#underneath a nightlight at 3 am

[incorrectguardians]

On Otulissa, and her similarities to the villains.

I don’t have to go into why she’s such a loved character, I could gush so much about Otulissa just in general, any day of the week, but there’s something curious about her growth and development throughout the series. 

Otulissa is a very fun character, because she very much, more often than not, acts as a foil to the major and sometimes minor villains. Most notably to The Striga and Gemma, yet surprisingly, also to Nyra.

While I wouldn’t go so far as to call Otulissa and Nyra foils, they are connected and quite similar, Otulissa is the one who gave Nyra her scar, after all.

Here, so:

Nyra’s a very vengeful and vindictive owl, she’s named after an ancient tradition of Nyrolian Owls, and takes pride in it, reminding everyone of it when she can. 

She believes that violence is the only way to achieve what she wants. Violence and conquering, to achieve full and total control of the owl kingdoms. 

She loved Kludd cause he was the only one who could match her, they could create a powerful union together, and bring the Pure Ones to a new era. They were perfect for each other, complimented each other. 

That sounds a little familiar, doesn’t it? At its core at least.

While I would not call Otulissa a vengeful owl as in that she believes in an “eye for an eye,” but she is vindictive as in, how to put it…

It’s partly due to the fact that Otulissa and the rest were only just ‘grown’ when the first whispers of the Pure Ones arose, they still had so much left to learn. The scar she gave Nyra was during the first official battle she ever fought, and it was out of revenge. Nyra had just killed her beloved mentor, Strix Struma. 

Otulissa has a very strong sense of what is right, and what is wrong. When she feels she has been wronged, she’ll do whatever she can to make it right. This does lead to spats, disagreements, this can lead to violence. She's demonstrated moments of rage and anger when she has been wronged, but it’s not because she believes in an eye for an eye. 

Otulissa is a very traditional name for a female spotted owl in the Northern Kingdoms, a mark of very distinguished heritage, and she takes a lot of pride in that fact. 

But Otulissa is not from the Northern Kingdoms, she knew that her ancestors came from there to the south at some point (evidenced by the discovery of her beloved Strix Emerilla), but she’d barely have an idea of how many generations separate her from that era. Otulissa was born and grew up in the Southern Kingdoms. She was also orphaned very young, like the rest, it’s likely she only knew the tip of the iceberg regarding her family (added to what Audrey may have told her). Everything she knows about them is from her own research. She wanted to be just like her distinguished predecessors. 

Nyra, however, is from the Northern Kingdoms, and she’s similarly named after an ancient tradition that spans back centuries, maybe even before the time of the legends. She carries the name of that first, ancient, Nyra. She also takes a lot of pride in that fact, naming her son after the same tradition. Nyra is just like her predecessors, born on the night of an eclipse, but she uses that power for evil. In comparison to Otulissa, she knows her heritage, grew up at her roots. She also describes herself as a very practical owl, much like Otulissa.

Regardless, Nyra thought she was better than everyone else. 

But in Otulissa’s case, if her peers only thought that Otulissa thought that she was better than everyone else, it didn’t matter. Because whether or not she, at some point, actually believed so, very soon her and everyone else were going to get a shock that made them stop believing that. You can thank the Pure Ones. 

There’s a dangerous slope there, between what is simply just pride in one’s heritage, and the great evil that Nyra was threatening. 

Everyone is going through their own struggles, everyone is just like everyone else. Otulissa just needed to learn how to live with it. 

Even so, Otulissa puts quite a bit of emphasis on this heritage of hers, something that I cannot accurately claim is unique to her, but is definitely brought to attention more through her than anyone else. 

This gives her a contrast to other characters we meet, who are often instead proof that it is not someone’s origin that matters, it’s their actions that count. While Otulissa still knows this, she struggles with it at times, and is shown to be close minded, calling Soren treasonous when he had refused to train Skench and Sproon in The Burning. 

When she met Cleve, she grew interested, they were much alike, he was perfect, such a distinguished gentleman, in her eyes. Like Nyra, It certainly felt like another match made in Glaumora (well, Hagsmire for Kludd and Nyra). 

Otulissa was shocked to find out that he was a pacifist. Because he was a prince with such an illustrious history! From a long line of warriors! From the same hollow Strix Emerilla came from! For Glaux’s sake! 

If Nyra were here, she would have spat at something and called him a coward, yeepish, etc etc. 

Otulissa? Otulissa did not say any of those things out loud.

She’s instead just, extremely confused. Because why wouldn’t she be. For one, she’s from The Great Tree, she’s been growing up and learning how to fight. At the moment she met Cleve in The Burning, she’s coming into her own, preparing for a war strategy that she came up with, that she knows is vital to stopping the Pure Ones and vanquishing the evil. She knows that there would be no simply talking to them, that there would be no ‘negotiating for peace’ with the Pure Ones, that war is the only option. 

And for another, Cleve is from an aristocratic family that is drenched in a history of warfare. Otulissa herself is very proud of the weathertrixes in her own family. She doesn’t understand why he would still choose to be a pacifist, isn’t he proud?

On the other hand, a Nyrolian owl is always destined for great things. To Nyra’s credit, conquering the owl kingdoms believing it is their Glaux-given right as Barn Owls, is a ‘great’ thing indeed (Even if horrific). In fact, in her eyes, the only great thing worth striving for. As a Nyrolian Owl, shouldn’t her own son agree? Be striving for it as well?

But… back to Otulissa, if there’s one thing she’s been learning to do so far, it’s how to open her mind. So she and Cleve begin to understand one another, even if their differences are vast.

And then when Coryn, the son of Nyra, came to the Beyond and met Otulissa. It was part of a continuous lesson she’s been learning, that heritage doesn’t have to mean anything to you if you don’t want it to, and it dictates nothing.

It’s what you do with it, whether it’s in spite of, or with respect to, or in defiance of it, that matters from start to finish. 

Gemma was the creator of the Guardians of the Guardians of the Ember, so otherwise, she’s not a major villain. There’s a bit of foreshadowing at the beginning of The Golden Tree, where she constantly mentioned Ezylryb and how she shares a kinship with him because they were both Whiskered Screeches. Trying to claim things about him that were completely incorrect, of course everyone in the moment who knew him personally had something to say about it. But again, it sounds familiar. 

You could say that Gemma started out the same way as Otulissa, not knowing who she was, relying on how others similar to her, who came before her, were like. Gemma never knew her heritage face to face, neither did Otulissa, she likely read about it, just like Otulissa. 

Like Otulissa, Gemma has a strong sense of what is right in her eyes, and what is wrong. But Gemma didn’t care whether or not what she was saying was factually correct or not, she was okay with lying as a means to getting her way. Because, according to Gemma, if she’s just like her ancestors, then clearly her ancestors were just like her and believed the same things she did. Otulissa however, all she did was read, read, read, and read, searching for what was fact and separating it from what was false. Otulissa leaves very little to assumptions, and further still has very little patience for what’s fictional. 

However, I’m not sure if anyone tried to help Gemma or not, because it’s clear that she’s younger than Otulissa, or at the very least hasn’t been at the Great Tree for as long. But not young in general, because she’s in parliament. 

Yet she remained as she did, and the events of The Golden Tree happened as they did. Gemma did not develop an open mind and instead let herself get consumed by her own fear and ignorance, and Otulissa didn’t. 

Mostly because Otulissa was sitting in jail the entire time.

In general, Otulissa always hated anything and everything that could be considered flashy, vulgar, and completely unnecessary. Always has and won’t budge. No owl would need to wear clothes, that’s an Others thing. Her hollow only needs what is beneficial to her work, and of course, a perch and nest to sleep on. She’ll pursue her own comfort, evidenced by her keeping a coal grate in her hollow in The Hatchling. But she wouldn’t keep anything solely for its aesthetic value, and, when she was younger, actively scorned others when she saw that they did. 

Of course, as an adult, she now mostly begrudges it, accepting that it’s just not for her, and would not deny an owl the right to have them. Even going as far as agreeing to hide Madame Plonk’s teacup for her during The Golden Tree.

Similarly, Otulissa despised joke books because she found them completely vulgar and they taught nothing. She didn’t mind, but could not find herself interested in fiction. She wanted to know what was real and true. But she loved poems and music, because they often reflected things like the writer’s personal life, the state of the world, and the feelings in one's gizzard, and that was real to her. 

Once again, despite her reservations, she would never prevent another owl from reading any sort of book. 

She couldn’t stand it when others would mess around and make unprofessional what an important outing with the chaw was going to be, especially when it’s her own teacher perpetuating and encouraging it. It’s very undignified, nothing like her. 

So when The Striga was welcomed to the Great Tree and began talking about ‘vanity,’ Otulissa, now grown, found that she could agree, to an extent. But what The Striga was suggesting bordered on dangerous. 

At a glance, The Striga assumed that he and Otulissa were very much alike, two birds of a feather, but the feeling was absolutely not mutual. 

When he met Otulissa in the library, The Striga claimed that only the practical studies were free of vanity, that anything else was “anti-glaux,” and that he approved of Otulissa’s choice of book at the moment (a book on atmospheric pressure, by Strix Emerilla, of course). But added on that one should never be too prideful, that pride was another vanity. 

Otulissa was very proud of her ancestors, but was never one who did something for the approval of someone else. Everyone is different, going through their own struggles, just like everyone else. Due to previous events in her life, Otulissa was also instinctually wary of any owl that attempted to preach an ideal Owl World based on quantities of “purity.” Even if The Striga had tried to call it “true owlness.” 

The Striga then attempted to use this encounter to get Otulissa out of the Great Tree, along with the band, but he clearly underestimated her, since she elected to stay behind. The encounter also later gave Otulissa what she needed to make the decision to smuggle books out of the Great Tree, the ones she felt were at risk of disappearing thanks to The Striga. 

Then later, when she lost her eye, she went one step further to separate herself just a little bit more from The Striga’s ideals. With Trader Mags’ help, someone who she historically never got along with, she picked out a rather “jaunty” bandana for herself to wear over the injury. Saying that there was nothing wrong with a bit of vanity. 

I don’t believe that were Otulissa left to her own devices, she’d grow up to be something evil. Likely only just bitter, snooty, stuck-up, and snobbish and a ryb who was a horrible teacher that everyone hated and would celebrate when she died. Much like Dewlap, who I omitted from this analysis because …. I forgot, my bad, because this is long enough as it is.

But she had friends and rybs who taught her as much as she taught them, and instead she grew up to be a, still a bit snooty, ryb whose a great teacher… despite the mixed opinions of her students. 

I just think it’s very interesting that she’s had so many similarities to the villains that seem purposeful. 

Because Otulissa was never something to be fixed, there was never anything wrong with her, she didn’t have to get a new personality. Everything she grew into was something she did herself, she just needed someone to see who she truly was, what she could do.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Hallowtober 2024 Day 3

Sleep Paralysis Demon

Summary: Set in a Modern AU, Reincarnation AU, Ghost AU. At 8 years old, Hiccup has gotten the diagnosis of "sleep paralysis" slapped on him, but he knows the things he sees in his room are real.

Warnings: Mild Gore

Rating: Mature

Words: 641

Prompts: Ghost (Hallowtober), Ghosts (Post-July Break Bingo)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Minor Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Yaaaaaay, I finally get to introduce this new AU of mine!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Sleep paralysis” that’s what the doctor called it. When Hiccup kept complaining about waking up at night seeing things and being so scared that he would find himself unable to move, that was the diagnosis they slapped on his problem.

Sure, on paper it looks right, but when looking up the symptoms online, he can’t help but feel like it doesn’t fit. He can’t move out of fear, that doesn’t mean he can’t move at all. Often enough, when he has these nights, he curls up in a tight ball underneath the covers with his stuffed dragon toy clutched to his chest and then hopes that whatever is in his room disappears. Fear clutching his heart and quietening even his sobs. He can’t call for his father, he never believes him about the monsters in his room.

It’s past 3 am. When Hiccup dares to take a peek over his covers to see if tonight’s thing has left him alone, he spots a woman standing at the foot end of his bed.

She’s entirely black, a palpable shadow and he wants to shriek and cry out for his dad to come save him. She’s dripping on the carpet with a liquid that could almost be blood, so dark with a deeply red tinge to it. It’s all coming from a wound on her abdomen, which almost appears to sever her lower half from her upper half. Despite this, it’s not like either part of her is uselessly flailing about or dragging behind her. Even at his age, he realizes how wrong she looks. From within dark tendrils that should pass for hair, piercing blue eyes stare at him.

Hiccup dives back under the covers with as subtle moves as he can make. Once more, he searches for the stuffed dragon toy to squeeze to his chest, it’s rather large for an 8 year old and looks like they do in the storybooks.

Except it’s missing. Somewhere in the night, before he woke up by the sheer presence of the thing in his room, it fell out of bed and now it’s gone. No way he can reach out and grab it, that means she can grab him!

Hiccup can’t help the tiny shriek when it feels like his covers are being pulled on. It’s because he lost his dragon. He was careless and it fell out of bed and now she’s going to get him. She’s probably going to eat him and his dad will be angry and upset.

He can feel the cold air on his face that all these nightly monsters have, he can feel her eyes burning on his skin. She’s looking right at him. He whimpers, lip trembling, he wants to cry.

When long minutes of nothing pass, Hiccup dares to open his eyes, hoping beyond hope that maybe she disappeared.

Only to find his toy dragon staring him in the face with its friendly little smile.

Hiccup is surprised. But he’s not floating in the air somehow, its in her hand. Dark fingers, nails caked with dried blood that leave no prints on the toy, dig into his back.

Frozen, mind and heart racing, Hiccup simply stares. More minutes pass, until the woman moves. Hiccup whimpers again when she does, but all that happens is that she places it down with him, the dragon’s head on his ear.

Briefly her cold dead skin touches his living warm one and there are images. The sky, an island, a bird-like creature, a man. They make no sense to him.

His hands take the toy and when he looks again, she’s gone. As if released, Hiccup rushes to his knees and turns on his nightlight, a color-changing lava lamp. The woman is nowhere to be found and there is no sign that she was ever there to begin with.

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In Another Universe Part 6

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 7

A/N: y’all are incredible. I hope y’all enjoy this next part!! - C <333

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A rush of July air flows through the apartment that you and Peter share, stirring you awake from your deep slumber. Normally, the glow of the bathroom’s nightlight would be in your eyesight, but as your eyes adjusted you realized the power seemed to be out - greeted by pure darkness as you woke.

Adjusting from underneath the sweat soaked covers, you groan lightly as you turn towards Peter in bed, reaching your hand out towards the same position he’s slept in for the last four months since you’d been living together. Grabbing for his thigh, you realize Peter isn’t there.

Reaching your arm back towards the nightstand, you grab your cellphone - quickly pulling it underneath the covers, clicking to see that it was 3:00 AM.

Witching Hour.

Panic slowly crept in seeing no texts from Peter. If he were on patrol he would have told you, he would have at least left you a note.

Quickly getting out of bed, you start to walk towards the kitchen, convinced Peter had left you a note on the fridge.

Right before you get to the doorway you hear breathing from somewhere in the living room.

Peter. Thank god.

“Sweet boy - why aren’t you in bed? Are you okay?” You ask in a hushed mumble, “Why is the power out?” Now shuffling towards the kitchen, you bend down and grab the first aid kit for Peter out of the medicine cabinet.

You yawn as you noticed that the city seemed busy, sirens everywhere. What had happened?

Just as you go to stand up, you see a figure hovering in front of the opened bay windows.

That is not Peter.

Still crouched behind the counter, you gulp quietly as your heart started to race, realizing Peter was no where to be found. Quickly shifting your eye sight to the refrigerator you see no note, just the picture of the two of you after seeing RENT that one time.

You sit down the first aid kit, your free hand fumbles around on the counter - meeting one of Peter’s web-shooters, snatching it in your clutch as you held it close to your chest. Your heart felt like thunder beating inside of you, trying to assess the situation just like Peter would.

A voice broke the silence.

“He isn’t here to swing in and save you, is he?”

You knew that voice.

“You know, MJ - if I can call you MJ,” the figure spoke, “You sure are a looker. I see why Pete chose you. I’ve been - watching you for so long now I feel as if I’m meeting a celebrity.”

Your stomach churned as you finally connected the dots.

The Green Goblin.

Time seemed to slow down as you kept yourself hidden behind the counter, trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

Chills covered your body as you fought back your fear with tears of anger. You knew why he was there. Harry wanted to kill Peter’s hope, which was Gwen - and now you.

Rage washes over you as you think of Peter’s lost love - what the Green Goblin did to her even after Peter tried to convince him to not take Oscorp’s spider venom.

He was irredeemable.. a murderer. He had hurt Peter continuously over the years since Gwen’s death; now he was there for you.

A low laugh echoed from his lips as he slowly approached you - feeling like his prey as he neared your hiding place behind the counter.

You had a decision to make; will you hide, or will you fight? What would Peter want you to do?

You quickly rise to your bare feet, web-shooter strapped to one wrist, now wielding an avocado covered knife from the sink in the other. Adrenaline flowed through your veins as you stood in front of the hideous man.

“I’m not scared of you,” you snarl, looking him right in the eyes. His low laughs turn to cackles. He paused, “Oh sweetheart, you should be,” he smiled, seeming to study you as you stood in the glow of the moonlight, “Pete sure does pick beautiful women… tenacious women. I’m sure Pete’s told you all about Gw-“

“Shut up!” you growl, “You don’t get to say her name considering you’re the one who killed her.”

“No, sweetheart,” Harry sniffed, “Your spider-boy killed her-“

You shot a web at him, narrowly missing his face. He cackles again, finally close enough to grab you. Shooting another web, you see it hits one of your cookbooks, you lean into the shot - hurling it towards the Green Goblin - hitting him in the back of the head.

Harry was shocked at your scrappiness. Rubbing his head before making eye contact with you again.

“You are a pitiful, small man, Harry. Peter’s told me all about you,” you grit your teeth as you grip the knife in your hand, “Harry, it’s just you and me. Even playing field, right? You like hurting women? Let’s go.”

Keeping your finger hovering over the trigger of the web-shooter, you stood your ground against the murderous man who stood only feet from you, “He will come for me. I know he will.”

Harry just smiled a sharp toothed smile, looking you up and down, caressing your face with the back of his scales hand, “Oh, I have so much more planned for you, dear MJ.”

You scream, shooting the web at the man one last time - hitting him in the jaw. “Come here you stupid woman!” He yells, ripping the web-shooter and knife from your hands. You struggle, kicking and screaming as you fought the man.

“PETER!” Your desperate scream bellowed throughout the apartment, hoping somehow, someway Peter would hear your cries as The Green Goblin bound you. Harry scooped you into his arms before flying you out of the bay window of your apartment.

Harry laughed as the two of you zoomed through the city. Hot tears flowed down your cheeks as his nails dug into your flesh as he clung to your bound body.

“Oh, MJ - I’m sure you’re wondering where our amazing Spider-Man is,” he spoke, almost in a growl as the two of you flew past Oscorp. “Ive had a bit of a dramatic flair lately. So, you and I will be having a little Shakespeare in the Park. Well, I should say Shakespeare in the Clock Tower.”

The life seemed to drain from your body as you recalled Gwen’s story, hoping somehow your story wouldn’t end the same way. Peter couldn’t handle it.

“It’s a bit poetic don’t you think?” Harry asked sarcastically, approaching the empty clock tower. “Our special guest is inside!” Entering in through a large shattered piece of the rounded glass ceiling, he yelled in a singsong voice, “Oh, Peter!”

An unmasked, bloody and bruised Peter started to scream as soon he saw you in Harry’s arms, sobbing as he kept repeating, “No, no, no, please. Not her. Please, Harry. No, no.” He was bound to a beam, it looked like he had a broken leg.

You start to sob as Harry gets lower to the ground, dangling you over his glider before dropping you from roughly ten feet, hitting the ground hard and knocking the breath from your lungs.

Peter screams watching you hit the ground. The veins in his neck start to throb, his face turning red - voice raspy as he screams, “Harry, just kill me if that’s what you want! She hasn’t done anything!”

“She has loved you!” Harry screams, flying at Peter, pointing directly in his face. He directed his pointing at you, shaking his head as he spoke, “I was okay with you wallowing in self-pity all of these years. But then she shows up out of the blue. Ever since this-“ he points at himself. “I will never let you know peace, Peter Parker. I will always take away that which makes you happy.”

“Harry, you did this to yourself,” Peter growls, “All I did was try to stop you from doing this to yourself!”

Harry just laughs, getting face to face with Peter, “You know, Pete… it’s been so much fun watching the two of you live your perfect little life in your perfect little apartment.”

