#overdrive is like. makes my head hurt in a good way. is the best way i can describe it.

[forffax]

not putting it in the tags of last post bc I don't wanna spoil it but man. Classics of lotus juice 2 me

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Regrets & Apologies -Oneshot

Word count: 2338

“For fuck’s sake Bucky,” Y/N huffed, running her hands through her hair.  “I understand that you feel protective over me, and I love and appreciate that about you, but my god if you follow me to the grocery store again–”

“So sue me if I’m worried about you,” Bucky retorted angrily.  “If the wrong people were to find out you’re with me–”

“Don’t,” Y/N said.  “Stop it.  I don’t want to have this conversation again.  You are a free man, in both mind and body.  And in case you forgot, I can take care of myself,” she said, holding her hand up as a ball of fire emitted from her palm briefly before closing her fingers around it, making it disappear.

“I know you can,” Bucky groaned.  

“Then you obviously don’t trust me enough to do it,” Y/N said sadly.  “And I don’t know what’s worse: being tailed at all times because you don’t trust other people, or knowing you don’t trust me to be able to handle danger by myself.  You know what?  Never mind, the second one is worse,” she sniffled, her emotions getting the best of her.  “You’ve seen me in the field, and you still don’t believe in me?”

Bucky’s eyes widened.  “No, no that’s not it at all.”

Y/N shook her head and shut her eyes tight.  “I can’t do this.  I’m taking a walk.”  She turned and started heading for the elevator.

Bucky was angry, and now hurt, and reacted badly.  “Fine, go run away from handling our problems!”

“I don’t have a problem, Barnes,” Y/N shot back at him, punching the elevator button then walking inside, turning to look at him with near-literal fire in her eyes.  “It’s just you.”

Her glare haunted him as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone on their shared floor.  Bucky tried to breathe evenly, the panic setting in at not being near her.  He knew he had a problem, he just wasn’t willing to admit it.  Ever since they had first started dating each other his protectiveness had kicked into overdrive, making him follow her while she was out running errands to make sure she was okay, constantly checking in, and even worse, getting in the way on missions because he wouldn’t leave her side.  She was well trained and had her powers to protect her, yet he for some reason was constantly on edge and afraid of losing her to something in his past.  God I need more therapy, he thought.  He paced back and forth in their apartment, trying to let her go on that walk alone.  They both needed space to cool off and think.  He had to let her be.  He had to show her he could trust her.  Bucky let out a loud yell in frustration and holed himself away in their room.

***

2 hours later

“Doll, I’m sorry, please come back home.  Let’s talk about this.”

***

4 hours later

“Okay, I’m trying not to freak out, but you need to text or call and let me know you’re okay.  Where are you?”

***

7 hours later

Bucky was rocking back and forth on their bed, holding himself as he held his phone tight in his flesh hand, waiting for it to ring or buzz.  It was almost 11:00 at night, and he hadn’t heard from her.  Something wasn’t right.  This wasn’t normal, even during a fight.  She would at least let him know where she was and that she was safe, even if she didn’t plan to come back that night.  He felt like he was in withdrawal, the unknown eating away at his heart by the second.

The phone rang and he nearly threw it from how bad it scared him, but he quickly answered it.  “Doll?  Where are you?  Are you okay?”

“Is this James Barnes?” A voice said.

Bucky froze.  “Yes.”

“This is Dr. Harris at Mount Sinai Hospital.  Miss Y/N Y/L/N is here.  She just went into surgery after being struck by a car in downtown Manhattan.”  Bucky gasped, a chill running down his spine.  “You’re listed as her emergency contact.  I would suggest coming down as soon as possible.”

“I’m coming now.  Doc, how bad is it?” he asked hesitantly.

“She was stable going into surgery.”

That wasn’t a good enough answer for him, but he choked back a sob in relief that she was at least still alive and fighting.  “I’ll be there soon,” he said quickly, then hung up.  Bucky ran through their floor, gathering things for himself and for Y/N, then had Friday inform the other Avengers about what was going on.  When he reached the parking garage he flung the duffle onto his back and hopped on his motorcycle, revving out like a bat out of hell.  He reached the hospital in record time, parking then running inside inhumanly fast.

Bucky dashed to the receptionist desk.  “Y/N Y/L/N, just got into surgery, what floor is that on?” he barked at the receptionist.

“Visiting hours are over, sir,” the receptionist said, barely glancing at him.

Bucky smacked his metal arm onto the counter, making it crack and she jumped and stared at him.  She seemed to recognize him and shrunk back when she saw the metal hand.  “Floor number.  Now,” he demanded.

“Four,” she whispered.

Bucky gave her a curt nod then ran over to the elevator.  He pushed the button and took the elevator up to the fourth floor, his entire body feeling jittery with anxiety.  When the doors opened he ran down the hall to the second reception area.  “Y/N Y/L/N, in surgery.  Dr. Harris called me?” he huffed at the nurse.

The nurse’s eyebrows raised in recognition then turned and picked up a phone, dialing a number.  “Dr. Harris?  Y/N Y/L/N’s emergency contact is here.”  He hung up the phone and turned to Bucky.  “He’ll be right out.”

Bucky nodded and stepped back towards the chairs in the waiting area in front of the reception desk.  A couple of minutes later a man came walking down the hall.  “Sergeant Barnes?” he asked Bucky.

“Dr. Harris?” Bucky replied.

Dr. Harris shook his hand.  “She’s still in surgery.  They’re fixing a major fracture in her tibia, along her shin.  Otherwise she was really lucky with a minorly fractured collarbone.  No other injuries.”

Bucky sighed, his jaw tightening.  “That’s…that’s good.  What happened?”

Dr. Harris minutely shrugged.  “From what the paramedics said, she was in a crosswalk and some idiot came barreling around the corner through the red light.”

“Were they caught?” Bucky nearly growled.

“Yes.  They had the good sense to not hit and run,” Dr. Harris said.

Bucky nodded.  “Okay, good.  So…what now?”

“She’ll be in a boot for six months, and she’ll need a wheelchair then crutches during that time until she heals enough to walk.  Her collarbone will be set with her arm in a sling, and that’ll take about 10-12 weeks.  It’ll be a lot of physical therapy and patience, and she’ll need a lot of help.”

“No problem.  She has plenty of help,” Bucky said quickly.  “When will she be out of surgery?”

“Should only be about another hour,” Dr. Harris said, glancing at his watch.  “The surgeon will come out when it’s over and give you an update, then when she’s put in a room for recovery you can see her.”

Bucky nodded again and thanked him before Dr. Harris walked back down the hall.  Bucky paced the waiting room for another few minutes, his phone pinging over and over again with texts and calls coming in.  He finally sat down then started answering the messages, giving the Avengers reaching out to him an update.  When he was done he leaned back in the chair, his head thudding against the wall.  He fought back tears, but a few fell through his tightly shut eyes.  He was feeling a million things at once, unsure of what emotion was going to win out in the end.  Was she distracted from their fight that she didn’t see or hear the car coming?  Or was the driver just an idiot, like Dr. Harris said?  He’d never forgive himself if he was to blame for this, even partially.  

***

An hour later Y/N was out of surgery.  Bucky was now surrounded by the rest of the Avengers, waiting to hear anything.  A different doctor came walking out of the double doors down the hallway and Bucky immediately stood and walked over to her.  “How is she?” he asked quietly.

“Y/N is doing great,” the surgeon said with a smile.  “Her leg was set beautifully, and the collarbone was a lot more minor than we thought.  She’s in recovery right now.  We’ll monitor her there for about half an hour then we’ll be moving her to a room.  The reception nurse will tell you which one soon.”

“Thank you,” Bucky said and shook her hand.  

Forty five minutes later the nurse directed him to her room.  Bucky jogged to the room number and walked in as another nurse was getting Y/N set up.  The nurse gave him a short, polite smile.  “The anesthesia will take a little longer to wear off.  She should wake up soon.”

Bucky thanked the nurse as they walked out, and he walked over to Y/N.  She was hooked up to multiple machines, tubes sticking out from her hands and one hooked into her nose.  She was sleeping soundly, and his heart broke as he looked over the bruising peeking out from her hospital gown near her collarbone, her left arm in a sling.  He slowly lifted the blanket covering her legs and saw the boot on her left leg, the skin looking badly bruised and scraped up by her knee.  He set the blanket down and pulled up a chair by the wall to her right side, sitting down and reaching for her hand, holding it firmly.  All the emotions came flooding back and he started crying as he looked up at her face.

“Babydoll,” Bucky sniffled.  “My babydoll.”  He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, holding her palm up to his face.  “Please wake up.  We need to talk about all this, and get over it, just like we always do.  Please?  Please…”

“Buck.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he saw her eyes fluttering open.  “Y/N?” he whispered, standing up and looking at her.

Y/N’s head turned to look at him, making her wince.  “What happened?” she asked.

Bucky sighed heavily.  “Do you remember anything?” he asked.

Y/N frowned, blinking slowly.  “I was walking.  Then I heard tires screeching.  Then…pain,” she said.

Bucky nodded.  “You were hit by a car,” he said, his hand reaching up and tucking her hair back.  “Some idiot turned the corner too fast and was not paying attention.”  Y/N frowned deeper, then tried to sit up, gasping at the pain.  “Woah, babydoll, no no no.  You’ve got a minor fracture in your collarbone, and a broken leg.  You need to stay still.”

Y/N’s head leaned back as she hissed through her teeth.  “Well that sucks,” she groaned.

Bucky couldn’t help but laugh.  “I know.  But I’m gonna be here to help you every step of the way.”

Y/N relaxed against the bed and looked up at him sadly.  “I’m sorry.  About the fight earlier.  And that I didn’t answer your texts.”

Bucky shook his head quickly.  “I’m sorry.  You were right, I’ve been way too overprotective, and it made me not trust you to take care of yourself.  Though, in my defense, you did just get hit by a car while I wasn’t around to help you.”

Y/N grinned, biting back a laugh.  “True.  But you can’t always be my hero.  Life happens.  Shit like this happens, no matter what we do to try and stay safe.  You have to trust me enough to know that I’m going to do my best to come home to you.”

Bucky’s lips tightened as he fought back more tears.  “I know, I’ll work on it.  I promise.” They stared at each other for another moment before Bucky leaned forward and nuzzled her nose with his.  “For now, just kiss me once, then I’ll kiss you twice, then kiss me once again.”

Y/N hummed at his song reference.  “It’s been a long, long time,” she whispered before angling her head up and kissing him softly.

***

“This is so humiliating.  Every single time,” Y/N griped, holding onto Bucky’s arms as he helped lift her carefully into the bathtub, keeping her left leg that was wrapped in saran wrap above the water.

“You don’t need to feel embarrassed, Y/N,” Bucky said as he eased her down, making sure to prop the broken leg over the edge of the tub before grabbing the soap and lathering his hands.  He reached out and started at her legs first, making sure to get all the little nooks and crannies up her body as he washed her.

“Well, I’m embarrassed,” Y/N said with an annoyed tone.

“You’re healing really well, but it’s only been three months.  Tibia fractures take up to–” “Six months to heal, yes, thank you Dr. Barnes,” Y/N huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.  “Possibly longer.  I get it.”  Bucky sighed and gave her an arched eyebrow.  Y/N’s face softened.  “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know you’re frustrated, doll,” Bucky said, pulling her arms apart so he could wash her stomach and up her chest.  “But you know I don’t mind helping you.  None of us do.  And this, especially, is my favorite helpful thing to do,” he smirked as his hands washed over her breasts.

“You’re shameless,” Y/N laughed, swatting at his hands.

“But you love me,” Bucky said, leaning forward and kissing her.

Y/N kissed him back.  “Yes, I do.”

[writingsbychlo]

UNDER THE MISTLETOE (day seven)

summary; finally able to spend some time together without being clouded by hormones, you and azriel talk things through a little more, and get some fresh air.

word count; 11,150

notes; the next part is the last one! I hope you're all excited! this one really is like 11k of pure senseless fluff.

When you awoke, the first thing you consciously realised was that you were alone. There was nobody wrapped around you, the warmth pouring off of the Illyrian male you’d quickly grown accustomed to was absent. You’d expect bare skin, to wake up and find all that raw power cocooned around you, wings spread and hair messy and lips still swollen from last night. 

Reaching out a hand without even opening your eyes, you flopped around on the bed, groaning when you came up empty, and finally cracking your eyes open into the light of the day. Neither of you had remembered to close the curtains last night, daylight pouring in and lighting up the room brightly. 

The room was empty, just like the bed. 

With a frown, you dragged yourself up in the pillows, every part of your body aching and sore in all the best ways from the previous night’s activities, your mind straying into flashing images of naked flesh and messy hair. 

Before your mind could possibly go too far down that train of thoughts, the air around you pulled, a drop in the temperature that lasted only a second before Azriel was stepping out of the shadows in the corner where the sunlight didn’t quite reach yet. He looked flustered, dressed in plaid pyjama pants and his Christmas jumper on, the buttons still flapping open at the back. 

As soon as he was stepping forwards, shadows were darting around the room, racing toward you, curling through the messy strands of your hair, under and around the blankets, wrapping around your wrist and dancing up to your shoulder. A flurry of motion, from them and him, and you were still far too tired for all of this.

“I-I sensed you wake up. The bond is… incredible. The second you were awake, I just knew.”

“Where did you go?” There was an irrational pout forming on your lips as your sex-mussed and bed-messy mate stumbled back to the bed, bracing one knee on the side as he leaned over, framing your face in his hands. Perhaps it was ridiculous to feel so hurt about him leaving, but your hormones were in overdrive and the bond still felt like a fresh cut. A cut to relieve pressure or so good, but sensitive nonetheless. “You weren’t here when I woke up.”

“M’sorry, baby.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, and that placated it all. Just like that, every negative emotion seemed to be swept away, the wipe of his thumb-pads across your cheekbones as he cradled you like glass made you smile, breaking the kiss. 

“Where’d you go?”

“Huh?” He blinked, like he’d been as equally distracted as you had been, before his eyes suddenly widened. Just like that, his shadows were crowding around him, dragging him away into oblivion once again before your very eyes, and you gaped at the spot he’d only just been in. This time, a couple of shadows remained, and less than a minute later, he was appearing in a different set of shadows, your head snapping to the other side of the room to see him. “I went to make you this!”

In his hands was a tray of food, two plates stacked high with breakfast foods, a pot of tea and two mugs, as well as a large glass of water. Your brows raised as he carried it all over to the bed. “You made me breakfast?”

“Well…” He placed it down on the bedside table, handing you your plate before climbing onto the bed to sit cross-legged before you, grabbing for his own. “I mean, I know tradition says that you give me food, but it didn’t seem fair. We’re equals. You will always be my equal, my love, so it only seemed fair that I make you food too.”

It was a sweet notion, one that made your heart skip a beat, and Azriel licked across his lip before smiling in return, and moving his gaze to his food. Your mind caught on that act, though, replaying the lick over and over again, until shifting to a new memory. The memory of his tongue on your skin, on your core, driving you to the edge of your sanity just to pull you back, over and over again. 

He paused where he was cutting his food, glancing up at you through thick lashes, and you’d almost forgotten that the bond between you both now meant no feelings hidden. He swallowed thickly, lifting a piece of food to his mouth and filling it, chewing to try and distract himself as you cut up your meal a little too aggressively. 

“Did you see Kal and Viv while you were downstairs?” You tried to change the subject, to focus on anything other than the mating frenzy that was beginning to claw up your throat once again, to enjoy a nice breakfast with your mate. 

“Yeah.” His voice was raspy, cracking with lust toward the end, and your hand shot out, offering him the glass of water, which he took gratefully. It didn’t help you, though. He tipped his head back, his throat bobbing. When he pulled away with shining lips and a single droplet escaping down his chin, it took every bit of restraint you had not to lick it away, and then proceed to lick every other inch of him, too. “They said they had community projects to attend. Would likely be gone all day, with the majority of the staff.”

That brought heat to your cheeks, the ploy obvious, and you took some gulps of the cold water yourself to try and fight the growing blush creeping up your neck. 

“The rest will be downstairs working, we can just call if we need anything.” He shovelled some more food into his mouth, but his eyes looked dazed, anywhere but the meal you shared as he chewed methodically, swallowing a second later, and working to chop up more. Only days ago, you’d shared another meal here, the same food and the same bed, sitting comfortably and laughing. 

It seemed a million miles away, all you wanted now was to be the meal.

Azriel groaned, your thoughts snapping away like closing the lid on a box you shouldn’t have been caught looking through. Moving your gaze back to his eyes as you choked down the current mouthful, pretty honey-coloured irises had gone almost entirely black. He was terrifying to look at, even more terrifying to be prey to, and something about that was sickeningly exciting. 

“We should… we should get them a gift or something before we leave.”

“Definitely.” Azriel hummed, though by the tone of his voice you weren’t sure he’d tracked a single thing you’d said. Instead, he watched you lift another forkful to your lips, tracking it like a hawk, nostrils flaring at the drag of your lips along the metal.

“I’m not really sure what you get a High Lord and Lady in this scenario, it’s never happened to me before.” You spoke around your food, and Azriel lifted his plate to the side, abandoning it on the tray again. “I mean, what gift says ‘thanks so much for clearing at your palace so I could bang my boyfriend extra loud all day, really appreciate it’?”

“I don’t know, baby.”

“We could ask Rhysand, I guess, but-” He snatched your plate from your lap, and the fork from your hands, discarding them carelessly with your own and the dishes clattered. You almost looked away, head turning to see it, before his hand was clamping onto your jaw. He moved so fast, one minute he was sitting across from you, and the next he had you on your back again and crawling over you. “I was eating that…”

Your protest was nothing more than a weak whisper, and he smirked, lowering himself down toward you as he raised one thigh to press between your own. “Shhh…”

His mouth slanted over yours, hot and incessant with no warning, and your body reacted before your mind even caught up. 

Hands in his hair, back arching and pressing against his chest, and he groaned low into your mouth as your hard nipples dragged against him through several layers of clothes. Too many layers of clothes, in your opinion. Running your hands down his back, you tugged at the shirt, disconnecting from your kiss only long enough to strip it away, and then he was back on you. 

