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determinedwriter · 1 year ago

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Whumptober 2023: Day 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

I should be used to this by now. Running away from some jerks with guns who want to murder some Avengers.

And yet, right now I’m pissed because it’s happening again. More bad guys with guns and more chaos. What a surprise.

But I think I might really be in trouble this time.

The compound is in shambles and I’m running through the woods nearby to escape, too overwhelmed by enemies to fight them. I only hope I’m running in the right direction.

After a while, I use my powers of fire flight to suspend myself in the air and survey the area, soon realizing I’ve made a mistake.

All I see now is trees. The woods surround me on every side as far as the eye can see. How long have I been running?

For too long, clearly.

I land on the forest floor, trying to think of what to do next. I’m completely alone. Everything happened so fast that all I have are the clothes on my back and my pocket knife. I always carry it with me. It was my mother’s.

My breathing picks up so I place a hand over my heart and try to calm myself. “You’re fine. Everything’s fine. You’ll get back home and everyone will be safe.”

Maybe if I keep telling myself that, it’ll become true.

Things weren’t looking too good when I left. I just remember a ton of smoke, chaos, and my dad yelling at me to run. To get out of there.

I think his instinct saved my life. At this point, I can only hope he is alive too. He’s more than capable of defending himself, so I’m sure he’s alright. I just hate not knowing for sure.

And Peter? I have no idea where he is. We weren’t together when the compound was attacked. I tried to find him, but when my dad told me to run, I did. I didn’t have time to find my best friend.

God, please tell me he’s safe too. Even if it means he’s lost in the damn woods just like I am. That’s a lot better than him being dead, no matter how confusing the endless trees are.

After some mindless wandering, I find a small, clearly long abandoned shack. It’s deep enough in the woods that I’m wondering who would’ve left something like this here.

It also makes me think of my mom. She and I lived in a little hideaway honestly not that much bigger than this one for the first nine years of my life.

It only ever ended because HYDRA found and killed her. Bucky Barnes found and killed her. Or I guess the Winter Soldier did. I’ve tried my best to make peace with that.

But God, it’s hard. It’s not that I don’t forgive Bucky, I’m just never going to be able to forget that day. The day she died right in front of me with a bullet to the head.

I sigh, trying to think of something else as I enter the shack. Just focus on staying safe right now. No time to reminisce about your shitty past, Ro.

Try to forget how it hits you like a freight train.

With enough time and focus on the situation at hand, I stop feeling like I’m about to cry. I have to pay attention right here and now. It could get me killed if I get lost in my head.

No time for tears.

There’s a rustling and the sound of footsteps outside maybe an hour after I arrive at the shack. Startled, I hurl a fireball out of a broken window and towards the noise.

I hear someone fall to the ground with a thud. “Whoa!”

Holding my breath, I wait for them to either fight me or leave. Please be the ladder. “Stay the fuck away from me or I’ll make sure I burn your face off, asshole!”

“It’s me!” I hear a voice yell shakily.

“Peter?!” I exclaim, quickly exiting the shack and seeing him on the ground, wound in his side. “Oh my God, Peter!”

“H-Hey.” He says, not having the energy for much else.

“Did I hurt you?!” I ask, feeling terribly guilty. “I-I thought…oh my God, I thought you were one of those guys at the compound! I’m so-“

“I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine but you didn’t hurt me. Someone else did.” Peter explains. “You kinda just knocked me on my butt.”

I chuckle in shock, kneeling beside him. Tears burn my eyes. “I’m so sorry. L-Let me help you. It’s alright. You’re gonna be fine.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but allows me to help him inside the shack where I lay him down on the floor. “Don’t move. I’ve got you.”

I can tell he’s trying to keep quiet, not wanting to scare me with cries of pain. “Okay.”

With nothing else to do, I use my jacket to make strips of bandages, cutting it with my knife so I can wrap it around Peter’s wound.

Peter grins, despite the pain. “I really liked that jacket on you.”

“Shut up.” I reply teasingly.

He grimaces in pain as I apply the bandages, struggling not to scream out. “Hnnngh…”

“I know.” I say. “I know, Pete. I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

The bleeding seems pretty bad and the strips of fabric aren’t doing much to help that. Peter seems to realize that too. “Ro?”

I nod. “Peter.”

“You should leave. Before those guys find us.” He suggests. “If they surround you, I’m not gonna be able to help.”

“I can take care of myself. And I’m not abandoning you.” I reply. “Don’t even entertain that idea.”

He sighs shakily. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you either. I’m staying. End of story.” I tell him. I love you, I love you, I love you.

But of course I don’t say that. I don’t tell him I love him. I don’t tell him I’ve had a crush on him since our freshman year.

“Ro?” He asks again. “I…have an idea.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve me leaving you, I’ll listen.” I say.

Peter nods. “It doesn’t. It actually might help me. Or hurt me worse. But we’ll see. Umm…”

“Spit it out.” I press him.

“You should cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.” He suggests. “It’s not gonna stop if we don’t do something about it.”

I grit my teeth. “You want me to use my powers to possibly make things worse and burn you?”

“What other choice do we have?” Peter questions me.

I pause, sighing. “I could kill you. We should wait for help.”

He grabs my hand, his covered in blood. “I don’t think help is coming anytime soon. It’s your choice, but I…I don’t know what else to do. I’ll bleed out.”

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that it bleeds, too anxious to stop holding my breath. “If I kill you, it’s your fault.”

Humor. It’s how I’ve decided to cope right now.

Because I won’t let myself cry.

Peter chuckles weakly. “Got it.”

I summon heat to my palms. “Sorry in advance.”

“It’s alright.” He says. “Gotta get it done.”

I look at him earnestly. “I really…I…”

“Don’t be scared.” He reassures me. “I trust you.”

I gulp. “It’s not that. I…I just wanted to…tell you I…I love you. I…I mean I…”

“I love you too, Ro.” Peter replies with no hesitation. “I’ve always loved you.”

My cheeks heat up. “That works out then. So don’t die.”

He looks me in the eyes. “Not planning on it.”

“Just in case we don’t make it out of here, I needed you to know that.” I explain. “I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you too, Aurora Stark.” He echoes.

I place a soft kiss on his lips. “Be strong, okay?”

He nods. “Let’s do it.”

Despite my fear, I lower my hands down to his wounded side, trying to be as gentle as I can as I literally burn him.

Peter bites his lip, groaning in pain and wincing. “Sorry.”

I blink at him. “You’re sorry? I’m the one hurting you. Don’t you say you’re sorry.”

He lets out a pained laugh. “Fair enough.”

My stomach turns as I continue to work on him, feeling terribly guilty as I burn his skin. I absolutely hate hurting this sweet boy.

But thankfully, my work seems to pay off. The bleeding almost completely stops with enough effort on my part. I wrap the makeshift bandages around his side, hoping it’s enough to keep him safe for now.

“Thanks…” Peter breathes.

I kiss him harder this time, tears streaming down my face. I can’t hold it in anymore. “Don’t you dare die.”

“Thanks to you, I think my chances are better than before.” He says. “You’re a literal lifesaver, you know.”

“Jury’s still out.” I reply. “We’ll have to see. But you know what, I’ll stay optimistic for your sake.”

Peter takes my hand again. “Good.”

“Good.” I copy, laying on the floor beside him. “Stay alive.”

We lay on the floor together, neither of us knowing for sure what’s next. I just hope everyone else is alright and that we’re found soon. Maybe I should survey the area again.

I move to get up and Peter grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”

“I should fly up and see if I can find anyone and anything that will help us.” I tell him.

“I’m scared of you leaving.” He admits.

I kiss his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving him there, I fly up into the air and see a hovering figure in the distance like a speck of red and gold. “Dad?!”

The figure turns to me, rocketing over and hugging me in the air. “Oh, thank God.”

I let myself extinguish, Dad holding me close to him as we stay in the air for a moment. “You’re okay! I wasn’t sure. God, I’m so glad you’re not dead.”

“I’m glad you’re not dead too, kiddo.” He says.

“You’ve gotta help Peter though, come on!” I exclaim, showing him the shack where the boy lies on the floor with his makeshift bandages nearly soaked through with blood. I’m unsure if I’ve even helped him at all.

“Mr. Stark…” Peter croaks weakly. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you to SHIELD. There’s a base not far from here and it’s where everyone is regrouping.” Dad explains.

We quickly take Peter there where he is treated and I’m told my cauterization of his wound worked and significantly reduced blood loss. Thank God for that.

And with our love confessions still in our minds, Peter and I will not soon forget them. Even if it does make things a little awkward in a schoolyard kid kind of way.

I’m still shy to show my feelings to the boy, despite having kissed him. That life or death situation really pushed me to be bold.

And I guess it worked out, because Peter actually likes me the same way.

So maybe bad guys with guns can result in some oddly good things, including love confessions.

Let’s just hope we don’t have to deal with any more fighting for the foreseeable future. I’d like for things to be a bit calmer for once.

Plus, I’ve got a date with Peter Parker.

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crow-rodriguez · 7 months ago

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Chapter Five: A Medical Miracle

I thought I was dead, I thought I was dying.

But I suddenly woke up, feeling so much pain shooting through my body. I looked around and saw RaeLynn there, she was sitting and holding my hand as she cried quietly, “Rae… Lynn?” I mumbled, my voice was hoarse and strained.

She gasped and looked at me, smiling as she got up,”Ethan!! Rosa!! She’s awake!!” she called, causing Ethan and Rosa to run into the room.

“Val!” Rosa said, hugging me gently, “I am so, so sorry for everything I have ever said to you. I love you, sis” she told me.

“I love you too, Ro,” I said, smiling before I looked at Ethan who was staring at me with a tear stained face. His hair was longer and he looked like he hadn’t slept in months which made me realize that all three of them liked different, “h-how long was I out for?” I asked.

“Six months, Victor and Valeria started talking about pulling the plug on you,” Ethan told me as he sat down next to my bed.

I blinked, “seriously?” I asked, shocked that I had been out for so long. I tried to sit up but saw my left leg was bandaged and suspended, “what’s wrong with my leg?”

Ethan sighed, “the bone in your left leg was pushed up through your torso when you landed, the doctors were able to relocate it in surgery but you need to have physical therapy to get even a little bit of mobility back,” he explained, “you’ll likely be able to walk and run and even swim again…” he trailed off, looking at RaeLynn as he seemed conflicted on what he had to tell me next.

“What? What is it?” I asked, feeling dread filled me as I slowly started to realize what he was conflicted about, “will I… will I ever be able to dance again?” I asked as tears filled my eyes when I saw the grim expression on Ethan and RaeLynn’s faces. I shook my head, “no, no, no! It can’t be true!! I’m dreaming! I have to be in some kind of fucking coma dream!!” I cried as my hands gripped onto my own hair.

RaeLynn carefully climbed into the bed with me and hugged me, “I’m sorry, Val. I should’ve fought Edmundo and stopped him. I should’ve fought to protect you, even if it killed me!” she said as I hugged her back.

Ethan went to get the doctor, returning with her as RaeLynn got off my bed.

The doctor looked at me over, “she looks like she should be able to go home in a few days, we can start her physical therapy immediately,” he said as he went to check on my leg, “can you please wiggle your toes for me?”

I nodded and did so, wiggling my toes the best I could. I sighed as I wiped my tears, feeling so angry at Edmundo and myself. I shouldn’t have let my guard down, especially not around my family. They always found a way to tear Ethan, Rosa, and I down, and this time was no different other than the fact that in the past none of their tear downs ever resulted in our near deaths.

A few days later, I was released from the hospital and I was able to go home. My room was moved to the ground floor of the apartment because I wasn’t able to get up the stairs yet. I was in the guest room, laying on my bed while reading one of the drafts that RaeLynn had sent me. She had made sure I had a lot of her drafts to read so I wouldn’t try to dance and injure myself more. I was smoking a cigarette with the window open as I read when RaeLynn walked in, I looked at her and smiled, “hey, Lynnie,” I greeted her, her visits had become the highlight of my days.

RaeLynn smiled and sat on my bed, “hey, Val. I finished all your assignments for this semester,” she said, bragging a bit. She had always been a smart person, someone who often had the ability to solve any math problem. She had been in advanced classes since grade school and even now, she was on the road to graduating two years early which I was proud of her for. She always had to become one of the world’s best authors, like J.K. Rowling or Stephen King.

“Don’t you have your own school work to do?” I asked her, looking at her, “and you didn’t have to do that. I would’ve caught up and asked you for help if needed,”

“I finished my work of this semester and next semester last year, remember?” She asked, “since we’re all at a public school this year, I was already really ahead of our class due to our time at St. Harolds. So, they had me start on ninth grade work after I finished all of last year’s work, now I’m on tenth grade work. And if I keep up like that, I’ll be graduatin’ at seventeen,” she explained, “then maybe I can go to Harvard and become an amazing author who is known around the world for my amazing writing and stories!!” she said, looking at me with a shining smile.

“You’d rather go to Harvard right away than take a gap year and just chill with your favorite dancer?” I asked, “but I’ll start looking at nice apartments in Massachusetts so that I can move there with you when the time comes,” I told her, smiling at her.

RaeLynn smiled, “you’d move to Massachusetts for me?” she asked, the look in her eyes told me that her heart was swelling.

I smiled, “of course, you’re my Bunny,” I said, not even realizing what I called her until I saw the look on her face, “wait, I’m sorry, I know how you feel about being called that! I fucked up, I’m sorry!” I started apologizing profusely, remembering the effect the nickname ‘Bunny’ had on her. Starting at the age of seven, her oldest brother, Maxwell Derickson, had been violently molesting and raping her until she was ten years old when she told her sister about what Maxwell was doing. She had always carried around a stuffed baby blue bunny that she had named ‘Luvie’ and she held it dearly to her, but Maxwell had used it as an item to relieve himself when he realized that he would be arrested for what he did to her. Ever since she went into a horrible panic whenever she was called ‘Bunny’ or anything like that. I had always been careful to not cause her to panic when with me, but now I thought I had majorly fucked up.

“It’s alright, I actually don’t mind the thought of you callin’ me that,” she said, smiling a bit, “it’s been almost seven years since the last time I saw Maxwell, and I’m tryin’ to heal and get better so I can have a somewhat normal life without constantly bein’ afraid of people,” she told me as she hugged me.

I looked at her, “so I can call you that and you won’t have flashbacks?” I asked her, holding her hand as I smiled.

“Yeah, I haven’t had a panic attack in three years anyways,” she said as she kissed my cheek.

A few weeks later, I was cleared to go to school and I was walking into school with a crutch to help me walk properly. I saw RaeLynn walk over to me with a smile, “hey, Bunny, I’m super ready for my first day of school!” I told her as she helped me with my bag and led me to my locker. I looked around as I walked, talking to RaeLynn about how weird it felt to be in a public school. It was so different and I didn’t need to wear any uniform, I could pick my own outfits now.

“I know, I was also pretty caught off guard by how different and free the environment here is,” she said as she helped me put my things into my locker, causing me to notice that she decorated my locker for me.

I smiled, “you decorated the locker for me. That’s so sweet,” I mumbled as she and I walked to our first class. We sat near the door so that I would have an easier time getting around between classes, I had some much needed accommodations that were in place for me due to my leg. I was to leave five minutes before class ended so that I could easily navigate the school and get from class to class, my physical therapy counted for my gym credit, and RaeLynn would escort me around. She would help me on the elevator, carry my books so I had an easier time with my crutch, and more. Those accommodations were to be followed until I was able to walk on my own again.

At lunch, RaeLynn helped me to a table then she went to get our lunches. I looked around a bit, blinking when I saw that people from every grade were in the cafeteria. I was staring into space when RaeLynn walked over with Danyol, Drake, and a redheaded girl.

“Hey, Val! It kinda sucks that Ro had to drop out so she could do more modeling bullshit for your mom,” Drake said, “I so miss my Kiniw,” he sighed as he sat down at our table.

RaeLynn sat down and set my tray in front of me before she started eating, “she’s in China right now, apparently. She says she’s havin’ fun and that the boys keep hittin’ on her,” she said, giggling a bit.

I laughed a bit, “she must love that attention,” I joked as I started eating before I looked at the redheaded girl, “oh, hey, we haven’t met yet. I’m Valen-”

“Valentina Julietta Rodriguez. I know! You beat six years in a round in the ballet category in every single dance competition,” she snapped at me, making me feel confused since I didn’t recognize her until I heard her name, “I’m Isabella Smithfeild,” she told me, that’s when I realized her identity. She was the ballet dancer who was very skilled and talented but always managed to come in second to me in every dance competition,because she always froze up or forgot parts of her routine. I honestly never thought she enjoyed dancing like I did, there was no passion or joy when she danced, like she was a robot or a puppet that was simply just moving in the ways her puppeteer moved her in.

I looked at her, “I’m sorry, I won so many times but it’s not like I tried. I just love dancing, it’s my dream to be a dancer,” I told her as I ate.

Isabella stood up and slammed her hands down on the table, “yeah? It’s your fucking dream!? Well, I have to dance, I have to win. Otherwise, I’m fucking broke, if I don’t catch a dance companies’ eye then I’m screwed!! But hey, maybe I’ll actually have a chance now that you’re a fucking cri-” she was interrupted by RaeLynn shouting.

“Hey! Be nice to her!! You bitch!! It ain’t her fault she finds more joy and happiness in dancin’ than you clearly ever have! Maybe try doin’ somethin’ you actually find pleasure in instead of makin’ an innocent person feel bad because you fuckin’ suck!!” RaeLynn snapped, I had never seen her snap at someone like this before. She was normally so kind, gentle, and quiet. She had never shouted or swore in anger like this before, it shocked me to hear her like that but I also found it incredibly hot.

Isabella gasped and stormed off in anger, “the audacity!!” she said.

Danyol and Drake both had their jaws on the floor, seeming just as shocked that RaeLynn snapped like that.

“A-are you ok, RaeLynn?” I asked, looking at her.

RaeLynn sat back down and sighed, “I’m fine. And she’ll be fine too. She’s always screaming and crying about somethin’. Yesterday she was complainin’ about her mom and dad makin’ her clean her room,” she told me as she started eating again.

“I have never heard you snap like that!” Danyol said, “you sounded like such a badass just now!” he told her.

Drake was laughing, “everyday, I see more and more why Kiniw hangs out with you so often,” he said as he finished eating then looked around, “who wants to… go outside?” he asked.

I stood up and grabbed my crutch, “I’ll go,” I said, leaving RaeLynn and Danyol alone while I followed Drake. We walked for a while until I realized we weren’t on school grounds anymore.

“We’re here,” Drake said as he opened the door to a house, walking inside and leading me inside where a ton of people all wearing matching leather jackets sat in the living room. Some were my age, others were older, the oldest was a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties to early-thirties.

I looked around, “where are we?” I asked, watching Drake sit down and take something that looked like a cigarette but smelled different from a boy who was my age with an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, and long brown hair.

“Welcome to the humble abode of the Bloody Birdseyes Gang,” the brown-haired boy said as he smiled, sipping on a beer as he sat back. He looked at me and introduced himself, “I’m Finneley, nice to meet you!”

The older woman looked at Finneley and scowled, “don’t give your real name to her, idiot! You’re just asking for some nice bracelets to be slapped on your wrists!” she scolded then looked at Drake, “Dra, who is this girl? Why did you bring her here?”

Drake looked at her, “she’s friends with my brother, she just started at the high school,” he said, sipping from Finneley’s beer, “don’t worry, Red Lady, she’s safe. She won’t snitch,” he added.

I froze for a moment, realizing that he was trying to convince me to join his gang, “I’m flattered that you invited me, but I gotta go. Lynn will be worried…” I said as I started walking away, using my crutch as best as I could.

A month passed and I was doing well in physical therapy, I had regained the ability to walk without the crutch but I could only walk for a bit before my leg started hurting, so in school or when I knew I would be traveling on foot for a while, I used a wheelchair to help me get around which really helped me. It was now December and Christmas was in the air, I knew that this Christmas was going to be different. I was mourning the fact that I wouldn’t be able to perform in the yearly Nutcracker ballet performance this year. Before my accident I was learning how to do Claira’s dances so I could audition in August but I had missed the auditions while in my coma as well as lost my ability to dance. All thanks to my cousin.

RaeLynn walked over to me in the art room while I was working on something. I had taken up art as a way to clear my mind and cope with my woes and I had found that I enjoyed it quite a bit. I was so focused that I didn’t even notice when RaeLynn looked over my shoulder, “hey, Val!” She said cheerfully, making me jump as I was pulled out of my focused mindset.

I looked at her, “oh, hey, Bunny,” I said, trying to hide how much she spooked me, “what’s up?”

“Came to check on you. You've been in here for a while,” she said as she looked at what I was drawing, her eyes sparkling, “whoa! Is that Ethan?” she asked.

I nodded, “yeah, I’m drawing it for christmas with a handwritten letter,” I told her, trying to keep it a secret that I was also giving her a portrait of her with a hand written letter that would be of the same sentimental value as what I’m doing for Rosa, Ethan, Danyol, Dyamond, and Rylyn.

RaeLynn smiled, “aw, that’s so sweet of you. Y’know, more and more everyday, you become more and more amazin’. I admire how resilient and strong you are,” she told me, her voice filled with such love and care that it kind of shocked me.

I felt my heart race at her words and I found myself wondering how she thought I was resilient or strong. I didn’t feel resilient or strong, I felt weak and fragile. I couldn’t walk without pain shooting through my leg, I couldn’t dance, I had become my family’s disappointment. The child that my parents hated speaking about because then they would be forced to talk about how they were let down by me. I knew I couldn’t say any of these things though, these thoughts would shatter RaeLynn’s heart into pieces, “thank you, Bunny. You always know how to make me smile,” I told her.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years ago

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May I request angst for any pairing to combat the fluff

this anon knows my brand thank you vvv much

this is my first time writing canon era i think i did an okay job

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why didn’t you tell me sooner? i could have helped you

ship: ralbert ofc

genre: angst / hurt comfort the end turned accidentally fluffy oh well

word count: 1350

warnings: stabbing, knives, passing out

editing: heck no

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Race ducked into an alley, his feet pounding on the sidewalk, paper bag banging against his hip. He wasn’t quite sure how he had gotten into this situation. One minute he was trying to sell a paper to an older gentleman who had just bought some fruit from a fruit cart and the next Oscar and Morris Delancey were chasing him down the street, the knives in their hands glinting in the sunlight.

As he rounded the corner, Race ran into an old milk crate and stumbled, barely regaining his footing before the Delanceys were right on top of him.

One of them - Race couldn’t tell who - lunged forward and sliced open the back of his shirt. The cool metal of the knife ripped into his skin as one of the brothers created a long gash on the right side of his back. Race screamed out in pain and stumbled, giving them the opportunity to kick him to the ground.

Race rolled on the pavement before landing flat on his stomach, the wind entirely knocked out of him, ears ringing and a sharp pain coming from where the knife had been. He thought that the brothers had left when he heard Morris’s voice from somewhere above him.

“That was for cheating your way out of paying this morning,” he spat, stomping his boot on Races cut and slicing another one into the back of his shoulder blade.

Oh. So that was what they were after him about? Race cheated his way out of paying for papers all the time by telling crappy jokes and ridiculous pick up lines, it was about time they noticed.

“Next time you better pay, punk,” Oscar hissed. “Cmon Mo, let's get out of here. We’ve got better things to do than beat up homeless orphans.”

Race fought the urge to fire back a line about how all they ever seemed to do was beat up homeless orphans, so he couldn’t imagine that they actually had anything better to do, but he was already feeling a little bit light headed and didn’t want to risk getting another cut and passing out where no one would find him. As it was, he already felt like he might die. The pavement felt nice and cool against his cheek and he closed his eyes letting himself drift and-

Nope. No dying. Not today. He had papers to finish selling and there was a poker game tonight that he had promised to kick Jack’s ass in. Plus he was meeting up with Albert in a few hours so they could sell their last couple of papers together.

