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sugawaraxo · 4 years ago

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COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

- oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

- though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails

- he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did.

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel.

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly.

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you.

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

- you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences.

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened.

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend.

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom.

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder.

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?”

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously.

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes.

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you.

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old.

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction.

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2goth2moth · 3 years ago

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Until You Can't Stand (M!Werewolf x M!Incubus, NSFW)

Big shoutout to @xo-philia for beta-reading this for me!

Word count: 3476

Includes: Marking (biting and scratching to draw blood), mild possessiveness, pet names, knotting, scent kink (kind of), mild praise kink, non-human genitalia, self-lubrication

There was something Luke hated about being a werewolf: mating cycles. The slow, constricting heat that flooded his body every few months, the way he lost control of his shift, the oversensitivity. It interrupted every part of his life, and he hated it. The only solace he could find was the fact that it gave him an excuse to spend the week shut in with his incubus boyfriend.

He opened the door to his apartment, prickling nerves instantly soothed by the comforting smell of home. The small collection of rooms he shared with his boyfriend always smelled nice. They never could quite clean out the scent of spices and bread out of their kitchen, and it seemed to spread to all the other rooms easily. Now, however, with his senses being pushed to their limits, he could pick out all the scents that filled the small apartment: the milk and cardamom from their chai that morning that hung in the air, his own thick musk, his incubus’ clean, pleasant salt. It was stronger than usual, clearly coming from their bedroom. Luke smiled at the thought of Allius being home already. He took his shoes off at the front door, dropped his bag by the table, and went inside.

Their bedroom was small, like the rest of their apartment, and always kept cool (Luke tended to run warm). Allius was sprawled messily on the floor beside their bed in a nest of soft blankets, absentmindedly writing in the margins of a book.

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and smiled brightly. He sat up, keeping one blanket drawn around him, and reached out a hand to Luke.

“Hey, love. I wasn’t expecting you back yet.” Luke sat down on top of the blankets and took Allius’ hand gently. “Don’t you have work today?”

Allius traced his fingertips around Luke’s large nails. “Your mating cycle is starting today,” he said simply. “I wanted to be here for you. I know it’s rough to handle on your own. Besides,” he added, bringing his other hand to Luke’s face, pulling his lips back from rapidly growing teeth. “Can you really be so surprised that I want to be with the man I love right now?”

He chuffed at this, nuzzling into the hand at his face. He was shifting more now, quickly approaching the half-man-half-wolf that he would be for the days of his cycle. Allius continued toying with Luke’s hands and head as his jaw widened and extended, as his nails turned to thick, hard claws, as fur began to grow along his throat and arms. The blanket draped around the demon’s shoulders slipped down to reveal a grey shirt- one of Luke’s grey shirts- worn thin and soft in the washer. It was large on him, falling off his narrow shoulders. A low pang of want rumbled through Luke.

He nipped lightly at Allius’ fingers. “This is unfair. You look too good.”

“Really? This is unfair?” He feigned insult, gasping and dramatically putting the hand that was not being nibbled on over his heart. “And after I went through all the effort of dressing up for you!”

Luke laughed. “‘Dressing up’?” He ran a finger under the shirt’s loose neckline. “This is basically pajamas.”

“Well, you haven’t seen the whole thing yet.”

Luke’s mouth went dry at the idea of “the whole thing”. Allius must have heard his breath catch in his throat, because he kissed him once and backed away from him a little, rising to his knees. The blankets tucked around his legs fell away, exposing...holy shit.

The hem of the shirt fell clean past the middle of his thighs, hiding whatever he was wearing on the bottom, until he pulled the edge up to below his navel. Underneath, he only had black panties, cut high across the hips, with mesh on the sides. His cock was obvious, pressed against the thin fabric, and the sight sent a bolt of heat to Luke’s abdomen.

“Do you want to see more?” Allius asked, fiddling with the fabric in his hands. Luke nodded dumbly.

Crossing his arms at the hem of the shirt, Allius whipped it over his head. His human form was beautiful. Fine, dark hair covered his legs and arms, and ran down his belly to disappear under the panties. Tiny crystals twinkled at his navel and on both of his dusky nipples. He brought a hand up to toy with them one at a time, jaw clenching in pleasure as he teased each nub to full hardness.

Luke had to grind the heel of his palm into his cock to relieve some of the pressure building in his pants. “Holy shit.” He barely noticed the familiar bone-deep grind that came when a fluffy tail began sprouting from the bottom of his spine.

Stepping quietly, Allius settled himself in front of Luke again. He placed his hands primly between them and leaned forward on them to kiss the werewolf softly. A small tongue licked at the seam of his lips. He moaned, letting Allius slip his tongue in fully. Their lips moved together and Luke hummed in contentment at the feeling of that tongue trace over his sharp teeth. He sucked on it, then took Allius’ lower lip in his teeth and bit down, just hard enough to break skin. Allius pulled back with a smile and one last kiss to the corner of Luke’s mouth.

“So? How do you want me?” Allius purred, his form shimmering between human and reptilian, feathered and furred.

Seeing every one of his lover’s gorgeous forms was straining Luke’s already thin self-control. He couldn’t bear to wait another second. “You. Just... you. As yourself.”

Allius grinned devilishly, arching down into the floor as his true form rippled through his body. The skin at his hairline and on his hands and feet burnished to an inky black. Small, humanoid teeth and nails sharpened to fangs and claws, and short nubby horns sprouted from his forehead. A line of shiny, platelike scales grew down his spine, leading into a dextrous tail at the base of his back. He was perfect, every inch the demonic temptor Luke knew him to be.

Luke hardened even more at the sight, his own bushy tail lashing behind him in a combination of distress and arousal. A low, long whine came from the back of his throat. “Stop teasing.”

“Aw, puppy,” the incubus said, crawling to kneel in front of him. “Getting impatient?”

“You know I am,” he replied through gritted teeth. “I’m in my mating cycle, this is just mean.”

Allius’ gaze dropped to his cock, where it was starting to strain against the seam of his sweatpants. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He leaned over, kissing Luke’s cheek, running his small clawed hands over the wolf’s thick thighs. The touch was electric. The air around them was heavy, musky and rich with the pheromones that Luke was putting out. “How quickly do you want to go?”

Luke buried his nose into the crook of Allius’ neck, breathing in, recognizing the now-present floral sweetness of his arousal. He ran a broad, flat tongue over his collarbone. Goosebumps erupted over Allius’ skin. It was getting difficult for the werewolf to remain coherent, but he fought his instincts. “You haven’t fed in a while. What do you need?”

This earned him a firm tap on the side of his head with the demon’s fingertips. “I feed on your pleasure, dummy. I’ll be getting my fill plenty over the next few days. You don’t need to worry about me right now.” His hands came to rest on Luke’s clothed dick. “Now, answer my question: how do you want this to go?”

The slight domineering tone sent a shiver through him. The honest answer was that he wanted everything. Everything Allius would give him, to give Allius everything in return. The short answer…

“I want to fuck you ‘til you can’t stand.”

Allius’ eyes widened slightly before he grinned again. His lips met Luke’s in a kiss, as brief and fierce as it was filthy. Nipping his bottom lip once, the incubus turned around and arched his back. The black cloth of his underwear disappeared between his asscheeks. His tail flicked slowly and playfully as he looked back over his shoulder. “What are you waiting for, alpha? I’m ready.”

Luke grabbed his hip hard in one large, clawed hand. “You know that’s not how it works.”

The demon in front of him looked pointedly at his still-hard cock. “Doesn’t seem like it’s ruining the mood though, does it?” He lowered his chest to the floor and spread his knees slightly, presenting his ass even more obviously. Luke could see the slick soaking through his panties. “Now come on, baby. I thought you said something about ‘until I can’t stand’?”

Licking his lips, Luke pulled the fabric nestled between his asscheeks aside to expose his hole. Slick, sweet-smelling and vaguely pink, ran down his balls. He lapped it up, heightened lupine senses relishing in the scent of his lover. It was intoxicating, and he licked up every drop he could, purposefully avoiding where he wanted to go most. The incubus below him was breathing heavily and pushing back against his face. A growl ripped loose from his throat as his teeth sank into a soft, plush leg. It was torture trying not to break skin, but healing in his demon form, although complete, was strenuous and cost Allius a lot of energy. Luke soothed the area with a slow drag of his tongue.

A high-pitched whimper came from the demon kneeling in front of him. Luke pulled back, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. “Are you okay?”

A glance at his face showed Allius flushed and sweaty. Spit shone around his mouth where he had clearly been biting his arm to retain some composure. “You’re holding back.”

“Yeah, I know that…”

“Stop it. I want you to mark me. As much as you can. Even if it won’t hold, I want you to make me yours. Wreck me, Luke.”

This command, bitten out as Allius’ chest heaved with deep gasps and his tail lashed impatiently, snapped the remaining threads of his control. Luke snarled loudly and yanked his own pants down his thighs, freeing his cock. He kicked them the rest of the way off and tore his shirt from his body in a fit of impatience. Big, lupine hands dug deep into the meat of the incubus’ ass. Golden blood welled up around his claws and dripped in thin rivulets down the smooth skin of his legs. Allius moaned quietly, shoving his face down into the floor. Luke bent his head back down to lick over his hole again, trying to pull more noises from the demon’s throat. The ring of muscle was already soft and opened to him readily, letting him stick his tongue inside. A particularly strong flick sent the incubus rocking back against him even more insistently. Whimpers were now spilling from his mouth in earnest as he brought one of his hands to rub against his cock through the thin panties.

Luke pulled back from Allius’ ass, licking his lips. A mix of spit and slick covered the bottom of his face and had begun to drip down onto his chest, wetting down his coarse hair. Allius looked back at him again, eyes blown out, and Luke couldn’t help but follow a drop of sweat that ran from his nape down the length of his spine. “Come on, puppy, please.” He was whining at this point, arching his back more, slick still dripping down his balls and thighs.

Biting down hard on his asscheek one last time, Luke lined up the head of his cock, flushed red and leaking pre-cum, with his entrance. “Ready?” He said, leaning over to kiss Allius’ shoulder gently.

Allius tried to buck his hips back onto Luke’s cock himself, but the vice-like grip on his hips kept him from doing much more than wriggling helplessly. “Just fuck me already!”

More golden blood was leaking from where Luke was holding him, more slick coming from his hole. In one swift movement, he plunged into Allius until his hips were sitting flush against his backside. The thrust drove the demon’s whole body forward, chest skidding along the floor. The low grunt that Luke let out was drowned out by Allius’ high-pitched whine.

He was already panting hard at the feeling of Allius’ tight walls around him. A sinuous black tail flicked anxiously as he once again tried to push back on the cock inside him. This wasn’t enough for either of them. Keeping one large hand on the demon’s hip and bracing the other against his back, Luke set a punishing pace into his boyfriend. Each thrust sent jolts through his body as he was driven further and further into the floor.

“AH...fuck!” Wanton sounds of pleasure spilled from Allius’ lips even from where his face was hidden in the crook of his elbow. He was humping back against each stroke, trying to get even more stimulation. His tail was going crazy, winding around the werewolf’s wrists, ankles; even batting frantically at his hip. It took an iron grip around the hand braced against his back. The long fingers and claws spanned nearly the entire width of his waist. Luke pressed his fingertips experimentally into the soft flesh of his demon. Five pinpricks of blood rose to the surface. “Oh, shit. Keep going!”

Luke hooked his claws into the flimsy fabric of the panties that Allius was still wearing. In one rough swipe, he shredded them and pulled the remains off of him, leaving the incubus naked. Resetting His grip on his hips, Luke sank all the way into him before pulling out, leaving only the head of his cock, and thrusting in again. Allius moaned once again, the noise sweet and high-pitched despite how muffled it was. Luke had a problem with this.

He sank his teeth into Allius’ shoulder, tasting the blood spill around them. “Stop fucking hiding. I want to hear you,” he snarled into Allius’ skin. Wrapping his arms firmly around the incubus’ waist and chest, he wrenched him upright onto his knees. “I want everyone to hear you.”

The possessive words made Allius tighten around him. “God, you’re in a mood today,” he choked out, struggling to maintain composure as Luke rammed into him. “So- ahh- territorial.”

Luke dug in everywhere he was holding Allius, leaving bite marks on his neck and deep scratches on his belly and ribs. “You knew this would happen,” he said with a particularly rough thrust. He began pulling Allius’ much smaller body back into him with each drive of his pelvis.

Each stroke was reaching impossibly deeper inside him, and he was slack-jawed and drooling with pleasure. His tail wrapped around one of Luke’s muscular thighs.

“Hnng- ah- ahh...fuck!” Allius’ cock hit his own abdomen with each drive of Luke’s hips, and it left smears of pre-cum on his smooth brown skin. He brought one hand down to harshly stroke his cock. “Of- ah! Of c-course I did . Why- oh- why do you think I look forward to this so much?”

A violent bolt of lust and affection lanced through Luke. He loosened the grip on Allius’ torso to take his nipples in his fingers. He rolled the nubs between his fingertips, tugging on the piercings but careful not to cut the delicate skin. “You’re perfect,” Luke groaned against his neck, “But you already knew I think that.” The sentence was punctuated by another drive of his hips that sent Allius’ back bowing away from him.

Allius cried out again, the noise desperate and closer to a shriek than a moan. His walls clenched around Luke’s cock. “Do that again, puppy.”

Luke obliged happily, grinding his hips up into his lover, trying to hit that spot again and again. Allius let his head drop back against Luke’s chest, long past trying to hide his sounds of pleasure. He kept stroking his cock but the pace was stuttering and unsteady because of Luke’s vicious thrusts. His walls were fluttering in pleasure, and Luke could feel his knot start to swell. It caught on Allius’ rim with every movement. He made to pull out, but Allius moved his strong tail to encircle Luke’s waist, keeping him from moving back any further. He was panting hard, back sweaty and sticking to the werewolf’s hairy chest. “Fucking knot me, dumbass!”

Now this was new territory. Luke had never knotted Allius during his cycle, always pulling out and cumming outside, or knotting one of his toys. His brain was too cloudy to question this change, though, and immediately thrust all the way back inside. He rolled his hips into Allius, trying to make the most of his limited mobility. Luke knocked aside the hand that Allius was still jerking off with and replaced it with one of his own. His hand was larger and rougher than Allius’ own, and in moments the demon was cumming. Pearly liquid, the same pinkish colour as his slick, shot out, hitting himself in the chin, dripping down his chest and over Luke’s fingers. The way his hole clenched around his cock sent Luke over the edge. After a few more harsh thrusts he sank in to the hilt, and held Allius tight against him as he spilled inside. They collapsed, still locked together by Luke’s knot.

Allius looked thoroughly wrecked. He was covered in cum and that demonic golden blood, his whole body damp with sweat, with slick still leaking down his inner thighs and saliva dripping from his open mouth. He had claw and bite marks all over him, and the possessive side of Luke was already beginning to lament them healing smooth. “Fuck, that was so good,” Allius breathed out, craning his neck painfully in order to kiss Luke’s chest.

“You’re telling me,” Luke replied. He knocked his nose into Allius’ hair, running his fingers through to cum streaking the demon’s torso. “I don’t know if either of us can keep that up for the next five goddamn days.”

“Speak for yourself, puppy. I’m going to expect this every time you fuck me again. I’ll probably never have to feed again”

Groaning, Luke laved his tongue over one of the big bite marks one Allius’ shoulder. They kissed lazily, almost sleepily, with Luke straying away from Allius’ mouth to lick up the cum that had caught on his chin. Allius dropped his head to the floor after a few minutes, watching with half-lidded eyes as Luke continued dragging his fingers through the cum on his torso, licking the sweet-salty seed from his hands.

“Luke, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” Luke rolled his hips into Allius once, both of them shivering with overstimulation. “It’s not like I can run away.”

Allius laughed once, breathless and joyful. He reached up to trace Luke’s hairline with soft fingers. “I…” He breathed in and out, clearly in an effort to centre himself. “I want to be your mate. Properly. If you’ll have me.”

Luke sat bolt upright as best he could while still being locked inside Allius. “You want to...pardon?”

“I know that it’s a big thing, and you’ll have to claim me as a human because if I’m in my true form the bite won’t hold. Also, I don’t know whether I would bite you too, or if we would form a pact, or…”

He was cut off by Luke locking his muscular arms around him in a bone-cracking hug. “Yes. Yes, of course I want to be your mate!” He attacked every available inch of Allius’ skin with kisses and nips. “Is that why you wanted me to knot you this time?” He asked after burying his nose into the velvet-soft skin behind Allius’ ear.

Allius nodded, wriggling further back into Luke’s warm arms. His tail wound affectionately around Luke’s ankle. “I don’t know why I’ve been avoiding it for so long. It’s not like I can get pregnant, and it feels so good. I feel so full.”

Luke groaned at the sound of that, gently headbutting Allius. “Don’t say that. I already want to fill you with my cum so bad, now I’m never going to want to stop fucking you.” He bit the demon’s ear with sharp teeth, hips bucking slightly. “And I know for a fact that I’m not willing to never let you top me again.”

“Ooh, so romantic,” Allius chuckled, “But no matter how nice that sounds, I want to go to sleep now. I’m tired.”

Luke nodded into the incubus’ nape, tucking them closer together and drifting off, surrounded by each other’s warmth.

#monster fucker #monster lover #exophilia #minors do not interact #smut #tw blood #but it's demon blood and isn't red #enthusiastic consent #terato #monster x monster #terfs dont fucking touch

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Still you | chapter II

Chapter II: The comeback

Synopsis: Y/n decides to help the Avengers despite their betrayal two years prior and her life makes a big shift once again.

Pairing: Y/n x Bucky Barnes and some Y/n x Sam Wilson

Word count: 5,997

warnings: cussing, some fluff

note: I know I took so long but I had writer's block. then, I got covid and I felt too awful to write. But I'm okay now so this is what I could come up with. Not my greatest stuff. the tag list is open :)

Side note: I would really appreciate hearing from you and your thoughts!

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We managed to lower two floors without raising suspicion or making too much noise. At least, James and I were pretty silent, whispering if needed. But of course, Stark always had to open his damn mouth. He had been talking all the way —pretty loudly too— and he just did it again.

“Where’s the grandpa with the bad luck of having you as a tenant?” The man didn’t know the meaning of whispering. Or maybe he did. He just wanted to make my life more complex than it was. I looked frantically behind me, praying he had not seen me sneaking out. At the sight of no one, a breath of relief exploded out of me. But it didn’t last long, irritation quickly dampening my already poor mood.

“Shut the hell up!” I hissed. My patience with the insufferable man wearing thin.

“Oh, relax. If he sees us, we’ll knock him out and blame you.” He mocked, a chuckle erupting throughout the hall and following the stairlike a draft of wind. My blood started to boil inside my veins and I felt the heat spread from head to toes. I was afraid to be reaching my tipping point already because this was nothing. Two years out of practice left me hypersensitive to his shit. I wondered how long I would be able to stand the insufferable mortal and regret hit me like a ton of bricks.

“He is a good man, Stark. We will not knock him out.” I whispered as I pressed myself against the wall. Twisting my head around the corner at the end of the hall, I sneaked a glance at the stairs and the visible space from the top. “Watch your step here. His room is right underneath the stairs. We don’t want to wake him up.

I walked forward, pressing my foot in the first step, praying the creak of the old wood would keep quiet today as it did some nights. At least that’s what I hoped but it wasn’t what happened. A groan broke the silence in the room and I knew that if he was awake, he definitely heard it. I waited a couple of seconds, alert to any noise. When nothing came, I advanced four more steps. I focused on the one shadow dancing in the wall and relief swept through me. He wasn’t awake.

I turned, thinking the guys were still up. However, I let out a gasp when Bucky’s face came into view, mere inches away from mine. Thanks to the startle, the foot I had dangerously close to the edge slipped.

My heart stopped as I thought about the fall and the inevitable bone-crushing pain that would come after it. The stairs were pretty high and even though they were wood, it was quite sharp. Splinters roamed everywhere. I waited for the pain and the strenuous sound. It was phenomenal, the first time I saw the team in two years and I would meet them in a body bag with a broken neck.

However, it never came.

When I opened my eyes, blue electric eyes stared back at me. Our faces were inches away from each other. A hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him to hold me from falling. I was hyper-aware of our breaths clashing against each other, making the most sinful of sounds. Our lips were separated by a small space, too close for my brain to catch up quickly. I noticed how his lips roamed my face, stopping at my lips slightly parted by the surprise. His eyes held a fervent fire and my breath quickened once I felt the inevitable rush of warmth roaring my body.

Coughing slightly, I took a step backward, stepping out of his grasp. I forgot all about the landlord as I scolded myself. The man looked at me and there I was getting flushed like a raging hormonal teenager. I looked at everything but Bucky’s face, why I knew still had his eyes on me except now his jaw was firmly set. I wanted to ask him what was going on inside his head but a hovering shadow at the top of the stairs captured my attention.

“What are you still doing up there?'' The man looked utterly confused standing at the top of the stairs surrounded by darkness. I wondered if it had to do with what he just witnessed.

“You care about that grandpa, don’t you?” His expression was one of disbelief. His body wasn’t moving as if in shock or trying to process the information he thought was correct. And it was, but he didn’t have to know.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, unaffected.

“Of course you do. You care about the landlord.”

I whirled around as fast as I could with the incident earlier present in my head as a gruff voice filled the room. A short, stubby old man stood at the foot of the stair dressed in a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. The ends of his hair stood up as if held by a string and maneuvered by a child. His narrowed black eyes stared back at us. His lips pressed in a thin line.

“Of course, she does, kid. Why shouldn't she?” He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I followed the movement of the milk dancing in the glass on his right hand. I felt proud of the English I had taught him and how-- as much as I didn't want this to happen-- useful it would be. I looked back at Stark to find him gaping like a fish. Little croaks came from his throat but no coherent words came from him. It was the first time I had seen Stark speechless. “I’m an incredible landlord if I say so myself.”

He was.

I cursed inwardly. There were things I didn't want everyone to know. To a certain extent, I wasn’t ready for the team, for Stark, to find out that I wasn’t the monster he expected me to be. I wasn’t ready for him to look at me differently. Andrei had the power to change our whole dynamic.

It wasn’t that Andrei and I shared anything about life. Or at least I didn’t. Andrei liked to talk, to share his life with me, and try to make me talk. He said I was too reserved. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

It had been a warm evening. I could see the sun filtering through the windows. Shining onto the top of the show top and illuminating the cottage-like bakery. The dough in my hands stuck to my skin, lumps of a uniformed cream mass suffocating the fingers. The powdered white dust sat beside me and I felt irritated. I hadn’t thought about pouring it on the mixture before I touched it. ‘I was out of my element here’ I thought as I reached for the flour.

Andrei’s baker had abruptly called five minutes before work notifying him he couldn’t work his shift. His grandmother had fallen down the stairs and fractured her hip, hence his lack of concern for Andrei. He was the only living relative she had so it fell upon him to look after her. One missed shift would turn into dozens. The bakery was small and hidden in a remote part of Romania. The clientèle was not much besides those living in the small town from years ago, or even since they were born.

Everyone in town knew each other. When I arrived I had my doubts about staying in this place because of that same reason. I would be the talk for weeks and I couldn’t risk so many people questioning my presence. Except, I was lucky.

One evening, I sat in a small and dark corner of a bar near the outskirts of the town where it was most probable to see an outsider. Two men sat a couple of feet away from me, talking fairly loudly. Out of boredom and desire to know the people I might have been seeing every day, I heard and studied their moments. Taking notes about their behaviors and storing them far into the file I had on humanity. Their voices were cheery as they ate pastries that I was sure to not be from the small bar.

“This is so good! I can’t believe I haven't tasted a pastry this good since I left,” he moaned loudly in reaction to the puff on his hand. The crumbly dessert spilling powdered sugar all over his dark gray pants. “Andrei hasn’t lost his touch.”

“Who is this Andrei you talk so highly of?” The older male asked the seemingly young partner. The man wore an expensive suit, not one that could be found here and from what I gathered from their conversation, he had not grown up here. But his friend did. What he said next grabbed my attention the most.

“His bakery is pretty hidden in the town. Someone that didn’t know the road would not find him. He used to be a criminal, on the run and all that. But since he got out of prison he became a baker. the man sure has a gift. I don’t even know why he went to jail, because the man is a sweetheart. I think he was just dealt a bad hand.” The man kept munching on his pastry as he talked. The vowels all merging to create a soundless blob. I swore he said more but that was all I could understand and by the face of his friend, he understood less.

“It’s such a small town. Why was it never known?”

“I don’t know. Rumor has it that he was born here but left, something to do with his family. He came back years later, on the run from some people. People we assumed to be the police. Of course, the police followed his trail and eventually found him here. Two years later. He hid pretty well if, you asked me. He treats people with respect but he never talks about himself. He has always been reserved when it comes to his life, only telling small details that lead to nothing. You know, not enough to form a life picture…”

Before he finished talking, I was out of my seat, walking towards the pair. I plastered an innocent look on my face, one I had studied and perfected many times since coming to earth. I relaxed my posture, knowing I had been tense and tucked since I entered this town. I still can’t believe I was social before. Nobody would believe that if I told them now.

