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running-in-the-dark · 9 months ago
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broadway-heere-i-come · 2 years ago
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For the fan fic ask thing: the entirety of Tylenol and Diet Coke from your ao3
First things first, Tylenol and Diet Coke is an excerpt from a Kleinsen sickfic whose first draft is very nearly finished at 3,781 words. I shared a rough outline of the plot and another excerpt in this post from almost a year ago if you haven't seen that yet and want to check it out.
Evan tries very hard not to cringe as Jared digs his fingertips into his eyelid like he's trying to grab onto his headache and claw it out of his brain.
Instead, he swallows the last bite of his sandwich and asks, "Did you take any Aspirin or anything?"
“Tylenol. This morning,” Jared answers. He pushes his glasses back into place and takes another swig from his Diet Coke. He still hasn’t touched his lunch, the limp cafeteria pizza going cold in front of him.
A bit of real-world inspiration: I had awful headaches at the end of every day throughout most of middle and high school, largely due to sleep deprivation, and I would chug a can of Diet Coke before my drama club rehearsals hoping that it would prevent or alleviate them, not realizing that it was further hurting my chances of falling asleep at night. I now keep a relatively strict "ideally no caffeine after 12 but definitely no caffeine after 2" policy for myself.
Oh, also: my mental image of the lunchroom they're in is my elementary school cafetorium, which is where I picture every school lunch scene in everything I read or write taking place.
I originally wrote Evan eating a Sunbutter and jelly sandwich like he does in the novel, but I cut it out for being distracting.
Jared looks even worse than he did at his locker this morning. His face is waxy and washed out under the fluorescent cafeteria lights, and it makes the circles under his eyes look like punched-in bruises.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
Jared eyes him wearily over the grey aluminum. “Obviously. Fresh as a fucking daisy.”
“You know I mean--I mean, you're sure you’re not like. Sick?”
There are some descriptions in here that feel kind of clunky to me that I definitely want to redo, but I really like the way I wrote about Jared's appearance. I am also probably still way too delighted to make Jared Kleinman say "fresh as a fucking daisy."
“You know I don't get sick, like, ever," Jared says. "I haven't been sick since Mallory Bernabale sneezed in my mouth in the eighth grade. I just have a fucking headache because I was up until fucking four in the fucking morning.”
A few hours ago it was fucking three in the fucking morning.
I have an awful time naming OCs and I really wish I didn't go with Mallory Bernabale. It sounds too similar to Mallory Bechtel, which of course I realized only immediately after publishing it. I'll either come up with a new name or a new getting-sick Noodle Incident if I can think of something funnier.
I've had someone sneeze in my mouth in real life, but it didn't make me sick. Not fic related, but I also made out with someone the day before they tested positive for COVID without catching it.
Was Jared lying earlier about going to bed at three, or does he genuinely not know what time it was? It's up to you!
Evan knows that he should drop the issue, especially when getting Jared to talk about his feelings is like poking a bear on the best of days, but... “Still, maybe you should go to the nurse? Just to, um, to check. Make sure.”
“Waste of time. And I have a calc test at two, so I can’t risk getting sent home.”
That is the opposite of reassuring. “Why are you worried about going home if you're not sick?”
I think I decided to set this during junior year instead of senior, which probably means I have to change calculus to algebra.
Jared's worried about getting sent home because he woke up with a fever and took Tylenol to put it on hold for most of the day, rather than just taking it for his headache. At this point, the fever hasn't broken through yet, but it's going to hit him hard when it does.
“Jesus Christ.” Jared reaches under his glasses again to press both palms against his eyes. “Evan, I’m fine. I swear to God, okay? And I promise I have every intention of rubbing one out and then sleeping for fourteen hours the second I get home, so please just give it a rest.”
It’s the blunt edge of utter exhaustion in Jared’s voice that finally does him in. “Okay.”
The last minutes of lunch slip by in silence. Jared finishes off his Coke and crushes the empty can in his fist.
I wasn't sure about including Jared's "rubbing one out" snark when I first posted this and I'm still not sure about it now. I don't know if it's a joke that most readers have gotten or not, so it might seem out of place or edgy for edgy's sake. On the other hand, Jared makes a lot of jokes like that in canon and I want to be truthful to that.
I noticed when I was writing this scene that "It must be the wobble breaking through that finally does Jared in" echoes "It’s the blunt edge of utter exhaustion in Jared’s voice that finally does [Evan] in," which would be fantastic if they were from the same story! But they're not so it just means that sometimes I plagiarize myself. (Yes, I do have two different WIPs that involve Jared getting sick and being a stubborn little bitch about it...although now I'm wondering if anyone read both and did think they were related.)
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witch-hazels-musings · 3 years ago
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I WOKE UP JUST IN TIME AAAAA
Can I request the tall boys (Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya + anyone else you think you wanna add or change (except maybe Childe because I love him)) reacting to you having animal-like features (like ears and tail)
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What they would do if by some accident they themselves end up getting animal features (like fox ears and tail for Childe, cat ears and tail for Kaeya or Diluc, dragon features for Zhongli, etc) do they become clingy and display cat behavior of rubbing themselves on you? Something like that aaaa I'm so sorry if this doesn't make sense it's my first time requesting
experiments gone wrong
(eehe these men *cough* zhongli *cough* will be the death of me) 
Warning -> sfw, fluff (kissing, character suddenly acquiring animal like features) 
Character X GN Reader | anthology 
Includes: Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli 
As an alchemist, you really should have remembered the most important rule -> don’t leave unmarked bottles out where people can drink them …
So you couldn’t be too surprised by the turn of events that followed
Childe 
He went to bed earlier than normal, but you didn’t think anything of it. Perhaps he had a terrible day and just wanted to sleep it off, there wasn’t any reason to pester him about it anyway. 
The next morning, you felt him slip out of bed, a yawn falling from his mouth as he made his way toward the bathroom. Turning, you claimed more of the bed and attempted to sleep just a little bit longer. That was until you heard a wild cry and shot up in an instant. You were already partially out of the bed when Childe burst into the room. 
He looked at you, you looked at him, and as your eyes drifted from his ears to his tail, you understood his reaction. 
“WHAT?” He shouted into the bedroom. 
Oh archons, to see him like this … you wished it was easier for you not to think about how adorable he was, but it was impossible. The soft ears that peeked from underneath his hair, the fluffy tail that didn’t know how to stop moving, and the frantic face he gave you were all just perfect 
“What happened??” He asked, running back to the mirror before returning his attention to you. Quickly, you made your way to his aid and did your best to calm him.
“I’m not sure, did you do anything strange yesterday?” You pulled his face toward you, cupping your hands against his cheek and running your fingers through his hair. 
“Not that I know of … uh, oh! I found this …” He reached for a small bottle on the bathroom counter and handed it to you. Shit.
“Did you drink this??”
“ … yes.” 
“CHILDE!” You burst into laughter, knowing it wasn’t the right time but also unable to control yourself. His expression was distressed and worried and, as best as you could, you tried to bring yourself back to calm. “This wasn’t supposed to be consumed …” 
“A-am I going to die?” 
“No, you’re just going to be, well, this it seems.” 
“How long??” 
“I don’t know, a few days maybe.” He dropped his head into his hands, his ears drooped and his active tail dropped toward the ground. Wrapping him in your arms, you offered him reassurance while trying not to laugh. “You’re very cute though.” 
You caught sight of his tail moving slowly back and forth and added more pressure to your hug. 
He found that it wasn’t as bad as he thought, in addition to the extra features, he also was able to gain other advantages - his eyesight was much better in the dark, his sense of smell more keen, his agility top notch 
You were sure he had grown attached to them in the short time he had them - so when the option came for him to revert, you were sure it would be a tough decision 
Still - to keep him trapped like this, with features that weren’t his own - you didn’t want to be cruel 
“Here,” You put the bottle down in front of him. His ears perking up at the item and his fingers reaching to grab it. “All you have to do is drink that and everything should go back to normal.” You said with a slightly wistful tone to your voice. It was somehow sad to think these adorable additions leave would be gone soon. 
“What if it doesn’t work?” 
“I’m not sure. We will just try again if it doesn’t though.” Quickly, he took the cork from the lid and moved the vial to his lips. His ear twitched as he smelled the concoction. “I’ll miss this.” Resting your head in your hands you watched as he downed the liquid in one go. 
“It’s hard for people to take me seriously like this …”
“Did people take you seriously before?” You joked, winking at him. 
The next morning, he stirred in bed next to you, his hair brushing against your face and making you wake up before you wanted to. As your eyes adjusted, you instantly recognized what you thought was hair was actually ears and the giddiness of your heart jump-started you awake. It didn’t work -- oh no, guess you’d have to keep trying. 
Kaeya 
Waking up next to Kaeya was your favorite thing. It was an opportunity for you to be close to him, to witness his relaxed expression, and know that in these moments he trusted you over anyone else. 
So, when you woke and found him pressed against you, your hands absentmindedly began to run through his hair, over his shoulders, as you meandered your way into the waking world. There was something soft that flicked against your hand, but you pushed it away. It happened again, confused, mouth turning into a scowl and eyes rudely being pried open, you looked down to see what was making you irritated. 
You were wide awake when you saw the cat ears sticking out from Kaeya’s blue hair. They were richly shaded, deep blues with tips of white and perfectly placed on his head. Shifting, you tried to get a better view and the action made him stir. 
“Mmm, stop moving.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and holding you steady. Tapping his arm, you tried to get his attention. 
“K-Kaeya …” 
“What is it?” 
“Do you feel okay?” You asked, your voice shaking and hands hovering over his ears. 
“I feel perfectly fine, why do you ask?” He kissed your chest before nuzzling back into his place. 
“You … you’ve got cat ears.”
He laughed and pushed your comment away. His legs moved under the sheets and you swore you saw something poke out from the bed. “You’re pulling my leg, I didn’t know you could be this funny so early in the morning.” 
“I’m not, see.” Stealing his hand you placed it on his head and watched as his fingers ran over the ears which were sticking straight up. When his eyes shot open and his hand began to move faster, pulling, tugging, examining the feature, you tried not to laugh as his confused expression turned into a slight panic. He shot up, his legs moving so he could sit on the bed but winced when he did so. That’s when the both of you saw the tail. 
“Hold on, let me get ready, just … don’t freak out.” 
You rushed around the room to gather up your items, your gaze continuously falling on the incredibly still, unmoving frame that was Kaeya. 
After calling on Albedo to come and offer assistance, only to find that the features would be around for a few days … Kaeya started to get more accustomed to them 
He was for sure rattled but bounced back rather quickly - in fact, the features seemed to get him even more attention than he had before and he found that the added bonuses were helpful when he needed them for his knightly tasks 
Not to mention it seemed he was more affectionate than normal, and not in the way he normally was, it was more in a … cuddly, interested, curious manner 
One evening, you found yourself reading over several books that Albedo had recommended and became rudely distracted when Kaeya pushed his way under your arms and nestled into your lap
“Hey there.” You called down to him, hand dropping to his shoulder as he nuzzled against you. 
“Give me attention.” 
You laughed at his pouting expression, his lips turned downward and ears twisting to show he could be trusted. “I’m currently trying to figure out how to fix this, I can’t do that if I’m giving you all my attention.” His eye squinted for just a moment before he moved more into your lap and nearly pushed the book in your hands onto the floor. “Kaeya!” The playful laughter that filled his ears was as tantalizing as the drinks he let touch his lips. 
“You can figure that out later. How can you possibly resist me right now anyway?” He asked, pushing against you until your back pressed into the couch and his hands weaved their way around your body. His hair tickled your face as he nuzzled into your chest and, even though his hips dug into yours, you didn’t seem to mind the closeness he was trying to find. 
“Okay. Fine, I’ll look into it more later.” 
“What excellent news.” He practically purred as he slid his way to your neck and let his body rest against you.
 Zhongli 
It’s been so long since he saw himself with such features - and, to be honest, he didn’t notice them for some time. It wasn’t until you returned and the items in your hands fell to the floor upon seeing him that his attention was captured
“Zh - Zhongli!?” You babbled, making your way to him and not knowing what to rest your eyes on first. Was it the pair of elegantly shaped horns that sprouted between his brown locks of hair? Was it the golden slits in his eyes that reminded you of the reptiles roaming around the rocky paths of Liyue? Or did you look at the scales that decorated his face in such perfect placement? 
“Has something transpired?” His expression was one of concern, but also one of disillusionment. Did - did he not notice? 
“Are you feeling nostalgic today?” 
“Not particularly, what makes you ask?” 
“Well … you look kinda like … I mean hold on.” You quickly disappeared down the hallway before returning with a small handheld mirror, one that Zhongli had purchased for you some time ago. Handing it to him, you waited until it started to register on his face the changes to his appearance, and that’s when you noticed the long claws which jutted out from his nail beds.  
“Huh, this is peculiar …” 
Sitting down across from him, you placed your hands on the table and watched as he examined the reflection of his face. “So you didn’t do this?”
“I must say that I did not, though It is rather pleasant to see …” His voice trailed off and you watched as he fussed with his hair, touched the horns on his head, and opened his mouth to check and see if - yup, he had canines much like a dragon too. That’s when it hit you. 
“Did you … drink anything strange?” 
The mirror found its place upside down on the table, his glowing eyes shifted to you as he took in your question. You let him think and finally, he gave you his answer. “I do recall there was a strange vial on the counter when I awoke. Ah - my dear, are you unwell?” He asked as your head dropped onto the table. 
The strangest thing about Zhongli holding these features was that he seemed … perfect for them and it was becoming quite the problem to hide
You were much too cautious that someone may discover who he really was with these pretty telling additions to his wardrobe, so you asked him to stay home for a while until you could get some answers
He didn’t seem to mind, and when you were finally able to gather up all the items needed to prepare an antidote for his condition, you were finding it very distracting to make the concoction at home 
The bubbling liquid warned you it was much too hot and so, with adept fingers, you turned the nobs and burners down so as to not overheat or scald the liquid inside. The aroma that filled your nose was … unpleasant to say the least, and so you finally succumbed to the need to wrap your nose in a clean cloth. 
Turning your back to the equipment, you made your way toward the drawer where the rags were kept but when your eyes caught sight of Zhongli standing by the window, you nearly fainted. 
He was wearing a robe, the material had slid down one of his arms and rested in the crook of his elbow. It gave you pause and allowed you to see the toned torso which was normally hidden by the layers of clothing he wore on a regular day. 
Since he found no need to properly get dressed, he had reserved himself to lounge about in clothes that felt ‘more suitable’ to him, as he explained. 
The light from the sun flashed across his chest, laid softly against his face, and illuminated the golden speckles in his hair - you wondered if it was because of the horns, perhaps they were reflecting the light and making him look ethereal in the warmth of the sun. He crossed his arms and shifted his weight as he looked beyond the window, almost as if he was yearning for something far beyond his reach. 
“I think I’m nearly done.” You explain, tying the towel around your face and returning, reluctantly, to the concoction behind you. 
As you began to spoon out the unnecessary ingredients until you were only left with the pure grade potion, you didn’t notice how he had moved to your side until the small vial was filled. 
“Here you -- oh!.” He stood right in front of you. His eyes were dangerous, burning, focused. “I didn’t see … you …” He reached around to the back of your head and skillfully undid the makeshift mask you had created moments ago. When it was off, he took the vial in his hands and placed it onto the counter before returning his attention to you. “Are you … okay?” You asked, tracking the movements of his face as he leaned down toward you. 
His lips hovered barely over yours and the closeness of him made your heart flutter. “You are mine, are you not?” His voice rattled your bones from the intensity, it was oppressive and supportive all at the same time. 
“Y-yes?” 
His lips pressed against the corner of your mouth, “You belong to no one else?” 
“No …”
“Good.” 
It’s a good thing the instructions never said anything about, ‘consume immediately’ because you were very distracted for some time. 
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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years ago
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Hound dog’s princess
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the first request of the new batch! thank you!
Alpha! hound dog x Omega!reader
warnings: ABO, Smut, swearing, you know the usual stuff
word count: 1,200 (about)
Summary: Ryo is doing his best to take care of you, and restrain himself, but damn if you aren’t making it hard for him. 
You had always wanted to move in with your boyfriend. Ryo was the most affectionate Alpha you had ever had and more often than not you stayed the night at his place or vice versa so it made sense for you to just move in together. 
His tail has hadn’t stopped wagging for a week after you had agreed to move in with him. Ryo and all of his hero buddies had been able to move in all of your boxes and furniture in just a few hours. He had even carried you past the entryway of the door like you were a married couple.  
“This is going to be great,” Ryo said pulling you into his side and nuzzling your head kissing you. 
“I can’t wait,” you murmured burring your head in his chest. 
What neither of you expected was the unexpected problem that your scent would cause. His scent was already heightened because of his quirk, you were used to him being able to guess your mood just based on your scent, but it had never driven him so wild before. 
Maybe it was because even if you stayed over at his apartment, and your scent clung to his sheets or his shower it was still his territory and there were still places he could go and escape your intoxicating scent. 
But now you were simply everywhere, you stayed home while he was at work and your sweet smell clung to every inch of your house. Normally when he came home the rush of you was comforting, but it didn’t take much for him to become insatiable. God help him when you go into heat.
It didn’t take long for you to catch on to what was happening to your mate every time he came home. So most days you used sprays and cleaning supplies to dull your scent, however, there were times where it was fun to tease Ryo.   
Your heat was coming soon and you could feel the burning need to mate was setting in. It wasn’t intentional but even you realized your scent was becoming oppressive. You spent the day prepping your nest and generally trying to dull the pain until your Aloha came home. 
