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Training for Two: pt. 5

Simon Riley x Dogsitter!Reader

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Warnings: cursing, obsessive behaviour, pining, still pretty tame at the moment, a hint of angst?

A/N: Ugh I meant to post this sooner but work was kicking my butt - that and I'm a bit sleep deprived. I've got more in the works, though! Hope you all enjoy! PS Running out of gifs to use so I'm using fan art and OMG I am obsessed with it all!!!!!

art by @sleepyconfusedpotato

The drive back to Simon's house was quiet and dark. Price had turned on the radio, letting classic rock play quietly in the background. He tapped the steering wheel every so often, humming to whatever lyrics he could remember.

Simon sat in the passenger seat, staring at the cars ahead, occasionally glancing at the signs that whizzed by the truck. Each sign that brought him closer to home made him ache. He thought about his bed. He thought about Riley. And, of course, he thought about you. He knew you most likely wouldn't be there - it was after midnight. But he liked to imagine that you'd be waiting there, sitting on his couch with your book and mug of tea, Riley settled next to you, ready to greet him with your smile - the smile that he'd been thinking about in every stolen moment during the mission.

"Alright there, Simon?" Price cut through the silence, dragging Simon back to earth.

He cleared his throat. "Yes sir. Jus' ready to be back."

Price scoffed. He knew Simon didn't consider his house a home. If anything, it was a safe house between missions. "I'm sure Riley will be happy to see you."

"We'll see about that." Simon said with a chuckle. "This dog-sitter might've stolen her from me."

"Nah, she's yours. Been with 'er through it all." Price said as he turned into Simon's neighborhood. "I'm sure she enjoyed the company, though."

Simon grunted. "Seems like it." He said, remembering the picture you had sent him; the way Riley had cozied up to you, the way she seemed so docile and calm in your presence. He imagined you running your fingers through her fur, the perfect ratio of scratching to gentle pets. He wondered what it would feel like on his scalp...

A shiver ran down his spine. How does one become jealous of their own damn dog? It was ridiculous.

"Speaking of the dog-sitter..." Price said, "Johnny mentioned she's a real-"

"Whatever Johnny told you, you can disregard." Simon grumbled. "I told him not to worry 'bout it."

Price chuckled, which made Simon burn with frustration. "Touchy subject, eh?"

"There's nothing to discuss." He replied bitterly. Quite frankly, he didn't like the picture Soap had managed to paint of him. His entire team thought he was whipped by someone he had barely known. Despite it being entirely true, it was the complete opposite of the image he had built of himself - and he had a reputation to keep.

"Right." Price nodded. Simon could tell he didn't believe him, but as long as he didn't try to pester him anymore about it, Simon would take it as a win.

Price pulled into the driveway, and Simon immediately unbuckled. He reached into the back and grabbed his duffel bag, then yanked his door open and got out.

"Y' know this isn't over." Price said, right before Simon could close the door. "We most likely 'ave a week 'fore we get sent out again. Just don't get too comfortable 'ere."

"Never do." Simon replied, shouldering his bag. "I'll wait for your call."

Price nodded, sending Simon off with a wave. He watched as he closed the passenger door and walked up the path to his house, before pulling out of the driveway and heading towards his own home.

Simon sighed as he fished his keys from his pocket. He heard Riley barking on the other side of the door, and a small smile formed on his face. When he pushed it open, she immediately jumped on him, whining and sniffing him all over. He knew she could smell the others on him, and probably wondered why he didn't bring her this time.

"Hey, girl..." he said, yanking his balaclava off and kneeling down to ruffle her fur. "Sorry I's gone so long. Miss me?"

She stood her front paws on his knees and licked his face, still whining and swinging her tail rapidly.

"Yeah, missed you too." He chuckled. "D'ya have fun? Did she treat you right?"

Riley dropped down to the floor as Simon stood. She turned towards his duffel bag and began sniffing, eyes focused on the fabric as she took in all the new and familiar scents.

Simon sighed. "'Bout time for a proper cuppa." He said, making his way into the kitchen. Despite it nearing one in the morning, it would be a while before he was decompressed enough to fall asleep.

He reached into the cupboard for a mug, ignoring the way his back popped. When he placed the mug down and reached for a teabag, he saw a note on the counter. With a furrowed brow, he picked it up and read it.

Hello Simon!

Hope your deployment was fun good! Riley and I had a blast! She learned how to play dead - if you want to try it, just make sure to give her a biscuit for it (she's only had one today, and she was a bit bitter that I left before giving her a second one). Also, she's had her medicine for the day. I gave her last dose around 9 pm.

Can't wait to spend more time with her, but I'm sure she's happy to see her dad! Let me know when you need me next!

Have a nice evening!

P.S. I had to use your washing machine, I hope that was alright. I got a bit muddy trying to teach her the new trick.

He stared at the note for a good amount of time. His eyes wandered over your meticulously neat handwriting. He noticed how often you liked to use exclamation points - the same way you did in your texts and emails. It made him annoyed - but not with you. He was annoyed that he found it... adorable. He shouldn't. You were too bright and happy; your personality should burn him, not warm him up.

He tried to brush it off, blaming his obervant behaviour on the recent mission. Old habits die hard, he lied to himself.

"Riley, c'mere."

Upon hearing her name, Riley meandered into the kitchen and stopped in front of Simon. She sat on her hind legs and looked at him expectantly.

He looked back at her - he felt a bit silly, commanding a retired veteran dog to do simple party tricks. But, it sounded like you put a lot of effort into teaching her this - not to mention, you had somehow dirtied your clothes over it - so he decided to entertain the idea.

"Play dead." He said firmly.

Riley immediately flopped down onto her back, sticking her paws into the air. She even let her tongue hang out of her mouth to really sell the image.

He felt an immediate rush of pride. "Atta girl..." he praised, kneeling down and patting her affectionately. Despite all the annoyance he felt a moment ago, Simon couldn't stop the smile from creeping onto his face.

