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therainywriter · 2 years ago

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A Dangerous Situation (Angst/Fluff)

Pairing: Tsuek'tu (Na'vi) x Reader

You were in awe, so entirely captivated by the beauty of the world around you.

This was your favorite time of the day. When the sky grows dark and a luminescent glow weaves through everything from the ground up. Your eyes were wide with wonder as you walked along the mossy ground, watching it light up with each step.

You could spend hours simply doing that, poking and prodding at the dirt, and still be amazed each and every time it brightens under your finger.

You adjusted your mask and lightly touched the leaf of a plant at your side, curious as to if it'd react at all. Though the flora itself did nothing, a strange animal lit up and spun off the top of it, twirling gracefully above you.

You gasped quietly and looked up in awe until the creature dimmed out of sight.

The gentle trickle of a flowing stream lured you to a shallow river. Bioluminescent plants and swimming fish illuminated the water and you couldn't help but draw closer.

You sat and dipped your feet in the cold water, watching as the small, glowing fish swam between your ankles. A smile pulled at your lips as you watched them, entranced with the curious organisms.

Little did you know, you too were being closely observed. Tsuek'tu had been following you since you'd begun these rather dangerous "nighttime adventures".

He was going to kill you, seeing you as nothing more than another demon here to destroy his home, but he didn't, by Eywa's will. Two atokirina had floated delicately at your side and the grass had pulsed with the steady beat of your heart that first time he saw you.

He couldn't bring himself to stay away after. He was so deeply troubled by you, conflicted with a growing need to be near you and protect your helpless being.

You went against everything he stood for, but he saw you.

A deep rumble made your head perk up and your stomach drop. Many times you'd followed this path and no danger had come to you, so you deemed it safe. Oh, how wrong you'd been.

You slowly scooted to your feet and looked around, a sick feeling settled in your gut. You froze when you saw a slick, black creature emerge from the dark forest.

The quills at the sides of its head shook with its growl as it slowly stalked towards you, ready to pounce at any moment. You stared into its green, predatory eyes, certain this was where you met your end.

This thanator was going to kill you and you couldn't do anything to stop it.

The creature lunged for you- you screamed and turned around, running as fast as you could, making sharp turns in hopes that maybe, just maybe you could escape it.

You could hear it behind you, how closely it followed. Just one wrong move and-

You cried out when something pulled you off your feet, hurling you to its body and moving quickly among the trees. You instinctively gripped onto what felt like shoulders, hiding your face on a warm chest.

"Please don't kill me!" you begged with teary eyes, unsure of what you were tucked so securely against.

A series of sharp, angry words were spoken at your ear, Na'vi words. "Shh, quiet." he scolded silently.

You gulped, a native had saved you. Your people have caused them nothing but pain and destruction, yet he rescued you. You couldn't begin to fathom why.

You did as he told and didn't speak, you simply clung to his body as he ran along the thick vine-like structures below you. The thanator hissed from below and backed off as if it didn't want to bother fighting the Na'vi.

He slowed his pace and eventually loosened his grip on your smaller body. He put you down, keeping his hands on your arms to steady you.

He was beautiful, breathtaking really. His eyes were molten gold and it felt as though they pierced straight through your soul.

His hair was long adorned with beads and braided back from his strong face. Many scars covered his body, some appeared more gnarly than the others and you found yourself wanting to ask what the stories behind them were.

"Are you stupid?" he asked with narrowed eyes, a frown pulling at his lips as your wondering gaze shot up.

Your mouth fell open a bit and you struggled to form a response, offended at both the question and genuine concern in the way he looked at you.

"N-no... no, I'm not stupid." you said with a slight frown, "There have never been- I thought that area was safe."

He furrowed his brows and shook his head, "Skxwang, no land is safe. There is always danger."

He didn't tell you that it was he who rid the forest of any visible threat to you. That he earned many scars ensuring your safety, allowing you to roam about his home wherever you pleased.

You felt embarrassed and your cheeks grew warm, "I'm sorry..." you apologized without thought.

He didn't respond, nor did he make a move to leave. He simply looked at you, his expression stern. "Why did you save me?" you asked curiously, tilting your head slightly as you awaited an answer.

He stood to his full height and looked away for a moment, seemingly thinking before turning back to you. "Nga yawne lo oer, muntxa." he said gently.

His words settled deep within you, they tugged at your heart and warmed you in an unfamiliar way. "I don't understand," you said, following behind him as he passed you and continued along the path.

"You are not meant to," he admitted, glancing behind his shoulder at you. His frown melted into a welcoming, amused smile. The sight warmed you, it felt almost familiar.

"Can you, at least, tell me your name... so I can thank you properly?" you questioned, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

He stopped suddenly and turned to face you, "Tsuek'tu te Reyatan Kah'akt, you may call me Tsuek'tu."

With that said, he pushed you off the thin strip of elevated land, grinning as you screamed and landed in a pile of bushes to break your fall.

You stood up with a small groan, holding back your complaints, and looked around. Your lab wasn't far from where you'd fallen and you felt relieved in knowing you wouldn't get lost trying to find home.

You looked up to where he had been only moments ago, only to find his place empty now, and smiled softly, "Thank you, Tsuek'tu."

The rest of the night you couldn't help but hope you'd see him again, Tsuek'tu, the Na'vi that saved you.

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skullsnbruises · 1 year ago

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If it's not too late, could you write about giant!ranboo encountering tiny! sbi+tubbo with some nom action and possible fear play? Also, I enjoy your artwork! ^-^

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Anxiously setting this down because it’s been so long since I got this request I am so sorry

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Taglist: @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do @local-squishmallow @dingbatnix @da3dm

Sleepwalker

(1199 words) [fearplay]

As the sun had set, and Michael was tucked into bed, and Tubbo was off spending time with the others on the server, Ranboo was left alone in their mansion with a certain sorrow in their chest. They were lonely and bored, but it was nighttime, and there was no need for any more activities to take up their day. Sleep would be a distraction from how they felt. Hopefully Tubbo would be back by the morning, and they could plan something like a picnic with their child.

Ranboo stood lonely over their king size bed, wishing for a moment that someone else was there, at least to talk to. They sighed and pushed the feeling down before climbing into bed, tucking themself in under the covers. They shuffled to their side and stared blankly at the wall, ender particles floating around dimly by their head. Slowly, they closed their eyes, drowning in late night thoughts until they dozed off.

When they woke, their brain was crowded with an uncomfortably familiar buzz, something speaking in a language that felt so natural, but so distant at the same time. They watched through their own eyes, as their body moved on its own. Standing up from the bed, kicking off the blankets, staring down at themself. Ranboo felt a dull panic, scared of this feeling but unable to do a thing about it. Something ached of deja vu, but between the amnesia the exact memory was lost.

Though, by the way Ranboo’s legs walked without them, they knew this had happened before. The particles that usually lazed about their head glowed brightly in neon hues of purple, blurring with speed as they circled and danced.

Oh yeah, enderwalking. Or whatever the server were calling Ranboo’s sleepwalk state.

Two toned hands met doorknob after doorknob, until they had left the mansion behind, out in the bitter cold of Snowchester. The country was frozen still as the snowstorm raged, sending icy flakes to battle against Ranboo’s ender particles. The body shivered, and Ranboo wished their sleepwalk state would have grabbed a coat before leaving, but alas. They were useless as they watched, body leaving fresh paw prints in their path, that would only soon be covered with more powdery white, judging by the swirling haze of snow.

‘Where were they going?’ Ranboo questioned as they took an unfamiliar path. The body stepped past into the garden, fields of crisp dead sprouts. ‘Why do we even plant here?’

They were in a clearing now. Plenty of room as the unconscious body stopped dead still. Unmoving, the eyes darted to the side, assuming the space around them. Ranboo was quiet in the back of their mind, viewing the space outside them carefully. It was beautiful, white filling the sky around a masterpiece of the same. The ocean lulled out powerfully against the icy shoreline. Wave after wave crashed, a gorgeous pattern of sound that echoed in the otherwise silent space. Something about winter was gentle and peaceful, silence and serenity. Despite the death of it all, between the lack of wildlife and the sleep of greenery, it was kind. Nature recharging for another year, where life would be brought back once again, a cycle of rebirth and death.

Maybe Ranboo was just tired to think so, though.

The world around them shook all of the sudden, and Ranboo felt anxious, unable to grab something to ground or hold still. Their heart thumped in their ears as they watched the landscape shrink around them. Everything became impossibly small, the frozen dead crops turning into tiny blips in their vision, and the mansion seeming like a dollhouse in scale.

They realized then, with a shocked horror, that the world didn’t shrink. Ranboo had grown. They were now a giant, towering over the infinite space of the server, scale stretched taller than the trees. ‘What is going on??’ They begged to nobody. Ranboo was aware they had powers, but this was unprecedented. They could do small things, like pick up grass blocks, not grow into a giant!

Suddenly, an insatiable appetite wracked through Ranboo’s body, his stomach growling to emphasize its point. His mind raced, demanding to meet his friends. The implications scared him, but they weren’t able to control the urge. They pulled out their communicator, and promptly asked for Tubbo’s coordinates. He returned them, and said he was hanging out with Wilbur, Tommy, Phil, and Techno. Ranboo purred deeply at the thought of more friends.

He quickly made his way over to the location, traveling so much easier with his newfound height, taking long strides over trees and otherwise annoying obstacles. They were making their way along with ease now.

It was only a few moments before Ranboo spotted the group, chatting happily with one another on the prime path. The first person to spot the looming ender hybrid was Tommy, who shouted out a yelp, pointing shakily to the sky. The others turned around and eyes widened. Tubbo faltered, Wilbur’s mouth was left agape, Phil and Techno reached instinctively for weapons, and Tommy was shouting incoherently.

Ranboo couldn’t care, his thoughts chirped away at wishing for his friends and husband. They crouched, movement slow. He cooed at the terrified group.

“Ranboo?!” Tubbo panted out in fear.

That was the last chance he had to speak before Ranboo’s hands came around his husband, and lifted him into the air effortlessly. He dangled his husband above him, opening his mouth with a swipe of his tongue. Tubbo screamed helplessly, before being dropped directly into Ranboo’s mouth. He felt him struggling and fighting against the squishy insides. Ranboo swallowed his husband down with a soft burp.

The others stared like deer in headlights. Too terrified to look away. Phil started to slowly back up, and Ranboo noticed immediately. He grinned and chuckled under his breath, causing tears to form in Tommy’s eyes. Then, their claws came back around, squishing the four into his palms. They laughed maniacally, almost enjoying the sense of fear he was inflicting onto them, the poor things didn’t realize they’d be okay.

His instincts had completely taken them over at this point, as the handful of friends was shoved into his mouth. They swished the bodies around from cheek to cheek, tongue curling around playfully. They felt weak punches from, probably, Tommy. His tongue came around something pointed, weapons. Using the prehensile appendage, he swiped the swords away from the two, and spat them out, the metal clanging against the path.

Then, a simple few swallows led the four down into his stomach. A sudden wave of fatigue washed over the enderman, and they rubbed at their mismatched eyes.

He made his way casually back to the mansion, watching scenically as the land transitioned from grass, to sea, to snow. When their presence was introduced back into Snowchester, they realized they were too giant to go back into the mansion. Upon this mild annoyance, he laid down among the snow, the coldness like a shivering blanket. They wrapped around themself, curling into a comfy little ball, tail curled over his legs.

The struggle inside his stomach amused him, as they dozed off to sleep.

#posts by sunny #mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #mcyt vore #dsmp vore #sunnys fics #g!ranboo #pred!ranboo #t!wilbur #t!philza #t!techno #t!tommy

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argisthebulwark · 2 years ago

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Bruh why would u hurt my feelings making me think of the dragonborn having to leave Brynjolf… now im thinking about what he would do when they came back… the emotions … the tension….

At first Brynjolf would be desperate for any shred of information about them. He'd spend extra time in taverns listening for any clue of what the Dragonborn had been up to. If he was feeling brave he'd approach the bartender and ask about current events praying to hear they were safe.

It hurt like hell every time. Hearing about what they were doing - fighting dragons, saving towns, venturing across the continent, it dragged his loss to the surface. It hurt like it was fresh and new again. Brynjolf would curl in on himself with both hands pressed to his chest praying to heal the hole they'd left behind.

As time passed he'd learn to tune out the gossip. Half of it was untrue anyway. He avoided the marketplace and the taverns to keep himself insulated from it. He never forgot about them but learned to leave that part of his mind alone, thinking about them always hurt like an old bruise. He wasn't sure they would come back.

He finally began taking jobs across Skyrim once again as the Guild stabilized. He trusted Delvin and Karliah to take care of it in their stead. Fresh air would feel good, reminding him that the world wasn't as terrifying as the rumors of dragons and civil war made it seem. That deep, hopeful part of his heart he'd suffocated so long ago would jump at the idea of spotting them in a crowd.

