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@deadboyween day 4!!
day 4 prompt: orbs
summary: edwin is worried about charles, who just will not sit still. he knows something is troubling him, but he just won't talk about it. eventually, he exhausts himself so much he reverts into orb form.
notes: when i made the prompt list this was the one i was determined to write something for, so when i realised it was TODAY and i hadn't written anything yet, i just kinda threw this together oops
also on ao3!!
and it feels good to be known so well
Charles Rowland rarely sat still. He always had to be somewhat dynamic, whether it be bouncing his leg up and down or fidgeting with whatever was in his hands at the time. He was fine if he was focused, like during client interviews and while on cases, but when he was just relaxing, he was never truly still.
That had been the case for as long as Edwin could remember, but Charlesâs constant movement had never been quite as bad as it had been for the last few weeks. Even seeing him sitting down at all had been a rarity.
Heâd been on his feet for so long that he just looked soâŚtired. Ghosts may not sleep, but that didnât mean they could keep moving forever without so much as a break. Edwin had been beginning to worry. Something was bothering him, that much was clear. And the way he kept looking directly at Edwin, as though to say something, then immediately looked away as soon as the other boy made eye contact, really didnât help Edwinâs growing anxiety.
âCharles, are you quite alright?â he asked, putting his notebook away in the drawer of his desk and giving the boy his full attention. âI know youâre usually very mobile but there is clearly something on your mind.â
âIâm good, mate. Donât worry about me,â Charles replied simply.
Edwin knew Charles well enough to tell when what he said was just a pre-programmed response to get people to stop worrying about him, no matter what was going on in that brilliant-yet-troubled mind of his. Edwin also, however, knew Charles well enough to tell when pushing him to talk wasnât a good idea. And it was clear that this wasnât the time, so Edwin chose support over questioning.
âOkay, but if you do need to talk, you know Iâm always here to listen. And please sit down, you look exhausted.â
âI said Iâm fine, Edwin,â Charles said again, snappier. He immediately regretted his tone. âJustâŚâ
Then, Charles seemed to wobble a little on his feet. He let out a shaky breath, even though his lungs hadnât truly inhaled air in thirty-five years, and leaned back against the arm of the sofa as though to steady himself.
âCharlesâŚ?â
âShit, Edwin, I thinkâŚâ
Before Charles could even finish his sentence, a spot on his chest just over his unbeating heart began to glow, and within a few seconds the rest of his corporeal form had faded away, leaving only a glowing sphere in his place.
âCharles!â
Edwin rushed over to the sofa, just catching the orb before it rolled off the sofa and onto the ground. He lifted the pulsing light to face height, inspecting it as though it could actually be harmed.
âThis is the second time in two weeks, Charles. Please, just talk to me, youâre exhausting yourself,â he sighed, trying to fight back tears he couldnât quite explain.
He thought things had gotten better since Port Townsend. He thought they had agreed to talk when they had important things on their mind, no matter what. He thought they werenât keeping the deep stuff quiet anymore.
Evidently, he was wrong. Edwin couldnât help but think that perhaps it was his confession that had caused them to backtrack so significantly in terms of communication. Sure, Charles told him that he was fine with it, that it hadnât changed anything between them, that they were still the most important people in the world to each other â and Edwin believed him. At first glance, it would seem that they were just as close as they had been before â closer, even. Charles seemed more inclined to initiate physical contact than ever, and always seemed to be calmest when Edwin was in the room with him. But Edwin also knew Charles had gotten very good at keeping things locked up inside himself, especially things that could potentially make him feel like a burden. If everyone would be happier without it being said, it wouldnât be said. Edwin genuinely thought that if you were to look up people pleaser in a dictionary, all that would be written there as its definition would be Charles Rowlandâs name.
So if his confession had changed things, if Charles really was worrying about it, of course he wouldnât mention it. If it had changed things, of course he might think twice about being quite so open about his own struggles. Edwin just wished he understood just how much he loved him. Not necessarily the love that made Edwin want to kiss Charles, to touch him in a romantic sense â but the love that made him always want Charles around, the love that made Charles the most important person in Edwinâs universe, the love that he had for him no matter what, no matter whether or not he returned Edwinâs romantic feelings.
Edwin just loved Charles because of who he was, and he always had. He hoped one day the other boy might finally understand that, so he knew intrinsically that he really could talk to him about anything, and didnât have to bottle it up so much that things like this happened so often.
Edwin returned to his desk, but didnât pull his notebook back out just yet. He simply sat there, Charlesâs most pure and natural form floating slightly in his palms.
A few hours later, Charles had still not returned back to his usual gangly, grinning form. He was still just that tiny sphere of glowing energy. Heâd been rolling around on the desk for the better part of half an hour â Edwin scolded him for moving around in this state when his constant activity was what prompted it in the first place â and had now found a place to settle.
He was nestled on Edwinâs shoulder, as though peering over him to look at his notebook like he usually did in his corporeal body. Every so often he nuzzled closer to Edwinâs neck, and Edwin couldnât help the sense of pride and comfort he felt in the knowledge that Charles felt safe with him, no matter what secrets might be causing problems in his currently non-existent head.
The quiet of the room was interrupted when the door to the office opened and Crystal walked in.
âHey, Edwin, have you seen Charles-â she began, but cut herself off when she spotted the flickering sphere on Edwinâs shoulder. âWhatâs that?â
âOh. Hello, Crystal. Uh, this is Charles,â Edwin said.
âIâm sorry, what? HeâsâŚa blob?â Crystal looked confused as she took her coat off, laying it across the empty sofa.
âAn orb,â Edwin corrected. âIt happens to us sometimes when we get tired. We may not be able to sleep like the living do, but we can compress ourselves into our most natural form â pure spectral energy. Well, I say we can. Sometimes it is involuntary, like fainting. Thatâs what happened to Charles.â
âOkay, thatâsâŚkind of cool actually. Like ghost hibernation.â
As Crystal walked over towards the desk, Charles seemed to vibrate, growing brighter for a couple of seconds before dimming again.
âThatâs him saying hello,â Edwin clarified.
âOh. Hey, Charles! WaitâŚhe can hear us?â
âYes. Well, no. Sort of. He can sense that youâre here but perhaps not understand what youâre saying. Well, if we do hear we forget it when we turn back. We donât fully understand it, if weâre honest.â
âRight,â Crystal said, clearly understanding even less than Edwin did.
The orb moved again, this time towards the side of Edwinâs neck as he had been doing all afternoon. Edwin chuckled â it did always tickle a little when he did that.
âCharles tends to get clingy when heâs like this,â Edwin turned back to Crystal, who had sat opposite him in the chair usually reserved for clients.
Edwin from a few months ago might have told her to move, or at least given her a glaring look, but now-Edwin simply smiled at her. Theyâd become good friends since everything, once theyâd both realised they were being a little unfair taking out their frustrations on one another.
âHe told me once that it is like his way of ensuring me he is there even when he cannot exactly talk. He seems to have a proclivity for always having to be near me in some way, especially since Hell,â he continued.
âI had noticed that,â Crystal said.
âI keep trying to tell him he doesnât have to, that I can protect myself, but he just wonât listen.â
âIt does seem like protecting you makes him happy,â she commented.
âI know. And I like knowing that he is happy, of course I do. But he seems to think that if he isnât useful to me, then I will not want him around.â
âHeâs like the biggest people pleaser Iâve ever met.â
âI just wish he knew that I want him around no matter what.â
Edwin turned to look sadly at his shoulder as he spoke. Charles only nuzzled even closer.
Crystal leaned further towards him, comforting.
âIâm sure he does know that, Edwin, itâs just⌠itâs just who he is. I think with everything that happened when he was alive, he constantly feels like he has to prove himself to everyone because he could never seem to be good enough for anyone. His dad beat him, and even the people he thought were his friends turned on him and fucking killed him. Heâs gonna have a lot of trauma from that. Even if he refuses to really talk about it.â
âIâve been thinking the same thing.â
âAlso, if he can hear us right now, Iâm sure heâll know he can talk to us if he needs to,â Crystal said, her voice growing louder at the end as though specifically intending for Charles to hear.
Edwin appreciated how much she cared. Despite his initial jealousy and coldness towards her, it was nice having someone else who cared for Charles so deeply.
âI hope so. Especially sinceâŚâ he took a deep breath. He hadnât expected to be confiding in Crystal about this, but he was glad she came over. âLately, heâs seemed even more distracted. Something is weighing on him â this is the second time heâs transformed in the past fortnight. I wish he would talk to me instead of keeping it inside.â
Crystal nodded slightly, her face unexpectedly relaxing a little.
âOkay, I think I know what specifically itâs been about more recently,â she said.
âReally? Did he talk to you about it?â
He tried not to be a little sad at the idea that Charles went to Crystal about it before he went to him. It was irrational, of course â he knew the two of them were close, and of course he loved Crystal â but it wasnât helping that little voice in the back of his head that kept thinking something had changed between them since Hell, that he didnât feel as comfortable sharing things with him anymore.
âNot exactly,â Crystal said, and Edwinâs mind eased. âI kind of figured it out and brought it up.â
âWhat is it? Is something wrong?â
âNo, no, nothing like that, donât worry,â Crystal reassured him, clearly noticing this was causing Edwin distress. âLook, Iâm not the one who should tell you about it, so just believe me that itâs nothing bad, please.â
Edwin sighed.
âOkay. If youâre sure.â
âI promise. Heâll tell you when heâs ready.â
What could he possibly need to prepare to tell him? Edwin desperately suppressed the many anxiety-riddled questions and possibilities his tireless mind thought up.
âIâll be here for him no matter what,â he said.
âI know,â Crystal smiled. âYou always are.â
Edwin smiled back at her â the sister he never had. Crystal suddenly reached her hand up to her face and wiped a tear from her eye before it even had chance to fall.
âAlright, enough of that,â she sniffled. âI just came to say Iâm not gonna be here for the next couple days. Iâm meeting up with a few old friends, I wanna try and fix things. If I can.â
âOf course. I know you can, Crystal. Iâm aware I donât say things like this often, but you really are such a lovely person. I donât know exactly what you did to these friends before everything happened, but I hope they see how much youâve changed.â
âThanks, Edwin. ThatâŚit means a lot.â
Both of them looked at one another for a few seconds, the small smiles still on both of their faces.
Then, all of a sudden, the orb on Edwinâs shoulder grew brighter, and brighter, and brighter.
âWoah, whatâs-â
Before Crystal could ask, the light faded, and Charlesâs familiar form faded back into corporeality. Since he had been perched on Edwin, he was sat on the arm of the chair practically clung to him when he opened his eyes.
âCharles! Good to have you back,â Edwin sighed, relieved.
âI need to talk to you,â Charles said, looking directly into his eyes.
âAnd thatâs my cue to leave,â Crystal said, standing up from the chair and grabbing her coat from the sofa. âIâll see you guys on Wednesday, yeah?â
âGoodbye, Crystal. Good luck.â
With that, Crystal left the office. Edwin swore he saw her give Charles a smile and a thumbs up as she left the room.
Edwin turned, surprised to see Charles hadnât even moved, and was still all but pressed up against his side.
âHow are you feeling?â Edwin asked, trying not to focus too hard on the proximity.
âBetter. Thanks.â
âAre you sure? Iâm not trying to pry, but Iâm getting worried about you Charles. We said weâd talk-â
As Edwin spoke, Charles moved â but only to face him, leaning back against the desk like he did when they had clients.
âI know, mate. Iâm sorry, I justâŚright, Iâve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about something but I didnât know how or when or if, and I guessâŚthat rest I just got kind of gave me time to think a bit more without there being everything else,â Charles explained.
Edwin was confused, but gave him the chance to talk.
âRight. Is there something wrong, orâŚ?â
âNo! God, no, Edwin. Shit, Iâve really stressed you out, havenât I?â
âYes, I rather think you have,â Edwin chuckled. âI guess Iâve just been worried that perhapsâŚyou feel differently about our agreement to talk to each other about things since I told you what I did in Hell.â
âWhat? Edwin, no. Fuck, Iâm so sorry, I didnât realise-â
âYou have nothing to apologise for,â Edwin told him, reaching out to take his hands.
Maybe that was overstepping, but Charles didnât complain or pull away â quite the opposite: he held Edwin back.
âNo, I do. Youâve been here thinking IâŚgod, Iâm sorry. I swear, what you told me in Hell isâŚwell actually I guess it kind of is why Iâve been acting all weird, but itâs not what youâre thinking, I promise.â
âThen what?â
âI havenât been able to stop thinking about it, right? Ever since you told me what you did. I wanted to properly think on it because I love you so much and, like, I know weâd be us no matter what, but I just couldnât just let this go, could I?â
Edwin opened his mouth to say something, but Charles cut him off.
âI know what youâre gonna say. Youâre thinking Iâm doing what I always do and just telling you what you wanna hear, but Iâm not. I needed to think about this for me as well as for you.â
âAndâŚ?â Edwin prompted, trying not to sound as hopeful as he was steadily growing to be.
âWell, I was just driving myself insane, wasnât I? I had no idea how to put this shit into words or figure out what it means. But then Crystal brought it up, and you know what sheâs like â sheâs direct about shit. And it really helped. She kinda put everything about this into perspective. âCause, like, I was trying to find someone to compare my feelings to, to figure out if I felt the same, but, like, Iâve never been in love. I donât know what that feels like. Sure I had a couple of girlfriends when I was alive but that was just typical teen romance, doing it just because it was expected of you and because it felt good. It was never proper love. All I knew was that you werenât like anyone Iâve ever known. And Crystal helped me realise that maybeâŚâ
Charles held Edwinâs hand tighter.
Edwin tried not to breathe too heavily, looking up at Charles with such hope and love and relief in his eyes.
âMaybe Iâve been in love with you since the start. I knew you were different, but we just clicked so well I didnât even realise what that difference was, that it was deeper. Youâre my best friend above everything else, but thereâs definitely something else too. I just needed a little help to see it.â
âCharles, what are you saying?â Edwin asked.
He knew what he was saying. Of course he did. But he couldnât quite believe it, so he asked anyway.
Charles reached his other hand out and tipped Edwinâs head up slightly by his chin, ensuring they were making eye contact.
âIâm in love with you. Always have been.â
Edwin couldnât help the soft surprised noise that escaped his throat.
âCharlesâŚwhy were you getting so stressed about this? You know you could have told me before it got to this point.â
âI know, itâs justâŚI think it took a while for me to realise I could have this. Like, obviously I knew you felt the same, butâŚI didnât feel worthy? Almost. I donât know. I never- I never really knew what proper romantic love was. My parents, maybe they were in love once, before I came along, but I donât remember it. The only long-term romantic relationship I really knew was one full of fear and like, tension. And abuse. I guess I just worried I might not know how to do this, so maybe you wouldnât want to. I dunno, itâs stupid.â
âNo. Itâs not stupid, Charles.â
Edwin held Charlesâs hands under his own chin.
âWell, the idea that you arenât worthy of my love is preposterous, but I understand why you might have felt like that. I know your family werenât the image of love you wanted to see growing up. I canât exactly say my own were either. But I promise you; your love, in all its forms, is beautiful. You might not think you know how to do this, but youâre doing it brilliantly. Even if you didnât feel the same romantic inclinations I do, you are enough. Youâre so, so much more than enough.â
âReally?â
âReally.â
Charles couldnât hold back any longer â he surged forwards, wrapping his arms around Edwin. It was awkward, with Edwin still sitting in the chair, so Edwin stood up. The two of them pressed up against each other, holding the other close as though they could disappear at any second.
Edwin only held him closer when he heard a quiet sniffle come from Charles.
âI love you,â he mumbled into Edwinâs shoulder, and Edwin swore a rush of warmth flooded his cold dead heart.
âI love you too,â Edwin replied. âMore than anything.â
When they broke apart, they simply looked at each other for a moment, soft smiles on their faces.
âCan I kiss you?â Charles asked, and Edwin didnât think heâd ever heard him sound so quiet, his mind so still.
âOf course you can.â
Edwin had been dreaming about this moment for a while, no matter how hard he tried not to. Every so often, his thoughts would wander to what Charlesâs lips would feel like against his own, whether their kisses would be hungry and passionate or soft and gentle â or a little of both.
He always imagined, in the rare instances that he allowed himself to ponder the potentiality of Charles one day feeling the same way, that their first kiss would be quick, in the heat of the moment. Charles had always been an impulsive person, so he imagined this would be no different. Perhaps theyâd be out on a case and Charles would pull him aside, crush their lips together and whisper a hurried âtalk later?â before getting back to the task at hand.
Edwin had never been happier to be wrong. Obviously, he wouldnât have predicted or asked for the circumstances that led up to this, for Charlesâs emotional conflict and physical and emotional exhaustion, but this moment, their lips meeting softly in the early evening light that poured in through the office window, was perfect.
When their mouths separated, Edwin kept his eyes closed for a few seconds, just revelling in the moment. Then, he opened them and oh he was glad he did â Charles looked incandescently beautiful standing before him, his lips slightly parted, his eyes huge and focused on him.
They both moved together for a second kiss, resting their foreheads against each other when their lips broke apart, as though being even centimetres apart from one another was a curse.
âIâm sorry, about the stress, and about theâŚorb-ing thing,â Charles said quietly, and Edwin swore he could feel breath against his own lips. That wasnât possible, though. Ghosts didnât breathe.
âCharles, itâs alright. Iâm just glad youâre not suffering without telling me. Besides, we finally had an opportunity to explain our exhaustion symptoms to Crystal. You gave her a very confused fright when she first walked in and saw you.â
âOh, I bet.â
Both of them laughed, heads falling onto each otherâs shoulder.
When they separated, Edwin took a step back. But Charles kept his hand where it was on Edwinâs waist.
âCan weâŚgo to the sofa? I donâtâŚwanna let go just yet.â
Edwin just smiled, smitten.
âOf course, Charles.â
The two of them settled together on the sofa â it was a little bigger than their old one, but still too small to fit two nearly six feet tall teenage ghosts if they wanted any semblance of space between them. Luckily, these two ghosts specifically werenât bothered about space.
Charles positioned himself practically on top of Edwin, curled up on his chest, quiet and still. Edwinâs arms wrapped around Charlesâs waist, keeping him close. Heâd never really known quite how much he wanted this â how much he craved this â just being this close to the boy he loved most, touching in any way they could. Charles shuffled impossibly closer, nuzzling his face into Edwinâs neck in the same way he had earlier while in his orb form. The only difference was this time, Charles left gentle kisses there too. This time, he could definitely feel the warmth of Charles pressed against him. This time, there was no stress, no anxiety, no panicking. This time, the two of them were all that mattered.
They held each other tightly. Two spirits, at their core just bundles of pure energy, transforming that energy into love for the other.
#actually loved writing this one#i always love writing these characters#i did also tear up writing this one soooo#deadboyween#deadboyween 2024#dead boy detectives#dbda#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#orbwin and chorb
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very messy word dump below the cut + in tags :^) heh
okay itâs officially been a full day since reading this and iâm going to write down everything i remember feeling from day 1! and then in the tags im going to reread this (for the third time within 24 hours) and add thoughts that i didnât put down here. SORRY FOR THE MESS & NO PRESSURE TO READ ALL THIS SJKDMF IT IS JUST A LOT OF WORD VOMIT BC IM INSANE OVER THIS FIC
okay i should start from the beginning. Wait Iâll use caps so itâs easier to read if youâre reading it bahahhaa OKAY. The way you write alpha / omega!!! Itâs different from what Iâm used to readingâ and I mean it has a lot of a depth. The way you wrote reader being an alpha = being so protective over Aventurine fucked me up so bad /pos. Reader just wants him safe and theyâre so real for that.
Going off on that, I LOVE HOW U WROTE THE READER. Understands Aventurine so well. Will literally do anything to keep him safe. Understands what sets him off and what heâs comfortable with. The part where Aventurine was talking about the next mission & reader seeing right through him ): are you serious /pos. WAIT I SKIPPED TOO FAR AHEAD. When Aventurine was trying to get reader to join the IPC? Dead. Evie DEAD. Reader saw right through him omg. Being able to notice the little changes in his scent, the way he tries to mask it etc etc. I love that so bad.
WHEN READER FOUND HIM IN HEAT FUUUCK. ARE YOU SERIOUS /pos. Fighting the urge to help him vs waiting to just make it better because reader has the power to ): I loved that so much. The struggle was so real. Literally bringing a doctor just to hear that he needs an alpha to help anyways omg. Lowkey when the doctor said that I was like PLEASE LET US HELP YOU PLEASEEEEEEE. But also. I didnât want him to be scared either you know ):
I skipped over another scene sighs. THE part where reader said âI like your eyes because theyâre yoursâ and then the end. Him saying he likes our scent because itâs ours. Are you serious /pos. Be so serious /pos.
Okay the scent gland scenes actually fucked me up so bad (I unfortunately did not dream about anything but maybe that is for the best because Iâm still recovering from this scene). The part where he asks for just the wrist. Reader struggling when they FEEL HIS TEETH GRAZE THE WRIST IM GONNA EXPLODE OMFG. The immediate pulling away because we donât want to scare him please. + the scent gland scene at the end. HE DIDNâT FEEL LIKE HE HAD TO BE ON TOP. We could lay side by side ): I was so happy that he was okay with that omg. Literally all giddy like aaaaa!!!!!! IM NOT A THREAT!! Actually thatâs a lie I wasnât giddy. I was literally in tears jejdkckckckk Aventurine đđ ughhhhhhh /pos
I wonât comment on the actual scene (I am commenting on it right now actually) because I was literally so sad and my heart hurt so badly for him. I wanted him to see himself from our POV for just one moment so he can understand that we genuinely love him and treasure him & want to keep him safe. ):
ABOUT YOUR WRITING ITSELF : insanity. I will just say insanity. How should I put it in wordsâŚ.. just thinking about this fic again is taking all the words out of my mouth shejdjfjj (I say this as I type a 27738 page essay about it). I love how you write. I really do. Your writing style is so beautiful. I havenât read the other tags under your fic but Iâm sure many others have said the same thing!!! They word it better than me Iâm sure bsjsjsjsjsk
I just love everything about it. How you add in little details (oh! Speaking of detailsâ Aventurineâs reaction to reader cozying up to her husband in the other fic) HEJDJJDJDJ omg. But in this fic, the little signs of him being scared. Scared 24/7 actually ): I love how you conveyed his fear so much. And the way he tries so hard to hide it. HIM CRUMBLING DOWN TO HIS RAW SELF WHEN HES IN HEAT. AND THE FEAR THERE TOO. INSANE.
^^ How you wrote him so adamant about not needing help at first âŚ. To him asking for the scent gland âŚ.. to him agreeing to use reader. It was all so real. He didnât just change his mind like oh okay! It took him a while to be okay with it and I love how real it all felt. You write dialogue & little details so wellâ it actually drives me nuts (/compliment /pos)
Oh this just reminded me. Your description of how Aventurine smells killed me /pos. And how you describe his scent as sweet. Iâm really not okay /pos. It fits him so well. And ⌠for readerâŚ. the scent after rain ? Oh my god ???? I love that smell so much. Itâs so comfortingâŚ. OMG. COMFORTING????????? BECAUSE. Oh wow. Iâm really not okay now. I JUST LOVE ALL THE DETAILS LIKE THAT )))): itâs so clear you put so much thought into all these things because your fic has so much depth. I lowkey yanked out Notibility for your other Aventurine fic to highlight the parts I wanted to comment on ehdjdkkck I was annotating it like a book (Iâm so sorry if this is creepy I promise I donât do this on a regular basis. I donât annotate fics normally. Actually please disregard this because Iâm a bit red admitting this) (I just have the memory of a goldfish and can only remember feelings and not actual content) (Thatâs a lie because here I am remembering a lot of this fic MOST LIKELY BECAUSE I READ IT WITH MY EYES AN INCH FROM THE SCREEN PROBABLY I WAS LIKE O_O) /pos
NIGHT FLOWER: part i
Your place in the world was one of a tool. This was true of every slave: you were all things to be used. Kakavasha understood this about you, and he understood this about himself. It was how he survived all those years ago, and itâs how he survives now. And so, when Aventurine goes into his first heat in years and decides to suffer it alone, you can only think of one way to get him to accept your help: You offer to let him use you.
written for @/lorelune's spring fever collab & @ficsforgaza
13.5k words of omegaverse, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, angst with an eventual happy ending. gn alpha reader + omega aventurine (they each have both amab and afab genitalia). explicit piv sex, reader bottoms, the sex is consensual but emotionally complicated and deeply sad. cw slavery, racism, gendered violence, including very brief and non-graphic (but direct) references to sexual abuse during slavery. the sa and slavery are not eroticized. dead dove do not eat, mdni.
thank you to @acerathia, @minnaci, @owlespresso for all your help with beta reading and to @kosmiccarma for brainstorming omega aventurine hcs!
âIâve alwâââ lâved âââ, Kaââvâsââââ
You knew it from the moment you met him.
Gaunt, pallid, weighed down by heavy chains. Irises that glowed like the auroras back in your world. Delicate features that made every passerby in the market stop to read the description on the placard. (Sigonian, it said, although you couldnât read at the time. Avgin. Male. Omega. Sixteen years old. Sixty Tanba, no tax.) He had an all-consuming scent that was impossible to ignoreâone that possessed you, made your heels dig into the dirt, every atom in your body resisting the impatient jerk of the chains at your wrist. Even through your muzzle, through the perpetual stench of carbon-steel and blood, you could smell it: honey and wildflowers. A fragrance that settled deep within you, flooded you with a warmth that felt like home.
Aventurine is not a spiritual person. He once told you this, his smile cold in the glow of an artificial moon. He'd been deeply religious as a child, but hasnât since cared for fairy tales about fortune and fate, three-eyed goddesses or merciful rainfalls. Hasn't thought about anything like a destined love. He thinks the idea of a true mate is laughable, that no such bond could ever be forged between an omega and an alpha. That nothing so unconditional could ever exist.
You know differently, of course. You've known it from the moment you met him, from the second you laid eyes on him and thought, I need to help you, and I need to protect you, and I need you to be safe, and youâd never once heard the word âloveâ in your lifeâslaves are never loved by their masters, after all, and you'd always been nothing but a slaveâbut every atom of your being knew that you loved him, that you'd always love him.
And when your master cradled your face that night and crooned that he owned you, that you'd always be his obedient, alpha petâfor the first time in your life, you knew that he was wrong.
You didn't belong to your slaver.
You belonged to him.
To Kakavasha.
These days, Aventurine does not smell like honey, and your jaw is not restrained.
Your muzzle was one of the first things that Aventurine threw away when he bought your freedom. According to the Amber Era system, it had been several months since the murder of your shared master. Ninety-five Star Calendar days after the Interastral Peace Corps had arrested Kakavasha. An entire rotation around the black hole at the centre of your wretched galaxy, all of which had been spent in the captivity of some new mistress. She picked you out because she liked your calming scent and the look of your face, but mostly she used you for the fighting pits just like your old master.
Aventurine had been sitting in the audience of your final match, then bought you out right after you won. âIâm in need of a fighter,â heâd said, smiling in his thick furs and jewels. He played the part of a slavemaster perfectly, his gloved hands wandering the span of your aching shoulders, touching the bloodied maw of your mask. âAnd Iâd be willing to pay top credit for yours.â
She protested. You were her most prized possession, one of her greatest investments. Slaves from your planet were hard enough to come byâalphas capable of reproduction, nearly impossible. And you were so well-behaved, so poised, so endearing in a way that was rare for alphas. She was fond of you. Her omega slaves were fond of you too. They would be distraught if you left, and that would complicate her household affairsâand surely Aventurine, as a respectable owner of human capital like herself, could understand how inconvenient that would be?
Aventurine bared his teeth in a gracious smile. (Youâd never seen Kakavasha make such an expression beforeâso disarming, so cunning, a crescent moon beneath snake eyes. Heâd never smelt like this either, like an expensive cologne layered with bleach, and it left you feeling nauseous, wondering if he was ill.) He flirted his way into her good graces, made her an offer she couldnât refuse, and then he brought you into the first-class ship on which heâd arrived. You were so stunned by its luxuryâthe handwoven carpets, the crushed velvet seats, the imported tea from several galaxies away and the custom-ordered outfit he had bought for youâthat you nearly missed the tremble in his hands as he punched numbers into the remote control lock for your chains.
He had regained his composure by the time he pulled away your muzzle, though. He threw it carelessly to the groundâyour titanium chains, too. Then kicked both away with his shined leather shoes.
âThere,â Aventurine said, smiling cheerfully. âMuch better, donât you think?â
âVashaââ you started, voice thick with wasted grief, and all you wanted to was reach for him, to double check that he was real, but he placed a finger to your lips and stopped you. You stiffened at the satin touch, but he seemed unbothered.
ââAventurineâ,â he corrected.
You stared blankly. âWhat?â
ââAventurineâ. Like the gemstone. Thatâs my name now.â
âYouââ Your voice caught in your throat. You realized that youâd been holding your breath. You always had the habit of holding your breath in the luxurious, private rooms of very rich men, because you never liked what happened in them. Forcing yourself to breathe, you asked, âYou gave yourself a new name?â
âNo. The IPC gave me a new name. They gave me a job, too.â
âA job?â you asked, voice faint. Now that you were breathing again, you were noticing once more just how bizarre he smelled. Sterile and expensive and completely foreign. âYouâre free now?â
âWell, Iâm a freedman, but I donât know if Iâd call myself free. Iâm a bit⌠indebted to the IPC, letâs say. But thatâs fine. I canât complain. I meanâlook around. This beats the fighting pits, doesnât it?â He gestured lazily at your surroundings, and you nodded.
âItâs nice here,â you replied, feeling absurd but not knowing what else to say. Once Kakavasha got talking, it was impossible to get a word in edgewise.
âYou like it here? Good. This roomâs yours. Mine is the next one over. Youâll live and work here, with me. Iâll make sure youâre paid well. Full benefits, vacation, salary, and overtime. The standard pay for your role is seventy-thousand credits per month, but Iâll see if I can get you more. HR is pretty strict about their hiring policies, butââ
âYouâre hiring me?â
Aventurine went very still, his smile tightly controlled. His eyes remained fixed on you, but they seemed less snake-like, now. They looked more familiar. More afraid.
âIâm offering, yes,â he said neatly. âYouâll be part of my personal security detail. I donât have the contract for you to review yet, unfortunately. I didnât arrange one ahead of time because, wellââhe laughed, as if this were polite conversation and he were making a joke about the weatherââI didnât know if Iâd find you alive. But things worked out in my favour. They always work out in my favour. Iâll make sure theyâll work out in your favour too, so long as youâre with me. So youâll consider it, wonât you? Staying withâworking for me, I mean.â
Your eyes went soft. Beneath the artificial fragrance, you finally caught a hint of his familiar scentâmore wildflower than honey at that moment, the way it always is when heâs scared.
âKakavashaââ
âName your price,â he said loudly, âand Iâll match it.â
You sighed. âVasha,â you said more gently, and his shoulders relaxed at the subvocal shift in your timbre, at the famed alpha Voice that necessitated your muzzle, âI donât care about the money. Of course Iâll stay here. Butâwhat happened? Why did you kill him yourself? Why didn't you let me do it? That was the plan. It was always supposed to be me.â
It was my job, you thought then, just as you had thought to yourself every night, curled up in your bed and trying to recall the scent of fresh honey, to keep you safe.
He shrugged and said, âIt would have been too risky to involve you.â
âYou were caught and sentenced to death. The risk was already too high.â
âBut the stakes werenât,â he replied simply, and before you could ask what he meant by that, he continued, âand it worked out, didnât it? I work for the IPC. You work for me. Weâre freedmen now. Whatever I've lost, it doesn't matter. Our gains far outweigh it.â
âAnd what have you lost, Vasha?â
He smiled at you, charming and distracting. A crescent moon beneath snake eyes. âNothing of value,â he reassured you, and even though you could feel the calm of an omegaâs voice washing over you, even though it released all the tension in your body, all you could smell was cologne and wildflowers, and you knew that he was lying.
Vasha once told you, curled up and quiet on the basement floor, that he despised his eyes. They were supposed to be a sign of blessing from Gaiathra Triclops, but they'd never brought him anything but trouble. They were the first thing that the slavers always noticed about him, the feature that made him such an alluring commodity. Their aurora glow, their strange beauty, their promise of a rare opportunity: a chance at owning a specimen of an exotic, endangered species, possibly the last of its kind. These are all things that you've heard in the parlour of your masterâs house as he entertained rich company, the crowd of them gawking at his human curios.
Avgin are said to make the most beautiful slaves, he'd often say. And Avgin omegas are said to be the most beautiful among them. What do you all think? They'd all hum, peering closely at Kakavashaâs features, and inevitably someone would joke, I think I'd like to borrow him sometime, and then they would all laugh while your pulse ticked up and you imagined tearing at their throats. Vasha would search for your gaze in these moments, giving you a long, pointed look: Don't do anything stupid.
Heâd always been so blasĂŠ about it, the way people fixated on his Avgin blood. You'll never understand how. He didn't react to any of the comments, the groping, the innuendos. He was, however, distinctly unimpressed at the way that your master liked to play him up as a rare and expensive acquisition, as a sign of his own status. It's embarrassing to watch, Kakavasha had remarked. Everyone knows that Sigonian slaves are uncommon but cheapâpeople always think weâll bring them more trouble than our worth. This was how Kakavasha had ended up in the market in the first place: because his last master had been robbed, and he'd been wrongly blamed for it.
The blame, to this day, has never stopped. Peopleâpowerful people, politicians, businessmen, socialitesâlook at Aventurineâs eyes and immediately reach for their pockets. You've seen it for yourself, these spineless despots and scammers feeling for their wallets. Sigonian, you know they're thinking. Liar, cheat, thief, whore, worthless, worthless, worthless. Your hands tighten around your blade each time, a loaded gun with a finger on the trigger.
Alphas are said to be violent by nature. Aventurine has often called you the one exception to this rule: the most docile, good-hearted alpha he's ever met. But this is a lie. You do have a predator instinct, and it comes out in full-force whenever youâre around these particular types of men. These types who notice Aventurineâs eyes and see a thief; these monsters who see his irises and imagine what it would be like to bed him. Youâd kill them if you could. It would be so easy, especially now that you are an IPC dog. The Company is already such a violent force; what would be one more murder?
