cheek against the stone.

Moans begin pouring from my lips as the water laps against us. His pace is quick and I have no hope of covering the curses and whines that fall from my mouth. The second his fingers brush against my bud my body goes taught. He continues to push into me as my high spreads through me. My hips push back into his as I continue to chase more pleasure.

“You like when I fuck you like a common whore?” he pulls me up against him and wraps his fingers around my neck.

“Fuck, Benji, please,” I whine as my chest heaves.

The hand that he has supporting my waist goes to my bud and I contract around him as my pleasure washes through me. I feel his thrusts get sloppy as he begins to fill me. He slips out of me quickly pulling a moan from my lips. I brace my hands on the stone as I catch my breath.

“When you’re ready we’re going back up to our chambers and I’m gunna fuck you until he knows you’re mine.” he sits back and I nod to him with flushed cheeks.

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It’s been almost a moon since we’ve landed in Winterfell and the amount of survivors showing up is astonishing. We have a large camp circled around the walls that grow larger by the day. As more people arrive we give them dragon glass to shape into weapons of their choice. We’ve had confirmation dragon glass works on the white walkers and everyone seems relieved to have finally confirmed this theory.

“When do we march north? Or are we staying here? What is the plan?” I look to Jace as I sprawl across his couch. Benji and Luke are sat at the table and look to Jace ready for his commands.

“We fight here. He will come to us in the end.” Jace nods and goes to look out the window at the growing host around us.

“Who will come?” Luke asks nibbling his lip.

“The night King. We kill him and this ends. We go home.” his voice seems far away and we look to each other with confused brows.

“You’re starting to sound like Alys, brother.” I chuckle and he turns to me with a smile.

“Surprisingly, I don’t take offense.” he smiles sitting on a chair across from me. “I saw him beginning to march here. He has a large host of white walkers with him that he has no care if they live or die. We’re fighting for something. We have a reason and purpose. Fate is on our side. He will be here during the hour of the wolf.” he turns to look at Luke and Benji.

“Tonight?” Benji asks taken aback.

“Yes, so get some rest. We either come out victorious or die.” Jace rises nodding to us.

Benji, Luke, and I leave Jaces chambers to go and find a couple hours of sleep. We drop Luke off at his chambers and I hug him tightly and kiss his head. We make our way back to our chambers and collapse to the bed. We simply hold each other and curl up under the covers basking in each other’s warmth.

I sit up in bed as a loud horn is blown. Benji is looking out the window and I rise and go to his side. The castle seems to be surrounded by flame as I see a white mass headed for us. I turn back to the chambers trying to wake myself up quicker. I start to pull on my armor and sheath Dark Sister at my side. I turn back to Benji who is holding his hand out to me.

“Are you ready?” I ask him slipping my hand into his.

“I am. With the three dragons burning from above we will be able to be victorious on the ground.” he nods to me. We make our way to the main hall and see the remaining leaders gathered. On approach I see Alys coming out of a dark hall.

“What are you doing here?” I look to her confused.

“Making sure you both were awake for this war. They need you.” she nods us over to the conversation being held.

“My siblings and I will be in the skies burning as many as we can without burning our own men. This is our last stand. We have all of the tools we need to succeed. It’s now or never. May the Gods choose our side.” Jaces voices carries throughout the hall and I tear up hearing him speak so confidently.

“A word sister?” Jace nods his head to the corner where Luke is waiting for us. “I wanted to tell you what I saw when I touched that tree. I saw us all here. Making the prophecy come true. Everything we have done has led us right here. We can reclaim this realm and break it free from the icy grasp of the Gods. It will be a new age for us. These men and women believe in us and will follow us even to their death.” his words cause my heart to tighten knowing no matter how much dragon flame and glass we use we will still suffer losses.

“I will follow you even if it means my death, my King.” I lower my head and I see Luke do the same at my side.

“You both will live. I can’t do this without you. Together we will revive the Golden Age.” his words capture my breath.

We all embrace and begin to walk out of the hall. Benji returns to my side and walks with us to our dragons. I make sure he’s armed with as many dragon glass weapons as his person can carry. I look up to him unable to help the worry written across my face. He smoothes my brow before placing his lips softly on mine.

“If you die tonight, I won’t let them burn you. I’ll keep you as my white walker pet or something.” I pull back and look to him with furrowed brows and he barks out a laugh.

“I’ll try my best to stay alive.” he smiles down at me. “But it seems as if I’ll see you after regardless.” he kisses me once more and disappears into the sea of men and women.

I sigh and turn to my dragon and see my brothers also talking to their dragons. I hug around my dragons neck and he lets out soft chuffs. Jace looks to Luke and nods and offers me the same motion. I begin to mount and once I’m settled and clipped into my saddle I turn back to my brothers once more. Jace and Vermax shoot into the sky and his dragon alights the sky with dragon flame. Luke and I fly up in unison our dragons spitting flame and washing the world in red for a couple moments.

Our dragons cry out and we dip down aiming for the approaching white hoard. We all separate and bathe the undead in a fiery bath. A horn is heard from behind us and we hear the war cries from our host as they clash with the dead. A cool wind sweeps down from the north and I gasp as the world is cast in a blizzard. Our dragons cry out at being blinded and spit fire around the skies hoping to find a break.

My heart beats wildly as my dragon and I try to find our way to the ground. He dives down spraying flame to clear our path and once we land we’re engulfed in flame as Luke lands next to me. White walkers approach us an instant later and our dragons call out as we’re surrounded. Luke and I dismount and pull our blades. There’s no time for hesitation as we begin swinging. Where our blade lands death follows and our dragons finish them with flame. I risk a glance into the skies for Jace and shake my head as I see nothing.

This has to work. It couldn’t have all been for nothing. All of the death and loss had to have meant something. My emotions pour into Dark Sister as I begin to court death. I hear Lukes grunts from a couple feet away as he’s engaged in a dance with two white walkers. I gape as he cuts them both down and doesn’t falter before he moves to the next. Pride surges in my chest as I focus on the walkers in front of me. As I swing my blade the blizzard begins to let up and I can finally see the host around us and see we’re not too far from the walls.

The sun begins to rise washing the word in the normal gray as we continue to fight. I take small glances at the force around us and allow myself to smile as I see that a majority of us are still standing. I push off the walkers and run to Luke.

“Mount Arrax and find Jace and then come and get me.” I take over the walkers he was dealing with as he shoots to the sky. I watch him fly north and turn my focus back in front of me. My dragon picks off the walkers that try to get to me when I’m further engaged. Arrax gives out a cry above me and I’m quickly mounting and flying after him. I follow him to the weirwood inside the walls and land running to the tree. There I spot Jace standing in front of a man made of ice. This clearly has to be the night King.

“Jace,” I breathe out as I see the two Kings standing off.

Jace lunges and their bodies are too close together to see what’s happening. Luke and I stand there frozen not knowing what to do. I hear a blade cut against flesh and I gasp. Jace staggers back hand still wrapped around Catspaw that is sticking out of the Kings chest. He twists and pulls it out swiftly and the King falls to the ground. Jace turns to us, blade in hand, and the sun begins to break through the clouds. It casts across Jaces face and the weirwood behind him.

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It’s been six moons since the sun shone upon our faces again. The losses the realm endured were too many to count. Rebuilding has taken time and will take longer than our own lives allow. Jacaerys was coronated in Winterfell before we flew to Kings Landing to see what remained. We all have been slowly healing and moving forward. Today in the peak of summer as the sun is its highest Jacaerys will be coronated again before the masses in Kings Landing.

The remaining Lords and Ladies of the realm stand on the dais beside us as a crown is placed on his brow by the new High Septon. This crown has been forged with dragon glass and valyrian steel and named after him as the Reclaimer. Jace smiles and nods to us before he turns to the crowd and they erupt in cheers.

“Jacaerys Targaryen, First of his name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, the Reclaimer.” the High Septons voice reverberates off of the walls of the dragon pit as the crowd continues to cheer.

“I told you that the dragons would be able to reclaim the realm. I always believed in this outcome.” Benji whispers in my ear and I turn to him with a wide smile.

“Stay here with us.” I look up to him with pleading eyes. “With me.” my voice soft.

“I wouldn’t dream of leaving you.” he dips down and places o kiss on my forehead.

“I should hope not or I would have to marry Cregan.” I smile up to him.

“Do not start.” his voice low as he pulls me against him before he pulls us off of the dais and he’s leading us into a carriage back to the Keep.

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hoes4matthew · 4 months ago

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Please

Warnings: PEGGING / sub!matt / dom!reader / praise kink / porn w no plot / shortt

Summary: idk what to put here since there's no plot

Authors Note: If you don't like it don't read it!!

"Please, please, please!!" Matt repeated, his voice high-pitched and slightly wobbly as he continuously bounced up and down on your strap, the silicone hitting just the right spot every time.

His movements were sloppy and uncoordinated. His breathing was heavy, with loud moans and whines spilling out of his mouth with every movement. He looks at you through hooded, slightly teary eyes. Silently begging you to help him out. To grab his hips or touch him in any way, for that matter.

He looked pathetic on top of you. Non-stop moaning, tears in his eyes from how good it felt, his hair all messy sticking to his forehead, and his cheeks all pink. His nails dug into your shoulders as he slightly picked up the speed. His head went to the crook of your neck.

"Come on, please..." He whispered in your ear between heavy pants and grunts. "Please help me out..." His voice came out as more of a whine as he felt a knot in his stomach start to form.

You couldn't help but give in, your hands moving to his hips, helping him quickly move up and down on the strap. He gasped loudly at your actions.

"mm! fuck! Thank you, thank you, oh fuck!'' He rambled. He lifted his head up from your neck to look into your eyes. Tears were now steaming down his face; he felt fucking incredible.

The sounds coming from the room were loud and dirty. Matt's whines and moaning, skin calling, and the bed ever so slightly banging against the wall every time he bounces.

His jaw went slack, with only babbles and moans coming out of his mouth. He threw his head back, his eyes going crossed for all the pleasure. His vision began to get blurry.

"m' close.." He managed to mumble out loud moans. His breathing got heavier. You brought your palm up to his tip, rubbing it in circles at a quick pace. His legs began shaking. "I'm- fuck! yesyesyes!!" His voice was high-pitched as ropes of cum spewed out of his dick into your palm, some leaking into your stomach.

"You did so well for me, baby." He let out a very quiet whine, hiding his head in your neck yet again. You wrapped your hands around him comfortingly. His breathing was still heavy, and his legs were still shaking slightly.

"M' your good boy...?" He whispered, his voice raspy and quiet, as she spoke. If he weren't near your ear, you probably couldn't even hear what he said.

"Yeah. My good boy." You very gently ran your hand through his hair. He leaned into your touch, smiling slightly. His breathing has slowed down now.

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sc0tters · 1 year ago

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Date Gone Right | Nico Hischier & Jack Hughes

summary: when you call Jack to come pick you up the last thing you expected to see was your hinge match in the car.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), swearing, degrading (think you see whore and slut a few times).

word count: 2.90k

authors note: I loved this one and it kind of felt like a moment where I acc got more plot than I usually do to the porn. Brynn and Kei I hope this lived up to your expectations!

You felt like an idiot as you sat on the side of the road.

The bar had music that faintly calmed your nerves as you scrolled through your phone desperate to find a contact that you could call.

Your friends simply weren’t an option as they told you that you were an idiot going to see your ex. He had asked you to meet him at a bar to talk and like an idiot you went to see that he wasn’t there.

A gasp left your lips as your eyes landed on Jack’s contact “perfect.” The relationship you built with Jack this year was weird, beforehand he was only ever Trevor’s best friend but recently you found yourself leaning on the boy more as you were a mere fifteen minutes away from him.

What you didn’t know was that Jack was hosting poker night with some of his teammates “you gonna get that?” John furrowed his eyebrows as his attention was pulled to the sound of Jack’s phone ringing.

The Hughes boy flipped his phone over before he quickly answered it “hey y/n?” His voice was alarmed as he heard your tears “yeah I’ll be there in ten minutes just send me your location.” The hockey players that sat around the table all grew confused.

Before anyone could ask Jack realised the biggest problem “my car is in the shop!” He groaned quickly trying to call you back “I can drive you?” Nico offered still not knowing exactly where he was going.

And that was how the black Land Rover landed up in front of you as you sat on the sidewalk “Jackie?” Your voice was soft as the boy pulled his hoodie from his arms to give to you “c’mon.” Jack sighed helping you up as he ushered you to the car.

Nico smiled seeing you in the rear view as the car door opened “Neeks!” You gasped sending the boy a toothy grin.

