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alastor-simp · 7 months ago

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Mates For Life - Alastor x Doe Reader (R18-NOT FOR MINORS)

❥WARNINGS: NSFW. NOT FOR MINORS (SCROLL AWAY IF YOU ARE UNDERAGED)

❥Summary: Charlie's Deer Friend (literally) attends the hotel and helps charlie with her endeavors. Alastor seems quite interested in the little doe and remains close. What happens when she goes into a rut in the middle of pride ring? How will Alastor amend the situation?

❥Tags: Alastor x female reader, rut, doe reader, reader in heat, sex, pregnancy, Alastor develops feelings, vox is an asshole, protective alastor, happy ending

❥Notes: Requested by @ohmylovewhereartthou-blog . Enjoy!

"AHHH, MISSS CHARLIE SSSAVE ME PLEASSSSE!!!" Sir Pentious cried out, running away from a furious Vaggie with a spear in her hand. "GET OVER HERE, YOU SERPIENTE!" Fuming with rage, Vaggie raced towards the poor snake, ready to stab him. Charlie heard the commotion and rushed over, holding her girlfriend back with her arms, while Sir Pentious cowered behind the couch. "HAHAHA, nothing like a bit of chaotic entertainment to start the day!" Sipping on his coffee near the bar, Alastor observed the scene, highly entertained at Charlies attempts to calm down her girlfriend, and the whimpers of the snake. "Vaggie! Calm down please, He didn't mean it." Holding Vaggie tightly, she waited for her to settle. "HIS EGG BOIS BLEW THE CEILING UP AGAIN WITH HIS WEAPONS! I TOLD HIM BEFORE NO MORE WEAPONS!!" Vaggie spat out, as her spear pointed at Sir Pentious, ready to aim it at him. "VAGGIE! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! PLEASE CALM DOWN!!" After about a few minutes of holding her back, Vaggie's fury had subsided, dropping the spear to the ground. A knock at appeared at the door of the hotel, alerting everyone in the room. "Oh, I'll get that! The two of you continue make up please!" Charlie ran over to the door, while Sir Pentious slowly removed himself from behind the couch, appearing apologetic in front of Vaggie, while Vaggie continued to stare at Charlie before looking back at Sir Pentious, still a bit ticked, but uttered a sorry.

"Awww..how dull. I so would have love to see some bloodshed." Alastor voiced out, as he continued to sip away at his coffee, eyes following Charlie heading to the door. Having opened the door widely, Charlie squealed, causing everyone to turn their heads to the entrance, and Alastor to raise an eyebrow. "Y/N!!!! YOU'RE HERE!!! ITS SO NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!" There was a sweet giggle that could be heard, causing Al's ears to twitch. "It's great to see you to, Charlie!" Having released each other from the hug, Charlie grabbed your hand, allowing you to come inside. All eyes were drawn to you, given your resemblance to a certain deer demon. Small little antlers adorned the top of your head, along with the fluffy brown ears that were moving cutely. Your face resembled that of a humans, yet the little brown nose stood out, along with the small brown tail that was showing out of your little dress

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"Everyone! This is Y/N, my good friend!" Charlie gestured to you, as you shyly smiled back at everyone, giving them a small wave. At this point, everyone had gathered inside the hotel lobby, including Angel dust and Niffty. Angel dust, knowing his ways, was the first one to mention your look, "Woah! This gal looks a lot like Smiles over here!" His eyes scanned at both you and Alastor before turning back to you with a semi smirk. Vaggie had made her way over, a bit of uncertainty on her face, as she has never come across you before. "How do the both of you know each other?" Crossing her arms, she gave you a bit of a glare. "Oh! Me and Charlie met a few years ago when we were both children. I often times would be brought to the palace with my parents as they would attend meetings with the King and Queen. Since there wasn't much for me to do as a child, I explored the castle and ran into Charlie. We had been friends ever since." Vaggie glare had softened and she was looking at you with kind eyes, glad that you weren't another demon, planning to possibly sabotage the hotel, and happy that Charlie had a very strong bond with you. Feeling your shoulders getting grabbed, Charlie had asked why had you come to the hotel. Smiling, you told Charlie you wanted to help out with her rehabilitation program, since you as well believed that people could be redeemed, which earned you a huge bear hug from Charlie.

"OHHHHH! I'M SO HAPPY YOU ARE HERE TO HELP! Oh before I forget, let me introduce you to everyone!" Charlie had introduced everyone to you one by one, making a note of everyones names. Vaggie, Charlies girlfriend, Sir Pentious, the kind looking snake, Angel dust, the tall pink spider, Niffty, the adorable one eyed demon, Husk, the grumpy cat, and last by not least, Alastor, the radio demon. Having poofed his coffee away, Alastor made his way over to you, smiling widely, microphone cane in hand. "Why, aren't you an adorable doe, my dear!" His glowing eyes held a bit of wickedness, as he bent down at the waist, giving you a polite bow. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance!" His hand arched out for a handshake, which you followed by putting your hand in his, giving it a polite shake. "Nice to meet you as well. I have heard much about you from your radio show." Perking up with interest, Alastor smile had grown almost twice the size. "Ahh, I take it you are a fan?" His face had gotten closer, earning a small blush from you. "Well, not so much the screams of the demons, but I do enjoy the music you play. I do love me some Cab Calloway and Duke Ellington." Oh, Al's smile grew to the point it almost broke his face, as he stood back to his regular height. "HAHAHA! Charlie, I have taken quite a liking to your little friend here!" His hand had placed on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze, no trace of animosity whatsoever in that little gesture. "Oh I'm happy to here that Al. If you want, do you want to give them a tour of the hotel?" Giving Al her best puppy dog eyes, Alastor could not refuse, besides he was planning on showing you around anyway. "I be delighted to! Come along, my dear!

Hooking his arm with yours, Alastor took it upon himself to show you certain areas of the hotel, the kitchen, the rooms of the other denizens, and the lounge room. Walking through the hallways, he looked at one of the windows and motioned to you at the small building attached to the hotel. "That my dear is where I do my broadcasts! I could have you attend one of them, if you would like!" Your eyebrow rose at that, "As a guest or victim?" Turning back to look at you, Alastor shook his head, flicking his hand at you "Heavens no! I would never harm a doll like you, plus I have grown quite fond of you! He had bent down again to lean closer to your face, smiling genuinely for once. "I feel the same." Offering him a soft smile, Alastor perked up at that, causing his tail to start wagging under his coat. He grabbed your arm again, and continued his tour, with you following next to him.

**2 Months Later**

"Lets see, got the chicken, tomatoes, taco seasoning...." You were shopping around a grocery store, getting ingredients for tonight's dinner plans. You had adapted well at the hotel and was able to help out Charlie to the best of your abilities. Vaggie did tell you that it was going to be difficult to bring demons to the hotel, but you were still going to try. Relationships with the others began to form left and right the longer you stayed at the hotel. Everyone adored you, even Husk was in a more cheery mood at the hotel. The closest bond you had was the one with Alastor, which started the day you had arrived at the hotel. He was not lying when he said that he grew fond of you, as his actions around you always made your heart skip a beat. Hand holding, leaving little gifts for you in your room, and showing his true side to you made you fall more and more in love with him. The path to a forming a romantic relationship was in front of you with Alastor, but there were many roadblocks ahead of you, one of them being if he was entirely comfortable and okay with the idea, since he has said to you before he wasn't keen on romance and all that nonsense, but based on his actions around you, maybe? possibly? Shaking away your thoughts, you went to check out at the register and started to head out.

Paper bag of groceries concealed in your arms, your eyes scanned the area, group of demons fighting each other, broken glass all over the place, and the air heavy with filth and smoke, yep just another day in hell. Wanting to avoid some of the chaos, you took a shortcut that allowed you to make it home safely. Venturing further down the path, you noticed the air felt very warm lately, which was strange since it wasn't so hot before. It felt almost hard to breathe, making you sweat profusely. The heat became unbearable, causing you to stop and lean against the wall. Your tail kept fidgeting behind you, like it had a mind of its own. A feel of dread hit you once you felt the heatness intensify in your core. Oh no no no, You were in heat! This was not good, as the times when you went into heat, you were by yourself, alone in a secluded area, as your heat released pheromones that attracted everyone to you. Now that you were outside, you made for a VERY easy target. Trying to bare through the heat, you slowly made your way down the path, holding the groceries tighter to prevent from dropping them, hoping you would reach the hotel first, before you fell victim to the heinous actions of other demons if they caught you like this.

As you rounded a corner, your face connected with someones chest, causing the contents of the paper bag to fly out, spilling onto the ground and the persons chest and shoes, staining them. "Oh I'm sorry!" As you looked up, you felt your heart hit your stomach. In front of you was none other then one of the Vees known as Vox. He was a TV demon, with a head resembling that of a TV. You heard about him a lot from Alastor and listening to his show that Vox was Al's mortal enemy. This was not good, you need to get away from him NOW! His screen face illuminated your back at you, as his red eyes scanned down to look at you, filled with disgust. "Ugh great, I just washed this suit too and now its dirtied." Inching closer to you, his hand had gripped your shirt, pulling you closer towards him, making you gasp, "Hey bitch, how are going to compensate for ruining my....." His eyes widen for a second, before returning back to normal. He wasn't glaring at you, he seemed...almost in a trance. His face continued to glitch in front of you, until his red static eyes had turned into hearts and he was smirking at you. "Wow you smell amazing, deer girl. Why don't I take you to my room in the Vee tower?" His hands had wrapped around you, preventing you from escaping. "N-o Le-t go of m-e!" Your attempts were futile as your heat had rendered you to weak to fight back, only able to struggle in his embrace. Chin risen up to face the tv, he held it up as he slowly began to inch closer, his screen mouth aiming closer for your lips. "Come on, little lady. Lets have some fun."

SMASH!!!!!!

Vox's body was sent flying, as a large tentacle had punched his face, shattering his screen. Your body still weak, began to slump and fall to the ground. Moving your head up, you widen your eyes to see Alastor, smile stretched to show his gums, eyes pinpointing straight at Vox, who was slumped against the alley wall, groaning in pain. Turning his head quickly towards you, Al's glare has lessen, showing you a look of concern, making sure you were alright. Looking back towards Vox, he slowly walked towards Vox, the sounds of his steps echoing and static piercing the air. "Now Vox, my old friend. It is quite rude to touch a fair lady like that......especially when s̑҉̝h̡̲ͥė̶̳ ̑͏͎̤͘b̛͖̪̆̓̕e̛͕̦̿̏͡ĺ͊͠҉̙͙õ͈͒̕͢ͅn̶͔͇ͧ̐̀g̫̯̿́̚͠s̞̼͒͆͘͜ ̫͗̔͜͞ͅt̄͒͏̪̠̀ǫ̤̻͒̋̕ ̥̪̿͟͡m̷͎͋ẹ̌͠ !" Demonic symbols began to appear around Alastor, glowing an ominous red as Alastor antlers began to grow. ""̝ͮĬ̮Ḟ̻ ̝͒Y̙͗O͉͂Ŭ͙ ̱̄E̫͒V̤̐E̥̋R̞ͬ ̫ͤT͍̐O̫̔U͙̚C͍̆H̗͑ ̖͑H̝͌É̦R̙̚ ̝̋A͉̽G̫ͦA̰ͦI̤ͪŃ̞.̜͌ ̺͉͗I̳̳͌'͇͇͆̂L̜̥͐́L̫̱̓̋ ̘̗ͩ̈R̺ͫ̅ͅI̦̬ͩͪP͔͙̓͂ ̙̫͛̿Ò̟̩͛F̦̺̈ͫF̗̟͛͂ ̟͕̌̔Y̯͚ͩ̇O̖̣͒͌U̬͎͑͊R͍̭ͦ̄ ̰͓ͭ͌A̻̯̋͒L̝̭ͫ̋L͕͎̉̄ ̯̻̑̽O̥̼ͥ̃F͇̤̒̂ ̘̝̊̄Ẏ̦̜̌O̳̲͊ͭU̹̱ͩ̉R͚̳ͭͦ ̰̥ͪ̑P̭̩̉ͭA̱̯̾͒T̥͓ͦ͆Ḫ̏̉ͅE͍͉͊͐T̙̹͒ͯI͓̠͑̐C̳͖̾̚ ̯̙͊ͥL͈̖ͫ̓I͇̦͌̉T̩͇̂̀T̩̦ͨ͂L̝̖ͥ̂Ě͎͈ͯ ̜̱̂ͮL̠̫ͥͧI̪̬͗̓M͔̰̾̚B̫̣̏́S̺̯̆ͣ,̗̰̆̆ ̼̘̀͋D̻̗̉̋E͇̘ͬV̟ͭͅO̬͉ͦṲ̗̂R̦̹̒͌ ̠̲͌̀T͎̻̋́H̻̟̾̊E̦̮͆̎M̫̭ͤ͊ ͓͕̇ͭA̬͇̓̔N̫͇ͣͦĎ͙̗͆ ̝̰̄̇B̙͇̋̇R̭̹͊̋Ổ͓̯Ḁ͍̆̏D̜̩ͭͦC͇͈ͥ̌A̗͉ͬ̒S͍̲͌ͭT͚̻͗͂ ̺͚͒ͮṪ͉̝̓H̬̻͗ͤE̬͉ͪͤ ̭͍̐̃S͕̣̐ͬO̰͉͑͊Ủ̼̹̎N̠̖̿̄Ḓ͚̓̉S͙̼̓̅ ͚ͪ̈ͅO͖̼ͫ̔F̭̞͑ͦ ̜̫ͬ̓Y͕̮ͥ̏O̙̬͌̑Ṵ̙̒̎R̦͎̊̚ ̭̅ͬͅS̬̤͂͆C͈͚̈ͤR͉̦͒̂E̩̻ͭ̆A͔̫̓̂M̪͎ͣ̋S̟̗ͨ̊ ͍̪̊ͧṮ̣ͬ̂O̪̗ͫ͋ ͇ͣ̉��Ǎ̗̩ͪL͈͎̋̊L̥̓ͅ ̳̺̑Ȏ͕F̺̐ ͇́T̩̾H̙ͪĚ̯ ̤ͪS͕͊E͍͐V̼̾Ẻ̦N̜͐ ̰̔R̗͆I̜̒N̙͆G̳͑S͕̀ ̪ͮO͇͗F͎͋ ̥͒H̬̐Ė̥Ḻ͗Ḻͮ!̙͊!͚ͭ"

His form had grown into a monstrous height, black tendrils appearing from his back, and you can assume his red eyes had become radio dials. His whole form bent over, big enough to hover over Vox, as he was whimpering in fear on the ground. Face glitching from the broken screen, tongue stuck in his throat due to fear, he wasn't able to even utter a word, resorting to nodding his head rapidly, letting Alastor know he understood. In a flash, Alastor had turned back into his less demonic form, static dimming down as if nothing had happen. "Good man!" His cheery tone returned, before turning back towards you, leaving Vox cowering behind him. Walking closer to your position on the ground, Alastor bent down to pick you up, holding you like a princess. "Come along, my deer. Let us return back to the hotel!

