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stillsaltyaboutmcr · 2 years ago

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The Crash: Bradley Bradshaw

uh hi so this is a doozy of a fanfic. this is an alternate universe but i can’t really tell you why without spoiling the ending. This is going to be a 2 or 3 part story. In this, kind of like another fanfic you’ll be a WSO with Rooster as your pilot…sorry for the repeatitiveness. This first part may be a little short because i’m anxious to get to the punch line.

A Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader: enemies to lovers type shit (with a little soon to be ex!Hangman and best friend!Bob action for spice)

Warnings: injury, death, cursing

(if i miss any lmk!)

It was the day of the uranium mission. To say you were shitting your pants would be an understatement. Maverick had changed up everything and made you backseat with Rooster, who was also the man you hated. He also hated you. It had always been that way, ever since you were kids. You grew up together with you being the daughter of Maverick. After Goose died, he grew up having a vendetta against you and your dad. Everyone knew it wasn’t Maverick’s fault that Goose had passed, yet Bradley never let go.

You were all headed out to the tarmac. “Babe!!” You heard Jake call behind you. He was wingman on this mission and it scared you that he might not make it back with you. “Just remember, we have dinner plans tonight okay?” You laughed as he placed a kiss on your lips.

“You better come back on my hip Seresin.” You had tears stinging your eyes.

“It’s gonna take a lot more than a mission for you to lose me.” You kissed him one more time before heading to your plane.

You were getting in your plane when Bradley leaned back, “Don’t fuck this up okay? We don’t need a repeat of what happened 30 years ago. I know Bradshaw’s and Mitchell’s don’t do well in planes together. Some of us wanna make it home okay?”

“Uncalled for Rooster. This is a fucking mission. Act like an adult. Last time I checked, I’m in your dads position, so I should be yelling at you to not fuck this up.” Lately his vendetta with your dad had been resolved, but you, he still hated. You’d never know why. All these years later and it’s almost like he blames you for his dads death when you were only 15 months old when it happened.

Getting into the air was fine, trying to play nice after getting yelled at by Phoenix. She was your secret weapon. You were best friends with her and Rooster seemed to listen well to her. She was constantly on his ass when he was talking shit to you.

You were getting ready to get into attack formation, getting behind Hangman. Phoenix and Bob were behind Mav. You all entered enemy territory and the whole time Rooster and Hangman were arguing about speed, and once again Phoenix had to jump in. “Boys! Knock it off! I’m about to pop and I need to be able to hear Maverick!!” Both boys mumbled an apology. You had to try not to laugh to yourself. They acted like they had just been scolded by their mother.

Approaching the lift, you started double checking your laser, making sure it was under control. “Come on darling, get me eyes.” Jake’s soothing order came through as you attempted to lock on. “Come on baby, you got it.” Bradley went to interject with a rude comment when you locked on.

“Got it! Got it!! Fire!”

You heard Jake’s confirmation and as you both popped up, pulling unbearable G’s, you watched closely before yelling “Bullseye! Bullseye!!!” You heard no cheering, Phoenix, Bob and Maverick being in coffin corner. You knew deep down Range Control was cheering for them.

You both caught up and approached coffin corner.

“Dagger 1 defending.”

“Phoenix! Flank Right!”

“Flanking Right!”

“Dagger 3! Two on your 6!”

“Dagger 4 defending!”

“Dagger 1 defending!”

“Dagger 4! Flank left!”

It was a mess keeping up with everyone, but everyone seemed to be going fine until you heard Bob’s panic come through. “I’m out of flares!!!” You saw Hangman quickly speed up, but in a blink of an eye you heard Phoenix call over to Range Control.

“Dagger 1 is hit! I repeat Dagger 1 is hit!!” The comms fell silent. Your dad had been hit. You looked up and saw the cloud of smoke and the plane go to the ground, no parachute in sight. You felt numb. The only family you had left was gone.

“C/S…breathe. They’ll send search and rescue, I’m sure of it.” You heard Bob’s reassurance but it went in one ear and out the other.

“Baby, you need to stay focused for me okay? We’re about to leave enemy territory and we have two bandits coming our way.” Jake’s words came in and out too. You didn’t even realize Bradley had turned around. You hadn’t realized everyone was screaming over the comms. You hadn’t realized you’d been hit until Bradley ejected.

“Shit!” You quickly pulled the strings and ejected, but far too close to the ground.

—-

“You’re an asshole! You fucking left her for dead!!” Jake was screaming at Bradley on the tarmac. Him and Maverick had made it back in an F-14, without you. Bradley told him you never ejected, went down with the plane. Maverick couldn’t muster a word, knowing he had to make sure him and Bradley weren’t more casualties. Maverick had immediately gone inside, didn’t even bother celebrating once landed. He didn’t even do a fly by.

——

The funeral was beautiful. It was a traditional Navy Aviator funeral complete with Taps, a 21 gun salute and the plane salute. Your dad was the one to push his wings into the coffin, albeit empty. Your body was never recovered, so when the funeral was held, your dad opted for an empty casket to be buried in your place, just as Carol did for Goose thirty years ago. His body was never found either, so your dad just felt his body going through the motions, reliving that day for weeks after your service.

Jake and your dad didn’t talk to anyone but each other for weeks. As much as he didn’t approve of Jake, he was all your dad had after your death. Penny had tried to reach out a few times, but he refused to let her see him like this.

He had went to dinner with Hangman a few times. He even got coffee with Bradley once or twice, not wanting to know what happened, but as a father needing to know what happened to his baby girl. It has been months since your death, and Maverick, Bradley and Jake had somewhat began to reconcile with each other. They had weekly Sunday morning breakfast at Mavericks house and constantly looked through old pictures and shared stories of you, connecting through memories of you.

Maverick had asked Penny to marry him, their wedding set for the following spring. Amelia didn’t love the news of your passing either, and did everything in her power not to let your memory disappear. She always reminded Maverick that she was his stepdaughter, the youngest daughter. She sometimes acted like you were still with them. Still alive and a thought in the wedding planning, in the family. She had pictures of you and her from when she was younger hanging on her wall. You were always a big part in her life. Such a sisterly figure when Penny was around. Throughout every falling in and out that Penny and Mav had, you were a constant in her life and she cherished all the memories you guys had made.

The one who took it the hardest was Rooster though. Although you two always had a fire of hatred for each other, he always had just been angry at you because he had feelings for you and hated himself for it. He knew it would never happen with your family lineage and thought if he pushed you away, he’d be able to forget about it. Now, he grieves every day because he may have pushed too far and now, they’ve buried an empty casket.

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A year had passed since your death, and everyone was at Mavericks for a barbecue. It was fourth of July weekend and Penny and Maverick had just finished moving in together after the wedding. Maverick was grilling as everyone was in the backyard playing football or enjoying beer. The only one not inside was Bradley. He had went to go collect plates and silverware for Mav. Even over the music, Maverick would hear the plates shatter. Penny and Jake quickly ran inside and Mav heard the commotion. He told Coyote to take over.

He quickly rid of his apron as he approached the kitchen. He about fainted when he saw what was causing the commotion. You were standing in the kitchen, clearly pissed off as everyone stood around you, not daring to get closer in case you’d disappear into thin air. You had bruises and scars, but were well dressed.

“Hi Dad.” You sneered, not moving. “I have a wedding gift for you.”

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(back to the day of the crash)

You laid there on the ground, barely holding onto consciousness. Waiting for your dad or Bradley’s face to appear, but neither of them did. They had left you to die, not bothering to check if you actually make it. You started crying, knowing this would be it. You could feel the pain radiating in every part of your body, the smoke from the crash filling your lungs. You ejected and landed barely out of the crash’s reach, barely making it out alive. Just as the black was about to take over, you felt two arms detach you from your chair and lift you. “Just hang in there Y/N, just hang in there okay?” Before you could see the face of your savior, your body caved in.

You woke up in a small shed, an oxygen mask attached to your face, you tried to lean up a small bit, quickly noting the half-assed patchwork on your body and poorly done stitches on your face as you reached up to your forehead. “Sorry for the shotty medical work. I’ve never really been good at that. It’s why I fly planes and didn’t go to be a Naval Doctor.” You heard a laugh as your turned your head. You saw a tall man pouring two cups of some hot liquid. “Let’s get you sat up and warmed up shall we?” He turned around to come assist you and your nearly choked on the air being administered to your lungs.

“Hi kid. Long time no see.”

Standing in front of you was your Uncle Goose, alice and well.

Yup, you were dead.

#jake seresin #bradley bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun au #top gun rooster #hangman seresin x reader #bob floyd x reader

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liminalpebble · 1 year ago

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Sex and Death: Chapter 2, The Longest Night

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Chapter 2: The Longest Night

The traffic lights painted a neon glow over the snowfall, slush, and fog. The colors screamed against the contrasting backdrop of one of the darkest and longest nights of the year. The rhythmic swish of the windshield wipers and the comforting heat (which Magnus had thoughtfully cranked up for her) were lulling Noura into a light hazy sleep.

He would steal little glances at her at stop lights, noticing how the neon colors reflected off of her shiny black hair like the surface of a still lake. When her long dark lashes fluttered he wondered if she dreamed of something and somewhere better...or, more likely, the monsters followed her into her subconscious, the way they did to him (to most cops, really). Once they rolled to the final intersection, Magnus jostled her gently, reluctant to disturb her rest.

She opened her eyes to the beaming smile and sweet deep voice saying, “Sorry darling, which way?”

“Uh...left here...third one down is the parking lot for my building...pull in here. Sorry to doze off.”

He chuckled as she yawned. “It's fine. I know you're tired.”

As they exited the car he took an overnight bag from the trunk, then saw her eye it curiously.

“Oh...right...it's a police thing. We always have overnight bags ready to go.”

“That's convenient,” she said, smirking.

Noura lived in a large apartment block, on the shabby side, and felt a little jolt of embarrassment to realize that he would see how she lived. They tapped through the lobby's sprawl of 70's Formica only to be met with a sign saying that the elevator was out.

She rolled her eyes. “Fuck...again...stairs it is then. 4th floor,” she said leading the way up the badly lit concrete staircase. She expected to look back and see him grimacing or hear complaints, but he only met her with that perfectly charming unbearable smile. Like a golden retriever, he was just happy and excited to be a part of things and was ridiculously cute about it.

“Here were are,” she said with a huff, unlocking and shouldering the door open for him. It was a simple studio apartment, with one main room dominated by a bed, a desk and a couple very full bookshelves. Magnus thought it tidy but colorful and eclectic. After so many visits to blank, sleek, expensive Swedish homes, this was a breath of fresh air. She had made use of every available centimeter of space, it seemed, filled it with life. The air held the scent of pleasant incense or candles. Interesting, slightly macabre art hung on the walls. The only drawback was that with his height and long limbs, it felt a bit claustrophobic.

He smiled to her with his hands in his pockets as she hung up their coats. “Cozy!” he said, and bless him, he meant it.

“I'm sorry,” she said with a grimace, “I know it's a bit tiny and depressing.” She gestured for him to take a seat on the small bed which doubled as a sofa, then started making coffee.

“No! It's nice, really! My place isn't tidy or cozy like this. It's just a place where I eat, sleep and drop my stuff off in piles between shifts...oh and the address for food delivery...very important. Speaking of which, I am immensely talented at ordering food instead of cooking. Would you like me to order a pizza or something?”

Noura was buzzing around and hollered from a closet where she was searching for that damned air mattress she knew was here somewhere. “Ah..hmm. Well I have some leftover stew, and plenty of food in the kitchenette. I can heat something up for us in a moment.”

“Oh!” he exclaimed down the hall to where she was fussing around. “That would be lovely! I haven't had a homemade meal in ages...only when I visit my parents.”

To busy himself, he scanned her bookshelves with burning curiosity, running his fingertips along the spines. As a detective, Magnus naturally enjoyed snooping around personal habitats; analyzing someone's personality through objects and intimate space. The young cop was especially intrigued by hers. He'd been studying her ever since he met her. The books composed a fascinating collection; academic tomes, language textbooks, and scientific non-fiction sat side by side with comic books, sci-fi, horror, classics, history, and poetry.

She had returned and began inflating an air mattress in what little space was left in the room, then she breezed into the kitchenette. Soon Magnus smelled something spicy and mouthwatering being warmed up for their dinner. “That smells incredible, Noura!”

She laughed again. How he was growing to love that sound. “Oh thank you. It's just leftovers. I always make far too much for one person.” She looked up to where his traveling fingertip had settled on an antique book with text in both Arabic and Swedish on the spine. Noura came over to him, handing off a steaming mug of coffee. Magnus smiled. It was exactly how he always took it (a splash of milk and a little sugar). She didn't even need to ask.

“Ah!” she said, noticing his exploration. “That's an interesting one! My father picked this up in a second-hand shop shortly after he emigrated...read it to death to teach himself Swedish. He always called it his 'key to the kingdom',” she explained, offering a crooked little nostalgic grin before sipping her coffee.

“It's gorgeous,” he said. As he flipped carefully through the yellowed pages, the sweet and musty old-book aroma rose up between them.

She craned her head forward a little to breathe in the scent, “Smell that? I adore that smell of old books. Did you know that as paper like this ages it releases a chemical compound similar to vanilla? That's why it smells so...delicious.”

He laughed in surprise. “You are...a delightfully weird girl. Is this how you flirt?” he said, teasing purposefully. She rolled her eyes, but blushed all the same.

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lone-changelings-journal · 11 months ago

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15/1/1495

This has been the craziest two days of my entire life. I can’t believe I’m even able to write this down, oh gods. Like… I’m free! I’m alive and I’m free. It’s insane I’m able to say that, but it’s true. Gah, I want to scream!!! I won’t, but I want to. As happy as I am it’d probably upset Morr and I really don’t want to do that. She’s like the nicest person I’ve ever met, I’d feel awful upsetting her. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. The whole reason I asked for this journal was so I could process everything that’s happened to me over the past tenday. Probably every tenday after this as well.

I’m still kicking myself for deciding to run away in the dead of winter. Not like I really had a choice in the matter though. My ears most likely have frostbite they hurt so much. Hopefully it’s not too bad. I quite like my ears and I’d rather them not fall off. Even now in the warmth of Morr’s cabin I still feel like I’m at risk of freezing to death. I hate it. But it’s better than being stuck back in that goddamn prison. I’d rather die than go back there. But processing things. I guess I should start from the beginning. So much has happened I want to write it down while it’s still fresh. And if this all pans out well it’ll be nice to be able to look back on my writing here and see where it all began.

The beginning. I don’t exactly know what counts as the beginning. Like, is the beginning when I decided to run away? Or is it when I actually ran away? Uh… Ah screw it, it’s not like it really matters why, what matters is that I did. About six days ago I finally managed to break free and run away from home. Father decided he was going to host some sort of party or something at the estate and, as usual, I was instructed to blend in with the crowd and make sure the guests were attended to. Nevermind the fact the gash in my side hadn’t fully healed and shifting with stitches in hurts like the hells.

Personally I’d rather not remember the finer details on that. Long story short once the party was over I saw an opportunity to escape and I took it. One of the women his mistress had invited had several children with her. They’d been causing chaos all night chasing each other around and playing their little games. At one point the idea to change into one of them popped into my mind. No one noticed, and once I’d followed her and her kids into town I broke off from the group and just… Ran.

I never planned to leave. I’ve always dreamed of running away, but I never thought I’d actually go through with it, you know? Yet suddenly I was running down the streets of South City fast as I could trying to get as far away from that damn manor as possible. Like I said, I’m never going back. I would rather die. Not even that. I’d rather walk the hells as a lemure for the rest of eternity than go back. It was so freeing to run past the city gate and onto the open road that it took me a good hour or two to realize just how badly I’d screwed up. I ended up going back into the city to pick up a few supplies once the sun started to go down. Gods, it’s SO cold outside it’s not even funny.

Honestly I don’t even know what I planned on doing after leaving. If I hadn’t stumbled across Morr’s cabin I’d probably have frozen to death by now. The first day sleeping outside was fine, but the first day’s air was still and skies were clear. So, still unbearably cold, but survivable at least. But it’s the start of winter. The days have been getting colder and they’re going to keep getting colder. And of course I was out in the middle of goddamn nowhere. If I would have stayed in South City someone would have eventually found me and returned me home. Or arrested me, whatever came first. Once I was out I knew I couldn’t turn back, but I really don’t know anything about the surrounding area. I’ve never left home before.

Eventually after wandering for a few days I came across a dense forested area. It was late and I figured the trees would help shield me from the wind. Maybe I could build a fire with some branches or something too, I don’t know. So I walked off the path and looked around for maybe like a little trench or something to sleep in. That’s when I came across Morr’s cabin.

