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drakenology · 4 years ago

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Operation Deku Day- Izuku Midoriya

author’s note: hiiii! so today’s inspiration is drunk sex. anyone who’s ever had drunk sex before knows that shit hit different. Something about it is soo nasty and hot ugh I’m a sucker. I firmly believe that izuku is an insatiable sex god don’t let that innocent sweetness fool you so he was the perfect candidate for my idea. please enjoy! all characters are aged up 18 +

warnings: cussing, smut!, alcohol use, breeding kink? and sex under the influence. also light degradation

summary: For Izuku’s 21st birthday you and the girls decide to throw him a surprise birthday party. As the night progressed, you and Izuku got real drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other... in more ways than one.

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You spent all week preparing for this surprise party for Izuku. It was his birthday and you really wanted him to feel special and appreciated for being a great friend and loving boyfriend. You were pretty good at pretending that all the things you snuck home were just “things for the apartment” instead of decorations and all his favorite foods for the party. Bakugo being Izuku’s childhood friend couldn’t pass up on helping you and everyone from your graduating class of 1-A prep for the party, keeping everything hidden from Izuku.

“MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS DEKU!” He’d yell at him if the green haired pro hero asked one too many questions. Today was finally the day to set up the party. You just had to keep everything hidden for a little while longer. You woke Izuku up with kisses and a plate of his favorite breakfast. He’d always loved pancakes but for whatever reason, he loved your waffles. Izuku could eat them for dinner if you’d let him. He smiled and ate his food, gushing about how he’s finally 21.

“I can drink with you now, Y/N.” He said with a mouthful of waffles. You grinned and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. “So, what are we doing today?” He asked. Even though today was his birthday, the hero still had to work.

“Oh.. uhm.. well.” You struggle to tell Midoriya that you had “nothing planned” knowing that he’d be hurt by that.

“Maybe we could just go out to the bar and have a few drinks?” You lie, wincing at the upcoming disappointment in his voice. He nodded with a weak smile, trying not to seem too disappointed at the lazy plans. But he was grateful anyways and kind of excited to see the bar scene. After eating his birthday breakfast, he stood up from the bed and got ready for the day. While he was in the bathroom you text the mass group chat with the entire class in it named “Operation Deku Day!” Mina had already been messaging you all throughout the morning reminding everyone that the party starts at 9 pm; right when Izuku is expected to be home.

“So what kind of cake does he like? I’m at the bakery right now.” Todoroki texts followed by an image of the options of cake the menu had.

“Get him chocolate.” You text, giggling at the plan all coming together nicely. You wait for a response while looking at all the gifs and memes everyone’s sending sharing the same excitement for the party.

“Cool. I’ll have them decorate it and drop it off at your place, Y/N. Just let me know when Midoriya leaves.” Shoto texts back, you responding with an Ok and answering any questions about the party from the others.

“Your phone’s going off a lot today, Y/N. Who are you talking to?” Izuku asks, his hips adorning a towel as he just got out of the shower. You look his wet body up and down, almost forgetting to respond to the question before he gets too curious.

“OH! Uh, It’s just the girls. Yaoyorozu wished you a happy birthday.” You laugh nervously, clearly awful at keeping secrets. Izuku just smiles and tells you to tell her he said thank you and got dressed in his hero costume.

“Well, I’m off. I love you Y/N. I’ll see you later tonight.” Izuku says giving you a small peck on the lips as he leaves your shared apartment. You wave goodbye as he shuts the door and jumped up from your bed, texting the group chat

“THE EAGLE HAS LEFT THE NEST. OPERATION DEKU DAY IS AGO.”

Momo, Mina and Uraraka spend all day decorating the house and setting the ambiance for the party. Todoroki brought the cake and put it in the fridge and starting making a small ice sculpture in the shape of All Might for the spiked punch he made (He was known for making a good cocktail). Kyoka made a playlist for the party, she was the DJ afterall. She tweaked the stereo so the sound system would be JUMPIN and laughed maniacally as she knew she was gonna rock the fucking house down. Katsuki insisted on cooking since “You can’t cook half as good as he can.” Or at least that’s what Katsuki said. He handed a hot dish of buffalo chicken dip (my favorite) to Mineta, who insisted on helping with... idk something.

“It’s hot on the bottom, idiot. If you drop my dip I’m gonna drop my fucking fist down your throat.” Bakugo shouts, making Mineta nervous as he walks carefully with the dish. Sero and Yaoyorozu were putting the finishing touches on the decorations as you check the clock on your phone. Shit. It was 8:59. You see a text you received from Izuku 30 minutes ago saying he was on his way home and another from just now saying he’s coming upstairs. You squeal and start panicking. He was probably already on your floor.

“Everybody ready? Izuku’s home!” You yell over everyone’s excited chatter. Everyone replied in a harmonious yes and took their places. You run towards the door and adjust your strapless dress, turning off the lights. You stand behind the houseplant by the door and almost squeal in excitement as you hear the door click unlocked.

“Y/N?” You hear Izuku say nervously as he turned on the lights. He gasps as everyone jumps out from their hiding places and yell

“SURPISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZUKU!”

He smiles brightly and grabs you, giving you the biggest hug while lifting you off your feet.

“Wow, thanks everyone!” He says excitedly, looking around the room to see all his friends. He became a little emotional knowing that you all went through the trouble of planning a surprise birthday party for him. You wipe his tears and give him a big fat kiss, earning an excited spin from him.

“We love you Izuku. Now, let’s enjoy your party!” You said as you let him to the delicious spread of food to start Izuku off. Kyoko started the music and danced along to the beat to get everyone to join in on the fun. Mina pulled Uraraka towards the living to dance with her as she waved Asui over to join in. Shoto manned the punch bowl, serving everyone with a half smile hoping they like his punch. Midoriya walks over to grab a plate of food from Katsuki.

“Yo, Ka-Chan!” He yelled over the music. Bakugo smirks and gives the birthday boy his plate. They chat over the food and laugh together as they have a good time in each other’s company. Katsuki seemed to cease the usual teasing, just for this one special night. You giggle and run over to the dancefloor with your cup of punch in toe. You drink and dance at the same time, spilling a little bit of punch as it ran down your chin. Mina laughs and takes your hands dancing along to the beat with you. The night was young and the party was a success. You were just glad Midoriya seemed to be having a great time.

Drink after drink you feel yourself get extremely tipsy, stumbling around with a drunk Mina and Asui. Uraraka had passed out on the couch from all the drinking and dancing. Even Momo was drunk, creating a phone to drunkenly call in some pizza since there was no more of the food Katsuki made. It was 1 am and everyone was still partying like there was no tomorrow. Including Midoriya. You had never seen this shy boy act so boldy and confidently. It was kind of a turn on. He was in a chug contest with Bakugo, seeing who out of them both could drink the most drinks the fastest. Ida, Shoto, Kirishima and Kaminari crowded around the two chanting chug chug chug as they both drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Izuku finished first, erupting into a loud and boisterous burp. Bakugo grunts and raises Izuku’s arm in the air claiming him the victor. When the hell did Katsuki EVER admit to defeat?

“ *hic* IZUKU’S THE FUCKING CHAMPION! *hic* And he’s one of my best fucking friends! I- I love you bro.” Katsuki says, slurring his speech and stuttering over his words. Midoriya winks at you, who was watching the whole thing go down from across the room.

“L-Love you too, Kaaaachan.” Izuku slurred, stumbling over to you to give you a kiss. He wanted to celebrate his victory the right way; with a kiss from his girlfriend who was looking sexier than usual tonight. Midoriya approached you, smelling like beer and sweat as he pulled you close to him. Without warning he crashed his lips into yours, turning a sweet kiss into an intense and passionate make out session in front of the whole party. Something definitely took over in Midoriya. He was more aggressive with you than usual. You hear encouraging whoos and a jealous aww from Mineta who wished he was the one kissing you. Izuku waved him away as if he was shooing a fly and lifted you up, carrying you away from the party and into your bedroom. He shut the door with a slam, you squealing with excitement as he heatened the kiss. Izuku’s hands were all over you, groping your ass, squeezing your boobs and leaving sloppy kisses all over your neck. He was a beast, hungry for his well deserved prize.

“Do you know what you do to me, Y/N?” Izuku asked, pulling away from the sloppy kiss as he throws you on the bed. You can’t even answer as you stare at him dumbly, still shocked at your normally sweet and gentle boyfriend turn into a lust stricken beast. He hovers over you on the bed, drinking in your body in that tight little dress you wore. Izuku feels himself stiffen at the sight of you, pulling your panties down under your dress.

“’M gonna leave this dress on. You look so good right now, ya know that? Your tits are popping out of this little thing” Midoriya hisses, taking his calloused hand and rubbing tight circles on your already sensitive bud. You moan at his dirty words, intoxicated on his touch as you grab a pillow and cover your face with it. Izuku snatched the pillow away and threw it across the room, eager to hear your moans no matter who else was around to hear them.

“Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.” He said, easing two fingers inside you wet walls. You moan like a pornstar, grabbing onto Midoriya’s arm for dear life as he fingered you with a steady pace. Izuku’s eyes were glued to your face, watching you make those faces he loved to see pull on your features as he pulled your breasts out of your dress suckling on your swollen nipple. You pant, gasping at the euphoric feeling as the pit of your stomach tightened, threatening to snap as you approach a fast climax. Izuku noticed you body language automatically able to tell you’re about to cum. He quickened his pace as he watched you arch your back as you came undone before him.

“Good girl.” Izuku coos as he takes his hand and sucked his sweet juices off his fingers. You flutter your eyes open as Izuku pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift movement, his impressive length springing out as you lick your lips at the sight. You wanted him in your mouth so you grab his dick and stroke it with a tight grip earning an eager moan from Midoriya as he grabbed your hair.

“N-No. As much as I want you to, I have to be inside you.” He stutters, pulling your dress up over your hips. He kissed you sloppily, slipping some tongue in as you moan into the kiss. He motioned for you to bend over and you do so with excitement, wiggling your ass to tease him as he smacked it with fervor.

“You ready for me?” Izuku asked tapping his dick against you as you nod and back yourself onto him, feeling his dick slide inside you with ease. You both moan at the feeling as Midoriya grabs your hips and thrusts harshly inside you, holding nothing back as he pulled your hair and smacked your ass. The muffled sounds of the music along with the sinful noises coating the walls of your room were all you could hear as you feel his hand reach forward to rub your clit as he brushed up against your g-spot repeatedly. You scream, trying to keep up with his swift and hard strokes as you throw your ass back on him, gripping the sheets for dear life. You’re sure everyone can hear your loud moans over all the music as you approach a second climax.

“I’m gonna fill that pretty pussy with my cum, baby. You want me to fill you up don’t you, you filthy whore?” Izuku said, earning a frantic yes from you as you whine for him. You’re shocked at his words but more so turned on by them as you clench around him, cumming for him a second time. Izuku hissed as he rode out your orgasm, chasing his own. Soon enough, he’s coating your insides with his hot seed, grunting and moaning as he ruts into you a few more times. You whine at the loss of his dick as he pulled out of you. Izuku watched as his thick sperm dripped out of you, satisfied with the job for now. He grabbed a towel and cleaned you off sloppily, still heavily intoxicated. You giggled and grabbed your underwear and slipped them back on to rejoin the party. Izuku and you were both a visual mess. It looked as if you both just had sex, your hair was an absolute wreck, your dress was disheveled and you were missing a shoe. Izuku was just as bad, sweat glistening on his forehead and he had this big cheesy grin plastered on his face. You hoped you were both inconspicuous enough for you both to just rejoin the party as if nothing happened in your bedroom. But Mina took one look at you two and erupted into laughter.

“You two just had sex didn’t you?!”

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thatonegaytheaterkid · 4 years ago

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Hello, I hope you are doing well. Can you do hcs if s/o died with ojiro, koda, sato, shoji and tokoyami from bnha please?

First ask, let’s gooooooooo!!!! I also hope that you’re doing well, love!

Warnings: Death(obviously),minor gore and angst

Shoji

- The agency you were working at had gotten attacked by the league of villains

- Shoji had heard what had happened from the news

- You can bet that he turned into flash as soon as he heard what happened

- By the time he finally got to the agency he could already tell that he was too late

- It took him a while to actually find you but when he finally saw the small bits of your (h/c) hair underneath a big piece of debris he flipped it over to find your bloody, lifeless body hidden underneath

- To add insult to injury, it had looked like before the debris fell on you, you were stabbed continuously in the stomach by, from the looks of the huge bloody gash in your stomach, could have been caused by a long blade of some kind, maybe even a metal pipe

- While being in a panicked state all he could do was hold your now lifeless body in his arms

- He was absolutely devastated

- He knew you didn’t deserve what had happened to you

- He blamed himself for what happened to you and after a while he realized that there really wasn’t anything he could do to reverse what happened that day

- After that day he made sure to visit your grave at least twice a week so that he could talk to you and get you up to date with what was going on in his life

- He also made it one of his biggest goals to find out who it was from the legue that killed you, so that he could properly avenge your death.

Koda

- Koda really wasn’t a person who took death well

- Even if it was someone who he didn’t even know, he still always ended up crying for them

- So you can imagine that your death took a huge toll on his small heart

- You were interning with another pro hero in Yamanashi Prefecture, the same place Nomu attacks had took place, at the time

- While Koda stared intensely at the screen before him all he could do was hope and pray that you would be okay as he saw all the attacks taking place

- Since you didn’t yet have your hero license you were instructed to go back to your mentor’s hero agency until the whole fiasco was settled

- While on your way back you had seen a mother and what seemed to be a five year old kid cowering into a back alley to get away from what looked to be an abnormally large and strong Nomu

- Of course, since you were training to be a hero you obviously couldn’t just leave them there, so you did the only thing your instinct told you to do, and of course, it was to fight the huge Nomu

- After what seemed to feel like hours of fighting the Nomu you finally gave in to all of the pain that you had endured during the fight and fell prey to the predator in front of you

- As your legs grew weak and arms turn numb all you could do was shed the last tears that you would ever have

- Since a helicopter was passing by at the time the news station had caught your death live on tv for all to see

- Koda could feel as his knees went weak as he just stared in shock at what he had just seen

- A few seconds later he began to sob for what felt like hours

- After that, he wasn’t able to sleep for the next couple of days

- When both him and the entire class had attended your funeral he couldn’t bring himself to go up to your body to say his last goodbyes

Tokoyami

- You were assigned a mission to keep a close eye on the league’s hideout

- You knew you were taking some huge risks doing this mission but you didn’t care, I mean, someone had to do it, so why not you?

- You knew that Tokoyami wouldn’t have wanted you to do such a dangerous mission, so that’s why you kept it as a secret from him

- At first it started off well, they didn’t notice you and you were able to get some good intel on them, but that’s when things took a turn for the worst

- As you were heading back to the agency you were working at, you weren’t being cautious enough and Tomura had ended up noticing you leave

- You can imagine what happened after he told Toga and Dabi to go take care of you

- Tokoyami knew something was off since he hadn’t heard from you in the last couple of days and he was beginning to get worried, so you imagine how he felt when he saw your body getting reported on the news after being found in an alley not too far away from the league’s hideout

- Skip to a couple months later, he still hadn’t moved on

- He blamed himself for what happened to you, he knew if he had just pressed you a bit more you would have eventually told him and he could have stopped you, then all of this would have never happened

- After that he took on the mission for himself so that he could get back at Toga and Dabi for what happened.

Ojiro

- Everything happened so fast that he couldn’t even process it

- Both you and him worked at the same hero agency

- The two of you were assigned to do the nighttime patrols in Yokohama

- Things were going just like any other night would, seeing a few stores beginning to close, people either just now heading back home to their families or others who planned on spending their night getting wasted at one of the many bars that were in Yokohama

- This night couldn’t be different from any other night. Is what you thought before Ojiro pointed out that he heard someone in one of the nearby alleyways

-Usually when the two of you found someone in an alley way at night it was for either three reasons, they were doing drugs, selling them or they were just really drunk and was trying to find their way back home

- Little did you know it was going to be none of the above

- All the two of you saw some guy who had a ton of burn marks on his skin and looked like he was in some desperate need of sleep

- After Ojiro called out for him a few times and asking him what he was doing in a dark alley way, the guy began to get annoyed and, out of no where, he just blasted out a cluster of blue fire out of his hand

- Lucky for him he blocked the fire with his tail while you where just stood there on the sidelines trying to not get burned

- After a few more blasts by the man covered in burns, he finally decided to get serious and attack the two of you headfirst

- All the people in the streets decided to scatter since, of course, because none of them wated to get burnt to a crisp

- After what seemed to be about thirty minutes of fighting and waiting for backup to arrive, the guy, who identified to be known as Dabi, shot out a cluster of fire you knew Ojiro wouldn’t be able to dodge

- So, you did the only thing you knew you could do, your quirk wasn’t exactly designed to handle fire so it’s not like you had the upper hand here so all you could do was jump in front of him to take the hit instead of him

- It all happened like it was in slow motion in Ojiro’s eyes, seeing you jump in front of him so take the hit

- It was like one of those moments when your brain reacted to something faster than your body could, kinda like when you would trip on something but you weren’t quick enough to stop yourself from falling

- Well, it was just like that, but all he saw was you jump in front of him then get burnt alive while a smile on your face and tears streaming down your cheeks and you mouthed the last words you would ever say before you died

- “I love you...”

- After that Dabi was no where to be seen and backup had finally came, although, it was already too late

- All Ojiro could do was stand there in shock with his mouth agape a tears streamed down his face

- Skip to a couple months after the incident, he still hadn’t gotten over it, he decided that it would be a better idea to go to therapy so that he could get over it, but, like most people, he never did

- He spent most of his days just morning over you while his friends just tried to console him

- He even gained some unhealthy habits like not sleeping or eating enough, it was usually up to his friends or his family to remind him to take better care of himself.

Sato

- Sato had some close friends but was that was really the whole extent of it

- There really weren’t a whole lot of people who hyped him up to want to be a pro hero but that’s why you were different

- You actually believed in him, unlike most people you saw him for who he was

- In his eyes you were an angel, you were someone he could go to whether he was happy or sad, there was nothing that could possibly go wrong in your guys’ relationship...is what he thought before you had gotten seriously sick with an unknown virus

- It was the most unexpected thing to ever happen to you

- One day you were absolutely fine with perfect health then the next you were laying in a hospital bed being given all types of treatments, which none of them seemed to work

- It was always the good people that had to leave the world fastest

- Even though both you and the doctors knew that none of the treatments were working it was still an utter shock that you had passed away peacefully in your sleep

- I mean, on one hand, at least you didn’t die in pain, well, they didn’t know for sure, but one the other you were still dead now, there was really no way you could sugarcoat this

- The utter shock that Sato had faced the day he was told you had died

- It was one of those sinarios where you had to blink twice before you could understand what someone had said to you

- He was in total shock and despair

- So much so that he actually fainted and when he woke up he couldn’t stop saying that they were lying

- He was in denial

- After he got ver his denial he couldn’t stop crying, day and night, in and out, he couldn’t stop, he was torn, he was broken, he couldn’t handle it, so that’s when he decided that it would be best to just accept it and move on

- As much as he didn’t want to, he knew it would be the most healthy choice to make, it did take him a long while though.

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Ok so ngl, for the one with shoji I kinda gave up but for a few of the others I kinda went a bit overboard, but still, please tell me what you think!

#mha headcanons #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #angst #shoji x reader #sato x reader #tokoyami x reader #ojiro x reader #koda x reader #hcs #i want to sleep

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themagicalmysticalboy · 4 years ago

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Hi. Can I request hurt!John story? I thought it could be based on his car accident in 1969 but let's change some details of it - he was driving alone and ended up seriously injured. You can begin with Paul and the others arriving to the hospital after receiving the news... or whatever you choose 😉. So angsty story with some mclennon (but not necessarily; they can be just friends).

a/n: the thought of writing yoko has kept me from ever writing this request. But imma write it and pretend she doesn’t exist 😜. also I have no self control so this story goes through a lot more than just Paul showing up at the hospital hehehe

Nobody has to guess that baby can't be blessed/‘Til he finally sees that he's like all the rest/ With his fog, his amphetamine, and his pearls

He Breaks Just Like a Little Boy

John had thought himself rather fond of Scotland. He had visited many times before for pleasant vacations and stops to meet family. But in all these years and through all his visits he had never actually driven its roads, having the luxury of a driver. On his solo trip, he remembered exactly why his arrangements were as such.

The sky was dripping with fog that crept down from the foothills, reaching out with thick claws that effortlessly encapsulated the road. The small apertures between the paws of fog were filled with mist that left sheens of dew across the windshield. With his wipers going at a steady metronome's pace he flipped between high and low beams, unsure which way was worse. Mimi had surely told him the correct answer but his nerves and general troubles with driving had him dumbfounded.

The road ahead appeared completely deserted so he had no concerns with continuing to flip back and forth. The distraction of the lights left room for error in the ways of speed. He was pushing 20 over the determined limit. In these conditions the absence of a speedometer, or in the event of ignoring one, it was impossible to determine how fast the world outside was passing by. John kept at his pace, even when he had settled to keep his lights on low beams.

In his vain attempt to see more than two meters ahead, he hunched forward with squinting eyes and tense muscles. Music was playing at an almost unperceivable volume, turned down multiple times over the course of the descent into fog.

Entering another aperture of mist, he relaxed, letting himself blink properly and his fingers release from their bleached white grip on the steering wheel. Once his eyes had opened again, a set of disembodied lights sent him rigid. His senses were set on blast: eyes wide open and bursting with color, the taste of copper coating his mouth, the smell of his leather interior and cigarettes somehow amplified. The intense sensations did nothing to harbor a coherent plan.

He reacted on gut instinct as the lights were backed by the shape of a car. Horn blaring, he jerked the wheel to the side. It was almost instantaneous that his stomach jumped to his throat, body leaving the seat to press harshly into the seatbelt. He was a feather made of lead.

In the late hours of the morning, Paul finished readying himself for a trip into town. He grabbed up his keys and wallet and made for the door. Before his escape could be made, the phone rang. He lowered his lids and shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to decide if he should answer it. With a resigned roll of the eyes, he jogged to the phone.

The words that came through the line left no room for pleasantries, throwing blades that sliced through his reality and let it drain from around him. Pressure built against his skin with each sentence, heart pounding through his limbs.

His voice was void of emotion when he asked, “Have you told the others?”

“You’re the first I’ve called,” Cynthia replied. Cynthia. That's who was talking. Paul had not even processed her voice.

“Okay.”

He hung up, one arm left limp at his side as he gnawled at his fingernail. The world was not coming back to him. It had bled out and left him stranded, unable to move or react. Echoes of what Cynthia had said reverberated off the walls and assaulted his ears.

“... an accident… He’s in surgery… They don’t know if…if…”

Everything ushered back into color like a punch to the gut, leaving him stumbling into actuality. He fell into a chair and caught his breath.

He had to get to him. He had to leave.

Rushing back to the phone, he threw together the fastest trip to Durness humanly possible. The trip, though only an hour and change by plane, was excruciating. Void of distraction, or want of, Paul was shedding strings of sanity like a dog’s winter coat. Nothing was fast enough until it suddenly was all too quick.

Once in the last leg of his journey, a small taxi cab, he began to dread the thought of arriving. Though still a few miles away, the antiseptic smell of the hospital was already pungent in his nose. The cramped waiting spaces and grim reality would tug and drag on his psyche.

And he was not proven wrong. He had arrived first but it wasn’t long before George and Ringo filed in. They all shared anxious glances upon entering the private room they were ushered to but didn’t speak a word.

George ended up slumped in a seat, head in hands, as Paul stood and tapped his foot, his mind still shifting in and out of focus. It was Ritchie that had broken the eerie stillness. He was biting down hard on his lip, pacing the room. As if he had just realized the other two existed, he jumped when his path crossed Paul’s.

Paul’s eyes were dead in their sockets but Ritch’s pinged over his face with something desperate that made Paul want to conjure a sort of reassurance. He fell severely short, only able to muster a thin lipped hint of empathy.

George came in for the save. Paul, too engrossed in his own turmoil, barely noticed him getting up and moving towards them. He took Ringo into a tight hug that was warmly reciprocated. They both breathed in one another before breaking. He patted Rich on the shoulder then turned to Paul.