“Hey, those pastries look marvelous!” I said in a cheery voice when I reached the pair. Both of their heads whipped towards my direction, curiosity written in their faces. I could hear the questions in their head about me and where I came from and what I looked for in town. Typical gossiping mortals. I wanted to cut the tie between our heads, feeling bad about corrupting the men’s thoughts. But I couldn’t, not until I had what I wanted. “Do you know where could I find them?”

“Sure thing. What’s your name, sweet thing?” Sweet thing, that’s funny. If he had been into the American news he would not say that.

“Calypso. Do you know where the place is? Can you explain it to me?” I said, trying to hide the hurry in my voice. His thoughts were front seat in my mind, not wanting to miss a thing.

“So eager.” He chuckled. Instead of the route, I was expecting, he thought about my naked form and countless sexual images began replaying. I resisted the urge to impale his backside, taking a deep breath and counting to ten. I played his game. I battered my eyelashes and looked at him from hooded eyes. I bit my lip gently and walked closer. Sneaking a glance at his friend, I noticed he was no longer looking at us. He seemed uncomfortable and had turned to his coffee and pastries. I wish I had a coffee to turn to.

“Maybe you could take me there. If you remember the way, of course.” He smirked and grabbed the jacket slung over the wooden chair he sat on. His friend looked at us, startled as if he wasn’t expecting my response. However, the joy of his friend would be short-lived. Images of the way to the small bakery filled my head and I smirked. Before he could take my hand to guide me to his car I asked for the restroom.

As soon as I came in, my eyes searched for some window I could use to leave unnoticed. And I found it in the corner of the bathroom beside one of the huge black and white mirrors. I locked the door and hurried to open the window, sliding through the door. The darkness of the night didn’t face me but my alert was high. Everybody could hide in the dark. My heart rocked against my chest as I saw the same guy from early waiting beside his car. I hurried along the alleyway, pulling my hood up and hiding my hair, disappearing into the dark.

“Calypso, boy for you.” I was brought from my memories by the rough voice of Andrei. Whoever didn’t spend much time with him would think he was mad all the time thanks to his voice and forever furrowed white bushy eyebrows. I matched the furrowing of his eyebrows when he mentioned a boy. I had been careful enough to not get attached or get anyone attached to myself so the mention of another human being besides Andrei spooked me.

Suddenly, the thought of agents looking for me or the usual threats I had filled me with panic. I heard the thunderous beat of my heart. The tremble of my hands disrupted the beautiful form of the pastry in my hands. quickly cleaning and taking away the apron full of white dust, I walked to the front of the door.

A dark-haired man in his early twenties stood next to the door with a blue box in his hands. A white shimmering ribbon adorned the delicate box, wrapping silkily around it to form a well-done bow. The chiseled bone structure of his profile caught my breath as he looked to the small, underpopulated plaza in the corner of the rondure. The curvature of his roman nose and the thin shape of his lips sticking in his profile.

I saw him regularly at the small bakery. His usual was a Papanaşia with a black strong coffee. He left three dollars on the tip jar three times a week and I noticed if he was overly happy, he would leave a fiver regardless of the day or how many days he had tipped. I had seen him mad twice in the store. Seemingly, he was one of those guys that harbored every trouble inside in a chaotic turmoil. I knew because I had invaded his mind one of those times. Curiosity had gotten the best of me, knowing he was always the type of guy that carried the sun on his shoulder. Every time he caught my attention, I tried to remind myself that he could’ve been an agent sent by Hydra to kill me or worse, kidnap me.

“Hello. What can I help you with?” I said, confidence laced in my voice. The confidence I did not expect to have. His head whipped towards me. A smile broke on his face at the sight of me. I saw the fidgeting of the box in his hands and the sudden bobbing of his knee. He didn’t appear to be harboring any secrets, or at least not deadly ones.

“Hey. I know this will probably look very weird to you but I’ve been watch- I mean not watching but I just- I,” His stammering caused a giggle to leave my lips involuntarily. My hand immediately flew to my lips, hiding the smile corrupting my face. He lowered his face but not before giving me one of those smiles that could light up a world. God, I felt sappy. He looked at me once again. “I don’t know how to do this. I definitely didn’t think it through.” He chuckled. One of his hands came up to brush his face while shaking it, side to side. I could tell he was nervous, maybe more that I initially had been.

Seeing him stammer was the cutest thing I had seen since the little green and purple flowers that grew back home and surrounded our palace. So, I decided to help him a bit. “You could start with your name,” I said, trying to not smile too much. Agent, agent, agent…

“God, you probably should’ve done that first. Nice one.” He said, more to himself than for me to hear it. “I’m Razvan. It's lovely to finally meet you.” I shook his hand. It was rough yet soft with elongated fingers caressing my own small and thin one.

“Calypso.”

“What I meant to say, you know, before I shot myself in the foot was that you caught my eye since I first saw you. Now, I swear I'm not stalking you because it could be easy to think after the horrible introduction I just did. But, yeah, I would like to get to know you, if that’s okay with you.”

I did think about it. I swear I did. I thought about how he could be linked to Hydra and if you searched on the deepest paranoid corner, the Avengers. I thought he could’ve been just a random murderer whose floor I had shaken. My voice of reason said no. and with the saddest feeling settling my stomach, I told him what I thought. Or tried to.

“I’m sorry, I-I can’t. You seem like the loveliest person b-but I…” For some reason, I couldn’t just say no. “Can I think about this?” That was the only thing that came out of my mouth while I tried to get the words ‘go away and ‘don’t speak to me’ out of my mouth. His smile faded a bit, but even then he tried to keep his positivity and bright personality on. I could feel the waves of disappointment once I started speaking but hope soon came flooding back.

“Sure. I'm a complete stranger coming here every day just to see you. I can see how that’s alarming. take your time.” He shook his head as if realizing what he had just said. He chuckled and I tried to give him a small smile. Before I could turn away and leave, I felt him touch my elbow. I jumped back.

His brows furrowed quickly. “Forgive me. This is for you. And please accept it.” I thought about refusing but this would only prolong this meeting, pushing me to accept a company I wasn't ready for. I took the small box, my hand already trying to open the shimmering blue box. “No, please. Open it later, more calmly and everything and you can tell me whenever you’re ready if you like it.” I gave him a smile, which he returned brightly before diving back inside the back of the store.

Once inside, I undid the delicate ribbon, watching it dissolve like seafoam by the lovely blue water. The glistening gold chain with a tiny, colorful Koi fish rested in the center of the box. My heart swelled and I felt a way I hadn’t felt since Bucky. He remembered what I had told him that first, and the only time we had talked before today.

The voice of Andrei brought me out of my stupor with a jump. A hand traveled to grasp my heart while the other held the box tightly.

“Razvan is nice guy.” His voice was gruff and deep like it had been since I had met him. He walked behind me and grabbed a pack of flour to dump beside me. I looked towards the other and realized I was running out of it.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes. Comes every day for two years. Great boy.”

When I didn’t say anything, he stopped cutting open the pack of flour and turned to look at me. “You too reserved. Not want to end like Andrei alone. Give guy chance.” That was all he said before he left. A tall wrinkly woman with short red hair calling out for him.

The last thing I thought that day after he left drove me to the same road he had set me on. I didn’t want to end alone or die alone for that matter. But what was I to do if everyone thought I was a selfish monster who just wanted to kill and bring chaos? The only person who didn’t feel that particular way was the same man I was leaving without saying goodbye.

Stark seemed to have gathered his words together because he suddenly began spewing some shit on Andrei. shit, he didn’t like it.

“The girl is no selfish girl. Only a fool like yourself would think so. Only a blind man would propose such a thing.” His brows were furrowed but Otherwise, he was calmly standing at the bottom of the stairs sipping his milk. He seemed like he would continue but I made sure to stop him

“Andrei, no.”

“I see. She holds you hostage and controls you, doesn’t she?” Stark countered, a smirk settling in his features. I pinched my nose, sighing loudly.

“You have to leave with this buffoon?” I walked down to his side, muttering an annoyed yes. “I’m sadder for you than him.” A chuckle escaped him as he hugged my shoulders with one arm. I tried to push him away but found no will to do so. I would miss Andrei. He felt like the father I never had. Worry settled in my stomach knowing I had been here and I would no longer be if anything happened to him. I hugged him back, despite my better judgment and the four pairs of eyes staring back at me.

“Don’t forget about me, violet. Nor dear Razvan.’ He told me after letting me go. I nodded before calling back to my two companions. Stark came down, slowly walked to the front door. Bucky at his heels. They both turned. Bucky’s face had some sort of emotion I couldn't decipher. I thought I could, but I doubt he would feel happy about finding someone genuine to spend my days with.

Stark, on the other hand, looked at Andrei as if he had grown an extra head.

“I’m confused. Aren’t you supposed to be dying at her touch or something? Are you sure she didn’t threaten you to act this way?” The funny thing was, he sounded genuinely confused. The skepticism in his voice hurt my feelings but the mere fact it was stark made me forget quickly. He was an insensitive prick with a personal vendetta.

“Take this fool away before I turn him into a human pastry,” Andrei commented. I walked towards them, chuckling. “Ai grijă, violet aprins.” Take care, fiery violet. The elder said before we shut the door behind us. my heart swelled at his words. I knew I would long for those quiet evenings where it would rain and we would sit down in the living room with a book, quietly enjoying our presence. We laughed and made new and invented pastries in the kitchen for days, always looking for new and innovative flavors. I would miss the man that had treated me like his daughter.

“Take care, Pop.” I whispered to myself. Not thinking a long-haired blue-eyed soldier would hear.

And just like that, we disappeared quietly into the night and I said goodbye to one of the most important people in my life.

James let me know they came in the Quinjet, that enormous thing I had refused to sit on two years ago. the walk was not far from where we were and we found it in a while.

The Quinjet was hidden behind one of the buildings next to the bakery. the gigantic thing sleeping while we arrived to climb up. clint stood outside, his arms crossed. that man always looked like he was in a power pose.

“Romania? What is it with chased people and Romania?” Confusion and genuine interest were written all over his face.

Barton had always been a friend before I knew the truth. Nat told me she had told him in a drunken stupor. he tried to talk to her about telling me but she didn’t listen. I didn’t hold it against him because I knew he wasn’t actively participating but he didn’t do anything either.

I shrugged. “It’s a good hiding place. too many criminals organizations for you to matter. nobody cares who the hell you are as long as you keep quiet.”

“Good shadow place.” Bucky added as he tried to help me get in the Quinjet. I ignored his hand, focusing on Clint’s face.

“Exactly.” My response was clipped. if he was fishing for a normal conversation he was in for a treat.

After a while, we took off. My legs became restless as I sat in front of Stark and Bucky while Clint piloted the flying thing. boredom pushed me to get up from my seat and walk towards the front of the Quinjet. that, and Straks glare along with the awkwardness of Bucky’s movements.

Clint’s focused face came into view as I sat beside him. silence engulfed the both of us before he broke the silence with some words I didn’t expect.

“We missed you.” it was a quiet remark but full of shocking force. I just sat there, wide-eyed looking towards the already clearing sky. I looked towards him and forced myself to respond. a scoff came out of me, causing Clint to look rapidly towards me.

“You have no reason to believe me, but it’s the truth. Nat was pretty shaken up when you left. we looked for you everywhere and decided you didn’t want to be found. that you needed some time. it took you longer than we thought.”

“You didn’t find me because you didn’t look. You don’t have to lie to me, Barton.” I said, masking the hurt I felt with anger. why keep lying to me? I knew they didn’t care sop they didn’t need to act as they did.

“What? we did loo-” He never finished his sentence since Stark’s voice boomed around the small space. he came to let us know where would land soon as if we didn’t know already. Clint was the pilot, it was impossible for us to not know. suspicion arose in my chest but I soon forgot it when I saw the massive compound below us.

✹✹✹ I would be lying if I said my stomach wasn’t fluttering and my hands trembled slightly. I subtly rubbed my hands in my jeans, hoping to get some moisture away. But, there was something else bothering me. It had been there for a little while. The emptiness in my chest divided in two, as though… I don’t even know. The doors slid with a swift sound and my heart rate hit new floors.

I tried to avoid showing any emotion I felt. Seeing them surrounding the long table, all in their daily clothing made it hard to remember. I couldn’t show the happiness of seeing them all right after two years. Nor could I show the excitement deep in my bones seeing Wanda’s face. I couldn’t forget the damage (situation) those high-held beings made to my heart.

I looked at them with a mask of indifference firmly placed.

Wanda was the first to step forwards, as I knew she would. I didn’t expect her to but a part of me screamed how she had been the only real friend through the year I spent in this cage. I resisted the urge to hug her, touch her, and receive the reassurance I so deeply wanted.

“I thought- we thought you were dead.” The revelation shocked me. It felt as though they couldn’t believe I was alive. But I was. The question was… why did they think so?

“Nop. Still kicking.” I replied.

“Unfortunately.” I heard Stark mutter under his breath. I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to kick him. I could make him feel a true kick in his brain. And his ass, too.

“Y/n!” A high-pitched voice came from the corner next to me. The smiley face of Pepper Potts came rushing towards me, engulfing me in a hug. My nerve endings shot and I prayed my instinctive responses wouldn’t go through. Fortunately for me, they didn’t. Before I could even think to hold her back—which I wouldn’t have done anyway— she stepped back. Smile intact and a gleam in her eyes capable of illuminating the whole room.

“Jesus. You’ve changed so much!” Her hands settled on my shoulder, holding softly and slightly shaking my shocked frame. “I missed you.” Her vice took a sweet edge and her head lolled to the side. Her eyes scrutinized me with the look of a mother who had just seen her child after a hard year abroad. I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably out of her grasp. I wasn’t used to this.

“Honey, leave the feral alien alone.” Tony’s voice reached my ears. “We have important matters to discuss.”

“God, Tony. Give us a break. We haven’t seen the kid in two years.” Natasha’s ______ filled the room as I saw her taking steps towards me. I noticed there were no relaxed steps but tense and wary. Her eyes held a sort of apology mixed with caution.

I just stared. Deep inside I didn’t know how to react to someone I hadn’t seen in a long time, someone who betrayed me gets closer. Her body language told me she was sorry but still cautious of my reaction but I didn’t know if I should forgive her. Her right hand stretched towards my frame. I shifted uncomfortably in place, moving slightly away from her.

I saw her eyes roam my body, noticing the discomfort. She came to a halt three feet away from me. Her lips were pursed as she let her head drop for a second. She recovered quickly, extending her same hand towards me, this time to shake my hand.

“It’s good to have you back, Y/n.”

I took her hand in mine, shaking firmly. I nodded my head towards her. My lips pursed. The movement of Wanda’s body caught my eye. She stepped closer to me, her hands nervously trembling beside her big, red jumper.

“Can I hug you?” Hearing those words coming out of her froze the ongoing flow of blood through my veins. I was shocked, to say the least. I bet I looked like a gaping fish as an incomprehensible string of detached words escaped my lips. Everyone else seemed as surprised as I was. For completely different reasons I would bet. As Stark had said, they thought I was a free being.

She waited patiently, probably aware of the shock and ongoing battle I had inside me. She was the only one aware of my thoughts about showing anything besides contempt. And she knew why. But I sent it all to hell and for once, I did what I wanted to do. I nodded.

Her smile was worth enough as she moved quickly towards me, as though worried I would change my opinion. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, my lack of height apparent as my 5’1 ass reached her shoulders. I resisted the urge to cry as I wrapped my arms around her back, relishing in a familiar face that didn’t hate my only existence.

“I missed you.” It was a whisper, only for me to hear. A small smile escaped my lips as hope blossomed in my chest. Hope that maybe I wasn’t a lost cause. Hope that maybe someday I could have a family.

“I did too, Red.” I murmured back. Careful to not raise my voice as I didn’t want anyone to know anything. I felt oddly vulnerable to be hugging someone let alone hugging someone in front of seven people. I noticed Vision staring and I gave him a subtle nod, a small smile creeping upon my lips. He nodded back with that usual blank expression not in compass with the feelings he harbored. After some time, I let her go before Stark had another remark to make.

I noticed Steve leaning against a far-away table, maybe ten feet away from where I was. His head lowered, eyes on the ground. His arms surrounded his build, hugging himself with a heavy frown on his face. He didn’t want to look towards me and I thought I knew why. He was ashamed of what he did. He was guilty anyway you looked at it. He was guided by Bucky to do everything. He followed the man despite knowing it was wrong. Not because your friend tells you to throw yourself out the window means you’ll do it. He knew full well what was wrong and right. He knew Barnes' proposal was as low as a man could get.

If he didn’t apologize and acknowledge what he did, he was dead to me. I mean, he had tried to apologize that day, but I was devastated and no words came through my anger.

There were a few handshakes and subtle nods here and there before I noticed a presence missing. I looked around for the usual big man with an overinflated sense of heroism but didn’t find him. He was big enough for anyone to spot him. I felt a pang in my chest and a tingle at the back of my head and I knew something was wrong. The air shifted and my hands started trembling slightly.

“Where’s my brother?” I asked, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to compose myself, knowing he had to be alright or I would’ve felt something.

“We don’t know. We couldn’t get a hold of him.” Natasha replied. I noticed the subtle worry etched in her face lines.

Suddenly, I understood that emptiness inside me. That swirling emotion unlatched to an earthy body. One of the connectors inside of me, besides bucky’s, was empty. It didn’t have any energy to connect to.

No.

I didn’t realize I began hyperventilating while the word repeated itself over and over in my head. My chest rose and fell quickly while the air got caught in my throat. My hand shot out to grasp anything in reach I could hold myself up with.

“Y/n?! What’s wrong?” Wanda was the first to step forward and grab my elbow. Her soft touch didn't completely register in my sensory sense. The only thing in my mind was the heavy colorless fog swirling around in my insides.

The worst part was, I didn’t know which of my brothers it belonged to. I thought about them and how long it had been since I had seen them. Since I had been with them.

“Can you all excuse me?” I pulled myself together and without waiting for a response, I hurried across the room. I thought about the me that they just saw but somewhere deep down, I didn’t care.

I hurried, passing Steve's body. This time, he looked intently at me. I didn’t expect him to stand up and grab my shoulders. By this point, my vision was blurry and I tried hard to reconnect with the missing life essence.

“Y/n, I-”

“Can we do this later, Rogers?” I spat, cutting him off before getting my elbow out of his grasp. I left, shuddering and feeling a wave of anger rising in my chest.

What a good way to make a comeback.

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ironmandeficiency · 4 years ago

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internal bleeding

pairing: kix / mechanic!reader

word count: 2425

summary: work can be dangerous, even for someone who barely leaves the star cruiser.

a/n: i’m hitting three birds with one stone with this one!! not only is this shitpost prompt #1 AND a separate request i got a few days ago, but the 14th was my bestie @morganas-pendragons ‘s birthday!! have a little kix, kayla, as a late bday treat

warnings: getting kinda crushed by a ship, fives being a dumbass

the guys had just arrived back on board the resolute from what you heard was an almost too easy campaign. despite the lower than normal admittances to the medbay, there were still plenty of ships to tend to with varying amounts of damage.

your normal drill on days like this one was to work like hell until kix was relieved of duty for the night, then go with him to his bunk and let the both of you sleep out your exhaustion in the comfort of each other’s arms. the next morning before you were both summoned to your duties would be spent catching up on each other, letting the worries melt away as you chatted about everything and nothing all at once. it was a system that you both adopted soon after you started dating, one that you were extremely grateful for.

it was nights like that where you were able to see your boyfriend vulnerable in a way he couldn’t show often. if the campaign was more rough than usual, then you were able to hold him and remind him just how wonderful of a man he is. you hated to see him hurting but took comfort in the fact you were always able to bring him back to you, back to his brothers.

thoughts of laying in kix’s loving arms keep you blissfully distracted during the later hours, when the rest of your fellow mechanics had already retreated to the bunks for the night. others thought your late hours spent under various ships were because of your dedication to the cause, but they didn’t know about you and kix. you worked hard so your medic was safe, so his brothers were safe.

those reasons were what had you under general skywalker’s delta-7b aethersprite at some unholy hour of the night. your reputation preceded you, and after some good words put in by torrent company, you were able to become the only person besides general skywalker himself allowed to make repairs on it.

it was a strenuous job sure, what with how the jedi knight wore down his ships, but you enjoyed your work and felt honored to be respected at such a high level.

that is, you enjoyed it when the jacks holding the ship up weren’t breaking while you under the damned thing. you heard the telltale creaking of the jacks while your entire body was on the ground below it. you were never more grateful that chet had convinced you to use one of the rollers.

with all the speed your half-conscious body could muster, you walked your feet forward as fast as you could from under the delta and thought you were home free, but then an excruciating pain erupted in your left arm. the ship was on top of the limb and the weight was no pain you’d ever felt in your life. you were certain your scream should have gotten somebody’s attention, but it seems that you’re all alone.

your comm was, unfortunately, on the wrist of your crushed arm and on the off chance that it wasn’t busted beyond repair, you couldn’t communicate with the thing regardless because the buttons were out of reach.

maybe if the surveillance team would see you eventually but you doubted it. there was no way in the galaxy you were going to let yourself be bested by a damn ship though, so you got to yelling for someone to help you and hoped you wouldn’t lose your voice before help came.

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“kix, i know for a fact you haven’t slept in at least two days. get your ass outta here or i’m gonna call your girl in here and have her drag you out.”

“i’m not gonna leave when there’s still so much left to do.”

“you’ve done plenty, vod-”

“coric, i-”

kix wasn’t sure who had a hold on his arm but suddenly he was being dragged out of the medbay, and his body was too weak to resist the familiar grip. “vod, you’ve got a pretty woman waitin’ for ya and she’d hate to see you working yourself to death like this. let’s head to the barracks-”

“no,” kix mumbles, “she’s waiting for me in the hangar, it’s what we always do.” to be frank, kix isn’t completely honest how he’s able to form a coherent sentence with how tired he is. fives says nothing, just nods and takes a turn towards where you were waiting.

the closer the brothers got to the hangar, the more they heard it. they weren’t completely sure what “it” was, but it was a little worrying. the noise kept repeating itself and when they were closer, it sounded… human. they were yelling, and were they crying too? it was hard to tell from here.

warning bells were ringing in their heads and any tiredness kix had before was shoved down deep as they ran to investigate the source of the noise.

if you weren’t in so much pain you would have thought to keep track of the time you spent under the ship. your arm was in a strange limbo of total numbness and almost blinding pain and you couldn’t even focus on your surroundings because all of your focus was on the pain.

no one was listening, no one had been for the past however long you’ve been laying there. your throat was raw from screaming and you began to sob, which didn’t exactly help your throat. you weren’t completely certain when your sobbing began to contain cries for help but what you did know was that the longer you were under this ship, the worse the damage would be.

several more minutes of sobbing and screaming and nothing. not a soul cared that you were pinned down. you were doomed to spend the rest of your days under general skywalker’s ship, forever known as the mechanic whose love for her work killed her.

but wait a minute, were those footsteps? or was it the pounding of blood in your ears?

the two soldiers enter the hangar and their eyes nearly fall from their skulls when they identify your body in such a precarious spot under the bright yellow ship

“cyare! sweetheart, what happened?!”

their feet pound hard on the durasteel floor towards where you were pinned, fear the dominant expression on both of their faces. kix has never seen you cry out of something that wasn’t laughter, and he didn’t think he’d ever be ready to see his headstrong cyare temporarily defeated by a hunk of metal.

“kix, help me get this off her!” fives yelling for his help and the sobs from your throat snapped him back to reality as he helped lift the ship just enough for you to move to the side enough to free your arm.

it almost hurt worse now that the weight was gone which made no sense. once you were free, the men dropped it with a clang and kix was immediately hovering over you, examining the wounded limb. he quickly notices the way your veins are swelling and the unnatural angle of your wrist and is brought to two conclusions: there’s some sort of internal bleeding in your arm that needs to be taken care of immediately, and you have a broken wrist.

“what’s the damage?”

“internal bleeding and a broken wrist. could have been worse but this is a bitch of an injury.”

“internal bleeding? isn’t that where the blood’s supposed to be?”

you wanted so bad to laugh at the stupid joke, it was one of the worst ones you’ve ever heard from him. the most you could muster is a sob-laugh accompanied by a shake of your head. you’d give him the proper laughter later when you weren’t in blinding pain.

fives is watching worriedly as his vod unzips half of your jumpsuit, using the sleeves to tie your arm to your torso. he knows that as a mechanic, your hands and wrists are crucial for your job. would you be let go for this? oh gods, what if you had to leave the resolute? kix would be absolutely crushed without you.

whispering a soft apology in your ear, he lifts you into his arms and begins to run to the medbay as fast as his legs could go. the jostling irritated the wound and brought the tears down harder, and with every step kix was cooing gently and giving choked apologies for hurting you.

“i thought i told you to leave, k- holy shit, what happened?!”