It was safe to say that Jack was taken aback by your positive attitude towards his captain “I don’t remember you two being this friendly the last time I saw you.” Jack blurted out buckling up his seatbelt as you did the same.

You ran your tongue over your teeth “cappy over here has hinge.” You smirked as you had matched with him on the app a little over two weeks ago.

The two of you were doing well so far but tonight you two were meant to go out before the boy canceled last minute “see you found something else to do.” Nico’s voice was delicate but you didn’t miss how his hands squeezed the wheel.

Jack sat in his seat feeling like he was intruding as he stared at the road ahead “you coming back to mine princess?” The Hughes boy watched as your eyes never left his teammates “Nico coming with?” The look in your eyes was dangerous.

But like a moth to a flame Nico couldn’t help to soak in everything you said like it was nothing “go wherever you want me to.” The captain tapped his fingers on the dash as he was evidently calmer than before.

The remainder of the drive was quiet as Jack swore he was going to throw up watching you and Nico send each other those lingering glances.

And he thought would have gotten better as you two got upstairs but as you swirled your glass of whiskey Nico smiled as he listened to whatever Jack rambled on about an upcoming game.

His phone cut him off as it began to ring “I’ll be a sec.” Jack mumbled watching as you two nodded letting him leave into another room.

Nico didn’t take long to turn to you “you had a good time tonight?” It was clear that his jealousy was now raging again as he stared at your pretty little outfit.

You smirked “would have preferred being with you.” Your confession was clear as you used your hand to rub up his leg.

The gesture was soft but he knew all about your true intentions “at least you would have shown.” You smirked as his hand tensed around your wrist.

He sucked at his teeth “baby you gotta stop.” Nico warned “I don’t think I can behave in the way Jack is going to want me to.” His voice shook as his patience began to waver.

When you shut the gap between you both his breathing grew heavy “what are you gonna do when I tell you I don’t want you to behave.” Maybe it was the way he looked at you but as you pressed a kiss against the shell of his ear you felt like the most confident woman around “god you’re going to be the death of me.” Nico confessed turning his head to face yours “fuck you’re gorgeous.” He blurted out letting his lips go over yours as he kissed you.

It was hungry as the hockey player pulled you onto his lap “pretty little girl.” He blurted out taking the moment to breathe before his lips were back fighting with yours “didn’t think I was going to talk in on something.” Jack leaned against the frame of the door as he watched you pull your swollen lips away from his teammate.

The devilish grin was back on your face “if princess is okay with sharing.” Nico didn’t need to wait for your response as your eyes sparkled at the thought “you want the bedroom or would you rather have me fuck you on the couch?” His words sent shivers down your spine as his lips nipped at your neck.

Your brain melted as both options caused images to flash through your mind “bed, bed.” You blurted out nodding as Nico helped you off of his lap “let’s not keep you waiting then.” Jack smiled as you walked over to him.

The events that occurred between when you guys were in the living room and the time you landed up in his bedroom were ones that were a blur with your only memory being that it was causing your wetness to pool in your panties as both boys pressed this lips against you.

Now Jack always knew that you were hot, he had seen you in your bikini on more than one occasion and had even walked in on you showering once. Of course neither one of you spoke about it but you didn’t forget how his cock grew hard at the sight of you “how do you want us baby?” Nico asked as he helped pull your dress over your head leaving you in your blue matching underwear set.

You went to cover yourself when the captain stopped you “answer me.” He mumbled pressing a kiss against your lips.

The thought of how you wanted this to go made your brain melt “want you in my mouth first.” You blurted out making the Swiss man smirk.

He sent Jack a look that made him nod as both sets of boys shed their clothing making sure to only take yours off in a painfully slow pace “patience princess.” Jack cooed as you stood out of your panties “want to take our time with you.” He murmured making your body shiver.

Nico took the moment as Jack began thrusting his hand up his cock making sure that it was hard before he went to fuck you “such a pretty little baby.” Nico mumbled swiping his tongue over your lip as his hands when to the back of your bra.

You almost forgot that Jack was even there until the boy ran the tip of his cock over your clit letting it slide down your slit before his dick slid into your core “god!” You groaned grabbing at the older boys hands.

The Swiss man smiled as your face scrunched up “you enjoying that baby?” He asked watching you nod as he slowly lowered your face down to his own cock.

It made your mouth water seeing the swollen pink tip “be a good girl for me,” Nico’s words made you clench around Jack “fuck you like being called that?” Jack asked teaching down to grab your hips letting his hips steadily meet yours.

Your tongue swirled around Nico’s cock making the boy grunt “holy shit!” Nico let out a grunt when you looked up through your eyelashes as you took as much of his cock as you could making your eyes water.

Both boys shared a moment where they smirked as the sound of your cunt squelching erupted off of the walls of the room “think she knew what she was doing when she called you tonight?” Nico asked as he began to increase the pace of his thrusts when you gagged around his cock “of course.” Jack nodded bringing his hand down to your clit “such a little slut for us tonight.” He added letting his fingers apply harsh amounts of pressure to your sensitive nub.

The whine that fell from your lips was quickly swallowed by Nico’s cock as the sensations made him shiver “fuck her harder.” Nico ordered making your legs begin to shake “I’m not gonna last bro.” Jack warned as your pussy wrapped around his bare cock like you were made for him “this pussy is dangerous.” His head fell back as he warned the older boy.

Both boys could bare focus as the pleasure you made them feel had their brains melting. That was only fair given how they made you feel as Nico left your mouth full and Jack left your cunt warm “fuck.” Your words fell from your lips as Nico’s cock gave them a moment to come out.

Jack’s finger dug into your sides as he hoped that your orgasm would come first “you gonna be a good girl and take it all in your mouth?” Nico asked as he could barely keep his thrusts going.

All you could do was nod as his eyes screwed shut letting his load shoot into your mouth coating your tongue with his come “let me see that baby.” The hockey player held your head by your hair as he slid his cock out of your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out letting him see the white substance that sat there “such a good little girl.” Nico cooed pressing his lips together and before you can process what he is doing a string of saliva fall from his lips dropping until it lands on your tongue “swallow all that baby.” The hockey player ordered wrapping his hand around your throat as he felt his come and spit slide down your throat.

Jack couldn’t help but grow jealous at the intimate interaction that you had with his teammate causing him to raise his hand against your ass “Jack!” You moaned eyes screwed shut as Nico kissed your lips.

The younger boy began to see a white hue cast over his eyes as your cunt suffocated his cock “want to see how these pretty things taste.” The Swiss man smiled as he leaned out taking your nipple in his mouth as his fingers grazed over the other sensitive peak.

Jack’s hands held your waist up as you moaned letting your head fall back “fuck Neeks.” You cried as his free hand went back to teasing your clit “you close baby?” Jack asked forcing his cock deeper into your pussy.

You nodded as you turned your head to look at him “gonna come-” your announcement was cut off as his hand locked onto your jaw bringing your lips against his as he kissed you.

Both boys swore that it was the hottest sight as your body shook with whines trapped between your lips.

Jack couldn’t take it anymore as his chest went flush against your back with his movements of his cock beginning to sputter until he came “such a pretty girl.” He cooed watching in awe as his cock slid out of your cunt letting his come mix with yours as it oozed out.

Nico didn’t take long to send you a serious look “think you can handle one more?” His voice was delicate as his hand brushed through your slightly knotted hair “Neeks.” You nodded sending him a smile through heavy eyelids.

The boy was quick to bring you onto the bed with him “don’t think she’s gonna take it standing.” Nico pointed out as you straddled his hips “she’s gonna ride me like the pretty whore that she is.” He explained bringing his cock up to tease your clit before you let your hips drop against his.

Jack felt a sense of deja vu as he watched your face contort to the pleasure that his captain made you feel “open up baby.” Karl ordered tapping his already hard cock against your lip, you were planning on listening to him truly you were. But Jack seemed to believe that you hadn’t moved quick enough, so as your mouth formed an o as a rough moan left your lips the hockey player took that as the chance to force his dick into your mouth.

The sight was dirty, both boys seemed to have a common objective as they had a silent competition, who could make you come faster? Who could make you cry harder as their cock hit the back of your throat? Who was going to make you feel like you couldn’t walk tomorrow? All of those were questions that they wanted to know and by the end of the night they were going to have to have all three answers.

Sounds of Nico’s coarse grunts as his eyes didn’t leave your ass watching how your cunt swallowed his cock repeatedly driving your hips up and down as your hands grabbed at his legs “such a pretty girl” he cooed smirking at Jack who gripped at your hair forcing his cock further down your throat.

Jack didn’t mean to be jealous but you were meant to be his first not Nico’s. Yet as you looked up at Jack letting your eyes lock onto his through your eyelashes it seemed to wash away his worries “what would Z say if he saw you now?” The Hughes boy groaned as he felt your throat constrict around his cock.

Your cunt clenched around Nico “maybe she likes thinking about him seeing her as a dirty little slut?” Nico grunted squeezing your ass.

You couldn’t focus on your brother as the captain brought his other hand to your clit “you getting close princess?” Jack smirked seeing your legs begin to shake as Nico had to take control of the thrusts.

Your head bobbed as you nodded “fuck you’re such a perfect little girl.” The Swiss man cooed as his cock began to throb.

The boys noticed how your state turned fucked out as your brain turned cloudy “don’t stop,” Jack forced your throat to take all of him as he finally came.

He almost hunched over as your tongue swirled around his cock sucking him dry “fucking hell baby.” Jack whined letting your hair out of his hands as the sweaty hair stuck to the back of your neck.

His cock pulled out of your mouth letting you swallow his load “now be a good girl for Nico.” He ordered bringing his lips down to yours so that he could kiss you.

As Jack’s tongue slid over your lip Nico had to remain focused on making sure that you came before him “right there Neeks,” you groaned leaning back as your head fell back.

The younger boy took that as the opportunity to bring his lips to your breast “fuck Jack!” You cried as his tongue swirled around your sensitive peak “you like it when we fuck you like that?” Nico asked feeling your cunt squeeze his cock.

It was the way that it hadn’t let up on his dick for the last few minutes that made Nico think that you were close “please let me come.” You begged not fully understanding the thoughts in your brain.

Jack laughed as he looked up at you “gotta try harder than that.” He clicked his tongue locking his hand around your jaw “I’ll be your good girl Neeks.” You offered grinding against the older boy.

The Hughes boy couldn’t even get upset watching your eyes screw shut “let the neighbours hear you.” Jack one ought his lips back to your nipple.

That was what sent you over the edge “shit shit shit!” You cried feeling your body writhe above Nico and against Jack.

The captains orgasm came shortly after yours “there we go baby.” Nico cooed slowly helping your hips move through your high.

You swore you were going to collapse when Jack helped you up placing your body onto the soft sheet “such a pretty little girl.” The Hughes boy rubbed his hand on your leg.

As you lay there Jack watched your come ooze out of your cunt “not so fast princess.” He shook his head using two fingers to force it back into your pussy “fuck Jack!” You groaned as Nico brushed your hair to the side “you okay baby?”

The question lingered on your mind until your phone rang so naturally you leaned over to see who was calling you “you okay baby?” Nico repeated his words as your eyes went wide.

Why the fuck was Trevor calling you?

#nico hischier smut #jack hughes smut #nhl smut #hockey smut #nhl imagine #oneshots #imagines #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl oneshot #amber writes fics

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violettwrites · 3 months ago

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Hi! Just read something you posted a few hours ago, and thing is I'm thinking I'm basically setting myself up for getting disappointed by just sending in this ask—not to say that I'm discrediting you writing- god no— but just the fact that this is a really big undertaking. Whatever, whatever, I'm rambling atp.

Uh I wanted to ask for a DBF!Farmer!Rick x reader fic. Where reader is barely nineteen,— most of this next part doesn't really hold any significance to the plot, but it would be nice to read— long, jet back hair, super dark brown eyes, cinnamon skin, reader also religiously wears sundresses as well as always having a cherry lollipop/popsicle in her mouth. And since her farm doesn't have horses, she decides to ask Rick for horse riding lessons! I don't want you'll do with this but god speed!

(the reference photo, just in case. Te he~)

riding lessons 🗡️ dbf!rick grimes

summary: reader wants to learn to ride horses, and her father’s best friend is the one she turns to.

author’s note: here you go nonnie ! apologies if you were after something different, but i hope you enjoy !

also just a little heads up for my readers, at this moment i don’t really write smut. i’m just not too confident with it at this moment, but as my writing progresses i’m sure it’ll be something i look into in the future. this is not directed at you either, nonnie ! i just never really brought it up and i’ve been meaning to 🫶🏻

warnings: age gap ig???

word count: 970

it was a busy saturday morning, and your father’s farm was alive with people travelling from all over for your father’s sale yard for the year. you were up early ( as per usual ), in your favourite sundress. you had a cherry lollipop in hand as you walked through the yard, looking for the older male you had fancied since you were old enough to understand what crushes were.