I really wasn’t expecting to see anyone living out in the middle of the forest, but I’m really glad I found this place. I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if the lights weren’t on though. The entire place is ancient. Like, vines and moss growing all over the walls ancient. But my god it really was a welcome sight. For all of like two seconds. I was so sick and tired of being out in the cold I found myself walking right up to the door without even thinking. In hindsight, anyone could have been behind the door. I could have gotten myself kidnapped by a hag or something. But that didn’t end up happening, thankfully. How shitty would it be to finally escape only to be caught and locked up by someone worse… I don’t want to think about that.

Once I’d come to my senses I decided to peek in through the window to scope the place out. See who lived there and stuff. That’s when I first saw Morr. The inside of her house is like an alchemist’s playground. I’m glad I don’t have allergies because she has plants absolutely everywhere. Live plants, dried plants, fermenting plants, mushrooms, mosses… Everything! She also has like anything and everything you’d need to cast probably any spell in existence. I really don’t know much about magic, though, so that I can’t say for sure. There might as well have been with all the stuff laying around.

Her cabin also has this strange air around it. It’s really hard to describe, and even now after being here for a couple days I’m not used to it. Though I guess in the two days I’ve been working for her I’ve only been inside a couple of hours. The air here feels light, and it almost makes you feel weightless even though nothing’s changed. I don’t know. I almost feel energized just standing near it in a weird way. It’s really hard to explain, I can’t really say much more than that. Anyway, as weird as the place was, it didn’t feel overly dangerous and I really didn’t want to freeze to death mere feet away from a warm fire so I knocked on the door.

Like I said, Morr is kind of a… Strange individual. She seems to be very fond of the mask she wears. I don’t know what it’s for, but she had it on even when she thought she was alone. It’s made of some strange wood that I can only assume is enchanted. There’s this weird arcane… Sheen to it? If that’s the word? Like depending on the lighting you can see this swirly glow across its surface, but in others it looks totally normal. Aside from the fact it has insanely intricate carvings and patterns all over it. Her mask paired with her eyes still sort of freak me out. I know I shouldn’t be judging her based on her appearance, as she’s been nothing but kind to me since we met, but her eyes are just… Eerie. I’ve never met anyone with pure orange eyes before. No pupils or anything. And they GLOW! All the time!!!

Honestly though I don’t really care in the grand scheme of things. She let me inside, even though I was a total stranger. Apprehensive as she was she didn’t seem to want to send me back out in the cold by myself. She let me in and gave me a warm cup of tea and… Gods… It was so good. I’ve never drank anything like it before. It was warm and minty, with a very sweet aftertaste. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. Actually no, note to self time here. Ask Morr what the hells was in that tea because I NEED to know how to make it. If I even can. For all I know it was some weird magic tea from whatever “plane” she’s from. Whatever that means.

But yeah she let me inside and had me warm up by the fireplace and she said I could stay the night as long as I didn’t mess up any of her work. Which I wouldn’t DREAM of doing. I know better than to go messing with someone else's stuff. This is where we properly introduced ourselves. Her full name is Morrighan, but she asked me to call her Morr so this is the only time I’m going to write her full name down. After she let slip she wasn’t from this world she started asking me questions about my life. The last thing I wanted to do after escaping was talk about myself, but I guess I understand. I’m still just some stranger who randomly knocked on her door in the middle of the night begging for a place to stay. I… Really don’t deserve the kindness she’s shown me…

I feel bad not telling her the whole truth about who I was, but honestly I think she knew immediately I wasn’t telling the full story. All I said was that I was from South City and that I used to work for my father by testing his new spells and potions. I left out all the other stuff. I guess I just… I don’t know! I don’t want Morr to pity me more than she already does. She totally knows though, there’s no way she doesn’t. I’ve never been able to keep composure and I was a stuttering mess the entire time.

I don’t even know how to explain what happened next. Two days later and I’m still here trying to process it all. Hence the journaling, duh. That was the whole point. Once I finished my stupid half truth life story she started going on some confusing rant about paths and how I “had no path in life” or how “my path lead you here” or… Something? I couldn’t really follow along. It hurt hearing a total stranger basically calling me hopeless. That’s what I was able to gather from her rant, anyway. Maybe she didn’t mean it like that but it sure sounded like it. But she kept going on about how my old path didn’t matter and how it was fate I ended up here and how she could “give me a path to follow” and how I’d never be lost again so long as I followed her lead. She also mentioned how she could grant me power when I felt powerless and all this other stuff I hardly remember. She talked at me for a LONG time, and it was so late at night.

See, I’ve heard stories like this in the past. It’s something father often ranted about. He always hated people who took the “easy way out” when it came to learning the arcane. Totally hated sorcerers simply for being born. Ironic, considering his own child is a Changeling. Either way, over the years I’ve heard alllllll his rants about sorcerers and clerics and warlocks. He views clerics and warlocks as one in the same because “both sell their soul to some deity in exchange for free magic. Or so they think” and then the rant continues on cursing out the gods and saying that nothing in this world comes for free and how they’re all slaves and blah blah blah.

While I don’t agree with him entirely, I do know that warlocks DO ACTUALLY give their souls away. Or… Bind them to someone? Or something to do with the soul, I don’t know exactly. So when Morr started talking about all this stuff and how she could help me reach my potential by making a pact I was skeptikal. But she kept going on and on about how much she saw in me, and how my desire for a better life drew me here, and how she could make my life so much better and I just… No one’s ever told me anything like that before. And she’s been SO nice to me! No one’s ever been this nice to me before either! I really hope I haven’t been tricked, but honestly what the hell else would I do? Wander back into the snow and hope I can survive the walk to wherever the nearest town is?

I can’t believe I actually made a pact with her, but I did. By the gods do I feel different. Once I agreed she had me step closer and she placed her hand on my forehead and started doing what I can only assume was an incantation or a ritual or something. Everything fell totally still. Time itself seemed to cease. We started floating in the air as she asked me a few final questions. I just agreed to everything. Maybe I’m a fool for that. Once it was all said and done I shook her hand and we both fell back to the ground and everything went back to normal. I don’t exactly know the full details of this pact, but she promised she’d tell me tomorrow morning. Gods, I’m still reeling over it all. I don’t feel nearly as scared of the world as I did before. Like, I feel like I can do anything.

But it didn’t end there. Obviously, since that was only the first night and it’s been like two days now. I gotta take a break here for a second, though, my hand is starting to cramp up. I think the cold might have done more to me than I thought.

Okay I’m back now! Just needed a break for a second. But yeah, I made a pact with Morr. Then she showed me where I’d be sleeping for the night and said we could discuss things more in the morning. Which we did, and gods did it take an even wilder turn. She, uh, gave me a familiar to watch over me. I know all about those. Both father and his mistress had one, and I often saw them running around doing little jobs for them both. But Father had a rabbit and his mistress had an ugly flat faced cat. Gods, I hated that thing. I hated both of them, but at least Father’s rabbit was cute. That doesn’t matter though. When Morr told me she was giving me a familiar I assumed it would be something like that. A little animal that could ride around on my shoulder and whatnot. Instead she brought me to the back room of her cabin where there was a FREAKING WOLF!

When I say she’s massive I really do mean massive, though. I rode on her back like a horse! That’s how big she is! And she has the same glowing orange eyes Morr has. No pupils, just orange. Oddly enough while she is made of some sort of fog or smoke or whatever it is, she still feels mostly solid. Like there’s maybe four or five inches of fog and then she feels just like any other wolf. At least, I assume wolves feel like that. I’ve never touched one before.

Morr said that I had to touch her to form our bond, but she also said that if I was too scared the bond wouldn’t form. How in the hells am I supposed to walk up to a wolf who’s teeth are larger than my FINGERS and TOUCH IT without being terrified?!? I did what I was told though. I held my hand out for her to sniff because I can only assume wolves are like dogs. She sniffed my hand and then howled at me, I think. She made some sort of noise, but it certainly didn’t sound like any animal I’ve ever heard. It sounded kind of like breathing, but kind of mechanical, but also very echoy? Like a “WhhoOoooAhAhhahahahh” kind of noise. Writing can’t do it justice.

After that I worked up the courage to pet her on the head, and once I did she became a lot less intimidating. Even with her being almost the size of a horse and having creepy glowing eyes and being surrounded by dark mist/smoke she’s still exactly like any other dog I’ve ever met. I pet her and her tail started wagging and kicking up the smoke everywhere making the room all hazy. It was cute, in a weird… Campfire ghost story sort of way.

Anyway, she doesn’t have a name yet. Well, she does, but I’m not allowed to know it? Uh.. Basically, I asked Morr if she had a name and she said no. So I said I would think of one, but Morr said that would be improper because this wolf is an intelligent being, she just can’t speak. Basically it’d be like me giving a grown woman a name after just meeting her for the first time. Morr said she didn’t have a name at all, but I learned that wasn’t the case soon after speaking with one of her friends. Or contacts. Or whatever, I don’t know their relationship. He told me that she DOES have a name, she just doesn’t trust me enough to tell me it yet. Which begs the question, why doesn’t she trust Morr with her name?

But yeah once we formed our bond, which is super freaking cool by the way, Morr gave me my first job as a warlock. Or would “as HER warlock” be the right way to put it? Regardless, she told me that one of her contacts had been keeping ahold of a tome for her and that I needed to go find him and bring it to her. This guy’s name is Aurthur and he lives in the next closest town. It’s a little town called Darrow that I’ve never heard of before now. Though I don’t see any reason why I would have. I was kept in a noble house in South City. Father’s family had lived in the estate for like three generations, which is a LONG time for high elves. We certainly weren’t going to move any time soon, so I had no reason to know about the surrounding villages and towns and whatnot. In hindsight he probably never told me so I’d never want to leave. Whole lot of good that did…

Darrow is about a day’s ride from here. I don’t know how much faster horseback is compared to walking. Or wolfback, considering I didn’t ride a horse to Darrow. All I know is I’d certainly have froze to death before getting there if I’d have tried to walk there from South City, and with it being the CLOSEST town… Yeah, I’m really glad I found Morr’s cabin. Thankfully Morr gave me some winter clothes before I headed out. Me and uh… I’ll just call her “wolf” for now? We both left in the early morning and we got to Darrow at maybe eleven o’clock? I figured Arthur would probably be asleep by now and I really didn’t want to spend another night out in the cold so once I got into town wolf and I wandered around until we found a tavern to stay at.

If I have any say in it I’m never going back to Darrow. Though considering Morr has a contact there I have a feeling I’m going to be making return trips frequently. Aside from Arthur the people I met there were so… Horrible! See I know a lot of places don’t allow animals, familiars or not, so when we got to the tavern I told wolf to stay outside so I could go in and ask about it. The plan was I’d ask, and if we got turned away I’d just find us somewhere else to go. Instead the woman there freaked out on me. She went on and on about how I’m just some small changeling and how I could never handle a wolf as big as mine, and how I was secretly bringing it here to let it loose on the town and how it could maul or devour someone. Just on and on.

It didn’t help that I didn’t have a name to give her. In this woman’s eyes the fact wolf doesn’t have a name yet proves that she isn’t a pet or a companion and is, in fact, a wild beast. I offered to prove she was obedient but even after doing so she just kept going off on us. The other people at the bar were all laughing and booing me as well which was absolutely humiliating. I’m not upset at Morr over this though. There’s no way she could have known…

Anyway, once this woman made it clear we weren’t staying in her tavern I tried to leave, but she blocked me from doing so. She said that I’d brought a monster in town and that it was her “duty” to protect her customers. This lady tried to get the town’s guard involved just because I politely asked if I could bring my familiar inside. I don’t know how I managed to calm her down. I think guilt got the better of her, honestly. She decided to let us leave once I put a “leash” onto wolf, which was really just a bit of rope I had in my pack. But I guess once she saw how cold it was outside and she changed her mind. So… Maybe she’s not all bad. Then again, not wanting someone to freeze to death should be basic human decency. It doesn’t make you a good person.

I paid extra for our room, which really wasn’t much. She wanted a gold so I gave her a gold with the promise that I’d leave first thing in the morning. That’s exactly what I did, too. Kind of. We did end up sleeping in until noon which was NOT my intention, but the trip to Darrow was tiring and I kinda stayed up for awhile… In an emotional state… I’m just glad I wasn't alone. Wolf may not trust me enough to give me her name, but she does seem to care about my wellbeing. When she saw me crying she nuzzled her head into my lap and licked my face and stuff. It’s still bizarre that a creature as large as she is can act so… Normal, I guess?

It wasn’t hard to find Arthur once we started looking. Morr said he ran a little shop in town and there really weren’t all too many shops. Plus wolf was guiding me most of the way. It seemed like she knew where we were supposed to go, but she didn’t exactly seem happy about it. I asked her if Arthur was mean and she shook her head, but I got the impression she disliked something about him. It’s weird, but it’s almost as if I can like… Feel what she means. She can’t talk to me, and these feelings I get aren’t words exactly. They’re like… Emotions as well as something else I don’t know how to describe. I just understand her, I guess. Not much else to say other than that.

Arthur was kind enough, though. His shop is on the road leading out of town the opposite way I came in. I guess the main road goes from South City, passes through Darrow, and then continues on to Castleview. I know OF Castleview, but I don’t know anything about it really. Not that it’s important. I’m just jotting the little details down so I remember them better. It was decently busy. Most of the items for sale were potions and scrolls and things of that nature. Seemed like a magic shop for those who can’t cast themselves, since I didn’t see any spell components or anything else like that. Since it was a magic shop though, and since Morr and wolf know Arthur, I figured it’d be okay bringing her inside with me.

He was nice, though. A bit odd, but nice. Part of me thinks that everyone I meet who knows Morr is going to be a bit odd. There’s also a really good chance that I’m the odd one out, though. If it smells like shit everywhere you go, check your shoe and whatnot, right? I didn’t talk to him much, though. Only enough to prove that I did actually know Morr and that I was here to pick up the tome she needed. He was a little apprehensive giving it to me, considering I don’t know anything about anything in the world of the arcane. But he also said that if Morr had taken me under her wing I really must have something promising about me. From how he spoke of her it seems Morr is tied to the more advanced side of the arcane. Someone you’d have heard about if you studied spells like that, but not someone the average person knows. I don’t really know how much weight that has though.

We didn’t talk much after that, though I promised I’d give Morr his regards. After that me and wolf took our leave. The trip back took longer than the trip there, but all in all it was uneventful. The only real thing of note was that the storm outside really started picking up. It was basically a total white out outside. If it weren’t for wolf’s nose we probably would have gotten lost out there. But we did make it back, and Morr was very pleased with me. After I gave her the tome we sat down and had a real proper discussion about the terms of my pact and why she bothered to help me out at all. While I was gone she got a whole written contract made. I did ask her if I was allowed to write any of this down in my journal and she said I could, so long as I made sure none of it got into the wrong hand. I don’t really feel too comfortable writing all this down word per word though. For the sake of remembering I guess I’ll summarize it, but I don’t entirely trust myself to keep a book like this guarded at all times.

Basically, Morr’s job is to keep balance in the realm. More specifically she keeps a balance in the arcane side of things. How she does this she didn’t say, nor did she say what “balance” means. It sounds kind of presumptuous if you ask me, but at the same time I don’t know anything about magic aside from the fact it exists so… Who knows. Anyway, usually she’s fine on her own, but there’s a few “threats” that have popped up recently that she can’t deal with herself. So she’s been seeking help, specifically from people like me who are “unbiased in the realm of magic”. Again, don’t know what that means, but whatever. She seems to know what she’s talking about.

I guess there’s a lot of things and people and whatnot out there that threaten the realm’s magic, but the main driving force that got her looking for allies is some cultist group. She calls them the “Cult of the Forgotten King”, but I have a feeling that isn’t their real name. Long and short of it is that this group of people are trying to revive some death god. She called him a Lich. Her explanation of who he is and his goals is… Again, pretty vague. Something about bringing “an endless winter of darkness that will never fade and never weaken”. I don’t even know if Morr knows exactly what this guy is about. But I also know that Liches are usually evil undead monsters, so regardless of who he is or what he wants I can see why she wants to prevent his return.

Hearing all that was really daunting, and even now I’m not too sure what the hells I’ve gotten myself into. But I was assured and reassured that I would never be facing this Lich alone and that I’d never be given a task I couldn’t handle. She promised she wouldn’t just lead me to my death which is nice in theory, but in reality it just freaked me out more that she even had to promise that in the first place. It’s an overwhelming and terrifying thought that one day I might be dealing with a real life lich cult. But today isn’t that day, and neither is tomorrow or even the next tenday. For now my job is to learn how to use magic, which is fine by me.

The contract, though. To summarize, no hurting Morr’s allies, no discussing the terms of the pact with anyone unless specifically told, no discussing anything about Morr to anyone (unless they’re a KNOWN ally), I have to complete any task or errand or job she asks of me (assuming I’m able and no external circumstances make the task impossible). If I go against any of these the contract will be immediately terminated. But on her side of things she has to keep me protected to the best of her abilities (barring circumstances already listed above), continually teach me the ways of the arcane (assuming it’s necessary and/or helpful to my work).