“she was working in general skywalker’s delta when the jacks collapsed and the ship fell on her!”

“there’s a free bed over here!”

coric was struggling to comprehend you crying, that just wasn’t something that happened. ever. he would have continued down this rabbit hole of “holy kriff” but kix was beginning to shout orders. he literally just kicked this man out of the medbay moments ago, this isn’t going to fly. not even - no, especially when the patient is his cyar’ika.

coric and fives could tell that kix’s hands were shaking from several feet away. whether it was because of you, his ongoing lack of sleep, or both, neither of them were sure. a silent plan was devised and fives was soon pulling kix backwards away from you. he was struggling in the arc’s hold, yelling about how he had to be there, how he wasn’t going to leave you. coric was then able to bring the needle to his vod’s neck and pushed in the sedative.

fives gently sat his brother in one of the sparse guest chairs and pulled a second chair next to kix’s. you two weren’t going to be alone, not through something like this.

you woke up connected to machines you knew the names of and how to fix, but not why they were attached to you. then you tried to move your arm and you remembered exactly why in seconds, your eyes seeing spots with the pain. it was nowhere near as bad as it was when you were still under the ship, but it was terrible for just waking up.

then you tried to lift your other side and panicked when you couldn’t move your entire right side. that wasn’t where you were hit, what gives? then you recognized the anti-droid aurebesh and lightning bolt designs and let yourself calm down.

it was just kix, and he was curled around you like a tooka kitten trying to steal warmth. his hands held your right one to his chest, his forehead pressing against your shoulder while the rest of his body was curled up to make itself as tiny as possible. even in sleep, kix was always putting your comfort first.

not wanting to wake him, you decided to gently trace the designs in his hair and count down the minutes until you could kiss him like you’ve been wanting to ever since he left for the planet’s surface.

a throat clears from kix’s other side and you poke your head up with confusion. why was fives there? did he even sleep last night? didn’t look like it.

the arc trooper could see the question forming on your lips and answered it before you could say a thing. “i uh, i didn’t want either of you to be alone when you woke up. i hope that’s okay.”

“that’s more than okay, fives. it’s really sweet of you.”

“yeah it was a guessing game as to which one of ya would wake up first,” you raised an eyebrow as to why they’d be unsure of whether you or kix would be up before the other. “he was frantic when we brought you in, nearly punched coric when he told him to move away from you. had to sedate him to get him down.”

you gasped at the revelation and turned to press a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s crown. it was still jarring to know that you had someone that would fight tooth and nail for you, despite having been with kix for nearly a year. but for him to be given a sedative because he was so violent in his need to help you? it was bizarre. violent was never a word you thought would describe kix, but trying to punch his brother seemed to fit under that category.

he stirred next to you and his hands tightened their grip on yours, his forehead pressing a little harder against your shoulder. a few grumbles came from his throat as he awoke, eyelids droopy as he raised his head.

“are you okay, cyare?” this was more like the kix you know, always putting others above himself from the moment he’s awake.

you hummed and continued to trace his lightning, nodding in reply. “yeah, because you saved me.” he smiles and places a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand before lacing his fingers with yours.

“i helped a little, i think.”

“fuck off, fives.” your boyfriend mumbled groggily as he wrapped himself around you, burying his face in your neck.

“i did!”

it hurt a little less to laugh now and your boyfriend seemed to lose a bit of the tension from the night’s previous events. you smiled and felt kix curl even closer to you, legs tangling with yours like they do every time you share a bed. “thank you fives, your heroism is most appreciated.”

kix chuckled into your skin and began to leave soft kisses on the skin there. “now leave us alone, dumbass. i need some time with my girl.”

fives chuckles and rises from the chair that served as his bed the night prior, patting your leg as he walked by the cot you were laying in. “no funny business in the medbay, you two!” he jokingly wagged a scolding finger at you both.

“oh, get kriffed!”

fives’s head was the only thing visible to you now, a smirk on his face in spite of the somber mood he was in prior to your waking up. “that seems to be your goal, vod!”

your medic grabbed the nearest projectile and hurled it at his head, fives yelping as he ducked barely a second before a datapad stylus speared him in the eye. “thought he’d never leave,” kix jokes. you chuckle at the ribbing and let yourself rest. there was a lot of healing to be done before you’d be back to working shape, you knew that, but having your kix beside you would make it all the easier.

happy late birthday, kayla!!! love you bunches!!!

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drxwsyni · 5 years ago

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Tell Me What You’re Thinking (pt. 2/2)

Yandere merman!Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!Reader

Summary: Studying abroad on a remote tropical island, a life threatening event prompts a certain merman to come to your rescue. Coincidence or not, the meeting results in his intentions being set in stone.

All characters are aged up (18+).

Warnings for this part: injury, mild violence, suggestions of poor parenting

6.6k words

a/n: This is the final part to my mermay fic for the bookclub! I’m fairly happy with how this turned out, and I hope you guys enjoy it too!

Prompt: “It’s really not that complicated.”

Part 1

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Another day of work went completely down the drain. Not as in your accomplishments being ruined or anything like that, rather there weren’t any accomplishments to be had in the first place.

You spent the rest of the evening talking to Hitoshi. He had so many questions.

“What are you studying.”

“Where are your classmates?”

“Does anyone know you're here?”

“How are you enjoying the island?”

“How long are you staying here?”

He was relentless.

But you answered every single one of his inquiries. You owed him, after all. It was the least you could do, and frankly you didn’t mind it.

He was so invested in getting to know you. The treatment was something you’ve never experienced before. And you liked it―someone being committed to understanding you instead of assuming everything.

Even more so, you enjoyed how he seemed genuinely concerned about your limits, unlike others.

The sun was setting, its influence casting a warm haze across the beach. You still hadn’t gotten any work done, but it didn’t matter. It was worth it. You could afford to miss another day of research if it meant catching up on some much needed meaningful human interaction.

Or is human interaction even the right description for it?

It was interaction. That’s all that mattered.

The both of you knew that you couldn’t talk all night, but he wasn’t quite done with his well earned interrogation yet.

You were sitting on the edge of the rocks, feet dangling in the chilled ocean water while Hitoshi rested his arms casually atop the surface. He looked up at you as he spoke, neck craning to accommodate the height difference. “This whole research thing seems like a lot of work―especially if you were going to risk your life for it.”

He seemed to enjoy undermining your capabilities. It came off as playful teasing, but part of you was a little offended that he didn’t think you could handle yourself. But given recent events, the behaviour was probably forgivable―he did meet you in your almost dying moments.

“I guess it is, but if I don’t put in the effort then...I don’t know. I’ll disappoint my parents, which is definitely not something I want to do.” You laughed at the thought, but really the idea of messing up such a perfect opportunity for success was distressing.

And it was clear that Hitoshi picked up on that distress.

“Are you not doing this for yourself? You’re working so hard, what’s the point if it’s not something you even want to do?” His face was turned into that of pure concern, and it made your heart sink a little to think he felt so worried about you.

“It’s not that I don’t want to do it. I like studying at my school, it’s just―sometimes I wish I was doing something I was a little more interested in.” Nervously, your eyes were trained on the rippling water in front of you.

One thing you’d come to note after spending even a few hours with Hitoshi was that his gaze was practically piercing. It made it hard to look him in the eyes as you spoke, even when you were discussing lighter topics. He could be teasing you yet there’d still be an air of seriousness to it. And in times like these his focus on you would no doubt be immobilizing if you had the courage to steal a glance.

But you didn’t need to, not with the disappointed sounding sigh that escaped his lips. “Then why don’t you? Clearly you’re not happy with whatever’s happening now.”

You kicked your feet in the water slightly, trying to stave off the tension he was creating. “I can’t just―listen, there’s nothing I can do about it Hitoshi. I wish there was, honestly...It’s not a big deal.”

There was a long pause, and for a moment you feared that he’d gotten bored with hearing about your unfortunate lifestyle. But he wouldn’t still be associating with you if that was ever a problem.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

The question was so unexpected, it took you a second to comprehend it―another to reply. “Y-you mean like...rant about my feelings?” This time you were looking at him, an automatic reflex to the shock you received from his words.

His gaze was unwavering, showing no signs of going back on what he said. “Sure, maybe I can help.”

At that you gave a lighthearted chuckle, causing a slightly confused look to form on his face. “No offence, but I don’t think there’s much you can do for me. Y’know…” You eyed the shimmering tail that was outstretched in the water, the sight still baffling your preconceived notions of reality.

His tone borderlined on taunting, while still retaining a certain edge to it. “What? Because I’m part fish? I’m sure even like this I can still offer advice, don’t you think?”

As he spoke, the grin he gave was almost threatening. It contrasted his supportive words. Even more so when your eyes laid upon a new realization of his physique.

His canine teeth were inhumanely sharp.

It was practically a set of fangs, just another part about him that was otherworldly.

You disregarded the sudden findings to form a coherent response amongst your semi-flusteredness. “I don’t know...there’s a lot to unpack when it comes to that. I’d hate to bore you to death.”

He gave a warm smile, “I don’t think that’s possible. Really (y/n), you can tell me anything.”

For a moment you paused before responding. Could you really tell him...anything? You weren’t lying, there was a lot that you had buried under the long maintained efforts to suppress your personal opinions. Ones that those important to you wouldn’t quite agree with, and you didn’t have the heart to disappoint them.

But when your mind went back on all he’d done for you up until now, would letting you do this be anymore taxing on him? If anything, Hitoshi proved that he was more than willing to just talk to you. Nothing complicated in the matter. Just mindless discussion with the only goal of becoming more acquainted with each other.

He wasn’t trying to get anything from you. No intentions of advantage-taking were present.

How could you not comply with his request?

And so you did. You told him what ailed you most―those in your life that didn’t take your needs seriously. How oftentimes people liked to pretend that they weren’t pressuring you into things, or judging you for stuff you couldn’t complete with a high degree of success. Thoughts that you would never admit you had to these people for fear of unbearable rejectment.

Hitoshi listened patiently, letting you take your time to form your thoughts and offering words of consolation where it was appropriate. His concern only grew with each passing word. You described how strenuous school could be, despite you yourself thinking you were overreacting.

Thankfully he didn’t think the same. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Somehow it was easy for him to disregard the glaring differences in your lifestyles. He adapted to what you spoke of, altering his words and views to best assist you in easing the aches you carried.

For the most part, his words were short and sweet, but you appreciated them nonetheless. It was unlikely that you’d be able to utilize his words of advice, but the action of speaking itself was more than enough to alleviate your stresses.

As the sky grew darker, you felt the weight of guilt and expectations upon you grow lighter. All the while he didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, living up to his initial offer to let you drown him in your sorrows as well.

So when the moon crested over the surface of the horizon, you could leave him feeling more mentally refreshed than you had in years. The both of you were reluctant to part―you surprised at this given how personally you couldn’t imagine how boring it would’ve been to hear you drone on for a little over half an hour.

Even more confounding, Hitoshi made you promise to come back to the same spot the next day. You would’ve had to either way―being now two days behind in your research. But the notion that he was waiting, anticipating your return brought a warmth to your heart.

You agreed with his desire, and made your way back to the dimly lit cabin before the luminance of the sun could vanish from the sky.

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It would turn out that Hitoshi’s patience was a blessing.

You trekked back to the same spot―back to him, after that day with your equipment in tow. Unfortunately, he was quite adamant on spending time with you in pretty much an identical way like you had before. And as much as you would’ve loved to talk endlessly with him, there was no way you were going to finish your research for the final if you did.

So, you laid out some ground rules. Normally you’d spend the whole time at the ocean pools doing something that worked towards your end goal, but with his presence in the mix you’d have to alter your routine.

It was decided that you’d return to him an hour earlier than normal. You’d spend the extra time doing your work, and he’d simply exist alongside of you. Hitoshi wouldn’t necessarily do anything, most times you’d just catch him observing your work habits. Occasionally he’d question your methods, and you’d continue your work while explaining whatever task you were completing to him. Generally, he was a curious sort of creature―and you couldn’t exactly blame him. He didn’t talk much about his interactions with other humans before, but judging by his desire to learn more about your customs, you could assume the presence you gave him had never arisen in a similar way before.

You could relate to his newfound interest in your relationship more than he probably knew. The change from the monotonous lifestyle you had for the past few years compared to what had developed between you and the merman was like night and day. Being so caught up in school didn’t grant much time for socializing, or anything recreational for that matter.

For so long you felt alone―and now you weren’t. Not with the undivided attention of Hitoshi.

When you deemed it permissible to wrap up your findings for the day, the two of you would pick back up wherever you left the conversation last. It would be understandable if you ran out of topics for discussion, but that never happened.

Days turned into weeks, and you were still as attentive to his words as ever, just as he was equally engaged with you. Sometimes the words you exchanged weren’t even meaningful―mindless in every sense, talking just to hear each other's voice. In such a short amount of time you developed a bond that you’d never once experienced before―and it wasn’t even with a human.

It was almost funny the way things worked out. Never would you have expected to become so close to someone this quickly, let alone a man who wasn’t even the same species as you. But that’s what made it all the more special. You came on this trip offered by your university under the encouragement of it being a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’―and that’s exactly what it came to be.

You’d never have this same sense of euphoria again. No matter where you might go, Hitoshi’s presence was irreplaceable.

That’s what made the slowly ensuing date of departure so painful to come to terms with.

If the prospect of leaving him behind wasn’t enough to weigh you down, then the copious amounts of work left to be completed certainly would. It felt as if none of your efforts were good enough. You’d finish one thing just for another problem to arise―it was maddening.

You felt like pulling your hair from the roots with how much stress you were under. The whole process was frantic―you scrambling to jot down notes, trying to politely discuss with your peers or professors about certain topics while battling with the dreaded feeling that you were bothering them with every word that came out of your mouth. You were losing sleep, trying to formulate your plans for the next day or hash out what you’d add to your paper.

Hitoshi noticed your severely distressed state―it was obvious after all.

You were talking less. Short answers, sometimes only a word or a simple nod here and there. For so long he’d just sit there and watch you slave away at your research. The talks you two had were becoming shorter―you favouring to spend the time doing what was essentially cramming for your final at this point.

He wasn’t having it.

You were borderlining on a headache with the amount of strain you were putting on your brain to stay focused. It was a focus so intense that the sound of Hitoshi’s voice breaking through the silence almost scared you half to death.

“You’ve been pretty quiet lately. What’s going on?”

Your hand flinched at the deep baritone of his voice, sending your pencil flying into the nearest ocean pool with a splash. For a moment your mind reminisced on the evening when his unwarned appearance caused you to do something similar. Only this time you knew he was there―you were just too engrossed in your task to remember.

Reaching for the now wet pencil, you replied without sparing him a glance. “I’m just really busy right now ‘Toshi. I’m supposed to be leaving soon and I haven’t even―” You caught your tone changing into one of irritation. He didn’t have that effect on you by no means. It was the work that spurred the emotions, and you didn’t want him thinking he was the cause of your growing anxieties.

In an attempt to ease the tensions plaguing your body, you let out a deep sigh. “My work isn’t done yet―not even close. I’m just running out of time here.”

You shook your head at the dreadful reality, drying off your pencil with the loose fabric of your cover up.

Hitoshi shifted in the water slightly, a crease forming between his brows at your worries. “What’ll happen if you don’t finish? Surely you’ve got enough done so far―I mean you don’t stop even when we talk.” He was watching your every move just like he always did, you paying no mind to his intent stare.

Sitting back down on the dry rock with your notebook in hand, you responded. “Well, I’ll upset my parents for one. I just can’t seem to get everything done. I’m behind schedule and at this rate I’ll never finish my research.” You paused your rant, opting to rest your hands on the papers in your lap in what felt like semi-defeat. “God...I just―I can’t let them down with this.”

He’d watched you long enough―listened to you enough―to know how important doing well in your studies were. The past week had been just as much hell for him as it had for you. Sure he wasn’t working himself to the bone with this assignment like you were, but he was getting second hand stress from it.

Seeing you so worn out, but still refusing to let up pained him to no end. Just as you had developed an irreplaceable attachment to him, he’d grown to be so excruciatingly devoted to making sure he was there when you returned to him every night. At the beginning he didn’t care all that much about the prospect of eventually having to part ways with you, but things had changed since then. He had changed, but you stayed the same. Too overworked and performing for the pride of others.

His voice cut through your concentration like a sharpened knife. “You don’t need them.”

You lifted your head to look at him for the first time in hours. The look he gave you was as serious as ever―if not more so than usual. Your mind practically drew blank at his abrupt suggestion. “Um―I’m not quite sure I follow…”

He squared his toned shoulders, looking at you with intent. “Clearly they’re not doing any good for you. Stay here with me―you won’t have to worry about them taking advantage of you anymore.”

In a feeling of awkwardness and disbelief at his words, you laughed a bit in admission. “I can’t just drop out of school ‘Toshi. And even if I could I’d still have to go home first and then I certainly wouldn’t be coming back. It’s a funny idea―really, but the school would never just let me stay behind.”

You went back to trying to focus on your brainstorming, having perceived that the topic was concluded.

“It’s really not that complicated. You enjoy your time here―with me.”

Keeping your gaze focused on the lined paper as you weren’t fully prepared to deal with his piercing stare, you made your rebuttal. “It is complicated. Listen, doing that wouldn’t make any sense―you’re not making any sense.”

He didn’t miss a beat, “It makes complete sense to me. You’re miserable, but here you wouldn’t be.”

“I can’t just give up my life ‘Toshi!”

You didn’t mean to yell at him―really. The stress of the situation, of your deadline, was so much to compute in your brain when it was already running a thousand miles a minute. He just wasn’t helping, not like he usually did. But that didn’t mean you had the right to get mad with him.

The two of you sat there in silence, you hanging your head in regret and shame for likely hurting the man.

Hitoshi was the first to speak up, his voice now calm and gentle in comparison to yours. “Even if you hate it?”

Those few words were enough to send your heart sinking into your chest. He was right―you did hate it. But there was no other alternative. All you could do was try and sway him from the subject.

“Hopefully, I’ll eventually grow to love it.” You gave pause for a moment, “And...even if I don’t, it’s all I have.”

“You’d really prefer that life over the one you’d have here? Where you’d be happy?”

It wasn’t worth discussing―you knew the answer even if you didn’t like admitting it. He needed to know it too, and settle with it. “It’s not realistic, ‘Toshi. Just drop it, okay?”

Much to your thankfulness the merman did as you said. Without another word you went back to your studies, having to reel your mind back in whenever it chose to drift to the disillusioned words of your newfound companion. It was distracting in every sense―making for the already difficult task to be that much harder.

You could tell it bothered him too. The indigo haired man was always fairly moody, especially when he had to wait for you to finish your work. Now however he was downright sulking in the water as his focus absentmindedly drifted to rest upon the rippling waves of the ocean. A few times you stole a glance in his direction, seeing he was uncharacteristically disinterested in your actions. It only made you feel worse―seeing him stew in his own conflict at the hands of your misfortune.

Even when you managed to spare some time for the regular discourse when you finally chose to wrap up your equipment, he was still acting distracted. Not rude or anything―just like his mind was in another place.

You could only hope he could move past his troubled thoughts, just as you wished for yourself.

_____

Before you knew it another week had gone by―meaning you only had a few days remaining. The time that went by then was the worst of your trip by far. A haze of self-doubt clouded your mindset for its entirety. Amongst the seemingly unending requirements, you were downright exhausted. Physically, mentally―you name it.

You could only spare a rough ten or so minutes at the end of your day for Hitoshi. Neither of you liked it. What you wouldn’t give to just go back to the way things were when you first met him, aside from the near death experience. A time where you weren’t nearly as concerned with completing everything right to the last painstaking detail. It was only a few weeks ago, yet it felt like a lifetime in the past.

He’d even been helping you with the research―despite you desperately insisting that he shouldn’t as technically it could be seen as cheating. Of course, he was very stubborn, meaning you didn’t exactly have the chance to fight him.

It was mostly a matter of him retrieving samples from the ocean for you. Not often did you require them, but when the moment arose he was more than happy to assist you. Finally, you were down to what you hoped was the final time you were required to obtain some ocean relique.

It was bittersweet in a way. You were fairly confident by now that with this you could take your research home to finish, given that you had more than enough groundwork that’d been developed in your time on the island. But it meant that you’d no longer have a reason to come back to the ocean pools, and subsequently back to Hitoshi.

However for now you didn’t have to think about that―you still had even a little work left to do, which was enough to take your mind off of the eventual departure from the island.

Normally you would let the merman take the reins when it came to anything dealing with venturing into the ocean water, but today it would seem he was a little more lenient in the matter.

You were just about to hand off the sample jar when he spoke up.

“Why don’t you come with me this time? It’ll be your last chance to go in the ocean before you leave―It’d be fitting, right?”

Your hand was still extended with the jar in your palm, which you retracted at his unexpected claim. It would likely be the last time you could spare the indulgence. Not only that, but it’d be fair given how much you’d let him do for you―it was only right that you at least worked for the material that would no doubt be essential to finishing your final with good marks.

With your lips upturning into an understanding smile, you stood back up from your crouched position in front of him. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt. I’m just surprised you’re finally letting me do this―given how you’ve been against the idea for so long.” The playfulness in your tone didn’t go unnoticed as you spoke, Hitoshi’s face lighting up a bit in seeing your good mood. Lately it’s been everything but that, the reality of your situation being mutually paining.

Making your way across the lightly dampened rocks, you fished through your backpack for another belt bag. You were forced to purchase one at the island's diving gear shop, burning through a substantial amount of your funds for the trip.

The merman observed your actions with an inquisitive look, speaking up as you were still rifling through the contents. “I can carry your equipment for you. Just bring the jar.”

You looked over at his awaiting form. It wasn’t much, but since the disagreement the two of you had just barely a week prior, his behaviour never quite went back to normal.

Although, his form of normal was everything but the sort―understandably so. Your lives were so contrastingly different, it only made sense that he was a little more...odd. It never stood out that much, but still―always just enough where it was noticeable. And since he stated the obvious about your detestment for your life back home, things didn’t simply return to how it’d once been.

Whether he knew you picked up on it was beyond you―in fact, you weren’t even sure if he knew he was acting differently himself. Either way, things were just off between the two of you. Even though the feeling was subtle, it persistently kept you just a little uneasy.

He’d always had an air of mystery to his aura―you assumed it just came with his predicament. Only now it served to put you on edge. Never so much where you’d not want to talk to him though. Nothing could stop you from wanting that.

If anything, you were concerned for him. You didn’t like the thought that he might be dreading you having to leave just as much as you were.

As you pulled your hands from your bag and regarded him waiting in the water, a small part of you picked up on a certain edge to his demeanour. You couldn’t quite place where it came from, or what it meant, but it was there nonetheless.

It was easy to disregard though, and you stripped down to your swimsuit to join him at the edge of the water. With a gentle hand he helped you into the ocean, waiting for you to get adjusted to the cold temperature slightly before leading you away from the shoreline. You kept the sample jar in your right, your other still in his hand as you worked on balancing yourself in the shallow water.

A shiver ran up and down your spine, causing you to instinctively curl into yourself, pausing your advance for a moment.

You heard Hitoshi give a small chuckle at your unaccustomed behaviour, somehow still retaining a certain sternness. “Don’t get cold feet now. You’ll be fine, I promise.”

In an attempt to force yourself to loosen up, you breathed out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. Let’s keep going.”

When you reached a depth where you could no longer keep your feet on the ocean floor, the merman took the sample jar from your hand, releasing you from his own hold. With the intrusion on your awkward swimming methods gone, you carefully began to tread the frigid water.

The sensation brought you back to the evening which put this whole reality in motion. You noted how the ocean water even felt a little chillier, perhaps it was just you being sensitive. After all, last time you were in this position your senses weren’t nearly as perceptive as they should be. If they were you might’ve had half a mind to take the change in the ocean’s patterns more seriously.

Recalling the ordeal still made your blood run cold. You were so sure that the waves in the distance would take longer to reach you. And the ferocity of them―that was something you didn’t see coming.

Now wasn’t a time to hold that same carelessness, taking a moment to look off into the distance, then judging the weather just in case a freak storm came out of nowhere again.

The reef you were searching for was farther from the shoreline than you anticipated. You didn’t like the thought of it, but the merman’s presence made things a little easier. Soon enough you judged that your current position would be an ideal place to start searching.

The water surrounding you was immaculately clear, and even in the dimming light of the sunset, you could still make out the reef beneath you. You knew that it would actually be much deeper than how it looked, but you were fairly confident it still wasn’t that bad.

You regarded Hitoshi as you came to a halt, “Okay...I think right here is a good spot.” For another moment your eyes trained on the ocean below you.

Even in the safety of his presence, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry go through you. It was only instinctual―people don’t just get over a near death experience in a few weeks. It’s what you told yourself in hopes of rationalizing the sensation away. “Can you hand me the sample jar?”

The merman stilled next to you, and your gaze drifted to his immaculately sharp features. Namely, the way his jaw seemed to tighten at your words.