“What?” Peter grits his teeth, glaring at Harry through his eyelashes.

“I see it all. I’ve watched you for months waiting for the perfect time to pounce on you. To ruin your perfect happiness,” He digs his claw into Peter’s chest, “I see her take care of you. I see the things you two do together.” He chuckles as he digs his nail in deeper, “I’ll have to see if MJ does some of those same moves with me.”

Peter bucks at him, trying to break free of the beam he was bound to.

“Oh, fuck off,” You snarl, trying to catch your breath, arms and legs still bound as you attempt to sit up.

Harry zooms up to you, staring you in the eyes before grabbing a hold of your hair, yanking hard on you as he whispered, “I’m going to make you wish you didn’t say that.” Before you know it, Harry’s fist meets your face - your body falls back to the ground.

“Harry! Fucking stop!” Peter screams, his voice almost gone now. He tries to launch himself out of his restrictions, but with one leg broken he wasn’t as strong as he normally was. As you feel the damage done to your face and try to compose yourself in the midst of this chaos, your eyes meet a bag with glowing vials poking out of it.

“Ah!” Harry exclaimed, noticing you had seen his biggest surprise of the evening. “The ever observant MJ, you see what I have planned for you.”

Harry walks back over, grabbing you by the face, landing a kiss on your forehead. Peter screams, “Hey! Hey! Harry! Don’t you fucking touch her!”

Your eyes remain on Peter, imagining what it would be like in five years if you survived the night. Would you be married? Would you have kids? Time stopped as the two of you gazed at each other. Peter looked so tired, he looked worse than you had ever seen him. He tells you all the time that he doesn’t heal like he used to, he has to be in so much pain. His tired eyes watch as you whisper, “I love you.” Tears start to flow down his bruised cheeks as he mouthed, “I love you more.”

Harry wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Peter screams as he digs his heals into the ground pushing against his constraints, gritting his teeth as he felt the pain from his broken leg.

“Be right back Spider-Man!” Harry teases, quickly flying you up to some scaffolding on the clock tower, dropping you off before flying back down to the ground for Peter.

“Do you know what this is, Peter?” Harry smiled, showing the empty vial in his hand. Peter fumed as he tried to break free. “I just injected this into your girlfriend.” He played with the vial, shoving it in Peter’s face, “Do you recognize it? This is spider venom, Pete. Now we see if she becomes a monster, just like me.”

Peter yelled, using all of the might he had left and finally breaking free of his shackles. He started to jump up towards where you lay, completely bypassing Harry.

“Bye-bye for now, Peter,” Harry laughs from below as he flys away, throwing a bomb right below the scaffolding where you lay. “I’ll see you again soon.”

“MJ!” He screams with a raspy voice, shooting a web and launching himself towards you, somehow still able to scale the wall with his good leg. “MJ, baby! Wake up!” His screams are almost mute because of the rasp in his voice. He saw that you were unconscious.

His cries grown louder as he approaches your body, quickly laying his head to your chest - hearing a faint heartbeat. “Atta girl, MJ,” he cries, wrapping you in his strong arms, “You are going to make it baby. I’m taking us home. I’m going to hold you and it’s all going to be okay.”

Peter launched the two of you back down to the ground, wincing as he did. He was so tired. His leg throbbed.

“Come on Peter,” he whispers to himself as he finally reaches the floor of the clock tower, “Come on Spiderman,” he continues, still clinging to you as he ran the both of you out of the building. Peter turned as he fell to the ground with you in his arms, still unconscious as a large explosion went off inside of the clock tower.

“Come on MJ - come on baby girl. Wake up,” his hand cupped your cheek as he sobbed, “you are so strong, MJ. Wake up.”

Peter screams loudly in frustration and readjusts your unconscious body on the grassy ground, starting CPR - hoping for a miracle. He preformed CPR for 15 minutes before he sat back on his heels, bringing you into his arms again - starting to rock you back and forth.

“Please baby,” he mumbles into your neck, “Please, MJ. Don’t leave me please.”

He pulls away, studying your beautiful face in the moonlight, brushing wild hair behind your ear - you looked like an angel.

Peter sobbed as he looked at you, knowing that he was planning to propose this weekend in the park. His heart began to ache in a familiar fashion, exactly like it had when Gwen died. The windy night air whipped around where Peter sat holding you in his arms, the sound of the sirens had finally calmed down. It was quiet. It was peace. The stars shown brightly and the moon was full.

Peter felt for your pulse, detecting no signs of life. He sat in silence as he stared at your lifeless body, feeling more empty then he ever had before.

But then you opened your eyes -

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PART 7

[noritoshiikamo]

nii-chan series! geto suguru x fem!reader tw dc, dubcon, pseudocest, stepsis!reader, pervert geto-nii, somnophilia, penetrative sex, female receiving oral, part of nii-chan series

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- nii-chan series! geto suguru

sugu-nii always comes home late. it’s not like he has any choices after finishing college with his mother dead and your useless father gone in the wind leaving just him and his step-sister together.

he took on a couple of side jobs with his main being an office job so he could put you through your college and paid up the bills. his bartending job paid the most especially on friday night but it meant he had to miss dinner and spending time with you. but for you, he was willing to sacrifice a little.

“i’m home,” he said, tiredly as he removed his shoes. the apartment was quiet and dark except for the small light coming from your bedroom. his brows furrowed as he draped his jacket and bag on the hook. are you still awake? he wondered as he shuffled forward in your room, palm on the door as suguru peeked in. you’re fast asleep on the bed, with the nightlight on. he sighed, you could never sleep with your nightlight off, something you’d picked up since middle school after his mum died.

not that he blamed you when you had to live with a drunken deadbeat father.

the clock struck 3 am. yawning, suguru made his way to the kitchen, peeking underneath the food cover. he couldn’t help but to smile on the note left on the premade food you’d probably gotten from the nearby convenience store. it’s always cheaper after 10 pm, they just wanted to finish today’s stock. don’t forget to remove the lid, the note ended with heart now sat on the fridge door as he sticked the food in the microwave.

he pulled out a beer, gulping half quicker than he could breath before stifling another yawn. soon, suguru was on his 3rd beer, food long gone and he couldn’t wait to lay his head down on the bed. he closed the kitchen light, holding the beer loosely by the neck. but his track halted, he swore he heard a sound coming from your bedroom. repeating himself but instead of peeking in, he walked in and sat gently on the bed carefully not to wake you up. he squinted his eyes.

“i know you’re awake,” suguru snorted, eyeing the figure underneath the blanket. it shifted. you looked up to him with droopy eyes. “you’re late,” your voice came out meekly and hoarse.

your big brother shrugged, placing the beer on your bedside. you shifted as the man pulled off his shirt, not wanting to get in the bed in his alcohol soaked clothes. his jeans came off next and sugu-nii slipped underneath the blanket only in his boxer. “today was good, we had a lot of customers,” he explained, your head resting on his arm while another snaked around your figure. he rested his chin on your shoulder, his long leg draped over yours.

you’re his pillow of the night.

“sleep, it’s late,” he whispered, reaching for the switch for your night light, completely engulfing you both in darkness. with his calm breath and warmth enveloping you, it wasn’t that long until you’d fallen back into your deep sleep. he was still awake however, eyes staring into nothingness as his finger lazily rubbed what he thought was the sharp bone of your elbow.

he had the habit of touching something, typically his pillow, anchoring himself on it as he rubbed his fingers until he’s lost and drowsy and had fallen asleep. it was his form of melatonin. your bone felt slightly weird, his brows furrowed in confusion, but it was working and he was about to fall asleep. that was until a moan escaped your lips when he realised he had been rubbing against your hardening nipple.

suguru startled. not because of the sheer embarrassment of accidentally touching his little sister’s body but the way his body reacted to the moan he had elicited himself by accident.

you aren’t a little girl anymore. it was hard for him to imagine you in the arms of another man, moaning as they touched you. he found the idea nauseating. he met so many men while bartending, watching as they raced to bring a girl home with some even resorting to slipping something into their drinks. he feared the same thing ever happened to you.

he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, chest heaving as his hand now fully clutching on your soft mound. still deep in your sleep, you nuzzled closer into his chest, his eyes widened now that he realised his hardened cock is resting against the valley of your ass.

even with the roughness of his hand, you were still fast asleep. he was torn between waking you up and retreating to the solitude of his bedroom where he could freely pleasure himself or be a pervert and touch himself with you in his arms. he resorted to the later, unable to rack out anything in mind to explain why he has a boner if you’d waken up.

spitting in his palm, his breath quickened as he buried his nose on your shoulder, hand gripping tightly on your breast. with every small huff and whine out of your lips fueled his imagination more. except the girls in his mind started to look more like you than anyone else. he pushed the images away, pumping himself just so he could go back to sleep but his cock refused to cooperate. he wanted something more than just his fist.

maybe-maybe you could help.

with his shaky hand, suguru pushed the blanket off you both and to his surprise, you were just wearing panties underneath the loose shirt. his fingers ghosted over the thin strap, over the soft mound of your pelvic bone and he couldn’t hold off his gasp when he realised you were soaking through your panties. was it from his touch alone? he wondered. he continued to rub the slit slowly over the material, unsure whether he should move forward but you didn’t react. you didn’t even flinch, deep in your sleep. pulling the arm from underneath your head, he sat between your legs, gently caressing your bare thighs as he pried it apart.

it’s not wrong if it’s me, right? he tried to reason with himself as he pushed the panties aside. i could never hurt her, i’m the big brother, he said to himself again as he hovered over your soaked slit.

he took a dive in, tongue first. you tasted sweet, god, he was losing sense as his arms snaked underneath your thighs, pulling you closer as he lapped you up. he licked long stripes along your cunt, slurping up and suckling on the inviting clit. looking up, your eyes were still shut close, your lips ajar as soft moans escaped it. his thumb rested on your clit, moving in circular motion as his tongue moved lower, prodding on your spasming hole.

“sugu-nii."

he stopped his movement when you called for him, the hair on his back stood in fear as he looked up. you were still asleep, hands sprawled haphazardly except you’re moaning for him. were you dreaming of me, imouto, his mind wondered. he continued watching your face contorting in pleasure as his finger continued.

it was adorable to see the drool pooling on the side of your lips, your chest heaving slowly and the little whines. with the free hand, he continued to stroke himself, eyes darting from your face, to your cunt to his cock. seeing your hole gaping, spasming for something sends shivers down his spine. should a finger be enough? his finger traced the hole. bet it felt good to feel your walls clenching hard on his fingers. maybe a tongue, you did taste good.

or maybe just the tip?

he scooted closer, he could almost feel the heat from your loins. gripping the base of his cock, suguru ran the red bulbous tip along your cunt, unable to hold the moan back. with every stroke coating his cock with your arousal, you moaned subconsciously when his tip caught your clit.

“it feels good right?” he cooed underneath his breath, watching your face intently. you were enjoying this as much as he was too, occasionally dropping his name. “in my dream, i must be making you feel so good huh, y/n-chan?” he whispered, his free hand moved to push the shirt off your chest, exposing the breasts underneath.

“don’t you want to make your niisan feel good too?”

“yes,” you mouthed, as if you were answering his question.

“just the tip okay? niisan promise, just the tip,” he groaned, aligning the tip to your opening, before slowly pushing the tip in. you moaned together, even just with the tip in, you were clenching heavily on the sudden intrusion. he stayed still, basking in the pleasure as his thumb generously applied more pleasure on your clit.

sugu-nii doesn’t want to make you feel pain, he wants you to feel nothing but pleasure. until he was sure, he started to nudge slowly, keeping true to his promise as it made up the rest of his length with just a simple stroke of his hand while his tip prodded your inside. with your every moan, fueling him more and more, he started to feel unsatisfied. he was unable to reach for his high. even with your cunt tightening around his tips, the louder whines and your clit pulsating underneath his thumb indicating your natural response to the continuous pleasure- that you had cum on his cock, suguru still couldn’t reach his own orgasm.

sugu-nii wants more.

he realised your creamy white release leaked with every little thrust, it made it almost easy for him to slip in even further. he couldn’t care less by this point as slowly inch by inch of his cock disappeared into your cunt, the remanence of your orgasm leaked out, pooling underneath you. he noticed the fluttering of your eyes as you finally wake up. he leaned forward, trapping you underneath, hands on your wrist as he hushed you.

“niisan, what’s ha-” he cut you off with a kiss as he buried the last inch of him in you. sugu-nii swallowed your cries, hushing as he slipped his tongue between your lips. “it’s okay,” he cooed, between kisses, “it’s okay, niisan’s here. i’ll make you feel good, okay?” you nodded, face unable to hide the discomfort of having his whole length inside of you.

he scattered kisses all over your face, pushing your hair back so he could look down on you better from the sliver of moonlight coming through from the window. his hands moved to engulf your smaller one, lacing it together.

“can i move?” he asked, tracing his lips down to your neck.

“it still hurt,” you whined, gripping his hand tighter, “niisan, make it feel better please.”

who was sugu-nii to ignore your pleading request?

you could only the white of his eyes when he pulled out, curses escaped his trembling lips as he snapped his hips forward. “imouto, you’re so tight,” he moaned, building up his pace, “you never had a cock this big in you before?” he questioned, sitting up, pulling away his hand so he could push your legs down your chest, spreading yourself wider. he loved the way your face warmed up to his lewd questions, as if you weren’t moaning for him in your sleep. you shook your head, hands moving to cover your face as soft moans echoed the room along with your skin slapping together.

“good, don’t let anyone touch you like this okay? only niisan can do this to you, you just have to ask and i’ll fill you up so full,okay?”

you nodded, eyes hazy as you struggled to focus on him. you’re full of pleasure, it felt like it had been going for awhile. it felt like you had gone rounds with sugu-nii. your body trembled as he palmed your chest, rubbing the nubs between his two fingers. he leaned to push your legs further down, his thrusts were faster now. completely dazed and focused on chasing his own high.

who would’ve thought all he needed was a perfect tight cunt to get it going and all he had to do is just look right beside him. your cunt was taking him in well, it was as if it was molded for him. no other girls would feel the same like yours.

you’ll be ruined for other boys, ruined for sugu-nii’s pleasure alone.

“nii-chan, please.”

he smirked, “yes, buttercup, what is it?”

you bit your lower lips, completely embarrassed by the way he looked down on you. you’re a big girl, you can ask for more, why is your lips trembling before you even open your mouth. “s’good, i w-want more,” you whispered, fat tears rolling down on the side of your face.

“you want more?” he cooed, snapping his hips harder, “my little sister wants more of my cock? tsk tsk, what a little slut you are.”

you nodded eagerly, your little hand pulling his up, tongue out as you slipped two digits in your warm mouth. it felt like bricks falling onto him as his little sister sucked on his fingers, his own cock still pumping in and out of your sopping cunt. he could feel the way your tongue molded around your fingers, the squelching of your saliva as you moved to say please with it still in your mouth and your pretty pleading eyes, sugu-nii wants nothing more but to fill you up.

maybe tomorrow he could watch your mouth around his cock, repeating the same lewd movement you’re doing on his fingers. he pulled it out, tracing your bare skin with his soaked finger until he found your neglected clit, flickering it gently. your back arched in response, unaware to him that your body had reached its limit.

“nii-chan, nii-chan, slowly please, please,” you cried out, nails clawing on his wrist.

he squinted his eyes in amusement, “huh, weren’t you begging for more, little sister?”

“i-i know but it’s making me feel like-” you clenched, head thrown back as you cried out unable to continue your words as you “like what, y/n? does it make you wanna cum?” he mocked, chuckling at the way you shriveled underneath his stare, “i’ll make you cum, baby. you’ll cum on my cock and i’ll make sure to fill you up full and until it’s all leaking out. that’s what a slut like you deserve.”

he tightened his grip to your thighs as he slammed forward. your yelp, your moans, your pleas and the loud slapping of the skin all became background noise to sugu-nii. his tips brushed roughly on the spongy wall, ramming against your cervix in such a rush. he felt the your walls clenching and he couldn't help but to smile, you're so close and he'll coax it out of you.

“niisan, i’m cumming, i’m gonna- please, please,” your nails left its crescent marking as you clutched desperately on his chest. he’s not showing any sign of slowing down, with every thrusts, the fingers on your clit circled faster.

“you don’t want to disappoint me right?” he groaned, “be a good sister and cum for me.”

you did.

you came first, lips bleeding as you couldn’t hold back your scream. it felt so good and painful at the same time and sugu-nii didn’t even stop, milking every second of your tight, spasming walls clenching on his length. you could feel his cock throbbing in you. you knew he was about to cum too by the furrow of his forehead and the grip on your thighs. you propped yourself up, running your hand along his chest and boldly around his neck. you know he would feel nothing, your small delicate hand is nothing compared to the grip he has on you but his eyes snapped open. pulling him forward, your lips smashed in a feverish kiss.

“fill me up, niisan, you promised you’ll make me feel so good. ” you begged, with your fingers around his throat.

you gasped when you felt the spurt of warmth in you; sugu-nii had reached his high. his thrust faltered, making sure to empty every single drop of him in you before stopping. he didn’t immediately pull out, struggling to catch a breath. beads of sweat dripped down his face and chest. through his lidded eyes, he realised that the sun had already risen from the window. he fell on your chest, his warm breath tickling your bare chest as you ran your fingers through his hair.

he didn’t remember what happened next as he lulled himself to sleep listening to the rapid thumping of your heartbeat.

what he remembered was waking up in the late evening, drowsy from the alcohol. he has work later tonight at 8pm but he needs to make sure to feed you before leaving for work. his eyes snapped open as he remembered what happened yesterday.

he heard a disagreeing humming and hands on his thighs holding him down. “stay still,” a voice muttered and sugu-nii felt something wet going down his hard cock. he was sure he wasn’t hallucinating when he watched you kneeling between his legs, your lips slowly lowering down on his cock. you noticed that he was fully awake now, eyes widened at the show you’d put on.

“good morning, niisan,” you greeted him chirpily, wiping drools from the side of your lips, “i hope you don’t mind, i was hungry. are we ready for round two?”

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[altagraye]

Big Big Love Part 12

Maia age: 28 

Sam age: 31 

Dean age: 35 

Roslyn age: 3 

"Out there is a fortune waiting to be had  If you think I'll let you go you're mad  You've got another thing comin' " 

-'You've got another thing comin',-Judas Priest. 

Ch 12: You've got another thing comin' 

TW!: Demon- Dean

Maia: 

The next morning I was impossibly sore, my bruises displaying themselves in black and blue. I slept through most of the day and by nightfall I was back in bed, feeling the brunt of how this new Dean had treated me. the real dean, wouldn't  leave bruises even in his deepest rut. It was so out of character for him. Dare I say worse than when he took me the night Felix's goons attacked. I took care of Ros as much as I could, and she curled up next to me, feeling that her momma was hurt. I woke again in the middle of the night, to my phone ringing. The caller ID read, Sam and I answered. My voice raw and my mind barely able to comprehend what he was telling me. 

"Maia, listen to me, I have Dean. I'm coming home." I jolted up into a sitting position making me groan.  

"What? Where are we going to keep him?" I asked, shocked that Sam was even able to subdue him. I kept my voice hushed so that I wouldn't wake my pup. Where am I going to keep her? I don't want to let her see Dean like that.  

"I have an idea. Be ready, I'm ten minutes out." He told me before clicking the phone dead. My heart was beating into my ears, fast and hard. I'm not a hunter but I know enough to defend myself from Dean's stories years ago. I needed salt, and I needed to draw a devil's trap underneath Roslyn's bed, quickly. I did that and got dressed in better clothes. I picked Ros up in my arms, she was getting heavier by the month and grew out of her clothes quicker than I could say toddler.  

She rustled and woke as I opened up the door to her bedroom. I set her down in her bed, turned her nightlight on and tucked her in.  

"Hi Baby. you need to stay in your room, okay? no matter what you hear, DO NOT come out of your room, until I say so." I told her, her little face confused and tired, but she nodded and I gave her a kiss on the forehead and closed her door.  Just then Sam came in from the front entrance, dragging Dean behind him forcefully, down the staircase. It was odd, I wanted to support both of them. Part of me wanted to punch Dean in the face in favor of Sam and the other wanted me to set Dean free from those demonic-handcuffs, in favor of him. Two roads converged to one. Two sides of one coin. 

I was staring at both my mates at the same time. Two husbands. This was so strange but it felt, natural in some primal way. Dean noticed me and smiled, flashing his black eyes in my direction. 

"Hiya, M. Saw that condom on the dash. Who's the better knotter?" He asked. Sam rolled his eyes and yanked on the cuffs to keep him walking down to the basement where he sat him in a chair on top of a devils trap. He looked almost normal staring at me, leaned against the shelf of oddities looking him over. Sam went out to gather supplies.  

