#like i cant ever know which brush stroke was your first or last but i can stand here and look and think abt it and cry

[skunkes]

I cant not cry at art museum

[folkreid]

first times

WORD COUNT: 1.8K

SONG: she- harry styles

❗️WARNINGS❗️: smut. mommy kink. threesome.

"Okay truth or dare" Elle asks smirking at me. I pull my shorts down feeling to revealed. Between the tank top and small shorts I was showing a lot of skin. "Truth" I answered.

"When was the last time you had sex?" she scooted closer to me leaning back on her arm. I didn't like talking about my sex life. It's just personal to me. "A year" I mumble looking down at my legs. "A year?!" she gasps. I nod. "But you've been with Spencer for 10 months" she tells me.

"Well yeah but... Okay don't tell him i'm telling you but he's a virgin and I don't want to rush him into anything you know?" she came in closer and touched my thigh. "You haven't had sex in a year I feel terrible for you, as for Spencer, I thought you would've fucked already" she giggles.

"Well we haven't" I sigh. I don't want to rush him into it but shit it's hard not getting any. She caressed my cheek. "Poor girl, you deserved to be pleased" she whispered in my ear. I feel her hot breath on my neck. She pulls away and ruffles my hair at the top of my hair. "Don't you think" she giggles. I nod.

She brings my lips to hers. I kiss her and feel as she flips us over so i'm on top. Her hands go to my ass and give it a light squeeze. "Ah" I gasp. I watched her smirk as she went to my neck and left wet kisses everywhere. "This isn't right Elle. I cant cheat on Spencer"

"He won't know. He's not here"

"He's going to come home soon" she grips my face harshly making me stare at her. "Then we better make it quick" she bit her lip climbing on top of me. She kneaded my boobs through my tank top. "So fucking sexy" she groaned grinding her hips against mine. "Fuck" I moan bucking my hips up to create any friction. I felt myself getting wet as she kisses my next once again.

Her hand reaches under my shirt, her dumb circling my nipple. "Does that feel good baby?" she pinched my nipple. "Fuck yes mommy" I moan out knowing about her mommy kink from the truth or dare game earlier.

She smiles at my words of encouragement. She quickly takes my top off going to my left boob. Her tongue flicks my hard nipple, I feel myself getting wetter and wetter at her movements. She teachers to pull down my pants.

"Y/n?!" Spencer cries. I push Elle off of me. "Babe" I rush over to him. He pulls his arm from me and slightly pushes me away. "Baby stop" I grab his arm sternly. I hear Elles footsteps walking over to us. "Spencer don't be mad at us, join us" Elle grabs Spencer's other arm stroking it. I didn't like the idea of her touching Spencer but a threesome would be hot.

She gives me a look basically telling me to play along. "Yeah Spence. Join us" I look down at his pants, a bulge growing in them. My hand slightly brushes over it and he bites his lip.

we both grab a hand and lead him back to my room.

Elle pushes him down on the bed. "Watch us" she sternly says before smashing my lips into hers. She kneads my boobs in her hands before lying me on the small couch I had in my room the was about 10 feet away from the bed. "Keep your eyes on us" Elle orders.

She takes on nipple into my mouth. I whine loudly. I haven't had anyone touch me in so long. Fuck. She leaves wet kisses down my stomach. "So fucking beautiful" she mumbled against my skin.

She grabs onto my shorts. My hips rise allowing her to take off my shorts and underwear. She takes on finger and runs it up and down my slit. "She's so wet" Elle says looking over to Spencer. "All for me" she smirks, smirking at him.

She licks a bold strip on my pussy. "Fuck" I moan. She goes to your clit and rubs it slowly. "Does that feel good?" I feel her hot breath against my thighs. "God yes" I desperately whine. She lightly sucks on my clit, my hands fly to her hair immediately. "Oh Elle" I moan. She continues to suck harshly, putting two fingers in thrusting in and out of my soaking core.

I look over to Spencer. He was palming himself through his pants. "S-Spence touch yourself" I stutter. I feel Elle thrust her fingers faster making my legs shake. I look over to Spencer watching him pull his boxers and pants down. His dick springs up and hits his stomach. Hes huge. Way bigger than i've ever been with. He looks over to us and starts touching his dick. "Wow Spencer, I didn't expect you to be that big" Elle laughs. Spencer starts stroking his dick watching Elle go back to eating me out.

"Fuck. Yes right there" I feel the not in my stomach building up. "Oh fuck fuck fuck" I chant before releasing. Elle licks up the cum dripping down my thighs. "You taste so sweet" she praises. God dam that was good.

Elle and I stand up walking towards Spencer who looked up at us with puppy dog eyes. "Spencer you have to be a good boy for us do you understand?" Elle asks caressing his cheek. He nods. "Y/n go sit on his face" Elle tells me. I push Spencer down on the bed. I know he's a virgin so I don't expect him to do anything amazing. 

I sit lightly on his face, facing Elle who has his dick in her hands slowly stroking it. "Make it good. You made her wait so long to be pleased, if I would've known, I would've fucked your girlfriend a long time ago"

She licks his tip. He lets out a small moan before getting to work on me. He lightly licks my clit. He uses two fingers to spread my lips before attacking my pussy. "Oh god" I moan throwing my head back. Elle starts taking Spencer into her mouth. I feel him moan against my pussy. He sucks on my clit making me let out a loud moan. He pushes one finger into my core which was aching to be filled.

"Dont cum" Elle orders Spencer. He moans in response sending vibrations through my body. I lean over, putting my hands on the side of his stomach and leaning my weight on them holding me steady. I start grinding my hips over his face. "S-Spence i'm going to cum" I feel my legs shaking. He grabs onto me thighs keeping my steady. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck" I chant before releasing.

I see Elle stop her actions. "Ride him" she demands. I get off of Spencer, his hair messy and his chin wet. He wipes his chin and looks at me. I get on top of him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask.

He nods desperately. "Yes please" he pleads. I line myself up with him and slowly go down. We both moan. Its been a long time since i've been filled up like this. I slowly start moving my hips up and down looking at Spencer. His was biting his lips trying not to moan. "I wanna hear you" I breath out.

I start going faster and his hands fly to my waist. "Y/n" He moans closing his eyes shut. "Fuck Spencer you're so big" I praise. He moans at my words.

Spencer Reid has a praise kink, nice to know.

I look over to Elle who was watching us while touching herself. Fuck she looked so hot.

I move my hips some more before bending my upper half over to kiss Spencer. "Fuck Y/n right there!" he cries. We sloppily kiss while I ride him.

I feel his hips thrusting up to mine making it more pleasurable. "Oh god Spence right there baby" I moan out. He thrusts his hips up faster.

He turns his head watching Elle touch herself. I feel myself getting jealous. I slightly slap him making him moan. "Eyes on me" I demand. "Sorry mommy" he apologized. Wow never knew I had a mommy kink until now.

I ride faster as i feel Spencers dick twitch inside of me. "Oh yes fuck" he grabs onto my hips tighter. They might be bruised tomorrow. He desperately bucks his hips. "Fuck Y/n. Oh yes" he cries. Fuck. His moans were so sexy.

I feel his hot cum shoot into my pussy. "Oh Spence" I throw my head back feeling my release coming soon. "Keep riding" Elle told me before getting on top of Spencers face. Spencer brought one hand to her thigh and kept the other on my waist. "Spencer you're such a good boy" Elle moaned.

I hear Spencer grunt. Elle leans forward. "Come here" she tells me. I lean forward and she smashes her lips into mine. All of us a moaning mess. I was moaning into Elle, Elle was moaning into Me. Spencer well Spencer was basically screaming my name. His first time was a threesome. Not many people get that.

"Oh yes Spencer Im coming" I say as I release.

Elle gets off Spencer as she finishes. He looks all red and shy. It's adorable. Spencer gets up and Elle lays me down on the bed getting on all fours. "Fuck me Spencer"

Spencer goes behind her and enters her. She moans out "Fuck you're so big".

She looks me in the eyes as she spits on my pussy. "Shit. Do that again" I hiss. She spits on my pussy this time rubbing it into my clit. "Such a beautiful pussy" she whispered admiring my wet folds. She kisses my clit softly before attacking it. "Spencer watches us, the of noises Elle eating me out turned him on. He starts pounding into Elle. "Fuck you're such a good boy" Elle moans.

She goes back to treating my pussy. "You taste so fucking sweet" rubs my pussy softly. She continues her actions until my legs were shaking.

I've came twice by her eating me out. Spencer came three times from fucking Elle and Elle came twice.

"Fuck Fuck Fuck" Spencer shouts letting out his last orgasm before pulling out and lying next to me. Elle was still eating me out. I grabbed Spencers face crashing out lips together.

I come one last time before Elle comes to lay on the other side of me.

"So... That was fun" I giggle. "It really was" Elle replies. We both look over to Spencer who was half asleep. "Spencer can you pass me my polaroid it's on my vanity"

He reaches over to my small vanity on the side of my bed and hands it to me. "Spencer's first time, and my first threesome everyone say cheese"

I snap a picture of the three of us under the covers. We all laugh. The picture starts showing, I hang it up on my mirror.

[asingleheart-shapedbraincell]

Obey Me! Brothers as Werewolves

Lucifer

Gonna remind everyone now that alpha theory was disproven and actual wolf packs act as family units

That being said - alpha, clearly

Not because he's the strongest (though he is) but because he's the most nurturing

Considers all his brothers (and you) to be his responsibility and under his care

Second biggest in wolf form (next to Beel)

Thick, dark fur, great in winter but in summer hates how hot and itchy it gets. Shedding his winter coat is an EVENT. Scratch him and fluff just falls out by the handfuls

Hates how patchy he looks when shedding, very grumpy when its happening

Refuses to ask for help when it comes to brushing out his coat, but if you're somewhere private he is very happy to just lie there whilst you brush out all that itchy loose fluff

Also just very nice to pet in general, but rarely let's you outside of softer moments :/

Not outwardly aggressive - when correcting his brothers behaviour hes more likely to just growl softly instead of going for a full snarl. If he actually shows his teeth then things are serious and you might want to have some final words with your jugular

Isn't very affectionate in public, but is very protective - wherever you go, if hes in his wolf form hes by your side, or at the very least is keeping an eye on you

If anyone he doesnt like the look of approaches you, he calmly places himself between the two of you. If that isn't enough trust me, a staring contest with those eyes isn't going to last long

Mammon

Pretty boyyo

White fur thats not nearly as thick and long as Lucifer's but still has a substantial ruff

Uses his wolf form to run away from loan sharks a lot (hey, four legs are quicker than two, right?)

Also loves the attention he gets from girls - he knows he's handsome in both forms, but girls say it more when they think he can't understand them

Sheds the least of all the brothers, but since his coat is so pale his hair is more noticeable so he still gets flack for getting it on the furniture

Hes still needy as a wolf

You know those videos of huskies throwing massive tantrums??? Yeah, hes on that level, his dramatics only kept in check by his tsundere nature

Loves it when you pet him. He'll pretend he doesn't, but the second you stop hes gonna start whining

(Doesn't) hate it when you baby-talk him

Not generally aggressive within the pack, just prickly - maybe a growl or a huff here and there, maybe a snap if someone's really pushing his buttons

He is possessive tho

Will physically put himself between you and other people to get your attention. If the other person doesn't take the hint, then he's showing teeth

If you don't let him sleep in the room with you, you'll open your bedroom door the next day and find him curled up outside

Definitely wants to put his head in you lap and have you stroke him til he falls asleep but refuses to admit it

Gets jealous if you're petting another brother at the same time as him and will throw a tantrum and try to shove them away from you

He was your first pact, which means he has first dibs on all cuddles!!!! What do ya mean that's not a rule??? Thats totally a rule!!!!

Leviathan

'Hes not dog friendly'

Spends very little time in his wolf form (its hard to game without opposable thumbs)

Does sometimes shift out of shock tho

Like, if you kiss him unexpectedly, poof! There's a wolf infront of you, who's blushing lobster red underneath all that fur

Will hide under the bed

✨separation anxiety✨

Glued to your side in wolf form, because he doesn't like or trust other people or wolves (and definitely NOT because he likes your company and wants you to maybe pet him 😳😳😳)

Kinda likes that you can't see him blushing when he's in wolf form

Will lie next to you and wait for you to initiate pets. Especially loves it when you scratch him behind the ears.

Because hes a shut in and doesn't spend a lot of time in his wolf form, his fur is the messiest - patchy winter coat, small tangles, really just needs a good brush (but only if you do it)

Not really aggressive to others, just not friendly. Maybe a growl every now and then, and sometimes a tantrum gets thrown, but thats it

Satan

Still quite cat-like

Hes not going to be throwing any loud husky-like tantrums

Doesn't like that he can't read books in wolf form (difficult to turn pages without hands) but does enjoy the emotional release for his anger when it comes to hunting Hell-Hinds and other demonic deer.

Fur is short, sleek, a lovely pale gold and well-kept (when it isn't bloodied by his most recent hunt)

When he isn't hunting he does enjoy stretching out infront of a fireplace and warming his fur

Is unopposed to being brushed when he's in the position, and may even allow you to pet his head gently, but thats it

Might lay his head in your lap tho

Sheds the least of all the brothers

Still tries to control his temper in wolf form, but you better hope he maintains it because those teeth can issue you a one-way ticket to the afterlife

Sometimes snaps or growls at his brothers, but is more likely to just leave the room if they're annoying him. If they're in his room then they're getting chased out with their tail between their legs (except Lucifer who wouldn't invade his space like that)

Asmodeus

Who's a pretty boy???? Who is???

Its him!!!!!!

Friendliest of all the brothers, if only because he loves the attention people give him

Will walk up to you and just wait for the compliments (not unusual, tbf)

Doesn't love the hunting side of being a wolf - mud???? Blood??? Sweat???? In MY fur??????? I don't think so

Only really partakes when necessary, or if he's decided to go for a roguishly disheveled look that day

Uses his wolf form as an excuse to get affection that would be less appropriate in his human form - belly rubs, giving you puppy-dog eyes to be let up onto the bed, getting you to give him a bath - stuff that Lucifer would be more likely to reprimand him for when he wasn't a wolf

Softest fur of all the brothers - sleek, silky and always throughly brushed out, even when shedding. Plus, loves being pet so long as you don't mess up his fur too much.

Beelzebub

GOOD BOY GRANDE

The biggest of boys, the goodest of boys

Loves being in wolf form because its even easier to get food from people

You think his puppy eyes are bad NOW??? WAIT UNTIL HES AN ACTUAL PUPPY

Very comfortable in his wolf form, spends the most time out of all the brothers like that

Has absolutely no shame begging food from people's tables, no matter where you are. Also has no shame stealing food from people's tables, but will whine and act ashamed if they yell at him

Dont yell at him. He's baby.

Incredibly fluffy red coat, that and the amount of muscle underneath makes him the biggest wolf in the pack by far

Big doggy grin that could melt any heart

So tall that when he wags his tail you have to make sure it doesn't sweep everything off the table

Also loves being pet and doesn't mind baby talk at all. You can treat him like an actual dog and he won't get mad - he'll play fetch with you if you really want, but as a warning, the stick might end up more than a little chewed

Will, however, also go digging through people's bins

Also kinda slobbery

Is pretty much never aggressive, but then again, who would be stupid enough to provoke something with that much muscle and teeth???

If you scritch the right spot behind his ear his leg kicks out. He's not ashamed. More scritches pls.

But his favourite spot for scritches are under his jaw and his chin

WHAT ARE YOU EATING??? HEY!!! NO!!!! WHAT IS IN YOUR MOUTH???? BEEL YOU CANT EAT CHOCOLATE WHEN YOURE A WOLF!!!!! DROP IT!!!! DROP IT!!!!

Belphagor

Smallest of the wolves

Enjoys sleeping in wolf form because the fur adds an extra level of cosiness

You will just find him curled up in a nest of pillows with his nose tucked under his tail. Or flopped across a sofa, until Lucifer yells at him to get off the furniture

Has that intense stink-eye that some huskies are capable of.

Sometimes forgets to shift, or can't be bothered and will just wander around attempting to do people things until he realises hes in the wrong body - you ever gone to brush your teeth and then realised you need hands for that???

Definitely walks around holding his cow pillow in his mouth, or sometimes a plushie

Or dragging a blanket

Honestly its very cute

Does enjoy being gently pet as his drifts of to sleep

Which is good because his fur is always mussed up from his last nap

But if he falls asleep on you???? You're not moving. Sorry not sorry. This is your life now.

Little wolf bleps when he sleeps ➖👅➖

Has definitely vomited in Lucifers shoes as a wolf at least once, simply out of spite

Thick fur, but not long. Sheds a lot, but his fur is so dark you don't see it as much.

Lets out little muffled woofs and yips when he sleeps, and twitches when he dreams of running

If you scratch the right spot when hes sleeping, his leg will kick out the same as Beels, but if you do it when hes awake he'll get embarrassed and either leave, or give you a warning nip

The most aggressive with other pack members - hes just kinda bratty. Huffs a lot and is quick to give out little nips when he isn't happy, though he isn't much of a growler and never goes farther than that

Won't play fetch like Beel, but if you're REALLY lucky, he'll bring you a plushie of your own when he joins you for a nap

(Also, im relatively new to the game, I know there was a vampire event, if there was a werewolf event im unaware of it atm, but this is just for fun anyway)

[mehbzz]

Lost

I cant stop myself. Hopefully one day I will escape this Chocobros ABO Au obsession but today is not that day. On the plus side it’s good writing practice! Not to tag @weebsinstash everytime but it was their idea that kickstarted my mild obsession. Last time I promise! F!reader and Ignis. orgasm denial, fingering, controlling/manipulative/aggressive behaviour

“Are you lost my dear?” The voice surprises you and you let out a squeak, much to your embarrassment, as you turn towards the man who had appeared at your side. Partially hidden by the shadows, you catch a glimpse of reddish-violet hair and amber eyes staring intently back at you. “No I’m fine, thank you”. He continues to stare, his eyes narrowing as they sweep over you, head tilting to the side as he examines you. Just as you start to trip over awkward into uncomfortable he nods.  “Enjoy your evening my dear,” he tips his black fedora towards you, “Farewell for now” You watch him walk away and disappear in the direction of the hotel before you continue your journey further into the town.

A foolish stumble while packing up the tent after the boys’ last hunt had left you with a beautiful purple bruise across your knee and a myriad of minor aches and pains. Gladio and Ignis had become unbearable with their attention afterwards, refusing to let you carry or do anything other than sit and watch as they packed up. This meant that asking if you could go explore the town you were all currently staying in had been met with an immediate no. Gladio responding before you had even finished the question. Thankfully Noctis and Prompto had also wanted to go explore and with some gentle persuasion from Ignis, Gladio had relented under the provision that the three of you stayed together. You hadn’t meant to end up on your own, but it hadn’t been long before the two younger alphas got distracted by their phones, and to avoid getting drawn into their bickering over whether or not Prompto had managed to cheat in King’s Knight you had turned away to admire a shop window and when you turned back they had gone. Your panic had been brief, you knew the way back to the hotel, it was a safe town, and best of all; you were finally alone. You could relax, you could explore, you could try some new cuisine, maybe meet some new people, and head back to the hotel later. You knew you were going to get a telling off for this, but the excitement of doing something just for yourself overrode it. Besides you didn’t technically wander off. Noct and Prompto did.