But Aventurine has never ordered you to punish anyone. (Don't do anything stupid, he always tells you with a glance, smiling through every humiliation.) Nor has he ever seemed bothered enough by these meetings to try concealing his heritage.
A fellow Asset Liquidation Specialist once asked why he didn't just hide his eye colourâit would likely be better for fostering relationships, negotiating dealsâbut Aventurine had shrugged it off. I'm a gambler working with the IPC, he'd said. Do you really think a pair of coloured contacts would make anyone trust me? He'd laughed, and his voice had carried a threatening edge, and his coworker had shifted visibly at it. Being an Avgin is the least threatening thing about me, wouldn't you say?
You think that Aventurine likes being seen as a threat. Sometimes you wonder if this is why he doesn't mind wearing his eyes so much, but abhors keeping his scent. He washes his clothes until they're free of his disarming sweetness and then masks himself with an unsettling blend of ambergris, jasmine, and wood. And he is on suppressants all the timeâhasnât had a single heat since the day he killed his master. Hasn't smelled like himself, either.
At the end of the day, itâs manageable being an Avgin in this business, he often comments, spraying half a bottle of masking cologne on himself, but you can't be an Avgin and an omega. Wouldnât you agree?
You'd know better than me, you reply, noncommittallyâand truthfully.
But you're an alpha, he observes. Don't you have an opinion?
You don't pay me to have opinions, you always remind him, stone-faced. You pay me to stand here and look scary. And Aventurine always laughs at this, and he always wires you money and calls it a bonus as he pesters you for an answer, and he always gets distracted and starts scrolling through all his shopping wishlists instead. I saw this thing the other day and thought of you. And this too. Would you like either of them? Would you like them both? Iâm a very generous manager, you know. I'll buy you anything you like.
But even though he always gets distracted, Aventurine never forgets. Sooner or later, he inevitably circles back to these questionsâthese anxieties about his scent, about his eyes, about his blood. He never cares for anyone elseâs opinions, but he's always been curious about yours. Even when he was Vasha, he wanted to know what you thought.
Heâd been sixteen years old and delirious with heat the first time he asked you, face wrinkling with pain as he spilled his thoughts. It was so incoherent, so sad, you thought it must have been about a fever dream. Mama Fenge, he kept saying. Mama Fenge blessed me, She blessed me, I'm blessed, it rained when I was bornâdid you know that? My luck, I was lucky. The Katicans, they never caught me. They got everyone else, but not me. I was blessed by Her. I'm going to save my people. I will. I'll save my sister. My eyes are proof. My mistress liked them. Said they're beautiful. Worth sixty whole coppers. A blessing. He pulled you close, pressed his scalding face to your scent gland, and his whole body shuddered with relief. This was the first and only time he'd allowed you to hold him, and it was only out of desperation, out of his mind. Do you like them, alpha? Do you like my eyes? Why? Is it because they're beautiful? Because they're from Gaiathra?
âI like them because they're yours,â you'd replied, and Kakavasha had laughed deliriously.
This is when he told you he hated them: I'd close them forever, if I could.
When you were youngerâdumberâyou had a habit of squirrelling away every spare coin you came across. You collected them in a little purse that one of the omega slaves had sewn for youâa thank-you for always keeping the other alphas away from herâand you hid it underneath a loose floorboard. By the time that Kakavasha was arrested, you'd saved up twenty-nine Tanba. Youâd wanted enough to buy Kakavashaâs freedom and then to set him up for a comfortable life.
It had been a stupid plan. An embarrassing one. If you ever confessed it to Aventurine, he'd laugh at you. Slaves can't buy other slaves, he'd say. Leave the schemes to me next time. Youâre too good-hearted for it.
Youâd already known that, of course. You knew that you didn't have the status to buy him or mate him or even just provide for him, but you wanted to. God, did you want toâyou spent every waking moment thinking about it, every sleeping moment dreaming of it. It wasn't even that you desired him, though he was beautiful and fragrant and more delicate than anything that had ever touched you in your life, which was only your masterâs hands and your muzzle and your chains. Aventurine would feel so soft in comparison, youâd always figured. It made your heart ache, thinking about getting to hold something so lovely.
But reallyâthat desire came second. What came first was how mated omegas feel safe around their alphas, and you so desperately wanted him to be safe. Kakavasha had looked so frail, so grim, as your master took his chains and led him home from the market, and you could smell the fear coming off him in waves. And you could do nothing to stop it. You had nothing you could use to stop itânothing other than your hands that could kill for him and your pheromones that could soothe him and your useless heart that wanted to collect sixty Tanba for him. That was all you had.
So you failed in the end. Of course you did. You didn't have the status to buy him or mate him or even just provide for him. You couldn't even do for him the one thing you could have doneâwhich was to kill. And Kakavasha suffered for your incompetence. He had to dirty his hands with blood and gamble his way into wealth and then suddenly he was freeing you, not the other way around.
And now you are comfortable. You'll lead an easy life from now, Aventurine reassured you when he brought you onto his ship all those years ago, and he's kept that promise. What about you? you'd asked him then. Will you lead an easy life with me, if you're working for the IPC? And he had smiled and lied to you: Yes.
It had been a painfully obvious lie. If you were a smarter person, you'd have never believed it in the first place. Aventurine has no interest in leading an easy life, because an easy life would be less profitable, and less profit would mean less safety. And he is always, always worried about being unsafe. It is indiscernible to everyone but youâan alpha (his alpha, always his, even if he doesn't want you) who has watched over him for so long that you can detect every shift in his scent. No matter how much cologne he drowns himself in and no matter how strong his suppressants are, you know when he is afraid.
And here is the bitter truth, the ultimate proof of your shortcomings:
Aventurine is always afraid.
It is a beautiful day on Agnisahr, and you can tell that Aventurine is about to throw up from worry.
You're sitting in the middle of stunning wealthâAventurine in his feathers and jewellery, you in your tailored jacketâin a lobby made from marble and pale sandstone, with a view of palm trees and rolling, scarlet sand dunes beyond the window. The waitstaff addresses him as Honoured Guest and they keep his crystal chalice filled constantly with waterâone of the most expensive commodities on the planet. Aventurine has been drinking from it religiously, which is strange as he typically has the habit of forgetting to hydrate. A faint wildflower scent is drifting from his slender form. These are the only giveaway to his mood: he's otherwise as pokerfaced as ever, smiling calmly as he discusses his plans to sabotage the local government and acquire the planet for the IPC.
âThis is a very dangerous mission,â you state flatly.
âAll my missions are dangerous.â He takes a sip, one pinky up. âThe IPC pays me well for a reason. As they sayââ
ââHigh risk, high reward.â I know.â You try not to sound bitter, though you allow yourself to sound tired. âI still do not think the risk is worth the reward in this case.â
âI think over 5.6 million in credits is a great reward, actually. We could do a lot with that kind of money.â
You raise a brow. âWhat could an extra 5.6 million get you that you can't already buy?â It isâas Topaz would sayââchump changeâ in comparison to his current wealth, which sums to a number so vast that you can't wrap your head around it.
Aventurine pretends to miss the point. âTons! We could buy a new spacecraft. Get another mansion. Orâwe could take a vacation to Penacony. I hear it's quite nice there.â A playful smile. âI could get us a penthouse unit. With a featherbed.â
You frown. Sometimes Aventurine likes to flirt when you're being stubbornânot out of interest, but as a ploy to distract you. Heâd developed the habit after he joined the IPC. It used to fluster you, but now it only makes you cross your arms.
âYou could die,â you point out.
âYou'll protect me.â
âNo, I won't. You always find a way to get rid of me when things are most dangerous.â You give him an accusatory stare. âYou never let me do my job.â
He's too shameless to deny it. âAnd it's worked out fine, hasn't it? I haven't died so far.â
âYes. Just by dumb luck.â
âI beg to differ. My luck is quite reliable.â He sets down his glass. Glances back outside. A microexpression, brows knotting for the briefest second as he studies the sky. âI'm not worried.â
âYou're a shit liar.â
That gets him to look at you, letting a small frown pass over his face. âNo, I'm actually a great liar. You're just too good at reading me. It's very inconvenient, you know.â
âI can't help it.â You lean toward him, making a show of it as you sniff. An orchid-like scentâfaint but unmistakableâhas seeped into artificial ambergris and wood. âIt's hard to ignore.â
He hums. He isn't frowning anymoreâbut doesn't look happy, either. âI should change suppressants.â He taps the side of his empty glass, fidgeting. Aventurine never fidgets: it's an amateur giveaway. âThese ones clearly don't work well enough.â
âThat won't help. I know you too well.â Your eyes soften. He's looking outside again, the blues of his irises distant. âYou're worried, Aventurine. More than usual. Letâs back out of thisâlet Jade handle it.â
âThe mission isn't what's bothering me,â he says patiently. âI just don't like this planet.â
âBecause you can tell it's dangerous.â
âNo. Wellâit is, but nothing I can't handle.â He leans back. âI just dislike the weather here.â
You arch a brow. â...the weather?â
âYes,â he says neatly, âit's too dry here. I'll break out.â
You open your mouth. Close it. It is possibly the most absurd thing you've ever heard, and certainly the worst lie that's ever come from him. For as long as you've known him, Aventurine has had flawless skin, marble-smooth, and ever since being freed, heâs never really cared much for looking handsome so much as looking rich. But he maintains his serious expression: all-in on the farce. âDid you know that outside the capital, this planet hasn't had any natural rain in a quarter of an Amber Era? And the stellar winds are terrible. I don't know how people live on a planet like this.â His eyes narrow at the cloudless sky. âThe IPC is going to need to do a lot of terraforming if they want to make this into a merchant hub.â
âAventurine.â
âIt'll be a pain crossing the desertâthe elements will ruin my clothes, you know,â he continues. âIt won't be so bad while we're on the ships, but weâve got to go outside from time to time. Can't make any friends otherwise.â
âAventurine.â
âAnd there's nothing to do for fun when weâre not working.â He sighs dramatically. âI can't wait to get our 5.6 billion and leave for someplace else. I'm being serious about Penacony, by the wayââ
âAventurine.â
ââthough not about the featherbed. I'll get you your own room, obviously. And I'll buy whatever dream experience youâd like. What kind would you want?â
Finally allowed a chance to speak, you say, âOne where you retire.â
âRetire? Why would I ever do that?â
âI don't know. Maybe you decide you've made enough money.â
âNo such thing.â
âThen you can settle down with someone.â
That makes him smile. It feels mocking. âMe? Settling down? With who?â
âWho knows. Someone who will treat you better than the IPC, I hope.â
âAnyone that nice would run in the other direction. But never mind me. This would be your dream experience. What happens to you in it?â
âI stop chasing after you and get to live out the rest of my days in peace,â you say dryly, and Aventurine blinks. âPlease stop deflecting. The IPC gave you a suicide mission. We will both die if we stay here.â
He looks serious now. âI wouldn't let you die.â
âYou can't know that.â
âWell, I do. And I've got decent chances at surviving tooâat least one in ten.â
You feel like sighingâa deep, aggravated noise is heavy in your throatâbut Aventurine doesn't enjoy it when you show anger around him. It's the one omega instinct that he can't ignore, you suppose: unease around an aggressive alpha. Voice tightly controlled, you say, âYouâre going to bet your life on one in ten?â
 âSure. My chances were worse on the last planet, and things worked out great. It'll be the same on Agnisahr.â Aventurine raises a hand, calls for the bill. The conversation is over. You lean back in your seat, watching sourly as he pays tens of thousands of credits just for water.
âYou know, they say the royal family is backed by an Aeon,â you can't help but point out, once the waiter is gone. A last-ditch effort. Aventurine smiles at it, amused. Like you're a child.
âSo what?â He glances outside, at the desolate landscape beyond the oasisânothing but red sand, a blue, rainless sky, and two radiant suns shining above it all. âThe protection of a god is nothing compared to the schemes of human beings. And gods abandon their people all the time, anyway.â
During your tenth day on Agnisahr, you realise that something is deeply wrong.
It takes you some time to understand whatâs happening. At first you think that whatever political danger youâve intuited is much worse than you thought, and thatâs why Aventurine has been so pale, so discomforted, so exhausted. Then his scent starts changingâhe switches clothes two, three times a day (because of all this heat during Agnisahran days, he tells his new business associates) and spritzes his nape with his cologne almost religiouslyâand you wonder if he is sick with something. If the food in this planet has something that disagrees with his Sigonian biology, or if he has picked up one of the local filoviruses, or if someoneâs poisoned one of his meals because theyâve correctly identified him as a threat. Aventurine dismisses every single one of these theories when you bring it up, andâas if in denialâonly attributes it to the weather. (Iâve never done well in deserts, he tells you, his eyes on his phone screen. I'm not used to them. It is above 300 Kelvin, and you do not see a single bead of sweat on his neck, and his cheeks are not even a little flushed.)
You only figure it out when he is too ill to get out of bed one morning and forbids all the IPC staff from coming near his hotel room. It sets off alarms immediatelyâAventurine, no matter how sick, will work and see through meetings as long as he is mentally capable of itâand so you naturally ignore his orders and check on him, using the spare key to his sleeping quarters that you're given as a policy. And as soon as the door cracks openâas soon as you step inside only to be hit with a violent, cloying sweetnessâyou realise whatâs happening and slam the door shut behind you.
âYouâre in heat,â you blurt out, and Aventurineâa shivering, panting mess on the bedâgroans in response.
âWhy are you here?â He turns toward you, still lucid enough to glare at you through the tangled mess of his hair. His voice is weak, but no less self-possessed: âI was very clearâno company today.â
âI am your personal bodyguard,â you remind him mildly. Your voice is calmâboth non-threatening and non-condescending. âThose orders donât apply to me. If things feel suspicious, I look into it. And they felt very suspicious.â Your brow knits as you study his clothes. Mulberry silk clings to his form, soaked through with sweat. Thin, eucalyptus sheets are tangled up around him. There are only two pillows. No water bottles. No knotting toys.
Nothing.
âYou didn't know you'd be in heat,â you realise. âWhat happened to your suppressants?â
âI don't know.â Thereâs a quiet, frustrated edge to his voice. Vulnerable too. It makes you think of when you were both still slaves, and Aventurine was confined to the basement of the manorâthe one that all omega slaves were made to ride out their heats in. Either they would do it alone or were ordered to spend it with some alpha, usually either a friend of the master or an alpha slave he wished to reward. That's when they're most pliable, he'd tell his guests, or sometimes even you. They get so desperate they'll present themselves to anyone. Then amused laughter from the other partyâHow obscene!âas you looked away, blood hammering in your ears.
You had been your masterâs favourite. His most obedient, most profitable petâstriking enough for his guests to admire, deadly enough for his audiences to bet on, docile enough for him to enjoy. Good enough for him to reward, and he often rewarded you with his most beautiful slave: his Avgin omega. Just don't mark him, heâd said, fastening the muzzle around your mouth. It'll ruin his market value. Who knows if someday he'd sell Kakavasha off to some alpha master who wished to claim him, he said. Though I don't think there's anyone in this star system who'd want a Sigonian for a mate, let alone a Sigonian slave. Then heâd paused, eyes scanning over you. As if contemplating. But maybe they'd try to get Avgin whelps out of him, he added, and you felt like throwing up.
You'd never mate him in those moments, your muzzle always prevented you from saying. You didn't even want to think about touching him, and he didn't want to think about it either. Even in the cruel grip of his heats, with nothing but the thin mat beneath him and his slaveâs rags around him, Kakavasha hadn't wanted any kind of contact from you, rejecting any chance of solace. Don't, don'tânot again, not again, he'd begged. Then as the nights marched on and his mind grew hazier, heâd start whimpering too: It hurts, alpha. It hurts. Help me. It hurts. Don't touch me. Not again. It hurts. It hurts. Stop it, please stop it.
It gutted you.
It went against every instinct, not to touch him. To let him lie there, in scorching, lonely pain, when all you wanted to do was to dispel it. It would be so easy to press yourself against him and let his skin cool against yours, do the one thing that your body was good at other than killing. But not again, not again, I can't anymore, I don't want it, I never wanted it, and all you could do was sit there, unmoving. Watch as the most delicate, precious thing you had in your life shatter.
And standing here now, watching Aventurine shatter before you once moreâit is unbearable. He needs a nest, you keep thinking. He needs a nest and some water and some kind of touch, some kind of relief, but not again, not again, and youâre still a slave, still a worthless and stupid slave, and Kakavasha is still crying on a basement floor and you can't do anything for him.
âYou need help, Aventurine,â you say, voice soft, and his whole body tenses. His scent dips, and the scent of florals overwhelms you.
âNo,â he breathes, âI don't.â
âYou do. You're sick.â You bite your lip. Your heart splits as you suggest it, but you say, âI can call a professional.â
âNo,â he spits. The facade is gone. The poker face has cracked. The anger and the pain and the fear are all on full display, and his voice sharpens: âNo strangers.â
No foreign scents, you realise he's demanding. A new scent would probably make him feel unsafe.
Then let me help you, you think of pleading, but not again, not again, and you're filled with so much shame at the thought that all you can do is look away.
âThenâcan I do anything?â He goes still. âNotânot that, but something to make you more comfortable. I can build you a nest, at leastââ
âNo.â He takes a deep, shaking breath. âNo nests. I don't need oneââ
âYes, you do.â
âNo, I don't,â he says. His voice is wavering now, on the verge of crumbling with fever and pain. âI've neverâIâve never needed a nest, I don'tâI don't want toââ He presses his face into his pillow. âI needâI need to be alone, fuckââ
He doesn't mean to whine. The cry for distress is instinct, something that all omegas are programmed to do in heat. Youâve heard that theyâve evolved to make this noise as a way of appealing to nearby alphas for help, but you think this must be a lie as you never once saw your alpha master giving mercy to any of his omega slaves. Still, whether it is your biology or notâthe noise that Aventurine makes has your heart aching so much you can't help but step forward. But he shakes his head and inches away, shuddering violently, and then his voice echoes again in that cold basementânot again, not again, and don't touch it anymore, don't use it anymore, don't use me anymore, not again, and it's all you can do to back away until your spine is pressed against the door.
âI'm sorry, Vasha,â you say, strained. âIâm sorry. I'll leave you now.â
As the door shuts behind you, you catch a final glimpse himâface pressed into the pillows, shivering.
If you didn't know better, you'd think he was crying.
When you were both slaves, Aventurine hated seeing you during his heats.
Kakavasha was normally calm around you. Most of the time, he was even friendly (he was friendly to everyone whom he thought could be useful), but he was different during his heats. Sometimes he was vicious; mostly he was withdrawn. Nearly always, he wanted to be left alone. In those moments, all he could register was your alpha scent and his memories of what other people had done to him during his heats. And while you'd have hated to leave him, despised the idea of him being offered to another alphaâeven more than that, you hated violating this boundary of his. Hated that you were allowed to do whatever you wanted to him. Hated being the reason he felt so unsafe.
Hated being an alpha.
Now that you no longer have the orders of your slavemaster hanging over you, it is the least you can do to respect Aventurineâs wish of being left alone. He has every right to privacy, and you have every obligation to give it to him. But instead you have been standing here, outside his door, for a full system-hour.
Every time you try to leave, your body is wracked with anxiety. The thought of other peopleâother alphasâcoming near him in this state makes you seethe, your hands flexing at your side. The predator instinct comes out, and the people around you notice it. Every person unlucky enough to walk down this hall scurries away under your glare, even the other IPC staff wandering about to look for Aventurine: Must be their mate on the other side, they remark to one another, and then they're gone.
It is a hard thing to hear. You are not his mate. You are not even a heat partner. If you were, then he wouldn't be in so much pain. Not now, and not back then.
Aventurine has never had easy heats. You keep replaying your memories of all his past ones, each one a wound in your heart: the aching sweetness of nectar and honey; his withering body as he clutched his abdomen and curled up; the tears and sweat staining the mat beneath him. And above all: the fear. The scent of it, the sight of it, the sound of it in his voice. Stronger today than any other day.
By instinct, you know that he cannot persist like this. That this time is somehow worse than all those other times, and that he will become seriously ill if left alone.
After nearly an hour and a half, you finally open the door, fearing the worst.
âAventurine?â you say quietly, but there's no response, and your stomach drops as you see him.
His body is pale, listless. If it weren't for the fragrance washing over you or the sweat on his temple, you'd worry that he was dead.
Tentatively, you reach out. Rest a hand on his forehead, and it scorches you. He stirs at the touch, doesn't open his eyesâbut the quiet sigh of relief is unmistakable. His fingers twitch, as if wanting to reach for you.
âAventurine,â you say gently. âAventurine, I'm going to take care of you. Is that alright?â
He doesn't respond. You grimace, pulling away to fetch things for him: several spare pillows from the closet, an extra blanket too. From his suitcase, you grab a few of his sweaters, all thick cotton and fleece. Heâd had a sense that Agnisahr would be cold at night. Deserts always get cold after sundown, since sand doesnât retain heat, he'd told you while he was packing. Or I think so, anyway. Don't know why. Must have read it somewhere. Then heâd given you a long, unreadable look before saying, Make sure to bring a jacket. The warmest one you have. The elements on a planet like Agnisahr can kill a personâeven a person like you.
Iâm sure Iâll be fine, youâd dismissed him. I can survive anything. Any kind of weather, any kind of illness, any kind of pain: these are all things your species is known for being able to endure, the trait that made you such a prized slave in your masterâs eyes, such a useful agent at the IPC. You hadnât given Aventurineâs warning any thought and hardly paid attention to what youâd thrown into your own suitcase.
It surprises you, then, that you find one of your sweaters in his luggage. Made from Sedanian cashmere and heat tech designed by the Intelligentsia Guild. Cloud-soft and warm to the touch. Aventurine had bought it for you before you were deployed to Jarilo-IV to collect intelligence for Topaz. Warmest thing in the known universe, heâd commented. One of a kind, too. Remember to wear it, alright? Don't let my money go to waste, now.
You stare at it, kneading the fleece between your fingers. You hadnât mentioned wanting to bring this sweater. Youâd lost it in your closet some months ago and forgot about it. Aventurine must have remembered and gone looking for it, becauseâwhy? You aren't sure. Probably because itâs warmer and softer than anything he owns, you guess. Of course heâd want to wear it.
You throw it into the pile of things youâve collected for him.
You take it all to his bed, the mattress dipping as you sit next to Aventurine. One by one, you scent each item with your wrist, watching him carefully the whole time. Youâre quiet as you lay them out around him, leaving him undisturbed as you build a nest. You order water and electrolyte drinks too, and youâre quick about going to the door when you hear room service knockingâwith how feverish he is, he probably badly needs it.
Aventurine is awake when you come back. His breathing is still laboured, painedâbut calm.
âI said I didnât need a nest,â Aventurine says, though he doesnât sound angry. You wonder if heâs too weak to be. His voice is faint, and his eyes are barely openâfocused on the pile of blankets and clothing around him.
âYouâre welcome.â You open a bottle of water, hold it out to him. âDrink.â
Aventurine pauses, stares at the offering like it's some kind of foreign object. But he accepts it eventually, sitting up and taking it from you. He winces with the movement, which he tries to hide. He ignores your frown as he drinks, and he doesn't stop until the bottle is empty.
âThere are more,â you say, pointing at the several additional bottles on the nightstand. âAnd some food and some painkillers. I don't know how well theyâll work. This isn't a normal heat. If you're alright with it, I'll call a doctor andââ
âEverything smells like you,â he says quietly, and you stop.
â...yes. Unless theyâre mated, nests usually feel most comforting to an omega when they smell like an alpha.â You swallow, looking away. â...you don't have a mate, and you didn't want a professional, so this was the only option I could think of. I'm sorry.â
âItâs fine,â he says. He picks out one of the sweaters that have made its way into the nest, the Sedanian one. âI don't mind it.â
âOh.â You let out a breath. âThenâcan I call a doctor?â
His grip on the sweater tightens. âNo.â
You frown. âAventurineââ
âIâve never needed a doctor before,â he says. He sounds unbothered, but he's fidgeting with the sweater now. âI don't need one now.â
A lie. He almost certainly needed a doctor in some of his prior heats, but you don't push the matter. âMaybe you don't need one,â you say instead, âbut it would help.â
âI don't need help,â he says, and you look at him in disbelief. He catches your expression, and the corner of his mouth lifts. âNot more than you've already done, I mean.â
âIâve barelyââ
âContact Topaz. Tell her I'm incapacitated. Tell herâŚâ He hums. âTell her I have food poisoning. The personnel too. It's not time-sensitive, our business on Agnisahr, so it shouldn't matter if I need a few days off.â
âYou really needââ
âGive my regrets to our Agnisahran friends. Deliver it in person. They see you as my right hand, so theyâll most appreciate it coming from you. Topaz can help you with the verbiage. Andâtry to socialise with them a little, won't you? I think that little omega princess of theirs likes you. Some of the courtesans too, and they have surprising influence.â
âI do not want to be around any omega other than you right now,â you say before you can stop yourself, and Aventurine stops, blinking. His expression is blank, if perhaps a little curiousâbut his scent shifts. You can't identify how. You add quickly, âIâm not leaving you alone when youâre this sick.â
âAh. Right.â Aventurine looks away. His voice sounds strange, and his heat must be getting to him again, because it carries a hint of pain. âBut you have to. The IPCâs goals take priority.â
You frown. âYour life is more important than the IPC,â you say, and he laughs. Loudly.
âWhat? This is just a heat. Iâm not going to die.â
âYou donât know that without seeing a doctor.â
âI do. Iâm willing to bet money that I wonât die.â He cuts you off before you can reply: yes, you're always willing to bet on your life. âAnd even if I do, that would still be less important than Agnisahr. Do you know how many resources are on this lifeless rock?â His mouth slants. âIf we mess up here, Iâm dead anyway.â
âI wouldnât let them touch you.â
âYes, you wouldâbecause they would kill you too.â Aventurine sighs. His eyes close, and his brow creasesâa sign that whatever reprieve he was lucky enough to get is about to end. âGo do what I asked. Donât do anything stupid. Iâll⌠see a doctor if you do.â
You stand immediately. âAlright. Iâll be back to check on you.â
âI know.â
You stop at the door, giving him a long look. Seeing him like thisâlying on a proper bed, cradled in a warm nest, with water and food and medicine nearbyâyou feel a little better. This is leagues beyond what heâd been afforded in his days as a slave, at the very least. Even if he isnât free, at least he isnât trapped.
But it still doesnât feel good, having to step away. The last thing you want to do is talk to other people, pretend to have interest in other omegas. There are an astonishing number of them who are interested in you on this planetâthat princess, and some baronâs son, and one of the princeâs favourite paramoursâbut you canât bring yourself to care even for business purposes when Aventurine is like this. You can't act as if you are enjoying yourself when you know he is in pain.
You wonder about telling Topaz the truth. You wonder if sheâd be worried enough about Aventurine to let you neglect this mission and cover for you instead, without letting Jade or Diamond or anyone else dangerous know. Not that you think that anyone at the Company particularly cares about Kakavashaâitâs only that heâs valuable. Aventurine of Stratagems is valuable. How many worlds have fallen because of him?
But he seemed unwilling to bet on his worth to them. Which is startling, given how often he's bet on it in the past.
âWhatâs so important about this planet,â you canât help but ask, âthat the IPC would rather you die than lose it?â
Heâs silent for a long moment. His eyes are closedâhiddenâbut you can see his knuckles whiten as he clutches the Sedanian sweater.
âCopper,â he says. âThey want it for the copper.â
When Kakavasha first suggested a friendship to you, it had felt like something in between a proposition and a threat:
Go ahead, he'd said. Use me as you wish. You can even stab me in the back if you want. Just be mindful of this: I don't make deals that don't pay off.
It might have been a strange way of making friends in any other circumstance, but in a house of slaves, it was a natural one. You had not been a clever personâstill aren'tâbut you understood that your place in the world was one of a tool. This was the place of all slaves: you were all things to be used. Your body was a thing to be used. It was valuable for its strength, for its hardiness, for its threat in the arena and for its convenience in your masterâs bed (or in a dark basement, or within a heat house, or inside whichever omega your mistress ordered you to calm down). It did not surprise you that Kakavasha wanted to use it as well. It did not surprise you that Kakavasha expected you to use him in return.
You never would have, of course. Kakavasha was not a thing to be usedâhe had always been a mate. Though you were happy to let him use you, because all you were was a tool anyway, so it was really all you could offer him: to be used.
None of this has changed for you. You don't think any of this has changed for Aventurine, either. With each new friendship he makes, he repeats those familiar words: Use me as you wish. And with each person who accepts, this is exactly what they do: they use him, and they use him, and they use him until suddenly they notice he's tricked them and they've got the losing hand.
You damned gambler, they always spit. You Sigonian wretch. All you know is how to manipulate people. Thief, liar, cheat, whore. Despite all these insults, Aventurine always smiles at them. Cry as they might, heâs won his bet and has their world in his palms.
Winner takes all, he sometimes gloats.
Winning and losing. Using and being used. Exploitation and treachery. This is all Aventurine knows; these are his great guiding principles in life. (He's told you this point blank, stacking up chips in his favourite gambling dens with a self-satisfied grin.) You often find yourself coming back to these conversations, particularly when you need to convince him of something.
And right now, you very badly need to convince him of something.
Aventurine is ignoring his doctorâs advice. His suppressants are unstable in extreme temperatures, he's been told. During travel on Agnisahr, they'd degraded, and now heâs experiencing his first heat in several years. Of course it's going to be painful, his doctor had said. I can prescribe you some medication to ease the symptoms, but reallyânothing will work better than a heat partner. It doesn't need to be a mate. Any alpha will do.
The doctor had been an alpha. You had asked for a beta or omega, but alphas tend to dominate in Interastral Medical Schools, so they're in short supply. Aventurine had been still the whole time, face unreadable, but you could tell he wanted to throw up at the stench of an unfamiliar alpha. You had stepped between the two of them, not bothering to hide the animosity in your voice. Weâll take the medication, you had said, and the doctor had sniffed the air and nodded at you in approval.
Probably won't need it. An alpha like you could sort him out with just a few rounds, he told you, and both of you stayed quiet as he left.
You still aren't talking, or even looking at each other. Aventurine has lay down in his nest again, closing his eyes, while you stand as far away as physically possibleâat the door where you'd just shown the doctor out. With the room shut off again, windows closed and door locked, Aventurineâs scent is starting to flood your senses once more. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch him shivering.
âWhat do you want to do?â you ask.
âNothing.â He swallows. âI'll be fine.â
He's afraid. You can tell he's afraid. And you can tell heâll be more afraid if you take even a single step closer to him, so you nod and say, âI'll go pick up your medication, then,â and Aventurine doesn't stop you. You can see him curling up in his nest, face pressed into the cashmere sweater.
But he still doesn't stop you.
After a few more days, Aventurine finally breaks.
There is a rare sag to his shoulders when he calls you to the room, along with a taste of dread in the air. You haven't seen him so vulnerable in years. Aventurine is not an open person, so cunning and self-possessed in his wealthâbut Kakavasha was more brittle, more powerless, flayed raw and open even though he didn't often get the whip. (It would ruin his value if he ever scarredâhis looks were his greatest selling point, your master said.) He was especially defeated when forced to spend his heats with an alpha he didn't want. You wonder, a vice grip of pain around your heart, whether this entire situation is simply an extension of that. Whether he is calling you here against his will, this time compelled by his pain, rather than his master. Whether this luxury suite feels like that wretched basement to him.
He doesn't look at you when he talks, nor does he sit up. He remains curled in his nest, nearly clinging onto the blankets and clothes.
âThat stupid medication,â he pants out, sharp even in his heat, âisn't working.â
âI can tell.â Your brow knots. Heâs in so much pain, it is palpable. âIââyou hesitate, voice dropping. âCan I help you?â
He goes quiet. As both Aventurine and Kakavasha, he has always been disinclined to accept help from other people. There is no such thing as unconditional help in his mindâonly leverage and weakness. He hates it when people have leverage over him, and he hates being weak. Both are things that can be exploited, and Aventurine always needs to be the one doing the exploiting. He always needs to be in control.
Even like this, the last threads of his sanity about to snap, with every circuit of his omega biology trying to drag him into insensible lust, he fights viciously to be in control.
Winning and losing. Using and being used. Exploitation and treachery. Control and being controlled. This is how he's always lived. This is how he's always survived.
This is the only way to let him maintain control when he is most afraid of losing it.
âI don't mind,â you say quietly, âif you use me.â
Even through the haze of heat, Aventurineâs eyes sharpen. âWhat?â
âI don't mind if you use me,â you repeat, voice neutral. Unfeeling. The proposal might sound cruel to someone else, but not you. After allâyour place in the world is one of a tool, and this is what you've always done as an alpha and a slave: sleeping with people to take care of their needs, or sometimes just their desires. It did always make you feel strangely hollow, but you think it will feel just fine with Aventurine. All you've ever wanted to do is keep him safe, and surely, this will do that, butâ
âI'll only help if you want. I don't want to force it.â You lower your eyes. âBut if you do want it, I'll be careful with you. You can lead. I promise.â
â...I know.â Aventurineâs voice is weak, cracks with pain, but you can tell he's speaking with clarity. âI know you will be.â
You look up. âThen you'll let me help?â
Aventurine looks awayâa sign that he cannot adopt his usual smile. Heâs clutching that sweater again, pressed close to his chest.
âJust your wrist,â he says quietly.
You listen carefully. âWhat?â
âI justâI just want your wrist.â He looks away. âYourâyour scent gland. Only that.â
âOkay.â
You get up, then falter. When it was your job to comfort your mistressâ omega slaves, you were told to enter their nestsâno permission needed from them, no permission needed from you, because only her permission ever mattered for anything. The omegas were usually too delirious to care, often had even begged for it with the state of mind that they were in. But Aventurine is different. He's not like you, and he's not like them. He's never bent to any of his mastersâ wills. And even if he did, you wouldn't want to have him bend to yours.
Instead of climbing into his nest, you ask, âCan I sit on the bed?â He doesn't answer. âJust the edge of it,â you add, and you hear him exhale.