“hey, rick!” you called out once you spotted the attractive man, your voice slightly muffled by the cherry lollipop in your mouth. “can i talk to you for a minute?”

rick grimes, your dad’s best friend from high school, turned around to look at you, his forearms leaning against a fence as he watched the cattle being rounded up from the field, ready to be auctioned off. “mornin’, darlin’,” he nodded at you, his words making your heart flutter. he turned around to face you, hands moving to rest on his hips. “what can i do for ya?”

you took a deep breath, trying to steady the nervous excitement. “i was wondering if you could give me some horse riding lessons. i’ve always wanted to learn, but we don’t have any horses on our farm.”

rick’s eyes sparkled with interest, eyeing the way your sundress stopped mid thigh. “well, i’d be more than happy to help with that. the horses we have are gentle, and i’m sure they’d love to have you.”

a surge of relief and excitement washed over you. “really? that would be wonderful! I’ve only ever seen them from the fence,” you sighed, pulling the lollipop from your mouth.

“how about this afternoon? you come on over and i’ll show you the ropes.” he raised his eyebrow, his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer. “and who knows, maybe i’ll learn a thing or to on how you ride.” he smirked, making your heart jump.

you nodded quickly. “that would be amazing, thank you. i really appreciate it.” you grinned, lollipop going back into your mouth as you turned around, quickly making your way back to the house.

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a few hours later, you made the trip to rick’s farm, eager. you were stood next to comet, a beautiful chestnut mare. rick had helped you through the basics of grooming and saddling, and now he was standing besides you, hand on your lower back as he explained the basics of mounting a horse.

“alright, ready to jump on?” he asked, moving to grab the rein as he looked at you. you nodded your head, moving to put your foot through the stirrup like rick had explained, pulling yourself onto the horse. you could feel rick’s free hand on the back of your thigh, steadying you.

once you were comfortably sat in the saddle, you looked down at him, his lips holding an encouraging smile. “look at you, you’re a natural already.” he chuckled, patting your thigh as he moved towards the front of comet, ready to lead her.

“alright, let’s do this.” you grinned down at him, feeling comfortable. rick nodded, clicking his tongue to get comet moving slowly and steadily.

“just relax and let comet guide you, okay? i’ve got you, but she’s a good horse. carl first learnt to ride on this old girl.” he hummed, smiling at you. “if you need anything, just let me know.”

rick walked alongside comet, offering pointers and encouragement. his gaze was appreciative, and you could feel the warmth of his eyes as he looked at you. “you’re doing great, darlin’,” he said, a playful grin on his face. “you know, i might start thinking about taking lessons from you if you keep this up.”

you laughed, a blush on your cheeks at the warmth of his words. “i’m glad you think so. i’ve always admired how you handle the horses. you make it look so easy.”

rick’s smile widened. “well, I’ve got to say, seeing you out here in that dress, it’s a pretty nice change of pace. makes me wish every day was a lesson with you.”

the flirtatious remark made your heart skip a beat. you tried to focus on guiding comet, but your thoughts kept drifting back to rick’s teasing comments. as you trotted around the paddock, the sun warm on your back, you caught glimpses of rick watching you with a twinkle in his eye.

by the end of the lesson, you were glowing with pride. rick patted comet affectionately, bringing her to a stop. he turned to you, his eyes soft and warm. “you’ve done real well today. keep practicing, and you might just become the best rider around here.”

you looked down at him, your heart full of joy. “thank you, rick. this has been amazing.”

rick tipped his hat with a grin, his eyes meeting yours in a way that made your stomach flutter. “anytime. i’m always here if you want more lessons. and who knows, maybe next time we’ll make it a little more... interesting.”

you blushed once again at his words, moving to get off comet, rick’s hands coming to your hips to help you down, the warmth of his hands on your skin made your stomach fill with butterflies.

once you had left the paddock with rick, the older male walking you back to your car, you offered him a smile before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. you noticed his cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he opened your car door for you, smiling down at you as you slipped into your car.

“i’ll see you later, darlin’. i look forward to our little lessons.” he chuckled, closing the door for you, waving as you drove away. you couldn’t help but think of him on your drive home, excited for your future lessons together.

#🦇 — vi writes #🗡️ — rick grimes #dbf!rick grimes x reader #farmer!rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes au #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes headcanon #rick grimes oneshot #twd rick grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead oneshot #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic

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charlottesbookclub · 9 months ago

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like real people do (alistair x reader) 💜💜

Summary: honestly there's no real plot, just pure fluff. Alistair tries to adjust to having a human mate, and he's trying really hard 🥹

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, mention of skipping a meal (not intentionally), mentions of eating, Alistair being awkward and a bit rude lol, basically just pure tooth-rotting fluff, but as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 1,634

Author’s Note: me, writing a twilight fanfic in the year of our lord 2024? it's more likely than you think. uhhh yeah I have no real explanation for this except that I have stumbled back into my Alistair obsession and I just wanted to write a cute little something for him. I don't think this is my best work, but at least it made me smile, so that's something. honestly I have no idea if there's anyone else out here reading fanfic for an incredibly minor twilight character, but if there is, I hope you enjoy whatever this is! I was thinking of making this a little series of Alistair trying his damndest to figure out human stuff, so do let me know if you have any interest in that. but okay I'll stop rambling now - enjoy! 💖

A message pinged through on your computer, and you looked away from your work for a moment, pulling up the chatbox. It was Lucy from the front desk:

hey – someone’s here to see you

who?

hard to describe – and i’m having a hard time getting his name

You chuckled softly to yourself, having a sneaking suspicion you knew exactly who it was. Odd that he would willingly put himself in a situation that forced him to speak with other people though. Your laughter turned into a small frown as you considered the fact that something might be wrong. You and Alistair hadn’t been together long, but you knew about his aversion to others well enough to wonder what could bring him into proximity of the possibility of needing to engage in small talk.

be right there

You pushed back from your desk and hurried down to the lobby. Lucy was obviously waiting for you to arrive, and she met you with a mildly panicked look, gesturing with her head toward the tall man standing awkwardly in the corner of the lobby. Thanks to his heightened senses, he had noticed your arrival long before Lucy, and was already striding across the floor toward you at a pace that was just barely slow enough to be considered human. You made a mental note to ask Carlisle to gently review normal human behaviors with him. You just managed to give Lucy a quick thumbs-up to indicate that you knew the tousled man before he bustled the two of you back toward your office.

“Alistair, what the hell?” you asked as he ushered you inside and closed the door behind him.

“What a truly awful system,” he muttered to himself, clearly continuing a rant he was already halfway through rather than answering your question. “I mean really, how many idiots should I have to go through to see my partner?” You just crossed your arms and leaned back against the edge of your desk, a bemused smile starting to fight its way onto your face. You knew it was no use interrupting him until he had gotten everything out. “’Would you like something do drink?’” He parroted Lucy’s question mockingly. “No I bloody well would not – unless you’ve got a few bags of blood stored away back there,” he retorted to this fictional Lucy sarcastically. “Zounds, how hard is it to just point me in the right direction and leave me in peace?” His words faded into muttering and soft curses in a version of English that hadn’t been spoken for hundreds of years.

“Alistair,” you said quietly, breaking him out of his monologue. His talking to himself had seemed strange at first, but the more you learned about his life before meeting you, the more it made sense. He had been his only company for so long and was only now slowly adjusting to speaking with other people again. You, however, found it incredibly endearing and hoped he didn’t break himself of the habit completely.

His focus snapped to you instantly when he heard your voice, and he started murmuring apologies that you quickly brushed off.

“Alistair, it’s fine,” you assured him, sending him a warm smile and softly placing your hand on his forearm. Touch was another thing that was coming back to him only slowly. You had learned to proceed cautiously, gently, making sure he knew that you were about to touch him before making contact. The words stilled on his lips as his eyes focused in on the place where your warm palm met his cold skin.

“Alistair,” you said quietly after a moment of letting him adjust to the contact. His eyes traveled back up to your face at the sound of his name on your lips. “Is something wrong?”

“I—no,” the words tumbled out awkwardly, and you could almost see him trying to say three different sentences at the same time. If he still had blood under his skin, you were certain he would be blushing. Knowing that eye contact made conversation even more difficult for him, you flicked your eyes down toward your hand still on his arm, gently pulling it from where it hung limply at his side. You cradled his large hand in both of yours and began tracing mindless patterns on his skin, hoping this would give him enough of a reprieve to gather his thoughts. He took a deep breath and tried again.

“Nothing is seriously wrong, but I— well I… worried about you.” This instantly caught your attention, and you looked up again almost without thinking, only to find his ruby eyes gazing back down at you with a softness you were just beginning to recognize.

“Alistair, I promise, I’m just fine,” you assure him.

“But… well… I noticed you didn’t eat breakfast this morning.” You tilted your head, wondering why that was such a cause for concern that he would willingly subject himself to the horror of checking in at your work.

“I was just running a little late and didn’t have time to make myself anything,” you explained, hoping that would ease his mind, “there’s always snacks in the break room, so I figured I’d have something when I got here.”

“I understand, but humans in your age group are supposed to eat three balanced meals per day, with the addition of one to three snacks. Lack of nutrients can result in many deficiencies, which in turn can lead to side effects like headache, dizziness, and trouble concentrating.”

You couldn’t stop the smile that was growing on your face as you listened to him recite this knowledge as though he had memorized it straight from a Wikipedia article. However, you seriously doubted Alistair’s ability to navigate the internet, since Carlisle had only recently convinced him to try using a flip phone.

“Where did you hear about this?” you asked, trying to remain serious and stifling the giggles that were rising in your throat.

“I’ve been reading Carlisle’s medical texts,” he responded with a furrowed brow, “I want to make sure I understand all the risks and ensure that I am prepared for every eventuality.”

If you hadn’t been completely in love with him yet, this would have undoubtably sealed the deal. He may be awkward and eccentric and even difficult at times, but he was trying so so hard to care for you in the best way he knew how. Although the whole situation was still incredibly amusing, you simply couldn’t bring yourself to laugh at him, even if it was all in affection. Instead, you raised yourself slowly to your tiptoes and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you for thinking of me,” you said as you lowered yourself back onto your heels. Your chaste kiss seemed to have frozen him for a moment, as he stood there completely still, his soft squeeze of your hand the only indicator that he was still present in the room. You let him recalibrate, and as he came back himself, he made a soft exclamation as though he had just remembered something. Reluctantly releasing your hand, he swung a small backpack off his shoulder.

“I brought you some breakfast,” he explained as he pulled a jumble of containers out of the bag and placed them on your desk, “I tried to make sure I balanced all the proper nutrients to ensure you wouldn’t suffer any adverse effects from not having eaten this morning.”

You busied yourself with looking at all the containers of food to hide the tears that were welling in your eyes. You had never had someone care for you so completely like this before. Unfortunately, your plan didn’t work, since the awkwardly yet earnestly prepared food only brought more tears to your eyes. You had never expected that strangely cut fruit, mangled pancakes, and soggy cereal sitting in its own milk would make you cry with joy, but the amount of thought and care that had clearly gone into each piece of the meal was about to reduce you to ugly sobs.

You could feel Alistair watching you intently as you opened each of the containers, seemingly trying to gauge your response. When he couldn’t bear it any longer, he finally broke the silence.

“If you don’t like it, I—I’m happy to go out and buy you something. I haven’t had human food in so long and even—even then I didn’t actually prepare it so I tried reading some of Carlisle’s recipe books but I think I still didn’t get it right—”

“Alistair,” you didn’t normally like to cut him off, but you refused to let his anxious rambling sew any seeds of doubt in his mind. “It’s absolutely perfect – I can’t wait to taste it all!”

Alistair beamed at you then, a rare sight, but a welcome one.

“I just have one question though,” you said, and he looked at you quizzically, waiting for your inquiry. “Can I give you a hug?”

Confusion turned to elation on his face, and he spread his arms in assent and anticipation. You threw yourself on him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wiped away a few escaped tears. His arms closed around your back hesitantly, like he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, but his uncertainty seemed to fade as you melted into his grasp, and he wrapped you even more tightly in his embrace.

Both of you were smiling when you finally pulled away. You settled into your desk chair and motioned to Alistair to pull up another. He sat just close enough that your knees could touch as you surveyed the feast before you.

“What do you think I should start with?” you asked him.

“Maybe the pancakes? I’m rather proud of those.”