The sun was just beginning to set by the time you decided to head back to the hotel, staying out perhaps a little later than you intended. As you round the corner to the hotel you bump into the man from earlier coming from the opposite direction. He grabs your waist to stop your stumble and although he says nothing he smiles at your apology. His scent is strong but strangely bland and you can’t help the shiver of unease as he lets you go but doesn’t move away. “Sorry“ you repeat, but he doesn’t reply, just watches you with those unnerving amber eyes as you quickly step away.

As you enter the hotel you are immediately hit with an angry bark of your name. Looking across the lobby to see Gladio stalking towards you and Prompto looking worried behind him. The look changing to obvious relief when he locks eyes with you. Gladio says nothing as he reaches you, other than a continuous low warning growl that has you momentarily freezing in alarm. He obviously doesn’t appreciate your reaction and the grip on your arm as he drags you towards the rooms is painful. His scent a confusing mix of anger, concern and something tangy you can’t identify.

He pushes you into your shared room and you stumble, rubbing your arm where he had been holding you. “You do not wander off alone.” His words are almost a snarl and your alarm evolves into a tinge of fear “You do not talk to other alphas” “I didn’t ta-“ He cuts you off with a low growl “you reek of other alphas”. You’re not sure what to say to that and are pretty sure anything you say will just incense him further so you keep silent. Avoiding his gaze you glance at Prompto who offers you a weak smile. “You look at me” Gladio steps into your line of sight and you force yourself not to shrink back at his glare. “You will stay in this room until I come back”.

You scoff, “I’m not a chi-“ “you will stay in this room” it’s a command. This wasn’t the first time Gladio had used the creepy alpha voice trick on you, though it was the first time it had ever been spoken in such anger. The command shot through your chest like lava, a whirling line of heat that spread up to the back of the skull and threatened to give you a major migraine if you tried to disobey. You felt angry tears start to well up in response and tried to blink them away. This was unfair. This was unfair bullshit. But you kept your mouth shut; arguing now would not end well for you. “Yes, alpha.” You hissed. You saw Prompto flinch slightly at your tone, but Gladio didn’t react, other than to turn and leave the room, tugging Prompto with him before closing the door with a slam. You stand there in the middle of the room for a few minutes, frustration and tears threatening to overwhelm you. Trying to keep yourself from breaking down you sit on the edge of the bed, spending a few minutes angrily tugging the sheets and pillows off so you can cocoon yourself underneath them.

The knock at the door startles you before Ignis steps inside. As he stands there you notice the tenseness in his shoulders and you mentally resign yourself to another lecture. The way he scans over your little pile of blankets seems to amuse him and causes the irritation in your chest to flare back to life. You snarl as Ignis steps towards your bed, and he stops, surprise flitting across his face before he gently smiles at you. “You look nice and cosy in there, you did a good job”. The praise instantly has a ball of warmth flooding your chest, even before you fully comprehend his words. Did a good job at what? “Can I join you?” You nod reluctantly and he sits on the edge of the bed next to you. He watches you silently for a couple of minutes and you feel a tinge of guilt. “I’m sorry” Ignis looks unimpressed at your words. “Noctis told you to stay with him did he not?” “But –“ “I know this is still a confusing time for you, but Noctis is our pack leader, you need to listen to him, he knows, we all know, what’s best for you” “I didn’t wander off” your rebuff comes out more petulant than you wanted and Ignis sighs. “You are our omega darling; we are only looking out for you” You forget that sometimes, that Noctis is the pack leader. A little too bratty, a little too immature for the reality of him being an Alpha, and the pack leader, to stick in your head. “How do you think Noctis felt when he looked back and you weren’t there?” You frown, how does he think you felt? When Gladio grabbed you by the arm hard enough to leave bruises? Commanded you to stay like a misbehaving dog? The anger starts to bubble inside you again but before you can reply Ignis continues, “You could have got hurt, or worse” a slow quiet purr coming from him as he strokes a hand over your head. “There are Alphas out there who wouldn’t be as kind as us if they realised you were an Omega” His words send a chill down your spine as you remembered the stranger outside the hotel. Ignis senses your shift in mood and his purr gets a little louder, trying to comfort you “We can’t protect you if you leave us darling” nails scratch lightly across your scalp and you relax further  “promise me you won’t go off on your own again”

“I di-“ Your protest dies on your lips at Ignis disappointed look and you look away. His purr having the desired effect as you feel the fight start to drain out of you “I promise” He hums, happy at your, albeit reluctant, submission and continues to stroke your hair. It’s soothing and the comfort starts to turn your irritation into guilt. “Will you tell Noct I’m sorry?” Ignis relaxes slightly at your words but doesn’t agree to your request. “You can tell him yourself in the morning”

“Is Gladio still angry at me?” You feel on the verge of tears again “No darling, He worries about you,” a soft kiss to your brow, “I worry about you,” another to the tip of your nose, “we all do” he murmurs softly, finally brushing his lips to yours but pulling away before you can reciprocate.

You stay like that for a while, relaxed and drowsy as Ignis continues to purr and stroke your hair. “Are you still sore from this morning?” his questions startles you out of your doze and you nod in reply.  "Get undressed."

There’s a pause, a moment of silence where you’re not sure you heard him right. “What?” “Get undressed” he repeats. “A massage and some relaxation will do you the world of good.” It didn’t take long for you to agree. Although a little off kilter with the abrupt change of topic and the lack of a real reprimand you still eagerly accept his offer.  Even as you continued to unknowingly step further in to the role of Ignis’ omega, you still came second to his duty to Noctis and getting his undivided attention and one of his massages was not something you could refuse.

As you stand and start to remove your clothes Ignis begins to rearrange your cocoon of blankets which causes you a small confusing flare of distress. He notices and turns back to look at you, “we can rebuild it later” The ‘we’ makes you happy for some reason and you can’t decipher the emotion that flickers across Ignis face at your happy chirp. You still hate the noises you make, the involuntary purrs, chirps and growls that escape you despite your best efforts. Ignoring your disobeying body you focus on removing your clothes.

Once in your underwear you stop, watching him as his eyes roam over you, gaze filled with approval and appreciation. You fight the urge to turn and hide yourself from his eyes. Ignis’ love of seeing you in lingerie always left you feeling more than a little self conscious. Finally he speaks, “you can remove your bra” again fighting the urge to hide you stand there as his gaze lingers across your bare breasts before glancing over the finger marks Gladio had left on your upper arm. He doesn’t comment, instead steps towards you and brings a gloved hand up to your mouth, letting his fingers rest lightly against your bottom lip. You know what he wants and you oblige him. Nipping the end of his glove between your teeth, you resist the temptation to take his fingers into your mouth and instead help him remove his glove, before doing the same with the other. Ignis takes half a step back and lets his eyes roam over you again, taking you in. A smile flickers across his face as he takes a breath in, scenting you, before it morphs into flash of distaste. Gone before you can question him he gestures towards the bed “Lie down, on your front”

Once you are settled Ignis starts a slow soft rhythm with his fingers, running up your spine, across the nape of your neck and back down. He leans forward to kiss a soft spot between your shoulder blades before his fingers start to firmly knead down your back and spine. The pain and pleasure mixing until you feel yourself start to relax beneath his hands, as the knots and aches loosen. He continues this for a while, until your moans and sighs of painful pleasure turn into quiet sleepy whimpers. He kisses your neck. "turn over for me darling," he whispers pressing further kisses against your skin as he draws back again, watching you as you turn to lie on your back.

His pupils fully blown, a deep dark void as he stares at you like he wants to devour you has your pressing your thighs tighter in an effort to relieve the sudden rush of arousal. “You’d look so good in a blindfold, black silk across your eyes,” his finger brushes gently over your cheekbone, “would you let me?” His voice, dark and velvety makes you moan a shiver run through you and hips rocking forward before you can stop them. He doesn’t seem to mind your lack of a verbal answer, content to watch his hand trail down over your breasts, carefully avoiding your nipples and coming to rest on your thigh. You automatically open your legs at his touch, and he acquiesces to your unspoken request with a quiet hum, grazing fingers over your panties and down between your legs in a slow barely there caress. His movement is painfully slow, and your attempt to move your hips to hurry him along has him tsking at you, his free hand pressing down on your stomach to stop you moving.

It’s just enough to tease you. The way his finger languidly rubs against your clit through your panties. No rush, no real pressure, Just enough to have a tease of pleasure start to build tortuously slow within you. You arch your back and grind your hips, trying to get him to move faster, to touch you harder and his movement immediately ceases. You whimper in frustration as he withdraws his fingers, his hand stroking up over your body, leaning in to press soft gentles kisses up your stomach to just under your breasts. He avoids your nipples, avoids the little sensitive patch on your collarbone and bites sharply on the lobe of your ear. “Stay Still” Once he deems you suitably still and calm he slips his hand back down between your legs and resumes stroking you through the fabric, drawing breathy moans and whimpers from you. He touches you nowhere but against your covered clit, and it’s maddening. Every time you try to reach for him or move closer he stops. Ignis works you up closer to the edge again and again, each time stopping before you can come. With each denied orgasm you became more desperate, and as he brings you to the edge for the fifth time, you begin to tearfully plead with him.

"Please, Ignis," you beg, you were close to tears, your orgasm was steadily building again, and this time you were pretty sure you were going to die if he didn’t let you come. He leans up, his fingers still circling your clit, and kisses your mouth softly.

"You're going to be a good girl?" He asks and you nod frantically, “going to listen to us? He presses harder against your clit, “going to do as we tell you?” " yes, yes, I promise," you cry out with a moan. You were right on the edge, just a few more gentle strokes of those clever fingers and you would come. "Please Ignis, I promise to be good." His fingers slow and you feel like you’re going to scream in frustration "Alpha please" You close your eyes and he growls loudly, leaning down to kiss your neck, but he stops again. Hand moving from between your legs to cradle your jaw, focusing your attention back on to him

“Do you want to cum?” he whispers, dragging a thumb across your jaw “Yes” “Yes what?” “Yes! Yes alpha, yes sir, just please Ignis!” You feel the shudder of approval that goes through him at your desperation, your words slurring together as you try to find the words he’s looking for. “Good girl” his hand slowly tracing a line down between the valley of your breasts to rest on your hip. With one more whined please from your throat his fingers idly trace along the edge of your panties, moving slowly inward to tease your clit once again with his thumb. Still ignoring your pleas and whimpers he goes at his own slow pace. Moving the lacy material to the side he runs a finger down through your folds, sliding through your slickness, teasing your entrance.  “so wet omega” a low approving rumble in his chest, he leans down to give you a searing kiss, nipping hard at your lip and just as you think he is about to finally slip inside you and let you have your hard earned release, he pulls away.  The cry that leaves you is nothing short of complete desperation, almost pain, and you can feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You’re dimly aware you are begging, desperately pleading with him as you try to pull him closer but he moves no nearer, instead he stands and leans down to whisper in your ear "I want to do wicked things to you, omega,” he nuzzles against your neck, “but you need to earn them”. You’re crying freely now as he withdraws from you completely and heads towards the bathroom. He doesn’t react to your tears, and it starts to dawn on you that this wasn’t Ignis comforting you for Gladio’s behaviour; this was Ignis punishing you for your behaviour. The arousal and frustration is gone in an instant, replaced by a cold rush of dismay. Sensing you watching him, Ignis turns his head to meet your gaze

“A warm bath then you can apologise to Gladio” His voice is calm, almost cold and you fight the desire to throw yourself at him and beg for forgiveness. “Ignis….” you trail off as he turns away from you. His rejection stings and you suddenly feel very alone. The realisation that if the boys started to find you too much trouble, your disobedience too much of a hassle, they could walk away just as easily as Ignis had done, hits you hard. You truly would be abandoned in this world. You would never get home. They had saved you more times than you could count, they fed you, gave you a bed to sleep in, patiently helped you through the hormonal changes in your body, looked after you and obviously cared about you, and they didn’t ask for much in return really. Just to listen to them. The stubborn side of you wanted to deny it, that you could find someone else to help you, but their over-protectiveness and the lengths they’d go to keep your Omega status hidden made you think they were telling the truth when they said not all Alphas would be as willing to help as they were. Not that they let you have much interaction with others to disprove that but was it a risk you were willing to take? You wanted to go home, maybe Ignis’ was right, they did know what was best, it was their world after all. Ignis’ sharp call of your name startles you out of your thoughts and you look over at him, watching as he sorts a towel and some bodywash out of Gladio’s bag. You feel exhausted. Upset and completely drained you can’t bring yourself to fight anymore so you just nod.

[glimmerglanger]

oh ho ho, spicy Sunday? Can I request codywan, a/b/o? could be set in an already existing fic verse of yours or brand new!

:DDD ALRIGHT NICE. So I went with a new au and that au is a beta!Obi-Wan au. I am finally filling that request! I lost the ask last time tumblr updated (along with a few more, alas) but beta!Obi-Wan anon, this is for you, as well. 

Established relationship (when is my spicy stuff not?). Set after the end of the Clone Wars, in an everyone lived AU. (What happened to Palpatine? Idk, something dire). Not safe for wizards. OH, this is ALSO a rut fic? I’ve had some questions about writing that, before, too, so! 

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Obi-Wan woke up feeling warm and heavy to the sensation of Cody’s mouth brushing over his shoulder. He blinked, disoriented for just a moment. Cody had been….off on a relief mission, with Ahsoka and Rex. He’d not been due back for at least another day cycle. Which made his presence in their bed curious, but not unpleasant.

Obi-Wan always slept better with Cody curled close. He’d grown used to waking up pressed all against Cody, usually with Cody either sprawled across him or tucked against his chest. 

Cody had a very high body temperature - far more than any nat-born Obi-Wan had ever met - and often felt cold as a result. When left to his own devices he tended to press as close as possible, looking for any warmth Obi-Wan had to spare.

He was not merely looking for warmth, currently. He sucked another kiss to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, rocking just a little against him, his cock a hard, burning line against Obi-Wan’s back. Obi-Wan shifted, a bit. He’d always woken up quickly.

Growing up in war zones had insured that.

It was hardly the first time he’d awoken to find Cody hard against him. But Cody did not typically wake him up with his urgency or need. Most days, Obi-Wan woke before him. He’d been delighted to find that, free from the pressures of war, Cody preferred to stay up quite late and sleep in.

It was still dark outside, Obi-Wan noted. At least it was as dark as it ever got on Coruscant. Faint light came in through the curtains and the chrono on his desk said that he’d been asleep a few hours, at most. Which was...most unusual. He typically stirred a little when Cody finally joined him in bed and settled again quickly.

Cody did not, as a rule, wake up him, rubbing against him and curling an arm around his waist.

“Mm,” Obi-Wan murmured, shifting across the sheets, feeling Cody tighten his hold with a little rasp of sound. “Cody? What’s--”

He cut off with a thick, ragged sound when Cody shifted his attentions, mouth trailing up his neck. He panted out, gathering his wits, waking up a bit more with each second, “You’re back early.”

“Yes,” Cody agreed, his voice a rasp, “I--they hurried back. For me.”

“For…?” Obi-Wan made to twist, and Cody rumbled a protest, pushing at his shoulder, rolling him across the bed and settling across him. Obi-Wan blinked, gut getting tighter as he assessed Cody’s current state in the Force.

He was all desire and want, fully saturated with it, with enough control that it did not bleed all over Obi-Wan, but only just. Obi-Wan groaned, absorbing the need he felt, the hunger, and finally waking up enough to rasp out, “Oh, oh, it’s--your rut?”

Cody nodded against the back of his neck, muscles tense as he shifted again, grinding his cock against Obi-Wan’s hip. And it was a surprise, still, a little kick of shocked pleasure, that Cody had come directly to him for assistance.

Some alphas didn’t turn to a beta lover, not during a rut. They’d….chose to handle things on their own, or end up at some dive bar, picking up an omega, tearing whatever relationship they’d had to pieces. Obi-Wan had seen it happen before.

Cody rasped, “Sorry about the timing,” and Obi-Wan shivered down his back, reaching a hand back, gripping Cody’s thigh and canting his hips just so. 

“I don’t mind,” he said, the last vestiges of sleep brushed away from his mind like cobwebs, and Cody made a relieved, thick sound, sucking a kiss to his skin, rocking a little closer, cock sliding over Obi-Wan’s sleep clothing even as his fingers tugged at the waistband. Obi-Wan caught his wrist, squeezing just a little, “Wait, I need to get--”

“I’ve got it,” Cody said, thick, “I’m not going to hurt you.” And Obi-Wan felt a brush of anxiety fall away, before it ever truly formed. Alphas could get single-minded, in a rut. It wasn’t so much of an issue, when they coupled with an omega; their bodies prepared themselves, for the most part. 

But Obi-Wan��

Cody kissed his shoulder again and then shifted up and away, a surprising display of control, with how deep into the rut he felt. Obi-Wan shifted, rolling onto his back and shoving at the waistband of his sleeping clothes. 

Cody hurried to help as Obi-Wan got a look at him, finally, the lights from outside glowing across his skin. Cody’d left all his clothes somewhere else, bare skin a lovely canvas. HIs muscles were tense under his skin, his breath coming in sharp little pants, already, and his cock was hard, curving up to his stomach.

Obi-Wan reached for him, stroking, and Cody made a rough sound, reaching down to grab his wrist. “Don’t,” Cody panted, turning his face to the side, chest heaving. “I can’t--don’t.”

Obi-Wan made a quiet sound, releasing his grip, murmuring, “Sorry, I didn’t--”

Cody curled down and kissed him, keeping the rest of his body up. Cody rasped, a moment later, against his mouth, “I can’t think, if you touch me.”

“You don’t need to think,” Obi-Wan pointed out, hands sliding up Cody’s arms, and Cody made a sharp sound, reaching for something. 

“I do,” he insisted, and slid down, dropping kisses as he went, across Obi-Wan’s collarbone, his chest, his stomach. And--

Common knowledge said alphas only wanted to get their knot in a hot, wet place in a rut, that no matter how generous they were as lovers the rest of the time, a rut led to a level of desperation that...shifted priorities.

Obi-Wan cried out in surprise when Cody licked across the head of his cock and then slid his mouth down. His spine bowed, and Cody made a hungry sound, no teasing softness to the touch, his hand curled around the base of Obi-Wan’s cock, stroking in time with the slide of his mouth, and--

The press of Cody’s fingers - slick with lube - into his body was not much of a surprise. He’d been projecting the desire since he got Obi-Wan’s pants off. Obi-Wan swore, breathlessly, anyway, gut tight and hot as Cody sank two fingers into him at once.

Cody seemed bound and determined to bring him off as quickly as possible, tongue moving against him, sucking hard, fingers moving just so, firm and sure and--

Obi-Wan saw no good reason to try to hold off the orgasm building in his blood and his bones. He rasped out a warning, heard Cody hum encouragement, and had both hands sunk in Cody’s hair when he came. 