Everything that came next was a blur. A kaleidoscope of skin and moans and feelings. He stripped you down, the two of you tugging frantically at one another’s clothing until you’d been stripped bare, divested of anything barriers between you until he was sinking back into nirvana. Burying himself within you, fucking with enough force to shake the bed, and hours had melted past. By the time the two of you had been present enough from the craze of hormones to pull apart, the sun was nearing the middle of the sky.

Your body was sore, your muscles aching, and somehow, you’d found yourself sitting in a hot bath, back to Azriel’s chest as you quietly came-to again, the fog clearing from your mind hours later. 

“Az?”

“Hmm?” His chest rumbled against your back, the large tub accommodating you both as his wings slumped down the sides of his body, half submerged in the warm water, with you resting between his thighs. He had one thick arm slung loosely around your waist, the other balanced on the edge of the tub by his elbows as your fingers played together lightly, woven with his shadows and sunlight from the frosted windows. “What’s on your mind, my love?”

 “A lot. Nothing. All at the same time.” It was true, in the back of your mind it felt like there was a box crammed full, overflowing and only held shut by a thread, a thread that was about to snap. “It’s… confusing.”

“What is?” He left a kiss on your wet shoulder, your fingers finally lacing together, and you pulled his hand down, to sit just above the waterline over your stomach, cradled in both of your hands near his other. “You’re confused about us?”

“Yes.” You sighed, feeling that twinge of insecurity and discomfort, a feeling racing through you that wasn’t your own, and you drowned it out with glowing love. “Not about… we are perfect. I’d never regret us and this. That’s the one thing I’m utterly sure about. It’s everything else.”

A trickle of relief reached you then, and you smiled, tipping your head back to lay on his shoulder, so that you could just about twist your head to kiss his jaw. Stubble was beginning to grow along his skin, unkempt from days spent too busy between the sheets and in one another's arms to keep up with personal grooming. The hair scratched at your lips and your skin, ticklish in a way that made you smile. 

“I love you. I love every part of you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, and that terrifies me.” Taking a shaky breath, his arms squeezed a little tighter around you, face tucking into your neck. “We have hard and dangerous jobs, and I’d never ask you to stop. I love you the same amount as I did before, it’s only going to grow every minute from now, but if I lost you now, now that I know what it’s like to be yours, I don’t think I would survive it.”

He didn’t reply, not for a long while, until a long sigh left his lips, and he picked his head back up to speak clearly. “You’d survive. You would survive, and you would go on and live and be happy. You’d move on, because that's what I want for you. I would want you to find love again.”

“Would you?” Sitting forwards, his hold on you went slack, until you were turning in his arms, straddling his lap and his hands found your hips as your own found a home around his neck, bringing you closer until your wet chests were pressed together. He didn’t reply, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Silent, even though you already knew the answer. “Exactly. If there isn’t you, Azriel, there is nothing for me.”

“I love you so godsdamned much.” He mumbled, barely having to tip his chin forward at all to leave a kiss on your lips. It was nothing like any kisses you’d shared before. You’d done sad, and hungry, desperate and content, and this was new. This was comfort, this was promises of the future. “I’m scared too, baby, but we can do this.”

“I know we can, but that doesn’t make me worry any less. I thought I worried about you before, but now…” A humourless laugh, and he grinned, taking another kiss for himself. 

“I worry about you too, but I handle it because I believe in you. I trained you myself and I know you’re strong.” He squeezed at your hips, your thighs, sliding over the muscle you gained from endless days of training for him, and settling with a teasing squeeze at your ass. “We’ve never been safer than we are now, and we can’t live in fear. We take it one day, one week, one year at a time. Whether alive or dead, my soul will always belong to you, we will be forever entwined, and we’ll find each other in the next life. I believe in that. Rest assured, baby, that until this world stops existing, my soul and yours will never be apart.”

“Woah.” He only chuckled, noses bumping together as he gave you a second to gather your thoughts. “You’re right.”

“I know.”

“Don’t get used to hearing that from me.” Your lips dragged across his cheek, nipping lightly at his jaw as he laughed, his hands flexing on your ass and pulling you a little closer, before skirting up to hold you tightly to his chest. “You’re only right because I am well-trained, I am capable, and I’ll protect you.”

“We protect each other.” He dipped his head, using the tip of his nose to nudge your face back up, and your hands smoothed up, fingers tracing his face. 

“Always.” You whisper, diving into a kiss that he reciprocated with equal passion. 

There was still a lot to talk about, a lot to work through, but the heaviest of it all was finally unburdened from your chest, and it lifted a weight as it went. Now, you could breathe freely once again, a little of that maddening swirl in the back of your mind released, tension melting away as you relax into his arms. 

You didn’t want to worry, you just wanted to be with your mate. 

His hands moved, one hand roaming down your back, the other down your front, relearning your body all over again. His touch made you feel dirty, arousal and sun following every touch, undoing all the cleaning you’d done in quick movements as his touch lowered more and more to where your bodies met. With a quick shift of your hips, he’d be inside you, and you bucked against him, rolling along his hardening length.

The wetness between your bodies made it easy for him to lift you up, adjusting himself so that as you sank back down it was with his cock spearing through you. Every time, he filled you to the perfect stretch, reminding you just how perfectly you were made for one another.

That relaxing bath may have ended with water splashing on the floor as you rode Azriel, his grip almost leaving a dent in the porcelain tub and your hickies refreshed on his neck, but that was nobody’s business but yours. 

Only when the water was cold after being refreshed and cleared once again, utterly sated and slumped in your lover’s arms, did you leave the bathtub. Climbing out carefully, you tried not to focus on the way Azriel’s eyes scanned over your wet, naked body, both of you beginning to need a reprieve from the desperate and endless fucking. 

Turns out the tubs and the fireplaces weren’t the only things that are enchanted in the Winter Court, as you’d learned several times over the last few days, because the towel had started to warm in your hands as soon as you’d picked it up. Once you were dry, with a towel wrapped around your hair, you grabbed another for him, holding it out as he stood from the water. Now, it was your turn to look away, to control yourself as all of that glory was displayed before you. 

When he was safely secured within the towel, he turned his back to you, flexing his wings out. “Can you dry my wings? I hate it when they’re wet.”

“Sure, baby.” Despite the bond between you, there were still surprises, and the acts of intimacy you were now developing still managed to catch you off-guard sometimes. Grabbing for another towel, you toyed with it between your fingers for a second until it had warmed up, and his wings twitched when you raised a hand, softly taking the top ridge into your palm. “This okay?”

“S’all okay. You can touch me anywhere.”

You held in a snicker, rolling your eyes at his romantic words, both of you knowing that wasn’t what you meant. Smoothing the towel down between every dip and ridge, you were sure to catch every drop on his wing carefully, drifting your fingers over the scar-littered skin of his shoulders to the other side, and repeating the treatment. 

His head hung slack, and his hands were shaking a little by his sides. When you finished, he folded them back in comfortably, rolling his neck from side to side, and you left a kiss between them along his spine, before he turned to you. “They’re a little… spent. From recent activities and the like.”

“Yes, well, your sacrifice is truly admirable. It was worth every second to get into some of those positions.” His cheeks flushed with more colour, but he laughed nonetheless, your arms banding around his waist to bury your face in his chest. It wasn’t just the sex, Azriel had been folding his wings in too tight and sleeping in ways that made them rest at unusual angles just to be able to hold you closer these last few days, and you knew it wasn’t sustainable. 

Tonight, you’d make sure he slept in a way that eased them, and you’d make sure to rub those tight muscles loose after dinner tonight. His hands skimmed over your arms, tracing the goosebumps forming in the cold air, and a protective growl rumbled from him. “You’re going to catch a chill if we don’t get you dressed again.”

“Never thought my new mate would want to put clothes on me.” His cheeky grin was flashed to you, before he was dipping down, scooping you up into his arms and carrying you back through to your bedroom. He deposited your naked body down onto the warmed cushions on the couch in front of the blazing fire, kissing the top of your head as he let go. 

“Ravenous as I may be, I don’t want to fuck you to the point of injury, and I don’t want you getting sick.”

“Such a gentleman.” You murmured, a feeling along the bond that resembled a smack on your ass in retaliation, and you chuckled, curling your legs closer to yourself. Rifling through the drawers, he produced a pair of fur-lined leggings for you, and a jumper, tossing them in your direction and beginning a search for underwear. 

Once he found them, you were able to get dressed, tugging the warm clothes on and moving closer to the fire, freeing your hair from the towel in hopes it would dry faster. As he got himself dressed, tugging on a pair of jeans and a dark hoodie, before taking another pair of your fluffy socks, and stretching those out too. 

You scoffed, beginning to drag your fingers through your hair to separate the strands, and he made his way over to you. 

“What? Everything we have is shared now, what’s mine is yours, and all that.”

“That’s marriage, Az. Not mating.” He only shrugged, wiggling his toes happily in the pilfered socks. When he came to your side, he slumped down to his knees behind you, kneeling up high and taking a chunk of your hair into his hands. Beginning to comb through the strands slowly, your eyes fluttered shut, letting him work on detangling the knots instead, and an overwhelming amount of love raced through your body as he did. 

He never pulled, never hurt when he encountered a knot, he simply worked in quiet harmony to release the tangles. His shadows were so calm they hardly moved, blissed out and peaceful as they settled around your bodies like a blanket, moving like water when your fingers shifted through them. Ripples expanded out, all the way to the edges, again and again as you amused yourself, until he was finished. When the combing was done, he pulled your hair over your shoulders, braiding it simply behind your head. 

Your neck was bared now, something he took advantage of as he left a kiss there, before pulling your body back into his chest. “If we didn’t come on this vacation together, when do you think it would have happened?”

“Well,” His hands splayed out behind him, legs on either side of you, and you curled around in his chest a little, to be able to look up at him as he spoke. “Before next Solstice, that’s for sure.”

“How every specific of you.” 

“I made a promise to myself.” He flicked the tip of your nose for the sass, but continued to stare into the flames. “This Solstice, I promised myself I would tell you how I felt by next Solstice, to see if you felt the same. I told you I would’ve waited for you, and that was true. If it took years after that for the bond to snap, or you never felt enough for me to get it, that would have been… fine.”

His throat bobbed, both of you knowing it wouldn't have been, but that was a possibility you didn’t even have to consider now. 

“However, I planned to tell you I loved you far more than friends. I know you say you loved me before the bond, but I also know you were scared, and that you kept those feelings buried deep.” He slipped a hand up, rubbing it comfortingly over your covered heart, because you both knew the statement to be true. “Perhaps you would have returned my feelings, perhaps you’d have kept it locked inside. Either way, I’d have told you the truth. I like to think that by next year, I’d have proven to you that you could trust me with your heart, and you’d be my Solstice kiss.”

“I will be.” You pulled him down, a soft kiss to his lips as his lips puckered back, lips pulling a smile when you parted. “I’ll be your Solstice kiss, your New Year’s kiss, and every single other kiss, for the rest of our lives.”

Happiness swam between you both, filling the air comfortably, and for the first time since that bond had been secured truly, your mind was clear. You weren’t plagued by the lust, or overcome by need, instead, you were able to just bask in it all. You’d never realised just how empty you felt until now, like Azriel was living in your heart with you, sharing every thought and feeling. 

When you’d first learnt about mates as a child, the idea had been infatuating. As you’d grown older, you’d thought of how overwhelming it would be, to have someone always there, a part of you that you could never hide from or escape. There was nothing you could fathom, nobody had ever felt like home before, until you’d met Azriel. 

No matter how much time you spent together you never got sick of him, no matter what the scenario was he never made you uncomfortable, and at the end of a rough day, you didn’t want to be alone, you wanted him. That overwhelm all seemed significantly less scary with the potential of a future with him by your side. 

You could spend your entire life locked up, trapped inside one room just like this, but if you were with him, you’d be happy.

However, you weren’t trapped in this room. As much as you loved being here, you were supposed to be making the most of your vacation, and you stretched your legs out from folded underneath you, lips curling down in dissatisfaction at the waste of precious time.

“I can feel you getting restless.” His lips traced the crown of your head. “What is it?”

“We need to get out of here. How about a walk? We could get some fresh air, and see some of the lovely gardens we haven’t explored much of yet.”

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” He made no move to get up though, not even a twitch of his body, and you tugged yourself away from him, despite his groans. 

“Going for that walk would require us to actually get up!” As you rolled to your feet, you offered him your hands, helping him up to, and not shying away from his kiss as he passed your lips to stand tall. “We may be mates now, but I still want to get the most we can out of this vacation. We’ll have plenty of time to lay in front of the fire and do nothing when we get home.”

“Is that a promise?” He smirked, leaning back in, and you pressed a finger over his lips, shaking your head. 

“You can kiss me when we’re dressed, but before that, you’ll just distract me!” 

He gave a heavy groan, stepping back from you with his hands raised in surrender. He left to find his shoes as you gathered socks, sitting down to lace up his boots tightly. You could feel his gaze on you throughout it all, as you gathered your shoes and coats, piling them onto the bed and sinking to sit on the end as you began to apply your own snowshoes.

Then came your coat. Fastening it up around your shoulders, you grabbed for Azriel’s before he could, holding it up before him patiently, holding his stare. Eventually, he broke, a sweet blush covering his cheeks as he turned away, tucking each arm into the fabric. When your fingers smoothed down his back to find the clasps under his wings, his back stiffened, a whiny sound leaving him as you fastened the clasps under one wing, moving to the other. 

“This isn’t fair. I thought I couldn't touch you!”

“I said you couldn't kiss me.” You corrected, hands barely finishing the buttons on his other wing before he was spinning, taking your hips in his heavy grip and tugging you closer to him. If it weren’t for your hands pressed between your bodies, you’d have been flush up together. 

With a giggle, you managed to wrangle a step back, his hands flexing on your body in case he deemed you too far. Working on the buttons down his front, his chest puffed up a little, wings rustling behind his body, and when you looked up at him, the breath was all but knocked from your lungs at the intensity in his gaze. 

“What?” Your voice felt as thin as water, trembling a little as his jaw ticked, but only affection flooded the bond. Affection and pride. 

“It’s just… nice. To be looked after like this.” His voice was deeper, raspy like something primal and your brows shot up. The question lingered silently between you both, his hands sliding up to cup over your own, lifting them from his chest so he could press kisses along your knuckles. “You’re kinda’ sending both the mating bond instincts and the Illyrian instincts into a frenzy right now.”

“What, because I buttoned up your coat?”

For that, he bit one finger playfully, rolling his eyes and dropping your hands, long enough to step away. Rooting through the piles of gifts and new purchases, he retrieved the scarf he had bought for you, wrapping it around your neck slowly. “Not just the coat, smartass. You’ve always looked after me, but the intimacy of it now, it means something else.”

“Because now you know I love you?” A shudder visibly ran along his body, and he nodded. 

He pulled back, long enough to find your gloves and ease them onto your hands, his own protective instincts kicking in as you had done already. As soon as he’d retrieved his gloves, your arms wound around his neck, pulling yourself up until you were so close you could feel the warmth of his breaths. His eyes were wide, hands on your back to hold you steady against him as you rocked on your tiptoes.

“I love you, Azriel.” A soft sound slipped from him at the sincerity in your tone. “I love you. And to the fae parts of you, the mating bond parts, I love getting to take care of you. To show you all my love, and make sure everyone knows just how much you mean to me.” A shudder ran up his body again, his eyes slipping shut, and he sighed. “To the Illyrian side of you, I love protecting you too. I will always, always want to defend you and fight for you. You’re mine. Like I am yours.” 

A growl slipped from his lips at the possession, at being owned, that base-instinct part that is Illyrian side ruled all but howling in approval down that bond. His knees shook a little, a rough exhale on his lips. “Stop, stop before I fucking fall over right here. You’re saying all the right things, and if you’re not careful, I’ll just drop down at your feet and be unable to stand back up. You’ve got me powerless right now.”

“Not true, look at all this.” You traced your fingers across the siphon sitting under his clothes in the centre of his chest, the thrumming feeling racing up your fingertips like a shock of lightning, the faint glow even under layers of clothes only growing with the restless energy inside of him. “My big, powerful spymaster.”

“I thought you wanted to go for a walk.” He croaked, tensing every muscle in his body for strength as though he truly was going to melt. “And yet, here you are, reducing me to nothing but a puddle at your feet with your words.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll let up for now.” What felt like a shimmer of relief echoed to you, and you grinned at him when he finally opened his eyes. “But I just wanted you to know it all.”

He freed a hand, brushing it over your hair to tuck some behind your ear, before burying his fingers in the strands, and tipping your head. A kiss, passionate and intense, pressed to your lips until you were almost bending backwards. The force of it left you reeling, nothing but love and adoration, a silent way of conveying the same feelings back without having to use words, and you let him send the message. You let him know you received it, with an equally enthusiastic return, and this time, he backed away from you entirely when he pulled back. 

His eyes were a little glazed, a look of wonder on his face, and he wobbled a little as he turned away and headed toward the balcony. As soon as he’d swung the doors open, the cosy aura around you both was sobered with a sweep of frigid air, snow spilling across the ground and inside, and Azriel nudged it all back out of the way with the side of his foot. 

He held out his hand to you, wiggling his fingers in your direction and tugging you closer when his hand held yours, until you tumbled into his chest. Flexing out his wings once, he gave them a few test flaps, before the two of you were soaring off and into the air. 

Only seconds later, your feet touched down on the fluffy snow at the bottom of the castle. The grounds were quiet, gardens you suspected in summer would bloom full of snowbells and icy, were utterly buried now. Even the structures, the pergola at the other end of the garden, the benches and the frozen fountains, were half-buried from the stormy weather. 

Looking around a little further, your gaze caught onto the tree line at the other end, forestry tapering away at the edge of the gardens and up some of the steep hills. It was a direction you hadn't gotten a chance to explore yet, and as Azriel took your hand in his, you pointed to it. 

“That way. We can wander towards the trees, and then maybe a little in the forest, Might be nice, I bet we’ll see some woodland animals.”

“Whatever you want, my love.” Swinging your hands between your bodies, the two of you set off. 

Through crunching snow and fogged breath on the cold air, you ambled along happily. Azriel was keen to take it all in, his head turning in every which way, assessing gaze appearing almost like he was memorising it all, every detail to take away with you both. 

