#was the water filling up for years or did i wreck it all in a day!!!!.

[sallytwo]

it was an expensive mistake.

[collareddoves]

it has been a the ballad of the costa concordia day if anyone cares btw! god won’t forgive me and you won’t forgive me not unless i open up my heart and how am i supposed to do that when i go to the same room every night and sleep in the same bed every night? the same fucking bed with the red comforter with the white stripes and the yellow ceiling light that makes me feel like i’m dying. this sea is too familiar. how many night have i drowned here? how many times have i drowned? or whatever will toledo said.

[stvolanis]

Now i know you better

PAIRINGS: Alastor x Fem!Sinner!Reader

WARNINGS: ANGSTTTT, mean!Alastor, cheating w/ Lucifer, probably inaccurate time line idk, foul language,this is honestly kind of poorly written I’m sorry, manipulation, abuse, Alastor owns Readers soul, toxic relationship, possessive!Alastor, pet names, brief mention of suicide

NSFW WARNINGS: dubcon, slapping, hair pulling, choking, forced cream-pie, degradation, dacryphilia, p in v sex, knotting, humiliation, blood if you squint

SORRY IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!!

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It wasn’t your fault that your grave was dug the moment you stepped foot into the fiery pits of hell.

It wasn’t your fault that it was dug by Mimzy when she introduced you to her dear friend, the Radio Demon who, oh so casually, casted peoples screams for hell to hear.

Mimzy, known to drag people into her messes when shit hits the fan, had deeply embedded you into an on-going war with one of the various overlords, simply by seeking a place to lay low for a few days. You didn’t expect Alastor to show up, that damned smile engraved onto his face.

And it most definitely wasn’t your fault that you laid in said grave.

He was charming, and charismatic. A lethal combination when a sense of confidence and dad-humor was thrown into the mix. The way you met wasn’t the most ideal, especially when he basically bombarded through you, inviting himself into your wrecked home to find Mimzy himself without a word.

His smile, then, seemed aggravated. He did little to hide the annoyance she had somehow caused him, and the way his voice grew in static when he spoke showed that. He was scary when you had watched his figure enlarge, his once normal, slim body now turning into a tall, beastly, and lanky figure with protruding antlers and dilated pupils.

Dread set into your core that day when he directed his wrath towards you. His tall frame stalking over you, a hand quickly shot to your throat. Your back hit against the wall as you were lifted from the ground, gasping for breaths of any air you could possibly get.

His breath was drug out and uneven as his chest moved up and down at a surprisingly slow pace. Even though he seemed to be filled of fury and unease—he had a sense of control over his calmness to an extent. Eerily, he had glided his mouth along your neck, inhaling your scent.

A harsh groan, almost as if he were in pain had slipped past his lips. It rumbled deep in his chest, and your eyes watered as your vision began to fade. Only then, did he release you and let your body fall to the floor. You held your throat gently as you finally got what you were begging for.

“Maybe you’ll listen, since sweet Mimzy won’t.” He began, his voice deep and contorted with static and brute. “You will fix the mess she created, and restore what was mine to begin with. Your soul will be mine until you have fulfilled your duty as said.” He finished.

Your mouth gaped. He had presented it to you like you had a choice in the devastating matter, but you knew better. You sobbed as your curled into a ball, and watched as he raised a hand towards your frame that wracked with sobs. “Hush now, girl. You will be under my care so long as I’ll have you.” He ushered with a grimace as he watched you wipe your nose with your wrist.

You longed to object. To scream and yell out that never in a million and one light years would you ever agree to such a thing. Your freedom was yours alone, and you liked to keep it that way. He’d have to drag you through hell and back for you to allow that to happen, yet as you took his sharp hand into yours, it was all said and done.

A bright light consumed you, and just for a moment, you thought maybe it was the light shower everyone talked about up in heaven. The bright beacon of a light so blinding that cleansed you of all your wrong-doings, took away all your pain and replaced the emptiness with a euphoric feeling of content.

Warmth spread throughout your body, and that moment of hope ended when you felt thick, heavy metal of chains cling around your throat and wrists. Alastors smile haunted you. It crept up on you in your dreams, and ate away at the only good things you had left to hold onto.

The life you once cherished, even in hell, soon faded away till it was nothing but a faint distant memory of someone you once knew that was yourself. It was replaced by an evil demon, in the form of a gentleman who disguised plots and alterier motives with wide smiles and laughs.

but again, you knew better.

The person you once were was stripped from you, and you were bare before him to bend and mold how he saw fit. And so, he did. You became his his underboss of sorts, a quiet and submissive being who did as told. They always said behind every powerful man, there was a woman. And it was you. Everyone got the good side of Alastor, yet it was you he took his frustrations out on when the day was said and done.

It was you who endured his aggressiveness when everyone was fast asleep in their bedrooms, dreaming of a better life you knew you’d never receive.

You were his lap dog, and his favorite toy to play with whenever and however he wanted to. It was unofficial, and confusing to others, but you somehow managed to find yourself in some sort of situationship with Alastor. You were his. body, mind, and soul.

You tried your best to please Alastor, constantly seeking his approval that he so generously bestowed upon others. You chased your tail around, and ran in laps, jumping through hoops just to earn a small nod in approval for him.

He wasn’t always bad. He cared for you, in his own fucked up way. He cared in way that he would never let something bad happen to you, and would protect you at all costs. You were his delicate little flower, how could he ever allow anyone who isn’t him to inflict any kind of harm onto you? He’s a bitch, but to an extent.

He loved you, yes, but only when he was in the mood to love you. When he loved you, he’d hold you close to him when you were perched on his lap in the hotel lounge. He’d whisper sweet nothings to you as he kissed along your neck, making giggles vibrate through your chest. He’d run his fingers through your hair till you fell asleep against him at night after a particularly hard day.

And on days when he knew he went to far, his classic water works he only had in store for you would come into play. He couldn’t bare his favorite toy hating him. He didn’t know how to deal with the colder shoulder and short-answer responses from you. It aggravated him that only you could get under his skin without doing much, so when you were heavily upset, only then would he drop down to his knees and kiss the inside of your thighs lovingly.

Tears would align his eyes, but his smile never once wavering, and beg for your forgiveness. He’d tell you how much he loved you as he rubbed your sensitive bud, and wash away your worries with so many orgasms, you forgot why you were mad at him in the first place.

Yes, he owned your soul and tended to be abusive, but he wasn’t heartless.

He’d tell you he’s sorry, and that he’d never hurt you again. It’s always a lie, and each time you allowed yourself to stupidly believe it.

But the truth was, you didn’t know what else to do. You hated to admit it, but you were nothing without him. You spent so long shaping yourself into the person he wanted and needed you to be, that you forgot how to be yourself. You forgot what your previous hobbies were, or what else made you happy besides him. Your world revolves around him, and without him, it felt like your world was coming to an exaggerated end.

So, you put up with it. Each and every time.

It wasn’t till today, the day of Charlie’s fathers arrival to the grand hotel Alastor managed to put together and run, that you’d ever seen him so genuinely with any sort of nerves.

The moment Lucifer walked in, in all his glory, Alastors personality took a flip. He went toe to toe with the ruler of Hell himself, all because he was afraid of someone who he knew had more power than him. But Alastor wasn’t a weak man, not at all, and that’s why he made it his mission to piss off Lucifer as much as he could.

You’d never seen him this way before. With you? Yes, but with other people? Never. He was cunning and every word he spat at Lucifer dripped with malice and confidence. Alastor knew he couldn’t beat him with power, so he hit him where he knew it would hurt. His family. Specifically, the only one he had left.

What Alastor didn’t expect, was for Lucifer to become completely and utterly smitten with you. From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s been all smiles and giggles with you.

He listened when you talked, even the little small words or sentences no one cared to listen to. His lips against the top part of your hand when you first met was the only thing that circled your mind for days. His lips were plush and warm, soft and tender. It was a contrast to the kisses Alastor left you of pity and forgiveness.

He was sweet, and undeniably handsome. He made you feel ways you’d never felt before. He made you feel like you had a choice. A voice that wouldn’t be spoken over and genuinely listened to. He was charismatic, in a way like Alastor, but it was real. His smiles were real, as were the sweet nothings he said to you.

For weeks, you snuck around with Lucifer. At night, when Alastor was fast asleep, you’d sneak out from under his watchful arm and find your way to Lucifers room. His arms were more welcoming, and warm. His kisses sweeter than honey and his love as gold and bright as they come.

His voice was soft, and vibrant as he hummed against your ear. The fingers that raked through your hair were gentle and soothing, calmed you to your slumbers that comforted you through the night. His smell was intoxicating; cider and musk, like an orchid full of ripe apples. The two rosey spots on his cheek shined in hue when you’d enter the room.

I didn’t take long for Alastor to notice. He want a dumb and oblivious man. He was a ruthless overlord who couldn’t afford to look past the little things. He noticed the stares that the two of you sent when in a room full of people. The lingering touches no one else noticed when you brushed passed each other.

And most of all, they way you’d slip from his grasp in the dark of the night like he was stupid.

He knew, of course. He knew the whole time. And he let you let yourself believe that there was any other choice besides him. He allowed you, from the goodness of his heart, to feel a speck of the freedom you longed for. He let you grasp it and cradle it with all your might, just to draw you back in by the chains that shackled you to him for eternity.

He liked knowing that he controlled you. It fueled the god complex he had, knowing that no matter what you tried to do, you’d always be his. His to love, his to fuck, his to torment.

He mocked you for it, too. Rubbing it in your face that you were chained to him for as long as you’d live in hell. Suicide crossed your mind a few times, the only way you saw yourself out of it—yet, you knew that no matter what life you had next, you’d still always belong to him in some way, shape, or form.

You should’ve known better. Should’ve known that you could never be happy. Should’ve known that Alastor knew the whole time. Yet you were naive enough to think you were smart enough to go behind his back with a person he detested the most. The one person who could easily kill him with a blink of an eye.

Alastor would never say it out loud, because he knew deep down that he would never win against Lucifer. So, he did what he does best, and he took it out on you.

Tonight wasn’t supposed to be any different from any of the other nights you left Alastors bedroom.

You lay in another man’s arms, his chest rising and falling beneath you as soft breaths slipped past his pale lips. Lucifer looked especially beautiful like this. His white skin glistening in the dull lighting of the room, and his streaky blonde hair ran through messily against the plush pillow.

You wished you could stay in this very moment forever. You’d rather spend an eternity admiring Lucifer for all his greatness, than suffering in Alastors darkness miserably.

You never told Lucifer about the way Alastor treated you behind closed doors. You knew that if you did, Alastor would be dead without a second thought. It crossed your mind a few times, obviously. How could it not? It was your only way out. The only thing that stopped you was the fact that Alastor wasn’t always like this.

He wasn’t always a bad person towards you. In the beginning, he tried to make you as comfortable as possible. He made you happy, and lively. His presence didn’t make you want to cower away in a corner, and his stare made you flush red, as bright as the color of his hair.

After all he’s put you through, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt shoot through you each time you looked back at Alastor asleep in your shared bed. He never cheated on you. The one of many things he’s never done, yet here you were, every so happily cheating on him. You felt like a two-timing snake, and you knew if he found out that he’d feel betrayed.

With that thought, you slipped from under Lucifer’s heavy arm, watching with soft eyes as he muttered under his breath at the loss of your warmth against him. You kissed his cheek and whispered a goodbye as you exited his room, softly shutting the door behind you. Your finger glided along the walls of the hallway, all the way till you found yourself outside of Alastors room.

You inhaled deeply, reaching for the doorknob, twisting it ever so slowly. Your entered the dark abyss of the room, shutting the door softly behind you with a wince as it creaked lightly. Damned this old ass building.

What you didn’t expect, was for Alastor to press against you from behind.

His breathing was uneven, and sharp as his chest still moved up and down slowly. You froze. You felt your dead heart stop as if you were alive. It seemed like oxygen didn’t exist anymore as you gaped, jaw slightly fallen slack as your eyes lined with tears. Your body shook as his hand traveled to the bed of your throat, craning your neck back to meet his eyes painfully.

“A-Alastor—” you gaped. He clicked his tongue. “Hm, silly girl. You really thought I was unaware of your whore-ish activities?” He chuckled out, his breath warm against the shell of your ear. “Wait, please—” you began, but you didn’t get a chance to think of what to say next as he slammed your back onto the bed.

You tried desperately to crawl away from him, but within a second, chains tied you down to the bed frame. You wracked with sobs and please of despair. He stood silently for a moment, watching the way you crumbled so easily without him even having to really do anything.

“How dare you.” He hissed out after a moment. Climbing on top of your tense frame, he pinched your cheeks together and watched as tears ran down your cheeks pathetically. “I give you everything you could possibly need. I make sure you’re alive with a roof over your head and out of the clutches of hells streets, and this is how you repay me? By sleeping around with men?” He growled through his sharp teeth.

His smile was formed still, but more into a scowl of displeasure. His antlers were grown and prominent as he began to shift to his demon form that you hadn’t seen since the first time youd met him that fateful day. He was like a rabid animal, drool slipping through the cracks of his jagged teeth as his body became large and monstrous.

This was it. This how your soul would finally be put to rest. By the claws and bared teeth of a monster with the facade of a charming, hotel manager. Not the way you’d want to go out, but hey, at least your were gonna get out of it, right?

Or so you thought.

His claws, sharp as knives tore through your shirt, ripping it off of your figure and discarded onto the floor. Your white lace bra on display in front of him. Your pajama pants adorned with cheesy pandas torn to shreds alongside your favorite sleeping shirt. But all you could think about was the abnormally large bulge hard and prominent against your inner thigh.

God, you hated yourself. You danced along the line of lust, fear, and hatred. Hatred for him, mostly. You hated that you loved Lucifer—yet your body yearned to be used and played with at the hands of Alastor.

The sweet sex, praises and butterfly kisses Lucifer showered you was amazing, but this—this was different. The way Alastor fucked you was different. Yes, he was rough and fucked hard—but this was his way of showing you that he loved you. It was peculiar, to say the least. A man so easily able to use his words to fluster anyone couldn’t look you in the eye to tell you that he loved you.

So he fucked you like he hated you. But you knew what he meant.

His finger hooked under the middle of your bra, effectively slicing upwards to cut it in half. Your breasts sprang free, and your nipples hardened under the tense, cold air. You squirmed as his breath fanned against them, his long tongue shooting out to lick against them tenderly.

He played tricks on you. It was his favorite game. Giving you false hope. Dangling things he knew you longed for in front of you, only to yank it right back. Killing every last good thing you had left till you had absolutely nothing but him.

So you should’ve known better than to trust his soft tongue kitten licking your nipple. His sharp teeth bit down—hard enough to draw specks of blood around it. You yelped out in pain as your eyes lined with fresh tears waiting to be spilled over. The pain was dreadful, but god, did it feel good.

Alastors thumb trailed to lower, tracing down to your stomach till he reached your cotton panties, dampened with your arousal. “What a slut. Getting off on this. You should be ashamed of yourself, darling.” He mocked out with a cunning smile. He didn’t think twice before ripping your panties off.

He fumbled for second with his pants, unzipping them before letting them reach low enough just to pull his cock out. “Now, I’m gonna fuck this cunt till I’ve had enough, and after that, you’re going to go into the small-dicked-duck fanatics room with my cum dripping down your thighs and tell him just how good I fucked you.” He growled out, his hand finding it’s way back to your throat, squeezing tightly as he lined himself to your entrance.

“Alastor, please just listen—i” his cock bullied is way into you. Long, and thick. 9 inches of pure, heavy meat sat snugly inside of you, playing with your insides. He was perfectly trimmed, and his balls heavy balls slapped against the underside of your pussy with each agonizingly perfect thrust he delivered into you.

“Oh, oh fuck!” You moaned out, head thrown back as your hand clenched onto the chains that bound you to your bed post. “Tight little pussy. Tell me, does he fuck you like this, baby?” He panted out as he watched the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He always thought you were the prettiest like this. Underneath him, writhing in pleasure, cock drunk and hungry for him. The only time you didn’t resent him. The only time you wanted him. He cherished this, not that he would ever say it out loud.

“I asked you a fucking question.” He said, slapping the side of your face harshly, leaving a painful sting behind. You whimpered at the familiar impact. “No, Alastor!” You all but screamed out as his cock kissed your cervix.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly, and the smell of hot sex was in the air. A distinctive, vile smell. Your body was lined with sweat, as was his, and your breasts bounced each time his hips met flush against your ass. All you could think about was him.

He consumed your thoughts, plaguing your mind. You couldn’t escape him. And as of right now, you weren’t sure you even really wanted to all along.

Some sick part of you enjoyed this relationship you were in. The part that liked to be put in your place, and told what to do in return for praises of affirmations. A relationship that never got boring, and always kept you on your toes no matter what. Traumatic? Definitely. Toxic? 100%. But, this is what you had to endure. The least you could to was learn to like and deal with it.

You clenched down tightly onto him as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly, his dick hitting every right spot, including the little nerve of your g-spot inside of you. The angle he had your hips positioned in hit it better, and he could tell you were close when your cunt began to pulse around him.

“Please, please, I’m gonna cum!” You babbled on and on, drunk on the feeling of him inside of you. He chuckled as he pulled your head up by the root of your hair, just enough to have your lips crashing down onto his. “Fucked you stupid, honey, i know.” He cooed out against your lips.

He tasted bitter. Like whiskey and old cigars, mixed with a strange tea refreshment. It was an odd combination, but one that suited him indefinitely. His tongue swirled and glided against yours as they fought for dominance in a sloppy, and surprisingly passionate kiss. One that said what he didn’t have to out loud. ‘You’re mine’. He won the fight for dominance, and he sloppily suckled your tongue into his mouth.