As if he had somehow known, Ryo texted you telling him that he missed you and he would try to be home soon today. Perfect, now you wouldn’t even have to beg. You quickly texted him back saying you missed him too. 
Ryo didn’t know what was wrong with him today, No matter how much he tried to focus on work his mind drifted back to you. When He woke up this morning, he had strongly considered calling into work so that he could stay in and snuggle with you. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you on the couch and hold you, maybe with cups of tea and cookies too. He just really needed a nice night in.
That plan quickly went out the window the second he headed for home, he could smell you from a block away. He was sure that no other alpha could smell you, but that didn’t stop the rush of protectiveness that suddenly filled him. He burst through the door in record time. 
“Omega?” he called frantically,
“Ryo?” you responded poking your head out of the kitchen. He pounced on you, feral and needy. 
“You should have told me sooner, I would have come home.” he growled pressing you to the kitchen counter his teeth inches away from your throat, the only thing keeping him from biting you was his muzzle. 
“It’s okay, I didn’t want to bother,” you said melting against his firm chest. You hadn’t been too desprate earlier but now that your alpha was right in front of you you couldn’t help yourself. You reached for him. Slipping your hand around his neck through the thick blonde main and unhooked his muzzle. You were so much smaller than him it was a struggle to reach up that high, especially when you were unable to move much while you were pinned under your mate.
His teeth sunk into your shoulder with a deep growl you cried out in pain your body confulising against his body. 
“Are you hurting Omega? Do you need me to fuck you? Knot you nice and good?” He asked while he continued to chew on your shoulder and ground his crotch against yours letting you feel his hard cock. 
You let out a moan and rolled your hips and all thoughts of teasing him disolved as an aching need set in your core. “I need you Alpha,” you whimpered clawing weakly at his chest
“Here? You want me to fuck you right here or should I take you up to your nest?” he asked. 
“Here,” you decided pulling off your shirt, Ryo happily pulled and ripped off the rest of your clothesleaving you naked on the kitchen counter with your slick cunt  exposed Hound dog couldn’t help himself. He buried his face between your thighs licking and sucking on your folds. He held your legs apart easily with his large hands. He was lost in your sweet taste revling in the little moans and the way your body trembled when his long tongue ranover your clit or slipped in side of you.
Ryo pushed you fruther back until you hit the wall. “Alpha please, fuck me,” you whinned, not that you didn’t love the feeling of his mouth on you, but you heat was driving you nuts and you needed him to fuck you arlready. 
He growled against your cunt before relaicing your clit from between his teeth and pounced on you a second time. He pulled his cock you slowly rutting against your cunt before finnlly pushing inside of you. 
You moaned in pleasure your hips bucking to meet yours as he hit as he fit as much of his large cock inside of you as posible. The way he streached you should have been painfull but you couldn’t help but revil in the sting that came with his brutal thrusts. 
“Alpha!” you cried out despratly as he began to snapp his hips back and forth, sex with Ryo was a lot of things, but it was never gentle. 
“You’re taking me so well Omega, I always forget that this little cunt actually can fit all of me,” he grolwed lifting you up easily and hammering you up and down his cock, slick dripping down both of your legs. Ryo lowered his head and started gnawing on your shoulder and neck again, marking you as his. 
“I’m going to cum,” you whimpered scratching at his shoulders, 
“Do you want me to knot you princess?” he asked
“Yes! Please knot me alpha!” you begged as your high came crashing down over you. Ryo continued moving you until he was at his own end with a roar he pushed his knot inside of you growling loudly as his cum seaped inside of you. 
“Can we go up to the nest now?” you whimpered, still catching your breath, 
“Sure princess, anything for you,”
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duskandstarlight · 4 years ago
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Embers & Light (Chapter 9, Cassian POV)
Notes: I had a lovely anon this morning ask for a POV from Cassian’s POV in E&L when he rubbed salve onto Nesta’s back. So, here you go, folks. As usual, apologies for any typos etc etc.
And for those needing a reminder of what happened in chapter 9, you can read it here.
Waiting outside of Nesta’s bedroom door was torture. Not just because Cassian would soon be touching Nesta’s bare skin, but because he knew she was trying to relinquish control by making him wait. And Cassian had been waiting for a long time now. Much longer than was necessary for Nesta to remove her nightgown and wrap herself in a towel.
Cassian bit back the snarl that wanted to emit itself from his throat, because rising to the deliberate wait would give Nesta too much satisfaction. And this was the game they played; continually trying to get one up on the other, riling and prodding and poking until they hissed and snarled and flames sparked between them.
So, Cassian waited patiently. He scented the chamomile salve wafting under the door and—Nesta. More intense than before. Jasmine and vanilla and her. Intoxicating and fiery and steely at the same time, as if she were forged from something entirely different from anyone else in the world.
It was addictive and exhilarating. It woke Cassian up, as if he had only been slumbering before. Nearly five hundred and fifty years of floating through life until Nesta Archeron came along and disrupted the course of things, like a knife thrust through the heart.
Footsteps sounded across the carpet and Cassian straightened, before he decided that a relaxed posture against the doorframe would irritate her more. He only just had time to arrange his expression into one of bored disinterest before the door opened.
Cassian cocked a lazy eyebrow as if to ask what took so long, but Nesta only turned immediately on her heel. He trailed after her into the cold room, trying not to stare at the creamy expanse of her back that peaked beneath her loose golden brown hair—the wings of her shoulder blades and the three freckles which dotted down the far too prominent nodules of her spine where they met her neck.
When Nesta turned back to face him, her pewter eyes were brimming with challenge, daring Cassian to comment on her lack of clothing. But he only twirled a finger—a silent order.
For a moment, Cassian thought she’d deny him, but then she obeyed—for once.
“All over?” he asked, making his voice deliberately practical rather than playful.
Slowly, Nesta dipped her chin. A long pause followed, as if she had forgotten that she had to relinquish the towel. But Cassian did not taunt her. Remained silent and patient, until she seemed to realise it for herself.
When she pulled the towel around to her front, that scent intensified. And when Nesta pulled her hair around her shoulder to expose her neck, Cassian’s nostrils flared.
Fucking hell, sometimes Cassian wondered how he controlled himself around her. Even his blood thrummed beneath his skin, pushing towards her, to the name that beat and chanted on the wind and in the back of his mind, always: Nesta, Nesta, Nesta.
His eyes snagged on that column of skin, and the temptation to bow his head and sink his teeth into her flesh was suddenly so overwhelming that Cassian almost took a step backwards.
But then a glimmer of apprehension fluttered down the bond and that urge vanished, as if it had never existed at all.
“Let me,” Cassian murmured, stepping towards Nesta so he could help to move the remaining tendrils of hair that tumbled down her back over her shoulder.
He ignored the electric sparks that shot through him as he swept his calloused fingers over her bare skin. And when that unblemished skin pebbled under his touch, Cassian realised just how freezing the room was—he wouldn’t have been surprised if his breath misted in front of him.
“Sorry,” he said softly. “I'll be quick, I know it's cold.”
“Just get it over with,” Nesta replied. Beneath his hands, her body was ramrod straight—so preternaturally still it was unnatural even to Fae.
So, Cassian tried his best to set Nesta at ease as he rubbed the salve between his palms, warming it before he dared touch it to her skin. “This stuff is good,” he said conversationally. “I use it a lot. I know humans usually have the worst muscle pain on their second and third day, but Fae bodies recover more quickly. You’ll be sore tomorrow, but it shouldn't last much longer than that.”
Beneath his hands, he felt every inch of her skeleton. Nesta’s body was so thin it felt as if her skin was like paper—as if the bone might pierce through if his touch was too firm.
The knowledge made his stomach clench so fiercely he wanted to smash his fist into the wall. He had let this happen. He had let—
“Good,” Nesta clipped in response, but the sound was coarse, pushed through gritted teeth as his hands skated over what he had guessed earlier to be a sore spot between her shoulder blades.
“You need to start eating right, too,” Cassian dared to say, as his hands traversed down her lower back. He wasn’t sure where the confidence came to comment on her weight, not after she had spat at him when he had pleaded for her to eat at breakfast the other day. “And lots to gain back the weight. I can tell—”
Hot, sharp anger stabbed through him so fiercely that suddenly Cassian couldn’t breathe. Because across the lower curve of Nesta’s back was four silvery scars—claw marks made by ragged nails that raked their way underneath the nightgown pooled at her hips.
The air between them shuddered.
Free of siphons, Cassian’s Killing Power was untamed and unchecked. And that trembling… that was what happened when Cassian was furious enough for his magic to tumble out of him before he could stifle it.
He could not remember the last time it had happened. Not for four hundred years, at least.
“How old is that scar?”
His words were low and fucking dangerous, he knew that. His hands had stilled on her skin, but as he spoke, his left hand moved on instinct rather than logic.
Nesta stilled when he brushed his fingers over what must have been deep gauges. Gently, he traced the path of each cruel line—
“What scar?”
Cassian paused at the thick quality to Nesta’s voice, as if she had wrangled the words out of her throat lest they become lodged there.
That fury spiked again and the windows rattled. “Nesta, is that scar new or is it from that human?”
The way he spoke was too forceful and too commanding. He knew that before the mist started to spark from her fingertips. Before his magic began to roar in his veins at the sight of her power.
The way in which Nesta whirled on the spot was so fast that Cassian thought he’d blinked and missed it. “You said you would do this quickly.”
Despite the hiss, Nesta could not conceal the vulnerability that flickered in her eyes. It was that rare glimpse into that normally closed off tunnel that allowed Cassian’s roiling anger to still for long enough for rationality to kick in.
Slowly, Cassian loosed a long breath and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead in an attempt to smooth away his twisted expression. “I’m sorry Nesta, ok? Just… let me do this. Turn around.”
Those mercury eyes stared him down but Cassian did not balk. Instead, he scoured that beautiful, steely face. Never had Cassian witnessed Nesta smile, but even without it she was perfection. The Cauldron could not have Made someone more stunning and deadly. Even as a human, Nesta had been more breathtaking than any Fae Cassian had ever set his eyes on—would ever set his eyes on.
Nesta must have found something in Cassian’s expression, because slowly—with a final, deathly glare—she turned her back to him.
It was a sign of trust and one Cassian did not take lightly.
Scooping up some more salve, Cassian silently continued his task, gliding his hands over those taut, sore muscles. When he reached those scars again, his hands ghosted over them in a way that was too tender. The skin was ridged and Cassian dared to run a a calloused thumb over the raised bumps.
To his surprise, Nesta did not bat him away or set him alight.
“I’ll kill him for you, if that’s what you want,” he murmured darkly.
That haughty chin tilted upwards. “Why should I let you? It would take the joy out of knowing I can do it myself whenever the mood strikes.”
A low laugh skittered out of him. “Whilst that is a good point, the offer still stands. Or perhaps I can come with you, when you do decide to pay him a visit."
Screwing the lid back on the salve, Cassian placed it on the dresser, averting his eyes as Nesta quickly pulled her nightgown back up. Her skin was covered in goosebumps from being exposed to the cold air, and Cassian glanced towards the open, unlit hearth stacked neatly with pine logs. “I’ll get a log burner installed for your room this week.”
Nesta’s head snapped to look at him. She had been staring longingly at the heaps of blanket on her bed.
It was obvious she was desperate for him to leave.
“I —“ she started, but then she broke off. For a moment, silence fell, and Cassian knew she did not know how to concede—to say thank you.
So, he shot her a crooked grin and said, “I’ll see you bright and early for round two. Don’t be late.”
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lovestrucked-again · 4 years ago
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I read ur breeding kink with Jaehyun and I just woke up in a sweaty heated mess from the dream it left me with. Like uk how Jae is so in love with children? omg just him desperate to have a child and constantly fucking and i-
a/n: so i saw this AGES ago in my inbox but i didnt answer it because i had this idea and only finally just put it down (sorry). *clinks a glass* TO JAEHYUN AND A GODDAMN BREEDING KINK.
warning: lots of fucking, lots of overstim, breeding kink, 2k
Okay so everyone knows Jaehyun has a soft spot for children and to him, the thought of having his own kids one day is such a dream. He can’t help but vividly picture you, walking around with a hand on your stomach, carrying his child looking so glowy and pretty.
He’s probably mentioned it earlier on in your relationship, believing that you’re ‘the one’ for him; the one who makes him truly happy and want to be better as a person. He promised to care for you, to watch you advance in your own personal goals and to cheer you on from the side lines.
After being together for a few years, the talk of having your own child would come up almost every night while you lay cuddling in bed, “Do you think about it?” he asks, his voice in a cautious whisper.
“Hmm?”
“Having a child with me.”
“Of course I do Jae. I want to… just not right now.” you tell him, not wanting to bring a child into your lives in the midst of your busy individual schedules. You wanted to offer your child all your attention not anything half-assed.
“But one day right? You’ll give me a baby?” he murmurs in the darkness of the room.
“Definitely one day.” You mumble back, your lips forming into a soft smile against his chest.
A couple of months later and the two of you had made it back to your apartment after a long night out on your 4-year anniversary. That night when you made it to your front door, Jaehyun could no longer keep his hands off of you. Kissing you all over your face and neck, as he grips onto your waist, pulling you into him; digging his fingers into your skin. “Fucking beautiful and fucking mine, aren’t you?” He whispers, watching the way you squirm underneath him tangling within the sheets and almost sliding off the bed. He pushes himself into you, filling you with his incredible hardness as you groan, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him tightly into you. Your hips snap up to meet his, moving up and down on his cock, sending pangs of pleasure through your feverish body. “Can’t wait to see your tummy grow.”
He doesn't mean to say it, not wanting to pressure you into anything but the words slip off his tongue as he struggles to stay sane feeling your walls wrap tightly around him. All your gasps and soft whimpers echo in his ear and the sound of his cock wetly plopping out of your hole continue to drive him further into his fantasy. “Fuck baby, tell me to stop.” He chokes out, his teeth clenched and gritting against each other as he scrambles to get the words out.
“W-What, why?” You don’t want for him to stop and you’re confused at his sudden halt.
“If you don’t,” he grunts loudly, his hips snapping forward into yours, “I’m afraid I might put a baby in you.”
He closes his eyes and leans his forehead against your shoulder, his breath heavy as he attempts to restrain himself. You let out a quiet gasp, involuntarily clenching around him and he draws in a sharp breath. He tries to slow himself down, thrusting into at a lazy pace to prevent himself from coming inside; but not completely – as it would’ve felt like pure torture for him.  
You bring your fingers up to his soft curls, tugging at them gently to bring his gaze up. Jaehyun whimpers softly but he looks at you, his vision hazy as he tries to focus only on your face and not at the feeling of your walls surrounding him.
“I want you.” You whisper, watching his brows furrow in confusion.
“What?” he asks, unable to comprehend your words.
“I want a baby with you.” You repeat.
Jaehyun nods, his nervous expression from before turning into a devilish smile. That was his breaking point.
***
It all happens rather quickly, Jaehyun being very impatient after learning you were also ready for the next step. The pills are the first thing to go; letting your body take his sperm and work it out naturally. He takes all the little opportunities of free time he has to make sure your filled with him.
On late nights when he’d come home after practice at ungodly hours, you’d be woken up by him in bed, his soft kisses planted around your body causing you to stir from your sleep. On mornings where he had more time to stay at home, you’d both be in the shower; your front pressed against the cold tiles as he drives himself into you.
He’d take you anywhere and anytime he could, desperate to finally have a child with you.
On a particular afternoon, Haechan and Mark had come around, sitting outside on the balcony of your shared apartment. You could see them through the glass screen, separating the balcony and the indoors as you focused on the cleaning the dishes in the sink. Jaehyun took you right there and then. You felt his erection poking at the back of your ass, “Jaehyun, we have friends over,” you warned him.
Instead, his hands ran over your stomach and down your pants as you groaned quietly, cursing yourself for not bothering with panties because of your slack sweatpants. “We can be quick.”
Without wasting time, he had placed the head of his cock at your pussy, rubbing it back and forth a few times between your wet slit before he eased into you. It slides in easily, and in one smooth motion he buries himself to your hilt. Your hands reach for the counter, struggling to keep balance as your ass moves back to meet him. His hands find your hips, moving a little faster, thrusting a little deeper. You kept your focus on the boys outside, watching them laugh and talk to each other, oblivious to the scene unfolding behind them. You took a hand off the counter, reaching down for your clit, desperate to relieve yourself quickly. Without any time lost, your legs buckle and you cum, spraying the floor as Jaehyun shoots his load deep into you.
The two of you stood there, his cock softening as you caught your breath. Jaehyun’s first to notice Mark getting up from his seat, quickly pulling out of your pussy and drawing a long string of cum out. He swiftly pulls his pants up and you do as well, leaving immediately when you see the grey fabric beginning to stain dark by the mess flowing out of your pussy. Jaehyun ducks down with a paper towel, forced to quickly clean the mess on the floor as Mark walks in.
***
Again and again he would beat into you, the slick sound of his cock pumping in and out of your wet pussy loud in your ears, along with the frantic creak of the bedsprings, the banging of the headboard against the wall. “Going to make you full of me princess.” He hums, his body going suddenly stiff, ramming you deep as you scream feeling his fingers claw into your breasts. Your pussy feels crammed with cock, and you can feel him throb hard, shooting his semen into you. You cry out with him, and then shortly after cum too, thrusting your hips up at him in a spasm of release as his seed pours into you. You arch your back clawing at the bedspread as you tremble beneath him, the blood roaring in your ears.
It’s not even minutes later before he flips you over, “one more time baby,” he whispers dragging your body closer to his to align himself again and drive forward.