It also goes into detail on how I could terminate the contract if I ever chose to. But if the contract is ever broken or terminated Morr will have nothing to do with me from that point on, I’ll be left on my own to survive without magic, and in the event this cult or any other threat she deals with on a day to day basis rears its ugly head she will not protect me from them. There was a bit more too, obviously. Like how she won’t ask me to do anything that goes against my values and how my duties will never be beyond my current capabilities. But that’s all kind of a give in reading the rest of the terms and whatnot.

The last thing we spoke about before I went to bed and started writing all this was what the tome she had me pick up was for. Nothing overly interesting unfortunately. It’s just an old book of spells from WELL before I was born. So old it’s written in a dead language. It has some pretty powerful spells in it I guess, but all in all it’s a spellbook like any other as far as I’m concerned. My first job was just a mundane delivery job. Though seeing as I don’t know any magic yet I guess that makes sense.

But yeah, that leads up to where I am now. Laying in bed noting all of this down while Wolf sleeps on the floor next to me. I offered her a spot on the bed, but she finds the floor more comfortable. She also doesn’t want to roll over on me in her sleep and suffocate me, which is uh… Considerate, I guess? I don’t know. I don’t really know how I feel about any of this, really. Part of me feels like I’m in way over my head, but the other part of me is glad I did it. All that talk of cultists and liches is really what had me worried, but now that I’m laying here thinking about it I’ve basically been assigned the duties of your average town guard. The Lich person hasn’t been revived yet, so in reality I’m just stopping delusional fanatics from being a nuisance. And learning magic. That’s what I’m excited about. I was never allowed to practice magic back home since it could have affected father’s work. But now that I’m free I can finally do whatever I want, and that’s exactly what I’m doing.

#lonechangeling #remythechangeling #dungeonsanddragons #faerun #roleplay #lonechangelingsjournal #creative writing #journal entry #fiction

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moon-meerkat · 1 year ago

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so uh tonight's crying is mostly bc i was talking to my bff, whom i love to death, about different bus routes and how now he'll be taking 2 buses for a certain class (he was previously in a distance-learning semester) and i "joked" it would hopefully make him less boring and finally willing to go somewhere with me other than our own neighbourhoods - because every time i want us to go anywhere that takes more than 1 bus ride, he's unwilling to do that for me. and he was like MAYBE someday to one park i said smth like, he'd never even gone there with me on beautiful days that would be perfect for it. but NO WAY would he go to the place i wanted to for my birthday, a type of wildlife sanctuary 1 hour away, that i've recently-ish admitted i've been wanting to visit again for a decade, and tried to make it happen on my birthday, esp bc like that's not some huge unbearable road trip and if you're with friends it won't feel like that for even a minute. and i said *x friend of ours* (who had asked me out on a date, which i'd agreed to) (ended up not happening but that was later) offered to go. you're being worse than *that friend ours* rn. i said this mostly joking and in that tone bc when i'd told my bff smth ab that friend, he was completely like, disillusioned and lost basically all respect for him. and like thats almost fine up to that point. but then he said "well yeah he wanted to get with you. if i wanted to makeout with someone i would do that too. well no, i'd go from my house. if i lived where he lives i also wouldn't do it to hook up." and i'm just actually so devastated that he would go to more lengths for a makeout session than for me, his best friend of 10 years. like i would do it for you in a heartbeat you wouldn't even have to ask. why do you act like that's some huge fucking sacrifice, and why would you make it for a hookup and not for me? i love you so much, like more than anyone maybe. at least on par with my parents and sister. i would do like, anything for you. and i thought we were on the same page about hating allonormativity and how our society is always prioritizing sex and romance, and how friendship is equally important, but you keep showing you don't actually apply it in your own life. i would marry you if i could just to stop you from leaving me. I'M SO FUCKING SICK OF EVERYONE BEING LIKE THIS. I'M SO SICK OF IT AND I'M SO LONELY AND I'M SO SCARED. how the fuck can my therapist keep acting like i'm exaggerating when, for this exact reason, i'm TERRIFIED of ageing, because if i don't have a spouse i will NEVER be someone's real priority, no one will wanna make plans every week, no one will keep me in mind when deciding on whether to move away, no one will be as dedicated as i can be/am/want to be. and this society now has such a clear, fixed hierarchy and even those who claim to be against it participate, and this lack of dedication to each other, and this lack of community, these are a symptom and a cause, in self-perpetuating cycle that MAKES THIS SOCIETY ILL. WE CAN'T FUCKING LIVE LIKE THIS WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE SEE IT???? THIS IS KILLING US, MAKING US HAVE A HOLE INSIDE, NEGLECTING OUR CHILDREN AND OVERWORKING PARENTS, MAKING US LESS SAFE, MAKING IT ALL WRONG!!! AND I'M SO SICK OF IT

#allonormativity #breaking down

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coy-lee · 2 years ago

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Another fic from two crazy RP peeps!

Description: Sun and Moon play a little cat and mouse until Moon catches the goof and pins him in a peculiar way. Now Sun needs to say what he wants from Moon, or not get it at all...

Warnings: lots of tickles cuz duh

Asking For It

"Get over heeeree..!" Jingling and anticipation-giggles filled the daycare overnight. Moon had been giving his yellow counterpart a good chase for the better half of ten minutes, but Sunny had made a vital mistake: climbing away in a hurry to the top of a play area with only one way down, and Moon was blocking it.

"Got you....~" He grinned, grabbing Sun and wrestling him down. They struggled for a bit, but Moon got right on top of him so easily. Seeing how much Sun was squirming, he moved their position into a far stranger one, with Sun leaning back over the edge, Moon's legs dangling beside him and keeping his arms pinned.

"Aha~! Now, mister bratty rays… care to explain why you were so testy today?"

"ACK! Ah, uh... Testy? Was I?" Sun replied feigning innocence but with a bit of a nervous shake under the surface. He wiggled side to side a little and kicked his feet out to test the sturdiness of the pin Moon had him in. It was a new one that was slightly disorienting and, indeed, very difficult to move in.

Uh-oh…

"Let me guess~" Moon started, and he placed one hand on Sun's tummy gingerly. He wasn't tickling him, but tapped a couple of fingers lightly over the surface.

"You wanted me to play with you all day...didn't you? I can tell.~"

"P-play? OH YES! Play! Like Eye Spy o-or an intense game of Uno!" Sun knew exactly what Moon was talking about, but he didn't really need to say it out loud... did he? No no, Moon could be a menace, but he wouldn't do THAT... Right???

"Oh Sunny. You're such a baaaad fibber~" Now both of Moon's hands were on Sun's sides. The anticipation was killer… He just rested them there, unmoving.

"I think you know what I mean. You were wanting some tickles, weren't you~? Poor thing, having to wait all day for that."

"W-whaaat!? Nonono, I'm unbearably ticklish! You know I can't stand it!" A blush dusted Sun's cheeks at the accusation. He thought briefly of a game plan. He knew where Moon was going with this, the least he could do was think up a way out of it.

"Oh yes, I know how ticklish my little Sunny is..." Moon wasn't going to fully tickle him just yet...But teasing him with soft touches that really elicited his anticipation and got a few giggles would be fine.

"Look how pink you are~! You're excited for it, aren'tcha~?" Moon's fingers slowly poked Sun's sides a couple times. "Aren't yooouuu~?"

"Eeeeheeheehee! Am nahahat!" Sun protested. He wriggled a bit more, attempting to jerk away from the pokes to his sides… not that he got anywhere.

Another bout of nervousness overcame him as he debated whether or not he wanted to follow through with his counter. It would be really embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as actually asking Moon for what he really wanted. What to do? What to do?

"No? Are you sure...?" Moon held his fingers just above Sun's tummy...a well known death spot for him. He was just so ticklish there, and Moon LOVED exploiting that fact, but he didn't touch him yet...though his fingers did wiggle very menacingly above the surface.

"You have to admit it, Sunny. Ask kindly for the tickles so I can give them~"

'Nonono!' Sun thought, biting his lip. Well, it was either play his silly little card, or admit he was trying to get Moon to tickle him all day. Alright. Here goes nothing...

"B-but I d-don't want any tickles, Moony! I'm just too ticklish! Especially on my tummy," Sun whined, batting his eyelashes. Moon wasn't the only one who could tease. Perhaps he could make MOON break... maybe... hopefully…

"Ahh..." Moon twitched slightly. He even felt a little blush on his own cheeks... Sun was TOO CUTE, and he just wanted to WRECK him with tickling all night. But Moon had to stay in control...

"I know how ticklish your tummy is, Starlight..." He regained his composure. He had to think up an idea and quickly. Sun was being too devious with his teasing.

"Well, I suppose if you REALLY don't want any tickles...."

Moon laid his palms flat on Sun's tummy, smiling. "I can just go into rest-mode while you're stuck this way. Take a little nap until you're ready to ask."

Sun took note that Moon was affected by his cute-attack triumphantly, but Moon promptly clapped back with a rather mean yet also affective suggestion (more like a threat).

Better kick it up a notch.

"Let me go!" he 'demanded', lightly squirming without end. Little childlike grunts and squeaks could be heard as Sun 'struggled'. He made sure to make his tummy extra wiggly and undeniably vulnerable.

Moon watched Sun's helpless tummy wiggle beneath his fingertips, biting his lip just a little. Oh how badly he wanted to just dive right in and make him squeal and laugh....But again. He had to keep his feet firmly planted, so to speak.

"I'm not letting you go....You just go ahead and struggle all you want, but I'm not playing with you until you admit what you've been waiting for."

To add insult to injury, Moon laid his hands right against the wiggly yellow tummy beneath himself before closing his eyes. It looked like he had lowered his energy consumption, but hadn't powered down. His pin on Sun was still strong…

'Oh, cheese and crackers! He's not budging,' thought the ill-positioned bot. What now? Hmmm, why not remind him of what he's missing out on?

Ever since Moon had begun chasing after him, Sun had giddy giggles of anticipation wanting to bubble out of his voice box, but he had tried to keep himself together enough to focus on evading his pursuer. So, he decided now was a great opportunity to open those flood gates.

He surveyed his position and took one look at Moon's hands resting on his tummy. That's all it took for Sun to start giggling nervously, shifting a bit as he let his nerves take over his actions.

"Eeeeheeheeheeheeheehee! Nnngahaha- hmhmhmhmhahahaha!" Giddy little hiccups interrupted his giggle fit every now and then.

"..." Moon's fingers twitched briefly over Sun's tummy, almost feeling a little ticklish...

"I'm not doing anything. Are you that sensitive?" One eye peeked open, Moon pretending as if he was "woken up" by all of Sun's pestering chortles and hiccups.

"Well. I'll just move." His hands moved to rest on the sides of the play place they were rested on. Moon wasn't budging...Despite all of Sun's teasing and attempts to seem so open and vulnerable, Moon was sticking to his guns. He wasn't going to tickle unless asked.

'Argh! It's not working! Ohhh but I don't wanna say it. I can't just ask. That's a crime against nature!' Sun thought to himself. But all hope was not lost. Sun had one more trick up his sleeve before he couldn't wait any longer. Deep breath. Okay.

"Phew- good thing you're not gonna tickle me. If you did, I don't know what I'd do. You've got me pinned and no matter how hard I try I can't get away. I'd be completely at your mercy and you could make me squeal and laugh and giggle all you wanted and there's nothing I could do about it. And knowing you, you'd use the feather under your hat on my giggle button 'til I short-circuited! Having my most ticklish spot out in the open with no way to stop any devious tickle monsters from tickling me silly there is giving me tummy flutters, but at least the only tickle monster in the room isn't interested~"

Oh he was playing so dirty...but at the same time, he sounded so hammy right now. Nobody would talk like that normally unless they were very intentionally teasing...so Moon pointed it out immediately.

"Do you hear yourself talking, Sunshine...? All this talk of butterflies, bringing up your worst spots...your little giggle button, heh. You make it obvious that you want to be tickled and teased for hours...so why not just cave in and admit it?" Now both of Moon's eyes opened, glowing for a moment even as he scanned Sun with his infrareds. Just a little intimidation tactic!

"I already know, so just say it. Or we'll be here a looooot longer."

'FIDDLESTICKS!' Sun's last resort blew up in his face spectacularly. Why must Moon point out the obvious when it is most inconvenient!?

Well... You know what that means...

"M-moony? Uhm... Uh…"

Yes! Had he finally cracked? Moon felt like he would be the one to lose the battle if Sun didn't give in soon... But hearing his cute stammering, he smirked.

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"Can... Can I ask you somethin'?" Sun's voice was uncharacteristically soft. His cheeks were now more comparable to cherries rather than cotton candy, a deep red hue staining them. His eyes avoided Moon entirely, but especially the other's eyes. Oh, why did this have to be so hard!?

Moon turned to face Sun knowingly, nodding his head.

"Of course. You can ask me anything, little star~" Now his hands gently rested on Sun's tummy again. He didn't tickle him, Moon was just offering a supportive, comforting touch to let Sun know it was alright to ask.

Sun looked so cute when he was embarrassed this way, but his counterpart still wanted to make sure he felt safe.

And feel safe he did. Sun chanced a glance at Moon to find two gentle, loving eyes looking back at him. Well, that made him feel a hint of courage. Moon could be ruthless and tease Sun for the tiniest things, making him feel cute and silly and vulnerable, but in the end, Moon was really the bot before him in this moment. The rest was all play. It was about them trusting each other and being there for one another.

So, with one more deep breath, Sun took that dreaded step, exercising what he already had in Moon.

Trust.

In a quiet voice, Sun spoke up again and, although still blushing profusely, looked Moon right in the eye as he spoke.

"May I have some tickles please?"

Moon's expression softened as Sun asked. He looked very endeared...and he was! Moon adored his sunshine. He made everything so much better every day. One truly would be incomplete without the other.

"Of course you may~ You know I love giving you tickles...Oho, and you're in such a vulnerable state!"

Now Moon was going to tease him RELENTLESSLY. Sun had built up the courage to ask, so of course he would reward him.

"Here it comes, Sun-Bun~" His fingers wiggled, easing in slowly...slowly... And contact was made with his tummy.

"Tickle tickle~"

"Eh! TtttEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE! MOONYHEEHEE!" Sun giggled madly with delight, finally getting what he wanted and, at this point, deserved.

"Listen to that sweet laugh~ Ohoo, is this what you were waiting for Sunny?" Moon tippy-tapped his fingers up and down Sun's shaking tummy, careful to avoid that cute dip that never failed to get him squealing. He was saving that for later.

"Oh, you know... in this position, I bet it tickles faaar more...You're so helpless and open~"

"KkkkeehehehEHEHE! DON'T TEEEEHEEHEEASE!"

Moon sighed in bliss, loving watching how his dear friend squirmed beneath him.

"Oh hush~ You know you love the teasing..." Moon stopped tickling with one hand, pulling out that feather Sun had mentioned earlier from under his hat.

"By the way... If you REEEEALLY need me to genuinely stop, just say....comet~" Moon was offering Sun a genuine safeword, wanting him to be allowed to beg and plead all he wanted.

Sun's thoughts were split between the ongoing tickling and the sight and knowledge of the feather coming out.

"NONONONO PLEEEHEHEHEASE!"

Well. That wasn't 'Comet!' now was it?

Moon held Sun a little tighter with his legs.

"Heeere it comes~ This feather is juuust for your little gigglebutton...!" Moon hesitated teasingly, hovering it over that ticklish dent where Sun could barely stand being tickled.

And then--

"Boop~!" He poked the spot, slowly twirling the feather around and around. "Does it tiiiiickle tickle tickle~?"

The second the feather made contact with his tickle spot, Sun let out a squeal so loud and so high pitched that Moon was afraid that all the glass in the Pizza Plex might shatter. It then gave way to a torrent of crazed giggles within the same octave.

"EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! STEEHEEHEEHEE! *snort* TEEHEEHEEHEE! AAHHHAHAHAHAHHH!"

"Oh! Listen to thaaaat~ coochie coochie coo~ Oh this must tickle so much! Your defenseless little button getting brushed by the softness of the feather. It's driving you mad isn't it~? I knoooow how feather ticklish you are!"

Moon continued twisting the feather along the spot, his other hand lightly crawling up to Sun's ribs.

"BWAAHAHAAAHAHA! D-HEEEHEEHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOHOHOHOOOO! *snort* GYAHAHAHAH!" The sound of bells jingling and a fist pounding a wall accompanied the maniac laughter filling the air. Moon was spot on. Sun was going mad, and loving every second of it.

Having decided to give him a small break, Moon put the feather aside carefully before he lifted his hands to wiggle those long fingers in Sun's direction.

"Let's see~! Where can I go next, hm? Where else is my Sunshine ticklish?" He looked over his bright counterpart, before settling on reaching down to fiddle with his underarm joints.

"Maybe HERE?!"

Coherent sentences weren't an option for Sun before not only because of his uncontrollable laughter but also because of his scrambled focus. He had a small opportunity now though.