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor teleported the both of you away from your location, appearing in the middle of your room at the hotel. Alastor had moved closer to your bed, setting you down. Your eyes looked up at him and you can tell he was upset, given how strained his smile was. "What on earth were you thinking, my dear?! I have told you countless times that area of pride is quite notorious for wayward scum to pop up, especially my old pal, Vox. I made it abundantly clear that either me or Husk should go with you, and yet you disregarded my warning. What have you to say for...." Midway through his rant, Alastor took note of your reactions. Your body was trembling, eyes a bit glossy and sweat was evident on your face. The sweet scent soon reached his nose, causing him to step back a bit. Ohhh he knows what is happening, you had gotten into your rut season. No wonder Vox had gotten touchy with you, the aroma emitting from your body was irresistible. He felt his lower regions come to life, painfully pushing against his trousers. Bearing through his desire to take you right here and now, Alastor moved closer towards you, placing his hands on both sides of the bed next to you, caging you in. Through your feverish daze, your were able to notice Alastor actions, looking up at him, eyes filled with both confusion and passion.

"Your in mating season aren't you. I can help you with your predicament, darling, but there are going to be some minor things that must be brought up if we are to do this. One, If we perform this, we will be mates for life, you will be tied down to me for the rest of our lives, and two, you will have my offspring as you are extremely fertile. It is once again your decision if you would like to be my mate." His words were soft, eyes filled with adoration as he explained all of this to you. Mates for life? Yes, YES! Placing your hands against his cheek, you drew him closer to kiss him, soft lips molding against yours, making the both of you moan. Smiling in the kiss, Alastor was glad your answer was Yes, as he continued to kiss you, pushing forward as both of your bodies fell on to the bed. Your eears twitch as you heard the sound of a snap, as the both of you pulled away, seeing that Alastor had snapped both of his and your clothes away, leaving the both of you bare. His glowing eyes scanned over your whole body, hands moving to your pussy, inserting his fingers slowly inside of you, earning a moan from you. "My my, your insides are so hot and moist, darling. It's becoming very difficult not to take you right now!" Licking his lips, he continued to finger your insides, moans spewing your lips.

He only put his fingers inside and you felt like you could burst at any moment. "Please do it. I can't take it anymore. Breed me!" You begged for him, earning a chuckle from him. "Brace yourself, darling." His whole length inserted itself inside of you, earning a groan from both you and him. There was no pain, only immense pleasure when he entered inside of you. Your walls were squeezing him tightly, keeping him locked in. "Groan~, so tight...." His voice was driving you crazy, as you never heard him without his static. The both of you stayed in that position, until Alastor grabbed your legs, raising them up in the air, and began to plow you, making you scream. "Ahhhhhhhh...Al...AL!" Grasping the bed with your hands, you felt your eyes roll back, mind going blank from the ecstasy you were feeling. He was so deep inside of you he could almost hit your womb. Speeding up faster and faster, he was making you see stars from how much he was pleasuring you. Something was coming, it was coming quickly, causing your back to arch of the bed, "Al.....I'm gonn-I'm gonna come!" Alastor smiled at you, bending down to give a kiss on your lips, before moving his head closer to your ear. "Then come" He bit down on your neck, creating the mating mark that would bind the both of you together. A sudden rush hit you, and you screamed out, feeling something exploded out of you, clenching his length tighter, making him moan. He continued to pound you rapidly, as he soon let out a groan, cumming inside of you, seed hitting your womb.

**4 months later**

"My dear~, I'm home~!" Alastor sang out, as he entered inside his bedroom, where you were staying. You were laid out on the bed, book in one hand, and another on your now round belly. After that mating session, the both of you had become a deer couple for life. Al wasn't kidding when he said you were very fertile cause a few weeks after that you realized you were pregnant, with twins in fact. Alastor was over the moon when he found out, picking you up and spinning you around in joy. He had decided that the both of you would stay in his hotel room together , making sure you were comfortable and also providing you protection. You told him there was no need for that, but he had grown quite possessive and protective of you, rather you staying with him then by yourself in your hotel room. "Hi my love! Did you enjoy your stroll?" Smiling sweetly, your eyes watched Alastor make his way over to you, throwing his arms around you in a tender hug. "It would have been better if your presence was with me!" Rubbing his head against yours like a cat, he whined his frustrations out, earning a laugh from you. "Who was the one that said I should stay here and rest?" Quirking an eyebrow at him, you wrapped an arm around his back , giving it a pat. Slowly, Al removed himself from the hug, but placed his forehead against yours. "I am aware, my doe. I just still want you by my side." He spoke sweetly, hearts appearing in his eyes. Who knew the radio demon was such an affectionate cuddlebug? Drawing his eyes towards your stomach, he placed a gentle hand on it, giving it a rub. A sudden movement came from your stomach, surprising the both of you. "Such exuburent behavior! One of my fawns is going to be an excellent dancer like me!" Alastor smiled warmly, hand still caressing your belly. "or a successful radio host." You said, smiling up at Al, as you placed your hand on top of his. Alastor hummed in joy, nuzzling your forehead again, and placing a tender kiss on it. "Je t'aime, my doe!

-END-

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daenysx · 4 months ago

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there is literally no one else i think would do this idea as good as you (i do understand completely if you don’t want to tho this is zero pressure) but what about one of the marauders or a combo or anything you want with them with someone who’s been feeling super down and lonely and is just spiralling back into really bad old habits like not eating well and like seeking like self sabotage or something, i just think you write them being sweet and kind so so well and i need them so bad but only ur version tho <333

again I get if you don’t want to at all my lovely

thank you for requesting and being so sweet, angel !!! i chose to go with remus and this is a bit self indulgent (cried when writing it haha) but i hope it makes you feel good <333333

remus lupin x fem!reader, hurt/comfort

cw; mentions of not eating and sleeping properly, reader feels lonely, tiny bits of fluff and angst, lots of kisses from remus

october drags you behind its back as it slowly comes to an end.

you think you've been doing well with the pressure of things lately, handled it good, you've been strong. you didn't let things upset you much, you found nice things to focus, you smiled, you kept going.

the bubble bursts on a late evening, there's nothing you can do to fix it.

suddenly all of the texts you get from your friends feel shallow and meaningless. the food only works to keep you on your feet, you don't get any pleasure from eating. sleep doesn't last long, you crave it like air during the day, but there's not enough time. your smiles don't feel real. you linger in places, trying to keep your steps steady. you think you'll collapse, the thought scares you to your bones.

"hey." remus whispers, shaking his fingers in front of your eyes. you haven't been listening. "are you okay?"

his voice is coming under the water. your head feels like a heavy balloon, but you give a slow smile to your boyfriend. "sorry, i'm a bit distracted. can you tell me again?"

remus smiles back, pieces of doubt and worry creeping in his eyes. he wraps an arm around you, it's a rare night that he gets to hold you like this on the couch. he wants to make the best of it.

"it's okay, i was just rambling." he offers gently. "can i get a kiss?"

you nod, snuggling to his chest so that you can reach his lips. remus's lips feel good always, but tonight it's something more. he kisses with all his heart, emotions dripping, he likes sweet and slow. his fingers rub the back of your head, you get closer. your eyes burn with tears.

you look upset. remus knows it's not about him, you just need somewhere to empty your mind.

you keep kissing remus. it's good, he massages the tightness of your neck. it's better than breathing, you close your eyes. your head gets lighter as the kiss goes on. letting out a shaky sigh, you separate yourself from him, and hide your face to his chest.

remus doesn't say anything. he just rubs circles on your back. you start crying in slow tears, your breathing soft and liquified. you're not loud. soaked in his scent and wrapped in his sweater covered arms, you try to find yourself a place to calm down.

"you're gonna be okay." he whispers with a kiss on your head. "you're not alone."

that's the thing with loneliness, you don't think you can make yourself believe you're not alone. it surrounds your entire mind, squeezes your heart in your chest, makes you think you're an unloveable loser. your fingers grab remus's sweater. they are desperate to have something to hold onto.

you need to breathe. lifting your head to get some air into your body, you look at remus. it wrecks him, his poor girl, staring at him through glossy eyes. his thumb dries your tears gently. his eyes follow you like you're precious. like you don't deserve to be hurt by the world.

"i feel like i'm lost." you confess. "like nothing good will come out of the things i do. like i'm trying for no reason."

remus understands it, he gets drown in these feelings most times. sometimes the life is worth living, sometimes it's scary and pointless. there's love, though. he loves you too much to see you in pain. he loves every part of you, he likes being loved by you. if he's gonna get to spend it with you, then life can't be that bad.

"you haven't eaten anything properly in the last a few days." he says, calmly. "you haven't slept for more than 4 hours a day. you're constantly moving, trying to finish your things. i understand all of it, dove, but these things affect you more than you think."

"i know." you accept. "i just want to take care of myself. i wanna be good."

"you are good." he says. he cups your cheek. "you've been doing so good, i promise. i just wanna help you take care of yourself, because you're not alone. you don't have to deal with everything alone."

"i just think- i should be able to solve my own problems. i know it sounds stupid, but i was trying."

remus smiles fondly. at least the problem in context is being talked about right now. at least he gets to hold you through it, he gets to love you.

"it's not stupid." he promises. "i just need you to know i'm here. for any part you let me in, i'm here."

you nod. no more words for tonight probably. remus nods, too. it's okay.

he pulls your head to let it stay on the crook of his neck. you settle down. you won't suddenly be okay just because he talked you through it, he knows, but it's still something. slow kisses, gentle fingers. remus is here.

"you need food, sleep, and some loving, dove." he says like it's an obvious decision. "once we get all these done, i'm sure things will feel a bit better."

"can we start with the loving, please?"

"i know, it's my favorite, too." he smiles. he's an angel.

he begins by kissing your forehead. his lips are warm on you, he presses them between your eyebrows to help you relax the tight muscles there. you close your eyes, he kisses your slightly wet cheeks. he kisses your cheekbones, your jawline. his hands fix your hair as you breathe in his air. you get close to him like a kitten stayed in cold.

"i love you." he says, softer than he thinks he can manage. "i love you more than anything."

he gives you a long kiss on your lips this time. tiny caresses, nothing too passionate. he moves his lips on your chin, below your ears.

"you've been doing so well." he whispers when he gets close to your ear. "you'll be doing better. it's gonna be okay."

you move your fingers to your sweater, the air feels too warm. remus helps you take it off to leave you in your tank top. he kisses your collarbones, the spot between them. you don't know what this is, is it worshipping? he's doing something you've never felt before. you feel like liquid in his arms, melted and safe. addicted to this now. there's no going back.

"i love you." you whisper. "i can't even say how much."

"i know how much." he tells you. "i know, baby."

your cheeks are dry. remus makes sure of your comfort. his hand finds your waist to hold you, other hand going straight to your hair. his fingers rub your scalp. you look like a cat, your back arched prettily to him, you're practically hungry for his affection. your eyes feel droopy, tired with the emotions you had to deal with and the stress of the week.

"we can go to bed." remus offers. "you look like you'll fall asleep."

"can we stay here?" you ask him, his lap is more comfortable than bed and this position is amazing.

"of course." he says. he's gonna be your pillow for as long as you want him to be.

"thank you, baby." you whisper to his ear, voice swimming in fondness. "for everything you said."

remus likes being your baby, that's true. he likes how you trust him and how responsive you are to his touches, too. you close your eyes again, calm and safe. he covers your bare shoulder with the blanket after putting a kiss on it. the night goes well, he thinks.

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writteninlunarlight-years · 9 months ago

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Salutations! Might be a… oddly specific request? So feel free to throw it out if you don't like it! I've just had this idea floating in my brain for awhile and I think its cute.

So basically Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) makes friends with someone who is also really grief stricken over their last relationship. (I was thinking that they would be a widow/widower but you can go whatever route you want) They both find solace in one another and feel like they understand eachothers pain. They both get really close and before he can realize whats happening, Lucifer is head over heels and it hits him like a freight train when he realizes it. He wants so desperately to hold this person to his chest, protect them, and build a future together that neither of them had thought possible before; but he is also terrified of scaring them off if he does anything. Both of them are wounded, and Lucifer isnt sure how deep or raw those wounds are. So Lucifer just ends up turning into a puddle of a man when they are around.

Like I said, Ive just had this rotting in my head for awhile and I am not nearly skilled enough to do anything with it, sooooo have fun with it if it peaks your interest! <3

Broken Hearts Still Beat Again

"I may not be your first love, kiss, or date..... but damn baby, I want to be your last everything." -Unknown

Tw: Angst, Hurt-Comfort, Failed relationships, fear of abandonment, learning to love again, taking risks, slight spiciness at the end

~Prior to the beginnings of the Extermination~

You can't remember how long it's been since it happened. Years, months, and days are far too long, honestly. All you could remember was his face, his sad, sad, lonesome face, and the grinning menace Adam beside him. Yes, that's right, Adam, the first Winner. You, too, were a Winner till all that time ago. How long?

Your husband, best friend, and closest confidant was also a Winner. You were Winners together. You two died in your sleep peacefully due to a shared illness. It was sweet, almost too romantic like St. Peter said when you two crossed the gates.

Then it happened; you don't know why Adam sank his teeth into you. Yes, you were an incredible fighter in the mortal world, teaching children how to fight for their safety and never to provoke. So when he came to you and invited you to the exorcist guild, well, you were happy to train young fighters to protect themselves. Your partner was even happier to watch you flourish in Heaven as much as you did in your mortal life.

Then you overheard Lute talking to an exorcist one day. You heard about the extermination of the poor souls, the damned being killed again and again. This news broke you. Who would remotely allow this? Who would stoop so low?

You called an impromptu meeting with Sara and Adam to inform them of this horrible act Lute was performing. The tyranny she was showing against the other angels to go down to Lucifer's territory and kill again.

Only things didn't go as planned, no see you did go to the meeting; you spoke your peace, and then they just smiled at you, eery creepy smiles, sent you on your way, and told you it would be handled. It was all quite odd; there was no demand for a trial, no need for proof of your words, nothing.

When you returned to your home where your husband was, it happened all too fast. Exorcists were grabbing you; Adam was telling your husband something; his face dropped, and he looked at you with hate. You were shouting, begging, pleading for anyone to listen to you. No one would, and you were flagged as a traitor right then and there.

You were taken to a ledge, and standing there, you looked into your husband's eyes, tears staining your face, your throat raw from screaming. You could feel the saliva strands between your parted lips as you whimpered and cried. You freed your arm from one of the exorcists and reached out to your husband; it was too late as he turned from you.

He spared one last look at you, turning back with tears in his eyes. You called out his name once again, and Sara spoke her orders of your treason against the balance of good and evil. Then, you were pushed off the ledge.

You began to fall from heaven, assuming a more permanent death would be treating you soon. You closed your eyes; you didn't want your last memories to be death or Adam or any of what just happened.

You thought of your lover when you two were young and carefree the day he told you he loved you. As you felt the rushing of wind and air surrounding you, this thought alone was your solace, and then it all went black.....

~~~~ Lucifer's Pov ~~~~

The day that Lilith left was a cold, cold day in hell. Well, not for everyone, but definitely me.

The woman I gave everything up for was gone in an instant. Without a word. Without a trace. My relationship with Charlie was far more strained and hindered now. I was nothing now. A kingdom all to my own and nothing of value now that the two women I loved the most were gone. What was I to do in this lone castle whither away?

I turned to the picture of Lilith and Charlie, and tears formed in my eyes. It all felt too surreal to much. She was gone, my family gone, my life gone, all gone gone gone. As I sat there and cried, fists beating into the floor below, my wails echoing through the halls of my now abandoned residence, I felt so empty.

That's when an imp came in, holding a letter from the angels above. It was time to sign our agreement on the executions. Maybe that's why Lilith left; I was so willing to save our family that I gave up on our dreams for hell.

I should have spoken to her and let her decide, but they threatened Charlie, so I had to act. I had to save my precious daughter, my pride and joy. That's also why I had to tell Charlie that her plan to 'save all sinners' needed to end. I remember it like yesterday, sitting at the table with them, breaking the news of the agreement I would sign soon. They looked so hurt, so betrayed.

I honestly was a failure.

I stood, heading to the bathroom to clean up before my meeting. Soon after my name is signed on the soul pact, the first and only angelic building will grace hell, and the clock will start counting down. I was prepared for my subjects to hate me, but my family, it was all too much.

There was nothing to lose now, though, so hell with it. I made my way to the opening portal to heaven. It's now or never. I will sign this and keep the ones I love safe, even if they never know.

I love you, Lilith, I love you, Charlie.