Cody slipped another finger inside while he was swallowing, and Obi-Wan groaned, turning his head on the pillow, trying to breathe deep and steady. He shivered, all over, at the wet sound Cody made, taking his mouth off of Obi-Wan’s cock, hand still moving steady between Obi-Wan’s legs, spreading his fingers, twisting them just so, and--

And Obi-Wan could see his expression, eyes dark and intent, just watching what he was doing.

It made Obi-Wan sink his teeth into his bottom lip, feeling his cheeks flaming with heat. He rasped out, feeling taken apart, “Force, Cody, come here.”

Cody blinked up at him and then leaned forward, stretching over him, coming close enough for Obi-Wan to kiss him. One of Obi-Wan’s legs ended up hitched up, caught around Cody’s arm as he kept fucking his fingers in and out, rasping, “Is it--are you--?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan panted back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Cody cut in, and, oh, it made Obi-Wan ache, in the center of his chest. Cody said the same thing - or close to it - with each rut, the worry digging in even though he’d never managed to do such a thing.

Obi-Wan’s biology wasn’t perfect for handling a knot. But they’d made it work.

“You’re not going to,” Obi-Wan told him, and cupped his cheek, kissing him slow and deep, until Cody groaned against his mouth, hand going still, fingers sunk deep, just…. Focusing on kissing him to the exclusion of all else. When Obi-Wan shifted back, they were both breathing hard. He murmured, mouth quirking, “You know I can take you.”

Cody nodded, jerkily, and slipped his fingers free even as he rolled onto his back, dragging Obi-Wan along with him. And that was not a surprise, either. He liked Obi-Wan poised over him, especially at the beginning of a rut, liked it to be Obi-Wan’s choice to push down when his knot started to form, to have the opportunity, ever and always, to pull away.

Obi-Wan rasped, “I’ve got you,” and Cody nodded, hands on his hips, squeezing as Obi-Wan reached down, slicking Cody’s cock. Cody groaned, thick, when Obi-Wan sank down on him, fingers digging in, holding so tight.

Obi-Wan slid down in one movement, took him in and felt the stretch of him, delightful and sharp. Cody held him, for a long, long moment, muscles in his arms and shoulders standing against skin. When Obi-Wan rocked his hips, just a little, Cody tightened his grip, holding him still.

It drew a dizzy smile across Obi-Wan’s mouth as he looked down, taking in Cody’s dazed expression and his ragged breathing, as he panted, “Force, Obi-Wan, you feel so fucking good around me.” 

Pleasure spread out through the entirety of Obi-Wan’s chest, up through his ribs. He said, shifting just a little, “You know, it’ll feel even better if I move, darling.”

Cody groaned, grip loosening just a little, just enough for Obi-Wan to rise up and--

Oh, it punched a sound out of him when Cody dragged him down again, hips rising off the bed to meet him, like he couldn’t bear to be out of Obi-Wan’s body, even for an instant. “Fuck,” he panted, rising again, dragged back, falling into a rhythm that they built together, fast and hard and desperate, all at once.

He fell forward, catching himself with a hand on the headboard and one on Cody’s chest, Cody thrusting up into him, feet braced on the bed for leverage and--

And Obi-Wan cried out, dropping his head forward, when he felt Cody’s knot starting to swell, catching at the rim of him. “Obi-Wan,” Cody rasped, under him, staring up into his expression, neck tense and hands gripping, “I need to--”

“Do it,” Obi-Wan panted out a reassurance, gut getting tighter with anticipation, fucking himself down again and once more and then going still as he felt Cody’s knot fill, inside of him. The sensation drew a ragged, gutted sound from his throat. 

Obi-Wan breathed through the initial pressure, the feeling of being stretched too tight, taking too much, feeling--

Feeling so unbelievably full, as though there was no room for anything else inside his skin, including breath or thought. He cried out, ragged, when Cody shifted below him, feeling the movement in every inch of his body and--

“Alright?” Cody rasped, stroking at his sides, gentling, soft little touches. “Obi-Wan, are you--?”

Obi-Wan nodded, too breathless to speak for the moment. It was...so much, taking Cody during his ruts. He’d be sore for days, and knew it. Looked forward to it. He grinned, feeling punchy and pleasure drunk, shivering as he felt Cody’s cock twitch in him again, spilling a little more pleasure inside his skin, and managed to rasp, “I’m quite better than alright.”

[sazc94]

Bad Idea, a Bucky Fanfic

Requested by @lannycleave

A/N Sensitive themes including injury, smut and kidnapping/suggestions of abuse. 18+

Also I'm still new at this so any feedback is appreciated.

Prologue, Part 1

Words 2886

Part 2

Present day earlier that evening, NYC.

It had been six months since that mission in Boston, Bucky never came back into the bedroom that evening and had been avoiding you since. The intel you and Bucky had gathered had been a huge help in bringing down the trafficking ring of HYDRA. You had gotten back from a Mission with Tony, Steve, Wanda and Nat earlier that day which had been the big take down, to your disappointment but not a surprise Bucky hadn’t attended.

Stark had insisted on throwing a party to celebrate the take down of one of the most despicable HYDRA divisions he’d ever had the mis pleasure of dealing with. Nat had pulled you into her room before you’d had time to slip out after the debrief knowing you would ditch the party to avoid Bucky given half a chance.

So that was how you ended up wearing the slinky black strappy dress and black thigh high boots, sat at the bar on your fifth glass of wine, moping. The party was dying down and you had put on a brave face but seeing Bucky actively avoid you had hurt more than you were willing to admit.

“Y/N!” Said Steve joyfully, bending down to kiss your cheek, “mmm you smell delicious” he said before sitting down on the empty barstool next to you. You offered a small sad smile in return.

“Y/N? What’s wrong” he asked. He placed his hand on your knee in a comforting gesture. You knew you should not have mixed your wine with those two tequila shots, suddenly the damn burst and you were spilling the entire story to Steve about Boston, including the part about how you’d nearly blown your cover, how if he hadn’t called Bucky and Tony called you then your certain you would have fucked each other there and then.

By the time you had finished the story you had sobered up but Steve, seeing you so emotional had insisted on driving you home, the super soldier couldn’t get drunk on normal Alcohol and as Thor hadn’t been around with his Asgardian wine, he was sober. Handing you his keys and advising you he was just going to grab his jacket you said your goodbyes to Wanda and Nat. Little did you know Bucky saw you leaving with Steve wearing his jacket and arm round your waist.

Steve dropped you off insisting you keep his jacket and drop it off at the compound in a few days. You brushed your hair out, cleaned your teeth and make up off. You were exhausted the combination of: alcohol, a mission and your tears had worn you out. So, you shimmied out of Nat’s dress and climbed into bed in your underwear. As you snuggled down into your bed exhaustion pulled you under.

Against better judgement, knowing that Steve and Natasha would never let you live it down if you got your ass handed to you. You opened the door without hesitation, gun pointed.

You woke up with a start, you looked at the time on your alarm clock. 02:30.

The rain was crashing at your window. *Thump Thump*. You jumped at the sound of someone banging on your door, they were banging so loud it sounded like they were about to break the door down. At least you knew you hadn’t been imagining the sound in your sleep.

“Who the fuck is banging on my door at 2:30 in the goddamn morning” you mumbled to yourself, grabbing your gun from your bedside table and silk robe of the door you made your way quietly to your door.

“Bucky, what the actual fuck, you scared the shit out of me” you yelled. Bucky was stood at your door, pale and soaked through. This whole scene made no sense Bucky had been ignoring you for 6 months.

“Are you insane?” You asked.

“Look Y/N. I know I fucked up back in Boston, but you didn’t have to go home with my best friend!” Bucky shouted his face bitter and twisted with pain.

“Fuck You Bucky” You shouted you went to slam the door in his face but he wedged his foot between the door and frame.

“No, where is he?!?!” he demanded to know, “Steve? I know you’re here I saw you leave with her” Bucky shouted pushing past you to your open bedroom door.

You didn’t follow, Bucky had been ignoring you since that night in Boston and suddenly he’s here accusing you of sleeping with his best friend, like he had a claim on you. Bucky returned after a few seconds; anger flared in his eyes when he spotted Steve's jacket on your sofa.

“Where is he? Y/N!?!” Bucky whispered looking betrayed.

“He’s not here you fucking idiot! He brought me home after I poured my soul out to him about how you have been avoiding me for 6 months, he lent me his jacket because I didn’t have one, now if you don’t mind, I’d like you to leave” you said snatching Steve's jacket from Bucky’s hands. You started to walk back to your bedroom, you didn’t want to spend another second more in Bucky’s presence, you may not have slept together back in Boston but you thought he would at least think of you with enough dignity to not sleep with his best friend.

Before you could make it to your bedroom Bucky grabbed your wrist and spun you round crashing his lips on to yours, the kiss took you by surprise you welcomed his kiss for a few seconds before you came to your senses. You shoved Bucky away from you and walked towards the door.

“Repeat that last bit again” he said his piercing blue eyes had clouded over. You felt your breath catch, not sure whether James sorry Bucky was pissed or turned on, you swallowed slowly,.

“I cant do this James, I am not something you toy with, you may I am not a doll that you will break if you touch me, but I will not have you ignore for me for six months, turn up here in a rage and kiss me just for you to ignore me again. Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James.” You said, your chest heaving.

You could not believe you had called Bucky James. Bucky walked over to you and pushed the door shut with one hand.

“Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James” you said. Bucky growled a low moan and pushed himself against you. You squeezed your legs together as you felt your cunt throb and betray you. Bucky grabbed you by the throat, not with enough force to cut of your air supply but with enough of a grip to send a buzz to your head.

“One more time doll” Bucky moaned.

“Either fuck me or leave but do not fuck me over James” you whispered.

“Oh god, fuck yes, that feels amazing” you managed to squeak out, Bucky, smirked. Slowing his pace down he once again pulled almost out entirely before slamming back into you, repeating this a couple of times, he felt your walls tighten around him your back and neck arched, crying out for him to fill you up with every single delectable inch. Bucky kissed your neck and dug his right hand into your hip.

With that Bucky undid his trousers letting them fall to the floor with his boxers, whilst he stepped out of them, he ripped your panties from your body, he swiped one finger along your slip and then pushed his throbbing cock into you. You cried out at the surprise and intrusion; Bucky waited a few seconds before he ordered you to lift your legs. You complied and brought your leg up whilst Bucky cupped your ass urging you to bring your other up and wrap them round him, reassuring you that he had hold of you. Just as you had wrapped your legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist he pulled back and slammed into you, Bucky undid your bra pulling it down and throwing it to the side. Bucky once again pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into you, grabbing your breasts in his right had whilst his cool Vibrainium arm cupped your ass.

He quickened his pace the feel of his cock stroking your insides over and over had you mewling. You grabbed your hands around his neck and kissed Bucky moaning his name into the kiss, you leant back as Bucky pounded into you over and over, lowering his mouth to your breasts he took one of them into his mouth swirling his tongue over your nipples.

“Fuck Y/N that feels so good do it again” he said bringing his Vibrainium hand down his thumb began circling your clit, you felt yourself tighten again, that coil inside you was close to snapping, remembering Boston and feeling how close you were you lifted your head and fixed your eyes on Bucky.

“Bucky I’m so close, please let me cum” you whined. Bucky sped up once more, harder and faster the cool Vibrainium rubbing your clit compared to the polar opposite feel of his warm cock rearranging your insides was too much and you were just about hanging on. Bucky felt you tighten around him again and he nearly lost it there and then, but this was about you and making up for the six months he had ignored you, god it had been torture for him.

“Cum for me doll” he said and with that the coil in you snapped, Bucky’s pace slowed as he coaxed you through the orgasm as you screamed his name over and over in ecstasy.

Bucky slowly pulled out before untangling your legs from around his waist. In one swift movement Bukcy chucked you over his shoulder and walked into the bedroom. Throwing you down on the bed you squealed. Before you could even get comfortable Bucky had flipped you over so you were on your back. He left a trail of blazing hot kisses down your neck, breasts and stomach before ducking his head down between your legs.

“Oh-god” you squeaked. You felt Bucky chuckle as he wound his tongue inside you making you squirm. That familiar coil was building in you and as if Bucky could tell his thumb brushed your clit, slowly but then it started building whilst Bucky drank every last drop you offered him up. Bucky suddenly pressed his thumb into your clit and began rubbing back and forth, it was too much and before you could ask for permission you were cuming again. Bucky didn’t seem to mind though as he continued fucking you with his tongue.

“Oh doll, look how gorgeous you look glistening like this for me” Bucky said, before pushing a finger inside of you. “Really doll I had no idea just how much of a slut you truly are” Bucky hummed against your sensitive bud. He slowly curled his finger up and started pumping stroking your G Spot watching you squirm as he hit it over and over, then he lowered his mouth to your cunt. He started by kissing you, then he moved to slowly swirling his tongue around your clit. Whilst one finger became two and then began to suck your clit, you felt your legs shake, this was even better than the first time he had touched you those six months ago.

Your fingers tangled in Bucky’s brown hair as you started to grind against his face. Bucky moaned, removing his fingers before replacing them with his tongue.

Bucky lifted your ass slightly allowing him to get that bit deeper this new position had you clenching around him again, every inch of you still on fire from the previous two orgasm’s you knew you wouldn’t last long especially as he kept stroking your G spot with every purposeful stroke.

Bucky slowly withdrew his face and stood up, his eyes looked at you with an animalistic hunger, removing his top he then gave his cock a few quick tugs before spreading your legs with his vibranium arm, the feel of the metal and anticipation of having Bucky’s cock inside you again made you shiver. Bucky slowly lowered himself onto the bed using his arm to prop him up so he didn’t crush you, he leant down and kissed you. You could taste yourself on Bucky and that only made you groan, without breaking the kiss you felt your way down to Bucky’s cock guiding him into you, he entered slowly until every single inch of you sheathed him.

Bucky started to rock back and forth slowly whilst you adjusted to him again, there was touch of passion mixed within his hunger this time, the urgency of wanting to be inside you slightly subdued after you had fucked his face. Once Bucky was confident you had adjusted to him his pace quickened again. He kissed you again wanting you to swallow him hole, fuck it felt so good to be fucking you, he had wanted nothing more than to claim you like this since Boston but like the arse he is, he had convinced himself he would break you if he touched you again. He hadn’t realised he had already broken part of your soul by ignoring you for six months.

“Bucky” his name caught in your throat as Bucky once again sped up and pounded into you.

“I’m close not sure I can hold out” you said between gasps for breath. Bucky moved his thumb down to your clit again, knowing this would throw you over the edge he began to swipe slow purposeful circles round it.

Bucky waited a few moments for your breathing to steady before he withdrew from you, he kissed your head before pushing of the bed. You felt a brief stir of panic when he didn’t immediately wrap you in his arms, before you could panic too much he returned with damp wash cloth and gently cleaned you up. You couldn’t help but breathe a small sigh of relief when you realised he wasn’t leaving you. After he returned the washcloth to your bathroom he chucked his shirt at you with a smile.

“That’s not a problem Y/N, I wanna feel your tight little pussy milk my cock dry, now cum for me Y/N” he said with that you slammed yourself up to him chasing the orgasm you knew was about to rip through you. Suddenly you just didn’t feel quite full enough and pulled Bucky into you with your legs, Bucky slammed into you hard and fast and with that the orgasm ripped through you.

Your cunt tightened around Bucky’s cock and he couldn’t hold back any more moaning your name he let himself release his hot cum inside you. Thrusting into you as he released his pace slowing as he emptied himself.

“Put that on Y/N I want to wake up to the sight of you wearing it in the morning” he said whilst he lowered himself on to your bed.

You felt a lump form in the back of your throat had you hoped he would stick around after? Yes. Did you expect him to stay the night? Hell no. Were you ecstatic about the fact he wanted to wake up next to you. Fuck yes.

You pulled his shirt on over your head and curled into Bucky’s side nuzzling into the crook between his neck and chest. He snaked his arm around you pulling you that bit closer, he then kissed your forehead before lightly kissing your lips.

“Look Y/N. I’m sorry about the last 6 months and how I acted after Boston I should have treated you with more respect than I have been, I know you’re not a breakable little doll and I do genuinely care about you. I just” Bucky sighed. You lifted your head to look at him with your eyes baring into him.

“I just, worry about hurting people I care about, what HYDRA did, it fucked me up pretty good and I sometimes feel like I don’t deserve to have people like you care about me” he finished. Seeing Bucky so vulnerable made your heart ache.

Knowing in this moment he didn’t need words he need actions, you pushed yourself up so you were sitting up, you straddled him, before gripping his face in between your hands. You stroked his face gently with compassion and adoration, you lowered your face and kissed him, passionately, slow and firm. Pouring your heart into the kiss. Bucky pulled you closer to this kiss encasing you with his arms.

He broke the kiss first and you rolled of him pulling him with you as you rolled onto your side. He snaked his arm over you pulling you close to him till you were flush with him. With his left arm he snaked his cool metal fingers into yours. You smiled to yourself and snuggled your back that bit closer to him wanting him to know you were his and he was yours.

Bucky kissed your neck and shoulder lightly which sent butterflies through your stomach. Eventually once your heart had finished pounding in your chest you drifted off to sleep.

[hotpinkrathian]

The Radio

(Kyalin) (Toph+Katara)

Cannon to "The Box" and "The Office"

15 years ago

Kya brushed out her hair, watching tentatively as Lin paced the room, her hand to her chin.

"Lin, talk to me," Kya said, her voice filled with concern. Lin just looked at her and Kya shrugged.

"I just need a minute."

"Okay, take your time." Lin looked Kya up and down, the waterbender pretended not to notice.

"Lin," Kya said calmly, but firmly, "we just made out, its not a big deal. Forget it even happened." Lin pursed her lips,

"And if I can't?"

"Then sit back down, we'll talk." Kya replied, patting the space next to her on her bed. Lin sat down and Kya scooted closer to her, making sure their shoulders were brushing.

"Whats on your mind, Lin?" She asked softly and the earthbender began to talk.

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"Katara I'll never understand this house of yours. Why are there so many stairs? And why did you have to make them twisty?" Toph complained as Katara guided her up the stairs.

"Well you don't live here, Toph." The earthbeder snorted to which Katara clicked her tongue.

"Lin better be up here for all this hassle."

"She is, her and Kya came up here an hour ago."

"Heh, Lin and sugar princess."

"Toph!" Katara scolded. Toph laughed and Katara couldn't help but smile a bit, greatful her friend couldn't see it.

"What? There's not two people in this world with two more contrasting personalities."

"Zuko and Azula." Katara answered. Toph looked at her sarcastically.

"You should think on that," Toph replied, pushing past Katara and moving down the hallway.

"Oh so now you can see?"

"Its a straight line."

"How could you know that?"

"Earthbending technique." Katara looked to the wooden floor, and back to Toph who jostled down the hallway. She shrugged and followed her shorter friend.

"Kya!" Katara shouted, sighing at the lack of response. The radio was on in her daughters room and she offered a knock."

"For spirits sake Katara, just open the door."

