#i hope it’s clear rain is the third guy

[ironladders]

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[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 13

Kinktober Masterlist pulvis et umbra sumus - "we are dust and shadow" TF141 x f!reader Kinks > monsters, knotting, ritual magic sex in a cave Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

Monster AU where the TF141 are gargoyles. You love your shitty 87th floor apartment, you really do. Sure, the view is mostly fog and smog and clouds, but your balcony is shielded by four awesome gargoyles. You spend long nights admiring their statuesque figures wishing they could come to life and please you since no human man seems to be able to. Be careful what you wish for, I guess?

Warning: short part with an abusive ex-boyfriend, but he gets gargoyled pretty quickly, so it's short-lived.

Rain pelted the grimy, floor-to-ceiling windows of your apartment. It seemed like it was always raining. You loved living downtown in District 10, you really did, but damn if it wasn’t hard to meet people. Sure, millions of people lived in the city right alongside you, but other than a few dates to the ramen shop around the corner, your attempts to find The One had fallen flat. 

It was the same song and dance. They’d ask what you did for a living, and if they stuck around after you told them that you were a professional streamer, they either thought you were rich or that you wanted to flash your pussy on camera for money. Either way, the only guys who stuck around after they made their judgements about your job were either disappointed by your shitty studio apartment or were terrible in the sack. Clearly, they just wanted an easy lay and never called you again. 

You didn’t really have anyone to complain to since your best friend abandoned you for Topeka, of all places, to get married and have a litter of babies. You were happy for her, truly, but bitching to a woman who was cherished by her man about your shitty Tinder dates was a dark, dark time that you didn’t care to have. 

So, you smoked, and you told your gargoyles all about it. 

Your apartment was unique in the fact that you had the entire patio to yourself, and it was shielded from the wind by the outstretched wings of four enormous gargoyles. They were huge, at least seven feet tall, and their bodies looked like they were ready to compete in the next strongman world championship. 

You’d named them all, of course. There was the spooky one with a skull-shaped mask over his face and huge fangs that you called Mr. Bones, one with a mohawk that you named Mr. T, a supermodel-hot statue that you named Mr. Vain, and your favorite one, the biggest of them all and the guardian that sat right next to your bed, Mr. Big.

That’s where you found yourself tonight. You were crouched in your usual spot, tucked in an oversized raincoat, a pair of wellies, and nothing else, smoking a cigarette under the protective wings of Mr. Big.

You watched the tip glow golden bright as you took a drag, holding it in longer than normal, hoping to feel something other than disappointed. 

“He was such a jerk, Big. Didn’t even bring a condom. Not sure someone with a dick that small should have that sort of audacity, ya know?”

Mr. Big didn’t reply. He looked out over the dense, foggy night and shielded you from the rain, keeping you dry while you smoked.

You leaned against his chest as he crouched over you, raking your eyes over his body with more appraisal than you usually did, confessing aloud,

“I bet you’ve got cock for days under that loincloth. And I bet you’d pay for a babe’s dinner. Maybe even buy her a strawberry shake afterwards. Bet you wouldn’t ask to come up; you’d just wait to be invited. And I bet you’d bring your own damn condoms to a third date, huh?”

He loomed. You sighed,

“Yeah, I know you would. You know what?”

At that very moment, you gazed up into the sky as the clouds shifted and cleared, revealing a heavy, orange harvest moon. You spotted a streak of falling stars out of the corner of your eye, and you watched as they crossed the moon’s body, falling towards earth, burning up a million miles away, and you said,

“I wish you guys were real.”

You watched the stars vanish over the horizon, and you took one last drag off of your cigarette, flinging it off the side like a nasty little gremlin, not caring where it landed or what catastrophe you had just contributed to. This whole world was fucked. What was one more cigarette butt, right?

“But, you’re not real, Mr. Big. Maybe one day you’ll wake up and come save me from this damn carousel of nightmares. You and your buddies could fly me around, give me a mindblowing fuck, and steal me away from here. Wouldn’t that be something?”

You stood up next to him, barely tall enough to reach his face even though he was crouched over. You caressed his cheek, wiping the raindrops from his brow, and lifted yourself up to kiss him on the corner of his bearded mouth, right where his fang protruded from the lip, round and sharp like a boar’s tusk.

“Goodnight, Mr. Big. See you in the morning.”

You toweled dry as you stepped through the window, using the same old towel you’d been using all week, making a mental note to get around to the laundry. Then, you snuggled under the covers, checking your notifications and getting upset that there weren’t more (even though you’d just checked them before you went out to smoke). Maybe you would have to start flashing your tits online if you wanted to make the real bucks.  

You flipped your phone over and went to sleep, begging your brain to give you filthy gargoyle dreams. 

Once dawn’s glow yanked you from your peaceful slumber, you’d forgotten all about why you’d been so sad. You forgot about Dan, or David (Darren?), whatever his name was. You hopped online and said hi to your early birds, fitting the headphones over your ears just to let them know you’d be back in a bit. Then, you had a quick shower, ducked out for half of a smoke, and got to work. 

The day turned into night, and everything was great. The games were fun, chat was a riot, and you even got raided by one of your favorite mutuals. You ordered some takeout and video-chatted with some friends. You even hopped on the stream again for a double feature. All the darkness from the night before was lifted, and you felt like you might be alright. But, then, just as the sun was setting, you got a text. 

donny-Hinge: hey babe. left my charger. can i come by in 15

you: sure

donny-Hinge: k thx

“Ugh!” You audibly exclaimed, forgetting you were still online.

Chat started pouring in with questions and asks about the text. Tell us! They exclaimed. What happened, momma?? They begged to know. 

You thought about it for a minute, but you decided that your shitty love life was one thing you weren’t ready to own up to online, so you side-stepped, 

“Forgot I had to take a friend to the airport. Gotta cut this short tonight, sorry. Love you guys! Don’t forget to live, laugh, love, like, share, sub!” You rolled your eyes at your own catchphrase and waved goodbye. 

You flung down your headset and did a few soothing spins in your computer chair before deciding that you needed to kick this dude to the curb. 

“What’s the sluttiest outfit I’ve got so this asshole knows what he’s missing?” You asked Mr. Vain who was sitting outside your bathroom window, looking bored. 

“Coachella last year?” You dug around in the drawer and pulled out the too-short, can’t-wear-this-in-public slip dress, looking at Mr. Vain one last time before nodding, “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

You wiggled into the fit, mangled up your hair into a careless rumpled mess, and threw on some eyeliner to top it all off. Then, you waited. You checked your phone. You waited again. You paced. Then, you had a smoke to try and calm your nerves. 

You huddled next to Mr. Big’s giant forearm and looked up at his bearded jaws from below,

“Still not real, huh? I could really use a big, scary beast for some support right now. Why does breaking up with losers still feel so shitty? He doesn’t deserve me, right?”

Mr. Big said nothing. He loomed, and nothing more. 

“Right,” you whispered, starting to worry about yourself now that you were carrying on multiple daily conversations with statues. 

Your door buzzed. Dumbo was here for his charger. 

You fixed yourself, checking your eyeliner for just the perfect amount of smudge, and then you cracked open the door. The man was there, looking a little too well-dressed, and he sauntered into your apartment without saying so much as a hello. 

“Uh, hi,” you spat. 

“Hey, sorry,” he frowned, looking around for the charger under your clothes pile, “Can’t stay. Gonna meet up with the boys at Six Hands tonight.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, feeling a little more than just put out. 

“Ah, here it is,” he dragged the charger out from under your desk and wrapped it up. 

“I don’t wanna see you again,” you blurted out. 

He looked up at you, noticing you for the first time, eyeing your dress and your makeup, furrowing his brow,

“Why not? Didn’t you have fun last night?” 

You didn’t like his sly tone,

“No, so just, lose my number, okay?”

“C’mon, baby. Don’t be like that,” he stepped into your space and put your hair behind your ear. You fucking hated when guys tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You smacked his hand away, 

“Don’t touch me. Just go.”

“Is that why you’re dressed like a fuckin’ slut? You gonna call some other guy up here?” His contempt filled the room, making your alarm bells clatter and peal inside of your head. 

“No. Leave! Now.”

“Listen,” he took another step into your space, dragging his finger under the strap of your dress and purposefully letting it fall off of your shoulder, “How about you drop the attitude and let me hit it before I go out, and I’ll come back tonight and we can watch a movie.”

You used both hands to shove him away from you, hating how little he moved backwards,

“Fuck you! Get out of my house.”

“You don’t have to be such a bitch!” He shouted at you, grabbing you around the wrist and knocking you off balance. 

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. His face became even paler than it already was, and he stared out of the window behind you. He scrambled to drop your wrist and bolted for the door, not even bothering to shut it behind him. 

“Yeah! You shouted after him, fixing your shoulder strap, “Get the hell out and don’t come back!”

You shut the door and locked the top and bottom deadbolts, upset with yourself for how badly you were shaking. 

“What an asshole,” you muttered under your breath as you turned around. Then, you looked up, and that’s when you saw him.

“Mr. Big?!”

The giant, hulking gargoyle that you sat by every night was standing, full height, right outside your window. He used his immense paw to open the window and stepped through it, staring right at you with unnaturally blue eyes. He was still not a human color, but at least he wasn’t made of stone. His flesh was textured, sort of scaled in a way, and hairline cracks that looked like scars covered him like a broken eggshell. His hair and beard were shaggy and brown, and even though he was enormous, he was graceful, tucking his black wings behind his back to keep from knocking over all of your shelves. 

“Are you alright, love?” His voice came out like a roaring, tumbling sea, and yet, it was as gentle as a purr. 

“I… This… You! You are! You’re… you’re a statue! How…” You backed away from him, and he did not pursue you. He simply stood there, focused on you, patiently letting you figure it out, “You’re Mr. Big, and you’re in my damn house!”

“I am John. We come when our mate calls to us.”

“What? John? No,” you sat on the bed, wrenching your eyes shut, “This isn’t happening. Fuck, I actually am out of my mind. I don’t have insurance. I can’t afford fucking gargoyle visions. Fuck!”

You heard the flutter of wings and your eyes darted up to see Mr. T and Mr. Bones squeezing themselves into your tiny home,

John nodded to them,

“This is Soap and Ghost. Your memories will return to you, my love,” he turned to address them, “Did you find him?”

Ghost let out a dark chuckle full of fire and brimstone, 

“Aye, he screamed like a fuckin’ pussy.”

“Who?” You asked, already knowing the answer.

Soap answered you in a surprisingly smooth brogue, 

“Your wee suitor, lass. Tried to run, but he couldnae get very far.”

“Did…” You felt your blood rush out of your body, “Did you kill him?”

Ghost, his skin a steely gray with black cracks running across his flesh, his wings a bony ash color and splotched with tears and scars, his eyes an impossible hazel shade, gleaming behind the huge skull mask, stalked over to you, crouching down to look at you closer, studying you. Then, he took his clawed hand and untucked the hair from behind your ear, lifting your locks to his fearsome muzzle to smell your shampoo. He smiled (you weren’t exactly sure if it was a smile or not), and said,

“Would you like me to? Because, right now, he’s hanging off the side of a fuckin’ tanker ship headed for the bloody south Pacific. He’d be easy to capture and –”

“No! No,” you shook your head, “Thank you. That’s… that is a great spot for him. Alive.”

“You must have questions, pet,” a fourth voice spoke over your shoulder, startling you and making you jump out of your skin, “Surely you must remember me; your Gaz, your favorite.”  

It was Mr. Vain. The others gave him a glare for his comment, but he did have a way of stealing the show. His skin was a shimmering copper, and golden cracks cut through his flesh. His wings were an iridescent green patina, and his eyes were a deep brown. He was every bit as beautiful in real life as he’d been as a statue, and you had a hard time looking away from him. 

“I’m…” You tried to ask something. Anything. You should have questions, right? Normal people would have questions. Finally, you whispered, “What is happening to me?”

John came to crouch beside you, his thick tail curling around his feet, tucking itself out of the way, and he dropped his voice into that deep purr of his,

“You called us here, love. You needed us, and we were awakened. We have listened to your struggles. For years we have kept you safe in this…” He looked around with a frown of disapproval, “... bloody meager estate, waiting for the night you would bring us back to this plane of existence to mate with you and take you home to claim your rightful place on the throne of Evenhold. Your people need you. We need you. You are the last hope for our kind.”

You listened to him and tried your best to keep a straight face,

“You have got to be fucking with me right now. This is not real. You are not real!”

To your shock, instead of doubling down, he looked hurt by your comments. His eyes peered down at you as if he wanted to make you see the truth, like he wanted to convince you of his words, but he held himself back. 

Soap came over to you, his pale flesh gleaming like a pearl under the moonlight, the cracks of his skin a cerulean blue, and his wings fading from navy to black at the very tips, 

“Bonnie, I ken how it sounds. But, you didnae meet your mother nor your father, aye?”

“No, I grew up with my Grandma Val–”

“Valeria, the Witch of the Four Winds,” Soap confirmed, sitting down beside Ghost, “She protected you until her death. So, you came here, to this city, and –”

“And this apartment… the deal was so good, I couldn’t pass it up,” your brain was reaching around in the dark, looking for the light. It was making your head spin. 

“Did you never wonder how you could afford it, lass? Didnae you remember Darkhollow? The River Binn? Everhold Keep? We ran together as rooks through the halls, stealing burchfruit from the ta–”

John cut him off, his eyes studying you in the darkness,

“Enough. Sorcerer Cael stole her memories the same night he fuckin’ murdered the Emperor and the Empress. She knows nothing of home. But, we can help her remember.”

You reached out to him, touching his cheek in such a familiar way, and yet, experiencing it anew,

“How?”

“We will take you as our mate. Through our magic, you can use our memories to rebuild what you’ve lost,” John cupped your hand in his huge paw, bringing it to his fanged mouth, and kissing your palm reverently. 

“We know that you have been…” Gaz smirked, “... disappointed by suitors in this realm. But, we will help you remember the kind of mate the Empress of Evenhold deserves.” 

“Trust us, lass,” Soap lifted your chin up to look into your face, “We will set things right. We’ll take you home.”

