#unless i find a way to not burn my fingers and have them fit me properly

[c-0f-chaos]

I made some rings!

They look good, but like every time I try to make rings, they're a pain to make

It's so hard to put them in the right shape, I always burn my fingers. Some of them are still loose and don't get me staring on getting the length right

I also made the last addition to my phone charm chain! The pastel burnt

This chain keeps bringing me joy every day! Heres the others if you're interested

[softspace-fics]

Lost pt.3

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️

Masterlist - All my work!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, Reader does not know or remember bucky or Steve in this part! This is mainly backstory to explain reader!! please let me know if I missed any!!

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As the next missions continue to come, the murder, the crime, the fraying of your brain, the pain, the burning, the destroying of the sweet person you used to be continued on as well. They forced you to only remember the metal armed man as a traitor and a nuisance to your work. You continued your pattern of jobs for a few more weeks until the day came, where your mission got compromised, the day you were supposedly “saved” from the terror and the experiments.

You slide down the side of the building, bracing yourself for impact while repeatedly hitting your abort button, the button that was supposed to get you safely back into your handler's possession, apparently, they lied.

The moment you pressed that button you were on your own, you were no longer their responsibility. They didn’t care if you died or lived.

Why weren’t they coming?

After everything you had done for them,

They. Weren’t. Coming.

You flew off of sight from your eventually to be boyfriends, and you start to shake as you somehow escape downtown, trying to keep off the radar.

To help you try and keep away from those chasing you down, you sneak in and out of a thrift shop, raiding the clothes that you could find to be able to hide yourself.

You carefully break into a apartment that used to be a place for soldiers under hydra to stake-out, but had turned into a ghost town after they changed locations. Sitting in the bathroom after finding old sewing supplies, you slowly piece your flesh back together after being grazed and hit with a few shots.

When you would get harmed after missions, you never received medical attention unless it was to fix something massive like the time 3 of your fingers went missing. Other than that they threw sewing supplies at you and you had to figure it out.

After 4 hours of doing your best to sew yourself up, you clammer to the corner of the bedroom and under the side table. You position yourself where you cant be seen but you can easily hear if someone enters the apartment. If someone as much as makes a move 4 streets over you’ll know.

You were pumped with similar serum as to your metal armed traitor of a partner. Your senses were so heightened that sleeping was the worst thing to have to do but even after all those training sessions and all of those experiments, you were still somewhat human.

You spend a few hours getting a minimal amount of sleep before you end up waking up and climbing out from under the table. You’re so used to being in a cage that you feel almost concerned being able to now walk freely among other people. How were you not being locked up and trapped again?

Why was life doing everything in its power to trap you in a place between hell and eternal living of the damned? You mindfully check every window, closing the blinds and making sure its completely sealed shut before you move on to the doors, vents, and anywhere else someone could hear you or try and make a move on you.

You search for food in the kitchen, but to no avail. When the place was left behind after hydra expanded, they totally ransacked the place. That means you’d have to go out for food.

As you leave to go and try and find food, you try to mimic everything around you, how people walk, the way their arms move, how they look at others, you were analyzing everything to try and fit in to survive. You just needed food and then you could go stake out back at the apartment.

When you get to a fresh food market, you walk in and steal whatever you could afford to slide by people before quietly sneaking out the back and getting back to your apartment the same way you originally went.

You do your best to live this way for weeks. you never go out, you never are seen anywhere that wast necessary. When you do have to go out whether it be for food or anything important to you, you do it as fast and efficiently as possible. You’re always checking over your shoulder.

As the weeks continue on, your confusion starts to bloom as memories of how you were before being held by your leaders, eventually floods into your mind, one by one ripping a piece of you apart.

The pain of seeing faces of people in your brain that you just can't put a name to, or a place, or anything. Who were they? Why did you feel like you should know them? Why know was it only resurfacing? Were you supposed to know them?

The nightmares begin as you attempt to sleep through countless nights, you remember how every surgery they did felt, the way the serum felt when they would inject numerous variants of it into your blood before shoving you either back into the cryostasis chamber or put back in your cell.

Memories begin to flood your mind at all times of the day, the countless faces you faced before they tried to make you suffer. The many scientists who experimented on you to turn you into the monster that was only just a pet. With the amount of pain and suffering your body went through, you weren’t sure the memories were even yours. The sensors to all of your memories were so frayed and broken that you couldn’t remember them until your body made you borderline live through them again.

There was a time you remembered a family, 2 boys, a mother, and a father. Was that your family? Did you ever have one?

You think about ending it numerous times, you feel pain every time you move, every time you breathe. The scars you stare at for hours, just wondering when did you start to look like you had been touched by the devil himself? You felt nothing but pain and aching pulsing through your veins.

Was this going to drive you to the end?

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Part 4?

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 1)

Summary: Y/N tags along to a bonfire on the beach with her brother and his friends. She tries to fit in with them, but winds up finding more of a connection to the guy crashing the party. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Age gap @spnfluffbingo Meet cute @spnaubingo “Are you stupid or stupid?” 

Word Count: 3,374 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), underage drinking, mostly implied physical abuse, past injury (bruising/scars), language, slow burn, a little angst, arguing, maybe a little gaslighting, mutual pining, a kiss to the forehead, fluff 

A/N: Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @spnaubingo. 

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A/N #2: Masterlist summary and warnings have been updated. Please review before reading. 

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Your brother grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you back towards the party going on down the beach. "Stop being such a bitc-" 

"Ow! Quit it, jerk." You tried to shake your arm from his grasp but his fingers dug in, "You're hurting me." 

"Don't be such a baby," he growled, stopping far enough away from the bonfire so the crowd of his friends wouldn't overhear. There was a chill in the air and his friends were gathered closer around the flames now. "I told you, if you wanted to tag along you can't just wander off by yourself. Mom would have my ass if something happened to you on my watch." 

"Screw you, I'm not a baby. Let. Go." 

He finally did. 

"They're all ignoring me. I wanna go home." You said, pointing to the mean girls a ways away. 

"Well, I'm not taking you. I'm not ready to leave yet." He said, crossing his arms over his chest with a glare. 

You knew it was a mistake taking a ride from him in the first place, but you didn't have your own car. And you failed your driver's test over the last weekend. Fun way to spend your sixteenth birthday, with your brother mocking you the whole way home. 

"Then I'll walk or call mom to come get me." 

"No, you won't. Unless you want her to know that I was right and you are a baby." He stared you down, "Just have a drink and relax for a bit, maybe it'll loosen you up and people will want to talk to you." He glanced back at the busty blonde he'd been eyeing all night; the girl you knew he came here for. He'd only been following her around like a lost puppy all summer. She waved and gave him a little wink. "Stop being so selfish, Y/N, and maybe we'll get along for once." 

"I'm selfish?!" You scoffed, you'd only sat around watching the sunset and shuffling your feet in the sand for the past couple hours while he chatted up said blonde. His friends weren't the only ones excluding you. Not that you wanted to be in on that conversation, but you thought the night was going to go a little different. You thought it would be like the old days when things between you weren't so tense all the time. "Just leave me alone and go drool already."

"And you wonder why I never wanna hang out with you anymore." He snapped and stalked away, throwing his arm over the blonde's shoulders when he reached her. Her eyes gleamed in the firelight and you heard her giggle echo along the shoreline when he tickled her sides. 

Everyone liked your brother and you tried to be just like him when you were younger. You were only a year apart but it made a world of difference. You didn't even mind wearing his hand-me-downs until you got to high school and got made fun of for it. But you made your peace with it now, you'd always be more of a tomboy and you couldn't be anyone but yourself. Graphic tees, jeans and sneakers were the epitome of comfort and that's what you wore now while the mean girls had skimpy dresses and tank tops that did nothing against the cold breeze that wafted in from over the open water. 

But a drink might help. 

The beer cooler was up the beach from the horny seventeen and eighteen-year-olds, but you didn't have to pass them to fish one out from melted ice. You cracked it open and took a sip, souring your face instantly and spitting it out onto the sand. 

You heard someone chuckle and whipped around. A tall guy with shadows cast on his face stood a few feet away, watching you. You glanced down to the bottle in your hand, then back at him. He followed your eyes, his expression turning stoic before you could read him. 

"What?" You asked. 

"It's kind of an acquired taste." He nodded towards the bottle in your hand and you took another sip, choking it down to prove him wrong. He wasn't wrong. Beer was gross. "Are you okay?" 

"Why wouldn't I be okay?" 

He cocked his head towards your brother who was now chasing the blonde down towards the shoreline. You didn't think they'd go in, since it was nearly winter and the water was freezing this time of year. But he teased her and grabbed her like he was going to drag her out into the icy depths. 

"Oh. Yeah, he's just an asshole is all and I needed a drink." You explained, raising the beer to your lips for a third sip. 

You wanted him to leave already so you could dump the rest out in the bushes. 

"Same," he nodded and chugged the rest of his own beer. "He shouldn't treat you like that, though." 

You didn't think he overheard but he'd certainly seen the two of you, "He's my brother, that's what brothers do." 

You toyed with the label on your beer, peeling it back from the glass. 

"No, it's not." 

He stepped forward, setting his empty bottle in the bin next to the cooler. The light of the bonfire catching his features enough for you to finally see him. The first thing you noticed was that he was not a friend of your brother's. He was older, too, though you couldn't tell by how much. 

He was a party crasher. Probably here for the free beer. 

"Whatever. It's not like he hits me, he just gets mad and pushes me around a little." You said, stepping back a foot when the guy took another step towards you. 

"He shouldn't. That's called abuse." 

"Not when I do the same to him. Then it's called sibling rivalry." 

"I know abuse when I see it." His voice lowered as he shoved his hands in his pockets. His words held a story he wasn't telling and you didn't ask. 

You eyed him again. Between the full moon and the light of the fire you noted a few details that jumped out at you. He wasn't bad looking, actually kind of cute. His eyes held a world's worth of emotion as if he vaulted it up inside himself and swallowed the key. Days old bruising covered the left side of his face, particularly around his jaw, cheekbone, and eye. And he intermittently sucked on the split in his bottom lip that had reopened, probably from when he first smiled at you. 

"Well, your story isn't mine." You said, having had enough of this stranger who thinks he knows your life at a glance. He sighed and looked away, steeling his jaw and rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes cast down to his stomach when his shirt lifted and your heart sank at the sight. A thick scar stretched up his torso from his hip and disappeared beneath the dark fabric of his shirt, peeking back out around his collarbone where the neck hole had been worn loose. Someone had hurt him, badly; you thought that must've been why he was so conscious towards abuse. "Sorry, I didn't know-" 

"Do you wanna go for a walk?" He asked, meeting your eyes and taking another step forward. 

You didn't back away this time, though he was still a good five feet away at least. 

"Yeah, that sounds like a great idea, taking off with some judgy guy I just met and wandering down a dark secluded beach alone with him. Real smart. Maybe wait until I've had a couple drinks first, then try again." You rolled your eyes making him laugh silently. 

"I don't hurt women. Ever." He said as if it was a law of his own. 

"What about men?" 

"Depends," he shrugged. 

"On?"

"I've never started a fight in my life." He said, answering a question you didn't ask rather than the one you did. 

"Somehow I don't believe you." You squinted up at him, trying to read him. 

"Then why haven't you walked away yet?" He looked at the party continuing around the bonfire and then back at you. "You don't wanna be here any more than I do, so let me show you something."

"I swear if that something is your-" 

He raised his hands from his pockets and smiled, "I promise it's not. You'll like this." 

"You get five minutes and I'm counting. Also, I'm a black belt so don't even think about trying anything." You lied, although he didn't strike you as the violent type despite the evidence on his face and stomach. 

You scanned the beach for your brother, spotting him still engrossed with the blonde, so you knew he wouldn't notice any time soon if you'd left without causing a scene. You dumped your nearly full beer out onto the sand and set it in the bin with the other empty bottles. Ignoring the knowing smirk from the party crasher as you did so. 

"Beer is kind of gross." 

"Yeah, it is." He chuckled, "but it's cheap and gets the job done." 

"I don't see the appeal," you said, following in stride with him down the beach. The sand beneath your sneakers making it hard to keep up with his long legs. "Can you walk slower?" 

"Sorry," he slowed his pace and you easily caught up. "Drink a bit more than a couple of sips next time and you will." 

"I'd rather waste the calories on chocolate, thank you." 

He laughed silently again and sucked the split in his lip, "What's your name?" 

"Uh, Y/N, you?" 

"Dean." He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets again. "So, how come I haven't seen you around here before, Y/N?" 

"We just moved here," you said, not wanting to explain how you didn't exactly get out much and explore the town over the summer. 

"Then you haven't been to the pier?" He asked, cocking his head towards the end of the beach where you were headed. 

It wasn't so much a pier as it was a small row of shops and a parking lot. Some storefronts were still lit up against the darkened sky and a lighthouse sat on the rocks near the shore. The light at the top swung around and around over the jagged rocks reaching into the water. 

"Seriously? You wanted to show me a lighthouse? That's not exactly special. Lighthouses are a dime a dozen around here, if you haven't noticed." You said a little disappointed and glancing back at the party. 

The bonfire merely a speck amongst the stars along the beach now. If you accounted for the walk back it would definitely stretch over the five minutes you'd promised him and you stopped walking. 

Dean noticed when you fell behind and turned to you. He laughed a little and smiled, "That's not where we're going." 

He reached out to you and grabbed your hand, tugging you gently until you laughed and skipped a step. He was troubled, that was for sure, but you didn't have a reason not to trust him. Not that trust should be given easily without question; but still, you welcomed the warmth of his hand wrapped around yours as he led you across the parking lot and up to one of the shops. 

"Ice cream," you stared up at the sign before Dean pulled you into the store. 

"Mhm," he licked his lips, guiding you up to the display of tubs sitting in the freezer and separating you from the older blonde woman behind the counter. 

She nodded to Dean like she knew him and he smiled back, "Hey, Donna." She didn't react at all to the bruises on his face and your mind started to wander. 

"I was starting to think I wasn't gonna see ya before closing," she said, retying her pink apron as if she was getting ready to close up for the night. 

"You know me better than that," he feigned hurt and wrapped an arm over your shoulders, tugging you into his side. 

You scanned over the flavours, some so bright you wondered if it was possible to taste a colour. "Isn't it kinda cold for ice cream?"

"Never," Dean shook his head like you'd said something foolish. "These shops are seasonal and it's the last night they're open until they close for the winter. You'll have to wait at least four months before you get this again. And trust me, once you try it, winter will feel like an eternity for your tastebuds." 

You smiled, you couldn't argue with that logic, "What flavour should I get?" You asked, assuming he'd probably have tried them all by the looks of it. 

"My favourite is the mocha with all the little chocolate pieces. It's basic, I know, but classic." He pointed to a tub filled with dark brown speckled ice cream. 

"Two mochas, please." You said. 

"Sure thing," Donna said and scooped you out a couple of cups. 

Dean gave your shoulder a squeeze before giving you some space to enjoy your ice cream.  

He kept eyeing you as you took your first bite, then your second, "And?"

"Okay, you're right. It's fudging amazing! Can we get more?" You asked, glancing back at the shop from where you sat outside on a bench under a streetlamp. 

"You still have a whole cup.” He barked out a laugh and you shovelled a few spoonfuls into your mouth. 