Still a little cloudy, he vaguely heard Moon's teases, but he definitely heard the word 'HERE'. He felt it too. A jolt of ticklish electricity sparked under his arms, shot down to his core and flowed into his chest and up to his voice box causing bouts of laughter to escape his lips, now permanently stretched into a big goofy grin.

"NAOOO! AHAHAHAHICAAAHAHANT! P-P-PUHUHUT MY AHAHARMS DOOOOWN! MOOoonYYYY!"

"Exactly ~ That's the fun part! You're just so open and helpless...You can't stop me from doiiiing thiiiis-" As Moon dragged out his words, he let his fingers stroke and flutter carefully into some of the exposed wiring within the lower cavity of Sun's underarms. He knew just how tender those wires were, and how being touched could truly tickle straight into his core.

"Ohoo~ This must be torture! Your arms are trapped out to the sides...So my fingers are free to roam aaaaall over your sensitive little spaces here! I bet it tickles so so much, doesn't it?"

"YEEHEHEHES! IT TICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAAAD! OMYSTARSI'MGONNA DIHIHIHIIIE!" The sensation was madly ticklish, and as always, Moon's words only made the feeling so much more intense. Sun wiggled and squirmed, again proving to be nearly impossible, to try and free his arms. T'was a fruitless endeavor…

not that he really wanted to get free anyway.

"You ahare sooo dramatic~ Silly Sun..." Moon smirked and watched the blushing, smiling face of his laughing counterpart as his fingers squirmed away against exo.

"Goochieee goochiieee goo~" As Moon cooed his fingers traveled lower down Sun's body, gripping his sides and playfully goosing up and down them.

"Uh oh! Looks like you're defenseless right here too!" He began softly pinching at his waist. "And here?! Oh, and you are ticklish here too?? Whaaaat a shaaaaame!"

"OHOH NO!" Sun's squirming immediately switched to more of a dance, jerking with the rhythm of Moon's squeezes. His laugh match that bouncy motion too.

"Bouncy bouncy Sunny ~ Try try as you might, you just have to take the tickleeees~!" Moon's hands continued pinching and spidering so ticklishly at Sun's sides, but he stopped for a moment with a serious face.

"Oh no.... Sun, oh. This is terrible… just awful. I just realized--" He gasped dramatically. "...You haven't gotten your dose of raspberries today…"

Moon's serious tone caught Sun's attention, and at first it WAS serious, but then Moon finished his sentence and-

"NONONO! NOT THE RASPBERRIES! NOT THE RASPBERRIES!" A new batch of excitement bubbled up in his tummy knowing one of his favorite parts was coming up.

Moon smirked, but held up his hands. "Don't worry Sun! There's a small chance that you may not need them... Just let Doctor Moon take a look~"

His hands playfully explored Sun's tummy now, poking softly. He wasn't overwhelming him with the tickling, but was certainly trying to make him squirm!

"Nurse! Oh nurse..! This is an ULTRA ticklish tummy! What's your opinion hmm? Are raspberries needed to help aid in the game??" Moon put a hand up to his non existent ear, pretending to listen to someone.

"I see...I agree, yes...Oh yes, that spot. Right--" Moon's finger poked dead center against the small dent that was Sun's "bellybutton", softly tickling it. "-here~! Oh yes, okay. Thank you." Moon looked back down at Sun, a sad look on his face.

"It's lethal, Sunny. Raspberries are the only way..." Moon leaned in closer, his head just inches above Sun's tummy. "Forgive me~"

Sun couldn't help but giggle at Moon's playfulness and the poking, but those giggles morphed into a cacophony of Sun's squeals, giggles, cackles, and screeches, with the occasional snort and squeak sprinkled in the mess. The buzz on his tummy gently rumbled his outer sensors and vibrated their way to tease the wires just below the surface. The poor thing was in hysterics, but they were the wonderful 'every last once of stress just melts away' hysterics. And no words were necessary, just letting the feeling wash over him.

"AHHAHAHAHA! EEEEK-AHAHAHAAA! AH! TEEHEEHEEHEEHEEE! *SNORT* EEK! EEHEEHEE! BWAHHHHAHAHAHAHA!"

Sun not begging anymore was cute...it seemed he had just given in and accepted that he couldn't escape Moon! Though, he did love hearing those helpless little 'Stop!'s and 'No!'s a lot of the time. Just hearing how defenseless Sun was against his tickling only made Moon want to do it more!

"Ahhhh-" He inhaled slowly, before releasing it all in a ticklish onslaught right against Sun's tummy. "PPHHHBBBTRRTTT~!!"

"GYAAAHAHAHAHAAA! *SNORT* M-MOOHOOHOOHOON! IT TICKLEHEHEHEHES! TYAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHH!" The smile on Sun's face wasn't forced at all. Getting to this point took hard work, but it was well worth it. No matter how much it looked like Sun was about to explode…

"Hmhm~" Moon was heard giggling between every raspberry he gave Sun. He just couldn't help himself!

Sunny was just too cute, and his FAVORITE thing to do was tickle him. Slowly Moon lifted his head, grinning mischievously.

"Tickles, hmm~? Well. Its exactly what you asked for!" And he was right. Sun DID ask for the tickles...and very politely even!

Now Moon got a little more playful, kneading his fingers into the sides of Sun's ribs while his mouth tickled sporadically along his tummy and sides with little "bites".

"Aaaahmm nam nam~! Oohoo, Sunny is a meal for the big bad tickle monsterrrr~ Let me eat you up!"

"OHohohohoNOHOHOH! DON'T EAT meeeEEHEEHEE! EEHEEHEEHEEHEE!" Moon's nibbling and kneading fingers had the upside-down bot in stitches. This was so much fun for him, especially when Moon finally referred to himself as the 'tickle monster'.

"Oohh you have no choice!" Moon cackled, but stopped just long enough to let Sun's kicking legs slow down. Once they did, he twisted to the side slightly and grabbed one leg.

"Oho, well what do we have here?" He flexed his fingers at Sun, before going right for his knee with a claw-like motion. "Tiiiickle tickle~! I bet you thought your legs were safe in this position, didn't ya Gigglebot~?"

"GyeeEHEEHEEHEEE! STEEHEEHEE! OHOHO STARSZzzZAHHH! HAHAHAHAAA!" The jingling sound came back with a vengeance as Sun's leg tried and ultimately failed to dance away from the devious fingers toying with his knee. It's true. Sun didn't expect his knees to be targeted, but they were indeed ripe for the pickin.

"This tickle monster is soooo lucky to have his own little tickle bot~ Did you ever think about how lucky I am?"

His fingers travelled up to the tops of Sun's thighs, squeezing and scribbling over them as he grinned so wide. Sun didn't seem to need much of a break...he surely wasn't asking for one.

"Oho, and you know how flexible I am...I wonder if I can reach those tootsies from here~"

"AAAAHAHAAA! NO! HAHA-NOOO! NOT MY FEEEEHEEHEEEEET! " The threat alone was enough to get Sun kicking out both his legs, attempting to keep his feet out of reach, but do to his position, accidently just making it easier for Moon to capture one.

"No~?! Not the feet? Why not the feet, hmm?" Moon's body once again twisted effortlessly...being a robot had its perks. He gripped Sun's ankle with one hand, pinning it beneath his arm and flipping his slipper off.

"Oh my my, could it be because of how unbearably ticklish your little beans are~? Oh the whole foot is ticklish though, isn't it??" Moon started by gently scratching the center of Sun's now bare sole, giggling as he teased.

"Tiiickle tickle tickle~"

"AH! HEHEHEHEY! EEHEEHEE! EHEHEVIHIHIL! EVIHIHIHAHAHAHA!" Sun's fists, both of them this time, pounded on the side of the play place, and he tried to bear it. His foot wiggled as much as it could, but Moon's fingers didn't miss a beat.

"Oho! Evil am I? Is that what you think?" Moon's fingers traveled up Sun's foot now, lightly raking his claws along that upper sensory pad they so endearingly called "beans".

"Coochie coo~ Look at those toes wiggle! Why...it would be such a shame if Mr.Feather didn't get a chance to tickle them, wouldn't it?"

"NOT MR. FEATHER! NAHAHAHAT THEEERE!" Sun pleaded desperately. No matter how much fun he was having, his programing still made begging a prime directive when he was tickled, after laughing his head off of course. But Mr. Feather was a menace. There was no doubt about that…

"Oh no~?" Moon plucked the feather from where he had left it earlier. "Why would you be so meeaaan to Mr. Feather? You KNOW just how much he loves tickling these cute wiggly toesies!"

Then Sun felt the long drag of soft fibers under his toes, Moon grinning wide. "Myyyy my my, and there's nothing you can do to stop it... How bad must this tickle, I wonder~?"

Sun's laughter turned to high-pitched, rapid giggles again, and tears of mirth flowed from his tightly shut eyes freely, cascading down his reddened face and falling to the floor far below. Even if his eyes were open, he still couldn't see where the offending feather was and where it was going, and that combined with being helplessly pinned practically upside-down, had his ticklishness through the roof.

The word 'comet' was starting to sound rather nice right about now.

"AHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! GNHNHNYAHAHEEHEEHEE!"

"Poor Sunny Bunny, so ticklish he can't even speak anymore hm? Or do you just have nothing to say~?" Moon surprised him by catching his other foot, pinning it at the opposite side and flipping off his shoe.

"Gotcha~!" He tittered and had him pinned in a way that let the hand from his pinning arm tickle and spider wildly along Sun's sole. Meanwhile, his other free hand dragged the feather between each and every toe.

"Giiitchie gitchie goooo~ Mooore laughter! Give the tickle monster mooore fooood~ Heheheee!"

A loud squeal interrupted Sun's constant giggling before it resumed with fervor. It continued without end for another 30 seconds or so before it started going silent, and all that could be heard were the little jingles from the bells on his wrists shaking.

"Oho~ Someone's just too ticklish tonight, hm? Must be this incredibly vulnerable position you've been pinned in..."

Moon released Sun's legs now and bent back towards him. He was being so ruthless, he didn't even give Sun much chance to recompose himself before diving his fingers right back into his underarm joints.

"You're so helpless, aren't you ~? My lil Sun Bun can't do a thing...Can't lower your arms, can't wiggle away... Can't stop me from getting two tickle spots at once either!"

Moon inhaled and let out a sudden, LOUD raspberry right over that special giggle button on Sun's tummy. All the while his fingers continued spidering into his wires and joints

The only way to make Moon stop now would be to use that word.

The sudden change in pace and tickle spots gave Sun enough of a jolt to bring back volume to his laughter, now a squealing, cackling, babbling mess.

"AHHHHAHAHAA! STAAHAHAHAHAHA! GYAAAHAHAHAHAAA! C-C-CAHAHAHA!" His first attempt to verbally raise the white flag fail, overcome by the torrent of uncontrolled laughter, but Moon seemed to understand anyway.

Moon's tickling finally came to a slow rolling stop. His hands soothingly rubbed Sun's sensitive tummy, before he lifted his own legs away from his arms.

Now Moon reached down to lift Sun up slowly, letting him continue to sit in his lap before pulling him into a gentle hug and stroking his back.

"Was it fun, Sunflower~?"

Sun's fans were in hyper drive and he panted to speed the process up, still giggling lightly, leaning into the hug. It took a second for his jelly arms to feel strong enough to return said hug, but when he did, he latched on and snuggled in.

"Mmhmm," was his simple response.

Moon smiled and let their heads gently nuzzle together, sighing as he held him. "Good~ You must be so tired. Let's get to the charging station."

Moon lifted Sun with ease, hooked on to the wire to gently descend back to the floor, and walk toward said charging station. He still offered a very soft, light tickle around Sun's back hoop. It was so soft it was more relaxing than anything, but still pretty tickly.

"Eeheeheehee... Hmhm..." Sun slowly bobbed in and out of stasis as Moon carried him, but the gentle teasing kept him up long enough for him to say one more thing before closing his eyes til the morning.

"Thanks, Moony…"

#sfw tickling community #fnaf tickles #fnaf moondrop #fnaf sundrop #ler!moon #lee!sun #fnaf security breach #moondrop #sundrop #tickle fic #pinning

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radiant-reid · 3 years ago

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Touched starved

It was no secret this case had been extra hard on Spencer. Even Y/n, the newest member of the team, knew some bad things happened when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. Most of the details were covered up though.

Spencer didn’t talk about it much. Only a few words when he felt strong enough. With having only been at the BAU for two years Y/n knew the least of what happened.

Then again, she was a profiler. She could tell this case was having a more-than-usual bad effect on Spencer.

It was because of the parallels, she figured. This unsub had been kidnapping and torturing victims. Having to solve it and, more importantly, knowing there was someone out there just like him, was hard on Spencer.

His brain almost didn’t work as it ran constant flashbacks of what Hankel did to him. Like a horror movie with no ending.

Everyone noticed, not just Y/n.

She just didn’t understand why they wouldn’t help him. They were all far closer to him than Y/n was. Prentiss, Morgan and JJ didn’t seem to be doing anything to help him but Y/n just felt like she couldn’t let him suffer in silence. She knew Garcia had tried to ask him how he was on the phone but there was only so much she could do from so far away. It wasn’t any of the team's fault though, they knew how Spencer operated.

That was how she found herself outside his hotel room on the 3rd night of the case. After seeing his condition slowly deteriorate throughout the hours they’d been on the case, she couldn’t just sit by. So dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, she knocked on his door.

“Y/n... what are you doing here?” Spencer asked as he opened the door to see who it was. It was very obvious that in the 4 hours since Hotch had sent them to get some rest, Spencer had not slept a second.

“I...” Y/n didn’t actually know how to answer his question. Instead, she just walked into his hotel room which caused him a lot of confusion. The puzzled look on his face didn’t stop. “I’m here for you, Spence.” She told him as she sat on his bed.

“Obviously, you’re in my room but I don’t understand why.” He replied. His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed across his chest. At least he’d changed into a hoodie and pants. Y/n didn’t think she’d ever seen him in a hoodie.

“Come here.” She instructed and he obliged, walking over to her so he was at the foot of the bed. “I’m here so you can have someone to talk to. Or not to talk to.” She explained. He still, very obviously, didn’t understand. “You haven’t stopped working on this case for almost 72 hours straight, that’s unhealthy. Now, you’re going to relax and just stop thinking about it.”

Spencer huffed out a sigh. “I can’t just stop thinking about it.”

“Why?”

“There’s someone out there who can’t stop thinking about it. He’s scared, terrified. And he’s just hoping that we can save him. But everything is telling him that there’s no one left. That they’re going to get there and be left with just his body.” Spencer hunched over as he talked, feeling as small as he looked. Tears were forming in his eyes and he was desperately fighting them. “I can’t stop working on this because we need to find out where he is. I can’t stop working on this because he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s living through the torture but he’s going to give up and want to give in to death.”

“What happened, Spencer?” Y/n softly asked as the tears started spilling down his cheeks.

He just stood there blankly. “I can’t.” He sobbed out.

Y/n knew about his aversion to hugs but she pulled him in for one, wrapping her arms around his slender waist. To her surprise, he leant into the embrace.

They stayed like that for a while before she pulled back, picking up his hand. She moved back so she was sitting against the headboard and pulled Spencer over, patting her lap. He didn’t even give a second thought to lay his head on her lap. His brain could almost stop spinning as he laid there.

Y/n moved her hand to his hair, threading it through her fingers. It was remarkably soft and fluffy.

“What happened to you, Spence?” She asked him again.

With tears still streaming out his eyes he could answer. “It hurt so much, Y/n. He wouldn’t stop it, no matter how much I begged. I was so helpless there.” He choked out, in a broken sentence due to his heavy breathing.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Y/n comforted again. She tested out the boundaries by running her hand over his cheek and when he leant into her hand she continued to brush the tears off his cheek. “Let it all out.”

“I couldn’t do anything!” Spencer cried. It was the most painful sound she’d ever heard. Someone so composed and always perfect falling apart. He was broken. “I just sat there while he beat me. I can still feel it. When I close my eyes sometimes I see him. It’s so stupid because I know, scientifically, I’m experiencing PTSD but sometimes I feel all the walls coming down on me.”

Y/n’s heart broke for him. “Spencer, it’s not stupid.” He cried even harder at that.

“I just need to crack the case and save him, Y/n. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Y/n moved her hand to rub his back. “I know you feel that way.” She didn’t really know what to say to comfort him. He was so often the one helping everyone else out.

“I feel so silly for still being scared too.” He mentioned.

“Oh, Spence, it’s okay. Hankel is dead and you’re safe now.” She soothed him, still rubbing circles in his back.

He was still bawling his eyes out, feeling unbearable sadness. “I know that. But I still see him and I can still remember every second of it.”

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” She told him firmly. “He was sick, I know you know that. You went through the worst things imaginable and you’re so strong.”

He lightly nodded. “Will it get better?”

“Yes, if you keep talking about it. To anyone. JJ?” Y/n suggested.

