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avionvadion · 10 months ago

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Part Two of "I have no self control, so here ya go."

Lucifer x Fem!Human!OC

Warning: I don’t know how to write songs, so please don’t judge the Lucifer song too hard. T_T El isn’t affected by the song magic in Hell/Heaven so she ends up singing whatever songs she knows from her time on earth. In this chapter, it's "Here Comes A Thought".

I've decided this takes place just before the Pilot episode. So Angel has not been recruited yet, and the hotel is still the "Happy Hotel".

Lucifer was incredibly anxious as he shifted in his seat, one arm crossed over his chest while he bit the tips of his gloved fingers on his other, watching as Eleanora read the letter. What if it was horrible? What if he wrote too much? What if he was too honest and that ruined the letter? He can’t send that to Charlie. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

They should stop now while they’re ahead, before things go too far and he can’t take it all back.

But what if doing that is what ruins everything?

Lucifer’s mind felt like a trainwreck; he didn’t know which direction to take, which way to go. All the conductors were screaming at each other, but no one was willing to pull the lever to set him on the right track.

No one except…

Ellie?

His sharp fangs had just started tearing through the fabric of the gloves and into his fingers when the Blue Human suddenly reached out, startling him by grabbing his hand and lowering it from his lips.

She hadn’t even looked away from the writing.

He blinked.

Lucifer looked down at the hand she had grabbed. Eleanora’s grip was loose, her fingers just barely resting over his, but she didn’t pull away, simply holding it in place so he didn’t start biting again.

It was… warm.

Does she truly want to help me?

Lucifer, ever since falling from Heaven and seeing the horrors that were inside Hell, had always believed giving humanity free will was one of his biggest mistakes. But he had scared this human, threatened her, kidnapped her, and coerced her into giving him advice, and yet… despite all that… she’s been trying to genuinely help him.

And then she sang that song…

Sure, they had a deal now, but they didn’t when they had first started writing this letter. Nothing in her actions or behavior has changed- save for the fact that she was acting more comfortable around him now, but it was the same for him so that didn’t really mean anything, did it? This human must truly be a good person like his daughter believed.

“Has… Earth changed at all?”

Eleanora paused, finally prying her eyes away from the letter to look down at him, confused. “Hah?”

“Earth.” Lucifer repeated, his yellow-and-red snake eyes boring into her brown ones expectantly, hopefully. “Has it… changed? Or are you just one of the few who are most likely to get into Heaven?”

The woman stared at him, only to turn away with a snort. “I wouldn’t necessarily say I’m “one of the few”. But… the people I used to hang out with in my school days always said I’d probably be the only one at our lunch table who wouldn’t end up in Hell. Pfft!” She laughed, flashing him a grin once she realized the irony of her situation. “Funny how that worked out, am I right? They were all wrong! Technically. Which… actually makes it funnier? But, uh, nah. Probably not.”

Eleanora set the letter down on the desk and made to move her left hand from his- only to freeze, fingers twitching, as her eyes went wide. Lucifer realized then that she had no idea she had stopped him from nibbling his hand to bits, and that she’s been holding said hand for the better half of ten minutes.

“Uh…” Slowly, stiffly, she pulled her hand away, her face burning a bright red, and Lucifer stared intently at her as she turned to lean her back against the desk, folding her arms over her chest as she smiled awkwardly, not looking at him. “I mean, I’m from America and it’s gotten really shitty over the past few years. There was the pandemic, we’re practically about to start World War III, and to top it all off- we’re regressing back into the nineteen twenties! Where women are property and cattle and nothing else!”

She laughed, the sound fake and stressed and very much bitter.

The human waved a hand in the air. “Pisses me off! I mean, seriously, women can’t even breastfeed in public without getting yelled at because we might “excite” some random weirdos! Like, hello~? No! If a baby needs to be fed, it should be fucking fed. But no- let’s let it starve because some asshole might not be able to keep his hands or eyes to himself! Ugh!”

She crossed her arms again, glaring into nothing, and Lucifer leaned sideways against his desk, elbow propped up and hand on his cheek. He was practically staring into her skull, his gaze so intense, and after a minute of seething in her thoughts Eleanora jolted, sensing his stare.

Turning slowly to look at him, she blinked, unable to decipher what exactly he was thinking- if he was even thinking anything at all- and quickly flashed him an apologetic smile, waving a hand at him- the same hand she had held his with.

“S-Sorry! I… I got mad. And… rambled. Um. But, yeah, Charlie definitely thinks I would’ve gotten into Heaven- I disagreed, because, like, I never really believed in God until coming down here? I mean, my parents are religious, but even though they tried to force that on us, me and my siblings were all pretty… indifferent about the matter? That said, I wasn’t about to argue when Charlie asked me question after question and kept… getting more and more excited.”

“What questions did she ask you?”

Eleanora froze. Realizing he was actually interested in what she had to say and wasn’t going to tell her to stop talking, she brightened. “O-Oh! Um, just- y’know, the usual, “Have you ever done drugs or smoked, do you drink- if so, how much and how often, have you ever had intercourse before marriage"? That kinda of thing. Oh! "Have you ever maimed or killed someone? Have you ever thought about maiming or killing someone"?”

“And?”

She startled at that, looking at the devil king with wide eyes. “What?”

Lucifer’s gaze was curious. “What did you tell her?”

The human was stunned. “Well, I…”

Clearing her throat, she looked away and began to count with her fingers as she answered, surprised he even wanted to know. Lucifer himself was a little surprised he wanted to know, especially since he probably won’t even remember half of it, but… he was curious.

Who was this human? Why was it her that was summoned into Hell? Who was she to genuinely want to help him, even though he had abducted and threatened her for her assistance?

Why was she so good, when the rest of humanity was so wretched and awful?

“Um, well, I’ve never done drugs.” Eleanora began to list, thinking back on her answers. “Or smoke. My health was bad enough already, and I really didn’t want to make my asthma worse. Also, I don’t drink. Sure, my older sister would have me take an occasional sip of her wine just so I can say I tried it, but that’s only, like, once or twice a year since she doesn’t drink as much as she used to. Apparently I’m a dessert wine kinda gal?”

Lucifer sat up, squinting an eye. “Asthma? You don’t act like an asthmatic.”

“Charlie!” She beamed, snapping her fingers and pointing at him. “Part of the pact! My meds aren’t available down here, so she’s literally using some kind of magic to keep me from keeling over! I haven’t been able to breathe this well or talk so much since I was small! Heck, I can do zoomies and not collapse three seconds in! She’s such a sweetie.”

She is. One hundred percent. His daughter was the best.

“Anyways, she went on to explain the Happy Hotel to me and convinced me to make a pact with her, so not only have my lung issues been taken care of, I’ve got her protection and a job at the hotel. Even though… said job is to literally just exist. So I don’t really feel like I’m doing anything? But it makes her happy, so. Yeah.”

Lucifer lowered his head, processing this. “My little girl’s… really all grown up now, isn’t she…?”

Eleanora went silent.

After a moment, she moved to tap her fingers against the desk, not daring to touch him after how she had unknowingly done so earlier.

“I think…” She began slowly. “Even if she’s grown, she still has plenty of room in her life for her dad. It’s not like you were on bad terms; you just… never got to know each other. So you still have a shot. Especially since she misses you, too.”

The devil king snapped his head up, his eyes growing wide. “You… You really think so?”

Eleanora grinned, giving him a thumbs up. “Heck yeah, I do!”

“How are you so sure?” He asked, worrying his bottom lip. Lucifer could feel his eyes start to sting as he glanced at one of the portraits he has hanging up that were of his daughter, before turning back to look at the human standing beside him. “Were you a mother before coming here? Did you have kids?”

She balked. Lucifer blinked. He watched as she jumped forward, stumbling as she spun to face him, and shook her head, waving her hands at him. “No! No, no, no! Dude, I never even dated before coming here! Are you kidding!? E-Even if I did have… kids somehow, I’m only twenty-five! They’d be nowhere near Charlie’s age!”

Lucifer curled a hand around his chin, furrowing his brows and tilting his head at her. “You’re twenty-five?”

“…Yeah?”

“And you never dated?" That's surprising.

She shrugged. "All the guys that were in my school were morons and playboys, and literally every person I knew who was in a relationship was being abused or cheated on. I've dealt with my fair share of creeps, but, nah. I don't trust people."

Ah. That explains it. “So, then, Little Blue-“

“For the third time, Your Majesty, please don’t call me that.”

He ignored her comment, instead tossing one leg over the other and lacing his hands together on his lap. Lucifer narrowed his eyes at her. “What makes you so sure this’ll work?”

At that, she hesitated.

Lucifer watched as her facial features shifted, twisting into something darker and grim. His brows raised, finding this reaction most curious, and observed silently as she thought about how to answer. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of answer she would give, especially since she was twenty-five years old and not a parent herself.

After a long, suffocating moment, her hands curling into fists, she moved to fiddle with her blue-painted nails, picking away at the paint. “So, I… don’t have kids. But… I do have older siblings, and… when I was small, I never really got to know them.”

Oh?

A sad smile spread across her lips, and Lucifer leaned forward, even more intrigued now.

“They were… going through some things- depression, anxiety; a lot of their friends… killed themselves and, at the time, our parents were just recently divorced.” He winced a little there. “The divorce never really affected me because of how small I was, but it definitely messed with them. To make matters worse, our mother’s house was absolutely crowded with extended family who were… well, completely and utterly toxic, abusive assholes who only ever cared about themselves, never paid their bills, and decided to take all their anger out on me because I was tiny and couldn’t do anything about it.”

She said that last part rather quickly, her smile growing sickeningly sweet in her rage, and he blinked with a dumbfounded look on his face as she pressed the tips of her fingers together.

“Their daughter, my cousin, who would beat the absolute shit out of me and torment her siblings and even gutted a live snake, was the absolute angel in their eyes, and I was the devil because I had medical issues and was spoiled by my mom. I was four. Four. And this continued for years, and during this time all my siblings moved out, and I didn’t get to hear or see hide or hair of them for years. Also, note, none of them knew this bullshit was going on.”

“Seriously?” Once again, he finds himself regretting giving humanity free will. The abuse aside, that snake thing was especially disturbing for... personal reason.

Eleanora shrugged. “They were always out of the house and I was convinced no one would believe me. Her parents didn’t believe me whenever I tried to defend myself, so why would anyone else believe me? People were already convinced I had an "active imagination".”

Lucifer clicked his tongue, leaning back in his seat. “Fuck that.”

If the other six sins had met and abused his adorable Charlie, and she tried to tell him such, he would’ve believed her on the spot. But, then again, Lucifer himself was cast out of Heaven. He was young and excitable, with great plans for humanity and Earth and all that would inhabit it, but his ideas were deemed too dangerous, too much, for the likes of his angelic family, and they handled the matter by naming him the devil and tossing him down here with his beloved… who… also eventually left him, taking their daughter with her. Leaving him alone.

Ah, damn it.

Is he so lonely that he’s seriously empathizing with this human?

“But, hey!” Eleanora’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he looked up, face shifting into one of bafflement when she grinned and playfully waved fingerguns at him. “A laugh a day keeps the trauma away! Therapy’s expensive, but telling yourself it just be like that sometimes? Doesn’t cost a cent.”

Lucifer nodded to that, sticking out his bottom lip. “That is true…”

“Anyways!” She cleared her throat. “After… everything that part of our family did and how it… messed with my brain, I… ended up more isolated than ever. But then they moved out! And… I was able to find out who I was outside of the trauma.”

“And then?”

She smiled at him, her eyes sad. “I tried to reconnect with my siblings.”

“…Did it work?”

Eleanora beamed. “It did. I was fifteen back then. All you have to do is talk with your daughter, Lucifer. Trust me.”

He just turned his head away, gazing at the floor and the remains of many failed letters. “I… I don’t know. What if… What if she doesn’t want to talk with me?”

The room became filled with a heavy atmosphere, suffocating and thick with anxiety.

Eleanora brought a hand up to her face, fingers over her lips, as she went deep into thought. Just as Lucifer’s fears began to grow darker, his heart sinking into the pit of his stomach, she tentatively reached out and set a hand on his shoulder.

He tensed, glancing down at the hand, before looking up at her, seeing her hesitating again before she let go and knelt down so he was looking down at her instead. She reached out to grasp his hands, and he startled, realizing he had been unknowingly digging his claws into his palms.

“I’m really not good at this, but…” Eleanora took a deep breath, beginning to sing softly, her eyes gentle as she tried to comfort him in the way that would work best for him. “Take a moment to think of just… flexibility, love, and trust. Take a moment to think of just… flexibility, love and trust...”

“...I love Charlie.” He murmured. “But that… doesn’t mean she loves me.”

Lucifer adores his daughter more than anything; he’d give her the world if that’s what she wanted. Anything that was in his power was hers for the taking. She’s his sole reason for living. She’s so beautiful and bright and lovely, in this world so wretched and dark and filthy. But… he knows he hasn’t been a good father to her.

He barely spent any time with her in her childhood, and after the divorce he never got to see her at all. It may be in part his fault, since he was always too scared to try, but how can he trust she won’t toss him aside like his wife did?

“Lucifer.” Eleanora’s voice called out to him, and he flinched, looking down at her with pained eyes. She gave his hands a gentle squeeze, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s going to be okay.’

“But how do you know that?”

“Just listen, will you?” He pouted at her words, but she stubbornly shook her head and gave him a look before softening her gaze. “Here comes a thought~ that might alarm you; what someone said… and how it harmed you.”

Lucifer’s eyes drifted down to their joined hands, his lips pulling into a small frown.

“Something you did~ that failed to be charming. Things that you said~ are suddenly swarming, and oh… you’re losing sight, you’re losing touch~! And all these little things seem to matter so much… that they confuse you- that she might lose you.”

The blond king snapped his head up, eyes growing wide, but Eleanora offered him a smile. She moved to hold his hands up close to her chest.

“Take a moment, remind yourself- to take a moment and find yourself.” The human suggested. “Take a moment and ask yourself, if this is how it’ll fall apart…”

She held his hands out towards him, uncurling his fingers with her thumbs and unfolding them so his palms were exposed, the bits of his gloves that had been torn through there for him to see. Eleanora’s eyes were full of emotion, staring into his with an intensity she wasn’t able to handle before.

“But it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not, but it’s not.” She told him firmly, her voice sweet yet ever so strong. Lucifer felt his lips curl back, his eyes starting to sting again. He could feel his heart aching, always so terrified of the worst possible scenario yet desperately hoping for the best without putting forth any effort, his cowardice getting the better of him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…”

Slowly, Eleanora stood, legs shaking after sitting in such an uncomfortable position for so long. She tugged him onto his feet, the King of Hell finding himself going along with it, watching breathlessly as she smiled at him before releasing one of his hands to brush her fingers over the letter that was still resting on the desk, waiting to be signed.

“You’ve got nothing, got nothing, got nothing to fear.” Head lowered, her confidence seemed to waver, before she lifted her free hand to rest against her chest, trying to stand tall before him so he wouldn’t doubt her words. Brown eyes gazed into crimson, and she gave his fingers one more good squeeze. “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.”

Lucifer was silent, staring at her for a long minute.

It was so long she started to look uncomfortable, the woman growing worried that she might have sang the wrong thing, but then he turned to look at the letter.

Taking a deep breath, Lucifer tried to compose himself, snapping his fingers to repair his gloves before moving to pick up the pen he had set down. In that moment of quiet, repeating in his mind the words she had sung ever so sweetly to him, he asked, “How… should I sign it?”

“Hmm?” She blinked, having not expected that question. “Uh… however you want? She’s your daughter.”

Sitting straight, he tapped the letter with the pen. “But what would Charlie like best? Should I be formal? How formal? King of Hell formal,” He spoke with a silly faux intimidating voice, waggling his shoulders and almost earning a laugh from the human woman, “or a Sincerely, Your Father kinda thing? Does she even like formalities? I know she’s grown now, but when she was little-“

“How about, Love Dad?” Eleanora suggested, a small smile on her lips, her eyes shimmering with a hint of baffled exasperation and growing fondness. She rested a hand on the back of his chair, leaning down just slightly so they were on eye level. “I think she’d like that.”

Lucifer froze, pen dropping from his hand. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he looked up at her, his true personality showing through now that they’ve had not one, but two emotional music numbers. “L-Love… Dad? That’s not- That’s not too cheesy? Too cringe? She won’t- She won’t find it too much?”

She stared at him, understanding slowly dawning on her that he was less a king and more just a depressed and lonely man who wanted so badly to be a good father, yet didn’t know how. She knew he was immortal, but appearance wise he looked more like he was in his early to mid thirties. This man was an absolutely mess. “Your Majesty… Lucifer, sir… uh…”

Eleanora looked at the letter and then at him. His eyes were pleading.

“I don’t know how to tell you this… but Charlie loves cheesy. Formalities freak her out.”

“…Oh.”

“Yeeeah.”

Heart pounding, Lucifer shakily signed the letter, finding himself- against his better judgment- drawing some hearts around the Love, Dad that he wrote, before folding the letter and waving his hand, an envelope appearing in the air. He caught it between his fingers as it fluttered, and the king carefully tucked the letter inside before stamping it shut with a wax seal.

Eleanora almost flinched when he held it out to her. “There. It’s done. You’re certain Charlie will like it?”

“Y-Yeah! Of course!” She awkwardly reached out to take the letter from him. “Um, do you wanna send her a gift too? Just to be safe?”

Lucifer blinked. “A… gift? Like what?”

“I-I dunno, how about…” The Blue Human looked around the room, taking note of the hundreds of rubber ducks. There were so many, he even had some stuffed under a table. She didn’t even notice the paper ducks hanging over the doorway until now. Deciding not to think too hard about, she gestured to a pile. “Why not one of these? They’re cute. Charlie loves animals!”

At that, the king jumped out of his seat, laughing awkwardly and wagging a finger at the woman. “Oho! Ha! Haha! No! No, no, no!” He crossed his arms in an X over his chest, shaking his head as his heeled boots clacked against the floor. “Absolutely not! Ex-nay on the duck-nay! None of these are… are…”

Lucifer scrunched up his face and bent over, waving his arms dramatically.

“Are good enough for my Charlie! They’re failures, all of them!”

“Wait, seriously?” Eleanora walked over to pick one up from off the top of one of the bigger piles. The one she grabbed was wearing a red-and-white striped sweater. “But they’re adorable!”

She squeezed it.

It squeaked.

A big goofy grin spread across her face.

The human cooed, holding it up with both hands, and Lucifer froze- on his tiptoes, half bent over in his overdramatic panic, his arms held out and hands extended in front of him. The devil king stared at her, watching as she squeezed it again. “She’d love this! Ohhh~ or maybe this one? Awww, it has a little hat! So precious!”

She reached out to pick it up.

It took Lucifer’s stunned brain a bit too long to recognize what the specific hat he had put on that particular rubber duck meant, but once he did he tossed a hand out, pointing a claw at it with a panicked shriek.

“No!”

A beam of light blasted out of his hand, and Eleanora screamed, stumbling and falling back as the duck was simultaneously sent flying out of her hands and incinerated. She looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, but he just turned to her, breathing heavily.

“Don’t… Don’t squeak that one.” He told her. “It’ll kill you.”

Well, not anymore, anyways, given he just blasted that thing into oblivion. But it could’ve. Would’ve, had he not acted. Then Charlie would be sad, and he wouldn’t have anyone to give him advice anymore.

Oddly enough, he’s actually growing rather fond of this human. She was a good one. Even better, she understood his relationship with Charlie, or lack thereof, and was actively trying to help. In an even odder way, she felt a bit like a kindred spirit.

But that could just be his loneliness and desperation for connection talking.

“That fucking beam you shot out would’ve killed me!” Eleanora cried from her spot on the floor, swearing as loud as could be. “You could have just grabbed it from me!”

Lucifer paused. “Oh. Huh. Yeah, guess I could’ve.”

Seeing him give a small, half-hearted shrug, the human forgot all fear of him being the devil king and picked up the sweater-wearing duck she had dropped, tossing it at him in a fit of anger. Lucifer blinked and looked down, watching as it hit his chest with a squeak.

He turned to her, deeply unimpressed. “Really? That’s what you choose to do? Even though I just saved you? You’re in my house, and you’re throwing my rubber ducks… at me?”

Eleanora opened her mouth like she was about to yell at him, but thought better of it and huffed, pushing herself up onto her feet and moving to set the letter safely on the table. She marched over to another pile of rubber ducks. Picking one up, she turned and faced him, and he just stared, eyes half-lidded, as she threw another one at him.

It bounced off his shoulder.

With a squeak, it began to glow with a brilliant yellow light. The light faded after three seconds.

When she threw a third duck at him, Lucifer took it upon himself to dodge. He barked a laugh, pointing at her. “Ha! Missed!”

Unfortunately, as soon as the duck landed on the floor, squeaking, a bolt of lightning shot out from its beak and scorched a wall.

Eleanora jumped and screeched, practically throwing herself onto the desk in the same way someone might’ve done had they seen a spider. “What the frick, dude!? Lightning!? Don’t- Don’t you have one that squeaks rainbows or something!? Or glitter!? Something not deadly!?”

Lucifer held up a finger, about to respond, only to think about it, tapping a claw to his chin. “Actually… I don’t think I have one with rainbows? Glitter, definitely. Dunno where it’s at, though. It’s in one of these piles.” He raised an arm, gesturing widely to the rubber ducks around them.

The human gaped at him.

Lifting a hand, she brushed her bangs back out of her face, baffled, letting out a huff, and Lucifer hummed, summoning his staff so he could lean forward against it, rocking on his heels as he rested his chin on his hands. He watched as her chest heaved as she scoffed, her shapely legs shifting as she slumped over, dropping her arms to rest in her lap as she shook her head.

“You’re ridiculous.” Oh, that’s something. Rather than annoyance, there was a hint of amusement in her tone, like she found his ridiculousness entertaining or, dare say, charming.

Lucifer found his eyebrows raising. “Am I? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“Pfft!” She didn’t even try to hide her laugh. “Right!? It’s not obvious at all.”

Even stranger than her tone of voice, Lucifer found himself smiling, lips spreading wide across his face and showcasing his sharp teeth for all the world to see.

It felt nice- having someone to talk to, someone who wasn’t a wretched Sinner and who didn’t have ulterior motives. Someone he didn’t have to worry about, whether it be their intentions or… otherwise. It was a welcome distraction.

One that… actually felt good, instead of being a pathetic endeavor to keep his mind off of other things. It felt so good, he could feel a song bubbling its way up his chest.

“Well, I may be ridiculous, but what does that make you?” Lucifer found himself saying, standing up straight and tapping his cane against the floor before waltzing his way over to the desk where she was still sitting. Eleanora blinked. Alarm flashed across her face when he leaned against the side of his chair, arms folding over his chest, fixing her with a look. “You just threw rubber ducks at the King of Hell. Honesty, it was quite bold of you.”