#charlotte writes #also how do i tag for this man bc we don't know his last name??? 😭😭#alistair #twilight #alistair twilight #alistair twilight imagine #alistair twilight x reader #alistair breaking dawn #twilight alistair imagine #alistair imagine #alistair x reader #twilight alistair #alistair nomad #nomad alistair #twilight saga #twilight fanfiction #twilight alistair x reader

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whorergal · 2 years ago

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LOVERS THAT WENT WRONG

summary: instead of quinn, ethan is the one who “dies” in the apartment scene and leaves you heartbroken

warnings: description of blood, gore & murder. language (cussing). it follows the plot loosely.

pairings: ethan landry x fem!reader

authors note: hiiii i haven’t written bc i’ve been uninspired but im forcing myself to write this one :-) this idea has been in my head for awhile and i just need to get it out before i forget sooo yeah :3 hope you enjoy! i might break this into two parts btw (also should i do a happy or angsty ending?)

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You walked inside your room with a wince. Since the recent Ghostface attack both Sam and Tara endured, they came up with the bright idea to invite everyone over your shared apartment. They thought with everyone in the same place it would eliminate the possibility of them being attacked again, or worse, ultimately killed. There was barely enough room in the apartment to house four girls so adding Chad, Mindy and Anika to the mix was chaotic.

Thankfully, Quinn was gone for the night. Apparently she had a one night stand that wanted to meet up so she left, despite Sam's excessive disapproval.

Tara was in the kitchen with Chad and Mindy, chatting and laughing very loud. The reason you found it annoying at the moment was because you forced your boyfriend, Ethan, to come over while he was trying to study for his Econ exam.

He was the one person you couldn't risk losing so if that meant you made him fail his exam because he couldn't focus, then yeah, that's what you'll do.

"Are they being too loud?" you asked him.

"If I say yes, could you shut them up?" He looked up wearing a sarcastic smile, making the corners of his eyes crinkle.

You chuckled breathlessly, taking a seat beside him on your bed. "I tried, believe me."

Ethan sighed, dropping his pen. "It's fine. I mean, I have an A in the class—one exam can't hurt…right?"

"How about this," you interrupted him before he began to ramble, handing him the granola bar he asked for. "I go out there and try to calm them down. I'll give you the space you need as well."

"Well, you can bother me all you want," he blurted. His cheeks turned red when he saw you look at him in surprise.

You leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Then you peppered kisses all over his face which made him scrunch his nose. "I love you and I want you to pass this exam. The least I could do is help you get some silence. It's my fault you're here in the first place."

"Hey, don't say that," he shushed you. "I wanted to come to see my beautiful girlfriend. Don't worry that pretty head of yours about me. I'll be fine." His words meant more because he knew how paranoid you'd become.

"Promise?"

Ethan paused to smile. "Promise."

He kissed you very briefly, looking at you in adoration which made you blush. The perfect moment was ruined when Mindy's roar bellowed all throughout the house.

"Stop! Don't! This is my favorite shirt, you asshole!"

You groaned in annoyance. "I'll take care of that. You stay here and study. I'll check up on you in a few."

"Okay, baby." He laughed, finding you adorable whenever you were mad. "Don't hurt them."

"No promises there."

You heard him laugh one last time before you exited, shutting your door behind you. Anika sat on the couch, giving you an annoyed look as well, seeing as she was trying to read her book.

"I tried to tell them," she said.

Nodding, you ventured over toward the kitchen where the four were all laughing. Tara noticed you first and dropped her smile, already knowing what was to come. You had just gotten done complaining about how loud they were and she was sure you were coming back to do just that.

Chad, however, was too oblivious to notice as he jumped up from his spot at your appearance. "There she is! Core fucking five in the house!" You hit him, making him wince. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Ethan's trying to study and you're yelling," you reprimanded him like he was a little kid.

"Shit. He's still doing that?"

Tara stifled a laugh while Mindy rolled her eyes.

"What's got you guys all rowdy, anyway?" You walked over to the pot that was brewing, taking a wooden spoon to sip on the suspicious liquid.

"Well, first Chad gave us a nickname to which I obviously disagreed with and he tried to splash me with soup," Mindy explained as she leaned against the counter.

"Core five." Chad smiled widely.

You furrowed your brows. "Isn't it core four?"

"Well, you know…" he trailed before he shook his head. "Look, it doesn't matter. There's five of us so I declare core five is now an official thing."

"You can't just give yourself a nickname, dingus," Mindy retorted, being the first to argue with her brother at any chance she got.

"Oh, of course I can, dingus, because I just did. Core five, up top!" Chad exclaimed with less volume then before, raising his hand in front of Mindy's face.

"No." She shook her head.

He turned to Tara. "Down low."

"Get that away from me."

"Please, for the love of God," he begged when he rose his hand toward Sam.

She smiled, but still didn't make a move.

He then turned to you. "If you don't high-five me, I'm going to scream."

"Don't do it." Mindy interrupted.

"You know, I would like some more respect from the fellow members of the core five." He gave up, crossing his arms.

"Please, stop calling us that," Tara pleaded, wincing.

"Guys," Anika's voice called but no one heard her, the sound of your laughter and teasing of Chad overpowering her. She dropped her book, getting up. "Guys! Stop. Listen."

You all silenced in curiosity. When you listened to Anika's orders, there was a loud crash heard in your room. You didn't immediately think of Ghostface just because there was no way they would be ballsy enough to attack someone with multiple people still in the apartment. You thought, at least.

"It's just Ethan. He must've dropped something." You calmed their nerves, turning around to get a water bottle from the fridge. "I'll go check on him."

Anika nodded, slowly sitting back down as she forced herself to believe your words.

Then, everyone's phones went off. You didn't have yours because you left it inside your room so you peered to look at Chad's phone who leaned it toward you to see.

The image caused your heart to fall to your stomach.

Danny, your next door neighbor, had shared a photo to everyone of Ethan being manhandled by Ghostface. It was then that his screaming filled the silent apartment and your flight instincts kicked in.

You dropped your water, running straight to your room in the attempt to help him. "Ethan!"

Right before you could open the door, Sam pulled you back very roughly. You lost your balance, falling into her arms as she held you close. You started to fight against her but she shushed you which had you pausing in confusion.

Chad had Tara in his arms, who was following straight after you in order to aid you while Anika was pushing Mindy behind her. When you all focused on the noise, you realized that…there was no noise. The photo echoed in your mind like a throbbing reminder to what was happening behind the door but the eerie quietness of what should be filled with screams of pain caused you to relax in Sam's arms.

"Ethan," you whispered shakily.

You pushed Sam away from you, getting up and shoving the door open. You knew the risk. You knew going in there would only cause more casualties but you couldn't find anything in you to care. All you cared about was Ethan.

"Y/N, no!" you heard them all shout at once.

Once you pushed the door open, simultaneously, Ethan's body was thrown on top of you. His dead weight caused you to lose balance again and fall to the floor, hitting your head on the wooden surface.

Then, reality sunk in and you let out a horrific scream that sent chills down everyone's body at the sight of Ethan's lifeless eyes staring right into you. His blood was coating your entire body, his body still warm but his face pale. His brown eyes held no emotion and his lips were untouched.

You wanted this to be a joke. You wanted him to wake up and say he was just kidding even if it would be a shitty prank to pull on someone. You wanted to hear him say your name, or hear his chuckle whenever he laughed at his own jokes. You felt tears pouring out of your eyes subconsciously. You couldn't even find the strength in you to push his body off of you because you didn't want to.

A strong pair of hands gripped you suddenly, forcing you up and causing you to toss Ethan's body carelessly to the side, making his arm to hit the floor motionlessly as his face was now staring at the ceiling.

It was there that you briefly got a good look at the wounds on his body. Blood was smeared all over his stomach that you couldn't even see the light blue that used to be the color of his shirt. You could see some wounds in his stomach still gushing fresh blood too. It was also splattered all over his face and drenched his pants as well. You felt sick to your stomach.

"Ethan, no," you whimpered very desperately.

Tara pushed you forward, forcing you out of the building and down the stairs. You were completely in their control as every limb in your body went numb. Chad was practically carrying you at that rate because you couldn't build the power to even stand.

It was when Anika's screams echoed the empty stairwell that kicked you back into gear. Throwing him off guard, you managed to shove him away from you which sent both him and Tara falling against the wall harshly.

You rushed back up the stairs and ran face first into the closed door. You tried to open it but it was locked. No matter how hard you try to shove yourself against it, it wouldn't budge. Not only was it locking you out from not being able to grieve over your dead boyfriend but helping Mindy, Anika and Sam, who were now trapped inside with Ghostface.

"Shit," Tara gasped as she realized.

You both pounded on the door, as if expecting Ghostface to happily answer and let you two in. It was silent on their end which only made you three more paranoid.

"Do you have your keys?!" Chad asked.

"No, I left them inside!" Tara exclaimed in worry, turning back around to continue pounding on the door.

"Look, we have to go get help," Chad tried his best to reason rightfully, his response valid. "If we stay out here, we'll only waste more time."

"Oh, god…" you trailed your words, becoming weak again as you looked down at your hands. "His blood. He's dead. He's actually gone. I can't—"

"Hey, I got you," Chad whispered, pulling you into his arms as he guided you and Tara down the stairs. He wanted to worry about Mindy but he needed to be strong for you two, who seemed in worse shape than he was.

You don't remember how but Chad got you three down the stairs safely and called for help. The police arrived too late as when they went up to help them, Sam and Mindy had made it across the building inside Danny's apartment without Anika, who succumb to her wounds while being thrown off the ladder that they climbed on.

Mindy, Tara and Chad both sat in one ambulance while you sat in your own, wanting to be left alone.

You stopped crying after an hour but the pained feeling was still alive in your chest. What was worse was that you weren't allowed back inside your apartment to get his things as it was now a crime scene so you sat in thought. You had nothing left of him. Just his blood on your clothes.

When you realized this, you began to cry again. You dropped your head into your knees, curling up against the wall of the ambulance as police scattered around.

You brought your head up when you felt someone sit beside you. Ready to tell them to leave you alone, you saw Mindy offering her blanket to you. She was the only one who understood what you were going through so you accepted it and leaned to cry on her shoulder.

While she remained emotionless, you cried for the both of you. She just held you close, rubbing your arm.

"Y/N, Mindy," the voice that belonged to Quinn snapped you into reality. "I'm so sorry."

"Step the fuck back," Mindy warned, tightening her grip around you. "You're at the top of my list."

"I'm sorry, alright?" Quinn whispered, but she looked at you very specifically when saying that. "I'm sorry."

You gave her a forced smile, watching as she was pulled away by Sam. It gave you and Mindy space to grieve.

#ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x you #jack champion #scream imagine #scream vi imagine

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rebelliousstories · 8 months ago

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A Book A Day…

Relationship: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,302

Main Masterlist: Here

Criminal Minds Masterlist: Here

Summary: Running into colleagues at an unusual function, with an unusual title; just another day in the life of the BAU.

Reading is essential for those who seek to rise above the ordinary. - Jim Robin

“All I am saying is that Allyl Amethysts Cornflower’s sequel was just as good as the first one. I mean, come on. You can’t sit there and tell me that Feather Dust was not as amazing like Star Dust.” Penelope Garcia gushed, standing next to her friends in a line for a book signing.

“I’m hearing you mama, but we can’t forget about A Fallen Angel which was turned into a modern day classic.” Derek countered, waiting with one hand in his jacket pocket, and the other holding Penelope’s book.

“Okay but Song of the Nightingale? That was a classic of her work, and not just cause of how she played off the leading relationship being between two women.” Emily piped in, holding her own annotated copy of said book.

“Personally, I find her entire Thorns of a Rose saga the best. It super compelling and the characters just come off the page.” Spencer added, also holding a stack of books.

“How much longer is it until she’s about to come out here? My shoes are killing me.” Garcia complained, shifting from foot to foot and leaning up on Morgan while fiddling with her shoes. Spencer checked his watch before speaking up once more.

“We still have about ten minutes before she’s suppose to be here. You know, I’m amazed that you haven’t found out her real name yet, with your proclivity to snoop.” Reid added once more. However, the bubbly blonde looked accosted at the young doctor’s words.

“I will have you know that I respect that woman’s privacy. And I have wanted to snoop, but I have never. If she chooses to share that information with the world, she will.” She replied looking dignified. The other people in the line started to gasp and clap. Looking towards the table, the group was excited as they could finally see the author sitting down in her designated spot.

It took a while, but with every step forward, they got more and more excited. Garcia chattered more, and Morgan amused her little ramblings. Prentiss listened as Reid spouted on about the statistics around books and their releases every year. They made their way closer and spoke eagerly about their favorite moments from each book they had read or even seen on the silver screen. Pretty soon, it was their turn.

