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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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Time After Time | dark!Neil (Tenet) x reader

summary: it’s tricky when feelings get involved in an organization like tenet. still, you’ve never been happier than you are with your boyfriend Neil, even if he’s a bit elusive and a very erratic coworker. for all his secrets, you never expected what he would tell you the day he finally proposed.

word count: 5.5k

warnings: smut!! (dub con, for extremely complex reasons), almost kinda stockholm syndrome?, yandere/soft!dark neil, breeding kink, confusing time travel stuff

"What are we doing here?” you asked as you looked around the safehouse— like any secret Tenet hideaway, it was sleek but sterile, nestled in a historic neighborhood in southeastern Moscow. It was sort of how you remembered from the last time you’d been here for work, but somebody had rearranged the living room and changed out the rug. (Knowing the nature of your business, you were pretty confident you knew why the rug was replaced.)

Neil had made it clear that you weren’t coming here for a mission, but never said what you were here for, and had kept up the veil of secrecy all week long. At first, you had assumed that since tomorrow was your four-year dating anniversary, it must have something to do with that, but the more you pondered the potential options, the more you were unsure.

You turned to look at him and found him wearing his signature smirk, the one that made you sure he was up to something— but you still didn’t know what.

“Seriously, Neil, just tell me!” you pleaded with a laugh, shoving him playfully.

“We’re here,�� he explained slowly, “because I need to ask you something.”

He sank down onto one knee, clutching your hand in his, as you looked down at him with wide eyes. "Oh— oh my god,” you barely managed to stammer, entirely breathless.

“As soon as I met you, I knew you were the love of my life,” Neil began with that smile of his that always melted your heart. “I knew that I had to do everything in my power to make you as happy as you make me, to have you with me until the end of time— whenever that actually comes.”

You laughed a little, but it fell into a sob of joy as he reached into his jacket and pulled a ring out of his pocket, brandishing it to you.

“Darling, will you be my wife?” he asked, almost sounding like he was a little nervous that you’d say ‘no’, for some reason.

“Neil,” you whispered, “of course— yes, yes!”

He popped up and kissed you, smiling too hard for it to be a very effective kiss, though it was a perfect one nonetheless. You felt him slip the ring on your finger and you felt like you were floating on air. It was even more surreal than the first time you were inverted.

“I’m so glad you said yes,” he admitted with a sigh of relief against your lips. You pulled back from the kiss and looked up at him, bewildered but overjoyed.

“Were you really worried I’d say no?” you scoffed incredulously.

“Terrified,” he laughed, and you laughed too, kissing him again quickly before launching into the first of so many questions you wanted to ask.

“When did you— how did you—?”

“I got the ring last month,” he explained. “I thought about waiting longer but I was so tired of hiding it from you. Then it was just a matter of getting you here.”

“Don’t take this as me criticizing your proposal,” you giggled, “but I have to ask: why here?”

He sighed a little, smirking slightly, and looked away before catching your gaze again. “You’re gonna think I’m a bit crazy—”

“Already do, continue,” you winked.

“But this is where we first met.”

He was right; you did think he was crazy. You furrowed your brow and laughed nervously. “Neil, we met at a coffee shop, the one by my old apartment. I didn’t work here then, you recruited me yourself.”

He chuckled slightly, turning your confusion into an eerie sense of nervousness. “Sometimes you amaze me with your naivete, darling. This is where we first met, the first time.”

Gingerly, you pulled your hands away from his.

“I didn’t recruit you, originally. I was here, working, when a close friend of mine came in and introduced me to the newest member of the team. It was you… and you captured my heart, instantly. Only problem was…" he trailed off, chewing his lip as he glanced away.

“Tell me, Neil,” you demanded quietly.

“You’d captured someone else’s heart, too. And he had already married you.”

You stood up instantly, walking away a little before turning back to stare at him in bewilderment. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing; you could hardly stand on your wobbly legs anymore. “I… I had a husband?”

“Yeah, met him once; seemed like a nice guy,” he shrugged. “But he wasn’t right for you.”

“And how’s that?”

“Because he wasn’t me.”

You shook your head, terrified to imagine the ways Neil had tampered with the flow of time for something as trivial as an infatuation with you.

“I tried to hide my feelings for you, darling, really; we were just coworkers for a long time, I kept it strictly professional. But the more I got to know you, the more I grew to love you. I knew I couldn’t be happy just being your friend— you’re my everything. I tried to tell you— but you wouldn’t listen,” he shook his head. “You told me you loved your husband. You told me you had just found out you were pregnant.”

His words hit you like a train and you stumbled back slightly, bracing yourself against a credenza to try to keep from falling to the floor.

“I realized I had to go back,” he continued, becoming a bit more passionate as he explained his plan. “You couldn’t be convinced if you were pregnant with his child. But if I was going to invert myself to try to confess my love for you sooner, I figured it would be easiest if I took it a step further and avoided the whole marriage itself. You had told me once about the day you met him. So, I went and found you in that coffeeshop, the day before. And I recruited you to Tenet. Truth was, we could’ve used you a lot sooner, so it was advantageous to the organization as well— which is why I got approved to be inverted by the boss himself.”

That hurt. He was Neil’s friend, but he was your friend, too. Had he known that when Neil went back to recruit you, he would irreparably alter the course of your life? Or had he only realized later and decided not to try to correct it?

“Don’t look so heartbroken, darling,” he pouted, stepping forward and reaching out to gently rub your shoulder. “We’re finally together. Things are finally the way they should’ve been from the very beginning.”

You pushed his hand away and averted your gaze, unable to look at him anymore. "I'm sorry, Neil, I can't do this— I can't live a lie," you shook your head, beginning to step away.

“No, you can’t go,” he breathed, desperation apparent in his tone along with his expression. “You can’t go! I finally got it right this time!”

“Is that why you were afraid I’d say no?” you realized with wide, watery eyes. “Because I said it before?”

“Yes,” he admitted, faster than you expected. “But—”

“How many times?”

There came the silence, his nostrils flaring as he crossed his arms and looked away.

“How many times did I reject your proposal, Neil?”

“...Fourteen.”

“Oh my god,” you sobbed, “Neil, you— you never gave me a choice, did you? From the beginning? Every time I tried to get away from you—”

“You always knew you belonged with me,” he posited fiercely. “You always knew, it was why you kissed me that night, a year from now, on the bridge in Oslo.”

“That wasn’t me!” you cried. “I was never married, Neil, I was never pregnant, I never kissed you on any godforsaken bridge! You undid it all, and now you’re holding what I never did against me?”

“Even then you knew we were meant to be together,” he explained, stepping a little closer; out of love for the man you thought he was, you had a moment of sympathy for the man he had become, and let him pull you closer and cradle your face in his hands. He wiped a stray tear from your cheek as he smiled down at you.

It almost felt right for a moment, but you couldn’t trick yourself into believing this was anything but wrong. "I'm sorry, god, I'm so sorry," you whispered hoarsely as you turned to walk away— but he chased you and spun you back around, overpowering you as you tried to wriggle from his grasp.

“After everything I did for you,” he growled, grabbing your wrists tightly when you tried to get away, “you can’t just walk away from me.”

“You didn’t do any of this for me, Neil,” you spat as you struggled, “you did this for yourself. You stole my life!”

“I saw your life, it was shit without me, okay?”

"But at least it was mine!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and pinned you to the wall, making you yelp as he glared at you, eyes wild and teeth bared. “I’ll just go back and do it again. I’ll do it a million times until you stay with me forever, I swear. So what’s the use in fighting me? You’ll say yes, eventually. Why don’t you save us both some time— in a sense— and just accept it now?”

This was a side of Neil you hadn’t seen before. He wasn’t livid, he wasn’t violent (at least, not to the level you knew he could be), but he was undoubtedly threatening you… and you knew that he was right. More than ever you were sure that he was going to keep doing this, keep taking you through the same loop until he got the outcome he wanted. It was horrifying to imagine, but at least this way you could know the truth. Maybe you could even find a way to escape him someday— you couldn’t even imagine how, but you might come up with something later. You had all the time in the world, after all.

He softened slightly as he must have realized you were considering it, reaching down to pull your hands into his. You glanced over at the sparkling diamond on your ring finger, remembering how ecstatic you had been to wear it just a few minutes ago. Now it was a tiny gold shackle, each glimmer of the stone like a silent taunt.

Devastated, but with nowhere else to turn, you began to sob and allowed him to embrace you and pull you into him. He held you close as you cried into his shoulder, terrified and confused and seeking comfort even if it was from the man who had imprisoned you in time.

“Shh,” he soothed gently, “it’s going to be alright, darling, take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that? In—” he inflated his chest, guiding you to breathe with him, which you did to the best of your ability—” and out…”

Smooth breaths were difficult with sobs vibrating your lungs, but you eventually managed to stabilize yourself as he guided you through a few more. You resented that he knew you so well to be able to calm you down; you resented that your body trusted him enough for it to actually work.

“That’s it,” he praised softly, “you’re okay, it’s okay…”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, contemplating the way your face looked through the lacy white veil. Silently, you wondered if this was how you looked at your first wedding; the one that never really happened, to the man you never got the chance to meet. You liked to imagine that you looked happier than this, that your eyes were filled with excitement rather than resignation.

A knock at the door didn’t even tear you from your trance, nor did the sound of it opening; only Neil’s reflection appearing beside yours in the mirror made you snap back into reality, if only slightly.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your ear.

“Bad luck…” you mumbled. “It’s bad luck,” you began again, “for the groom to see the bride before the wedding.”

“I think we’ve had enough bad luck for a lifetime already,” he joked, making you furrow your brow and turn around, looking up at him.

He bore a startling resemblance to the man you’d fallen in love with, to the man you’d been ecstatic to marry when he got down on one knee for you in a nearly-abandoned safehouse in Moscow. Even the way he smiled at you, his gaze so gentle as it scanned your face, was exactly the way he’d looked at you a thousand times— when you first met, as well. The first time for you, at least. He’d known you for years then; it was no wonder that he looked at you with such love, struck up a conversation that perfectly targeted your interests. He must’ve spent years practicing to be your perfect man, until he finally got tired of the lie and trapped you in his twisted idea of the truth.

It made you question his motives for appearing suddenly and spoiling the surprise of you in your wedding gown— a sight he must have been dreaming of for years.

“Did I leave you at the altar?” you asked, below your breath. “Is that why you’re here? You came back to stop me?”

He chuckled lightly and brushed his fingers over your face. “I don’t know yet. This is the first time.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. “How can I trust you? How can I know you haven’t said that every time?”

He didn’t answer, instead leaning in to kiss you gently. You closed your eyes, accepting that you could never really know the truth anymore. Maybe someday you would become comfortable with unknowing, or at least complacent enough to tolerate it.

Walking down the aisle felt sort of like walking toward the gallows, but instead of death waiting for you at the end, there was a life of futility, an existence guided not by destiny or decision but by derangement: one man’s fight, against God and nature, to keep you to himself and steal you from the life you were once meant for.

You managed to keep your footsteps steady, glancing briefly to the pews scattered with parse friends and family— wasn’t much time for either of those with the kind of work you did. All the time in the world, but not enough time for a real life. That was why it had been so easy to fall for Neil, since he was one of a few people you spent significant time with. Had that always been the nature of the job? Or an orchestration by Neil himself, separating you from others until you couldn’t choose anyone but him?

Thankfully, you managed to get through the wedding without crying more than was appropriate or screaming at him or trying to run away. You exchanged the vows and the rings, you kissed each other, the whole shebang. Occasionally you actually managed to enjoy yourself, in those moments that you forgot this was all a hollow facade, greeting guests and listening to toasts and dancing with Neil— your new husband.

You forced yourself to keep up the image of a happy bride for the sake of your friends, and everyone who came here in expectation of a fun wedding. It was what they deserved, even if it was costing you everything.

But once they were gone, you didn’t know how to play the part anymore. You didn’t know how to swallow down the sick rising in your throat as Neil led you to the honeymoon suite, how to smile back at him when he looked at you with so much joy.

You didn’t know how to prepare yourself for what you knew he expected.

“I… should change out of this dress,” you realized once you were alone in the hotel room together, and he nodded his approval. You knew if you looked at yourself in the mirror, you would cry, so instead you focused on getting out of your uncomfortable gown. The lacy white lingerie underneath was intimidating, not for what it was but for what it symbolized. You couldn’t go back out there like this, obviously— so you grabbed one of the puffy white robes, the hotel’s logo stitched onto the breast pocket, and you threw it on as you stormed out of the bathroom and directly to the balcony.

Tears threatened to burn your eyes as you looked out over the London skyline. It was stunning, and it made you appreciate that you should be thankful for the freedoms you did have. There was a big, beautiful world out there and you had the means and the motive to explore it all, if you wanted— you’d already seen more than most.

But you still mourned for the life you never lived. Some would argue that in an infinite number of alternate universes, you had the choice to leave him if you wanted to; and apparently, from what Neil had implied, you usually took it. Yet, that was useless to you now. The irony was not lost on you that you would be so spoiled as to hate your life when you were standing on the balcony of a luxurious hotel, in a gown that cost more than your first degree, with a gorgeous new husband and more money than either of you would ever have any use for. You knew you were being petulant. But something deeper longed for freedom, with everything it cost. Does it matter how decadent a cage is, if you are still trapped in it?

The balcony door opened behind you, and you defiantly sniffled, quickly wiping a stray tear from your cheek.

“Darling?” Neil gently called to you. “Is everything alright?”

You didn’t answer, fearing the waver in your voice would give you away.

“I know it’s all a little… overwhelming,” he relented, his voice coming closer along with his footsteps. “But you really have nothing to worry about. I think you’ll rather like it.”

“Like what?”

He paused for a bit before he replied. And when he did, he said it like it was obvious: “Being my wife.”

You turned to face him, expecting rage in your voice but hearing only sadness. “And if I don’t? You’ll just… go back, and do it again until I do?”

He sighed a little, seeming hurt by the question. “Please, darling, it’s our wedding night,” he cooed, “you can’t hate me. Let me remind you how good we are together…”

His touch was distantly familiar, and against your better judgement you relaxed a bit and let him pull you closer, his cheek brushing against yours as he spoke beside your ear.

“I never inverted for this,” he explained with a whisper, fingertips grazing over your arm. “I didn’t learn your kinks, memorize your body and then go back to impress you from the beginning. The first time we were together… it was the first time for both of us. And it was perfect. Do you remember?”

You nodded.

“Tell me,” he instructed, lifting your chin to tenderly kiss your neck.

“Paris,” you sighed. “We were posing as lovers to check in to a hotel without arousing suspicion. I’d been enamored with you since I first met you and I thought maybe you felt the same way, but I told you we couldn’t be together because of Tenet…”

“But I kissed you anyway,” he reminded you.