Snow was fluttering, barely present as the occasional flake came to land upon you, only to melt away less than a second later. Still, the constant fall couldn't be underestimated, building high enough that it reached halfway up your legs, almost spilling into the tops of your boots, and the cold was harsh on the frosty breeze. 

“Do you think it’ll ever go away?” You broke the silence, only the birds chirping and the swishing sounds of your movements, and Azriel turned to look at you, his brows raising. You tugged the bond between your chests, answering his question, and those same brows then dipped to a heavy furrow. 

“Baby, I worked so hard to keep my hands off of you this whole time, why would I ever want to stop now?”

Your lips pursed together, hiding a smile at his words. As the bliss of your morning bath had tampered down, and the lingering haze in the bedroom had been chased out by the cold, it was like being plunged head-first into water. It was sobering, shockingly so, and before you left the other world of your vacation there were certainly things that needed to be discussed. “I just think there’s so much we need to talk about before we go home in a couple’ days.”

“Yeah, like what?” You raised a hand to rub at the cold tip of your nose, a shadow swirling with your fingers as you did, and a smile pulled at your lips. 

“Well, first of all, have you noticed how much more affectionate your shadows have been since the bond clicked?” As you swirled your hand through the dark mist, more came up to join, and Azriel gave a soft sigh that drew your attention. His cheeks were warming, more than they had just from the chill, and his eyes were scanning the gardens instead of looking at you. 

“That’s not new. They’ve always wanted to do that. They got even worse when the bond clicked for me, I’ve just stopped controlling them now.”

The confession was adorable, and you huddled in closer to Azriel’s side, lifting your joined hands and tucking yourself under his arm. “That’s a long time to have to keep them under your thumb so much.”

“I know, it wasn’t easy. Even harder when I realised just how much I loved you.” He gave a weak laugh, and you squeezed at the joined hands now sitting on your shoulder. “Not to mention this vacation, it was exhausting. Every time I wanted to make a move but chickened out, they were so insistent, like magnets pulling me back to you.”

“What times?” You threw your mind back, the vacation flitting through your mind at high-speed, and from this new perspective, you could pick them all out. “Oh, those moments.”

“My favourite was when we were skating. I really, really wanted to kiss you then. I thought it would be perfect, but there were so many people, and you were so happy learning to skate.” He twisted his head, lips brushing your hairline, and you leaned into the touch gently. “I wanted you to remember that memory just for that reason, not for me.”

“Well, you can rest assured that our first kiss is a memory just me and you, and I will treasure it.” You replayed it in your mind, feeling a tug of love at the bond as you did, projecting the image to him. “You know, everyone’s going to want to hearth story when we go back, though. Do you think they’ll be shocked?”

At that, Azriel grimaced. “About that… Rhys knows we’re mates.”

“He does?” Your voice hit a higher octave, your mind coming to a crashing halt, and suddenly his enthusiasm for sending Azriel away on this trip with you made sense. You’d felt it to be nothing but nonsense when he’d told his brother to come and explore the culture, but you’d simply thought Rhysand was teasing you, not setting you up. “How long has he known?”

“A while,” Az whispered, shoulders pulling tighter and wings stiffening behind his back. “It was an accident, I didn’t want anyone to know before you did, but remember two years ago, when I got a little injured on that mission?”

“By a little injured, do you mean the time you got stabbed clean through one side and out the other with a spear?” Your lips set in a thin line, remembering the grey scar at the bottom of his left wing, a perfect match for the one on his back and abdomen, where the blade had stabbed right through him. “I remember.”

“Well, I was a little out of it. I don’t remember much. But I remember grabbing Rhys’ hand, and telling him that he had to tell you, if anything happened to me, he had to tell you the truth. Then I passed out. So he looked in my mind for ‘the truth’ and found it there.” A slow, long breath followed his words, and you processed it. “You’re too quiet. Say something.”

“I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking.” The tension dripped from him a little. “I don’t mind about Rhysand knowing, I know now and we’re together, that’s all that matters.”

“But?”

As you reached the trees, stepping out from basking in the bright rays of winter sun and into the shadowy fall of the trees. When you were only a few feet in, the temperature began to drop even more. “But, I just don’t like thinking of that. Thinking of you dying, and if I had never known. All that wasted time, because I couldn't just see you, right there-”

Warm lips caught your own, cutting your bad thoughts off instantly, until once again all you were thinking about was him. Twisting your head a little more to be able to kiss him deeper, you rose on your toes, meeting every drag of his lips with your own. 

“You know,” Your words were a little breathless when he finally pulled back, the two of you stumbling along in unsteady steps, before you found your footing once again. “You’d better not start using that just to win arguments.”

“Who says we’re going to argue?” You gave him a look, one that conveyed everything. Of course, the two of you would argue, it was inevitable, you always did. However, you always resolved it too, and found your way back to one another. “Fine, fine… you win this one.”

“I think, somehow, I’ve always known we were destined for each other.” The words tumbled from you as you thought about him, thought about how much you loved him, how much you’d always loved him, and the feelings behind all that insecurity and doubt that you’d hidden behind. “But, you’re so good, Az. It kills me when your mind tells you that you’re not. I wish you’d see yourself how I see you, because I thought you were so wonderful that I had convinced myself I was undeserving of you.”

He dipped down, aiming for another kiss, and you covered his lips with glove-covered fingers, not ready to be cut off yet.

“If I had seen myself the way you do, perhaps we wouldn't have had to wait so long. For that, I’ll always be sorry. I’m sorry my own fears and self-hate could make you suffer too. So I want you to promise me that from now on, any time you feel yours, you’ll come to me and let me take them away. Just like I’ll let you take away mine. I can’t let any more insecurities hurt you, Azriel, whether they be mine or yours.” With a shaky breath, you let him go, and he surged forwards to give you that kiss. 

Whispered promises to uphold his end of that bargain between pecks of his lips, cheeks sliding together as snow fell, melting across your hot skin as he seared that promise into your heart and your skin. 

A mark formed on the skin just below your ear, his hand flying up to touch behind his own, another mark and another bond formed between you both. It was nothing new, you’d made so many over the years, but this one was special. This one was for love. Tipping your head to the side, Azriel got a look at it, huffing out a soft breath as he ran his thumb over the brand behind your ear. 

“It almost looks like a snowflake.”

“Let me see yours.” He did so, and you found the same sort of shape printed into his own skin, to match the wisps beginning to fall a little heavier around you both. “I love that we were friends first, though. Despite it all, look where it left us. We can talk so freely, and I trust you so deeply. In the long run, I think it’s perfect.”

“The more we talk, the more I’m sure I’ll never be able to even let you out of my sight again.”

“You’re gonna’ have to come or terms with that.” As you began to walk once again, he gave an inquisitive look. “You and I both will have work to do when we get home. And, speaking of homes, we’ll have different ones!”

“Nonsense, you’ll move into the House of Wind.”

“What, and be trapped every time I want to go out if you’re not around, and I don’t feel like facing ten thousand stairs?” A gruff sound fell from his lips as he pouted, seeing your point but not exactly being happy about it. 

“Fine, then I’ll move into the Townhouse.”

“Poor Mor, having to live with a newly-mated couple.” The thought of it only made you pity your current roommate, even if you knew that she’d never say anything, and she’d be nothing but supportive. You couldn't wait to tell her, actually, just to see the thrill on her face that you’d finally told him how you felt. For so long she’d teased you about feelings you denied, you were in for a whole lot more of that now, and you couldn't wait. “We should get our own place.”

“Our own place? I like the sound of that.” Azriel’s voice sounded more than just agreeable, more like downright thrilled. “With a big garden.” 

“And a porch.”

“We’ll need space for everyone to come over for dinner.” He added, the house already seeming to build itself in your mind.

“Somewhere secluded, but not too out of the way.”

“And room for a bunch of little babies.”

“A bunch, huh?” His jaw dropped, that sweet shade of red spreading right up to his ears, and he gaped a little. “How many we talkin’ here?”

“Several.” Came his soft whisper, licking over dried lips as he swallowed thickly. “I always wanted a big family. Do you not?”

“I know I want kids, I never really thought about how many.” He only nodded, seeming ready not to push it. “You have names picked out?”

That colour only seemed to deepen, but his eyes shone a little as he nodded his head. “You’ll like them. They’re names you’ve mentioned liking before. On our travels, when you met people, and you’d say things like ‘they sound interesting’ or ‘such a pretty name reminds me of flowers’.” You couldn't recall any of those instances, but the fact he did made your entire body flood anew with love for him. “You want me to tell you them?”

“No. Save them as a surprise each time. It’ll make me think of this moment, which I’ll probably need, when I’m giving birth to three…”

His lips pursed.

“Four…”

His eyes fixed steadily ahead.”

“Five?”

He smiled.

“Five kids? You want five?” 

“Not necessarily!” He defended, but there was a certain level of pride in his voice as he thought about it. “I just have five names picked out, that's all.”

“My poor body.” You shuddered, running a hand over your lower stomach as you thought about it, and he laughed. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of every part of you, make it all worth it.” He offered a single heated glance over you, a promise of years to come. “Besides, we have years to do that. We have so much to do first, just me and you. And, as much as I love Nyx, I don’t intend for us to be like Rhys and Feyre. I do intend for us to have plenty of time to ourselves before we start thinking about a family.”

“Seems you’ve already got it all planned out.”

“Well, I have had a couple of years on you to daydream about it.” With a crook of his arm, he had you pulling closer to his body. “Your first question, about whether I thought it would go away? No. I don’t think I will ever stop being so addicted to you, my love.”

“You promise things won’t be different? Even when we go home and we’re not on vacation anymore?”

“Well, of course things will be different. I could barely keep my hands to myself before, my thoughts to myself, my heart. Now that you know? If you thought the others were bad, I’m about to be insufferable, baby.”

Tears lined your eyes, a smile on your lips even as you pulled Azriel down to meet your kiss. Despite your giggles and his smiles, he sealed the words with a sweet kiss, one that had your body moulding to his, wrapped up tightly within one another in the peace of the woods. When you finally pulled back, it was to more stolen pecks, the nudge of his nose with your own, the tracing of his hands along your sides as you cling to him. 

Then, for the fourth time since beginning your walk, the sounds of Azriel’s stomach rumbling interrupted the sounds of nature on your walk. “Hungry, much?”

“I’ve had a very active few days, leave me alone. I’ve burned through a lot of my energy.” His grumble only made you grin more, barely holding back laughter, and he scowled mockingly at you. 

“Well, then we should head back inside. Let's go and get you some dinner, hm?” Poking one finger into his tautly-muscled stomach. He paused his walking, glancing around at the woodland scenery, the setting sun behind the trees, and the snow beginning to fall delicately around you both. 

“I suppose. We don’t want to lose our tracks in the snow.”

Despite his words, he sounded sad about leaving, your hand squeezing tighter around his own. “We’ll have plenty more opportunities to go for romantic strolls.”

“Oh, yeah. Me, you and Cassian complaining about Nesta the whole time, what a thrill.” He leaned down, pecking your lips to round off his complaints, kissing you through your smile. 

Stepping away backwards, you tugged him along with you, beginning to track back along your footprints through the thick snow to find the tree-line at the palace gardens once again. “Well, then. We’ll just have to make it a new tradition to go away together. Just me and you, seeing a new place every time, until we run out of world to explore.”

The promise of so long, such an eternal love, and he gave up on his hesitations, following after you far more willingly until he fell into step beside you once again. 

For the rest of the walk, he chatted far more excitedly, about all the places he’d been and wanted to show you, and all the ones he’d never travelled to. A list was formed, almost the next three decades planned out, and the thought of it was enough to settle a warmth in your chest, filling you up like stone from the inside out. So permanent and heavy, a grounding weight that made everything feel so real. 

Your balcony doors were still propped open when Azriel lifted you into his arms once again. This time, not just pressed to his chest but cradled against it, his arm under the backs of your knees, a cheesy lift before flying up, skimming the cold castle walls until you were stepping inside once again, doors scraping shut against piles of fluffy snow. 

The fireplace crackled into life, a single flame growing low amongst the embers growing steadily up the half-burned logs still there, ready to warm the room back up from the icy cold it had taken on. When it was finally warm enough, you tugged your gloves from your hands, flexing sensation back into frozen limbs. 

“Y’know, I have loved coming here, so much…”

“But you’re excited to go home?” Azriel finished, copying your motions and reaching behind himself to tug free the clasps at his wings, before dropping his coat over the back of the couch. His gloves followed, joining the pile, and he stomped off snow still clinging to his boots on the stone before the hearth, the ice melting away instantly. “I agree, by the way. I never thought I’d consider Velaris in the winter warm, but…”

He shrugged, idling on the other side of the couch from you, warming himself before the fire. You were so proud of him, you’d witness him grow so much in the face of his fear, and even as his hands remained tucked securely away from the flames, he was so brave. 

“Shall we order some dinner, or would you prefer to join Kallias and Vivianne?”

“That depends, do you think you can control yourself?” Making your way over to him, he spun to face you fully, a wicked look on his face as he smirked down at you.

“You should know by now that I’ll never be able to control myself around you.” Tucking one hand around your body, he tugged you to his side, that hand slipping down to sit teasingly over your ass. He squeezed, forcing a gasp from you. “However, if you’re asking if I can behave myself, then yes. I will give it my best effort.”

“You’re terrible.”

“I’m in love.” You wanted to scoff, to roll your eyes, but you could do neither, held captive by the grip his words had on your heart. 

His stomach rumbled again, deafening in the silence, and his cheeks flushed when a laugh burst from you. “C’mon then, loverboy. Let's go and have something to eat. Replenish all your lost energy, and whatever.”

You guided him from the room, and by the time you arrived at the dining hall, Azriel’s hand had once again managed to snake its way from clasped in your one to sitting on your hip. Not, however, without making a quick detour to squeeze at your ass again, though. Already sitting at the table were Kallias and Vivianne, the latter had her chair sideways, legs swung across her husband’s lap as he ran a hand up and down her legs slowly, listening to her talk. Whatever it was, you could tell she was passionate about it, gesturing wildly, and only falling silent when you cleared your throat. 

“Any chance you’ve got room for two more?”

“Of course!” Swinging her legs down to sit much more formally, she dragged her chair around to face the table properly, while motioning you both to the two seats opposite them, exactly halfway down the grand dining table. As you walked closer, Kallias stood, offering you both a nod, before making his way in the direction of the kitchens. 

Pulling out your chair, the moment you sat in it, Azriel was tucking it back under too, before sinking into his own on your left. He shuffled the chair up, until the wood frame knocked together, and he couldn't actually get any closer without sitting on top of you. Vivianne only grinned, pouring two more glasses of water from the decanter on the table, and passing them over to you both. 

“Well, don’t you just look well-satiated? You’re practically glowing.” Your jaw dropped open at her blatant remark, Azriel’s cheeks once again flushing, and you swore if he blushed any more today he might stay tomato-red for the rest of his life. He only picked up his glass, chugging half of it, and shooting you a pleading look. 

“I…” No words came to mind, helplessly blank for the first time ever, and she only stared more. “I definitely can’t complain.”

Azriel only choked on his water, wiping at his chin as he tried to cough up the misdirected droplets, and you shrugged. 

“What? I can’t! Would you prefer I tell everyone I’m woefully underwhelmed?”

“No.” He all but growled, voice still rough from his coughing fit, and Vivianne waved a hand, only shushing him. It was his turn to gape, so unlike himself, unfitting of the terrifying spymaster, and it made you giggle. 

“Oh, c’mon, Azriel. Girls talk. You should know that by the end of the week, all your friends back home are going to know everything.” He turned to stare at you once again, and you could only shrug, once again. 

“Seriously?”

“I mean… I know exactly what Feyre, Nesta and Elain are working with. It’s only fair I share too.” Your words only made him groan, head falling forward to rest on the dining room table, and you tried to hold in your laughter. Vivianne didn’t, only more so when you stroked Azriel’s shoulders lightly. 

“You know all about the others too, huh? You can compare. Just give me a sign.” Vivianne held her thumb up, and then down, motioning to Azriel. Despite his complaining, at that he had perked up, twisting his face a little towards you and waiting too. Your eyes did roll now, offering two thumbs up, and Azriel puffed up pridefully, evidently over his bout of embarrassment as his ego took the reins. 

“I should think so, too.”

“Just stop me when I’m close.” Vivianne’s eyes practically glittered, ready to put him solidly back in his place on your behalf as her hands began to inch further and further apart. Azriel only looked confused, glancing between you and her, waiting for you. “No, no! Seriously? That’s not— I’m starting again.”

“Vivianne.” Kallias strode back into the room, and you only snickered behind your hand as she pointed at you. 

“I will get that answer.” She pledged, and her mate shook his head fondly as he sunk into the seat beside her. 

“What answer?” Azriel was still confused, and so you leaned in, whispering the answer into his ear and watching his back stiffen a little bit. For a second, he was frozen, before slouching in his chair and picking up his glass once again. 

“Not that far off.” He smirked, Vivianne’s eyes snapping back to you in shock, and Kallias only tipped his head back to laugh. 

“So, only two days?” Your host offered, this time, his wife turning to splutter indignantly at him after he’d cut off her questioning just to pursue his own. When she smacked at his chest, he took her hand, lacing their fingers together. Beneath the table, Azriel took your hand in his, smoothing his thumb across your knuckles as shadows darted between you both. 

“We’re having a little self-control. We are still supposed to be on vacation.”

Kal raised his hands in an innocent surrender, mouth opening to say more, but the doors opened once again, and several members of staff arrived carrying food. In a flurry of movement and serving, plates and bowls laden with your meal were laid out before you, a wine bottle placed in the centre of the table with glasses to follow, and by the time they’d cleared out the table had gone silent. 

The topic was not forgotten, however, because as you reached for a bread roll, and Kallias poured the wine, the tension sat like a heavy blanket in the air. Azriel let out a long groan after several painful minutes, your laughter following as you buttered one of the rolls you’d cut open, putting two on the edge of his plate and moving onto another for yourself. 

“Oh, fine! We’ll talk about something else.” The Lord re-corked the bottle as he gave in, sinking back down into his seat and picking up his knife and fork, but not without one more smirk. “Prudes.”