Ghost crawled beside you on the bed, and the mattress dipped beneath his heavy frame, 

“You are our guiding star, love. We’ll do whatever you ask of us. If you want us to leave, we fuckin’ will. Just say the word, and you’ll never see us again.”

At his oath, you felt something twist in your heart. No! That was wrong. You belonged together. These were your protectors. You needed them as much as they needed you.

“No. You belong with me,” you said, planting a soft kiss on the side of Ghost’s mask, “Help me remember.”

“We won’t be back here, love. Are you sure you’re ready to go?” John asked you, standing at full height. 

The others stood with him, waiting for your word. 

You thought about checking your phone, or putting an away message up on your profiles, but what would be the reason? If you wouldn’t be back here, you’d just disappear. You’d fade away from memory just like any other streamer who logged on for the last time and never came back. It happened all the time. Your parents were dead, you didn’t have any family, and your friend would be okay without you. What was keeping you here?

“Let me wash my face, and then we’ll go,” you said, ducking into the bathroom to braid your hair out of your face and wash the eyeliner off of your eyes. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and for the first time in a long while, you enjoyed looking at the person that you saw. You looked brave. You looked ready. You looked like you were about to have the ride of your fuckin’ life. 

You slid an extra hair tie around your wrist and met the gargoyle army in your bedroom. 

“Okay, I’m ready for the magic mating ritual, I think. Do you wanna do it here, or…”

“No, love,” John chuckled warmly, “We’ll take you to the portal. Your power will ignite the beacon.” 

“Where is that?” You asked, feeling a little deflated. 

“Far from here. C’mon, love. Need to beat the sun,” John grabbed your waist and held you against his chest. He wrapped his tail around your body protectively, and you watched in horror as the other three dove through the window, spreading their wings out over the midnight fog.

“Oh, fuck. Are we flying there? Holy shit! Wait, wait, wait…”

The next thing you knew, you were sailing through the air, gliding down from your bedroom window and out into the night sky. 

“It’s alright, love. Hold onto me,” John chuckled, amused by your panicked response. 

“Fuck!” You whispered, burying yourself in John’s broad chest, clutching at his waist as hard as you could.

You could feel the powerful beat of his wings as he gained altitude, the rush of wind subsiding when you emerged above the clouds, and the moon looked as if it hung close enough for you to grab it, bright and glowing in the black sky. 

You were breathing in rushed gasps, and you didn’t know if you should laugh or cry. John sensed your distress, and he held you tighter against his warm body.

“Shh,” he pet you gently, and you felt his claws trace delicate lines down your back. For some reason, it lulled you into a dazed state, and you thought you might pass out, “Sleep, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”

A few more minutes went by, and with each delicate pass of his claws, you watched the stars scatter above you, more and more of them coming into your view as you escaped from the city, and you closed your eyes and let your guardian take you away with him. 

When you awoke, you were still flying with John, but you were descending on a small hilltop.

“Where are we?” You asked in a low voice. 

John pointed below,

“The portal is here. I’ve sent the lads on ahead to prepare the ritual. We won’t beat the dawn unless we hurry.”

“What happens at dawn?”

“We turn to stone. You’ll be left unprotected.”

“Is that what these are?” You asked, tracing the cracked lines in his skin, “From where you broke free?”

“Yes,” John nodded, “We wear them with fuckin’ pride, love. We’re soldiers. It is our duty and our right to be your guardians.”

“In the… At home, do you turn to stone in the sunlight?”

He paused, and you wished you could hear his thoughts, but after a few moments he said, 

“No, only here.”

Something about his answer saddened you. You wanted to wipe all of that pain away from his face. You needed to see him in the light of day. To see him happy. You felt so strongly about it, and it made you wish that you had called for him sooner. 

“Could you hear me when you were frozen?”

“Yes, love,” he smiled, swooping his wings to land with you on the soft grass, “Every word.” 

He placed you down carefully, and as he did, he bent forward, wrapped his wings around you, and kissed you. You leaned into his touch, enveloped in his dark embrace, feeling the bristle of his beard and the fullness of his lips. He tasted like holiday spices and raw honey. His sweetness and heat blending together on your tongue and making you dizzy with want.  

“Tryin’ to get a head start, Captain?” Gaz’s voice rang out over your shoulder.

You were unfurled from John’s wings and released from his kiss, but he kept a possessive hand around your waist.

“Captain?” You turned to ask him what that meant. 

“We’re soldiers, remember? I’m the Captain of the Imperial Guard. My two sergeants,” he pointed to Gaz and Soap, “and my lieutenant,” he nodded to Ghost. 

“C’mere, love,” Ghost pulled you away from John and brought you over to the entrance of a large cave. 

The mouth of the cave was hidden behind vines and overgrowth, but you could barely make out the ancient carvings that were etched into the side of the round entrance. 

“This is the portal, lass. Your magic opens the door, and we can go home.”

“I don’t know how to do magic,” you looked at him for help. 

“We’ll show you. Let us help you remember, love,” John purred darkly behind you, joining you on the side opposite Ghost, taking your hand and guiding you into the cave. 

Once inside, you saw a large, flat altar, carved with runes and symbols, and all along the back wall of the cave were huge scenes of war and destruction, patterned in gold and silver and bronze etchings. In the images, you saw hordes of gargoyles fighting against an evil wizard who carried a long staff and cast fiery spells across villages and castles, destroying everything in his path. 

But, you couldn’t dwell on the images for long. Your warriors had other plans. John guided you to his arms once more, kissing you chastely this time, before untying his loincloth and revealing his unbelievable cock. 

When he saw the look on your face, his mouth stretched into a smug grin, and he pumped his wings, proudly beating them once and then twice to stir the air in the large cave, purring deep inside his chest. 

His dick wasn’t just large. It was impossible. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside of you without some sort of feat of strength. As the others disrobed, standing beside their leader, you saw how much of a challenge this venture truly was. 

Their cockheads were covered in layers of foreskin that lay across their head like the petals of a flower. They were thin and smooth, and it made the tip of their dick look like the head of a blooming rose. John had more petals than the others, while Gaz had only three or four, but his were large, like a drooping magnolia, hiding the fist-sized glans underneath.

The shaft of John’s cock was studded with smooth, marble-like protrusions, which, as he rubbed his hand over them, swelled and leaked, producing his own lubricant for him as he worked his phallus to a high, glossy shine. On the underside of the body, two soft bands of flesh hung down like lips on a mouth, creating a flared feature along the base of his cock. 

At the root of his shaft, John had a bulging, pulsing knot. It looked like it was throbbing with its own heartbeat, and it wrapped itself around his entire girthy base, making your mouth water.

Their physiology was as unique as it was inhuman. Gaz only had three marble protrusions, none of the soft bands on his undercarriage, but a hefty, engorged knot. Ghost’s cock was board-straight, covered in a chaotic mess of marble bumps, making his whole prick drip and drool onto the cave floor without him even needing to touch it. 

Soap was the only one who had pulled his petals down over his blunt cockhead to reveal it to you. It was bright pink and swollen, looking every bit like a smooth, silky peach. The large slit in the center held a bead of precome, ready to be smeared across either of your lips. His shaft was curved like a bow, and you noticed that the flared flesh at his base looked like a plush bed of fox coral, bending and furling like fine lace on the hem of a dress. 

“Our mate is pleased,” Gaz noted, sniffing the air and licking his fangs with a skillful tongue. 

You made your way over to John, eyeing Gaz as he tugged on his giant ballsack, fondling his heavy pearls and comforting himself as he admired you. John was breathing hard, his belly filling with air, his rolling purr growing louder as you got closer to him. 

You knelt on the soft dirt floor of the cave and began to lick and suck at the knot on the base of John’s cock. He growled, flapping his wings with excitement, 

“No, love,” he peered down at you, “Let us care for you.”

“I want to taste you,” you looked at the other beasts circling around you, casting long shadows over you with the shuddering wings, “All of you.”

“Your wish is our command, Empress,” Ghost snarled, fisting his cock in his claws and presenting it to you like a treat. 

You used both of your hands to rub his shaft, letting his silky lube collect in your palms and drip down your wrists. You began prying his soft petals apart with the tip of your tongue, discovering how sensitive they were. By the time you found his head, he was drooling wet for you, filling the center of his flower with clear, shining precome. You drank from him, sucking the sticky fluid like nectar from a buttercup, sighing when you found it sweet. 

John chuffed, impatient with his lieutenant for cutting the line, and you looked up at him and smiled, showing him your tongue as it dripped with Ghost’s wet promises. Then, you brought your attention back to your biggest guardian, taking care to use both hands to roll the flesh of his shaft up and down the hefty appendage. You let your thumb dip into his furled folds that ran along his base, and he hissed, instinctively using his paw to cradle the back of your head and encourage you further. 

You obeyed his silent command, using your lips to kiss inside of his crown of closed petals, slurping and drinking the sweet gift you discovered inside. As you kissed his cockhead, the fleshy flower surrounding his tip tickled your lips and nose and chin, spreading their honey over your whole face, coating you in him and his heady scent. 

Gaz reached down to touch your breast inside your dress, his huge claws tickling over the smoothness of your skin, making you gasp. 

“So fuckin’ bonnie, innit she?” Soap admired you, taking position on the other side to fondle and feel your other heavy teat, using his claws to draw aching spirals all the way up to your nipple.

You were fully suckling on John’s wide head, now. He was pouring clear, shining precome down your throat, and you were swallowing it into your belly as if it were his come. Then, Gaz took you from him, guiding your chin over to his hanging prick, smiling at you as you nuzzled it, handsfree, into your lips. His wide petals covered most of your face, spreading his slick over your cheeks and down your throat, sticking themselves to your skin. Then, Johnny took your hand and held it in his own, making you rub his curved length until he was trembling for you. You took turns sucking from them both, realizing that the more you sucked, the more delicious fluid they made. 

John petted your hair lovingly, drawing your attention away from his soldiers and back to him. You looked into his glowing blue eyes, mesmerized by his magic, and gave him your best doe-eyed face, hoping your hunter would take his shot. 

“The sun is nearly here, Empress. There will be plenty of nights to play together ahead of us, but we must open the portal.”

You rose to your feet, shocked by how small you were compared to the monsters that surrounded you, and let John lead you to the altar. He lifted you up and knelt down in front of you, using his long, blue tongue to lick his way up the side of your thigh. When he found your heat, his chest shook with a stifled roar, and he grabbed your hips in his paws to crush you to his face. Ghost stood beside him, peeling off your black slip dress to make you naked, and he and Gaz held your legs wide for their captain. Soap crawled upon the altar to feed his tongue into your mouth, fucking your throat in long, gentle licks just as John stuffed his into your warm pussy. 

Ghost and Gaz suckled from your breasts, pulling and plucking at your nipples in deep, vacuumed mouthfuls, making you feel like you were being eaten alive from the inside and the outside of your whole body. Your orgasm hit your body before your mind registered that you were coming. You jerked, arching your back and screaming out from the base of your throat, begging for mercy. 

Your gargoyles pet you with their claws in that same, somnolent way that John had while you were flying, and you felt yourself relax into your orgasm, riding it out in long, suffocating waves. 

“You are so tight, love,” John looked up from his eating, his eyes full of worry, “We’ll try to be gentle with you, but you will need many nights of training before you can carry our rooks. Your body will learn from us, in time. For now, your memories are all that matter.”

He stood, and the other gargoyles held you tightly, supporting you on the altar. John huffed out a long breath, spread his wings wide, and stepped forward to mount you. 

You watched his cock’s petals as they collided with your own, spreading himself all over you like a brush full of paint. He focused on your hole, smearing his hot precome as generously as he could. Then, he began to press forward. 

“Holy fuck! I can’t take it! I can’t… John… it’s not… mngh! Ohhhh…” You cried out in agony and then melted into a quiet bliss. 

As he entered you, the other three pet you with their paws, soothing you and helping you catch your breath. 

Then, when you took his entire head, he rested at your entrance, waiting for you to come back around.

“John, what the fuck? I’m not built for your dick. How…?” You looked up at him, pleading for some relief. 

“You’re doing so good for us, love,” Gaz licked and kissed your neck and breast, suckling on you to calm you down.

“You can take him,” Ghost held your hand, “His musk will open you up for us. Look at how it’s swelling your pussy, sweetheart.” 

You looked down at yourself, and you saw that Ghost was right. Your pussy was creamy and puffy, soaking in John’s fluids, his musk, and it was helping you relax for him. John stepped forward, slipping in another inch or so, fitting his bent petals through your entrance. Then, with each grueling thrust, you felt the line of marble nodes press against your walls, secreting their lubricant all over your walls and making you drip onto the altar. 

“So good for me,” John groaned, holding your breasts in his hands, stealing them away from Gaz and Soap, squeezing them hard enough to leave pinprick marks with his talons. 

“Anhh– John! I’m…”

“Yes, come again, love. Come for me, remember me…”

Your mind was flung through space and time, spinning and feeding you a chaotic string of memories that didn’t seem like your own. You tasted food and drink you’d never tried, you sang songs you didn’t know, ran full speed across fields full of flowers you’d never smelled. It was maddening, watching you live a life you’d never had. Then, there they were, your four gargoyles, pledging their loyalty to you and your parents, vowing to be your protectors. But, just as your heart filled with hope, there was a great black fire that roared through the halls of your keep, burning the people you loved, destroying the peace in your realm. The Dark Sorcerer, Cael. 

John was pounding away at your body now, and you were shivering from the heightened pleasure. How long had you been out? Your belly felt full of him, and you could see the outline of his shaft as he shoved himself through you, fucking you nearly up into your ribs. You reached down and cradled him outside of your belly, and he moaned from your touch, his heavy balls slapping against your ass in a punishing, deafening rhythm.

Then, you saw John beat his wings again, fighting with his own pleasure. He speared you fully, sealing himself inside of you, and it was at that point that you felt the curling, pulsing pressure of his knot. 

“John… I’m not… I can’t…” You could barely keep your eyes open. 

He gathered you up in his arms, wrapping you tight to his chest, and hugged you to his scalding, scaled flesh. When he breathed against you, his chest filled your space, and you could feel the tremors racking his body. He folded his wings around you, enclosing you in his protective embrace, hiding you in his darkness, and lowered you with his steady, inhuman power onto his throbbing knot. 