“Th-That was… I, um…” Her expression was complete and utter panic.

Lucifer’s smile broadened into a grin, absolutely delighted at this opportunity to tease her. “A human like you? Why, Little Blue- I can hardly believe you!”

Her panic instantly switched to confusion, the woman catching the beat he was speaking with, before squeaking when he suddenly jumped up onto the desk and slid to sit beside her, one leg crossed over the other.

As Lucifer started to sing, he bounced his shoulders, grinning wide as could be as he looked at her. “What a brave human you are~ facing Hell and coming this far! Picking a fight with the king, I mean really, just who do you think you are?”

“I-“ Eleanora did not have any idea where this was going. As such, she didn’t know if he was actually upset or not. “I just- I’m sorry? I didn’t mean to- well, I did mean to, but it wasn’t-“

“A human like you, sweet Little Blue, I just can’t understand you. Come on, let’s walk!” He jumped off the desk, snatching her hand and dragging her with him, and she yelped when he yanked her forward and spun her around so they were facing each other. “Let’s talk, let’s have a dance!”

“Lucifer-“

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, not at all sincere, laughing as he grabbed both her hands and began to move around. The woman’s feet stumbled as she tried to keep in time with him. “You wanted to dance with the devil, so here I am! Why not revel and enjoy the song?”

She made a noise of surprise when the room around them began to change, magical silver music notes drifting through the air, circling them. The sky above was a brilliant glittering gold.

“Lah~ dah, a lati dah!” Lucifer sang, his dull red eyes a brilliant crimson as they spun atop a crystal clear lake, each step causing the surface to ripple. “Lah dah lah dah, lah lati dah!”

He couldn’t help but watch as wonder began to shine in her eyes, something warm that had once been long dead inside him seeming to rise and glimmer as the world around them sparkled gold and blue. Lifting an arm, Eleanora actually giggled as she spun on her toes, the devil king letting her circle around him before being pulled back into his grasp.

Before, she had been terrified, and she sang only to comfort him, but now?

She was truly enjoying the music.

“A dance with the devil’s what you wanted, so take the leap, take a glance~ enjoy your unique, magical circumstance! Not many get a chance like this!”

Whether he was referring to her situation as a human who was summoned into Hell itself while still being very much alive, or simply because she was dancing with the King of Hell, he wasn’t really sure. Lucifer was simply letting the words flow, and enjoying himself as he watched the various emotions paint across her face.

“Lah dah lah dah, la lati dah~!” He sang, before flashing her a big grin. “Say, Little Blue, is that a smile?”

The human gasped, looking at him with big brown eyes, concern flashing across her features just briefly until she saw his crinkled eyes, realizing there wasn’t a hint of animosity in his words.

Spinning and releasing her, she fell back with a yelp, but didn’t fall as he caught her by the waist. “I knew you’d find this song to be worthwhile!”

“Lucif-“ Eleanora inhaled sharply, the devil king leaning towards her just a bit too close, but in a way that was much different from how he did in the first song he sang to her.

His grin was wider, but not forced, and his crimson irises were sparkling. “Little Blue, Ellie, you~! You made a deal to work at my side, to help me with my daughter so I won’t have to say goodbye, but you~!”

Lucifer pulled her back up onto her feet, but did not remove his hand from her waist.

“You don’t know how to pick your battles! Trying to pick a fight with the one who gave Eve the apple, ha! You really are reckless, y’know that?”

“Unfortunately?”

Lucifer grinned.

“You wanted to dance with the devil~! So here I am! Take the leap, take the chance, enjoy your unique magical circumstance!” Grasping her hand, tugging her close, they began to dance together again, Lucifer taking the lead as she stumbled along, her face red as could be as he beamed. “Lah dah lah dah, la lati dah~ tell me, Little Blue; you’re a gutsy gal! Just why are you helping me?”

She blinked. “Why? Because…”

Eleanora thought about it. For once, her feet were actually matching his steps.

“You love your daughter? And… because I want to? I don’t… think you’re a bad guy. Scary, yeah, since you… could definitely kill me, but- I dunno, you’re kinda nice?”

Lucifer’s pearly white grin softened then, his eyes burning at the sincerity of her answer. Something in his heart throbbed, and he smiled gently as he sent her spinning to his right, releasing her hand, red flower petals appearing and fluttering around her as she slowed to a halt, turning to look at him once she was several feet away. Lucifer’s eyes widened a little at the sight, and he pursed his lips, wondering if this was truly alright.

She shouldn’t even be here in Hell.

Can he… really allow himself to rely on her? He should hate her, honestly, given she’s one of the beings who was given free will and with that free will has made a pact of all things with his daughter, and yet… he can’t. She’s so honest and nice, and… warm.

And pretty.

Nope, no, not the time, brain!

Attraction does not equal affection, and he’s not even sure if he can try that right now- or if he’s even capable of it, considering how badly his heart was broken when his wife left him. Even his brain’s become a scrambled mess over the years of isolation and crippling loneliness.

Friends are good, though!

He can handle making a friend. Right? Right.

I can have a human friend.

Lucifer watched as a few butterflies flew towards Eleanora, who squeaked in slight terror and ducked down, freezing in place when one landed on her head. He bit his lip so he wouldn’t laugh. Walking over, he scared the magic critters away with his staff and held out his hand, the brunette woman pausing to look up at him with gratitude before hesitantly taking hold of his hand.

“Thank you.” He told her, voice soft, and she recoiled, eyes wide.

“Huh? O-Oh, you don’t- haha, nah, it’s okay!” She smiled awkwardly at him. “I’m just… glad I can help. Like I said- I don’t really do anything in the hotel except exist, mostly because we don’t have any residents yet, but, hey! If I can help you bond with Charlie, who’s been super nice to me, then I wanna help!”

Lucifer chuckled, and this time when he tugged her towards him Eleanora didn’t yelp. She just gazed at him with wide eyes, her face burning red, as their chests and faces nearly touched.

One hand in hers, the other on her waist, the corners of his eyes crinkled warmly. “And I’m not supposed to thank you for that? Don’t be ridiculous, Ellie. Being fallen doesn't mean I've forgotten how to be grateful. I may be the devil, but I was once an archangel."

She was definitely befuddled by his change in attitude, as well as the sudden nickname, but decided not to comment on it.

Apparently “Ellie” was more acceptable than “Little Blue”.

Although, if you ask him, “Little Blue” was much cuter. It suited her. A human in Hell, weak and without magic, lacking any and all ways to defend herself should she be attacked without relying on the pact, dressed in all blue, and… well, short? It was adorable. The best nickname.

He absolutely enjoyed how tall his ex wife was, as it made for some fun antics where he could bring out his wings and fly about, but having someone a little closer to his eye level wasn’t bad either.

Wait, what is his brain trying to imply?

Stop it! Focus!

He leaned in closer, and Ellie leaned back, intimidated and very much flustered. When he started singing again, his voice was lower, gentler, but still filled with gratitude and glee. “I’ve been wanting~ for so long, to see my daughter~ and hear her song. But in the end, I ran away… like a coward…”

Lucifer lowered his head, looking away.

“But,” Looking back up, his red eyes met Eleanora’s, and he flashed her a grateful, painfully hopeful grin, “with you at my side, helping me stay upright, to face the fight, I might just be able~ for once not be a fable~ in my daughter’s life!”

The world around them shimmered, the music notes fluttering down towards the lake like feathers. The lighting grew softer, but Eleanora was so entranced by Lucifer’s voice and his scarlet eyes she barely noticed.

Even as they began to dance again, and he spun her around and tugged her back, grasping both of her hands, her gaze did not leave his form. “Lah dah lah lati da~! To be a light and set things right, so what remains is not devoured~! I thank you, Ellie.”

He lifted her hands up to his forehead as he bowed his head, his lips curling back.

“Thank you. For dancing with this… pathetic excuse of a man and devil.”

“…You’re not pathetic.”

“No, no. I am.” He said, shaking his head and lifting his gaze to meet hers. Eleanora was frowning. “If not for you, that letter… would never have been finished. It wouldn’t have even seen an envelope. I’m… the worst. Truly. I call myself Charlie’s father, but I can never do anything on my own. I just… wait. Hoping she calls me. That she reaches out. I’m pathetic, and… I know it.”

“You’re not pathetic.” The brunette stated firmly. Lucifer blinked. “You’re just scared. It’s okay to be scared.”

“But I-“

“You want to fix things, right?” She asked, and he hesitantly nodded. “You finished the letter, didn’t you?” Another nod. “You’re taking the first step. What would be pathetic is if you gave up midway through. But you didn’t. You finished writing it.”

“...If it weren’t for you, I-”

Lucifer was cut-off rather rudely by a phone’s call ringtone going off. The song was distinctly in Japanese, but it was definitely the iconic, I Want to Change the World from a classic anime that Eleanora enjoys. Her eyes as wide as dinner plates, the magic around them popping out of existence, she yanked her hands away from Lucifer and fumbled for her phone.

He made a face. “Who is that?”

“Charlie!”

Immediately, the man was stricken with panic, jumping back and flailing his hands, cane clattering to the ground. “Charlie!? Char- Charlie is calling you!? Char-Char!? My daughter!? Wh-What do we do!? What do I do!?”

“Uh, ubduh- ahhhhh, I dunno!” Eleanora was panicking herself, frantically waving a hand at him before taking several deep breaths. “Calm! Stay calm! Don’t say anything! I got this. Phew. Okay.”

Clearing her throat, she slid a thumb across the screen to accept the call and put the phone on speaker, holding it out with a nervous grin. She rested a free hand on her waist.

“Heeeey, Charlie! What’s up?”

“Where are you!?”

“Huh?”

The princess sounded terrified. “Where are you!? Are you okay!? Vaggie went to go find you, but you weren’t in your room, so we’ve been searching for you, but you’re just gone and we don’t know what to do and- are you okay!? You weren’t kidnapped by some mean demons, were you!?”

At that, Eleanora and Lucifer looked at each other, and the King of Hell awkwardly placed a gloved hand over his face, cringing, because yes- she was kidnapped, and it was by him. Eleanora had to suppress a laugh.

“Are you hurt anywhere!?”

“I-I’m not-“ Eleanora stammered for a moment, brain trying to come up with some sort of explanation, Lucifer waving a hand in front of his face and shaking his head, teeth bared in his panic. Her eyes lit up. “A-Actually, I… have a surprise for you!”

Lucifer gaped, jaw ajar in his disbelief.

“Which is… why I’m not at the hotel! Haha, sorry, I know I should have told you I was gonna be gone for a while, but, like- I really didn’t wanna give it away, y’know?” As if. Lucifer kidnapped her without a warning. Eleanora had absolutely no idea she was going to be gone from the hotel.

Charlie’s worry quickly vanished. “A surprise?”

Her excited gasp could be heard over the speaker.

“I love surprises!”

“Right!? Thought you might.” Eleanora flashed Lucifer a playful wink and fingergun, silently letting him know they had this. His eyes were wide, the man unable to believe this was happening. “Also, question. How do… you feel about ducks?”

“Awww, I love ducks! They’re so cute! Wait, does the surprise include ducks?” She gasped again. “Is it a live one!? Are you getting me a live duck!?”

“…It does involve ducks, but not a live one. I don’t think.” The human made a face, and Lucifer began to lower his hands from his face, the man actually listening to the conversation now and realizing Eleanora truly did know what his daughter would like. “Where would I even get one in Hell? Do they have ducks in Hell?”

“Good point…” Charlie let out a weak chuckle, embarrassed. “And we do! They’re just… not normal?”

“Also! How do you feel about rainbows and glitter?”

“Yeeeeessssss~!”

“Aww, yeah!” Eleanora snapped her fingers, striking a pose as she held a hand dramatically up in the air above her head. “Knew it! Alrighty! Well, to answer your questions; I’m okay, I am not hurt, and… let’s not focus on the kidnapping bit, okay, bestie?”

“Wait, what? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t worry about it. Part of the surprise. Anyways~ I shall see you soon! Tell Vaggie I said hi! Hopefully you like the surprise!”

“Aww, you really don’t have to, you know.”

“It’s all good.” She beamed, and turning her head she sent Lucifer a warm smile. “I want to.”

The king was stunned.

“El~! Awwww! Okay, well, since you absolutely insist on surprising me, I guess I have no choice but to wait! Hehehe. Ooh, Vaggie, Vaggie, guess what?”

There was the sound of footsteps and then a calm yet very amused voice going, “What is it?”

“El said she has a surprise for me! That’s why she’s gone! She’s getting it ready!”

“A surprise? Wait, really?” Vaggie sounded very confused. “But… she doesn’t know anyone in Hell! Where did she go? How did she leave without getting hurt?”

“Maybe she influenced the Sinners with her goodness!? They won’t wanna hurt someone who’s super duper nice to them, right?”

“Oh, gosh…” Eleanora was starting to look incredibly embarrassed now, the woman rubbing her exposed neck. “I really ain’t that nice. But, I’m glad you think so! You’ll… learn what’s going on once I get back, okay? With… the surprise.”

Vaggie was skeptical, but Charlie was delighted. “Okay! Hehe. See you soon! Oooh, I can’t wait!”

“Just be careful. It really isn’t safe down here.”

“Trust me,” Eleanora said, expression contorting with a grimace, “I know.”

With that, she hung up. An exhausted breath escaped her lips, and she turned to look at Lucifer. Tucking her phone in her pocket, she brushed her bangs out of her face with a weary smile.

“See? What’d I say? She loves cute and cheesy stuff!”

Lucifer just took in a deep breath, brought his hands up to squish his cheeks, and let out a screech before running circles around the room. Eleanora squawked, turning to watch the devil king lose his mind. “Why, why, why, whyyyyy!? Why did you tell her you had a surprise for her!?”

“...So you couldn’t duck out?”

He skidded to a halt, the floor squeaking against his heels, and he looked to see her grinning goofily at him, pointing at one of the many piles of rubber ducks that were in his room. “Uh-huh. I see what you did there. You think you’re hilarious, don’t’cha?”

“I do, yes.” She snickered. “And, hey! Got you to stop freaking out.”

Lucifer balked, realizing she was right.

Not giving him time to start panicking again, the human walked over and patted his shoulder. “So, I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you made all these rubber duckies, right?” Seeing him nod slowly, she continued. “Okay. Well… can you make one that squeaks rainbows and glitter? Or will that… take a day or two?”

“A day or- pfft, tch, pch’a!” Lucifer made a bunch of scoffing noises and waved her off, puffing out his chest as he rested a hand on his hip. With his free hand, he lifted his chin and rubbed his fingers together, acting haughty. “I could make, like, a hundred of those before the day’s over.”

Eleanora placed her hands on both of his shoulders then, making a bit of a face as she kept her smile on. “We only need one.”

“...I’ll make two.”

Eleanora had to stifle a laugh at his determined pout.

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Cruel Summer - Part 5

Jake & Sam x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, angst, Hozier, voyeurism, unprotected sex.

Happy Monday everyone. :) My ask box is open for thoughts/questions/concerns/inspiration as this series continues!

When you finally make your way to the wedding, the two of you arrive 17 minutes early exactly despite the late start. You explain the importance of being early to weddings to Jake while you walk at a quick pace towards the venue. He trails behind at a normal speed, taking in his surroundings of the gardens from behind his sunglasses.

As you enter, there are two rows of open chairs near the middle of the ceremony venue, so you decide to sit at the end of the back row and save the rest of the spots for his brothers and Danny.

The two of you get comfortable, casually commenting on the decor and watching guests enter, when you feel Jake place a warm hand on your bare thigh where it’s exposed from the slit of the dress. You can’t help but look down in confusion, then back up at his handsome side profile. It was extremely out of character for him to show any kind of PDA, but before you can get a word out to question it, Josh, Danny, Sammy, and his girlfriend walk in.

You turn politely over your shoulder to greet them all with a wave as they come and sit in the row in front of you. Nausea and dread fill your gut as Sammy’s eyes dart to Jake’s hand on your leg, but he quickly and casually averts his gaze, pulling his date under his arm and guiding her to her seat. He’s dressed in a red suit, the cuffs and accents a contrasting black to the sanguine velvet of his jacket and pants. You feel sick watching them together after what happened between you two. You’re not sure if it’s jealousy or guilt, but either way, you’d rather be anywhere else.

As if to torture you, his date turns around to exchange pleasantries with Jake and Josh. Sam turns slightly, listening, observing. Your stare has to be burning holes into him as you literally cannot pull your eyes off of his bright red ensemble. It’s too bad he’s either unaware or ignoring you all the while. You’re not trying to flaunt Jake in front of him, but you’re almost positive that’s how he’s taken the public display of affection.

Throughout the ceremony, it feels like all you can do is watch Sam and his girlfriend interact. You notice a few things throughout the duration. The first and foremost being that she obviously doesn’t want to be here.

The second being the way they’re avoiding each other. At one point she reaches for his arm, but he remains still and doesn’t reciprocate. He doesn’t seem to act like the Sam you’ve come to know. A twinge of guilt passes through you- he’s been more physical with you lately than he seems to be with his own girlfriend.

The third is that he’s still sad, and that breaks your heart straight down the middle.

The ceremony ends and you all make your way to cocktail hour. It moves along mostly pain-free, as you stand at a high-top table with Jake and catch up about his recent time away in New York. You keep your back to the rest of the group, trying to keep from staring at the trainwreck that is Sam and his date.

The reception is in a beautiful, ornate, dimly lit room. The wedding’s dark colors and bluesy atmosphere feel like home to you. You think back to the evening you met Jake, joining him and Josh at that small table in the back of your Nashville dive. He seems to have the same thought as the band plays a familiar tune and he reaches for your hand, asking you to dance. It feels so nostalgic that you can’t say anything but yes.

You take his hand and follow him out onto the dance floor, gliding into his embrace as he rocks back and forth with you, his left hand in your right, his other arm around your waist.

“You really do look absolutely stunning tonight,” he compliments, and you blush under his gaze.

“Thank you. You look devilishly handsome, as usual.” You push a piece of his long hair behind his ear. “But how can you see in this dark ass room with your sunglasses on?”

“All I need to see is right in front of me,” he flirts, and you roll your eyes at the over-the-top flattery. You fall into comfortable silence for a while until the mix of your hurt feelings over seeing Sam and the three glasses of champagne make you feel braver than you have in a while. It’s you that disturbs the quiet first.

“Jake. What are we doing?”

In his typical Jake fashion, he’s cool, calm, and collected despite the loaded question you just lobbed at him. “Dancing, love.”

“You know what I mean!” You can’t help but let your head fall back and groan at his smartassery. “How long am I going to be the girl that doesn’t get to spend the night?” You know you sound a little worked up, but it’s only because it’s taken you the last 2.5 months to gain the courage to ask. And you’re under the influence at a wedding, where romantic tension between everyone who isn’t married or even dating is high, so that’s not helping.

“As long as you want to be.” His answer is short and simple as he lifts his arm and spins you underneath like a ballerina; like it’s all some sort of joke to him.

“And what happens when I’ve had enough?” you prod, tilting your head, honestly questioning him as he pulls you back into his sturdy embrace.

“Then I guess you can stay the night. However, you should know I snore like a freight train.” You’re at the point where you’re not finding it funny anymore.

“Not literally, Jake. You know what I mean.” You’re a little more tense now as the two of you continue swaying to the wedding band’s song.

“If you want an actual answer, you have to ask the actual question.” He’s still so unphased by it all that you can’t help but feel like you’re not going to like what you hear.

“Are you ever going to introduce me as more than your date? Will you ever hold my hand instead of walking behind me like you don’t know me?” The questions were incredibly heavy as they hung in the air above you both. “Will I ever be more than a convenient fuck for you?” you ask, this time your voice taking on a sad timbre. Jake seems to think for a moment before sighing and leveling with you.

“I’m not exactly interested in… settling down or committing to anything right now. And I have to be honest, I don’t know when I will be.” He’s genuine now, looking at your eyes over the stupid glasses on his face.

“We’re going to be touring for another few years. It just doesn’t make sense for me right now.” All you can do is accept, nodding gently. “But hey.” He crouches a bit to catch your downcast eyes. “It’s not about wanting to fuck other people. I’m not seeing anyone else. You’re free to explore your options if that’s something you’re looking to do. You know. Settle down. House and a dog and all that.” He smiles gently at you, continuing to rock you to the bluesy tune in the background. “But it’s not like that.”

“Well that’s… good to know,” you say with a sad smile as the song slows to an end.

“I have fun with you,” he says, as if it’s a consolation. The kiss he presses to your lips is met with almost no enthusiasm. You politely break from him to head to the table and get your drink.

As you’re walking to your seat, you spot Sam and his date bickering in the corner. It’s like a trainwreck you can’t look away from as they tensely converse while the rest of the reception moves around them. Eventually the storms off, and when his gaze finds yours it feels like time is frozen. You look at him and hope he can feel the heaviness in your gaze. I wish things were different.

He stays where he is, running a hand through your hair. You’re still stuck standing behind your chair, not sure what to do with yourself. You feel magnetically drawn to him, but he asked for space, so you can’t will yourself to move from where you’re frozen. Your spiral is startled by an abrupt change in volume from the stage.

You turn to see Jake donning the wedding band’s guitar, the usual player making a beeline to the bar himself. Jake strums a few times, trying to get familiar with a guitar that’s not his own tried and true Gibson. A scan of the stage reveals the groom is at the mic dedicating the song to his bride. You smile up at the stage as the drummer clicks his sticks in a countoff.

“Jackie and Wilson,” you murmur after the first few notes.

Time is moving too fast as Sam walks to approach you. He offers his hand wordlessly and you accept, following him to the center of the dance floor.

You all but fall into Sam’s embrace, hands shaking, knees threatening to buckle. He pulls you in closer, but not too close, no matter how badly you wish you were pressed against him. It’s hard not to blush as he looks down at you, but you try to play it completely cool.

“Hi,” you say casually as he takes your hand in his.

“Hi,” he answers, his boyish voice reverberating in your heart. “You look lovely.” The tension is already palpable 30 seconds into your interaction.

“You look very handsome yourself,” answer with dignity, squeezing his hand once quickly. He lets out a chuckle as his other hand finds your lower back.

“How much champagne have you had?” he chides jokingly, subtly turning you around so your back is to Jake. That, however, has moved you directly into his date’s line of sight as she’s dancing with Josh on the other side of the room. You offer a kind smile her way and she returns it, her firetruck red lips pursed together as if it’s ingenuine. The potential guilt you should be feeling is squashed as you look away and back into Sam’s eyes, seeing his mood improve for the first time tonight.

“You liquor drinkers left your toasting glasses unattended. What else was I supposed to do?” You decide it’s safer to avoid the subject of his crumbling relationship or your accidental kiss and continue the small talk.