Hm, Albert. He was going to kill Race for getting stabbed, twice no less. Race began to haul himself up off the ground, wincing in pain. Wait, he thought, an idea coming to him. Albert can’t kill me if he doesn’t find out. Painfully, Race made his way back to the lodging house, a plan unfolding in his brain.

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Albert stood on the corner across from the flower shop, trying desperately to sell his last 15 papers. The sun was beginning to set and he wanted to see Race before the poker game tonight.

Speaking of Race, where was his obnoxious boyfriend? He was supposed to meet him here at least an hour ago so they could finish selling together. Albert began contemplating whether or not he should go out to look for him, it wasn’t like Race to be this late, maybe some-

“Hey Albie.”

Albert was pulled out of his thoughts by the familiar sound of his boyfriends voice. He breathed a sigh of relief. “Hey there Racer,” he said, snatching his cigar out of his mouth. “I was just gonna come lookin for ya.”

“Why?” Race leaned over and grabbed his cigar back, adjusted his paper bag and pulled one out, holding it high in his left hand. “Extra, extra! Fishing boat sunk off the coast!” He called out.

“Cause I was worried about ya,” Albert said, reaching in his own bag to pull out a paper. “It ain’t like you to be so late, thought ya got soaked or somethin.”

“Nah, I’m good,” he said, but there was a waver in his voice that made Albert question the accuracy of that statement. Before he could question it, through, a middle age woman came over and bought one of Races papers. As she was paying, Albert noticed that Race had on a blue flannel shirt instead of his usual green one. That was odd, Albert swore Race had been wearing the green one this morning.

“Did you change your shirt, Racer?” He asked before yelling out “Carriage accident takes the lives of three! You heard the story right here!”

Race winced, hesitating slightly too long and leaning against the lamppost he was standing near. “Ah, yeah, actually. Had to go back to the lodge cause I tripped and fell into some mud and got it all over my shirt. And I hafta look nice to flirt with the customers.” He pulled another paper out of his bag.

“Was that why you were late?” Albert asked, accepting a penny from a passer by for one of his papers. “Thank ya mister”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“S’okay Race.” At least it was just that. Thank god Race wasn’t hurt or anything serious. He turned away from his boyfriend to face an oncoming wave of people. “Extra, Extra!” But before he could blurt out a fake headline there was a loud thud from behind him. Albert whirled around to see Race laying on the ground next to the lamppost, his eyes closed and his chest rising with heavy, uneven, labored breaths.

He dropped his unsold paper on the ground. “Race? Racer? Tony?” He called out frantically, dropping to his knees beside him. Race didn’t respond.

Albert took off his hat and slapped Race lightly on the face. “Tony? Tony please, please wake up.” Albert didn’t know much about being a doctor, but he did know that people passing out was bad.

Luckily for him though, Races eyes began to flutter and he groaned. “Albie?”

“I’m right here Tones.” Albert pushed Races hair off of his forehead.

“Wha appened?” Race slurred, reaching down to touch Albert’s hand.

“I don’t know,” Albert admitted. “One second you were talking to me and the next you were on the ground.”

Race tried to move his head and winced. “I think i hit m’ ‘ead on th’ lamppos’” his speech was still slurred and Albert was beginning to worry that something else was going on.

He slid his hand behind Races head gently, causing his boyfriend to whimper in pain. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured soothingly. He didn’t feel any cuts and his fingers didn’t come away bloody so there was probably just a bruise. He removed his hand and laid it on Races right shoulder, causing him to let out a pained moan.

Albert’s eyes narrowed. Race hadn’t said anything about hitting his shoulder, what was going on here? Curiously, he moved his hand along Races shoulder, front and back, and was alarmed when his hand met hastily put on badges and came away tinged with blood. “Tony?” He whispered. “What happened?”

Race looked defeated. He knew there wasn’t any way he could hide it any longer. “Da D’lancies ‘elled a’ me fir not payin fir papes,” he mumbled. “Got me back too.”

Albert’s blood began to boil. How dare those two come after Race and hurt him. And how dare race hide it from him? “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He asked. “I could have helped you.”

“I didn’t want you to be mad…” Race said sheepishly.

“Oh, Tony,” Albert sighed. Sometimes Race could be so dumb. “I could never be mad at you. Now let’s go back to the house and get you cleaned up, okay?”

Race nodded and let Albert cradle him in his arms, and walk carefully back to the lodging house as though not to disturb his wounds. Race could be an idiot sometimes, but Albert still loved him.

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race is a stupid idiot. Incase you missed what he did there he went to the lodging house, put on some bandages and changed his shirt like Albert wouldn’t notice lol.

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tomtenadia · 2 years ago

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Thicker than blood - 12

Hello ya’ll 😍

Here we are with another chapter. It’s mostly fluff. we have a few chapters before all hell breaks loose so enjoy for now. CW: some smut... oh yes, they are horny.

Rowan woke up late in the morning and groaned. He turned at his side and saw Aelin. She was still sleeping but her complexion was far better and the cuts had finally healed fully. Hopefully she’d wake too. He rolled out of bed and grabbed his phone from the nightstand and saw a text from the only guard inside the deviation centre who knew and liked him They executed him last night.

Rowan had no need to ask who. That guard would only text him if it was related to Connall. He stopped and read the text again. Why? He had ben in the centre for thirty years? Why now?

He tried to calm down and went to grab some clothes and then realised he could not leave Aelin alone so he did the only thing he could do. He called Lysandra. The woman had been elated to help and arrived half an hour later.

He drove like a mad man to the deviation centre and got his visitor’s pass and stormed the office of the chief. The man in charge was a Duke Perrington.

Rowan burst in the office without even announcing himself “I have been told that prisoner 871, Connall Moonbeam has been executed last night. Why? He has been a prisoner for thirty years.”

The man looked at him with a bored expression “and it was his time to go. We are getting a bit overcrowded here.”

Rowan restrained himself “So first you starve him, play with him, test on him and then once you are bored just get rid of him like he is yesterday’s trash?”

“You friend should have been eliminated a long time ago. He killed humans while on drugs. Lasting this long was something he did not deserve.”

Rowan stormed out and ran out of the compound, then drove to a quiet location and let out a savage scream until he felt better.

Then with a burst of courage he went back to his car and drove to Fenrys. He had to know.

Before he pressed the buzzer he gathered all of his courage. That was going to destroy the young man and he was afraid of what he might do.

“Hey Ro, early bird are we?” The man had opened the door in his boxer and smelled like sex. Damn, did he just interrupted something?

“I am sorry for… stopping your morning activities.”

The man laughed “it’s fine, we were finished. Come in.”

A red-haired woman stepped out of the bedroom completely naked.

“Fen darling, come back.”

Rowan cleared his voice and the woman ran back to the bedroom.

“Can we talk?”

“I don’t like that serious tone.”

Rowan took a deep breath “They executed Connall last night.”

The man in front of him lost his smile.

“I confronted the head of the centre and he told me it was time.”

Fenrys still did not speak.

“Fen…”

“Maybe it’s for the best…” he said very quietly “I finally went to visit him. I could feel he was in pain. He did not recognise me. He just stared into the void,” his head hung heavily “am I a horrible person to be relieved my brother is finally at peace? Thirty years Rowan. He’s free now.”

Rowan pulled his friend to him “You are not horrible. You loved him and you are right. He was in pain. I could tell from last time I was there.”

Fenrys pulled back “I will be fine, Rowan.”

He looked at the young vampire “do not do anything stupid, please.”

“Hey, I love a steady pay-check far too much.”

Rowan was worried. Fenrys was taking it far too well and was terrified he might do something reckless.

“How’s the wife?”

“Recovering.”

“She is a badass.” He explained “we looked at the cameras and she confronted them after they came out of the house after killing the family. She held out on her own for a while against those brutes.”

Rowan felt a deep tug of pride.

“Go back to her,” he said to Rowan and patting his thigh “and don’t worry about me. You Gav, Vaughan and even Lorcan will keep me right.”

Rowan left his friend’s house and still could not shake his nagging feeling about Fenrys. He really hoped he was wrong.

He drove back home and was eager to be back with Aelin. He parked his car and ran up the stairs and in the house he found the living room empty, when he got to the bedroom he found Lysandra sitting at Aelin’s side and reading romance novels. And from the short part he had heard it was a smutty one.

Lysandra slammed the book shut when she spotted him “I am sorry… I was just finishing it and,” she hesitated “Aelin and I love to read dirty romance novels together. I started this one last time I was at her place.”

Rowan roared with laughter.

“Was your errand okay?”

Rowan’s smile fell “yeah.” He went to Aelin’s side “thank you for looking after her.”

Lys stood and grabbed her bag “I am glad she found you.” And she walked out.

Rowan changed in house clothes and lay down at her side “so, you read smutty books? You really are an interesting creature,” his hand brushed her hair “Fen told me how you dealt with those three guys. It was crazy but I am so proud of you.”

He was silent for a second and rolled on his back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling and his hand pillowed behind his head “They executed Connall last night. I confronted the man in charge of the deviation centre and talked as if Con was just a piece of trash that could finally be disposed of.” He let his anger simmer down “I need to know how he died but we have no access to the body or even to his records.”

She felt her hand twitch and he turned abruptly “Aelin?”

His mate groaned and her blue eyes finally met his.

“Hey…” his voice soft as with the back of his hand he brushed her cheek “how are you feeling?”

“Thirsty.”

Rowan lifted his arm and placed his wrist in front of her mouth “drink.”

Aelin kissed gently the spot near the hand where all the nerves were and he moaned lightly, she licked it once and then her fangs pierced the skin and she drank all the while Rowan held her tight.

Once she felt okay she detached and he stooped to kiss her lips and taste his blood on her tongue. Aelin’s hand landed on the nape of his neck and pulled him closer for a sizzling kiss. Rowan rolled over her as his hips pushed against her. In a matter of second he was already hard for her and he felt like a pig. She had just woken up after almost dying but having her feed from him had woken up all sorts of urges.

“I am not made of porcelain,” she whispered as soon as she had an inkling of his intentions.

Rowan’s hands disappeared under her t-shirt and pulled it over her head in a second leaving her naked from the waist up. His head collapsed on top of her left breast and his mouth kissed a precise spot. There was a vein there. The blood was meant to taste divine. It was also a spot reserved to mated pairs. It created a powerful connection.

Aelin’s hands landed on his head and pushed his face down as an encouragement. Rowan deposited a few reverential kisses and then he bit her and Aelin gasped in pleasure.

Rowan saw images of a younger Aelin strapped on a bed and screaming in pain. He saw her with Aedion running free in the Galathynius estate. He saw her the first time she tasted spiked blood. Her happiness at getting the job at the morgue. The fights with her father. Images flashed before his eyes and the more he drank the more the connection with her deepened. And rumours were true. Blood from that spot tasted better than anything he had ever drank. He looked up at Aelin and her thumb brushed a drop of blood from his lips. Then he flipped them over and Aelin landed on top of him. She tilted his head in a question and he removed his shirt “Only if you want. It’s powerful but so fucking amazing,” his breathing was still laboured and was still reeling “I have no secrets, Aelin.”

Aelin lay on his chest and with her finger she traced the right spot and saw Rowan shiver at her touch, then she used her tongue and Rowan groaned hard. “It’s called left subclavian vein and for some reason it’s a powerful spot,” she kissed his skin “I mean, I wish my fangs could go deeper and drink from an artery, the blood is fresh and pure.”

Rowan chuckled at the brief anatomy lesson.

While she started brushing her fangs against his skin, her hand slithered down and disappeared in his boxers were she found him ready for her. When her thumb bushed the head Rowan let out a curse and that’s when she bit him. A barrage of images hit her. Rowan in a land that was not Terrasen surrounded by other people with hair as silver as his, Rowan during his dark time feeding, Lorcan shoving him in a police cruiser handcuffed. She saw his pain while in the cell of the rehab centre screaming as his body adjusted. Saw him the night Lyria died. She drank and when she stopped she felt a desperate need to kiss the man under her. Her mouth searched his almost in desperation then she pulled his boxers down and she sat up to remove her clothes. Once both naked Aelin straddled him and sat on him and moaned in deep pleasure as he filled her.

It was a lot later when the frenzy finally calmed down and Rowan was positive he had never experienced something like that. She rode his face and while his fingers were buried in her he drank from her femoral vein and she came hard shouting his name to the skies.

Aelin had used her medical knowledge of the most sensitive spots of the body to bite him and have him shout her name like a prayer.

Now they finally lay exhausted in each other arms, Aelin tucked against him while his fingers traced imaginary lines on her back. Her face was turned to his left side and gently she caressed the marks she left near his heart and he shivered “still very sensitive.”

“Yeah,” he said while kissing her head “I had heard that it was powerful, I just had no idea how much.”

Aelin looked up at him “I can feel you now. Really feel you,” she paused “and it’s wonderful,” another chaste kiss on his pec “now we are truly married. Still no regrets?”

He tilted his head down to look at her “None. You have become all of a sudden very dear to me.”

Aelin chuckled “such a sappy old man,” with her arms she pushed herself up to kiss him “you are very dear to me too, agent.”

“Menace,” he whispered in her ear then he flipped her over and started tickling her. Aelin’s laughter was a ray of joy in the shitty morning he had.

After another tumble in the sheets, they were both sitting on the sofa watching a hockey game when Rowan’s phone pinged.

“Shit.”

He stood and took her hand “get dressed, quickly.”

“Where are we going?”

“The morgue.”

“Another death? No one called me.”

Rowan shook his head “I’ll tell you in the car.”

“What do you mean Connall’s body is in my morgue? How did it manage to leave a maximum security facility.”

Rowan sighed “I’ll strangle him. I told him not to do anything stupid.”

“His brother was killed, he has the right to know.”

Rowan’s hand went on her thigh “I know. I am more worried at him being caught.”

Once at the hospital Aelin waltzed in with Rowan at her side and headed for the morgue. No one was meant to be around as all the autopsies had been done.

They reached the examination room and saw Rowan’s team waiting.

“All of you? Really? Lorcan is going to kill you.”

“I had to.”

“It’s a fucking maximum security centre.”

Fenrys grinned “the woman I was with yesterday? She works there and helped us in and out.”

“I hope for you she keeps her mouth shut.” Rowan was raging, that was stupid even for Fenrys’ standards.

“Oh Ansel is awesome and hates those bastards. She kinda works with a rebel group to try and bring down these places.”

Aelin ignored the males and went to get ready to perform the autopsy.

She looked at Fen “you might want to wait outside. Seeing your twin cut open is not something I recommend.”

Vaughan took him out with Gavriel in tow and Rowan remained with her.

He nodded and she grabbed the sheet and pulled it back.

“Holy mother of all fucks.”

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rayslittlekitten · 3 years ago

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The Little Sister

A/N: Okay so I may write one more part. I haven’t decided yet. This could end here but feels a little too open ended for my liking. I honestly wasn’t sure how i wanted this to go and Ros took over this time and Ray seemed a little OOC, but I actually like how this came out. Also, Anon, I hope you’ve been reading this and have enjoyed this thus far.

RATING: T

Word Count: 2k+

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!reader/OFC

Contains: cursing, some sexy stuff (kissing, touching, flirting), mentions of sex, funny interaction between Ray and wrath of Ros

You’re awakened by the sound of a phone ringing.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Michael,” you hear Ray mumbling.

You really feel him say it more so than you hear him. You remain on his chest and can sense him fumbling for his phone.

“Yes, boss?” His morning voice is straining. There’s a pause. “I had a late night last night. I was just getting up,” Ray lies and then rubs his face with his hand. “Ros can’t get a hold of Y/N?” Ray glances down at you who is tucked safely under his arm.

You remember that your clothes and belongings are back in that other room so you probably have a ton of missed calls and messages from Ros and Mickey.

“She’s in good hands, I assure—“

“GOOD MORNING MICKEY!” You shout.

Ray’s glasses-less eyes widen at you as the look of dread washes over him.

“Uh, that’s uh… yes, boss. She’s… she’s with me.” Ray’s eyes twitch like it did yesterday. He closes his eyes and drops his head back onto the pillow. “Yes, I understand. See you tomorrow, boss.” Ray hangs up and tosses his phone back onto the nightstand. “What are you trying to do?! Get me fired?!”

“Oh please, Mickey would not fire you over bedding his wife’s sister.” You roll your eyes. “Stop being so dramatic.”

“What about Rosalind?”

“What about her?” You prop your head up on your hand and elbow next to Ray’s pillow. “Rossy likes you.” You shrug.

“She might like me but she might not like what I did to you last night.” Ray puts on his glasses to see you better.

“What? Bring me the best pleasure I’ve ever ‘ad in me life? I’m sure she would encourage it.” You laugh. “Ray, we’re both adults who have an attraction to each other and we acted on the attraction, is all.” You brush the back of your fingers against his cheek.

“And I want to do it again and again until I can’t walk anymore.” You lean in and kiss him.

Ray doesn’t react at first but then cups your face and deepens the kiss, then rolls you over onto your back and moves on top of you.

Ray’s phone goes off again. Ray pulls away and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Just don’t pick it up,” you grab his face and nibble at this jaw.

“I can’t do that. Michael would be suspicious.”

You huff as he reaches for his phone again, but he doesn’t pick up yet. He just stares at his phone with wide eyes.

“What is it?” You ask.

“It’s Rosalind.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake! You’re not afraid of ‘er, are you?” You ask incredulously.

Ray doesn’t say anything. You grab his phone and slide the button on screen to pick up.

“No!” Ray yelps.

“Good morning, Rossy!” You chirp. “Sorry you couldn’t get a hold of me. My phone is in the other room and I was preoccupied all night.” You move away from Ray as he tries to reach for his phone.

“Yes I’m fine. More than fine actually.” You glance over at Ray and smirk. You manage to get out from under him and roll out of bed to put more distance between the two of you. “Ray is taking very good care of me so don’t worry about me. You and Mickey enjoy your little getaway.”

Ray scoots out of bed and starts chasing you.

“Love you! See you tomorrow! Byeeee!” You hang up.

"Michael is going to kill me. No, even worse, Rosalind is going to kill me!" Ray panics.

"You don't know my sister at all if you think that," you laugh. "But if you think you're going to die anyways, might as well spent the rest of your days enjoying it." You cup his naked cock and balls and start massaging it.

Ray groans as he starts getting stiff.

"You are trouble, young lady." Ray pins you to the wall and kisses you.

"Yeah, but the good kind," you smile against his mouth. ***************************************

The next day, you wake up in your own bed. Ray had dropped you off after spending the day with him, mostly naked all around his large house, christening almost every piece of furniture in every possible position the two of you fancied at the time. The kitchen was a bit of a mess too. You accidentally knocked a mug of coffee off the kitchen island while Ray had you bent over. There was a point where you both had to go out to get food because the two of you really needed to get out of the house. Also, Ray ran out of rubbers and as tempting as it was to just forego them, someone had to be the responsible adult.

You didn't get to see Mickey and Ros that night as you fell asleep before they got home. Ray had Bunny watch you again, but you had no plans to sneak out again. You stretch and loosen up your sore muscles which reminds you of yesterday and the night before. You decide to get up and get ready for the day.

"Good morning, Bunny!" There is definitely an extra pep in your step this morning.

"Good morning, love!"

"How about we take a little trip to Rossy's garage?" you ask.

*************************************** When Bunny drops you off, he waits in the car for you. You stroll in and make your way to Ros's office and waltz into it without knocking.

"'ello, Rossy!" You make yourself comfortable on her couch.

"'ello. What brings you 'ere?" Ros asks.

"I missed me sister," you answer. "I fell asleep before you and Mickey came 'ome."

"Yes we did get in a lit'el late," she says as a matter of factly. "Fancy some tea?"

"Sure!"

Ros gets up from behind her desk and puts the kettle on.

"How was your trip?" you ask.

"It was nice. Nice to get away from work and the every day bullshit, but can't say the same for Michael. He's constantly thinking about work. He trusts Ray so I don't know why he can't just stop working for just one day." Ros shakes her head. "By the way, speaking of Ray, what's this I hear about you two?" Ros crosses her arms.

"What about it?" you shrug.

"I don't know if I like you doing that. You're young and a bit inexperienced, and I don't want you to be involved in all that." Ros says.

"I may be young and a bit inexperienced, but I don't care if you don't like it. I like it. I mean, I don't even know if this is something that would last forever. I'm just 'aving some fun." You sit up straighter in your seat.

"Fun? I know you wouldn't be involved with the more serious stuff, but if things go sideways, it can get really dangerous. I don't care how much protection you'll have." Ros pours the hot water into two mugs.

"Dangerous? You're making this out to be a much bigger deal than it really is. Ray hasn't steered me wrong yet. He actually seems like a good guy. I thought you like him."

"I do like him and I do trust him with you, but I'd much rather you get your feet wet with a more legitimate business not associated with marijuana distribution." Ros seeps the tea bags into the mugs of hot water.

You look at her for a few moments trying to process what she just said.

"What?" You look at her strangely.

"I know there was only that one incident where Michael almost got killed in the pub and there hasn't been any other problems, but there's always a risk."

"What are you going on about?"

"Michael told me Ray suggested you to be his assistant in helping run the pub so Ray can focus on the other business." Ros hands you a cup of tea.

"Oh! That's what you're talking about." You take the cup from her and flash her a smile.

"What else would I be talking about?" Ros takes a sip of her tea. **************************************** "Raymond Matthew Smith!"

Ray and Mickey turn to the voice and see Ros charging towards the back room in the pub with you chasing after her. Mickey looks confused and Ray's eyes widen with a look of terror over his face. Ray gets up from his seat.

"Hey, love--" Mickey starts.

"Not now!" Ros points her finger at Mickey as she stalks towards Ray.

"Rossy!" you call out but she ignores you.

"What the 'ell do you think you're doing, you cunt? You had one job! ONE!"

Ray raises his hands up in defense as Ros approaches him.

"What the fuck is going on?" Mickey stands up from his chair.

"Do you know what your consigliere was doing while we were away?" Ros asks Mickey.

Mickey doesn't answer. He knows better when his wife is this riled up. He just looks at her, awaiting her answer.

"My baby sister! That's what he was doing!"

Mickey's eyebrows shoot up, not quite expecting that answer. He glances over to Ray and makes eye contact with him, shooting him a sympathetic look.

"Are you just 'aving fun with her? Is that what this is to you?" Ros tries to slap him as he backs up and defends himself with his hands. "She's not a fucking toy!"

Ray’s eyes start twitching. You've never seen Ray so out of control and helpless before.

"For fuck's sake, Ray! Are you really afraid of my sister?" You walk up to him.

"Alright, can we settle this at home?" Mickey jumps in.

"I swear, if you break her heart--" Ros starts.

“Rossy, we’re just shagging!” you interrupt.

“Wait, we are?” Ray looks over at you, confused.

“I told you I just wanted you to fuck me!”

“Yeah, but I thought there was something more there,” Ray frowns. “I really like you.”

"Aww, you do? I really like you, too Ray.” You smile at him.

"If even one hair on 'er head goes missing, I will not hesitate to cut your jewels off, do you understand me, Ray?” Ros points her finger at Ray.

"Rossy, please! Ray has done nothing but look after me since I've come ‘ome."

"I promise to protect her as I have with you and Michael," Ray says.

Ros continues to burn a hole into Ray for a few moments.

“Now, would there be a conflict of interest for this assistant job then?” Ros asks. “That is, if Y/N wants to take it.” All three of them are now looking at you.

After discussing job responsibilities and what would be expected of you, that Ray would train you in handling the finances and operations side of the pub, you agree to go on a trial period.

Later that night you speak to Ros again about the whole Ray situation.

“Rossy, are you still mad?” you ask as you sit next to your sister who is in the living room having tea and doing some light reading.

“Not really,” Ros looks up from her book. “It’s just after the whole Brad thing and all, I was just worried about you.”