"I don't want to interrupt-" she was cut off by Toph pushing open the door, staring into the room with her blank eyes.

Katara looked inside, her jaw dropping as Lin pulled herself away from Kya, looking to floor, cheeks hot with embarrassment. She nudged Toph with a chuckle.

"Still think they have 'contrasting' personalities." Katara asked with a grin.

"Katara."

"Hmm?"

"I'm blind!"

"Oh, right. They were making out." Tooh raised an eyebrow and Katara held back a chuckle, for Lin's sake. She couldn't wait to tease Kya about it later.

"Lin, did you come here just to get some sugar from the princess herself?" Toph cackled. Lin sat with her arms crossed and face scrunched in anger.

"Shut up," she replied. Katara put a hand on Toph's shoulder, pulling it back.

"We'll leave you to it, then." She said as they backed out, closing the door behind them.

"That was unexpected," Toph said as they made their way down the hall.

"Completely, I mean I expect this from Kya, but Lin? Thought you would've raised her to be careful."

"Thought the same about Tenzin too." Toph remarked and Katara swatted her on the shoulder.

"I hope we didn't ruin it." Katara said later, quietly.

"They'll be fine." Toph replied, sitting on the lawn chair, putting her feet up.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, Lin might need time. But Kya will take care of it." Toph flicked sand out of her nails and Katara cast a glance back at the temple, relishing over how Toph had called her daughter by her name.

"You're right, guess we'll see how this plays out." Katara said, leaning back in a chair of her own.

"If it doesn't work out, Lin will just move onto Bumi."

"Toph!" Toph chuckled, her hair infront of her eyes.

"I'm kidding. But seriously-"

"Not another word."

"Alright, alright." Katara sat back, taking a deep breath, issuing a silent prayer that it worked out for her daughter, and Lin. They both deserved happiness, and it looked like they may have found it in each other.

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Present Day (after "The Box", before "The Office")

"Lin!" Kya called, preparing to press the transmit button.

"I'm here, I'm here." The metal bender said, sitting next to her fiance and kissing her lightly on the cheek.

"I'm about to tell my mom."

"Already?" Lin asked. Kya looked at her wife to be, a smile on her face.

"I cant wait any longer." Kya said.

"Alright, go for it." Lin wrapped an arm around the waterbender, preparing herself.

"Mom?" Kya asked. There was a moment of static, but then the radio chimed in.

"Kya! It's Tonraq, Katara's just coming in now." Kya's leg was shaking and Lin smiled at her excitement.

"Kya?" Katara asked fromt eh other side of the radio, her voice as comforting as ever.

"Mom! I have something to tell you." Kya built up the suspense, looking to Lin for one last dose of confidence before taking a breath.

"Lin and I are getting married!" She said. The other side was quiet for a second and Kya tried not to let her hopes get down.

"Kya Cloud, I better have been the first one you told!" Her mother said. Kya laughed pressing the button immediately.

"Of course! And, its going to be Kya Beifong now, mom." Lin looked at her with a raised eyebrow, they hadn't discussed that. She didn't mind, not all, but she would have to make sure Kya was sure about it later.

"I'm happy for you, both of you." Katara's voice claimed, and Lin felt, for a moment, like she wanted to tell her mother next. Kya pulled Lin into a hug, kissing her and Lin held her there.

"I'm sending a picture of the necklace and everything. We'll get you down here for the wedding." Kya said.

"I look forward to it."

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, honey. Lin dear,.are you there?"

"I'm here Katara."

"I love you Lin, take care of my daughter."

"Love you too, Katara. Ami promise nothing will happen to her." She could envision Katara's happy smirk from the other side as they hung up. Kya stood up, shifting her position so she was on Lin's lap, pulling her into a deep kiss.

"I love you," Kya whispered. Lin kissed her a few more times before replying.

"I love you too." A cough came from the edge of the room and Lin recoiled when she saw her mother standing there.

"Mom?" She asked, standing up.

"Who else would it be?" Toph replied with a grin.

"Hey sugar princess," Toph greeted Kya. Kya offered a small wave before remembering a wave was nothing to someone who couldn't see it.

"Its good to see you, Toph."

"Lin," Toph began, "were you going to tell me you're getting married or am I just supposed to find out for myself?" Lin chuckled, walking over to her mother and placing a hand on her shoulder.

"I planned too, tomorrow." Toph snorted, her face shooting in the direction of Kya again.

"Well come here," she grunted and Kya made her way over to them. "Bend, I want to see what my daughter came up with." Lin rolled her eyes and Kya made eye contact with her fiance as she took the necklace and gave it to Toph. After a moment of Toph feeling the groves and getting the basic shap she nodded in approval.

"Lin this is your biggest accomplishment." She said. Lin scoffed and Kya chuckled.

"Thanks, mom."

"I love you, Lin." Toph said and Lin was caught off guard, looking to Kya once again, for answers. Kya smiled softly, nudging her head in the direction of Toph.

"I love you too, mom."

"Hmmm." Toph responded. "I'm overstating my welcome. Send the details to the swamp."

"Why? You seem to know before I even tell you."

"Fair enough, but I want to brag to you're sister I knew first."

"Fine, but not until next week, sje won't know till then."

"Always so dramatic. Deal. See you around Lin, Kya." Lin looked to Kya with a raised eyebrow. Toph Beifong using a first name was a sign that she respected you. The elder Beifong left and the two of them were left in their apartment alone.

"That went well," Kya said, sitting down on the sofa. "Can we expect your mom to just... show up when she wants?" Lin flopped down next to her, leaning on Kya's shoulder, letting the waterbender stroke her hair.

"Oh definitely. Something about the vines, she sees us or something whimsical like that." Kya chuckled, planting a kiss on her lovers head.

"Ready for the final announcement next week?" She asked. Lin didn't even stiffen, or bristle, or seem nervous in any way when she responded.

"Absolutely."

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Day 7

Prompt:  There is a string tied around your pinky the end of which leads to your soulmate.

Word Count: 2,647

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Note: I modified the prompt a bit. In this world, everyone can see the string tied around the finger. When the string is intact, it’s red like normal. If the string has been cut, it will turn gray and both soulmates will be seen as ‘lesser people’ for denying their destiny. If a soulmate dies, the string will turn black. Another thing to note is that Logan is asexual. It’s briefly alluded to in the beginning but not brought up again.

Virgil wandered the campus, shoulders hunched in a clear indication that he didn’t want to be seen. He was glad to be able to be here at all after what happened in high school. Even so, he made sure to wear the gloves and stay out of people’s ways. The first semester was hell as he still wasn’t sure how to do anything but still tried. It seemed all his teachers had it out for him on day one as soon as they caught sight of those gloves.

It wasn’t until his second semester that he met someone who wore gloves just like him. He was sitting by himself during the time he’d scheduled for lunch, reading a fanfiction off his phone and trying to block out the world. Someone sat beside him and started watching a nature documentary while eating. He glanced over and frowned in confusion. Before he could gather his things to move to a different seat, the person spoke.

“I see you’re just like me.”

Virgil’s frown deepened. “How is that?”

They held up a gloved hand. “How did yours happen?”

Virgil relaxed into his seat. “I don’t know. I was in the middle of math class in high school.”

They winced, nodding. “That’s tough.”

“You?” Virgil didn’t know why, but he felt a burning need to know their story, to know he wasn’t alone in his struggles.

Their wince turned sour, a look one step away from a glare entering their eyes. “I cut it myself. She wasn’t willing to treat me right, didn’t accept my pronouns and sexuality, so I cut it. I know my worth and she didn’t deserve me. As far as I care, she still doesn’t.”

Virgil nodded, almost in awe of them. “I never met mine but they’ve stayed with me for a while now. I’ve always wondered if I was ever going to be good enough for someone or if I was simply too damaged.” He had no idea why he was telling a random stranger his life’s story but it felt too right to stop.

The stranger shook their head. “They cut it, you didn’t. It’s their fault but you’ve had to live with it. That shouldn't have been the case.” They turned to look at him, a fierce expression in their eyes. “If they didn’t want you, they didn’t deserve you, simple as that. You never got to know them or be known by them, thus it is their fault for cutting it. Never blame yourself for the actions of others.”

With that, they put their headphones back in and played their documentary. Virgil felt his phone buzz and looked down to find that he had ten minutes to get to class. He hastily ripped out a paper from his notebook, scrawled his number on it, shoved it over to the stranger, and ran off to get to class.

He didn’t see the stranger again for a few days but got a text from them that night. They chatted late into the night, talking about classes and life outside of soulmates. They commiserated over their lack of soulmates and the shunning it causes. Virgil was able to complain about his gloves and how much he hated them and have someone agree and understand, something he’d never had before. He was able to understand when the stranger, Logan, complained about the stares they got while washing their hands, how they hated everyone looking at the gray string that hung limply from their finger.

Virgil soon found not only a soulmateless companion, but a companion in academic pursuits as well. They seemed to be intellectual peers so Virgil understood most of Logan’s science babble. Logan seemed to have taken a biologist major as they spoke of creatures found in rainforests constantly. Virgil, on the other hand, was in an arts major, focusing mainly on building models of commissioned structures.

Slowly, brick by brick, Logan rebuilt Virgil’s self confidence. They helped him regain his self love, told him how strong he was for surviving the most grueling years of his life. Logan would never let Virgil apologize for the simple things like running late or using the wrong pronouns for them. They always made sure to let him know that they were not upset and were proud of his progress. Virgil’s sense of self worth grew stronger and larger, finally allowing him to see what Logan had known from the start: Virgil’s soulmate didn’t deserve him.

Over the semester, they grew closer, their bond growing strong. Virgil’s panic attacks lessened, he could stand to hear the word ‘soulmates’ without wanting to curl into a ball and cry, he didn’t jump at the sight of a math textbook, didn’t feel the need to hide his high school passions. He grew enough that he could look at the gloves he had to wear with something other than disdain.

Soon, they had decided to room together the next semester. Luckily, their requests were easily approved as it seemed the faculty were more than happy to have the two students without soulmates room together.

They finished their degrees and managed to graduate without dying, which Virgil counted as a plus. Logan simply said Virgil was being overdramatic. Once they graduated, they found an aquarium with a rainforest section that allowed Logan to work with the animals they loved and gave Virgil a lot of opportunities to make or upgrade different terrariums and enclosures. He was also able to design more enrichment activities for certain animals. They saw each other in the back rooms and in the halls. Most times, they ended up sitting with each other to eat lunch as not many people wanted to interact with them.They still lived together in a small apartment as they didn’t feel the need to move.

Over time, Virgil got to know Logan better and knew he was falling for them. One night, he’d accidentally had too much to drink. He leaned against Logan, who’s arm around his waist was the only thing keeping him upright and relatively stable. Logan deposited him on the couch. “Stay here, I’ll go grab you some water to sober you up.”

Virgil whined, reaching out for them. Once he took hold of their hand, he pulled his roommate close. “No! Don’t go!”

Logan sighed but sat down on the couch anyways. Virgil leaned heavily to the side but before Logan could catch him, his head landed in the other’s lap. Virgil wiggled a bit before he managed to throw his legs over the arm of the couch, fully laying down now. He giggled, looking up at Logan. “You’re really handsome.” He muttered.

Logan smiled fondly, a hand reaching out to stroke through Virgil’s hair. “That’s nice, Virge. How about you try to sleep now?”

Virgil shook his head. “No, no sleep. You’re too nice to me.”

Logan’s smile turned into a frown. “How am I too nice to you?”

“You’re very patient with me, never getting angry at me for jumping at small noises, or randomly leaving a room. You take such good care of me when I’m sick. You’ve treated me with more basic human kindness than most people did during college.” Tears started to slide down his temples but Logan brushed them away. “I love you, L.” Virgil curled up, his face pressed against Logan’s stomach.

Logan stayed still the rest of the night, eventually falling asleep. When they woke, Virgil was moving around in the kitchen. “Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked genuinely.

Logan groaned but shook their head as they stood. “No, but I think we need to talk about last night.”

Virgil nodded, turning the burner off so he didn’t burn the scrambled eggs. “Is this about my drinking? I promise that was a one time thing.”

“No, I trust you on that. I’m talking about what you said to me before you fell asleep.”

Virgil nodded again, shakier this time. He put the dish towel he was holding down. “Oh, that.”

Logan nodded. “I only really have one question for you.”

Virgil looked at the counter, pretending to wipe at the already clean surface. “Sure, shoot.”

Logan put a hand on his arm, staying his movement. “Did you mean it?”

Virgil’s head shot up so fast he was sure he popped something. “Of course!”

Logan smiled, leaning over to kiss Virgil’s cheek. “Good, because I love you too.”

Virgil stood there, dazed, for a few minutes while Logan walked away to shower and get ready for the day. When they came back out, they had a discussion of what their relationship was and decided that they were datemates.

As time went on, they stopped sleeping in separate rooms for one reason or another. Sometimes, one of them couldn’t handle the pressure of the world anymore and ended up crying themselves to sleep on the other’s bed, sometimes they were cuddling and talking before falling asleep. Eventually, they simply decided to share a room. With their combined savings, they toured apartments and found one they liked, with a bedroom they could both make theirs.

A few more years went by and they were happy. When around Logan, Virgil could almost forget about the grey string tied to his finger, the string that decreed he was unlovable, unable to marry, unable to adopt. The string and all implications that came with it ceased to exist the moment he caught sight of Logan.

It was in one of those moments that he knew: he wanted to marry this beautiful human beside him, the one holding him close, the one who makes him forget the world, the one who loves him just as much as he loves them. He also knew that the gray strings hidden under their gloves denied their marriage. Only soulmates bound by a red string could get married, adopt, love.

Virgil raised his head from it’s position on Logan’s chest, looking them in the eye. “Marry me.”

Logan chuckled, a hand running through Virgil’s hair. “I’d love to but you know we can’t.”

Virgil shook his head. “If our marriage would never be legal, why should we use legal means?”

Logan’s smile slid into a frown. “I don’t follow.”

“How does a wedding go, babe?”

Logan’s smile returned at the pet name. “It usually involves the soulmates saying vows and swapping their soul strings, which proceeds to glow golden around the base of the finger while the rest of the string stays red.”

Virgil nodded, his smile growing. “So, let’s do that! We don’t need any witnesses if we’re not able to make it legal anyways. What do you say?”

Logan had gotten a look in their eye while Virgil was talking that he knew all too well. His datemate was plotting something. “Well,” he said finally, “if we’re doing this, I’d want to do it as best as we can.”

Virgil nodded, moving to sit up so he could see Logan better. “Like what?”

“You mentioned vows?”

Virgil smiled, feeling excitement and just a bit of anxiety growing. “That’s doable.”

“I could pick up cupcakes instead of a wedding cake?”

Virgil nodded, grinning. “Would it be too much if I were to wear a suit?”

Logan smiled, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Not if I wore a dress.”

They continued to plan their ‘wedding’ over the course of a few days, both preparing vows in their free time. Virgil was once asked about what he was doing by a coworker but said he was giving a speech at a relative’s wedding, not wanting to give away that what he was doing was technically illegal.

The day they’d set arrived. It was a joint day off so neither had to go into work. Virgil woke up before Logan did, depositing a kiss to their forehead before slipping out of bed. He ate breakfast, making one for Logan to find when they woke up, before heading to the spare bedroom to prepare.

A few hours later, he walked out to the living room they’d decorated the night before. He stood at the arch of paper links, his gloves discarded and suit on. He fidgeted with the edges, wanting everything to be perfect for Logan.

When they walked out, it felt like his breath was sucked out of him. His eyes swept over Logan’s frame, their dress accentuating their features. Logan’s smile could have sent birds singing when Virgil’s eyes finally made their way back up. He held out his hand for them to take as they arrived. “You look gorgeous.” He murmured in awe.

Logan chuckled, dropping their bouquet gently onto the couch. “Thank you. You look amazing as well.”

Virgil gripped Logan’s hands tightly, knowing he was first. He looked directly into their eyes while he spoke. “I’ve chosen you. To be no other than yourself, loving what I know of you and trusting who you will become. In a world that is based on who you were destined to love at birth, I’ve chosen to love you. It is free will but that does not mean it is false love. I will gladly share your name and care for you, in sickness and in health, in fair weather and storms, in every battle life throws at us. I will stand by your side and fight with you. We shall always be equals in this marriage and I would never wish it any other way. I love you and take you, Logan Croft, to be my unlawfully wedded spouse.”

Logan smiled, squeezing Virgil’s hands before beginning. “All I have in this world, I freely give to you. I promise to love you every second of every day, not just for a moment, nor for an hour, nor for a day, nor for a year, I will love you until eternity ends. Until the mountains crumble into the sea, and the oceans rise to consume the land, I will love you with everything I have. I will put you back together when you are falling apart, I will laugh with you, grieve with you. Our love is unique and something I will cherish beyond anything. I found you without the aid of a string, without anything tying our souls together, and our love is stronger for it. We have fought to love, fought to live in a world that does not want us, and we have grown and clung to each other through it all. I cannot tell where I end and you begin and I would have it no other way. I love you with all my soul and take you, Virgil Storm, to be my unlawfully wedded husband.”

They both carefully untied the gray strings around their pinkies, Virgil tying his around Logan’s left ring finger before Logan tied theirs around Virgil’s. Once they did that, they shared a kiss. Logan was the first to pull back, their eyes going down to look at the soul string tied around their finger.

The part tied at the base was now a glowing silver instead of a muted gray. Following the ends, one ended as normal while the other had grown and now connected to one of Virgil’s ends. His own string was also glowing a bright silver while the connecting string was a soft pink.

Virgil stared in shock before locking eyes with Logan. “Do you know what this means?”

“That people who have cut strings can choose their next soulmate? Or that the prejudice against those with grey and black strings is no longer justified? That we could probably go register at a courthouse and be lawfully wedded now? That-”

Virgil surged forward and captured their lips with a kiss. “It means that no one can tell us we are broken. No one can rip us apart.” He whispered before Logan tilted their head up for more kisses.

[curiosity-killed]

sunbeam flaring

hair...healing...thoughts...?? They’re Dumbasses, Ur Honor

(title stolen from Love Sonnet XI by Neruda bc I had litcherally no idea what to call it)

word count: 2354

He notices it on a perfectly ordinary afternoon two weeks before Callebero’s twenty-second birthday. Inasmuch as the captain of the imperial cavalry has such a thing, it’s Sirion’s day off; he sleeps in, waking only briefly when Callebero extricates himself and presses a kiss to his cheek and then dozing until the sun is two fingers above the horizon. His morning is slow and indulgent; breakfast with Regent Aquios, who insists he call her by her first name despite the way he shies from such familiarity, followed by a few hours catching up on the paperwork and correspondence that has piled up in his office lately. Now, he pauses in the middle of running forms with Mikolan as Callebero crosses the gardens. He’s dressed formally today, in those heavy layers he hates and which always draw Sirion’s eyes to his narrow waist and the broad strength of his shoulders. An older retainer walks at his side, mirroring his frown, but it’s not their conversation that catches Sirion’s attention.