Of course he wouldn't spot them. It had been months since Brynjolf left them at the Whiterun gates with a promise to return. He had to wonder how much they would change during their time away - a hero of Skyrim surely had better things to do than return to the Flagon. With a new resolve to refocus himself on his Guild Brynjolf hopped down the ladder into a suspiciously empty Cistern.

It was late, he couldn't blame everyone for gathering in the Flagon. He'd avoided it for a while - he felt their absence every time he sat at the bar without them leaning into his side or pestering him to have one more drink. Brynjolf took a breath, reminding himself that he was ready. They had been gone for months, it was healthy to move on. He couldn't be stuck in the past forever.

All conversations paused for a moment when he entered the tavern. He meant to head straight to the bar and order a drink to get back into his usual rhythm but stopped dead in his tracks. Brynjolf felt his heart stutter when he saw the eyes he'd been dreaming about staring straight back at him.

"Hey, Bryn." His name had never sounded so heavenly. Brynjolf steeled himself for the rejection. He wouldn't grovel for them to stay. They had better things to do, more important jobs to deal with.

"How's savin' the world?" He finally answered, struck by how nice it was to talk to them again. He'd spent so many nights wondering what it would be like if they returned - would they remember what they'd shared? Would they still want him the way they had before, when they were merely a thief?

"Over." They breathed the word like a sign of relief. "It's over."

Tension thickened through the Flagon. Brynjolf noted the way other thieves averted their gazes or picked up conversations with each other, subtly giving them whatever privacy they could. Brynjolf felt the Dragonborn's eyes watching him but couldn't move, couldn't figure out what he wanted.

He wanted to forget everything that had happened. He wanted to forget the months of worry and fear. He wanted to kiss them again. He wanted to keep himself safe from another broken promise and to hear them say they hadn't forgotten him. His stomach turned.

"Wanna get some fresh air?" Brynjolf couldn't answer them past the knot in his throat. He nodded, walking briskly through the Cistern and out into the cool nighttime air. It was easier to breathe away from the dozens of eyes watching his every move.

He didn't hear them approach until a hand grasped his arm. Brynjolf wanted nothing more than to forget everything when he felt them leaning close to him. He knew the expression that would be on their face and couldn't bear it. As soon as he looked at them he'd lose his resolve.

"You didn't lose your touch." He managed to keep his voice even, hiding the emotions raging inside his mind. He heard them laugh and felt his heart melting at all the memories it conjured, all the reasons to allow them back in.

"Of course not. I couldn't come back out of practice, I don't think I'd survive another round of training."

"I didn't think you were comin' back." Admitting it felt like a massive weight was lifted from his shoulders. Brynjolf summoned the courage to look down at them and readied himself for whatever they said next.

"I promised you." They smiled up at him, a hand brushing over his cheek and he broke. Brynjolf let the Dragonborn sweep his hair aside, fingers lingering on his face when he hesitated. Were they truly acting like nothing had changed?

"Don't come back just for me." Brynjolf struggled to keep his voice low. "You have a whole new life out there, love. Go enjoy it, yeah?"

"I don't want a new life." Their voice cracked and Brynjolf's heart broke with it. "The only thing that got me through all that was coming back to my life. I thought about you every night."

Brynjolf tried to process everything. He'd spent so long catastrophizing. He didn't think they would even come back to say goodbye before being swept away to a grand new life. They were the Dragonborn. Their eyes hardened and he felt their hand retract from his face. He'd fucked it all up.

"Do you not want this?"

They were slipping away. Brynjolf didn't think when he dove forward, cupping their face in his hands. Tears smeared on his palms when Brynjolf kissed them. It stole the breath from his lungs, like the world turned upside down but he didn't mind. The Dragonborn kissed him for the first time in so many months and he felt whole again.

"I love you." He breathed against their lips, desperate to get the words out before he lost them. "Lettin' you go was the hardest thing I've ever done."

"Really?" They sniffled, fingers tucking into his armor. He was thrilled with every touch that he'd lived so long without.

"Almost killed me, love." It hurt to admit but he had to put it out there. He couldn't keep putting up walls between them, couldn't keep blaming them for something out of their control. "I can't do it again."

"I'm here to stay." When the Dragonborn wrapped their arms around his waist he swore he'd never let them go again. "You're stuck with me."

#asks #anon #writing #brynjolf #skyrim #brynjolf/ldb

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for-quill-with-love · 6 months ago

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I woke up damp. It'd rained during the night. I needed a roof over my head soon, or I would end up sick.

I still couldn't message [aliferous-ly]. What did this mean? I hoped I didn't get a limited number of messages for each user. I would have to be careful with my messages until I heard back from them.

While walking down to check on my budding farm, I found this little guy napping. What did he--?

I was going to have to reinforce my sheep pen.

I left the fox alone. It didn't know any better. It was just trying to survive.

I hadn't known any better.

After tending my farm, I turned my attention back to my house, laying down mud and deepslate to coat the walls. It fought me every step of the way. I didn't have the right blocks to make a dark palette work!

I needed another block-- wait. Cherry bark was dark, right?

I grabbed the sapling I had brought with me from spawn and dusted handfuls of bone meal over it. After chopping down the tree and planting the saplings it'd given me, I had enough cherry bark to work with while I waited for the new saplings to grow.

That was my afternoon: chopping down cherry trees and peeling the bark to coat my walls.

I had missed this. For the first time since getting dumped in this world, I felt satisfied with my day's work. The cherry had been the missing piece.

It was subtle, but that was what I needed. Something to bridge the gap between the warmth of the lavender floor and the cooler tones of deepslate in the walls.

The rest of the basement came together quickly after that.

I laid down the first floor to get the basement closed off before it could try to rain again. I didn't want to have a swimming pool on my hands.

Nighttime snuck up on me faster than I expected, and I curled up with a bottle of cider to admire my work. It was coming together.

This was the last night I would spend outside in the cold.

The house was going to turn out larger than I had expected, but the space would do me good. I would be able to breathe freely inside.

#day 10 #gimmick blog #minecraft story #modded minecraft #story blog #first draft

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imagoddamnonionmason · 5 months ago

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Hey Jodie! 🧡

How do you and Frank spend time with Ashley? What do you all like to do together?👀🧡

(I'm going to answer this as though Ashley is only a toddler.)

"Usually, it's chasing around after her," Jodie chuckled, "as soon as she was able to walk, that was it, she was off like a shot."

There is a smile on her face as she continues, with a little more of a serious note to her tone, "Frank and I spend a lot of time just being with her, whenever we can. Work can sometimes keep us both occupied which is why we don't waste a second of our time with our daughter."

A beat.

"We really enjoy taking her out to different places, seeing her reactions to different things. It's nice to watch her experience the world," Jodie takes a deep, satisfied breath, "also, nighttime is one of my favourite moments. We take turns to put her to bed, reading her stories- though sometimes Frank likes to make up new ones."

She taps her chin in thought, a mirthful glow to her, "oh- and the usual routine once Ashley is settled is her demanding we both give her a kiss on the forehead. If she knows we're both home, she has to be seen by both of us, or she's right back up and coming to jump on our bed."

Another thought passes her mind and she is excited to add it to the spoken list, "Frank also likes to rub his face against Ashley's cheek, because she always screams and giggles that it's tickling her. I'll watch as he chases her around the living room- he'll scoop her up and refuse to put her down until she'd giggled herself silly."

Jodie is aglow with joy at this memory, something she sees happen quite often in the Woods household.

She adds, with much sincerity, "I don't know what I'd do without them both."

#thank you ann!! hope you enjoy this!#goose answers #canon x oc #woods/bell oc #jodie hall #frank woods #Ashley woods #call of duty #black ops cold war #cod bell oc #bocw oc

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faustianbroker · 1 year ago

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: A dirt road in the Pines / Owen’s apartment PARTIES: Leviathan (@faustianbroker) & Owen (@apaininyourneck) SUMMARY: Owen comes across a bloodied and full greater demon post-shift. It needs some TLC and a nap, so he takes it home. CONTENT WARNINGS: Mild implied WRspice (fades to black)

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Shifting could be a tiring experience, especially when it was so far from the ocean. Deep in the Pines, walking along a dirt road that might not have even had a name, Leviathan was looking straight out of a slasher film. Its human vessel, nude and smeared with blood that hadn’t yet dried, padded along through the dirt without a care in the world. The only part of it that gave away its fatigue was those heavy-lidded eyes—dark and vast like a shark that smelled blood in the water.

Or in this case, blood leaking from whatever it was dragging behind it.

A coppery tang followed the creature as it strolled through the temperate nighttime air, unperturbed by the twin pinpricks of light that appeared through the trees—a vehicle was coming its way. It made no move to hide or dispose of the hunk of human that it clutched in one hand, continuing the lazy gait as the car got closer and eventually bathed it in artificial light.

Its long hair was only still partially contained in a bun, the rest falling down to its shoulders, giving it a very ‘I just woke up’ look, if waking up involved mauling somebody for breakfast. Squinting its eyes against the light, tongue pressing against the back of its teeth, it wondered if it was going to have to shift a second time and have another full course meal. If that was the case, it might just end up sleeping in the woods. Digesting humans took rest, after all.

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Usually, Owen didn’t take ‘spending the night’ literally. Mornings could lead to unnecessary conversations that were easily avoided by not being there - plus, his bed rarely found a worthy competitor when it came to comfort. It was a nice time to drive, too, especially here. The roads were fairly abandoned this time of night, allowing him to fuck the speed limit and get home quickly.

It had looked like a trick of the light at first, shadow moving slowly down the road some distance away. Slowing down the car gave a clearer picture. A man, tainted red with something that - in this town - probably wasn’t paint. Once the car came to a full stop and Owen’s eyes moved further, a likely source of the blood came into view. Eyes trailed back up from the remains of a corpse, taking a moment to appreciate the parts of the charming physique visible beneath the blood because being drenched in bodily fluids wasn’t enough, this man had gone the whole mile and lost his clothes as well.

Unbothered eyes were now staring at the windshield and even though Owen was sure him and the inside of the car were obscured by the glaring headlights, the dark gaze sent a shiver down his back. Not the undead kind of shiver, however, making this whole situation a little less annoying and a bit more intriguing. The shifters he’d heard of didn’t usually drag back leftovers. Possibly another hunter, discarding evidence and if so, wasn’t it his civil duty to help the guy out? And definitely not because this night’s entertainment had been a bit on the unimpressive side and other hunters were great for blowing off steam. Another option was just a run of the mill serial killer and honestly, wouldn’t it be kind of funny to watch him try and kill a slayer?

Rolling down his window slowly, very aware of where every weapon in his car was currently stashed, Owen dimmed the headlights to a less aggressive glow and popped his head out the window. “Rough night?”

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Slowing to a stop as the car did, the opposing forces found themselves at a stalemate. Leviathan just stood and watched, corners of its mouth twitching up into a slight smile as it noticed the window begin to roll down. The lights dimmed, allowing a better view of the person inside, and that smile broadened.

Fingers caked in blood curled tightly into the fabric of the corpse’s jeans, hefting the lower half of a person after it as it stepped closer. Nothing about its pace or movements were sudden—languid was the name of the game, tonight.

“Rough? No…” it purred, gaze raking over the car before settling back on the driver. “Quite nice, actually.” A slow turn of its head let it look back at the remains of its dinner, and with a sigh, it released its grip and let the leg drop back into the dirt with its twin. Those filthy hands then came to prop themselves against the car door, settling over the gap where the window hid as the demon lowered itself into a crouch. The expression it wore was… still very much resembled an animal more than a man, except perhaps for that smile that had yet to leave its lips.

“Don’t suppose you… know somewhere a fella can wash off the remains of dinner, hm?”

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Green eyes flickered from the torn up jeans to the man dragging them along, strolling casually. Whoever this was, they weren’t afraid of witnesses. Whether they didn’t care about being caught or didn’t plan on leaving a witness… well, Owen had never shied away from a good gamble. Even so, one hand did rest on his knee, close enough to grab the knife from his boot. Just in case. Unless this man was taking tips from smugglers, he looked unarmed.

The smell of blood wafted up the closer the stranger got, reminding Owen of times pushed deep behind walls and for a moment, he expected those carefree eyes to flash red. They didn’t but something in them hinted at a less-than-human interior. Definitely something different, new. Dangerously exciting, exacerbated by the tone of the man’s voice.

Leaning back in his seat as stained hands rested on the car, Owen got a better look at the man. Despite the languid movements, the challenge was palpable. There was no sense of fear, nor shame at being caught stark naked and dragging the scene of a crime along. Like they had done this a million times before. A few of the slayer’s theories were buried when the man spoke - dinner. The discarded body, or what remained of it, didn’t look like the remnants of an animal attack. Odds of it being a shifter felt slim.