“Oh my gosh. You are so pretty. I mean, even more gorgeous than the pictures on your website and online. I’m sorry that was weird. I’m making things awkward.” Penelope could not hold back her excited ramble, to which the author just chuckled at. The bubbly woman frantically searched for her friend who held her book and nearly dropped it trying to pass it to the author.

“It’s totally okay. Are you all together?” She asked politely, pointing to the three others who lingered close by.

“Yes,” Garcia perked back up, “yes. We are all in the same group. I’m Penelope Garcia, this is the illustrious Derek Morgan. This beauty in a turtleneck is Emily Prentiss, and the tall dapper one in a suit on his day off is Dr. Spencer Reid.” Allyl took her time to shake each one of their hands, and held a genuine smile on her face.

“It’s wonderful to meet you all. Thank you so much for coming out to this.” She sat back down and took the blonde’s book first.

“Can I just say that the plot twist in Feather Dust… I mean, how do you even come up with that? With her brother and her mother, that was just- such a roller coaster.” Barely able to contain her excitement, Garcia continued to speak as she watched the author sign the inside cover of her copy.

“Honestly, that came from my boyfriend. He works in law enforcement and helped me with that twist.” Cornflowers admitted, as she moved on to the next book she was handed.

“I loved your sapphic take on this. It definitely helped get me through some tough times.” Prentiss confessed as she handed over her copy of Song of the Nightingale.

“Thanks! It was super important that I didn’t fall into any heavy tropes for Nightingale. Again, I consulted with two of my friends who are a couple to get a better grasp on the feelings for the tale.” Once again, she signed the book swiftly, and handed it back to the dark-haired woman. Next, Spencer brought his stack of books to the table.

“I couldn’t pick so I brought them all and hoped I would be able to decide my favorite in the line up. But I still haven’t made a choice. Which one is your favorite? You can just sign that one.” Like Garcia, Reid nervously rambled as he tried to remain coordinated. But, the woman behind the table simply chuckled.

“No, it’s okay, um… this would definitely be the one I love out of the line up most.” From the saga Reid has presented her with, she pulled Petals of Peonies from the stack.

“My boyfriend collaborated with me on this one for the law enforcement aspect. He works for the FBI so when I needed help making the bureaucracy real, he was there to help.” This caught their attention.

“Who is your boyfriend? Cause we also work for the FBI.” Garcia spoke up, looking like she was about to take impeccable notes in order to find this man.

“His name is Aaron. But he doesn’t like to talk about his job around me. He’s one of those that wants to keep home and work separate.” Finishing her signature on the book, Allyl sent it back to the doctor.

“Well, it has been great meeting you. Thank you so much.” Emily cut off the blonde before she could respond. They all shook hands with the woman behind the table and left to the adjoining cafe. Allyl went back to the book signing while the team of profilers ordered themselves a few cups of coffee.

“Is Hotch dating anyone? Do we know?” Prentiss whispered quite loudly. The rest of the team shook their heads as they looked between each other.

“He hasn’t appeared to be dating anyone. No spending extra time on his phone, no earlier nights from the office. There hasn’t been any indication that he’s seeing someone.” Garcia’s hands flailed as she spoke.

“Well, maybe he’s not dating anyone. How many Aaron’s are there that work in the bureau? She could be talking about anyone. Or her boyfriend is just feeding her garbage about being in the FBI. He could not work there at all.” The analysis from Morgan divided the table. Their guts told them to investigate, but they knew it would be in vain.

“What was that pact we all took about inter-team profiling, guys? We’re not supposed to do it.” Reid complained, taking a sip of his sugary coffee to mask his intrigue.

“How about we wait till she’s done with her signing? If she can stick around, maybe we can get more information.” Ever the sneak attack extraordinaire, Prentiss offered a solution to ease everyone’s curiosity.

So they sat. And waited. Watching not so subtly as the line continued to go down, down, down. Until there were only two people left in line. They had seen people have seemingly meaningful discussions with the author, others too overwhelmed with emotions to hold down a conversation. It was such a wide range of people that came to that table, but they had never seen anyone who looked like a significant other the entire time they had been watching.

The longer they watched from afar, the more the entire group felt like they would never be able to find out who the mystery man was. A final signature, and Allyl left swiftly afterwards. It did not appear that she was going to be sticking around. Deflating, they realized their window to find out about the author was gone. She had left the building, presumably. So the team of profilers turned back to their discussion on which of Cornflowers’ books needed to be made into a film next. That is, of course, until they heard two vaguely familiar voices approaching the cafe line.

“I think that went well, but I am dying for some food and coffee. Wanna get some lunch after we get something to hold us over here?” A feminine voice begged; a voice they knew to belong to the author they had just met earlier that day.

“Of course we can. I think we can both stomach a little lunch. Now, which cookie would you like?” With eyes the size of saucers, all the profilers turned towards the people who were at the counter ordering. That was Aaron Hotchner, their unit chief, with Allyl Amethyst Cornflowers, the author they were there to see. Mouths gaped open as Hotch held his son, Jack, up so he could see the cookies that were displayed, ready to entice.

“I want that one daddy!” Jack pointed excitedly to the sugar cookie with frosting and sprinkles. The woman beside him laughed, and ordered more for the group. But the profilers at the table were dumbfounded. Hotch called the author by another name, that sounded like a name but was not used in her pseudonym, and gave her a card before taking Jack over to watch the drinks being made.

“What the- wha? Huh?” Garcia floundered, which drew the attention of the author at the counter to the group at the table.

“Oh, hi. Is something wrong?” She asked, concerned she had done something.

“You’re, is Hotch your-” Penelope never got to finish her sentence as the man and his son made their way over.

“Hey. What are you guys doing here?” Aaron called, setting his down on his own two feet instead of holding him.

“What’re you doing here?” Derek threw back at the man. But the older agent just smiled, and wrapped his arm around his girlfriend’s waist while holding onto his son.

“She had a book signing so we’re here for that. But Jack got to explore the book section and get some new ones for his collection.” He answered, tugging the author closer.

“Wait, ‘Allyl Amethyst Cornflowers’. That’s an anagram for Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, isn’t it?” Reid suddenly said, startling the rest of his friends at the table as he had an epiphany.

“Yeah, it is,” the author confirmed, “she’s the one that got me into reading as a child. Well, my mother read me her stories until I could read them. But she’s always been my biggest inspiration.” Her tone was now more shy as she explained, retreating into the comforts of her boyfriend’s arms. It was not too much longer that her name was called once again, this time by a barista who held three drinks, and three treats ready for pick up. Untangling herself, she moved away to collect what they had ordered, while Aaron faced the third degree.

“Why did we not know you were dating?”

“How did you manage that?”

“How did you guys even meet?”

“She seems nice.” All the questions kept coming at him, and made the older agent smile at his coworkers.

“Alright, alright. First, we keep it private for obvious reasons. Second, I don’t even know myself. Third, we met at another book signing some time ago. Lastly, yes. She is very nice.” He tried to get through every question before she returned, but he was not so fortunate.

“Just nice? Oh we are going to have some words, Mr. Hotchner.” She teased, handing him his coffee and biscuit. Before she could continue, she was cut off by the sound of five hones going off at the same time. Her lips pursed as she finished her sip of coffee, and gently guided Jack into her arms so Aaron could check his phone. With a reluctant sigh, the agents at the table stood up, and Hotch turned to his girlfriend and son.

“I’m so sorry.” He tried to apologize, but she waved him off.

“It’s fine. You gotta go be a superhero. Jack Jack and I will go get some lunch. I’ve got that other book signing across town anyways.” Rubbing her hand across his back, it made letting her go that much harder for Aaron. He pressed a kiss to his son’s head and gave him a big ole hug, before turning back to his girlfriend. Hotch rested a quick kiss to her lips, and hugged her close as she said something the team could not hear.

“Go be Mr. Big Bad FBI Agent now.” She let go of him, and tugged Jack near the doors where they had parked to finish out their day as a duo, rather than a trio.

“Come on, I’ll give you a ride.” Morgan clapped his boss on the back.

“Yeah, ‘Mr. Big Bad FBI Agent’.” Prentiss teased, walking past the stunned man.

“Do you think she’s be willing to sit down and discuss the fragile hierarchy that she constructs through her books? I’ve always found that fascinating.” Reid piped up, moving towards the door.

“Come on, oh captain, my captain.” Garcia gently guided him out the door where the three agents had gone. Two of them were snickering to themselves, and the other one was Reid. As they piled into the car, everyone stopped for a moment, and turned to Hotch with grins on their faces.

“Not a word to Rossi.” He conceded, and they took off for the office.

Perhaps we did not read so many books, or learn languages so quickly, as those who are disciplined according to the ordinary methods; but what we learned was impressed the more deeply on our memories. - Mary Wollstocecraft Shelley

#rebelliousstories #writing #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #spencer reid #emily prentiss #derek morgan #penelope garcia

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yukina-otome · 1 year ago

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Chevalier Romantic route rantings

Warning: This post contains spoilers about Chevalier Michel's route. More specifically his Romantic ending.

Sooooo, it is extremly rare for me to criticise Cheva's content. After all, as his absolute stan, i love everything this man does.

BUT i admit that I am not a fan of his romantic ending.

The reason is simple. But first of all a little summary of the events, for does who do not remember or for does who have not played the route but dont mind spoilers.

MC is with everyone at the battlefield. The campement where she is, is attacked and this is when the two ending branches.

In this I will only discuss the romantic one.

So, in the romantic ending, MC gets stabbed by a poisoned knife by the anti war faction and obsidian. They use her as a hostage and says 'if you want the antidote you gotta hand her off'. But Genius Cheva figures out the poison and have the antidote made badabim badaboum.

(Honestly I would have prefered it here if Clavis was the one who found the antidote, and Cheva being impressed by his brother's abilities, after all Clavis was the one who has been studying poisons. But this is not what this post is about so let's no dwell on that)

So MC is cured, Cheva goes to beat the anti war faction with his FIST, because MC says no Stabby stabby. And he somehow makes Obsidian sign a peace treaty and VOILA, war is over.

(Yes, the political plot of this game is extremely stupid, DO NOT start me on that, or this post will never end)

Soooo, MC and Cheva goes back to the castle, where MC is healing. Chevalier stays by her side most of the time as they spend quality time together. And before they know it, there only very few days left before MC has to choose a king, leave the castle and never see cheva again.

So MC asks Chevalier for one last favor, she wants him to dance with her. He accepts and they head to the ballroom where they have a very impactfull moment where MC tells him she is gonna choose HIM as a king and she tells him her reasons which leaves him speechless and i would say touched.

After that there dance ends, and MC start acting like Booboo the clown as she starts rambling, she tells cheva they should have a meal together sometimes before she leaves and turn away from him to hide her tears.

As of now, everything is fine. I have no objections to this developpement. But this is where it ticks me off.

Cheva hug MC from behind and literally ask her TO SLEEP WITH HIM!

Yes yes, he says dinner but he says he is famished and his hand touch mc's body subjectivly.

MC might be as dense as the mariana trench but she's not stupid and she agrees to the hanky panky.

And BIM BADABOUM they smash, in the trill of the action, mc asks him if he will remember her and he says NO which is obviously a lie. And that's literally it. They separate for a year and you guys know the rest.

Now you might ask, what do you not like about this, Yuki?

And i would say many things:

First, HOW DARE HE ASKS HER FOR HER FIRST TIME JUST LIKE THAT, MY CHEVA WOULD NEVER WTF. Remember everyone, this is not 21st century, it's literally around 1500 and around then a woman virginity was EVERYTHING to her. I was like well maybe the ikepri author created the ikepri universe differently and its not a big deal but silvio's romantic ending proved otherwise. I'm not gonna go into the details, i'll just say a woman first time is IMPORTANT. And Cheva most likely knew that. He would never ask her for it in such a way. Specially knowing he could not be her lover. It was one night only between them.

Also it is very irrational and the way cheva asked for it seemed calculated which i hate. I mean, there are no contraception during that era. Surely both knew what could happen after that night.

Then there is how that first time was written. It was only a few sentences and during the whole act MC was crying and all while Cheva was all smug saying 'You like that, don't you?'. I would have liked it if he showed some vulnerability in that moment. And don't tell me 'This is cheva we are talking about, he is not capable of doing that', he actually did in the dramatic ending.

This was supposed to be such an angsty dramatic scene, if only they gave it more attention it would have gave his route more dept and made the ending all the more satisfying.

THIS is how I think things should have happened:

-After the dance, MC still acts the same and says they should have a meal together.