A few days later and Jaehyun had bought home a pregnancy test, bouncing around excitedly as he waited for you to check. Both of you were sure that night had done it, but as they say, things never go as easy as you want. You sit back against the tiles as you think of how to tell him, it’s negative. Jaehyun doesn't take it well, dashing back to the store for another test, believing the first one was just a mistake. When you test it again you can only sigh, “Jae it’s not broken, it’s negative.”
He tries his best to keep hide his disappointment, taking it as a challenge instead. “We just have to try harder.” He grins, picking you up from the bathroom floor and taking you back to the bedroom instead.
He eases into you slower, knowing your still sensitive from the relentless fucking over the previous few days. “Just have to try again.” He murmurs, more to reassure himself as you nod. You hum quietly, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you whimper and fight against the burning in your thighs stretched widely against the sheet.
Jaehyun goes gently at first, choosing to drive himself further into your hilt rather than going in quickly. He’s thrusts are thorough, moving in long strokes against your walls tightly. You can hear him grit his teeth as he urges his self-control, struggling to adapt to a slower pace. He drops onto his elbows, his face centremetres away from yours as you feel his heavy pants at your cheeks.
“It’s okay,” you comfort him running a hand against his back, “it’s okay.”
His hips move a little faster as he grunts louder, his body moving forward with each thrust as you squeeze around him, “Take it all princess, all of it.” He whispers, pushing into your hilt as he feels himself shoot.
You’ve never seen him so desperate, it scares you a little but it also makes you feel a little nervous, worried how his mentally doing. He doesn't like to share much about how he feels, afraid to scare you. You try to shift under him, his arms trapping your head from turning and his body pushing closely into yours, “J-Jaehyun?” you whimper.
He lifts his head at your call, moving again to push himself deeper into you, letting his remains leak inside and mix with your juices.
“M-making sure.” He grunts, pushing your shoulders down as he moves his body up towards the bedframe “just in case.”
He doesn't stop after that; taking only a quick break preparing himself for another round. You squeal at the sudden loss of his cock inside before he begins pounding back into you suddenly, your nails digging into his skin as you hold onto him. Your body trembles underneath him from the intensity and you moan as you feel him shoot into you again.
“Stay still.” He coos, stopping you from moving away. It feels like your pussy is flooding, your walls struggling to clench weakly around him.
You watch as he adjusts the pillow underneath your head, planting soft kisses over your face and neck. His cock twitches inside you with every movement and you jerk everytime, “Stay like this for a while,” he murmurs, wanting to make sure he had done everything possible.
“You’ll get tired like that.” You pout, worried his arms wouldn't be able to hold his weight for a long period of time.
“I can take it.” He whispers, leaning his cheek against your shoulder as he shifts to keep his weight off you.
Your eyes begin to droop and you can feel his heavy breaths calm down against your neck. With a hand on his back, you use your free hand to stroke his hair, his exhales becoming softer and softer as time passes.
Jaehyun lays quietly in your embrace, his cock softening inside you. “I think we did it,” he whispers, his voice low and only barely audible. You feel his words vibrate against your body and with your eyes closed you give a soft nod in agreement.
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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago
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I know you’re not doing requests now but I want to send this just in case! Or maybe you can save it! But I love your writing and you’re hilarious! Would you please please write something with Gucci skiing with us with some wipeouts and humor and then soothing each other’s sore muscles afterwards? Or Dr Ren if you prefer! Either hottie! 🖤🖤🖤
anon... why not both?
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MAURIZIO GUCCI
“I’m so excited to go skiing,” you mumbled through a mouthful of crackers. You and the rest of your group were sitting around the Resort lounge. Sharing a nice cheese board, red wine, and chatting about the lovely weather. It had been so long since you’d been on a trip with them, it was nice to get out of the city and escape to the Italian country.
You were sipping on your wine, briefly tearing your gaze from the evening snowfall. There were some families littered around, lovers smiling at one another, sharing kisses between whispers of passion. However, one table stuck out to you. A man, all alone, sipping on some whiskey. Some glasses and slicked hair, the dim light showing off his distinctive features. You were captivated, wanting to walk over and speak to him, get to know who he was, where he came from.
Another slow sip, you glanced away, chiming in with you raunchy joke. Basking in the laughter of your friends, you turned back towards the man. Stunned when he met your gaze. Unblinking, unwavering, just sipping his drink, you noticed he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Instead a diamond encrusted gold ring decorated his pinkie, bigger than any jewelry you adorned.
You mirrored him, taking a sip of your own, he set his glass down. And from across the room, he smirked at you. Followed by a nod of acknowledgment, making your cheeks instantly flush from embarrassment.
Your friends finished quickly after, leaving you to abandon the stranger. Who was now nursing a second drink, staring at the snowy landscape. Perpetually alone, your heart ached at the sight, but you couldn’t go over. What would you say?
You replayed him handsome smile over and over in your head while laying down. Memorizing the lines of his face, the crinkle of his eyes, how they seemed to focus on just you out of anyone else.
———
Everyone got up and out the door bright and early, preparing with some spiked coffee before heading to the hills. You were buzzing with excitement, partially for the skiing but there was a chance to see him again.
Slim, but still a chance.
“Hey,” your friend snapped in your face, “You okay? You look a little out of it.”
“Oh no,” you sighed, focusing on moving over with your group. Smiling at the sweet kids learning to ski on the bunny hill, a few of them being helped by their parents. You briefly noticed a familiar head of hair as you ascended the mountain.
At the summit, all your friends gave a quick goodbye and placed a bet who would crash first. You knew you’d be fine, it wasn’t the first time on the slopes for you. To your left, someone approached you, the only reason you knew was because of the bright red suit.
A woman, covered in designer branded accessories, scowling down the mountain. You smiled at her, fixing your own fur hat, “I love your suit.”
She turned to you, cocking a brow in suspicion, eyes flashing down your figure. And then she set off, you scrunched your face in displeasure. She seemed fun.
Letting gravity do the work, you headed down, trying to bask in the scenery instead of race like everyone else.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
You turned to the right, stalled on the mountain was the man from last night. A white snow suit that fit him far too snug, you were surprised it even fit. From this close you could really take in his appearance, he wasn’t this enormous from afar.
“What?” you questioned.
He nodded towards the tree line, “The mountain, isn’t it lovely?”
“Oh,” you blushed, “Yes, it’s gorgeous. It’s been so long since I’ve visited.”
“Hm,” he looked down at you, a small smirk gracing his full lips, “Why not come more?”
“It’s so expensive,” you sighed, “It’s not a luxury I can afford all the time.”
“You deserve every luxury the world offers, sweet dove.”
You gaped, briefly turning to see if he was still talking to you. He chuckled a little, holding his poles in one hand and out stretching his right.
“Maurizio,” he smiled, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss...?”
You whispered your name, out stretching your hand which he immediately took. Enveloping in his size, he stroked his thumb over your knuckles, bringing them to his lips. Gazing at you lustfully, “A beautiful name, for a beautiful little dove.”
You whimpered at the feel of his lips, wishing for a moment they were on your own. Or trailing over your body, roaming and tasting every inch of you. “Are you here alone?”
“No, I’m with some friends.”
He nodded, “If you’re able to get away, here’s a card to my room. I’d love to see you more.”
He tucked the card into the breast pocket of your suit, another chaste kiss to your hand and he left.
———
After spilling to your friends about the handsome stranger they BEGGED you to go see him. Just to see what would happen... so here you were standing before his room. Dressed in a white turtleneck, and some tight pants. Cheeks and nose still rosy from the wind earlier.
A light knock, no answer.
You tried again.
Still nothing.
You fiddled with the card in your hand, debating if you should head back. But... he gave you a card, you could just go in and wait.
The light flashed green, and you were inside. Lavishly decorated, a large fireplace, king bed, windows overlooking the night snowfall. You poked around, seeing no sign of Maurizio... or any luggage for that matter. It almost seemed like no one was staying here.
“Dove?”
You spun on your heel, seeing him peek through the door. His concerned look dropping once he spied you, “You came.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, “This is your room?”
He shrugged, “One of them.”
“What?”
Maurizio didn’t give you an answer, instead pouncing on you. His rough hands caressing your cheeks as he kissed you, at first you were confused. Wanting him to move, but he pressed on, a hand sliding down your back to wrap around your waist.
“I’ve been thinking about your lips since last night, so plush and pink,” he whispered, “How beautiful you were next to the fires.”
“Mhm,” you tried to speak, but he kept your lips locked. Tongue slithering into your mouth, coaxing yours to dance with his. You moaned at his taste, warm and rich, hints of whiskey hitting your palate.
Maurizio walked you back into the bed, knees giving out as you fell. Finally getting full breaths of air, panting as he devoured your form. He leaned over you, both hands planted by your torsos. A piece of his well kept hair falling over his forehead, “As beautiful you look in this,” he tugged on your sweater, “I would love it even more if it was on the floor.”
You melted, giving a soft nod. He slid a hand under your shirt, gasping when he touched your skin. Gripping your waistline, moving slowly up towards your bra. He leaned into you, pressing soft kisses to your cheek and jaw. Fingering the black lace, one finger slipping under the hem.
“So soft, little dove.”
As fast as he was touching you, he ripped his hand away just as quick. Standing before you, he pulled his sweater off. Tearing his glasses off with it, he fumbled with his belt, nodding at you to follow his lead.
You threw your clothes off like they were on fire, whining when he helped tug your pants off. Hooking his fingers into your lace underwear, groaning when he saw your cunt.
“Up,” he rasped, pulling off his briefs, palming his cock to kneel on the mattress. You were mesmerized by it, standing proud and tall. Long with a short hook towards his belly button. Brown hair trailing down towards the base, “So beautiful, are you soft there too?”
“Yes,” you whimpered, spreading your legs out for him to explore you. Laying back on the silk pillows, you gasped when his hand cupped your sex. Running a finger through your lips. You felt the golden ring he wore skim your inner thigh, causing a shiver to shoot through your spine.
“We must be quick, dove,” he mumbled, “As much as I want to savor you.”
You looked at him confused while he lined his cock up with your entrance, his eyes flashed from your lips to your eyes.
“I’m married.”
“What?”
He pushed inside you, stretching you wide with his length. Maurizio groaned, “So tight, I knew you’d feel amazing.”
He hitched one of your legs to his shoulder, sinking in even deeper. You felt him deep inside you, almost in your stomach, digging your claws into his bare shoulders.
“Will you scream for me, little dove? So I have something to remember when I sleep tonight?”
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Dr. Kylo Ren
ALSO-ITS CANON KYLO DOESNT SKI HE SNOWBOARDS. ALSO ALSO ANON THIS ONE IS FUNNY BC ITS THE REN FAM ON VACATION.
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“Mom! Did you pack my laptop charger?”
“Yes princess,” you called from the kitchen, packing some snacks for the plane. Odin was running around the living room, it would be his first time flying overseas. So you wanted him to tire himself out before you made it to the airport. Ren walked out of the bedroom, hanging up the phone, “Is everyone ready?”
You nodded up the stairs, Ren scowled, “Belle! If you aren’t down here in 5 minutes I’m taking your phone away!”
“Dad, I’m still packing!”
“Would you rather I came up there and dragged you down?”
A loud groan, and there came your daughter. No makeup, hair in a bun, still in some pajamas since your flight was at 6AM. Matching her fathers scowl, she walked over to you. Laying her head on your shoulder, “Mommm, Dads being mean.”
“I’m right here, Belle.”
“Okay,” you threw your hands up, “I guess Odin and I are going to Italy! You two morons can stay here and fight.”
———
The flight was delayed, leaving you and your family to nap in the uncomfortable chairs of the boarding area. Ren was snoring loudly, Odin was laying uncomfortably on your lap, leaving Belle who was draped on her fathers shoulder.
Thank goodness you woke up, pushing your exhausted family on the plane. It was a larger plane, giving you and Ren more space and the kids sat in front of you.
No luggage was lost, no one forgot their passport (thanks to you), and Ren even remembered to add international to your phones.
You all piled into the car, Ren demanded a Jeep from the rental company. Making it glaringly obvious you were Americans, exactly like the one you had in the garage at home. Boards on the roof, bags in the truck, both children fed and buckled, Ren only yelled at Belle once because she tried to sit up front.
The drive was beautiful, when Ren wasn’t driving like a maniac. You had to remind him several times your children were in the car. “Okay, so, when we get to the resort. You and Odin have a room together. Its connected to me and your fathers.”
Belle rolled her eyes, “Why do I have to share with Odin?”
“Because it’s either that or you sleep on our floor.”
You chuckled, Ren smiled at you, placing a palm on your thigh. This trip was more than a family vacation, it was something he’d been promising since your marriage. And he told you last night he wanted to fuck you against the window, so all the skiers could see your tits pressed against the glass. While he came all over you, so the kids weren’t allowed in the bedroom.
“Ew,” Belle gagged, “Dad stop feeling up mom, it’s gross.”
“I’m going to do more than that, so stay in your fucking room. Unless you want to see us fuc-“
You slammed a palm over his mouth, but the damage was done, Belle screamed. Yelling ‘gross oh my god oh my god you guys are old!’.
———
You all had a nice dinner in the lodge, drinking red wine and delicious food. You even let Belle have a few sips, she wasn’t a fan of Rens old fashioned. Turning green at the taste.
After kissing the kids goodnight, you locked the door connecting the two. Turning to see your husband, completely naked on a leather armchair. Stroking his cock as you padded over to him.
“Hi handsome,” you placed a hand on each thigh, feeling the muscles tense as he picked up the pace. Fist smacking his skin, precut already drooling from the tip.
“Sit on my cock, love,” he growled, “Need to feel your tight cunt.”
Soon you were bouncing on his lap, grinding down on his glorious length. Punching the air from your lungs as he pounded from below. Ren needed you to be quiet, stuffing your thing into your mouth.
You clenched around him, “There’s my good little slut, Daddy missed your pussy.” He tightened his grip around your waist, “Gonna fill you with cum, then I’m gonna fuck you on the bed. Stuff my fingers in your ass.”
You whined, “Oh, you like that don’t you? You want Daddy to fill you up?”
Ren mouthed at your neck, slamming into you completely. You spit out the garment, burying your fingers in his dark mane. “Daddy, fuck me on the bed. I need it, please.”
He groaned, swiftly standing up with you still on his cock. Throwing you on the bed, he grasped your cheeks, “You better keep your whore mouth shut, or you’ll get nothing.”
You nodded, rolling onto your hands and knees. Presenting yourself for him, Ren climbed behind you. Spitting between your cheeks, “Lube?”
“Bag, side pocket.”
“Finger yourself.”
Ren flew off the bed, searching for the lube, you gladly followed his instructions. Pinching your clit a few times before sinking in two fingers. Whining at the feeling, they weren’t big enough, couldn’t reach where Rens could. Didn’t stuff you as full as his cock could.
“I said finger,” he growled, “Not tease.”
He landed a firm spank on your cheek, lurching you forward on the bed. “Get back here,” Ren yanked on your hips, pushing a hand on your back to force your arch. You whimpered when the cool liquid slid between you. A finger curling down to your clit, wet circles over and over.
Ren tore it away, planting his left hand to the mattress. Draping over you, you could hear the slick sound of him living his cock. Wagging your ass in anticipation, “Tell Daddy what you want.”
He prodded your pucker with his middle finger, sinking it in. Its accepted the intrusion with ease, aching for more. Ren slipped in another, fucking you open with twists of his wrist. His lips lavishing your cheek and lower back.
“Fuck my ass Daddy”
———
Belle had her snowboard, along with her father, Odin was taking ski lessons, and you were there to watch him.
Everyone was safe and happy.
Ren decided to stay with Odin for a moment, so you could head up with your daughter. Giving you a big kiss that was not G-rated, even going so far as squeezing your ass and growling, “I’m tearing this off you when we get back to the room.”
You and Belle settled on the lift, she was smirking at you. “What’s up baby?”
“Nothing.”
She looked out at the landscape, “How’d you sleep?”
You shrugged, “I slept great, it’s a nice bed.”
“I’m sure.”
You squinted at her.
Belle looked back at you, “How’s your ass feeling? After your Daddy fucked it?”
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i know this just got sent to me and i should focus on other asks BUT i was in a gucci mood and didn’t proof read bc i’m on my phone driving to oregon 😋
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misscloudiedays · 3 years ago
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If you don't mind me rambling about my Sonic.EXE AU- I'm gonna ramble about the AU- I haven't come up for a name for said AU yet-
(Inhales)
OK, so you remember Dark Gaia from Sonic Unleashed? The giant God of pure darkness or whatever that was in the Earth that Eggman woke up just to cause havok?
Well, Eggman (somehow?? Nobody knows how) captured a tiny bit of Dark Gaia's energy, and decided to experiment with it- he was either going to use it to power a robot or make a creature from it that would serve him, he hadn't decided yet, but he experimented on it nonetheless.
Little did he know that said energy was ALIVE. You see, Dark Gaia liked to make little souls/hellspawns made out of his own energy to grow up to either destroy the Earth with him or become his successors when he died when they were freed from the Earth's core. (All of the spawns but Xeno are dead, along with Gaia)
So, one day, Eggman was doing his usual thing with making robots and stuff, when Sonic broke in to stop the current plan of Eggman's he caught wind of - nobody knew, but Xeno and Zavok anonymously ratted Ivo out cause Zavok didn't like how Eggman was experimenting with Dark Gaia's energy of all things.
So Eggman runs off and sends a bunch of robots to deal with Sonic... you know the drill... Sonic destroys the robots, but the last one he spindashed into... both Sonic and the robot crashed through and broke the glass tube Gaia's energy was in, setting Xenophanes free.