~~~~ Reader POV ~~~~

When you woke back up under a dark red sky, you figured you had to have fainted while falling to your death. Yet when you looked down at yourself, you were the same old you. The only notable difference was that your skin was no longer pure white. You had greyed out some, and your clothing was torn from your fall. Looking around, you saw a giant pentagram in the sky and a large white orb to the right. Was that heaven?

Standing on your legs again, your back was killing you. You began to walk anywhere; people here were very different from the Winners. Death, porn, canabalizim, all of it fully welcomed. This would take some getting used to.

As you crossed the threshold of the city, now standing in the middle, you heard a horrible noise. It sounded like a bell, but it was so loud. You turned to your left, where the noise was coming from, and there was a clock and some numbers; just above the numbers, it read 'days till execution.' that's when you realized it.

A building, the only building that looked like what you are familiar with in heaven. You were shocked it wasn't Lute causing tyranny. It was all of them, every single one of them, in charge.

You sank to your knees, realizing you would never be safe. You signed your sentence when you went to them with the information you learned. You were no longer a Winner...You were a Sinner, and your days were numbered.

You had something over everyone else; you knew how the angels fought and trained them daily. Using this knowledge to your advantage, you went through the town, trying to find anywhere you could start your new life.

~~~ FLASH FORWARD 7 YEARS ~~~

You were lucky when you ran into Charlie. She was a godsend if god was even real. The Princess of Hell had the same morals and values as you, which you respected. Vaggie was also a pleasant surprise; you could tell a soldier you taught a mile away.

She remembered you as well. She kept to herself till you three made it to a safe place, Charleis's soon-to-be hotel. Once Charlie was out of earshot and working on getting supplies to heal everyone, she confronted you.

Tears welled in her eyes when she asked what had happened. She was in shock when you explained how you ended up here. According to Vaggie, everyone was told that you died on a mission to hell.

The Sinners alerted Lucifer of your whereabouts, and he killed you; thus, in doing so, a protective force of angels was created. Fearmongering was the one thing Adam was damn good at.

It was broken to you by Vaggie that your partner had moved on with another. He was in love and happy with another woman, one Adam hand-picked for him. You were devastated again; years of promises, lost nights, and romantic meetings disappeared. He gave up everything because Adam told him to.

You two agreed that your past lives in Heaven would no longer be discussed that night.

Crying your eyes out long after Vaggie returned to her shared room with Charlie, did you swear off love by taking your wedding band off and locking it in a drawer.

It was no longer a hidden fact that Lucifer had signed the deal with the Angels, and it was far less hidden knowledge that the relationship between King and Princess was strained.

The rag-tag group of residents was growing by the day. Angel Dust was fun, and you could quickly tell from how he talked and looked he wanted a way out. Soon after Charlie's broadcast, Alastor and his group, Husk and Nifty, joined the hotel's crew. Though the Radio Demon was creepy, you knew something was eating him deep inside. Nifty was a riot to get talking to and always brought you exciting things she found while cleaning. Husk was a perfect bartender, and you knew he would keep your dirty secrets for you. He was the only one you confided your past in.

You supported Charlie wholeheartedly in her decision to overrule the exterminations. You were eager to help her prove that sinners could become winners. Look at you, for heaven's sake; if it could go one way, it had to go the other.

Sir Pentious was the last to join and was easy to talk to. He was awkward, but you loved his fabricated war stories and eggbois. Then, one day, he came along; you won't lie.

You were hesitant. I mean, he signed away Hell's right to life. You couldn't deny it, though; he was funny and ethereal. You swore off love, though, and you wouldn't let another break your heart again.

~~~~ Lucifer's POV ~~~~

When I got Charlie's call, I didn’t know what emotions to feel: sorrow, excitement, fear, jubilation. I was beyond myself, and as I finally answered the phone, all I could muster was, “Hey, Biiiiitch.”

Yeah, it was smooth of me to say that; however, it didn’t deter Charlie. She wanted me to come and visit her. I was over the moon; depression had nothing on me.

I looked at my hand as I was cleaning myself up and getting ready to go. Looking down and seeing that cursed band I once shared with the love of my life.

I found Lilith's ring left on her nightstand just days after her departure to who knows where. I couldn’t bring myself to take the ring off; it's all I had left of her; it reminds me to keep hoping she would forgive me; maybe I'll forgive myself.

As I made my way to Charlie's hotel, thoughts pressed into my mind about how I wanted this reunion to go. It never occurred to me how much Charlie may have changed. Was she still the same woman I knew before we fought?

Sighing as I approached the door, I realized it was now or never. Let's do this, baby. What's the worst that could happen? She hates me and leaves me forever like her mother did, and now I am forever alone? Hahahahah NO!

I entered the hotel door, and jeez, what is this place?

Putting a smile on my face, I approached Charlie and hugged her, introducing myself to her girlfriend. Woah, I like girls, too. See, we can bond. As I was making my rounds with Charlie, meeting everyone, I saw her….She was….gorgeous. I could tell from her looks that she wasn’t an everyday Sinner, and something was different about her.

After a brief and, might I say, victorious battle with this ‘Alastor’ fellow, I spent some time with my daughter, allowing her to show me around her hotel. As we stood atop the balcony, I made the first fatal error of the night. “So, CharChar, what is this all about?”

Charlie rolled her eyes at me and excitedly smiled, “It’s a hotel to cleanse and rehabilitate Sinners! I told you this, Dad!” The excitement on her face was genuinely adorable, but she couldn’t do it. I couldn’t allow this. The elder angels would just hurt her like they did me. They already threatened my family once; I can’t let them do this again.

I knew by the look on Charlie's face that my reaction wasn’t what she was expecting. As I went to speak to her, a loud explosion was heard downstairs.

We rushed down, and I saw an opportunity to prove to Charlie why we couldn’t follow this plan. As I ran forward to catch up with the others, I saw the mystery woman again. She was fighting alongside Alastor and his demons perfectly; she was beautiful and brilliant in battle, always expecting the next attack.

Once the sharks were dealt with and the young lady who seemed to know Alastor left, I turned back to Charlie and attempted to plead my case. “See Charlie, look, they are all the same; Sinners will never be redeemed; they will never go to heaven.”

“You don’t know that, Dad, please.” The look on Charlie's face broke me, but this had to be done. I couldn’t let her get hurt.

“What makes you so sure, Mr. King of Hell, that these people here can’t be redeemed?” This voice was new and soft.

I turned to the mystery girl. Her eyes were lit with a flame. I could see how much passion she had for my daughter's cause. As I went to speak back, Charlie interjected.

“Father, I only want to do this for you, for my people. Your dreams are what gave me this goal.” I was taken aback. I was Charlie's prime motivation; my stories and goals helped her become this remarkable woman.

“Your daughter is twice the ruler of you; she's willing to save her people; what are you willing to do?” The mystery woman had a point. I was a coward, too prideful of what I had to allow it to fall potentially. I looked at Charlie, and a moment formed between us.

“Alright, let’s get Heaven on the line then.” I knew it was time to face my fear to help the people I pleaded for all those years ago. I may not be able to stand my ground due to the contract, but damn can my daughter and her friends do it.

While Charlie started getting ready for her meeting, I was a nervous wreck. What if something happened to her? I knew the cruel hands that played in heaven and what could be done.

As I was pacing back and forth in the lobby, a figure stood before me, a drink in hand, and the other extended a glass to me. I looked up, and it was her; she was still just as beautiful as the first time I saw her. I gently took the glass and downed the concoction in it. “Thank you, uh, my name is Lucifer Morningstar, affamed fallen angel and father of Charlie.”

“I know; I was here when everything went down.” She looked at me blankly. Of course, she was here. Jesus, could I be any lamer?

She snorted at my facial expression and stuck her hand out for me. “My name is Y/N; nice meeting you, Mr. King of Hell; it’s a pleasure. By the way, I only said all that because I knew it would strike a nerve in you. I learned from my past anyone prideful hates when their authority is challenged.”

In her past, odd, there weren’t a lot of demons here who A would let someone challenge their authority and live, so she must be powerful, or B, she is speaking of her mortal life. However, something about both of those options did not seem quite right.

I nodded gently at her and sat at the bar. She soon tended to the others in the hotel, and I began to observe her. She acted like a mother, telling the others what to and not to do double-checking the other inhabitants of the hotel before they left the building.

Hell, she even talked to Alastor on some sort of equal ground. Something was different about her, so so different. I looked at my hand again while I took another swig of my refilled glass. Setting the glass down, I started to twirl the ring. Would Lilith have been this good to everyone? Would Lilith have even cared?

I sighed; if I wanted to help Charlie, I had to let go of the past. I took the ring off, dropped it in the liquor, and went to the front door. As I reached for the handle, I was stopped by a soft hand on my wrist.

Turning, I saw Y/N, “Hey, one second, mister, you forgot this.” She placed the ring down in the palm of my hand. “I have been scorned by love too. Don’t get me wrong, I also took off my band long ago. However, I can say that though their memory is tainted now, you should enjoy the memories of good when you can. Helps keep the bad thoughts away.” She smiled up at me so brightly I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate it. Do say you seem like a swell mother figure to all these people here. Why tie yourself to this place if you don’t want redemption? I remember what you said earlier, ‘All these people’, excluding yourself.” She stalled, hesitating about how she wanted to answer.

I just shook my head and smiled at her. I began to walk away back to my home. As I made my way back I heard Y/N shout, “COME BACK SOON LUCIFER!” For some reason, I really liked how my name sounded from her.

~~~~~ Reader POV ~~~~~

You were sat at the hotel by yourself, Angel, and the others all went to a club while Charlie and Vaggie went to Heaven. You had time to think about the most recent occurrence in your life: Lucifer.

It was a whirlwind that day meeting him. So many emotions overtook you: fear, anger, an odd sense of curiosity. You couldn’t lie. He was attractive, and the way he was protective of Charlie was adorable. You never got to have children; your ex-husband never wanted them.

You don’t know what possessed you to speak to Lucifer like you did, telling him he was a lowly king. You used the excuse that you had done it to others in your past, which was valid; you and Adam argued a lot. Deep down, you knew, though, that's not why you did it. You wanted to protect Charlie and her dream.

Sighing, you made your way around the building, ensuring the halls were clean and everything was orderly. You still weren't fond of all the allowed things here in hell, so going out with everyone was a once-in-a-blue moon.

It struck you as amusing when Lucifer commented on you being a mother figure because that is how everyone saw you. Hell, even Alastor commented one or two times that you reminded him of his angel of a mother. You just wanted the best for everyone; it wasn’t fair to die and then be killed again.

You heard the lobby door open once you were done doing your rounds. Odd, typically, everyone stayed out way late, and the girls weren't expected back till tomorrow.

As you descended the stairs, you saw none other but the man plaguing your mind: Lucifer. Smiling softly, you met him at the base of the stairs, giving him a short wave. He smiled at you and announced that he figured everyone would be gone today and was going to help out Charlie. You snorted at him and explained how you stayed back to help but were more than pleased to allow him to keep you company. He took refuge at the bar, and you soon joined him.

You two talked for hours about so many things, from his life as an angel to your old mortal life. You guys even talked about the differences between Heaven and Hell. Hopefully, you weren't giving your old station away to him, but a part of you didn’t care.

By the time you two got to the dreaded conversation about relationships, you were inebriated. You recounted your betrayal to Lucifer, holding nothing back. From your teenage years with your ex till the day he turned from you while Adam pushed you. Lucifer looked so heartbroken for you.

He gently pushed some hair out of your face when he said, “I am so sorry that happened to you, Y/N. I knew something was different about you, so you too fell from that dreaded cliff like I.” You nodded sadly.

Lucfier explained why he made his decisions and how Charlie's life was threatened if he didn’t end Lilith’s music and allow the Exorcist to come down. He told you something interesting about the clause of the agreement: No Hell Born Could Be Harmed In The Extermination Less The Binding Be Null And Void.

This was amusing to you; even after singing his people away for slaughter, he was still concerned the angels would trick him and harm his child. He was always thinking about those he loved. It was endearing.

How could someone leave such a handsome, kind, protective man? The thought even crossed your mind that Lucifer would have fallen with you if he had been your husband instead of letting Adam take the lead.

As these thoughts crossed your mind, you didn’t realize how close your two faces were getting. Before you knew it, your lips were touching Lucifers gently. Seconds passed, and his hands were buried in your hair, kissing you with a passion you never got from your ex.

As you two broke apart, the doors to the hotel opened again. Angel came running over to you, noticing your state of drunkenness. He apologized to Lucifer, stating you never really drank much and took you to your room.

You smiled softly as Lucifer said a quick ‘goodbye’ and ‘good night’ to you before drifting off to sleep. Your dreams that night were full of Lucifer, his beauty, charisma, and devotion eating you alive. You may have sworn off love, but for him to love you how he once loved Lilith would be beautiful.

~~~~~ TIME SKIP ~~~~~

Months had passed since your night with Lucifer, and a whole war between you at the hotel and the angels broke out. Everyone learned of your past in Heaven from Adam before he perished.

You felt free, no longer chained to the past that harmed you. Now you had something more to look forward to. Though you and Lucifer never spoke of that night again, you held the memory close. He loved Lilith a lot, and especially Charlie; for all you knew, when he kissed you that night, he was just imagining Lilith once more. It hurts to think that, but you must be true to yourself.

After Adam's carnage, it was awkward for you and Lucifer. You two avoided eye contact and only spoke when you had to. However, as time passed and you both pretended the night alone never happened, things changed.

You and Lucifer did become fast friends, though. Having shared a fall from heaven, deep heart break, and even more so a hotel together it was hard not too. It was hard ever to see you two separated from one another. Laughing, joking, talking, and even debating over effective ways to pull in more Sinners.

You two became more affectionate as well, his hand on the small of your back, him guiding you by his arm, or even you adjusting his cravat and making him his favorite teas. To onlookers, it seemed like you two were married.

It was so compelling that you two were married that even Charlie told you she would be fine if you loved her dad.

Love…That's such a strong word. Is that what you felt? You can’t lie. You fantasize about it. You were scared, though. What if he let you down like your ex did? Can you handle being a mom to Charlie, not just a figure, a real mom taking the spot Lilith left? That was a worry, too; what about Lilith if she returned? Would he go back to her?

Would you be left so suddenly again?