The kiss was nasty, sloppy with saliva dripping down your chin and a few cuts on your lip from his sharp teeth clashing against them, but it was the least of your concerns as he rested his forehead against yours, nearing his end.

“I’m gonna fill this pussy up. Nice and full so everyone will know in dues time just who the fuck you belong to.” He growled out through clenched teeth. You shook your head back and forth, your eyes widening with fear. “No, don’t! Please don’t!” You begged, on and on, but to no avail.

His thrusts became harsher, and more demanding. Chasing his high aimlessly as you begged and moaned out his name underneath him. It was then that you felt it. His cock balls deep when you felt it began to swell up inside of you.

You gasped in shock as you were stretched painfully to your limit, the bulge in your lower stomach large and prominent as he pressed against it, triggering your orgasm. Your juices flushed out of you and all over his lower abdomen, and he groaned at the sight. You clenched down onto him impossibly tighter and he felt like he was gonna lose his mind.

“Pull out. Please pull out.” You desperately tried to reason with him, but he didn’t care as he sat snug inside of you, his knot finally emptying inside of you. It was warm, and you could feel it drip down your ass when his cock finally fell flaccid and limp, slowly pulling out of you.

“Maybe now, you’ll learn your lesson. You must be a fool to think that anyone could ever love you like i do.” He said, shaking his head. He bit his lip with a satisfied smile as he watched his mounds of cum pour out of you. “Milked my cock so well.” Was the only praise that slipped past his lips the rest of the night.

He didn’t allow you to clean yourself, only letting you thrown on a pair of panties from the drawer in his bedroom. Your inner thighs were slick and sticky with his warm, salty cum. “Run along now, dear. Come back when you’re finished.” He said in a singing tone, knowingly.

A flame rose in your core of embarrassment as you waddled out of the room, the uncomfortable feeling between your thighs growing by the second. It was humiliating, doing the walk of shame down the hallway, all the way to your now past lovers room.

A soft knock was laid on his door, and after a silent, dreaded minute of standing there, his door fell open. There you stood, in nothing but panties. Bite marks around your nipples and your neck prominent with a lingering bruise from the grip he held on your neck. His eyes trailed down to the cum slick between your plush thighs.

His eyes widened.

“The fuck happened to you?”

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[beneathashadytree]

HUNGOVER - VINSMOKE SANJI X READER

Warnings : Sanji’s self-image issues, hangover, passing out, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <33

Additional notes : This is part 2 to a fic I posted 2 years ago (crazy, I know) called Intoxicated, so I recommend reading that first! Inspiration suddenly hit me ig🙏🏽 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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It was at times like these that Sanji cursed his entire being—most especially his body, for having gotten so used to waking up at a set time every day. Because here he was, with a pounding headache that threatened to split his head in half and squash his brain into a mush, and yet he was still unable to sleep in for more than 4 hours.

Delaying the inevitable, he tried his best to keep his eyes shut, even if just for a little while. Dread filled him at the thought that opening them would send lancinating pain shooting through his eyes and the back of his head, and that was an issue he did not want to deal with now.

Especially not after colossally mortifying himself like that last night. Actually, he’d much rather forget it all together. Maybe completely wipe the memory from his head.

Much of the second half of the night was a booze-induced haze, flashing images swirling behind his eyes like they’re floating in water, and he couldn’t bring himself to try and remember the rest of it. After all, why would he want to think about how he embarrassed himself in front of the one person he yearned for more than life itself?

Baring his heart like only an idiot would, skinning himself alive and prostrating himself in front of them without a single ounce of the dignity he’d tried so hard to preserve for ages… he truly was a lost cause.

“Putain,” Sanji swore under his breath, even his raspy voice sounding grating to his ears, and he buried his head further into—

—his jacket?

All inhibitions instantly cast aside, his head shot up from where it was, and he was hit with the surging pain of an unbearable crick in his neck. Eyes flying open and completely ignoring the sting of the light, it was only then that he realized that he hadn’t, in fact, stumbled his drunken way back to bed after his whole blurted confession and tumbled face first into dreamland.

No. In reality, he’d actually just slept an uncomfortable few hours on the kitchen table, his head just barely hanging on after being supported only by his crumpled jacket.

Shit. The kitchen.

It was at that moment he came to the sudden realization that the thrumming headache wasn’t only caused by him waking up, but also from the loud banging of another person in his kitchen pulling out his precious pots and pans.

It must be well past morning. Everyone was probably ridiculously hungry by now.

It took all he had for him to stop himself from snapping at whoever it was that decided to step up (and also make a wreck out of his sacred space and possessions) for only that reason. In his desire to drown himself in his sorrowful miseries, he’d completely neglected his duty as a chef. If not to sustain his crewmates and friends, what use was he outside of battle?

Nothing, he thought to himself, blearily blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he began to turn around with a sigh, not looking forward to the confrontation that was to come, nothing at all—

“There you are, darling,” came a soft voice from behind him, barely above a whisper. A blooming warmth rushed to his cheeks, and he almost toppled out of the chair as he recognized just who it was that was saying those saccharine words.

It couldn’t be. There was no way he he’d be so blessed by the angels first thing in the morning.

And yet. And yet.

Here they were, in all their fresh-faced, tender-hearted glory, leaning down to gently stroke his cheek with a deft thumb. If Sanji let slip a broken whimper of half-relief, half-agony, they made no comment on it. “You’re hungover, then?”

With his mouth feeling like it was filled with cotton wool, no words could come out, and he instead just nodded his head weakly. Thankfully, that too they let slide. “I got Chopper to help out with that.” They pushed a cup with an odd liquid and two pills towards him. “Should help.”

For a couple of seconds as Sanji downed them and sent a silent prayer to whoever decided to let Chopper have the lack of common sense to join their crew, they turned around, probably on their way back to the stove that now sizzled and emitted the lovely smell of caramelized onions and garlic—and if his nose wasn’t betraying him, simmering in some balsamic vinegar and soy sauce—that he had memorized long ago. But after a moments’ hesitation, they walked up to him once again, sliding his jacket out from underneath him and carefully folding it.

“You should go to your quarters and get a proper sleep in. I’ve got it from here.” With that sweet smile of theirs that threatened to send his heart into overdrive, they began to usher him out. “When you’re up again, I’ll reheat your food for you. You don’t look so ready to eat now.”

If he was looking as green as he felt, he couldn’t blame them one bit for calling it out as it is. Clearing his throat once then twice, he tried to speak again, voice awfully raspy (even more than after he’d had a smoke). “You… you cooked?”

They hummed in affirmation, now with their back turned to him as they began to crack eggs into a pan. “Not done yet, but yeah. You’ve only slept a couple of hours, so I figured it would be better if I managed to get us through breakfast in your place. Won’t be as good as yours, but I hope you can trust me to try.”

As they waved off to their left, he saw how they’d propped up his notebook against the pepper shaker. And maybe this was just him feeling extra sensitive and still a little in a haze, but something stirred in his chest at the thought of them carefully following every step in his recipes and diligently trying to emulate his cooking.

“Mon ange, you shouldn’t have…” His voice was still a little rough yet trembling with the emotions he couldn’t even try to hide; emotions that were bigger than his own feeble heart could take. His fists curled at his sides, eyebrows furrowed as he watched them elegantly handle the kitchenware like they were their own. This was too much for him. “I can handle my own hangover. It’s… it’s not your responsibility to do my own job.”

With a sigh, they turned down the stove and looked back at him with an exasperated yet incredibly fond look in their eyes. “You silly man, no one’s forcing me to do this.” At the affectionate lilt of their voice, Sanji’s mouth went dry, and he tried to swallow (with much difficulty) past the lump in his throat.

What could he have possibly done to deserve this? He can’t have earned this much goodness. There simply was no way.

“You don’t have to earn my love, Sanji.” Fuck. Had he really said that out loud? Their soft-spoken words and the sympathetic look in their eyes told him that yes, he had. He hadn’t intended to make himself sound so pathetic, and yet here he was, accepting the way they brushed his curly eyebrow with slivers of shame curling inside his chest. “I’ve already told you, my love is yours to keep,” they softly said.

“Your… pardon, quoi?” His heart came to a stuttering stop, all his movements halted and his eyes blown wide open almost comically as the words they said finally hit him.

One look at how utterly confused and shocked he looked, and realization seemed to dawn on their face. “I guess it would be too ambitious of me to expect you to remember much of last night,” they huffed out a laugh, before taking to the chopping board and beginning to chop up some fresh vegetables as they slowly spoke, as though hoping to break it gently. “You weren’t the only one who had an indirect confession in store.”

Digging the palms of his hands into his closed eyes, Sanji threw back his head and groaned as the memories came back to him bit by bit, achingly slowly and then all at once. “Merde,” he hissed out, the throbbing in his head doubling with every image that replayed in his head. “I can’t believe…” It was almost like he’d set a personal challenge for how much a person could embarrass themself within less than 12 hours.

What other explanation was there for him just completely forgetting that the one person who’d burrowed into the depths of his heart had somehow expressed that they felt the same for him? How else could he explain not remembering that they’d said that they wanted to be with him, in some miraculous way that he still couldn’t quite believe was real?

The chop-chop-chop of the knife stilled, and they set it down with a chuckle that sent tingles down his spine and his heart into near cardiac arrest. Lovely, lovely, lovely. His hangover seemed to have a weak spot for their laughter too, because why else would his headache somehow chip away just at the sound?

They were quick to soothe him with their words, their hands reaching up to tug his arms back to his sides. “It’s fine, I promise. You’re just a bit disoriented now.” Looking into such a fond gaze didn’t help the heat rushing to his cheeks, and he found himself being reminded of just how desperately in love he was; so much that he could swear it burned him alive. “I mean it though,” they earnestly mumbled, tenderly cupping his face, “and I’ll wait till you’re well-rested. Then we’ll talk.”

“Alright,” he managed to whisper out between breaths, “But—“

“Go.” They gave him a gentle push, before turning around to stir something in a small pot and add some spices that made the smell even more tantalizing. “If you don’t want breakfast to be a disaster, that is. Wouldn’t want to send my boyfriend’s kitchen up in flames.”

That’s it. A sharp pang in the deepest crevices of his chest and he was gone, his head floating with dizziness and his vision swimming. Sanji was long dead and on his way to whichever heaven would accept him; a heaven where he was somehow inexplicably loved and wanted; a heaven where he’d hear those words from their lips and know that they were indeed—thanks to some ridiculously generous higher power that blessed him beyond his wildest dreams—referring to him.

The last thing he felt were his limbs failing to keep supporting him, and a lightheadedness that overtook him so suddenly, crumpling to the ground in a helpless heap.

I think I’m gonna die a lucky man, he dazedly thought to himself, before finally succumbing to a blissful unconsciousness against the cold kitchen floor.

“Sanji!”

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We'll Meet Again

Ford Pines x Fem! Reader

Summary: Just a lot of mushy gushy stuff

Word Count 1.5 k

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5

Part 3

It was the middle of your game. You had just bet 600 trunkels on red when suddenly you started feeling light headed. If you were about to faint right now you’d never forgive yourself.

“Feeling okay, bold one?” the dealer hissed in its native language.

“Keep rolling,” you snapped back, trying to bury the dizzy feeling deep within you. You’d been doing good in this dimension and somehow had become a bit of a pseudo-millionaire, but nothing filled the gnawing void in your heart, so many times you’d end up betting more and more outrageous wagers just to try and feel something from losing it all. But you never lost it all. Something about this damn dimension meant your luck was infallible. 

It only irritated you more.

Your knees buckled and you nearly collapsed onto the ground before you grabbed the edge of the counter and swore under your breath. Something was happening to you, why was your body just giving out like this? You could see the dealer saying something to you but it felt like all you could hear was the grating buzz of static. You saw it reach out a tentacle for you but all you could do was go limp.

You watched the world around you rise, but you never hit the floor. You melted right through it all. You kept seeing it shrink into oblivion until it was just a small pinprick of light in the darkness. 

In the past whenever you had switched dimensions you were in control. And it wasn’t this unpleasant a process. Had you accidentally touched a button on your portal ray? Had you somehow triggered this jump? You couldn’t theorize for too long until you felt your body go through another nauseating flux. Ragdolling through space you were flung back until you unexpectedly slammed your back against a hard surface, concussing your head in the process of it all. 

For a second everything was a bright white light and through gritted teeth you forced your eyes open, trying to shield them with your hands so you could assess where the hell you were. Head splitting from pain, the room was a wreck. But you’d recognize it anywhere. 

“Oh my god who is that?!” a young voice shouted nearby.

“Holy sh-” was all you could hear in response before your eyes rolled back in pain and your subconscious took over. 

You dreamed the same scene you often did. Over the 30 years, if you’d been keeping track correctly, you still had it at least once a month or so. It was you sitting on the dock of the lake. The lake in Gravity Falls. The pine filled wonderland in the pacific northwest. It was in a perpetual sunset, the sky a faint mix of orange and pink smears. You could always hear someone walking up the dock behind you, but you never were able to see who it was. Except this time. You looked over your shoulder and saw Ford. The version you’d met in college. The young, awkward, nerdy, unsure version of him. Hell he looked as confused as you felt. 

“What am I doing here?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” you responded, looking back at the water. He continued, and took a seat beside you.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I think so?” You answered back, not knowing, “this is farther than I usually get in these dreams,”. 

“Hm,” he hummed, accepting it. 

“Do you recognize me?” you asked. You felt his eyes on you.

“I’ll always recognize you dear,”.

Your eyes lurched open. Fuck that was weird. You were in your room. Your room back in the cabin. A wave of nausea swept over you again at recognizing the room. 30 fucking years hurtling through endless dimensions. It felt naive to trust your eyes. With a grunt, you pushed onto your elbows to look around. It seemed to be mid-day outside. Someone had thrown a blanket on you and left a glass of water on the floor. Still wary, you took a sip. It didn’t kill you.

There was a squeal from the doorway and your head snapped in that direction. There was a girl in a pink sweater giddily jumping and covering her mouth, but continuing to squeal.

“You’re awake!” she shouted, “Gruncle Stan! She’s awake!”. You rubbed your temples as you tried to formulate words.

“Wh-Who are you?” you mumbled out. Suddenly she was right beside the bed staring up at you with the biggest eyes you’d ever seen.

“I’m Mabel Pines! I’m your niece!” she said happily before scrunching her face to think, “I think…”

Niece? Before you could question it any further, there was someone in the doorway. He was in a disheveled suit with a red fez precariously perched on his head. When the two of you locked eyes the air seemed to freeze. 

“Stanley?” you croaked out. It was Ford, but it wasn’t all at the same time. Was this his estranged twin brother?

“Oh come on, did everyone know that except for Dipper and I?” Mabel whined as Stan laughed and turned her out of the room.

“There’s a lot of things you and Dipper don’t know, kid. Now give us some space,” he said, as she sighed and walked out of the room. Stan awkwardly shifted in place besides you and finally coughed to break the silence.

“How’re you doing?” he asked, “the portal shot you out across the room like a damn cannon,”. You rubbed the back of your head. Just a headache, but nothing worse it seemed.

“Just sore I think. I’m still not sure what all happened honestly,” you said. 

“Yeah that’s for sure. You were out for almost a whole day. Really got Ford riled up like you wouldn’t believe,” Stan said with a small smile to himself.

“Ford’s here?” you whispered, not being able to believe what he’d just told you. 

“Unfortunately. Didn’t even thank me or nothing for bringing him back. And hell- bringing his wife back too for fucks sake,” he swore. You tried to move out of the bed but your ribs and back protested. You weren’t as young as you used to be and that was becoming painfully obvious.

“Where’s Ford? I need to see Ford,” you mumbled as you pushed yourself out of the bed. Stan tried to help you, but also didn’t want to offend you by offering help. 

“Slow down y’animal. He’s in the kitchen,” he said, “I can get him-”

“No, I need to see him now,” you grunted as you inhaled sharply and stood up a little straighter.

Keeping a hand on the wall you walked through the house you and he had built. It was the same, but also time had done its work on the walls and carpets. You could hear someone gently clanging around pans in the kitchen. Anxiety crept into your head. It’d been 30 years since you’d gotten zapped into the hellish dimension-scape. You knew Ford had been there too. Being humans, you both stuck out like sore thumbs, but most frustratingly you never ran into each other. Statistically, it made sense. Across millions of unique dimensions and planets, it was unlikely. You hated statistics. 

You heard a gentle swear around the corner and the clatter of a spatula. It was Ford. 30 years across endless dimensions and planes of existence and you couldn’t turn the damn corner to see him. Your husband. It was stupid to tear up over it but you could feel the pricks at the corner of your eyes. You took a sharp inhale and turned.

“Ford I-” you began, but didn’t get the chance to finish before he pulled you into an embrace. 

Both of you were crying now at least. He continued to apologize under his breath as he ran his hand along the back of your head. You just pressed further into his red sweater trying to save every second in case you woke up and it was all a dream. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re here now,” you hiccuped through the tears as you looked up at him. His once brown hair had turned silver over the years and his face had evidence of all the years and adventures he’d gone through. 

“I never thought I’d see you again,” he said, cupping your face and looking into your eyes.

“You’d like that,” you tried to joke but you only broke down crying again as you wrapped your arms around him again. You could feel his chest as he gently laughed.

“I like the tattoo,” he chuckled into your hair. 