He hadn’t the heart to tell his friend he’d rather be left alone and was consequently enveloped into his arms. And maybe it was for the best he had not stopped him. Something calming and familiar shallowed a hole in his heart. George’s ever-comforting presence should never be put to question. He hugged George back with a grim intensity that surprised himself. It cracked a dam but did not break it.

“Don’t lose hope.” With that the hug was broken, leaving Paul with a warm heart and cold body.

In time, they all sat together on the floor, shoulder to shoulder, backs to the wall. Coffee cups and ashtrays were all around. The TV that sent extra illumination to the room was widely ignored, set at a low volume. At some point, a doctor had come in to update them. John was under close watch but out of surgery. It hadn’t done much to put anyone at ease but it drove in the hope George was keen to stoke.

So they kept at their quiet conversations and heavy silences. The atmosphere was so odd. No one was bringing up the band dissolving. No one was arguing. Instead, a rather blissful suffering blanketed the room. At an excruciating crawl, night was arriving, the sky drifting from blue to inky black.

Everyone was growing tired from their adrenaline crash, staring at nothing with half lidded eyes. Ringo had taken the plunge and was asleep on Paul’s shoulder. Paul’s arm was wrapped around George and George was slumped back to stare at the ceiling.

With a steady knock at the door, they were startled back to life. As the doctor came in, the three rose to their feet with varying speed.

“Good evening-”

“He’s alright, yeah? Can we see him?”

“We’ll get there, Mr. Harrison.” The doctor collected himself and looked over a messy chart. “Mr. Lennon is recovering as expected. I can’t go into detail, seeing as you aren’t blood, but his injuries were less serious than we first thought.” He looked up at the trio. “He’s asking for visitors in the morning. Have you any idea of relatives arriving?”

“His aunt, at the very least. I’d assume his son and ex-wife as well,” Paul answered cordially.

“I’ll let him know, then. Now, if you wish, you may sleep here. Blankets and pillows can be gathered. But there is a hotel only a mile away.”

They looked between one another and came to a silent agreement. “We’ll stay.” The luxury of comfort would gladly be dispensed of.

Sleeping in the cold and bare room sent Paul back in time. He felt 18 again, sleeping in a backroom in Germany with George nearby and Ringo in the place of John. At least he’d been able to sleep easier then- full of beer and dead tired from performing. Now, it took a long time but sleep finally crept into his eyes.

Though Paul was the last to sleep, he was also the first to wake. He gathered coffee and fresh carts of cigarettes before George or Ringo so much as stretched. As he waited for them to wake, he watched the news. At the moment, the camera was pointed to frame an audience gathered with candles and signs. All with well wishes to John scribbled and painted across them.

“Have we traveled back to ‘63?” Ringo’s voice was full of sleep as he pulled himself off the floor.

Paul was glad to learn he was not the only one feeling the blast from the past. With a nod of acknowledgment, he poured Ringo a cup of coffee from the side table. Leaning back in his seat, he handed him the cup. Ringo pulled a cigarette from his pocket before taking it and mumbled a “Ta.”

It wasn’t long before George woke as well, leaving them staring at the TV that switched between actual news and coverage of the crowd outside.

“Think John’s enjoying this?”

“Think? I know. Deserves the treat of it, anyroad.” Paul huffed.

“We’ll find him off his head with pain meds waving from the window if he’s left alone too long.”

“Flashing the crowd with the backless gown on his way to bed.”

Lifting their spirits with some senseless banter, the wait for their turn to see John was less dreadful. Any bittersweetness, though, drained from Paul’s being when it came time to actually see John. Much like the journey to the hospital, the tail end of his wait for John was coming all too quickly.

They were filed out of the small room and his heart was fading with every step. It did not want to leave the strange safety of the room and Paul could not blame it. It was set and done and nothing dangerous happened. Now he was ushered into a terribly galvanizing and risky endeavor of a fresh space and unknown circumstances. As the door came to view, his heart fast tracked to full opacity and shot into his throat.

George and Ringo looked so painfully normal in comparison to how Paul felt. Surely all they were thinking of was how happy they were to see John. Not how scary it might be to see him broken. Not how one word could fuck everything up.

The desire to pivot on the spot and run was shamefully present when the doctor held the door for them. Paul was last in line and heard the cheery greeting from Ringo before so much as seeing the foot of the bed.

His eyes darted down to stare at George’s heels as he entered the threshold, following their path until he found a seat. Paul meandered in, jumping when the door shut behind him. He stopped in his tracks.

“Glad the guests could finally be bothered to gather. Now the party can really start.”

With the sound of John’s voice pulling at his chest, Paul finally looked up to find him staring directly at him. He was right there, covered in scratches and bandages. There was a cast on his arm, a bruise over his eye, and a large swath of gauze peeking from the neck of his gown. His face was blushed with color, nonetheless, looking as alive as ever. When he truly looked at John he found himself wanting to cry. Why? He couldn’t have explained it to anyone but he knew the feeling swirling inside. He bit down on the inside of his cheek and gave a thin lipped smile.

“Think you’ve done enough partying without us,” Ringo said while he sat at the only other seat in the room, leaning an elbow on the bed. A smile was splashed across his face.

George leaned back pleasantly. “This is why I never let you touch my car, you know.”

John huffed. “I don’t think I’ll be touching a steering wheel ever again.”

The words were all lost on Paul. He couldn’t stop staring into John’s eyes until he finally broke contact to speak with George. Feeling uneasy in the center of the room, Paul moved to the wall, looking John up and down until he’d memorized every cut and bruise. His fingers were filled with pulsing blood, the sensation gathering up his arms as the moments passed.

No one looked at him or asked him anything. He was just a fly on the wall, chewing on his nail. So there was no warning when George and Ringo stood up. Paul jolted back to reality and stood up straight, ready to follow them out.

“Can you stay?”

”Hmm?” Blinking wildly, Paul noticed John was speaking to him.

“We’ll be back in the prison cell,” Ringo quipped before shutting the door on them.

The urge to sob spiked again. He gulped down the lump in his throat and let out a shaky breath. “Hi.”

“I look that ghastly, do I?”

Paul stared at his awkwardly shuffling feet and offered a breathy laugh. “No.” His voice cracked with the single word and burning tears sent pins into his eyes. Something in the moment sent his dam crumbling down.

Alone with John, he found absolutely no reason to hold back. So he didn’t bother. Fully absorbed by his presents, he took long strides to the now empty seat, falling into it. Without losing John’s gaze, he gently took his hand, feeling the rough cuts as he rubbed circles over the back.

Tears tracked down his face. His lip quivered. His heart brimmed full like a tidal wave crashing to shore.

“Hi,” he said again, this time with a voice damp with dejection. He sniffled with a painful smile stretching the corners of his mouth, threatening to rip from the center. He reached out to brush John’s hair from his face with a shaking hand. “You scared me, y’know?”

John pulled his hand away and Paul could feel the tidal wave retreating. He sucked in an aching breath. Rejection.

It all came back, though, when John held the side of his face, losing his fingers in Paul’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

With a fickle laugh, Paul nuzzled his head closer to John’s hand. “Don’t apologize- not for that.”

John’s head tilted as he pet Paul’s hair. “‘Bout thought you didn’t want me any longer. Seeing me all banged up and bruised. And that stare of yours. That should be categorized as some sort of weapon.”

A soft cry, that was supposed to be a laugh, rose from his throat. He leaned forward, hovering over the seat, and gently kissed John’s chapped lips. John fully reciprocated, fingers gripping his hair ever so slightly.

When they parted, poignantly slow, Paul swung his legs into the seat so he could comfortably rest his head on John’s shoulder. “I don’t think I can ever stop wanting you.” His fingers ghosted circles over John’s heart. With a concerted effort, he tried to be as gentle as possible with his battered lover.

They sat in sweet silence as John burrowed his cheek into the top of Paul’s head.

“Really though, was it that scary? Seeing me like this? You didn’t even speak when the other lads were in.”

More tears were threatening to close Paul’s throat. He gripped John’s blanket. “I thought I was scared to see you. But I don’t think I was. I was scared of myself more, y’know?”

“Can’t say I do.”

Paul pulled the blanket up to his chin. “I was afraid of messing up. I just blanked when I saw you hurt like this. I’ve never- I just want to do... New things. New things are scary.”

John rubbed his shoulder blade, soothing him to loosen up on the blanket. “And look at us now! Crying like babies all over each other.” John’s had traveled down to Paul’s bicep. “Guess we were both scared.”

“God. This wasn’t even the scariest bit- not by far. Getting that damned phone call. Thought the world was falling out from underneath me.”

John was kneading at Paul’s skin. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I thought I was never going to see you again,” He confessed. “Soon as the car went off the ledge, I could only see you and Julian in my head.” His voice was gruff and strained, muffled by Paul’s hair.

“It feels unreal, almost. After all this. Both of us in this room. Both alive. Lennon and McCartney, the dream team- or whatever bullocks.”

Paul felt the rumble of laughter in John’s chest and more tears poured out of him. He glanced down and noticed he was soaking the thin fabric of the gown. He almost felt bad but suspected that John’s tears were dampening his hair. Fairtrade.

“Yeah. Whatever bullocks.”

They quieted for a brief moment before Paul adjusted himself to be closer to John. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No.” A kiss graced the top of his head. “Can’t feel much with these painkillers, really. Besides, my shoulder’s not my biggest issue.”

Paul hummed curiously.

“Go this real groovy gash down my chest,” sarcasm dripped from his tongue as he coaxed Paul off his shoulder to pull up the neck of his gown. “Here.”

A trail of gauze led down his chest and to his stomach, which was completely wrapped with the stuff. Paul wiped away his tears and peered a little further down. His brow raised and the corner of his mouth twitched. “Aye. At least your willy made it out in full form.”

“Off it,” John dragged out the words like a warning, pressing the patterned fabric to his chest. “Horn dog.”

Paul only giggled, pressing his lips to John’s again. John sighed into it before guiding Paul’s head back to his shoulder, fingers running through his hair.

Betrayed by his own mind, Paul thought back to that meeting. I want a divorce. He pulled in a harsh breath. They had drifted that day, so far from one another. Building it back had been painstaking and soul crushing. “I’ll never let you lose me again.”

“Really, now?”

“Yes.” His tone was serious. “You’re not allowed. Whether or not we’re cross with each other, we won’t lose one another, alright?”

John hummed into his hair. “Sounds fine to me.”

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enchantedtomeethyun · 4 years ago

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Cruel Summer Part 3-Chan

Warnings: mild smut. Language. ANGST

It was a week later and I hadn't seen Chan all day. He had been busy preparing for an interview with the boys and he wasn't going to be back at the dorms until late because of practice. After that night we had made things official but not completely. He told the boys of course who had a feeling something was going on. But he had not told his manager or the company about it since they are on a dating ban until next year. Seems pretty stupid if you ask me but at least he's mine right?

For the past week I have been living at the dorms with the boys cause my apartment is getting renovated no thanks to my neighbors neglect of their pasta and setting almost all of their kitchen on fire and mine as well. Since there are people there working I can't sleep so Chan offered for me to sleep over at the dorms. Of course me being me thinking I can get in on some one on one time with him since that night we confessed didn't end with an intense session of fucking. Instead he drove us to ihop and we ate pancakes. Yeah pancakes are great but I wanted some dick. Some Chan Dick™️.

We actually haven't touched each other for about a week and half. Yeah he's busy but man my mind can wonder just laying in his bed all day waiting for him to come back.

The rain began to pour and I fell asleep on the pillowy soft bed. It smelled like him too. Now you're wondering what he smells like. But only I know. It was around 12am when I heard the creaking of the door open and shuffled footsteps approach the bed. His heavy breathing makes me confused. Was he in a hurry to get back? Tossing over to the side where he is I opened my eyes slowly.

"Channie.." I said quietly. He sits down on the bed and cups my face in his hands smiling.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry baby.." he said kissing me on the forehead. He takes off his shirt leaving only his boxers on. Climbing into bed with me he reaches for my torso pulling me close to his. He drapes his arm around my waist and I feel his hot breath on my neck. Everything is calm and cozy but I kind of wanna raise a little hell. I adjust my position stretching my legs then rubbing my butt against his front earning a confusing grunt from the boy behind me.

"Baby are you ok?" He mumbles out half asleep reaching for my hand and holding it.

"Mmmm yeah I am it's just.." I trail off.

"Hm? What's wrong? Are you cold I can turn off the fan or get you a blanket did you need something?" He continued on worry in his eyes.

"Maybe not something.." I said looking at him hoping he would get my drift.

"Oh uh ok goodnight then heh " he responded sounding nervous. How is this man so dense. What do I have to do take his dick out and suck it? Maybe if I just flat out say it. I want your dick.

"I want your dick". I said flatly. Chan's eyes opened wide. He began to laugh covering his face.

"Sorry sorry .....sorry". He said between laughs.

"Yah! What's so funny!" I said sitting up irritated.

"No no! You're just so bold all of a sudden. I was just surprised." He said smiling and catching his breath from laughing. I climbed over to him sitting on top of him. His arms stretched behind his head relaxed. He had a dazed smile on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that.." I said slowly. He chuckled and remover his hands from behind his head and placed them in my waist.

"This is just the first time we are doing this together ever since we made it official. I'm just nervous. " He says eyes looking away.

"Nervous about what? We did this before.. I've seen your dick before chan?" I said crossing my arms.

"Yeah but this is the first time in this setting. In my home. What if it's different or like ?" He goes on and I cut him off mid sentence with a kiss to the lips.

"I missed those rude interruptions.." he said as he began to feel around my waist pulling me in for a longer kiss. His lips are soft and welcoming. He feels like coming home. In the heat of the moment he takes the time to take off my sweatshirt and shorts leaving me in nothing on top of him. His boxers begin to feel a bit uncomfortable for him as his dick begins to make its self known underneath my lap. Taking my hand I begin the stroke him. He stops me for a second to take off his boxers leaving nothing on him. He then takes me by my waist lining me up with his throbbing dick dripping with pre cum. When I go down on him it takes me a second to get comfortable but once i do I begin to ride him slowly. Chans moans are low in tone but loud in volume. I kept going till I heard laughing coming from the other room making me stop and my eyes shoot to Chans panicked.

"It's just hyunjin and his girlfriend. They watch 90 day fiance every Friday night." Chan explains pleading with his eyes for me to keep going. I nod my head and continue on until I feel it building up. I know he feels it too because there is no way Hyunjin and his girlfriend can't hear him. While riding out my high all I can think of is how their laughing and talking ceased. Snapping me out of that was Chan thrusting into my rapidly trying to cum. When he does I feel it shoot up into and the warmth begins to ooze out as I climb off of him. He kisses my cheek rolling over to hold me. With that i fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up and Chan was gone. I was a bit sad since I had always Imagined what it would finally be like wake up by his side in this context. My only one. Instead I feel that feeling that I was all too familiar with. Waving up the next morning in the hotel room to an empty bed and money on the table to tip the maid. I'm sure he needed to go to practice so i decided to get up forgetting about what he did inside me the night before. Touching my upper inner thigh it felt sticky to the touch. Walking over to the corner to grab my clothes I put them on and walk into the hallway to find the bathroom. Walking past Hyunjin's room I hear similar sounds Chan and I were making the night before. The only difference is their "I fucking love you" and "fuck you too ahh". Chan never really talked to me or expressed his feelings during sex. Walking into the bathroom my head was hung over. Removing my clothes and locking the door I took my phone out of my pocket and texted Chan.

Me: hey where did you go? Practice? Cuz hyunjin is here still

Sent

Placing it on the counter I step into the shower and begin to wash away the night before. After I was finished in the shower I wrap myself in a towel and sit on the stool by the counter checking my phone for any response from Chan. Before I could look there's a knocking at the door.

"Hey uhh when are you done cause we need to shower .." Hyunjim says.

"Oh my God don't say it like that. First you sound rude and second you make us sound gross." The girl said laughing.

"Yeah I'm done hold on." I said laughing. I slipped my clothes back on and opened the door. There stood hyunjin and his girlfriend holding towels behind their backs. Weird. The girl was shorter than him by like 8 inches at least but that didn't stop him from hugging her from behind as they waited. Scrolling through tiktoks and laughing in their own world I made my first foot step loud to get their attention. This worked cause the moment the door way was free I heard them yelling about racing to see who could get naked the fastest and the door slamming shut. What an odd couple. I look at my phone looking for Chans reply and there it is.

Chan: we were crazy to think that this would work

Huh.

Me: Chan what do you mean where are you?

Chan: I'm at the spot. Meet me there.

Racing to get there grab my shoes and leave the dorm and take the short walk it was to our spot. The vending machine alley. Once I arrived i ran over to him giving him a hug. He was sitting on the ground with his head in his hands as he colors me blue.

"You make me blue." I said pouting and taking a seat next to him on the pavement. He reaches for my hand and holds it.

"We're we stupid to jump into this?" Chan begins.

"What are you talking about we've been seeing each other for months?" I said questioning him.

"I can't seem to separate what we had previously and what we have now. Last night felt the same and I don't know why but I'm confused..." He said looking at me.

"Con confused? It felt the same cause we've liked each other that's why! That's a good thing..." I said laughing.

"No it's not I should feel protective over you and want to be the only guy for you but it occurred to me that if I saw you with someone else I wouldn't be hurt.." Chan said seriously.

"I can't talk to you when you're like this! Fuck Chan you always over think everything!" I said taking my hand back.

"No listen to me.." he said.

"I thought we could get away with this. But I look at Hyun and his girlfriend and i think that's not how I see us.." he said choking up.

The nerve of him to cry cause that's all I wanted to do. He's all I wanted but not like this.

"You're all I wanted Chan.." I said as I cried. He squeezed my hand.

"I know..." He said looking down disappointed in himself.

"I care about you. I do but I don't think I can do this. I feel like there's a standard for dating and what if Im not doing it right?" He said still crying.

" We don't need to do it right. We can do it our way. Don't be scared of me. Don't be scared of us. You know everyone always warns you about times like this. The road feels long and you feel lost. But we can be lost together. We might get away with this.." I said to him reaching for his face shaking. I kissed his cheek with my quivering lips as a tear rolled down his face.

"Religion is in your lips." He said wiping his tears then mine.

"It's a false God but I'll still worship this love." Chan said leaning in to kiss me.

We aren't perfect people but we might be the perfect people for each other. We just need to try and hold on through the tough times cause through the dark there is always daylight.

#bang chan #hyunjin #kpop #kpop fics #stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids smut #angst #chan x reader #stray kids fic

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uwua3 · 4 years ago

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bunnie!!! ur mind!!! the songs fit each member so well omg,,, i kept singing each song lmao,,, also may i present to u: spring day for tsumugi and tasuku (esp for before + start of winter troupe main story) 👀

now this... this is what i wanted someone to REQUEST!!! i had to take a break from writing an angst song fic to write ANOTHER angst song fic because i genuinely love this prompt so much!!! thank you so much for reading my mind, pines, omg!!! it’s good to see you again~ also, i like your blue theme!

summary: tsumugi came back to him like the first snow of every winter

warnings: break ups, hatred, heartbreak

author’s note: ok tala already basically wrote out the plot for me but here we go ~ Angst ~ for the boys and it’ll be a song fic, so expect it to follow the lyrics! i wrote this with the canon idea in mind that tasuku and tsumugi are ex–boyfriends turned lovers again so don’t be surprised from the #Gay~ happy pride!

sometimes, you’re with the right person at the wrong time. if they come back, it’s meant to be and it’ll be okay ♡ remember, communication is key!

word count: 6,509

music: spring day (jpn) – bts

spring day.

❄️📚⚽️ tsukioka tsumugi x takoto tasuku

I MISS YOU, SAYING THIS MAKES ME MISS YOU EVEN MORE,

I MISS YOU, EVEN THOUGH I’M LOOKING AT YOUR PHOTO

TIME’S SO CRUEL, I HATE US

SEEING EACH OTHER FOR ONCE IS NOW SO HARD BETWEEN US

Tsumugi was gone, like he never existed.

Every trace of him that was ever in Tasuku’s life was gone, there was nothing left. The apartment was left empty, bare, lifeless; it felt nothing like home, not anymore. When Tasuku searched the apartment, there was truly nothing that resembled any evidence Tsumugi was even alive. It was as if, he didn’t want Tasuku to remember him. To forget, to ignore the person he had shared his entire life with.

Tasuku paused at the one sign Tsumugi was real: the single framed picture near the front door. It was placed on the counter, the same stand where the couple would drop their keys at so they knew where everything was. Tasuku wanted to hear the sound of the metal clattering against the ceramic bowl Tsumugi crafted in pottery class, to hear Tsumugi affectionately call out, “I’m home!”, and for his brown peacoat jacket to be hung on the hook behind the door. Tasuku wanted Tsumugi to come back.

When Tasuku picked up the picture, his hand was shaking. Tasuku remembered this exact frame: the day he realized he was in love with his best friend. Tsumugi’s blue eyes were staring straight at the Tasuku with an indescribable look, an expression created and meant for Tasuku only. Characters closer than rehearsal called for, like they were the only two people in the world. It was moments before Tasuku had leaned in and kissed his co–star on stage on opening night, going against the script and changing the rest of his life forever.

Tsumugi looked alive. Real, like he could’ve just had him forever right then and there. A tear dropped onto the glass, running down the frame before Tasuku covered his mouth with his free hand, falling down to his knees as he held the photo to his chest. He couldn’t help but cry, cry for all the years he had spent loving someone who just left. Being in love with a man who woke up and took everything with him, disappearing into thin air. All Tasuku had left of Tsumugi were the memories, and this single picture.

Tasuku exhaled, his breath coming out short and ragged as he stared at the picture again despite knowing every detail. He could feel everything: the intense heat of the stagelights upon them, the shocked stares of the cast and murmurs backstage, the overwhelming applause and standing ovation from the crowd after the scene. The way Tsumugi couldn’t let go of his hand, trembling under the sudden attention but never faltering.

Tasuku remembered how he stood in front of Tsumugi anytime someone questioned it, feeling his gentle touch at the base of his back for comfort. The endless lingering stares in practice, the unanswered questions about how this happened, the kiss on stage that was too real. How that night, Tsumugi pulled them into the apartment for more like he couldn’t wait anymore after all these years just to say, “I love you, Ta–chan”.

Tasuku’s tears streamed down his face silently, for once feeling the anguish and heartbreak his roles felt. The abandoned apartment was only Tasuku’s, like Tsumugi didn’t spend the last three years living with him. It was as if, Tsumugi never loved him.

Tasuku loved Tsumugi, so, so much.

IT’S ALL WINTER HERE, EVEN IN AUGUST

MY HEART IS RUNNING ON THE TIME

ALONE ON THE SNOWPIERCER

WANNA GET TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE EARTH, HOLDING YOUR HAND

Tasuku was gone, and it was all his fault.

Tsumugi gripped the ticket in his hand, staring down the luggage he hastily packed. It was nearly bursting at the seams as he fiddled with the buckles, making sure nothing could hold him back from leaving his home. Nothing could keep Tsumugi from staying, as he silenced his phone and pocketed it away, missing the tens of calls and hundreds of text messages from his one and only. Tsumugi knew if he even checked for a second, he’d come running back to the man he loved most only to fail him again.

Tsumugi leaned back in his seat in the waiting area, surrounded by few, none of whom recognized him. How could they, when he had given up on succeeding as an actor like a coward? Tsumugi pulled up the collar of his jacket, slouching into his coat to hide from the rest of the world. He didn’t deserve to show his face, not after everything he did to Tasuku.

Tasuku would’ve woken up by now to go on his morning run. Tsumugi was supposed to beg him not to go, wanting the warmth to stay in bed just a little longer. Tasuku was supposed to firmly say no, give a kiss on the cheek as compensation, but come back much sooner than expected with a pretty flower he picked for Tsumugi. Tsumugi would get up and put in a vase, and the two would share breakfast together like always. It was the same for the past three years, Tsumugi felt his stomach rumble, he wasn’t a fan of breaking routine.

Tsumugi stared at his ticket, luckily recognizing the location he picked. He had to go, to leave, to abandon everything he had here with Tasuku that he impulsively arrived at the station with nothing but a suitcase and hopes for amnesia. However, it could’ve helped if Tsumugi even knew where this town was in Japan exactly, where his new start would be. He just knew it was far enough, and Tasuku would never find him there.