"What? No-last night was the best time I've had in years?" He tried to small talk me. Maybe to sway me in to getting him out of those cuffs. I only looked at him unable to discern whether or not to tell him off or leave the room. 

"You know, you really make the best little moans when you're passed out. Still gettin' it in. Oof so hot." He said Sam just now coming back in with a small red cooler. Sam took out a syringe of blood. And injected Dean with it. I almost couldn't take it. Seeing my two loves, at war with each other. 

Seeing Dean like this, was torture for me. After grunting like a pained animal from the purified human blood working through his system, he'd opened that mouth of his again. 

"Seriously, I don't think you had as much fun with, Mr. sidelined here. At least I have use of both my arms. You know to hit all the sweet spots." He smiled, his eyes returning to black. I bunched my hands into fists and left the room as Sam through holy water on Dean's face. the recoil to his comment.  I checked on Roslyn's room, making sure she didn't leave and found myself staring at the impala now  moved to her proper resting place in the garage.  

Remembering all the events of the past 24 hours. I've had sex twice, been claimed twice. My palms touched my claims. What is this cruel fate that has become of me? I had heard of polyandry before, in crude omega jokes thrown around by co-workers. But I didn't think it was all that popular and never known anyone who had been through it or done it. Polyandry is to have two or more male mates at the same time. Sam and Dean are mine now, and I'm theirs. How are they not going to rip each other's head's off? They've already had gruesome fights without this predicament. 

why do I have to be such a confusingly complicated mess of an omega? I don't think Sam will hurt Ros, even though she isn't his. Oh gods, does this make him her, I don't know stepfather-uncle? What am I even saying? I sound crazy. The lights in the bunker went out, making me jump. And the red hue of the emergency system override came on.  

This can't be a good sign. Hopefully Roslyn is still asleep, otherwise seeing the Bunker like this would scare her. I came back up from the garage, the red lights went out and the normal lights were back to normal. I was on high alert and walking tentatively, listening to every sound possible. I smelled whiskey in the air near me. Dean must've gotten free. I heard grunting, like something or someone had been defeated. As I went further into the catacombs of hallways, reaching the bedrooms, I had smelled dry-cleaning. Cas? I thought he was out for the count? With not even enough mojo to teleport. I heard the rough shuffling of feet descending back down into the basement. I checked on Roslyn's room. Nothing was disturbed, not one grain of salt moved in the line I made at the base of her closed door. Good, she was listening for now. a door to the electrical room had been demolished from the inside out. And there was a deep hole in the drywall in one of the hallways. A fight had happened. No blood, so my guess is someone was subdued. 

I smelled both intense waves of Pine and Whiskey the further I went down into the basement. My Alphas were in distress. As much as I had been afflicted by Dean's tortuous state earlier I knew I needed to be there, at least have my scent in the room in an attempt to calm him. My heart started to thump chaotically in my chest. I heard the same guttural, animistic grunts from before. Dean was being injected again. His body was fighting it.  

I entered the room, the trap door opened, revealing Dean bound to the chair again. He'd smiled at me, darkly. I went further into the room.  

"What's the matter, strawberry-short-cake? Come back for seconds?" He tried a chance at charming, but I knew better. I straightened my back, I didn't want to look like a victim. I came into the room, Sam to my left and Cas to my right up against the shelf. Sam had put one empty syringe down and grabbed for another. I leaned myself up against the cold concrete wall, Dean to my right. I crossed my arms against my chest, angry and defensive. 

"I was limping, you left bruises Dean." I told him, pointing out his unnatural viciousness from the night before. Normally he'd never think about violating me that way. His way of affection was tender not ruthless. Sure, Sam was rough, but not like the black-eyed-Dean had taken me.  he'd looked at me, his eyes green this time, trying to break my confidence. 

"I don't think it's considered rape if you enjoy it, sweetheart." He raked his tongue across his teeth and lips, remembering how I tasted. Sam offended by Dean's comment shoved the needle into his forearm and emptied its contents into my first love. Listening to Dean being in pain, made me uncomfortable but I knew it had to happen, it was for the better. Dean noticed something in the distance, staring back at him. 

"Peekaboo. Come and give dad a hug. I've missed you, Roslyn." He said motioning his hands outward to try and act more innocent. A coercion tactic easy for a child to accept. At first i had ignored it thinking he was tricking me. But when i heard her little scared voice I flung myself out of the room to go after her. 

"Daddy?" She questioned. My heels making firm contact with the ground, Sam armed with another syringe jammed it into his thigh, through the material of his jeans, more grunts. He was still fighting to hold onto his demonic side.  

I grabbed Ros up and stormed out of the basement, up the small flight of stairs to the level where the bedrooms where and too her back to her room. The salt line disturbed, her door ajar. I was upset, and scared to death. I don't know that this new Dean would have been able to control himself if she got out earlier. I cradled her face in my hands. 

"What did I tell you?! Stay inside. DO NOT come out until I say! Stay here until I come and get you." I told her raising my voice. She started to cry, I hated to see her upset, but I needed her to be safe. I sat her down on her bed and tucked her in again. Leaving the room and heading back into the torture zone.  

I saw yet another needle jab into flesh, the last one. I swallowed hard. What if it didn't work? What if this demon thing was so deeply a part of him that if you got rid of that, he'd just die, again? I put my hand over my left claim, dean's. My hands were trembling. If I lose any of my love's now. I'd die. Dean's head lolled forward, passed out from all the injections. he lifted it slow, revealing obsidian staring back, deep and unwavering like a black hole. Sam armed himself with a holy water flask and Cas, an angel blade. It can't end like this, not when I just got you back. You stubborn fool, fight for me. I fought for you. My breath hitched when I saw the onyx dissipate from his eyes like fanned smoke. Did it work? 

Still in a state of delirium, Dean managed to joke, "You look worried, fellas." His green eyes, lush like wild forest ferns. He looked at me with deep-set sadness.  

"Maia? I'm so sorry." He hung  his head, heavy with guilt. It really was over, not once did he apologize for last night when he was in full-blown demon mode. My feet lead me over to him, with fury bridled passion. My emotions culminating like angry storm clouds. I slapped his sand-papered cheek, sending his jaw to the left. I didn't give him time to react, cradling his cheekbones in my palms, bringing him in for a kiss that I so desired. Something genuine, something not laced with lust.  

Sam got him out of his bindings. We ascended to the main part of the Bunker. All of us looked like we'd just come back from intense battle. In a way we had. I sat in the middle, Dean to my left and Sam to my right. Cas sat across from us, staring back at us with a peaked curiosity. I set my head down on the cold surface of the mapped table, my head resting in the middle of the North Atlantic ocean. The mark on my wrist was prominent and dark. I stared at it. It was peculiarly beautiful. I traced the lines with my index finger and sighed. What does this mean? I remembered Dean had gotten it too, when he claimed me. Having a sudden burst of energy, I grabbed at Dean's hand to look at his wrist.  

I set it down on the table and set mine next to it. Sam held his out too, he'd gotten it too. It was the same swirling pattern, like a rush of currents converging into one. Three strokes curling at the ends and three dots in the empty space next to those.  

"Whoa, When did we get inked?" Dean questioned his mind still coming down from his demonic-highs. I had never seen this symbol before last night. Cas furrowed his brow and got up from the table going to the bookcase behind him, searching wildly for titles. Brushing his fingers along the spines of the dusty texts.  

Cas gathered a stack of books and set them all down. Giving each of us one. Dean groaned and grimaced. 

"Cas, I hate reading." He said. I don't blame my mate, I really didn't feel like searching through wall after wall of text either, even though I liked books. But my mind felt like I didn't have the energy. Sam flipped through his book, as if a new burst of energy possessed him.  

Cas was researching too. We looked through just about everything Cas stacked up. It took three hours and by the end my brain was thoroughly fried harder than a bucket of KFC extra crispy chicken. Ooooo that sounds really good right now.  

I set my head down on the pages of my book unable to read another word. Dean has his book open but was resting his head on the back of the chair, slumped down with his arms across his chest, snoring rather loudly. I missed seeing him like that so much. My Galahad was back. But now i had two of them. I groaned and shifted my head to the right seeing Sam's eyes course through sentences, deciphering their ancient messages. He noticed me staring at him and smiled. Rubbing his hand in between my shoulder blades.  

"Mmmm, that feels good. I'm sorry, I can't read anymore, I'm spent." I told him. He leaned in and kissed my forehead gently.  

"It's okay. I think I'm on to something anyway." He told me. Cas had an aha moment too.  

"The triskele, a symbol the Celts used." He announced. Dean was still snoring and I didn't catch all of what Cas said. So I lifted my head up from the grimy book and straightened out my sore back. I kicked Dean's shin to wake him. We all needed to hear this.  

Dean sucked drool back into his mouth, "Pie? Where's the pie?" His dreamy response made me giggle. I missed how cute my Alpha can be.  

Cas looked thoroughly annoyed with dean's shit. Wow, if looks could kill. I didn't know stoic Cas could look so, pissed. 

"It's not the Triskele. It only goes back to 500 b.c. according to the Celts." Sam countered. 

"Dude that was like forever ago, how much older can you get?" Dean said, seeing the cogs in his mind start to turn, ever so slowly. 

"The Greeks brought it to the Celts. The Greek name, Triskelion became the Celtic Triskele. This symbol is even older than I thought. It probably goes back to the beginning of time." Sam corrected.  

"Do you think it has to do with my dynamic?" I asked trying to make sense of it.  

"Let me see your neck." Cas asked averting his eyes from his book. I pulled the collar of my shirt down, stretching it over both my small and bony shoulders. Both my claims in full view of everyone.  

I could sense Cas' intense stares. Sam and dean leaned into their chairs simultaneously, gawking at their claims.  

"The Triskelion, appears when two Alphas claim the same omega. The three share each other in all actions. Once the mark appears, the binding of souls is permanently linked. Although rare in modern times, such occurrences were more commonplace during complex mating orgies of ancient times. The mark cannot be undone or removed once established." Cas stopped reading. Dean's eyebrows rose at the mention of orgies. But I didn't have an orgy. I just, had sex with both of them at different times, however close together it was.  

Maybe since Dean could taste Sam inside me, that counted as close enough in time as if I'd fucked them at the same time?? All of this was so confusing. My cheeks started blushing wildly. I wonder, what kind of heavens I'd be sent to if I had both my mates in me at the same time.  

"So in layman's terms?" Dean asked needed a straightforward answer. 

"You three share an intimate and profound bond. A very ancient one." Cas said.  

Dean scoffed exasperatedly. 

"Can you shove the profound bond shit up your ass Cas?" He remarked. Sam chuckled a bit. Cas looked a bit hurt by Deans' typical harsh remark.  

"No, I cannot." He said closing his book.  

I shoved my book away from me. I need sleep. I got up from my chair, the feet skidding on the floor. I winced, my bruises were still gnawing at me. Dean and Sam got up at the exact same time. In response to my movements. The pine and whiskey scents were overflowing and converging, crashing together.  

"I need to hit the hay, guys. I can't think about anything else." I announced. Cas gave us a goodnight and stayed there continuing to read through the old books. I took my time going to the bedrooms. I don't know which one I should take. Go back to Sam's, the one I'd been using or to Dean's old one? So instead I picked an empty one. A fresh unscented start. Sam and Dean followed me like puppies. I pulled my hair up into a bun, entering the barren bedroom.  

I took my shirt and jeans off. Revealing lacy white undergarments. Sam and dean stood there in awe of their omega. They gulped simultaneously. 

"Fuck you're hot." They both said. I opened the covers of the bed, ready to be engulfed by its pliability. I entered it. As I watched my alphas remove their. Clothes down to their boxers. Sam taking a bit longer. Poor gimpy. My heart was thumping wild in my chest.  

I shoved the pillow under my neck, deeper, exhaling from the comforting gentleness.  

"Come to bed, my Alphas." I demanded. 

They wasted no time joining me. Sam spooning against my buttocks. Dean on the opposite side of me his chest pressing lightly against my breasts. Dean shoved his leg between my thighs and against my clothed folds. It wasn't sexual, just possessive. Sam cast one of his legs across mine, another act of ownership.  

It was quiet for a long moment until dean broke the silence talking to his brother.  

"Dude, you're leg is touching me." He said with some discomfort.  

"Get over it, Jerk" Sam snapped back.  

I was instantly aggravated. I could not handle two grown Alphas acting like disgruntled teenagers when I was this tired.  

"Alphas! Shut up and sleep."  I demanded exerting my best pissed off momma tone.  

"Yes, dear." Dean said reluctantly, kissing my collarbone.  

"Sorry." Sam apologized shortly and left a tender kiss on my hair. I didn't want to be a moderator for the rest of my life. So needless to say this situation was gonna need some compromises and getting used to. They did settle down probably focusing their energy on me.  

Together, the three of us slept soundly.  

3 weeks later: 

Maia: 

I sighed rubbing out an intense headache that decided to pang against my skull. Roslyn was in her high chair, chanting pancakes to herself over and over. I flipped the flap jack in the pan, it was nearly burnt on one side making my nose wrinkle. Sorry Ros, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.  

I served up her breakfast, having just ate my own. I didn't feel like eggs today which was kind of odd but i never thought much of it. As usual Ros only ate half. I tried to get her to eat just one more forkful but she refused. When i threatened her with no bubble bath today she ate the rest of it.  

I got her in the tub with her favorite rubber ducky and washed her up. I loved the little things like this. Dean and Sam were currently afk, on a vamp nest hunt. They'd been keeping tabs on for a while. Cas had gone with them too. I asked him to really to make sure they didn't tear each others throats out.  

So it was just a week of girls days at the Bunker. I'd put Ros down for a nap after her bath when a wave of nausea wracked through me. I ignored it as best i could until I couldn't anymore.  

I managed to find a toilet to upchuck in, feeling the bile rise in an insecent pace. I was left gasping. I don't get it. Why was i sick so suddenly? It couldn't be the restaurant food we ate last night. It's been too long of a time gap and i didn't eat leftovers for breakfast. Another wave, more bile, causing me to arch my back over the toilet releasing the sickness with gross sounds.  

I flushed it down, brushing my hair out of my face. And breathing for a moment. I grabbed the mouthwash out from under the bottom of the sink. Next to it in the depths, shoved behind a package of Q-tips, I could just make out the box of omega-pregnancy tests.  

It had dawned on me. I frantically took my phone out of my plaid pajama pants and examined my calendar app. My heat is late. My heart was pounding in my chest.  

I took the box out dumping the pack out onto the vanity and took them. I paced around the tile, letting my thoughts ruminate waiting for the reading.  

I jolted at the sudden sound of my phone ringing. It was Sam calling to give me an update.  

A drop of nervous sweat dripped down my neck, soaking into my shirt. I needed to answer or they'd think something was wrong. I answered. Trying my best to hide my emotions.  

"Good afternoon, Sweetie. " 

Greeted my mate on the other end. Sam.  

I smiled in the mirror, trying to muster up the strength.  

"Good afternoon! How did the hunt go?" I asked. He'd put me on speaker phone.  

"It was fucking awesome! I broke a machete, cuz my kill count was higher. Fourteen, this time. Whaddaya think, Babe?" Dean replied being very proud at the hunt result.  

"Wow! That's pretty high. Did you save any for Cas and Sam?" I asked twirling my hair nervous as all hell. 

"Yeah, Sam got about ten of 'em. He's still working on strengthening his bum shoulder." Dean explained.  

"Speaking of that, how does it feel to have that sling off?" I asked Sam.  

"Never felt better. Hey, I'm sorry this took so long. We're about a two days drive from home. We can make it sooner if we switch off, maybe even make it in the morning with Cas behind the wheel too. Does that sound like a good idea?" Sam asked. Gods, no. I was staring down the two words I did not want to see right now. Both results had the same outcome. Pregnant. 

There was a long silence on my end. Causing Sam to get a little suspicious. 

"Uhh Earth to Maia? You want us to pull an all nighter? We can do it." He said.  

"What? No, no. It's fine. You guys need some rest, even Cas can, I dunno what does he do for fun?" I needed time to think about how I wanted to go about this, news. How was I even going to tell them?  

"Angel-shit. Hey, I can't wait to see Roslyn again. I bet she's itching to play hide-seek. Has she been asking for me?" Dean asked getting serious. I felt my stomach, swallowing. There's a pup inside me right now and I have no idea which one of my mate's is the father. 

"Yeah, a bit. Hey um. Alphas? I love you." I almost never said that on a normal basis. So saying it now, would send up major red flags. I felt another wave of nausea wash over me. I can't puke on the phone, they'd know. 

"I know." said Dean reciprocating our inside joke.  

"We'll be home before you know it." Sam assured me. No. Take your time. I need time!  

"Alright." I replied. Before Sam hung up the phone Cas made a comment that Roslyn said he was the best at hide-seek. Probably because how he played, it was obvious he didn't know how to play it. He'd 'hide' under covers and in the same closet every time without fail. he was the worst hide-seek player in history. The nausea left me. Thankful I wasn't about to puke again. I checked the tests again. both of them still read Pregnant. I backed up, numb to the news my skin making contact with the closed door of the bathroom. I slid down, my bottom reaching the floor. Maybe the tests were faulty? Who're you kidding Maia?  

You just upchucked your entire breakfast into the porcelain throne, have had a gnawing headache ever since waking, and your heat cycle was late, by two whole weeks. How are you going to tell them? Separate them? Tell them at the same time? Don't tell them at all? Tell Cas instead?  

If I do that, then, they might just fight to the death right there. A primal fight for dominance. I can't take this! I sat there bawling my eyes out for a while. Until I pulled myself up by my bootstraps and wiped away my tears. I have two days to figure this out.  

I gathered all the perfume style scent blockers we had in the house. I placed my hands on both my claims. If I really am pregnant, I'd smell like honey. I took in a big drag. I could have been holding honeycombs in my palms and I wouldn't know the difference. I sighed closing my eyes. Gods. Artemis, please help me out here. I covered myself in the neutralizing spray, being sure to spread it on my claims.  

I needed to calculate how long it lasts. If Sam and dean catch honey on me, they would know. over the two days it took them to get here. I'd devised a plan. even though it was wrecking me I need to tell them. This baby is not just mine. It's mine and either Sam or Dean's. they have a right to know. During those two days, I ate my face off, once they come home I would try to hide my voracity. My pregnancy symptoms this time were unusually intense.  

In the middle of the night, I didn't make it to the toilet to puke, having later to clean up the sick on the wood floor. I made myself a nest to calm my nerves. Combining all three of our scents. Strawberry, Whiskey, and Pine. The headaches were killing me and my entire body is sore, my boobs in particular being the most tender. I can't even put on a bra.  

Taking care of Roslyn was a challenge, but I managed enough. She ate all her pancakes this time. My breakfast managed to stay down for now. My heart sunk when I heard them come in from the garage. a wave of fear overcame me. I'm not ready to tell them. I was washing dishes, even though they were already cleaned. I needed to distract myself. Luckily I put on scent blockers this morning when i got up. Dean blew a 'Boo!' into Ros' ear to greet her. she laughed, and didn't scare easy.  

 I was very thankful she'd forgotten about Dean's demonic side. He picked her up and put her on his hip. Kissing her forehead. I gasped from Sam's touch, both his arms hugging me from behind, crossing over my belly button his fingers grabbing my hipbones. His chin rested in the nook of my neck. He gave his claim a long lingering kiss. He squeezed a little too tightly. Making me hurt. It wasn't his fault he didn't know how I was feeling. I set my head against his.  

"I missed you." he told me. I grabbed his hand unraveling it, the pressure being too much for me to take. I turned around and gave him a kiss. I felt like I was going to break down. I'm pregnant, Sam. I smiled opening my eyes from our kiss.  

"Missed you too." I replied. My mates took showers and told me about their hunting excursion. Dean got a little too graphic in his story telling and I about puked over the mapped table. but I was able to hold it in. I waited until nightfall. I need to tell them, both of them at the same time. I can't hide this forever. Especially once i start to show. I took a long hot shower, the water soothing my aching body. i cried underneath the guise of the water. This kind of thing doesn't happen to people like me. I'm not a slut like that black-eyed bitch said I was am I? a part of me believed her. I don't know the paternity of the pup growing inside me. That kind of thing happens on a stage for low-brain activity viewing pleasure. Next on Omega-Maury, Who's your real Daddy? I started to laugh, this is ridiculous. 

The shower would wash off the scent blockers. I put on some pajamas, again forgoing the bra. Dean and Sam were on the bed, some distance between them with the TV on and Sam's nose in a book. My hair was dripping. I walked over to Dean, fully entertained by a horror movie playing on the screen. I kissed him and wrangled the remote out of his grip. I turned the TV off and he groaned, setting the remote out of his reach on the dresser near the TV.  

