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ilcaeryx · 4 years ago

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Cultist [Sukuna/Reader] - NSFW

Summary: You have one god on this earth.

Tags: Sukuna/Reader, NSFW, Smut, Humor, Size kink, Cock Warming, Body Worship,

Words: Cirka 2k

Author’s Note: What’s up, sluts? I’m back. This is NSFW, so beware.

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Sukuna did regularly mention that domination and conquest were his pastime hobbies and you would tentatively add that he adhered to them with slave-like zealotry. Whenever he insulted Itadori Yuji by calling him simple-minded, your heart ached with the desire to tell him that he was not any greater regarding his obsessions with strength. However, your self-preservation kept you alive, since a bitch that talks back to Sukuna is a bitch that gets their head separated from their body, after all.

Having sex with Sukuna is somehow leagues safer than speaking to him, you thought, gaze surveying how the apex of his back muscles cast shades upon the trenches of his spine. Inhalation, the shadows grew and deepened. Exhalation, the light re-conquered its territory. You suspected he never slept, even though he physically seemed in deep slumber. His arms were splayed on his pillow, face turned away from you.

You had self-preservation to save your ass 99 percent of the time – this time was probably that one percent where he would snap.

“Sukuna,” you called out, very lightly stroking his biceps with your nails. No answer, but his arm muscles flexed subtly as he moved his arm. “I want my side of the bed back. I can’t sleep on this side.”

You let out a shriek when his hand shot out at you, palm plastered over your lips. The sharp edge of his index nail hovered uncomfortably close to your eye, the thumb nail piercing your cheek. Out of reflex, your dug your fingertips into his upper arm and attempted to pull away from his show of force.

Sukuna turned his head to face you. His eyes glared with disinterest, though his grasp weakened slightly.

“You’ve been plenty loud during the night; why must you continue now?” he asked, squeezing your cheeks together to allow you to speak.

“I’ve slept like three hours max,” you said, ignoring his question.

“That is not my problem.” He let go of your face to return to his original position. “Go find somewhere else to sleep and I shall wake you whenever I have need of you.”

What an absolute dickhead. This was your bed, not his domination playground.

You released him and patted your face with your fingers carefully. There were no stinging scratches left behind, which was good considering his reasoning that if ‘you weren’t bleeding out, you didn’t need help’ would leave you with annoying scabs everywhere. Why you were even fucking this guy was beyond you, honestly. This was one of the top 3 worst life choices you had ever made.

You slid towards him beneath the covers and supported your upper body with your ribcage on his lower back and elbows on his upper back. His body heat intermingling with yours gave you a dull ache, from behind your breastbone flowing into a tidepool in the pit of your stomach. After pushing your hair to one side of your neck, you lowered yourself onto him. Your lips wet and breath hot across his skin, you blew softly before planting a kiss below his shoulder blade. Had it been another person under you, you would have had the gratification of seeing goosebumps forming across the area.

“Sukuna…” you said, barely audible between his skin and your lips.

The King of Curses arose from his relaxed position. “Did you not listen or are you an idiot?”

“Bit of both, to be perfectly honest.” You pinched a tuft of his hair strands between two fingers, pulling gently. “You don’t need to do anything – I just want your attention.”

He issued you a warning glare, daring you to pull some weird shit on him.

You shrugged one of your shoulders and gave him a lopsided smile. “It’s not like I can hurt you, right? I don’t have sharp claws.” To testify, you released his hair, buried your nails below his neck and dragged them down his back in one stroke. Four faint lines were left behind, a stylistic contrast to his dark markings. “I don’t have superhuman strength or speed.” You felt the muscular ridges above his ribs, your fingers travelling up and down each rib. “At my worst, I’m just very obnoxious.”

“How self-aware,” he mocked and laughed half-heartedly. He seemed to enjoy your tiny monologue, judging by the slight raise of his eyebrows. “Continue.”

His approval increased your confidence. While you scoured your brain for whatever concept that might amuse or interest him, you broke eye contact and directed your thumb to pad the black line running along his back. You followed it up to the crest of his shoulders and pulled yourself up over his torso. A low growl hummed beneath you, indicating that perhaps you were pushing your luck. When you brought your left hand down his chest the sound reverberated through your being, reminding you that you were not the apex predator in here. His eagerness showed as he willingly moved his hand into your range when you struggled to reach it.

“Look,” you said, just as eager to sate his curiosity, “at the difference.”

With his attention on your hand enveloping his, you settled your head on his shoulder, finally eye to eye with the King of Curses. You shifted so that your palms met. Even when ignoring his nails, his long fingers and thick wrist eclipsed yours. Finger pads with rough callouses created in combat, the evidence of a reign of lasting a millennium. You could feel the wisdom beneath your soft pads; you could’ve devoted your entire life to warfare and your hands would still not understand it the way his do.

“You know, I never used to consider myself a small person,” you lied, your voice perfectly stable, “but now I am not so sure anymore. It is quite overwhelming.”

Sukuna’s head tilted towards yours, almost tenderly grazing his cheek against your jawline. The movement gave you shivers, causing your toes to curl. You had no option but trusting his self-control when he dove below your jaw and put his lips to your neck. He sucked the flesh between his lips, occasionally tasting with his tongue.

You sighed, content for the brief attention you had earned. Sukuna’s heartbeat rate did not increase nor decrease beneath your hand, his chest just as firm. He detached from your neck, his saliva cooling down that particular spot. You were on the brink of complaining when the world swirled around and your back hit the mattress, your chest and stomach feeling the room’s chill without Sukuna’s body heat.

Sukuna was not playing around anymore; he aligned his forearms beside your face and blocked off whatever else existed outside with his mere presence, lips taut and eyes alert. He situated his torso on top of yours and separated your thighs with his knee. Not close enough to grind on.

“Tell me more,” he stared you down. “What does being completely outmatched feel like?”

You wondered if he meant how it physically felt or how the emotional part of being outmanned and outgunned felt like. Considering how his empathic ability was low-functioning to non-existing, you wanted to bet your money on a physical description… Yet, your tongue prepared to tell him about the terror and the uncertainty. It was not wise to divulge such details to Sukuna.

Scheherazade’s silver tongue might have saved her life a thousand and one times but not everyone’s talent was located in their mouth cavity. Like always, your hands bought you more time to think, to evaluate your words. You tentatively reached for his collarbones before changing your mind and guiding one hand to his lips. Perhaps he had meant to kiss your fingertips, perhaps he had yet another inquiry but his lower lip separated from his upper one and you cautiously pulled it downwards. A predator’s teeth greeted you.

“I can’t say it without sounding lame,” you said and crossed your arms across your chest. “Don’t laugh.”

Almost immediately, Sukuna leaned his weight on one forearm, allowing him to use the other to restrain your hand against the mattress. “I assure you,” he said, his eyes staring lazily at you, lids half-down, “you are not that funny.”

Suddenly, you wished Itadori Yuji would regain his consciousness to not have to deal with this asshole. Kind, encouraging Yuji would worship your existence. Perhaps you would eventually have learned to worship him in turn. ‘Learning’ being the key word, of course. You would fumble in the dark while attempting to appreciate him. This seemed like a good idea for about three seconds and then you returned to your occult god.

“I want to be inside you.” Sukuna, no longer interested in your thoughts, showed more interest in your body. He seldomly spoke of his wants, rousing your curiosity and – honestly – your arousal. The thigh between your leg shifted closer to your mound, touching your nether lips softly.

“You’re so demanding,” you complained, ending your sentence with a deep sigh. “You want me to be quiet, you want me to talk, you want to be inside me – will you ever be satisfied?”

You rolled your hips upwards in a slow movement, enjoying yourself as your lips parted against his flesh. It did not please you enough, so you continued to alleviate yourself.

“No.” His voice was unusually quiet. His lower lip brushed yours as he spoke. “Do you think you deserve it?”

You moved your chin downwards, the movement nearly imperceptible for someone who was not expecting it.

“I agree… if it’ll keep you quiet,” he said, releasing your arm to steady himself above you.

And you did keep quiet. Although he remained stone-faced, Sukuna seemed attentive to the way you opened your mouth and frowned in frustration, his crimson gaze traversing across your face.

He angled his hips downwards, pressuring your clit as you ground against him. You had never been more thankful for the things he did than when he let you use his body as a tool to get off. Each upwards motion elected a pang of pleasure, a beach in ebb and flow.

You don’t know for how long he tolerated your grinding but your lower body ached and his thigh was slick with your fluid when he removed his leg from you, its absence pulsating throughout your stomach. Despite your fear that he would push you away, you grabbed onto his neck to heave yourself against him, anything to regain that comfort. The relief that accompanied the heartbeat after he brought you up with him to sit upright lightened your entire being. His hands felt excruciatingly hot, almost unbearably so, on your ribcage.

Although you felt ready for him, your grip on his neck remained hard as he lifted you up above his cock. Sukuna descended you slightly, his tip bulging at your entrance. You knew your limit and didn’t hesitate to sink onto him, a movement less gentle than you wished due to your legs being wrapped around his waist. Your breath was uneven, hitching up whenever you strained against him. Avoiding getting your insides impaled by a guy’s dick was surprisingly hard labour. Eventually you settled at his base, a sense of completion glowing off you.

There were no comforting touches or encouraging words from Sukuna, whose tranquil expression made him seem more like Yuji than himself. His eyes almost shut, jaw relaxed... This was the alternate universe version of Sukuna, a man who did not lust for domination and who would settle down with his loved ones for an eventless life.

Hearing your dumb fantasies echo in your head, you rubbed your eyes with your knuckles until you saw stars. What idiocy. You had to cease these daydream scenarios or you’d be in deep shit in the future. You were an atrocious cultist.

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I hope everyone enjoyed this. If you liked this, please give a comment/like/reblog. I listened to the Professor Tox remix of LOONA’s Girl Front and Ariana Grande’s Love Me Harder while writing this.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna #jjk #jjk reader insert

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narrators-journal · 3 years ago

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Hello, I hope you are well, can I ask Yandere Akutagawa who probably hates you for how you make us feel? I may degrade you but get mad if someone else does

I hope this is good and is what you wanted! I'm a little rusty with Yandere content, so it might be a bit subtle here. I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

As a new low ranking mafia goon you had expected some harsh bullying from your coworkers, but that didn't mean you couldn't despise them for it, or have the occassional breakdown in the headquarters bathroom or something. That was actually how you'd met your first friend-like person in the organization, Higuchi had found you fighting to not cry in the bathroom one day, and instead of belittling you for the moment of weakness, she gave you a paper towel to dab the tears from your (s/c) cheeks and assured you that she understood your predicament.

In all honesty, the harassment wouldn't be that bad if it weren't for one specific man. Akutagawa Ryuunosuke.

Akutagawa was a violent, hostile, rabid dog of a man who took any possible chance to insult you without mercy. It didn't even have to be anything that would get you into trouble or annoy him, he would belittle anything he could about you as a person, not just your work for the mafia. It had quickly lost all of the leeway you had for newbie-hazing. At least now you had a reason to blame for the prickly mafioso hating your guts. Turns out he isn't a fan of his fashion being labelled 'hot topic tween goth.' After that, you just avoided him as best you could, which seemed near impossible with how much he continued to pop up in your life, even after you'd insulted him.

Of course, Mori would pair you with the goth pretty frequently despite your reluctance, Akutagawa had a pretty variable set of jobs he could be assigned to and thus would be a good on-the-job teacher for a newbie such as yourself, but after you'd insulted the goth he didn't leave you alone like you might've thought he would. Instead, he seemed to pop up a lot more frequently, even outside of the jobs you were paired with him on. Of course, you would see the pale vampire at the headquarters when you weren't working with him, but now you had gone from seeing him maybe once a week for a task or to retrieve or deliver ill-gotten cash, to seeing him a distance behind you in the hallway of the headquarters almost every other day, or in one of the spare sitting rooms the goons had overtaken and claimed as a sort of 'break room' on nights when you'd stay super late into the night and should've been alone.

However, you couldn't really accuse the hostile man of stalking you just to glare at you or spit insults. After all, Higuchi had always had a very valid point as to why you were running into him when you brought the occurrences up, and you'd be labelled a loon for thinking he'd been trailing you just because you had spotted him in the grocery store. So, you opted to keep your mouth shut and just ignored him whenever you could get away with it.

Though, every once in a while a snide remark or two slipped out, like one had on the day he limped into the headquarters after another spat with his rival, Atsushi Nakajima. "You look like a cat's half digested dinner," you snorted, watching the wheezing vampire flop into one of the fancy velvet chairs in the empty break room. He was still glowing a pretty vibrant red, with his coat ribbon lashing like the tail of an angry cat, but he ignored your comment and instead focused on wrapping his slashed up arm and leg in bandages. Then, just as you were beginning to leave the room to find your own place to do some paperwork, you felt fabric slither around your neck to tighten into a razor-wire choke-collar and yank you none-too-gently over to the chair Akutagawa sat in.

You weren't likely to cut an impressive figure with your (e/c) eyes wide with shock at the sudden attack, and fear at the feeling of Rashoumon's sharp edges biting into your (s/c) skin to draw blood under your bully's cold, humiliation-filled glare, "I think you're beginning to forget your place here, newbie." He spat, his raspy growl dripping with venom, "Not only do I outrank you, but I am much stronger than you. You are nowhere near Jinko's strength, fucking Higuchi is more of a threat to me than you are, so the next time you want to feel more significant than you are and insult me, I suggest you have a fucking grave dug beforehand." He got right in your face as he spoke, barring his teeth at you with sin-worthy wrath in his grey eyes, but, just for a moment before the lethal ribbon threw you away as easily as he would a gum wrapper, he hesitated. It was brief, only a few seconds, but Akutagawa's anger lessened, and instead he leaned forward just a hair. Just as quickly as it appeared though, the moment was gone. His fury returned with a vengeance and the ribbon that held you captive launched you across the room, sending you sliding across the floor and into the wall hard enough to crack it just a bit.

You took the hint and scrambled to your feet as soon as you got some air into your lungs, coughing and wheezing as you fled the room before Rashoumon could be sent through your spine next.

Admittedly, being snippy with the vampire after he'd already been embarrassed like that hadn't been a shining example of your best timing, but you tried to move past it, and that weird moment of hesitation, and label it a learning experience. Your fellow goons however, caught wind of your confrontation and did not give you such kindness. They instead turned it into more ammunition for snide remarks about how intelligent you were.

"Hey! Look who just walked in!" A goon you had yet to learn the name of almost crowed one day when you were eating lunch in the breakroom, just trying to watch some tv before your next job when Akutagawa had come in. "Hey, (y/n), wanna try and see if he'll knock your braincells back into place?" You just glared at the man while he continued to call you stupid and just try to instigate whatever fight he could it seemed. You didn't fall for his trap though, keeping your mouth firmly shut and not responding to his insults or assumptions of how masochistic you were. No, you instead simply returned your attention to the tv and blocked out Akutagawa's existence until you finished your lunch and left for your job.

Thankfully, it was a solo mission, a new extension of trust from Mori, and a prime chance to not only prove yourself, but to get away from the assholes you worked with. So, by the time you returned to the mafia headquarters, you were feeling pretty good and had almost completely forgotten your earlier run-in with that asshole of a goon around your lunch time.

Of course, the sky was dark by the time you returned from the job, so on top of your improved mood, you were also spared further heckling since everyone else had finished their work and gone home for the night. So, you were gratefully able to fly through the report you had to write about the mission, and cataloging of the goods you'd distributed without issue. It wasn't until you stopped by the bathroom to change out of your clothing and into some more comfortable, not-dirty clothes before your walk home that you smelled the stench of blood.

It hit you like a brick as soon as you had opened the bathroom door. The whole bathroom reeked of the dizzying smell of iron and death so badly that it poured out into the empty hallway. All it took was a few steps inside to investigate for you to spot the source of such a strong stench. A corpse huddled into the far corner across from the stalls.

Through your stinging tears, you could see that it was likely one of the other mafia goons, and judging by the one bloody tuft of hair you could see amongst the chunks of flayed flesh...it was the same goon that was messing with you earlier. Since your only identifier was the shredded and blood soaked suit that the heap of shredded flesh and spilled entrails somewhat wore and a bit of hair, you couldn't say for certain, but something in your gut told you it was the same man.

"You know, you should really grow a spine." You whirled around to face the doorway as soon as the raspy voice spoke, (e/c) eyes wide and your hand instantly falling to the small pistol you had at your hip. But, instead of some demented intruder out to murder any mafia goons they found, you were instead met with Akutagawa. Your worst bully.

For a moment, all you could do was stare in shock, your brain frantically scrambling to recollect its composure under the pressure of an almost primal terror, just letting you stammer out a shakey, "What?" before your legs began to turn to jello, the thick blanket of coppery blood in the air making your stomach want to escape out of your mouth. However, you put your hand on the cool glass of the sink and bit back the urge to vomit. The last thing you wanted was to give the sadistic mafioso more ammo against you in his harassment, and if he was the goon-slaughtering-psycho, you didn't want to go out because you were too busy retching to defend yourself. However, he didn't attack you. He just stood in the doorway and glared at the mutilated pile of flesh as if it had insulted his family for a moment before speaking again, "You're supposed to be a mafia member, (y/n), you can't just let people use you as a doormat, it reflects poorly on the organization." he chided with a derisive sniff, "Grow a damned spine and begin to stand up for yourself. No one's going to 'defend your honor' like this..." He trailed off, fixing you with a cold, irritated look for a long moment before he turned on his heel with a huff, "Clean that bastard up, before he stains the linoleum anymore than he already has."

With that, Akutagawa stomped off back to wherever he'd come from. Leaving you to deal with the bloody carnage you'd discovered, and to ask yourself why he had even been here. It was the middle of the night, most everyone should be home by now, but the goth had appeared only a moment after you'd entered the bathroom, how had he shown up so quickly? He didn't bring Mori or anyone else, so it wasn't like he'd discovered the body first...

You got a sick feeling that he'd been the one to leave such a nightmarish scene. And that he'd been waiting for you to find it or something.

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seita · 5 years ago

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— disinterest | hitoshi shinsou (m.)

pairing: hitoshi shinsou/f!reader

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟸,𝟽𝟻𝟽

cw: stoner!au (graphic use of drugs, sex while under the influence)

tags: dirty talk, humiliation, cock sucking, squirting, wet&messy, cockwarming, multiple orgasms, choking, hair pulling, dumbification, degradation (name calling), creampie, cum eating, light aftercare

note: my kink is being ignored and being made to work for attention so this is self indulgent—

— you enjoyed being ignored and your boyfriend, Shinsou, is happy to indulge after a night of getting high together.

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His eyes fluttered as he took a drag from his joint, eyes fixing back on the television that displayed a video game he’d slowly been playing. Getting high with your boyfriend wasn’t something you could say you had planned for the evening but when Shinsou had gotten a call from his dealer boasting some ‘good shit’, he couldn’t resist.

That was how you wound up in your current position.

You were on your knees, Shinsou’s sweats pooled around his ankles with your hand wrapped around his hard cock. His knees were spread allowing you to sit comfortably between his legs.

You licked your lips at the sight of his long, thick cock, giving him a couple pumps, watching as a creamy bead of his precum oozed from the tip to drip down the thick vein on the underside. You licked your lips, following the bead until it met your hand, making the movements slicker.

The carpet dug into your knees almost painfully but you ignored it in favor of enveloping the hot head of his cock into your mouth. His precum was sweet on your tongue as you lapped it up, sucking the sensitive skin with quick glances at his face. His fingers twitched and for a second you thought he was going to grip your hair like he usually did when you sucked him off but he didn’t, merely continued staring at the screen of the television.

The fact he was ignoring you like that sent a shiver down your spine. When he pretended to act as if your mouth wasn’t literally taking his cock down your throat, it never failed to make you soak your panties.

You continued to sink down, tears pricking your eyes the deeper his cock went. He pushed past your gag reflex and you choked, feeling his length throb in response to the feeling. Yet, he made no move to indicate that he even recognized you were sucking him off.

Instead, he nursed the joint between his lips as his fingers mashed the buttons of his controller.

For anyone else, this may have felt degrading — being on your knees with your boyfriends cock down your throat as he utterly ignored you. But for you, it was exciting. The humiliation of it made you wet. You wanted to please him, to earn his attention and praise.

Your head slipped into a dream-like haze, your mouth stuffed full of your boyfriends thick cock. His precum melting on your tongue as you swallowed around him. His thighs twitched at the feeling and you saw his thumbs hesitate on the buttons. But he quickly recovered, landing a kill and ending the round.

He took a drag from his joint, blowing the smoke in your face. You winced, pulling back from his length with a gasp.

He gazed at you for a long second, before the music on the screen changed and he went back to paying that attention. You had half a mind to pout, you had been hoping for some praise.

But alas, you returned to your task of swallowing him down. He was impossibly hard and you briefly wondered if he was growing any closer. The possibility that you weren’t actually doing well, in your drug-induced haze, crossed your mind and made you feel a bit self-conscious.

That feeling only made you work harder, however. Drool started to pool in your mouth, dribbling down the sides of his length to wet the tufts of hair at the base of him. It dripped down his balls and he let out a soft sigh at the mess — just how he loved it.

Your lips and chin were soaked and it began to reach your neck but you paid it no mind. You worked your mouth fast, bobbing your head with your eyes closed as you focused on bringing your boyfriend all the pleasure you could.

Usually, Shinsou would warn you when he was about to cum or hold off his orgasm so he could pleasure you as well. But instead, you felt the sudden rush of heat as his cock violently pulsed in your throat. You swallowed all his cum until he used his foot to push you back, letting his cock fall from your lips. Some cum you didn’t manage to catch, dribbled down and met with the mess of your drool and his precum, but he paid it no mind.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, watching with a pout as he pulled his sweats back up and resumed his game. You were left sitting on the ground, cheeks burning with humiliation at the whole ordeal.

Despite the shame he made you feel, you still looked up to admire him. He looked delectable. There was a flush to his cheeks due to his orgasm and his eyes were lidded, pupils blown wide either due to pleasure or the drugs. Still, those dark circles against his pale skin never ceased to make your heart flutter.

You managed to snag one hell of a catch.

That thought had you crawling onto the couch, laying on your side with your head in his lap. He didn’t acknowledge you but adjusted so you could lay against him comfortably.

Some time, between the feeling of your boyfriend pressed against you and the background noise of his video game, you dozed off.

You woke up to him shifting, making you sit up a bit to let him slide out from beneath you. You realized he had turned his game off and put on some adult animation show you knew he enjoyed. He mumbled about going to piss and clean up before disappearing down the hallway.

Shifting in your seat, you frowned at the sticky feeling of your panties that had grown uncomfortable. Just as you were about to stand up, he came out of the bathroom.