Tsumugi couldn’t help but think of how Tasuku must have been doing. Was he okay? Did he just think Tsumugi was out doing random errands? They were low on eggs, that could’ve bought him some time. Yet, some part of him, some selfish, undeserving fraction of his heart, wanted Tasuku to be running to the train station and taking him home. Back into his arms and safe from every insecurity Tsumugi ever had, Tsumugi wanted to come home.

As Tsumugi stood up, clutching his luggage with him and turning towards the exit to apologize to his boyfriend, the automated voice overheard announced his train was leaving in five minutes. Tsumugi stopped, the crowd pushing against his direction as they all headed towards the train. Tsumugi slowly turned too, forcing himself towards the entrance as he looked back once. Tasuku wasn’t there, maybe he didn’t want him to come back.

Tsumugi entered the train and found his seat, refusing to look out of his window. If he did, he would’ve saw Tasuku sprinting down the train station corridors and missing the train that took off.

If only, Tsumugi closed his eyes and leaned his head against the window as he sat alone, he was enough for Tasuku.

But, he wasn’t. Not now.

WANNA PUT AN END TO THIS WINTER

HOW MUCH LONGING SHOULD WE SEE SNOWING DOWN, TO HAVE THE DAYS OF SPRING, FRIEND?

When Tasuku departed the train station, out of breath from his fastest mile time yet, it began to snow. God must’ve hated him, wanted him to suffer, because Tasuku dropped down onto a bench for cover and stared at the snowflakes. He thought about how Tsumugi would’ve reacted, knowing how much his lover adored the winter season.

It was when Tsumugi’s timid, shy voice would amplify when he discussed anything he loved (did Tsumugi ever do that when the topic approached Tasuku?). Tsumugi would excitedly rave about the Christmas lights decorating the mall plaza that illuminated every shadow on his face in a rainbow of colors, the peppermint candy cane in his hot chocolate with those tiny marshmallows Tasuku always found too sweet but pretended to like anyways, even the minature train set up for the little kids to ride on and the fake but enthusiastic Santa sitting on a throne (Tsumugi liked reminding everyone Tasuku believed in Santa until third grade, much to his embarrassment).

Most importantly, Tsumugi loved the snow. When the first snow came, Tsumugi dropped everything he was doing to run outside and take it all in. More than once, Tasuku had to follow his boyfriend and attempt to convince Tsumugi to come inside or else he’d get sick. But, when Tasuku saw the white snowflakes surrounded Tsumugi’s midnight blue hair like a halo, the youthful energy building in his wide, happy eyes, and the way Tsumugi’s cheeks were flushed just waiting to be adored, Tasuku would stay outside for his angel even if it meant nursing him back to health.

Tasuku reached his hand out, feeling the soft embrace of the snow upon his fingertips. Was this a sign Tsumugi was still with him? Or, was this the universe’s fucked–up way of telling him to move on? His hand started shaking again, Tasuku dropped it to his side, wondering if it was because the temperature dropped significantly or he was still experiencing the side–effects of an anxiety attack. Frustrated, Tasuku wiped the tears off his face as he took out his phone and tried again. It went straight to voicemail, and Tasuku blinked away the remaining tears as he looked up at the grey clouds.

“Hello~ This is Tsukioka Tsumugi, I’m so sorry for not responding! If you have a message, please share at this beep! Beep~”

Tasuku hung onto every word, pretending like Tsumugi was next to him admiring the snow with awe. But, he wasn’t, not now or not ever for the next few years. Tasuku shivered, steeling his face as he sadly stared at the snow, wishing it wasn’t winter.

“Look outside. It’s the first snow.” Tasuku simply stated before hanging up, standing up and leaving the station. Tasuku didn’t look back, there was nothing for him left anymore, not even Tsumugi.

The snow seemed to follow him home, Tasuku wondered if the snow would bring Tsumugi back to him. Back home, back to him.

LIKE THE TINY DUST FLOATING IN THE AIR

WILL I GET TO YOU FASTER, IF I WAS THE SNOW IN THE AIR?

Tsumugi woke up just a hour later, awaken by the train chugging along the icy tracks as the passengers murmured something about the cold. Blinking slowly, Tsumugi adjusted his eyes to the darkened sky as he watched the urban city transform into a rural, country landscape. Yet, no matter where he went, there was snow.

Sitting up, Tsumugi pressed his face against the glass as he giddily admired the first snow of the winter season. He turned to the empty seat next to him, a big smile on his tired face.

“Ta–chan, look—” Tsumugi started, before his voice faded off to silence. An awkward, sheepish laugh left his lips when Tsumugi noticed the train attendant was shooting odd glances at him, though he expected some reaction since Tsumugi was an adult talking to nothing. Tsumugi shuffled back to look through the window, but it wasn’t the same. When was the last time he had experienced the first snow alone? Tasuku was always with him, but not anymore.

The snow swirled like it was a graceful waltz, and Tsumugi fondly remembered him and Tasuku’s first dance. It was perhaps a year into living together as roommates, and it was much later than they had anticipated. The radio was on, classical music a low hum in the background as Tasuku and Tsumugi studied their new scripts. It was another college play and the two were meant to learn ballroom dancing for their roles.

Tsumugi remembered the way Tasuku’s large frame let Tsumugi rest his head comfortably on his chest, the way their hands perfectly fit together, how they swayed in their empty kitchen like they were married. Tsumugi faintly traced his lips, remembering how Tasuku was about to lean in when he looked down, but Tsumugi had laughed and pushed him away, talking about how Tasuku always got too serious and connected to his characters. He regretted it, he should’ve kissed Tasuku back then.

Tsumugi finally broke down, trying to keep in his sobs as he tried to focus on the snow. He curled into a fetal position on the seat, closing his jacket around his mouth as he slammed his eyes shut. He knew his sniffles couldn’t be heard over the train operating, so he cried underneath the first snow.

Tsumugi didn’t even kiss Tasuku before he left forever.

SNOWFLAKES FALL DOWN AND GET FARTHER AWAY LITTLE BY LITTLE

I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU

HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO WAIT AND HOW MANY SLEEPLESS NIGHTS DO I HAVE TO SPEND TO SEE YOU, TO MEET YOU

Tsumugi stepped into the snow. After thanking the train conductor and checking out, the quiet town was covered in snow by the time he arrrived. It was still early afternoon, the tall skyscrapers and bustling citylife were gone, it was quiet now. This would be his community for the rest of his life, just hours away from his home. He was about to become a new person, but, how could he when the snow followed wherever he was?

Tsumugi stood at the entrance, not blocking anyone’s way since no one was there to begin with. It was just him underneath the roof of the station, waiting by the route map for a bus. It should be here in the next thirty minutes, so Tsumugi leaned against the exterior with a sigh, his breath soldifying mid–air. It was cold, frozen almost and Tsumugi’s hands felt like ice from being outside. It was winter, after all.

Fidgeting, Tsumugi shifted back and forth as he tried to find something to look at other than the snow. But, the vast land stretched for miles, buried in white like a snow globe. There was nothing here, and Tsumugi was afraid there was nothing for him as well.

A buzz. It caught Tsumugi’s attention as he impulsively checked his phone despite his rule not to. The silence must’ve turned off after a certain amount of time, as Tsumugi scrolled through the notifications bar. Just some colleagues congratulating him on his move, and family members requesting postcards. That was it, Tsumugi was about to close out of the messages before he noticed a number he memorized near the voicemail section.

Tsumugi pressed speaker, putting the phone next to his ear as he heard the stomp of work boots against the snow. And then, a quiet shudder, like a breath he held in for too long. Tasuku spoke but it sounded far away, like he really wasn’t there anymore.

“Look outside. It’s the first snow.” The line ended and Tsumugi blinked, trying to keep his tears in but he was so exhausted. Tsumugi dropped down to sit against the wall, sobbing loudly with no one to hear him for miles. Tsumugi held the phone to his chest, replaying the voicemail over and over again just to hear the love of his life’s voice. The same as always, never–changing and serious like his life depended on it.

Tsumugi cried and cried under the first snow until his bus arrived, the driver staring at him with something of concern. Tsumugi pushed himself back up at the sound of the bus stopping and gripped his bag, heading up the stairs and trying to pay the fare respectfully. A single word wasn’t exchanged, but the driver simply shook his head and gestured for him to go sit anywhere he wanted.

Tsumugi was too tired to insist on paying, just numbly nodded and rested his head against the window.

He wondered if Tasuku was looking at the same sky as him right now.

PASSING BY THE EDGE OF COLD WINTER

UNTIL THE DAYS OF SPRING, UNTIL THE DAYS OF FLOWER BLOSSOMS

PLEASE STAY, PLEASE STAY THERE A LITTLE LONGER

Tasuku called Tsumugi every day until the number was changed. He had left voicemails updating Tsumugi of his day, his days that were all the same. Every time Tasuku tried to apologize, his pride couldn’t make him say sorry without sounding like he was being forced, so he didn’t. Tasuku didn’t insist Tsumugi to come home, only to stay safe and take his time.

Tasuku told Tsumugi about their favorite theatre holding another play, one which he would have gotten front row tickets for. About how strangely quiet it was, not having to keep a watering of plants schedule anymore, having to wake up and go to sleep alone, not knowing where Tsumugi was. Tasuku spoke more than he ever did back then, knowing if this was his only way to be in touch with Tsumugi, he was going to take it and run like hell.

It was mid–winter early morning, and Tasuku was running, phone against his ear as he instinctually nearly picked a flower to bring home. He stopped, slightly panting as he waited for Tsumugi’s typical voicemail, but it didn’t beep. Instead, it was an automated voice, informing him this number was currently inactive.

Tasuku realized, that number was one of the only things he had left of Tsumugi.

Tasuku hung up, in disbelief as he pocketed his phone. Did he even listen to his voicemails? Where was he? Why couldn’t he just answer? Tasuku was about to phone Tsumugi again just to make sure, but one look at his contact picture was enough to make him stop and put it away. He knew too much about Tsumugi, but he had never felt this confused about someone in his entire life. Was this, for the best? Why did he change his number? Was this a sign?

Perhaps, it was finally time to move on, as the snow fell around Tasuku.

IS IT YOU WHO CHANGED, OR IS IT ME?

I HATE THIS MOMENT, THIS TIME FLOWING BY

WE ARE CHANGED, YOU KNOW

JUST LIKE EVERYONE YOU KNOW

Tsumugi tried to moved on, forgetting all about his past as he buried himself in his work and need to just ignore his past. He regularly updated his family on his predicament, claiming it was his mid–life crisis despite being in his early twenties. None of them asked about Tasuku, it was like they knew what had happened between them. Tsumugi built himself a life on a lie, conversing well with co–workers but coming back to an empty apartment at the end of the day.

At night, that’s when Tsumugi thought about Tasuku the most. Laying in bed through the sleepless nights without any want to close his eyes. How could he when all Tsumugi could see was Tasuku, Tasuku who he left because he was scared. Tsumugi stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight coming in through his open window as the curtains swayed slightly in the wind. The room was blue, and so was Tsumugi.

Leaving wasn’t planned, but it wasn’t a quick decision, either. Tsumugi remembered it all, falling in love with his best friend which he wasn’t worthy of. It was the night before everything changed, the last argument they had together. It was late, so late Tsumugi couldn’t keep his eyes open without crying when Tasuku raised his voice. He knew he didn’t mean to, he knew that now.

But back then, Tsumugi was so scared and trembling and terrified of how big Tasuku was. How intense he was with everything he said, the unrelenting passion burning and fueling Tasuku to do everything he did. Tasuku was fire, uncontrollable, raging flames that over time, melted Tsumugi to be nothing but a weak form of who he used to be.

“Tsumugi, why do you always give up like this? You can’t quit, you can’t keep doing this!” Tasuku demanded an answer, slamming his fist down on the kitchen table as he stood up, making Tsumugi flinch in his usual seat. When Tsumugi had told Tasuku they needed to talk, he didn’t expect this. Not the burning anger in Tasuku’s eyes, like this was the ultimate betrayal: to quit acting.

“I... I’m so sorry, Ta–chan.” Tsumugi tried to smile, but his form was shaking. He was shivering despite waking up in the middle of the night in Tasuku’s arms. Tasuku scoffed, like this whole situation was unbelievable, like he didn’t even know who Tsumugi was.

“We—you promised we’d be acting on the same stage together, to be in the same troupe together, do you remember that?” Tasuku spoke, all the frustrations he hid inside him coming out and singing every corner of Tsumugi’s stability. Tsumugi nodded carefully, trying to hide his shaky hands underneath the table as he gripped the base of the chair. He couldn’t start crying, not right now, not in front of Tasuku.

“I know, but I can’t. Not anymore, not when I can’t be the actor you want me to be.” Tsumugi tried to reason, but Tasuku just became even angrier. Like, this was the worst possible thing he could have ever said to him. Tsumugi wanted to reach out and flatten the creases on Tasuku’s forehead, gently cup his face with his trembling hands just to show he still loved him. But when Tsumugi tried to move closer, Tasuku held his hand up, like he couldn’t bear being anywhere near Tsumugi.

“Why do you keep doing this? Why... when we’re happy together?” Tasuku asked, but even he sounded unsure. Was Tsumugi happy with this relationship? Was this why he was quitting? Tsumugi didn’t say anything, just stared at his lover in silence with the pain of a thousand lifetimes. As if, this was his breaking point. Like, acting was slowly killing him to the point he had to run away. Or was it their relationship that pushed Tsumugi away? Did it go too fast? Was it not enough?

“What does this mean for us?” Tsumugi finally choked out, clearing his throat at his voice crack towards the end. The clock ticked, onward and onward even though it felt like time stopped. Tasuku just shook his head and went back into the bathroom. Tsumugi knew, this was the end.

Before Tasuku went, he stopped at the entrance and looked at Tsumugi, with something of tiredness and love all at once. Like, there was still a chance. “Let’s talk about this tomorrow morning, okay?” Tasuku offered, not questioning a thing when Tsumugi nodded with his fingers crossed behind his back.

Tsumugi stayed in the kitchen, keeping in his sobs as he let the tears finally fall down his face. He didn’t know ending his career would feel like the end of his first and only relationship.

Tsumugi went into their shared bedroom after he composed himself, but had to hang onto the door frame when he saw Tasuku was sleeping again, just with dried tears on his pillow. Tsumugi couldn’t do this to Tasuku, not when he couldn’t be the best actor for his boyfriend.

So, Tsumugi just took the suitcase he packed beforehand in case worst came to worst, he didn’t expect to use it. Tsumugi quietly was about to leave the bedroom, but looked back, wanting nothing more than to go back to bed and pretend like this break up never happened. He knew how much Tasuku must’ve been hurting, to have all these years acting together thrown away. Tsumugi couldn’t be selfish this time, not anymore, and left without another word.

Tsumugi always remembered it, how Tasuku cried himself to sleep because Tsumugi quit. That was all he could do, give up when it became too hot. That’s all he always did, nothing changed.

Tsumugi listened to the voicemails one last time, crying into his pillow as he heard the man he loved’s voice echo in his bedroom. He knew, he had to let go, to force Tasuku to move on. How could Tasuku love him after all this time, when he wasn’t the person he thought Tsumugi was? Which life was a lie, this one or the one where he acted on stage with Tasuku?

When Tsumugi changed his number, he didn’t look back. He had to move on, too, even if he was still in love with his best friend. Tsumugi would never see Tasuku again, knowing he was somewhere living his dream of acting was enough, that was more than enough. Tsumugi closed his eyes as the snow embraced him, falling delicately upon his eyelashes as a single tear dropped to the ground.

Tsumugi promised one day, he would see Tasuku on stage again.

YES I HATE YOU, YOU LEFT ME

BUT I NEVER STOPPED THINKING ABOUT YOU, NOT EVEN A DAY

HONESTLY I MISS YOU, BUT I’LL ERASE YOU

‘CAUSE IT HURTS LESS THAN TO BLAME YOU

Tasuku couldn’t move on. Not when he didn’t know where his boyfriend disappeared to, not when no one refused to tell him anything and lied their way out of the situation. It was as if everybody knew but Tasuku, as if he wasn’t that important to know to begin with. He couldn’t accept that Tsumugi was gone, that he was somewhere else out of his reach.

Recently, Tasuku started sleeping sooner just to dream of his face again. But it had been so long, that even small details he cherished were beginning to become blurry, faded even. It was better than nothing, pretending the love of his life was still here with him. Like he never left, like he had no reason to leave.

Why did he leave? Tasuku came home from practice and slammed the door that night, shaking the room as he entered. Without warning, glass shattered next to his feet as a picture frame fell. Tasuku picked it up with his bare hands, ignoring the sudden cut he got on his fingers as he gripped the frame tightly, staring at the picture with a sudden anger. Rage, undeniable, full–blown frustration that boiled ever since Tsumugi left. Something Tasuku had been avoiding to confront, something he didn’t want to do to avoid satisfying the demons.

But, Tasuku was so angry. Why did Tsumugi quit acting without telling him before the decision? Didn’t he trust him, why didn’t he trust him? Tasuku swore, kicking the pieces of glass to fly across the floor. What did he do wrong? Why wasn’t he worthy of Tsumugi’s love? Tasuku was shaking with rage, staring at Tsumugi’s photographed face and wondering if everything the angel convinced him of was a ploy, a fabricated web of lies that trapped him like a fool. Did Tsumugi even love him? Why did he lie about tomorrow morning? Why did he leave?

Why did he quit on them?

Tasuku shouted, releasing all the pent–up grief inside him as he threw the frame at the wall with a sickening thud, watching as it smashed even more. Why did he quit? Why, why, why? If only they talked the next morning, maybe Tasuku could’ve persuaded him to keep going, to stay with him, to not give up. Tasuku carefully went over to the photo, pulling out of the frame as he held it with both hands, sadly staring at Tsumugi. This was all he had left of him.

Tasuku tried to rip it in half, but his hands didn’t move. There was nothing he could have done, he couldn’t bring himself to break his heart even more. Tasuku let out a strangled sob, letting the picture flutter to the floor as he roughly pushed his own tears away, hating how tired he was from crying so much.

This was all he had left of Tsumugi, but maybe he didn’t want it anymore. Tasuku caught sight of the nightly snow. Maybe, he had to move on or else there would be nothing left for him.

Wherever Tsumugi was, it wasn’t with Tasuku, and that was the greatest betrayal of all.

I TRY TO EXHALE YOU IN PAIN, LIKE SMOKE, LIKE WHITE SMOKE

I SAY THAT I’LL ERASE YOU, BUT I CAN’T REALLY LET YOU GO YET

Tsumugi sat back row, farthest away from the stage years later. It was closing night for God Troupe, unforeseeably Tasuku’s last show for the troupe as Tsumugi watched with tears. Tasuku had grown so much, got even stronger and had the same stoic, serious persona as always. But his passion was even more electric, more intense, and more fiery all at once. It burned every time Tasuku immersed his entire soul in his character and it was like he wasn’t even himself anymore. Tsumugi almost didn’t recognize him, but his heart called out like it was still in love.

Tsumugi needed closure, just one last time he’d see his best friend. Although years had passed, Tsumugi still loved him and thought of Tasuku every time. He knew Tasuku didn’t feel the same, at least, not anymore. But, he promised himself that he would see Tasuku on stage again, Tsumugi couldn’t keep breaking his honor anymore, he had to keep this word. Tsumugi thought about his life, and how it was split between life before and after Tasuku, but no matter which stage he was at, Tasuku was always there.

Tasuku was always there, but not Tsumugi. Tsumugi left on his own accord, and to this day, he regretted it. As the show ended and Tasuku took a graceful bow towards the audience, Tsumugi gripped the bouquet of flowers in his hands as he shook, hiding behind the audience giving a standing ovation. There was no way in his right mind he could walk up and expect Tasuku to accept him back into his life, because that was unfair. To come back after all these years, not anymore, he had his wish fulfilled, now it was time to leave again.

Before Tsumugi could leave into the train station and disappear into the night, a flyer flew across the sky as it landed directly in front of Tsumugi’s feet. As he was about to board the train, Tsumugi picked it up and read the title, auditions for a threatre troupe named Mankai. He had seen their Autumn Troupe play, and it even made him want to step onto stage again. The doors were about to close, about to take Tsumugi away from Veludo Way and Tasuku forever. He didn’t know what possessed him to do so, but Tsumugi quickly departed and hurried out of the station. Auditions were tomorrow, something told him he had to be there.

Tsumugi stared at the white roses, feeling the thorns pierce his palm as he exhaled into the frigid air. It was about to be winter again, after all these years, he’d have his first snow under the same sky as Tasuku again.

Tsumugi couldn’t leave again, not now. Tsumugi wanted to be worthy of giving white roses to Tasuku.

YOU KNOW IT ALL, YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND

THE MORNING WILL COME AGAIN, NO DARKNESS, NO SEASON IS ETERNAL

Practice was tense with everything left unsaid between the two leads. Tasuku and Tsumugi saw each other after a street act, and the rest was unexplained history. The moment Tsumugi saw his ex–boyfriend, he winced when Tasuku glared at him with all the hatred in the world. He knew he deserved it, but it didn’t hurt any less.

Nothing could have indicated Tasuku still loved him: every time Tsumugi walked into a room, he’d leave muttering about the burden he had to carry, when Tsumugi was talking, he looked like he wasn’t listening, sometimes when Tsumugi acted, Tasuku wasn’t even connected to his character and would just refuse to cooperate. It was hurting the play, Tsumugi didn’t know what to do as the leader of Winter Troupe but also as a lovesick liar in love with his best friend.

Tasuku was rightfully angry. He had been angry ever since he broke that picture frame, it was the official end of their relationship. Tasuku never thought he’d see Tsumugi’s face again on Veludo Way, not after missing each and every single one of his God Troupe shows. Here he was, claiming his place in Tasuku’s broken heart like he had never left. But, he did. Tsumugi did leave and abandon him to the city, giving no answers and only raising more questions after all these years. How could he come back after all he did? Tasuku was angry, but he didn’t know if he was spiteful towards what happened between them or scared that Tsumugi might run away again.

Every time Tsumugi acted, it was like they were back in college all over again. Tsumugi never changed despite his multiple years of being on break, his acting style was subdued and simple, subtle but honest, it carried more feeling than Tasuku could ever describe. They were opposites, Tasuku was not everflowing like water, he wasn’t adaptable and constant like a river bend, but crackling with energy and passion like a flame. Maybe, that’s why Tsumugi left, so he wouldn’t extinguish both of them.

When Tsumugi looked into his eyes at the practice room, Tasuku’s breath hitched in his throat as he didn’t pay attention to the script, staring back with nothing but coldness. Frigid like the winter Tsumugi loved so much, maybe if he was just as freezing and indifferent, Tsumugi would still love him.

“You’re my best friend—” Tsumugi started but Tasuku turned on his heel and left without warning, slamming the door behind him as he ran. Ran to wherever was far away from his best friend. He wanted it to be true so bad, but not when he could be abandoned again without mercy.

Tasuku didn’t want to leave, but he had to or else he’d want to stay forever with Tsumugi. If Tsumugi left this time, he didn’t know how he’d move on this time.

MAYBE IT’S CHERRY BLOSSOMS AND THIS WINTER WILL BE OVER

I MISS YOU, I MISS YOU

WAIT A LITTLE BIT, JUST A FEW MORE NIGHTS

I’LL BE THERE TO SEE YOU, I’LL GO THERE TO MEET YOU

I’LL COME FOR YOU

Tsumugi was gone, again.

When Tasuku woke up from a nightmare of their last fight again to an empty dorm, his heart nearly stopped as he scrambled out of bed, flipping Tsumugi’s duvet over to find nothing but wrinked sheets. He couldn’t have left, how dare he? Leave when he had Winter Troupe under his name, after years of not seeing each other, how could he—Tasuku looked towards the window and stopped, staring outside as the moonlight illuminated the cold night sky in Veludo Way.

It was the first snow of winter.

Tasuku knew what he had to do, old habits die hard, after all. Tasuku didn’t bother putting a coat on, just rushing outside leaving the door open as he ran to the courtyard, snow crunching underneath his feet as he paused at the edge. Tsumugi was standing still in his pajamas, that blue sweatshirt he kept with “Snowdrop” on it covering his shaking hands as his head was tilted back, staring at the snow with wonder and amazement. It was the happiest Tsumugi looked, and Tasuku’s heart simmered down a little bit as he carefully approached closer, like he was afraid of scaring him away forever.