A chilled throb wracked through your brain and you paused mid-bite to squeeze your eyes shut and fan at your frozen mouth. You pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth and just as the feeling started to ebb away you felt hot, sticky lips lay flush against your forehead. Dean’s hand held the back of your head and you blinked open your eyes, feeling warm and fuzzy. 

"Better? My mom used to do that for me when I was a kid. Always seemed to help." He said and tilted his head to the side. 

You weren't sure if it was what he did or the shock of the unexpectedness of it, but it dulled the pain. He hadn't backed up an inch and you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes under the streetlamp. Framed by the yellow edges and purple patches of the bruising next to his left eye. His hair was sandy brown and short but still fell over his forehead and brushed the tips of his ears. And freckles speckled across the bridge of his nose on pale skin. He was pretty cute and different from most of the boys you usually met. 

You nodded and blushed, sneaking another spoonful of mocha ice cream between your lips. He laughed silently and leaned back, picking back up his own cup of ice cream from the bench next to him and digging in. 

"You're strange and kinda wonderful." You said around a bite full, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth when the brain-freeze threatened to come back. 

"That's oddly the nicest thing someone's said to me in a very long time." He took a bite and licked his spoon clean. 

"That makes me sad." 

"Makes me happy," he mumbled and smiled. 

"Like I said, strange." 

"Because you're so cool and composed, right?" He's teased, pointing with his spoon. 

"I'm a delight and you know it. That's why you just had to get me away from all those other guys down on the beach. Before they had the chance to notice too, of course." You joked, brushing your hair back when the breeze carried it away. 

"You caught me, I'm a sucker for a girl who tries to bite my head off with one wrong look." 

"You make me sound like a praying mantis." 

"In that case, I guess I'm safe as long as we don't have sex." You both frowned. "Sorry, that was awkward, I swear it sounded funnier in my head. Because you know they only eat their mate after-uh-mating..." He stuck his spoon in his ice cream and stirred until it was smooth like soup, "What?"

"You're blushing," you said, "it's cute." You liked being able to do that to him. "But you should know I'm sixteen." 

"Wait. What?" He looked like you'd just punched him in the gut. "But you were drinking." 

"When did you have your first beer?" 

He thought to himself for a moment, clearly he had been younger than you; then he abandoned his ice cream on the bench beside him. “What about your friends?” 

"Some are eighteen. But most are seventeen, same as my brother, they're his friends." You explained. "Don't ask me how they got the beer." You attempted to lighten the mood but he just stared down at his hands, rubbing at the cuts in his knuckles. "How old are you?" 

“Too old for you,” he shook his head and picked at one of the scabs. “Twenty-one in January.” 

So essentially there was a five year age gap between you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, if only you were older; but for now it didn’t mean you couldn’t be friends. Your gut twisted at the thought of never seeing him again and you could use a friend; and it looked like he could, too. 

Your cell rang and you fished it from your back pocket. Your brother's name sprawled over the screen. 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, then answered, "What do you want?"

"Are you stupid or stupid? Where the fuck did you go?!" He shouted and you were sure Dean could hear, so you turned down the volume on your phone. 

"For a walk." 

"We're leaving." 

That meant the blonde was tagging along, either hitching a ride home with you or your brother was just going to drop you off at home before taking her to park somewhere and... -You didn't want to think about it. Your brother, like that. Gross. 

"Maybe I don't wanna leave yet. I made a friend." Dean mirrored your smile. 

"Find your own way home then..." he grumbled a few choice words and hung up. Asshole.

"Any chance you have a car?" You asked, silencing your phone and shoving it back into your pocket. "I need a ride." 

"Uh- no. But I know where we can get one." Dean said as he checked the time on his wrist. You fingered your ice cream and booped him on the nose. "What was that for?" He laughed and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. 

You shrugged, "Just trying to lighten the mood. You look so sad," you raised his chin with your fingers, "Chin up, Dean." 

"Did you mean that?" He asked. 

You lowered your hand to rest on the bench between you, "Mean what?"

"That we're friends," he asked, chewing on the split in his lip. At this rate you didn't think it would ever heal over. "I mean, that we can be friends." 

"Uh-huh, unless you don't wanna be my friend." You nodded and searched his eyes, some kind of hurt flashing through them. 

"I think that's all we can be. At least, until you have a couple more birthdays." 

Your typical luck, the one guy you could see yourself interested in and he's too old. It was only nearly five years, sure, but you were only sixteen and he'd probably had a lot more experience that you couldn't compare to. But he was cute. 

Window shopping couldn't hurt right, until you had the means to buy. 

"I can wait," you teased and laughed. "But you look like you could use a friend. And I got your back, since I kind of owe you one for introducing me to this ice cream." 

"You don't owe me anything, Y/N." 

You shivered when the ice cream was gone and Dean stripped out of his hoodie, draping it over your shoulders as you walked along the side of the road towards his house. He apparently didn't live far away and if his father was home, he could 'borrow' his car to give you a ride. He actually used air quotes when he said borrow though, so you were a little skeptical. 

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Part 2

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers @globetrotter28

[dancingwiththedevilallnight]

Shameless

Joel Miller x Firefly!reader

Warnings: smut, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, age gap, Joel is in his 50s reader is in her 20s, again Joel is kind of a perv, unprotected sex, overuse of the word sir, degradation, my writing lol, and probably a lot more

Summary: Joel Miller has to take Ellie to the State House not knowing that the loudmouth firefly princess he's been messing with, will accompany him. After an argument, Joel teaches her a lesson.

Disclaimer:  English isn't my first language so if there are any mistakes please let me know, I DO NOT CONSENT MY WRITING BEING TRANSLATED OR POSTED ON ANY OTHER SOCIAL MEDIA APPS, HOWEVER, COMMENTS, LIKES, AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED

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Joel doesn't take the disrespect lightly, especially if it comes from the loudmouth firefly princess. Sure she is an excellent soldier considering her young age. Joels knows he shouldn't be thinking about her that way, the way the black cargo pants fit her behind. The moment she disrespected his abilities made him see red, and the second she disappeared after a little argument with him and Marlene about going to Salt Lake City and she had to be traveling with him. She made a snide remark about Joel's age and his surviving abilities. Joel was searching for her in the safe house. He couldn't hide his desire anymore. He will show her a lesson. Don't disrespect a man's abilities unless you want him to ruin you.

"Well hello there old man" - next thing she knew she was pinned against the wall by him, hands on her jaw, the calloused fingers gripping it tightly. 

"If you don't knock that off you're getting bent over this desk in the next two seconds'' - his voice dropped a few octaves sounding seductive. - "Am I understood soldier?"

 She let out a small laugh his fingers moved to her neck from her jaw putting a light pressure on it and cutting off her airway a little bit. She shouldn't be loving this so much. She shouldn't be enjoying having a man like Joel playing with her body like this, controlling every part of her. She is trying to find composure not letting him know that the second he touched her skin he got full control of her body. 

"Am I supposed to say "yes sir"? she said in a teasing voice with a smirk on her face pissing Joel off to the max. She knew what was about to happen she wanted it to happen, the second she spotted Joel in the middle of the hallway with a gun in his hands her panties were damp. That was it Joel grabbed both her arms turned her around and lightly pushed her on the desk like he promised. It happened so fast that she put her hands on the table to support herself.

 "Hands behind your back" She complied with his request wanting him to go further her skin burning for his touch. Joel grabbed a rope hanging from the wall and tied her wrists together so she can't escape. He delivered a harsh slap on her ass as he pushed her legs apart with his knees to stand between them and leaned over her so his lips were aligned with her ear 

"Not so badass now huh, tough girl" - grabbing a fistful of her hair while the other holds her waist harshly pulling her up to his chest.- "Are you going to keep disrespecting me, girl?"

 "No sir"

 "Are you going to be a good girl and do what I say" 

"Yes sir" - Joel slid the hand that was resting on her waist to her pants unbuttoning it and slipping his hands into her panties while his other hand gripped her neck lightly.

 "Is this what you wanted girl" - she nodded yes, trying to be obedient to the elder man behind her.

"Answer me!" - he said louder trying to show that he was in full control she had nowhere to go. While slowly rubbing her bundle of nerves to let the pleasure flow through her body. 

"Yes s-sir, this is what I wanted" 

"See that wasn't so hard was it?" - Joel had a satisfied smirk on his face. The moment he saw her sneaking out of the QZ to get supplies he knew she will be a handful. Now she will be traveling with him and Ellie, this is going to be an interesting adventure. Joel moved the hand that was resting on her neck and moved it to her face putting two fingers into her mouth. The pads of his fingers pushed her tongue down causing drool to accumulate at the corner of her mouth, he pushed his fingers deeper until his knuckles were resting at the plush of her bottom lips. He watched it happen with amusement - "This is nothing for you huh? You are used to something bigger" She whined at the comment not knowing what to say, her brain got foggy her release is building up with every second, starting to clench around his fingers he noticed, not letting her have the sweet release she had been aching for. He pulled his hand out of her panties pulled her pants down and then he did the same with his own, hands flying to his member thrusting into his fist a few times before aligning himself with her entrance. He bent her over the table again face down. 

"Be a good girl for me and spread your legs, and don't make me repeat myself" - she obeyed this time waiting for the perfect moment to finally snap. Joel slowly slid it inside her, her eyes rolled back while she let out a gasp feeling Joel's hardness stretching her out. He started with a slow pace wanting to feel every inch of her savoring the moment for the future lonely nights. She loved the slow, long, and deep thrusts but she needed more, she needed it harder, faster, and deeper.

 "That's all you got old man? - she let out a laugh knowing comments like these got her in this position. -"Mind picking the pace up a bit I'm getting kinda bored" - she needed to go further to piss Joel off one last sentence and he will give whatever she needs and more. "Is your back hurting you? Do you need a break? You know I can just finish this alone" - she had a slight smirk on her face knowing she got him. He suddenly pulled his length out just to slam it right back. He held onto her tied wrists on her lower back, while the other gripped her throat to pull her against his chest. She bit back the scream that wanted to escape,  feeling his tip repeatedly hitting that spongy spot inside her. She felt every vein with every thrust it made her see stars, his words making her wetter and wetter. Butterflies filled her tummy when Joel delivered a harsh slap on her ass while he whispered in her ear. The words he spoke were harsh and degrading but they made her feel butterflies they were traveling from her belly to her core.

 "Let it out sweetheart, let me hear you, let me hear you scream my name, let them know who is fucking the loudmouth firefly slut" 

"m not a slut" - a few tears escaped her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure Joel was giving her. 

"Yes you are" - Joel let out a chuckle "Only sluts like being fucked by an old man like me, only shameless whores just like you" -he whispered the last few words. She tightened around him, and he smiled proudly. Knowing that from that moment she belongs to him, he ruined her for everyone. 

"J-Joel please, I'm so close" "I know love I know but if you are good I'll let you come but if you are bad I'll leave you here tied up and angry without satisfaction" "You wouldn't" - " Watch me, tough girl" His pace didn't slow down he let go of her wrist and put his fingers into use while thrusting into her hard and deep. Tears were flowing from her eyes but Joel didn't want to slow down he didn't want this moment to end. 

"Joel pleaseimsoclosepleaseplease"

 "Go ahead, show me you are mine, show everyone who you belong to”

 With a final thrust, a final circle on her bundle of nerves she came with Joel's name spilling from her lips. She saw stars everything went blurry she was barely able to stand on her legs, Joel untied her wrists and sat her on the table, she leaned her head on his shoulder breathing in his scent, feeling calm, safe, and cared for. "Maybe I should disrespect you more often" - she said while trying to put her clothes back on. "Not so fast sweetheart I'm not done with you yet. So be a good girl and spread your legs for me again"

[gerrystamour]

you are my destroyer [gift fic]

Explicit★OMC Ship★1924 words★Complete

Hey remember that really sad fic I wrote a while back with two OCs? Well those characters are back and you get to see some of their epic lovestory for the birthday of my beeloved Bee @tboygareth!

Happy Birthday Bee!!!!

Sam: mine

Dom: @patchworkgargoyle

CW: Rough sex, idiots in love (they're so frustrating)

Sam sat on the patio of a small cafe, across from a post office where he’d tracked the PO box he’d been sending letters to for two years. He had landed the day before, got himself a hotel room, and had a fitful night of sleep. The plan was to wait until his mark arrived, and then engage. That was it, and yet Sam’s stomach was in complete knots about it.

It was risky, going to Cuba and finding Dom. D’Amore would have his head if he found out, that was for sure. Worse, Dom might side with his father on that. The fact that Dom even went along with this forced exile meant that he agreed on some level that Vincenzo D’Amore had a good enough reason to send him here.

Vincenzo Junior had other opinions on the matter, and Sam always liked following Vinny’s gut feelings more than his own.

He was about to flag down a server to order another coffee when finally, Sam saw his mark.

The man hadn’t changed at all, and yet Sam almost didn’t recognize him. Dom’s dark hair was longer, falling to his shoulders in curls that Sam wanted so desperately to tangle his fingers in. He was still pale, too, despite the sunny locale, and Sam couldn’t help the chuckle that bubbled up in his chest as Dom slipped into the post office.

With an excited grin, Sam stood up and tossed a pile of bills on the table and crossed the street, following Dom inside.

By the time Sam crossed the threshold, Dom was already standing at the wall of mailboxes, his lockbox still open while he rifled through the mail he’d received. Sam watched him for a moment, taking a silent, fortifying breath when Dom’s shoulders seemed to slump.

Reaching into the breast pocket of his own coat, Sam pulled a letter out and leaned close to Dom. “Excuse me, sir, I think the mailman dropped this,” he said, tone teasing and yet far more earnest than he would have liked.

Dom’s reaction was quick, and the world spun until Sam was slammed back against the wall of lockboxes. His free hand barely caught Dom’s other hand before the man could sink one of his favourite knives into Sam’s gut.

“Watch where you put that thing, Kitten,” Sam purred, smirking down at Dom as understanding and disbelief dawned on his expression. “Unless I’ve been reading your letters completely wrong, I don’t think you want me bleeding out all over the floor, yeah?”

Dom backed away quickly, almost as if he had been burned, looking Sam over as he tucked his knife away somewhere hidden. “How the fuck are you here?” he asked, and Sam was pretty sure Dom intended the question to sound sharp, cutting, but it missed the mark a bit.

Sam smirked, stepping closer to Dom. “Well, you see, Dom, we have these amazing contraptions called airplanes, right?” he said slowly, his mouth splitting his face with a proper grin as he towered over Dom, who was trying very hard not to smile and failing. “You get on them? And they fly you across oceans and shit? Surely, you’ve heard of them?”

“You asshole. Fuck off,” Dom bit out, the corners of his mouth ticking upward.

“I would rather fuck you, if given the choice,” Sam teased, and Dom’s eyes looked him over again.

This time, his gaze was hungry, especially with the way it lingered on Sam’s shaggy hair and beard. Stepping into Sam’s space, Dom grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down, just enough to growl in his face, “Come with me.”

Without further ado, Dom let go of Sam and spun on his heel, leaving the post office with a huff. Meeting the curious looks of the post office workers behind the counter, Sam winked and hurried after Dom, following him to a house that looked far too large for just one person to live in alone. Something sad and lonely twinged in Sam’s chest, a painful moment of empathy that had him wanting to hold Dom. The man would never allow it, so Sam would do the next best thing.

