#or whatever and she made it herself and i m proud of her. aNYWAY. i'll answer asks in a bit. also! might be posting somthing too???? idk.

[jtstoryweaver]

Child or Double, Part 2

(Part 1 of this story is here.)

You pull the old children's clothes out of your dryer and hold them up critically. They'll be a bit big for the girl, but they'll do well enough for now.

"Little sister, are you around?" you ask the empty hallway.

There's a shuffle behind you, and you turn to see two young girls behind you, hand in hand. The one on the left is warier, while the one on the right is flickering gently—here one second, faded the next. You offer the clothes to the child on the left.

"Could you please take these to your sister? If she wants to come out of her room, I'll be making breakfast in a minute. If not, you can take her breakfast up to her."

Little eyes squint at you, and the girl on the left takes the clothes silently. The pair vanish, clothes and all.

As promised, you head downstairs and start clattering around with plates and pans. Pancakes, you think; even if the terrified child in Alan's old bedroom doesn't want any, the rest of your children will happily clean them up. They don't <em>need</em> to eat, but some of them enjoy it anyway.

There's a shuffling noise on the landing above, and light footsteps pad hesitantly down the stairs. You make sure to pretend you haven't noticed, moving to the far side of the kitchen before looking towards the door.

Two wide brown eyes peek back at you from around the door frame, and you smile. "Hello," you offer.

"'lo," she whispers.

"What would you like to eat?"

Her gaze darts towards the heaped platter of fresh pancakes. "You made pancakes."

You nod, setting the plate on the kitchen table and taking the milk out of the fridge. "I did, but you don't have to eat them if you don't want to. My kids are very happy about finishing off any leftovers."

Tiny white teeth dent her lower lip. "Cereal?"

"You can absolutely have cereal," you agree, opening the cupboard so that she can see the selection. "What kind?"

She points at the rice pops, and you pour them into a bowl and add milk.

A little more of her is visible now, and her bright red top tells you that she's wearing the clean clothes you sent. There's a pang in your heart, pain mixed with pleasure at seeing Alan's clothes on another child. "Are you comfortable eating at the table, or would you prefer to take them back to your room?"

Her eyes widen even more. "What if I get milk on the carpet?"

You smile, putting her cereal on the table and then backing off. "I promise you, that carpet's been through worse than a little spilled milk. I can always scrub it later."

Her lips press together in determination and she marches out into the kitchen. You half expect her to grab the bowl and spoon and scurry back to her room, but she pulls herself up onto the chair and digs in.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. So brave, this little one.

A moment later, part of the reason for her courage walks through the kitchen door. It's the girl's Doubler, still hand in hand with the child who used to look like Alan. "Is there room for us?" the girl's Doubler asks.

"Always, sweetheart," you tell her. The girl scrambles up next to her sister, the still-flickering child perforce taking the next seat along. You're almost certain that the additional child is Duncan, the Doubler who haunts your attic.

You're proved right a moment later when Duncan looks up at you. "M-mom? Is it okay if I look like this?"

"Of course it's okay," you reassure the most nervous of your children. "You can look like whatever you want. Did you want a new name?"

"N-no." Wonder of wonders, Duncan smiles tremulously at you. "I like being Duncan. I just like being a girl too."

"I'm proud of you, my daughter," you assure her.

Not being particularly demonstrative, Duncan looks away shyly. But the little smile is still on her lips, and she stops phasing in and out of reality.

The girl, who's about halfway through her cereal, pauses to stare at you. "What's your name?" she asks.

"Elaine," you say, leaving it open as to whether the girl tells you her name in return.

She nods. "I'm Diana."

From across the kitchen, you nod in acknowledgement. "I'm pleased to meet you, Diana."

Duncan nudges the Doubler sister. "Do you have a name?"

"No," she says, her lips turning down in a pout.

"Sara!" Diana declares. "I always wanted a sister called Sara."

The newly named Sara lights up. "I like it!"

Milk splashes on the table when Diana drops her spoon to hug her newly named sister, but you're not worried. Like the carpet in Diana's room, the table's seen much worse than a little spilled milk.

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(Okay, breakfast went on longer than I expected and I have more story to tell, so keep an eye out for Part 3!)

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

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When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

[agathaslittle]

Bad Dream - Little!Reader x Agatha Harkness

Summary: You slip into your headspace and have a bad dream while Agatha isn't home.

Requested by Anon: "Wondered if you’d write something for either 30, 38 or 50 from those fluff prompts?"