“And I didn’t care about Tenet anymore,” you remembered. “I just needed to feel you. And we made love for hours— nearly missed our signal to get out of the building.”

He chuckled lightly against your skin, his fingers leaving goosebumps where they travelled across your back. “It was worth it,” he decided. “It was beautiful.”

You pulled back and looked up at him, finding so much love in his eyes, and you searched desperately within yourself for a way to love him in return again after what he’d done.

Swallowing, you slid your fingers into his hair and examined his face one more time, illuminated in the faintly bluish glow of the city lights.

“Go back,” you whispered.

“What?”

“I need you to go back,” you repeated. “To the day you proposed. Don’t tell me the truth this time.”

Realization dawned on his face, somber but calm.

“I’ll be yours, Neil,” you promised, “forever, like you wanted. But I can’t live like this. I can’t live knowing what you’ve done. And I can’t live with myself if I know that I gave in to you.”

“I hate to leave you on our wedding night,” he argued, turning away slightly— but you held his face and pulled him back to look at you.

“Do this for me,” you pleaded. “Consider it a wedding present.”

He gave you a small, sad smile before he embraced you again. "Anything for you," he whispered as he kissed you on the top of your head.

Neil all but kicked the door down as he carried you in his arms, unable to break the kiss even for a moment to open the door properly.

He stumbled around the room a bit before he finally tossed you onto the bed, eliciting a girlish squeal as the puffy layers of your wedding gown's elaborate skirt flipped up over your head. Growling playfully as he climbed atop you and slotted himself between your legs, you pushed your dress out of the way to look up at him.

As your laughter died down and you examined his face, you were compelled to reach up and hold his jaw in your hand; he turned his face slightly to kiss your palm as you caressed his cheek.

"I love you," you sighed as you brushed a stray strand of hair back out of his face.

"I love you too," he smiled, "more than you could ever know."

You rolled your eyes. "There goes my husband with his crypticness again."

He hummed at the title, kissing you again. You figured you were lucky he didn’t rip the dress as he got you out of it, growling when he saw your lacy white lingerie underneath. “You really are too good to me, darling,” he purred, leaning down to capture a nipple between his teeth through the fabric until your back arched. “All wrapped up for me like a pretty little present…”

You whined when he slipped his fingers down between your legs, toying with you and refusing to just pull the panties aside and get on with it. Of course he had to draw it out, savor every inch of you, but did he have to drive you so crazy along the way?

"Neil, please," you whimpered, "need you…"

"I know," he soothed between heavy breaths, kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached where you'd nearly soaked through your flimsy lace. He kissed your swollen clit right through the fabric— damn him that just that little touch made you moan and grab his hair. He loved seeing the effect he had on you, it was clear by the way he grinned and did it again, a little firmer, relishing in the way you squirmed.

Finally, he pulled your panties aside; although of course he did it tantalizingly slow before sliding his tongue through your folds, moaning lowly when you accidentally pulled his hair a bit.

He looked so damn good with his face between your thighs, staring up at you and holding you in place with his petrifying gaze. His eyes were always uncharacteristically dark when he did this to you, like he'd been waiting all his life for this moment. Like the taste of you drove him wild.

You shuddered when he pushed his tongue inside you, instantly putting pressure against the most delicate places inside you. When the pleasure threatened to become too intense and you instinctively tried to squirm away, his strong hands gripped your thighs and held you down nearly effortlessly, likely leaving marks on your skin for you to notice tomorrow, to remind you that you were his. As if the ring wasn’t enough.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “please— please let me come.”

You didn’t always ask him for permission, but he always gave it when you did. So you weren’t expecting him to grin and stop his task to suck a hickey onto your thigh. “Not quite yet,” he purred. “I need you to ask really, really nicely…”

“Um,” you stalled, distracted by watching him leave a trail of marks along your skin with his teeth, “please… don’t stop, Neil, please let me come… I’ll do anything, you know I will.”

“That’s already true,” he reminded you, snarling as he gave your pussy a sudden spank; you yelped and jolted from the impact, but it ended with a moan and more wetness gathering at your hole. “You can’t be so obedient all the time and try to use it as a bargaining tool, darling. You know better than that. Offer me something I don’t have.”

“If you let me come,” you pondered your potential options as you bit your lip and rocked your hips up in hopes of friction, “I’ll… make dinner, every night, for a week—”

He quirked an eyebrow.

“A month!” you blurted out instead.

“You’re negotiating against yourself,” he chuckled, slapping you right on your clit and making you cry out. “And you’re not much of a cook.”

You were teetering on the edge, desperate for any leverage you could grapple onto, keening for just a touch more stimulation to bring you the rest of the way— and you were so fucking close. You could only think of one thing Neil wanted, that he didn’t have, that you could give. And it was a stupid idea, but you needed to offer him something fast before those dreaded spanks between your thighs made you come before he’d given permission.

“We can fuck on a mission,” you announced through your teeth. Finally, you felt like you had his attention. The only time that had ever happened was the one time you let it happen— the first time. The next day you’d had a long conversation about how you weren’t going to let feelings interfere with the job; he agreed, and since then the two of you had done a pretty good job of separating business and pleasure. Although he did occasionally get irritated with your work in the field and take it out on you that night in bed, but that doesn’t count, right?

“Really?” he mused. “Whatever happened to boundaries? What happened to ‘respecting the other team members’?”

“They don’t need to know,” you explained. “Please, Neil, I really really need to cum.”

He pressed a thumb to your clit and drew slow, relaxed circles— just slow and relaxed enough to make sure you couldn’t come from it. You sobbed and let your head fall back, exhausted of his teasing. “How can you be sure you’ll be discreet enough? You’re not exactly… subtle,” he smirked, your moans now exactly proving his point.

“Can’t be loud with my mouth full,” you countered, and his smile finally fell. You finally had a bit of power back.

“You’d really suck me off on a mission?”

“If you can promise to keep quiet,” you chuckled.

He growled a bit as he dove back in, the sudden pleasure forcing a deep moan from your lips. “Fuck,” he mumbled against you, “so dirty for me, huh?”

“Yeah,” you agreed as you bit down on your lip. “God, I’m close, just don’t stop…”

“As long as you keep up your end of the deal,” he smirked, and you nearly forced his head back down between your legs but thankfully, he kept his mouth shut after that— well not quite shut, just busy, and before you knew it the pressure that built in your gut finally flowed over and you sobbed his name at the peak of your orgasm.

He kept going for just a moment too long, sending white hot shocks up your spine from the overstimulation, but thankfully he slowed down and pulled back, licking his lips and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

With that out of the way, and you nearly melted into the bed at this point, he sat up and hastily opened his belt and fly while he gazed down upon you with a burning hot stare.

"I should return the favor," you offered, sitting up slightly and reaching to wrap your hand around his length, but he shook his head.

"I’ll get my chance, but right now I just need to be inside you,” he explained gruffly. “Can’t spend another moment without being buried in this gorgeous cunt of yours; I might die if I can’t have you now.”

"Well, if it's a matter of life and death," you grinned, poorly faking indifference as he shoved you back and caged you in, guiding his cock to your dripping wet entrance.

“Ready, darling?” he prompted quietly as you felt the head of him prodding at you. You nodded, and yet you still gasped and clutched his forearms when he pushed into you. It was like the first time every time, with the way his thick length speared into you and stretched you open, but you craved it regardless; by now it wasn’t even pain, just raw sensation that pushed your limits in all the right ways. He sighed a bit when his hips met yours, already pulling back and setting the pace of his thrusts.

Even with how wet you were, there was friction just from the size of him, but it was the right kind of friction— a smooth, slow drag against your walls that compelled you to wrap your legs around his hips and hold him deep inside you.

“Is that how you want it?” he interrogated. “Deep?” You nodded and he chuckled a little. “I can do that.”

He stopped moving only for a moment to grab your legs and push them up, such that when he thrusted again, the tip of his cock hit the furthest places inside you and you choked on your own moan. "Fuck!" you croaked, eyes shooting open and hands reaching out to clutch his shoulders.

"How deep am I inside you?" he asked coyly, well aware of the answer already.

"So deep,” you slurred, barely able to form words with a heavy tongue and empty lungs, “all the way…"

"Good." He leaned down and growled against your ear. "I hope I knock you up tonight."

His words shocked you, in the best possible way. You surprised even yourself with the way your body reacted, and your hands were almost moving of their own accord as they grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, needy kiss.

“Neil,” you mumbled as you broke it just enough to look up at him, “put a baby in me.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, thrusting into you faster than ever, “I will, darling…”

He was unstoppably filthy after that, relentlessly pounding into you, claiming your entire body as he whispered unimaginably dirty things in your ear.

"I know you want it so badly, darling, I know you need to be filled with my seed… can't wait to see you all round and glowing with my baby in you."

You didn't understand his emphasis on the word "my,” as if it could ever be anyone else's! But you didn't really notice that very much, too busy crying out at the feeling of him stretching you out and reaching the deepest places inside of you. “Neil, please— I’m so close, want you to come with me,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Wanna squeeze my cock with this pretty little cunt while I fill you up, darling?”

“Please,” you sobbed, and you were sure you’d never needed him this bad; never needed anything this bad.

Deep little growls coming from between his teeth signified that he was close, and you felt your body tightening around him as you reached your peak one more time, much more intense than before and so much louder than you meant for it to be. He finally spilled inside of you, painting your walls with his spend as you whimpered and began to descend from your high. His body relaxed atop yours, though his arms wrapped around you to hold you close. After a few moments of that, he fell onto his back and you laid your head on his chest, humming happily at the feeling of his warmth seeping out of you. You were confident you’d be sore all over tomorrow, but you couldn’t feel it now as the afterglow served as a painkiller, keeping you numb and happy while you cuddled into him.

His arm around your shoulders pulled you closer so he could kiss your forehead. You looked up at him, admiring the way he looked horribly disheveled and yet entirely perfect; he looked back at you, smiling softly.

"Can't believe you're finally mine," he sighed wistfully, "forever."

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mynotsohealthyobsession · 3 years ago

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Tacos

Book: Bloodbound

Words: 2.171

Warning: Fluff / Hopefully mostly funny / Mention of alcohol / Slightly NSFW / Mention of death

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"I'm fine, really!" Amy affirmed, walking backwards ahead of them.

"You are drunk, love." It was the first time that Adrian had seen her like this. She and Lily wanted to try a new club so they had organized a night out in the city. They had invited him to join them and also tortured Kamilah with messages and calls until she accepted. The place was a huge and modern nightclub but what made it appealing to them was the bar with strong drinks, some of them with fresh or synthetic blood, made exclusively for vampires. "And considering our metabolism, it's truly impressive."

"Nooo, I'm just a little tipsy." She smiled, giggling when her foot stepped on a slope of the sidewalk, stumbling. Adrian rushed beside her, his arm firmly securing her waist, holding her before she fell. She suddenly stopped, looking at the group with an exaggerated concerned face. "Oh my god, do vampires have hangovers?" Lily, who was walking behind them, hanging her arm around the shoulders of a very irritated Kamilah, looked at her friend, melodramatic gasping. She wasn't as drunk as Amy but just for one or two drinks.

"That's such a good question!" She turned to her side, trying to focus on Kamilah's face. "Do we Kami?"

"Aaaww, Kami sounds so cute!" Amy said, happily grinning.

"Do not call me like that." She snarled and Adrian couldn't avoid laughing at her reaction. He had known her for almost 300 years and Lily and Amy had managed to make her more annoyed in just one night than he had ever seen. "And we don't. Even if you two deserve it. The effect will fade in a few hours."

"Yes!" Amy lifted her arm as she and Lily attempted to high five each other, their hands going through the air, missing each other's palm. Badly. "Ugh. Stop moving Lil!"

"Am I?" She looked confused. "You are who--" She suddenly squealed and her eyes widened with joy. "Look! Tacos!" She pointed forward to a small Mexican restaurant.

"Let's go for tacos!" Amy exclaimed excitedly, heading to the dinner, but Adrian held her, gently stopping her.

"You need to calm down until the influence of the alcohol passes, Amy." He glanced at Lily, pointedly. "You both."

"But I want tacos." She pouted at him, her big brown eyes focusing on him, looking like he had denied her the most precious and essential thing in the world.

"I want tacos too, Kami."

Adrian looked at Kamilah who simply snorted and nodded, resigned. "What about if we get take-out? For you and Lily." He suggested. After all, neither of them was in a state to sit in a restaurant.

"And no more alcohol." Kamilah severely told them.

"But I want tequila! You can't eat tacos without tequila!" Lily whined, angrily insisting.

"Or mojitos." Amy contributed, seriously.

"For now, let's go just for the food, love." He affectionately squeezed her waist and she smiled up at him, loosening wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Reasons like this are why I love you." She planted a sloppy smooch on his check.

"I'm glad you do." He moved a strand out of her face and kissed her forehead. "And I love you too." They headed to the place, a small but welcoming space with only a few tables. Luckily the service was fast and only a few minutes later, they were walking again. Amy observed him seriously as Lily talked to no one in particular about some videogame, without making sense.

"You know… I get why people call you pretty boy." Adrian lifted his eyebrow at her. "You are so pretty. And hot. Pretty hot." She giggled at her own joke.

"Good one." Kamilah said, rolling her eyes as Lily continued with her monologue about why one game was the best, even though she was talking about three, mixing up the plots.

"You are pretty hot too, Amy." She was wobbling less, her state slowly returning to normal, intently watching him. "What is it?"

"I was remembering the first time we had sex."

"Oh?"

"You were sooo hot." Adrian smirked as she bit down her lip, lasciviousness in her eyes. "The way you moved your mouth to my--"

"I don't need to hear this." Kamilah interrupted her. "Keep your libido to yourself until your place." The building of their penthouse had appeared in front of them a couple minutes ago, closer, but still not nearby.

"Fine." Amy took his hand, giving it a tug, and walking forward with determination. "Come on, Adrian! Let's go have sex!" Kamila sighed exasperatedly as Lily happily cheered her.

"What about the tacos?" He questioned her and she stopped, trying to figure out the situation as he smiled, taking her waist again, gently making her keep walking.

"First the tacos. Then sex." She nodded to herself, content with her decision. "In the living room."

"Both things?" He was amused at the seriousness that she was analysing the situation.

"Of course not!" She shook her head as he had said the most ridiculous thing. "First, the tacos in the dining room and then, sex in the living room." She paused, thinking for a moment. "On the couch."

"For god’s sake…" Kamilah murmured, tightly holding Lily's shoulder, guiding her forward, avoiding the distractions in front of every store. "Don't encourage her."

Adrian kissed the side of her head, pulling her a little closer to him, quietly chuckling. "Marvelous plan, love." She looked satisfied with herself, like she had solved the most complex theory on the planet. He couldn't wait to see her reaction later when this whole conversation returned to her memory once she was sobered up.