Vivianne just winked dramatically at you both as he spoke, and this time, it was Azriel who chuckled. “How about we tell you what we have planned for your final day, instead?”

“I think that sounds lovely.”

You were grateful for the topic change, because as eager as you were for girl-talk about everything that had taken place with Az, you couldn't very well do it with him right there. At that moment, he seemed to become aware of the bread rolls you’d prepared for him, a flash of gratitude down the bond, and that same look in his eyes as when you’d fastened his coat for him earlier. You hoped that no matter what, that never went away either. 

“Well, we were thinking we could go into town, all of us. There’s a choir performance and some charity work Kal and I attend every year, you could come with us. After that, we’ll go shopping, and then have dinner at an incredible restaurant that recently opened up.”

“We can come back to the palace for some wine and dessert, and then you can get an early night, before your travels, if you wish it.”

Viv grumbled at ‘early night’, the repressed party animal in her raging against it, and you beamed. “Sounds perfect. We have some choir services in the Night Court for Solstice, often the priestesses will do a service of thanks and sing. Is it anything like that?”

At the chance to talk of his Kingdom, Kallias was set off. Dinner passed with many more questions, explaining every part of the day to you, before moving on to reminiscing. Long after the plates had been cleared and a second bottle of wine had been poured you were still chatting, until the night was fully set outside of the windows, darkness and stars twinkling in through the glass. 

Emotions clogged in your throat as Vivanne talked about planning another trip already, the night taking a slightly more turn. Despite the undeniable radiance that shone from her, there was a painful sadness underneath it all, a wound from her time apart from Kallias that hadn't quite healed yet. You all had wounds from Amarantha’s reign, not all of them would ever close completely. 

Slumping a little closer to Azriel’s chest as you listened to her speak, he wrapped a comforting arm around your body. She was so thrilled to have had company, t have someone visit and to show around, with no looming threat hanging over their heads. After all the wars and battles and suffering, you couldn't deny that it had been almost surreal to live your life again, and when you thanked her for it, she teared up. 

Dessert couldn't have come soon enough, being brought out just before the real tears started from both of you. You gave Vivanne as much privacy to gather herself as you could, by fawning over the slices of cake to Azriel on your side of the table. Cheesecake slabs, thick and creamy, with dotted winter berry sauce drizzling down the sides, and your mouth practically watered the longer you stared at it. 

“You’re looking at that cheesecake with more desire than you look at me,” Azriel mumbled into your ear, amused tone singing to you, and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, hoping to lighten your spirits a little. 

“This cheesecake does look awfully good, I mean, look at it!” Raising it up, you admired it, from the crunchy biscuit later at the bottom to the powdered sugar on the top, and you had to actively stop yourself from drooling. Picking up his fork, Azriel stabbed off the tip of it, holding it up to your lips with a smile. 

When you dragged it free from the fork, he waited, shoulders tensing when you let out an appreciative moan. 

“Az, you have to try it, right now. It’s so good.” He made no motion to move, scraping off another piece of your own and holding it to your lips. A lick of fire came down the bond to you, and you snatched the fork from him, scowling at him but taking the bite anyway. “Behave yourself.”

“You— you made that noise! How am I— cruel woman.” He slumped into his seat, pouting but dragging his plate closer to himself, and taking a bite. As he did, the flavours melting on his tongue as they did yours, he let out an equal sound. “Okay, woah,”

“See?”

“Yeah, okay, I get it now.” He was quick to slice off another part, a ridiculously large piece, and eat that one too. 

“Our chef’s speciality is this cheesecake.” Kal was proud of his staff, they treated them more like friends than employees, you’d seen evidence of it all week. The speciality, well, there was no denying that. This was incredible. 

“If we have a mating ceremony, can we import this cheesecake for it?” You stabbed again, regretfully almost halfway through it already, and Viv’s eyes lit up with a new joy. 

“We had this cheesecake too! See, I told you! Bond-twins.”

Your laughter was shared with everyone at the table, enjoying your dessert until you were too full to even think clearly, and still staring longingly at the empty plate for more. Azriel was slumped down equally at your side, sleepy just like you were, shuffling in his chair to get more comfortable every so often. Your mind flickered back to the thought about his wings, and sleeping in a way that wasn’t too comfortable. Observing the chair he sat in now, it wasn’t the worst, but it certainly wasn’t doing anything to make them comfortable. 

“You tired, baby? Want to head upstairs?” You brushed a hand through his hair, his dropping gaze snapping open a little wider, shock on his face that he’d even been able to let his guard down so much. 

“No, don’t go yet! Stay for another drink, maybe?”

“Let ‘em go, Viv. They probably need to start on their packing for tomorrow, so they don’t have to do it all last minute.” You hadn't even thought about that, all your things still spread out as you’d made yourselves at home in your rooms, even if most of Azriel’s things had managed to sneak their way into yours. “ Besides, they’ve been down here for hours with us, quite the achievement for new mates, they’re probably itching to be alone again, now.” 

Almost as if she’d forgotten it, she gasped, shooing the two of you away enthusiastically. Rounding the table, she swept you both into a hug, pressing a friendly kiss to your cheeks and Azriel’s before letting you go, with a reminder to be up bright and early for a busy day. 

You didn’t winnow this time, instead, the two of you took your time, walking quietly alongside one another back to your room, thumbs playing a war between your hands, and lips occasionally finding one another for a kiss. The fire was still burning when you got in, though it was growing low and down to ashes now, and Azriel was quick to untangle himself in order to throw on some more logs and coals, enough to keep you warm during the night. 

As he did, you stretched your arms over your head, looking around at the mess the two of you had abandoned over the last few days as you’d been otherwise occupied. Clothes were strewn everywhere, products left haphazardly on counters, gifts still piled up and even some plates to be returned. There was no way you could leave it like this. Taking it all in now, you were jostled back to full consciousness just by the sight of it. 

Settling on the dresser, you’d barely made your way over to it, beginning to pull out clothes to start with, when you felt Azriel wrap himself around you from behind, head burying in your neck to start leaving soft kisses there. “We’re not actually packing, right?”

“Oh, yes, we are.” He huffed, staying exactly where he was, continuing to dot his affections along your exposed skin. 

“Can I make an argument for some other activities first?”

“Nope.” You broke free, turning in his arms with a stack of refolded clothes, and dropping them into his hold instead. “You need to go and get creative with how we’re going to fit double the things we brought into those cases.”

He looked down at the pile, before his gaze was returning to you, and he pouted. Giving just a little, you leaned up, granting him a quick kiss that he didn’t have time to deepen, before pulling back. 

“After that though… it’s all up to you. The faster we get this done, the faster we get to—” His kiss silenced you, a bruising crash of his lips into your own that left you laughing breathlessly when he pulled away. 

“Done! I’ll go get the cases, baby.”

[flooooodthewatergatess]

rose-tinted dreams

azul x riddle (twst)

a/n: hiii this was cross-posted on my ao3!! this was written really late at night and i was tired so im gonna say thats my excuse for any writing mistakes. anyway, i love them theyre so cute and i hope u enjoy!

summary: ...Riddle has a problem by the name of Azul Ashengrotto and decides to face it head-on.

word count: 1.4k

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Whenever Riddle’s mind strayed away from his task, he would suddenly wonder what Azul was doing. Whenever Riddle was drinking his tea, he wondered if Azul would like it. Whenever he would visit somewhere, he wondered if Azul had been there before.

It took ages for Riddle to accept that whatever he felt for his fellow housewarden ranged beyond acquaintances, much less friends. Riddle wasn’t one to get distracted, so maybe, he had a teeny-tiny little problem on his hands. The thing was, how to solve it?

For once, Riddle Rosehearts was at a loss. He stood in front of Trey’s room, his hand hesitating over the door. Was he really going to ask his vice-housewarden for love advice? This was so stupid. He should just go back to his room and figure this problem out himself!

Just as he turned, Trey’s door opened and he jumped.

“...Riddle?” Riddle sighed, turning back towards the other.

“Trey,” he said, and Trey stared for a moment, like he was waiting for Riddle to continue speaking. When he didn’t, he raised a brow.

“Did you need something?” Did Riddle need something? Yes. His continuous thoughts of Azul were interfering with his studies and he didn’t know what to do!

“I.. yes.” Riddle hesitated, uncharacteristically shy, which seemed to make Trey intrigued. Riddle looked around, seeing a few students walking out and about. “Can we go into your room?”

Trey didn’t say anything. Instead, he opened the door wider and moved out of the way, allowing Riddle to come in.

“So what’s the problem?” Trey asked, closing the door behind him.

Lots of things were the problem. He couldn’t stop thinking about Azul. His heart fluttered when he would see Azul. He felt worried when he would see that Azul’s smiles wouldn’t reach his eyes. He was… “I’m in love with Azul.”

Trey’s eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Oh?”

“That’s good for you. This is an issue because…?” Trey just seemed incredibly confused and Riddle felt as though he would die of humiliation at any moment.

“Didn’t you hear? I like Azul!” Riddle exclaimed, running a palm down his face.

“But he likes you back, doesn’t he?”

What. What?! Where did Trey hear that?

“Of course not! He wouldn’t like me!” Up until a few weeks ago, Azul had thought of him as a rival! Azul would never return his feelings. Riddle knew that and yet, why did saying it out loud hurt so much?

Trey raised a brow. “Really?”

“Why would you think he does?” Riddle asked, seeing the doubt in Trey’s eyes.

“You two are always together–”

“Working together as housewardens.”

“He gives you free drinks all the time–”

“He’s just trying to get one over on me. I do him favors in return.”

“And he just clearly likes you!” Trey continued, exasperated.

“He doesn’t. He doesn’t like me like that and it’s fine. I just..” Riddle bit his lip. “How do I get rid of these feelings?”

Trey sighed, slowly. “I think you should confess.”

“Confess?” Then, Riddle thought about it. It would give him a clear answer and rejection could be the best way to move on. Otherwise, he could risk grasping onto false hopes that maybe Azul did like him back…

Riddle wasn’t one to hide away from his problems. He always faced them head on and… he shouldn’t let a crush change this fact!

Trey nodded. “You’re right, Trey. In fact, I’m going to go there right now!” RIddle declared before Trey could get another word in. Riddle stomped out of his room, a newfound determination in his guts. He grabbed a small tray of cookies that Trey had made for him the night before.

His mind was on overdrive, rehearsing what he would say in his head, while also slightly… panicking. He hadn’t even realized he had made it past Octavinelle’s Mostro Lounge and to the door of Azul’s office until he heard the very voice that invaded his dreams every night.

“Floyd, stop this nonsense!” Azul’s voice snapped, suddenly, and Riddle hesitated to knock on the door.

“I’m just saying it makes sense! You had a crush on Prince Rielle too in middle school!” Floyd’s voice.

Prince Rielle? Who was that?

“So what? That was a long time ago.”

“You are not fooling anyone. You have always had a thing for assertive redheads. He fits the description quite well, doesn’t he?”

“Jade.” Azul’s voice hissed on the other side of the door. Riddle blushed. Were they.. talking about him?

He let out a slow, deep breath and knocked on the door. The back and forth bickering between the twins and Azul cut to a halt and five seconds later, Jade opened the door.

“Ah, Riddle, please come in,” Jade said, looking strangely amused. Riddle walked in as he caught sight of Azul, who was akin to a deer in headlights.

Riddle handed Jade the tray of cookies. At his confused look, he explained, “Rule #322 states that between the times of four and six p.m., you must bring cookies if you visit someplace else.” Jade nodded and Floyd popped open the tray, taking a cookie instantly.

“R–riddle! What brings you here?” Azul laughed, though it was obviously forced.

“I wanted to speak with you,” Riddle explained. His heart was beating a mile a minute and he needed to get this over with. He glanced at Jade and Floyd, who hadn’t moved a muscle since he arrived. He… didn’t really want an audience for this.. “Alone.”

Azul sent the twins a look. Floyd whined and complained about not getting to see the drama while Jade quietly ushered him into the hall. Their footsteps stopped being heard entirely too soon and Riddle decided not to think about the fact that them listening in on the other side of the door was entirely in character for the two.

“Did you have any business with me, Riddle? I can lend you a hand, if you’re in need of—”

“I like you.” Riddle blurted, then immediately, his face matched the color of his head. Wait, he didn’t want to confess like that, like some lovesick maiden who couldn’t hold back! Azul seemed as shocked as he was because his face flushed a deep red.

Which was.. really, really cute. A sight like that wasn’t one Riddle saw everyday and– okay, he was getting off topic.

“You– what?!” Azul sputtered, speechless.

“I like you, Azul. Embarrassingly so.” Riddle admitted.

“…You like me?” Azul seemed in disbelief and Riddle almost laughed at that because really, who wouldn't like Azul, knowing him like Riddle did? Azul played this role of being a generous person, reliable and kind. Then, after taking down his role, he was someone who only cared about profit or what benefited him.

That was true, and yet.. yet he cared. He felt. He loved. The passion in his eyes when he would talk about things he pretended not to care about could be seen as plain as day when you looked closely. Ever since Riddle discovered this, he wanted to see it more. He wanted to be loved. He wanted Azul.

“I do. If you want to reject me, I suggest you—“

“Reject you?”

Riddle paused. What did that mean?

“Yeah?”

“I—“ Azul started, trailing off. He looked more flustered by the minute and Riddle started genuinely fearing he would pass out. “But..”

Riddle waited for Azul to get his words out.

“I like you too..” Azul muttered, his voice squeaking. He coughed in embarrassment.

This time, Riddle was the one who was shocked.

“Huh?!” He shouted, then immediately froze. He coughed into his hand. “You do? I thought you thought of me as your rival?”

Azul averted his eyes. “Well, I did, but.. after knowing you now, it’s different.”

He didn’t say anything more than that. Perhaps, he was feeling shy. Riddle hummed.

Azul shook his head, awkwardly as he tried to change topics. “Would you like a drink?”

Footsteps outside the hallway shuffled away hastily. They paid it no mind.

“What would you like in return?” Riddle asked, a laugh slipping past his lips. Azul’s lips curled upwards, before he walked up to Riddle, leaning in close.

“A kiss will do quite nicely.” Riddle gasped at his words. What a bold thing to say right off the bat! He looked into Azul’s eyes, then looked down and noticed Azul fidgeting with the hem of his jacket, and maybe the other hadn’t truly recovered.

Riddle smiled back at him, amused. He stood up on his tippy toes until his lips met Azul’s. Unconsciously, his hands wrapped around Azul’s neck to hoist him up more. Azul’s lips were soft against his and he found himself enjoying kissing the merman.

When they pulled back, Riddle smiled at him cheekily. “So, I’m your type?”

“Riddle!”

[odetodilfs]

Meant to be (Multi part series) Part 1

This is a story from you and Hopper's first meeting all the way up to your other life, reader is a photographer than got sent to photograph Hawkins' nature, but you might end up meeting a sexy Chief of Police...

Pairings: Jim Hopper x male reader (background Murray x Alexei) Warnings (growing list but here's what's definitely coming): Scent kink, sex pollen, slight degrading, praising, mention of drugs, homophobic slurs, homophobia in general and violence. This is a love story with some smut, not just something quick to get off to. A Modern day AU where Hawkins is just a normal small town that's pretty conservative, El has no powers, no nothing.

You had accepted to go and live in Hawkins temporarily because the company you photographed for had said that they wanted pictures of scenery from there from all 4 seasons of the year, you knew that a small town wasn’t the best place to be a queer man in even if it was 2023, but still, it was good money.

One thing you weren’t expecting from Hawkins was how handsome the Chief of Police was, that beard, his blue eyes and his arms, legs and ass made you tingly, god, you ached to have him, but guys like this were always straight, plus, you were gonna stay here for over a year, not forever… 

A week into your new life in Hawkins you were walking down the street, coffee in your hand listening to music with your camera in your hand, heading to the forest so you could do what you were sent there to do, take pictures, not thirst over Chief Jim Hopper, taking pictures. You must not have been paying attention to the sidewalk and you tripped over, your coffee spilling but a strong pair of arms caught you before you could fall, “oh god..” you said as you distinguished that familiar greenish color of the Chief’s uniform… “Careful there” he said, smirking, was the world trying to make you go into overdrive?? “Oh- hey Chief… sorry about that…” you looked at the spilled cup of coffee, “No issue, everyone screws up,” he said, he noticed the headphones in your ears, “What you listening to?” he said, trying to break that uncomfortable silence, you handed him the earphones as he smiled, the song Every breath you take sounding, “I love this song, you have good taste” he said as patted your shoulder, how could a man be so fine?

“Where are you heading anyways? This is close to the forest” he said, “Oh, I’m a photographer, they want me to catch scenes from the nature here in Hawkins,” you said, “Ah, I was just heading for my car over there to go back to my cabin,” he said, pointing at his blazer, “I can give you a ride if you want…” your mind immediately thinking about the other dirty things he could mean with that, but you accepted despite your hardening cock.

In the car, he lit a cigarette, “Want one?” he asked, “No thanks, I don’t like them” you said, as you drove into the forest, you told him to stop close to a rock, “There!” you pointed at a rock at the edge of the river, you ran out of the car and photographed there for about half an hour in the area, he even stepped out of the car and smiled as you looked happy photographing this place, he was mesmerized, you were so pretty.

Jim Hopper was a bisexual man, he had shoved down his feelings for men all his life, occasionally crushing on a guy, especially considering how he grew up in a small town in the 90s it was only natural to be scared, but something about you made him feel safe, while at the same time he found you attractive, very attractive in fact, Hopper was taken out of his flashbacks as he heard something falling, it was you, he ran towards you as you hissed in pain at your scraped knee, “Are you okay?” he asked, “Yes- I’m fine.. let’s go now..” “No no no, you’re coming to my cabin and I’ll clean that wound, it’s covered in soil” he said, firmly, that dominant manner made something in your pants begin to grow… “NOT the time” you said to yourself as you walked and got in the Blazer. “I know it hurts, but it’s better in the long run” he said as you gave a small shout in pain from the alcohol he was putting on your wound. “Thank you, chief” you said, “Oh please, call me Jim” he said, you smiled, you somehow felt safe with this man even if you’d known him for an hour and a half, “You comin’ to the bar tonight? We can hang out” he said as you left, “Sure, I’ll try to be there” you smiled at him then left… You actually did go to the bar that night and you ended up becoming good friends after that, best friends even, you learnt he had recently adopted a girl called El that he kept in his cabin and that he had been divorced for 10 years after his daughter Sarah died. You also told him you were gay around a month into the friendship, he said that it was okay and that it didn’t matter, but then a few weeks later Hopper told you about how he was bi, maybe you did have a chance after all? 