“I know.” You rest your head on Ros’s shoulder. “Ray really is a nice guy though, right?” you glance up at her.

“He is. To be honest, there isn’t any other man I’d trust more than him to look after my lit’el sister, in any capacity.” Ros looks over at you. “And who knows, maybe you’ll be good for him too. He’s too wound up sometimes.”

“Oh, I’ve loosened him up quite a bit,” you chuckle.

“I don’t need to ‘ear about what you an’ Ray do. As long as you’re both happy, that’s all I need to know.” Ros closes her book.

“Love, are you ready for bed?”

Both you and Ros look behind you and see Mickey.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” Ros says as she looks up at Mickey. He takes s step closer and gives Ros a kiss at the top of her head and then yours.

“Alright. Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Mickey!” you wave at him before he walks off.

“Now make sure I don’t hear what you and Mickey are doing,” you chuckle.

“Don’t be a cunt,” Ros smirks and playfully hits you with her book. “I’m going to bed. Good night.” Ros gives you a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night, Rossy.”

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xxhanjifairytalexx · 2 years ago

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your flesh, blood, brains

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bestfriend!jisung x zombie!reader

body worship / brainwashing

cw // attempted brainwashing, talk about harming someone else, mentions of blood

jisung sobbed watching as you, his best friend, writhed around on the floor, whimpering in pain as your body tried to unnaturally change its dna.

you had been bitten on the arm a few days ago on the subway on the way home from work, not thinking too much of it since new yorkers were weird beings. the bite started to burn a few hours after, but it wasn't until two days later that things took a turn for the worse.

jisung came over to your apartment after you texted that something was wrong, and he arrived to you throwing up blood, and what looked to be a small internal organ. whatever it was, you both knew something was seriously wrong when you collapsed in the floor, muscles seizing as you cried out in pain.

"i n-need you," you wailed in pain as your head smacked on the floor.

"please stop moving," jisung begged, "you're going to hurt yourself."

"need y-you, s-so bad.”

“i don’t know what to do!” he cried out, hands running through his hair. “you need to go to a hospital.”

“i'm g-gonna starve with-o-out you,” you whimpered, teeth aching to feel something between them. “n-need you, need you.”

"i'm calling 911."

"no!" you groaned, "y-you can h-h-help me."

"how?" he cried, "i don't know what's happening!"

your arms reached out, hands desperately trying to grab at the empty floor in front of you.

"y-your flesh, blood, b-brains."

jisung watched as your eyes suddenly went black, the pain you were feeling increasing significantly as you became less aware of your surroundings.

it was now apparent to jisung that the bite wasn't from some insane new yorker like he'd thought. it was more serious than that, his best friend's sweaty delusional self crying out for his body.

you weren’t human anymore.

"i need it so bad, want you so bad," you groaned unconsciously, words flowing from your mouth without thought. "gotta sink my teeth into your skin, feel it tear under the pressure as i rip into your flesh. watch as your luscious blood pours out of the wound and into my hands. feel your soul leave your body as i bash your head into the floor until your brains leak out of your ears, dripping straight into my mouth and warming my throat like honey. i need it more than the air i used to breathe, please, please come over here."

why was jisung actually considering surrendering himself to you?

these obviously weren’t your thoughts at all, but it was you, his best friend saying those things. even though you weren’t completely there, it still made his heart flutter that you needed him.

thankfully his mind started thinking rationally again, wondering why he was almost ok with allowing his best friend to kill him, let alone consume him.

"n-no, stay away," he cried, distancing himself by standing on the other side of the couch which you were lying in front of.

"need your brains now, can't live one more second without them. i'm gonna die if i don't, please, please, please.”

jisung held his hands over his ears but never took his eyes off of you, watching as your wide eyes stared deep into him, keeping his attention.

“i know you’ve wanted me for a while,” your voice cooed, ignoring the pain as you tried to seduce your first meal. “i’ve wanted you for even longer, since the day we met. don’t make me wait any longer, please.”

was this your way of enticing him? cause it was sure working.

jisung walked around the couch, getting just a bit closer to your shaking body that was still lying down on the ground. he knew he shouldn’t do this, but it was still you, right? not some monster.

his ears were still covered by his hands, but they were slipping with each second that passed, your eyes staring into his with a look that drew him closer and closer, deeper into your trance.

“i need you so badly, jisung, don’t make me beg any longer. you don't want me to die, right?”

he shook his head, tears rolling down his blushed cheeks.

“then fucking get over here!” you screamed, losing your cool composure in an instant. “this is torture! do you like seeing your best friend being tortured? does this pleasure you? i bet you’re hard thinking about teasing me, making me beg for you over and over again until you eventually surrender yourself to me. gonna cream your pants or something, watching me cry out for you? bet you already came on the way here, thinking about how i begged you on the phone for help.”

“no, it’s not like that,” jisung cried, “i swear. i just can’t help you that way, i don’t want you to hurt me.”

you were full on screaming now, begging for his body.

“i would never hurt you! who do you think i am, a monster?”

tears streamed down your face at the assumption that you had lost your mind, even though it was true—you had lost your mind, but jisung didn’t need to know that.

you were desperate to feed, and it had to be right now, no matter who the victim was.

“jisung, please!” a scream ripped through your throat, your entire body seizing up as the painful agony you were experiencing only got worse and worse.

all he could do was stand there and sob, watching as his best friend cried out in desperation, descending into madness. he wanted to save you, but he couldn’t, there was no viable solution.

jisung didn't think he could listen to you whine any longer. it was killing him.

“jisung, please! don’t do this to me! don’t fucking do this to me! ahh, i’m gonna die, please!

JISUNG!”

and then, silence.

your cries for help suddenly stopped, the room going quiet.

jisung was now curled into himself behind the couch, hands over his ears as he cried. he was so overwhelmed that he barely noticed the screaming had stopped.

a few minutes passed before he noticed the quietness, which turned his sad cries into panicked whispers as he ran around to the other side of the couch, dropping to his knees at the sight of your still body.

“no, no, no,” he begged, “please don’t leave me.”

he called out you name—no response.

shook your shoulder—no response.

placed his head on your chest, in hopes of hearing a heartbeat—nothing but silence.

you were gone.

“please come back, please,” he cried into your still chest, slamming his fist on the ground in frustration. “n-no, please.”

suddenly your arm shot off the ground, grabbing jisung’s arm and pulling it up to your mouth. you bit him, letting your teeth puncture his skin as you tore a chunk of flesh out, moaning in satisfaction as jisung screamed in unbearable pain.

he wailed, trying to loosen your impossibly tight grip, but it was no use. he wasn’t getting his arm back anytime soon, and he wouldn’t need to in a few minutes time.

“don’t you get it now? teasing people isn’t nice.” you chuckled as the euphoria replaced all the pain you had been experiencing. “wasn’t so hard to give in, now was it?”

“p-please, stop,” jisung cried as you took another bite, feeling his arm throb as he tried his best not to vomit at the sight of his open wound. he bit his lip, still trying to get out of your grasp, but slowly giving up as his soul began to fade more and more.

"i love your body so much, thank you," you mumbled over and over again, drunk on his body as you ate and ate until jisung was no more than a memory, his screams nothing but an echo.

#xx skz masterlist #skz jisung #han jisung #skz #stray kids #skz x reader #skz scenarios

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The Fall of King Romulus Part 8

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him…

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

“From today, you shall have your own rooms.”

“But why?” Remus wails “it’s not fair!” Remus looks up at him, his small faced scrunched and red, tears threatening to fall, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

“I-“ Roman frowns. He feels too big. Shouldn’t he be the same size as Remus?

“You’re the future king, Remus” their father rumbles, “Your training needs to begin - without distractions.”

“Don’t cry.” Their mother tells him as Remus’ tantrum echoes through the room. She runs a cool hand over Roman’s forehead soothingly.

“I wasn’t.” Roman murmurs.

His mother’s hand turns cruel, pushing his head back, another hand gripping his chin.

“You need to drink, c’mon Roman drink this down for me, please?”

Roman chokes, twisting away. Hot liquid scalds his throat and drips down his chin. There’s a hand in his hair again, stroking gently until it grips tight, forcing his head back “He doesn’t look much like the Prince.” Marcus grunts.

“The mad Prince – Remus of Notaleveale!”

“But.” Roman whimpers, “that’s not-“

“Is he awake?”

“Your father is sick.” Julius tells him. The practice room is high in the north tower, always just too cool to be comfortable, but Roman feels hot. For some reason, water is rushing down the walls. Droplets splash onto his skin and sizzle where they land.

“We’re going to find a way to fix this my Prince, I promise.” Julius smiles at him, his eyes kind and unlined by age.

“What if you can’t.” Romulus whispers, voice breaking. He is the right size now he thinks. He had to tilt his head to look up at Julius who hesitantly pulls him close, letting the boy muffle his dry sobs on his shoulder.

“Then…we will find a way to help you live with it – and I’ll always be here to help you.”

He pulls back to smile at him again, but it’s not kind anymore. The skin flaking away reveals the rictus grin of the skull beneath, and Roman howls, trying to twist away whilst large hands hold him down -

“It’s okay! Roman, it’s okay!”

- he feels something cool on his eyelids, a strong scent of mint mingling with the rot of Julius body-

“Sleep.” a voice murmurs.

When Roman wakes, it’s somewhere he doesn’t recognise. Scratchy sheets pin him down to a bed as effectively as chains. A pale man with violet eyes is pulling at his arm, his arm which hurts. Roman whines, trying to tug the limb out of the pale man’s grip, but his body feels too heavy to obey.

The pale man is trying to talk to him but nothing he says makes sense to Romulus, it’s like listening to a foreign language.

“<My dad’s dead.>” he tells the pale man, because that seems important.

“Roman? Are you awake?”

There’s a hand on his forehead, the voice is saying something about water but Roman ignores it, trying to chase the thought.

If their father was dead, then why was he still Prince Remus?

The next time Roman woke up it was dark. The pale man had disappeared, but there was another figure lying in the bed next to him. The man’s bulk caused the mattress to dip towards him and his snores were so loud they made the whole bedframe vibrate with each exhale.

Turning his head carefully, Roman found himself looking at a face full of scars and freckles. A pale shaft of moonlight from the open window illuminated the man’s ripped ear and a nose that had obviously been broken at some point in the past. Even in sleep, he looked fearsome.

‘Patton’ Roman’s tired mind supplied, and he felt a relieved smile twitch over his face. It pulled at the cut Niki left him, making him bite back a whimper of pain.

He let his head fall back against the pillow. Everything felt heavy, even the air. The room seemed to melt at the edges. But if Patton was sleeping then they must be somewhere safe.

He dozed for a time, listening to the comforting rumble of Patton’s snores, until a withered pair of hands reached for him. The lady of the house began to gently wipe the sweat from his face with a cool cloth.

“<Am I dying>?” he asked her in their own language.

“<You can try.>” She told him dryly, “<Those three will probably end up chasing you down to the underworld too.>”

The lady brought some extra cushions and stacked them behind him, helping him to sit up. From his new vantage point he could see Logan on the floor, one giant book open on his lap and three more stacked beside him. He looked like he had fallen asleep mid study session, his head tilted back against the wall with a thin string of drool hanging from his open mouth.

Roman thought of the last time he had seen him, pinned to Lucius' chest, his eyes wide and frightened behind his glasses, and had to close his eyes. He breathed deeply through his nose until his panic subsided and glanced at Logan again.

He was so relieved to see him whole that might even forgo teasing him about the drool.

The lady brought him a pewter mug filled with something warm that smelt pleasantly of honey and helped him to lift it to his lips when his hands began to shake.

“<When I invited you for tea, this isn’t what I pictured.>” she teased him with a smile.

Roman didn’t smile back, eyes still roaming the room.

“<Where->“

“<Your elf is fine>” she told him, sounding amused “<I sent him on an errand. He would have worn a hole in my best rug if he stood here pacing much longer.>”

Roman did smile then, grip loosening on the mug which she deftly caught before it hit the blankets.

“<I lost my brother.>” he told her, eyes growing heavy again.

“<That was careless of you.>” she said, “<What are you going to do about it?>”

Roman didn’t answer, falling back asleep with the honey still coating his tongue.

The next time Roman woke up, daylight was streaming trough the open window and the last tendrils of fever seemed to have left him. Whilst he still felt tired, the unnatural heaviness was less and his mind was clear.

Unfortunately, his clear mind immediately occupied itself by cataloguing every single way his body was in pain.

His cheek throbbed, the small cut from Niki having been split wider by the force of the hit from Julius’s walking stick. His back and shoulders we’re equally bruised, and protested every tiny movement he made as he tried to resettle himself against the pillows. By far the worst was his hand, which felt like it was still burning.

Choking down any whimpers of pain he focused instead on the strange pressure on his chest.

Opening his eyes revealed the culprit. A grey cat with snow white paws was sitting primly on his sternum. Mittens looked deeply put out by Roman’s attempt to get comfortable and gave him an unsatisfied meow of protest when he continued to move.

“Good morning” Roman whispered, giving him a conciliatory head rub with his good hand, “Did you happen to count how many horses ran me over?”

“Roman!” The bard looked beyond Mittens to see Patton perched on the end of the bed, beaming so wide it almost distracted from the redness of his nose.

“You’re -ah-achoo – you’re awake!”

“Yeah.” He smiled, attempting to rearrange the pillows one handed. “Hey Pat’.”

“Guys!” Patton called, “Ro – achoo – Ro -acHOO – he’s awake!”

There was a thundering of footsteps on stairs and then Virgil all but exploded into the room, eyes wide “How awake is he? – does he recognise you? Patton I told you to put the damm cat outside!”

“Aww but it’s his hou -ah -ah -house,” Patton pouted.

“He recognises you.” Roman added, giving Virgil a half-hearted wave “Also his voice works.”

“Shame.” Virgil snarked but the grin on his face was too wide to hide his relief.

“You. Go bother the pigeons’” he shooed the cat as he came to sit on the edge of Romans bed. Mittens gave him a pointed meow before slinking out of the room, pausing only to rub against Logan’s ankles as it passed him in the doorway.

“How’s your head?” Virgil asked - he reached over to a small beside table and picked up a glass of water, holding it up for Roman to sip.

“Fine.” Roman whispered hoarsely, taking the water from him and drinking greedily.

“What about your hand?” Patton asked, kneeling on his other side, “I’ll ask Mama Tay to brew you some more willow tea, for the pain.”

“Great.”- Roman handed the glass back to Virgil shrank against the pillows as they both peered at him – “but I’m fine, honestly don’t worry yourselves-“

“Fine?” Virgil rolled his eyes, “You look like you went three rounds with a centaur and lost. Badly.”

“Okay, well, that’s rude.” Roman rolled his eyes right back, lifting one arm to try and bat Virgil’s hands away as they reached for him “Get off, Virge I’m fi-“

“Roman.” Logan was the only one who hadn’t come forward to paw at him. He stood in the doorway, most of his face obscured by the shadow. “Let Virgil check your injuries.”

Roman sighed, the fight going out of him. Obediently, he dropped his arms and tilted his head towards the half-elf.

“Oh sure,” Virgil murmured, running skilful fingers over the cut on Romans cheek and the surrounding swelling “you’ll listen when Logan tells you.”

“It’s the glasses,” Roman joked, his voice tired, “gives him authority.”

Once Virgil had finished his inspection of Roman’s face, he insisted at poking and prodding at every inch of him see how his other injuries were healing. Roman sighed but put up with his fussing with as much grace as he could. Virgil removed the bandages on his hand, packing fresh herbs next to the skin and rewrapping it gently with new cloth. The bruises and welts on his back and shoulders had begun to heal, turning from purple and blue to a sickly looking yellow. Virgil smeared something that smelt horrendous on the few welts that hadn’t scabbed over before stepping back, declaring the injuries extensive but, for the most part, superficial.

“Like your lyrics.” he added slyly, which got a squawk of protest from Roman and a giggle from Patton.

His hand was the most concerning. Virgil had him gently flex his fingers -causing Roman to hiss with pain despite his best efforts – before helping him into a sling and giving him strict instructions to hold it still until the herbs had done their work.

As Virgil worked, Patton kept up a running dialogue; happily filling Roman in on the day to day running’s of Mama Tay’s house. How she’d let him use her kitchen to cook for all of them and let Logan take over her small library (although the scholar was still only permitted to call her Mother Octavia). He giggled his way through a story about Mittens’ on going attempt to court the tabby cat who lived across the street – apparently he had attempted to show off by taking on street rat twice his size and spent the rest of the day sulking in the pantry after being summarily chased off.

Between Virgil’s gentle ministrations and the soothing sound of Patton’s voice, Roman found himself slowly relaxing.

Remus wasn’t in the city. His friends had come for him. They’d beaten the bad guy and got away.

He knew he couldn’t just ignore everything that had happened. His friends were eventually going to want some sort of explanation. The thing that had worn Julius face had been able to find him once – he didn’t know how, or how to stop I happening again.

Most importantly, he was no longer sure that Remus was safe.

But for a little while at least, he was with his family. He was safe. Things could start to go back to normal.

“Roman.” Logan said. He was leaning back against the closed door, a look on his face Roman couldn’t quite decipher. “Stand up.”

“Slowly,” Virgil added as Roman rose to his feet. The healer cast a glance back at Logan, confused, “what’re you-“

“Roman.” Logan cut him off. “Stand on one foot.”

Romans whole world seemed to narrow down to the glint of light reflecting off Logan’s glasses.

The rush of blood in his ears sounded very much like the rush of water in the pipe room.

Julius looked at him coldly, ready to categorise each whimper of pain as his leg began to shake, muscles cramping -

Patton’s hand suddenly griped his elbow as he wobbled, breaking the illusion.

Mama Tay’s bedroom was far more cluttered with blankets and knickknacks than Julius practice room. Logan was the one in front of him – face full of gleeful satisfaction as his theory was confirmed.

“I’m right aren’t I.” he breathed, looking dazed – “You can’t diso-“

Remove yourself from anyone who might ask you about your curse. Put as much distance between you as you can.

Roman attempted to fling himself towards the door- immediately realised that this was a bad decision as he still only had one foot on the ground – and pitched forward towards the floor, free arm pinwheeling crazily.

Patton dived to catch him, one big hand grabbing his injured shoulder casing Roman to yell out in pain, which in turn caused Patton to instinctively release him. He found himself falling again, this time crashing into Virgil, who had come running to help. His injured arm exploded in pain as he fell against the other man’s chest.

“Roman! What the hell- Logan?”

“I’m sorry!” Logan’s delight at being proved right had quickly turned into alarm “Stand properly – I mean, stand however you think you should. Um-“

“Roman are you okay?” That was Patton, gently easing him off Virgil “Oh gosh I think you’ve opened your stitches again!”

Roman groaned.

A few moments later Roman was, once again, propped up on the bed. Patton sat next to him, holding his good hand loosely whilst Virgil smeared more of the horrifying smelling salve over the reopened cut on his cheek.

Logan, hands firmly clasped in front of him like a guilty school boy, was filling them in on what he thought he knew.

“Roman cannot disobey a direct order – when Lucius Amata met us on the stairs he was able to compel him not to move.”

“Who?”

“The Marquis of Orenlla!” Logan huffed, exasperated – “The kidnapper!”

“De.” Roman muttered.

“What?”

“Marquis de Orenlla.”

“Hmm,” rather than start an argument of etymology, Logan simply pulled a square slip of card from his waistcoat pocket and started crossing something out with his quill.

“Seriously?” Virgil asked, exasperated “Flashcards?” He twisted the lid back onto the salve pot with rather more force than was necessary “Logan, you didn’t even believe in magic until yesterday and now you’re saying – what exactly are you saying?”

He glanced at Roman, almost fearfully ‘That he’s -that he’s under a spell or cursed or- what?”

“Roman,” Patton’s voice was gentle. “Is that true?”

Roman met his eyes. Patton’s face was as kind as ever. For now.

Never tell anyone about your curse.

But they’d never set rules stopping him discussing what people already knew.

Even so, he braced himself for pain before he nodded.

Patton looked like he might cry.

“So –what?” Demanded Virgil, who had started pacing back and forth down the short length of the bed. “He did that? This Lucius guy?”

“How do we stop it? Do we….kill him?”

“Patton!”

“Well I don’t know!”

“It wasn’t Lucius.” Roman muttered.

He risked a glance at Virgil who was nodding fervently, shaking both hands out in front of himself as he tried to process everything, “No. He – you had it before right? That’s how he was able to get you to go with him.”

Slowly, Roman nodded.

“Was it before we got to the city?” Logan asked. He hadn’t moved from his spot by the door, a thoughtful frown on his face as he gently rotated the flashcards in his hands.

“The forest!” Vigil yelped before Roman had a chance to respond. “When you disappeared right? I knew you were out of it that night! That’s when it happened?”

“Oh, Roman.” Patton gasped, “You poor thing. Has this has been going on for days?”

Roman couldn’t help it; he started to laugh. Drawing his knees to his chest he hunched over them, his shoulders shaking. “No.” he managed to gasp out. “No, not the forest.”

“So…when did it happen?” Patton asked uncertainty. Roman could easily picture the three of them glancing at each other, trying to put the pieces together. He kept his eyes firmly on his knees. He didn’t want to see the moment of realisation.

“Before the forest?” Virgil asked hesitantly. Roman nodded without looking up.

“When I met you…” Virgil continued after a moments silence, “you wouldn’t come back into the tavern with me – you said you didn’t want the innkeeper to tell you to play another night.”

“I remember that.” Logan said “You met us on the road. I thought that was odd at the time. I assumed you were going to lie in wait to rob us.”

Roman could hear the understanding seeping into their voices. He’d been cursed since they met him. He’d been a liability since they met him – they’d hired someone to protect them who could be ordered to throw his sword down by any foe who happened to try. They were going to feel so betrayed. They were going to be so angry with him.

How could he have not told them?

“Oh, Roman – how could we have not noticed?”

Romans head shot up. “What?” he croaked.

Now Patton really did look like he was going to cry, his eyes suspiciously watery. “You’ve been dealing with this all by yourself for – for years?”

“So- “ now Virgil was the one shaking – “So any time I’ve told you to ‘shut up’ you-“

“If you don’t give a timeframe it doesn’t matter much.” Roman blurted quickly, wanting to remove the look of horror from Virgil’s face – “I mean when I was younger it maybe would have but, but I’ve learned work around it so –“

“Younger?” his rambling did not seem to be soothing Virgil’s panic. “How young?”

“Er. Well.” He glanced between the two of them “From when I was a baby. I mean, I don’t remember not being like this.” Patton and Virgil were staring at him with identical slack jawed expressions. Roman wished the bed would swallow him up and spit him out onto he street. “But hey – I was apparently a very agreeable baby – stopped crying so soon as you asked!” he grinned awkwardly, give them a thumbs up with his undamaged hand.

They did not look reassured.

“So, have we ever –“ Patton started,”-have we ever made you do something you didn’t want to-“

“NO! No, Pat - you’re always so polite and if, if it’s not an order it doesn’t count so-“

“I’m not polite.” Virgil muttered.

“You don’t order though.” Roman said quickly, “You’re too-“ he tried to find a nice way to say ‘too riddled with anxiety to give directives’ – “awkward.” he finished sheepishly.

Virgil bristled. “I told you to get lost.” He snarled. “In the forest.”

There was a silence. Roman found himself staring at his knees again and forced his head up to meet Vigils gaze.

“Well. That was unfortunate. But it was fine – you’re both good trackers, you found me easily enough so-“

“But what if we hadn’t!?” Virgil all but yelled, “What if you’d just been lost in the woods till you starved to death or-“

“Virgil.” Patton soothed, “Calm down, he’s fine.”

“He’s not! He’s not safe with us! How many times have we done something to, to-”

“It’s fine.” Roman announced calmly, cutting Virgil off before he could work himself up any further. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

“What doe that mean?”

“It means – I won’t travel with you anymore. You don’t have to worry about protecting me I’ll just-“

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Roman no!”