Tsumugi snapped out of his trance when Tasuku covered his shoulders with a blanket, whipping his face towards the taller male with a surprised look, not realizing how close they were. Tasuku couldn’t move his hands from Tsumugi’s shoulders, he couldn’t look away from Tsumugi’s teary eyes as Tsumugi let out a forced laugh, the air around him freezing as it disappeared like smoke.

“Go inside, you’ll get sick before the play.” Tasuku ordered, but made no effort to pull him in. Tsumugi blinked, nodding as he focused on Tasuku’s eyes, he had so many questions he only imagined asking. Tsumugi couldn’t read a thing about Tasuku, it was like he was a stranger he would never see again. But under this snow, under the same sky, they were together again, and it was more than whatever Tsumugi deserved.

“Dance with me.” Tsumugi breathed out, guiding Tasuku’s hands to his waist as he took his hand, not knowing why he needed this so bad. Tasuku was about to object before Tsumugi placed his head on his shoulder, holding in the tears as he begged, “Please, just one last time”. Tasuku stiffly nodded, gripping his hand like he didn’t want to ever let go. It was silent, but the two swayed like they were back in their apartment kitchen, a year into university with nothing to worry about except being on stage together.

“Why’d you go outside?” Tasuku asked, gently spinning Tsumugi like he was made of glass. When he spun back into his arms, Tsumugi sadly smiled, like this was the warmest he’d ever feel again.

“I needed to know if you’d come for me.” Tsumugi whispered, afraid of breaking the moment as he gazed up at the man he was in love with. He had his answer, Tasuku would still follow him even if it meant freezing from the snow at midnight. Tsumugi knew it was selfish, but...

He wanted to be selfish, just one more time. When Tsumugi stood on his toes to inch forward, nervously trembling from what he was risking right now, Tasuku didn’t react. He didn’t move, just took Tsumugi in like he wasn’t going to get this ever again. Like, this was the final goodbye they were supposed to promise each other that next morning.

It was long overdue. Tasuku saw how Tsumugi was about to run away again, lean back and leave. Not again, not if he couldn’t help it. Tasuku closed the distance, as if making up for all the time they lost as they kissed under the first snow, knowing there was so much to be said but not having the heart to bring back the past. It was too much, too much that Tsumugi couldn’t help but pull him back when Tasuku was about to move. He was so selfish, he just wanted Tasuku in this moment even if it meant never communicating with him again, he was in love with a man he had hurt over and over again.

“Promise me,” Tasuku mumbled before their lips met again, staring into Tsumugi’s eyes with no familiarity whatsoever. It was like they were two completely different people who had no connection to each other, two strangers that would’ve walked by each other without a second glance. “We’ll talk about this tomorrow morning.”

This time, Tsumugi nodded without crossing his fingers, his hands wrapped around Tasuku’s neck as he pulled him back down, knowing they had tomorrow to talk. To heal, to mend, to fix whatever was damaged. If Tasuku would let him back, if he let Tsumugi prove he was different now, better now, worthy of any relationship Tasuku wanted.

They were different people now, but it was the first snow of a winter they finally had together after a long, long time.

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Daddy!Steve NSFW ABCs 🌶

AHHHHH it is here! Well…it is here but it is in pieces, haha. I’ve decided to do little installments because I was getting carried away. This post is I, J, K, and L! It includes Twink!Bucky as well because it was inevitable. Please please enjoy and please please litter my inbox and notifications with love if you think I am worthy of it. ILY.

Parts A, B, C, and D

Parts E, F, G, and H

Intimacy

There are many words that Bucky would use to describe Steve Rogers: daring, confident, intelligent, devoted, caring. Out of all of those words Bucky would shove them aside and choose intense. Steve Rogers is one of, if not the, most intense men he has ever met. No one is as driven as Steve Rogers. When he puts his mind to something there is nothing that can get in his way that is a true obstacle. Steve would sacrifice himself and his health, mentally and physically, to accomplish a task. He can walk into a room and immediately demand attention from all occupants. People want to know him but are intimidated to approach him.

Steve Rogers is intense.

Steve Rogers is arguably even more intense in the bedroom.

When Bucky gets fucked by Steve, he feels like his soul is being turned inside out, punched out in the hysterical noises he makes, like he’s a different person on the other side of his time in bed with Daddy. He cried the first time he and Steve had sex, hadn’t even realized he had started crying until he heaved in a sob of a gasp and Steve was kissing at his cheeks, continuing to fuck him through it. A quick fuck, a marathon of sex, in the bedroom, in a car—no matter what it is or where it always feels like they’re making love.

Steve is attentive, the most attentive lover Bucky has had or will ever have, knows Bucky like he’s been studying him his entire life. Steve loves making Bucky come, focuses on it intently, not stopping until the younger has come at least twice. He’s never had a partner that wasn’t focused on coming themselves, chasing that pleasure, but with Steve his only sole focus is Bucky and how he feels. The attention made Bucky uncomfortable at first, not something he was used to, coming to realize that Steve is right in pointing out Bucky had a growing praise kink.

Bucky knew Steve loved him before the older man even said the words, could feel it in his actions, in the way he wrung orgasm out of orgasm from Bucky. The way Steve looked into his eyes, forehead pressed into Bucky’s, trying to maintain eye contact while fighting to prevent his eyes from rolling back into his head. The way he held onto Bucky, gripped his thighs, his chin, his arm across his chest, cradled his head, whispered his encouragement into his ears, his skin. The way he cherished Bucky and eventually verbalized his love for Bucky made him feel like he was the most-loved person on the planet.

Even during their drunken romps or goofy foreplay or giggles, Steve is still intense but moreso in how hard he loves Bucky and how focused he is on making the younger feel as much pleasure as possible. Bucky is one lucky bastard.

Jack Off Steve is a simple man. He likes his coffee black, he likes his pies apple, and he likes to greet the day with an orgasm. He tends to rise early, around five in the morning, enjoys that because he has a slow and steady start to the day. Steve has always had a sex and he especially has one now that he has this sweet little thing to fall asleep next to at night and to wake up wrapped around in the mornings. That fact alone, high sex drive or not, would make anyone a morning person, would make any man as hard as a rock within seconds of waking up.

Within seconds of waking up Steve is pulling the younger man towards him, snuggling in and wrapping him up tight in his arms. Bucky rarely wakes fully, very much a night owl, sinks into sleep like a stone in water. Within about a minute of that, Steve has a raging erection, one he likes digging into the meat of Bucky’s plush ass, slow and leisurely. It’s at this point that Bucky rises, comes to join Steve in greeting the day, sometimes in full and sometimes still half asleep.

Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm but Steve likes to start the day with an orgasm brought to him by Bucky. The younger man knows this, knows Steve’s desires and routine well within a few months of seeing each other, is aware of what Steve wants when he wakes, when he feels that hot and heavy erection pressing into somewhere on his body. There are a variety of emotions that Bucky can feel, sometimes grumpy and sometimes wanting to get off himself, but the overarching feeling for him is the desire. Daddy wants him, wants him the moment he wakes up, and how can that not make him all flushed and happy?

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is a little sleepy, not quite awake, but shit is he sweet. His cheeks are all flushed and he’s snuggly and wants kisses and coos, wants to do anything to make Daddy happy. He’ll yield to Steve beautifully, something so angelic about Bucky when Steve gets to see him wakeup and greet the day, whisper, “Daddy want my hand?” and Steve will rumble, kiss that spot behind his ear that makes Bucky shiver. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me, sugar. Don’t have to do a thing,” is what Steve will respond with, pressing his erection into the cushion of Bucky’s ass, the curve of his hip, his belly.

Steve loves Bucky’s hands on him. He loves the way Bucky’s fingers resemble the rest of him, lithe and delicate, loves the way they look fit snug around Steve’s cock. At the beginning of their relationship Steve spent time teaching Bucky, showing him the way that he liked to be touched, what Steve craved to feel from the younger man. Now Bucky could work him over efficiently, Steve maybe being too good of a teacher or Bucky having been too good of a pupil.

Either way, it was a stupendous way to start the day. Sometimes it was sloppy and Steve would have to do most of the work, rutting into a somewhat loose fist, Bucky making soft pretty noises, halfway asleep. Other times Bucky was more alert, could work both hands and run his mouth at the same time, sweet sleepy words, Steve being the one that is less awake. “Mornin’, Daddy. This fat cock woke me up, couldn’t ignore it anymore, wanna make it come. Would you like that? Yeah? Come ‘ere, roll over. Wan’it on me, all of it, come on, Daddy—”

Heartrates are still low, soft gasps, sunlight filtering in through the dark curtains. Rolls in the sheets, lips pressed into skin yet not quite kisses, hums, encouragement. Sleepy smiles, low groans, slow builds. By the time Steve is spilling into Bucky’s hand it’s with a gentle moan of a sigh, a stutter of his hips, a press of his face into Bucky’s neck, shoulder, cheek. It’s intimate and domestic and Steve is one lucky bastard.

Kink

Steve is kink. Lives and breathes it, continues to teach Bucky everything he knows, turned his world upside-fucking-down when they first met. There has been nothing that Bucky has brought up or asked questions about that Steve hasn’t confidently answered or taught him. Over time Bucky has learned which kinks are Steve’s favorites, which are reoccurring, the ones that make the older man hardest the fastest, aside from daddy kink. That one was a given, has been from Day One, being brought up during their first interaction.

Over time, Steve had explained to Bucky what it meant to him, more than just a name that frequented porn or Twitter. He explained that he loved the feeling of taking care of someone, of someone relying on him for a plethora of different things, of feeling needed on an almost necessary level. He loved the aspect of control he could have over someone, how hot that got him, how much he craved that. It made sense to Bucky, this dynamic and how it fit into their relationship, how it seemed to be built into Steve and who he was as a person.

Of all the other kinks there are three that Steve is more drawn to.

The first one is come play. There is nothing that makes Steve feel more like an animal, hotter in his gut, less in control, than Bucky and his come: Bucky wearing his come, Bucky swallowing his come, Bucky pushing his come out of his cunt. Marking Bucky with his come in whichever way he chooses is the ultimate sign of submission and it makes Steve’s gut clench, his head go fuzzy, his mouth drop open.

He can’t help but growl and groan when he watches Bucky look up at him as he swallows around Steve’s cock, fingers pumping tight over him, wringing him dry and taking every drop. He can’t help but hold Bucky close, lock eyes with steel blue ones, pump his hips a little frantically, when he comes inside of Bucky. The first time Bucky let him, had asked Steve to fuck him without a condom, the older man immediately grew hard, zoned out, grabbed for Bucky.

“You know what that does to me, sugar? Oh god, that you’re sweet enough to let Daddy mark you on the inside? Mmm, makes me hard as fuck, baby of course I’ll fuck you bareback…”

There’s an added level of pride and satisfaction when he is reminded of the fact that he made Bucky into his own little comeslut, was the one who made this sweet kid desperate for come, made him love taking it any way he could get it. He loves how much Bucky has grown to love his come.

The second kink that is up there for Steve is humiliation, but he simply cannot help it when Bucky makes him want to be a bad man. The first time Steve saw Bucky blush just from a simple sweet name and a direct flirt, he knew he’d be in for a treat. A wink eventually escalated to a hand on the back of his neck which then escalated to a filthy kiss. The first time that Steve called Bucky a sweet boy and asked him if he was hard for Daddy, he swore Bucky was going to combust, his whines and sobs damn near hysterical.

There’s something about showing Bucky new things, new feelings, a different side to himself, that Steve takes great pride in but that normally comes with pushing Bucky, making him a little uncomfortable. Steve loves to see his sweet boy uncomfortable though, loves to hear those whines and whimpers, loves to watch him squirm, the way his neck flushes red. He loves whispering filth into Bucky’s ear and hearing him get flustered, hearing those little shocked and aroused noises, the “Ohh, Daddy,” he lets out in response.

Steve loves referring to Bucky’s cock as “small” and “little” even though it isn’t, adores making Bucky tell him how he feels and what he wants, gets wrapped up in his head when he starts to see the signs of Bucky floating. Steve’s favorite is when he refers to Bucky as “Princess”, asks him if his little pussy is all wet for Daddy, if he’s all ready for Daddy’s tongue, his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Bucky held back tears the first time he pushed that envelope, shot off like a rocket to Steve’s fingers alone and then twice more on his cock. Humiliation has been good to them both.

The last kink that Steve can’t help but include, one that surprised himself, is Bucky being bossy. The first time Bucky got angry angry, not just the huff and pout kind of angry, it had been some of the best sex of his life. Steve had to fight for Bucky, fight for his submission, bent him hard over the kitchen counter and fucked the sour mood right out of him. He loved a little angry fuck every once in a while but the more common occurrence of bossy Buck that Steve adores is when the younger knows exactly what he wants, when he wants it, and there’s no messing around.

Steve knows it’s coming before it happens because Bucky isn’t sweet. There aren’t giggles or batting eyelashes or sweet kisses. There are more pointed looks, more hands, more force and Steve thinks it is hot as fuck to see his sweet little Buck take what he wants from Daddy. Bucky can want a variety of different things from Steve all ranging from wanting to suck him off as soon as he walks in the door (barely a hello, a push against the door, hands at his belt, a graceful drop to his knees) all the way to shoving him back on the couch for a hard and quick fuck (already prepped, half naked, bouncing in his lap, telling Steve to touch him so he can come).

Steve loves that Bucky feels comfortable and confident enough to push Steve around a little, to get what he wants and not just what Daddy wants. Sometimes they need that change of pace, need that alternate power swap, it being healthy for the two of them.

Steve’s favorite is when Bucky is feeling very confident, when he wants to be the one to tease and be in control, wants to ride in Daddy’s lap and tell him what to do. Steve is weak for that.

“No, Daddy—watch, don’t touch. Are you watching? Look how hungry that little cunt is for your cock, fuck so good, you gimme just what I need, Daddy, so big. Gonna go slow so you can see my cunt eat you up, oh god, is it tight, Daddy? S’feel good? No, I’ll tell you when I’m done, not yet.”

Needless to say, Bucky using Steve, taking what he wants and being in charge, are some of the most memorable orgasms of Steve’s life.

Location

If there’s one room Steve finds himself getting the most handsy in it is surprisingly the kitchen. He loves cooking himself but loves watching Bucky move around the room confidently even more, providing for Steve in such a domestic way that makes his chest tighten. It doesn’t even need to be a fancy dinner or a large breakfast that Bucky is working on; it can be a snack or Bucky can be finishing homework at the island and Steve is grabbing at him, kissing at his neck, whispering in his ear.

Bucky has come to know that the kitchen makes Steve hard, pokes fun at him, grows a little breathless and hard himself in almost a Pavlovic way. There have been countless times where Bucky is cooking, a blush growing on his cheeks as he works, comfy clothes on his lithe form, and he’ll look over at Steve and sigh.

“You’re gonna make dinner late, Steve,” he’ll say just in time for Steve to scoop him up and carry him to the bedroom or press him into the kitchen island. Steve will chuckle or hum in an acknowledgment, Bucky not surprised whatsoever, and he was indeed correct—they’d be eating dinner late.

Another honorable mention is the car, whether or not Steve is the one driving not mattering much. Steve has found Bucky pressed tight against his side and sucking on his earlobe in the back seat of a car more often than not. Something about the back and passenger seat of the car makes Bucky feel frisky and in return has made Steve to come and enjoy it as well. There’s nothing that quite matches Bucky all breathless and needy grinding in his lap in the backseat of a car or the younger’s alarmingly filthy mouth murmuring into his ear, hand at his growing erection, as he drives.

As much as Steve loves fucking on the couch (such an obvious spot when they’re cuddling and close, one thing naturally leading to the next) nothing can match the comfort and intimacy of their shared bed. It is so large and soft and comfortable and seeing Bucky spread out in it as Steve fucks into him—nothing can beat it. Steve can move Bucky around effortlessly, able to move from position to position like water, flowing from one to the other.

There are so many options in the bed whereas they are constrained when they are anywhere else: he can tie Bucky’s wrists to the headboard, he can bend him over the edge of it, can let Bucky’s head dangle over the side and fuck his mouth. He can fuck Bucky on his back with his thighs spread wide or his ankles crossed behind Steve’s neck. He can roll him to his front and fuck him diagonal across the mattress, press his body in tight to Bucky’s in a deliciously overwhelming way. The bed is closest to the bathroom and, just like the kitchen, Steve can’t help himself when he watches Bucky cross to the closet from the shower.

The bedroom is a classic for a reason and Steve isn’t about to mess with perfection.

Until next time...😘😘😘

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writerwaage · 4 years ago

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Entry One 11:45 am 10/17

I’m starting this journal after my computer decided to have the biggest meltdown I’ve ever seen in my life. I lost all of my digital copies of research, so I’ll have to sift through my papers to see what I can salvage. I’ve only been doing research for a few months, so I haven’t lost too much. In the meantime, I think it’d be best if I started with my own encounter with The Creature.

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I was in my senior year of high school when things had started to go screwy. I had just come home from my last homecoming and was eager to get the tight dress and pinching heels off. It wasn’t any later than midnight. Jonnie had dropped me off and gave me a little peck on my cheek, wishing me a good rest and pleasant dreams. They’re always sweet like that, caring for me when I’m at my most miserable. Once I had made my way to my bedroom, I took out my hearing aids, dropped off my dress, and cuddled into the most comfortable pajamas I could find. I dropped my dirty clothes into the closet and climbed into bed, turning the lights off on my way and finding the path to bed by memory. Then I fell asleep.

What was so unusual was that I woke up in the middle of the night from hearing a low, grumbling noise. It was (seemed) much quieter than I would have expected to be woken up by, so I figured it would have woken my parents up as well. At first I thought it could have been a minor earthquake, though I didn’t feel any shaking. After a few minutes, it had stopped, and I didn’t see any movement from the gap under my door, so I shrugged it off and rolled back over to go to sleep. If it were anything, it was probably just my imagination playing off a nightmare I woke up from but don’t remember having. The rest of the night passed without any more problems.

In fact, I didn’t have many more problems until almost a week later. I wasn’t particularly exhausted like I was the night after Homecoming, so I can definitely rule that out as a contributing factor. It was maybe two in the morning when the grumbling returned and woke me up. I sat up and grabbed my phone, flicking on the flashlight. Crawling out of bed, I don’t remember feeling off in any way. I just had the strangest sensation of being watched. Considering this was the second time I had been woken up by it, I wanted to know what it was and make it stop. If it woke me it must have woken up the whole house. I pushed open my bedroom door and glanced down the hall in both directions. My parents didn’t seem to be awake. I remember thinking it was a bit weird, but nothing troublesome. I went downstairs and through the kitchen, wondering if the garage had been opened. Sometimes I could just barely hear it, given that my room was directly above it, but no. It had been closed and even locked, just the way dad left it when he came back home from work.

It dawned on me that downstairs, the grumbling had stopped. Even when I had made my way down the staircase, the disturbing sound had faded. As long as it had stopped and I could go back to sleep, I didn’t care too much about what it was or why it was so loud.

Two nights later, the grumbling began, right at two. It was infuriatingly loud this time, louder than I could have thought was possible without waking up my parents, the dog, hell, even the neighbors. Even though I didn’t exactly need them at that point, I turned on my lamp and put on my hearing aids, switching them on the fastest I could. I wanted, no, I needed to know how loud this thing could genuinely be. To my shock, it didn’t seem to be any louder, no matter how I fiddled with the controls. I turned them off and sat them back down before climbing out of bed. Investigating had made whatever the hell it was shut up, so I reasoned that another investigation would do so again.

From between the slats that made up my closet doors, I had caught a quick glimpse of something red, almost metallic and beady. Everything in me told me that whatever was making that noise was in here with me. My forehead was suddenly slick with a nervous sweat. How many nights had this thing been with me? At least three, given how many times it woke me up. I rationalized, in the moment, that if it wanted to hurt me, it would have by now. I stood up and started to make a slow, deliberate walk toward the door. I’d go look at the office, then come back and go to bed. I was careful not to be too hasty in my return. If it were too soon, maybe it would think I was faking it. It would have been right.

While the office had been a silent sanctuary from the incessant grumbling of the creature, it was soon to return to its sounds as soon as I stepped back into the hall. It hadn’t been convinced and in fact seemed to be waiting for me to return. I swallowed down my fear and put a hand on my doorknob. From under the door, I could see that my lamp had been turned off. Did I do that, or did it? I turned the handle and walked in. The grumbling was almost unbearable, putting more pressure on my ears than I was used too.

Moonlight crept through my blinds, falling onto the door of the closet with a hint of malice I had never seen before from such a beautiful source. I clamped my hands over my ears, failing to muffle the sounds, and shuffled over. The pain grew more and more, each step a blend of unbelievable pain and pure curiosity. Whatever it was, it wanted to be seen, and I was going to see it.

Just as I prepared to reach out to the handle, the door flung itself open and unleashed a nearly debilitating ringing. I fell to my knees, pushing my hands against my ears in futile desperation. After a few moments, the intensity subsided and I was able to look into my closet.

In front of me was a horrendous amalgamation of slick, slimy, oily black, almost like thick, bubbling tar, and eyes. Red, metallic, with every beady pupil centered right on me. Its shapeless form hoisted itself upright, stacking boil after boil on top of one another, the supposed gaps between segments oozing the tarry black down and onto the carpet around me.

I can’t remember the rest of the night after that. My mother says that I was late to breakfast the following morning, and when she came up to check on me, I was curled up on the floor with my head in my hands, sleeping, and with a large cut on my thigh. It wasn’t too deep, just a little long, so we felt comfortable treating it at home. When I asked about the grumbling, my parents just shrugged it off. Said it was a thunderstorm last night and the thunder must have woken me up. I thought it was impossible, due to the moonlight, but I just kept my mouth shut.

Although I didn’t know it at the time, this was my very first, and only, encounter with The Creature. I wrote it off as a combination of bad nightmares and some freak sleepwalking accident. After that last night, I’ve had no further problems with grumbling waking me up in the middle of the night or sleepwalking, so surely these are both unique to The Creature. I will look for strange reports of grumbles in the night paired with unexplained bouts of sudden sleepwalking.

Jonnie swung around with lunch while I was writing this. They seemed disappointed that I moved to physical research after my computer gave up. I told them I was fine, and that this was just a hobby while I looked for paying work. They dropped it, but I could tell it wasn’t enough. I love Jonnie, I really do, but this research is important to me. They even had an encounter with what I believe to be The Creature!

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Doors Of Fate Ch. 6: Breach of Trust

Unrelated BroDave Matchmaking AU This chapter is mildly Not SFW. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10126478/chapters/41583635 (Sorry for not making it a link, but with tumblr affecting things with links in them, I wanted this to be able to reach tags easier.)

Wedded bliss is the norm, but in a house full of magic and secrets how long can that balance hold fairly? Dave continues to make progress by leaps and bounds, but it doesn't seem to be enough to surpass Ambrose's undeclared measurement of sufficiency to no longer be at risk. Is it just the impatience of youth driving Dave's choices to bend and breach the trust placed in him, or is the mage failing to understand just how much secrets affect those who've already lived their entire lives being dictated to?

The night held them close till the first stretching notes of morning came, when Dave opened his eyes and took in the light streaming in from the window. He woke warm and cozy, but still tired in the back of his mind from thee previous night, limbs bearing the weight of fatigue that only magic and restraint could cause. He woke with his groin faintly tingling as if Ambrose's hand was still on him, rubbing, teaching him restraint even as he helped him fall to pieces. He woke alone, and felt an unexpected level of sting till he heard noises from the kitchen and could make out the smell of breakfast cooking. ...Okay, that could get a pass, he supposed. Breakfast was a good reason to leave his bed THIS time, but eventually he'd wake up in Ambrose's arms after a full night in bed and relish it like a rare treasured candy.

Shaky limbed, Dave slowly sat up under the quilt and rubbed his face and the back of his neck, trying to rouse himself more before he swung his legs over the side of the mattress and rose to his feet while adjusting his clothing. The floor was chilly and he hopped briefly, landing atop slippers that he soon stuffed himself into before padding out to the hall and the more welcoming kitchen beyond. Ambrose was already fully dressed, half minding a pan that was sizzling patties of sausage and some eggs over a cup of tea, a book cracked open resting on a prop holding most of his attention. When Dave stepped closer he could just barely make out the shapes of a map before the book closed itself and the paper was tucked out of sight like a large bookmark, with Ambrose setting his cup down on the same beat.