“It only takes three glasses of champagne for you to find me handsome,” he says, puffing out his chest with pride. “I think that’s pretty good.” Your eyes are bleary from the alcohol as you look up at his stupid, smug, kissable face and remember the way his lips feel against yours. It’s truly taking everything in you not to pull him in by the lapels of his jacket and kiss him until he can’t see straight.

“I think you know that’s not true,” you flirt, your attempt at ignoring the situation falling flat.

You’re briefly nervous that you’ve offended him, crossing the line he drew between you again, but then you see his heartstopping smile, his eyes crinkling at the edges, his slightly imperfect teeth shining for the first time that night. He doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t have to. All he does is pull you closer; close enough that you can’t keep staring into his eyes that feel so much like home, but everything feels right again once he starts singing along with the band.

“She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair. She’ll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet she wouldn’t care.”

He lets go of your hand and encourages you to spin under his arm. You step out, keeping your fingers linked with his as you turn. He pulls you back in and you continue swaying with him as he sings.

“You okay?” he asks, sensing your inner turmoil. You sigh and look up at the ceiling, letting out a defeated laugh.

“I’m not. But I will be.” His thumb absentmindedly moves back and forth where his hand rests on your back, gently consoling you as much as he probably can. A few beats of silence pass before he decides to address the elephant in the room.

“If he’s not treating you right, you should break things off,” he says, giving you a spoonful of hypocritical advice you didn’t ask for.

“Says the one who was just publicly arguing with his girlfriend in the middle of a wedding reception?” you laugh, rolling your eyes. “I feel like you’re not really in a position to give me relationship advice as of late.”

He gives a slight laugh at that, nodding in agreement. It’s quiet between the two of you for a moment as the song plays on.

“Listen. I know we’re supposed to regret what happened the other day. But I don’t.” You’re drunk on champagne and Sam and now there’s no turning back from what you just said.

He begins to answer but you place a finger to his lips, giving him a tipsy shush. “Don’t. We don’t have to talk about it. But I just… I just need you to know. I didn’t kiss you because I was lonely or bored or confused. I did it because I like spending time with someone who cares about me and the things I do. You made me realize what I want and I can’t be mad at you for not reciprocating my feelings, because you still helped me.” You sigh, feeling the incredible weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry. But please don’t say anything. I can’t take being rejected by two of you in one night. I just wanted you to know.”

He glares down at you, humorous disbelief all over his face.

“I can’t say anything?” he asks with a knowing lilt to his voice, and you shake your head with a smirk. It’s then that the song slows to an end sooner than you would have liked. You all clap for Jake as he gives a wave of thanks and hands the guitar to its rightful owner.

“Okay,” he says, as if he’s got something to tell you, but you think the second blow to your self esteem mixed with the bubbly would send you home early in a fit of tears. You let go of his hand and turn to watch as Jake comes down off the stage, approaching his younger brother and giving him a hearty slap on the back.

“Hope you were nice to my girl,” Jake says, pulling you close by the waist and kissing you on the cheek. Sam nods with a polite smile.

“Always am,” he responds under his breath, but you’re already pulling out of Jake’s grasp, still left feeling sour after your discussion earlier.

“Not your girl,” you say, giving Jake a poke in the chest before walking off towards the bar to finally get yourself a drink.

-oOo-

The formal dinner ends and the afterparty begins, the smaller group of close friends (and those with the stamina to party harder somehow) moving into the saloon-esque basement of the impressive venue. The lights are dim, the liquor is flowing, and there’s a pool table. As usual, you see the four boys readying themselves for a few games. You, instead, take a trip to the bar and have a chat with the bride, complimenting her stunning dress from earlier and the one she’s in now. By the end of the conversation, she’s ordering you both tequila shots.

Feeling warm and happy and a little too drunk to be the DD, you decide to order an ice water and make your way back to the pool table, standing by to watch them play. You look around and notice that Sam’s girlfriend is nowhere to be found.

Eventually Jake beats Sam at pool, letting out a macho grunt of celebration before pulling you in for a big kiss. The alcohol in your brain mixed with your conflicting feelings for both him and his brother have left you touch starved and in need of attention. You find yourself hungrily accepting his full lips and savoring the taste of his tongue in front of the entire room, tangling your hands in his hair. After a few seconds, you stop yourself from melting into him and come back to earth, pulling away nervously. You take a second to scrutinize his face, making sure he is who you think he is. Your vision clears before blurring again and you confirm.

He pulls you closer to him by the waist as he yells over your shoulder at someone else, joking loudly. His scarred forearm is around you, his talented hand splayed across your back. You scan the room over your shoulder with drunken eyes and can’t help but catch Sam’s. He’s lounging in a tacky, floral high back chair with his long legs stretched out over one arm. His sanpaku eyes lazily make their way from your face down your body to where Jake’s hand rests and below. He drags them back up to yours and wiggles his fingers lazily in a hidden wave, giving a sneaky smile. You roll your eyes, turning around and clinging to Jake, resting your head on his shoulder, hoping it makes Sam even just the slightest bit jealous.

You boldly bury your head in Jake’s neck, biting and sucking gently just once at the skin right above his collarbone. It elicits a heavy exhale from him, and you can hear in his too-loud words being sent across the room that it’s tripped him up. He moves to swiftly end the conversation and cups your cheek, pulling your glazed eyes to look at him.

“Have you been drinking tequila, miss?” he chides quietly, a knowing smirk on his face. You blush and give a small, mischievous smile while he holds your face in his hands.

“Maybe.” You nuzzle against his hand and it earns you a chuckle from him, eating up the attention.

You can’t even bring yourself to look at what Sam may be up to until Jake pulls you into his lap, sitting on one of the leather sofas in the saloon across from his brother.

He’s still sitting where you saw him last, his eyebrows raised, clearly thrown off by your behavior. You bat your eyelashes innocently at him, almost remorseful that he’s not the one driving you to such depravity.

Jake shifts underneath you as he chats with the groom sitting nearby, discussing some album you’ve probably never listened to in excruciating detail. You take an opportunity to wiggle a bit in his grasp and he hugs you closer.

Then things get a little more interesting, because at the sight of Jake’s hands on your body, drunk Sam’s interest is piqued. He watches with hazy, drunken eyes, his gaze unwavering. Jake’s warm hand slides down to your thigh, grabbing tightly past the slit of your dress.

Feeling bold and drunk, you make a show of shifting your hips in Jake’s lap with a slow, sensual roll as you pull your hair over your shoulder to expose your skin to him. Behind you, Jake is just as (if not more) intoxicated, careless and handsy, completely unbothered by the others that are around.

You hold direct eye contact with Sam as Jake starts to place soft, wet kisses on the side of your neck. Your eyelids flutter but you maintain his gaze. Jake drags his hand up your thigh slowly, his fingertips grazing just high enough that your lips part slightly in surprise, and if it wasn’t so fucking loud in there, Sam might have heard the small moan you let out. You see him swallow thickly as his eyes finally move from yours and trail past your chest, down your torso to your hips and thighs, where just enough of your soft skin is exposed and in his older brother’s hand.

The thought of it makes you feel fuzzy. You can’t help but smirk when his eyes flick back up to meet yours, caught in the act. Turning your head, you capture Jake in a kiss. You can feel he’s watching closely, so you make a show of biting Jake’s lower lip. It pushes Jake just a hair too far, dragging a moan out of him before he breaks from the kiss.

“You’re going to ruin a pair of perfectly nice pants,” he whispers into your hair as he pulls you back to lean against his chest. You’re still stuck in a staring contest with Sam, who now has a pink tint to his cheeks. You nod gently at Jake as he continues to whisper some vulgar nonsense in your ear, your face flushed and lips swollen. You probably look like a ridiculous mess- your hair in loose curls, your makeup surely smudged, and your dress riding up.

Your eyes are narrowed at Sam as you grind down on Jake’s lap once more, searching for some kind of relief, staring as if he’s anything but useless all the way across the room. You furrow your brow in frustration as you squirm, knowing just what you need, Jake’s fingers drag along your inner thigh again before this time grazing the hem of your panties, and your breath hitches. Sam quickly looks down to Jake’s hands, then back up at your face. He has an almost sinful smirk on his lips as he gives an upward nod, daring you to go further. You accept the challenge, shifting your left leg just enough to part your thighs and let him see up the skirt of your dress. His eyes immediately find your center and see the wet spot formed there before he looks up at your guilty, wanton face. Seconds after you lock eyes, the tension in the entire room snaps and Josh beats Danny at the game of pool they were apparently still playing.

The room is no longer moving in slow motion. Everyone jumps and looks up from what they were doing to cheer as Danny heads to the bar and Josh shouts of his victory. Everything is moving so much faster than before that you’re taken off guard, disoriented, lost. Josh is handing Jake a shot over your shoulder. You take the hint to stand as Jake moves towards the bar, now unsure of where to go or what to do, so you head into the bathroom, realizing you’re sobering up and need to get yourself together.

You take a moment to splash some water on your face to combat the heat between your legs. Once you’re back outside, you see that Jake and Josh are now battling each other. You take in the sight before you, Jake absolutely shitfaced and attempting to play pool against his twin, and have to laugh. You scan the room for Sam, but he’s nowhere to be found. As if he could read your mind, you feel a warm hand on your lower back. The two of you are hidden away in a dark corner of the room, so you whip around to see him.

“Nice show you put on back there,” he says at a normal volume. You give him the most genuine puzzled look you can muster.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sammy.” You shoot a look over your shoulder keeping an eye on what’s happening at the party, but when you turn back to Sam, he grabs you by the wrist and starts down the hallway at a speed you struggle to keep up with. You hurry to pick up your dress, trying not to trip in your heels.

“Where are we going?!” you yell with a laugh, but he shushes you, still pulling you along. Your shoes are so loud on the hard floor as you clamber after him you’re sure someone can hear you.

“Sam!” you whisper-shout, and he stops short in front of the unmarked door you’re passing. When he tries the handle, it’s unlocked. He opens it and flips on the light, bathing the room in warm light. You take in your surroundings as he pulls you inside and shuts the door behind you, locking it. There’s a chaise lounge and a few half finished bottles of champagne scattered around the room. A look to the opposite corner tells you you’re in the bridal suite- there’s her gown hanging over the mirror on a hanger bent into her new last name.

“What are we-” you begin to ask, but you’re cut off as Sam pulls you against him, his lips crashing into yours. You let out a throaty moan, finally getting to taste him again. God, how you missed him.

“Sam, wait,” you whine, gently pushing at his shoulders. He breaks from the kiss but carries on, kissing and sucking at your neck, his hands wandering to palm your ass over your dress.

“What about- oh!” You’re silenced again by a love bite, his tongue sweeping out to soothe your skin immediately.

“I ended things,” he says against your skin, and you pull his face up to look at you.

“Are you serious?” you ask, and he nods once, a devilish grin on his face.

“As a heart attack,” he quips before he guides you to the chaise. “Now get on your back.” You scurry to the seat as he shrugs off his red blazer, adjusting your gown so it’s covering your legs.

“Why so shy now?” he asks, approaching and lifting the chiffon from where it’s covering you. His eyes make their way up your legs before he swoops in between them, leaning in close to whisper in your ear.

“I tried to tell you, stubborn girl.” His mouth is so warm on your chest as he kisses and sucks on every bit of skin accessible to him. You’re sure this is a dream. You’re certain that you fell and hit your head on the dance floor and this is a concussion induced hallucination.

“I didn’t know,” you say quietly as he sits up on his heels to slip off your panties.

“Maybe if you would have listened, I wouldn’t have had to watch you give my fucking brother a lap dance, huh?” he says, the Sammy you know shining through with a quiet laugh. You bite your lip, shaking your head while you watch him undo his black belt, his red pants falling to reveal he’s in black briefs, straining against them.

You’re silent for a moment as your eyes register what you’re looking at. He’s got a smug smile on his face, his eyelids heavy with lust as he looks between your face and your exposed core.

“I wanna know exactly what you’re thinking,” he says, an arrogant tone in his voice. You shake your head, reaching for him.

“Tell me. I wanna hear you say it.” He pulls the briefs down and comes down to kiss you, placing two gentle kisses on your cheeks as he strokes himself beneath you. “Bigger, right?”

You try to hide your smile from him as he looks down at you, but it’s proving to be incredibly difficult. “Sam, please,” you whine, covering your face in embarrassment, needing him inside you.

“Nice,” he says with pride in an unbelievable display of youngest sibling energy. You finally feel him against you and buck your hips, more than ready for him to get on with it now that the contest is over.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about foreplay,” he begins, running himself between your folds. “Seems like you’re nice and wet after letting my brother finger you in front of the entire fucking after party.” You wish you had it in you to respond with something bratty, but he’s pushing into you before your brain has a chance to formulate a sentence. The delicious feeling of him leaves you speechless, your mouth agape.

“Nothing to say?” he says, bottoming out inside you. He’s right. No words come out of you. What does come out however is an absolutely vulgar moan as you stare at where your bodies are meeting. Your hand finds the back of his neck to pull him down to you for a kiss, your tongue finding his, desperate to taste every inch of him, starting here.

“That’s what I thought,” he grunts out through gritted teeth. He sets a hypnotizing pace, just slow enough to make sure you feel every inch of him inside you. His impressive size has cleared every thought from your brain as he grazes the sweetest spot inside you with every thrust; as if he was made for you. You’d be lying if you said you’d ever felt anything like him before.

Sam pushes up onto his knees, the angle he’s thrusting at now making you see stars. His hands find your shins and push your legs back into you, spreading them further, knowing exactly what the delicious curve of his body is doing to you. You begin to unravel, your hips desperately bucking to meet him, needing more of him.

“Should I let you cum? Or should I send you home with your whiskey dick boyfriend, all wound up with no relief?” You weren’t sure if he was serious or not, but regardless you weren’t ready to risk it.

“He’s not my fucking boyfriend,” you cry out in frustration, your voice cracking. “Please Sammy make me cum. Please.” He chuckles at your desperation, gracing you with the delight of his thumb to sweep across your clit, making light work of your orgasm. You’re so close, you hold tight to his wrist, praying he won’t pull away. “I’m so close,” you whisper, your body tensing up, back arching. You want to cry when he slows his pace just the slightest bit.

“You’re not gonna go home and fuck my brother are you?” There are tears threatening in your water line as you look up at him, begging him for mercy with your mascara smudged eyes.

“No, no no no. I promise Sammy. Please,” you beg, your nails leaving half moons on the delicate skin of his forearm. He hums in satisfaction, more than pleased with your desperate response.

“C’mon then,” he says, the cockiness back and dripping from his every pore. His smug attitude is just enough to send you over the edge, squeezing and gushing around him. He leans down to give you a delicious taste of his lips again, his pace slowing in an attempt not to stop your heart, or at least you think. He slows to a stop, his lips still against yours, so sweet you don’t want to taste anything else ever again, so long as you both shall live. You’re heartbroken when he breaks away, pulling out of you and whispering against your lips, “On your knees, sweetheart.”

You follow his instructions immediately, gently getting to your knees, your gown pooling around you. Watching through your long lashes as he strokes himself, you can’t help but open your mouth and present your tongue to him. Sam lets out a low groan at the sight, his brows creasing together and lips parting so beautifully you think there’s no possible way he’s real. But he is, and he’s yours, and you swallow up every drop he gives you as if it will never be enough.

After he quickly tucks himself back into his pants, he offers his palm to help you up. You smile sheepishly at him as he kisses the back of your hand before pulling you in. He holds your head tight against his chest, resting his own on top of it.

“I wanted to do it right, you know. Buy you flowers, make you dinner, ask you to go steady. All the things you deserve.”

You laugh, nuzzling against him. “You like me? I thought this was a rebound.”

He groans at your antics, placing a firm kiss to the crown of your head. Comfortable silence falls over the two of you as he holds you tight.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth. I didn’t really know what to do. It’s not every fucking day you fall for your bother’s girlfriend while you’re searching for reasons to break up with your own.”

“Not my boyfriend,” you add in, mumbling against his chest.

“Alright, come on.” He releases you, leaning over to pick up his suit jacket from the chair where it was thrown. You take the opportunity to fix your hair and wipe your eyes, not looking nearly as good as you did at the beginning of the night, but still good enough that nobody will be able to tell what just transpired. The two of you walk down the hall hand in hand and prepare to enter the afterparty undetected.

Taglist: @reesetrippingthelight@samstopochico@jordie-gvf-admin@jakesgrapejuice@spark-my-nature@gvfcinema

Part 6

#forbidden twins #greta van fic #greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van smut #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka fanfic #josh gvf #danny gvf #sammy gvf #sam kiszka fanfiction #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka #sam gvf

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words-after-midnight · 8 months ago

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Hey thanks for the follow and reblog! Just stopping by to say your WIPs sound interesting and unique. For Storyteller Saturday: Since Life in Black and White is an aughts period piece, is there a song from that time that reminds you of the story or characters? Or a song the characters like? (Believe it or not I was going to ask this anyway before I saw your playlist poll lol. Im curious either way tho!)

Ooooh thank you for this, I love music questions!

I'm sure I will forget some, but here are some songs from the aughts that I associate with the story/characters (many of these were on the original playlist, as I actually drafted the story in the late aughts):

Yellow by Coldplay (2000)*

It's Been Awhile by Staind (2001)

Weathered by Creed (2001)

My Sacrifice by Creed (2001)

Hide by Creed (2001) - This song still makes me emotional to this day, bwuh. 🙃

Breathe Your Name by Sixpence None the Richer (2002)

Down and Out of Time by Sixpence None the Richer (2002)

Dark Diamond by Elton John (2002)

Original Sin by Elton John (2002)

This Train Don't Stop There Anymore by Elton John (2002)

Unwell by Matchbox Twenty (2002)

Bright Lights by Matchbox Twenty (2002)

Clocks by Coldplay (2002)* - I've considered this the story's theme song, pretty much, since I started drafting in 2008.

The Scientist by Coldplay (2002)*

Harder to Breathe by Maroon 5 (2002) - Generally not a fan of Maroon 5 but this song is lyrically great for Gabriel

Fallen by Sarah McLachlan (2003)

Stupid by Sarah McLachlan (2003)

Train Wreck by Sarah McLachlan (2003) - this one is funny because I refer to the Gabriel/Jeff dyad as "trainwreck," but this song is not where the name comes from. It just fits lyrically.

Mr. Brightside by The Killers (2004)

Savin' Me by Nickelback (2005) - The actual only Nickelback song I've ever liked because of how perfect the lyrics are for this story lol

Amid the Falling Snow by Enya (2005)

Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap (2005)

Us by Regina Spektor (2006)

To Build a Home by The Cinematic Orchestra (2007) - Not to be dramatic but I can barely listen to this song now lol.

Death and all His Friends by Coldplay (2008)*

O My Heart by Mother Mother (2008)**

Burning Pile by Mother Mother (2008)**

Body by Mother Mother (2008)**

Ghosting by Mother Mother (2008)**

Try to Change by Mother Mother (2008)**

40 Day Dream by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (2009)

Bulletproof by La Roux (2009)

White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons (2009)

The Cave by Mumford and Sons (2009)

*Can you tell I was listening to a lot of Coldplay as a teenager? The opening chapter is called "A Rush of Blood to the Head" after the album that Clocks and The Scientist are on.

**Alternate playlist for libaw: the 2008 Mother Mother album "O My Heart."

In terms of what music They™ enjoy (ie. stuff they actually listened to at that time, so mostly older stuff than the aughts):

Gabriel's mostly an alt rock/metal/punk & similar type, which I'm sure will surprise approximately no one who's read Gabriel. His frequently played artists include Nine Inch Nails (his favorite band), Joy Division, Tool, Radiohead, RATM and the like. He's also been known to dabble in more electronic genres (eg. we share an appreciation for Daft Punk and Depeche Mode), enjoy classical music (eg. Beethoven), and have a certain nostalgic fondness for some classic rock, such as GNR and Pink Floyd, and Elton John, who was his late mother's favorite singer.

Jeff's a big classic rock snob* - think GNR, Zeppelin, AC/DC, Rolling Stones, CCR, Van Halen, Springsteen. His favorite band is Pink Floyd (favorite album Animals). Caveat: if you get him drunk enough there's a chance he'll jokingly (read: fully seriously) put on either Aquamarine by Aqua or Voulez-Vous by Abba and get very into it.

*He gets that from me. The classic rock part, not the snob part.

#writeblr #music #story playlist #aughtscore #libaw #ask #sts

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gftimelord · 1 month ago

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*The doctor froze at the question, every nerve seizing as if the very air around him had turned to ice. It was a simple question, really— innocuous, perhaps, to anyone else. But to him, it was like a punch to the gut, an old wound torn open with the sharp edge of memory. He couldn’t laugh it off, couldn’t let it roll off his shoulders like so many other teasing comments. Not this time. Not when he knew what the answer was— an answer too heavy to speak aloud, too laden with guilt and regret to share.*

*Not with him. Not with this version of his twin— young, hopeful, still bright-eyed with that fierce, innocent faith in his brother. A boy who looked at him like he was something greater than he was, who didn’t yet know the weight of his betrayal, the hollow emptiness of promises left unfulfilled.*

*The doctor— Stanford Pines— had dropped him. Dropped him like a stone when ambition reared its seductive head. He’d left Stanley behind without so much as a backward glance, chasing after the glory of academic achievement, of immortal success. And for what? To stand on a crumbling pedestal, alone and haunted by the wreckage of everything he thought he wanted.*

*It wasn’t until the trainwreck of his own decisions slammed into him— until the Time War, the destruction of Gallifrey, and the obliteration of two entire species—that he finally saw the full scale of the damage. The cost of his arrogance. His pride.*

*The cost of being him.*

*Ford stood there, the silence thick between them, the weight of his unspoken apology pressing down like a leaden blanket. It took the ruin of an entire planet, the death of billions of souls, to make him realize what a hollow, broken man he had become. Would he have seen it otherwise? Would he have woken up to the depth of his own mistakes if the universe hadn’t conspired to break him in his entirety?*

*He doubted it.*

“I’m… I’m sorry.”

*Two words. So small. So inadequate. They slipped out like a confession, barely more than a whisper, but they hung there, raw and exposed, echoing in the cavernous space between them. Those words were like the first tremor before an earthquake, shaking the fragile foundation of everything he’d been holding up.*

*The doctor crossed his arms, a pitiful attempt at shielding himself from the enormity of it all, as though holding himself together could stop the flood of guilt threatening to drown him. He couldn’t look Stanley in the eyes, couldn’t bear the sight of the brother he had wronged— the brother who had no idea the depth of what he had done. What he had lost.*

*He could feel it— the weight of the numbers, the unrelenting march of time that had burned them into his memory like a brand. 2.47 billion children. That’s what haunted him, echoing endlessly in his mind. Just a number. But oh, how it clung to him, wrapped around his soul like a chain he could never shake.*

*That day, the day Gallifrey fell, was the day something inside him shattered. And no amount of intellect, no mastery of science or time or space, could fix it. Ford had learned to hide it well—the cracks, the fractures running through his soul. But here, now, with that simple question hanging in the air, he felt them more acutely than ever.*

*He hadn’t saved them.*

*He hadn’t saved anyone.*

*The tight spring in his chest wound tighter, as if every breath threatened to snap it. He couldn’t bring himself to face Stanley in the moment, couldn’t meet those familiar eyes that always carried a spark of belief and trust in him. He wasn’t ready for that.*

*And he wasn’t sure he ever would be.*

"Gee bro, what the heck happened to you?" A small Stan laughed, "you look goofy!"