He paused in front of you, eyes still lidded and you wondered how long you had been asleep and if he had continued to smoke during. You still felt the buzz of the pot in your own system and as you gazed up at him, you remembered the feeling of his cock in your throat.

A small smirk grew across his lips as he stepped closer to you, “Are your panties wet?”

Without hesitation you nodded, shifting in your seat. He scoffed, taking a seat beside you with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Go change them then,” he nearly laughed at the pout you made but you stood up and did as you were told anyway.

You didn’t bother putting on your shorts again — the t-shirt you stole from him doing well enough to cover you up. When you returned to the living room, you sat beside him, still feeling the ache of need. You needed to be touched, you wanted him to touch you.

“Toshi,” you whined, scooting closer to him.

He hummed, sipping on a soda he’d gotten from the kitchen. You sat up on your knees beside him, lifting the hem of your shirt to show him the cute pair you had put on. He took a long look at them and you felt pride at the way his throat moved as he swallowed.

“What?” he grumbled, slow gaze dragging back up to your face.

You whined, reaching for his hand. He let you move his hand beneath the band of your panties until you felt his fingertips graze your slit. You shivered at the barely contained groan he let out.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groaned, middle finger dipping between your folds to find your hardened clit that was so desperate for his attention, “You liked sucking my cock that much?”

“L-Like it when you ignore me,” you confessed, making a brow perk up at your confession.

“Aren’t you just a little slut?” he cooed, pulling his hand out of your panties, making you whine, “Strip.”

You scrambled to do as you were told, tossing your shirt and panties onto the floor until you were sitting naked before him. With surprising strength, he grabbed you hips and yanked you into his lips so that your back was pressed against his chest. You could feel that he was hard once more in the confines of his pants.

“Sit on my cock,” he ordered you, breath fanning against your sensitive ear.

You eagerly reached beneath you, to free his length. Positioning yourself above him, you slowly began to work yourself down. You hadn’t been prepped so you had to take it slow, wincing every once in a while at the stinging burn the stretch gave you.

“Don’t move,” he grunted once you were fully seated. You whined, your walls spasming around his length.

“I wanna cum,” you whined, leaning your head back against his shoulder.

He shrugged, “You can cum all you want,” you glanced up at him at those words. His eyes were fixated on the TV, a bored expression on his face, “Since you like being ignored so much...I’m not gonna help you.”

You were still for a moment, deciding what you were meant to do. You were steadily dripping down his cock as it pulsed inside you. Your own clit ached for a touch. You would love to feel your boyfriend’s rough fingers touching you but you realized it was something you would have to do on your own.

At least you were stuffed full of his fat cock.

Your fingers traveled down your body to find your clit, a single touch to the bud making your thighs jump. The drugs and denial of pleasure had made you so sensitive to touch that you knew it would take no time at all for you to cum.

You eagerly worked your bud, walls clenching tight around his cock as your high grew. Shinsou’s eyes fluttered at the feeling of you squeezing him.

Just as you thought, you were sent headlong into an orgasm. Your body trembled against Shinsou, thighs clamping shut around your own hand at the onslaught of pleasure pummeling your body. Your cum coated his cock as you came down, panting and shaking. Your thighs fell back open, relaxing your body once again.

Shinsou still didn’t move or comment and all you could think about was how giddy it made you feel that he was acting so unaffected by the fact his girlfriend was cumming around his cock like a little slut.

God, you loved it.

Just the thought had the heat rising again and your hand found its way to your clit once more. It took a bit longer to get you there this time but you finally came again with a cry of his name. Your hips circled around his cock, forcing your pleasure to new heights as you gushed messily around his length.

In the back of your buzzing mind, you swear you could have heard him groan. But when your eyes fluttered open to look at him, he just looked bored.

Your slick was coating his cock, making a mess that had his mouth watering. He wanted to drop to his knees and lick up every drop of your sweet cum. He clenched his fists tight where you couldn’t see his self control slowly withering away.

Instead of stopping after your orgasm, you continued to circle your clit until yet another orgasm wracked your body. This time, you couldn’t help yourself and eagerly started bouncing on his cock. You whined, still rubbing your throbbing bud.

A rush of your cum gushed from your cunt, soaking both yours and his thighs. You cried out his name mixed with slurred praises as you squirted. The sight and feeling of painting him with your cum sent his self-control unraveling.

Before you could react, your face was pressed into the cushion of the couch with Shinsou hammering his cock into your poor cunt with everything he had. His balls slapped against your clit, making you tremble in overstimulation. You barely had a chance to come down from your high before he forced you into yet another.

He growled, as you gushed around him again. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he yanked you back on your knees so your back was pressed against him again. The second you were upright, his hand was around your throat.

“You’re such a little slut,” he snarled, hammering into your slick little cunt, “How many times have you cum, now? You’re such a little whore for my cock, just couldn’t resist stuffing this sloppy little cunt full, isn’t that right?”

“N-No!” you whined, grinding back against him, “Y-Your cock’s too good. Makin’ me cum so hard…” your words were slurred as your eyes rolled back in your head.

He scoffed at your words, “Can’t even talk properly? Has my fat fucking cock fucked you stupid. Hm? Are you my dumb babygirl?”

The condescending, almost cruel words made you clench around him. He could be such a beast when he wanted to.

To outside viewers, Shinsou appeared almost lazy and disinterested. He didn’t talk much nor did he show much interest in things. But with you — you brought out a side of him that was borderline feral.

He lived to see you cry, squirm, and cum so hard you could barely breathe. It was a lifesource to him.

And now as you sat there, helplessly impaled on his thick length as it stuffed your sweet little cunt full, tears dripped down your cheeks at the stimulation.

“You're never gonna be able to take anyone else’s cock again,” he growled into your ear, “I’ve ruined this little pussy so only my cock can satisfy it. Only I can treat this greedy little cunt this good, right?”

“Yes!” you shrieked but it was cut off by his hand tightening around your throat, cutting off your blood.

“You're gonna squirt again,” he ordered, “Go on. Make a mess for me.”

With your thighs open and his fat cock spreading your folds apart, your little clit was exposed and vulnerable to the heavy slap he suddenly laid upon it. Your body froze at the pain but instead of pulling you away from that delicious high, it sent you right over the edge.

“That's it!” he praised, releasing your throat to listen to the way you sobbed, “Such a good fucking girl creaming all over my cock. What a messy girl.”

You babbled mindlessly, gasping and trembling as he continued to ruthlessly fuck you. Your orgasm continued to rise, squirting and gushing everywhere and making a mess.

“Cumming so hard you've turned stupid,” he teased, a cruel laugh in his voice, “That's okay baby, you don't need that useless brain of yours. All you need is my fat cock in this cute little cunt. That's all you're good for anyway, taking my cock. Maybe I should keep you as a permanent cockwarmer—”

He was cut off by a grunt, the thought of keeping you as nothing but a hole for him to use and dump his cum into sent him over the edge finally. His hot cum filled you up, eventually spilling out due to the sheer amount. It only added to the mess you'd already created.

When he pulled out, you collapsed face first with your ass in the air. You could feel his eyes on you, watching as your twitching hole spasmed and pushed out his cum causing it to dribble down your thighs.

You didn't put up a fight as he flipped you over onto your back. He hiked your knees up to your chest to expose your cum-filled hole. You allowed him to maneuver you as he pleased.

He enveloped your entire pussy in his mouth and sucked — his own cum filling his mouth. He groaned, sitting up to meet your lips in a fierce kiss. You whined, opening your mouth to accept his cum, eagerly swallowing it.

Finally, he sat back and let out a breath. Climbing off the couch, he ran to the bathroom to get a wet rag to clean you off with.

You relished in his attention, letting him clean you up and pepper you with kisses and praise. Before long, you found yourself cuddled against him in bed, whispers of his love for you on his lips as he promised to take a shower with you once you were more clear headed.

You fell asleep in the sweet embrace of your boyfriend, a full ache of lust settling in your gut at the thought of another round later.

#bnha x reader #shinsou x reader #bnha imagines #shinsou smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha imagines #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #afton.writes

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spilledkauffie · 4 years ago

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Talk To Me

Repost from an old account I deleted!!!

Pairing: Logan Howlett (Wolverine) x reader Word Count: 1.6k+ T/W: trauma mentions / sexual innuendo A/N: honestly, my favourite Jackman role!

Slowly bringing your knees to your chest, the sheets made a gentle rustling sound at your action. The dark wooden walls of the room reminded you of a cozy cabin. Dimly lit with a vintage lamp on night stands placed at either side of the bed, another source casted a stream of light throughout the small quarters. You watched from the bed, as your lover finished washing his face, blotting the towel across his skin.

For a moment, you furrowed your eyebrows, seeing him stare at the mirror, hands pressing firmly against the counter. It wasn’t a blank stare, but more of a self-reflective stare. Wishing you could read his thoughts, just to understand why he did what he did, you knew that was nowhere near your power. Only able to feel emotions, not even see memories, when you touched someone it always seemed useless to you, but he often loved it, rarely having to actually tell you when he was in the mood. Or any mood for that matter.

“Logan,” you called sweetly, watching him almost shake out of the stare to look your direction, “you coming to bed?”

“Yeah...yeah,” he nodded, shifting his gaze downward, flicking the bathroom light off.

Giving him a half smile, still truly concerned that something was wrong, you shifted under the covers. Clicking your night stand’s light off, you turned over just in time to see him remove his shirt. Happy with the sight, as you loved to feel his skin, your demeanour became mildly impatient for him. Noticing you eyeing over his body, he smirked, amused.

“That’s all it takes?” Logan raised an eyebrow, with a signature cocky head tilt.

“Stop,” you blushed gingerly, hearing him chuckle at your embarrassment.

Finally joining you beneath the sheets, he turned the last official light out. The moon gave a silvery atmosphere, not too bright, but not too dark either.

Snuggling close to your wolverine, he gladly accepted your contact. Bringing your leg over his hip, he kept a protective hold to the back of your thigh. And his free hand explored the beautiful curve of your spine, his coarse fingertips being as gentle as possible. Pressed practically chest to chest, you smiled. Stroking a thumb across his cheekbone, a soft sigh escaped you.

“What?” Logan asked, sensing something was up.

“I wish you’d talk to me,” you admitted, fluffing back a tuft of his stubborn hair.

“I am talking to you,” he smart-aleckly answered, smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, when you frowned, unamused.

“I mean really talk to me,” you emphasised the middle of your sentence, “about why you stare at your reflection, or why you’re so protective, you know- maybe- even about...your feelings.”

With a deep chuckle, Logan rubbed the back of your thigh methodically, almost as a comfort to avoid your question. Feeling a mixture of emotions run through his body, you always had the hardest time with him. Perhaps it was all the adamantium that blocked the signals, or maybe he was just good at covering up his actual feelings. Either way, it made it difficult; you stroked softly along his neck in a desperate attempt to try and gain more emotions.

“Oh, you’re serious?” He asked, observing your facial expression.

“Yes, I am,” you nodded.

Pausing for a moment, he thought things over, “alright,” he looked away, as if debating his next words carefully, “whatdya want to know?”

Shocked he was letting you in, even just a little bit, you took it. Shifting back to think of the first question, you had so many after all.

“Okay…,what do you think about when you stare at the mirror?” You looked over his expression, wanting to avoid any aggression.

“Wow, gotta start with the tough ones?” Logan laughed, before another pause, “I can still see the monster created. I’m made of metal and sometimes I think that’s all I am, just...cold. But you’re making it pretty hot.”

“Logan,” you whispered, both trying to keep him on track and actually picking up a strong sense of his emotion.

“Right, sorry,” he regrettably apologised, hoping his comment would’ve deterred the conversation, “can’t you feel and see all this without me talking about it?”

“I can’t see the memories attached to the emotions,” you said, “I wish I could...especially with you.“

You placed your hands against his bare chest, lovingly, Logan perked an eyebrow questionably, not opposed, but very curious. You closed your eyes and focussed hard on his emotions.

“Tell me more?” You asked.

As he began to speak, you tried only thinking on the emotion. As he began describing his pain you felt it in full force.

“A room full of people, military people. No faces, only figures,” he said, “water, lots of needles, filled with metal.”

The further he dove into his painful memories, the more you began to feel it. Your heart raced, eyes filled with tears and soon the emotion of pain took over, spreading through your body. Gasping, you took your hands away, curling into yourself as much as possible. It was a pain you had never felt before. Almost- as if death was near. It felt never ending.

“Hey, hey,” Logan’s voice was comforting, “you’re alright, I got you.”

On the verge of panic, you clung onto him. His emotion had already changed back to protective which helped ease you. Though you couldn’t understand how he could switch between emotions in a heartbeat, you still appreciated his comforting presence. Looking down, you felt his strong arms holding you and spotted the dog tags hanging around his neck. Tears slipping passed your eyelashes, you met his eyes. Fingertips shakily holding on to the metal that hung from his neck with his mutant name stamped into them.

“What did they do to you?” You spoke, voice hoarse.

Looking you over now, he could see how scared you were, “I’m not sure.”

Nodding your head, you knew he was still trying to figure out everything he had been through and now, now you knew only the slightest bit of pain he felt. Overwhelming for you, yet he managed ever single day with it.

“Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” He suggested, bringing you closer.

“Yeah,” you whispered, sliding your hands around his frame.

More odd than usual the night was hard for you. Normally you slept perfectly fine knowing you were wrapped in the arms of a lover and an indestructible protector, but the experience of such high pain threw you off entirely. It stuck with you, keeping you up, but it also broke your heart to know how much he hurt...

Checking the clock to your left, it was early morning, still dark out and the school was quiet. There was no point in staying in bed, so you managed to escape his hold, slip on his button up shirt and head down to the kitchen. Finding some tea, you put on the hot water and waited. Seated at the island in the center of the room, you placed your head in your hands and replayed the emotion. So much pain and torture, how did he-

“Hey,” a familiar voice startled you, making you turn in your seat.

“Logan,” you said relieved, “why’re you up?”

“Cause you’re up,” he countered, stepping closer.

“I’m sorry,” you swallowed, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Looking downward, you wanted to avoid eye contact, knowing full well that he was bound to ask what was keeping you up. It wasn’t typical of you to leave him, especially at night. You really didn’t want to talk about what had happened earlier.

“I don’t think I need to ask, do I?”

His serious tone brought your attention to him. Debating whether or not to tell him was difficult. Imagining he’d feel like it was his fault for ‘giving’ you his emotions, when really you asked and he was simply answering you honestly. He always felt like he hurt those around him even more than he’d been hurt. Ignoring his pain and realising others was a trait of his.

“I- it’s just,” you started, looking away when you felt tears again, your emotions heightened, “you’re going through so much agony, how-”

Another pause came to you as you choked back tears. Quick to come to your aid, he stepped between your knees, placing a hand to your cheek and wiping away a falling tear. Brining your hands to hold his wrist, you felt his heartbeat.

“Gone through,” he corrected you, “Sure, I’ve gone through a lot of shit, but I’m here now and I’d say pretty happy compared to the past.”

“You made me feel emotions I have never felt before,” you admitted, looking up.

“And you’ve made me feel emotions I’ve never felt before,” he smirked, watching a smile pull at your lips.

Dipping down, his hand slipped to the side of your neck and his hips hit yours. With lips inches away from yours, you pulled back slightly.

“Logan, here?” You asked.

“C’mon, a kiss won’t hurt,” he whispered, “it’ll help, I promise.”

Smiling, you actually agreed, any other emotion running through your body would be nice and you were glad to accept what he was offering. Curling your fingers through the belt loops on his jeans you pulled him closer, letting him know you approved. Happily continuing, his lips met yours and it wasn’t long before you were melting underneath his touch, at just the slightest action. Wrapping your arms around his neck, the kiss became deeper. You felt several of his emotions, this time enjoying every one. If there was something you certainly loved most, it was his passion.

Pulling back from you, Logan could tell you were now wanting more, “you want to know why I’m so protective?”

“Why?” You bit your lip, batting your eyelashes.

Squeaking when he lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him squeeze your ass, you smiled at the next words his raspy voice spoke to further distract you.

“It’s just instinct.”

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monsoonblooms12 · 4 years ago

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The Butterfly Effect (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: The Journey from where it all began to where they are now. From a 2-minute power nap to a Miami kiss, Pooja and Ethan have come a long way. From Pooja's POV (Set in OH Bk 1 Ch 10 and contains flashbacks from OH Bk 1 Ch 1, Ch 4 and Ch 5)❤

The Butterfly Effect: Discovered by Edward Lorenz, this theory suggests that something small and insignificant, can alter situations in such a way that leads to utterly drastic changes. For example, a butterfly flaps its wings at an Amazonian Jungle and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe. (This has to be one of my favorite theories ever🦋)

A/N: I got inspired from a dark Academia quote and here we are with 2.4K of mess. But I enjoyed providing all the fbs from Poo's POV and filling in the gaps of the unknown. And all the DbC peeps, I am trying to finish ch 8 believe me😭

Thank you so much to @jamespotterthefirst for Pre-reading! Love you🧡

If you enjoyed the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going🦋

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 2.4K

Rating: General

Category: A messy mix of Fluff and Angst

Warnings: None that I found

A grain of sand, almost imperceptible to the human eye, 2 millimetres in diameter. Just a tiny little grain of sand, a single one. One would wonder how great of an effect that could produce?

A single grain of sand, eliminated from the base of a sand sculpture, can set on fire a cascade of events that result in something as drastic as the demolition of the entire sculpture. Just a trifling 2 mm sized grain of sand.

Tufts of hair gently swayed with the swooshing ocean breeze, the very grains of sand of which her mind was thinking about slip through gaps of her toes. It's a calming atmosphere, having a Zen-like effect on her racing heart and confused reasoning.

The echoing crash of ocean tides, the hushed ruffle of her shimmering purple dress, and the pattern of her footsteps of the white sand, now silver under the enchanting moonbeams.

She could not think about bad ideas and good ideas anymore. Nor could she obliterate the delicate touch of peach lips ingrained in her mind. Everything was a lock of tangled hair, a chaotic mess in her mind.

And when you can't disentangle a mess, you just tear it off.

That was what she was doing, tearing herself away before her mind got engulfed by a cocoon of ambiguity and concealed probabilities, restricting her to get out without getting transformed into someone else.

Legs exhausted after strolling for who knows how long, Pooja sits down, not bothering about the sheet of sand fragments that adhered begrudgingly to the purple satin.

A simple motion ensues, the florid hair tie holding her brown hair strands in a ponytail, now lay in her hand, giving them the liberty to enjoy the tranquillity of the idyllic scene they found themselves in.

Relaxation. That was what she anticipated. The soothing of her racing heart, the clearing of her muddled head, the easing of her bothering thoughts.

But it never came, the relaxation she desired.

Instead, her fingers, for a reason mysterious even to her, fidgeted the diamond imitation bracelet that embellished her left wrist. A twitch unveiled a vague scar, a remembrance of an old episode entirely cleared off from her mind.

Flashback

Pooja was a Potterhead. An extreme one indeed. Sometimes the thought made her chuckle. How she despised the books once, presuming they were overrated. And then, as if a magic trick had been performed on her, she became the Maven of the Harry Potter club.

But being a Potterhead and having to live in a niche under the stairs did not go hand in hand. The room under a staircase was still a room under a staircase. And every day, her mind replayed the poem of curses to her, as if to warn her to never search for an apartment on a Facebook Group ever again.

And now she stood, waiting for the century-old toaster's ping, as sleep struck like pin-pricks on her eyelids, threatening to close them off. It was a bad day today, the phone battery drained, and she, coffee drained. And the cherry on the top? Today was the first day of her residence at the most prestigious hospital in the entire States.

Uff!

She yawned the hundredth time, sleep playing a tiring game of chess with her mind, and giving it a Check! every now and then.

I don't even know a goddamn coffee shop around in here!

Displeased grunts accompanied the thought as she took the knife and began slicing the apple she had been floundering around for quite some time.

One Slice, and Another, and Ano-

Snorr!

What an ability it was to fall asleep anywhere, in any position! What harm would a "Power Nap" of a minute or two do? Right?

AAHHH!

The scream came out in bits, first when her eyes fluttered open with the sudden pain. A pause followed when she actually looked at the source of it and after her eyes and mind registered what was happening, came the second scream.

She was getting the taste of just how profitable the power nap was.

Hurrying away, she rummaged around for a first aid box, failed to find it, trotted to her Harry Potter adobe and took out the medical goodies she had brought with her. After ransacking through it, she found the antiseptic and the swabs she was looking for. Then a faint sound came from the blinking cellular and she picked it up, not waiting for breakfast. Just as she clicked the unlock button...

HOLY SHIT!

What? How? Her mind could not register. The only thing she understood was that she was notoriously late for her first day, and now she would have to do all the running that she had avoided for all the preceding years.

Letting out another pained groan, she kicked two flowerpots on her way to the kitchen, took the toasted slices of bread, switched off the stupid piece of machinery and ran.

She was sure she would have come first in any marathon if she had run in them with the speed she was racing right now.————————————————————————

Did she know about Dolores Hudson? No, she didn't. Had she planned on telling about her to Dr Ramsey? No, she hadn't.

The two words had inadvertently slipped off her tongue, not envisioning it as an indication. But as soon as they reached his ears, it felt as if a domino had been pushed. One pushed on to the other, leading to a chain of events that had given no hints, no warnings at all.

And now she was in the NICU, chatting with the man whom she considered an idol, a role model as if they were old companions. It was an enchanting experience to see the intern-terrorizing gentleman, so ... normal.

She questioned her mind's choice of word, but she did not completely disagree. To see Dr Ramsey, sitting here with an intern, talking with her, for no particular purpose other than the fact that she decided to stay back here in contrast to any other person, who would have valued their sleep than watching over a premature baby with whom she had no connection.

When sleep muddled her thoughts, she didn't realize what she was doing. Head lowered into his shoulder in a motion that felt like a reflex embedded in the nerve cords of her spine. She missed the gentle smile, decorating the handsome face of his, as he watched her from the corner of his eye, his eyes holding an emotion unrecognizable.

Was it affection? Pride? Adoration? Or something completely different? Who knew.

But if there was something she did know after that day, it was that she felt lucky, damn lucky, for that slip of the tongue.————————————————————————

How idiotic of her the decision was, she didn't want to talk about it.

Pooja had only found herself running the way she was running now on the first day of her residence, and she had only herself, and no one else to blame.

Why did she think that giving up on the most wanted position for every medicine intern in Edenbrook for friends when every one of them participated in it was a good idea?

If only her brain comprehended her priorities appropriately, she wouldn't have to rush through roads like a person who was missing their train.

Panting, grunting, and completely tensed, she arrives at Edenbrook. Steps don't slow down until she arrives before the light beige door, huffs and puffs, not pausing for a split second. She doubted if her legs still had the power to walk or if she would have to crawl into the office.