“Ah, awake already? I was about to come get you, if this had finished cooking,” he said. “Was it the sausage that did it? This portion was quite aromatic, if I do say so myself. Was very worth the price for picking it up.”

Dave continued walking till he was up behind him, embracing his waist and pressing his face to the warmest spot he could reach. It was like a ritual now, a backwards hug and just savoring the warmth and pressure and scent of his spouse before it was returned, or continuing to enjoy it while peering around Ambrose's side to see whatever he was up to. This was a time when it was returned as a side hug, Ambrose reaching back to hold on around Dave's shoulders till he loosened his grip and stepped forward to see if there was any portion of breakfast he could sample a bite or two of early and hot off the griddle.

“It felt strange having you gone when I woke up,” admitted Dave, reaching out to snatch a piece of sausage only to have the pan tip itself away from his eager fingers. “...Rude.”

“It's right, be patient,” Ambrose snorted, nuzzling the side of his head fondly. “But you don't need to worry. If I'm not beside you, I'm not far.”

“Unless you're in your room,” Dave said. “Apparently, I mean. You may as well be on the moon then.”

“If anything was ever going wrong, I'd come back out soon as I realized it,” he chuckled. “Trust me on this, Dave, and then drop it. I'm not going anywhere, and your fixation isn't going to be appeased for a while.”

The pan shifted a few more times before drifting upwards and away towards waiting plates, doling the portion out on its own with a few well timed flipping motions. They started to drift to the table once some bread had joined the servings, the plates drifting beneath a jug of milk's path as it made its own way with two glasses and a set of knives and forks. A napkin plopped down to the left of the plates, lazily folding itself in half before the magic swayed out of place and freed them.

“Well. ...Alright, fine, you get a pass. THIS time,” Dave said, leaning up on his toes to reach Ambrose's cheek for a firm kiss before pulling away to take his seat. “But next time you do things like that to me, I'd appreciate seeing you beside me in the morning.”

Ambrose took his seat and unfolded his napkin, setting it on his lap before pouring himself a glass of milk. “I'll remember that for next time. And the time after that. And the time after that as well.”

“Already planning ahead I see?”

“Can you blame me?” Ambrose said. “You've a lot of lessons on harnessing your power to go till you do it as a second nature without needing to really think on it, and the quickest way to stir you up and get the magic going seems to be not only straight forward but extremely entertaining for both of us.” He speared a piece of sausage and brought it towards his lips, grinning. “I look forward to hearing the sounds you make most of all, though. Desperate and flushed with my name on your lips while I lay my hands all over you is a good look.”

Dave's own breakfast was briefly interrupted by a small flame appearing on the end of the piece of bread he'd picked up and frozen in place with, face red to the ears and fire burning the soft bread's interior at a rapid pace.

Oh. Whoops. Clearing his throat, Ambrose gestured with his sausage laden fork.

“Er. Dave? Dave. ….Dave.”

“What?” he asked in a daze, only snapping out of it when he felt the heat and smelled the distinct odor of burnt bread more clearly. “Shit,” he hissed, turning on instinct to lob the burning bread towards the sink instead of trying to qualm any of the power that had started to affect his surroundings. The bread bounced and landed on the counter top instead, flames licking at the counter cloth and beginning to spread quickly the second he realized he'd missed and started to make it worse.

“Shit!” Dave said once more as he jumped out of his chair to go and tame the fire, the bread being swept into the sink and the non-fire laden part of the cloth being yanked with careful gestures to the same watery fate. Other items on the counter top had begun to turn and face him eerily as one unit, both sharp and blunt, occasionally quaking as he flustered his hands to deal with the problem. “Shit, fuck, forget that happened. Okay? There. No more fire, all good. Fire's all out.”

Ambrose hadn't followed him to assist, but he was watching closely from a distance, keeping an eye on the counter's objects and their potential paths. There were no other fires once those two had been taken care of, but any portion of the house could be dangerous if objects began to move again, not just the kitchen with its bounty of knives and heavy objects and glass.

“You good?” he asked softly, not wanting to come across as patronizing.

Dave rinsed his hands and frowned at the half blackened piece of his breakfast melted in the water into a pile of brownish mush. “Yep. Just peachy.”

“I may have been fibbing a bit earlier,” Ambrose admitted as he finally took his bite, speaking while his mouth was full to help return the relaxed atmosphere. Nothing in the kitchen was attacking like he'd feared it might and Dave was already heading back now with some fresh bread in hand, buttering it hastily so he could stuff it in his mouth like a prize for the taking. “I think I look forward to your more intense lessons most of all. Not that getting to fondle you isn't its own reward, but I need you to be able to do these kinds of things on your own, preferably without your cock in hand. It'll be similar to the magic lessons, just with a different focus.”

Dave groaned and set his bread down, cutting some of his breakfast to smaller pieces with his fork and shoveling in mixed bites. “You say that like lessons centered around me fucking up will be fun.”

“They can be, if you let them be,” Ambrose pointed out. “I'll figure something out to keep your interest, don't fret. Besides, how else can I take you to those cities I talked about before if you're liable to set buildings ablaze any time I so much as flirt with my own husband a single time? I'll never be able to cop a playful feel, it'll be torture. But mostly it would be another length of time neither of us could fully relax, which kind of defeats the purpose of a vacation.”

“I mean, you could keep your hands to yourself and we could still go probably?”

“My hands were entirely to myself when your bread decided to toast itself to death, Dave. You've more power than you know, and you know how to sap from surroundings. Nope. Too risky. We can start today if you'd like?”

"...I mean. How hard can it be?” Dave asked, leaning back while playing with his fork, wiggling it gently between two fingers so it gave the illusion of being made of rubber when looked at just right. “Compared to everything else, I took to that the fastest right? One lesson.”

“You're right. One hand job and you learned the basics, but with how bright you are it's not too big of a surprise. You've a voracious appetite for things Dave. Eventually we should be able to keep the mattress from bursting into flame around us when we go even further without even having to try.”

Dave squinted at him, unable to dispel the sensation of being teased.

“I understand what you mean entirely, but you're somehow being a dick about it, and it's bothering me that I can't tell how,” he finally said after a few moments of thought. With his peace said Dave sighed, shook his head, and fell upon his breakfast with renewed vigor to savor it while it was hot.

“Why, Dave. I would never. I'm absolutely scandalized. Me, teasing my dear husband? My beloved firebrand? Light of my life? Perish the thought.”

The squint returned to Dave's eyes, his slightly sour expression met only by a mage's curling smirk. Ah. Wedded bliss.

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Controlling magic was to become a daily practice in the household. Mornings were spent waking together more often than not, eating breakfast, doing chores and tending to whatever odds and ends had been talked about the day before. Ambrose assisted with guided practice for direct spell work in increasing degrees of difficulty, helping Dave learn to light candles and move objects on his own with enough focus. His tutelage and Dave's own stubbornness unlocked ever more difficult books and theories to his insatiable appetite for learning the unknown, each day bringing with it new experiments and surprises in their warm home.

However, things were not all perfect. Ambrose was finding himself needing to pull away for his own work more often, either in rooms where Dave could keep him quiet company as he mixed potions and powders, or shut away within the room that held no true door in but passageways to who knew where out by its many doorways. Dave had some regrets about not managing more than his brief peeking, namely that he didn't have a specific thing to be angry or frustrated at for stealing his spouse away from him. This wasn't merely jealousy or frustration at suddenly not having his spouse's time focused mostly on himself. If only it were that simple. Instead, Dave's reactions were stemming from the effects this repeated isolation seemed to be having on his husband.

Today, for instance, was day eight of Ambrose being mostly gone as opposed to just very busy. He'd come before dawn to Dave's chambers and crawled into bed with him, form chilled and very still, smelling of ozone and scrubbed off traces of sulfur. Dave had barely seen him the day prior, had hardly heard his voice, and he couldn't help but turn to gently stroke at his hair while he slept what precious little he seemed to be sleeping. Whatever work his husband was doing, it looked like it was eating him alive from the inside out. He snored softly, lips parted and brows drawn in concern even in sleep, hair wild at his temples. Ambrose looked old. He looked sick. He looked like he'd lost weight if Dave was looking at him right in the darkness and feeling him properly beneath the blanket.

This was what he hated.

Ambrose peeled himself out of bed after about three or four hours max, Dave hot on his heels, afraid something would happen if he didn't. That the mage would fall and be injured, collapse on himself or start casting a spell and perhaps be too exhausted to control it properly. There might not be as much Dave could do to help and Ambrose normally could when it came to runaway magic, but with the things he'd been learning lately it was more help than nothing.

“I think some oatmeal today,” said Ambrose, stifling a yawn with one hand. Dave realized he was wearing the same clothing as he had been the day prior, rumpled and worn in. Even the colors looked faded when taken in as a whole, the usual decorative nature lessened. “Something simple and warm.”

“Will you be back before night?”

“I'll try.”

He'd been saying he'd try since day one, so no surprise to hear it once more, but the knowledge that it was a promise being made simply to be broken was upsetting even if none of it was purposeful. Dave watched the kettle fill itself and go to the fire slower than normal as Ambrose shuffled along to get a look over the other items that sounded good, and decided to warm up for the morning by trying to lift the tea container from a distance with a spell he'd memorized. Not perfect form, but he still wound up with the strainer full of loose leaf enough that he'd be savoring the milk and sugar in his cup by the end.

“You're improving all the time, Dave.” Even tired, the pride was easy to catch in Ambrose's tone and the warmth of the arms that soon encircled him to squeeze tight around his middle. “Try not to strain yourself too hard while I'm busy today. I've seen some of the things you've been peering into.. no doubt you'll get them running on your own, but you already know the costs. Right?”

“Yes, yes, better safe than sorry,” Dave recited out of memory, leaning into the hug to savor it while he could. The oatmeal was starting to cook on the stove now, tea kettle a ways off from screaming yet but starting to show signs of steam. “I won't do anything stupid while you're busy, I know better.”

“Good.”

He knew better, but it didn't stop Dave from attempting anything and everything he felt he could reasonably get away with. This long string of suddenly being left mostly to his own devices had proven to be effective at expanding his risk levels considerably if the occasionally located scorch marks and missing materials were any indication. In fact, he found himself wondering just what his husband would think of the things he'd been trying to infer from things located in his library crawls. The kettle's screams broke their embrace, Ambrose pressing a kiss to the corner of Dave's lips before going to mind the oatmeal's preparation.

“What plans do you have for the day?” Ambrose asked. “You can't live in the library all the time, Dave. Spring is almost here, you'll be too weak to wander the cities if you let your leg muscles shrivel up like raisins,” he tsked. The oatmeal briskly mixed itself with some cream, cinnamon and sugar, adding a hint of sweetness and spice to the comforting hot oat smells already in the air. Dave rolled his eyes and got his tea brewing, dunking the strainer a few times impatiently before leaving it to steep properly.

“Oh, you know. Nothing much. Practice some things I've been reading most likely, maybe spend some time in the horse pen. Might take a walk around the house a few times, build a snowman if I'm feeling ambitious. Be lazy otherwise though, enjoy it while I can before we're even busier with the garden and everything in Spring even if it's not near as busy as it was on the farm.”

Dave could practically feel the sensation of Ambrose deflating a the very idea of being somehow even more busy than he already was, the notion poisonous. The mage kept his composure and studiously cleared his expression as the oatmeal dished up and went to their waiting seats, plopping down in front of his bowl and scooping up a mouthful worth of oatmeal to puff cool air at.

“That's right, I keep forgetting you're a farm boy somehow. You've taken so quickly to finer things that suit you, you'd blend in nearly anywhere.”

“If by finer things you meal the things you keep slippin' in my closet, some of those are so stiff you couldn't pay me to wear them,” Dave said as he finished with his tea prep and took a seat. He stirred his oatmeal instead of starting to eat immediately, eyes trailing over Ambrose's gaunt looking face as he took the bit of pleasure he could from company and comfort food. If there was some way to reach a level of skill that, perhaps, he could just help him with whatever was draining him so badly. He'd help in a second, no hesitation.

But no. The most he could do was peek and sneak. Or, well, he'd be peeking and sneaking more intently if his practice later went well as anticipated. Dave could feel the weight of his ambition weighing his stomach down, edged with the guilt of lying even if only by omission. Oh, yes, he was going to be practicing some magic today once Ambrose was gone. Familiar magic if it all turned out alright. In his digging around, Dave had stumbled on a book that seemed a bit out of place compared to the rest of the collection on the shelf. Old and worn, the book was ragged at the edges and bore handwriting in several different types of ink inside along with a multitude of painstakingly rendered diagrams and formulas. He couldn't read it yet, could barely decipher the symbols and tables in fact, but something in the margins had caught his eye so intensely that he'd made certain to tuck the book out of the way in case Ambrose spotted it and decided it was one of the things that should reside in his room instead. Compared to the runic looking symbols of the main page, the margins held scratch notes in Ambrose's handwriting, small asides and comments about what was wrong with something or what needed changing in the future. Clues to the meaning of the whole for someone like Dave who was trying to decipher it as an outsider. It didn't take a genius to interpret that the confusing looking information seemed to be talking about his husband's ability to draw doors, but there were still many mysteries to sort through with some good old fashioned trial and error.

It was shameful how intensely focused he felt about Ambrose's room when he had the entire house at his disposal, but Dave just couldn't help it. Knowing there was a secret being kept from him, having the secret not only dangled in his face but held out at arm's length afterwards to taunt him was obnoxious. Just knowing, maybe getting a hint at what kind of work Ambrose was doing while he was away... that would be enough for him for now, surely. What more could he want than another peek? He'd have probably hours if he could open the door up instead of scant seconds. Maybe he could even get one of the other doors inside open if he could jus-

“-ve?”

“Mm?”

“I wanted to ask you what you wanted to practice today, before I have to leave. Anything in particular? I already saw you making your tea, but I think you can stand to try something harder. Move outside your comfort zone even more, really make you sweat.”

“Are you sure you can handle it if I'm messing up something meant to make me sweat?” Dave asked, almost immediately regretting the snark intermingled with his words when he caught sight of golden eyes.

“Of course I could handle it, Dave. I'm mentoring you and I've got far much more experience than you in magic. It'd take quite a lot to overpower me, and even with your innate talents I don't think you're quite at that level yet.” Ambrose picked up his bowl to scoop the contents out easier without needing to scrape as hard. “It's not like you're remaking materials into other materials, or passing through doorways or trying to raise old gods or anything.”

“Well. Obviously,” he said, taking a hard swig of his tea. Nope. Totally calm here, he didn't just say that. “But I mean.. Ambrose, look at you. You're exhausted all the time, this can't go on.”

“I worked myself harder than this before you came into my life, Dave. This isn't the first time I've been tired, nor will it be the last time I'm tired because of the work I take on. It shouldn't be much longer till I'm done though, just be patient.”

“Are you sure I can't just. Help you?”

“Dave, you're no-”

“I know I'm not advanced enough yet, believe me I know, but I will be soon! If I got better, would you let me help you with whatever it is that your work is? I'd be able to handle whatever it is, even if it's from the side lines and just handing you things or being... Shit, I don't know. Moral support?”

“I can't ask you to help me with jobs like mine, Dave. It's just not safe.”

“And now it's something dangerous you do?” Dave asked, frowning. “How worried do I need to really be when you're gone?”

“Not worried at all,” Ambrose insisted, finishing off his breakfast. “I promise I'll always return to you, and I don't intend to break that promise. Now. What do you want for your lesson today.”

“Teach me to draw doors.”

“Too advanced for you still. What else has your interest, surely you've come across something interesting in that library by now.”

“...I don't think I want a magic lesson today,” Dave said, sulking into his oatmeal, stirring it slowly counterclockwise as he rested his fist against his cheek.

“...Dave, don't be like that. I'm sorry that options aren't what you'd like them to be, but that's just how it is sometimes. You'll be doing all kinds of things soon enough and look back at yourself now and laugh at how impatient you're being.”

“I'm not being impatient, you're being stubborn.”

“Pot calling the kettle black.”

“Ugh, don't treat me like a child Ambrose! You're doing it again!” Dave snapped, agitated all over again. It hadn't been an issue since they'd discussed the treatment before, yet in this moment he once more felt like all the power was in his husband's hands in more ways than one.

“I'm not! I'm just. ...I'm not trying to,” Ambrose said instead, taking a slow breath and letting it out to keep calm. “It's not my intention to treat you like a child. If you'd like to skip a day of lessons I understand.”

“I'll pick up lessons again when you're home for more than four hours at a time,” Dave said finally, lowering his eyes to his bowl and stirring the remaining oatmeal around with the back of his spoon. “I don't think I'll be able to push as hard as I can if I'm worried about you being so tired.”

“Dave I promise you, I can handle anything you can throw at me, this isn't an issue.”

“Maybe it's not an issue for you, but it is for me,” he said with a tone of finality. “You finish your job, and we'll pick up the lessons again. I'll just keep practicing the things we already know I can control, and keep studying. You said it wouldn't be too much longer for this job, right? It won't be forever.”

Not seeming as satisfied with the decision, Ambrose grimaced. Was this him being refused because Dave was upset with him? Was there anything he could do to replace the time they'd normally spend together doing the lessons? Did he even want him near him right now? Normally he had all the answers, or.. at least he thought he did. Dave's mood was a mystery, and he had no idea how to proceed.

“Well. ..If you're sure.”

“I'm sure.”

“...Alright then. We'll return to lessons once I'm done with this job,” Ambrose said, slowly standing up. His bowl lifted and made its way to the sink as he instead went to Dave's side to rest a hand on his upper back. He stroked the expanse of warm fabric covered skin for a moment before leaning down to press a warm kiss to his small husband's temple. “If you need me, merely yell and I'll try to come fast as I can.”

“Are you just going to be crouched working in your room, then? I could keep you company,” Dave mumbled. He didn't seem happy, and it made Ambrose's chest hurt that he couldn't figure out how to fulfill his obligations as well as keep his spouse happy. If he worked faster, worked harder, he hoped he could perhaps finish the stupid job even quicker and be free to return to the low tension work and needs of more common people for a length of time. He'd be able to make Dave smile again.

“No, love. I won't be in my room the entire time. ...But like I said. I promise to be back quick as I can. This won't be forever.”

“Soon, right.”

“Soon,” he confirmed. Part of Ambrose hoped that Dave would turn his way and kiss him back, or cling to him in a hug like he usually did, or anything more familiar. The air was awkward between them, uncomfortable, and for the second time that day Ambrose was at a loss for words. “..Well. I'll ah. I'll go ahead and get going early, then. Perhaps I'll be able to come home even earlier that way.”

“Please be careful,” Dave said, finally looking up. His eyes looked sad, obviously still not over what'd just happened, but he seemed sincere in his concern. Ambrose pulled up a smile best he could.

“Always,” he promised as he stepped away and headed to the hallway that led to his room's general location. A pause in the doorway and they met eyes once more, words on their lips but not coming out loud enough to be heard by anyone but their own thoughts. The mage finally turned and left, Dave able to hear the soft whoosh of magic and the eventual click of the door closing shut behind him before it faded away into the wall once more.

Dave wasn't hungry anymore. He pushed away from the table and coaxed his dishes to join the others, waste or not. He'd worry about it later if it became an issue. What even was he now? Angry, sad, stressed out from wanting to say so much more than he had. He stalked off to the library like he had something to prove to the world, pausing only to land a punch solid enough it made his hand ache on the door frame of the library itself, satisfied when he left the faint outline of a scorch behind.

Good. Everything felt how upset he was now.

“Stupid Ambrose. Stupid room. Stupid.... stupid job, what the fuck's so important and dangerous and busy that I can't even hear what the fuck it is!” he growled, shaking his hand a few times before rooting around for the book he'd set aside. Okay, maybe punching the door frame had been a stupid idea but shit had it felt good to get that out of his system at the time. “Wants to treat me like a kid again. The fuck does he think I am, a baby? I'm his fucking husband! You'd think he'd be willin' to tell his fucking husband what was straining him so much, what is it, some stupid royal secret?”

Ranting out loud was helping as much as punching the door had. Dave already felt a bit better as he flipped through the book to find the pages he felt he needed most. Much of the things in Ambrose's handwriting seemed to indicate that the incantations and formulas involved weren't nearly as important as they made themselves out to be, and that instead the destination and a good deal of power were more important. A clear mind and a clear exit goal. Angry or not, Dave couldn't forget the room he'd seen before, so no matter if Ambrose's bedroom was behind a simple wall or somewhere off in some special space, it should be possible to open it up on his own so long as he held the image and the desire in his mind strong enough on top of the pieced together portions of the spell.

If he'd learned anything in his time of study, it was that magic had to be controlled but could often be sewn together into whole new shapes and formats from its original intentions. The idea of magic being made into a quilt was a lovely mental image, sewing spells together to make an entire blanket shaped just right for his purposes, but it wasn't helpful right now. No, right now there were bigger fish to fry. Dave tucked his thumb into the appropriate page to hold his place and left the room for the hallway, not stopping till he'd come to a halt where he knew he'd seen Ambrose disappear into before. He pressed a hand against the wall, stroking at it with force as if testing to see if the material would suddenly bend beneath his fingertips or give way in strands like an optical illusion, but it held firm as ever.

Could he do this? Should he do this? Would he just made the argument worse by doing this? Perhaps, if he was caught. But in Dave's mind managing to get this bit or proof under his belt that he could do it would be beneficial to himself in the long run. He'd have more time to peek in that room, the curiosity would abate, and perhaps then the resentment he'd begun to harbor would dissipate. Things would feel better. He'd have some comfort, and then Ambrose would finish the job, and they'd make up properly and he'd be more insistent on trying to help with whatever job came next because he'd be at a much higher level of competency.

After another few strokes at the wall, Dave chickened out and took off to the kitchen once more, deciding to waste a bit of time making sure his remnants of breakfast were being washed and put away just like everything else had been. The last thing he wanted to do was to risk running into Ambrose face to face, if he'd remained in his quarters for a while instead of immediately leaving like he said he was. Not being able to listen in ahead of time really made this a whole new level of risky for him, and the fact he wasn't supposed to break and enter to begin with was not lost on him.

Much to his satisfaction, the dishes had washed and scrubbed properly and been put away, as had the other items from the breakfast table. Still clutching his book close, Dave padded to the cold door that led to the horse pen and spent some time stroking and speaking to a rapt audience. Every time he felt it was time to go, to start, to draw that door and be done with it, he found himself hesitating. Twice more Dave passed by the hallway over the course of a few hours, paranoid that if he managed to get the door to form and open to the right place, that he'd just be face to face with his husband while breaking the only rule he had in place. The one thing he'd asked of him to not do. The third time was when Dave finally stopped and faced the wall once more, holding his breath.

“...Right. Let's do this.”

The anger was gone. Fueling Dave now was the curiosity and anxiety of before, making his heart hammer in his ears as he looked over the page he'd spent a good deal of time already staring at before closing it and setting the book down by his feet to free his hands back up. He started to hum softly before starting to whisper words that he hoped, he prayed, would fill in the gaps of the unknown tongue he couldn't decipher. The sensation of magic lit in his blood, and the power tried to trail down his hands prematurely, having to be forcefully pulled back. Strands of blonde hair lifted from the back of Dave's neck as the intensity grew, thoughts straining to focus only on his memory of the room he was seeking. Never in his life would he have guessed just how difficult it was to think of only one thing when his mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts, but the steady tracing light of not only a door but a familiar shaped handle beginning to form were indicators that this may be working the right way.

It wasn't a clean door. Though the line and handle had started to form a perfect outline, the formal details were lost and an outline that followed the dimensions of bricks appeared instead, bits of plaster popping off as the opening settled into place. Dave winced as traces of rubble and dust hit his feet and the ground around him, not dropping the spell till the magic had finished running its course, only then slipping down to his knees for a moment. Exhaustion gripped him, head throbbing and the taste of a future nose bleed running over his tongue as he allowed his eyes to close. The very idea of moving, much less standing, seemed not only suddenly foreign but absolutely horrible. Breathing was tiring, leaving him winded just from trying not to suffocate.