“Are you going to order me to stay?” He snapped.

That shut everyone up.

He glared at the pair of them. “Well?”

“No.” Patton said calmly “Of course not. It’s just that-”

“What happens if you disobey an order?” Logan interrupted, causing the other three to jump.

The scholar had been standing so still, gazing off into the distance whilst the argument went on around him, that Roman had almost forgotten he was there.

“I cant.” He answered eventually, trying not to feel resentful of Logan for causing this whole mess.

“But what if you try?” Logan said, “If I told you to raise your hand and you tried to keep it down – “

“It would hurt.” Roman gritted out.

“Hurt how? Can you describe it?” Logan tucked his flashcards away and pulled out a notebook, quill at the ready. Roman gaped at him.

“Logan.” Patton interrupted, “I think maybe Roman needs a break from questions right now-“

“But if we don’t know the parameters of his condition then how are we supposed to fix it?” Logan argued.

“I’ve tried. To fix it.” Roman growled out.

“But you were by yourself before.” Logan said dismissively “Now you have me, well, all of us, working on the problem. I’m sure we will be able to –“

“I wasn’t by myself.” Roman said coldly.

Logan really did remind him of Julius sometimes. They had the same stubborn determination to get the answers they were seeking. But Roman was not going to be anyone’s pet experiment again.

“I am Prince Romulus of Notaleveale.” he announced grandly, as If he was reclining on a throne instead of uncomfortable bed. “I have had the finest minds of the fae and human worlds look into my curse, I hardly think a failed apprentice and a couple of backwater deserters are going to have more success.”

He swept an imperious gaze over all three of them, amused to find they had finally been shocked into silence.

“I will be returning to my kingdom. Your services will no longer be required.”

Part 9

#Roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #ts lamp #creativitwins #sanders sides fic #THIS IS THE FIRST TIME THEYVE ALL BEEN IN ONE ROOM AND OH MY GOD #THEY TALK SO MUCH #NEW SYMPATHY FOR WHY THE VIDEOS GET SO FRIGGIN LONG #anyway this was so much fun #the big reveal #enjoy #if i update this again before next weekend please punch me in the face i need to work on my flipping essay #sidespart writes #ts: fall of Romulus

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rhysismydaddy · 3 years ago

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Can you add me to the damnation tag list please? Thank you!! Also if you’re taking prompts: the song partition by Beyoncé, specifically the line “took 45 minutes to get all dressed up / and we ain’t even gonna make it to this club” for nessian or rowaelin

Rowan pulled at the collar of his shirt, frowning. He was already hot, and they weren’t even at the goddamn club. Hell, they hadn’t even left yet.

He was sitting in the car waiting for his wife, scrolling through his email and trying to resist the urge to back inside and throttle her. "Five minutes" his ass.

Even though he was irritated, he was used to this behavior. So was their driver, Ricky. When he'd told the stout man Aelin said she was almost ready, he'd just given Rowan a knowing smile, pulled out the newspaper, and rolled up the divider to give him some privacy.

Something he was very grateful for when, twenty minutes after she'd said she'd be ready, Aelin opened the back door and slid onto the seat across from him.

The phone fell from his hands, emails suddenly the last thing on his mind, as he took her in all the way from her curly blonde hair to her painted red toenails.

"What... what are you wearing?" he asked, voice embarrassingly raspy.

“A dress,” she replied simply, knocking on the divider between them and the driver to signal they were finally ready.

He scowled, because duh, but he’d never seen anything like what she was wearing.

First of all, it was fucking sheer.

Thin layers of black tulle wrapped around her frame, creating a see-through illusion that was messing with his mind. He guessed she was technically covered, but not enough he couldn’t see the outline of her high-cut black panties and bra. A lot of skin was showing.

Skin everyone in the club she was dragging him to would see.

“Aelin.”

“Mmm?”

“How many people are you trying to make me kill tonight?”

He wasn't a necessarily territorial man--at least he didn't think so. And the logical part of his brain told him that his wife loved him. He had nothing to worry about.

The not-so-logical part told him to not let her out of the car. Or to start cracking skulls.

His eyes finally figured out how to move off her breasts and as he looked at her face, she smiled at him knowingly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Rowan growled, trying to discretely shift himself in his pants.

She noticed, of course, and her grin grew. “Rowan, get it together. If you can’t even make a twenty minute car ride, how are you going to deal with me dancing on you tonight?”

“I’m not,” he gruffed, looking at her innocent little nose. “I’m going to stand at the bar and glare at anyone who tries to get close to you.”

She tilted her head, considering this. “I don’t think so. I want to dance with you."

"Then you should've worn something less... tempting."

"Tempting?" Aelin asked, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth slowly. "What do you mean?"

"Stop acting innocent. You wear a dress like that, and you're going to get my attention."

She leaned back, hips sliding down the seat and thighs falling open.

Skulls. Cracking.

"What are you tempted to do?"

It was a breathy whisper, one that told him she was just as hot and bothered as him.

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on his knees and his hands on hers, edging her thighs open a little further. Running his thumbs across her soft skin, he grinned when he felt it pebble and her breathing grow shallow.

"Currently," he began, running his hands down her calves, back over her knees, up her thighs. "I'm tempted to get on my knees before you and worship you. You look like a goddess, Fireheart."

She grinned, opening her mouth to respond, but he brought a hand up and brushed a finger down that bright red lip. "And then I'm tempted to fuck your mouth for messing with me in the first place."

Her lips parted, drawing his thumb inside her mouth, and he almost came at the sinful lap of her tongue. He pushed it deeper, eyes drifting closed when she moaned.

"But, you've been waiting for this opening for a while," he said, acting unaffected despite the tent in his pants and sitting back. "And you've obviously spent a while getting ready. I can wait."

She made an angry, frustrated sound and flung herself on him, somehow ending up on his lap, her knees by his hips. "I lied," she breathed, pushing herself down against him. "There isn't a club opening tonight. It opened last week, and I went with Lysandra. I just wanted-"

He knew what she wanted. And like always, he gave it to her.

A hand on the back of her neck pulled her mouth to his, and Rowan kissed her desperately, deep and searching and thorough. He met her tongue with his, sucked on her lips, kissed her the way he would if he got between her thighs. If the way she was moving on him was any indication, she knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying it.

His hands pushed up the thin material, and then he was gripping her ass, growling at the fact that she'd been about to wear this in public.

"I'm going to kill the neighbors," he told her, realizing they might have seen her walk to the car.

"Okay," she agreed, tilting her head back as Rowan kissed her neck. "I hate them anyway."

He was too hard, too desperate to be amused.

The desperation led to him ripping her panties off, something he knew she'd give him shit for later. But it seemed she was too far gone to care much, especially as he slipped two fingers up her thigh and pushed them into her. She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes drifting closed and head falling back.

He groaned at how tight and wet she was, clenching his jaw. The way she moved her hips gave him just enough friction that he couldn't think, and he fucked her harder with his fingers in retaliation.

His thumb drew small, quick circles on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, clenching his jaw and going faster when she tightened around him.

"Ro, I'm going to-"

She cut herself off and released a curse that would make even the most seasoned sailor blush as the car slowed to a stop, making him chuckle.

Aelin leaned over and slapped the intercom button to connect them to the driver. Right as she opened her mouth to speak, Rowan curled his fingers and pushed his thumb against her clit in a way he knew would drive her wild. She gasped, trying to hide it under a cough. "Um, fuck, just- just drive around, Ricky!"

The amused response came through a second later. "Of course, ma'am."

He likely knew exactly what they were doing back here, but Rowan didn't have half a mind to care.

As the car started moving again, Aelin sat back up and slapped his chest. "You're such an asshole."

He made another circle with his thumb. "Am I?"

She trembled, shaking her head, and he gave her a slow smile.

One hand buried between her thighs, he used the other to tug down the front of her dress and bra. His mouth came to her breast, and he swirled his tongue around her nipple in time with the movements of his thumb.

Aelin groaned loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders and hips churning sloppily.

"That's it," he encouraged, tugging on her nipple with his teeth. "Ride my hand, Fireheart."

He knew she was getting close from the way she tightened around his fingers, so he released her breasts and licked a line up the column of her throat. Her head was thrown back, giving him plenty of access, and he made use of it, sucking and licking and biting at her skin until he knew he'd leave a mark.

She cried out as she came, loud enough he hoped Ricky had a serious hearing problem.

Her legs shook and she trembled, but he kept going until she stilled and collapsed into his chest. Then he pulled them out and licked them clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of her.

After three years of marriage, she was still the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Not that he was surprised--she constantly did things like this that made him burn hotter and hotter for her as the years went by.

Apparently, the sentiment was requited, because before he knew what she was doing, his wife slid to her knees before him and flicked open his belt.

She met his eyes as she freed him, running a finger slowly down the length of him.

"Aelin," he warned, not in the mood to be teased. Normally, he'd sit there all day and let her fool around, but he wanted her--needed her--now.

She rolled her eyes, but gave him what he needed, leaning down to put her mouth on him.

A muttered "fuck" fell off his lips, his hips bucking slightly at the sudden sensation.

Her hands were running over his thighs and up his abs, like she relished the feel of him as much he did her.

Pulling back, she hollowed her cheeks and circled her tongue around his tip. Rowan's hands were fists at his sides and his jaw was clenched tight. She's been down there for ten seconds, he reminded himself, trying not to be a chump.

Except it felt too goddamn good.

She knew exactly what he liked, and she gave it to him so fucking well he could do nothing but sit there and try not to act like a wild animal.

His hands found their way into her hair, holding it back to give him an unobstructed view.

Her full lips enveloped him, staining his cock red, and he almost came at the sight.

"Look at me," he rasped, groaning when she opened her eyes to meet his. "Fucking hell."

Those eyes undid him, and he didn't care if it made him a chump or not.

"I'm close," he warned her, pulling out a little.

But she was having none of that and dipped her head to take all of him again.

With another muffled curse, release found him, and if there was ever any doubt as to if she was the perfect woman for him, it was gone the second she moaned as he came down her throat.

His head hit the seat behind him as he breathed and breathed and tried to not pass out.

Sitting up on her knees, Aelin licked her lips and looked him over slowly.

Rowan tucked himself back into his trousers, then grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto his lap. He tucked her into him, fixing her clothes as best he could. She'd definitely have to wear his jacket when she got out, considering he'd torn her underwear off, but that was a problem for later.

He kissed her brow, smiling. "Happy anniversary, Fireheart."

Her head tilted back, those eyes meeting his again. "Happy anniversary, Buzzard."

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S3 18 | The Insatiable Divine Move

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | KO-FI

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 6908

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, stabs, drugs, death, sex, handjobs, dirty talk, clothing humping, swearing (always), etc.

A/N: Hello there. I’m back. Thank you so much for understanding that I couldn’t upload these last two weeks. But here I am. Two chapters in one and a little surprise at the end. Stiles and Y/N are starting to explore their relationship in other aspects. Enjoy <3.

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Scott helped Stiles walk back to the living room as Noshiko stood there. "Do you recognize me, hmm?"

Stiles nodded his head as Kira appeared, begging her mother to stop. "It's okay." He stepped closer to the woman. "I'm the one who asked her to come."

"You're the one who's going to get stabbed with swords." She glanced at her mother. "Mom, don't do this to him."

"It's already done." Her eyes were focused on Stiles. I was confused by what was going on, until two shadows appeared, grabbing Stiles's from the back of his ear. I quickly tried to step forward, but Melissa and Scott kept me in place, even if I begged them to let me go. I needed to help him. I needed to save him. "Look behind his ear."

I didn't hesitate to fall onto my knees, my hands rubbing Stiles's back while the others looked behind his ear. "It worked." My brother sighed.

"So, I'm actually me?" His body shook while he glanced at Kira's mother.

"More you than the Nogitsune."

"Can The Oni find him?"

"Tomorrow night. It's too close to dawn now."

"Can they kill him?"

"It depends on how strong he is."

"What about Lydia? Why would he take her?" I intervened in the conversation.

Noshiko glanced at me. "He would only take her for an advantage."

"You mean her power?" It was my brother's turn to ask.

"The power of a Banshee."

Stiles's body continued shaking. "I will bring something warm." Getting up from the ground, I walked near-by Noshiko, her hand clenching my arm. I furrowed my eyebrows while meeting her gaze.

"You were stronger and more determined than me." She made a gesture to Stiles, letting me know that she was talking about how she couldn't save Rhys. But was Stiles safe? "However, onis are powerful, and something will end up happening."

"Then, I will try my best," I whispered. "But no one is touching Stiles anymore." I flashed my eyes. "They will have to get over my dead body." She smirked, nodding her head.

"Hey," I swirled around. "Hide those ice blue for me." I laughed, and maybe I looked crazy at that moment as tears fell down my cheek at the same time. But that was the first thing I've heard coming from the real Stiles in a long time.

Scott opened the door of Noah's office, waiting for him to turn around and see the person he was so desperate to find. "If I could just find my keys." I had a little smile on my face as Mr Stilinski muttered those words to himself.

"In your coffee cup." Noah quickly swirled around as the unmistakable voice of his son resonated through the room. "You always drop them in your empty cup."

Noah blinked a couple of times as he tried to guess if the young boy standing in front of him was his son. The real one, not the one possessed y an old spirit fed by vengeance and chaos.

My brother and I nodded our heads, letting him know that it was him. The older Stilisnki didn't hesitate to drop his coat to the floor, almost tripping with his chair as he ran to his son. They both engulfed each other, breezing in. They swayed from side to side, clutching each other.

"Hey dad," Stiles's voice was deeper from all the crazy things that have been going on. But we could discern the happiness he felt to be back.

When they both parted, Noah glanced at my brother once again. "Is it over?"

I sighed. "Not yet."

We explained what had happened during the last hours. Especially, highlighting the fact that Lydia was missing. She was probably taken by Void. Mr Stilinski had informed us that they had an APB out on Lydia's car. Every unit on the road was looking for her. However, there was nothing more we could do. Void had taken Lydia for a reason. "Okay. What would a Nogitsune need with a Banshee?"

"I don't know," Stiles shook his head as he rested his butt on his father¡s desk. "Lydia's pretty good at finding dead bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body?"

"Scott," Noah glanced at my brother once again. "You know more about this than all of us." I gripped Scott's hand, knowing he felt pressured by all the things we were going through. "You said you got the whole story from Noshiko?"

"I was there too," I added, nodding my head. "But that happened during World War II. Like 70 years ago."

"Wait. What did you say?" Stiles asked while his gaze was lost.

"Noshiko told us about the internment camp..." My brother answered.

"No, before that." His eyes squinted as he looked at his father. "You said, the whole story." Scott and I nodded our head as he seemed to recall something. "There's a girl at Eichen House. Her name's Meredith. I think she might be able to help."

Sheriff had informed Parrish to call Eichen House. As soon as he did, Parrish entered Noah's office where we were waiting. "Sheriff, Meredith Walker."

"She's still there?"

"Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit."

"Why?" The hazel-eyed boy asked.

"They said behavioural issues."

"What issues?"

"She wouldn't stop screaming." Both boys glanced at me as I bit my lower lip.

I hummed to myself as I sat on a chair. My phone rested on top of the table as I scrolled down through pictures, trying to distract myself. However, Stiles who had been sleeping got up from the couch as if he couldn't breathe.

I ran to him, grabbing his arms to steady him. "You okay?" I heard my brother asking what happened, but I ignored him as I was focused on Stiles.

"What happened? How long was I out?" His breathing was laboured.

"Just a couple of hours." My brother replied. "You should sit down."

He shook his head. "Where's my Dad?" He started blinking faster.

"He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone. Looking for Meredith." I replied, caressing my thumb on the palm of his hand. I glanced back at my brother. "We promised him we wouldn't let you out of our sight."

"Okay," He started playing with my fingers. "What about the others?"

"Allison, Isaac, the Twins, they're all looking for Lydia."

"It's starting to feel like we're waiting for a ransom call."

"We'll find her." Stiles let my hands go as he scratched his arms, grabbing his jacket that had been resting on the couch. "You all right?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, I just can't seem to get warm." His lower lip trembled as his skin became paler.

"Maybe you should sit down. Take it easy." Scott's hand touched Stiles's one, his veins becoming black. "You're in pain." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's not that bad. Just more like a dull ache.

"Where?"

"Sort of everywhere."

"Stiles, you're freezing," I added, worried as my hands grazed his skin while he sat on the couch.

My brother sighed, sitting down next to him. "Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?" He was interrupted as his phone vibrated inside one of the pockets of his jeans. "It's Kira."

And Kira had news for us, not really sure if they were good or bad. But Meredith was in class. However, when we arrived at school, the people from the asylum had been called and they tried to get Meredith. Surprisingly enough, Coach helped us. Therefore, Meredith was in Stiles's jeep with us now.

"Okay, where is Lydia?"

"Who's Lydia?" We sighed, frustrated. Then, she glanced at me. "Woah," There was a big smile on her face as she tried to get a closer look at mine. "You are a siren."

"H-How do you-."

"My aunt was a siren." She smiled. "I thought you guys were extinct." She seemed to giggle for a couple of seconds as she glanced at Stiles. "Is she the girl you are in love with? Y/N?" I shyly looked at the boy sitting next to me. "He would talk about you in his sleep sometimes."

"We didn't share a ro-."

"I have good hearing."

As soon as Scott opened the door to our house we were met with Rafe McCall. "What are you doing here?" My brother asked as our sperm-donor was standing in front of Isaac.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Free period. We're doing group study." Stiles intervened.

Rafe's eyes rested on the girl. "Who's she?"

"She's my girlfriend." Stiles's blabbed as he placed his arm on her shoulders. My eyes widened as I glanced at him.

"You're not my type." I chuckled as she tried to get away from the hazel-eyed boy who I was going to kill for making such a stupid excuse.

"Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about." He looked at me as I crossed my arms and smirked. You are dead, Stiles. "We should maybe take this upstairs."

"Well, for what I know, you are dating Y/N." He crossed his arms too, which made me uncross mine as I could see similarities between us.

"He was just joking," I added, pinching my boyfriend's arm. "Nice excuse," I whispered to him.

"I've missed you and I can't think properly, that's why it was a bad one." He smiled back.

"You are not getting away from this one." I shook my head with a sheepishly smile on my face.

"He's my type." I snapped my head towards Isaac, who was laughing due to my banter with my boyfriend.

"Okay," I smirked. "Isaac, you can come too." I giggled as the curly-haired boy got up from the chair. "He is single, between." Isaac punched my arm playfully.

"Isaac and Stiles can go," Rafe spoke. "But I want Scott and Y/N here for a couple of minutes." I sighed.

"Hey, Dad, I'll explain all of this later," Scott begged as I stayed silent.

"I don't care that you're not in school. I know your grades are fine." He nodded his head. "Same goes for you, Y/N. All I want to do is talk."

"Now's really not a good time." I snapped.

Scott's voice was softer. "Dad, can't we do this tomorrow?

"That's actually something I've been saying for a long time. Come here." We followed him, standing in front of the stairs. However, he kneeled down. "You see this? This indent in the floor... that was from your head." I leant closer to my brother, not liking where this story seemed to go. "The night before I moved out your mother and I were fighting." Scott kneeled too. "You came out of your room. I grabbed you by the wrist. You pulled back." Rafe's eyes were teary. "And you fell." I gasped. This was what Stiles knew, right? "We watched you tumble down those stairs. You were out for probably 20 seconds. When you came to, you didn't remember a thing. Your mom told me to be out by the morning. That was the last time I ever had a drink." I felt like I shouldn't be listening to that conversation. "And that's why I left."

"I'm going to-." Before I could leave them alone, Rafe gently clutched my wrist.

"It was wrong, what I did with you was wrong on so many levels and I don't have any excuse." He sighed. "I truly am sorry even though I know that it's not enough for you, and will never be." His voice trembled. "I couldn't be with your mother anymore. She was crazy and she wasn't scared to throw a bottle at me every time she had one of her mood changes. And I know that it's more of a reason for you to think I am an asshole because-."

"Because even though you knew she was crazy, you left me there."

"Yeah," He nodded his head. "But I didn't know you were mine." I furrowed my eyebrows. "She was sleeping with multiple men, which I got to know after knowing she was pregnant. She said she believed you were another man's child." He sighed. "I know I did the same to Melissa," He glanced at Scott for a couple of seconds. "She said the other men were just some kind of revenge because I had another family and that it didn't matter to her. She was convinced we could start a family and that we could pretend you were my child."

"What?"

"When she went to jail...Well, before she did. She contacted me." His eyes were even wetter than before. "The judge was searching for your father to give him your custody in case he was in a better condition than your mother. She told him that I was the father, and I didn't want her to look like a liar. And I felt bad because I left you there with your mother, even if you weren't my child. So I said that I was your father and with my job, they didn't take the investigation further."

"So you aren't my-."

"I'm not sure if I'm honest." My eyes got teary. They got teary because I had gotten so attached to Scott that there wasn't a reality in my mind where he wasn't my big brother, even if it was just for a couple of months. "I always sent money. That's why your mom's friend could take care of you with the job she had." True, she was just a cashier that didn't get paid much. I never thought about all the things she bought and how we could afford them.

"So maybe," I tried to take a deep breath as I glanced at my brother. "So maybe Scott isn't my brother?" Rafe seemed surprised by my question, nodding his head. "Can we...Can we get one of those tests done? I want to know." He nodded his head.

It still wasn't an excuse. He was the one who decided to say he was my father. Even if he wasn't, he took that responsibility, and he should have acted like one.

I felt my brother's hand squeezing mine. "Okay, dad. Let me show you something." He moved to another part of the room, pulling me along while Rafe followed us. "See the edge of this window sill. When I got my first skateboard I slid right into it. Broke my collarbone." He wandered to another place, pointing at the object. "This used to be glass. Until I fell on top of it trying to catch a lacrosse ball from Stiles. I got three stitches on my cheek." He let my hand go to point at the place where he got the stitches. "This house is full of accidents." He shook his head. "The stairs? Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was worse. But I healed. I don't need your apology. So... See you at graduation. Or whenever you decide to show up again."

"Sco-." Before I could pronounce his name, he pulled me once again with him. We left Rafe McCall standing in the living room with a lost look on his face.

Isaac and Stiles were able to guess where Lydia was after talking to Meredith. Scott had phoned Allison, wanting her to meet us. Therefore, the four of us were now driving towards the place, hoping to meet the Argent girl there.

"All right, I'll say it." I glanced to my side as Issac coughed. "You look like you're dying. You're pale, thin and you look like you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it." He was right. I couldn't help but glance at the boy driving. He looked sick. He looked like he was dying. "When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he's getting better?

"What happens if he gets hurt?" My brother asked while glancing at his best friend.

"You mean if he dies, do I die?" He sighed, staring at the rearview mirror to look at me for a couple of seconds. "I don't care." My heart dropped. "Just so long as no else dies because of me." Before I could interrupt, he continued. "I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it." He shook his head. "I remember hitting your sister in the head and making her bleed because she was trying to help you. I remember both of your blood staining my hands."

"It wasn't you."

"Yeah, but I remember it." His voice cracked. "You guys gotta promise me. You can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

"We can't promise that," I whispered. "We all know that being involved in all of this means that something could go wrong. But I'm not letting you get hurt neither, Stiles." Our eyes met again, and I discerned his quick blinking to hide the tears that invaded his eyes.

As soon as we arrived, Allison and Kira were already waiting there. We glanced at each other, noticing that we were scared. We never knew how a situation like this could end. "We've done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember?" My brother tried to comfort us, even though he was terrified too. "That was a total stranger. This is Lydia."

"I'm here to save my best friend." Allison hurriedly added.

"I came to save mine." My brother glanced at the sick-looking boy whose hand was clutching mine.

"I'm here for both," I emphasized the last word, trying to hint that I would do whatever I could to bring Stiles back with me. An alive and free Stiles.

"I just didn't feel like doing any homework." I couldn't help but chuckle as Isaac answered.