Gaia's energy is absorbed by Sonic, but instead of turning him into the werehog, it doesn't really do anything at first, just makes him feel dizy and a bit sick, but Sonic brushes it off and rushes after Eggman.
Sonic finds Eggman, and...
Sonic blacks out.
And something- someone- takes control of him for five minutes... Xenophanes.
And after those five minutes, Sonic wakes up to find Eggman's base destroyed and pretty much on fire... and Eggman huddled up in a corner scared for his life and fake crying.
Sonic feels even more sick then before, and goes home. He feels really dizy, so he lays down for a bit, and starts to black out again. Before he does black out, a creature emerges from his shadow- one that looks a lot like him. A creature that Sonic unknowingly gave a form to. This being introduces themselves as Xenophanes, but just when Xeno is about to explain some stuff, Sonic blacks out. Great.
Sonic soon wakes up, still feeling a bit sick. But he's mostly better, and thinks Xenophanes was something from a weird dream he had.
"Heh... that Xen...o ...phanes thing was weird... odd dream."
"Man, I wish it were a dream."
Sonic turns around, startled.
Xenophanes, the same creature that Sonic saw earlier... their head and clawed hands were poking out from Sonic's shadow.
"But it wasn't a dream. I'm real. And you're kinda stuck with me, now.... get used to it."
Xenophanes just hides in Sonic's shadow most of the time, almost never coming out either because they're shy, or are scared of everyone, which makes it hard for Tails to figure out Xeno's whole deal and such-
(Sighs)
Aight then... that's all the rambling.
Have a nice day/ night-
So eggman messed with power he didn’t understand and fucked up sonics life (sorta)
Makes sense Jhsjsn
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tallstars-rewrite · 3 years ago
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Chapter 32
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A bright ginger tom padded confidently along the narrow fence, taking in the scents of the morning. Dawn was cloudy and gray, but there were small streaks of yellow and orange poking through the gloomy cover. It wouldn’t take long for them to dissipate and give way to scorching clear skies. Jake normally wouldn’t bother being awake so early, as his housefolk wouldn’t be up to feed him until well after sunrise, but this morning felt different. 
Jake had looped the neighborhood twice already looking for...something. He didn’t know what, but he figured he would know when he found it. So far everything was quiet. But he knew when his gut told him that it was a day for going out, he should listen. It had always been right so far--well, ok, it was right at least half the time, but that was a good enough ratio for Jake to take seriously. So, he kept his ears and nose open and searched for anything and everything slightly out of the ordinary.
A pretty gray molly bounded up onto the fence when he walked by her yard.
“Good morning Quince,” Jake greeted her. 
She purred and rubbed her cheek against his. “You're up early,” she purred in a honey sweet voice. “Are you going to watch the sunrise with me after all?”
“Sorry, I was just going to walk by the woods today.”
She rolled her eyes “There’s nothing interesting in the woods! What do you want to go there for?”
“There’s plenty interesting in the woods! Don’t you remember that story I told you before?”
“Oh yes, yes, the monster cats. You’re still going on about that?”
“They’re not monster cats Quince! They’re called warriors.” Jake said indignantly. “Well don’t let Nutmeg hear you talking about it again, you know how worked up she gets about it.”
Jake knew his friends didn’t care as much for his stories of the wild cats that prowled in the woods and beyond. And they didn’t believe him about the one he’d met once either. Sometimes even he wondered if he was just manufacturing the memory of that cat. It felt like it had been an eternity since he lived on the farm at the edge of the moorland; the world around him sprawling in every direction, massive and wondrous if his legs had only been long enough to run it. It certainly felt a bit like a dream when he described it, especially to cats who had always lived in a smaller world where you couldn’t see very far without a house or tree in the way. 
Not that Jake didn’t like living with Cris and Dusty, he loved them both dearly. His housefolk had always been in his life, though he never really understood what made him suddenly want to take all of their things and leave the farmhouse behind. Jake was happy to go with him, but he couldn’t help wishing he’d had just a little bit longer at the barn near the moors. But as his mother always said, life for a cat simply goes on. Everything changes eventually. His paws would be swept in a new direction, with him simply carried along and adapting with it. Family goes separate ways, one day you only know a few fields and a shed, the next you’re whisked to somewhere completely strange, and so it went. It was bewildering, but also exciting in a way. 
Jake had lived in his new home here for moons  He’d explored every nearby inch, including the farther town, and got lost only a few times. It was nice, but it had started to grow a tad...monotonous. And, sure enough, there came an itch in his paws and a tug in his gut that insisted...maybe it’s time to get swept along again. He was restless with the waiting, so he made a point of following the impulse every time. Usually it led him places he wasn’t supposed to be, angering housefolk and strays as he went, but...maybe this time was different.
Jake’s friends didn’t really understand his fancies, but he still tried to goad them into joining him anyway.
“There are lots of birds in the woods this time of day, Quince,” Jake pressed. “You like watching birds don’t you?”
“I like watching birds from my garden, where it’s safe,” she replied, pointedly.
He had promised not to try exploring the woods because it made Quince and Nutmeg uneasy, but it was the only place he hadn’t checked yet. Quince continued giving him a hard look.
“I’m not going in or anything!” Jake insisted.
She narrowed her clear blue eyes a bit, clearly having doubts about that.
As they walked, eventually they heard a rustling below. Someone hissed up at them. Jake and Quince looked down to see a disheveled looking tortoiseshell who walked with a bit of a limp.
“Good morning Nutmeg!” Quince chirped. “You’re not hurting your leg more are you?”
“No, mom I’m not doing any jumping,” Nutmeg rolled her eyes. She carefully clambered up onto a stool, and then a table, to poke her head over the fence.
“You look more ruffled than usual. Anything different go by?” Jake asked.
 Nutmeg broke her leg some time ago tumbling off a roof. She’d gotten frightened by a large bird when she was trying to peek into a new neighbor's garden, but the accident hadn’t stopped her from keeping up her favorite hobby: spying on all of their neighbors. Keeping a defensive lookout, she called it. Or perhaps just being very very nosy.
“Listen, I squeezed through the fence into Tyr’s yard earlier,” Nutmeg said in a hushed urgent voice, “and there’s this dangerous cat walking around!”
“Is this like the dangerous cat that actually turned out to be a little lost terrier?” Jake asked.
“Shut up Jake, that was one time!” Nutmeg hissed. “And yes, I’m sure, Tyr saw it too! It was a big lanky freak all covered in blood. It had probably just killed, and I bet it would do it again! It tried to attack both of us, but we managed to get away. Tyr just left me to scramble down the ladder like the coward he is, and I almost bent my other hind leg in the process.”
“So you have been hurting your leg more,” Quince tutted. “You're never going to get rid of that limp at this rate.”
“Are you even listening? That dangerous cat is still out there! You should both go back to your gardens and get inside.”
Jake couldn’t hide the spark of excitement. This was certainly different.
 Nutmeg glared at him with flattened ears. “I know that look Jake, and don’t you dare even think about it. You can’t go messing with dangerous strays! Last time you did that you almost lost an ear to a mangy old brute.”
“We came to an understanding eventually,” Jake said simply. “I just surprised him is all.”
“Well this isn’t just any stray! This cat wasn’t normal, it was long and gangly and bony, and its claws were huge. A mistake of nature if ever I saw one! So whatever you're thinking, you’d better not.”
Jake blinked at her innocently. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
“He was just thinking of strolling by the woods.” Quince chirped.
“Tattle-tail,” he grumbled.
“No!” Nutmeg yowled, digging her claws into the fence in exasperation. “It was right by the woods where we saw it! Just go later! Or better, not at all! Do you have fluff in your brain?”
“It would be a better idea to go home, I think,” Quince said nervously. “I certainly don’t want to meet any aggressive strays.”
Jake sighed. “Alright, alright. Since everyone’s so worked up about it.”
“Thank you.” Nutmeg huffed, “Now get out of my garden, you're going to attract attention.”
Jake waved goodbye to both his friends as Quince quickly made her way back to her own house. He padded onward down the fence. His home was nearby, since he’d already made a full loop of the neighborhood. Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to keep his promise about going inside. What kind of cat could Nutmeg have been talking about? She had a tendency to exaggerate, but she did seem very worked up. He could go to Tyr and ask him, but Tyr was...well, Jake didn’t want to call him “stuck up” because that would be rude, but he was sometimes... difficult to talk to. And more prone to exaggerating than even Nutmeg. Whatever this mystery was, he’d have to find clues himself.
Jake always believed his paws would take him where he needed to be even if the path there was bumpy, and that destiny was something that had funny and unexpected ways of finding you. Maybe it was an overly colorful way to look at life or even a little naive, he knew that, but Jake figured he would rather be a little naive then miserable and bored. And as he approached his garden, he became all the more certain his gut was right about today after all. 
A sharp scent hit the roof of his mouth and he opened his jaws to get a better taste. Was that...blood on the grass? Jake couldn’t help his curiosity. How could he possibly not follow it? So follow it he did, and to his surprise, the trail led him right into his own yard. Cris would still be asleep. Housefolk hated when Jake woke them up, but he would do it if he had to, in case there really was some sort of danger.
His other housemate, Dusty, had broken off a small bottom chunk of the wooden fence trying to dig his way out (and maybe Jake had encouraged it a bit), and it looked like someone else had squeezed their way through the hole. Slipping through after it, Jake could scarcely believe his eyes. 
There was a long, stretched out form sprawled out awkwardly in the freshly cut grass. Skinny, bloody, and scratched up badly. There was dark wet spots on the ground where it smelled like they'd been sick. It was certainly a cat by the looks of it, though for sure an odd looking one. They were rather big, with an impossibly long tail and the biggest ears Jake had ever seen. 
A series of memories came flooding to the surface of his mind. The sprawling moors, the scraggly border of the woods, a bewildered black and white face blinking down at him with eyes the most beautiful shade of orange and copper Jake had ever seen, like a brilliant setting sun. Memories from a different world that almost felt like dreams these days.
Jake sniffed the limp form. He was definitely passed out cold. It couldn’t really be him could it? It was too perfect a coincidence. It was absurd! And yet...Tallpaw was there. Of course, it all made sense now, that “lanky freak” couldn’t possibly be any cat else.
 And he was an absolute mess. 
“By all the stars!” Jake breathed “What happened to you?”
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Nutmeg was the last to pull herself up onto Jake’s windowsill. 
“Be careful not to put weight on your leg,” Quince warned. Nutmeg huffed in annoyance for the mollys fussing. 
“Be quick! You won’t believe it,” Jake chirped. He could hardly keep the excitement out of his voice.
“I hope it’s good, because you’re right, so far I don’t believe it.” Tyr scoffed. Jake hadn’t actually invited him, but the pampered old tom had just invited himself as usual, and Jake was too nice to tell him to go away. The windowsill barely fit all four cats. Jake ignored Tyr’s comment and peered in, eyes bright with excitement.
“I’m telling you, it’s the same cat I talked about that I met when I was younger, I’d know those ears anywhere!”
Nutmeg narrowed her eyes. “And he’s in your house now because…?”
“Well, yesterday he passed out outside and I got Cris’s attention because I knew he would help any hurt cat, and then he took him away and brought him back, and now he’s in this room!”
“I cannot believe your housefolk just brought a strange stray into your house! Neither of you know if he’s dangerous. Jake, your housefolk’s head is as full of fluff as yours is,” Nutmeg exclaimed.
Jake turned up his nose. “He cares about everyone, I like that about him! Now wait here, I heard mumbling earlier, so I bet my friend is awake.”
Nutmeg’s short mottled fur stood on end “Wait, don’t go into that room! What are you thinking?”
“Everything’s perfectly under control, Nutmeg,” Jake assured her as he squeezed through the narrow gap in the open window. This window luckily never closed all the way and it was easy to shove a paw under and get open. Jake leaped down into the room and padded over to the carrier. It was covered in a shabby towel. 
Poking his head underneath the cloth, he said as gently as he could “Hey, how are ya feeling? Any better?”
A garbled growl was his response. Well he was sort of awake at least. The carrier suddenly shook violently. Alright, he was definitely awake. Jake scooted back as a long, clumsy white forepaw shot out between the bars and swiped blindly at the air. When the paw got tired and drooped onto the floor, Jake patted it gently with his own paw, and promptly dodged another swipe in response. 
He looked back at his bristling friends on the windowsill. “See, perfectly under control. He’ll feel better when he’s not stuck in that box. Hey Nutmeg, what was the trick you figured out about opening these carriers again?”
“I’m not telling you!” Nutmeg's growl was very high pitched. “You can’t let that thing out Jake, you don’t have any idea what you’re doing!”
“Maybe it would be best to be careful, Jake.” Quince agreed.
“Oh nevermind, I remember now.” Jake pawed at the silver lock. It had to slide in some direction...He batted at it, and the cat inside growled in alarm. “Don’t be afraid! I just have to paw at this until it moves.”
At last it slid, now if he could just get a claw around the door….
It turned out he didn’t have to, as a blur of black and white barreled into the door and it flung open, forcing Jake to spring back. A bristling ball of fur and bandages rocketed across the room until it tumbled into a pile of spare towels tossed on the floor. Cris was never very good at cleaning the house. He heard his friends on the window cry out in alarm, and Jake instinctively jumped back up on the tall windowsill, needing a bit of help from Quince to haul himself all the way up.
“There, everything’s fine,” Jake gasped. “Just want to give him a moment to calm down, being trapped in those little boxes is the worst.”
“That’s...really a genuine real life wild cat then?” Even Nutmeg sounded a bit amazed.
“Yep! He’s from the huge field I told you about, he’s the fastest cat who ever lived.”
“You don’t know that,” Tyr sniffed. He hated any cat that was more impressive than himself, with his “purebred bloodline” whatever that meant.
“I do so know it,” Jake argued, “They’re all really big, and they have a whole society with no housefolk to take food from. And we were friends, and he helped me get home when I was lost once!” 
An angry pair of blazing orange eyes glared at them, hissing as he tried to stand up, but wobbling badly on his feet and falling over soon after. The vet’s medicine had obviously not worn off as Tallpaw stumbled around the room. Jake heard Quince giggle.
“He’s really as noble as you described,” she purred.
“Be nice!” Jake said. “We all saw how bad Nutmeg was when she came back from the vet after her leg got hurt. They make your head all funny.”
Down below, Tallpaw had gotten frightened by a mirror, tried to claw it, hurt his paw and scampered awkwardly away. “Who’s there?” he slurred. “I’m not afraid of you. I’m not afraid of anyone.” He smacked a stray piece of trash on the floor, but the noise it made when it clattered into the wall clearly startled him. He arched his back and snarled.
“He’s snarling at a piece of plastic.” Nutmeg said.
“He’s just confused, I’m sure I can calm him down.” Jake mewed.
Suddenly, Tallpaw whipped around at the sound of their voices and launched himself at them, attempting to leap up onto a shelf near the window. Nutmeg cried out in alarm. Tallpaw’s aim was unsurprisingly poor as he missed the high shelf and tumbled back to the ground. At last he lay still on the carpet, panting.
“W-well he is...something, isn’t he?” Quince stuttered.
Jake winced. “I’ll er...I’ll go see how he’s doing.”
“Wait, that is that same cat from yesterday, I know it!” Nutmeg called, claws digging anxiously into the old wood. “Jake, he’s dangerous and clearly insane, you can’t just walk up to strays like that!”.
“Well, I’m gonna,” Jake said over his shoulder. “I told you, I know him! His name is Tallpaw.”
“I thought its name was Tal.” Tyr muttered.
Tallpaw was breathing heavily on his side, clearly having exhausted himself from his drunken run around the room. Jake padded up and tentatively touched him on the side. Tallpaw’s head shot up, lurching back to his paws again and barring his teeth, but his gaze was blurry and unfocused. “Don’t sneak up’n me, intruder!” he slurred.
“Oh you're not on about that again, are you?” Jake laughed. “Come on Tallpaw, don’t you remember me? It’s me! It's Jake!”
“W-wh....Jake?” Tallpaw blinked at him blearily, as if he was trying to focus. He swayed back and forth on his paws like a tree in the wind.
“Yes, Jake. You're in my house.” Jake mewed slowly.
Tallpaw looked around again, his eyes focused on the three kittypets muttering to each other outside the window. “They’re laughing at me,” he growled. “I’m getting outside.”
 Before Jake could stop him, Tallpaw crouched and leapt straight at the window. Tyr yowled in fear and promptly fell off his perch. Of course, Tallpaw smacked hard into the glass and fell back down again with a loud thump that shook the windowpane, but obviously didn’t budge it. Nutmeg and Quince were bristling in surprise, but Quince was clearly trying very hard to suppress a giggle. 
Nutmeg was less amused. “What is wrong with that cat?” she hissed.
“It’s ok! It’s ok, no one is laughing at you!” Jake said quickly. 
Tallpaw covered his eyes and groaned.
Jake pressed his nose against his head. “It’s all ok, maybe just stay on the ground ‘til you're feeling a little less dizzy, yeah?”
Tallpaw’s sunset colored eyes widened again as he looked up. “Jake?” he wheezed, as if he’d only just seen him.
“That’s it!” Jake purred. The wild cat remembered after all.
 “But...but you got eaten by a monster. Where am I?”
Jake cocked his head in confusion. “Huh? I didn’t get eaten by anything, I just moved away.” 
“You’re not real. I’m dead, this is just part of the punishment...” Tallpaw moaned and flopped back down, burying his face in his paws.
Jake licked his head. “I’ll give you a moment to rest until your head clears.” 
“It’s so bright and loud,” Tallpaw mumbled. “I know buddy, here this will help.” Jake tugged the towel off the carrier and went to awkwardly drape it over the shaking WindClan cat. “There, if you can’t see it, it can’t hurt you.”