Callebero’s hair has been pulled back from the front, the long tail tucked into a neat bun that’s secured by a gold band. A spider’s-silk thread of jewels drips in a loop below it. Beneath it, the rest of his hair forms a short curtain falling just below his ear. The end of a staff taps him on the top of his head. “Stop gawking. We already know you and the imperator have turned the palace to your love nest, but you don’t have to be so obvious,” Mikolan scolds. “That is not—” Sirion starts to sign before huffing out a breath and giving up. Once she recovered from the initial shock of Valyn’s treachery and Callebero’s return, Mikolan had thrown herself gleefully into teasing him about their relationship. So far, she is still too mindful of place to say anything to Callebero, but she has taken full credit for them meeting and has not missed a single opportunity to remind Sirion of his early impressions of Callebero. There’s no point fighting such a losing battle, so he turns back to their practice and stows that startled notice away for later contemplation. It’s not like he’s unaware of it. He’d noticed Callebero scratching the back of his head with the end of a reed pen when his hair was little more than rabbit-fur fuzz, and Sirion has combed his fingers through both the long tail of his crown and the shorter locks just growing out. It’s just—he hasn’t thought about it. That night, curled close around each other with their legs tangled, Sirion skates his fingers through Callebero’s hair and tries to order his own thoughts. There’s a sharp division between the thick, downy underlayer and the longer half, sleek and silken. A fiercely selfish part of Sirion is grateful he never saw Callebero’s hair hacked short. He thinks he might have killed whoever held the blade. “I know, it’s ridiculous,” Callebero mumbles from where his face is smashed partially into the pillow and partially into Sirion’s left arm. Canting his head, Sirion shakes his fingers gently out of his hair and taps Callebero’s shoulder twice in the negative. Callebero shifts so that half his face is unburied and squints blearily up at Sirion. He’s not sure what all happened today, but Jisel had been clearly nursing a headache throughout dinner and Callebero had collapsed face first onto their bed before removing his crown or hairpieces. He’d muttered something about doing away with all laws and ceding absolute power to Jisel, to which Sirion had reasonably pointed out that she would kill him herself if he did such a thing. Groaning, Callebero had smashed his face into the pillow and muttered a string of curses that made even Sirion’s brows lift. “It is nice,” Sirion signs now. “I liked how you had it today.” Callebero squints at him, brow wrinkling as if in complete bafflement. “You may be a once-in-a-generation commander,” he says finally, “but your taste in men remains questionable.” Rolling his eyes, Sirion flicks his shoulder. “Say it again, and I’ll bite you,” he warns. For a moment, Callebero stares at him in open confusion, his lips parted around words that don’t escape beyond a faint squeak. Then, he breaks into laughter and reaches up to drag Sirion down and kiss him. “So much for my protector,” he teases. Sirion arches his eyebrows. “Jisel would say the same,” he retorts. “I can assure you Jisel would never bite me,” Callebero rejoins with a laugh. Rolling them over so that he can drape himself across Callebero’s chest and free his left arm, Sirion shakes his head. Callebero allows the shift comfortably, curling his arm around Sirion’s side to trace slow strokes up and down his back. Despite his earlier exhaustion, he’s bright-eyed now and smiles up at Sirion. “Only because she would be better prepared,” Sirion replies. At that, Callebero only breathes out a soft laugh and tilts his head to one side in apparent concession. “Very well, Commander,” he teases. “I solemnly swear not to doubt your taste in romantic partners ever again.” He leans in when Sirion presses a kiss to his lips and hums in pleasure when Sirion nips his bottom lip. “I don’t know how anyone thinks you’re such a solemn and decorous leader,” Sirion gripes. Callebero yawns and wiggles his shoulders in a mix of a shrug and an effort to nestle down into the mattress. Easing off him, Sirion settles back at his side with his arm draped over Callebero’s waist. His sleeping robes are warm and creased from being pressed so close between them, and Sirion can feel his own body slipping closer to sleep. “Mm,” Callebero hums. “It helps that I mostly keep my mouth shut.” Sirion can’t help breathing out a laugh at that, shaking his head. Like many, his first impression of Callebero had been a silent one—and at the time, Sirion had read that as cool haughtiness much as many visitors did. Laying such an image over the Callebero he now knows seems laughable, but he knows he’s one of only a few who can claim such familiarity. Under his arm, Callebero’s belly tenses with a quiet laugh. He prods Sirion in the ribs. “It worked on you, after all,” he teases. Mikolan’s incessant teasing rises to Sirion’s mind, and he shakes his head. Callebero grins. “You thought I was a brat,” he says, unreasonably gleeful. “I”—Sirion starts and then stops short, because that is true—“changed my mind.” Callebero snorts, graceless, and wriggles out from Sirion just enough to smother the candle on the side table. With only the moonlight left spilling blue through the cracks in the shutters, the room is ink-dark and it takes a few moments for his eyes to adjust. “It took me kicking your ass to change your mind,” Callebero retorts. “It was a draw,” Sirion signs. “I laid you out, love.” There’s laughter in Callebero’s voice as he speaks, and Sirion finds amusement battling down the old wound to his pride. He can still picture the staff end hovering right before his nose, Callebero’s careless, bright grin on the other end. He hadn’t fallen in love in that moment, but it had been a shift—a sudden, bracing change like dunking into cold water on a summer day. “You had the element of surprise,” he still insists. “Mm,” Callebero hums doubtfully. “I could still take you.” Narrowing his eyes, Sirion squints at him in the darkness. It’s absurd. They’re both grown men with more accolades than most families have in three generations. They’ve each emerged from three wars and a coup with honors and scars to prove their valor. There is no reason to quibble over an old sparring match. “Could not,” he signs anyway. Callebero’s laughter is more of a hot brush of air against Sirion’s skin than a sound, and he squeezes him once. “I suppose we’re due for a rematch then,” he says, the words briefly warped around a yawn. “Ah maybe next week?” Sirion hums and drops his head to Callebero’s shoulder, hooking his ankle around his calf. “For your birthday,” he signs, and Callebero laughs. Jisel catches on quickly, of course. On the third day of Regent Batu’s visit, they duck away with a pot of tea in the far corner of the library where only Callebero ever thinks to look. If anyone asks, they aren’t hiding. It’s simply a convenient location to get some work done while the visiting gentry fill the palace with gossip and traveling parties and more gifts than any single person has ever needed. For the most part, Sirion looks on all the pomp and frivolity with amusement. All these rich nobles falling over themselves to litter Callebero with gilt and gems as if they could win his favor with enough gold. And, selfishly, part of Sirion likes that none of their piled gifts will never match what Callebero actually wants. A toothed satisfaction runs through him at the futility of their sycophancy. “If Jemma catches you gawking at his hair one more time, I think she might combust,” Jisel remarks. Rolling his eyes, Sirion glances up from the report he’s been reading to shoot her a glare. Over the last year and a half, it has become apparent that Jemma doesn’t quite know how to handle he and Callebero being partners and seems stuck vacillating between threatening Sirion should he ever hurt Callebero and lecturing Callebero on valuing Sirion enough. Hayalen has spent most of it laughing at both her wife and the two of them. “I do not gawk,” Sirion retorts now. Jisel raises her eyebrows, hiding her smile behind her teacup, and he can feel heat suffusing his cheeks. Huffing out a breath, he leans back in his chair. “It’s not”—he stops, pressing his lips into a seam in frustration before sighing—“I’m just not used to it.” Humming faintly, Jisel lowers her cup to cradle between her hands and runs a fingertip back and forth over the lip. “I did the same when Kieran came back from Jimar,” she admits. “It took a while, and I hardly noticed at first but then…” She pauses, looking away. A pang squeezes Sirion’s heart. He doesn’t know exactly how she and the younger Aquios’ relationship fell apart, and they’ve seemed to be on polite enough terms now—but it still feels shocking and somehow wrong that they should have ended at all. “It’s comforting,” she says finally, turning back to him with a little smile, “to know that he’s not planning to rush headlong into danger again.” Oh. Sirion blinks, startled by that analysis. He’s hardly thought of it in such serious terms; when he’s pondered his sudden fixation on Callebero’s hair it’s been more in curiosity and bafflement. Footsteps sound behind them, and Sirion twists around. Callebero’s eyebrows arch up as he nears, unimpressed, and Sirion grins back at him. “Traitors,” Callebero announces. “We only wanted to give our imperator princep space to celebrate with his courtiers,” Jisel replies, sweet as honey. Huffing out a breath, Callebero drops down into the chair beside Sirion. “Your imperator princep would rather shovel out all the horse stalls in the capital,” he retorts. He kicks lightly at Sirion’s ankle, glancing over to grin at Sirion as if Sirion weren’t already looking at him. Shaking his head, Sirion reaches over to pull him in for a brief kiss. He comes willingly, smiling against his lips, and across the table, Jisel snorts. “Shameless,” she singsongs. Callebero laughs, a warm breath of air against Sirion’s lips, and then he pulls back to grin at her. He’s still leaned close enough that Sirion could run a hand through his hair if it weren’t so neatly pinned up. “I remember someone telling me that Aeridians are all too repressed and that’s why we spend so much time polishing our swords,” he says. Pausing, Jisel narrows her eyes and searches his face like she can’t tell if he’s joking or not. After a moment, she scowls and leans back. “You can’t use the things I’ve said while drunk against me,” she says. “And I stand by it anyway.” Shaking his head, Callebero snorts out a laugh. The motion makes his earrings jingle, ringing together like little chimes. When they turn in for the evening, he’ll grumble about all the layers and seriously contemplate going to bed with each of the dangling piercings still in, and Sirion will nudge him into sitting still long enough to let him take them out and loosen his hair from its severe styling. He can nearly feel the memory of it, the body-warm metal and the cool brush of hair, already lingering in his fingertips. “Since neither of you drink properly, it’s only fair,” Jisel says with a careless shrug. “That is for the sake of the nation’s dignity,” Callebero rejoins. Sirion snorts. “Where would we be if everyone knew the fearsome Black Prince fell asleep after one cup?” he teases. That earns him a short glare and a flick in his shoulder, but he captures Callebero’s hand to tangle their fingers together, which earns him a smile and a net win. Sitting back in his chair, Callebero rolls his shoulders and finally starts to relax. “Jar,” Callebero corrects loftily, and Jisel snorts. “Half,” Jisel rejoins. Stifling a grin, Sirion settles in to let them bicker it out. He’s never seen Callebero drunk, only warm and loose with wine and contentment. His only part in the quibbling is to tease both of them wherever possible. A few strands of Callebero’s hair have slipped loose from the braids and bun, sliding down in a loose loop. Humming softly, Sirion reaches out to tuck them behind his ear. His hand lingers, brushing gently through his hair. Callebero turns slightly, just enough for Sirion to catch the smile on his lips. It softens, warms, and Sirion finds himself mirroring him, helpless. Across the table, Jisel snorts at both of them, and Sirion’s smile broadens into a grin.

[blueeyedheizer]

Alive Again (part 2) - Four/Billy x Reader

READ PART 1 HERE

WARNINGS: ...cant say too much

A/N: I'm sorry this is kinda rushed but it's been in my drafts since forever and I really wanted to finish it and finally give content to those of you who started following me for Ben <3 (also pls forgive me)

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''So, what's going on between Four and Eight?'' Three asked, nudging Two's arm with a smirk on his face.''Are they...you know...''

''For fucks sakes Three.'' Two whisper-yelled, her eyes widening. ''You dumb fuck! Stay behind me and for the love of God, shut up.'' she spat. ''Sorry guys. He's on laughing gas. He's dumber than usual.''

You couldn't help but blush at Three's comment. Things hadn't been the same between you and Four since you broke down in front of him. You two weren't fighting anymore, that was a good thing, but you'd also started avoiding him as much as you could. You couldn't help but feel ashamed of your reaction. You had joined the Underground because you were one of the best snipers in the country, what if Four thought you were too weak or too sensitive to be working on such missions?

You sometimes shared eye contact and occasional small talk but there was nothing more, and that was honestly fine with you. You had broken the rules by sharing your names and other informations about your past life which was already way too much.

One had made you promise to always use your code name and always stay anonymous no matter what happened, and you broke that promise because of one small tantrum. You couldn't risk getting yourself, or Four, kicked out of the team so you just decided to distance yourself from him. If that ever happened, you'd be completely alone as you were already dead for your family and friends. The Underground was everything you had left, and as much as One hated that word, you weren't going to lose your second family.

''Guys, this is Eight's last mission. Let's not make it a disaster, shall we ?'' Seven answered and you nodded to yourself, bringing your attention back to your target.

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//FLASHBACK//

''I can't do this anymore, One.''

''What do you mean you can't do this anymore ? Come on Eight. You're our best sniper, there's no way I'm letting you give up.''

''But you've got Seven, he's- he's so much better than I am.''

''That, is absolutely not true.'' One answered before turning to Seven. ''No offense though.'' Seven scoffed before turning to you, raising his beer. ''Thank you, Eight. You're a real one.''

''But seriously, guys. I can be so much more useful with computers. I've done this my whole life.''

''That's a no, Eight. We've lost our driver already, we're not losing our best sniper.''

''Jesus, I'm not asking for you to kill me! You're not- losing me or whatever. I just want to be helpful in another way! You were doing well without me, and Seven saved all of your asses more than once.''

''Eight we've talked about-''

''Give her a chance, man.'' Four interrupted, catching everyone's attention. ''We've got nothing to lose. Seven is good, and we could actually need some hacking skills for our next missions.''

''Since when are you two standing for each other ?'' One asked with a stern look and a finger pointing simultaneously between you and Four. You rolled your eyes but choose to ignore his comment before speaking up again.

''Look...just think about it, okay ?'' you took one last sip to your beer and stood up. ''I won't disappoint.''

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Turns out your last mission as a sniper was in fact, a disaster. You had been shot, and Two almost got killed. One was a nervous wreck and yelled most of the time, still not really accepting the fact that this was your last real mission with them. ''See Eight?! This is why I don't want you to quit your damn job!'' He'd shout everytime something went wrong.

You hissed as Five helped you lay down on your bed while applying pressure on your wound, trying to stop the blood from spilling out.

“Alright, I can see the bullet...'' Five muttered to herself and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to scream in pain. ''I have to pull it out right now Eight.''

''Jesus- fuck.''

''I know, I know. I need you to stay awake, okay? Stay with me Eight. '' Five answered, slapping your cheeks slightly to keep you awake. Before you could react, Four burst inside your trailer and stopped in his tracks when he saw your weak body laying on your bed.

''I-is she okay ?'' he blurted out, trying not to sound too concerned but failing miserably.

''She should be fine but she's in shock. I need you to keep her awake, Four. Talk to her.'' She spoke and Four nodded. He came closer to your bed and kneeled next to you before grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

''Hey, look at me Y/N'' Four whispered and your heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name.You slowly tilted your head towards him and bit your bottom lip in anticipation, a single tear sliding down your cheek. You could tell Five was looking at you, probably surprised about Four knowing your name.

''It hurts.'' you blurted out, your voice barely above a whisper.

''I know love. But you're gonna be fine. Okay ? You're alright.'' His hand moved to your cheek, stroking it softly and wiping your tears with his thumb. You winced and groaned out in pain as you felt the wound being opened.

''Stay still.'' Five exclaimed before taking out her medical tools and working on the wound. ''It's gonna be okay, Eight. I have a pretty clear view on the bullet, it's not as deep as I thought. I should be able to remove it quickly.'' Five tried to reassure you and you nodded, fighting hard to keep your lids open. Your hand was clenching Four's so tightly that you were scared of hurting him. You shot Five a concerned look when you noticed how shaky her hands were, but you were too exhausted to say anything. When Five finally managed to pull the bullet out after a good two minutes which felt like an eternity, she showed you the bullet with a winning smile and you grimaced at the sight of it, still managing to chuckle slightly at her reaction.

''Alright young lady. Let's get you all patched up.'' Five grabbed some more alcool to clean the wound and did everything that had to be done so that it wouldn't get infected before wrapping your waist with a bandage to keep everything in place.

''I'll be back to change your bandage every two hours. For now, get some rest and don't you dare sit up. If you need anything...Just yell.'' she shrugged and you smiled.

''Thanks Five.'' She nodded, wiping her hands in a handkerchief. She headed towards the door and winked at you before leaving you alone with Four, carefully closing the door behind her.

A comfortable silence settled over your trailer. Four was the first to break the silence.

''Why are you so distant with me ? I thought we sorted everything out'' his voice was soft and soothing and his hand was now stroking your hair.  

''We broke the rules, Four. This could get us in so much trouble. I didn't want to risk anything.'' you admitted, staring up at the ceiling.

''Fuck the rules, Y/N. There shouldn't even be any.'' Four spoke as his hands kept caressing your scalp. You tilted your head to look at him and gave him a small smile, feeling your lids getting heavier with every passing second.

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//TIME SKIP – 4 WEEKS//

''So...how's this new job treating you?'' Four walked up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he planted a kiss on your temple. You were working on your computer, hacking some codes for the team's next mission.

''Better than the last one. It's actually quite nice not being shot every two weeks.'' You chuckled and took your eyes off the screen, focusing your attention on Four. You stood up and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, inhaling his scent. Eventually you finally pulled away from the hug and Billy's hand came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear in a tender gesture.

''I miss you. I have no one to argue with and pretend to hate.'' he smiled and stroked your cheeks while your hands rested lightly on his hip

''Pretend to hate ?'' you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head to the side as a small smile adored your features. ''You didn't actually hate me ?''

''Did you ?''

''I hated you for hating me.''

''Well I never hated you.'' You both chuckled and you stood on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on Billy's lips. ''I'm sorry... I've been such a bitch to you, and everyone else.''

''Especially me.'' Four retorted and you laughed.

''Shut up !'' Four shook his head and pulled you into a warm embrace. When he pulled away, he kissed a scar on your forehead before you laid your head back on his shoulder.

''I do miss everyone's company. Except One's. He's an ass.'' Four chuckled.

''You know he actually cares about you, right ?''

''Doubt it.''

''I swear ! He was shit scared the night you got shot.''

''Really?''

''I swear.'' Four answered and you laughed, pulling away from the hug, your hands resting on his hips.''How's your wound, by the way?'' he asked, motioning to your waist.

''It's looking good.'' you shrugged.

''Does Five still makes sure it's healing properly?'' he asked and you chuckled, tilting your head to the side as a wide grin spread across your lips.

''Yes Billy, she does. I'm fine, I promise.'' you answered as you cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips. A small giggle escaped your lips as he pulled you closer and pressed his lips back against yours in a soft enduring kiss. You jumped a little when his cold fingers brushed over your skin and you sighed softly when he detached his lips from yours and started leaving soft kisses along your neck. Your hands slowly slipped to the back of his neck, stroking it gently as your eyes fluttered shut. After a moment, Billy eventually pulled away and placed a final kiss on your lips.

''I gotta go. They're probably waiting for me.'' he said, moving a strand of hair behind your ear. ''I love you, Y/N.''

''I love you too. Be careful, okay?''

With that, Billy left your trailer to go on yet another mission with the team. But little did you know that was the last time you'd ever see him walk through that door. 