By the time they arrived at the front door of the building, Amy was burned out, all the energy rush finally leaving her body, leaning her head against his shoulder as he talked with Kamilah.

"I'll take care of this one." She pointed at Lily, still holding her.

"Thanks Kamilah." Amy weakly wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face. He tightened his hold on her waist, pulling her a bit more closer to his chest. "I hope you have fun." He added, mockingly smiling as Kamilah rolled her eyes, walking away, with a still very awake and chatting Lily. He nudged her softly with his shoulder, gently calling her attention, shifting his face to observe her. "Amy… We are here."

"Mmmh?" She opened her eyes just a bit. "Are we at home?"

"Yes." She sighed, disengaged her arms from him, slowly pulling away.

"Thank god… My feet hurt." She tiredly said as he kept holding her waist.

"Just a little more, love." They walked through the impeccable marble lobby of the building, their steps echoing around them, as she discreetly yawned. "Good night, Robert." He greeted the doorman

"Hi Rob!" Amy happily waved at him. In just a couple hours after they moved to the building, she had become friends with him.

"Good night, Mr. and Mrs. Raines." The old man nodded at them, flashing a warm smile as the private elevator unlocked its metallic doors and they marched inside. As soon as the door closed, Amy was snuggling against him again, her eyes flushing closed once more. She let him guide her inside the apartment.

"I think I drank too much…" She mumbled, without breaking her hold on him.

"You did." He placed the tacos' bag on the table beside the door and led his fingers softly to caress her cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah… Just tired…" She kicked her heels off still holding him, smiling when his hand gently and soothly touched the skin of her back, following the line of her spine as far as the deep cleavage of the black dress allowed him. "...You are so comfy…" She mumbled, yawning again and slowly falling asleep. He tenderly slipped his other arm under her knees, lifting her. She nestled in his embrace, immediately dozing off as he carried her towards their bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. He went towards the walk-in closet, taking off his clothes and changing into a pair of sweatpants, searching a fluffy blanket in his way to cover her.

Adrian went to the kitchen, carrying the bag with the food, moving it to a plate that he placed inside the fridge. He dropped the empty packages in the trash and took her heels, still beside the door, and returned to the bedroom, leaving them in her side of the closet. Amy turned and hugged the pillow below her, profoundly asleep, quietly snoring. He smiled at her. The clock on the nightstand marked 4 am, the sunrise wouldn't be until a few hours later.

With a cup of coffee in hand, he leaned his forearms against the balcony, watching the city around him, the corners of his lips up, grinning. After so many years of darkness and fighting, everything was finally in peace, including their lives. In the last few years, the most stressful situation they had faced was his foray into politics. That, compared to all that they had gone through, was harmless. They were finally safe. He stood there, the soft summer breeze brushing his skin and hair as the noise of the city that never sleeps filled the silence. An hour or so later, he turned his back to the view, smiling at Amy walking barefoot towards him, stirring and wearing the t-shirt that used to be his and her favorite to sleep with. "Hi, love."

"Hi, handsome." She cupped his cheeks, sweetly kissing him.

"How do you feel?" She leaned beside him, his arm sneaking around her shoulders.

"Grateful that we can't be hungover. My human self would be having a pretty hard time right now." He chuckled. "I'm sorry you had to deal with it."

"Don't worry." He looked at her playfully, smirking. "Your drunk version was all over me so…" He winked as she giggled, a little embarrassed. "You still want the tacos?"

"Tacos? What ta--" She stopped half-sentence, understanding passing through her eyes. "I made you buy tacos, didn't I?"

"You did. You extorted me with your best puppy eyes." She groaned, shaking her head, as he lowered his arm towards her waist, still smiling, quietly laughing. "You and Lily wanted them. Very excitedly, I must say."

"It used to be my hungover comfort food." A sigh escaped from her lips. "Old habits die hard I guess." She suddenly looked at him, widening her eyes, clearly remembering something else. "Please tell me that I did not said aloud that we were going to have sex in the couch after eating the tacos and that is just my imagination."

"I told you you were all over me." He kissed her temple, his mouth curved in an amused but loving grin, as she let out a sound that was a mix of grunt and laugh.

"Oh god… Do I want to know what more I did?" Adrian chuckled.

"Probably not." She covered her face with her hands, a low and muffled giggling came from behind them.

After a while, her arms fell to her side and her smile turned sad. "Jax would have loved that bar…" Her voice came quietly after a silent pause, each word filled with grief.

He squeezed her waist softly. Every time someone said his name, Adrian felt a pinch of pain, as always happened when he lost someone close to him. He had a profound respect for Jax, as a person, leader, and fighter. But what he felt the most, was gratefulness. Jax had protected what he loved the most, like he hadn't loved in almost 300 years. He had sacrificed his life for Amy, saving her like Adrian never could do and for that, he would be eternally thankful. "He definitely would have."

"I miss him." She sadly mumbled.

"I know, Amy." He left the empty cup on the balcony's rail and pulled her closer, tightly hugging her, pressing his lips against her forehead, affably kissing her. "We all do." They stood holding each other until his eyes observed the sky, clearer than before. He gently separated from her, placing a brief but loving kiss on her lips. One of his hands slipped inside hers, her fingers closing around his, and the other grabbing the cup once more. "We should go inside. It's almost the sunrise." She nodded.

"Thanks for coming tonight, Adrian." She sweetly smiled at him as they headed to the apartment. "I hope drunk Amy didn't give you too many problems."

"Anytime, love. She was a delight." His lips brushed her knuckles. "And no matter what, you will never be a problem."

"Let's see if in fifty years you still feel this way." She joked, playfully nudging his side.

"Even in a hundred and fifty years I will feel like this for you. Even for drunk Amy." She giggled as he grinned at her. "I already told you you are my eternity, Mrs. Raines."

"And you are mine, Mr. Raines."

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nagito-kissmaeda · 4 years ago

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Horny on Main Disease - Komaeda x Reader

Summary: Reader catches a strain of the despair disease that means she says everything she is thinking. Kind of awkward considering all she can think about is how much she wants to jump Komaeda's bones. This is intended to be sort of funny, but i still wrote it pretty seriously, just want to make it clear that i did not half ass the smut. i whole assed it.

Word count: 4444�� Contains: fem reader, they/them pronouns, despair disease, explict sexual content, unsafe sex, voyeurism Read on AO3 ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

It’s not even a particularly hot day, and yet you’re sweating bullets as you walk over to the dining hall like you do every morning. Your legs are wobbly and your head is aching something terrible, you assume that you’ve caught a cold or something , whatever the problem is, it’s going to be a question for Tsumiki when you meet up with her at breakfast.

Kuzuryu is standing out by the pool, pensively staring into the still water. He probably misses Pekoyama, but you’re smart enough to know not to-

“Hey, Kuzuryu! I bet you miss your dead girlfriend, huh?”

He just stares at you, and it takes a good few seconds for you to even realise what you just said out loud. You clap a hand over your mouth, horrified.

“I don’t know why I said that!” You squeak

Kuzuryu doesn’t look...angry? He shakes his head at you and sighs, “you’re acting weird today too, aren’t you?”

“What? Weird? Who’s weird?”

“Owari was here a few minutes ago, bawling her eyes out on the ground.” He crosses his arms and looks away from you, “I think the bear is planning something again.”

You nod sternly, “anyone with tits as big as Owari has nothing to cry about! Something is definitely suspicious.”

Oh god why did you say that??

“Oh god, why did I say that??”

You just keep saying everything you’re thinking!

“I just keep saying everything I’m-“

Kuzuryu grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you towards the dining hall, “something is definitely fucked up.” He looks down at where his hand is gripping yours, “Jesus Christ, your skin is on fire!”

“Yeah, cause I’m hot !” That was already an embarrassing thing to say, you are horrified when your mouth drops open again to follow it up with, “bow-chicka-wow-wow!”

There is definitely something wrong with you. In general you are the sort of person who takes the time to carefully curate every word that leaves your mouth, the fact that you are just speaking without even thinking about it is bizarre and alarming. The ache in your head is also steadily growing stronger and you’re starting to feel dizzy, maybe you’re just delirious with flu? It doesn't make sense for you to catch the flu on an abandoned island, but weirder things have happened already.

It is at this moment that you realise you have been (only semi-coherently) mumbling your full internal tirade outloud to Kuzuryu, who is now helping you up the stairs to the dining hall. He has very diplomatically, been either ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore everything you have been saying.

“You’re nice. Probably the politest yakuza i’ve ever met.” you pause, “I’ve never met another yakuza, i'm not sure why i said it like that.”

Kuzuryu scoffs and tugs you up at the last step. Deigning to give your comment any sort of response.

As you step up onto the dining hall landing, you freeze. This is dangerous. Your nails are biting into the skin of your palms, and your already warm face feels even hotter. Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think about him. Kuzuryu is giving you a look, you must be verbalising your own mental gymnastics, but that is less embarrassing than the alternative.

“Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think-”

You look up, like an idiot . Komaeda is sitting by the window with his chin in his palm, just sort of staring off into the middle distance, not really looking at anything. The morning sun cascades through the window and catches in his hair. It shimmers. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, you have been trying to keep this little fascination of yours under wraps, but he slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose and-

“He looks like an angel .” You say, and you say it loudly.

All eyes in the room turn to you. Hinata especially is looking at you with his particular brand of exhaustion, that says this is not the first weird thing he has heard today. You scramble, trying desperately to think about anything other than Komaeda, to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. In your desperation, what you say is: “Yes hello! I was talking about anyone in this room apart from Komaeda. Please do not be confused, it was not Komaeda. I want to make it crystal clear that i am NOT attracted to Nagito Komaeda. This is a very convincing lie and you all believe me!”

Mioda straightens her spine and salutes you, “Roger! You are not attracted to Komaeda, I believe you!”

Your sweating even more now, it’s getting hard to breathe, “Forget I said anything!”

Mioda salutes again, “Consider it forgotten!”

“What is happening?! ” Hinata exclaims, gesturing wildly to you, Mioda, and Owari who you suddenly notice is leaning against the far wall and sobbing, “This is not normal!”

Your eyes slip to Komaeda again. He is looking at you and he is blushing-

“He looks so...cute…” You whisper, and Hinata yelps.

“Why are you all being so weird???? ”

Monokuma takes that as his cue to finally show up. Waltzing on into the dining hall like he owns the place, clearly buzzing with excitement, “A good question!” He says, clamoring up onto a vacant chair and holding a paw in front of his face to hide his laughter, “ Oooh , this is my best motive yet! Looks like three members of the class have come down with a bad case of the despair disease!”

“D-Despair Disease?” Tsumiki contributes, nervously playing with her hands, “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“Yeah, well. It’s pretty self explanatory!” Monokuma says, “The main symptom is high fever, along with some other fun despair related effects! It’s a bit of a mixed bag though and no two cases are the same! For example, Moida is suffering from the Gullible Disease...Owari has the Cowards Disease.” Then, Monokuma points his stubby little paw in your direction, “And you have the No Filter Disease. You just say whatever you’re thinking! It’s been lots of fun so far, upupupupu~”

“Oh, does that mean all those things they were just saying about Komaeda were the truth?” Sonia says. Her brows draw together, and she taps her lips with a finger, “How interesting.”

“It’s not my fault he’s gorgeous!” the words escape you before you have a chance to stop them. You squeal and clap a hand over your mouth before you start talking again. Komaeda is now bright red to the tips of his ears.

“That was true? GROSS!” Saionji exclaims.

You glare at Monokuma, “If you wouldn't kill me for doing it, I'd rip out all your stuffing right now.”

Monokuma withers a little, “Aw~ Is that what you really feel? Here I was thinking we were great friends.”

“I’ll gut you like a fish.” you pause, “a bear-fish.” another pause, “a fish-bear.” You groan, “UGH, I can’t stop saying stupid things! I’m all sweaty! This sucks !”

Tsumiki steps over to you, her hand is shaking as she brings it up to your forehead.

“Oh…” you breathe, “your hand is cold.”

“S-Sorry! I’m just checking your temperature.”

“You smell like lavender.”

She recoils a little, “It’s j-just my shampoo!!'' Then she shakes her head and turns to the rest of the group, “Monokuma is telling the truth. They’ve got a fever.”

Hinata hurriedly presses his hand against the foreheads of both Owari and Moida, confirming that they’re also burning up, “What do we do, Tsumiki?”

Before she can answer, Monokuma pipes up again, “did I forget to mention? It’s contagious~~”

Saionji squeals and backpedals all the way to the stairs, “Contagious!?”

“Yeah and I'm a conta- genius . Get it?”

Souda gives you an uncomfortable look and scratches the back of his neck, “How much space in your brain is taken up by bad puns?”

You’re feeling really dizzy now, “A lot of it! But usually I don't say any of them!” your knees wobble and you almost fall over, luckily Tsumiki is still close enough to grab you before you topple to the ground, “I am going to kill that goddamn bear .”

“Could-could someone help me?” Tsumiki squeaks, “If i keep holding them up like this we-we’re just both going to fall over.”

You giggle a little, slipping into a semi-delirium as you cling to Tsumiki for dear life. Hinata and the others start working on a plan to keep everyone safe until the illness runs its course, “Hey Tsumiki…” you whisper, “Komaeda’s got real nice hands, huh?” she is too busy trying to keep you upright to answer, “I want him to carry me. Unless I'm too heavy, Tsumiki, am I too heavy?”

You’re all but draped over Tsumiki now, who is trying in vain to shuffle you over to a nearby wall, when you suddenly hear her sigh in relief, “Oh...Th-Thank you. I’m not very s-strong…”

You manage to flop your head around to face the other direction, lacking the strength to turn your neck properly. Komaeda is looking down at you, it might just be the fever, but you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.

“Aha, I’m sure i'm not much stronger than you, Tsumiki.” He says, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you over to him. You might have moaned, you can't be sure, “But I do have the height advantage.”

The utter tsunami that leaves your mouth is unavoidable. Literally medically unavoidable, but that doesn't stop it from being the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“He’s touching me. He’s touching me…” your head has come to rest on his chest and you are practically hyperventilating, “He smells like chamomile soap and clean laundry...His hands are cold, his shirt is soft...Oh god i'm so sweaty, he probably thinks i'm disgusting! Komaeda, i'm so sorry , this was meant to be a secret!!! I wasn't going to tell you, everyones gonna think I'm weird!” your thoughts are leaving your mouth faster than you can think of them, if Komaeda is reacting to anything you have to say, you don't notice because despite your mouth running a mile a minute you still have an ounce enough of shame and bury your face in his chest to hide from your own words.

The world is spinning, your head feels heavy, everything is so hot , “Your hair is nice, did you know your hair is nice? God, I've wanted to run my fingers through it since day one. This is so fucked up, you almost killed someone! I want to stop talking , i feel like i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out. Im gonna…”

***

“I think I passed out.” Is the first thing you say when you wake up. You’re still hot and the back of your neck is sweaty, but you can see that you are now in the hospital, and that you’re wearing a hospital gown.