Nah, no more embarrassment, she would not be able to bear it. With the power that remained in overworked limbs, she knocked, entered and gave her reasons for the delay. And then, by a margin of a minute, she signed the sheet, absolutely normal but still holding the power to twist her entire life in an unforeseen way.

But did she regret it? She couldn't, and she wouldn't.————————————————————————

Miami. The city of gorgeous beaches, giving the aesthetic of peach and teal life. The expensive marble-floored hotel rooms in which she found herself was unreal. Definitely not made for some random intern.

Gorgeous decorated interior, delicately manicured lawns, elegantly made fountains, all standing majestically, giving a fight to each other. She glided through the vast space, joy overcoming job as she breathed the calming salty air coming from the oceanfront, which appeared like a picture frame in front of her. She had never seen anything so perfect in her life.

It was like Ataraxia.

She preferred Mountains over Beaches. She always had, and without a doubt, she always will. But when something looks so heavenly, it would be absolute stupidity to forego the chance of visiting it, even if it contrasted her preferences.

Forgetting the not-so-pleasant interaction with Declan Nash, which appeared like a stone in her perfect day, she let her sensations delve into the delicious culinary masterpieces that melted in her mouth like wax.

All the merrymaking and socializing drained her. But the gentle talks, soft giggles that she shared with him, an extraordinary, priceless moment, seemed to charge her, rejuvenate her. A corner of her heart did hope for something to happen. But she hushed it, not wanting to spoil the casualness, the beauty of the simplicity that blew in the air between them.

It felt like existing in the setting of one of those Michael Faudet quotes, one of them particularly being emphasized by her mind.

"As our eyes meet, all-time seizes to exist. The dying second frozen like petals of red roses kissed by autumn frost."

Pooja's mind still reeled, falling freely into the void as passion and some unnamed emotion overtook them. His heart steady under the touch of her palm and hers racing under the touch of his. She would not be able to remove the unreal image from her idiot of a heart, even if she wanted to.

Sleep refused to come to her, even after calling it repeatedly. She sat up, relieving the memory, playing in front of her like a sepia movie on the silver screen. Eyes travelling around, only to fall on a bouquet kept neatly at one of the antique corner tables.

It was white lilies and purple orchids.

Pooja Sharma didn't know the language of flowers when she received them, with a tag casually signed as E. A vague tag like that did not help to know the actual sender. The man whom she kissed had a name beginning with E, the hotel she was staying in had a name beginning with E.

Hell, even the hospital she worked in had a name with the letter E.

But if she had known the language of flowers, she would have pinpointed the symbolism hidden in it.

The White Lily carrying the meaning of Purity, Sweetness while Purple Orchids a clear cut indicator of admiration and elegance.

She would have been able to tell which E had sent the delicately wrapped piece that now lay uncared for in the corner of her room.

Feelings overcrowded reason, and she found herself suffocated in the very room that seemed heavenly to her in the morning.

Slowly and silently, she walked away to find the solace which he or she could not give her, in nature.

Flashback ends

As the amaranthine ocean glistens, waves crash and the foamy water rushes to engulf her feet as she stood, hands wrapped around herself, she felt she had truly found solace. There was a spiral, an unending coil of memories, a string which, when pulled, tugged in emotions hidden in darkest corners, forgotten but related, all tied together.

It was surprising, enigmatic, how much the little brain of hers, the soft heart of hers, holds in them. A constant battle of reason and emotions ravage the tired battlefields of her body. How casually, reminiscences of a bygone day appears, flicker like the reflection in the mirror of the calm pond water, but remain clear through the ripples that spread on the surface from time to time. That's how memories work, still clear, still dear, even after passing through chaotic ripples of time.

As she reaches the end of the spiral, the helix of her thoughts, she finds herself even more astonished than she was when she reverted to the first pages of the memoirs of her stay in Boston.

It was just a minute, or a word or two. Always so insignificant.

Every ignored act added one upon another and resulted in the catastrophic mess of heartbreak and affection she found herself today.

The 2-minute Power Nap of her first day? It led to the 2-degree shift of the knife and the scar that her finger was tracing now.

That 2-degree shift led to the delay in her reaching the hospital?

It resulted in her meeting her mentor, which gave her the chance to do the thoracotomy with him, to experience how it felt when his hand enveloped hers.

Those two words that slipped as a nonchalant thought off her tongue? It was why she could know how Ethan Ramsey was, behind the tough exteriors, the short-tempered demeanour, how it felt to place her head gently on his shoulder, to wake up to his glowing face.

And that one minute past midnight, when she signed up for the challenge that would change her life? That is why she is here, hair ruffling and eyes glistening, the Leucos Moon reflecting on the glistening water, the crepuscule spread mystically around her. That is why she knew how it felt to be touched by him, kissed by him, to get lost in him.

When Edward Lorenz discovered the butterfly event, he had correlated mathematics and meteorology. Had he thought that the same butterfly effect had turned an unassuming intern's life upside down, pushed her so back in the void of circumstances that it was impossible to come back?

Just a 2-degree shift of a knife, and now she was here in Miami. Just like the unassuming butterfly's flap of wing, which now ravaged a storm through her life.

Glassy droplets make a slow trail down the curve of her cheeks and drop on the scar as if trying to meet the origin which has brought her to the coordinates of the present.

And even though she did not know what would happen in the days to come, she was happy, truly happy, for that shift of her knife and for the 2 minutes of the power nap.

For the butterfly effect of love.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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angstyclowns · 4 years ago

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[Omega Reader x Alpha Dragon Kirishima. Fluff.]

This small girl had one pup, and she was a single parent. It was hard here in the village to get money, she couldn't go to work since he had no babysitter, and couldn't get a babysitter cause she wasn't getting money from a job. That's when one day during a small walk with her baby in her arms, she saw a cave. She knew dragon's were possessive of their hoard but he really needed it for her and her baby. The dragon was out right now anyways. She ran in and grabbed a few thick gold bracelets, a big necklace, amd a few gems. She turned to leave when she saw the dragon.

((Can you write hcs for what happens next?))

How??? Did??? I??? Not??? see??? This????????

This also got really long so it’s under the cut!

Alpha! Dragon! Eijirou Kirishima x Single mom! Omega! Reader

Your heart was pounding as you held your pup in your arms, biting down chirp after chirp that your omega threatened you with.

your pup was snoring in your arms, still blissfully unaware of the imminent danger you had put you both in.

You just wanted a few jewels to sell, to feed yourself so you could feed your pup.

Your pup, Ryu (which, ironically, meant dragon) was so small, and so helpless.

He relied on you for everything-- which you were failing to give him.

Since you weren’t eating, you couldn’t produce breast milk. Since you couldn’t produce milk, you couldn’t feed Ryu.

It wasn’t Ryu’s fault, not yours either. You knew you weren’t ready for pups, but the dragon king (He went by All for one) decided that you were the perfect omega to carry his heir.

When your pregnancy didn’t show up immediately he threw you out, leaving you to fend for yourself.

You wanted to cry when your bump first started showing. You had no friends, family or income to help you with this pup.

you stuck with it though, and you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy; ruby eyes sharp and knowing and tufts of (H/C) being soft to the touch.

Now, you were afraid you’d never see those gorgeous eyes ever again.

You couldn’t see any way to get around the dragon without being burnt to a crisp.

You dropped the jewels a while ago but the dragon was still staring you down.

His eyes were like a darker version of Ryu’s.

He knelt till he was on his stomach, smoke puffing out of his nostrils.

You were frozen, clutching your son to your chest.

His eyes darted to you before going back to the ground, watching as you slowly sat.

He crawled closer, laying his head on you lap and nudging the bundle of pelts and fur in your arms.

You were shaking, but showed him Ryu nonetheless not wanting to anger the dragon.

At this time, your pup peeked his eyes open at the change in temperature.

His small hand had reached up, gently stroking the dragons upper lip crest.

The dragon purred deeply, setting you to ease while you slowly pulled the pelts down lower.

The dragon puffed small clouds of white smoke around the air, watching in joy when Ryu giggled.

It was calm for a few minutes before the dragon sat up, making you chirp as your clutched your now whining pup to your chest.

The dragon gave a whine but disappeared behind a mound of gold and jewels, soon reappearing in the form of a red-head young man.

he held a finger in front of his lips as he made his way to the entrance of the cave, a much larger male standing there.

He was buff with slicked back raven hair, glowering down at the red-head

“Kirishima. Your deadline has passed. Where is your mate?”

“Dabi- I just- I haven’t-”

You read in stories at the library, while you were pregnant with Ryu, that Dragons had mates to continue their bloodline, and that dragon councils set deadlines for dragons to find mates.

You bit your lip before standing, holding Ryu close as you approached the two.

“Kiri?”

Both dragons turned to face you, making your heart drop. The red-head seemed to panic as you approached him, nuzzling yourself into his neck, just close enough for you to whisper without the other dragon seeing or hearing.

“Play along, Ryu and I can help.”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist as you pulled away.

Yelling at your inner omega, you handed Ryu to Kirishima-- was that his name?--, watching as he nearly cried holding your pup.

“And who are you?”

You turned, facing the raven. “Y/N.”

“My-uh, My omega. She was just resting, ya know? Just given birth to our pup and all that?”

It sounded more like a question, but with the way Kirishima was holding your son in his strong arms and the duality of the red eyes staring at him, the raven couldn’t find it to see any faults with your stories.

He nodded with a snort, large bat wings spreading out behind him before he was taking off.

Neither of you moved before he was long out of sight, Kirishima letting out a breath of relief before handing your son back to you.

You took him with a small smile, Ryu immediately starting to cry when Kirishima let go of him.

Kirishima looked as if he just saw a kicked puppy when Ryu began crying, your rocking doing nothing to quell him.

You bit your lip before trying something, quickly-- but gently-- handing him back to Kirishima. And like magic...

Ryu stopped crying.

You laughed breathlessly. “Sorry... If you want to hold him till he falls asleep we’ll be out of your hair-”

“No!” Kirishima whined, quickly trying to back track. “I mean, uh, you guys look like you need some help, and if I can help return the favor, I’d love too. Until you get back on you feet at least?”

You smiled.

“That sounds like a plan.”

EXTRA:

“Ryu Kirishima, I swear on my horde’s heart if you break that-”

The crash that came after made Kirishima’s shoulder raise as a cringe shot up his spine.

Ryu turned out to be a hyperactive little shit pup that Eijirou immediately took under his wing.

He helped you when Ryu began crying in the middle of the night, allowing the scales that appeared in his human form to glow a low red as he rocked Ryu side to side.

He took the role of dad so perfectly, patching up cuts or scrapes with ease and teaching Ryu about every herb or spice that was in his territory.

When you began working and Ryu was old enough to be dropped off at the village’s daycare, you and Eijirou couldn’t find it in you to separate Ryu from his new found idol, nor you from him.

You found yourself falling for the dragon, who bashfully asked if you wanted to be his omega about two weeks after Ryu’s first birthday.

The rest was history.

“I’m so sorry, dad! I don’t know what happened, I tried walking away but these stupid wings keep popping or folding in and-”

Ryu was crying when Eijirou slowly brought him into a hug, his own wings coming to wrap around your- his son.

He hushed him before pulling away when the sniffles died down.

“I get. Getting your wings is hard, but you’re a Kirishima, if anyone can get it down, it’s my little man!”

“Yeah! I’m a man!” Ryu cheered, punching his chubby fist in the air as Eijirou laughed with him.

“That you are, now why don’t you go practice flexing those wing muscles?”

Ryu saluted him before running off further into the den, nearly knocking into you as you turned the corner.

Eijirou smiled as he stood from his crouched position, bringing you into a hug as he pecked your lips.

You were just as beautiful as the day he saw you and he continued thanking his lucky stars you were in his life.

“How’s our hatchling?”

“Just fine, alpha.”

Eijirou smirked at the term, nibbling on the lobe of your ear.

He may not be the father to all of your children, but by god he was their dad.

And your alpha.

What more could one dragon need?

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imagines-by-rose · 4 years ago

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New Recruit - Part 3

Hi, lovelies! So excited to post this chapter, I’ve been nit-picking and rewriting it for a while. Hopefully it paid off! Enjoy!

Summary: Y/n is brought into Kingsman as Lancelot after the events leading to Roxy’s death, and Eggsy is furious. As the two work together to stop a notorious jewel thief, however, attitudes change - and feelings develop.

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Genre: Angst w/ a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Kissing, Sexual Themes

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Eggsy had been adrift for some time now, enjoying the peaceful obscurity between wakefulness and sleep that can only come without a morning alarm -- a rarity, in his case. His eyes were closed, and he faintly registered a comfortable warmth on his side and a slight tickle by his nose.

Wait. What?

He reluctantly pried his eyes open, suddenly aware that he was not, in fact, in his stateroom. Unsure whether to move, he darted his gaze downward and was met with a tangled mess of loose h/c braids. Y/n was curled against him, her hand resting on his chest and her leg draped over his. Eggsy noticed his arm was laid beneath her, coming up to wrap around her waist.

If it weren’t for his rising urge to sneeze, he’d never move again.

He tried his best to keep still, using his free hand to rub his nose. His efforts must not have been enough, as y/n soon began to stir. Eggsy froze, not wanting the moment to end just yet. Y/n hummed softly into his chest, fingers lightly grabbing the fabric of his shirt as she nestled herself impossibly closer to him. She shifted her leg upwards as she did so, leaving a trail of fire on Eggsy's skin that grew near unbearable when her knee finally came to rest against the crotch of his pants.

If he weren’t fully awake before, he certainly was now. He felt his pants shift around him, embarrassment -- and excitement -- flushing his cheeks. Though, he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying this little conundrum he found himself in.

What should I do? I can’t wake her now. Dunno if I could handle another move like that, though.

He closed his eyes, half-heartedly willing the issue to go away. Y/n’s breathing was steady, giving him confidence that she’d stay asleep for a while longer, at least.

He sent her a smirk. You comfortable now, love? This what you wanted?

Y/n mumbled again. Eggsy grinned, unconsciously tightening his grip around her waist.

He happily resigned himself to his fate, taking in the views of her stateroom from his peculiar position. He was relieved to find a blanket thrown across the back of the sofa and brought it over himself. When he was satisfied with his work, he let himself relax, listening to y/n’s rhythmic breathing and her occasional dreamy hums.

I could get used to mornings like this, I think.

It wasn’t much longer until y/n began to stir again. Eggsy shut his eyes in childlike excitement, pretending to be asleep. He felt her head slowly lift from his chest as she groggily looked around. Her breath hitched -- she must have noticed where her leg was -- and Eggsy suppressed a chuckle. Y/n slowly raised herself, goosebumps littering Eggsy’s skin at the sudden absence of her warmth. He was about to ‘wake up’ when he felt her fingers affectionately brush his hair from his face and gently sift through his locks.

“Guess I fell asleep on you,” she whispered. Eggsy could hear the smile in her voice. “Sorry ‘bout that. Thanks for putting up with me. You’re a true Kingsman gentleman, Eggsy.”

It took everything he had to stay unresponsive when he felt her press a lingering kiss to his temple.

Her hand gave one final comb through his hair before she stood, her quiet footsteps retreating to the water closet. Eggsy finally allowed himself to open his eyes once he heard the door shut.

His face, to everyone’s curiosity, was beaming for the rest of the day.

* * * * * *

Eggsy knocked on y/n’s door later that evening, his spy gear discreetly equipped within his black tuxedo disguised as subtle, emerald green accents which Merlin specifically selected for the mission.

“Ready to go, love? Merlin said to be at the car in fifteen minutes.”

“Just a second!”

Eggsy found himself speechless when she appeared in the doorway. Y/n was dressed in a matching emerald gown, the matte velvet draping elegantly over her features. A long slit up the skirt revealed soft s/c skin, and her sparkling heels added a bit of height -- the top of her head now reaching Eggsy’s chin rather than his shoulder.

Bloody hell, she’s stunning.

Y/n seemed frazzled, nervous for her first mission. “Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m just trying to get this damn necklace on. I’ve never been very good with this kind of clasp. You’d think Merlin would’ve known that when he picked this outfit for me. He’s a spy for God’s sake!”

After another failed attempt, she huffed in frustration. “Would you mind…?” she asked, handing Eggsy the necklace in defeat.

Words struggled to return to him. “O-oh. Yeah, sure.”

Y/n turned around. The gown’s halter neck left her back bare, fabric pooling teasingly just below the curve of her spine. Eggsy stared open-mouthed, unable to think clearly.

What am I doing again?

Y/n laughed after a moment, looking over her shoulder. “Eggsy? You there?”

He blinked. “Yeah, sorry. Just let me--”

Eggsy carefully moved her hair out of the way, his fingers brushing over her neck as he did so. Y/n’s breath stilled at the touch. He took his time with the necklace; the feeling of her skin and the faint sound of her gasp left his hands clumsy.

She turned back with a quick “cheers” once he was finished, smiling brightly at him.

God, she’s so fucking cute.

He cleared his throat, trying to collect himself. “Well, so much for Merlin not wanting us to draw any unnecessary attention,” he joked. “You’re an angel if there ever was one, y/n. You’ll put that diamond to shame, an’ all.”

Her smile turned sheepish and she blushed. It was Eggsy’s new favorite color, he decided.

Y/n took a playful step back against the wall and studied him, eyes wandering over his body. “You clean up rather well too, y‘know, if I do say so myself. That tailored suit of yours is doing wonders for you.”

Eggsy felt a rush of confidence, his attitude growing bold.

“Oh yeah?” he stepped towards her with a smirk, nearly closing the distance between them. He leant his forearm against the wall, arching over her. His head dipped by her ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “You like what you see, love?”

Y/n stood her ground, acutely aware of the warmth pooling in her stomach. A flirty gilt shone in her eyes as she raised her head in challenge.

“And if I do?”

Eggsy grazed his lips teasingly below her ear, his soft skin leaving feather-light touches against her jaw. She could feel his body heat as he towered over her. Y/n tried her best to keep her composure, not wanting him to know just how much he was affecting her.

His voice rumbled in his throat. “Then maybe we should do somethin’ about it, eh?”

Y/n caught her breath after a moment. “Hmm, I don’t know…” she tried to tease, her thoughtful hum sounding far more sensual than she would’ve liked, much to Eggsy’s amusement. “I-- I think I might need a bit more convincing.” She drew in sharply when his lips found her collarbone, his hand moving to draw delicate lines up and down the center of her exposed back. Her chest heaved in excitement. “I mean, you didn’t even bring me flowers, or try to serenade me, or--”

He let out a growl as he captured her lips in his. She chirped in surprise before easing her body into him, knees buckling. Eggsy quickly snaked his arm around her waist to support her, his hand slipping just beneath the fabric of her gown. She moaned when his tongue pushed past her lips, a sound he was determined to draw from her again. Y/n’s hands made their way into his hair, fingers sifting through his golden tufts. It drove him crazy.

Needing to feel closer to her, Eggsy brought his arms beneath her thighs and lifted her up against the wall. She squealed, her legs eagerly wrapping around his waist. Eggsy reveled in her laugh, momentarily losing himself in her gaze.

When he was sure she was comfortable, his lips returned to her neck with a newfound intensity. Y/n tilted her head gratefully to give him access. Her quivering gasps sounded in his ear and he felt her legs tighten around him when he reached a particularly sensitive spot.

Oh, she’s gonna be the death of me.

He trailed kisses up along her jawline before sealing his lips to hers once more. Eggsy could feel himself losing control when she took his lower lip between her teeth. He pulled away and carefully set her down before he was unable to stop himself, heavy breaths prattling against each other’s flushed skin.

Y/n let out an airy laugh. “Well this won’t do. I’ve made a real mess of your hair, haven’t I?” She made an unsuccessful effort to smooth it back, the tip of her tongue darting out in concentration. Eggsy didn’t think she even knew she was doing it. He stared in awe, delight tugging at the corners of his lips.

So she always does that when she’s focused. Adorable.

He brought his hands to cup her face, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. She stilled, her lips parting as her attention was drawn to his warm stare. Y/n let her hands fall against his chest and leant into him, looking up into his green eyes through her lashes. His gaze softened in admiration. He never wanted to look at anything else.

Eggsy slowly brought his lips to hers once more, heated swells giving way to long, tender strokes. She matched his movements with ease, the two allowing their emotions to flood into the kiss. His hands roamed down her neck, her arms, her sides, before finally resting on her hips. He pulled her flush against him, smiling happily when he felt her arms wrap around his neck to further deepen their embrace.

“Ahem. I see you two have been practicing your newlywed act.”

The two jumped apart, their wide eyes staring at Merlin like deer in headlights.

He chuckled. “Though, you may want to straighten yourselves up a bit. Disheveled hair and smeared lipstick aren’t exactly fitting for this sort of event.”

Y/n put her hands over her face and whined in embarrassment. Eggsy laughed heartily, placing a comforting arm around her waist. He wiped his thumb across his lips in an attempt to remove the lipstick.

“Guess we got a bit carried away, bruv. It’s your fault for choosing this dress for her, Merlin, you devil!”

Merlin smiled knowingly, giving Eggsy a wink.

“The event is in an hour. I’ll meet you both at the car in five minutes.”

Eggsy and y/n shared a giddy laugh once Merlin left, rolling their eyes when his shout traveled down the hallway.

“And you two had better have your clothes on!”

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A/N: Hokay, my first attempt at writing anything remotely saucy. As always, I hope you enjoyed it! I’m currently working on part 4, and plan to have that out sometime next week.

‘Til next time!

#eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy unwin #eggsy imagine #Kingsman #kingsman imagine #merlin #fluff #taron egerton

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regulusfate · 4 years ago

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I would give you the world, if you would look at me

Salric (Godric x Salazar)

For Jules’ (ig: @/siriuspads) 2.5k writing competition

Ten years old and Godric Gryffindor met his oldest friend by accident.

He followed a wisp, a small swirl of magic just short of a whisper spreading through the parched landscape. Bare with the dry season, tufts of brown left in the wake of dying grass, bleeding their blades to the grave of dirt. The day was a warm one, with a dry heat that brushed dust against his clothes and threatened to choke his throat should he dare open his mouth.

His fæder had pulled up along the cobblestone streets, the small town so seemingly out of place, as if the empty of it all stretched far and wide and sunk the peels of laughter to nothing more than an echo lost for the wild.

It was full of muggles. The word still felt strange on his lips, it tasted of the grapes that weren’t quite sweet enough and not so sour, an imbalance like the lack the of rain that had fallen in the last moon cycle. One of the first words he’d learnt to write, scratched on thin parchment with his scrawl that jerked a little in his fingers and lost its curl half way through as the momentum of his movements drained and his fingers cramped.