[fallingforel]

Hi can i request prompts 9, 10, 16 & 20 w Brad Simpson? Could be kinda angsty but also fluff please

A/n I've been so slow recently a lot has been going on but I'm slowly working through requests so here it is and lets get on with the showwww 😅😅😅

prompts 9,10,16 & 20 “I could never leave you behind.”, “Come with me.” “Drop the attitude.” “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”

words: 1,835

It was a great night, Brad performing to a sold out arena show, with his best mates by his side. It was honestly such a pinch me moment for all of us 20,000 people out there tonight. I had been there for all of it, I didn't mean to give them their break It happened when I was working for EMI I mentioned that my boyfriend had a band one day when he asked what my plans was and said that I was watching my boyfriends band performed, he came that night and then offered them a record deal and it just happened in a whirlwind.

But as I was saying it was a good night...until it wasn't Brad had bought out Sabrina, the one girl I didn't get along with. She made it her mission to break me and Brad up, but it didn't work. However when he was up there with her it hurt me because he seemed so in love with her when they were singing together. Ultimately, I knew it wasn't the truth but I'm a chronic overthinker and it's things like this that send me into overdrive with my overthinking.

Brad didn't know I was here tonight, thinking that I had to work late tonight. So that just made it worse, I was genuinely working late but as I work at his record label and everyone knew I was his girlfriend, Kirstie my bestfriend in the workplace, took over my work so that I could surprise him tonight.

However, I still went backstage to congratulate everyone, I still cared and who was I to turn down a drink with my best mates? They deserved it especially after coming down from a tempestuous high. Alcohol and good music in the green room was the best way to do this, so I went to go find them.

"JAMES!" I shouted spotting the tall blonde boy from a few metres infront of me, "Y/N! what are you doing here? Brad told us you were at work." "well I was. But Kirstie took over my work so that I could be here tonight knowing it was your o2 show tonight. You guys did so good!" I said ending my sentence with a bit more enthusiasm than usual. "Kirstie is so good to you, you'll have to bring her to one of our concerts sometime! I know we'd all love to meet her" "Oh James! She'd love that. Not to mention you two would be perfect for eachother!" "well, that gives you even more reason to bring her round. C'mon drinks are calling our names. May I?" He asks politely making a loop with his arm on his hip. Gesturing for me to link my arm in his, which I nod to.

After just a few twists of the hallway we were at the green room and as soon as I opened the door noticing Brad and Sabrina laughing together, all close as well. But, I was soon distracted by Connor and Tris shouting "Y/N!" at me, followed by both of them wrapping their arms around me. After niceties were made I soon had a vodka cranberry passed to me by Brad, followed by a kiss where he went in for the lips but I turned my head, so it landed on my cheek. Brad clearly upset by it said "Drop the attitude, Y/n. It's not the look you think it is" "yeah it is, especially when I'm pissed off at you" which earnt a few oohs from the other lads in the room which made Brad go off to the balcony where Sabrina fled to when I entered the room.

"Hey Y/n" James said sitting next to me, after watching my face drop when Brad left the room to join Sabrina. "You know you have nothing to worry about right?" "really? Cause you say that...but." I say leaving it up for guesses before being dragged up by Connor to join them in dancing to whatever random song was playing.

After a few songs I had to refill my drink it was a bit too empty for my liking. "What did you mean by what you said earlier?" James asks scaring me because I didn't hear him approaching me due to the loud music that was playing right now. "Nothing that concerns you. You have nothing to worry about Jamesy. Brad and I are fine. Dandy in fact."

"You see. You can't get away with saying that you and Brad are dandy because dandy's your truth hiding word." "Truth hiding word?" "Everyone has one... Tristan's is honestly, Connor's is haha, you know that sarcastic laugh he has?" he asks which earns a nod from me. "Thats his. Brad's is fine. And yours is Dandy." "Whats yours?" "C'mon you seriously don't know? I'm your best mate! surely you know!" "Yeah I do, Its okay. You always say it with a frown on your face. THAT'S yours. I was just testing you Jamesy" I say patting him on the shoulder before walking off to rejoin the party. "That's true, you tricked me! You're trying to change the subject! Don't walk off from me!" "JUST DID MCVEY!" I say while putting my middle finger over my shoulder.

As soon as I rejoined the party (just Tristan and Connor) I felt a force pull me down and my arse hit something soft... which was the sofa, and the force being James "now come on tell me, what's really going on with you and Brad?" "fine but not here...out the room" "okay" is all he says before he's pulling me up from the sofa and pulling me out of the room.

"spill." "Ever since Brad met Sabrina they've always been close, she's tried to break us up, It's clear she feels the same way I feel about him. And what was I supposed to think tonight when she was up there with all you, with Brad singing lovingly, him too. At the one concert I wasn't supposed to be at. How do you think that makes Brad look" "Bad..." is all he replies with realising how it all looks.

"like he's cheating on me, and I know he probably isn't but it's the way it looks James. What else am I supposed to think? How else am I supposed to react? like everything is A-okay between us? I think not... I'm never gonna act that way because I'm not what she is." "Which is what?" "fake blonde and fake as fuck...Now let's get back I need Connor and Tristan to bring my mood back up" which earns a laugh from James before we walk back into the room where Brad and Sabrina had now joined them dancing.

"Y/n!" Brad exclaims before he's pulling me into the dancefloor. which I pull away from and slump on the sofa. James joins them though, switching places with Brad who joins me on the sofa. "You don't seem like yourself tonight, Y/n" Is what he says breaking the ultimate silence between us not the room.

"mmh, wonder why you think when you've only been in the same room as me for all of 5 minutes, before running off with SaBrInA" "Oh come on Y/n I went out for air, And she was helping me set up something" "what for the two of you?" "no for you and I." he says which makes me tilt my head to the side in confusion.

"Come with me, I want to show you something" he takes my hand and pulls me off the sofa still holding my hand before dragging me out to the balcony, where it was set up with a little table with a red gingham print table cloth and red wine on either side, fairy lights keeping the light so we could actually see what was going on. "You did all this for me?" "I kinda knew you'd be here tonight, I asked Kirstie if she could get you away, I knew I needed you to not be near me the whole night so I thought I'd act like I was with Sabrina the whole night and act dumbfounded. I needed to set all this up." I shove his side lightly. "You idiot, I hate you," "You love me." "You're right I do. Unfortunately." "OH come on it's not that unfortunate sweetheart." "Damn! why do you have to be right everytime!" is all I say before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling in for a kiss on his lips.

We stay like that for a few minutes, before he pulls away. "There is actually a reason I did all this though." Is all he says before he drops down slowly onto one knee and pulls a box out of his pocket.

and I'm saying yes before I even realise how old I am, though I don't think it ever mattered between Brad and I how young we are.

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1 year later

"I understand you have both written vows, Brad if you'd like to say yours to Y/n first?"

"Y/n ever since we were little I always said that I'd be there through everything even if I didn't understand what it meant just hearing our mums say it to eachother meant it must be important, when we got to 11 I didn't realise I was in love with you until you were on your first date with some guys name I don't remember, then at 14 you confessed that you loved me and thought you always had. What you didn't realise was that every night I was secretly praying to whoever was listening up above to make you in love with me too and it happened. Then at 16 you gave me my big break at your internship with EMI and she thought I would leave her behind. But Y/n darling I could never leave you behind. and here we are at 20 together, 6 long years of us being in a relationship. 20 years of friendship and we've been through everything together, And I'm still going to be here together through everything"

"Brad, where do I even begin? Even though I say James is my bestfriend, you are, you always have been, but you've been more than that. At 7, my mum told me that a husband should be your bestfriend someone that doesn't feel like a chore to be with, someone you'd rather spend time with than be away from. And that's exactly what you've been from the very beginning. Even though we're only 20 right now I know we're it for eachother, we'll be both lasts and firsts and I think that's how we're made to be, together or apart I'll love you forever" Is all I say before he's pulling me in for a kiss and dipping me down. Earning a standing ovation from everyone and making the couples kiss. Safe to say, we bought Kirstie and James together, because front row they were kissing for the first time.

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To the Ends of the Earth Part 21

Supernatural

Pairings: Gabriel x Reader

Rating: Mature

Summary:  AU Supernatural. Gabriel is tired of Micahel and Raphael’s constant interfering and dictating what’s best for him. Little do they know that he’s been sneaking to earth to fall in love with you. When he convinces you to run away with him, all hell is about to break loose.

Link to Part 20

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1 week later…

You lay with Gabriel on the couch snuggled against his side as some tv show played unnoticed in the background. Halfway through, whatever show it was, you closed your eyes and snuggled further against Gabriel. He placed one of his hands over yours that you had laid on his chest. Neither of you had said much in a while but the quiet cuddling was enough.

The last week had thankfully calmed down. Dean had slowly accepted that you were pregnant. You were positive that Dean had tracked Chuck down and threatened him real good about keeping you alive. When he came home Dean seemed to be in a lot better of a mood. You could only assume that threatening Chuck would bring that level of happiness.

Was Dean happy about you being pregnant…no. Something told you that your eldest brother wouldn’t be happy until the baby was born and you were alive.

Gabriel also wasn’t saying much about the baby-to-be. While you didn’t expect him to be excited, you wished he would “open up.” The best that you could assume was your lover would be like Dean. While he wasn’t as on edge as Dean was, you could still sense Gabriel’s nervousness. His eyes were always on you now. He seemed to be watching every move that you made while being totally prepared to smite whatever could harm you in the slightest.

“Maye that is his love language when it comes to the baby?”

That was the best thought that you could formulate. Gabriel had told you a few days prior that he could sense the baby’s heartbeat. The look in his eyes when he said those words and how he stroked his fingers over your still flat stomach gave you some hope as to his feelings.

Minus, the baby on the way, everything else with Gabriel was just like usual. You were thankful for that at least. If Gabriel turned off the love supply, you would have totally fallen apart. From the brief bit of the baby book that you had read (until you got to the part about birthing pictures and nearly vomited) apparently, a woman’s sex drive was supposed to increase.

“…Yep, that’s happening.”

“How are you feeling?”

Gabriel asked softly, pulling you from your thoughts. He originally didn’t want to wake you but the quiet of the room was beginning to drive him nuts. Gabriel wouldn’t say it but his anxiety went into near overdrive whenever you were quiet for long periods. Yes, he was able to check you over at any time but hearing your voice seemed to make all of his worries go away. You yawned snuggling further into his side instantly making the worry within Gabriel vanish.

“Fine. My stomach hurts a bit but I suppose that I should get used to that.”

Gabriel put a finger to your head and the sick feeling instantly vanished. He gave you a sheepish little smirk before moving to kiss your forehead.

“I guess that will be a benefit of having a baby with me. I can make all of the nasty…side effects go away.”

“That will be definitely useful.”

You replied before yawning again. Gabriel moved to stroke a hand down your back toward the waistband of your jeans.

“Before you get too comfortable…”

He started but stopped suddenly and sat up. You gave him a curious frown as Amelia came running in with a small box in her hand. It took all you had to stop yourself from smirking at the annoyed expression on Gabriel’s face. If Dean were in the room, you were 100% positive that mentions of being “cock blocked” would have come up.

“Hi, shorty. What do you have there?”

You asked, sitting up. Amelia was nearly bouncing up and down. Gabriel raised an eyebrow before smirking. The little girl reminded him so much of you it felt as if he was looking into a mirror.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig! I named her Snickerdoodle!”

You instantly looked up to Dean as he stepped into the room with a shit-eating grin on his face. He gave you a small shrug before you turned back to your niece who had fished the petrified-looking animal out of the box.

“Oh, that’s nice. She’s lovely, sweetie. Does your daddy know about Snickerdoodle?”

Amelia shook her head and shoved some of her dark hair out of her face.

“I see. Maybe you should…oh look there’s Sam now.”

Sam automatically sighed. He hated that tone. He knew “that” tone. Something was up and something told him that it involved him somehow.

“I love conversations that start like this.”

Amelia ran over to Sam nearly hopping up and down with delight.

“Uncle Dean got me a guinea pig!”

Sam automatically scowled at Dean. This was the last thing that he wanted to get involved with too. Between a pregnant sister who would be giving birth to an archangel’s baby, his own child, dealing with Michael, and all of the other kinks involved with being a Winchester…Sam just didn’t have a “guinea pig” in him.

“Uh huh…he did, did he? Amelia…guinea pigs are…”

Sam tried to think of the right word. He looked up at Gabriel.

“Violent?”

Gabriel suggested, earning a scowl from both Sam and yourself. He only gave you a little shrug as Sam knelt down to Amelia.

“Sweetie, guinea pigs are a lot of work. Uncle Dean, Aunt Y/n, and I are really busy…I’m not sure if this is a good idea. Uncle Dean and I are gone a lot and Aunty Y/n is about to have a baby soon…”

Amelia gave Sam a pouty frown.

“I can do it. I am 5 whole years old.”

Dean made his way over to Gabriel with a smirk.

“This is your first real lesson on being a parent…how to cave.”

Gabriel’s amber eyes rolled over to Dean.

“If you give my child one of those rats, I may smite you.”

Dean quickly moved away from Gabriel shaking his head.

“Tough crowd.”

You rolled your eyes at Dean and Gabriel before turning back to Amelia who was clearly happy with her new furry friend. Her little face showed nothing but pure joy. You couldn’t help but smile at her. Ever since Amelia had moved into the bunker, you took extra care to find little things to bring her joy with. Something told you that Dean used the same excuse to bring Snickerdoodle home.

“Would you two get a room?”

You muttered before kneeling down next to Amelia.

“You really like her don’t you?”

Amelia nodded.

“Yes, aunty. She has a wiggly nose.”

Amelia then attempted to make her nose wiggle like the guinea pig that was nestled in her arms. Again, you couldn’t help but smile. You noticed a small smile grace Gabriel’s face too. You knew that he would never admit it but Amelia had grown on him. Whether it be the fact that she reminded the archangel so much of you as a child or Amelia just had her “own little way” you knew that Gabriel liked her presence.

You turned your attention to Sam, who still looked less than amused with Snickerdoodle’s arrival. Taking a breath, you leaned closer to Amelia.

“Maybe we can talk your daddy into letting Snickerdoodle stay. I can help you look after her.”

Amelia immediately squealed before nearly throwing the poor guinea pig up in the air with joy. You quickly reached out and wrapped your hands around Snickerdoodle and gave Sam a small smile. He groaned and shook his head.

“Fine. She can stay but I better not smell anything.”

Amelia nodded and wrapped her arms around Sam’s legs squealing about how he was the best daddy ever.

“What about me? I’m the one that bought the thing.”

Dean grumbled. Amelia quickly went over to Dean and gave him the same attention.

“I am winning that world’s okayest uncle cup.”

Dean said with a smirk as Cas stepped in. The frown on his face told you that something wasn’t well in the world. Standing up you inched closer to him as he muttered something to Gabriel.

Gabriel turned to you. The cutesy moment with the guinea pig was now shot to hell. He hated even mentioning Cas’ news to you.

“What is it?”

You asked softly. Gabriel sighed.

“My father is here with yet another surprise.”

Both Sam and Dean groaned, mirroring Gabriel’s reaction. You too felt a feeling of dread wash over you. While Chuck’s last visit brought you news of the baby…it also brought a feeling of darkness over the bunker that hadn’t 100% washed away.

“Oh boy this day just keeps getting better.”

You commented before turning to Jack.

“Jack, can you stay in here with Amelia?”

Jack eagerly nodded before sitting down beside Amelia, who clearly didn’t care about the business of adults at the moment.

You turned to follow your brothers and Gabriel into the library where Chuck stood with a smile on his face.

“I thought I would come back…”

Gabriel wrapped a hand around yours, keeping his eyes locked on Chuck.

“Please tell us that you aren’t here to bring more good news. We are worried enough about what you brought last time.”

Dean said. He knew that he would never stand a chance against Chuck but he could put his thoughts on matters out there. What Chuck did with said thoughts and opinions was up to him.

Chuck, meanwhile, felt his smile fade. Everyone was looking at him as if he would be declaring that the world would be ending. Gabriel was watching him with a cold frown.

“Gabriel, you can stop frowning. I haven’t brought anything bad…not really…”

“Forgive me for not trusting you.”

Gabriel said in a low cold tone.

“Gabe.”

You whispered, squeezing his hand. The last thing that you wanted to witness was Gabriel and Chuck having some kind of epic showdown.

“It's okay, Y/n. Nothing bad is going to happen. I’m actually here with a special surprise for you…well…I suppose for Sam and Dean too.”

Sam winced while Dean mumbled something about “that last time Chuck gave them a surprise it was resulting in you becoming some kind of fucked up science experiment.”

You bit your lip, not even daring to look at Chuck.

“You know, Chuck, you have really given us enough surprises. I mean…we have met our quota…maybe you should go…bless…someone else?”

Chuck smiled, shrugging.

“I was thinking about the predicament that you are in. Yeah, you have your brothers. While that’s special, you deserve to have your father in your life.”

You felt your mouth drop as John stepped out from behind Chuck.

“Oh shit.”

Dean muttered while John gave the three of you an exhausted smile. He didn’t seem to notice or care to notice how freaked out the three of you look.

“My kids.”

John was in front of you before you knew it. He looked down at you with a smile before pulling you into a hug. Standing motionless, you couldn’t remember the last time that John had actually hugged you. John was never the “touchy-feely” kind of father so this was totally out of your element.

“Y/n, sweetheart, look how much you have grown up.”

John turned to Sam and Dean following the same lead. Both of your brothers looked beyond uncomfortable too as John made what would typically sound like a heart felt sentiment.

“Dad, you’re alive…and here.”

Dean choked out as John hugged him. John nodded before turning to say something kind to Chuck but the man was nowhere to be found.

“Yeah, I am. I think I got another chance and I am so glad to see the three of you. The three of you stuck together…just like you should have.”