“Who undressed me?!” You exclaim, disappointed to find that you still can’t help saying everything you think.

At the sound of your voice, the door to your room opens, and Komaeda steps in.

“No! Not you!”

He freezes, withering under your gaze, “Ah, I see. Being greeted by garbage like me in your current state, it must be insulting .”

You feel like an asshole .

“That’s not what I meant! Please don’t go, I never want you to go.”

Komaeda laughs a little, still lurking nervously in the doorway, “You’re confusing me.”

“I don’t want you to hear what I’m thinking. I want you to stay, but all I can think about is how much I want to suck on your collarbone.” You freeze the second you stop talking, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth as you hide your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry! I can’t stop it!”

Stepping further into the room, Komaeda quietly closes the door behind him. Your heart is pounding.

“I’m nervous.” You say.

He tilts his head, walking over to the side of your bed, “I can still leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” You shrink under his gaze, “it just, the way you closed the door it makes me feel like you’re planning something, like maybe we’re going to have-“ you manage to cover your mouth before the rest of the sentence escapes. Keeping your hands tight over your lips as all you can think about is his long fingers, his soft hair, his half lidded eyes.

“Are you...still talking behind your hands?”

You nod.

A smile crawls up the side of his face, “are you saying something embarrassing?”

“I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth.” You say, loud enough that even the tight grip of your hands doesn’t muffle it.

Komaeda remains remarkably calm, “You keep saying those things. This disease...means you say whatever you’re thinking, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s driving me crazy, I’m just being such an idiot and I’m probably freaking you out. I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not it.” He sighs, moving slowly as he sits down on the side of your bed, “Honestly, why would you let such thoughts about scum like me take up so much real estate in your mind?”

“I can’t help it!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I just can’t! I want you so badly. I…..I-“ you hold your breath, you can’t let that last part out, no matter what, you can’t say that last part. You’ll die of suffocation before you let him hear it.

“You...what?” He asks

Oh god. You can’t stop thinking about it. Your lungs are aching, screaming for you to just open your mouth.

“What are you hiding, hm?”

It’s too much. The nerves, your sick and weakened body, him right there . You can’t do it, you can’t stop it, the next time you see Monokuma, you are drop kicking him into the sun.

“I’ve touched myself while thinking about you!”

The words echo off the walls of the room like a gunshot.

For a moment Komaeda just stares at you, but then, his shaky hands reach out and wrap around both of your wrists. His throat bobs.

“Hng. I want to suck on the side of your neck, I want to see you covered in marks from my teeth-“ you try to cover your mouth with your hands again. Komaeda grips your wrists tighter.

“No.” He whispers, trembling, “keep going.”

“ God, your hands are so big. I want to know how deep your fingers would reach inside of me. I bet you’re good at it, I bet you’re really good at it.” He just keeps staring at you, ghostly green eyes blown wide, chest heaving , “Are you turned on? Is this turning you on? Just pin me down and fuck me, do it, do it, do it!”

“How...how often are you thinking about me like this?”

“Oh, all the time.” You freeze, mentally (and therefore also verbally) berating yourself, “Not all the time! Just like, a normal amount. However much that is.” He is still just looking at you, the pad of his thumb slowly brushes across the pulsepoint in your wrist and you shiver, “Yes, yes! I’ve wanted this intimacy with you for so long . I couldn't tell anyone, I couldn't tell you. During the first trial, when you went on your weirdo rant about hope and despair. I was scared, i was so scared, but oh god- ” you can't stop yourself. Every thought in your head is pouring out of your lips. Filling up the room, the mortification is drowning you . All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him, “I was wet , Komaeda. I went back to my cabin and came three times to the thought of you, I am reprehensible . What do you think the others would do if they found out, huh? That all i can think about is you fucking me over my trial podium. They’ll tie me up next-”

The bed squeaks, and Komaeda brings his knee up and over your hips.

“-Oh my god. You’re doing it aren't you?”

His other leg comes up on the bed, and he settles, hovering up above you. He shrugs, “I honestly don't understand why this is something you want,” he leans down over you, resting his palms on either side of your head, “but who am I to deny the wishes of an ultimate.”

If not for the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, you are sure that you wouldn't be able to shut up, based only on the number of thoughts tumbling through your head like they’re on a spin cycle. You are still sweaty with fever and probably look disgusting, but Komaeda shuffles down in between your legs and hikes your hospital gown up to your waist. So you are suitably distracted.

He laughs as he hooks his fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs, “I cant believe that you want scum like me to touch you like this. Usually I would assume that you are lying, or taking pity on me.” He grins, running a finger up the length of your sex, “But everything you say to me is your exact thoughts, isnt it?”

“Yes! Touch me, please! ” You’re quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe in between your frantic pleas, “You feel so good, you feel perfect . I want your fingers inside me so bad .”

He hisses as he slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, eyes glued to where your entrance is swallowing him up, “Ahaaa...you’re drenched . You really do want me don't you?” he pistons his fingers in and out slowly, slowly and deliberately, “Someone like you, desiring me so terribly. It’s such a waste , but i can't help it. I must be selfish and take this chance while i can.”

“Not a….waste....” You force out, helplessly grinding on his fingers, “Want you....want only you…”

“Oh- Ohhhh .” He moans, “I can feel you, squeezing around my fingers. You’re so wet...so warm…”

You hear a zipper coming undone, and your thoughts go into overdrive, “oh my god, oh my god. Komaeda’s going to jerk off in front of me, wanna watch, wanna watch! ”

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he tugs his boxers down far enough to slip out his cock. Your eyes follow the movement of his long fingers as he slowly curls them around the base, and tugs them up again, rolling the pad of his thumb over the head. His hips buck, and you moan.

“You...you’re tightening around my fingers…” he breathes, choking on a moan as he pumps his cock again, “you like watching me touch myself?” Your hips stutter, grinding your clit against the meat of his palm as he continues stroking himself. His eyes are wide as he watches you writhing beneath him.

“The face you make when you do that...it’s so cute.” You say, whining as his fingers start moving inside you again, “it’s even cuter than I imagined. Your cheeks are all red.” You swallow, “and your cock is so pretty...I want you to cum inside me, so bad .”

His breath hitches, “you want me to cum, inside you?” his cock is leaking with pre-cum now, painfully hard in his hand. His chest is heaving.

“Yes yes yes! ” You plead, “I want you, please! ”

“I don’t understand.” He breathes, and you whimper as his fingers slip out of you, “How could someone be so desperate for my pathetic seed?”

“Fill me up , Komaeda!” You exclaim, at this point you are long past embarrassed. The words leaving your mouth are the absolute truth and there is no way you can deny them.

He groans at that, an octave deeper than you are used to hearing and it seems he is having trouble denying you. His own desperation mingling with yours and overtaking his painful self-doubt, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and slowly edges the swollen head against your entrance, “f-fuck…” he mutters as he slips inside you, “you’re so warm .”

You can barely even register what you are saying anymore, it’s little more than a string of compliments about how good he feels inside you. About how handsome he is. Your tongue feels weird and loose in your mouth from overuse, but you still can’t stop talking.

He looms above you, halo of white hair bouncing as he thrusts in and out of you, the unmistakable jangle of the chain hanging from his jeans. All things that confirm it is Komaeda inside of you. Your heart races with the fact.

“Th-thank you, for permitting me to do this with you.” He stammers, sweat slowly dripping down his brow, “it’s...so good...it feels like I belong inside you. ”

A moan rips through you, and you hook your weak ankles around his waist, “you do belong inside me. You fit so perfectly , I was made for your cock. GOD I sound so filthy…..I- I can’t help it.”

“ No.” He hisses, eyes meeting yours, “Keep talking.”

“You say that like I can stop.” You dip your head lower, and wrap your lips around his left collarbone, moaning as you suck hard enough to leave a bruise. He keens above you, hips snapping against yours even faster, “Your hip bones are digging into my thighs…”

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I-I’m sorry, do you want me to-“

“Don’t you dare stop, Komaeda. You’re mine , I want to feel every inch of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You bring a shaky hand up to his cheek, he nuzzles into your palm, “You aren’t hurting me. It feels wonderful.”

He kisses you then, messy and wet, his lips taste like desperation. Even with his tongue tangled with yours, you are still trying to speak. Sweet nothings, forceful demands, anything and everything that comes to mind is trying to force its way out of your mouth. Something is in the pit of your stomach is twisting tight and you moan greedily into the cavern of his mouth as his hips meet yours again. You can feel that he’s losing his rhythm.

“S-sorry. I’m...im close…” A moan rips from his throat and he buries his face in your neck.

Your hips have started canting up to meet his, you want so badly to be close to him, to feel all of him, “M’close to. I love having you inside me, i want to do this again and again and-”

Komaeda freezes, eyes turning to the door on the other side of the room. Footstops.

“Who is it? Did they hear? Are there going to come in? What do you think they’re going to do if they see you inside of-”

Komaeda covers your mouth with his palm. You’re still talking, but at least it’s muffled now. Kuzuryu and Hinata are chatting in the hallway, the footsteps seem only to be growing closer. You can't stop thinking terrible, horrible things, and while Komaeda’s hand keeps you quiet enough that they can't seem to hear you from outside, Komaeda can definitely hear you.

“I wanna keep going.”

His eyes are blown wide, but you feel the tell-tale throb of his cock inside of you, “ What?! ” he hisses, “there’s no way you can keep quiet like this...they’ll definitely hear us.”

“I don’t care if they hear us, I want them to hear us. I want them to know what you’re doing to me.”

His hips twitch, and he bites his lip hard to keep in a moan, “You're not ashamed to be seen intimately with someone as despicable as me?”

You coo at him, running your index finger down the front of his throat and over the mark you left on his collarbone, he tentatively removes his hand from your mouth and pushes some sweaty hair away from your forehead, you smile, “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m in love with you.”

Komaeda sucks a breath in through his teeth, and it is only then that you realise what you have said.

“Oh GOD. I didn't - I'm so sorry.” your eyes are wide, you’re ready for him to jump up and bolt out of the room, “I just thought it and then i said it, and jesus christ im so sorry-”

You’re cut off by his lips. The kiss is gentler, less desperate, but filled with the depth of passion. He starts thrusting in and out of you again, and you gasp in surprise at the feeling. He pulls away from the kiss, and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as one of his hands slips down under your knee. He pushes your leg up higher and you choke on a moan at how much deeper this new angle feels.

A high-pitched whine leaves his throat as he continues moving inside of you, he swallows, “I...I love you too.”

“Aaah... ahhh .” You’re so close at this point, the coiling in your stomach is about ready to snap, “I love you so much, I want your cum, please! ”

“I’ll give it to you, I...hah...I’ll fill you up...is that what you want?”

His hand slips down to your clit and you shriek , clenching hard around his cock, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m close...i'm so close…”

“I’m gonna...I...I…”

A moan rips through you as your climax finally hits, for the first time this day your mind is void of thoughts. All you can do is feel . Your fingers dig into the bedsheet under you, and your legs tighten around Komaeda’s waist. He writhes and moans above you, he just keeps going, harder and harder and harder, and then, with a heavy groan you feel him release inside of you.

“Thank...you…” you mutter, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Before Komaeda has a chance to say anything in return, someone clears their throat on the other side of the door. The two of you freeze.

“Are you two done?” Hinata asks, he sounds exasperated.

Komaeda clears his throat, “Um...yeah...pretty much.”

“His dick is literally still inside of me! Maybe give us a few minutes!” You wince at the blunt sentence that just left your mouth, Komaeda is clearly trying not to laugh, you huff “Sorry Hinata! I can't help it!”

This disease was going to be the death of you.

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kachuuyaa · 3 years ago

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##MELANCHOLY'S INTOXiCATiON — genshin impact

g.i, kaeya, fic? drabble?

1CHARACTER; KAEYA

2GENRE; fluff? i dunno

3INCLUDES; alcohol, kaeya being drunk, kaeya, reader being sick and tired Damn u just want to sleep, u playing the piano because youre a Good Friend 🤣💥😲⁉️😲

4AUTHOR’S NOTES ?! sometimes i want to hug kaeya sometimes i want to punch him 😘🤨 love him though he’s just an asshole sometimes your honor

5SYNOPSIS; was it intoxication that led them to you? They say you succumb to impulsiveness when you drink, but was it really impulsiveness when they showed up at your doorstep? In which, they stumble onto your house, inebriated and miserable. out of pity, (at least, that's what you say) you lay them on your couch and play a piano piece for them. Since when did you play the piano?

..WAS IT A HARD DAY FOR HIM? HE himself didn't know. Whatever it is, it ended up being one of those nights. his breathing unstable, head down low, fingers entangling a glass of the famous Death After Noon. His memories, however, are what he's trying to forget for the night (as always, but really, he wouldn't admit it.) but, much to his displeasure, while he was trying to drown his life away with his drinks, his memories decide to drown him in. Kaeya liked to call himself confident and exceptional, but with you, his confidence seemed to lessen. How dare you, he thinks, familiar yet in denial with these feelings, how dare you make me able to feel such things, he thinks again, he blames you, it's a daily thing for him now, whenever his emotions go haywire, when he looks at you and feels— nervous, at first, why would he feel nervous? He knew the answer already. Although Kaeya Alberich, ever the cunning liar, thinks—oh, no, he knows, that it's but a crush. Now, though? Oh, how you've swept said Cavalry Captain, he's absolutely smitten for you, and he wonders if you are too. He doesn't know, nor he doesn't care how many ounces he has drunk, but it seems enough for him to get sent out by his beloved brother. A scowl printed on the redhead's face, snatching his brother's cup when he was about to order— again. Seriously, when he's in love, (was that the right word to describe it, now?) he managed to get more annoying, that doesn't make him less irresistible. (at least, that's what he thinks.) Diluc only sighs, however, concern replacing his aloof demeanor. they weren't on the best of terms, per se— scratch that, they weren't on good terms. Have you ever seen Diluc without his scowl whenever his eyes land on Kaeya? "Go home, Kaeya." Diluc warns, but Kaeya only smiles, "Is dear brother worried for me?" He says, slurred— but his stepbrother was able to notice the slight tease on his tone. He clicked his tongue, turning away, to revel in the light the moon provided. It's almost like the sky, the gods, were mocking the cavalry captain. His periwinkle eye shines under the twilight, making his face a sight to those who noticed. He grunts, standing up from his seat, legs a bit wobbly due to the amount of drinking he had done. a few crack of his joints, he managed to stand up straight— for a few seconds, that is. He turns around, back to where his stepbrother was last seen, "See you soon, brother, goo— ah," he spoke, a pained click of his tongue was heard; he gained a headache. "Good night." He managed to voice out, stepping out of the tavern, footsteps uneven and vision blurred. He could only imagine a faint "take care of yourself, Kaeya." from Diluc.