Pausing for a moment, fingers drumming against the wheel and gaze never leaving the other’s, holding a challenge of their own, he finally spoke. “If it keeps me from ending up like that poor fucker, I guess I could give you a ride.” Always better to be an accomplice than a witness, right?

The door’s lock clicked before it swung open, long legs swinging out and bringing Owen to stand in front of this strange creature, whatever he was. And yeah, he was maybe a little bit pleased to have an inch or two on the other man - it was something to hold onto when faced with what would have been an intimidating display of confidence to anyone less cocky than the slayer. “Not spending tomorrow deep cleaning the fucking seats, though.” Cocky or not, Owen never took his eyes off the stranger as he moved for the trunk of the car, popping it open to retrieve a blanket. A blanket that, if closely examined, definitely had some old blood stains of its own.

—

Ah, good. The night wouldn’t be spent wandering through the trees until it reached the sea, then. Wherever this stranger decided to drive them was a non-issue; Leviathan had no fear of being compromised. The man’s apparent interest was enough to give the demon confidence that it wasn’t walking into a trap, or at least not one that it couldn’t handle.

It’d handled the one that was half eaten in the middle of the road, after all.

Rising to its feet and stepping back as the locks clicked, Leviathan’s gaze tracked the stranger with a glint of curiosity—it wasn’t exactly a normal situation that they found themselves in, but the taller of them (impressively so) seemed completely unbothered. It made the creature wonder what else he got up to during his free time. Hm. Could be fun, after all.

“Fair…” it muttered, accepting the bloodstained blanket and draping it around its shoulders, adding to the menagerie of stories told by darkened fabric. Fully abandoning the mess of gore in the road, Leviathan circled around to the passenger side door and tugged it open, dropping into the seat with all the grace of a lion after a large meal.

Lifting a hand to its face, the demon used the blanket to briefly swipe at the blood that clung to its beard, glancing down at the fabric as it pulled back. Then its dark gaze slid over to meet the stranger’s, chin tilted down for a moment, lending an intensity to the stare that dissipated as it cocked its head back instead. “I’m Levi. Don’t care where you take me, so long as there’s water.”

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With the car on the move again, Owen kept his eyes on the lit up road, well aware of the searing gaze on the side of his face. The plan had been to go home but at the stranger’s request, he figured a pit stop might be smart. His neighbors had caught enough glimpses of oddities for now. Odds were that he’d be finishing the drive alone but this Levi had piqued his interest enough to possibly be offered a place to rest for the night. Well, mostly rest. Provided that the man, large body packed into the compact car in an almost comedic way, didn’t fall asleep on the way towards ‘some water.’

“Owen,” he provided back, questions burning on his tongue. “We talking like a shower or… body of water?” he finally asked since there was not a lot of information provided at this point. For someone with a bloodied and definitely deadly man in his car, Owen was the picture of calm. If this Levi decided he wanted to get rid of the slayer, well… at least he wasn’t going down without a fight. If not, then it was always nice to learn more about this town’s oddities. In a purely academic way, of course.

One hand still on the wheel, Owen dug around for the pack of cigarettes with the other, shaking one out before passing the lighter over to Levi. “A hand?” he asked around the cigarette in his mouth, leaning over to allow for the other to assist him in lighting it. Something he could, and had very often done, by himself while driving but what was the fun in that?

—

With a lazy shrug, Leviathan let its head roll back against the headrest, glancing out the window. “Doesn’t matter… baptisms these days, y’know, they don’t take much.” The sound of the cigarettes rattling around in their pack drew its attention back to the driver’s seat and it smirked as it was offered the lighter. Taking it wordlessly, the demon flicked it to life with its left hand, holding it aloft for Owen and waiting patiently for him to inhale and ignite the grit. “These things’ll kill you, you know,” it mused with a lopsided grin, plucking the cigarette from the man’s mouth before he could move away, popping it in its own mouth to take a drag. It maintained eye contact with him the entire time, looking pretty amused with itself as it flipped the grit around again and leaned in closer than was necessary to return it to its home between the other’s lips once it was done.

“Where you takin’ me, anyway?”

—

Owen snorted a laugh, reminded of the cross in its place around his neck. For someone who had worn it since childhood, he was astoundingly atheist, and honestly a bit annoyed that it had to be this around his neck to ward off vampires. “Don’t think a baptism is going to save you now,” he retorted, even though no actual answer had been provided as to why the man cared so much about a water source. Other than the obvious fact of washing off the drying blood.

Green eyes glinted when the unofficial game of chicken continued, his cigarette now lined with a red rim where Levi’s lips had wrapped around it. “That’s giving me a pretty high life expectancy. You know, for someone who invited you for a ride.” With the return of the cigarette came another fresh wave of that tangy, iron laced smell. Despite all the years passed and effort put into distancing himself from that time in his life, Owen’s body had not completely forgotten. That amused, hungry look coupled with the smell and now, with the cigarette back in his mouth, the taste of blood; conditioning was a hell of a thing, his own blood rushing in practiced anticipation.

“Mm,” Owen mused, blowing out smoke. “My original plan was just to head home. Have a drink, moan about the unreliable quality of one night stands these days.” A pause and a glance in Levi’s direction. “There is a shower, if that interests you. The neighbors have honestly seen worse, they know better than to ask questions. Otherwise I’m open to suggestions.” Was bringing this man back to where he lived borderline suicidal? Probably, but the risk did make it that much more enticing. And maybe, if he was lucky, he’d get some answers from him later on.

—

“No? Well, it’ll be fun, anyway. Makes me feel good n’ sinful,” Leviathan answered with a smirk. As the smoke curled around its lips, painted arm drawing back toward its body now that the cigarette was safely in the other’s possession, the demon let out a hum. “Good point. Kind of a… fucked up thing to do, isn’t it?” It gave Owen a once-over, despite the dark interior of the car, finding it easy enough to see with those animalistic eyes. The question was rhetorical because of course it was a fucked up thing to do, they both obviously knew that, and Leviathan was into it.

It seemed Owen might’ve been a bit, too.

“Unreliable? That’s a shame. I’d hate for a fella kind as you to end a night unsatisfied.” A shower would do just fine. “It’s settled, then. Take me home with you. I’ll be sure to make up for the favor.”

—

A fucked up thing to do? Owen hummed back, fingers flexing on the wheel. “Definitely not the worst,” he replied simply. After this many years of reckless behavior and what some would consider a lack of conscience, Owen had racked up a decent list of ‘fucked up’ things. A pleased nod was all the response Levi got once he accepted the offer, car shifting gears and speeding up.

The good thing about the middle of the night was the lack of curious observers. Always prepared for the worst, Owen had already fabricated some bullshit story about the blood drenched and blanket covered man he was leading up the staircase but it proved unnecessary. Leading him into the apartment, past the door that still bore marks of the last vampire break in, Owen gestured towards the bathroom.

“Make yourself at home.” Heading straight for the kitchen, he pulled out a nice bottle of tequila, holding it up for the other man to see. “You don’t exclusively eat people, right?”

—

A curious gaze settled upon the marks on the door, lingering as they passed through the threshold. Right, well, that made some sense, considering the company he seemed to keep—it was a nugget of information on the stranger that Leviathan stored away for later, its attention refocusing as it stepped fully inside the apartment. It first looked to where the bathroom was, then let its gaze follow Owen into the kitchen. The appearance of a bottle of amber-colored liquor brought a lazy smile to its face, and it shook its head. “Not exclusively, no,” it answered slowly, letting the blanket slip free from its shoulders to drop to the floor. “Back in a flash…”

The wash was expeditious—enough to keep it from getting blood all over everything it touched, but not really enough to fully erase the coppery smell that still clung to it, particularly in its long hair. Good enough for the purposes of what remained of the night, it thought, exiting the shower and using a fresh towel to pat dry before securing it low around its waist. It took in more details of the apartment as it moved through the hall, back to where it had left Owen, expectant and likely impatient. He seemed the type.

—

With little else to do, since he couldn’t even snoop through the man’s belongings while he waited, Owen went to clean the bloody footprints in his apartment. Perhaps better to not have some stranger’s DNA all over his apartment if a murder investigation went through. Even though the half of a man that had been left on the side of a road didn’t exactly look like he’d been killed by a human. Which still begged the question of what exactly Levi was.

The two poured glasses were waiting patiently when Levi reappeared, just as Owen was throwing away his gloves, unmarked bottle of sodium percarbonate still sitting on the counter. “You better be worth the cleaning,” he commented casually, handing the other man a glass before leaning back against the counter, letting his eyes trail over the now clean view. “So,” he started, swirling the liquid before taking a sip, “you’re not undead but if there is a risk of you turning into a giant wolf or bear or whatever the hell else there is, I’d appreciate just being prepared beforehand.”

He probably could have waited until after, maybe should have waited, but curiosity was hard to keep under wraps. Even with other temptations standing right in front of him.

—

The remark was met with a cocky smirk and perhaps even a small scoff—Leviathan was always worth it. Didn’t matter what that ‘it’ was, you really couldn’t do much better than have a bonafide greater demon on your side, particularly one that had shed all the old ways.

“A giant wolf?” Leviathan chuckled, shaking its head. “No. Not a shifter—not like that, anyway. Though I can take any form I please, but I have a few favorites.” It glanced down at itself, then gave a small shrug. “This is one of them, actually.” As it looked back up at Owen, gaze meeting his over the rim of the glass as it took a sip, it knew the question that was begging to be asked. It was one the demon had heard thousands of times in dozens upon dozens of different scenarios over the last several centuries, since humans had had the wits about them to ponder such things. And, as always, the answer it gave was simple:

“There’s nothing quite like me, Owen,” it purred, stepping up close to the slayer. Its free hand slid up his chest, stopping over the top of the necklace he wore, fingers pressing the cross against his collarbone. “The idiots that wrote The Good Book seem to have a lot of terrible things to say about me, but as usual, they pretty significantly missed the mark.”

—

As vague as the man - creature - was being, this was still more information than Owen had previously been working with. Something different and definitely more powerful than a run of the mill shifter judging from the chuckle. Curiosity was a strangely powerful aphrodisiac, especially mixed with the knowledge that if Levi so pleased, he could probably tear the slayer to pieces. Not one to relinquish control over… well, anything, this unspoken shift in dynamic was a rare sort of high.

Only through pure stubbornness did Owen’s breath stay steady as strong hands slid across his chest, the only visible response being his pupils dilating. Those things weren’t quite under conscious control. “Can’t say I’ve read it,” he replied, voice low. Something goddamn biblical. Seemed about right. One hand reached up in return, thumb swiping across the crook of Levi’s neck, pulling back with the blood removed from the other’s skin now staining his finger.

“Maybe give me some of the highlights of what those idiots got wrong, then?” A final sip from the glass, leaving it empty before he placed it on the counter, hands now free to pull off his shirt. Just to make sure he wasn’t giving the impression that he only wanted to talk.

—

Mirroring the other’s action, Leviathan downed what remained in the glass and leaned in close to reach past Owen, depositing it on the counter beside its mate. As it pulled back again, Owen was busy removing his shirt, making them a little more even in the area of nudity. The demon smiled, half-lidded eyes dancing over the other man’s bare chest. “Well,” it began in a breathy tone, grasping Owen by the waist with one hand and pulling him closer, dark gaze darting up the slight incline to meet the slayer’s own, “for one thing, they tried to call me the embodiment of envy, which is silly. Lust, maybe,” it breathed on Owen’s neck, chin tilting up to brush those lips over the other’s ear, “But envy? Nothing to be envious of. For what, exactly, does a god want?” It hooked its thumb over the top of Owen’s pants, then, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of his neck. “They also claimed I was annihilated, but… I feel pretty alive.”

—

With every legitimate sense Owen possessed, this being in front of him seemed human. The skin underneath the slayer’s roaming hands gave no inclination to what hid underneath, he looked and sounded like any other and smelled… well, he smelled like Owen’s soap which was a surprising little thrill. But it was all true, wasn’t it? A gut feeling tried to awaken the dull alarm bell in his mind when those eyes met his own, something innate told him to fear the low rumble of the other’s voice. Warning signs that were all ignored, of course, but proved that there was something holier-than-thou currently dragging its teeth over his neck and sending shivers down his spine.

“I have an idea of what you might want at this moment,” Owen couldn’t help but tease, even though teasing was getting to be a bit too little at the moment. Even so, slender fingers wrapped around Levi’s wrist, halting the tug at his jeans. “You’re making my expectations pretty high, y’know?” he breathed, head tilting down, breath mixing with Levi’s from the proximity of their lips. “Sure you can match up to them?”

—

Being stopped was not how this typically went, and Leviathan smiled after a half-second of hesitation. “Never had a problem with it before,” it answered, head canting slightly to the side. “Don’t see why that should start now.” It let itself linger there for a moment, drinking in the other’s carefully restrained desire as their lips lightly brushed together. But then it spoke instead of the more obvious action it could have taken, one hand darting up to grip Owen by the back of his neck, the other bracing against the small of his back.