Sam cleared his throat.

“It wouldn’t be any other way.”

John turned back to you. The last time that he had seen you, you were just a young teenager. Now here you stood, a grown woman. John’s eyes landed on Gabriel.

“Who are you?”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He knew this was about to be a shit show.

Of course, it's a shit show. Anytime my father shows up it's a blasted shit show! Now, look what he’s gone and done.

“Gabriel.”

Gabriel said his name very matter-of-factly. He didn’t really feel like getting in an all-out brawl with John Winchester of you but something told you that it would happen very soon.

John, meanwhile, narrowed his eyes on Gabriel. While he expected that you, at some point, would choose a lover…he wasn’t expecting it to be now. Granted, part of him expected to come back and you still be a young girl.

“The two of you are together?”

You nodded, stepping closer to Gabriel.

“Yes, dad, we are. I’m assuming the guy that brought you here didn’t explain anything to you?”

John frowned, his eyebrows knitting together.

“What is there to talk about? I’m alive again.”

You groaned, mentally cursing Chuck under your breath. Of course, Chuck didn’t tell John Winchester the “truth” of everything going on in his children’s lives.

“Oh, there is a lot to talk about. Come on, we all need to go have a little chat.”

You replied. Meeting Sam and Dean’s eyes, you knew that this wasn’t about to be pretty.

“Dad, do you have a gun on you?”

You asked casually. John nodded. He thought this was a weird question but decided to go with it.

“Yeah, why?”

You shook your head.

“Put it on safety.”

John looked a little confused before following you into a dining room. You motioned to a seat.

“Sit down. We have a lot to talk about.”

John quietly did as he was told. His attention went back to Gabriel who was still frowning at him. Something about the way the man was looking at him made John on edge and he didn’t like it. There wasn’t something quite right with the man at your side. All of John’s hunter instincts were going on edge as he realized Gabriel wasn’t blinking.

“Yeah, I think we do, kiddo.”

John replied as Sam and Dean sat down. You didn’t even know where to start. Never in a million years did you think that you would have to explain yourself to your father ever again. When John was killed, you decide that would be the end of that…boy was you wrong!

“Dad, in the time that you have been gone…we have been through a lot. I mean like a hell of a lot. Sam, Dean, and I have gone through things that you probably wouldn’t believe…”

“Oh, I can believe a lot.”

John commented. You blinked a few times as John continued talking.

“Just tell me what it is. The three of you know that I don’t like…”

You held a hand up.

“Okay, we are in the middle of a second apocalypse. The archangel Michael is wreaking havoc in our lives. The three of us have dealt with the forces of heaven and hell, more monsters than you would care to believe, the British men of letters…I’m sure I am leaving a lot out.”

John blinked, looking totally stunned. He didn’t exactly expect to hear all of that.

“Are you joking?”

You weren't quite sure but for some reason, you started laughing. The last thing that you really wanted was to argue with your father about what you had really done over the past few years. John didn’t know the hell that the three of you had gone through over the years. You did. Sam and Dean did. John did not.

“No dad, I’m not joking. Oh, there’s more. Dean and I are dating angels and I’m pregnant.”

Gabriel stared at you with his mouth open. He honestly expected you to tell John a little more gently but no. You just threw that on him like a wet blanket.

“Surprise.”

Gabriel said with a smirk on his face as John turned to him. It made sense! It all made sense now. John now could see why Gabriel wasn’t blinking in addition to the cold distant expression on his face.

“You’re an angel and she’s pregnant?”

Gabriel nodded.

“That is what she said.”

John shook his head.

“I don’t believe it.”

Gabriel waited a moment before snapping his fingers and disappearing. The room was silent before Gabriel turned up beside you.

“Do you know anyone else that can do that because I sure as hell don’t?”

John jumped up, knocking the chair that he was sitting in over.

“Holy shit! You are an angel!”

Gabriel nodded.

“Yep, not just an angel. I’m an archangel. I warn you, human, don’t make move near her or I will smite you back to where you came from.”

John snarled.

“Get away from my daughter.”

Gabriel shook his head before freezing John where he stood.

“I can’t do that.”

John growled before turning his attention to Sam and Dean.

“You two just let this happen? I told the two of you to watch your sister! Letting her get knocked up by a rouge archangel isn’t part of keeping an eye on her.”

You, meanwhile, suddenly remembered your voice.

“Hold on a minute, dad. You don’t get to come here and start things like this. Sam and Dean did everything that they were supposed to and more. You are my father. You should have been there for us and you weren’t! Don’t you dare give me shit about being on hunts either. It shouldn’t have been Dean’s job to look after Sam and me the way he did. He was our mother and father more than you ever were. He didn’t get to be a kid. I’m my own damn person and make my own decisions. Sam, Dean, and I look out for each other but they don’t tell me what to do and you aren’t either. Chuck may have brought you back but you aren’t going to come in here and order us around. For once, we have our lives figured out and we are just fine with it.”

You turned and walked from the room without another word. Gabriel, turned back to John for a moment.

“It’s so lovely to see that you are still the same human that you were years ago. Excuse me, my wife needs me.”

Gabriel put extra emphasis on the word “wife.” He knew it would antagonize John all the more and he didn’t care….

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[bashfulgnome]

10 Years of Wrecking, Week 5 – Overflow

10 Years of Wrecking

Week 5 (Nov. 26 - Dec. 2): Free Week

My friend @cr1ms0nlord shared some lovely art with me and asked if I could write a fic based on the same concept (thanks for the idea buddy!). Well, what better time to release it than on the final day of 10 Years of Wrecking?

The fic is under the cut, but I would also like to thank everyone who participated in this month-long celebration and shared their WIR art, stories, and thoughts with the fandom for the anniversary. I'll continue reblogging any more contributions that I've missed and you're free to keep creating whenever you'd like (believe me, I take a really long time to make fanworks) but a big thank you to all participants and all of my wonderful friends I've made in this fandom. You've made these past 10 years amazing and I'm so glad we've met and bonded over this awesome movie. I hope to have many more good times with you all in the future!

She'd just about finished her ramen, but he hadn’t even noticed. 

The cool early-evening breeze in the shady outdoor patio ruffled the awnings of the shops and hotels along the main street in Extreme EZ Livin' 2. Felix had told her when she met up with him that it might be a little chilly, and insisted on lending her one of his shirts for an extra layer over her tank top just in case. The little button-down uniform wasn't exactly a comfortable fit, but the thought alone warmed her up just fine. It was pretty cute that he’d forgotten the height difference, too.

Tamora watched Felix struggling with the noodles, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, clearly unaccustomed to this kind of utensil. The chopsticks were smooth and free of splinters (a testament to the quality of the restaurant) but this didn't exactly help him grip his food. He'd spent the entire meal trying to make sure everything went perfectly. She was accustomed to chaos and disappointment–surely nothing could've SNAFU'd a lunch date that badly–but he seemed hyperfocused on making sure he didn't spill anything, or splash any hot broth, or make any noises.

Watching his consideration in overdrive merged affection and pity, how he cared about doing his best for her so much that he suppressed his little quirks and nervous habits. Not that it could've have been possible for him to even do anything in this situation that would drive her off; even when Felix was completely out of his element he always meant well.

It was something that attracted her to him, that even this early on in their relationship he tried so hard and valued what they had started building so much, but she couldn't help feeling that she was killing him somehow. Sprites passing through Game Central and hiding fearful glances, making a hole at her approach...did he sometimes see her that way too? Was he just better at hiding it?

If she stayed too long, would she erode what made him...him? The sweetness, patience, loyalty–how could he stay in one piece? He was used to such a simple life; how could she be anything other than too much? 

Tamora felt her own grip on her wrist tighten. The thought that eventually he'd be disappointed–or worse, hurt–if he got into this any deeper...burned and scratched inside her head. Just looking at him, a tenderness welled inside her chest that compelled her to keep Felix safe, to make sure his happiness wasn't wasted. She couldn't deny her own feelings for him of course, but he'd fallen hard and fast, riding higher than a past-midnight BurgerTime customer. Whatever image he had of her would have to shatter under its own weight eventually, in spite of them both. 

And still, what she’d been through tore at the scars whenever they had started to close, the cuts even deeper with the knowledge that it technically wasn't "real", never had been. That barrier was invisible but solid as any boundary at the edge of the map. It amazed her that the warmth he radiated was even able to pass through that wall, or that she'd turned out to be capable of sending any of her own back out towards him.

Maybe she was healing, the wounds opening less often and closing a little more tightly and quickly each time. Whether it was at his expense she couldn't tell.

Chancing a peek over at Felix, she noticed his cheeks had flushed from the heat of the dish. He lifted his head from the bowl, looked around, and made eye contact with her as he became reacquainted with his surroundings. 

"Still hot?"

His face went blank for a moment before he answered with a delayed startle.

"Oh yes ma'am...the ramen! The ramen's still pipin' hot! Had to take a break or I would've steamed my face right off!"

The corners of her mouth quirked into an unguarded smile. She could listen to that voice read a technical manual.

In a fit of nervous laughter Felix glanced back down at his chopsticks, still awkwardly adorned with a tangle of ramen–the broth dripping onto the table and his pants. Panicked, he took one bite and inhaled, pulling the noodles in with a loud, unintended slurp that bugged his eyes out in surprise.

Something in her chest twisted itself loose. Before she could think, a gale of laughter blew out from deep inside her. She leaned her forehead into one hand and gripped the table with the other, the crashing double-wave of that goofy visual and sound pummeling her previous train of thought and knocking her off balance.

Felix scrambled for a clump of napkins to dry his face and table before that...beautiful sound pealed in his ears. He'd heard chuckles and snorts from Tamora before, but never this lovely outburst of uninhibited happiness.

He reached out a hand to clasp over hers in affection and felt the tickle of an oncoming laugh himself. Unfortunately, he didn't make it past a sharp breath before being immediately reminded that all the spice had settled into that last mouthful of his meal.

“Tha-haaaaat” he wheezed, “wa-haaas a mistake!”

His violent coughs finally shook her out of her laughing fit as she watched him down the rest of his drink in one shot.

"Felix..." she panted, "I-I'm so sorry, the…! The sound just–I couldn't help it, are you okay?"

"Whew…oh my land… I'm just dandy! Nothing a cold drink couldn't wash down. 'M sorry I made such a mess–"

"Don't be. Haven't laughed like that in ages." 

She put a hand across his back, letting it linger on its way, and leaned in to kiss him on the nose. Felix didn't bend, or break, or recoil. He just laid his hand atop hers on his shoulder, and leaned into her with an even redder face and contented sigh.

"I'm glad I got to hear it, Tammy."

It was such a sincere response that she couldn't bring herself to hold eye contact.

"Y'know, next time don't fuss so much. You're gonna need to save that stress for everything else I put you through."

"I'm not jokin', you have a wonderful laugh. I wanna make you do that more often."

"I'm not joking either."

Felix paused. He looked around again and lowered his voice to just above a whisper.

"This isn't about dinner, is it?" He fidgeted with his hammer, running his thumb over the head’s curve. "I know I've been a bit jumpy lately but...I just don't wanna step on any toes. You don't have to tell me anythin' if you don't want to, but I won't be goin' anywhere if you do either. I can handle it, I promise."

Tamora pulled him a little closer.

She'd eaten the stalest crackers and ugliest MREs the service had to offer, but he cooked homemade soup, chili, and pies for her anyway.

She'd show up at her game’s exit covered in blood and grime from work and gotten into some brutal fistfights, but he still politely took off his hat and kissed her hands anyway.

She'd learned to manage the lingering mental scars and nightmares, but he did his best to understand and take care of whatever he could to put her at ease anyway.

Felix may have been a lover rather than a fighter, but if he was tough enough to stay by her side...well, maybe she didn't have anything to be afraid of. All those things Tamora loved about him weren't just painted on. She couldn't wear away something that filled him from the inside out, not any more than he could ever take away the fire that'd forged her relentless spirit in everything she undertook. He'd only ever stoked it.

"I'll take that chance if you will," she finally replied with a smile. "Maybe I can return the favor."

He kissed her knuckles and gazed up into her eyes with that entranced look that always settled across his features in moments like these.

"You already have..."

That settled it. He wasn't about to be one more thing that her past would take away from her.

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[maritessa]

I tried the A3! Ship chart except my brain is always on overdrive so I don't know what's going on. Everything here is under aspec lens so nothing is romantic unless stated otherwise.

Detailed explanation under the cut.

This basically means that they have a label on their relationship but they're alterous. I think BanTsumu are boyfriends and possibly married in the future. To be honest, I don't really care what their labels is but I think they're the type to put a name on their relationship.

Established:

BanTsumu is my ultimate OTP, I just like the peaceful vibes they give. Tsumugi becomes a lot more playful when he's around Banri and Banri is uncharacteristically always tied around Tsumu's little finger. They're polar opposites but they find comfort in each other like how Banri helped calm Tsumugi down with a cup of coffee when he was nervous and how Tsumugi makes Banri feel safe enough to release his worries. As an aspec mf their dynamic feeds my soul!

Romantic:

1. SakyoIzu: they're not really my top choice but if I'm gonna ship them, I think they would be romantic.

2. TaiYuki: Taichi definitely has the fattest crush on Yuki and I think once he realizes it, he's gonna want something more out of it.

3. TsumuHaru: Tsumugi and Haruto just scratch an itch in my head😔 I think they're the type of couple who tease each other endlessly, act like they're done with each other's antics, and they constantly bicker but at the end of the day, they understand each other most.

OTP:

1. ChikaIzu: MY ALTEROUS BELLS 🫶 RING SO HARD FOR THESE TWO. They are family and they would do anything for each other. They're not shy to reach out when the other needs help, they make promises with each other, they have a playful dynamic, they bond with each other even in the most mundane settings... MY BRAIN JUST HURTS WHEN I THINK OF THEM because I want what they have!!!

2. AzuTasu: Tasuku is just so down bad for Azuma, man. LIKE WHAT EVEN IS THE ENTIRETY OF NOCTURNALITY? Not only that, Tasuku is DENSE but for some reason, he's always one step ahead of comforting Azuma. Also, why does he call everyone by their last name EXCEPT AZUMA 😭 LIKE WHAT THE HELL? Don't even get me started with Azuma's semi playful flirting and Tasuku just responds in the most sincere way THEN AZU GETS ALL FLUSTERED? Whenever these two interact, I just want someone to punch me.

3. HisoIta: I saw this ship one day, thought about it for 10 minutes, and hopped in the ship. I love the idea of spoiler x spoiled. Itaru is SO good at spoiling people and Hisoka is like a cat that needs to be spoiled rotten. Hisoka is also the type of person who will let you do your thing but he'll try to help you in his own terms when he feels like you need help. I like that cause I think Itaru likes his own space and pace so Hisoka is perfect for that!!

4. ME AND KASUMI : look, I know her wife died and I'm sorry but like... If the triplets need a stepmom just hook me up.

Like:

1. JuTen: I just love the mutual respect they have for each other 🛐

2. HisoSaku: TWO ANGELS TOGETHER IS NEVER THE WRONG MOVE!!! Hisoka has this vibe that he's always carrying something heavy and I think whenever he's around Sakuya, he relaxes and he likes watching over how pure Sakuya is about everything. I think if Sakuya asks Hisoka for a favor, he would skip his sleep just to fulfill it.

3. BanSaku: THESE TWO JUST.... *SQUISH* I have no words except AHHHHHHH KEEP LOOKING OUT FOR EACH OTHER!!!

4. TenSaku: Tenma's crush on Sakuya in Act 1 never died on me. Sakuya's acting was acknowledged to not be the best at that time but he just saw how pure and passionate Sakuya is for acting so he felt inspired. HE TALKED TO HIM TO RESPECTFULLY TOO LIKE 🙉🙉 Y'all make me crazy.

5. CitoTsuzu: Citron please keep looking after our playwright boy. He may complain all the time but he looks up to you so much and I know you adore him for all he is.

Poly:

1. Fuyupoly: Fuyu is so unserious 💀 I know they're supposed to be the mature group but I swear I was never fully sold on that idea. I think they'd all live together with their shenanigans until they die.

2. CitoIzuChika: This is kinda complicated but like Citron and Izumi are bros, super tight bros, they always go out together and hang out— everyone is convinced they are together. Chikage and Izumi are the same but their dynamic is more serious than the crackhead energy CitoIzu gives. At one point, they just started going on dates together and now they have this giant queerplatonic poly/polybromantic thing going on.

I do not know how my brain cooked this up so please don't ask.

BroTP:

1. MukuYuki: MY BABIES 🫶 I want them to be there for each other forever

2. KumoAzuShift: The Bois hanging out.

3. TaiAza: the bois hanging out 2. Azami better be Taichi's wingman for Yuki!

4. BanIta: I think this is very common but it's mostly because of their gaming ventures.

5. BanTen: Their interests line up really well and I just love watching them talk tbh

6. ChikaIta: Please roast each other even more 🤗 also, Chikage is Hisoka's brother but Hisoka is with Itaru. I like them getting along but also I like Chikage being like "what the fuck" everytime he sees a new side of Hisoka when he's with Itaru. Maybe we can have either side ranting to Chikage about their relationship problems and Chikage is like "just fucking talk to each other my god".

7. MasuSaku: THE OG LEADS

8. MasuTange: Tangerine is so cute and I love love love him with Masumi. Masumi is so >:( while Tangerine is a ball of sunshine!! I need more interactions with the two of these!! LIKE AT LEAST SHOW US THEM CALLING EACH OTHER 😭

9. CitoIzu: MY ULTIMATE BRO OF ALL BROTPs! 🛐 These two will probably do anything together and I mean anything. I'm convinced they'd get married while skydiving just to prove a point they're making. They are besties who enable each other's bad ideas 😍 and I love it. My favorite genre is dumbasses being dumbasses.

NOTP:

1. JuBan : I don't hate JuBan but I have bad experiences with JuBan fans that kinda ruined the ship for me :( I'm sorry it's not them, it's the fans that terrorize my BanTsumu posts in the past.

Parent:

1-4. Kumon and Muku w Guy and Tsumugi: I just want the winter adults to look after my chaotic chuunibyou son and his cute but equally chaotic cousin. Guy looking after anyone in general is adorable to be honest and I like Tsumugi's teacher side.