30. “I’m never going to leave you again. I promise.” 38. “You’re safe now, I’m here.” 50. “Its okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

Word Count: 996

Trigger Warnings: Age Regress.

A/N: Instead of choosing only one of those prompts, I decided to use all of them, hope you don't mind.

Requests are still open!

Sometimes Agatha disappeared.

Not in the most literal sense of the word, but that's how you felt.

A few times a year the witch would just tell you that she would be gone for a while and leave without saying much more. You knew this was because she didn't want to involve you in her plans, as Agatha was afraid someone would use you against her. So the less you knew, the better it would be.

Most of the time she came back in a week or so, always more powerful and clearly proud of herself, and even though part of you didn't understand why the witch was so obsessed with getting more and more power, you were also proud of her.

But then you started to regress and the witch started being even more careful about when she left, always making sure you were big before she left.

And then WestView happened. The biggest surge of power Agatha had ever felt in her entire life.

You were about to say you felt yourself slipping that afternoon when she gasped, getting up from the table without even finishing her lunch. She looked so anxious when she told you she had to go, that you didn't have the heart to stop her and trap her there with little you.

Surely you could hold out for only a few hours, the time the brunette promised you she would be gone.

Yes, you could handle it. Anything to see her happy.

And her idea really was just to scan the area, gather some information, and then go home. But when Agatha realized it, she was already cast as one of the main characters for the disturbing sitcom of none other than Wanda Maximoff.

And to make matters worse, time passed differently inside the Hex, and then in the blink of an eye it was nightfall, making all the neighbourhood to fall into a deep slumber, but Agatha couldn't close her eyes, thinking about you.

She didn't want to bring you to the madness that was that town, or risk the other witch hurting you in any way. But at the same time the brunette also couldn't sleep, knowing that she had made a promise that she would be back soon. Not knowing how you were was consuming the witch from the inside out.

And the truth was, you weren't doing very well.

In the beginning it was easy to stay big. You sat on the couch to watch a series so you would stay focused on something so the hours would pass more easily. And soon she'd would be back.

As the scenes played on television, you began to feel restless, squirming on the couch, seeking Agatha's embrace. Shaking your head you got up, going to your room to get Scratchy Junior.

I won't slip, you tried to convince yourself. You just needed something to cuddle with, that's all. Only until Agatha was back.

But then night came and as you had to accept that she wasn't coming back. The realization made you want to cry, sapping your willpower to stay big.

The tears only started to fall, however, after you layed in bed and fell asleep, dreaming that your mommy would never come back and that monsters could get you now that you were all alone.

You knew you shouldn't pester Agatha when she was away, unless it was an emergency. But as your eyes opened, still blurry with tears, and all you saw was darkness, it felt like a very urgent emergency.

With shaking hands you opened her necklace pendant, coming face to face with the mirror she had enchanted for you. It was connected to the mirror inside Agatha's brooch, the most convenient object for her, as she always took it with her. That way you would always have a way to communicate with her, without worrying about phone signals or whatever.

Agatha didn't need another second after hearing little you cry "m-mommy" to teleport back home, her heart breaking as she appeared beside the bed, watching your body shake under the blanket from the force of your sobs.

And your crying got even worse when the blanket was pulled down to uncover her face, making you scream in despair "MOMMY!" and thrash against the arms that suddenly enveloped you.

"You're safe now, I'm here," Agatha hugged you even tighter, waiting for your heart to slow down and for you to realize she really was there with you. You stopped struggling and buried your face on her neck, still sobbing heavily.

"I-I thought you w-wouldn't come back anym-more, mommy," you stuttered the almost incomprehensible sentence, letting more tears wet the old-fashioned dress she was wearing.

"I'll always come back for you, baby, always," she kissed your temple and then your cheek, tasting the salt of your tears. She had caused this pain in you and wouldn't forgive herself if she did it again, “I'm never going to leave you again. I promise."

"You won't let the monsters get me, r-right?" You pouted.

"If any monster tries to get my girl, I'll kick their ass," she smirked.

You giggled, whispering an adorable "okay then," before yawning, the tiredness from crying finally taking its toll.

"It's late, angel, go back to sleep, I'm not leaving your side," Agatha told you, stroking your hair soothingly.

The mention of the time made your eyes open again, searching hers, "did I wake you mommy?"

She shook her head, "It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," she kissed your eyes as they closed once again, "but now I know I'll sleep very well with my baby beside me."

Agatha knew that sooner or later she would have to take you inside the Hex, not wanting to risk leaving you alone again.