She twisted and sat up, snuffling and groaning as he rubbed her fur. She barked once, sharp and demanding.

"Yeah, yeah- suppose you deserve a biscuit, huh?" He stood up and grabbed the box of peanut butter and bacon treats, fishing one out and tossing it to Riley. She caught it perfectly, crunching it with an open mouth and licking her lips afterwards.

He watched her with a smile, his arms folded over his chest. Sure, tricks were dumb, something only glorified house pets did for small rewards. But he was impressed that Riley had so effortlessly followed a new command, especially after being out of work for so long. And he was warmed by the fact that, not only did you watch her, but you engaged with her. He was confident he'd found the perfect pet-sitter.

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After starting a load of laundry, Simon had taken a cold shower. He scrubbed his eyeblack off with nothing but his hands and the generic body wash from the corner store. He slathered some of his 3-in-one hair gel into his scalp, giving it no more than seven scrubs before rinsing it out. He stood there for a while, letting the water beat against his sore back as the details of the previous mission swarmed throughout his head. He picked apart what he could have done better, what had nearly gotten him killed, and what had probably saved his life.

His eyes flickered to the corner of the tub; there was a cluster of travel-sized bottles, labeled "face wash", "body butter", and so forth. He let himself imagine - who was he kidding, he had no control over his thoughts when it came to you - your body, standing under the stream of the shower. You probably liked hot showers, didn't you? You most likely stayed in there for an hour, going through your meticulous routine, lathering yourself in scented soaps and creams... you'd be appalled if you had seen the three-minute showers he takes, wouldn't you? Maybe you would pull him into your routine, once Simon did eventually get the balls to ask you out, despite how much the thought of being romantic with someone made him scoff. He'd let you wash his face, or shave his balls, or do whatever it is you would do to him.

He suddenly snapped out of his trance, realizing he was holding one of the bottles labeled "conditioner". His thumb was on the edge of the cap, ready to flip it open and take a whiff of the scent - but he quickly stopped himself. He put the bottle back with the rest, then splashed cold water over his face. Quit being a fuckin' creep... he thought.

After turning the shower off and drying himself with a towel, he went into his room and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. He made his way back into the basement, patting Riley on the back as he passed her by the door. He pulled his laundry out and placed it on top of the washing machine, and opened the dryer. Just as he was getting ready to toss his clothes in, he noticed something hiding in the back of the barrel of the machine.

He reached in and pulled it out - it was your flannel. The same green-and-grey one you'd been wearing during your interview.

He paused for a moment, posture rigid as he held the fabric in the air. He wasn't quite sure what to do with it. It was just a flannel... but it was your flannel. He fought with his muscles, resisting the urge to bring it closer and inhale the scent - he tried to reason with himself. Maybe she used my soap, and it would just smell like my detergent. Nothin' special.

He dropped it on top of the dryer, still wrinkly and warm - but, strangely, that felt too rude. It's a fucking piece of clothing, for Christ's sake... he thought. Not her dead nan. He then attempted to hang it on the rack, but that felt too formal. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with irritation. How something so insignificant was causing him so much turmoil was beyond him.

He ended up bringing it back upstairs. Riley sniffed the fabric as he passed her - she thumped her tail eagerly on the floor as she smelled your scent. Once again, Simon was jealous of the dog being able to act so carefree with you - he knew for sure that if he tried sniffing your flannel, he would be a certified creep. Or, worse yet, he might not care, and wouldn't be able to stop himself.

He tossed it over the back of the couch, planning on forgetting you had ever even worn it. He dropped himself onto the cuhions with a groan. Riley immediately took her place in her bed, just a few feet away from him. He grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the telly, flicking through the channels until he found some action/drama that caught his interest. He watched it boredly, drowning himself and his thoughts in the drone of the movie.

Suddenly, Riley barked. Simon looked at her - his gaze was met with hers, mouth opening and tail thwapping against the wall.

"Hmm?"

She let out an impatient, garbled sound. She lowered her head to the edge of her bed, still looking at Simon.

He shrugged internally and looked back at the screen. He settled further into the cushions and let his eyes fall shut. He thought about maybe drifting off then and there - the din of the telly might help keep the nightmares at bay...

Riley barked again, making Simon jolt. He snapped his head towards her - she was standing at the foot of the couch, ears back and panting.

"Wha' d'you want?" He asked in an annoyed tone.

She barked again, shifting her weight from one paw to the other.

"Ya need to go out?" He asked. He stood from his seat, only for Riley to scamper back to her bed and plop down on it. She looked at him expectantly.

Simon huffed. "'M not following." He dropped down to the sofa again. Riley groaned, making a scene of dragging herself out of the bed again and walking over to Simon.

"Now, don't you go 'n start aga-"

She cut him off with a shrill yap.

He pressed his lips into a thin line. He knew it couldn't be time for her medication - you had just given her some at nine. But he was entirely stumped on what she was trying to communicate to him. Was she hungry? She wasn't usually, after she'd had dinner... did she want to play? But... she was acting like she wanted to go to bed.

"What are you on 'bout?" He asked, leaning down to ruffle her fur. She dodged his hand and backed up a bit, yowling out a frustrated sound.

He scoffed. "Fuckin' hell..." he mumbled, pulling his phone from his pocket. Only one way to fix this, he thought, as he tapped through his contacts, until he landed on yours.

He stared at the picture for a moment, familiarizing himself with the details he had spent so long ogling at: your smile, your damp hair, the curve of your cheekbones, the way you marked your spot in your book with your fingers-

Riley barked again, making Simon scowl.

"A'right- just hush." He ordered, sending her a stern glance as she shuffled back to her bed. He started the call - he felt unusually nervous, his gut twisting as he listened to each ring on the line. Maybe he really was whipped, he thought.

Eventually, the call picked up. His shoulders tensed as he heard shuffling on the other end of the line.