The horse beneath him stirred, and Godric bit down on his lip, it’s tender edge slowly being thwarted by his teeth as he gripped the reigns harder, and waited on the edge. He was told him to wait there, and so he did, shifting restlessly with the threatening of acid to roll up his leg and into his thigh.

The muggles watched him, and so he moved his eyes away.

Something swam hazily in his vision, the air growing more stuffy, still with intention and hot with the bearing teeth of the sun, he bit his lip once more and felt it split with the shock of pain that sparked through his cheek.

He decided to climb down, before he did any more damage to his face.

His boots hit the dusty trail, and he’d hardly risen a clammy hand to dab the blood away, when he saw him.

A soft curl of hair first, pitched black like the deepest night and swept ever gentler in the low breeze that washed over his face, moving the silky head of hair to look up. Across the dying landscape, there were few patches of greenery left, even those fading with each day. But the figure was pressed flat into the ground, hiding precariously behind the few bloated strains of weed left, and limbs following the curve of the ground downwards in the small ditch that Godric was sure he had not seen.

But he should’ve done, it was right in the line of sight from which they rode up the dusty paths, he would’ve seen the boys back at least, or the head of hair that seemed to add a dash of colour to the shades of brown dripping around them.

“Who are you?” His voice faltered a little, throat wilting with the hot air but that would not outweigh the shiver of curiosity that ran through him.

The boy, for Godric was sure it was, though the edge of his gaze seemed partly shimmered by thirst that wove its way into the forefront of his mind, hesitated for a moment.

“Who are you?” Godric imported again, careful to straighten his shoulders and tug his chin a little higher, decorum decorum and dear circe he was thirsty.

“Whose asking?” The boy remarked, his skin pale even in the deep warmth of the sun, and with audacity to curl his lips into a smirk.

Audacity, he wasn’t sure what it meant but Godric thought it sounded smart in his head, so that’s what mattered as he licked his lips and clutched tighter to the reigns hanging down at his side. There was a hum of magic that followed them, all the way from the tree’s of the moors and the wetter winds, swept between the silence and through the leaves and the clouds and sticking to the leather of his boots.

And here and now, he could feel it. Later, years on, he might have describe a ghostly presence to keep all eyes entailed on his rich drip of words, but those years would wait for them to come.

The other boy stared at him, without moving, and that looked entirely too uncomfortable. Eyes of a light grey, wide and innocent but an all too striking smirk dancing with the light of mischief and one he would with time come to regard with an amused trepidation.

“Did you follow us?” Godric demanded suddenly, and even the change surprised himself, from a wary hesitance to the sharp rush of fear that almost tripped at his feet, and a crash sounded somewhere out of sight.

Even to their childlike gaiety, the world was cruel in so simpler a way.

The boy gave some sort of amused noise at the back of his throat, half caught in a daze of worry that strapped itself across his face, not quite so defined features catching the glance of the sun, beginning to tinge with a reddish blemish.

“I don’t even know you.” He remarked back with some incredulity and Godric gave what he hoped was a hard stare and if the swift succession from concern to humour on the other boys face was anything to go by - he had failed.

“I’m Godric.” He conceded bitterly, half unsure why he was telling, half dampened to the fact that now he’d accused the boy he couldn’t not tell. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Call me Zar.” Those eyes still flamed with some vibrant spark of .. fun.

“But that’s not your name?” Godric concluded quickly, eyebrows knitting together with a rise of frustration and he was sure the boy was tricking him.

“Yes and no,” came the annoyingly cheerful reply, and then the boy Zar stood up, brushing his hands of the crumbling chalk leaving a soft pattern of white on his fingers.

“What are you doing here?” Godric asked sullenly, resisting the urge to swing himself back up on the horse to place a bigger height difference, as Zar scrambled up the small incline and they found themselves with fewer inches between their heads. Resisting because he wasn’t sure could get his leg back over without help.

“Observing!” And suddenly he sounded excited, and Godric wanted to take a step back.

“Observing what?” He asked warily, and Zar grinned, something childish splitting across his face.

“I never did find out.” The soft pattering of rain drew him from his thoughts, sliding down the windows in a gentle haste, and he stretched his aching limbs with soft pops.

“Find out what?”

Deep, with the tinge of a drawl and the smothering of an accent, Salazar’s voice familiar by the smallest sound and penetrating through the darkest storm cloud that may arise in his mind.

“What you were observing that day.” Godric asked, a curious smile spreading across his lips, their shoulders almost touching as Lord Slytherin came to rest by his side where he escaped the centre of echos of the Yule celebrations and slipped to the back of the room, to take a moment of content peace.

A familiar smirk propped up on his face, one of great infuriation to all who knew him and Godric was no exception despite Salazar’s charms, rolling his eyes before the man could even talk. They didn’t need to elaborate, this had been a question tossed between them for many a year.

“Your fine specimen-“

“Salazar-!”

“Of a horse.”

Godric scowled, but it fell quickly as they jostled a little in place, shoulders bumping.

“I’ll let you know one day.”

A soft murmur, more than he’d given clue too in a long time, and smithing swelled in Godric’s chest before it halted mid rise, and something cold shivered down his spine. They were no stranger to the working of the world now, this was the third term their school had been open, the days of spring were almost upon them, but they had seen enough to last a life time even so. He hoped, one day, if he ever got the answer, it wouldn’t be something he would come to hate.

“You worry too much Ric,” Salazar clapped his shoulder, spoken in light gesture but something shadowed stirred in their eyes. They would be fools to ignore the rising tensions, they knew what hate could do. “Enjoy the festivities my friend.”

One day their roles would be reversed. Godric couldn’t see that coming, but he saw something sadder, as his friend, his partner, swept through the circle of students scattered waiting for a dance, amongst the warming glow of candles and swept Helga away in a twirl. Sadder because he could feel it, that same hum of magic from all those years ago, it pulled the, together like glue and kept them stuck. And it felt at its lightest, at its brightest when they were side by side.

His shoulder tingled for a moment, as Godric always felt with every touch Slytherin gave to him, and the goblet in his hand felt a little heavier for weight.

He gave a weary sigh and moved to join the fun, his eyes unconsciously following Salazar’s moves. He would come to lose that elegance in the war they would fight. Godric could never hope to understand what he felt towards the man, at least he never felt he would, he just followed wherever that him of magic took him, and was always lead right back there, to his waiting gaze.

“I met my soulmate when I met you !” A high laugh, hands fumbling, one of Rowena’s wards stood mighty and not so tall on the table, with a hasty attempt to dip her friend into some sort of kiss, and the boy cried out in surprise. One of his own, the red glint catching absently in his gaze as he halted.

“But you did not.” He breathed to himself, with something uncomfortable that prickled at the back of his neck, and Godric found he could not look away from the his two friends dancing across the hall. But you did not.

Not for the first time did he wonder if Salazar was ever likely to look at another the way Godric wished he would see him.

See him with love.

#harrypotter #hp fandom #hp ficlet #hp founders era #hogwarts founders #godric #godric gryffindor #salazar slytherin #salric #godric x salazar #harry potter fandom #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

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bittywitches · 4 years ago

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Gone in the Night - Pt. 1

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Summary: Y/N and the twins are looking for a fun Halloween adventure, but it seems they’ve gotten more than they bargained for.

Warnings: Explicit Language

Word Count: 3k

A/N: It’s finally here! Hope you guys enjoy this spooky treat <3

Tags - @brockdolan @livelaughlolobelle @grxysgxrl @guiltydols

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The house itself should have been enough of a warning.

It was an old building, the only one in the neighbourhood that hadn’t been torn down to be reconstructed into bigger houses with much less yard space. It’s grey and blackened wooden walls looked brittle. It seemed unreasonable that the house hadn’t toppled over in the late evening breeze, but it stood firm. Even so, it was uninhabitable still, as the skirting around the sides had been torn off. The front porch, however, looked like it had been torn up and out of the ground as if it were a vegetable a farmer had carelessly plucked out of his garden. The wooden support legs from the front could be seen halfway up, pulled through the earth. In Y/N’s mind it seemed only plausible for something like a tornado, maybe an earthquake to have caused that kind of damage, though she knew that wasn’t possible. While California had many earthquakes year round, usually none were great enough to cause too much damage. Plus, she had a deep feeling that this had nothing to do with unpredictable weather. That feeling made her want to puke.

The railing of the porch stood up at an awkward angle, some of the poles snapped and broken, other’s splintered. The backside, the part connected to the house and leading to the door, had sunken into the dirt, so the entire surface was tilted. Looking at it from the front, seeing the empty dark space below the base with the support beams sticking out of the ground, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like the weird positioning of the porch disturbingly resembled a mouth. She found herself leaning to the side, looking past the beams and the staircase into the empty abyss below the porch, as if waiting for something to appear. It seemed childish looking back on it later, but she was half-expecting a pair of glowing yellow eyes to materialize. But she shook her head, scolding herself, because the only thing she’d probably find under there would be a family of raccoons.

The more she stared at the house however, the more things she found that eerily resembled a face. The dirty and tinted windows at the top with their broken shutters and cracked glass felt like a pair of old eyes, watching as people passed by. There was a dormer that was conveniently placed almost directly center of those windows further down, looking like a crooked nose. She could barely see the top of the roof, but noticed missing shingles, underneath them being ashy gray squares, as if bald spots on this menacing figure. And of course, the deep and dark mouth of the porch with it’s rusty wooden teeth did nothing but send shivers up her spine.

Her sickly feeling only intensified when she realized how starkly this reminded her of 29 Neibolt street. This house, however, did not have a number; she could faintly see the markings of a number near the front door, but the metal plates had either been teared off too long ago for the contrast of the wood to show, or the degeneration of the house over time had simply just taken its effect. Either way, Y/N surely was not eager to look back under the porch now; for if she were to be faced with a sickly leper, she’d most definitely shit her pants.

“So, what’ll it be?”

Y/N and her two friends stood on the front lawn of the lean dwelling, the grass beneath them dry and crunching beneath their feet with each step they had taken. It was funny; she wasn’t really sure how they’d even ended up here in the first place. She remembered them deciding to go buy pumpkins… Grayson was eager not to put off decorating any longer. They’d piled into the car, but… had they bought the pumpkins?

“I don’t know man, these are a bit pricey.” Y/N finally looked away from the house at the sound of Ethan’s voice, only for her attention to be caught by the eager man flaunting the tickets in their face.

That’s right, tickets. This was an event of sorts. A haunted house? Something like that, she thought he had said.

“Why, but it’s a buy one get two free special, you won’t find anything else out there,” he spoke, more directly to Y/N than the twins behind her. Of course, they’d been walking down the street- but why again? Was this near the patch they were going to? Whatever the case, the man had seen them passing by, stopped them with his vivacious attitude and grand voice, barking about the great deal on these tickets.

Y/N looked at the man. He wasn’t a pleasant sight to see. His sunken and hollow eyes seemed almost skeletal, his pale skin an ashy color against the darkening sky. He was tall, unsettlingly tall for a man who looked ancient. He was around 6’1, bordering 6’2, which only freaked Y/N out even more considering he loomed over the twins, the two of whom she’d always thought herself to be quite large. The man’s lanky body parts seemed disproportionate to his narrow frame, his bony arms dangling awkwardly from his sides, his hands seeming too big for them. The wrinkled fingers of his left hand gripped firmly onto the tickets, though they did not crinkle or bend under his touch. They alone seemed to be the one thing in front of her that were crisp, clean, perfect. Almost too perfect, and it hit her in a bad way, almost as much as the outfit the old man had on.

His outfit was one you’d see a vintage carnival worker wearing, one who sat inside a ticket booth at the front of a circus, for example. He wore a stiff white dress shirt, blindingly white compared to his stale fingernails and his yellowing, stained, and chipped teeth that showed with every creepy, crooked grin. The shirt was much too large for him, however, the cuffs of the sleeves coming down to his thumbs. But it didn’t feel like it was too big; no, it felt like the man had shriveled up in his clothes, withered down into the frail man he was within the cotton. He had a crisp suit vest on top, with white and red stripes running down vertically. It too seemed weird, awkward, almost like a protective guard more than a piece of clothing. A bright red bow tie was tied at the base of his neck, matching the color of his shoes, but much of them were covered by his overly large white pants. The same pattern of colours were seen on his top hat. It had a short and flat top with a narrow brim, a pattern of red and white lines going around it.

Now, all of this Y/N could get by with. So the man was a little strange, and he was a bit eager to get rid of the tickets in his hand. What was the big deal?

But there was just something about his face that irked her. The details of his wrinkles, the spots on his forehead, the random tufts of hair from his ears and his nose, the dangling ear lobes and the non-existent eyebrows. His sunken in eyes, almost swallowed by his skin, the bags of them highlighting the yellowing whites even more. His terrible cackle, his horrifying grin. All of these things, but something deeper, some other visceral gut reaction within her told her that something was off. She just couldn’t place it.

“What do you say, my lady?” The old man garbled one more time, raising an eyebrow and giving her a toothy grin, only making her shudder once more. The man raised a frail arm towards the house, gesturing towards the door.

“A haunting experience awaits.”

Y/N’s eyes followed his arm and his gaze, settling on the tall black door resting shut. It gave her a similar vibe to the void under the porch, like something was lurking just past that thin piece of wood. It was an ebony black, a stark contrast to the greying planks of the house. You’d expect the paint to be chipping, but it looked like a fresh coat. It actually seemed to be the one thing from the house that hadn’t been touched by age, other than…

The staircase.

God, why hadn’t she noticed the stair case?

While the porch had been ripped well out of the ground, the staircase leading up to it, the one she had leaned to look around into the darkness under there, was perfectly intact. The wood was still perfectly symmetrical, no splinters, no cracks. It had a different hue compared to the rest of the wood, it didn’t look aged, weathered, or beaten up like the rest of the house did. But how did she not notice it? She swore she looked at it when they first passed by… she’d seen a squirrel scurry across it. It hadn’t looked this new then, did it? No, it seemed blended into the rest of the house, but now… It was distinguishable. It had a presence.

It was still connected to the porch, but somehow still firmly grounded into the earth. This seemed impossible to Y/N, if it was still connected, shouldn’t it also be ripped out of the ground? Wouldn’t there be cracks in the wood from the pressure?

Apparently not. All Y/N could think was that the staircase felt like a long, winding creature. A snake or a serpent grasping onto both ends of this creepy house and the world in front of it, growing and shrinking along with it’s changes to keep it anchored to reality. To provide a pathway to what lies within.

But then again, it could just be her imagination. She had been watching a lot of scary movies recently.

She turned to look behind her at the broad twins, them in their sweaters and sweatpants, Ethan with his hands stuffed into his pockets and Grayson with his hoisted on his hips.

“Sounds like it’ll be fun.” Grayson piped in, a small smile appearing on his face. Y/N’s eyes fluttered over to Ethan’s, and he gave an encouraging nod as well.

She sighed. It was the Halloween season. What better time to get spooked? “Alright. Why not?” She replied and took two wrinkled twenty-dollar bills from the wallet she had stuffed into her back pocket, and handed it to the man, who let out a screechy giggle when he plucked it from her fingers. He placed the three white tickets into Y/N’s hand, leering at her almost maliciously all the while, making her shrivel back.

“A wonderful decision, you won’t regret it.” The man almost carelessly stuffed the money into his back pocket, then clapped his dry hands together.

“Alright folks, “ He threw his arm up in an over the top gesture, His voice seeming to magnify in volume as he did so. “Step through the Stygian door to discover what awaits. Remember-” His other hand came up to suddenly grip Y/N’s arm, his cold palm making her gasp. He drew her close to him, his crooked nose inches from hers when he gave her another foul grin.

“Time is precious.”

He released her, and she stumbled back into the two boys behind her, their arms coming up to keep her balance.

The man stepped back from them, spreading his arms out in a demonstrative gesture as he did.

“Good luck,” he cackled, stopping when his foot met the pavement of the road. He tipped his hat at them and bowed, looking up one last time so they could meet his old eyes. “And have fun escaping.”

A sudden screech came from behind the group, causing Y/N to jump once more, and the three whipped their heads towards the house. A murder of crows squawked and cawed as they flew from the roof of the house, somehow still clear in the darkening sky. There were so many, it seemed like they were spilling out from inside the house.

Y/N let out a nervous chuckle. “Alright, you sure put a lot of effort into your effects-” she turned around.

But the man was gone.

Another shiver went down her spine. She decided to push that feeling of unease away, however, sure that it was just an act the man was putting up for extra effect.

“That guy gave me the creeps,” Ethan mumbled, and Y/N chuckled at him half-heartedly before clearing her throat.

“Alright, come on.” She and the twins made their way towards the house.

Y/N hesitated before stepping onto the stairs, cautious of the darkness so close to her now, even more aware of the strangeness of the porch’s architecture.

But she shook her head. She wasn’t going to let a bundle of nerves stop her from having a fun Halloween experience.

She and the boys walked up the steps, the three of them irked that they didn’t hear the expected moans of the floor-boards.

Y/N took a deep breath. She grabbed the black door knob, twisted it, pushed it open, then stepped over the gap caused by the sunken porch, and into the house.

“What in the Hocus Pocus is this?” Ethan asked, getting a laugh out of her and releasing the tension in her tight shoulders.

Inside, they were greeted with a furnished living room, though it still didn’t look like anyone had lived here in decades. The paint was chipping, wallpaper was peeling, the room just felt musty and old. The walls and ceiling were a yellowy colour, with stains covering many spots. A deep maroon carpet at their feet covered the dark brown planks of the floor, and extended into the center of the room, leading to the old rustic looking couches and coffee table arranged in the middle. A fireplace was placed at the left wall, soot covering the insides and surrounding area, much like the dust covering almost every other surface. A mounted deer rested high above the fireplace, feeling like a sort of gatekeeper for the room they had just entered. It’s dark beady eyes shouldn’t have bothered Y/N as much as they did.

“This is literally some rich dead old white guy’s house.” Grayson finished his brother’s thought, walking into the room, which was dank and dark, the window at the back of the room not helping at all since it had grown late.

“So your guys’ house in fifty years or so.” She followed him, Ethan at her heels behind her.

Ethan scoffed. “Shut up.” He walked past one of the couches, dragging his finger across the leather material only to recoil when he saw how much dust he’d picked up.

“Okay, so where do we start?” Grayson asked, squatting down beside the coffee table. “We’re probably looking for something escape-roomy. A key? A button? Switch?” He ducked his head under it, probably to see if there was anything on the underside.

“I guess so.” She walked past him towards the fireplace, the cobblestone border and burnt up kindling seeming to call at her.

Ethan headed over to a cabinet against the back wall, with some ornate frames settled atop it. Grayson, after finding nothing, got up and walked over to the opposite side of the room, stopping in front of an oak door. He tried the handle, but it was locked. He turned back towards Y/N, and nodded towards the door. “I’m assuming we’re trying to figure out how to get this thing open. To actually start this whole thing up.”

“It’s locked?” Ethan asked.

Grayson rolled his eyes. “No, I just pretended it was for shits and giggles. Yea, dick-for-brains, it’s locked.”

“Damn okay jeez,” He muttered, turning back to the cabinet. “Don’t know what’s got you all worked up.”

Grayson breathed out. “Sorry. Think I’m just a little on edge. Didn’t think I’d be this spooked already.” He turned back to the door, jiggling the handle again before letting his hand fall.

“Yea, that guy was weird…” Y/N crouched down beside the fireplace, leaning her head in to get a better look.

“He looked a million years old.” Grayson added, his voice sounding distant behind her.

“Haha, yea-” Y/N turned her head to the side to look up through the chimney, thinking there may be something hidden up there, only for her eyes to meet two beady red ones.

“Holy SHIT!” She yelled, and screamed when a pair of fluttering leather wings shot down through the chimney and into her face, making her fall on her front into the charcoal and soot of the fireplace.

“Fuck it’s a BAT!” Ethan yelled, flinching away from the spazzing creature.

“GET IT OFF!!” Y/N screeched, pushing herself up and swatting her arms around her. Grayson ran forward to try and help, but the creature swooped down and stuck it’s tiny claws into Y/N’s back pocket, grabbing the three white tickets. Before Grayson could reach it, it flew up into the air, then darted to the other side of the room.

“Are you okay??” Ethan asked, rushing towards Y/N.

“No! That was a fucking BAT-” but she and the boys were interrupted by a loud rattling sound. They turned their heads to see the oak door shaking, almost vibrating, when it finally slammed open with an enormous whooshing sound, a sudden burst of air and wind shooting through the doorway causing the door to slam against the wall, chips of the crumbling paint falling to the floor along with a cloud of dust forming when it did so. The tiny bat, somehow hovering right in front of the door, seemingly unaffected by the currents coming through, flew through the door into the darkness of the other room, still clutching the three tickets in its claws, blending into the sea of black.

The three friends blinked. Slowly, Y/N got up, doing her best to dust herself off before turning to the two brothers, the shocked expressions on their faces still apparent.

“Well,” She pressed her lips together. “I guess it’s begun.”

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And when the sun comes up, you’ll find a brand new god.

Chapter 2

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ao3 tws! combat and gore

He didn’t remember hitting the ground. Techno opened his eyes and was lying on a stone floor. Walls of the same rough hewn material rose far above the hunter’s eye sight. The only thing he could see above the walls was a beacon of golden light. A clear goal was set before him; he had to get to the light to complete the trial.

The cursed man redrew his weapon. The item emerged a one handed sword. The edge of the blade was coated in shimmering blood. He didn’t know how badly an axe to the chest would hurt a god, but Techno let himself take comfort in the fact that it could be injured. But also felt a bolt of anxiety shoot through him. Techno had killed many things. The only other thing that had ever bled gold was himself.

Technoblade kept the weapon in his hand, and delved into the rounded maze.

Sticking to the right wall, Techno dragged the tip of his sword along the curving stone. The magic weapon cut a divot into the stone. Any normal blade would have dulled after minutes of the abuse. The monster hunter smirked to himself and continued walking. The horrible noise of crystal against stone cried out behind him.

He’d had the sword for thousands of years and it was still as sharp as the day he’d woken up with it on his hip. After a bit of walking and a few split paths, the maze widened into a room about 20 feet across. The floor was carved into ascending stone steps with a cockatrice asleep in the center.

Following the curve of the room wall, he crept towards the threshold that would take him and out back out into the labyrinth. As he placed one foot through the doorway, something hissed behind him. Technoblade threw himself to the side as the cockatrice lunged at where he’d been moments before.

The reptilian rooster sailed through the air and landed in the hallway in front of the him. The bird turned back around to face its opponent, brilliant plumage shimmering in the low light. The monster hunter made eye contact as he brandished his sword.