But that's a problem for tomorrow's Agatha, she thought as your soft breath lulled her to her own sleep, her arms still protectively around you, so no monsters would ever reach you.

[prinsomnia]

my Art Pal Pixie Labrador released another single! Made art for it too, am so so excited about this. Always a pleasure to make art for this lovely gal! 

Give it a listen: https://open.spotify.com/track/2p1lWyVwpQXPbp7FiiLnUW

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[sevi007]

Rated: T (dips a toe into M? Maybe?)

Pairing: Eva/Sparda

Word Count: 5701

Tags: Romance, Massage, Flirting, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff...

Summary:

The veil between the human world and Hell is starting to thin, old seals cracking and barely holding up. Sparda is determined to be once again the shield of humanity and works tirelessly to find a solution - even at the cost of his own health, it seems. Eva is having absolutely none of that and intervenes. If he cannot take care of himself like he should, then she will.

Story to read here:

On the fourth night of his return from his latest trip, Eva couldn’t take it anymore.

 The past days, she had done everything in her power to stomp down the worry which had started to creep up on her every time she noted that she still hadn’t seen Sparda really leave his work to eat, much less to sleep. She had rarely ever seen him outside of his study at all, and if, then only because he had left the room to grab some resource he needed before he was right back at it.

It was not the distance between them that worried her. She did not have to miss him – he was right there, always in reach for her, always ready to pause long enough to give her a tired smile, or pull her in for a quick kiss which he seemed to long for just as much as she did.

 What had her bite her tongue so as not to say something, fear gripping her heart, was the dark circles starting to shimmer under his eyes, the way he seemed to sag just slightly instead of standing tall, and gaze becoming unfocused more and more often.

No matter how she tried to push it away at first, worry churned in her gut, niggled at her mind and left her feeling cold. His limitations were different, he had assured her as much often enough, endurance far beyond anything a human could even imagine.

Different, but not endless, she reminded herself, on that fourth night, standing in the hallway in the dark in front of the study, dim light from within signalling it was occupied again. He’s not immune to exhaustion either. .

If he was not going to take care of himself, she would have to do it for him.

With that thought she straightened and slipped into the dimly lit room.

 She found him exactly where she had expected him; sitting in front of the enormous desk he preferred to work at, bent low over an array of papers, notes and open books strewn over its surface. The singular desk lamp provided just enough light to illuminate the lines of his frown, the haphazard way some strands of hair fell all around his face – ran his hand through it again while thinking, she observed – and the straight, hard line of his shoulders.

Right as she approached, he let himself fall against the backrest hard enough to make the wood groan under his weight, one hand coming up to pinch the bride of his nose with a sigh.

 The sight along squeezed her heart, unpleasant and harsh, and she paused briefly in her approach, wavering. She couldn’t help him in his work that much she knew. Unravelling seals between entire realms, more and more demons crossing the borders, possibly enemies of old rising again – all of that was far out of her league. She could barely grasp the sheer enormous concept of it, sometimes! If anything, she would be more nuisance than help in this fight, should it be picked up again where it had been left off two thousand years ago.

She knew all of that.

But still.  

Eva took in the proud man slumped in his chair, emitting annoyance and exhaustion in equal parts like a fire would emit heat.

Still. At least let me support him where I can.

 Fairly sure he had sensed her ever since she approached down the hallway, Eva still took the time to clear her throat lightly, announcing herself a heartbeat before she was in reach of him. The moment her hands settled on his shoulders, stroking forwards and down until she was hugging him from behind, Sparda sighed deeply, some of the tension leaking from his frame as he tilted his head back against her shoulder. “Eva.”  

Pressing a greeting kiss against his temple she asked lowly, “Made some progress yet?”

“Not enough,” the sigh which followed tickled her ear where he had turned and nuzzled against her, the gentle sensation a harsh contrast to the disappointment in his voice. “Not nearly enough.”

She had suspected as much but hearing it out loud still sent a wave of cold surging through her. The papers and notes strewn haphazardly before her made little sense to her, even those in tongues she could read, yet together they spoke of how much he had tried. How much had failed.

“If I cannot find a way to reinforce the seals again…,” Sparda trailed off without naming the consequences. Even without him saying it, it stood in the room, made shadows loom higher and temperatures drop.

It was instinct which made Eva tighten her grip around him, breathing him in and hold on tight, as if it would change a single thing. He did much the same, hand coming up to pull her closer, breath hitching as he held her.