"... m... hello?"

Fuck. You sounded tired- no, you sounded like you were still asleep. He quickly pulled the phone away and checked the time; it was nearly two in the morning. Of course you'd been asleep.

"Uh... hey." He said, mentally cursing himself. "Shit, I, uh... didn't even consider you might be asleep."

"No..." You mumbled - were you even awake at all? "No, iz fine... yeah..."

Simon waited a moment, expecting you to say something else - but you didn't. Eventually, he heard the soft sounds of your breathing again.

"Hello?" He asked cautiously.

"Up... 'm up... what's up?"

Simon shifted in his seat, slightly ashamed that he hadn't put two and two together and ended up calling you so late. "Right- jus' a quick-"

Riley barked again, staring at Simon impatiently.

Simon covered the speaker to his phone and sent her a harsh glare. "Oi! 'M workin' on it, hush!"

Your sleepy giggle wafted through the phone and into Simon's ear. "Sweet baby..."

Simon's breath caught in his throat, and he coughed nervously. She means the dog, the fucking dog, you idiot.

"Uh, sorry- jus' got a question for ya."

"Hmm?"

"Well- she's acting a bit funny," he stared at Riley and held a cautioning hand up as she shifted her weight and whined, "she's runnin' around and yellin' at me. Keeps gettin' in 'er bed, then comin' back like- like she wants somethin'. I have no bloody idea. Just wonderin' if she was doin' this with you."

"Oh, yeah..." Simon could hear your smile through the phone, and he desperately tried to push the image of your tired face from his mind. "She wants her blanket."

Simon paused. "She- she's got her blanket."

"No- she wants you to tuck her in."

"She wha' now?"

You laughed again. "You need to tuck her in her bed. She's right under the air vent and she gets cold."

He looked back at Riley. She was now sitting down, mouth closed, as if agreeing with what you said. He scoffed, rising from the couch and shuffling towards her. She slowly thumped her tail as he approached.

"Never 'eard of a dog gettin' tucked in..." he grumbled. He grabbed the felt blanket behind her, swaddling it around her body. She groaned, slowly blinking at him in an appreciative manner.

"Ya spoiled, you hear me?" He said quietly, tucking the blanket in between her and the cushion of the bed. She sighed happily, completely unaware that he was insulting her. She licked his cheek when he bent down close enough, and he grumbled and wiped the spittle away.

You giggled in his ear - Christ, you've got to stop doing that, do you have any idea what it does to him? - as he sat back down on the sofa. "All better?" You asked.

"Seems t' be-" he replied, watching Riley as she settled into her cocoon, "ya turnin' her into a princess."

"Well, she is one." You quickly replied - Simon could hear you stretching your limbs, followed by a long exhale.

He wanted to talk to you all night. Hearing you prattle on was like a balm to his jagged mind. But he knew he couldn't. You were half asleep, after all.

"Well, tha's all I needed- oh, and you, uh..." he grabbed your flannel off the back of the sofa. "Y' left your flannel here."

"I did?"

"Yeah. The green one."

"Oh, bullocks, I knew I-"

"Who are you talking to at this hour?"

Simon felt his heart stop when he heard the other voice. It had hit him like a train, flooding his veins with adrenaline. His brain went into overdrive, thinking of the worst possible scenario. Break in? Crazy stalker? Murderous ex? "Y' aright, love?"

"Simon." You said, and he couldn't tell if you were talking to him or someone else. Were you trying to warn him? To ask for help?

"Talk to me."

"Who the bloody hell is Simon?"

"My client, ya git."

"Oh- sorry love-" Simon heard more shuffling, then a kiss, followed by a grunt from you. He let himself linger in the confusion of what was going on - but, in the back of his mind, he understood it completely.

"Got me right in my bloody eye-"

"Oh, hush."

"Left your flannel at his house."

"My green one?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were using the grey one!"

"Well, I was, Tyler, and then I wanted the green one!"

"That's it - I'm stealin' all ya knickers tomorrow."

You laughed again - this time. The sound nearly shattered Simon. He felt like it was wrong to hear you laugh so sweetly.

"Well, uh-" he was speaking before he even realized it. "You can pick it up- or I'll drop it off- or, uh, I can drop it- I mean, I'll-"

"You can shove it in the closet until next time, if that's alright?" You said, yawning shortly after.

Simon paused. He needed to get it together. "Yea, that'll work. I'll let you go then - sorry to call so late."

"It's fine, really. But let me know when you'll need me again, ok?"

"'Course I will. I'll send you an email, as usual."

You scoffed. "I know you said we should only text for emergencies, but you can text me if it's something small, Simon."

"Right, will do. I'll text you."

"Is everything ok?"

"It's fine. You should sleep. I'll talk later."

"Ok. Goodnight, Simon."

"G'bye."

He ended the call, staring at the screen for a moment, until your contact photo faded away. He leaned his head back and sighed. His thoughts suddenly came rushing back - except this time, they were about you. How he should have expected you to have a partner. How could you not? You were so bright and bubbly, of course you'd be snatched up. He felt stupid for thinking you'd be single. Maybe this whole idea of you falling for him was stupid. Maybe this was better - he was saved from rejection, even if this situation stung painfully within his chest.

Whatever. Hopefully, your personality would finally drive him over the edge of annoyance and anger, and you'd be more of a nuisance to him. That'd be the easiest way you could let him down.

He looked at the flannel in his lap. It's not even hers. He thought. He crumpled the fabric into his hand and flung it behind him.

Riley's head snapped up at the movement, and she floundered out of her bed, chasing after the flannel.

"Riley, no- don't-" he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard her scuffling across the floor. He kept his eyes closed as he heard her come trotting back, before she stopped at the edge of the couch.

She whined and tilted her head. Simon opened his eyes and looked at her.

"That's not even hers, ya ninny." He said. He looked away and turned up the telly, hoping that everything in his head would just disappear into the back of his mind.