While your mind raced, you mindlessly swept the corner of your room, thinking deeply about this debacle. When suddenly, your door bursts open.

~~~~~ Lucifer’s POV ~~~~~

I was ecstatic after my night with Y/N. She was excellent, calm, cunning, and articulate. She also knew my pain of the angels turning on you. The kiss meant so much to me. I was finally feeling things I hadn’t felt before Lilith left.

Lilith….was I ready to move on? Could I move on?

When I closed my eyes that night, I saw both old memories of Lilith and the times we had, but also new visions of Y/N and all we could be. She was terrific; if only I could get to know her more and see how she felt. She also stated she swore off love, too.

Would I be included?

When the day came for the extermination, I couldn’t bear to turn on the news; I didn’t want to see Charlie's dreams get crushed. I sat and waited, staring at the clock. As soon as the chaos broke out, I was up and pacing.

It wasn’t just Charlie; I was worried about Y/N being there too. Yes, she was a fighter and trained those Angels, but what if the worst happened? What if you died protecting Charlie?

That's one thing he loved: how motherly you were for his daughter. Not that Lilith never was, but it was clear to him that no matter how hard life got, you would stand by those you loved side.

Why couldn’t Lilith have done that for them?

That was when I felt the tug, a complex, sudden pull. Half of the signed agreement shriveled; that only meant one thing.

I ran as fast as I could to the hotel; once I saw the carnage, I flew to protect Charlie. It was Adam, the man who turned the heavens against me, who turned heaven against you. Years of pent-up rage and a new passion for protecting Y/N overtook me as Charlie and I took down the angels.

Once the battle felt calm, everyone began looking for you and Alastor. Honestly, I could care less about the Radio Demon. He gave me bad vibes, but you were missing. You went in to save Vaggie from Lute; however, no one saw you anywhere when the building collapsed.

Shouting, digging through rubble, I heard Charlie yell out that she had found you. Sighing now that I knew you were alive and only minorly injured, we cleaned up.

With a bit of magic and a whap bam boom, we had a new Hazbin Hotel, oh and Alastor returned. I wanted to discuss your past with you about a potential us, but I couldn’t. You looked so happy now that the chains of your past were broken.

The next couple of months were odd, for sure. I couldn't stand to look Y/N in the eyes, and though I yearned for her, I couldn't bear the weight of rejection again.

I tried, though, to show her how much I wanted her in subtle ways. What was a once-stolen night became a close friendship. I could tell her anything and everything. She was like a breath of fresh air; she never denied any of the ideas Charlie or I had, instead helping make them better. With her and I’s past with heaven, we knew how to overcome the obstacles they would throw.

Before I knew it, I craved her touch and comfort, and she gave it to me. Small lingering touches of hands, hugs that lasted too long, small gifts and favors never asked for. I was falling and falling hard. She was everything I could want. I loved Y/N.

Oh god, I loved Y/N. I was a wreck seeking counsel from the only other person who knew me best, Charlie. She was so happy, begging me to confess and tell Y/N how I felt. Could I, though? Would she accept me? Could she take the new title of Queen of Hell?

As I lay in bed pondering the conversation Charlie and I had, thinking of the new memories I had made with Y/N, I was stuck. Confess and have a happy new life, or confess, and she leaves me, too. You weren't one to go, though I knew that. What if, though, you weren't ready?

I closed my eyes and let my mind wander; I saw Y/N in a beautiful dress at our wedding, Y/N giving me another child, and Y/N fighting alongside Charlie and me. That’s it; I can’t hold back any longer.

I dressed myself in my robe and marched my way to your door. I began to knock, but I heard nothing in the room. Sighing because I knew Y/N had to be in here, I busted the door open, and there you were, staring off into space so cutely.

Shit.

~~~~~ Readers POV ~~~~~

The noise startled you from your thoughts. There before you stood Lucifer in his robes. Smirking, You turned away from the man and laughed gently into your hand. “What are you doing here, goober? It's the middle of the night, and you are very underdressed.”

No questions were answered, though, as Lucifer approached you; he stood there staring you in the eyes. You didn’t know what this look meant, but it was intense. Had you offended him?

As you went to speak again, Lucifer placed one of his hands on your cheek, cupping your face. You looked at his hand and back up at him; you were breathing too fast. As you two looked at one another, no words were uttered; slowly, Lucifer placed his other hand on your waist.

You laid claim to his chest with your hands gently splayed there. Something in his eyes begged you to be closer and not push him away. How could you? He was holding you in a way that you had only dreamed of.

Lucfier moved closer to your face, your lips mere inches apart when he spoke, “Y/N, I love you. No, that doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings. I am fascinated, lust-filled, and desire you and you alone. I want forever to be with you, a time I only thought possible with one person who never intended to fill that role. A forever purely our own with our family. A future dedicated to following dreams and passion. Following our love. Will you stay with me, Y/N? Please stay with me.”

You were speechless, your mouth slightly agape, and you didn’t know how to process such emotions. You were overwhelmed and so excited. You knew if you took any longer to confirm or deny him he would leave and never speak of this, just like the kiss before.

You did the only thing you thought you could at that moment. You wrapped your arms around his neck and closed the gap. Kissing Lucifer this time felt just as good, if not better, than the last. Your hands tied in his hair, holding him close. His hands are keeping you in place, his kiss fierce and dominating. Before you knew it, he had his hands just under the cusp of your ass, prompting you to jump. As you did, you never broke the kiss.

Lucifer leads you to the nearest wall, kissing your lips and neck. This was everything you dreamed of, everything you wanted. Each kiss was a contract that you two would never hurt the other as your partners did.

You felt alive, like electricity was coursing through your veins. Every kiss made a new pattern in your heart, soon beating in time with Lucifers. The heated kisses died down and turned into soft, light ones. Placing your feet back on the ground, you hugged Lucifer close, his head buried in your neck and yours in his.

You smiled a large smile before whispering, “I will always stay by your side, Lucifer. You and Charlie are my reason, my purpose now.” You could feel his smile next to your ear without ever having to open his mouth.

You were so happy.

You two heard a shutter sound as you pulled away, and a bright flash erupted behind Lucifer. As you turned to the door, everyone stood there: Charlie was happy and clapping, Vaggie was giving a thumbs up, Alastor was holding the camera, Nifty was making gagging sounds, and Angel was smirking. You laughed wholeheartedly; who knew a broken heart would beat again?

My good friend @willowaudreykeyes helped me with the editing a bit! I appreciate the effort and time they put into assisting me. Even though we live halfway across the world from one another, you have my back!

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kiame-sama · 5 months ago

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Dragon headvanon guy here again because a few more dropped into my head (also sorry for the typos, I'm not used to my phones big keyboard yet xD also 100% relate to you on the plushies, I have a big collection on my.own and love them with all my heart)

1. Most if not all Creatures love to be pet, it's common to see children & sometimes young teens being pet by their parents, older siblings or close friends. The older they fet the less likely they get petted tho, older Fae's and long lived Creatures tho remember that Humans would pet anyone who allowed it with great joy.

2. We know that Humans are seen as Peackeepers (or Beast Tamers) but I like to headcanon that they are also a symbol of Loyalty in many Kingdoms. Some older Creatures, like Lilia even remember Humans going through great dangers or sacrificing themself for their Pack.

An old Rumor has it that one of the Great Seven was actually once pack bounded with a human who sacrificed themself for them. (It would be an intresting idea if it was Scar and after he died many mistook the Human Sacrificing themself for him as him killing them & eating them. But you guys can go wild with this one)

3. Angry humans were a raresight to see and most only learned how dangerous humans could be once a Creature attacked a child and had to be send to a hospital after the Parent of said child got their revenge. It's also at that point that many learned how dangerous a human bite can be thanks to the bacteria in their mouth (that information sadly got lost to time though)

4. This is the last one for now, promise xD A lot of Kingdoms who were safe for humans, would have human daycares where they would watch over the Creatures kids. It was something unheard of since a lot of Creatures dont trust their young and rather weak children around others they dont know (and sometimes even close friends & family couldn't get close to the child without nearly being mauled.)

But it was a bit sucess and since it was free, low income familys would adly send their kids there to get food and have a chance at making friends. Some daycares even allowed sleepovers for Creatures who worked during the night, kids who were night active or those who weren't picked up because their parents worked late.

Sadly after humans went extinct these establishments were shutdown.

Ok one last one, this one is for the Fleur City; It's belived that humans created the Bell as a gift to the Rightous Judge who them upon getting this gift enchanted the Bell to ring in a specific tune when a human entred Fleur City.

Legends say that once the last human in Fleur City died and they went extinct as last that the Bell rung in such a sorrowfull way with the Rightous Judges cries that the spirit of the last Human in Fleur Ciry granted him a last gift. The Firelotus, so that any Magical Creature who dares to harm an Innocent Creature will be punished by humanitys judgment.

(No worries about the typos, I'm pretty bad about it too)

I'm down for all of these actually. Absolutely love how some canon things can so easily fall into place with just a little adjustment and work so wonderfully in an AU all its own.

I can see almost all of them wanting to be pet and of course hoping the soft human will pet them. Rook's already been pet by those little Human hands and he is already hooked. I could absolutely see Jack and Ruggie going nuts for petting. Lilia's already made it clear that group grooming is common so petting would likely be too. Maybe that's the Human's way of returning the grooming behavior to make Lilia sleep? Lilia has already petted Grim.

The last Human Lilia met was the surrogate mother of a young fox fae child and he will be forever haunted by how injured she was and still standing, unsure how long she must have fought to keep her young safe. Lilia had arrived near the end of the poor Human's desperate battle, stepping in himself but it was quite too late for the Human mother. He took in the child and raised them himself in Briar Valley, Silver is not the only child the old fae has taken under his wing. Lilia knows the sheer drive humans have to protect those they truly love because he saw it firsthand and he knows better than to mess with little Grim regardless of how much fun it would be. No need to upset the Human.

Humans were quite good at taking care of others young and many had a natural proclivity to protect infants regardless of what species it was. Humans aren't really all too threatening, so many mothers of the more protective species didn't feel that threat to themselves or their young like they did with other species or even their own family. Many are quite manageable as children and almost harmless, meaning the soft Humans could take care of them with no problem.

To make a world of magical creatures tremble in fear is a mighty feat and one only the fire lotus could achieve. After all, so many looked down on humans for their lack of magic, why not suffer the same fate for those who brought Humanity to heel?

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #twst monster au #Humans Are Extinct TWST AU

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igotanidea · 1 year ago

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Icarus: Jason Todd x reader

A/N: been a while since the last angst,right? ;)

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When he came back to the apartment, seeing her fully awake, eyes puffy, red and almost closing sitting in front of the computer and cursing her coworker, he didn't think the night would end up like this.

This, being her patching him up.

And ending up in bed together.

Not to sleep of course.

But the way her fingers danced on his bare, freshly patched and sensitive skin, the way her body got so responsive to all his kisses and licks, the way his name rolled of her tongue in that breathy moan.

"Do you want me...? Tell me..." she begged in a pathetic need to confirm he felt the same for her. That she wasn't just his roomate/ friend-ish, who happened to be around in his moment of vulnerability turning into horniness. That she wasn't just being used as a fleshlight.

"I want you. Fuck, I want you." Jason groaned, intensifing his movements wanting to make her scream, to fullfll that desire and lust flooding his brain. To have her nails rake down his back in some sort of masochistic tendency. He was used to pain. It was familiar.

And he got what he wanted, breaking her for good, her moans and cries of pleasure filling his ears and making him twitch inside her, his eyes falling closed from the intensity of the release.

"I love you...." he whispered.

For a moment he was a king of the world. Flying close to the sun and basking in its warmth.

And then fell back to Earth like a mythological Icarus, realising that he lost control.

Took her to bed.

Said some words he didn't mean.

Lied to her.

The only person who stood by him despite all the bullshit, violence, emotional break-downs.

The only person who actually cared.

And it made him freeze. Then roll off her. And lay on the side, his back to her.

Neglecting all the cuddles and kisses and aftercare she deserved and needed after the rough session he just put her through.

"Jason? " her confused voice echoed in his head. This was too much. He didn't want this. Didn't mean it. Didn't need it. "Baby?" Y/N put a hand on his shoulder in what seemed a comforting gesture. And it made him furious.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed rolling to face her with daggers in his eyes, grabbing her wrist in a iron grip "I'm not your baby!"

"I'm sorry!" she squealed in fear "I'm sorry, but you said-- I thought--"

"Then you though wrong! You get some stupid idea in your head?! A little scenario of me and you being happy toghether!?"

"I didn't --"

"Well you'd better get it out now! Cause this? us?" he almost spit that word "is not happening."

"But you said--" she was now sobbing, unsure of how they got into this screaming and crying.

"Just shut up! Shut up, don't say another word!" he yelled

Poor Jason.

He didn't mean to be violent. Never to her. Never.

But the anger issues mixed with guilt got the best of him. And once he started it was impossible to stop. Even though he hated himself for every word. For every action. For every flash of pain, sadness, confusion and rejection reflected in her vulnerable eyes.

And then it was gone. He got it all out.

And instead of screams the room was filled with silence.

"I should go." she said with shaking voice, wiping her tears away

"No, wait, Y/N, I--"

"No, you were right." her shirt and jeans were finding way back to her body as she hid herself from him and the embarassment that started to creep in. "I got too carried away in my fantasy--"

"you know I'm not the relationship kind of man. Never was."

"You said you wanted me... Why? Was it just the heat of the moment? Cause it's not a game to me. "

"I didn't want to be alone..." he whispered,

"Right." she scoffed "Meanwhile, I was the stupid girl who fell for you. Getting used like a sillly teenager. One and done."

"Y/N...."

He refused to admit and show that her unexpected confession got him spinning and his heart beating faster. She fell for him. She loved him. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. He lo--

NO! FUCK! HELL NO!

He just destroyed both their friendship and any potential chance of being toghther.

Which he obviously didn't care about.

And was just about to loose her for good, cause she wasn;t going to take any more of his shit. Not after being treated like a one night stand. It was impossible for her to go back to what was before and act casual.

Which he obviously didn't care about either.

"Don;t go..." Jason hated how that sound like a desperate begging. He was never pleading. NEVER.

And that tightening grip on her meant absolutely nothing. Not like he refused to let go or something.

She could go if that was what she wanted.

Clear way.

That grip was not, in any way, a method to prevent the inevitable repercussions of what was coming for them him.

Almost as if he believed that the scraps of affection and attention could make up for both his selfishness and the fuck up that was his fault.

No one else's.

His.

"We can't be friends anymore, can we?" he whispered into space.

"No. No we can't." But you also don't want to be with me..." she sobbed and he couldn't fake it, as much as he wanted to. She didn't deserve to be treated likem this, deceived and lied to.

And he shook his head, raising to the top of his honesty with her.

"We know what we have to do, Jason..."

Yes. They both knew.

Before she could get up and get out of his life, he leaned forward captuing her lips in his. For the last time.

So good. Having those sweet, warm lips that he felt so many times before move against his. So good remembering feeling them on his neck, chest, abs and lower....

One last memory....

Don't go.

"Goodbye Jason..."

It was over.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd smut #red hood smut #jason todd angst #red hood angst #jason todd x you #red hood x you

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erwinsvow · 11 months ago

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Can’t stop thinking about reader when Rafe heads off with the cross at the end of s2… like imagine he doesn’t tell her anything and she thinks he’s ghosting her🙁 poor girl stuck through everything and (naively) believed he was innocent (I would too it’s ok we all have our moments) and now he just leaves her life without saying anything??

- 💓

wait this hurts!!!!! especially with a pogue reader or just a super sweet kook reader who literally has been defending him to everyone! even her parents who do not want her seeing rafe anymore... i can just imagine that heartbroken feeling and then when he comes back with a buzz and honestly soo different too, his personality changed so much in between 2 and 3. and the first time they see each other...

"you look good," rafe says, glancing over you like he always used to do, the same pretty, short dresses and cute shoes. there's a few things missing, the RC necklace you used to never take off, even when you're showering, the bracelet he got you when you two first started dating, the anklet he would always play with. it's all gone, a different necklace in its place. he can vaguely make out a new initial.

"thank you," you say quietly. you both stay silent for a minute, wondering what to say next. "your hair, it's different."

he runs a hand through his buzz, mind automatically floating back to how you used to run your fingers through his longer hair at any given opportunity-in bed about to fall asleep, on the couch watching some stupid movie together, in the back of his truck when he'd get between your legs and make you cum until you cried. then anger filters in, boiling his blood, wondering if some other guy is getting to see you like that now.