-Chevalier agrees and says then let's have dinner together.

-MC accepts and they have dinner in his room. MC is nervous since this is her first time alone with him in her room since he knows of her feelings and it makes her hyperaware of him. Specially that whenever she look up at him she sees he is already staring at her. Like he wants to commit her to his memory.

-Cheva sees that and starts talking about a new book to calm her down.It works and soon enough they are sitting together on his bed and reading the book together in silence.

-Chevalier's reading speed is higher than hers and whenever he is done he just stares at her as he waits for her to finish the page.

-MC finish a page and look up toward Chevalier to see if he's done with it, but when she does he is already looking at her and there eyes meet.

-They stare at each others soul for a very long time in silence before they kiss, none of them knowing who made the first move.

-The kiss soon turn into a full makeout session on Chevalier's bed and the book fall to the floor in a tud.

-This bring Chevalier to his senses, it is not like him to act so irrationnaly.

-He pulls away from MC, but she pulls him back and that was all he needed for his logical facade to snap.

-They make love and as MC cry her heart out she sees that Cheva's usual ice cold expression is nowhere to be seen.

-His walls are completely gone and at that moment she has the REAL Chevalier in front of her.

She says she loves him but he does not answer her back. He knows that if he says it, it's gonna make even more difficult for her, so he just hugs her to him instead.

And that's how it ends.

What do you guys think? I'm really interested in you guys's opinion on this topic.

#otome #otome game #ikemen series #ikemen prince #michel chevalier #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier #cheva #chevalier michel #ikepri #ikeprince #ikeprince chevalier #ikemen chevalier #ikepri chevalier michel #ikemen prince chevalier michel

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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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☾ 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕒𝕜𝕖 ☽

Author's Note: An idea I had floating around in my little brain for awhile, and I did a poll to see which character people were most interested in seeing it acted out with. Hunter won, so here you go. I'll probably do more polls like that in the future if people are interested. (it's finally done sldidsfsjsfsjflsf)

The planet is unnamed, but I mostly had Takodana's very lush landscapes in mind. The lake looking something like this but with some liberties. This is something I love about Star Wars; You can just create a scene and the whole galaxy is your oyster to play with.

Summary: The water laps around your shoulders, ending just below your collarbone. It flows around your every curve, covering your skin with the soft shine of the moons. They reflect on the water's surface, every star looking like glitter sparkling in the lake. "Come on Hunter; Join me? Just for a minute?"

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Pre-established relationship, skinny dipping, Sex in water but also on the shore, Post Order 66, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral(female receiving), Technically voyeurism? since it's outside i guess, Porn with mild setup plot, Creampie if you squint, it’s kinda just vanilla not super kinky stuff here today; but there is some on the horizon

Word Count: 6084 (if you just want the smut, scroll down about a third)

“So; Tech,”

Lowering the ship into the planet’s atmosphere he spares you a curious glance before turning back, still listening to what you’re going to say even if he’s no longer looking.

“Give us the details.”

Quite quickly he figures out you’re asking for some information on the planet you’re coming to, and quickly racks his brain for some interesting tidbits. You always enjoy hearing them, and learning about all these civilizations from far beyond where you’d grown up.

“It’s a small mid-rim planet, conveniently along one of the largest trade routes. It’s largest export is agricultural in nature; Fertile soil and temperate climate makes for optimal crop growth. It remained neutrally aligned for most of the war.”

Wrecker, who’s leaning forward to look out the viewport, comments on Tech’s encouraged ramble.

“That explains the forests.” Not being able to resist taking a peak you walk closer, Wrecker moving slightly to the side so you can look out as well.

He certainly wasn’t kidding; While the trees have nothing on a planet like say Kashyyyk, the forests here are still quite thick and cover a vast amount of area. Even into the mountains, though less sparse where crop fields and little towns reside. You’re not here for any signs of modern or at least living civilization, so it’s unlikely you’ll be getting to enjoy any of the local offerings.

Maybe if you and Omega teamed up you could whine until Hunter lets you all, but that’s a power play best used sparingly.

Since Wrecker abandons looking outside you decide to settle down and watch, leaning more against the viewport you see the treetops come closer and closer. Even Omega steps beside you to take a quick look. She seems more than entertained by the view of it all, while you spot something in particular that catches your interest more so than the rest.

It looks like there’s a decent sized lake hidden in all of the trees, you manage to catch a glimpse as you fly overhead. But it passes by before you have a chance to look anymore on it. Tech is landing not moments later, cutting off the engines and speaking up once more while he does.

“The forest makes for good camouflage. We should be able to find the old outpost with not too much trouble, however.”

Right; You aren’t here to sight see or have a picnic. Hopefully this abandoned base will have the gear you’re looking for, and in good working shape. Some of it would in theory be a nice upgrade for the lot of you, as well for being a good paycheck when you turn in the bulk of it for a reward. Provided it's all in working order.

Hunter, grabbing his pack off the ground calls to everyone to ready up, standing by the entrance of the ship.

“Should be an easy in and out. Let’s not make a mess of it.”

Easier said that done with this lot, and that includes yourself. The penchant of you all to get into some sort of trouble is more than a little bit common.

“And after, we get some food?” Wrecker tosses his helmet in his hands a few times, before slipping it on. You quite quickly agree with Wrecker, feeling your stomach rumble. Hunter sighs.

“And after we’ll get some food.”

“I still have some repairs to do, so I will take first watch.”

Tech doesn’t look up from his datapad as he speaks, ushering the lot of you in the direction of the bunks. It’s late; Both the moons hanging high in the sky after a long day. Wrecker and Omega are both eager to get some rest, and Echo can’t deny he feels largely the same. Hunter is a bit more composed, and checks over the area surrounding the ship before he decides to actually lay down. Wrecker has the job of hauling the finds into the back of the ship, the closest spot you'll have to a cargo hold on a ship this small.

The area you've landed in is far away from any sort of civilization, and that fact makes Hunter just the tiniest bit more relaxed about getting some shut eye. The constant bustling of cities makes it harder for him to pick out noises of concern, while quiet places like make it easier for him to rest, but his hearing will still prick up at the sound of someone messing with the hull or some other sort of concern.

When he walks deeper into the ship he sees you sitting on a bunk, pulling off your boots.

“Tech taking the first shift?” You say, looking at at him standing in front of you.

You put both your boots down at the head of the bunk, before throwing your legs up onto it. Hunter doesn’t bother to take off most of his armor when he sleeps, and you don’t even want to think on how uncomfortable it must all feel. Though you imagine he’s become used to it.

“Yep. He’s got some repair work to do, apparently.” His eyes are soft as he looks at you, watching you lay down.

“Well, night. Tell him not to wake us all up with the power tools again.”

Hunter rolls his eyes at the reference of a previous incident as he hauls his body into his own bunk, before laying back as well. He can hear you chuckling however, before it eventually fades off into a comfortable silence.

The ship is more quiet than usual, you think. Which would be perfect for getting some shuteye if you’d been planning on it. But you have a bit of an idea, and your mind is still spinning with it.

You just need to wait a little while.

Which you do, all the way until you slowly lean up and look around, taking a peek at everyone you can see. It's been at least an hour, a quick check on your datapad confirms that suspicion. You take another, longer look around the ship.

Everyone looks asleep; Even Hunter.

Ever so slowly you slide off of your bunk, grabbing your boots and pack off the floor. You’ll slip on your boots outside, to try and be as quiet as possible.

Tech has the gangplank open at the moment, as he’s been shuffling in and out of the ship working on some repairs well into the night.

Multitasking he says; As he can keep watch, as well as work.

The power tools you'd complained about are running, and should cover the sound of you walking at least somewhat. With light footsteps you sneak outside, instantly taking a deep breath of the fresh forest air. The nighttime is significantly cooler than it had been earlier, but it’s still somewhat warm; Enough so that you don’t need any sort of extra layers. You slip on your boots and start walking.

Once you reach the treeline you take a look back, seeing the small amount of light emanating from The Marauder. This planet has multiple moons, and as such the nights along with the stars are quite bright compared to most other planets. You don’t even need a torch to see into the forest, walking through some underbrush and deeper into the forest.

At least this forest isn’t very thick; It’s relatively easy to walk the same paths the wildlife does in order to make your way through, weaving through large trees and the small shrubby underneath them all. There’s the occasional rustling as well, something jumping around in the trees or scurrying away at the sound of you walking on fallen leaves.

You can see what you want through the trees, and just stepping over a few more branches, you finally make it onto the clear area just surrounding the outer edges of the lake.

It’s even better than it had looked overhead from The Marauder.

Lily pads are scattered around the edge of the lake, their roots visible traveling downward and showing from how clear the water is. Beneath them swim unique little fishes that you have no clue their species; Only that they’re cute, colorful little things, and swim in decent sizes schools. But most of all, the way the sky reflects in the water makes it almost seem like the lake is a nebula in and of itself, each individual star sparkling in the water so still it seems like you're looking downward into a portal to the sky.

Putting your bag on the ground beside a tree, you take off your boots first and place them right beside it. Your bottoms go next, stuffing them in the back along with your underwear. Then your top, the final piece of clothing to go.

After that, you take one step forward and hesitantly dip your toe in the water, feeling the temperature. This is such a reckless, silly idea, but the temptation of it is a bit too much.

But what is even more so tempting, is that you know that you won’t be alone for very long out here.

You know Hunter is following you, or will be soon; It won't be long at all that he's awake and notices that you're gone. More than likely, he heard your footsteps the moment they hit the ramp and he's already on your tail.

He'll be here, it's just a waiting game.

Perhaps it’s not going to be totally clean, but it feels nice to have your hair wet and scrubbed away of any dirt and grime that had once been in it, as you shake your head. It will be an absolutely uncontrollable mess when you return to the Marauder and it dries, but at least it’ll be clean.

It all just feels so relaxing. The water is so peaceful not cold or hot, and the air is quiet apart from the sounds of some nocturnal wildlife. This was such a fit of the moment idea but you’re glad you decided to go through it, wiping some waterdrops off your eyelids as you wash your face.

And maybe it was a bit of a reckless idea sure, but what fit of the moment indulgence isn’t? You’ll blame the lack of a proper shower or bath in The Marauder as the reason why, even if the peaceful nature is the thing you’re enjoying most out of all of this.

But gods, is it nice to have a little bit of quiet time once and awhile. That ship can be a stuffed racket. If this is even a fraction of how Hunter feels at time, you can’t even fathom how he hasn’t just exploded at this point-

There’s a rustle in the trees, and you quickly halt everything and stare at where you think it came from. Your eyes dart around, water lapping at your collarbone.

It’s silent again, before there’s suddenly a bit more noises, and your eyes catch a small glimpse of something moving. Instantly you look to the area that shifted.

And from it- Hunter.

The moment he catches you he can’t hide the shocked expression on his face, looking down for a second and seeing where your clothes are piled just in front of his boots.

“What are you doing?!”

Hunter whisper yells, making his way slightly down the incline towards the shore and past your belongings. You watch with a mischievous smile, wading just a bit closer so you can hear him easier. The water laps a little ways above the middle of your sternum now.

“Taking a bath.” Hunter hates the way you sing that response with such a lack of caution towards what insanity you've gotten up to, watching him.

“In the middle of the night? In a forest? Tech barely realized you were gone until I told him I heard you leave! If something had happened we wouldn’t have known until it was-” You roll your eyes, interrupting him.

“Ugh, you always think of the worst possible scenario.” Raising one of your hands out of the water you gesture towards yourself, trying to beckon him in as water splashes off your palm and back where it was taken from.

“Come on in, it’s fine,” The water is nice and warm, and you push away a stray lily pad that floats close to your face. Hunter purses his lips and looks side to side, before pointing at you and then the ground.

“It is not fine. Get out.”

You fake contemplation, but for only a moment.

“No.”

Hunter begins to use his more formal 'Sargent voice', attempting to try and force you out.

“I am not playing around. Get out of the water.”

“Or what?" When that doesn't work, Hunter blows air through his tight lips as he attempts not to get irritated at you.

“I am not going to play this game with you, seriously. Get out. Anyone could see you." Your toes just barely brush against the bottom of the lake, kicking up dirt and scaring away the tiny little fishes that swim somewhat close by, curious at what weird thing is in their home so late at night.

“Ohhhh, so that's why you don't want me to have fun? Cause someone might catch a peek besides you?" His hand tightens around the tree branch he's holding to keep himself steady on the edge of the lake, watching as you slowly drift backwards deeper into the lake.

The water laps around your shoulders, ending just below your collarbone. It flows around your every curve, covering your skin with the soft shine of the moons. They reflect on the water's surface, every star looking like glitter sparkling in the lake.