Riley stepped around Simon's feet as she carried the flannel in her mouth. She then hopped onto the couch and settled next to Simon, depositing the (now damp) clothing onto his lap. He grunted as she laid her head down on his leg, whining and flattening her ears. She looked up at him with curious eyes, slowly thumping her tail on the cushion.

He exhaled through his nose. He stared at the flannel, then back at Riley. "Ya really like her, eh?"

She licked her lips and blinked, sighing through her nose.

He chuckled, patting her side and looking at the ceiling. "I know. I do too." He closed his eyes.

"We'll be alright, girl."

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 7 months

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If it is okay, may I please request a headcannon of MC being found badly injured by Ace, Lilia, Trey, Floyd, and Jamil? I really love these characters so much! And angst, too.

Ace Trappola:

Ace had a hard time keeping the panic from showing on his face, hands hovering over you like he was afraid to touch you. What if he hurt you more? He’d never claimed to have a healing touch but even now he knows there’s not much worse he could do other than finishing the job, a thought that proceeds to make him sick to his stomach. There’s another feeling burning deep in his gut, a rage only held back by the initial shock of seeing you in such a state and trying to process what to do from there. Your safety was at the forefront of his mind, getting you straight to a person who can heal you, even if every other instinct of his wanted to get even with the person who hurt you first.

Floyd Leech:

Though Floyd is not your enemy, you can’t help but feel uneasy as he approached. He’s not really glaring at you but past you, like there was a general barking orders at him that he had no intention of following. He hadn’t said much since he found you, another oddity as he wasn’t generally the quietest. You don’t think he’s ever handle you so gently before as he scooped you up, changing his pace or repositioning you carefully each time you winced or whimpered in pain. The first thing on his mind was returning you to safety, but once you were… He asked with an eerie calmness if you could give details on your assailant, even if it was more than one person, because he fully intended to pay them all back double (and Sevens help whoever tried to stand in his way).

Jamil Viper:

Jamil hadn’t quite gathered himself together, priding himself on analyzing situations, on predicting outcomes, and yet your interference had always been a variable he forgot to account for. Just like in his life, he had never expected you to come crashing in nor had he expected you to make a home beside him. He thought you were crazy for seeing any value in a relationship with him but he supposed you had your uses, hiding behind the shadow of a manipulator despite how truly grateful he was for your presence. Now he’s confronted with that, life spitting in his face again, demanding that he beg on his hands and knees, grovel, to assure that you survived your injuries. He knew the basics of healing, knew how to clean wounds and to dress them properly, but he had to hope mentally you had the strength to pull through for him. He hoped you could hear him begging for forgiveness, a promise to treat your relationship more seriously if you just came back to him.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia’s always been good at wearing a mask, showcasing a playful smirk or firing off witty flirtations in moments that don’t necessarily fit the mood. But he feels a bit of the façade crack when he sees you in such dire straits, clinging to the last bit of calm he possessed as it tried to slip right through his fingers. It’s not that he’s scared, his battlefield experience allowed him to determine your status with a quick glance, but he felt a deep-seated fury building inside him. He remembered being pulled away from someone important before in a drastic, life-changing moment, unable to protect—fight by their side as he was meant to, and it seemed that same crossroads was appearing before him again. He had been forced into one choice for the sake of Briar Valley before but there are no such forces present now. He kneeled by your side, making a serious face you’re not quite used to seeing on him as he promised he wouldn’t let the culprit touch a hair on your head ever again.

Trey Clover:

Trey is used to keeping his cool under any circumstance, having to be the level-headed vice dorm leader had brought him many days of experiencing pressure to assure emotions didn’t boil over. Yet none of that training matters now when he saw your blood-soaked clothes, his heart skipping a beat until he realized you were still breathing. He tried to talk to you, offering soothing words, promising he’d get you to someone who could help soon. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth as he knew he likely wouldn’t have the chance to get his hands on the person who hurt you, biting down on his lip so hard it began to bleed, but he couldn’t voice his frustrations now to a person who was in a much worse state than he was. And he didn’t think he ever would, letting his anger fester deep in his chest until he had a moment alone to dispel it.

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reveluving · 1 year

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batfam + batmom + hugs 💗

warnings: pure fluff! (I just wanna give hugsss)

check out my batmom m.list!

your face squished against bruce's greek god pecs before melting his heart when you arms can barely accommodate his sheer size and with your pretty sparkly eyes as you shyly look up at him. not finding it enough, he gently tilts your head up by the chin to return your gaze

having a literal competition on who hugs the best between you and dick—he always says that your hugs are equivalent to your best-selling cookies

jason stopping by the manor and immediately giving you a hug, relishing in the comfortable silence and his mother's presence after a rough night

kneeling next to tim's seat before wrapping your arms around his tired frame, hoping to convince him to turn in for the night. you know he finally gives in when he leans in your hold

returning duke's hug with a tighter one despite getting caught off guard, but then getting over it when you feel his body tremble and tears staining your shirt

unable to resist squishing your cheek against cass' when she comes up to you without a word, only to open her arms in anticipation for a big ol' mother-daughter hug

damian not only tolerating your sudden need for hugs, but embracing it as well, which some would find the sight funny, for you would emit an aura of flowers and bubbles while his comprises daggers and death and yet, he returns your hugs with zero shame

giving steph a bear hug just after you returned cass', finding amusement in the former's pout for she, too, wants to be attacked by your motherly affections as well

terry glaring at his classmates who either whisper to their buddies about wanting a hug from you too or openly ogle at you—if the family heard about this, it's over for these idiots

giggling with matt as you swoop him up for a hug and twirling with him in your arms, filling the manor with the sounds of your joy—bonus if ace and titus joins your fun, running in circles and barking in excitement

babs comforting you by letting you hold her tight after finally being able to get ahold of family who's out patrolling after a heart-stopping moment when the connection somehow gets lost

alfred celebrating yet another milestone as your café reaches the targeted earning with you, always honoured to be a part of your life, for you have not only saved his, but the entire family in general

kate greeting you with a hug whenever she's invited for a big family dinner/holiday, always jokingly thanking you for keeping the family and especially her cousin in check

always making the mistake of kneeling whenever ace and titus runs up to you before falling onto your back when they literally jump into your arms, giggling as they lick your face as an apology

nuzzling your face into alfred the cat's soft fur as he purrs and curls in your arms, his tail swishing in annoyance if anyone tries to pry him off you

overall: batmom's hugs are a 12/10, would recommend 🤌🏻

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babyleostuff · 4 months

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BOBPUL ENCOUNTERS A SNOWMAN | KIM MINGYU