They barely cleared the threshold before Sam was slamming the door shut and crowding Dom against it. In a moment of blind, desperate desire, Sam dipped his head as if to kiss Dom, and the other man seemed to tip his mouth upward to accept it. But Sam caught himself, stopped short and rested his forehead against Dom’s, letting their breath mingle in the small, nearly nonexistent space between their mouths. Sam glanced down at Dom’s lips before meeting his eyes. Or he tried to meet Dom’s eyes, but the other man was also looking at his lips.

The fragile moment shattered as Dom sucked in a sharp breath and shoved Sam to his knees. “Put that mouth to proper use.”

Smirking, Sam reached up and literally ripped Dom’s pants open, letting them fall in a tattered heap around his ankles. “As you wish, Kitten,” he said, leaning in as Dom kicked one of his feet free to sling a leg over Sam’s shoulder, sealing his mouth around Dom’s perfect little dick.

From there, it was all heat and desperation, Sam wetly sucking Dom’s dick and licking into his cunt while Dom’s fingers twisted painfully in Sam’s hair. Above him, Sam could hear the thump of Dom’s head against the door as he let it fall back—high, shattered moans exploding from his throat.

Sam lost track of how much time he spent on his knees, as was often the case when he got to have Dom at his mercy like that. He couldn’t even be sure just how many times Dom came before he was being pushed away, Dom gasping a broken little, “Samuele, fuck, need your cock.”

“As you wish, Kitten,” Sam replied thickly, surging to his feet and picking Dom up.

They didn’t make it far, with Dom clinging to him and biting at Sam’s throat. As he stumbled past the living room, Sam turned abruptly and bent Dom over the back of the couch, one hand holding him down while he got his own belt and fly open with the other. When his cock was finally free, Sam wasted no time in lining up and shoving his cock into Dom’s cunt, bottoming out with a slick slap.

At Dom’s sharp hiss, Sam waited, trying to let Dom adjust to the intrusion, but it was certainly a test of patience. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re so fucking tight,” he gasped, hips twitching. He didn’t remember the fit being this snug before.

“Haven’t been fucked lately,” Dom admitted shakily, his nails digging into the leather seat of the couch. Sam tried not to think too much into that statement— it’s not like Dom was waiting for Sam, or that Dom was too hung up on Sam’s cock to have flings in Cuba— but there was still a part of him that was thrilled that he had no “competition” for Dom’s pleasure.

“Well,” Sam started, grabbing Dom’s hips tightly and slowly pulling out. “I’m gonna fix that for the next two weeks.”

The pace Sam set was punishing, brutal and relentless, chasing his own release at that point. He was close, desperate to spill his load inside Dom, hungry to watch his spend drip out of his cunt and down his thighs. Beneath him, Dom was noisy with almost shrill, punched out sounds as he just took what Sam gave him.

Leaning over Dom, Sam propped himself up with his hands on the seat of the couch and pressed several biting kisses to the back of Dom’s shoulder. When Dom threw his head back, Sam shifted his weight so he could gently wrap a hand around the base of Dom’s slender throat, making him arch his back dramatically. Grinding his cock into Dom’s cunt, Sam leaned as close to his face as possible and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

At the soft caress, even as Sam ruthlessly ground his cock down into his g-spot, Dom turned his face toward Sam. With each roll of Sam’s hips, their lips would brush against each other. Not a kiss, but so fucking close it had desperate tears springing to Sam’s eyes.

Blinking the tears away and hoping Dom didn’t notice them, Sam moaned, “Dominik.”

“Samuele,” Dom whined back, his eyes half-lidded and hazy as he tried to meet Sam’s thrusts before he tensed up and clenched almost painfully hard around Sam’s cock.

Dom’s orgasm was intense, the wet heat of him becoming impossibly tight while a hot gush of water spilled around Sam’s cock, down both of their legs, and onto the floor. It wasn’t long after that Sam followed him noisily over the edge, pumping his seed deep into Dom’s cunt as he held their hips flush together.

“Christ, almost fucking forgot how fucking good of a lay you are,” Dom said hoarsely as he shuddered through the aftershocks of his release.

Sam just chuckled and pulled out, dropping to his knees behind Dom to pull his cunt open with his thumbs. “I’m not even close to being done with you today, sweetheart,” he said before licking a firm strip up the messy seam of Dom’s cunt, from dick to taint.

The sun had set by the time they found themselves on the bed, sweat cooling on their skin as they caught their breath. Sam was stretched out on his back, eyes closed with one arm tucked up under his head while the other was wrapped around Dom’s lithe body. The other man was pressed up against Sam’s side, his chin resting on his hand on Sam’s chest. Sam didn’t have to open his eyes to know that Dom was staring, and if the grump was staring he was probably overthinking something.

“Can smell those gears in your head overheating with all that thinkin’,” Sam grumbled, laughing and squirming away when Dom harrumphed and bit one of his nipples.

After they settled again, Dom asked, “Seriously, Sam, how are you here?”

Grunting, Sam shrugged before squawking when Dom bit him again. With a sigh, he kept his eyes closed as he said, “Vinny.”

Dom frowned. “Vinny?”

“Your old man went to Italy for a funeral,” Sam elaborated, shrugging. “So Vinny sent me here.”

There were several beats of silence, and Sam could feel Dom’s gaze on him. It went on long enough that Sam was about to open his eyes to finally look at the man in his arms, but then he felt Dom’s lips against his chest. It wasn’t quite a kiss either, but it was close enough to make that part of Sam that was in love with Dom ache.

“I’m glad you came,” Dom mumbled against his skin, and Sam finally opened his eyes to look down at him.

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling lightly.

“Yeah,” Dom hummed before rolling his eyes with a huff. “It was getting boring here.”

At that, Sam laughed. “Happy to be of service, sweetheart,” he said, and Dom smirked.

“Mm, like the sound of that. Service…” he purred, reaching down and wrapping his hand around Sam’s soft cock, squeezing until Sam hissed. “How quick do you think you can get this back up?”

With a sighing groan, his cock twitching already in Dom’s grip, Sam rolled them so that he was on top of Dom, his hips slotting between pale thighs. “As quick as you want it, sweetheart.”

[waterfallofspace]

I’m not brave enough to ask anything off anon yet but I love all your fics!!! May I request 71 and 76 for E/rasermic with A/izawa being sick

That's totally alright, thank you for the ask!! (and for the kind words~~) You may indeed~~ Always love me some E/rasermic, and A/izawa is my guy <3 Hope you enjoy! 2.4k words, prompts 71 and 76, story under the cut! 71. Person A is oblivious to the fact that they are most definitely getting sick, but Person B knows them well, and is definitely aware of it.  76. Being handed the entire box of tissues instead of just one.

(References to slightly bad coughing and headaches, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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A faint glow of sunlight bathes the cold city, another dawn chasing the darkness from the streets. Not many people are out at this time, just a few cars heading for work, maybe some heroes on patrol. There’s a light cushion of silence, broken only by the soft sounds of the city that never really fade. This scene, to Aizawa, has become quite mundane.

His eyes narrow at a flickering light in the elevator as the ride up to his floor seems to take twice its normal length. Raising his fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose, the pounding sensation in his head fades to a dull throb. The ding nearly knocks him off his feet as the doors open with a screech that leads to his grip tightening between his eyes. 

‘Must have overexerted myself somehow, the headache isn’t usually this severe. Granted, I haven’t had a break in a few days, what with teaching and patrol, but that shouldn’t be a factor.’ Thoughts pausing, he reaches for the doorknob, missing entirely. A sigh escapes as he attempts to refocus his eyes, relieved to find the apartment unlocked. ‘Not sure I could maneuver the key in this state.’

“How was patrol.”

While the words imply a question, the tone is anything but curious. Mic sits at the table, glare aimed at the door where Aizawa lingers, an air of hesitance simmering through his body. His eyes flicker to the clock hanging above Mic’s head before they wander back. ‘It’s still early, did he wake up just to meet me…? Or- stay up? He’s not normally a night owl…’

“It was… alright?”

“Was it now.”

Aizawa sets his goggles on the counter, a wince pulling his lips tight as the noise seems to echo throughout the kitchen. Mic continues tapping his foot, arms crossed as he lets his glare burn through the wall to Aizawa’s left. ‘It’s not an anniversary… or birthday… did I mess up his home studio again…? No, that can’t be it, I haven’t been in there for days…’ A light sniffle breaks free, Aizawa pressing the back of his hand to his nose to stall the drip. 

“I’m sorry Mic, I don’t understand..?” 

“You really don’t, do you Sho?” 

A hint of laughter starts to flood Mic’s stern tone as he lets a worried smile wash away the glare. Aizawa’s hesitance hasn’t dropped, his guard still up as he tries to sort through the past few minutes. Mic slowly raises to his feet, placing his glasses next to the goggles before giving Aizawa’s arm a light rub.

“Bless you, by the way.”

Aizawa simply blinks in response, Mic’s warm tone setting him off balance once more. ‘He was angry, but now he’s not..? Wait- bless me, but I didn’t sn-’ Before the thought can finish forming, Aizawa finds his fist pressed to his nose, a few tight stifles pushing through. 

“hh’gnnt-! eh’dnXT-! hh’enDGT-! guhh…”

“No stifling unless you’re on duty, love. We agreed.”

Mic ‘tsks’, lightly batting Aizawa’s hand away. Managing to open his eyes long enough to give a nod, Aizawa reaches for his scarf to muffle the oncoming sneezes. A hand resumes stroking his arm, Mic failing to disguise a wince at the flash of pain that had danced through Aizawa’s eyes. 

“heH-! ah’gNZSHDJuu-! hH’DESHH’oo-! hYEShh’duu-! eHh-! aiJZSHH’uu-!”

“There you go! Gotta feel better, doesn’t it? I never can understand how you manage to fit those violent outbursts into such tight little sounds.”

“P- praahhh-! hH’DTZSHh’oo-! Practice.”

“Bless you.”  

“Thank you.”

The words are gruff, Aizawa clearing his throat when they catch on their way out. Hands quickly fly back up to his temples, his own voice jarring the stinging into returning once more, eyes defocusing themselves. Something about a headache always leads to this haze settling just beneath his eyes, almost as if they’re trying to remove some of the pressure by removing his vision.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. Felt it coming on earlier, got worse after patrol.”

“Stifling can’t have helped. Were you doing that the whole time?” 

Not bothering to vocalize the answer they both know, Aizawa instead lets his shoulders dip as Mic’s hand slides down his back. Accepting the invitation, he leans into Mic’s chest, letting out a sigh under the gentle touch. The hand moves down then back up, carefully working the tension from his shoulders before settling against the back of his neck. 

“You’re warm.” 

“I d- heHh…” 

The reply gets cut off, Aizawa’s voice getting lost in a hurricane of ticklish breaths. He frantically attempts to pull away from Mic, only managing to aim at the floor before the hitching hits its crescendo. A single phrase cuts through the desperation, a blessing from Mic that he barely catches before the first release.

“Bless you.” 

“eh’GNXT-!”

Aizawa’s eyes meet Mic’s before the brunt of the fit takes hold. ‘Whoops… stifled again… it was a force of habit.’ He raises a hand to cover as he lets the rest out, aiming for his wrist under Mic’s watchful eye.

“haH- AIYDZSHH’uu-! hh’enGZZShh’diuu-! ihh… heshh…! hEZSShhhew-! hh- eh’hYIESZzshh’oo-!”  

“Bless you again.”

“Thank you, Mic.” 

Rubbing a hand against his nose, Aizawa sniffles, a deep sound that triggers a response from his chest. Coughs start to fight their way through his clenched teeth. At first he attempts to suppress the spasms, but the effort is pointless and he quickly switches to muffling them against his arm. Mic tuts at him, reaching over behind the goggles to pour something into a mug before handing it over with a gentle smile. Grateful for any relief, Aizawa takes a sip, grimace spreading across his face instantly. 

“This isn’t coffee, Mic.”

The second their eyes meet Mic doubles over with a laugh loud enough to rattle the cups on the counter. For a minute Aizawa fears he might hit the floor, the laughter not giving him many chances to suck in oxygen. Offering a halfhearted glare, Aizawa lets his free hand rub Mic’s back as the cackling man attempts to form words. 

“Yes, I k- know it’s not. It’s tea. B- but I didn’t know you’d react like that!” 

“Really, Mic?”

“I- I’m sorry- You just… you should have seen your face- It was priceless!”

“Why did you make me tea instea-”

“Blessings, again.”

“heAHhh-!” 

He’s barely able to set the mug down in time to press his nose into his scarf, another fit breaking through. Mic gets enough control over his laughter to offer a sympathetic sigh, hand returning to its post on Aizawa’s back.  

“eh’aiZShh’chuu-! hHeh-! hh’aiYZSHH’uu-! heh’GNZSHH’oo-!”

“Yeah, I wonder.” 

“hh’DJZSHhh’oo-! ehh… huhh-! AYISHH’guhh-!”

“No particular reason I’d switch out-”

“inNSHH’oo-! mmZSHH’choo-!”

“-the coffee for tea.” 

Aizawa lets another sniffle out, mirroring Mic’s wince at the lack of air passing through his inflamed sinuses. Raising a hand to crush the bridge of his nose between his fingers again, he tries to starve off the headache. ‘It’s almost like it’s trying to bash my skull from the inside out.’  In response, Mic brushes some hair from his forehead, offering a vague noise. 

“I mean it Sho, you really are warm.”

“It might be a bit hot in here, now that you mention it. Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, love, I didn’t.”

A gentle purr drips from Aizawa’s lips as Mic strokes his hair, scratching in the way he knows will get a reaction. Too tired to be embarrassed at the giggles Mic lets out over the noises, Aizawa simply collapses deeper into the feeling. He only snaps out of it when Mic starts leading him by his arm down the hall.

“The bedroom…? It’s mornin-”

“Not for you it’s not. Bed, now.” 

Sinking down into the soft sheets, Aizawa's eyes start to shut of their own accord. He manages to fight it off long enough to cast Mic a dark look. The only response he gets is Mic sitting next to him. Starting to stand, he pretends not to notice the way his legs tremble under the pressure.

“I have assignments I need to grade, Mic. I don’t have ti-”

“Bless you.” 

It’s quiet, especially for Mic, but Aizawa hears it loud and clear. Raising an eyebrow in return, he attempts to ignore the burning itch starting to spread down the bridge of his nose. Whether it was triggered by Mic’s blessing, or Mic simply saw it before did, it matters not. All that matters to Aizawa is not letting the prediction come true. 

“I did- heHHh- Didn’t sneeze.”

“You will.”

“N- nehhhh… no, I won’t. I simply don’t… don’t hhahh… have to.”

“Whatever you say, Shota.” 

Aizawa finds himself rolling his eyes as the itch refuses to back down, the sensation starting to dig deeper into his sinuses with a fluttering tickle. ‘N- not… not gonna… hEhh… oh- no I’m… I’m definitely g- gonna…’ Mic lets out a light giggle as Aizawa’s hand snaps to his face, the pink lining his nose starting to spread out to his cheeks.

“iH’GNT-! eh’knDT-!”

“Aizawa.” 

“S- Sohhhrry. heH’aiZSHHh’oo-! eh’GESHHh’uu-! hHdjGZShh’oo-!” 