The once nonchalant attitude from his brief previous teasing was gone. A familiar seriousness had replaced it completely. He didn’t make a move to give you the jar, choosing to speak first instead.

“Before we go under, I just wanted to clear something up…”

You continued to tread in one place, a little irritated at the hold up. You’d hear him out though―you owed him that much after all he’d done for you up to this point. “Is something wrong, ‘Toshi?”

He looked a little uncomfortable, averting from your worried gaze for a moment. “I just wanted to know...were you serious―with not wanting to stay with me?”

Out of all the times he could’ve chosen to bring this up, he thought now would be the best?

You gave a small smile out of consolation, also in an attempt to ease some of the observable tensions running through his body. You knew he hadn’t moved past it, and it didn’t make you feel any better about having to leave him. “I can’t just abandon everything I know. I would love to stay―to spend more time with you. It’s just not possible.” You tried letting him down gently. The last time you rejected him didn’t go well for either of you, and you didn’t want to end your relationship on such bad terms.

The merman shook his head slightly as he spoke, “I don’t understand, you’d be happier with me. Would you just―please, (y/n). I need you to rethink this.” The strain in his voice made your heart sink. You’d never seen someone so severely distressed for you in your life.

For a moment it made you think that maybe it was coming from something more selfish. He said it himself that he never really got to interact with other humans. It’s not an idea you ever thought about before, especially because he simply didn’t seem like that kind of person, but maybe his attachment wasn’t coming from the same place as yours. You liked him because he treated you with compassion and understanding. Frankly, you still didn’t know why he stuck around.

When it came down to it, the reasonings didn’t matter. There was no stopping your school from forcing you back onto a plane home. With a soft look in your eyes, you replied. “You know I wish I could stay with you. I just can’t―there’s no way the university would let me stay anyways, ‘Toshi.”

There was a long bout of silence that fell between the two of you. It was clear just how conflicted he was, and on a certain level, so were you. The only difference was that you’d come to terms with it long ago. Now he needed to do the same.

Just slightly, he straightened up in the water. He had a solemn but resigned look to his face. “Then...I believe you. But, I’m sorry for this.”

Your face contorted a bit in confusion at his vague words. Was he apologizing for giving you a hard time?

“What’s there to be sorry about―”

In a split second, a wave of a vastly unfamiliar sensation washed over you. It felt stifling―muffling your senses. Almost like being underwater.

You visioned fared even more poorly. Against your will your eyes focused past the merman in front of you, settling on the distantly dimming horizon. The synapses in your body felt as if they were malfunctioning to the extreme. You couldn’t move, much less voice your now immediately distressed concerns.

What you could do however was just barely register the sensation of hands coming to grip your hips. It wasn’t a bad feeling, your mind able to make the connection that you stopped moving―meaning whatever was happening was keeping you from sinking.

Dread still clamped down on your heart, panicked and unsure of what would happen next. There was movement―eyes not entirely out of commission. Something indigo, shimmery and blurred beyond recognition.

And then there was pain.

Burning hot and sharp as a knife, breaking through the soft and delicate skin of your neck. Involuntary tears pricked in your eyes, threatening to spill―doing so a mere second later. The ocean water wasn’t the culprit for the wetness on your face anymore. A mix of fear and physical agony were at fault.

The scorching sensation didn’t dissipate―it merely faded into the background. Alongside of it a dark and looming haze took up residence. There was a disconnect in your mind―or rather there were many. No one thought could coherently form anymore, just a muddled cluster of why’s and what’s.

Time was too much of a complicated concept to be able to grasp. Seconds could have gone by―minutes even. The only thing you understood was how tired you felt.

The pain should be keeping you conscious, but even that wasn’t enough to fight off the building weight forming in your mind. Like waves pulling you under, you grew more and more drowsy.

And just like when you were drowning, there was nothing stopping the ways of nature from keeping you under. Only now what subdued you was everything but natural.

It was just as powerful though, and it had sunk its teeth into your consciousness, drawing out every last bit of energy from your body.

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Your memory hadn’t failed you, bringing with it all your past obtained knowledge of the island. But where you were was no longer the island.

It was a cave. Damp and dark, illuminated by a flickering oil lamp nestled in a corner.

Hitoshi’s home.

There were differences though. Namely, the cushions smelling of the salty ocean water embedded in its fabric underneath you. Not uncomfortable by no means, but it wasn’t there last time you were in the cavern.

The merman wasn’t there when you woke up last time either―but he was now.

Your head felt like it was spinning as you weakly sat up from your laid out position. Like when you first came to, a hospitable blanket was thrown over your body. You were completely dried―not even your swimsuit retaining any moisture.

Dread filled eyes landed on Hitsoshi’s form, steadily keeping afloat in the middle of the cave’s pool. The pool that led to the only exit from his home.

Your voice was hoarse and raised in concern when you spoke, dry as you hadn’t used it for who knows how long. “...What’s going on, ‘Toshi? W-what happened?”

The merman didn’t even flinch at your words, like he didn’t hear you at all. He simply kept a cold expression plastered across his face. The only significant movement was the way his eyes trailed down your body.

“Before we met, I saw you doing your research at the pools.” His deep voice echoed off the walls of the cave, as always sending a brief shock to your system from its powerfulness. Always unexpected, and always startling.

He continued after a short pause, “Even from a distance, I could tell―you looked so...empty. Tired, and I couldn’t figure out why.”

Suddenly you were alarmingly aware of your situation with his words. If he was there, you never noticed him. But that was only to be expected―with how trained your focus always was on your work, there was never any room to take a detailed surveillance of your surroundings. Or to pick up on watchful eyes from the distant waters.

Any words you could form at the moment got caught in your throat. The influence of whatever once laced your body was gone―it was fear that kept you silent as he continued.

“After I saved you that evening, you changed. It wasn’t much at first but I could tell. And after what you told me―about all the things other humans had done to you―I knew that you needed me. I’ll treat you better than them.”

Finally your widened eyed gaze met his as he managed to regard your dread filled stare.

You forced out the only defence that came to mind―if it could even be called that. “You...you think this is treating me better? Hitoshi...what happened? I don’t―I can’t remember anything since getting into the water with you.”

By now you were shaking, both from the colder temperature of the cave and your severely strung out nerves. Despite the former you threw the blanket off your body, growing increasingly disturbed with the reality of your predicament.

He winced slightly at the movement. “It’s not ideal, I know. But you weren’t listening to me.” You only felt more uneasy with his every word, an unpleasant rush of emotions enveloping your body. “You would’ve left me if I didn’t do anything.”

From the first and only time you ever raised your voice at the merman, or even regarded him with anything less than the gentle compassion he gave you, you swore never to behave in such a way again. That notion was beyond you now.

He was blaming you for what happened.

“W-what...so this is my fault?!” Without you even realizing it the disquiet that was practically suffocating had tears slipping down your cheeks.

Hitoshi moved forward towards you, at the edge of the cave structure where the ocean water met the dry rocks, a look of worry contorting his face. You scrambled back from your position, fear having set in your very being for the inhuman creature before you.

His eyes followed your frantic retreat, but he couldn’t draw any closer, being stopped at the raised rocky expanse of the cave floor. He too was growing upset, just not for the same reasons. “It could never be your fault. What those humans did to you was beyond your control. But I wasn’t just going to let you go back to them. They’ll never stop and you know that.”

“I’m not any better off here!” Your voice bounced off the stone walls, the aggression of it even catching you off guard.

You hear a deep sigh escape his chest, looking contemplative before answering. “It can be better if you let it. If it’s the location you don’t like I can search for a new home―find something bigger. And you won’t always be in here, just until I know I can trust you.”

At this point you were openly sobbing, too overwhelmed on every sensory level. Your brain was having trouble computing the step by step thought process that led him to this decision, only making your distress more unbearable. “It’s not about that! I can’t just―y-you can’t make these kinds of decisions for me.”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, him seeming pained at your disheveled and shaking form.

He gave you a solemn look, “I’m sorry for upsetting you, but I promise you’ll be happier here.”

You couldn’t give him an answer to that―not after the countless times you told him the exact same thing. You might be happy, but what’s to say about those you’re leaving in your wake? At a loss for words, you let hot tears flow and your thoughts bombard you in every way possible. The cave might be quiet, but the pounding of your heartbeat reverberating in your ears was a practically blaring noise that only you could hear.

Hitoshi looked defeated in a way, his once firm composure falling into slumped shoulders, head turning to glance at the exit behind him. He pushed off the rocks, speaking through the motion. “I’ll give you some time to collect your thoughts―try and see things my way.” The merman was nearing the back of the pool, “You need food, I’ll have to go hunting but I’ll be back soon...Don’t try to leave.”

His words were slow spoken, as if he wanted to make sure you could comprehend them amongst the racing pace of your brain overworking itself. You could comprehend it just fine―and the prospect only scared you. “W-wait! We’re not done talking, don’t―”

The deep indigo tufts of hair, once semi-dried, dipped below the surface of the water. You rushed to the pool’s edge, catching a glimpse of the glistening tail that matched in colour as it disappeared into the depths.

“Don’t leave me here alone.”

#yandere bnha #yandere shinsou hitoshi #yandere shinsou #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere x you #yanderecore #yandere #merman

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Bloodstone | Part 5

Summary: You knew all about the ring your grandmother had told you about and yet when the stone fell from it one fateful day, you weren’t truly prepared for its return, nor who it came back with.

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

Genre: fantasy / romance

Warnings: none

Index: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

“I don’t want to go,” Yoongi mentioned softly later in the day, a stack of books secured under his arm to take back to the store with him for further study. Your best friend glanced at Namjoon still brooding over the discovered journal and then sighed. “But I really need to go see if I can decipher more about these books so I can help further.”

“Go, I’ll be fine.”

“You ring me if anything goes awry.”

It was your turn to look in Namjoon’s direction, the divinity feeling your stare and turning to smile at you. Yoongi watched you both and sighed again. “You’ll be fine, I guess.”

“Of course. And thank you for bringing some spare clothes with you. I’m sure Namjoon will appreciate something else to change into later.”

“Yeah, right. I mean, best friend duty and all.” Rearranging the books, Yoongi leaned in to brush his lips over your forehead before departing out the front door.

Rocking on your heels and clapping your hands together, you returned to Namjoon’s side. “I think as much as we want to understand everything that’s going on between us and the past bloodstone love story, we should call it a day.”

“Call it a day? Will that end the sun?” Namjoon wondered innocently and you bit at your lip to suppress a giggle.

You still weren’t used to how strange he was.

“It’s a saying. It means to stop working on the task before you and relax. Actually, we should cook something for dinner. You could help me?”

Namjoon was up immediately, the journal now discarded. The one thing you had learned after lunch was that he could eat. He practically led the way to your kitchen area and stood there peering at the empty takeout containers you left on the bench from earlier.

Shaking your head at his eagerness, you turned to pantry and then grew embarrassed. To you, not having a lot of variety in food didn’t matter too much. You weren’t the most proficient in the kitchen but you got by – mostly with the help of pre-made meals. And you were in dire need of a grocery store trip as it was. Laughing awkwardly, you grabbed out two packets of ramen and held them up at Namjoon.

He inspected the bright packaging carefully. “How do we get the food out of them?”

“That’s easy, we open it.” Ripping the seam on the back apart, you then reached into another cupboard for a pot. Namjoon watched as you filled it with water and then turned to your stove top. You gestured for him to back up a little. “I need to ignite the element by pressing this button and that will boil the water.”

“You don’t need to build a fire first?” he asked, bending down to look for signs of an archaic way of cooking for this modern city life. You grinned when he gasped at the flame lapping up the underneath of the pot on the stovetop immediately. “You said you’re not magical but what just happened?!”

“Science,” you simply answered, and pointed to the dry noodle stacks. “When the water is ready, we’ll add all the ingredients.”

It wasn’t much of a meal when it was done, yet Namjoon looked at you as if you were a chef in a Michelin level restaurant. You knew it was down to easiness of your appliances but you couldn’t help but feel proud for some reason.

And after his first mouthful, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “This is flavoursome!”

“It’s basic food here. I admit it’s not much of a filling meal. But it will get us by until we go to the grocery store tomorrow.”

“We’re going where tomorrow?”

“A marketplace,” you attempted and Namjoon hummed in understanding.

You watched him enthusiastically eat another mouthful before joining in, sharing your first meal alone with your strange new roommate.

After dinner, you continued to amaze him with turning on the devices that had remained off throughout the day. You sat down and showed him what a television was, checked your emails on your laptop and then introduced him to the shower.

“The water stays very warm in this magical abode, Y/N,” Namjoon proclaimed after returning from the bathroom, now dressed in some of Yoongi’s pyjamas.

You giggled when you realised he had put the shirt on backwards. “I think you have a bit of a predicament with your top. The buttons go to the front, not the back.”

“Really? I thought it was rather peculiar. The texture and the fact that there’s only three buttons,” he murmured, yanking it off in front of you without much regard.

You felt all the air expel from within you as your eyes fixated on his torso. Was gemstone milling such a strenuous job? Perhaps since Namjoon had been looking for firewood under the element that he was used to doing a lot of manual labour to run his household. Whatever it was, his soft, dimpled cheeks had fooled you away from his muscular build underneath his clothes.

You chewed on your lip in a daze.

“Y/N? Do I have it on the right way now?” he asked, waving a hand in front of your glassed over eyes, snapping you out of your reverie. Fumbling with coherency, you nodded repeatedly.

“Yep, all good!” you hastily commented, smiling brightly. “I’ll uh, just go and get you a blanket to set up on the couch and then we’re good for bed, okay?”

“Thank you for your hospitality.”

“It’s not a problem!” you shouted as you darted down the hallway, taking some time to gather your clarity. And once you had assured Namjoon was set for bed, you switched out the lights, headed down to your bedroom and slipped under the covers.

Except, you couldn’t sleep.

Rolling over in your bed, you groaned in annoyance. Of course, it would make sense that you were unable to drift off, given the intense experience today had offered.

However, you knew it wasn’t that.

Was the bloodstone at work here? You had struggled to sleep without the stone last night as well, given it was the first time in many years without it. And whilst Namjoon was only in the living room, the stone felt too far away, chilling you down to your bones.

“Seriously,” you mumbled out loud, shaking your head. “This is such a weird reaction.”

Getting up, you shifted down to the main area of your house as quietly as you could. You could see the glow from the doorway and smiled with relief.

It called you closer.

With the lights out, Namjoon felt an immense wave of concern. Just what could be done within this situation you and he had? He had barely been gone a day and this fantastical world amazed and equally frightened him. There was the incessant worry of his sister going without him as well.

Had she discovered he was gone by now? Who had she turned to for assistance? He knew Marian was much more practical than he was, and yet, after his father’s death, he had taken it upon himself to protect her as best as he could. Was she lonely now?

It bothered him that with all these pressing thoughts, you still overruled his mind. Little expressions lingered, subtle touches still felt upon his skin. He wanted to know more about you, out of the flashbacks the stone had offered him. Namjoon craved to understand how you felt about everything.

It was overwhelming to be this connected to someone who was once a mere stranger.

The stone is making me feel all this, he reminded himself, rolling over on the couch with some resentment. It irked him to wish that it wasn’t because of some stone that he was at your side right now. It was laughable and impractical and –

“Namjoon?” you quietly called out, making him sit up. You wrung the front of your nightgown within your hands and smiled weakly. “I uh, I can’t sleep.”

“Me either.”

“Too many worries?”

“Too much of you on my mind,” he admitted, which seemed to have an affect on you.

“Oh,” you breathed, nodding once. “I’m bothering you.”

“Somewhat.”

“I’ll go then.”

“No, I mean,” He paused to get up and approach you. “I am bothered. Mostly because the stone holds power over me. I don’t know what my real thoughts are and what comes with being linked to you like this.”

“It makes sense. I have felt that way a lot today too.”

“At least we’re not alone,” he whispered and you nodded in agreement. Reaching out tentatively, you placed your palm on his chest.

His skin tingled.

“I like being close to the stone,” you murmured, fixated on his chest. “It’s familiar.”

“I’m not,” he cautioned and you nodded again. “Does that bother you?”

“Maybe a little but I wonder how long it will take until you become too familiar to me?”

It was a good question, one in which Namjoon wanted an answer to as well. The stone suspended between you gave no concrete solution and you both sighed at the same time.

“Do you mind if I ask you to sleep in my room?”

“Would it help you?” Namjoon hesitantly asked, finding it more difficult to breathe after the proposal.

You, however, grew hopeful. “Very much so.”

“I’ll sleep on the floor beside you,” Namjoon offered, returning to the couch for his bedding and carried it down to your personal chambers. After a bit of fussing from you both over the setup, you eventually climbed back into your bed, rolling onto your side and dangled your arm down to where Namjoon laid.

He took your hand and it wasn’t long until your even breathing signalled you had comfortably fallen asleep.

However, his mind was plagued with how this would all play out.

You had no idea Yoongi was in love with you, and Namjoon didn’t want to believe he could fall for you as well.

Not yet, anyway.

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feistypaants-archived · 5 years ago

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Between The Pipes [Chapter 32]

Rating: M Words: 2650 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When a new owner takes over the Arendelle Ice Breakers, Kristoff isn’t sure about his future with the team. That is, until a PR nightmare throws the newest member of the media team, who also just so happens to be the daughter of the new owner, right into his arms. Kristoff and Anna can’t even stand the interviews they have to do together… how on earth are they going to fix this mess? Hockey!AU.

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Where To Read: [AO3]

Notes: I think you've all waited long enough for this chapter, and I'm so, so grateful to all of u for sticking around through all the nonsense.

We're almost to the end here, lads. Thank u for coming along this journey with me :')

Enjoy!

It had been two days and no other symptoms had arisen, so Kristoff felt pretty safe to start doing some light activities. He set a silent alarm, got up at the crack of dawn, did his best not to wake Anna, and then headed out for a short, slow walk around the neighborhood. The brisk air was doing wonders for him, and he felt a sigh of relief wash over his whole body as he took in a deep breath.

He was so, so grateful for Anna, but she had become just a little bit on the side of unbearable over the last few days. At first it had been cute - a little tease and a little game. If the list said no, she said no. He’d pout and she’d kiss him and he’d let her win the disagreement, then she’d kiss him again and say thank you and he’d let it go. But then he told her he had been feeling a lot better - his headache was easing, there was no more dizziness, and he was able to stay awake for much longer intervals. But she was still insistent.

The thing was, he’s had worse injuries than this, and he always worked through them alone. It wasn’t that he didn’t like having this wonderful woman doting on him, but he felt… guilty. There was no need for it, he was fine, and Anna had her own things to worry about. There wasn’t any reason she should be focusing so much of her attention on him.

He had even tried yesterday, to ask how she was feeling - what she wanted to do, if she wanted to talk about it. But she had shut him down saying there would be time to talk about it later, really, and he should just worry about getting better. Kristoff dropped it because he wasn’t sure if it might lead to an argument, but she seemed relieved so he supposed he had made the right choice.

After about an hour, the sun was fully risen and his neighbors were starting to emerge, so Kristoff figured it was just about time to make his way back home. He hadn’t taken two steps through the doorway before he heard her feet running on the wood floor. “Hey ba-- Anna?”

She had tears in her eyes and her hands were on his face and she was frantic as she scanned her eyes up and down his body.

“Anna, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I… I didn’t know where you were.” She swallowed and locked her eyes onto him, panic evident. “I woke up and you were gone I… I was so worried. Are you okay?”

He felt his hackles raise. This was bordering on ridiculous. “Come on, I just went for a walk.” He grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands to rest between them. “You’ve got to calm down. I’m not going to die.”

Her brows furrowed as she looked at anything but him and he felt a small hint of guilt seep into his irritation. “I…” she pulled her hands from his grip and crossed them across her chest. “I know, I… I just…” More tears welled up in her eyes as she tried her best to subtly wipe at them. “You were so motionless. You didn’t move. I thought… I didn’t know…”

Ah, fuck.

Immediately moving forward, Kristoff pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m sorry.” He knew how it looked, how it felt, to watch someone you cared about get hurt like that. He should have known she had some reason to react the way she had been. He should have been more aware. He sighed with relief when her arms tightened around his waist. “I’m sorry, baby.”

Over breakfast that morning, after they had talked through her worries a little more, Kristoff simply grinned and said “you know, they recommend light exercise. Nothing strenuous, but as long as it isn’t making things worse, doctors think it helps concussion recovery.” Her eyes narrowed and he shrugged. “You should come with me. Then you’ll know I’m good.”

Anna had twisted her lips to the side as if to stop from smiling, and nodded. “I’d like that.” Then, after a moment of hesitation, “you’re okay with me coming along? I know… I know I’ve been a lot… I’d understand if you wanted some time alone.”

Kristoff felt something in his chest, felt an absolute warmth spread through his veins as he realized that, fuck, he never wanted alone time. Not anymore. Not from Anna. Everything was better by miles when she was with him.

“No, Anna. I always want you around.”

Her eyelashes fluttered as her cheeks darkened and a soft smile pulled at the corners of her mouth. “... Okay.”

It hit him then, as she popped a forkful of pancake between her lips, still smiling up at him with a new glimmer in her eye, that he was ready. He was so fucking ready because any more time spent with Anna not knowing how much he loved her was time wasted.

But he needed it to be perfect. He needed the day, just the rest of the day, to figure out what he wanted to say. Then he’d tell her tonight over dinner and…

He just hoped she’d say it back.

—

Kristoff had been feeling a little run-down so he had settled in for a quick nap after their late lunch. He knew the both of them and knew very well that they wouldn’t actually go to bed until after midnight, so he figured a short little power nap at three wouldn’t hinder his ability to sleep tonight too badly. But he couldn't sleep anyway. His mind was going too quick and it was too frazzled to even attempt to settle down.

Maybe the focus and stress weren’t exactly good for him, but he could only imagine how much better he’d feel once she knew. He had been hiding it for months, locking it away somewhere he only knew, and it was about time he let her in on the not-so-little secret.

The problem was, how on earth was he supposed to tell her?

He couldn’t be casual about it, not now. The three little words were so important to both of them, and he knew he couldn’t just drop a nonchalant I love you. It wouldn’t be enough.

No, he had to tell her how much she changed his life. How much he admired her. How much she truly meant to him. And he had to do it in a way that didn’t make him sound so fucking stupid.

Kristoff dragged a pillow over his face and groaned. He had never been the best with words, not even when it really mattered, and he hated how much he knew he was going to fuck this up. How hard was it to formulate a coherent sentence letting someone know how truly special they were? How hard was it to just fucking tell a girl you loved her?

He could say, Anna, I know we’ve been dancing this line for months, but I need you to know that I love you.

No.

He could try, Baby, you’ve changed my life, and I’ve loved every minute of our time together.

Fucking no!

Anna, you’re the most beautiful, brilliant, amazing woman that has ever graced this earth.

Too much.

Anna, you’re the most spectacular person I know.

Better

I can’t imagine my life without you.

Close.

I’m in love with you.

Simple.

Good.

Throwing the pillow to the floor, Kristoff stretched just a little before he got out of the bed. He had a couple more hours to really nail it down, and he knew, deep down, that it didn’t matter what he said… It was the heart behind it that mattered most. With a sigh, he stepped back out into the hallway and padded down to the living room as quietly as possible. He was honestly surprised that he didn’t hear the television on. He was surprised that he didn’t hear much of anything, actually. Anna usually hated silence.

He peered around the corner, not wanting to risk waking her if she had fallen asleep, and was almost hurt by what he saw in front of him. She was sitting on his laptop at the table, red eyed and puffy cheeked, tearstained and sniffling as she scrolled downwards, wiping an irritated fist at her face. “Seriously?” she let out a heavy breath and rolled her neck back, jumping when she saw him.

“Oh, hi!” Her demeanor changed instantly. “You feel all right? How was the nap?”

“Anna.”

She pushed the chair out and turned her back to him as she wiped at her face. “Want some tea? I was just about to make some.”

“Anna.”

She darted into the kitchen, ignoring him completely. “Two sugar? Any milk? I like mine sweet but I know you’re not a sweets guy I just can’t remember if you want milk…”

Kristoff stepped forward and came up behind her in the kitchen, bracing one arm on either side of her petite frame. He was almost grateful she had stopped talking. He hated when she got avoidant and would do anything for her to just talk to him about what was going on. He leaned down just enough to rest his chin on her shoulder and press his cheek against hers. “Baby,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around her as she settled back into his embrace. “What’s going on?”

“I…” He closed his eyes when her fingers started scratching lightly against his forearms. “I’m worried that I won’t find a job, and if I can’t find a job, then I can’t afford my apartment, and if I can’t afford my apartment, then I have to move back home. And If I have to move back there, then my father was just right about me and about everything and then I’ll be far away from here and what if you only like me because I’m just here and if I leave what if everything changes and I lose all of you and --”

A hiccupping sob cut her off.

“Ah, jeez, Anna…” He started walking them towards the couch, smiling at her small laugh as he rocked her whole body back and forth as they walked. “All right, let’s…” They sat together, her immediately drawing her legs up to lay over his lap as she pressed her forehead into his neck. “Let’s talk this out.”