- @young-stanley

“Not as much as you, ya little rascal!”

*Ford fired back, his tone just as playful, though the warmth in his voice was undeniable. First, a kid version of himself, and now a younger version of Stanley—if the multiverse had a sense of humor, this was certainly proof of it. But despite the absurdity of it all, the doctor wasn’t complaining. In fact, it was a breath of fresh air, a welcome escape from the mess of stress and regrets he’d been wrestling with lately.*

“Takes one to know one, Lee."

*There was something comforting about slipping into their old dynamic, even with a younger version of Stanley standing in front of him. It was a reminder of simpler times, before everything had gone so wrong.*

*They were undeniably better now, but the past always came with the reminders and guilt of what he'd selfishly done.*

“How are you?”

*His tone softened slightly, genuine curiosity slipping in. Despite the teasing, Stanford cared deeply about his brother—even this younger variant—and the question carried more weight to it than it should have.*

#ooc: LOREEEEE #ooc: Doc is significantly worse than most of his variants because he can't bring himself to let GO #ooc: But in other parts he's also significantly better since he's not as intense #ooc: but yeah his mistakes? oooomph can of WORMS!#gravity falls ask blog #gravity falls stanford #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls #stanford pines #gravity falls rp #•door hopping•#•stan twins•#•doc's lore•

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aziraphales-library · 3 years ago

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Do you have any good omens fic recommendations that involve A/B/O dynamics? Any AUs or ratings are welcome, I try to avoid major character death or torture. Longer fics are preferred. Thank you all for your hard work in this fandom!

Here are a few longer A/B/O fics for you...

Needing/Getting by GayDemonicDisaster (E)

“You know I’d never hurt you, Aziraphale, and that includes doing anything that might put you at risk of falling. And I’m pretty sure getting mated and marked by a demon alpha would be right at the top of that list. Not that any of us know for sure, but I wouldn’t want to take the risk.”

Crowley has spent thousands of years carefully loving Aziraphale from a safe distance, they put plans in place to keep each other safe, until it all falls apart one day when Crowley is sent a job from below to carry out a temptation that turns into a trainwreck of wrong place, wrong time, wrong person. Crowley owns his mistake and vows to make it right.

But how to explain it to Aziraphale? How can he make the angel his at last, and how can he reconcile the hidden aspect of his life with what he wants for himself and Aziraphale?

Angst with a happy ending. While this is A/B/O (Omegaverse), because I’m tokophobic, there is *no* mention of reproduction/pregnancy/kids if that also grosses you out. The dynamics are mainly about bonding and partnership. It weaves around in the background of the events before Crowley is handed the antichrist, while he’s raising Warlock, Armageddon, and afterwards.

The Scent of Desire by IneffableToreshi (E)

Crowley is an omega with a unique condition that makes even the plausibility of romance extremely difficult, but his best friend and business partner, Anathema, feels certain that there is someone out there for him. That someone, she believes, is Aziraphale, a friend of Anathema's beau and one of the most gentlemanly alphas she has ever met.

And it seems that she may be a bit psychic, because sparks seem to fly the moment the two meet. Could this soft, literature-loving alpha be exactly what the 'broken' omega wants and needs?

Spoiler alert: Yes. Yes he is.

Sempiternal by sadwendigo & UnproblematicMe (E)

Crowley never asked to be a demon. He also never expected to fall hard for an angelic omega either, and yet here he was. As if his life wasn’t damned enough, throw in Armageddon, a rival suitor, and misunderstandings to make it even worse. But Crowley doesn’t believe in losing.

Seared into Skin by Vagabond (E)

Anthony Crowley has avoided courtship like the devil, refusing to give into high society's idea that an Omega needs to be married by a certain age until his parents decide to remove his choice. He soon finds himself married off to a gentle, soft-spoken Alpha. Lessons and love ensue and Crowley realizes there's absolutely more to life than what he had been taught.

Slow Dance by PanDemonicPanDemonium (E)

What do you do when you’re an alpha afraid of bonding the omega you’ve been in love with for 6 thousand years? And what do you do when you’re an omega, gaslit and manipulated by Heaven for 6 thousand years, in love with an alpha, but scared to say so?

Aziraphale and Crowley find that the answer to knowing they’re bonding for the right reasons, in the right frame of mind, is taking it slow. Afraid of losing control and rushing into bonding driven by their primal urges, they decide to learn how to love one another first, and to teach their bodies restraint, so that when they are certain it’s what they both want, they’ll know it’s the right time.

At least until outside influences force their hands…

Non traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega, NO pregnancy, NO dubcon. Bonding only. Some violence, blood, minor character discorporation.

Cinders Bound by Golden Crown by AJ_Constantine (E)

Good Omens Cinderella Alpha Omega AU

From the far end of the ballroom the Prince’s eyes suddenly locked on Crowley. He raised his arm up slowly to the dias Crowley was on, his hand held out beseechingly. Shuddering under the intensity of that blazing gaze, his conflicting instincts to flee and move closer settled as Crowley suddenly knew with a clarity that brought a calm wash soothing over the jagged edges of his seething emotions that he was incapable of not going to the bright Alpha calling to him silently.

Just breathe. He inhaled shakily and began descending the steps down. Prince Aziraphale mirrored him, stepping forward with slow purposeful steps. The sea of nobles between them parted as if by magic in the spreading silence of the ballroom as they moved closer. He stopped at the edge of the dance floor, his hand slowly rising to settle in the Prince’s outstretched one. The touch felt grounding, soothing the inner burning longing searing his insides at the sensation of being held, even if only by the curl of the firm fingers beneath his own. The Prince looked at Crowley’s face searchingly and then asked quietly, in a voice ringing with steady intent, “May I have this dance?”

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #adult omens #a/b/o dynamics #mod d

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cottoncandy-jester · 4 years ago

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✨lie down darling it's time for a dream✨

Sinful love(tensuga x camboy reader)

So I'm obsessed with this ship and decided to write something for it, honestly this might be a series cause I really like this ship

This story contains: yandere behavior, manipulation, talk of stalking, anal sex, domestic abuse(poor tendou)

Just some info before people hate me for making suga the way he is, I portray suga as two sided like he looks all cute but he is actually satan with a harsh temper

Your unsteady sigh filled the room as suga thrusted deeper into tendou's ass who was wearing a bunny outfit that belonged to you, suga making sure to slam his hips as he fucked the male mercilessly. He leaned forward and pressed his nose to the corset smelling your scent still burned into it and he couldn't help but dig his nails Into tendou as he fucked him brutally

Their obsession with you was beyond unhealthy, they watched every show and even knew where you lived so they would constantly visit your house without your knowledge, you went to the same college as the two so you would see them around a lot which formed a steady friendship. A friendship surrounded with lies.

"ah, koushi! Fuck- yes! Im gonna cum! "

Tendou panted out as he eyed the screen watching as you stuffed your hole with a thick dildo the mask on your face almost slipping but you quickly fixed you. The sight of you made both boys shudder with pleasure as you let out loud and desperate moans.

"y-yeah I'm going to cum too, just give me a minute, oh [y/n] baby you're gonna cum too aren't you..let's all cum together my sweet angel"

Suga's strained voice was met with him keeping his eyes glued to the screen as he started to stroke tendou off rapidly. The mix of your moans and tendou's was enough to make suga buck his hips harshly and fill the redhead up with thick strands of cum.

Watching your orgasm was like pure heaven, the way your body twitched as you bucked your hips up and cummed all over yourself. the sight alone was making the boys hard again

Suga pulled out before grabbing a towel to clean them up while tendou was still watching you, normally you would have signed off already but tendou watched as you wiped yourself clean before a devilish smile was on your face. It was a smile that made tendou quite nervous

Suga simply returned and started to clean up the mess they made while kissing along tendou's neck but his eyes stayed glued to the screen. The two watched as you reached up to touch your mask as if you were going to pull it off, they already knew who you were but they really didn't want other people to know your identity since you were theirs.

"I'm holding a raffle, everyone who donates $100 or more will be added to this raffle, the prize is simple..a date with me. Of course it ends with a night of passion"

Suga froze in his tracks as he now harshly gripped tendou's waist his anger starting to bubble up, just what the hell did you think you were doing selling your body like that?!

"no cameras or anything! How scary! you can do anything you want and no one would see it, though doesn't that make it exciting? Anyways rules are simple donate and wait. This pick will be random, though if you were to donate a large amount that would get my attention"

As you spoke suga was getting more and more pissed to the point where tendou had to try and calm him down before he does something dangerous. When it came to the two of them suga was definitely the more dangerous one tendou himself had his own dangers and moments but suga had a temper that made him quite scary.

"let's just enter the raffle, okay? Maybe if we donate a large amount they will pick us so just relax okay? "

Tendou softly spoke as he winced under suga's harsh grip. Tendou moved suga's hands to put around his throat their eyes locking and suga eyes the redhead with a scowl.

"hey come onnn~ you're all pent up. So just take it out on me okay? Okay?? If you have to choke me just do it. If you wanna hurt me then it's okay"

"tch. Such a good boy always wanting to make me happy"

Suga's tone was sugary sweet as a gentle smile formed on his face before his hands tightened around tendou's throat, suga watched the male's face start to pale as his own mind started to have delusion

"I mean he's being selfish, we've all been friends for three years and he just decided to sell his body like this. Can you believe it satori?! It's just, so cruel"

suga spoke nonchalantly as tendou reached and started to claw at the male's arm desperately his face starting to reach a shade if blue that it really shouldn't. Suga sighs as he shoved tendou back on the bed watching him harshly cough

"do we really mean so little to him? He should have offered to go on a date with us, seeing as we are trustworthy best friends to him"

Before tendou could respond suga moved ontop of him and let out a long sigh as he grinded against the male his nails taking along his chest to the point of blood starting to form. His eyes glared down at tendou who was shaking and drooling a little as pain shot through his body

"he deserves to be punished right satori?"

"ah! Y-yeah! He's such a bad boy, our bad boy"

Suga paused before a light and cheerful laugh escapes him and he leaned down licking the blood off tendou's chest his eyes darkening at the sight of the perverted expression on tendou's face.

"dirty little monster, you both are so perverted huh? How gross! But it's okay cause I love you"

"mhm.."

The lack of response made suga growl before he slapped tendou across the face. The male's cheek already starting to redden, the one slap wasn't enough and he started to repeatedly slap the male over and over

"say it back, say it back. Say you love me! Come on don't be cruel, you are being selfish when you don't say it"

By now tendou's cheek was bruised and he was shivering as tears threatened to fall from the pain but he simply gave a bright smile as his eyes sparkled with joy.

"I love you koushi, of course I love you"

Suga stopped and a charming smile was on his face before he leaned down planting a kiss on tendou's lips before his eyes landed on the laptop that now had a black screen before he laid his head on the male's chest with a gentle sigh.

"it's okay satori, we'll get them to love us. No matter what okay? So don't be sad baby"

Tendou nervously glanced down at the utter trainwreck laying on him and as much as he loved you he knew suga loved you more and wanted to take you solely for the reason that it will calm suga down and ease his temper.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu imagines #tendou satori #sugawara koushi #yandere imagines #yandere haikyuu imagines #sugaten #tensuga

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mizumelona · 5 years ago

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set me up | atsumu x reader

SYNOPSIS: You’re an ambitious career woman, who’s got everything…except a significant other. Your mom, sick of you showing up to family functions alone, sets you up on a series of (terrible) blind dates. You make these dates meet you at your favorite restaurant, Onigiri Miya, but for some reason the owner’s jerk of a twin brother always happens to be there exactly when things crash and burn.

NOTE: I had a ton of fun writing this chapter, and I hope you enjoy. Things are finally starting to pick up between Atsumu and the MC hehe.

MASTERLIST

PREV | DATE 2 - THE LYING, CHEATING BASTARD | NEXT

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Onigiri Miya. Sunday 10:55AM

You did a quick survey for a certain dye job jerk as you opened the door and stepped into Onigiri Miya. The coast was clear. Awesome.

“Glad ‘Tsumu isn’t here?”, Osamu called out to you as he continued wiping dishes. You’d stopped by nearly every day this past week, and had gotten in the habit of chatting with Osamu while he prepared your orders. Yes the amount of onigiri you ate was getting a little ridiculous but at least you were eating real meals and not resorting to soylent. Surprisingly, you hadn’t encountered Atsumu during your visits.

“Hey Osamu! Haha yeah it’s just that I have another date today and I don’t trust him not to butt in”

“Yeah I wouldn’t either”

Just then, the door chimes jingled. You quickly fixed your hair and turned to put on that demure smile you’d been practicing, but it was immediately wiped off your face as your least favorite blondie walked through the door.

“Pfft. That smile was even more ridiculous than the last time sweetheart”, Atsumu said with a chuckle, setting down his bag and taking a seat at the bar. “Though I hafta admit I didn’t expect to see ya here so soon” He looked you up and down. “Another date?”

“None of your business lemon head.” Atsumu grimaced at the nickname. “I still can’t believe you two are related. You’re my favorite Osamu” You smiled and held out your fist. Osamu put down his dishcloth and walked around the counter to fist bump you back.

“Woah. Woah. Since when didja become buddies”

“Since ya left for your training camp this week”, Osamu said matter-of-factly.

“Ooo are you jealous?”, you said with a sly smile.

Atsumu let out an incredulous noise. You were about to let out a little snicker when as if he’d gotten some kind of brilliant idea he narrowed his eyes and his lips curled into a smirk. Oh no. Your date was about to show up any second. You did not have time to deal with his antics.

“Lemme tell ya now sweetheart, I’m a much better friend than ’Samu”

As if on cue, the door chimes jingled again. The timing was bad but there was nothing you could do about it. You smoothed out your clothes and turned putting on the demure smile again.

You quickly evaluated your date. Tall. Round eyes. Dimples! Dark wavy hair tucked under a blue baseball cap. He had the kind of smile that made you hold your breath. What a catch. You couldn’t believe this guy was still single. Thank you mom!

“Hey! Are you y/n?”, he said. His eyes were quite literally sparkling.

“Yes that’s me!”

“I’m Daisuke. Thanks so much for coming. Sorry, my mom’s been getting a little carried away with her schemes to get me on dates”

“Same!”

You stood there looking at each other for a moment. Maybe this whole dating thing wasn’t as bad as you thought.

“Hey do you want to grab a seat over there?”

“Yeah sure”. You guided Daisuke to the same table you used last week that was as far away from Atsumu as possible.

While you were busy getting situated, Atsumu turned to Osamu with that devious smirk still on his face.

“‘Samu, let me borrow that”

“Wha- ‘Tsumu!”

“It’s weird because before it was like they didn’t want me to date at all, but now it’s like…”

“Hey!” A voice piped in. Oh no. “Welcome to Onigiri Miya! What can I getcha today?”

You turned toward your server with a clenched jaw. Sure enough, Atsumu was standing there wearing Osamu’s apron with his blonde hair sticking out from under Osamu’s cap. Your eyebrow twitched.

Daisuke was unphased. He probably hadn’t even realized that it was a different guy from the one that greeted him at the door. “Hi! Could I get the unagi rice ball”

“‘Course! How about you miss?”, They both turned to you expectantly. You were seething, but now was not the time to be breaking down. You needed this date to work. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ll get the minced tuna and spring onion rice ball.” You looked Atsumu straight in the eyes. “Please~”

“Okay gotcha. I’ll be back with your food real soon.” Atsumu gave you lazy smirk and sauntered back toward Osamu. He’d better not be coming back. Osamu threw an apologetic look in your direction, weakly mouthing a sorry.

It looked like you were going to have to take things into your own hands. You turned to Daisuke. “Hey I actually forgot a part of my order. I’ll go tell him real fast and be right back”

“Oh do you want me to go inste-“

“I can do it”

You gave Daisuke a little smile then stood up and stalked toward the bar where Atsumu was chatting with Osamu, grabbing him by his sleeve.

“What do you think you’re doing”, you snapped.

“Woah there. I’m just trying to save ya from yourself sweetheart.” He smirked. “Let’s face it, that last date was a trainwreck. I’m helping’ ya out here”

“Don’t mess with me. Helping? Do you think this is funny?”

“Of course”, he said with a chuckle. This bastard. “Ya want some strawberry juice? On the house. Might help you chill out. Mr. dimples over there is lookin’ a little freaked out”

Shit. You glanced back at the table. Daisuke was watching with a worried look. You quickly released Atsumu’s sleeve.

You leaned in and whispered “Stay. Out. Of. My. Date.”

You went back to your seat. Daisuke still looked concerned.

“Are you okay?”, he tentatively asked.

“I’m fine!”, you quickly quipped back.

“Here’s that strawberry juice you asked for”, Atsumu arrived with a glass sloshing with magenta liquid. He placed it on the table with a wink and walked back to the bar.

“So where were we again…oh yeah dating…” Daisuke said turning to look out the window. He froze, then quickly pulled down his hat and turned away.

“Hey is everything okay?”, you asked.

“Oh. Yeah! Totally”, he tried to sound nonchalant, but everything about him was suspicious.

You looked out the window towards where he’d been looking. There was a fashionable looking woman about the same age as you staring into the restaurant. She looked pissed.

“Hey Daisuke, do you know that person?”

“Huh, no, not at all” He let out an anxious laugh.

Suddenly, there was a sharp knock against the window. You jolted in your seat. The woman had walked up to the window and was currently glaring daggers at Daisuke.

“Are you sure? She looks pretty upset”

“Yeah, you can ignore her”

The woman rolled her eyes and walked away…or so it appeared. Two seconds later the door to the restaurant opened with a slam.

“Daisuke!” Her heels clacked she made her way over to the table you were sitting at.

“Shit”, Daisuke muttered.

“You lying, cheating bastard! Another girl? I saw you with Risa yesterday and Hana the day before that” She turned to you. “Hey I know he looks cute, but trust me he’s not worth the trouble. He’s just going to find another girl once he sleeps with you”

“Ah…” There went your perfect date. You should’ve known he was a little too good to be true.

She turned back to Daisuke. “You are absolute trash.” She picked up his glass of water. Oh no. You leaned away as she dumped it over his head, avoiding any stray splashes. Whew. You relaxed in your seat. What is this? A K-drama?

She scoffed and turned away. Her bag swung with the motion making contact with the glass of juice which in turn sent its contents flying over the edge of the table and onto your lap with an audible splash. You bit your lip then let out a deep sigh and looked down. Your (formerly) spotless cream shorts were covered with bright pink stains.

“Oof”, you heard Atsumu and Osamu say in unison from the prep station.

“Oh sh-. I’m so sorry about that”, she tried to apologize, but you weren’t listening.

She hurriedly pulled a bunch of napkins out of the nearby dispenser sopping up whatever was left on the table. Thankfully there wasn’t much to clean on the chair or ground because it had all been absorbed by your clothes.

“I think that’s enough”, you sharply cut both the woman and Daisuke off.

You stood up, stalking toward the cash register, and snatched a bill out of your wallet, handing it to Osamu. “Hey Osamu, I’m so sorry about this mess, could you switch my food to takeout”,

“Uh sure,” He stuffed the finished rice ball into a bag and handed it to you. “But are you o-“

“It’s fine~”, you said with a slightly manic chuckle. “I’ll be going now”. You opened the door and let yourself out in one swift motion. You paused outside of the restaurant, looking down at yourself on more time. You bit your lip to suppress the desire to shout profanities and started walking back toward your apartment.

The restaurant door opened again followed by the sound of footsteps approaching you. “Hey!” You recognized that voice but hoped he would just go away. You didn’t have the patience for another fight with the petty lemon head.

“Y/N, Wait!”

You stopped, turning to face him with crossed arms. “What”

He dug through his bag and pulled a black sweater out, holding it out in your direction. “Here”

Your jaw clenched. “I don’t need your help”

“‘Course not”. He stepped forward still holding it out. “This is me being selfish”

That was a bit surprising and even a bit gentlemanly. You were stunned. You paused for a second then reached out and gripped the fabric.

“…thanks”

You tied it around your waist, covering most of the stain.

He stood there watching you for a second, then with an unexpectedly sincere looking smile he adjusted his bag on his shoulder and started walking back towards the restaurant. “See ya later sweetheart”

Later that night you picked up the sweater from where you’d tossed it before you went to shower. Some of the juice had gotten onto it, but I was black so it probably wouldn’t stain. It smelled faintly of the strawberry juice as well as a light cologne. You held it up taking a closer look at the logo on it.

MSBY Black Jackals

What’s that? You picked up your phone and ran a quick google search. A variety of pictures of guys in black uniforms chasing after blue and yellow balls showed up. You paused, recognizing Atsumu in one of these pictures. He was leaping into the air about to smack a ball with the biggest grin on his face. You had to admit. He looked a little cool. Just a little.

“Volleyball huh”

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #atsumu #atsumu x reader #set me up

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half-bakedboy · 4 years ago

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Hello! I would love to request a Shadowhunters Malec ficlet that’s AU - Human that somehow incorporates a first meeting with instant attraction in an unexpected place/environment/circumstances. Thank you!

The Main Character (read on ao3)

Pairing: Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood Rated: General Summary: “You know in those dumb romantic comedies where the main character’s ex-boyfriend arrives at the most inopportune time when the main character looks like a trainwreck and has still not gotten over their feelings for said ex?” Alec said frantically, trying to ignore the eyes he felt burning into his back.

When Alec woke up on Saturday morning, a very large part of him - possibly all, if he was being honest with himself - had wanted to snooze his alarm clock and pretend that it was just another day in his quiet apartment. There would be no one to be seen or heard except for the small snores from the mangy cat he had rescued a few months earlier, and he would be surrounded by peace.

When he peered open one eye to glance at the time, he saw Church sitting on his bedside table with one paw up, ready to swat, and he decided that the day would have to happen whether he left his bed or not. He wasn’t about to deal with his sister’s disappointment if he didn’t arrive at the shop on time and figured he was better off pulling on a tattered sweater and jeans than feeling the wrath of Izzy.