Yet, drained as he felt, nothing had exploded. The mess was.. an issue. But he also had hours to close the door and fix it, right? Plenty of time to recover, clean up, and go take a long nap. Closing his mouth to fight back drool, Dave lifted his head and took a painstakingly slow crawl forward to touch the awkwardly made door to see if it would give. No luck, not without turning the strange looking handle that lay just out of his reach.

“Oh come the fuck on, I just made you, the least you could do is open for me how I want,” Dave groaned, trying to collect himself enough before trying to push himself off the ground and up to his feet. The world swam before his eyes and he staggered a step backwards before redirecting forwards to the dusty exposed brick of the newly formed door, hand groping for the handle and giving it a crank in the right direction. With a click it gave way and started to swing open thanks to his weight resting against it, granting Dave entrance.

He'd done it. He'd absolutely done it, this was the same room, the same sights as before greeting him. ...Perhaps things looked a bit worse than before, on second thought, and not from Dave's doing. The destroyed bed and scratched up walls had new gouges, and the strange black material was slapped here and there with an even heavier hand. He could see where globs of the liquid had splattered to the backs of several stacked books whose covers Dave could appreciate even more now. His hands itched to take one, any one at random, curious as to what inside was so intense that his husband deemed important enough to keep tucked away from his reach. There was a sensation near them as if they were poisonous snakes coiled in their neat stacks and rows instead of merely books, but the curiosity remained. A shelf had been ripped apart, crumbled poppets and trinkets scattered across the floor. The damage to the wall he'd made by opening the door didn't seem very out of place at all in this messy environment, such a stark contrast to how neat the rest of the cozy lived in house was kept. It was doubtful that a single self cleaning spell had ever been cast in here.

Minding that he didn't trip on anything, Dave slowly stepped inside and over some debris to get a better look at anything he'd spotted before and didn't get to savor. He ran a hand on the ruined linen of the bed with its intertwined patterns of vines and birds, touched along the spines of books that didn't feel too dangerous, uncapped and cautiously sniffed alchemy ingredients in their jugs and jars, and poked what he swore up and down to be honest to God gemstones cut into small identically shaped chips that reflected the low light of the room from a blown glass bowl. There was so much to look at and see for the first time so close that Dave found himself feeling more alert and lively, he could feel the color coming back to his cheeks.

He did this. He'd gotten himself here. He'd taught himself to draw a door just like Ambrose could, even if it was only a door to a single room and even if it'd opened up kind of janky. This was all his own doing. Pride swelled in Dave's chest and hastened his steps as he remembered what else he'd wanted to see. Precisely where they'd been before were the other doors in their lone offshoot of a hallway, each a different color and each firmly closed. The one at the far end that had held his husband before, judging from how it had opened, didn't catch Dave's interest for now. It was hard for Dave to imaging what so many doors would be needed for, however. Were they to closets? There was no way that Ambrose would leave fully formed doorways in position, right? Grasping the handle of the nearest door, Dave pulled it open.

He was wrong.

The door Dave opened gave way to what appeared to be a running stream somewhere in the mountains. The place he was seeing wasn't locked deep in winter, however, but lush with spring or summer growth. Insects buzzed through the air and lit upon plants that Dave realized he'd never seen before in his life, flowers large as his palm and leaves that looked sharp as blades. A path headed away from the doorway, and after a cautious walk outside to get a better look, the door was the only standing thing in a dilapidated hut whose walls had long fallen in. Panicked, Dave darted back to the doorway which held the familiar home within, ghostly in its isolation.

Dave was curious about that place, but didn't like the misalignment of what was there and what was not one bit. He closed it in a hurry before reaching for the second door. This one gave way to snow, but not nearly as deep. The view was lovely, a hill near a steep drop off into what looked like water. ...Was this the ocean? Or just a very large lake? Though Dave squinted, he couldn't see the other side, though he was able to see a single boat in the distance with fishermen struggling with a shimmering silver catch in a massive loose net on one side. His breath hung in the air as he watched, mystified.

How far from home was he here? How far was the other one? If each of these doors were to such different places, why were the doors there permanently instead of drawn as needed like usual? Which door had Ambrose gone through for this job of his? Which door was apparently so dangerous.. and with the doors being permanently in place, were other people or things able to just come waltzing into this space? A sudden terrifying thought filled Dave's mind: what if the thing that had destroyed Ambrose's room just came and went? What if the reason his husband didn't want him in his room in general was in case something capable of all this destruction ran face first into him, when he was supposed to be safe in the house?

No, no, focus Dave, that couldn't be right. Dave slammed the door and stared at the remaining few. Curiosity ate at him for the last door, the one he knew Ambrose had been within last time despite the fact that each door here must serve some special purpose. Licking his lips, Dave stood before the final door and turned the handle, bracing himself to swing it wide.

Void. Absolutely devoid of light, the darkness in front of Dave's eyes looked solid enough to touch, yet a cautious outstretched hand felt only a worrying coolness and nothing more. There was something familiar about the darkness in the way it smelled, somewhat similar to the strange black substance in the main room that had been spattered around. Toxic. Drained. Wrong. Sickly. He heard a sound when he listened closely to the darkness, a sound like voices whispering in a language he could only partially understand. It sounded familiar and haunting, like what Dave assumed a chorus of ghosts would sound like on the breeze, but he couldn't figure out the specific source. The darkness seemed to go on forever with no end in sight, and though he stuck a foot out, he was too alarmed to try setting it down where ground might be. The idea of there being no ground was just as alarming as the doors existences were proving to be in general, twisting his thoughts.

...What was Ambrose doing in there before? Was he in there now, somewhere lost in the inky darkness? It was easy to believe danger could be there just out of sight, staring right back at him without his being able to tell. He didn't want to imagine it, but his mind was already filling in the gaps of the unknown, an image of his husband walking face first into that void and being drowned within it. Dave staggered back and closed the door, suddenly realizing how badly he wanted out of that room. No, he didn't just want to leave the room, he wanted to forget the room existed for a while. This room felt so devoid of all the things that were familiar about his husband that it was like trespassing in a stranger's space. This had all been a terrible idea. If the mage found out, Dave would do his best to apologize and make up for it, keep his new talent as something for an emergency until it took less energy to use properly and had less chance of fucking up.

Sidestepping the worst of the mess, Dave was halfway through the room when he heard a door slowly start to creak open behind him. The scent of wrongness from the final door filled his nose anew, and his ears were assaulted by the wet, squelching sounds of what he assumed were footfalls touching down on ground in slow, lumbering steps. He turned to look over his shoulder and caught sight of a massive, black thing trying to fit its way inside, moving slow and unsteadily. It appeared to be coated in the black material that speckled the main room, oozing and dripping it in thick sludgy strings to the ground. He could almost make out edges of wings, but the face looked mammalian, golden eyes shining like twin stars set deep into the mass of its body. Whatever the fuck it was, it didn't seem to see Dave while it busied itself with coming through the doorway and crowding into the hall.

Heart in his throat Dave ran faster than he thought he was capable of, fast enough he swore he blinked in and out of sight a few feet at a time. He needed to close the door. With as soft a sound as he could manage, not wanting to draw attention, Dave turned the knob and closed the strangely formed door he'd created. With heavy breaths he planted his hands on the brick and plaster, trying to remember what he needed to do to reverse the spell. How the fuck did he dispel doors? How did he undo that? He could hear the faint sounds of something moving inside, and his blood ran cold.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he whispered under his breath.

Needed to close it. Needed to close it right. Dave grappled for whatever magic he could feel and dragged it up as if fighting to free it from beneath his own feet, needing to dig low for whatever strength he could get while still tired from earlier. He chanced a glance down at his feet when the magic started to flow out of his hands in time with his frantic whispering, and felt everything go cold. The book might have had the answer. The book was right there, right in range, but there was no time, and now that the magic was flowing there was no going back.

The magic wasn't flowing so much as flooding, Dave started to realize with growing horror. An attempt at slowing it, at tugging it back or guiding it was unsuccessful and the panic he was feeling only made things worse. Plaster dust recollected itself as if flowing in slow motion, time reversing itself to reform the pieces into bigger chunks and drift back into place in the wall till it was smooth and untouched once more. Dave's legs quaked and he lost feeling in his feet and hands, his vision blurred black at the edges as the afterimage of the door faded away. The magic was running itself, fixing the wall perfectly but continuing to flee him, expanding down the hallway in unfocused arcs. He watched smoke rise from the floorboards here and there, tiny fires trying and failing to start until Dave grit his teeth and yanked his arms back from the wall with a grunt of pain. Lightning running down his arms might have hurt less, stabbing and hot as the steam leaving his skin, but the magic had stopped.

He did it. He'd closed the door, that thing was stuck in there now far away from him and the rest of the house he was essentially guarding. Amazed he was still on his feet, likely only thanks to adrenaline, Dave wiped his running nose with his forearm and glanced down absently when he realized it felt far wetter than it should have. Bright red streaked over his pale skin and dripped down to the tops of his feet, still more drops falling to the newly cleaned ground when he shifted position. Dave stuffed his hands against his nose to try stemming the flow as nausea rose in his throat, vision starting to sparkle at the edges.

It was difficult to ignore the shimmery lines that crossed in front of his eyes this way and that like slow moving fish, but any attempt to trace their path just made them glide quicker and made his head throb more. Dave felt his legs starting to give way and shoved himself against the wall to try bracing himself, gasping through his mouth to keep a flow of air going despite the sensation and taste of blood going down the back of his throat. Nothing was making it slow down, nothing was making it stop, everything was red and wet and reeked of copper.

Unable to stand up under the heavy flow when the magic had already drained him so thoroughly just before, Dave eventually fell to the floor, body resting over top of the book he'd carried earlier and blood streaked arms curled loosely in front of himself. His breathing was slow, but at least steady for now as he drifted in a dreamlike state behind his own eyes. It didn't hurt to be asleep, the sick feeling and weakness couldn't touch him here.

He just wished he'd managed to yell first.

#homestuck #stridercest #brodave #Dave Strider #Bro Strider #unrelated striders #my fic

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stillthewordgirl · 6 years ago

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LOT/CC fic: Nemesis (Ch 1)

The sequel to "Thief & Assassin," my CaptainCanary/Arrowverse fantasy AU. Leonard and Sara are content as lovers and heads of their respective Guilds in Centralis. However, newcomers to the city may ruin all that-and the peace of the kingdom itself.

I highly suggest reading "Thief & Assassin" before you read this. (Find it here on AO3 or here on FF.net.) Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the beta and Pir8grl for the title.

Can also be read here at AO3 or here at FF.net.

Sara woke in warmth, wrapped in a pair of strong arms, content. It took her a moment to register the context, helped by the scent of mint and leather, but when she did, she relaxed again, sighing into Len’s collarbone, tightening her arms again, reminding herself that it was just a dream.

Even as blue light flickered along the edges of her vision.

After a few moments, though, she glanced up again, judging the faint light as it shone on the wall opposite the window, then sighed.

“Len,” she whispered.

“Mmfh,” was the result.

“Len.” Sara smiled a little against his collarbone. “Remember. It’s your first day on the Council.”

A long silence.

Then, muttered, “Was dead when you all agreed to that.”

Sara snorted, hiding the pang the words caused. “You weren’t dead. You were just…elsewhere.”

“Still didn’ agree.”

“Well, then you shouldn’t have waited until…” She lifted her head a little, squinting. “…less than two candlemarks until the meeting to argue.”

Another muffled noise. Definitely profanity.

Sara waited a moment. Then, smirking, she leaned forward and nibbled, delicately, on his collarbone.

The sound Len made was satisfying incoherent. He opened his eyes just enough for Sara to see a sliver of blue, then closed them again.

So she did it again.

The noise this time was even rougher. Hands wrapping around her shoulder blades convulsively, nearly spanning her back as he just barely kept his blunt nails from digging into her skin, Len tightened his arms. He stretched against her, and oh holy hells, maybe that was a bad idea. Sara dragged in a rough breath herself, attempting to keep herself from wrapping her legs around him, then tried to find her voice again.

“Len,” she said raggedly. “You don’t have court clothes here. You have…”

There was that glimpse of blue again, beneath lashes, just a flash. And that…that jerk smirked at her!

“Well,” he purred. It was definitely a purr. “Guess I can’t go.”

Sara narrowed her eyes at him. “Leonard…”

“Ah, it’s ‘Leonard’ now, is it?” Abruptly, he ducked his head and kissed her, deeply, soundly. Sara gave in, moving convulsively against him, moving her own hands to go flat against his lower back, pressing him closer.

Given their activities of last night, the ones that had led to Len staying there where he probably shouldn’t have, neither one of them is precisely clothed. OK, they’re not clothed at all. And it doesn’t take much, not so much at all, for her to squirm around underneath him, pulling him on top of her, and…

He was definitely going to be late.

Leonard was, quite technically, late to his first Council meeting. He sauntered into the palace room as if he wasn’t, though, looking remarkably well-put-together, he thought, for someone who’d borrowed the Assassins Guild’s fastest horse, been chased by guards on his way here (until Barry had called them off—he’s going to hear about that later) and had a hasty wash-up in his rooms before pulling on the spare court outfit there.

To his amusement, Rip wasn’t there yet—which meant, of course, that Len was only technically late. The smirk on his face grew as he made his way to an empty seat, hearing the talk in the room pause briefly. Well, so far, they’ve dealt with Harrison, Sara, and Martin in the new Guild seat. They’ll manage with him.

He’d forgotten, however, that his role as the head of the Thieves Guild wasn’t the reason they were staring. Or, at least, not the only reason.

Although he was abruptly recalled to it when he heard someone whisper “Druce.”

And then “time stone.”

And then “resurrected.” Uttered in a tone of utter reverence.

Len turned his head casually toward the last speaker, a young man from the Declan family. The fellow colored as he saw Len’s gaze, but didn’t look away and…ah, hell, what was he going to do with a Council member with a bona fide hero worship case/crush on him?

He wasn’t the only one staring either. Not all, or most, of the looks were like that, thank gods, but there was also wonder, awe, fear. He was the man who vanished into time and came back, and although he didn’t remember a damned thing about it (except maybe in his dreams), apparently the tale had made an impression.

But then Rip swept in to the room, looking a bit harried as usual, Gideon trailing serenely in his wake, and the Council members stood. And Len decided to leave it be. For now.

Sara wasn’t unhappy that she got to have a slightly more relaxed morning, although after Len’s hasty departure she’d still chosen to get out of bed, washing and dressing and having a semi-leisurely breakfast before letting the apprentice at the door know she was available.

She also had a few scheduled appointments, with people who wanted to contract a member of the Guild. The first was a major “no” nearly immediately, as it became clear that the intense man with the abrupt manner wanted someone to eliminate the man who’d married the woman he “loved.” Sara ascertained quickly that the woman had married the other man willingly, even happily, and turned the would-be patron down flat with a warning—and then dumped him out on his ear when he’d reacted badly. That’d been fun.

The next appointment had been with a high-end jeweler who wanted to hire particularly lethal-looking protection for the opening of his new shop in the noble district. Sara took a shine to him, and they’d quickly hashed out a contract for two members of the Guild, to be chosen by her.

And then there was the third. The quiet woman, well dressed and wearing a ring betokening her mastery in the Artisans Guild, told Sara that her former spouse was effectively stalking her and her two daughters, terrifying the girls and saying he was going to take them away, warning people away from her business of making and selling handwoven shawls with false claims of poor quality, and threatening her with death or worse whenever he could find her without witnesses.

The Guard had warned him multiple times and posted a detail outside her shop, but they couldn’t be everywhere…and while they could and had taken him into custody before, they couldn’t hold him forever. Not unless he did something more…at which point it could be rather too late.

Sara would do further investigation first, of course, but she was already inclined to take the contract the other woman, desperately, delicately, offered. Perhaps personally.

“No woman should ever suffer at the hands of men,” she told Master Anna seriously. “Come back in a few days. And we’ll talk again.”

After all that, she spent an hour or so continuing in her project to renovate Darhk’s former quarters, with the eager apprentice Sin helping her haul out the things she deemed safe enough and setting aside any items she wanted to have a representative of the Mages Guild check first before disposing of. Sara was just considering a dagger she’d found in an oddly elaborate box, found in a hidden compartment in the closet, when she glanced up at a noise at the door.

She climbed to her feet immediately, smiling, setting the box aside. “Amaya!”

The other woman smiled and happily accepted Sara’s hug. “Oh, come on. It hasn’t been that long!”

“Well, it feels like it.” Once Sara had settled into the Assassins Guild, her friend had decided to take a set of rooms off Guild row and investigate the other Guilds, trying to find where she fit in in this new environment. She had been spending a great deal of time with Len’s old friend and second in the Thieves Guild, Mick, but the big man rather notably hadn’t been mentioning her lately and Sara hadn’t seen her in her own visits to that Guild hall.

She paused, studying Amaya, who was wearing her traditional Zambesi garb today and looking amused and curious. “Are you and Mick…”

“Ah.” The other woman glanced away. “I haven’t seen him. Recently. Is he…well?”

“Well enough, from what I’ve seen.” Sara regarded her a moment longer. “The historian?” she said with a sigh. “Is that it?”

Raymond Palmer A’Stella, the head of the city Artificers Guild, had introduced Sara and Amaya to his friend Nathaniel, the city historian and an instructor at the University, when they’d been trying to learn more about Zaman Druce in the aftermath of…of the Oculus incident. Sara had noticed that her friend and the historian had hit it off, but she’d been rather distracted herself at the time…and Mick and Amaya, she’d thought, had been approaching something, although Sara herself hadn’t had the heart to inspect it too closely at the time.

Amaya smiled at her, but her expression seemed uncertain, a bit. “He’s a good man.”

“I’m sure, but…” Sara let her voice train off. “As long as you’re happy.” Amaya still seemed uncertain, though, and Sara decided to change the subject. “I think I need a break.” She brushed off her tunic, smiling at her friend. “How about some lunch?”

Amaya seemed a little relieved. “That would be lovely. There’s a new place near city center that’s actually supposed to have some Zambesi-inspired dishes. Would you be willing…”

“Sounds great.” Sara turned and saw Sin, sitting on the floor surrounded by discarded papers and watching them wide-eyed. “Sin? Would you like to come with us?” She smiled at the girl as Sin bounded to her feet. “A thank you for all you’re helping me with.”

“Really? I can?” The girl looked ecstatic, then clearly tried to regain her calm. “I may, I’d like to very much, Master Assassin. If that is OK.”

“I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.” Sara briefly wondered if the Council meeting had let out yet, then smirked to herself, imagining Len’s reaction if it hadn’t. “OK, ladies. Let’s go.”

The Council meeting lasted far longer than even Len had feared. He’d hoped, with the old Council gone, that things were going to be a little less…well, long. Drawn-out. Combative.

Well, they weren’t really the last. But the newcomers wanted to talk about everything, including ways to make sure a Druce situation didn’t happen again. And new rules. Lots of rules.

So. Many. Rules.

With a sigh, Leonard walked back into the Guild hall, nodding to the apprentice there…and nearly walking right into the man who rose from one of the armchairs in the entry chamber.

“Greetings,” the man said smoothly. “I’m looking for Guild Master Leonard Snart.”

Len buried the flinch he felt. “I don’t use that name,” he told the stranger, knowing that his tone was a little harsh. “Just Leonard A’Centralis. And you are?”

The other man, brown-haired and fairly unremarkable, gave him a thin smile. “Eobard Thawne.” He paused, as if Leonard should know the name, then continued. “I knew your father, once. And…”

But Leonard had held up a hand. He had a feeling this was a conversation he wanted to move to his office. Anything involving Lewis tended to be. “Let’s take this elsewhere.” He motioned toward the stairs. “Follow me, please.”

Eobard—Leonard hadn’t missed that he hadn’t provided a patrial—did so amenably enough, and once they were there, he declined to take a seat, watching Leonard closely. So, Leonard did the same, standing, considering him.

“Lewis has been gone a while,” he told the other man, trying to keep his own distaste out of his voice. “And I will admit, I’ve never heard of you. I’m not sure if I can help you.”

Eobard gave him another one of those bland smiles. “I understand that he is now…deceased,” he said. “But…my associates…and I are looking for a talented thief, and I understand that you are, to all accounts, far better than he.” He tilted his head. “So. Are you interested in a job?”

Leonard gave him a thin smile in return. “Not that interested in anything Lewis was, personally,” he drawled. “But you want to tell me more about it, perhaps I can find someone who will fit your needs.”

The other man’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t lose that bland smile. “We shall see,” he said after a moment. “I’d hoped to keep this just between us.” A shrug. “Well, then, I think before I make any further requests, I need to look into another piece of the puzzle.” He paused. “Is the Assassins Guild still down the row? The red brick building?”

All the alarms went off in Leonard’s head.

“It is,” he said promptly, hiding them. “But I don’t think they have appointment hours today.” They did and he knew it, but if he could just stall this oddly unsettling man a little longer, they’d be over. And he could warn Sara first. He considered Thawne thoughtfully as the man frowned.

Sara could deal with things herself. Len knew that. But that didn’t mean he was that inclined to ignore the ripple of instinctive alarm that this Thawne caused in him.

“You know, I think I need more information before I can truly turn down the job myself, if it’s that important,” he said before the other man turned away, layering cold confidence and utterly justifiable ego into his voice. “I am the best. But the price would have to be worth it.”

Thawne’s expression changed again. It became almost smug, as though he figured he had Leonard hooked for reasons he hadn’t revealed yet.

“Oh, it is,” he said simply, stepping back toward one of the chairs. “Shall we talk?”

Lunch, with its Zambesi spices, was pleasantly hot, and while Sara had to get poor Sin an additional carafe of water (or two) after even her milder meal, they all enjoyed it. Sara and Amaya, still catching up, decided to go for a stroll in the marketplace after, watching Sin go from stall to stall while eagerly looking at all the wares.

“I don’t know,” Amaya was saying, smiling as she watched the girl looking wide-eyed at a mask-makers stall. “I thought about joining the Mages Guild, but it’s just not the same…the same sort of magic, not really.” She touched the totem at her throat. “Still, I’m intrigued about the work they’re doing there. And there’s not a true Warriors Guild here. There’s the army and the Triple Guard…and the Assassins Guild, which really does need a new name, you know.”

Sara smiled a little, thoughtfully. “I’ve thought about it. You’re really right; it’s not what we really do. A holdover, really, from when the League started the Guild…” She laughed as Amaya turned to her, eyes wide. “Ah, you didn’t know that, did you? Most people don’t. Many years ago, in this very city. Then it spread.” She shook her head. “But the connection’s not really there any more, not in most cases. And, well, that’s not all or even most of what the Guild does anymore.”

Amaya raised both eyebrows but smiled and didn’t ask. “That’s true. Well, I’ve been at the University a lot too, lately, reading in the library, which is how I met Nate again, and…well.”

“It’s Nate, is it?” Sara tried to keep her thoughts from showing. She liked Mick. “Well, if he makes you happy.”

“He does.” But Amaya’s smile didn’t seem to meet her eyes this time and she shrugged, stopping to look at a mask herself, a lioness worked in rich brown and golden leather. “How’s Leonard?”

“Well.” Sara knew the smile on her own face might be a little foolish, but that was OK. She reached out to run a fingertip along the smooth surface of a mask that had caught her eye, a white falcon with black-edged feathers, fierce-looking and beautiful. “He’s well. Although he filled in at his first Council meeting today and he wasn’t all that happy about that.”

“Ouch.” Amaya chuckled. “Yeah, I can see that. How…”

But Sara had looked away at that moment, toward a flicker of motion that had somehow caught her eye, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw what seemed to be a familiar set of features.

It couldn’t be.

Still, she started that way, needing to know, needing to know if her mind was playing a particularly dirty trick on her, if this particular ghost of her past was still a ghost or if it was all too real.

She heard Amaya ask a question, heard Sin’s voice rise, but Sara was already gone, pushing through the crowd, chasing the figure in black. It stayed just ahead of her, and she thought he…it…was gone a few times, but she kept going, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart and the questions she couldn’t avoid.

And then she burst into an open area, saw a dark figure to her right, and turned that way…and there he was, right on the shore of the canal that wound its way through the city, looking as casual as if he’d been waiting for her.

“Well, well.” Malcolm Merlyn smirked at her, leaning against a tree, looking unsurprised. “If it isn’t the woman who wouldn’t stay dead.”

Sara glanced behind herself involuntarily, but Amaya and Sin hadn’t caught up to her yet, and she looked back around to glare at Malcolm. “What the hell are you doing here?”