“Look at the two of you,” you giggled, as Mingyu picked up your fluff ball dressed in a black puffer jacket, matching with her dad. “You’re adorable,” you cooed, scratching Bobpul behind her ears, as she wiggled impatiently in Mingyu's grip, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

“Me or Bobpul?” He questioned, tucking your hair behind your ear, as you leaned closer to the dog. “Both of you. My babies are the cutest,” you scrunched your nose at Bobpul, who looked like she was having the time of her life. Her tail was wagging against Mingyu's arm and you couldn't wait until you let her run in the snow where she would go crazy with happiness.

“I have a feeling she likes you more than me,” he said, nuzzling his nose into her white fur, making Bobpul squirm even more. “You little traitor,” he whispered, before setting her on the ground, and grabbing her leash from the shelf.

Honestly, it was fucking unfair how handsome your boyfriend looked, even with his face mostly covered by his black bucket hat. As much as you loved him dressed up in suits and all of those amazing stage outfits, this version of him had to be your favorite - it wasn’t idol Mingyu who was standing in front of you, but your Gyu, and it made him so much more perfect.

“Stop staring at me,” Mingyu mumbled shyly, fixing Bobpul’s collar.

“I wasn’t looking at you, I was looking at my little princess,” you smiled at your dog, who looked like she didn’t have any other thought than snow snow snow in her head. Mingyu chuckled, knowing you were lying - after all this time together, you were like an open book to him. “Sure, baby.”

Something about this scene was so oddly domestic - you getting ready to go on a walk with your dog, Mingyu and Bobpul wearing matching jackets, you bundled up in one of your boyfriend’s hoodies and his coat that was way too big for you - it all felt like one of Mingyu’s hugs in the morning when neither of you wanted to leave the bed.

“You guys are like my little Christmas miracle, you know?” You smiled, pulling a beanie over your boyfriend’s head.

“Oh, baby,” he pouted, looking at you from where he was kneeling by Bobpul. It was moments like these that reminded you why you endured all the hardships of dating an idol - nothing could beat the tenderness with which Mingyu looked at you.

“I love you. So much,” he said and stood up, pulling you into his arms - into your safe place that felt like a blanket and a cup of tea on a cold winter morning, into the one place you could stay forever in.

“Love you too, Gyu,” you mumbled, placing a kiss on his jaw, as he pressed his lips against your forehead.

Immersed in your own bubble of love, you didn't notice how Bobpul impatiently paced back and forth until she finally decided to make her presence known, letting out a loud woof, woof.

“Yeah, you’re right baby. Let’s go,” you laughed at her, grabbing Mingyu’s hand in yours, just as he managed to sneak in one last kiss on your lips with a loud muah. You snickered, gently smacking him in the ribs with your intertwined hands. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”

…

The second you stepped outside, Mingyu pulled out his camera taking a few pictures of you and Bobpul. Of course he did - he was a family man through and through, and he loved taking photos of his family, including you. It always made you blush whenever you visited his mom and dad, and some of your framed photos stood in the living as if you were a part of the Kim family.

“Put that thing away, and let’s make a snowman,” you clapped your mittenclad hands, smiling at Mingyu.

You spent the next few hours building snowman, with occasional breaks for snowball fights and rolling in the snow (Mingyu fell while carrying you and you landed on the ground together), along with Bobpul, who was running happily around you, barking and snorting as the snow got to her to the nose.

“Please, Gyu. Don’t drop it,” you shot your boyfriend a worried look, as he picked up the last part of your snowman - it’s head, because knowing Mingyu, nothing was safe in his hands - especially not a big ball of snow.

Fortunately, he managed to put everything together, and all parts of the snowman were safely in their places. “Too bad we don't have any carrots,” you sighed, looking at what looked more like three snowballs lying on top of each other than a snowman. "It's good that you have a boyfriend like me, then," he laughed and took out a carrot from his pocket, along with some small stones that you could use to make mouths and eyes.

“Oh my God, I have the best boyfriend ever,” you gasped dramatically, cradling his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks together. “The most thoughtful, strong, smart, handsome, dashing, adorable, funny-,”

“Okay, okay, I get it. I’m amazing,” Mingyu rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face told you he wasn’t annoyed in the slightest.

“Mhm, you are,” you whispered, pulling his head down, and pecking his lips. “Ugh, put on a lip balm or something. Your lips are chapped like they haven’t seen vaseline in a year.”

“You little,” Mingyu bent down and collected snow in his hands, ready to throw it all at you, as if you weren’t already covered by it from head to toe.

Luckily, your little girl came to your aid, without even realizing it. "Bobpul? What happened, why are you barking like that?" Mingyu, surprised, turned to the dog and let out all the snow he was holding in his hands. The momentary worry that something had happened to your dog quickly turned to amusement as you burst out laughing when you saw Bobpul standing in front of your snowman and barking at him like crazy.

Mingyu looked like he was about to cry with laughter, and it made everything so much funnier. “Baby, it’s just a snowman,” you mused, picking up your pup and petting her to calm her down. “Nothing to bark at, hm. You scared me for a second there,” you murmured, bumping your nose with hers.