âFine,â he says, breathing measured.
âThank you,â you say, and he gives you a confused look. But then you're reaching out with a hand, offering it, and he is quickly distracted.
Aventurine drops the sweater, grabs your hand almost immediately. He turns over your palms, fingers tracing your heartlinesâas if testing you, as if mapping out territory. He runs his thumbs along the veins of your wrists, too, right over your scent gland, and you have to force yourself not to shudder at the feeling. You only stay still, letting him explore the contours of your hands, letting him acclimate to the feeling of your skin. He laces his fingers with your own, a latticework trap, and he finally drags his wrist along yours.
Both of you inhale sharply.
You can't react. You know it'll scare him if you do, but it's hard to keep still. The way his scent blossoms, the way it mingles with yours, the way it all washes over youâwhat you're doing can hardly be called touching, but you feel like you're going mad. Especially when he flushes like that, his vibrant eyes fluttering shut. Especially when the sweetness of honey overtakes your senses. Especially when you can smell the way his body is reacting, all that wetness and heat and slick dripping between his legs. You don't miss the way his thighs rub together, nor the hard outline of his cock straining against his pants.
Aventurine shudders. He brings your hand up to his face, rests his cheek in your palm. His skin is flushed and burning with fever, and it's no wonder that he's sighing with relief at your touch. You try not to stare at the way his mouth falls open. He looks at you for a moment, his gaze a hazy violet and blueâbefore he closes his eyes again and presses his lips into your wrist.
Fuck.
âAventurineââ You have to stop, voice strangled, when you feel the full softness of his lips working against your skin. Heâs panting now, laboured breaths sweeping over your veins. Then you feel his teeth catch, a gentle nip on your flesh, and when he groans into your racing pulseâdeep, relieved, desperate, a noise that makes your gut flare with heatâyou realise you can't do this.
You pull back your hand, and Aventurine startles.
âAventurine,â you say, voice strained. Maybe we should stop, you want to say, but he cuts you off.
âI needââa shaky breathââI need more.â
You watch Aventurine carefully. His pupils are dilated, blue irises nearly eclipsed. His cheeks are rosy, and he can't stop panting. You can fully smell his arousal now, even through his silk clothes. He's desperate, needing to be filled.
But he also looks torn. His brows are knotted, and you can taste a faint hint of fear in the air now. His knuckles clutch at the sheets, almost white, and he stares at them. He can't look up. He can't look at you. His whole body is tense, like he wants to boltâand if he weren't so weak, you think he might actually.
âAre you sure?â you ask.
He doesn't nod. He also doesn't shake his head. His arms clutch at his midsection as he winces. He doesn't look like Aventurine. He looks like Kakavasha. It makes your heart ache as you watch him give into his bodyâs demands, wearing the same expression he did on the day your master bought him.
â...don't use your Voice on me,â AventurineâKakavashaâsays quietly.
It takes you a moment to realise what he's asking. âI won't.â
âAndââhis eyes somehow grow even more evasive, hidden by his long lashesâ âdonât touch my commodity code.â
His commodity code. His commodity code that is seared into his scent gland. His code that, if you kiss, will ease his agony instantly. His code that, if you biteâwill chain him to you irreversibly.
âOf course I won't,â you say instantly.
He closes his eyes. Takes a deep breath.
âAndââ Aventurine looks away, jaw tight. His voice is quiet but wrought with tension: ââI don't like when people put things inside me.â
Something claws the walls of your heart.
âThat's fine too,â you reply. âI don't mind doing it the other way.â
Aventurineâs sigh is nearly inaudible, but unmistakable. His scent shifts a little bit, the wildflower fragrance fading ever so slightly. But he doesn't come to you. He merely sits thereâwaiting. Expecting. Maybe dreading. Even in the senseless daze of heat, heâs too anxious to move.
You approach slowly. Though you're overwhelmed by the bouquet of his scent, though you feel a curl of heat in your belly in response to itâyou are slow. Alphas are supposedly victims of insatiable lust whenever around an omega in heat, absolved of every action they take, but you are convinced this is a lie. You have never once wanted to handle Aventurine with such cruelty. You think that inflicting violence on him, more than anything else, would go against your biology. Every molecule in your body would reject putting him in such pain or inciting such fear. So you are careful when you approach him, slow as you inch up to himâbut you do not think it helps.
Aventurine lies down, his face turned away from yours. His eyes squeeze shut, like he's expecting this to hurt. Uncertainty gnaws at your gut as you lean over him, draping your body over hisâthe only position you've ever taken an omega in, other than mounting them from behind.
(You do not want to mount Aventurine. You never have. It is an impersonal position, a position that omega biology supposedly would force him to enjoy, a position that alphas have likely dictated him to enjoy. You think there is nothing you would hate more. In your weakest, most selfish moments, in your worst ruts, when youâve allowed yourself to fantasise about mating Kakavashaâyou are always facing each other, and he is always looking at you with his eyes you've always loved, and it always feels intimate. Never impersonal. Never dictated. Never forced.)
Aventurine is so honeysweet beneath you. More fragrant than any omega youâve ever been with. You glance at his commodity code, trying to ignore the scent of his branded skin, then lean down to press your face against the other side of his neck, where a faint scar mars the otherwise flawless slope of his nape. Like every other omega slave you've ever slept with, the scent gland there has been excised: a precautionary measure to reduce the risk of an unwanted mating bite.
(Not unwanted by themâthe wants of a slave never matterâbut unwanted by their owners. A mating bite would ruin the code seared into their neck, claim an omega more deeply and permanently than any titanium collar or carbon steel chain. It would hurt their resale value. Only owners are allowed to claim slaves in such a permanent wayâand the wants of a slave have no relevance there, either.)
It's a funny thing, this surgical scar. Even with their gland missing, you've noticed that most omegas like having their neck scented by you anyway, probably from some vestigial instinct. You guess that Aventurine won't be any different, that maybe it will comfort him. But when your lips skim the scar left on him by his owner, his entire body stiffens beneath you. His fragrance cuts into your lungs, sharp.
You recoil, as if burned by the touch of him.
âSorry,â Aventurine is quick to say. He tries to glance at you, but his diamond pupils quickly avoid you again. âDonât worry about me. Just do whatever you need to do.â
âBut you're scared,â you point out, and you see his brow twitch. âYouâre scared when I touch you.â
âNot scared,â he lies. âJustâŚâ
When his eyes finally look at youâland on your lipsâyou understand.
A bite would claim an omega more deeply and permanently than any titanium collar or carbon steel chain. If you lost your mindâgive into the insatiable lust of an alpha whenever around an omega in heatâyou might bite him, and then you would own Aventurine.
And Aventurine would rather die than be owned by anyone again.
He doesn't need to finish his sentence. You already know what you need to do.
âIt's okay,â you say gently, and his brow knots. âI have an idea.â
Aventurine is always afraid.
This is a fact that has haunted you since the day you met him. You've wondered about how to fix itâthe bare minimum as his mate (always his, even if he doesn't want you)âand youâve never quite pinned down how. Because when someone has spent their life in perpetual fear, how do you make them feel safe? When their life is constantly at risk, how do you ever make them feel calm?
You still aren't sure of the answer. But after seeing Kakavasha become Aventurine, you now have a good guess.
It is clear from his scent that Aventurine does not feel remotely safe right now. Not when you leave to fetch something from your own room, and not when you return. The anxiety thickens when he sees, in your hands, a very familiar muzzle.
Aventurine stares. He is not smiling, but he also does not reveal his discomfort on his face, even as beads of sweat line his temple. But his voice is too controlled, too calm, when he asks, âYou kept the mask.â
You nod.
âI told you to throw it out,â he points out, âwhen I freed you.â
âI know. Sorry. I don't know why I kept it.â You remember how tightly you clutched it before the incinerator, thinking about how strange it would feel, discarding something that you'd worn everyday since you presentedâbut you don't tell him this. Instead, you say, âBut itâs convenient.â
Before Aventurine can say anything, you toss him the remote.
âYouâre afraid of my bite and my Voice, but you don't have to be with this,â you explain. Your tone is gentle, soothing. Probably disarming coming from an alpha, with how he is in heat. Perhaps that's why heâs studying the remote rather than chucking it away. âYou'll be in full control if I wear this.â
Control. Mere seconds after you say it, you can smell his fragrance change again, mellowing. It's only a brief moment of calm that fades when you latch the mask onto your face, but he doesn't smell as nearly as stressed before.
Aventurine watches you carefully as the carbon steel swallows your maw, its old and familiar edges biting into you. For the first time in years, you cannot tell what he is thinkingâtruly poker-faced even to you.
âYou aren't bothered by wearing that thing while we do this,â he saysâasks?âand you shake your head. The muzzle was part of you for years. You were wearing it when you killed someone for the first time. You were wearing it when you went into rut for the first time. You were wearing it when your master had sex with you for the first time. It doesn't bother you that youâll wear it when you have sex with Aventurine.
If you could speak, you would ask him, Why do you think it would bother me? But all you do is gesture for him to sit up. To switch places with you. You lie downâsomething you've never done with an omegaâand wait for him to get on top.
Aventurine stares at you for a long, quiet moment. It's followed by a sigh of relief. Disarmed, heâfor the first time in any heat you've witnessedâfinally relaxes. His scent wafts over you as he climbs between your legs, and you can feel the heat radiating from his hands as he parts your thighs, almost scalding.
He doesn't bother getting you ready, too needy to think rationally, but he doesn't have to anyway. You've been wet ever since you felt his mouth touch your wrist, hard ever since you heard him groan into it. You're equally desperate to get some relief as you feel his cockhead sliding against your opening, leaking all over your entrance as his slick drips onto your thighs. His breath shakes as he enters you, and he can't hear it with how you're muzzledâbut you groan just as deeply as him at the tight stretch.
You hear him swear when you clench around him, watch him lean over you. His arms shake as he supports himself, refusing to succumb to his heat even as he chases his relief. You seek out his gaze (just as in your dreams, facing each other, intimate), and his neon eyes catch on your eyes for a brief, breathtaking secondâ
âbefore he looks away.
There's a flash ofâyou don't know what, maybe pain? Or fear?âin his irises as he does. A twitch of the brow, a tell he'd normally rather die than let slip. You have the realisation, as Aventurine moves inside you, that even while you're muzzled, even while he has complete control over youâhe still can't stand having sex with you. Probably because he can't stand being in heat in general, you tell yourself. Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't use it anymore, don't use me anymore. He'd have this reaction to anyone.
Stillâyou didn't expect him to have this reaction to you.
Your hands twitch, possessed by an old instinct to cover your eyes. But you'd probably scare Aventurine if you moved your arms, so all you do is dig your fingers into the sheets and squeeze them shut. You tell yourself again and again that he'd hate having sex with anyone in these circumstancesânot just you. And then you tell yourself, as a desperate, broken moan leaves his branded throat, that he would also come inside anyone in these circumstances, caught within the cruel grip of his heat.
Aventurine stills inside you as he finishes. He pants, sweat dripping down his temple as he shudders in his ecstasy, his spend hot and thick inside you. You can feel his fever break as he comes down from his high, the heat coming off his body easing into a manageable warmth.
Do you feel better, you try to say, but you can't move your mouth while your mask is on. So you wait patiently for Aventurine to come back to himself, watching him carefully as he pulls out and rolls onto the mattress beside you. He finally glances at you then. His eyes narrow once they land on you, confusion flicking through them. Then displeasure. He reaches for the remote.
To your surprise, he immediately punches in the code to unlock your muzzle. Aventurine has apparently remembered the numbers after all these years, as if the moment he freed you has been since seared into his memory.
âAre you okay?â is the first thing you say, and Aventurine gives you a confused look. Heâs still panting, dazed, so you ask, âCan I check your temperature?â And when he nods, you confirm your suspicion: he's still much too warm.
There is an ache between your legs and a strange hollow in your gut (because you aren't very experienced with receiving, you thinkâyour body likely just isn't used to the feeling of it), but you quickly forget them. All you can think of is Aventurine, and how heâs still unwell, and how you need to comfort him. The instinct is so strong that you don't even say anything as you get up, straightening out your clothes.
âAre you leaving?â Aventurine asks. His voice is neutral, completely unbothered, but the thought is so horrific to you that you turn back to him with wide eyes.
âOf course not. I'm going to get you water and medicine.â A beat. You stare at Aventurineâs eyes, then think about how he hid them from you during sex. The hollow feeling comes back, but it's mostly eclipsed by your anxiety at the next thought: â...do you want me to leave?â
âDo you want to?â
âIââ I'd rather die, you think. Being forced to leave him right now would feel like tearing out a piece of yourself. You don't know if there's an alpha in this world who could leave their mate in the middle of a heat. And even if he is unmarked, unattached to youâyou still think of yourself as his mate. (His, always his, even if he doesn't want you.) âI would prefer not to. I am your heat partner. I'm supposed to take care of you.â
You hear a quiet breath. âRight. Of course. You're always so conscientious.â Aventurine nods, as if convincing himself of something. âTry not to take too long.â
âIâll come back soon,â you promise, and the air sweetens. Encouraged, you add, voice gentle: âIâll bring that medication, and then we can have sex as many times as you need after I come back. I'll make sure you're not in any pain anymore.â You pause, studying him. âIs there anything else you need to feel better?â
His fragrance changes once more, this time in a way you don't totally recognize. âNo.â His voice sounds strange. His scent is still foreign, fluctuating, possibly hinting at some kind of pain. The heat must be getting to him againâand of course it wasn't enough, what you just did, what you can provide. He likely needs to be filled to get any kind of lasting relief, but you left him empty. âNo, that's all I want.â
You nod, forcing yourself to look calm. Ignoring the emptiness in your gut. It didn't feel bad, but you hope it'll feel better next time you have sex. You think it will. Alphas are supposed to be filled with an insatiable lust near omegas in heat, after all. And even though youâve never felt that beforeânever felt anything sleeping with all those omegas in your mistressâ houseâyou are sure you'll eventually feel it around Aventurine.
But the feeling never comes. Even though you can tell that his heat has returned by the time you're backâsweat beading his temples, laboured breaths at his lips, his bottoms now discarded, with full evidence of arousal between his legsâyou don't feel much of anything as you reach for your mask again.
âDon't,â Aventurine says, before it can clasp around your face. You give him a curious look. He explains, âDon't. I don't want to have sex again. Not yet.â
You stare at him, shifting. Uncomfortable. Uncertain. Not knowing how he wants to use you. âWhat can I do?â
He gives you a long look. âCome here. I⌠I want your scent gland.â
It's a sensible request. If there's a way to seek relief without fucking someoneâwithout fucking you, which he clearly hated doingâyou're sure Aventurine would prefer it. So you climb into his nest, holding your wrist out for him, andâ
âNo.â His voice is quiet. âI want the one on your neck.â
â...oh.â
You stand there, not sure where to move. If he wants you in his nest again, or if heâd rather do this standing. Youâre relieved when he demands, âLie down.â
You expect him to get on top of you when you do. Assume that he wants complete controlâbut he instead lies down beside you. Presses his body into yours, and then his face into your neck. His nose and lips brush against your scent gland, a full-body shudder running through him, andâ
âand now you know for a fact that it is a lie that alphas want nothing other than to fuck an omega when they're in heat. Because even like this, with his lips sweet on your neck, with the sheets soaked with his slick, with his spend leaking out of youâyou do not want to have sex with Aventurine. You only want to hold him. You only want him to keep scenting you. You only want to scent him back.
You only want him to feel safe.
You breathe in deeply, lungs flooded by honey. You think of what it felt like to hold him in that cold basement, when he was delirious with fever and pain, and you think about how different his scent is now. How much sweeter it is. How much calmer he feels.
âDo you feel better?â you ask, and he doesn't respond, but you know the answer. His hands come up to dig into your shirt, and he presses into you like you're a sweater in his nest. Silence blankets over you both, calm and warm. His laboured breath starts to improve.
He does eventually speak.
âHas anyone ever told you,â he says, âwhat you smell like?â
You stare at him. Your master used to say that you smelled good, but he'd never elaborated, and you hadn't wanted him to. âNo.â
Aventurine breathes in.
âYou smell likeââ A little sigh, shaking and feverish, leaves him. âYou smell like rain.â
Your eyebrows tick up. âRain?â
âYes. Or not just rain, butââhe pauses, next words quietââmore Iike after it rains. You smell like the desert after a rainfall.â
âOh.â You don't know what to say to that. Feeling distinctly like it's a silly question, you ask, âIs that a good scent?â
âSome would think so. Especially to people from the desert. You probably smell like a blessing to them. AlthoughâŚâ
Aventurine goes quiet again. You stare at the chandelier above you, all crystal and white gold, and wait.
âAlthough?â you prompt.
â...although I wouldn't really know,â he says. âItâs just a hunch. I bet it's why so many omegas on this planet like you.â
You couldn't care less about those other omegas. All you care about is Aventurine. âAnd?â you say. âDo you like my scent?â
His reply never comes. He just breathes deeply again, seeking relief from your neckânot intimacy. Any alphaâs scent would work; that doctor told you so. Any alphaâs touch would work, too. There are no special feelings involved here. Your place in the world is one of a tool, and tools are never especially liked nor disliked. Their value exists only in how they can be used.
You don't know why you even bothered to ask the question.
But then something strange happens: Aventurine curls against you, pressing even further into you. His lashes flutter against your pulse again; it ticks up in response, beating fast against his lips.
âI do,â he says quietly. âI do like it.â
You swallow. âBut I guess that's because you're in heat. Any alpha would smell good to you, wouldnât they?â
âNo.â His fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt. âNo, I like it because it's yours.â
You know better than to read too much into his response. Aventurine had already said it earlier: No foreign scents. He's only tolerating this whole arrangement because you don't smell unfamiliar to him. Only able to use you because you are the least threatening option.
But the words break something in youâbreak the thing that made you unable to throw out that little pouch of copper coins that you were saving up for Kakavashaâs freedom, the part of you that made you wear that carbon-steel mask for him. It is this part of you that has your eyes squeezing shut and your arms wrapping around him. You know heâll recoil, reject you, but just this onceâyou need to try.
Aventurine doesn't push you away.
He melts into you instead, inhaling deeply. Your scent gland tingles with the warmth of his breath, the feeling of his lips. He seemsâcomfortable.
You can't fathom why heâs staying in your arms. Perhaps he's simply desperate for some kind of relief from his heat, just like when you held him in the basement while he was delirious from pain. But Aventurine had spoken to you with clarity just now, and his skin doesn't feel scalding so much as warm, and his scent is so different than from that moment. So sweet and so gentle, without a trace of fear. It makes your heart squeeze. As much as you've always wanted Aventurine to feel safe, you'd never imagined that his scent would be so beautiful when he is.
It makes your heart ache. You've never held anything so lovely before, and youâve never felt so warm before, and it all makes up for how badly it hurt to let Aventurine inside you. How hollow it made you feel to let him use you. How none of that matters as long as you can keep him safe like this, because you belong to Kakavasha. You'll always belong to Kakavasha, in a fate that was chosen for you on the day you met him.
You're his, always hisâeven if heâll never want you.
end part i
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#彥 favorites.#cw slavery#cw racism#cw violence#cw sa mention#the first sentence with the block letters ): it says Iâve always love you ??? gonna go cry now (I already did last night)#âyour eyes went soft. beneath the artificial fragrance / you finally caught a hint of his family scentâ âthe way it always is when heâs#scared.â THIS LINE BROKE MY HEART. his facade is not facading . WE KNOW. WE WILL ALWAYS KNOW#ânothing of valueâ god dammit aventurine i want to shake his shoulders so bad. this is killing me#OMG THE COIN PURSE PART. THE READER IS SO SWEET )))))): OMG. I remember the face I made at that part /pos and I did tear up quite a bit#âyou never let me do my jobâ YEAH. whatâs up with that ????????? aventurine u turd. I WANT HIM TO LET US LOVE HIM SOOOO BAD HGGGRRRRRRRRRRR#âno im actually a great liar. youâre just too good at reading me. itâs very inconvenient you know.â okay i donât know how to explain how i#feel. but can I say I heard this perfectly in his voice ? and it made me react some way. like jaw fell open kind of way. your characteriza#UGH I HATE THE TAG LIMIT characterization** IS SO GOOD I CAN HEAR EVERYTHING IN MY HEAD itâs like a movie is playing in my brain mhm mhm!!!#also the part where we keep repeating aventurine over and over and he keeps talking about what he could buy ): LISTEN TO MMMMMEMEEEEEEEHHRH#âit went against every instinct not to touch himâ THIS IS WHAT I MEANT in my word dump )): trying so hard but so conflicted because#as an alpha you can make it better for him. but he doesnât want that so u respect it. but heâs in so much pain ): UGHHHHHHHHHH#the sweater part . are you serious /pos. this is such a cute little detail ): Iâm gonna start sobbing again can we give him the world#âeverything smells like youâ im sorry đ we donât have much to work with mr aventurine BUT HE SAID âI donât mind itâ SOđĽşđĽşđĽş#âcopperâ âthey want it for the copperâ the way I started laughing because r u serious . Iâm actually a little . brow twitched. BROW TWITCHE#oh okay the copper! right. the copper. (the table flips over) be so fr rn /pos#the entire wrist scene I read with one hand over an eye and also hidden under my blankets because I was so tense HEJDKCKJCKD#âaventurine would rather die than be owned againâ my heart shattered into pieces at this btw#him still remembering the pass to the muzzle ): and the âare you leavingâ im literally gonna cry all over again /pos#the neck scent gland fucked me up so bad. and the rain scent. and he likes it because itâs ours . x _ x / T_T#i have thoughts about your other fic but I will probably write them tomorrow because now I would like to re-re-re-read this one đ
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Hello, I was thinking Armando Aretas x Reader. Where Reader was sleeping, and she felt the bed dip and noticed that Armando was on top her with his head on her chest and he was slightly crying because he had nightmare and Reader comforts him because he deserves the whole world. She also kisses his head and playing with his hair.
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â彥SUMMARY.; In which the night is unforgiving to Armando, so you do everything in your power to help him.
â彥FEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x FEM! READER
â彥TROPE.; ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP
â彥FORMAT.; ONE SHOT
â彥GENRE.; FLUFF + ANGST + HURT ⪠COMFORT
â彥WARNINGS.; mentions of nightmares, mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mature language, actions of crying and vulnerability, fear of being left behind, google translated spanish, and slight bad boys for life spoilers.
â彥NOTES.; oooo babes this requestttt omg I love itđĽšđĽš,, the vulnerability of him is something that Iâve always liked so Iâm soooo happy to write this. Tysm for this request and I hope Iâll be able to portray it good. I hope you all enjoy!!đđ
[P.S.] HE USES THE TERM MAMA AS A FORM OF ENDEARMENT, its holds the same weight as the terms babe or baby would.
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The rain beat down on the glass windows of your apartment. It was currently 2:33 am and you were sound asleep, softly breathing in the tranquil of deep slumber.
Between the pitter patter of the rain hitting the windows, and the soft and gentle vrring of the air conditioning, you couldnât help the calming sounds that kept you in a deep state of sleep.
However, the man beside you couldnât fare the same.
Armando had been tossing and turning all night.
At one point he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over at your sleeping form, softly snoring away and he didnât want to bother you because heâs hates the feeling of vulnerability in any situation. So he sucked it up and tried to go back to sleep.
By now another 2 hours have passed and itâs by now youâre beginning to stir in bed. You felt the bed dip beside you but thought nothing of it, thinking Armando was just doing something, or simply sitting up in bed so you tried shifting in bed and going back to sleep.
That was until you felt a sudden dip in the bed right next to you, and then a sudden weight on your body. Your eyes shot open and you look down to see a little mop of hair in your face. It wasnât the weight of his body on top of yours that startled you, it was the fact that your shirt was dampening as he was hiding is face in your chest.
He was crying. And he never cries.
Immediately you began to worry and sat up as he was holding onto you, following your body up. He was holding onto you so tightly that his grip was threatening to pull you back down.
âBaby..? Are you okay?â You caress his head softly as the worry in your voice was evident. He didnât answer, opting to hold onto you tighter. âBaby please talk to me.. whatâs wrong?â You scrape your fingers through his hair gently in order to calm him down.
Finally he looks up at you and you see his red watery eyes and dried tears in his cheeks, with more tears threatening to spill down them. Immediately your hands shoot up to his face and caresses his cheeks.
âDime quĂŠ pasa bebĂŠ. Estoy aquĂ y te escucho.â
Finally he looks at you and holds onto you tighter. You feel his body slightly shaking and your worry continues to grow.
â..had a dream you got shot.. took a bullet for me and i just kinda.. stood there and let it happen⌠I didnât react fast enough and you just dropped and I..ââ he starts and then chokes up.
âShh baby Iâm here.. Iâm here with you.. I didnât go anywhere, I didnât dieâ
You caress his head and pulls him impossibly closer to you, comforting him the best you can by reassuring words and kisses, littering them all over his face. He just surrenders to your actions, wanting nothing more than just being close to you in this moment.
âDid the nightmare just happen?â You ask him. Wordlessly, he nods his head no and you can feel his body convulsing, as to hold back his tears. You gently rub his back, and proceeds to slide back down into a laying position with his head still on your chest.
Your heart ached seeing him like this.
âShouldâve woken me up babe.. you know Iâd help youâ you say softly into his hair, simultaneously kissing the top of his head.
â..didnât wanna bother youâ he says back.
You furrow your eyebrows at this. âYouâve never bothered me baby.. if it happens again, wake me up okay?â
He nods and hugs around your waist tighter.
This went on for a couple more minutes and you could tell it was extremely painful for him to talk about.
Everytime heâd try to explain in detail what happened in his dream, heâd get choked up again and you couldnât stand to see him hurt so much anymore.
âYou donât have to say anything else okay? Nothing at all.. I wonât leave you by yourself.. I wonât die on you.. te prometo queâ you say softly, pulling his head up from your chest with both of your hands then plants a kiss on his lips, using your thumbs to wipe away the tears escaping his eyes.
He leans into the kiss, closing his eyes and the furrowing his eyebrows, a tendency he has a lot. You pull away and he stares into your eyes.
âNo puedes volver con eso mamĂ .. you promisedâ
You smile at him and then kiss him again. âIâm not going anywhere babe.. I promise.. hasta el fuegoâ
He finally cracks a small smile at your words, a little bit of peace comes with what you just said to him.
He rests his head back into your chest.. mimicking the same words back to you.
âAsĂ es mamĂĄ.. hasta el fuegoâ
The rest of the night is filled with the same pitter pattering of the rain hitting the windows, and the gentle sound of the AC filling the space, except this time, the man you love so deeply is resting on your chest, the steady beating of your heart reassuring him that you are here, and still with him.
That you go wonât anywhere.
And you in turn use your fingers to comb through his hair, scratching his scalp gently and playing with his hair, occasionally kissing his head and caressing his body to soothe him back to sleep.
You had already made up your mind that you wouldnât sleep until he fell asleep.
Between the beating of your heart, your touches and the rain outside, it didnât take long for the man resting on your chest to drift away into slumber.
And you in turn smiled, happy that he can now get the rest he deserves, knowing that you wonât be going anywhere, unless itâs with him.
[GLOSSARY]
âDime quĂŠ pasa bebĂŠ. Estoy aquĂ y te escucho.â â Tell me what's wrong baby.. i'm here and i'm listening
â..âte prometo queâ â I promise you that
âNo puedes volver con eso mamĂĄ..â â you canât go back on that mama
âhasta el fuegoâ â to the fire or til we burn
âAsĂ es mamĂĄâ â thatâs right mama
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the sun
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
summary: after the events of the snap, you find out news that's both heart wrenching and warming. what happens five years later when bucky's back?
warnings: death, mourning, pregnancy, childbirth, canon-typical violence (not much but just adding to cover all the bases), loosely based on end game and infinity war (as in ignore my mistakes lmaooo), if i failed to mention any warnings PLEASE LET ME KNOW!
wc: 2.6k
a/n: dude idk why i've had an urge to write such heart wrenching angst lately. i'm actually in a decent place rn. i tried to cut this fic down bc originally it was SOOOO long i felt like a lot of it was just filler and i feel like shorter fics of mine tend to do better... ANYWHO! this does have a happy/hopeful ending so no worries! also picturing this beefcake for this story is AGHHHHHHH!
you never thought two lines on a stick could ever break your heart the way they did.
tears clouded your vision as you gripped the counter, trying not to crumble or succumb to your grief.
6 weeks ago, the avengers lost. everything.
half of the world, gone in a moment.
in one moment, your world collapsed. seeing bucky fade to dust right in front of you...
sobs wracked through your body as you crumbled to the ground.
this was supposed to be a happy moment. there should be tears of joy, not sobs of sorrow. your heart should feel full of love, not like there's a super-soldier sized hole in it.
"y/n," nat's voice rang outside the door, giving you a moment to yourself.
"just-," you tried to level your breathing before she opened the door, knowing but not understanding the grief you were feeling.
she wrapped her arms around your body, tucking your head into her neck as she gently rubbed your back soothingly. steve leaned against the bathroom door, glancing on the counter to see what they had all expected.
a positive pregnancy test.
you were having bucky's baby.
without bucky.
you gripped his dog tags that you had been wearing since the funeral. they were the only thing that could truly ground you.
they brought back happy memories of cuddling in bed, the cool metal shocking your skin for only a moment before realizing that it was only bucky and smiling at the memory.
god, it hadn't even been two months.
how were you supposed to do this alone?
"we're here for you," steve's voice called from the doorway, as if he could hear your thoughts. "you'll never be alone. not in this... not ever." he shook his head, his brows furrowed in a serious, straight line.
eventually, your sobs subsided. you stood with nat from your seat on the ground, wiping your own eyes mustering up a pathetic smile before she left you and steve to work out your grief together.
"we didn't even know it was possible," you shrugged. "it's like he sent me them..." you placed your hand on an invisible bump before facing steve, his teary eyes reminding you that he had lost his best friend, too. "he sent us this baby."
you reached your hand out for steve to hold. he took it gratefully and pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight and letting only a few tears slip his waterline before pulling back.
"if you'll let me, i want to be there for you for everything," his chin wobbled. "buck would kick my ass if i let you go through this alone." a genuine laugh left your lips for the first time in nearly two months.
"i would be so grateful for that," you nodded as you let go of his arms. "part of me still can't believe that it's real. it's like part of me still expects him to walk into the compound from a long mission or something..." you shook your head. "i know that sounds so stupid."
"it's not," he shook his head with a smile. "it's what i wish was true, maybe it's your subconscious trying to preserve your mind?"
"maybe," you shrugged before continuing, "i should probably talk to tony and bruce, huh?"
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you knew you were around eight weeks along.
according to the doctors' tony had enlisted, however, you were already 12 weeks along, which was impossible.
bucky had been gone on a mission at that time... but it's whatever. you got to hear the heartbeat. steve went with you, too. you both bawled together. you kept three copies of the ultrasound and he kept two.
banner had already offered to do some testing on the dna of the baby, noting that the serum would likely affect the pregnancy (as it probably already has).
you had talked to tony about retiring from the whole superhero gig for the time being. you needed to mourn and prepare for a new life simultaneously. tony had promised to provide anything you needed at the drop of a hat, and he sure as hell delivered.
within no time, your pregnancy was being measured at 20 weeks while only being pregnant for 12. banner was concerned for your body's ability to keep up with the rapid rate of growth of the baby. he had you on a strict, hefty diet with two different prenatal vitamins in attempt to help your nutrition.
in spite of your best efforts, you were always exhausted and in pain. but you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. this was bucky's baby. you didn't care how much pain you went through when you had half of him growing inside of you.
you couldn't walk for long without feeling like passing out, which banner chalked up to low iron. steve had grown progressively more worried for you and the baby the longer the pregnancy went on.
as a result, he had moved into the spare room that was in your and bucky's house. truly, it just made it easier for him to help you finish up the nursery anyway.
he was very handy about it all, painting, building furniture from scratch, the whole deal.
"i've been thinking... and if it's a girl, i want to name her evangeline james barnes," you informed steve as you ate the steak he had been making for the past few weeks of your pregnancy, as ordered by dr. banner. that with carrots, broccoli, potatoes, and for dessert strawberries, blueberries and raspberries over ice cream. "and if it's a boy, cyrus james barnes. evangeline means good news, and cyrus means sun."
steve placed his hand over yours, "i think buck would've loved them." he smiled warmly as you downed the food in a few minutes.
you had begun showing soon after you found out you were pregnant, but now, it felt like it was impossible to hide. nat had been wonderful about helping you keep up with the changes your body was going through, getting you new maternity clothes every week.
she even made sure to get you every single craving that wasn't in accordance to banner's hefty diet. not that he didn't want you to eat more, he thought it was best you did! but he also wanted to make sure that with all that you did eat, your body got as many nutrients as possible.
just to be safe, he kept you on other vitamin supplements anyway.
you couldn't help but imagine what bucky would say or do about everything now.
he would hold your body closely, pressing firm kisses to your bump every chance he could get while whispering some sickly sweet sayings to your unborn child, words that would melt the winter soldier's cold exterior.
he would whisper words of encouragement any moment you felt worried about your abilities to be a mom. he would say how beautiful you were, in spite of being bloated in places you didn't know could bloat.
he would be wonderful, and in your mind, he was still alive and vibrant. well, as vibrant as bucky ever was, at least.
truthfully, that's the only way you were able to keep going on like this. steve was wonderful, but you couldn't help but want the love of your life by your side as you tried to navigate this new chapter.
in a couple more weeks, you were projected to be at 32 weeks. bruce and tony were talking with your doctors about the safety of inducing so early, both for you and the baby.
oh, and you wanted the gender to be a surprise.
and within the week, you were having your baby.
steve and nat were by your side during the birth, whispering encouraging words and compliments of your strength.
"i need him!" you screamed in pain as you held one of each of their hands, sobbing in agony. "i need james! i need my bucky! i can't do this alone, i can't-i can't!"
"you can," nat reminded you. "this baby needs you," she held your face to look at hers. "bucky is a part of this baby." you swore you could see tears in her eyes before turning to face steve.