 They stayed like that for what could have been seconds or hours both, before Eva drew a deep, fortifying breath, carefully untangling herself from the embrace. Lamenting about the future would not get them anywhere; and it wasn’t what she had come to do here, anyway. “You need to rest, dear.”

There was the softness of adoring fondness in his gaze as he looked at her, yet he shook his head still, as she had suspected he would. A vague gesture encompassed the entirety of the workload before him. “This needs to be done.”

“Yes it does. But you won’t be any good for anything if you work yourself into the ground.” Moving around the chair swiftly, Eva slipped into his lap without any resistance whatsoever, effectively blocking his way towards the desk altogether. Of course he could have lifted her off with a single hand if he wanted to; she was only counting on the fact here that he wouldn’t simply dismiss her like that.

Sparda knew that just as well. He didn’t try to fight her, made room for her by leaning against the backrest again. Even the stubborn set of his jaw couldn’t quite cover just how ready he really was to give in. Reaching out with both hands, Eva tried to smooth out the harsh lines of it, thumbs digging in slightly to coax him into loosening his jaw and stop him from grinding his teeth. “Let’s not think about tomorrow, not about what-ifs and responsibilities. Just for this one night, rest, Sparda. A night of sleep and tomorrow, your work will provide results for sure.”

For a second, he wavered. Maybe pride would not let him give in so easily, maybe it was his sense of duty. Then he sighed, seeming to sag even further into her. A weak smile tugged at his lips. “You’re right. Of course you are.”

Relief flooded her like a wave cresting, and Eva let out a shuddering breath. She hadn’t been sure how convincing she would be. Laughing with the lightness of it, she teased, “Oh, I know. I’m just glad you agree.”

“I know better than to argue with you. And besides…” his smile grew, still tired, still timid in comparison, but warm no less as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, so tender it felt like a whisper, “… I missed having you sleep next to me.”

“Me, too. I barely slept without you there,” and worrying about you the whole time, she didn’t say, but was fairly sure he heard nonetheless. She pushed to her feet, taking hold of the hand still resting against her cheek with both of hers and holding on, so that he couldn’t possibly back out again of his promise. “Come on. Let’s make up for some of that lost time, at least.”

 Sparda’s smile curled wider while he let her tug him to his feet – only to fall in a wince as he stood, carefully rolling his shoulders and neck with a hiss. Eva was there in an instant, hands fluttering over his shoulders, fussing, “Alright?”

“I’m starting to remember why desk work was never my favourite…”

It was said as a joke, dry and curt, but Eva couldn’t really laugh at it. “Sore?

“Mh,” another careful move, another wince. “There is a difference between swinging a sword and a pen, and I’m more used to the former.”

Seeing him lean towards the stroke of her hands over whatever bit of skin she could reach, eyes fluttering closed briefly in clear pleasure, an idea started to form in Eva’s mind. She had wanted him to relax and rest, and she had wanted to help him in doing so. Maybe she actually could, she thought, excitement bubbling up inside her.

Giddy with the possibilities, she rose to the tip of her toes, pressing a quick kiss to Sparda’s cheek. “I’ve got an idea.”

One eyebrow arched at her, some of his old humour flickering over his face. “Ah. Should I be worried?”

“Maybe,” she only thrilled as his smile deepened, laughing. “To the bedroom with you. Shoo, go on. I will join you in a second.”

The sly humour only became more prominent on his expression. He wanted to ask, she knew, but he let her have her fun; made a show of shooting her a suspicious look over his shoulder when he turned to follow her instructions but didn’t pressure it.

 Making sure he was well on his way to the bedroom – and not about to go back to work as soon as she turned her back – Eva darted off down the hallway to the bathroom, her goal clear in her mind.

It did not take her long to locate the small bottles of massage oil she was looking for. It was not unusual for him to rub her shoulders whenever she got tense, and the half-empty state of one of them as well as the fact that they were stashed where they could be easily grabbed only emphasized that.

Sniffing at both of the oils quickly, she settled on the one which had little smell altogether, but would warm up when applied; while the other one, flowery and aromatic, was her personal favourite, it very likely would only serve to overwhelm Sparda’s sharp sense of smell. The last thing she wanted!

Cleaning up and putting back what she didn’t need, Eva clutched the oil she had chosen tightly to her chest, careful not to drop it in her rush to the bedroom.

 Sparda had settled on the edge of the bed, chin resting on his fist and gaze distant, waiting. When Eva entered his gaze found hers immediately and he stood with a smile, hand reaching for her in a silent invitation.