A shiver ran down his spine. After a moment, the cockatrice lunged again. The sword severed its neck easily. Blood splattered Techno’s front. He turned around without another thought, leaving the still moving body of the monster seizing on the stone floor.

The monster hunter was certain that he’d been wandering for days by the time the winding passages opened up again. His eyes had fully adjusted and the red blood had dried on his clothes and sword. He faced a gray gryphon.

The beautiful creature was wide awake in the center of the stone arena. Snarling and flaring its wings, the monster tried to scare off the man. Techno noticed that the largest feathers on the tips of its wings were missing. The animal was grounded without its flight feathers. Techno shifted the grip on his sword. Gryphons were smart creatures. They’d flee if they were outclassed with nothing on the line.

He kept the blade between him and the creature as he edged around the circular space. Reaching the exit of the room, the monster hunter tried to back out the opening. His back hit something solid.

The gray gryphon in front of him lashed its tail, and let out a warning warble. Techno risked a glance behind him. A golden barrier illuminated wherever he touched it. Ripples emerged from the points of contact, and bounced stone surrounding the barrier, illuminating it even when he was no longer touching it.

An avian shriek throttled his attention. The monster hunter threw himself into a roll as the gryphon lunged at him, slamming hard into the barrier as well. For Technoblade, that impact solidified the intention of his trial.

After he’d tried to not kill the cockatrice, Wilbur wasn’t going to let him avoid another fight. He’d have to kill the gryphon if he wanted to move on. This was a trial by combat.

Getting back to his feet, the monster hunter gave his opponent a moment to do the same. Again, the gryphon lept. Techno swung, and the blade severed two digits from its front right claw as smoothly as running a butter knife through an open jar of honey. The creature’s other talon tore through the soft part of his stomach. The gryphon slammed him into the floor, disemboweling him. He lost his grip on the sword. Rearing back, the bird dug its beak into his abdominal cavity, tearing the man to shreds.

Through the pain, Techno lashed out with his feet. He landed a kick somewhere. The gryphon cried out in pain, and pulled its head out of the man’s golden entrails. His left hand made contact with the hilt of his sword.

Techno grabbed the weapon and swung it over his body, fully severing the dismembered limb and taking off the tip of the monster’s beak. The bird reared on its back legs in agony. Pressing his hand to his ravaged organs, he staggered to his feet.

The creature kept its bleeding stump pulled close to its chest. The monster hunter could already feel the uncomfortable warmth rising in his torso and the bleeding slowing. Hissing, the gryphon staggered towards Techno with an uneven gate. He dodged towards its injured side. The bird extended its wing to hit him.

The sword sunk easily through the limb and bone, separating it at the joint. Pulling all the way through the muscles of the wing, Techno changed the trajectory of the blade and slashed through the animal’s tail near the base. The man stumbled to a stop against the wall. He was coated in his own blood as well as the blood of his enemy.

Any intelligence in the monster’s eyes had vanished. Its ear tufts were soundly pressed against its head and its pupils were slits. It attacked with a savagery that even surprised the monster hunter. There were no breaks between its assaults, and Techno only got in a few minor cuts before the gryphon pinned him to the floor and mauled him.

After a period that Techno could only imagine, the monster fell on its side. The blood from its severed limbs covered the room. It was still bleeding heavily from the stumps. Getting to his feet, the cursed man redrew his sword.

The magnificent creature’s breathing was labored. Its gray feathers were coated in both the man’s golden blood and its own red fluid. Sentience and fear had slithered back into the gryphon’s yellow eyes.

The monster hunter carefully ran his hand over the wounded animal’s torso. Finding the gap in the ribs that should lead to the heart, he readied his sword. With a final strike, the gryphon gave up the fight.

He left the sword in the beast’s side and staggered towards the exit.

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had been torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

The barrier didn't stop him.

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Tommy looked away from projection.

“Well, that wasn’t very pretty.”

The young god was sitting on the surface of one of Wilbur’s signature pillars in the void of his domain. Another, smaller dais had risen from the center, and with a light projection showing Technoblade’s movements on top of it. Wilbur was standing off to the side, swiping his hands through floating images showing different pieces and aspects of the labyrinth trial.

“It usually isn’t. Most people don’t walk out of a fight with a gryphon, period.”

Tommy looked back at the feed playing in front of him. He propped his head on his hand, and watched the bloodied man delve back into the dark maze. He was quiet for a moment, before asking, “He’s not human, is he?”

Wilbur shook his head. “No. He’s definitely a god.”

“You know what he is?”

“Nope. Probably something combat related because he heals incredibly fast.” Wilbur rubbed his shoulder, thinking about how the axe had sunken in. The wound had closed in a few days, but the joint still ached slightly. It had been a long time since the music god had been injured.

The younger of the two snorted. “Dream will be happy about that. He hasn’t had anyone good to fight in a while.” He wafted his hand through the display in front of him. Tubbo had joined him when Wilbur had invited them to watch Techno fight the cockatrice, but his friend had turned down the invitation after he’d been told this fight would be even bloodier.

Pushing himself up from his sitting position, Tommy walked over to look at what his brother was messing with.

“Do you have anything else planned so far?”

The movements of Wilbur’s hands hesitated for a moment, but picked back up as he answered with, “I was planning on having him face a sphinx, but he kinda seems like a meat head. Would probably just fight his way through it.”

Tommy nodded. “I can see that.”

“I’ll probably give him one more big opponent, and then call this trial good and work on the next one.”

“Ooooo,” Tommy leaned in closer to look at his brother’s projects. “Can I know what the monster will be?”

Wilbur smirked. “Nope.” He ignored the other god’s antics of throwing his hands in the air and storming away from Wilbur.

The god of music turned away from his project to look at his little brother. “You’ll just have to wait until Technoblade finds it.”

Groaning dramatically, Tommy plopped back down beside the projection. It had only been a few minutes and all of the monster hunter’s wounds had already healed.

He was quiet for a moment, before saying, “You’ll come get me again, right? Like when he finds the next monster?”

Wilbur nodded. “Of course. I’m probably gonna bring a few others as well.”

“Can you tell me who?”

“Phil and Dream.”

“Fuck yeah! They’ll love this.”

A smile slid onto Wilbur's face. His brother's enthusiasm was infectious. Tommy was the god of excitement and entertainment, after all.

The music god hid his smile by turning back to his work. “Now get out of my hair.” Wilbur waved a hand towards Tommy without turning around. He felt something shift, indicating that Tommy had been banished from the domain.

Standing up straighter, Wilbur fully focused his attention back to the task at hand.

He had to start working on the next one now.

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The man has lost track of how long he'd been in the maze. His hair had reached the bottom of his shoulder blades, so at least a few days. Techno was still matted head to toe in his own gore.

When red blood gets on fabric, it hardens and stains, clotting and solidifying. Techno's blood doesn't harden. It soaks in and dyes anything it touches a brilliant gold that no amount of scrubbing can remove. It looked like the man was covered in paint instead of his own viscera.

The winding paths opened into another arena. A massive, bipedal wyvern stood in the middle of the room. Gold, royal blue, and black, the monster was clearly designed by the god of music. The monster hunter took a moment to steel himself before entering the room.

Wyverns weren’t as intelligent as gryphons, and lacked the sentience and telepathy of their larger draconic cousins. Instead of focused telepathy for communication, wyverns emitted a constant projection of their current emotion. When angered, it would paralyze the wyvern’s attackers, turning them into sitting ducks.

Techno had never been affected by a wyverns anger. Normal humans would need a magic item to protect them, but a false-dragon’s rage had never stopped him. He’d only been truly affected by a wyvern’s emotions once.

The monster had lived on a mountain, and was stealing sheep and cattle from a ranch. Techno had been paid to kill it. When he reached the lip of the cavern, the cursed man was stopped in his tracks.

The monster hunter fell to his knees. Tears cut tracks through the grime on his face as the unadulterated love filtering out of the cave forced all thoughts out of Techno’s head. His sword slipped out of his grip, clattering to the floor and drawing the wyvern’s attention. The spell was broken.

Techno let out a breath he didn’t notice he was holding. Anger rolled over him, a welcome relief from his frozen state previously. With control back over his body, the monster hunter made short work of the monster. He was coated in both his blood and the wyvern’s by the time it was dead.

A nest full of eggs sat in the center of the room. They were what the beast had been coddling. Techno smashed them and grabbed a few trophies from the mother before making his way back down the mountain. He made sure that the tear tracks on his face were covered up by mud and dust before he stepped out of the cave.

The wyvern in the maze was the largest that the monster hunter had ever seen. It was easily 30 feet from nose to tail tip. The membrane of its wings were torn to ribbons, keeping the serpent grounded in the maze.

Shifting his grip on the sword, Techno sprinted into the room. The false dragon met his charge. Its jaws missed his head by inches. The monster hunter could feel his teeth rattle in his skull from the impact. Keeping his momentum, he lunged upwards and the sword bit through the softer hide of the wyvern’s belly.

The beast screamed in pain. Leaving the weapon buried in its torso, the man hurried out from under the hulkering creature. The wyvern dropped to the floor and thrashed wildly, trying to crush its attacker. Techno was a fair distance away before something hit him in the back.

Ribs cracked in his chest as the monster’s tail impacted him. Thrown across the stone floor, Techno slid to a stop against the curved wall. He could taste horribly sweet blood.

Breathing hard, Techno got to his feet. On the other side of the arena, the wyvern stopped flailing, and hurried upright, locking its gaze back on its opponent. Blood slopped out of the laceration in the wyvern’s torso. Its frantic movements had only driven the weapon farther and worsened the attack. The blade had already returned to Techno’s sheath. He redrew it, blue crystal barely visible through the red gore.

From a wound that size, the monster would bleed out, eventually. But Techno wanted this to end quickly.

The beast roared, and charged once again. Maw open, it aimed to shred its assailant to pieces. Techno steadied his grip on the sword. He met the false dragon’s charge, plunging the blade through the roof on its mouth as its jaws snapped down on his arm, severing it cleanly.

He fell back. Shock ran through his system chasing out any logical thoughts. Sitting on the floor, his eyes numbly watched the wyvern take a few shocked steps backwards. It collapsed, blood pooling on the ground around its open mouth. By the time Techno snapped out of his haze, his arm was fully healed and his weapon was back in its sheath.

The cursed man got to his feet, and stumbled out of the stone arena without looking back at the corpse.

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Philza hissed as the wyvern took off Technoblade’s arm. For not being a combat specific god, the winged god healed quickly, but losing limbs was never a fun experience. His sympathy was drowned out by Tommy yelling in celebration. Frowning, the god smacked his little brother over the head with one of his wings.

Tommy yelped and turned to look at Phil. “What was that for?”

The older god flung his arms out dramatically, his wings mimicking the motion. "The man just lost an arm, Tommy! You shouldn't be celebrating."

The young god waved off the elder's concern, turning back to watch the projection. "Ehhhhh, he'll be fine."

Phil furrowed his brow, but turned back to the trial. The pink haired man was sitting in a pile on the floor as the false-dragon swiftly bled out nearby. He was filthy and coated in golden ichor.

After a minute, and staggered out of the puddle of his own blood and towards the exit of the room. Phil quietly judged him for leaving his only weapon in the corpse of the beast. He quickly rescinded that judgement when he noticed the blade back in the scabbard on Technoblade’s hip.

The fourth person in the room watched silently as Tommy cheered and Phil watched, transfixed by the image of the man in front of him.

Dream looked to Wilbur, who was once again messing with the layout of the maze and cleaning up the mess the monster hunter left behind.

“Wilbur.” The god of the hunt drew the attention of his fellow deity away from the trial he was working on.

The god of music hummed a note, his way of indicating that he was listening.

“Do you know what he is?”

Wilbur shook his head. “Probably something combat related. His weapon always comes back to him, and he heals really quickly.” The god rubbed his shoulder where Technoblade’s axe had sunk into it. The injury was fully healed, but the memory still lingered.

Dream hummed in thought.

“Do you have the other trials planned out?”

The god of music nodded, paused, and shook his head. “I have the next one mostly planned out, but I don’t know what the third one will be yet,” he elaborated.

“If he is as good as you’re saying, then I want to fight him.”

Wilbur finally looked away from his work to give the god an odd look.

Dream nodded his head towards the projecting Phil and Tommy were fawning over. “He killed a wyvern with two attacks, and under 4 minutes. Even with him losing a limb, that’s amazing.”

The god of music paused, and then turned back to the trial. “I’ll consider it.”

“I want in on the second trial then.” Philza stood up from the projection.

“That’s fairly doable. Give me a few days to adjust some things. I’ll come get you when he finishes this trial.” Wilbur moved a few more things around on his workspace.

Phil nodded. The winged god glanced back at his brother who was still enraptured by the bloodied man in the projection.

“Tommy, are you ready to go?”

The younger god hadn’t gotten the hang of warping out of other’s domains, so he needed help most of the time.

The god of excitement looked up from the image of Technoblade in front of him, and said, “Yeah, I can go.” He turned to Wilbur. “You said there's nothing else planned for this trial, right?”

“Yeah. It’s gonna take him a few more days to get to the center of the maze, but there’s no other monsters waiting.”

“Yeah, then I’m good to go.” Tommy stood up from the platform and strolled over to Phil. The winged god set a hand on the younger’s shoulder, and then they were gone.

Dream gave Wilbur a nod, and vanished as well, leaving the deity, once again, to his own devices.

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After several more days of marking the wall with the blade of his weapon, Techno reached the beacon of light in the center. The bright beam hurt his eyes. A stone button sat on a podium in the middle of the room.

Shifting his axe to his other hand, Techno paused for a moment, and then pressed the mechanism.

And he was back on the marble pillar in the void.

Wilbur was once again standing on another pillar, as gaudy and brilliant as before.

“Congratulations, Technoblade! You’ve completed your first trial.”

Techno placidly watched as the god gestured dramatically to him.

“You did much better than I expected, to be honest.”

“You didn’t expect me to survive,” Techno translated.

The deity leaned back on his heels and brought his hand to his chin with a mock thoughtful expression in his face. “Well, no.” He lowered his hand a bit, turning his eyes back to the monster hunter. “People don’t survive getting mauled by a gryphon or losing an arm to a wyvern. And they definitely don’t survive a staring match with a cockatrice.”

Techno shrugged. “Being cursed sucks.”

Wilbur stopped in motion for a moment, before regaining his energy. “Well, I think you’ll enjoy this next test much more.”

The man blinked, unimpressed. “Is it going to be another maze?”

“It probably won’t be another maze.”

“I’ll take it.”

With a smile on his face, the god raised a hand. “I hope to see you again soon, Technoblade!”

He snapped, and the pillar disappeared from under the monster hunter’s feet, plunging him back into the dark below.

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ceratonia-siliqua · 4 years ago

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Hi! If you’re still accepting prompts, would you consir writing more of the GD Bucky and liefling Peter? I absolutely adored that fic. Your writing is some of the best in the fandom ❤️

Thank you!!! God, I’m sorry this took so long. I thought this would be an easy weekend project and then it became a process of over a month.

This ended up being more of a collection of scenes and I may add more later but for right now I’d like this monster of a piece to be done ^^;

Length: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, torture, and experimentation, one kinda nasty vomiting scene, suggestion and implications of cannibalism (but it’s never confirmed to be happening, being too sick to eat (don’t know how to tag it other than that).

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The sound of the metal shoot opening made Peter’s entire body clench in fear. The floor began to slope downwards in time with the screech of metal. Peter only added to the noise as his recently clipped claws tried to find purchase on the smooth wall. It was cramped, he was barely able to move as the shoot was made to shunt dead bodies down, not beings with their sense of fear still intact.

His scramble was useless as gravity pulled him downward. He slipped down the slide and in a few terrifying seconds he was dropped onto the dirt. The second his legs were under him, he ran. Sticking close to the wall he tried to find a way out.

The facility held dozens of demons of different creeds and types. All experiments for scientists, their goal unclear to test subjects such as him. All he knew was that this was a pen for one of the most horrifying of all they held captive here. A Greater Demon. They resided just below the Royal bloodline in terms of power and reasons to be feared. Massive and built to be predators, they were imposing to say the least. They are to be feared just on their own. Magic is hardly something they need much of, to the point some wonder if it’s had been bred out of some lines altogether. It didn’t matter though when you’re stuck in a cage with one.

Being a half-demon, Peter shouldn’t even be alive. Most are culled at birth by their parents to spare them from a life as pets or sexual slavery. The market was massive but Peter wasn’t bred for that. One of the human scientists birthed him. His father, a Lesser Demon who had tried to protect him, and when that failed, attempted to kill him. He’d been too young to know him for the time they had shared. Peter was made to be a lab rat, something to examine under a lens.

Now at somewhere between sixteen and eighteen cycles, he had outgrown his usefulness.

Running on all fours, he was slowed by the shattered foot pulled tight to his pelvis. The limb withered by one cruel experiment that had gone too far. It could heal, he could be whole again, but there had been hushed whispers of people beginning to look a little closer at what was done in the labs. Peter was a living mark of their cruelty, the brutality and lengths they would go to in order to make life better for everyone but the demons they shared the earth with.

He would die. Unwelcome in another demon’s territory, he would be slain. If not for that, he would be because he was prey and a source of food. That was what they had thrown him in to be, at least.

The concrete walls that extended into the sky above him went in a gentle curve that hinted at the inclosure being massive and rounded. This was at the edge of the compound, outside in the fresh air and the territory of one of the only demons here with any sense of freedom.

He ran until weakness overtook him. His body burned from the strain and the cold air froze his skin and lungs. With the last bit of his energy he hobbled into the underbrush. The only open space he had seen so far was roughly 15 feet of packed dirt around the perimeter of the cage. The observation towers positioned high atop the walls looked down on him, adding to the vulnerability of being out in the open. His dive into the brush was in the hopes they wouldn’t grow bored and shoot him before the other demon found him. Everyone in the compound knew that dead bodies were what they fed him and Peter was most certainly not dead (yet). He didn’t want them to decide he was better off joining that tradition.

Packing his small body into the cover, he heaved in oxygen, trying desperately to fill his lungs through the panic and adrenaline running through veins. His first time being outside and he was practically shitting himself. He tried to settle down, put his head on straight and just think. He focused on the grass beneath him. The blades tickled, jammed themselves between his toes and the nooks between his paw pads. The sounds of birds made his ears twitch as he strained to pinpoint where they were under the rustling of the trees. He could smell water somewhere nearby and a trace of the earthy smell of another demon. Still on edge but winding down, Peter stayed put, cataloguing all the new sensations as a way to focus and think.

He really couldn’t think of what to do. Greater Demons were not known to share, especially not with other Greater Demons. Most only tolerated each other enough to pop out a few babies and never spoke again. Only Lesser Demons had much of a chance of forming a mating bond and even then waltzing into another’s territory was a sure way to get fucking murdered. He didn’t know much beyond that. Every other demon he had been around in his life was a Lesser Demon or an occasional halfling. He didn’t even know what this mystery being might look like. Just that he had to be massive.

Continuing to move was likely his best bet. If he sat here and stank up the area with his fear he’d be found soon. With his leg tucked against his chest again, he hobbled through the woods. Ears up and alert, he listened while regularly scenting the air. There was always a hint of another, like the very ground was infused with a little bit of the demon. Maybe it was. He had no clue what abilities the other demon would have. He just hoped he didn’t have cloak-

Peter froze, rigid and glued in place. Cloaking abilities. Fuck, fuck!

He tried to make his glance around look casual, like he was debating where he was going next. The same underlying smell of demon hadn’t changed in intensity once and he had been too blind to realize the reason why.

The woods were not quite silent but the noise seemed muted. Though, Peter really had no clue what normal woods should sound like. He scanned for anything amiss, an odd looking tree, an off rift in his vision. He couldn’t pick out a single thing but he knew he was being watched. He had to be. There was no way the other demon didn’t know damn well when feeding time was. He must have hung around the shoot but Peter hadn’t seen anything, bolting before thinking to get his bearings.

What little fur he had began to raise. He stuck out like a sore thumb, muted red skin wasn’t exactly designed to blend in to a green birch forest. Forcing himself to move on like nothing was wrong, he went by gut feeling. Chose a direction away from the concrete walls and the new feeling of being watched.

After an hour, nothing had happened.

The only new development was the tired aching in his ankle and wrists. He’d never had to be active for this long. He didn’t really know what the experiments they did on him were for but endurance hadn’t been something they were looking for.

He needed to rest, badly. His broken leg meant it’s twin was taking on extra weight. The jostling of his movements also didn’t help, making the shards of bone grate uncomfortably by one another. The feeling of being watched was still ever present but he simply could not keep moving. Just dragging himself to the dip amongst the roots of an ancient birch made his sore body throb. Collapsing into the cool hollow was a relief. He curled up, pressing as far back as he could manage and curled up, tail holding his limbs in close.

Closing his eyes, just for a moment, he basked in the momentary stillness. He’s never experienced the form of quiet nature brings. The lack of machines whirring in other rooms was something he hadn’t thought much of until they were gone. The white noise no longer there but instead replaced with wind and the way the leaves and grass knocked together as it brushed past.

Maybe the peace of his surroundings was what prepared him for the shadow that was cast over him.

The slight shift in temperature gave it away, the shadow momentarily cooling his body further before the body heat masked the split second chill. He screwed his eyes shut tight, tucked his face behind the imaginary barrier of his thin tail. Just waited for the pain his life had been defined by to come crashing down, sharp and relentless.

A sudden rumbling that shook the air and ripped a cry from him, short and scared. The sound persisted. He thought it was a growl, had enough sense to let out a terrified sob as hot breath rolled across his back. When a tongue swiped a tongue down his back, he was sure this was the moment he’d died.

He was painfully slow to realize what the sound and touch were.

The purring carried into his bones as his hair and the short fur along his back was groomed. Even understanding the gesture now, he stayed curled, not trusting this to be anything but a way to play with him before brutally crunching his bones into dust.

The lung, large tongue ran down his spine in long, lazy strokes. The tufts of his fur caught just enough to be separated and cleaned. The coarse texture was surprisingly soothing when it met his skin. The demon behind him had to be large with how big just his tongue was, but he was scared to interrupt the moment that might be the only thing keeping him alive for a few seconds longer.

Out of sound to make, he simply trembled when the tongue moved away and a massive paw of a hand scooped him out of the hollow, caging him between claws and a sturdy palm but not crushing. He didn’t fight the litany of ‘please’s that fell from his lips, a poor attempt to have his life spared as the Greater Demon began to move. The makeshift prison was warm at least as the light layer of spit cooled along his back. His injured leg remained safely tucked away to avoid being bumped. He prayed that this wasn’t some off game of cat and mouse, though his chances were admittedly slim.