"Aww it was just getting to the good part too! What a buzz-kill." He protested sitting up from his prone position. I'm sorry Dean, but this is way more important than a Freddie Kruger movie marathon. I hopped on the bed, crisscrossing my legs and sitting in the middle, facing the headboard. I started to take Sam's book from him. 

"Okay, one more sentence." Sam caught on. No, not another word. I took the book and closed it with a light slam, making him lose his page. His face started to load a bitch-look. I gave them a very serious look and grabbed both their hands in mine. I need them now, more than ever. They knew something was up. Their attention fully focused on me. 

My lips were quivering and my entire body trembled like mad. They got closer to me, their scents getting stronger in an attempt to soothe me.  

"Hey, we're home. Everything's fine." Dean said, his thumb stroking my cheek. 

"Maia, if you missed us this much, we should have drove all night." Sam said gripping my hand tighter. At this point I broke into a full out cry. 

"Please, don't hate me." I choked out through my sobbing. They had confused and scared looks on their faces. I took their hands, slipping them under my pajama shirt and gently pressed them to the bottom of my stomach. Their eyes flashed to where I had guided their hands and then up to my face.  

"I'm pregnant." a final tear falling with my confession. At first they were dumbfounded but their expressions turned to wide smiles. I was still wildly upset.  

"That's a good thing." Said Sam kissing my cheek.  

"A really good thing." Dean added, his thumb stroking my belly.  

"Not this time. I don't know which one of you is the father. And I'm afraid. what if something goes wrong? Like last time. What if I miscarry? What if you two go feral and, and hurt each other. I don't know. I don't know what to do." I let out all my worries that had culminated within me for the past two days. Dean kissed my lips and set me down  gentle on the bed. Sam kissed my belly and came up throwing my arm over his shoulder. Dean hugged my arm. They both wiggled up to me and kissed each side of my cheeks. 

"Don't worry about any of that." Sam said.  

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Smooth sailing 'til then." Dean said resting his nose in his claim. taking in my scent now laced with honey. 

"Mmm, ain't that the sweet damned thing you could smell, Sammy?" Dean asked, talking to his brother from across me. Sam followed suit. 

"The best." he replied. We stayed like that for the rest of the night. My mate's combined scents soothing me off into dreamland. 

End chapter 12. 

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ASLEEP - GAVIN BAI X READER

Warnings : making out but nothing too heavy, mentions of underwear but it's not gender-specific, reader is gender-neutral as always!

Genre : just comforting fluff, some spice if you squint

Word count : 1.9K words

Synopsis : Gavin's been away for a month, and his fiancé/e misses him more than they thought they did---which, really, already was a lot.

Additional notes : I dedicate this to @cheri-translates who'd been awaiting my works so patiently, so I wanted to treat her for being an angel with a piece for her best boy!

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It wasn't uncommon for Gavin to be gone for weeks on end, maybe even months as the missions got prolonged. It was entirely out of his hands; he couldn't help the fact that threats from evolvers were become even more and more widespread and fatal. That was the harsh reality of it, and that reality kept prying us apart.

His job meant that he replied to their every beck and call, and at any time as well. It didn't matter if he was fast asleep at 3 AM mid-winter, or if he was halfway through a scalding hot shower after a work-out in the early-morning; if he was called in for duty, he was forced to drop everything instantly and tug on his STF uniform before tumbling out of the window.

So essentially, him being an Evol agent meant that a slightly-frustratingly-great number of our dates were interrupted with his cellphone ringing, and an apologetic look would be sent my way as a frown etched itself onto his face. No matter how many time's I'd tried to reassure him and tell him that it was alright, that I knew what I'd signed up for when I first got together with him, he'd still always feel guilt eating away at his insides for being busy so often.

And that had indeed happened just little over a month ago; our night out at the movies to see the new rom-com in cinemas (which Gavin most likely wasn't even an ounce interested in but went along with it since he doesn't ever complain, the poor sweet thing) had been cut short by a muffled phone call that had him rushing out of the hall and mouthing a quick, "I'm sorry," before I could hear the familiar flapping of his jacket as the wind picked up outside.

I wasn't in the least bit bitter about it, though I did often catch myself over the course of the following weeks hoping that things would've been a bit easier on us both---particularly him, since the reason we'd gone to the cinema in the first place was that I'd taken notice of the sheer exhaustion radiating off of him.

He'd done his best to placate me every now and then with the occasional call or text whenever he'd had any down-time, a reassuring 'I'm fine. I've been eating well. I miss you,' always spelled out for me. It's true; the words were somewhat relieving and did warm my insides, but I'd never be fully at peace without being able to see him with my very eyes and trace every inch of him with my hands. I think he knew that well enough, despite his insistence to ensure that I'd been briefed.

Snuggled underneath layers of comforters and content with the book I'd been reading with the nightlight, I wasn't about to get up any time soon. The serene atmosphere was a contrast to the scurrying that I'd done earlier to shower after work before making it in time to catch the episode of the show I'd been watching (I felt terrible watching it on my own without my fiancé, who'd certainly feel somewhat betrayed, but this loneliness wouldn't do).

Before I could sigh happily and sink further into the mattress, completely engrossed in the book, a light tap on my window roused me from my half-stupor, and suddenly I was far more alert than I'd been for the past god-knows-how-long.

Not being able to put down the book fast enough, I scrambled out of bed to find myself right in front of the glass that separated me and my wind-battered fiancé. Unable to hold back my excitement, I unlatched the window, allowing him to step in and shut it behind him.

"I'm ho---mph!"

Before he could say another word, I swooped in to kiss the lips I'd missed so much. Humming in delight after the initial surprise, his calloused hands wrapped around me and pulled me in tight, one gently massaging my scalp, while my own hands cupped his face gently, not completely oblivious to the fact that his now-slightly-tanned skin had multiple new scratches on it.

Eyes fluttering open once more as I pulled away, I peered closely at him, trying to intake him in my breathing, it seemed. Gavin's hair was completely windblown, and---sounding a little lovesick, might I add---I giggled as I took the liberty of flattening his bangs down and combing through the soft tresses. He looked worn down and significantly thinner than I'd last seen him, but aside from the few surface wounds that were already no more than scars, he didn't seem to require any medical attention, and that at least made me feel more at ease.

Even when he'd undoubtedly been through hell and back and probably felt more exhausted than he'd ever let on, those amber eyes still held the same youthful passion as they always did. He subconsciously nuzzled into my hands, his own pulling me impossibly close.

"Missed you," his voice held a lingering sweetness that was transfused into my body as his lips fell on my forehead in a tender kiss.

Barely holding back my excitement at finally having him in my arms after being separated for so long, I could practically feel stars forming in my eyes as I pushed him back gently onto the mattress, my breath hitching as I was reminded of how incredible he looked with mussed hair and flushed cheeks. Even the tips of his ears were tinged a furious red, and he grew more aware of how warm he was getting.

His arms limply fell from my waist, hands instead reaching up to cover his mouth bashfully at my sudden display of boldness---though at this point, he probably wasn't all too surprised, considering that it wasn't the first time I'd decided to take matters into my own hands and pinned him down underneath me.

"I missed you more, Gav, I can't believe you're finally here!" as much as I tried, I couldn't conceal my excitement, and it seemed to infect him as well because he smiled fondly and decided to pull me against his strong chest once more, earning a protest from me, "Wait, you're not hurt here, are you?"

I began to quickly scan his torso, earning a rumbling chuckle from underneath my wandering hands, "Nah, it wasn't too difficult this time, so I didn't get hurt---aside from the odd scrapes here and there," he paused, before a long finger nudged my chin upwards, his voice dropping a couple of octaves, "Hey, look at me."

Complying, I found myself trapped in an alluring gaze. That familiar intensity was something I could never escape, and I could very easily read every demand written in his eyes. The first order of the night was a firm albeit unspoken 'Kiss me,' and I couldn't possibly deny him of that.

Capturing his lips in mine once more, his palms splayed against the small of my back, gently kneading and massaging the warm skin there, the intimacy lingering in his touch earning a choked out moan from me, having not realized just how much I'd truly missed my lover's touch. Taking advantage of my half-open mouth, Gavin's teeth playfully tugged at my lower lip, a brief warning before his wet tongue soothed the slight burn, then swiftly slipping inside my mouth.

Without realizing it, I'd begun to shift and furrow my eyebrows as my skin began to burn, my hands rubbing the broad planes of his chest from ontop of his white t-shirt, coaxing a low groan from him as my fingers brushed deftly against him. His tongue entwined with mine, tasting every crevice of my mouth, and the feeling of being so incredibly molded into one another had me almost dizzy.

If I could map out his entire body with my touch, I could. While his kisses were sinful, his entire being was angelic and comforting in how sturdy it was. As our lips sucked and teeth clashed and tongues slurped in a rather wanton mess, my hands were too busy etching his beautiful face into my memory.

He pulled away to inhale sharply, a shuddering breath leaving him heaving and my mind clouded in a longing and lustful haze.

"Gimme a second, alright?" I whispered croakily, my voice already expressing how overwhelmed I was.

He nodded in tandem, his hand seemingly reluctantly letting go of its possessive hold on me, but his eyes still trained on me as I hopped off of him, stumbling a bit as I was still in a daze and causing him to laugh airily that very same laugh I'd missed hearing so much.

Padding over to the bathroom, I locked the door behind me and stood in front of the mirror, wincing at the sight.

"I love you Gavin, but what on earth were you thinking, making out with me when I'm in this state..." I mumbled under my breath, chortling as I tried to brush my hair or at least flatten out the unruly mess that it currently was.

Opting to spray a few spritzes of his favorite perfume on me, I giggled a bit to myself, a smirk coming onto my face as I pulled out the navy blue silk underwear I'd tucked into one of the cupboards (after I'd learnt the lesson sometime last year that Gavin had odd times of wanting some private time with me, and I'd had to surprise him with his favorite pair on me---much like I did now).

Unbuttoning my pyjama shirt and pants so I could slip into the smooth cloth, I took one final glance at the mirror, winking at my own reflection as I covered myself as teasingly as I could with my favorite robe. Finally satisfied with the vixen that looked back at me, I walked out of the bathroom with a slight spring in my step, eagerness causing me to nearly pounce back into our bedroom.

"Got a surprise for... you..." the words died in my throat, replaced with a chuckle.

There on the bed, still in his rumpled back-from-a-mission-but-too-lazy-to-properly-dress attire, lay Gavin with his eyelashes fluttering and nose twitching adorably, fast asleep and even snuggled deep into the comforter, humming a bit in his sleep---which was probably due to the fact that the sheets smelled like me, and my fiancé had admitted before that familiar scents always drove him into an easy slumber. A soft smile on my face at the sight that pooled warmth in my heart, I hung up the robe behind the door and trudged over to my side of the bed.

He didn't even twitch a muscle as the bed dipped with my weight, which was quite unlike him, considering the fact that the brunette was usually a terrifyingly light sleeper that awoke at the smallest pitter-patter of an ant. I shuffled around a bit, getting comfortable before my arms crept up from behind him, wrapping him into a tight embrace (he never seemed to complain about being the little spoon; in fact, if his shy gaze in the early mornings was anything to go by, he probably liked it more than he let on). Pressing my lips to his temple, I too closed my eyes, relishing in his presence that seemed to magically make everything right oh-so-effortlessly.

"Sweet dreams, handsome."

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Honor Bound 5 - 13

Honor Bound 5 - 13 (Kidnapping) @badthingshappenbingo​​​

Thank you to @ashintheairlikesnow​​​ for some of the ideas for this chapter... shared way back in July 2020.

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This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Content warning: home invasion, brief implied non-sexual nudity, hanging and caning mention, intentional mis-naming, death threats, threat of dismemberment, forced to hurt a loved one

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Gavin flinched awake to a hand clamped over his mouth. He blinked, casting his gaze around the dark room, feeling fuzzy and groggy and confused. Slowly, his eyes focused. His stomach lurched. A tall figure loomed over him, silhouetted by the nightlight. Gavin looked immediately to Isaac, and froze as terror struck him like a blow to the chest.

A man in dark clothing stood over Isaac, pointing a gun at Isaac’s head.

Gavin’s heart thundered in his chest as he realized Isaac was still sleeping soundly next to him, his eyes closed and his mouth open, breathing smoothly and slowly. Gavin looked back towards the man he could now see bending over him. He couldn’t quite make out the man’s face. The man held a finger to his lips and tilted his head at Isaac.

Gavin’s throat worked in a swallow, and he nodded desperately against the man’s hand. The man pulled his hand away from Gavin’s mouth. The other man kept the gun trained on Isaac.

The man standing at the side of Gavin’s bed held out what Gavin suddenly realized were his clothes. Gavin took them with shaking hands and slowly, carefully pulled on his pants under the blanket. He kept his eyes fixed on Isaac as he slid his arms into the sleeves of his t-shirt, praying that Isaac would stay asleep. He pulled the shirt on over his head and looked towards the man standing over him. The man beckoned towards the door with his head.

Tears sprung to Gavin’s eyes and he bit his lip as he looked back to Isaac. He felt as if freezing water had been dumped into his veins, and his hands shook so badly he could scarcely feel them. Still, as Gavin looked over at Isaac, he longed to kiss him, just to say goodbye before he was taken. Just to feel something good, before he disappeared into a car, or into a body bag.

Just to convince himself that, for a little while, Isaac had been his.

Gavin shoved down a sob as the man pointed at the door. He pushed himself out of bed, screaming silently in his own mind for Isaac to wake up and save him from being taken – and begging, just as loudly, just as silently, for Isaac to stay asleep. The first man roughly grabbed Gavin’s arm and pulled him towards the door, even as Gavin looked back at Isaac with tears running down his cheeks. The man with the gun kept his gun pointed at Isaac as he backed out of the room behind Gavin. Gavin caught one last glimpse of Isaac before the men shut the door behind him and pulled him towards the front door. Gavin could still smell Isaac, and he realized with a start that the man had given him Isaac’s shirt.

The men herded Gavin through the dark house. From the closet near the kitchen, Gavin could hear the soft hissing of the heater. He jumped as something brushed against his leg, cursing himself as he realized it was the cat, Nata. Nata meowed as he trotted beside Gavin, his reflective yellow eyes staring up at Gavin in the dark. Panicked, Gavin glanced around at the men, terrified that they would stop at the cat’s noise and turn back to kill Isaac. They both kept walking, one in front of Gavin, one behind.

When they reached the front door, the men paused to pull on their boots that they had left at the threshold. Gavin blinked as they opened the door and pushed him out into the moonlit night.

Gavin shivered in the chill as one man pulled his hands behind his back, and the other tightened a zip tie around his wrists. The cold, hard plastic of the restraint broke through Gavin’s panic for a moment as he cast about for why they would have waited to restrain him until he was outside.

The thought occurred to him a moment later: Isaac would have woken up at the sound of a zip tie tightening. One of the men pulled a cellphone out of his pocket and sent a quick text. The men began walking again, not pausing to let Gavin put on shoes of his own.

Gavin’s teeth chattered and his feet froze on the cold ground as the men turned to the west and began to walk him along the lane. Gavin thought he remembered the house being east of Burmingham, but he couldn’t be sure. The family had arrived at the house a month earlier in the dead of night, delirious with exhaustion. Underneath the constant, gripping cold and the sting of gravel beneath his feet, Gavin’s heart pounded in a frenzied, sickening thrum.

He glanced at both of the men. Their faces were lit by the full moon above them. Gavin didn’t recognize either of them. Neither of them spoke, just prodded Gavin forward. Their breath fogged in the cold air. Gavin’s tears cooled on his cheeks.

They could have been walking for ten minutes or an hour when Gavin thought he heard the sound of a car idling ahead. He turned his ear towards the sound and felt a deeper chill – definitely a car.

Everyone in the house would have woken up at the sound of a car coming in the middle of the night.

Gavin whimpered quietly and kept walking. His fingers felt numb.

The sound of the idling car grew louder until Gavin could hear it coming from just down a shallow embankment by the side of the road. One of the men tightened his hand on Gavin’s arm and dragged him to the side of the car. For a moment, Gavin wondered if perhaps his cousin Mark was in the car, here to drag Gavin back to the home he’d escaped.

The guard opened the door to the backseat. The overhead light switched on in the car, revealing another guard in the driver’s seat. Gavin’s heart sank in his chest. A pit opened inside him.

Daniel Schiester sat in the passenger seat.

I am not surviving this.

Gavin shivered at the mayor of Crayton’s cold blue eyes settling on him, and the colder smile that moved across the man’s face. Gavin flinched at the memory of the only time he’d ever met Schiester, where he’d had Gavin caned half to death and nearly hanged when he’d been discovered in the family’s midst. Schiester was the reason Gavin had had to remain under house arrest during the family’s time in Crayton; if Gavin was caught outside that house, and outside the family’s protection, their lives would be forfeit as well as Gavin’s.

That was before the family told Schiester that Gavin was dead.

Gavin’s throat worked, and more tears formed in his eyes. Please, please don’t kill them, too. It’s not their fault.

“Hello, Gavin Stormbeck,” Schiester said almost pleasantly.

Gavin licked his trembling lips. “My name is—” He doubled over with a cry as a fist smashed into his gut. One of the men holding him dragged him upright again. He gagged weakly in their grasp.

Schiester tilted his head. “Yes, Mx. Uriah mentioned you went by something else now.”

Gavin’s eyes widened and he gasped like he’d been dealt a second blow. “G-Gray—”

Schiester waved his hand dismissively. “No, they didn’t turn you in. They’d rather die, clearly, since that was the penalty I spelled out for harboring you.”

Gavin’s eyes streamed and he swallowed down the nausea roiling in his stomach. “P-please, don’t—”

Schiester held up his hand. “Quiet, Stormbeck,” he said lightly. “I won’t take their life tonight, nor the lives of anyone else in that family.” Schiester said the last word with a hint of an edge to his voice. “They serve their purpose, and are worth more to me alive than dead. They will, however,” Schiester said with a nod, “Almost certainly come after you once they discover you’re gone. At which point they will die.”

“N-no,” Gavin breathed. “Schiester, please…” The plea sounded broken to his own ears. Gavin shivered violently against the guards’ hands.

Schiester shrugged. “I’ll allow you to do your part in stopping them.” He nodded at the guards still standing outside the car with Gavin. “Get him inside, please.”

The two guards shoved Gavin forward and he fell roughly into the backseat, sobbing weakly.  “P-please,” he rasped, staring pleadingly at Schiester. “Schiester, please, please, don’t kill them, don’t k-kill…” He shuddered and pressed his lips together against the pain tearing through his chest. “It’s not their fault, please, please, please, please, no…”

Schiester watched Gavin evenly. “You care about them?” he said with a voice devoid of emotion.

Gavin nodded desperately. “Y-yes,” he gasped. “Please… Th-they shouldn’t d-die because, because of me, please…”

Schiester’s cold gaze moved over Gavin as he cried. “You understand that I am allowing you the chance to prevent them from coming after you. And that once you do this, I will take you to Crayton to be punished for your crimes. You’ve already been tried and convicted by private tribunal, of course.”

Gavin shivered and met Schiester’s eyes. “Please don’t kill them,” he whispered.

Schiester continued as if Gavin hadn’t said anything. “And you realize that, once you have suffered what I deem appropriate for your crimes, you will be put to death.”

Gavin swallowed hard. “But you won’t… you won’t hurt my… the family?”

Schiester’s gaze pierced through Gavin. He held Gavin’s gaze for a long moment. “No,” he said finally. “If you do your job and those people don’t come after you, they’ll have nothing more to fear from me.”

Gavin tasted his own tears on his lips. “Wh-what do you want me to do?” he breathed.

Schiester gestured at Gavin with his chin. “Liefeste,” he said flatly.

One of the guards still standing outside the car leaned in and pulled Gavin towards him. He drew a knife from his belt and cut the zip tie tying Gavin’s hands behind his back. Gavin rubbed at the chafed skin, staring at Schiester with hopeful terror.

Gavin flinched as Schiester reached into his coat pocket. Schiester withdrew his hand – but he was holding a piece of paper, not a gun. He set the paper on the center console and reached back into his pocket for a fountain pen that he laid across the paper.

Gavin’s throat ached as he swallowed. “What do you want me to—”

“You are going to write a letter,” Schiester said evenly. “To Isaac Moore, whom I can only assume is your lover based upon where you were found.” Schiester glanced at the guard who sent the text. “I refuse to speculate on the nature of that relationship. And I cannot pretend to know what makes the others tolerate your presence.” Schiester shrugged. “You will write anything you need to write in order to convince Isaac Moore not to come for you. Assuming he can read, of course.”