It wasn’t that Alec didn’t like accompanying his sister on her shopping adventures, far from it. He had never cared for sprees, especially when it meant spending time with his family, but the planned outing of the day was just another reminder that his little sister was about to get married. His twenty-something baby sister was about to make their parents proud, and Alec? He was in his mid-thirties, with a mediocre office job, and spent most of his mornings attempting to figure out how to effectively press his coffee with the fancy machine his mother had gifted him when he moved out of Andrew’s home.

And, of course, Alec had to make himself even sadder by sending his thoughts into a spiral as he remembered his ex-boyfriend who had shattered his heart into a million pieces mere months ago.

He shook his head to rid his mind of hurt when Izzy’s bright voice shouted, “Alec!” She nudged at their mother’s arm and bragged, “See, I told you he would be here, looking…” Izzy’s voice trailed off and Alec couldn’t blame her. Maryse had booked them a meeting with one of the most prestigious wedding planners in New York and Alec had barely bothered to put on a clean shirt, let alone match the put-together outfits his family wore.

“I don’t know why you need me here,” Alec grumbled as he sat beside Izzy, shrugging off the comforting hand she rested on his shoulder. Maryse sighed heavily but it was enough of a response to know he had, once again, not met her standards. Izzy rolled her eyes but the smile never left her face. Alec had always admired that about his sister though, so he was grateful his presence hadn’t ruined the moment for her.

“You’re here because you’re my best man--” Before Alec could interrupt and mention how ridiculous it was that Izzy didn’t just have a maid of honor like most other brides, Izzy pressed a hand over his mouth and said, “And you’re the only person I know that will make sure this wedding planner doesn’t take advantage of me.”

“Oh, Isabelle,” Maryse scoffed, “Mr. Rey would never do anything of the sort. He’s the one who requested your father and I bring his name up to you. He may be the best in his field, but we’re the best in ours and he wouldn’t dare take advantage of my daughter like that.” She nodded in finality as the man who Alec assumed was the prestigious Mr. Rey appeared from a back office, an annoyingly wide smile on his face.

He cradled Maryse’s outstretched hand in his, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, before he said, “Mrs. Lightwood, as beautiful as ever.” Alec held back the urge to vomit at the nicety and shared an almost telepathic look with his sister that clearly stated their instant dislike for the man. “And you must be the blushing bride!” He exclaimed, gathering her hand in his to give her the same royal treatment. Alec hoped he would bypass the kissing when it was his turn.

“Isabelle Lightwood,” she introduced herself proudly as she stood. “And you’re Mr. Rey, I presume?”

The man waved a dismissive hand and scoffed as he responded, “Lorenzo, please. Mr. Rey is reserved for my soon-to-be husband.” Alec rolled his eyes but stopped abruptly when Lorenzo turned toward him. “And you must be the gorgeous partner I’ve heard so little about,” he praised as he eyed Alec up and down. Husband material, Alec thought bitterly as he smiled through gritted teeth.

“Brother,” he corrected easily. It wasn’t unusual for strangers to assume his sister was his significant other, so he didn’t overreact at the insinuation, opting instead to raise his eyebrows at Lorenzo like an unspoken threat - of what kind, Alec would let Lorenzo figure out himself.

“Well, Maryse, you didn’t warn me your entire family was this stunning or I would have worn my good suit,” Lorenzo teased as he took a seat on the other side of the table. Alec should have known the day would be a test to see how long he could go without rolling his eyes and sighed as he sagged back into his chair.

As the girls and Lorenzo chattered about Izzy’s “vision” for her special day, Alec decided the metal chair was entirely too uncomfortable, so he stood to explore the office and get a better read on the man they were dealing with. Alec would have immediately pegged the man down to be a psychopath based on the sparse decorations around the room, but he saw a framed photo of him with a dog squished between his knees and figured he had to have some feelings to take care of a pet.

Beside that frame was another of an equally decorated man, both of them clutching awards for something Alec hadn’t taken the effort to squint at. The man was quite possibly the most beautiful person Alec had ever seen. His suit fit him like a perfectly crafted glove, the lapels sparkling with what looked like silver glitter, and his face was adorned with bold makeup to match. Alec’s breath caught in his throat as he leaned down to get a better look at the man’s sharp features and impeccably styled hair when a throat cleared behind him.

“You know,” a smooth voice said as Alec straightened, “it’s really a shame that only engaged men come into this office.” When Alec turned, he saw the man in the photo dressed slightly less formally - but no less extravagantly, somehow - with his hands propped on his hips in defeat. “They say that 15% of people meet their spouses at work, but I just don’t have that luxury,” he commented with a shrug of his shoulders as if rolling the disappointment off of them. He offered up his manicured hand and Alec could do nothing but stare blankly down at it.

“My sister is engaged,” Alec said without much thought. His stupidity showed in the way the man’s eyebrows rose and a teasing smirk replaced the pout on his lips.

“That’s very exciting for her,” he responded, pushing his hand just a little closer to Alec. “I’m Magnus Bane, and you are?” Alec let Magnus’ smooth skin connect with his as their hands clasped together. If his entire body erupted in goosebumps, he was the only one who had to know.

“Alexander Lightwood-- Alec--” He corrected with a furrow of his eyebrows and a rapid shake of his head. Focus, Lightwood, don’t be an idiot, Alec chastised himself as he stared into Magnus’ eyes. He hadn’t thought it was possible for a human to have such golden eyes but there Magnus was, standing in front of him in all of his flawless glory, and Alec couldn’t be too sure he wasn’t meeting an angel on earth.

“Well, Alexander, I’m assuming that lovely raven-haired goddess over there is your sister,” Magnus commented as he gestured toward Izzy.

Alec cursed to himself and muttered, “Straight,” trying to hide his disappointment behind his closed lips.

“Not quite, darling. Bendy in all of the ways that count, really,” Magnus teased as he pulled his hand away from Alec’s increasingly clammy one. He hadn’t realized their hands had still been latched together and pushed back his embarrassment at the lingering shake.

Magnus started to say something else, presumably about his sister’s wedding, but when Alec glanced back over at the table, he felt ice shoot down his spine. Kissing Lorenzo, who was probably going to be the most consistent person in Izzy’s life for the next few months, was none other than the man responsible for Alec’s current loneliness. Panic surged through him as the men pulled away from each other, the fondest of smiles on their faces as they stared longingly at one another.

As if sensing his discomfort, Magnus rested a gentle hand on Alec’s shoulder and said, “Are you alright?” Alec jumped backward, his hip knocking into the table the frames adorned and sending them crashing to the ground. He had known the others’ attention would have been grabbed so he maneuvered himself in front of Magnus, hoping all they could see was his back.

“You know in those dumb romantic comedies where the main character’s ex-boyfriend arrives at the most inopportune time when the main character looks like a trainwreck and has still not gotten over their feelings for said ex?” Alec said frantically, trying to ignore the eyes he felt burning into his back.

“And the other, clearly more likable, main character comes to the rescue as the more attractive stranger who helps the other main character get through the disaster that his life has turned into?” Magnus responded easily as he glanced over Alec’s shoulder. Alec glowered at him but quickly ducked his head as a familiar voice muttered his name. He had heard Andrew speaking with Izzy and Maryse and had known it wouldn’t be long before his cover was blown, so he took a deep breath to prepare himself.

“You gonna help me out or are you gonna secure my place as a side character for the rest of my life?” Alec asked as he met Magnus’ shimmering eyes. Magnus seemed to consider him for a moment, tilting his head as he stroked his trimmed goatee with his fingertips. Alec hoped his gaze portrayed just how desperate he was to prove to Andrew he had moved on, even if it was the farthest thing from the truth.

“That’s your family over there, yeah?” Alec nodded before his eyes widened in panic. There was no way they could pull this off with Izzy and Maryse lurking in the background. Before he could call his ridiculous plan off, Magnus rested a gentle hand on his arm and threw his head back in laughter. Alec leveled him with a confused glance that earned him an eye roll from Magnus. It was unfair how attractive Magnus was even when his eyes were full of judgment. “We’ve been on two dates and I’m very infatuated with you, just as you are with me. Nothing committal enough that you would have spoken about me with your mother, but enough to show blondie over there you’ve begun to move on.”

Alec was about to argue with him before Magnus’ words seemed to spark something inside of him. “You’re gonna do it?” Alec asked as he pressed his palm against the back of Magnus’ hand that lingered on his bicep.

Magnus nodded before he said, “Absolutely.” There was no doubt in his tone and in the way he glared over Alec’s shoulder with unabashed heat in his gaze. “Lorenzo has been driving me insane, reminding me that I’m single while he is going to marry his prince charming,” Magnus spat. Alec flinched at the mention of marriage and Magnus’ eyes darted back to his, a softness in them that Alec hadn’t expected.

“Sorry, I just--” Alec took a deep breath and closed his eyes before glancing back over at the prying eyes of his family and the man whom he’d thought was the love of his life. “Somehow, Andrew has found a husband in the last few months while I’ve learned the names of the entire staff at my local ice cream shop,” Alec sighed with a shake of his head. Magnus chuckled sadly and slid his hand up to Alec’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly but seemingly with enough intimacy that a throat cleared behind them.

“Well,” Magnus said with conviction, “now you’ve got a person you’re dating who is very much looking for a new ice cream shop to enjoy. So,” Magnus dragged his hand down Alec’s arm before tapping at his hand. Alec flipped his over and gladly accepted Magnus’ warm hold as he smiled down at the very surprising man.

“Alexander, are you going to say hello to Andrew or continue to ignore him in favor of…” Maryse’s voice trailed off as she raised her thin eyebrow in Magnus’ direction.

“Hey, Andrew,” Alec said and to his embarrassment, his voice cracked with what was probably leftover emotion. Magnus gripped the back of his sweater where no one could see, and Alec felt immediately calm at the touch.

“Alec! I, uh, didn’t expect to see you here. Izzy was just telling me about her engagement, you must be so happy,” Andrew said as he smiled at Izzy. He was grateful for the glare Izzy was sending Andrew’s way and just a little off put by the way Lorenzo clung to Andrew as if he couldn’t read the clear tension that had risen in the room.

“I am very happy, for many reasons,” Alec responded as Magnus wrapped himself around Alec’s arm and beamed over at the group.

“He’s such a flatterer,” Magnus cooed, slapping Alec on the chest dramatically, causing them both to burst out into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation they had found themselves in. Alec thought it might have been the most authentic laugh he’d had in months and he shook his head to clear that thought as Magnus started speaking again. “I’m Magnus Bane; Lorenzo’s associate and a friend of Alexander, here,” Magnus said as he held out his hand to Andrew.

Andrew’s eyes widened as he stared down at the offered shake, accepting it tentatively. “I didn’t realize you were dating someone, either of you,” Andrew said before he turned back to Lorenzo. “You never mentioned Magnus had a boyfriend,” Andrew said with an almost accusing tone in his voice that Alec couldn’t quite decode.

“My associate has never mentioned a boyfriend,” Lorenzo said with his usual grin on his face. “And a Lightwood, no less.” His tone was clearly impressed and Alec was just a little happy at the way Andrew glared down at his fiance.

“We’ve only been on a few dates and you know my affinity toward labels, Ren,” Magnus said sweetly. Alec wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into, but judging by the way Andrew averted eye contact with everyone in favor of staring at his shoes, he figured he was suddenly in the middle of a rivalry he had known nothing about.

“Alec, you didn’t tell me your new date was a wedding planner!” Izzy said excitedly, the glint in her eyes showing Alec that she had figured out exactly what was happening. He sighed in relief and relaxed a little under Magnus’ hold. “Magnus, I’m Isabelle. What do you think about planning my wedding?” Alec gaped at her, his eyes widening almost wider than Maryse’s as Lorenzo sputtered from his spot beside Andrew. Alec saw Andrew wince as Lorenzo’s nails dug into his arm and a small sense of satisfaction rushed through him over his shock.

“Isabelle, we’re here to meet with Mr. Rey--” Izzy glared at her mother before gesturing to where Magnus and Alec were still pressed together. Neither of them made a move to separate.

“It would make far more sense for Alec’s plus one to plan the day of my dreams, don’t you think, mother?” Maryse didn’t say anything in response which Alec was grateful for but, when he glanced down at Magnus, a mischievous smirk was in place of what Alec had assumed would be a look of rejection.

“Ms. Lightwood, I would love to discuss that offer at a later time, but I think I’ve got a more promising date in my near future,” Magnus said before turning toward Lorenzo and Andrew. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna take an early lunch break with Alexander here, yeah?” Before Lorenzo could deny him, Magnus tugged both of them out of the front door, laughter echoing through the air as they made their way down the street.

“What just happened?” Alec said as he inhaled the crisp New York air deeply, a sense of happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time overwhelming him.

“You have gained a date to your sister’s wedding and I have snagged an upscale event that may finally get me out of Lorenzo Rey hell,” Magnus responded easily before he turned toward Alec. “On a scale of one to ten, how surprising was this morning?”

Alec thought for a moment as he pushed his hands into his pockets and faced Magnus. “I ran into my ex-boyfriend while my baby sister met with a wedding planner and now…” Alec trailed off as he met Magnus’ gaze, “I’m hoping to buy my knight in shining armor some ice cream.” Magnus grinned up at him but tilted his head with a quirk of his eyebrow as if reminding Alec he hadn’t answered his question. “Ten out of ten in the best of ways,” Alec responded as he held out his hand.

Magnus fit his into Alec’s and somehow, his smile widened as he said, “I usually score off the charts, but ten out of ten ain’t bad.” Alec threw his head back in laughter and wondered just what he had gotten himself into.

Whatever it was, he couldn’t wait to find out.

#malec #my writing #quickbright #thank you SO MUCH #this was such a joy to write #and i hope you like it <3 <3 #commissions

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slashiest-slasher · 5 years ago

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For @slashthedice‘s Frisky February!

Day 7: Cock Warming

Brahms Heelshire x Male s/o (surprise, surprise. it's a sequel of the somnophilia prompt, and late again bc im a trainwreck of a human being)

It's over lunch the next day that you deliberate over what the exact details of Brahms' punishment are going to be for the endeavor of his the night before. Not that is wasn't pleasurable for you, but it pushed a major boundary. On you didn't think you needed to set.

But APPARENTLY you did.

Of course, Brahms has to clean the bedding since he didn't deign himself to clean up and left cum to dry all over the sheets. You didn't know if it would be more fitting for you to clean the cum out of him, but settled for watching him quite intently as he did it himself. His cheeks were bright red as he emptied himself, and struggled to wash out the dried cum from his body hair.

A good enough start, but that was all it was. A start.

You contemplated making him run errands with you in town, but you knew that would be pushing things too far. You want to make him pay and feel bad for doing something like that without your consent, but that would border on him getting arrested.

And then you thought about asking Malcolm over, play some pool, share a few drinks. Maybe even stay over for dinner. But after a quick call, you found that Malcolm is swamped over at the shop. You extend him an offer for help, which he gladly accepts - for tomorrow.

That still leaves the issue of today.

Brahms has his lessons still, and while it's mostly posturing and an excuse for Brahms to snuggle with you while you read to him, you still indulge him. It's pretty nice for you too. It's one of the few times Brahms tones down his brattiness. And that's when it hits you. You smile to yourself while putting away the leftovers.

Brahms, who sits patiently at the table, tilts his head to the side. "What are you thinking about?" he ask, resting his chin on his folded arms.

"Oh nothing Brahmsy. Go get cleaned up for your lessons, alright?"

He perks up at that, and rushes to the sink to get washed up. You only with it were that easy to get him in the bathtub. Usually you have to coerce him with kisses, or the occasional handjob. Sure, he is more malleable in his post orgasmic haze, and lets you take off his mask, but sometimes you wish it were easier.

You head into the library where Brahms usually has been taking his lessons, and pick out Macbeth from the books on the shelves. You set it down on the back of the sofa and strip yourself, meticulously folding your clothes and setting them on the desk. You take the small bottle of lube from your pants pocket, and slowly start slicking yourself up, waiting for Brahms to wander in.

Oh and when he does, you can see his eyes go wide and his back ramrod straight. "Brahmsy..." you drawl out. "It's time for your lessons. Come and take a seat." You have to hold back the snerk.

Brahms is less careful with his own clothes, tugging them off and letting them pool on the floor. If it weren't for bathing him, and spending so much time pressed tightly against him, you would probably forget how lithe and strong his body it, hidden undeath that large cardigan and baggy pants.

You shuffle so your back is against the armrest, and Brahms wastes no time sinking down on your cock. He's still loose and slightly slick from last night, so sans a sharp gasp, he goes down easily. He tries to set a pace, but you wrap your arms tightly around his, pinning them to his sides. The struggle is immediate.

"Shhh, Brahmsy, not right now. It's time for your lesson. You're going to be a good boy for me, and read this act. If you're bad, I'm leaving for the night," you breathe heavily into his ear, hot puffs of breath fogging up his mask.

Brahms moans, and squirms on your cock, which feels wonderful. "Not fair. You're so mean-"

You shut him up with a sharp, brutal thrust that knocks the book down onto his lap. "You can still turn the pages. You're a good boy, aren't you Brahms? Good boys do what they're told."

Eventually, after squirming around on you for a few moments, he finally picks the book up, flips to the marked page, and reads in a shaky voice. He stutters and trips over words, and maybe you shift around (under the guise of getting comfortable) to make his voice hitch.

His body it taut and straining under your arms, like he's moments away from breaking out of your grasp and riding you until he's screaming. But he never does. Brahms sits there, just like you told him, doing his reading, and desperately avoiding any movement. In pauses between lines, be bites his lip and whines, clenching around you.

As he gets towards the end of the act, his voice is strained, and you can watch the sweat dripping down the side of his neck. You lap each droplet up, and nose his damp hair, which only hastens his breath.

"M-macbeth is ripe for shaking, and- and the powers above put on th-their instruments. Receive what cheer you may: The niiii-" you start moving more underneath him, thrusting your hips up a little, which rips a keening, breathy moan from him. "Please," he begs, voice deepening.

"Come on, it's just one more line Brahmsy. You don't want to disappoint me, do you?" You nuzzle his neck, and nip at the skin there.

He whimpers, and grips the book tight enough to turn his knuckles white. "Th-the night is long that never fff-finds the day!" Brahms throws the book onto the floor and throws his head back onto your shoulder. From within your constraints, he tries to ride you, but can't move much. "Please, please, I was a good boy," his breathing is so heavy, and his rises and falls dramatically.

You waste no time heaving Brahms over so he's face down on the other side of the sofa, ass in the air, and pound into him at a brutal pace. Pulling out almost all the way before slamming all the way back into him. In the struggle, Brahm's mask falls from his face. "Good boy, such a good boy. You're my good boy Brahmsy," you say over and over like a mantra.

Brahms clambers to grasp at any part of the sofa, the noises coming from him more screams than moans, but he's trying to thrust back in time with you, so you continue.

It really isn't long for either of you. Brahms sobs your name when he cums. You pull out right before and jerk yourself off until you're spurting cum all over his ass and the back of his thighs. You sit back and admire your work, which isn't something you're typically a fan of, but Brahms looks so delicious with cum striping his hairy thighs and ass.

He props himself up unsteadily on trembling arms to look back at you, lopsided grin on his face. It's the first time you've ever properly seen him without his mask on. The entire right side of his face is warped with burn marks, but even with that he's incredibly hot. He could be a movie star, the romantic lead of a soft romcom where he's the sweet and shy main romance interest. He scoots his way between your legs and rests his head on your chest.

The moment skin makes contact with skin, Brahms jerks away, and desperately tries to cover his face. "Don't look," he hisses, blindly reaching for his mask, which has skittered half way across the room in the heat of things. "You can't see me like... You're going to hate me."

You grab him by the wrists and get him back on your chest. "I know you're insecure about your face Brahms, but just know I think you're very handsome. You cans till wear your mask if you want, or I can look away or close my eyes, but you don't need to hide around me." You stroke his hair and kiss the top of his head.

He nods and murmurs something into your chest, face fully hidden. "You won't leave, because of my face?" he asks timidly.

"Of course not. Brahms I- I-" you huff out a breath, trying to get your tongue to work properly. "I love you."

Brahms shoots up, eyes wide, and it's so wonderful to finally see how reactive his face is. If his hands weren't keeping him upright, he would be holding your face. "Really? Not just- not like how a nanny loves their child?"

You shake your head and smile. "Wholly and fully Brahms, I am in love with you." You lean forward to steal a kiss from him, and nip at his lips.

Brahms grins like a loon, and hides his face back into your chest, but you know it's because he's so overwhelmed because you can still feel his smile against your sternum. "I love you too! I love you more!"

You stroke the back of his head again. "I don't think that's possible Brahmsy. I don't it ever will be."

#brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms x reader #lemon #frisky february #brahms hc

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theolddarkmachine · 4 years ago

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Imaginary - Chapter Eighteen

Midoriya Izuku’s life was turned upside by fate.

Eri’s life was turned upside down by circumstance.

And Bakugou Katsuki is about to learn that even imaginary friends need to grow up.

Chapter 18 of 19

Also on AO3

A/N: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. Since posting the last chapter of this, I interviewed for a new job. Got that new job. Had to deal with all the fun stuff that comes with leaving your old job. And have been dealing with the huge change that came with starting a new job lol

So, it's been a bit of a trainwreck tryna figure out a schedule.Good news though, I went ahead and just knocked out the last chapter and epilogue since 1) I'm scared of making y'all wait hella long for the epilogue and 2) the epilogue was not long at all. which would honestly have made waiting suck lol

Anyway, WELCOME TO THE ENDING OF THIS FIC! THANK YOU ALL FOR COMING ON THIS RIDE WITH ME! <333333

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The park is beautiful, Izuku thinks, as he watches Eri skipping happily ahead of him holding a fuzzy stuffed fish haphazardly in one hand.

After making his grand declaration that they were going to go out, he had found himself a bit at odds with what exactly they were going to do out. Which was how they had found themselves parked in front of the aquarium before deciding to cap things off at the botanical garden.

Which is how he finds himself thinking about how beautiful the park is.

It truly is, and yet, he can’t help but feel like something is missing.

Like someone is missing.

And there it is. The aching void at the center of his chest, rearing its ugly head yet again to taunt him.

To remind him that while their little family was more than enough, he also could have had just a little something more. Had, in fact, had something more before it had slipped cruelly through his fingers right after the realization.

It made him feel selfish in his desire, which only made his chest ache worse.

“Daddy Izuku?” Eri’s voice is colored bright with her curiosity, pulling him back from his thoughts as he finds himself stopped several feet from his daughter. The same brightness colors her gaze as she looks up at him, her head cocked just to the side as if to further punctuate her questioning tone. Izuku gives his head a small shake to dislodge the feeling.

It doesn’t go anywhere, but it was worth a shot, he supposes.

“Yeah?” He asks, trying to bite back the defeat that threatens to turn his voice bitter as he looks down at her.

“You’re happy, right?” She asks. It’s an innocent enough question, filled with a childish naïveté that Izuku misses, and it hurts. It hurts because, well, that was the question, wasn’t it.