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hellooo, me again, I'm sorry to keep pestering ^--^ I was wondering if you would be willing to write a fic where Arthur's s/o is on doctor-prescribed bed rest for whatever reason and Arthur wants to take care of them (making them food/running to the store for them/comforting them through pain)? I have chronic but severe pain that makes me need to rest a lot and the idea of Arthur actually WANTING to take care of someone makes me ^--^

Heyyyyy Sabrina :) Thank you soooo sooo much for your request and why on earth would you ever apologize for making a request ? OMG. I appreciate your messages and asks so much! This is the result and I really really hope you like it.

Arthur taking care of you during “this time of the month”

Your hand reached out for the soft skin of Arthurs arm. You needed it wrapped around you tight. So tight it would ease the pain a bit. Arthurs skin on yours always eased the pain. The warmth of his body was the best medicine you could think of. It was this time of the month again when your body will torture you with serveral pain and cramps until you got too weak and tired to even go out of bed. Waking up from bad pains in your lower belly made you desperately search for Arthur under the sheets. Your eyes still closed, trying to breathe through the pain. "Arthur?" you whispered in the dark of the bedroom. The only thing your hand reached was Arthurs light blue pillow, still warm from him sleeping on it. You rolled up to his side of the bed and pressed your face into his pillow. You loved how his warmth was still holding on to the fabric. Or was it the farbric holding on to his warmth? Trying to make him stay? To make the remains of his body heath a ghost, lingering on the pillows and sheets? To proof that he just left some minutes ago? That he will be right back because this was his save place. Right here with you. Where the warmth of your body mixes with his. To become one bundle of comfort.

You rubbed your face into it. There was not just the warmth that remained but teh smell of his hair. A deep breath in made you feel like you just buried your face into the crook of his neck, except the sensation of his curls tickeling your nose was missing.

"Arthur?" you called out his name like a prayer. Like he would be right there when you call for him. And he was.

"Y/N? Hey....Good morning, sweetheart!"

"Arthur, I`m in so much pain..." you whimpered, while you abdomen felt like someone tried to tear it apart.

Arthur immediately got up on the ebd to cuddle you from behind "Oh no! Whats wrong?"  "Those horrible cramps again. I can barely move...."

Arthur pulled you closer to his naked chest. He was still in his Pjs. "Oh baby. Remember what the doctor said. You need to rest and stay in bed when this happens. Did you already took some pain killers by now?"

You shook your head "No, it just started. But I feel that its getting bad".

Arthur hurried, telling you that he will be right back.

He seemed a bit overwhelmed by this. He never had a girlfriend before and this was new to him. You have been together for some months now and he realized that what you were going through each month wasnt fun. He was always getting a bit nervous when he saw you struggeling. Worried about if he was doing everything right to help you with the pain, which was teh sweetest thing to wittness. Your ex boyfriend never payed any attention to this kind of struggle. But Arthur took it very seriously. He couldnt stand it to see you in this condition. So he tried to hide the fact that he felt a little helpless.

Arthur came back with some pain killers and a glass of water. "Here, take these. These are the ones the doctor perscripted you last time we visited him". He gently stoke the back of your head as you swallowed them down with a sip of water. "Thank you, Arthur. I can barely stand up...."

"Then dont. Just stay in bed and rest, okay? I can get anything for you if you need something. Just let me know."

You nodded before you fell back into the pillow. His one. The one that smelled like home and comfort. You heavily breathed into it. Trying to concentrate on relaxing but it seemed impossible. "The pills will ease the pan soon" . He had no idea that his soothing voice was much of a beter helper.

You body twitched.

"Oh darling. Is it that bad?"  Arthurs hand reached under your shirt to caress your belly as you curled yourself up into a ball. His fingers tenderly moving in circles while you just tried to breathe calmly.

"It is.....can you.....please just....lie here with me and wrap your arms around me? " You just had to feel him close to you now. Otherwise you would fall apart.

"Y/N....what a question. Sure. But first I gotta call my boss and tell him that I will stay away from work today."

"What? Arthur but....you cant do that. You know that Hoyt is going to be pissed."

"So what?" Arhur stood up to grab the phone "I dont care. I won`t leave you alone in this condition. I will stay right here with you and make sure you have anything you need."

As soon as Hoyt was on the phone, he told him he was on some new meds and they made him so sick to the stomach its impossible for him to leave his bed today. it was not possible for you to make out what Hoyts answer was like, but Arthur hung up the phone, rolling his eyes.

"He was mad, wasnt he?" you asked, trying to drink some water without throwing up.

"Forget about him. He will calm down. He`s just being Hoyt. One of my workmates can jum in for me today. " He crawled back on the bed, looking so lovable in his pajamas and messy morning hair.

"The kids will miss their cute Carnival. They need him."

"You need me more"

"Good point!" you replied, pulling him closer.

"Carnival can show you a lil dance later if you want. He`ll make anything to make you forget the pain."

You smiled "I know he would."

Arthur spooned you from behind so he`s got his hands free to caress your belly "Where does it hurt the most?" he asked. His fingers doing their magic. Sometimes you swore he had healing hands.

"Everywhere....on the inside, you know?"

"I wish I could crawl right into you and ease the pain from inside".

You angled your head to kiss him on the lips.Just to get a taste of him.

"I think I gotta go to the bathroom. I havent even brushed my teeth since I woke up.

"I dont care. Stay here. "

The tip of Arthurs nose traveled up and down your neck.

"Arthur?"

"Huh?"

"Can I put on your brown cardigan? I think it might help me calming down until the meds show results".

Arthur bend forwards to grab his worn out cardigan which was lying on the floor. He asked you to sit up and helped you to get in it. A smile was crossing his face. This meant much to him. Knowing that his old clothes gave you comfort.

"Better?" he asked.

"A lot, Arthur. Thank you."

"Is there anything I can do for you? A tea? A hot watter bottle? Please let me know." The way Arthur wanted to take care of you filled your heart with so much love. He wasnt doing this because he had to ,but because he wanted to. It meant something to him, to have someone to take care of. Someone who appreciated him being there and caring. Helping other people with feeling better had the same effect on him than making people smile by telling jokes. It filled his heavy heart with joy and made it lighter.

Arthur wanted other people to need him. Especially the ones close to him. He loved to be needed and wanted in any way. He never thought his hands would help someone feeling better. He never thought his voice would be heard by someone who loved the sound of it. All his life Arthur wished for someone to crave him. To long for his presence. And now he was able to help you. Just by being here. Being able to help made him feel important to someone.

But this wasnt just about him. he loved you with all his senses and seeing you being in pain was unbearable for him. He tried to get rid of the feeling of being helpless and worried  by asking you what else he could do for you.

"Um...maybe both?" you giggled, realizing that the pain has gottan at least a little bit better for now. Sure of the fact that it wasnt because of the meds but because of him.

"Alright. So a tea and a hot watter bottle " he nodded, running his fingers through his curly hair "Anything else? Like....do you think you can eat something? Or....?"

"Um....I`m not sure. I´m sick to the stomach...."

Arthur stroke your cheek. He knew this feeling too well.

"The only thing I can think of are these  small pretzels ....."

Arthur laughed out loud as he lit himself a cig "You really want pretzels right now?"

"Yeah...." now you had to laugh,too. Almost forgetting about the pain for a moment.

Arthur inhaled the smoke, the cig tugged between his mischievous smirk. "One moment, honey". He walked to the kitchen, into the bathroom and came back with a hot water bottle and a hot cup of tea. He placed the water bottle on your belly "I hope this will help you relax. We dont have any pretzles anymore I`m afraid. I ate the last one the other morning.I`m sorry".

"Oh Artie, dont ever be sorry for eating. I`m so happy everytime I watch you eat something.  Arthur put his shoes and hoodie on "You knwo what? There is this store just two blocks away and they sell those things. I will go get some for you okay? I`ll be right back!"

"Oh you really dont have to...."

"I willl hurry up, I promoise!"

"I only let you go when you promise me you will eat one,too."

Arthur leaned in to give you a sloppy kiss on teh forehead. He smelled like cigarettes. "I promise".

When Arthur was out the door you buried yourself in his pillow again. Thinking about how lucky you were to have a man like him on your side and how little the others knew about him.

Arthur met many people in his life, especially while working. He was always meeting them on birthday partys, hospitals  and other events. But they never really got in touch with him. What  a pity. To them he was eighter just the party clown or the mysterious, shy man in the background. They had no idea what they missed out on.

You were lucky enough to know him. To know what a wonderful lover he was. And it was obvious that Arthur would be an amazing friend if people would just give him a chance and try to take a closer look. A look behind the laughter that they tought was weird or creepy.

You felt the heath of the water bottle calming your muscles but it didnt had the same magical effect as Arthurs body heath. A deep sigh escaped your lips.

Maybe it wasnt just luck. Maybe it was because you saw him. His true self. And now his hands belonged to you. The gentleness of his touch, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body at night, his lips, his dreams and hopes and darkest fears. It was all yours now and you embraced it with everything that was you.

It didnt took long until you`ve heard the keys in the lock. Which was a relief because you already felt the pain getting worse after he was gone for 5 minutes.

"I`m back with the pretzels!" his voice sounded like a humm as he threw a whole bag of it on the bed and got rid of his hoodie and shoes.

"Arthur. You forgot to change your pants." you chuckled.

He looked downon himself, realizing that he was leaving the house in his PJs "Oh!" he shrugged "Too late now I guess". He checked his hair like he always did when he got out of his hoodie.

"You`ve been okay?"

"Yeah"

Arthur opened the brown paper bag and fed you one of the pretzels. Just one bite and another. You had to go real slow to not get sick. Now you knew how Arthur felt about eating every day.

"Thank you Artie. You`re the best boyfriend a girl can wish for!"

His cheeks turned pink as you also fed him one and he bit off a small piece.

"You also gotta eat something, Arthur"

"Yeah but you too" he added as both of you kept feeding each other the smallest pieces.

After there were two less pretzels in the bag, you kissed each other on the mouth and layed down again. His naked toes playfully touching the back of your foot.

Another cramp again.

"You`re muscles are so tense" Arthur noticed. C`mon. Lets see how i can help."

He disappeared under the green blanket and rolled up the cardigan just enough to place some soft kisses on your lower belly.

"Does it help?" he whispered between the open mouth kisses.

"Oh yeah....a lot!" you breathed through the pain, which was getting better with every touch of Arthurs lips.

"I could do this forever" he added "I can taste the love you hold for me. Its right there....on the surface of your skin. Its right there waiting for me to taste it .... Does that sound crazy?"

You couldnt see his face, because he was covered with the sheets but you knew he was making a serious face asking you this.

"Not at all, Arthur. It sounds wonderful. "

Arthur compleately crawled under the blanket now and  positioned himself over you. Supporting himself with his elbows so you didnt had to carry the weight of his body on your aching belly.

"I love you so much" he muttered into your messy hair.

"Dito!" you replied.

"Now get some sleep, baby. I`ll be right here when you wake up...Or....maybe Carnival will take my place to cheer you up, who knows?"

You smiled right before you drifted into a painless sleep. Dreaming of the most caring clown with the biggest green wig and the purest heart imaginable.

[backtobackbakubabe]

Baby its Cold Outside (PART 2)

Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo has feelings

*Angst *Fluff *Smutish *All the feelings

Words: 1894

PART 1 HERE, PART 2 HERE, PART 3 HERE PART 4 HERE PART 5 HERE , PART 6 HERE PART 7 HERE PART 8 HERE PART 9 HERE PART 10 HERE PART 11 HERE PART 12 HERE PART 13 HERE PART 14 HERE

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Ever since that fateful day a month ago that you forgot your jacket, you and Bakugo had been all over each other. You basically lived at his place. Waking up every morning to a fresh cup of coffee just the way you like it and if you were lucky, maybe even some shower sex before you went off to work.

He loved having you over all the time, and if he didn't think it was too soon he'd probably ask you to move in. Hell you had known each other for over five years now. Just because you only now started dating doesn't mean he hadn’t thought about this for a while. He loved making you dinner and taking care of you. He found it adorable how you could never reach anything in his kitchen. You begged him to move some stuff down to a lower shelf but he refused. Saying it was more fun to watch you climb on the counters. In reality he just liked that you always needed him to reach things.

You were always popping back and forth between your apartment and his. He had learned that if he listened really hard he could hear the telling sound of whooshing air that signaled your coming and going. It was subtle but he grew accustomed to it and could now pick it out anywhere. Subconsciously smiling every time he heard it. He still acted surprised whenever you tired to sneak up on him. You were always so cute when you thought you had actually scared him.

You were nervous work would be weird now that you two were together. But it was the opposite. Your chemistry was through the roof, and you were kicking ass. I mean there was the one incident were you chased down a thief and totally kicked his ass before Bakugo could get there. First he was yelling about how you were reckless and should have waited for back-up and then the next thing you knew you were being pushed into a side closet and being fucked senseless.

Today had been a long day. Bakugo had the day off and spent the whole day with Kirishima doing whatever it is those two do. You had to be paired up with some random hero you had never heard of for patrol today and he bored you to death. You wanted your spicy nugget back.

You could hear Bakugo banging around upstairs so you knew he was home. Excitedly you teleported into his apartment which was something that had become quite the habit the last few weeks. You quietly snuck over to him as he cooked in the kitchen. You didn't know what it was, but it smelled really fucking good.

You slipped your hands around his waist as you hugged him from behind, “mmm smells good baby.”

“Keep making noises like that and I just might have to bend you over the kitchen table and take you right here.”

You playfully swatted at his stomach, “Such a caveman”

He continued to stir whatever it was he was cooking, “But I’m your caveman.”

You slowly pushed past the waistband of his pants and palmed him through his boxers, “And I’m all yours...”

And that's how Bakugo, for the first time ever....burnt dinner.

*****

You were walking around the apartment wearing one of his t-shirts looking for take out menus. You two had worked up quite the appetite. You returned to his bed, phone in one hand and a ramen menu in the other.

Bakugo put his hand on your thigh and rubbed soothing circles, “Hey I think we need to talk.”

You froze as panic started to seize you. No good conversation ever started that way.

He gently took the things from your hands and pulled you into his lap. Brushing his thumbs over your cheeks, “I think we need to tell our boss we’re dating. It's kind of unprofessional for us to be partnered on patrol if we’re romantically involved.”

You let our a huge sigh of relief, “I thought you were about to break up with me. I was seriously about to start crying.”

He brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, “Oh no! Dont be fucking dramatic. Of course not you idiot. You think I’d wait five years to make a move just to toss you to the curb. No you’re unfortunately stuck with me.”

You gave him a soft smile and leaned forward snuggling into his neck, “Is that why you want a new patrol partner? Because you’re stuck with me.”

You were just teasing him and he knew that but he still rolled his eyes. “No I love working with you. Honestly, I know I complained at first, but I love getting to see you in action. If anything it turns me on.”

You thumped him on the forehead, “We’re having a serious conversation here reel it in horn dog.”

He frowned, “I went to get some drinks with Kirishima and we got to talking about how scary it is to have significant others also in the hero business. Y/n if something were to happen to you I don't know what I’d do.” His grip on you tightened. “If it were to come down between saving you or catching a villain or hell even saving you or saving a civilian... I would choose you every time. Hero’s aren’t supposed to selfish, but how can I not be when my first priority is always going to be standing right next to me.”

He started to run his hands through his hair out of frustration, “And honestly I don't think changing partners would even help at all. Because I don't know if I could trust anyone on this earth to watch your back while your out there the way I do. I would be worried sick every day. And I know I can’t ask you to quit, that’s not even an option... I’m just freaking out!”

You cradled his head against your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair. You felt a single tear run down your cheek. You knew he cared, but you didn't know he cared this much. That was practically a declaration of love, especially coming from Bakugo. You two had known each other since UA, and you have never seen him show so much emotion that wasn’t rage.

“Oh honey nothing’s going to happen to me. When push comes to shove I can always teleport away. It may only be 50 yards right now but that's farther than I could at the begging of UA! Remember you used to make fun of me because I could only go about 20 feet. You pushed me every day to be better and look where I am now. That’s because of you! Who knows, maybe soon I’ll be able to go miles!”

He got very serious as he took your head in his hands, “Promise me y/n. Promise me that if it’s ever you or me you will always pick yourself. I need to know that if we ever get in a sticky situation you’ll teleport away.”

You could see the desperation in his eyes. He really needed to hear you say it. But you couldn't. It would be a lie. There’s no way you could ever leave him behind. Even before you two were together you still would have fought till the end with him.

“Katsu... you have to understand how impossible that is to ask of me. Could you do it? Leave me behind and run off to safety?” His eyes watered up but no tears spilled out. “I know you couldn't. We’re heroes... it’s in our job description to put others before oursleves.”

His hands left your face and settled in his lap holding on to yours. His eyes couldn't meet yours. You had never seen him so vulnerable. “Please y/n. For my sanity. Just promise me.” His eyes snapped up to yours and they looked so sad but so serious. “I tried so hard to not have feelings for you. For years I teased you and pushed you away because I had convinced myself being a hero would be easier if I did it alone. No matter what I did though I could never get rid of those nagging feelings. You don’t even know how many times I’ve lost my shit over you.”

He took a deep breath, “Once at UA, Mineta somehow had acquired a picture of you while you were changing and I beat the little shit to a pulp.” Oh Shit he really was opening the flood gates now. “All those times I pushed you harder in training was because I knew I wasn’t going to be there with you out in the real world and I wanted to know you could take care of yourself.”

He ran a hand over his reddening face“Shit just last month when we were on patrol! When that villain had you pinned I saw red. I fucking blew his face off. All those times I bitched about you holding me back when really I was just a nervous wreck on high alert all the time!”

He was really on a rant now. His face was flushed as he just continued to get himself worked up. It would have been cute if it wasn’t such a serious topic.

“Babe, I cant even begin to tell you how much I appreciate how much you care about my well being. I really and truly do. But like you said you pushed me so hard in training to make sure I was ready. And thanks to you I am...” You gave his shoulder a playful punch, “Besides you’re Ground Zero! Soon to be the number one hero. There isn’t a villain alive who compares to your power.”

You were just stroking his ego now but he did seem to calm down a bit. “I may not be able to promise I’ll always pick my myself over you. But I can promise that starting now I’ll try and be more careful with the risks I take. I promise I won’t intentionally put myself in danger, how does that sound?”

He groaned and started playing with your hair, “You fucking stuburn women! You never do what I ask and I mean never! If you were anyone else I’d pound some sense into you!”

You wagged your eyebrows, “I mean I’m always down for you to ah... pound... some sense into me.”

“Nope! NO! I will NOT be tempted by pelvic sorcery! You will not distract me...” You could feel his hands sliding up and down your thighs, “Like the biggest brat in the world once said, ‘reel it in horn dog.’”

You moved your hips to grind against him, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just casually sitting in my incredibly hot boyfriends lap minding my own business...”

“Damnit women!... okay FINE! BUT THIS CONVERSATION ISNT OVER!”

He grabbed your ass with a hard squeeze as he pushed you harder into his growing erection. “Shit what are you doing to me. All you have to do it bat those fucking eyes and I lose my fucking train of thought.” You yelped as he flipped you over and pined you to the mattress. “Now for once just be a good girl and let me take care of you...”