Your scream was silent as your breath caught in your throat. You’d been shattered, thrown with supernatural might into a bursting orgasm, forced to come hard onto his swollen, beating shaft. 

He was coming, too, and it filled your walls, making your belly hang heavy with fertile, gargoyle seed. John roared, thrusting himself up into you to grind his knot within your hole, churning his cream within you, and soaking your womb in his come. 

John sighed, bending his neck to kiss your open mouth, petting you with his paws, rubbing his cock through your abdomen with his thumbs. His come moved inside of you as he did so, and you were so stuffed with his hot spend, the moment he began to unseal himself, it sprayed out of you and onto his cock, legs, and the floor of the chamber, turning the dirt to mud. You were gaping wide, dripping in his come, and trembling from brain-breaking orgasms. He didn’t look much better. He was spent, sitting on the ground of the cave, breathing hard and fast. 

But, you couldn’t think about aftercare. Ghost took his place as soon as it was available, stepping through the muddy, semen-soaked floor without so much as a second glance. His dick was covered in his musk and he used it to rub it all over your clit, arching his back to paint your nipples with it as well, painting long lines of his scent all over your chest, belly, and legs. Satisfied, he notched himself at your entrance and spread your walls wide again, guiding himself deep inside of you. 

You hissed in sweet agony, and he smiled down at you knowingly, 

“You’re taking me so well. My tight little quim. So perfect. How I missed you, lover.”

John was standing again, and he came to help Ghost hold you in place as he pounded himself into you with long, agonizing strokes. You were glad he was there because your whole body was limp. You hung off the side of the pedestal like a ragdoll, letting Ghost rail himself into you, his studded shaft rolling orgasm after orgasm through your nerves, forcing you to come one after the other, just an endless parade of pleasure. Your mouth was open, and Gaz was suckling on your lips and tongue while Soap devoured your breasts, pinching and biting and slurping to his heart’s content. 

John put his paw on your belly, feeling how Simon was protruding out of your flesh, heavy and built to last, His knot smaller but harder than John’s. 

“Remember, love. C’mon, try to reach deeper,” you keened, feeling hot tears rush out of your eyes and down your cheeks as Gaz devoured your tongue. Then, you were transported again, back to your dear Evenhold. You were locked in a battle, controlling your magic and trying to crack a portal. You didn’t have a clear destination, but you found one all the same. Finally, your opponent, Cael, made a misstep. He tried to cast a sealing spell on you, but you deflected it, casting it on your devoted warriors instead, watching them tumble into the portal, wrought in dark stone. You felt yourself scream, and you killed the sorcerer, leaping into the portal to save the heroes you loved. 

But, something had gone wrong. Time, fickle and flowing, warped itself, wrapping around your magic and flinging you back through time. You were a child again, and you were alone. 

The look of despair on your face told Ghost everything he needed to know,

“She remembers. It’s working. Fuck! Take all of me, love. Come back to us!”

He slammed his knot inside of you and stretched his wings out wide and straight, his whole body vibrating with his energy, the enormous cock inside your core jerked and drooled come all over your walls, drowning itself in your tight, swollen hole. 

When he popped his knot out of you, he held it to your pussy like a gate, encouraging the come he’d left behind to settle in your belly instead of spilling onto the ground. It worked poorly; there was just too much of it, but you felt fuller than before, and you knew your womb was carrying their seed deep within you. 

“Hurry, Soap,” John stretched his claws, showing his discomfort, “Dawn.”

Soap took his place between your legs and struggled with his tip. You were pliant and soft for him, but it still wasn’t enough. 

“Turn her,” he grunted, and your protectors followed his command, flipping your body over so that you could be on all fours for him. 

He spread his musk over your hole, using his paws and cock in unison, trying his best to prepare you for his cock’s sinister curve, but it was no use. 

“Just… take me, Soap. Please… I need to know…” You whined, just under your breath, preparing yourself for the ache of being stretched by him.

“Bonnie, I willnae hurt you. Give me a moment t–”

“Now,” you insisted, spreading yourself wide for him, “It has to be now.”

He sighed, and he put his wings around you instinctively, wanting to protect you from the pain and not knowing how.  Soap slipped forward, and his cockhead caught in your inner ring of muscles, stuck, oozing its precome into your hole. He was afraid to press forward, unwilling to injure his mate, fearful of what he might do to you.

So, you fucked him. You leaned back, pressing your cunt down onto his tip, feeling every hard inch as you did so, prying yourself open like a stone fruit, using his prick to cleave your body. Thankfully, he was not as thick as John nor as long as Ghost, but he was a challenge for the entire ride. Every single thrust felt like a damn marathon, and he was shaped in such a way that your delicate g-spot was bullied into a wet, body-shaking submission. 

You never stopped coming on Soap, but you didn’t remember starting either. He erased your mind and filled it with him, only him, and you slipped into his memories as easily as a warm bath, letting him drown you in his slick affection.

You saw yourself as a child, running through the keep, chasing Soap, a mischievous rook, letting him fly you onto the feast table to steal fruits and berries from the bowls, screeching as the cooks chased you from them, laughing and tumbling and rolling into the garden where you shared them together, ripping off ripe, sweet lobes, and fighting over the last bites.

Then, he was a young man. Younger than he was now, but every bit as handsome. None of his blue cracks were there to mar his pearlescent skin, and you marveled at his beauty. He flew with you to your secret spot, high in the white, chalk cliffs of Evenhold, overlooking the sea. He said nothing, but you understood everything in that moment. 

The crash of the waves mimicked his rough fucking, and the lightning strike of another pleasure-filled crescendo slammed you back to the present, letting you watch him groan and stretch and fly with your body, pulling you from the altar into the air, clutching you around your throat and belly with his long tail in a deep embrace, trapping you on his knot and using his hands to milk himself into you, squeezing his root like a summer fruit, giving you every last drop. 

His wings faltered, and his body went limp, and he lay you on the altar as gently as he could before collapsing on the ground of the cave, eyes shut and trembling. 

Gaz mounted you, grabbing your hips and dragging you toward him. You looked down as he held your legs open, using his tail to protect your head from the rough platform. Then, he slipped into you with a gentleness you were not expecting due to his size. You thought you had finally been stretched to the point of comfort, worried about the state of yourself, but it was just an illusion. Once he impaled you past his enormous head, the petals folded back and his fat prick began to struggle within you. But, unlike Soap, he did not hold himself back. He knew you were close to the answer, and he needed to give it to you. 

You both stared down at your swollen belly, full of come and beginning to fill with his shape. Gaz took your hand and placed it just above your womb, and moaned, grunting at you,

“Hold me here, love. Feel me… here…”

You tried to obey, but doing so made all of the sensations inside of you that much more intense. You could feel every petal, every ridge, every slippery marble node, the furl of his flesh and the impossibly thick length of his phallus, all of it working inside of you, right below your palm. 

“Press…” He begged, his brown eyes soft and pleading. 

So, you did, and you made yourself start to come. It was too beautiful of a feeling. You could sense every twitch and pulse and slip of his cock inside of you, feeling it with your walls as if you would your hands, squeezing him within you like a hilt to its blade, wielding him like a weapon. 

You tipped over the edge, falling into another dream, but this time, it was a place you recognized. You were with Valeria, young again, just a child, and you watched her close the portal, making the runes with her hands, and sealing off the world of Darmoch, Evenhold, and everything you’d ever known.

Then, she cast a spell over your guardians, releasing them from their stone prisons, but at a price. Their skin splintered and cracked, and the stone cut awful shapes in their flesh, burning them with permanent scars. You wanted to help them, but you were slowly forgetting their faces. Things were fading away, and Valeria was the only one who knew how to help you. 

You opened your eyes, clutching Gaz’s long dick within you in both of your hands, massaging him with deep affection and adoration. You looked up at him and said, 

“I remember everything.”

He smiled, leaning forward to kiss your mouth, nuzzling your nose with his own snout, minding his tusks and groaning for you, 

“Mmm, of course you do, my love. I knew you would.”

Gaz took a sharp breath and rolled his knot into you, emptying himself inside like the others, making you warm, full, and knowing the most perfect love. It was written all over your soul, your promise to them, their vow to you, the ancient oath to protect you and to follow your command until the end of days. 

When he pulled away, stumbling back and catching himself on the cave wall, you knew your destiny. You rose to your feet, ignoring the aches of your humanity, casting aside your doubt. You pulled your guardians close to you, putting their hands on your arms and shoulders, and just as the pink dawn began to crest over the horizon, you said,

“Hold on to me. We’re going home.”

Don't look at me like that. Y'all knew I was out of my mind before you even started reading this fic. C'mon, now.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 24

part 1 | part 23 | ao3

cw: alcohol, throwing up, brief reference to canonical character death

"Oh, my god!" Robin barks, nearly throwing herself off-balance again with the force of her laugh. "This is too good, man. You truly cannot escape your babysitting duties."

"Can I help you?" Max seethes.

Help him? Help him? "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She gestures to the guy she's holding onto, some fluffy-haired kid with a cut-off vest covered in safety pins that Steve sort of vaguely recognizes as one of Eddie's friends. Oh, shit. Is Eddie here finally? Has he seen him?

"Wait, where's Lucas?" Steve asks.

"Who cares?" she bites back.

The guy gives a nervous chuckle and loosens his grip on her waist. "Uh-h. Did you say babysitter?"

"He's not actually, Jesus. I'm fourteen; I don't need a babysitter. And he was just leaving, anyway, right?"

Her glare feels like a slap. Girl's got daggers in her eyes, holy shit. It's like she's hoping some of El's powers magically transferred to her; like she's picturing him flying ten feet into the air and landing with a splat on the far side of the concrete, and he doesn't need this. He did not come out tonight to be bullied by a teenager. "Okay, that's it, I'm taking—"

"—me to the punch bowl!" Robin interrupts, putting her hands on Steve's chest to stop him from grabbing Max and hauling her back to the car.

"Robin, what—?"

"Yep!" She shoves him hard, pushing him to the edge of the dance floor. "Silly me, just dying of thirst, ha ha. Okay, cool, see you both later!"

—

"What the hell was that?" Steve demands when they're safely on the far side of the pavilion.

"An intervention."

Oh, my god. May he never hear the word 'intervention' again in his life.

"Un-ruffle your Mother Hen feathers for two seconds and think, would you? One: it would look really, really, seriously weird for you to be seen dragging a dead jock's kid sister kicking and screaming to your car."

A dead jock’s kid sister. Jesus, tipsy Robin has no tact.

"Two: you said we were going to go out and have fun and get, and I quote, 'very drunk.' Take your babysitter hat off for one night. She's a high schooler, and this is a high school party."

"Yeah, I know," he sulks. Doesn't need the reminder that he's technically past the age limit.

"Okay, so then let her have fun! It's not like you weren't out drinking and smoking by her age."

'I'm always so right about everything. I'm, like, cosmically correct.' Goddammit. Steve needs another drink. "I just don't want her to do anything dumb and get hurt."

"She won't. We can just, like, keep an eye on her from a distance, right? Let her come to us if she needs anything."

"So we should just act like your parents?" Steve snorts.

"My parents are amazing, thank you!"

"Your mom offered me mushroom tea once."

"Like I said: amazing."

Steve huffs a laugh, flips his hair out of his eyes and snags a handful of tortilla chips. "Okay," he says around a crunchy bite, "so what's the third thing?"

"Third thing?" Robin asks. She’s not even looking at him anymore, her eyes eager and distracted as she scans the crowd.

"You're biting your lip weird, there's clearly a third thing."

She turns to him, and the smile springs free from its containment, spreading all over her flushed, ecstatic face. "Vickie just showed up."

—

Steve’s hammered.

Whoops.

Didn’t mean to do it; feels a little bad about it as he tips his head up to the sky and all the stars go raining in bright streaks across his vision. Reminds him of the ceiling at Starcourt, nauseous and spinning under a swirl of bright fluorescence. He hopes Rob’s flirting is going well.

He meant to get politely drunk.

A socially appropriate amount.

But then Robin ran off to flirt with Vickie, and Steve was doing his best to just lay low, steer clear of Max and maybe find a way to casually run into Eddie if he could find him, when he spotted the girl he went on that disaster of a date with instead and realized his options were either: stay there by the beer coolers while she came over with her new date and subjected him to the most painful small talk of his life, or retreat to the dark edges of the party with as much booze as he could carry, so.

He's slumped on top of a picnic bench downwind of the bonfire, bad ear ringing, belly full to bursting, trying to remember when one beer became… more than one beer.

Five?

Six, maybe?

Fuck.

“‘M gonna puke,” he confesses to the splintered wood beneath his feet; to the pine bough overhead, the smoky fire at his back.

“Wow,” someone says, an amused lilt to their tone, and Steve knows that voice, he—

Oh, no.

Ohhhh, no.

Now? Really?

Steve whips his head around, opens his mouth to ask ‘Eddie?’ and barfs all over his shoes.

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part 25

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[fandoms--fluff]

Hello gorgeous I love your work and I want to ask you is you cold do one more of Hayley Marshal and Mikaelson little sister were Hayley take on a walk in the stroller yn and Baby Hope but some people trait to attract them but yn kill them

Puddles

Flufftober, October 4th

Baby Mikaelson heretic sister reader x Hayley Marshall (& Hope Mikaelson)

Warnings: mentions of death?

A/n: Thank you, Love. I hope you like it!

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"Make sure you stay close, okay, Sweetie?" Hayley zips up your yellow jacket. "One han' on s'roller" You nod your head, looking up at the brunette hybrid.

"Yes, exactly. Good job." Hayley places a kiss on your forehead and double checks that Hope is all strapped in. Once she's certain the one year old is all secure, she goes back to the handle bars and starts walking.

You have one hand grasped onto one of the side bars of the stroller as you walk.

Hayley takes you guys down one of the paths in the local park. You jump in all the puddles you walk by, giggling as your yellow rain boots gets water splashed everywhere. But you make sure not to get any puddle water on Hayley or Hope.

The hybrid watches with a smile as you have fun. She knew you were getting restless from being kept in the abattoir for so long. So she planned this small outing for the three of you without any of the family drama for the afternoon. Nothing to worry about. And you finally get to let out some of your energy.

She wasn't sure how much more of your jumping on furniture and running around the place Elijah and Klaus could take before they snapped.