"yeah. s'hotter there, this is easier."

"i liked your long hair," you comment, smiling sweetly the way you always did towards him. you turn around, looking at some friends waiting for you. he doesn't notice a guy standing there, and he's thankful, because he doesn't think he could hold himself back if there was. "um, well, i should go." before you can turn around, he speaks again.

"i missed you. really, i did." you turn back, looking at him through watery eyes.

"really?" your voice is all choked up, which he hates. hates that you're crying and hates that he's the reason for your tears. "you missed me? that's why you didn't call or text? you disappeared."

"i had business to take care of, kid. i didn't-"

"you didn't have a phone? you couldn't write me a letter? you know how long i was here, waiting for you? everyone said i was stupid and i still waited-"

"y'not stupid-"

"yes i am rafe. i waited this whole time for you. i'm so stupid."

he gets closer, and you wish he wouldn't.

"not stupid. y'just a good girl. i'm sorry. i am, i am."

tears spill down, he wipes them away. you're sure your friends are staring, embarrassed if they see all your resolve caving in like this.

"can i ask you somethin'?" you look up, nodding. "you still waitin' for me?"

from this close, he can make out what your necklace says, the tiny little r pendant he once got you shaking as you nod your head.

#📮 asks #💓 anon #Rafe Cameron

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otomiyaa · 9 months ago

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Traveler's Training

Aether & Sethos

A/N: Today is also the bday of the lovely @eliankrios!!! Happy birthday Elian! This one is for you^^ I hope you have a wonderful wonderful day!

Summary: Aether and Sethos spend some quality time and end up training for, well yes, the next time Sethos will challenge Cyno. Aether knows just the way to beat him... (Also on AO3)

Word Count: 1.2K

"Wow, wow, wow!"

Aether smirked proudly. That was already the 3rd time he heard such amazed and excited cries. He watched Sethos run around, look around, explore, cheer, and come back to him with sparkling eyes.

"Amazing, huh?" Aether said.

It wasn't his intention to, well yeah, turn Sethos' attention away from Sumeru's rainforest only to brag about his beautiful Realm Within, but it kind of happened when Cyno and Tighnari left them alone for some business they had to attend to.

Introducing Sethos to the Serenitea Pot Realm was possibly the best way of entertaining him in the meantime. Without Tighnari and Cyno by his side, Aether wasn't too confident about guiding him around Sumeru after all.

"We entered that thing, and -?" Sethos admired the vast exteriors and looked around the realm inside the magical teapot.

"Yes. When I'm not out camping or staying at inns and spare rooms, this is my home," Aether said with a proud smile.

"It's amazing, woah!" Sethos ended up dropping himself in the grass, and he looked up at the sky.

"All this, in that small teapot," he sighed. Aether sat down next to him and smiled fondly.

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. And also that you and Cyno have been getting along well, lately!"

Sethos glanced at him and nodded slowly. "Me too. It's a breath of fresh air to hang around him, and Tighnari. I still hope to beat Cyno sometime, though."

"Hmm?" Aether cocked his head. Sethos blushed a little when he noticed him staring.

"What? He beat me in a duel, of course I wouldn't forget that, even though we became friends."

Aether smiled fondly. He had grown pretty close to Sethos in a short time. For him to be this honest with him, it was quite sweet.

"I know," Aether said.

Sethos frowned. "Know what?"

"I know a way to beat Cyno in a duel. In a different kind of duel I mean," he explained.

Sethos gave a sigh. "I hope you don't mean that card game. I tried it once and he just completely..." Sethos kicked with his foot into the air.

"Beat my ass."

Aether laughed, poor Sethos was so new to everything! How could Cyno be so merciless with Genius Invokation TCG! Give the guy a break.

"Hehehe, yes Cyno is indeed quite the die-hard card player. But no I didn't mean that. I meant..." Aether rolled over and reached out.

"This!" He tickled Sethos' side which was perfectly exposed since he was relaxing comfortably in the grass while resting his head in his arms.

"HUUUU!" Aether jolted as well at the funny sound that left him. Sethos jumped up like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

"What, what?" Sethos cried. "Why did you tickle me? It really tickled."

Aether snickered and covered his mouth. "Did you not ever have a tickle fight? It's like a duel, but with tickling."

Sethos sighed and shook his head. "I know about tickling, yes. I'm pretty ticklish. But to use it in combat? Hmmm."

The way he talked about it made Aether laugh even more.

"It's the kind of technique I think you could use to beat Cyno. He is... rather ticklish. Even I beat him once... no, twice," Aether said, remembering that second time which actually wasn't really a tickle fight. Just Tighnari holding Cyno down, and Aether having the time of his life teasing and tickling him. Good memories.

"Really?" Sethos sounded genuinely interested. Aether nodded

"Would you like to practice? I can give you a personal training. I tickle you, you try to tickle me back. After some practice, you'll have some good chances of beating Cyno if you use this technique."

Sethos nodded. "Alright then." But without giving him a heads-up, and without getting in position first, Aether already tickled him again, this time with two hands.

Flailing his arms and legs, Sethos let out a hysterical cackle and he threw his head back.

"Hohoho hahahang ohohon I wahahasn't reheheady! Wahaaaaah!" he cried out. Aether chuckled and wiggled his fingers rapidly all over his sides and tummy.

"Then I'd get ready if I were you! Cyno may be ticklish, but he's also quite fast and strong, so I think you'd want to follow this training well," Aether said, clawing at the ticklish guy's torso without mercy.

"Buhuhut! Wahahah! Noooo!" Sethos howled, and his hysterical movements allowed him to turn himself over onto his stomach. Not that it stopped Aether. Pinning him face-down in the grass, he climbed on top of him and attacked his ribs from behind.

"Eyaaaahaha!" Sethos squealed, trying to wriggle himself free. Aether started to wonder if Sethos could ever beat Cyno in a tickle fight. The poor guy really was too ticklish!

"Alright, alright. I'll give you a chance. Tickle me back!" Aether exclaimed and he jumped up and watched Sethos pick himself up on all fours.

Breathing heavily, he stood on his legs and reached out with his hands formed into claws, But Aether simply dodged, caught both his hands and pulled him forward, then threw him back down in the grass and resumed the tickle attack on him.

"You missed!" he sang.

"Waaaahahaha that wahahasn't fahahair!" Sethos cackled. Aether gave him two or three more chances like that. But one time Sethos only tickled him once before Aether easily turned the tables. The second time, Sethos was a little too hesistant, so Aether tickled him before he could even strike.

And the third time, heh. Sethos already started laughing before he even tried, seemingly anticipating Aether's counter attack.

"I wasn't doing anything yet," Aether said as he watched Sethos flinch and giggle.

"I know - but! Waahhh!" Aether tackled him down again and decided to tickle him until he begged for mercy, just to teach him how tickle fights like this could work.

"Do you surrender?" he asked, but Sethos shook his head and laughed hysterically.

"Nohohooo! I dohohon't!"

Laughing along with him, Aether tickled him some more, wiggling his fingers under his arms, against his sides, all over his tummy and even behind his knees, finding the sweetest tickle spots to make Sethos squeal and giggle.

Before Sethos surrendered, they were already interrupted by the arrival of Tighnari and Cyno.

"What is going on here?" Tighnari asked. Aether moved off Sethos, and the latter also got surprisingly well back on his feet with ease, his cheeks a little flushed and his hair messy.

"U-uh ah... I was getting some of the, eh, Traveler's training," he explained tiredly.

"Training?" Cyno asked. Aether signaled to Sethos not to say more; he still had a long way to go before he could beat Cyno successfully in a tickle fight.

"Y-yeah you know. We were just playing around. So, shall we go on or would you like to rest here first?" he asked Tighnari and Cyno. They smiled.

"It's nice here, let's stay for a bit longer," Cyno said.

"I agree," Tighnari said. "Do you have any tea at home?"

"I do," Aether said, and they followed them into his home. Meanwhile he patted Sethos on his back.

"We can practice again next time. Until then, let's keep this training a secret," he whispered. Sethos nodded.

"U-understood. I'll do better next time." Smiling, Aether thought he actually couldn't wait. He was having that much fun!

#genshin impact #sethos #aether #tickling #tickle fic #lee!sethos #otomiya!writes #cyno #tighnari

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livvy-fallen · 11 months ago

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To add from my last post. (I'm so sorry it took so long:( I'm trying my best to get it to you guys as soon as possible)

Yandere obey me when MC goes to the past

I'm so sorry it took a while. It got deleted as my cousin was messing around and then it wouldn't save .

Warning! This fic contains: blood, yandere stuff, cannibalism and maybe dead dove no clue! But it has disturbing subjects matters

You have been warned

People say rose tinted glasses make red flags look like just normal flags... And now your wondering how many glasses you owed.

You never really thought about how the brothers habits we're.... Let's say a red flag parade.But now you wish you realized you need to disappear and put Houdini to Shame. At first it was nothing big. A few comments from Mammon. Nothing you couldn't handle.

"Hey! Don't be going out ! I'm your first you should be spending time with me!...be grateful that The great Mammon wants to spend time with ya!"

And

"Your just asking for any lower demon to just take ya! "

Then your stuff keept on going missing. It probably wasn't just that stupid, greedy demon who was doing so but he differently was in first place for it!

Then you noticed your few friends from RAD are gone... Like that really nice succubus you were friends with. She was so nice to you always there to help you with anything. You never saw again after you said you were hanging out with her to the brothers! You were the last person to see her alive. You had to hold her funeral. You could bearly keep it together at said funeral. You never cried so hard.

You still keep a picture of her and your friend group hidden in your room. You know dam well if the brothers find it.... You don't want to think about it..

Now you wish you never made that STUPID pact with him or any of them! You couldn't of even go outside without them trying to drag you back in!

Then you saw Mammon killing one of your few friends left... The way their blood dripping making a horrible wet sound as it hit the floor. The way you could see the blood drip out of his mouth! The way he had a stupid grin on his face! You saw the poor demons insides put on display.... The poor demon was still alive! And they looked so scared... You don't blame them...... The way their life was ended by one loud stomp! And you saw the blood splatter every in a certain distance. You threw up.. Like a large amount of throw up... It didn't help you saw that bastards hand grab something.... You don't want to know what. But you then... You heard a loud chomp. And him sallowing...... You saw the insides dangling out of his mouth.... The blood still dripping.. ...

It's been.... You don't even remember..... Since then...

"I'm sorry but you made me do it. Now you have a ugly scar on your once beautiful face... But I still love you!"

You still have have a scar from trying to escape amso....its not even that noticeable from far way but he won't let you live it down! You hate all of those 7 fuckers!

You tried everything! You even used your pacts.. You managed to get away for 2 weeks and back to the human realm before Lucifer found you... You don't even know how! You dyed your hair,changed your name! you changed everything... But you think the pact is way too strong of that....

You took away to many showers after you got brought back.. You still have nightmares about it but you rather die a horrible death then tell them that..you wish that you stayed dead!

So when you got brought back to the past you were actually happy... Because they don't even remember you!! Meaning no more yandere!! You gladly took that deal and ran with it..

However the brothers didn't take it so well.... You escaped their grasp and this time they have no way getting you back!

Lucifer

He is pissed. Not only did he lose his darling. That shady wizard bitch is getting to be all yours! His anger wasn't obvious at first glance due to his pride. But if you look closely you can see how he is inraged. His coal black wings were puffed out like an upset cat. Last time he was this angry he ended up with Satan. He looking for anything that can get you back. And once you do come back he's never letting you out of his sight again. If your able to walk after you go back it's a miracle. All though the Demonus companies are really thankful. They haven't seen so much profit in the start of its production! But at the same time he feels like a failure of an oldest brother. He isn't there for his baby siblings. He feels like a failure of his family. He's watching his siblings ruin themselves. He needs to be strong for them... But he just can't bare the pain of you no longer there. The pain of knowing dam well that you could be hurting and no one is there to wipe away your tears and to pick you up. Just like how you did with his family

Mammon

Oh boy... Where do I start? He is absolutely devastated! His Human, treasure his everything is gone and probably in danger! And you just want him to except that?! (Yes. Yes we do) if he can do anything he will! If Solomon comes back with a single scratch on your perfect body he is going to regret the day his mother had to give birth to him. Mammon is using EVERY connection he has to see if they can help. Before they knew you were in the past he was the first one out the door looking for you. And we all know he isn't going to make the same mistake again. I hope you enjoyed going to the bathroom alone. Because when you get back you NOT having that again. He also is picking up the slack because of Lucifer. Mammon is the second oldest and he CAN NOT deal with the image of his siblings in pain. He cares for them. So even if gets insulted, hit and hissed at by his brothers he doesn't care as long as they aren't upset as much.

Leviathan

He's not very happy. Is all I can really say? But because of his crippling self worth issues he's saying stuff like "of course they wouldn't want to be around a yucky otaku like me" and similar stuff.. It's a little depressive. But don't be fooled if you think he isn't lashing out at everything. He nearly damaged his figures in a fit of rage once. If that doesn't show how upset he is then what does? He is the general of hell's Navy so one wrong comment from a lower demon and their swimming with Lotan

Satan

Avatar of wrath so you can guess how he is dealing with this.. Not very fucking well. He has destroyed so much of the devildom it's common practice for demons to be jumping over creators just to go to school. His room is worse for wear. It looks like a war happened in there. He is reading every single book he can about this subject so he can get you back faster but every dead end only leads to a ruined building. However most of his wrath also steams from the fact he knows how he was back then. He's worried that he will hurt you. All though he harsh with punishments he isn't very found of the idea of you getting killed by his wrath

Asmo

Asmo isn't recognizable. At all. His hair is greasy from not showering or bathing for long times.. His eyes red and puffy for crying his eyes out, lips cracked from not drinking water. He spends most of his time sleeping. He didn't get how belphi could sleep all the time but now he does. All mirrors are broken in the house. He couldn't stand seeing himself in the mirror. Not only are you gone ( he thinks your scared without them and crying without them to which your definitely not. You celebrated the second you were free) but so is Solomon! And no one other then him is there for you! That Shady sorcerer.. What if you get a scar! What if you don't drink water? (The call is coming from inside the house I swear-) what if a stupid lust demon tries to take you?! Their scent on you definitely is gone by now! He has his good days though! If he realized that you could be back soon he has to look the best! So he washed his hair and everything else, did a face mask his daily routine and put a lot of chap stick on. Just in case you're back at that day! It usually lasts for a week until he gets upset.

Beelzebub

Beel is trying to keep his family together. He's trying his very best. But he just can't always do so. He's the protector of this family. He always has been but he doesn't feel like he should anymore.. After all not only did he failed to protect Lilith. He couldn't even protect you! He I'd having nightmares after nightmares about his failures of not protecting his family to the point belphegor often goes to his beloved twin's dreams to try to put a good dream in his mind. His appetite is all over the place! One day he eats everything like normal then the next day he can't actually eat anything. It worries his other siblings. Another thing is he keeps food for you just in case you're back. He has no clue if your eating correctly! Your way from the people who protect you. Your probably so scared! (Your really not-) so he keeps food he just in case for you. No one is allowed to throw it away though... So when or IF you come back ignore the moldy rotten food. You know during the early lessons while belphi was in the attic? It's like that. Demons are pact animals pretty much and beel is the biggest family man know to man. So he was destroyed and don't get me started how he feels thinking that if he was just there with you, you would be safe and there with them. You know when you called for Beelzebub in the past because of the apples he felt that but not 100% . He felt you call for him to help you. He didn't know if he actually did in the past. He has no clue if you got hurt because HE wasn't there for you. He wasn't there to pick you up and save you

Belphegor

He is PISSED to say the least. Not only did you get out if their grasp there's no guarantee that your coming back let alone safe! The one day they let you lock yourself in your room and didn't join you is the time you were taken away by someone. That is NEVER happing again. Hope you enjoyed having a door because that is coming straight off. His sleep schedule is so off wack. One day he sleeps for 23 hours and only getting up because Beel is making him eat. Beel be dammed if he loses another loved one. But the next 3 days he isn't sleeping. He is only sleeping when beel put sleeping pills in his food. Belphi is now never leaving Beel's side. Not like Beel was letting him leave longer than 30 minutes. Belphi isn't very found of the idea that your in the past for MANY reasons but one main one is because the simple fact. You went to the past where Lilith's death was fresh. His hate for humans were so strong. He already killed you once he doesn't want to lose you again.