She wanted to follow it; she would follow it, just not in the way he probably expected. Keeping her distance was difficult, every instinct telling her to step into his embrace as fast as she could, but she withstood, making a twirling motion with her finger and directing, “Okay, shirt off, and then lay on the bed face down.”

He stopped, arm slowly lowering again when he realized she wouldn’t immediately join him, puzzlement furrowing his brow. “What for?”

Of course he would prod until he understood what was going on. It was alright. She might have very well been the only person he took any orders from, yet ordering him around was not what she intended in the slightest, here. She was taking care of him, not making him do things against his will. “I’m going to give you a massage so you will be sure to get a good night’s sleep. How does that sound to you?”  

Instead of clearing things up, the explanation only seemed to stump him further. Sparda blinked slowly, once, twice, eyebrows reaching his hairline. Something very akin to wariness flicked over his expression as he cleared his throat. “Eva, that is… very kind of you…”

“… but not necessary?” She knew she had taken the words right out of his mouth when he rubbed his chin, shrugging. She sighed, crossing her arms. “Sparda, how many times have you massaged my shoulders already when I spent too much time reading in the same position?”

Another slow blink. “Hm.”

“A few times,” she surmised. “Was it necessary every single time?”

“Of course. You were in pain.”

“And you are not, right now?” She could actually pinpoint the exact moment when she had him; the second his eyes darted away from hers, ever so briefly, before snapping back. Yet he didn’t seem to waver on his opinion, not giving her any hint that he was going to give in.

 Oh for the lord of… stupid, noble, selfless man. Her heart lurched, frustration and affection rushing through her both at once. Eva shook her head, her posture softening when she crossed the distance over to him, reaching so she could cradle his face in her hands. He leaned down just enough so she could, comfortably, so he was not as unswayable on this as he seemed.

“You,” she murmured, shaking her head fondly, “are such an utter dolt sometimes, you know that?”

Surprise flickered in his eyes, followed by amusement, and he laughed quietly, leaning further into her. “I’m hearing that for the first time right now.”

“My bad, I should have told you sooner,” laughing at him when he raised his eyebrows in consternation, she paused, before adding much more sternly, “Care to tell me why I can’t take care of the man I love?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to! That’s the whole point!” Leaning in until they were forehead to forehead, she searched for his gaze, held it. Tried to make him see. “I always want to take care of you, make sure you’re alright. Most of the time, I can’t do anything to make it easier for you… but this time, I can help you. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

He hadn’t protested yet, hadn’t tried to persuade her to let it go. Surely, that was a good sign? Her thumb swiped over his cheek, her nose nudged his. Imploring, pleading. “Let me, Sparda. Please?”

Something in his calm expression cracked at the last word, and he sighed deeply, fondly. “… I simply cannot say No to you. Fine.”

 It took all her willpower not to actually whoop in triumph when he stepped away from her, even if Eva immediately felt cold with the distance between them. She watched as he reached down and tugged the white shirt he was wearing up and over his head in one fluid motion, not even bothering to turn away from her.

Because that was something they could do now - admire each other openly with looks and touches and words alike, instead of averting their gaze quickly in fear of getting caught, or keeping their distances so as not to touch. It had taken them long enough to get to this point, and it was still so new that it was simply exhilarating.

Or maybe it would always be just as amazing as the first time. Only time could tell.

And because she could, now, Eva whistled lowly, jokingly, at the nicely toned upper body revealed to her gaze, laughing when Sparda rolled his eyes at her fondly even though he was smiling himself. She could have sworn he flexed his muscles just a bit more than necessary when he chucked the shirt over his shoulder and neatly onto the nearby chair without even turning around to look, the show-off.

 Once he had flopped, face first, onto the bed and shuffled until his head was resting on his crossed arms, everything else stretched out leisurely, Eva crawled onto the bed herself and, without missing a beat, swung her leg over him so she sat astride his hips. She shifted a bit, testing, before she asked, “Comfortable?”

“Mh-m,” the answer was almost lost in the back of his hands.

“Tell me when I get too heavy up here.”

She could feel him laugh, low and rumbling, and that was actually quite a nice feeling, she decided. Point one in favour of doing this again in the future. “Eva, I can hardly feel you. You’re light as a feather.”

“You sure know how to make a lady feel good about herself.” Popping open the bottle of oil in time with his amused huff, she poured a small amount of it onto her palms. The bottle was banished to the nightstand for now, just in arm’s reach, and she rubbed her hands together, feeling strangely giddy with the job she had in front of her. “Ready?”