Her head snapped up from where she was looking down at a snoozing Hope. She feels someone trailing you guys. "Can you come here, Hun?" Hayley asks as if nothings wrong.

"Okay" You jump over to her and she places you on the stroller step under the stroller. "You want a snack?" She asks. "Mhm" You nod up at her, not noticing anything off.

Hayley grabs one of the baggies of goldfish out of the diaper bag and hands it to you. "Fanks" You say and open the baggie. "Your welcome" Hayley smiles as she starts to increase her walking pace.

She tries to make her way back to the abattoir to get one of your brothers or Marcel. She needs to keep you and Hope safe.

Before she knows it, you guys are surrounded by eight vampires.

You look up from your goldfish crackers when you realize you're no longer moving.

"Don't move, Hun. Please" Hayley pleads to you. You worriedly nod in compliance. Your nerves start to flare up with nervousness. You're scared. You don't know what's happening and you can tell Hayley is nervous as well.

You look back to Hope to make sure she was okay and when it's clear she's still asleep, you turn back over to face Hayley. Except she wasn't there. You turned to the side where she's fighting against two of the vampires.

One second she was taking them over before she got pinned down by a third one. And then you saw one of them advncing on Hopey. That, you couldn't let happen.

You jump up from the stroller and yell, "STOP!" A big wave of energy emits through the air and as soon as it crosses to the eight vampires, they drop dead to the ground. Veins are rising up their bodies, declaring they're dead.

Hayley Vamps up from the ground and over to you and Hope, who has been sleeping through everything. "Oh my god, are you okay, Sweetie?" She lifts you into her arms. She pulls you tight into a hug and you nuzzle your head into her chest, nodding.

"Scary" You mumble into her jacket. "Yeah, it was. I'm sorry Y/n/n." She pulled away from you a small bit and looks into your widened doe eyes. "Did you mean to do that?" She asks, referring to the many dead vampires.

"Mmm, no' exa'ly. Just happen" You shrug. "Has to keep Hopey safe" You tell her and turn to the sleeping Hope.

"Yes, and I'm grateful for that, but you have to remember not to put yourself in dangerous situations like that in the future, alright? You have to promise me" She runs her hand through your hair.

"I p'omise" You lay your head back onto her chest.

Hayley carries you with one arm while pushing the stroller with her other hand. She takes you guys back to the abattoir the quickest way possible.

"I think that was enough excitements for today" Hayley sighs as she lays Hope in her crib. You kick off your yellow boots and matching yellow rain jacket before climbing up on the chair next to the crib.

"Sleepy Hope. Nigh' nigh'" You wave to the one year old. "Yeah, good night, Hope" Hayley nods with a smile before picking you up from the chair.

"Let's go bake some cookies, huh?" She asks you after closing Hope's nursery door. "Yeah!" You exclaim, the days events behind you guys.

[h0ck3yl0v3r]

sparks fly

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lh43 x childhood!bestfriend

warnings: none?!?!

she missed him, and he missed her. with hockey season starting he was a mess. they had gotten paired together for a project in their english class. it was awkward, none of them knowing what to say.

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm

And I'm a house of cards

they sat in class trying to figure out the topic they should research about. still no words spoken, luke couldn’t help but admire her as she worked. the way her hair kept falling in front of her face, and how she bit the top of her pen from nerves, and the way her eyes were so beautiful.

And you stood there in front of me

Just close enough to touch

Close enough to hope you couldn't see

What I was thinking of

after an hour right before class ended, the two finally found a topic to research on. they settled on how miscommunication can affect ones life. ironic isnt it he thought.

“hey y/n” luke said trying to catch up the girl in a hurry to get back to her dorm.

“what do you want luke.” she said turning to look at the youngest hughes.

“i was wondering if maybe you’d wanna meet after my game, you don’t have to go to it but i figured itd be best if we talk and clear the air since we got paired together.” he said in one breath looking down at her looking for a response.

“okay.” thats all she said. “okay, ill text you after the game, bye y/n.” he said softly, “bye luke” she whispered softly watching him leave.

Drop everything now

Meet me in the pouring rain

Kiss me on the sidewalk

Take away the pain

tonight was a big game, the game against msu. yost was packed, luke was in the locker rooms trying to prepare himself for the game but all he could think about was the one girl who truly made him happy that he hurt. as for her, she was finding her way through yost being dragged out of her dorm by her roommate who was dating one of the players.

as the team skated out for warm ups all the girl could think about was when she’d always attend lukes games, how cute he was in his element, how passionate and focused he is once he hits the ice. she couldnt help but notice how the lighting brought out his green eyes, and how his small smile still has a hold on her.

'Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around

the game ended well, umich winning and luke scoring a hat trick, during his third goal in the third period he finally saw you, pointing at you during his celly. your heart melted at that, almost forgetting entirely about why you were mad at him.

My mind forgets to remind me

You're a bad idea

luke quickly finished changing back into his normal attire as you waited for him outside the locker rooms.

once he came out he gave you a small smile which you did the same back.

“care to go for a little walk m’lady?” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh and nod.

you guys walked in a comfortable silence before taking a break on a bench near his dorm.

“congrats by the way, you did amazing tonight.” you said looking up at him a d he smiled whispering a soft thank you.

“i know i said i wanted to talk to clear the air because of the project but it’s more than that.” he said and you nodded for him to continue “im sorry for everything, truly. i miss you so much it physically hurts and i know its not fair the way i treated you, i don’t expect you to forgive me but i just want you to hear my side of the story. i pushed you away because i thought you deserved someone better, someone who could be there all the time, and to have someone you wont have to worry about having to leave one day and do long distance. but in reality i did it to protect myself, because im in love with you, and i didnt want to have to face losing my best friend, or the heartbreak of when i have to leave for the pro’s but i realize now all i want is you, my whole life, its been you.” his voice cracking and leg bouncing from anxiety. you placed your hand on his knee softly rubbing it to comfort him. “lu, i thought you didn’t like me because you became so distant and went after so many other girls, so i never said anything to protect myself, i was so in love with you, the night i left i had cried to quinny, i thought i never had a chance so i pushed myself away too. but im still so in love with you, no matter how much i try to push it away” you said softly as he cupped your face caressing it softly, “i thought you knew, i gave so many hints” and you looked at him confused, “remember all times in high school when guys tried to hit on you and i immediately scared him away, or whenever id call you after a bad game, or when all i ever wanted was to be with you so i came over for like three days, holding your hand or cuddling watching movies that it came to a point my mom had to drag me back home. i thought you knew.” he said tears now falling softly down both of your faces. “im so sorry lu, i never picked up on any of that, i thought it was just because we were best friends.” he wiped your tears away “we were always more than best friends, so much for miscommunication huh? we better get an A on that project” he joked and you couldn’t help but crack a smile and laugh. and as the clouds began crying too, for the first time luke hughes kissed you. the most soft passionate kiss ever. “i love you.” he said pulling away resting his forehead on yours “i love you luke hughes.”

And the sparks fly

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[waechan]

meeting jeno for the first time (in the rain)

pairing: jeno lee x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

wc: 551

notes: third part to my meeting nct dream for the first time! you guys have been really liking this series, ty for all the love<3

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you just wanted to go home.

you were freezing, slightly wet, and barely covered by your tiny umbrella. you had just attended a job interview that you had totally bombed (and not in a good way).

standing on the curb of the street, kind of in the middle of nowhere, you sigh as you wait at the bus stop for the bus to come and take you back to your warm, soft, cozy bed.

water was hitting your face in light sprinkles, and your long slacks were soaked at the bottom.

you hated adulthood.

squatting at the curb to rest your legs, you let out a groan.

"ugh." you complain as your knuckles tighten around the hook of the umbrella, frustrated at the world.

"you okay over there?"

you hear this to the right of you, and you turn as you see a man standing there, then moving over to squat right down next to you.

there was something about him that made you much calmer inside. he looked like a naturally happy, positive guy. and boy, was he cute, but now was not the time.

you push the thoughts away, and blush in immediate embarrassment as you nod, looking down at the floor in front of you.

"i'm just really tired. had a bad day, is all." you admit as you let out a chuckle.

"ah, i see." he says as he nods. he smiles at you though, and you can't help but smile back. his eyes would crinkle into crescents, and it really wasn't like anything you had seen before. "are you headed home?"

you nod. "yes, just waiting for the bus."

he tilts his head in confusion.

"um, the bus?"

"yeah, isn't it coming in about 5 minutes? route 37, right?" your eyes widen as you put your hand up. "no, no, don't tell me-"

his eyes widen a bit. "oh! well um, it doesn't- function of saturdays..."

your heart drops and you feel it clench in immediate frustration.

"oh god." you grumble as your grip on your umbrella loosens, and it drops beside you. you let out yet another groan, not even bothering to pick it back up. "why does shit like this always happen to me."

you try to play it off as a joke, but it doesn't deliver like you wanted it to at all. tears start to prickle at your eyes, but the soft rain sort of helps you feel better.

his gaze softens, and he raises his umbrella, putting it over you to try to help. you shake your head.

"it's okay, i actually like the rain. helps clear my thoughts." you mumble into your arms as you rest your head against them.

you hear rustling beside you, and you look up as you see him closing his own umbrella, and letting the rain hit him, his shirt getting darker with each raindrop.

concern flashes over your face, and you touch his arm gently. "what are you doing? you're gonna get sick!"

he chuckles as he shrugs.

"it's alright, i like the rain too."

he reaches out and brushes a strand of wet hair out of your face, scanning your face to make sure you were okay.

"i'm jeno, and i know we just met, but...trust me to let me take you home?"

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i hope this came off as cute! idk i just see jeno as a really pure and kind soul

[ssturniolo]

Hopeless

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𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - Chris comforts you in a time of need, but misses his chance to share his feelings.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - swearing, crying, I hope that’s it :)

𝔞/𝔫 - I’m so sorry I haven’t been posting, I found my boyfriend of 2 years cheating so that was fun. Anyways, I’ll make a pt.2 at some point I hope you like it ! :)

Well this is definitely not how you planned your night to go. After finding your boyfriend of six months tongue-to-tongue with another girl, you had decided to make a surprise visit to the triplets house.

Which leads to now. Standing on the triplets front porch, face red and puffy from crying, in the rain. The fucking rain.

After knocking for the third time, you hear someone fiddling with the lock before the door opens to reveal Chris.

Seeing your distressed state, he immediately ushers you inside.

Shutting the door behind you, he turns around, cupping your cheek in his hand.

“What happened y/n?” He asks, his voice laced with concern.

Unable to answer, you wrap your arms around his middle, pressing your wet body against his. You bury your face into his neck, letting out uncontrollable sobs.

“Why am I so unlovable?” You choke out in between sobs.

“What did he do to you?” Chris asks. You can hear the anger in his voice. Chris has never liked your boyfriend, well… he’s never liked any of your boyfriends for a reason even you don’t know. But he’s always been right.

Still sobbing, your afraid to answer, embarrassed that this happened. Again.

Knowing your not ready to answer, Chris takes your hand leading you to his room.

“Why don’t you shower and then we can talk. Or do whatever if your not ready” Chris suggests, already handing you pj pants and a fresh love hoodie. You nod your head, making your way to the bathroom to start the shower.

You make sure to do every step slowly and carefully, dreading the moment you have to walk out and face Chris. This isn’t the first time one of your boyfriends has cheated on you, and Chris has helped and comforted you every. Single. Time. But he’s also made sure that you knew he was right about them every. Single. Time.

Exiting the bathroom, you join Chris on his bed. Leaning your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you, you take a shaky breath, eyes already welling up with tears.

“H-he cheated on me” you whisper, barely audible.

Chris’s whole body tenses as he perks up from his previously calm state.

“He did what?” His voice a low, angry growl.

“I saw him making out with some girl” you say, tears once again streaming down your face.

“Oh y/n” he starts, pulling you onto his lap to wrap you into a tight hug. “He’s a dick, he never deserved you.”

“I’m hopeless, every guy I’ve ever dated has cheated on me” you cry, sobbing into his shoulder.

Pulling away slightly so he can meet your eyes, he clears his throat, making sure you know he’s being serious.

“You are NOT hopeless y/n. There is someone out there who will treat you right and love you unconditionally” he says, looking you directly in the eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but must’ve decided against it when he just closes it again.

“Can I stay the night” you ask hesitantly, sniffling quietly.

“Of course” he responds, lying down with you still in his arms.

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Pt.2 ?

XOXO - Zoe

[kitsuga]

Rainy Day Friends. {Sebastian x Reader/Farmer}

Description: 

A fic in which Sebastian notices there’s at least something to look forward to in Pelican Town. 

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Tags: fluff, do frogs count as a warning tag?? is that needed?? who knows, reader is referred to as "Farmer"!, not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, stardew valley/sdv x reader/farmer, sebastian x reader/farmer, stardew valley/sdv, sebastian

Word Count: 1,871

A/N: Written on: September 2, 2022 

To be fair im afraid of frogs but like, in a normal way. I am not terrified of them but god forbid if one TOUCHES me, you know? they can be so cute but. do not touch me LKJSDF

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If there was one thing Sebastian appreciated about Pelican Town, it was the quiet pitter patter of the rain; once it started down, Sebastian could feel the weight of the world wash off his shoulders. Well, there was another reason this little town was alright—he looked down to find a small amphibian friend hop over his boot. He smiled softly to himself. 

Crouching down, he hugged his knees to his chest, watching closely as another small frog friend hopped along after the other. A third hopped up to him, sitting calmly and staring up at Sebastian without so much as a little thought behind its eyes. He chuckled under his breath and reached out, petting its head carefully with his index finger. Opening his palm, Sebastian stood back up straight once his new travel buddy hopped aboard; the both of them travelled slow, soaking up all the rain had to offer—no destination in mind, simply two storm-bound souls heading through the light fog of the unknown. Sebastian cringed to himself when he thought about it. A bit too edgy even for him. 

Making it down the mountain, he stood around the town’s center for a bit, just simply looking around. Where was he going to go now? The beach? Head back up the mountain? Both options made sure he enjoyed the weather longer, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling a bit of unwelcomed loneliness.  

“Where do you wanna go, little guy?” Sebastian brought the frog to his eye level, making sure the little creature knew he was addressing him. 