The dark-haired man continued to smirk at her. “I’m here with a…a colleague, of sorts,” he said, studying Sara. “Though I guess I should warn him off his visit to the Assassins Guild.” He nodded to the emblem she wore openly. “I’m guessing Damien is dead. Pity.”

Sara didn’t dignify it with an answer, taking a step closer. “You’re not welcome here, Malcolm.”

Merlyn shrugged. “Oh, but I am. I’m on business.”

“And you were responsible for a large number of deaths in Stella, not all that long ago. I’m sure the Guard would be very interested to know that,” Sara shot back. “As would the king.”

The man lifted his eyebrows dramatically. “Oh, does little Sara have friends in high places these days? Interesting.” He shrugged again. “Well, I know plenty about you as well. I suggest that you hold your tongue. And I’ll do the same. M’kay?”

Sara took in a quick breath, but then she heard “Sara!” from behind her. She spun, seeing Amaya and Sin round the corner, heading in her direction.

“We completely lost track of you,” Amaya said, studying her as she came to a halt. “What were you doing?”

Sara turned back around…but she was too late.

Malcolm Merlyn was gone.

“I saw...a ghost,” she told them numbly, staring at the place where he’d stood. “Just a ghost.”

#nemesis #five cities #captain canary #Sara x Leonard #arrowverse

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moralesbynature-blog · 6 years ago

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Wake Up!!

‘Aahhh’, I awake in a sweaty panic. Breathing fast and heavy, I look over at my alarm clock on my nightstand, two hours before it would've gone off. What am I supposed to do now? There is no way I can get back to sleep, not after the nightmare I just had. I sit up on the edge of my bed, trying to calm my heart and catch my breath, before I start my normal morning routine. ‘Damn, that was some crazy dream’, I say as I force myself up to get the day started. I drag my still sleepy and trembling body all across my small studio apartment, stopping first at the bathroom, and then the kitchen slash living room. I open the fridge and immediately remember that thing I tried to force myself to remember yesterday before coming home for the night. ‘You idiot,’ I grumbled out loud, as I closed my empty fridge. I guess I can go out for breakfast, it has been such a long time since I have treated myself, and besides I have plenty of spare time now. A quick Google search of the nearest open diner, and I was on my way. Only a quick 15 minute bike ride and I'll be deep in pancake heaven, and hopefully the horrible dream, no terrifying nightmare would be well behind me.

The city seemed so different this early in the morning, there's no traffic, car or foot. Except for the waitress, a cook and some old guy, the diner was completely empty. I don't know if it was because of my nightmare or not but, this guy was really giving me a weird vibe. His head was tilted a bit but, I can tell he was staring at me. Even through his thick black sunglasses, I felt his gaze. The waitress came by and placed a glass of ice water on the table, before asking me if I needed more time with the menu. I smiled at her and said no, I can order now. She flipped to what I believe to be a new page in her order booklet. I found it weird as to how many pages she had to go through. Could it've really been that busy this early in the morning, or does she not bother to waste time ripping out the pages. I didn't realise how much time I was wasting wondering about something so trivial, until the sounds of the waitress clearing her throat filled my ears. I looked up at her and smile, ‘sorry’, I pushed out as she smiled politely and ready herself to take my order. ‘Three pancakes, four strips of bacon, two over medium eggs and crispy hashbrowns’, my all time favorite meal, I figured I deserved it after that hellish dream. After she finished taking my order, she grabbed the menu and walked away. I looked around, and found myself in awe. From the outside looking in, you wouldn't expect much from this small place. It is actually quite wonderful. There's a homey feel to it, like your mother would come walking down the stairs at any minute, asking if you got your homework done. I felt as if my dog Arthur would be begging to be let in at any minute.

As I was caught up in the decor of the diner my eyes unknowingly settled on the the other customer. I grinned awkwardly and quickly looked away, just in time to see the waitress walking up with food. No way it could be mine, it hasn't even been seven minutes. It has to be the other guy's. I turn my head to look out the window, when I heard the sound of ceramic hitting the table. I turn to see my smiling waitress placing down my order, first the pancakes, then the bacon and eggs, and last the hashbrowns. ‘Sorry it took so long, I'm just starting to’, and she turned to look me right in the eyes, ‘wake up’. I thought to myself she must be kidding, this is the fastest I've ever received food. ‘No problem’, I said to her as she smiled and walked away. I picked up my knife and as I dug in, I couldn't believe my senses, this has to be the best food I have ever eaten in my life. Every single bite, seemed to be better than the last. The pancakes were moist, soft, and fluffy, the bacon, nice and thick. The eggs perfectly runny, and buttery, and the hashbrowns, crisped to perfection. As quickly as the food arrived it was gone. The waitress came by, almost the second after I finished gorging myself. ‘You look a thousand times better, you must have really needed this.’ She said as she cleared the table. I must've have looked troubled when I arrived here. ‘There's nothing a good breakfast can't fix’, she smiled and walked away. The other guy in the diner started to move for the first time, since I've been here. He stood up and reached over his table to pick up his hat and newspaper. He then started to leave, one foot after another. His footsteps filled the quiet diner, as he made his way to the exit. He stopped right in front of me, ‘There is nothing like a good meal, that helps one,’ and looks straight at me, ‘wake up’, he flashed a smile at me and continued to the door. It was weird, because I not sure if I seen the waitress go over to his table, or even if he ate anything for that matter. I looked at the time, and I figured I had more than 30 minutes before I needed to get to work. I turned to wave down the waitress, and before I could get my hand up, there she was standing right beside me. ‘Um, the check’, I spat out. ‘Oh there is no need for that, the gentleman that just left, paid for everything’, she smiled and left for the last time. I felt like a complete ass, here I was judging this nice man. I got up and headed to work.

I arrived with 15 minutes to spare, and to my surprise my best friend Claire was already there, this was not like her at all, we used to joke that she'll be late to her own funeral. I put my bag on the back of my chair, and said to her ‘Oh wow, I must be dreaming, you are never on time’. She smiled, ‘Well maybe you are, and you should’, and she turned to me, ‘wake up Jim’. She stood up, with enough speed and force to throw her chair more than a few feet behind her. She grabbed me by my shoulders and shock me violently, shouting wake up Jim, wake up. The room started spinning, my head was pounding, as Claire, the waitress and the old guy all started to scream wake up!

I jumped up, sweat pouring down my face, my side is burning with this crazy intense pain. The room I was in was dark, and there was a smell of mold and rust in the air, a smell so overwhelming, I could taste it. The only thing I can hear are whispers for me to wake up. ‘Ugh, where am I?’ I managed to get out, trying to get to my feet, only to hit my head on something metal. I quickly realized I was in a cage, much too small for me to stand, or do much of anything for that matter. ‘Well, what happened?’ I squinted in the darkness trying to find where Claire's voice was coming from. Everything slowly started coming back to me. ‘What did they do to you’ she squealed out. ‘I-I don't know, ahh, but my side really hurts.’ ‘I'm scared Jim, I'm so scared’, she called out. ‘You were gone for some long, I didn't think you would ever coming back.’ Her words echoed in my head over and over again. Then it hit me, just like that, this was the dream. I must have never gotten up, I just got to find a way to wake up. That's it, I started slapping my already pounding head, telling myself to wake up, that this is all a dream. I can hear Claire through my chant saying it's not a dream, that it is really happening, and we need to figure away out if this. I couldn't expect what she was saying, there was no way that any of this was real. So I just kept chanting. Someone bursted through the door, and a blinding light filled the room. I started to hear footsteps as I strained my eyes to get some kind of idea as to where I am. Just as my eyes started to adjust, I looked over in Claire's direction and saw just before the room was blanketed in darkness again, something that looked like Claire, but couldn't possibly be her. I shouted out what happened to your arms! I started to panic, curling up into a ball, I cried out this isn't happening.

Loud screams soon filled the room. Louder than my cries, louder than Claire's shouting. The door flew open again. I felt the figure making his way towards me. Being far on the other side of the room the door closed before he got to me. The room grew quiet, as I tried to find where the figure had gone. Before I could, I felt a sharp pain in my neck, and my entire body went numb. The figure begun to open my cage, I could hear Claire calling out to me, but I couldn't speak back to here. The figure slumped me over his shoulder and carried me off. A short walk later he threw me down on a metal table. This room was different from the last. It was extremely clean, and the smell was gone. I tried to look around, but I was unable to move my head, only my eyes. All I could see were white fluorescent lights, and some kind of monitor. A deep booming voice said to me, ‘Shall we begin?’ and the monitor switched on. I look and to my horror it was me that I was looking at. What in the Hell is going on here? That's when he walked into view. He was a mountain of a man, covered in white and with far too many blood stains from head to toe. ‘Enjoy the show’, he said with a chuckle. He pulled out a scalpel, and moved in towards my chest. ‘Don't worry, you won't feel a thing’, I tired to fight, but whatever he gave me, was strong. The scalpel pierced my skin, as he dragged it down to my bellybutton. Blood oozed out and down the sides of my body, to the table. It was like some kind of a sick car crash. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't look away.I stared at the monitor, both terrified and concerned as to what he was doing. He peeled my skin back revealing my ribs, lungs, and heart. My eyes started to water, even though I couldn't feel them, I know tears were falling down my face. He put down the scalpel, and picked up a black sack that seemed tiny in his hand but quite large when compared to my body. He stuff the sack inside me, in the area where my side was hurting when I woke up. He walked away to grab a needle and thread, so he can attach this foreign object, to replace my kidney. So many thoughts filled my mind, including where my kidney is, when did he take it and what is the slack, he just put in my body. It felt like hours, but whatever he has done to me was finally over. I couldn't help but feel relieved as he cut the thread that sealed my body shut. He stuffed his hand underneath me to carry me back to my cage. Only a moment past by when there was a loud bang of crashing metal, that made him drop me onto a different table. My body met the cold metal with a thud. As I lay there waiting for my tormentor to return, it dawned on me, this table is cold. I wasn't able to feel anything until now. Maybe the shot is wearing off, and maybe just maybe I can escape. With every but of force I could muster I propped myself up on the table and looked around the room, and there they were my keys to freedom. Laying on a countertop only a few feet away, were syringes with what I am praying to be the same thing he gave me. I threw myself into the floor hoping I don't open my freshly closed stitches, and dragged myself up to the countertop, I stole two of the syringes and made my way back to the the table. ‘Now I wait’, I said out loud.

It was no time at all before he returned, under the impression that I was still sedated, he picked me and threw me over his shoulder. Now is the time to strike, I lifted my hand up and stabbed him right in the neck. Before he could realize what happened, it was already too late, he let out a roar as his body collapsed under him. We hit the ground with a tremendous force, that shook the room. Before I left I hit him with two more syringes to be on the safe side, and I sluggishly made my way to an exit.

Nearly an hour I walked clueless as to where I was going, or even if I was ever going to find a way out. That's when I saw it, a big set of doors, with a beam of light shining through. Freedom, my body was overcome with warmth, as I thought to myself this nightmare is finally over. Once outside it didn't take long for people to notice a naked man wondering the streets. The police were quick on the scene, I told them what happened and guided them to the building, where Claire and the others were before passing out in the back of an ambulance.

I woke up to the sound of a heart monitor beeping, and the smell of a clean hospital room. My eyes opened slow, so that I can adjust to the light. I called out for anyone that would hear, it didn't take long for a nurse to hear me, he came in with a smile, ‘You are a real hero. Three whole days you were out, I was beginning to think you were never going to’, and he looked right at me, ‘wake up’. My body went cold, as all the sound left the room. I look at him, ‘wh-what did you say?’ My heart rate increase, causing the monitor to beep faster. The nurse placed a hand on my shoulder, ‘you have to calm down, don’t worry you are safe now.’ He smiled and left the room, nodding to a police officer as he left. ‘Where's Claire’, I asked. ‘She's sleeping in the ICU, I can take you to her when she gets the strength to’, and the officer looks right at me, ‘wake up’. My heart started to pound again, my head spun around. I pulled on my hair and shouted out not again, oh God not again. Nurses ran into the room, all trying to get me to calm down. ‘Claire! I need to see Claire! Where is she?’ The room grew quiet, as Claire walked into the room. Nurses urged her to sit down, and that she shouldn't be walking around. She assured them that she was fine, and sat on the edge of the bed. She looked me right in the eyes. ‘Jim’, she said with a smiled, and pushing my hair out of my face with her hands, ‘You need to wake up.’

#short story #horror #fictional

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setsunatama3 · 5 years ago

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Chapter 11: revelations and the match

Ruby woke up early the next morning hopping out of bed and getting dressed quickly. Giddy about the fight today between naruto and team CRDL. She ran to the team NNPR's room. Using the seal to open the door, she ran down the hall to naruto's room. Bursting through the door, she jumped onto the bed, yelling." good morning, Naruto!"

Only to receive two very feminine shrieks of a surprise when she landed on the bed. She was pushed off the bed by an angry Weiss and shocked Yang. "Uh... Ruby, what are you doing here?" Yang asked, stretching and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Yang, Weiss what are you two doing here this is naruto's room," Ruby replied, posing her own question.

Before the situation could devolve any further. Naruto walked in with a tray with mugs a kettle for coffee and tea. "Uh, what's going on Yang, Ruby?"

After setting the tray on the table, Naruto turned to the group to wait for the answer. After a moment of awkward silence and the girls looking to one another before Yang huffed and spoke up," well I guess that you came to see Naruto right Ruby." getting a tentative nod from the reaper who fidgeted nervously. Ruby Looked to Yang and Weiss than Naruto before pursing her lips, working up the courage to ask.

"Yang, why are you two in Naruto's room?"

Running a hand through her hair, Yang tried to figure out how to explain her relationship to her little sister. Something she honestly did not want to do. "Well, you see the thing is-"

Seeing how Yang was struggling to answer Ruby Naruto, interrupted Yang. "Ruby the truth is that they are dating me."

"Oh, I see," Ruby said.

Seeming to take it well that her sister was in a polyamorous relationship naruto let out a sigh of relief. "well now that that is done I cleaned your clothes, and you can use the shower, and I'll get breakfast ready there is coffee and tea here." naruto then left for the kitchen leaving the girls alone.

Ruby stared at her sister with a stern look in her eyes. As if to determine how serious her sister was about this new relationship they had. Nodding as if she had her answer, she stood and walked out the door after she was done. As she headed to the kitchen thinking that there was a blonde she had to talk to.

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Upon entering the kitchen, ruby got herself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, waiting for the conversation to start. Naruto set the last of the plates on the counter he turned to ruby. "So what do you want to know?"

Looking naruto in the eyes, ruby let herself be severe for the first time in a long time. "this thing you have with my sister are you serious about it? Cause if you aren't then my best friend or not we're going to have problems of the particular violent kind." bearing down on him with her silver gaze as if to say pain is in your imminent future if I don't like your answer.

With her statement, clear naruto had let a chuckle slip. "You should know by now when she wants something she doesn't ask. The girl will just take it. I tried to get her to back down, but I failed. So yes I am serious about her and Weiss." naruto said shrugging.

Walking over to Ruby, he leaned over and whispered into her ear. "honestly, I think that she is using me as an excuse to get what she wants."

Blushing furiously Ruby started to stutter," y-y-you mean this is-"

Nodding naruto said, "yeh this is all her doing to be fair I would have been happy with just her. but I told her about some of my clan traditions, and she came up with this scheme of hers."

"Well, foxy, we do have to maintain your clan traditions since you are the last male. And I do like pretty things. Bye, the way where is Kurama?" Yang said in a sing-song voice as she hopped into his lap and gave him a kiss.

"Ah, he's out helping the little cub become a lion with intense training."

Ruby seeing the interaction between her sister and naruto made a part of her heart clench.

"Honestly, Yang, one would think that you have more manners than this. Weiss said as she sat down at the table. As they ate and made idle chatter while waiting for the others to join before class.

-]|[-

After class, that day Weiss had managed to sneak away pulling Naruto with her. Leading him to the balcony where they started over. "So what's up Weiss," Naruto asked, noticing how closed off and nervous the girl was.

"I really like you, you're the first one to treat me like just another girl. Not the Schnee heiress and that matters to me. I just wanted to let you know that. Ok?"

Naruto gave Weiss a hug as she started to relax in his embrace. He gave her a chaste kiss. "you were never Weiss Schnee next head of the SDC to me, you know. You were Weiss, the brave girl who decided to enter Beacon, not for recognition but to prove to yourself you have what it takes to accomplish your goals. And to me your perfect just the way you are. "

"Weiss, there is something I want to show you." naruto then held her in an embrace. And in a flash of yellow, they disappeared from the roof and reappeared in his room.

Disoriented from the method of travel Weiss stumbled back and fell on his bed. The room felt like it was spinning to her. Weiss made her displeasure known with a mostly toothless threat. "NARUTO! When this room stops spinning, I'm going to skewer you!"

"Well, it was the fastest way to get somewhere. So I can show you something important to me."

Walking over to the wall, he unsealed his family scroll and told her his tale.

"So your really old practically immortal the last of your clan. Which forces you in your old world to marry multiple women to try and save your clan. And you told Yang about this, and the first thing she does is try and get you a harem."

"Well, Weiss when you put it like that it sounds like this is just an excuse for her to start her own harem."

Weiss then walked over to the seven swords looking at them. "so are you going to use any of these in your match today?"

With a snort, naruto answered with, "Nah, I won't need those for those jokers."

Naruto walked over to Weiss. And held her in his arms as she rested her head in the crook of his neck. "You better win naruto I would hate for you to miss our date tonight."

Naruto then let her go and grabbed his pouch and holster strapped them on. Weiss then tugged on his collar to pull him down and kissed him. "for luck."

The two then headed out of the room to the battle arena.

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There was quite the crowd in the stands. At the stadium as the rumors had spread. And have come to see one of Beacon's rising stars. Naruto was joined by teams NNPR, SLVR, RWBY, AACM as they headed into the entrance to the arena.

Knowing that this 'exhibition' match was nothing more than an excuse to see just how skilled naruto was. Naruto prepared to show only the minimum of his skill.

The group stopped as they made it to the fighters entrance to the main arena

Yang grabbed him by his collar, staring him directly in the eyes. "You better win Naruto." she then kissed him on the cheek then ran head laughing the whole way.

This display caused varied reactions from Ruby's full-body blush to Pyrrha leaking out killing intent.

As they left naruto headed down the hallway to the ring, naruto was stopped by another group. "hey your Naruto right." a smaller girl in fashionable clothing call out to him.

"Yeah, that's me."

Noticing the girl, he helped the other day naruto gave a wave. "The name is Coco we of team CFVY would like to thank you for standing up for our adorable bunny."

"Coco!" the bunny girl whined.

"Anyway this is velvet, Coco said smacking the girl on her ass. Making her jump and stumble in front of naruto." come on, Vel, do what we came here for." Coco yelled at the girl.

"umm... iwaswonderingifyouwouldtradescrollnumberswithme!" velvet blurted out all at once.

With an Exasperated sigh, Coco decided that she would help out her bunny. "Our bunny is a bit shy; I believe she meant to ask for your scroll number."

Nodding emphatically the very shy velvet couldn't help but agree.after trading numbers naruto started to finish his walk down the tunnel. Before the upperclassmen left his hearing range, he heard, "damn he has a fine ass. Vel you should hurry up and steal him or I will." "Coco!" The shy girl shrieked. "what maybe he likes chocolate-covered bunnies cause I'm willing to share." one of the boys on team CFVY groned. "great you made her faint again." Naruto was unable to hear the rest of the conversation over the crowd.

He stepped onto the stage just as the Glynda spoke. "This exhibition match is between Naruto Uzumaki and team CRDL." looking to naruto and CRDL she did the customary ready check. "Mr.uzumaki are you ready? Team CRDL are you ready? And getting the conformations from both. "Ready begin!"

Naruto just stood there looking bored as ever. Infuriated by the lack of anything from the blonde Cardin tried to taunt him. "well well well boys, it looks like the filthy animal lover is too scared to fight."

Letting out a sigh, Naruto knew that anything he would do just draws more attention to himself. Putting him in a rather foul mood. "fine, I'll show just a bit." naruto grumbled to himself.

And like that his entire posture changed. As he drew a kunai. He threw it into the center of there formation. Then with speed, he hadn't displayed before he disappeared.

Desperately looking around for the blonde menace Cardin began to think that this was a horrible mistake and that they should have just taken their punishment and been done with it. That was his line of thought until he felt a searing pain in his side when said blonde reappeared delivering a right hook into his left flank. Sending him a reasonable distance out of the formation.

It was no surprise that the others reacted quickly Dove and sky were the first to respond. Dove shifted his sword into its gun form leveling a shot at naruto as sky swung his halberd in a horizontal arc.when naruto dropped to the floor retrieving his kunai and wrapping a length of wire around doves leg. As Dove shot sky in the chest.

The members in the audience stunned at how he was leading the other team around." yeah Naruto break their legs," Nora cheered.

"I knew he was good for a first-year, but this is rather impressive," Coco commented from there seats.

With a lunge Russel overextended himself in his attempt to strike Naruto, he had an arm bound by a wire connecting him to Dove. With a tug of the cable, the connected two stumbled. And where off balance. The pair were thrown with the use of his semblance. Russel was pinned to the floor by a thrown kunai. Dove managed to cut the wire as he was pulled along sliding back from the force.

Dove quickly went about freeing Russel. Cardin now taking this fight more seriously than before started to bark out his orders. "surround him! Dove, Russ flank him from the rear sky we take him from the front.

Seeing the smirk on Naruto's face, Sarada began to panic, "uh oh, he's smirking."

"Why is it bad when he starts to smirk," Yang asked.

"It usually means he's about to do something either incredibly stupid or dangerous maybe both," Sarada said in reply.

As team CRDL closed in, he sighed at how lackluster this fight has been so far. Deciding to end the battle here and embarrass Cardin all in one go.he got into a stance of the Uzumaki clan taijutsu he developed over the years. Without looking, he slipped into doves guard redirecting his sword and delivering fist to his chest, imparting his chakra into the boy at the brief contact.

The specialty of the Uzumaki might have been sealing arts. But through looking at their sister clan they Hyuga he made the Uzumaki Uzuken is meant for breaking bones, tearing flesh and destroying Tenketsu. Using the aspects of his clan that they were known for vast amounts of chakra and vitality. In this case, with Aura bruising four ribs and shattering his Aura.

…

"Did you guys just see that he just took out Dove in one blow," Ruby exclaimed.

"Yeah," Yang sighed with a look of lust in her eyes and a goofy grin.

"Damn dove is down Russ, Sky fall back!" Cardin yelled as they immediately backed off.

Letting out a sigh and scratching the back of his head, "man I hate being the bully here. But if you won't come to me, then I'll just come to you." and with a grin, he started to run towards them and just before he got into their range he disappeared from sight.

Then next thing sky felt was pain, unimaginable pain when he was blindsided by an upper-cut to his jaw and was out like a light too as he flipped ass over teakettle.

Trying to respond to the assault of their teammate Russell broke the impromptu formation. Rushing in an attempt to strike Naruto from his back.

Ready for this strike naruto intoned to himself "Shinra Tensei," forcing the two flying back near the edge of the arena. Not giving rustle the time to respond naruto lifted a hand and thrust Russell out of the ring without any preamble. In the same motion, he pulled Cardin in for a close-line, dropping him to the ground. Next, to the kunai, he had thrown at the start of the fight.

Leaning over Cardin as he applied more force with the Shinra-Tensei and drained his Aura slowly. "Submit now," naruto said in a curt tone that brooked no argument. Truly disappointed in the performance of the team. They were so weak that he couldn't even have a bit of fun. By enacting his grand plan. Before he could get an answer, the match was called by Glynda," the winner is Naruto Uzumaki."

Disappointed at how pointless this match was he just grabbed his kunai and walked off to the locker room.

…

" well at least it wasn't dangerous," Sarada said as she lamented to herself that he showed too much of his hand.

"Wow, that was so awesome right, Yang," Ruby cheered. Looking around for her missing sister who was just there a minute ago." hey have you guys seen Yang?" unbeknownst to their group of friends she had snuck off to get herself some Naruto time. Pyrrha however upon noticing the missing blonde had gripped the railing so hard that it started to creak and they began to step away." Really then I think we should go find her." Pyrrha said with the iciest of smiles on.