Gavin blinked away his tears. “He can—”

“Then write it,” Schiester said with a wave of his hand. “If not, Isaac dies. I’ll have Liefeste bring you back something to remember him by. A lock of his hair, perhaps. Or a finger. You have three minutes.” Schiester glanced at his watch.

All the air rushed out of Gavin’s chest. His fingers shook as he picked up the fountain pen and clumsily unscrewed the lid. He leaned forward over the center console and rested his hand on the paper. His mind was a ragged mess of fear. I can’t tell him not to come. I can’t tell him it’s too dangerous. There’s nothing I can say that will make him understand that he can’t save me from this. Anything I say will just make him fight harder.

Cold bitterness gripped his chest. There was only one thing he could think to write that would shatter Isaac so badly he’d never go after Gavin – something that would make him hate Gavin until the end of time. He gripped the pen tighter and prayed his hand wouldn’t shake too badly.

Isaac,

I’m sorry I’m telling you this way, but I just couldn’t say it to your face. I’m leaving. I need to be honest with myself: I love you, but you can’t keep anyone safe.

Sorry things had to go this way, but I got what I wanted. Hope you understand and there are no hard feelings.

Take care,

Gavin

Gavin let the pen fall from numb fingers. His chest ached as he forced down a broken sob. Schiester snatched up the letter and read it once, his eyes scanning it quickly before he smiled slightly and folded it. He glanced at Gavin before handing it to the guard – Liefeste.

“Put that somewhere conspicuous,” Schiester said flatly. Liefeste took the letter and jogged back towards the house with a grunt.

Gavin dissolved into messy tears. He pressed his face into his hands and wailed as his heart shattered in his chest. His lungs felt like they were being torn from his body.

The other guard climbed into the backseat with him and closed the door. The overhead light turned off, plunging Gavin into darkness. He sobbed as the guard pulled his hands behind his back and tied them again. Gavin barely felt the bite of thin plastic into his skin over the tearing feeling in his chest and the agony in his mind.

“I-Isaac, no, Isaac, Isaac, Isaac…”

“What me to shut him up, sir?” the guard asked.

“No, let the child cry it out,” came Schiester’s cold reply.

“Isaac,” Gavin moaned. Isaac’s smell was all around him, wafting off the shirt Gavin wore as he rocked back and forth, his voice rising nearly to a scream in his anguish. “He, he’ll think… No!”

“It was expertly written, I’ll admit,” Schiester said. “Clearly your penchant for cruelty hasn’t left you.”

“Isaac, Isaac, Isaac,” Gavin sobbed. “Isaac, Isaac, Isaac, I didn’t… Isaac, please, no…”

“Take comfort in the fact that you’re saving his life, if that means anything to you,” Schiester said in the dark.

Gavin’s head swam as he gasped for air. “Isaac,” he whispered brokenly. “Isaac…” Tears burned his cheeks.

He jumped as the car door opened and the overhead light came on. Liefeste stood in the door and looked past his partner at Gavin with disdain before he closed the door again, jogged to the other side, and got in beside Gavin. Gavin sobbed as Liefeste closed the door and extinguished the overhead light again. The car lurched onto the road, and the driver drove in darkness for a while before he finally switched on the headlights. The car reached Burmingham and turned south.

Gavin’s sobs faded away to whimpers, which faded away to silence. Anguish and dull dread gave way to numbness as Schiester and his men drove with Gavin through the dark towards Crayton, the moon lighting the hills around them.

Continued here

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Doodles!

Alright so here are the doodles of the role play I did with @help-im-a-gay-fish

I tried to blur out the text and other things but I just didn’t like how it looked

So I ended up cutting it into different parts and decided to write the dialogue underneath each section

I also added numbers to which area I’d like you to read/ focus on because since they were doodles I didn’t care for the order but well I tried my best and I hope it makes sense!

Because tumblr is dumb I can only post 10 images at one time so I will reblog the full images shortly after this post <3

Ok so for the doodles to make sense I guess I should give a little insight.

So gayfish and I came up with a headcanon. It’s based off of Gayfish’s headcanon that Nightmare and Killer fought a lot and had breaks that could last months. At some point Killer got involved with someone who got super possessive and started to blackmail Killer into being with them even though Killer was in a happy relationship with Ccino and Nightmare. So he’s been trying to sneak around until finally he gets caught by nightmare.

I might have forgotten something but I will correct it when gayfish sees this as well so they can let me know

1.) Nightmare: Killer you’ve been acting strange recently... sneaking around... and how you are around your phone... Spill it something is up

*Killer’s slips his phone into his pocket but there’s a notification that Killer had received a new message*

2.) Killer: Nothing Nightlight... I swear...

*Nightmare notices that Killer obviously and suspiciously hid his phone*

3.) Nightmare: .....

4.) Nightmare: Show me your phone.

5.) Killer: No, it’s my phone you have your own

6.) Nightmare: Are... are you hiding something from us..?

*Killer’s phone buzzes*

7.) Killer: No, you need to stop being so worried. Don’t you trust me?

8.)Nightmare: Killer... you’re making it very difficult to trust you right now... all this... *realization hits*

9.) Nightmare: Oh stars please... killer... don’t tell me...

10.) Killer: Don’t tell you?

11.) Nightmare: I went poly for you... you said that’s what you needed...

Killer: Please listen to me... You have to trust me... Please Nightingale?

12.) Nightmare: Stop calling me that!!!

13.) Nightmare: You know what? I’m honestly not surprised. But I can’t believe you’d do this to Ccino! I finally warm up to him and you go and f*cking around? Seriously..!?

14.) Nightmare: .......

You know what? I might’ve believed you if you said Ccino messaged you.... but the thing is... you didn’t... you didn’t say that... So it’s not him.... is it..?

15.) Killer: ...... it..... it’s not.....

But Nightli- Nightmare it’s not what you think

16.) Nightmare: not what I think..?

Then what am I supposed to think Killer!? Because you’re not telling me a damn thing! What am I supposed to think?

17.) Nightmare: What am I.... what am I going to tell Ccino.. Killer..?

Was it worth it?

18.) Killer: Wait Nightmare please! Wait... listen it’s really not

I promise I don’t want to hurt you anymore

19.) Nightmare: .....

Then talk to me! What else am I supposed to think?

20.) Nightmare: You’ve been acting strange for days. Sneaking around, hiding your phone... Hell I’m sure Ccino’s noticed too!

Let me help you...

21.) Killer: ...... I..... I... I.... ...........

22.) Nightmare: Killer.... please.... I want to help...

23.) Killer: .......

*slips phone out*

..... y-you’ll hate me... you’ll be disappointed and disgusted

24.) Nightmare: You don’t know that... just give me a chance... please....

I’m sure it’s not that bad...

25.) Nightmare:......... *He is reading messages*

26.) *Nightmare’s sockets go dark*

27.) Nightmare: ....... *Hands phone back to Killer*

Killer: ......

28.) Killer *avoids eyes* Its someone I used to see when we were on long breaks...

But they got a bit possessive... and not in a cute way like you

29.) *Nightmare let’s out a breathe*

*Slap*

Nightmare: Thats for being an ass and making me worry...

30.) Nightmare: But Im glad I was wrong this time...

....

31.) Nightmare: I can see how they’re a problem

32.) Nightmare: I’m pretty sure what they’re doing is illegal...

It’s basically extortion. We need to get the cops involved.

33.) Killer: You aren’t going to leave me...?

Nightmare: No..... I’m not going to leave you....

But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset

34.) Killer: Night..... I love you....

35.) *Kiss*

36.) Killer: .....

Sorry I didn’t say it sooner...

Nightmare: Yeah.... you better be...

.....

Killer I....

37.) Nightmare: I love you too

38.) Killer: *presses their foreheads together* Heh..... That took a long time.....

Nightmare: Maybe a little too long....

39.) Killer: I wouldn’t have it any other way

That’s the end of the doodles! As I said in a previous post this would have been the first time they confused because I agree with @help-im-a-gay-fish idea that Killer and Nightmare were never good with love and even if they realized they did love each other they never outright said it until now

Studioverse by @zu-is-here

Killer by @rahofy-sketch

Nightmare by @jokublog

As I mentioned in the previous post hard to see the outfits but they are @yuriyuruandyuraart design! (I also know you wanted to see this yuri!)

[belovedstill]

pssst hi my friend I love YOU I love your WRITING and I love Gavin and Kiro !!!!

is it possible I could request something fluffy between those two boys and MC? Doesn’t necessarily have to be romantic in any way (but if they’re poly you know I’m all for that 👀) but I would just love something cute and sweet between all of them. thank you in advance <3

you're spoiling me, letting me write these three ahh i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it! 💖

here's a nice sleepy little gavin/kiro/mc moment from and they were housemates!, my poly mlqc series c:

Kiro’s room is empty, Gavin can tell even in the darkness of the 5-am autumn morning. The bedsheets are messy, but it’s not unlike Kiro to not make his bed most of the time.

It’s even more unlike him to be awake before Gavin; usually, he has to be dragged out of his bed for their morning run and only begrudgingly blinks his eyes open when they’re both in the living room and Gavin pushes a cup of sweet coffee underneath his nose.

If he’s not in his bedroom, he must have fallen asleep in his office, Gavin thinks, and heads there next.

But Kiro’s not there, either. The monitors Gavin expected to be turned on and displaying some video editing software or another are black. The couch in the room is tidy as ever, the star-print thin blanket thrown over the backrest.

That leaves only one other possible place.

—Well, three, to be exact, but Gavin’s woken up alone in his bed and Victor and Lucien are out of the city on a business trip and a conference respectively, rendering their beds empty and cold.

He knocks on the door to MC’s bedroom, quietly enough to warn her of his presence in case she’s awake but not to wake her up if she’s sleeping. With no answer, he opens the door, looks in and—

There he is.

Kiro’s fast asleep in MC’s bed, one arm loosely wrapped around her middle, his chest pressed against her back as they lie on their sides. From the doorway, Gavin’s able to see perfectly well their peaceful faces bathed in the warm, dim light of the nightlight they must have forgotten to turn off before falling asleep. One of MC’s hands is still loosely curled around her phone, now black with its battery dead.

They must have stayed up till at least 3am, he thinks as he plugs the phone to charge and sets it on the messy bedside table, littered with several empty small-sized chip bags and two emptied glass soda bottles.

Finally, he turns to look at the pair on the bed again and sighs. “You did this to yourself,” he mutters at Kiro, props one hand on the bed, and leans over MC to stroke Kiro’s hair away from his sleeping face with gentle fingers. His voice is hushed. “Come on. Wake up, it’s time for our run.”

Kiro doesn’t even twitch; his face remains an undisturbed, blank mask of peacefulness.

“Kiro.” Gavin’s voice is just a touch louder now. He drawls his name a couple of times, but when that doesn’t work, he starts tapping his finger against Kiro’s forehead.

Normally, he wouldn’t hesitate to pick him up, covers and all, and carry him to the brightly-lit living room to wake up there. MC’s trapped in Kiro’s hold, however; pulling him up would mean possibly tousling her awake, and while she joins their morning exercise sometimes, she’s recently had a workweek straight out of hell. Some sleeping in was in order.

“Mmmm…”

His eyes dart to Kiro again—Kiro, who’s frowning and blearily opening one very sleepy eye.

A ping of regret needles at Gavin’s heart for a moment. Maybe it’s too cruel? He must have gotten—what, 2 hours of sleep? 3?

(“I’m not an early bird at all,” Kiro told him the first time they finished an impromptu gym session and were drying their hair after hitting the showers, “but I had so much fun today. Can I join you from now on?”

They were both high on endorphins; had it not been the case, Gavin might have said he preferred working out alone, or left Kiro’s question unanswered.

Kiro’s smile was radiant, though. Blue eyes sparkled up at him, even in the shade of the towel and the frame of wet, water-darkened blonde hair sticking to his forehead.

...He looked gorgeous like this, at 6am, with nobody but the two of them in the locker room.

“Sure.”

“Awesome!” Kiro’s sunny smile grew even wider. “Wake me up from now on, by any means necessary.”

“Okay…?”

Kiro’s face grew serious in the blink of an eye. “I mean it,” he said, looking seemingly straight into Gavin’s soul. “Any. Means. Necessary. I don’t ever want to miss this.”

Something about that look—about those words—stirred something deep, deep inside of Gavin, rendering him speechless. All he could offer was a measly nod.

From that morning on, he had barely ever worked out alone.)

“There you are,” Gavin says in a quiet tone and pats Kiro’s shoulder. “Get up, it’s time.”

The blue eye looks lazily around the room—starts on Gavin’s face, moves to the dark, dark sky behind the window, then rolls to half focus on MC’s messy hair in front of him— and falls shut again.

Immediately, Gavin shakes his head. “No no no,” he says, a little louder than before, “You’re getting up, mister.”

“‘s nigh’...“

“It’s morning.” He curls his fingers around the arm Kiro has wrapped around MC and gently, slowly pulls it away. “Get up.”

But Kiro frowns and burrows his face against MC’s hair. “She’s so warm…”

He can’t help but chuckle. “Of course she is.” They both must be, right now. “She’ll be here when we come back.”

“Mmnngh…”

“Come on, up you—”

Before Gavin gets to finish the sentence—

—MC grabs his arm and hugs it to her chest; he leans in closer, purely on instinct, not to disturb her.

Kiro snorts. “Guess there’s no run right now.”

“Hey…” Ignoring Kiro’s comment, Gavin softly strokes MC’s hair away from her face. “Pumpkin, let go…”

She brings his stolen hand to her face instead, and rests her cheek against his palm. With how his hand is currently cushioning her head, he’s effectively trapped.

Oh...

Kiro’s quiet laughter is all he needs to know that his face looks as hot as it feels. And when Kiro scoots back, pulling MC along, and makes a grabby-hand in his direction, the warmth in Gavin’s cheeks travels straight into his heart.

“Give it up, officer,” Kiro murmurs with a satisfied smile on his face. “You’re ours now.”

As if he weren’t already.

It’s a tight fit with the three of them in one bed, but when MC snuggles against his chest and Kiro wraps his arm around the both of them, any remaining thoughts of the morning run disappear.

He could definitely get used to this.

[link4eva]

Kiro’s R&S: Bystanders (Chapters 33-34) Translation [CN]

Hi, y’all! Just a couple of quick notes before you begin reading...

This R&S translation contains spoilers from the CN server for Chapters 33-34 which have not yet been released in the ENG server. So if you don’t wish to be spoiled then please don’t look below the cut! 

The next thing is that I don’t actually know any Chinese myself so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with a huge help from the lovely @keliosyfan​ . Thanks so much!! 

Hope you enjoy!~

No matter how the outside world changes, his heart is as pure as always.

[Chapter 1]

That experimental kid.

This is Hephaistos’ first impression of the new Helios.

He first saw this kid, not at the headquarters, but on the TV on the side of the road.

A blonde young man, with a soft smile within his blue eyes, sang a song in English on stage. The camera turned away from the stage. Fans screamed and waved light sticks frantically, the directors and judges on the side were all intoxicated.

Passers-by, who were attracted by the youth’s singing, gathered in front of the TV, obsessively looking at the shining star on the screen.

Only Hephaistos in the crowd stood by with cold eyes. He clearly understands the hypocritical admiration in front of him and what kind of fanatic power he will eventually integrate into his plan. This is the purpose of BLACK SWAN; to promote the symbol of “Kiro” to the public.

What’s so good about this kid’s singing performance? Hephaistos huffed and left uninterestedly.

But that impression would soon be overturned.

The dark alleys are not easy to navigate after the rain. The muddy water and blood mix together to form shallow puddles. Each footstep produces a sticky sound. Hephaistos ordered his men to clean up the mess. He looked to find the silver-haired young man walking out of the shadows and greeted him, “It’s done?”

Helios took a USB flash drive from his pocket and threw it to him: “It’s all here.”

“The new Helios’ methods are much more straightforward than I thought.” Hephaistos looked at the humble gadget in his hand, “It seems that working with you in the future should be easy.”

He stretched out his hand to Helios: “It seems I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Hephaistos, but you’d better not call me by this name. It’s too confusing, and I’m not used to it.”

Helios glanced at the dark-skinned man in front of him. The other party showed him a friendly smile, but his gaze in the nightlight looked like a falcon locked onto its prey, making his nerves instinctively go on high alert.

He nodded but didn’t hold Hephaistos’ hand back: “There’s blood on my hand. Makes it inconvenient.”

Hephaistos expressed his understanding and stepped to the side: “Are you coming back with me to headquarters now?” 

“There’s something else.” Helios obviously didn’t intend to talk to him more, so he left.

Seeing Helios walking away, Hephaistos said: “I’ve heard your song.”

Helios paused and turned his head.

“Although I don’t have much appreciation for music, I still think it’s a good song.” Hephaistos lips formed a slightly playful smile. “Just thinking of someone who can write such sunny and gentle lyrics who is capable of creating such horror in a blink of an eye. I can’t help but feel goosebumps.”

Helios’ expression remained the same: “Are you done talking nonsense?”

“Is this really nonsense? I just thought I’d remind you,” Hephaistos gave a step back. “Since you have returned to the dark, don’t think of the light anymore.”

When Helios heard this statement, his gaze dropped slightly. When he raised it again, his golden pupils were sharp as blades, and they passed the corner of Hephaistos’ crooked smile. However, the murderous intent was taken back by him in an instant.

“Then, let me remind you. Before reminding me, do your own thing first.”

“Of course I will do my own thing.” Hephaistos held the USB up to him, “Don’t worry. You and I are in the same group.”

Helios didn’t respond to this “companion” who suddenly showed up. He didn’t look back at Hephaistos as he turned and left the dark alley. 

“Brat.” Hephaistos clicked his tongue. He added an attribute to his previous impression of Helios in his mind.

The experimental kid that is difficult to deal with.

[Chapter 2]

Hephaistos never felt that BLACK SWAN was set in stone. Just 17 years before, there was a rift in the organization and the eventual addition of Ares and Hades was the fuse that completely detonated the rift.

Although BLACK SWAN did not appear to have any anomalies on the surface, the undercurrent surging underneath the surface had long been divided into two streams by an invisible boulder, both heading towards different goals.

When Hephaistos stood in front of the diverging boulder, he didn’t take much time to think before choosing his own direction. After all, compared with Hades’s paranoia, another “new world” was attractive to him.

Even if his companion was the experimental kid who is difficult to deal with. 

Helios had settled into the organization earlier than him. As one of the main members of the plan, his influence became more and more prominent. The identity of “Kiro” was already a burden to him. Throwing it in the trash is one thing but the reality is another.

A Lincoln slowly drove out of the hall, flanked by crowds. In the crowds, everyone was blurred by the drizzling rain. Only the swinging flashlights in their hands were visible in the night.

“WE LOVE KIRO” *Made some word changes here* Hephaistos glanced out the window and said, “I didn’t understand you at your comeback concert before. Anyway, it was just a farce made by Anole to solve his problem. That’s it, there’s no need to re-enter the stage-life at all.”

Kiro’s comeback to the entertainment world is a major event. It caused a lot of waves and rippled even in BLACK SWAN. But, given that Helios himself has always been a maverick and is now the leader of the organization, everyone only dared to talk secretly. However, Hephaistos is different. He and Helios have had a cooperative relationship from the beginning. Even before the two met, Hephaistos would’ve been happy to dance on Helios’ minefield of a temper.

“Or, did you come back because you still want to enjoy being a big star? Is it fun for you to watch those young girls scream for you?” 

“Shut up.” The man who was still smiling at the fans with an angelic smile was expressionless at this moment. When he heard this sentence, he did not raise his head and continued to tap the keyboard with his fingers.

“Ah, I understand.” Hephaistos suddenly thought of something and grinned. “You are all about that girl.”

Tap.

The crisp sound of the pressing of the ENTER key drowned out all the other sounds in the car cabin.

Helios looked at the calculation results displayed on the screen, his eyes dimmed: “I have my own considerations, and I don’t need others to interfere.”

“I’m not interfering. I’m just making small talk. I was bored anyway.” Hephaistos turned the steering wheel and drove steadily down the road. “Besides, I have to thank you for being “Kiro”, because otherwise, it would have been difficult for us to get an invitation for this banquet.”

Helios didn’t say anything. He quietly looked out the car window. A drizzle of rain ran across the glass, splitting his reflection in the window into countless fragments. At that moment, he no longer seemed to be a “Helios” nor a “Kiro”.