Well, he hoped it knew he was addressing him. He brought him back down level to his chest. He looked around again, holding his hand out towards where he was suggesting. 

“Wanna head to the beach?” He spun around and held him out again towards the path back home, “Or do you wanna head back home?” 

After an embarrassingly long pause as he was, after all, talking to a frog—the small amphibian jumped from his hand and down a third, unspoken choice pathway. Sebastian couldn’t stop the smile that broke out across his face, accompanied by a warm blush. He took a few large steps to catch up before snatching his friend back up, heading down the path.  

“A nice choice, I guess.” He put up a front, though his words were weak against his smile. “Wouldn’t have been my first choice. I’m not lying, don’t look at me like that.” 

The frog in his hand sat staring up at him, croaking softly as though it were speaking with him. Maybe Sebastian had been alone a bit too long, or maybe the rain was making him sick and he was delusional. Maybe it was both—he didn’t know. He shook his head and put his hand back down to his side, letting his friend continue hanging out the rest of the way. 

So, Sebastian had lied. There may have been at least one more, third reason why Pelican Town wasn’t so bad—but it was only a fairly recent reason, so it didn’t count. He also wouldn’t say it out loud, so it didn’t count. Things only count if you speak them to the world, right? The collar of his hoodie started to feel a bit too tight the more he thought about it; he cleared his throat. 

The farm was looking great—a much better sight than the overgrown, abandoned lot that it had been before. He was in awe of just how well it was doing, and how hard the farmer had been working day in and day out; he didn’t think he had what it took, if he were honest. His eyes scanned the lot—dozens and dozens of rows of vegetables, a few fruits, some flowers sprinkled here and there. The drenched scarecrows stood tall, protecting their respective crops with pride; the crows hiding from the rain in the nearby trees cawed distastefully at them. Small lanterns had a soft glow piercing the fog to line the walkways the farmer had made to navigate. In the short distance, he could hear the soft moo’s from inside a barn and soft clucks from another. Something about it was very… comforting. Everything was so organized yet so unique that it spoke to the farmer’s personality; his chest started to swell with pride—because he was friends with this new farmer, of course—no other reason. Or, well, it’s what he told himself. He shook off the goofy grin he had and replaced it with his usual disinterested scowl and knocked on the door. 

“Oh—yes? Who is it?” A voice called from behind the door. “Sorry, my hands are a little full to open the door.” 

“It’s… Sebastian,” he hesitated. “Do you need… help?” 

“Sebastian!” Sebastian’s heart skipped a small beat at the excitement in their voice. “You can go ahead and come in! Careful though, it’s a bit messy!” 

He opened the front door and stood in the doorway; they weren’t kidding when they said it was a mess—or that their hands were full. A few broken jars of jam splattered across the floor looking like a horror movie scene—the front of them including their arms were just as messy. If the sweet smell of strawberries hadn’t hit him immediately, Sebastian might have thought differently. 

“Are you alright?” He started to worry with the amount of glass surrounding them. “Are you sure you don’t need help?”  

“Oh no, I’m fine! Just an annoying mess to clean up. What brings you out this way?” 

“Oh…” Sebastian looked around for a moment, avoiding their gaze. 

Why was he here again? Following a frog’s advice? He couldn’t say that. Should he just tell them he was missing them? No, that was a little too straightforward at the moment. ‘I wanted to see you’—too strong. ‘I was bored’—it works, sounds kind of rude though. Through his thoughts, he felt the farmer’s stare linger on him a bit too long; a shiver made its way down his spine, but it wasn’t from the rain. The tips of his ears burned a bit. 

“I…” he thought quickly, covering his amphibian friend with his other hand and held it out. “I found something to show you!” 

“Is… it a frog?” They tilted their head with a slight frown. 

Sebastian read their body language—it was clear they weren’t the biggest fans of his favourite little creature, but they were certainly trying to be nice. Was there a slight fear in their eyes? They stared hard at his hands, it almost felt like they were burning a hole into them. He quickly hid his hands behind his back and stepped out of the doorway onto the front porch. 

“I no longer have something to show you.” 

“Ah!” They threw their hands out in front of them, concern and regret evident on all of their features. “I’m so sorry Seb! You can go ahead and show me!” 

“No no, it’s fine.” He took another step backwards. “Don’t worry about it. There isn’t anything to show.”  

“Seb! Please show me your frog!” 

They quickly navigated through the broken glass, which Sebastian watched with bated breath. They continued making their way towards him before he realized; his eyes widened and he just as quickly jumped from the steps of the porch, making his way towards the nearest bush. 

“It’s nothing! I don’t have one! It wasn’t important, anyway.” He called over his shoulder. “Don’t come over here.” 

“It is important!” The closeness of their voice startled him, though not as much as them jumping onto his back had done. “It’s important to you—you like them! Please show me!”  

Sebastian stood still for a moment, hunched over and holding his hands far out in front of him to keep the frog out of the farmer’s reach. He wasn’t sure what to do—his heartbeat was in his ears and he looked like a deer in the headlights at this point. It was, however, pretty cute to watch them from the corner of his eye, so determined to reach his hands this way rather than trying to get down and around him; he smiled up at them and opened his hands to reveal the small frog—not a care in the world, not a thought in its eyes. It stared up at them both. 

“Oh.” They wheezed. “It’s… certainly… a frog.”  

“Isn’t it kinda cute?” 

“It’s…. certainly… a frog,” they repeated.  

Sebastian laughed this time, their indifference now seeming like a cute quirk rather than something dismissive in his eyes. They slid off his back and he crouched down near the bush, placing his hand close enough to the ground to encourage his little friend to hop off. It disappeared into the shadows of the greenery, and Sebastian stared and smiled after it for a while before he heard the farmer speak behind him again. 

“Thanks for coming to show me your frog,” they started, a smile beaming up at him once he stood again. “I like learning about what interests you.”  

He wasn’t sure what to say to something as sweet as that, so Sebastian stared at them a moment, mumbling out a thanks as he switched between playing with the collar of his hoodie and scratching the back of his neck. It was silent for a beat—the only sound the pitter patter of rain once again, the distance moo’s and clucks of animals sheltering from the weather. 

“Sorry,” the farmer broke the silence, “I forgot about the jam. It’s all over the back of your hoodie now.”  

They sheepishly gestured to their clothes—cleaner, but certainly not clean—and laughed a bit embarrassed. They gestured back to their open front door. 

“I might have an extra one—want to borrow it? I could wash that one for you.” 

“It’s fine,” Sebastian shrugged. “It’ll wash off in the rain.” 

“Oh yeah, the rain’s one of your favourites too—right? You gonna keep roaming around in it?” 

“Until I clean off now, yeah.”  

“Hmm…” they hummed. 

Wordlessly, they ran back to close their front door and return to him.  

“I’ll join you! An easier way to clean this off? I’ll take it.” 

Sebastian bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing, but raised his eyebrow at them. 

“And your floor? What about that—” 

“It’s a problem for a different time. A different me.” They cut him off, holding a hand up as though they jokingly dismissed him. “What would you like to go do?” 

“Normally I just sit on the pier. Take in the atmosphere.”  

“Lead the way!” They grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit, pulling him down the pathway.  

He sighed in disdain—though it were fake. His smile spoke differently for him, happy in their presence as they started to recount their day and mishap very dramatically. The two of them bumped into each other a few times on accident before they started to do it purposefully—playfully, flirty. After a short pause for breath, the farmer spoke out again. 

“Show me all the good frog hunting spots. I’ll bring you one sometime.” 

[lotusflqwer]

Sick

a/n: hi guys! This is a Lu Time sickfic! I’m really proud how this fic turned out and I hope yall like it!

Summary: Time hides that he's feeling sick and experiences self-doubt in his leadership

Word count: 3.6K

Time stared into fire, absentmindedly messing with the buckle on his leather glove. He had taken the second shift of the night, and it was almost over.

He shifted and sat back on his hands; looking up at the stars in the sky. The last few minutes of his watch went by agonizingly slow. He thought about the last few days being filled with nothing but rain, and how much it slowed the group down. They could’ve been at the village Wild knew of by now. 

Time sighed. There was no use fretting over something he couldn’t control. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, they’d make it to the village late in the afternoon. They needed to restock on potions and supplies.

Time noticed the crescent moon hung high in the starry sky. That was a sign that his watch was over. He got up lazily, his muscles aching slightly. He quietly made his way over to Twilight to wake him up for the third watch.

Time placed his hand on the younger man’s shoulder and gently shook him awake. Twilight turned to lay on his back and squinted at Time. He sat up and tried to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.

“Your turn,” Time whispered as he stood up.

“How’d your watch go?” Twilight sleepily asked. He rose to his feet and ran his fingers through his dirty-blonde hair.

“Uneventful.” Time felt a sharp pain in his throat when he talked. He paid no mind to it, thinking it was from the campfire’s smoke. He cleared his throat and started to take off his leather gloves.

Twilight hummed in response and patted Time’s shoulder before making his way to sit by the dying fire. Time set his gilded blade next to his biggeron sword and laid down in his bedroll. He felt more exhausted than usual, but figured he would feel better with some rest.

Time let out a deep sigh as the sounds of the forest lulled him to sleep.

Time was awoken by the smell of breakfast. The sun was peeking over the horizon. Most of the chain were starting to wake up and packing their things. They needed to get to the village today.

Time tried to get up, but the light from the sunrise was making his head throb and his throat stung. He felt worse than before he went to sleep. He put his arm over his eyes trying to block the sunlight.

“You okay?” Sky’s voice sounded hesitant. Time lifted his arm and saw Sky tilting his head and looking at him with eyes full of concern.

“Yeah,” he rasped, “just didn’t sleep well. But I'm okay” Time fought a cough from escaping his chest when he sat up.

Sky looked at the elder hero and didn’t believe him. Time’s eyelids were droopy, he looked pale, and his frown was more downturned than usual.

Before Sky could open his mouth, Warriors was urging everyone to grab their breakfast and eat it quickly. “The quicker we start moving, the quicker we make it to town,” Warriors repeated. 

Soon everyone was finished packing and eating a bowl of berry oatmeal. Sky sat next to Warriors. “I don’t think the old man feels well,” Sky whispered, looking in Time’s direction. Warriors drew his attention to the older man. He noted Time wasn’t eating and looked incredibly ill.

“Knowing him, he would deny he was even getting sick,” Warriors sighed. “Yeah…that’s what he told me,” Sky said in between mouthfuls of oatmeal. He swallowed. “Should we talk to him?” 

“I doubt that would do anything,” Warriors stirred the oatmeal in his bowl, “but we can let him know if he needs a break during the march, all he has to do is say so.”

“We all know he won’t.” Sky exaggeratedly sighed, making the captain chuckle.

The group had finished eating and were putting on their armor and strapping their swords to their backs. Warriors went up to Time who was putting his pauldrons over his shoulders.

“Hey old man, just wanted to check if you’re doing alright,” Warriors began as he patted Time’s back. He raised an eyebrow at Warriors and bent down to reach his red straps for his armor. He cleared his throat before speaking. “I’m fine,” Time’s voice was raspy and low.

Warriors crossed his arms. “Sure…” He moved in front of Time. “Listen, if you need a break while we’re-“

“I won’t need one,” Time interrupted harshly, glaring at Warriors. He sighed and grabbed his belt. “Sorry…I’m fine, alright? You don’t have to worry about me. Besides, we have to make it to the village today.” 

Warriors saw through Time’s lie, but he had little hope that continuing the conversation would do anything. He sighed and adjusted his scarf. “Right…let’s get moving then. I’ll take the lead,” Warriors left no room for Time to disagree and left to gather the rest of the boys.

Time pulled his armor on with a glower. It felt like Warriors replaced him so easily. He ignored that feeling and went to join the others.

The chain had started walking through the forest. Time tried to keep his head high to convince himself he felt fine because he obviously did. He tried to ignore how heavy his armor felt or the intense pain in his head or how loudly the others were talking. He just had to keep walking.

By midday, the summer sun beat down on the chain as they kept walking. Everyone was eating their small lunch of fruit. The boys were in good spirits, talking amongst themselves.

However, no one dared to comment how Time was simultaneously shivering and sweating. His bones ached, and his headache was making his vision blurry. But he had to keep going, they had to make it to the village today, they were so close.

Time grew anxious thinking about how much time the group had lost because of past weather, and they weren’t even close to finding the dark lizalfos or another portal. The monster attacks have only gotten more frequent and this whole journey seemed like it was going nowhere. It seemed like every direction he led his boys in was the wrong one. Thank the goddesses Warriors decided they needed to find a village. But why couldn’t Time have thought of that? It was something so simple and he just didn’t-

He sighed with a scowl and pushed those thoughts away. He knew Warriors was doing what was best for the boys. He just had to keep walking.

Time huffed as he trailed behind the others. His congestion made his breaths ragged, but he was fine. He would make it to the village and then he could rest. He would show Warriors that he didn’t need a damn break.

The others started to notice how difficult it was for Time to keep up. Wind and Twilight slowed down to walk beside the older man. The two exchanged worried looks with each other. It seemed like Time didn’t notice their presence. He was too focused on walking and breathing.

The worn trail started to go over a hill. Time’s body kept rocking back and forth, wanting to fall as he trudged uphill. He started using the trees as support to walk. He could feel his body grow weaker with each step he took. The chain made it to the top when his foot slipped over a tree root. He fell to one knee, hand over his chest as he coughed and tried to get up. Wind and Twilight were quick to help him. 

“Alright, we’ll take a breather here.” Warriors announced as Time got to his feet. Time shook his head and slightly leaned onto Twilight, “I don’t need a break Captain I’m-“

“You are not fine!” Warriors cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re unwell and need a break, especially since we have no potions for you. I will not let you continue in this state. We’ll make camp here if we have to,” Warriors sharply regarded, trying to get through Time’s stubborn behavior.

“I said I’m fine, so I’m fine. I can make it to the village, there’s no need for a respite,” Time’s voice was firm as he waved his hand dismissively to Warriors. The pain in his throat made it unbearable to speak, but there wasn’t any need for a break. He knew his boys weren’t tired, and they needed supplies before they got attacked again. He would not be the one to slow them down.