Then, we entered the place, just to find Kira's mom standing there with a couple of those shadows or demons standing behind her. "Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you."

I nodded at my brother and my boyfriend, giving them the signal to go find Lydia while we stayed where we had to.

"I can't." We walked closer to her mother, Allison preparing her arrows. "When I looked at the game I realized who I was actually playing. You."

The Argent girl raised her bow. "Call them off."

"You think you could take him alive?" Her gaze went to me. "You think you can save him?"

"What if we can?" I asked, stepping a little closer.

"I tried something like it 70 years ago. Your friend is gone."

"I told you before, ma'am." I gritted my teeth. "I'm not you and Stiles isn't Rhys. We might be able to save him." I chuckled. "Why are you so opposed to the idea of us trying to save him? Is it jealousy? Or rage because you couldn't save Rhys?"

"He is going, dear."

"Are you sure?" Kira stepped closer to me and her mother. "Or if Stiles doesn't have to die. Maybe Rhys didn't have to die either?"

Noshiko chuckled as the demons behind her prepared their swords. "I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira. You are. But the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury." Then, the figures behind her vanished and Kira's mom gasped, worrying us due to the fear, decorating her expression.

"What does that mean?" Isaac dared to speak up as we breathed heavily.

"It means there's been a change in ownership." We turned around as we heard another voice. One we knew too well. A couple of meters away, Void was standing with his hands joined together in front of him. The shadows behind his figure. "Now they belong to me."

That's when we saw ourselves in danger. The shadows ran to us with their swords prepared. Kira was using the katana to protect herself as grunts fell from her mouth. One against two.

Isaac was able to pull one of the shadows to the ground, flashing his eyes and teeth. His werewolf form was taking the lead, trying to scare off the adumbrations. However, he quickly got up from the one he had pushed to the ground as another one ran to him. Isaac used his nails to scratch his middle part, throwing him against a wall.

However, that one seemed not to be affected as he quickly raised his sword. Thankfully, Allison had shot one of her arrows, disarming the monster.

I gritted my teeth as tried to be as closer as possible to Isaac, defending each other's back and taking into account my lack of knowledge related to my supernatural abilities. However, I was glad after receiving some basic defence movements from Kira as I gripped one of the demons' sword tightly between my hands.

I panted as I hit one of those things with the sword, trying to push him as far away from me and Isaac as possible. "How do we stop them?" The curly-haired's voice resonated through the darkness as he glanced at Noshiko.

"You can't!"

He had been distracted, and even though his back was protected by me, his chest wasn't. One of them slashed his stomach and I saw the blood spurting everywhere.

"Isaac!" I gasped. However, when I tried to defend him from the shadow who had gashed his stomach, I received the same outcome as it slashed my knee. Nevertheless, I continued trying to protect Isaac and myself. But we still received some cuts. Especially the boy who was now kneeling on the floor.

I was kicked on the chest by one of the others, falling on my butt and wheezing as the air seemed to escape my lungs. Then, an arrow pierced the chest of that demon, saving Isaac from the last blow. The blow that could have killed him.

A light came out of his chest from where he had been hit by Allison, and then, he vanished into thin air.

I breathed calmly this time, turning around to glance at the Argent girl. I offered her a little smile as she was chuckling, relieved because she had saved Isaac and because the monster had vanished.

However, time seemed to slow down. It looked like a slow-motion that you could not stop. I screamed, I screamed her name trying to warn her because I wasn't strong enough to get up from the floor. I tried, I tried getting up while droplets of tears fell down my cheeks.

My knee begged me to lay back on the floor, but I couldn't. I couldn't lay down on the floor. And I couldn't save Allison as she was stabbed by another shadow. Right in the middle of her stomach. Her mouth was wide open. I heard a scream, Lydia. She knew what had happened.

I ran to her as she fell into my arms, glancing at me. "A-Allison," My eyes were teary as my trembling hands moved the locks of air out of her face. "Allison, w-we need to stop the blood." I started taking my jacket off, pressing it against her stomach. I glanced around as Void had disappeared and the shadows vanished. "We need to do something. CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I screamed out when I saw the others just looking at me. Accepting the Argent girl's fate.

"Well," She chuckled. "N-now you can't have my head on your w-wall." I chuckled as I continued crying. That's what I've told her. The flashback invaded my mind.

I nodded my head. “I’m going to slowly try and forgive you and your family for everything you’ve done to my brother and the people I love.” I swallowed. “But I swear to god, I will not hesitate to-.”

“To have my head on your wall.” She finished for me. I smirked, getting up, going back to my seat next to Stiles. “I’m sorry for the arrow.”

“Well, you know. Every time I look at it I will remember the badass bitch you can be.” I offered her a laugh, which she appreciated.

"B-but you have a reminder of m-me." No, I didn't want a reminder. I wanted her with us. I wanted Allison alive with us.

Before I could say anything, I heard someone falling on their knees next to me and Allison was taken from my arms. Now she was in the arms where she used to belong. Kira ran to her mother as Isaac was badly hurt, mouth wide open as he glanced at the girl he had fallen in love with.

I stayed there, next to them as my brother placed his hand on top of Allison's hand. "I-I can't take your pain." I gulped as I touched his elbow. He glanced at me to later glance at Allison after I made a gesture.

Allison Argent's eyes were wide open as she glanced at the sky, and her chest wasn't raising up and down anymore. "It's because it doesn't hurt." Her voice cracked.

"No."

She nodded her head. "It's okay." She cried. "It's okay." My brother's face was the perfect expression of pain. A pain that couldn't be described. "It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love." My brother held her closer as he sobbed. "I love you. Scott. Scott McCall."

"Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please."

"You have to tell my dad. And you have to tell my dad. Tell him." She begged as her mouth filled with her own blood. Her last puffs of air left her body as she slowly closed her eyes. As we mourned the death of a friend, a sister and a first love.

I sobbed, placing my hand on my mouth to not make any noise. My head rested on my brother's shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as I could, which wasn't much because...

Allison Argent was dead.

But of course, our pain didn't end there. We had to testify about Allison's death, which seemed impossible as we didn't know what to say without looking crazy.

Stiles was still looking as pale as ever. Dark circles under his eyes as if he was dying. Stiles was dying and I couldn't help but have negative thinking. I couldn't lose him. And even worse, Void was there. Void was somewhere. Perhaps hurting someone or feeding himself with chaos and agony.

Now, we were standing in front of the BHHS building. Kira and Scott were ready to open the doors when Stiles stopped them. "Scott, hold on." Lydia and I were helping him stand up. "I know what you're all thinking. If this works, it might kill me, too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay?"

"The plan is to save you," I added, glancing up at him.

"That's the plan I'm going with." My brother replied.

Opening the doors, we were met with a white place filled with snow. It looked like some type of garden with Japanese decorations and it was decorated with a blanket of snow. The doors closed behind us and I shuffled closer to Stiles as I shivered.

We turned around again as we heard footsteps. Rhys. The Nogitsune was standing there. But as quickly as he could, he got closer to us, ignoring Kira who prepared her sword.

"Like I promised, Stiles." His voice started to sound like a broken recording. "We're going to kill all of them. One by one." Onis appeared, surrounding us.

"What the hell is this? Where are we?" Scott asked as I glanced around.

"Between life and death," Nogitsune answered.

"Bardo."

"But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia." He mocked us. "You're dying, Stiles. And now everyone you care about is dying, too." He started circling us.

"What?" The boy next to me gulped. "What do you mean?"

"I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles. The hospital. The sheriff's station." I rested my hand on top of Stiles's shoulder as his body shuffled closer to me unconsciously. "And now the animal clinic." He chuckled. "Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?"

"No, and I don't want to." As Nogitsune got closer to us, Stiles's body moved in front of me.

"When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honour, but that's not the cut that kills him. The killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana." The snow fell on top of our heads as Stiles brought me even closer to his body. His right hand resting on my waist. "Scott...Scott is your kaishakunin. I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And you're going to let him. Because just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first." All of us had teary eyes, but not as much as Stiles.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I clutched Stiles closer to me as I didn't want him to get closer to the monster standing in front of us.

"To win the game."

Stiles grabbed Lydia and me, getting us in a safe place while Scott and Kira fought the Onis. However, one of the Onis disarmed Kira. And I was shocked when Stiles grabbed the sword, pointing it at himself. Ready to die for our safety.

"Stiles," I whispered.

"What if it saves you? What if it saves all of you?" I saw the point of the blade against his clothed stomach, shock filling my body.

"What if it's just another trick?" Lydia asked. She was scared. We all were.

"No more tricks, Lydia. End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott." My body shook but also the body of Stiles. "Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game. You have no moves left."

Stiles seemed to realize something as he stopped pointing the sword to himself. "I do." He passed the object to Kira. "A divine move." His arms brought me closer to his body once again. "Stop fighting them." His voice was loud. "It's an illusion. You have to stop fighting them. It looks real and it feels real, but Scott, you gotta trust me, it's an illusion."

We started walking towards Nogitsune and the Onis. One of them raised his sword, cutting my brother's chest, but we continued walking, ignoring the damage done. My brother and Kira received the most pain as Stiles kept me and Lydia closer to his body, trying to avoid any pain towards us. Then, my brother pushed Nogitsune against the doors we had entered from before. The next thing we knew, we were back at school.

There was no blood, no pain. "We're okay. We're..." Before my brother could finish his sentence, he was pushed against the lockers by Void. Kira was brutally hit as she fell unconscious to the floor. "This was my game." His voice was raspy. "You think you can beat me at my game?" His gaze was mostly directed to Stiles.

"Divine move." I placed Lydia behind me as Stiles put me behind him. "Divine move." Void rapidly got closer to us as we stepped back as quickly. "You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni. But me? Me? I'm A THOUSAND YEARS OLD. YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"

"But we can change you," I replied as he stopped his movements, glancing at me.

"You forgot about the scroll," Stiles added as his body shuffled next to mine.

"The Shugendo scroll."

"Change the host." Void whispered.

"You can't be a fox and a wolf." Stiles lightly smirked as my brother appeared from behind, biting his forearm as Void screamed out of rage and agony. Then, Kira pierced his chest from behind with the sword.

Void fell to the ground, his mouth opened as a fly left from deep inside his body. Then, Isaac appeared, catching the fly, avoiding the insect to go inside someone else. Void continued convulsing, and then he just dissolved.

Stiles's body got far from mine and as I glanced to my side I saw that he had passed out. Nevertheless, when he finally opened his eyes we couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Oh, God, I fainted, didn't I?" We all chuckled. Stiles Stilinski was back. "We're alive. We all alive?"

My brother answered even though I knew he wanted to say that not all. "Yeah. We're okay."

"I-Is it over?" I was scared of asking such a question. But I needed to hear an answer. I needed to be sure that I could close my eyes without expecting blood covering my hands as soon as I would have opened them.

They all glanced at each other, nodding.

"Here you go." Mr Stilinski placed some blankets on top of Stiles's bed. "It's going to be a cold night so I will leave some blankets here in case you both get cold at night." He walked closer to his son, giving him a small hug. "Good night." Then, he stepped closer to me, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you for letting me stay here tonight." I shyly whispered as he embraced me.

"Ugh, stop thanking me. You are part of this family. Whatever you need, just tell us." He closed Stiles's bedroom door behind himself when he left.

"Let's get into bed," Stiles whispered as he let me get in the bed first, knowing that I preferred sleeping to the closest place to the wall, feeling protected by the wall and his body. "Want to watch a film?" We both were sitting on his bed together. I nodded my head. "Oh, there's a Robin Hood film..." He trailed off as he glanced at my face. "Yeah, maybe not now." He changed the channel again. "Oh, The Mummy." He shook his head. "We better turn this off." I chuckled, nodding my head.

I sighed, deciding to lay on my left side and examining his face. He laid in the same position as our legs slowly intertwined under the blankets. My hand slowly trailed up, resting on his cheek. "I was so scared of losing you." I chuckled, shaking my head. "And I'm sure you were in a worse position than me. Are you okay?" My thumb rubbing the bone of his cheek.

He offered me a tiny smile. "I will be. And I feel better now that I'm here with you." His voice came out in a whisper. "Did he...Void, you know?"

"No," I continued rubbing his cheek. "He didn't touch me at all."

He sighed in relief. "He was infatuated by you." He bit his lower lip. "Like I had no control over my body but I could see and hear as if I was in control. But he was the one controlling my own body. Whenever you were there he would say something...about you."

"It's okay." I tried to calm him down. "I'm here, Stiles. And most importantly, you are here too." I moved closer to his body as he did the same. "Stiles," My voice shook as our lips grazed each other. "I want you."

His eyes widened. "I've never-."

"I know," I nodded feeling flustered. "Me neither. And I'm scared to do it so soon but I want to get closer." I closed my eyes, feeling even more embarrassed than before. "I'm sorry, forget what I said. I just-."

"You want to build it up? Like, go slowly until we, Uhm, yeah?" I nodded my head, glad he understood but flustered for having such an idea in my head. "So hypothetically talking what would you want to do?" His hips swayed closer to mine, making me gulp.

"M-Maybe touch, uhm." I giggled due to the embarrassment I was feeling. "Touch each other?" I whispered, unsure of how he would feel about my idea.

I heard him gulping as he quickly nodded his head. I sighed in relief. "Yeah, yeah, okay, now?" I shrugged my head, nodding. "How do we...do it?"

I gathered a little courage as the hand that was resting on his cheek trailed down. My fingers grazed his covered chest until they stopped right at the start of his pyjama pants. I glanced at him, asking for permission as he nodded his head. My fingers slowly slipped inside his pants and boxers. My body shook in anticipation as I continued going lower. He was trimmed, I could feel it.

He wasn't hard yet. But as soon as my fingers freed him from his boxers, he got hard on my hand. "Shit, your hands are freezing." He pulled his pants and boxers a little further so it wouldn't bother us.

"I'm so sorry." Before I could take my hand away from his member, he wrapped his hand around mine.

"It does feel good." I gulped, nodding my head. His gaze was fixed on me as I started moving my hand up and down at a slow pace. "Use your thumb for the tip, press on it." I did as he instructed, examining how his face transformed into an open-mouth expression of pleasure. "Y-yeah, just like that."

My hand decided to go faster, gripping his shaft tightly as my thumb didn't forget to press against his tip. Stiles closed his eyes, placing his left arm on top of his face as he tried to drown his moans. His hips seemed to lose control as they moved against my hand, trying to go quicker.

"Stiles," My other hand decided to grab his testicles, massaging them. He finally moaned aloud, taking his arm off his face to glance at me. His cheeks were red and his forehead was covered by sweat. "I want to see your face and hear you." My shy voice didn't correlate with my actions.

"Agh, I'm so embarrassed." His hips stopped moving and his hand grabbed my wrist to stop my actions.

"W-Why?"

"I-It's the first time someone touches me like that." He blushed. "I normally do this one my own, you know. Because I am a young boy who is horny constan-."

"Stiles." I laughed.

"I've never been touched by another person like this and I have really strong feelings for you and I've been imagining this for a long time and-." I sent him a confused look. "If you continue I'm going to cum already."

"It's okay," I whispered, freeing my hand from his grasp. My hand started moving up and down again as my other hand played with his sack. "Cum, Stiles." My lips grazed his, kissing him deeply. His left hand gripped my side, clutching it strongly as his hips moved faster, fucking himself on my hand. "Let it go, Stiles. Don't be scared to explode. Do it." He groaned against my lips. I glanced down at his hips bucked against my hand until my hand got wet as a trail of cum fell down my hand.

He moaned, which made my pulse go lower than the place where it should be. He rode his high as cum continued dripping down his tip to my hand. "I-I forgot." He gasped. "I cum a lot." I nodded, surprised. "Now you." He took his pants off, cleaning using to clean my hand. Then, he placed his boxers back on.

"It's okay, Stiles."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I want you to get a release too." He coughed. "And I want to t-touch you." He gulped as his fingers didn't waste time, lowering my pants down and playing with the hem of my panties.

"Ugh," I grumbled, covering my face. "I'm so embarrassed." I was sure I looked as flustered as I felt.

"It's alright. If you want me to do it-." I nodded my head, signalling that I wanted it even though I was all flushed. "Alright." His fingers lowered down. The tips of his finger were a little cold, but the contrast against my hot core was amazing. His other hand lowered my panties as the hand touching my clit, started circling it, slowly. "C-Can you guide me?"

"Just play with it, add pressure sometimes." I sighed as two of his fingers circled it slowly, applying pressure on it sometimes. I gasped when his two fingers started going down, recollecting some of the juices between my lips as he trailed up to add pressure all over again.

"Want it faster?" He whispered as we had totally forgotten his dad was at home. I ground myself against his hand as he cupped my heat, letting me grind on him. "Does it feel good?" He glanced at my hand, which was clutching his arm as I shuffled closer to him so I could rub myself against his hand.

"Wait," I gasped. I forced him to lay down on his back as I sat on top of him.

"W-What are you-." He moaned as I rubbed my core against his clothed dick. "O-okay, that feels, uhh." His hands gripped my waist as he helped me grind against his. My pace quickly fastened with the help of his hands guiding me. "I'm going to, again."

I nodded my head, going faster and trying to contain my moans as low as possible. "Me too." My hands were pressed against his chest as I rode to both of our highs, our faces getting closer, moaning in each other's mouths.

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Toddlers Scare the Living Shit Out of Me

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Dukexiety Week Day 4- Parents

WC: 3k

Summary: Virgil is very surprised when he's brought home by a fascinating stranger at the bar. A kid wasn't exactly what he agreed to in a one-night stand. Nor did he expect a relationship.

Content Warnings: Alcohol Use, Talk of divorce, Swearing, Mild gory language

@dukexietyweek

(also thank you @suchaswearemads for their OC Teddy 🧡)

Virgil was mildly aware that he might regret this if he lived until morning. His roommate would probably have a statistic at the ready about criminals luring victims away from clubs with whispered promises of sex or drugs, and how often they target gay men. Virgil snorted a laugh to himself. Poor Lo would kill him himself if he knew what Virgil was up to. This guy even looked the part of an unhinged surprise organ donation scheduler, all covered in spikes and tattoos of anatomical cross-sections all over his visible skin. If Virgil were any drunker, he'd probably mistake him for a skeleton or half dissected cadaver.

He really didn't care. He was drunk and Remus said pretty words that made him feel wanted. He'd follow the cadaver man halfway around the world like this. Exactly proving Logan right that he shouldn't go out drinking alone. He giggled and stumbled and giggled because he stumbled and the ground was spinning under his feet.

"What’s so funny, Dr. Gloom 'n' Giggles?" Remus caught Virgil and pulled him back upright, even as his brain fought to stay closer to the ground and made the whole damn world lurch in protest.

"Hey! 'M fine. Yourrr gonna kill me, bad man mad man. Fuuuuuuuck I had way too- didya spike 'e?" Virgil struggled to form a single, coherent sentence, feeling the alcohol's effects acutely and in increasing measure with each step towards doom and destruction.

Remus laughed, "ya caught me. Why don't I call you a taxi home?"

"Nooo! I sssaaid I'd come home withya- ssooo I am," Virgil shook his head and tried to stand and remain upright. His attempt lasted all of a second before Remus had to catch him again.

"Look, I don’t need you trying to puke all over my dick or something. I'm calling you a fucking cab," Remus tried to reason but Virgil heard none of it as he yanked himself away to hurl in the bushes.

"'M fine. Commmmming down," Virgil panted, trying desperately to steady himself. After several deep breaths and false starts, he managed to stay upright and reach for a steadying hand. Whatever had knocked him on his ass so quickly was also fading just as fast, "shiitt, did you spike my drink?"

"Nah, man. Come on, we're almost there."

---

Remus stared at this drunk little catch from the bar and was glad he was the one who'd picked him up. Someone must have tried something funny with his drink. Bad enough news for everyone else still at the club but at least this one was safe.

Remus shook his head and checked his phone to call a cab only to find the phone dead already. Shit. No way to warn Roman now. Remus waited for Virgil to finish puking his guts out on the neighbor's lawn, pretty dead set on getting this guy help as soon as they got home and he convinced Ro he needed a favor.

Slowly, he helped Virgil towards his front door, surprised at how fast the intoxication seemed to be turning around as Virgil got steadier on his own feet. Remus winced when he couldn’t find his keys and cursed when Virgil reached out and rang the doorbell.

"Stop! It's way too late for that!" Remus hissed as the door quickly opened to a very pissed-off looking Roman.

"Are you crazy! Pat's asleep- oh… oh who the fuck is this?" Roman asked, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him, "Remus, you promised tonight!"

"Ro, calm down. This is Virgil. Yes, I promised, but do you think you could take-"

"No!" Roman exclaimed furiously, "I have work tomorrow! I can't take Pat. Send Virgil home and be a grown-up for once!" Roman grumbled and turned abruptly back inside.

"Roman! Someone tried to spike him-" Remus hissed, pulling Virgil inside with him "-and before it hit, he was the best guy I've met in my life."

"Oh you mean just like Mr. Wonderful?" Roman snarked back in a low voice as he gathered his belongings. Remus winced at the reminder.

"Don't be a dick, brother dearest. That's my job. Please, I promise this time will be the last-"

"I can't! Teddy is already worried that I'm out this late. We love Patton but we're not raising him for you. You're not a kid anymore, Rem. Learn to date like an adult because we're not babysitting while you go out clubbing like this again," Roman huffed and stormed toward the door, "sorry to meet you like this, Virgil. I hope you feel better soon."

Virgil barely lifted his hand to wave as Roman left and shut the door with a dreadful finality. Remus slumped and sat at the foot of the couch Virgil had sprawled on.

"Sorry about him. How ya doing, Virgie?" Remus asked quietly.

Virgil groaned, "head hurts. Still tipsy. What the fuck did you do to my drink?"

"I didn't do anything but save you from whoever did," Remus shook his head and stood, "I'll get you some water. Or gatorade. Or milk. Fuck what do I even-"

Remus was suddenly cut off by clattering dishes and a small whimpering coming from the kitchen. In a few swift steps, he entered the kitchen and flicked on the lights to find a plate toppled from the counter to the floor, the fridge cracked open, and a toddler trying very hard to hide behind the trash can.

"Pattycake! What are you doing sneaking around in the dark?" Remus slapped on a grin and swooped the child into his arms with a grunt, "oh big boy. Getting too old to pick up like this."

Patton squeaked in his father's arms as he was lifted up, "got loud, Papa. Unkie Ro promised me a second cookie before bed."

"He did now?" Remus asked, eyebrows raised in mock shock.

"Mhmm. Said Unkie Teddy'd bring it. Where's Unkie Teddy?"

"Oh no! Ro was gonna call the cookie monster himself to get ya?" Remus gasped as he shifted his hold on the child and nudged the plate under the sink to take care of in the morning, "Uncle Ro promised you a cookie monster and didn't show up? That fiend!" Remus giggled with Patton as he grabbed a couple of water bottles from the fridge, shutting the door with his hip.

"Unkie Monsta!" Patton giggled, clinging to Remus’s neck.

"Mhmm. It's really late buddy. You should get back to bed," Remus cooed as he dropped one of the water bottles on Virgil’s chest.

"What the hell-?" Virgil tried to sit up, utterly confused who Remus was talking to now.

"Hey! You don't get to cuss in front of my kid until date five!" Remus snapped, holding Patton close. Virgil blinked at the baby blue eyes, curly blonde hair and the overwhelming amount of freckles as the child stared back at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Papa, who's that? He looks spiky," Patton whimpered, quickly hiding his face from Virgil.

"Baby, I'm spiky. I like spiky people," Remus carefully soothed, running a hand through soft curls, "he's one of Papa's new friends."

Virgil watched, unamused, "you didn't say that you have a kid. What, were you planning on bringing me back here with a toddler who could walk in and see anything?"

"Look, I was trying to ask my brother to babysit him overnight. You're hella cute but I didn't expect to make this introduction so quickly," Remus huffed, "Pattybear, be nice and say hi and then you best be headed back to bed, mister."