You felt your face go red. In an alcohol-addled stupor you’d been convinced to get a small face tattoo under your eye. It was a small black broken heart, that you really had always meant to get lasered off. “Hey I have some too now,” he added with a small kiss on your forehead.

“My scientist? Tattoos? Never!” you smiled as you quickly kissed him on the lips. 

This was it. This was all you hoped for over the past 30 years.

The two of you stood side by side as Ford remembered his cooking. He kept his arm firmly wrapped around your waist, as you laid a hand on his chest and listened to him starting to ramble about everything you’d been out for. The portal, Bill, the house, Stanley, the kids, no- your niece and nephew. 

“Our Graunt is so badass,” Mabel whispered to her brother as she quickly peeked around the corner.

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Ghosts of Those We Once Knew

a phic phight fill for @silverwing013

Warnings for: implied child abuse, accidental death, dead parents

**💚**

“Oh yeah?! And what are you going to do about it?!” Aunt Alicia snapped into the phone. 

There was a sound on the other end of the line, but Danny couldn’t make it out all the way. There was another solution, but it was…risky; it would require going into his aunt’s bedroom— a well known, forbidden domain— to pick up the only other phone hooked up to the landline. 

…There was no other time to find out what Aunt Alicia was putting off. It had to be worth the risk. Danny crept up the worn carpeting of the stairs, hoping that his sneakiness would hold up to Alicia’s discerning eyes and ears. 

Her bedroom was dark. Carpeted. …Pink. 

Whatever. Danny took a deep breath, lifted the phone off the hook, and tried not to breathe too loudly into the mouthpiece.

“You have no right to keep Daniel in your dismal, miserable, isolated hovel,” someone shouted on the other end. Danny had never heard this voice before. He sounded like someone around Dad’s age, maybe? Maybe a little…smoother, despite the blistering anger coming through the line. “You live with no human contact for nine months out of the year. You speak to no one. Do you— is Daniel even enrolled in a school? Did you get any sort of educational provisions for him whatsoever?” 

“What, so he can get cocky and blow himself up in the garage like his parents?” Alicia snapped. Danny had to clap a hand to his mouth to hide his gasp of dismay. 

“You know full well that punishing your sister’s son by restricting his access to an education and basic human companionship is not a solution to your grief for your sister. You are out of your mind.”

Aunt Alicia’s voice got low. Aunt Alicia’s voice got mean. She sounded like how she looked when Danny had fumbled the water pail from the well or stepped two steps too close to the rhubarb patch out back. “Vladmir Masters, you listen here,” Aunt Alicia muttered. “That boy is everything left of my sister in the whole damn world. He is not going anywhere. Do you understand? Not for you to fill his head with her stupid husband’s supernatural hoo-ha, and not for you to snatch up and teach himself how to kill other people the way those two killed each other. Danny stays here. If you ring me up one more time, I’m going to do more than just mail dog crap to the front step of your stupid castle in Wisconsin.”

The phone cut off. It would be an innocuous end to a phone call, except Danny can hear the clatter of plastic cracking on plastic in the downstairs kitchen.

There was a moment of silence.

“Daniel Jackson Fenton, you get your butt in here right now!”

Danny jolted, heart pounding. He—he went downstairs.

Aunt’s Alicia’s lips were pursed, her eyes tight. “What did I tell you about missing all the sticks in the yard? It looks like a wreck!”

Danny felt his breath stick in his throat.

“Well?”

“Yes, Aunt Alicia,” Danny mumbled. He looked down and away. He wasn’t caught out eavesdropping, but…was this any better?

“If those sticks aren’t piled up beside the woodshed for kindling in half an hour, you can kiss your dinner goodbye.”

Danny hadn’t had dinner in three nights. He was very lucky he didn’t need to eat as much as living kids. “…Yes, Aunt Alicia.”

“So?”

…Danny went outside to collect sticks. It took until nightfall to get all the refuse from yesterday’s storm off the ground.

Aunt Alicia ate canned corn and carrots and butchered rabbit with hot sauce for dinner. Danny ate nothing.

Danny went to bed thinking about somewhere else he could go. Mom and Dad were dead—smithereens in the blast that had killed him and brought him back to life simultaneously. Jazz was in the hospital. He had no grandparents. He had no other aunts or uncles other than Aunt Alicia.

…Who was Vladmir Masters?

*

It took two days for Danny to decide to run away.

Or. Well. Fly.

He’d figured that if he wanted to find out who Vladmir Masters was, he’d need an internet connection. His cell had been on the Fenton Fone Plan™ and had been disconnected from the Fenton Family Patented Ghost-free Satellite™ for almost three months now. But, you know…what was a public library for, if not getting information?

The two-day waiting period was mostly just Danny getting his stuff together, making sure he didn’t leave anything behind, finding anything worth stealing…

…There was a picture of Mom with her big hair at graduation, a black robe thrown over her Hazmat suit. Her hair had been so big. Lots of people were beside her, including Dad, and someone with a matching hair stripe. They looked happy.

It didn’t matter that it had been Aunt Alicia’s photo. The picture had gone into his backpack next to Bearbert Einstein and a filched pocket knife.

Mom was Aunt Alicia’s sister, but Madeline Fenton had been his mom.

…Was still his mom.

Would…would always be his mom.

Danny wouldn’t cry. He wasn’t going to cry. Still, the flying and everything was still new to him. It took almost ten minutes to get himself off the ground without floating off willy nilly.

It took another half an hour to remember how to go through walls.

By the time Danny fell (as in actually, literally, leaned up against the wall and then realized he’d not made contact the way he’d expected to) through the house wall, it was almost eight at night. Aunt Alicia was still listening to Prairie Home Companion downstairs on the radio.

Whatever. He was out of there. He was sure he looked crazy—his hair was white, which was almost impossible to hide—but all he had to do was get out of there fast enough that no one connected one teenage runaway with a backpack to Danny Fenton.

It was fine.

It was all going to be fine.

…And if there wasn’t someone who’d help him. Well. Being homeless didn’t sound…so bad…?

…Or maybe he’d just squat in the burnt out ruins of Fentonworks. That sounded fine too.

*

Morning broke. Danny ended up in a tiny town somewhere in Mississippi.

A nice guy at the coffee shop gave him a cup of water and told him where the local library was. A librarian plugged her login details for him on a public computer, and Danny was able to look up one “Vladmir Masters”…

…CEO and owner of DALVco, millionaire, and Green Bay Packers megafan.

Holy crap.

Like… There were hospital wings with his name on them. Charities operating out of his company. Every picture of the man was perfectly taken in perfect lighting with perfect suits and precise smirks and bright-white magazine article paper.

Danny went back up to the librarian. “Do you have any articles on…uh…Vlad Masters?”

The librarian smiled warmly. “Ah, school project?”

“Sure,” Danny lied, milk on his tongue.

Vlad Masters was a self-made millionaire. He lived in a castle in Wisconsin that used to be owned by a dairy empire kingpin. He went to—

Danny read the line again

—He went to the same college as Mom and Dad. The year looked right, too. They might have even graduated in the exact same year. If only Danny could still check Dad’s college ring in the bottom of their junk drawer.

Wisconsin. Vlad Masters lived in Wisconsin.

…Danny was really lucky he was never all that hungry anymore.

Danny got another cup of water at the coffee shop, washed his face in the bathroom, and got ready to fly another night.

He was no sextant, but he could probably figure out how to get to Wisconsin after a couple of hours of flying, and a little time to gauge the sky.

It would be easy.

…Danny’s white-topped, pale face stared back at him from the restroom mirror.

It had to be. It would have to be easy.

*

So, a cheese castle looked a lot like a regular castle.

Danny squinted up at the stonework. Nah, that looked like…a castle. That being said, it looked more specifically like the castle he was looking for—the one that had been featured in Vlad Masters’s house tour in Architecture Daily magazine two years ago.  

Same…roof bits. Same big door. Danny swallowed. Same…tower? Were there better words for these? There were definitely better words for all the tricky stone bits in the castle.

Whatever. Danny was praying that the man was actually home today, as opposed to flying across the country on some kind of business trip. Rich people did business trips, right?

Danny floated up to the front door. There was no doorbell.

…Danny bit his lip. Okay. So there was no doorbell. There was a very large, brass door knocker. It looked kind of like a big monster face, with a ring held in its teeth.

The knocker was just high enough off the ground that Danny had to float to get there. Lifting it was a struggle.

When it knocked, the whole door buzzed with sound.

Danny waited.

…He waited.

And…Danny waited.

No one came.

Danny picked at the skin of his lip. What if he just…went in?

Like. It was a big house. Maybe Vlad Masters just hadn’t heard him at all? Maybe he was just…in the basement or something…?

Danny paced midair. On one hand. He’d come all this way. He had to follow through. He had to see if there was…something. Anything. Anything at all—anything that could possibly connect Masters to his family.

Any connection that wasn’t Aunt Alicia would be worth breaking and entering.

On the other hand. Home invasion was and would remain illegal.

Danny grimaced.

He…stuck his head through the door. 

There was a hallway on the other side. A little end table. A guest book. 

…Okay. Danny slipped through the door. He was breaking and entering now— or at least…entering. 

Inside was dark. Gloomy. Comfortable, sure— lots of soft furnishings, curtains, couches, pillow, lounging things— but very…opaque in atmosphere. 

He was glowing, he noticed. That probably was pretty bad on the “trying not to get caught” scale. 

There was no one upstairs. Danny drifted through room after empty room and up into floor after empty floor. There was a kitchen, and the food therein were largely preserved items. There was nothing in the fridge. 

Danny’s stomach cramped. There was no one here. 

…Maybe he should look downstairs? 

The castle got colder the further down he went. The windows that at least allowed the minimal light that escaped through the tree cover in the castle vanished. The only light left was Danny. 

Danny floated down deeper. 

There were doors made of metal in a long, stone hallway. Each had different numbers on them. Danny followed the rows of doors.

There were wires on the floor. They were organized by color and bound by little ties, until they weren’t, and Danny eventually ran out of tangled webs of red and blue plastic to follow. 

They ended at a closed door. 

Danny hesitated. He poked his head through. 

On the other side was a ghost. 

Danny jerked back. He’d— he clapped his hand over his mouth. That was—! And sure, Danny was something like that now, but he’d never seen—!

He should leave. Danny should leave. 

Danny barely made it three doors down. 

Going somewhere? something asked him. Danny shivered. 

The ghost appeared on his left in ethereal white, black hair pulled behind him in some sort of half-halo. Unlike Danny, who was in something like half-hazmat, half-hoodie, the ghost wore a long, glowing labcoat, appropriate PPE beneath. 

Danny’s breath fogged up in his mouth. He flinched. “Sorr—” he tried. “Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not supposed to be here.”

The ghost looked at him with bright red eyes. Danny floated a few steps back. Spying, are you?

Danny shook his head. “No!! No, I just— I was looking for— I wasn’t spying! I’m sorry! I didn’t know you li— died here! I’ll leave!” 

The ghost’s head tilted. For a second, Danny thought that he was going to throw a punch. And then—

You’re already here, the ghost pointed out, and opened a door. Beyond it was…something similar to a doctor’s office. An examination table with the paper on it. One of those blood pressure cuffs, attached to a printer for the readout. A sink. Sundry tongue depressors. You may as well consent to be helped. 

“...Helped with what?” Danny asked nervously, fingers flexing. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”

The ghost hummed— not in the way voices hummed, but in the way high voltage sang in distant powerlines. You are newly formed, aren’t you? Most can tell a ghost’s nature from its presence alone.

Danny looked away. “Um. You know. You might be the first ghost I’ve ever met.” 

The ghost’s feet almost touched the ground. It stared down at him. It was taller than he was, and when it stared, it made Danny want to run away. 

…Truly, the ghost asked(?), and it took Danny a second to realize it was a question. 

“Maybe I died a little recently…” Danny tried, trailing off into a mumble. Was there a right answer to this? 

…I see. That would make this check-up more urgent, then. Might I encourage you to come this way? 

Danny followed him into the room. 

It felt… It looked and felt exactly like any other doctor’s appointment, excepting that the doctor involved in the process had blue skin and fangs and a hairstyle that defied gravity. The ghost still wore gloves and didn’t poke him or prod him too hard, though, so that was a bonus.

Danny got his pulse taken. (None.) Danny got his lungs checked. (Not breathing.) Danny got his resonance? looked at? Whatever that was? It was a big scanny thing that looked like an X ray and took pictures of his chest. 

The readings were real pretty, whatever they were; the whole film print was taken up with splotches of white and clear blue. It kind of shimmered when Danny tilted his head. 

You’re quite powerful for a newly formed ghost, the ghost offered, overlooking papers Danny couldn’t quite see on his clipboard. It flipped through once. Twice. You’re clearly not attached to your place of death, so that’s not why… Are you aware of any compulsions to follow an Obsession yet…?

A ghostly obsession? Danny knew what that was— it was one of his parents’ theories on why ghosts persisted after death! Was it was true? 

“Um,” Danny said, unsure. He hadn’t…had he? “Not that I know of?”

The ghost paused. It clicked its pen. It marked something down on Danny’s chart. Interesting.

Ominous. 

May I quickly test something? the ghost asked, looking up at Danny. It would only take a moment. If it does not work, there will be no other side effects other than mild discomfort and an activated flight response. 

Danny shifted. The paper crackled underneath him. “...Does it hurt?” 

No.

The ghost added nothing more. 

Danny’s…head jerked up and down. It was fine. It would be fine. 

The ghost’s hand circled his wrist. Its touch burned like fire. 

And then light, like how Danny burned away one form for another—

—Danny was left on the table, no longer weightless, no longer breathless. He was flesh. He was human again.

Vlad Masters stared back at him. 

…Huh. 

Mr. Masters— Vlad?— licked dry lips, staring at Danny, whose wrist he still held. Danny…didn’t know if he could move. Danny didn’t know if he knew how to move. 

“...Daniel?” Mr. Masters’s voice cracked. His eyes moved up and down Danny’s body, from his raggedy hair to his dirt-stained clothes to his beat-up shoes. “Daniel Fenton?”

Danny winced. “It’s just Danny,” he offered hoarsely. His throat bobbed. “You…know me?” 

Mr. Masters moved his grip to Danny’s hand, apparently moved to tears. Without the red in his eyes, he just looked…human enough. “Daniel— Danny, how did you— Are you dead? What happened?” 

Danny felt the weight of everything push down on him again, as if it had ever let up on him since the portal incident. Mom and Dad’s funerals. Jazz in the emergency room. Being resuscitated by the EMTs. Getting shipped out to Aunt Alicia’s house without warning. 

“House blew up.”

That was succinct enough, right?

The man’s face turned devastated. “I heard— I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry, Danny.”

…It was more concern than anyone had shown in a long time. His eyes were wet before he knew it. When he wiped his face with his sleeve, the dampness was enough to leave little streaks of mud on his face— and, ugh, he felt filthy. 

“It’s okay,” Danny lied, because it wasn’t. He pressed his sleeve to his eyes. “It’s…you know my parents?”

Mr. Masters took a deep, surprised breath. “Yes. We…weren’t in contact after we graduated from school together, but Jack always… He asked me by email to be your godfather, right before you were born. I said yes, but I have no idea if he ever filed the paperwork.” 

Oh. 

…Oh. 

There were clearly more secrets here. Mr. Masters was a ghost, and so was Danny. He lived in a giant castle that was clearly haunted, which was made obvious by the owner. He was Danny’s godfather, and Danny had never once met him. 

And he wasn’t Aunt Alicia. 

Danny sucked the spit off of his teeth with his tongue. “Can I stay here?” 

Mr. Masters made a wounded, desperate expression. “I would rather you did.” 

“Can you teach me how to be a ghost?”

The man persevered through what were clearly heavy feelings. “...If I must.” 

“Can I have dinner?” was Danny’s final question. “Like. On the regular?” 

There was a second where Mr. Masters’s eyes went red. The castle suddenly felt taut with anticipation. Fury crawled on Danny’s skin. He could feel the pressure digging in search of some way to burrow into his flesh.

And then it was gone. 

“Of course you can. You are a growing boy.”

Danny smiled shyly, barely showing his teeth. When he smiled for real in the mirror, he had fangs. It was better not to. “Cool.”

Mr. Masters nodded. And when Danny looked down at the floor, he changed his grip so that Danny could hold his hand and hop down like normal. 

“It will be alright,” Mr. Masters promised quietly. It seemed to be just as much for him as it was for Danny. “Or…I’ll take care of it. Whatever happens. You’re not alone, Danny.” 

Danny had been alone for almost half a year. It had felt like forever. “Thanks.” He sniffed. 

They walked upstairs from the basement laboratory together, in a way Mom and Dad never would again. 

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The summer sun was barely up when I reached the docks. The familiar, slightly salty air of the Outer Banks felt thick with humidity as I made my way toward the HMS Pogue, where the sounds of my friends' laughter echoed over the water. I'd only known Kiara, JJ, John B, and Pope for a couple of years, but it was enough to make them my whole world. Growing up a Cameron usually meant that you stayed on the other side of town, but Kiara changed that for me, and ever since then, the Pogues were my family.

As I got closer, I saw John B adjusting the sail, Pope with a map spread out on his lap, and Kiara leaning against the railing with a grin. Then there was JJ, leaning casually against the side of the boat, his shirt already off, blond hair mussed by the breeze, and his usual smirk firmly in place. That smirk always made my heart race, but I’d never let him know that.

“Look who finally showed up!” JJ called out, grinning at me as I reached the edge of the boat. “Thought maybe you decided to stick with the Kooks for once.”

“Oh, please,” I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Like I’d miss out on one of your harebrained schemes, Maybank.”