"remember what you told me when you found out you were pregnant?" he didn't bother wiping the tears from his face. "bucky sent you-sent us this baby. he knows you can do it." you sniffled before nodding at your two best friends, pushing with one last scream and a second later, you had...
"cyrus james barnes," the nurse called to you. "it's a boy, congratulations mom."
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the next few years went by quicker than you could've ever imagined.
crawling, first words, first steps...
you missed bucky. not a day passed where you didn't miss him.
but, having cy helped a lot. he looked just like his father. dark brown hair, icy blue eyes, a cute little nose... not to mention his father's stubbornness.
you made sure he knew who his father was. you took him to the museum often, showing him the statue of his father and his background in the world war, him saving the world so much. you told him how you fell in love with him.
how you fell for the quiet man before ever really talking to him. how you were partners on a long-term, undercover mission and that's where your love ignited from the sparks.
not that cy understood any of what you told him. you just felt it was important to know that his parents loved him, and each other dearly.
you never took off his dog tags, either.
steve was a huge help the whole time. he kept working for the avengers, so he was gone often, but he provided a good male role model for cyrus. after all, he was his uncle steve. he already taught him how to throw a ball, albeit a little softball, but it counts!
you made sure to document everything that went on in yours and cyrus's life.
banner had said that cyrus was growing at an exceeding rate, but nothing to be concerned about. in fact, cyrus was turning five in almost half a year, meaning the anniversary of bucky's death, or disappearance or whatever you called it, was coming up.
then, you got a call from tony and banner.
it all happened so quickly, from testing to planning to the execution. pepper watched cyrus for you while you went back with steve, scott, and tony to get the tesseract.
of course, the men being men had to come upon a few hiccups, but eventually, after going as far back as the 70s, you brought back the tesseract.
the only thing is that nat never came back...
next thing you know, bruce is snapping his fingers and clint is getting a call from his supposedly deceased wife. your eyes fill with tears, hands searching in your pockets for your phone to see if you've gotten anything yet.
is it possible he wasn't brought back? he was the first to... disintegrate. die. maybe that meant something in the eyes of the stones?
then, you felt a buzz in your hand.
although, you didn't have any time to try to grasp what that meant, because more aliens came to earth.
shocker.
after yet another war, one that you weren't even prepared for, after losing more people, again. after losing tony...
but amidst the chaos of the aftermath of the fight, with screams of joy and shock and grief surrounding you, tears streaming down your face, your eyes met the blue ones you only saw in your son.
he slowly walked towards you as the tears sped up. you didn't even realize when your feet began running towards him.
when his arms wrapped around your waist, you finally felt the home you thought you had come to terms with never feeling again. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder as you breathed in the scent of gunmetal that had overtaken him in the battle.
"oh my god," you cried into the leather of his jacket. he lifted you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist as you felt his smile on your cheek. "i can't believe you're really here."
"i'm here, doll," his hands cradled your head so tenderly. "i'm not ever leaving again. never."
you pulled back before your eyes widened in realization. "you've gotta meet someone, jamie."
his brows furrowed in confusion, just smiling and nodding along with whatever you said.
within the next few hours, simply being held by bucky before steve stole him away with a hug, you finally brought him home.
"so, steve moved in," you started as you pulled your car into the driveway, turning to see bucky looking at you with an incredulous look. "you'll see why." you reached to hold his hand before he brought yours to his lips, pressing a kiss there.
you told him to wait in the car as you went inside to relieve the babysitter for cyrus. after giving him some cash, he went outside, knocking on your car window to let bucky know he should make his way inside.
upon entering, he saw you sitting on the floor with a little boy with striking blue eyes that seemed so familiar to him. his nose, too. his lips though, they were all yours. he had a slight grin plastered on his lips, one that matched yours to a t.
"daddy?" suddenly, it all clicked.
his heart, his mind, his fucking soul, everything made sense now. the pain, hydra, the mind washing, the torture.
meeting you. falling in love. dying?
his son.
he started walking closer to bucky before the steady walk turned into a run. bucky knelt down, wrapping the boy in his arms, cradling his tiny frame in his arms protectively. his son.
"cyrus james barnes," you said with a teary smile on your face. bucky, without breaking the hug with his son, looked up at you with a smile that matched yours. "cyrus means 'sun', and i thought it was fitting. he brought me so much light and hope after you..." you choked up before he stood up with cy in his arms, walking towards you before wrapping you in the big, family hug.
"i love you so much, both of you."
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IM BEGGING FOR A LOGAN X FEM READER WHO CAN TURN INVISIBLE BUT WHEN SHES NERVOUS OR FLUSTERED SHE DISAPPEARS INVOLUNTARILY essentially itâs just logan flustering reader till she disappears??? (mostly fluff but also suggestive/smut end)
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<RATING: PG-13, FLIRTING, SOME LANGUAGE, KISSING>
A/N : Soooo as far as âsuggestive/smutâ end goes, the most youâre getting is some mild flirting and kissing. I do have my age in my bio and my pinned; I am a minor! Sorry to disappoint anyone, but I doubt it would be socially acceptable for me to write anything too suggestive. Post writing note; I made this way longer than I intended to OOOOOPS !!Warning: Detailed kissing and use of pet names!!
Out of all the mutations the universe couldâve graced you with, you were damned with involuntary invisibility. Sometimes it could come in hand when youâre about to be harmed. You have a sixth sense of fear, and any time it kicks in, you go invisible. That sixth sense has saved your life a handful of times, to be fair. However, the past month has been hell for you. You met a fellow mutant through your friend Rogue. Logan Howlett is his name. Youâre so envious of his mutation. Built in claws that aid him in being up front and in the enemiesâ faces rather than hiding away in plain sight.
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You sheepishly walk over to Logan, already nervous that heâll cause a sudden disappearance. Heâs lounging in one of the chairs within the common room. One of his legs crosses on top of the other. Rogue is sitting on the couch across from him, reading some romance book that sheâs been telling you all about. She glances up at you, and before she can speak, you give her a face, begging her not to speak. She looked back down at her book without another gesture.Â
Logan takes another drag of his cigar while leaning back a bit in the recliner. You walk in front of him and sit next to Rogue with a light smile on your lips. âHeya, girl! What brings you down here?â she asks as she gives you a quick hug. You hug her back and shrug. âNot much. Just missed you and Logan,â you say casually, subtly trying to catch Loganâs attention. It works, and he shoots you his iconic look with one eyebrow raised in slight confusion. He takes his cigar out of his mouth between his pointer and middle, causing you to shiver slightly at the sight. âMissed me? Why the hell would you miss me, doll? Iâm nothinâ special,â he tells you as his expression becomes more relaxed.
You feel your heart flutter and your mind fill with anxiety of you going invisible. You try your best to keep yourself together before replying to him. You tug at the neck of your shirt and bit and attempt to get comfortable. âWell, I just like being around you. You seem pretty comfortable around me, and youâve been nothing but welcoming since Marie introduced me to you.â You ramble while trying your best to maintain eye contact with Logan, but ultimately end up looking in his direction instead. He raises his eyebrows and shrugs slightly in response. âAlright. Thanks for checkinâ on us then, princess,â he says with a soft smile. Damn, that does it for you. Your cheeks feel like fire before you go invisible. You quietly hold in an annoyed and embarrassed groan. You look to your side and see Marie looking down at her book in attempts to hide her snickering and smiling at the situation. You roll your eyes before you glance over at Logan. His lips are slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âKid, am I crazy or did your friend just disappear?â he asks with slight concern. Marie lets out a few strangled laughs before wiping stray tears from her eyes. âYeah. That happens sometimes,â she huffs out. Her eyes point in your direction before she smirks mischievously. âUsually when sheâs really flustered. But it happens when sheâs feeling some strong emotions too. Iâm sure itâs the first case though,â she says to Logan before going back to her book.
Logan nods in understanding before taking another drag of his cigar. He keeps it between his lips this time.
Soon enough, you fade back into sight, and Logan immediately gazes at you. âWelcome back,â he murmurs against his cigar. You smile idiotically at him and nod your head to let him know you heard him. Marie looks at you and nudges your elbow, encouraging you to say more. You subtly shake your head no, but gain a knowing look from her in response. You bite at the inside of your cheek in anticipation for what sheâs about to do. She stretches and lets out a bit of a groan before getting up on her feet. âI think Iâll be heading to my room now. I might hit the hay soon,â she tells the two of you before walking off.
Loganâs gaze lingers on you, and he smirks at you. Your cheeks began to heat again. The chair squeaks as he gets up and walks over to you. One of his hands goes to slip a thumb through his jeansâ belt loop. The other reaches for his cigar and falls to his side. He stands in front of you, looking down at you with a soft smile. âI donât bite, baby girl. I know the huge metal claws could be a bit intimidating, but I swear Iâd never hurt yaâ. Alright?â he asks sweetly as his hand moves from his belt loop to your shoulder. He gently rubs his thumb against it while awaiting your response. You sit there for a few seconds in shock. You havenât disappeared yet, but you wish you could right now. Your flesh is burning up so much that youâre sure Logan can feel it through your clothes. He leans in close to your face, his pupils right on yours, causing you to look away. âHey. Look at me,â he asks gently while waiting for your eyes to meet his again. When you sink into yourself, Logan grunts, puts out his cigar, and uses his hand to hold your cheek in his palm. You involuntarily lean against the calloused skin, causing him to chuckle. In fear of him pulling away because of your defiance, you decide to look at him again. âThatâs it,â he murmurs. You let out a quiet whine at his praises, and it does nothing but fuel the fire in Loganâs chest. You let yourself relax, your eyelids feeling a little heavy, your chest rising in falling shallowly. Youâre not sure if youâre seeing right though when you see him lean in. His breath is strong with the scent of cigar smoke, but you ignore it the best you can. Youâve been waiting for this since youâve met him. Both of you slowly close your eyes as his lips press to yours. You immediately go invisible, but that doesnât mean youâre not physically there. Loganâs hand that was previously on your shoulder moves to cup your other cheek. His hand doesnât miss your face. Fuck, itâs like he spends so much time looking at you that he has your entire figure mapped out in his head. You wouldnât be too surprised if he genuinely did. He slightly leans more against you, your head and back pressing against the fabric of the couch. You can feel his legs shift between yours as he attempts to get as close as he can to you. The two of you unwind with each other. Your mouth opens for him, and he kisses you deeper. You breathe into each other, finding a good rhythm that keeps the two of you connected for longer than anticipated. But when you finally pull back, you are panting like a dehydrated dog. Your mouth goes dry as you realize youâve been invisible since Logan started kissing you. He chuckles softly, his head hanging down in front of you. He catches his breath while attempting to look back up at you. His thumbs caress your cheeks before he leans in near your ear. âI know I canât see you, doll, but I know you look so damn pretty and wide-eyed right now,â he mutters to you, causing your hands to clasp over your mouth to muffle your gasp.
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omg ur taking requests!
can you do some angst to fluff with Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Suna, Kuroo, Ushijima, and Sakusa (Iâm sorry if theyâre too many you can choose whoever you want to write about from these characters, I luv all of them soooo much)
Can you make it like really really Angsty in the start. Like the characters doing something theyâll regret a lot and then they spend a lot of efforts making up for it? Please make it fluffy in the end, I canât handle sad endings đ
Also please donât include anything with infidelity or mentions of it. My boyfriend of 3 years cheated on me last month and Iâm having such a hard time.
Thank you for considering my request. And thereâs no pressure to accept, I donât mind at all.
Hi! yes I am taking requests right now. đ First of all, I'm so sorry that you had such a negative experience. But tbh, you're better off this way. Nobody needs such an ass cheating on them! đđ¤ My ex did that too, with my ex-best friend btw. I also had a hard time but quickly felt better because I realised that it's a waste of time to cry over such a dick. I hope you don't lose hope in a healthy relationship based on trust. There really are good people out there and I hope you find someone who can appreciate you. Sending you a lot of hugs and kisses. đ¤đâ¤ď¸âđŠš
And for your request. I've written three stories for Tsumu, Iwa and Suna. Unfortunately they got a bit tooo long for my taste, so I only made these 3. I hope that's okay. I really had problems making it super angsty (urg, I need more practice for angsty stuff đľâđŤ). As you wished, I didn't include anything with cheating (even though I had a few ideas haha.) and I also added a trigger warning before each story. I think Iwa's and Suna's in particular might be a bit darker... so you can decide on your own if you want to continue reading it or not. Anyway, I hope you still like it, and thanks for your request. Stay healthy! đĽ°đ
Regretting their actions
Pairing: Atsumu x, Iwaizumi x, Suna x reader
Warning: angst to fluff, break-up (Atsumu, Suna), mention of abuse/anger issues, mention of blood (Iwaizumi), mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (Suna)
Part 1 | Part 2 (End)
tw: mention of break-up
You met Atsumu when he came to his brotherâs onigiri store for the housewarming.
The two of you got along well quickly. And it wasnât long before he kissed you at a party, looked at you with his cheeky grin and said, âTastes better than a victory.â
More things happened that night. Not just simple kisses and when you woke up next to him in bed, he asked you, still sleepy: âYouâre my girlfriend now, arenât you?â
Youâve been together for several years now and were thinking about moving in together soon when Atsumuâs career suddenly took off. He was traveling abroad more often and had less time for you or looking for an apartment.
And then it happenedâŚ
You scroll through the apartment search app for something suitable for the two of you, lying on the bed while missing him terribly. You close the app to go to your messenger, only to realize that you were the one who last texted Atsumu... two days ago⌠Two blue check marks indicate that he has read your messages but has not replied. Your fingers hover over the keypad of your phone and you think about writing to him. Maybe he read your message during training and didnât have time to reply. Maybe he just forgot about it afterwards... maybe...
âHey Tsumu... I know youâre busy but, I hope youâre doing well. Love you.â you type into your phone and send the message with a strange feeling in your stomach. It doesnât take long before you see under his name that he is online. The gray check marks next to your message turn blue, but instead of replying, you see that he went offline again. You swallow a big lump down your throat, your heart feels heavy. Maybe he canât answer you right now... you try to convince yourself again.
Several hours pass as you sink your head into your pillow and try to stifle your tears. Atsumuâs sports t-shirt is in your arms, which he had given you before his trip abroad. Time passes and suddenly you hear the ringtone of your phone as a message arrives. Your heart hits loud against your chest as you reach for your phone and see your boyfriendâs name. But your joy quickly disappears, the lump in your throat gets bigger and you canât breathe.Â
>> Hey... listen, I think itâs better if we end the relationship⌠break up. I donât know, but I just donât have time for it. Iâll see you around. <<
It feels like a slap in the face. As if this is a poor joke. You want to write to him, ask him what this is all about, but your tears blur your vision. The only thing you send is a âreally?â but the message is no longer read. It remains on one gray check mark.
Two days go by and you still think it was all a bad joke, but every time you read his message, you feel like throwing up. Has he really dumped the whole relationship? By a shitty text message? You open your Instagram account and enter his name almost as if on autopilot.
Another slap in the face as your tears run down your cheeks again. His bio no longer says âBest setter and proud boyfriendâ but simply âSetter MSBY Black Jackalâ. All the pictures he had with you on his account have been deleted. Instead, you can only see advertising photos or private photos of him. The last eight pictures are of him, Hinata and Bokuto dancing and having fun with fans in different bars. Atsumu grins at the camera as if he doesnât care about you at all. As if your relationship meant nothing to him.
You text him some more times, leave him voicemails because he never answers your calls. But after a few days, you let it go. It only frustrates you even more to see how little this relationship actually meant to him. For days, you cry yourself to sleep, what doesnât go unnoticed by Osamu. After all, he sees you three times a week when you help him out in his store. When you tell him what has happened, he is also speechless, because Atsumu has really pissed him off with all his raving about you. So why would he break-up with you out of the blue? Osamu canât see you as devastated as a heap of misery. So he also tries to find out the reason for the break-up between you and his silly brother. But when he calls him, Atsumu only faces him coldly on the phone. âDid she tell you to ask me? Leave it okay? I think I just realized that I donât want a relationship.â
Two months go by and somehow you still canât believe that your relationship just fell apart. Osamu tries to distract you somehow, but it doesnât help because he reminds you too much of your idiot ex-boyfriend.
Nevertheless, you are grateful to Osamu for swapping your shift with his coworkerâs shift so that you can open the store with him in the morning. That way, you avoid running into Atsumu, who is more likely to be in the restaurant in the evening as soon as he returns from his stay abroad. Youâre not ready to face him at the moment.
Just as youâre about to finish work, you remember that you wanted to show Osamu a video on your phone. âLook, the new trailer for the second season of this soccer series is out. Shall we watch the first episode together on Saturday after work?â you ask Osamu as he approaches you and looks over your shoulder. He rests his hand on the counter next to you, his chest almost touching your back, but he keeps his distance from you respectfully. You are both focused on the trailer, not hearing the doorbell from the store.
Atsumu is tired. The flight was delayed, and he hasnât been able to sleep properly for weeks. How could he sleep well with all the partying and Hinata as his roommate, who spent the night in the hotel calling his friends from Karasuno. At least thatâs what he tells himself⌠that this is the reason for his sleepless nights. But this thought vanishes when he steps into his brotherâs store hungry, actually only wanting to eat a few onigiris and then go home. Into his apartment. His empty, dreary apartment. But as he walks through the door of the store, it feels as if someone has hit his chest with full force, knocking the air out of him.
He sees Osamu leaning towards you with a sense of familiarity. Whatâs going on there? And why does it bother him so much that you giggle and look at Osamu, who returns your gaze with a nod and a smile before turning to the door? His brother winces when he sees Atsumu. As you turn around as well, your smile disappears.
You look at Atsumu as if youâve just seen a corpse, before packing your bag and saying goodbye to Osamu with a âSee you tomorrow.â, only to walk past Atsumu with quick steps. You donât even give him a glance, knowing that if you locked eyes with him, your tears would run. You would want to ask him questions upon questions. Why did you break up with me? Why am I not enough for you? Why did you lie to me for so long? Why...
As you walk through the door, you accidentally bump into him. This nudge, which was actually rather gentle, felt so painful. Why does it bother Atsumu to see you standing so close to his brother? Why does it hurt him that you stared at him with those empty eyes, as if he were a stranger? No. Worse, as if he were someone who had hurt you. Why does he have the feeling that he couldnât make a sound if he opened his mouth now? The answer is simple, and even Atsumu seems to understand it by now as he looks from the now closed door over to Osamu, who stares at him with an indifferent expression crossing his arms in front of his chest. âSo this is what someone who has realized that he doesnât want a relationship looks like? Ya look like shit.â
Oh, how Atsumu would love to punch Osamu in the face. âWhy are ya touchinâ my girl?â is bitter on his tongue, but he has no right to say it out loud. After all, he was the one who turned you down. The blonde Miya suddenly realizes how incredibly stupid his action was.
Back then, Atsumu had not expected to be traveling abroad so often. At first, it was only temporary stays. Nothing that would damage a relationship.
But the last few times in particular, he was sometimes away for several months. You kept telling him on the phone that everything was okay, but every time he called Osamu, he said that your eyes were sometimes red when you came to work and that you looked tired and sad.
Atsumu knew he was the reason. That youâd probably be better off without him. After all, youâre a great woman, someone who would find a new partner quickly.
You didnât deserve to be sad all the time when he was gone. You should be happy. After all, a smile suits you so much better than a sad expression.
Atsumu would concentrate on his career. It would be difficult for him at first, but he would manage without you. He had to⌠for your sake.
So his mind was made up when he read your unanswered, concerned messages. If he texts you now to say that itâs over, being an ass to you, youâll be able to forget him quickly⌠That was what he thought.Â
But it wasnât that easy. Your puzzled messages, your crying voice on his voicemail, broke his heart. Yet he tried to cover it all up with parties and his dear fans. He convinced himself that he was fine. Only to arrive home, see you and realize what an idiot he was, how much he missed you.
And now itâs Atsumu who reaches for his phone and texts you message after message.
Atsumu 8:02 PM: Hey babe, no.. hey Y/n. I know I have no right to text you. But please⌠letâs talk. I fucked up. Damn, I fucked up so hard that I donât even know how to start⌠shitâŚ
Atsumu 8:12 PM: Please⌠please answer your phone, babeâŚ
Atsumu 8:44 PM: I know Iâve fucked up. I know I hurt and disappointed you. Fuck, I know I was an ass. Yk, I thought I was doing the right thing.Â
Atsumu 9:34 PM: Fuck⌠please answer me⌠I still⌠damnit.Â
That was the last message you received from Atsumu before you put your phone away and tried to forget him. Why is he doing this to you? Why is he stirring up your feelings again?
But Atsumu doesnât think about stopping now. He runs to your house, to the apartment building and rings your doorbell. Once, twice, he rings so often that you canât ignore it. You are about to tell him to leave through the loudspeaker system, but he interrupts you.
âFuck baby, please open the door. Iâm⌠I still love ya, okay? I always loved ya. I - shit, can ya even hear me? FuckâŚâ he curses agitatedly and presses the bell next to your nameplate again several times.
But instead of letting him in, you go down to the entrance of the apartment building and open the door with an expression on your face that Atsumu has never seen before. What is it? Anger, sadness, despair? Everything somehow.
âSay... are you kidding me? Do you think thatâs funny?â you ask him, bewildered, still standing in the open doorway. Of course, you wouldnât just believe him. Atsumu could have guessed. Your reaction was completely understandable. But he has to do something to show you that heâs serious.
âNo, no, I donât. Iâm dead serious. Please let me explain,â he says, and starts to tell you that he thought a break-up would be best for you because heâs not good enough for you. Since you were obviously so sad about him leaving so often and he didnât want to be the reason. He tells you that he thought he could get over you, but that he had to realize that you are the most important thing to him. Something⌠someone he doesnât want to lose. With shaky hands and a still agitated voice, Atsumu takes out his phone.
âI wanted ya to hate me so that it would be easier for ya. But believe me, I... I couldnât forget ya. Look, youâre still my wallpaper. All the photos of the two of us are still on my phone, all the memories-â he is about to unlock his screen when his phone falls out of his hand and drops to the floor. Atsumu seems to be completely overwhelmed right now, as if he doesnât know what to do. Should he bend down, pick up the phone, should he keep talking to you or hug you? He doesnât know.
âBaby, please, please, Iâll do anything. Please gimme a chance. Iâll talk to my agent about not takinâ so many jobs abroad. I will be with ya more often. Always write to ya and call ya in the evening when Iâm not at home. Letâs look for an apartment so we can move in together. Please, please, I would do anything. Please believe me that I love ya. Please..." he begs in a voice that becomes more and more brittle with every word. His eyes are full of emotion and his hands, which have unconsciously reached for yours, are trembling terribly.
âTwo months... two months you ignored me, treated me like a piece of trash.â You say in a low voice as you search for eye contact. Atsumu has never felt so scared. Only now does he realize that the love of his life is standing in front of him, and that this might be the last time heâll see her again, the last time heâll touch her skin. But then again⌠Atsumu was an ass, so why should you forgive him? No, he canât think like that. After all, you loved him. And if you love him as much as he loves you, then maybe thereâs still hope.
âI know, and I know I can never make it up to ya. I know itâs not done with an âIâm sorryâ. Iâm the dumbest, most idiotic ex-boyfriend youâve ever had. But... Iâm stubborn too. And if that means chasinâ after ya for 10 years, drivinâ to yer apartment every day to ring the doorbell and tell ya I still love ya, wishinâ ya a good night every day, nice dreams and telling ya how important you are to me... Iâll do it. Every damn day, if it means thereâs still a little hope for us.â He answers you hoarsely, keeping eye contact, hoping that you see how honest his words are.
You sigh, bend down, and pick up his phone before handing it to him. Atsumu doesnât know what to do with all this. His face grimaces as if heâs expecting the worst. âThen... you shouldnât lose your phone... if you want to write to me every day,â you answer him, a weak smile on your lips. Atsumuâs sorrowful expression suddenly changes and you see him looking at you with hope.
âDoes that mean ya...â the blonde Miya can no longer contain his emotions as he leaps forward and pulls you into his arms. His embrace is so tight that you can barely breathe, as if heâs afraid youâll slip out of his hands. Firm, but quivering. His whole body is shaking and youâre sure youâve just felt something wet on your skin. Tears? Is Atsumu crying? âI promise to be a pain in yer ass every day. To text ya, to call ya, to be there for ya. Even in yer sleep. Okay? I love ya... I love ya so much...â
tw: abuse, anger issues, mention of blood
Youâve been with Iwaizumi since your school days. Back then, as a little flirt at school, Oikawa and Matsukawa mainly teased Iwaizumi for having a crush on you.
But in the end, many were jealous of the perfect couple who waltzed together on the dance floor at the prom with loving looks on their faces.
You were inseparable. Even Iwaizumiâs stay in America for his university didnât affect your relationship. So it was no wonder that you got married after his return and were the perfect happy couple.
At least for the first few years.
The stress of being a coach for the Japanese national team is weighing on Iwaizumiâs mind. He normally handles stressful situations well, but he is under pressure.
If the team fails to perform in the next few games, he will lose many sponsors and possibly even his job.
Iwaizumi is constantly on edge and you feel like you have to walk on eggshells around him so you donât provoke him.
More often, he has sudden temper tantrums, shouting at you about things that arenât worth mentioning. âDamn it, I told you I need this one shirt for today. Why isnât it clean?â
And once, when you stumbled with your words and asked him whether it might not be better to take a break as a coach, he was so angry that he almost hit you. But he managed to hold back and just sighed before going out for a beer in a nearby bar.
You donât want to admit it to yourself, but right now, youâre really scared of your own husband.
Today was another training match between the Japanese national team and the Indonesian team. The teamâs performance was better, but nowhere near good enough to shine. You watched the game on TV and run through your imaginary list in your head already, of potential trigger points for Iwaizumi. You donât want him to get upset. The laundry is done; the house is clean; the food is also ready and in the fridge. Did you take out the trash? You chew nervously on your lower lip as you walk to the kitchen and let out a relieved sigh. Thatâs done too.
You are just closing the lid of the garbage can when you hear the key in the lock of your front door and Iwaizumi comes home with a surprisingly normal, âIâm home, my love, smells good in hereâ. Your shoulders relax immediately, a smile is back on your lips as you walk cheerfully into the hallway to greet Iwaizumi.
âHello darling! How was your day?â Iwaizumi hugs you and leans down so you can kiss his cheek. âLet me eat something first. My day has been really exhausting,â he sighs, watching you nod and turn around to warm up the food for him. Your husband hangs up his jacket, puts down his bag and is about to turn around to follow you when he stumbles against a nearby vase that you had placed as a decoration for the fall changeover. The vase swings, loses its balance and falls to the floor in pieces.
âShit!â You hear Iwaizumi curse and immediately run to him, anxiously hoping that nothing has happened to him. But luckily, he is unharmed. âWait, Iâll clean up the broken pieces, you eat-â youâre about to say, but Iwaizumi interrupts you loudly. âAlways this stupid bullshit you put up. Shit, I could have hurt myself. If I miss now, thatâs it for my career!â he shouts and stomps past you. You turn around hastily and apologize. âThat wasnât my intention, really,â you say, before realizing that it was a mistake to talk back. Iwaizumi turns around, his eyes ferocious and angry like a wild animal as he takes a step towards you. Your heart is beating restlessly and you are suddenly afraid.
âNot your intention? Admit it, youâd be happy if I got rid of the job!â he shouts, noticing how you start to tremble and shake your head. But Iwaizumi doesnât seem to be in his right mind as he takes another step towards you. âGo clean up the mess! Make yourself useful!â he says through gritted teeth as he looks at your anxious and puzzled face. You know you should move, but your body doesnât seem to listen, too scared to move a finger. And then it happens.
Iwaizumi grabs you by the hair and pulls you towards him. You cry out, weeping bitterly as you hear his voice again. âAre you deaf?! Get going!â he shouts, before pushing you away with more force than necessary. You lose your balance, stumble over your own feet as you fall and hit your head on the edge of the stairs in the hallway next to the broken vase. Your head hurts terribly, something warm flows down your face, sticking to your hair and making your vision suddenly completely different. It gets smaller and smaller before everything goes black in front of your eyes and the sounds around you stop completely.
Iwaizumi is abruptly perfectly sober and only now understands what has just happened. What he has just done to you, the woman he loves more than anything.
His eyes are big as he stares at his hands, which start to tremble in front of him.
Panic spreads through him as he looks at you. At your motionless body, at all the blood under your head.
He doesnât know how he did it. His memories are hazy, but he can still remember trying to wake you up, in vain.
He had taken off his shirt, pressed it on your head injury to stop the bleeding and somehow managed to call an ambulance. Iwaizumi canât remember anything else, just the one question from the paramedic who put you on the ambulance stretcher and took you to the hospital. Since Iwaizumi was your husband, he was allowed to drive with you.
âHow did this happen?â the paramedic asked, as Iwaizumi answered quietly, âI donât know... I really donât know.â
Itâs now been some hours after the accident and your head had been stitched up. Thank God it wasnât as bad as it looked at first.
Youâre still in the recovery room, Iwaizumi next to your bed on a chair, his hands folded in his lap as he hangs his head in bewilderment, looking at his wedding ring shining on his ring finger.
What happened? What has become of him? He still canât believe what he has done.
He looks at his hands again, opens them, starts to tremble, clenches them into fists and realises how he lets out a frustrated sigh, which he had been holding back, as warm tears roll down his cheeks, soaking the fabric of his trousers.
In his mind, thereâs only your shaking body, that frightened look, your screaming, and then this unbearable silence.
When you open your eyes, your head throbs a little and you have to squint through the bright, clinical light. âWhere... where am I?â you say quietly, looking around the room and noticing that youâre lying in a hospital room. Next to your bed is none other than Iwaizumi. But he looks different. Broken⌠He shrinks at your words and looks up at you. You see his red eyes and how he hesitates whether itâs okay to take your hand in his. Iwaizumi gets up from his chair, wants to close the distance to your bed but his legs collapse and he falls to his knees when he suddenly starts to... cry?Â
âHaji- me...â you say, still feeling exhausted. âIâm... god I...â Iwaizumi doesnât know what to say, doesnât know how to look you in the eye. He takes a deep breath, regains his courage before peering at you. Carefully, he grasps your hand, checking if you are afraid, but you donât seem to pull it away. Maybe because youâre still too tired. Awkwardly, he strokes the back of your hand before resting his forehead on it and closing his eyes briefly.
âIâm a terrible husband. Iâve done everything I shouldnât have done. Instead of carrying you on my hands, bringing a smile to your face and protecting you from everything that would harm you, Iâve done the exact opposite. Instead of being happy to see me, youâre just scared of me, arenât you?â he says in a shaky voice and looks up at you again. You are calm. Just stare at him with a hurt look.
âI.... I can understand if you want a divorce. If you donât want to be with a monster like me anymore. I really canât even blame you. But... please let me tell you one thing. When I saw you lying on the floor like that, the world collapsed inside me. I was afraid of losing the most important thing in my life. And the most important thing is not my job, no, itâs you. And Iâm ashamed that Iâve forgotten that. I am disgusted with myself and I know that is no excuse. What I have done is unforgivable. But please... if there is still a bit of hope, then I will try to do everything I can to be the man you fell in love with again. I want to be your Haji-bear again. Your place of peace, and your favorite person. I will go to anger issues therapy, behavioral therapy. If itâs better for our relationship, Iâll step down as a coach and see if I can find a job as a volleyball coach at a school. No matter what, I would do anything.â Your hand becomes wet as his tears land on it. His words move something inside you. You want to believe him, you donât want the relationship to end either, but everything that has happened so far will not pass by without damage.
âI need time, Hajime... If you really mean it, please grant me the time...â you answer him and notice how your words seem to tear him apart. But at the same time he seems to want to make the best of the situation. He lets go of your hand and stands up just to sit back down on the chair next to your bed, looking at you determinedly, his eyes still red and swollen. âAs much time as you need. If it means we still have a chance...â
A few months pass. Iwaizumi has passed on the house to you and moved into his parentsâ house to give you the space you need. He goes to therapy three times a week and tells you about his progress. He is still coaching the national team, but his assistant coach is taking a lot of the work off his hands and the volleyball team seems to be playing better again.
Just like when you were at school, youâll find a letter in your letterbox once a week. Back then, Iwaizumi always told you a bit about his week and wrote it down because, funnily enough, he was too shy to talk to you in person. Only that in his current letters he writes that he misses you, but hopes that you are doing well at the moment.
He meets you in public places, goes out with you, so that you gradually feel more comfortable with him again, that you can see his progress in therapy and donât just think itâs empty words.
Six months have passed since the incident. You are standing in the bedroom, changing the sheets, when Iwaizumi comes through the front door of the house. âMy love, Iâm home,â you hear Iwaizumiâs calm voice. Coming home from his therapy session, he hangs up his jacket in the hallway as your voice lets him know where you are.Â
Iwaizumi puts the flowers he bought for you on the kitchen table before he sneaks into the bedroom and sees you trying to unfold the sheets to put them on the blankets. With silent steps, he reaches around your waist to throw you onto the bed with him, wrapped in the covers that were in your hands earlier. Screaming, you laugh in unison with his chuckle as you look into each otherâs eyes. âHajime! Donât scare me like that.â you laugh softly, while his hand gently tucks your hair behind your ear. Iwaizumi looks at your forehead, at the small scar that is left from your injury, before leaning forward and giving you a kiss on that spot.
âIâm sorry, but that was just so tempting,â he says, closing his eyes as he pulls you closer and just relaxes in bed with you. He strokes your back and kisses your forehead once more. âHajime... whatâs going on? Why are you so clingy suddenly?â you laugh, but Iwaizumi doesnât join in the laughter, instead answering you seriously.
âToday, six months ago, I almost lost you. Iâm just grateful that nothing happened to you. Thankful that you gave me another chance, even though I showed my worst side.â You canât think of the right words to answer him, so you just smile, snuggle closer to him, and close your eyes. Safe in his arms, with his pulsating heart at your ear, you fall asleep.
tw: mention of abortion, mention of drugs/pills (without consent)Â
Suna and you were just friends for a long time. Even if the others saw you more like a couple.
You were the only one Suna didnât mind when you sat next to him and pulled out one of his earphones to listen to music with him.