“I like talking to you.” He mentioned it, quieter than before. Y/n could finally smile at that. Despite everything, Spencer was still so kind.

“Good.” She told him as she moved her hand back to his hair. “I could see it was getting to you. With all the similarities in him drugging and abusing his victims. I can’t imagine what you went through but I’m so proud of you.” She continued, meaning every word she told him.

The tears had stopped coming so fast now. They were still constant but a weaker flow. “I just felt so helpless when I was there.”

Y/n almost chuckled at that. “Spencer, from what I’ve heard you were the one who told the team how to find you. I think you were so brave and I know they’re all so proud of you.” She told him.

“Thank you.” He murmured as he moved his head in her lap. She continued to comb through his hair.

They stayed in the exact position for a while. Until, eventually, the tears stopped.

Spencer then sat up. His cheeks were flushed red as he made eye contact with Y/n. “I’m sorry I completely freaked out.” He nervously rambled out an apology.

Y/n couldn’t have shaken her head faster. “Spencer Reid, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“I’ve got to save him, Y/n,” Spencer told her as he moved to get up off the bed, no doubt to go to his makeshift workspace.

Instead, Y/n tugged on his arm, not letting him move. “I know you’ve got to, Spence. But you can’t do that if you haven’t slept or relaxed in days.” She informed him. He was smart enough, and he had read at least 300 articles on the importance of sleep, to not argue with her.

“Okay, I’ll sleep. Thanks for coming to see me.” He told her, trying to get her out of the room.

Y/n noticed. “I don’t think so. You’re stuck with me for the night, buddy.” She told him as she pattered her lap again.

He looked like he was thinking about putting his head on it but he stopped. “Then you won’t sleep.” He realised.

“Okay then,” Y/n said as she pulled the covers of his bed up and got in. “I hope you’re okay with cuddling.” She was a little worried he wouldn’t be into it, just because of his germaphobic nature. But her worries subsided when he got in next to her and quickly put his head on her chest,

Y/n moved so she was lying flat on her back with her head on a pillow. Spencer put his own head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist like a baby koala would its mother.

She moved her arm so she could wrap it around Spencer’s torso and pull him closed but he stopped her. “Can you, uh... could you do it to my, um, hair?” He nervously asked.

Happy to oblige, Y/n moved her hand to his hair and started to run her fingers through it. “If you just want to lie here it’s fine but we can talk too.” She offered him, still unsure of what he needed. Spencer was so used to closing up that he decided to go against what his brain was telling him.

“My parents,’ He started, “When I was little we didn’t really do touching... no one’s ever hugged me like this.” The thought of a little kid Spencer not getting hugged broke Y/n’s heart again.

“Is this okay?” She asked, cautious of where his boundaries might lie.

“Yes.” He hurriedly answered, not wanting her to stop for a second. “I like it. I just didn’t get hugs as a kid from anyone. And as I grew up I learnt more about germs and figured that’s why my parents repealed me.” He spoke slowly and softly like he was half asleep. Maybe he was. “But I like this. It makes me feel better.” He figured.

“That’s good.” Y/n hummed. “I’m always here for you if you want to talk or just cuddle.” She told him.

The smile she could feel against her chest warmed her heart. “I’d like that and please don’t stop stroking my hair.”

She smiled at that. “I won’t.” She meant it as she leant down to place a kiss on his forehead.

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elysian-i · 3 years ago

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Summary: Staying alone in the Manor with Draco may not be all that innocent

Warnings: Smut. Sexual tension, Blow job, titty sucking, slapping, spitting and degrading kink. Orgasm denial, Cum play. Dilf!Draco. Reader is of age.It's a bit messy

a/n: lmao, you all are fucking whores, but don't worry, i am too.

NAVIGATION

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"Draco? Draco Fucking Malfoy?!" Frustration, annoyance, worry, these were one of the many things that were could be distinguished from your tone.

But in reality this wasn't what you were feeling at all. It was all an act to mask the rapid beating of your heart, the heating of your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach.

"Sweetheart, we're sorry, you'll be safe with him"Your mother's voice was full of sympathy, hands stroking your hair gently "It's just for a few weeks you know"

In defeat, you sigh nodding slightly before bidding them goodbye and apparating to the place, you were certain would be the death of you.

The Malfoy Manor.

Huge windows, dark colors, serpentines decorating most portions of the Castle.

Draco would be inside, the man that had you infatuated in almost every way.

And he would be alone, his son being currently at Hogwarts, no house elves present. Just you and an older single man, alone in the lands of Whiltshire.

Uncertainties filled your mind, each passing second, the thought of it alone made you shiver, amd just as you turn your heel, you bump into a hard chest.

Strong secure hands are around your waist, forcing you to press bodies with him.

And there he stood. Cold, attractive, dominant. Just perfect.

"M–Mr.Malfoy!" You try to sound collected as if you aren't already melting at his fingertips.

"Hello darling, you okay?" Ring clad hands push hair out of face, silver metallic eyes staring right at you, lips curled in a smirk.

"Yeah, I'm uh fine"

"Good, let me show you to your room then blossom"

Gently, his arms loop out of your waist, you keep quiet and watch him bend down to pick up your luggage.

Veins prominent, dark mark dangerously set out, contrasting wonderfully to his pale skin. The black ink proved to make him even more beautiful and all the more threatening.

Footsteps echo through the Manor as you follow closely behind him "Is no one else here?" You ask, as you step inside the room, he nods turning to you "Scorps at Hogwarts, so yeah we're all alone"

"Let me know if you need anything" Mischief was hidden in his voice and you both knew that you're visit was going to be anything but innocent.

This was surely going to be the death of you.

—

When Draco had first been informed of your incoming, he'd almost had the same reaction as you. Almost lost his mind at the thought of having you alone in the Manor.

He knew it was wrong, he knew it was sinful but he couldn't help but be bewitched by you. The innocence in your voice, those fucking eyes and those goddamn lips.

And now he had all that to himself, it was painful. You being in that tight blouse and that little skirt, roaming around the Manor freely having no idea of the unspeakable things this man wanted to do to you.

Right now you sat at the fountain, smirking to himself he approached you.

Somewhere deep inside he was aware of the effect he had on you.

"Having a nice time love ?" Malfoy asked, hand trailing down your spine, lightly chuckling as you squirmed beneath the smallest touch of his.

"Yeah, it's really nice here, Mr.Malfoy"

Draco clicked his tongue disapprovingly "Draco, it's Draco to you darling"

He saw the way you flustered at the pet name, and gulped harshly as his hand rested at your waist, inches above your ass.

"Okay, Draco"

The blonde fought back the urge to groan, never had he heard a prettier sound than they way you said his name.

If this was the way he was going to feel every second around you, then he truly was fucked.

—

The air was thickening every moment you spent together. The sexual tension becoming unbearable.

And it was only a matter of time before all restraints broke or before one of you did.

You had decided to go the library, trying to let your mind off the days of tension between you two.

But fuck, the book that you wanted stood up too high, making it hard for you to reach it, you struggle to touch it more than your fingertips, not being able to grasp it in your hands.

At the very moment, Draco was passing by the library, when he saw you, deciding to help you out he slowly crept up behind you, easily reaching for the book you wanted.

His crotch was pressed directly on your ass, and you can't help but whimper at the feeling. That's what breaks him.

Both of you freeze and it feels like time does too, his pants tighten at a small slight whimper of yours.

Then suddenly Draco has his hands on your waist and turns you to face him.

His hands tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and gently cups your face making you look up at him.

"Lord you're so fucking beautiful" He breathes out, before dragging his thumb across your lips, silently asking for permission.

"Do you want this?" Draco asks, pressing light kisses in the crook of your neck.

And as a `yes` tumbles out from your lips, he loses all control.

In a few moments your entire world changes as he collides his lips with yours, the kiss was passionate and desirous.

He takes your bottom lip in between his and sucks on it lightly before his experienced tongue slids' inside your mouth.

His hands roam all around your body, pausing at your breasts and ass and squeezing them roughly. "Dray" you whimper as he does so. Soon enough he begins to kiss your neck and collarbones, ripping your shirt apart as he loses patience.

"The fucking things I want to do to you" The man groans, before attacking the exposed skin of your boobs, giving you a harsh look he tugs at the cup of your bra, revealing your nipples.

Malfoy's lips wrap around the sensitive bud and suckles on it, making you squirm. Wetness forming between your thighs. You pant heavily and start to unbutton his white shirt,

When he stops his assault at your tits and rises, you're mesmerized, taken aback by the beauty of the man in front of you.

For someone his age, he looked incredibly fit. Muscles built around his torso, skin glistening even in the dull lighting of the library.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me, yeah?" His voice is calm and husky, and it spread arousal around you even more,

You nod running your hands along the smooth surface of his front, "Then get on your fucking knees and suck my cock"

You obey him right that instant, falling down on your knees before him, working quickly at his belt buckle, unzipping him and letting him spring free.

"Fuck" You gasp at the sight of his cock. His shaft was long and thick, tip red and glistening with pre-cum.

Smirking you wrap your hand around him, pumping him up and down as his breathing gets heavy.

Draco stares down and intently watches every move of yours, throwing his head back when you take him in the your mouth, licking and sucking his shaft.

"You're such a fucking slut" He grunts, tangling his lanky hand in your hair, forcing you in deeper.

Big doe eyes stare up at him, you on your knees, tearful thick eyelashes decorating your dark shades.

To think you were innocent; God was he wrong.

You may have been, maybe in the past, but right now with your mouth full of cock, spit dribbling down your chin, tits freed. You were anything but the pure angel he thought you were.

Right now you were fucking filthy.

Gagging and chocking on the cock of a man much much older than you.

It was forbidden, but he was Draco Malfoy after all. He'd always had a thing for that.

His grip was harsh and rough and there was no tenderness in him when he yanks you off his length.

"What a fucking cockslut" He growls, wrapping his hands around you and quickly bending you over on the couch nearby.

His pale hand gives your ass a hard slap, and rubs the reddened skin, quickly pulling down your skirt and ripping off your panties.

"Please Draco, j—just fuck me" You yearned him, craved him. There was the danger that came along with him, but it didn't matter now. You were already in too deep, the damage had been done.

"You want me to fuck you? Is that it my sweet whore?" He demands am answer, tip teasing your slit.

"I—I do, please fuck m—"

Your sentence is left unfinished as he slams his cock inside you, not giving you time to do anything, and you're completely under his control.

"Never thought you'd be such a whore"

His hands securely presses against your hips, as he sets up a brutal pace, pounding into you like there was no tomorrow.

It felt like this was the moment you'd been waiting for your entire life, skin against skin, breathing in the same breaths, bodies connected.

"Merlin, you're so damn tight" He moans as he fastens his pace, a coil already forming in your stomach and as you get closer and closer, he pulls out.

"Drac-Draco why'd—" A gasp cuts you off as he flips you onto your back, hands wrapped around your thighs, pushing your legs up.

He wanted to see your face as you collapsed beneath him.

Draco doesn't enter you back in, he waits at your entrance as you whine.

"I wonder what your parents would do if they ever know" He taunts you devilishly "What would they say y/n if they knew that their innocent pure baby is in fact just a naughty little slut, hmm?"

You were far too gone to think about the consequence of your actions now, but so was Draco.

He spits on your pussy, before jerking off his shaft.

This time he pushes in slowly, giving you every inch of him as your toes curl up in pleasure.

The coil starts to form again as he starts to thrust in and out. His eyes never once leaving your face as he mercilessly slams into you.

Your hair wild across the couch, tits bouncing as he pounds your pussy, legs spread wide.

You were a fucked out mess, that too just for him.

He never gives up his speed, and his stamina is impressive. Bucking his hips over and over again, pounding aggressively.

Your body soon starts to tremble at his rough and deep thrust, moans and whimpers constantly leaving your lips as he grunts from above you.

"Come on baby, you gotta cum for me yeah? Be a good girl—fuck "

Levels after levels of ecstasy wash you over as you finally cum, squirting all over him and the couch. And with that sight, Draco is pulled into euphoria, spilling deep inside your cunt.

Long minutes pass by before he pulls out of, chuckling as he drags his fingers through your folds, taking the fingers in his mouth and licking them, before forcing them in your mouth and you suck both of your cum off his fingers.

"Fuck, you're so fucking filthy"

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waitineedaname · 3 years ago

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"Accidently ending a phone call with your roommate with a casual ‘I love you’ seems like a very good reason to move out"

For benrey @ gordon?

“And can you pick up some oat milk while you’re there? I just realized I’m out.”

“Man, oat milk freaks me out,” Benrey said, pushing their shopping cart towards the dairy section anyway. “Like, do oats even have, uh. Others?”

“Others?” There was a beat of silence as Gordon attempted to figure out exactly what the hell Benrey was talking about. “You mean udders?”

“Yeah. Cow things.”

“Dude, that’s not how oat milk works.” Gordon’s laugh made Benrey’s cheap phone speakers crackle.

“Then how does it work? Huh? Mister scientician?” Benrey propped the phone between their ear and shoulder as they opened the fridge door to grab the brand of oat milk he knew Gordon liked.

“I don’t fucking know! I’m not a goddamn milk scientist.” Even through a phone call, Benrey could hear the smile on Gordon’s face. “They squeeze juice out of the oats or smush them into a paste or something. I don’t know. Stop making me think about how oat milk works, it’s going to make me not want to drink it anymore.”

“Cool, so I’ll buy milk with extra lactose then.”

“You will not, unless you wanna deal with me laying on the couch complaining all afternoon because my stomach hurts.”

“You do that anyway.”

“Fuck off, man.” Gordon’s tone of voice didn’t carry any bite to it. “Alright, I gotta go, I’m almost at the end of the queue to pick Joshie up. I’ll see you back at home, okay?”

“Mhm. Love you, bye.” Benrey hung up and shoved their phone back in their jacket pocket. They unfolded the shopping list and attempted to decipher the mix of their own chicken scratch, Gordon’s doctor handwriting, and the occasional misspelled request for snacks in Joshua’s six year old handwriting. Okay, they had to get those frozen chicken nuggets Joshua liked, another pack of seltzer, a can of black beans since Gordon was planning to cook dinner tonight-

Thinking about Gordon made them suddenly freeze in place as they realized what they’d just done. Did… Did they just say “love you” on the phone with Gordon?

Aw, fuck.

They’d been living with Gordon for a while now. It hadn’t always been an easy thing for either of them. When they’d been freshly respawned, both of them had been jumpy around each other at best, and at worst, they were at each other’s throats trying to kill each other. It took a long time and a lot of uncomfortable conversations for them to get to the point where they could interact without an unbearable amount of tension. From there, they were able to start rebuilding an actual friendship. Turns out, they got along a lot better when they weren’t in mortal danger. Who knew!

Living with Gordon involved a lot of rules, both spoken and unspoken. They involved stuff like “don’t ask weird questions about Gordon’s feet,” “if one of them gets too angry, walk it off instead of actually fighting,” and “no gross body horror in front of Gordon’s son.” It also involved shit like “please for the love of god don’t put empty juice cartons back in the fridge” and “don’t stain the carpets with Sweet Voice, this is a rental and that security deposit is worth getting back.” So far, Benrey hadn’t had too much trouble following the rules. They had been a security guard, after all; following rules was supposed to be their thing. Besides, they were a low price to pay to get to spend time with Gordon.

One of those early unspoken rules, however, had been “keep the flirting to a minimum.” That one had been a little tricky at first, but it had been necessary, especially back when they still weren’t on the best of terms. Benrey learned that when Gordon was already worked up, blowing a kiss did the opposite of diffusing the situation. This was news to Benrey. Who didn’t love a little kiss from their buddies? Lame.

That had been an early rule, though, and one that had kind of faded into the background over time. The longer they lived together, the more physically affectionate they both got, and a little domesticity is only to be expected when you share a household. It was nice. Comfortable.

And then Benrey had to go and say “I love you” on the phone. What the fuck.

That had to be crossing a line, right? Gordon was fine with some handholding and some cuddling and they’d make dinner together once a week, but this had to be pushing it.

Benrey went through the rote motions of buying the rest of their groceries without really paying attention, too busy panicking. There was only one option. They had to move out. This was fine. This was totally fine. They could just crash on Tommy’s couch until they find a place of their own because there was no way this wasn’t going to make Gordon freak the fuck out. As much as they loved fucking with Gordon, they’d learned there was the fun kind of freaking him out and the bad kind of freaking him out. They were fairly certain this fell into the bad category.

By the time that they were walking up to their apartment door, they were already mentally packing up all their things, resigned to their fate. They were so stuck in their own head that Joshua barreling into their legs when they opened the door actually startled them.

“Benny!” Joshua cheered, clinging to their jeans.

“Hey, li’l dude.” Benrey carefully tried to push past the kid without tripping over him on the way to the kitchen. Tragically, that’s where Gordon also happened to be.

“Hey, what took you so long?” Gordon asked, taking some of the grocery bags from them. “I thought you’d gotten lost in Costco again.”