“Oh-ho, Princess Cameron decided to grace us with her presence!” JJ replied, extending a hand to help me aboard. The nickname — “Princess” — started as a joke about me being a Cameron, the high-and-mighty Kook family, but JJ managed to make it sound both teasing and… something else. I wasn’t sure what.

I rolled my eyes but took his hand, feeling the roughness of his palm as he pulled me onto the boat. He held onto my hand just a little longer than necessary, giving me that familiar, lopsided smirk before he let go.

“Alright, everyone here?” John B called out, getting everyone’s attention. “Kie, you got the cooler?”

Kiara held up a cooler filled with snacks and drinks, nodding. “Wouldn’t want to starve during one of your genius plans, would we?”

Pope, still scanning the map, shook his head. “John B’s plans don’t usually involve enough food for survival.”

I laughed, settling into my usual spot on the boat. JJ took his place next to me, and I felt his knee brush against mine. He did it so casually, but it was enough to make my skin tingle.

As we sailed out, John B filled us in on what he’d heard — stories of a wrecked boat washed ashore after the storm, strange lights, and rumors. Typical John B stuff. He was always looking for something, always chasing some mystery. It was just part of him, and despite all the times his plans had gone sideways, we all stuck with him. Today was no different.

We anchored near the marshlands and pulled up to an abandoned area that looked even creepier in the morning light. Mangled trees, debris scattered from the storm, and that eerie silence you only get in places humans have long abandoned.

“Alright, team, stay close,” John B instructed as he led us into the marsh. We walked through thick mud and twisted branches, ducking under vines and hopping over puddles.

As we walked, JJ fell into step beside me, leaning close. “Not too scared, are you, Princess?” he whispered, his voice low and playful.

“Please,” I scoffed, refusing to let him see how his teasing affected me. “This is nothing.”

JJ just chuckled, nudging me playfully. “Sure, sure. Just let me know if you need a big, strong Pogue to save you.”

I rolled my eyes and shoved him to the side, but couldn’t help the grin that tugged at my lips. JJ had a way of making even the creepiest situations feel like a game.

After what felt like ages, we finally reached the wreck. It was a beat-up old fishing boat, half-sunk in the marsh, but John B’s face lit up like he’d just found gold. He hopped on board, and naturally, we all followed, exploring the empty cabin and below deck.

JJ and I stuck together, rifling through drawers and storage boxes that hadn’t seen light in years. Every time he’d find something vaguely interesting — an old compass, a broken fishing rod, an empty can of beans — he’d hold it up like it was some incredible treasure.

“Look at this, Y/N,” he whispered, holding up a rusty pocket knife with a dramatic flourish. “Bet you’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Oh, a rusty knife? Be still my heart,” I replied, laughing.

JJ put a hand over his chest in mock offense. “Wow. You’re really hard to impress, aren’t you, Princess?”

I shoved him playfully. “Maybe if you actually found something cool.”

“Cool? You mean like this?” he asked, pulling out what turned out to be an old can opener.

I burst out laughing, and he joined in, his laughter echoing in the empty cabin. But before we could keep up our scavenger hunt, John B’s voice called out from above.

“Guys, I think I found something!”

We rushed up to find John B holding an old motel key, looking like he’d just discovered buried treasure.

“A motel key?” Pope raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Yeah, a motel key,” John B replied, grinning. “This could be a clue. Maybe my dad was here. We need to check it out.”

Before anyone could argue, JJ was nodding, excitement gleaming in his eyes. “Motel it is.”

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By the time we reached the motel, the sun was starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the old, rundown building. The place was practically falling apart, its once-bright paint faded to a sad, chipped blue. Windows were either boarded up or shattered, and vines crawled up the sides like the place had been abandoned for years.

“This is definitely haunted,” Pope muttered as we crept through the empty parking lot.

“Oh, don’t worry, Pope,” JJ said, throwing an arm around his shoulder. “If any ghosts show up, I’ll protect you.”

“Real comforting, JJ,” I scoffed with a grin.

“Hey, I’ll protect you too, Princess,” he added, flashing me a wink.

I rolled my eyes, but the nickname still made me smile. We entered the motel room, stepping carefully over peeling floor tiles and broken glass. John B immediately got to work, rifling through drawers and checking under the bed. Pope went to search the closet, while Kiara stood by the door, keeping watch.

“Why do I always get lookout duty?” she grumbled.

“Because you’re the best at it?” John B offered, not even looking up from where he was tearing apart a nightstand drawer.

Kiara shot him a glare but kept her post.

I walked over to a cracked window with JJ, where the two of us peered out, watching for any signs of movement. I felt a little thrill of excitement, the rush of breaking the rules, of being somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. And having JJ beside me made it even better.

“What’s the plan if we actually find something?” I asked, looking over at him.

JJ shrugged, giving me that mischievous grin. “Run, scream, or fight. Same as always.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Very reassuring.”

Before he could reply, a sound from outside froze us all in place. Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, getting closer. We exchanged panicked glances, and John B motioned frantically toward the window.

“Out! The window!” he whispered urgently.

My stomach dropped as I looked out at the narrow ledge. We were on the second floor, and I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of shimmying along it. But before I could say anything, JJ grabbed my hand.

“Come on, Princess,” he murmured, his tone soft but firm.

He guided me to the window, helping me climb out onto the ledge. The height made my legs go weak, and I froze, feeling my heart pound in my chest. I froze when I saw how high up we were. The motel’s second story was a lot taller than I expected, and the drop looked… dangerous.

“JJ, I—” I started, feeling my pulse throb with the sudden surge of anxiety.

He gave me a soft look, sensing my fear. “Hey, it’s okay. I got you. Just trust me, alright?”

The footsteps were getting closer, and with no time to argue, I found myself climbing out the window and onto the narrow ledge with JJ by my side. The wind tugged at my hair, and my heart felt like it might burst out of my chest. I didn’t dare look down.

“Just look at me,” JJ said quietly, his voice surprisingly gentle. He placed his hand on my shoulder, steadying me. “Don’t think about the height. Just keep your eyes on me.”

His gaze was intense, his blue eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the height didn’t seem so terrifying. Slowly, I managed to inch forward, JJ staying close beside me the whole time.

When we finally made it to the end of the ledge and climbed down to the ground, I let out a shaky breath of relief. JJ grinned at me, a little too proud of himself. The world faded away for a moment — there was just me and JJ, inches apart, pressed together in the small space. His face was close enough that I could see every freckle, the tiny scar just above his eyebrow, and the way his gaze softened when he looked at me.

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Almost there,” he whispered with one of his hands still on my shoulder, and the other holding mine tightly.

I took a shaky breath, nodding slightly.

I opened my eyes again and saw his gaze still intense, his blue eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, the height didn’t seem so terrifying. Slowly, I managed to inch forward, JJ staying close beside me the whole time.

When the footsteps receded and we heard the door click shut, JJ finally relaxed, giving me a grin. “See? Easy,” he said, but his arm stayed protectively around me, his warmth an anchor in the cold air.

“Easy for you to say,” I muttered, though I couldn’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. “I don’t make a habit of risking my life out windows.”

“And yet, here you are, risking life and limb with me. Admit it, Princess — you like it.”

I just rolled my eyes, shoving him playfully. But deep down, I knew he was right.

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We finally made it down from the ledge, our hearts still pounding from the close call. JJ grinned at me as we jogged away from the building, that cocky smirk in full force.

“See, told you we’d make it out in one piece,” he said, nudging my shoulder as we caught up with the others.

I rolled my eyes, though a smile slipped onto my face. “Oh sure, let’s just ignore that I was this close to falling two stories because of you.”

“Details, details,” JJ chuckled, tossing an arm around my shoulders. He gave a dramatic sigh, squeezing me. “You’d be bored without me around, Princess.”

It was the same teasing tone he always used, but there was a softness to it, a warmth that made me feel like I actually belonged here with them. I nudged him back, trying to play it cool, but I knew I was already hooked.

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Once we were clear, we all slumped onto the deck, catching our breath. JJ looked over at me, breathless but grinning. “Not bad for a Cameron, huh?” he teased.

“Not bad yourself, Maybank,” I shot back, my heart still racing.

He laughed, reaching over to give me a playful shove. “Admit it. You love this.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, maybe I do.”

Once everyone got fairly settled, we set out across the water again, the thrill of the chase still buzzing through our veins. John B held up the motel key he’d found, waving it like a trophy.

“I’m telling you guys, this means something,” he said, grinning. “My dad was onto something, and now we’re onto it too.”

Pope crossed his arms, giving John B a skeptical look. “We’re onto a motel key, John B. Not exactly the stuff of legends.”

John B shook his head, determined. “I know it sounds small, but it’s a clue. The only clue I’ve had in years.”

Kiara chimed in, her face serious. “I get it, JB. We’re here for you.” She gave him a soft smile, one that we all echoed in our own way. We all knew how much this meant to him.

As John B steered us away from the shoreline, JJ reached into his waistband, pulling out something I hadn’t noticed before. It glinted in the fading light, and my eyes went wide when I saw what he was holding.

“JJ… is that a gun?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My stomach twisted with a mix of fear and shock.

JJ flashed that infamous grin of his, looking way too pleased with himself. “Mhm, picked it up back at the motel,” he said, his voice casual, almost like he was talking about pocket change. He held the gun up for everyone to see, as if he’d just scored the day’s biggest prize as everyone exclaimed, telling him to put it down. Even a butterknife was dangerous in JJ’s hands.

John B’s eyes narrowed. “You stole a gun? From the motel?”

JJ shrugged, clearly unfazed. “We were already committing about three different crimes just being there. What’s one more?”

Kiara crossed her arms, looking unimpressed. “JJ, that’s not just ‘one more.’ That’s a gun.”

But JJ just chuckled, tucking it back into his waistband. “Relax. It’s for protection. You never know what we’re going to run into out here, and it’s not like anyone’s going to miss it.”

I shook my head, feeling a pang of worry. “JJ, what if someone actually… like, I don’t know… comes looking for it?”

He turned to me, flashing that cocky smirk that usually drove me crazy in the best way, but right now just had me more on edge. “You worry too much, Princess,” he said, patting the gun at his side. “Trust me, no one’s gonna miss this thing.”

“You sure about that?” Pope asked, raising an eyebrow. “What if someone shows up with a warrant, or they track it back to us?”

JJ waved a hand dismissively, clearly not concerned. “We’ll be long gone by then. Besides, they’d never expect to find anything on a bunch of Pogues.”

John B sighed, clearly torn. “Look, I don’t like it either, but… if we’re getting this deep, maybe it’s not the worst idea.”

JJ turned to me with that little glint in his eye, the one that made it impossible for me to stay mad at him. “See? Even John B’s on my side. We’re fine.”

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As we made our way back across the water, the sun started to set, casting orange and pink hues across the water. JJ stretched out beside me, leaning back with his hands behind his head, looking as carefree as ever.

“What’s the plan now, Captain?” he asked, glancing over at John B with a smirk.

“Now we go home and lay low until we can check this place out again,” John B replied. “We don’t want to make too much noise… and no one can know we’re doing this. Especially not Ward.”

Everyone nodded, understanding the unspoken rule: what we did as Pogues stayed between us. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a little flutter of nerves. Ward Cameron, my dad, wouldn’t just be angry if he found out. He’d be furious. But what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

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We spent the rest of the day laying low, sharing stories and planning our next move. Eventually, we docked back at John B’s place, exhausted but still buzzing from the excitement. As the sun set, we gathered around the firepit, passing around snacks and a few stolen beers.

JJ plopped down beside me, stretching his legs out and leaning back with a contented sigh. “Not a bad day,” he murmured, glancing over at me.

“Yeah,” I agreed softly, feeling the warmth of the fire and the lingering buzz of adrenaline. “One of the best.”

He grinned, scooting a little closer. “I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling lucky. I’d say this whole wreck hunt thing is our ticket to something big.”

“Think so?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, his blue eyes gleaming with excitement. “I mean, come on—John B’s dad, the gold, everything’s lining up. And you know what else?”

“What?”

JJ leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “No one’s better at this than us. No one’s got what we’ve got.”

I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Right, a bunch of kids with no money, no backup plan, and a stolen life jacket. Real promising, JJ.”

But he just smirked, reaching over to give my hand a quick squeeze. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

We stayed out by the fire until the stars filled the sky, each of us sharing stories, dreams, and jokes until we couldn’t keep our eyes open. As we all headed back to our respective homes, JJ caught up with me, nudging my shoulder with his.

We walked in comfortable silence with each other for a bit until we got near to my house.

“I wouldn’t trade this for anything either.” I spoke into the cool July midnight, JJ ge gave me a rare, genuine smile, something soft and unguarded that made my heart flutter. “Good. Because I’d miss having you around to keep me in line.”

I laughed, shoving him lightly. “You’d be lost without me, Maybank.”

“True,” he replied, his voice warm. “Night, Princess.”

“Goodnight, JJ.”

As he walked off into the night, I realized that something had shifted. We’d crossed lines today, not just with the Coast Guard or with the hunt for the wreck, but something between me and JJ felt different. Stronger. And as I lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, I knew that this summer was going to change everything.

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i loved writing this one omg, i hope you guys liked it too, lmk what you think!!

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[jejuboo-s]

JUST A SIP.

PAIRING: Vampire!J. Wonwoo x F. Reader

W. COUNT: 1.4K

GENRE: Complete smut, nothing much else

SUMMARY: While shaving your legs up to your thighs in the shower, you accidentally wound yourself, blood spilling out of the small cut. In a hurry, you contemplate on going outside and asking Wonwoo to help. But you really couldn’t. Why? Because your boyfriend was a vampire.

EXPLICIT WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI.

WARNINGS: Name calling (pretty, whore, etc.), mention of razor (for shaving), obvious mention of blood, Wonwoo is kinddaaa mean, slapping (face), Wonwoo gets cockier as reader gets needier, consent is sexy, cum-play, reader puts up with Wonwoo’s shit easily, she/her + female genitalia used/referenced

A/N: long.. long overdue. i haven’t done a work over 1k since my mingyu “stop kissing me please” and that was like two months ago, if i remember correctly. please do let me know what i could make better and if you have any suggestion for me in the near future, thank you. >3<

You hissed, looking at your thigh, you noticed a large cut from your razor. Feeling hot water fall from your shower head back onto your thigh just made the situation even more uncomfortable, so you decided to finish up your shower and head to your bedroom quickly.

Wrapping a towel around your exposed and wet body, you slowly realized that you really weren’t supposed to be going out of the bathroom with blood dripping from your thigh. Especially with Wonwoo home. You see, your boyfriend was a vampire. Although some things were harder to do with your irregular boyfriend, it didn’t stop you from acknowledging how kind, smart, caring, and handsome he was.

But really, you didn’t know how to really… approach this situation. You had two options, one seemed better than the other, yet the so-called “better” one would end up having more cons.

Option A: Turn off the shower, try grabbing a paper towel and wetting it to pat on the cut. Wait until all the blood has been patted off (estimated around ten minutes).

Cons? It would sting like hell, well, sure it’d sting even more if you got Wonwoo to do it with rubbing alcohol (if he could even withstand just looking at the wound), but it was always better for another person to do it. Plus, all the bacteria you’d imagine could contaminate the cut.. just. gross.

Option B: Walk outside with your towel, disturbing Wonwoo in whatever activity he’s doing inside of the living room. Also, interrupting whatever craving he had before and substituting it with your blood.

There technically weren’t many cons, but the last time he’d had your blood was when you two began dating, and let’s just say; it didn’t end so painlessly.

“Baby? Wonwoo?” You called out from inside the bathroom, loud enough for him to hear, quiet enough to not disturb him.

“Hm? Pretty, why don’t you get out of the bathroom to talk to me? You know I like face-to-face conversation better than ones in between walls.”

“Well uhm, do.. Do you still have that rubbing alcohol? And an uhm, a bandage?” You asked meekly.

“Why, are you.. are you bleeding?..” He paused in between his words, and you could tell he did because of the lack of noise coming from whatever activity he’d been doing before.

“Yeah, I just accidentally cut myself while shaving,” you bit your lip. “And there’s nothing really in the cabinets to help. So.. I assumed that asking you would be best.”

“Baby, you do know I don’t wanna hurt you. I haven’t tasted your blood, that rich blood for two years..” His mouth almost watered thinking about it. “I could go overboard and I want to put you over anything else.”

“You know, I wouldn’t mind if you took a small sip.. It’s fine, really, you always do so much for me. It’s unfair for you to give me everything I want but not vice-versa.”

Silence filled the air.

“Come out here.”

Although so bold with your words, inside you were quite the nervous wreck. You opened the door knob with caution, your attention turning to Wonwoo, who had some cheap Netflix show paused.

“Where’s the cut?” you pointed to your inner thigh while your boyfriends’ undivided attention went to the tempting bloody wound.

“So, what you’re basically telling me is that you want me to suck an intimate part of your body free of blood,” that same blood rushed to your cheeks and down to an even more intimate part of your body. “How naughty.”

You sat down on the couch, manspreading. “May I?” Wonwoo asked. It was obvious he wouldn’t take no as an answer by the way his mouth hovered over the cut. But either way, you’d still utter the words.

“Yes.”

Wonwoo sunk his tongue onto the cut, making sure not to waste any last drop, since he knew he’d probably never have this chance again in a while.

On the other hand, you, with your hand trembling scratching at his head, it felt—somewhat pleasurable. Way more pleasurable than it did when he first fed off of you.

“Oh, ‘Woo.. Fuck,” you moaned feeling his warm tongue on the cool patch of body. “Didn’t expect it to be this good..”