“Of course I am, Eri,” he answers immediately, because he is. In the beginning of it all, he hadn’t been sure he really could be. Had wondered if the decision he had made to become a single father to a young girl who had lost everything had been the right one, for either of them.

It had been though, that he was certain. Izuku wouldn’t change that decision for anything in the world.

And yet that acrid, burnt taste of his bitter selfish want was still tainting the edges of that happiness.

“Of course I am,” he repeats, voice softening as he knelt down to her height. Gently reaching out, he brushes his palms over her shoulders before softly squeezing her arms in what he hopes is reassurance.

“Why do you ask?”

Eri shifts her gaze down to the ground where she twists the toe of her bright pink Chucks into the grass.

“I just thought you might be missing Kacchan,” she says earnestly, her voice wobbling slightly at the admission. Izuku huffs a small sound of surprise, if only to mask the way he winces at the sudden flare of pain that dances along his sternum.

He releases his hold on her right arm to lightly tap her chin upward, lifting her gaze back up to him.

“I’m happy, Eri,” Izuku says before shifting his gaze back and forth around them as if to make sure no one was within earshot.

“But can I tell you a secret?” He continues, voice lowered conspiratorially. Eri’s eyes go wide at the question, her gaze shifting around them before she looks back at him and nods quickly. It takes everything in him to swallow down his laughter as he leans in closer.

“I do miss Kacchan,” he whispers. The confession leaves him easily, taking with it the most infinitesimal weight, and yet he already feels as if he can breathe easier.

“I guess I can do both,” Izuku continues as he ruffles her hair and pulls way. “But I’m more happy than anything. How could I not be when I have you?”

A comfortable quiet fills the space between them for the briefest of moments before Eri’s mouth twists upward into a wide smile.

“I’m happy too, because I have Daddy Izuku!” She exclaims as she launches herself at him and wraps her arms tight around his neck. Heat burns at his eyes as he wraps his own around her middle, holding her close. Another chunk of weight, larger this time, falls from his chest and is replaced by the full warmth of his love for Eri.

This is enough, he thinks as he squeezes her just a little tighter. It always will be.

“You’re squishing me, Daddy Izuku!” She laughs as she tries to tug backward out of his hold. It pushes another laugh from deep within his chest as he turns his head to blow a raspberry on her cheek.

“Alright, alright, I’ll let you go. I just have to give you as many hugs as I can before you don’t want them anymore,” Izuku says before ruffling her hair again.

Eri scoffs as she shakes her head, fixing him with a look of indignation.

“I won’t ever stop wanting hugs,” she huffed as if the very thought was preposterous.

“Okay, I’ll remember that when you’re in middle school,” Izuku says, more to himself than to Eri, as the young girl turns her attention back toward the direction they had originally been heading in.

“Can we go see the butterflies now?” She asks excitedly, any remaining ire falling away in the face of the fluttering insects.

Laughing quietly, Izuku just nods as he pushes himself upward to stand.

“Of course we can. Lead the way,” he gestures forward before pressing his hands deep into his pockets.

A high pitched sound of happiness tears from Eri as she turns around and starts skipping toward the glittering dome of glass situated on the other side of the park.

Standing there, he watches the way she bounds across the grass with the sun tangling itself in her hair. It radiates off her in the very same way as her happiness and he can’t help but smile.

At least, not until he notices that she’s headed straight on a crash course with a power unsuspecting bystander.

Stepping forward, Izuku opens his mouth to call to her, only to feel her name catch in his throat as he hears her cry out a name.

“Kacchan!”

Time seems to slow, almost stopping entirely as Izuku sees the man Eri was about to crash into turn around.

It’s him, he thinks as his mind clumsily trips over itself at the realization. It’s him, it’s him, it’s him.

Katsuki.

And he looks the same and yet wholly different as Izuku watches the way his face eases into something like pure joy as he looks down at Eri. From this distance, he can’t hear what Bakugou says, but he can see his mouth move as he speaks quickly to Eri. It’s as unassuming as anything, and yet something about the ease in which Bakugou has as he talks with her, as if he hadn’t disappeared on them for a month, breaks the spell that held Izuku frozen in his tracks.

Time falls back around him with the suddenness of a car crash as he pushes himself across the distant between himself and the pair, catching up just in time to hear Eri squeal as she jumps up to hug Bakugou.

An aching, burning anger lights his veins as he watches Bakugou return the hug, his face turned into Eri’s hair before pulling away and standing to look at him.

The seconds pass all too quickly and yet all too slow until Bakugou finally speaks.

“Hey, nerd,” he says slowly, unsure, and that’s all it takes to break down the only resistance between Izuku and his roiling, burning rage.

Stepping forward, he reaches out and grabs a fistful of Bakugou’s shirt.

He’s so fucking angry, but also so fucking happy. Painfully so, in fact, as he pulls Bakugou in close. Izuku’s teeth pull back from his teeth in a sharp snarl as he hisses, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

This close, he doesn’t miss the way Bakugou’s eye widen, leaving his own vision filled with their startling scarlet as he fixes Izuku with his silent, open wonder.

“No, you know what,” Izuku says harshly, cutting off any chance Bakugou may have had to answer. “I don’t care. Fuck you.”

The words push through his lips with a hissing contempt, each one biting into his own skin in the very way that he hopes they’re biting into Bakugou’s. Pausing to search the blonde’s stare for any hurt or shame, he bristles as he’s met with the same brazen awe.

As if he’s seeing something beautiful. As if he’s finally found what he’s been looking for.

That damned look sparks something bright and wanting within him, and it only pushes him further toward anger as he jerks Bakugou just that much closer.

“Actually, no. I do care. Because what the fuck, Katsuki? I said I-” Izuku stops, his next words falling away like ash and coating the back of his tongue with their dry taste.

Swallowing around the lump they’ve created, he pushes on, ignoring the way his voice wobbles around its edges.

“You just left. And then I have to find out that somehow, impossibly, you were Eri’s imaginary friend? And what? You thought we should just have to deal with that?”

“It was the job,” Bakugou finally says, and god, had Izuku’s memory not done his voice justice at all. It rolls over him, like thunder, cascading through him and cracking the hardened weight clinging to the center of his chest with the bright flare of hope at the past tense that he uses.

Pushing the optimistic feeling down, Izuku holds onto the vestiges of his anger as his knuckles ache with the tension in them.

“I don’t care what ever the fuck it was. A job, a game, whatever it was that wasn’t what it was to us.”

He pauses, breathing in, then breathing out before he continues, his voice lowered as he flicks his gaze down just long enough for his confession to drop between them.

“That wasn’t what it was to me.”

Glaring a hole into the center of Bakugou’s chest, he breathes again, counting each inhale and exhale before he slowly shifts his attention back up to the blonde’s face. Astonishment still colors Bakugou’s stare, his expression still schooled in a look of softened disbelief. It stays there, frozen, as if he isn’t sure what to say.

As if he can’t say anything at all.

“Tell Daddy Izuku what you told me!” Eri says, her voice shattering whatever spell had come over Izuku as all the sounds of the park around them come rushing back into his ears. His grip on Bakugou’s shirt loosens just slightly, but he doesn’t shift away from him.

He can’t.

“About how the brat after you was nowhere near as cool?” Bakugou asks, words nothing but hard, rough edges as he replies to Eri without shifting his attention from Izuku.

Giggling loudly, Eri softly kicks at Bakugou’s shoe.

“No, silly. The other part!”

Deflating slightly, Bakugou continues to hold Izuku’s stare.

“Oh, that part,” he says lowly. So low that Izuku suspects he would have missed it if he wasn’t so close. Gritting his teeth, he swears he hears his jaw creak.

“Spit it out, Bakugou,” Izuku pushes out.

The order earns him a quick, sharp tsk as Bakugou cuts his gaze down toward the ground between them.

“I was wondering if maybe I could stick around for awhile,” he mutters, his bangs falling across his eyes, shading most of his face as he keeps his stare turned downward. It does nothing to stop Izuku from catching the flush of pink that runs itself across his skin and over his ears.

His gasp punctuates the short quiet as Izuku pushes back every so slightly from him, but still not letting go of his shirt.

“Ya see, I’m a bit unemployed at the moment,” Bakugou continunes, “and a lot more visible.”

Shifting his attention again, Bakugou drags his stare behind Izuku’s shoulder, as if to stress that latter fact. Quickly, he raises his hand in a placating gesture toward what Izuku can only assume are some bystanders they’ve undoubtedly attracted.

That alone makes Izuku’s stomach roil.

Disbelief, and happiness, and anger, and exhausted content mix themselves at his core until they fizzle and crack like popping candy. He feels the way all the emotions creep up his chest and tickle the back of his throat as he tries to push back the burn at the edges of his eyes.

He’s so, so angry.

But god, is he so fucking happy too.

“Well, nerd?” Bakugou speaks up, the question colored with a hopefulness that seems foreign for him.

Rearing back slightly, Izuku watches the way Bakugou’s eyes widen as he snaps his head forward. It isn’t until the very last moment that he slows his momentum, softening the blow so that their foreheads tap together gently.

“You aren’t allowed to disappear anymore,” Izuku mumbles as he presses gently against him. The soft brush of Bakugou’s relived sigh tickles across the bridge of his nose.

“As long as you both want me, I won’t be going anywhere,” he assures with a low chuckle that Izuku feels vibrate through both of their chests. Dragging a slow breath through his nose, he can’t stop the high curl of his lips as he pushes up onto his toes to capture Bakugou’s own.

The kiss burns through him, colored by the sun that continues to dip down into the horizon. It fills him, and chases away the lingering ache just over his heart as he feels the way Bakugou presses closer into him.

It’s a good kiss, one filled with a honey colored promise.

“Daddy Izuku!” Eri cries, her sudden exclamation cutting quickly through their haze and finally pushing them apart.

“Stop hogging Kacchan!” She continues, mouth turned into a pout as she reaches a hand out to Bakugou. His laugh as barking as he steps back from Izuku’s hold.

“We’re going to see the butterflies! C’mon!” She says, stretching her hand out closer to Bakugou, impatience thrumming vibrantly through her small form as she waits for him to take it. Izuku doesn’t miss the way his gaze slides between him and Eri, or the way his lips twisted slightly upward at their edges in a small, secretive smile before he takes her hand.

“Alright, shortstack. Lead the way!” Bakugou says loudly, barely finishing his sentence before Eri takes off with him in tow. Her voice lingers behind them as she begins to fill him in on what he’s missed.

Watching as they move toward the butterfly enclosure, Izuku lets his mouth part around his own bright laughter before he follows behind them.

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#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #bkdk #technically the last chapter! WOO! epilogue to follow in like 3.5 seconds lol

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dreamcatcherfication · 5 years ago

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The Truest Kind of Love

Oh boy. Oh boy oh boy oh boy. I’m extremely nervous about this. But... why not. This is an original work I wrote for one of my classes and it’s historical fiction, so since I have nothing to post, I thought why not give it a shot. It’s not a great story or anything, but I hope it’ll keep you all entertained! Formatting might be a little strange, but that’s what happens when you translate an entire short story onto tumblr. This is pretty much only for my followers since it’s original, but if you have no idea who I am and someone find this, I hope you enjoy my meager writing abilities!

This fic is set during the Spanish Inquisition, and I did a lot of research on the time period. There are a lot of plot holes that bother me if you really look into the history of everything, but some of them can’t be avoided when you erase an entire historical figure from history and replace her with someone else. But I won’t spoil anything, so please have this absolute trainwreck of a story.

(I’m not tagging anyone on my usual tag list because I figure this isn’t what any of you signed up for, and I won’t tag you unless you want me to!)

Trigger Warnings: Burning, Death, Anti-Semitism, implied abuse, references to torture

Queen Valencia and her husband, King Ferdinand II, were well known throughout Spain for being harsh and unforgiving rulers, the sort that would torture a man under suspicion of even the smallest of crimes. The two governed their people strictly and (although no one would speak this for fear of being killed) very cruelly.

King Ferdinand was exhausting his time dealing with the Spanish Inquisition and the Jews that refused to accept the Catholic faith. Everyday, homes were burnt and heretics were tortured and killed for practicing their own faith. He had gotten so paranoid that the non-Catholics were to blame for the terrible plague sweeping the nation that even the Conversos, Jews who had converted to the Catholic religion, were suspected of treason to the crown.

No one in the Royal Court had ever said it aloud, but it was well known that the queen and king were not in love. They often disagreed on anything from trivial to political matters, creating a distinct rift in their relationship. King Ferdinand was a pious man who wished to keep flushing out the heretics while Queen Valencia sympathized with the Jews who were being forced to give up their religion. “You are a devout Catholic. What if the Jews were to make you practice their religion? Would you do to them as they would do to you?”

King Ferdinand would continue to look past her point and respond with, “They have already done it once before to our savior Jesus Christ, we cannot allow them to do it again. We must purge them before they can force their heresy unto us. It is for the best my wife.” Him being the king, she would huff and relent, going along with what he decreed.

Life in the palace was lavish and required many servants to attend to the queen. Her previous servant had been accused of heresy - unjustly - which required that a new personal servant be summoned for the Queen. Valencia was standing in front of her mirror in her private chambers dressed in her undergarments, waiting for her servant to arrive. The lady in waiting was already late, but Valencia had become a patient woman after having to deal with King Ferdinand on the daily.

When the girl finally arrived she had her head down and mumbled softly, “I apologize for being late Your Majesty, the nobles asked me to fetch them fruit and I could not refuse. Please accept my humble apologies.” The servant girl kneeled down in front of Valencia and bent her head in what the queen supposed must have been a very uncomfortable position.

“Rise my dear girl, what shall I call you?” Valencia asked the girl.

Perking up, the girl rose and started to say, “Oh my name is -” but instead let out an unattractive screech as she tripped over the trail of her queen’s dress. She ended up sprawled on the floor glancing awkwardly up at the royal who was hiding a laugh behind her hand.

It was at that moment when they made eye contact for the first time that Valencia knew this girl would be immensely important to her.

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“Alessandra!” Queen Valencia called from her spot at the side of the empty dining table. King Ferdinand was discussing more Inquisition plans with his advisors, leaving her to eat her feast alone. Still, it was proper etiquette to leave the head of the table open for the absent king. The servant girl hurried forward from where she had been waiting by a pillar for instruction. When she reached the queen’s side she straightened up with her hands dutifully behind her back. The queen turned to the other servants scattered throughout the room and ordered, “Leave us.”

Without another word, the other servants filed out of the room and shut the intimidating wooden door behind them. Now, the only two people in the room were young Alessandra and the queen herself. “Sit with me please,” Valencia said gently. Instead of a typical order, it was a request, and a simple one at that.

Listening, the young girl sat next to her. “Is there anything you wish of me, Your Majesty?”

Grinning and rolling her eyes, Valencia let her posture relax as she leaned back against the chair. “Yes, I wish for you to stop referring to me as Your Majesty when we are in private. You see me undressed day after day, you know well and true that I am no heavenly deity. I am as human as you are flesh and bone.”

The young girl anxiously tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and giggled lightly. Alessandra was a short and petite girl complimented with a sweet face that made Valencia’s maternal instincts flare up whenever she was near her servant. “It is a pleasure to be able to work for someone as wonderful as you,” the small servant spoke almost reverently. Valencia’s heart clenched to know how much the girl looked up to her, unaware of the terrible things she was allowing King Ferdinand to do to her people.

“Tell me dear, how did you get a job in the Royal Court?” Queen Valencia asked.

“Oh, well that’s an easy one!” Alessandra said gleefully. “See I’m not too bright, but my father is an old acquaintance of the king’s High Inquisitor - uhm… Inquisitor Lucero! Yes, him. And my mother was a servant before she died, so it only made sense for me to follow in her footsteps.” Valencia’s breathing hitched when she heard Alessandra’s words. Her mother was dead? Looking down at the bright-eyed servant, all Valencia could see was a lonely child seated before her. As a response, she tried to create a more approachable air around herself and slid her chair closer to the girl. If Alessandra didn’t have a mother, then Valencia would be damned if she didn’t at least help the girl feel safe and cared for.

“When the king was searching for your newest lady in waiting,” Alessandra continued, “my father offered my services. And now I have the honor of humbling myself before you everyday.”

“No no, you do not have to humble yourself dear girl, I’ve told you this,” Valencia corrected her. Her first step would have to be making sure Alessandra knew she was not obligated to bow down to Valencia in private. Nodding again, Alessandra silenced herself. Queen Valencia was angered with Alessandra’s father for essentially auctioning his daughter off without the poor girl knowing any better. But another, smaller part of her whispered that she was glad that Alessandra was her servant, for it allowed her to have these small moments that she treasured so dearly with the young girl.

And so she spoke nothing to the king of the way he selected servants for his wife.

***

Alessandra was loyal if nothing else, and she cared greatly for Queen Valencia. She was willing to do anything for her queen, even give up her own life if her queen so desired. It scared Valencia to know how deep the girl’s blind devotion ran, but her selfishness kept her from saying anything. The queen had been unable to give Ferdinand an heir, but the king was more concerned with political matters to focus on his wife’s infertility at the time. Valencia’s servant gave her the opportunity to care for a young girl as a mother would her child.

And though she had never told Ferdinand, Valencia was glad she could not produce his heir. She refused to let him infect her son or daughter with his views of the Jewish people, of even the most loyal Conversos. Her people.

Valencia hated to think that she lied during her daily prayers with Ferdinand. But her truth was that she did in fact lie when a priest would bless her and say that she was faithful to their God. Every night Valencia would return to her private chambers and dismiss Alessandra before pulling out her Torah and praying to her God. Hiding herself from the king and her country held a tax on her very soul and being every passing day. But Valencia’s faith was more important to her than anything, and if she had to repent every night for lying, she would.

As any one night, she found herself praying as normal, asking God for forgiveness at deceiving her husband. That she was trying to follow His word while keeping His religion alive. Kneeling beneath her mirror, Valencia was muttering holy prayers and pleading to her God. “Oh Lord Almighty, send me a diamond to cut through all the dirt my husband has heaped upon your holy word.”

As if God could hear her, Valencia’s door opened at that moment as her young servant girl walked in. “Queen Valencia, I’ve come to - oh!” Alessandra gasped in surprise at seeing her queen kneeling on the floor with Jewish scrolls spread in front of her. “Is that - oh my -” the servant girl gasped in surprise. “I should go and inform-”

Standing up in a hurry, Valencia shouted, “No!” Freezing in place, Alessandra waited for another instruction from her queen. She knew it was the king’s order to report anyone following a non-Catholic religion, but her loyalty to the queen outweighed any order the king could ever give. “Alessandra, please forget what you have seen here,” Queen Valencia attempted to cover her tracks. She trusted her servant, but the reality of being discovered was something she had feared her entire life.

“My queen, I will not report you if that is what you fear. It is my job to serve you, and if that means allowing you to follow your own religion, that is what I shall do,” Alessandra said obediently. Looking at her servant with surprise, Valencia found herself unconsciously relieved.

The older woman held her arms out and waited for the child to take the hint. After a moment of confused staring, Alessandra realized what Valencia was meaning for her to do, and she threw herself into her queen’s open arms. They sat together far into the night, the young girl wrapped in the protective arms of the queen. She rested her head against Valencia’s bosom, listening to her light breathing. It was a feeling she had missed ever since her mother had died, the safety and comfort of another, truly caring person in her life. She wouldn’t dare think it, but Alessandra looked up to Valencia as more than just her queen, and that was dangerous. The young lady in waiting couldn’t bring herself to worry about any possible repercussions while being held by Valencia.

Unawares to Alessandra, Valencia was having her own thoughts. Without children, she couldn’t release the pent up maternal instinct ingrained deep in her very being. But having Alessandra by her side made Valencia’s heart feel as if the strongest rope was ripping it in half. In that moment, it felt like the two of them were meant to be together, as if fate itself had twisted time and space so that they could meet. If it were not for status, the queen feared she would never release Alessandra from her arms. The thought of having to let the girl go was something Valencia refused to entertain. The mere notion was enough to cause her more agony than what her heart already inflicted upon her. With such a large gap in social class, it was unusual for royals to have such a close relationship with their servants, but Valencia couldn’t help but feel the intense need to protect Alessandra.

She could not predict how strong this need would be in her servant.

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“It’s alright, I’d rather me than you, Valencia,” Alessandra assured whilst two guards held her arms tightly behind her back.

The guard on her left smacked her harshly over the head. “You shall refer to her as Your Majesty or My Queen, heretic.”

Shaking her head softly in pain, Alessandra returned her attention to Valencia. Even as the guards were leading her to the dungeons where she would be held before her execution, she still had a smile on her face. Valencia was distraught at seeing the girl she cared so much for in the hands of the king’s soldiers. The men had been searching the palace when they found her beloved Torah hidden within her bedchambers. The moment Alessandra got word that the king suspected the queen of heresy, she claimed that she was the heretic and claimed the scrolls as her own.

A chill tickled its way through Valencia’s bones, knowing of how the king must have immediately sentenced the young child to death by fire simply because he believed she was of another religion. And as much as Valencia wished she could take Alessandra’s place, she knew it would do no good to admit the truth. The girl would still be executed and so would she, ruining Alessandra’s sacrifice.

The young girl was led to a dungeon cell and tossed in by the guards. They locked the door and left her alone until they were to come to retrieve her for her execution the next day. Following the guards down, Valencia stood outside the cell door and glanced down at the child she had grown close to. “Why?” she asked quietly.

Alessandra shrugged with her infuriating smile still plastered on her face. “I could not let them hurt you Valencia. Besides, you can get another servant.”

Valencia laughed humorlessly and ruefully banged a fist against the bars of the cell. “I could never replace you Alessandra.”

“I’ll miss you,” Alessandra said simply.

“You know I love you,” the older woman admitted quietly, as if it was taboo.

“I love you too.”

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Queen Valencia was forced to stand next to her husband as her servant was tied to a stake in the center of the palace courtyard. King Ferdinand stood regal and tall, observing the work of his executioners, noting which ones worked quicker and those slower than the rest. He didn’t pay a second glance to the girl being strung up, more concerned with the efficiency of his men as they prepared for the execution. In some sick sense of mercy there would be no drawn out torture, only the girl’s sentence of death by fire.

The servant girl did not resist the tight grips of the men who spit at her as they lead her to her death. It confused the inquisitors when she only smiled, barely glancing at their hateful faces. Instead, her attention was directed to the woman standing on the balcony of the palace above her. The queen was struggling to make eye contact with the servant. Her head was far too heavy to lift and face the small girl and her innocent doe eyes.

Even as the men finished tying her to the stake, Alessandra paid no mind to her rapidly approaching death. She kept grinning fondly at the woman she had grown to love in her time at the palace. She didn’t feel an ounce of regret dying for Valencia.