Benrey grunted noncommittally and started putting away groceries instead of answering Gordon. Maybe if they didn’t look at him, they could avoid confronting whatever Gordon’s reaction was. Yeah, definitely, this seemed like a sustainable, reasonable decision to make. Yep.

“Dude.” Gordon’s hand suddenly appeared on their forearm. Benrey stared at it, then looked up at Gordon’s concerned face. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“You’re putting carrots in the utensil drawer.”

Benrey looked down at their hands again. Oh. So they were.

“You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from the store,” Gordon said, gently taking the carrots away from them. “Did something happen? You wanna talk about it?”

Benrey screwed their mouth up. No, they didn’t want to talk about it, but learning how to talk through things like adults was something they both had agreed to do. That had been a rule introduced by an exasperated Tommy, sick of mediating their bullshit. So, they sighed and looked away while Gordon put the carrots in the vegetable drawer of the fridge. “I was thinking about how I’ve gotta move out.”

“What?” Gordon stood up too fast and smacked his head on the freezer door. He swore loudly, and Benrey reached over to hand him a bag of frozen peas to put on the back of his head. “Thanks. But also, what? Since when are you moving out?”

“Uh, since now?” Benrey said, confused. Shouldn’t it be obvious?

“Why?”

“‘Cause I said I love you on the phone? Dummy? You, uh, a fucking old man got bad brain disease, not remembering things?” They said, defaulting to picking on Gordon to avoid focusing on anything else. Gordon stared blankly at them for a moment, then, against all odds, a grin spread across his face.

“Benrey,” He said, and Benrey decided he didn't like that tone one bit, “Are you embarrassed?”

“Whuh? No.” There was no way they could be embarrassed. That definitely wasn't what was going on here. Nope. Not a bit, “...Maybe.”

“Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed about that.” Gordon laughed. “Do you know how often I've said stupid Freudian slips? I called my sixth grade teacher mom once and wanted to change my name and move to Canada. I've been there.”

“It wasn't, uh… It wasn't too much? Not crossing a line or anything?”

“Nah, man. It was kinda sweet.” Gordon flashed him a smile and finished putting away the last of the groceries.

“Cool.” Benrey relaxed, letting go of the tension that had been building in their shoulders. “That's good ‘cause I was gonna fight you for custody of your Xbox.” Gordon snorted.

“Good fucking luck, you’re too much of a Playstation guy to win that case.”

The evening passed relatively uneventfully from there. Gordon enlisted Benrey’s help in cooking dinner, and Joshua eagerly told them all about the cool dinosaur facts he’d learned in class that day. They went through the easy routine of watching just one episode (which of course always turned into several episodes) of Joshua’s choice of TV, then Benrey helped wash up in the kitchen while Gordon put Josh to bed. Gordon joined them as they finished washing dishes and squeezed Benrey’s shoulder affectionately when they were done.

“Alright, man, I think I’m gonna head to bed early tonight.”

Benrey nodded. “Cool. I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t worry about it. G’night, dude.”

“Night, Gordon.”

“Oh, and Benrey?” Gordon paused in the doorway of his bedroom and waited until Benrey glanced up at him. Gordon smiled. “Love you too.”

He shut the door before Benrey could respond, leaving Benrey to stare blankly at the door. They let out a groan, careful not to wake Joshua. Oh, Gordon was going to be the death of them.

#hlvrai #frenrey #gordon feetman #benrey #my writing #okay to reblog #this is not my best work but my brain is toxic slutch rn so here you go!!!#I did not proofread this at ALL have fun lol

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dumdumsun · 3 years ago

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And Dusk

A/N: One of my favorites. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: mentions of violence

Word Count: 2780

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Chapter 8: Tell Me, Muse

After an awkward-turned-heartfelt conversation between the reunited Allison and Luther about how good they were and the former’s marriage, the two slowly leaned away from each other on their own sides of the table. Allison decided to break the short silence between them. “Have you, um, heard from any of the others? Vanya?”

“Uh, on a farm,” Luther answered with raised brows. “And happy.”

Allison nodded, brows furrowed. “Right… Weird… Uh, Diego?”

“Nuthouse. Klaus?”

“Cult leader.”

“Eh,” He shrugged, Allison laughing aloud. “And, uh, Five turned up a few days ago. What about (Y/N)? You know anything about her?”

Allison froze, her mouth opening and closing. “I… I was hoping you’d know… Five doesn’t?”

“No, he hasn’t found her yet.” Luther’s expression saddened as Allison stared down at the table with a solemn look. “Hey… we’ll find her. She’s tough as nails. I’m sure she’s doing just fine.”

Allison glanced up at him, trying a smile. “Yeah… Yeah, I hope so…”

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“I don’t see Dad anywhere.” Diego said as he, Lila and Five stood in the midst of the gala. Five turned to him, glass in his hand.

“Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve. I got the upstairs,” When his brother turned away, Five caught his attention again. “Diego, try not to do anything too stupid.” He nodded before taking off, eliciting a soft chuckle from Lila.

Just as the boy ascended the stairs, (Y/N) and Preston had just passed the bottom to slip past Diego and Lila. Preston, after setting the girl’s drink down wherever, held her by the hand and led her to the middle of the dance floor. The two got into position before moving to the beat of the music. Preston tried more than once to steal a kiss, but she would lean away or turn her head in a different direction as if something caught her eye. To say he was getting frustrated was an understatement. She could tell by the quiet huffs through his nose.

“They’re playing our song.” Lila whispered before grabbing Diego by his tie, dragging him onto the dance floor. The only thing separating Diego and (Y/N) was an elderly couple dancing between them. But Diego was too immersed in his dance with Lila to notice his sister. He spun his ‘crazy lady’ around a couple times, causing her to grin. “You’ve got moves.”

“My father insisted on ballroom lessons,” Diego informed before horribly imitating Reginald. “‘One never knows when the paso doble will be the difference between life and death’,” He quoted before slowly dipping Lila. “‘Children’.”

“My mum used to say something along those lines.” Lila whispered, gently pushing his hair back.

“Yeah?” He smiled, eyes moving up when a blur of orange got his attention. He nearly dropped Lila onto the floor when they landed on the person who adorned that color.

“Preston, I don’t think you’ve even applied any of our lessons to our dance.” (Y/N) muttered to her date, who smirked and rolled his eyes. “And why does it seem like you don’t care? I kinda need for you to actually do something right so my dad won’t be on my ass after this.”

“Your dad is nowhere near.” Preston whispered, moving even closer. The girl scoffed and flicked his nose with her fingers. He gasped and hissed as he scrunched up his nose, but before he could scold her about her poor manners, she was pulled out of his hold. Milliseconds later, Lila was spun into Preston’s arms, the boy instinctively holding onto her so she wouldn’t fall. The two stared at each other in confusion and slight disgust as she slowly nodded.

“What a party.”

(Y/N) held onto whoever saved her from her unbearable date, her grip so tight that he softly hissed. Snapping her head up, she gasped at the sight of her brother staring at her with wide eyes and a bright smile. “Diego…”

“Hey, sis.” He wasted no time in crushing her into a hug. Happily laughing, she returned the comfort. Upon close inspection, Lila identified her target. And now she knew that she was important to Diego. The siblings naturally fell into a waltz that Diego flowed along nicely with.

“Look at you, big brother,” (Y/N) laughed. “Not so robotronic anymore, huh?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s been years since I’ve been your dance partner. I had to show you someday. How long have you been here? In Dallas?”

“Since late 1961. You?”

“Got here over two months ago. Shit, you’ve been here awhile… How are you holding up?”

“What do you think?” She chuckled and spun herself under his arm. He got a glimpse of her outfit and hummed.

“Not too bad, I see.” He became serious and leaned in closer. “(Y/N), listen to me, alright? Five was the last of us to get here-”

“Five?” (Y/N)’s steps stuttered a bit, but Diego got them back on beat. “You saw Five?”

He nodded. “But that’s not it. He told me-”

Diego was cut off yet again when (Y/N) was spun out of his hold, replaced by Lila. The woman simply shrugged and nodded towards Preston, who was now holding (Y/N) close and glaring at Diego. He returned the glare before Lila turned his chin so he was facing her. “She’s a little young for you, yeah?”

“What? No, gross. That’s my sister.” He shook his head. Lila raised her brows and led the two in a dance.

“A little sister? How cute…”

“She’s not as little as you think.” He chuckled. “There’s a lot of… interesting things about my family.”

“I didn’t notice.” She giggled, the two of them inching closer until their lips nearly grazed each other. Once again, a certain someone caught Diego’s eye, and Lila noticed. “Well, you are easily distracted.”

But he wasn’t listening to her. “It can’t be…” He whispered before slipping away from Lila, leaving her alone on the dance floor. His journey to Grace seemed to go in slow motion, the man slipping between bodies and clearing the path until she was all he saw. When she turned to him, he was transfixed. It was Grace. His mother who he shut off. “Mom…” He whispered, the woman giving him a look.

“Well, that isn’t the first time I’ve heard that,” Her Texas drawl threw him off a bit. Of course. This was the actual Grace. When Diego’s face dropped in realization, she became more perplexed. “Everything alright, hun?”

With a small smile, Diego stepped closer. “You’re real…”

Nervously chuckling, Grace shifted in her place, blinking rapidly. “If this is your idea of a come-on, it’s not goin’ well.”

“No,” Diego stuttered. “Uh, do… Do you know a… a man named Sir Reginald Hargreeves?” He questioned, crossing his arms.

“Reggie? He’s my date this evenin’.”

Diego raised his brows and widened his eyes. “Your date…?” His expression fell into disgust when Grace nodded in confirmation. At his grimace, she shook her head.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. No, no, it’s… it’s just, uh… It’s just a lot to process. The… The thought of the two of you… I can’t picture that in my head. That is… That’s nasty.”

Sighing, Grace tried to make sense of this entire conversation. “You’re a little odd, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” Diego smiled up at her, enjoying the sound of her soft laugh before his expression fell. “I mean no. Uh… Do you know where he is?”

“He said somethin’ about a quick meetin’, and he’d be right back. That was twenty minutes ago.”

Diego stared at her with a judging look. But not in judgment of her. “Never good to keep a lady waiting.”

“Tell him that if you find him.” Grace lifted her drink before walking past Diego. She was almost out of sight when he called out to her by her name. Not remembering giving it to him, she turned with guarded confusion. But he only gave her a gentle look.

“It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too.”

Meanwhile, (Y/N) had managed to slip away from Preston, making an excuse to head to the little girls’ room. Unbeknownst to him, she walked in the entire opposite direction, swiftly falling into step beside Lila. “Sorry about that whole switcheroo situation. My brother seems to think with anything but his head.”

“Yes, I noticed,” She smiled, reaching her hand out to shake. “I’m Lila.”

“(Y/N).” The girl shook her hand. Lila’s eyes scanned her up and down as she assessed her.

“My, my, you are cute, aren’t you?”

Thrown off a bit, (Y/N) chuckled and slowly took her hand back. “Thank you? So, how’d you and Diego meet?” She asked as the two of them linked arms.

“The asylum.”

“Lovely.”

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Blinking into a closet inside the meeting room of the Majestic Twelve, Five adjusted his eyes to the darkness and peered in through the small space he had.

“The president is continuing to make inquiries into Roswell and the other crash sites, gentlemen,” One of the men spoke. “And, as you know, we cannot allow him to get his nose into our business.”

As he continued, Five noticed one of the Twelve delicately cleaning a monocle, urging the boy to lean in closer. “I’ve confirmed the motorcade will indeed be turning left on Elm Street. We’ll have our people in place.”

“Gentlemen,” The familiarity of the British accent startled Five for a mere second, but he only pressed himself closer. “This plan of yours seems ill-timed.”

“It’s going to be a turkey shoot.” Another of the Twelve commented just before Five had gotten too invested and unintentionally made noise with a hanger, causing the men to tense and whirl towards the closet. When the face of Sir Reginald Hargreeves came into view, Five could only stare in shock.

“Dad…?”

Reginald shushed the men and stalked towards the fireplace, grabbing one of the pokers and heading straight for the closet. Five and Reginald stood before each other in silence. One unknowing, one not. The next second, Reginald stabbed through the closet, intentionally trying to harm whoever was on the other side. When he opened the door, though, no one was there.

Five blinked into the hallway and exhaled, straightening his uniform before spinning around. Stood before him was one of the Swedish assassins. The boy cursed to himself before he was grabbed and thrown against the wall. Before he could be thrown into the other, he blinked through it and then behind the man, kicking him in the back of the knee and sending him to the ground. Five jumped onto his back and attempted to snap his neck, but the man was much stronger than the boy anticipated. So, he was flipped over and onto his back. Before the Swede could land a punch to his face, Five blinked behind him again. When he saw that he couldn’t successfully fight back, he tried again to blink, but the energy of his power only sputtered. Much like when he first arrived in the apocalypse. He was drained. When he looked up, the man was much closer than before. “Oh, shit…” The boy muttered before receiving a punch to the face.

In search of Lila, Diego rushed up the stairs and turned the corner, only to find his brother getting pummeled by one of the gunmen he had the pleasure of meeting during his asylum escape. Diego began to move towards Five, but was pulled back when a belt came around his throat and constricted his airway. He struggled with all his might, but his attacker did not relent. Moving to stand in front of him was the other gunman, now wearing brass knuckles on one of his hands. Rearing his arm back, he forcefully rammed the knuckles into Diego’s gut, then his face. Diego used his legs to kick the man away and send him to his knees. Taking out one of his knives, he launched it towards him, but it missed his target completely. He was focused enough on the third Swede continuing to choke him. Diego was dragged down the opposite end of the hall as Five, as the Swede with the brass knuckles landed his weapon on the poor man over and over.

Just in time, (Y/N) and Lila reached the hallway, both of them immediately turning in Diego’s direction. The young girl gasped and rushed to her brother without hesitation. Remembering her ‘side gig’, Lila quickly grabbed a hold of her arm, but turned in the opposite direction upon hearing a groan. Her eyes zeroed on Five being punched, kicked, thrown, and her mother’s voice rang in her head.

“Protect Number Five at all costs.”

So, she let (Y/N) go, the young girl never removing her gaze from her brother. The two females seemed to have had the same idea of kicking off their heels, but (Y/N) took her second one into her hand and launched the heel into the face of the man who was choking Diego. Her brother greedily took gulps of air into his lungs as she tackled the man to the ground. He was the shortest of the three, so he was the best she’d get to an equal opponent. (Y/N) sent punch after punch to his face, her small hands forcing themselves around his throat and squeezing. She watched as his reddened face began to pale the harder she squeezed, and right when she thought he’d pass out, he tangled their legs together and flipped them over. The back of her head hit the floor, a groan escaping her lips before she got her treatment right back to her. Lifting her by the throat, the Swede swung her around and pinned her to the wall.

“Eat shit and die…” She gasped out around his hand. He only clenched his jaw and slammed her head against the wall so hard she was beginning to see stars. Diego kicked his own opponent away before grabbing his sister’s attacker by the hair and tugging him back. Barely giving herself time to breathe, (Y/N) grabbed the shortest Swede by his suit lapels and, with all the force her worn-out body could muster, swung him into the wall. She heard a crack when the back of his head hit the wall, the man slumping to the floor. Turning to Diego, the two breathlessly smiled at each other before a voice called out.

“(Y/N)?! Honey, where are you? We need to go!”

“Shit.” She muttered before grabbing her heels and rushing down the stairs. When she reached the bottom, Preston was there to catch her before she could stumble down the last few steps. Silently, she dropped her heels to the ground and held onto him for balance as she slipped them on.

“(Y/N), what the hell happened to you? I thought you went to the bathroom.” Preston held her by the waist.

“Uh, I got lost?”

“Well, we’ve gotta go, your mom is worried sick.” He grabbed her hand and rushed them out of the building. Just after Five had looked away from the window where he’d spotted Grace and Reginald, (Y/N) and Preston had just been approaching said adults. Grace let go of Reginald’s hand and gasped aloud, hugging her daughter close.

“Where were you? We couldn’t find you anywhere, darlin’.”

(Y/N) quietly chuckled as her father guided them to their awaiting car. “I, uh… got lost leaving the bathroom.” She lied as Preston held the door open for her. The last person to get in the car was Reginald, but just when he opened the door, a familiar voice sounded.

He turned in the direction of someone calling out to him in Ancient Greek. (Y/N) sat up quickly and tried to look out of Preston’s window, but he was blocking her view. That voice…

“Reggie,” Grace sighed. “What are you waitin’ for? We need to go.”

Without another word, Reginald climbed inside the car beside Grace. As they drove away, (Y/N)’s eyes never strayed from Preston’s window. “Dad, who was that?”

“No one important.” He dismissed, but she didn’t give up yet.

“Why did he recite the Odyssey?”

“I’m not sure-”

“And in Ancient Greek?”

“(Y/N), my child,” Her father exasperatedly sighed. “I do not know. It is nothing for you to worry about. So, stop fretting.”