He looked up at you after ridding of all the blood dripping down your thigh, with bloody lips, he hovered over your neck and left kiss marks all over.

“M gonna bite you, please, stand still.”

Your neck fell back, providing more space for him to do his thing. Wonwoo let his sharp canines graze over your neck to find a place where he wouldn’t puncture a vein. Before sinking his teeth in, he paused.

“I beg, stand still, you’re shaking subconsciously baby. I promise ‘m not gonna hurt you.”

You tried your hardest but still, it wasn’t enough to ensure that Wonwoo wouldn’t accidentally sink his teeth into the wrong part of your neck. So he just kept a grip on your neck and shoulders.

And then he sank his teeth in.

First: it hurt, it hurt like a bitch. You swore you wouldn’t get used to it, but you still let Wonwoo drink from you like the good girlfriend you were. You just kept an insane clutch on his back, probably breaking skin in the process of doing so.

After a minute or so, your body felt lighter, like a feather, almost. You felt dizzy, not the nauseous type of dizzy; but really, just a feel good type of dizzy. The more he drank, the less pain there was. It was getting substituted with pleasure, it seemed.

“Wonwoo…” You croaked out, hands traveling from his hair and back and hair again. You didn’t know what to do, really, you were in a situation overwhelmed with pleasure.

Your hips bucked and grinded on his pelvis, in response to this, he loosened his grip on your shoulder, bringing it down to your hips, making sure to keep them still while he feeds.

“Woo, babe, hurry. ‘Wan you in my mouth, pretty please..”

Feeling a shadow tower over you, you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend no longer all over your neck, but with bloody teeth and an even bloodier mouth. You brought up your hand to wipe it off, only to just smear blood on his cheek.

God was he hot.

“Good girls wait patiently, don’t they? Fuckin’ whore. You know I haven't tasted your blood in a while, you could’ve been at least a little patient but no, you want to warm up ‘Woos fat cock don’t ya?”

His words hurt, but they also made you all the more horny. You wasted no time in getting off of the couch and letting yourself fall to your knees, your pretty little tongue peeking, waiting for him to take off his briefs.

Although having seen Wonwoo’s cock for the umpteenth time this year, you’d never get over how pretty it looked, hard and covered in precum. Just imagining how far inside he’d be with his dick covered in your spit was complete heaven.

“Open a little more, baby.” He held your chin down, watching as it fell slack with one simple command.

He slid inside, moaning, feeling your cheeks hollow out onto the sides of his dick. It took you a second to stop gagging, sure he wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but he sure was veiny and thick.

“Oh my fuck,” he kept one hand tangled in your hair and the other to comb his hair back. “You look so damn pretty sucking dick, my dick and only mine.”

You let go with a pop, spit dribbling down your chin and down to your cleavage, his cum filling your mouth. Caressing your rosy pink cheek, he then landed a harsh slap on the flesh.

“C’mere.” Wonwoo held your chin, lifting yourself by your hands, he pressed a long and open-mouthed kiss on your lips, liquid seeping through eachothers’ mouths.

The sturdy towel that’d been holding on for life onto your body finally fell, your boobs pressing onto his shirt whilst deep into the kiss.

Pulling away, a string of saliva and the heavy cloud of lust was the only thing that connected you two, and, well, that bite mark of yours he’d left on your neck.

“God, I love you Wonie.” You gasped, trying to catch and steady your breath. He grinned back, now staring at unbroken skin on your neck.

“Right. So, round two?”

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I've been in an angsty mood lately so I need something with Noah being a jerk and a cheater instead of typical fluffy and sweet. Please rip my heart out lol.

Summary: request. Noah ripping your heart out 🥲

Warning: mentions of sex, cheating.

A/N: hope this is what you wanted, this hurt to write 😭😭😭

The day felt like it had slipped through my fingers, dragging along with it a curious weight that plucked at my heart. For three years, my life had been intertwined with Noah's; his warm presence had become the horizon I could always return to. We laughed, we fought, and we loved fiercely, or at least we used to. Lately, clouds had gathered in the sky of our relationship, casting shadows that I couldn't ignore.

"Are you okay? You’ve been awfully quiet," I asked him an hour earlier while we bickered half-heartedly over dinner. His fork stalled above his plate, and he offered a flicker of a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. I frowned. Something was off. The love we had always shared felt like it was fading. Gone were the days of impulsive kisses and the clothes that found themselves ripped off in a heat of the moment. Instead, we had settled into an unnerving routine.

"You know I’m just tired," Noah replied, shrugging it off, but the words land like dull thuds. He had always been my rock, yet I was slowly sinking, and he was miles above the surface. The last two weeks had been particularly devoid of intimacy, not that I was counting (though it certainly felt like I was). My thoughts spiraled as I tried to piece together what had changed.

When my friend Sarah suggested a girls' night, I was hesitant. Could a night away from the murky waters of my relationship reinvigorate me? Reluctantly, I decided it would do me good. Maybe it was time to step away and gain clarity.

I threw on a casual sundress, put on light makeup, and glanced in the mirror. Even with the flutter of doubt in my chest, I forced a smile. Maybe some time apart would do us all some good. I told Noah I was leaving, and to my surprise, he perked up, a brightness returning to his features that made me raise an eyebrow. “Have fun baby” he chimed, perhaps a little too eagerly.

As I made my way to Sarah's house, I tried to shake off the settling apprehension sinking into my stomach. The evening started off light and filled with chatter, laughter. But as the clock creeped toward ten, it became evident that Sarah had a much lower tolerance than I did; her laughter faded into giggles and then to incoherent mumblings as she slumped into a cacophony of drunken joy.

Deciding it was time to head home rather than wait for her to pass out completely, I gathered my belongings while providing her with promises of checking in on her later. My heart carried a heaviness as I walked back to my car, fingering the smooth metal of my phone nervously as I started the engine. If my evening had gone as planned, I would still be sharing stories and sneaking whispers at two a.m. Instead, I was headed into the uncertain quietness of my home.

The unfamiliar car parked awry in the driveway sent an immediate chill down my spine, twisting dread around my heart. My mind raced. A friend? Maybe? Surely Noah wouldn’t invite someone over without telling me. As I unlocked the door, an eerie silence invaded the house, wrecking my thoughts and heart alike.

“Hey, Noah?” I called out tentatively, my voice shaky. Silence remained, a waiting void, until I caught the faint sound of laughter wafting up the staircase. My heart dropped.

Every step up the stairs felt like walking into a surreal nightmare, the increasing volume of their voices echoing off the walls. When I pushed the door to our bedroom open, the sight that greeted me felt like the world collapsing around me.

There was Noah—my Noah, the man who promised to love me forever with a blonde woman straddling his bare hips. My breath hitched in my throat as I stood frozen, my heart racing in disbelief. "That’s it, baby, you’re so perfect,” I heard him say through clenched teeth. I swallowed hard, fighting the nausea rising in my throat.

And then something broke inside me. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, fueling my rage and sorrow, and I slapped the door wide open. Their bodies bolted apart, and Noah’s eyes widened in shock, horror mixing with the pale glow of the room. “I—I’m so sorry!” he stammered, desperately scrambling for words as he covered himself.

I stood there, a visceral anger spilling over my disbelief. “It meant nothing,” he pleaded. “Can you just let me explain?”

I couldn't hear him. My breath quickened, and it felt as if the weight of the world pressed down on my chest as I dove into the rawness of the situation. The reality of who I once thought he was shattered in front of me. With trembling hands, I turned to my closet, mind swirling as I yanked my suitcase from the shelf. “You don’t get to explain this,” I snapped, desperation clawing at me, pulling me into a dark pit where love once flourished. As I threw clothes into the bag, he stepped closer, determination etched on his face.

“Please, just listen to me,” he said, reaching out to pull my clothes from my arms, a frantic look taking over him. He was pacing back and forth like a caged animal, searching for words that would never suffice.

“Fuck you, Noah! There’s nothing you can say or do to fix this! You fucked up!” My voice trembled with anger as tears began to fall unbidden down my cheeks. I watched him shake his head, voice breaking. “Whatever… I was miserable half the time with you anyway,” he spat defiantly.

It was my turn to be shocked, but all I could manage was a laugh—bitter and hollow. As I zipped up my suitcase, I pulled his house key from my chain and tossed it onto the floor.

The blonde woman sat silently on the couch, a ghostly figure in my emotional battlefield. My gaze flickered to her before I gritted my teeth and looked back at Noah, anger rising in my chest like a storm. “You can fucking have him!” I sneered, my heart a vivid bruise that felt raw and exposed.

With every ounce of strength I had left, I turned on my heel, stretching my neck to glance back one last time at the man I thought I would grow old with. “I hope she was worth it,” I shot at him, each word a dagger that struck a nerve. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces, yet part of me reveled in the release. As I stepped out into the night, I found both fear and freedom coursing through me.

I was at a crossroads. The life I’d built had crumbled, but it left behind a strange sense of possibility—maybe this was the moment I would learn to spread my wings again and fly high above the wreckage he left behind.

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

reader is new to alexandria so rick asks Carl to show her around, she's distant and is full on guard since she doesnt trust anyone yet, carl tries to convince her that she's safe now, "Look, I know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this world, but you're safe, now. You can trust us, we'll - I WILL keep you safe." hehehehe

YOU’RE NOT ALONE || carl grimes x fem!reader

a/n: hi anon, i love the idea of this!! i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading this. buckle in, this is a long one!!

ever since the apocalypse started, you’ve been all alone. hell, you haven’t even met anybody that was true to you. sure you’ve met some people along the way but they’ve never stuck by your side. they’ve died, left you or simply tried to kill you. you knew that there would be some people who would try to murder you, so of course, you had ways in your head to protect yourself. you didn’t mind meeting people though, it meant that they could share whatever supplies they had, food, water, etcetera.

you weren’t the best at hunting either, you had to ration your food or simply have to find food like everyone else. clean water was hard to find, you either had to filter the water or go to wrecked out supermarkets hoping they’d have something.

some days you hit bullseye, finding an abandoned store full of food and water. some days were the worst, you would’ve been treading around everywhere but couldn’t find any source. your legs tired, sweat dribbling, feet aching, back aching and you arms becoming lazy. you couldn’t stop walking until you found somewhere safe to stay the night else you definitely would regret it.

these problems all disappear as soon as you come contact with two men. one with dark, long dark brown hair with a beard coming and the other guy with soon to all be grey hair with a shaven face.

“how old are you?” one of them ask.

“16.” you lied. you have no clue how old you are since you don’t even know what year it is, what month is or date.

“how many walkers have you killed?” the other asks with his grasp voice.

“every single one i come across.” you thought walkers were what they called the creatures, and you were correct. you‘ve seen many, many walkers and have killed them all. the more gone, the less there are which means the easier to live. it was easy anyways, they were slow, anyone would be able to outrun them.

the two guys glance at each other, “how many people have you killed?”

“2.” you sigh, you didn’t know if they thought that’s bad or good.

“why?” he questions, not daring to look away.

“one of them tried to steal my supplies and the other one tried to kill me.” you didn’t want to die, you wanted to see how long this apocalypse would last and if the world will turn back to normal. there were very low chances of that happening but a girl can hope.

the two guys look at each other and nod, “come with us, we have a safe place you can stay.” your eyes lighten up. you did not expect that, your jaw dropped.

“seriously?” you ask, shock filling your expressions. the one with long, dark brown hair simply nods.

“the names daryl ‘nd thats rick.” he points his thumb in ricks direction.

“y/n.” you say, “let’s get to this place then.” you start walking ahead of them.

you didn’t make it to six steps before one of them spoke, “it’s this way.” rick points in the other direction.

“oh, okay.” you embarrassingly turned around and made your way to the correct direction.

_

“this is alexandria.” rick says, someone behind the gates dragged it open, revealing all the beautiful houses. just like before. the trees tall and thick, smiles on everyone’s faces, people doing daily jobs, families taking walks. just like before.

they gesture for you to go in first as you do so, “where did you find her…” you heard someone whisper from behind you, you turned around to see a girl with long, black hair and brown clear skin.

“we just came across her, she’s young, we can’t just leave her.” rick whispers back, you noticed daryl wasn’t there anymore. you turn around to look where he disappeared off to. you saw him walking off into the distance, he’s probably not that sociable. “so,” you were bought out of your thoughts, rick started walking off so you followed where he was going, “i’ll get my son to show you around since there’s other work to be done here, everybody has a job. you need to contribute to help us move forward, if you have a problem with that you can happily leave.” he glances down at you. “you can help sort the food out, make sure equal amounts go to each household, go on a run and find weapons or food, planting to grow our own vegetables, sorting out supplies, making sure that each house have toilet paper, towels, all the essentials.” you nod as you heard him list everything. planting sounds the best to you but sorting out supplies brings you more satisfaction.

as you walk across the road, many people wave and smile at rick. he returns them all, putting his thumbs up at everyone whilst smiling as well.

“carl!” he shouts, a boy with long, brown hair turns around. he was wearing a cowboy hat and a flannel shit unbuttoned with a white shirt beneath. “this is y/n, you need to show her around. show her how the different jobs work around here, each area and also her own house.” rick explains. you get your own house?! woah this is gonna be fun

carl looks down at you. you weren’t incredibly smaller than him, just reaching about his eye length. “yeah, okay dad.” rick walks off going to do whatever. “so, how old are you.” carl asks, you follow wherever he’s going.

“16.”

“seriously? me too.” carl chuckles. it wasn’t funny. you thought. you raised your eyebrows quickly, giving a close lipped smile just to be supportive to him. “do you have any siblings.” what do you think? if i did, they would be by my side. you hesitate to answer, you didn’t know if you good trust these people. this whole place was too good to be true. to be honest, you didn’t remember if you had any. your mind went blank. you look up to see carl staring right down at you, carl could sense that you were probably scared. “hey-“ before carl could say anything else he was interrupted by some girl. she has brown hair and fair skin.

“carl, judith is crying for somebody. i can’t find your dad or michonne.” the girl has a worried expression on her face. “who’s this?” she points towards you. she looks you up and down, daringly. you crossed your arms.

“enid, this is y/n. y/n this is enid.” carl says, swaying from side to side slightly with his hands in his pockets. “i’ll be there soon, i want to finish showing y/n around.”

“oh, okay. be quick.” enid smiles up at carl, then looks at you and walks away.

“anyways, let me show you where we do the planting.” carl says, he walks next to you, side by side. he brings you to an area with rows of soil and grass. carrots, lettuce, tomatoes, potatoes and more all growing. you could see that the lettuce were grown and somebody was removing them from their roots. another gardener was giving the soil water. water. you haven’t had fresh, clean water in a very long time. now you know what the first thing you would do, would be.

you space out, and it was very visible to carl. “hey,” he waved his hands in front of your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. “you good?” he looks concern. you just stared up at him, studying his features. your eyes started to blur, you felt…guilty. your family wasn’t here to share all these wonderful things. the amount of luck you had was impeccable. their bodies were decomposed, nothing left but a pile of bones. and here you were, bathing in all this sunshine and happiness. an accidental tear slipped down your face. “y/n, are you alright? what happened?” your head shot in carls direction, which was very close to your face. you hand immediately wipes off the tear that fell.

“can you just show me my house.” you didn’t dare look at carl, already embarrassed from crying right in front of him. why did you have to cry now?! you could’ve done it when nobody was in sight, were nobody would see or judge you. carl felt bad for you, but had no clue why you were upset. he knew that the best thing to do was just show you were your new home would be.

“this way…” he walks ahead of you this time, thinking that this all startled you or it’s too much to take in right now. i mean, he understands at some angle, and he knows everyone would react differently. he just didn’t expect crying, but all to their own. he occasionally did check behind him to see if you were behind him and didn’t just walk off. “here.” you reach the house, looking up to see chairs sitting out. you walk up the stairs, turning around and looking at the rest of the houses, all so beautiful. carl opens the door, letting you go in first. you enter in, turning on the light switch. all the furniture, nice and neat. not a speck of dirt anywhere. sunshine beaming into the room, you love it. “hope you like it.” were the last words you hear from carl before you heard the door shut. you walked around the house your house. the thought of not needing to pay for the house, and owning a house at your young house surprised you! you ran your finger against the kitchen counters, marble. you continue to look around the house, all this made you so happy.

-

the next morning came, and you open the drawers to see fresh sets of clothing. you put them on, not needing to shower since you took one last night. you enter your bathroom to see…perfumes? two perfumes. you spray it on your clothes, quite nice. you heard a knock on the door, you travel down the stairs and open the door to see…carl standing there.

“hi y/n.” he gleams at you, “you feeling better today?” carl asks, your heart warms when he asked you that. maybe you could actually trust them…or at least carl.

“yeah, much better. that shower really made my mood go up.” you smile, carl chuckles. you weren’t lying, that hot shower really did it for you. finally feeling clean is the best thing you could hope for, especially in a apocalypse.

“that’s really good,” he smiles, “but it’s time for your job…since gardening was the only thing you saw, do you want that as your chore?”

“okay.” you didn’t mind gardening, in fact, you were going to choose it regardless. it was calming and peaceful and quiet, and not tiring. plus, it was fun.