Tallpaw only groaned again, but eventually grew quiet and still. Jake looked sheepishly up at his friends while they stared in complete bafflement at the bundle beneath a towel.
Well alright, so this wasn’t the best of introductions. 
Eventually the others were shooed away, but they were obviously very hesitant. Jake couldn’t help being a bit frustrated. Sure there had been one or two times….or maybe several times where he assured his friends that he knew what he was doing, only to come home with new angry bite wounds from adventures gone awry, but couldn’t they give him the benefit of the doubt?
 The house cat sat contentedly next to the wild cat trapped in his house, who was still halfway hidden under a towel and making the occasional whimpering sound. Jake blinked fondly at him and sharpened his claws on the carpet to contain a burst of restless bubbling excitement. He had a feeling the next change in his life was about to start.
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reptilian-with-scalli0ns · 3 years ago
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Wrath
Summary: Roman's been a little upset with recent events
Word Count: 1902
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cws: someone gets beat up, there's a little blood, someone's arm is broken, shouting in all caps, being restrained, being choked, being knocked out
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Janus was waiting, somewhat nervously. He’d noticed that Patton had seemed lonely lately (something that was not his fault and absolutely did not feel guilty over), so he’d invited him for tea. He was waiting in the commons, to prevent any unfortunate interruptions from Remus, or anyone else. He’d even told Remus that his kraken was causing issues in his side of the Imagination, so hopefully that was where he was right now.
He’d just checked the time for about the tenth time in two minutes, when, to his surprise, Roman came striding into the room. He did not look happy.
“You.” Roman strode over, and Janus stood quickly to prevent Roman from towering over him.
“Perhaps it is me, perhaps it isn’t,” said Janus, pretending to examine his fingernails while studying Roman out of the corner of his eye. He looked incensed, and the venom in his voice backed it up. “Maybe I’m actually Remus in disguise-“
“Shut up!” Roman interrupted. “I’m going to be doing the talking this time, snake.”
“You do a remarkable impression of second rate lackey, might I ask the reason-“
“This is all your fault!” Roman slammed Janus into the wall, lifting him by the collar, and Janus finally got a clear view of his eyes. Oh no.
“Roman, wait-“
“NO!” Roman slammed him back again. “Stop TALKING!” Roman’s hands moved to Janus’s throat and he choked, gasping for breath.
“J- Janus?”
Roman turned, furious at the interruption.
Patton gasped. He’d never seen Roman look so… angry. His eyes-
“You know what,” said Roman in a low, dangerous sounding voice. “This is your fault, too.”
Behind him, Janus croaked as Roman’s grip tightened.
“Roman,” Patton said, trying to stay calm, “just let him go, we can talk about it-“
“NO!” Roman screamed, “NO, I’m done listening to either of you! All both of you ever do is manipulate and lie, and I’m DONE!”
Janus tried to push Roman's hands away, but he couldn't move them, and his arms fell to his sides. He weakly hit the wall a few times, then went limp in Roman's grasp. Patton cried out and moved toward Janus but Roman blocked him. He dropped Janus to the floor and turned to Patton.
“Now, both of you are coming with me.”
Roman advanced, and the last thing Patton saw was a flash of orange in his eyes before darkness.
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Patton woke up to the sound of crying.
“Roman?” Patton tried to reach out, but found that he couldn’t. His hands were tied tightly behind his back, and attached to the wall somehow, he couldn’t get around to see. Then he remembered what had happened before he’d blacked out. “Janus?!”
There was a groan to Patton’s right. He turned to see Janus in a similar position, with the addition of a cloth gag over his mouth. Patton tried not to freak out.
“Janus, Janus are you are alright?” Janus blinked his eyes open and turned slowly to Patton. He coughed a little, and his breathing sounded a little hoarse, but otherwise he seemed okay.
Patton was pulling on the ropes when he realized that the crying had stopped a while ago. And that Roman was standing just a few feet away.
He was slightly in shadow, even though there was light in the cave looking area they seemed to be in that Patton couldn’t see the source of. He couldn’t see Roman’s face, but he could tell that his eyes were rimmed red, and he still looked incredibly angry. He could see this because even though Roman’s face was in shadow, his eyes were glowing orange.
Janus seemed to notice this too, because he was staring at Roman with something that almost looked like fear, and he started yanking on his bindings desperately. He looked at Patton, and he could see concern and fear in Janus’s eyes, but he didn’t understand. Sure, Roman had never been this upset before, but he was still Roman, right?
“So,” Roman said, still in that low, dangerous tone, and Patton turned back to him. “You think that you can just crush all my dreams and that’ll be it?” He took a step forward, and the light flashed off the sword at his waist. “You think, that you can just puppet me around, hold exactly what I want in front of me, only to turn around and say I can’t have it?”
“Roman,” Patton started, “Let’s just talk-“
“And you!” Roman rushed forward, and suddenly he was in Patton’s face, hands on the wall on either side of his head, shouting. “Stop acting all innocent! This as just as much your fault as that slimy snake’s!”
Patton gasped and pressed himself back against the wall. It was Roman, but it wasn’t Roman at all. His eyes were orange, and there was smoke coming out of his nostrils with every breath, and when Patton tore his gaze away from his eyes, he saw two small red, scaled horns poking up out of his forehead and curling over his hair. He snarled, and Patton saw that his teeth had sharpened, too, before he shoved himself away and turned to Janus, who re-doubled his efforts to get away.
Roman walked over and stopped in front of Janus, staring down at him. Janus looked like he would love nothing more than to sink into the floor and be gone, but that wasn’t working, either, so he was trying his best not to look afraid, determinedly staring Roman in the eye.
“You care about him, don’t you?” said Roman, his voice low again. Patton looked between them, confused and scared. “You care about this sneaking-“ Roman kicked Janus in the chest and Patton cried out, “pathetic-“ he kicked him again, and Janus gasped for breath, “liar-“ he kicked him once more and Janus bent over, wheezing, “more than me, who did nothing but do exactly as you said for years and years.” Roman looked over to Patton, who tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out except a few terrified breaths. Why was Roman doing this? “Because you insisted that you were right, you were always right, and we should all just listen to you, but you were lying,” Roman hissed, and smoke shot from between his teeth.
He turned back to Janus, fists clenched tightly by his sides. His breathing was becoming erratic, and his eyes were getting shiny. “You shouldn’t care.” Roman advanced on Janus, who was just recovering and propping himself back up against the wall. “You should never care, because you’ll just get hurt, right Deceit?” Roman spat.
“Roman, just stop,” Patton cried faintly, leaning as close as he could while being held back by the ropes.
“No.” Roman’s eyes weren’t shiny anymore, just orange. “I won’t stop, until- until you hurt like I did- like I do-“ He punched Janus in the chest, knocking a pained cry out of him, and Patton could see tears leaking out of the corners of Janus’s eyes.
Roman heaved a few breaths in and out, and looked at his hands, which were also becoming covered with red scales, and his nails becoming claw-like. His eyes went wide with a slight panic, and he ran his tongue over his now very sharp teeth. His hands shook as they went up to his forehead to feel the horns, and he took another step back, and Patton’s heart leapt with a bit of hope. Then Roman’s hands came down, no longer shaking.
“This is you too, isn’t it?” He asked Janus, anger wobbling through his voice. “You make me the villain, just because I won’t just roll over and let you trample me anymore!”
He kicked Janus again, then punched him in the shoulder, then the face, and Patton cried and tugged on his bindings fruitlessly. Janus summoned more arms to protect himself, but Roman grabbed his wrists and yanked them out of the way. He knelt over Janus, pinning one arm with his knees and forcing the other against the stone wall. Janus struggled, but he was tied down and Roman was stronger, and he twisted Janus’ arm until Patton heard something crack, and Janus screamed.
Patton’s vision turned orange.
He roared, suddenly several feet taller and no longer bound to the wall, and a long green frog arm swung out and knocked Roman back into the opposite wall, where he fell limp on the ground.
The orange faded and Patton stumbled to his knees, catching himself with one hand.
There was a muffled groan from behind him and he remembered what was happening.
“Janus!” He turned around and looked. Janus had bruises forming on his wrist and darkening ones on his neck from earlier, and Patton was sure there were some on his chest too. He pulled off the gag and Janus coughed, worryingly getting a bit of blood on Patton’s shirt. He inhaled shakily. “Janus, are you okay? What am I saying, of course you’re not, tell me where it hurts, is anything broken-“
“Patton-“ Janus croaked out, leaning against Patton’s shoulder. He was breathing shallowly, and wincing with each breath. “We need to get-“ he coughed again over Patton’s shoulder as he fiddled with the ropes, mindful of Janus’s probably broken arm. “We need to go.”
Patton finished untying the ropes and leaned Janus on him more fully. “Not without Roman,” Patton insisted. “Something was wrong, that couldn’t have been him-“
“And it’s probably still wrong,” said Janus weakly as Patton helped him stand, “I’m fairly certain we’re in the Imagination, he’ll be fine, let’s just go-“
There was a muffled sob from the corner and Patton turned to look. Roman was curled up in a ball, his hand over his mouth and his face covered in tears. The orange eyes were gone, but the scales and horns were still present.
Patton dragged Janus over as he protested weakly.
“Roman-“ Roman flinched and shook his head, pressing further into the corner. “Roman, it’s okay, you’re okay now-“
“No, I’m not, I hurt you, I hurt Janus, and I- I’m,” Roman pulled his hands away from his face and looked at them, trembling. “I’m a monster,” he whispered. Despite his injuries, Janus managed to roll his eyes. Roman growled at him, then immediately looked guilty, whimpering as the horns grew slightly longer.
“Let’s just…” Patton didn’t know what to say, but he didn’t want to leave Roman alone here. “We can deal with it at home, okay? Maybe… maybe it’s just from the Imagination, and it’ll go away?” He put a hand on Roman’s shoulder and Roman put his hands over his face. “Please, let’s just go home, I can’t carry both of you.”
Roman muscles lost some tenseness, but it seemed more out of exhaustion than calm. He nodded shakily and pushed himself up. “I- it’s just the Imagination, we can get to my room from here.” He stood, and Patton started to follow with Janus, but he stumbled, holding his ribs.
“Here,” Janus blinked in surprise as Patton lifted him into a bridal carry, “We can get you better in the Mind Palace, you’ll be alright.”
Janus managed a small smile as he leaned into Patton’s arm.
And Janus was the only one to look back with a grim stare as they left, at the orange glow that stayed in the darkness until after they were gone.
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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago
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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.7)
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You fell into a distrustful panic that night now that knew the screams of the woods were also where Jungwon and his friends lived. You weren't sure if you should be scared for those group of boys or be scared of them. You'd be lying to yourself if you tried to believe it was only a coincidence the boys had a place in the forest of violent cries.
You questioned your sanity, were they murderers? Was that their dirty secret?
Your conclusions were endlessly dark, repeating themselves countlessly. You had never wanted to sleep away your thoughts more than ever. Eventually, you got exhausted from your thoughts. It was mentally draining to try and tear apart the possibilities of the situation, you didn't have enough evidence to be so sure. You lay in a cold sweat as you drifted off into a deep but horrible sleep.
You dreamt in full awareness. The boys with blood spilling down their hands and onto their swan white clothes. A red mess everywhere on the cream walls of an orphanage that overflowed with rays of a full moon. Although you were scared of what you were witnessing, you could not wake up even if your life depended on it. It seemed as if the dream had sped up your sleep as you woke in what felt like a few seconds. Calmly, you awoke in the misty autumn morning in a crushed up pile of blankets. You sit up to peel your wispy curtains away from the window to get a good look at the dark forest that steamed with a muddy blue fog. All of the memories of Jungwon yelling at you for just being near the woods flooded your brain as you stared. This time you were determined to search deep into that forest and get to the bottom of its mysteries as it called out to you.
"Y/N I think you're going to be late for your first class." Nana knocked before bursting into your room in full uniform, not a wrinkle on her shirt.
"Y-you're already ready? What time is it?!" You glanced back and forth between your pyjamas and uniform that draped over a random stool as you were too lazy to fold nicely the night before.
"We didn't want to wake you... So we went ahead thinking you'd come down eventually." She yanked you out of bed, gripping your forearms tightly before backing out the door, "Don't be late! We promised we'd keep out of detention this year!"
Within a blink of an eye, you slip into your uniform, slinking your arms through the holes of your blouse and adjusting your legs to be cover by your ashy plaid skirt. With your bag and binder in hand, you sprinted across your campus to the gymnasium where you found yourself arriving, everyone already in the proper athletic attire.
"You're late."  Your health teacher grit her teeth in visible disappointment. Your teacher knew how unlike you it was to be late as your classmate's eyes followed your every movement.
"P-pardon me." You clawed your fingers through your bedhead, speeding to the change room, nervous she'd assign you detention.
You let out the deep breath you were holding in as you got into the empty locker room, frustrated at yourself for waking up so late. You can't help but feel upset that you let your thoughts get the best of you and ruin your perfect attendance. Truly you were ashamed but began to see no point in continuing to rush the pace at which your day was running.
The locker room door opens and you see Kyungeun peep herself inside, "Y/N? You alright?"
You pull your boxy shirt flat down, zipping and tying every spot on your tracksuit jacket, "Yeah, sorry rough morning..."
"No worries, I just said that I had to go to the bathroom but I really just wanted to check on you." She had a motherly sound to her voice which comforted your bad start to the day. Perhaps she was in a good enough mood for you to ask her briefly about her relationship with Sunghoon.
"Kyungeun, I think I need to just clear the air... I saw you with Sunghoon in the library." You tilted your head in regret as to whether or not you were starting off the conversation in the right direction.
"Y-you saw us???" Her face drained to an unrealistic hue, "Lord... Sunghoon will kill me if he finds out you know."
"Stop! What do you mean? He'll kill you? Is it because I know that you two are dating?"
"NO! Nevermind then!" She cut you off right after the question mark in your voice. She looked rather relieved at your response which could only mean their relationship was much different than you had presumed. "I just can't tell you about our relationship I'm s-sorry it's between just us two."
"So then it's okay for him to flirt with my roommate?"
"No? Are you serious right now ?!" Kyungeun panicked.
"So you are dating?" You gave a smug smile.
"It's not that..." She was visibly frustrated not being able to describe herself in words, "I'll tell you this, I'm bound to him..." She ran her index finger along the reddened gash on her neck  He's blackmailing me."
"So you're like his pet?" You held in your laughter, you knew you should be more serious but you had no other way of trying to help Kyungeun express the gist of her relationship.
"I'll tell you another day...  Let's just go before the teacher gets mad at you for taking so long to change."
...
After your class full of advanced leg exercises and mediocrely fun games, you got halted by your gym teacher, "Y/N can we speak about how tardy you were today?"
You got fearful of her sentencing you detention, freezing up from your heel upwards, "I'm so sorry, I just had a lot going on last night..."
"Sweetie, I know this is your first late in my class but unfortunately the school does not tolerate tardiness in the way I believe it should be." She tapped her chin a few times, "I have no other choice but to send you to detention but it'll just be a half-hour at lunch." You felt better that it wasn't for a full hour or two after school but you were still dreading the idea.
"Can't you just let me off the hook? I promise it'll never happen again" You pleaded desperately.
"I'm afraid I cannot... If the other teachers or students knew you didn't get sent to detention I could get into trouble for giving you 'special treatment'. I know you didn't mean to love but I cannot afford to lose my job so I'll see you then." She patted one of your shoulders, giving it a little squeeze to cheer you up.
"I understand..." You nod with your head that already hung low.
"It's in the English room down the hall, there is usually only a few students there. Some familiar faces."
...
That rest of your morning would only pull through faster as you got some weird anxiety over walking into the detention room. You could not concentrate at all in the class you had before lunch. You felt as if you were too good for the detention group of kids, but here you were about to join those you criticized. Karma.
"Make sure to answer the questions 8-16 on page 300, you have the rest of the class to do so. Any questions?" Your physics teacher stood with his hands balled up behind his back.
Realizing you had no physics book in your bag after triple checking, you shot your arm up in distress, "ME! I forgot my textbook today... I was in a rush this morning." You faked a polite laugh with the expectation your teacher would have a spare.
"I'm afraid I don't have an extra, anyone willing to share?" The teacher lifted his head to scan the class.
"I could share." Jaeyun winked making your face recoil
"Perfect! You'll probably have to move your stuff to his seat then." Your teacher suggested.
With a thick coat of disappointment, you pulled a chair up to Jaeyun's desk to which he kneed you annoyingly.
Within just a few seconds of settling down, you complained "How the hell am I supposed to write? There is no space... Desks are made for ONE person."
"Okay then don't use my textbook and fall behind" He sneered.
"Wait wait, I just had the greatest idea Jaeyun." He gave you puppy eyes when you said his name, "What if you look for half the answers I do the other half then exchange?" You whispered so the teacher could hear.
"I can't trust you make good answers though..." He jokingly sighed.
"HEY! Okay or work together for every question to get it done twice as fast? Oh wait but then I'll be the one carrying the team... Bummer..." You stretched the corners of your mouth until your lips disappeared.
"I honestly don't feel like doing work so lose-lose." He pouted and rolled his eyes.
"Same... I can't even focus, I'm having a rough morning..." You openly admitted, "I got sent to detention for being late in my first class."
"Detention? Didn't think you were the type." Jaeyun had an unexpectedly sweet giggle which contrasted with his lower tone voice, "Heeseung and Sunghoon get sent often, surprised they aren't kicked out of the school."