You always had the same route to school and if one of you came to school alone, you knew immediately that the other one must be sick.Â
With graduation, you mentioned that you might want to study abroad. That time, Suna had a weird feeling in his stomach for the first time. As if he was afraid of losing you.
That was the day he realised that he felt more for you than just friendship.
The same evening, he asked you to come over and watch a movie when he yawned in a very clichĂŠd way to put his arm over your shoulder and pull you closer to him. He didnât know why he was so nervous, but he just was.
A number of things went through his mind. What if you donât feel the same way about him as he does about you? Will you still want to study abroad? Would you end your friendship with him if you didnât feel the same way?
He tried to block out the questions and then, with his usual calmness, asked you if you could imagine anything more than a friendship. Luckily for him, you said yes.
From that moment on, everything was perfect. You had created your own little world over several years. You studied, and luckily not abroad. Suna was successful in volleyball, so you were both able to buy an apartment together quickly.
Just the two of you. Your friends were there from time to time, but in the evenings you were always alone at home, arm in arm, in the quiet flat without any noise or other people to disturb you.
Until one morning where you look at the little piece of plastic in the bathroom, stunned, when the two red stripes tell you that you are pregnant.
You hadnât spoken to Suna about having children yet, but youâve been together for so long now and everything is going well that you assume he would be just as happy as you are.
You thoughtâŚ
When Suna comes home, youâve already prepared a little surprise. There are a pair of baby shoes on the table in the living room, the pregnancy test in front of them and a little balloon with âBest Dadâ written on it. You canât help smiling as you see Suna walk into the room when you call out âsurpriseâ, looking a little shy in his direction. But Sunaâs reaction differed from what you expected.
Almost disgusted, he looks in your direction. âThis better be one of those stupid TikTok pranks, right?â he says, and your smile disappears abruptly. Your stomach turns and you feel sick. And not because of the pregnancy. You stand there irritated, only able to utter a quiet âNo... itâs not a jokeâ, confused by his negative reaction. âNo? What week are you in? Tell me you can still have an abortion...â he says, annoyed, as he walks towards the table to see if there is any information about the week of pregnancy on the pregnancy test.Â
âWhat?â you say in bewilderment, still looking at Suna, who throws the test on the table in frustration before starting to massage his temples. âWeâll go to the gynecologist tomorrow, okay? Get rid of it. A child means responsibility. You have to look after this thing all the time, youâre no longer flexible and itâs noisy too... I just donât want that.âÂ
His words feel like a thousand stabs. Never have you seen Suna act like this before. You anticipated that he might be a bit taken by surprise and perhaps not be able to deal with the situation at first, but Suna seems to have a very clear opinion on the subject. He doesnât even seem to be willing to talk. But abort a child? Let Sunaâs and your baby die just like that? You canât do that. You donât want that.Â
The two of argue. Sunaâs look gets progressively angrier. Yours sadder until he decides to leave the house with a âDo what you want, maybe itâll die anywayâ. Now youâre home alone with his painful words. You stand rooted to the spot in the room for several more minutes until the strength in your legs finally gives way and you slump to the floor, crying bitterly. The night, you spend alone in your bed, without Suna. He doesnât answer his phone and doesnât reply to your messages. You donât hear from him the next day either, and he hasnât come home. Thank God you get a message from Osamu, who texts you that Suna is with him and that you have nothing to worry about. But how are you supposed to stay at home without worrying if your boyfriend doesnât get in touch with you and youâve been arguing for days? You are scared. Afraid for the baby, afraid for the relationship and everything you two have built up.
Another day passes. You lie in bed, tired and lacking in energy. Nevertheless, you pull yourself together and get up, go to the bathroom to get ready for the day and donât notice when the front door opens and Suna walks in. âBaby doll, Iâm at home... and... Iâm sorry...â you hear Sunaâs voice and walk out of the bathroom. Even though you had a fight, you are still happy to see the man you love so much again. With a somewhat sad smile, he stands there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand as he approaches you.
âIâm really sorry. I behaved like an ass. You took me by surprise with the news and somehow... I donât know. What do you say you sit down now? Iâll make us a drink and we can talk about all this. About the baby, and what happens next?â You can hardly believe his words. What has Osamu done in the last few days to make Suna suddenly do a full turnaround and be willing to talk to you openly, without shouting about becoming a parent? You make a mental note to thank Osamu later, before nodding with a smile and sitting down on the sofa in the living room.
But what you donât know is that Suna went to a friend, a doctor, who gave him two pills before he came home. Pills for an induction of abortion. You have to take one now and the other two to three days later.
Suna knows that you wouldnât take these pills voluntarily.
So he makes sure that you are indeed sitting in the living room before he takes out a small bag containing a pill, puts it in the grinder and turns it into a fine powder before mixing it into your iced tea.
He takes a deep breath, putting his smile back on as he walks towards you in the living room, where you are already waiting for him with happy eyes.
Without saying much, he hands you the glass, sits down next to you and watches you.
âI know itâs all so sudden and I could have said it differently. I really took you completely by surprise with the news,â you say quietly, looking at the iced tea in your hand, unaware that an abortion pill is floating there.
Suna listens attentively as you talk about how you first had to understand what a pregnancy means, but that your overwhelm quickly turned into joy because you are looking forward to holding a mini version of the two of you in your arms in less than 9 months. You talk about all the beautiful things that are going through your head, while Suna continues to listen to you, his eyes constantly focus on the tea in your hands and you.
He keeps looking at you as you raise the glass and press it to your lips, ready to drink the poison cocktail, when he realizes what he was doing. What heâs trying to do here.
Panic strikes him. His green eyes widen as he literally knocks the cup out of your hand. It falls to the floor with a loud thud. âDonât drink that!â he says in an unsteady voice and looks at you in horror.
But you donât understand anything, only shake your head.
âI donât know whatâs gotten into me. I... I think I just made the worst mistake of my life,â Suna says, looking back from you to the broken cup. You donât understand whatâs going on and tilt your head, asking him if everything is all right. But when Suna continues talking and tells you what was in your tea, your world collapses. You are shocked that your own boyfriend wanted to do this to you. âI was overwhelmed. I... I know thatâs no excuse. But when I heard you talking, I realized that -â Suna wanted to continue, but your voice cut him off, your words silenced him.
âLetâs break up,â you say, and unlike before, unlike when you argued a week ago, your voice is determined now, your eyes full of pain and betrayal. Those green eyes that used to mesmerize you are now looking at you desperately. âWhat?â Suna whispers softly, followed by a âNo, waitâ. But you interrupt him again.
âYou just wanted to give me some drugs without my consent so Iâd lose the baby?! No, Rintarou⌠Iâm breaking up with you. That... no, I canât do that.â Abruptly, you get up from the sofa, ignoring the hand that tries to grab you before quickly slipping into a jacket and a pair of shoes just to leave the apartment. Suna wants to run after you, but his legs wonât move. His mind and heart are screaming to run after you, to stop you and tell you heâs sorry, but his body just wonât obey him. When he finally manages to get up, youâre already gone.
Still wearing his slippers and without putting on a jacket, he eventually runs out to check out all the places you love, all your friends, to see if he can find you somewhere. But no matter where he looks, he canât find you. You donât reply to messages or phone calls. The mechanical voice of your voice mail greets him directly. âShit, shit, shit!â he yells as he stands in the park where you two had your first official date. The surrounding people look at him. Some with an irritated look, some as if they were pitying him.
Without really knowing where to go, your legs automatically led you to the bus that goes to Kitaâs home.
Kita was one of your best friends back then. And you knew that if you went to Kita and told him not to tell Suna that you were there, he wouldnât tell his friend either. And thatâs exactly what Kita did.
You were in Kitaâs guest room when you heard Sunaâs voice in the hallway.
He sounded shattered, broken, as he begged Kita to tell him where you were.
This went on for several weeks, until one evening Suna rang the doorbell again, trying to talk to Kita in a voice you had never heard before.
His voice was so thin, so fragile, as if a heap of misery was speaking out of him.
Kita tells him once again that he doesnât know where you are when you hesitantly open the door, thinking about going downstairs and listening to what Suna has to say. But for now, you just listen to the conversation.
âPlease, Shinsuke, I know you know her location. Please, just give her this. Please...â Kita sighs, followed by a soft âok...â before the front door closes. Your best friendâs footsteps creak beneath the floor as he walks up the stairs, looks at you a little twisted and hands you a large package.
You know that you demand a lot from Kita. Itâs not easy for him to lie to his friend either. Eventually you have to talk to Suna.
Alone in your guest room, you spend almost half an hour looking at the unopened package at the other end of the bed until you finally decide to open it. When you see whatâs inside, surprise catches you. Multiple emotions flow through your body without you even noticing how your eyes suddenly turn glassy. Small letters and several items are in the box. You take out the letter that is on top of all the other items.
âMy love, I donât even know where to start. I canât apologize for what I did. Nevertheless, I want to tell you that Iâm sorry. I was confused and scared. Our relationship has always been perfect so far and I thought it was great that it was just the two of us and that no one else disturbed our privacy. I was afraid that when we had a child, we would argue, have no more time for each other, and grow apart. I was selfish and didnât think about how you would feel. I wasnât thinking about our baby. The thought that we were both going to be parents hadnât crossed my mind at all. But every time I walked past those little shoes you had placed in the living room, I couldnât think of anything else but seeing our child standing in them. How it tries to move around in it, sometimes falls down because it loses its balance and seeks shelter with its beloved mom. I regret every second of what Iâve done, every word Iâve said. Hurting you was the last thing I wanted to do, and yet I did it. I am sorry. I am so terribly sorry.
I did some research. Did you know that it is currently very difficult to find midwives? You should probably start looking very early on. My team colleague gave me the number of the midwife he and his wife had at the birth of their two children. I also have three other numbers. You might want to give them a call. There are also birth preparation classes in our town. I have also put a brochure in the package for you. You donât necessarily have to go there with your partner. With me⌠So... if you want, you could also go there with Kita, even if I would be happy if we both did it together. But I can understand if you donât want to.
Are you eating enough? You should pay particular attention to your diet during pregnancy. A lot of women suffer from a vitamin deficiency during pregnancy. But you have probably already discussed this with your gynecologist. Anyway, Iâve written down a few recipes for you that are rich in vitamins. I admit that Osamu helped me a little with this. Oh, and on the back are some things you shouldnât eat during pregnancy. Raw eggs and products containing them such as ice cream, mayonnaise and so on... you should not eat them, because the risk of salmonella infection is high. Peanuts can contain aflatoxins, which can also harm the fetus... but as I said, Iâve put together a list for you. In case you didnât already know all this already. There are a few other things in the box. Maybe youâd like to take a look.
I hope you are doing well. I hope the baby is doing well too. Have you thought of a name yet? Do you know whether it will be a boy or a girl? Iâm sure thereâs already a little bump on your belly. I... would really like to be with you right now. Would love to hold you in my arms and stroke your tummy. I know I made a mistake that can never be fixed. But if youâre willing, if thatâs what you want, Iâd really like to be by your side again. And if not as your boyfriend, then as the father of our baby. I would like to do couplesâ therapy with you so that we can find our way back to each other⌠So that you can trust me again. Because in all of this, I was the problem and never you. But only if you want it too, of course. I know it may be hard to believe, but I love you. So much that a life without you scares me. I am sorryâŚâ
Youâre crying bitterly by now as your tears blur the ink on the letter before you put it aside and look in the box. Next to a small onesie for babies, there is a note with the telephone numbers of midwives, a small book with recipes, the brochure he had mentioned and another box containing photos and memories. Pictures that Suna had always secretly taken of you at times when he thought you looked extra pretty. You always found the photos embarrassing, but for him they were beautiful to look at. Because they were moments when you were just being you, not smiling for the camera or doing anything else to disguise yourself.
There was also a necklace with shells on it in the box. You made it for Suna when you were on vacation in Croatia. It turned out incredibly ugly, yet Suna wore it proudly during the whole vacation. Youâre touched that he still has this ugly necklace. Little notes that you wrote to each other at school are also in there. So many more memories from the past. Where had Suna hidden this little box in your apartment so that you never noticed it?
You hastily get up, open the door and run down to the hallway as Kita comes out of the living room and looks at you questioningly. âIs everything all right? Do you need to see a doctor?â He asks concerned, but you just shake your head, wanting nothing more than to see Suna, talk to him again. He asks you if you are absolutely sure, but your determined nod is enough for an answer. So he grabs his jacket and car keys, driving you straight to your ex boyfriend, to your apartment. He doesnât want you to take the bus in your current state.
Suna is sitting in the living room. In front of him on the coffee table are various reports on pregnancy, parenting and more. His head is leaning on his hands as he takes a deep breath. Have you opened his package yet? He wonders, unable to think clearly, when he hears the key in the door lock and runs into the hallway as if stung by a tarantula. His eyes are wide as he looks at you, standing rooted to the spot in the doorway, not knowing how to react.
âShinsuke... Drove me here...â you say. âI opened your package.â You continue, watching Suna swallow hard, still not moving an inch from the doorframe. âHow are you, the baby?â he asks quietly, almost absent-mindedly, as if he canât believe youâre really standing in front of him. âGood... can... can we talk?â you ask and watch him nod, having trouble sorting out his feelings. You take a step towards him, clearly seeing the dark circles, the red eyes, the slightly thinner face, as if he has lost weight. And on closer look, you can see his whole body trembling.
âIs everything you wrote in your letter true?â you ask him, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible, even though youâre at your witsâ end. âYes, yes all of it. Iâm sorry for everything... I want nothing more than to see you happy. To see our baby happy. And if you want another partner by your side to be happy, if you donât want me in your life, then I will accept that.â Suna whispers, knowing that if he were to speak even a little louder, his voice would fail and he would cry. You take another step towards him. âWhat if I want you? Want to give it another try?â You have barely spoken your sentence before you hear a bitter shuffle from Suna, which he seems to have been suppressing the whole time. His shaky hands carefully reach for your face before he presses his forehead against yours and says softly, âI would wish for nothing more than that.â
Although you hesitate for a second, you finally put your hands around his back and stand with him in the doorway for a while. Neither of you says a word. Both of you let your tears run until Suna releases you at some point and gives you a kiss on the forehead. âYou shouldnât stand for so long. Youâd better get some rest,â he says in a somewhat steady voice before helping you out of your jacket and leading you into the bedroom, where he pushes the sheets aside so you can lie down.Â
âRin, but Iâm not tired at all...â you say, even though you are exhausted, but Suna lies down right next to you, pulling you close while his free hand moves to your stomach. âI know... But... letâs just lie here like this for a moment, regain our strength before we talk... Talk about everything, our future, how I can make it up to you, our little baby⌠Agree, baby doll?â He whispers tiredly. Yet you also notice how all the crying is slowly making you a little tired. âAgree, Rin.â you smile weakly, snuggling closer to him as you both fall asleep arm in arm, his hand protectively on your baby bump, your hand on his.
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hi I hope youâve been doing well <3 could you possibly write Gojo making female reader! cry during s^x and her using her safeword? basically the aftermath of that as well. tysm đŤśđŤś
SAFE WORD â F. READER x GOJO SATORU
Satoru got back home angry and that got him carried away. contains heat, regret and aftercare.
cw: smut, rough sex, usage of safe word and aftercare, reader discretion is advised â 1k words
a/n: hiii anon! thank you, iâm fine! could I possibly write for gojo? yes. no matter what, the answer most likely is yes, soooo without further ado-
Fucking cowards. The higher ups, with that rotting bastard Gakuganji included. Always so mouthy while hiding behind matted veils, always forcing their authority over everything Gojo does, always expecting something that stands against everything he believes in. The hell did they even mean when they tried to order him to hunt down a kid that they think might be a threat. A kid?
âSatoru, slow down-â
And they really thought that he, Satoru Gojo, will jump into action to execute a teenager that probably have no idea what is even happening to him? The boy was at most sixteen. Those assholes, they really fucked up his mood.
You noticed Satoru wasnât exactly in the right space of mind when he came back home, later than usual, smashing the doors behind him and throwing his jacket off carelessly. It had to be a bad day, you knew him well enough to recognize it and with some amount of certainty, you could tell he got caught up with the higher ups. They had an unparalleled ability to make Gojo loose his cool and you really hated seeing your love so upset, so when he grumbled a little hi against your neck, you took him to bed in hopes to relieve some of the tension.
But Satoruâs mind was somewhere else when he was pounding into you ruthlessly, unloading his frustration with his hips colliding with yours time after time, each one harder, stronger, harsher. His mouth wandered all over your neck and chest, leaving bruises and bite marks and you tried to slow him down by tugging at his hair, pushing at his abdomen and scratching his back, but with no effect.
âShh, you can take it, sweets,â he mumbled an auto-response, picking up the pace even more and pressing your wrists onto the mattress above your head, somewhat annoyed at the way you tried to push him away. Satoru sometimes forgets how strong he really is, how easily he can overpower you with his looming presence but usually, you can take his rough side with pleasure. You really can, and you also like the harsh attitude he sometimes gives you, so contrasting to his usual playful nature, but now he seemed to forget that if he wishes to be the bad guy he really has to put in effort to prepare you for that. This time, as he got up home so worked up and so in his head, he skipped all of the foreplay, cutting straight to the chase and it might have been still fine if he went slower. But he didnât.
âSatoru, please, it hu- ah-â you tried to bring him back from his mind but all it did was to push his buttons more. And when he squeezed your wrists harshly, you felt like your bones might just snap underneath the sheer force of his grip. A tear that rolled down your cheek went unnoticed, as his face was buried in the crook of your neck, leaving purple his marks all over the delicate skin over your racing pulse.
âPikachu!â
Gojoâs mind snapped to place in a split of a second. Every picture he had in front of his brain dissolved into nothing, as suddenly he became painfully aware of his current position. An endless chain of apologies spilled from his mouth as he pulled out and wrapped both of his arms around your middle, rolling onto his back and cuddling you to his chest.
âIâm so, so, so sorry, baby,â he cooed tenderly, kissing your wrists profusely, then kissing your neck, going over every spot he had left there, surprised to even see all of the bruises and teeth marks showing on your skin, because he didnât even register when he made them. âGod, Iâm sorry. I didnât-â
âItâs alright, Satoru,â you muttered, feeling yourself relaxing finally in his warmth. âIâm alright, donât apologize.â
âI made you cry, my baby, Iâm sorry,â he said again, pulling the covers over your bodies and tucking you carefully.
âSatoru, love, Iâm okay,â you reassured, pressing your lips to his chest, trying to calm him down. It wasnât often that Satoru was in the state of panic and you could feel him sliding into one as he caressed you, afraid that heâs hurt you.
In Gojoâs mind, all what just happened was nearly equal to him straight up beating you and that, he couldnât forgive himself. How could he get so carried away to hurt you? It didnât make sense, you didnât deserve it and so, afraid youâll leave him, he tightened his hold on you, whispering more and more sorrys into your hair, and you listened, allowing him to spill it because if he didnât, he probably wouldnât sleep for a month.
âOh, baby,â you cooed finally, shifting slightly and resting your chin on his sternum, âwhat happened today? Did you talk to the elders?â
By the way he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, you could tell you hit the spot.
âDo you know what they ordered me to do?â he threw, smoothing his hand over your hair. âThey wanted me to hunt down a teenager and kill him. A literal child.â
âAaand, did you tell them to go fuck themselves?â
âOf course I did.â
âGood boy,â you praised, smiling softly and reaching up to cup his cheek. âSo, weâre gonna need to find that kid and take care of him before they order someone else to kill him, huh?â
âI guess so,â he finally let his features soften enough to curve his lips up. The warm feeling of your palm against his face made all of his worries go away and he kissed your hand few times and your wrist also for good measure. âBut I canât believe they had the balls to ask me something like this knowing what I stand for. They even dared to argue with me, threatened to remove me, can you imagine?â
âDonât worry baby,â you chuckled, moving up and hovering your mouth above his. âIâll protect you from those old farts, you donât need to be so tensed and afraid.â
âAh, thatâs a relief,â he lightened up, glancing at your lips with anticipation, but instead of kissing him, you rested your forehead against his, touching noses as your thumb softly brushed over his cheekbone. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
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hi!! i really like your work and i was wondering if you could do like a katsuki bakugou x reader where bakugou is putting the reader at risk of being harmed because of her being one of his loved ones and then bakugou purposely fights with the reader and then just walks out on her thinking itâs for the better and then a couple weeks later the reader finds out sheâs pregnant and keeps the child a secret for a couple years until she runs into bakugou and then he wants a do-over or something like that đĽš
Second Chances (Request)
Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader
Details/Warnings: CW: Pregnancy Cw: Children, some angst, domestic fluff, dad bakugou, also soft bakugou hahaha.
Word Count: 2.9k
this idea is SOOOO cute i love it sm and it was really fun writing this. i hope i did your idea justice!! thank you sm for requesting anon :D i literally got so excited when i saw it got a request hehehe
Getting with Katsuki Bakugou was a dream come true. You two had been through thick and thin, and you had it all. Great jobs, a home together, and a strong relationship. Everything seemed perfect in your eyes, until one day Katsuki decided it wasn't enough for him.
Well, it was enough for him. It was more than enough actually. He loved you with all his heart and wanted a future with you, but doing that would put you at risk.
Ever since he was a little boy and dreamed of being a hero, he was warned of the risks the job came with. Not only would he be in great danger, but his loved ones too.
For a long time he believed he was strong enough to take on the world and every villain it had, no matter the threats they made towards him.
In his entire career, no villain had ever threatened a loved one of his, until recently. A damned villain had brought you up in the midst of the fight, spewing all kinds of bullshit he'd do to you that Katsuki would never want to even imagine.
For the first time in a long time, Katsuki reached a breaking point.
The disgusting things that villain said about you made him realize that he couldn't continue putting you in danger like this, so he had to find a way to end things.
He knew you wouldn't accept the real reasoning behind the break up, so he had to come up with something else.
You sat across the kitchen table from Katsuki with tears filled in your eyes. Seeing you like this hurt him more than ever, but he had to stay strong.
"How could this not be enough for you Katsuki?" You cried, "How could I not be enough for you?"
He looked down at the table to avoid your broken expression, "How else am I supposed to fuckin' say it huh? I don't wanna be with you anymore."
You shook your head, "Stop looking at the table and look at me when you say that. If you can look me in the eyes and tell me you really don't want to be with me, then you can leave."
It took everything left in Katsuki to lift his head up and look you in your eyes. He tried his best to put on a poker face, but you both knew it wasn't working.
"I don't want to be with you anymore."
Your face scrunched up slightly as you held back tears. "Okay Katsuki. If that's what you really want."
...
Having to hear Katsuki move out of your apartment was just another reminder of your relationship crumbling right before you, and it felt like the end of the world.
You don't know how long you laid in bed crying silently, but suddenly you heard Katsuki's voice from the door of your bedroom.
"I'm leaving now." He said quietly.
You played with a thread on the pillow next to you, choosing to ignore him.
He shuffled awkwardly at your silence. "Um, Bye. I guess."
"Bye Katsuki." You said quietly.
You stayed quiet until you heard the front door shut behind him, then you let yourself cry.
...
It was almost two months later, and you were starting to feel a bit better about the break up. It was hard sometimes, but you had a good support system and kept yourself busy.
Now though you were feeling better emotionally, you weren't really feeling well physically.
When you confided in your best friend about this, she told you words you really didn't want to hear.
"Maybe you're pregnant?" Uraraka suggested after hearing your symptoms.
You shook your head, "No way! And if I am, that's horrible! I can't raise a baby by myself. That's a two person job..."
She stayed quiet, now feeling a bit awkward when she remembered the messy breakup between you and Katsuki.
"I'd be here for you, you know that right?" She said and wrapped her arms around you. "I should have a few tests in my bathroom, do you wanna go take some?"
You bit your lip in thought. "I dunno. I'm scared."
She leaned her head on your shoulder, "I'll be with you every step of the way. You're my best friend okay? You should take the test sooner than later so that way if you are pregnant, you can start taking care of yourself and the baby."
You leaned your head on hers, "You're right. I'll do it."
Moments later after peeing on three sticks and looking at the results, you felt your heart drop to your stomach.
You opened the door and faced Uraraka, who was pacing in anticipation.
"Well? What does it say?!" She asked.
You held up one of the tests, "Looks like I gotta start eating for two."
...
5 years later
After finding out you were pregnant five years ago, you decided you weren't going to tell Katsuki. Maybe it was wrong, but you didn't care.
He had made it very clear he didn't want to be with you anymore, and you weren't going to hold him back from whatever plans he had.
You had also decided it'd be a good idea to move out of Musutafu, at least an hour away from him and anyone else that knows him. You didn't want the word of you having his child spreading around and eventually reaching him.
The only person you told were your parents and Uraraka, who promised she'd keep it a secret from Katsuki and everyone associated with him. The two of you kept in touch and she would occasionally visit you when she wasn't busy with hero work.
So now here you were with your 4-year old little girl, Keiko. She had some of your features, but of course her father's genes overshadowed yours despite him not even being in the picture.
The biggest resemblance between them was their eyes, which you hated temporarily, but grew to love again because of her.
"Mama! Mama!" Keiko called from the top of the slide, "Come play with me!"
You stood up from the bench with a sigh and made your way over to the bottom of the slide. "Okay Koko but be careful up there! I don't want you to get hurt."
She shook her head and scrunched up her face, "I'm strong! I don't get hurt Mama!" and then slid down to meet you at the bottom.
Once she got there, she slid into your legs and got surprised at the light impact but giggled anyways.
You reached down and picked her up, "What are you laughing at huh Koko?" You asked and tickled her.
She continued laughing her little heart out and you smiled at her, loving to see your daughter in such a good mood.
A few hours later, you found yourselves at the grocery store, shopping for new snacks Keiko could take to school.
You held up a pack of yogurt cups to your daughter, who was sitting in the basket.
"You want some of these baby? They have blueberry and strawberry flavor."
"I want blueberry!" She said.
You nodded, "Good choice."
The two of you continued shopping around for a few more minutes, until you felt your heart stop.
Down the same aisle, you saw none other than Katsuki Bakugou.
Just as you tried to quickly turn around, your precious child couldn't help but yell -
"Dynamight!"
Groaning in frustration at your daughter, though you knew it wasn't her fault (He just so happened to be her favorite hero, despite not even knowing he was her father), you tried your best to keep walking away but it was already too late.
You heard him yell out your name, and you quickly grabbed Keiko, abandoning the shopping cart in the process and you began making your way out of the store as fast as you could.
Katsuki, who noticed you and your daughter, did the same and began following you.
Once you were outside, you looked over your shoulder and called out, "Get away from me!
Keiko fussed in your arms at your loud voice, wondering what was happening and why her mother was running away from a hero.
Finally getting to your car, Katsuki was hovering over you as you put your daughter in her car seat.
"Is she mine?" He asked, out of breath from walking fast.
"No."
"You think I'm an idiot or somethin'?" He asked, "She looks just like me and you expect me to believe that?"
You kissed Keiko on the forehead, "I'm gonna talk to the crazy man real quick okay baby? Just wait here."
She nodded and played with her fingers. You shut the door and leaned against it, facing Katsuki.
"Leave us alone. I don't want anything to do with you, okay?" You said sternly, trying not to cry.
His eyebrows furrowed, "When we ended things... were you pregnant?"
You stayed quiet for a moment before answering.
"I didn't find out until a month later."
He let out a breath and put his hands on his face. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me? I would've been there for you, even if we weren't together."
His words angered you, "Why does it take me being pregnant for you to think about being there for me? I still needed you there when you left, but you wanted nothing to do with me!"
"I had to do it! You don't understand, okay?" He yelled.
You put a finger in his face, "Stop raising your voice at me like that. Keiko can probably hear you."
He grew quiet, "Her name is Keiko?"
"Yeah."
He looked at the ground, "Can I get to know her more? Please. There's no way I can live my life knowing I have a kid that I'm not there for."
You felt a tear slip down your cheek. "Okay, fine. I'll give you my number and we can talk about the details later."
"Thank you." He sighed, "Thank you so much. I'm gonna do my best for her, and for you too."
"This isn't about me."
"I don't care. It's what I want to do. It's what I need to do."
"Just give me your phone so I can put my number in."
He fished his phone out of his pocked and unlocked it, handing it to you. While you added your contact, he asked "What does she like? I want to get her something."
"Well she likes heroes, her favorite animal is a seal, and she likes crowns, because she wants to be a king." You said with a smile.
"Not a queen?" He smirked.
You shook your head. "Nah, she says 'king' sounds cooler."
He laughed, "That's definitely my kid."
...
After the accidental meet up with Katsuki, Keiko asked a million questions but you answered as if you didn't know him, and eventually she lost interest.
You decided not to tell anyone about what happened, just incase he decided to leave again. You also didn't want to tell Keiko yet, because you didn't want her to grow attached to him.
She knew her father wasn't in the picture, but she didn't fully understand why yet. You would explain it to her when she got older and grew more curious about who he is.
You had also found out why Katsuki was in your city, and apparently it was because he was visiting some family members (by force of his mother).
It was now a few days later, and you and Katsuki decided to meet up, along with Keiko. You wanted to meet him in public, but he said that was a bad idea because he'd get recognized, so you reluctantly agreed to allow him into your home.
"Keikooo" You cooed, "We have a visitor today."
She looked up from her toys and brushed her hair out of her face, "Who Mama?"
Just then, the doorbell rang. "There he is! Do you wanna go open the door?"
She nodded and skipped down the hall and to the front door, looking back at you for the okay before opening the door.
When she did, she gasped "Dynamight! What are you doing at my house?"
Katsuki laughed, "I came to see you and your Mama, if that's alright with you little lady."
She smiled and opened the door wider, allowing him to walk in. "What's in that bag, Dynamight?"
"It's actually something for you." He said and handed it to her.
She squealed and dragged the large bag behind her to the couch, where she quickly dug inside of it and pulled out a large seal plushie with a crown on it.
"It's a king seal!" She said in awe.
You smiled and sat next to her on the couch, "What do you say Koko?"
She hugged the seal, "Thank you so much! I need to name him..."
Katsuki laughed and ruffled her hair, "You're welcome kid. Maybe we can come up with names later." He then handed you a small bag, from who knows where, and urged you to open it.
You raised a brow but opened it anyways. Inside, there was a jewelry box, and inside that there was a necklace with three small flowers aligned together. It was simple, but pretty.
"You didn't have to get me anything..." You said while admiring the necklace.
He shrugged, "I know, but I wanted to."
You smiled.
...
For the next few months, things continued on that way. The three of you would meet up, Katsuki occasionally bringing you and your daughter gifts no matter how many times you said you didn't want one, and actually enjoying time together.
Currently, Keiko was being carried to bed by Katsuki. She was all tuckered out from today's session of hero and villain (she was the hero, of course).
When Katsuki came back to the living room, he slumped onto the couch next to you and sighed. "Damn, that kid has so much energy."
You laughed, "Tell me about it. It was even worse when I was actually carrying her. She was a kicker."
Katsuki looked over at you, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."
You continued looking forward, "It's fine. You didn't even know, Katsuki."
He smiled slightly at you using his first name, just like he did every time you used it.
"Y'know, I was thinking-"
"Uh oh." You teased.
He tsked and continued on, "I wanna start over again."
You froze, what the hell was he saying?
"Look, I know you're hesitant to and I understand why." He said and slowly grabbed your hand, holding it tenderly in his. "But I'm being serious when I say I haven't been with anyone since you. I still love you and I always have. And now that Koko is here, I love her too and I want to be in her life everyday."
Your lip began to shake, "If you loved me, why did you leave me?"
"Baby I was being stupid. I-I got into a fight with this villain, and he threatened you. I thought that my job was putting you in danger and I didn't want to take any risks, so I broke things off."
The tears were now falling, "You're such an idiot, you know that?"
"I do know. I'm sorry." He said and stroked your cheek, "I'm so fucking sorry for hurting you and not being there for you and Keiko. But please, please let me be here now."
You cried harder and leaned into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around you. That wound he left behind all those years ago was now a scar that still hurts. But so far, being with him these last few months has eased the pain.
"I love you" You cried, "I want you to be here now. For me and for Keiko."
He let out the biggest sigh of relief in years.
...
3 years later
"Keiko! Stop putting cheese on your brother!" Katsuki yelled across the kitchen.
Your now 7-year old daughter pouted and bit into a slice of cheese, "But he likes it!"
Your son, who was a year old, laid on the floor of the living room and laughed at his sister while chewing on his fingers.
After that talk you and Katsuki had, you began seeing each other again. It was hard at first, but he proved himself to you in every way he could.
You two also told Keiko he was her father, and she was confused at first but after a long talk and even some tears, she understood and quickly accepted he was her father.
She also loved being able to say Dynamight was her dad.
She also manifested her quirk, which was of course, the same as Katsuki's. When it first manifested, there was a random boom! that came from her bedroom, and when you two ran in, she was covered in soot and her doll was blown up.
Though instead of crying, she cheered in victory, which Katsuki found extremely funny.
Now for your second pregnancy, that was a surprise, just like your first one. Despite this, you two were still happy about it and decided to move into a bigger house together.
Hiroki looked a lot like his father, of course. But this time, he had your eye color which you were thankful for considering you carried him for almost 9 months.
"Keiko why would you put cheese on Hiroki?" You asked as you walked into the living room.
She shrugged and ate another slice.
"That kid is crazy, that's why." Katsuki said.
She quickly turned around, "No I'm not! You're crazy! Poop face!"
"Hey!" You said, "Don't call your dad poop face. That's not nice."
She grumbled a 'sorry' and went back to eating the cheese slices off of Hiroki.
You smiled and shook your head at your families antics. They could be a bit much, and they had explosive personalities (literally) but you loved them either way.
Maybe second chances weren't so bad.
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Ur MM fic was soooo good!!! Pls write more of him I begđđŤśđž
A/N: no need to beg, you know I got you anon! Make sure to show some love to @planetblaque and @soft-persephone for their MM fics!