The shade of the trees turned to an inky black void as he was taken into some sort of den. It seemed to slope into the ground, as if some massive burrow. Eventually light came back, the dancing embers of flames from what he could tell of their flickering brightness.

With a whimper, he was placed carefully on something soft. The plush fur under him was easily identified as he pressed himself into it, making his already small form, tiny. Peter spared a glance at the other demon and all the air inside of him left.

By human standards, he was terrifying, but Peter was more demon than man and the blood that took too it boiled at the sight of the being before him. The demon was male, that was undoubtedly correct. The sheath that protected his penis was a dead give away if the size didn’t do it. He was massive, nine? Ten feet? He had a noble face, set and cut in the way only demons could pull off with all their angles and animalistic notes. The long, black hair waved on it’s way down, surprisingly well kept. His horns were large and silvery, looping once over themselves before turning forward into deadly points. The rest of his body was covered in fur, longer than Peter’s but not by much.

Now having a face, the demon was not as scary. He lacked the ferocity his imagination had assigned the other. Still, he whimpered when a nose was pressed into his belly, wet and slightly chilled.

Peter was rolled onto his back. Tried and failed to flip down onto his belly as his mangled leg was sniffed. Those eyes, full of fire yet piercing blue in color locked with his.

“Who harmed you?”

It was not the question he had been expecting.

“The scientists.” He kept his answer short, tried to pull away from the jaws too close to his limb. One of the oldest demons in the compound had once told him about demons eating broken limbs, choosing to spare the energy it would take to heal it and increase reserves. It was only done in desperation and usually self inflicted but having someone so close to it brought back the memory of the frightening practice.

The demon bared his teeth. Peter flinched. The teeth went away and to Peter’s surprise, the other demon nuzzled against his side, still watching him.

“Name?”

“Peter.” Hopefully the addition of a name meant he wasn’t on the menu.

“Bucky.”

It took Peter a second to realize that was meant to be a name, a returning of introductions. He repeated it out loud, wrapping his tongue around the word. “Bucky.”

The purr was sudden and deafening. Peter’s whimper in response cooled the noise to a loud but manageable rumble. As it continued the tension in his body eased, soaking up the sound until his own tiny chest vibrated in return. There was still fear, but it eased as he let his nerves settle under the calming atmosphere.

Peter was just starting to go lax when his broken leg was extended. He howled and jerked but it was slowly straightened as he was hushed softly. It burned and the muscles felt displaced and wrong, like they were filled with burrs and the sticky grasses one of the scientists always complained about getting stuck to his clothes.

He laid there panting through the pain as his leg was manipulated. It didn’t click as to what was going on until two straight, solid objects sandwiched his mangled leg. He looked down to immediately look away as his swollen, bruised leg was hard enough to look at without it being set into a splint made of large femur bones, their lofty heads cut off so they fit snugly against his skin.

Keeping quiet is hard, but he managed it. Biting back any sound that tried to pry it’s way out. Bucky was careful at least, doing his best not to bump anything that might cause any additional pain or soreness. It was a small relief. He counted the seconds until it stopped. He was too exhausted to fight anything, hell, if Bucky suddenly did decide to eat him there wasn’t even enough left in him to escape that.

To his relief, the manipulation of the joints and limb stopped. He rested, panting, on the furs and staining them with the thin sheen of sweat along his spine. Bucky rumbled once again, a sound that was comforting in a bone deep way that left him too soft to be jittery with anxiety.

“Sleep, you’re safe.”

And, despite everything that says he should not, that he should leave before he loses whatever entertainment value he seems to have, he falls gently into the void.

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The days… weeks-- that follow are spent nearly in a daze. His leg began to heal as Bucky carved out a place in his heart.

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Waking up each morning to a grooming session was not the way he expected things to go. The first time he shrieked and scared the shit out of them both. The second time he tensed. The third he let out a heaving sigh and only grumbled a complaint when he got a few swipes across his cheek, Bucky simply laughed.

They developed their morning and daily ritual from there. Bucky groomed him, rumbling as he pushed all Peter’s light, fluffy fur forward before smoothing it back out. He lovingly called it “baby fur”. Allegedly because Peter’s was about as soft and as sparse as a newborn. It was only a slightly stinging endearment for a while, gradually growing in affection as he was fawned over by the massive demon. He was kept clean, cleaner than he had ever been. Bucky’s doting keeping dreaded lice and fleas away and but a distant memory sat alongside dirty cages and moldy food.

Bucky appeared to enjoy every second of Peter he could manage to ream out. He was there from the second Peter was awake and hardly strayed until Peter was safely tucked away in sleep. He only disappeared to find food, something Peter tried not to think about much if he could.

His leg healed faster than he expected. Stitched itself back into one piece in a matter of a week or so, ushered forward by rest and a belly full of meat he never asked the origin of. He grew restless once he could bear weight on it, skittered up the walls and lashing his tail. He tried not to do it when Bucky was watching, afraid of being seen as a pest and Bucky growing annoyed enough to do something like re-break the new bone.

Still, the Greater Demon picked up on his little guest’s agitation. He removed the stint and to Peter’s surprise, started nosing him up the ramp that led outside. With a cold nose pressed to his naked back, he was quick to move. Bursting out into the sunshine only to be blinded for a few moments by the white light of the sun. It made him sneeze a few times as his eyes adjusted. The now familiar rumble of Bucky’s laugh had him turning towards the sound, even as his body shook with the force of each sneeze.

Bucky licked a playful strip through Peter’s hair before starting to walk into the woods, stopping and looking to see if Peter was following.

Scrambling after, Peter stuck close at first but as they sank deeper into the woods, he couldn’t help but wander nearby. Bucky stopped to watch him, it took Peter longer than it should have to realize that Bucky seemed… tense.

He was too busy flipping things over and sniffing through the undergrowth. A vole darted by and Peter was transfixed, taking off after it. Dormant hunting skills pushed to the forefront as he managed to snag the soft, fleshy body in his teeth. His teeth dug through the spine, snapped it in two with a crack that startled Peter enough that he dropped it. Embarrassed, he quickly picked it back up in his jaws, turned to show Bucky only to freeze.

There was something dark in his strange companion’s gaze. He couldn’t for the life of him tell what it was but it didn’t feel like something positive. Peter was about to ask what was going on when a growl, a harsh and feral thing, ripped out of Bucky.

Peter dropped to his belly, ears back, eyes wide as he trembled. He didn’t know what was going on and he whimpered as Bucky came at him faster than he thought possible. Slamming his eyes shut, he waited for the punishment that was clearly coming.

When all he heard was the nearly deafening growling without the tear of his own flesh, he dared to peak. The furry expanse of one of Bucky’s hind legs was all he could see. Glancing up he saw the other demon’s belly. Craning his head over his shoulder, he finally processed what was going on.

Turning to face forward, now bristling for a new reason, Peter saw a few scientists in armored suits. Bucky wasn’t going for them but they had clearly stopped coming towards the pair. Peter strained to hear, just barely picking up the English gargle he had grown up around.

“... He’s not normally so aggressive.”

“... --thought he ate the halfling. Why is it still alive?”

“I wonder if he adopted it?”

“No, this looks like mating behavior.”

“Seriously?”

They continued to chitter amongst themselves. Bucky softening his growl to a dangerous rumble but never faltering in his stance. They couldn’t hurt Peter without hurting Bucky in this position, Bucky had lowered himself just enough that his fur was brushing over Peter’s skin. It was a protective move, one that Peter mimicked by staying low in the tall grass around them. He made a quiet noise when Bucky settled entirely on top of him. He was still propped on his own legs but had the smaller demon tucked beneath him like a mother hen, keeping him warm against the cold ground.

Peter jumped (eliciting a startled, sharp growl from Bucky) when a voice broke out amongst the rest, one he recognized. Crawling forward just enough to see, he relaxed as Dr. Rogers came into view, the white star on his armor giving him away if his voice hadn’t already managed to do so.

“What are you all doing? Stop harassing him and work on cleaning up and taking readings.” Dr. Rogers sounded angry, never one to be happy about the demons he oversaw being treated like toys, he was the only scientist Peter would ever be happy to see.

“But Dr. Rogers, look, the demon has something.”

Dr. Rogers looked over, taking the smallest of steps back when he caught the glimpse of Peter’s little horns peaking out above the grass.

“Who is that?”

The scientists shuffled nervously and the air shifted the way it only did when the tank of a man got truly pissed.

“What did you do.” The rage so biting that it couldn’t be read as anything but a statement.

One unlucky man broke the silence, knowing it was better to take the beating now than a worse one later. “It’s the halfling Dr. Potts birthed.”

“Peter? I was told he died, in fact, I was told he passed away under peaceful circumstances.” Oh they’d done it now. There would be some serious hell to pay once they were all safely away from the enclosure and they all knew it. For now though, the doctor decided to turn his attention back on the pair 50 feet away from them. He crouched, helmet obscuring his features as he dug around in his hip pouch. The smell of something sweet hit Peter’s nose, enough for him to perk up and put his head hovering above the grass. Dr. Rogers crept forward slowly and stayed low to the ground, non-threatening as he held out a square of chocolate. Peter couldn’t resist, Dr. Rogers hadn’t ever hurt him, surely he wouldn’t start now with the offering of a sweet treat.

The other scientists made noises of alarm as Peter moved forward. Peter assumed it was about him until he felt Bucky grabbing him by the scruff. He whined, tried to wiggle his way out of the grip, so focused on his treat that the fact he was being held in Bucky’s jaws failed to register in his mind.

He managed to pout as Bucky turned and forced him to stay behind by wrapping Peter up in his tail. The scientists mutter amongst themselves, awe evident in their voice. Peter ignored it until a little line slipped through.

“Dr. Rogers, have you ever seen a Greater take a halfling mate? The sheer size difference alone would surely be enough to prevent such a thing! A breeding would kill something so small!”

Tense, Peter tried not to think about what they were saying. They keep saying the word “mate” like Bucky is interested in such a thing with him. There is no way… Right? Bucky is kind and caring but… No… No, it makes sense. Why else would Bucky let him live?

“Well, we can’t exactly remove him… I guess we’ll just have to let them mate.” He’d never heard Dr. Rogers sound unsure and it made his skin prickle in alarm. Peter looked at the back of Bucky’s head and hoped the other wasn’t going to seriously try to get any body part inside of him. Even a finger seemed too big.

“Alright, enough staring. I have a feeling he’s going to take a swipe at us if we don’t get to work. Just keep a wide berth and do your task.”

“I really can’t believe you expect us to tend to the enclosure. You spoil it, Dr. Rogers.”

“I think some basic hygiene and proper care is a pretty low bar to put as spoiling. He is my subject to oversee and unlike some, I’m not here to go on a power trip and brutalize him for existing. Now get to work. You’re on feces collection and clean up.”

Peter tuned out the groans and complaints as he watched Bucky. Vigilant in his duty of guarding Peter, not so much as twitching or fidgeting in place. Carefully, Peter placed a tiny pawed hand at the base of Bucky’s spine. It was enough to get his attention as that massive head turned to look down at him, somehow managing to make Peter feel focused on without feeling smaller than he already was.

“Are you okay?” Bucky slipped into the tongue of demons, one they had spoken since the start but was startling on Peter’s ears after hearing English after days without it’s constant chatter.

“Yes… Is what they say true?”

“... I don’t understand them. I have no idea what was said.” Bucky looked momentarily bothered but mostly intrigued, cocking his head as they stared at one another.

“Ah… Nevermind then, they just said a few odd things about the trees.” It was a clear lie and Peter looked away as it came out of him but Bucky was kind enough to not push it.

“Let’s get back then. I don’t want any of them near you.” Bucky picks up Peter’s earlier catch, the creature so small it must have seemed less than a mortal to Bucky. Still, Peter’s chest bubbled pleasantly at the sight, something unfamiliar that he put away to study at a later date as Bucky guided him with his tail through the forest and back to their home.

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Eating slowly becomes a hard task as they creep into winter. It hadn’t taken terribly long after trying different meats to find out that most of what Bucky had brought him was thankfully game that was periodically released into the enclosure. Still, Peter’s stomach was used to a wider range, potato scraps, pellets, stale breads, over-ripe fruit, and the occasional unwanted vegetable were all parts of his diet. Meat was a rarity and after weeks of nothing but it, his stomach began to revolt. Bucky offered him berries, some rooted vegetables, and the occasional green, and while it helped, meat was still the easiest to come by. Neither of them truly worried about it until Peter couldn’t keep it down.

. .

They had just finished eating, some sort of small mammal that Bucky had torn apart so fast Peter had no clue what it had once been. Carefully sliced into easy pieces, Bucky placed the meat across a clean, flat stone to protect it from dirt. Bucky often ate before getting back, something Peter didn’t ask him about out of fear that it might be worse to know. So, the meal was all his. The first bite went down fine, the hunger that always nibbled at him in the late afternoon taking precedence over anything the rest of his body might have to say. It wasn’t until a fourth of the way through that the meal began to stick and slide down his throat in a way that made his skin prickle. Half way through and he was choking down the meat and gave up two thirds through. Urged to lay down, he curled up on the edge of their nest of furs. Bucky let him rest, gave the food time to mellow and ate the leftovers so they wouldn’t rot out in the open air.

Peter dozes until nausea hits him hard and fast. He wiggled far enough to be off the pelts just as a solid, slimy mass of flesh spills from his mouth with a wet spalt. It had been squashed into a pellet somehow and gleamed with acid. Peter was swept up and back into bed, tucked in and filled with sips of water before Bucky made the disgusting show of failed digestion disappear.

They had assumed that it was just a one-time situation, a fluke. It wasn’t until nothing but the barest of stubby greens that his stomach held fast to any food. He dropped weight, curled up and sickly as the Greater Demon fussed over every detail trying to keep every speck of fat he could manage on his tiny mate’s bones. It was miserable, an utterly grueling experience that left them both worn down. The cold months already tended to lead to more sleepy hours but it became a norm for them to hide out. Honestly, that might have been what saved them.

The scientists, concerned by the disappearing act, somehow managed to figure out the situation. How was beyond Peter’s ability at the time. All he knows is that one day a scientist managed to pull Peter from the cave and the pricks of little needles and some sludge being forced into him. It was a terrible, awful experience that they managed to repeat a few times. Even looking back, he had no clue how Bucky was kept at bay. He sat at Peter’s bedside religiously during those days. He always told himself he would ask one day, but eventually, it became a forgotten memory, one that faded into the background.

#winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #cera asks #siliqua writes #marvel #demons au #Anonymous

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kimchi-kitty · 4 years ago

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Lingerie 》BLOCK B《

{13+, mentions of NSFW}

Request:

Anon: can I request a reactions thingy from the block B boys, when they find the lingerie you bought to surprise them with in your closet? if you don’t want to it’s okay i totally understand!!!

sure lovely! that’s a cute prompt!✨

PRETENSE: Your boyfriend is getting home in a few days, and you've missed him (in more ways than one) so you go out to the shop and pick up a set of lacey lingerie to surprise him with, later leaving the bag on the floor next to your closet. You haven't heard that a stop of the tour was cancelled, and the boys will be home a day early. Your love, also trying to surprise, doesn't let you know he's already off the plane, so you head out with your girlfriends. When he lets himself into your apartment you're nowhere to be seen.

Zico:

Jiho walked into your bedroom to find you, presuming you were napping, but instead found your bed made and your purse gone. You were out. His thoughts were cut short as his eyes caught an luxurious looking black bag on the floor. He stepped closer and looked in the top, surprised to find a set of beautiful black lace panties and accompanying bra. He reached into the bag to examine them more closely and chuckled to himself at what a naughty girl you were. He grabbed the bag and went to wait on your couch.

You arrived home half an hour later, expecting an empty apartment, but instead opening your door just to lay eyes on your boyfriend, confidently laid back on your couch. Before you could even jump, he met your eyes and spoke. “Y/N, if I knew you’d miss me to this point”, he said, throwing a glance at the bag, ”I might need to go on tour more often.” He stood, swiftly and met you as you approached him, wrapping an arm around your waist, and pulled you into a kiss. You wrapped yourself around him, shock melting into joy, until he pulled away to whisper sternly into your ear. “Now be a good girl and go put these on for me.”

Taeil:

Taeil drifted into your apartment grinning ear to ear, ready to greet the love of his life after being apart for two months. When he saw your favorite shoes missing from the mat, he realized that you were out and huffed, realizing he’d have to wait a little longer. He was going to use the bathroom, which was accessible only by way of your bedroom, when he spotted a shiny black bag on the floor, tufts of tissue paper sticking out the top. He took a peak, expecting a new perfume or pair of shoes, but instead found a lingerie set. He put the bag back, assuming he was not meant to know about it, and returned to wait for you in the living room. When you came home you rejoiced in each others arms and cuddled on the couch until sunset, when things turned friskier. You removed yourself from your perch on his lap and told him to meet you in your bedroom in five minutes. Hurriedly, you peeled off your clothes and changed into the set, ran a brush through your hair and reapplied a spritz of your signature perfume. Taeil knocked at the door and you beckoned him enter. When he opened the door and saw you standing there, he didn’t need to fake his surprise. Sure, he knew the lingerie existed, but he could never have anticipated it to look quite so good on you. “Jagi”, his mouth hung open, “I didn’t know it was possible to be more beautiful than you already were.”

Jaehyo:

Jaehyo was all smiles when he strolled into your apartment, ready to smother the girl of his dreams in affection. His mood fell slightly when he realized your absence. Oh well. He went to use your bedroom mirror to ensure he looked perfect for when you returned. Slight vanity was a trait you had always had in common. In the mirror he spotted a black bag behind him. It looked like the height of luxury- glossy black, with ribbon handles and filled with white tissue paper. It didn’t strike him as something you’d buy for yourself. He inspected its contents to find extremely sexy underwear. His mind went to the worst place possible. Were you having an affair? He physically shook the thought out of his head and reassured himself that you would never do something like that. But... he had been away for a while. Could he blame you for finding a replacement? He considered it a thought better not ruminated, finished fixing his hair, and went to the kitchen to prepare a romantic dinner for you.

As you walked in he was at your counter, dicing an onion. You were throughly surprised, and incredibly excited, running up to cover Jaehyo in kisses and love. He returned the affection, then told you to take a seat at the counter and poured you a drink before returning to cooking. After a few minutes of casual conversation, he offhandedly broached the subject that had still been making him uneasy. “I found those new underwear in your room. For someone, or from someone special?” He didn’t turn to look at you when he spoke. Him going through your things might have been more cause for concern if you hadn’t been together several years. You brushed it off. “Jagiya, of course they’re for someone special! I couldn’t wait to be with you when you returned.” you said, beaming at him. His worries melted instantly. “Oh. Y/N, I’m so sorry I jumped to conclusions. I just couldn’t imagine my return being a big enough event to warrant something quite so elegant.” He shook his head. “You’re too good to me, jagi. I can’t wait to see you in them.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and returned to cooking.

U-Kwon:

Yukwon stepped into your shared apartment, immediately greeted by the dog you coparented, an excitable shiba inu. Her barking would always alert you that someone was there, so when you didn't show within a minute, he knew you were out. He decided to change his clothes and headed into the bedroom; as he pulled his shirt over his head he saw a small black bag on the chair in the corner. Immediately assuming it was a present for him, he went to take a peak. It was indeed a present for him, in a way. He pulled out a set of black lace lingerie and immediately had a devilish idea. He made your bed and laid the set out neatly before plucking a rose off the bush you had growing on the balcony and sprinkling the petals over your bed. On a piece of cardstock he wrote "I'm home princess, now put these on for me like a good girl. -Y" He folded the paper and placed it on top of the bra, finished getting dressed (opting for something a bit more stylish than he had originally planned ) and headed out. You came home to the apartment exactly how you expected to find it, until you reached the bedroom- your heart skipping a beat as you walked through the door. The only other person with a key was yukwon, which meant he must be back early! You were startled, but soon blushing when you saw the bed sprinkled in rose petals, the set you had picked out laying there. You were a tiny bit disappointed; you were planning on doing the surprising, not the other way around! You picked up and read the note, your heart fluttering. You quickly undressed and pulled the lingerie on (the straps were a bit confusing). By the time you finished refreshing your makeup, a knock befell the door. You pulled on your light silk robe, just in case it wasn't your boyfriend. You pulled open the door, only to find the love of your life, the one and only Kim Yukwon standing before you with a giant smile and a bottle of champagne. You quickly pulled him into a kiss, nudging the door closed behind him. He set the bottle down and picked you up, pressing kisses to your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed, slipping off your robe. He took a step back and couldn't help but stare, his mouth hanging slightly open. He met your eyes and whispered, more to himself than to you "I am the luckiest man in the world."

B-Bomb:

Minhyuk wanted nothing more than to hold and kiss his girl. He had missed you so much on tour that he'd even started jotting down lyrics about how much his heart ached for you. That said, when he landed at incheon, his first stop was your apartment. He walked in without knocking, your door not locked (he always chastised you for leaving it unlocked, worried for your safety despite you living in a nice area). He looked around, but found no girlfriend to embraced. What he did find were a brand new set of lace underwear, tags still on, sitting on your dresser. As he inspected the fabric, her caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Yikes. He was dressed in sweatpants and a t shirt, his hair a mess from sleeping on the flight and his chin slightly stubbly. He decided that you were clearly putting in effort for him, so he should return the favor. He pulled out a change of clothes from the drawer you had deemed his, and went to clean up. When you arived home, you immediately noticed something that sent chills up your spine. The shower was running. You would normally assume it was minhyuk, but he was supposed to be in Japan today. You nervously put your bag down, and tiptoed to the bathroom. You approached the shower and ripped back the curtain, slightly spooking min, who quickly regained his composure and shot you a very cheeky smirk. "I didn't expect you home so soon" he said, still smiling, the water running over him. You rolled your eyes and sighed "I could say the same about you. You really gave me a spook, but I'm glad to see you Jagi. Welcome home." You went to close the curtain, but min quickly grabbed your wrist. "I could use some help in here." He winked.