“I am not a patient extra-dimensional creature,” it said against his skin. “And I think I’ve shown excellent restraint thus far. So you’re going to take me to your room, and you’re going to do as I say, understand?” Now it initiated firmer contact of their mouths, teeth caging the man’s lower lip between them for a beat, feeling perhaps sharper than they ought to have. “I’m still a little peckish, after all.” It was a threat made in good humor, but it also wasn’t empty. It figured Owen probably understood that at this point.

—

It was brief, barely noticeable - the slightest pause in response to Owen’s actions. Under normal circumstances, riling someone up was a fairly standard thing to do. When dealing with a creature whose victim Owen had seen and left in the middle of the road somewhere, it probably bordered on suicidal. But fuck if it wasn’t worth it, fingers grasping his neck in a vice grip that held much more strength than the body in front of him should have possessed. The rumbling voice, the demands, made him feel faint in a way that was probably really fucking problematic but that didn’t register at the moment.

For the second time this evening, the bitter taste of blood appeared in his mouth, lip split open just so by what felt like sharp teeth and oh, that was a bundle of feelings to be unraveled at a later point. After only the slightest of pauses, figuring he’d tested his luck enough for now, Owen’s fingers found the edge of the towel and tugged. “Fair enough,” he breathed and, in a very rare instance of obedience, did as he was told.

—

Even with Owen’s ‘high expectations’, Leviathan seemed to be fully capable of meeting and surpassing them. With cleanup out of the way, the demon was free to make itself comfortable in the stranger’s bed, announcing that it would be staying, and Owen could take it home in the morning. It was telling, not asking. Not unlike a recently-fed gator, the man-shaped creature had chosen its spot and would not be moved until it felt like moving.

“Now that we’ve seen to our baser instincts,” it began in a low, soothing tone, “was there anything more specific you were hoping to ask me?” Leviathan was never one to turn down an opportunity to talk about itself, and since they still had however many hours left until the sun rose, it figured now was a great time to address the curiosity that had clearly been eating away at the other before things had taken a more heated turn.

—

There was very little to complain about. His healing would take care of any bruises before they really had a chance to form and the taste of blood had mostly left his mouth, the rest washed away by the second round of tequila Owen had brought over once Levi had made his plans known. He wasn’t the cuddling type but rarely went so far as to immediately throw people out to the street in the middle of the night. The fact that Levi had simply stated his wants and expectations, much like before, did stir up Owen’s innate sense of defiance. But he was too content to deal with that now.

Judging by how well settled Levi looked on the bed, Owen wouldn’t have been surprised if the other had dozed off. Instead, he opened up the conversation from earlier, instantly reawakening the slayer’s curiosity and pushing away all of his own thoughts of sleep. Propping himself up on one elbow to watch the other, looking decidedly human at this very moment, Owen hummed. “Since you don’t always look like an Australian swimwear model, what do you really look like? And what type of thing even are you, if you have a better word than extra-dimensional?”

—

Leviathan let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through the long hair that framed its head on the pillow like a honey and cinnamon halo. “Very to the point, I like that,” it purred, matching the other’s pose as it propped itself on one arm, the other wandering across the space between them to find Owen’s hip. Its gaze fell there as well as it began to speak, eyes flicking up to meet the slayer’s about halfway through the statement.

“I’m a monster, baby. A thing of fuckin’ nightmares.” It held the other’s gaze, fingers grazing up his side and over the arm that was draped there. “And if you saw what I really look like, the way I look back home… well, you’d lose your damn mind. Too incomprehensible, too vast.” It smiled a toothy smile. “But I do have other bodies I use here, in your dimension. Think… well. Think sea monster, I suppose. That’s what I’ve been called since I first started coming here. The Kraken, Cthulhu, Cetus, Scylla, Jörmungandr, Umibōzu, Yacumama, Tiamat… the list goes on. The one I’m using right now, though, is Leviathan. It has a certain… je ne sais quoi.” That smile lessened, but did not leave entirely. “They call me a demon, but this isn’t your Sunday school variety of malevolence. I dunno who the fuck God is supposed to be, but they’ve got nothing to do with me.”

—

“Subtlety has never been my strong suit,” Owen admitted, grinning at the suddenly soft touch roaming his side. Despite his innate lack of sleep, the slayer was definitely feeling the call of passing the fuck out right about now but even that wouldn’t be enough to keep him from a second round, if prompted. Especially with the otherworldly explanations spilling from Levi’s mouth, stirring the pot of intrigue. For someone who had lived and breathed the world of the supernatural from birth, it was a fun change of pace to be genuinely enthralled by something. “I’ll try to conjure up a mental image from some of my more trippier trips, then,” he joked.

“And Leviathan definitely makes you sound more fuckable than Jörmungandr, let’s be real,” he agreed, eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden shift in energy. If not connected to the Bible’s bullshit holy purpose, what the hell did a creature fitting Levi’s description even do? Did Levi himself know? “What is your variety of malevolence, then?” Owen prompted, green sparkling with unbridled interest as his eyes focused on the human-yet-not pair staring back. “Besides snacking on people and making some poor bartender cater to your whims.”

—

“I dunno, I think you’ve about got it, there,” Leviathan mused, stalling on giving a real answer for a few moments as it considered the question.

It had no purpose. No drive. It didn’t wish to bend others to its will like so many of its kin—like the one that had all of Wynne’s family beneath its heel. It had done that, and instead of relishing the praise and power given by lesser lifeforms, it had simply grown bored.

There’s something wrong with you, one of its kind had told it once. You’re broken. Different. You give these creatures too much credit, and you let them take too much of your time. They are beneath you, yet you act like you are one of them. It’s pathetic. Disgusting. Shameful.

Yeah, well, fuck that.

“Whatever tickles my fancy in the moment, I suppose. I haven’t got a reason to be here other than the free entertainment.” And the child. The child that’d outgrown its influence and whose intrinsic connection to Leviathan was beginning to feel like a burden. An experiment that seemed to have no more surprises in store that the demon wanted to experience. “But,” it added in a lower tone, hand gliding up to Owen’s shoulder only to push it back down into the pillows behind him, allowing Leviathan the leverage to lean over the top of him, “I’m really enjoying making this poor bartender cater to my whims, so I think I’ll keep him, hm?” Even though it ended in a lilted hum, it was not a question.

It figured the human knew that well enough by now.

#. thread ;#. with ; owen lundkvist #. don't be shy ;#wrspice

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taj-explorers · 3 months ago

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nataliesilverman · 8 months ago

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I find vampire allegory a bit flawed.

If you go with the race angle, you're injecting tangible biological differences in reproduction, diet, neurological differences, and environment into the fray.

Like vampires EAT people. They're apex predators, and if you say they're demons, they're an invasive species. If you go with hte virus angle, they're a plague. I have never liked this idea because it's an outright racist/eugenicist/racialist narrative.

Class is another mess but it is still flawed depending on how your vampires work. If they're demons, we've got a political element due to a foreign invasion/globalism undertone. Things from another world coming into yours and picking off the most vulnerable in society has protectionist vibes. So I still don't really like this. This can be viewed as an immigration issue, with foreigners coming in to commit and defile our women. Maybe not a DIRECT parallel, as vampires don't often have the numbers to replace a significant number of human jobs, but I can say society would benefit from them working night shift, but that also depends on if they abuse their positions to break into houses and eat people while they sleep, so...maybe also not the best narrative to have.

But then there's the classic ol' Wealth and Royalty allegory. Your Dracula type. An aristocrat who bleeds the land dry and has aspirations of world dominance. I kind of view this as the only real acceptable allegory for a vampire narrative. A single intelligent predator who's extremely difficult to kill, who sires an elite army of loyalists and simps. Doesn't really do a lot of working outside of biting people to indocrinate them to capitalism, and spending time with a harem of female vampires. But this can also be used as a populist narrative to inspire paranoia. "Who amogus is a vampire?"

Like when I get asked why I have vampires in my narrative when I have them feed on cloned blood, walk around in the sun (which the OG Dracula COULD DO so shut the fuck up already) but I don't use any of the common tropes, this is why. I feels ethically wrong to take societal issues and attach biology to them. That's eugenicist propaganda with a fantastical coat of paint slapped on it. It's best to view vampires as they are; people who feed on the blood of others. In a scifi setting, I feel they would very quickly resort to slavery or blood cloning. Even the demonic aspect seems off to me, because these thousands of years old spirits who possess humans seem rather unintelligent like animals and it always leaves me wondering why they're so dumb. Like a predator that looks human is an imitation predator. It would NEED a high IQ to blend in unless it just lives in the sewers until nighttime. In which case like, humans would catch on and either clean out their hideouts or just fumigate them. In the case of vampires using humans as livestock, there are some interesting narratives in that. What is human and who are more valuable? Is it unavoidable? Can they just eat animal blood or is this racism? Vampires using cloned blood is the most appealing to me because it offers open dialog and coexistence with humans. It turns human civilization into a multi-civilization society and there is not enough of that in fantasy or scifi. These genres tend to be very human-centric and it interests me to have an augmented perspective on humanity.

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blue-opossum · 1 year ago

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Sam and Dean Read to Me; More

Saturday morning, 14 October 2023

Images: A.I. renderings based on dream content

Proto-Cognizant Casting and Staging:

Actors Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki, while maintaining a cheerful demeanor, sit in a field in daylight. (My dreaming mind summons the imaginary presence of celebrities to prevent associations with real life, which would otherwise demean and corrupt memory and cognizance. It occurs naturally in a liminal state similar to watching television solely for entertainment when there is little or no real-world attentiveness.)

I am not present at their location. I see and communicate with them from an undefined mental space (as I do not yet have imaginary physical integration with the dream state). I see text in a book, but it first seems to be that of a woman writing about cosmetics, though more as if advertising her business. Eventually, it becomes a fictitious "Supernatural" (television series) novel without much cohesion.

They read about four pages each until I say when they can stop because I realize they will probably get tired of reading so much at a time out loud. I start thinking about being with Zsuzsanna at a park, but then I know it does not matter if they spend time reading to me because they are not real. I perceive details (forgotten) about halfway into the book before I again consider finding Zsuzsanna. The two actors are still cheerful and oblige me.

It is suddenly nighttime, and I am in an unknown park with Zsuzsanna and our two youngest children. There is an ambiguous attentiveness to Arabic people preparing to set fire to a park shelter at a distance from where we are. My dreaming mind renders it incorrectly as having loose wooden planks for a floor, which will burn more easily. Zsuzsanna wants to remain, but I think we should leave.

Thoughts of fire correspond with an increase in precursory consciousness and mentation, though not wakefulness in this case. Instead, it triggers another predominant response to REM sleep. I physiologically react to the nuances of REM atonia.

Slope Navigation and Kinesthetic Staging:

I find myself walking in an unknown business district, probably in Brisbane. I realistically ascend stairs that I cannot see because there is no imagery with this mode of kinesthetic staging (as only my vestibular cortex engages here). As I walk - I think, "This is my usual response to REM sleep." However, I do not indulge in "walking with intent."

Once I reach the top of the staircase, I know I will have to walk over a bridge that is also ambiguously a hallway inside the building. Although I briefly consider how impossible the inference is, I still walk through the unseen structure. It is like walking through an unseen liminal space, where only a suspended but stable platform exists, with vague thoughts of walls (without doors) on each side.

Imaginary imagery occurs again as I look out of a second-floor window and see Zsuzsanna and our two youngest children on the sidewalk below. She has tears of joy upon "finally" finding me as she looks up. I tell her where I will be - at a different building with the predetermined essence of the hotel we stayed at in Brisbane in September.

When I am in the "hotel," it is more like a homeless shelter. I am on the second floor. An unfamiliar black man of about forty is crying near his doorway. Protoconsciouness finally appears as the manager. He asks me if I am okay, and I tell him I am. I expect Zsuzsanna will arrive, but my dream fades at this point as I look out the window.