Focusing on Bobpul, you didn't notice when Mingyu pulled out his camera again, only a quiet click brought your attention back to him. "I had to, you look so cute together," he smiled, his cheeks flushed pink. “My girls,” he said, putting one of his hands on Bobpul’s head and cradling your face with the other.

You wondered if the next time you visited his parents you’d find this photo standing on a shelf in the living room.

because I couldn't find out if bobpul is a boy or a girl, I refer to her/him as a girl

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The Last Vampire Spawn

inspired by this post by @fangsandfeels as well as this gorgeous art by @ria-neearts above that may or may not have made me sob at work when I saw it :)

also inspired by my dire need to hug this poor baby in this scene in particular and give him literally any sort of comfort because god knows he needs it 😭

Astarion x gn!tav / Astarion x gn!reader

SPOILER WARNING! act 3 and the climax of Astarion’s quest line!

CW: violence, death, anguish, angst, blood, gore

rating: sfw (still mature for the listed content above)

in summary: Astarion finally kills cazador and bro needs a hug and a therapist fr

this one is very short I don’t even know the word count lol

Astarion’s guttural and enraged wails echo against the stone walls of the crypt, nearly drowning the sounds of Cazador’s failed attempts at gurgled shrieks as the dagger pierced his body over, and over, and over.

You stand at the bottom of the stairs and watch, gripping onto Halsin as he wraps a comforting arm around your shoulders as the three of you watch in horror while Astarion lets out two hundred years worth of pain, and agony, and hatred into every single thrust of the blade through his old master’s body. Hot tears sting your face as you watch on, tension filling the gaps of silence between your companions.

The vampire lord’s body falls limp before Astarion, bloodied and covered in viscera, lifeless. He takes a deep breath, falling back on his feet as his knees dig into the bloody marble floor. Sobs wrack through his body as he looks down with disdain at the corpse before him.

You exchange a glance with Halsin, a deeply unsettled and concerned face set into his features that wasn’t typical for his usually calm and collected persona. He looks between you and Astarion, and with just a glance, you realize what he’s thinking.

Before you can stop yourself, you run to Astarion, kneeling beside him. He’s too distraught to notice your presence beside him, so you place a gentle hand on his shoulder. He jolts slightly at your touch, then turns his face - his bloody, tear stained, and ever beautiful face to you, crimson eyes filled with a million emotions you couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“I’m here, my love. It’s over. You did it,” you whisper, voice trembling and breaking.

His eyes scan your face frantically, chest rising and falling rapidly and anxiously, his breathing ragged and uneven - he looks at you, and you look back at him, as you try to force a reassuring smile through your own tears.

His face twists into an even deeper scowl as his eyes dart between you and the ruined corpse crumpled on the floor next to you.

“His death isn’t enough. It’ll never be enough.” He growls, his fists clenching onto the fabric of his breeches.

You stare at him, speechless. You know that no words could suffice or possibly begin to dull the pain that was evident in his face.

“I suffered through two hundred years of pain and starvation and torture… and all I’ve gotten from it all was being the one to see the light leave that monster’s eyes,” he whispers angrily, tears still rapidly streaming down his blood covered cheeks. “It isn’t fair.”

You tentatively move your face so that your eyes meet his once again, nearly afraid of what you’ll see when you do.

His eyes scan your face for a moment, and he presses his lips into a thin line.

“And where were you twenty years ago? A hundred? Where were you when I was new? When I was one of those innocent young men you’d come to the rescue for?” He barks, his voice booming and bouncing off of the stone walls and into your ears making your head pound.

“Astarion—“

“How dare you! How dare you come to me now… when I’m this!” He wails, his voice cracking on the last word, his shoulders slumping.

Hot tears return to your waterline and pour over your lashes as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into your chest and cradling his head.

He presses his face into your chest, eventually wrapping his arms around your waist and melting into you, causing you to fall backwards slightly as he practically lays on your body, sobbing into your gear. He grips the back of your shirt as if his life depended on it, even though for the first time in what felt like a while, perhaps it didn’t.

Because despite the roiling dread in his gut - he was free. At long last.

You tangle your fingers into his hair, gently rubbing circles into his bare back as you let him cry. Sob. Scream. For as long as he needs.

The others slowly migrate closer, but not too close, not wanting to interrupt or intrude, just silently exchanging sympathetic glances, and a flash of pride across Karlach’s face as she looks on.

After what felt like hours, Astarion goes quiet, his breath slowly evening out. He sniffles, then slowly lifts his head so his eyes meet yours.

You place a hand on his cheek, wiping a tear away with your thumb. He closes his eyes, savoring your touch, and sighs.

“He’s gone,” he whispers, almost too quietly for you to hear. As if he were mostly whispering it to himself. “He’s really gone…”

You nod, rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb. “I am so, so proud of you.”

He offers you a small, weak smile, that you return in kind. You place a kiss to the spot between his furrowed brows, his tense body relaxing only slightly into your touch. He still feels coiled up like a serpent ready to strike, still heavily on guard despite Cazador and his minions being long gone. You presume it will be a long while before he truly relaxes, but you feel more than willing and ready to be there every step of the way.

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justporo · 3 months

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Bedroom Hymns

If you thought Astarion was done with you with how you look wearing nothing but his shirt, you are very much wrong. In fact, Astarion is only just starting to enjoy himself as he finally has you where he wants you - on his lap, writhing desperately.

PART 1 | MASTERLIST | AO3

Author's Note: I don't even know what to tell you anymore. This is roughly 6k of just smut and me losing my shame writing said smut. I hope you enjoy - and someone take me out back for overwriting this. Apparently it needed to be let out.

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, blood kink, nipple play, slight edging light dom/sub dynamic, light predator/prey dynamic Wordcount: 6k ~~~

You gazed upon your lover and soulmate beneath you, how he was kneeling under you, some of his curls twined around your fingers. Breath and a feeling for reality were still blissfully eluding you. If you had thought that he’d been a heavenly body descended from the skies eternal to bless you with his presence it now seemed you had switched places.