Patton peeked one eye out to appraise the stranger in his spot on the couch. After a long moment, he waved and barely audibly whispered a small, "hi."

Virgil smiled at the typical child response to his neon purple hair and uncountable piercings, but Remus laughed loudly, startling both the drunk man and the child, "oh Come on! That was weak shit, Pat-Pat. Say it like you mean it!"

"That's not necess-"

"HI!" the tiny voice bellowed over his protests. Father and son laughed together as Virgil sputtered.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, my little monster! Alright, enough fun. Back to bed, you rascal. Papa has to take care of the baby who drank too much apple juice," Remus beamed and set Patton down on the ground, waving as the child sped off back to his room.

"Cute kid. You didn’t mention a kid earlier," Virgil groaned and laid back down on the couch, head swimming.

"Yeah well, kids are chick magnets," Remus replied, not meeting Virgil’s eyes.

"Okay?"

"I'm into dudes…"

"And? It's not like a kid is gonna send good guys running," Virgil shrugged, very much regretting his choice of drinks that night.

"Yeah, you haven't run yet. But that was a very tired out and pacified little scamp you just met. You'll see in the morning- unless you wanted me to call you a cab now?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't wanna move," Virgil murmured, "but I would like kissesss."

"Direct. I like it," Remus smirked and slid down to kneel next to the couch, "but that would be taking advantage of your weakened defenses. Sleep it off and ask me in the morning."

Virgil whined and pouted at the denial, "please? I came all this way."

"Well, if you insist," Remus grinned and leaned in close. Virgil smirked and pulled Remus forward that last inch. Virgil tried hard to enjoy the kiss but the fact of the not yet sleeping child in another room tempered his desires greatly. After a minute, Remus pulled back and grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch.

"To be continued, Dr. Love."

"Fine. Good night," Virgil sighed and watched Remus stand and leave the living room, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

---

Virgil awoke the next morning to a warm palm pressed against his cheek. He slowly blinked his eyes open to find bright blue eyes framed with thin black wire-rimmed glasses. Squinting out the light to protect himself from the impending headache, Virgil finally recognized the child from the night before.

"Hey, Patton-"

"Angels sing and demons cry, but we can't tell the difference," Patton stated sweetly, head tilted to one side.

"Hey Kiddo, breakfast time!" Remus called from the kitchen, "is Virgil up yet?"

Virgil felt a chill run down his spine as the child giggled, patted his face, and called back, "yes Papa! We're coming!"

Virgil groaned and sat up slowly, sore from sleeping on the couch with his piercings still in. How he'd managed to fall asleep in skinny jeans absolutely baffled him, almost as much as the peculiar little kid staring at him expectantly.

"What d'ya want, kid?"

"A kitty!"

"I don't have a kitty."

Patton’s eyes immediately brimmed with tears and his lip quivered before the child ran screaming back to the kitchen.

Virgil was sorely tempted to roll back over and hope he woke up somewhere quieter, but the smell of bacon and the temptation of seeing Remus in the daylight pushed him to his feet.

The guy he'd met in the bar had practically disappeared once Patton showed up. Remus had been flirty and suggestive and very interested in Virgil all night but nothing in his behavior would have ever led Virgil to suspect he had a kid and was capable of acting so.. fatherly. The man’s duality was almost unsettling.

Virgil walked over and stood in the door of the kitchen, silently watching Remus encouraging the weeping little boy to sit down and eat toast. He still wasn't sure why Patton had thought he would have a cat with him, but the disappointment had surely gotten to the little fella.

Remus looked up and gave Virgil a tired grin, "heya, sleeping beauty. How's your head?"

"Threatening to disown me. I didn’t touch him. He asked if I had a cat," Virgil nodded to Patton, hoping that Remus didn't think he'd purposefully hurt the kid.

"Oh don't worry. He asks everyone. His dad promised him one and well, do you see a litter box?" Remus rolled his eyes, standing and guiding Patton to the table, "you'd think after so many empty promises, the kid would know better, right?"

"Wait… you're his dad, right?" Virgil frowned.

"Nope!" Patton giggled, twirling his spoon between his fingers, "Dada lives in the big house!"

"Patton, eat your breakfast!" Remus barked, not unkindly before turning back to Virgil with a sigh, "no offense, but Patton��s dad is not exactly first date story material. Neither is Patton but well, that can't be helped now."

Virgil bit his lip, "right. None of my business… Except I shouldn't be here if you're married."

"I'm not married, sweetheart," Remus held up his hand to show off the lack of a ring.

"And this mystery father isn't… ya know," Virgil drew a finger across his throat in a wordless question.

"I fucking wish! Look, it's none of your damn business, Virgil. You want breakfast or the door?" Remus snapped, turning back to the food on the stove.

Virgil sighed and sat down next to Patton at the table, idly arranging shaped blocks in a haphazard pattern, "I'm sorry. I just don’t want to get in the middle of something complicated without knowing that's what's up. Yo, got another triangle for me, Pat?"

Patton grinned and grabbed a triangle from the table before shoving it somewhat painfully into Virgil’s palm. Remus watched the interaction and sighed overly dramatically.

"Hey, baby, why don't you go get dressed and pick out a movie?" Remus ruffled Patton’s hair, "no horror movies today though."

"Awwwww but I love the scary ones," Patton moped but obediently left the table.

Remus waited until Patton was out of sight before replying, "look, I don't have any secrets. I got nothing to hide. The only complicated thing right now is custody. My ex and I are separated and don't talk. Hell, I try to get him to pick Pattom up from Roman and Teddy's every chance I get. I love the little tyke but his dad pisses me off."

Virgil bit his lip, "that does not sound ideal."

Remus shook his head, "it's not. Like one day you're planning a wedding and processing an adoption, then before you know it you're divorced and fighting with the man you love for custody of the child he said made him sick to look at." Remus gritted his teeth, "Pat deserves so much better…"

Virgil nodded along with Remus’s story, "so why go out clubbing during your time with Patton? He doesn't need two absent fathers."

Remus chuckled, "don't freak out, but the first one of us who remarries has a huge advantage in getting full custody. Because neither of us is biologically related to Pat-Pat, it's become way too much of a battle.

"I'm sorry," Virgil whispered, studying the grain of the wood in the table.

"It's alright," Remus shrugged, "you're alright, Virge. Can I get that number now?"

Virgil laughed and took the offered phone, "yeah, call me when you've got some free time and Patton is with his dad."

Remus grinned and pocketed the phone, "oh you'll see how this works, sweetheart."

---

Patton was nearly a constant whenever Virgil met with Remus, but at least Roman had been mollified by Remus having a steady date so he and Teddy resumed babysitting during more adult dates. The Remus he'd met at the bar never quite resurfaced in the same way, sometimes the actual image of the tatted-up punk caring for a sweet little angelic-looking demon spawn of a kid took Virgil by surprise, and sometimes he was shocked with the things this man would say to his kid. Teddy constantly questioned Virgil why he had stayed even after learning more about the whole situation.

Virgil wasn't certain why. Patton had definitely tried to scare him off a few times. The kid was terrifying when he wanted to be.

But this little family was so very compelling, and Virgil was more and more certain with each date that he wanted a place in it.

"So, sugar…"

"Yeah, Rem?"

"I have a modest proposal for you-"

"Nope. Not gonna eat babies."

"Wha-?"

"Oh, shoot I thought for sure you were talking about the satirical essay. What's up, babe?" Virgil winced and turned to face Remus.

"How would you… like to start the process to become one of Patton’s legal guardians?"

"You're asking your boyfriend to adopt your kid who already has two dads?"

"Well yeah, because-"

"Because then the paperwork is ready to sign right after the wedding," Virgil interrupted with a grin, "you sneaky son of a biscuit!"

Remus laughed, "please, baby?"

"Not my call, sweetheart," Virgil smirked, "hey, Pattycake!"

Little feet pounded down the hallway, Patton skidding to a halt in the kitchen, "yeah? Prince Sparkles is in danger so this better be important!"

"You can save the Prince soon enough, kid. How would you feel-" Virgil suddenly felt very nervous as the gravity of the question finally hit him, "-how would you like… another dad?"

"Umm.. do I have to meet him?" Patton looked disappointed and confused.

"No, Pat-attack, Virgil is asking if he can be your dad too," Remus explained gently.

"You aren't already? I demand you be my dad this instant!" Patton bellowed at Virgil, pouting with the most betrayed expression he could muster.

Virgil laughed, "don't worry kid, this is just gonna be the paperwork that makes it official. You know I got you."

"Yay! New Dad! New Dad!" Patton beamed and ran around the table to dive into Virgil’s arms. Virgil caught him with a grunt and leaned into Remus.

"I think that's a yes from me," Virgil murmured

"Most excellent. Now I've got both my boys!" Remus grinned and wrapped both in a bear hug to seal the deal.

#dukexietyweek2021 #dukexiety #sanders sides #remus sanders #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #kid!patton #familial dukeality #familial intruality

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Whumptober 2023: Day 29: Alt: 9: Drugged

(Part 1 of 2, continued in tomorrow's prompt)

Peter (ooo different!)

My eyes were only off of her for a moment but that’s all it takes for everything to go to shit. My best friend. The girl I love and could never admit those feelings to.

I don’t deserve to love her anyways. Not after this. It’s all my fault and she should have someone far better. Someone who can actually save her.

Ro. I first knew something was wrong with her when my Spider-Sense went off like crazy, the hair on my arms standing on end.

I search the party, weaving through crowds of people to look for her. It’s just a high school party. I know people can get a little crazy but I never expected anything bad to happen.

But here we are. I open a bedroom door, hearing muffled screams behind it. At first, I hadn’t even considered that it was Ro who was in trouble.

Because I can’t ever bring myself to think like that.

Behind the door, I find Ro half dressed and screaming with two guys overpowering her, pinning her to a bed. She struggles under their weight, looking dazed.

“No! Get off!” I scream.

They turn to me, dropping her suddenly, leaving Ro to writhe on the floor, not having the strength to get up. “Ro! Ro, can you hear me?!”

She moans, showing no signs of knowing what’s going on around her. “What did you do?!” I growl in anger.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Parker?” One of them taunt me. I don’t even recognize either of the guys.

“Glad you asked.” I reply, punching him in the face, easily fighting the second guy as he tries to get me off of his friend.

“What the fuck?!” He shouts, surprised by my agility and strength. I don’t care if they find out I’m Spider-Man. Right now, all that matters is Ro.

I don’t pull my punches, beating the two severely enough that they’ve become whimpering piles of blood on the floor.

“Fuckers.” I spit.

My fiery anger dissipates at the sight of Ro. She’s passed out next to the bed, disheveled. “Oh my God, Ro…”

I rush to her side, checking her pulse. She’s okay. It doesn’t seem unusual. “Ro? Ro, please wake up. Please, it’s me. It’s Peter.”

She gasps and whimpers, curling into a ball. “N-No…P-Pete…help…”

My stomach turns and I nearly puke. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. Let me get you outta here. It’s okay now.”

I find her shirt, helping her put it on. She has practically no strength to move at all. When helping her pull her jeans back on completely, I find that the button is broken off.

They tried so viscously to rape her that they broke the button on her jeans. I’m gonna be sick at the image in my head.

Ro. Helpless. Crying. Screaming. Begging. Begging for me to help her. And I was nearly too late. If I didn’t have my Spider-Sense…

I can’t think like that. She’s okay. She’s alive and she’s okay. And I’m getting her the hell out of here.

These fucking vultures did a real number in my best friend and I am fuming. But I need to put Ro first. No matter how much I want to kill those two guys, I have to worry about her.

Plus, those two are writhing on the floor right now. They won’t mess with her again. And hopefully they won’t touch anyone else.

I’d call the police, but I imagine that would leave the cops with a lot of questions. Two bloody guys beaten to a pulp and a drugged up girl with her seemingly lanky and weak best friend.

Her best friend who is definitely not Spider-Man.

I’ll deal with the consequences of showing the extent of my strength later. There’s no time to waste. Not with Ro still in this house.

I open a window and swing out of it with her in my arms, going to my Queens apartment to help her out in a more private place.

I crawl in through my window, placing Ro on the bed. She looks terrible. I should make sure she’s okay. What if she never wakes up?

I gulp. “May?”

Hearing me call her name, she pops her head in the door, seeing Ro. “Crazy night?”

I don’t have to say anything for her to change her tune. She just looks at my face. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Ro got drugged. I almost didn’t save her in time. I almost…” I tell her, letting the tears fall as the horror sinks in.

“Oh, Peter…” May gasps. She sits on the bed, putting a hand on Ro’s forehead. “She’s okay. She’s gonna be fine. We should call an ambulance. We don’t know what kind of drugs she was given.”

“I need to tell Mr. Stark.” I say. “I mean, this is his daughter. D-Do you think he’s gonna hate me? I hate me…didn’t save her…not fully. She was half dressed and barely conscious…”

May kisses my temple. “You saved her. You did. If you hadn’t been there, I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened to Ro. And if Mr. Stark is as smart as he says he is, he’ll understand that.”

I nod. “Yeah…okay. I should call him now. Just so he knows and so…so Ro has her dad. They’re really close. I mean…he’s all she has now. Like I have you.”

She smiles sadly. “And you’ll always have me, Peter.”

I pull out my phone with shaking hands, dialing Mr. Stark. He doesn’t answer, but I don’t blame him. There’s no good reason for me to be calling this late and he likely thinks it’s just me talking about lab stuff. More often than not, that’s what I call him about.

I decide to use Ro’s phone for the second try. He’s more likely to answer her. It rings a couple of times before his voice can be heard on the other side of the phone. “Hey, kiddo. You on your way home? It’s past your curfew, miss.”

His playful kindness towards her makes me both happy and sad. Happy that she has him, but sad at how he’s going to feel about all of this. It’ll destroy him like it has me. Probably even more so.

Ro is his baby, after all.

“Mr. Stark.” I say, voice shaking more than I thought it would. “It’s Peter.”

There’s a tense pause before he speaks. He knows it’s bad. I wouldn’t have called from her phone if it wasn’t. “What’s wrong, kid?”

My heart pounds. “If I knew something was happening I would’ve come quicker, I swear. I-I…”

“Pete, tell me what’s going on.” He gently presses. “Is Ro alright?”

“I don’t know.” I say. “I don’t know how this could happen but…someone drugged her. They must have slipped something in her drink. She wasn’t even having alcohol. I lost track of her and my Spidey-Sense went crazy and I…I found her in a bedroom with two guys trying to…to…”

I hear him exhale, his breath shaking fiercely. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at my apartment. I brought her here so I could keep her safe. She’s passed out on my bed. She was half dressed when I found her there. They were gonna really hurt her, Mr. Stark. They almost did. If I hadn’t found her…” I explain.

“And the guys that did it? Where are they?” Mr. Stark questions.

“Back at the house where the party is. I beat the crap out of them. I don’t care if it looks suspicious or if they find out I’m Spider-Man. I had to save her.‘I had to.” I reply.

“I know, kid.” He says. “And you did. Is she hurt? I'm on my way.”

“Okay. And no, not that I can tell. She wasn’t really able to talk to me when I found her but she was crying out for help and that’s when I got those assholes off of her. She’s out of it now and I’m scared she won’t wake up. I don’t know what she was given. But physically…she’s just a little roughed up. I think she’s okay mostly…I hope.” I tell him.

“I’m on my way. If anything changes, you call me. Understand?” Mr. Stark urges me.

I nod. “Yeah, of course.”

“If things take a turn and I’m not there, you swing out of there in all your spider glory and take her to the hospital, alright?” He continues. “I’m not losing her. Not tonight. Not ever.”

“You’ve got it, sir.” I say. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep her safe. I promise.”

He pauses before hanging up, seeming to have trouble leaving like this. I’ve just told him some earth shattering news, so I can’t blame him.

“Kid?” Mr. Stark asks.

“Yeah?” I reply. “I'm still here.”

He gulps. “Don’t leave her side. P-Please.”

Hearing him so vulnerable shakes me up. “I won’t, Mr. Stark. Not for a second.”

“Good.” He mumbles. “If she wakes up, tell her I’m coming.”

“I will.” I say.

Mr. Stark hangs up after that and I wait anxiously for him to arrive, not leaving Ro for even a moment just as I promised.

I’ll never leave her side again.

(Second/last part of this tomorrow)

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meowthefluffy · 3 years ago

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Homewrecker au finale part 3!

•Virgil has never driven so fast before

•he drives so recklessly he makes it to the pizza place in just over 3 minutes

That gives him just enough time to stew in the fear and dread

He also gets a chance to let the anger that’s been building finally bubble up to the surface

Whoever hurt Roman is gonna have hell to pay

He parks in the shadows away from the bright awning of the pizza place and waits

He ends up waiting for 10 minutes

He’s about to get out of the car when he sees a small frame slinking in the shadows towards the parking lot

Roman in 8 inch platform heels, and a cocktail dress shivering in the freezing night air

Roman carefully stays out of the street lights and makes his way to the side of the parking lot that his car is parked, obviously looking for Virgil’s car

Virgil rushes out to meet him

Virgil’s knows he looks disheveled in pajama pants and a hoodie he hastily pulled on but he couldn’t care less

“Roman “ Virgil sounds hoarse and close to tears

Roman spots him and his whole face shifts as he bursts into tears

Virgil runs over and Ro meets him in the middle

Virgil scoops him up in a giant hug and Roman sobs into his chest

Roman looks so small in his arms like this, so fragile, the anger from earlier flairs again but it gets pushed to the side when Roman whispers through his tears

“You actually came “ he curls further into V’s arms and the relief on his face is palpable, tho it’s concerning that Ro thought he wouldn’t come

“ of course I came Princey, how could I not? I-“

He wants to say more but he notices Roman is still shivering and ushers him into the car and out of the cold

“Your freezing, let’s warm you up and then we can figure out what to do next “

As ro warms up Virgil starts driving

He isn’t going anywhere in particular, he just wants to get Roman away for there as quickly as possible

Once he’s stopped shivering completely, v takes a deep breath and asks

“What happened?”

“I-they-they wanted-“

“Take your time okay? I only need to know enough to know how to help you, you don’t have to go into detail if it upsets you “

“Okay..” Ro takes a shaky deep breath, it’s a while before he tries to speak again

” they wanted me to leave with them.” Roman whispers so quietly Virgil nearly misses it

“What?” Virgil doesn’t understand at all but he doesn’t like the sound of it

“ the cheer coach, they-They wanted me to leave the country with them, they said that they ran out of customers in this area and wanted a fresh start.”

He started curling in on himself, visibly upset but he doesn’t stop

“ they said since I was the “ best seller “ I had to come. They had me in a corner and I knew if I said no-“ he started tearing up again “they would take me by force.”

“So I ran. They threw a big party, to try and squeeze some last cash out of this town, they ran out of pizza and I offered to go get some.” The tears fell harder now and Roman desperately rubbed at his face to keep the tears at bay

“ that’s when I called you… the only reason they let me leave is because they knew I couldn’t get far walking “

It seemed obvious in hindsight but the thought of Roman walking the half a mile walk to the pizza place alone at night scarred him terribly

“ I’m gonna kill them.” Virgil said before he could stop himself

“What?” The panic rose in Romans voice , Virgil pulled over,

“ I’m gonna kill them. “ the anger from before coming back yet again “ I’m gonna f$&@$ kill them.”

Roman looked terrified now

“ no!”

“… no one should be allowed to hurt you and live to see tomorrow.” His grip tightened on the steering wheel

“Virgil please stop” Virgil risked a glance at Roman

His makeup was smudged beyond belief , tears gleaming in his eyes

Against his better judgment reaches out and cups Romans face

“ I was so worried about you… I thought-“ he can’t bear to voice his thoughts, his voice cracks

“I don’t care about them right now, I’m just happy your here, that your safe”

Roman practically falls into his arms

The hug is a little uncomfortable, they’re leaning on to of the center console, and it’s definitely not the best hug either had ever had

But it didn’t matter really

Because maybe just maybe things were gonna be okay

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This is the official ending! I’ll be doing a few more going into more detail on the aftermath but this is where I’m ending it for now.

WHICH MEANS I CAN FINALLY GET TO MY FAVORITE PART, DRAWING SCENES FROM THIS OUT OF CONTEXT!

I hope you enjoyed this! :)

#Prinxiety #tsRoman #Roman angst #Roman sanders #tsVirgil #Virgil sanders #sanders Sides

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tomtenadia · 3 years ago

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Number 5, please ❤️

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

I hope you will like it

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Rowan loved cooking and the best thing was that his wife Aelin loved eating. Anything. It was very satisfying to cook for someone who appreciated his food. During their five years of marriage they have travelled a lot across Erilea and experienced the other parts of the continent. One of the most exciting aspects had been to try all the different foods and Aelin had developed an obsession with the flavoursome food from the Southern Continent. One of the thing he brought back from each one of their trips was a book on local cuisine. Now one of the shelves on one of the many bookcases was the cooking section and it was Rowan’s pride.

Now he was in the kitchen and ready to start preparing anew dish for Aelin. He had a day off so Rowan had the time to venture to the grocery store. He then had ventured from his favourite ethnic food shop run by a lovely man from the southern continent. He had spent a good half an hour talking to him and the man had given him some interesting tips for his dinner.

He was excited. He was positive Aelin was going to adore it.

She had texted him that she was still stuck at the hospital. She was a A&E senior surgeon and they apparently had a last minute emergency.

That gave him enough time to have the meal ready, hopefully by the time she arrived. She always tended to be tired and recently Aelin had been verging on exhausted.

It was an hour later when he heard the front door open and close and Aelin’s voice announce she was back home. He smiled widely. His meal was basically ready and only needed to be plated.

A set of hand brushed his back and he felt her lips on his neck “welcome back, menace.” That had become his official nickname for her. On their wedding ring they even refused to use their real names. They used buzzard and menace after Aelin convinced him it was far more original.

“Nice ass, Whitethorn.” She told him after squeezing his buttocks “And your dinner smells amazing.”

Rowan kissed her “go get changed. Dinner is ready.”

Aelin left the kitchen swaying her hips in provocation.

When she came back and sat down at the table she all of a sudden realised she did not feel hungry. The food in front of her looked amazing, but in that moment smells that she would usually adore were making her queasy.

Rowan, unaware of her internal struggle placed a plate in front of her and kissed her head “giant portion as usual.”

He sat at her side and Aelin grabbed the fork. She took a morsel and her stomach protested.

Rowan in the meantime was telling her all about the lovely man at the ethnic shop.

She tried to take another bite when Rowan’s voice stopped.

“You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

Aelin turned to him and saw his worried face. Gods she felt bad. He had gone through all the trouble of making such an amazing feast and now her stomach was fighting her.

“I am not hungry.” She said, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Rowan’s voice was full of worry. She was always hungry. He placed a hand on her forehead and felt for temperature “you don’t have a fever.”

“I just feel funny. I have been queasy all day and moody and—”

“And?” He asked after she froze in place staring at him.

Aelin’s hand then flew to her mouth in realisation “Holy shit.”

“What?”

“Ro, I think I am pregnant. It all make sense. The nausea, the moodiness and my boobs have been killing me.”

Rowan cupped her face in his hands “I love you so much.” He kissed her “and for such an amazing surprise I even excuse you for not eating my food.”

Aelin moved closer and snuggled against his chest “There is always tomorrow, buzzard.”

#rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin fanfic #rowanwhitethorn #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #domestic fluff #rowan x aelin #rowaelin

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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🎲 🍀 WHAT’S YOUR BET? 🍀 🎲

Prompt: Y/N is lucky enough to have her man Roman at home for a few days, but she sees her luck start to change once she has a video game to overshadow and only a pair of dice as her allies.

Word count: Girl, grab a snack..Longer than it should

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, smut, cursing, masturbation(male receiving), oral sex (female receiving), thigh riding, sex dice.