A knock on your door, who could it be? At this hour, as well? [Name], ever the overthinker. Capable of replacing Kaeya's position on the Knights Of Favonius, do you think? You really did not have the energy to tend to anyone today. Although you really didn't do anything today, let's gloss over that. The moon— reminds you of that periwinkle eye that never seems to leave your figure. You weren't an idiot, you knew, but what you didn't know, was did he know that you know? He didn't, actually. He tried being subtle; he thought he was being subtle. He was described as observant, yet he still doesn't know that he's not being subtle; was it on purpose? You didn't know, and yet, you can't find yourself to care. You just needed confirmation. To be fair, when you dream about him and when he manages to have the key to your heart, does that mean you love him? Another knock, this time, louder. Letting out a 'tch' in frustration, you get up, walking to the door as slowly as possible. Was it cruel, to make the unexpected and definitely unwanted visitor wait for a while? To you, obviously not. You were about to sleep, for fucks' sake. Turning the doorknob, You were met with quite an unexpected sight. Kaeya, the man you were thinking about just a few moments ago, slumped on the wall near your door, clothes disheveled, lips stained with what you could make out as wine, hair tousled, some strands falling on his face, a slight blush on his cheeks— something you have never seen before, and his hands were placed on his forehead. He was heavily breathing and seemed to have put your attention on you when you oh so softly called out his name. "Hello, darling," the pet name rolled off his tongue before he could prevent it. Was this man trying to kill you? If he is, he's doing a damn good job. (just like he always is.) with his noticeable, yet unique eyes boring into your own, his features being illuminated, courtesy of the moonlight. Quickly snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to the man looking at you. "Why.." you made a circling motion with your pointer finger, to which Kaeya chuckled at. His voice, raspy, entered your ears and led you to the conclusion that he was, once again, drunk. "I think you have an idea, princess." He said, the pet name once again leaving his mouth. You could feel your face heating up, however, that was the least of your concerns. "Anyways.." He trailed off, cocking his head to the door, "Are you gonna let me in?" He really didn't want to entertain any questions relating to why he came to your house instead of his, (once again, he decides to blame it on his feelings-- on you) but he decides to play along; that's what he does best, no?

You reluctantly let him in, hearing a relieved ‘thank you’ from the blue-haired man. Contemplating whether to make him sleep on the couch or in the guest bedroom— did you even have one? You forgot the interior of your house due to how tired you are. Not that you were complaining, thinking makes your head hurt on nights like these. in the middle of your internal monologue, Kaeya made himself comfortable on your couch; a squeak was heard when he was shifting. You quickly shifted your gaze to the man who is now in front of you. Silence fills the canvas that is the sky and your living room. "Remove your accessories," You mumble, hoping that he would hear it. He flicked his head to you, smirking, "At least take me out for drinks," He teased, and you couldn't help but deadpan at him. Oh, you’re taking him out alright. With a sword. Although intoxicated, his teasing was still unrelenting. He obeyed you, either way, taking off his cape, (was it a cape? it looks like so.) and his pelt of fur, placing them carefully on the small coffee table in front of him. Then, his boots came off as well. "Enjoying the view, hm?" He cooed, locking his eyes with yours, and you let out an amused hum, unfazed by his antics. "Right," you really don't want to deal with this today. It's late at night, and this Cavalry Captain decided to barge into your doorstep. You didn't want to ask why, though, he'll tease you relentlessly while avoiding the topic. You grabbed some spare pillows and blankets from your other room. Internally clicking your tongue and cursing him out in your mind, you halted your footsteps when you saw him sleeping. His mouth was slightly agape and his legs were (long, was your first thought) bent so he could fit on your couch. Snickering to yourself, you gently lifted his head up to put the pillow below him, and a blanket on top of him. Thinking about it, you doubted the reason why he came here was to bring false hope. To make you believe that you actually had the chance to be with the Kaeya Alberich, the proclaimed bachelor of Mondstadt. You knew how many people would kill to be in your place right now, but that, you could care less about. Kaeya was unpredictable; you knew. You kept learning new things about him every day, but to others, it may seem that he could read you like the back of your hand. He wasn't wrong, nor was he right, but the things you do are sometimes predictable, some even more so than others. You surprise him, you really do; you could learn things and adapt to certain situations in a snap, and that was probably what allured him. You were attractive, it was obvious, it doesn't take a genius to see that, but what attracted him was the personality you never showed to people. It was a privilege to Kaeya, to him, at least. You sighed, walking towards your grand piano in the center of the living room, light reflecting from its material. You made sure your footsteps were soft so as not to disturb the man on your couch, and you sat down. A melody won't hurt, would it?

your fingers worked their way to the keyboard, and then, you play. Your fingers were like weavers— skilfully weaving a masterpiece and satisfying its client, and you— clearly you weren't going to fail such powerful pianists, now would you? You were painting a canvas using your fingers, pressing on its keys ever so gently; the music traveling with the wind. You had a natural talent for piano, it was obvious, you never had a hard time implementing piano pieces onto your head. Your fingers were single-handedly forming a story on their own on the piano, pressing onto its tiles and carefully playing each note. Kaeya, on the other hand, was never asleep. This was one of the moments where you never fail to surprise him. Piano? Since when were you able to play such an instrument? You never mentioned such a thing to him, nor to anyone he could recall. Could he say that this melody you were playing, just for him, made him fall even harder? It was a pit that he could never escape, he realized that. Maybe the reason why he was here was that he was looking for you. He knew that he loved you, he's not denying it anymore. Who knew that such a simple piece could impact someone's thoughts—

Kaeya's thoughts? Simple, because it was you who was playing it, you, the person who he has fallen in love with, who never fails to make his heart race even when you just spare a glance at him, and you, who has amazed him in more ways than one. He slept soundly to the tune of your melody, dreaming about you, and he wondered, are you dreaming about him too?

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milkybonya · 3 years ago

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are reqs open? if so, wooseok imagine where him and his s/o get into their first argument?

reqs are most definitely open! i'm sorry it took me so long, and if you're reading this, thank you for waiting and i hope you enjoy <3

first argument with Wooseok

Warnings: angst

Pairing: boyfriend!wooseok x gender neutral reader

[a/n]: i am OBSESSED with racket boys so like feel free to talk with me about it if anyone wants to hhh i love their chemistry as friends but also as a team :( and gosh i wanna see more of Bang Yoondam and Hansol aHHH

"[y/n], where are my grey sweatpants?" Wooseok asks you, approaching you from your shared bedroom.

"I washed them," you say, from your spot on the couch.

He sighs.

"You did what?"

"I. Washed. Them."

"[y/n], how could you! I told you those sweatpants are special! They need to be hand-washed," he grumbles.

"They look like every other pair of sweatpants to me," you mumble, continuing to flip through channels.

"What?!"

"Wooseok, give it a rest, would you," you say.

"No, [y/n]. I can't give it a rest anymore. Look at the way you're talking to me! I seriously love those sweatpants..."

"Wooseok, just get a new pair! Stop bugging me."

You're usually not this bitter with your boyfriend, but you must admit that it's been a long day for you, too. Neither of you are in a good mood.

"I can't get a new pair, [y/n]. They stopped selling those pants years ago."

"Well what do you want me to do?" you ask.

"Apologize. And look at me when I'm talking!"

"I'm sorry," you say, looking at him briefly before returning your gaze to the tv.

"No you're not. And I'm still talking to you," Wooseok huffs, pushing the remote out of your hand and pulling your wrist towards him. His tight grip makes you yelp, but he doesn't let go, only loosening his grip instead.

"It hurts," you whine.

"Yeah, same here. My heart is broken cause of you."

You blink at him, wondering why he's so upset over a pair of sweatpants.

"All you ever do is break my heart, [y/n]. You're so careless, washing my sweatpants without my permission, locking me out of the apartment..."

"That was one time!"

"No, [y/n]. It's not just these things. There's so much more and I'm so tired of it. Living with you was supposed to be fun, but it's draining me."

Your bottom lip begins to wobble hearing Wooseok's words.

He sighs, biting his own lip.

"I need to stop... I'm so tired and in a bad mood. I should go for a walk."

He leaves the apartment and leaves you holding back your tears while clenching your fist. Even though you thought ignoring all the small problems you both faced would help your and Wooseok's relationship prosper, it created a mess in the end.

But Wooseok being the calm, pure-hearted person he is, soon returns with your favourite takeout food and a small bouquet of flowers. His smile is as wide as ever as you take the flowers and food from him and wrap your arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry all of this happened... I should've watched my words," Wooseok mumbles into your hair.

"Don't be sorry," you tell him.

"We should've just let ourselves argue a little sooner, even over smaller things. We could've resolved them one by one and avoided this."

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a-crimson-dawn · 3 years ago

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Ice Skating - MAC Day 3

He looked to the frozen lake, a little uncertain. Then back, to the skates on the ground that he'd only gotten that day, thanks to a certain lioness' initiative as she dragged him along while the lakes were still frozen to skate with her. When he told her he didn't have skates - thus wanting to worm his way out of going, as he had no idea how to skate and didn't want to risk embarrassing them both by slipping and falling flat on his rear the moment he stepped out onto the ice - she had dragged him off, going from shop to shop, not giving him the time to protest as she found a pair of fitting skates. They didn't appear safe. In fact, they looked like they could slice your skin open very easily, even cutting an important artery if you were particularly unlucky, and he had no idea how one remained steady wearing them.

"Don't tell me you've never been ice-skating?" Mereoleona looked at William incredulously, as he shrugged.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"Well, you did tell me not to tell you that I've never been ice-skating, so," he responded evasively.

That seemed to light a fire of determination under her though. "Alright. That settles it. You'll be learning how to skate today," she grinned.

"But-"

"I mean, how on earth do you plan on keeping up with me if you can't skate? Besides, it'll be fun." Of that, he wasn't quite so sure.

Even so, she seemed eager, and well, he didn't want to ruin her fun. So he began putting on the skates, questioning how he was supposed to even stand in them. But Mereoleona seemed to be doing just fine, walking relatively normally on them until she got to the lake, where she began sliding instead, quickly getting into a rhythm and then starting to do circles around the lake's edge while William still struggled to even get up up. And when he did, there was the prevailing fear of falling constantly nagging at him.

Wobbling his way over to the edge of the frozen lake, he wished he had something to grab onto. Alas, there were only trees and they seemed to mostly be either away from the waters edge, or too small-looking to provide enough support without their branches breaking off.

He halted as he got to the ice. Then, he looked down to the snow covered ground. Then, back up and ahead, to Mereoleona.

"Well, aren't you coming? Don't tell me the captain of the Golden Dawn is afraid of a little ice..."

"Doesn't it bother you that you could, I don't know, fall back, hit your head hard, and even temporarily or permanently lose your sight...?" After all, the part of the brain connected to vision was at the back.

"...Don't you risk that very same thing every day while fighting off bandits and invaders?"

"Well, maybe I don't want to add to those risks."

"The likelihood of you actually going blind even if you suffer a brain injury isn't that high... I mean, if it were, either no one would take that risk, or we'd be having a lot more blind people."

She sighed, skating over to him, before tugging at his arm. "It'll be fine, Vangeance."

Well, she did have a point about blindness. But what about other injuries? Blood? Was the ice even thick enough? "How thick even is this...?"

"Thick enough," she shrugged. She pulled him onto the ice, which at first almost made him fall, before he managed to steady himself against her as she laughed. "Seriously, you need to learn how to relax."

"Alright... I'll try to relax." Which wasn't going to be easy.

The lioness then pulled away, which did nothing to ease his worries and skated off once more, this time slower. He watched her, trying to mimic her movements, and, at first, failing horrible, as he moved across the ice slowly and unsteadily. Every now and again, he'd look back down, worried that he might do something wrong, but that only made him more unbalanced, so he tried to remain focused on Mereoleona.

And for a while, it helped.

Right until it didn't.

He didn't realise that he was near the lake shore until he was just a couple metres from it, and had to take a sharp turn. That in itself wasn't problematic - he managed that - but following that, he lost much of his balanced.

He wobbled.

Panicked.

Tried to steady himself, in vain.

Then fell.

Beneath him, the ice was solid. And above him, the sky was still blue. So he hadn't gone blind. He also hadn't broken or sprained a limb, there was no blood, although he did probably bruise, but that was hardly the end of the world. He breathed out, relieved and shaken.

That went... better than expected.

He could hear laughter. "Looks like you've got a natural talent, Vangeance... for falling. I mean, you've been skating for what, five minutes, and you've already fallen?" Mereoleona skated up to him, helping him steady himself as he stood up.

He looked away, a blush forming on his cheeks. "Very funny," he murmured, but despite her teasing it felt quite pleasant being near her. She was definitely a lot warmer than the ice.

"You don't seem to have gone blind by the way," she pointed out.

He sighed. "Yes, yes, you were right. I was wrong, can we move on now?"

"Only if you manage to catch up to me," she exclaimed. Reversing she turned around and skated on, this time speeding up. How was he supposed to keep up? He was barely steady and sure of himself at a snail's pace. But this woman was practically sprinting on ice - or, at least, doing the sliding version of it - at the speed of a figure or hockey skater... there was no way he could compare to that. At times she even looked like she was literally running on ice. He was hesitant to lift a single foot off the ice when skating, only doing so to pick up speed or resume sliding in what was probably a rather childish way... just sliding from side to side to increase the distance he could go without needing to really move his feet so much as his legs, as he was still mildly nervous about falling.

Still, he figured it couldn't hurt if he employed a little cleverness. Being closer to the inside of the lake meant smaller circles and being able to essentially catch up to her as she was going back, with less risk of doing something incredibly dumb in trying to catch up to her that would end with him falling on his face or back, or in a very awkward angle on his legs. So he took off for the centre of the lake, trying to keep the concern about thin ice at bay.

"Honestly, I expected you to simply wait for me and "catch up to me" once I pass you again," Mereoleona commented as she whizzed past him, far too fast to catch up to in spite of his effort, "not that I plan on making it that easy for you."

Now that he thought about it... that would have been an easier way to do it. But he still suspected Mereoleona would have overtaken him with ease before he could even set off.

Taking off again, he tried once more, this time trying to mimic her movements. At times, he would almost fall and then steady himself, partly with his arms and by shifting his weight as best he could to balance himself out again. As time went on, the skating went more smoothly, turning, sliding, he was sure he even managed to figure out how to stop, without ending up on his rear to do so... though that might have also been a fluke. Mostly he just waited for his momentum to die down, as it never seemed that Mereoelona needed to break.

And as his steadiness improved and most of his worries disappeared, the trees around the lake reappeared, along with the beauty of the winter wonderland surrounding them. This place was definitely something when one wasn't worried about the perils of whatever they were doing here.