“Okay…”

Kristoff began tracing his fingers up and down her bare leg, every so often squeezing gently at her skin. “So… job.”

Anna sniffled.

“You didn’t really wanna do the whole television personality thing, right?”

She nodded.

“You’ve got a degree in… Graphic design, yeah?”

She nodded again, laughing. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“Well,” he pressed a soft kiss against her hairline. “Things about you are hard to forget.” He smiled when she laughed, grateful for the positive reaction. “Right so… Is that something you wanted to do?”

She nodded. “I always thought I’d enjoy doing marketing and stuff like that. Or… like, concept work. I don’t know.”

“All right, well, why don’t you take some time then? Figure it out? You…” His arm wrapped around her back squeezed a little tighter. “You deserve to take time to figure out what you want, you know that right?”

A moment of silence and a nod.

“But… money… and my apartment…”

Kristoff shrugged, words tumbling from his lips before he even knew what he was saying. “I mean, I’ve got a spare room. You can just move in here for a bit if you want to. You…” Then it hit him, and he felt his whole face scrunch up. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

Anna was sitting up, her brows raised as she looked over his face, but he immediately turned his eyes to stare at the carpet. Fuck he was so fucking stupid.

“That… Do you mean that?”

He felt his cheeks grow hotter. “I mean. Yeah. If you want. And like, I’ve got the spare room so you’d have your own space. And you’re here most nights anyway?” Oh stop talking you idiot. “It’s, I mean, obviously,” a laugh, “up to you? But yeah I mean, it wouldn’t… put me out or anything and it would give you some flexibility? And… I don’t know. I just… yeah.”

Kristoff risked one glance up at her from the corner of his eye and felt like he was going to have a heart attack. He couldn’t read her, couldn’t even come close to figuring out what she was thinking.

“Can you say something now?”

Her palm was on his cheek and she was turning him gently to face her. “I’m…” She swallowed and let out a wet laugh before she smiled. “I’m going to say something and… And you don’t have to say it back, okay?”

Wait. Hang on. He was supposed to do this first. He wanted to be the first to say it, wanted to fucking say it before he asked her to fucking move in and shit, he was the worst at this.

He nodded anyway.

“I… am so in love with you… and I… shit.”

Kristoff let out a heavy sigh as he smiled. God, that was genuinely the most amazing thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He wanted to hear it over and over and fucking over again.

“I want to be with you all --”

“Wait.” He clapped his hand over her mouth before immediately removing it and apologizing at her shocked eyes. “Sorry. Okay, wait. I’ve… I messed this up.”

Her smile faltered just slightly. “... Do you not want me to move in? Because… that’s okay.”

“Oh, jesus, god, no.” He was shaking his head rapidly before realizing how dumb that was and that his headache had just slightly worsened from the movement. “No, I want that so much.”

Anna nodded, her eyes growing a little worried. “Okay. So…”

“I’ve… literally been trying to figure out how to tell you the same thing all day.” He pushed his hair out of his face and turned to look at her, the blush on her cheeks glowing under her freckles.

“... What?”

“You beat me to it. And I went out of order.” His hand lifted to scratch at the back of his neck. “I probably should have told you I loved you before I asked you to move in -- wait, god damn it.” He’d never get this right, would he?

“You love me?” That sparkle in her eyes was breathtaking.

“Fuck, wait. Of course I do. But I… was planning this whole… speech. Hang on.” He shifted them then, lifting one leg onto the couch so he could properly face her, and took both of her hands into his. “You’re… You’re genuinely the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met. Anna, you’re kind, and beautiful, and brave, and funny, and you… Well you put up with me which makes you patient as hell. And I… I never, ever thought I’d ever find this. But… it’s you. It’s only you. You’re perfect, and I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m… I’m not scared anymore, Anna. I am so, so in love with you I almost can’t bear it.”

He decided he had to be okay with how it happened. He wasn’t ever going to be perfect, but he knew he’d never meant anything more in his life.

And then her whole face contorted, and large tears started falling from her eyes, and fuck, he did it wrong, because now she was crying and sobbing and “Anna baby, Anna… What did I do wrong?”

She practically leapt off the couch, into his arms, and pressed her nose into his neck. “Nothing, god, you’re… you’re perfect. I love you so much.”

Fuck, he’d never get tired of that.

#btpfic #feistypantswrites

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heyheydidjaknow · 4 years ago

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Alright, so I'm not actually finished with this, but I'm half asleep and that makes it difficult to write or edit properly. I owe you a chapter, though, so until I can write coherently, here ya go. Not even gonna tag this yet.

Chapter 14

“I trust you won’t be creepy.”

“I’m thankful.” Yoshi runs his thumb along the rim of his cup slowly. “You have little faith in me, as I understand it.”

You try not to be disrespectful. “Well, things in your life could’ve gone better, right?”

He seems to consider this for a moment. “I suppose so.” He takes a slow drink. “Mistakes from my youth have led to many hardships. Still, though the road has been a long and strenuous one, I would not want to change my past.”

Your untouched drink is cradled in your hands. “You don’t regret anything?”

“It is a foolish and maddening thing, longing for a life unobtainable to you.” He closes his eyes, your own scanning the walls for the photograph you know is in some nook or cranny. “Besides, if things hadn’t happened the way they did, I wouldn’t have my sons.”

You can understand, intellectually, he does not mean to be—and likely is not— as arrogant as you perceive him. Still, something about the way he sits, the way he speaks, even how he looks at you now makes you feel painfully inferior, as if you reacting the way you are makes you somehow beneath him in more than a literal sense.

You decide against arguing the point, eyes flickering from the shrine back to the man in front of you. “I guess that’s true.” You know you are not going to drink any of what he has offered until you have to. “And you’ve always thought like that?”

He nods. “It was what I was taught.”

Nodding, you look back down at your cup, a deafening stillness settling between you two. ‘He convinces me to come here,’ you grumble silently, ‘and all I get for it is a lecture and an awkward silence.’ You look back up at him, setting the clay vessel on the ground and pulling your knees to your chest. ‘I could be doing something else, like fixing my shirt or something.’

“Speaking of them,” he continues, “Donatello tells me you have been experiencing night terrors.”

‘Snitch. Did he tell me he told him?’ “You don’t?”

His eyebrows rise. “Sorry?”

“We have the same trauma,” you explain simply. “Both our families died in fires we caused. Think that counts.”

He does not even flinch. “I’ve never thought of it that way.” He smiles softly. You want to punch him in the face. “I suppose so, yes.”

“You seem pretty calm about it.”

He chuckles at your expression. “I’ve had fifteen years to come to terms with my loss,” he takes another drink. “And,” he jokes, “I was often simply too exhausted to have nightmares back when the wound was fresh; caring for four young boys is tiring, you understand.”

“Right.” You crisscross your legs in front of you. “Yeah, the makes sense.”

“Having said that,” he continues, voice lowering, “I can’t imagine going through what I did at your age.” He sighs. “If something like that happened to one of my boys at this age, I can’t honestly say how they would cope.”

‘Poorly. I’d guess they’d cope poorly.’

“I understand that you and I have differences in ideals and morals.”

“You could say that.” Your mouth stretches into a wry smile. “I honestly only started hangin’ with and helpin’ y’all as a way to make up for my manslaughter. With this exception, I live by the adage, ‘Not my circus, not my monkeys.’”

“As I said,” he covers his mouth to hide his amusement, “we differ in that respect. I take it that’s why, when Donatello explained the situation—” you break eye contact—“he was unable to explain in any sort of detail what they were about.”

“Not his circus not his monkeys. ‘Sides,” you shrug, “he was already being really caring and understanding, and I was already sobbing my eyes out, which I’m sure he already told you, so.”

You stare down at your tea. “Are you going to elaborate?”

“Not if I don’t have to, no.” Your face heats up.

“Do you want my help?”

‘I hate this,’ you squirm. “Honestly, I wouldn’t be here if Donnie hadn’t asked me to.”

“For someone who believes in leaving people to their own devices,” he notes, “you seem to value the requests of my son a great deal.”

Your knees are back up to your chest. “He’s important to me. He’s been there for me. It’s the least I can do.”

He takes a beat to gather his thoughts. You brace yourself for a lecture.

“You care for him, then.”

You nod once, treading carefully.

“Romantically?”

You still do not look at him directly, staring instead at the gorgeous screen door. “I dunno.” Your fingernails scratch at the surface. “I’m not exactly in my right mind, you understand.”

“I can’t say I do.” A pause as he takes another drink. “Then again, I’ve only felt for one woman all my life.”

“Look at that,” you try to joke. “Another difference between us.”

“Do you mind letting me in, then?”

“A little,” you admit, “but I will since there isn’t really a point to being here if I don’t.”

“That’s the spirit.” You can hear his smile.

You set the cup down again, glancing up at him before fiddling with the laces on your shoe. “People under stress and without anywhere else to turn tend to latch onto the first people they relate to,” you explain, practicing your knot tying with fumbling fingers; there is no harm in practicing your dexterity. “He was the first guy I met after I died, got kidnapped, and almost got killed by a giant vine creature. I like him,” you clarify quickly, “I really do, but it’s hardly fair to pursue that sort of relationship, especially considering everything going on with the Kraang and Shredder.” Your eyes go out of focus. “We get along great,” you mumble. “He’s sweet, kind, generous, and empathetic. He deserves to make sense of his feelings properly without me muddying things up with my possibly trauma-induced attachment.”

“So,” he clarifies, “it is not that you aren’t in love with him, but, instead, you’re worried for his sake?”

Your face goes scarlet as you choke on your saliva. “T-that’s a bit—uh—extreme, isn’t it?” You rub the back of your burning neck. “I’m not even sixteen, Yoshi. You don’t understand love properly at sixteen!”

“I fell for my wife at thirteen,” he smiles. “It’s certainly not impossible.”

“That’s—look,” you protest, “that is entirely besides the point. The point,” you state, “is that is completely irresponsible for me to pursue a relationship with your son. Frankly, I’m surprised you don’t agree.”

“He cares for you. You know that. Who am I to decide who he does and does not pursue, especially when that person makes him happy?” He reaches for a worn kettle sitting between you two on a table, pouring its contents back into his teacup—you remember Leo telling you that it is technically called a yunomi. “I find love typically does no harm so long as it does not consume you. Moderation is key.”

You look up at him. “So, you don’t have any reservations about it?”

He takes another drink. “I wouldn’t say that. He is my son, after all. In truth,” he admits, “I was more concerned that my sons would never experience what I did than anything. Given the circumstances of our existence, I’m sure you can understand my wish to give them a relatively normal, happy life.”

You sigh. “I guess, yeah.” You adjust your blanket again. ‘Seems counterintuitive, teaching them the art of murder, but I guess that’s his normal.’ “That’s just a general good parenting thing though, right? I’d hope you’d want that even if you weren’t a giant rat and they weren’t anthropomorphic turtles.”

A parent. He is talking to you like one might speak to their kid.

“I suppose so,” he nods. “It’s been difficult, but we’ve certainly come a long way over the years.”

The screeching of tires pierces the still air, the chattering of his four sons bouncing off the concrete walls.

You strain to hear what they are saying. “I never noticed that there was an echo in here. It’s less noticeable than in the tunnel.”

“That’s by design,” he explains. “I’ve made something of an effort to dampen it.”

“Oh, that’s cool.” You set the yunomi on the table. You sigh, holding your breath and downing your now gross, cool tea in three quick gulps. “I hate to cut this short,” you lie, wiping your mouth with your sleeve and tottering to your feet, “but I’ve gotta check to make sure everything went smoothly on their mission and adjust my timetable accordingly.”

He nods, deciding not to point your tell out. “I won’t keep you, then. Would you like to borrow my cane?”

This is not the first time he has offered. You, of course, refuse.

“Oh well. I thought I’d offer.” He sets his cup down, staying seated. “It has been pleasant talking with you, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Mr. Hamato.” You nod once in acknowledgment, hopping over to the door and slipping out into the hallway.

Your stomach churns at the stench coming from the lab—you can smell a suffocating amount of oil. You lean against the wall, making a pointed effort not to eavesdrop and rapping your knuckles against the door. Their voices immediately lower to hisses and someone drags the door open.

“Hey,” Mikey beams. “We were just talking about you. Need somethin’?”

“Just is an over-exaggeration.” There is a considerable amount of protest as Donnie pulls him away from the door with an uncomfortable edge to his voice. “P-please, come in.”

A beaten DIY van sits pathetically on the subway track, not looking dissimilar to a burnt, crushed soda can from where you are standing. The once hot pink graffiti has most certainly seen better days, and you squirm at the thought of the sound it must have made if you understd the situation properly. Raphael, who you glance at out of the corner of your eye, looks similarly beat up. Of course, you are not going to say anything because you value your life.

You whistle, smiling incredulously. “So,” you try not to laugh, “I take it you took on the cucaracha.”

“Made it my bitch is what I did,” boasts Raphael. “Shot it with a laser.”

“Cool, cool.” You chuckle at his excitement. “You take care of the egg?”

Is there a better sight than watching the light in someone’s soul die? You would hesitantly say no. “The what?”

“Right outside the building,” you elaborate. “On the side of the road. Looks like a horrifying imitation of an orbee?’

He takes a slow, deep breath, holds it, exhales. “I’ll be right back,” he says calmly, and sprints out of the lair.

Michelangelo laughs. “Were you being serious or are you messing with him?”

“Serious.” You readjust the blanket, trying to subtly figure out how to breathe without being assaulted by the mechanical smell. “I won’t joke about that sort of thing. It’s cruel.”

He hesitates. “… speaking of, are you alright? I didn’t get to ask before.”

The other two are quietly watching the interaction with an odd amount of intensity.

You shrug. “I guess. Probably.”

“Alright,” he nods. “Just lemme know if you need to talk, alright? Donnie’s no—ow!”

“Don’t talk bad about people in front of them,” Leonardo criticizes. “It’s rude.”

“You called him special, like, four hours ago!”

“The word of the day is hypocrisy.” Donatello puts his hand down.

“Hypocrisy’s right” You rub Mikey’s shell reassuringly. “To be fair, though, Leo could honestly probably just dodge it anyway.”

He leans into it. “I guess,” he grumbles, shooting a look at Donatello. “Favoritism.”

“It’s strategic favoritism,” the tallest brother corrects. “It’s to encourage parti pris.”

“Cronyism,” you tease, grinning. “You mean cronyism.”

“Hey, I’m plenty qualified!”.

You stifle a giggle as his face reddens, looking back over at the battered vehicle, raising an eyebrow.

“That was a team effort.”

“Yeah, okay, Hamato.” You blow a strand out of your face. “How long do you think it’ll take to fix?”

“A week? Maybe a bit less.” He looks back at it ruefully. “The spy roach completely jacked it.”

“Clearly.” You remove your hand, Mikey seemingly thoroughly comforted. “Then mind if I borrow a needle and thread so I can fix my jacket? I have school tomorrow.”

“Do you have the dexterity for that?” Leo crosses his arms across his chest absentmindedly.

“If I can hold a pencil,” you reason, “I can do basic stitching. ‘Sides, it’s only gotta hold until I get home.”

“I didn’t know you sewed.”

“I don’t. That’s why I’m asking now.”

Donatello pipes up again. “I really don’t mind—”

“Dude,” you reason, “you have to fix a whole ass van. I’ll manage.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket. “It’s a quarter to twelve. You won’t finish before midnight.”

“Then sucks to be me.” You shrug. “I’ll fix it here and walk home.”

He looks at you with a surprising amount of incredulousness. “It’s New York City.”

“You go out at night all the time,” you protest.

“I can carry you—”

Immediate panic. “Nah, I’m good!” You try to sound confident. “I walk home all the time, remember?”

“Not at midnight.”

“What’s a couple hours difference?” You would rather get attacked or kidnapped than fly over buildings again.

“A hundred-twenty minutes,” he states. “You know that crime is statistically more likely to happen at night, right?”

“That tracks. What’s different?”

“Violent crime peaks at midnight.”

Mikey butts in. “Why can’t she just go in the blanket? It covers enough.”

Donatello rolls his eyes. “Mikey,” he sighs, “she’s a teenage girl walking around with her torso covered by a single conspicuous quilt. Let’s use our heads here.”

It takes him a minute. “So you’re worried about her getting, like, attacked?”

It is at moments like these where you resent his honesty.

“… were you paying attention to any of the conversation? Or the lesson we just learned?”

“Dude,” he protests, “when do I ever?”

“What, you mean the one where y’all learned to face your fears or the one where talking about people in front of said person is rude?”

The bitter edge to your words is not lost on him. “Look,” he reasons with you, “I-I’m not saying you’re incapable of taking care of yourself—”

“You are, but that’s not the point.”

“Shut up, Mikey.” You are surprised he does not punch him, though, admittedly, you can hardly argue the point. “What I mean is that if you put yourself in harm’s way, you’re going to get hurt.” He nods at Leo. “He’s a really experienced fighter and even he gets overwhelmed if he goes out of his way to do something reckless and dangerous like Karai.” He spits out her name like it is poisonous.

“Since when have you had a thing against Karai?”

The eldest brother sighs. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

“Unimportant, and nope. Point is,” he continues, fingers twitching at his sides, “it doesn’t make sense to tempt fate.”

You open your mouth to argue. You close it again. He has an extremely valid point, all things considered, especially considering everything that has been happening, and although you are completely certain about your stance on him carrying you home, you would be lying if you said the idea of stumbling home without your walker or shirt sounds very appealing.

“Then what exactly are you suggesting?”

He looks off. “I’m suggesting she stays the night, Leo.”

Mikey blinks. “What, in your room or on the couch?”

“It would be up to her.”

That works for you. “Your home. You pick. Where do you keep your sewing supplies?” You slip out of the circle the four of you have formed.

“On top of the bookshelf,” he points. “Behind the cardboard box.”

You nod, hopping over.

Mikey offers his two cents. “It makes more sense for you two to share a room. It’s kinda cold in the front room, and you guys’ll probably end up going to bed at around the same time anyways. She also has your blanket.”

You stand on your toes, fingertips brushing against a plastic container.

“That’s a fair point.” You catch it before it cracks open on the ground. “Training starts pretty early, so she should have time to grab her things before school.”

“See? Foolproof plan.”

“Would Master Splinter approve?”

“Leo,” you call over your shoulder, “he’s slept over at my house twice already. I really doubt he cares.”

“But we don’t know.”

“Then you can go ask him.” You turn around. “Where’s the jacket?”

“In the cardboard box.”

You pull it down, taking your shirt and jacket and sitting down, crossing your bad leg under the one you can use, despite the nausea. ‘Exposure therapy.’

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thefeeblehearts · 5 years ago

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NaLu - Girlfriend?!

Lucy was on her way back to her apartment. Her train had arrived back in Magnolia only a few minutes prior. The young woman had taken a simple job request in Onibus so she could get the last 10,000 J required for her rent. The day was warm. The afternoon heat from the sun made her comfortable in her light sweater even as the cool fall breeze brushed through her hair. Stray wisps of blonde wildly dance around her face and she couldn’t help the smile that was plastered on her face.

The job had gone well, really well. The client had liked her so much that he’d invited her back once a month to help in his small magic shop. The place was small, quaint, and perfect. Instead of catering to the popular demand of household tricks (e.g., the outfit color changer), the owner preferred curating odd magical antiques which he cleaned up and then sold to the passing noble or collector. Lucy had been asked to help identify some of the objects Joshua, the owner, had come across on his last expedition. Between her research skills and his experience, they were able to determine that the carved Stellian fertility goddess was, in fact, an object that had been charmed to curse men with infertility if they harmed the statue’s owner. They had both found the tiny artifact fascinating and nerded out about it for over an hour. Lucy was extremely excited to be invited back.

Now she just needed to keep Natsu away so the place didn’t go up in flames. As she continued down the main market street of Magnolia she hummed feeling delighted. Up ahead, outside of a small diner, Lucy spotted Happy floating in place, white wings fluttering gently as if he were impatiently waiting for someone to exit the diner. Which was probably the case. Natsu was most like stopping for take-out.

As the blonde approach, the door to the shop opened and she caught the fragments of conversation as a pink haired dragon slayer exited carrying three bags of boxed up food.

“Next time bring that girlfriend of yours with, ‘eh?”

“His girlfriend?” Lucy wondered softly. She would have to ask about that. If Natsu had a secret girlfriend, as his best friend she deserved to know who it was.

“Yeah, sure,” Natsu replied as he waved dismissively at the waiter.

“I mean it, kid! She’s the only reason why I still serve your ass!” the waiter yelled at the Fairy Tail mage’s retreating form.

“Hey, Natsu!” Lucy called, gaining the man’s attention as well as her best friend’s.

“Well hey there pretty lady!” the waiter waved to her. “Good to see you’re back to keep this little shit in line!”

Lucy cocked her head to the side. She knew Natsu had crappy manners and eating habits, but he really wasn’t that bad, right? And even if she was with him, Natsu was a force of nature. Nothing besides the threat of Erza could keep the slayer in line. She wondered if Erza was Natsu’s girlfriend. If the waiter was asking for his girlfriend who kept him under control, then who else could it be? She wondered when that had happened. If Erza and Natsu were dating, why hadn’t she noticed? Neither of them were very subtle people.

Lucy smiled brightly anyway and called back, “You know it!” before she turned to face her grumbling friend. She was determined to figure out the girlfriend mystery.

“Hey, Luce! You’re back!” Natsu cheered. “I was just headed to your place.”

“Lusshhhie’s place is the best!”

“Yeah, little buddy! Your bed just ain’t the same when you ain’t in it,” Natsu grinned like a child and Lucy’s temper flared.

“You’ve been sleeping in my bed?” the girl yelled. Her face was now red and her eyes were shining with a unique kind of rage. “Go sleep in your girlfriend’s bed!” Lucy screamed. “What the hell, Natsu!”

Natsu looked at his blue-furred flying cat, eyes showing a concerned kind of confusion. Happy, however, couldn’t stop himself from the giggles that were bubbling up from his tummy and shoved his tiny paws over his mouth to stifle it.

“You’re a weirdo, Luce,” Natsu sighed.

“I’m a weirdo? You’re the one who keeps breaking into my house when I’m not there and sleeping in my bed!” Lucy heaved a breath at the end of her statement having run out of air in her attempt to reach a new pitch of screaming. Maybe the louder she got the more serious he would take her anger?

Natsu rolled his eyes and Happy had tears running down his furry cheeks from the effort of trapping his laughter. The fire mage shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Lucy’s outburst and started to head to her apartment.

Lucy watched him for a moment. She was stunned into a sort of silent awe as he ignored her outrage at his behavior. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After all, this wasn’t anything new. She had known for a while now that Natsu would stay at her place when she left for a solo mission. She wasn’t sure why, though. He had his own house, and (if that man were to be believed) his own girlfriend to torture.

The girlfriend bit was new to her, however. Her curiosity peaked again. Who in their right mind would date Natsu Dragneel? Sure he was a great friend and loyal to his Nakama, but until she’d heard the waiter declare his dating status, Lucy had been sure the man was asexual. His only interest was getting stronger and finding the next big battle to fight. She was somewhat positive her best friend didn’t truly distinguish men as different from women.

Natsu turned the corner onto her street, Happy flying lazily over his head, and Lucy realized that if she wanted a chance to be in her home to relax without the bottomless stomach of her best friend, then she would have to move quickly. Even though her solo job had not been strenuous, Lucy was looking forward to taking a bath in her wonderfully remodeled bathroom. Her Land Lady had recently taken to remodeling the whole complex, which caused a 25,000 J increase in rent each month, but the upgrades were worth it. It made her have to take on more solo jobs, but she couldn’t find anything to complain about. A bigger kitchen, a tub with jets, fresh paint, and new heating and air units. It was amazing.

Lucy was panting when she finally caught up to Natsu, passed him, and run up the stairs to her apartment. She shut the door rather forcefully and locked it. “Why ya lockin’ the door, Luce?” Natsu’s voice came from behind her. He was already inside. Why? How? Lucy’s shoulders slumped as she slowly turned to face the dragon slayer.

“Just tryin’ to keep unwanted guest from barging in,” she mumbled.

Of course, her best friend had no trouble hearing her, his hearing more sensitive than the average bat listening to the quiet chirp of their sonar.

“Unwanted guest? Ya expectin’ company?”

“Aye! Is someone visiting for dinner?” Happy chimed in.

Lucy glared at her friends. Did it not even occur to them that THEY were the unwanted guests? “I was talking about YOU!” she yelled. “Go eat at your own home! Or better yet, go invade your girlfriend’s privacy!” She was stomping up to the duo, preparing to release an epic Lucy-Kick.

Lucy let her foot fly only for it to be caught in Natsu’s hand as he smiled disarmingly at her, “Aw Luce, ya don’t mean that!”

He had lifted her off the ground by her ankle. Her only coherent thought being that she was glad she was not wearing a towel this time. It had been none too embarrassing the last time he’d had her like this after she’d left the bath. When her towel had slipped off… Well. It had been mortifying. Natsu had acted a bit off after the incident, but only for a few hours. He’d looked haunted, which had done absolutely ZERO for her self esteem.