My Roman’s lovers: @ziasaph, @mindofasagittaruis

Notes: It’s Roman y’all, that’s all I’m gonna say on my defense! Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Ro, how long more are you gonna stay playing that damn thing?”

“Just give me 10 more minutes babe, if I drop it now, my team is gonna loose” He said with his eyes glued on the TV.

“You’ve said that 10 minutes ago!Every damn time is this bullshit. I swear to you that some day I’m gonna toss that thing on fire!”

“I love you too babygirl” He blowed me a kiss without taking his eyes off of the TV.

“Argh” I let out a frustrated groan and went up the stairs to our bedroom.

Roman was home, on one of his very rare days off, and instead of being together making up for the time he was on the road, he’s been glued on that fucking video game of his with his cousins!

Generally I don’t mind him playing that boring thing, sometimes I even encourage him to play because I know how much he likes it and it’s sort of relaxing activity for him. But damn! He’s been home for two days now and I didn’t get not even one bit of love since he got here! I’m frustrated, upset and horny which is a quite deadly combination for anyone, really.

Is it too much to ask for a day with the man that you love, who’s been on the road for 3 weeks straight, for some quality couple time ALONE? I miss my man! I miss being in his arms, I miss kissing him, I miss the make out sessions, I miss the sex (heavily), I just want some dick damn it! His dick, buried deep inside of me! Ok I over shared, but I’m an adult woman with needs and I want my boyfriend to fulfill those needs! Am I the only one who thinks I’m not asking for too much?! Usually I don’t mind taking care of business with my own hands, but he’s home now, and I don’t want the battery operated fake one if I have the real one right there, on the living room, playing video games!

As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw a little pastel pink bag with a huge bright pink bow on the floor near the wardrobe.

*Oh Amber’s bachelorette party gift. I never got to look at what she gave us...I remember she said some of those things were old but gold..*

I sat on the bed and placed the little bag on it, I opened and started to dig into it, removing item by item.

There was penis shaped pasta “Maybe I should cook that for dinner” I laughed to myself.

Some edible panties “Damn it Amber, that’s so 80’s girl!” I chuckled.

A beautiful purple lingerie set

“Uh, those are nice! And looks expensive too” I looked at the tag and was shocked by not only the price (salty as fuck) but also to see that it’s the correct size “How on earth did she knew that?!”

Lumberjack porn, in DVD! “Yep, definitely stuck in the 80’s! Oh well, old but gold she said, she didn’t lied tho” I cackled

Strawberry and chocolate edible lube. I opened the cap, squirted some out and gave it a lick. I was actually surprised how good that actually tasted!

And last but not least the most old but gold items of all time: A Pair Of Sex Dice!

I took it out of the package and red the words. On one dice there were actions “Lick, Bite, Kiss..” and on the other one were body parts “Lips, Thigh, Neck..” on both dice however, there was a question mark, which indicated that the person could choose the action or body part.

As I hold the dice in my hand an idea roamed my head.. *Oh baby, since you like to play so much, let’s see what you will think of my little game...* I thought to myself as I made my way downstairs to the living room.

I could see that he, obviously, continued with his eyes glued on the damn TV. So I made my way towards the couch and stopped a few inches away from him.

“Roman?”

“Son of a bitch! You killed OUR guy Jay! He was on our team, you fucker!”

*Of course he didn’t listen to me* I thought

“Roman?” I almost yelled

“I’m sorry baby girl, I’m gonna wrap it up in 15 minutes, I promi- What the fuck? Pay attention man! He almost killed you!” He yelled on the headset’s microfone.

“Would you like to play a game with me?” I asked

“Sure thing baby, just let me finish this level ok?”

“But I wanted to play now..”

“Huh...Why don’t you go on and I’ll be right behind you in a second” He ferociously tapped the buttons of that cursed thing, without even once looking at me.

“Oh well since you don’t wanna play with me...I’ll find someone else to play with, I guess..” With that I threw the pair of dice at him and it landed on his face before hitting the coffee table.

“Fuck babe! Why did you do that for?” He looked down to see what I had thrown at him. “Dice? What is-“ he stopped once he saw the sayings on it and looked up with a smirk on his face.

“Oh, so I finally get you to look at me for the first time in those two days huh?” I said with a bitter tone. He chose to ignore me and asked.

“Was is this?”

“The game I wanted to play with you, but since you’re so focused on your own little game, I’ll go find someone else...who actually wants to play with me.”

I turned around and was walking towards the stairs when he said.

“Oh, I’ll be damned if you play this with someone other than me!”

I turned around just in time to see him desperately take off the headset, turn off the TV, the PlayStation and walk towards me with the dice in hand.

“So baby girl, where do you wanna play?”

“Here” I turned and made my way back to the large couch. He followed and sit down beside me.

“How you wanna do this babe?” He asked with a mischievous smirk

“We’ll take turns, each one will have 60 seconds to do the action, the first one to call for mercy loses”

“Ok, and what does the winner gets?”

“Whatever she”

“Or he” he smiled

“I wouldn’t bet that sweetheart! Whatever SHE wants”

“Are you really that certain you’re going to win kitten?”

“Absolutely!” I proudly smiled

“We’ll see about that baby girl..”

“Who should start?”

“Please baby, ladies first!”

“What a gentleman huh?!” I scoffed

Before I could throw the dice, he leaned forward and said with a deep, low voice.

“Just remember baby girl, all’s fair in love and war” he then proceeded to maliciously wink at me. And he knew the effect that had on me, the fucker was going to play dirty! Well, bring it on then!

“Oh you’re so gonna regret that Reigns!” He just lightly chuckled at me as a response.

I threw the dice on the coffee table and looked at the results.

“Kiss, Lips. Ok that’s a soft start” I said as I made my way closer to him. I kneeled on the couch, in front of him, set the timer for 60 seconds and pressed play to start the countdown. I threw my arms around his neck and gave light pecks on his lips to tease him, when his arms locked around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest I deepened the kiss, he opened his mouth so my tongue could pass through, which it happily did. He groaned into the kiss and tried to move me closer so I could straddle his hips...buzz buzz.

The timer went off and I reluctantly pulled away, returning to my previous place on the couch. When I looked at Roman he had a famished look on his face.

“Your turn Reigns”

He took the dice and toss it on the table without breaking our gaze. Once the dice fell into the table he took a peek at it and smiled amused with what he got.

“Bite, Neck. Oh baby girl, this is going to be interesting..”

*Fuck! You have got to be kidding me! As if I wasn’t sexually frustrated enough!* I thought. If there was one thing that could turn me on in mere seconds was anything neck related. Specially if Roman was the one doing it!

“Come here baby” He patted his lap

I straddle his hips, sitting on his hardening bulge. He pulled my hair to the opposite side of my neck and hold it there to keep it in place.

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start and he leaned forward towards my neck. He started by lightly biting at the base of my neck and made his way torturously slow up. Once I felt his beard scratch my neck I couldn’t help but moan softly. I could feel him smile against my skin, then his biting became slightly rougher, his beard scratching harder, and successfully wetting my panties. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore of that teasing the timer went off and he lightly pushed me out of his (now very hard) bulge.

“Are you ok baby girl? You look a little flushed over there” He chuckled

“Shut up Reigns! Two can play that game, you know that right?” I said slightly annoyed

“Oh feisty” He mocked me “Give me your best shot kitten!”

I rolled the dice.

“Uh! It looks like I’m in luck.” The dice stopped at ‘Thigh’ and a ‘question mark’.

“Let’s see what you’ve got baby” He lazily smiled

I made my way to his thigh and thought of how I could give myself some temporary relief, when an idea crossed my mind.

I sat down on his thigh, in a riding position, and pressed start on the timer. I begin to ride his thigh first at a slow pace that firmly started to increase it. The friction between his thick jean clad thigh and the thin material of my shorts and lace panties created was perfect.

I looked into his eyes and could see how he was trying to hold himself from griping my hips. I could see his jaw was clenched and he was harder than ever as his erection pressed agonizingly against the zipper of his pants. My breathing became shallowed and I managed to get at least some relief before the timer went off.

I returned to my original place on the couch looked into his eyes and asked

“Want some mercy Reigns?” I cackled

He just stared at me before saying in a frustrated voice

“You know that was a low play you just did, right?”

“What? You were the one who started this with the neck teasing. I just went with the flow, you said yourself all’s fair in love and war, I’m just following your lead.”

He tossed the dice quite furiously at the table, once he saw the outcome he couldn’t help but evilly grin at me.

“Lick, question mark. What word do you think I should put on that question mark, huh baby girl?”

“Roman, don’t you dare!”

He crawled towards me like a predator to it’s prey.

“Pull your shorts down baby” He whispered

“Roman, you’re playing dirty right now”

He reached me and whispered in a low voice.

“Take off your shorts now or I’ll have no problem in ripping them off ya.”

I lowered my shorts to my ankles, Roman then took it on his hand and toss it behind his shoulder. He grabbed my thighs and opened them so he could place himself between it, once he did, he pulled my soaked panties to the side looked up to meet my gaze before saying

“Start the countdown kitten”

I pressed start on the timer at the same time he buried his face between my thighs.

He licked non stop from my entrance to my clit, once he was satisfied with that he begin a sweet torture of licking, sucking and biting my clit, until he had me a moaning mess.

Just when I was close to my release, the timer went off.

Roman groans in frustration and reluctantly get up. He goes back to his place looks at me and say

“Mercy?”

“You wish Reigns” I rolled the dice, and saw a quite fun combination

“Touch, question mark... Oh isn’t revenge a bitch, Reigns?” I laughed

“You know that if you touch my dick I’m gonna cum in less than 60 seconds, right?”

“Well, you can hold it”

“Oh no baby I cannot! I’m so rock hard ever since you rode my thigh, and as if I wasn’t turned on already, eating you out made it even worst! I’m about to explode at any minute now! So just know that, if you touch my dick, the way you always do, I’m 100% gonna cum.”

I reached him and once again straddle his thigh, I leaned to his ear and whispered

“Start the timer big dog”

“You really gonna do this, huh?” He asked breathless

“I’ll take a lucky shot babe”

He pressed start on the timer. I pulled his zipper down and opened the button of his jeans, I reached my hand inside his boxers grabbed his delicious hard on and pulled free.

The head of his cock had a thick bead of precum and I used as lube to slowly stroke his dick. I needed him to be more slippery to stroke as I wanted to, so without thinking twice I let go of his boner and with that hand I touched my pussy to collect some of my own wetness, so I could stoke him the way he like it. Once he saw what I just did Roman groaned loud.

I removed my hand from my panties, and grabbed his cock again stroking at a slow pace but with a tight grip. The mixture of both of our wetness made it perfectly lubed up to give him a pleasurable handjob.

The timer went off and I was about to remove my hand when he barked at me

“Don’t you fucking dare to remove your hand!”

“But the time is up” I batted my lashes innocently

“I don’t give a fuck about the timer or this stupid game! I call for mercy”

My eyes widened in shock, Roman was always so incredibly competitive, he hated to lose, even at the most stupid things. So him just giving up was a sign that the man was crazily turned on.

“Really?”

“Really kitten! I don’t give a fuck if this means that you’re wining, the only thing that I want right now, is to feel your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock”

I was already so turned on from those 3 weeks build up, that I just got up from the couch to remove my panties, straddle his hips and positioned his cock at my entrance.

Roman pushed himself in quite forcefully and gave me no time to adjust to him.

He pounded merciless against me and we both filled the living room with loud raw moans.

I placed my arms around his neck and he locked my waist with his arms in a ferocious grip as we roughly kissed.

Our pleasure was so strong that I came with an almost scream and him with an inhuman growl.

As we tried to catch our breaths, he stroked from my ass cheeks to my thighs and I nuzzled against his neck, before looking up and say

“Isn’t my game way more fun than yours?”

“No doubt baby girl! I could never disagree on that!” He chuckled

“Does that mean that I can stop to dispute you with your cousins and that damn video game every time you come home?” I made a poorly job at hiding how hurt I was, so of course he noticed

“Oh kitten, I’m sorry! It was never my intention to make you feel like you have to dispute me with anything or anyone. I was so caught up on the simple pleasure of having some time off that I didn’t realize I was neglecting you baby. I love you, and you’re the most important thing in my life! I’m sorry to make you feel that way baby girl, I promise you that from now one you’ll never see me playing games when I’m home ok?”

“I don’t want you to stop playing your video games, I know how much you like it, it’s just...I don’t wanna feel like you’re eagerly coming home just to play video games all day long.. I wanted you to eagerly come home so we could be together, than after that to play your video game.”

“And that’s exactly how I feel baby! I just did a very poor job at showing to you, but”

He got up from the couch, with me still attached to his hip.

“Don’t you worry kitten, I’m about to show you just how much you mean to me”

He then made his way upstairs to our bedroom, tossed me onto the bed and said.

“Spread your legs baby girl” As he leaned his head down...

Oh boy, I could’ve never been happier to bet all my cards on those dice.

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years ago

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Rowaelin massive fluff

As I said yesterday, I was writing a massive Rowaelin post filled with small fluffy scenes of them. Most are very domestic, and all are very lovely. My friend said it was better if I didn’t add smut to this, but I might write it if anyone has interest. Well, enjoy!!

Warnings: Cute

“He’s in love!” Fenrys was shouting out of the apartment windows.

Rowan had half a mind of going up to Fenrys and pushing him out, but was blessedly stopped by the apartment’s door opening and the rest of their friends filling in. Lorcan, Vaughan, Connall and Aedion stared strangely at Fenrys, as if the man had definitely gone mad this time.

“What the fuck?” Lorcan asked.

“He’s in love. He’s in love. He’s in looooooove.” Fenrys laughed maniacally, singing the last part.

Vaughan and Connall sat in the sofa in front of Rowan’s armchair while Aedion and Lorcan took the loveseat. The four kept looking at Fenrys, hoping for a better explanation. Fenrys, realizing the stares, grinned like a wolf and threw himself on Rowan.

“Get off of me, you stupid prick.” Rowan grunted, but Fenrys did nothing of the sorts. Instead he just sprawled himself more.

“Rowan is in love.”

Lorcan smiled humorously. “With you?”

Fenrys grinned. “Always. But I am actually talking about Galathynius.”

All eyes went immediately to Rowan’s face, and although he tried to control it, a dopey grin appeared on his lips. There was a chorus of grunts and pained moans, and both Rowan’s and Fenrys’s smiles grew.

“I’m not in love. I just really like her.” Rowan tried to say before Fenrys shoved his elbow into Rowan’s mouth.

“Shut the fuck up. If she asked you to walk in all fours you would. No questions asked.” Fenrys replied, earning laughs from everyone but Aedion who seemed to be in physical pain.

“I can’t believe that you and my cousin…” He shuddered. “I never want to know details. Never. I already miss the times you two despised each other.”

“Well those times are gone!” Fenrys announced, getting up and walking to the kitchen. He more hopped than walked, to be honest. He came back with a pile of red cups and a bottle of cheap champagne Lysandra had left here the other day.

Fenrys threw a cup at everyone, going around and filling it with the sparkly liquid. For Rowan, however, he just handed the bottle so he could drink whatever remained. Fenrys cleared his throat dramatically, and even with his face hurting from smiling so much, Rowan rolled his eyes.

“I have been, for years, trying to get these two together.” Fenrys announced and Rowan scoffed. The others laughed, undoubtedly remembering some of Fenrys’s attempts of making Rowan and Aelin get together. “And today, this man right here made my dreams come true.”

He grabbed Rowan’s shoulder with a hand, and when Rowan looked at the rest of the guys, he could see that all were trying very hard not to laugh.

“We kissed once, Fen.” Rowan tried saying.

“Nonetheless,” Fenrys shouted to drown Rowan’s words.” It is the start of something that I will not allow to be broken.”

Fenrys’s gaze went around the room, stopping at everyone’s eyes at once. Rowan bit the inside of his cheeks not to laugh, but nodded just the same when Fenrys looked at him. Seeming pleased with himself, Fenrys gave himself a nod.

“And so let’s celebrate tonight! Because today we celebrate what will one day be a long lasting and loving marriage!”

“Marriage?!” Aedion choked.

“Shut up!” Fenrys screamed. He took a deep breath before plastering a smile back on his face and raising his cup. “To Rowan and Aelin!”

All the guys were laughing their asses off, Vaughan had even tears rolling down his cheek, but all raised their drinks and all let out an animated shout.

——

4 years later

“Let me start this speech by saying that I was fucking right.” Fenrys said, earning a laugh from everyone in the party. Rowan shook his head, but Aelin was beaming by his side.

Rowan tore his eyes from his best man to look at the woman that was now his wife. She was smiling so much as Fenrys went on about being the one bringing the two of them together, that Rowan couldn’t help the smile on his own face. He put an arm around her shoulders, hugging her side as he gave her a kiss on her temple.

“I spent four years trying to get these two together, and four years ago Rowan finally put his big boy’s undies on and kissed the girl.” Rowan scolded at Fenrys’s words, but Aelin laughed freely.

“She could have kissed me!” Rowan shouted.

“Shush, I like where this is going.” Aelin said, giving him a playful slap on the chest.

“Yeah, Rowan, shush.” Fenrys winked at the newly-wed, and Rowan could only roll his eyes as everyone else laughed. If he had been hoping for a serious best man speech, then he should have chosen someone else to be his best man. “But, despite me being right as per usual, the night is not about me and my intelligence. Unfortunately.”

“I should have picked another best man.” Rowan muttered against Aelin’s hair. Although he couldn’t see it, he knew she was smiling.

“I think Fen would have died. After killing you, of course.” She muttered back, putting her hand on top of his on the table. She rested against his side, raising her head to give him a quick kiss on his jawline. “Besides, he’s your best friend.”

Rowan simply grunted as Fenrys went on with his speech. His voice went unbelievably soft, and he gave Rowan and Aelin a serene smile. “No, tonight is about Rowan and Aelin. Just so everyone here knows, the two of them are so in love. I mean, they are getting married so everyone knows that they love each other, but I don’t believe everyone knows to what extent. For you to have an idea, you see that dopey grin Rowan has because he is hugging his wife? Well, he has had that same grin since their first kiss.”

At that, Aelin looked up at Rowan at the same time he looked down on her. Her eyes were brimmed with tears, and Rowan cupped her face to give her a soft kiss as Fenrys continued his speech.

“I saw the two of them falling in love. It was beautiful, the type of shit you see in movies. It was slow, and natural, and so pure that there was no doubt in this universe that the would end up together forever. Rowan, I have been your best friend for twenty seven years now. I knew you since before we were one, and I had the immense pleasure of being by your side during most important moments of your life. I saw you travel the world, get into college. I saw you have hundreds of stupid adventures during your teenage years, saw you have hundreds of dreams throughout your whole life. I saw everything, from the best to the worst, and yet I can’t remember one single memory in which you seemed happier than when you simply look at Ace.”

Moments ago, the whole party had been laughing at Fen’s jokes. Now, there was a sweet silence, all the guests looking at Rowan and Aelin.

Rowan felt his throat constricting, and gripped Aelin’s hand harder as she melted even more against his side.

“In all you adventures, all your dreams, I am so, so happy you found Aelin to be the greatest of them all, Ro. Because a love like the two of you have? That’s a one in a billion, man. You found what everyone looks for their whole life, and you are so unbelievably lucky that you are also Ace’s greatest dream. You deserve each other. You deserved the four amazing years prior to this night. You deserve the beautiful wedding, the people here to witness your love. And I am sure that you deserve the next decades together, the good and the bad, the funny situations and the sad ones. You deserve to be together through them because I don’t think there is any other way the two of you can overcome the hardships of life if not together. I never believed in soulmates, but if I did, it would be you, Aelin and Rowan. Because there is no Rowan without Aelin, and no Aelin without Rowan. Not anymore.”

Aelin was fully crying now, just as she had been during Lysandra’s speech, and Rowan also felt his eyes watering even though no tears came out. He raised his glass the same time Fenrys raised his. The two of them shared a knowing smile before Fenrys turned to the whole party, willing them to raise their own glasses.

“To Aelin and Rowan! Let their love last until they draw their last breath!”

Everyone screamed and shouted merrily, drinking down the champagne in big gulps. Rowan took a single sip, offering the rest to Aelin who was still resting against his side. She raised her head, taking the glass and drinking a small sip before setting the glass down. She turned to him, taking his face in between her hands.

When Aelin smiled at Rowan, his heart seemed as if it was going to burst inside his chest. Even in tears, Aelin was the most radiant thing he had ever laid his eyes on. She was so beautiful that sometimes Rowan would wake up earlier just to look at her while she slept. Since the beginning, Aelin had been like a magnet, and Rowan couldn’t help but feel pulled towards her.

He cupped her face back, thumb brushing over the tears as he bent down to kiss her. She met him halfway, smiling into the kiss. Her hands sneaked from his face to the back of his neck, going down his back until she was hugging him. Rowan felt Aelin’s body flushed against his, and his smile only widened when she laughed against his mouth. “I love you so much, Ro. I can’t explain how much I love you.”

He withdrew a little, resting his forehead against hers. Their eyes were closed, but they knew that both were smiling. “I love you too, Ace. I love you so, so much.”

When he opened his eyes, he saw Aelin already staring at him. Her smile became soft, another single tear falling down her cheek. Rowan kissed it away, pulling her deeper into his arms. She sat on his hap, face burrowed in the crook of his neck. She brushed her nose against his throat as his hands went up and down her back. They stayed like this for a while before getting up to enjoy the rest of the party.

To enjoy the rest of their lives.

———

Rowan had gotten rid of his tie and blazer hours ago, and Aelin’s hair was a mess of curls and pearls as the night went by.

She laughed merrily when Rowan spun her around and then pulled her back into his arms. Her white and silver dress caught in the light, and it made her seem like a star while she danced animatedly with her husband.

Her back hit his chest, and his arms sneaked around her body, hugging her body against his. She had forgone her heels a while ago, and so the top of her head only reached his neck. Rowan bent down to whisper on her ear, his smile as bright as Aelin’s.

“Mrs. Galathynius-Whitethorn.”

She giggled. “You’ve said this a thousand times in the last hours.”

“You’re my wife.” The dopey grin Fenrys had cited earlier took over his lips.

Aelin bit her cheeks to keep another giggle in. “I am.”

“You are legally bound to me.” He sounded so dreamy that Aelin couldn’t help but titter.

She turned in his arms, looking up at him as her arms hugged his neck. “And you are legally bound to me. Forever, buzzard.”

He nodded, kissing her before retreating, the smile never leaving his face. “I am married to the same woman that said she would rather die before being alone in a room with me.”

Aelin scoffed, rolling her eyes. “That was years ago.”

“I seduced you.” Rowan said, ignoring Aelin’s words. He looked so smug that Aelin narrowed her eyes.

“Be quiet.”

“I seduced you so bad that you married me.” He kept ignoring her, his expression more and more complacent.

“I will divorce you.”

“My amazing personality and incredible techniques in bed convinced the most stubborn human being in the world to change her mind.” He had a shit-eating grin on his mouth now, looking down at her extremely pleased with himself.

“Definitely more your dick than you brain, love.” Aelin singsonged, and Rowan narrowed his eyes at her.

He grabbed Aelin in his arms, bringing her up against his body until their mouths were at the same level. He kissed her, tongue sweeping over her lower lip. Aelin let out a small whimper, opening her mouth against his. As Rowan’s lips moved lazily against hers, he muttered. “Liar.”

She opened her eyes, staring at his pine green eyes until both of them were smiling. She nodded, one hand cupping his face as her thumb stroked his cheek. “I do love you, though.”

He nodded too, hugging her more strongly against his body. “I love you too, Mrs. Galathynius-Whitethorn.”

Rowan felt his face hurting from smiling so much at her answering chortles.