Leaving Me Sleepless
Pairing: Neighbor!Mother's Milk x Neighbor!Black!Fem!reader/plus size reader
Warnings: 18+ only. MINORS DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. Age gap, more so late 20s/early 30s, but can be read however. Dom Mother's Milk, Cursing, PIV, SMUT, FLUFF, fingering (fem receiving), oral (male and female receiving), D/s elements, Sorry if I missed others. Season 1 MM, no spoilers for the show. Divorced MM. Brat reader. Corruption kink if you squint. Possession Kink. Size kink.
Summary: You were ready to start a new chapter of your life, moving into your first house all by your lonesome. Done with waiting on others to get their lives together, you were finally pursuing the life you wanted. You had everything planned, until you didnât.Â
Marvin comes to your rescue, turning a stressful day into something sweet and full of laughs. An easy friendship builds between you. Only you canât wait any longer to see if this is one sided. You decide to start toying with Marvin, just to see how long it would take him to break.
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A/N: I don't know what it is about this man. But enjoy my brainrot! Love him dowwwnnn. Toss a coin to your blogger by leaving a comment, reblog, or unhinged ask.
It wasnât your intention to toy with your hot neighbor, Marvin. When you moved in, you were prepared to do it all yourself. You got a moving company to help you pack up your shit from your ex-boyfriendâs house. You successfully transferred your utilities to your new place, leaving that broke motherfucker with no power for a weekend. You were on top of it.Â
Okay, so not everything was so smooth. You got a flat tire on the freeway, the moving van wrote down your address wrong, and when you arrived at your new place, no moving truck to be found, you had a breakdown about it. To be fair, it was a hard and emotional day. This was the first time you bought a house, did it by yourself, and you were nervous as hell.
Your family wasnât the most supportive. They kept asking you if you were sure you were ready and what were you going to do with that big house to yourself? As if finally having some alone time and gaining safety for the first time in your life was a bad thing. So not having the moving truck at your new place was like an ill omen.Â
You started to doubt yourself. What would you do with a house to yourself? You were responsible for everything now. It was on you to take the trash out, keep up with the lawn and maintenance, cook meals, wash your sheets. The pressure of your decision crushed you to pieces until the dam broke and the tears were falling like crazy.
You hadnât called the moving truck just yet. You needed time to break down before you pulled yourself together. You were a strong, independent woman and you were going to be okay. Like you always were.Â
Marvin was just getting home from wherever he spent his time and saw you in front of your new place, standing on the curb and trying hard to hide your crying. You only had a few bags in your car, essential things you knew you didnât trust with the movers. Smart thinking, but it wasnât a bed. It wasnât cookware. It wasnât anything you needed to have a successful first day in your new place. The sun was losing its heat, traveling across the sky like the moon was on its heels.Â
Marvin called out to you, walking up like he would single-handedly solve all of your problems. He wore a white T-shirt with the Wu Tang symbol on it. Medium wash jeans and white sneakers. He wore a gold chain as well, complimenting the golden hue of his skin.Â
He also had a thick beard on his beautiful face. Neat and well-trimmed. But his eyes were the kindest youâd ever seen. In just a few minutes, itâd be easy to fall into the brown depths and never come up for air.Â
You swiped at your eyes and smiled at him. âIâm okay, Iâm fine!â You said, waving him off. Why was it that fine ass men always popped out when you looked like hell? You were currently wearing raggedy blue sweats with mysterious stains all over, some from bleach, paint, or whatever other dirty job needed done. Your lavender shirt had seen better days, the graphic on it cracked and nearly faded away. Your tennis shoes were peeling in one corner, but these were your most comfortable and didnât want to give them up.
And ugh, your hair. You looked tore up from the floor up and you did not need your neighbor meeting you like this. Why couldnât he catch you on your way out to the club or out to eat with your friends? You had a new, gorgeous leopard print dress in your moving van, with sexy three hoop gold earrings that were calling your name. Fuck me heels that made your ass look amazing. Why couldnât he meet you then?
âIs everything alright? Are you sure?â He asked.Â
God, that voice. You smiled and nodded, clutching your phone for dear life. He needed to move away, now. You wish the neighbors were out when you were scoping the house. If you knew he looked like that, you would have never shown up like this. The embarrassment was killing you.Â
âIâm okay, MrâŚ?â You asked.
He smiled. âCall me Marvin, please,â he said.Â
You introduced yourself. Sexy name matching a sexy man. He was so damn broad and thick. Just how you liked âem. But no, no, you promised yourself to focus on you right now. On getting this house set up exactly how you liked it. You werenât going to have a traditional housewarming party. You werenât going to invite all that negative energy into your new place. This new period in your life was about you, getting your mental stronger, your life together. Focus on your goals and finally getting started on your lifelong dreams. Nowhere in that plan you dreamt up with your best friend did it include a man.Â
âAre you sure thereâs nothing I can help with?â He asked. He sounded and looked so sincere, that your shoulders slumped and you sighed, looking down the street like it would magically conjure the moving truck.Â
âItâs silly,â you said and rolled your eyes, waving away his concern.Â
Marvin smiled and tilted his head. âTry me. Youâd be doing me a favor actually. I only had plans to go inside, grab a beer, and pig out. Youâd be saving me from getting fat and lazy,â he said, patting his stomach. That smile.
You couldnât help but giggle, checking him out. And letting him know that you were checking him out. âThereâs no chance in hell youâd end up fat and lazy,â you told him. He chuckled and rubbed his beard, his thumb swiping at the corner of his mouth.Â
âYou never know. These things add up. And youâre changing the subject,â he said.Â
You sighed and suppressed a smile. Fine. Fine. You broke down and told him the whole ordeal. That you were moving in and waiting for your truck. Marvin cursed softly, excusing his words, and asked for the number to the movers.Â
He used his own phone to call them, getting in their asses about taking advantage of you. They knew exactly where your house was and if they werenât here in thirty minutes, giving you a steep discount for their actions, then heâd report they ass on their website, on social media, and anyone else whoâd listen.Â
Your mouth dropped listening to him. He was in complete control, not taking an ounce of slack from the movers. All of your interactions with them had been cordial, but there were enough times where you thought you were on them too much. You were trying to escape your exâs house before he came home. You felt like a screaming harpy, telling them to move their ass.Â
A little bass from a man and suddenly they could hop to. Fucking pigs. When Marvin was done, he smiled. âThere, theyâll haul ass now. Iâm sorry they did that to you,â he said.
You waved him off. âNo way, youâre my hero. I wouldâve been arguing for an hour to get them to show up with enough daylight to put things where I need,â you said. The relief you felt was almost indescribable. All thanks to a friendly neighbor. With no wedding ring, you mightâve observed.
âYou wanna come inside and wait? I mostly have beer, but maybe some juice? Water?â He asked.
You bit your lip, feeling awkward and gross but he was just so helpful. You didnât want to give that up just yet. âAre you sure I wouldnât be a bother?â You asked.
âI promise,â he said.Â
You nodded. Well, fuck it. You followed him to his place, stepping inside his place hoping for the best. You were blown away actually. His place smelled amazing, light like lemon and something breezy or tropical.Â
The place was spotless, not a cushion out of place. His living room was nice and spacious, with a thick rug underneath the couch and coffee table. You sat down while Marvin went to grab you some water.Â
Marvin asked you questions about yourself and you asked him questions about him. You found out he was divorced, amicably, and they shared a beautiful daughter together. He worked with inner city youth at a detention center, keeping knuckleheads from making dumb ass mistakes.Â
The more he talked, the more you started to see a clearer picture of him. He paid extra care to cleanliness letting you know that heâd never, ever tolerate being in your place. You werenât a slob, but you werenât Johnny on the spot either. Sometimes dishes piled up or you lounged in bed all day. You could already see and hear the arguments, the disgusted looks, the pot shots.Â
You subtly sighed. Too bad. Heâd make someone a fine ass husband one day. While you talked, the moving van showed up in record time. You tried saying bye to Marvin, but he insisted on staying to make sure the movers didnât try to get over on you again.
Thanks to Marvin, the movers moved the heavy shit where it needed to go and brought your boxes to the rooms they were assigned to. You had more than enough time to unpack what you needed tonight, clean out the bathtub and kitchen, so that you could bathe in your new place and cook in your new place.Â
You offered to cook something for Marvin, but he excused himself, saying he took up enough of your time. He hoped you had a good night and now that you were neighbors, he told you not to be a stranger. He was like a buff fairy godmother and you couldnât stop thanking him as he left.
âNo thanks, necessary. Iâm just glad I was around. Did you get a chance to change the locks yet?â He asked.
You shook your head. You hadnât even thought to do so. âIf you buy some new locks, I can install them for you. Get some with a longer latch,â he said.
You stared at him blankly with an adorable smile on your face. âAnd that meansâŚ?â You asked.Â
Marvin chuckled. âIf you like, Iâm free tomorrow and we can go to the store. Get some things to make sure youâre safe in here,â he said. He stood in the doorway, framed by a darkening sky. The white shirt glowed against his skin. He looked like an angel. Or maybe that was just your thinking because of how incredible he was.Â
âIâve taken up enough of your weekend,â you said, looking down and playing with invisible lint by the door.Â
Marvin waited until you looked back at him to smile. âYou canât be a bother if I volunteer. Here, take my number, and if you need anything, just call or text. No matter the day or time,â he said.Â
You took his number and gave him yours, giggling to yourself. âYou donât like me being here all by my lonesome, do you?â You asked.
He chuckled and nodded. âI know, I sound like an old-fashioned old man. You can absolutely take care of yourself. But Iâm around, okay?â He asked.
You nodded, thanked him again, and finally let him leave your stoop. You closed and locked the door behind you, leaning back against it, and squealed to yourself. He was an impossible dream. An angel. A hero. Your savior. Youâd still be outside crying your eyes out while the movers hemmed and hawed about your most precious possessions.Â
You daydreamed for a few minutes, letting the crush finally take over. There may never be a future, but he was sweet. And fun. And so caring it hurt.Â
You threw on some tunes and started dancing around your space, getting the essentials cleaned up that day. You started in the bathroom, the one place you refused to let get dirty. First, because it grossed you out and second, because you liked taking relaxing baths with candles and music.Â
And so on it went. Marvin did take you to the hardware store the next day, being patient with you and explaining why you needed this or that. Some of the items you genuinely did know about, but he was so adorable explaining things to you. He was patient, never acted put out, and never made you feel dumb for asking so many questions.
Perhaps it was then that it all started. Acting ditzy whenever he came around. Not enough to be obvious. But just so helpless unless he swooped to the rescue. And you always thanked him by calling him your hero, heaping praises on him, and making sure to grip his thick biceps and looking into his eyes as you expressed your gratitude.
As the weeks and months passed, you fell into an easy friendship with him. Your work hours aligned with his, sometimes arriving home at the exact same moment. Intending to just catch up for a few minutes, there were times you almost got sick standing outside in the cold air with him talking.Â
If he âhappenedâ to make extra food, he made sure to bring it over and he promised that you were doing him the favor. If you âhappenedâ to make extra food, you returned the sweet gesture, passing the same dishware back and forth.Â
You always texted first to make sure he didnât have company. One day, he laughed riotously and told you that he wasnât seeing anyone. And his friends werenât the âcome over and hang outâ type.Â
âAnd you talk about me being in a house all by myself,â you scolded him playfully, and made sure to drop by just because. You told yourself that you were just being harmless, just making sure to repay him for being so sweet to you as a neighbor.Â
You werenât sure when the teasing started. Whenever you talked to Marvin, it seemed like you were having a different conversation with your bodies. He made you warm all over. His presence and his smell already drew you in. But his protective nature and sense of humor made sure you were downright smitten.
You touched his arm or hand whenever you could. Heâd find ways to step closer, or place his hand on the small of your back as he moved around you in the kitchen. Whenever youâd join him on the couch watching sports, you began to sit closer and closer together, thighs pressed together, and bumping shoulders.Â
But he never picked up on your hints. You werenât even sure what kind of hints you were throwing out there so you couldnât entirely blame him. You had a feeling that he just wouldnât accept your place. It was why you were usually at his place and not the other way around. Did you want him to kiss you? Grab you? Snatch you up?Â
There were plenty of times you daydreamed about having your wicked way with him. What heâd look like when he let himself loose and grabbed you like he didnât want to let go. Maybe he wouldnât be into someone younger?Â
There were quite a few years separating you, but hell. The dating pool was ass nowadays. These men acted like they had no home training. Like they thought the best jewelry, cars, and clothes were enough to snare a woman but their dick game was just as terrible. A bunch of pretty packaging on trash.
Marvin looked like heâd fuck well. He moved precisely, taking care to make himself as un-intimidating as possible, as welcoming as possible. Sometimes you stared outside of your window when he got home from the gym. His dick bounced in his gray sweatpants, letting you know that he had more than enough equipment. But you were confused, lost, wondering if you just liked him because he made you feel safe when no other guy ever did. Not even your own dad.
Yeah, yeah, daddy issues. Whatever. You made sure to back away from Marvin when things sort of took a turn. You werenât sure what was wrong with you. So it was best to back away and stop sending so many mixed signals. Besides asking Marvin to fix little things around your place. You made sure to clean up first.
One night, however, you were restless. Sleepless. You had opened your blinds in your bedroom, opening the windows as well to let in some cool air. You were unbearably horny. The porn and smut books werenât cutting it. You threw on some sexy music, grabbed your favorite drink, and danced around your place in your panties and nothing else. Why not? Youâd never done such a thing at your previous addresses, never feeling safe to do so.Â
You were feeling mighty good, teasing yourself, letting the anticipation build up before you broke out your Black Noir dildo, when you turned around. Marvin had entered his own bedroom. All this time, you didnât know your bedrooms faced each other.Â
He had turned on his light, moving around his room. And the pervert in you watched. And stared. He took off the black shirt he had on, moving on to his pants. You looked away before you became too big of a pervert. ButâŚit did give you a naughty idea. You dimmed the lights a little lower and continued dancing around your place, keeping your back turned to his window.
It may not workâŚbutâŚyou felt sexier. More alive. More naughty. Whether or not he actually saw something, it was enough to make you want to unplug your dildo and go to town right then and there. To imagine Marvin kissing all up and down your body, worshiping you. To get a sneak peak at the dick in his pants. You just knew he knew what to do with it. Felt it all over.Â
You were lost in your daydream, you turned around to grab your drink. You looked across the way at Marvin who seemed to be spazzing out. He was windmilling, stepping backwards, and you giggled as you pretended not to notice.Â
Interactions after that wereâŚinteresting. Marvin couldnât look you in the eye after that. Youâd ask and poke and prod, and heâd laugh it off, giving you some excuse about not being able to sleep. You pouted and continued to rely on him for little things. The sink wasnât working? Call Marvin. Door was stuck? Call Marvin.Â
Every time, you walked him to the door asking if there was anything you could help him with and heâd only tell you he was happy to help, bid you goodnight, and then entered his house. The little minx in you couldnât let it go. Had to see how far you could push him and what heâd do if he snapped.
You were thoroughly in love with your sweet neighbor and you wanted to torture him right out of his pants. Your bed was against the wall, opposite the door, so your windows were on the left. From what you could puzzle out, Marvinâs bed was similar. So if you happened to lay on the bed and pleasure yourself, there would be no mistaking what you were doing.Â
So you did just that. The first time, you were nervous as hell. You waited till you texted Marvin good night, that you were going to turn in early. He bid you goodnight and then you waited. Waited for him to enter his room and move around the space. All you saw was a dark shadow, but you knew that he was up here for you. Or you wished for that to be true in either case.
You had your own lights dark enough to not see anything, but dim enough to not mistake it for anything else. And you pleasured yourself with your vibrator, imagining that Marvin could see everything and was wishing it was him. You pictured him sitting in the window, rubbing his sweaty hands on his pants, trying to resist touching himself. But the urge was too strong. Dick straining against his pants. So heâd take it out just to hold it. Just to relieve some of the ache.Â
But then heâd see your legs moving, your hands going in and out, rubbing across your titties, and heâd know. And heâd groan. That sexy, deep, needy rumbling like he just couldnât help himself. Heâd start slowly, just absently touching himself. Stroking himself to the image of you pleasuring yourself and knowing that he could do it better.Â
âOh god, oh god,â you whined in the empty room, soft R&B music and the low vibrator the only sounds in the room. You wished it was his heavy breathing. His moaning in your ear. Was he a moaner? Did he moan while he was deep in it?Â
Your clit throbbed so you pulled the Black Noir dildo out of you and rubbed it against your clit. You moaned, breathing heavier. You pictured Marvin holding it there, torturing you. Just because he was sweet didnât mean he couldnât be mean sometimes, right?Â
The vibrations against your clit was torture and you held it there. Your hands werenât yours anymore. They were guided by a phantom Marvin. For all you knew, he could be fast asleep at the moment. But to you, he was right in the room with you. He was holding the dildo against your clit and commanding you to hold it.Â
A dildo didnât faze him. He knew women needed something extra to take them there. He was not intimidated by a vibrating toy when he knew his dick was everything youâd ever need. âPlease,â you moaned, unable to help yourself.
Your belly twisted, clit throbbing painfully. Your thoughts were completely focused on phantom Marvin, picturing his shirt off, his powerful thighs exposed. You were no better than a man in the 18th century. A little bit of ankle and you were feral for Marvin. Overcome with thoughts of him.Â
You were about to cum so you plunged the black dildo into your sopping wet pussy and dialed up the vibrator. You screamed as you came, possibly calling out his name? You werenât sure what you were saying as you had the most powerful orgasm of your life, back bowing off of the bed, legs shaking.Â
When you were done, you blinked into your dark room, staring up at the ceiling. Fuck. That was intense. And wrong. And so right, it hurt. You could learn to pick up after yourself some more, couldnât you? Because if your fantasy was even a fraction of the real thing, you needed to fuck Marvin Milk.Â
Obviously, you had to consult the Council. Your circle of close friends that you trusted to tell you the truth. To see if you were tripping or if you should pursue this thing with Marvin.Â
âGirl, hell no!â Your friend, Story, exclaimed on the phone. You were currently on the phone with the Council, pleading your case.Â
âIf his game is anything like the pics you sent, Iâm honestly surprised you not knocking boots already,â your other friend, Yalonda, said.Â
âTo be fair, she wanted to spend this time focused on her, not a man,â her last friend, Jayne, said.
âRight, thank you!â You said. You were currently making spaghetti, stirring the noodles and trying to gauge if they were done or not. You wanted to stop tossing noodles against the wall, but hell, how else were you supposed to tell?Â
âAnd who said focusing on Marvin is not focusing on herself? Part of self-discovery is exploration. Need I bring up Voldemort?â Yalonda asked, earning a circle of disgusted groans.
âChile, that man dead as far as Iâm concerned,â Story said.
âRaggedy bitch,â Jayne chimed in.
You chuckled, loving your friends more and more. âI donât think I can play with this man like that, yaâll. He sensitive,â you said.Â
There was a chorus of teeth smacking and grumbles. âBut is he not grown? Like if you laid it out, would he not understand?â Story asked.Â
You sighed. Would he? Youâd known him plenty of months, but you hadnât gone deeper into either of your pasts. Because he was just a neighbor, really. But a neighbor you had so much in common with. You genuinely liked spending time with him. You loved his sense of humor, loved that he was so giving. You were a homebody, preferring to be in your own space and alone, rather than snuggled up underneath someone else. You got the sense that Marvin was the same. Preferring to keep his own company.
âYou know how men get in they feelings when women treat them like bitches. Like shit, we took a page out of your book, playa! We trynna get like you and now itâs a problem,â Yalonda said.
âPreach! Speak on it!â Jayne said.Â
You giggled. âNo oneâs saying I got to marry the man. But I donât think itâd be as casual as Iâm picturing,â you said.Â
âThere ainât a casual bone in your body, honey. And thatâs okay! You can still focus on yourself while getting dicked down,â Jayne said.Â
âBut if Marvin come around talkinâ âbout he wants a relationship, now is she wrong or is he?â Story asked, taking the words right out of her mouth.Â
On and on it went. The decision was always left up to you, but still. You valued their input and it helped you realize that you cared about Marvin. Cared about how he took care of you. You didnât have to blow this out of proportion. You could start light. There was a possibility that Marvin would be just fine with a casual affair. He had a life, you had a life, you were both adults.Â
âSo what you gonna do?â Story asked. The line buzzed with bated breath from your friends. You stirred the meat, adding a teensy bit more oregano, when you sighed.
âIâm gonâ fuck that old man,â you said.
You pulled the phone away from your ear as the girls squealed, gassing you up. Reminding you that you were hot as hell and it was your divine right to fuck that old man. You giggled, now needing their help. You knew how to get guys interested, but with an older man like Marvin, you didnât know what it would take. It was your first experience taking an older man seriously.Â
Would your usual tricks work? No. With the Councilâs help, you figured that youâd have to go through with torturing him out of his pants.Â
You started the torture by ditching your comfortable, âletâs be friendsâ outfits and traded them for âWhoops, a little too tightâ clothing. Lots of shorts. Lots of tank tops. Your first act was to make sure that you were outside, watering your grass, wearing short shorts and flip flops, bending over unnecessarily, waiting for Marvin.
Marvin arrived home just in time and got out of his car, his lips pressed together in disapproval. âHey!â He called out.Â
You waved to him, your shirt lifting and giving him a peek at your body. He walked up his driveway, stopping to look over at you. There was a short concrete wall separating your properties, no taller than your ankles. You sauntered over, and grinned at him, taking your hand off the trigger.
The nozzle dripped with water and you collected the drops, rubbing it into your neck and chest. âWhew! It was hot as hell today, huh? Did you make sure to stay hydrated?â You asked.
Marvin swallowed and his eyes seemed unfocused, looking down somewhere on your body. You wish you knew where. Was he an ass man? A breasts man? You needed something more from him to guide you in the right direction.Â
âI should be asking you that,â he said, a smile crossing his face.Â
You waved him off. âYouâre too sweet to me, Marvin,â you said.Â
He chuckled. âI promise Iâm not,â he said.Â
You engaged him in more innocent conversation, telling him about your job, and he told you about his day. You reached out and squeezed his hand. âYouâre so cool for what you do, Marvin. It takes a strong man to see what you do and still show up for those kids,â you told him.
He had the most adorable look on his face. You wondered if people praised him enough. Thanked him enough for everything that he did. You let him go and grinned. âAnywho, I should let you get inside and rest,â you told him.
He looked like he wanted to tell you something, so you looked at him and tilted your head. âHave a restful evening,â he said, nodded to you, and then turned around.
You bit your lip, watching him walk away, wondering if you didnât have to torture him that long before he caved. He looked like he was torturing himself enough. Your core heated up, picturing him being just as smitten with you. Just as in lust. If he was rubbing himself raw in the shower to images of you in his mind.Â
You turned around and finished watering your lawn, heading back inside for the next phase of your torture.Â
You spent the week being mysteriously busy. Marvin had slowed inviting you over so you used that time to make yourself as unavailable as possible. A little toxic, but you got yourself dressed up and took yourself out as if you were going on dates. You managed to leave sometimes, just as Marvin was arriving home. Sometimes youâd wave, sometimes you pretended not to see him.
Friday night, you waited to leave in that leopard print dress you had, fuck me heels making your ass look fantastic. You heard his car pull up, saw the lights move across your living room. You waited a beat, then exited your home.
âHey!â Marvin called. You pretended not to hear. You tapped away on your phone, giggling and smiling at nothing, as you made your way to your car, pulling up your strapless dress.Â
Marvinâs shoes crunched on your grass as he crossed your lawn, calling your name with a little more bass in his voice. You turned to him, a sweet smile on your face, and you watched him approach.Â
âGot another date?â He asked.Â
You bit your cheek to keep from smiling. âMarvin! Youâre so sweet to worry! Yes, Iâm going on another date. Do I look good?â You asked. You twirled, taking your time to show him every possible angle.Â
âDressed like that?â He asked.Â
âYou donât like it?â You asked. You pouted, playing with your matching clutch bag.Â
âWhoa, hey, you look amazing. I justâŚâ he trailed off, looking at your outfit. You let him, smiling to yourself, but then cleared your throat.
âYou justâŚ?â You prompted.
âI donât want to overstep my bounds. I just hope these men are nice to you,â he said.
You giggled. âIâm not,â you said and continued to giggle. At Marvinâs confused face, you stopped and shrugged. âObviously, I would like a nice man. But the dating scene sucks. You should be lucky you swore it off. These people out here are animals. And I appreciate you looking out for me. But a girlâs got needs, you know?âÂ
âNeeds?â He asked.
You nodded. âOh yeah. All this hard work getting my place together. All the bullshit at work. I need to take the edge off too, you know,â you said.Â
âSo theâŚâ he started but then stopped.Â
âThe what?â You asked, blinking innocently at him.Â
Marvin shook his head, rubbed his beard. âIâm overstepping, Iâm sorry,â he said. He smiled. âHave a great night. Let me know when you get home safe and sound, okay?â He reached out and rubbed your elbow.Â
You deflated against your car, watching him walk away. What the hell was it going to take? You got into your car with a huff, all dressed up with no real destination in mind. Fuck it. You called the Council and decided to go clubbing. If you werenât really going to fuck someone tonight, you can at least show off your outfit. Because you looked fucking amazing.Â
You spent the night putting Marvin from your mind. You danced, you flirted your way to free drinks, you babysat Yalonda, poor thing never able to keep up with yaâll. When you made it home, all the lights were off in Marvinâs place. You threw him a middle finger as you let yourself into your place, wondering if all this effort was even worth it. If Marvin even wanted to have sex with you.Â
You spent the weekend in your feelings, moping around your place. You didnât know what it would take to get Marvin into your pants. What were you missing? Why was he not interested?Â
After spending Saturday moping, you finally decided to wash the grime of the day from you. You went to turn your shower on, but nothing came out. The pipes groaned, a strange knocking sound, but no water. You huffed, checking for possible culprits. Your sinks still worked, but not your shower.
You groaned, cursing the shower head from here to kingdom come. You didnât want to call Marvin for this. You wondered if Story or Jayne would let you borrow one of their men to come fix it. You went to your room in search of your phone, when you remembered that it was Storyâs anniversary and Jayneâs husband was sweet but useless as hell when it came to handy work.Â
You stomped your foot, pouting, giving in to the temper tantrum coursing through your body. Your pride didnât want to let you call Marvin for something so stupid. If he wasnât interested in you, why didnât he just say that? Why didnât he shut your ass down? Why did he allow you to develop this stupid crush on him?Â
You really wanted a shower. You didnât do anything all day, but you couldnât relax without a bath. It was the one first-world problem you didnât want to have. You liked ready and easy access to hot water. And now you didnât have it. And it was probably too late at night to call anyone else.
You stomped your foot again, walking into your living room and taking a peek behind your blinds. Marvin was watching TV in his living room like an old man. You smiled, despite yourself. There was nothing sexier than a man who was comfortable in his skin and in his own company.Â
You sucked your teeth and finally dialed his number. You were in booty shorts and an oversized T-shirt. Not completely sexy, but not bad either. You held the phone to your ear while you scurried to your bedroom.
You may not be powerful enough to torture him out of his pants, but maybe direct seduction would work. You thought over every conversation you had with Marvin, every little self-deprecating joke he uttered, and wondered if he thought you wouldnât be interested in him?Â
If he thought he was too old, too old-fashioned, or âoverstepping his boundsâ. Who the fuck even said something like that? Men who thought no one was interested in them. Poor baby. This was your last chance. If being direct didnât help, then he was either gay or still hung up on his ex-wife or simply didnât want you.Â
The phone rang a few times in your ear before Marvinâs rough voice picked up. âHey, whatâs going on?âÂ
âIâm sorry to bug,â you started and Marvin chuckled.Â
âDidnât I say you never bug?â He asked.Â
âYes, butâŚâ
âNo buts. What do you need?â He asked.
Was he aware of how hot he was? Did none of the women in his life give him a fucking clue? Four little words out of his mouth, in his sinful deep voice, was enough to make you moan. Was he that blind?Â
You sucked your teeth and groaned. âMy shower isnât working. And feel free to say no! Itâs justâŚâ You paused to look through your lingerie. You didnât want anything too revealing, like this was all a set up. But you wanted something that showed you meant business. None of what you owned fit the bill. You were used to younger guys. You wanted to get in, run their hands over your teddies or panties, and then get down to fucking. No foreplay. No talking.Â
âJust what?â Marvin asked. Was it your imagination or did his voice get rougher?Â
âItâs just, I get a little crazy about my showers. It relaxes me. Calms me down. I canât live without taking a nice, long, hot, relaxing bath or shower,â you said. You shimmied out of your shorts and went to remove your oversized Tupac shirt when it dawned on youâŚyou didnât need anything fancy with Marvin. The point of direct seduction was to be direct.Â
Marvin chuckled softly. âSay no more, sweetheart. Iâll be right over with my tools,â he said. You said goodbye, but your pussy throbbed with his endearing words to you. Heâd never called you such a thing before. You stood in your bedroom, momentarily dazed. You wanted to be his sweetheart. So damn badly you could taste it.Â
The doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. Shit. Shit. You picked up your shorts off of the floor and threw them in the laundry basket, along with the clothes from the famous chair. You pushed it into your closet and then hurriedly walked to the front door, eyeing your surroundings.
Not the best, but luckily, you hadnât left too much chaos in your wake getting ready this past week or moping today. You opened the door, grinning at Marvin. His eyes dropped to your legs for a moment before he looked back at you, smiling.Â
You opened the door further, waving him inside. He stepped in, head on a swivel. You wondered if he had a military background. Safe inside, you closed and locked the door. âThank you for coming over. You sure you werenât busy?â You asked.
Marvin shook his head. âIâm an old man. All I do is my job and go home. I must seem pretty boring, huh?â He asked.
You shook your head. Feeling nervous all of a sudden. Youâve seduced men before. It was a thrill every time. But this felt different with Marvin. Felt different because he meant more to you than any of those other flings. You wanted to please him. It shouldnât be a radical concept but it was.Â
âYou are the opposite of boring, Marvin. In fact, I think youâre pretty special,â you said.
Marvin laughed and shrugged his shoulders, walking deeper into your home. The kitchen was just in front and you prayed that he wasnât looking at your dirty dishes. It wasnât a lot, but it was enough to make you cringe.Â
âIâm surprised youâre home on a Saturday night. Why arenât you out on a date?â He asked.
You didnât answer, forcing him to turn around to you. You were still leaning against the door, your head tilted towards him. âI havenât found what I wanted,â you said.Â
No games. No tricks. No attitude. You walked towards Marvin, okay sauntered, and when you got within his personal space, you looked at him. You locked eyes as you grabbed the toolbox out of his hands. You placed it on the nearest end table, taking his hands and leading him to the back of the couch.Â
âWhat do you want?â He asked, eyebrow lifted, a scowl on his face. Did he really not have a clue? No idea of what you were feeling? This whole time, you thought you were a neon sign. Professing how much you wanted to fuck him. How badly you wanted to be wrapped in his arms. Underneath him. Welcoming him into your body.Â
He wore another music shirt, N.W.A splattered across his chest. Gold chain gleaming in your warm lighting. Dark sweats. Dark shoes. He looked good enough to lick on. What a great idea, actually.Â
âYou. I want you,â you said. You stared into his eyes, sinking slowly to your knees.Â
âWhat are you doing, sweetheart?â He asked. He tried to bend down, hands flying to your arms to lift you. You resisted, hands moving to his pants.Â
âIâm telling you that Iâm crazy about you and that I found a great way to thank you,â you said.
âThank me?âÂ
âYup. Thank you for welcoming me to the neighborhood, being sweet to me on my worst day, and becoming the best thing about my day, talking to you,â you said.Â
Marvin relaxed against the back of your couch. âYou donât have to thank me for that,â he said.
âI know. I want to. Please, Marvin? Youâd be doing me a favor,â you said.Â
Marvin rested his hands on the back of the couch, so you began to tug his pants down. He wore nothing underneath, his thick dick bobbing up and down once freed. He was huge and growing by the second, as he stood at attention.Â
âWhat kind of favor?â He asked. He sounded less unsure and more amused. So you leaned forward and kissed the tip of his dick.Â
âI cannot scratch this really particular itch I have. Iâve tried ignoring it, Iâve tried pleasing myself. And nothing worked. Not even picturing you using my vibrator on me,â you pouted, licking his tip.Â
âDonât tell me that,â Marvin groaned.Â
âDonât tell you what? That I masterbate? Or I do it with your name on my lips?â You asked.
Marvin groaned and tapped the back of your couch. âI didnât think youâd want this from me. That dress the other day made me want to drag you back inside the house,â he said.
You chuckled, pussy clenching at his confession. So he did like you! Really liked you!Â
You gripped his dick, moving your hands softly up and down since he wasnât properly lubed up yet. He groaned, looking down at you.Â
âI wanted you to,â you said.Â
Marvin chuckled. âIâve wanted you since I saw you crying outside your house. I wanted to do anything to make you smile,â he said.
You sighed and rested your forehead against his thigh. âDonât tell me that. Donât be cute right now,â you said.Â
Marvin laughed again and his dick bounced. You looked up at him. âIâve pictured you on your knees too. Felt like a pervert, stroking to the pics youâve sent me,â he said, referring to the innocent selfies you sent him, trying to cajole a few out of him. Something to keep you going in between spouts of seeing him.Â
âYouâve jerked off to me?â You asked.Â
Marvin nodded. âDid you intentionally masterbate in front of your bedroom window for me?â He asked.
Your thighs tingled. He had been watching! The confirmation of it made you clench even more, wanting so desperately to rush this. To speed things along. To pounce on him and not come up for air.Â
You nodded. âI hoped you were watching,â you confessed.
Marvin smirked. âIs that right?â He asked.
You nodded and went back to nuzzling his dick. The sweet musk of him. He kept the hair here nice and trimmed, just like the rest of him. You were a little intimidated by it, but you were willing to try.Â
You opened your mouth and suckled the head. Marvin groaned, his hand flying to your hair but then backing away. You chuckled. âYou can play with my hair,â you told him.