"They get sent often?!" Your voice rose to which you quickly quieted down to avoid trouble, "Will I see them there?"
"Why? Looking forward to going now?" Jaeyun whispered with a grin, causing you to scoff.
"As if..." A sudden idea coming to mind, "Say Jaeyun... About the party... Heard you guys have a place in the woods...?" You became aware that you could pry some information out of him that would help you when searching the woods that night.
"Yeah, we do... We don't normally tell people about it." He said casually yet still with some sort of caution.
"So why tell us then?"
"Haven't had any visitors in a while..." Jaeyun toyed with his mechanical pencil, using the plastic part to trace around his lips, "Awfully interested aren't you?" He seemed to have caught on to your intentions, shifting the mood of the conversation around in a full 180.
Suddenly the dream you had earlier slipped into mind, causing you to sit in growing discomfort, "What do you want from my friends and I?"
"Nothing sweetheart... We're more interested in you than your dormmates. You look like someone we know." He laughed like a psycho and it creeped you out how the two of you were just poking lighthearted jokes to something much darker and mysterious, "I know you're afraid of us, you know far more than most girls." His voice dropped to a whisper as he watched the teacher behind you to make sure he didn't see the both of you slacking.
"Kyungeun knows your secrets too she said she'll tell me."
"She's acting like we don't know her secrets." Jaeyun closed his textbook, "Y/N just remember this, Kyungeun is half as bad as we are and half as pure as you are."
"Alright class, that's it for today's class. This textbook assignment won't be due until Friday have a good lunch." The teacher interrupted, causing your conversation with Jaeyun to end on a hanging note.
"Good luck with detention."Jaeyun hushed in your ear.
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p.s, i changed the cover lol don’t make fun of my photoshop skills!
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nerdypanda3126 · 4 years ago
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Playing with Fire – Ch. 3
Luka and Marinette decide to be friends, Luka gets some much-needed sleep, and an uninvited guest shows up. 
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Later that evening, she waited for him as she watched the sky streak through with pink and purple from her spot by the window. As if on cue, Luka glided down from the roof and landed in the courtyard again, and her flames flickered to life around her. Of course, he would know the time of day the change hit as well as she did. 
She heard his footsteps coming up the stairs. When he saw her, he stopped, hanging in the doorway as if unsure if he should enter or not. There was a pause between them, as each waited for the other to say something. He tapped his slender fingers against the stone archway rhythmically. Finally, he sighed. 
"Um, earlier… you mentioned supplies," he said softly. "I can get you anything you want. All you have to do is ask." 
Her curiosity got the better of her. "How would you manage that?" 
"There's someone who passes through occasionally. A friend. I can give him a list." He glanced over to the corner and smirked. "I've already got pillows down."
She blushed all over again. He chuckled and came over to sit opposite her, dangling his leg just as she was.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" he asked after a moment, following her line of sight out over the mountains.
He was probably talking about the view, but she was watching the fires flickering to life in the streets of her village down below and in the homes of everyone she knew and loved. Her parents would be sitting down to supper right about now. She wondered if he was right about them. What they would say if they knew of her fate. 
She hummed to avoid answering him. In the corner of her vision, she saw him look over at her, but she almost felt like if she didn't keep her eyes on it, the village would disappear entirely.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly.
She let out an incredulous scoff, smiling despite the traitorous tear that slipped down her cheek. 
"Whatever for?" 
"For… earlier. For trapping you here. For cursing you. For... everything." 
"You don't need to apologize, Luka." She wiped her cheeks hurriedly and sighed before she tore her eyes away to look at him. "You saved my life. I can't possibly repay you for that." 
She started to reach out to take his hand, but pulled back, remembering the effect she would have on him. Instead she tucked her hair back behind her ear. 
Maybe we can be friends,” she said shyly, “if you want.” 
He didn’t answer right away, and when she glanced up at him he was miles away, his eyes still on the horizon, his profile thrown into sharp relief from the fading light. When he turned to face her, she jumped like she’d been caught at something, and for the first time since she’d met him, his smile reached his eyes. 
“I’d like that.”
For some reason—she didn’t know if it was the low tone of his voice or those intense eyes or the way he sounded like he truly meant it—she blushed all the way to the roots of her hair. 
He released her quickly and leaned back to lay on the stone floor, dangling both his legs off the side and staring at the ceiling instead of at her. Without those eyes on her, her blush cooled and she let out a breath before she scooted back and mirrored his position. 
“Although I’m still half-expecting you to murder me in my sleep,” he muttered before he turned his head to look at her, his sideways grin entirely at odds with his words. 
She shrugged and scooted a bit closer to him so their heads were leaning together, not quite touching. “I’d at least wait until morning. Without pillows, you’re the comfiest thing here.” 
“Good to know. Maybe I’ll strike them from my list then, self-defense and all that.” 
A realization hit her as she stared up at the ceiling with him and she started giggling. “You know something? I didn’t even bring a weapon.” 
He let out a snort of laughter. “Some dragon killer you are.” As her giggles overtook her, he quirked his eyebrows and that teasing grin grew. “What were you gonna do, throw a bucket of water on me and expect me to go out like a candle?” 
She shoved his shoulder, completely beyond speech. At her brief touch, his eyes turned to slits again and he waved his forked tongue at her while he had it. 
“Though that still implies the foresight to bring a bucket of water, which you also neglected,” he continued. 
She waved at him to stop as a stitch started forming in her side, but he pushed on, apparently enjoying making her laugh. “No, no, I know, you thought you’d slay me with your feminine wiles.” He was laughing with her now. As she made to shove his shoulder again, he squirmed away. “You thought I’d fall so madly in love with you I’d die on the spot, that’s it, that’s what happened.”
She rolled over into his side, laughing harder than she ever had before, only partly intending to stop his tirade. His laughter faded into a soft hissing as his scales replaced the broad chest she’d been leaning on.   
Their laughter quieted together and she looked up at him. When he’d changed, he’d laid his head back again and closed his eyes and his bright blue fire was flaring in his throat. She shifted so she was more within his protective coil as his tail came up to curl around her. His wings were splayed out across the floor and she hesitated before she ran her hand over the delicate membrane. 
Something like a hum came out of him, although it was deep and rumbly. A purr? That wasn’t quite it either. She traced the ridges of the bones that stood up and he shivered before he grumbled good-naturedly and pulled them away from her, turning on his side instead with her tucked into the curve of his stomach. 
“What? Are you ticklish or something?” 
He kicked her lightly with his back claw, pretending it was because he was adjusting, but even in dragon form he had a wicked smirk. 
“Fine, keep your secrets. You’ve got like a thousand books on dragons. I’ll figure it out myself.”  
 She woke as the first rays of light streamed into the open window. Carefully, she extricated herself from the hold he had on her and managed to stand away from him before their bond forced them to switch. He didn’t even move, and if it weren’t for his heavy breathing she would’ve really worried about him. 
He made that humming sound again as she settled into place with him, already resigned to using him as a pillow until further notice. But he was comfortable, that hadn’t been a lie. And he was warm. She fell asleep easily, only a minute or two behind him. 
***
True to her word, she started in on her research as she let him sleep. And as it turned out, dragons could be ticklish. Hers definitely was. She tucked that knowledge away for the next time he was teasing her.
Her stomach grumbled about mid-morning, so she went out and gathered what she could within the limits of their tether. Based on his reaction yesterday, she didn’t think he’d be too happy if she woke him by yanking at it again. When she climbed back up, he’d shifted to pull his tail in between his claws,  but other than that, he was still solidly passed out. 
The journal tugged at her curiosity again. Her eyes slid over to him. The little pink forked tips of his tongue were just barely poking out between his lips. Completely out. She couldn’t help but smile. For all that huffing and grumbling he’d done yesterday, he was kind of cute as a dragon. 
Still, she didn’t want to sniff around in anything too personal unless he was willing to let her, so she hid it under a few different books and tried to pretend it wasn’t there. 
When dusk started to steal her light to read by, she snuck out again for food and came back to tuck herself into his coils again. Unconsciously, he tugged her to him and draped his wing over them both, making that humming noise again as his fire flared to life in his chest. 
When she woke up ahead of him again for the second day in a row, she really did worry. Was it normal for a dragon to sleep so long? Was it okay that he was? If not, if he was sick, if something was wrong with him, was there even anything she could do? 
And just like the other night, as soon as she was curled up against him with his heavy, rhythmic breathing under her, she fell straight asleep. 
***
She bent her head back to his books with an entirely different question to answer, keeping an eye on him the entire time, ignoring her grumbling stomach as the sun climbed its way through the sky. 
Finally, when the tower was just starting to cast a shadow on the clearing, he groaned and lifted himself up on his claws. He looked around blearily until he found her, then loped over to rest his chin on her shoulder. She pushed back from the table, eyeing the stacks of very flammable paper she’d been leafing through. 
“How long was I out?” His voice in her ear made her jump, even though she knew he was there. He straightened up to lay his hand on her shoulder instead. 
“Almost two days.” 
He hummed in response. It was different from the hum he made as a dragon, but reminded her so strongly of the noise he'd made when she was in his coils that her stomach did an odd little flip. She stood and turned to wrap her arms around his waist and hug him tightly, nuzzling into his shoulder as she did. He stiffened at first, surprised by her gesture, but laid his arm across her shoulders to return the hug.
“Don’t scare me like that,” she grumbled, headbutting him as she did to emphasize her point. “I thought you were actually dying or something.” 
He chuckled as he started rubbing her back in comforting circles. “I don’t think I’ve slept like that…” he started, then paused to think. “Ever. I’ve never slept like that before.” He looked down at her in his arms and smiled warmly. “I guess having my savior around really does help.” 
Without thinking about it, she reached up to trace the circles under his eyes. As she smoothed the pads of her thumbs over the fragile skin, she couldn’t tell for sure, but she thought they looked lighter. He certainly seemed more relaxed than he had been yesterday. 
"I'm glad you got some sleep." 
His cheeks warmed under her touch and he reached up to pull her hands away, stepping back as he did. Her blush answered his as she realized she'd been standing maybe a little too close to him. He cleared his throat and looked away, over to the table that was strewn with his books. 
"You've been busy." 
"Just reading. Catching up, you know." 
"Anything interesting?" 
She bit her lip as she hesitated. "Well, the one I'm interested in I haven't read yet." 
“Which one?” 
She pointed to her stack, unwilling to go near the stack of paper and set it aflame, but also unwilling to let go of his hand. He followed her direction and dug through the pile one-handed until he landed on the small leather bound journal.
"I forgot about this thing." He sat in her chair and she kept a hand on his shoulder as he flipped through the pages. "I wanted to learn to read and write. My friend, the one I told you about, he helped me. Although I have to admit I wasn't the best student." He chuckled again as he found a page that was ripped in half. "I had a temper, and a tendency towards tantrums. Honestly he probably taught me more about patience than anything else. Not intentionally, I'm sure, since patience is hardly in his vocabulary."  
Watching him flip through the pages, she could see it now, the illegible scrawl morphing itself into letters followed by words. Rips and holes and singed pages where he got frustrated, lessening as he got towards the end. 
"Do you care if I look at it?" she asked. 
He stiffened for a brief moment before he visibly relaxed and laid it back down on top of her pile. "If you want. There's not much there, really." 
"Lukaaaa!" Someone sang from below, loudly enough for it to carry up to them, and terribly off-key. 
"Speak of the devil," Luka muttered. 
Marinette turned her head to look out the window, but whoever was there was approaching from the other direction. 
"Is it your friend?" she asked.
“Come on, you great scaly beast! I know you can hear me, and I haven’t got all day!” 
Luka’s lips pressed together into that thin line, but also curved up into a smile. His thumb rubbed against her wrist lightly, apparently taking comfort from their joined hands. As an answer, he tugged her gently towards the stairs, and she followed, wondering who it was that could make him so instantly on edge and excited at the same time. 
When they got to the bottom, Luka stopped and turned back to her. “I have to warn you. He can be a little… well, odd. He…” He chuckled, embarrassed, before he continued. “He thinks he can see the future. Or, I don’t know, maybe he actually does, but it doesn’t make a lot of sense to me. If you’re not sure what to say, do this—” He held up his free hand with his thumb tucked over his middle and ring fingers, his index and pinky extended all the way up. She mimicked the gesture and he nodded in satisfaction. 
“Perfect. It means…" He paused to think then shook his head. "Okay, honestly, I don’t know what it means. Some sort of music he swears is all the rage in the future." 
He stopped and looked at her, his eyes brighter than she'd ever seen them, and grinned before he took a quick breath in through his nose and let it out through his mouth and shook his shoulders as if settling his scales.
"Kid! Where you at? Seriously, you gonna make an old man—" 
The voice yelped before a thud resounded through the clearing and Luka hid a snicker behind his hand as he walked out with Marinette onto the stone path. 
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delimeful · 5 years ago
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the shapes in the silence (10)
this fic requested by @fromsomewhereoverthere as a giveaway prize! thank you for your patience!
warnings: crying, repression, people misunderstanding/talking over each other, virgil’s awful no good dissociation, negative talk
Chapter 10
Virgil wasn’t surprised when he woke up on the edge of Patton’s bed distinctly not tiny-dragon-shaped, the moral side starfished out beside him. 
Of course, not being surprised didn’t mean not being very, very panicked, especially when Patton began to sleepmumble indistinctly. It was as sure a sign as any that he was going to be waking up soon. 
Luckily, Patton was much less clingy in sleep than Roman had been, with only a hand thrown over Virgil’s shoulder and an ankle twining under his leg. It was easy enough to sidle away, right up until the mattress disappeared from under him and his stomach lurched as he fell right off the side of the bed with a yelp.
“Humh?” Patton grunted, blankets shifting, and Virgil did the first thing that came to mind with his whole brain in a screaming panic. He rolled under the bed.
There was the creaking of bedsprings above him, and then a muffled yawn. “Mmgh. Puff? Where’re you, buddy?” 
Two feet swung over the edge of the bed to plant themselves on the carpet, and Virgil felt blood rushing in his ears as though he was about to pass out. He’d tried to convince himself last night that maybe Patton wouldn’t be disgusted if he found out, but he knew what kind of luck he had, and it wasn’t the kind that was generous with maybes. 
Feet away, Patton got on his hands and knees to peer under the bed. Virgil shut his eyes tightly, not wanting to see his expression when he finally realized who “Puff” really was. 
There was a pause that felt both too long and too short as Patton shifted again, and then gasped...
“There you are, little guy!” 
Virgil opened his eyes, blinking in surprise at the sight of tiny talons instead of fingers in front of him. He’d changed back? He hadn’t been able to while he was on the bed with Patton, or even earlier, tangled up with Roman. What was different?
Patton wasn’t privy to his confusion, laying flat on his stomach and reaching out a coaxing hand. “Did you have a nightmare, Puff? It’s okay, it’s not real. I know sometimes things seem scary, but we’re together, okay?”
Virgil shook himself, focusing back on the matter at hand. He could worry about his scaly ailment’s odd restrictions later. For now, he had to convince Patton to stop shoving all his bad feelings down.
He slunk out from under the bed, brushing against the back of Patton’s hand as he went, and sat right in front of the moral side’s face, inspecting him sharply. Don’t think I forgot about yesterday, he tried to convey with a glare.    
Patton barely even blinked at a mythical creature full of sharp teeth and claws getting in his space, because that was just the kind of person he was. At the look, he did have the grace to at least appear sheepish. 
“Hey, it’s okay! Don’t worry about me, I’m all better now, see?” He spread his arms out like he was attempting to make a snow angel face-first. “Back to normal size and everything, not a single problem here--!”
A sharp pop that made Virgil recoil with a squeak, and Patton laid before him once again at a diminutive five inches. He sat up with a frown. “Fiddlesticks.” 
Virgil couldn’t make a sarcastic comment about language, so instead he churred at Patton, unimpressed. 
“Okay,” Patton sighed, “I guess maybe we should go talk to the others, huh?” 
--- 
One jaunt over to the commons later, Virgil stood a vigilant guard as Patton showed the others his new stature. 
“And you’re certain no curse triggered it?” Roman asked again, looking troubled. “You weren’t poking at any of my gifts from the imagination or anything?” 
“Nope,” Patton answered, stretching his shoulders absently. “I was just curled up on the floor with Puff, ‘cause he seemed like he could use a hug from a friend, and I…” 
His voice trailed off weakly, a brittle smile beginning to form, and Virgil leaned down to bump his head against Patton’s shoulder in gentle remonstration. Patton stared at him for a long moment, smile still half-frozen on his face, and then let the expression crumple. 
“... I think I needed a friend hug, too.” 
Roman and Logan exchanged panicked glances for a moment, and Virgil huffed a small puff of smoke at them pointedly. Huh. He hadn’t known he could do that. 
Before either of them could speak, however, Patton shifted back to normal with a pop and some flailing that knocked over most of the objects nearby. Virgil jumped nimbly to the couch to be out of range. In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have people who were going to abruptly jump in size stand on a slightly-messy table.
Patton sniffled, adjusting his disheveled glasses, moving to roll off the table. He looked like he was on the brink of apologizing for his feelings again, so Virgil growled and scaled Roman’s arm to reach his shoulder, cuffing him over the head with a wing. Show him support, already!
Roman shot him an offended look, but moved forwards anyhow, offering Patton a hand up. The moral side took it and then was promptly tugged into a hug, Princey lifting him right off the ground for a moment. Still clinging to Roman’s shoulder, Virgil could see Patton’s surprised expression relax and descend into small sobs as he finally let go.  
“Hey, hey,” Roman offered soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, Pat. We all have our bad days, nothing wrong with that.” 