Aelin laid her head on his shoulder, ignoring the party around them as she breathed her husband in. His pine and snow scent had always reminded her pf her childhood, of her home. Maybe it had been the universe’s way of showing her, since the beginning, that Rowan was destined to be her end point, her permanent home. Every day with him had her thinking that she couldn’t be happier, couldn’t fall deeper in love. And yet, every night Aelin went to sleep, she loved him more than she had in the morning, and every morning when Aelin woke up in between Rowan’a arms, she loved him more than she had in the previous night.

There was a difference between falling in love and loving someone, she realized. A difference between the passion and the feeling of being home. The burning from inside out and the warmth that took over her body whenever she was near Rowan. A difference between knowing she would wake up every day and fall in love with him again, but that loving him would be forever, never needing to start again.

Falling in love had been hot and intense, but loving him was calm and welcoming. The intensity of passion morphed into the unbreakable feeling of being safe, of being welcomed. Aelin would constantly be falling in love with her husband, but she couldn’t help but be glad about the already established love she felt and how good it felt.

As Rowan held her in his arms, her beautiful wedding gown brushing against the floor, she couldn’t help but feel like she had reached the peak of love, the peak of happiness. She couldn’t help but believe that if she loved him a little more, she would burst.

And yet she also knew that, as always, she would wake up the next morning a love him a little more.

“Mr. Galathynius-Whitethorn.” She whispered, and she only knew he had heard when his arms crushed her against him, face burrowing in the crook of her neck.

————

“Ro!” Aelin called, her bare foot sounding against the wood floor as she went around their new house looking for her husband. They had just moved out of their apartment into the new house a two days ago, and neither of them seemed too excited about organizing everything. “Ro!”

She reached the living room, seeing Rowan sitting on the couch, a laptop in front of him. He was typing lazily, eyes squinted behind his glasses. He tore his eyes from the screen, looking Aelin up until his gaze landed on her face. A small smile took over his lips, and he closed his laptop, setting it on the coffee table in front of him.

“What happened?”

“The shower.” Aelin grunted, walking in his direction. She stopped in the middle of his legs, crossing her arms. “It’s not working properly. I’ve been trying to fix for thirty minutes now.”

Rowan scoffed, pulling Aelin by her elbows until she was straddling his hips. “And?”

“And I need help.” She said impatiently, but she did put her arms around his shoulders, fingers playing with his silver hair in the back of his head.

“What do you need a shower for, anyways?” Rowan asked, nose grazing her neck.

Aelin fought a smile. “Take a fucking wild guess. I’m all sweaty and disgusting.”

His grazing evolved into small kisses, and despite her best intentions, Aelin arched her neck back slightly. “You’re not disgusting. And I don’t exactly mind the other one.”

Aelin laughed, taking his face in her hands and forcing him to look at her. He had a smile on his lips, and she couldn’t help but smile back. “Fenrys and Lysandra were very nice in throwing us a two anniversary party. A party that starts in three hours. Meaning I have to shower.”

“Or we could ditch it and spend our anniversary in bed.” Rowan mumbled, hands gripping her hips.

“We don’t have a bed yet.” Aelin replied, brows raising.

“I can fuck you in the couch just fine too.”

Aelin laughed again, quickly leaving his lap before he convinced her that his idea was the best one. He narrowed his eyes at her, and Aelin must gave him a saccharine smile. “Party. We are going to the party.”

“Sounds boring.”

“Sounds like you have to help me with the shower.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, but he got up. Aelin turned to walk to their bathroom when she felt Rowan’s arms coming around her chest. She rested her head against his chest as they tried to walk to the bathroom. In a matter of moments they became a mess of legs getting in the way of one another, and Aelin could only try to hold herself up as she felt them falling. Rowan hugged her and turned his body so Aelin wouldn’t hit the ground.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds after falling, opening them to find Rowan staring at her face.

They looked at each other in silence before both started laughing uncontrollably. Rowan’s arms were around her waist, and Aelin fixed Rowan’s glasses on his face while she laid on top of him. She could feel his body shaking with laughter, and her own laughs got more intense due to the happiness in his. Her hands here playing with the strands of hair that fell on his face, and as the laughter gave out, Aelin smiled down at Rowan.

He smiled back at her, the hands on her hips making sweet circles against her skin. Aelin leaned down, brushing her nose against his before giving him a soft kiss.

“Are you hurt?”

“If I say yes, do we stay home all night?” Rowan asked, a knowing smile on his lips. He winked at her and Aelin shook her head, a single laugh coming out of her.

“No, but I will refuse to do any activities after the party that can worsen your condition.”

Rowan grunted, sitting up with Aelin on his lap. He rested his back against the wall. “In this case, I never been better.”

Aelin scrunched her nose quickly, giving Rowan another kiss before standing up. His hands gripped her thighs and he looked up at her. He had an ironic smile on his face, and it only grew when Aelin shook her head and sat back down.

“So predictable.” Rowan mused and laughed when Aelin gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“Shut it. I’m your wife for two years. It would be an absurd if somethings weren’t already predictable.” She tried to sound angry, but the pulling in her mouth gave her away. “We are going to that party.”

Rowan nodded solemnly. “Later, though. The shower can wait.”

Aelin didn’t have the chance to reply before Rowan’s hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in. His mouth was hot and soft against hers, and Aelin felt herself melting against his body as his lips moved against hers. Even after years together, kissing Rowan was still one of the best experiences of her life. His mouth was like heaven, and whenever he kissed her, all other thoughts fled from her head.

Rowan and Aelin remained seated in that corridor for the next hour, boxes full with their lives all around them. It would take weeks until they managed to get through all of them, but neither was worried about that at the moment. Instead, they just kissed, touching each other, loving each other.

It was only when Rowan’s phone rang that Aelin drew back, eyes wide at the time. She got up quickly while Rowan cursed the stupid phone.

“The shower!” Aelin said, rushing to the bathroom.

Rowan grunted, getting up. He sighed, walking after his wife. “I need a shower now. A cold one.”

———

“Are you sure this is right?” Aelin crunched her nose, bending down to look at the pot in front of them. “I don’t think this is the right color. It’s supposed to be beige.”

“What the fuck is beige?”

“What the fuck do you mean?” Aelin looked at her husband, his confused expression matching her own. “The color beige.”

Rowan just stared at her.

“Aren’t you an architect? How the hell do you not know what beige is?”

Rowan grunted, ignoring her question and going back to the recipe in front of him. He red it once more, looking around the mess they had created in the kitchen. It was impossible to know if they had used the right measurements and ingredients, because the measuring cups were all around the place. Flour, sugar and cocoa powder smeared against the kitchen island, floor and even some cupboards. It looked like a hurricane had hit their kitchen.

“We don’t know how to cook, Ace. Let’s give up.”

“Give up?” She almost shouted, incredulous. “If I can create seven marketing campaigns in less than a week and you can build a building with a hundred floors, thousands of rooms and make that shit safe, we can bake a goddamn can.”

Rowan had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from laughing. He shook his head, looking up and down his wife. She was as dirty as the kitchen, sugar and cocoa powder all over her.

She looked at him, eyes narrowing at his expression. “What?”

Rowan didn’t know if it was her expression, the anger in her words or her appearance, but he couldn’t help but start laughing. He was laughing so much that he had to grip the island while he doubled over, flour falling from his hair. He saw his reflection in one of the windows, which only caused him to laugh more.

Aelin was strangely quiet, and when Rowan looked up to see if she was a little pissed or majorly pissed, he received a blow of flour right to his face.

His laughter was immediately ended, and he took a step back. He was so shocked that it took him a moment to realize what had happened. He looked at Aelin, his wife with a smug smile on her face and a hand completely engulfed by flour. She pressed her lips against one another, nodding to herself. “You know what? This is funny. I understand you laughing.”

Rowan gave her a dangerous smile, taking off his glasses and sweeping a hand over his face. When she turned back to the recipe, Rowan grabbed one of the sugar bags on the counter.

“Enough of the jokes, Ace. If you want to do this cake, focus on the cake.” He said, stepping behind her and looking over her shoulder at the recipe. She nodded, reading the instructions.

Even though she couldn’t see it, Rowan smiled as he raised his hand holding the sugar bag and turned it upside down right on top of Aelin’s head.

She let out a screech, immediately turning around to face Rowan. She cleaned her eyes angrily, tilting her head back to glare at him.

“I am becoming a widow today.”

He chuckled, grabbing a handful of cocoa powder when he saw her reaching behind her to grab some more flour. They threw the ingredients at each other at the same time, the air becoming misty.

Rowan could barely see what was happening, and he could only have an idea where Aelin was based on the sound of her loud chortles. He himself was laughing too, throwing more sugar in the direction he thought she was.

Suddenly, she went quiet. Rowan looked around, the air still clearing from all the cocoa, flour and sugar thrown around. He had a hand full of sugar and was about to call for Aelin’s name when he felt something cold and wet being thrown on top of his head.

“Bloody fucking hell.” He screamed, turning around to see Aelin holding the pot they had been using to make the cake. She was laughing so hard that tears were streaking her cheeks, extremely evident as they made their path through the cocoa powder on her face. She let go of the pot, taking careful steps back when she saw the expression on Rowan’s face. She tried to control her laughs, raising her hands. “Truce?”

“Fuck truce.” Rowan said, taking big steps to catch her. Aelin tried running, but she didn’t got two steps before Rowan’s arm sneaked around her waist. Her back hit his chest, and although she knew she shouldn’t, Aelin couldn’t stop laughing.

Rowan turned her around, pinning her back to the fridge and her chest against his. He reached back an arm, coming back with the full bag of cocoa powder and dropping it on top of Aelin’s head. She coughed as she laughed, shaking her head to make it all fall down.

When she looked up, her whole face was dirty. “You’re a terrible cooker.”

“You started.” Rowan said, looking at his reflection on the fridge and knowing he wasn’t much better than Aelin.

“You’re older. You’re supposed to be the responsible one.” She said, hands on his shoulders. She brushed some sugar off, doing the same with his face.

“The responsible thing to do is never let you cook again.”

She snickered, giving him a sarcastic expression. “I would have done just fine if it wasn’t for you.”

“Me?” He raised his brows, a half smile on his lips. “This mess is my fault?”

“Uh-hum.” She muttered, raising on her tip toes to kiss his jaw line. She peppered his jaw with open mouthed kissed, tongue sweeping over his skin. “If you didn’t have a terrible concentration and got distracted by me, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Oh?” He said, pressing her more against the fridge. His hands went from her waist to the back of her thighs, fingers squeezing her skin. “Aren’t you the one distracted?”

She kissed the hollow of his throat, going up his neck with the tip of her tongue. She went all the way to his earlobe, biting it gently. “No.”

Rowan hauled her up, Aelin’s legs going around his waist. “My bad then.”

Aelin smiled as she there her head back, Rowan’s mouth on her neck and the cake they were supposed to do absolutely forgotten.

———

“Ro. Ro.” Aelin shook her husband. “Rowan. Love.”

Rowan slowly opened his eyes, gaze immediately falling on the woman sitting down on they bed. Her hair was a mess, and the moonlight filtering through the curtains made her creamy skin glow. Her eyes were shining as always, the turquoise and gold looking like they irradiated light.

“Did something happen?” He grumbled, turning his body so he could rest his face on his wife’s lap. His arms went around her waist, and although he could feel her impatience, her hands started playing softly with his hair.

“It’s snowing.” She whispered.

“Ok?” He asked, more awake now. He looked up to see Aelin beaming down at him.

“Want to go play?” She looked so excited that if Rowan hadn’t been laying on her lap, she would probably be jumping up and down the bed.

“Now?” He said, slowly. She nodded animatedly, and although it was three in the morning, Rowan couldn’t bring himself to say no. He just grumbled, getting up.

Aelin let out an excited squeak, rushing to their closet to put on her winter clothes. Aelin had always loved winter, every year waiting for the perfect snowfall to go play outside as if she was a kid. Rowan had never been as spontaneous, even when he was younger, but he had to admit that hearing Aelin’s delighted laughs as she threw snowballs at him was the closest thing to heaven he had ever witnessed.

He got dressed slowly, and the moment he finished putting his boots on, Aelin grabbed his hand and pulled him to the backyard. Rowan had to walk faster to match her steps, a smile already taking over his face at his wife’s excitement.

She giggled happily the moment she stepped outside, arms wide open as she looked up. Snowflakes immediately covered her honey-gold hair, a few on her lashes too. She opened her eyes and looked at Rowan. He had been resting against the threshold, arms crossed and a grin on his face as he watched Aelin.

She extended a hand to him, and he grabbed it, pulling her into a hug. “Are you happy, Ro?”

He rested his chin on top of her head. “Yes, of course I am.”

“I don’t mean only about this. I mean about us, about our marriage.” She looked up at him, fingers brushing away a strand of hair from his temple.

He cupped her face, cleaning her cheeks and eyes from the snowflakes. When she opened her eyes again after the swept his thumbs lightly over it, Aelin found Rowan smiling down at her. It wasn’t the grin from moments ago, of the smile he usually gave her whenever she entered a room. No, this one was the smile he gave her whenever he wanted her to know how deeply in love he was with her.

“I can’t imagine a life that would make me happier, Ace. I can’t even believe how happy I am in this one.”

She nodded, bitting her lower lip. “It’s just that I love you so much that it’s sometimes hard to believe that you can possibly love me as much.”

Rowan hugged her tightly against his body, her chin against his chest as she looked up at him. “I can’t explain how much I love you, Fireheart. I can’t explain how happy just being around you makes me. We’ve been married for more than two years, together for even longer, and having you for myself still feels like a sacrilege.”

She gave him a small smile. “A sacrilege?”

He nodded, grinning down at her. “The biggest one.”

“Do you believe you have violated something sacred, Ro?”

He held her face I both hands, fingers tangling in her hair. “Having all of you, Ace. It feels like a sacrilege to know that you are mine, and only mine. Maybe it’s a violation to get you all for myself, nothing left for the rest of the world.”

Aelin’s fingers squeezed his waist, and she had a beaming smile as she raised herself to kiss him. Rowan’s mouth seemed even hotter due to the cold weather, and Aelin realized the if she could lose herself in him, she would. If she could spend the rest of her days feeling his soft mouth moving lovingly against hers, his tongue brushing hers, she wouldn’t hesitate in saying yes.

“Loving you is sacrilegious, Ace.” He breathed against her mouth.

“Loving you is sacred, Ro.” She breathed back.

—————

Aelin relaxed against her husband’s chest, her head resting on his shoulder.

He kissed her cheek, hand on her bent knee. Aelin’s hands were playing with the misty water in the bathtub, drawing small circles with a single finger.

Rowan’s arms were embracing her against his body, and he was humming softly.

“Ro?” She said, voce somewhat tense.

Rowan immediately opened his eyes, trying to see her face. “Yeah?”

“We need to talk.” She said, fingers playing more agitatedly on the water. “Can I ask you something?”

Rowan’s heart constricted, and he felt his throat twisting. Something like terror was creeping up his veins, and he had to clear his throat and blink a few times. He gripped Aelin more strongly, as if he could stop what was about to happen from actually happening. The best way to stop it was from showing her why this was a terrible idea before she even started explaining the whys, before she started breaking his heart.

“Do you want a divorce?” Rowan asked before she could say anything, voice so low he could barely hear his own words.

Apparently, Aelin had heard them without a problem, because she immediately sat up, turning around to look at him. Where she had been sitting moment ago with her back against his chest, she was know kneeling, looking at him. Her face was crumpled in worry and pain, and she could feel her eyes watering.

“What?” Her voice sounded small, sounded so careful. “You want a divorce? I— I thought we were fine. I thought we were happy.”

She bit her lower lip, trying to control the tears. She honestly thought everything had been fine, that he still loved her but if he wanted a divorce, didn’t even want to give them a chance to fix things, then maybe she had been blind the last few—

“What? No!” Rowan sat up, eyes wide and voice frantic. “No. No, of course I don’t want a divorce. I thought you wanted one.”

She felt a single tear falling down her cheek. She furrowed her brows, crossing her arms. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

“You sounded as if you were about to say exactly that when you came with the whole ‘we need to talk’ speech.” Rowan answered, clenching his fist to not reach forward and wipe Aelin’s tear away. He hated when she cried, and he had never been the reason for it before. It was tearing him apart inside.

“No, of course not.” Aelin shook her head, staring at Rowan. “Of course I don’t want to divorce you. That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard you say.”

Despite the situation, Rowan felt his whole body relaxing. His racing mind came to a stop, and he felt like he could breath again. Of course she didn’t want a divorce, of course things were fine. They hadn’t argued in months, and they were genuinely happy. Rowan had been crazy in even considering that.

“I’m sorry.” She said, coming a little closer to Rowan. “I didn’t think you would think I wanted to end things when I said we needed to talk. I should have worded it better. I don’t want to talk about anything bad, it’s a different topic.”

Rowan nodded, relief setting even deeper into his body. He pulled Aelin in, hugging her. She rested her chest against his, head on the crook of his neck. Aelin could feel her body relaxing against Rowan’s, could feel the blinding fear leaving her body. The prospect of losing Rowan was terrifying, and she had never been more relieved then when Rowan explained he had no interest in divorcing her.

“I’m sorry, Ace. I should have been more delicate about it. I should have let you talk.” His hands went up and down her spine, half to calm her down and half to show both of them that they were still together, that they still had each other. “I’m so, so sorry, love. I didn’t mean to make you scared or sad.”

Aelin simply nodded, bitting her lip. “I don’t want a divorce, I want a baby.”

Rowan tensed beneath her, and Aelin felt herself become tense. She wanted to have this conversation for weeks now, but she never knew the best way to bring it up. Obviously, the one she had chosen wasn’t the best.

“I want us to have a baby. I know we never talked about it before, and that we’re still young but I want a baby. I want a baby so bad, Ro. I’ve been trying to talk to you about this for weeks now, and I will completely understand if you don’t want it. You’re thirty and I’m still twenty six, we have time, but…” She said it too rushed, the last words trailing down.

When Rowan didn’t say anything, Aelin slowly raised her face. She was nervous to look at his expression, but all worries vanished from her body when she found Rowan beaming at her. Incapable of holding herself back, she beamed back at him. “Can we have a baby?”

Rowan laughed, hugging Aelin until she was breathless. He gripped her face, kissing her strongly before drawing back and laughing some more. “Yes. Yes, we can have a fucking baby. No to divorce, yes to baby. Fucking Gods, yeah we can add a new person to the family.”

Aelin laughed with him, the tense mood immediately disappearing. “No to divorce, yes to baby.”

———

“Mrs. Whitethorn?” Maeve, Rowan’s coworker at the agency, asked. She had a puzzled look on her face. “Is everything all right? Do you need help?”

Aelin knew how she looked. She had ran here, too anxious to risk the chance of getting caught in traffic. Her hair must have been a mess, the winter clothes he had on looking all disheveled. She was breathing hard, a hand over her heart. “Is my husband in?”

“Yeah, he’s finishing a meeting with Gavriel and Lorcan. Everyone else already left.” Maeve said, getting up. She offered Aelin a hand, expression washed in worry. “Are you sure everything is ok?”

“It’s January.” Aelin said as if that explained it all.

“Ok…” Maeve said cautiously.

“Me and Rowan started dating in January.”

“Is today some sort of celebration?” Maeve asked, a smile on her lips.

“No, no.” Aelin said, trying to control her breathing. Maeve looked so confused that Aelin calmed herself down enough to explain. “It was so unexpected that for the past seven years January is the month we have our little competition. Whoever surprises the other the most wins. It’s a joke regarding how surprised people were when they discovered about us.”

Aelin didn’t tell her the prize the winner won.

Maeve laughed, finally understanding what was going on. “And I assume you have something surprising for him.”

Aelin nodded, a smirk on her face. “It’s the last day of the month and. I can’t tell him by phone, and if I called him to come home instead of going out with the guys, he would refuse just so I would only be able to tell him tomorrow. In February. Rowan thought he had won with the surprise trip for Italy during spring break.”

“But no?” Maeve seemed extremely interested in their little game.

Aelin shook her head, and the moment she opened her mouth, she saw a door opening and her husband coming out with Gavriel and Lorcan behind him. He took a few seconds to realize that Aelin was standing there with Maeve, but the moment he noticed her, his face was washed with confusion and worry.

“Is everything all right, Ace?”

Aeling laughed almost maniacally. “You lost.”

“What?” He approached her slowly.

“You lost this year.” She grinned brightly and animatedly. “You fucking lost, dipshit.”

Aelin heard Maeve choking on laughter as she left the room, and even Lorcan and Gavriel smiled at that even though they had no idea what was going on.

“The hell you mean, Aelin?”

“You thought the trip would be the biggest surprise? Idiot.” She laughed again, and now that Rowan finally understood, he narrowed his eyes.

“It was.” He declared.

“No, no, dear husband. Because I know something you don’t, thus it is a surprise. So, so much bigger than yours.”

Rowan crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the floor. “Oh, yeah? What is it then?”

Aelin’s grin became a full smile, and she was beaming as she continued. “I’m pregnant.”

Rowan looked at her in silence for what seemed an eternity. He looked down her belly and then up her face, a huge smile breaking on his face. He laughed just as hard as she had. He ran up to her, grabbing her in his arms. Rowan spun her around as they both laughed, Aelin’s arms going around his neck to hug him back.

“I’m gonna be a dad.” He announced, and smile even harder when Aelin nodded. Rowan turned to Gavriel and Lorcan who were smiling at them. “I’m gonna be a fucking dad!”

The two men laughed, muttering their congratulations. Rowan hugged Aelin more tightly, peppering her face and neck with fast and lovingly kissed.

“We are going to be parents.” Rowan said, voice full of joy as he looked down at Aelin’s stomach.

Aelin nodded, tears swelling in her eyes. “We will.”

“We made a baby. We are going to have a baby.” He sounded so amazed by the words that Aelin laughed again.

“Yeah. Yeah, we will, love.” She said, voice soft and gentle. Rowan raised his head to look at her, and Aelin could see the tears brimming his eyes. She cupped his face, kissing him before laughing against his mouth. “We are going to be a mom and dad.”

Rowan rested his forehead against Aelin’s, one hand on her stomach and the other one in the back of her neck.

When he heard her voice again, Rowan opened his eyes to stare at the turquoise and gold staring back at him. She gave him a smug smile full of hidden meaning. “I won. And I know exactly what I want.”

———

“What is all this?” Aelin asked, a smile on her face. She entered the living room, loosing at the lights hung from the ceiling. They casted a yellowish hue to the whole room. The furniture had been move away, and now the room had a huge empty spot in the middle.

Rowan came from behind her, embracing her body. “As much as I loved our second anniversary party, this year we’re staying at home.” He said against her ear, giving her a small kiss. “Alone.”

“The baby.”

“Alone with the baby.” Rowan corrected, a hand going down to Aelin’s stomach.

Rowan let go of her, walking up to an old victrola. He turned it on, the vinyl immediately turning. A soft melody filled to room, and Aelin smiled as she recognized the song.

“Nostalgic?” Aelin asked, walking up to Rowan.

He took her in his arms, one hand around her waist, the other one holding hers. Her free hand went to his shoulder, and they slowly swayed around the room under the melody of the song they danced during their wedding party.

“Whenever I’m stressed at work I listen to it.” Rowan said, a small smile on his lips as he looked down at Aelin. “Remembering our wedding night always makes me calm.”

Aelin matched his smile, gripping his hand and shoulder more tightly. She closed her eyes, focusing on Rowan’s touch and the melody only. “I love this song.”

“I love you.” Was all Rowan replied.

Aelin kept dancing, the melody and the movements so peaceful, so tranquil, that she felt as if she was floating. She felt her smile becoming more serene, and when she opened her eyes, Aelin looked at Rowan reverently. “I love you.”

Rowan nodded, and Aelin laid her head on his chest as the two celebrated another year together.

A year that had so many memories that they would tell their kids, so many memories that they would tell their grandkids.

Memories that they would remind each other, memories that they would whisper against each other’s skin.

And so Aelin and Rowan danced throughout the whole night. Danced alone for hours and hours.

Well, alone with the baby.

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