Marvinâs hand went back to your hair, scratching lightly. Your eyes rolled and you went back to suckling him down further. Damn. No oneâs ever done that for you before. It activated your demon brain, taking off the kid gloves.Â
You sucked him down in one fell swoop. Marvin moaned, grabbing your hair and yanking painfully. You kept going, slobbering on his dick. Playing with his dick. Toying with it. Unleashing all that pent up horniness, disgusting daydreams, and filthy fantasies your mind had cooked up over the past few months.Â
âOh fuck, fuck, fuck,â Marvin moaned. He gripped your hair tighter and you moaned, panties getting wetter by the second. You planned to ease him into this. Get used to the idea that you wanted him worse than an addict wanted a drink. Then you would ease him into your filthy mind. The way you turned into an absolute horn dog when you wanted someone.Â
You didnât know what it was. Only that once you were locked in to someone, you burned bright and fast. You were into it all. Being dominated, being controlled, being at the mercy of someone else. It didnât always work out well. Some men were just too weak to fit the bill.Â
But you needed to put it on Marvin. Needed him to know how serious you were. How this wasnât casual to you. And you hoped it wasnât for him. Because he was already sending hella signals that he was into you, that this wasnât small. And you feared that once you got a taste, you wouldnât be able to stop. Would cross oceans of time to get back to him and his glorious dick.
Your slobber dripped down your chin as you spat on it and then sucked him back down. The chorus of curses raining out of Marvinâs mouth was like music to your ears. The subtle praise was successfully turning your mind to mush.Â
âFuck, Iâm âbout to bust, sweetheart,â he groaned.
You renewed your efforts, gripping onto his thighs and sucking him down as far back as he would go. You slowly withdrew his dick from your mouth, feeling every vein and the edge of his mushroom head. Fresh precum leaked into your mouth and then you swallowed him all again.Â
âShit,â Marvin said. âSo fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth,â he moaned.Â
You moaned around his dick, looking up at him and repeating your efforts. Getting faster and faster until Marvin gripped your head on either side and moaned. Cum pulsed into your mouth and you drank greedily. His dick throbbed, more leaking out. You suckled that down too.Â
âOh shit, oh shit,â Marvin groaned. You slowly withdrew him with a pop and licked the corners of your mouth.Â
Marvin was sweating and his chest was heaving with his breaths. He stared at you like you were otherworldly. Something conjured from his mind and made flesh. You loved that look in his eye. You grinned and nuzzled his balls. His slick dick smeared across your face, but that was okay. You couldnât stop touching him, being near him, pleasuring him.Â
âStand up,â he commanded. You used his thighs for support as you stood up and shook out your aching legs. Your focus had been on making him cum in your mouth so you ignored your bodyâs protests. Now that you were back to the land of the living, your check engine lights came on.Â
Your feet burned with static as feeling returned, your knees groaning, and your thighs slightly shook. You used the end of your shirt to clean off the rest of your mouth, the saliva and cum you didnât get to.Â
Marvin grabbed you by the elbow and shoved you down the hallway. You giggled from the way he manhandled you. He tossed you onto the bed and then went to work taking off his shoes and clothes. Fully naked before you, you sat up on your elbows to take in the full view of him.
Fuck, he was perfect. His body was thick in all the right places. Round belly but there was muscle underneath, arms big enough to crush melons, thick waist, and big sexy thighs. His sexy brown skin only seemed to shine brighter in your room. No shadows to hide behind, he was hands down the finest man youâd ever seen naked.Â
Marvin grinned at you and pushed your shirt up to expose your panties. He pinned your legs apart, staring at your clad center. He got to his knees, pulling your leg over his shoulder. âAll this time? Youâve been teasing me on purpose?â He asked.Â
He pressed a thumb against your pussy and you moaned. The sensation was too much to your oversensitive clit. You squirmed on the bed and all he did was press a thumb there. Either you were just that horny, or you were that horny for Marvin. âY-Yes,â you moaned, when he pressed his thumb in again.Â
âAll the dresses, the dates, the intentional innuendos. You wanted me jealous, didnât you?â He asked. He moved his thumb all around your pussy. Down the seam, down the sides of your panties, towards your entrance.
Your breathing increased, heart jumping in your chest. You were thoroughly turned on. Thoroughly ejected from your brain and into fantasyland. âYes,â you moaned. You needed more. You needed him to move your panties to the side.Â
âPlease, Marvin,â you begged.
Marvin pushed his nose into your pussy and took a deep breath. âSuch a brat. Why should I reward you for being so bad?â He asked. His thumb pushed past the seam of your panties, pressing into the sides of your pussy and you moaned, pushing your hips down in an effort to get him where you wanted him.Â
âIâve been good, I swear,â you said.Â
âYou let those other men touch you?â He asked. His warm breath fanned across your sweat-slick thighs.Â
You never went on any dates and you wondered if you should fess up to that. However, there was a feral, animalistic glint in his eye that was turning you on even more. âA little, there was some kissing,â you said instead of the truth.Â
Marvin closed his eyes, jaw flexed, and then used his free hand to wipe his face. âWhat else did you let them do?â He asked.Â
His thumb played with the seam of your pussy but he didnât push in further. Your essence pooled out of you, enough to let him slide without issue. But you needed him to touch your pussy. To stick a finger in, something. He was being so mean. And god, you fucking loved it.Â
âThatâs it, I swear,â you said. Marvin looked at you, his eyes intense. You nodded. âI swear.âÂ
Marvin removed his thumb, pressing it to his lips and suckling on your slick. You watched his eyes close, a low hum escaping him. He leaned up and then moved your panties to the side, tongue darting out to lick up from your pussy to your clit.
âOh shit!â You screamed. His tongue flicked your swollen clit, causing some type of vibration that made your eyes cross.Â
âNo one else touches whatâs mine, understand?â He asked.
âWhatâs yours?â You asked. Marvin bit the inside of your thigh and you cried out.Â
âNo one else touches whatâs mine. Including you,â he said. He backed up his words with his tongue and lips, zeroing in on your clit and suckling hard.Â
You back bowed off of the bed, but you had no room to move. Marvin had you completely trapped and under his mercy. He licked and sucked, making out with your pussy or feasting on an entire meal. You grew wetter from fresh slick and his spit, suckling on you messy and loud. It was lewd, listening to how wet he made you. How turned on he made you.Â
âOh, fuck, Marvin,â you groaned.Â
Marvin hummed greedily, still eating you out. He focused on your clit, bringing his hand up to dip into your weeping hole. His hand slipped in easily, messily. You clenched around his finger and moaned.Â
Marvin added a second finger, testing how much you could take. Itâd been a minute but Black Noirâs dildo was oversized, playing up the stereotype. You were over Vaught for that, but shit, it was the only one close enough to satisfy your sexual appetite. So with two of Marvinâs fingers down to the knuckle, it wasnât the biggest youâd ever taken. Still.
He knew how to explore with those fingers. Moving them in all kinds of different directions. Your moans and groans changed depending on what he was doing. And fuck if that wasnât the point. He found exactly what got you going, what got you whimpering and clutching onto him, and your nails digging into his scalp.Â
Marvin moaned into your pussy, flicking his tongue across your clit. âIâll prove that Iâm the only man you need,â he said. He went back to suckling and then switched up again, rubbing his fingers against a tiny nub inside you. You exploded. Shattered. Broken into tiny, jagged pieces that scraped your vocal chords as you screamed out your release.Â
Marvin continued to eat you out, and rub against that nub. You went from one powerful orgasm to the next. Your leg shook on top of his shoulder. You made all kinds of unholy, unhinged sounds as you flopped on your bed.Â
You whimpered as you came down from the second one. Your bed was soaked beneath you. An entire puddle. âYou made a beautiful mess, sweetheart,â Marvin said, sounding awed. Sounding reverent.Â
Your pussy clenched at his praise. Like that was all he wanted and you granted it to him. You whimpered again, shaking with aftershocks of your orgasm. You thought you were good at sex. You thought you knew how to put it down. Marvin was insane. He was in another league and it was making you feel a little insecure.Â
But then Marvin started kissing your thighs as he stood up. He helped removed your panties and then yanked you up by the shirt. You giggled as you fought with the big shirt, wishing you had opted to wear something easier to remove. Marvin giggled too, breaking the intense persona he adopted.
Freed, cold but welcome air hit your hardened nipples. Marvin kissed all over your big belly, all over your rolls, dips, and hips. He moaned after every kiss, like each new space was more delicious than the last.Â
âFuck, you make me feel so good, Marvin. So fuckinâ good,â you panted. You were out of breath. Overheated. He made you feel like you could walk barefoot on the sun and not get get burnt.Â
Marvin groaned, kissing up to your chest. He took his time, suckling one nipple into his mouth and then turning his attention to the other. Your knees snapped to his waist, holding him in. Your pussy began throbbing again in record time.Â
âFuck,â you moaned.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful, sweetheart. Can you give me one more? Can you make another mess for me?â He asked, kissing each question into your chest.Â
You shook your head. Hell naw you couldnât give him one more. Was he crazy? Another one? He wanted another one after that previous explosion? You wouldnât survive it.Â
âWhereâs your toy?â He asked.
âWhat?â You asked, fresh dread making your heart sink.Â
Marvin got up from the bed and went to your nightstand, opening it and finding his prize. He chuckled, flipping it around while he found the on switch. The dildo started vibrating and he looked from it to you.
âThis what you into, huh?â He asked.
You giggled and shook your head. âI know theyâre trash but they sure know their client base,â you said.Â
Marvin nodded and stepped close to you. And yes, his dick was bigger. Of course it was bigger than the toy. You were out of your league in more ways than one, but heâd been nothing but gentle with you, even while he was doing his own brand of torture.Â
He brought the dildo to your clit. You began to moan, pushing against the toy. It was on the lowest setting but it was like heaven against you. You were too sensitive as it was. Marvin played with your essence and the toy, swirling the tip around your clit.
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â he said. âYou donât know how many mornings I woke up, humping the shit out of my bed, trying to hold onto my dreams,â he said.Â
Oh shit. Marvinâs words went straight to your heart. Why did he have to be soâŚ.him? So open, so caring, so filthy? You were going to collapse from it all.Â
âMarvin, please,â you whined. Your voice shook. Body so warm and sweaty, mind gone. He broke you down in more ways than one and you once again marveled at him.Â
âIs this what you do when you masterbate? Tease yourself? I bet you do,â he cooed at you. He turned up the vibrator, the vibrations more intense and making your teeth chatter. Your toes curled, trying to stave off another orgasm. You werenât joking. You were really going to collapse from this one.Â
âHey, look at me sweetheart,â he said. Your eyes turned to his and he smiled. âYouâre okay. You can let that shit go. I know you like to tease yourself. Play with yourself. âCause you know exactly what turns you on, huh?â He asked.
You nodded, staring into his eyes. You were struggling to breathe but it grew easier focusing on him and not the fact that you were getting ready to combust. âAnd I canât wait to get to know every spot, every moan, everything that makes your eyes roll,â he continued.
âOh, shit, Marvin, Marvin,â you said, words rising with your panic. You were just there, just at the precipice. Your nails dug into his arm but he showed no indication that it hurt him. He was indestructible. Your hero, your savior.Â
Marvin leaned in, arm flexing with supporting his weight on the bed. He suckled a nipple back into his mouth, teasing it, rolling it between his teeth. The bite of pain sent a ripple down to your pussy and you throbbed.Â
âYouâre a brat but you know when to give in, donât you? Thereâs only so long you can tease yourself before you get greedy, huh? âCause your spoiled ass always gets what she wants. Go on and let that shit go,â he cooed.
Marvin turned the setting up to its highest setting, pressing it firmly against your clit. You came immediately. Black spots winking in and out of your vision. You broke down, atom by atom, bit by bit, conceptual thought by abstract thought, and there was only you, him, and the intense pleasure he wrought out of your body. You screamed to the ceiling, screamed to heavens, screamed to anyone who was near enough to hear that you were cumming and cumming hard enough to see stars.Â
Marvin distantly moved around you, doing something. You werenât sure what. You were starting to calm down, feeling the fresh pool of wetness leak out of you. âFuuck, youâre soaked, sweetheart,â he said.
He came back into your field of vision, lining himself up. Oh, he went and grabbed a condom. What a beautiful man. You pushed against his chest, arm too weak to really stop him. âSlow, baby, please,â you huffed.Â
Marvin chuckled and pushed against your hand. âYouâve already taken everything so well, sweetheart,â he said and kissed your forehead.Â
Your mind emptied out with a feral moan and Marvin pushed into your warm pussy. He groaned as he made contact. âFuck, youâre good and wet baby. Look at that, slid right in. âCause you take everything so well. So fuckinâ beautiful. So fuckinâ perfect,â he moaned.Â
The praise was snatching your soul. Marvin grunted with every slip and slide of him inside you. Your legs locked around his waist, some primal muscle memory locking him in. Trapping him in. Keeping him connected to you while he fucked you.
You gripped onto his shoulders, scratching him. He groaned and began fucking you harder. His big, meaty palms grabbed your hips and slammed you into his dick. He was so big. He stretched you to your limit. But all the preparation made sense to you now. There was no way you could take him unless you were properly wet.Â
Wouldnât be a problem with him but you made a mental note to buy some lube. Possibly two bottles because you couldnât imagine having this much patience again. Youâd want to climb on top of him any chance you got.Â
âFuck, Marvin! Youâre so big!â You screamed. And this time, you werenât trying to hurry the man along. You were dead serious, praising him for what God and genetics blessed him with. Your ass smacked on his thighs, dick burrowing deep inside.Â
âFuck you feel good taking this dick,â he moaned. One of his hands moved to pinch a nipple. He held on while he fucked you hard, headboard clapping against your wall.Â
âShit!â You screamed, once again creaming on his dick. You hadnât even felt this one coming. It snuck up on you, robbing you of breath and thought.Â
Marvin groaned, slammed in a few more times, before shooting into the condom. You felt his dick pulse with each shot of cum and you moaned, clutching his body to you. He slowed down, breathing heavy in your ear. His sweaty body felt cold on yours and yet the heat of him was enough to scald.Â
He stood up, slowly withdrawing from you. You groaned as he worked himself out. You rolled to one elbow, huffing with the effort. A thick wad of cum was at the tip of the condom. Marvin smiled at you. It was devastating. It broke your heart.Â
You were lost in it completely as he took the condom off and disappeared to your bathroom. You heard water running and then he was back with a washcloth, cleaning up between your legs.
You felt so cherished and taken care of. Where had he been all your life? Moving next to him was the single greatest idea youâd ever had. Fuck every doubt, every regret, every night you spent wondering if this was the right move. Marvin just proved it was.
After cleaning you up, he got rid of the rag and then helped you stand up. He stripped your bed, and then found new sheets in the cabinet you told him about. In record time, he put new sheets on and then was pulling you back down, embracing you from behind.
You snuggled into his warmth, yawning, feeling safe and warm and madly in love. He was never escaping you. Never getting rid of you. Dick could absolutely change a womanâs tune, got damn.Â
âI got one more question before you fall asleep, sweetheart,â he said and kissed behind your ear.
âHmm?â You asked, no energy for anything. You were falling asleep fast.
âDid your shower really go out?â He asked.
âUh-huh,â you agreed and then you were fast asleep to the sound of Marvinâs chuckles.
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Dude, Absolutely write more about Steve and his 200 year old boyfriend. I wanna see into their life together more. Does Y/N become part of the avengers? Whatâs an average day for the two of them? What do the other Avengers think of them together? Has Steve ever called Y/N daddy out in public or in earshot of the other Avengers on accident? How inseparable are they? Anything you can come up with Iâll love man. Your writings so damn good!
Steve Rogers x Male reader
Headcanons
I was honestly so in love with the kinktober prompt with Steve and his 200-year-old lover, so I got excited when I got this request. Letâs say his hero name is Titan, just to have some old school sounding name.
The morning after your reunion, the two of you just laid in Steves bed, basking in each otherâs presence and the fact that you were both alive.
After many kisses, from pecks to deep tongue filled kisses, and after a few rounds of Steve riding you again, as he was so taken with the fact that he finally could, you two finally talked.
You explained to him how you were a mutant, and how sorry you were for never telling him, how it had never crossed your mind to do so. And he apologized for throwing his life away like that, and leaving you the way he did.
Over the next couple of weeks, you stay in his apartment, even when Steve goes out to do avenger work or do stuff for SHIELD. He is always so tense when he walks in through the door, but he quickly finds you and crawls into your lap with a sighed âDaddyâ, as if your presence alone is enough to calm him.
During this time, you introduce him to the future better than anyone else is able too, even rewarding him for being such a good student, just for the fun of it. You also end up telling him not to trust SHIELD, as youâve seen who is involved with it, and what they do.
The Avengers team just assume Steve is uncomfortable with the future, and thatâs why heâs always rushing home after missions or meetings, but in reality its to get home to you. When days are too rough, all he needs is you to squeeze him so tight his vision starts blurring and heâs left lightheaded.
He needs his daddy to take him out of his head, to take away his duty as Captain America, and just let him be your boy. Being with you is refreshing in the way that you always see him as Steve before you see him as Captain America, youâll always see him as your boy before anything else.
The avengers first discover your existence during the attack on New York, as there is no way in hell youâll allow your boy to run around on his own, especially not when you have more than a hundred years of experience than any of the members of the Avengers.
So, imagine their surprise when you come crashing in on your motorcycle, throw it right at a cluster of enemies, and immediately start tearing through the enemies with extreme skill.
I havenât decided if you have any powers except for extreme strength, regeneration, no aging, the likes. But if you want, you can imagine the reader having any powers you want.
When everything is done and over with, the team, except for Steve, tenses when you start marching towards them. Seeing how you ripped apart the aliens with as much difficulty as one would a sheet of paper, they are on edge.
That is until you walk right past Tony, right past Natasha, right past all of them, walking right towards Steve. Whose face you take in your hands and start turning him this way and that, checking him over for injuries.
Theyâre all speechless to a certain degree, some more than others, especially when they see Steve start smiling and blushing like some kind of fair maiden.
Tony pulls a whole âare you guys also seeing thisâ, especially when you kiss Steve out of nowhere, and Steve almost arches into it, forgetting his shield somewhere on the ground to clutch onto you like a couple in an action movie.
Tony ends up being the one clearing his throat and being all âsoooo⌠you gonna introduce us?â to get Steve and your attention.
Steve almost ends up introducing you as his Daddy, but he catches himself the last second and introduces you as his lover from before the war. When they want to know how youâre still alive, you just shrug and say youâre a mutant and you go by Titan.
After that you just kinda start hanging around the tower, but you arenât an official part of the team. You donât want to work for SHIELD, and you donât want to work for the government. youâre also technically an honorary member of the X-men, a role you take seriously.
You end up getting along pretty well with the rest of the team, as you can take an interest in at least some of the things they are all into. You especially get along well with Tony, when you tell him you knew his father, and that he was a huge tool.
Seeing Steve with a man means that most of them need to change up the mental image they had of Steve, but seeing how happy and domestic you guys are, itâs clear itâs been a long-lasting relationship that just wasnât in the history books.
If you guys end up rescuing Bucky and fixing him up without the whole civil war situation, you all end up just kinda living at the tower. You have your own apartment in Brooklyn, but its mainly for storage or if you and Steve need to go somewhere without anyone with super hearing nearby.
In the end its Bucky that exposes you guys for your title thing, as Steve has been too embarrassed to do it out in public the way you guys used too, and you respect his wants and needs.
Itâs said in a very casual conversation too. Something along the lines of Bucky asking Steve âso, whereâs was your daddy going this week anyway?â after you left to help the X-men. It causes a laugh from some of your teammates, as they think itâs a joke, until they see the blush on Steves face.
Theyâd think itâs just a kink for the bedroom in the beginning, until they start paying attention and hearing Steve mumble it to you when he needs comfort or reassurance. Thatâs when they learn its much more than just a kink.
Itâs a way for Steve to give up all the pressure and responsibilities he feels in his life, for him to feel small and protected, to feel cared for, no matter what mistakes he may make. Its also there to reassure you that you are wanted and needed, that there is someone who loves you so deeply they want you to carry such a title to them.
Most of your team doesnât really get it, but most of them have probably also seen weirder in their lives. Steve is also still a very private person in that regard, so it doesnât call you that out in public, and you donât make him.
Steve does allow himself to be more affectionate and vulnerable with you when your teammates are around, since they to some degree know what kind of relationship you guys have.
Like sitting in your lap on the couch when the team has movie nights, or letting you serve him dinner, or leaning against your chest when you hug him from behind. Or the times he is unsure of what to do in certain situations, and he looks at you for guidance.
Bucky is the calmest about it, since he remembers it from the 40s, and he had been around when it all started out. He didnât have a title like you did, but he had seen how much comfort it brought you two, so he never questioned it.
So, all in all, the team accepts it as a dynamic you two have that they donât really get involved with. Your knowledge helps them take down Hydra, and keeps lotsa the drama that happens in the movies from happening. Steves daddy didnât just save him, but a lot of his teammates and innocent lives. Yay for Steves daddy.
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My whole eyes bubbling in tears from the fic *sobs* HE DESERVED THAT HE REALLY NEEDS THAT đđđâŁđđđđâŁđđđđđđđđđTYSM
Tbh I watched a japanese wedding vlog but its diversity and its amazing heres the link đ the inspiration is just chef kiss* : video
title: the first day of the rest of our lives
pairing: fiance->husband!megumi x fiance->wife!reader
summary: you have a japanese-themed wedding with megumi.
note:tysmm for the prompt i love writing domestic things especially with megumi (âĽ_âĽ)also this video was soooo adorable omg.. i had to write something for our king <3
the day started with you two hand-in-hand walking down the streets to the train station, your luggage's rolling behind you.
he had a convinence store cream cake in one hand, and you had yours as you hurried around, nervous yet excited for what was to happen later. the morning dew and blooming flowers the only witness to the anxious affection you shared.
you arrived early to the wedding styling boutique, snapping a quick selfie of megumi before going off to do get your makeup and hair done. a gorgeous pristine white flower clip is laid in your hair. you looked breathtaking.
megumi chose to go simple, a traditional black kimono adorned him as he admired himself in the mirror.
you wore a wedding kimono, a seamstress behind helping you put on the multiple layers of clothes, finished off with pink accents. a white veil was put over your face, no others except for megumi were to see you until the end of the ceremony.
megumi thought you looked gorgeous, his heart thumping erratically as he looked over you. he helped you in the car as you two were taken to the venue.
you arrived at the shrine, taking gorgeous photos of yourself and megumi, paying respects to the most sacred place inside.
you underwent the marriage rituals, uniting your families, reciting your vows to the gods, and giving offerings to them.
you exchanged your rings, a stupid smile on megumi's face as you did so.
you witnessed and partook in the ancient dances and music, it served as another offering to the gods.
finally, you were able to have a lunch with megumi and his found family. enjoying a once in a lifetime meal that filled you, not only hunger wise but also emotionally.
megumi took you to an expensive hotel, just the two of you. you had your own private onsen, drinks and snack provided as you spent your first night as newlyweds admiring the view (of megumi).
you woke up with megumi, entangled together in the large bed layered with silk sheets. his hair was messier than usual, his eyes still closed as the morning light shined through to greet you.
the knock at the door startled him awake, you went to open it and accept the grand breakfast with gratitude.
you ate your first huge breakfast together, megumi still grumpy from sleep.
you spread whipped cream on his nose, making him scrunch his face up in mock annoyance. as your laughs ringed across the room, he was happy to know that these great days were what would fill the rest of his life.
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OK since requests are open I thought I might as well do another ask with once again Lucifer and Lilith soooo
I ask for Lucifer x Lilith x a human reader, and uhm, maybe when Lucifer and Lilith are out for some reason. Reader gets attacked at the castle? Smthn like that but im mainly asking for maybe some type of one-shot or hcs idk with a human reader that gets hurt badly when lucifer and lilith aren't there and their reaction to such ig.
Otherwise, if you wish to not write this please tell me
And yes, Luci icon twins^^
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Lucifer X Reader X Lilith [Romantic]
In which they aren't there to protect you from bountyhunters, and you end up greatly injured. Reader is genderneutral.
Not many attacks are made on their residence for a reason
You need to be crazy powerful to survive Lucifer, let alone Lilith and the many well-trained servants in the estate
Whoever tried either died gruesomely or was never seen again, huge powerhouses of hell wiped out in an instant
Or two, if Lilith felt like teasing them
Today was not like any other because it was baby Charlie's tenth birthday!
A decade of life was worth a large celebration, and Charlie wanted many of the servants she grew up around to be there
Of course, you were going too! Charlie had always accepted you like a parent, which you were beyond grateful for, and you'd even gotten her something special
Only halfway out the door did you realize you'd forgotten it upstairs, so you excused yourself and told Lilith to go ahead
" I don't want anyone to see! Besides, I'll bring the cool car, and Charlie can ride back in it with me! "
You also enjoyed the idea of letting the birthday girl be with her birth parents for a bit
Only, as you grabbed the present and made your way back downstairs, you heard something shatter
There were still a few guards around the palace, but still, this was nothing good if they knew to attack while the Morningstars were out
Before you could call Lucifer, a shot rang out, your phone falling to the floor as you stared at your bleeding palm
Fuck, fuck, fuck that hurt-
Clutching the present, your attempt to duck was futile as another shot rang, hitting your opposite shoulder and sending you to the floor
The pain was severe, and you knew whyâthis was no normal gun; it had to have been an angel weapon
" It's just a stupid servant; stop wastin' bullets. "
" But look! They're holding somethin' real nice; it looks like a crown! "
Upon hearing them talk about the gift you got for Charlie, you began crawling away
Bang!
Another shot in the knee; your vision was starting to blur with tears
Before you could get away any further, you felt a kick to your side, which sent you into the wall
" Just grab it and go. Stupid royals are probably on their way already. "
One more kick, straight to your head, and you were out
...
...
. . .
" ...ke up! Wake up! "
Your head felt fucking terrible, and when you cracked open your eyes even a bit, the light was blinding
As you adjusted, you could hear Lucifer cheering and clapping, and you could make out Lilith on the side of the bed, hushing him with one hand over yours
You could tell you were in their bed, judging by the familiar scent and room, but you had no recollection of what was happening
" Before you ask, the bountyhunters have been dealt with, dear. They hurt you. "
Lilith's voice was calming as always, and she held up your hand to caress it between both of hers, hoping to soothe you
" Bountyhunters...? "
" Thats right, I sure showed them! I wasn't sure which one did it, so Lily and I gave them all special treatment! "
Lucifer seemed proud as he held up his arms as if flexing, but his grin was a little wobbly, and you could tell he was putting up a front
Things started to puzzle together, and that was when you lifted yourself up, holding your head
" Fuck. Poor Charlie, it was her birthday! "
" I'm sure she understands. We didn't want her to worry, so we let her stay at the party while we handled things. She's most worried about you. "
Lilith reached back and propped up the pillows so you could stay seated, making sure you were most comfortable while Lucifer paced
Looking down at the hand she caressed, you noticed it was entirely wrapped in bandages
" They weren't normal guns. "
" Yes, I'm afraid it won't heal very well. But we will make certain you get the best care. "
Standing up, Lilith grabbed Lucifer by the arm and pulled him towards the door
They wanted to make sure you could rest, and a servant entered quickly with a tray of food and a warm beverage
" Oh yes! I can't wait to finish them off. "
" Wait, they're alive? "
" Not for much longer, dear. Lucifer thought we should save the rest for after you woke up. "
" Well, make it extra rough for me. "
You won't have to worry about those who hurt you ever, ever again
Author's Note - I feel so iconic having the lucifer icon pre-episode release, we are a power duo!
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Kinktober Day 9 đ
đđĽđŽđŤđ (đŚđ¨đŤđ đđđĽđ¨đ° đđĄđ đđŽđ): He continued to rut his hips in and out of your mouth, grunting hotly âgod sound so fuckin-â he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you down further so youâd gag and choke around him âso fuckin hot chokinâ on me like that babyâ you pulled off, coughing into your arm and wiping your faceÂ
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤ'đŹ đđ¨đđ: Eeeee! It's day 9/31 of kinktober! I am queuing this in the drafts on 10/3 & I feel like i'm so behind! Aaaa! Trust and believe that I am writing as quick as I can though! Cooking up more fluffy smutty angsty goodness for the rest of the month! I hope you enjoy todays rendition of kinktober 2024 with our beloved short king Lip! :D BTW If you'd like to see my schedule/masterlist for this celebration click right đheređ; & if you'd like to also check out my masterlist for Promptober 2024 click right đŚheređŚ. & If you'd like to be added to the taglist for either celebration, comment on the according masterlist & I will add you! đđ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 1.0k+ đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ đđđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: Dirty talk, smut, M-oral (receiving), a little bit of degradation, pet names, no use of y/n! đđ˘đŻđ˘đđđŤ đđŤđđđ˘đđŹ: @/đđŽđżđŽđąđśđ¸đŽ-đ´đżđŽđ˝đľđśđ°đ & @/đđđżđŽđťđ´đ˛đżđ´đżđŽđ˝đľđśđ°đ
âLook aâyou mmm? Such a pretty thing with a mouth fullâa dickâ Lip purrs, scooping his thumb around your swollen slick bottom lip that was wrapped around his shaft, collecting a glob of saliva and sucking it off his thumb sensually.Â
He continued to rut his hips in and out of your mouth, grunting hotly âgod sound so fuckin-â he grabbed the back of your head, forcing you down further so youâd gag and choke around him âso fuckin hot chokinâ on me like that babyâ you pulled off, coughing into your arm and wiping your faceÂ
âYâbeinâ mean nowâ you smirked a bit, knowing damn well that you both enjoyed when Lip got a little mean with you.Â
âAwwww and when did you turn into such a little fuckin baby? Cut the act you love when I fuck you like a whore. Hands and kneesâ he ordered and you quickly got up, getting on your hands and knees on the springy mattress covered in navy jersey sheets.Â
âI didnât say I didnât like it why assume that?â You arched your back pretty for him, looking back with your cheek smushed to the mattress. He smirked, his hand coming down on your ass hard causing you to yelp in pain, which he soothed a bit by roughly grabbing your cheek and rubbing the flesh before spreading you open.Â
âOh you fuckin like itâ he spit on your already dripping hole, enjoying the way it ran over your folds and clit, causing you to clench around nothing. âSoooo fuckin eager fâmy cock mmm?â He lined himself up, thrusting in until your hips smashed together.Â
You buried your face in the mattress as it contorted in pleasure, crying out as he roughly grabbed your hips, using them as handles to fuck you back on his thick length. He grunted hotly, head falling back as he picked up his pace.Â
âJeeeesus fuckin Christ baby take my cock like you were made for itâ he breathes, fucking into you harder and you laid there nearly drooling onto his sheets, getting fucked absolutely brainless.Â
âGod fuckin look aâme. Look aâme while I fuckin wreck this pussyâ he let go of one of your hips to pull your hair into a ponytail in the grip of his fist, pulling you into a deeper arch so he could better see your face.Â
Your eyes were squeezed shut in bliss, jaw slack as you mewled and whine with each smack of his hips against the fat of your ass. Brows furrowed, panting so hard your tongue nearly fell out of your mouth like a puppy. You couldnât even feel them, but there were streaks of tears running down your cheeks that Lip began licking away.Â
âF-I fucking love youâ you manage out and he huffs a laugh against your cheek while his tongue laps a tear up to your cheekbone.Â
âWho dâyou belong to, who fuckin owns you?â He breathed against your temple, thrusting more upwards so with each stroke he would be rutting against your gspot. You sobbed in pleasure, back arching more into him and hips beginning to shiver. A whiny cry left your throat when the hand with a bruising grip on your hip momentarily released to spank your other cheek in a way that the harsh slap bounced off the walls.Â
âYou lip-fuck, lip-Lip Gallagher fucking owns meâ you sobbed, and he grunts hotly, letting go of your hair to resume the hold on your other hip and you practically melt into the bed, ass up face down.Â
âFuck- say that shit again- say it babyâ he bit his lip roughly, his hands sliding up the curve your waist and squeezing it greedily.Â
âLip fucking Gallagher owns meâ you said louder and he moans, sliding his hands under you to cup your breasts. He squeezes them, tugging at your nipples and rolling them between his fingers causing you to clench around him in a way that made his abs flex.Â
âJesus fucking Christâ he pulls you up so your back was flush to his chest, continuing to thumb at your nipples as he thrusts up âI own-this-fuckin-pussyâ he accentuates each word with a deep thrust. âI want everyone to fuckin know it baby, I want you to scream let everyone know how good I fuck this pussy mmm? How good I take care of my pretty thingsâ he purrs in your ear, his right hand coming up and wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off a bit of blood but not your supply of air.Â
âIâm-mmmh Iâm f-fucking cummingâ you stutter out, feeling that red hot coil settled in your pelvis about to snap. He groans in excitement, other hand sliding down your stomach, finding your throbbing nub and rubbing in tight firm circles, the action causing you to choke out a cry.Â
âWâas that pretty girl? Câmon- louder, I want everyone to knowâ he said in your ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down your spine.Â
âLip- fuck- fuck lip!â You cried, heat clenching and releasing around his cock in a way that made him bite harder on his bottom lip to keep from cumming.Â
âSay it- cmon fuckin say itâ he grunted, thrusting harder.Â
âIâm fucking cumming!â You shout, as much as you could with his hand still around your throat. Your head fell back on his shoulder as your hips quiver, fucking you through it and moaning into your hair when he felt you gush around him, dripping down over his balls.Â
âGod I fuckin love when I get you to fuckin cream all over me, shiiit im getting close-â he pants, pushing you down on the bed and holding a wrist pinned behind your back as he drills you into the mattress. With each thrust, the headboard taps more like slams into the wall and the mattress squeaks under your weight.Â
âWho else fucks you like this? Mmm? Tell me baby who else can slut you out like this?â He asked cockily, knowing the answer already but loving to have his ego stroked, especially by you.Â
âNo one- no one daddy, only youâ you cry into the mattress, gasping in pleasure when you feel his warmth fill your deepest parts.Â
âThaâs right. Fuckin own you, my fuckin girlâ.Â
Fin
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Hi I hope itâs ok if i request this you really donât have to do it. But a Xaden riorson fluff and angst where the reader gets really hurt but they are trying to help people so she hides it from Xaden and when he finds out heâs really mad at her but heâs really just scared of losing her and hates seeing her hurt with a happy ending. I hope this is ok and there is no pressure to do this I completely understand if you donât want to.