While all this is happening your living the life that the brothers ripped away from you. So when your looking for books about Nightbringer and when Mammon freaks out... All you get are flashbacks. You feel the pain of the brothers keeping your away from everything and everyone. The pain of knowing if you left the family alone you wouldn't of been hurting... You wouldn't of had to buried your friends bodies... You wouldn't of had to cry at a locked door begging to be let out. Only for an hour in the human realm... You missed your family... All that comes back and you can't hold it anymore. You sob your eyes out. Your crying on the floor as everyone fights... Because you know if you stay any longer it will happen again.. "To hell to this family! FUCK THIS FAMILY! LET THEM DEAL WITH THEIR OWN SHIT!" Is what your mind is yelling at you as you hold your arm. This family will be the death of you... Not like they will let you die...

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𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: abby anderson x f!reader 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: medical procedures, blood/gore, arguing, lying, suggestive content 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: angst, friends to lovers, making out, fluff 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘: no use of y/n or any reader descriptions 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 9844k

𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: The one where you argue with Mel, and seek comfort in Abby.

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𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙸: VII

Mel’s attempts at trying to pry an answer from you stop the moment she hears Jameson’s whimpering cries from inside the tent. The man had come in with a particularly nasty scrape on his leg that he left to fester and get infected, and after taking time to clean and treat it, you had both hoped that a night on some antibiotics would take care of the most of it.

Going by the sounds coming from the typically gruff man inside, the antibiotics had done shit all.

Mel rounds on you just before you enter the tent, mouth open to speak, but a muffled sob cuts her off. Her jaw snaps shut, eyes flicking to the side as she listens and thinks.

“Get an IV ready,” she orders, a frustrated glare thrown out along with it. She’s turning her back before you can respond, marching into the tent without bothering to wait for you.

Shit.

A hand comes to cover your mouth as you stare at the tent after Mel, the fabric settling back into place. You’re forced to take a long deep breath, dragging the air from between your fingers as you close your eyes, indulging in the fantasy that you’re not here and still in bed with her.

Another strained whimper breaks through the night, snapping you out of your delusion.

Right. Work. IV.

It’s not especially rare for all of the cots to be filled during the day, especially after a patrol has come home, but seeing the tent so packed this early in the morning has a heavy feeling settling in your gut.

Everyone you walk past is either asleep or on the brink of it, pain keeping them away from their respite. Too many are still hooked up to a drip of some kind, oxygen masks settled on their faces.

Picking up a chart off the end of one of the cots, you quickly scan the pages.

Vehicle explosion.

You sigh, putting the chart back in its spot on the bed. Poor bastards. Probably didn’t even see it coming.

Mel’s up in the back corner when you find her, hunched over Jameson as she tries to hold his head up with one hand and secure the bands of an oxygen mask with the other. She’s hushing him as you get closer, murmuring to him softly.

“Nice deep breaths for me, J. Good… I know, it hurts.” She lays his head back down on the pillow, running her fingers along the bands to double check they’re flat against his skull.

Jessica wasn’t lying, he had gotten worse, you didn’t have to be a doctor to see that. The man before you is in the middle of a brilliant fever, skin sickly pale and drenched in sweat. Mel had cut away the bandages on his leg, exposing the oozing wound to the air. The skin around it had swollen, and though it didn’t look much worse than the last time you saw it, you knew that what you were dealing with went deeper, under the skin.

“Sepsis.” Mel hardly looks up at you, focused on adjusting the levels of the oxygen tank on the ground next to her.

Sepsis is a nasty thing, and it won’t take much for him to devolve into septic shock. His organs will fail, and by that point there’s little you can do for him, especially 30 years into the end of the world. He’ll need to be monitored closely for the next few hours, if not the rest of the morning.

“He needs fluids.”

“Right here.” You wheel the stand over to Mel, waiting for her to take it from you. Everything had been already set up, the medics on staff having a few on standby for when they needed them tonight.

“Thanks.” She takes the equipment from you, making quick work at unhooking the tubing and getting the cannula prepped. She’s done this hundreds of times and it shows, managing to get him hooked up and taped with hardly any trouble.

You look Jameson over, watching the man taking long, shuddering breaths through the plastic mask secured to his face. “What now?”

Mel sinks back into the chair next to his bed, wiping across her forehead with the back of her hand. “Wait it out and hope it takes.”

⸙

You and Mel take shifts, helping out the other medics when you’re not sitting with Jameson. They were being stretched impossibly thin, shuffling between this wing and the other for those in critical condition, keeping tabs on multiple people all at once. You can’t do much, being a single person, but tapping someone out so they can take a breather every now and again is better than nothing.

It takes many long hours, but Jameson eventually begins to respond to the treatments, his fever finally cooling off. His tired whimpers have tapered out, his breaths evening to something less concerning. He’s nowhere near being considered in the clear, but you won’t need to watch him like a hawk anymore.

You’ve finished up on some sutures on one of the cooks— nearly sliced the tip of their finger off cutting peppers during the dinner rush-- when Jessica finds you, stopping you on your way to clean up. You’ve got your hands held up in front of your chest, trying not to touch anything while they’re sticky with blood. She places a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, night shift just got here. Clean up and go home, get some rest.” She squeezes your shoulder gently, smiling tiredly down at you. “You did great, I appreciate you comin’ in. Take the next few days off, yeah?”

“Thanks, Jess. Happy to help.” You return the smile, awkwardly waving with a bloodied hand as she departs, heading home herself.

You continue your shuffle to the back room, already feeling the blood beginning to dry and crack on your skin. If you weren’t quick about it, your hands would smell like iron for hours, and you’d be put off eating until the stench went away. There’s nothing more unappetising than the subtle scent of human blood underlying every bite that you take.

The tent flaps are down over the entrance to the back room today, having been used to create some semblance of privacy for those taking powernaps any second they could during the hectic overnight shift. Unable to use your hands, you walk into the room backwards, using your back and hip to guide the heavy fabric open enough to slip through.

You pause when you turn around, immediately spotting Mel at the sink, washing her hands with her back turned to you. The spare cot lined up against the wall is empty, along with the chair near the desk. She’s the only other person in here.

Sighing, you straighten up your posture and walk the rest of the way in, standing at the opposite end of the basin to her to wash your hands. Mel doesn’t even look up when you lean closer to grab the soap, focusing on picking out the grime from her nail beds.

The gargle of the water spiralling down the drain fills the silence, along with the occasional cough or groan from the other room. Other than updates about Jameson, neither of you had properly spoken since you’d set foot inside the tent. You haven’t had the chance to, not having a moment where you were both in the same place for more than a few minutes. You weren’t going to spend those arguing while your patient was on the brink of death.

But now that the order to go home had been called out, now that you were officially off the clock, the tension was back and thick enough to cut.

Mel grabs a towel from the rack, not moving from her spot as she thoroughly dries her hands.

“Do you want to talk about it, now? Or did you want to keep it from me a bit longer?”

You scrub harder at your wrist, holding back a groan. “Mel, that’s not fair.”

She finally turns to you then, tossing the cloth down and barely missing the hamper. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” Her voice is clipped, agitated. She’s had hours to think about this, to stew in it, and it’s showing.

“Mel,” you begin, shutting off the tap once you rinse the suds from your hands. You can’t look at her just yet, so you stare at the pink water, resting your wet hands against the lip of the metal basin. “I love you, but I couldn’t do that.”

“Why?” She takes a step closer into your periphery. “She tell you not to?”

‘She’ obviously being Abby.

Your fingers curl around the edge of the basin. “Of course not.”

“Then why? If you had told me, I would’ve—I wouldn’t have—"

You turn to look at her then, cutting her off with a hard look. “You’re seriously going to tell me that you would’ve been normal about it? That you would have supported me?”

Mel falters for a second, not expecting the heat in your gaze.

“I’m allowed to have my opinion.” Her eyes narrow, arms crossing over her chest defensively.

“I know, which is why I didn’t tell you. I would never expect you to lie or pretend to be happy about something,” you explain, looking back down at the residual soap suds sticking to the sides of the sink.

“Good, because I don’t like this. She’s—“ Mel struggles to find the words, one of her hands moving to rub at her forehead as she thinks, finally landing on, “She’s not good for you.”

That gets you. You don’t know if it’s the way she says it, or the fact that she felt like she could in the first place, but it has you pushing yourself off the basin, turning to fully face her. She’s closer than you expect, and you take a step back to keep a non-threatening distance.

“Do you want to have a conversation about this, or just tell me off? Because you can’t have both.”

She almost looks insulted. “I’m not telling you off. I’m just trying to warn you—“

“I don’t need to be warned,” you bite out, feeling your own frustrations rising and doing so quickly.

“Then why were you trying to hide it from me?” She steps closer, closing that gap again. “If it were anyone else, would you have hidden it? Or is this only because it’s Abby?” She spits her name, like it tastes foul on her tongue.

“This is why!” Your hands fly up in front of you, exasperated. They’re still somewhat wet, a couple of droplets spinning off from your digits and landing on Mel’s face. “God, Mel, it’s hard enough trying to navigate being in love with my best friend withoutyou being an— an asshole about it the whole time!”

The room freezes. Your words are left to fester between you, to cling to the air and sour.

A flurry of emotions crosses Mel’s face. Hurt, guilt, anger, an uncomfortable mixture of all three.

“An asshole?” she laughs, shocked. One of her hands comes up to wipe at her cheek. “Are you serious?”

You cringe, wiping your hands on your shirt to dry them. “Mel, I shouldn’t have—”

“You haven’t been around as long as I have.” She points at herself, finger digging into her sternum. “You don’t know her like I do. Abby can be fun. She can be nice. But she is not a good person.”

This all suddenly feels like too much. Yelling at Mel, her yelling back at you, it both feels like the most serious thing that will ever happen to you, yet just a dream at the same time. You can feel the adrenaline pounding at the base of your skull, begging to be let out, to flood your system.

You suck in a breath and hold it to try and calm down, closing your eyes as you breathe it out once you feel like you’ll burst. Mel is still staring at you with that devastating look when you open your eyes again, and it feels almost like you’ve been punched in the gut.

“Mel,” You try to lower your voice, sound as apologetic as you feel. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. And I’m sorry the two of you don’t get along.” Mel’s eyebrows furrow at this, mouth open to interrupt but you keep going. “But all that stuff I said the other day? The things you were happy for me about? That was all Abby. Does none of that matter anymore because you know it’s her?”

Her mouth closes, then opens again as she looks away, not meeting your eyes. “Yes.”

You frown, tentatively reaching for her hand as you look at her pleadingly. “Please, just try to understand where I’m coming from.”

She steps back, moving her hand behind her, out of reach. It stings, and you almost wish she had just slapped your hand away instead.

“She didn’t even like you. You used to complain that she was ignoring you all the time.”

Embarrassment floods your system, your cheeks heating with it. “I know, but that was months ago. Things change--”

“Not with Abby they don’t.”

“Mel,” you sigh, exasperated with the back and forth. “They can. They do.”

“How?” She challenges. “Because last time I checked, she wanted nothing to do with you.”

“Not that it’s any of your business,” you snip, brows pinching as your frustration grows once more, “but I did her a favour.”

“Abby? Taking a favour?” She scoffs, looking away.

“She needed a place to sleep, Mel.” You’re tired at this point, wishing this whole thing was over. You’re sure she does too. “She’d still be sleeping in the library whenever Manny kicked her out if I didn’t offer her our place. That’s why she’s there.”

Something in Mel’s expression shifts. “Is that what she’s been saying?”

You pause, a sick feeling of uncertainty bubbling in your gut. “Yes? I mean, sometimes she just comes over to hang out but…“ you trail off, her expression making you lose confidence.

“Manny’s practically moved in with Sibby by now.”

What?

Mel’s frowning, head tilted slightly as she gauges your reaction. “He won’t shut up about her. He keeps bragging that she has her own place since her roommate got transferred to the FOB a couple of months ago. He’s always over there.”

Your stomach drops, that uncertainty churning away in the pit of your stomach climbing higher and higher towards your throat.

Mel calls your name, and for the first time during your argument she looks mildly apologetic. “Didn’t Abby tell you that?”

You’re silent. There’s nothing you can say.

“She’s been lying to you, hasn’t she?” It’s accusatory, and you feel the need to defend her, to confidently say ‘No, she hasn’t’, but even you know that’s not true.

“I’m sure she—“

“Has her reasons?” Mel finishes for you, scowling. “Abby always has her reasons. She just does whatever she wants.”

You look away.

“I don’t like this.” There’s a tone of finality in her voice, her expression reading much the same. She’s done arguing about this, and so are you.

You swallow, finding it hard to speak past the burning lump in your throat. “Well good thing I’m not you, huh?”

It feels suffocating in this room. You need air. You need sleep.

Mel’s silent as you step around her, letting your words soak in as you collect your belongings to leave. She doesn’t even move, standing in the same spot while you make your way to the door.

“I don’t want her coming over anymore.”

You stop, hand outstretched to push the fabric of the tent flap out of the way. With a sigh, you turn back to face her, smiling sadly when you meet her gaze.

“Mel, you’re never home.”

⸙

You find yourself at her door without even realising it, head fuzzy and oh so loud. You’re not even confident this is the right door, only having been here twice the entire time you’ve known the Salt Lake Crew for parties Manny has thrown. It never even crossed your mind to suggest coming here during your hangouts with Abby, assuming Manny was hogging it all the time.

How wrong you were.

Maybe this was a bad idea coming here. It’s well past dinner and you haven’t seen her since this morning. She may not even be home.

Have you knocked yet? Maybe you can leave without embarrassing yourself.

Your decision gets made for you, the soft clicks of the door in front of you being unlocked from the inside dragging you from your internal spiral. It swings open, revealing a tired Abby leaning against the doorway.

She scratches at her stomach as she yawns, the hem of her long sleeve rucked up to expose the fair trail of hairs leading under the waistband of her boxer shorts. Her braid is looser, starting at the base of her skull rather than intricately braided from the top of her head.

Everything catches up to you the moment you see her. The little sleep you’ve had, the long workday, the fight with Mel. You feel the familiar burn behind your eyelids as tears threaten to build.

You’re so tired.

Abby looks somewhat surprised to see you here at her door, but not at all like she minds.

“Hey,” she greets, tilting her head to rest against the doorframe.

You swallow thickly, waving to her lamely from your spot outside her door. “Hi.”

“You were gone when I woke up. What time did you—” she cuts herself off, frowning as she looks at you. Her eyes scan your face, catching the way your bottom lip trembles. “Are you okay…?”

A traitorous tear escapes as you let out a shuddering breath, shaking your head. Your throat burns as you try to keep it all down. “Mel and I fought.”