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

General Metallic Roses Headcanons

By miraculous luck, I accidentally discovered the underground lab while on a roadtrip by myself. I was launched into space because I angered Dr.Forrester for “snooping”. After floating stranded by the Satellite of Love, I was recovered and we now float around the galaxy facing Pearl’s wrath via cheesy movies for messing around her son’s lab. The bad news? Shortly after was the Deadly Mantis episode (aka Earth was destroyed). So there was no coming back to Earth anytime soon.

It was love at first sight. The moment I boarded the Satellite of Love, something came over him. We both felt so warm… even secure. I didn’t want to rush into it. I made sure to bottle it up, even with my feelings bubbling inside of me like champagne. Mr.Snarky couldn’t even think of a thing to say due to feeling intimidated.

Eventually, things eased up and we joked a lot in the theatre and grew closer. I even got to spend some time getting in trouble with Crow and Servo. I can’t remember who confessed first, we both sort of did at the same time when we spent time alone in Crow’s room to play games. I think it was truth or dare that did the trick. We felt awkward but decided to be together officially because the whole time we felt the same way. We just kept painfully dancing around in circles, worrying about what one would think of the other

Crow is such a sweetheart! He’s incredibly playful but knows how to be in touch with his feelings. Granted, he may look up to his friends for advice (with GPC being the best mentor), but he at least makes an effort. He’ll try to be a flirty playboy and I admit I easily crumble under his flirtatious advances. “You know you want me, baby!” “Oh honey, you’re making my heat sinks work in overdrive!”

We always sit next to each other in the theatre! Sometimes we hold hands, sometimes he leans his head on my left shoulder. He may even yawn and throw his arm over my shoulders to pull me closer. My sense of humor tends to be a mix between light-hearted quips and some violent commentary at most. Someone could be screaming in the movie and I’ll go “AAAAAH THE MEATLOAF!”

I love being able to spend time doing just about anything. We’ll read stories together, annoy Mike, and do just about whatever comes to mind. I love being able to show him the scrapbook I had in my backpack and teach him of what little there was of Earth from my perspective.

Absolute cuddlebug!!! We are very mushy and I seemed to have got him to open up that way, ignoring Servo’s gagging. I am more likely to pick Crow up and carrying him about as a “free lift.” I also love kissing him all over. He doesn’t really have lips so it’s more likely we peck at each other, but we can make do with what we can

It doesn’t hurt him thank GOSH, but when Crow is up to no good bc he’s a little sneak wreaking chaos and havoc, I have to pull him away like this ⬇️(He honestly does it on purpose half the time bc he finds it funny)

Music is a big thing with us! Crow will serenade to me. I will try to learn a song on my kalimba and play it back to him. If I’m particularly weepy, he might sing a song to cheer me up.

There are moments where out of nowhere, we slip into deep conversation (and this is usually at night after I read him his bedtime story). We’ll just sort of leak into a small, philosophical discussion while staring out at the stars from our window. And then snap out of it like “Wow, that just happened. *SNORK*” And then we fall asleep

I AM STANNING EARTH VS SOUP! MAKE IT HAPPEN, UNIVERSAL 😤😤😤

[winterbrrrd]

A final poem for the sad white rapper

I once fucked a sad boy rapper who

Came fast inside of me

And afterwards he got up frantic,

Post-alarm ignored by sleep.

He said knew I would be thick but

Not THIS thick -

He’s so discrete,

As if his minor league rap schtick

Gives him the credibility

To hand select just like a butcher

Choosing his best cut of meat,

A dozen corpses in the freezer

Dangling hooked, ready to eat.

He landed in the frayed pink chair that

My black cat scratches with glee

And then proceeded

To spit his autobiography at me,

Divulging stories of

Ex-girlfriend

And his vast humanity

In the lengths he went to heal her,

Steal her sick identity,

Make it his own,

Like he’s so selfless,

Like a nurse working for free.

He took her pain

And made it his

In place of personality.

And now he’s using me like her,

My sacred body as dumpster

To discard of pent up jizz,

Like I was blessed to touch this nerd.

“You’re so much better than a robot therapist

And much cheaper.”

“It’s my pleasure,”

I’m always lying, distant forecasts for weather

A week away, will always change,

Just like the clouds that I capture.

In the back of loose screw head,

Beyond the pinball of his lips,

I’m repeating,

“didn’t realize that you would be this thick.”

Didn’t realize that I would be this thick?

Or didn’t think

That a girl with stretch marked hips

Would steal your fragile self-conceit?

Yeah, I’m thick

Like an aged tree

In a clearing of the woods

Providing shelter with my limbs,

Providing homes for nesting squirrels.

And my healing isn’t free

To steal from me like writhing worms;

Violent extraction from the earth -

No, sir, I save it for the birds.

My healing isn’t free,

It’s not some manic pixie dream

Designed for men in dire need

Of holy soul awakening

From a girl with neon hair

That she cuts, though she can’t see

What the scissors take away

Beyond her brain’s

Periphery.

I’m not a manic pixie dream

And my healing isn’t free.

Only a healer cuz I’ve hurt in ways

A man wouldn’t believe.

Wouldn’t believe but would gaslight

Starting another screaming fight;

He throws a wrench at the oven

And shatters glass;

I watch and cry.

I am not manic,

No, the truth is that I’m trying to survive

By throwing my adrenaline into

A state of overdrive.

I’m not a pixie,

Only seem it,

For I’m oft in states of flight,

Running from men who suck my soul out

Like the marrow they can’t bite.

They hunt for food, they hunt for sport,

They pose with me,

Bloody delight -

Exquisite corpse in camera lens,

Spent bullets glimmering in light.

I am a healer,

But not yours,

And I’ll make it mirror clear,

Showing you your own damn self,

Refusing you the chance to steal

From me my life source or my energy,

This well of gasoline.

I’ll flick my yellow cigarette

If you approach me just to drink.

There were so many

So damn many

There were 40 in one season

And reflecting on that summer

Gives me 40 more good reasons

To stay sober,

Stay connected

To my gods,

The one I choose.

They are not men,

Men aren’t my friends

Unless they love beyond

My boobs,

Beyond my thrusts,

Beyond my touch,

Beyond the trauma they can taste

When I come round

And loosen up,

They see an easy ass to rape.

They see easy

They see easy

They see vulnerability

They see a store

That they can loot

While the city is sleeping.

They steal TVs,

Leave fever dreams

That wake me up each night at 3,

No longer sleep,

No longer weep,

I just stare blankly at a screen

Marking my pins on Google Maps,

1,000 places I can flee

Sad white rappers who saw just saw trash,

Not my technicolor body.

So what, I’m chubby.

So I’m tattooed

With my own untrained right hand.

So what, I’m scarred,

So what, I’m childish,

So I can’t live off the land.

I see this universe in me,

The constellations so unique

That you wouldn’t recognize them

Lest I taught you to perceive.

And I reserve heavenly teachings

For the souls who do not seek

To wrap their tentacles around me,

Squeeze until I cannot breathe.

I reserve it for my ____

For the silence when we speak

Amidst the distance from

______ to Florence, Kentucky.

It feels like lightyears when we’re absent

From each other for two weeks,

Thank god sound travels fast as Flash

For children of technology.

And in the silence of the hours,

I can hear him piss and eat,

The little sounds of Stardew Valley,

Planting flowers on repeat.

So I pretend that I’m beside him,

Like there’s nowhere else to be,

And I relax within his grasp -

No nightmares,

Only reveries.

[miracleweaponhunt]

Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 24: Fake Guy, Real Royal

“And then when I tried running the code, all the lights went out.”

Xander was talking to Tsuki in the coffee shop trying to make casual conversation. The shop was lively enough. Mostly college aged students discussing random things Xander tuned out. Tsuki was trying to focus on the task at hand, but her Fashion Frenzy mode was in overdrive. They had to share a bed last night at the inn, and she kept moving in her sleep. Priyanka was still on lookout, keeping her best eye out for anyone who looked like Luminita. Xander knew what to look out for. Jet black hair, super pale, usually wearing white when away from her college work. Nobody matching that exact description. Tsuki was just glancing around for anyone wearing flashier clothes and checking the time on her phone every couple seconds.

“So, any idea when we’re going to the castle?” Priyanka asked.

“I mean, we got here pretty late.” Xander whispered. “I think today should be used to explore the castle for any entry points while I secure an escape route to our ship.”

“And Tsuki?”

“Tsuki can…honestly, she can come with whoever.”

“I’ll just go with Xander.” Tsuki added after checking her phone.

“Understood.” Priyanka said calmly while taking a sip from the coffee she clearly hated.

“Hey, guys.”

Xander looked up, and Gwen was standing over the table holding two small cups of coffee.

“While you were talking, Luminita walked into the store.”

Waiting in line was Luminita. Her long straight hair going down to her elbows. She was incredibly pale and wearing a white cardigan with a black shirt underneath it alongside some worn out jeans. Trent got her cheap coffee, and she sat down by the window and checked her phone.

“So…what do we do now?” Xander whispered.

“Take her?” Priyanka asked calmly.

“Wait, what?”

“It makes the most sense, I think. Hold her for ransom for the shield. Marcel is a very family-oriented man who already lost his wife, so protecting his only daughter is something he might be very well inclined to do.”

“Okay, but…kidnapping?”

“Worst case scenario some of the top ten fighters are brought in to rescue us while getting away with Luminita. Nobody has to get hurt if everything goes to plan.”

“Right…right, yeah. Makes sense.” Xander nodded. “So, how would we do this?”

“You go keep her occupied. Tsuki and I grab her when she’s unaware and take her to the back. Trent and Gwen shut the store down. Gives us a whole new set of hostages to bargain with as well.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re really smart, Priyanka.” Xander nodded slowly, looking around to see if anyone would actually be a good fighter. Luckily it seemed nobody was particularly well built.

Xander crept out of his seat and walked behind Luminita holding his own cup of coffee, taking a casual sip behind her while trying to figure out an approach method.

“I checked on the way here, the place seems to be closed for a while.”

She whispered softly into the phone.

“Well, I can ask around, but I don’t know any other places that fix electronics.”

Hold on a sec. Electronics. This was his harmless way in.

“Sorry, did you say electronics?”

Luminita turned to meet him, looking confused.

“Yes? Can I help you?”

“Any idea what electronics you’re having issues with?” Xander asked calmly as he sat down next to her.

“My father’s having issues with a new gaming console he got recently. One of the newer disc running ones if that helps.”

“So what’s the deal, not running games?”

“I think so.”

“Well, I am going to college for electronic repair, so maybe I could figure out what’s up with it.”

“Which college?”

“Hmm?”

“Which college? Very simple question.”

“Um…Sum 41 college in Ropear. Very local place, doesn’t even have a website yet. But it’s pretty good.”

“I see. May I see some ID then? Just to be safe.”

Xander quickly produced his fake ID, and Luminita scanned it for a while. Priyanka walked up to her, and Xander pushed a hand out, shaking his head.

‘If this works I’m getting in.’ He mouthed quickly.

Priyanka gave a thumbs up, took another shot of coffee, and sat back down.

“Seems real, Mr. Dobalina.” She said quietly, handing him back his card. “We can go now if you’re ready.”

“Yeah, just let me talk to my friends.”

Xander went back to the table Priyanka and Tsuki were sitting at.

“Okay, there’s an issue with a video game console back at her place, and she’s letting me in to fix it. Be on alert and keep your phones on at all times. I’ll call you the second I see an entry point to the shield.”

“How long will you be gone for?” Tsuki asked.

“A couple hours at least.” Xander replied with a quick wink.

“Okay, I’m gonna check the clothing stores.” Tsuki whispered. “Just in case things go bad and we need a disguise.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“I’ll check the perimeter of the castle.” Priyanka announced, walking out of the shop with Tsuki quickly following.

Xander casually walked up to Luminita once they left.

“Kay, they’re just gonna hang out for a while. I’m ready when you are.”

The two left the coffee shop, and Luminita began the small talk.

“So, how’s Ropear?”

“It’s pretty nice.” Xander nodded. “The steak is way better over there.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that the cattle industry in Ropear is quite good.”

“It is, yeah.” Xander nodded. His parents worked on a farm in a simple housing ship. If he remembered correctly the meat was considered pretty good. But then the question of whether or not his parents were even alive came into his head for the first time in…fifteen years, when he was brought onto the cluster. He hoped so, so he could find them once the whole New Legion thing blew over.

“Fashion. Fashion.”

Xander snapped back to find Luminita continued her conversation.

“So, what are your thoughts on the new ShiShi fashion store?”

“Yeah, my friend and I were there yesterday. It seems pretty cool, but I don’t know much about it.”

“Was it true the Zeus group was protesting there?”

“Suit guys?” Xander asked. “Yeah.”

“I’m trying to get my father to do something about them, but he isn’t listening.”

“Is your dad a good person?” Xander asked.

“I’d say so. He’s fair to the people and well liked by most, and he has a good relationship with all the other Lux members. But his age is beginning to show, and he doesn���t know how to navigate these new power preachers and weird cults that have been springing up lately.”

“Power preachers?” Xander asked.

“People get popular preaching their god of choice over TV and the internet. They ask for donations and the wealth just keeps pouring in the more powerful they get until they have entire housing ships loyal to them. I heard they’ve been popping up in Saoloro and Gurut too.”

“Well, I haven’t been paying that much attention to them.” Xander sighed. “Back home it’s the same as ever. Hera fans, you know how it is.”

“I thought Ropear people worshipped Demeter.”

“Do they?” Xander said nervously. “Really shows how little attention I pay, right?”

“Clearly.” Luminita nodded calmly. “It’s fine, I never paid much attention to it either.”

But they finally made it to the castle. Two guards in bulky clothing holding spears stood in front of the closed door leading to the courtyard.

“Lady Luminita.” One said calmly.

“Greetings.” She replied calmly as her and Xander walked past. The courtyard was mostly empty with the exception of several intimidating looking soldiers doing training drills.

“What’s with those guys?” Xander asked.

“New soldiers in training. Brought in to offset any invasions by the New Legion.”

“Ah, right.” Xander said, trying not to panic at what he’d face should anything go wrong.

“Anyway, I should probably tell my father I’m home.” Luminita said, dropping a quick text just before they went into the door.

In front of Xander was an empty entrance room, beautifully lit up with a gold-plated chandelier and red velvet curtains at each side of the oval windows, with a grand staircase in the centre leading to the next floor, with a red carpet leading upwards to the next floor. A little excessive, but still a pretty nice place.

“Luminita!”

The voice bellowed from upstairs, then quickly ran downstairs to meet them. King Marcel. Wearing a plain white t-shirt and shorts with short and curly brown hair that was noticeably starting to grey. If not for how jolly his face was, he’d probably look fairly intimidating. The dude was pretty muscular.

“How are you doing?” He asked as he enthusiastically went in for a hug.

“Good, good.” Luminita replied, trying to pry herself out of his grip before eventually giving in and sinking deeper into his chest.

“And this must be the new helper!” He said, going over to shake his hand. His grip was strong as the hands shook.

“Yep, that’s me.” Xander said nervously.

“Oh, no need for formalities!” Marcel replied. “Now then, you mind seeing the issues the old console is having?”

The three made their way up the staircase onto the second floor. A small walk through a regal hallway with the same design as the entrance and they were in the kings room.

The room was about as large as the airship he came here on. One half of the room was a shelf full of books about politics and other worldly pursuits. On the other side was a shelf full of consoles and video games, with an incredibly large TV in front of his bed.

“Okay, so which console is having problems?” Xander asked, sauntering over to the one plugged into the TV. “This one?”

It seemed like a Turbostation, new console that read discs as opposed to cartridges. He had managed to ‘source’ a few games onto his computer, but he’d only seen a broken one beyond repair up close.

“That one, yes.”

Xander took a screwdriver next to it and opened the console up after unplugging it. His guess as to what was wrong was the laser that read the disc wasn’t working. So he made a slight adjustment to it hoping it worked the same way. He closed the console, plugged it back in, and waited with bated breath as the console turned on.

The Turbostation logo started up…and then the game itself.

“You genius!” Marcel yelled out as the title screen loaded in. “Now, what can I pay you?”

“Uhh…thirty luxa sounds good, I think.” Xander whispered.

“That all? Whatever you say!”

He handed Xander the thirty luxa out of his pocket.

“Thank you, Mr…can I have a name?”

“Bob Dobalina.” Xander replied casually, hoping he wouldn’t catch him out.

“Actually, Mr Dobalina, I have a small request of you.”

“Shoot.”

“Are you aware of the Vannana Ball?”

“I know…of it.” Xander replied. This was a lie, but it seemed like the kind of thing all Lux-associated airships would know about, so best to just play along.

“Well, it’s a gathering of all the lux members to signify the peace between us. It’s custom to bring a date for most people, and Luminita hasn’t had the time to find one. So if it’s okay with you, we could have you escort her.”

A date? In Vannana?

“I mean, if you give me a while to think about it, that’d be nice.”

“Absolutely! Feel free to stay the night in a spare room while you think about it. But we’re leaving tomorrow, so be sure to have an answer by then!”

Xander was left inside one of the spare rooms while he was supposed to ‘think about it.’ If he remembered correctly, the Vannana spear wasn’t taken yet. This could be his chance to take two weapons, but it was way riskier. If he was found out he’d be on his own, and probably imprisoned at the very best. Finding Tsuki and Priyanka wouldn’t be too hard either. It wasn’t worth it. Separating himself from the group would be a really bad idea. He stepped out of his room and into a bathroom once no guards were about. He took out his phone and called Tsuki.

“Where are you?” Tsuki asked as she picked up.

“Look, slight issue.” Xander replied. “Marcel and Luminita invited be to a ball in Vannana. They leave tomorrow.”

“So what, do we wait until they leave to take the shield?”

“Well, they probably won’t let me in the castle again. Look, I understand if you’re not up for it, but I think tonight is our best chance to get it while most of the guards are asleep.”

“Wait, tonight?”

“Where’s Priyanka?”

There was a slight pause as Xander waited for a response.

“Give us an hour to get there, have an entry point ready by then.”

[feistyvampire]

EVENT CHALLENGE: High-Roller Rolling

“Can I fight this one?”