Kyung:

Park Kyung was absolutely exhausted. A 10 hour plane ride will do that to a guy. The only thing in his mind before sleep was you. He dragged himself up to your apartment and let himself in, quickly realizing your absence. His mind quickly switched to priority two, and he went to make use of your bed until you got home. As he made his way into your room, his plans were interrupted by a sudden curiosity about a expensive looking bag sitting on the chair in the corner of your room. He knew you liked nice clothes, sure, but this bag was nothing like the ones from the brands you preferred. After all, he’d bought plenty of them for you. He walked over and took a peak into the top, instantly intrigued by the garments. Holding the fabric in his hands, the exhaustion was quickly placed by another feeling - arousal. Without you to satisfy his needs, he decided to have some fun with you via text. Pretending he was still on the plane, he sent you a slew of salacious messages, detailing how he would ravage you when he got the chance. By the time you returned home, planning to satisfy yourself, the two of you were throughly excited. Your excitement reached a new level, however, when you found your boyfriend not on a plane, but laying on your bed. He ignored your gasp and met your eye. “Good, you’re home. I was beginning to get desperate~”

P.O:

Pyo Jihoon had quickly realized that leather pants were not proper attire for a long flight, his legs sweaty and uncomfortable. This considered, when he went to your apartment straight from the airport- only to find you weren't home- he breathed a sigh of relief remembering all the clothes he had here. (He'd move in with you in a heartbeat, it just wasn't practical.) He strolled into your bedroom and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants, laying them out on your bed. As he peeled off the leather his eye caught a posh looking bag in the corner of your room. He finished changing and peeked into the bag, pulling out an underwear set far sexier than anything he'd seen you in before. He was somewhat glad you weren't there, because maintaining his composure was not something jihoon was known for. He blushed vigorously and let out a small laugh, but his reaction changed as soon as he began picturing what the fabric would like like hugging your hips and breasts. He was determined to get you into them by the end of the night, and set of planning just how he would. Ever the romantic, he decided to cook you a beautiful dinner before he tried to get you into bed. When you walked up to your door and smelled something cooking you panicked. Had you left the stove on??? You rushed in to find a surprise much more pleasant than your stove on- though it was in fact on, in use by your beautiful lanky boyfriend. As soon as he saw you walk in you he set the spatula down and ran over to scoop you up into an intense hug. "JAGI!! I missed you so much! I'm making beef bulgogi, your favorite!" He eventually put you down and gestured for you to sit at the table, which he had set and arranged candles on. A few moments later he set a beautiful plate down in front of you, and took his seat opposite. You chatted over your meal, his eyes brimming with love everytime he looked up from his plate. As you finished and set your chopsticks down, he rose from his seat and came to stand behind you, learning down to whisper in your ear in his deepest voice, sending shivers down your spine. "Now, would you be so kind as to be my dessert?"

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The Freedom of Being Yours

This was a commission done for the wonderful @creativecilla Im so excited that its finally done and I hope you enjoy it!! Thank you for commissioning me and putting up with all my questions lol.

Pairing: Reds/Blossick (Brick x Blossom)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Word Count: 7.8k (this was meant to be a 1k fit but I couldn’t resist!)

Angst/Fluff

Note: thank you to my betas for all their help: @over-under-through1 and @avesthetea

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On November 17, 1898, early in the morning, a baby girl was born. A soft tuft of red hair rested on her temple and instead of a shrill cry, only a smile was on her small little lips. The only word to define the pink-eyed darling was perfection. There was nothing that could dull the light that sparkled in her eyes.

At the beginning of the year, where she would turn five, everything had been fine. She got to sit and play with her two younger sisters and listen to them babble about nothing as the small creek in the back of their house flowed softly over the rocks.

Life was delicate and sweet. Her mother and father would adore her with presents and toys and even the occasional jewel, yet they often found her perched under a tree or hidden at the creek with a book, much too big for anyone her age to be reading.

Blossom had thought about the stories of travel and adventure. It was freeing and delightful and she had once believed that she and her sisters would live those same lives, of their own deciding. She wanted to see the world and not the same backdrop of her tiny town. Her life would be filled with all sorts of adventures.

But she had been wrong.

Instead of playing outside, she was forced into the study with books that didn’t spark her imagination like the ones before. Her mother was keen on her looking her best and forced her ginger hair into a tightly pulled ponytail or braid and her father wanted her to be enlightened but only because she was the oldest and he didn’t have the luxury of a son.

Just a little before her fifth birthday, she had taught herself to read high literature and how to write complex sentences and even beat out her father in a game of chess. She had also learned from a young age that she would not have the freedom of her sisters, a hard pill to swallow for such a young girl.

♥♥

As the candles became lit on her fifth birthday, everything changed. She was allowed a very small group of friends, yet she hadn’t recognized the boy coming over to her table. He said nothing as he set the pretty pink present down with everything but amusement. His frown was consistent throughout the night and although most noticed his attitude, Blossom couldn’t help but stare at his eyes.

They were the shade of a freshly cut ruby and just as stone cold. Through the blank stares of all the attendants, his was by far the most interesting. They rivaled and complemented the majestic pink of her own iris’s.

He hadn’t said anything to her until he found her sitting away from the party, hidden behind the house with a book open. He thought she had been weird, what little girl missed her own party? He should have turned around but he found himself standing in front of her, toes almost touching.

“You can read?” He blurted out and the soft color of pink graced his presence.

Blossom looked up and her eyebrows drew in. “Taught myself.” She spoke proudly and was slightly surprised when he sat down next to her. “What’s your name?”

“Why do you care?”

She bit the inside of her cheek and held her eye roll. “Because it's my party.”

The boy shrugged. “Fair enough. It’s Brick.”

“Brick.” She whispered to herself. “Why did you come out here? Shouldn’t you be inside?”

He glanced towards the creek. “Shouldn’t the birthday girl be entertaining her guests?”

She closed her book before getting up and smoothing out her light pink dress. “I suppose.” He got up and followed her to the house.

Before they reached the porch, they could hear the commotion from inside and Brick noticed the annoyance on Blossom’s face but chose not to say anything. Even with their young age, they both knew not to speak up and out.

As they walked through the entrance of the house, Brick spotted a chess set in a smaller room off to the side. He gently tugged on her sleeve making her turn as he nodded towards the board.

“You play?” He asked and she only smirked and picked up a piece.

“I'm the best.” She challenged, and soon they were engaged in a long game of chess, ignoring the rest of the party.

Her eyes sparkled as she picked up a piece, her shoulder straightened as she looked into his eyes.

“Checkmate.” Blossom smirked and for the first time that night, his lips turned up into a small smile as he reset the board.

♥♥

The older Blossom got, the tougher her parents were. The yelling and the scolding had become so much that when it occurred, she had learned to take it with a stoic face and never let her lips quiver even as she was breaking inside.

The demands to be perfect in every aspect had led her to be a sufficient dancer, baker, and everything else a lady was meant to do. From the time the sun rose to its setting, she was given a constant stream of scolding which left little time with her sisters

She had thought that she had become a master of hiding her emotions when she had turned fifteen. Her mind was taken over by books and knowledge she found rather useless. The friends she had were more of annoyances as she kept to herself most of the time. If she wasn’t using the same three books to escape her life, she was down by the creek or walking along the rose gardens of her family's estate.

It wasn’t until a random visit by Brick's family got her attention. She came down the stairs and saw him standing there, his brothers already out in the back paying her sisters attention. It had been a few years since she saw him at a summer party, they had played chess for most of it but other than that, their friendship was surface level at best.

“Brick.” She said as kindly as she possibly could praying that he didn’t notice the redness around her eyes and the flush of her cheeks.

He gave her a slight nod. “Blossom.”

She noticed that he had grown taller, just a few inches over her and that puberty was treating him well. Even though he looked slightly unrecognizable, those eyes of crimson were still the same.

Without another word spoken between them, they followed their parents to the living room that had a grand fireplace. She took her seat next to her mother on the couch, just opposite of Brick who rested in an armchair near his father. A chill ran down her spine as she knew what they would be discussing. Brick tried to catch her eye, maybe to go for a game of chess or to the book room but she avoided him just as her mother spoke up.

“I think now is as good as anytime to discuss this.” Her mother said and Brick’s parents agreed.

“Blossom, Brick. After her eighteen birthday, you will be married by spring.” Blossom’s father said sternly.

She felt her body go rigid as the words flooded her mind. Slowly her eyes made their way to Brick’s. He was also frozen and his lips were pulled into a tight line. She could see the way his fists clenched the chair and her soul nearly left her body when he met her gaze.

She tried searching his face for any form of emotion. Anger, sadness, whatever he was feeling, he wasn’t going to show it. But for some reason, her heart sank when he stood and nodded before excusing himself and leaving the room.

Blossom’s mother turned towards her. “You should go.” She said coldly before turning back towards the others. She stood with silence and left.

She found him in the kitchen. A glass of water in his hand and him looking out the window. It was clear as day that he was angry and upset. She couldn’t blame him. Every aspect of their lives had been planned out and she was a fool to expect that she would marry for love.

His shoulder became tense as she stood next to him, taking a glass for herself. They were silent, what could you say? It was a hard pill to swallow at their age and it seemed as if the threads of their personal freedoms were being cut faster and faster.

As much as Blossom abided by her parents wishes, she knew deep down, this was where lines were drawn. She took a deep breath as she looked out the window. She saw her little sister, Bubbles, running after a dragonfly while Buttercup pushed Brick’s brother down. Brick’s blonde brother watched Bubbles spin and laugh and smiled with her.

Blossom watched and her own smile came to her face. The image of her little sisters marrying someone they loved and cherished, melted her heart but reality came back to her as she glanced towards Brick.

“You’re free to go.” She whispered, his head snapping towards her and meeting the pink eyes.

“What?” He asked.

“I won’t force you to be mine. No matter our parents wishes, you are free to do as you please.”

He let out a dry laugh. “You know that’s not possible.”

“Maybe not.” She felt her tears coming but pushed them down. “We can be, or well, we will be married but you do not have to give your heart over to me, I won’t be angry.”

His eyebrows drew together. “I don’t understand.”

Blossom looked away and back to her sisters. “You are free to do as you please. Court any lady you seem fit. My parents might hold you by a chain but I won’t. All I ask is that by the time we are to be wed, nothing is shown to the public to cause a scene or you find a way out.”

Brick thought about it before finishing his drink. “Same to you.” He extended his hand to her and she nodded before shaking it and sealing their deal.

He eyed the front room. “Game of chess?” He smirked.

“Don’t get mad when I beat you.” She matched his expression before passing him and heading to set up their board.

♥♥

As months rolled on, Brick was at Blossom’s estate more and more. Their parents were so content with them being together that parties would be hosted almost every other week, and when Blossom turned sixteen, they had announced the engagement.

They each were given a ring that would be exchanged at the wedding. She stayed up that night, tossing and turning in her bed as she held the box. The golden band that was meant for him was stunning to the random eye but it left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Unlike the pristine gold, it looked like a rusted chain one would put on a prisoner. It didn’t scream beauty or wealth to her but mocked her like a dog left in the rain. She had thought about going into town and meeting with other potential suitors, maybe even rekindling a few friendships from her younger years, but the further she fantasized about falling in love, the more pain was brought to her heart.

The days after her sixteenth birthday had left her with nothing but a hollow heart and false realities. It became very clear that she would hurt herself more in the process of finding her heart than to sit quietly. She closed the ring box and put it into her desk and wiped away her bitter tears.

There was no point in wishing on stars if they all died and fell from the sky.

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“Checkmate.” Blossom smirked as she placed the final piece on the chess board.

Brick only scoffed before rearranging the pieces, another game after another. Chess and checkers was a small escape from their harsh reality. He made a move and then she did hers. Back and fourth is how it went. By the fourth game, they had an even score and her eyes would find the window again.

She didn’t know if Brick had started looking around for other girls in secret but she didn’t bother to ask, it didn’t matter anyways. As he made a move, she studied his face. He was handsome no doubt and extremely smart too. One of the only people to match her in everything and there was a sense of comfort in knowing she could quote something from a book and he would match it without hesitation. She knew he wouldn’t have a problem finding a partner to keep him company, it would be better that way.

“Bet the creek is cold.” He said randomly and brought her from the wild thoughts.

Her eyes met his and she only placed her piece down gently. “I wouldn’t know.” She quipped. She had never once let herself go into the small river, she could only imagine the uproar her mother would have if she found her doing something fun.

Brick looked towards the clock before standing. “Our parents are still in town for another two hours, even if they leave now.” She hadn’t understood what he was asking before he held his hand out.

Her eyes widened at the thought of her disobeying her parents orders and yet her fingers wrapped around his and soon she was running behind him towards the hidden creek on the east side of the house. The wind wrapped through her long hair and she felt like she could breathe clearer than ever before.

Giggles escaped her lips as he jumped down from the path and onto the small bank before turning and kicking off his shoes. She looked around to see an easier way to get down. Her dress would cause problems if she were to jump and she was scared of hurting herself.

Brick saw the hesitation in her and stepped forward with his arms stretched out.

“Blossoms just jump.” He said before widening his stance to show he would catch her.

Her eyes widened at the statement. “No, I can’t.” Her voice shook and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on. I promise I’ll catch you.”

She gulped. “Promise” And when he nodded, she believed him. His small smile gave her ease and Blossom took off her flats before tossing them down next to his.

She took a breath before letting her feet come off the ground. Right as a small scream left her lips, she felt a sensation she had never encountered before. This idea and embodiment of immunity came over her as she leapt. She felt like nothing bad could ever happen as she fell into his arms with ease.

A strange embrace of warmth she never quite experienced rushed through her as he tightened his hold on her, carrying her like a precious flower.

“Hey.” He whispered, his voice never being this soft as her eyes opened to see the swirl of red closer than before. Her breath had caught in her throat as he had a smile on. He rarely smiled but when he did, she thought it was the most enchanting thing she had ever seen. “See? Caught you.”

A laugh came out as he began to walk and she buried her face into his neck, praying that he didn’t drop her. “Don’t let me go.” She warned him and she felt the vibration of his laugh.

“Relax. Open your eyes.” He whispered in her ear.

Her eyes fluttered open and the first thing she saw was him looking at her. The sun glowed behind him like some sort of halo and her breath caught in her throat when he gave her a smile. She hadn’t realized just how many freckles kissed his skin in the summer sun and she blinked and brought herself back from getting lost in his eyes.

She gazed at the surroundings and saw that his feet had disappeared into the shallow water. Slowly she stretched her legs out until she felt the cool water kiss the tips of her toes. It had shocked her slightly as she forced her foot into the water to stand with him, his arm still around her waist as she held the rim of her dress to not let it get soaked.

“It's cold.” She giggled and she took a step and felt the slippy feeling of the rocks below her. Slowly she walked out of his grasp and carefully went further.

“Don’t slip.” He called from behind as he followed.

Blossom smiled to herself as she looked at the water and saw small fish swimming around. She had never known what flowers grew along the bank or how the breeze was stronger down here.

Her eyes found the clouds rolling above them and she took a step before she felt her foot slid up and found herself falling backwards.

“Ahh-” She let out before she felt the familiar pair of arms holding her up just above the water.

“Told ya to be careful Pink.” He smirked and she only rolled her eyes as he lifted her up and carried her towards the bank.

“I could walk ya know.” She protested but his grip tightened as he stepped over a few small logs and set her onto the sand.

“You would fall again.” He laughed before it fell into the normal frown. “We should head back before our parents return.

The sensation of immunity had faded as she grabbed her shoes and followed him back towards the house which felt colder than the water. That night she laid awake in her bed. The ceiling texture mimicked the way the ripples on the water’s surface and she hugged her blanket to her chest as she kept the memory of joy in secret. It was the first thing her parents couldn’t take from her.

♥♥

After that moment at the creek, the pair began to sneak off more and more as their parents went to town. The chess board was left untouched as they ran towards the river or found hidden garden spots.

It was liberating even if it was as simple as blowing the fuzz off a dandelion. They would run and twirl in the fields, playing like two small children on a summer's day before they fixed their hair and returned to their chess board, keeping their outings a secret.

She learned about his dreams and his deepest fears. Sailing the world and snakes, to be exact. She showed him how to braid his hair and when he wasn’t looking, she would place small flowers in between the strands.

For some reason every time she saw his family arriving at the gates or her own going to his estate, she felt ecstatic. Maybe it was because he was the only one in her world who understood her but even through the sarcastic statements or small taunts, she enjoyed spending time with him more and more.

♥♥

Another year passes by and then another. And before the new set of snow could fall, it was her eighteenth birthday.

She stood in her mirror, still looking at the crack she made all that time ago. She pushed away any thoughts that damn crack dared to resurface and care more about fixing her hair. Pulling her long waves into a ponytail, she wrapped her red ribbon around it. Out of all the jewels and fancy items, this simple silk was her most prized possession. A reminder of her happier days when she was little.

Her pink gove fit her like a perfect chiffon glove and she had to admit that she looked beautiful. She never took much pride in her vanity but on occasion, she would spoil herself with an indulging complement.

A deep breath was taken as she left her room and walked slowly to the stairs where a house full of guests awaited. As soon as her foot hit the bottom of the stairs, a round of applause filled the room and it took her a second to realize that they were clapping for her. Pink dusted her cheeks as she gave a small curtsity and was pulled in every which way to be congratulated on another year of life.

Like her other parties, she barely knew the people there and most were well above her age. She took herself to the ballroom where many guests had already taken up the floor and were spinning and laughing as the music played.

A tap was on her shoulder and she felt relieved knowing that he was here but her heart sank as it was someone she hardly recalled.

“Blossom.” He smiled politely and held out his hand.

Her smile was pulled into a thin line as she took his hand, her mother taught her never to decline a dance. He pulled her closer than what she had liked and smiled at her again.

“Jared.” She said through gritted teeth as she did her best not to groan. She remembered him from random encounterings at other parties. Loud and obnoxious and arrogant, yet he didn’t have the brains to back any of it up. He liked to bother Blossom on occasion and unfortunately, now was the time.

His hand rested on her back, lower than what should have been acceptable. Her eyes narrowed slightly as they danced.

“Ya know Blossom, I heard about your engagement.Congrats”

“That was announced years ago.’ She said sharply. As they danced, she saw Brick across the room. He was dancing with some girl she hadn’t seen.

The girl laughed loudly as she pulled him closer and Blossom couldn’t tell if he was enjoying himself or not, but after the third eye roll, she predicted the latter. Something inside her felt odd as she watched her move her hand to his neck and whisper something.

In a flash, as if he knew, Brick turned his head and their eyes locked. She watched as his eyes narrowed slightly before Jared took her ungiven attention.

Jared chuckled. “And yet he’s dancing with another woman.” He leaned in so that only she could hear what he said next. “You still have a few months until the wedding and no one has seen you two being all that close.” He smirked. “I’d doubt he’d mind.” And she felt his hand travel lower.

Blossom gasped and pushed herself off of him. “Are you out of your mind?” She sneered before lifting her hand and bringing it to his cheek. The sound echoing across the room for everyone to hear and suddenly all eyes were on her and the boy holding his cheek. “Is that what you think of me?”

“I offer you a good time and this is what I get?” Jared scoffed.

Blossom huffed before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She glanced to the side to see Brick next to her. He looked angry and annoyed.

“I suggest you apologize to her.” Brick stated.

Jared’s eyes widened in fear. “Look man I didn’t mean anything towards your girl.” he held his hands up in defense.

Brick took a step forward. He was clearly a few inches taller and a bead of sweat formed on Jareds forehead. He looked down on the now shaking boy. “The fact that you think I would be entitled to her is foolish. No matter her status or anything personal, you don’t just force yourself on a woman or anyone for that matter. So I would be on my knees begging for forgiveness.” He took him by the collar. “And if you ever disrespect my future wife again, I’ll throw you to the wolves.”

Jared’s face turned a sickly white color as Brick removed his hands from him and took a step towards Blossom.

“My apologies Blossom.” Jared looked at his feet.

A smile came onto Blossom’s face. “Get out.” She hissed before turning and holding her head up high. She passed a butler. “The party is done.”

“Of course Miss.” The butler said as he started to escort the guests to the front of the house.

Blossom passed her parents without an explanation and headed outside where the sun had begun to set. All she wanted to do was clear her head as she rested against a random wall. She brought her hand up to her hair and let the long waves fall around her shoulders. Tears threatened to spill but she didn’t want any of that.

“I never got a dance.”

Blossom looked to see Brick standing there.

“What?” She questioned. “Oh. Sorry.”

He let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t worry. Sorry your party got cut short but nice punch.”

She forced a smile while staring at her hand. “Thanks, he deserved it.”

“Without a doubt.”

She saw that his elastic was around his wrist and his hair was down and out of place. Without thinking, she took it and began to braid his hair. He didn’t say anything but let her do as she pleased. She got to the end and saw the small bush of white daisies and grabbed one, plopping it into his hair and standing back in front of him.

“Thanks.” He whispered.

A cooler breeze came by making her hold her arms. “Um, thanks for standing up for me.”

“I didn’t do anything.” He shrugged and saw the saw she shivered slightly. He took off his jacket and placed it on her shoulders. “But I guess you could make it up with a dance?” He held out his hand and she took it.

“I didn’t think you wanted one.” She said lightly She went back to the girl who had kept him occupied all night. She was gorgeous no doubt and even from across the room, Blossom could tell she was drowning in wealth.

Brick narrowed his eyes before he caught on. Realization flooded his face as he spun Blossom. “You mean Princess.” He sounded disgusted to say the least.

“I guess. Friend of yours?”

“A fling in the past if you could even call it that.”

“Oh.” Her voice just above a whisper. “She seems nice.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, Blossom coming back from the spin and her chest flush against his. “I wouldn’t call bragging about her dad's money nice. More of an air head that got lucky to be born into money. She can’t even play chess.”

“But she’s pretty.” She mumbled.

Brick moved his hand from her upper back to her lower back and leaned until his lips touched her ear. “Beauty isn’t everything, I prefer depth.” Suddenly she was spun and her back to his chest. “But I think your beauty beats all.”

Her cheeks heated up and she brushed away the compliment. “Depth can get you in trouble.” She responded just as she faced him again. “Pretty things can give you money...freedom too.”

He lifted her arm and she spun under him. He then closed their gap before dipping her gracefully. “Sometimes freedom is right where you are.” He spoke sincerely and when she came back up, he was barely a inch away. His eyes had softened and the way his lips turned into a smile made her heart beat rapidly.

The way he looked at her, was almost canny to the day at the creek. Something within her was pulling her closer to him like a magnet and she couldn’t bear to stop herself.

“I’d never let another man talk to you like that, I promise.” He said softly.

And then she did the unthinkable and kissed him. It was a magnifying spark that coursed through her body and broke down whatever wall she had been holding. But when she realized what she had done, an uncertain silence froze over them and saw the way his eyes widened in what she could only sense as fear.

“I-I’m sorry-” She tried to say but was cut off by his lips coming to hers again. Her hands fell to his shoulders, one cupping his cheek as he pulled her closer. His lips were soft and it was like time had stopped in that moment. Everything bad that had happened in the past, melted away like the snow bringing in a spring she never knew she craved.

His lips were soft and left a cold longing feeling as he pulled away, nose brushing hers. “You never have to apologize, I am yours.”

The tears she was going to shed in anger had turned to pure bliss but as she was about to confess her heart to him, the door opened and she heard the loud shouting of her mother.

Fear sunk in as she watched her mother come from the corner. “Blossom.” She said with spitfire and Brick’s hold tightened on her. “You two are done.” She snapped.