-]|[-

Grinning to herself as she snuck into the locker room, she made it to the showers where naruto was. Quickly taking off her clothes, she jumped into his back in the shower." way to go Foxy! I think you deserve a reward."

"Yang, you need to behave. I don't mind you being here, but the others will be here in about 15 to 20 minutes depending on foot traffic."

Pouting at not getting the reaction she wanted, she chose to get more aggressive. With a grin, the blonde beauty began Rubbing her breast on Naruto's back, as she started to reach lower. "if you want me to behave you're going to have to make me."

Grabbing her hand, he spun around and pinned her to the wall of the stall. "if that is what you desire naughty girl." he whispered in her ear.sending pleasant shivers down her spine in response

Naruto dragged her out to a bench sitting her down there. And placed a palm on her head channeling a seal onto her with his chakra he then put his hand on the floor channeling chakra there as well. When she tried to move, she found that she was unable to move. He walked back to his shower to finish.

She started to panic when their friends walked in early. And she was unable to move completely naked. Her heart beating a fast rhythm in her chest. Nipples getting harder with each passing moment even when they walked right by her. And the puddle she made on the floor with the juices running down her thighs. From her weeping core.

"That's odd I expected Naruto and Yang to be here," Ruby said.

"Maybe we just missed them we should try the dorm."

Letting out a breath as somehow had not noticed her starkers she couldn't help but thank whatever gods there were. Despite the thrill, she had from her exposure. Until fingers ran up her back. Making her jump only to flail pointlessly and fall face first. Picking her back up, naruto bent her over his knee. "so are you ready for your punishment, Yang? my dear naughty girl."

She let out a squeak. But before she could even answer, Naruto had given her a hard smack to her rear. Her heart started to race at the thrill letting out another squeal at another blow. She felt herself getting wet by the third spank and she cum really hard on the fifth spank as he started to rub her weeping pussy. By the seventh, she came to the realization that she enjoyed getting spanked as he probed her depths. Even if she wasn't ready for more than kissing and petting yet as he added another finger. And then he started to play with her little bud. After the fifteenth blow, her mind was blank. And she was continually cumming with a goofy grin on her face as he fingered her between each spank. After the twenty-fifth, she only had three things on her mind As she passed out. How much she loved him and soon she would be ready. How good he made her feel. And she can't wait to play with others like this.

With their playtime over. Naruto picked up his beautiful dragon and took her into a shower with a bench. Where he started to clean her and heal the welts on her rear with his yang chakra.

When Yang came too, she awoke to the sensation of running water on her back, and what felt like the best massage she ever felt. Her thighs and back and rear felt especially good as the rough hands passed over her. She let out a groan of approval when he hit a particular sweet spot, and she shuddered. "well, it looks like my naughty girl is awake." naruto said as he rubbed another sweet spot making her shudder more.

Not wanting to part with naruto but knowing that it was time for him to go as she shuddered again and let out another groan." hmmm… if you keep this up your going to miss your date, you should go. Just remember I'm next kay?" she said with a smile. "Of course, Yang."

Struggling to prop herself up to get to her feet once she could feel them once more. Naruto helped her sit up and kissed her before turning off the showerhead and handing her a towel and leaving to dry off and get ready for his date.

As he left her, Yang couldn't help but think to herself." man I'm really a lucky girl. Now if only my legs would work." supporting herself by gripping the rail on shaky legs, she stumbled out of the stall To go get dressed. Giggling to herself about the revelations made today," man I can't believe I got off on spankings and exhibition." as she got dressed. Yang had a pleasant goofy smile all the way to the dorms and never telling anyone why.

#the maelstrom of remnant #naruto #rwby #crossover #fanfiction

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towhomever · 7 years ago

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June 27, 2017

7:06 pm

Now that I’m fully rested from my 3 day weekend I spent with David (Monday was a holiday) I can finally talk about it. We’ve done plenty before going for the homerun, naturally, and seeing as the last person I kissed was 4 years before David, I’ve been – to use the more clinical term – horny. But often times I’d cry after most intense sexual acts done because of the negative stigma from the Southeast-Asian culture of saving it til’ marriage and because of the sexual abuse I suffered as a child I often get confused on whether not David loves me. I’d often get stressed out, that even though he’s assured me countless times and his actions obviously are evidence enough to his feelings towards me being more than merely carnal. Afterwards especially when he has to go home after we spent the weekend, I typically have difficulty coping with the feeling of being abandoned. I’m aware of how unhealthy it is and he offered to use his insurance to find a psychologist for me to speak with and I selfishly accused his kindness as a means to not deal with me. I’ve upset him countless times to the point of tears because of accusing him of malicious intentions when in fact all he’s ever done was help me.

Room 1119

We rented a place close to my house, a condominium unit for 3 days and 2 nights. It’s called Wind residences and the unit was perfect for a couple. All amenities were provided: 1 bedroom with a queen sized bed, a kitchen with a stove, a bathroom with an over head shower, and a quaint enough living area with a flat screen TV all for Php 3,200 total. It was a really nice place since there was a pool area and restaurants outside. The first night, David’s co-worker wanted to go drinking with us so we decided to buy some 3 bottles of beer and drink at Twin Lakes. Since it was my hometown, I knew where all the great spots were. I suggested twin lakes because it over-looks two lakes. Living on a mountain really provides a calming scene with fresh air and a chill just cool enough to fall in love in. I spoke a bit with his co-worker, apparently on he and his co-worker, Mark, were loyal to their girlfriends in the office. He was talking David up but it wasn’t anything I already knew. I eventually got sleepy and tired since it was 2 am and we called it a night and went back to Wind residences. Mark and his family lived in tower 3, whilst the condo we were renting for the weekend was at tower 4.

When we got home, we automatically went to bed and I crawled on top of him. We began kissing passionately and I started taking off my clothes and his. He stopped me when I tried inserting him inside. I told him I was ready but he pulled me off of him and kissed me. “No, Kat. Not like this.” I tried convincing him that I was in the right mind because I wasn’t too tipsy but he just lay me down kissed my forehead telling me “I don’t mind waiting whenever you’re ready” and I kissed him and reached down and said I was. Seeing as how it was futile, he let me do what I wanted and simply made sure that I wouldn’t go further than we already have. He finished me off with his hand and kissed me as I finished. I was moaning into his mouth and eventually grew tired. I always feel so spent when he finishes me off. It’s never felt this good before. I decided to return the favour and go down on him before we fell asleep.

I woke at around 5 am because my stomach was aching. I cried again, telling him that I was confused about things again, and as usual he embraced me until I calmed down. I started hyperventilating and crying into his chest because I felt like he deserved better than me, that he deserved someone normal. “What’s the fun in someone’s who’s normal. I love how weird you are, and whatever else about you that isn’t normal, I love.” I was too tired to say anything else so I fell asleep in his arms.

When we woke the next day, we did as we always did. I’ve spent more nights than I can count with him on the weekends where I’d pretend I need to do work for my organization and he’d pick me up from UPLB and bring me to his place. I’d always wake up to his cock pressing against my butt. I’d push my butt against it to wake him up completely and he’d begin dry humping me, then he’d reach his hand up my butt and under my shorts and always smile at how wet I was. He also loved going down on me. He’d always smile at me as he’d take off my underwear and kiss his way up my thighs.

We went to eat lunch at Kenny Rogers by the amusement park Sky Ranch. We kept laughing and I told him more stories of when I was in highschool as usual. One in particular was about the time when Maira, Kate, and I began slapping each other outside the classroom because of a dispute involving this book series that the two of them had read and were asking me to read.

Since we hadn’t eaten anything since the day before, we were definitely famished at this point. It was around 2: 30 in the afternoon when our meal finally arrived and we dug in like animals. Eventually David had a hankering for more rice so he went to 7eleven which was only 8 meters from the restaurant, to get extra rice at a cheaper price. As it happened, the waiter served me our sides and apologized for how late the order took. I thanked him anyway and said that it was perfectly alright since our main course was on time, when the waiter asked if David was my boyfriend. I smiled and said yes. “Oh…” he smiled back looking disappointed. When David came back I told him about what had happened and he chuckled and started bragging aloud “That’s right. MY girlfriend.”

We went swimming later that day at the Wind Residences pool. There weren’t as much people and I was worried about the lightning in the distance, but eventually the sky cleared out. David didn’t know how to swim so I tried teaching him what I knew but he really wouldn’t have it. There was an old man smiling at us as I started competing with David on who could swim to the other side of the pool the fastest. Every time I beat him the old man chuckled.

As the day progressed, he began shivering since the wind had set in. The place was called wind residences for a reason. And more and more people started coming into the pool. The Philippines is the only place where people would rather swim at night than morning so as to avoid getting a tan. I wanted to go out whilst the sun was at its peak to get a nice tan before leaving for Canada on July 7.

As the pool started to get more and more crowded, David went to move our things from the bench on the far end closer to the other corner of the pool that we’ve decided to hold off. While he was away these 4 guys came into the pool with their abs and all. They all were looking at me and it was awfully intimidating. I was likely flattered that I would catch the attention of these four handsome men but then I worried that there may be another uncomfortable conversation where I’d have to politely reject someone again. One of them was approaching me when David came around the pool and put our things at the edge, closer to where we were.

When David got into the water I immediately held his hand and the other guy awkwardly glanced at us then backed away. Since he seemed to get the message I gently smiled then turned to face David. I began talking about the usual things with him when he noticed the other guys looking. He kept staring back at them and muttered to me sarcastically “Yeah, keep looking.” I told him to pay them no mind but he was certainly annoyed at how much this one guy kept looking back at me. I was worried they’d start a fight so whenever I knew the guy was looking I’d try to distract David by going closer to him or by telling him to spread his legs so I could swim under them. Eventually we had to go to the lavatory, so I asked David to go first so he could hand me the towel when he comes back so I can quickly hide my body. I’m not too confident about my stretch marks so I typically am very reluctant to go swimming even if I enjoy it. As I got out, it just so happened that the guy who was staring at me more than usual got into the pool. I hadn’t even noticed he left, and there was a moment of eye contact. He smiled at me, and I politely smiled back before making my way to the lavatory. I glanced back at him and saw him staring at my ass. I decided to pay it no mind. Once I had finished at the bathroom, I noticed how plump my butt looked and felt more confident. I suppose the exercises paid off a bit.

After wading for a bit more in the pool, we decided to go upstairs to shower and dry off. Once we were dry and did more stuff in the shower and later on on the bed before going out to buy dinner at the grocery close by. The entire time I would be texting my brother to be sure my parents weren’t around. When my brother texted us the whereabouts of my parents and that we were safe to go on, we quickly rushed to the Robinsons Supermarket a block from the condominium area.

We bought bacon and rice for dinner, and chips and ice cream for dessert. We disputed over what to eat and went back and forth to 7eleven multiple times, but even when we were debating on what to eat for dinner, I’ve never had more fun.

Earlier that day we had passed a couple on the way up to our room from the pool. He was an American, Californian judging by his accent, with blonde long hair along with a Filipina with dark skin, big boobs, and so on. The usual couple stereotype in the country is that Filipina bimbos typically go for the foreign man because they expect they have plenty money. More often than not, it is true because the Filipina doesn’t even speak a word of English and it’s more than obvious what they’re doing together. The moment we stepped off the elevator I whispered to David, “We both know what they’re going to be doing later.” Little did we know, we’d be doing the exact same thing.

I mean, we’ve covered all the bases except the home run, since I was particular on saving it for marriage. I was convinced I would never be ready til’ then and it would be more socially approved of in this culture. But so far since meeting David I found that plans fall in and out and sometimes the best things that happen were never really planned. Such a simple concept that’s been spit out as wisdom all over the internet, and yet you never really will know how true something is until it happens to you.

Once we got to our room, room 1119 on the 11th floor of tower 4, I kicked of my shoes, ditched the shorts, and started fixing up the place for dinner. David took out the pan and placed it on the electric stove and I began unwrapping the groceries. We plugged the electric stove in and it didn’t seem to be working. David decided to test if the outlet worked by plugging his phone in, and it didn’t. I went over to the circuit breaker to check which ones were off. Since the switch marked outlets was on I supposed it could have been a different sort of outlet, perhaps the electric stove was only meant for a voltage of 110, and since the outlets in this country are 220 it would be natural for a condominium unit that accommodates foreigners would have outlets that have a voltage of 110. Since cellular devices and laptops can adapt to either voltage I asked David to keep his phone plugged while I flipped the switched. Eventually his phone vibrated and indicated that it was charging, and I had found the switch. “I love how smart you are” David then kissed me before fixing the rest of the things we bought. I then realized we forgot to buy soda so I asked if David to go down to 7 eleven and buy some. He was embracing me from behind at this point, when he grabbed my butt firmly and kissed me before going out to get soda. I finished cooking the bacon and then fried a cup of rice for David. I set the table and placed his laptop on the table so we could watch whatever movie we’d decide on when he gets back, and for the mean time I left Community playing in the background as I started soaking the dishes so it would be easier to wash the next day.

When he got back, I directed him to the table and started setting more things on it like our dessert and the drinks when he embraced and kissed me, thanking me for dinner. We sat down and started watching Neighbors 2. When it got to the scene describing how sororities weren’t allowed to host parties but fraternities were forcing them to party with them and how fraternity parties are very sexist. I laughed at the scene when Zac Efron realized how sexist fraternity parties were and then apologized. But the whole movie was basically a satirical display of society. So David and I were laughing about how honest the movie actually was because it depicted actual issues in reality. Like how men in our generation do not mean to be sexist and only realize that they are when its pointed out, and how they have nothing to do but apologize for it even though it isn’t necessarily their fault: They were just born into that sort of culture also because women allow to be treated as such, especially women in the standard sorority. There was also a scene of where they mentioned the reality that when a man loses his virginity it is glorified whilst when a woman does it is looked down upon when out of the confines of marriage. I told David then that when my daughter loses hers, so long as she is above 18 and is fully aware of the process and is a responsible enough young woman, that we’d go celebrate. David said that since he’s the father it would be awkward for him but he’d be happy for her. And I concur that if my son were to lose it I can’t exactly celebrate with him either, but I’d be happy for him. We then changed the movie to Superbad. The movie was hilarious, and halfway through we moved to the bedroom where we ate ice cream and chips while cuddling in the dark. It was the perfect set up. It was essentially how I’d spend every night of my life if I could. When we finished eating sometimes we’d find ourselves kissing, softly at first then it quickly turns into a feverish and passionate kiss where he’d hold the small of my back pulling me closer to him. Often when we’d break out of the kiss I’d be disappointed since I’d expect more. There were other times where we’d break away from the kiss laughing because Jonah Hill’s character would say something awkward and funny like yelling pussy repeatedly.

Once the movie was over, it was nearing 2 in the morning. I started getting sleepy and I was surprised David was so awake, since he typically falls asleep before I do. I then remembered he had coffee while we were waiting for my brother to text me the whereabouts of my parents earlier. He wanted to watch another movie and I decided to stay up since I wouldn’t see him for 3 weeks when I’m in Canada.

He put on the movie Split and we cuddled again. Halfway through we began kissing again passionately, it was even more passionate than before because we were relaxed and it was well within the night with the moon high in the sky and the city mapped before us outside the full length windows of the bedroom. I carefully climbed on top of him as the temperature rose. As I pulled my loose shorts to the side I tried sliding him into me, when he stopped me and gently pushed me off of him. “What are you doing?” I kissed him again trying to signal to him that I was ready. He stopped me again. I was still on top of him when we went back to watching the movie. He noticed I was a tad unresponsive and he asked what was wrong. “It’s clear I want you more than you want me. It just upsets me is all.” He then sat quietly staring at the computer screen. He looked hurt and relatively catatonic. I asked him what was wrong. He didn’t responding. I then asked if it was something I did; he shook his head no. I asked if it was something I said and he gently nodded. Tears began forming in his eyes and a wave of compassion and guilt hit me and I tried questioning. “Isn’t it true?” He shook his head no. I realized how selfish I was being. I paused the movie, “I’m sorry. I’m getting confused again. Please tell me so I understand.” He buried his face into my shoulder. I could feel the tears seeping through my shirt when he went to explain, “I just don’t want you to get stressed out. I don’t want to hurt you.” My heart leapt out, and I held him tight. He gently pushed me off of him and sat at the edge of the bed staring out into the lights of the cars passing far below us in the distance. He was trying to compose himself when I crawled over to him and embraced him. He fell into my embrace with his whole body rested against mine as we sat in tangled in each other.

“This is the perfect place to live. I’d want to live here with you some day; where we could see out into the suburban city, what with the sun setting over the hills, and the trees covering a side of the road. You’re everything to me. You’re my lover, my friend: My partner. I know you love me, and I hope you know I love you.” We kissed again when he moved over me. He then sat against the duvet and finished the movie. Once it was over I climbed above him. We were kissing feverishly again when he stopped me. I told him “It’s okay.” He then looked me in the eye declaring “It’s not. The stress is obviously not good for you. You’ve been getting gastritis and crying a lot after I leave for work.” I kiss him again and tell him I wasn’t going to I even declared “Sunday, June 26, 2017, 4 am: I lose my virginity.” to prove that I was certain about this. We’d kiss and he’d tell me to stop, and I’d say I won’t get stressed afterwards and that I won’t regret it. Then he reminded me of the promise I asked of him, where I told him that no matter how much I begged for him that I would regret it the next day. He said he wasn’t going to break it; that he doesn’t break promises. To which I held his face gently in my hands, “I was wrong to make you promise that you would make sure that I stay a virgin until we get married. It isn’t your responsibility. I am responsible for myself and my actions as you are responsible for your own. I think I’m ready.” He then argues, “No, you’re not. You always say that and any time we go further you get stressed.” I then tell him “It’s okay it would be my own fault.” And he grabs my hands and firmly tells me “I don’t care. I don’t want you to do this to yourself. Your health is more important.” I looked him in the eyes and smiled. I held his hands. “Listen to me. I’m ready. I won’t regret this because I know that you love me and I love you. Even if I happen to regret it in the morning, which is unlikely, if you just tell me you love me, I will be alright.”

Once I said that, and he could see the certainty in my eyes, he kissed me. He put his arm around me and kissed me passionately. He hesitated and I looked him in the eyes again then I kissed him saying “I love you.” We kissed further and he held the back of my head in his right hand, controlling me. He pulled me in closer and deepened the kiss. I started tugging at my shorts when he slid his hands down to help me. I knelt up so it would be easier to remove and he kicked off his boxers. He held himself upright at my entrance as I carefully slid myself onto him. The sensation caused the hair on my body to stand on end and I threw my head back and closed my eyes to savour the sensation. It didn’t hurt as I expected, it fit perfectly. Considering that the first few weeks he’d only insert a finger, then 2, and now this – it felt so perfect. I moved my his forward and backward slowly and the sensation wouldn’t stop. My senses were all heightened, and he was my main focus. He tightened his hold on me and kissed at my neck. He whispered “I love you” into my ear as I picked up the pace. What with the thick curtains drawn and only the translucent curtains shielding the light from the moon and the calm city over us, the scene was gentle. He bucked up his hips to go further into me and I moaned louder. He often told me he loved the way I moaned, that it wasn’t actually loud, that it was breathy, sweet, and sensual; that it was angelic. As he held me tighter, closing the last few inched of our body together, I remembered him telling me that I was sacred to him. He was carefully looking at me, assisting my movements over him so I’d react more; and I remembered when I asked him once “Why do you always stare at me when you go down on me or finger me?” and he’d state matter-of-factly “Because I’m admiring you: Worshipping you.” I finished over him, and typically I try to control how much I finish because I often wet the bed but he always encourages me to. He whispers in a deep voice “Cum for me” over and over in my ear until I do. He then kisses me so as to collect my moans in his mouth. When he was closed he quickly carried me off of him. Instinctively, I took the towel from the side table which we typically use to wipe his cum off his stomach, my hands, or my back and lay it gently over his stomach anticipating where it would end up. Luckily I put the towel up and caught the streams that flew over. He spent himself and all I could think of was how badly I’d wish for that inside me, but of course we’re not ready for children just yet. He kissed me and I whispered with a smile, giggling at the thought “You took my virginity.” He smiled and told me he loved me, and I said it back. Even though he was finished, he wanted to finish me off a second time. He went over me and gently placed his fingers inside me. He kissed me as I started rubbing my clit. I began moaning into his neck as he watched me finish all over his hand. He smiled as he brought his hand up, separating his fingers it revealed my cum webbed from one finger to the other. He chuckled before kissing me again. I lay down facing away from the window with his left arm as a pillow and his right arm draped over my waist and tucked under me. The blanket was pulled up to our hips and we drifted asleep.

We woke at around 7 in the morning and made love again. This time more feverishly. He pulled me up so I was on all fours and gently slid inside me. Eventually I lay on my front because I was tied and he readjusted. He kissed my forehead before sliding back into me. He then started going deeper and harder at a reasonable pace and I swear someone would’ve heard us. He finished on my back and kissed my head. I was spent. He had made me finish countless times. He would always kiss my forehead whilst taking me from behind and I’d turn my head so our lips could meet over my shoulder. It always felt splendid with him.

I woke up happy. I didn’t feel as different as I’d expected. I felt the same. I felt like the exact same person except more confident. I felt like a woman and for once I didn’t take it to mean weak. I was sharing this revelation with him and I quickly picked up my phone to check if my parents needed me home yet, and I messaged Mica the update. She obviously freaked out and wanted to know more so I told her most of it. While so David went to pour me a bowl of cereal and brought it to me in bed. Since I was busy texting he’d just feed it to me so he could take a few bites himself. Eventually he finished the bowl and went to pour me another. I kissed him, we took a shower, then started watching Whiplash while waiting for my parents to reply and for check out time at 10: 30.

I arrived at home and my parents left 2 hours later. Once we were in the clear I snuck David into the house right under the nose of my worker and my sister. Eventually I told my sister and held her to the sibling code. I was convincing David to make love to me again but he was reluctant since we’ve only been pulling out and he didn’t want any pregnancy scares. Then I told him I was tired of having to convince him to make love to me and that maybe we shouldn’t make love at all if that were the case to which he held me. “It’s just that I don’t want you to not get what you want. I know you want to be an engineer and take further studies and so on, and I don’t want you to end up having a baby when you aren’t ready.” We’ve had this talk before, and I told him that I would never consider an abortion even if I wasn’t ready. I think of the child not as a mistake but as a gift. Maybe we’d made a mistake in terms of timing but the child itself would never be a mistake, I would love that child regardless. I didn’t want a pregnancy scare anymore either, even though he’s never really finished inside me. We don’t even put our fingers inside if cum had gone in contact with it. We also researched and found that precum is actually just to clear the urethra of urine for safe passage of sperm, and that precum would only contain sperm if the man had ejaculated before then and hadn’t urinated since, leaving residual sperm in the urethra that would mix with the precum. He’s always urinated before anything sexual. He’s very responsible which is one of the reasons why I love him, even when he gets swept by his urged he manages to still control at least where he finishes.

We ended up showering again because while he was waiting for my parents to leave he was stuck in his car and he got awfully sweaty. Since I was helping prepare lunch earlier I too was awfully warm. While we were in the shower and things were getting exciting again I ruined the moment with my clumsiness my accidentally dropping the bar of soap right over his fully erect penis. His face contorted and he looked in absolute pain and both he and I couldn’t help but laugh at how that moment turned out horribly. After he recovered we tried again but he was firm in not wanting another pregnancy scare. I cried for a bit at the overwhelming moment of it all and we embraced each other for a good half hour with the water pouring over our backs. We cleaned up and dried up before heading back upstairs to my room to finally finish watching Whiplash. We talked a bit more on the message behind the story, as usual before we started kissing again. I bargained only for his fingers but eventually he wanted more when I said to change positions from missionary to being bent over the bed. I was surprised he was lasting much longer and my legs were growing numb so I asked to be on top. I went over him and made sure every inch of him was deep within me, and once I was sure I moved my hips forward then backward and after a few moments he carried me off of him and came on my thigh.

The worker had left moments after we got out of the shower so it was safe for David to leave without anyone knowing. When he left I cried a bit more seeing as I was so tired and missed him dearly already but I got on with the chores. He called once he arrived home. I told him that since he had work the next day he needn’t call, that he could go right to bed. To which he said “No. That’s our thing. No matter how tired we are, we call each other and tell the other how our day went. It’s been that way for 6 months.” We fell asleep over the phone and that brings me to today.

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