The giggling continues, Aizawa casting a sigh in Mic’s direction as the fit trails off. Leaning over to reach for the tissues on the nightstand he manages a weak blow. Then, turning his attention back to his husband, who’s still chuckling at the display, Aizawa gives a tired scowl. 

“You’re enjoying this almost too much, Hizashi.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just… it’s hilarious you don’t even seem to notice what’s happening!”

“I’m sneezing, I know that.” 

“You’re sick, love.” 

Silence falls over them as Aizawa stares, Mic matching his gaze with a stare of his own. They stay locked, neither uttering a word, until Mic breaks the silence with a light chuckle.

“Bless you.” 

Aizawa groans lightly in response before, as predicted, ducking into his hands. He attempts to stifle them as a last ditch effort to save his pride. This, of course, fails spectacularly, the stifles only leaving his sinuses more congested, spreading the tickle deeper. A tissue is placed in his hand before he can process it, the soft touch sending him over the edge as it grazes his nose. 

“hh’gNXt-! inZGT-! eh’knDXT’chh-! ainGT’chh-! hh’KDT’choo-! heHh-! guhh… hehhh… hUHhhH-!”

As the hitching gives his nose a brief respite before the next attack, Aizawa feels Mic pressing clean tissues into his hand. He manages to pry open his watery eyes to glance at the concern Mic’s wearing across his face. The moment is soon cut short, tissues being put to use as the tickle swells again. 

“heH’GNZShh’oo-! AIZSHH’oo-! deh’JNZCHH’uu-! ahehH-! eh’kEZSHHh’uu-! ehh-! aiish- guhh… haahhh…” 

“Bless you.”

Only managing to shake his head, Aizawa’s hands start to fan his face, eyes fluttering as tears start to spill down his cheeks. His nose is quivering, each breath seeming to bring a new wave of ticklish fury as the very air he breathes seems to be itchy. Mic can’t help but chuckle at the sight, lightly squeezing Aizawa’s leg.

“Not done, are you?”

“Z- zaahhh… Zashi… ha- hahh… hehHh-! Have to-” 

Something hard hits Aizawa’s leg. As he manages to pry his eyes open again, he soon recognizes the whole box of tissues that Mic has passed his way. He shoots a watery glare at his husband, devoid of any real anger. Mic responds with another laugh, Aizawa grabbing a handful to press to his nose as it finally offers him some relief. The feeling’s short lived, however, as Mic proceeds to count blessings aloud. 

“hHdJGZSHH’oo-!” 

“One for the money!” 

“eHYZSHH’oo-!” 

“Two for the show!” 

“Hi- Hizashi- heAISHHH’oo-!” 

“Three to get ready, aaaand!”

“aIDJZSHhh’uu-!” 

“Four to go!”

“Having fun, d- dear? heh’AIHSHhh’diuu-!” 

“Bless you Shota. That’s one bad cold you’ve gone and caught.” 

Mic offers a smile, mischief shimmering through his eyes as he meets Aizawa’s gaze. In response, Aizawa freezes, the faint blush on his cheeks starting to darken as he averts his eyes. Staring at the sheets he feels his thoughts dip. ‘Sick… I can’t be- I would have noticed- how did he- am I really-’

“You really didn’t notice, did you?”

A deep cough springs from his chest, Mic letting out a low whistle as it gets harsher. Soon Aizawa’s leaning over, Mic offering comforts under his breath as the rasping continues, a slight wheeze starting to sound with each inhale. Finally it lets up, Aizawa wiping a few stray tears from his face as he attempts to fill his lungs with air again.

“I can’t understand how you didn’t see it with symptoms like that.” 

“How long have you- wait, how long have I?” 

“Well, you had a headache a few days ago, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, except that you actually had slept the night before. The next day the sniffling started, which I just figured was from the damp weather.”

“eh’kEZSHHh’oo-!”

“Bless. There was also a few stray sneezes, which we both know isn’t uncommon.” 

“hhDJZSHhh’uu-!”

“Bless again. But by day three you were staring to-”

“heh’HAIYSHH-ihh’DZSHJ’uu-!” 

Aizawa takes the pause to let out a wet blow, grimacing at the way it does nothing to alleviate the sinus pressure. Grabbing a few more tissues, he presses them to his face again, another sneeze dancing along just out of his reach. In order to secure it, he gently massages the tip of his nose, eyes shutting as it takes the bait. 

“kAISHhh’diuu-! huh’eNGZSHH’oo-!”

“Exactly. Not just a few anymore. And then last night when you headed out for patrol I could see you still had the headache.” 

“I just… I didn’t notice any of that…” 

With a laugh that seems to float through the air, Mic plants a kiss on Aizawa’s forehead, the wince not escaping either of them. ‘Must still be running a fever. Strange… I don’t actually feel any different… besides maybe a little flushed…’ 

“I know you didn’t. You’ve never been one to notice your own health, Sho. Let alone prioritize it. That’s why it’s my job to take care of you."

"hH'kEZSHHh'oo-!"

"Bless. Now! I’m going to get some medication, you’re going to take it, and then we’ll watch a few episodes of that show you like, and you’ll fall asleep in my arms. Got it?” 

Another cough starts spilling out, Aizawa letting a rough sigh replace it as Mic cups his face, a smirk replacing the signature smile as he melts into the touch. He follows suit with a gentle smile of his own, nose twitching as he brings the tissues back up. 

“hH’ENGZSHhh’oo-! How did I get so lucky with you, Zashi?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop pesting you until you let me take care of you, of course!” 

Aizawa laughs, deep and chesty, triggering a cough that has Mic apologizing through his own laughter, but it’s worth it. He never felt this kind of happiness before Mic, this kind of light. And on days when he feels himself slipping back into the dark, Mic is always there, shining like a beacon. 

Bringing him home. 

[clovesnz]

Alright my loves things didn’t go quite as planned :( you can expand if you want to hear my chhinkni trials and tribulations

Basically, I live in a small house full of people with a lot of sensory issues. What this means is that none of use pretty much ANY scented products. So no candles, incense, perfume, strong bath products, or even scented deodorant. People get headaches, get irritable and some of them but NOTABLY NOT ME have allergic reactions. Any change in this is commented on and questioned. Additionally, my room also had a shared bathroom within it, so there are people walking through it pretty frequently.

I had a game plan for the chhinkni: I put it in a bag, inside a bag full of paper and baking soda, inside an airtight bag, inside another airtight bag. I could still smell it in my room though, and I hadn’t even opened any of the bottles yet. I usually record in my car, but it is a shared car, so I decided to take it outside and then go into my car. I took a little and felt nothing, so I took more and went into my car as it started tickling and…nothing. All the while I was a little freaked out because I realized with my nose compromised I had no way of knowing if any snuff still on my fingers or around my nose was offing smell into the car. So I panicked and went outside. I sat on my driveway and snuffed as much as I could handle but still nothing. So I induced with some grass and it was a easier than when I just induce. But not…that much easier? But all I could think about the whole time was how strong it smelled. It was actually almost giving me a panic attack. I personally have a huge problem with strong smells, it’s not just my household. It felt so out of my control. The thought of having to bundle it all up and take it back into the house and just pray that the smell would dissipate was too much, especially because it didn’t really even do anything for me. So I left it in the outside garbage, came inside and threw the clothes I was wearing in the wash, opened my bedroom window, and took a shower. Maybe a little rash to throw it out but I was seriously panicking and it’s been a rough couple weeks so I really couldn’t take another thing to worry about.

I really did use a shit ton of this stuff. It was burning my nose a lot so it’s not like I wasn’t getting it. It just didn’t make me sneeze in fits like I had (perhaps foolishly) hoped. I guess that might be an experience I never have unless I magically find something I’m allergic to. And since I can already aid inducing with other things that cause me a lot less stress and anxiety, I don’t really have any reason to use it.

If I ever live alone, I will give it another try. I bet that in a completely stress free environment I could get it to work. But that is not going to be now and I think I just have to accept that.

I hope you guys will still enjoy me manually torturing my nose. I’m feeling very unsexy about this whole thing but I guess life is like that sometimes. All of you with sensitive noses, I will continue to worship you as superhuman beings lol

[weministertomonsters]

Une Amourette

The rain taps harshly against the window and I almost mistake it for someone's knuckles rapping against the panes; Mother Nature asking to be let in. The way I see it, she's wringing her hair over the roof of our cabin and already has one foot in the door.

Water is dripping everywhere and Sam and Jesse are doing a shit job of cleaning it up.

"Let go, you motherfucker!" Jesse bleats on the floor, flopping on his belly like a beached whale.

Sam straddles his back, pulling the wet towel tighter against his neck.

"How long can you last without oxygen?" Sam asks rhetorically.

"I. Said. Let. GO!" Jesse's face is turning blue.

"Will you two quit messing around and just clean the damn place up? And then patch the roof. Dad will have a fit if he comes home and everything is soaked," I sigh.

"The house is the only thing getting soaked that's for sure," Sam grumbles, shoving Jesse's face against the floor as he stands and resumes spreading the towel down and then squeezing it out over a bucket.

"Why don't you help?" Jesse asks, swiping under his nose to check for blood.

"Because I'm the only one who can cook?" I suggest, pouring another batch of pancake batter into the frying pan.

"Cook my ass, that's just pancake mix," Sam sniffs. "Smells good though."

"Fine, I'm the least likely to set the food on fire," I amend. "It's all we've got to eat for the rest of the week unless you two want to go to the store tomorrow?"

"Hell no!" They chorus back.

"That's what I thought," I mutter.

Tap.

Tap.

"Is that a fucking bird?" I demand. "I've been hearing that for the past two minutes."

"Then you're hearing things, Nolly," Sam says from the floor. "As usual."

Tap.

Tap.

I survey the window in front of me but all I can see is the long twist of Killer's Peak Road and the distant twinkling lights of the town. Everything looks normal until it doesn't.

"I swear if you say you see something-" Sam says, but I interrupt him.

"Yeah, I see something."

"Nolly!"

"Come and see for yourself," I beckon with the spatula.

Sam and Jesse crowd beside me and peer out the window.

"Is that a person?" Jesse asks.

"Is that a gun?" Sam asks.

"Yes, and yes." I squint at the shadow creeping through the ridge of trees along the road. "Looks like a man. A hunter?"

"Unless he's here to shoot you, weirdo, then he's probably hunting something else," Sam says, attempting to take a pancake out of the pan and cussing as the crispy-hot edges burn his fingers.

"But it's raining," Jesse wonders, leaning against the counters and crossing his lean arms. "Who hunts in this weather?"

"More importantly..." I smack Sam's hand to stop him from having a second go with the pancakes. "I don't hear the tapping anymore."

"That was just you," Sam says, petulantly rubbing the back of his hand.

"Maybe-" Jesse pipes up.

BANG.

The back door flies open and a man stumbles in and kicks the door shut.

"Hey!" Sam yells. "You can't just bust in here like you own the place-"

The man turns to face us and Sam's voice dies in his throat.

"Holy shit," Jesse breathes and the three of us stand there like rabbits in the headlights of an oncoming car and stare.

No one can blame us, because the man has half a sword sticking out of his chest. The ragged edges of the wound seep blood onto the handle of the weapon and it drips from there onto the floor.

"All three of you must be deaf," the man says. "I knocked more than once."

"Told you I heard something!" I exclaim. "Uh, who are you?"

"That's unimportant," the man says, striding over to the counters and pulling them open, moving surprisingly well considering how bad his injury looks.

"Are you in trouble with the guy out there?" Jesse asked.

The man tilts his head towards the window and looks like he wants to curse but doesn't.

"He will come knocking and ask if you have seen me," the man says, finally finding what he wants.

A clean dishtowel and the bottle of alcohol we keep for our frequent emergencies.

"And what should we say when he does?" I ask.

"Tell him you have no idea what he is talking about and ask him if he is hunting rabbits," the man says.

"And if we don't?" Sam dares to ask.

"Then he will kill all of you and come for me next," the man says as he strides across the kitchen, adding over his shoulder, "Out of the four of us, I'm the most likely to survive."

The man pauses in the hallway and pulls open the laundry room and the pantry, closing each door in turn. He pulls open the downstairs bathroom door and disappears into it while we stand and wonder what the hell is happening. I snap out of it when I smell smoke and realize the last shrunken pancake is turning black. I switch the stove off and open the window a crack to let the smoke out.

"Are we supposed to believe what that man said?" Jesse asks, scratching his head. "He does look like he is in some kind of trouble..."

"We're not taking any chances," Sam retorts. "The man out there has a gun. We can take the injured guy but none of us stand a chance against a gun."

"For the record," a voice floats from the bathroom, "you cannot take me."

"Jesus Christ," Sam says, amused and annoyed.

Tap.

Tap.

This time, I go to the door and pull it open, coming face to face with a wilderness of a man. He's wearing a crinkly raincoat over his clothes and he reeks of alcohol. His fuzzy grey beard has something like a bit of melted cheese stuck in it.

"Hello," he says. "You seen a man about this tall 'n wide with a sword in his chest?"

I do my best to look innocent. I don't have to try very hard because the man looks like he's half out of it. He fixes his yellowed eyes on me but the right one keeps slipping to stare off somewhere else for a few moments before he blinks and drags it back to focus on me.

"Well?" He grunts, trying to look past my shoulder.

I'm much taller than he is, so he can't see anything. I don't want to step aside and give him the idea that he can come in, so I turn slightly so he can see my brothers standing in the middle of the kitchen; Sam with his military buzzcut and pants hanging unbuttoned on his hips and Jesse who looks like an emo disaster someone fished out of the Goodwill bin.

"Hey man, are you a hunter?" Sam says.

"A rabbit hunter?" Jesse adds.

"Nah kid, I'm just flushing out one big bad wolf," the man says, stamping on the doormat, dislodging chunks of mud from his boots. "You sure you haven't seen a man?"

"Nope," I say. "But good luck finding him in all this rain."

"Eh, I didn't think he'd be here either. He'd never hole up with a bunch of kids. He hates 'em."

"We're not kids!" Jesse scoffs.

"That's exactly what a kid would say," Sam snorts, and Jesse tackles him.

Mercifully, they land on the couch, not the glass coffee table.

The man squints at me for a long moment. "Well, I'll be on my way," he says. "You got a gun?"

"Licensed, yes," I lie.

He waves a hand dismissively. "If you see a man as I described, shoot him. That just might save your life."

With that, he clumps off the back steps and hurries off into the rain. I close the door and then bolt it shut as an afterthought.

"I think he's dangerous," I announce to Sam and Jesse, glancing at the bathroom door.

"Which one?" Jesse asks.

'Our guy looks saner than the dude with the gun. Even though he should be dead by now," Sam says, trapping Jesse's head between his knees and ruffling his hair until he begins to squeal.

"Still," I take the gun out of its box on top of the fridge and check to make sure it's loaded and the safety is on. "Better armed than vulnerable."

"I am dangerous, just not to you," the man says.

I turn to see him descending the stairs and patting his hair with a towel, wearing clean, dry clothes that look familiar.

"Is that my shirt?" I demand.

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I suck at multitasking. I posted this on Patreon in March and forgot to eventually post it here (and on Wattpad). I don't know what I'm doing anymore, send help! Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this, even though my habit of writing new stories without finishing the old stories and not finishing those new ones because I've moved on to other stories is cursed AF.

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[violet-yimlat]

“Hey dad, Have you ever fucked up do badly that you turned into a demon?”