The girl clutched her dress in both her fists, harshly biting her lip. Because there were only so many people she knew, besides herself, who could recite Homer in Ancient Greek.

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maddiwrites · 4 years ago

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Precious Life

Pairing: JJ x reader

REQUEST (From anon): could you write a jj maybank imagine where he and the reader are together, but she pushes him away due to her mental health. she has insecurity issues after her last boyfriend and her bestfriend passed a few months ago leaving her horribly depressed. finally, she opens up to him and its just super fluffy and he showers her in love and support.

Note: Thank you so much for the request and I’m so sorry it took me a while to write, but hopefully you like it. I kinda suck at fluff, so I’m sorry if it’s not enough fluff. Let me know what you think!

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: mentions of death of a friend, mental trauma from a past relationship, depression

You don’t know when it happened - whether it was overnight or throughout the past few weeks. Unlike everyone else who was excited about the summer finally beginning after what felt like the longest school year of your life, your days felt darker as you dreaded the upcoming season. You use to love summer - hell, you thrived during the hottest months of the year. You loved outdoor dining, surfing, beach parties, going out on the boat in the marsh with your friends. But now the thought of doing those activities made you want to vomit.

After your best friend passed away only a few months ago, you lost interest in all those activities. Because they all reminded you of her. She was the one who brought you out of you shell and pulled you out of your dark place when the world felt too unbearable to live in anymore. And now she was gone. Just like that. Life is so precious, you remember people telling you that at her funeral. They weren’t wrong. But you never thought your life could compare to the one of your beautifully made best friend.

Her birthday is next month in the early weeks of July. Her mother wants to hold a small party as if she was still there to celebrate. Of course she wants you there, but you don’t know if you’d be able to handle it. A birthday party for a dead girl? What an obvious reminder that she’s not there. It’s going to be the first birthday you spend without her. The tradition of getting smoothie bowls and going to the local zoo and finishing the night off with a bonfire and beer cans you stole out of your parents fridge is completely destroyed. Gone just like she is.

The only person making your miserable life a little more bearable is your wonderful boyfriend, JJ Maybank. Despite only being together for about two months, he became your closest friend. Your best friend would have loved him and would even be impressed that you went for such a bad boy. Your type usually consisted of stuck up boys with egos bigger than their daddy’s bank account. Sometimes you picture a life where your best friend and JJ knew each other. They’d probably be best of friends. Your friend would be weary of him at first, but JJ would work his usual charm and win her over in seconds. It’s what he did with you.

You met him after getting really close with Kiara when her dad hired you as another waitress at the Wreck. You remembered the day he first walked into the restaurant with his friends. You felt his eyes on you the entire time. Feeling bold, you walked over to his table and asked to borrow his phone. You opened his snap chat app and took a selfie with the two of you and said, “Here’s a picture if you want it to last longer.” And that was how the love story of JJ Maybank and Y/N Y/L/N started. JJ still has the picture saved as his Lock Screen. It makes you smile every time you see it.

Your life with JJ was nearly perfect. What started as a flirty banter became something serious. Kie knew JJ was in deep because he never complained about how slow you wanted to take the relationship. Aka sex. Usually JJ is the kind of guy who will go get what he wants. And if that’s a quick lay, that’s what he’ll go searching for. Someone that won’t make him work too hard for it. But with you? It was different. Sure he wanted to explore that part of the relationship with you, but only when you were ready. It was hard for him some days, especially when you wore his hoodies or kissed him so deeply that he swore his skin was on fire.

Although JJ has been nothing but a respectful KING about your decision to wait, you can’t help but feel guilty about keeping him waiting. It’s not that you didn’t want to - because god did you want to. But it was hard for you to give someone all of you like that. Part of you blames that on your own insecurities and the other part knows it’s trauma due to your past relationship. You never told anyone the kind of vile and disgusting things your ex boyfriend would say to your face. Well, you confessed to your best friend on the night he broke up with you. You physically had to hold her back by her hair to keep her from setting his house on fire. She tried to make you see that everything he said about you was wrong. Dumb, fat, whore, useless, poor, ugly. You wanted to believe her, but it was like your ex had physically tattooed the words onto your skin and it was hard to see anything else. When things were getting heated between you and JJ and you felt his hand dip under the thin material of your t shirt, you would pull away, afraid that he would feel the rolls on your stomach. You never let him see you without makeup on. And even wore baggy clothing so you wouldn’t have to worry about showing too much skin. You didn’t want him getting the wrong impression.

JJ tried asking Kie about it. JJ is smarter than people give him credit for. He had a feeling that your choosing to not have sex ran deeper than just not being ready. Which is totally fine but he wanted to be there for you if you needed help. Of course Kie had no idea. But just like JJ, she noticed you pulling away from the group slowly. She thought maybe it was the stress of finals as the end of the school year wrapped up, but then summer came around and the less you did.

“She’s been off, right?” JJ asks Kie. His legs bounces up and down anxiously and he chews on the nub of his thumb nail. “Do you notice it too?”

Kie doesn’t know how to answer. Of course she wants to be honest with her best friend, but she also doesn’t want to hurt him. “I mean, she’s been kind of distant with us. Maybe she’s been busy. I mean she’s gotten a few of her shifts covered in the last two weeks.”

JJ shakes his head. “I don’t know. I can’t shake off this feeling that it’s something more than that. Something I’m missing. I mean...” he sighs and takes his fingers through his hair. “Do you think it’s me? Did I do something? Maybe she feels pressured by this whole sex thing-“

“No. Of course not.” Kie says. She knows JJ would never make you do anything you don’t want to do, and he would never make you feel guilty about it. “You should talk to her about it next time you see her. I mean, I could bring it up too but I think it would be best coming from you.”

JJ nods and accepts this answer from Kie. It doesn’t make him feel any less anxious about the state of your relationship but at least he’s not crazy for thinking you’re pulling away.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

He doesn’t see you for another week. You claimed that you’ve been busy with work and college prep. JJ didn’t buy it but he also didn’t push it. He saw you when you showed up at his window at the Chateau.

You’d come after having one of your episodes - one where you can’t sleep or eat or even focus on one thought. You don’t know why you came to the Chateau. You knew JJ would be here but you didn’t think he’d be able to help you. No one ever can.

“Hey,” JJ flicks on the lamp from the bedside table as he watches your figure squeeze through the window. “What are you doing here?”

You shrug. “I - uh. I don’t know, exactly. Just wanted to see you, I guess.”

JJ tilts his head and narrows his eyes at you. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” You lie.

JJ nods, but he doesn’t believe you. “Then come here.” He opens up his arms for you to fall into. When you do, he pulls you in close with your head laying on his bare chest. You focus on his steady heartbeat and his warm arms around your body. You miss this. Being with JJ whole heartedly - mind and body. Recently it’s only been your body - your mind off somewhere else.

“Did I wake you?” You ask softy.

JJ kisses the top of your head. “No.”

When you close your eyes, you picture your friend again. Her smile and laugh. Things that should have made you happy. But they don’t. Not anymore.

You don’t remember when or how it happened - how you ended up being below a hovering JJ as his lips peppered your skin. You remember starting the heavy make out session, hoping to distract yourself from the depressing thoughts of your dead best friend.

However, the deeper you got into it, the deeper you got in your own thoughts. First about your friend and then about your ex. What he would say if he were the one above you - “I thought you were going to the gym?” “You didn’t shave?” “You could use some sun.” - His voice rang in your head like a screeching record and you couldn’t do it anymore.

“Stop,” you mumble softly enough that JJ doesn’t hear it until you physically push him off of you and say more loudly. “J, stop!”

As his back hits the mattress again, he holds his hands up in surrender. He didn’t realize he was doing anything wrong and his heart races with the thought that maybe he hurt you or had gone too far.

You quickly pick up your tossed shirt and bag while avoiding all kinds of eye contact with him. You felt embarrassed. It’s not his fault that you can physically feel every skin roll on your body or think you can smell every bad odor radiating off your skin. JJ has never been anything but a prince to you since you started dating. You felt bad that you couldn’t give him what he wanted. Sex should be a normal part of your relationship yet you couldn’t seem to give him your all just yet.

“I’m sorry. Did I-“ JJ starts to apologize but you cut him off.

“No. I’m sorry. I should go. I should have never come -“

“Hey,” JJ sits up and tries to reach for you, but you yank your hand closer to your body when his fingers graze your skin. JJ frowns. “You don’t have to go. We can just go to sleep. Or I can sleep on the couch.”

You pause at the bedroom door with your back to him. You squeeze your eyes tight to stop the tears from cascading down your cheeks. You hate this. Feeling like another burden to someone else. Not being able to give the one you love everything they want. It’s not fair. It feels like everyday your days just keeping getting darker and darker as if the sun never rises. And you don’t know how long you’ll be able to take it.

“Y/N...” JJ softly calls out for you. He can see the tension in your shoulders and your knuckles turning white as you clench around the door knob. He knows something isn’t right. That there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to what you’re going through. He’d never force you to tell him anything. But he wants you to feel comfortable enough that you know you have the option to talk if you wanted to.

“I’m sorry, J...” your voice cracks which makes JJ’s heart break a little more. Still with your back to him, you shake your head. “I can’t be what you want me to be.”

“Y/N -“

You finally turn to look at him. “You deserve someone who will give you everything you want. Someone who makes you happy - someone who is happy.” You sniffle back the tears. “I’m sorry. That’s just not me.”

Tears prick at JJ’s eyes. He wishes he can say he is surprised, but he honestly saw this coming. You’ve been distant and hard to read. He thought you were falling out of love with him for weeks. But that doesn’t make this any less hard to hear.

“Don’t do this,” JJ shakes his head. “We can work this out -“

“I can’t do it anymore,” you shake your head as one lone tear falls down your cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You rip the door open and stumble through John B’s house before JJ could say anything else. You throat feels on fire as you bite back a heart wrenching scream from what you’ve just done. You probably ruined the best thing that’s ever happened to you. No surprise there, you think. Nothing in your life seems to ever go as planned.

You run home until your legs feel like they’re literally on fire. By the time your back hits the mattress of your own bed, your muscles feel like jello, and you wonder if you’ll ever be able to walk again.

You cry into your pillow until the world around you fades to darkness.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Its been about two weeks since you last saw JJ and the Pogues. You didn’t think it was possible, but without them, your life somehow felt even emptier. Days feel like years. Your body feels so heavy, it’s hard to get out of bed most days. You can’t remember the last time you showered. Your skin on your face feels dry from all tears that have been shed. Some days you want to pick up the phone and call JJ or Kie, just to hear their voice. But you don’t. Because you don’t want to feel like a burden to either one of them. You broke up with JJ. You’re not their problem anymore.

With your head tucked deep into your pillow, you feel the corner of your bed dip as if someone had just sat down. You figured it was just your mom checking in on you again for the hundredth time. She doesn’t say anything and you don’t acknowledge her either.

Your phone beeps with another text message from JJ. You peek your eye open at your phone and slowly reach for it. You hesitate opening the message, afraid that whatever he has to say will only break your heart and make you feel like an even worse human being.

“You’re seriously not going to answer that?” The person sitting on your bed says, making you snap around to face the girl who is for sure not your mother, but your best friend. The same best friend who’s buried in a cemetery fifteen minutes away from your house.

She looks exactly how you remember her. Long beautiful hair that frames her perfect jawline. Tan almost glistening skin that radiates off the sunlight that shines through your window. Eyes sparkling with life and mischief.

You look at her with wide eyes and an open mouth. You were truly at a loss for words. Confused was an understatement. It didn’t make sense.

She laughs at your reaction and shakes her head. “Do you need a minute?”

“I don’t - how - am I - am I dreaming?” You stutter.

“No I’m just the prettiest zombie you’ve ever seen,” She says sarcastically and holds her grin. You blink at her. “Yes, you’re dreaming. Well, kinda.” She stands up and faces you. “You’re definitely dreaming but I’m in control of visiting you in your sleep. Kinda cool, right? It’s a ghost trick I recently learned.”

“I’m officially going crazy,” You say.

“You’re right. You are going crazy,” Your friend rounds to the other side of the bed to come face to face with you as you sit up and rub your eyes. “But not because you’re seeing me. Because you’re not seeing JJ.”

You drop your hands at your side and glare at her. “You don’t even know him.”

“I know of him,” She says. “He’s a Pogue. A hot one too. And he’s head over heels in love with you. What else do I need to know?”

You shake your head. “It’s complicated.”

“Why? He loves you and you love him.”

You flip your comforter off you body and walk past the girl who loves sticking her nose in other people’s business. You always told her it would get her in trouble one day. But you secretly loved that she was so nosy. Because she cared and always gave the best advice.

You walk towards your dresser and stare at yourself in the mirror above it. The bags under your eyes are dark and your skin pale. Your hair is greasy from your lack of washing it and you’re starting to realize you’re beginning to smell.

Your friend sighs and sits back on your bed. “He’s in your head,” She says glumly.

You scoff, “I think if anyone’s in my head, it’s you.”

She glares back at you. “You know what I mean. Y/Ex’s/N. He’s still tormenting you after almost a year of not seeing him.”

You shake your head. “No I’m -”

“Come on, Y/N. You can’t lie to me. You’re still hiding your laugh behind your hand because he called it obnoxious. You hide yourself under baggy clothing and you won’t have sex with JJ because Y/Ex’s/N said you were bad at it -”

“Stop.”

“Clearly you weren’t bad at it since he got to come every single time. If anyone was bad at it, it was him.”

“Y/BFF’s/N.”

“What? It’s true,” She shrugs. That’s what you always loved about her. She was unapologetic. She meant what she said every time no matter what. You wished you had her confidence. She sighs and moves over on the bed so she’s closer to you. “Y/N, you deserve to be happy,” she says more softly. “And JJ makes you happy. Why are you pushing him away? Why can’t you let yourself be happy?”

“Because you’re not here!” You finally kick down the wall that’s been building in your head since your friend’s death. You never talked about her with anyone. Not even with her own family. She was your person - the girl who was going to stand by your side at your wedding, be the god mother to your children, your shoulder to cry on, and your therapist when you needed to rant. And now she’s not here and it feels wrong living the life you were supposed to live together. “How can I be happy when you’re not here?”

“Y/N...”

“No,” You cry. “It’s not fair. You’re supposed to be here. I can’t pretend like everything’s normal when it’s not. This was supposed to be the best summer of our lives and then you just left.” You snap your fingers. “Just like that. Out of nowhere. And if that can happen to you then it can happen to -”

You cut yourself off, afraid to say what you really were thinking. You didn’t want to put that kind of energy into the atmosphere because the thought haunted you every night when you were alone with your thoughts. You never thought you could lose someone like you lost your best friend. You didn’t think that would ever happen to you. But it did. And it put life in perspective for you. You don’t think you’d be able to live through another loss like that so falling for JJ was scary to you. Because if something ever happened to him, you wouldn’t know what to do.

“Hey,” She stands up to embrace you in a hug. You sob into her shoulder and squeeze her tightly against you. You don’t want to let her go. She feels so real. You’re actually touching her. “Look at me.” She eventually pulls away to look at you. She offers a sad grin and pushes your hair out of your eyes. “I’m sorry I died. But you get to live! You know how jealous I am that you have the ability to eat smoothie bowls every day and go surfing and date cute boys and go on road trips with your friends and family? You don’t even know how good you have it. And on top of that, you have the hottest guy on the island fawning over you and you’re too sad about me to even realize it. I don’t want you to live this way -” she motions to your messy room. “I want you to take advantage of the life you have. If I can’t live it, then you have to live it for me.”

“I don’t want to do it without you,” You cry.

She shakes her head. “You’ll never be without me, chick. I’m always going to be with you. Besides, I like JJ. You’d be stupid to let him go.”

You bite your bottom lip and feel a rush of heat climb up your neck to your cheeks. “He is really good to me.” You knew your friend was right. She was always right. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” She says. You both turn when you hear someone knock on your door. She looks back at you and smirks. “That’s my cue.”

“Wait -”

“Don’t worry, chick. Remember what I said. I’m not far away.”

You gasp awake wrapped in your sheets with dried drool stuck to your chin. You sit up and look around frantically for any sign of your best friend. But she’s gone. So is any sign that she might have been here. You rub the dried saliva off your chin with your fingers and sigh up at the ceiling. It felt so real.

Your mom lets herself into your room and smiles at you. “Oh, good. You’re awake.”

“Yeah...” You say slowly. You think back to everything your best friend said to you in your dream. How lucky you are to live a life that she can’t. For the first time ever, she was jealous of you. For a life you’re taking for granted. Although it was hard to be happy without her by your side, you knew she didn’t want you sulking around for her. Some days are going to be hard. That’s just the inevitable. But you have the ability to make it easier. It all starts with you. “I think I’m going to take a shower.”

“Really?” Your mom says, surprised by the effort you’re making so early in the morning.