The two were silent for the rest of the way until the towering banquet building finally appeared in the night; like a dormant beast waiting for its prey to mindlessly walk into its trap. Helios just said in a low voice: “Since I’m going to act low-key this time, I can go in alone. You can station yourself outside.”

“No problem.” Hephaistos reminded Helios, “Leto’s tricks up his sleeve are almost all gone. It’s no surprise that this kind of madman will attempt anything at this banquet. Since you are going to bring QUEEN into this banquet, you must get her and bring her out.”

“Of course I will bring her out,” Helios replied, “As you said, everything we do is for the New World. In the New World Project, QUEEN is indispensable.” 

Hephaistos smiled: “It is all for the New World….right?” He pressed the pedal, “The time is near. Go. Don’t let your little dance partner wait for you any longer.”

[Chapter 3]

The rain has stopped.

15 minutes have passed since Helios and QUEEN entered the lobby. However, fans and reporters crowded around and were not willing to disperse anytime soon. Hephaistos, who had not received his next command, continued to hide in the crowd and wait. From time to time, one or two conversations of passers-by floated in his ears, nothing more than that surrounding the dazzling star and his dancing partner.

“Unfortunately I couldn’t see what it looked like….”

“I seem to have taken a picture but something was blocking the view.”

“I really want to be Kiro’s dance partner too!” 

Hephaistos raised the corners of his lips slightly. In the hall, everyone was so occupied with the scene in front of them, paying no mind to the trivial things in the outside world. Hephaistos didn’t know whether to think it ridiculous or sad. As he was looking around, there was a sudden scream coming from the door! *Took some liberties in translation here*

“What’s the matter?”

“What happened?!”

The reporters outside wanted to rush into the hall that was now filled with the scent of blood but were stopped by a line of uniforms that appeared out of nowhere. The perimeter of the building was quickly sealed off. A siege launched inward in an orderly fashion.

“Are the people from NW here too?” Hephaistos asked and a brief command came from his headset: “Leto has acted.”

“Can you handle it?”

“I was slightly delayed by Anole’s trick.” Helios’ sounded slightly out of breath, presumably because he was running, “He shifted into Leto’s form and garnered everyone’s attention. You don’t have to worry about the situation inside. Just wait outside.”

“No problem.” Hephaistos could faintly hear the screams from both his headset and from the inside. It was obvious that the situation inside was not as relaxed as Helios stated it to be. He stepped back slowly and informed Helios: “Right. People from the NW. Moving in soon.”

“....”

“You know?” Hephaistos was surprised for a moment but he also quickly figured it out. If Leto is gone, NW and the Task Force will naturally have to draw a clear line with the loser.

Everyone is in this melee, fighting for their own agendas. He is just a bystander in all this.

Hephaistos took advantage of the commotion and disappeared into the crowd.

Hephaistos didn’t wait long at the agreed pick-up location before he saw Helios walking over from the woods.

He is no longer the blonde he was when he was inside. His silver hair is sprinkled with star-dust like shimmer in the moonlight. It almost seems ethereal. The dried blood on his cheeks was the only indicator that he was in fact not an elven prince who came from the moon but rather a Shura* who had just returned from purgatory.

*Note about Shura from @keliosyfan​* 

The Shura that is mentioned is talking about the Buddhism demigod of war Asura. In Japanese, it's used to describe a person who has to fight an endless war against something in a relentless or inhumane manner. Hephaistos was making a comparison between how Helios (as blonde kiro) went into the banquet all nicely dressed and clean like an elven prince from the moon and then later came out with blood on his face (silver-haired Helios) as if he just fought some bloody battle which he probably did.

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“Nailed it?”

“Leto escaped but he can’t go far.” Helios said faintly, “There is no way he can escape the dog.”

“Yeah. The rest is for the Task Force and they will have a headache. As long as our goal is achieved.” 

Hephaistos asked, “Where is QUEEN?”

“Sent her back.” Helios pondered for a while and decided to share some more information.

“After her Evol was retrieved, her strength became even more powerful and there was not much time left for us.” 

“I understand.” Hephaistos opened the door and motioned Helios to get in.

“Where to next?”

“Go to the temporary headquarters.”

After speaking, Helios climbed into the car. As he passed Hephaistos, Hephaistos suddenly noticed that the rain had stopped a while ago but Helios had water stains on his shoulders.

That seems to be….tears?

[Chapter 4]

The description of the bereaved dog is a bit too good. Under the first-hand news report of QUEEN and the live video uploaded by KEY, Leto’s true face was thoroughly exposed to the public’s eyes. As this is such sensational news, BLACK SWAN was naturally made aware of it.

At this time, many members of BLACK SWAN are on standby in the temporary base. Although they are scattered apart, the center of the crowd is still the young silver-haired man. It seems that wherever he is, he will be the most eye-catching light.

“I just got three pieces of news. One good, one bad, and one really bad. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Say it if you want to, or shut up if you don’t.”

Hephaistos leaned against the wall and tsked boringly: “Then tell me the good news first. Artemis was also in the banquet hall at the time and was injured.”

Hearing that the members of the same group were injured, Helios didn’t even flinch: “Her life and death have nothing to do with us.”

“That’s true. As for the good news and the bad news, I’ll talk about them at the same time. The good news is that the Special Task Force has surrounded the orphanage. No matter how hard Leto struggles, he’s already dying. The really bad news is that even if he is dying, a dying beast may still be able to bite when crazy. He has threatened to kill all the kidnapped orphans if QUEEN won’t go to speak to him unaccompanied.” Hephaistos said this and paused deliberately.

“Don’t you worry about QUEEN?” 

When he heard the word QUEEN, Helios’ icy appearance seemed to thaw slightly before it quickly froze once more. After a moment of silence, he replied briefly: “I believe in her.”

“Believe in her?” Hephaistos thoughtfully said, “Indeed, if you don’t believe in her, there will be no way to continue.”

He didn’t say anything. Now that QUEEN’s ability has been recovered, this is also an excellent opportunity to observe how much her power can grow.

Hephaistos glanced at a huge device placed behind him. Its shape stood out from the dark environment that it was in. If Hades’s “Return to Zero Plan” was his answer sheet, then this device is of their faction. 

Hephaistos asked in a low voice, “When will our next step begin?”

“The next step is to be done by someone else.”

“Someone else? Is it me? I’m not good at this high-precision work.”

“Of course it’s not you.” Helios glanced at the time. “He’s almost there.”

Ten minutes later, the man Helios had in mind pushed the door open.

Hephaistos didn’t expect to see Ares, the traitor of BLACK SWAN, at the temporary base. He was astonished like everyone else for a moment. When he saw Helios’ unsurprising expression, he quickly calmed down.

Helios said that the person who will take over this next step is actually Ares? In other words, the two of them had been conspiring since a long time ago. He should’ve known sooner.

He even suspected that maybe Ares’ “rebellion” was also the plan made by these two.

Hephaistos looked at the man in black who had walked up to Helios step by step, his palms involuntarily started to sweat. He couldn’t help the way the corners of his mouth rose.

Forget it. No matter what these two have in mind, as long as the goal is achieved, he didn’t care that Ares had returned once more.

After thinking about all of this, he coughed slightly and expressed his greeting first: “Ares, welcome back.”

[Chapter 5]

Leto disappeared. Hephaistos was a little surprised when he heard the news and felt it was reasonable.

As a member of the New World Project, he firmly believes that the power of QUEEN is the key to opening everything. No one can predict how huge a door this key can open and what kind of world will be behind that door. Leto’s disappearance is nothing more than a small experiment to test the power of QUEEN. When her power really breaks through, it will be….

Hephaistos turned his gaze back to his hand holding a photo.

Originally, he did a little research out of curiosity about that girl. He didn’t expect the results of his investigation to be so interesting.

The picture shows a couple embracing each other. Except for the man’s eye-catching silver hair, the two are no different from any other couple in the streets. The girl raised her face slightly, with a bright smile, while the man’s eyes were filled with indefinable affection. It was definitely not the expression that someone monitoring QUEEN should have. It was not for show but rather pure love straight from the heart. 

Even Hephaistos, an outsider, can see the attraction and bond between the two.

“So,” Hephaistos whispered, “No wonder you didn’t let me be nosy at the amusement park. No wonder you insisted on taking her in during the banquet. And no wonder you would be so confident in her.”

Hephaistos once thought that loneliness was the true face of Helios, and the sunny “Kiro” on the screen was a mask he wore. But the soft murmur of the silver-haired youth in the car on the day of the banquet, the tears on his shoulders, and the photo in his hand completely broke this perception.

It seems that his impression of Helios can be rewritten again.

Hephaistos felt that until the arrival of the New World, he could use this observation as a leisurely pastime, adding a little bit of fun to being a bystander.

Even if you are in a chess game.

Plunk.

A soft sound from the device behind him interrupted Hephaistos’ thoughts. He walked towards the device and the flickering signal jumped between his pupils. For a while, he truncated through these light spots and saw the endless world.

Hephaistos smiled to himself.

Forget it. No matter what kind of lingering past, what kind of feelings, bond or obsessions Helios and QUEEN have, they will be crushed by the New World the moment they face the end of truth and evolution.

“This is real romance.” Hephaistos sighed and lit the photo without resignation, and threw it in the trash can.

[END]

[hitokayachichi]

⛧ you get me closer to god; a tendou satori fic ⛧

⛧ ... school stress makes you do crazy things!! ...like try to summon your guardian angel and summon a demon instead  ⛧

⛧ ... first part of my sadist!tendou series hehe

⛧ ... ahh a little bit is inspired by seita, both for the idea of sadist!tendou, but her blog is rly supportive and welcoming has also given me the confidence to write lewds, and I really appreciate that :>

wc: 6.5k

cw: demon!Tendou, smut, degredation, praise, corruption kink, sadist!tendou, bdsm elements, pet names :>, spit kink, dumbification kind of, there might be something else i cant remember hhfkdjfs

Staring at your open notebook, you rub your eyes tiredly. It’s only one in the afternoon, but your Precalculus class has drained all of your energy. Your professor was absolutely insane, assigning so much homework. Doesn’t he know that college students take more than one class per semester? In your head, you’re already planning out the order in which you’re going to have to do your assignments and when. How late you’re going to have to stay up. All you want to do is take a nap after your last class, but will you even have time for that?

Class is over now, so you pack up your things and leave. At least your next class is much easier. Your Creative Writing professor is super sweet and you’d take a bullet for her, probably. Besides, your friend, Mayu, will be there, too. She always makes you feel better. Mayu has a sweet, but a little chaotic personality that usually rejuvenates you on bad days.

And there she is, waiting at one of the seats in the hallway. Once she sees you, she waves you over to the table excitedly. Her laptop and notebooks are out because she had a half-hour break between classes, and you gently push the notebooks aside to sit next to her.

“Hey, (y/n) guess what! I finally figured out your issue for Precal!” Normally Mayu is on some kind of bullshit, but since you were texting her during class earlier, it piqued your interest.

“Hmm?”

“Look!” Mayu exclaims, pointing at her computer screen. You lean over and it looks like she’s on some sort of forum webpage? It doesn’t look like any popular one that you’ve seen before, but you squint, trying to read.

... angel summoning?

“Mayu, what the hell?” As you read the forum page, you become more and more confused. The users spoke about chalk circles and meditation and wine and bread to summon your ancestral guardians, or something like that. It’s a little too much, right now. Your brain is still spinning from class.

Mayu is into some pretty unconventional things, so you aren’t exactly surprised, but each and every time she suggests some odd thing, you’re still a little... impressed with what she finds. “Okay, listen!” You look at her, and she just smiles at the way you’re telling her to shut up with your eyes. It’s never worked on her.

“Hear me out, (y/n). This is something I’ve actually done before, so I can one hundred thousand per cent guarantee that it works, I promise you.” A huge part of you wants to roll your eyes at her, but once again, you aren’t exactly surprised that she would have attempted something like this. “I met my guardian angel and she’s the one that helped me get accepted here! She guided me during my application and here I am!”

You just stare at her. “Right...”

“I swear on my life!” She begins to pack up her things, now that class is soon to start, and you shake your head at her. But by now she was finished with the conversation and is prattling about some girl she met in one of her other classes.

It’s so stupid, but the whole class, your mind keep tabs on that forum, just at the edge of consciousness.

⛧  … 

It’s 2:13 am and you very much hate your life. You’re exhausted and stressed. It’s way past your normal bedtime but you just have so much Precal homework to do. You feel like you’re drowning. Maybe it’s just because it’s late and you’re tired, but you can’t seem to stop thinking about what Mayu suggested. Mayu might be into some pretty odd things, but she most definitely isn’t dumb. If she’s said she’s done it before... maybe summoning an angel really does work?

You shake your head. That’s stupid. Rubbing your eyes, you get back to your homework. You have thirteen more questions left on this assignment, and then another fifteen question one. There’s no time to mess around.

So why can’t you get it out of your head?

You last six minutes before texting Mayu.

She tells you to make a sugar circle in your room, with bread and wine in the middle. It’s just you in your tiny studio apartment, and you’re a little too busy to really bake anything that needs sugar, so all you have is a tiny little thing that you use for your coffee. It’s not nearly enough to make a circle with. You use salt instead. Wine isn’t a drink that you typically have on hand either, but you have some leftover vodka that someone had left from a rare party that you had hosted like a year ago. It’s alcohol, so you figure it’ll work. The only thing that you actually had from what Mayu texted was bread, but you have a disappointing feeling that sliced bread from the grocery store isn’t quite what she meant either.

But you’re summoning an angel, after all. None of this is really as it seems.

There is a chant that Mayu sent you in what she says is Hebrew. That.. isn’t a language that you speak, so you know for a fact you aren’t going to say it right. You don’t know if it even truly is Hebrew. But once you draw the circle, light the red candle (Mayu said a white candle, but you only had red, so), and set up the alcohol and bread, you begin chanting.

Mayu had told you to go through the chant only once. But, doing so once, nothing happened. Twice, nothing happened. Thrice, with the same result. There was no smoke, no poof of magic, and most importantly, no guardian angel. Nothing.

You sigh, disappointed with yourself. The one time you trust Mayu’s ridiculousness, and it ends up like this. How could you be so dumb? Of course, no guardian angel is going to save you from math homework. If they even exist at all, they definitely have much more important things to do than a college student’s work. Sitting back down at your desk, you shoot a quick text to Mayu that it didn’t work.

She says to be patient, that it might come at one of the angel numbers. You don’t know what that is, but you’re tired. At this point, you just want to finish a couple more questions, then head to bed. The rest will be an issue for the future (y/n) to deal with.

But, as much as you wish to sleep, something keeps you up. You retired to your bed half an hour ago, at three. Most of your homework is completed, except for maybe a few questions. That’s something you can do before class, though. If you manage to fall asleep, that is.

There’s this itch underneath your skin, tingles with every move you make. It’s been like this for a while. you think. Maybe you’re getting sick. It’s hot, but you don’t feel like you have a fever. No, this is something different. The heat isn’t focused in your head, and you aren’t sweaty. Subconsciously, your thighs are clamped shut, hips softly moving. It feels good. You feel a little high.

The red light of your alarm clock illuminates your face as you stare at the time.

3:33 AM

Oh.

A little bit of you understands, but your mind has become a little hazy, a little foggy like cold November mornings. From the horror movies you’ve watched, seeing this specific time blinking red is unsettling.

Almost as if on queue, the floorboards creak in the hallway. Your cunt clenches, and you can’t help it. There are goosebumps on your arms, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. Slowly, you sit up. You normally leave a nightlight plugged into the socket across from your door in the hallway so that you don’t have to turn on a blinding light when you need to use the restroom at night. You can see it through the gap under your door, unless something is blocking it.

You watch the shine of the light disappear.

There’s someone in front of your door.

Curling your toes, you hold your breath, waiting. At this point, you think, there’s nothing you can do.

Slowly, steadily, you hear the lock on your door click, and watch as the door slowly opens.

Clearly, the summoning had worked.

But this is no angel.

Mottled black and purple horns protrude from the figure’s head, just barely illuminated by the dull lamp at your bedside table. His hair is red, and stands up. There’s a predatory smirk on his face, and your body heats. He’s wearing black ripped jeans and a leather jacket, and the skin on his knees look normal, but his hands are shaded a gradient of black and purple.

This, no questions asked, is a demon.

You frown, corners of your mouth wobbling. Surely, you are going to die, but you can’t help but feel something else. The way the demon looks at you is hungry, and it should not be so arousing. Perhaps he is going to eat your soul. But you think the fear does something for you too.

“Ah,” the demon says, smiling with sharp teeth. “How cute,” All you can do is stare at him. “How lucky am I to have someone as innocent as you,” the demon purrs and steps closer to your bed. “Look at the way you’re trembling, darling,” he reaches a finger out, and his nails are black and clawed. You can feel the tip of it on your chin, poking at you, and you lift your head with the movement of his finger to look him right in the eyes. You didn’t realize that you were shaking, but you stop now, paralyzed as you look into his eyes. They’re ravenous, and dark. No pupils, just blackness, but it’s piercing. There’s no way to really tell where he is looking, but you know that he’s staring straight through you.

The demon leans down to get level with you, where you sit up in bed. He grins, and his teeth are so sharp.

He’s going to tear you apart.

“Darling,” he murmurs, and his forked tongue darts out to lick at a tear you didn’t feel slide down your cheek. “I’m going to have so much fun with you,”

Once again, you tremble at his words. You have no idea what that means, but you’re certain these are your last moments. Taking a deep breath, you speak. “Are you going to eat me?” You mumble, quietly. The demon laughs loudly at you.

“Oh, sweetheart, cute. Of course, I’m going to eat you right up, how could I not?” He leans down further to lap at your neck, and your thighs clench together. Something about the sensation of his tongue and his proximity to you is so.. intoxicating, yet terrifying at the same time. You don’t know what to feel. Maybe you do want him to eat you.

“Am I going to die?” He lays you down, amused at your questions. You go pliantly, his tongue leaving you boneless. “No, not if you’re a good girl. Not if you don’t want to die. Do you want to die? Or do you want to be a good girl?” You are quiet for a moment, as you decide. A part of you wouldn't mind if you were eaten by him. His presence leaves your head foggy, almost as if you were tipsy on sweet wine. Perhaps you were just tipsy on his scent. He smells like earth and smoke and sulfur, something that makes your nose itch and your head hurt but leaves your thighs clenched together in the same breath. 

"No... I suppose I don't want to die," you whisper, as if speaking any louder will whisk him away. 

"So you're going to be my good girl, darling?" His right-hand slides over your chest and ghosts over your throat, his feeling of his fingertips lingering. He cups your jaw, thumb pulling at the corner of your mouth, and you only gaze at him, mesmerized. "Well, pretty? Good girls answer when asked a question." You nod, squeezing your eyes shut just for a moment.

"I-" you stutter when his left-hand slips under your sleep shirt, caressing the expanse of your stomach. "I'll be your good girl, um. Demon, sir." The demon laughs genuinely at that, leaning down to pull you in a short yet sultry kiss. He tastes like sweet nectarines, saccharine and syrupy, and you want to taste more. 

"You can call me Satori, sweetheart." Satori hums, kissing you once again. as if he knows how much you loved how he tasted. "Do you know what I'm here for? You called me here, after all." You shake your head, bashful that you had botched your summoning so awfully.

"... no, Satori, sir. I had, um, I had meant to summon an angel to help me with my math homework." Satori grins, forked tongue poking out between his teeth. With every word you speak, he looks more and more amused.

"And you got me instead, how ironic. You, my love, have summoned a demon." Of course, you had assumed that, it's quite obvious that Satori is nothing close to an angel. Yet, hearing the words, the confirmation, slithering off of his tongue leaves goosebumps. "I'll give you your deepest and darkest desires, darling," Satori drawls, his hand cold over your rib cage. When you shiver, you aren't sure if it's from the temperature or the touch itself. But you want it. The air around you is heavy with want, dark and leaden, weighing on you. 

"Okay," you whisper, because you don't really know what else to say. What else can you say? There is a demon in front of you, on top of you, touching you, kissing you, and he's going to ruin you. There is nothing that you can say. Your body speaks for you, with the way that you tremble beneath Satori, dripping with arousal.

"I know that you want it, pretty. I can smell it on you." Satori leans down, licking a stripe up the side of your neck, inhaling when he gets to the juncture between your jaw and your ear. "I can taste it." He bites at your earlobe, and it provokes a soft moan from you. "I'll eat you up, sweetheart." He sits up a little, just enough to pull you into a kiss, and this, this one is so... heady. Satori tastes so delicious, you just want to drink him up, and kissing him makes your head so cloudy in the best way you've ever felt. No drug could ever make you feel like this. When he pulls away, Satori leaves one hand on your jaw, and the other on your stomach slides up to cup your breast, squeezing firmly, but gently, and heat pools at your stomach. When you gasp, Satori hooks his thumb into your mouth so you can't close it all the way. Drool spills out of the corner.