No, that’s no good.

Of course he has. That’s sort of his whole personality.

“Eyyy pops. I done goofed up and now I do be the broken, the beaten and the damned”

What the fuck even was that. And was that a My Chemical Romance reference?

“Father, I regret to inform you that that I-“

That I what?

“-have been following in your footsteps in the worst possible way”

No.

“-tried to summon a demon but I messed up and turned into one”

No.

“-need help because, you see, I did this thing”

No.

New idea. Play him a song. One of these boxes must have- yes. A ukulele.

Black Veil Brides is always good.

Goodbye Agony makes sense. I wince as I recall how the word “goodbye” came from a monk who got very confused and forgot what GBWY meant.

“Heaven's gone, the battle's

won

I had to say goodbye

Lived and learned from every fable

Written by your mind

And I wonder how to move on From all had inside

Place my gun upon the table

In blood I draw the line

I've given all my pride

Living a life of misery

Always there, just underneath Haunting me, quietly alone It's killing me, killing me Dead and gone, what's done is done

You were all I had become

I'm letting go of what I once believed

So goodbye agony…”

… But I don’t even play the ukulele. And singing without a backing track is even more embarrassing. Why do I even have that ukulele? It sometimes feels like my room is just supplying me with whatever fits the gag. Even if the joke’s at my expense.

Maybe I should just tell him…

Or write him a letter.

It could be one word and my signature. Just run into his room and leave it there.

“Human’t. love Violet”.

Or I could lie. There was no magical accident. Screaming? What screaming? My rooms smells of blood and smoke and incense because I was sacrificing an animal so that I have extra innocent blood for when I need it. If it needs to be fresh, logically, keeping it in the fridge should work. The incense was to mask the smell.

But…

Well look at me.

Illusions shouldn’t be too hard.

Cloaking. Camouflage. Smoke and mirrors.

I light a candle. It burns with little smoke. Not good enough. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to sacrifice one of my cool sticks. I put the wood in the metal lid of a Soap and Glory gift set I got last year for Chr- That word catches in my mouth.

I light the fire.

I look around the room, finding a small shard of broken mirror on a deep shelf, just to the right of books and my makeup bag and pens and lots of other random shit. The room is a mess, as always.

I don’t exactly know what I’m doing but this makes sense.

Holding my hands over the smoke, I use the shard of mirror to cut my finger. A few drops of blood drip into the fire.

The sharp claws that had appeared last night seem to vanish.

I flinch and drop the mirror in the fire.

They come back.

I open the window of my room. I wrap one of my hands, the left one, the one I cut, in a towel, and pick up the fire.

I take the rest of the cup of water from last night in my right hand.

I carry both to the window and extinguish the fire, water overflowing from the shallow dish.

I carefully pick out the piece of mirror.

The claws become invisible again.

I seem to have created a talisman.

I grip it and look at myself. I can still feel them, but the wings and tail seem to have disappeared.

I look in the full length mirror on the wall.

They still seem to be visible. Odd.

I am going to have to avoid mirrors.

It’s probably the silver. That’s apparently why vampires can’t see themselves. Silver is a symbol of purity. Dad probably doesn’t know that.

If he’d been any cheaper or simply gone to IKEA, I’d probably look normal.

So I open the selfie camera on my phone. Good. Blue eyes.

I put the shard in my pocket.

Red eyes.

Ok. So it doesn’t work unless if there’s anything between it and my skin.

I put it on the floor and hover my hand over it.

I conclude that it’s effective from a distance of about two inches.

I’ll make a necklace then.

I’m good at crafts.

Nobody ever has to know.

… But will Abby tell him? Or would Uriel?

No. I don’t think Uriel would. Those two can’t stand each other.

But Abby? Is she the kind to keep secrets? She kept Uriel from dad, but Uriel was never a threat. I could be dangerous. I don’t want to hurt anyone but…

Dark magic has consequences.

Well, I’ll just do what the imaginary dark magic users I made up do. Use illusions, and lie about my mental and physical health :3

[ausbutlerhq]

new house sightings

WHO: Vanessa Hudgens & Austin Butler @queenvh WHEN: August 22nd 2023 WHERE: Austin's new house in Santa Monica SUMMARY: Austin takes Vanessa to see the house he is going to buy and to talk about the future. TRIGGER WARNINGS: None

Vanessa Vanessa had finished getting dreased opting for a simple dress and flip flops. Nobody was going to see her after all. She fixed her braids that surprisingly were still good and took her phone. "Ready" she announced when she got downstairs

Austin Austin put out his cigarette and opened the passenger door for her before heading back inside. “Okay car’s ready.”

Vanessa "Emotionally?" she joked before getting into the car.

Austin He got into the car and turned it in before buckling his seatbelt. “Hm?” He asked.

Vanessa "You said the car was ready, I was just making a joke. Never mind" she said with a shrug

Austin “Oh, I’m dumb. I’m sorry, I’m tired,” he admitted. He checked the rear view before pulling out onto the road.

Vanessa "It's OK it's no big deal" she said "Oh, you didn't get your painting. You could have seen where it would fit"

Austin “Oh, I completely forgot. Can you save it for me and I’ll pick it up after this weekend?” Austin asked. He leaned back a little in his seat and moved his hand over a bit near the stereo.

Vanessa "I can give it to you when you bring me back" she said "Unless you are planning on letting me hitchhike"

Austin “Oh, I forgot about that. Yes, of course. No, you’re not gonna hitchhike.” He got on the highway and glanced at the address on his gps.

Vanessa "Good because flip flops" she said with a shrug. She watched as he put the address on the gps and looked out the window

Austin Austin moved his hand a few inches over and stretched it. He kept his left hand on the wheel, being mindful of the road.

Vanessa "So. Beachfront?" she asked in order to make convetsation as he suddenly felt closed off

Austin Austin glanced back over at her before flipping his hand over. “Yes, beachfront,” he responded. “Dream come true for me.”

Vanessa "I can imagine" Vanessa said "Getting to go into the ocean whenever you please sounds like a dream for sure"

Austin Austin stretched his arm out so that it was directly in front of her. “We’ll be there in just a few minutes. Yeah, I think I’ll probably start running again.”

Vanessa Vanessa arched an eyebrow before giving him her hand. "Literally hopefully" she referred to their previous conversation

Austin “Finally,” he said, sighing dramatically as he pulled her hand closer to him. He laced their fingers and picked up her hand, placing a gentle kiss to the back of it. “Oh yes, literally. There’s plenty of room for me to run, it was part of why I wanted this house so badly.”

Vanessa She just shook her head "Dramatic much?" she asked. She felt him kissing her hand and could feel her cheeks burning "Well sounds good then"

Austin Austin allowed his lips to linger against her skin for a few seconds before setting their hands down. “Almost there,” he said again before pulling into the driveway. “It’s best to encourage anything that’ll get my energy out in a healthy way.”

Vanessa Vanessa nodded and looked out the window at the area. She liked Santa Monica. "Well yeah. And running by the beach is certainly a great way to do that"

Austin Austin pulled up and parked the door before getting out and open end the door for Vanessa.

Vanessa Vanessa got out of the car and looked around her. "Nice"

Austin He walked up to the front door and managed to find the key. He let them inside and opened the door for Vanessa. “Ladies first.”

Vanessa Vanessa walked in and found the light switch turning the lights on. She looked around her "Nice!" she said

Austin Austin looked around and smiled peacefully at all the natural light. He began the tour and showed Vanessa everything and what he planned to do with it. He saved the best for last and led her outside to the back where the view was phenomenal of the ocean. “How can you ever feel numb when you can smell the ocean? And feel the breeze?” He asked, speaking more loudly because of the waves.

Vanessa She went around the house seeing what he was showi g her. It was undoubtedly a great house. She followed outside at the patio. "It's for sure amazing" she said

Austin He smiled contently and nodded. “It’s beautiful. It’ll be great to have you and Darla over,” he agreed.

Vanessa Vanessa tilted her head "She will definitely love running on the sand" she said smiling.

Austin Austin could envision it and it all made him so happy. "It's a big move but it'll be so great once I have everything set up here." He sighed happily and smiled. "Thanks for coming to see it. Let me get you home so you can pack for London."

Vanessa "Are you buying it as is, with the furniture, or no?" she asked. "It's a great house, so congrats" she said with a smile. "You are welcome" she said

Austin “No, I’m buying it empty,” he said, “unfurnished. Why? Do you want to be my interior designer?” Austin smiled as he thought about owning the house.

Vanessa Vanessa nodded no wjth her head "My house is still not finished so another project is not possible" she said with a smile

Austin “Had to ask, seemed like something you’d be interested in.” He smiled and grabbed the key. “Ready to head out?”

Vanessa "No. This is all you. It has to be all you actually" she said. When he moved in with her the house had already been decorated and ready by her. Sure they had bought stuff and done changes over the years but still. And then Los Feliz they didn't really have the chance to finish. She didn't know about his other house or the apartment but if this was his new beginning, it had to reflect that. "Yeah, sure" she said

Austin “Has to be? What do you mean?” He asked, genuinely confused. “I just know you’re into decorating - more than I am probably. It was just a question, it’s okay,” he tried to say.

Vanessa "The decorating. This is a new step for you so your house should reflect your personality and taste" she explained. "I am, I'm simply explaining"

Austin Austin nodded. “Okay,” he responded, understanding what she meant. He locked the hours doors and led them to the car, opening the door for Vanessa.

Vanessa She watched as he locked and stepped into the car thanking him. She hoped that things were still good and he didn't get into his head again

Austin Austin took her hand again. “Thanks for coming with me, it means a lot to me,” he said again after they’d started to drive.

Vanessa "Don't mention it" she said "Thank you for sharing" she said

Austin “Of course,” he agreed. He pulled back up to Vanessa’s house and got out so he could open the door for her.

Vanessa "Thanks" she said getting out of the car when he opened the door for her. "You are coming to get your painting or are you going home?"

Austin “Oh, I forgot. Yes I’ll go grab it,” he responded. Austin closed the door behind her and followed behind her to get his painting.

Vanessa She climbed the steps and unlocked the door and stepped inside. She could see everything still laid out in the garden

[fangsanddaggers]

Astarion seems to have forgotten the light jabbing soon enough, eyes lighting up as he eagerly discusses some components, talking about how 'Oh, my Gale would have been so pathetic pleading with such sweet eyes for these for his spells' and 'Oh, my sweet sweet Wyll. He'd have expertly talked you into allowing him to use this for his own.'

"A spell for protection from Gale, sure. But a desert for savoring from Wyll? Now that..." The elf chuckles to himself as he adds the small star shaped spice filled jar. "Gale was a wonderful chef, made the finest meals out of the scraps we could find, but Wyll? Oh, the devils do work through his fingers when he crafts sweets." He laughed then, a warm sound.

"Karlach, oh, my sweet girl loved to eagerly ask for more than one helping each time Wyll managed to find what was needed for a desert." He's more talking to himself as he moves, peering at this or that before halting at the sages, delicately picking up a few small bundles.

His eyes dim, only so slightly as if he just remembered they weren't here with him anymore, that he was alone and would likely never see one of them again. Not unless he went to Sonnare and suffered, or turned to some kind of drug to mess him up.

"Shadowheart would always be burning something like this. A cleansing, after...." He stops, turning to firmly add them to the basket, meeting brown and tensing in a way that mirrored what a flustered blushing bride might do, even if his skin cannot match.

"Oh, gods. There I go babbling about the past." He laughs, the sound pitching higher than normal as he seems to shake himself to focus once more. "A few more things dear and I'll be done." Slipping to snatch a deck of cards, a small mat and finally a shimmering crystal orb, he moves to the counter, happy to chat with the woman as things were rung up.

"Just, returning home to connect with lost family, the usual deal for many." He purrs by the time Roberto joined his flitting frame, the folk behind the counter seeming pleased.

"A welcome embrace, I am sure. All are welcome to connect with the divine in any way they see fit. Be it the divine gods, or the divine inner self, it's a welcoming all the same." Her words seem to strike the spawn in a way that has him distant. Not faded from reality as he had been, but rather in a sort of...

Contemplation.

Deep enough that, when he realized it was time to pay for the items, he simply stared at Roberto's hand moving where his should have been, watching with a dull confusion that shone clearly on his face.

Why? When it seemed to silly to him, or perhaps so meaningless... Still, the human paid. He knew enough by now that it wasn't obligation nor with the expectation for something more sexual to occur so...

"Darling, you needn't- I can-" he doesn't really fight it, just kind of stands with his hands flapping a moment before stubbornly taking the deck of cards at least back into his possession. "Will you at least let me carry something?"

Roberto doesn't see the initial flash of hurt on his lover's face, not when he's busy picking through the various shapes and colors of stones. But as he accepts the rough crystal stone Astarion hands him, he catches the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice and winces slightly. Seems his attempt at levity was far off the mark this time. Damn.

Astarion is slipping away again before he can say anything, so he lets him browse, holds the basket quietly so the elf has his hands free to touch anything he likes. The only addition he himself makes is a book that he spots as they walk past a shelf, labeled Beginner's Occult. If nothing else, even if he's not part of all this, Roberto can read enough to understand. Astarion is worth making the effort for, especially if this is that important to him.

He's absolutely planning to bully his way into paying for it all, whether Astarion has more keys than he does or not. It's the statement of it; that he's supporting him in his newfound or rekindled interest even if he doesn't get it.

He's trying.

[sakinotfound]

let me take care of you | lucifer

cw: no use of pronouns/gender not specified, fluff, comfort, established relationship, use of pet names (a lot), also they are used in a gender neutral way- please don't think this is only fem! reader, mentions of suggestive themes but nothing happens. it's sfw.

"shh," he hushes you. placing his long index finger upon your lips, he looks straight into your eyes.

under the lighting of the corridors of HoL, they shine brightly. black eyes glinting with a faint red gradient. tone soft yet firm, he speaks to you, "no ifs and buts (name), just for tonight let me take care of you."

it surprised you every single time, how easily lucifer managed to fluster you, making your cheeks burn. sure he was the avatar of pride but you weren't any less prideful yourself. so trying your best to hide the fluttering of your heart and a blushy smile threatening to break on your face you solemnly nod.

lucifer has been alive for many years, he has dealt with a lot of people in his time in devildom. you can try as much as you want, but you can't fool lucifer. he sees right through it.

well unless it's a stupid prank and he was a little too cocky about his smartness. but we'll talk about that some other time.

big, warm hands on your shoulders, he guides your body towards his bedroom. as soon as you reach the door, he stops.

his lips hover above your skin as he places a feathery kiss on your temple. moving his soft lips down to your ear he lowers his head a little and whispers into your left ear, "let's get you to rest, my love."

having him so close to you, and the way his deep voice dips octaves lower has your spine tingling and hair rising. you try your best not to show but your eyes squeeze shut at the sudden stimulation. a grin breaks out on his face but he doesn't do anything to let you know or tease you about it. this time is for your comfort and you to feel relaxed only.

as the door closes shut, lucifer switches the dim lights on. placing his signature coat aside, he asks you to go sit on his bed. 