“Come on Hunter; Join me? Just for a minute?"

Hunter loathes to admit that, it's tempting. Even if the alarm bells in his head are ringing because technically, the ship is largely unguarded- Tech is the only one keep an eye out since he's left, and doesn't have Hunter's keep hearing to cue him in anything out here everyone else can't see.

But he's done his lookouts, perimeter checks, there's nothing around. He hasn't heard so much as a peep from anything other than wildlife.

And you look, ethereal. That's the word he'll choose, even if he knows it isn't of a magnitude to really represent how he feels. Bits of your hair stick to your face, as you just barely tread water.

“You know on my home planet, there's old stories about mystical women tempting men into the lakes." Hunter's boots slide on the dirt slightly, his free hand on his belt as he debates taking it off.

“To do what?" You shrug, and for a moment he can see more of the outline of your chest.

“Depends on who's telling the story."

Looking down he sees where your clothes are all bundled up in your pack, the small one that they'd given you not long ago. He sees the drawn '99' symbol on the front pocket, that you'd shoddily done yourself to match them. He'd left his own pack on the ship, so he reaches his hands up to unbuckle his chest plate, just laying it on the ground so he can put everything else inside of it. You perk up considerably upon the realization that he's actually going to join you, the water splashing with your jump. After you bend at the knees, sinking enough that the water comes up to just barely brush your nose as you watch him.

Slowly, piece by piece he peels his armor away, putting it right beside your own clothing.

Shoulder plates, forearm guards, belt, thigh plates; Kneepads, boots, blasters.

When he's down to only his black body glove, he glances towards you for a moment. He doesn't audibly say anything, before looking back and beginning to peel the last of his clothing away. His arms first, wrapping down to his hips where from the side, you can just barely catch the v-line leading down to his groin at the smattering of dark hair that catches the light.

“I can feel you staring."

The water bubbles and ripples when you attempt to giggle, taking a breath and pushing your legs out from underneath you, falling under the water. By the time you come back up, Hunter is already stepping into the water, up to his hips.

“It’s warm,” He says, his hand brushing across the surface. He makes his way closer to you, the water rising higher and higher.

“Did you know this was out here the whole time?” He’s close enough to you now that it would only take one decent stride to be chest to chest, smiling at him.

“I saw it overhead as we were landing. Decided to take a look when everyone else was looking the other way.” Hunter shouldn’t be surprised, but he’ll always shake his head at your mischievousness. It’s not as if he can complain now however, as at this point, he has technically joined you in it.

He dives his head underneath the water for a moment, before coming up with his hair slopping wet and sticking to his face in chunks of wavy, dark curls.

“I thought you were just trying to fetch me and bring me back?” Realizing that originally yes, that was his goal, Hunter looks away from a moment.

“I… Reconsidered.” He steps a little closer.

“It’s quiet. And we haven’t have much time alone since, everything.” Hunter is also so hilariously enthralled by the way the water shines on your skin, and how he can just barely see the outline of your chest beneath the surface.

He is right; You’ve barely had any time to think since you all became deserters, not even considering trying to have some time alone.

He takes one step closer, hearing all the leaves brushing in the trees close by and fish swimming below the surface. You’re looking up at him with that same mischievous little smile you had when he first found you here, the color of your eyes shining. You feel his hands grip your waist below the water, pulling you against him as he leans in and softly presses his lips to yours, feeling the cooled water on your skin. You move your arms to wrap around his neck, and he takes one tiny step closer so his body is almost completely melded against yours.

Gods, it feels like it’s been ages. You already feel a weight in your gut and your throat getting tight, and it's only just a kiss. You both sneak moments here and there, but to finally be able to hold each other close like this? It’s been too long. The passion you feel in your chest is increasing, and that chaste kiss is turning into one that is making your head feel lighter.

“I missed you,”

You say, listening to him let out an almost confused sounding chuckle.

“We’ve been trapped in the same ship for weeks now, how could you miss me?” You can’t help but roll your eyes a bit, still smiling as your fingers play with his damp hair. You have a pretty good feeling he’s joking with that line, judging by his soft smile and raised eyebrows.

“I missed this; We always have to be so well behaved on The Marauder.” You aren’t wrong, and it seems Hunter understands- and agrees with you. It's good to be on the same page.

“True. But they’re all back there, we have a minute to ourselves.”

You don’t need to respond to him, leaning in to steal another kiss. It’s harder; His tongue brushes against your bottom lip and you can hear him softly breathe, his hands firmly against the small of your back. They keep drifting lower and lower- and while they don’t quite touch your ass just yet, it wouldn’t take much of a movement downward for him to be able to grip tightly.

Your arms wrap tighter around his neck to pull him closer, to press your body harder against his, but he hums against your mouth before pulling back.

“Be patient; We got time.”

You might have time now yes, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t needy; You’ve lost count how many times you’ve had to take matters into your own hands, either by shoving any dirty thoughts deep to the back of your mind, or trying hopelessly to sneak a few minutes alone in the refresher.

He’s hinted before that he’s had to do the same; Especially if he hears you accidentally make a lewd noise, or catches a scent that makes his body run unbelievably hot. The idea of him doing so always sets you off, so it’s just an endless cycle.

One of his hands you can feel slowly slipping down your back, moving across to the side of your hip. You can feel the callused tips of his fingers against your skin, rough from years of wear and tear. It’s part of what makes his touch cause you to unconsciously shiver, even more so as he slowly slips his hand between the both of your bodies. Every motion is so infuriatingly slow, methodical as he moves what feels like only millimeters- intent to take his time. You hate it, more than anything as it makes your cunt ache around nothing and your blood boils, but the build up will make it all the more satisfying. Even if it also feels like torture, as his lips brush over the corner of your mouth. You move your head to just slightly to kiss him, unable to stop yourself from moaning into his mouth.

You can feel his cock gently brush against the front of your thigh, when your legs more just slightly apart to accommodate him. The moment you feel his fingers brush over your lower stomach you can’t help the way your muscles tighten just slightly, in the anticipation of him. They ever so slightly drift lower, until he slips his fingers between your folds underneath the clear water's surface.

You almost rise on the balls of your feet, feeling the way his fingers curl ever so slightly as the prod almost teasingly against your entrance.

“Gods; You smell amazing."

Even through all of the noises and smells of a forest as large and as full of life are overwhelming, Hunter can easily focus on only you; As you take over and occupy all of his senses. He can feel the way you tighten around his fingers, palm pressing down just over your clit. Even if it's dulled by the water, it would be an un-fightable temptation for him to try and not indulge in you.

As much as he would love to just figuratively tear you apart, he has time; There's no looming time limit for when his brothers will come back, or when they need to be off to the next planet.

He can, in theory, fuck you all night if the universe allows him.

You seem certainly willing, as your nails dig into his skin and leave little crescent moon shaped dents all along his shoulder blades.

The water feels so warm now; Maybe it still is from the sun shining on it throughout the day, or maybe your body is just so fucking hot that the temperature of the water is no longer affecting you.

Either way it doesn't matter, all that matters is that Hunter is touching you and will continue to do so, up until you've both made up for the amount of times he's so desperately wanted to bury his cock in you.

Where wouldn't even matter; He's just so absolutely fucking starving for it.

“Lets, let’s go back to the shore.”

He can’t disagree with you, it would be quite hard do anything more standing up, let alone in this deep of water. As fun and easy as it might look in the holofilms. The two of you quickly tread back to shore, Hunter right behind you as you open your pack once you get to it.

Thankfully you’d had the forethought to pack a blanket in your pack; Originally for drying off. But now it gets laid on the ground intended for a completely other use, not that you're complaining.

Once you lay it down and get upon it, Hunter instantly follows, hovering over your as your legs drift apart to accommodate him. He instantly feels the warm skin of your legs against his as they close around him, keeping him tightly to you.

“Hello again,” You dare to joke, feeling the way his lips curl upwards when they press against the sensitive pulse of your neck. You moan, feeling as he leaves kisses and little marks just hard enough to make your skin ache ones he leaves.

“Always joking.” He never minds it.

Lips drifting downward they brush over your collarbone, breast, going lower and lower as his hands lay on your thighs. He feels the way they almost instinctively close when the air of his breath brushes over your skin, but his gentle grip keeps them spread just enough for his liking.

He can easily see how wet you are- smell it more so- the way it shines against your outer lips even with the water droplets from the lake still sliding down your skin. He doesn’t look for long however, as his hands firmly grip your thighs and keep them spread apart.

“Hunter-!"

You would’ve sworn he hadn’t had a taste of any liquid for weeks judging by the way he suddenly pressed his mouth against you, tongue lapping at your cunt like a starving man.

His tongue slips between your folds as his nose occasionally brushes against your clit, Hunter’s large hands grasping each of your thighs and keeping them pressed firmly apart. They grip rougher now that he’s in the midst of it, though you have no complaints.

He had once admitted that he oh so greatly enjoyed doing this to you, but being so close to the heat of you, the smell and the warmth and the sound of him winding you up like a coil until you snap, it can drive him near insane. He always tries to steady himself and keep it slow, but while he’s usually more than eager to take his time, after so long apart he can’t help but be a little bit rushed and desperate.

“Hunter- Holy- Slow down there a bit…”

You don’t entirely mean the sentiment, it’s more so commenting on how his hands are gripping your body so tight and keeping you so close, but he does slow down slightly. You can feel the stubble of his cheeks scratching against your skin like sandpaper, surely it’ll be a little sensitive later. They almost always are, but it's never a serious complaint.

Just something to remember this night by in the morning, so you know for sure it wasn't just the hottest fucking wet dream you've had in your entire life.

Hunter buries is face even deeper when he feels your body arching up slightly, hands grasping at the ground as your cunt soaks him. He dares to let one hand slip away from your thighs and slides two fingers into your cunt, curling inside of you and feeling the way you tighten around them. He can taste you on his lips, even more so as you cum and fill the air with all the sweet noises he loves so much, wants to hear over and over again, moaning his name to as his tongue presses against your clit. He borderline abuses it as your hips twitch, hand reaching for him in an attempt to ground yourself as your thighs shake.

Your face is already hot, eyes blown out looking at him as he pulls away from you. A string of spit follows going from your pussy to his lips, before it quickly snaps.

But gods; The taste of you, the smell right beneath his nose, it always drives him so close to the edge. He teeters right on it, his neck is tight and he finds himself holding his breath accidentally when he moves back up your body.

You brush some of his wet hair away from his forehead, feeling his cock resting against your thigh.

“Was this your plan the whole time?” His says quietly, one hand supporting himself beside your waist while the other drifts between your two bodies.

“The first part was; This is all just a bonus.” His loves that sneaky, satisfied smile you wear sometimes, but he’s always eager to wipe it off- watching as he slowly presses his cock into you and it fades, biting your lip as you struggle not to moan.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You hope he fulfills that thinly veiled threat of punishment some day in the future.

In any other situation being out of the water still wet it might start to give you a chill, but with how fast your heart is racing it’s not a possibility, feeling Hunter’s own skin touch yours. He's always run hot, it just seem to be in his nature, and you can feel it as his body lays close. You can see the way the muscles of his shoulders tighten and flex as he bottoms out inside of you, hips pressing against the backs of your thighs. Strands of thick, wet hair hang around his face, shadowing it- but still letting you see the way his brow furrows and dark eyes dart over your face.

His thrusts start slow, building upward as his wet hair brushes against your skin. Your thighs press against his hips, one of your hands tangling in his hair. He loves to have it tugged on, tightly woven between your fingers as his bandana lays abandoned on the shoreline surely close by all of his other items. He'd never dare let it get blown away.

His tattoos almost seem even more prominent wet, though maybe it’s just the shine of the night sky on the water that’s making it seem so. They move atop his muscles as he fucks you, the ones on his arms shifting as his biceps flex. You've always loved them- the tattoos, and the way they seem to highlight parts of his body in a way that's made you catch yourself staring multiple times before.

"Kriff," Hunter pants. "You really are a damn tease."

Did it take him that long to figure that out? It had been the goal the whole time.

If there's anything you've learned from being with Hunter particularly in situations different than this where he isn't nearly as gentle, the fun is in the chase.

But neither of you are going to last very long with how pent up you are, how long it’s been; The teasing and the build up over weeks of stolen kisses and soft, subtle gestures.

You let out a gasp as his cock brushes against a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves, a breath nearly getting caught in your throat.

"Gods- Hunter I'm so-" He knows you are, he can feel it as your tight cunt wraps around him like a vice, and even if the water might mask it, Hunter can feel how wet you are, how you leak over his cock as you wrap tight around him. Your lip is caught so firmly in-between your teeth it might bleed, moaning from deep in your throat.