“I think you should listen to the cap’in,” Twilight whispered to Time as he helped his ancestor stay upright.

Time pulled away from Twilight’s grasp and wiped the sweat off his forehead. “We’re moving,” He commanded and quickly stormed ahead of the others with his hands clenched into fists. The chain exchanged glances with each other. Warriors strode after him, planning to stop him and force him to sit down.

Time ignored Warriors’ yells for him to stop. Why couldn’t they understand he could handle this? Why were they listening to Warriors and staying put?

A strong chill ran up Time’s spine, making him stop. His hand went to his chest plate as he became overly aware how hot the sun was against him and how weak his body felt. His vision began to tunnel and his legs felt numb. 

Warriors noticed Time began to sway after he abruptly stopped. He desperately ran up to the older hero, hoping to break his fall.

Time collapsed to his side and hit his head on the ground before Warriors could catch him. Warriors quickly kneeled down, unstrapped Time’s swords, and turned him to lay on his back. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was burning up. Warriors instantly started to unbuckle the many layers of armor Time wore.

The rest of the group caught up with the two men. Wild hastily pulled some ice jellies from his slate and placed them on the older man’s forehead. Warriors managed to undress Time down to his beige tunic and black undergarments.

“Is he going to be okay?” Wind fiddled with his hands as he chewed his lip. Everyone waited what seemed like hours for Warriors’ answer. Time was shivering and that hit on his head definitely caused a concussion.

“He’ll be okay,” Warriors finally answered, hiding any uncertainty in his voice, “but we should give him some space. We’re stopping here, so everyone can rest for now.” 

The chain slowly scattered and Warriors stayed by Time’s side. Twilight lingered, sitting near Time’s legs. He didn’t want to leave his predecessor.

Warriors glanced up at the other hero. Twilight kept readjusting his bright orange sash around his waist. 

“Twi,” the rancher tensed hearing Wars’ voice, “he’ll be okay.”

“I know it’s just,” Twilight paused and let out a deep sigh, “I wanna say I hate when he hides stuff like this but…that’d just make me a hypocrite.” Twilight smiled ruefully.

Warriors let out a small chuckle. “I've hidden being sick before…but I know my limits,” he whispered as he gently ran his fingers through Time’s hair. He recalled the many times during the war when he didn’t have a choice but to keep fighting when he felt sick. Because of that, Warriors would hide the fact that he even felt unwell. He always hoped those around him wouldn’t adopt that habit from him, especially his brothers.

“Sure you do,” Twilight playfully rolled his eyes and he relaxed somewhat. He glanced down at Time with a slight frown. The seconds that passed by felt like eternity.

Time groaned and slowly shifted, seeming to come back from his unconsciousness. His eye was half lidded as he looked at Warriors; Twilight straightened and moved closer to the older hero. “Malon…” Time croaked as he curled his fingers on Warriors’ dangling scarf.

“Malon’s not here…” Warriors’ voice trailed off. Was Time hallucinating Malon’s presence? “How do you feel?” He whispered hesitantly. Warriors felt uneasy as he studied the older man’s face. He was reminded of the little boy Time used to be during the war. The captain moved his gaze up to Twilight, whose eyes were scanning Time with worry.

“So bad…” Time muttered as his grip tightened. His mouth felt dry and the ground seemed like it was spinning from under him. He squeezed his eye shut. “I can’t let the boys see me like this,” Time struggled to speak, “I want to go home. Malon, I can’t do this.”

“Can’t do what?” Twilight was quick to ask. Time slowly shook his head, tears were pooling under his eyelids. The pain in his body was unbearable. 

“I’m unfit to lead my boys. Every decision I make, it’s the wrong one,” Time began in a whisper.

Warriors managed to gently release Time’s grip on his scarf. He sandwiched the trembling hand in between his own.

“I feel like I’m leading them to an early death…having to-“ Time winced as a shiver ran through him. “Having to act like I know what I’m doing. I’m terrified of making a mistake, but that’s all I do,” he paused and took a deep breath. “Maybe if the captain was in charge, the boys would be better off,” Time confessed before coughs ripped through him, making his head throb.

Warriors was speechless at what he heard and Twilight furrowed his brows. Time’s breathing evened out as he fell asleep. He was exhausted by the constant strain his body has been in.

Warriors placed Time’s hand on the ground and sighed. He never knew Time felt that way. Never knew how much self doubt the eldest hero had in his abilities. 

Warriors just couldn’t wrap his head around it. Time is a great leader to them. There have been countless moments where his quick decision making saved their lives during battle. He’s also a great brother and friend. Warriors knew all the other heroes looked up to Time.

Warriors glanced at Twilight and then to the sky. Dark clouds could be seen in the distance headed their way. It would be dangerous if they were caught in the storm.

“We have to go,” Warriors stated as he stood up. He looked down at the two heroes. “I know we shouldn’t move him, but we don’t have better options. Can you carry him?” Warriors glanced at Twilight and then back up to the clouds. He briefly wondered if his captaincy is what made Time insecure of his own.

“I can,” Twilight replied, still looking at Time’s sleeping form. He was sweating again and shaking slightly; his face was in a scowl and his body was tense.

Twilight’s voice brought the captain back from his thoughts. “I’ll gather the others,” Warriors cleared his throat. “We cannot get stuck in the storm,” he cautioned. Twilight nodded and Warriors quickly left.

Twilight slowly shook Time‘s shoulder. “Old man…can you stand for me?” He whispered. Time‘s good eye fluttered open, he looked dazed and confused. Twilight carefully hooked his arms under his ancestor and lifted him to his feet. Time leaned on a nearby tree to stay upright, a small whimper escaped his lips. 

Twilight bent down and carefully slid Time onto his back. Time loosely circled his arms around the rancher’s neck. Twilight wrapped his arms around the older man’s legs, making sure he had a secure grip on them. Time groaned and rested his head on Twilight’s shoulder. There was a sharp pain on the side of his head.

Twilight was relieved he could carry Time so easily. Carrying a grown man was no different than carrying the livestock back home. Yet the rancher wished he was carrying a goat instead of his ancestor.

Twilight began walking to the others, carrying Time securely on his back. Each of the boys grabbed Time’s equipment and began traveling behind Warriors, hoping they’d get to the village before the storm.

The group was silent. A gust of air made leaves rustle around them. Thunder could be heard in the distance and the smell of rain only grew stronger.

Time woke up with a start and immediately regretted lifting his head too fast. He pursed his lips and slowly laid back down on the soft bed. The gentle sounds of rain hitting a window filled the room. He looked around. It seemed he was resting at an inn. He couldn’t remember how he got there.

He groaned as a shiver ran through him. He pulled the blankets over him but stopped. The boys. Where were they? If he was resting here that had to mean they were safe, right? He had to check up on them. Just to make sure they were all right.

Time tried to push himself up, but his body ached and he felt lightheaded. He reluctantly slumped down on the bed. He ran his fingers through his hair, irritated that he couldn’t get up. Time flinched when his fingers passed through the side of his head. How did he get hurt there?

There was a soft knock on the door before it slowly opened. Warriors walked in with a cup of water and a red potion. He wasn’t wearing his scarf or his chainmail. He quietly set down the things on the nightstand and turned to Time.

“You’re awake,” Warriors was a bit surprised. He placed his hand on Time’s forehead. He was still warm. “Do you feel any better?” Warriors whispered.

Time opened his mouth to say something, but his sore throat prevented him. He simply shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

“Do you remember how you got here?” Warriors asked as he pulled up a chair next to the bed. Once again Time shook his head.

“You fainted and got a mild concussion. Thankfully nothing too serious, but the rancher had to carry you here,” Warriors explained. “You still have a fever though. I was waiting for you to wake up to drink a potion. Here let’s get you propped up,” he continued.

Warriors helped Time sit up halfway and brought the potion to his lips. Time lifted his chin and drank the warm liquid. He took a few sips before turning his head. His throat didn’t sting as much and his dizziness dulled, but his body still ached.

“Thank you,” Time mumbled. Warriors helped him back down onto the bed and placed the potion on the night table. 

“It’s a shame a red potion doesn’t do much for sicknesses,” Warriors commented with a small smile, leaning back onto the chair. Time just hummed in response. He didn’t want to look at Warriors. He felt embarrassed that he was proved wrong about not needing a break. It was like he showed everyone he couldn’t take care of himself let alone a group of eight people.

Warriors sighed. He knew why Time wasn’t looking at him. He had so much to say to his little brother, but he didn’t know where to start. He’s never been good at talking about one’s feelings. This was more Twilight’s department, but Warriors wanted Time to see how much he cared about him.

“Sprite…” Warriors gingerly rubbed Time’s arm. “You gave us quite a scare, you know,” Warriors chuckled lightly and shook his head. He gave Time’s shoulder a little squeeze. “It felt…off that you weren’t really there with us. Everyone was so worried.” Warriors paused, trying to find the right words.

“No one needs to worry about me,” Time began, now being able to talk. “I could’ve handled it. I'm used to doing things myself.” 

“You don’t have to do it all by yourself anymore,” Warriors said. “You have us. You can count on us.”

“I can't,” Time whispered.

“Why not?” Warriors let go of Time’s shoulder.

“Because everyone counts on me,” Time looked frustrated. He sighed and rubbed his face. “What good is a team if their leader can’t handle anything? You of all people should know that.”

“I might be a captain but that doesn’t mean I know everything.”

“No, but it means you know how to lead,” Time bit back a cough, “I’ve never traveled with more than two people and now I have to lead eight young men? I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Warriors paused and shifted in his seat. “I think you’ve done a great job leading us,” He began softly, “Hylia knows it’s not easy to lead a group…but you don’t have to do it alone.”

“You’re going to help me?” Time questioned.

Warriors nodded. “You’re my brother, we’re supposed to help each other,” Warriors placed his hand on top of Time’s. “And I couldn’t imagine this group of heroes without you.” Warriors tilted his head as he smiled.

Time looked up at his big brother. His eyes were watery and he gave a small smile. “I’m sorry for all this. I know you only meant well by leading the others.” Time looked sheepish.

“You don’t have to apologize. We can lead them together now,” Warriors retreated his hand and stood up, “But right now you’re still sick, so continue resting and I’ll check up on you later.”

Time chuckled and nodded. Warriors made his way to the door. “I’ll tell the others you're doing better.” He said before he left and closed the door softly.

Time let out a relieved sigh. He was grateful to have someone like Warriors. He was grateful for all his boys.

The soft taps of rain against the window made Time relax. He pulled the blanket over himself. They were all safe, and he wasn’t alone anymore.

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

a/n: finally the first chapter is here and the next one is almost ready for upload. I apologize in advantage, because I am still a bloody beginner in terms of writing. still, enjoy!

Chapter I

Conscription day will forever be one of the deadliest every year, right before Threshing. Ever since the first time I witnessed this from afar I hate it with all my heart. All year I have the same “privilege”, how my father would call it, to watch the candidates, that passed the entrance exam six month prior, fall to their death. And those who survive the Parapet either graduate or going to get killed – due to other cadets or dragons. One wrong move and all you will be is dead meat.

Today is possibly my last day on earth. I have to cross the Parapet myself to get into the Riders Quadrant but according to the General, I will just do fine – I am a Melgren and I have ten years of training in my bones after all. I am still not so sure about this, but I have no say in this. Not anymore.

Somewhere in between these masses of candidates must be a certain other general daughter and I really fucking hope she survives this. Even though she doesn't look like she could kill a fly, I believe wholeheartedly in her. She is strong and if someone can do this, it's her, even if she doesn't knows it yet. I tried to talk to her mother but she wouldn't budge, nothing would change her mind. Even Mira tried it more than once and if the General isn't listening to her, then she won't listen to anyone.

The orders from my father five days ago were clear – wait till the end, when everyone else is done, then I'll cross the Parapet alone. On the other side at the entrance to the quadrant will wait a third year that'll bring me to formation into the Dragon Rotunda. Commandant Panchek is informed that I'll join the Quadrant and which wing.

And with that I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

I have a good spot to observe these kids, trying to survive this death trail and see some of them already fall. I don't understand how some of them want to become a rider after all. So many of them volunteer to join the quadrant while others don't have a choice, like me. Malek lingers at every possible corner and no one is safe from him. Having a dragon might be “thrilling”, how many officers describe it, but till you possibly get to this point you could be dead, or worse.

These dragons are terrifying, like that beast of a dragon my father bonded all those years ago, long before I was born.

The weather isn't in anyone’s favor today – the storm took a turn at some point. Even though the sunrise was beautiful, it left a bitter aftertaste as the dark clouds covered the sky. For some of them it was their last sunrise ever.

It's been more than two hours since the first one entered the Parapet and there aren't many candidates left. I make out a figure striking over the stones like they own this place and – did they just threw another candidate down?!

My heart starts racing, my breathing becomes uneven, and I feel like I'm having a panic attack. Shit, now?!

`Take a deep breath, Arya. You`ll do this alone, no one can throw you down and no one will interrupt you.’

I just really hope I`ll never have to meet this asshole. I may look tough and have more fighting experience than others, but those people are unpredictable. And I certainly don`t have my father’s signet to see if I could win a fight against him, so I really want to avoid this guy.

A knock on the door interrupts my train of thoughts and when I turn, one of the officers from infantry stands at the door. “It's time” is the only thing he says. Shit.

Around fifteen minutes later I find myself lingering at the edge of the Parapet. No one else is around, the officer walked away the moment, I stepped foot into the tower.

Only a few centimeters separate me and the abyss. Just a few centimeters left and then I'll be out in the open while the rain thankfully eases into a slight drizzle.

`Okay Arya – you`ve got this. Take a deep breath – and step forward.’

Well … it takes me about three minutes, with stumbling and cursing the shit out of every person that crosses my mind, to reach the other side and I am nearing the entry to the famous Riders Quadrant. Just like father told me, a third year is already waiting for me, looking annoyed. But it's not like he can disobey a direct order from above. “Finally, they are about to start” he grumbles. Hello to you too, grumpy, but I know better than to aggravate him, since he has a dragon that could incinerate me before I even have the chance to hide.

We make our way through the empty corridors of the college while I try to sort my thoughts. I really survived the Parapet and now I am allowed to call myself a cadet. Still alive and can't fucking believe I am now part of this hellhole. I already imagine the way the General will stand in his office and rant about how it was predictable that I would succeed. “She is a Melgren after all and it would have been a waste of time if she didn't survived.”