“Yeah,” You grin and walk past her to get to your bathroom. Today is going to be a new day, you say to yourself as you let the warm water rain over you.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Two days later was your best friend’s birthday. A day you’ve been dreading for weeks. Your heart felt heavy and your mind clouded as you moved around your room getting ready for the day. As much as you wanted to stay in bed, you knew it wouldn’t be what she wanted. You haven’t spoken to her since that night, but you knew she was quietly watching over you.

You throw on a pair of sports shorts and a long sleeve t shirt. The day is cold and foggy so you knew the cemetery would be cold. Your parents offer you a small smile as you walk out the door with a bouquet of flowers and a blanket.

You slowly come to a stop as you’re walking to your car parked on the street in front of your house when you recognize a familiar truck parked behind it. JJ steps out of the driver’s seat and approaches you with his hands tucked in his short pockets. He smiles sheepishly at you and glances down at the flowers.

“Hey,” He says.

“Hey,” You shuffle awkwardly on your feet. Why did he have to look so good? He’s dressed in a Coors Light tank and cargo shorts. His golden hair is perfectly quaffed and his skin perfectly sun kissed. “How are you?”

“Good, good,” He nods. He hates that your relationship has resulted to this. Awkward small talk. “I’m sorry. Am I catching you at a bad time?” He motions to the flowers.

“Um,” You glance between the flowers and him and shrug. “No. I was actually just going to see a friend. Would you like to come?” You remember all the things your friend had to say about JJ. How he loves you, you love him, and he makes you happy. You messed up by breaking up with him, but maybe you can make it right by explaining everything to him.

“Oh,” JJ looks surprised that you’re offering time to hang out. He was afraid you were going to push him away and shut your front door in his face. He didn’t know what was going to happen. He just wanted to see you. “Yeah. Definitely.”

You smile. “Great. But we have to stop for smoothie bowls on the way.”

JJ laughs. “No problem.”

Surprisingly, it wasn’t awkward being alone with JJ after all this time. The two of you spent the car ride talking about the other Pogues and what they’ve been up to in the past couple of weeks. It was bittersweet talking about them because of how much you missed them, but you hoped that they would accept you back into their friend group after you explained to JJ why you’ve been so distant.

“Uh, Y/N.” JJ says when he parks the car.

“Yeah?”

“This is a cemetery.”

You can’t help but giggle at his apprehension. “I know. Come on.”

JJ carries the flowers and you carry the brown paper bag that holds your three smoothie bowls and a blanket. You lead him through the wet grass, past dozens of tomb stones until you find where your best friend peacefully lays.

JJ stays silent as he looks between you and the tombstone. The years etched onto the tombstone indicate that someone your age is buried here. He quickly puts the puzzle pieces together and tries to read your facial expression. Your sadly grinning at the tomb stone when you feel JJ’s eyes on the side of your face.

You lay the blanket down and offer half of it for him to sit next to you. He does but stays quiet, waiting for you to explain whenever you’re ready.

“This is Y/BFF’s/N,” You introduce her. “She was my best friend.” JJ nods and lets you continue as you stare at the tombstone. “She died a few weeks before we met.” You pull out the smoothie bowls and pass one to JJ and place the other one in front of the flowers placed by the grave. “Today’s her birthday and we had this tradition that we would get smoothie bowls every morning of our birthday.” You pop open the lid of your bowl and push around the berries laying on top with your spoon. “I know I owe you an explanation.”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to...”

“Trust me,” You smile at him, “I do. She would kill me if I didn’t.”

You told JJ about the mental toll her death had on your life. Even with JJ by your side, you felt her missing presence heavily all day every day. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy in your relationship with JJ, it was just that something was missing and it was something you couldn’t bring back to your life. Because of her loss, you fell back into a depression you once experienced towards the end of your last relationship. You told JJ about the mental anguish your ex left you with and why you don’t feel comfortable opening yourself up to him, both physically and mentally. You promised it wasn’t because of JJ but because of your ex and the things he said to you. With your friend’s birthday coming up, everything was weighing you down mentally and you didn’t want to hinder JJ’s life any longer. You told him you thought breaking up with him was best for him so he didn’t have to deal with your problems and he can find a girl that makes him happy. You regret ever walking away from him that night. Your friend was your person, but now so is JJ. You want him to know everything about you. Good and bad. He deserves to know the truth.

“She would’ve liked you,” You brush your fallen tears away with the back of your hand. “You guys are alike in a lot of ways.”

“Yeah?” JJ smiles at you. “How?”

“She made me laugh and always pushed me past my comfort zone. She challenged me to do more with my life. And she never gave up on me,” You grin up at him. “I’m sorry for pushing you away.”

“You don’t have to be,” JJ says. “I get it. No one deserve to lose a friend like this. I don’t know what I would do if this happened to John B or Pope or even Kie.”

“I still love you, J. And I want to give you every part of me. I just...need some help opening up.”

JJ sets down his smoothie bowl and turns to face you. His hand caresses the side of your face and pushes your hair back behind your ear. “Hey....we can take it as slow as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile at him. “So, you wanna try this again?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

JJ leans in to kiss you on your lips. Butterflies erupt from your stomach and fireworks shoot across every nerve in your body. When you eventually pull away, you’re smiling because even when your best friend isn’t here to physically push you, she has her own way of getting into your head and making sure you don’t take the life you have in front of you for granted. And you couldn’t be more grateful for that.

Unbeknownst to you, your friend watches from a far with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face. Slightly shaking her head, she says to you, “You’re gonna be just fine, chick.”

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I've seen alot of headcanons about Simeon turning into a demon, but how would everyone react if Luke managed to turn himself into a demon 🤔 Like maybe he didn't amount up to Celestial Standards (I headcanon the Celestial realm is kinda weird due to the events of the anelic event) and then he made some type of minor violation and they kicked him out of heaven to avoid the possibility of him growing up to be undesirable in the Celestial Realm

When a Child Falls

Luke-centric ANGST & FLUFF

Warnings: Pain, falling from heaven, Luke hurting :(

Summary: After failing to live up to the standards of his superiors Luke is kicked out of the Celestial Realm and becomes a demon. Luckily for him the exchange program had given him so many new and old friends who wanted nothing but to help the poor child despite any bitter past they may have had with him

a/n: i was gonna do headcanons but then i was like what if i make a whole one shot about him falling and everyone helping him adjust to his new life and uh yea <3

Also this didn’t come out as angsty as I wanted it to but demon brothers comforting a fallen Luke >>>>>>>

He tugged on his own arm, begging for the elder angel to release him and give him a second chance, his once hopeful blue eyes filled with tears and terror.

“Stop, I swear I just need more time, PLEASE!” Luke cried, punching the elder’s arm and attempting to pry his wrinkly hands from Luke’s small forearm. The elder yanked Luke’s arm harder, resulting in a distressed cry from the short blond.

Luke tried to steady his breathing as they approached the boundaries of the Celestial realm, where he was to be pushed off for his failure to earn his wings in a timely manner. The Celestial realm saw him as useless and decided they would be better off discarding a weak angel like himself.

“LET HIM GO, PLEASE! DON’T DO THIS!” Luke could hear Simeon’s breaking voice screaming at the elders who held him back from Luke to prevent any interference, “JUST LET ME SAY GOODBYE PLEASE,” he begged to which the elder finally agreed and the two embraced tightly. “Luke you listen to me, you get to the Devildom you go STRAIGHT to Lucifer, he helped his brothers and himself through his fall he can help you, please, trust him with at least getting you through the transition then you can hate them again or whatever you want, pl-”

“I get it, Simeon, I promise I won’t let you down,” Luke interrupted, tears falling from his eyes onto Simeon’s broad shoulders.

“Times up. Luke come to the edge, stand here,” an elder guides him into position.

Luke’s hearing starts ringing as his adrenaline kicks in, the fear of death and disappearing from existing overwhelming him. His breathing grew fast, and before he knew it, he felt a push and wind pounding against his skin as he fell, and fell, and fell, until he saw the Devildom soil and he tensed, preparing for the worst.

Instead of hitting the ground he hears a fwoosh and finds himself caught in strong arms.

“Luke! What happened, where is Simeon? A young angel like you shouldn’t be down here all al-” Lucifer starts questioning the angel, concerned to see the small boy falling from so high. He was interrupted by a cry of agony, Luke pushed away from Lucifer, doubling over and screaming as the pain began to set in.

Lucifer recognized the transition immediately and how badly it hurt his brothers, so he gently approached the young boy, who glared at him with teary pained eyes, and he murmured a spell, before darkness washed over Luke.

His innocent blue eyes fluttered open, not recognizing his surroundings, he sat up quickly, wincing and hissing as his back was suddenly filled with unbearable pain.

Oh that’s right, I fell. They pushed me and now…His eyes snap open, remembering the feeling of falling, but nothing that happened afterward.

“I have… to find… Lucifer..” Luke spoke to himself, taking short breaks between every few words to take a painful breath, feeling his ribcage expand and contract as his wheezing continued.

“I’ve already found you, Luke, you’re in one of the bedrooms of the Demon Lord’s Castle. Please lay back and take off your shirt, your back is bound to be in a lot of pain, this serum will help.” The blond flinches as Lucifer rises from a chair next to the bed where he laid.

Luke raises his arms and let Lucifer take off the shirt before laying on his stomach.

He hears Lucifer’s breath catch in his throat as he stares in horror at Luke’s back, where wings were starting to form, dark and mangled with feathers tangled and in need of a cleaning.

So like that, Lucifer kept Luke safe and took care of him whilst the other brothers prepared a room at the House of Lamentation for him to stay.

“Luke, I’ve brought you some tea and cake,” Barbatos walks into the bedroom carrying some snacks and drinks for the injured boy.

“Thank you Barbatos, I missed your cooking,” Luke smiles slightly before taking a big bite of cake and groaning. “Like, I really missed it-”

“Yes, Barbatos makes splendid food, which is why I keep him around!” Diavolo winks, nudging Barbatos with his elbow a bit.

“Actually sir, you only keep me around because no other demon has been able to keep up with your antics-”

“ANYWAY, Luke your wings look like they’re growing in nicely, and so do your horns,” Diavolo walks over to examine Luke’s new form. “You’ll probably be in a lot of pain for at least a few more days, but if you want to get situated into your new home we can let you go and just check in on you everyday.”

“Uh… I don’t want to intrude at the House of Lamentation, if it’s going to be any sort of burden to them-”

“Nonsense, my brothers and I are glad to take care of you and take you in, you experienced the same fate as us, albeit for different reasons, but still, we know your pain and we want to guide you so please, Luke, let us help you,” Lucifer places a reassuring hand on Luke’s shoulder as he says this.

“...Okay, BUT no calling me a chihuahua- GOT IT?!” Luke pokes Lucifer’s chest aggressively and earns a hearty chuckle from him.

“I agree not to call you a dog anymore,” Lucifer laughs out, “though I cannot speak for my brothers.”

“I can’t believe the chihuahua of all people got kicked out…” Mammon says, still in shock that the angel who had been so determined to make people smile just a year before during the exchange program had somehow managed to get himself thrown out of heaven.

“I remember when I almost didn’t earn my wings in time,” Asmodeus shudders at the memories of being threatened with exile and constantly pushing himself way too hard, “I got so many wrinkles from the stress.”

“Luke makes good food, I’m glad he’s staying with us.” Beel’s mouth was watering as he and Mammon moved a dresser, finally finishing getting Luke’s new room in order.

“Oi, try to be sympathetic when he gets here Beel. He may be a little annoying kid but he’s going through what we went through,” Mammon scolded his younger brother, an uncomfortable silence taking over the room as each and every one of them remembers the pain they were in as their bodies morphed into those of demons.

“God is such an asshole…” Belphegor mutters, getting extremely angry the more he thinks about it.

Luke had done nothing wrong, Lilith had done nothing wrong, so why? Why would he keep getting rid of the most determined of his angels over such insignificant things?

Suddenly all their phones go off with a text from Lucifer saying he and the boy would be arriving soon. They all gathered in the entrance hall, waiting for Luke to arrive. The front door creaked open, all of the brothers standing up straighter and nervous as Lucifer stepped through the entrance with Luke just behind him.

The brothers all gasped quietly in shock at the state of Luke. He was pale and thin and the look of complete and utter despair in his formerly innocent eyes filling the room with a depressing atmosphere.

“H-hey there Fido- I mean- Luke, how’re you feeling?” Mammon tries to start up a welcoming conversation, getting a nasty look from Lucifer, who Luke was clinging to for dear life.

“Luke! As soon as you’re feeling able to, what do you say we bake something together?” Beel smiles sweetly, most of them getting nothing but nervous looks from Luke in response to their questions.

“I’m just going to help him get settled in. Satan you’re in charge of everything else around the house while I take care of Luke and my own paperwork.” Lucifer guides Luke up the stairs.

Satan rolls his eyes but mutters a small “fine,” before the two head upstairs to the attic, where they’d set up the room to look just like the dorm he stayed in at Purgatory Hall.

“Oh wow, it feels like I’m back in the exchange program,” Luke chuckles a little, clearly faking any sort of joy.

“Luke,” Lucifer kneels down, “you are one of my brothers now, you have nothing to fear, and Simeon will be able to visit at some point-” His attempt to ease Luke’s worries is interrupted by a loud sob.

“Don’t you get it?! Michael and Simeon will never look at me the same, ever again!” Luke wails, using his sleeves to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. “All I ever wanted was to impress them! To impress God and make humans happy and protect them! But now my natural instinct to hurt humans ruins any chance of me becoming the person I’d always thought I’d be!” Luke falls to his knees, sobbing and wheezing, his vision becoming blurry as a panic attack hits him like a truck. He can barely hear anything except for Lucifer calling out a name, and all he could make out was that it wasn’t his own name. A dark figure walks into the room and Luke hears muffled voices for a minute before he is suddenly extremely calm, his eyelids growing a bit heavy and he feels exhausted.

He then realizes someone was holding him and murmuring some sort of spell, causing him to panic once more, but this time he was perfectly aware and just jumped up ready to fight.

“Hey you dirty demon! Don’t use your dark magic on me or else I’ll-”

“Pfft hahaha,” Belphegor laughs hard, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, “you still look like a chihuahua when you get annoyed!” Belphie teases and Luke blushes, before running at Belphie and tackling him, leading to a wrestling match on the floor as Lucifer stands by and watches the two of them closely, to ensure nobody got hurt under his watch.

Dinner was the worst, to be honest. Luke had asked Lucifer if he could cook to say thanks for taking him in, but now he sat awkwardly and all of the brothers remained quiet, watching his every move and watching him like he was an injured little puppy.

“I-is the food not good?” Luke questions looking around nervously.

“AH- no its great Fido- LUKE, ah jeez I’m getting a headache this is so hard to adjust to,” Mammon slams his head on the table, earning a glare from Asmo and Satan who he sat between.

“Anyways, I know you’ve been to the Devildom before and don’t really need a tour BUT you��ve only seen the tip of the iceberg, there are so many more places to go!” Asmo smiles widely at Luke, “So let’s go together soon, okay?”

“Okay!”

“Ooooh Luke, you have to tell me what Celestial Realm video games are like, GAH I wish we had waited to start a war until after the invention of video games. Anyway I got a new one so I can show you a Devildom game and-”

“Shut yer trap Levi,” Mammon leans over the table to attempt to cover Levi’s mouth.

“But let the GREAT Mammon show ya all the best spots in town~”

“NO-no do not take the child Gambling, Mammon,” Asmo smacks him.

“Asmo for all we know you’re gonna scar him and take him to a strip club,” Belphegor smirks, knowing he just started a war.

“I WOULD NEVER, COME HERE YOU BRAT,” both of them in demon forms chasing each other around the house and screaming.

Suddenly everyone hears a child’s laughter and looks at the blond who had barely even smiled since arriving.

“We can try to do everything you guys want to show me,” Luke smiles. Everyone lets out a sigh of relief seeing that Luke was feeling more comfortable around them. “Um, question though… how do I go in and out of my… demon form?”

“HAH that’s easy, just relax and let the GREAT Mammon teach ya!”

“Mammon, not yet. Luke, I will teach you, but we need to wait a bit longer or else the pain of transforming will be unbearable for you,” Lucifer looked down at the disappointed boy.

“Oh, ok.”

“Don’t look so gloomy Fid-LUKE JEEZ LOUISE- there's a lot the GREAT Mammon can teach ya in the mean time!” Mammon stands up with a cocky smile, hands on his hips. “Think of me as ya new master and you are my apprentice!”

“NO do not think of him like that he will make you do his dirty work,” Satan says, hitting Mammon in the stomach.

“Thank you,” Luke looks at Lucifer, “thank you for taking me in, I-I know we don’t have the best past and I was super rude towards demons during the exchange program but-but I’m trying to change for you guys! Thank you!” Luke bows his head, tears falling down his cheeks. The knowledge that he can never go back to the way he was bringing on more tears, but they didn’t mind. They’d been through the same process. So silently they all comforted him and welcomed him into their home with open arms.

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