Patton shook his head slightly, but didn’t say anything to the contrary, and Virgil leaned forwards to gently butt foreheads with him before Roman finally released him. 
“How about we help you with breakfast? I can fry up some excellent bacon, if I do say so myself, and Specs is excellent at waffle measurements.” Roman winked, leaning in to stage whisper to Patton. “I'm sure we can sneak in some chocolate chips by the time the batter is ready.” 
Logan rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and exchanging his normal attire for an apron with the NASA logo on it. “With the advantage I have in attention span, I believe my waffles are at no real risk from the two of you.”  
Roman gasped in outrage, and Patton managed a teary chuckle. “You’re going to eat those words! And some delicious chocolate chip waffles!” 
Virgil balanced delicately on Roman’s shoulders as they all moved to the kitchen, and he chirped in warning before using the creative side as a springboard to clamber up the side of the fridge. Princey snorted at his scramble, but before long all three of the human-shaped sides were busy bustling around the kitchen and Virgil was free to curl up on top of his excellent vantage point and take a well-deserved nap. 
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“Anxiety?” 
Virgil jerked awake automatically, half-ready to duck away from a blow and snarl a retort, but-- he glanced down at his talons. Still Puff. Then, what…? 
“Padre, I know you try to see the best in everyone, but I don’t want that guy anywhere near Puff,” Roman was saying, piling the last pieces of crisp bacon onto a plate with a little more force than necessary. “You should’ve heard the way he talked about him, it just makes me— ugh!” 
He threw his hands up emphatically, and stalked over to the dining table to set the plate down. Patton followed with a dish of waffles stacked high, looking conflicted. Virgil absently noted that Logan had let them get the chocolate chips in after all.
“I know, they don’t seem to get along, but maybe if we all just sat at a dinner together…” he tried, but his voice was weak. 
“For once, I have to agree with Roman,” Logan chimed in, carrying a cup of freshly poured coffee to his seat. “Even without Puff to take into account, I suspect that strong negative emotion is the last thing Morality needs to deal with right now.” 
“And we all know that’s what Anxiety will bring to the table,” Roman added, stabbing a fork viciously into his waffle. “That Negative Nancy never has anything nice to say to anyone.” 
“I… I guess,” Patton said, moving to sit in his own chair with one last look cast over to the stairs.
Virgil felt a tightening in his throat that probably meant he was going to be all sorts of emotional about this moment later, when he was human. Sometimes the anxiety-dampening feature this form came with was handy, he reflected as he glided down to the floor with only a little wobbling. It wouldn’t do him any good to be acting sad when they weren’t even talking about him. 
Something in his mind twinged. He slowed his trot across the carpet for a moment, reviewing his last thought.
… Puff. They weren’t talking about Puff. He was still Anxiety, like it or not. 
“Hey, kiddo,” Patton said, shooting him a smile before leaning over to offer him an arm up. He shook the errant thoughts away, deciding that he should eat first. 
It was better that they didn’t go get Anxiety anyways. Then he’d have to sneak off to play his role or risk them getting suspicious of an empty room. Between being forced through another tense, glare-filled breakfast as Anxiety or sitting content as the tiny dragon people actually liked, the latter was clearly the better option. It just made sense. Who would want Anxiety over Puff, anyways? 
“Speaking of Puff,” Logan started, nodding at him politely, “I was considering the shrinking occurrences again while cooking. Morality, you said Puff was there when you first reduced in size, correct?” 
“Mmhm!” Patton hummed through a mouthful of waffle. Virgil paused in dragging another piece of bacon to himself to tilt his head at Logan curiously. 
“Roman, you believed your reduced size was due to a curse, but Puff was also with you when you first transformed, was he not?” 
“Well, yes, but I’m not entirely sure I like where you’re going with this,” Roman said, frowning. “Surely you can’t be implying that Puff is the cause?” 
Logan didn’t falter, pushing his glasses up slightly as he peered at Virgil. “He is currently the only constant variable in the two cases, seeing as neither I nor Anxiety have been subject to this… shrinking phenomenon. We still don’t know where he came from, and—“ 
“Stop right there, Specs. First Anxiety, now you? There is nothing bad about Puff!” Roman insisted, and if Virgil wasn’t so busy watching the two of them glare, he would have laughed. 
“That’s not what I was—“ 
“Roman’s right, kiddo,” Patton cut in this time, placing a hand on Virgil’s ridged back supportively. “I know you want to get to the bottom of this, but that’s no reason to start accusing friends.” 
Logan took a deep breath. “I know that, I’m simply suggesting that we investigate all possible causes. Unless you want to be left doll-sized without warning at random periods?” 
“I think we’re learning to handle it pretty well,” Patton offered optimistically. Roman nodded, looking a bit smug. 
“Personally, I've had enough practice that I’m confident I can reverse the transformation at will! You’re falling behind, Snorelock Holmes.” 
Virgil ducked back slightly, watching as Logan visibly grit his teeth. “I—“ he faltered for a moment, lips thinning, and then stood. “I am going to retire to my room. I will speak with you all at a later date.” 
He immediately sunk out, ignoring Patton’s protests. Roman rolled his eyes, and then visibly remembered that he was supposed to be cheering Patton up and turned back to the moral side. “Look, we’ll let Calculator Watch cool his jets by doing sudoku puzzles or whatever it is he enjoys. In the meantime, I was thinking of having a movie marathon, which you are most certainly invited to. Maybe some classic Disney will lift your spirits?” 
Patton nodded slowly, still looking slightly troubled. “It feels wrong to let him storm off like that, but  I don’t want to make him upset by pushing…” 
“Then it’s settled!” Roman decreed, rising to his feet and sweeping a few dishes off the table into his hands. “I’ll clean up here and prepare some snacks-- other than myself-- so you go pick a movie to start with.”   
Virgil left the last piece of bacon on his plate untouched, appetite suddenly gone as a strange compulsion tugged at his chest. He jumped down to follow Patton over to the couch, and then slowly ambled over to the stairs as Patton began shifting through their movie cabinet. If he could just make his motions casual enough...
“Puff? Where’re you going, buddy?”
Virgil twisted to peer over his shoulder at Patton, who seemed curious but thankfully not upset. He glanced up at the hall that led to Logan’s room, and then back to Patton. Wasn’t it obvious?
“You’re gonna go check on Logan?” Patton asked, and Virgil hopped up another step in confirmation, waiting to see what the moral side thought. “I see… Maybe you’ll know what to do better than I do. Stay safe, okay?” 
That was a relief. If it had been Roman, he probably would have had a much more difficult time scampering off. The prince was bizarrely attached to his dragon self. 
He chirped once and continued to scale the stairs, claws finding easy purchase on the carpeted corners. It was only once he’d vanished from view that he began to slow, wondering what exactly his plan was. Logan was upset, that much he knew, but how could he fix it? He was Anxiety, and dark sides weren’t really known for ‘fixing’ things. 
There was another tug in his chest, an urge to go-find-protect that only increased with his certainty that Logan was hurting. He took a deep breath, shaking his wings out. First things first, there was no way Logan wanted to see him like this, not after his theory about Puff was the reason he’d gotten agitated in the first place. 
Not to mention, he didn’t particularly want to reveal anything more about Puff to the intelligent side when he barely knew what was going on himself. He focused for a moment, closing his eyes and pulling for the harsh cold edges of his real form. When he opened his eyes again, the world around him was visible from a human eye level once more, and his lungs felt as though they were being constricted.
He stuttered through a few shallow inhales, and then firmly stomped down the panic and racing thoughts down before they could reverse his transformation. He was Anxiety now, and that meant everything that came with it. He’d deal with the panic attack later.
Unfortunately, including his less-than-popular social status, he reflected as he knocked on Logan’s door for the third time. “Logic, it’s me-- shoot, I guess we all kind of sound the same, huh? It’s Anxiety. Are you going to let me in or not?”
Silence. 
“What, did you drown in a lab sample or something? Come on, I know you can hear me.” 
Not a peep from behind the door, but the certainty that Logan was feeling threatened and overwhelmed only increased. His hands twitched uselessly at his sides for a few moments, and then he growled in frustration. “Screw it, I’m going in.” 
Surprisingly, Logan’s door wasn’t locked, the handle twisting easily under his grip. He entered with careful steps and stopped short. It wasn’t a particularly large room, professional-looking with not many places to hide. Logan wasn’t visible on the bed or at his desk, and he didn’t seem the type to dive into a closet to hide from someone. 
Despite the evidence before his eyes, he knew that Logan had to be in the room, which meant that he was tiny. Everyone in this part of the mindscape had officially had a turn, it seemed. Virgil forced his thoughts away from that line of thinking, since he couldn’t afford to have a panic attack at the moment. 
“Logan? I know you’re in here, dude.” After a moment of hesitation, he knelt on the floor, watching the ground carefully. 
There. He doubted he’d have caught it if he wasn’t Anxiety, but there had been the slightest movement in the corner of his eye, under the desk. Without thinking, he turned his head to look closer, and was rewarded with the sight of a tiny form stumbling back a few panicked steps.
“Hey-- wait!” Virgil lunged forwards, chin meeting carpet as he just barely reached his goal. He heard Logan yelp as hands bracketed into a curved shape around him, the tiny side backing into his fingers for a moment before jerking away. 
“Anx— Anxiety, what is the meaning of this?” Logan said, tilting his chin up and trying to conceal the way he was slightly shaky. Afraid of him. 
Virgil kept his hands still, resisting the urge to scowl. “Relax. I’m not going to grab you. Here, just—” He glanced behind Logan, and nudged him forwards slightly, ignoring the glower sent his way with practiced ease. Once he deemed the nerd secure, he pulled his hands away, propping himself up on his elbows. 
“If you’re finished assaulting my person, I’d appreciate an explanation. Now,” Logan demanded, looking increasingly exasperated. 
Virgil rolled his eyes, pointing. “You were about to take a nosedive, Pocket Protector.”
Logan turned and blinked at the open heating duct on the floor under the desk. The one he’d been about to trip back onto, resulting in at best a sore backside and at worst a bone-breaking fall. “... I see. Well, you have my gratitude, though I doubt I would have encountered such a difficulty if you hadn’t decided to intrude upon my abode.”
Virgil narrowed his eyes, and Logan coughed tactfully before continuing. “It’s irrelevant now. What was it that you needed?” 
“Me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s literally pint-sized at the moment.” 
“I would estimate my current height is closer to a half-pint,” Logan corrected, “and regardless, it’s none of your concern.” 
“It’s my concern when it means I could be next,” he countered, thinking fast. “You’re Thomas’s intellect, you’ve got to have some idea of what’s happening. Why it’s happening.”
“I do have a hypothesis, however, regarding--” Logan cut himself off, face falling into a frown. Virgil could see the wheels turning in his little head, and resisted the urge to wince. “You were eavesdropping.”
It wasn’t really a question, but Virgil answered anyways with an echo of his usual smirk. “Remember, I’m always listening.”  
“You only listen to yourself,” Logan snapped back with surprising ferocity. Virgil opened his mouth, but the logical side wasn’t done. “You’re the same as the others, too emotional to actually use your brain for anything but your own feedback loop. You’re only listening to me because you think I'm on your side of this conflict.” 
“That’s not true,” Virgil interjected, shifting to sit up with a frown. Logan took another step away, craning his neck up, but didn’t back down.
“Oh?” Logan said, sounding incredulous enough to make Virgil’s hackles rise. “What would you think, then, if I said that I believed Puff wasn't behaving maliciously?” 
Virgil bit his tongue on his instinctive response, forcing himself to take a moment and think about the suggestion without letting any of his insider knowledge of the situation slip. If Patton had found a sentient monster that everyone seemed to love, and then everyone exposed to it had started shifting mass at around the same time? Yeah, he would absolutely have a healthy suspicion, and more than a few conspiracy theories on the topic.
The real question was, would he be restrained enough to trust Logan’s judgement? He hesitated.
“Look, I can’t not be suspicious, but…,” Virgil sighed at the slight slump of Logan’s shoulders. “Ugh, whatever. You’ve spent more time near that little monster than me. If you think it isn't trying to hurt anyone on purpose, then fine, I’ll follow your lead until-- I mean, unless-- unless things get dicey.”  
“You… are being genuine.” The scrutinizing look that Logan gave him was almost insulting, but fair. He was still a dark side, after all, and even now he was hiding his actual motivations to keep himself safe. 
Virgil shrugged. “You generally know what you’re talking about. It’d be stupid not to listen to you, and I may be a lot of things, but stupid isn’t one of them. I leave that to Princey-- woah!” 
With a loud thunk, Logan had returned to his normal size, half his body knocking against the underside of the desk. Virgil did wince this time. “Ouch.” 
Of course, when he emerged from under the desk, necktie askew, he barely even seemed to notice the bump, eyes alight as he looked at his hands. “Did you see that?” 
“A bit hard to miss,” Virgil muttered, and was promptly ignored as Logan scrambled through a pile of notebooks for the right one to jot his new findings down in, mumbling to himself about triggers and overlapping variables. 
Virgil sighed in faux annoyance, careful to conceal the relieved smile he felt coming on at the sight of a return to status quo. “Alright, nerd, I’m leaving. Remember to sleep, or Thomas will stay up on wikipedia all night, and I’ll make him google creepypasta as payback.” 
“Wait, Anxiety,” Logan looked up, his pen stilling on the page. “You do know that if you ever suffer from this affliction, you can reach out, correct? I’m aware we are not always on the best of terms, but such a shift can be… disorienting, to say the least. It would be illogical of me to leave you to face it alone.”  
“Yeah,” Virgil rolled his eyes, “I know. Don’t worry, Teach, I’m aware that you want to know about  every instance of this shrinking thing.” 
Logan frowned as though he wanted to say something else that might embarrass them both, so Virgil spared him the effort by saluting shortly before sinking out. 
As soon as he was in the hall again, he knocked a fist to his shoulder in a self-soothing motion, panic rising up like a wave. He’d promised himself he’d deal with these feelings, but with them bearing down on him like this… 
He turned towards the faint sound of Lilo & Stitch in the commons, and released his grip on his human form, feeling the stress fade into the background as he became Puff again. 
He could afford a little more time like this, couldn’t he? 
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sebbytrash · 5 years ago
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Through His Eyes - Part Seventeen
Summary - Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.
Pairing - Eventual Bucky x Reader
Warnings -   Nightmares, angst, self loathing, sad stuff my guys.
A/N - I’m sorry. Trust me. 
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“No, please. No.” Bucky’s agonised moans wake you, sharply, his hands twisting in the sheets. “Not her, not her.”
“Bucky, shhh, Bucky it’s a dream.” You try to soothe him, smooth a hand across his face. He doesn’t notice, or wake, just continues to fight against some unseen force.
“I can’t.” He pleads, sweat making his hair stick to his face, dark little lines streaking across his forehead to emphasise the pain already written there. “No, no.” He repeats it, over and over, a mantra, a prayer. 
You get up on your knees to crouch over him more, use your hands to shake his shoulders a little and try to ignore the way your heart hammers against your chest, the way it’s threatening to break apart in time with the agony in his screams. “Bucky, wake up! Bucky, you’re okay, you're safe.”
His eyes open, wild and terrified, and you see him see you, see the horror claim his face and see him recoil, push himself further into the mattress to be free from your touch. You know then what his dream was, and how you’d carried it to him when he woke like an unending hell, the dream that won't end.
Your chest is hollow renewed. 
“It’s me, Bucky. You’re awake, I’m here.” You sit back on your haunches, try to give him what little space you can afford without mirroring his retreat and causing any more pain. 
He swallows visibly, closes his eyes with a clenched jaw and then, just when you are about to say something, anything, his eyes open again and lock with yours, a hurricane in those sea-laden eyes. You stare right back, cautious, regretful, because this is everything you wanted to prevent, being the very cause of his pain all over again. A cycle that can never be broken, no matter how hard you try, he tries. 
“Sorry,” he tries to say, voice hoarse from the screaming, swallows again and then clears his throat, “I’m sorry. It’s, uh, been a while since I’ve had one that bad.” You can’t help but notice that he makes no moves towards you, stays exactly where he is, now back pressed against the wall. It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself, even as you ache to touch him. 
“You don’t have to apologise.” You say, automatically, roll your bottom lip between your teeth in an attempt not to press him and then the words pour out of you anyway, like the blood in your mouth. “It was me, right? The dream.” 
He looks away, the muscle in his jaw moving in time to his clenching and then unclenching of his teeth, the darkness of the room dragging along his jaw and high-hollowed cheekbones like he wills them into place, wills a physical barrier between you and him. You hate yourself for asking and yet, need him to answer.
“Yes. It was you.” He says it like it cost him something to do so, each word dragging in the air between you. You feel like a thief, stealing the words from him when he so clearly didn’t want to part with them. A thief further for stealing away his progress like a flesh and blood nightmare, a purgatory made personal for him, for you. 
The silence stretches between you, an open mouth that swallows up all sound and even the memory of sound, a hungry, endless pit of a mouth that swallows you whole. The seconds turn to minutes and slip, like sand, through your fingers and into that mouth until finally, you cast what should be a rope, and instead is an anchor into that mouth-pit. “Well, since I’m up, I’m gonna go get some coffee.”
You see the way his face changes when you say it, think that maybe a slap in the face would have hurt you less and force yourself to climb awkwardly out of his bed and slip out the door before you crumble into dust. He makes no sound, makes no moves to stop you, simply lets you disappear like that dust swept away by the wind.
You retreat to your room, locking the door behind you like it can keep away the thoughts or that wave of despair that's threatening to knock you off your newly found feet, Sam’s concrete already cracking under the strain. You spend hours or minutes pretending to watch TV, ignore Sam when he knocks on your door and Wanda when she texts. You make yourself food and then find yourself staring at the smudges on the wall whilst it goes cold on the table in front of you. The dread in your stomach claws it's way up your throat and threatens to choke you.