“Put me down, Natsu.”

Happy was rolling on the floor laughing. He paused long enough to say, “Aye Natsu, your arm must be getting tired after holding up all her weight!” Then the blue menace continued to roll around on her new hardwood floors.

The pink haired idiot shrugged and let her fall gracelessly onto the floor. Her head hit first, and then her shoulders and elbows. The rest of her thunking onto the floor loudly causing the neighbor underneath her to knock loudly on the floor, a quiet call for her to stop stomping around.

Lucy moaned in pain. “Oooww, Natsu! I didn’t mean to drop me!” So much for coming home unharmed. Well. She had made it into the apartment at least.

Slowly Lucy sat up and glared at her friend who had moved over to her dining table with his bags of food and was starting to unpack everything. There were at least three entres and four desserts that had been packaged expertly by the wait staff at the dinner he had bought from. They both frequented the place often, but she was still curious about what girlfriend he had been taking there.

“So, Natsu,” Lucy started after she stood from the floor and moved to join her friend at the table, “who's your girlfriend? Do I know her?”

Natsu had moved to the kitchen and was rummaging through her drawers to find silverware. “Huh?” he answered.

“Lucy wants to know if she knows who your giiiiirrrll ffffriend isss!” Happy sang. Natsu looked between Lucy’s oddly eager face and Happy’s red cheeks (the cat was holding his breath in an attempt not to laugh). “Uh, sure Luce, you know her.” The dragon slayer was clearly confused by her questioning. She could tell because he was busy scratching at the back of his head.

“Is she in the guild?”

“Yeah,” Natsu shrugged. He sat at the table and opened the first container of food. A steak medium rare surrounded by mashed potatoes, steamed baby carrots, and green beans lay steaming in the container.

Lucy frowned. Natsu seemed off. If he had a girlfriend, wouldn’t he be a little more happy about it? Wouldn’t he be with her every chance he got?

“Are you gonna tell me who it is or do I gotta guess?” Lucy grumped.

“Yeah Natsu, tell her who your giiiiirlfriend is!” Happy chuckled. The cat had settled himself on the table top, a fish magically appearing in he paws. He started nibbling on the fish as he passed amused glances at his adoptive father figure.

Natsu rolled his eyes. “Ya know who it is Luce.” He sent her a meaningful look. He seemed slightly angry at her line of questioning. And for a second Lucy wondered if maybe they weren’t as closed of friends as she thought. Maybe he hadn’t told her for a reason? The only person who came to mind as a possibility was Mira’s little sister.

Lucy blinked dumbly, “Uh. Lisanna, then? Isn’t she mad about how often you break into my house at night?”

Natsu was chewing his food slowly and looking at the blonde woman like she was being a bit slow. “No, not Lisanna,” he said slowly after he swallowed his bite.

“Uh? Erza?”

Natsu put his fork down and was staring down the celestial mage with an intensity she was unable to identify. He shook his head ‘No’.

Lucy looked over to Happy who was starting to look concerned instead of amused. Did Natsu really not want her to know? Why were they staring her down like she was the enemy in battle? Maybe she should just drop it. She suddenly felt out of place in her own home. The looks the two were giving her made her feel anything but welcome.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” Lucy apologized. “I’m going to get a bath. Clean up when you’re done?”

“Why are you askin’ about my girlfriend, Luce?” Natsu called as she turned to walk away.

“I didn’t know you had one,” she shrugged. “But I guess you didn’t tell me cause it wasn’t my business. I’m sorry for prying into your life, Natsu.”

“Didn’t know?” Happy murmured quietly. “How does she not know?”

Natsu stood abruptly. He glanced down at Happy looking startled. “I thought I was clear when I told her…”

“Lucy’s pretty dumb, so maybe she didn’t understand what you said?” Happy replied.

“I’M NOT DUMB, YOU STUPID CAT!!” Lucy turned and jumped at the blue feline, flailing wildly as he jumped into the air out of her reach, white wings spreading effortlessly.

“Sure you are Luuushie! How else do you not know you’re someone’s girlfriend!” the cat called as he zigged and zagged around the woman’s head.

Her arms stopped moving mid-reach. “Wh..What?” she whispered.

Natsu’s head tilted to the side in astonishment and amusement. “We’re partners, aren’t we?”

“Yeah?” Lucy answered breathlessly. “For years.”

Natsu nodded, looking at her meaningfully.

“But that’s just it, we’re just teammates,” Lucy said. “I mean, it’s not like … Just partners!”

She seemed a little desperate to prove Happy and Natsu wrong. She wasn’t dumb! No one had ever asked her to date them before besides that one guy at the bookstore and Dan Straight. And Natsu had TRICKED her into being partners. The definitely meant they weren’t … Dating. Right?

Natsu’s eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly turned down at her stuttered response. He didn’t know what to say. He thought that his actions were pretty clear. He’d even told her that they’d be together forever. What more needed to be said. Sure he thought it was odd how slow the relationship was moving, but for Luce to be so oblivious to the whole thing… Hurt.

Happy came to the rescue, “You guys have been joined at the hip since you came to Fairy Tail. Natsu had ripped apart the world in order to save you on multiple occasions. He has practically moved in with you. You sleep in the same bed every night… Lushie, how could you not know why?”

Lucy was too stunned to reply. She looked to Natsu’s strangely vulnerable expression to Happy pleading silently at her to understand. “We. You? And I? What?”

The silence between them turned awkward for the first time since they met in Hargeon. Lucy looked at her best friend. Really looked. His handsome features that she had pretended to ignore for so long seemed to stand out mocking her. His jawline that framed his face. The smile that was the equivalent to happiness in its purest state. The strong muscles of his body always tensed and ready for battle...except for the rare occasions when he was relaxed in her bed, asleep. She stepped closer to him. Going around the table so that she could get close enough to touch the man who she had apparently been dating since he had tricked her into being his partner.

His olive green eyes were gazing into her own and she felt guilt for the uncertainty that shown through. Natsu wasn’t really an emotional guy. Generally, he showed variations of joy and anger. Seeing this sadness on his face was unsettling. Was this what he was hiding from everyone the year he left to grieve his father’s death and train? Was he allowing her to seem him this way now because… because why?

She reached up to cup his cheek in her hand and said the only thing she could think of, “I’m sorry, Natsu. I will be better at this from now on, OK?”

His whole body relaxed. He smiled gently as he leaned his forehead down to rest against hers. “Good. I was getting worried that my girlfriend was gonna run away from me for a minute there.”

Lucy couldn’t stop herself from laughing. “We’re partners, right?”

“Aye!” Happy called out.

Natsu merely closed his eyes, content. “Aye,” he whispered.

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willowwastaken · 6 years ago

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Who wants this? No one!

I want it here though, so shhh. I'm writing a thing that's more of a therapy session for me than a coherent storyline.

The Walk

I'd had more than enough of life, more than enough of everything going wrong and was filled to the brim with disappointment. I wanted desperately to escape. I'd thought of taking my own life so many times, but was never quite desperate or brave enough to do it. Life had me trapped in its vice grip and there was no release. I felt out of options.

So, I got out of bed one night, not bothering to dress, leaving the house in my pajamas and feet stuffed into sneakers with no socks, I went to visit the House On the Hill.

No one ever dared climb the hill to visit the old abandoned manor house, not since people had begun to go missing upon investigating its contents. No one had lived there in over a century, and a lot of people said that it was haunted.

I didn't believe in ghosts, but maybe some deluded serial killer awaited me within, who would be willing to put me out of my misery. I could only hope.

The journey up the hill was long and strenuous, it being much steeper than I first thought. Cold air was burning my throat, my lungs screamed at me to stop walking so they could catch breath. I had to stop halfway up and rest.

Looking out over the town I'd left behind below me, lit up like an artificial night sky by street lights and houses that hadn't gone to sleep yet, I felt the nagging pain of regret for wanting so badly to leave. I'd spent most of my life in this place, it was as familiar to me as my own heart beat. But when my heart beat had become irregular due to anxiety, and throbbed with the heavy agony of depression, the town had stayed exactly the same. I was different now, my home had become unfamiliar, like a childhood best friend that moves away and grows away from you. It would never be the same.

I continued the rest of the way up the hill, the house looming over me like an ominous giant. It almost felt like it had come to meet me, as if it knew I wanted nothing more than for it to swallow me whole and to leave nothing behind to be found. The big double doors were made of iron and wood, firmly closed, hiding the house's secrets behind them. I stood before them and examined the knocker - a raven's head holding a thick metal loop in its beak. It was black, yet rusted with age and neglect; a thick spider web was swaying almost hypnotically in the breeze between the raven's beak and the loop it held. Luckily, its resident spider had either moved out or was inside somewhere, hiding from the cold.

I'd heard so many stupid stories and so called legends about this house that I'd dismissed as old wives' tales, made to scare children (this was where the boogyman lived; if you throw rocks at the windows, the rocks will fly right back at you; if kids are bad, they're sent to live here alone). All of them, except one. There was one story that I overheard and old man talking to his friends about in the square one day. They'd been discussing abandoned buildings and complaining how they were eye sores that needed to be torn down or at least refurbished and sold on, so inevitably, the House On the Hill was brought up. This old man suddenly tensed up and shook his head sharply. "Not that house," he said. "That house is alive, I tell ye. If you don't treat it with respect, if you cause it any harm, well... It's not worth even thinking about it".

I can't say I fully believed this concept that an old building was alive, as he said. But somehow, it sounded right. Looking at the house before me, there definitely was something, a feeling, that told me that I wasn't alone. Like it was watching me. Waiting.

"It's rude to go in without knocking" I muttered to myself.

Gripping the knocker delicately between my fingers so as to avoid disturbing the spider web, I knocked three times on the door. The sound of metal meeting wood seemed to hang in the air for ages, like it was formed of unspoken words in a sentence.

I waited, but for what, I was unsure. No one lived here, it wasn't like someone was going to come to the door and invite me inside for a cup of tea. After a minute of silence, feeling my limbs grow weary from fatigue, I gently tried the handle of one of the doors. It turned without protest, and the door opened, allowing me to enter.

Beyond, it was dark. The kind of dark that made you feel like you'd gone completely blind to the world, like you'd been swallowed by nothing. I stood in the doorway, hesitating as to whether I should turn back or go inside. On one hand, I'd come this far up that god forsaken hill, and nothing that I wanted anymore awaited me at the bottom. But, on the other, I had no idea what I'd find inside the house, what if a serial killer did in fact put me out of my misery? Did I feel ready to die, truthfully? Or did I just want to get away?

I sighed heavily. No one would miss me, either way.

So I stepped inside, and closed the door behind me.

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caffeinewritingsandthings · 6 years ago

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Darwinism : Part 2

Pairing: Bellamy X Athena (OC)

Word Count: 2,397

Summary: Growing up in Arrow Station you either had to be skilled and picked up by the trades, or ‘resourceful’ if you wanted to get by. Athena Hammond was as resourceful as they came until she was doublecrossed. Landed on a planet once called ‘home’ she has to think on her feet if she want’s to survive.

A/N: Whoops, time flies and I am terrible at updating.

Part 1 Part 2

“Daddy, why is the Earth’s water so blue but The Ark’s is see-through?” Athena’s large green eyes stared in awe down at the planet beneath them. Her father stood next to her, a soft smile on his lips as he watched his 6-year old daughter smoosh her face against the viewing window, drinking in the sight of their home planet.

“Well, that’s because the sky is blue.” Athena tore her gaze from the view beneath them and gave her father a raised brow, nose crinkling.

“The sky? But why does that make the water blue?” she asked, not at all understanding what the sky had to do with the pigment of the water. Her father chuckled leaning down beside her, and gathering her smaller form in his arms, directed her gaze with a finger back to the planet in question.

“It has everything to do with it. You see the water reflects the light from the sky, causing it to look blue.” He answered simply and Athena’s mouth widened into an ‘O’ shape as she drank in the new information. While she understood what a sky was, it was strange for her to imagine the concept of it. All she had ever known were the sterile ceiling’s of The Ark and the empty black void of space that stretched endlessly beyond that. She reached a small hand out towards the planet, coming to rest against the cold glass of the window.

“I wish I could see the sky,” she breathed, unaware of the impact the words had on her father. His soft smile tugged down at the corners of his mouth, a sadness welling up in him as he thought of the life laid out for his only child. Her generation was a transitional one, a generation of preparation to return to Earth but she herself would never actually get to see it. The knowledge of this broke his heart and he held his daughter tighter against him, reaching out to cover her smaller hand in his larger one.

“Someday, we’ll see it together” he knew the words were false, but a part of him truly wanted to believe them. At that moment they brought him comfort; at that moment he was able to forget their slowly diminishing rations, the rising cost of medicine, and the cooling temperature back on Arrow station that he knew to be a symptom of oxygen reduction. For a few short moments in time, he could imagine them happy, and free of the burdens of being a survivor of the Ark.

“Promise?” she asked, never taking her gaze from the sight before her.

“Promise.”

They sat together in silence, gazing down at the blue planet for what felt like hours, but was in reality only a few minutes before Jeff Hammond got to his feet, shaking away the daydream and giving his daughter a smile.

“Alright, we better get home. Your mother is probably starting to wonder where we are and we’re still on the opposite side of the Ark.”

“Five more minutes,” she whined turning her head to pout up at her father. He shook his head at her antics with a small smile, gently shaking the bag held in his right hand.

“We have to get this medication home and start dinner, it’s getting late. Come now, we can come back on my next day off. Alright, my goddess?” With a sigh Athena placed her hand in her father’s outstretched one, the mood soured at the reminder of her mother who had been up wheezing most of the night.

“Alright.” Jeff frowned, noticing her sudden melancholy and quickly moved to remedy the situation. He swept her off her feet and she shrieked in joy, laughter bubbling up and over her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck and Jeff held his daughter firmly against his chest. Her head rested on his shoulder, green eyes staring back at the blue planet long after they had turned the corner and were out of sight.

Athena’s eyes fluttered open, the previous adrenaline rush pushing her back into consciousness in a panicked frenzy. A pair of hands pushed her back down and she snapped her attention to the concerned blue eyes that hovered her.

“Take it easy, you’re O.K.” The girl soothed, giving her a soft smile. “You need to relax, it looks like you ended up with a pretty decent concussion on the way down. Follow my finger,” Athena did as she was told, tracking the digit as the girl moved it back and forth before giving her another small smile. “What’s your name?”

“Athena,” her voice cracked slightly and she cleared her throat.

“Nice to meet you, my name is Clarke. You’ll live, but you're going to have a pretty decent headache for the next few days which is pretty lucky all things considered.” She stated nonchalantly, rocking back onto her heels to give Athena more space. The concussed girl did her best to digest Clarke’s words but something just didn’t add up, her brain too sluggish to piece all the information together. A headache was reforming at the right side of her temple, a steady throb that did nothing to help her sort through the muddled mess that was her mind.

“What do you mean, ‘all things considered’?” Clarke raised a brow at her before glancing over her shoulder. Following her gaze Athena spotted Wells leaning against the dropship, he, in turn, shrugged at Clark’s unanswered question. Turning her attention back to her patient Clarke spoke slowly, brow furrowing.

“I mean you were unconsciouses, and not strapped in for the entirety of our reentry, and you walked away with some minor bruising and a concussion.”

“You’re not from the Skybox, are you?” Wells spoke up from behind Clark, pushing off the wall of the ship and taking a couple small steps in their direction. Athena pursed her lips, nose crinkling at Wells’ question.

“Skybox? I’m not a criminal.” She defended herself, arguing internally that you really weren’t a criminal unless you were caught. “Besides, I’m 22. I would just get floated if I did anything. Why? What does that have to do with anything?”

Clarke’s lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes searching Athena’s face with some sort of realization brewing behind the blue orbs. In the absence of a response, Athena was once again reminded of the lack of machine hum and her gut twisted in unease. “Where am I?” She asked after a long minute. Instead of answering Clarke offered her a hand, slowly pulling her into a sitting position, never dropping her gaze.

Once Athena was upright and Clark was sure she wasn’t going to fall over she pointed over Athena’s shoulder in a silent command with one hand while keeping the other firmly planted on her shoulder in support.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Athena tore her gaze away from the hard stare of the blond and followed her outstretched finger, eyes widening as her breath left her lungs in a rushed ‘O’.

“Welcome to Earth.”

Earth The throbbing in her skull intensified, her heartbeat pounding out a rhythm that blocked out all coherent thought. All she could do was stare, eyes unblinking as she drank in the sight before her. Never in her wildest of fantasies could she have ever imagined this exact shade of blue. As a child, she had spent countless hours and endless credits doing her best to scrounge up anything blue, which she would then attach to the walls of her small cubby. She would spend hours laying in bed staring just staring up at the mosaic of items, imagining it was the sky.

“I’m…I’m sorry, what?”

“I know this is a lot to take in, but I need you to try and stay calm.” Clarke watched as Athena stared unblinkingly ahead, mouth opening and closing as her chest heaved.

“I’m sorry’ she sucked in a short breath “what?”

“Athena, you are on Earth.” She pressed again, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze to try and help ground her in the reality that she was, in fact on Earth. Her breaths were continuing to shorten causing Clarke’s concern to rise.

“I’m sorry, what?” Clarke’s brow furrowed as Athena repeated the same phrase for the 3rd time in a row. At first, she believed there to be no brain damage but she was beginning to second guess her initial diagnosis. Shaking her head, the concussed girl brought a hand up to her head, breathing ragged. “I’m sorry, I know…I know I sound like an idiot it’s just…I’m just trying to fill in the giant blank void. One second I was on the Ark and now you’re telling me that we’re on Earth…a planet that isn’t supposed to be inhabitable for another hundred years?” She laughed nervously, shaking her head. “And you’re sure I’m not like, still unconscious and just having some super bizarre dream due to the head trauma?”

The familiar tightening of her chest alerted her of the oncoming asthma attack and she reached for the small fanny pack that sat tucked under her hoodie. Her fingers quickly closed around the form of her inhaler and she pulled it loose, taking two quick puffs. Sucking a deep breath in before letting it out slowly, she let her hand fall away and fixed her gaze on Clarke. “It’s really true though, it’s not the concussion?”

“It’s not the concussion, you’re really on Earth.” Clarke supplied once more, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Are you feeling alright?” Athena raised a brow, and Clarke nodded towards the inhaler still held in her grasp. She waved off the younger girls worry.

“Just a small attack, nothing to worry about.” Regardless of her words, the two didn’t seem too convinced which sent Athena’s eyes rolling, no one ever believed her. Not wanting them to fawn over her further she quickly tucked the inhaler back away before moving to stand.

“Woah, Woah Woah,” Clarke was on her in seconds, pushing her back down much to Athena’s chagrin. “Take it easy, your concussion may not be life-threatening but you still need to rest. No strenuous activities.”

“You just told me I’m on Earth, the Earth. Like the Earth that I have dreamed about for as long as I can remember and you think I’m just gonna lay here and stare at another gray metal ceiling like I have for the last 22 years? Yeah, not gonna happen.” She said. Clarke met her determined stare and sighed, not able to help the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Alright, just take it slow o.k.? I need to get going so I won’t be around if you overdo it and make yourself sick.” She warned and Athena bit down on her tongue to keep the smart retort her brain already formed from firing. Judging by their short exchange she guessed that Clarke would appreciate her sarcasm about as much as her mother.

“Whatever you say, Dr.Griffin.” Clarke raised a brow at the title but didn’t comment. She turned to Wells who perked up under her hard stare, spine going ramrod straight. The gossip in Athena really wanted to know the story behind the obvious tension between the two, then she reminded herself that she was supposed to be an adult and she swallowed the thought.

“Keep an eye on her. Any sudden intense and prolonged nausea, vomiting or loss of consciousness and…” She hesitated for a moment, everyone understanding the implication behind the hesitation. Clarke was their closest thing to a doctor, and she would be gone for the better part a day. If Athena took a turn for the worse there wasn’t much anyone could do. “Just, watch her.” She ordered sternly, lips pulled into a harsh line as she waited for his response.

“Alright,” he looked like he wanted to say more, but Clarke obviously wasn’t interested in hearing it for she quickly stood up and with a few quick strides she was out of the dropship. Wells pursed his lips, staring after her form long after it was gone.

“Lover’s quarrel?” He startled, then bristled once Athena’s words registered.

“No, it’s not like that.” She raised a brow at his words, not entirely believing them.

“Whatever you say, not really my business anyway.”

“No, it’s not.” He barked and she rolled her eyes at his sudden hostility, moving to get to her feet. “Clarke said-”

“Look, kid, you’re girlfri-”

“She isn’t my girlfriend! I told you it’s not like that!”

“Fine, whatever Dr.Griffin Jr. has left the building, and I plan on following her lead. Besides you heard her, I just gotta take it slow.” With that, she turned to take a step, only for her world to spin slightly. Her arms jutted out to grab hold of the wall, keeping her upright. Wells raised a brow at the woman who looked like she was going to topple over before heaving a sigh and moving to her side.

“I don’t need your help!” She snapped, shaking off his hand and pinning him with a hard glare. If there was one thing she had learned early on, it was that she couldn’t rely on anyone but her father. Down here it was Athena against everyone, especially the Chancellor's son. The boy stepped back, throwing his hands up in surrender surprised by the sudden bite in her tone. After a long moment she sighed, dropping her gaze she reminded herself that she was just sent to the ground with 100 criminals. Sure most of their crimes were hardly grounds for lockup, but it still was probably not the best idea to go around picking fights. “Sorry, I just…I need to do this on my own.” The boy nodded, the frown on his face lessening slightly and he let his hands drop.

“Alright, if you need me I’ll be around.” She nodded and watched him disappear before taking a breath. While her head ached terribly the world had more or less stopped spinning, so she took a cautious step forward. Keeping one hand against the wall of the ship she made her way to the ramp before pausing, taking in the dream-like scene before her. A single tear rolled down her cheek, as a feeling of pure joy bubbled up inside her. She was home.

A/N: feedback is appreciated. There won’t be as long of a gap between the next chapter...hopefully haha

#the 100 fanfiction #the 100 imagine #bellamy blake fanfiction #bellamy x oc #bellamy x reader #bellamy blake x oc #bellamy blake x imagine #clarke griffin #wells jaha #ocappreciation

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husbandhoshi · 2 years ago

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oh my god hello, bubbbb!! i have officially (see also: barely) survived from my exams~ May will be the last month from my term and once i accomplish the last exams i’ll finally be free (Bangs Head On The Wall) 😭 BTW how are youuuu? i missed you so much and i hope you’re taking good care of yourself <3 and can i just say how proud i am of you because your blog literally grows every single day and you deserve all of it !!!! 🫶🏻

AND idk if it’s okay but i’ll just share this with you because i’m really comfortable with you and i’ve been so ashamed of asking help from my friends because i know they are struggling too T^T but during the last week of April, i am literally bombarded with major and strenuous tasks from uni to the point that i haven’t had the time to eat properly and my sleep is like 30 mins at most,,,, and so, i have a MAJOR paper due on the 29th but since i didn’t have a sufficient amount of sleep, i just did not manage to function properly and coherently form sentences that make sense so i turned in my work a day late and i have been crying because of that nonstop LMAO idk if that’s even valid but i am so drained and tired everyday :((( shua contents are literally the only thing that is making me sane rn i wish i could get a hug or smth ㅠㅠ BUT ANYWAY i am so sorry because this is so long TT i hope you’re doing well, love 🤍

- 🐰 who is in dire need of hugs

bro this is a MONTH late (i have also been hella busy) and i am SOOO sorry for that 😭💔💔💔

but congrats!!! you’re free!!! i hope your exams went well and you’ve been enjoying your break! missed you lots too ;(

i know i’m late and so this advice/help won’t really be useful but i’m so sorry you had to go through that. that sounds awful and so, so stressful! i hope that you’re feeling much better that you’re done with all of that now. having graduated from uni this month i completely understand the feeling, but i hope you know that your health and mental well-being come first—it sounds stupid and like something you can procrastinate but you only have so much to give and it’s not fair to yourself to overwork yourself so much. my friends always know me as the biggest advocate of asking for extensions and communicating with my professors, but i know that isn’t possible sometimes :( hopefully your future projects are much more manageable! sending you all the love and hugs and energy!!!

#ask #anon #🐰 anon

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sebbytrash · 7 years ago

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Through His Eyes - Part Two

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 - Nightmare, mentions of blood and torture, a mega ton of guilt and sad stuff guys. A N G S T

A/N - I need to do this justice guys, it’s my baby. Feedback loved and appreciated Please love me, I haven’t written in forever.

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The next hour is spent eating and laughing with Steve, some of the tension ebbing away whilst he recounted all the ways Sam got rejected when they were at Tony’s party a few days before. Poor guy unintentionally hit on some guys wife and it did not go well. After clearing away the plates and containers, Steve hugs you again and decides to head off to bed.

“Y/N...I just-” Steve stops at the door, suddenly serious again, “You know it wasn’t him right? Not really?”