Healing Through Hurt
Pairing: Xaden Riorson x afab!Reader
Summary: On the battlefield in Resson Xaden learns that reader wasn't completely truthful about her powers.
Wc: 668
A/N: ok, soooo long time no write. This is basically a blurb, and I hope I did your vision justice. Also it's been a hot minute since I read fourth wing so idk how canon-accurate this is hehe....Comments, likes, and reposts are all appreciated. Enjoy!
The battle was chaos, vernin had been much harder to kill than anticipated. Yet there was only one thing on Xadens mind. His dark eyes swept the battlefield, searching for the one person he couldnât bear to lose - her. She was always in the thick of it, throwing herself into danger to help others, her heart too big for her own good. It was a trait he couldnât decide if he loved or hated about her, as of right now he hated it.Â
He had warned her to stay close, not to push herself too hard, but she had that stubbornness he couldnât quite break. Sheâd soared down on the back of her dragon, disappearing from his sight for too long. Thankfully the chaos had finally begun to settle, how much time had passed no one knew, but Xaden had to find her.Â
Xadenâs heart pounded in his chest as he scanned the smoke-filled horizon. When he finally spotted her, relief surged through him like lightning. She was kneeling beside an injured soldier, her hands glowing faintly as she channeled her gift. But something was wrong, very wrong. Her movements were sluggish, her face paler than it should have been. There was one thing she failed to mention about her gift - the pain she removed from the others was passed on to her. She felt every gash and wound as if it were her own, but her quick healing made the pain go by much faster.Â
He stormed over, eyes narrowing. âWhat the hell are you doing?â he growled, pulling her up to face him.Â
She flinched, guilt flashing across her face, but quickly masked it with a weak smile. âIâm fine, Xaden. Just helping.â
He didnât buy it for a second. His gaze dropped to her side, where a deep gash was seeping blood through her tunic. It all clicked in his head as he examined her, the wound he'd seen on the male was now exactly the one she tried to cover. She had been hiding it - too focused on helping others to care for herself. All the times she had healed others, Xaden amongst them made something twist inside him.Â
âFine? You call this fine?â Xaden snapped, his voice harsh with anger. His hands hovered over her wound, his jaw clenching. âYouâre bleeding out and you didnât think to tell me?â
She winced but tried to push past him. âI couldnât just leave them-â
âYou couldâve died!â His voice cracked, the anger giving way to something deeper. Fear. His chest tightened at the thought of losing her, the image of her lifeless on the battlefield haunting his mind. âWhy didnât you tell me?âÂ
Tears welled in her eyes, her facade finally breaking. âI didnât want to worry you.â
Xadenâs anger melted away as he pulled her close, his hands trembling as he cupped her face. âIâm already worried, every damn second Iâm not with you. You donât get to hide things like this from me.â
âIâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice barely audible as the adrenaline started to wear off, leaving her dizzy.
He exhaled slowly, pressing his forehead to hers. âDonât ever scare me like that again.â
Carefully, he wrapped his arm around her, supporting her weight as they made their way to safety. His touch was gentle, despite the rough edges of his fear. âYouâre too important to lose,â he murmured as they reached a quieter spot. âI need you. You donât have to carry everything alone.â his words were soft, only meant for her to hear in his moment of vulnerability.Â
She leaned into him, her body weak but her heart full. âI wonât. Not anymore.â
With a soft kiss to her temple, Xaden set her down gently, tending to her wound with hands that were much steadier now. âWeâre getting through this,â he promised, his voice quieter but no less firm. âTogether.â
And as the darkness of the battlefield faded into the distance, they both knew they would always have each other to hold on to.
Yay ty for reading XOXO ~
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acotar x reader: one day at a time
Tw for death:Â
Reader loses somebody and their friends are there to pick up the pieces. A lil sprinkle sprinkle of az x reader bc that's MY BABYYYY
Lotsssssss of acts of service within the group.Â
Also bc im a petty asshole i included a snippet of one of my racist aunts who said some wild shit to me at MY SISTERS FUNERAL and just basically dissing her. (literally why would you stare at my poc best friend who's just trying to support me. This bitch stared at MY GIRL?? MY BESTIE???? NUH UH NOT ON MY WATCH BITCH).Â
Said best friend was just like âsheâs never seen a brown person before marie it's fine.âÂ
NO ITS NOT. IDC IF THIS IS MY SISTERS FUNERAL WEâLL MAKE IT A DOUBLE FUNERAL.Â
I'm petty.Â
soooo this is born out of grief for my sister. My sister passed away on 03/11/21 and this is very much catered to my grief and these are my comfort characters so naturally i'm gonna write about them when it comes to helping their loved one grieve.Â
and yeah this is gonna be based around the reader's sister dying. what can i say. I'm on brand.Â
also reader is feyres childhood friend that got turned into a fae with nesta and elain. i feel like thatâs just the staple with my fics.Â
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When you got notified of your sister's death, it was actually a pretty good day up until that point. Sunny day with clouds, a wonderful brunch date with Mor, adorable children at the studio with Feyre. Afterwards, the two of you began walking back to Feyreâs, content on playing with Nyx for the evening before retiring to your own home. When you walked up, Feyre looked at you and told you about how the Inner Circle were having a meeting inside the office. So you two quickly joined them.Â
When you walked in, Rhysand held out a letter, âthis was a letter delivered to you.âÂ
You made a face and grabbed it, âokay, so why are you all staring at me like that?âÂ
âThis person walked into the Spring Court and dropped it on Tamlins doorstep.â Cassian said. âThey dropped it in the middle of night, just when he wasnât prowling like a creep.âÂ
âWhat the fuck?â You asked as you analyzed it.Â
No name but yours and a pisspoor address.Â
Lady Y/N L/N
Night Court
âWe didnât know if it was aâŚâ Azriel trailed off, realizing how silly what he was about to say was. âHence, why all of us are here.â
âWeâre also just nosey.â Mor shrugged, her nose wrinkling.Â
You snorted, and tore into it, âyou couldâve opened it.âÂ
âItâs your mail. We may be protective bastards but you still have a right to privacy.â Rhysand drawled.Â
Feyre stood next to you as you pulled out the paper, your eyes tracing over it.Â
âItâs from my dad.â You said recognizing his handwriting.Â
Then, it all went to shit.Â
Your big sister was dead, the woman you fought with a lot of the time but yet would take a beating for. Your big sister who helped guide you through life, who would always be there even if she was pissed off at you for some inane reason.
Gone.
You just froze, not knowing what to do. Youâre pretty sure Az asked you a question, then Cass, then Rhys. Then you felt Feyreâs hand on your shoulder.Â
I need to leave.Â
I need to go before I hurt someone.Â
You just wordlessly handed the letter to her and winnowed away.Â
You didnât go to your apartment, you didnât go to the townehouse, you didnât go anywhere they would find you.Â
You went to the middle of the forest. You just picked a random point to lose it.
And you did.Â
You didnât remember much of causing the damage. Only that you managed to stop when Azrielâs arms wrapped around you. You just kept screaming. âI know, I know. Itâs okay, itâs okay, Iâm here.â He said, his lips against your hair.Â
His shadows wrapped around your hands, cool wind kissing away the raging inferno of your cuts. You collapsed, taking Azriel to the ground.Â
He just held you as you sobbed. You felt his own tears hit your neck. He usually did a better job masking his emotions, but it was you crying, you who he had a deeper bond with. So he let his emotions run free.
âY/N!â Feyre called into your mind. Your shields were down and you didnât even notice.
âAz has me, iâm sorry I-âÂ
âDonât apologize. I wouldâve done worse if I found outâŚâ Her voice trailed off.Â
âIâm sorry I ran off.âÂ
âDo not apologize.â She said sternly, âAfter you and Az are done come back to the River House. You can sleep at our house tonight. Guest bed is currently being made up.âÂ
She left your mind before you could respond. You breathed in the smell of Az.Â
Azriel brought you back to Feyre and Rhysandâs home. Rhys had trouble with touch, but never with you. He brought you into his arms instantly. You tried not to let the tears surface again, but it was quite hard when a brotherly kiss was pressed against your head.Â
âWe got you, Y/N.â He whispered against the crown of your head.
Nuala and Cerridwen made you your favorite food. Which prompted you to start crying again. The twins looked so panicked that it almost made you laugh. Elain made your favorite cookies, which again kept the tears going.
âI donât know why Iâm crying over this.â You said helplessly, you managed to laugh during that.Â
Feyre and Elain hugged you from both sides.Â
You retired to the guest bedroom, you found a pile of fluffy blankets and your favorite candy. As well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers with Morâs handwriting scrawled on the note. Amren left you a bottle of your favorite wine too.Â
Eventually, after some more tears, there was a knock at your door. You called out for them to come in but saw Nyx.Â
The little guy was walking even more, speaking full sentences. Itâs insane to you that he grew so fast but it has been 5 years since he was born.Â
âGo on like we practiced.â You heard Feyre encourage from behind the door frame.Â
âHi, Auntie.â The little guy mumbled. Holding a glass of water. âI have something for you.âÂ
âYeah buddy?â You smiled despite the shitty day. Your nephew made everything better.Â
Rhysand walked in behind him, as did Feyre. Rhysand lifted him up onto the bed while Feyre handed you a cup of hot chocolate.Â
You were just glad Nyx wasnât holding the hot drink.Â
âHereâs some wata.â He said, his small hands handing you the glass.Â
âOh thank you.â You said earnestly and took a sip. You set it on the table. Then you laid back down and faced him. âJust what I needed.â You were genuine.Â
âAuntie, are you sad?â Both Feyre and Rhys froze at their sons question. Clearly, he was going off script.Â
You sniffed, âyeah, Nyxie. Iâm really sad.âÂ
âI love you.â His eyes were so big, so genuine. You were going to cry for a whole new reason.Â
âI love you more.âÂ
âNuh uh.â He said, as a typical toddler wanting to argue no matter what.Â
You huffed a laugh and opened your arms. âCome here.âÂ
He crawled into your arms with no hesitation. You were careful of his little baby wings as you held him close to you.Â
You loved this kid.Â
Feyre settled in behind you on the bed, Rhysand joined on the other side with his son.Â
They held you as you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, hoping to see your sister one last time.Â
ââââââââ
When it came to planning the funeral, you had to go out to your familyâs cottage to help. You said you could go alone, but frankly, good luck telling Nesta and the Valkyries to stay behind when one of their own is in pain.Â
So when you saddled up to your family with three warriors behind you, they were scared a bit to say the least.Â
Emerie held your hand during the funeral discussion as Nesta watched the director to make sure she wasnât insensitive to you. Gwyn stood guard behind you. They were protectors, they were not gonna leave one of their girls to deal with this alone.
Eventually, the funeral was planned. The rest of your chosen family came out and surprised you. You sent a notice to them of when the funeral was and told them they didnât need to come because you knew how busy they were.Â
When they showed up on your familyâs doorstep to surprise you, you started crying again.Â
ââ-
The day of the funeral, it was the entire inner circle crammed into the living room of the cottage of your mortal familyâs living space. Â
You felt bad cramming two males with wings into that small space, especially with so many other people. But Cassian and Azriel assured you that thereâs nowhere else they would be.Â
You slept sharing a flimsy mattress with Elain, since the other two sisters were with their mates. But Feyre and Rhys slept close. So did Nesta and Cassian. Both women facing your general direction.Â
Azriel did not sleep. He wanted to be there in case you woke up in tears again.Â
Amren slept sitting up against a wall, she wouldnât admit it but she wanted an eye on you. She only trusted hers.Â
Mor was curled on the other side of you. You were sandwiched between her and Elain.Â
Emerie and Gwyn slept down by your guysâ legs. Emerieâs head on Morâs thigh. Gwyn hugging Elain legs in her sleep.Â
Azriel chose not to mention what happened when your dad came downstairs in the middle of the night to check on you.Â
It was as if he wasnât sure if youâd really be there. He just lost one daughter, he didnât want to lose another.Â
He nodded at Azriel who nodded back. Assuring him that you werenât going anywhere. That you always had people watching out for you. Â
As everyone got ready, it was a somber moment. Elain did your hair, Mor did your makeup, Amren set out your jewelry and Feyre handled your clothes. They didnât want you doing anything.Â
Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie let your nephew and niece play with their swords. It was the one thing they seemed interested in so they let them do it.Â
Rhysand was currently trying to get your dad to accept a check from him and Feyre to pay for everything plus anything else your parents need during this time. Your father was refusing. Rhys spoke bluntly. âYour daughter is my family, please let me take care of her family.âÂ
Your dad didnât. But Rhys hid the check in your dads night table. He felt yucky going into their room but did it to make sure they got the check.Â
On the way to the funeral, Azriel had offered his arm for you to take, which you gratefully did. Rhysand got the door for you. Az led you in. The overprotective bat boys acted like your body guards, which you appreciated, however you couldnât help but giggle a little bit at it.Â
Nesta told you before the funeral to let her know if you wanted her to intervene to keep some relatives away.Â
One of your (racist) aunts kept telling you how youâre responsible for your sister's kids. Then when she saw Azriel, Cassian, Rhysand, Amren and Emerie, she just stared. Before you could intervene, Elain and Gwyn stood in front of them.Â
You almost wacked her so hard it was going to be a double funeral. You had prepared them before that some relatives were racist. They didnât give a rat's ass.Â
Oh and then everyone in your party including you were Fae. That also did not help.Â
Hence why you lived in Velaris, away from all the bigotry.
During the service, Feyre sat on one side of you, Amren on the other side. Feyre clutched your hand and Amren even held out her hand for you. She always had a soft spot for you. Morâs makeup didnât last long throughout the service which is why she did bare minimum on your face.Â
Afterwards, you left pretty soon after the service was done. You just had to leave the building. You guys went to a pub in your funeral attire. Azriel sat next to you and Nesta on the other side. Rhys refused to let you pay. But you knew he was trying to get you riled up. It was working.Â
He was incredibly happy to see the fire return to your eyes.Â
At that moment, with your family, you knew you were going to be okay.Â
Just have to take every day one step at a time.
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Hi! im in love with your Lucifer fics. You newest one has me gripped and i cant wait for the next part.
You got me brainstorming more Lucifer fics ideas
I was thinking of one where the reader has been helping/supporting Charlie at the Hotel and is almost like a mother/parental figure to her, and when Lucifer arrives he acts cold/mean no matter how much she tries to be polite. But then he warm up to her after see how much the reader really cares about Charlie and then he finally realises hes in love with her.
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Thank you! I literally could write about him for hours (kinda have already) and I really liked this prompt, so here's just a lil' something for ya, anon âĄ
Honey | Lucifer x Reader
No smut, just some cute fluff here-
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As soon as you arrived in Hell, your eyes were drawn to the drab-looking hotel just up the hill. And you flew to it like a moth to a TV screen. That being said, you've known Charlie and the other residents for as long as you've been dead. They've all seen you at your worst, having to be the unlucky few to explain your death. Although, Charlie's comfort really made the whole being dead thing much more palatable. During this time, while she's supported you, you've seen her through thick and thin as well. Pretty soon, you became an important part of her life, offering a more parental influence when she needed one. You didn't really die at an old age, but a lot went on in your lifetime to give you the maturity to comfort people that way and you were always happy to do it.
Considering your skill set, some of the residents went to you in the same fashion. A little task you took to, just to help out, was fixing up some articles of clothing for people. It was a great mindless task for you to do, considering Alastor wasn't a fan of having phones and TVs in the hotel. So you simply sat, humming a little tune as you fixed up something from Angel's wardrobe.
Your trance was broken, seeing a pair of slender legs in front of you. Following them up, you finally meet eyes with a nervous-looking Charlie. She's fidgeting with her fingers, still trying to find the courage to say whatever she came to you for.
"You need something, hun? You can talk to me, c'mere." With a sweet voice, you patted the cushion on the couch next to you and kept on working. She let out a heavy breath you didn't realize she was holding.
"Soooo... my dad is coming to visit and I - uh.." she still struggled to find her words. Considering you've barely been outside the hotel, you really didn't question how big of a deal Lucifer was. But to see Charlie getting flustered about a little visit from her own father did make you feel uneasy.
"I guess - I don't know, I'm just nervous, is all! It's not that big a deal, I mean, he's my dad, but also.. he's... my dad..?" You nodded your head.
"Seems like a big deal. He's the king of Hell, so it makes sense that you're nervous. Can I help with anything?" Acknowledging her feelings and making sure to keep your tone smooth, you finally set aside the mini skirt you were fixing up to face her.
"Oh! Um - I was wondering if you could bake something for everyone! Niffty's making cookies, but I think dad might enjoy something a little more.." You both thought back on the disturbing display of desserts Niffty had made for everyone in the past, it sent a chill down your spine. You nodded your head fast, taking a hold of her hands.
âYeah, I'd love to! I'll make sure it's something your dad would like, too! How's that sound?" You absolutely loved to bake, and doing it for other people always made it even better. There was some pressure on you, considering who you were catering to, but remembering that this is for Charlie, kept any nerves at bay. Charlie, who just happened to be shedding a tear or two of relief, gave you a hug that would've snapped you in two if it had gone on any longer. You were used to those at this point.
The day went by fast, Charlie preparing and stressing over little decisions for her dad's visit. You got the OK to bake an apple pie. A specialty you would make when you were alive, you went all out. You'd always make the dough from scratch, soak the apples in a homemade cinnamon butter, and somehow managed to spiffy it up to a commercial extent. You were batting off Pentious and Niffy as best you could until he arrived.
You saw a side of Charlie during that visit that you haven't really seen before. She was nervous, sure, but it was clear she felt so defeated. Each little quip on sinners being hopeless or how Charlie shouldn't even bother in this "whole redemption deal" made you understand her paranoia more and more.
As Charlie introduced each of the staff and residents, Lucifer got distracted by the still steaming pie sitting on the table in front of everyone. He definitely wasn't the only one whose mouth was watering just by staring at it, but he was the one who bit the bullet, taking the first piece.Â
"And this is -" a loud hum of satisfaction interrupted Charlie's introduction to Sir Pentious, who looked deflated at the change in topic.
"Charlie! Good golly - This is great!" With another bite and hum, you watched his eyes flutter shut for a moment. A little boost of confidence immediately making you giddy.
"Oh! Well, that's good! Because this is our other guest! She made it herself -" Charlie took a hold of your shoulders and dragged you to face Lucifer. You could feel the nervous tremble coming from her hands. You looked up at her for a moment and smiled, placing a hand over top of hers. It really did seem to calm her nerves. And for some reason, he didn't seem to like that.Â
"Well - I'll eat anything with apples since they're obviously my favorite. Itâs not that special." He tossed the half-finished plate back onto the table and wiped his hands clean. He ignored you.
"U-Uhm.. yeah, that's - that's everyone, I guess!" Charlie stammered, not expecting him to turn such a cold shoulder to you. He spent his time examining you. Considering he didn't even care enough to learn your name at that moment, he sure was taking his time looking you up and down.
"Well then!" He clasped his hands together after finally tearing his eyes off you. "How about a little tour?" He suggested, clearly not invested in the other sinners now. Charlie looked down at you and you nodded, starting to clean up some little things around you. It was a nervous habit you had, but it helped to keep your hands busy and your mind off the insulting interaction you just had to endure.
Charlie took Vaggie's hand and went on to give the tour. Once they were out of sight around the corner, you slumped your shoulders letting out a groan.
"Short king's givin' you the cold shoulder, huh?" Angel leaned on the back of the couch, crossing one leg over the other.
"Right? Okay, glad I'm not the only one who noticed that. Is something wrong with the pie..?" Looking over to Sir Pentious, who was licking the already empty pie tin clean, he quickly shook his head.
"Maybe's got a thing for ya." Angel teased, jabbing you with his elbow. You rolled your eyes, finally taking the pie tin from Pentious.
"He didn't even get my name, I'm sure that's not it. Whatever.. " you grumbled, taking any dishes you could to the kitchen to keep your mind from exploring that option.
The extermination day battle was here. You followed the armies who attacked the hoards of exorcists when they finally arrived. As the battle went on, you hated to admit it, you found yourself in awe watching Lucifer kick Adam's ass. The sight of his wings and the little V thing - and obviously his immense power, somehow managed to make you blush as you were attacking angels. Definitely a new sensation for you, with the bloodlust muddling your other senses, but it was easy to forget about it once the new hotel was renovated and everyone was finally settled in.
As everything went back to normal, you went back to helping Charlie with anything you could, drinking at the bar with everyone and generally things went back to the way they were. There was only one difference. Lucifer made the decision to stay at the hotel. It was commendable for sure, his change of heart to support Charlie through this change, but it only left you feeling conscious about everything you'd do when he was around. The underlying crush didn't help much. Or Angel's teasing about said crush.
You really did try, when you'd pass him the hallway, you'd always send him your most sincere smile. Or when you spotted him reading or working on anything, you'd try and spark any kind of conversation or ask if he needed help. He never needed help. He was always too busy to chat. You honestly couldn't remember a time he looked you in the eyes before. You bit your tongue. No need to worry Charlie, or anyone really, about some feud you possibly made up in your mind.
It was especially important to you to not stress Charlie right now. Starting the hotel back up was a big task alone, but the loss of Sir Pentious weighed on everyone. And Charlie took full blame for it. A late night, where she most likely stayed up to try and find any kind of hope for redemption, any speck of proof to bring sinners in, she found herself burnt out. Approaching the memorial for Pentious, you stood beside Charlie. You found her visiting it every now and then, and when you did, you knew she needed a check in. And you were right. Without a word, Charlie suddenly clung to you. She went on about how it was all her fault. How he was gone because of her. How nothing seems to be working and she's terrified that it's all for nothing.
It took a while for her to calm down, but you would never leave her like this. By now, the two of you had fallen to the ground, sitting on your knees.
"Charlie, you are doing your absolute best. It's okay to cry, you know that. Think of everything you've done for everyone else, I mean - Pen would've never sacrificed himself if it wasn't for his friends." You brushed a tear from her still wet and puffy eyes. "You did that. You gave him something worth dying for." It was a hard truth, but you hoped it was enough for her. She's done more for you than she'd ever know, and you'd do anything to give it back. You didn't realize, but before approaching Charlie, Lucifer was pacing a nearby corridor, battling the decision to go up to her himself. He hadn't said much to her since extermination day, and he had always been nervous about saying something wrong, making things worse. Before he had the chance to muster up the courage, you had swooped in. It confused him. He should've been jealous or hurt, that he wasn't able to calm her down himself. That you beat him to the punch. But he didn't really feel that way, no matter how much he tried to convince himself otherwise. Was it admiration? Sitting in the shadows until he assured Charlie was taken care of, he went back up to his workshop, flustered for a number of reasons.
There was one moment, where things started to look good. It was a regular night at the bar, you, Angel and Husk had gotten on the topic of your lives, looking at the positives which was a rarity. Charlie and Lucifer were nearby, Charlie enthralled in the discussions of what Earth was like.
"My homelife? It wasn't anything fancy, but.. um.. - oh I had a farm, actually! I ran it with my parents, it was.. nice." You hold onto your arms, a bittersweet smile on your face. With a light bulb going off in Charlie's head, she nudged you with her elbow.
"You didn't happen to have any birds or chickens or ducks - did you?" She hummed. She noticed the wedge between you and her dad, and it hurt her just as much as it hurt you. She's little miss "everyone should get along", of course, this hurt her. You didn't notice, but Lucifer peaked up at you for a split second before distracting himself by swaying the drink in his glass.
"Oh..? Oh! Yeah! Yes, actually! We raised a few ducklings that a neighbor gave us - we got them as eggs, so we got to see them grow up and everything!" Going on, telling a story about how you snuck one into your room to keep it as a pet, only to be scolded for it. You had the whole group in the palm of your hand. Including Lucifer. You met his eyes for just a moment, the twinkle in them immediately drawing you in. With a quick smile, he became flustered. He scoffed, pushing himself away from the bar and leaving. As much as that should've infuriated you, seeing those eyes and the growing redness across the apple of his cheeks felt like a win.
Since the hotel was newer, and word hadn't gotten out about Pentious's redemption yet, it was still vacant beside you, Angel, and occasionally Cherry Bomb. That gave the whole group a lot of time to enjoy the large space in the meantime.
Certain nights, Alastor would play the large, golden, piano that Lucifer had so generously created. This led to Charlie singing along to whatever he was playing, of course, and when Lucifer was in a good mood - or drunk - he would even pitch in. He'd sit atop the piano, his legs crossed, as he hiked the matching golden fiddle to his shoulder and played along. It was truly a sight to see. His skills were unmatched, but it still seemed to melt into the rest of the contributions. It was as if he invented the damn thing (He did).
This sort of became a tradition, when everyone was in a good mood and Alastor wasn't getting on Lucifer's nerves too much, everyone would join in, singing and dancing. It was rare, but Damn was it fun when it did happen. One of these nights, Alastor started off with a song that you knew, and had actually introduced to Charlie. She gasped as soon as she recognized the tune, pulling you close by both your hands to sing along. You had as good of a voice as anyone did, in a musical rendition of Hell, but you mainly stuck to harmonizing little things with Charlie. Swinging around with each other, until you were dizzy and laughing, you noticed that the room seemed a little empty.
Lucifer was seated where he usually was, on his phone. His fiddle was placed carefully at his side, and he was scrolling through his goddamn phone.Â
"Don't feel like joining us, Your Highness?" You kept to titles since it was obvious he wasn't warmed up to you just yet. Even after living with you for a month or so.
"Mm. Don't know the song. It's not my cup of tea, just can't seem to get into it." He says bluntly, never looking up to you.
âOh, come on! Just play along, itâs just for fun!â You slurred your words a bit, whatever you had been sipping throughout the night causing, what you would call, an outburst.
âHm! Well, Iâm not exactly here for your entertainment, am I? God forbid a sinner doesn't have fun in their eternal punishment.â The room went silent. You felt so defeated. You've been trying since the day you met him to try and at least get on good terms with him, but it seemed like he would even prefer a night with Alastor over you. Things like this never bugged you much, you tried so hard to not let it bug you, but when Charlie looked over to you, with those worried eyes, it was hard to keep back the bottled-up disappointment.
With a little sniffle and a quick wipe of your eyes with your sleeve, you start heading back up the newly decorated grand staircase, without a word to anyone.
"Heyyy - Dad..! I think you maybe.. might've... I don't know - hurt her feelings..? Would you wanna - " Charlie carefully approached her father, who immediately lit up and placed his device down when she spoke. "Could you talk to her? Maybe just check up on her..?" She was speaking barely above a whisper.
âYou have to apologize. Um.. sir.â Vaggie finally blurted out. His smile was nervous, his eye twitching a bit at the concept. Taking in a deep breath, he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a sad little laugh.
"Well, uh.. I don't know, Kiddo, maybe she's just tired." He muttered, obviously hesitant at the idea.
"Sounds like the king can't handle a little damsel in distress to me. Would you like me to comfort her, my dear?" Alastor was quick to chime in from the piano bench, offering a sympathetic smile to Charlie. Why did the concept of that make Luciferâs blood boil?
"Oh fuck you, bambi, I can handle it." With a quick hop off of the piano top, he almost stormed up the stairs to find you. Definitely not what Charlie was hoping to motivate him, but she wasn't an idiot. She knew Alastor had his reasoning for that. She mouthed a little thank you to him, once Lucifer turned his back.
You were ecstatic to learn that Charlie worked an extensive library into the hotel. Walking into its large double doors, you almost struggled to see the back of the room with how full it was. You had a little corner you claimed as your own, leaving one of your blankets draped on the little loveseat there, and setting aside a pile of books you were still working through. It was a great place to calm yourself down after what had just happened.
Hearing heels click against the tile, you wrapped yourself tighter in your blanket as you pulled your legs up to your chest.Â
"I'm fine Charlie, it's fine.. I just need a second, go back to the lobby." You shooed off the figure with one hand, wiping your face with the other.
"Ahha- Nope! Try again -" with a nervous chuckle, Lucifer greeted you with an awkward wave. Interrupting the silence by clearing his throat, he gestured to the seat next to you. With a quick nod, finally snapping out of your surprised state, you shifted your position to sit beside him. It wasn't exactly a two-person couch. Not for two people who might hate each other, at least. I mean it was a loveseat. He struggled to keep his distance, leaving your legs barely brushing together.
"Soooo.. you, uh- like.. reading..?" He asked after a long silence. You were mainly confused by his words, but simply nodded in response.
âYeah it's - I-I love it in here.. There wasnât anything like this on Earth, so this is nice." You managed to speak out, between sniffles. He agreed with a little hum, fidgeting with the ring on his finger.
âGlad you like it. It's uhh - just happens to be my personal collection.â He puffed out his chest, looking at his clawed nails with a little smirk on his face. He had no idea why he thought that would help, but it actually did a bit. when he looked your direction, you were slack-jawed in awe. The sight made him turn a bit red in the cheeks, quickly looking away, he patted the top of his legs to fill the silence.
âThat's really cool! I guess it makes sense - considering you're older than the dawn of time- but, still. Thank you, I suppose. For letting me - I mean - us use it.â You rambled on for a moment your words became quieter the more you gushed.
âIs that supposed to be an insult?â He asked between laughter. You made him laugh. You hoped he didn't see the sparkle in your eyes at the notion. You stalled, lost in thought, before quickly shaking your head.
The two of you sat there for a moment, the awkward silence sitting a little more comfortably than before. Finally, Lucifer let out a sigh of defeat.Â
"Itâs my fault, right?" He asked, already knowing the answer.
"Oh, uh.. I guess so, but.. I mean, I'm kind of drunk so it might be something with that - but I'm fine, I swear." You waved your hands in an attempt to soothe the serious discussion. But Lucifer knew better than anyone what someone holding their true intentions back looks like.
"You're really good for Charlie. I.. I wish I could take care of her. Like you do." He admitted. It surprised you for a moment. Was that why he's been so cold to you? Was there some form of jealousy in there? Or was he really concerned that you would replace him in some fashion?
"C'mon, you're just saying that to make me feel better. I saw you on extermination day, none of this would even be here without that little pep talk, youâve done more for her than you know, I think. Charlie.. she loves you." The words made him perk up a little. Maybe even a king needs reassurance sometimes.
"Oh- Um.. I guess she does, huh..?" You could hear his smile. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. You didn't even realize you had the smallest smile on your own face. But he did. With another nervous laugh, he hesitates before planting a hand on your leg, just above your knee. No time like the present, you suppose.
"Iâm sorry. I really am. For.. everything. You're actually amazing. I-I mean it.." Without a response from you yet, he lets his gentle touch linger a moment longer. You leaned in towards him, the smile on your face turning sly.
"Yeah? You think so? I almost thought you hated me." You were teasing him. He's been so cold to you this whole time, you just had to take advantage of the moment. He turns a bit red, covering his mouth with his free hand as he clears his throat into his fist.
"Of course I don't.." He muttered.
"Soo, would you say you like me?" You drew out your words, walking your fingers up his arm.
"W-What? How - " He clamped his hand over his mouth before desperately trying to rationalize his thoughts, " Of course I do! I just said you're great with Charlie and I -ahh.. I love Charlie, so I like - " He coughs up his words, " - I liked your pie, that you made! And you have a good voice, too, and your little duck story was cute, so - " God bless this man's tendency to overshare when he's nervous. The alcohol definitely gave you the little boost of confidence you needed to question him like this, but you would be lying if you said you didn't notice his reactions to you whenever you weren't paying attention. Or whenever he thought you weren't paying attention. It finally dawned on you that some of those glares might have had some other motivations.
You knew when to reel it in, but considering his hand was still on your leg, he moved it up a bit even, you assumed he was okay with the teasing. Maybe even enjoying it. Delicately drawing your fingers across his jaw, to his chin, you pulled his gaze to meet yours. You could feel his hand tense at every little touch.
"You have really nice eyes, Luci-" He audibly gulped, tugging at his bowtie. "Youâve been avoiding looking at me for months.. I wish you'd look at me more." You almost pouted, your fingers still lingering under his chin. With the slightest movement, he followed your hand towards your face. He took his hand off your thigh for a moment, only for you to take a hold of it and place it on your back. He was the one who pulled you closer at this point.
âY-you can't just say things like that.. itâs embarrassing..â He muttered, trying his best to not close the gap between your bodies.Â
âEmbarrassing? Iâm not embarrassed, your highness. Are you? Do I.. make you nervous? Hmm?â You placed your hands just above his knees, leaning closer through your chest. Sucking in his lips, he did his best to stay silent, knowing heâd dig his own grave no matter how he answered.
âI just think youâre so pretty, Luci, I can't help myself.�� Before he could properly react, you leaned in close enough for him to feel your breath against his ear. Damn, what did you drink? You could feel his hand on your back clenching, either to bring you closer or just out of sheer nerves. With a little hum against his ear, he let out the quietest whimper. It apparently took both of you by surprise, you leaned back to get a look at his face with wide eyes. Meeting his eyes this time sent you both into a blushing, nervous state.
With a deep breath, you cupped his face after brushing some of his golden locks back into place, then gave him the lightest kiss on his lips. You didn't even linger long enough for him to return it, and he was clearly distraught by it. You unwrapped yourself from your blanket, giving a dumbstruck Lucifer another quick peck on his forehead, before standing.
âIâm going back downstairs. Take your time, Hun!â You called out so sweetly as if you hadn't just left him a heated mess.Â
Finally returning to the lobby, you walked with your chest puffed out, beckoning for another drink from Husk.
"Did.. did Dad check in on you? Are you okay?" Charlie carefully approached you, and was immediately disarmed by your grin.
"Yup! I feel much better now. He apologized and we had a little.. Discussion. Thanks, hun." You said sweetly, taking a sip of the drink Husk slid into your hand. Angel gave you a dirty glare, and after meeting his eyes you quickly looked away.
"Well great! Where is he? Maybe we can pick back up where we left off!" Charlie clasped her hands together enthusiastically.
"Here! I-I'm here! Great idea, honey, let's keep playing!" He tripped over himself, rushing into the room and hoping nobody saw him re-fastening his tie. Sending him another quick smile, his face clearly hadn't cooled from the past events. He nearly dropped his fiddle, but as soon as he prepared he picked up the same song that was left unfinished moments before.
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