"Oh, darling, look at you. So gorgeous, already drooling for me. Do you like how I taste, pretty?" You nod, tears pricking at your eyes, his words so sickly sweet, condescending in the most addicting way possible. "Of course you do. My spit is an aphrodisiac. Don't you feel it, sweetheart? Feel yourself go dumb with every taste?" A strangled sound leaves your throat, so desperate already. Satori laughs, so amused by your pathetic tears. You watch as he gathers spit on his forked tongue, watch as he leans over you and lets the spit from his tongue drip into your mouth. Immediately, the fruity taste explodes across your tongue and you whine at him, thighs clenching together. Your skin feels so hot, feverish and sweaty and you haven't really even done anything yet. 

"Look at you," Satori drawls as you moan at his touch. He caresses your cheek so gently compared to his words. "So pathetic, just lying here, letting me touch you. Looking so innocent but you're a little whore, aren't you? You even let me spit in your mouth, how disgusting!" The smooth pads of his fingers leave your cheek, only to connect harshly once again with a loud smack. The moan you let out is desperate, and sounds foreign even to your own ears.

He had slapped you, and you liked it.

Satori stands and roughly drags you to the edge of the bed, and you squeal in surprise. It's a little frightening, how his demeanour has hardened, but you're still wet and throbbing, and heat still flows through your body. You find that you enjoy being manhandled like this. It makes you feel like prey, and perhaps you are.

Gripping your waist, Satori fingers the edges of your pyjama shorts, grinning when you look up at him with teary eyes. The bulge in his pants is huge, and your cunt squeezes with the thought of something so big inside of you. He takes the waistband of your shorts and pulls, not hard enough to rip them, but it hurts a little when he yanks them off, and a part of you hopes that he handles you roughly enough tonight to leave bruises. With this, you feel surprised. You've never really had thoughts like this before. 

You feel corrupted.

Once your shorts are off, Satori sighs, one hand splayed over your hipbone and the other softly running up the wet patches on your underwear. "Have you ever been touched here before, darling?"

 You squirm in his hold, cunt sensitive already. "Um," you stutter, toes curling when he presses just the tiniest bit harder at your clit. "Kind of, I guess," While you weren't a virgin, you most definitely haven't felt anything like this before. Satori only smiles.

"I don't know about that," he says, moving your panties to the side. He settles lower onto the bed, closer to your abdomen, and kisses lightly at your stomach. "I don't think you've ever been touched like this before, not with the way that you're so responsive. Satori kisses at your hipbone, licks at the crease between your thigh and your cunt. You gasp when he blows cool air over your pussy. "You smell too pure. Sweet. Like cherries." And he inhales, just slightly, but you can hear it and your hole clenches around nothing, heat swelling in your stomach. You don't think you've ever been so wet before.

"I think I want to ruin you,"

Satori's nails are sharp against the flesh of your thighs, and a part of you wants him to make you bleed. Slowly, you can feel the darkness swirl through the haze of your mind, and you find yourself desiring things that you've never thought of before. When Satori uses his nail to poke sharply at the sensitive skin of your clit, you jerk, and it hurts, but it's good. You don't know what has gotten into you.

"God," you sigh, when he licks up your slit, but Satori shudders at that, a guttural growl leaving his throat. His teeth snap, and he looks up at you with dark eyes. The grip on your thigh has gotten tighter, almost breaking the skin, and your chest is full with arousal.

"Darling," Satori speaks coldly, and you know that you are in trouble. "Do you think it was smart to say such a word around me? Did you forget what I am?" He rises, his fingers still digging into your thigh while the other wraps tightly around your throat. You can still breathe, but it's difficult and there's pressure against your skull. It makes you a little light-headed, and your heart jumps in a pleasurable sort of fear.

"No, Satori, sir, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." you struggle to get out, but you do and he smiles, kissing hungrily at the corners of your mouth and your jawline.

"What a good girl you are, sweetheart. Of course, you weren't thinking, how could I forget how dumb I've made you for me? Just drooling and crying because you're so wet. Pathetic." You whimper at his words, diamond tears in your eyes, because he's right. There are no thoughts in your brain besides arousal and want, the desire for Satori to touch and corrupt you. Satori squeezes at your throat, just a little, but enough for your cunt to clench desperately. He leaves you with a light smack to your cheek, settling down between your legs once again. Instead of pushing them to the side, Satori takes your panties off this time, tugging them off roughly. His hands travel up your thighs, fingers digging so deliciously into your soft flesh. You look down only to see Satori looking at you like he wants to devour you.

And maybe you want him to.

"Fuck," he curses, eyes trained hungrily on your glistening cunt. "You look so appetizing, sweetheart. Gonna eat you right up," And Satori licks at your pussy like he's paid to do it, like he's born for it, and nobody's ever eaten you out before, but Satori quickly has you seeing stars with the way he puts pressure on your clit with his tongue. You sob in his hold, thighs quivering with the way that he eats you out. Soon, he takes a hand off of your thigh to slide a finger between your folds, using your wetness to slick it up enough to slide sweetly into your cunt, and it's only one finger but it presses against your walls and you wail beneath him. You've only ever been fingered once, and it wasn't that good, even with two fingers. Yet, even with just one, you're feeling ten times more pleasure than you ever had before, even by yourself. You squeeze around him as he still sucks on your clit, working a second finger inside of you. Even with his mouth busy, you can feel Satori grin against your cunt, so amused and satisfied with your reactions. When he presses his fingers against your sweet spot, you cry out, hands flying down to grip at his hair. Satori groans, and it's so deep and terrifying, but your toes curl and you feel so so close.

"Satori," you gasp, tears trailing down your cheeks. "Satori, please, wanna feel good, 'm close Satori," and he doesn't respond, can't really with his face buried in your cunt, but suddenly, he works a third finger in and you can't hold it anymore, and you gush around his fingers. He laps it right up, moaning into your pussy, and oh, you must taste good, then, if he's cleaning you up so eagerly. When he licks at your bud again, you jerk, still sensitive, crying out sweetly. It hurts, so you push at his head, but he insists on staying right where he is, with you trembling under him. He keeps the pads of his fingers pressed snugly against your sensitive walls while he continues to suck at your clit, and it's so so much, has you shaking and squirming to get away, but Satori lays his arm over your hips to hold you down. You can feel another orgasm building, and its much too soon. You sniffle beneath him, in tears with overstimulation, but there's amusement in his eyes when he looks up at your ruined face and you know he isn't going to stop until you come again.

"Can't, Satori, no more," you beg, hands pulling at his hair. He only grins into your cunt, fingers working you harder. "Please, no, I can't, not again!" You're sobbing and shaking but his fingers keep moving faster and harder, and when he pulls away from your clit to change his angle, you can feel it even more. "Oh, Satori, it's too much!" But he's smiling hungrily, teeth sharp and terrifying.

"But you love it, darling. Love being ruined, don't you? Wouldn't be so wet if you didn't." His fingers press in all the right places, and suddenly you can feel yourself rolling over the edge once more, and you can't hold it in. You squeal as you squirt all over yourself and his arm, trembling with overstimulation, and you can hardly breathe with the impact of your orgasm. Satori really loves it though, and it seems like with each orgasm that he brought you, his eyes got brighter, like he was feeding off of your pleasure, and maybe he was. He's a demon, after all.

"Fuck," you curse, and your legs twitch with every after-wave of arousal, cunt throbbing with the force of your orgasm. Slowly, Satori slides his fingers out of your sopping cunt, and his arm is dripping, something that you never would have thought you would see, and you clench when he looks you in the eyes and licks at the slick trailing down his forearm. You whimper, head falling back, where you're propped up on your elbows, and your inner thighs burn where Satori has forced them open. 

"So good for me, princess," Satori says coyly, as he continues to lick up your slick. "Taste so delicious, I really want to eat you up, now. Nobody's ever made you do that before, huh? Made your little cunny squirt?" You whimper and shake your head, hands curled up towards your chest, breathless. "Cute," he comments, and he pets himself over his black jeans. He had never alluded to his own pleasure this entire time, that you almost forgot what tends to happen next, and suddenly you get shy, and a little scared.

"Darling," Satori coos when he notices your change in demeanour. "There's no point in being afraid," he laughs, staring straight into your eyes. "I've already ruined you anyways, might as well just take this." You frown, but he's right. He's already made you come twice, and you still feel hot, your cunt is still throbbing and begging to be filled. There is nothing more that you can do but take Satori's cock. 

He's knelt over you, thighs straddling your ribs when he takes his cock out. It's so close to your face, and you go cross-eyed staring at it. Satori is big and thick, and you don't know how he's going to fit anywhere. You've never done more than a handjob before, much less given a blowjob or taken cock in your pussy before. You gaze up at him, worried, but that only serves to make it better for him, you can see the way his eyes get a little more lidded when he looks at you. "Satori, sir," you murmur.

"Yes, sweetheart?" But he already knows what you're going to say. He strokes himself above you, and his precum drips onto your chest, just barely missing where your sleep shirt is scrunched up under your underarms. You whimper, just a quiet little noise, but of course, Satori hears you. He smiles deviously, and takes his cock and rubs it on your breasts, making a mess of you with his precum. "Darling," Satori groans, oh so condescending. "Looks like you've got a little something on you, what a messy girl. Pathetic." You moan at his words, humiliated, but it feels good. With your panties off and your shirt rucked up, you feel so exposed, and you find that you love this feeling of helplessness. Satori strokes his cock again and scoots up your chest just enough so that the tip of his cock rests just at your lips. "Since you're so disgusting, I think you should clean me up. You've made this mess, after all. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. It's only fair."

Your lips wobble preciously, on the verge of tears as you gaze up at Satori with glistening eyes. "But," you whisper, a gentle frown on your face. "I don't know how to do that, Satori, sir. I've never... never done that before." And Satori, he smiles wider at you, and you can see the way that glee swells within his eyes, and oh, you realise, cunt throbbing, oh. He gets off on this. Satori gets off on the idea that you're innocent. That you're a virgin. He wants to destroy you, corrupt you, ruin you for anyone else. He wants to take something away from you that nobody else can get after. It's his. He, Satori, is the one who ruined you. Somebody else can fuck your tight cunt, can taste you, can feel your lips on them, but he had it first. 

But its okay, you think, because you want Satori to ruin you, too. 

"Good," he whispers, before his cock is pressing more insistently against your lips. Reluctantly, you open your mouth, and you're a little worried, you don't know how to cover your teeth or take him in or anything, but you know that it'll be okay in the end. Satori will teach you. "Good," he repeats, headier, as he slides just the very tip between your lips, and while maybe you are a little inexperienced, you aren't innocent either, and you know what feels good, so you swirl your tongue tentatively around the head, tongue dipping precariously into the slit. Satori groans above you, and you can feel the muscles on his thighs tense under your palms as he resists the urge to completely sheath himself down your throat. "Fuck," Satori curses, and suddenly, his hands are in your hair, gripping hard, and his eyes are glowing. You cry out in a surprised moan, the hold on your hair bringing diamond tears back to the corners of your eyes. "So fucking good, darling, what a good whore for me," he says, and in the same breath, he's shoving his cock a little bit further into your mouth. You choke, just slightly, but recover quickly, and you try your hardest to focus on keeping your teeth covered and making him feel good, eyes squeezed shut. Just slightly, you press your tongue right under the head, and his cock jerks in your mouth, and god, you think you can feel your pussy leaking.

Your body is warm and tingling, even as you choke so gorgeously on Satori's cock. He's not even in all the way, and you're already gagging, your throat just not used to taking something so big inside. Now, he's just let go, pays no mind to your breath or your jaw, lost in the pleasure of the wet heat of your mouth. Even though it's difficult, you try to work your tongue as he fucks your throat, and you can't really swirl it, at least not now with such a low skill level, but you manage to press it against the underside of his cock, the pressure catching just under the head of his cock every time he pulls out, and he groans, grip on your hair tightening. You feel so used and normally you would be disgusted by this, but all you can really think about is how you want this always, how you want to be Satori's, his sweet puppy knelt at his side where you belong and, and you have no idea where this is coming from. It feels like you're intoxicated, the only things that run through your head is the way that Satori's cock smells, his touch, how you want him to split you open forever and ever. 

"Oh," Satori groans, and suddenly you're brought back to the real world. You had floated away at some point, you aren't quite sure when, but you're finally aware of your surroundings again. "Poor baby, got fucked so dumb she forgot what she was doing, sweet thing." It's now that you realise that your jaw had gone completely slack, lips no longer wrapped tightly around his cock. Your tongue just rests dead in your mouth, and you really had just checked out, thinking about how much you wanted Satori. Let him fuck your sloppy mouth, too dumb to even do anything. 

"'M sorry," you gasp when he pulls out. You feel a little bad, but it seems like he liked it. Liked that you couldn't even think and just let him do whatever he wanted. But you don't mind. Satori can do whatever he wants to you whenever he wants. Your saliva drips from his cock onto you breasts, and Satori looks feral on top of you.

"Its okay, darling," Satori coos, taking your breasts in his hands and squeezing, sucking in a breath at the way they glisten with all the spit and precum smeared on your skin. "I already know what you need. I can smell it on you. Your poor cunny is absolutely dripping for my cock, and I know that you want it too, don't you?" You cry out and nod, because you do. You need it so bad. 

"Please," you whisper, and you sound so desperate and wrecked that you almost didn't recognise your own voice. "Satori, sir, please. Need it so bad, so bad." You start to cry, then, and your cunt is throbbing and you want to be filled so badly, all of these feelings are so overwhelming. Satori hushes you with his mouth, using his tongue to spread your lips apart. He pulls away and slides off of you to grip your thighs and press them as far as he can towards your chest. 

"Okay, darling," Satori drawls, a feral grin showing off his sharp teeth. "Gonna ruin you real good," He moves forward, taking one hand off of your thigh to line himself up with you fluttering cunt. Your thighs shake in anticipation, you've never had anything like this inside of you before, and you're so scared but also incredibly excited. And you can feel it, too, when the head of Satori's cock presses against your hole. Your pussy throbs, and it's right there and you can feel it. So so close to having his cock inside of you, you squirm, moving your hips to try and work the head in some more, just a little bit, anything! Satori laughs at your efforts. 

 Satori coos at you. "That's cute, sweetheart, wanna be filled so badly? Take it then." He pushes himself all the way in.

You cry out, and it fucking burns, but his head hits just above your cervix so mind-numbingly that you don't even care, body seizing in an addictive mixture of pain and pleasure and you can hear yourself gasping, but you can't feel yourself breathe. Satori curses above you, leaning into his thrust to fill himself as deep inside you as possible. It's almost like you can feel him in your stomach, he's so big and pressing so deep, you feel much more full than any vibrator could ever grant you. It's so good, even more so when Satori pulls back out and slams himself inside once again, leaving you to cream delicately all over his cock.

"Fuck," Satori groans, his grip tightening on the flesh of your thighs as you flutter around him. You sob, reaching up to grab at him, needing something, anything to ground you. Taking your left hand in his, Satori presses your arm above your head, and even though your other hand is gripping hard on his shoulder, you feel so helpless. Your second orgasm did absolutely nothing to help with the heat in your stomach and with the way that Satori continues to fuck your tight heat has you bracing yourself for your next orgasm.

"Fuck, Darling," Satori curses again, pulling out to carelessly flip you over onto your stomach. One hand presses between your shoulder blades to keep your upper body flush with the mattress, and the other grabs your hips and settles you on your knees. A part of you must have forgotten what he is, and you were shocked with the way he just lifted you like you were nothing, but his roughness only led to arousal, and you sob as he pounds you into the mattress. "Cute, sweetheart," Satori coos, hand sliding from your back to grip your hair and pull. You moan loudly, and you've never felt a feeling of pain and pleasure like this before, and you think that it's something you may become addicted to. "Love being manhandled like this, huh? Who's gonna think you're innocent now, hmm? Such a dirty girl, now, getting off to being pushed around and bruised. Ruined for anybody else." Satori leans down, then, breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. "This is all mine, isn't it, love?"

"Yeah," you respond, breathless with the way that Satori thrusts into you, "yes, Satori, sir. All yours," It's difficult to speak and your words stutter and slur, between the drool dripping down your chin and how Satori is fucking you mindless, but you hope it gets the point across. You don't know. You can't really think. Satori nips at your earlobe and growls into your ear.

"Good." And then he pulls your hair so hard you have to bring your back flush with his chest, and his other hand wraps deliciously around your throat as he holds you up against him. Before, you could never understand how anyone would like to be treated so roughly during sex, the thought of being choked was terrifying to you, but here you are now, eyes fluttering delicately as you can hardly breathe from the hand on your throat and Satori's hips. It feels so fucking good, and you don't think anyone else could ever make you feel this way. You feel drunk on Satori's existence, and your cunt squeezes so nicely around him at that. 

"Please," you beg, just barely able to get your words out. That feeling is there again, and you know that you're close, but you want Satori to come first. "Please," you repeat, just as broken as before. You try to move your hips yourself, just a little, but Satori only laughs.

"Sweet thing, trying so hard, but you've been pounded too stupid for that, hmm darling? Can't even speak, poor girl." He speaks so highly, but you can tell that he's close too, with the way that his hips stutter, and he sounds a little breathless himself. You only squeeze harder around him, half on purpose and half because the way he speaks to you is so addicting. His groans are deep and they're getting a little feral, and it's so fucking hot, his nails dig into your skin and it hurts so good, his thrusts become so erratic and he's louder and growling and, and-

Warm liquid spurts into your cunt and his cock pulses inside of you and that, that, sends you over the edge, and you cream over his cock once again as he comes inside of you.

Satori lets go of you, gently placing you face down on the bed, and finally, you can breathe again. Your chest is heaving as you lie there, and when he slowly pulls out, you can feel his cum drip out of you. Whining, you squirm at the feeling, mind too hazy to do anything about it. "Sweetheart," Satori murmurs, running his fingers through your hair, shushing you. "I'll run a bath to clean you up. Feeling okay?" You only whine again, toes curling in embarrassment. That was so... you were so... dirty. But Satori only laughs softly at you, nothing close to the degrading laugh you heard earlier. 

"No worries, darling, I'll take care of you."

[demonprosecutor]

AU: Phantom Phoenix AU SUMMARY: she can’t sleep with Wright around

in the quiet moments of the night, Camilla doesn’t sleep, a terrifying wakefulness that is born from the prickling, prey awareness of danger that lingered on her tongue as a single word. Death, thy name is Wright. In the quiet moments of the night, Camilla doesn’t sleep, a watchfulness that is birthed from the helpless realization that if he struck, there was very little that could stop him.

it’s a familiar feeling, this flirtation with danger and death, but one that filled the girl with an acute sense of unease. Of course, she has had her own brushes with death (after all, being the daughter of high-end suppliers in LA’s drug ring meant that interaction and exposure with the worst kinds of people were inevitable); however, she was shielded by the power and influence of her parents.

Here, Camilla was as vulnerable as a newborn sea turtle - a few strokes away from freedom, yet terrifyingly exposed to the dangers of the above-world. Sure, she had her father’s, Miles Edgeworth, protection just from the fact that Edgeworth was tacked onto her last name, crisply hyphenated and emphasized with a smile. But when will that last? There was only so much protection a name could ever offer.

Her nightlight cast illumination in the furthest corner of her rather spacious room, her bathroom door slightly ajar to allow for the faintest sliver of light to paint wooden floors. Camilla’s blankets and pillows were pulled tight on her person, a metal bat propped against her headboard for easy reach. Yet these were creature comforts that did nothing to alleviate the anxiety that coursed through her body in unrelenting waves of adrenaline that made her feel too much like a deer and not so much like a human.

A quick glance to her digital clock, which boasted a bright 3:00 AM, made her insides shrivel - her body curling up in reminiscence of the dying scream of a centipede or pillbug that curled up in its death. 

Quietly, softly, breath trapped in her lungs, could she hear it. It being the slow steps of someone who didn’t quite know the creaky spots of the house, yet was in control enough to not allow for their full weight to settle on the spot, the noise that was sure to rouse Dad from his slumber. Camilla’s ears strained as she listened to the sharp CRE---- before it gently eased off, enough that it could be disguised as the condominium shuddering.

But Camilla knew better. When one was surrounded by evil, one knew evil - like it was a part of their soul, a withering little infection that was too weak to truly take hold, but strong enough to remain. She pulled the blankets closer to her face, just above her nose, staring at her door. Listening, waiting, shaking at the way the steps stopped just in front of her door.