His crimson eyes were bright in the low light, almost glowing and the way he smiled at you - tips of his fangs visible and the corners of his mouth curled up so far - showed this kind of wild joy one really only felt when indulging in some of the most carnal pleasures. And there was awe in the way he looked at you, like somehow he couldn’t believe his own personal goddess had come and stretched out her hand to him, ever so benevolent.

You felt ethereal, eternal.

And thankfully Astarion was fully devoted to you, a firm believer and frequent worshipper at the temple that was your body. Ready to offer you plenty more pleasure. He’d see that prophecy fulfilled - for his own sake and yours of course. You couldn’t wait to see it all unfold.

If you could have stayed forever in this perfect moment, you would have. But a few things kept dragging you back to a less sleek and paradisiacal vision.

Astarion’s fingertips still digging into your backside, the burn of his handprint there and the dizzy feeling swirling through your head were the testament that he had indulged you plentily. The visible bulge in the thin sheets that were precariously draped around your lover’s waist and its occasional throbs in the meantime were the prophecy for a night long not over.

When you dragged on some strands of the vampire’s hair he answered you with a low growl, eyes darkening. And the kisses he had been trailing along your thigh turned into letting his teeth scrape - he was a predator after all, only allowing you to play with him as long as he deigned it satisfactory. The tables could be turned onto you quickly and the thought made your whole lower body clench.

Maybe you liked this rougher, realer version better than any possible divine vision. Maybe you craved the broken perfection that allowed for your continuous fall into corruption.

Neither of you were saints. But he’d given you so much of him already. But In turn he demanded the same devotion now. More than just a humble offering to show your dedication to him now.

Thankfully, you were more than prepared to offer him everything.

You let him caress your thighs a bit more while his fingers kept kneading your behind, but then you tugged on his hair harder than before, dragging him from his source of enjoyment which he commented with another growl.

“Stop playing with your food and fucking take me, Astarion”, you demanded, voice only slightly shaky, making your own heart race anxiously with the bold words and your core throb in desperate need.

It earned you another slap onto your ass right on the same spot where another had landed before. That and delight reflecting on Astarion’s face for you so openly stating what you desired. Meanwhile your butt stung deliciously and had you bite your lip.

“If you want me inside of you, my heart, then be a good girl and sit”, he replied in a low, almost rumbly tone, practically barking the last word, and with his hands on your behind nudged until your still wobbly legs gave in by themselves.

You saw the open challenge in his narrowed ruby eyes and you weren’t fully decided if it was more threat or promise, but you were enticed anyway as you let yourself obey to his barked command.

The muscles in Astarion’s arms flexed as he let your body slide down along his torso slowly. His hands wandered up from your butt, to your hips, gradually wandering up over the sides of your body while you were coming down on him.Your thighs spread apart on their own while you felt your own heated skin brush against the smooth and cool body of the vampire.

It just felt natural like this: letting your legs open for him, straddling him and feeling how much he craved you immediately as you sank down with a blissful, lewd sigh spilling from your lips. Astarion’s eyebrow and cock twitched in delight as he heard that.

Meanwhile your eyes didn’t stray from his for even a single moment. Nothing in the world could have ripped you from this view: Astarion’s pupils dilating while you sank onto his lap until the black almost blotted out the vibrant red of his irises.

Your limbs still felt weak from the forceful orgasm just moments ago but your body was completely and utterly helpless when it came to Astarion. You already felt lust coil in your abdomen again, when you settled down onto him, legs splayed as far as possible. Your hands had wandered from his hair to his shoulders, holding onto him with a soft trembling.

When you sat comfortably on his lap only the sheets were between his eagerly twitching erection and your obscenely wet and swollen core. His dick strained against your folds and his arms around you tensed at the sensation of finally getting to experience some friction. Immediately it made you grind your hips into him, desperate to feel more than just a taste.

The mixture of your wetness and his hardened length already starting to leak in anticipation of what he was about to unleash onto you quickly had the thin fabric between you drenched and cling to his cock as you already began losing control over your movements and the last of your humility.

Your head lolled back and your hands clenched onto his shoulders with a noiseless moan leaving your throat. The first time he’d made you come tonight had already nearly made you burst into a million pieces. You weren’t completely sure how you’d survive another one.

But gods, you were so eager to feel him.

And even more than that you wanted to please him. Wanted to give him what you had experienced just a few moments ago: pleasure so intense it made you forget anything but your own desire and the body of your lover pressed against you. You wanted to make him feel that again and again until he would have forgotten everything that had come before you. You wanted to be his path to salvation if possible.

You were positive you could do it. And you would devote your whole self - body, heart and soul - to make up for all the pain he was made to suffer.

His shirt in the meantime had ridden up on your upper body while you had slid down against him. It was bunched between the two of you now. Your breasts pressed against him, your nipples already pleasantly peaked, but still covered by the linen.

While you kept slowly grinding against him, Astarion’s hands slid up from your hips over your back and then slid around your torso to cup your tits from below: perking them up by pushing them up and together with his palms. You hummed contentedly as you enjoyed the view of your own daunting cleavage through the loose lacing of Astarion’s old camp shirt as you looked down. Something about seeing yourself like this was adding majorly to your already heightened senses and lust.

When the vampire noticed that he wasted no time pushing further while lifting up his hips a little so you could more tension down there too. He pushed you so far, your breasts squished so hard it stung pleasantly, that it made you squeal in delight.

And you heard a very similar noise coming from Astarion, almost purring for you, as he began playing around with your boobs more. He let them jig down then squeezed them again, letting his thumbs wander to rub lazy circles over their peaks until they were even more clearly outlined, the fabric spanning over them when he tugged the shirt tightly over them.

Your hands sank down to grab onto his arms, fingertips indenting on his biceps and feeling the muscles move slowly under your splayed fingers.