Faint voices in the distance interrupt my thoughts, which get louder with every step we take but before we can even walk out into the biggest courtyard one has ever seen, the chattering grows quiet.

“Three hundred and one of you have survived the Parapet to become-“

The third year, I have yet to know his name, and I interrupt Commandant Panchek, who stands on the dais in front of the cadets.

“I apologize, Commandant, but it's three hundred and two.”

There is a heavy silence that spreads over the rotunda. I stand behind the tall rider, most of the curious glances immediately find him, only a few of them spot me behind. Great.

[twisted-writing]

House of L/N

For Anonymous

Who asked: -How would they React to MC have powerful Magic

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POV: Third person

Characters:Male!reader, NRC characters (Epel, Ace, Jack, Deuce and Divus Crewel)

Word Count: 706

Note: please let me know if you guys like the first scenario or even if you hate it.

Note 2: this didn’t exactly come out as requested but I hope you all enjoy it anyway.

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Y/N opened his bag and with a wave of his pen, his papers and books were shrunk down and marched into his bag, in alphabetical order. He smiled. His things were nice and orderly. Just like how he liked them. Closing his bag, he finally looked up to see that his fellow first years were gaping at him in surprise. Ace, especially.

“What? You’re acting like you’ve never seen anyone organize their school things.”

“Not like that!”

“How did you do that?!”

“Teach me!”

Epel, Deuce, and Ace, especially Ace, got into Y/N’s personal space, causing him to back up.

“I think what they mean is, they were wondering what spell you just used and if you could show us how to do it.” Jack saved him, making the other three boys back up, once they realized how close they had been to Y/N’s personal space.

They had the decency to look somewhat sheepish and apologize.

“Well. It was my father who taught me how to do it.” Y/N began to explain as he closed his schoolbag and secured the strap for it. “He keeps things organized, which is to be expected, given how much paperwork he has to go through daily for the businesses he owns.” Professor Trein’s lesson had just ended and it was time for lunch.

“He wouldn’t mind if you showed us how to do it, would he?” It was Deuce who asked, as they exited the classroom and stepped out into the hallway, and began their way to the cafeteria.

“No.” Y/N thought of his father, who the public knew as a stern, ice cold businessman, but within the walls of their home, who would shower his mother and sister with all of the love and affection that they could ask for and the way careful way he would guide him whenever they would practice something new, taking safety precautions so as to not endanger themselves. “I don’t think he would mind at all.”

“Great!” It was hard to tell who was the most excited, Epel or Ace.

“Come by my dorm after school, I’ll show you how to do it then.”

They all promised to be there.

~•~

Y/N found himself standing in front of a tree that was almost dead in the botanical garden. It had been a tree that bore exotic fruit and flowers which had been used for brewing potions, and not only that…

“Can you fix it?”

“It’s our home!”

“Please do your best!”

…It was also home to the faeries that resided in the botanical garden.

Honestly, this wasn’t how he managed his Saturday going.

“Alright.” But it was Professor Crewel who had asked him and had promised to give him extra credit points on the next assignment. Y/N didn’t want to disappoint him. “Leave it to me.” And he didn’t want to disappoint the faeries who were looking at him with such hopeful expressions.

And if Y/N didn’t leave until the sun was beginning to set? Well, that wasn’t anyone’s business.

And if he also woke up to a basket full of exotic fruit on the nightstand next to bed the next morning as a thank you? That was for him to know and for no one else to figure out.

~•~

Instantly the smoke from a potion assignment gone wrong due to an arrogant first year, was instantly cleared, as if it had been sucked into a powerful vacuum.

“Thank you, pup. For your quick thinking.”

“Of course, Professor Crewel.”

He was feeling sorry for the first year who dared to think that they could do whatever they wanted during Professor Crewel’s lesson; they clearly had no idea of the storm that was going to rain down on them.

He could only hope that they learned their lesson after this.

[lemonxdaisybby]

Your most recent post inspired me to ask if we could get first kiss headcanons for Sawashiro and Yamai please?

Omg I was kind of hoping to get some more requests for those two, thank you 🥹💕

Sawashiro:

Unpopular opinion maybe, but you might just have to initiate the first kiss with Sawashiro. He’s been with many women before, he has plenty of experience, but he doesn’t necessarily have experience with wholesome, non-toxic relationships. This is very new to him. He’s also unfamiliar with physical affection in a more romantic sense, so he’d be a bit unsure in how to approach things with you. It’s not that he’d never make the first move, but more so that you might grow a little impatient with him and just choose to make the first move yourself. It’d be a lot quicker this way too.

The first kiss would occur after the third or fourth date, after little to no physical touch has occurred, other than maybe some fleeting touches, brushing past each other, or Jo placing a gentle hand on the low of your back to guide you somewhere. This man gives nothing away, and is unreadable at the best of times, so the prospect of making the first move for a kiss would be very intimidating, but somebody’s gotta do it.

You’d still likely find him a bit intimidating at this point, so you’d just opt to give him a gentle peck on the lips, just to gauge his reaction. It would definitely take him by surprise, and he’d pause for a moment once you’ve pulled away, momentarily stunned, before pulling himself together and scolding himself internally for not making the first move. He’s a man goddammit. He likes tradition. He should have kissed you first. He would immediately pull you back in by your waist for a deeper, more passionate kiss, not only to redeem himself, but also to show you just how it’s done.

He wouldn’t be flustered or anything, and would be pretty nonchalant after, although if he catches you blushing or acting bashful he would definitely smirk, enjoying your reaction. He’d maybe be a bit disappointed that he didn’t make the first move, but also he’d be impressed that you took initiative too.

Kisses with Jo would always be pretty heated, and would leave you feeling warm and flustered. He only tends to give you kisses on the lips when he’s horny and looking for sex, or in very rare moments where he just feels the overwhelming urge to kiss you. Most other times, he’s more of a quick peck on the forehead kinda guy. Not the most affectionate move, but it’s still quite sweet.

Yamai:

One word for this fella, mysterious and smooth. He would definitely be the one to kiss you first, more so because you might feel a bit too nervous yourself making the first move. Even when initially dating, he would still have that slight intimidating aura about him, to the point where you feel as though he is dangerous, and you can’t quite figure him out.

It would be following a date, maybe the second or third date. His gang is priority at this point, so it’s possible he might get called away at times and have to leave dates early. He’d of course be annoyed, but it can’t be helped, and he would have made it clear to you when first initiating dating that he might have to disappear at times.

He’d be walking you to a taxi after being called away from a date early by one of his subordinates. A sudden shower of rain would be lashing down, and so the two of you would be sharing an umbrella, and Yamai would be in very close proximity to you. He’d have insisted on walking you to your taxi before leaving himself, just to make sure you get back safely, and maybe it would just occur to him that cutting the date short isn’t very fair on you? Or maybe he just really wants to kiss you? Who knows. The man cannot be read, but he’d be looking down at you with that expressionless face, his eyes dark and brooding.

Before you can quite comprehend what’s going on, Yamai would have pulled you in closer to him, and his lips would be catching your own in a firm kiss. It wouldn’t be an innocent, quick peck, as that’s not really Yamai’s style. It would be strong and meaningful, as his lips move against your own.

You can’t quite tell what he’s thinking, but there’s a spark in his eye afterwards, as he wordlessly opens the taxi door for you, allowing you to climb inside in a daze. He’d probably leave you with a short goodbye, letting you know that he’ll contact you later, and of course handing you money for the ride (he isn’t about to make you pay for your own taxi home), and that would be that. Once you’re safely in the taxi, he would just turn away and make his own way back, disappearing into the night, leaving you feeling warm and flustered.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Part V

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Denials and road to healing.

Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of PTSD, torture violence, swearing, Mature theme.

I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.

Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Your physical injury healed up in no time, but mental scars lingered. 

First night back, he found you curled up in the corner of your room, sobbing away.

Second night, you woke up screaming, pleading the invisible enemy to stop the torture. 

Third night, he woke up, finding you not in bed, but wandering around outside the building aimlessly, totally drenched with the heavy rain pouring down. 

Night after night, Nikolai was there to soothe you, to reassure you. It breaks his heart to see how his little swallow has broken her wing, struggling to get back up. 

At the end, they decided it was best for you to leave the team. 

You panicked. You don’t want to be apart from your military family who has become such an integral part of your life.  

“Staying here isn’t helping you with healing Mini.” Soap tries to reason with you. 

“YOU GUYS ARE ABANDONING ME!”  you screamed. “ You should have just left me there to die if this was the case!”

Soap took a step back. Hurt is clear on his face. 

You stormed out of Price’s office, ignoring the calls and pleas from him and your teammates. Nikolai followed you back to the room. Calling out after you. Stopping just in front of the door, not daring to turn around to look at your husband,knowing you will start to break again if you face him. Clutching onto the dog tag and wedding band sitting underneath your shirt, you whispered a word of apology before shutting the door on him. 

Deep down , you know very well in your state of mind, you need to step back. You know you needed help. 

But the stubbornness inside of you refuses to acknowledge it. You were in a state of denial.

You closed yourself off in your room. Not even Nikolai’s begging and pleading could get you to open the door. You felt betrayed, Haven’t you done enough to prove yourself? What would you do after you leave? Going back to your parents? That will make you feel like an absolute failure. They weren’t happy when you told them the plan of following Soap into military life. They were hoping you would have stayed home and took over the family business. The headstrong impulsiveness of youth ignored their plea, with Laswell offered a chance to join the force, you grabbed the opportunity.  You gritted your teeth and bare through all the challenges and ridicules from the non-believers, to reach what you have achieved today, seeing it all crumbling apart, you feel like everything you tried achieved up to this point is totally worthless.

At the end, it was Ghost that eventually got through to you. 

“Let me go talk to her.”

He could hear you sobbing on the other side of the door. Knocking on the door few times, calling out to you, “Mini. It’s me. Come on.”

“Go away.”

Ghost looked at Nikolai, silently getting his permission, before using the spare key to open the door.  

He slipped into the room through the slight gap of the door, before gently closing it. There you were,curling up in a ball on the floor, clearly exhausted from all the crying. 

You felt a shadow and a body sat beside you. Opening your eyes, you were shocked Simon was sitting there, free of mask, looking down at you with a sad smile. 

“Can I tell you my story?” 

What seems like hours later, Ghost opens the door again, indicating to Nikolai that he can go in. Before Ghost left, Nikolai grasped his shoulder, muttering out his gratitude.

“I just want to help my precious sister get back onto her feet.”  With that, he walked back towards the office area, where everyone awaited. 

“Ненаглядная?” 

You latched onto your husband as soon as you heard his voice, apologising again and again. Guilt is eating you up now, Nikolai has nothing but being patient and supportive, and yet you kept pushing him away.

“I don’t deserve you Nik.” 

Holding you tight against him,while caressing your hair, “Nonsense.” Kissing you on the temple, “ You deserve everything in this world, my little bird.”

You started seeing the Military psychologist, agreeing at the end it would be the best if you step back from the front line until everything stabilises.  You were relieved that you were given a lifeline, another chance. 

“Going home?” Soap was surprised you actually brought it up yourself, he did initially think of sending you home back to your parents’ farm in Scotland for a while for you to get away from things that remind you of the terrible incident. 

Nodding your head. “I think it would do me some good, the psychologist said so as well.” Stirring the cup of tea, “ They will refer me to a specialist I can see regularly for sessions while I am back up there. Besides, this might be a good time to tell mum and dad about Nikolai.” You sheepishly admitted.

Soap gave you side eyes, “ Yes, let’s talk about that.”he huffed, “I am not happy you kept us all in the dark for a long time.”

“Captain knew about it. Well, at least I THINK he knew about our relationship.”

“Nik really dropped the bombshell at a great time I tell you. “ Gaz barged into the conversation while reaching over your head to grab your famous chocolate biscuits from the table. Settling himself to sit on the other side of the table, munching on two biscuits at a time. “You two really kept us under the wraps for a long time.” 

Pushing a piece of tissue underneath Gaz’s mouth for him to catch the crumps, “Well it was hard… he wouldn’t stop flirting with me while I try to keep a straight face about it.” Why are you talking about your love life in front of the boys? And when did Ghost appear and start listening in on the conversation? This man might be large, but he can really sneak around like a ninja.

“It’s hard not to get distracted when there’s a beautiful Goddess around you all the time.” You jumped slightly as you heard Nikolai’s voice appearing behind you. Groaning and covering your now burning face with embarrassment, you are pretty sure the chances of you dying from bursting your heart one day instead of being shot at by enemies if Nikolai compliments you with his flirtatious and flourishing words all the time. This man will really be the death of you literally one day.

“Take your lovey-dovey-ness somewhere else.” Soap grumbled. 

“You are just jealous.” “Am not.” 

“You are welcome to come back anytime when things settle Mini.” Price commented as he gave you a hug as you stood in front of the barrack, all packed and ready to leave. “I am sure Laswell and I can pull a few strings around when you are ready.”

“Thank you for everything Captain.I am sorry to cause such havoc.” You hugged back and apologised. Price had looked after you from the get go, treating you as an equal like any soldier, not caring about your background, also looking after you like his own.  You really owe him a lot.

Turning towards his friend, Price shook his hand and gave him a good slap on the back, “Good luck on meeting the parents.”

“I am sure my Russian charm will win them over very quickly.” Nikolai laughed.You rolled your eyes, his optimism and ego never cease to amaze you. 

Your parents certainly had the shock of their life when you came home, admitting to them about your ordeal, and introducing your new husband at the same time. 

“I was hoping you would marry a good Scottish lad..” You heard your Da mumbled and your Ma kicked him on the shin. Nikolai took it all in a good stride. 

Nikolai won your Ma’s heart quickly with his charisma and sweet words. Your Da was harder to convince. Until Nikolai brought out a few bottles of Scotch and Vodka.

“Where did you get these from????” Being the daughter of the owner of a distillery, you know a rare vintage when you see one.

“Soap and I found it last time we went… exploring.” Nikolai didn’t elaborate any further. You had a fair suspicion where it might be from, but you don’t want to know the details.  The way your Da’s eyes glinted when he saw the bottles, your Ma reassures you as she pushes you out from the sitting room everything will be alright. 