“hey, uh, you should know that you can trust us…” carl looks down at the floor, shy. he looks back up at you not taking your eyes off of him. “ look, i know this must be scary for you, to be alone in this word, but you’re safe, now. you can trust us, we’ll - I WILL keep you safe.” carl spoke confidently. your gaze on carl softened, he was pure in the heart. “my dad told me that people you’ve met before coming here have treated you disgustingly, but i can assure you, that will not happen. nobody will be nasty to you, treat you wrong. you’re safe here, i’ll be your personal bodyguard.”

you giggle, carls eyes lightens as he sees you laugh. the most beautiful laugh he has ever heard. “you’ll be my personal bodyguard?” you laugh, you like the thought of having carl be one. you can trust him, can’t you. it’ll take time for him to fully gain your trust, and carl knew that.

-

a/n: she’s a long one, wasn’t she? i need to start putting this much effort into my next ones. hope you enjoyed!! (my longest fic) not proofread!

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Wash Away the Pain #4 - Wrecker

Following the devastating loss of Tech, Wrecker can’t help but feel like it’s his fault. If only he’d been stronger. Thankfully, you’re there to remind him that strength isn't just about physical power.

Pairing: Wrecker x gn!reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: whump, guilt, angst, reassurance, grief and mourning, discussion around Tech's sacrifice *sobs*, hopeful ending.

A/N: I was heavily inspired by these gorgeous drawings by @thattoothpick.

This is part of a mini-series where each of our boys will get their angsty shower time.

Each can be read as a standalone or as a continuation. Check out the others in the series: Echo, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair.

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Wrecker’s hands tremble as he turns on the shower. The water sputters into life, falling onto his head, rolling down his body, mixing with the tears he doesn’t bother trying to stop.

Cid had betrayed them.

The Empire had Omega.

Tech was gone.

He hadn’t been strong enough.

The thought spirals through his mind, threatening to crush him under its weight.

A hand on his back startles him, but he doesn’t need to turn to know who it belongs to. Over the years, your touch had become as familiar to him as how to diffuse or detonate a bomb. He leans forward, forehead resting against the cool shower tiles in your shared home on Pabu – all of you under one roof. After suffering such losses, you’d all retreated here – to grieve, search, and plan.

Water sluices down his broad back, chasing away the lingering grime, neck brace removed as the bacta shots work their magic. “It’s my fault he’s gone.” Wrecker murmurs, eyes closing.

You step closer to Wrecker, your hand continuing to offer a comforting presence on his back. You’d been with them throughout the war and now beyond it. What had started as you being their nat-born medic, thanks to their inability to get along with regs, had grown into friendship. 

You’d never seen Wrecker so upset before. Yes, he’d cried before – either at sad films or the one time he’d accidentally hurt you after you’d administered a shot – but usually, he was the happiest of your boys, the one cracking jokes and making everyone smile.

The running water fills the silence between you two, the rhythmic beating echoing the heavy thoughts that occupy both of your minds. Your clothes are soaked, but you don’t care, and Wrecker’s nudity doesn’t bother you either – after so long, you were desensitised to seeing the boys in varying states of undress. “No, Wreck, it’s not your fault.” You say softly, the warmth in your voice cutting through the cold atmosphere of despair. “We all knew the risks. Tech knew them, too. We can’t blame ourselves for what happened. He made the decision so we could all get away safely.”

You’re barely holding yourself together, heart hurting beyond measure at losing him and then having Omega snatched from right under your nose, but you can’t let those feelings out yet. Your boys need you.

Wrecker doesn’t respond immediately, but his body tenses. His guilt is palpable, a heavy burden that threatens to drown him even in the cleansing flow of the shower. You move your hand up to his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “He wouldn’t want you blaming yourself.” You continue. “Tech was smart. He knew the risks and believed in what we were fighting for. You can’t carry this weight alone.”

Wrecker’s shoulders slump, and he lets out a heavy sigh. The water droplets catch the dim light in the small bathroom, glistening on his skin. The loss of Tech is a wound that cuts deep into the heart of your found family, and the pain is shared among all of you. “Should’ve been stronger. Should’ve kept hold of that railcar for longer. Argued with ’im to climb back up.”

You shake your head, even though he can’t see it. “Wreck, you did everything you could. We were outnumbered, and the situation was impossible. Blaming yourself won’t bring Tech back, and it won’t help Omega. And I know he wouldn’t want us to dwell on this; he’d want us to focus on finding her and Crosshair.”

Wrecker turns around, facing you, his eyes filled with sorrow and anger. “But he’s gone ’cause of me. ’Cause I wasn’t strong enough.”

You gently cup his face, forcing him to meet your gaze. “No, Wrecker. You were strong. You are strong. The Empire took advantage of our vulnerability, but that doesn’t make it your fault.”

“But I wasn’t strong enough.” Wrecker protests, a rare flick of anger in his eyes directed at himself – never at you.

You brush your thumb across Wrecker’s cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “Losing Tech wasn’t because you weren’t strong enough. It’s because the Empire is ruthless. Strength isn’t just about physical power, Wreck. You have a strength that goes beyond that. You care deeply for your brothers, and you’ve shown incredible resilience in the face of adversity.”

Wrecker looks down, his fists clenching and unclenching, catching the sight of Tech’s broken goggles around your neck. You’d slipped them on after escaping Ord Mantell, vowing that they would stay there for the rest of time. “I miss ’im,” Wrecker whispers.

The words cut through you like a knife, and you can’t suppress the distressed noise that leaves you. You pull Wrecker into a tight embrace, letting the water from the shower cascade over both of you. The shared grief is a heavy burden, but you find solace in each other’s presence in that moment. “We all miss him, Wrecker.” You say, voice barely above a whisper. “But we can’t let that grief consume us. We must honour Tech’s memory by continuing the fight, finding Omega and Crosshair and bringing them home.”

Wrecker nods, his strong arms wrapping around you in return.

Your hands gently rub his back. “We’ll find Omega and Cross and bring them back here. We owe it to Tech to keep going, to make sure his sacrifice wasn’t in vain.”

Wrecker holds onto you as if he could anchor himself in the storm of emotions. “It’s not your fault.” You reiterate. The words hang in the air, a mantra you repeat softly as if hoping they’ll seep into Wrecker’s heart and ease his burden.

As you stand there, embraced by the warmth of the water and each other, you can feel a subtle shift in Wrecker’s demeanour. His grip on you tightens, not out of desperation, but as a silent acknowledgement of the shared resolve to persevere.

“We’ll get ’em back,” Wrecker says, his voice determined. “And when we do, we’re gonna make the Empire pay for what they’ve done.”

You nod in agreement, your resolve firm. “We will, Wreck. The fight isn’t over, not as long as we’re still breathing.”

The water from the shower begins to lose its scalding heat, but neither of you moves. The physical warmth is nothing compared to the emotional support you provide for each other. After a while, Wrecker finally loosens his grip, and you step back, looking at each other with a shared understanding. The grief is still lingering like a shadow, but it’s tempered by the determination to press on.

“We should join Hunter and Echo.” You suggest, reaching for a nearby towel. “We need to regroup and plan our next move.”

Wrecker nods, and you both dry off and get dressed. You glance at Tech’s broken goggles around your neck in the fresher mirror. The weight of the memories associated with them is both a comfort and a painful reminder.

Together, you exit the fresher, ready to face the challenges ahead. Hunter and Echo are in the living room, reviewing data they’ve gathered from Rex’s network, their expressions a mix of sadness and determination.

You share a look with Wrecker. Your family might be battered and mourning, but they are far from defeated. You’ll find Omega and Crosshair, bring them home, and find sanctuary here on Pabu, away from the tyranny of the Empire.

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[flowerbetweenfangs]

Marked by the Moon: Part 03

This is part of an ongoing story. You can read the previous part here!

Originally posted on A03.

Sunlight came in through the blinds. Groaning, Carmen covered her face and rolled over, pressing against Esau. He was snoring lightly, his hand grabbing hers even in slumber. She couldn’t help but smile. 

Everything was sore, but she didn’t care. The scent of sex and sweat lingered in the air. Carmen leaned over and kissed his scratchy cheek. The corners of his lips curled up, and he cracked an eye open, rolling to face her. 

“You’re looking better.” He released her hand. Stroking her cheek with his thumb, he sighed, the grin remaining. Even without being able to smell it, Carmen could feel the contentment rolling off him. 

“Feel better.” She slicked her hair back, still damp with sweat. 

Sitting up, Carmen threw back the blankets. Esau curled into the fetal position, wrapping his arms around himself and shivering. It almost made Carmen laugh. He’d slept in the cave no problem, but her apartment was too cold? 

The thought didn’t even fill her with fear anymore. So lost and alone… 

She then felt a pit of emptiness in the corner of her mind. It was quickly squashed, but she clung to him, burying her face into the curve of his neck, inhaling his scent. He wrapped his arms around her. 

“I gotta shower.” Sighing, she traced her lips over his collarbone and planted a kiss on his jaw. He groaned, sighing and picking his phone up off the floor. 

Her room was a wreck. Everything had been knocked off her dresser, nightstand, and there were scratch marks along the wall. Although it was hard to say which one of them it came from. There was no way she was going to get the security deposit back. Hopefully, the landlord wouldn’t hound her for a pet deposit. 

In the safety of the bathroom, Carmen took note of the hickeys and scratches covering her skin. Lik she was in her college years all over again. She’d have to wear something with a high collar. 

As the water ran, she lingered in the doorway and watched Esau as he continued to scroll through his phone. Sighing, he rubbed his face, picking up the blankets to preserve his modesty and leaving the bedroom. 

She heard Peter’s voice through the open door. Growling, she retreated into the bathroom and closed the door, letting the shower drown out the conversation. 

As the water ran over her, she felt the sting and allowed it to wake her up. She’d have to go back to the clinic. What would she even say? Anna would probably pry, and if she caught sight of the bruises… 

The shower rustled. Esau poked his head in. 

“Room for two?” 

She pressed herself against the wall and he stepped in. Wrapping his arms around her shoulders, he pressed his forehead against hers, pulling them both into the path of the showerhead. The rolling water made it hard to pick up on the scent he was giving off. 

“Keep… In touch, alright?” He stared at her shampoo, squinting to read the labels, brows raising at the names. “How can you stand this?” 

“Hey, I grew up with it.” She sighed. “What did Peter want?” 

“Can it wait until after we’re done?” He rubbed his face. “And can I borrow a razor?” 

“Of course.” She turned away, picking up her soap and sniffing it, trying to think of a scent that wouldn’t offend his nose. She’d have to go shopping soon. 

The thought gave her pause. Did that mean she wanted him to come over more? Surely he couldn’t come fuck her brains out every time she caught a case of the sniffles. Not that she would mind… But… 

He planted a kiss on her shoulder, his hardening cock rubbing against her thigh. 

“How long does the hot water last here?” Lips ran from her shoulder, to the nape of her neck, then to the other side. 

“I’ve got to be at the clinic in an hour!” Her whine turned into a moan. Praying that her anti-slip mat would live up to its name, she found herself bending over and pressing against the wall. The walls were freezing, despite the hot water, and she found herself backing into him. 

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He assured her. “You can tell me ‘no’ whenever you want.” 

She turned to face him. His hands encircled her waist, pulling them close together. 

“I’m assuming you don’t do this with other members of the pack?” 

Esau snorted. “No.” He leaned down and kissed her hair. “Just you.” 

***

Carmen stumbled into the clinic five minutes before it opened, hair still damp from the shower. Anna sighed and rubbed her face, slurping gas station coffee. She looked startled, shaking her head and doing a double-take. 

“Well, welcome back to the land of the living.” She offered Carmen a can of coffee. 

“Feels good.” Taking the can, Carmen opened it, the scent mingling with her activities from that morning. Her cheeks flushed and she hoped Anna wouldn’t smell it. 

The day seemed to drag on, with Anna being her usual cheerful self. Carmen looked at the ultrasound of the Chihuahua she was treating. A usual customer, but she was surprisingly calm under Carmen’s hands. 

“Congrats.” She told the owner. “It’s puppies.” Pulling out a picture, she showed the collection in the womb. “Just be careful. She’ll know what to do, but make sure there’s somewhere safe for her to have the litter and it’s secure.” 

Once Princess was secure in her carrier, the owner thanked her, their daughter cheering at the “Mommy” her dog was going to become. 

Watching them leave, Carmen wondered if getting a pet would help relieve the ache she’d felt panging inside her since Esau had left. They said it was supposed to be up to Diana, but part of her wanted… 

What exactly? 

She had just barely comprehended her condition. It made sense to stick with another werewolf, but Esau? 

She tried to imagine herself with Max, but the image fizzled out before she could even finish the thought. And Peter just made her want to punch a hole in the front desk. 

‘I won’t lose control like that again…’ 

“You wanna go out, or just chill?” Anna asked, breaking her way into Carmen’s thoughts. “I know you just got better…” 

Sighing, Carmen shrugged. The thought of going out was… Off putting. If she was going out, it should be with her pack… Right? 

The broken plate flashed through her mind. Nick’s ring stabbing into her shoulder, the worried looks and concerned faces. Despite it all, she was different now. But… That didn’t mean she had to give up her old life completely, just make some adjustments.

 Her phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she saw a notification from Max. Raising a brow, she opened it. 

‘I know you don’t like him. But call Peter.’ 

Rolling her eyes, Carmen looked at the clock as the door opened. 

Peter could wait.

“Sure. We can go out.” She blurted, before putting on her cheeriest customer service face and greeting the new arrival. 

“Good, because Nick and Mae were worried about you.” 

Carmen tried to not let her surprise show. 

***

Once she’d clocked out, Carmen reluctantly pulled out her phone and stared at Peter’s message. Sighing, she hollered at Anna to go ahead to the bar and then hit the call button. Sitting in her car, she listened to it ring. 

“I was wondering when you’d call.” No greeting, just straight to the point.

Carmen growled, and she could hear him let out a surprised whimper at the sound. She thought about how she’d brought Esau to his knees. Swallowing, she hoped wherever Peter was didn’t have too many people around. 

“What do you want?” She tried to keep the irritation out of her voice, watching Anna pull out of the parking lot. She checked her eyes in the mirror. They looked normal. 

“Look, I know you don’t like me. But… I wanted to let everyone know.” He audibly swallowed, voices echoing in the background of where he was. So, he was around people. Great. 

“There were people hanging around outside E’s apartment last night.” There was shuffling, and Peter’s voice dropped in volume. “I… Know it doesn’t sound serious, but I couldn’t smell them for shit.” 

Carmen frowned. “Well, humans don’t smell like wolves-” 

“You know we can pick up scents humans can’t,” Peter said urgently. “These people didn’t smell like anything.” 

Carmen frowned, wondering if this was what Esau had been told in the morning. Their little session had run longer than expected, so they’d rushed from her apartment with little more than a quick goodbye.

“I know I’m a problem pup.” Peter sighed. “But… Just be careful, okay?” 

“Alright.” Carmen sighed. “But… Just behave yourself a little better. It might make people believe you when shit like this happens.” She rubbed her brow with the phone. 

“Look. I know there’s a lot.” He whispered, voice echoing in her car through the speaker. “But… With werewolves… Come hunters.” Even without a scent, the worry coming through the phone was palpable. 

“What?” She gripped the steering wheel tightly, looking around the parking lot. That was something that should have come up sooner. She’d have to ask Esau about it later. But then again… Had that been what Esau was alluding to with Peter getting himself killed? 

“They’re more common in areas where packs run wild.” He quickly explained. “But… There still might be some skulking about. They like to hide their scents, so we don’t smell them coming. So, by the time we know they’re here…”

He sighed. “Look, even I know not to fuck with them, okay?”  

Was this what Esau meant by Peter getting himself killed? Had they taken down the previous leader of the pack? The thoughts ran together, making Carmen’s mind buzz. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pulled the phone away, hanging up. 

Putting her forehead to the steering wheel, Carmen stared blankly ahead. 

Being a werewolf seemed to get better and better. 

Sighing, she started to drive. 

*** 

Carmen lingered in the corner of the booth as Anna chatted, lost in her own thoughts. She mechanically nodded and faked the occasional smile, but her mind refused to engage. If anyone noticed, they were too polite to say so. 

“You wanna talk about a rough time?” Mae groaned, irritation and worry mixing in a repulsive aroma. “I have to keep my cats inside. Some crazy person is going around setting traps for the neighborhood pets. Even when I take them out on leashes, I have to be careful.” She shook her head. “What kind of sicko hurts animals?” 

“You’d be surprised,” Anna grumbled. “That’s terrible.” She looked over to Carmen, noticing her sudden interest. 

“The police are looking into it but, sadly, animals aren’t as high of a priority as human victims.” Nick shrugged, twisting his ring around as he spoke. He stared down at his drink, the air tepid from his barely bridled anger. “I saw on the news a little kid almost got taken away by what his parents thought was a coyote. It only got hold of his pajamas, thank God.” 

Carmen frowned, looking up from her drink. “When did this happen?” 

“A couple of weeks ago.” Nick shrugged. “You didn’t see it on the news?” He winced. “I mean… Makes sense if you were sick.” There was a scent underneath, one he was trying to repress.

 She tried to not be obvious about her sniffing, but it was hard to pick up much more than the food and drinks that had been placed on the table. When she’d barely picked up on it again, she realized that she’d nearly leaned over the tabletop to try to get another whiff. 

Swallowing, Carmen frowned. “I…” She rubbed her forehead, the events rattling together. “I guess not.” Lacing fingers together, she rested her chin on the back of her hands. “Still, at least the kid was okay. Sorry to hear about the animals.” 

“It’s okay. At least we know to come to you or Anna if things get bad!” Mae tried to force a smile, but there was still worry in her voice. 

Carmen’s phone buzzed. Pulling it out, she recognized Esau’s normal shorthand texting. 

“Dnnr?” Followed by a picture of a plate and wine glasses at some fancy restaurant. The wine swirled in the glasses in a repetitive cycle, showing itself to be only a GIF.