You hesitate a little, testing out the weight of it, caught between wanting to please him and not wanting to like. Was it something you had accepted. “I know Steve.” Maybe. Did it matter?

“It haunts him, you know? Especially at night.” He smiles wearily, the strain of today written all over his face for the first time, leaves you to feel the weight of his words.

It wasn't something you had considered, not fundamentally. Maybe you’d thought he somehow moved on, never dwelled on the things he done. Maybe you simply didn't care, too caught up in how it affected you and his other victims, but still, now you were thinking. Conflicting emotions wrapping around your heart, crudely cut joy, guilt, pain and maybe a little...empathy. Wrapping tighter and tighter till you weren't sure which was strongest.

Shit.

It’s long past midnight and you're still awake, lying in your bed staring up the ceiling like it contains the answers to all of life's problems, the answers to nothing and something, and everything in between. Today had been a lot to process, seeing Bucky for the first time since...well, then, seeing not the soldier but the man. Seems he was all duct tape and glue like you, the brutal reality a stark contrast to the man you imagined, a far cry from the dead eyes and blank stares of before. Steve’s words loop around, caught between memories and nightmares and a new feeling that's here, scratching at the surface of your fortified heart.

Guilt.

That’s the point isn't it? You're supposed to forgive him now, supposed to understand the why and forget the how. Logical, practical...human. If only it were that simple.

Now, what do I do with this?

“Shit.” Muffled and low, a voice sounds outside your door. Your hands automatically reach for you gun, tucked under your pillow and wedged between the mattress and bed frame. Bob. Most reliable friend you’d ever had.

There’s someone there, hovering outside your door...are they pacing? Yep, distinct sound of threads being worn away and thoughts turning over. Less concerned for your safety and more curious and sort of annoyed now, you hoist yourself into a sitting position, roll your neck a few times, muscles gone stiff at the strenuous ceiling staring and finally find your feet. You swing the door open in one fast, fluid motion stunning your guest and in turn yourself.

Bucky.

Thoughts liquify, stunned to the point you forget to be afraid, that you should be.

“Shit, did I wake you?” He asks, voice ragged and guilty heavy, “I just- I had to say… I shouldn’t have come here. This was fucking selfish.” He runs a heavy hand down his face, gripping at his jaw so hard it had to hurt.

You're still standing there, slack jawed and blinking stupidly, it would be funny if you could muster enough coherence to recognise it but he doesn’t seem to notice, or mind, and you can tell he’s mentally berating himself. His eyes say much more than he seems to be managing with his mouth. He steps towards you and the motion jolts you, makes you take an involuntary step back but finally clearing the fog a little.

Noting your movement he stills, lowers his hands to his side and looks at you right in the eye for the second time today, lets you see the pure agony in them, “I just had to say it, Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I... if I could take it all back I would. I had to at least say it.” He holds your gaze a second longer before turning and disappearing down the hall. You watch him retreat, wondering how you got to the point where you might even feel sorry for him? Like a smidge.

Despite that, it's a while before your breathing returns to normal, before you heart stops trying to escape from your chest. It takes even longer for the tears to dry.

“You look like shit.” You do, it's no surprise really that Sam would point it out after 0.5 of a second. Shithead.

“Bite me, Birdboy.” You flick a piece of cereal at him, dry since there was no milk. Tony was gonna be pissed.

“Out of milk again?” You nod, tipping the rest of the bowl into your mouth, “Momma Stark is gonna lose his shit.”

“I have a plammphf…” You say around the mouthful of cereal earning you a look.

“You’re disgusting.” Sam says, prompting you to show him the entire contents of your mouth as punishment. He wanted disgusting after all, “God, you’ve been hanging around why guys too much.” You shrug, he’s probably right, and finish your mouthful.

“Anyways, I have a plan.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yup. I don't plan on being here when Mrs Doubtfire wakes up.”

“Not much of a plan is it?”

“All I got dude.” He rolls his eyes and flops into the chair next to you, his own bowl of dry cereal in his hand.

“Hey.” He says, softer this time, leans in a little “you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good Sam. Promise.”

Sam hangs around most of the day, you suspect he’s keeping an eye on you but say nothing, honestly just grateful for the company. You eat, you watch movies, all in it's a good day. Yet, you can’t stop glancing at the door, wondering if he’ll appear, wondering what you’ll do. Decisions, reactions.

“Hey kid, you doing okay?” Sam asks, nods towards the door like he’s seen every glance.

You sigh, “Yeah, I am. I’m trying to be.” He raises his eyebrows at this, silently questioning, “I want to get passed this, forgive and forget.”

“Oh, yeah? For Steve or for you?” He tries to stay neutral, but you hear it anyway.

“Both, I guess?” You reply, chewing on your bottom lip, “I want to, just, not sure if I can.”

“You can, if that’s what you want. Just gonna take some time, kid. You deserve time.”

Around 5pm, Sam gets called out on a last minute mission, nothing too drastic but Redwing was needed and so Sam goes too. You stay in the lounge, adamant you can finish the full season of Stranger Things before you go to bed and somewhere along the way you fall asleep.

Dead eyes. Dead eyes.

The smell of blood is overwhelming, blood and sweat, stuck to you, drowning you. He’s here, like always, walking closer and closer. You blink a few times, trying to clear the haze, trying to see his face but it’s blurry. It’s never blurry.

The knife is clear.

He's in front of you now, face blurry except those dead eyes, drawing up his full size as he begins his slow patterns on your arm, starts at the bottom, twists and turns the blade as your scream in agony, the sounds of knife tearing flesh somehow louder. He stops, you look. A. The screaming starts again. And again.

“Y/N, Y/N wake up, it’s a dream.”

You jerk away from the cold touch on your arm, press yourself back against the couch like you can disappear into it. Figures it would be him, kneeling on the floor in front of you.

“M’sorry. Seemed like you should wake up.” Bucky says, eyeing you warily and sitting back on his haunches, maybe making himself a little smaller. You say nothing, mind still recovering from the nightmare and struggling to reconcile that Bucky with this one, the one with kind eyes and not dead.

“You said my name.” He whispers, like he wants to know but want’s to not.

“Yeah well, you had a starring role.” You say back, voice breaking a little at the end and putting a little heat in the tone.

He nods again, face aiming for detached and falling somewhere short in agony. Climbs to his feet, and goes to leave, turns a little ways back and stills, “You star in mines too.”

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shipmistress9 · 7 years ago

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What it means to be Chief - Epilogue 2: Being Chiefess

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4;

Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8;

Chapter 9; Chapter 10; Chapter 11; Chapter 12

Chapter 13; Chapter 14; Chapter 15; Chapter 16

Chapter 17; Epilogue 1

A/N: Alright, here you go. The first real epilogue. Plot and smut... have fun ;P And as warning again: There is another epilogue before this one!

. o O o .

"What's he doing there?"

"Sleeping. I guess the girl keeps them up all night" Low chuckling rang through the room but didn't reach Hiccup's conscious thoughts.

"Yeah. Astrid fell asleep right away too when I left. But he should at least lie down or he'll hurt all over when he wakes" A moment later, Hiccup felt a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake. "Chief?" Groaning, he blinked and slowly lifted his head to squint into Helka's concerned face.

"Mmmwhat?" he murmured, still lightheaded. Gods, he was tired! Why couldn't people let him have at least an hour of sleep?

"No offence, but you should go to bed and sleep," she said and Hiccup frowned in confusion. Wasn't that what he'd been doing right now? Dizzily, he looked around. He was in the Hofferson's living room with the big open fire- and cooking-place, sitting on a bench with his head and upper body resting on the table in front of him. His right arm lay in the low crib at his side, his hand holding Faye's. With a loving smile, he looked down at his daughter. The little monster was finally asleep and by all means looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth!

Millimeter by careful millimetre, he drew his hand away and couldn't help the relieved sigh when he was free and Faye still asleep. Then he looked back up at Helka and Brenna who stood a little behind her sister with a worried look.

"What's up?" he asked quietly. "Did something happen?" If not then he hoped they had an incredibly good reason for waking him!

"No, nothing happened," Helka said equally quietly. "Besides, isn't it your day off? I'm sure whatever happens, Gobber can take care of it! I just thought you might have a better rest in a bed? There are free ones upstairs, you can use any of them"

Hiccup rubbed his eyes and quietly got up on his legs again. Right, it was his day off. On two days per week, Gobber took over any chiefly duties and gave Hiccup the dearly needed time to care for his little family. Today was a special day though.

"How's Astrid?" he asked, suppressing a yawn as he climbed over the bench and stretched. Helka was right, he should use this day to catch up on some sleep but couldn't bring himself to do so. Surely, there were other things he could do, more useful things. Maybe replace the broken shingles on their roof before the winter came in full force or repair that loose shutter upstairs. There was always so much to do!

"She's fine. All healed up," Helka said, confirming what Astrid had hoped for. The postnatal period was over and if Astrid felt like it, she was allowed to do exercises and even fly regularly again. The bleeding had stopped about two weeks ago and now, Helka had made if official.

"That's good news! Astrid was thrilled, I guess? Did she go flying right away? She so missed doing that!" Hiccup smiled to himself. Her flying after him right after Faye's birth hadn't done her any favours and he still felt sorry for making her do so. She might have been up for weeks already if that flight hadn't further hurt her torn body.

"Actually, no," Helke smirked wryly. "She stayed in bed after I examined her and was asleep before I even left the room. And I meant it, you should do the same if I may say so. Doctor's order!"

A small smile tugged at Hiccup's lips. Right, Astrid had to be just as tired as he was if not even more so. They both adored Faye but it would be nice if the girl would let them sleep for longer than two hours in a row. At least once! He ran his fingers through his hair to chase away the last bits of sleepiness for the moment. "Then I'll do that," he gave in. No complaining there! "Let's just hope Faye stays asleep until I get her to her bed" He bent to carefully lift his daughter out of the crib but Brenna waved him off.

"Just let her sleep here. I can take care of her when she wakes and you two can pick her up after you had a good rest for once. Odin knows you need it!"

Hiccup couldn't argue against that. He only hesitated for a moment, his sense of duty telling him that it was his responsibility to look after his daughter. But, surely, letting her grandmother do so for a while wasn't a capital offence to the gods, right? In fact, it was fairly normal for the older ones to take care of the children while the younger adults worked, he knew that. He nodded with a grateful smile and left the house. Once outside, he felt strangely anxious. He knew that Brenna and Helka were well able to care for a baby. And it wasn't as if Faye wasn't used to their presence. It was just… weird to leave her. But then, they all would need to get used to that when Astrid would return to her former duties now.

Hiccup stretched once before he made his way up to their house. It wasn't a long way so only minutes later, he carefully opened the front door as to not wake Astrid. He took off his boot and tunic before he sneaked into their bedroom. As expected, Astrid lay in their bed, cuddled into the blanket and deeply asleep. As quietly as he could, Hiccup sat down on his side of the bed, took off his fake leg and trousers as well and curled up on the soft mattress. Thor, he really needed to rest!

The last thing he noticed before he drifted off into dearly needed slumber was Astrid snuggling closer to his chest and his arm reflexively finding its way around her waist.

. o O o .

When Hiccup woke, he was still sleepy but also felt better rested than in what must come close to an eternity. His body felt heavy and his head light but for once in good ways and not from exhaustion like on most other days. He hummed happily and then realized that he hadn't woken up on his own.

Astrid was moving in his arms, slow and warm but very noticeable. And she did it again now, drawing a low groan out of his throat that he managed only barely to suppress.

"Morning," she murmured sleepily. She probably hadn't moved like that on purpose but it surely wasn't without any effect. For four months now, they hadn't had any sex. Because Astrid wasn't ready yet. Giving birth and the strenuous flight afterwards had almost torn her body apart and it wouldn't be sensible to risk any infections while she was still bleeding. Not to mention that she still was in pain and wasn't in the mood anyway. Hiccup respected that, wouldn't force himself on her if she didn't feel like it.

But – Fuck! – he wanted her!

And her grinding her cute ass against his cook right now wasn't helpful. Not in the least!

"Morning?" he replied, fighting to distract himself. He didn't want his erection to poke against her, didn't want to put any pressure on her by letting her know how horny he was. "It's got to be late afternoon, judging by the light"

Astrid paused for a moment and then chuckled. "You're right. How did that happen? Wasn't it right after breakfast when Helka left just now?"

Hiccup feverishly bit his lip as she kept moving in his arms. He should stop her before his state of arousal became too obvious but he didn't want to. It felt amazing!

"For how long did we sleep?" Astrid asked, snuggling even closer to him and he had to suppress a louder moan. "And where's Faye?" She paused and made attempts to sit up but couldn't with Hiccup's arms still around her. He should let her go, let her get up. It was the sensible thing to do, to let her go to pick up Faye and maybe some dinner from her mother and jerk off while she was gone. It surely wouldn't take long.

But he was tight as a bowstring, couldn't move without risking to act on his arousal, couldn't even loosen his hold on her.

"She's with your mother," was all he was able to gasp out and she relaxed into the sheets again.

"Hmmm, I see" her voice was light and unconcerned. "So we still have a few moments, right?" With a happy sigh, she cuddled back against him and this time Hiccup couldn't hold back the low whine.

"Ah – Astrid," he choked out. "Could you… Nng! Could you stop tha –Ah!" His hand was on her hip now, after all, desperately holding her still. He was dangerously close to coming already and that would be mortifying when all she wanted was to cuddle a bit. She'd endured enough, she didn't need a sex-hungry husband in addition.

"Why?" she asked innocently and pushed back more intently until his cloth-covered cock was firmly wedged between her bare thighs. She moved her hips back and forth, maddeningly rubbing his length and he wasn't able to give her a coherent answer. All he could do was keeping himself from rutting against her like a madman and keening against her also bare shoulders. Wrapped in her blanket as she was he hadn't noticed so far but now he did. She wasn't wearing anything except her lower undergarments. Was she actively trying to kill him?

"Hiccup?" She sounded playful, smug even. "Do you know what Helka said?" He couldn't have answered her even if his head had been clear enough to think about her question. Through the thin layers of cloth that separated them, he thought he could feel her damp warmth surrounding his cock and he couldn't speak, couldn't think. His mind was utterly blank, wiped clean by the sheer sensation of her.

"She said I'm all healed up"

Helka had said so before but this time, the words reached him on a lower, more primal base and he growled. He retreated but only to pull her around and on her back. A moment later, he was above her, fighting to support his weight and intently stared her in the eyes while his hips were firmly pressed against hers. Her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment and her sinful moan rang in his ears as she pushed up to press herself even more firmly against him. It was all the confirmation he needed. She was healed up, she was ready and she wanted him just as much as he wanted her.

Hiccup leaned down to kiss her hungrily, his fingers in her hair in an instant. When his nails lightly scraped over her skin, she shuddered beneath him and wrapped her arms around his torso to clutch at his back and bury her hands in his hair as well. Gods, how had he missed this! Blanketing her soft yet strong body with his own, feeling her skin on skin from head to foot. It felt wonderful. Right. Complete.

Without his help, his body was grinding itself against hers, seeking her damp heat and the friction he so desperately needed and Astrid responded beautifully. She was moving beneath him in equal measures, pressing her hips against his and shuffling her legs to the sides, welcoming him between them. Hiccup head began to spin when he felt her wet already, even through her undergarments. Thank Thor, she wouldn't need much foreplay.

As so often, he shifted his weight to one arm to reach for her breasts with the other, to caress and kneed them, to roll her hardened nipples between his fingers and pinch them to draw the most beautiful cries out of her. He'd been dying to do this again! Her breasts had grown during the pregnancy already but now, they'd become even bigger, were almost twice as big as usual. Logically, he knew this was to provide for their child but he wouldn't deny that he, too, benefitted from this development. They both moaned as his hand cupped the enlarged mound. It felt fantastic, hot and firm, even hard beneath the skin. Also sticky and slick from the constant dribble flowing down from the peak.

"Oh, Gods! Hic-" Astrid choked, writhing beneath him and arching up into his hand. With lust-clouded eyes, Hiccup watched as hers rolled back into her head, mouth parted in a silent scream. Grinning to himself, he slid down a bit and let his lips and tongue glide over her skin. It tasted weirdly sweet and he could feel his cook leaking as he was about to lick up her white mess for once.

He heard Astrid whine and suddenly, her hand was over his mouth. She lightly pushed him away from her alluring breasts all the while trembling and panting. Dimly, he remembered how she'd become more and more sensitive there and could have hit himself. Surely, that had only gotten stronger now.

"Sorry," he whispered huskily. "Did I hurt you? Too sensitive?"

Biting her lip, Astrid first shook her head and then nodded. "Didn't hurt," she gasped out after a few moments. "But yes, fucking sensitive. I… I might just come from that"

A low growl rumbled in the back of Hiccup's throat and he let his gaze drop to her breast again. That was a thought to keep in mind. But why had she stop him then? He leaned down again to latch onto her nipple, to lick, suck, and bite her until she fell apart beneath his mouth but got stopped by her once more.

"Don't," she pleaded weakly, a flush on her cheeks that wasn't purely arousal. "It's… it's weird enough to get... a little hot whenever I nurse Faye. I don't want this memory in addition"

Breathing heavily, Hiccup gazed at her through bleary eyes. Watching Astrid nurse their baby shouldn't be erotic but it was and he'd felt bad for feeling like that. But to think that Astrid felt the same… Reluctantly, he drew his hand back, away from her alluring breast and shifted to rest more comfortably above her again. "Alright," he breathed hoarsely. He tried not to be disappointed by the prospect of not being allowed to touch her breasts when they were so damn sexy. He could understand her reasoning after all.

To distract them both, he resumed kissing her ardently. His hands firmly cupped her face to keep them from wandering while his hips ground against hers again. After a minute or so, he felt Astrid's small hands roaming downward and awkwardly freeing them both of their remaining clothes until they were finally completely naked, completely skin on skin. He felt her hot fingers closing around his cock and it sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through his entire body. Gods, it had been too long… She pumped him once, twice and then guided him toward her centre, her wet arousal coating him a few moment later.

Somewhere in between, their lips had parted. Hiccup couldn't remember when or how, his blank mind too busy remembering how to breathe! But he should warn her…

"Aah, Astrid, I- nnggh – I'm not sure I – Ah! – can hold out for long" He gasped, slightly embarrassed. He hadn't felt like this since their first few times, like he would come just from thinking about pushing into her, about how hot and wet she would be around him, about how she would squeeze him tight. Groaning, he let his head drop to her shoulder, his mouth on her collarbone where he began to lick and suck and bite her tender skin just to have something to do, to distract himself. Maybe he could come once, over her belly and breasts and then play her some more until he was hard enough again to fuck her properly. That could work. Surely it wouldn't take long for-

"That's okay," Astrid gasped, chest heaving in time with their bodies grinding against each other. "I – mmmhh – I'm not sure I can take – Ah! – take it for long anyway"

Hiccup frowned at her words and grimaced when they started to make sense. He squeezed his eyes shut and slowed his movement down until he stopped completely. Groaning, he rolled off of her a moment later, one arm thrown over his face to cover his eyes. He understood what she was offering. She wasn't ready yet, her body not yet healed enough for sex. But apparently, she had noticed how much he longed for her after all and was offering him to use her anyway.

"Hiccup?" She sounded puzzled and he could feel her shift and turn around beside him. His body was screaming for her, his cock pulsing painfully but he couldn't do that.

"You don't need to do this!" He stated hoarsely. He didn't want to use her as little more than a receptacle to get off without her enjoying it as well, ever. That was not how it worked for him! "I can wait if you're not ready yet" His cock gave a protesting twitch but it was surprisingly easy to ignore, the thought earlier a guaranteed mood killer.

Astrid gave an annoyed snort and tugged at his arm until he let it drop. "You think I'm not ready?" she asked, light amusement in her voice. "You think I would start this if I wasn't ready? Hel, I've been ready for days! I just waited for the confirmation that everything's healed up. I want this, Hiccup!" Astrid seemed to have talked herself into a bit of a rage but her next words came as barely more than a whisper. "I want you!"

Swallowing, Hiccup turned toward her, to look at her. "I want you, too!" He admitted hesitantly. "But I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to pretend anything for me. If you're not ready yet, if you're still hurting then that's okay. I can wait, however long it takes"

With a small smile, Astrid scooted closer until their bodies touched lightly again. "I know," she breathed. "But I'm not pretending. I am ready! I want you, want to feel you, to be one with you. I've missed that. And it's not that I'm still hurting but rather that it's been a while," she paused, biting her lip as her hips bucked against him, moving seemingly on their own volition and a shiver ran down her body. "You might need to be careful though, slow. And I don't think I can stand it for very long just yet. But that's okay. I just want to feel you inside me again. And I don't think we'll get a better chance anytime soon. So… please?"

Hiccup had gazed at her, worries slowly crumbling under her words until that last please effectively brushed aside every remaining bit. He couldn't deny her anything, especially not if she actually pleaded. With something between a groan and a laughter, Hiccup leaned toward her to kiss her again and as the temptress she was, she used her strength to roll him back on top of her again a moment later. She chuckled and hummed when he blanketed her again, her hand roaming down his back to grab his behind. His cock gave a hungry twitch, waking up quickly again. Oh, but it wasn't his time yet…

He would do what she'd asked for, all too eagerly, but first, he needed to take care of her. If she couldn't bear him inside her long enough for her to come… Well, he knew other ways to get her off first. Grinning to himself, he crawled back and let his lips ghost down her collarbone and chest before placing a soft kiss between her breasts.

"Hic- ah! Don't…," she begged but Hiccup would be good. He wouldn't go for her breasts again if she didn't want him to. Instead, he crawled back some more, let his breath tickle the skin over her ribs and drew a slow circle around her belly button with his tongue. She was trembling beneath him, panting and whimpering, those beautiful noises that made his cock pulse. When he was about to settle between her legs, she seemed to catch herself again though.

"Hiccup, wait!" she gasped. "I don't… you… I mean…" He looked up at her, puzzled and worried over her reaction alike. Was this too something she didn't want him to do for whatever reason? If so then he was slowly running out of options. But when he saw her face, he understood. There was self-consciousness in her eyes, bashfulness and nervousness. Silly woman…

He winked at her and leaned down to breathe a kiss on her quivering sex, knowingly risking her getting upset if he misinterpreted her expression. But her reaction was worth the risk. She tensed up, back arched and head thrown back as she cried out. She muffled herself a second later, one hand pressed over her mouth while the other buried itself in his hair, tugging and scraping. Humming with satisfaction, he made himself more comfortable, lying on his front, propped up on his elbows and gripping her thighs tightly. One more time, he glanced up at her, at her beautiful face with its flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He sought her consent after all whether this was alright for her. He saw her biting her lip and then she nodded, short and almost shy.

Without drawing it out any longer, Hiccup leaned down and brought his mouth to her hot core. It was true, she had changed but that only gave him a good reason to explore her thoroughly. Eager to get to know her again, his lips and tongue searched every fold and crease while his hands fought to keep her legs apart. He didn't go slowly, didn't have the time or patience for that right now. Her lustful moans and needy whimpers had him throbbing hard again in no time, his hips frotting into the blankets and mattress beneath them on their own accord, seeking any friction he could get. As much as he loved drawing her orgasm out, it wasn't feasible today. He needed to get her off before he actually lost his mind! Hungrily, he practically tore into her, tongue lapping and lips sucking relentlessly while her desperate moans and cries rang in his ears. At some point, her urge to move her hips seemed to become too strong for her to bear, her fighting against his grip getting harder and he let it happen. He loosened his hold on her enough for her to ride his tongue and got rewarded with the most sinful moan and her wantonly moving against his mouth.

Having her so mindlessly aroused beneath him took its toll on him though. She was so gorgeous, so hot, and sexy, and tempting. One day she would drive him insane! And if he wouldn't get her off soon, that day might very well be today! He was dangerously close to spilling into the blankets beneath him in a couple of minutes and that was not what he'd planned!

Keeping on hand loosely on her hip to keep her from accidentally hurting him, he drew the other on back a little and pushed one finger lightly against her entrance. It was tender she'd said so he didn't dare to push right into her despite her being maddeningly wet and slick beneath his touch. He wanted to gauge her reaction but his caution had been unnecessary. Keening into her hand over her mouth, Astrid shuddered and then moved her hips, pushing down on his finger. With careful slow nudges, he worked it into her and when she showed no signs of pain or discomfort, he added a second finger.

. o O o .

Astrid was sure she would go insane any moment now.

Sex hadn't been of any priority for her during the past months but now, with Hiccup's hot mouth on her sex and his careful fingers inside her, she felt like she'd missed out on a lot.

Sure, there were these brief moments when Faye latched onto her breast and her body seemed not to know how to react to the sensation. There was this strain in her breasts then that seemed to reach through her body and tug at something in her groins, making her clench and unclench deliciously. In those moments, she sometimes missed having sex but these thoughts were scotched instantly when the serenity of nursing her baby overcame her.