He swears he can almost hear his own teeth grind against each other when he cums, filling you as you grind against him for more. Just that little bit to get pushed over the edge, as you're already teetering so close it's like you're dangling on the edge of a cliff.

But it doesn't take much; All you need is his fingers pushing against your clit trying to pull it from you before your thighs press against his hips like you want to crush them, seeing white behind your closed lids. He feels you cum around him, gripping the shoddy, soaked with lake water blanket so tight as you intake a breath and hold it long enough he almost tells you to breath. Your knuckles strain, seeing stars as he dares to move his hips slowly almost milking you through it all, and listening to the way you mewl desperately for him.

Gods, you missed him. Even in the short time he was gone. Even if you don't think you could handle it, you still want to go again. Until you were even more of a mess than you are now. Hunter gently pulls his softening cock from you and groans, while you feel a pleasant, wonder ache as his cum leaks from you.

But the afterglow is nice. Hunter most of all likes how peaceful it is. Just you and him; It would take someone hours to track you both down if they really wanted to.

Just a moment to yourselves.

His lips are still grazing just over yours as he talks, and you can feel the ever so slight scratch of his stubble. Since Kamino he's sometimes had moments where he hasn't had time to regulation shave it perfect, so he gets this nice bit of scratchy stubble that makes you smile whenever it burns your skin.

“We should get back; Before anyone realizes we’re gone.”

He isn’t wrong, but it’s not to say your pleased about having to finally end this.

"I don't want to." He stares down at you, seeing your mischievous smile hiding some genuine disappointment.

"I said earlier I wasn't going to let you get away with this. And I wont." He pulls away, but not before stealing a quick kiss. "Grab your things."

Always the strict one. But of the squad known to not follow rules; So it's not as if he hates breaking them at times.

Pulling away, you begin to try and find your clothes, Hunter wringing his hair while you shake yourself off enough to put them on and they won't become completely soaked with water by proxy. Hunter is a little bit slower than you as he has to put his armor back on as well, but he’s not much so.

At least the one with the hyper developed senses is the one sneaking back in, as it makes the quiet entrance in The Marauder that much easier once you return.

No one instantly notices you, as Tech is far too distracted in the cockpit working. Wrecker is still sleeping, as is Omega, and presumably Echo is somewhere in the far back of the ship either working, or taking a breather. He often times does so since a full cycle of sleep seems to still be hard for him, which is understandable.

Neither of you are complaining; It makes it easier for the both of you to get inside with being question where you went.

But while Hunter technically had a nap earlier, you hadn’t, so you’re more than a little tuckered out after everything. Quite quickly you move to slip into your bunk after you pull off your boots, before you realize you could sneak a bit of time in Hunter's instead.

So you silently move and swap to his bunk, but before he has a chance to join you...

“Hunter?”

He hears Tech call his name, and leaves you to go see what he needs. Not before sighing at Tech's both terrible and incredible timing. A few minutes earlier for that call, and he might've realized both of you were missing.

The moment Hunter enters the cockpit and asks what he could possibly need Tech doesn’t look up at him, instead continuing to tinker while speaking.

“I didn’t know you’d woken back up; Would you perhaps give me a hand? Unfortunately I need another pair for this.”

Hunter takes a quick glance back towards you and sees you gently wave, smiling at him as you swing your feet back and forth. You can wait a few moments while he does this. Even if he'd rather you didn't have to, as he'd much rather be there than helping with whatever this mess of tangled wires and metal bits is.

Looks kind of dangerous, even by Tech standards.

Just as he begins to take a kneel in order to help Tech looks up, and Hunter’s eyes lock with his for a moment.

Tech squints behind the tempered glass of his googles.

“Why is your hair wet? Me nor Echo hear the refresher shower running.”

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Dwelling in the Night, Part Four: Just Know I'm Not the Sinister Type

Series Masterlist

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3

Summary: Life, and un-life, goes on. Stevan and you get closer, despite your better judgment, and actually reach the level of friends. It's actually quite nice when you don't think about everything that might come when time keeps going on, leaving only one of you untouched. Meanwhile, an eventful night of hunting happens for you. One with what you thought was a close call that involved you not killing someone tonight out of sympathy. But unfortunately, for you, you don't have as keen of eyes as you think you do.

Warnings: Reader is a vampire, so there's the usual vampire stuff like drinking blood and biting. Reader gets a little bit edgy and emo, not going to lie to you, because I gave them some backstory to their vampirism. Reader actually attacks someone, but doesn't kill them. It's revealed that reader can to mind control and memory altering as a vampire power however, it is used on someone else. So if you have issues with mind control stuff be aware of that. Cliffhanger ending.

Author’s Snip: Vampire Y/N lover come and get your juice. *places a blood bag on the table* Wow! I'm actually doing something that advances the plot instead of whatever part 3 was. But yeah. We may be having plots merging 👀.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1974

It had been a while since the meat incident. About a month or two. The boys, although a bit creeped out by the idea of some stranger breaking into their place and just eating the raw meat in their fridge, seemed to let it go.

You also let it slip by, opting to pretend to yourself that you never did that in the first place. Both too ashamed about it, even though you weren't actually caught, and also because of the fact that Moon Knight technically broke into your place through your open window making you think that he saw you crawl in through Steven's window and back.

To you, what Steven didn't know wouldn't hurt him. It was only one time and it was out of desperation to satisfy the hunger that exists inside you before it took its hold of you and you made an even bigger mess of things.

Over these past few months, you and Steven grew closer. You would actually spend time in each other's flats from time to time. In his, you would spend time talking about various things like some literature since he had an abundance of books, but one thing you loved was when he'd tell you everything there is to know about Egypt and all of its history and mythos. It was amusing to you, hearing him ramble on and on about... well... everything. It's not like you knew anything about the place. You may be old but you aren't ancient Egypt old so hearing all of this from one person was nice. But then again maybe it was because Steven was the only thing close to a friend you have here, other than Moon Knight when you bump into him in the alleys.

Steven liked your flat too, surprisingly. So far you had spun the story that you were a person who liked to collect vintage things and also had a small interest in the macabre, as a means to explain the coffin you had 'as a coffee table'.

In truth, your coffin coffee table that you 'got from a funeral home somewhere' was actually yours and you were meant to be sealed in it, in your original home. But you came back just before they could nail it shut back in your family mausoleum. Your collection of vintage was always yours and has never once been in a thrift or antique store. Some were things from when you were alive. Most others were things you collected through the years afterward. The bed frame and mattress, plates, cups, utensils, and other normal things that you've never actually used but bought so that in case someone comes to your flat they wouldn't find it odd and start to question things, which might lead to your discovery.

Steven didn't need to know that though. Instead, he just oggled at them all and occasionally asked about a few things. There was one item that he just had to ask about though.

"Who's this?" he questioned, pointing at a photo. It was of you back when you were alive. It was old, barely still together, and in grainy black and white with the tint of age changing the white. You went for the easy answer, "It's a great relative all the way back in the day.".

"They look an awful lot like you, don't they?" Steven comments with a little smile. "Yeah. I get that a lot." you respond, "It happens. Sometimes decedents look a lot like the older generations." you comment, to which Steven nods, taking the lie.

But you can only lie so much.

"What exactly brings you here? If you don't mind me asking." Steven questions.

I was starting to be found out and the hunters showed up trying to hunt me, so I needed to flee.

"I just wanted to move somewhere new. Get a fresh start." you simply answered.

"Do you have family here?" is what Steven asks next.

It wouldn't really matter. The family tree's grown on without you. Any family you used to have are all dead now, leaving descendants that either remember you as a dearly departed that was taken too soon or have never even heard of you.

"No." you answer simply, again.

Steven gives you a sympathetic glance at that answer. "That's a bit lonely, isn't it? Being here all by yourself." Steven comments.

"I have you." is what you say, not thinking before saying it. Steven blushes a bit at the answer with a shocked look crossing is soft eyes for a moment before smiling. "Well, I'm glad that I can be someone to keep you company." he says.

"Yeah," you mutter smiling back. But there's a little bit of pain plucking at your heartstrings deep down.

You've never really had a friend before, at least not after you came back from the dead. You had a few when living. You had a lot of things that you couldn't come back for after returning. Your way of 'life' was now just staying out of sight or under the radar. Taking what you could and fleeing when you were caught. Learning how to control any weird powers and abilities you gained all by yourself.

You made acquaintance over these years in the few places you've been, but you never really made bonds since it was a matter of time till you needed to leave again. That, and also to save the sight of watching time take its course on them while you stayed frozen and outside of its reach like always.

In all honesty, you tried to push Steven away or keep him at the same distance as you did everyone else, but somehow he just managed to squeeze right in by being your kindly, and dorky, neighbor. You tried to shake off the feeling of dread for the day you may need to leave or see time reach him too. For now, he's just Steven.

🩸🩸🩸

Another night of hunting and another night of putting on the clothes that helped you blend in with the shadows of the alleys that you stalked. Sure it was dirty to kill off criminals but it had its benefits to society if you looked at it from a certain angle, and also because bloody banks are more of a hassle than this.

You locked on a target. A mugger that's been making the rounds around this alley path that some would use as a shortcut to get places quicker. But during the night it was dangerous. It had a lot of pockets from the old infrastructure that criminals could hide in waiting to ponce on someone passing by. But that could also spin their own doom when it came to you hunting them. This guy was using the technique too. Using a spot made for dumping trash and scraps for the collectors in the morning. It was big enough for the both of you.

He didn't see you in the shadows, watching him and his movements from your spot. You both listened for the sound of anyone coming, both waiting for the moment to strike. You hear heels clacking on the stone floor, coming closer, and it seems like he hears them too as he settles himself into place. You don't feel like witnessing a poor woman be ambushed and so you go for the shot anyway. You already know what he's planning on doing so might as well do it like he still did it.

You grab the back of his shirt and pull him towards you. But he instinctively elbows you causing you to bite his arm instead of his neck. He recoils, you lunge, and you both scuffle down onto the ground. He's actually pretty strong, but you've wrestled with some criminals before and at some point they end up losing.

But in the scuffle, he grabs something from the ground close to the wall and hits you across the face with it. And it hurts. It burns. You coil back and hold your face, emit something between a scream, growl, and hiss. A noise that you don't make too often. You feel bits of wood and splinters on the stinging skin. He's hit you with a piece of spare plywood that was left to be collected.

Great. Out of all of the things he could have hit you with, it's the one thing that actually hurts.

You come back to your senses when you see him try to run. But you can't let him go. He's most likely seen your face since you don't wear a mask, if he gets away he can identify you to someone, and that spells out trouble for you. Even if it seems a bit twisted, you can't let that happen, no matter the cost. So you get up and give chase.

The mugger runs in the direction of more alleys instead of the streets in a desperate means to just get away from you and not thinking properly out of fear. This place would be a maze to him, but not to you. You can smell the blood from your bite on his arm, drawing a straightforward path right to him. You hear him calling out for help as he runs. You can tell he's scared, it makes you feel guilty for what you'd need to do when you caught him but it was the only way in your eyes.

Or was there.

Right.

You have some of his blood, you have a little influence over him. If you could just catch up with him, you could maybe keep him from identifying you to the police or someone without killing him.

You manage to find him and now tail him. You want to catch up to him but he's at a distance advantage and you're close to the end of the alleyways, he could make it out before you get to him. It's now or never.

You focus on his blood in your mouth and shout "Stop!" at him, and he does. You want to sign in relief but you could lose your already weak hold. You quickly walk towards him and face him, looking him in the eyes. He looks panicked by the fact that he can't move anything. You ignore it and focus again as you look deep into his eyes, then feel the connection be made for your influence.

You even out your voice, "You don't remember my face." you say.

"You don't remember being chased by anyone." you add.

It always feels a bit jarring when the people you do this with just calm down and enter in the trance-like state they get into when you do this. His eyes and muscles relax entirely, he even drops the plywood he's still holding that you didn't notice before.

"You were... just taking the shortcut through the alley. You don't remember getting bitten by anyone or anything either." you add on as a means to cover up any tracks that would be left in his memory.

You keep the connection as you back away into the shadows, being concealed again and unseen by him and anyone else, and then cut it loose.

The man snaps out of it, looking around confused, most likely confused how he got here and then being shocked at the injury on his arm. He holds the wound as he walks away and out of the alley.

You relax, having managed to nail the mercy even though you had so little to use. "Holy shit." you mutter as you slip down a hatch to the city sewers below to head home.

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"Holy shit..." an unseen man mutters to himself processing the scene he just saw right before him.

And here he thought that his jokes about you were just jokes to mess with the others.

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