“Do be gentle with me,” the lilt of his voice gave away Sparda’s smile even when she couldn’t see his face, and she blew out a breath to cover her own laugh. As if he would ever believe that she would hurt him. Or could, for that matter.

And yet when she lay his hands on his shoulders, not even pressing yet, simply resting there, she felt a tension there far beyond hurting, knotted muscles. He was tensing up as if to prepare himself for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on yet, bracing himself.

It made her heart twist painfully, and she gently stroked over his shoulders, willing him to relax, to trust. “Shhhh, dear. It’s just me. Just me.”

A shuddered breath, and Sparda nodded, jerkily. Some of the tension leaked out of his frame, and Eva dared to breathe again. Now, she could really start her work.

And she did, fingers rubbing gently in, instead of simply stroking over the skin.

 The amount of resistance she was met with made her splutter, smile dripping off her face immediately. “What the… Sparda, what did you do?”

“Pardon?”

“This can’t possibly be healthy! I thought you heal from everything!”

“I heal from wounds and illnesses. Things that need to be repaired and knitted back up. I have found sore muscles apparently don’t fall into that category,” Sparda tried to turn, making her yelp as she overbalanced, and immediately settled back down when she pushed against him in warning. Still, he tried to turn his head to see what she was doing, surprise clear in his voice. “Why? Is it that worrisome?”

“Look forward, you’re twisting your neck up – and worrisome is one way to say it. Some of these knots feel like they’ve been there for a few centuries!” His quiet, perplexed laughter shook her through and she smiled back out of reflex at the sound, even while frowning and digging in harder. Her thumbs alone couldn’t do anything against what could only be called cords of steel making up the entirety of his shoulders and upper back, so she resorted to bringing the balls of her hands into it, putting her weight into each push. “Really now, when was the last time someone gave you a massage?”

“I can’t-…” he interrupted himself briefly, breath hitching when she dug her thumb in in a circular motion against a hard muscle under his shoulder blade. He fairly melted beneath her once it started loosening. “…-can’t recall a single instance of that ever happening.”

“No?”

The shock lacing her voice was not even faked for the sake of humour. If that was true, then it was not only a grave oversight, but very nearly a crime in her books, Eva decided. He absolutely deserved to be pampered and taken care of in any capacity. And anyway, this was also fun, or at least she thought so. Seeing him feel good because of something she had done for him – and so simple at that! – made pride and affection bubble in her chest.

Clucking her tongue, she redoubled her efforts, bending to press a kiss to a knob of his spine in between. Hoping it would convey a We should have done this before as well as a soft I love you. The oil left on her lips was absolutely worth it in exchange for the purring sigh he emitted at the contact. “Well, now you’ve done it. I’m going to give you so many massages from now on, you’re going to get sick and tired of them.”

Some of the tension she had so diligently worked out returned, a deep breath raising her entire weight an inch into the air where she sat astride him. For a second she thought he would protest, readying herself already to counter it with something along the lines of oh no mister, I will take care of you, just you watch me – then he sagged again with a deep sigh that edged into defeated fondness. “I… wouldn’t grow tired of it, if you did.”

She gaped at him, halting in her movements for a beat, before she laughed brightly, thrilled. “That good, yes?”

“Mmmmm,” turning his head slightly, Sparda smiled, gaze heavy and warm. “You missed your calling as a masseuse, it seems.”

“Flatterer.”

But even as she said it, teasing and fond both, Eva couldn’t help but preen a little. Hearing she was doing such a good job to the point of him agreeing to do it again… it certainly didn’t hurt her confidence. Still grinning, she reached to get more oil, determined to make this as good as she possibly could.

 A pattern developed after that, her work almost feeling like a trance. Broad strokes all up and down his shoulders and back to find the muscles which had twisted and knotted up unpleasantly, then switching to hard pressure and rubs until they eased out. Once she was sure everything was sleek and relaxed again, she would stroke with her finger tips, nearly tickling, comforting the reddened skin and listening to him purr loudly in contentment, before then repeating the whole thing all over again.

Every now and then, Sparda’s breath caught, or he hissed when she first started on another knot. Every time it started relaxing again, he would groan, sometimes close to a growling moan, and stretch and shift beneath her. Mixed in with his constant purring, it became sort of like a soothing melody accompanying her work, further making her feel as if in a trancelike state.

It was… nice. More than nice, if Eva was honest, subtly shifting her weight now and then while internally laughing at herself.