And of course, she'd noticed how Hiccup looked at her, how his body reacted to her. She saw how his eyes became dazed and how his trousered filled out on the weirdest occasions. She felt the longing in his words and gazes and actions. Oh, he tried to hold back and hide it but she knew him too well. He'd never been good at keeping anything from her.

And it wasn't even that she didn't want to have sex either. Sure, not the… real thing, but more than once she thought about sucking Hiccup off when she heard him grunting and groaning in the other room at nights. It seemed unfair to her that he had to endure this sexual frustration just because her body was in turmoil after giving birth. She probably wouldn't mind him touching her either but it wasn't like she actually needed it, not like that anyway.

But then there never seemed to be time, never the right moment. Faye took all her attention and in those precious hours the girl actually slept soundly, Astrid was too tired to even do necessary things like doing their laundry or eat something, let alone additional things like taking care of her husband.

The last week had been different though. She'd felt it again, that desire for Hiccup to touch her, to kiss her and carry them away for a while. The bleeding had stopped already but she wanted to be sure, wanted the confirmation that her body was ready for sex again. Asking her aunt after that had been embarrassing, but not as much as it might have been a year ago. Talking about her body had become easier.

And now, she was here, trembling with anticipation over Hiccup's tongue on her clit and his fingers lazily pushing into her. It was maddeningly wonderful. At first, his eager mouth had been overwhelming, too much for her unaccustomed body and she'd thought she might just burst from all the sensation. And it wasn't like it had lessened in any way, on the contrary! His mouth had become more greedy, seeking and searching and exploring. His lustful groans had vibrated through her sensitive body, threatening to shatter her from the inside. And his desperate rutting into the sheets had only added to it all. He was mindless with lust and desire, had been so for weeks. And yet here he was, massaging her clit with his talented lips and tongue while his fingers inside her found that spot and-

"Hi-Hiccup!" she cried into her hand as a lightning of pleasure shot through her and she pushed down on his fingers more firmly, trying to chase the sensation. Her entire body was tense, her insides coiled tightly. All she needed was a tiny bit more, only one last push, just… She felt Hiccup suck on her clit, felt him groan covetingly into her flesh, felt her own hips fucking herself on his fingers, and felt those finger pushing on that sensitive spot inside her but it seemed not to be enough. "Oh, please," she whimpered over and over again, begging for the release her body so desperately needed but it just wasn't enough.

Whining, she pulled the hand away from her mouth and reached for the part of her body that was the most sensitive these days. The moment her fingers touched her breast, the world became dark as her eyes rolled back into her head. She heard Hiccup gasp and moan as she pinched down on her own nipple, roughly rolling it between her fingers and, finally, it was enough.

Astrid made no sound as she came for the first time in months, all air getting stuck in her throat on its way out. Her body and mind tried to process what was happening while she was spasming and shaking, while a lightning crackled up her spine until stars and colours exploded behind her eyes.

It wasn't the best orgasm of her life, far from it. Her groins seemed hardly affected at all, were still so tense and sensitive. But it might have been one of the most meaningful, the starting signal for their love life to continue.

While Astrid came down to Midgard, she felt Hiccup crawling back up to her, his mouth never leaving her skin, covering her with sloppy kisses. She felt him teething her neglected nipple teasingly but when she gasped in surprise, he'd already wandered further. He panted into her hair and moaned against her neck as she spread her shaking legs for him. Astrid grabbed fistfuls of his hair and hurled him into a short but hard kiss. When they parted, they stared at each other, wide green orbs meeting blue before Hiccup, as if in a trance, reached for her leg and wrapped it around his waist before he nudged his way into her with short shallow thrusts.

Astrid was glad to say that it didn't hurt, not really. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at first but well manageable after he'd had his fingers inside her already. She kept her eyes on him, on his eyes that were glued to hers. She watched him as the last bit of sense or reason left his mind when he was finally completely inside her and it was glorious.

"Oh, G-gods," he choked, eyes bulging and jaw clenched tightly. "S-so huuh…hot! Ah! As…nngg…tird… tell mmmmhhhh" His eyes fluttered shut and a shudder ran through his entire body. Astrid could see how much effort it cost him to hold back and reached up to run her fingers over his face.

"It's okay," she whispered into the air between them. "I'm alright"

With a sound somewhere between keening and growling, Hiccup began to move. The first couple of strokes were a bit clumsy and awkward but then he found his rhythm. And it felt good! It felt good to have him inside her again, to feel him stretch her tense muscles open. It felt good to have her hand buried in his thick hair and inhale his musky scent, to feel his warmth all around her. It felt good to hear him gasp nonsense, to feel his hands clutching at her shoulders as if his life depended on her. And it felt good to watch him, this strong man who was always in control of himself, losing himself so completely. In her! It gave her a heady feeling to watch him, watch the muscles in his neck stand out and feel them move beneath his smooth skin.

What she'd said earlier was still true though, she couldn't have taken it for long but luckily, he didn't take long anyway. After the first few strokes, he seemed to lose all caution and when she signalled him to go on, he pounded into her, hard and fast. Hiccup lasted barely more than a dozen thrusts before he pressed his shuddering hips against her with all his strength, grunting and cursing. He was gorgeous like this, coming undone above her, flooding her insides in hot spurts and it felt so right.

Astrid pulled Hiccup down into a kiss, sucking on his lips and tongue as he was floating back down to her. He moaned into her mouth and almost crushed her as he nearly collapsed on top of her. A moment later, he caught himself and rolled off of her, pulling her with him until they lay side by side in each other's arms.

"Thank you," Astrid breathed and Hiccup chuckled shakily.

"My pleasure!"

. o O o .

Half an hours later, Hiccup and Astrid walked through the village, decently dressed again, smiling, hand in hand, and more relaxed than they'd been in weeks. They were greeted by other people around them, but Astrid hardly registered their wide grins and insinuating winks. Instead, she let her mind wander, trusting Hiccup to lead them back to her parent's house to pick up Faye.

Dimly, she remembered how boring those months and weeks before Faye's birth had been, how she'd shouted at Snot for telling her she would miss those calm and lazy days. Maybe she should apologize to him because he'd been so right! The past months had been demanding with getting accustomed to caring for a baby but from now on, things would only become harder. She was looking forward to returning to her old duties again, to train again and be a part of Hiccup's council, to support and help him in leading Berk. But she was also afraid of how and whether it would work out. She was Hiccup's second-in-command, his general and his advisor, a dragon rider, and a defender of Berk. But she was also her own person, an axe-wielder, a woman, and Hiccup's wife. Juggling all these parts of her hadn't been easy before but now, she also was Faye's mother.

How on Midgard could all these parts of her coexist side by side without crushing each other?

"Oh, look, Faye. Looks who's there!" Her mother's cooing voice tore her out of her thoughts and a wide smile spread across Astrid's face when she spotted her daughter. Letting go of Hiccup's hand, she hurried through the room and picked the little girl up to nuzzle her lovingly.

"Hey, little darling," she now cooed herself, "Oh, I missed you so much!" She heard Hiccup's light chuckle as he stepped behind her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on Faye's head.

"Sorry for kidnapping your dinner," he whispered so only Astrid could hear him, making her shake with silent laughter. She flashed him a wide grin when Helka entered the room.

"Look at that, two well-rested parents, almost as good as new. And so relaxed…" She said teasingly but Astrid was spared any comment when her aunt handed her a heavy bundle of cloth. "Here, I think you'll need this from now on. It's a wrap to securely carry Faye around, on your front or your back. Even flying your dragon should work as long as you don't do any daring stunts"

With a beaming smile, Astrid took the wrap. "Thank you!" she said wholeheartedly. For a moment, she considered trying it out right away but Faye had other plans.

"She must be hungry," her mother stated unnecessarily when the girl suddenly began to cry and moved her head around searchingly.

Astrid handed the wrap to Hiccup and sat down to nurse her child. Even after having sex less than an hour ago, the initial suckling sent the usual spark of heat through her body and she bit her lip. She shouldn't feel aroused while she held her baby in her arms! It was wrong, these two parts of her shouldn't mingle. But then she looked up and her gaze landed on Hiccup with the wrap still in his arms. Hiccup who looked at her with a mixture of desire and love but at the same time radiated safety and comfort.

He was the Chief, the Great Dragon Master, a warrior but at the same time, he was just a man, a father, and a husband. And in that moment, Astrid knew. She threw Hiccup a warm smile full of happiness and love as well.

So many months ago, she'd worried how being Hiccup's wife, or worse, being a mother would change her. But now, in that moment, all those worried flew out of the window. Yes, she could be every part of her. She could be a mother and help leading the village at the same time, Faye's presence didn't need to interfere with that. She could be Hiccup's wife and his general, it was what they'd always been in a way after all. She didn't need to neglect any part of her in favour of another, could be everything. Not separately but she could work those parts together into one piece, into one person, into herself.

. o O o .

This is still not the end, there are at least 2-3 more epilogues I have in mind but not written yet. One comes from a request so if you have any ideas or settings you want to see here, tell me about it and I'll see what I can do ;)

Epilogue 3

#What it means to be Chief #Epilogue 2 #hiccstrid #hiccstrid smut #hiccstrid fanfiction #httyd fanfiction #shipmistress9

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Something That Finds You: Chapter 8

Fandom: Zootopia Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps Rating: T WC: 3259 Summary: “Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you.“

In a time of tension in the land of Zootopia, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps are arranged to be married as a symbol of peace and unity. The only problem? They can’t stand each other (the 8 year age gap doesn’t help either). A story following Nick and Judy growing up together, through all the good and bad.

Chapter Selection: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7]-8-[9][10][11][12]

[AO3]

In order to prepare for married life, there were lessons.

Yes, lessons, meaning Judy and Nick were ordered to sit at a table in the manor’s study for the majority of their mornings and afternoons. They were trapped in front of a dusty, chalky blackboard, learning about how to run a manor, how to hire a staff, how to coordinate their outfits for dinner parties, or how to modify their family crest, among other thrilling topics.

While it was all rather (extremely) silly, Judy had never been one to do badly in school, and she wasn’t going to start now. She took notes feverishly, making sure to remember everything, no matter how silly or ridiculous. She wanted to prove to herself and to her betrothed that she was superior in some way; this seemed like the easiest way to do so.

Nick, on the other hand, was not as enthusiastic. He spent most meetings lounged back in his seat, doodling something on the corner of his parchment or making silly faces at her.

Judy wasn’t amused.

“Can you focus?” She hissed one afternoon. Their instructor was Miss Hufflethump, a stuffy-looking elder bunny with a dress that seemed to drape over her rather than fit her. She had turned her back to the two, scribbling something on the slate blackboard, which had given Judy the opportunity to snap at Nick.

“I am focusing,” Nick whispered back, smirking smugly. “I made a paper crane. Trust me, it required a lot of focus, Fluff.”

Judy’s eyes narrowed. “A paper crane?”

Nick gave a gentle push to the piece of parchment he’d folded into a bird. It slid across their shared desk and came to a stop before Judy’s incredulous glare.

“You’re welcome,” he winked.

“You’re so immature!” Judy whispered back harshly. “We’re supposed to pay attention! This stuff is important!” Okay, so the last sentence may or may not have been true, but it didn’t matter — she was trying to prove a point.

“No it’s not,” Nick snorted dismissively, turning his attention to another piece of parchment.

“If it wasn’t important, then we wouldn’t be learning about it,” Judy countered, though the phrase felt like it was more to reassure herself than to argue with him.

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Nick muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really!”

Okay, now he was just asking her to prove him wrong. Judy’s paw darted up directly into the air, a determined frown on her muzzle. “Miss Hufflethump!”

Nick snorted at ‘Hufflethump,’ like he always did.

“Yes, dear?” The elder bunny asked, turning around to look at her.

“Will we be tested on this information?” Judy asked.

Her instructor eyed her, puzzled. “No?”

Nick snickered.

Judy kicked him under the table.

“There’s no test!” Miss Hufflethump said sternly, pushing up her dainty glasses. Evidently she hadn’t seen Judy kick Nick. “You’re going to be married within a year! This is all directly applicatory information!”

“That’s what I keep trying to tell her, Miss Hufflethump,” Nick said. In the time between Judy asking her question and the instructor turning around, he had sat up straight, ears perked with feigned attention. “But you know, she just won’t listen! You would think with such big ears…”

Said ears flattened against Judy’s head. “You insufferable, ignorant, stupid—”

“Enough, you two!” Miss Hufflethump snapped, glaring crossly at the two. “Stop your bickering! Now, let’s return to our discussion for today; how to throw a celebratory brunch for your relatives!”

“How enlightening,” Nick mumbled.

Judy kicked him again.

The rest of their lessons went just as well. They would bicker through every dance class, every mannerisms lesson, every conflict resolution workshop (the last of which was highly ironic).

“Are you sure you two aren’t already married?” Their dance instructor had joked once.

Neither of the two were amused by this and continued to step on each other’s feet out of spite, just to prove that no, they weren’t.

While the two managed to remain civil in front of their parents, the instructors were bound to tip them off eventually.

And they did.

“I thought you promised you wouldn’t make a fuss over this!” Her mother lamented one evening. Judy was walking through the library nonchalantly, pretending like she wasn’t being berated for ‘accidentally’ spilling an inkwell on Nick’s lap.

“I didn’t make a fuss,” Judy replied, flipping open a random book — The History of Geology. “It really was an accident.” Okay, so that may or may not have been true. But Nick had deserved it! Nick had spent all of Miss Hufflethump’s lesson drawing mocking pictures of her. Doodles, really. Scribbles. Nick could go on and on about how he steered ships out of thunderstorms and how he was practically perfect in every way, but he definitely was no artist.

That didn’t mean that his amateur doodles of Judy standing over a mountain of vegetables as the “Queen of Carrots,” wasn’t any less annoying.

Her mother grabbed the book from her paws and snapped it shut. “You promised me, Judy. Don’t forget about your responsibilities to our people.”

“I know, I know,” Judy sighed, pulling her ears down and over her eyes. “I’m sorry. I haven’t forgotten, I just — Nick gets on my nerves! You should see the way he teases me!”

“You and your siblings tease all the time!”

“This is different!”

��How?”

“Nick is more…annoying about it.”

Her mother eyed her. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No!” Judy replied instantly (and loudly). Her mother looked alarmed by the outburst, so Judy repeated herself once more. “No,” she said, more calmly this time. The only thing worse than Nick’s teasing would be Nick teasing her for whining and trying to get her mother to solve everything. Like she was 5, or something. That wasn’t happening.

“Couples fight all the time, right?” Judy said reluctantly. “This is normal…I guess.”

“Yes, but, if he’s hurtful to you…”

“Mom, he’s not!” Judy assured her, placing a paw on her mother’s shoulder. “He’s never hurt me, not like that. He’s just irritating, that’s all.”

Very irritating.

Her mother looked relieved. “Well, that’s good. But Judith, please try to keep your behavior in check. Even if he teases you. We must keep appearances, remember.”

“Yes, mother,” Judy replied, and even though it was with a groaning sigh, she did mean it. Nick was driving her up the wall, and marrying him still wasn’t even on the list of things she wanted to do to him, but she did love her family and wanted to keep them happy and safe.

No matter what the cost.

Spring was steadily transitioning into summer, a rather insufferable one at that, and not just because of Nick (though that certainly was a factor). It was one of the hottest summers recorded in recent history, and Judy could hardly bear it.

She was perched by her bedroom window, exhausted after a long morning of lessons with Miss Hufflethump. The elder rabbit had a real fit with Judy today during a poise lesson. Nick and Judy had to practice good posture, as naturally, slouching even in the slightest would mean the end of the entire world, the entire universe, even. After Judy failed on multiple occasions to keep a book balanced on her head, Miss Hufflethump had lost in, going on and on about how Judy needed to take this more seriously, like Nicholas.

It. Was. Ridiculous.

And of course, Nick had gotten a kick and a pat on the back out of the whole thing (even though it wasn’t fair at all — everyone knew foxes’ heads were flatter and had smaller ears than bunnies). It had taken every ounce of Judy’s self-control to not go off on him again.

After such a strenuous start to the day, sitting by her big window and letting the faint summer breeze waft in was a welcome distraction for Judy. Though it still wasn’t quite enough. It was just about high noon by now, and the sun was blaring down so intensely Judy felt as if she could almost feel the weight of it, breathing down her neck, causing little beads of sweat to form on her forehead. Her 1000-pound dress wasn’t helping either. Something needed to be done.

The idea came to her on a hazy whim, one of the few coherent ideas she could form through this unbearable heat. She didn’t have any activities scheduled until dinner in the evening, leaving her plenty of time to sneak away and cool off.

She made sure to tip-toe, as she didn’t want to answer any prying questions as to where she was sneaking off to. She had to sneak past the servants, the staff, and just barely avoided her mother before she finally made it outside. Her destination? The Coney River, a small body of water less than a quarter mile from her home. The call of rushing water lured her out the front gates and around the back of the house, its cool relief beckoning her onward.

Judy ran down to the river giddily, cicadas humming and grass warming her feet. The stream was nestled at the bottom of a large hill, only a short walk from the manor. It led from the High Hills in the east and ran right into the western bay near town, but behind the manor, this area of the river was secluded, reserved only for the Hopps’ family. She knew her mother wouldn’t approve of her splashing around in river water, but when it was this hot out, Judy didn’t really care about what her mother wouldn’t like.

Glancing back and forth to make sure no one was nearby, she unlaced her dress quickly, leaving her only in her corset and drawers. Oh yes, her mother would certainly kill her if she saw her now. But once Judy hopped into the river, the last thing on her mind was whether or not she’d get in trouble for this. Instead, sweet relief. Cool, rushing, watery relief.

The stream wasn’t terribly deep, only 3 feet, possibly 4 in some of the deeper parts, but as Judy herself was barely 2.5 feet, the water was more than enough to engulf her. She dunked her head under the water, relishing in the feeling of the water rushing past her, soaking her clothes, smoothing over every last strand of fur. Her body felt deliciously numb and buoyant as the river reeds tickled her legs. No thoughts about wedding preparations or pleasing her family. Underwater, the world was silent and she could just float endlessly.

It was heavenly.

Until she came up for air.

She burst up from the water to catch her breath, and within seconds was greeted with an all-too-familiar, incredibly irritating voice.

“Hiya Cottontail!” Nick called out, walking over to the stream casually, paws behind his back. He was missing his usual suit jacket and instead wore a loosely-buttoned undershirt with a pair of trousers. Apparently, the heat was getting to him too. “Looks like you had the same idea as me.”

Judy’s first reaction was anger. Had he followed her?! He probably had. He was infuriating! However, her anger quickly evaporated into embarrassment. She was still only in her corset and undergarments! She was practically naked!

She masked her humiliation with a glare, dipping deeper into the water in an attempt to conceal herself. “What are you doing here?” She snapped, swimming back at he stepped closer. “Y-you need to leave!” She almost got away with not sounding nervous. Almost.

“It’s a public waterway, Fluff,” Nick snorted, eyes momentarily flickering to her crumbled up dress by the shore. “You don’t own it.”

“Well, we own the property! And this part of the river falls within our property line!” Judy huffed, growing more and more irritated by the minute.

“Well, we’re about to be married, so I think that makes it our property, wifey.”

If she hadn’t been in her undergarments, Judy definitely would have gotten up from the water and strangled him by now. “I am NOT your ‘wifey’!” she instead retorted hotly.

He shrugged and began to unbutton his undershirt. “Sure ya’ are. My future bunny wifey.”

Judy’s eyes widened as she glanced away quickly at the first sight of cream fur. She hated herself for blushing. “You’re insane,” she said tightly, forcing herself to stare at the water as Nick tossed his shirt aside. “Like, mentally deranged.”

“Maybe,” Nick said nonchalantly, and with that, jumped right into the water, causing a splash so large it jostled Judy in the water. He couldn’t have been more than 4 feet tall, so when he reemerged the water lapped around his upper chest. “I guess that’d make us perfect for each other, huh?”

Judy felt her cheeks grow even hotter as she continued to make a point of not looking directly at him. This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to see this much of him! They weren’t married! She wasn’t even sure she would even want to see him like this, even if they were.

Well, she had two choices. Either leave the river, not only letting him win but also possibly roasting to death, or she could stay and try to enjoy herself.

Considering she could still see waves of heat flickering over the hills of Bunnyburrow, she chose the latter.

Nick wasn’t going to push her around anymore. He could tease her all he wanted, but she wasn’t a little baby anymore.

So she continued to swim, though she made sure to keep her distance from him. It worked for a short while, Nick swam on his side and she swam on hers. She wasn’t able to let her guard down completely, as she didn’t want to accidentally flash too much of herself to Nick, but it was still nice to swim around the cool stream. She found herself incredibly self-conscious of the fact that he wasn’t wearing his undershirt. As much as she didn’t like him, she found herself glancing at him now and then, watching as he took long strides through the water.

Whatever. He looked pretty dumb, honestly, with his little head bobbing above the water. His fluffy, fat tail did too. It splashed around, making small waves as it bobbing up and out of the water lackadaisically. It was sort of cute.

And the moment that thought entered her mind, Judy felt herself grow even hotter because Nicholas Wilde was not cute in any way, shape, or form. He was annoying, cocky, and completely lacked a sense of humor. There was no way that she could possibly think any part of him was cute.

It was almost funny that just as she was thinking this, Nick stepped in to further prove her point. The moment her back was turned, she was splashed. And not just a little splash, but a big huge one, one that made water go up her nose and into her lungs and flipped her under the water and everything.

It took her a moment to register what had actually happened, as one minute she’d been swimming about, stewing silently, and the next she was tumbling head over tail under the water. But by the time she came up for air, she was greeted by Nick’s loud laughter, and no further explanation was needed.

“NICK!” She snapped through a mouthful of water, coughing and sputtering as she wiped at her eyes. “I’m going to — cough — KILL — sputter —YOU!”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” Nick taunted, already making his way upstream.

He was so incredibly dumb. Like, the dumbest fox Judy had ever known. And yet, she found herself smiling as she pursued him, feeding off all the dumb laughs and fake cries for help he emitted as Judy pursued him. “Help!” He wailed as Judy approached him, though he could barely keep a straight face. His ‘help’ sounded more like a laugh than a legitimate cry of fear. “This bunny has gone savage! She’s attacking me!”

Judy snorted as she finally caught up to him. She was panting slightly, even though she knew Nick had purposely swum a little bit slower than usual. Why did he want her to catch him? Didn’t that ruin the whole point of the game?

Nevertheless, she wasn’t going to back down from a challenge. Once she caught up to him, she gave her large bunny foot a swift and large thump, causing water to spray all over Nick.

“Hey!” The fox yelped, wiping at his eyes quickly.

“Gotcha!” Judy smirked, feeling satisfied.

“That you did, rabbit,” Nick laughed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I kind of let you.”

“No you didn’t!” Judy protested (she knew he had).

Nick splashed her as a reply. That led into an all-out war between the two, splashing and kicking water at each other until they were both soaked and gasping for air. Judy found herself laughing, actually laughing. Was she…having fun? With Nick?

They continued to splash each other in the water until Judy’s chest hurt from laughing so hard and her arms were sore from flinging water around. She dunked her head under the water to avoid Nick’s continued splashing, only resurfacing once she heard that he’d stopped.

She popped out of the water again, greeted by the sight of Nick looking down at her with a grin. “Wait a minute Carrots; is that a smile on your face?”

“No!” Judy smiled, wringing water out of her ears and looking away. “You blind fox!”

“I’m pretty sure that’s a smile, Fluff. Which means I actually made you laugh.”

“You’re crazy,” Judy said flippantly, tossing her ears over her shoulder.

“I guess I’m not that bad,” Nick smirked, leaning in closer to her. He was so much taller than ever. Judy had to crane her neck to make eye contact with him, gaze intent on avoiding the exposed creamy fur of his torso. “I, for one, can think of several people that would be worse to be betrothed to than me.”

And there it was. That word, betrothed. It felt so heavy, so…weighed-down. Restricting. As she felt herself opening up to him, she found that it wasn’t a welcoming feeling. Was she actually starting to like him? Or was her spirit just giving up, forcing herself to settle for a situation she still wasn’t thrilled about?

Her conflicting emotions combined with his smirk was even worse. His admittedly charming smile had warped into that sly, teasing, vulpine grin that reminded her of every teasing for and every insult they ever shared. It all popped the moment and brought Judy back to reality. And the reality was that she was currently in the river with a half-naked fox, her drawers were soaked and clinging to her thighs, and she was angry again.

“I’m leaving,” she replied suddenly, pulling away from him.

“Wait, what?” Nick’s smirk melted and he frowned, trying to grab her arm. “What’d I do? I thought we were getting along, Carrots.”

Judy yanked her arm out of his grasp. “We’re not! We’re being forced to. Now just…leave me alone.” She forced herself to ignore the look in his eye — was it disappointment? Frustration? She didn’t want to find out. Hating Nick would be easier than dealing with the conflicting emotions swirling and tumbling in her gut.

Without another word, she pushed herself onto shore and redressed quickly, not looking back even when Nick called her name. Not Carrots, Fluff, Cottontail, Long-Ears, or any of the other stupid nicknames.

Judy.

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