#dream journal #meaning of dreams #dreaming #my dreams

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im coming here again with some more soft-ish gojo

i feel like satoru wouldn’t be the self-conscious in a relationship. i feel like he’d completely trust you, because if he didn’t, he really wouldn’t just risk it all and be with you this way.

you’d trust him too. it would obviously take time, given his infamous reputation, but you would.

so gojo isn’t really bothered at first when you start to be a little more closed off than usual with him. be it when you just simply smile after he kisses you, or when he tries to start a conversation and your replies would just be a bunch of ‘ah’s and ‘mhm’s, if ther are any at all, but the consistency of it begins to get on his nerves.

you barely saw one another throughout that week. he’s busy, you’re busy, you only get to see eachother at nighttime and occasionally he’d get a glimpse of you in the morning before you leave for the day, despite that he always has been first to get out of bed while you sulk behind.

his petty ass starts to give you back the same attitude a a couple of days afterwards, and it pissed him off further when it looked like you didn’t even notice.

the cycle continues for a few more days, and satoru gets even more petty as the seconds go on because why the fuck are you treating him like that for no reason?? it’s not like you to keep shit bottled up without communication if he fucks something up, so he gets to be pissed all he wants.

what he doesn’t notice tho, is your fucked up sleep cycle, or lack thereof. he doesn’t spend the days with you to notice just how little your food intake is, and he only notices the dark circles under your eyes when it was too late.

you were leaning on the bathroom counter when he walks in. your eyes are squeezed shut, and gojo wasn’t aware someone can look so pale.

he freezes at the door frame for a few seconds, watching as you shake your head and bend down to splash some cold water on your face, but your hand slips.

you didnt even get the chance to get close to the tiled floor. a hand is secure around your waist while the other pushes at your chest until your back was flush against a solid figure, and you don’t understand why fight suddenly left your body as you turned into putty in gojo’s hands.

“satoru,” you try to call.

he slips a hand under your knees and slips you up bridal style, your head falling to his chest limply. there was a second of wooshing air before you feel the softness of your mattress underneath you.

“stupid, stupid,” gojo mumbles to himself. a hand slips to your face, and he delivers little tap-taps to your cheek. “hey, sweets. open your eyes up for me, huh?”

“i just…” you attempt a grab at his forearm. “give me a few seconds.”

“okay, okay, yeah.” satoru gives your body a do-over in a spiral of uncharacteristic panic. you’re not visibly hurt anywhere except for the light bruises on your calf, but that doesn’t calm down his nerves. “better be only a few seconds before i call shoko right fucking now.”

“don’t call anyone,” your eyes are still closed when you grab a clutch of the material of bis shirt. your voice is breathy yet choked. “i’m gonna be fine. just—“

he teleports away before you can finish your sentence, and your hand is suddenly grasping on air. you sigh out, letting your forearm fall to your forehead instead as you try to regulate your breathing, but you feel another woosh of air before a voice is booming in the room.

Gojo dumps the plastic wraps in his hand by your side and puts the glass of water he got on the nightstand.

“i got you sugar. you look like you need sugar. you look like you need plenty, actually.” he rambles and you feel yourself being pulled in a sitting position where your head perfectly falls to the crook of his neck.

right then, you both feel the world go silent.

you haven’t been in each other’s arms in some time. satoru is dumbfounded as he looks down at your face from his position, and he sees that your eyes are no longer squeezed shut. the peace on your features calms him down just a bit, and he has no other choice but to let go of the candy wrappers and wrap his arms around you.

“i’m just overworked.” you whisper a bit too weakly for gojo’s liking. he rests his cheek on the top of your head. “i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine,” he mumbles, shifting his position so he can be even closer to you. “you barely have any color in your cheeks.” he looks down at you when he feels your head shift, only to find a very fucking exhausted gaze looking up at him.

and he’s stupid. he’s fucking stupid for acting petty without communicating the way you always ask him to do. you are feather light in his arms, as a consequence, the way your cheeks are hollow make him loosen his grip on you because you do be looking very breakable.

“i’m sorry it took me so long to notice,” he tells you, and you can’t help yourself when a hand slips to his nape, and you pull yourself up enough to plant a kiss to his cheek. “i’m dumb. i thought you were mad at me.”

“i would’ve told you, ‘toru,” you tug him down to the mattress with you. instead of the other way around, the over-grown sorcerer’s head lands on your chest as you slip a hand in his hair. “let’s just nap a bit more before we head out, mhm?”

“head out? your ass isn’t leaving this damn bed until i put some fucking food in you.”

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years ago

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【 noble gentlemen; diasomnia 】

— or, the noble gentlemen series, in which the genre of the world is historical fantasy, and you and the twst boys are citizens of a distant magical land !

details: gn! reader, drabbles, can be read platonically or romantically, warning !! mention of blood (sebek) and drinking (lilia)

note: ahhh sorry for being so late on this one :'))) had a busy day or two and i didn't have time to edit n post this until now sjkfdjskf but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless <33

[ part two out of seven in the noble gentlemen series ]

Malleus Draconia. As a citizen of a kingdom he will one day inherit, it was only natural that you knew the crown prince's name. And while the crown prince had never made a public appearance, there were always those that spoke of his prowess in battle as well as his talent in magic. Though the descriptions of him varied, everyone agreed on two things: that the crown prince was a cold and untouchable existence, and he had the characteristic horns of the royal bloodline.

So it happened to shock you when you were taking a nighttime stroll near the palace to see a young man leap over the castle walls.

Startlingly green eyes met yours and you quickly turned to walk away when you heard his voice calling to you, "Wait! I...did not mean to startle you." You looked at him once more, taking in his...horns. Could he be...? No, but what crown prince walked around wearing a simple white shirt and training pants?

He seemed to follow your gaze, scratching the back of his head, "Ah, please don't think badly of me, it gets a little stuffy at the palace after all." He took a few steps forward, a kind smile on his face, "My name is...Mal. Would you let me join you on your stroll?" You agreed to his request.

You guessed that he was some sort of knight in training who snuck out to have fun in the city. And from the way knights trained without rest, you couldn't blame him. Thus started your nightly strolls with the mysterious Mal.

———

Mal was very fascinated by old architecture. He would spend countless hours of your nightly strolls scrutinizing different buildings around the city. He had them all memorized, from the techniques to create the intricate plastering of the Grand Theater, to the way gargoyles are meticulously carved from stone by hand. Much to his delight, you had snuck him over to your estate to see its exterior.

"Your house has simply magnificent gargoyles," He said mirthfully, and it was the most excited that you had seen Mal since you met him. “They will keep the walls nice and clean. And they look a tad bit fearsome don’t they?” You agreed and he chuckled, “They will surely scare away anyone with potential bad intentions, don’t you think?” You…never really thought of it like that. Since then, you made sure to greet the gargoyles whenever you left, thinking of Mal’s words from that night.

———

Mal had surprisingly childish tastes. You assumed it was so when you two had brought ice cream, of all things, on a particularly chilly night. But your hypothesis was proven correct when you brought a tin of cookies to one of your nightly outings. Mal's eyes glittered as you explained that you baked them by yourself the day before.

"It is an honor to eat something made by your hand," Mal gave a wide smile before demolishing all the cookies in one sitting. It was actually quite impressive. You made a mental note to give him more cookies next time. Clearly, a knight's diet deprived him of indulging in sweet foods.

———

Mal...was very popular in the city. He was especially popular with the guards. You had to curse your luck as another guard chased the two of you around a corner. This was happening more and more often recently, but you didn’t understand why. And suddenly, you were weightless. There was a hand at the small of your back, and you looked back to see a secretive smile on the man’s face.

"Apologies, it seems that a bit of magic was needed for that escape," Mal murmured into your ear as you two all but flew over the night sky. The view was breathtaking, but your mind nagged you with a different question: who was Mal really? Would guards really chase a fellow knight through the city so frantically? Was the Mal who was capable of such magic feats really just a simple knight? Or was your first guess of him being the crown prince…really true?

The Captain of the Knights Order was quite a lofty position, and it came with lots of fame. As the ones responsible for the safety of the city as well as the crown prince, there was no question that the name “Lightning Commander Silver” was always met with awe and fondness whenever it was spoken by the citizens of the kingdom. You had always quietly cheered on the Knights Order during the festival, content with being able to support them from afar. But what you weren’t expecting was to accidentally meet the Captain himself.

It was during a lively festival that you first met him; under a tree near the outskirts. Silver hair befitting his namesake, and a relaxed expression as birds frolicked around him. It almost looked like a scene out of a painting. You had faintly remembered that the Captain of the Knights Order was amongst the festival goers but...that wasn't really him, right? And it reminded you of the Vice Captain that was busy yelling around to find “Silver”...so maybe this really was him.

Without thinking about it, you called out to him. The man woke up languidly, as if he knew that you posed no real threat to him. "Hmm...who might you be?" Silver blinked. "Ah, I must've fallen asleep. Sebek's going to get worried... Thank you for waking me." You informed him that the Vice Captain was, in fact, looking for him and helped him straighten up his clothes as you walked back to the festival.

He paused before entering the glittering hall, "Allow me to repay the favor for you in some way." There was conviction in those eyes of his that told you refusal wasn't an option. You swallowed, giving him your word. This was the first time you met the sleepy yet kind Captain of the Knights Order.

———

Sir Silver was good with animals. That was the only way you could explain it, with how animals seemed to flock to him in interest. This proved especially troublesome when your favor to him was to have him help with your garden. It wasn’t long before animals started emerging from the woods, intrigued and overall smitten by the presence of the confused and exasperated knight.

"...I apologize for all the chaos," Silver mumbled bashfully, eyeing the various birds perched on his shoulders as well as the critters now running amok in your garden. "I've only caused you more trouble, haven't I?" You shook your head. It was more than delightful to see so many animals roaming your garden without fear. And besides, watching how eager each creature was to be with Silver was slightly funny.

———

Sir Silver was talented at sleeping. It seemed that the man could fall asleep anywhere and at any time he so wished. Even at the times he didn't expect. Once, you were watching him watering the flowerbed before he stumbled head-first into a wall. You had immediately dropped your book in horror, rushing over to the knight’s aid.

He winced when you cleaned his wound, "...It's a bad habit of mine, to fall asleep at unfortunate times. I’m trying to fix it but it still happens when I get too relaxed..." You couldn't really get mad at him for something he was working hard to prevent. But you were happy to hear that he was more comfortable around you now.

———

As a Knight, it was impossible not to take part in things such as sword fighting competitions. Silver, being the chosen representative of your kingdom, had invited you to come and watch. You came to watch, your curiosity getting the best of you as you had always wondered what Silver would look like when he was in his usual habitat. As his sword clashed with his opponent’s you couldn’t help but think that Silver suited the title of Captain of the Knights Order even more.

You couldn’t get his serious expression out of your head, even as he approached you, “...Is there something on my face, perhaps?” You shook your head, explaining how you thought that the nickname "Lightning Commander" fit him very well.

“...Hmm, I hope it hasn’t startled you,” Silver ducked his head. “Being a knight is my purpose first and foremost after all.” And with that, you found yourself growing a newfound respect for Silver. When he was spending time with you, he was a gentleman, but when it came to his knight duties, you could see his dedication. You thought that Sir Silver was admirable in that way.

Sir Sebek Zigvolt, nicknamed the nation's "Thunder Blade". He was the Vice-Captain of the Knights Order and was famously— or was it infamously?— known for his deep loyalty and admiration towards the Crown Prince. He was also known for his distinctively loud tone of voice, or so people said. And you definitely felt the power of his voice when you first met him.

You were wandering the streets when someone suddenly grabbed your bag and took off. You froze for a moment before starting to give the thief a chase.

That was, until a loud voice almost knocked both you and the thief onto your backs, "YOU! THE THIEF RIGHT THERE! What gives you the right to disturb public order on a day that his Highness has deemed beautiful!"

You watched as the green-haired knight hoisted the thief into the air, throwing him into a pile of straw like it was nothing. The thief seemed to quiver in his boots as the knight picked up your bag.

You thanked the knight and he just scoffed, "Hmph, humans are always so defenseless... Be more vigilant! As a knight of my stature won't be available all the time!" You nodded, wide-eyed, at his words and before you could ask for his name he was gone. From the whispers of the people around you, you realized that you had been saved by the Vice-Captain of the Knights Order, Sir Sebek Zigvolt.

———

The next fateful meeting between you and Sir Sebek was surprisingly at a library. You finally found the book that you were looking for, and just as you were about to grab a step ladder to get it, you saw a hand slipping the very volume you wanted off the shelf.

You turned around, fully ready to complain when a boisterous tone greeted you, "Hmm...so you're interested in this type of literature." You shut your mouth, still confused as to why Sebek was there in the first place.

"It sounds interesting," He said, before finally handing the book to you. "Could I borrow it after you're done reading?" You nodded, still confused as he followed you back to where you were reading. You were even more confused when he pulled out his own book and started reading— but oh well. He wasn't exactly disturbing you. And it was rather nice having a reading buddy.

———

Even if you liked silently reading with Sir Zigvolt, you were still curious about him. Whenever you asked questions, he would always respond with short answers or, his favorite, 'You humans shouldn't be so concerned.' So one day you mustered up the courage to ask him about his rumored favorite person: the crown prince.

Sebek had a proud grin on his face as he talked, "His highness is the most magnificent person! He is kind and considerate, and he has very refined tastes too." It was the most you had heard Sebek talk. Ever.

And he even had more to say, "He advises us on many things, though he seemed to have a hobby of sneaking out nowadays… Naturally, I carve his every word and command into my heart."