"make yourself comfortable, darling. i'll be back in a minute." and with that he disappears into the attached washroom.

you know lucifer wasn't gonna do anything like that right now but still the intimacy with which he deals with everything related to you both, has your insides churning. you fiddle with your fingers to ease your nervousness. you don't have to be nervous though, no never with lucifer. he has never given you anything that should keep you on edge when alone with him except a few light-hearted teasing. but maybe it's just his place in the devildom, his power and his strict aura that sometimes makes your insecurities resurface a little. just as you were going to dwell on them again, he walks out of the washroom.

you find your breath hitch. eyes unable to move anywhere but take in the man in front of you. you think your heart might have stopped. he walks out with droplets of water hanging on to the strands of silky smooth hair. face freshly washed and the water made his white shirt see through. to top it off the top few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned giving you all the more view of what you were staring at. the white shirt fit his physique perfectly, stopping at his waist. you lower your gaze to the long black pants covering his tall height.

"like what you see?" he flicks his hair aside. throwing your D.D.D. towards you, which he had taken before taking you to the room. "take a picture sweetheart, it would last longer."

"asshole." you mutter to yourself. this was too much for your heart. it was one too many times in one single evening that he has made your heart rate spike up and even made it stop once!

busy cursing lucifer in your mind, you don't even notice when he makes his way up to you. "(name)?"

"what?" you retort making him chuckle.

"i need you to relax is all." he continues. "and, turn your back to me please."

obliging you do as he says and in an instance, dexterous fingers make their way to your upper back. strong yet comfortable strokes of massage make you relax instantly. skilled fingers take care of each and every strained muscle up there.

your eyes flutter shut, mouth parting a little you let out a sigh of relief. "lucifer…"

"hmm, what is it sweet?" he looks down at you, black hair framing his face beautifully.

and just then, without your knowledge you let out a small moan of relief. wide eyes snapping open immediately, your hand slaps against your mouth. 

"s-sorry. i am so sorry lucifer. i- i don't know how it- how i- oh God this so embarrassing." you hang your head down, not being able to make eye contact with the demon. you know he would tease you like always but seconds turn to minutes and the teasing never comes?

"are you over your little shy session?" lucifer perks up. hands back to work as they press all the right spots, making all the pain go away. "it's natural (name), it happens. i understand."

stopping his hands one more time, he brings his index and middle finger down to your chin and makes you look up at him. "besides, if i didn't make you feel relieved i wouldn't have been doing a good job, would i?" 

you mirror his soft smile and lean forward just as he does, planting your lips to his in a short but sweet kiss. 

"how do you feel now?" he asks.

"much better, love. thank you so much." you turn around, legs crossed as you look up at the man towering above you. 

both his hands cup your face, "are you hungry? do you wanna eat something?"

tilting your head, you rub your cheek against the palm of his hand which makes lucifer smile. his heart beats faster seeing the way you feel so comfortable with him, so at ease with him.

albeit it does take you some time to forget about your nervousness. and even if you aren't able to, he is always there to make you feel good.

"mhm, a little yeah but i don't wanna eat right now. i demand cuddles instead."

letting out a laugh, he tips his head back making you grin cheekily. "yes yes, whatever your majesty wants."

and next you know, you are engulfed by lucifer's bear hugs. long arms drape around your structure, holding you close to him with your back facing his front. you make yourself at ease and lay comfortably against his broad chest. stretching your legs, you keep them close to lucifer's long ones.

the raven haired man attacks you with a series of butterfly kisses all over your face and neck, making you laugh. and as if that wasn't enough, he brings another attack upon you. this times it's of tickles. tickling your sides as your squirm against him, tears pricking your eyes and stomach hurting with how much you are laughing. 

"sto- stop stop." you breathe out, still laughing. "stop. too much."

and he ceases, loosening his hold to allow you room to breathe in the much needed oxygen to your heart's content… or should i say heart and lungs' conte- ok sorry i'll stop.

taking in a deep breath, you turn to your side and place your head on lucifer's chest. right above where his heart is, hearing it beat against your ears. he places his lips on your head and doesn't move for a while. just feeling you close to him has his cheeks burning from how much he has smiled in this one evening.

taking care of you isn't just a form of affection for you by him, it is also a get away for lucifer from his tiring and stressful life. he genuinely enjoys these cute little moments with you. and though you are both very busy most of the time, he genuinely looks forward to spending quality time with his partner.

[joeyscherryjubilee]

Like Calls to Like (II)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x OC

Author's Note: slow burn is out the window besties xo

Warnings: None? Unresolved sexual tension I guess, confession of feelings

Word count: 5,107

Summary: Laenyra receives a message at breakfast and has to give bad news to Aemond. They both confess mutual feelings.

The morning light was kind upon the two dragons. Aemond was splayed across the bed snoring lightly, his hand clutched in Laenyra’s. Her hair spilled over the bed, her long legs entangled in sheets that had been pushed away. Both of them sleeping deeply, something they could only do in each other’s company. 

Aemond was plagued by memories of a dark night and a stolen eye, often waking in a fit of horror. He would seek out his princess to comfort him. Laenyra was still entranced by dragondreams, waking throughout the night with a thrilling fear of flying, unable to find rest unless she had her prince to confide in. 

They were too old for such things to be proper, both of them adults in the eyes of the gods, but uncaring to the fact. Aemond and Laenyra moved in tandem with each other. It was an innocent relationship, they simply relished and relied on the company of one another. They had yet to address the true yearning they felt for each other. 

“Prince Aemond?” There came a knocking at the door and the two jolted awake fearfully. 

Laenyra grasped at Aemond, taking comfort in his presence. She had been deep in a dream of Dragonstone and a dragon as black as pitch.

“Did you bar the door?” Laenyra whispered hoarsely, tugging at her prince’s tunic in order to awaken him more quickly. 

“Yes.” He rasped, his arm wrapping around her of its own accord. Laenyra ignored the warmth that spread through her from such a touch. Sleep beckoned at them both, but they knew it would entail further danger of discovery. 

“Prince Aemond, Queen Alicent sent me.” The voice belonged to Ser Erryk, Aegon’s sworn shield. “She has requested your presence for a family meal.” 

“Yes.” Aemond called, clearing his throat so as to sound more authoritative. “I will be there momentarily.”

“Do you wish for me to escort you, my prince?” Ser Erryk asked, as was his job as a Kingsguard. 

“No.” He said sharply. “I am capable of finding my own way.” 

“Of course, Prince Aemond, I will leave you.” The clunking of armour told the departure of the knight and Laenyra kicked away the sheets to free herself from Aemond’s bed, sitting up and looking for the slippers she had removed upon arrival. 

“It is alright, Laenyra.” Aemond murmured and stood to assist in her search. “The passageway is short, we will find your slippers and you will be in your chambers in a moment.” 

He knelt by the bed, finding one of her missing moccasins. The other was hidden underneath one of the bedclothes she had kicked off, the two of them ran far too warm for so many coverings during sleep. 

Laenyra glanced at the door, as though afraid someone would break it down and find them together. Aemond couldn’t help his smile, she was the bravest person he knew, but the idea of being sent away terrified her. She was scared of being separated from him and while he would never wish for it to happen, it brought him indescribable joy to have her favour him so much. 

Aemond knelt before her, looking like a prince from the stories and her heart swelled at the sight. He gripped her calf, sliding up her nightgown in a heinously improper way but Laenyra could not bring herself to care as deft fingers secured both her slippers. He squeezed her leg with a smile and stood, pressing a quick and completely innocent kiss to her temple. 

They approached the hidden panel beside his bed. Laenyra pressed the misshapen stone and Aemond pushed at the unseen doorway, forcing it wide enough for his princess to slip through. 

“Go, I will see you soon.” He murmured. She gave him a warm smile and squeezed his hand before hurrying down the passageway. 

The hidden walkway was too dark to see, but Laenyra’s feet were certain as they treaded the familiar path. 

She pulled at an iron handle porting and a small wooden door popped open into her rooms. Leaning down she hurried through, closing the door behind her and concealing it with a tapestry, and winced at the sound of heavy knocking. 

“Princess?” It was Laenyra’s sworn shield, Ser Adrian. 

“Yes?” She called, attempting to make her voice sound hoarse from sleep. 

“The Queen has requested you to join her and your family for a morning meal.” 

“I will be just a moment.” Laenyra hurried to disturb her bed, pulling the sheets about so they looked slept in and tugged at her nightgown, attempting to remove it. She yelped as her hand collided with the bed frame, a searing pain shooting through her knuckles all the while tugging on a silk shift and pulled on her favourite blue gown, it was beautiful but easy to move about in. 

“Are you alright, Princess?” Ser Adrian’s voice was urgent. “Shall I summon your lady’s maid?” 

“No!” Laenyra winced at the tone of her voice and readjusted it. “No, thank you Ser. I am quite alright.” 

She pulled open the door, attempting to seem put together. 

Ser Adrian had been chosen by Rhaenyra to guard her only daughter, so it was no surprise that the man was as smart as a whip and just as deadly. He regarded her messed hair and flushed face with a raised eyebrow, glancing into her chambers. Upon seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he hmm’d and followed her down the hall. 

“How did you sleep, Princess?” The knight asked, moving out of the way of her flailing hands as Laenyra tamed her hair into a braid. 

“Well.” She was still slightly breathless and desperately attempting to conceal it. “Thank you, Ser. How was your nightly patrol?” 

“Uneventful.”

Ser Adrian did not enjoy the fact that his charge had memorised his schedule so quickly, but his fondness for the girl overcame any annoyance. 

Her knight opened the door to the dining hall for her and she murmured a thanks. 

“Laenyra!” Helaena’s voice was joyful as she rose to walk quickly to greet her niece. 

“Princess.” Laenyra grinned and took the older woman’s hands in hers, squeezing them fondly. She looked to the end of the table and curtsied to Queen Alicent. “Your Grace.”

Alicent nodded politely to her granddaughter, though her face fell as Aemond stood hastily to greet Laenyra. 

“Bonds of blood are sacred over all others. But love is the most powerful thing in the world.” Helaena stated with a nonplussed smile and sat at the table.

Laenyra attempted to think on her aunt’s cryptic words, but came up short as Aemond approached. Any coherent thought she had vanished at the sight of him. Hair strands pulled back off his face and a tight leather tunic that fitted him very well. 

“Princess Laenyra.” He purred, taking her hand and pressing an unnecessarily formal kiss to it. She felt herself go red as he released her. “You slept well?” 

“Yes.” Her voice was quiet and she attempted reclaim some propriety. “How did you sleep, my prince?” 

Aemond led her to the table, looking so gallant and princely she was embarrassed by how her heart fluttered. 

“I slept soundly, thank you for asking.” He murmured and sat beside her. 

Aegon, who had only just looked up to acknowledge her presence, let out a groan at the sight of them. 

“Must you two be so enamoured with each other?” He groaned and pulled a pitcher towards him before letting out another groan at its contents. “And why in the seven hells is there water in here?” 

“Oh do shut up, Aegon.” Aemond order his brother, who simply raised his cup in acknowledgement with a smug grin. Laenyra blushed red at Aegon’s words and chose to chat to Helaena instead. 

Helaena was relatively detached from the conversation, speaking on things that had no meaning in the present but would return in the future. Many people viewed the princess as odd, perhaps indifferent. She was adored by Laenyra and Aemond though. Most of the time she just wished for someone to listen to her. 

“Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black A dragon of green, a dragon of black, side by side but needed together.” Helaena’s tone became one of distress and Laenyra rested her hand softly on her aunt’s shoulder. 

“It’s aright, Helaena.” Laenyra murmured, trying to provide comfort but unsure as to how. 

Aemond leant over Laenyra to check on his sister, his hand grasping hers. 

“Helaena, come back to us.” He spoke softly and motioned for Laenyra to continue stroking her shoulder. 

The princess returned to herself slowly but after a long moment she looked at them with a shaky smile. 

“Sorry.” She mumbled but Laenyra shushed her apologies and pressed a kiss to her cheek. 

Aemond, relieved at his sister’s recovery, glanced down and frowned. 

“You hurt your hand?” He asked and took Laenyra’s reddened knuckles in his hands. 

“I hit it on my bed frame.” She explained, embarrassed. 

“What did your bed frame do to you to warrant such treatment?” Aemond teased and she pulled her hand back to shove at him playfully. 

“It kept teasing me so I had to establish dominance.” Laenyra huffed. 

“Your political tactics should be recorded by a Maester for future study.” He grinned and dodged a swat from her. Laenyra could not enact further revenge as the doors opened to reveal Ser Arryk and Ser Erryk, the latter melded into the wall to stand guard over them, but the former approached. 

“Princess Laenyra.” Ser Arryk bowed his head as he addressed her. 

“Ser Arryk.” She said in greeting, unsure as to why he had interrupted breakfast.

“Apologies for the interruption, Your Grace, Princes, Princess Helaena.” He nodded to them all in turn before presenting a small scroll to Laenyra. “Maester Orwyle requested I bring you this.”

She took it, immediately recognising the three-headed dragon stamped into a black wax seal.

Aemond leant over to look at the scroll. 

“It’s from my mother.” She explained softly, thanking Ser Arryk with a smile. 

Laenyra frowned as her thumb traced the design. She had just sent a long-winded letter to her mother not three days past, and it always look at least a week for her mother and brothers and cousins to all write their responses into one letter and send it back. Daemon would only sometimes contribute, drawing little sketches or writings on dragons.

“This came this morning?” Laenyra asked and Ser Arryk nodded. 

“Yes, Princess. A raven bore it just before you awoke.” He explained and joined his brother in standing sentry. 

“Dark wings bring dark words.” Helaena whispered to herself in a voice almost too low to hear.

Aemond frowned at the look of worry on his princess’ face. 

“Are you alright?” He murmured, trying to ignore his mother’s invasive gaze. 

She nodded but stood, walking out to the balcony without so much as a backwards glance. Aemond tapped his fingers against the table, his leg bouncing as he kept looking to the veranda, wishing to follow her. 

Laenyra fumbled with the scroll, tearing the wax with shaky fingers. She knew what it contained and knew why she had dreamt of Dragonstone. 

Lyra, mother has summoned you to return to Dragonstone by the turn of the next moon. She misses you, we all miss you. - Jace

She would have known the author even without his name; Jace always did have messy handwriting. 

Her heart clenched at how much she missed them, her loving family. But a searing void overcame her at the prospect of leaving her Aemond and of leaving Helaena.

She took a deep breath, now was not the time to think on such things. 

I can’t tell Aemond yet, he will be so upset, let me enjoy today with him first. I will tell him later.

Laenyra reentered the room, all too aware of how fake her smile felt as she rejoined the table. Helaena laid a soft hand on her arm, her face one of sad knowing as she squeezed Laenyra’s hand.

“Is everything alright?” Aemond’s voice was one of mild panic. 

“Yes, what did your mother write to you?” Queen Alicent’s voice was one of eagerness, a thirst to know what had been so important it could not wait for later. 

“Nothing of great import.” Laenyra said and pulled her plate towards her, the fruit turning to ash in her mouth as she thought again on the scroll. 

The Greens allowed the topic to be dropped, despite the interest. Though Aemond kept his gaze firmly on Laenyra as they ate, he would know what had upset her. 

“Come.” He said once they had finished eating, offering her his hand with the roguish smile she loved. 

Laenyra took it without question. 

“Where are we going?” She asked, standing to follow him from the room, after polite farewells to the rest of his family. Laenyra separated them as she tucked the scroll into her sleeve, attempting discretion. 

Aemond noticed of course and gave her a look of concern. 