She tried to hide her flustered face and quickly put the phone away. 

‘With werewolves, come hunters…’ 

“We’re thinking about going on a camping trip. One last hurrah before summer ends,” Mae interjected. “My friends out there know a place where I can get some stuff for the necklaces.” She mimed twisting a piece of jewelry around her throat. 

“God, I haven’t been camping in forever!” Anna laughed. “You sure it will be safe?” 

“Yeah. My sister will be in town. She can watch Dumb and Doofus until I get back.” She paused, then looked at Carmen. “That’s… Not their real names, I promise.” 

“I had a dog named “Horse” growing up.” Carmen shrugged, forcing a smile. “And you’d be surprised what people come through with their pets being named.” 

“You should come.” Nick prodded, earning him a confused look from Anna and Mae. A hint of jealousy flared from Mae, and more confusion from Anna. “I know it’s last minute, but we always have a blast with this kinda stuff. We’re going to head out on the 16th.” 

Pulling out her phone Carmen scrolled and did a quick search, seeing it was on the weekend of the next full moon. The horrific image of her changing into a wolf and tearing them all apart made her feel cold. Blinking rapidly, she sighed, putting her phone away. 

“Sorry, I’ve already got plans.” Anna gave her a funny look, but shrugged. 

“Well, if they fall through.” Nick made a clicking noise with his tongue and gave a non committal shrug. Carmen’s eyes went to his hands, seeing the silver ring. Her shoulder throbbed at the sight, and she found herself drawing back and rubbing it. 

“Yeah.” Mae lightly punched Nick in the shoulder. “You can’t spring this kinda stuff last minute, dummy.” She forced a smile, insecurity rolling off her. Carmen wrinkled her nose and tried to hide it by burying her face in her phone, staring at Esau’s message. Were they even dating? She didn’t want to ask and put them both in an awkward spot. 

Had Anna mentioned it and she’d missed it?

No… She couldn’t smell them on one another the way she could with herself and Esau. 

After half an hour, Carmen paid for her food and excused herself. When she got in her car, she thought of the day’s events, feeling dizzy. The loneliness started to rear its ugly head again, and she found herself calling Esau. 

“Hey.” He sounded guarded, rustling broke up the connection. She could hear him moving away from somewhere. 

“I have some food, but you still want to hang out?” 

***

The full moon came, and Carmen arrived at the reserve. She could feel the itch to run, the urge to hunt. Her nose took in almost every scent, making her feel almost overwhelmed. Sitting on the hood of her car, she stared at the fence. Had it really only been a month since she had first been with the pack? 

Max’s car pulled up and he stepped out, flinching and waving his hand in the air. 

“Hi, Carmen.” He shook his head. 

“Sorry.” She frowned and shifted to squeeze her legs shut. It probably wouldn’t help or fix anything. 

“No worries.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “You finally going to turn tonight?” 

She frowned, looking at her hands and flexing her fingers. She expected some hair growth, maybe her nails growing longer or tougher, but nothing seemed to have changed. Although the scratch mark had started to ache. 

Diana had been absent from her dreams. And the thought of the pack brought a strange comfort… but it was followed up by a strange hollowness. 

“I want to.” She frowned, remembering them running around. “Does it hurt?” 

“It does the first few times. And you’ll be super hungry.” Max admitted, “Because your body has just done a lot of growing and changing in a short amount of time. You know how toddlers and babies are always hungry? Kind of like that.” He looked flustered at the talk of children. 

“Maybe a little scared, too, but the rest of the pack will soothe you. And… You know, be able to smack you around if you get out of hand.” He forced a laugh, which died off when Carmen didn’t join him.

“You’re about as safe as you can be in this situation.” He said, expression serious. 

Carmen thought of Peter’s broken body after being knocked off the cliffside. Shuddering, she tried to put the image out of her mind. No. It would all go smoothly. They were going in without any surprises. 

“It’s weird.” She looked up at the moon. “I was kind of dreading it, but seeing it now…” She reached up, hands closing on the empty air. “It’s really pretty.” 

Esau pulled up in an SUV, with Peter leaping out the instant it stopped. He twitched and scratched at himself, red lines and scabs covering his face. When he saw Carmen, his nostrils flared, but he quickly averted his eyes and looked the other way. 

“Looks like we’re all here.” Esau said when he got out. “I haven’t caught any new scents or heard about any recent additions to nearby packs.” He looked at Carmen, and she could see the flash in his eyes that sent a chill up her body. There was a hint of a smile on his lips, before he shook his head and looked at the rest of the pack, remembering his role. 

“Since we’re all here, let’s go.” His movements were stiff as they began to move. 

“Cafeteria is packed.” Max said as they walked. “Sorry Carmen, I wasn’t sure about your size. So, I kinda guessed.” He looked sheepish.

Carmen scratched the back of her head, feeling embarrassed. “I should have told you, we’ve just been so busy with the clinic…” Thankfully there had been no animals caught in traps like Mae had discussed, but the last few weeks of summer brought in a lot of fights and various animals being bitten or injured by an unknown attacker. No more wolves, though. 

Peter moved ahead, his body already twisting as hair sprouted on his visible skin. 

“Hey!” Esau warned. “Peter!” 

With that, the younger wolf bolted. 

Carmen gaped, barely able to blink as he ran by, and stared after him as he vanished through the front gates of the reserve. 

“I’ll get him.” Max had thrown his clothes into a bag. He carried it in his mouth as he took off after Peter. The brief view of his profile showed his jawline and nose lengthening into a snout.

“Max!” Esau hollered after him, but sighed when the other man vanished as fur sprouted all over him. “Am I losing my touch?”

“You’re going to lose them.” Carmen walked over and squeezed his hand, secretly glad he had stayed with her. Even so, there was no telling what Peter would do if allowed to run free like a wild animal.

“Go on, I’ll catch up.”

“I want to be with you for the first time.” Esau shook his head as they walked. Even now, silver had started to grow all over him. He sheepishly scratched the back of his head and winced apologetically. “I know you’ve been preparing, but doing is a completely different thing.”  

“I know.” Carmen looked at the scratch marks on her arm. They’d long since scabbed over, but a silvery scar remained. She ran her fingers over the raised surface, feeling the longing of the wolf claw its way toward her mind.

Wincing, she growled and ground her teeth. Her fingernails had grown opaque and lengthened, curling over the tips. The scents of the forest and reserve had grown stronger, calling out to the new blood that ran through her veins.

Throwing back her head, she let out a howl to join nature’s song. Her throat opened more, and a strange noise came from it. Something between a scream of ecstasy and a creature’s cry. It made her ears itch, the repressed wolf twisting itself through her core.

IwantoutIwantoutIwantout. Run. Bewithpack. Chase. Hunt. Findmate.

“We should head in there soon.” Carmen’s voice came out in a growl. She could see Esau wince and stand at attention, not breaking his gaze with her.

“Let’s.” Esau took her hand. His own was already twisted, joints and knuckles protruding as they shifted around to make room for paws and claws.

By the time they’d gone through the gates, he was already on all fours. Loping ahead, he let out a regal howl that sent a chill up her spine, and fanned desire between her legs. This was her mate, the leader of the pack, calling out to let the others know of his arrival.

Closing the gates behind her, she let out a howl of her own. It wasn’t nearly as loud, but creatures in the trees shook. Animals in their dens began to chatter or fell silent. The forest came alive with her announcement.

Peter and Max responded with their own howls, farther away.

Come to us! We’re ready for you!

Dropping on all fours, she felt drool seep out between her parted lips as the scent of food hit her. Prey. Running. Trying to hide but failing.

Her eyes adjusted to the dark. While it wasn’t as bright as day, she could run around without having to second guess every step. Bright fur grew on the back of her hands. She couldn’t tell the exact color, but it wasn’t black.

 Her paws hit the soil, and it was like a bolt of lightning hit her. The new stance made her waver, but a tail between her legs balances her out.

She was home, and she was free! Diana would be proud to have another member of her loyal pack. She sprinted ahead, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Heading to the cliff, she stopped at the ledge. The rest of the pack was below, staring up at her. She sniffed the air, inhaling the scent of Max, Peter, and Esau.

She could smell herself all over him. The scent of mating and marking. Human. She needed their wolf odor to mingle, to show the rest of the pack their status. He was the leader, she his loyal mate.

Her stomach rumbled. The hunger hit her full force, and the wolf demanded to be fed. The moon had become full, and she should she.

Jumping off the cliff, she fell to the ground. Landing next to Esau, she buried her snout into his neck. He returned the gesture, sniffing at her fur and giving behind her ears a quick lick. They leaned against one another, staring at the rest of the wolves.

There were other howls as the others joined them. The scent of pack was strong. The night sang with their howls. They were one. As it was meant to be.

They hunted as a group, Esau at the front, Peter, Max, and Carmen behind them. The non shifting wolves brought up the rear, yipping and calling out the locations of the prey. It amazed her that the other animals didn’t hear hunger rumbling around in her stomach.

It was a feast of rabbits and birds. Esau dropped a fat rabbit in front of Carmen, nosing it toward her.

You need to keep your strength up. It will be a month before you can eat again. His tone was gentle, but firm. Speaking in a language she’d never heard, but understood every bit.

Carmen stared at the raw meat. The small human part of her should be protesting, but it had gone silent. So, she gorged. At the bones, she cracked them open and sucked out the marrow. The pelt that remained was baby soft, and she pawed at it.

“Tonight, we welcome a new member into the pack.” Esau barked, and the others howled in agreement with him. “Diana has given a blessing by placing a wolf inside her.”

“In more ways than one.” Peter grumbled before yelping when Max bit him on the scruff of his neck.

Carmen stood next to Esau, tail wagging side to side. She nosed at his chest, before panting and inhaling his scent. So many words passed between them without either speaking. The smell showed images of the clinic, the woods, the hunt, their time together at her apartment. Flashes that went by in an instant. Was this how the wolves saw all the time?

They sniffed one another for a few moments, then Esau rested his head on top of hers. Desire rolled off him as flashes of their previous encounters danced across Carmen’s mind. Bits of fluid had already started to drip from his sheath.

“Do you want to go somewhere more private?” She asked, licking the side of his face. Her body quaked at the thought. This time, they would mate properly. Even though they would have no pups, something in her mind craved the act.

Esau led her to the cave. Despite the time that had passed, she could still smell sex and fear inside it. She could remember the shaking gasps, the words that had rumbled out of his mouth, trying to make the process easier. Had it really been only a month since they had first met?

They weren’t able to kiss, but Esau licked her snout as if he was. Necks crossed, they let the warmth of one another’s body wash over them. The wolf sang in Carmen’s head, desire filling her every thought. She wanted Esau. They were creatures of Diana. Why not show the goddess what her blessing had wrought?

She bowed low, tail curled up around her hips. Presenting to Esau, she huffed and let her scent linger in the air.

His breath was on her as he nosed, then lapped at her soaking folds. Unlike the first time, there was no hesitation. His pleasured growl rumbled to her twisted hands. A few loose pieces of rock rattled around her as the noise echoed off stony walls.

Clenching her fists, she let out a satisfaction filled noise in return.

Grabbing her hips. Esau dug his claws in as he continued to lap up her wetness. His growls grew louder, and he shook his head from side to side to get in deeper. The tips of his nails tangled in her fur, bringing them even closer together.

Carmen moaned, the noise rolling in her throat and joining the cave’s cacophony. She spread her legs wider, bringing him from a kneel to almost a bow.

Esau huffed slightly and paused. His tongue moved agonizingly slow across her sex, warm breath making it tingle. Carmen’s whole body tingled, and she wriggled for him, batting him playfully with her tail.

But his pace stayed the same. Deep licks that plundered the depths she never knew were possible, only to slowly withdraw and let his breath roll over her. His hands moved from her hips to the cave floor as more fluid dripped from him.

There was a soft squelch as he fully slid out of his sheath. Carmen peered at him upside down. Heat coursed through her, and she attempted to grab the rocky ground to control her excitement. Small pebbles and grains came up in the motion, rubbing against her toughened palms. It would be a pain to get out later, or would it? How did dirt and the like work with fur?

It felt silly to think about such trivial things now, with Esau ready to enter her. And she huffed a lupine laugh.

The laughter didn’t put him off as he entered her. He slipped right in, filling her just right. Carmen’s back arched and she wiggled to pull him in all the way.

Esau took the hint, holding onto her hips and rocking his own. Then, his hands slammed on either side of her. His whole body formed an arch over hers as he thrust. She easily opened herself around him, despite feeling tight as a fist.

Their moans and the wet slaps of their act echoed off the cave walls. She could hear and smell the other members of the pack. Curiosity. Desire themselves. Slight disgust. And ultimately, a feeling of completeness as the hierarchy was established.

Images flashed before Carmen’s eyes.

The statue, staring up at the full moon, then a stony maiden running across the fields in the darkness, the silvery light acting as a guide. Black and white wolves surrounded her on all sides as she clutched a bow and aimed it up at the heavens.

Esau panted as he continued to thrust, filling her up and touching places she didn’t think were possible. Each motion prodded at her more feral side, and she growled playfully, legs shaking as they prepared for another climax.

She fired, bringing down a man made of stars. Black as the night sky, with white spots and lines running across his body. The maiden smiled at him, seeming to grow taller and age. She leaned forward. Before they could kiss, a golden arrow fired.

The orgasm came, hitting Carmen. Her legs collapsed out from under her. If she hadn’t been laying on the ground, she would have fallen over.

“Are you alright?” Esau slowed, reminding her of his licking earlier and how excruciating it had been.

“Keep going!” The wolf urged, her throat vibrating with the familiar commanding growl.

Esau nodded, adjusting his grip so she was laying on her side.

The starry spots glowed bright, and the woman threw a hand in front of her eyes to shield them as the constellation man exploded. When she lowered her arm, she looked back to see a crowd had formed, bows and weapons at the ready.

The maiden aimed and fired another silvery arrow, the tip blindingly white.

Heat rushed through Carmen and she howled as Esau went all the way inside her. She clamped down on his knot. She twitched around him, pleasure racking her. As she trembled, so did he. Streams emptied inside of her and onto the cave floor.

She shivered against the rock, and his gentle hands wrapped around her. His breath was still warm on her neck, but she found it comforting.

“It’s different as a wolf.” He rumbled against her, before closing his eyes and inhaling. “Did you see Diana?”

“I did.” Carmen’s legs shook, brushing against his testicles. Esau shivered and murmured a slight discomfort into her pointed ear. She spread her legs again, but he didn’t pull out. A few lazy thrusts followed, and she inhaled sharply, back arching as it started to twist and become more human.

What had she seen?

It had seemed more of a warning. What were those people trying to prevent by taking down the starry man? Was the woman Diana? Or some other leader of the pack?

They stayed on the floor, tangled in one another’s embrace. The only words exchanged between them were the pounding of one another’s heart.

Carmen closed her eyes and buried her face in his silvery fur. But she couldn’t shake the images from her mind.

Something to ask about in the morning when everything wasn’t so overstimulating.

[002yb]

Royalty Royalty royalltyyyyy

It’s been years since a kiss made Jason weak in the knees, since a man made his heart skip a beat and butterflies tickle his stomach. That it's Dick only makes sense—he was the last to steal Jason's breath; it's about damn time he came to give it back.

Three years and it felt like a lifetime; three years and it's like no time at all because Dick still kisses the same.

It makes Jason want to tease him, but the implication that Dick hasn't kissed anyone since Jason leaves his cheeks flushing hot; a pink stain that burns even the tips of his ears. That besides, what would it say about Jason that he remembers Dick's affections so well?

“To think an honorable knight would want to spend their homecoming with a common street whore.” Jason jokes, so breathless he feels lightheaded.

Through the press of their lips Jason feels Dick smile—feels the breath from his laughter, filled with wonder and awe.  It’s contagious; Jason can feel himself smiling, too.  Just as wonder struck, just as awed.

“Nothing honorable about me.” Dick says, not missing a beat as he kisses the corner of Jason’s mouth, the cut of his jaw and the line of his neck.  Pulling down the hood of Jason's cloak to expose the hickeys that line Jason's throat and leaving his claim over them—suck marks, bruises; a disparately chaste and tender peck to Jason's fluttering pulse before Dick is smiling again, "Nothing common about you."

Jason tries and fails to still his heart at the praise, distracted by Dick's sinful mouth and all of his languid, open-mouthed kisses. He'll make a mess of Jason; he always did. His other patrons always hated it, but to hell with them. It's been three years. Jason wants to walk away from this encounter wrecked; he wants to be leaking for the next man to see—wants everyone that has him after to know that Dick had him first and fucked him better.

In a broken, gasping voice, Jason teases, “So you say, but you’re the one who 'single-handedly' ended a war.  Marched dead men out from a slaughter and back to their home and families.”

“Is that what they’re saying?” Dick asks, distracted as he gets Jason off on nothing but the low pitch of his voice and the span of his hands along Jason's hips.

“Mhm.” Jason hums. “Rumor has it you even brought the gods to their knees.”

“I’d much rather bring you to yours.” Dick quips, pulling back just enough to smirk at Jason, and it's here that Jason sees how three years have changed Dick. Three years of fighting a war not his own, made to bleed in the colors of the Court -a prisoner to king and country- and Dick's once steady hands tremble, that persisting light in his eyes a flickering, fading thing.