Abby stands straight, swinging the door open wider to reach for you. She goes to put her hands on your arms but hesitates before making contact.

“Can I touch you?”

You nod, closing your eyes and trying to focus on breathing to not embarrassingly break down in the middle of the hallway.

She gently grabs your arms, warm hands enveloping you. She ducks her head to look at you, thumbs moving in comforting swipes over your sleeves.

“Hey, you wanna come inside?” she offers, voice low.

“Yes, please,” you croak, blinking your wet eyes open to look at her. Her frown deepens, and she lifts one of her hands to gently wipe at your eyes with her sleeve.

Her other hand slides down to take your own, guiding you inside so she can softly close the door behind you both.

The layout of the room is incredibly similar to your own, but flipped. Where your bed usually is is a kitchen that has seen better days, sink piled high with dishes. The other side of the room is Manny’s which is neater than the last time you saw it, walls lined with posters of cars, licence plates, and gorgeous black and white photos he’s taken and carefully developed. His photography shelf is filled to the brim, fuller than you remember, his collection of lenses and camera filters growing every time he gets a second to sneak away while on patrol. His sheets are still rumpled and his hamper is overflowing, but that almost seems to be a permanent feature.

The carpet under your boots is soft, and you feel bad for dragging your shoes across it. But Abby doesn’t say anything as she leads you down the steps.

“Want to sit?” Abby looks back at you, nodding to her bunk. You tearfully nod, squeezing her hand.

The entire space before you screams Abby, from the line of weights settled underneath the stadium window, to the collection of old books stacked above her bunk. Her space isn’t as decorated as Manny’s, but it’s certainly not plain. She’s curated the space to be practical, everything having its own space. Shoes for every occasion tucked under her bed, clothes for each season folded neatly in tubs, a specific canteen of water just for her bedside.

The few personal items she does have are tucked close to where she sleeps, a few worn postcards taped along the wall, a framed photo of a man you don’t recognise smiling from her bedside table.

Her sheets are rumpled and thrown to the side; mattress still warm when you sit down on it.

Abby squats in front of you, looking up at you from below. She places a strong hand on your knee, squeezing it gently. Her mouth opens to speak, but you beat her to it, words tumbling from your lips.

“She saw you this morning.”

Her hand on your knee stills, tensing. “Shit,” she sighs.

“She didn’t take it well. I knew she wouldn’t be happy, but Nora said I could just talk to her. A-And I tried, but she’s so upset,” you cry, looking down at your hands settled in your lap, tears dripping from your lashes. You wring your fingers, rubbing them anxiously. You know you’re rambling, probably not making much sense, but you can’t stop. “I-I can’t tell if she’s more upset about me not telling her, or about you being the one that—that you’re—“ You hiccup, the lump clogging your throat making it hard to speak.

You curl in on yourself, taking deep shuddering breaths. “I’m just so tired, but I don’t want to be at home. She probably won’t be there, b-but I can’t. I can’t see her right now.”

Abby pushes herself up from the floor, reaching into the bed next to you to pull out a discarded book from her sheets, placing it on the bedside table so she can sit with you. She slides a hand up to the back of your neck, squeezing softly before pulling you closer.

You give in, leaning against her front, turning your head to bury yourself in her shirt, just under her jaw. You can feel her swallow, the way her heart beats fast under your ear. You tuck your arms up between you, wringing your fingers in the hem of her shirt.

Abby’s thumb swipes idly along the base of your skull, side to side in long, soothing movements.

“D-Didn’t know where else to go. Needed to see you,” you stutter into her chest. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologise.” She drops her chin to the top of your head. “I’m just… glad you felt comfortable coming here.”

The rise and fall of her chest is hypnotising, impossibly calming. You let yourself close your eyes and try to match your uneven breaths to her steady ones.

“What do I do?” You sound exhausted, voice flat as a few tears leak from the corner of your eyes, soaking her shirt.

She sighs, bringing her hand to rub across your back, wrapping it solidly around your waist. “I… I don’t know,” she admits. “What do you want to do?”

You fully slump against her chest, letting her do the work in holding you up. “Sleep.”

You can feel her chuckle more than hear it, the rumble of it tickling your cheek. “Okay. You can take my bed.”

Abby pulls herself away, gently prying your fingers from her shirt so she can stand up. You sniff and scrub at your hot and sticky face, blinking blearily at her as she moves around you, shuffling pillows and blankets around on the bed.

She squats down again in front of you, taking one of your calves in her hands and placing your booted foot on her thigh. Practiced fingers pick at the laces, undoing the knots and slowly pulling the heavy shoe from your foot.

“Did you want something to get changed into? You’re still wearing your work clothes.” She doesn’t look up at you as she focuses on your boots, carefully moving your socked foot to the floor before picking up your other leg.

Your throat feels dry as you blink down at her, watching her treat you with such gentleness all while kneeling at your feet. A zip of electricity sparks from where her fingers brush your bare skin, sliding gently up under your pant leg.

“A-A shirt would be nice,” you get out, forcing yourself to look away.

Abby nods, squeezing your ankle as she places your other foot down on the floor. Taking your boots in one hand she stands up, walking to place them neatly by the steps.

She has to push aside a woven privacy screen to get to her drawers, pulling open the second one from the top to rifle through. She finds what she was looking for, an old shirt of hers that’s stretched and worn out in places and throws it over her shoulder.

Closing everything up she walks back to you, offering the shirt as she leans against the bunk. “Hopefully this is okay. It’s uh,” She looks away, tips of her ears turning pink. “It’s my go-to ‘comfy’ shirt. Y’know?”

You smile softly, fingers brushing against hers as you take it. “Yeah, I have one too.” Thumbs move across the fabric, soft and pilling. “Thanks, Abby.”

“No sweat. Let me know if you—Woah-!” Abby chokes, pushing herself off from the bunk and spinning around as you begin to pull your shirt over your head, the skin of your back hitting the cold air of the room.

“Sorry—” you muffle from under your shirt.

“I-It’s fine. Let me know when I can look. I mean- not look, but… Just let me know.” You can practically hear the heat coming off from her cheeks.

Whipping off your own, you’re quick to pull Abby’s shirt on, the fabric gliding along your bare skin. It fits you perfectly, which is to say not at all, the collar threatening to slide off one of your shoulders and the sleeves big enough to fit your entire head through.

You pull up the hem of the shirt to reach your pants, hand hovering over the zip. You pause, looking up at Abby who stands a few feet away, awkwardly shuffling on the spot as she scratches at her the back of her neck.

Ultimately you decide that going to sleep in anything you wore to work that day would be gross for you and gross for Abby whose bed you’re in, so you make quick work of the fly and shove the pants off your legs, kicking them to the floor. You quickly swing your legs up into the bed, covering them with the pile of blankets Abby had taken the time to straighten out for you.

“You can turn around.”

Abby’s looking anywhere but you when she does, finding something on the other side of the room particularly interesting. When she plucks up the courage to take a peek, meeting your tired but smiling face, her own turns the prettiest shade of pink. Her lips part as she breaths, taking in the sight of you in her shirt, settled right at home amongst her blankets.

She coughs, turning away again as she mutters something under her breath, before making her way towards the bunk, leaning over to pick up your discarded clothes. There’s a pause when she picks up your pants, blue eyes flicking to the lump of your legs under the covers. A small sound, one that you can hardly make leaves her lips and she’s looking away once more, standing to hang your clothes off the banister by the stairs. She takes a few extra seconds to straighten them out, rolling your pant legs out the right way and laying the collar of your shirt flat.

It gives you time to look at her, to watch the way the muscles in her back flex as she moves, how her braid tickles softly at the middle of her back. Thick thighs fill the boxer shorts slung low on her waist, and you need to remind yourself to breathe for a moment.

You keep watching her as she turns to face the bed, walking to the bedside table. She leans down, grabbing her discarded book. You catch a glimpse at the cover, then. The Complete Tales of Edgar Allen Poe.

“You need anything? There’s a canteen here if you need it.” She nudges it with the spine of her book, turning to look at you.

“Thanks, Abby. I really appreciate it.” You smile softly at her, fiddling with the edge of one of the blankets.

“Give me a shout if you need anything else.” She straightens up, making to move away from the bed.

You reach out, wrapping a hand around her wrist to stop her.

“Hey, wait—Where are you going?”

She looks down at you, blinking. “Uh, I was just gonna go take the beanbag or something…” she trails off, gesturing to Manny’s side of the room.

“Oh.” You look down at your hand grasping her wrist. Your fingers aren’t close to touching around it. “I was—um…” you stutter, embarrassed now that you have to say the words out loud. “Could you lay down with me? I sleep better when you’re here.”

Abby works her bottom lip in between her teeth as she looks at you, eyes shifting down to where the two of you are linked while she thinks. She nods, clearing her throat to speak. “Yeah. Yeah, of course.”

She’s patient as you move around in bed, pushing yourself to move to the far wall. There’s not a whole heap of space, but you’ve made it work with your bunk plenty of times to know that there’s definitely room for the both of you.

She places the book back down on the bedside table, lifting the edge of the covers to shuffle in behind you. The rush of cold air against your bare legs makes you shiver, curling them in close to you as you lay on your side, facing her. Abby chooses to stay sitting up, propping up the pillow behind her to support her back.

Finally laying down after the day you had, resting your head against the pillow and burying into the sheets, surrounded by her-- it’s almost too much in a strange way. You feel every ache in your joints, the heaviness behind your eyes, the weight tugging at your heart. You can’t help the couple of tears that leak from your closed eyes, pulling deep breaths through your nose to try and calm yourself down.

Abby watches you, brows furrowed as she tracks the drop of a tear off the tip of your nose. It soaks into the pillow beneath your head, and Abby can barely stand it. She leans over, using a strong arm to pull you into her side.

“Hey, you’re okay,” she murmurs, leaving her hand to warm your back, holding you close to her. You sigh as you tuck yourself into her side, resting your cheek on her solid stomach.

“Sorry,” you whisper, breathing her in. The hand on your back flexes, rubbing slightly in soothing circles.

“Why are you apologising?”

You shrug, not looking at her. “For bothering you… Interrupting your night.”

She shakes her head. “You’re never a bother. I was just reading, nothing special.”

“Your Poe book?”

Abby hums as she grabs it again, looking at the cover in the light of her lamp. “Yeah, giving it a re-read.”

“Read some to me?” You ask, voice quiet. “Please?”

The muscles under you stiffen, the hand on her back pausing for a moment. You turn your head up to look at her, tired eyes meeting her own. The highs of her cheeks glow faintly in the light, pinker than the rest of her sun-tanned skin. She simply nods, unable to break your gaze.

“Sure. Just tell me if it gets too scary for you.”

She smirks as you work a hand up to her side, pinching her lightly. “Shut up.”

The hand on your back slides down to your waist, fingertips dancing playfully along where she knows you’re the most ticklish. You squirm closer to escape her, throwing one of your bare legs across her own.

You’ve always tangled your legs together like this, weaving them together when sharing a bed, but it feels entirely different when one of you isn’t wear pants.

Abby clears her throat, moving the book to her lap to open it up with a single hand, the other lingering by your waist. She flicks through the book, past the first few stories until she finds the specific one she’s looking for. She picks the book up, using her pinkie finger and thumb to keep the pages open, and begins to read.

“The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge,”

You settle back against her stomach as Abby reads, letting her low drawl wash over you. If you were to close your eyes, you’d fall asleep in an instant, so you try your hardest to keep them open, to be selfish and let yourself live in this moment for as long as you can.

You stare out across the room, eyes meeting those of the figure on Manny’s Kage no Katana poster stuck to his wall.

Manny.

It’s the first time you’ve properly thought about him, you realise, too preoccupied with being upset to give it the time. You haven’t caught sight of him all day, and while his side of the room looks lived in, it doesn’t look like he’s been back for more than a few minutes in the past few days.

He’s probably with Sibby. In her room.

You feel a pang of something pierce your gut, a somewhat nauseous feeling. You still hadn’t brought it up, the lying. You don’t know how. Do you just come out with it? Tell Abby you know that she’s been lying about Manny for who knows how long?

It’s not the worst lie she could have ever told. You’d need more than two hands to count the number of things that would hurt more, but that’s almost why it’s bugging you so much. Why would she lie about such a trivial thing?

You free your hand from between your bodies, sliding it across Abby’s stomach to wrap around her waist. It gives you just enough room to curl into her more, impossibly close under the blankets.

Abby stutters over her sentence, pausing to look at the line of your arm across her body, to savour the feeling of your fingers gripping onto her tee before continuing on.

You focus back in on the poem, listening to Abby describe Montresor chaining Fortunato to the wall. It’s most certainly not your typical bedtime story, and you’d have to ask Abby to read it again once you were more awake, but for now it’s exactly what you need.

⸙

A light pressure runs across your cheek, tracing the curve of the bone and moving across your jaw, settling just below your ear. It’s light, but is enough to stir you from your sleep, bringing you back to consciousness.

“ – would have liked you.” You hear a whisper, so quiet in the night. “I think he always knew. He would have been happy that I — "

The hand that is cupping your jaw tenses, pulling back when she notices you flutter your eyes open.

“Hey, sleepyhead.”

You groan, blinking your eyes shut from the lamp light in your sensitive eyes, burying your head back into her side. “How long was I asleep for?”

“Not long. A few hours. Sorry if I woke you…” She trails off, apologetic.

“Why are you still up?” You’re still somewhat groggy, voice rough with sleep.

Abby shrugs, looking down at the book in her lap. Its closed now, laying forgotten. “Couldn’t sleep yet.”

You blink one eye open and look up at her, turning your head to face her.

Abby’s already looking down at you, braid loose and eyes soft. She’s shifted down a bit since you fell asleep, your head now resting more on her chest than her stomach. Up close you can almost count the freckles on her face, the couple of beauty marks sprinkled throughout. Your fingers twitch, fighting the urge to trace the silver scar that runs diagonal on her forehead.

You bury your face back down into her chest, realising a second too late that the softness you feel is her breast, the small swell of it cushioning your cheek.

Closing your eyes, you sigh, everything rushing back to you all at once. A hand smooths over your back, Abby’s thumb pressing into the sore indents of your muscles.

“You… You want to talk about it?”

You frown, gnawing at your lip, your eyes flicking over to Manny’s side again, still empty.

“I—” You throat feels dry, the anxiety making it hard to speak. Abby sits patient, working at your tired muscles as she waits for you to speak.

“She doesn’t want you coming over anymore.” You croak out, not what you intended to bring up, but important, nonetheless.

“And… do you want that?” she asks, uneasy.

“Of course not.” Abby lets out a sigh, feeling the muscles beneath you relax. “She just... She said she doesn’t think you’re good for me. To—To hang out with.” You tack on the end.

“Okay.” She says, an audible roll of her eyes. “She knows she’s not your mother, right?”

Your lips twitch in the ghost of a smile.

She sighs, bringing a hand up to rub her eyes. “Sorry. I told myself I wasn’t going to do...” She gestures vaguely. “This. You got it enough from her.”

“Its okay. You’re not wrong.”

You know that if you looked back at her, you’d see that stupid perfect smirk of hers.

“I just... I don’t know what I’m going to say the next time I see her.” You sigh, fiddling with the tag that sticks out from the side of Abby’s long sleeve.

Abby’s silent as she chews on her lip, thinking.

“M’sorry. This whole this is—“

You press closer, hitching your leg up higher over her own. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious. I knew she wasn’t going to like me coming over, but I did anyways. It was only matter of time.”