[baekhvuns]

Bad Boy | Baekhyun X

( series masterlist )

part ten.

word count : 3.0k

pairing (s) : Baekhyun x reader

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst.

After last night my thoughts were everywhere, did I make the right decision by coming here? Was this going to fix anything? Will I be able to move forward after his wedding?

I realized that it was a mistake to come here for his wedding, when I could be back home working to distract my mind off and eventually find the one who I can call mine and live together with.

Although I shouldn’t have came here, I need to distract myself and enjoy this vacation as this might be the only time I’d ever visit Greece.

I walked downstairs while glancing at the white roses that decorated every inch of the house, the wedding planners running around the house in a hurry.

I walked to the kitchen where I saw Sehun and waved towards him, “Hey morning stupid!” He rolled his eyes and gave me a side hug, “Where’d everyone go?” I asked, he motioned to the door leading outside from the kitchen.

“Outside, everyone’s setting up for a little breakfast outside! Come!” Sehun dragged my forearm and took my outside to where everyone was, obviously we both became the centre of attention once we entered in.

“Hey! Joohyun morning!” Eunhye waved and so did Yuna and everyone else outside. I made my way towards Eunhye and started to help her with little trinkets.

“You’re up early! Did the pigs fly?” Junmyeon teased me, as I made a face towards him which made him burst in laughter.

“Aahhh! I remember Joohyun could never seem to wake up early for my and Eunhye’s wedding! Like EVER” Jongdae exaggerated as I hit shoulder playfully.

“Ah really your wedding was the last best wedding I had been too!” Chanyeol spoke up as everyone nodded, “Well I guess this might be even better than Jongdae’s!” Suddenly Baekhyun entered in, I gazed in his eyes before looking away immediately.

“We’ll see about that Mr. Byun!” Chanyeol rubbed Baekhyun’s neck and smacked his head lightly.

We all sat together and ate the breakfast happily. Everyone would talk and occasionally I’d talk too, “Y’all remember how Baekhyun and Joohyun hated each other so much but then the—“ I stuffed a piece in Chanyeol’s mouth so he’d refrain from saying anything further

He pouted and ate his food, but this wasn’t going to happen! Yuna spoke up and catches upon what Chanyeol was about to say, “They what? Ahhh you guys should tell me too! I mean I’m about to marry the man of my dreams so I deserve to know his past life!”

Everyone stayed silent on the table while I looked up from my plate and started at Baekhyun, turns out he was mirroring me. I smiled bitterly and looked at Yuna, “It was really nothing, but if it’s bothering you ask Baekhyun because he was the one who inniated it.” I spoke and hoped for this breakfast to end here.

***

It was now evening time, the sun was down and it became a little darker. Yuna and Baekhyun has assembled was in the lobby for their ‘pre-wedding ceremonies’, I rolled my eyes as the past repeating itself, this was just like Eunhye’s wedding but he was the main person now and the girl next to him wasn’t me.

“Okay everyone listen here! Me and Baekhyun wanted to make our wedding more fun so we decided to do a small segment of fun games to keep you guys energized!”

“What are we kindergarteners?” Sehun whispered next to me causing me to chuckle which brought him to silently chuckle too.

The first ‘game’ was where we all had to hide, Yuna was IT, basically a hide n seek game but whoever wins will win something.

“There’s two rounds, ones when I’m IT and the next is when Baekhyun’s IT!” Yuna exhaled excitedly as everyone started to wander away to hide.

I made sure no one would see me and I ran towards my room and shut the door, “Maybe the prize is something good! Can’t afford to not win!” I made my way towards the closet and hid behind the door.

After what seemed like 15 minutes, I heard the door knob start to move. My heart raced, as I slowly shit the door of the closet to make it believable that I wasn’t present in the room.

I hid behind the racks of clothes as I heard the closet door open, I straightened my back as I felt footsteps come closer. The person ravaging through the clothing racks as my breathing went on a uncomfortable heart rate, the noise getting closer and closer and closer.

The clothes infront of me spread apart as I was about to scream but got shut up by a mouth hand cloaking my mouth. “Sshhh she’ll find us!” I opened my eyes to see Baekhyun looking into my eyes.

He moved to sit next to me and hid himself in the clothes, just like me. My heart rate at an uneven level, “Congrats.” I whispered to break the awkward silence.

“Huh?”

“Congrats on your wedding.” I looked down, I felt his gaze towards me. I looked towards him, his eyes softening.

“I’m— I’m glad you came.” He whispered back, I scoffed.

“I had too, my friend is getting married, I can’t miss it! Especially here, in Greece. My favourite place.” I said and looked away from him, facing the clothes and looking at the textures.

“Friend..” he laughed slightly, I mimicked his actions, friends we were after all I can’t love him anymore. Especially since now he’s getting married.

“Joohyun, I’m so sor—“

“THE FIRST ROUND IS OVER!” Yuna’s loud voice made us flinch.

I made the first move to get out of the closet and leave, while not saying anything and walking out to the lobby.

“Okay so since I caught everyone except BaekhYun and Joohyun! The next round will determine the winner, for Baekhyun’s case, he has to find everyone in the house to win. For Joohyun, she has to hide from Baekhyun throughout all the game.” She explained, what an irony I’ve been hiding from Baekhyun and his face for years.

“GO!”

I ran for the rooms, again. But this time not mine but Baekhyun’s because he’d never know I’d be in his room, he wouldn’t think I’d have no guts to enter his room. But boy am I going to define him wrong.

Going in, I found two closets which I presumed were his and hers, not knowing which ones who’s, I entered in and locked the door.

***

“HAH SEHUN I FOUND YOU!”

“OooOOo CHANYEOL!”

“JONGIN!”

***

I slowly opened the closet door and entered it.

I hid there in silence and hoped no one would find me, Okay maybe I did hope someone would find me so I wouldn't have to be alone anymore.

A couple minutes later the closet door opened and someone entered.

Baekhyun.

They came inside the closet and my heart thumped in my ears.

I could hear his footsteps getting closer, his hands going through the racks. Just like what had happened before he found me in e previous round, his hands were beside my arms and he suddenly pulled me towards him.

Baekhyun held his one hand on my mouth and the other around my waist, he came close enough that out noses were almost touching. In this darkness, he was illuminating.

Byun Baekhyun whispered in my ear, “Gotcha.”

The heat from his body pressed up against mine ignited a fire between us. His eyes gleamed in the darkness of the closet his warmth enveloped me.

The hand on my mouth softened and his fingers spread out along my face.

His thumb traced my lips, sparks spreading wherever he touched. My heart racing as his thumb caressed my lip

Baekhyun’s thumb pressed up against my lips and I opened them as he stuck it inside. His thumb flesh up against my tongue as I licked a long strip along it.

Baekhyun’s mouth twitched into a smirk as his hazy eyes, now hooded, followed my mouth.

And in this haze I licked again and sharply bit down on his thumb.

Baekhyun’s eyes widened as big as saucers as he released an amused chuckle.

Removing his thumb, his hand trailed done to my waist and his face inched towards mine, the smell of his minty breath so close.

I closed my eyes and felt his soft lips brush against mine. A scorching hot sensation is left after they’re gone.

I open my eyes and I his narrowed towards me as he leans down again. His nose pressed up against mine as his lips brush up against mine again.

When he pulls back again, I’ve had enough.

A random spike of courage occurs in me as I grabbed his collar and pulled him near me. The warmth of his breaths so close and the surprise in his eyes is enough for me to continue.

“Gotcha.” I whisper before closing the gap between us.

Baekhyun wastes no time in pulling me closer and matching my pace. He lifted me up and my legs instantly wrapped around his waist as he pressed me smack against the wall of the closet.

Our lips move in sync as our hot bodies pull up against each other. As one of his hands now under my butt and the other tightened on my waist.

Our tongues and teeth clash and the room is now a lot more warmer. So warm that I think it’s closing in on us. Until the only thing left is me and him.

Baekhyun pulls back to catch his breath, his lips bruised and chapped as his head rests against mine.

Our breathes mingle as warmth floods my cheeks. I shyly look him in the eyes, I don’t even know how because I could barely meet them.

He looks at my warm and pink cheeks and smirks.

His large hands cup my cheeks, stroking them ever so softly, “Where were you? Why did you go? I missed you so so much.”

His words hurt so much, so much more than they should’ve. The knife already plunged deep in my heart twists and twists until I’m forced to escape his warm hold.

“We— I’m so sorry, I cant—we can’t do this! You’re getting married and it was my mistake I’m so sorry! I’m—“ Baekhyun engulfed me in his arms, his grip on my waist now tightened.

His head resting in my neck as he delivers soft kisses all around my neck and jaw, almost making me let out a moan, “I don’t care, I’ve missed you so much. You had no idea, I missed you so much. I’m sorry.” He whispered in my ears before pecking the spot underneath my ear, I gasped as he hit the spot right under my ear.

I put a hand in his chest, gesturing him to stop. And so he obeyed and whispered,

“I missed you so much, so much..”

[bluecanyonmoon]

title | honey you’re familiar (like my mirror years ago)

author | EastFromEden

summary | get closer to me. Ten years of push and pull. Or Five times Michael and Alex played games with each other and one time they finally stopped.

tags | 5+1 things, lost decade

i’m elbow deep into writing part 3 of this and thought i’d give y’all a little preview because i need some validation and a kick in the ass. here’s the first thing from the 5+1. it’s unbetaed and english is not my first language so please excuse any oddness. lemme know what you think. 

i. babe, there's something lonesome about you

Even at night the heat was sweltering and encompassing, it burned deep and bright all around him. His truck kept it locked tight within steel and aluminium, Michael could feel it soaking in from beneath him. Upon reflection, it probably wasn’t his best idea to sleep in his truck in the middle of a heat wave. He welcomed the uncomfortable, he’d always been used to it and it’d been the only constant in his life: feeling ill at ease, not quite right, other—unbelonging. Still, he could put up with the heat as long as he got this: the open wilderness of the desert, the infinite starry skies and time to lose himself in it.

“I knew I’d find you here,” a familiar voice called out from a few feet away. He’d recognize it anywhere. And if he wouldn’t, the jet black hair, nose piercing and black nail polish he could see from here would certainly clue him in.

Michael cocked his head in his direction, lips curled in a smirk. “Am I really that predictable?” he chuckled.

“Only about your favorite hideout spots,” Alex said, smiling softly, coming up to the bed of the truck.

Michael moved over to meet him, knees dangling off the edge, hooking his fingers through his belt loops and pulling him closer until he stood between his open legs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” he whispered, letting his breath fan over Alex’s throat. He couldn’t keep his eyes (or his hands) away from him, everything about Alex inevitably drew him in until he drowned himself in everything that makes him him: the gentle curve of his jaw, his deep brooding eyes, the slant of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, his intoxicating smell of apple and herbs.

“I’ve left my jacket in your truck,” Alex explained. “From the last time we—” he stammered and Michael could see the tips of his ears turn bright red. “The last time we hung out,” he finally decided on with a sheepish smile.

“I know you did,” Michael breathed. “Did you do it on purpose so you’ll have an excuse to see me again?”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Do I need one?”

“Never,” Michael replied, wrapping his legs around Alex’s waist and pulling his face down for a kiss. Alex returned the kiss eagerly, his lips oh so soft and pliable under his. Their lips meeting was ground zero of blissful oblivion and he basked in the electricity he felt shooting up and down his body, making his mouth tingle pleasantly. “Come on up,” he said, pulling away after a few seconds, exercising a modicum of self control before he pinned Alex down and whatever this visit turned into another quickie.

Alex hauled himself into the bed of the truck finding his favorite spot, leaning his back against the stack of sleeping bags, pillows and blankets Michael kept there. “You weren’t at the Crashdown today,” Alex remarked once he’s situated.

“I wanted to be alone,” Michael shrugged. Truth was he couldn’t bear to see Liz there, feel her grief and her pain and then watch it make their way into the pit of his stomach, with a side of puke-inducing guilt thrown in for good measure.

“Can I stay for a little bit then?” he asked. “Be alone with you?”

Michael knew how terrible Alex’s home life was right now especially since his abusive dick of a father caught them together. He’d had trouble getting Alex to open up about this but he was pretty sure Jesse Manes had been making his son pay for his ‘misbehavior’ every day since it happened, tightening his hold over Alex and his future even further.

“Sure,” he agreed easily, sliding closer to where Alex was sitting until their lower halves were pressed against each other. His inner chaos always stopped when their bodies were touching, when he could feel Alex against him, his hands roaming his body, his mouth tasting and licking the sweet saltiness of his skin. He could no longer play music, he could no longer silence the noise—he only had Alex now.

“Can I ask you a question?” Alex asked after a beat, laying his head on Michael’s shoulder.

Michael put his hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down and squeezing softly. “And here I thought this was a booty call,” he snickered, nuzzling his chin on Alex’s forehead.

“A little conversation before sex never hurt anyone,” Alex smiled, raising his head and pressing his lips against Michael’s in another sloppy wet kiss.

“Shoot,” Michael said, lying their bodies down further into the pile of blankets.

Alex steeled himself up. “You like girls, right?”

Michael’s head turned so fast he was scared he might have given himself whiplash. This was the last thing he expected. “You mean in general or as in like like?”

Alex’s eyes darkened as he threw a glare at him and Michael couldn’t help but lick his lips in response. “You know exactly in which way I meant that.”

Michael sighed and looked away. “Yeah. I like girls.” He never even had this conversation with himself, he wasn’t looking forward to having it with Alex of all people.

“And you like boys?” Alex continued.

Michael turned his head back to look into Alex’s eyes, molten gold. “I like you.”

Alex’s blush spread to his cheeks and he looked away. “Only me?” he asked softly. “Or do you find other boys attractive too?”

Michael’s sigh got deeper and his hands got a lot more fidgety on Alex’s jeans. “What’s with the twenty questions?”

Alex laid a hand on top of Michael’s and inched it up to his forearm in a gentle stroke. “I just want to know more about you. I’m curious. I’ve seen you with a lot of girls over the years.”

Michael sighed again. “Not that many,” he muttered.

Alex glided his hand up further until he reached Michael’s chin and tilted it toward his, pulling his face close to his until he could feel his breath on his lips. “Come on baby,” he murmured. “Tell me.” Clearly, he wasn’t above a little seduction to get what he wanted.

Michael wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to distract Alex from his inquisition and he cupped Alex’s face and crashed their mouths together, lips smashing, teeth clicking. “Baby?” he breathed, tongue darting out to lick Alex’s top lip as he briefly pulled away.

Alex groaned. “I’m trying it out to feel if I like how it rolls on my tongue,” he replied before going back to shoving his tongue in Michael’s mouth and burying his hands in his gorgeous curls.

“I can give you something else to roll your tongue on if you keep doing that,” Michael whispered in between heady kisses, letting his hand roam up to Alex’s crotch.

“This isn’t fair,” Alex panted, hips bucking into Michael’s hand for more friction.

“Life ain’t fair Manes,” Michael groaned into Alex’s mouth, hand still stroking him over the denim.

Alex shook his head. “Come on,” he pleaded.

Michael sighed and pulled away from the kiss, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Alex’s neck, inhaling his earthy smell. “Okay,” he relented. “What was the question again?”

“Do you find other boys attractive?” Alex asked again.

“Yeah, I guess so,” Michael said with a shrug and a smirk.

“So you like both?”

“Yeah, I like both. Girls and boys. I don’t really care either way to be honest.”

“So you’re bisexual?”

“Yeah I guess that makes me bisexual if you want to put a label on it. I told you, I never really thought about it too much. I like what I like. It’s not that complicated.”

“Do you have a preference?”

“Not really. I don’t see gender. I see people. If I vibe with someone whether they have a dick or a pussy doesn’t really factor in.”

“You’ve never been with a guy before, right? How did you know?”

“I don’t know. How did you know? I saw you around, I saw you playing that out of tune guitar, I liked you, you were nice to me, I wanted to be all over you so I kissed you. That’s it.”

“The guitar was not out of tune, you just wanted an excuse so I would talk to you,” Alex teased.

“Did I need one?” Michael echoed.

“No, but I did at the time,” Alex conceded. “I really like you, Guerin.”

“I really like you too Alex.”

Alex’s eyes wandered down to Michael’s splint laying carefully between them. “I’m sorry about your hand.”

“For someone who loves music as much as you do, you should really change your tune,” Michael said, a tiny smile on the corner of his lips. He knew Alex’s multiple apologies came from a good, kind place, but he wasn’t ready to have that conversation. Or to be further reminded of this day. Ever. “It wasn’t you.”

“Some days it feels like it was,” Alex muttered.

Michael brought a hand to his chin and tilted it toward his. “Stop that,” he said firmly. He didn’t want the images of his assault to replay endlessly in his mind’s eye. “No angst tonight,” he warned before crashing his lips against Alex’s, burying his tongue in his mouth and pressing his body against his.

Alex responded in kind, one hand snaking around Michael’s hip and one hand burrowing into his hair. The kisses grew heavier and headier, tongues slipping sloppily against each other, lips and chins red and swollen. Michael felt both of their cocks getting harder as they sought more friction, hips canting up and swivelling into a disorganized rhythm. And then Alex slid one hand between them and rubbed him over his jeans.

“Oh is this finally happening?” Michael breathed, arching into the press of Alex’s hand and brushing wet kisses down his throat—just the way he knew he liked.

“What d’you mean?” Alex asked.

“Sex,” Michael drawled, his own hand moving to palm Alex’s erection.

Alex jumped back, eyes wide and mouth semi-open. “Wait,” he said. “You mean now?”

Michael was taken aback by the sudden acceleration of his pulse he could feel beating like crazy against his tongue. “Well… yeah,” he replied, keeping his head down into Alex’s neck. “It’s not like we’ve been touching each other’s dicks for the past ten minutes,” he laughed.

“It’s just that we’ve never done this before,” Alex reminded him.

Michael finally managed to pull his face away from licking Alex, raising his head to catch his eyes. Confusion echoed in them. “Wait what?”

Alex’s eyes dropped to Michael’s lips. “You know, sex.”

Michael shook his head. “I don’t understand. We’ve been having sex for the past month.”

“No we haven’t.”

“Exactly what do you think we’ve been doing?”

“Foreplay. Hands and mouth stuff.”

Michael had to fake a cough to hide a burst of laughter. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Blowjobs and handjobs are sex.”

“Sex is penetration and we haven’t… you know.”

“Wait, is that what you thought I was suggesting earlier? Anal?”

Alex’s blush turned scarlet. “Well, yeah.”

“Baby,” Michael whispered, burying his head back in Alex’s neck and licking a stripe of skin there. “I promise you that the day it happens it won’t be the way I bring it up.”

“Okay Mister I’ve slept with a hundred girls.”

“Come on now. I’ve slept with two girls. And you. I don’t have any clue how to go about anal.”

“Good,” Alex laughed. “Cause me either.”

“I just don’t want you to think that we’ve just been fooling around or some shit. Sex doesn’t have be penetrative to be sex. I love your mouth and your hands. It’s enough if we decide it is.”