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This AU is a mess because it's a little grand for where my skills are. Also, this is actually a fantasy story with magic and yet there's no mention of it anywhere yet because this was also a rough draft of a more intimate scene and I was supposed to go back and edit but whoops ahhhhhahaha. But let it be known, Dick + gravity magic!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ And I haven't written it properly, but:

While these two are making out and fooling around? They're actually tucked away in an alcove. And the 'Court' is partially flooded (because Dick's gravity magic drew the ocean closer over the years he was kept there), so they're standing in shallow water and because Dick is all happy there's supposed to be water pulled up around them and water drops being all pretty and ahhhhhhhh

In the same happy vibes as above, Dick making them both weightless because he's so at peace ;U;

Like Jason actually startling a bit and snickering because Dick's magic gives away how happy he is. Jason finding some relief in that - that it's not just him.

Also, during the war: monstrous!Dick Grayson who bore down on everything and devastated entire cities ///u///

Another detail - the excessive use of magic staining Dick's fingers/hands black because idc what anyone says that's peak character design ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

WIP Game

[rednightmar3]

HALLOWEEN (PT 3)

the last part! there’s more to their story, but this is the end of the halloween story. oh also tw for vomiting

Duff woke first, eyes opening slowly and blinking the sleep out of them. The first thing he noticed was a big poof ball of hair in his eyes, and realized that he was holding Slash. He let go, scooting away quickly and assessing the damage.

Okay, what do we remember from last night?

Halloween party, check, spin-the-bottle, check, wait… there was a closet too but I can’t remember anything after that.

He reached up to wipe his eyes and felt that they were crusty with tears. He picked them off his eyelashes, running his hands up and down his face.

Why the fuck was I crying last night? Also, why can’t I remember anything? I didn’t drink anything at all, so that leaves a few things but taking the crying into account I think I might’ve had a really bad panic attack and that explains why Slash is here.

This had happened twice before to Duff, once at school when he found out his friend had killed himself, and another when Duff nearly crashed his car on ice just at the beginning of this year. That also explains why I’m in the same bed as Slash.

It was as if the thought had awoken Slash, and he jumped up and rolled out of the bed, sprinting out of the room. Duff watched him with a confused expression, before jumping up to follow him when he heard him retching from the bathroom. He found Slash on his knees in front of the toilet, gripping the seat and vomiting pure liquid puke. “Fuck, how much did you drink last night?” Duff’s voice was raspy, it was difficult to tell whether it was from just waking up or from the panic attack. Slash just glanced up at him, nodding his head before turning back and vomiting again.

Duff pulled the hair from his face, gently pulling it into a ponytail from one that he grabbed from Slash’s wrist. He soothingly rubbed his back, wincing as he dry heaved. “Do you need me to get you some water?” Slash nodded, resting his cheek on the toilet bowl. “Yeah, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low with sleep and raspy with sickness. “Don’t apologize, it’s okay.” That sentence seemed to ring a bell in Duff’s mind, a fleeting glimmer of a memory landing just on the edge of his brain. He couldn’t reach it, but it would come to him soon.

Duff stood, leaving the bathroom to go to the kitchen to get Slash water. Duff surveyed the house, trash and bodies everywhere. The living room was a wreck, bottles and wrappers strewn around. There was even a puke spot on the couch, and he saw Axl desperately running around, picking up every piece of trash he could reach. Izzy was passed out on the loveseat, a random chick facedown on the floor a few feet away. Still no sign of Steven, but he recognized a guy from last night sitting up under the table, groaning as he clutched his head.

A girl was curled up behind a couch, snoring loudly. Axl kicked her, waking her with a shout, and he turned to the guy under the table and grabbed his wrist. “Get up, fuckhead, you all gotta go!” Duff watched from the bottom of the stairs as Axl frantically woke everyone that was still there up, picking up bottles and shit in the process. Duff moved to the kitchen, catching Axl’s attention. “Dude, help me clean, my parents are gonna be here in two hours!” Duff glanced over at the clock, reading ten in the morning, and then turned back to the sink and grabbed a cup from the cabinet next to it. “I’ll help you later, I gotta help Slash first.” Axl just groaned, sliding past Duff and grabbing a garbage bag.

He filled up the cup, turning back to the stairs. As he was walking up them, Steven’s girl, Adriana, ran down past him. “Bye, Duff!” Duff waved, and passed Stevie in the hallway. “Hey Stevie, had fun last night?” Steven just nodded, smiling. “Yeah, until you walked in on us! Mood killer!” Duff’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but couldn’t get a further explanation as Steven ran past him. He returned to the bathroom, finding Slash curled up in a ball by the toilet.

He crouched down next to him, gently removing the stray hairs from his face. Slash sat up, and took the water from Duff, taking small sips. “Thanks.” His voice sounded better already, and he cleared his throat before spitting into the toilet. Duff sat against the wall next to it as Slash moved next to him. “Do you remember anything from last night?” Slash asked, massaging his feet from wearing heels all night for the first time. Duff shook his head, and Slash just laughed softly, standing up to wipe the makeup off his face. “Me neither, dude, I’ve never drank that much before!” Duff stood with him, standing next to him as he wet a towel and wiped at his face. “I didn’t drink anything, but I still don’t remember a thing. Actually, I think I had a panic attack and that’s why, do you remember that?”

Slash froze, staring into the mirror. “No, but I can kind of remember you freaking out. I can’t remember about what, though.” That was a lie, Duff asking about the panic attack brought back the whole night, mainly in little clips but enough to piece together that Duff had kissed him, he had liked it, Duff had a really bad panic attack, and he then fell asleep in the same bed as him. Slash was still, not gay. Duff looked like a woman anyways, so that’s why he enjoyed it.

Duff washed the eyeliner off of his face and took off the small coating of lipstick he was wearing as well. “I’ll probably remember later.” Slash agreed, trying not to make eye contact for fear of giving himself away.

They found Axl’s room, digging through his closet to find pants for both of them and a shirt for Slash.

They went down to help Axl clean, Duff being assigned to the Puke Patch as they were dubbing it, and Slash being assigned every other stain left from the party. Duff struggled to get rid of the Puke Patch, running to the store to grab professional cleaning supplies.

He stepped into the cleaning aisle, and a very familiar song started to play from the speakers. “Led Zeppelin,” he muttered, then stopped in the middle of the aisle. “Holy shit.” It came back in a flash, bursts of memories. His hand sliding up Slash’s thigh, having his first kiss with his best friend, pure unfiltered terror, and then possibly one of the worst panic attacks of his life. He froze, his gaze stuck to the bottle of stain remover in his hand. He remembered Slash coming in, then talking about Led Zep before he fell asleep.

Another memory surfaced, him waking up in the middle of the night and Slash holding him until he fell asleep.

He turned to the shelf, grabbing another bottle of whatever and stared at both of them, his mind racing.

I sure fuckin’ hope he doesn’t remember that.

Maybe I should play along that I still don’t remember so that he doesn’t get suspicious with me withholding details.

Duff made up his mind, grabbing another bottle, paying, and then getting the fuck out of there. He walked back to Axl’s place, setting the bags by the couch and getting to work. Slash came over and sat next to him, watching him scrub at the Puke Patch. “Makin’ progress?” Duff grunted in response, practically tearing a hole in the couch cushion. “It’ll come out before…” he glanced at the clock, feeling his stomach drop as he read the time. “This better come out in fifteen minutes or I’m so fucked.”

Slash grabbed a sponge, moving to help Duff. They worked on the couch together, the stain being barely visible by the time they were done. Axl came running in, surveying the couch. “Can’t even tell! Good job, they’ll be here in like ten.”

Slash’s face dropped as he read the time and he turned to Duff. “I gotta go soon, I barely told my mom I was leaving.” Duff frowned, putting away the cleaning supplies back in the bags he took them out of. “I snuck out,” he laughed, moving to the closet under the stairs to shove them in. Slash mock gasped, “Really? Duff the angel? Sneaking out? I can’t believe it!”

They ran upstairs to gather their shit, and as Slash picked up his dress and tights, he turned to Duff. “Are you sure you don’t remember last night? I wanna know what happened.” Duff looked away, busying himself with gathering his costume pieces. “No, no I don’t.” He heard Slash sigh, and he looked back at him. “Let me know if you do.” Duff nodded, taking his things downstairs as Slash followed him. “I don’t have fuckin’ shoes,” Slash laughed, holding up his heels. Duff smiled, checking that his own shoes were still intact. “Can I get a ride? Mine is, uh, gone.” Slash nodded, observing the bright red heels. “I ain’t wearing these again…”

“I can carry you,” Duff blurted, immediately regretting it. Slash just cocked his head to the side and smiled. “Y’know what, sure. I give you a ride, you give me a ride. We’re even!” Duff laughed, instantly feeling relieved that Slash didn’t care. Duff handed Slash his stuff, and Slash stepped forward. “The only way to do this is bridal style,” he said, cracking his neck. Slash practically jumped into Duff’s arms, Duff barely catching him. He hoisted him up, one arm under his knees and the other holding onto his mid back. He rested his head on Duff’s shoulder, sighing contentedly.

Duff kicked open the door, carrying Slash out to his car. He forced Slash to open the door, and set him down inside the car. He got in on the passenger side, looking over at Slash. “Thanks, Duffy.” Duff nodded, trying not to blush as they drove off.

Slash pulled up at Duff’s house, dropping him off. “Bye Duffles, I’ll see you later!” Duff said goodbye, watching sadly as he drove away. Man, he had really fallen for him. He reached up to gently touch his lips, trying to relive the memory of the kiss second by second. Duff sighed, turning to his house. He stepped up to the front door, and turned the handle.

Slash drove away, looking in the rear view at Duff. He was standing there, touching his face softly. Slash groaned, speeding up a tad bit. He. Was. Not. Gay. There was no way. Maybe Duff liked him. Maybe he wanted Duff to like him. He genuinely didn’t wanna explore his sexuality right now, and flicked on the radio. A slow smile creeped across his face as he recognized the band playing as Led Zeppelin.

[eternamarea]

: PHONE CALL AWAY, HEARTACHE AWAKE. giselle x fm!reader

synopsis. in which aeri is forgiven but not forgotten. now playing : glue song by beabadoobee — wc. 753

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏TOOTH-ROTTING sweetness attempted to fill the ambience as my hands gripped onto her shirt in a fit of anger, "ri... you can't leave me like this," it left so desperate, full of remorse and guilt as soon as those words left my mouth.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"it's alright, i'll be back during summer," she attempts to reassure.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"ri, you're leaving for korea! how is this gonna 'be alright'?" i fight back

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"listen... it's my dream, y'know, to be an idol. please, just let go... people are watching."

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏a heartache awakens inside myself, this is all that i was, isn't it? a pretty girlfriend for my girlfriend to embarrass herself with.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i let go of her shirt and a handful of spiteful words leave my mouth. i don't mean them, of course, and i also don't mean to leave her just like that, stranded at the airport.

🎬 — flashback end ,,

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏SUCH MEMORY repeats itself inside my head, we never officially broke up, but she must think we did. our few lasting mutual friends have told me about her night life and how oh-so close she is with this jimin girl.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i feel delusional, clinging onto something from 4 years back. i stand up from the bed, groggy.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏maybe everyone was right about her. maybe i should’ve believed everyone about how much of a wreck uchinaga would leave me as. i had given her my all, but she was unable to reciprocate.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"i'm a loser", i thought to myself. it had been many years of attempting to get over her, but nothing worked. it took me a lot to "forgive her", though i still long for her. it was almost as tragic as romeo and juliet, except neither of us had died even though it felt as if i had.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏grins were exchanged between me and my reflection in the mirror. was i going insane? i'd never know for sure, until all that's left of her is not the pictures frames in the living room nor the box full her letters from the first few months she was in korea. what's left of her should be the feeling of appreciation i have always had for her, from within, i could feel her warmth, but now, it is just a distant memory.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏as though i were a fish out of water, i choked on the few tears that would not leak, would not trail down my pajamas shirt and drive me mad once more.

🎬 — timeskip ,,

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏THOUGH I cannot hear her, i can visualize her in my mind. visualize her running across the stage, oh-so happy as her dream was fulfilled, as though i weren't a collector of those silly little glossy, cardboard cards with her face on them.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏i felt like i was rotting away, specially when i could've sworn i'd seen her. walking about, i must have been insane to follow the shadow of was supposedly her. except, it really was her.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏there she was, by the sumida river, with whom i could pinpoint as yu jimin. heartbreak awoke inside my chest once more, for i knew this whole time she was just a phone call away.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏she looked as happy as she did in my imagination, full of no guilt, and only herself. it hurt me though i should be happy. i just stared and stared as though i was a fan. the jimin girl pointed at me and told aeri something inaudible from the distance i was at.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏"i know her," aeri yelled, motioning for me to come over. i shot a soft smile, but jimin clinged the uchinaga's arm protectively. my heartbeat quickened as though i were watching my past self and aeri on a date.

͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏once and for all, i had to settle this. therefore for the first time in my life, i rejected her. i rejected uchinaga aeri by walking away into the midst of the buzzing city.

[sweetblossomsss]

I’ll Find You | K.YS

Summary: Yeosang was a vampire and the village had found out. All you could do now was help him escape hoping that life will lead you two each other again.

Warnings: None.

Blossom’s note: I feel like I barely see any Yeosang fics so I wanted to write a little sum sum for my bias wreck vampire style. Grab pop and a drink and enjoy your read.

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Leaves crunching underneath your feet as you ran deep into the forest. One holding onto your dress to make sure you don’t trip, while the other holding onto Yeosang’s hand. “Almost there.” You said in between pants, trying to catch your breath.

Once you had arrived to the river, you both stopped to catch your breaths. You leaned on your knees, feeling lightheaded from all that running, “We should be good for now,” you told him getting back up. You looked across the river, “You must go now before they arrive.”

He took one of his hands and cupped the side of your face, connecting his forehead with yours. “Come with me,” he said in his deep voice, “Come with me and let’s run away, my love” He pleaded as he peaked your lips.

You bit your lip as you closed your eyes, feeling tears forming in them. You leaned onto his touch, “My love, you know I can’t.” You looked up at him, “I’m sorry.”

He wiped the fallen tears, as he stared into your eyes. Love and sadness whirls in his as he knows that this is a good bye. “I know that you don’t want to become what I am,” he’s right. You wanted to grow old and experience what life entails. “But please take this.”

He takes out a beautiful crystal bottle filled with red liquid inside. “It’s my blood mixed with potions. If you take this, you’ll live a much, much longer life. It stops the aging process for a while, but you will have the life you want. You will still grow old and experience life just.. just longer.” He takes your hands and gives it to you. “I was going to give it to you soon, but they caught me in my true form.”

You looked at the bottle and back to him. “How will I ever find you? How will you ever find me?” You choked out a sob. You knew he had to leave, the village will never stop looking for him. He stops all doubts and fears by passionately kissing you.

This kiss was so bittersweet. You clutched onto his shirt, holding him closer for as long as you could. He held his hand at the back your head, pulling a little towards him and the other wrapped around your waist. “I don’t care if it takes me 1,000 years. I will find you. Even if I have to go to the ends of the Earth. My love, you are my life. I’ll find you.” He says, leaning back down for a kiss.

But stops when you hear loud yelling resonating in the forest. Oh no, they have arrived. “You have to go,” you told him as you backed away from him. You wet your hair in the water, splashing some on you, covering yourself in dirt. “Please my love before they see you.”

His heart breaks as he sees you getting ready. The reality has settled in. You had a plan to make it seem like you fought him off after he “kidnapped” you hence why you’re getting dirty. You stopped when you saw him standing still, now he is the one crying. “My love,” you approached him, holding onto his arms. “Nothing will ever come between my love for you. I will search every inch of this world for you. Go before they see you.” You kissed him once more and he snapped out of his trance.

“I love you” he said as he started walking away.

“I love you too.” You said, starting to sit on the floor, laying down as you watched him walk away. You wiped the tears into your shirt, telling yourself everything will be okay. You’ll find him.

Just as he disappeared into the dark of forest, the villagers came in time. They helped you get up, your mother running to you hugging you as she cries tears of joy that you are okay. “Where did he go?” A villager asked. “He went that way! Go please!” You pointed to the complete opposite direction, making everyone run quickly wasting no time.

As your mother hugged you once more, you looked up where we had walked away and saw Yeosang, showing up once more from afar. Waving good bye as he disappeared officially.

You’ll find each other. Whatever it takes.

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Present Day

Yeosang was walking down the street in this busy crowd. His eyes looking around at the sight before him. He hasn’t stopped looking for you. He wonders how you’ve been? Did you drink the potion? Did you just say that to ease his mind at the moment? Did you pass away? Did you-

“Hey watch where you’re going man!” A man shouted at him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked and saw that the guy had dropped him phone and brief case. “Oh I’m so sorry.” He said helping the guy get up as he grabbed the brief case, handing it to him

The guy took it away with attitude as he walked off. Yeosang shook his head to calm himself down as he just kept returned to walking, but he got a feeling he was being watched at. He stopped and looked up. Oh my god.

His eyes widened at the sight, it was you. Your eyes matched him as you were slowly walking to him. You were right it was him. You then picked up the speed and ran to kiss him.

He held on to you so tight, he never wanted to let you go ever again. Once you broke the kiss you smiled so bright at him, eyes twinkling in delight, “I told you I was going to find you again, my love.” You told him.

“You drank it. You’re here- I can’t believe it.” Yeosang stammered out in disbelief, “I missed you so much, my love.” He hugged you.

Taking in his cologne, you felt so happy to be in his arms again. “I missed you too,” you said, moving to his side, holding his hand. “Now come on, there’s so much I have to tell you.” You smiled at him.

He leans down one more time, kissing you. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

You did it. You found each other after all this time.