“Do you wish to tell me what was in the scroll?” He asked in a soft voice. 

She shook her head, not meeting his eye. 

“I will tell you later.” Laenyra caught his apprehension. “I promise, Aemond.” 

They never broke their promises to each other. Never.

“Alright.” He permitted her to change the subject. 

“So, where are we going?” She had a peculiar forlornness as she walked beside him. 

“Vhagar has been restless in past days, I thought we could assist her.” His heart lightened considerably at her responding smile. There were few things in the world Laenyra loved more than flying, while she had yet to claim her own dragon, Aemond ensured she did not feel the loss too much, he and his dragon were constantly at her beck and call. 

Ser Adrian and Ser Harrold escorted the two dragonriders, riding on horseback to clear a path through the streets of King’s Landing. Aemond rode beside Laenyra on a white mare that matched his hair. Laenyra atop a stallion whose coat resembled the colour of her own locks. 

The city’s people waved as they passed, in particular to Laenyra, who smiled back looking every bit the people’s princess as Aemond looked on intimidatingly and silently beside her. 

Ser Harrold looked on her fondly, reminded of her mother who too, could not be kept away from the Dragonpit. Their knights waited to the entrance of the grand building, the scent of dragons permeating the air, a promise of blood and power and ruin. 

Aemond claimed her hand as his as he led her into the Dragonpit and Laenyra flushed red.

“Aemond.” She huffed and tugged at her hand, though he would not relinquish his grip. 

“Yes, dear niece?” He asked casually, his own hand dwarfing hers.

“This is improper.” Laenyra grumbled and glanced around in fear of scrutiny. The dragonkeepers saw Aemond and hurried to summon Vhagar. 

“Is it?” He asked, not unkindly but still feigning ignorance. 

“Yes! We are not in the privacy of the Keep. I do not wish people to think something of our relationship that is not true. You know such rumours will reach my mother, they most likely already have.” 

“What rumours will your mother hear?” Aemond asked, feigning further innocence as Laenyra’s cheeks bloomed red. 

“You know exactly what would be whispered if it became common knowledge that we slept in the same bed.” 

“Hmm.” He looked upon the girl he loved, even if they could not admit it to each other. “You have my apologies for making you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable.” Laenyra promised quickly and worried that he would take offence; Aemond was the only person she could ever imagine touching her in a non-familial way. “I just- I don’t want to go back to Dragonstone” 

“Why are you so afraid to go back home?” He asked and couldn’t help his look of surprise as she smiled sadly. 

“Because you would not be able to come with me.” Laenyra walked away like she had said nothing of significance and instead walked towards Vhagar, preferring to approach the largest dragon in the world instead of acknowledge her feelings. 

Aemond’s smile was seen by no one but bright enough to burn a fire as fierce as his dragon and he hurried after Laenyra. 

"Rytsas, dōna riña.” Hello, sweet girl. She murmured as she approached the behemoth monster that had assisted in conquering Westeros. 

Vhagar crooned softly in recognition of her rider and his princess and allowed Laenyra to press her hand against the warmth of the dragon, the power of fire made flesh. 

“She loves you.” Aemond said proudly as Laenyra stoked his dragon’s muzzle. Even the dragonkeepers had a healthy fear of Vhagar, but the princess did not fear what would not harm her, and she knew Aemond would never allow anything to happen to her. 

“I love her.” The dragon grumbled as Aemond approached, placing his own body in a way that effectively trapped Laenyra against the beast, not that she minded in the coolness of the day. They were just far apart enough to not be considered inappropriate and she wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Shall we?” He asked, his voice warm against her neck and his tone low enough to send a shiver down her spine. 

“Yes.” Laenyra said and tried desperately to not sound so flustered, Aemond certainly knew how to stir something within her. 

He grinned at the weakness in her voice and climbed the ladder that allowed for an easier assent of Vhagar. 

“Do you require assistance, Princess?” Aemond asked once sat atop his mighty stead, looking every bit the conqueror of old. His smile was teasing as Laenyra harrumphed and made her own climb. She had required Aemond’s help getting on Vhagar for years before she was finally able to do it herself, the dragon was just too big and moved too much, but he never allowed her to forget when she relied so heavily on him. 

Her grin was one of satisfaction and Aemond’s own was one of pride as Laenyra climbed into the saddle in front of him. 

“Shall we?” She asked impatiently, leaning forward to hold on to the handles of the saddle. Aemond chuckled and leant forward as well, his body covering hers as he secured them to the dragon. 

“Hold on tight.” He murmured in her ear and noted, with a possessive pleasure, the shiver that went down her spine at his voice. “Sōvegon, Vhagar.” 

The great dragon stood, the jostling of her body causing the two on her back to move ever closer. She shook her head with a mighty roar, almost seeming displeased at having been awoken. 

Laenyra’s heart soared as Vhagar took flight, her whoop one of pure exhilaration at flying. Aemond’s own yelled matched hers, and the three dragons flew as one against the sun. Vhagar trumpeted a bellow as she gained speed and momentum, her leathery wings propelling them towards the sea. 

He pulled for her to slow once they cleared the city and flew above the vast ocean. 

Laenyra smiled as she looked down, Vhagar’s mighty body reflected in the water below, her mass and speed creating an indent in the sea. 

“I love flying.” She whispered to herself, but the wind took them to Aemond’s ear. 

“I am always at your service.” He murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder so she might hear him better. 

“I know.” Laenyra said with a smile, her hand releasing the saddle handle in order to hold Aemond’s hand. He loved her like this, free from cast judgement of people, Laenyra was free to give the affection she desired to. “I just wish for my own dragon.”

Aemond fell silent, knowing where the conversation was going. 

“I sometimes think about finding him.” She mumbled and glanced over her shoulder, already prepared for his response. 

“You wish to go into the wild alone to find a wilder dragon, Laenyra, it is madness.” He stated. Aemond could not deny her the right to a dragon, he knew how difficult it was without one, but he would not assist her in a suicide mission. “If you would allow Vhagar and I to accompany you, then we could go now.” 

“You are too protective and Vhagar would scare him off.” She said sternly, they had had the conversation too many times to count.

“Scare him off before what? He could devour you whole?” He asked in good humour, though she remained unamused. 

“No. He will not harm me, I am certain of it. He wants to be found, I can feel it.” She insisted and turned to look at him. “I wish to fly, Aemond.”

“You can fly with me.” He said quickly. “Whenever you desire, I am yours forever.” 

Laenyra’s face fell. 

“I wish to stay with you.” She whispered. “I wish to fly with you on Vhagar, I wish for you to take me to find my dragon. I want to spend the mornings with Helaena in the garden and the days sword fighting and the evenings reading with you.” 

“Why are you talking like this?” Aemond asked cautiously and with a dreaded inference as to what was in the scroll from breakfast. 

“Can we land?” She asked softly, it was all too much. She had planned to tell him later but there could not be any lies between and Vhagar was made of good memories between them, aside from Driftmark, and she did not wish to disgrace the great dragon with tears and farewells. 

He murmured an agreement and steered Vhagar around, leading her inland with a tense silence. The quiet held until they landed on the coast of Massey’s Hook, the beach difficult to land on because of the unstable land, but Vhagar managed. 

Laenyra did not wait for the dragon to fully still before slipping off and propelling down with surprising speed. Aemond followed her of course, his breath shallow as he ordered Vhagar to remain sentry and met Laenyra under the shadow of a sentinel tree that loomed tall over the coastline.

“You wish to talk now?” His tone was soft, so as not to upset her. 

“Yes.” She said, as though convincing herself, but instead of speaking she simply pulled the scroll from her sleeve and thrust it towards him. 

Aemond regarded her for a long moment before taking the paper, slipping his hand into hers as he read it. 

A searing anger rippled through him, something akin to fire as he processed the scroll. 

“They wish for you to return.” He whispered and gave it back to her, his gaze hard and set on the horizon. He was tempted to take Laenyra and keep flying east, they could get to Essos easily before anyone realised they were gone. 

Laenyra did not answer and pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his slender waist and tucked her face in his chest. Aemond enveloped her, pulling their bodies closer together as he buried his nose in her hair, relishing in her presence. 

“Mother has not visited the capital in an age, so we will visit soon.” Laenyra finally broke the silence and with it both their hearts. 

“You are so willing to accept this?” Aemond growled into her hair, his fingers burying themselves in her dress. 

“I don’t have a choice.” She whispered, sounding like a child instead of a dragon. 

“Fuck that.” He huffed, moving to pull her chin up to meet his gaze, there was fury in his eye and Laenyra felt a thrill go through her. “You are happy here, you are happy with me. Why would she wish for you to return now?” 

Laenyra knees weakened at the possessiveness in his tone, the claiming of her as his. 

“I do not know. Maybe rumours of us have reached her, and she wishes to dispel them.” 

“Ridiculous, rumours have followed your mother all her life, she knows how to live with them.” Aemond was seized with the unfairness of it all, but Laenyra looked upon her prince and saw what she had denied herself for so long. “I will not allow it.” 

“She is my mother and heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Viserys cannot deny her anything, especially the return of her own daughter, and your mother will be glad to be rid of me, perhaps she will marry you off.” Laenyra posed it as a joke but the idea made her feel ill. 

“But it is unfair.” He growled, his hands still gripping her dress desperately. “There is so much I wish to do with you, so much I have not done because of the propriety we have been constrained by in order for you to not get sent back.” 

Laenyra thrilled at his words, did Aemond truly desire her as she desired him?

“You have held yourself back from desire?” She whispered, her tone one of intense interest and Aemond flushed as he realised what he had just divulged. 

“Surely you are not surprised.” He said it with a confidence he did not feel. 

Laenyra saw through his bravado and gave him a smile that did not cast judgement, but instead saw desire bloom within the two.

“If they wish to send me back anyway, why should I not have what I want?” She murmured, her hands sliding up to grip at the lapels of his jacket.

“What do you want, my dear Laenyra?” Aemond breathed, reaching to cup her cheek as his other hand delved into the glorious thick brown locks atop her head. 

Laenyra took a breath, daring for once to put all other ambitions aside. 

“I want you, Aemond.” She breathed and closed the gap between them. Their lips moulded together perfectly and Laenyra found herself wondering why she had waited so long to fulfil such a desire. Unfamiliar heat pooled in her belly and Laenyra blushed deeply as a quiet moan escaped her. 

Aemond chuckled, his own hands greedy as they pulled her closer. Like a man starved he consumed her, his teeth rough as he nipped at her lower lip, her gasp granting him further access. Laenyra’s grip on him tightened as he explored her mouth, touching her in a way she had only dared imagine in the darkest of night.

“Aemond.” She whimpered into the kiss, unsure as to what she asked for. 

He allowed her a reprieve from him for only a moment as he pulled away to regard her swollen lips and dishevelled appearance with a possessive gaze before his lips laid a fiery path along her collarbone.  

“I have wished to do this for years.” He practically growled the words against her throat, his hands  settling on her hips, his fingers digging in possessively. 

“Really?” Laenyra asked in surprise, her fingers delving into his ivory hair to tug him away from her neck. 

“Of course.” Aemond’s smile was incredibly endearing as he regarded her with an affection reserved only for Laenyra. “Always.” 

Her heart fluttered pitifully as she thought on all the moments they could have had together, had she not been too afraid to approach him as anything other than a friend. 

“Oh, Aemond. I’ve been such a fool.” She whispered as tears pricked in her eyes. 

“Why?” He challenged, taking her hands in his and attempting to ignore the building feeling of anxiety. 

“I’ve left it all too late. I have wasted time, we could have spent so many years together already and even approached Viserys. But now my mother calls me home and I must go.” Her eyes widened with sorrow. “They will most likely wish to arrange a marriage, to someone who I do not want and may mistreat me and I will live the life so many women fall prey too.” 

Aemond found a deep, unfamiliar sense of anger and protection brew in his heart.

“You truly believe I would allow that to happen, Laenyra?” He growled, pressing a fierce kiss to her once more. “I will burn the entire world to ruin, I will scorch the earth beneath us if it would see you safe.” 

And mine. Aemond’s thoughts were possessive but true and he looked at her with fierce adoration.

Laenyra looked into his eye and knew he was speaking the truth. It provided her too much comfort to see any concern and she claimed his lips once again. Aemond’s surprise at her eagerness was short-lived as she tugged softly at his hair, teasing a groan from him with startling skill.

He felt his breath stutter as she pulled away, his lips chasing hers and she grinned at his eagerness. 

“I love you.” She whispered like it was a secret, like Aemond did not wish to scream if from atop his dragon; that Laenyra Velaryon loved him. 

His eye softened and he was putty in her hands. 

“I love you with every part of me, Laenyra. You are an inferno and I wish to be burnt beneath you.” 

“Aemond.” She breathed in adoration and pulled him in for another kiss, the desire of it brutal and passionate and Aemond had to reach and clutch the tree behind her, for fear of falling over in his happiness. 

Laenyra’s hands were greedy and one strayed downwards to tug at the buckles of his tunic, his body gave a jolt at the realisation of her desire. 

“Not here.” He muttered hoarsely against Laenyra’s swollen lips, his resolve god-like as he managed to pull himself away. 

“Why not?” She murmured in confusion, still half-dazed. 

“Laenyra.” Aemond said her name like a prayer, a curse, a promise as he looked down at her, his fingers biting into the tree bark behind her as he fought his desires. “The things I wish to do to you are not fit for a princess’ ears.” 

She opened her mouth to protest but he silenced her with a fast, and hard, kiss. 

“Nevertheless I do believe you will soon find out what they are.” He continued with her favourite roguish grin. “And if I am worship, I intend to do so in the right setting.” 

Laenyra’s cheeks were as red as Caraxes and she nodded mutely, overcome with emotion. 

“I say we head back now, and cherish what time we have left together.” Aemond offered and she nodded once more. She almost drove him to madness, swollen lips and flushed cheeks and a look of pure longing. He chuckled and pulled her towards Vhagar. “Come, temptress, let us journey home.”

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[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 

[armaans]

baashirdayne​:

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“Of course not.” Bash looked at him as if he was growing another head and then looked back down at the papers on his desk, his fingers moving over the words. It wasn’t his desk any longer. Much of the furniture here would stay and he would not long to see it again. He was not attached the items or Sunspear herself. What held him here let him go and while the pain wasn’t fleeting he knew the pain would linger. At first he intended to go straight to Alayim but he needed to pack his things in Sunspear and with the type of man he was, he needed to be there to see everything done before he made his great departure. 

He would not be coming back here, not unless there was something required of him that he could send his brother to handle.

“My brother is a man of High Hermitage, a man of the mountains. He has no place in Starfall. His harshness doesn’t fit and I won’t have it in my halls.” Bash looked up and with a hint of uncertainty he exhaled. “My sister will be sitting in my place with the guidance of mother while I am away. In that time…mother will work on finding a wife for my brother and sister in Hermitage.” There was a change. All knew of his harsh words when his parents denied hiss dreams and set them on fire. He didn’t need to explain why. It hurt too much to think about the why. Why didn’t matter to him.

“My sister is smart. She has been here with mother while I’ve been in Sunspear and this will be her last time doing such duties. When I return from Alayim I will be going to Starfall where I will needed to do everything possible to finally marry because I am Starfall.” He was Starfall. He had to remember that, it was important to share everything with the other man, the man who knew everything about him and knew his secrets. The darkest acts of his life. And he didn’t feel strange nor did he feel that he couldn’t trust the other, if anything such an act made him realize that if everyone else in this world turned on him, Armaan would be there. Armaan knew the ugly side of Dawn, knew the foaming rage of desperate sons, witnessed it with his own eyes.