It was well past midnight when your husband crawled into bed with you.

“Mission successful?” You wiggle towards him, playing with his gold chain as he pulls you closer.

“He was harder to break through than Soap,  but with a few drinks down, he was asking for a grandchild as soon as possible.”

“Oh hell. I knew this was going to happen. They had no success trying to hassle Johnny and now they are onto me…” you groaned.

You felt Nikolai’s chest vibrate as he chuckled. “You don’t want any?” his hand slides underneath your night shirt, running it up and down your back, sending shivers down your spine.

“Eventually?” Your priority now is trying to settle into new routines, get yourself better mentally, but having a family isn’t out of the question. You wouldn’t mind seeing a few little Nikolai running around, playing with their dad, uncles and aunty.

“Why don’t we get some practice sessions now? Mmm?” he whispers into your ear as he starts grinding his now semi-hard manhood against you.

This is going to be a long long night. 

You are glad that your room is way on the other side of the estate. But you are not happy you had to walk, slightly limping the next day to the otherside of the house for breakfast. 

Ненаглядная - precious

Tag :

@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature

@boughhs

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

Cities

I know Remus is technically a Cardiff boy, okay? But humour me and let me make him from tiny little Llanwrtyd Wells please??

Imagine living on the end of the earth.

Take that and combine it with the terrestrial rain every other day, and it’s Remus Lupin’s home. A small, hidden Welsh town called Llanwrtyd Wells.

Living in buttfuck nowhere meant that you knew everybody and everybody knew you.

Everybody.

When Remus had his first kiss, old ass Mrs Davies nudged him and said ‘well done’ the next day.

Still, it had its perks. Like not having to come out to his mum, because there were approximately two other gay guys in town, and while Osian wasn’t a bad kisser, he wasn’t quite prepared to date someone who went on and on about how much he loved his small town and basically didn’t say anything else. Also, the nights being quiet. If they happened to have a heatwave (once in a millennia) he could sleep with the window wide open, without worrying about cars speeding past, or getting robbed. Bar the few teenagers in Remus’ classes that liked to shoplift (until one of them got a slap around the head from Arwen for robbing her mum) or vandalise a building from time to time, people were too close for there to be much criminal activity.

It also meant that when Hope finally kicked Lyall out, there was no way he could stay in town. The people had made it clear that he wasn’t welcome back.

Yeah, Remus loved the town, and the people in it.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t excited when he got into Oxford on a full scholarship. A big fuck off English city and a prestigious ass university! Also, a chance to live in a big city, finally.

He wasn’t expecting to find the first 5 minutes so hard. The moment he got off the bus, he realised that in Oxford, people barged into each other without a sniff of an apology, just walking quickly through one another. Also, why was it so big? Remus could blink in the wrong place and he’d be lost! Eventually, he gave up on trying to navigate the overwhelming maze of buildings and roads, getting a ridiculously expensive Uber instead.

Checking in was stressful, getting his key and his ID and finding his flat was stressful.

He had an awful start to a city life.

Everything smelled like petrol fumes, he could hear the cars through the window, everything was grey. Remus had almost thought he had made a mistake.

The first perk of Oxford? His roommates.

James Potter was essentially a big ball of energy who somehow knew the city like the back of his hand, even though he wasn’t from Oxford, so he didn’t have to worry about getting lost. He would smile and talk and somehow make sure everybody felt included at the same time. He had stopped Remus from snapping at everybody and breaking down on his first day.

Peter Pettigrew was from a smaller town in Devon, Clovelly, so he and Remus had plenty of time to complain about the differences between towns and cities. Peter kept Remus sane, making him feel like he wasn’t really odd for not being able to sleep in the city, with all of it’s noise, or exchanging an amused glance at the fact that every building was identical.

Sirius Black was…

Sirius Black deserved an entirely separate perk dedicated to him.

He was the example of a hot Londoner. Christ, with his long, flowing black hair and silver eyes… Remus figured out very early on that he was falling for him, that much was obvious.

Still, he had never really been around someone he fancied before, not when he was falling so hard and fast. Tripping and stumbling from liking him to loving him before he had a chance to catch his balance. Honestly, the last thing he had expected was to fall in love with a Londoner who could sleep through aggressive evening construction, had a posh as shit accent and could look at a train map and just… understand it.

He was well and truly fucked.

Until he realised that Sirius got jealous when other people flirted with him. The revelation that came at the third perk of a big city: a lot of places to get drunk. As it turned out, Remus was the right kind of tall and broad shouldered to be considered desirable to city people. Specifically, to city men, which wasn't something that Remus was at all used to. He had never had to learn to put on a charm, a filter.

More specifically, he couldn't flirt to save his fucking life. That meant he essentially just had to stand and nod while guys talked at him.

Well, until Sirius swooped in one day and snogged him senseless in the middle of the dance floor in a gay club. Then he didn't have to worry about flirting, he was Sirius', nothing but Sirius'.

The city was the fucking best. Without the city, he wouldn't have met Sirius.

Still, his small town was perfect for making his city boyfriend visit over the summer. It was pretty much the highlight of his life.

Sirius was the perk of every city he was in.

[mayweneverdie]

okay hello again 😋 I got another angst idea last night but I forgot to send it. anywho idk like Eagle Flies and reader got into an argument and so now he’s sitting on the porch and Rains Fall gives him some kind of advice and he’s sad because it’s something him and his wife used to argue about or smthn. anyway love you buddy

Love you too, bookie

Cw: angst, argument, ef sucking at being emotionally intelligent, no beta read as per usual

Notes: modern, reader is gn, so pronouns are they/them, thank you @tempting-andromeda for helping me figure out the conflict, i hope you find a crisp 20 dollar bill under your pillow, written on mobile so no indents before da paragraphs 😿

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First puff. Exhale. Second puff. Exhale. Third puff. Cough. Eagle Flies waves away the smoke while trying to clear his throat. He huffs out in frustration before snuffing out the newly lit cigarette. Sometimes he doesn’t think you get him at all. All he wants is to keep everything on the inside, but you keep trying and trying to coax his feelings out of him. After a while it builds up and makes a guy want to yell.

Of course, he didn’t yell. He kept quiet. He really didn’t mean to give you the silent treatment, but it was either that or yelling. The former seemed much more mature in his opinion.

The door creaks open before a few steps fall onto the old wood. Gently, the door is closed. For a moment Eagle Flies thought it was you, but he saw his father in the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t too keen on being around him right now, but he also didn’t care to tell him to leave. A minute passes before Rains Fall speaks.

“You and [Name]?” Rains Fall asks in an even tone. Eagle Flies pauses for a moment before nodding.

“Yeah.. me and [Name],” He sighs, “I don’t get why they need to know every single thing that goes on. I was fine before saying anything, I’m fine now.” Eagle Flies finishes before looking to the cigarette. He was about to light it, but then his father began to speak.

“I was just like that with your mother,” He says as he fiddles with the railing, “Never told her anything.. it drove her crazy.” He looks to his son, who had his eyes on the damp ground below.

“Some nights, she’d keep bugging me to tell her what was wrong…” He looks back to the railing, “Sometimes it would be too much and I’d leave for a few hours, didn’t tell her where I went.” Rains Fall stops, closing his eyes to collect his thoughts. Eagle Flies finally looks back to his father.

“One night, after a particularly rough argument, I came back and saw her crying because of me…” He pinches the bridge of his nose and sniffles, “I don’t know why it never clicked before, but seeing her cry because of me made me see how I made her feel.”

Hearing this from his father had a lump forming in his throat thinking of his mother in pain from his father, then putting himself and you in their places. Eagle Flies looks back up to his father and opens his mouth to speak, but he can’t form a word.

“I know you hate hearing stories about your mother, but I thought you should know how much it hurts the ones you love when you keep things,” Rains Fall spoke in a soft and quiet voice, “Try to keep their feelings in mind, even if it seems like a trivial or stupid thing, tell them no matter how big or small.” He concludes before patting his shoulder and heading back inside.

Alone again, Eagle Flies lights his cigarette and holds it lazily between his lips. He takes a few slow pulls before pulling his phone out and calling you. The phone rings two times before you pick up.

“Can I come over?” He asks softly into the phone after plucking the cigarette from his lips to speak clearly. He waits for your response, listening to your voice like it was a soft melody. You try to act strong, like you weren’t crying minutes prior to the call. When you finally agree to let him come over, he smiles to himself.

“I’ll be there in a bit, love you.” He waits for you to say it back before hanging up. Sighing, he slips his phone into his pocket. He takes one last drag before snuffing it out and laying it in the ash tray.

Minutes later and he’s on the road with your favorite snack, or the closest knock off he got from the gas station. Once he sees your house, his heart seems to pick up in speed. For a second he thinks going right past your house sounds good, but he remembers he has to do this. He pulls his truck into the drive way and turns it off. He pops in a mint before heading to your door.

Eagle Flies knocks three times on your door before drawing his hand back into his jacket pocket. He looks around while shifting from one leg to the other. At the sound of the door lock clicking, he brings his attention to the situation at hand. You looked like you had been crying for a while. Either that or high with how red and glossy your eyes look.

“What do you want?” You say, trying to act like nothing was wrong. Like before, Eagle Flies opens his mouth just for nothing to come out. You quirk your brow as if to urge him to speak. He offers up the little snack bag.

“Can I come in?” Eagle Flies asks just above a whisper, “I want to apologize.”

You eye the bag and take it, opening the door wider for him to come through. His eyes lights up when you agree to let him in. Once he crosses the threshold, he pulls his sneakers off and follow you into your bedroom. He hesitantly joins you on the bed, staying on the edge.

“I was wrong… for keeping you in the dark..” He says with such awkwardness that you thought he was reading off a script behind you. He notices this and groans.

“You know I’m not good with words,” He murmurs, “Or apologies, but I just want to tell you I’m sorry… and I’ll try to let you know when things aren’t so well…” He looks down at the bed then up at you.

“I can tell when things aren’t well, sometimes you get real snippy and mean.” You correct. He frowns and keeps himself from getting upset.

“I’m sorry…”

“But are you really? I try so hard to be understanding of all you go through, but I can’t always be your emotional punching bag,” You pause for a moment and fight the lump in your throat, “I want you to tell me what’s wrong the moment you see me, I don’t want to put together puzzle pieces of your anger to have a vague idea of what’s bothering you.”

He didn’t realize just how he affects you. Or how he hurts you.

“I want to make this up to you,” He whispers, “I don’t want to be the reason you cry anymore.” His face is pleading and soft, much softer than before. A part of you wants to believe him, another part thinks he’s lying.

“How do I know you’ll change?” You ask him in an equally quiet voice.

“I can’t prove it, but please give me one chance to make things right,” He gently holds your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, “You can drop me the second I screw up, but please just one chance.” His eyes are pleading and sad. How can you say no?

“One chance, don’t make me regret this.” You agree in a firm, but still gentle voice. He smiles and kisses your cheek.

“I won’t.” He murmurs against your skin as he crawls closer to you.

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Erm, i def didn’t just start writing like 15 ish minutes ago (i did)

[simplegenius042]

I'd love to know about "Call to Arms" for the WIP round up. FC5 and CoD my beloveds...

Ah yes! I'd love to talk about the Call To Arms duology!

Since there were two versions of CODMW, I had been stuck on doing either the original version or the reboot. Then I remembered, "I'm a fanfic writer, I can have BOTH!" And that's how I ultimately decided to combine both, so that's going to be fun to work out.

Call To Arms is a Call Of Duty Modern Warfare fic which acts as an origin story for Nadi Sinclair, John Seed's second-in-command in my FC5 fics, explaining why Nadi is so willing to sell her soul to John and Eden's Gate and devote herself to their ideals despite the red flags.

Call To Arms is split in two (due to being a duology); the first fic focuses on the first Modern Warfare and setting up the second, acting as a prologue of sorts, while the second fic focuses on both Modern Warfare 2 & 3, where things start taking a turn for the worst. I'll be sticking with the original's timeline (mostly anyway), as the reboot's timeline just doesn't work for Silva's Hope.

Nadi Sinclair is an Iranian-Frenchwoman who joined the French army and eventually got recruited into SAS operations, specifically the 22nd SAS Regiment, due to her exceptional sharpshooting skills, and acts as designated marksman on good days and sniper on bad days. Despite the work she does, she still retains an optimistic and cheerful demeanor, earning her the nickname "Quokka". She's joined alongside one other recruit; Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish, and are both mentored by SAS Captain John Price and Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick. The dynamics I'm going for in this group is that Nadi and Soap have this vitriolic sibling energy between them, and are considered the "younger" siblings (being in their early and mid 20s), Gaz the well-behaved one, and Price acting as the big brother everyone looks up to even when he commits the occasional war crime.

There's also Kate Laswell who's the mother hen that covers their asses when they do stupid shit, and checks in on them from time to time to make sure they're all okay. Farah and Alex are the favorite long-distant cousins they wish they got to see more of (with Hadir as the least favorite) and Nikolai is the uncle whose been to prison more than once but does get them out of trouble so he gets a pass, and Griggs is just a stand-up guy who showed up sopping wet like a kitten lost in the rain so they kind of adopted him.

Shepherd also appears a little earlier than he does in both canons (though I'm going for the original MW2 Shepherd as I despise the reboot version) who's either the most impressed dad in the world or the most disappointed. Graves and Valeria are the bad kids who the team want to keep Nadi far away from.

Ghost, Roach, Alejandro, Yuri, and all the others will be introduced in the second fic but while I don't have much to share about their relationship with Nadi now (except that Ghost kind of scares her even though he would absolutely kill anyone who bothered her and help hide the body), I must make this adamantly clear. I do not have any romance at all for this duology, the focus is more on brotherhood/sisterhood. The most you'll get is playful flirting, whatever Alejandro and Valeria got going on, and discussions of Nadi's obvious poor tastes in men and women at her expense (which may explain her crush on a certain Seed brother...).

Makarov is still his horrible self and no one wants him around.

I'm still trying to get things together for this one, I'll need to go on the hunt for the original games (it's... been a while) and replay the reboots (I don't have the third one and while I'm hesitant to get it from what I've heard, I'll do it just for the fic).

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.