And despite her attribute being fire, not ice, Mereoleona seemed to be in her element here, just anywhere else. The royal must have had a very active and sporty childhood, because he wasn't sure that many people - even amongst the royals and nobles had the energy and skill she appeared to have. He was sure some did, some might have even been more graceful and artful about it, but then again, the lioness had never been particularly refined or delicate.

Eventually, he seemed to find himself at her side, though that was almost certainly because she had chosen to slow down. "So, still afraid of dying a horribly gruesome death on ice?" she asked him, as they slid closer to the centre of the lake.

"Not as much as before, no," he chuckled.

She grinned. "Does that mean I can expect you to join me next time again...?"

"Well, if I have the ti-"

He must have done something wrong, because the next thing he knew he was losing his balance and falling back. But this time, it didn't end with just solid ice. He heard cracking. His eyes widened and he froze in dread.

Fortunately for him, Mereoleona's responses were fast and far more sensible, as she skated up to him, pulling him away from the ice, and pushing him a few metres from where the thinnest area, with the help of her fire paws.

"What the he-!?"

He let out a gasp when the ice under Mereoleona broke and she disappeared into the cold waters. Finally breaking out of his terrified trance he took out his grimoire, hoping to pull her out of her.

But before he could, the lioness shot up from the water, looking awfully bitter, but otherwise thankfully unharmed, and surrounded by mana. "Which bastard messed with this lake?!" she yelled at the sky, as if it could give her an answer. "I had it reinforced just this morning, dammit!"

In the meantime, William could only be relieved to see that she was safe.

A shadow passed across the lake, looking very familiar.

The two mages looked up, seeing a familiar orange form flying past the sky. "Fuegoleon, you bastard!"

Not long after, Salamander landed on one of the shorelines, and Fuegoleon got off, looking sheepish. "Sorry, I didn't think anyone went here besides animals and I need a place to train with Salamander..."

"Do the words "Ultime Volcano" mean anything to you?!" Mereoleona sounded mighty pissed. "You could have killed us, you big idiot!"

"Well, maybe you should have gone to an ice-rink if you wanted to skate instead of a lake."

"Maybe I didn't want to."

"Maybe I didn't want to train at the volcano," the male sibling countered.

Looking between them, William couldn't help but smile. Despite how loud they were and their arguments, those were much more the type of family he'd wanted to be a part of than the noble household he'd lived in for 7 years of his life.

"Don't you have any other places to take your fire gecko -"

"Fire Salamander," Fuegoleon corrected her.

"Don't care, just take your flying Charmander-"

"Salamander."

"-somewhere else."

"Alright then," he didn't look entirely pleased by that, but looked over to Salamander nonetheless, who was currently hiding behind the man, looking as though he were intimidated by something - possibly by Mereoleona. Once he'd mounted his spirit, he looked over to William. "Oh, and -"

"Out!" Mereoleona cut him off.

"Nevermind, I'll talk to you later." Wise idea, judging by his sister's impatience. With that, he took off to the sky.

Once he was gone and they were both back on solid ground - a relief for William, who was more than a little impatient to free himself from the ice skates and go back to wearing boots - the woman pulled him in closer to her. "You idiot..." she muttered.

He laughed. "What did I do now to deserve your wrath?"

"You could have... why didn't you move...?"

He frowned. So it was about that moment where he froze up. He wasn't really sure of why that had been the case either. It was just something that happened. He'd always been like that, ever since he was a child.

"Well, I'm alright, thanks to you, aren't I...?" he hadn't expected her to be this bothered about it though.

Looking at her, he could see her biting her lip, looking upset. "And if I'm not there next time you freeze up like that? What if there is no one else there next time? Would you be alright then?"

"... I don't know..."

"I suppose you'll just have to postpone your talk with Fuegoleon then," she decided. Then she grabbed him with her firepaws, dragging him off to the aforementioned volcano. "Either I scare that freeze instinct out of you, or you learn how to react faster, your choice, Vangeance."

"Mereoleona..."

"And if you think you can sweet talk your way out of this-"

"I was going to say "thank you"."

Seeming stumped, she fell silent for a few seconds, a blush forming on her face. "Don't think I'm going to go easy on you either," she eventually said.

#black clover #mereoleona x william #william x mereoleona #merilliam #william vangeance #mereoleona vermillion #christmas

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camelliacats · 3 years ago

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S.O.S.O.S.

For Drabble Tag, with the prompt rain in Paris.

Fic: "S.O.S.O.S." [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: established!Seamus Finnigan/Cho Chang

Rating: K+

Words: ~910

Additional info: romance, hurt/comfort, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: It was a "sort-of" SOS—they didn't need a complete upheaval, only a change of pace.

"There's a Tutshill match on Saturday—d'you want ter go?"

Cho folded her arms across the top of her knees and sighed, placing her chin on her arms. "No, Seamus, not really."

The Irish lad walked over to her and sat beside her on the arm of her chair. "Oi. You 'ave ter get out o' this funk o' yers." He nudged her arm. "What's wrong, Chang?" Seamus' voice softened. "Aintcha 'appy?"

She flinched—either at his words or at his tone, Seamus didn't know. Either way, she met his eyes. "What? Of course I am!"

He raised his eyebrows. At least he knew by now not to point out how defensive she sounded. "Then 'ow about a change o' scenery?" He was already unfolding her from the chair and pulling her up by her hands before she could protest.

"Where, Seamus? It's been two years, but this country is still being reconstructed."

"Don't I know it. Where d'you think most o' our mates are? They're busy rebuildin' th' Wizardin' world." He shrugged and drew her over to the front door of her flat, where he helped her into a light cloak before he slipped his own on. "Come on. Let's 'ave a flight."

Cho furrowed her brow. She wasn't convinced, clearly, but she didn't protest as they headed outside and he motioned her to follow him behind her building.

"All right, choose: Across th' English Channel or over th' Strait o' Dover."

Her brown eyes bugged out of her head. "WHAT?! Seamus, that's—! You can't—!"

"Fer you, I will. So choose."

Her cheeks took on some rosy color. "W-Well, you're not as a strong a flier as me, so—the strait."

Seamus nodded. Then, without preamble, he Disapparated on the spot, bringing Cho along with him.

"You're insane!" Cho howled over the winds after they landed in a small field behind someone's house in Dover. "You can't seriously think we're going to fly off suddenly to another country?!"

But he'd knelt already, stacking two smooth stones together with a flattened blade of grass between them, and he cast a Compass Charm. "So if north's that way…," he mumbled, watching the blade wobble and turn, "then France must be…" He pointed in front of them.

Cho shook her head and took his hand to yank him back to his feet. "No, Finnigan, France is southwest from where we're standing."

Seamus reddened. "Just fly already, Chang…!"

They both withdrew their brooms from Expanded, inner cloak pockets and mounted them, but Cho was right. What probably should've been an easy, hour-or-less flight for her was slow-going for him, since he'd never trained—hell, he'd never had more than that first year of Flying Class from Madam Hooch during school. Still, Cho never flew far ahead of him and never said anything when she'd realize Seamus lagging behind, though there was mirth in her eyes and a smile toyed with her lips each and every time she looped back to his side.

When they landed on French soil, Seamus all but fell off his broom. He wanted to gripe, even though this had been his idea, but he had no breath to form words.

Cho sighed and gave him a moment. Then she helped him to his feet once more and breathed some life back into him with a brief snog. They stayed together that way for a minute more, with her arms around his neck and his hands on her waist beneath her cloak, foreheads resting together. A strong wind threatened to ruin the moment, and Cho giggled. "Let me handle the Apparition this time, yeah? Hopefully somewhere nicer."

Seamus nodded, leaning in to her, resting his head by the crook of her neck and catching the faint scent of her perfume before the spell's distinctive POP snipped them from the dreary seaside landscape to transport them to—

"You've got to be joking." Cho's shoulders slumped. "Rain. Even here, in Paris. Revered Rowena, did we bring the crappy weather with us?!"

Seamus pulled up the hood of his cloak and did the same for Cho, who was too gobsmacked by the awful weather to move. "Cho, luv, c'mon. You'll get soaked—"

"What's the point?" she retorted. She didn't budge this time from the mouth of the alley in which they'd landed. "Rain here, rain there. You-Know-Who's reach could've destroyed parts of Wizarding Paris, for all we know. It's the same everywhere. And people are rebuilding. Everyone is rebuilding, except us—"

"Cho." Seamus turned her to face him and even lit up the alley with wandlight so she could see him in the gloom. "Yes, it's a process. Yes, others are doin' th' rebuildin', luv. Not everyone is cut out ter sort out th' world's messes. I promise, you'll see Marietta again. I know it was a turn, tha' she'd volunteer ter work wit' 'Ermione after everything, but she knows a bit about 'ow th' Ministry works, an' she's cut out for it. Marietta isn't movin' on without you, I'm certain. I know you 'aven't seen 'er in a while, but it's not forever, luv."

Cho froze and crumbled then, in his arms. She always cried when faced with the truth, but at least she was facing her feelings this time.

And Seamus, as he had since the war ended, would be there to hold her, even if he wasn't the one able to fix things for her.

WHOOPS. This…was left as a draft in my files in 2013, *lol*. And back then I did not yet have the good habit I currently possess, which is to jot down my idea even if I can't write the entire thing in that moment. SO! I left the opening three paragraphs from 2013 after deciding to work with them and, after surprisingly recalling the gist of the summary I had in mind for this drabble, was able to write the rest! And, ngl, it helps to be hella inspired by a pal who's blazing thru her own old WIPs (lookin' at you, kimmy :P). So, yeah. Turned it into story where Chomus doesn't have a prob but Seamus comforts his gf bc of a stunning twist with her bestie! But only bc I adore Mari so much. (Honestly, tho, one rly wonders if Mari could ever work with 'Mione at the MoM. Hrmm.) Anywho!

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #chomus #seamus finnigan #cho chang #<1000 #romance #hurt/comfort #rated: PG #trio era #3rd POV

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heir-of-talon · 4 years ago

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Another chapter with my favourite ship. But maybe I should wreck it?

HEIR OF TALON 3

Warnings: explicit/underage

Summary:

Garret and Ember spend a day together trying to have fun.

Boy of summer

Garret

I woke up aroused and confused entangled in Ember's warm body. She was asleep, with her thigh carelessly thrown across my hips, her arm resting on my chest with the palm over my rapidly beating heart. I laid motionless for a while enjoying the touch of our bodies, feeling her breath on my neck and wishing that we could stay like this forever. But how could we with all the work awaiting us? This was not a good life for a young girl. Not that I knew much about it, yet still I could see her fading away, every time I saw her she was less lively, less herself and more tired, sad or angry. She insisted that this was what she wanted, that this was important to her. But the Order was less and less important to me. With each group of survivors emerging I could see, that the Order of St George was founded on values, that I could no longer share or excuse. I only continued as their commander to ensure, that the Order will not bounce right back and attack the dragons. But maybe being away in order to protect Ember from a change of hearts in the Order I was failing her in other ways, that were just as important. There, bleak thoughts chased away excitement and pleasure. I needed to get up and get active to clear my head.

I tried gently to wriggle free of Ember's limbs when she tensed and a pair of green eyes snapped open pinning me with intense gaze. The tension and expression melted away almost immediately and she smiled lazily. "Good morning commander" she said raising on one elbow to gaze down at me. Her fingertips slowly traced irregular patterns on the bare skin of my chest sending sweet thrills into my stomach. She pouted her lips and my thoughts strayed to another time, when she was touching me like that, a cargo bed in a clearing in some forgotten end of woods. I wanted her so much, I gathered her closer to my chest with my one arm. "Good morning ma'am, any special wishes for your humble servant?" She giggled and patted me mockingly. "Don't! Think if somebody hears us now? That would ruin the alliance. They would think I have you in thrall." She teased. "Maybe you do?" I said solemnly. "I do what?" She asked. "Have me in thrall. Because I feel that I would do anything for you without giving it a second thought". I looked deep into her eyes letting the joke and the truth sink in. Ember smiled and kissed me, pressing her body closer to mine. I ran my hand down her back and ass and felt heat kindling again in the pit of my stomach. She felt my cock pressing at her thigh and purred with delight before she straddled me grinding her breasts and belly against my upper body. I held her and kissed her, tasting her tongue and breath. I wanted her, my loins were on fire aching with desire and she was right there on top of me, warm and eager. I wanted her to burn me again, if she must. I just needed to be as close as possible. Some part of me seemed melting and running into her already. I felt my heart burning for her when my hands slipped under her t-shirt and stroked her back and sides of her breast, that were pressed tightly against me. I gripped her ass with my other hand. We needed to get her out of these clothes. I peered into Ember's eyes to tell her that and my voice caught in my throat. I could feel blood chilling in my veins. The impression was there and gone but I suddenly felt strange premonition and a thought crossed my mind, that she could just as well be on another planet the way things were. As if some illusion got dispelled by whatever I found on the bottom of the smiling green eyes. So I took her face in both my hands, kissed her briefly and asked. "What do you want to do today?"

"How about nothing?" She said. "I should probably go to my office and grant a ratification of Viper's agreement." She mused, her forehead creasing. "What are you going to do?" She asked. "I'm taking a day off to maintain my dragon girlfriend" I said smiling. "She can literally breath fire and bite my head off and I've been rather neglecting her lately..." Ember smiled happily and kissed me. "Deal. I cannot believe it is the soldier who talks me into skipping work!" She laughed. I rolled to the side making her to lay down beside me and kissing her. We kissed and touched for some time and it was great even though some of the strangely unpleasant feeling lingered in my chest. At last Ember declared herself famished and we decided to leave the bed and seek some breakfast.

*****

I walked towards the waterline with my newly bought and waxed surfing board. Ember let herself woo into buying a new high-tech board that doesn't require waxing by the attendant at the surfing shop and course centre by the beach. Then she proceeded to huff and puff and roll her eyes when I waxed mine with the attendant giving me tips and talking about how fine the weather was for surfing. When I was finished she ran towards the water and now waited for me in shallows beckoning for me to hurry. "Come on Garret! What is it? Are you regretting our bet?" She grinned. I said nothing watching distant surf ahead. "Don't worry, I'll treat you kindly when you lose." "How generous of you." I answered and started deeper into the water. I was exhilarated I could almost feel the vastness of the ocean surrounding me, the freedom calling to me. I looked at Ember and could see, that she had the same revelation. She was grinning madly with her eyes shining, there was nothing left of the exhausted girl in crumpled suit from yesterday. She might be CEO of Talon but she looked more like an overworked intern. It was quite a swim to reach the swells, but neither of us complained. Finally we were there and the wave was coming. Ember's attention focused completely on getting ready to catch it, so I decided to strike back. "How much money?!" I shouted. "What?" She seemed confused her eyes still focused on incoming swells. "How much money you bet on me being pounded more than you?!" "Million dollars soldier boy, you are going down!" She shouted and made to stand up anytime. "I cannot match that!" I teased her. "Million dollars against a daim!" She grinned madly and tried to stand up. I followed her suit and after wobbling a bit went tumbling off into turquoise waters. When I emerged and got water out of my eyes I saw Ember already recovering her board visibly enjoying herself.