“No. It’s not that kind of challenge. Like I said, we need to strategize way more for a challenge like that. But I’m counting on you to help me out here, alright? You can be my second set of eyes.”

Edgar tests his footing to be sure he’s not going to fall flat on his face with the skates on, but it’s been a hell of a long time since he did anything like this. When was the last time he’d gone rollerblading?

“With our speed, we should do fine at this one.”

Hopefully.

“We just have to pay close attention to our surroundings.”

The last thing he wants is to fall or get hurt in this. But at the least, it’ll be a good test of their teamwork.

Getting his footing, partially in thanks to his spiramonster steadying him carefully, he turns to look ahead. “I’m counting on you to help me catch this little guy. Remember, we need to catch it, so we want to avoid hurting it. Yeah?”

“Alright, I get it—”

“Still. Just a couple hours ago you were itching for a fight.”

“I’ll behave! I’ll behave.”

Edgar sighs, but poises himself at the start line, companion not far behind, hovering close as usual. Well situated, and gripping the cage in hand, he takes a deep breath and darts forward when their target does. 

And he may be fast, but their target is faster. He tries his best to keep it in his sight as he moves forward.

He can see Elvire to the side, who shifts almost immediately, bounding forward in her smaller form using her natural speed boost to her advantage. Catching it may not be easy, but she is not about to give up without trying!

As she runs ahead across the bridge, Edgar propels forward when he manages to breeze through a couple speed boosts, though it takes him by surprise and definitely throws him off kilter— yet only briefly. He regains his balance relatively quick, but he’s already behind again. 

Sure, at least he has an idea of how this works now, but he’s going to have to utilize it well to win this.

This is no time to get lost in his head.

Deep breath in, and he keeps moving forward, speeding onward with the aid of as many speed boosts as he can dart through.

It’s definitely a fast-paced environment that feels almost overwhelming to him, pushing adrenaline into overdrive as he tries to keep eyes on where his target is.

Elvire has little problem keeping up, but the problem now is figuring out how they can corner it for capture.

Just a bit closer and maybe he can try to take a swing with the cage in hand—

—but as soon as he manages to propel himself forward, and Elvire attempts to block off its pathing just long enough for Edgar to take a shot at catching it. 

But as he darts forward using his extra momentum, he just narrowly misses the speedy spiramonster and it runs on ahead, darting out of reach again.

“Damn it! They’re fast!” He gripes. He has no plans to give up, but they’re really cutting it close here considering there’s only so much time to accomplish the task at hand.

“Keep moving! We can definitely do this if we work together!” He calls out to his own companion, gesturing her to keep moving ahead to keep an eye on their target. “We can give it one more try!”

Following the orders given, she runs toward the fellow spiramonster, Edgar hardly far behind.

The second try goes smoother, albeit even with Elvire trying to act as a distraction it still takes him a bit of time to catch up, looking for a better opening. Having missed the first time, he has to make this good.

Edgar braces himself and follows the path the electric spiramonster took, and as soon as he can get close enough he lunges and just manages to swoop it up and snap it shut. He can hardly register that he did it until he tumbles forward across the bridge with the cage clutched close.

“We—” He takes a deep breath, sitting flat out on the bridge. “We did it! Yes!”

Now just to return with proof— and let the poor little guy out. He feels a bit bad keeping a spiramonster confined for too long.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝙈𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎, 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘽𝘼𝘽𝙔

" he got me good, got me so damn good!♡

featuring ー regis adri floyen

summary ー in which regis loves and adores you so much, but what he loves, even more, is fucking you dumb on his big dick and filling you with him over and over.

warnings ー sex addicted! regis, multiple rounds, regis be packin', size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, cumming inside, lots of kissing, love-making & belly bulge.

lati ー y'all know i'm starting to get back into manhwa, and also bc i'm fuckin' thirsty as shit and regis is hot so uhh,, enjoy me going feral over a dilf lmao,,

ー PRAISE KINK !

regis' breath becomes heavier and hotter as your hot white-stained insides squeeze and suck him in even further, your back arching forward as he drives himself deeper inside of you.

you drive him crazyーhe loves you so much that it borders on the lines of unhealthy, but regis simply can't bring himself to care. he can only focus on the way that your body hotly envelops and accepts his own as if you were made for him and him alone. ah, the thought sends his heart racing, and those emotions and his pleasure blend to a climax.

" ( name )..i love you..love you..i love youー!" not enough, it's not enough for regis, he simply wants more of you, more until he can no longer tell where you begin and he ends.

" so happy, 'm so happy, you make me so happy ( name ).." he hisses and moans, the overwhelming love for you in his heart pouring out like a broken dam. " i loveーuummhーyou..'m so happy i met you.."

" ..i love you too regisー!" your words are cut off as he pushes and drives himself deeper into you over and over, repeating the same pace as if it's the only thing his body can even remember.

regis knows that he's not the best with words, he can't even tell you the depths of his love and how much praise he truly wishes to give you. it hurts him to not have any bit of ability to praise you in ways that he knows you deserveーyou've done so much for him, made him so so happy, and yet here he is, fumbling with his words. and all while the two of you are so intimately connected.

but at the very least, he can show you how much his body craves yours as well, wanting to feel your skin against his like a drunkard with alcohol.

" again...again, let's go again..i need you again.." yes, regis needs you as if you're an intoxicating and addictive drug, tempting more and more. and like helpless prey, he only falls harder, sinking into you and fucking you through the exhaustion, even if he can't possibly cum inside you anymore.

he wants to drown in you.

ー LOVE-MAKING !

" so pretty, so good.." regis keeps his hands tightly intertwined with yours, squeezing and gripping with such intensity that his body might meld with yours if he keeps this up. " i love you so much ( name )..'m so happy..♡" being embraced like this feels so good, it might really drive you crazy..

" s..stop..'s embarassing..!" god, the way his baritone and smooth voice whispers and babbles out endless love and praise for you and you alone has your heart going into overdrive. but it was seriously embarrassing, too much for you to handle. you couldn't really take compliments very well.

" sorry my love, it's justー" his lips dance across your skin, sucking and kissing at the firmness of your shoulder. " ーi'm so happy. i think i might burst from happiness.." another gentle push of his hips and you shakily moan in response. you want to let go of his hand so you can wrap both of your arms around his broad shoulders, to hold onto him and squeeze him tighter against your body until the two of you become one.

" so pretty, so beautiful.." regis pulls his head until his wavering blue eyes meet yours, so much love and adoration in those ocean eyes. his once pale cheeks are now flushed a deep dusty red, his skin dripping with sweat from the heat that overtakes his entirety.

he oozes a swirling mix of love and lust, wanting to cherish your bare body with everything he has to offer but wanting to fuck you through this haze until he can't spill himself inside anymore.

" how'd i ever get this lucky?" regis rolls his hips into you and your entire body shudders as his huge shaft rubs and pulses inside your hot insides. but his eyes never leave yours, gazing so deep into yours that a part of you is scared that he might be staring straight into your very being. " i wish we could do this forever my dear.."

it feels good, it feels so good, and regis loves you so much, enough to always crave you in such a perverse manner. but you don't care, you love the pleasure so much and wish it could never end. you want regis to love you and fuck you forever, drown you in pleasure and those adoring words until it was all you could think about.

" ..may i kiss you..?" his breath fans across your face, hot as a desert wind, but you don't even care. he's probably already on the verge of just kissing you suddenly, but he still has some sense in that thick head of his.

you decide to give him a responseーweakly pushing your head up and melding your swollen and plush lips against his own, and you moan as his taste melts into your mouth.

it all becomes an overwhelming haze.

ー MULTIPLE ROUNDS !

regis think he might really burst open.

he'd been fucking you endlessly for so long, so much time had passed since he'd sat you on his lap and kept your body pressed against his toned and battle scar-riddled body. just the feel of you so intimately close to his own has his mind drowning further in its lust and love for you.

" ーgis..can't..'m gonna breakー!"

" it's okay darling..one moreーghhnnーjust one more..!" hissing, regis squeezes his arms tighter around you, causing you to squeak in reaction and quickly tapping the back of his neck. he grunts, but quickly loosens his hold on you, if only by a bit.

creamy white coats your inner thighs, sticky and slick like honey, and regis feels the burning itch to scoop it back inside with his fingers but swallows down those urges. he'd done it so many times, so many times he'd pull orgasm after orgasm from your body, and you'd let him, moaning his name like perfect incarnate.

he knows he shouldn't keep fucking you for this longーhe has duties to attend to and a duchy to attend to, but all of those worries fade away as soon as he's sheathed inside of you and fucking you like some kind of sex-crazed maniac. but he can't help itーnot now nor ever. if it were up to regis, he'd keep his cock sheathed inside and continue fucking you over and over.

it's a shame that regis can't really see your face in this position, with you sitting on his lap whilst he pounds up into you, but your mouth is ever so perfectly close enough to his ear, and he can hear just how good you're feeling too.

" too much..'s too much..rーregis..iーi can'tーnnghhii!" he feels guilty for pushing you over the edge and beyond for so long, but a small part of the swordmaster wants to keep going, to keep you dazed on pleasure until you're just as drunk on pleasure as he is. " ーeird..my body's feels weird! r..egis..wーwait..!"

regis hisses when you grind back down into him in reflex as another orgasm assaults and builds up in your body. him too, he's so close so quickly, and he wants to burst at the same time as you, as strange as it sounds. you hadn't minded before, so he can share this feeling with you at the very leastー!

" 's okay darling..just one more, i promiseーuugkkh! j..ust one moreー!♡" again and again, regis wants to cum with you over and over, even if it drives him insane. he doesn't want to let you go, not now or over, now so sweetly close and connected with you.

" it's okay sweetheart..you're doing so well..just one more..♡" he murmurs sweetly against your sweaty skin, and with a few ruts of his hips, he spills and releases inside you once more.

ー SIZE KINK !

" too big, iーit's too big..'s no more roomー!" sobbing, you toss your head back into the bed as regis finally bottoms out, the entirety of his huge shaft snugly stuffed all the way inside your wrenched open hole. it was too big, seriously, you were gonna die..!

" rーregis..you're too big..! 'm gonna really dieー!" no matter how much you dig the base of your feet into the bed, it does little to shake the overwhelming feelings that assault your body, and you just helplessly moan as regis silently watches the little struggle.

" shh, it's okay my dear, it's okay." soothingly, regis squeezes and rubs at your waist, his fingers and palms sending electric sparks throughout your belly with each stroke. " you're doing so well for me. i'm so proud of you..♡" he begins to pump into your hole, your walls fluttering and tightening around him as your hips meet and leave each other.

sucking in a shaky breath, you just squeeze your thighs around his waist as he shallowly thrusts into you, barely rubbing and grazing any of your sweet spots.

" deep breaths sweetheart, deep breaths, you're doing so well for me." regis murmurs oh so sweetly, still keeping the same slow pace as he lovingly gazes down at you like a precious treasure.

god, how was he even this big..?! he was absolutely massive and yet he'd been so oblivious to it, being so surprised when you'd started sobbing as soon as just the tip was buried inside your walls. but he was still sweetly comforting you, whispering out words of encouragement and love.

" ..i'm all the way in here.." extending his thumb, regis begins to press down and rub at your belly, and when you glance down, you understand why. a small bulge that prods up and raises your belly up just ever so slightly. oーoh..

" amazing..i'm barely even fitting in.." his big hands squeeze your waist as his pace begins to pick up, not letting you escape from his grasp and keeping his huge dick all stuffed inside.

ー CUMMING INSIDE !

" so much...'s so much regis.." you choke back hiccups as the feeling of his thick heavy cum fills up your belly and his once sloppily rapid pace becomes a much slower one. your stomach feels full, and regis' big cock isn't helping one bit, only further pushing the thick globs deeper inside.

" ahーapologies my dear.." regis was getting addicted to pleasure, pushing your knees all the way back to your chest, his cum now beginning to swell up and spill out from the confines of your hole. he was so so big, and his balls were so heavy, having smacked against your skin each time he'd driven himself inside. " it just felt..really good.."

" iーit's okay, you haven't done this in a while." shakily moaning, you glance up at him through dewy eyes and weakly attempt to push your hips back against him but to little avail. it doesn't go unnoticed by regis, however, and he softly chuckles at the cute attempt.

" ah, i'm sorry, did you want more?" it isn't even a teasing questionーhe's genuinely asking, waiting for your response even if it were to be shaky and weak.

" yーyes..pleashe.." he warmly smiles down at you, silver locks sticking to his sweaty forehead and giving him an unkempt appearance, but fuck, he looks so hot like this. you've got the regis floyen right here, his big hands pushing your legs to your chest as he fucks his cum deep into your greedy little hole. it's an accomplishment in itself.

and he starts moving languidly, rolling his hips back and forth into yours and shaky moans leave your mouth with nothing stopping themーlike broken floodgate letting loose torrents of water.

" rーregis.." he hums in response, lifting his head as his silver locks drape and hang like icicles in a bitter winter. and those crystalline blue eyes peer down with so much love, so many sweet emotions that could give one a toothache. " ..pーplease..cum inside more...pleashe..fill me upー!♡"

" i.." he falters, your words clearly having such weight to him and starting another fire in his loins. " aーas you wish..my dearー!♡"

you remain beneath regis with his cum nestled deep inside, his big hands gripping and pushing your legs back as he drowns your mind and body in endless pleasure.

© latimeriafellfromheaven

[angelprinz]

diluc slut training his virgin step sis while their parents r out on a honeymoon hehe <3

cw: dubcon, facefucking, breathplay, pseudo incest, lots of preg talk

tw for after the line: "It’s my first time…”: noncon, virginity loss (just a little bit of blood), mindbreak, mating press <3

word count: 900 words

featuring diluc x fem reader!

“Diluc, make sure to take good care of your stepsister okay? Your new mom loves her a lot.”

“Oh honey, I’m sure she’s on her best behavior.”

If only your newly wed parents could see you on your knees, struggling to take Diluc’s erection down your throat without gagging. Diluc ignores the way you whimper, gripping your hair as he gazes directly into your teary doe eyes clearly trying to communicate that it’s too much and pulls you off his length for you to sputter for air.

“You’re right, step mother. She’s on her best behavior, taking very very good care of me. Enjoy your trip together. Don’t come home early and ah- make me a sibling.”

Diluc ends the call and tosses the phone with urgency, bringing his now empty hand to join his other one at the back of your head, hips bucking into your warm mouth with fervor. Whatever air you could’ve inhaled is quickly knocked out of you by Diluc thrusting into your mouth, his engorged tip bumping the sensitive fleshy back of your throat as your tears fall.

“Fuck, for such a inexperienced mouth, you sure know how to please. How about we surprise our parents with a grandchild?” Before you met your stepbrother Diluc, you didn’t even know how you were created, but after convincing from Diluc’s fingers plunging into your virgin pussy during your parent’s wedding reception and hearing his constant murmurs of breeding you full of his kids, you were certain Diluc wanted to make you lose your mind through sex.

Despite Diluc having taught you how to rub your wet folds on his cock until he spurted a creamy load onto your stomach and to crawl on your knees to wake him up with a wet mouth every morning, he still hadn’t let your cunt have a taste of his cock! So when Diluc proposed making children, you were eagerly moaning around him, completely unaware to how Diluc’s made you into his personal slut, hungry for his cock and cum.

Hungry for the chance of having his seed flood your womb, you slide Diluc’s cock out your mouth with a pant, letting it lay on your cheek as you plead, “Yes, yes, yes Diluc, please put your cock inside me!”

Diluc cups your cheek with a warm gaze, tilting your head up and parting your lips with his fingers before spitting onto your tongue. Swallowing it down in surprise, you blush as Diluc chuckles, his palm stroking your face gently. “Good girl, so obedient and needy aren’t you? Come up here, I’ll breed that cunt just like you want.”

As you seat yourself on Diluc’s lap, cunt soaking Diluc’s thighs, you wonder how you’ll fit his girthy thick cock inside you. The most you’ve taken were Diluc’s fingers inside while his thumb teased your clit with your back against his chest, your cum spilling over his cock that pressed into your ass.

“Diluc, you’ll be gentle right? It’s my first time..”

Your stepbrother just smiles darkly, bringing his leaking tip to your entrance and teasing it against your clit. “I thought you were a cock hungry slut little sis? Surely if you want my cock that bad, you can take it rough.”

Without warning, Diluc wraps his arms around your smaller frame as he forces his way into your tight insides, holding you tightly to stop you from thrashing as he bottoms out into the deepest parts of you, mind going overdrive from the white hot pain coursing through your system.

“Diluc! It hurts, please, slow down!” Sniffling as your cunt aches, feeling like it’s been split apart by Diluc’s cock with minimal prep and a trickle of blood dripping down your thigh as your stepbrother takes your purity.

You thought it would feel good, like how Diluc’s fingers brushed against your sweet spots but instead the forceful entry burned, making your body squirm in resistance as Diluc moans into your ear.

“You feel so tight and hot around me, it’s like you won’t let go of my cock! Even if I wanted to slow down, I don’t think your slutty pussy wants that.” Fresh tears run down your cheeks as Diluc lifts you up, his cock sliding out until only the tip remains in before slamming you down, eliciting a pathetic cry from your lips.

“Diluc! N-no more, I don’t want this-” Diluc sighs uncaringly, hands bruising your hips as he forces you to bounce up and down tearfully. “Really? I thought you wanted my cock inside you. You’re such an ungrateful little brat, not taking care of what you started. But it’s alright, I’ll take responsibility for you.”

Diluc flips the two of you over as you sob, pressing his cock into your cunt at an even deeper angle, positioning you two in a mating press. You stutter, clenching down on Diluc as he rams into your cervix, the gate to your womb being battered by his unrelenting thrusts that melt the unbearable pain into mind shattering pleasure. Like an live wire, your body trembles, tongue lolling out stupidly as your thighs clamp around Diluc’s waist.

“Uh, uh, Diluc, so deep ah!” Your step brother laughs, shoving his tongue into your mouth for a saliva filled kiss that ends with his spit dripping down your chin when he parts from your lips. “Feeling good now you whore? Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come. I’ll fuck you till you’re brain dead, unable to say a word.”

[sinfulcries]

hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.