The knob turned, scintillating light reflected from the polished gleam, and the door opened soundlessly. A whoosh of displaced air as the swallowing darkness peeked a hello and invited her to step into the shadows.

She wanted to close her eyes, toss the blankets over her head and pretend that no one was there - especially not Wright. But prey knows better than to surrender to predator, so Camilla keeps her eyes open. Stares straight into the disconcerting whites of Wright’s, gleamed red. No discernable feature, his face awash in shadow.

They breathed, Camilla’s sharp and anxiety-ridden and Wright’s slow and calm. 

If eyes were the windows to the soul, Camilla thought after a few long seconds of their staring contest, his would be dead. There was something wrong about Wright, something evil and dead and dreadful.

The man that stood behind the slightly-opened space of her opened door suddenly smiled, pearly-white teeth that was visible in the abject darkness.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, a slow, drawling rasp that made the hairs on the back of Camilla’s neck rise, her fingers twitching for the bat. Wright makes no move to come into her room, but there was something menacing about having her father’s lover stand outside, peeking inside in a way that freaked Camilla out. “I could... make some chamomile tea.” The offer, if made by someone else, would’ve been nice and sweet and endeared her quickly. But coming from that man’s mouth made it seem like an offer of poison, like Wright was going to boil some water and slip some rat poison or wolfsbane or whatever.

Her teeth chattered when she spoke up, “N-no thanks.” Camilla squeaks, fingers white from the strength of her grip, “just... stressed. About a test.” Which wasn’t a lie; however, that wasn’t exactly her biggest concern at the moment.

Wright’s smile never faltered, frozen on his face like a cartoon character glitching. “That’s a shame.” He says brightly, playfully, uncaringly. The trifecta of wrong emotions to express at that exact moment. “But you wouldn’t have to worry about it much longer.”

Camilla shook harder, her voice weak and muffled beneath the wool of her blankets. “Wh-what?”

Wright’s smile closed. Until his teeth no longer showed, eyes unblinking. “Good night, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

She nodded slowly, watched as he pulled the door closed, still staring at her until the door clicked shut. Camilla did not sleep for the rest of the night.

----

The morning greeted her in infuriating burst of sunlight and birdsong; far too cheery for her and grated on her nerves, as sleep-deprived as she was, it was understandable. Camilla had spent the rest of the early morning, listening for Wright and eventually fell in a restless sleep, 30 minutes before she was meant to wake up.

Miles’ brows furrowed as he leaned over, thumbing the bruised darkness underneath Camilla’s eyes. “You look exhausted, did you sleep at all last night?” There’s a faint hint of disapproval flirting with (wrongful) knowingness in his voice. As though he suspected that she stayed up to watch Netflix again. “But then again, you feel warm...” Miles placed the back of his hand on his daughter’s forehead, half-mindful of Phoenix pattering in the background, making breakfast. 

Camilla grumbled, as she was coddled over. “I... couldn’t sleep last night. i had nightmares.” Miles looked concerned at that, eyes flicking to his cellphone.

“Maybe I could call you in sick, so that you can get more sleep. Make it a Mental Health day for you.” He smiles gently, “Phoenix could stay with you.”

She tries to not let the fear show on her face, but nervousness saturates her tone, as her eyes wandered over to Phoenix who had the same unnerving smile from last night. When Miles looked over, the smile turned more human. More loving. “I wouldn’t want to bother him...” Camilla whispers, fingers twisting together underneath the table.

Phoenix... Wright laughs, plating the pancakes before drizzling it with maple syrup and placing it before Camilla, leaning over the table - shadows dancing over the angles of his face. Menace disguised behind benevolence. “It wouldn’t be a bother. Besides, I want to get to know you better.” His smile widens and it takes everything in Camilla to not shrink. 

“Miles would not stop talking about you.”

[aweirdkindofyellow]

Here I Am, There You Are, Snapshot 3

Jack Barakat x OC ‘Rachel has been best friends with Alex, Jack, Rian, and Zack since high school. What happens when one of them gets married?’

A continuation from the normal Here I Am, There You Are chapters. Under the same name, just a slightly different branding.

Snapshot 3

No matter who your husband was, waking up at 5 am with nobody beside you when there definitely should have been someone was quite jarring. There was a time when it was normal, when Archie would wake up multiple times throughout the night, but we were way past that now. At first I assumed he must have gone to the bathroom, but there wasn't any light coming from underneath the door.

I waited for a bit, hoping to just fall asleep. But he didn't come back and it was consuming my mind too much for me to even keep my eyes closed for a long period of time. It actually started to make me question if I had messed up my dates and woken up in some sort of daze. I even turned around, reached out, and grabbed my phone from my nightstand to see if Jack was actually on tour or something. But no. He was supposed to be home.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried, and decided to just get out of bed and see where he was. Maybe Alex had called him about music, maybe he couldn't sleep himself, or maybe–and this would have been bad–something was wrong with Archie.

The hallway was completely dark as well except for the little nightlight we had plugged into the wall. I stood outside our room for a second, listening to see if I could pinpoint any sounds. I was hoping for something like the mumbling of the TV, Jack speaking from downstairs or in the office, or hearing him talk to Archie.

But there was nothing.

I decided to first go to Archie's room to see if he was okay. The door was ajar, like we always kept it, but the lights were dimmed instead of off. I was sure I had turned them off after I had put Archie to bed. So, Jack must have been in here. But he wasn't in the usual chair we would sit in if Archie was having a bad night. Yet the lights that were still on told me he didn't leave the room.

Or maybe he did, but kept the lights as dimmed as possible for Archie.

I stepped further into the room to take a look at Archie and my heart melted. There, in the crib we had adjusted for Archie's age, was not just my baby boy, but also my husband. Jack had his legs up, curled around Archie's body, his arm protectively holding him close. It was adorable. Both of them had their lips parted, their breath rising and falling in sync, and both heads of hair were a mess.

As much as I wanted to sneak away and leave them be, I knew Jack was going to be in excruciating pain if he was going to sleep in that position for any longer. His neck was craned into an awkward position and his back was completely curved.

So, I got down to be at their level, put my arm through the bars, and softly put in on his shoulder to wake him up.

When he started stirring, I whispered, "hey."

He groaned a little in response, turning his head to me. In the process, he already flinched at the change of position.

"You should get back to bed," I told him.

He rubbed his eyes with the hand that wasn't close to Archie. "But Archie was having a nightmare..."

"And he's asleep now." I smiled softly. "But if you stay in here any longer, you're not going to be able to play with him tomorrow."

"Right," he nodded carefully and started trying to shuffle away without waking Archie up. "Will you help me out?"

"Of course." I nodded and got back up.

Jack slowly sat up. Almost every movement ended with him freezing and checking if he hadn't accidentally woken Archie. But that boy was quite a deep sleeper once he was gone. Eventually, Jack managed to get up on his feet. I held out my arms for him while he threw his one leg over the bars and then carefully dragged the other over as well.

"God, I'm already in pain," he chuckled, rubbing his neck.

"Come on," I ushered him out of the room, "let's get back to bed. I can help you get the knots out there."

"Oh, is that all you're going to do?" I said back smugly.

"Watch it," I warned as I switched off the light and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, pushing him down the hallway.

[remywrites5]

could you write some rainy night jegulus fluff please? i adore your writing and i've had so many jegulus feels lately

James sighed wistfully as he stared out the window. He’d planned to take Harry to the park but instead it had decided to rain something awful. Harry had taken up residence in front of the telly, watching something called Story bots, while he coloured absentmindedly in one of his Mickey Mouse books. So that was his son sorted but what about James?

           Regulus was lying on the sofa, his long legs stretched out and crossed primly at the ankles. He was reading Dracula, about halfway through it, ignoring the sounds from the telly. James huffed and flopped down onto his husband, Reg letting out an “oof” in surprise.

           “May I help you with something?” Reg asked, dropping his book down enough to raise a meaningful eyebrow at James.

           “Bored,” James mumbled, pulling Reg’s books from his hands and placing it on the coffee table. “Entertain me?”

           “Story bots not doing it for you?” Reg joked, sliding his fingers through James’ messy hair. “I swear you’re worse than our four-year-old.”

           James whined and buried his face in Reg’s neck. “Am not,” he said petulantly, wrapping his arms around Reg and holding him tight.

           Reg chuckled and pressed kisses to James’ forehead. “That would have been much more convincing without the whinging.”

           James tilted his chin up and captured Reg’s lips in a soft kiss. No matter how many years they’d been married, James never tired of kissing Reg, his lips full and plump, just begging to be bitten. Christ,how long had it been since they’d had a moment alone together to do more than snuggle? Harry had started having nightmares and so more often than not he found his way into their bed. It didn’t leave much time for intimacy.

           James forced himself to break the kiss before he got carried away. “We need to have a date night soon,” he murmured softly, giving Reg a meaningful look. Reg’s eyes darkened in response as he realized what James meant. He bit his bottom lip and that was really not helping the situation. Reg looked over at Harry and cleared his throat, breaking the tension between them. “Hey Harry, I think dad needs some entertainment. Why don’t you put on your wellies and we’ll go splash around in some puddles?”

           “Yeah!” Harry said excitedly, abandoning his colouring book on the floor and rushing off to his room.

           Reg slid out from underneath James and turned off the telly. “I think we all could use some cooling off,” he said, giving James a cheeky wink before going to the closet and pulling out their rain boots and coats. He tossed James his red coat before slipping into his own green one. Harry bounded down the stairs with his stuff in his hands, his little face barely containing his excitement.

           “I need help,” Harry said, struggling to stand up and put his boots on in one go. James just barely managed to catch him before he toppled over. He picked Harry up and arranged his boots underneath him, sliding him into both with one go. He then helped Harry into his raincoat, zipping it up for him knowing that Harry still struggled a bit with zippers. He had a tendency to get his shirts caught in them when he tried to do it on his own.

           When he glanced over at Reg, his husband was watching them with a fond expression on his face. The corners of his mouth twitched as he tried not to smile. James stood up and slid on his own boots before padding over to Reg. He pulled Reg’s hood up over his head and used his grip on it to pull him forward into a kiss.

           “Dads! No time for snogs,” Harry said, tugging on the end of James’ coat.

           James sighed and broke away. He grabbed the umbrella from the stand and his keys from the bowl on the table beside it, slipping them into his pocket. “Hood up, Harry,” he said as he opened the door and their family adventured out into the rain.

           James opened the umbrella and Reg joined him underneath it. They walked along the sidewalk, arm in arm, while Harry jumped in puddles in front of them. Their son giggled as the water splashed around him. “He’s going to be a mess by the time we get him home,” Reg said with a deep sigh as Harry grabbed a fallen stick and began slapping a puddle with it.

           “Don’t look at me, this was all your idea,” James said, giving Reg a lopsided grin.

           “Well it’s better than being cooped up in a house with you being all restless,” Reg said rationally. Harry hit the sidewalk with the stick a bit too hard and it broke into two pieces. Harry took the two pieces and began wielding them like swords.

           “I meant what I said about a date night,” James said, resting his head on Reg’s shoulder. “Sirius and Remus would be happy to take Harry for a night.”

           “I think that sounds wonderful,” Reg responded, cupping James’ chin and kissing him sweetly. “But until then you’re just going to have to behave yourself.”

           James huffed out a breath. “That’s no fun.”

           Regulus laughed. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked James fondly.

           “Keep me,” James answered, kissing Reg again.

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           They walked in a large circle, letting Harry get his energy out, before arriving back home. Reg picked Harry up and immediately took him upstairs for a bath. James stripped out of his wet clothing and got into a pair of sweats. It felt like a night for soup so he made his mum’s chicken noodle from scratch that she used to make whenever he was sick as a kid.

           Regulus entered the kitchen with Harry in his arms, wrapped in a towel and his dark hair sticking wetly to his forehead. James pushed the hair aside and kissed his son there. Harry reached out for him and James took him off Reg’s hands. Reg smiled gratefully and went to the cupboard. He took down two wine glasses and poured them each a glass of expensive Pinot Grigio. Despite James having rid Regulus of some of his more posh tendencies, expensive wines was one of the few things he still indulged in. He slid one over to James before taking a sip of his own.

           James pushed the towel aside and blew raspberries on Harry’s tummy, making Harry laugh and wiggle in his arms. “Why don’t you put on your pyjamas and we’ll watch a movie while we eat dinner?” James suggested, setting Harry down.

           “Can we watch Spider-man?” Harry asked, staring up his dads with a hopeful expression.

           “Harry, we watched that yesterday,” James said, shaking his head.

           “But dad!” Harry whined, stomping his little feet.”I want Spider-man!”

           Regulus snorted into his wine glass and James shot him a look. Reg shrugged in response. “I don’t know where he gets it from,” he said sarcastically.

           James stuck his tongue out at him. “What about Coco? You liked that one, remember?”

           Harry considered it for a moment. “Okay!” he said, the towel falling off of him as he rushed up the stairs to get dressed.

           James sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Reg slid over and wrapped his arms around James from behind, resting his chin on James’ shoulder. “What is it, love?” he asked, pressing soft kisses to James’ neck. James hummed and pressed back against Reg.

           “McGonagall always warned me at school that one day I’d have a kid just like me,” James said, smiling at the memory. “I guess she was right.”

           Regulus chuckled and a wave of nostalgia hit James at the sound. He remembered Reg from their school days, always so proper and stoic, never letting himself show any emotions. It had taken James years to crack that shell Reg hid inside. He still took it as a personal victory every time Reg smiled or laughed or dared to show anyone the depth of how much he cared. Now it came so easily to him, that warmth and fondness, that it was difficult to remember a time when he hadn’t been so open with his emotions.

           “Well what did I do to deserve two of you?” Reg teased, nipping playfully at James’ earlobe.

           “You’re the idiot who fell in love with me,” James reminded him, turning in Regulus’ arms and kissing him deeply. Reg hummed against his lips and pressed James back against the kitchen counter. When they heard Harry’s feet on the stairs they broke apart.

           “I’m ready!” Harry said, standing proudly in his Spider-man pyjamas, the shirt inside out and backwards with the tag sitting under his little chin.

           Regulus ducked his head down to hide his smile before crouching in front of their son and fixing his shirt. Harry huffed in annoyance as Reg fussed over him. While Reg helped their son, James poured each of them a bowl of soup, only giving Harry a little so he wouldn’t spill it all over himself. “Two hands,” Reg reminded Harry as James handed over his dinner. Harry nodded and walked slowly into the living room, taking each step with care.

           Reg and James settled on the sofa with their soup and wine while Harry sat on the floor with his feet under the coffee table, his soup in front of his face so he wouldn’t spill any on the way to his mouth. James put on Coco and they ate their dinner as the movie played. James knew Reg preferred eating at the table instead of the less civilized eating on the sofa. But every once in a while he made exceptions.

           With the movie over and their stomachs comfortably full, Reg and James took Harry upstairs to put him to bed. After all of them brushed their teeth together – the only way Harry would do it - Reg tucked Harry in while James sat on the edge of the bed and read him Goodnight Moon. Once the story was over, the two of them leaned down together from opposite sides of the bed and gave Harry a kiss on his cheeks. James turned the overhead light off as Reg turned the nightlight on. They wished their son goodnight before heading into their own room.

           The rain pattered against the window, not having let out for a single second. James stripped down to his pants and then grabbed his sleep shirt from the edge of the bed, tugging it over his head. Reg slipped into his silk pyjamas and then settled on his side of the bed. James crawled in next to him and pulled him close. “What do you think the chances are we won’t have a little visitor tonight?”

           Reg stared at him pensively for a moment before answering. “I’d say about sixty-forty. Today was a good day.”

           “A very good day,” James said, kissing Reg sweetly. “Thanks.”

           “For what?” Reg asked quietly, removing James’ glasses and placing them gently on the nightstand.

           “For putting up with me.”

           Reg smiled. “It is a chore sometimes,” he joked, tangling their legs up together.

           “Oi!”

           Regulus covered his mouth to stifle his laugh, not wanting to disturb their son in the next room. If Harry heard any kind of merriment going on he’d no doubt come to investigate and join in.

           “You love me,” James huffed, rubbing their noses together.

           “Mmm,” Reg hummed in agreement. “I just might.”

           “You do,” James said with conviction, kissing Reg deeply to remind him of that fact.

           When they pulled apart, Reg was smiling, and James took it as another victory. “I do,” Reg confirmed softly. “But then madness does run in my family.”

          James rolled his eyes in response.  “Such a tosser.”

           “I know you are but what am I?”

           “So childish!” James said indignantly, shaking his head at his husband.

           Reg laughed quietly. “I learned from the best.”

           James kissed Regulus again, stealing as many moments of peace with his husband as he could. They swapped lazy kisses until neither one could keep their eyes open, the sound of the rain outside lulling them to sleep.

[thedarkstrangeson]

Scared of the Dark

Pairing: Logicality

In which: Patton is scared of the dark and goes to Logan for comfort. Logan decides to do something about this.

Nonbinary!Patton because I can.

Inspired by this thing I found: Circuit Heart

Warnings: Not much its just fluff. scared of the dark, food mention, dunno what else I should say

Words: 746

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“Lo?” the door opened softly, brushing against the carpet.

Logan opened his eyes, internally registering that it was approximately 3 am, per his circadian rhythm, and rolled over to face the door.

“What is it, Patton?”

“Can’t sleep. Been up for awhile”

Logan didn’t say anything more to that just yet. He simply sat up and opened his arms. Patton shuffled over to the bed and buried themself in the embrace, holding on to Logan like he was their lifeline. They hiccuped a little and pushed their head into his shoulder. Logan just about melted right then and there.

“You could’ve come sooner. I’m always here for you”

“...”

“Was it the dark?”

Patton murmured agreement into his shoulder, shivering a little.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you.” Logan pulled them down to the bed and curled himself around them, tugging the sheets over a bit more. Patton’s breath began to even out and they relaxed into the cuddling. Soon, Patton drifted off to sleep entirely, but Logan left his arms wrapped around the other. He pressed a kiss to the top of their head gently, and fell asleep too.

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Logan awoke to a warm weight pressed to his chest, and his right arm asleep underneath it. He went to move his arm - but oh, that was under Patton wasn’t it?

“Good morning, Sunshine,” he whispered instead into the other side’s hair.

“Don’ wanna move yet.”

“M’kay well let me get my arm out from under you so we can stay here.” Logan gently extricated his arm and chose to instead fumble around for Patton’s hand to hold. Their warm palms slotted neatly together, and Logan decided that they were going to have to stay like this for at least a little while longer.

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Eventually, Patton got up to go make breakfast and Logan was left to his own devices for a bit. He savored the memory of them waking up together, but hated how scared Pat had seemed when they came down the hall to his room. He made up his mind to make something to rectify the situation.

Several sketches later, Logan arrived at his final design. It would be a portable nightlight, battery operated for ease of use and made in the shape of, what else but a heart. He hoped Patton would like it. But that would have to be finished after breakfast.

Breakfast was a warm, familiar affair between the sides. Pat knew each one’s favorite foods and each took turns helping them in the mornings. Logan got his toast with Crofter’s, and a steaming mug of coffee. He sat down at the table and they all made quiet plans(except Roman, he couldn’t possibly be quiet about anything) for the day, sharing fond looks with Patton across the way. 

“Come find me before bed tonight? I’ve got something for you,” Logan whispered as they parted. 

“Oooh, a surprise?” Pat’s eyes widened at the idea, “I am so looking forward to it, moonbeam!”

Logan turned away to hide his face reddening at the nickname. Of course, he was a bit of a hypocrite, recalling the events of the morning. But he had a reputation to uphold! 

He quickly made his way through the mind palace to his workshop and got started on his secret project.

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Several hours of soldering and assembly later, it was done. At the flick of a button the wand lit up to light Patton’s way in the dark. It could also change colors with further clicks, and connected to a star shaped dock that plugged into a wall outlet. It ran on rechargeable batteries, so as to never fail Patton in their darkest (pun unintended) hour.

Logan made his way back to his room to finish up the rest of his duties for the night. But he left the wand resting by his side, for safekeeping. 

That evening, Patton showed up at his door, almost bouncing with excitement.

“You said you have something to show me?”

“Yes, come in. After last night, I thought you might be in need of a nightlight.” suddenly embarrassed, Logan muttered his last sentence, “So I made you this.” He offered out the wand to Patton, flicking it on.

Patton’s eyes lit up with the nightlight.

“Lo, I love it! Its a heart and it lights up and ohmygoodness it changes colors too!”

“I’m glad you like it, Patton.” He smiled slowly.

“Can I hug you?”

“Yes.”

Logan actually did melt this time.