 Around the time she was very nearly finished, his entire shoulders and upper back done and her hands currently working along the small of his back, it occurred to Eva that Sparda was getting restless; hips shifting enough he almost had her loose her balance once or twice, arms moving about with little sense and tucking a pillow closer to himself so he could hide his face in it.

Restlessness was the exact opposite of what the massage was supposed to do, and it had her frowning. It was as if he was keeping himself constantly moving to distract himself. Was he still being stubborn about sleeping instead of working?

Tapping her fingers rapidly against his back to garner his attention, she almost had to laugh when he twitched so wildly it almost threw her off.

“Eva?” Even his voice anything but relaxed, straining and gravely instead.

“It’s alright if you fall asleep during this, you know,” she told him, amused. “That would actually be a huge compliment.”

He shifted, shoulders tensing briefly – she smacked him lightly for it, no ruining my work – before he grumbled something that sounded very close to a petulant, “Don’t want to sleep.”

“Oh? What do you want to do, then?”

If he was going to say work, she would absolutely pummel him with a pillow, Eva decided, getting back to digging her thumbs along his spine and pushing up slowly.

There was a strained quality to the silence that enveloped them then, seeming to tighten to the point of near-snapping the longer it went on. It actually made her feel a flicker of worry, had her pausing her ministrations. “Sparda?”

The sheets rustled beneath as he stretched, one long, sinuous movement, and turned his head to the side to the point where he could glance at her. The one eye she could make out from underneath tousled white was burning bright, a crackling electric blue, and his voice hoarse as he growled out, “I want to ravish you.”

Oh.

Oh, well.

Well that would be a huge compliment, too, a little, very unhelpful part of her mind that hadn’t immediately stuttered to a halt informed her cheekily.

 She just knew she had to be gaping at him when he released a sound somewhere between laugh and growl, drawing her attention back to him. “You have no idea what you do to me, have you?”

“It’s…” just a massage, had been on her tongue, but she swallowed it. The moment it had crossed her mind, she had to admit that she might actually understand it. Not only because the proceedings were slowly but surely starting to affect her as well, slow, sweet arousal pooling low in her belly like finest, heated honey with every hitching breath, every punched out groan and minute shift of his hips between her thighs. But also because he had never experienced something like it before, if his words were to be taken at face-value, and the intimacy of it, the physicality mixed with unwavering affection and care, might have actually resulted in an outcome he simply hadn’t seen coming when agreeing to this.

Affection and understanding bloom in her chest at the thought, and she impulsively leaned down for another kiss to his back that had him breathe out deeply, slowly, his eye fluttering closed briefly.

 It made him look almost pained, for a moment, but most of all it made him look exhausted. And that was what snapped Eva back out of her surprise and the arousal coiling low in her belly for good – all this talk aside, he was still tired. And even if he was temptation incarnate right now – as always? a tiny voice supplied - she was not yet so lust-addled that she wouldn’t take care of him first, before letting any ravishing take place.

This was about making Sparda feel good and relax him until he could rest, after all, not working him up and exerting him even more.

And she knew, suddenly and clear, that he knew it as well. His words were certainly no empty promise – oh they weren’t - the want and intent there, yet he had made no move to let actions follow them as he usually would. It was enough to tell her he was aware of the fact that he was, indeed, too tired for whatever had just crossed his mind, no matter how much he wanted to.  

 Suddenly the whole thing was almost hilarious to her, and she actually laughed; not unkindly, and not at him. Maybe a bit at the both of them.

God, we’re like teenagers all over again, aren’t we?

With a last tender stroke down the length of his back, feeling him sigh, she pushed herself up, scooting forward (forget about the oil staining her pants, who cared right then) until she could bend low and kiss him, a light thing he accepted and responded to readily. She stayed close even after pulling back, murmuring gently, “Let’s save that for tomorrow, hmmm? When you’re not so likely to fall asleep on me in the middle of it.”

“Mmmh,” his hand slipped free from under his chin, capturing her hand closest to him. He nuzzled into the palm of it, leaving a kiss there before releasing her again. Blue eyes like sheer banked fire blinked up at her, heavy-lidded and sleepy. “Such good arguments, my lady. Very well.”

“Smart man,” she praised while she moved back again, laughing when he snorted loudly. “Now let me finish up here, okay?”

There was no answer, apart from him shifting his hips (she imagined it might be to take the pressure off, and flushed at the thought) and burying his face in the pillow again, anticipation radiating off of him in waves. It made her laughter ring out like bells in the room. Oh, how glad she was she had suggested this in the first place! She only wished she had done so sooner. Taking care of him was exhilarating.