Her enjoyment was somewhat diminished when, after three more approaches, where we both got wiped out, I managed to catch the wave and ride it without falling. The experience was almost overwhelming, after months of running, fighting and then managing what was left of the Order, I have almost forgotten, what it is like to do something for the sheer feeling of it. Three more rides and Ember was scowling, she fell off every time and finally, I could not enjoy this anymore. "Let's call it a day!" I shouted to her. "No! You don't get to win this easily!" She seemed close to tears and I could not stand the thought, that I have somehow caused this. I could not remember Ember being such a sour loser. I waded all the way to her and hugged her tightly. "Ember, it's not fun anymore. Let's go and get something to eat." Food managed to lift her spirits nine out of ten times. She looked at me as if she was about to say something nasty, but then she seemed to relax.

We got out of water, changed into dry clothes and drove to a steak house not far away. Over a steak that could cover her whole upper body Ember seemed to cheer up a bit. I watched amazed as the enormous piece of meat disappeared fast in this slip of a girl. It was fascinating, how could I ever have missed this ravenous appetite?

"Go on. Mock me. I deserve it." She said. "Come on Ember, can't we let it go? Or maybe agree on best out of three..." I did not care a bit about this wager, and it definitely was not worth Ember's discomfort for me. "No! I've lost miserably and now have to explain to Archivist, why exactly we have to transfer one million dollars to you." I was dumbstruck. "Don't even think about it! I wouldn't accept it. I didn't mean it seriously." She must have hit her head. "A bet is a bet. You might not have meant it, but I did." She said. "Why? Why would you want to bet a million to a daim on anything?". I was incredulous. "Because I was sure I'd win? Because I have all this millions and apparently can't use them on anything that would bring me joy..." Ember was tearing up again, it pained me to see her so fragile, she was definitely not well. I stood up and slipped into our booth on her side of the table. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her to my chest. "I don't want your money Ember. I love you. I want you to be happy. I know you feel that changing Talon is your responsibility, but maybe someone else could help to administrate the changes?" She looked at me doubtfully. "If you have that much money, maybe pay uncle Liam and aunt Sarah to take care of you in Crescent Beach until you turn eighteen? You could surf every day after school with Lexi and Calvin." I stopped seeing her gaping at me. Then she started to laugh, somewhat joyless, until it turned into sobs and she was weeping and I had no idea what to do other than to hold her.

At last she came to herself. "Oh Garret, how wonderful this would be. But it's impossible." "Why? Why is it impossible Ember? I am sick of the Order. They are adults, let them clean their own mess. We need to do other things in our lives than their bidding. Isn't that why you've rebelled in the first place?" She watched me in silence. "I would gladly leave the Order. Even if that meant I'd have to go to school and work at a gas station. If it meant that I could be with you." I stopped having said all I had to say.

"Oh my! Garret, you truly mean it?!" She said at last. Then she looked very conflicted. "They will never let us go Garret. I don't know if I can live a normal life. This is too much!" But I could feel that she was considering it, so I said. "You don't have to decide right now. Just think about it. I want very much to be with you. Even if you stay in Talon. I could be your bodyguard." Finally Ember's gaze softened. "You would do that for me? Leave the Order?" She said. "I already did. Something just got messed up underway and we ended up exactly, where we started." I said. I have been thinking a lot about our current situation and with each day, when I was away from Ember, fighting Order's battles in a war where there was neither honour nor fortune for me to win, I saw clearer how life was slipping through my fingers. It was possible that it would take more than human lifetime to change the Order and Talon. And even though I was granted extended life by Riley I felt, that this time would be wasted just as well. We would not be as we are, to move on, once the process is advanced enough to let it continue on its own. Ember was already changed beyond recognition after mere months of this life. I caught myself more and more often at hating the Order of St George and Talon and all the mess I was handling on the behalf of both. We had a choice. We've made this choice once, we could make it again. So I put my arms tightly around her and said. "I want to be with you Ember. You've told me, I can live for centuries. But my mind and heart are still human. I miss you. I feel I'm wasting my life being away and struggling to keep control of an organisation, that I'd rather leave. We could be together. I would take care of you while you're taking care of your business." Ember twisted in my embrace putting her arms around my waist and pressed her face to my chest, hugging me tightly. I held her feeling once again the rightness of this, this was where I was supposed to be. This was what I should be doing. At last she looked up at me with shining eyes. "I want that Garret. I miss you too. And Talon can be too much. But I'm afraid that if I just cash out few millions and leave, I'll wake up surrounded by Vipers some time soon. Talon must be at least partially dismantled before it's safe to leave it alone." She started frowning her look vacant. "Then let us work towards this together." I said. "Okay, let's do this together." She said calm now.

I moved back to sit in front of my cold food. Fortunately I have eaten enough before Ember started crying. We ordered waffles with softice for dessert and headed for Ember's apartment. In the car Ember spoke suddenly. "I think I'll give you the million anyways... don't protest. You don't have to use it if you don't want it. Think about it as something you're keeping safe for me, should I ever need it. Like an emergency trust found." It did not sit well with me. "Only if you consider my offer." I answered. "About Crescent Beach." "Deal, I'll think about it." She answered a bit too smugly. We drove back to city listening to old rock songs playing from the radio. Sun was slowly setting and the world was cast in this unreal light, that made it look like a place from a fairytale, like anything was possible.

***

We tumbled onto Ember's white sofa right after entering the apartment. Any weariness from being pounded and peddling for hours left me instantly. Ember pulled off her t-shirt and I cupped her warm soft breast in my hand feeling her heart beating wildly inside it. I bent to kiss it, tasting her skin and hard pointy nipple when my phone rang.

Only two people had this number, it was only to be used in case of emergency. "Ember it's emergency number." I said apologetically and fished the phone from my pants. It was Tristan. It could wait. I put it on silent and moved to lay between Ember's legs again when she braced her hand on my chest. "If it's an emergency shouldn't you check it?" She asked. I should but I don't want to. I thought, and aloud I said. "It's Tristan, he probably wants to know when I will be back." "Still you should check." She said pulling on her t-shirt and pressing her knees together leaving me with few other options. I groaned with disappointment and nestled in another corner of the sofa.

"What is it?" My voice was raspy and my tone was slightly impatient. I cleared my throat. "Have I interrupted something commander?!" Tristan sounded uncharacteristically sour. "Yes, get to the point." I was sure my discomfort could match whatever he felt. "An hour ago commander Knight, six of his people and his wife and daughter arrived. He claims to be commander of some southern chapterhouse, that I have never heard about. He says they're top secret intelligence team. Anyways he's already questioning alliance with dragons, threatening us all with persecution for treason and claiming command over Western Chapterhouse including you and me. So you better get here before he executes someone commander." Shit. Apparently I could not catch a break either.

I quickly reported news to Ember. "You should go right away Garret." She said solemnly. "This sounds serious and dangerous.... for our plans. You and Tristan are the only people inside the Order of St George, that I can trust. We can't risk you getting sidelined by some conservative bloodthirsty commander." As more and more blood circulated in my body I could see her point and had a few of my own to add, but I hated leaving her like that. "I don't want to leave you." I said. "You are not leaving me. You go away to make preparations for our escape." She gave me a brave smile and I kissed her hungrily, letting my hands roam her body, trying commit to memory as much of her as possible, the touch of soft warm skin, the taste of her lips, scent of her hair. I was about to suggest we wait with it till the morning, when she pulled away. "Go Garret. Call me when you know more. I'll help you any way I can, remember." She kissed me again. "I love you Garret. Even though I can't surf anymore." She added and followed me to the doors where she kissed me once more and stood watching, when I waited for the elevator.

#ember hill #fanfiction #julie kagawa #talon series #talon saga #garret xavier sebastian

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xeunoais · 5 years ago

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Better Half

(A/N: i seriously missed writing connor blurbs more than i can even explain!! oh and this is told from connor’s pov btw! anyways i hope you enjoy this lol)

Summary: You tried cooking Connor breakfast like he always does for you, even though you don’t cook whatsoever. Well it ends up turning into a big mess but he saves the day. I mean, you are each other’s better halves.

A groan left my throat as I waved my arm around the sheets, searching for something that apparently wasn't there.

I lifted my head up and cracked one eye open in the bright morning sun to see that she wasn't anywhere to be found.

My eyes found the bathroom that was open and empty as well. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed to see if she fell off while she was sleeping again and grunted when she wasn't there.

"Y/n?" I whispered.

No response. I fell back onto the bed and rubbed my eyes, blinking slowly as to adjust to the day before finally getting up. I looked down at my bare chest and sweatpants and decided that putting on a shirt wasn't worth the effort right now, got up and walked to the door of our room.

Once I opened the door and walked out a few feet, I heard some noises coming from our kitchen downstairs.

Maybe she's getting some cereal? I heard a few clanking sounds of pots or pans. Maybe it's a hungry burglar?

I listened a little closer as I walked down the stairs and could hear some angry mumbling that I definitely recognized as my Y/n's. Is she actually cooking for me? She never cooks.

My heart melted at the thought and I quickly, but quietly, made my way down the rest of the stairs so I could watch around the corner.

"Okay, now that its all mixed together I need to spray the pan and then I can cook it. Right?" She asked herself, looking at her phone that she had propped up against a stack of cooking books.

I laughed quietly to myself as I pictured her trying to use a cooking book before giving up and finding a video on YouTube.

"Okay so now I poor in the egg stuff," she trailed off as she carried a large mixing bowl to the stove.

I held my breath for a moment seeing as she had the flame as high as it would go and she was already struggling with the nearly full bowl of omelette mixings.

Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them. Please don't spill them.

I jumped down from the stairs when she lost grip of the bowl and all of the contents spilled over the counter, most luckily avoiding the stove.

Y/n quickly grabbed a dish towel from in front of the stove to try to clean up the mess that was continuing to spill onto the stove and screamed when the rag caught on fire.

"Baby, watch out," I spoke quickly taking the rag from her hand and tossing it into the sink that had been full of dishwater before turning off the stove.

I grabbed some paper towels and made a barrier between the stove and countertop to stop the mess from spreading too much before turning to look at Y/n.

I tried to look stern but I forgot almost immediately when I saw her standing there, tears in her eyes, and her left hand gripping her right wrist.

"I'm so sorry, Con. I just wanted to make you breakfast like you do for me and then I nearly caught the whole house on fucking fire and-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, stop." I stepped in front of her and put both of my hands on her cheeks, making her look at me.

"Don't beat yourself up, I think that you are an amazing cook and do you want to know why?" She didn't answer, just blinked and sniffled a little. "Because you keep trying," I pushed a strand of hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "And about the whole setting the house on fire," I pulled her in towards me in a hug, tucking her head beneath my chin.

"Nothing bad will ever happen as long as you let me be there to help you. Just like how I need you there to help me so that I don't do something dumb like build a skate ramp in our backyard and some other stupid shit that i blame Brian for making me want to do." I felt her let out a small laugh, her breath warming my still bare chest.

I kissed the top of her head before leaning back and sliding my hands down her arms to take a hold of her hands. I quickly let go when she let out a hiss at me touching her wrists.

"What? What's wrong? What did I do?" I could hear the panic in my own voice but I was too nervous that I had hurt her to care.

"No, no. It wasn't you," she sighed, lifting her right arm to show me the red burn that covered her hand around her thumb. It wasn't too horrible a burn but it was definitely going to blister.

"I think it happened when the rag caught on fire." Her cheeks were bright red, thin shiny tracks running down them from some of her tears spilling over from her eyes.

"Come here," I whispered, pulling her towards the kitchen island that hadn't been spilled on and I lifted her to sit on the counter. I went to our bathroom to grab our first aide kit and stood in between her legs.

After a few minutes of her giving me instructions on dressing her wound, she was all wrapped up and nearly done sniffling. I looked up from her wrist, into her eyes.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mhmm," she hummed in response, leaning back. "I'm just sad. I wanted so bad to make you a breakfast and I couldn't even do a simple omelette without starting a fire. What fiancé can't even do a simple omelette?"

"I mean, one day we might have kids and they're going to need food and all I can do is cereal! I'm going to be a useless mother and wife. God I'm already a useless fiancé." Tears were streaming down her face at this point and my heart felt like it could break.

"Don't say that." My voice came out deep and gruff, anger very clear in my tone. Her eyes widened in surprise before I continued.

"I will not allow a single person on this planet, including you, talk about the love of my life like that. You have so many great qualities that make you a fantastic fiancé and will make you an even more fantastic wife and mother."

She laughed, still not even remotely close to understanding how wonderful she is in my eyes.

"You are so patient and creative. Our kids won't have a second of boredom if you have anything to do about it. You are so caring and will be the best nurse whenever the fall and scrape their hand or knees. No matter what our kids go through you'll find a way to make them feel better. Do you even remember how we met?" A wobbly smile overtook her lips.

"You were riding your bike by my friend's and you crashed into a fence across the street from her house." she laughed at the memory.

"And then what happened?" I urged her on.

"And then I invited you to my house next door to her’s, helped you get all bandaged up." she rolled her eyes, her smile actually real now.

"That's right," I smiled, leaning in to give her a kiss. I sighed as her lips touched mine, that has always given me “butterflies” as she calls it, that I didn't know was possible before I met her.

"Thanks for breakfast by the way," I spoke.

"What are you talking about? I didn't even make anything edible! Plus, the whole kitchen is a mess!" Y/n laughed, letting me know that she wasn't upset anymore, just slightly annoyed with how things had turned out.

"Ah, but baby, it’s the thought that counts, is it not?" She laughed again and I quickly turned around to the fridge, pulling out a box of toaster strudels and handed them to her.

"I'll clean up if you cook?" I asked as she smiled.

"Deal," she said, hopping off the counter. We worked quickly, and soon Y/n and I had wiped off the counter and stove top and tossed everything else in the sink by the time that our breakfast was popping out of the toaster. We sat down at the island, our fingers interlocked as we took our first bites.

"Con," she said softly, making me turn to her. "Thank you for being my better half."

"And thank you for being mine." I kissed her temple and we finished our toaster strudels in comfortable silence.

This girl truly was my bestfriend. She has been ever since we were 13 and I crashed my bike into that fence and she doctored me up. She was and always will be the better half of me.

The End

(A/N: i hope you enjoyed this little connor blurb and remember feedback is highly appreciated!!)