You laughed softly at his enthusiasm and Sebek immediately flushed, "H-HUMAN! Do not laugh at a great knight such as I! You were the one that inquired about his Highness—!!" Your ears were going to need to get checked after that outburts... But still, it was nice to see how human Sir Zigvolt was, especially when faced with his favorite conversation topic.

———

Sir Sebek took his duties as a knight very seriously. Once you had approached him while he was patrolling and he had scolded you lightly for it. 'I'm here for the safety of the citizens. We can talk when I have free time, human.'

So when you spotted the telltale green of his hair, you opted not to approach him. Well that was, until you saw someone directing a hateful glare toward him. You moved as soon as you saw a glint of something sharp. You knew it was stupid. You were sure that Sebek could defend against the attack better than you could. But you still pushed the knight away.

"H-human!" Sebek was rightfully startled, before his eyes hardened at the way the blood was trickling down your arm. "You're bleeding... They will pay for this." You clutched at the wound as Sebek drew his sword. There was a fearsome expression on his face as he fought. It wasn't long before he struck, using the flat side of his sword to finally subdue the culprit.

You gulped as Sebek turned to you, a crease between his brows, "HUMAN! Y-YOU ARE STILL BLEEDING! I need to take you to Master Lilia so he can make sure you are alright! And that was foolish–!" You yelled his name as loud as you could, trying to cease his very-loud ranting, lest a crowd started to form around the two of you.

"You...did you just call me Sebek?" He blinked, and you belatedly realized that you forgot to address him by his title. "Well, it's alright, really, but—!! WE NEED A MEDIC!" And after dragging you all the way to the royal clinic, watching the doctor intently as they patched up your arm, Sir Sebek...no, Sebek, finally calmed down.

When talking about the name Vanrouge, one's mind would immediately conjure up the famed war hero of the history books. Once the Queen's most esteemed commander, Vanrouge had disappeared a multitude of years ago. And now, the name Vanrouge was tied to someone different entirely: the Crown Prince's adviser, Lilia Vanrouge. He was quick-witted and knowledgable, and always had a relaxed and regal air when you saw him at public events. And he was well-suited to be the crown prince’s adviser.

The very same adviser that you accidentally spilled your drink all over one fateful night at the bar. You looked at the stain seeping into his shirt in horror while the man in front of you laughed.

"Don't look so pale," He had grabbed a spare towel. "I don't look angry, right?" You nodded and the man brought a hand to his chin, a mischievous smile on his face, "Hey, how about we have a few drinks on you as compensation? My name is Lilia Vanrouge, a pleasure to meet you."

Your head snapped up at his introduction. In the darkness of the bar, it was hard to see his face properly, but now that you were looking at him… You felt faint. You really did coincidentally meet Lilia Vangrouge. Thus started the unconventional relationship between you and the Crown Prince's trusted adviser.

———

Lilia was a lot more free-spirited than you expected. You thought that the life of an adviser would be filled with busy meetings and events, but… He often indulged in street performances and ran around looking for more to entertain himself with. Sometimes he would take your hand, spinning the both of you into a dizzying folk dance.

"See? Isn't it lots of fun?" Lilia's pink hair seemed to glow, especially under the streetlights. "It is nice to be young and the day is still young, so let us play some more." That day, you "played" till your legs hurt and your back ached. But there was a smile on your face so wide that you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at the man.

———

Lilia bore a surprising resemblance to the war hero Vanrouge. You noticed it when you happened to pass by one of Vanrouge's statues in the middle of a grand plaza. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was, but they both had the same…air about them...

Lilia must've noticed your staring because he chuckled, "So you also think I look like that old man? But I do have to say, aren't I a picturesque view of youthfulness? Surely I don't look a day over one hundred?" After a few more prods, you ended up complimenting Lilia's youthful looks in deadpan, all while Lilia puffed out his chest. You questioned to yourself whether or not this man really advised the crown prince whenever he acted like this.

———

When festivals came around, Lilia would always lead the Prince's carriage on horseback. The Lilia you saw was a far cry from the troublemaking prankster you usually spent your time with. Formal wear adorned Lilia's body, and he led the horse with one hand as the other waved regally at the citizens.

When he found you after the parade, he had a big smile on his face, "How was it? I was cool, right?" You clammed up slightly. Seeing him up close was definitely different from seeing him from the crowd."Oh, come on," Lilia pouted and you wondered how many people were staring at the Lilia Vanrouge walking amongst the citizens. "All I wanted was one little compliment from you." Instead of boosting his ego, you promised to buy him a treat from a stall when he was done with his duties. That seemed to satisfy the man and he left you to deal with the people coming up to you asking how you knew the Crown Prince's adviser. What a headache.

[ bonus : how do these gentlemen know each other ? ]

— Lilia and Malleus shared a master-apprentice relationship, however they also consider each other as family. Lilia has been looking after Malleus ever since he was a youngling, so Malleus sees Lilia as a father-figure of sorts.

— Meanwhile in the Knights Order, Silver is the Captain and Sebek is the Vice Captain. Their nicknames are "Thunder Blade" and "Lightning Commander" respectively, because like lightning and thunder, one is rarely seen without the other in battle. This also speaks to their amazing compatibility in terms of power; with Silver's fighting style relying on speed and technique while Sebek's relies on sheer strength and offensive ability.

— Lilia is still Silver's legal guardian! He picked up Silver as a child from the woods, and has been raising him ever since. Although he never forced Silver to learn the sword, Silver long became curious seeing Lilia's old sword collection hanging around their house.

— "Okay, but is Lilia really not Vanrouge, the war hero?" As Lilia would say, he can vouch that he is very young and cute! But if he was to answer honestly, he would say that "One should never reveal all of one's past...it takes away from the mysterious charm, fufufu~"

— Sebek and Silver initially met as children. Silver followed Lilia around when he was younger, and he would often wait in empty drawing rooms for Lilia to be done with work. Meanwhile, Sebek was the son of an influential Dukedom. One day when Lilia was supposed to be taking care of Young Master Zigvolt, he introduced him to Silver instead, saying, "Children should play with each other and be merry!"

— If you're curious, their first meeting went something like this:

Sebek: You! Which family do you hail from! I am Sebek from the Zigvolt Dukedom!

Silver: ...Uhm, I'm Silver. And I think that Father's last name is Vanrouge...

Sebek: V-Vanrouge? Like the war hero?

Silver: Maybe..?

Sebek: How ignorant not to know of the great war hero Vanrouge! Here, let me tell you about him—

[ they instantly became friends because of their love for knights and heroes ]

— (Yes, Sebek's idol before he was introduced to Malleus Draconia's existence was, in fact, the war hero of old, Vanrouge. He still has books about Vanrouge and all sorts of paraphernalia in his childhood room.)

— Malleus started sneaking out of the palace after he figured out that he could boost himself over the wall with magic. And that he could easily cloak himself from the magic sensors by reducing his magical output to zero once he reached the apex— basically, he figured out a way to sneak out and has been doing it a lot more often. Much to the exasperation of Sebek and Silver, who are tasked to guard his room nightly.

— (If you're wondering what Lilia thought about all this...he thought that Malleus was going through his rebellious phase and that it's okay as long as he doesn't get caught by the guards outside the palace.)

thanks for reading ! if you'd like to see more, check out my masterlist, or the rest of the noble gentlemen series >:DD

#/trau writes #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #ahh diasomnia my beloved #the amount of times i rewrote sections #bc i wanted to do my dragon boyos justice !!!!

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dendrograna · 2 years ago

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Respite Hereafter Pt. IV

im gonna be 100% w yall i would not have continued this if it weren't for @nicebonescomrade's drabble they wrote based off RH

everyone say thank you bones for giving me a turn with the Brain Writing Juice

tw:// past violence/trauma mention

The world you’d descended into was… not the Teyvat you’d known and loved.

As it had been described to you, this Teyvat experienced an event they called the Creator’s “Descending” several thousand years ago, an event even Zhongli failed to remember. Somehow, another "powerful deity" had managed to invade Teyvat, bending its very fabric to their will. Teyvat's history was entirely rewritten, now including this "creator" sitting on their throne for eons and eons. There was no telling how long they'd actually been there, but they might as well have descended several millennia ago as they made their followers believe.

And after a few thousand years of being socialized to act, think, and feel the way the impostor wanted… Getting out of it wasn’t exactly easy for them. All of Teyvat had been frog-boiled so hard they truly, honestly believed what that impostor said, and it nearly made them kill their true creator.

You tried your hardest to hold your tongue when you were in their presence, carefully choosing your words so as to not make them fear you more than they already did. Oftentimes you would travel throughout the nations, and every time you entered a new city, someone was there with an “offering” for you. Liyue was often the worst about this, Ningguang struggling to give up the old habit she had with your impostor, which naturally spread to her people.

Whether you’d simply gone to Mondstadt for a few days or you’d been traveling for months, there were gifts waiting for you when you returned to Liyue. You’d already ordered all of their temples be demolished, so instead these people would meet you at the edge of the city to give them to you personally.

It’s a very sweet gesture, and you can’t be mad at them when they’re only trying to make you happy! Yet… with each beautiful jade pendant or sweet-smelling bottle of perfume or fine silk clothing set they pressed into your hands… the horrible feelings of guilt and embarrassment only grew in your stomach. These people were so happy to see you, even if you’d just been gone a few days, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for dreading walking into Liyue Harbor.

You often berated yourself for how overwhelmed you were, especially in moments like this. If anyone else were put in your position, plucked out of their average life and placed on this "holy" pedestal, surely they would get exhausted too! But not you, never you. You're their god, you're not a person like them. You often wonder if they even see you as a person, or just an idolized statue with the capacity to kill. That kind of exhaustion is strictly a human concept, so of course they can't imagine their god dragging themself back home after being showered with praise, laying in silence for several hours until they can fall asleep. The situation that'd been dumped in your lap was more than you could handle, especially completely alone like this.

That's how you ended up here, spending a night at Wangshu Inn with your bodyguards before heading south toward the Harbor. You'd intentionally asked to take a detour to Qingce Village, stalling your return until it was "too late" to get there before nightfall. Your guards didn't question you or try to convince you otherwise, of course, so you checked in a few rooms for the night.

It must've been at least two or three in the morning when you snuck out to the balcony. Very rarely did you have any time to yourself like this, so you basked in the silence nighttime brought with it.

You'd become very well acquainted with everyone you recognized, The Crux fleet in particular as they often helped you reach Inazuma. Beidou was one of very few people willing to joke around with you, offering you a drink not as some holy offering, but as a friend might to another. You'd also gotten to know Heizou fairly well, who read you like a damn book. Almost everyone approached you, eager to earn your favor. All except one.

"Xiao?" you whispered, hoping not to wake anyone.

The man appeared in a puff of smoke on the balcony, kneeling with his face tilted toward the floor and his spear tight in his hand. He didn't say a word.

You took a step forward and knelt to look at him, placing one hand on his face and guiding him upward. “You don’t have to kneel like that anymore, y’know,” you mumbled, helping him to his feet. He only nodded.

“You’re the only one I haven’t met yet,” you said, leaning against the railing. “Since I’m here, I thought I’d drop by and say hello. I hope I’m not disturbing you…” Xiao shook his head.

“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything?” you asked. “You know you can talk to me, right? I’m not like them, you don’t have to do that.”

“…If that’s what you want, Your Grace,” he finally said, hand still gripping his spear tight. “What do you need from me?”

“Oh, I just wanted to finally meet you,” you said. “I’ve met everyone else so far except for you. If I'm interrupting your work, you don't have to stay."

"You came all the way out here just to... talk to me?" he asked, finally putting his spear away. "Why are you interested in me when there's a million other people throwing themselves at you, begging for your attention?" There was a bitter twinge to his voice, mostly undetectable if you hadn't noticed the way his eyebrow twitched downward as he spoke.

"Well, I thought it'd be nice to get to know you," you mumbled. "I know I'm not supposed to have favorites, but you've always been one."

Xiao sighed and leaned an arm against the balcony's railing. "You really aren't like them, huh..." he muttered to himself.

"What? Did they not like you or something?" you asked.

Xiao closed his eyes as he thought of his next words. "I am a Yaksha. I was created to kill, and it's all I'm good at. I'm a breathing weapon, and they treated me as such," he said. "They didn't like nor dislike me, not that it matters. I did what they told me to and that's where that ended."

"That's why you wouldn't say anything to me earlier, isn't it?" you asked. "You expected me to give you an order for you to follow and that be the end of it." He nodded.

Xiao sighed and crossed his arms. He'd heard the chatter about an "impostor," he'd seen the celebrations down in the Harbor, he'd somewhat overheard what was going on. The person they believed was the creator was actually another being entirely, similar to the creator, but definitely not the creator. Their blood gushed the same dull red as everyone else's, and the "impostor" they'd ordered Mondstadt's Knights to execute bled rivers of gold when hurt. The impostor was actually in Liyue at the time, and Zhongli dealt with them himself. Other than that, he had no idea what you were really like.