King Ferdinand wrapped an arm around his wife, but she refused to acknowledge it. Valencia lifted her head, finally willing to make eye contact with Alessandra. It was like a hot poker to the heart, being reminded of why she cared so much for this girl. She knew she would grow to care for her servant the first time she had seen the girl’s eyes. Only now, looking into those eyes for the last time did Valencia truly understand the extent of her love for this girl.

Alessandra was the child she did not have, stronger than blood could carry. It didn’t matter that the girl was of another breed, it mattered how she gave Valencia a reason to move through everyday as she lived a life of lying to those around her. And if God would grant her one wish, she would wish to be able to embrace Alessandra one last time before they were forced to part ways.

One of the inquisitors took a torch and held it to the straw spread around the bottom of the stake. The young girl only shook her head and tried to smile reassuringly when a tear slid down the older woman’s face. Alessandra mouthed something from below that Valencia could not make out, no matter how hard she tried to decipher what the girl had said. She watched as the flames grew higher and Alessandra’s smile started to disappear, replaced with coughing and wails of pain. Valencia closed her eyes tight and turned away from the fire, too distraught to watch the execution.

But she listened as her daughter burned.

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⚘ Head Pats (Koushi Sugawara)

Genre: Angst, Drama, Slice of Life, Fluff ☁

Word Count: 4,335 ☁

Pairing: Reader x Sugawara ☁

World: Haikyuu ☁

Prompt(s): A fell down while gaping at B after seeing them for the first time. / “I caught your cold.” / Single Parent AU ☁

Author’s Note: So, this started off pretty nice I think but it kinda just spiraled into a trainwreck of a fic xDD Ahem, anyway. This was written for the weekly-prompt (07/29/20) over on @hqbookclub ‘s discord server – you should check it out if you haven’t 😉 Also, people are probably gonna say Suga is OOC in the middle but meh. I warned you that it was a train wreck pft

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“You have to come!” Kageyama demanded, his hand clasped tightly around your wrist as he pulled you toward Karasuno’s gym.

“Not like you’re giving me much choice here,” you sweatdropped.

“Good!”

The two of you had been friends since you were both in diapers and, even though you didn’t really like him at first, your mothers forced the two of you to play together so they could watch their shows and fawn over the handsome actors. He soon became like a brother to you, but you ended up moving away at the start of middle school, leaving him to become the lonely king. Now, you were attending the same high school as him and he was determined not to let you slip away again.

“Go wait at the gym,” he pointed across the way. “I have to get changed.”

“Sure~” You headed toward the large gymnasium, cautiously peeking around the open doors. Several boys were already inside practicing and, while you had seen a couple of them around the school, you didn’t know any of their names.

A large hand rested on your head, ruffling your hair. “Why are you here?”

You scowled, shoving Tsukishima’s hand away. He knew you hated it when people touched your head, which is why he did it every time he saw you. “Tobio wanted me to watch him practice.”

“Who?” He deadpanned before smirking, his eyes shining. “Oh, right. The blueberry.”

You rolled your eyes. “Nice playground insult, Tsuki.”

“Thanks, shorty.” He reached for your head again but you stepped away from him, sticking out your tongue.

“We can’t all be string beans!”

The sudden yell caught the attention of Sugawara who worried that a fight was about to take place. When his eyes landed on you, though, he felt his heart blossom. He was a strong believer in love at first sight and when he looked upon you, he could picture spending the rest of his life at your side. He needed to know your name, to hear your voice again, but when he started toward you, he was far too preoccupied to notice the ball directly in his path.

His foot landed on the ball and with a yelp, his other foot slipped out from beneath him, sending his thin body crumbling to the gym floor in a heap of embarrassment. Witnessing this event, you rushed over to him, eyes filled with worry. “Are you okay?”

As he looked up at you, the bright lights shined down over your body and he wondered if you were actually an angel that had been placed on earth just for him. Your voice was like music to his ears and your concern made warmth spread throughout his body. He almost didn’t feel the throbbing at the back of his skull.

You frowned when he didn’t reply, glancing up at the other boys as they gathered around to check on him. “I think he hit his head, senpai. He might have a concussion.”

Sugawara took a breath, forcing a smile as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “No, I’m okay. Sorry for the commotion.”

“Are you sure, Suga?” Daichi wondered, not missing the faraway look in the setter’s eyes.

“I can take him to the nurse,” you offered just as Kageyama stepped into the gym, his mood darkening when he heard the comment. You huffed, sending him a glare. “He’s hurt, Tobio, don’t you give me that look!”

“Oooooh! You got told!” Tanaka laughed obnoxiously, pointing at the first-year.

You gently took the fallen boy by the arm, helping him up to his feet. He swayed a bit, nose wrinkling as the world around him spun. “Just put your weight on me, okay?” You moved his arm so it was around your shoulders before holding him by the waist, guiding him out of the gym.

Feeling your body so close to his made his heart race, pale cheeks lighting up like a rose in freshly fallen snow. It was hard to focus on anything with his head throbbing so painfully, but having you at his side helped to keep him grounded. “Are you a first-year?”

“I am!” You chirped happily. “My name’s Y/N, it’s nice to meet you, senpai.”

He loved your cheerful attitude, reminding him of the sun on a warm, summer afternoon. “Koushi Sugawara, third-year. It’s nice to meet you, too, Y/N.” Your name was like pure honey on his tongue and he doubted he would ever grow tired of saying it. “You should come watch practice more often.”

You hummed, sending him a playful smile. “Only if you promise to be more careful.”

His hand lifted to rest on your head before he could stop himself. “It’s a deal,”

Normally, you would have smacked away the hand of anyone that touched your head because you just hated the feeling, but it was different when he did it and you weren’t sure why. Instead of feeling annoyed, you felt calm and comfortable, as if you were completely safe from the darkness of the world. You would never admit it, but you really enjoyed it when he rested his hand on your head.

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When your alarm went off, you had to struggle to pull yourself out of the bed. Your entire body felt sore, your nose so stuffed up that no air could flow through, and your throat was burning. You knew you had caught a cold, you’d been feeling the symptoms for a couple of days now, but you just couldn’t stay home. Karasuno was finally going against Nekoma and you had promised both Kageyama and Suga that you would be there cheering them on.

As you stumbled down the stairs, clothes on backward and ruffled beyond repair, your mother knew you were not okay. One look and he was ordering you back to your room without even listening to your pleas. You were given no choice but to crawl back under the covers, but you grabbed your phone and brought up Tobio’s name, typing a simple message to him: ‘Sick, can’t leave house, sorry :(‘

Your eyes were starting to droop despite how hard you tried to fight against it, a yawn breaking through your lips. Just as you clicked on Suga’s name, sleep claimed you, the phone falling from your grasp and onto the mattress.

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Sugawara was feeling nervous, but it wasn’t because of the game against Nekoma. He had been up most of the night trying to work up his nerve to finally ask you out and today, after the match ended, he fully intended to do so. The problem? The game was about to start but you were nowhere to be found. He checked his phone in case you messaged him, but there were no missed calls or messages. Had something happened to you? Were you just not interested in watching the match?

As the battle between the two teams wore on, he found it harder and harder to focus. He was worried that you had gotten hurt or lost and, as much as he hated the idea, he finally decided to approach Kageyama after the matches concluded. “Have you heard from Y/N?”

Kageyama’s eyes met his, narrowed with annoyance because of the match results and because you hadn’t shown up. “They’re sick,”

“Oh. I see, thank you.” Suga smiled, but he was feeling hurt. Why hadn’t you messaged him, as well? He thought the two of you had gotten pretty close since first meeting each other, but maybe he was wrong. Even so, he headed straight to the store so he could buy some medicine, vitamins, orange juice, and some chocolate before heading over to your house.

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The sound of the doorbell cleared your sleep and you pushed yourself up with a yawn. You still felt like absolute trash, but at least you could partially breathe through your nose now. Had your brother gone out? Should you get up and check who was at the door? A gentle knock at your bedroom door broke your train of though.

“Come in,”

The door pushed inward, revealing Sugawara with a soft smile and a plastic bag full of items. Despite the small smile that graced your lips, he could tell how bad you felt and it made his heart squeeze painfully. “Hey, Y/N. How are you feeling?”

“Suga~” You chirped happily, your voice slightly hoarse. “I’m okay, it’s just a cold, I think.”

He settled himself on the side of the bed, turning his body to face you as he set the bag down in front of him. “I got you some things to help you recover quickly.”

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you, senpai.” Warmth flooded your cheeks as he pulled out a small beanie baby – a tiger with blue fur clutching a volleyball between its paws. You took it with renewed vigor, holding it to your chest. “It’s so cute!”

“I’m glad you like it!” His eyes shimmered with happiness as he watched you. Even sick, you were so beautiful to him. It wasn’t the ideal circumstance, but he needed to tell you before he lost his nerve. “Y/N, I need to talk to you about something.”

You frowned at his serious expression. “Is it about missing the game? I’m sorry! I really wanted to go, but my brother wouldn’t let me.”

“No,” he chuckled, resting his hand on top of your head to calm you down. “I need to tell you something important, Y/N, so please listen closely.” He took a deep breath. “I lo -”

The door slammed open and a tall blonde came sauntering into the room with a lit cigarette between his lips. Sugawara recognized him instantly because the boy had been kicked out of Karasuno high at the start of the year for headbutting the teacher and breaking her nose.

He smirked at you, his body plopping down onto the beanbag chair placed on the floor across from your bed. “Hey, babe. You well enough to bang, yet?”

Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, making you feel a bit dizzy. “T-Tohru! Don’t just say things like that! And you know my brother doesn’t allow smoking in the house.”

“That a no?”

“It’s a no!”

Sugawara could not express the sheer amount of anger coursing through his body at that moment. You had a boyfriend? Not just that, but seemed like a complete tool and he had been proven to be violent. He wanted to be happy for you, he truly did, but how could he? He didn’t know whether he wanted to scream or cry.

You glanced at the grey-haired boy, frowning at the way his hands curled tightly into fists. “I’m really sorry, senpai. Tohru is just… eccentric.”

“I-It’s okay,” he forced a smile, having to remind himself to breathe.

“Hah? Who’s this skinny loser?” Tohru exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyeing the other male. “Trying to weasel in on my bitch while they’re sick?”

Suga’s eyes flashed with anger. “How can you talk like that about your partner? I was checking on them because I care, but if I were trying to take them, you can bet that I would treat Y/N the way they deserve to be treated!”

Tohru stood up, eyes flashing with amusement as he crushed the cigarette into the carpet. “Oh, did I strike a nerve? Haha.”

Suga also stood up, chest to chest with the male as he stared him down without fear, despite the blonde having bigger muscles than himself. His mind was being fueled by pure emotion at this point and he didn’t even stop to think about the words leaving his lips. “Y/N, you need to make a choice – me or this delinquent.”

“Oh no, he called me a delinquent.” Tohru mocked with a laugh. “I’ve been called a lot worse!”

Your body had started to shake as the stress got to you and you were terrified that they were about to start exchanging blows. Tears stung at your eyes, easily overwhelmed due to your current illness. “Please leave…”

Tohru laughed again. “You heard ’em. Get lost, loser.”

“They were talking to you.” Suga spat. “Right, Y/N?”

“Get out,” you sobbed, clutching at your throbbing skull. “Get out, both of you!!”

Suga’s eyes widened in surprise, snapping to your shivering form. As he came to realize what kind of state you were currently in, guilt flooded him, easily overtaking the annoyance he felt toward the blonde. What was wrong with me? He never acted this way, so why now? He took a step toward you, his voice soft. “Y/N -”

“Just leave!”

Hearing the commotion, your brother came rushing into the room. Upon seeing the state of his younger sibling, he instantly switched into big brother mode, an angry expression overtaking his face. “What the hell is wrong with you two?! Upsetting a sick person like this, you should be ashamed! Get out, now!”

Tohru scoffed, sending you a glare as he stuffed his hands into his baggy jeans, muttering under his breath. “You were a shitty lay, anyway.”

Suga narrowed his eyes at the retreating blonde, gritting his teeth to keep his temper under control. How could he say such a thing about you? Was that all you were to him? Just someone to sleep with?

He wanted to say something to you, anything, but his vocal cords had given up on him. Suga could only send you an apologetic bow before leaving the house without a word.

After escorting the two from the house, your brother returned to your side, pulling you into his chest as he tried to calm you down.

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A couple of days had passed and Sugawara found himself bedridden, having somehow caught your cold. He believed it was karma for what he had put you through. How could he have been stupid enough to let his emotions take control of him? Whether he approved of Tohru or not, you were dating him and Suga had verbally assaulted him and even went so far as to make you choose between the two. He felt so disappointed in himself.

A knock sounded on his bedroom door and he shot up, his heart racing. Had you come to visit him? “Come in!”

The door shot open, revealing Tanaka and Noya who ran toward the bed as they cried dramatically about how badly they missed the setter. Daichi and Asahi weren’t far behind, closing the door behind them so the second-year’s wailing wouldn’t disturb the rest of the household.

“How are you feeling, Suga?” Asahi asked kindly.

“I’m fine,” he responded, lips tugging down. “Have you talked to Y/N?”

A tense aura settled over the four boys as they exchanged looks with one another. Daichi cleared his throat, taking a seat at the desk. “Y/N… left Karasuno yesterday.”

“W-What? Why?!” Suga demanded, eyes wide as his hands clenched the comforter tightly within his fist.

“No idea,” Noya huffed in annoyance, folding his arms over his chest. “We only found out because the first-years were ganging up on Kageyama, demanding to know why they left and where they went. He refused to answer!”

“I tried calling them, but their number is disconnected,” Tanaka added with a frown.

Daichi watched the sick boy closely and with concern. He was the only one that knew about what had happened at your house and he knew Sugawara would be blaming himself for you leaving. He cleared his throat, trying to lighten up the mood. “I’m sure it’s just a family issue. Maybe they’ll be back!”

And Suga held onto that hope for a while, but as months passed by without a word, he knew you had no intention of returning. He was left feeling like a piece of him was missing, as if you had taken a chunk of his heart when you left.

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It’s been about six years since Sugawara last saw you, but never stopped thinking about you, wondering what you were up to and if you were doing okay in life. He wished he could see you again just to know that you were doing okay, but Kageyama refused to tell anyone where you were and refused to give out your number. Still, the grey-haired boy never gave up on trying to find you.

He had the day off today, so he decided to head down to the street market to restock his fridge for the coming week. As he walked down the street, examining the various stalls, he felt something hit the back of his legs and, when he glanced down, he found a small, blonde boy that couldn’t be more than four or five-years-old. He glanced around, but no one seemed to be looking for the boy.

“I’m sowwy, mwister.” The boy apologized, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Suga smiled kindly as he kneeled down in front of the boy. “Ne, where are your parents? You shouldn’t be walking around alone, it’s dangerous.”

The boy pointed a pudgy finger in the direction he had come from. As if on queue, you pushed through the throng of people, breathing heavily as your eyes frantically scanned the area. When you finally found the boy, you rushed forward, pulling him into your arms before your knees even hit the pavement.

“Kousuke, I told you to stop running off!” You scolded, feeling relief flood you as you rested your hand on the back of his head. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you.”

“Sowwy, mama.” His fingers curled around your sweater.

Sugawara couldn’t believe his eyes. You had clearly gotten older, but it was most definitely you, even more beautiful than you had been in high school. His voice was breathy, “Y/N?”

You knew that voice well, even after all of these years. Your head shot up, eyes locking with his olive-colored ones in disbelief. “Suga-senpai?”

He chuckled. “I’m not your senpai anymore~”

“Ah, right.”

“Mama, I’m hungry!” Kousuke pouted, tugging on your sweater.

You tightened your grip on him so he wouldn’t fall as you stood up, holding the boy against your hip. “What would you like to eat, darling?”

“Cheejburg!”

“Okay~ We can get cheeseburgers.” You chuckled, turning your attention back to Sugawara. “Would you… like to join us?”

“Sure!” His heart picked up speed and his mind was running wild as he followed you down the street toward the burger place. There were so many things he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but he knew he had to wait. This was his second chance to connect with you and he didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

After getting the food, the two of you took a seat outside in the play area so Kousuke could run around and play while eating at his own pace. You smiled as you watched him, sipping on your soda. “It’s been so long since I last saw you, it feels kind of awkward.”

Suga nodded, shifting in his seat. “Yeah, it goes. How have you been?”

“Um, I’m doing okay, living life day-to-day.” You smiled softly. “What about you?”

“I’m doing well. I’m working as an elementary teacher.”

“Really? That’s so cool,” you smiled. “I guess my son will be seeing you soon, then~”

His smile dropped a bit at the mention. So he was your son. Did that mean you were married? Happy with some other man? “I’m surprised… that you have a child.”

“Yeah…” You breathed out, playing with the fries in its paper holder. “It was pretty… unexpected.”

Sugawara’s brain was working in overdrive, the pieces clicking into place. It was all starting to make sense to him now. With wide eyes, he asked, “That’s why you left school… you were pregnant.”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment and you nodded. “I was really stupid and I made a mistake… but I don’t regret it because I love my son.”

“Are you still with the father?”

Your mood suddenly shifted as you leaned back in your chair, huffing out in annoyance. “No. As soon as he found out I was pregnant, he disappeared. He won’t even talk to his son!”

“Tohru?”

You nodded, your mood shifting again as you calmed down. “You were right about what you said. I just wish I had heard that before letting him talk me into sleeping with him. I was so stupid.”

A comfortable silence settled over the two of you as you watched Kousuke running around with the other kids, squealing happily. Every few minutes, he’d come to the table to get a bite of his burger before dancing on the spot as he chewed. Once he swallowed, he would run off to rejoin the others.

“Senp – ah, Sugawara-san, can I ask you something?”

“You can call me Koushi,” he smiled softly. “And yes, you can ask me anything.”

“Koushi-san,” you tested his first name on your lips and smiled at the warmth you felt. “That day when you came to visit me… you said you wanted to tell me something. You probably don’t even remember, but I think about it sometimes. Do you remember what it was?”

Of course, he did. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. It’s not every day that you try to confess to your first love, after all. “Yeah, I remember.”

“Will you tell me?” You glanced at him through your lashes, chewing on your bottom lip nervously. You weren’t sure why you were feeling so nervous, but you just assumed that it was because so much time had passed since you last met.

He debated with himself for a moment, wondering if he should. His feelings certainly hadn’t changed – he was very much still in love with you, but what would you think? Would you see it as creepy for him to have harbored these feelings all these years? You weren’t married, but what if you were seeing someone or interested in someone? He didn’t want to ruin that.

“Mama!” Kousuke appeared at your side, tugging on your sweater with one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other. “I’m tired,”

You glanced at your watch. “Oh, I’m sorry, it’s past your nap time!”

Sugawara cleaned up the table as you picked up your son and, together, the three of you left the burger place, heading toward your apartment building. It wasn’t long before Kousuke was asleep against your shoulder, making Suga giggle quietly.

“He’s so cute,”

“I know, right? Thankfully, the only thing he got from his father was the hair.”

“He definitely favors you.” He couldn’t help wondering if you were that cute when you were a child and his hand reached up, resting on the top of your head. Nostalgia filled you as you thought back to the simple times of high school and you briefly wondered where it had all gone so wrong, but then he removed his hand and you were brought back to reality.

Your apartment was located on the second floor and Suga had to take your keys so you didn’t wake up Kousuke. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back.”

Suga watched you disappear down the hallway before looking around the apartment with a frown. The furniture was worn and looked old as if it had been owned a few times before finding you. The place itself was pretty small and the neighborhood wasn’t the best. Were you struggling to live? If you were a single mother, it made sense. Were you working as well as raising your son?

“Would you like something to drink?” You inquired, heading toward the fridge.

“Ah, no thank you. I’m okay.” He took a seat on the couch, noting how it dipped lower than it should have, indicating that it lacked support.

You nodded, closing the fridge as you sat on the wooden chair that sat diagonal from the couch. “Sorry, I know it’s not much…” You rubbed the back of your head, embarrassed. “It’s all I could afford.”

“Are you struggling with money?” He frowned.

“Ah, no! I mean, money is kind of tight, but it’s okay.” You smiled. “I just got hired for another job today, so I’ll have more income coming in.”

“Another job? How many do you have?”

“Three now!” There was pride in your tone because you were working hard to provide for yourself and your son.

Sugawara didn’t like what he was hearing. Yes, you were working hard to get by, but he worried that you were working too hard. If you spent all your time working three jobs, how could you spend time with Kousuke? His eyes met yours as he shifted his body to face you. “Move in with me,”

You were surprised by the request and the determination within his eyes. “T-That’s really not necessary…”

“You wanted to know what I was going to tell you that day, right?”

“Yes?” Your brow furrowed. Why was he changing the subject?

His hand found yours, fingers lacing together. “I was going to confess to you.”

Blood rushed to your face, but you couldn’t look away from his intense gaze. “You… liked me?”

“I love you,” he confessed softly. “I’ve loved you since the moment I met you and that hasn’t changed. You don’t have to return my feelings, but will you consider moving in with me? I want to provide for you and Kousuke.”

You swallowed hard, taking a breath to calm your racing heart. “I don’t love you, Koushi.” His lips parted but you held your hand up to stop him. “But I did have a crush on you back then and I… I think I could fall in love with you, if you want to take that chance?”

“It would be my pleasure, Y/N.” Sugawara’s face brightened as he stood up, pulling you into a hug. You returned it without hesitation, unable to suppress a smile as his hand found its spot on the top of your head.

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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The Deal Chapter 6

Daryl studied me in the moonlight. And I watched him. The way the light illuminated his face, his dark hair looked black, and his bare arms gleamed. I bit my lip, waiting, letting him choose our pace. He stepped closer, looking down at me and smiled.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, letting his hand come up so his fingers could trace the lines of my face. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” I kissed the pad of his finger as it made a pass along my lips. “Since ya shared your story with me, I wanna share some of mine with ya.” I nodded. He stepped back and pulled off his vest, sitting it at the foot of our makeshift bed. Then his shirt came off and he turned so his back was in full view.

I gasped, stepping carefully forward and gently touching the deep scars marking his skin. “What happened?” I asked, my fingertips tracing each dent and groove. “Who did this?”

He was still, but I could feel the tension leaving him as my fingers moved along his back. “My dad was a mean son of a bitch. He drank. He got mean. And he hit whichever of us was closest.” I let my hands run down his back and trace the tattoos and smooth over the rest of his skin. “My mom died when I was twelve. Merle was in and out of juvie until he joined up. That left me.” I could hear the pain in his voice, but I could also hear the pride of a survivor. “I wanted to show ya, I don’t show no one. Hell, even Merle don’t know.”