You think about that edge you and Bucky had danced along for so long, that leap into the fall you'd taken and those few sweet moments in between where nothing really held its weight to drag you down, soft smiles and smiling, salt water eyes. Well, gravity has its claws in you now, again, you think, and the impact of that fall is fast approaching. 
You know it's him before he knocks, the butterflies that dance along your skin and tumble in your gut whenever he’s near give you more warning than his hesitant knocks, the sounds themselves a sad little song that plucks at the strings of your heart. He waits for you to open the door, which says more about where his head is at than he probably realises, you think, a soft smile that doesn't crinkle his eyes in that way you like is offered, and shared. 
"Hi." You say, and step back to let him in, doing your best to smother those frantic wings.
"I'm sorry about earlier." He rushes out, and you can tell it surprises even him, "I was just caught off guard. And the bruises…"
He trails off and you realise then what he means, your bruises from the sparring with Steve had triggered his nightmares and the suddenness of it makes sense. It changes nothing, but at least it makes sense. 
"You know I'm going to get hurt sometimes, right? What we do here, there's no avoiding it." You begin, not really knowing how to end but knowing that you should.
"I know." His eyes flash, lightning strikes against the turbulent sea, "I just… I didn't know how much it would hurt to see you like that." 
A confession, a secret, meant to be a balm but instead feels like the flames. He'll never be free of the Soldier, you think, not while you walk around like a living hallucination of a past he never deserved. 
"I think…," You start, feel your tongue fat and uncooperative in your mouth, "We need a little space." The air in your lungs already feels like lead, like the concrete that held up your legs is now filling your lungs and chest, drowning you in your own progress.
He says nothing for entirely too long and yet, long enough for you to be grateful for a few more seconds before the collision. "Space."
"I think it's best, don't you?" 
"I can give you space, if it's what you need." He says it like maybe you are the one who needs it.
"Bucky, we can't keep doing this, it's not good for either of us." You say, every bit of emotion clawing its way up your throat, some of it desperate to take back the words. You can feel the shape of each letter scrape against your tongue. "It’s ruining you.”
“It’s not. It’s not.” He says, quieter on the repeat like it’s for himself and not you, his jaw clenches so hard you fear he will snap the tendons. “I love you.”
That’s it, that’s what does it. Breaks you down into all those tiny pieces you used to be, those ones you’ve spent minutes and hours painstakingly stitching and taping back together. You feel the words hollow out space in your chest, replacing the now useless heart that’s beat it’s last beat. The last of your arguments die with it. 
“That’s not what this is, Bucky. It’s a crutch, a coping mechanism. A way to ease all that fucking guilt we carry.” Even to your own ears, you sound void of emotion, the last bit of it carved out by the knowledge of what you had done to him. Guilt howling down the corridors of your heart. “It’s not real.” 
“Don’t say that, of course it’s real.” He breaks the invisible barrier around you and takes your hand, presses your fingertips to his chest, “Can’t you feel it?”. 
He looks at you with such hope that you are almost unmade, the full weight of it hangs off your bones and tries to strip you of that steely nerve but you fight for it, know that this is what he needs if he’s to heal. Go to war with yourself for him. Anything for him.
“I feel a lot of things, Bucky. I feel raw. I feel tired, tired of the guilt, of the fear every time I close my eyes I’ll dream of you, or that I won’t.” The last part sneaks out, betraying more than you want and he latches on to it. “I don’t…”
“Are you afraid you don't love me? Or are you afraid you do?” He asks mildly, like how you might ask about the weather. Or probably, more accurately, like he knows the answer and is just leading you down a path where the answer waits for you to want it.
You shake your head, not in answer but in anger, the kind of uncontrollable rage that comes with defeat. Of words poking at a wound you were denying the existence of. “Stop. Just stop.” Your voice breaks half way, a shout turned cry. A beg for mercy.
“What are you so afraid of?” His voice breaks too, a slow sort of break like the last ebb of his strength, the last air bubble before the silence. It cleaves you in two.
“You!” You shout, pieces of you slipping through your fingertips, not realising what your words would sound like to him. It’s not how you mean it anymore, but he doesn’t know that, takes it on face value alone and you can pinpoint the exact moment you break his ever fragile heart, because you break your own with it. Always with those matching scars and matching pain.
“I’m sorry,” you begin, drift your fingertips across his jaw and let yourself have just one more moment of touching him, “I didn’t....” He closes his eyes, closes himself off, you think, and your fingers smear against the wetness on his face. You turn from him then and head for the door, feeling every single second of the battle and war that raged for him and rages still. 
The sound of the door closing quietly behind you somehow seems worse than if it had slammed, a mirror to the way you had quietly broken the man behind it and even quieter, broken yourself. 
You take a step, and then another, and then more and more until you are out the building and gulping down the fresh air to try calm the beating of your unsteady heart. You fight the urge to go back and undo it all, to somehow scoop up all the words and pieces of you and stuff them back in place but your feet carry you automatically. Somehow, you're not sure how long later but long enough that the sky has changed color, you find yourself at a door, knocking a little too hard and too long until he answers.
“Mallow, what are you doing here?” Clint asks, taking quick stock of your current state and pulling you in for a hug before you can answer.
“I just needed to be away.” You say, and hug him tighter, “Is this okay?”
“Of course it is, come in, Laura’s making cocoa,” he ushers you in, still tucked under his arm, “and you look like you could use some.”
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Velkan poking his head in again, lingering his offering shrine with a fond smile as he settles nearby with heavy paws. Muzzle latches onto thick bones to crush for marrow and charred goodness of a roasted thigh. Oh, they really did give the best treats here in thanks for one measly punishment. Though, he knew it was more to them than anything else in the world, and this pack deserved the support and care they deserved.
After his meal, the large canine curled up next to his shrine to sleep it off. Blending in with the night that crept back with the rise of the sun. He liked the White Pack. One of his favoured lineages.
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Among the members there was one who always placed the offerings at the shrine. Most came when the GOLDEN one wasn’t around. This was a special place. Near the crystal clear lake that skirted the middle of the pack grounds. Deep within the trees so wayward travelers would not find it.
This was not for them. It never would be.
Foot steps held light against the earth, not even a leaf stirred in the presence that was so late this night. Often time's it was the dead of night that came. The GOLDEN ONE taking time to make this apart of her nightly rituals. Ever since she woke up. Ever since she came from the brink of DEATH.
Clawed hands could not get her now. Not with the presence of the other attached to her skin now.
How often had she prayed at the ALTER of such other FALSE GODS begging for something, anything to take her out of this misery.
Only one answered though. One single being that ever gave a flying fuck to her MORTAL PAIN.
Was it mortal though?
It was pain of course, but wasn't she just a DEMI GOD trapped in the body of someone who begged for a different life.
YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN FOR SOMETHING MORE THAN YOURSELF.
She had been told that over and over and over again and now. Now she had believed this.
Hair once down to her ankles and pooling was not chopped short against jaw line. THIS WAS ONCE FOR HER SAFETY SO SHE DID NOT STRANGLE HERSELF. Now it was her offering to the one who saved her. The basket was against her hip, holding the offering's that even though some was dropped off by the REPLICATION OF HERSELF EARLIER she still had stuff for the one.
It was a simple alter, the kind she had done herself post haze and addiction. She was WEAK then. But that was okay. Finger's still dug the shape into the ground. The moon, the paw print. The towering of crystal clear quartz that she had put there.
A TEMPLE TO A GOD LONG FORGOTTEN BY OTHERS BUT THEM.
BUT HER.
The white dressed pooled around her ankles like starlight shimmering in glimpses of the moon as she came upon the shrine. The back was open, dipping across tanned skin to show the marks of her PAST.
She had once thought them to be too painful to bare by herself.
She had never asked anyone to bare them with her.
Yet everyone else had.
She kneeled herself down against the ground, the basket placed upon the flat quartz rock between the print and the moon.
Golden hair braided in a tight rope was circling the outside of the basket.
Berries, white roses and daisy's littered the braid having had help from a little wolf while she had crafted it.
A tuft of white fur.
Choice bits of meat still warm and fresh from a kill.
The blood and her own splattered across it.
It wasn't a large offering but it was one from her heart that she had left. She didn't realize the one from HER REPLICATION was gone. Not that it mattered. She bowed her head, hand's gripping the dress of starlight into her finger's.
WHAT WORDS DID SHE HAVE FOR A GOD?
Swallowing it took effort not to cry out. To ask why once more was it her. Words started to tumble out of her mouth. Sentences strung together with pain, anguish and pride.
"I always asked myself why you saved me. Why you didn't let me die. I hated you, I hated you so much for killing him because I could not see what you were doing. Pain always came in exploding pulses that I never understood until I fought through it. " Finger's touched the missing lock's of her hair smearing the fresh blood across tanned finger tips. "What could I offer that wasn't already here upon this earth. In this plain of existence that I couldn't understand. That I felt didn't understand me. Maybe that was it. Maybe I am not really hear at all a cruel joke placed on me by vengeful gods and goddess's. Gods do they know how much I cursed them even after I was saved by you." Shaking hands moved to wipe the tears flowing from her features. Smearing the blood across her skin without her knowing. Drops of rubies against gold.
"I won't ask you to forgive me because I have done to much in my life to forgive. Killed so much I am drowning upon the blood of them every time I wake and sleep." Which was always why she was out here. She felt some kind of peace being here, at the shrine. "Not here though. Here I do not feel their claws at my throat or the blood suffocating me. I feel you here instead. Even though I cursed you. Even though I wished you dead for killing the one person who I thought was my father. He wasn't and that is why you did what you did and I am happy you did it. I bare the marks of your honor across my skin. The marks he gave me you took for yourself. I promise you I wear them with honor now." Her gaze turned towards the paw print as she placed her hand over the top of it. Her forehead against the quarts with a soft sigh. She felt lighter in this moment.
"I won't say sorry because it came from a place of healing. Which I am doing now. I cut my hair. I am embracing my scars. So please keep watching over us. Over me. Please do not abandon me. Please." A choked out sob escaped her lip's as she tried to keep herself together. "You were the only one to see what I really needed, the only one to answer the prayers that always went unanswered. Please do not abandon us or me. Please I can't-" She fell, her forehead hitting the ground as a sob racked her body. She couldn't handle it.
"I can not handle being alone any more. I was alone for so long that I can not do it any more. The darkness. It still eats me alive and I can't let it. I can't be alone to let it take me. Please." She was still a small girl locked in the body of an immortal. Sobbing for a lost love that was taken from her. Sobbing from the father she thought she had to the vision he became. Sobbing for the time she could have been happy. Sobbing for the girl she could have become had this not happened.
She laid there, in the ground sobbing until her body couldn't handle the tear's any more. She had felt his presence around, though she had assumed through her babbling tears and words that it was just because she was here at the shrine. Maybe she would have said those same words to him had she known.
For now she rested, quietly the tears marks against her cheek's like the marks against he back. At peace with herself for once in a very very long time.
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That’s chill! How about Janus x Virgil then?
AW HELLS YEAH! I can answer this! I was literally looking at fanart for anxceit earlier today!
1. Who has the cutest tickle laugh?
Janus does. But for a very specific reason. Janus ends up tickle attacking Virgil almost every single day without fail. At the very least. And he always acts so uppity and sassy over tickling the snot out of Virgil. So any revenge is incredible. After all those sarcastic quips and mocking evil cackles, hearing genuine desperate loud laughter is always special. There’s something magical about seeing that evil confident façade melt away to a little blushing lee squealing in tickles. 
2. Who is ticklish in unusual places and where would that be?
This is, again, very specific but Virgil has a quite ticklish scalp. They both discovered this when Virgil was trying to seem tough and just as evil as Janus so he answered the door with his spider on his head. Janus then starts talking about self care and how to manage anxiety, y’know genuinely important stuff. But Virgil spent the entire time biting down on gasps and wobbly giggles. It was weeks later when Virgil finally explained why he was weird during that conversation and Janus never let him live it down. 
3. Who gets cheer-up tickles?
Virgil does! Whenever he looks down and mopey. Whenever Janus knows he’s got a lot on his plate. Whenever Thomas is feeling really anxious. Whenever he looks completely neutral. Whenever Virgil is running away squealing that he doesn’t need tickles. Oh Virgil stopped smiling for a single second, that sounds like someone needs some emergency tickles. 
4. Who takes advantage of the other one getting their arms stuck while taking off their shirt?
Virgil absolutely takes advantage. Virgil cannot get up in the morning and he absolutely drags Janus down with him. Janus will wake up and see Virgil curled up in the stupid little ball on his chest like the dumb boyfriend he is who totally isn’t cute enough to get away with that. He grumbles and gets really close to shoving Virgil off him but then his dumb boyfriend will do something stupid like curl up closer or cling on to his pjs. Something stupid and dumb so Janus will end up falling asleep again. Surprisingly that means Janus is the one to wake up last. And for some reason Janus is practically still asleep if he sleeps in late and wakes up later than expected. Janus will actually get stuck in his shirt. He will stand there being tickled and he will only swing gently side to side in response. Of course Virgil is going to make the most of it. Also he is completely aware of this and sees this as a great plan to weaken his boyfriend. 
5. How did they discover each other’s ticklishness?
Oh my god, I feel like all of these are suuuuuper specific but hey! I’m on a roll! Janus discovered Virgil was ticklish through an argument they had actually. They were having a lover’s tiff, a really silly argument but they were both still somehow getting heated about it. Virgil, too frustrated to think straight, goes to crawl under their bed to stop having this conversation. But he is a fully grown man of course. He instantly gets stuck under the bed. Janus is also frustrated too but seeing Virgil’s butt poking out from the bed as his bare feet kick around the carpet as if that would help him is enough to erase all anger from the world. He jokingly tickles his feet while asking if Virgil would like some help. Virgil instantly yelps and starts thrashing faster but he is thoroughly stuck. Janus ends up having a delightful conversation about the argument to a Virgil who is totally able to respond and isn’t crying with tickly laughter. 
Janus’ ticklishness was discovered soon after the daily Virgil tickle attacks started. He woke up one morning to Virgil sitting on his hips with feather dusters, hair brushes, metal claws and baby lotion. He immediately tried to sit up only to notice his hands had been tied to the bed posts. “There is no way I’m just going to sit back and take all your stupid attacks!”
“... attacks? You can’t even say what kind of attacks? Can’t you say the word?”
“...sHUT UP!”
“Sure, this will doing the talking for me,” Janus taunts as he summons his other sets of arms and starts tickling the poop out of Virgil. It takes awhile but Janus’ ticklishness is eventually discovered once Virgil finally gets a hold of himself.
6. Who can’t take tickle bites?
Janus. It’s the one form of tickling that he just can’t handle when done right. To make it worse though, they eventually noticed that because it requires Virgil to literally bury his face into Janus then his eye shadow gets smudged wherever he gives some tickly bites. So they can always track exactly where Virgil tickled him. Afterwards, he’ll poke the trail of eye shadow and ask which tickle bite tickled more. Janus absolutely hates this game as much as he loves it.
7. Who has to be tickle-forced out of bed in the morning?
Virgil, of course. He’s a SLEEPY boy! He’s gotta get all his snoozes. But Janus is just an absolute dick of a boyfriend and will torture him to get up in the morning. In those mornings when Virgil’s tries to be all cute curled up, Janus is not above drilling into his belly or even fluttering around his navel. His best technique to getting Virgil awake is using all his arms to pin him in that curled up ball on his chest while tickling him to pieces. Then after the morning wake up call, Janus will kiss his forehead and snuggle up to him tighter. Waking him up with tickles doesn’t always mean leaving the warm snuggly bed. 
8. Who gives up in a tickle fight?
Janus. He is so easily flustered that it’s ridiculous. After all the tickle attacks and self proclaimed tickle titles, he just can’t handle what he dishes out. The world’s most ticklish tickle monster. After a few teases and especially some gentle fluttering tickles around his scaley tummy and he’s fallen to the ground hissing some pathetic begs. And Virgil has never felt more power than when he deliberately starts a tickle fight, because he knows that no matter what he will win. Plus also maybe he also kinda enjoys seeing his boyfriend all giggly and blushing but whatever...
9. Who is in danger of getting hurt when attacking the other?
Neither I feel like. Virgil just kinda wiggles or pathetically curls into a protective ball that never ever protects him. Janus knows that if he gets too flaily then Virgil has too much self preservation and will let himself be pushed to the side. So neither, tickling is always just some good plain fun! Even when tickled attacked during his daily attacks, Virgil will at most lightly pat against Janus’ back. 
10. Who always provokes the other into tickling them and how?
Against how much he is the ultimate tickle monster, Janus is the one to get embarrassed over wanting tickles and will provoke rather than ask. He’d rather be struck with lightning than ask for something so stupid from his loving caring boyfriend who enjoys tickling people. But he provokes through being bratty. Constant quips and sarcasm and a few name calling all helps provoke Virgil. The downside is that he is so sarcastic that it’s hard to know when he’s being extra sarcastic. Thankfully, Virgil has figured out that Janus only ever calls him ‘doofus’ when he really wants tickles. Janus doesn’t normally say doofus. He’s too posh to ever consider such a stupid sounding word. But when he’s in a lee mood, his brain has melted away into nothing but ‘weee tickles go brrr’. So words like doofus and stupid nugget came out to play. Whenever Virgil hears these names too, he instantly freezes and turns towards Janus silently with a frozen look. And it completely freaks and flusters Janus out instantly. 
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