"Sometimes people still try to bow when I go somewhere," you said. "It just... It really upsets me how horribly you were treated. Of course I understand them being a little cautious of me, but... I figured word would've gotten around by now that I'm not like that..."

"What could possibly motivate someone to be so cruel?" you ask to yourself. "Every person I've talked to has had some kind of traumatic experience with them or their cult, and it makes me feel sick."

Xiao shrugged. "I don't think anyone knows but them."

You chuckled a bitter laugh. "Yeah, but the dead can't exactly spill their secrets."

Xiao stared at you for a moment, a concerned look on his face. "Your Grace... Did Mondstadt ever tell you what happened with them?" he asked, gloved hands gripping the rail. You shook your head.

He took a deep breath and looked away from you, out at the fields surrounding Wangshu Inn.

"They're not dead, Your Grace... They're being kept alive."

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years ago

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Hiiiiiii I send an request by a different account called @honeyxbeexqueen I was logged out of it by mistake and can’t get back in, so I was wondering whenever you write my request (which you honestly can ignore if you want) if you can add this account instead of the other one. thx

Love uuu <333

So the original ask was:

Pfffft! Like I would ignore such a golden nugget of an idea! 💁🏼‍♀️ Quite to the contrary, I owe you a debt of gratitude for it! 🙏🏼I’ve never written Bakugou x babysitter before so I was sooooo excited when I saw your ask! 🤩 Yes, darling, the pleasure is all mine. 😉 I hope you like it. Love u you more, bestie! 💖💞💖

A/N: Got a little carried away with this one. My head was just so flippin' full. 📙 Chapter 2 will be is chock full of nsfw content.

Word Count: 4.1k

Mari: I’m leaving my place now. You ready?

You: Almost! Just finishing my hair. I’ll meet you there, don’t worry!

Mari: are you wearing that dress you showed me the other day?

You: maybe. 😉

Mari: Ugh, girl, that little number should require a license to wear it. I can’t wait to see you in it! 😻

You shook your head and laughed, setting your phone back down on your vanity to put the last pin in your updo. You grabbed your clutch, double-checking to make sure you had everything you needed in it: ID, keys, cash and card, lipstick. With your phone in hand you stood up and took a look at yourself in the full-length cheval mirror, pleased as punch with how well you’d put yourself together for a night out with the girls. You smiled and winked at your reflection before taking a selfie and walking towards your front door.

You were putting your strappy black heels on when another text notification dinged. You laughed and reached beside you to pick it up, saying “Oh my god, Mari, I’m c-“. You trailed off when you saw who it was.

Bakugou: Just got called in. How soon can you be here?

You: On my way. Be there in 5.

You began to take your heels back off when a wicked thought crossed your mind and you decided to leave them on.

Under any other circumstances you would've been disappointed to have to miss girls' night out, but your afterhours boss was sex on legs, so it didn’t hurt your feelings one bit to have to go to his place at the last minute. You grabbed your clutch and walked out the door towards the elevator. While you waited for the doors to open you sent a text to your friend in wait.

You: Dynamight got called in. I’m heading to his place. I’m so sorry. Maybe he’ll be back soon and I can meet up with y’all later. 🥺

Mari: Shit, are you kidding me? Ugh, he’s lucky he’s so damn hot. 😏 Wait! aRE YOU STILL WEARING THE DRESS??? 😳🤭

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside and replied, giggling.

You: I didn’t have time to change! Besides, I think it’ll be fun to toy with him a little. 😈

Mari: You slut! Ohhh I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he sees you!

The elevator stopped on his floor and you stepped out, gracefully making your way down the long corridor towards his apartment, your smooth, sexy legs flexing with every step.

You’d been his son's nighttime babysitter for a few months now. You needed some extra income to help pay off your student debt as a massage therapist. This was the perfect solution – The Sexiest Man Alive™ paying you cash money to spend time with his son, The Most Adorable Child In The World™. One of Bakugou’s criteria for the job had been that the candidate must live close enough to him to be able to get there in less than 10 minutes. You living in the same building gave you a huge advantage over the other applicants since you could be there in less than five.

You stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath, somewhat nervous about him seeing you dressed like this. You hoped he wouldn’t be upset considering you were there to babysit his 3-year-old son. Maybe your attire was inappropriate. Too late to worry about that now. You shrugged and knocked on the door. His voice called out from inside, “Door’s open, come in!”

You slowly walked inside to see Katsuki with his back turned to you, leaning over with one foot propped on a stool in the genkan, tightening the straps on his boots. You admired the way his summertime hero costume detailed every dip and striation of his back and shoulder muscles as he tugged on the straps.

“Hey, I made it!”

He looked over his shoulder at you and did a disorienting double-take, nearly losing his balance in the process. You brought your fingers to your lips, pressing them together to stifle a giggle. Oh, this is going to be delightfully fun.

You looked down at yourself and said, “Sorry about this, I was just about to go meet up with some friends when you texted. If this is inappropriate, I can go home and change real quick".

He trained his eyes back onto his boot straps. “Not enough time. I get it, it’s Friday night. It’s not a big deal, but if you feel like it you can grab one of my shirts from my closet”.

“Okay, yeah. Thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that”.

He stood, his eyes traveling every peak and valley of your form in that scandalous dress. It was black in its entirety, save some subtle silver trim along the tiny straps and top and bottom hems. It framed your breasts beautifully, dipping slightly between them, hugging every delectable curve of your body before ending snugly around the middle of your luscious thighs.

“Miss (y/n)!!!”

“There he is! My bestest 3 year old friend in the whole wide world!”

Kazan ran to you, oblivious to your appearance, throwing his arms around you. You scooped him up and bounced him on your hip. “Guess what, Miss (y/n)?”

“Oh my gosh, what?”

“I’m compwetwey potty twained now!”

Your eyes went wide and you opened your mouth in surprise. “You are?! Oh, Kaz, that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you! High five!”

He slapped his hand up to yours, giggling and beaming with pride.

“Haven't had any accidents yet, but still wearing pull-ups overnight, just in case. He’s already had dinner and a bath. We'd just started his favorite movie when I got the call and I promised him you’d watch it with him. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen if you get hungry. Hopefully this won’t take all night”.

“Got it, now go. The citizens of this city are counting on you to keep them safe, Dynamight!”

“Go Daddy! High five!”

Bakugou glanced at you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before high-fiving his son. “C'mere, buddy. Give me a hug before I go”.

Kazan reached for his father, who easily lifted him from your arms. He put a tiny hand on either side of his dad’s face and kissed him, the sheer cuteness causing your heart to nearly leap out of your chest. Then he wrapped his arms around Katsuki's neck and laid his head down on his shoulder. “I luh you, Daddy”.

Bakugou closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his son’s hair and whispered, “I love you, too, son. More than you’ll ever know. Be good for Miss (y/n), 'kay?”

“Yes, sir”.

Katsuki looked over at you, nodding for you to take his little boy. This part was never easy, but you gave the pro hero a pained smile and said, “Alright, Kaz, come on”. He lifted his head and looked at you, a small smile spreading across his adorable baby face. He reached for you, twisting his body as Katsuki loosened his hold on him. “S’okay, Katsuki, you better get going”. You looked at Kaz and continued, “I’ll take extra special wonderful care of mini-Bakugou here”.

“Thanks”. A single corner of his mouth turned upwards in a small smile. "I know you will".

With Kazan on your hip, you followed the tall blond to his floor-to-ceiling glass balcony doors as he slid them open and stepped out. You kept Kaz just this side of the open sliding glass door and Bakugou turned back to look at you. “Lock it and draw the shades once I’m gone”, he reminded you. You gave him a quick nod, reassuring him that you and his son would not be on full display in his high-rise apartment while he couldn't be there to protect you.

What began as small sparks in his palms quickly gave rise to blasts strong enough to launch himself outward in the direction of the city’s east side where other heroes were gathering to bring down whatever asshole had decided to ruin his quiet evening in.

As he propelled himself, his mind was taken off of that when he remembered you standing in front of his apartment door. Wearing that dress that looked so good on you that it, in his estimation, needed to be taken off. He shook his head, trying to will the image of you out of his mind lest he get an unfortunately timed erection. He needed to focus on the upcoming battle, but he could’ve sworn you gave him a certain look. He could see it in your smile, that nearly imperceptible look in your eye that made him lift an eyebrow. She was doing that shit on purpose.

But what really did him in was the way the black material of your dress lowkey made him jealous the way it pushed itself against your ass when you bent over to take off your shoes.

During the course of the past few months, he’d watched you come and go in relaxed t-shirts and shorts, tight t-shirts and yoga pants, messy buns and flowing hair, and various combinations of all the above. But he'd never seen you wear as much makeup as you had on tonight. Sometimes he’d see you with your glasses on when he’d come home to find you reading on his sofa. As beautiful and glamorous as you looked this evening, those were the times you looked the sexiest, he’d always thought.

But the sight of you in that dress would be forever burned into his spank bank and he couldn’t wait to make this villain his bitch so he could get back home and cash in on his fantasy fodder with his right hand and make a deposit into his left.

You looked over at Kazan, who had his finger in his mouth, looking at the door through which his father had just left. "Hey", you whispered. He looked at you with the same sharp crimson eyes as his father, albeit much sweeter and softer. "Daddy's gonna be back before you know it. He's one tough son of a gun and I know he's going to do everything in his power to come back home. And he's got a looooooot of power!", you said, tickling his tiny belly. Kazan hissed out a laugh. "So, whaddya say? Popcorn and a movie?"

He grinned and nodded emphatically, still chewing on his finger.

You set him down on his feet and he padded through the living room and crawled up on the sofa while you fetched the popcorn from the pantry and put it in the microwave. "Miss (y/n), look!"

He held up a large children's book and said, "I'm leawning how to wead. Can I show you?"

"Of course, Kaz! I'd love for you to read to me".

You picked him up and sat him down on the countertop with his book. He flipped it open to the first page and started reading it. You couldn't believe it. You peeked over the edge of the book and the boy was reading the words on the page. "Wow, Kaaaaaz! That is incredible! Looks like you're a little smarty pants just like your Daddy!"

He smiled, "My Daddy is the smartest daddy in the whole world!"

"He is very, very intelligent!", you nodded in agreement.

His tiny little brow furrowed. "What does intewiwigent mean, Miss (y/n)?"

You chuckled at him. "It's a really big word that means smart". The microwave beeped and you helped Kaz back down to the floor. "Alright, we've gotta wait on the popcorn to cool off for a minute. Let's both go potty before we start the movie, okay?"

He nodded and started to run towards the hall bathroom. "No running, Kaz!"

He slowed down and walked the rest of the way, still chewing on his finger.

You went into Bakugou's room, his scent hitting your nose like a pheromone-laced aphrodisiac. Gods, I want to bury myself in his bed and die a happy woman. You rummaged through the t-shirts in his closet, most of them black, and pulled one over your head, so long on you due to your height difference that it covered your dress. You walked over to the bathroom mirror and pulled the pins out of your hair, letting it fall over your shoulders in big, loose curls. You sighed with relief, already starting to feel more comfortable.

You re-joined Kaz in the living room, whose sharp crimson eyes lit up at you. "Miss (y/n), youw haiw is so pwetty! And you'we weawing Daddy's shirt!"

"Oh, thank you, my love! I feel a lot more comfortable and ready to cuddle with the cutest boy ever", you said with a wink. You grabbed a big bowl of popcorn for the two of you to share and curled up on the couch with the boy. He wasted no time snuggling right up to you while you pulled the blanket over both pairs of legs.

"You smell like Daddy, Miss (y/n)". He reached out and stroked your hair with his little hand and said, "It's so soft". Kazan, you suspected, would grow up to be a lady-killer just like his dad.

You ran your fingers through his spiky blond hair and said, "Ooh, yours is soft too, love".

"Daddy's haiw is soft too!", he said smiling before shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

One thing was for sure - Kazan absolutely worshipped the ground his father walked on. He was his hero, in every single sense of the word. And every time you saw Katsuki look at his son, it was easy to see that he would lay his life down for his child with about as much thought as he puts into beating his own heart to stay alive. Truth be told, you'd grown to care for the boy as if he were your own and would gladly do the same. Katsuki could see that and tacitly trusted you with his little boy.

You woke up leaning back against the sofa right as the end credits were rolling. The little ball of heat curled up beside you was fast asleep with his little lips slightly parted. You shifted slowly so that you could pull him into your arms without waking him. You inched your way to the edge of the sofa and stood up to carry him back to his room. After laying him down in his twin bed you tucked him in and whispered, "Sweet dreams, handsome prince".