“It will be the hardest fight of my life I believe.” He looked at the other man and then looked back down over the letter for Myriam when he finished he tightly rolled the scroll and wrapped twine around the center for he wouldn’t send these words until he was on the sea if he sent them at all and for now they would be a distraction. If he continued to read them over and over then he would find himself lacking resolve, desiring to go back on his words.

Don’t hate me for what I must do. As long as you offer me the same.

It wasn’t possible for them to truly hate each other. It was anger. So much anger and pain, frustration. And it just built and built until even the greatest feeling of love felt like a curse. There was no more dancing in Starfall.

“What brings you, brother? Did you come to see me off?”

꙰

there was a wicked sense of similarity between the lord of yronwood and the lord of starfall, only they were coloured in different hues and shades that made one burn vivid red, and the other a chilling constant cold. whilst armaan was the continuous heat of the red mountains, of the flames themselves, baashir dayne remained as still and cold as the hilt of dawn itself, brought to the lands of starfall by the gods or whoever else toyed with them by dangling them like strings from the clouds above. 

the topic of alayim had been one in which the men had clashed clearly, considering the bloodroyal had refused to send any troops across the narrow sea for the sake of defending a holy city that would never consider their way of worship as correct.

the dornish were as near to heathens as the north and those cursed pirates prior to the lions and the rose burying them rather than letting them drown at sea; for what reason did the dornish have to die for such a cause?

"yes, go and risk getting yourself killed for the sake of those who would look upon you and spit at your feet." the man spoke, his voice entirely abrasive; he should have watched his tone in the way he spoke to one of his closest companions, but all who knew armaan yronwood knew that patience and understanding were matters that were far beyond his abilities. “heathen, they’ll call you. as though you are a dirty stark.”

he were a volcano, constantly simmering beneath the surface, ready to brust and erupt: and whilst the sword of the morning felt like the most chilling of all humans under their scorching sun, there had only been once where he saw the lengths it could go. the raging roam of dawn, and the daynes; islands were isolated, meaning things could easily be lost in translation, easily made up to be something they truly were not. he remembered the sight of the crimson spilling, and the sound of blood gurgling up the throat of he who he never thought would come to such an end. but what else did they expect when they had made such a weapon of a boy? 

what was left for them to be, but a weapon?

"you are starfall?" the man repeated, looking at him as though he were growing three heads, using the exact same tone baashir used almost moments ago. it would be comical, if either of the men realised they literally sounded like one another. the bloodroyal of yronwood had been incredibly tense these last few days, contemplating on matters and whispers they'd heard from across the border. the disappearance of the green brat prince. he knew not where he could be, or with who, or if he were even alive, but the thought unsettled him. essos was a vast place, where one could buy whatever they needed to become what they wanted. a devil's playground. 

"what the fuck are you on about, baashir? if you are starfall, then go to starfall. stay in dorne, rather than wasting your time in some place that means less than donkey shit to the realm. we both know nothing will happen to you."

[nethercomfies]

🌼 Someone you like 🌼

Alright, you guys convinced me, here we go with demisexual Albedo hehe 👀

Pairing: Albedo x gn! reader

Content: Demisexual Albedo, Fluff, a bit of angst (mainly related to the demisexuality) with comfort (and acceptance), love confessions, getting together; things get a little steamy towards the end (making out, grinding against each other while fully clothed, the focus being more on being close to each other rather than pleasure; Albedo being a bit inexperienced). I’ll put a divider before that, mainly for any fellow aces who just want to read a bit of comfort without steamy stuff.

Note: Sorry in advance for all the indented spaces, but with Tumblr's new formatting, this is currently the only way I can think of to have proper paragraph breaks ;; Edit: Nvm Tumblr removed them.

Word count: 2.5k

INFO: Demisexuality means that someone won’t feel sexually attracted to another person unless they’ve previously formed an emotional bond with that person. Just like asexuality in general, this is a spectrum, so some demisexuals may develop that sort of attraction very fast after a bond is formed, while for others it can take longer and only happens with very few people.

Important: This blog is meant to be a positive space, so I will just put a very general warning here that I won’t tolerate any kind of aphobia. If you have nothing nice to say, just leave, because I don’t want you here.

Anyway, this is for my fellow aspec people: You’re loved and valid, and there is nothing wrong with you. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise!

As far as Albedo is concerned, he just wasn’t created to form any romantic or sexual relationships, and that’s fine with him —  They’re too much of a hassle to keep up with anyway, so his lack of these feelings just means that he has more time to dedicate to his research. He never thought about it much more beyond that. If anyone asks, he’ll always tell them that he’s fine by himself. He doesn’t need anyone else, so he won’t waste his time on relationships.

That stance changes after meeting you. Slowly but surely you carve out your own space in his life until it becomes impossible for Albedo to deny that there is something special about you. It just seems like everything fits together perfectly —  You’re easy to talk to, give Albedo space when he needs it and listen to him, even when you don’t fully understand what he’s going on about. Somehow, that friendship between you two is so much easier than any other relationship Albedo has ever had, and so, he grows quite fond of you. Before he knows it, your friendship develops into something else, although he can’t quite put his finger on it for the longest time.

It’s clear for everyone else, long before he finally figures it out himself.

Kaeya and Lisa seem to enjoy nothing more than teasing him about his “crush”, Timaeus and Sucrose seem almost confused whenever they see Albedo without you, and even Klee seems to just see you as a part of their family by now.

All the evidence points towards one clear solution: He’s fallen in love with you.

For the first time in his life, Albedo finds himself understanding what the romance novels he reads from time to time are talking about —  The way his heart beats faster when you smile at him, the way his thoughts keep wandering to you, the way he just wants to be in your presence. It’s an unfamiliar feeling, but he doesn’t mind it in the slightest.

Another thing he knows from his romance novels is that the next logical step is to tell you about his feelings and hope you’ll reciprocate. He’s pretty sure you would. Now that he pays more attention to the signs, it’s quite clear that you seem to be just as fond of him as he is of you, so it really shouldn’t be a problem —  If it weren’t for one rather pressing obstacle: He still feels no sexual attraction to you.

He’s read about it countless times. The burning flames of passion that only grow stronger when one is near the person they’re interested in. The deep desire to feel the other in the most intimate ways. He often overhears some of the other knights talk about it, too. Some of them talk about how much they desire their partners, while others even feel that way about complete strangers.

It never made sense to Albedo, and it doesn’t make any more sense with his newfound romantic attraction to you, even though all the books make it seem like the two are closely related to each other.

Sure, he wants to be close to you… But all he desires is to just feel your hand in his or hold you in his arms. Maybe he’d like to share an innocent kiss with you every once in a while —  But that’s as far as it goes for him.

It sits at the back of his mind, driving him insane. Maybe he misread the signs and he just likes you as a friend after all —  But his heart never beats that fast when he’s around Timaeus or Sucrose, for example, and he certainly wouldn’t want to hold either of them close.

No, the way he feels about you is different, and he’s convinced what he feels really is love. So, what is he missing? And, more importantly… Would you even want to be with him if he can’t provide something that appears to be such a major part of relationships?

It doesn’t take long for you to realize that something has changed between you and Albedo. One day you were getting along great, and you finally felt like he might actually reciprocate your feelings… The next he seems to be avoiding you like the plague completely out of the blue.

You’ve already tried asking around, but came up with nothing —  From what you’ve been told so far, Albedo is acting like his usual self around everyone else, he’s not busy with any important research, and if you upset him somehow, he hasn’t mentioned it to anyone.

Normally you’d just give him a bit of space and leave it be, but with how sudden that change was, you can’t help but feel worried. So, after a week with no changes, you finally decide to try and confront him about it, hoping that you’ll be able to somehow fix whatever is wrong.

Albedo is in the process of discussing something with Timaeus when he spots you from afar. You see his eyes widening for a moment before he mumbles a quick goodbye to his student and takes off —  But you’re not going to let him get off so easily this time.

You run after him, and once you get within earshot, try to call out to him. “Albedo, wait! Can we please talk? Just for a moment?”

You see him let out a sigh, but he eventually stops in his tracks, turning around to you. You come to a halt next to him, giving him a concerned frown. “Is there something wrong? I’ve been worried about you.”

He tries to look surprised at your words, but by the look in his eyes, you can tell he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “No, not at all… Why were you worried? I’m doing quite alright.”

You cross your arms. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure out you’ve been avoiding me, you know?” A hint of regret flashes across his face, so you soften your tone a little, reaching out a hand to gently brush his arm. “If I did anything to upset you, I’m sorry. I can assure you, it wasn’t my intention. But… If you could just tell me what I did, maybe we can work this out somehow? I really wouldn’t want to lose you. Not after we’ve been getting along so well.”

Albedo quickly shakes his head. “No, no, you didn’t upset me… I’m sorry if I worried you. There were some things I had to sort out, but I now realize that avoiding you wasn’t the best solution.” He glances over at you, only to see your confused expression. With a sigh, Albedo reaches out to gently hold your hand, lightly squeezing it. “Y/n, I’ve recently been dealing with a lot of… Unfamiliar feelings. Mostly revolving around you. I should have just said something, but…” He trails off, averting his gaze.

Your eyes widen at his confession before a smile finds its way to your lips. Now you get why he was avoiding you —  For someone who never experienced these feelings before, it must have been quite confusing. “I think I understand now. Albedo… I feel that way about you as well.” You gently squeeze his hand back, hoping that knowing you feel the same way will help him relax as well. A feeling of giddiness rushes over you. This isn’t exactly how you imagined your big confession to happen, but the outcome seems to be the same, so it doesn’t matter —  You’re happy either way.

Albedo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem too thrilled. Quite the opposite, actually. Suddenly, the air feels heavy around the two of you. “I’m glad you feel that way, I really do, but…” He hesitates before taking a deep, slightly shaky breath, “I’m not sure we could really be together.”

You frown, stepping closer to lay a hand on his shoulder. “Why not? What’s wrong?” You ask, keeping your tone as gentle as possible. The last thing you want now is to scare him away.

Albedo seems reluctant, a slight blush on his face. “I do love you, but… I’m afraid I don’t feel any… Sexual attraction to you. Isn’t that important to human relationships? It seems to be important to everyone else…” His voice is barely more than a quiet mumble, but luckily you’re close enough to understand him.

You lay a hand on his cheek, softly smiling at him. “If that’s all you’re worried about, I can assure you, it’s alright.” Carefully you pull Albedo into your arms, holding him close as he melts into your embrace. “I love you, and as long as we’re together, that’s all I could ever ask for. Anything beyond that is just a bonus that I can do without,” you assure him.

You feel his arms close around you, holding you tight as Albedo’s face is buried against your chest. “Are you sure? I bet there are other people who could-”

You quickly shake your head, gently stroking his hair as you cut him off. “That doesn’t matter to me. I want to be with you, Albedo. Other people don’t interest me. So please, don’t even worry about that… Alright?”

The tension leaves Albedo’s body at your words, and you can feel him relax against you. 

“Well, if that’s the case… I’ll gladly be with you.” When he looks up at you again, you finally see the soft smile on his face you were hoping for earlier as he leans in to leave a small kiss on your cheek.

Being with you is easy. It’s natural, like things were always meant to be this way. And it’s certainly not the huge hassle Albedo always expected it to be. He’s happy with the way things are between you two, and you are as well —  You make sure to frequently remind him of that, never wanting him to feel like he’s not enough for you.

Albedo’s favorite thing is how with you, he can just be himself. He doesn’t need to always rely on himself, and he doesn’t need to lock his feelings away. (He couldn’t even if he tried —  Somehow, you can always tell how he’s feeling.) And so, for possibly the first time in his life, Albedo allows himself to feel —  Happiness, sadness, and everything in between.

You’re always there, ready to laugh with him, offer comfort when he’s sad and convince him to rest when he’s tired. To be known so thoroughly by another human being… It’s strange, but ultimately Albedo decides that he likes this bond between you.

It’s one night after Albedo returns from a longer stay up on Dragonspine when the attraction sets in. It hits him out of nowhere with such an intensity that it’s impossible to ignore.

You’re snuggled up to Albedo, your arms tightly wrapped around him and resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeat. Over and over again you lift your head and shift to cup Albedo’s cheeks before leaning in to leave small kisses all over his face. Albedo lies there with a soft smile as he keeps his eyes closed, taking note of the little pattern you’re following… A kiss on the forehead, one on his temple, on his nose, his cheek, and then… His hand grazes your skin as your lips meet his, keeping you in place to steal a few more kisses from you. He allows them to hold a bit more urgency than usual, quickly letting them grow into more than just innocent kisses.

You softly smile against his lips, your body acting on its own as you carefully press yourself against him, resting a hand against Albedo’s chest, and- You cut yourself off before you get too carried away, heat rising to your cheeks.

It’s not often that the two of you make out, and usually, Albedo puts a stop to it when it gets too much —  So you always want to make sure not to overwhelm him and that he gets a chance to say something if he doesn’t want to continue. You don’t mind it when he does, usually just opting to cuddle with him instead, and making sure he knows it’s okay.

But tonight, Albedo doesn’t stop you. He just gently runs a hand down your back, letting it rest on your hip. “Would you like to continue this?” He asks sheepishly, his thumb mindlessly tracing the sliver of exposed skin from where your shirt slightly rode up during the kissing.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know?” You remind him, gently cupping his cheek.

Albedo nods. “I know that. But right now… I’d just like to feel as close to you as I possibly can. I enjoy this, so if you want to go on, we can.”

So you shift to sit on his lap, your legs spread on either side of his hips, and as you lean in to kiss him once again, you can feel a slight hardness pressing against you. You give an experimental roll of your hips against his, hearing how Albedo lets out a shaky breath in response.

“Any time you want to stop, just tell me.” You whisper, peppering kisses across his face.

Albedo just nods, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he buries his face against your neck, leaving small kisses all over your skin. He responds to the rolling of your hips by pressing himself up against you as well, and soon enough you can feel the hardness growing against you. His arms slip down towards your waist and he slips them under your shirt, just letting his hands rest on your hips, feeling the warmth of your skin.

You hold him in your arms as well, pressing kisses wherever you can reach while letting out small whimpers against his skin, mixed in with Albedo’s quiet moans.

You keep grinding against each other like that until you eventually fall apart in each other’s arms whilst breathlessly declaring your love for each other.

Albedo holds you in his arms, tracing small patterns on your back as he catches his breath. Your head is resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeat once again while one of your hands is still tangled in his hair, gently caressing it.

“I really enjoyed that,” Albedo admits after a while, gently kissing the top of your head.

You hum in agreement, softly smiling. “Yeah. I’m glad you liked it as well.”

Albedo nods, hugging you tightly. “You know, I think… If it’s always like this… If we can always be that close to each other… I feel like we can do this more often.”

You prop your chin on one of your arms, using the other to cup Albedo’s cheek. “As long as you’re comfortable, I’d like that a lot. Just remember, you don’t need to rush into anything. If we do this, I want to make sure it’s enjoyable for both of us.”

“I’m sure it will be,” Albedo says, pulling you into a tight embrace once again.