I tugged on him so he’d turn to face me. I looked up at him with such a fierce feeling of protectiveness. “No one touches you again, Daryl Dixon. Not like that, not-”

His lips crashed down on mine and I was left without words. His hands, usually so carefully above the waist, cupped my ass and pulled me tight against him. He wanted me, there was no doubt at all about that, and I needed him to know it was mutual. A moan, deep in my throat built and he swallowed it. Our tongues tempted and tasted one another, and I knew, barring some kind of catastrophe, tonight we would finally come fully together.

Our clothes fell off in record time, I can’t be sure who took what off of whom. All I know is that we were both, completely and totally bare beneath the bright moon and I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. He cradled me into his arms and then we were lying on the blankets. One kiss became another, our hands touching every inch of each other, learning and testing what each one liked the best. The answer? Everything. Everywhere Daryl touched me a fire flared. Everywhere I touched him, I could feel his need.

As he kneeled between my open legs, he looked down at me and gave that half smile that I’d come to love. “I don’t got protection, Jessi, so we’re gonna have to be careful.”

I sat up and cupped my hand behind his neck, pulling him down with me. “I don’t care, Daryl. Just take me.”

And then, one rock of his hips and we were finally joined. His forehead met mine, our eyes locked together once we adjusted to just how perfectly we fit together. Then our lips brushed and I arched up against him. I felt him moan into my mouth and he moved. Together we moved, thrust being met with the same intensity. Our mouths searching for any bit of skin we could reach, our lips together every other second.

He’d compared my beauty to the stars, he was like my sun. Bright and hot and burning with every touch. As we came together, moving and clutching, I felt sure of one thing in my world. Daryl Dixon loved me. And I’d die for him.

GREENE FARM~ JUST BEFORE SUNRISE

I was snuggled in Daryl’s arms, his head resting on the top of mine. He was right, and it would be annoying how often that happened if I didn’t enjoy it so damn much. Our first time was memorable, and magical. We’d made love so many times during the dark hours that I lost count. Touching, tempting, burning, it was so amazing and I’d fight to keep experiencing it with him.

I felt him stir and smiled. “You waking up?” I asked, kissing his chest. “Maybe we should head back?”

He groaned at the mere thought. “Can’t we just stay here forever?” He asked, and I grinned up at him. “Could start a new Eden. You be Eve, I’ll be Adam?”

I hummed in approval as his hand slid down my body. “That’s pretty damn tempting, Dixon.” His hand landed on my ass and grabbed a handful. “I think we’d scare Hershel’s horses. Not sure they’ve seen naked people around here.”

That made him laugh. “True ‘nough.” He pulled me up so I could be kissed thoroughly. “I love you, Jessica Grimes.” He whispered as he released me.

“I love you, Daryl Dixon.” I said without hesitation. “I’m probably going to be walking funny for a few days, so I’m sure everyone’s going to know just how much we love one another.”

We both giggled at that. “Ya sore?” He asked, once he calmed down. Worried, like always.

“Just a bit.” I assured him. “It’s been a long time, you know.”

He nodded. And held me in his arms. “Know what they say, practice makes perfect, or in your case, less painful.” He kissed me again and I reconsidered the new Eden idea.

AN HOUR AFTER SUNRISE

We walked hand in hand back to our tent. Most of our group wasn’t awake yet, so we ducked inside the tent and took a nap. It wasn’t long after that we heard the sounds of the rest of the world waking up. I was still in Daryl’s arms when I heard Dad and the others talking about another grid search.

“Gotta get up and goin’, baby.” Daryl whispered into my hair. Kissing my forehead, he sat up and I felt a chill go down my spine.

“Daryl?” He turned to me and I smiled. “Be careful today?” He squinted at my tone, I knew I sounded scared, but I knew that something was going to happen today. “Just humor me?” He leaned over and kissed me when I sat up.

“‘Course I’ll be careful.” He gave me a breathtaking smile. “Got a lot worth livin’ for, don’t I?”

I nodded and sat in the tent trying to understand the chill. Carl was fine. Dad was clearly doing alright. Lori was being a little weird, but that’s understandable considering. So Daryl had to be the source of my worry. Didn’t he? When I left the tent, Dad walked over to me.

“Jessi,” he said, taking my shoulders in his hands. “I want you to stay behind. Most of the strongest fighters are going on this search, and since Hershel doesn’t mind your bow.”

I nodded. “Which grid does Daryl have?” I asked, looking around. He didn’t seem to be anywhere. I nearly missed the guilty look on Dad’s face. “What?”

“Look, yesterday, I told Daryl he didn’t have any more obligations to us.” I gaped at him. “I didn’t KNOW, Jessi. I didn’t know that you two were really-”

I felt my face fall. My own father had tried to push out the man I loved from our group. The ONE man other than him that cared about these assholes’ survival. “That doesn’t answer my question, Dad.” I breathed. I wondered why Daryl hadn’t told me, but it didn’t hurt that he didn’t. Knowing him, he hadn’t wanted to cause a rift between me and my dad.

“He’s on horseback, Jessi. He’s taking the ridge.” His tone was an attempt to sooth me, it almost worked. “He’ll be alright. I have to admit, he’s a tough one. And he’s amazing at tracking.”

“And he’s alone on the grid.” I bit out. “Alone and in a strange part of the forest.” I glared up at my dad. “You taught us, Dad, you taught me and Carl and Lori that partnering up on a search was the ONLY way to go. So Daryl doesn’t get that, does he?” I turned away from me to hide my fear and worry, but my dad knew me too well.

“Sweetheart?” He pleaded, touching my shoulder. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I felt the burning heat of tears in my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. Not yet, not until I KNEW they were necessary. “Nothing, Dad, I’m not keeping anything back.” I turned and walked toward the RV. “I’ll take the first watch. Dale’s going to boil alive up there one day.”

I watched over the property. I watched Dad and the others, including Hershel’s youngest daughter’s boyfriend go off to work the grid. I wondered at Daryl leaving alone. I kept my eyes peeled as Carol ventured out and spoke to Lori. My stepmom looked shocked, but nodded. And when Dale insisted I take a break, I walked to the house to check on Carl.

As I came up the steps, I bore witness to a conversation I hoped I could burn out of my memory, but figured I wouldn’t be that lucky. Glenn and Hershel’s oldest daughter, the one that came for Lori and me, Maggie were standing at the door.

Glenn was trying to flirt, I guess, when I heard this zinger. “You know, we have eleven condoms left.” Ugh, I thought, they had sex. And then I was wondering where they’d scavenged the condoms.

Then the farm girl hit back with a below the belt attack with, “you see eleven condoms, I see eleven minutes of my life I won’t get back.” Ouch, I thought, looking at Glenn’s face fall. That’s harsh, and sad.

Sad puppy face Glenn begging for confirmation that he didn’t suck at sex, “it wasn’t that bad was it?” I closed my eyes to hopefully stop the trainwreck in front of me, but wait, was she giving him hope?

“I don’t even know if I like you.” Maggie offered. Thank goodness, I thought, because Glenn didn’t deserve the destruction she almost wrecked.

“But you’re thinking about it. You should.” Yep, Glenn got his sorta swagger back.

I wished I could disappear, because that’s when they noticed me standing at the foot of the steps. “Sorry. It was like the slowest moving trainwreck anyone has EVER had the misfortune to experience.” I offered, feeling my face burn bright red in sympathetic embarrassment. “Plus, I didn’t think I was being all that quiet when I came up. I mean, I’m not Daryl.” Shit, fuck, get me out of here. They were still staring at me. “I promise, your secret? It’s safe with me.” I moved past them to get in the door. Inside I let the sort of cool shade take the heat out of my face.

Shaking my head, I moved further into the house to sit with my brother, and try desperately NOT to worry about Daryl.

HOURS LATER~GREENE FARM

I was still with Carl when I heard the flurry of activity in the kitchen. Lori stepped into the room to let us know that we’d be having a big dinner together, that our group decided to cook dinner for Hershel and his family to thank them. I smiled at the gesture and hoped that it would be taken as such.

I was leaving to check in with Dale when I overheard Maggie and Hershel’s discussion about us leaving. Clearly, Hershel didn’t want us to be a permanent addition to his land. I walked quietly past the room they were chatting in and outside. The sun was still burning and I noticed that the others were back. I headed for the RV, thinking I’d relieve Dale again.

I heard Dale warning someone to not shoot, then I heard the damn shot fire. I took off running and realized that someone had put Andrea on watch. For God’s sake, I thought and realized that she looked proud. So why were my dad and Shane standing WITH the fucking walker? And that’s when I knew. This dumb, useless, gun-toting moron had shot Daryl.

I gave her no thought as I rushed to meet Shane and Dad who were trying to pick up at bleeding Daryl. He was covered in dirt, blood, and more blood. Was that a necklace of ears? Jesus, I glared at my dad and kneeled beside Daryl. I took his bleeding head in my hands and breathed easier when I realized Andrea had only grazed him. His side, that was another matter, I gasped when I moved his shirt out of the way.

“Lift him up,” I ordered, stepping away and removing the necklace. Eww, he and I were going to have to talk about appropriate accessories when he wasn’t so injured. “GET HERSHEL!” I yelled as we neared the house.

Daryl was leaning on his elbow as Hershel worked on his side. His head was bandaged and he was cleaner, thanks to me. I had sponged off most of the dirt and gore. He pointed out where he’d found Sofia’s doll on the map Maggie had provided for the grid search. And he wasn’t the least bit admonished for taking the horse without permission, he threatened the damn thing. I nearly laughed, but thought it best to restrain it.

“You’re fussin’, Jess.” He grunted, as I wiped more of his face clean.

I shook my head. “No, I’m just cleaning up my favorite masterpiece.” Hershel finished up and gave me a smile. “Thank you, again.” I offered the older man. “You keep saving the most important people in my life, going to owe you a huge debt soon.” He shook it off and left.

Dad and Shane asked Daryl a few more questions and then they walked out too. I sighed and Daryl’s hand met mine. “You knew, didn’t ya?” He asked, and I knew what he meant.

I nodded. “Yeah, I didn’t know WHAT, but I knew something bad.” I studied his face, clean now and pulled out the ‘necklace’ from my pocket. “Wanna tell me about this?”

He grimaced and laid back on the pillows. Patting the bed next to him, I crawled in and lay beside him. He groaned and pulled me closer, wanting my head on his chest. Hearing his heart pound steadily under my ear, I felt calmer than I had all day. “Horse threw me, fell on my own damn arrow, may have had some freaky ass visions of Merle, and killed some dead assholes that thought I was an easy meal.” He said, making it sound simple.

“And the ‘souvenir’?” I reminded him, having handed it to him and let him put it in his pant’s pocket.

I felt him shrug, and wince at the pain it brought to his side. “Seemed right at the time.”

I chuckled and turned my face up to look at him. “This was Daryl’s no good, very bad day, huh?” He grinned and agreed with a nod.

“Better now,” he whispered, kissing my hair. “Couldn’t think of nothin’ but gettin’ back to ya.” He sighed. “Gettin’ to ya, makin’ sure ya knew I was ok. I knew why ya looked at me like that this mornin’ as soon as the horse threw me. Then my asshole brother came into my head and I fought.”

“I’ll have to thank Merle when we find him again.” I smiled, and he grinned back at me.

We heard a light tap on the open door and saw Carol standing there. She held two plates and a smile on her face. “I thought I’d bring you two dinner, and give my thanks to the bandaged hero here.” She sat the plates on the bedside table. She leaned down and tried to kiss Daryl on his bandaged head, but he shook her off. Shaking her head, and smiling at the two of us pressed together, she went back to dinner with the others.

“You gave her more hope,” I said, sitting up to reach over him for the plates. Handing him his, I raised an eyebrow. He stared back, Clearly he wasn’t reading me for once. “Want me to feed you, hero?” He glared at me without heat and picked up his fork. Laughing I followed suit.

#daryl dixon x ofc #rick grimes daughter #eventual negan x ofc #smut #slow burn #angst

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honeymoonjin · 6 years ago

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bts reaction - a video of the two of you goes viral

A/N: requested by a lovely anon :)

JIN

the two of you were always cooking together at the boys’ dorm so you didn’t think any different when some of the others asked you to make them some dinner

little did the two of you know that jungkook and hobi were conspiring against you by placing a little camera they had borrowed off staff and filming the whole thing

as normal, the two of you found your rhythm in preparing and cooking several meats and vegetables, completely unaware that your every movement was being live-streamed on v-live

as you waited for the hot water on the stove to boil, you snuck over and slid yourself under Jin’s arm so that he was trapping you against the bench

“i can’t see the carrots anymore, honey”

“oh, jinnie, who cares about carrots when your beautiful girlfriend is in front of you”

weirdly enough, just like jin loves complimenting himself, he also loves it when you’re confident about your own looks, and you know how to use that to your advantage

jin smiles sweetly down at you and leans in for a kiss, murmuring against your lips “mmm, you’re right, those boys can make themselves dinner for once, i’m in the mood for a little private eatjin”

just as he begins to start grinding his hips against you, jungkook scrambles into the kitchen, just about slipping in his socks

“hyung stop! stop!”

you watch in bewilderment as he opens a slightly ajar cupboard and pulls out a camera, which was pointing straight at you

“what’s going on?”

jungkook waves at the camera with a little laugh and then looks back up at you “we just wanted to prank you guys, but then you had to go and do...that. eugh, it’s burned onto my retinas now”

you blink in shock but your boyfriend doesn’t seem nearly as surprised. “jin..?”

“i saw the red light beeping when i went to get the chopping board”

“you knEW? and you still were going to-”

jin grins cheekily “i wanted to show off my beautiful girlfriend, is that so wrong?”

you keep a neutral face, but you can’t help but blush. “...fine, but let’s continue this show in private, okay?”

YOONGI

when it came to righting serenades to lovers, rap wasn’t generally the best medium

yoongi knew that, so for a while he had been asking jin in secret to help him improve his singing

he knew his hyung had been through trying to learn everything, and he was a great teacher

now, yoongi sat you down on his lap as he sat at the piano, delicate hands wiping down the keys nervously

he’s set up a little camera in the corner because he wanted to record the audio as a demo to send to namjoon, but he couldn’t track down the voice recorder, so a decent camera was just easier

he can just convert it to an audio file later anyway

you lean back and crane your neck around to watch him, but he pushes you back softly so that you’re eyes aren’t on him

he’s nervous as fuck, okay? he’s way out of his comfort zone here

his voice is quiet and a little wobbly but there’s a genuinity there, and it sounds so beautiful with the piano to accompany it

the lyrics are beautiful, and as you feel yourself fall in love with him more and more, you wish you could see his face right now, but you obediently watch him manipulate the white ivory instead

luckily, or perhaps unluckily, a couple of weeks later namjoon accidentally uploads the video version instead of the mp3 version on the official twitter, and it immediately goes viral

you watch it yourself, melting at the way yoongi’s eyes barely glance at the keys as he sings, fixated on you

the song is messed with a little before the release of the next album, but when he performs it in concert, the whole audience sings with him

after hearing the lyrics and seeing the real love that it stemmed from, army have taken it on board as the official song of their love towards BTS

yoongi is over the moon that people have really connected with his song, but still, the best performance of it he ever gave was that first time, when it was just him, you, and the piano

HOSEOK

you can’t dance

you know this. hobi knows this. the rest of bangtan won’t let you forget it.

but unlike the other members who just laugh at your awkward attempts to mimic their choreo during sound check, hobi wants you to be able to enjoy the thing that he loves so much, so he takes it upon himself to teach you

unfortunately, bighit smell profit like blood in the water, and they decide hobi should start doing it as a hope on the street series

so every second tuesday, like clockwork, army get to enjoy a video of (in your c o r r e c t opinion) the hottest guy on the planet deal with the dancing equivalent of a trainwreck

“honestly, seokie, just give up now. it’s been three months and my dancing still looks like i’m fighting a ghost and losing”

“i told you if you stopped flailing so much and just slowed down your arm movements you’d be much better!”

“didn’t you say i should find something that made me unique?!”

and so the sixth episode of this special edition of hope on the street becomes you and hobi pettily arguing and making zero progress

fans in particular tweet a million times about the moment that hoseok gives up, chases you around the studio and then tackles you and straddles you, forcing your surrender

it’s a very suggestive position, so you kinda can’t blame them, but now the problem is that army won’t shut up about getting more of it

they want you to suffer so that they can see how sexy hoseok looks when he gets angry

because holy fuck is he sexy when he gets angry

episode nine has him slapping you in the ass every time you miss your cue

episode eleven features him manhandling you into position when you insist you’re too tired to dance

maybe one day you’ll improve but for now you’re destined to showcase your lack of ability on an international scale with your unbelievably talented boyfriend

NAMJOON

unfortunately as namjoon’s girlfriend, your viral video moment isn’t as pg

namjoon is a real horndog, so it’s become pretty run of the mill for you two to send pictures back and forth

normally it’s on snapchat so that there’s no trace

but namjoon tells you he wants a video he can keep before he goes on tour, so he asks you to send one on your basic messaging service, that way he can save it to his camera roll

namjoon is doing a fanmeet, and they’re playing a game where one of the members streams their phone to the screen behind them and the fans have to guess who it is

most of the other members use mirroring, where the whole screen shows up exactly as it is on the phone, so namjoon assumes its all or nothing

he does his, and once he’s done instead of turning it off like he thinks he has (because his screen is no longer showing up) he’s just turned it to the setting where only videos stream

the fanmeeting is boring af (no offense army) but maybe it’s just because namjoon is missing you rn

he pulls out his phone to take a sneak peek at the video, making sure volume is down, but then your moans blast through the speakers

yup. namjoon is streaming a video of you getting off to the entire hall

fuck fuckfuckfuckfuckfcufkcufckuckfuk

his heart is beating so hard in his chest and his fingers shake as he desperately tries to mess with the settings and stop the video playing, but by the time he does, the whole room is chaos

fans are screaming and squealing and the members are either crying with laughter or look like they just want the ground to swallow them whole

namjoon is certainly the latter

but he laughs awkwardly, apologizes and tries to change the subject

army feel kinda bad for him and the way his cheeks are bright bright red so they let him move on, but you best believe shaky hand-cam videos of namjoon freaking out while his girlfriend’s sex tape plays on the big screen are going viral for MONTHS

JIMIN

in this case, it’s not a single video, but rather a compilation, that goes viral

we been knew that jimin is a slut for attention but one dedicated army scrounged up clips from all over the internet to put together a twelve minute-long video of all the moments of jimin being a needy boyfriend

there’s an entire three-minute section dedicated to his heart-eyes stare when you’re not watching

there’s a low quality video of you which all fans of bts have seen a million times where jimin straight-up grabs your hand and puts it over his dick behind stage after their comeback show

about a million different instances of him feeling you up as a way for you to stop what you were doing and look at him

and then of course there was a supercut of moments from the various Bangtan Bombs you had featured in where he whines and pouts and wiggles his shoulders when you’re chatting with namjoon and not him

the two of you see the video when you keep getting tagged, and while it just makes jimin even more whiny, you have a good laugh over it

in fact, you take it upon yourself to start tweeting some screenshots of jimin being needy, exposing him yourself

“it’s tiring being the girlfriend of an idol, but it’s even more tiring when it’s jiimin!” you tweet

of course, jimin’s feelings are a liiiittle hurt and you have to make it up to him for weeks

(and don’t think the fans don’t notice how jimin suddenly starts acting like he has the biggest dick in town)

(they’re well aware some shit has gone down every time he comes out from backstage only to have red cheeks and a dopey grin)

TAEHYUNG

this is 100% percent tae’s fault

he thought it would be fucking hilarious to post the drunken voicemail you had left him one night when you were out partying with your girls

to be fair, if it was anyone else but you, you would’ve laughed too

but that’s your voice in bubbling sobs confessing your undying love to him so it is most certainly Not Funny, thank you very much

“...and i hope you get a good sleep because you deserve it and i hope that you know how much i love you because when i look at you it’s like all the stars left the sky and they’re in your eyes and you’re so beautiful and i love you so much and sometimes it hurts me inside because you’re so wonderful and magical and. oh also, did we get milk the other day? we’re almost out of milk i think. anyway i just called to let you know i’m staying over at unnie’s place so don’t wait up. okay i love you. no, you hang up first! oh, you don’t wanna hang up on me because you looooooove me too much! goodniiight baby”

and then a solid 43 seconds of you breathing because you forgot to actually hang up, and eventually the recording stops

army think it’s the cutest thing in the world, and tae does too, but of all the beautiful things you’ve done for him in private he chooses to share the drunk one? just rude

#[your ship name]needmilk is the new trending hashtag, and army literally start bringing milk cartons to fanmeetings, telling tae to give it to you

you have too much milk, and not enough dignity

you tell fans this on twitter and then #toomuchmilk replaces it

next time you get drunk, you are determined not to call tae

JUNGKOOK

of all the things you could do with your time, become anonymous amateur porn-stars probably wasn’t the most productive or advisable

but being an idol had given jungkook both a desire to do something without being recognized as the maknae from BTS, and simultaneously a huge fetish for exhibitionism

he’s a performer, it’s in his blood, so why fuck when you can fuck and have people get off to you? that’s what he figures, so the two of you create an account

you’re obviously extremely careful about not showing your faces, and the current system you have set up is putting down a strip of tape on the bed (or wherever you’re fucking as it most certainly varies) where the edge of camera shot reaches

you keep your heads above that line, and no one can see a thing

you also try to keep out any identifying materials in the shot like clothes you’ve worn in public before, or the many figurines jungkook has lying around

maybe what makes the eventual discovery even worse is how long it takes

nobody finds out for well over a year, so there’s a preeetty hefty backlog of videos

in the end, it’s your own stupid mistake that gives it away

jungkook shoots a v-live shortly after the two of you film a video of you two doing it in his studio

you had cleared out the wall so it was just plain black, and even brought in a chair from a different room so that no one for whatever reason would recognise jungkook’s gaming chair

but he’s so blissed out from you riding him and giving him one of the best orgasms of his life that he makes a rookie mistake

he forgets to take off the blue masking tape that lies in a rough square on the wall

when he returns his studio back to the way it was and goes live, one army who clearly was also a fan of your porn videos notices the tape and mentions it in the comments

soon enough the numbers of the chat peak and fall crazily as fans leave the live to go check the pornsite and your most recent vid, and come back to compare it to his studio

jungkook tries to pretend like he’s not noticing the stream of comments talking about how hot he looks and how good his moans sound, but he realises he never wanted it to be this way

he wanted to keep this and his videos separate, and now he’s made an irreversible mistake

he shuts off the v-live without warning and runs down to namjoon’s room in tears, asking what to do

in the end the issue is resolved by deleting the channel immediately, and very few people actually thought to take anything more than a screenshot, but jungkook knows he won’t be seen as a baby boy maknae ever again

(namjoon also realizes that for the past five months he’s been unwittingly jacking it religiously to jungkook fucking his girlfriend)

(he doesn’t tell jungkook this)

#bts smut #bts reaction #bts fic #bts x reader

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