 The final movements of the massage she had in mind was actually something she had seen and picked up from a professional once and felt confident it would prove as a perfect culmination; slow, swiping strokes down the length of the back, left and right of the spine. Circles outwards, down the sides, then back up the middle of the back. The same straight path from before retraced, up all the way to the shoulders, shifting into little circling motions over the shoulders outwards. Minimal pressure behind it all the whole time. Rinse and repeat a few times.

By the forth pass, Sparda’s breath had evened out he could have very well been asleep, relaxed to the point of being utterly limp.

Considering her work done, Eva scooted carefully to the side until she kneeled beside him on the mattress, hands held up into the air so she wouldn’t accidentally smear the sheets and blankets.

“Be right back.” She kept her voice down to a whisper, just in case he had really fallen asleep.

A hum robbed her of that notion; still awake, though sounding as if he would drift off any second now. He didn’t even as much as twitch when she got up and left the room. It nearly made her skip in joy, congratulating herself on a job well done.  

 A quick run to the bathroom later, any residual oil washed off from hands and face, Eva felt about ready to sleep, herself. Contentment and tiredness settled in her limbs, making her feel comfortably heavy and sleepy by the time she returned to the bedroom.

In the middle of a good stretch, she paused in the doorway, taking in the sight before her with a smile.

Sparda had rolled over onto his back while she was gone, laying there all sprawled and loose-limbed. His left arm was stretched to her side of the bed, just right for her to slip into his embrace, the right arm flopped over his eyes. Still his chest rose and fell so evenly, anyone could have thought him sleeping.

And yet he must have heard her return, for he raised his arm just enough to blink at her from under it. When she didn’t move immediately, he made a low sound in his throat, flapping his left hand against the mattress in a universal gesture of invitation. He looked close to pouting at not having her close, eyes imploring even through the tiredness.

 The love which had bubbled up in her chest, almost choking her, over spilled, bright and golden, and Eva was across the room in two strides, readily crawling into his arms as fast as she could, all while laughing brightly. Immediately she was tugged closer, Sparda rolling over and all but wrapping himself around her entire form, face coming to rest in the crook of her neck with a satisfied kind of huff.

Eva wrapped her limbs around him as well, couldn’t get close enough while she grinned into his tousled hair, loving the tickle of it on her face. “We will do that again. Relaxed looks way too good on you.”

She had expected an imitated agreement; he had seemed taken with it enough, earlier. Instead she was surprised by the feel of him taking a deep, nearly shuddering breath, arms tightening around her while he murmured into her skin, “I love you.”

Oh. Oh that was not fair, not when she was already all soft and sappy with love for him. She would cry if this kept going and it would be all his fault. Hugging him ever tighter, she breathed him in, voice brimming with emotions. “I love you, too.”

A hum rumbled through her, and a kiss was pressed against her skin. His lips tickled against her as he murmured, “Sleep.”

“Yes, you should,” she agreed, running a hand through his hair affectionately.

Strangely enough, he laughed at that, low and warm and utterly content. Before she could ask what was so funny, he suddenly nipped at her pulse point, hard and just right, making her jump and yelp in surprise as heat pierced through her. “I meant you should sleep, Eva. After all…”

Suddenly he was hovering over her, having pushed himself up onto his elbow so seamlessly she hadn’t even noticed it. The heat in his gaze when he smirked down at her, leaning in until his hot breath hit her lips, had her tongue stick to the roof of her mouth, heartbeat picking up dramatically while she froze under him despite herself, half-perplexed, half-anticipatory.

“… you should be well rested when I make good on my promise to ravish you.”

 Maybe laughing was not the most appropriate response to that, no matter how fond and thrilled and slightly breathless it was; yet Eva couldn’t help it, despite – or maybe because of - the excited shiver running through her. Luckily, Sparda seemed to be of the same mind, chuckle warm and fond when he smiled in response.

Linking her arms behind his neck and one leg over his thigh, Eva pulled him in close so his weight blanketed her again, just like it should be. Nudging the tip of his nose with hers, she murmured, “Looking forward to it.”

He was still smiling when he followed her pull readily; they both were. It made the soft kiss they shared a bit awkward, enough to make them breath laughter into it, but neither seemed to mind too much, both quite happy with how things were.

 And when Sparda’s breaths, tickling and warm against her neck, shifted into the deep, calm pattern of sleep not too long after, Eva wrapped herself all the more tightly around him, determined to let him have his peace for a few hours, to keep him safe and sound in any way she could.

The world could have its protector back tomorrow.

Right then, he was all hers.