It’s your turn to be silent now, mulling over her words. If what she says is true then you’re just as liable. Even more so, really, offering your shared apartment to her, even if she did truly need it.

Well, in the beginning she did…

“Why didn’t you say anything about Manny?” The question is quiet, hesitant.

Abby tenses, her hand stilling on your back. “What about Manny?” She asks carefully.

“Him. Sibby. Their whole... thing.”

Abby relaxes slightly, resuming her massage along your back, drifting up to your shoulders. “They’ve only recently become exclusive. It’s a big step for him, and I didn’t want him to feel like I was... making fun of him or anything. He was anxious to ask her and— where are you going?”

You sit up, pulling yourself out of her grip. Her hand falls to the bed, eyes following as you turn to face her, sliding your legs under you to kneel on the mattress. “That’s not what I meant.”

You lock eyes with her, watching as confusion, then understanding, then a hint of fear and guilt seeps behind the blue. She can’t help but break your gaze, looking away to the other side of the room.

She looks as guilty as a dog.

“When Mel and I— when we were talking, she said that he’s been staying over at Sibby’s.”

She hesitantly looks back towards you, avoiding your direct stare.

“Like, a lot. Most nights.”

She purses her lips, staying silent.

You try to let the silence linger, to crawl under her skin, to make her say something. It gets to you instead.

“Why didn’t you just tell me if you didn’t need to come over anymore?”

A flash of hurt across her face. “Does it matter? I thought you… I thought you liked hanging out.”

“I do!” You insist, leaning forward as if to grab onto her, hold her. You stop yourself before you can. “But if you weren’t getting kicked out anymore, why didn’t you just say something? Why was your first instinct to just… lie?”

She scowls. “It wasn’t—I—It doesn’t matter. It’s complicated.”

You sit back, resting on your heels. “Is it complicated, or do you just not want to talk about it?”

Her scowl remains, and she makes a point of staring down at her lap, entirely avoiding your gaze.

“Abby…” You duck your head, trying to catch her. “Come on, nothing is too complicated.”

She huffs, attention focused on the closed book in her lap. She thumbs at the binding, feeling the crack of the leather under her fingers. “How was I meant to ask to come over all the time? To… To stay over.”

Brows pinching, you frown at the woman in front of you. “By asking…?”

Abby slumps back against the bed, tilting her head back to rest against the window behind her. One of her strong hands comes to scrub at her face, hiding behind it. You have to strain to hear her, voice muffled.

“I just… I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

Oh.

You face falls and you too look away, casting your eyes towards Manny’s side of the room. Your face burns as the words tumble inside your head, embarrassment eating you from the inside.

The wrong idea.

Theres only one thing that she could possibly mean by that, and your heart grows heavier the longer you think about it.

You were never going to fool yourself into thinking that Abby liking you a fraction of how much you like her was a certainty. Hell, you used to be in straight denial about it ever happening.

But you had recently let yourself have just a little bit of hope. That maybe the way you were with each other blurred the line between ‘friendship’ and ‘more’. That Mel was right, and she really did try to kiss you in the gym that day, and that the way she clung onto you as you slept said more than anything she would be willing to say out loud.

But maybe she had a point, keeping this from you, lying to you. You would have gotten the wrong idea no matter what.

“That sounded— Shit.“ She curses under her breath, still not looking at you. “I just sleep better. With you. I didn’t want you to think I was… trying to get into your pants or something…” she trails off, mumbling the end of her words.

It’s sweet. The sentiment melts your heart and makes it ache even more.

You fidget with your fingers, picking at the dried skin along the nail bed. The constant washing of your hands made them terribly dry, and you haven’t exactly been in the mood lately to remember to moisturise.

“That’s… I understand.” You try not to sound as hurt as you are, as disappointed. Abby never asked for all this, and you refuse to be the one to make it awkward.

Would it make things uncomfortable if she knew how much more that time spent with her meant to you? How she’s ruined sleep for you, not being able to peacefully rest without the feeling of her body next to yours?

Would she hate how sometimes you’d wake up and all you’d be able to smell was her, side of the bed still warm from where she only just left, and it would take everything in you to not shove your hand down your pants and just dream?

To imagine what if?

“Hey.” One of her hands encloses over your own, making you jump slightly. She’s sitting up now, frown tugging at her bitten lips as she looks at you.

“Talk to me.”

“I—Just thinking.” You try to explain away, not wanting to touch any of this with a ten-foot pole. You try to move your hands away, but she just follows the movement, squeezing them.

“About?”

You shrug, eyes casting down to her scarred hand holding your own. She squeezes again, a gentleness that comes effortlessly to her.

“What happened to ‘let me in, don’t push me away’?”

Frowning, you shake your head. “Don’t use my words against me.”

“I’m being serious.” She reaches up with her other hand, gently cupping the side of your neck, thumb on your jaw to softly move your head back to look at her. She keeps her hand there, holding you. “I shouldn’t have lied. It was real fucking dumb of me. Especially after we had that talk a few weeks ago.” She lets out a breath, looking at you guiltily. “It’s just added more to your plate. I get why you’re angry—”

“Abby, I’m not… I’m not angry.”

Guilt melts into confusion.

“… You’re not.” She says it like a statement, repeating you.

“No. Maybe I should be? But I was never angry, just confused. I get it, why you did. It makes sense.”

She’s still frowning at you, eyes squinting as she searches your face for answers. She’s not content with your answer, as sincere as it is. “But?”

“There is no ‘but’.”

“There is, I can tell.” She swipes at your jaw, thumb moving back and forth. A shaky sigh leaves your lips, and you tilt you head into the touch involuntarily.

You can see yourself in the reflection of her eyes, melting into the warmth of her. The way she holds you, caresses you, it’s an intimacy unlike anything you’ve experienced. Sure, you’ve had lovers, a girlfriend here and there, people you’ve shared a night with… But this feeling in your gut, in your heart—Only Abby makes you feel like this.

“I… What are we doing?” It comes out almost a whisper, an involuntary tumble from your lips.

“What do you mean?” Her voice lowers to match your own, leaning in slightly so she can hear your better.

You swallow, focusing on her lips so you don’t have to look at yourself anymore. “This.”

Your fingers brush her arm, sliding up to her wrist to hold it where her hand meets your neck. She shifts her fingers along your skin, moving to cup your jaw. “I don’t—I feel like I’m going crazy.” You confess.

She stills, her thumb pausing on your cheek. “Why?”

You burn, inside and out. It feels so stuffy and like you can barely get a lungful of air under this bunk. You tilt your head into her hand, your lips brushing against her thumb as you speak.

“I like you, Abby. A whole fucking lot.” Your breath warms her skin, and a wave of goosebumps swarms down her arm as she shivers. A noise leaves her throat, strained and awed. “And I don’t know what I’m meant to do about it anymore.”

Her thumb moves from your cheek, sliding down over your lips, catching slightly on your bottom one. Your eyes flutter close as Abby’s attention hones in on your mouth, applying the tiniest amount of pressure with the pad of her thumb. Your lips part for her, mouth opening just enough that she can see the pink of your tongue behind your teeth.

Her chest rises with quicker, heavier breaths, matching your own.

“What… What do you want to do about it?”

Your eyes open, catching her own. Her thumb is still pressed against your bottom lip and her eyes are like fire, and you feel like if you stay here for any longer you will simply melt.

So instead, you place a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the pad of her thumb.

Theres a beat. A moment where you just stare at each other, waiting for something to happen.

And then Abby’s pulling you and herself up to meet in the middle, your lips melding against one another’s. One of you—you can’t remember who—pulls away for just a second, your faces pressed so close together as you make eye contact, checking in that this is real and wanted before you’re surging back in.

It feels like you’re starved, like she’s something vital that you’ve been kept away from for so long. You slide a hand around her neck, pulling her deeper as your mouth opens, welcoming her in. Her tongue is licking at your lips, your teeth, against your own as she kisses you with a hunger that rivals your own.

The hand not holding your face moves to the back of one of your naked thighs, muscles in her forearm flexing as she hauls you into her lap, book falling discarded to the floor. You’re careful not to bump your head on the slats above you, gripping onto her broad shoulder as you swing one of your legs over her own, nearly slipping off the mattress before righting yourself. Abby’s grip on the back of your thigh moves higher and deeper to stabilise you, thick fingers curling towards the inside of your warm thigh. Her thumb brushes up beneath your burrowed shirt that’s risen up your hips, grazing the swell of your ass.

You both freeze at the contact, a shaky sound between a whine and a groan aired out between your lips, before Abby is pulling you impossibly closer, chests pressed against each other.

Your thighs shake slightly as you try to hold yourself up on your knees, the pleasure rushing through you and the pure width of her making it difficult to keep your position. But you can’t sit back on her lap, not like this. Her boxer shorts are only so long, and with your legs spread like this, she’d no doubt feel just how affected you are by a single kiss.

Your fingers curl around the short hairs at the nape of her neck, tugging softly as you get lost in the kiss, shivering at the sensation of her sucking your tongue into her mouth.

She whines into your mouth, airy and low as she tears away from you. Her forehead butts up against your own, shaking breaths panting over your lips. “S-Shit…” she groans, the hand at your thigh running up and down the soft skin.

You feel like you’re in a daze, your eyes blinking open blearily as you look down at her. She’s beautiful, flushed and panting and looking at you with the barest sliver of blue peeking from around her black pupil.

“What—” You’re out of breath, and you swallow and lick your lips to wet them. “What happened to not trying to get into my pants.”

She blinks at you, eyes trailing the way your tongue moves along your lips. “I never said I didn’t want to...” She leans impossibly closer, nose bumping against your own. She sighs and you feel her hot breath move down as she shifts her head. The warmth spreads to the underside of your jaw as she noses the sensitive skin of your neck. “Just didn’t want you thinking I was taking advantage of you.”

You shiver, the hand behind her head sliding up deeper into her hair, tangling in the strands. “Why didn’t—” A gasp leaves you, her lips pressing lingering kissing down the column of your throat. Tilting your head back, you push into her, tightening your grip in her hair. “Why didn’t you say something.”

A hint of tongue, the quickest swipe up to the corner of your jaw, just under your ear. “I’ve been trying to kiss you for weeks…” she murmurs into the skin, pressing a much wetter kiss to the spot.

Using the hand on her shoulder you push her back slightly, you tug on her hair to tilt her head back up to yours. Her eyes are wide and unblinking, practically panting against you as you close the distance. “I’ve been trying to get you to kiss me for longer.”

Your lips meet once again, Abby groaning at the feeling. The thumb brushing along your face presses into your cheek, opening your mouth with a soft sigh. Her tongue is there, swiping along your own as she deepens the kiss, pulling embarrassing sounds from the back of your throat.

Your leg begins to ache from kneeling like this for too long, and so you reluctantly pull away from her. She follows you, using her strong hands to pull you back to her, pressing kiss after kiss to your departing lips. You laugh softly, giggling as you hold onto her shoulder.

“Abs… Abby, my leg.”

That snaps her out of her daze, immediately letting you go to look at your leg. The soft flesh of it trembles as it twitches from strain.

“Shit—Sorry, let’s-- ” She moves her hands to your hips, fingers digging into your sides as she lifts you from her lap, moving you back to your side of the bed. You feel shaky as you lower yourself down, resting your back against the wall.

Now that you’re not in the heat of the moment you feel somewhat self-conscious, wiping the saliva from your lips and pulling the end of your (Abby’s) shirt down to cover your thighs.

Abby sits up, carefully swinging her legs around so they’re criss-cross under her. “Is your leg okay?”

You can hardly meet her eyes, nodding as you move one of your hands down your thigh and to the calf, hissing as you massage the twitching muscle. Abby reaches out to place a hand on your ankle, ducking her head to look at you for permission. You can’t help but melt under her concerned gaze, nodding as you let her pick your leg up and shift it onto her lap.

Her calloused fingers dance across the muscle, rubbing the ache away from the twitching limb. Small sounds leave your throat at your attention, making her shift in place. Neither of you have the guts to bring it up.

“Were you being serious? About what you said?” You’re focused on her hands, refusing to look into her eyes.

She fumbles slightly, fingers stuttering over your calf, but quickly picks her rhythm back up. “Of course I was.”

You flush, shrinking down a bit more in the bed. “That’s… That’s good.”

She laughs softly. “Good? That’s all you can come up with?”

“Shut up. A pretty girl just kissed the fuck out of me.” You grumble, picking at a loose thread of your borrowed shirt. “Cut me some slack.”

She’s quiet for a moment, hands still massaging your tender calf. “Were you being serious?” She tries not to sound shy, insecure, but you know her too well at this point to be able to see through it.

“Why do you think Mel is so upset?”

Abby stills. “Oh.”

“She still wouldn’t have liked it, but I think we might have been okay if it was just us hanging out. Not me… you know…” you trail off, embarrassed at your admission. You move your leg from her grip.

She’s hesitant but lets you go, her hand following you to rest on your thigh, just above your knee.

“So she…”

“Knows that I’ve been wanting to kiss you since we started hanging out? Yeah.”

Her eyes grow soft as she looks at you, the tips of her ears reddening at your admission.

“Why didn’t you say anything.”

“I’m pretty sure I did—”

She squeezes your thigh, “Earlier. Why didn’t you say anything sooner, if you felt that way this whole time?”

You chew on your lip. “Scared. Didn’t want you to be uncomfortable around me. You were getting so much sleep, I didn’t want to take that away from you.”

Abby leans forward, capturing your chin between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re sweet. Stupid, but sweet.” She murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

You sigh into the kiss, bringing your hand to cover her own on your thigh. She pulls away to look at you, following it up with a couple more chaste ones as if she can’t bring herself to pull away. She finally does though, moving to adjust herself on her side of the bed. She pulls the covers back and slides under, rolling onto her side to face you.

“Come on, you should get some proper sleep. You’ve had a big day.”

Her left arm has slid underneath your pillow, her right one opening the covers in front of her for you.

Your whole body flushes as you stare at the open spot, oh so inviting and meant for you. You’ve crawled into bed with her countless times by now, literally having done so just hours before. But this time it feels different. Intimate. You’ve traversed this territory as friends, but how are you meant to go about it now?

“What? You have my tongue in your mouth and all of a sudden you’re shy about cuddling?” She smirks at you, teasingly waving the covers at you.

“You’re such a bitch.” You grumble, manoeuvring yourself to slide under the covers next to her.

The covers fall around you as she leans back behind her to turn off the lamp, the room falling into darkness. The glow from the floodlights outside in the field give barely enough light to see, throwing an ambient blue glow over everything.

Abby settles down into the bed, sneaking her arm under the blanket to wrap around your middle, pulling you close to her chest. You rest your head on her bicep, forgoing your pillow to tuck up closer to her, breathing softly into her chest.

“This okay?” She asks into the dark, hand tracing soft patterns on your back.

You nod, nudging your leg between her own to curl closer to her. “More than okay.”

She sighs contentedly, pressing her cheek into the top of your head.

You lay like this together in the dark, listening to each other’s breaths and the ambient noises of the stadium around you.

It’s nice here, away from everything in this moment, but you know that as soon as you leave through those doors that everything will be hell. That things won’t be the same, that you’ll run into Mel and need to talk about everything, the fate of your friendship being out of your hands.

You wish you could stay here, tucked up against Abby’s chest feeling so warm and lovely, lips still tingling and swollen.

Abby, like she can sense your overthinking, presses a sweet, tired kiss to the top of your head.

“G’night,” she whispers, sounding like she’s already half asleep.

“Goodnight, Abby,” you whisper back, nosing into her sternum.

Everything will be dealt with tomorrow. For now? You need to catch up on some well-deserved sleep.

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