“It’s enough. For now.”

“Now that that’s settled, can we go back to the entertaining part of the program?” Michael grinned, bringing his hand back to Alex’s crotch.

“Hey, do you want to go to the drive-in?” Alex asked out of the blue.

Michael groaned. “Are you purposefully trying to cockblock me?”

“When I’m cockblocking you, I’m cockblocking myself too, so no,” he chuckled.

“Aren’t we good right there?” Michael insisted, running his hand over Alex’s erection again and kissing his neck.

“Come on the drive-in will be fun. We never do this.”

“We never do this because you never want people to see us together, Alex,” Michael reminded him starkly. Michael could feel the onset of a migraine coming in and he knew his powers would be even more uncontrollable than usual if he didn’t chug down some acetone soon.

“We could park in the back,” Alex cajoled him. “And fool around in the dark.” He pressed his lips against his, cupping his face softly, running a thumb over his cheekbone.

Michael turned his head away. “In the back, in the dark. Like a dirty little secret.”

Alex looked at him sternly. “Okay what’s the real issue here? You’ve never had a problem about hiding this from everyone you know before.”

Michael groaned, reluctant to talk about it.

“Guerin, what’s going on?”

“Nothing’s going on,” he retreated.

Alex sighed deeply and Michael could see the realization hit him like a ton of brick. “Did you get banned from the drive-in?”

Michael stayed silent, jaw and fist clenched, and pulled away from Alex’s embrace.

“Guerin, answer me,” Alex demanded a little more forcefully. “Did you get drunk and got into another one of your stupid fights and get banned from the fucking drive-in?”

“Sarge, yes, sarge!” he said, saluting him mockingly.

Alex’s face twisted into a scowl. “This isn’t funny.”

“I never said it was.”

“Why are you acting like this? Like everything’s a joke?”

“Life is a joke. But maybe you can’t really see that from your little middle class comfort.”

“That’s not fair,” Alex said, his voice shaking. “You know perfectly well my home life sucks. You know how my dad is.”

“I do know. I even have a little souvenir to remember him by,” Michael said, gesturing to his broken hand.

Alex ground his teeth. “This is serious Guerin. At some point you’re gonna get into the kind of trouble you won’t be able to charm your way out.”

“If I wanted a sanctimonious lecture, I would hang out with Max.”

“If you insist on behaving like a dick, I’m leaving,” Alex said, sliding to the edge of the truck and getting off.

“Right,” Michael said, voice tight. “Leave. That’s all you want to do anyway.” He felt his eyes well but he’d be damned if he let Alex see it.

Alex’s voice sounded smaller and farther now. “You used to want to leave at one point too, Guerin.”

Michael hated himself for being such an asshole but it was almost like he couldn’t help it. All these emotions, all this chaos, it overwhelmed him. It needed an outlet. It needed someone to be mad at when being mad at himself got too much. “I did, but now I’m stuck here, and you’re just waiting for me to fuck up so you won’t feel guilty about wanting to leave.”

“You’re not stuck here. You’re just scared,” Alex flung at him without turning back, walking back to his car as Michael watched him walk away, helpless.

*

The day Alex left, Michael sat in prison.

The days after Alex was deployed Michael didn’t sleep for a week.

He tried to walk into his psyche like Isobel did. He always kind of made fun of her for her abilities; he didn’t think it would be hard to master. Add that to the growing list of things he was wrong about. He couldn’t do it. He closed his eyes and concentrated until his eyes were bloodshot; he tried to conjure Alex as if magic was real. As if hope wasn’t the most dangerous thing out there. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t do it. In his mind’s eye, the desert was the backdrop but Alex was all he saw. His hands, his face, his mouth, his shoulders, his hips. All of him and yet none of him. How fitting. He was everywhere in his mind but couldn't invade his. And he couldn’t stop thinking and spiralling. The noise never stopped. What if he got hurts; what if he died in combat; what if something—anything—happened; what if someone found out he was gay and beat him up; what if he found a boyfriend there; what if, what if, what if, what if...

What if he forgot about him.

[thiswasinevitableid]

You what would be hella? An angsty-ish fic with the ice prompt. Your work is so lovely and well-written, I cant wait to read what ever you next produce!

Thank you so much for that, I’m glad people are excited to read my stuff! Since you didn’t specify a pairing, I went with Sternclay. Angst ahoy (but with a happy ending), along with me playing fast and loose with arctic geography.

He’s one of the lucky ones. 

Joseph Stern, scientist aboard the HMS Erebus, is a fastidious man. He is also, unfortunately, prone to bouts of seasickness meaning his meals have been scant, even before the ships became locked in. 

But it also means he was not eating food tinned in cans laden with lead. And his experimental water system, with which he occupied himself on long days, meant he drank more filtered sea water and ice than he did from the stores tainted with the same blasted material. 

So when he and the remainder of the skeleton crew left the Erebus and her sister the Terror, his mind was much clearer than most. 

And that is why, when the bulk of them turned a direction that likely held only more ice, more death, carrying a writing desk while leading freshwater behind, he refused to follow, insisting their best hope of civilization laid the opposite way. 

They left him and his supplies, unwilling to listen to his case. And so he has walked, then trudged, then barely moved, across the ice.

When he hits water, cursed sea water, he contemplates stepping into it. But drowning would be worse than freezing, or so he’s heard. 

A head surfaces in a hole through the ice. A mans head. 

Stern blinks, confused. Then he laughs.

“Maybe I should take to the sea after all. You look well fed.”

The man frowns, “You look nearly dead.”

“I am.” He sits down, knees hugged to his chest for warmth. 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry.” The man emerges from the ice, and in place of legs he has a spotted and strong tail, like that of the seals Stern used to watch from his cabin window. 

“Unless you control the weather, I don’t think you need to be.” In any other time, the sight of a legendary creature would send him into a frenzy of delight and curiosity. Now he simply stares. 

“Why are you here?”

“The Northwest Passage.”

“That’s, um, that’s a trade thing, right? Your kind wants to move the things you sell more easily across the waters.”

“You’re well read for a merman.”

“My home isn’t that isolated.” He shrugs.

Stern stares at the water, peeking through cracks in the ice, “So many dead. So many more will die, I’ve no doubt, and all for a quicker route for spices and gold.” He can’t even weep, his body won’t let him use the energy, but he shudders in distress. 

“Hey, hey it’s okay. “ The merman slides to him, cups his cheeks, strokes his beard, and his hands are warm, warm and real, and Stern presses against them, “I mean, it sounds fucking awful, but that, um, that doesn’t sound as comforting.”

“I don’t mind the comfort.” Stern rests his hands on the man’s chest, then his mind gets a moment of true clarity, “wait, your home. You said your home is not that isolated. Is it near?”

“Um, I can reach it in a few hours but” he points to his tail, “that’s the way I can. On foot it’ll take longer. And unless the humans I know have been really wrong about some stuff, I think if you try to swim with me you’ll die, like, right away.”

“I’ve walked lord knows how far. I can manage a little more, if you point the way.”

The merman looks torn, then takes Sterns hands, “I can do one better. I’ll be your guide. If you’re closed off from the water’s edge, look under the ice.”

He slides back the way he came, surfaces a few moments later to Sterns right. So Stern follows him, sometimes no more than shape to his right, other times a ghostly shadow swimming beneath and in front of him. When night falls and Stern manages a paltry fire and shelter with his supplies, Barclay, as the mer calls himself, promises to return at sunrise, and does so without fail for the next two days. 

As he trudges across the icy ground, the best moments are when his path allows Barclay to swim right beside him, head above water so they can converse. It’s worth the effort, the inhaling of cold air, to converse with another being. Better yet, Barclay is bright and friendly, curious about Stern’s research in a way none of his crewmates were. Barclay tells him stories of merfolk and sea monsters, even makes him laugh,  in return for Stern telling him about life in England and his research into undiscovered species. 

“They offered me the chance to study far off lands, discover creatures thought only to be legend. Silly thing to die for.”

“Doesn’t sound like you were the one who got the ships stuck. And there’s nothing wrong with wanting to learn about the world.”

Stern’s rations have run out, and when he stumbles, Barclay doubles back, concerned. 

“I, I need, food, I’ll-”

“Wait right here.” Barclay disappears. Stern counts snowflakes, heartbeats, anything to distract from the pain in his belly. 

A fish hits the ice in front of him. Then it flops and wiggles across the slick surface, back into the water.

“Damn it.” He giggles, near hysterical. 

The fish lands again, head now gone. 

“Sorry, forgot humans aren’t great with live prey.” Barclay says sheepishly. 

Stern eats five more fish Barclay brings him, manages to get to his feet and continue on. 

Night falls, colder than the last few, and Barclay disappears with his usual promise to return.

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“He’s not going to last the night, Barclay.”

Barclay turns, finds his friend Indrid in his human form at the door of his house on Amnesty Island. The seer gives him a sad smile. 

“No. No he can’t. I won’t let him.”

“Barclay-”

“Indrid” Barclay grabs his shoulders, “do you remember when you found Duck? How frightened he was, how he was certain you were death coming for him?”

“Yes.” Indrid says, pain flashing on his face. He’d found the human, left behind by his research expedition. Duck had volunteered to stay behind and freeze, in hopes of his team having enough rations to make the nearest town if they were a man short. Indrid found him, brought him back to Amnesty, cared for him. Fell in love with him and Duck, after a few weeks, returned the sentiment with gusto. 

“I can’t let that happen to Joseph. I can’t, Indrid, please, the last week, I, he’s unlike any guy I’ve ever met. I can’t let him suffer that way.”

Indrid’s face goes blank. Then he gives Barclay an unusually severe stare, “You have very little time, and you must follow my instructions to the letter.”

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He’s going to die. It’s too cold, his body too weak. He is going to die alone, his family will never know what befell him, and he will never even get the chance to thank Barclay for his kindness, for making his last days bearable, at moments almost enjoyable. 

Lord have mercy on his soul. Let it be painless. 

All for nothing, for trade and money, is this end in the ice. 

Have mercy. 

He can’t see. His heart seems to slow. In the distance, something crunches on the snow. 

Mercy. 

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“So this is the fella you took my boat and my dogsled for?”

“Yes, Mama, I’m sorry.”

The woman’s voice has a laugh in it, “You always did have a big heart. Guess it was only a matter of time before you brought some hard-luck human in.”

“He’s not just any human.” A warm hand brushes Stern’s hair, “I’ve never felt this way about a human before. A few other mers maybe, when I was younger.”

“Uh, Mama? Indrid says we got a ship comin in soon and we might wanna buy more’n normal.”

Why in the lord’s blessed name is hearing a southern accent?

He tries to ask this question, gets a groan out instead.

“He’s awake!” Barclays’ voice gets closer, and when he manages to open his eyes he finds familiar, deep brown ones looking at him.

“How...where?”

“Amnesty Island. My home.” He supports Stern’s head, helping him drink blessedly clean water.

“That’s...that’s not on any map I’ve seen.”

“And for damn good reason.” A woman with graying hair stands behind Barclay, “only those who need to know can find us, on account of the northern mers wanting some islands that were safe for them. Barclay decided you needed to know.”

“Thank you, Barclay. And thank you Mrs, um?”

“Cobb. But just call me Mama. Now, rest of you get, we need to haul supplies off that boat and Barclay needs some time with his fella.”

When the door of the small cabin closes, Stern reaches out, stroking Barclay’s coppery beard, “Why did you save me?”

“Because you’re a good guy. And, well, I care about you a lot. I like you even more. I couldn’t just leave you to die.”

This time, Stern weeps, with relief and exhaustion and the ghosts of his fear. Shivers even as tears dot his pillow. 

“Shhh, shhhhh it’s okay, I mean it this time. You still cold?”

Stern nods and Barclay tosses another blanket on top of him in bed. When the next wave of tears clear, the larger man is down to long underwear.

“May I?” He points to bed, and Stern weakly lifts the covers. Barclay climbs beneath them, wraps Stern in his arms, body flooding him with warmth and safety. 

“Been wanting to do this since that first day, but mer bodies aren’t great for keeping humans dry and warm. Kinda damp.”

“All-” Stern yawns, “all the same, I would like the chance to explore yours in more detail some day.”

“You got it.” Barclay hesitates, then kisses Stern’s temple, “but right now, time for you to rest. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Raw, decapitated fish aside, I’m a damn good cook. Any requests?”

“Eggs. Good lord I’ve missed eggs.”

“Think I can rustle something up. Heh, that tickles.” He chuckles when  Stern rubs his cheek against the exposed patch of dark-haired chest. 

“It won’t for long. I’ll be clean shaven as soon as I can hold a razor without shaking. You think I’m handsome now, just wait til you see me well fed and groomed.”

“Looking forward to it.” A kiss on the cheek, then snowflake-light on his lips, “ goodnight Joseph. You’re safe here, I’ll see to it. And I’ll be here when you wake up, I promise.”

“Just like old times.” Stern says, only half-joking.

Another, tender kiss, “Yep, just like old times.”

[thequeenb]

Our Story (part 5)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Amy was surrounded by darkness, the silence around her was deadly. She could hear cries, screams but she couldn't move, she couldn't see.

"We finally meet" a voice could be heard and when she opened her eyes she could see a figure walking towards her

With every strength she had left she was able to get out three words and only "Where am i?"

The figure laughed, it wasnt a pleasant sound it was the most scary thing she ever heard. She compared it to Kamilah's sweet laugh, on the way her lips curved into an amusing smile, the way her head fell back as the genuine melodic sound escaped her mouth

"I have been waiting for this moment for centuries"

She opened her eyes, everything was pinch black but she felt a strong power surrounding her, eating her whole.

"Wha..but how..this is.." she couldn't wrap her mind around it

"This my child..is where it will all start"

"Who are you?" Amy asked, her words echoed through the void as the figure was now stepping Infront of her

But it didn't respond, it's eyes turned red, two pointy fangs were the only bright light that she could see.

"Oh Amy..its all my fault"

"Kamilah.." Amy breathed out. She closed her eyes shut trying to focus on her sweet voice but the darkness was pulling her away slowly

___

She was keeping her distance from Amy's bed. If she approached it would feel more real, more painful. The doctors left her alone in the room to say her goodbye but how can you say goodbye to the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with?

Her father gave her privacy even she protest against it. She made her way next to her slowly, every step more hurtful than the last.

"Oh Amy..its all my fault" she finally spoke, her voice was heavy filled with emotions

She wanted to stroke her hair, to hold her hand but she was afraid to feel her lifeless body, the woman who brought life everywhere she went is laying dead Infront of her very own eyes

"I am sorry..i am so sorry" her eyes were now wet, her heart was breaking and she could feel it, she felt like someone stabbed her million times over and over again

She felt responsible for all this, if they never met Amy would now be alive, breathing, enjoying life. She felt selfish for introducing her into her complicated life, for failing to protect her.

Her lips dared to touch her cold skin. It was so gentle, like she was scared that she would break her. She kissed her forehead whispering a prayer while she was pulling away.

Her tears now fell freely, even when she tried to wipe them away the kept falling uncomfortably. That's when a soft knock brought her back to reality

The doctor came in with the nurses, an apologetic look was drawn on his face "Its time" he said calmly but Kamilah was the opposite of calm

"No..no please" she whispered as the nurses pushed Amy's bed carefully trying to take her away

"No AMY NO" she screamed without realising it as the doctor held her still

She could easily break him apart but she couldn't, every nerve on her body was tensed, she tried to brush him off and get to Amy but he held her trying to explain that they do what they have to do

"Let me go!! You cant..you cant take her..no"

Even if she was the most powerful vampire she now felt weak, her legs were giving up as she watched Amy disappear into the hallway

The doctor placed her on a chair bringing her water but she just wrapped her arms around herself trying to convince herself that Amy didn't die. She held tight on the neckless she gave her on Solstice, the only piece she has left of her.

___

Gloria was walking down the street trying to reach the hospital when she noticed a familiar figure sitting on a bench outside. Her heart was racing, her husband called her heartbroken, but she prepared herself years now for this day

Hesitantly she approached Kamilah who was looking at the night sky lost in her own world, a word where there was still hope

She was so taken aback that she didn't noticed Gloria sitting next to her until she spoke

"I am sorry" she said wiping her own tears

Kamilah looked at her, all her pain turned into anger "What do you want?" Her voice was cold, detached from all her emotions

Gloria blinked at her, she didn't knew what to say, how to make her understand

"She was my daughter, i love her even if you believe otherwise"

"I really dont want to talk to you" Kamilah stood up but a hand on her shoulder stopped her, when she looked into the woman's eyes she could see regret, pain

"I know what you are"

"Yes, a hazard to society, i know your beliefs" she rolled her eyes, trying not to show vulnerability to the woman who hurt Amy for so many years

They sat in silence, each on her own thoughts. A silent sob came from Gloria while she reached her pocket handing Kamilah a photo of young Amy

"She was..she was eight years old here" she said sadly pointing at her bright smile "i wanted to protect her but i couldn't"

Kamilah's attention was caught at the true emotions she was showing. She held the photo trying not to let herself lose control, because if she did there was no turning back

"Why are you doing this now?" She asked trying to understand her intentions

Gloria sat back at the bench skeptical trying to find the correct words

"I know what you ar--"

"Yes we talked about this already"

"No dear..i know you are.." she paused thinking of the right words "a creature..the one i knew one day would come into my daughter's life"

Kamilah was speechless, maybe this way a trap, a way to get answers out of her. There is no way she could have known except if Amy told her, which she didn't

"I don't understand what are you implying"

"You might think i am the monster in this story, but i knew that a danger would approach soon"

For the first time Kamilah tried to understand Gloria. It felt like they had something in common, they both tried to protect Amy and they failed

"Your husband told me about the paparazzi you know" her anger was building up remembering the accident

"I..i simply wanted to know about your lives, i didn't think--"

"You didn't think that telling them where we are was dangerous??" Kamilah's tone now changed

"I..i wanted to protect Amy and she wouldn't talk to us so--"

But Kamilah now started walking away, tears escaping her eyes. She couldn't bear to look at the woman who was responsible for their accident, responsible for Amy's loss

"You can't run away from destiny" Gloria said looking at the photo in her hand

Kamilah stopped her tracks midway, the fury inside her ripping her apart. Beyond her control she grabbed Gloria by her collar her eyes turning crimson red

"She would be here if you didn't tell them anything!!"

She breathed hard trying to control her heartbeat, her grip wasn't tight anymore when she realised what she had done

Gloria didn't flinch instead she was calm, ready to deal with Kamilah's fury

"I..i am--"

"A vamprire, like her" she whispered. Her hands were trembling as her thoughts went back to all the visions she saw

"She told me that a..a prophecy will be fulfilled once..once she has Amy" her voice was now distant, afraid

Kamilah blinked "how..how do you.."

"I don't understand it..i thought if i kept her close nothing would happen..but her..she kept appearing in my dreams.. warning me"

Kamilah's stoic expression faded hearing Gloria explaining her visions, how each time she held Amy a threat would appear and then she understood.

"The first.." she breathed out, her voice trembling.

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