You looked at the little clock on top of his dresser. 10pm. After dragging yourself back into the living room, you plopped back down onto the couch and shot your roommate a quick text to let her know you wouldn't be returning home for a while. You turned off the table lamp and the tv, sinking down into the plush couch. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and within minutes you were out cold again.

It was around 1am when Bakugou let himself in quietly. He'd come straight home, too tired to even shower at the agency first. Once his boots were off, he stepped up from the genkan, scanning his home to find you sound asleep on the couch. You looked too peaceful to wake up so he opted to leave you be, heading to Kazan's bedroom to check on him and kiss his forehead.

From there, his journey on the way to his bathroom led him through the living room again. That's when he noticed the blanket had slid off your side. He reached down to cover you back up, the corner of his mouth lifting into a small smile at the sight of you in his shirt when his eyes caught a scrap of black lace. The bottom of that taunting dress had hiked up, your butt cheeks playing peekaboo with the sheer material barely covering your distinct pussy lips. He nearly groaned out loud. Fuck me. He quickly covered you up and headed straight back to his bathroom where he fought to get the outline of your plump cunt lips out of his mind.

He hadn't meant to look - it was just there when his eyes trailed down. Jesus Christ, it's been too damn long. He tried to stop imagining moving that lace to one side and tasting you.

By the time he finished his shower, he'd calmed down. He put on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and headed back towards the kitchen to get some water to take to bed. When he got to the bottom of the stairs, he saw you standing up, folding the blanket. "It's late".

He'd spoken softly, but he startled you and you squeaked, "Shit!" You took a deep breath with your hand over your heart and let out an equally deep sigh. "Thank gods it's you. Scared the shit out of me, Katsuki".

He chuckled and said, "And here I was tryin not to scare you". He walked over and took the blanket from you, tossing it onto the couch. "Stay". You blinked at him. "It's too late and you're obviously tired. You're welcome to sleep on the couch. I'll wake you up in the morning...unless Kaz beats me to it".

You nodded. "Okay, thanks".

"You want a pair of my boxers or something to sleep in? I can't imagine that dress is the most comfortable sleepwear".

"Oh no, this is fine. I've already troubled you enough".

He rolled his eyes and walked over towards the kitchen. "Tch, you're no trouble. It's the least I can do for all you do for Kaz".

You trailed behind him. "Stop it, Katsu, that's what you pay me to do".

He grunted. "Yeah, but you mean a lot to him, and I know he means a lot to you. And there's no amount of money that can pay for that". He grabbed 2 bottles of water from the fridge and closed the door, handing one to you.

"Thanks". He rolled his right shoulder and winced, rubbing it with his left hand. "You okay?"

"Fine. Just some muscle strain is all. The recoil from my explosions tonight didn't fuckin help".

"You want me to see what I can do?"

A small crease appeared between his eyebrows as he looked over at you, confused for a moment until he remembered. "Ah, right. Masseuse". - "Massage therapist" - "Right". He weighed his options and wondered if it would be crossing a line, but you were professionally trained and had offered after all. "Sure".

You patted one of the dining room chairs and said, "Come sit here and face the back".

He sat backwards in the chair and pulled his shirt off, exposing his naked torso to you for the first time. Oh fuck me, he is so fucking sexy! "Just rest your head against the back of it and relax your arms". You rubbed your hands together to help warm them up before placing one on each shoulder.

He flinched, "Fuck, that's cold".

You jerked your hands away, "I'm so sorry...hang on, I'll run them under warm water for a minute".

He rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder at you. "Tch, just come around here".

You rounded the chair and he held out his hands, motioning for you to do the same. You put your hands out and he folded his over them, the heat immediately soaking through your skin right down to your core, and you moaned breathlessly. He arched an eyebrow at you with a smirk on his face, making you blush and look away. "Sorry, couldn't help it. It feels really nice".

He held your hands like that for another minute or so before releasing them. "Now try".

You moved back around behind him as he rested his head against the back of the chair again. You lowered your hands to his shoulders and he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit more. You eased your hands over the sculpted surface of his skin, so warm and smooth save for a few scars here and there. "Your right shoulder blade is a lot warmer than the rest of your upper back".

You could feel the vibration of his voice against your hands when he mumbled, "'S where most of the pain is".

You hummed in acknowledgement. Starting with your thumbs on either side of his spine you applied some pressure and pushed outward towards his sides, a knot next to his shoulder blade popping under your right thumb, the motion throughout which he groaned. Bringing them back to center, you placed your thumbs a bit higher than before and repeated the same technique, slow and deep. Again, plucking the same band of muscle like a tightly wound guitar string. You repeated this all the way up to the back of his neck and across the tops of his shoulders before kneading his deltoids, drawing another rumbling groan from Pro Hero Dynamight. Amused, you asked, "Feel good?"

"Oh my fucking god", he grumbled. "I think I need to hire you as my personal masseuse too". - "Massage therapist", you corrected, but he was oblivious. Determined to loosen that long, tight band of knotted muscle that ran the length of his shoulder, you lined the pads of your thumbs up along the inside edge of his shoulder blade and pushed down and across at the same time. "Ahh fuck!"

Stopping to check in, you said, "You good?"

"You fuckin kiddin me? Never felt fuckin better, fuck. God, don't stop, (y/n)". The use of your name in that statement filled your mind with other situations in which those words might apply. You repeated the same technique around the entire edge of his scapula, the muscle having given way considerably by the time you were done a few minutes later. The man leaning against the back of the chair had been reduced to a mumbling puddle.

"That should help a little".

"A little?" He raised up and looked at you, punch drunk on a healthy dose of feel-good hormones. "Woman, that was better than most of the sex I've had".

You chuckled. "You must've had a lot of shitty sex".

His laughter ripped through the dining room walls. "...Ohh shit, I think I'll just stay here and sleep". He slumped forward against the chair and you placed a hand on his back.

"If you do that, you'll wake up in more pain than before. You need to drink plenty of water to flush out all the lactic acid that's been released from your muscles". You held out the water he'd taken out of the fridge earlier. He turned around so he could lean back against the chair, raising a wobbly arm to take the bottle of water from you. You couldn't help but stare at his perfect 8-pack, framed by a beautifully sculpted pair of obliques.

"Like what you see?"

Oh shit, damnit. You laughed nervously. "S-sorry. It's not every day that I see such well-defined...never mind". You shook your head and covered your reddening face.

He huffed. "S'okay, there's nothin to be ashamed of. I'm flattered".

You peeked through your fingers, "You are?"

He smirked. "How 'bout this?" He leaned forward in the chair. "You looked downright devastating tonight. Even now with your hair down and my shirt hiding your curves, you look ravishing. There, now we're even".

"I do?"

"C'mere". You walked towards him and he gently lowered your hands away from your face. "Don't hide from me. Let me see ya". You couldn't believe what was happening, but you were not about to stop him. "At the risk of bein' forward, and you can slap me and storm out of here if you want, but I have ta ask. Can I see ya in that dress again without my shirt on?"

You looked down, pinching the soft material between your thumb and finger. You pulled your arms into the sleeves and removed it, leaning your head back to run your fingers through your hair. Bakugou took his shirt from your hand and laid it over one of his thighs. "Fuck". He dragged his bottom lip through his teeth and shook his head, his eyes devouring every inch of your enticing body. "Stunning".

Feeling bold, you took three steps towards him, stopping between his legs and said, "You wanna touch me, don't you?"

"I’d be lyin if I said I don’t".

You reached down and picked up one of his hands, brushing your lips and raking your teeth against the skin of his knuckles. Hazarding a look directly into his fiery gaze you whispered, "Then touch me, Katsuki".

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standing-restart · 2 years ago

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George Russell, dead of night

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And like always, dear 🍉, you never miss!!!

This is from my three word prompts, and it got a bit longer than I expected.

Summary: George comes home later than usual after a long flight - and naturally, you just want to help him settle down before falling asleep. Word count: 1187 Content warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Unsave sex.

George comes home long after you’ve usually gone to bed. Such is the trials of races at the other side of the world and the trials of red eye flights that bring him back home to you. He tries to be quiet as he slips into the house in central London, the taxi provided to him by Mercedes already disappearing into the night. It’s a shame that you couldn’t have followed him for the race, but the demand of his job means that sometimes he has to leave you alone in the safety of your shared home.

He expects a lot of things. Maybe some dishes still in the sink, waiting to be loaded into the dishwasher, maybe some spread out books in the living room. He doesn’t expect you to wait for him at the kitchen table. The soft glow of a dimmed light beckoning him to step further into the room, a steaming cup of tea between your hands and one waiting for him next to you.

“I know you had a long flight, relax for a moment before going to bed.”

You’ve put his favourite nighttime tea in his favourite mug. After all, you do your best to listen to him, to pick up on his routines. To help him adjust to a world which does not move as fast as a Formula One car. He has a week off between now and the next race, so there’s plenty of time to spare for him to just breathe for a moment.

The two of you chat for a while, sipping your tea as you put your legs across his lap. Neither one of you notices when the clock strikes three am. Just like how neither one of you notice that the tea has gone cold between kisses that taste a lot like ‘I’ve missed you’ and ‘I’ve missed you more.’

“You should get a shower.” you tease as you run your hand through his hair. “And you should get out of your travel clothes. I’ll clean up here.” he deserves to be in bed at a reasonable time, but the red eye has assured that he won’t be over the jet lag as easily as he usually is. You’ve already made a promise to yourself that the both of you are going to sleep in tomorrow, maybe some lazy breakfast in bed.

Take out sounds like the best thing right now.

“Leave it.” he mumbles against your lips as he pulls you in for another kiss, holding your hand as he stands up, tugging you along with him until you’re melting in his effortless embrace. Perhaps he’s too tired, but you have no objections to seeing him be a bit silly like this in his exhaustion. “We’ll do them tomorrow.”

He keeps holding your hand while he walks upstairs. Normally, you might have been able to convince him to carry you up the stairs, but with how tired he is… you’re not in the mood to spend the evening pressing an ice pack to the back of either one of your heads.

“Let me take a shower with you.” you swear you can hear George giggle at this, but he’s not saying no. He’s only pulling you closer, trying to kiss you as often as he can, while your hands fiddle with his hoodie trying to pull it off of him. “Babe, you’re not helping.” he really isn’t. But you can’t even be mad at him for it. The exhaustion is truly getting to him now, especially so as he slumps against you underneath the warm water of the shower. Mumbling something into the crook of your neck.

You wash his hair for him, and use your hands to lather soap all over him. No, you don’t miss how he gets hard underneath your hands, and neither does he. George’s hands are all over you in return, one hand on your hip and the other on your chest as he lazily pushes himself against you. “I’ve missed you.” he whispers into your ear as he softly pushes you against the cool tiles of the shower. “I always miss you when you can’t come along.”

Saying ‘I know’ feels like an understatement. So you don’t say it at all.

George can’t keep his hands off you when you dry him off with a soft towel. He can’t stop kissing you when you guide him to the bedroom. “Fresh sheets.” he points out as if you weren’t the one who made the bed earlier that day to ensure he could crawl into it smelling like ocean breeze. “Shame they’re going to get ruined.”

He might be tired, but he’s not too tired for this.

Strong hands guide you to the bed, push you down into it. Neither one of you has gone through the effort of getting dressed, and now, as his hands stroke the skin of your thighs, you’re nothing but glad for it. “I love you.” it comes out between giggles and soft laughter. Neither one of you cares that the windows are open and that there’s a breeze which carries the sounds of the traffic outside coming in.

The world could be coming down around you, and neither one of you would care.

You guide him until George is the one who’s laying down on the mattress, one leg on either side of him as you hover over him. “Relax, babe.” he’s worked hard enough, the least you can do is ride him. With one hand on his chest, and the other wrapped around his cock, guiding him inside of you until you finally sink down on him. “You can fuck me the way you like tomorrow.” and that’s a promise.

For now, when it’s closer to dawn than it is to night, you’re more than happy slowly riding him until he tips his head back into the pillows. George calls you gorgeous while you move your hips, moans your name when you shift a bit to take him even deeper. All of it goes slow. Tomorrow the two of you will have the whole day for something rougher. But rough and fast isn’t what either one of you needs right now.

He can’t resist rolling the two of you over when he gets close. He can’t resist taking control with a few desperate snaps of his hips while he kisses you breathless before cumming deep inside of you.

Yes, it means another quick shower, but he kisses your thighs while the water soaks the both of you once more. And truthfully, that makes up for a lot.

“Don’t you dare set an alarm for tomorrow.” he says between yawns as he pulls you close into his arms when the two of you finally make it to bed. “It’s set for seven am sharp, you have a workout planned for then.” you laugh between lazy kisses, only for him to throw an arm across your stomach and pull you closer than before. You think he says he hates you in a mocking voice. You know he’s saying he loves you with absolute adoration.

#pushes my hands against my closed eyes - oh no this is soft !!!!!!#GR #nsfw.txt #🍉

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