#connor #brashier #connor brashier x y/n #connor brashier blurb #connor brashier fluff #connor brashier x reader #connor brashier imagine #connor brashier #connor brashier one shot

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flurrys-creativity · 5 years ago

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Purr-ty Cat-ch (Pretty Catch)

Pairing: Lee Know/Minho (Stray Kids) x Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Humour; Rating: PG-13, sfw; Warnings: mentions of being afraid of hights, cat stuck in a tree, mentions of some little violent solutions, and a tiny fall; Wordcount: 1.267

Summary: Usually you are the one falling for someone. Now with his cat on the tree it’s finally the other way round. Though you didn’t expect it to be quite literally now.

Autumn. Probably your favourite season of the year. It's not too cold and not too warm, nothing blossoms or blooms that could induce an allergic reaction. During the day you can normally dress and in the evening just snuggle up with your favourite hoodie and a hot chocolate on your couch. It was basically perfect living conditions.

The season provided you with a lot of fruits like apples and pears, or pumpkins and corn. The leaves changed their colours from simple green into various shades of yellow, orange and red. Even the light shining through the trees made everything magical.

You walked from the town centre, where you just bought a few new books to read, back to your home in the outskirts of this town. It was a little windy but the sun shone brightly down on you, warming your cheeks. You smiled happily taking in your surroundings. Besides from yourself there were no people around. You heard a few children laugh somewhere on a parallel street and birds chirping near you. Even a squirrel rushed around the branches of the trees, complaining loudly because of something that had happened just recently.

It didn't take you long to see why that squirrel was so upset. In a tree a few metres in front of you sat an orange white cat meowing loudly, as if it was screaming for help. You didn't think much about it since its owner seemed to be there already.

The moment you got closer though you noticed something was off. The owner stood on a ladder, holding tightly on it, his eyes pressed shut and he himself shook so violently even the ladder wobbled a little. He made no other movements and didn't try to reach out for the cat.

Without hesitation you dashed forward. You immediately grabbed onto the ladder as soon as you came to a halt in front of the guy, minimising the wobbling. “You need a hand?” Concern laced your voice while you stared up to his face.

He was handsome, even though almost all the blood was drained out of his face, leaving him ghostly white. A sharp jawline, a straight nose and skin that seemed flawless. Almost. A small and fresh scratch, probably from his cat, was on his right cheek.

Carefully he opened one eye a little, before he squeezed it shut again. “Ugh, i-it´s-sss a-alright,” he mumbled, not showing any form of improvement.

“You sure?”

His only response was a hesitant shake with his head.

“It's alright, really. I don't mind helping,” you reassured him, “I can get your cat down from the tree. We just need to switch places.”

“O-okay.”

“Great, then how about you step down that ladder?” You smiled, even though he had his eyes still closed tightly.

“I.. I can't,” he whispered.

“Oh. Okay, no problem, it's alright! Really!”

If it hadn't been obvious before you could clearly understand his problem now. He was afraid of heights and his fear was immobilising him. While he still shook like a leaf in the wind on the ladder, you searched for a solution.

You came up with several options. Firstly, since he wasn't so high up, to just push him down. With that option he wouldn't get seriously hurt but it could increase his traumatised opinion towards heights. So it was basically out of the question.

The second option was to somehow force him down. But you had no idea how you should force a grown man down a ladder. Therefore this wasn't really an option as well.

Your last idea was distraction. Basically the only shot you got. “I’m Y/N by the way. So, is this your only cat? What's its name?”

“M-Minho.”

“Minho? That’s a nice name. Not a typical name for a cat, I would say.” You shrugged with your shoulders but didn't mind at all.

“N-no, my name.”

You paused, with wide eyes, staring up at him. “Oh! It's your name! I’m so sorry! Anyway, it's nice to meet you Minho. Wanna tell me about your cat now?”

“It’s not m-my only cat.” The wavering in his voice lessened but his eyes remained closed.

“So you got more cats? How many?” You asked curiously, your eyes fixed on his body throughout the whole time. Silently and with your hands still stabilising the ladder you walked around it until you nearly stood behind him.

“Three.”

“Tell me about them.”

“Hmm.” He took a deep breath. Th-there is Soon-ie, Doong-ie and Dori.”

“Which one is sitting up there and glaring down at us?”

Minho chuckled dryly. “Doong-ie. He's a rascal.”

“Ah, I see. Chased that squirrel and got stuck up in that tree, huh?”

“A squirrel?” Surprised, Minho looked down at you. His brown eyes wide from the news. “You chased a squirrel?” He said with an accusing voice, staring back up to Doong-ie.

You took the chance and gently grabbed his ankle, tapping it lightly with your fingertips until he unconsciously balanced his weight on the other foot. While Minho continued to argue with his cat, which meowed loudly back at him, you pulled his foot one step down the ladder.

Before his discussion would stop and his distraction vanished, you chimed in again, asking him to tell you more about his other cats. He almost immediately started to talk about them; where he adopted them, which cat he got the longest and how they looked or what they were like.

Meanwhile you repeatedly pulled one foot after the other down. The whole procedure went totally great, only a few steps were missing. Minho talked and talked about his cats, not realising what you were doing. He even had his eyes open, looking up to Doong-ie the whole time and grinning like an idiot.

It was fine until said cat decided it got way too bored stuck up in that tree. Standing up and stretching it looked down, locating where it could jump to. Its gaze finally set on Minho himself.

“Doong-ie?!” Minho asked, alarmed, getting your attention from his feet up again to the cat. “What are you doing?”

The minute he said that the cat leaped forward. Panicked, Minho stretched his arms out to catch it, losing his balance the second of the impact. You screeched and jumped, your body moving on autopilot because you had no idea what to do.

The next thing you remembered was lying on the ground, Minho on top of you, holding Doong-ie tightly to his chest. You groaned in pain when your body finally registered the hurt. “Pretty catch, huh?” You laughed only to end frantically coughing.

Minho rolled off of you, mumbling incoherent excuses. Concerned, he knelt next to you, the cat still clutched to his chest, even though it looked kind of annoyed by now. “Are you hurt?”

“Nah, nothing's broken, I guess. I just kinda fell for you, didn’t I?” You smiled dumbly up at him, grinning even wider when you noticed the faint blush on his cheeks. “Are Soong-ie and Dori this troublesome too or is it just this little fella here?” You asked, petting its head gently, before sitting up again.

“Definitely not! How about some tea at my place and you’ll meet them? You will love them, I promise! They are just the most adorable cats on the whole planet.” Minho's gushing was stopped by the loud whining meow from Doong-ie.

You laughed lightheartedly. “Don’t worry Doong-ie! I love you little rascal too.” Looking back up at Minho, you added with a smile. “I’d like a hot tea very much right now, thank you.”

#lee minho #lee know #minho stray kids #stray kids #minhos cats #soongie #doongie #dori #idol #kpop #one shot #pretty catch

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Hello Marya :) I would like to request a headcanon or a prompt regarding our beloved couple referencing a song...~but, there's a catch...It's in a different language so that may be a bit of a challenge. Too bad I can't give you the English translation but the title of the song is "Kathang Isip" by Ben&Ben...I don't know why it reminds me of them every time I listen! We all know Amy would never give up but I just :'( *Sobs* (doesn't really matter if its Boom! or Modern!)

This was a little tricky, not gonna lie, but the song is lovely! As I read the lyrics, I could totally see moments where this was Sonamy, a good chunk I could even say was Sonic’s feelings, so I thought that really cool.

Song: (x) Lyrics: (x)

Prompt:

‘Di ba nga ito ang 'yong gusto (Isn’t this what you wanted?)

Amy is packing a suitcase, placing some things in before looking behind her, seeing with her glossy eyes the picture on top of the fireplace shelf.

O, ito'y lilisan na ako (Here, I’ll be leaving now)

It’s a photo of her hugging Sonic, remembering the moment as the picture comes to life. Sonic smiles and leans his head away from her on-coming affections. She nuzzles in close before laughing as he looks back to smile towards her. It’s a friendly scene… before she turns back with no expression, eyes half cut from the shot, and closes the suitcase. She storms out of the house.

Mga alaala'y ibabaon Kalakip ang tamis ng kahapon (I’ll burry the memories Along with yesterday’s sweet)

She covers her crying face with her arm, looking clearly upset as Sonic enters the scene from the opposite side, having walked up the road and stops to see her leave. No expression, just watching… steadily following her figure at a distance.

Mga gabing di namamalayang Oras ay lumilipad (On nights when I don’t notice Time flying by)

He opens the door, before looking around and walking in. He sees a faded memory of Amy preparing dinner, welcoming him in as she dusts off her hands on her apron and jumps into his arms,. He rubs the back of his head before stumbling a little back as she tackles into him, but nods in agreement at having dinner with her.

Mga sandaling lumalayag Kung sa'n man tayo mapadpad (Moments sailing away Wherever we go)

The image fades back to a dreary, dark dinner table in the other room, before he closes the door behind him without looking away from it, and walks up the stairs.

Amy is on top of a hill, before she stops, holding her suitcase in front of her, and turns to look back at the house.

Bawat kilig na nadarama(The excitement that I feel)

Sonic sits on the bed, holding his hand with his thumb in the center of the palm, and then closes his open hand and turns away, squinting his eyes closed. Camera pans right from close up.

Sa tuwing hawak ang iyong kamay(Every time I hold your hand)

Ito'y maling akala(It was a misinterpretation)

Amy close up too, her mouth forms down and to the side of her muzzle, before tears fall and she covers her face as she cries. Another Camera pan.

Isang malaking sablay(It was one huge miscalculation)

It flashes between Sonic getting up, Amy racing sloppily down the hill. Sonic kicking the ground, gripping his head as he rests his elbows on the dresser. Amy stumbling to the ground and her things falling out.

Pasensya ka na (I’m sorry)

Split screen of them crying, faces covered, but mouths panting through sobs is revealed.

Fade to black instantly.

Sa mga kathang isip kong ito Wari'y dala lang ng (For these imaginations of mine I just got carried away by)

Fade back to Amy on a bus, it rocking her back and force a bit as her eyes look soulless, void of light. Sonic walking out of the house, looking off in the distance Amy took off in.

Pagmamahal sa iyo (My love for you)

Sonic’s glossy eyes stare at the top of the hill, as her image appears instantly, dropping her bags and rushing to him before disappearing just as fast as he saw it.

Ako'y gigising na (Now I will wake up)

Sonic wakes up in trees with a startle, an arm up over his head, before his eyes slowly close in grief. Camera zoom up and away.

Sa panaginip kong ito (From this dream of mine)

Camera fades to black, then Amy setting her suitcase down in an empty apartment.

At sa wakas ay kusang (And finally, I will willingly)

There’s an image of Sonic’s hand that reaches to her own on the suitcase, holding it a moment.

Lalayo sa iyo (Walk away from you)

The image of his hand fades instantly, and she bundles her hand into a tight, grieful fist.

-Lalayo sa- (turn away from)

Her eyes are locked on her hand upon the suitcase… before swishing her head and having the camera quickly skim with another side-swipe pan to blur out until stopping on Classic Sonic and classic Amy first meeting.

Gaano kabilis nagsimula Gano'n katulin nawala (What started so quickly As it had vanished)

They both are seeing each other for the first time.. then that image vanishes into the wind.

Maaari ba tayong bumalik sa umpisa Upang 'di na mawasak ang pusong nag-iisa (Can we go back to the start So as not to break this lonely heart)

Side-wipe camera affects again to show more shadowy figures of Sonic and Amy. Amy leaning forward towards Sonic, hands behind her back, hair and dress moving in the wind. Sonic with a hand on his hip, slowly looking her way, with the wind on his quills.

Pasensya ka na (I’m sorry)

The image crumbles away.

Sa mga kathang isip kong ito Wari'y dala lang ng Pagmamahal sa iyoAko'y gigising na Sa panaginip kong ito sa wakas ay kusangLalayo sa iyo -Lalayo sa- (For these imaginations of mine I just got carried away by My love for you Now I will wake up From this dream of mine And finally, I will willingly Walk away from you turn away from)

Flashbacks to memorable Sonamy moments through Sonic x era and Canon games, but all in shadows. Quickly returns to Sonic and Amy at present. Amy walking down a city street, most likely Station Square, and moving her hair back as she turns to look off in the distance. Camera angles and moves up before quickly passing the sky and showing Sonic in an intense fight with Eggman. Looking like he’s taking it seriously as he blasts a robot through, dodges the explosion and missiles through the smoke, and charges back at Eggman’s laughing face before Eggman wobbles back in his Eggmobile.

Sumabay sa agos na isinulat ng tadhana Na minsan siya'y para sa ito (Going with the flow that destiny wrote That sometimes she’s the one for you)

Cuts from their to Sonic picking up a note left by Amy, opening it to see the tarot card for Destiny. He picks it up to look at how faded it is, before frowning.

Pero minsan siya'y paasa Tatakbo papalayo (But sometimes she’ll just lead you on I will run away)

Amy opens her door to find the tarot card on the ground outside it. She falls to her knees, covering her mouth as she slides against the door, overwhelmed with sorrow.

Kakalimutan ang lahat (I’ll forget it all) Ohh, Ohh, Ohh.

Sonic adjusts his gloves in the city, looking up at the big screens, seeing happy couples advertising some commercial, and walks on across the street.

Amy working, before leaving at night walking down the road and tieing her coat on. A car’s light flash on and approach her rapidly, as she turns with frightful, widened eyes to it.

Pero kahit sa'n man lumingon Nasusulyapan ang kahapon (But everywhere I look I see moments of yesterday)

Sonic stands at a grave, holding flowers, seeing images of her all around the place. Playing hopscotch on stones, spinning through open spaces, and leaning over to smile and laugh as though enjoying herself next to him before fading.

At sa aking bawat paghinga Ikaw ang nasa isip ko sinta (And with my every breath Darling it’s you who’s in my mind)

He falls to a knee, then the other, and lays the flowers down. Before leaning his head up, then crashing a fist down to the ground, crying out tears you can see for the first time. All this is on beat with the music.

Kaya pasensya ka na (So I’m sorry)

Sonic slowly breaking down for not going after her when she left. crying and prostrating himself on the ground. He opens an eye for a moment, before rubbing his head back against the ground near her grave.

A montage of Sonic going through daily things in his life, but Amy’s image always right beside him, turning ghostly and see-through, fading as he continues to live his life.

'Di ba nga ito ang 'yong gusto (Isn’t this what you wanted?)

Back at the grave sight, he’s back to crying on the ground, before looking up at the tombstone.

O, (Here,)

He drops the flowers.

ito'y lilisan na ako (I’ll be leaving now)

He walks away from her grave, as her image is holding the flowers, watching him go off screen.

(this hurt. Actually, it hurt a lot. but the song was beautiful~)

#sonamy #sonicxamy #tragic really #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #ben&ben #kathang isip #sonic prompt #sonamy prompt #musical prompt #amy rose #sad

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