“What?” Blossom shook in his hold.

“Jared’s father said he wouldn’t press charges in exchange for Blossom’s hand.” She smiled wickedly. “I’m sorry Brick, you’re a nice boy but sometimes life isn’t fair and plus, he has more money. The wedding is off.” Her mother spat and left leaving Blossom and Brick with mouths hanging open in shock.

Brick held her. “Blossom?”

“I can’t marry him.” She shook her head.

When his eyes met hers, his heart broke. The bright pink he had grown fond of over the years had seen to fade. It was replaced by a stone cold gaze that only broke on occasion.

He took her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. “You won’t. I promise.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Blossom!” Her mother's voice called. “Come here!”

They looked towards the call and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’m sorry.” She started to walk. “But for the record, you made the darkest corners of this house feel bright.”

Brick stood in the garden frozen as she left. His own eyes betraying him as tears danced on his waterline. He heard his own name being called behind him. He returned to his parents side, still feeling the spark of the kiss lingering on his lips.

♥♥

She closed the door to her room before she turned until her back was pressed against the wood. Slowly she slid down and hugged her knees to her chest. The tears that came came from an emotion she had never experienced before. As if all the breath in her lungs was gone, she sobbed.

She lost count of the amount of times she had sat with no light but moons and sobbed. The pain her parents had caused her. The insults and ridicule, all of it would be gone by the time the sun would kiss the horizon but this, this cold chill that made her feel hopeless. It was far worse than their taunts.

The way Brick had stared at her. His eyes slightly wide as if he was shocked by how she looked. His expression when he saw her had changed over the years and she wished she had noticed sooner.

But now it is gone. Her parents made sure of that. It was all a game. Her parents had laid out their chess board, counting their moves and every time she felt like she had a chance, she was forced back into her corner as they picked up the piece and moved it themselves.

But for that split second that she looked into his eyes, the game had stopped. The old grandfather clock that hung on the wall had silenced its ticking and she, for however long she got to gaze into those crimson eyes, saw freedom.

And now it is gone. The small gleam of light she saw within him had been extinguished before it had a chance to grow into a blooming fire.

“Blossom?” A voice called behind her.

She picked up her head and whimpered.

“Blossy?” Another voice said again and she brought her hand to her eyes as she stood with shaking legs and opened the door. Bubbles and Buttercup stood with concerning looks before walking in and shutting the door.

“Blossy-” Bubbles hugged her tight. “Why are you crying?” She asked with her own sadness.

The last thing Blossom wanted was her sisters to be upset, so she shook her head and forced a smile that they didn’t buy at all. “I’m okay.”

“Clearly not. What happened?” Buttercup asked as they sat Blossom on the bed. “The party ended all of a sudden and no one knows why. Was it because of Brick?”

“No!” Blossom reassured her. “It wasn’t his doing.”

“Oh, then why are you upset? Did he not want to be with you?” Bubbles hugged her.

Blossom hugged her back. “No. He did. And I wanted to marry him too.”

“But?” Buttercup asked.

Blossom took a deep breath. “Mother decided that another man would be better for me, one that I don’t love. It’s a hard pill to swallow but I’ll be okay.” She tried to be strong.

“That’s not fair!” Bubbles weeped. “Blossy you deserve to be happy.”

Buttercups fists tightened at her side. “It's not.” She got off the bed. “Come on Bubbles, Blossoms had enough tears for the night.”

Blossom gave her little sisters a smile as they left.

♥♥

The next week was spent with Blossom walking slower than she noticed to her parents office. Her face was almost permanently puffy from the tears she had shed for the few days and neither of her parents had given any care. She was sitting at her mother's desk, silent and still. There was no reason to scream and run, hope had been lost.

“Look at that.” her mother quipped as she passed a piece of golden paper to her.

She picked it up and her blood ran cold.

‘An invitation to Princess and Brick’s wedding, how lovely.” Her mother smiled.

Blossom could see it now. The couple saying their vows and dancing the night away and she wondered if he had the choice to run away, would he? She had learned that Princess was an heir to more money this town had seen and quite beautiful too.

“She’ll make him happy.” Blossom lied knowing that she shouldn’t discredit his feelings. Afterall depth was what he liked most. “I wonder what’s that like?”

“What?”

“Happiness.” Blossom said. Her mother met her eyes. “Are you a happy mother?”

“Happiness comes in many forms.”

“And yet the only time I’ve seen you smile, is when it comes from the suffering of me or my sisters. You were given the sweetest little girls who offer nothing but unconditional love but instead of basking in their own light, you chose to block it out. I hope that when they are old enough, they never have to face the same life as mine.”

“You live in this gorgeous house-”

“With no heart or warmth. Vacant like a ghost town. How could you be proud of something so grand, yet broken at the seams? I am thankful for the upbringing on the fairer side of this society but I wish I had the love others have. Sometimes I wonder if a golden spoon is really worth more than a hug.”

Her mother stared coldly. “Do you think happiness gets you far in this world? Do you think that I spent years building up my reputation to be disrespected by my daughter?”

“There is no disrespect because I don’t see you as my mother and I would rather die tomorrow knowing I was in the presence of someone I love then spend the rest of my years, trapped to a man who could care less about my heart.” Blossom stood and grabbed the invitation and stood.

A cold dark laugh came from her mother. “Life isn’t a fairytale. You think that anyone would want to marry you out of love? Even if you are smart enough to know that, he’s going to wed by the end of the week. You have no money, and nothing to offer. What good would it be to beg?” Her mother stood and came towards her, arms stretched out. “Darling, just make life easier for everyone.”

Blossom took a step back. Her shoulder straightened up and she held her head high. “Thats where you’re wrong, mother. I can offer him my heart, something only I can give.”

“Love can’t give you everything.” She spat.

Blossom shook her head and offered a sympathetic smile. “I wish you knew that love can give you freedom and joy even with despair around.” She turned and began walking, her mother not bothering to follow or stop her.

♥♥

Blossom stared at her ceiling, a small white daisy in her hand as she tried to think of what to do. She hardly heard her door open and the shuffle of two sets of shoes.

“Bubbles, Buttercup? It's late, you should be in bed.”

“Shhh. Be quiet.” Bubbles smiled.

“You should go to him.” Buttercup said and Bubbles handed her a bag.

“He loves you and you love him Blossy!”

Blossom sighed. “I can’t just stop his wedding.”

Buttercup laughed. “Sure you can. Go in there and confess your love for him.”

Bubbles nodded. “Or you should meet him before. Run away with him, far from this place.”

Blossom looked between her sisters before they hugged her.

“We will be fine, please just go.”

“Okay.” Blossom agreed.

♥♥

Brick stood in the mirror. His suit was pristine and fit for any king and although he looked fine, deep down he was full of dread.

The moment Blossom’s parents called off their engagement, his own parents wasted no time looking for a suitor. Out of some convenience, Princess hadn’t been engaged and her father was loaded beyond belief that when the opportunity presented itself, his family jumped on it.

He didn’t know if he could ever truly love Princess and she probably wouldn’t love him but he knew there were worse things in life that could happen. Except for the heartbreak that came with the ring. His own brothers couldn’t get through to him and he felt hopeless. How do you go from loving someone, to never seeing them again?

There was a knock on his door and it made him shiver.

“Come in.” He said and the door opened just as soft as the knock.

He turned around to see Blossom standing there. A content look on her face as she looked him over, the desperation clear in her eyes. “You look nice.” She said and he could tell her voice was on the verge of breaking.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“To see you, one last time.” She said. She walked towards him and adjusted his skewed tie. “Or maybe not.” Her hands rested on his chest.

“Maybe not?”

She gazed at him with glassy eyes. “When they announced our engagement, I thought I lost any hope of freedom I had left. I thought that you would resent me for being chained to you and that's why I told you that you could leave. And I tried to tell myself not to fall in love because it wouldn’t be fair or it would hurt too much.” She stepped back. “But when I cried myself to sleep or stared at the moon until the sun came up, I realized that in those moments I tried to stop, I was falling faster than I anticipated.”

Brick watched as she took something from her bag. “I think I did too.”

She giggled at that. “When I read all those books about true love and how you see stars in the other person's eyes, I look at you and I see happiness and bliss.” Tears dripped down her cheeks slowly. “Even in the darkest corners of my house, I found indulgence and light with you.” Blossom said.

Brick brought his hand to her cheek, wiping the tears away. “I have spent years pondering these feelings. Wondering what else my parents could take from me. They could take my spirit and my time. Steal my childhood of playing in the creek or chasing the fireflies but Miss Blossom.” He took her hand. “They might have thought that forcing you upon as my wife without a moment of thought would be the cruelest thing they could do, but taking you away was pure anguish.”

Brick shook his head with a dry laugh. “It was the creek, when we had escaped for just a short while. When you stood on that ledge and jumped into my arms, I don’t know, I just couldn’t stop thinking about how your eyes sparkled when you stepped in the water and everything after that-” He stopped to gather his thoughts but she placed her hand on his arm.

“I know it’s selfish of me to ask you this as there is another waiting for you hand downstairs. Although I can’t give you the same welah or land she may be able to provide. I give you my heart and my faith. Every fragment of my being is dedicated to you and all I can ask is if you could accept that of me? If you could choose to follow your heart and give me the honor of loving you for who you are, would you?” She asked as she held out the small box that contained the golden band that was meant for him.

He looked up at her, pure adoration on his face as he kissed her hand. “I give my heart to you. The most suitable woman for me is not one with money or a legacy for her parents to uphold. But a kind and innocent lady who has a mind full of knowledge and dreams. On your command, I will take you far from this place, away from the criticism of our family and give you a life where you can run free and have every opinion of your very own. I promise that you will never spend another cold night wondering what lies beyond the paths of the forest and I promise you that I will love you, not because I am forced but because I choose to.”

“I choose you too.” She sobbed as he took her by the waist and kissed her.

He felt her smile against his lips and that same magnetic spark that came the first time they had kissed returned in an instant. Their kiss was more magical than the first snowfall of the season or that of a shooting star.

They pulled away and she saw the way his eyes looked brighter than they ever had before, like a new life had instantly sparked. He took her hand and threw off his tie.

“Come on, I know a place we can go.” He said with a giant smile.

Without gestation she followed him, leaving her past behind and welcoming the new warmth of her life. They ran from the back of the church to his parked car down by the field and he helped her in and kissed her again and again.

‘I love you.” She whispered in between his lips capturing hers.

“I love you more, Blossom.”

As the key sparked the car to life, and they drove to who knows where, she glanced at him and saw not only freedom, happiness and bliss but a man who loved her for every aspect of her being. Something no one could ever take from her again.

“Say Princess is going to be really pissed.” He laughed.

“I don’t think so.” She shrugged. “I told Jared that there was a hot rich girl at the church.”

Brick chuckled and slid his arm around Blossom’s shoulder. “That solves that problem.”

♥♥

Three months later

“Checkmate.” Blossom smiled proudly as she took the final piece. Normal Brick would scoff or playfully pout but instead the competitive side wasn’t showing.

He stared at her longingly as she began to set up a new game.

“It’s almost like you let me win.” She glared. “Is something wrong?”

Brick chuckled and shook his head. “No. everything is perfect.” He stood and walked over to her side of the table and kneeled down and took her hands away from the chess board.

“Brick?”

“You’ve always been better at chess then me. Even if we tied, I knew your strategy was beyond compare. However, no matter how many times you take my pawns or steal my queen, I already won.”

“You already won?” She questioned with a laugh.

She watched him reach into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. Its golden latch was opened to reveal a pink pearl ring. A gasp escaped her lips as he took out the ring.

“Blossom, there's not enough words or love stories to perfectly say how I feel about you. All I know is that I love you, on our own terms and see you as someone greater than the world knows. If you will do my honor, Blossom, will you marry me?” He asked.

“Of course.” She cried out and slipped the ring onto her finger as she grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. He smiled against her lips and lifted her up, carrying her to the small couch in their small home.

It wasn’t grand or had a ballroom. There was no elegant garden or parties thrown. Instead it was cozy and full of a loveable warmth. It rivaled everything they were taught, yet it gave them a happiness only the lucky could have.

“Hey.” She whispered. “I found something the other day.” She jumped up and grabbed his hand. He followed her to the backyard that seemed to stretch for miles.

The sun was high in the sky as they walked along the dirt path through some trees. Bushes of daisies and roses grew wild along the path and they stopped at the edge.

He looked down and his smile grew bigger. “A creek.”

She playfully hit his shoulder. “Just like old times.”

Brick found his way down to the bank, kicking off his shoes and throwing his shirt to the ground. He looked up at the ledge where Blossom was standing with sunbeams shining behind her. His arms extended and without thinking twice, she jumped and landed securely.

“Don’t slip” She mocked as he carried them to the water.

Brick laughed at her tone and gently set her down. His hands around her waist as they stared at each other. Pink and red complimented against the shallow water of the creek. He kissed her cheek and pulled the red ribbon, making the long trails of her hair blow free in the summer breeze.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you more.” She responded and kissed him, her ring sparkling underneath the light.

She had spent all of her childhood reading books with the grand fairy tail ending. The ones every little girl dreamed of. For the longest time, she had stopped believe that they could be true. But as she stared into the eyes of the person she loved and cherished most, it was as if the stars had alined and the book she never thought would be written, was now opening with a brand new chapter of love and hope.

♥♥

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Unfortunate Soul Chapter 4

Hello again my lovelies, I’m truly sorry for the wait. Covid has really made a mess out of the airline industry which has really affected my job. I haven’t been able to get as much time has I would have liked to write seeing as I had to get a second job to make up for not being able to fly as much. But like I have promised in the past I will finish this story. Thank you for all of those that have left comments, liked and have even subscribed to my story. You truly have no idea how happy you all have made me, it truly gives me inspiration knowing people out there like my work. So Thank You So Much, I will see you next time.

I woke to the chatter of voices. I looked around my small white wall room and realized that I was in the hospital. I could see my parents talking in soft voices about what had happened the day prior. I stayed very still, giving the illusion that I was still asleep. I need to hear their conversation; I wanted to know what it was all about. I looked around the room and saw a few files on my bedside table; I know that those must be my potential mates.

"This can't be happening, Toshi. Izuku had so many dreams that he wanted to accomplish. Katsuki took that away from him! I can't believe that Katsuki would do something like this. I should have tried harder when I spoke to Mitsuki, and maybe we could have come up with a better solution than Izuku having to go through this arranged marriage."

"Shota, having Katsuki marry Izuku would have been the ideal plan, but do you want our son to be with someone that clearly doesn't want him. He may go along with it if we force him. But in the long run, it would be very detrimental to Izku's mental and emotional health, and God only knows if that kid turns out to be a complete asshole and causes physical harm to our boy."

"But an arranged marriage, Toshi. Don't you think that's a little bit extreme? Shouldn't we at least let him find someone that would be right for him instead of choosing for him?"

"Sho, Honey. It's the best solution. We can't wait any longer. The doctor already told us that he is already at the end of this first trimester; he will start showing soon. We are running out of time; our society will not accept him otherwise."

"Dad, mom. I really don't mind seeing what will become of this arranged marriage."

At my words, they both stopped and stared at me. Confusion mirrored their faces. I continued and hoped that they wouldn't stop me in the middle of my sentence. "Look, I understand what has to happen. I truly am disappointed that I can't marry my child's father, but if he doesn't want us, then fuck him. I'm not going to raise my child with a man that hates us both. Yes, Katsuki is the love of my life, but I have to do what is best for my baby."

Following my words, my mom came to sit on the edge of my bed. "I'm so sorry, baby. I wish this were not happening to you. And if I could change it, you better believe that I would. I wish you would have come to us sooner, then maybe things could have been different."

I reached out my hand to hold his with a small smile on my face. "I know, mom, this is all my fault. You and dad are the most important people in my life, but I was so scared that you would hate me and abandon me. Can you ever forgive me for not coming to you first?"

"Zuku, my boy. You have nothing to be scared of, your mother and I will always love you. No matter what happens. We will figure things out." Dad said as he also made his way to my bed.

"Now, don't misunderstand. This situation is not what we dreamed for you and damn Katsuki. He will not get away without being made responsible. You can be sure about that; your mother already informed his parents that he would have to pay you child support, but we believe it is best if you find another mate. I'll be DAMNED if I let that son of a bitch hurt you again."

I smiled at my parents, knowing that everything they have done has been for my well-being, and I know deep down in my heart that they would always be there for me when I needed them. I sat a little bit straighter on my bed and looked at the stack of files on my nightside table, the thought of meeting a complete stranger made me nervous, but I know that there was no other way. Kacchan would never change his mind about us, and I was too scared to raise my kid alone. Reaching over, I pulled the files to my lap and grassed my fingers over the covers. In these files were the names and photos of my future husband. Having the flies so close truly made my situation feel extremely real. There was no turning back now.

"You don't have to go throw them right now, baby. Just rest for today. Will let you sleep, and we will be back later to take you home." With a kiss on my forehead, my mom started heading to the door. "Sleep, my boy. You still have plenty of time tomorrow to go through those. It's best to go into this with a clear head." My dad ruffled my hair and followed my mom out the door.

Sighing, I looked at the folders again; this was it. The moment my life would change. I wonder what my future husband would be like if he would be understanding of my situation. The thought of him not accepting my child was heartbreaking. But I knew I would do anything to protect my baby, even if it meant marrying a man that I did not love. Picking the top file and placing the other two on the nightstand, I open it to the first page. The guy in the photo was around my age, with lovely corn color hair and a babyface. His tiny blue eyes had a scene of adventure and fun. They grabbed my attention instantly, which made his smile appear like a ray of light. He looked very handsome in his white shirt and green pants uniform. He was handsome, indeed.

Name: Togata Mirio

Birthday July 15, 2516

Age: 19

Birthplace: Chiba Prefecture

Quirk: Permeation/Formally

Occupation: College Student at Tokyo U

Favorite Color: Green

Favorite Food: Ramen

Hobbies: Comedy

He enjoys making people laugh and sees life as a beautiful adventure. He works part-time at an orphanage where he is well-loved.

With a small smile, I placed his file to the side and reached for the next one. Once I opened it, it blessed me with the most captivating face I have ever seen. He had a small smile on his face, but his beautiful blue and grey had so much sadness in them. It tugged at my heartstrings and made me want to know more about him. His beautiful white and red hair was unique in its beauty; it suited him well. The red mark around his left blue eye makes him intriguing and mysterious.

Name: Todoroki Shoto

Birthday: January 11, 2513

Age: 22

Birthplace: Musutafu

Quirk: Half Cold - Half Hot

Occupation: CEO Todoroki Industry

Favorite Color: Grey

Favorite Food: Cold Soba

Hobbies: Going to the gym and visiting his mother

He loves visiting his sick mother in a lovely home that was bought by him. He is a very loving and caring child and makes sure that his mother has everything he needs.

Knowing that he took such great care of his mother frankly spoke to my soul. I would do anything in my power for my mom, and it showed me that he had a kind soul. I reached for the last file, wondering what kind of man he would be. So far, I had two beautiful candidates, the anxiety that had been building over the past few days had started to lessen. Opening the last file, I see a man that was in desperate need of sleep. He reminded me of my mom with these heavy bags under his eyes. His dark purple eyes are so intense that it brought a shiver up my spine. He looks intimidating, giving off the impression that he has lived a hard life. His long tufts of indigo hair were messy and flaring out everywhere.

Name: Hitoshi Shinso

Birthday: July 1, 2512

Age: 22

Birthplace: Santana Prefecture

Quirk: Brainwashing

Occupation: Accountant for Angelic Hormonal Watch Monitor

Favorite Cool: Burgundy

Favorite food: Gyudon

Hobbies: Going for bicycle rides and playing with his cat named Mimi

He works very long hours as an accountant, which doesn't give him much free time. He enjoys going walking his cat Mimi in the park and going camping.

After reading his file, I understand why he looks so tired. I couldn't imagine being stuck in an office all day. Closing his file, I laid my head on my pillow and closed my eyes. Reading about these men had brought a little bit of hope into my heart. Being without Kacchan was killing me, the pain of his loss still too fresh, too new. But with time, I know that I could learn to like or even love one of my new suitors. Only time would tell.

That afternoon my parents came to pick me from the hospital. The weather outside was cloudy and cold in the autumn afternoon. The drive home was silent, which gave me plenty of time to let my mind wander. My mind was still reeling from the information I had read. They all seemed like good candidates. They all have something in common with me, Togata sharing my birthday or the fact that Hitoshi's love for cats just like me. The matchmaker listened to my mother's advice when it came to finding the right mate for me. The excitement of meeting them was overwhelming. My mom could see my excitement too. He turned around in his seat and asked if I was feeling well.

"Yeah, mom. I was just thinking about my suitors." At my words, his eyes widened, a small smile appeared on his face.

"So you read over their files. Is it worth getting to know them?" He asked me with pure curiosity. My dad was listening very intently for my answer.

"Of course, it is. Did you know that one of the guys shares my birthday? His name is Togata Mirio. He is 19, only a year older than me. He's a college student, but he works part-time at an orphanage. Then there is Todoroki Shoto, his 22 and is the CEO of the Todoroki Industry if I'm not mistaken, that's one of the largest computer companies in the world. The last guy reminds me of you, mom."

"How so, baby? He asked with a smile on his face, the look of confusion evident in his eyes.

"Well, he works as an accountant for dad's company, so he doesn't get much free time. His bags under his eyes can rival yours." I say, giddy. I was covering my mouth so I wouldn't laugh.

"I do not have bags under my eyes, young man." My comment on his beauty affronted him.

"Honey, it would help your health if you would take it easy once and a while. Zuku is just looking out for you." Dad tried to help but only got a nasty look from my mom.

"Nevermind all that, tell me more about this guy. What's his name?"

"His name is Hitoshi Shinso; he is 23. He loves going outdoors and has a cat named Mimi. If I were to be stuck in an office all day, I would love the outdoors too." I finished with a smile.

"That sounds fantastic, honey. The matchmaker sure picked out some quality candidates. I'm just a little concerned that two of them are a bit older than you."

"Sho, I'm three years older than you. What's the big deal?" He looks at my mom with a smile on his face. "It's not that different from us, and one of them is a CEO. You can't get a better mate than that." He turns his gaze back to the road; my mom gives up the argument. "All right, you win. I don't know why I even bother." Turning back around on his seat.

I start laughing at their antics. After all these years, the love they felt for each other was in every word they spoke. I wish that I could feel that way too. I look outside my window and see the city passing by; my thoughts on the man I love and the hurt I fell, knowing that he will never be mine. But there was hope, hope that one of these incredible men would fill my life with happiness, and after everything I have been through these past few weeks. I was looking forward to a new beginning.

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