A violent twitch of him between your legs - that your own body quickly responded to - and a breathy moan spilling from his lips had you snap your gaze back from your tits to Astarion’s face. It was filled with admiration as he kept toying and gazing at your boobs that felt deliciously heavy with lust.

Your senses were so heightened, your whole body so tense you were acutely aware of everything you felt: his fingers on your boobs, his cock pressing against your feverishly hot core that couldn’t wait to finally take him, how his own skin started to warm up to your own body that was almost radiating heat from the intense lust you felt.

“I love how your tits look in my shirt, darling,” Astarion whispered breathlessly, mesmerised by the very thing he spoke about. He didn’t seem like he ever wanted to stop

You laughed softly at that. The way he said it sounded almost too innocent for what you were engaging in.

Then his eyes wandered to you, open and wide. As if he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

“I love how you look in my shirt, Tav,” he mumbled softly, his face full of desire and yearning for you - and love. And somehow his honest, genuine words combined with how your name rolled off his tongue instead of one of his usual pet names, made you way more flushed and flustered than the fact that you were currently indulging in your most animalistic pleasures without restraint or shame like you’d never done before tonight.

Your own love for him was overflowing inside your chest as you watched him gaze at you with love and admiration in his red eyes. You moved to cup his face softly and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his mouth.

Astarion welcomed you with open lips and a pleased sigh. You kissed him slowly and lovingly, letting your fingertips wander over his cheeks and then over his sensitive pointy ears. He sighed once more and deepened the kiss, letting go of your breasts for the time being to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer against him.

The kiss didn’t stay slow and innocent for long. Once his tongue slipped into your mouth and you were aware how your already teased boobs squished against his upper body, you bucked your hips once more with a moan, grinding against his cock again.

That seemed to remind Astarion of the unfinished business. The vampire hissed when he felt you shift against him again. There might not be much longer before the teasing would make him lose the rest of his sanity.

The mood had shifted again to something simmering and burning hot and bright. But you knew his honest love for you was burning just as hot as your desire for you.

“This shit has to fucking go”, the vampire growled as he tore away from the intense kiss. There he was again, the predator that existed under the thin veil of civility. And you loved how at times you saw it slip, experiencing Astarion letting go a bit off his own reins.

You trusted him fully that he knew exactly how far he could go.

Without further notice he wrapped one of his arms around you beneath your buttocks to lift you up. With his other arm he awkwardly tried to rid himself of the now pretty drenched sheets that were still partially covering him. His impatience made him lose some of his usual dexterity and he cursed under his breath when he couldn’t get rid of the godsdamned thing clinging wetly to his lower body.

You tried to help to kick it away with your feet and you both had to chuckle at your desperate and awkward tries to finally get it away from him in a small moment of hysteria caused by both of your emotions running high and the tension being as taught as a bow string between you.

This wasn’t one of the performances Astarion would have acted out months ago when you had started sleeping with and slowly falling for each other. This was nothing but honest, desperate need for each other and the just as desperate clambering to finally get there.

You threw each other an amused look, your face flustered from the stupid situation and Astarion shaking his head at his own uncommon clumsiness with a small grin.

Then he finally set you down again, his dick now firmly pressed between your bodies, finally free of restraints.

You moaned when you felt him hard against your naked stomach. With your one hand on Astarion’s arm again you let your other hand immediately wander to his hardness, the tip already glistening with wetness. You wrapped your hand around him as tightly as possible with your bodies so tightly pressed against each other already and gave his cock a few tentative strokes. Your thumb stroked over his soft tip and over the wet beads there, pressing down firmly and then spreading some of the slickness around, making the vampire almost whimper from how you handled this sensitive part of his body. His reaction was so visceral that even his balls tightened in response to your confident caress.

Astarion in the meantime pulled up his shirt on your body until he had bared your breasts, the cold air hitting them and their sensitive buds at their peaks making you gasp and shiver. His thumbs went to your nipples again, started teasing them, twisting them, similarly to how he had done before but now with newly found vigour. And the fact that there was full skin-on-skin contact now only amplified the rush you got from his playful caresses tenfold.

You arched your back for him, whispering his name like a psalm, zealously wanting to offer yourself up for him even more, wanting him to indulge in you. Your head rolled back in pleasure as you also rolled your hips and tried to grind against his hard cock, helping with your other hand to make it slide along your clit and your core. The tip diving into some of the wet heat, receiving a taste of what it could be like if only he finally sank into you.

You heard Astarion growl deep in his throat at the sight of you losing all shame for him, desperate to feel him and to be appreciated by him - his own personal succubus. His length kept jerking while you worked for every tiny piece of delicious friction you could get.

The vampire observed how you writhed on his lap, like you were his own personal siren. Every sweet moan that spilled from your lips another part of your irresistible siren song that beckoned him farther and farther still, wanting him to give and take everything. He watched as you flipped your hair back to ground against him even more eagerly, biting your lip, your hand not currently teasing his cock gripping his shoulder for more hold.

Astarion’s eyes glazed over from the pleasure becoming almost too much already, his lips curling up in a senseless smile of pure bliss as he was positively aching. He’d been so patient and enduring and his whole being yearned to be inside of you, to finally have you clench around him while he earned his well deserved release. But he was still urging you on, wondering if he could make you reach another peak before he did.

“Darling, hold my shirt up for me, would you?”, he pressed out breathlessly while you were still grinding yourself against him. You obeyed without even thinking about it, slowly letting go of Astarion’s hardness to do as he asked.

“Good girl,” he purred and praised you with a smirk and one eyebrow jumping up, while his hands slid over your spine: one stayed on the small of your back, the other wandered up further, over your neck until he could curl his fingers in your hair to get some good grip. And then the next time you rolled your hips up against him, he pulled your head back by your hair and with his hand on your back pulled you even closer so he had you arching your back almost painfully. Now your breasts were perfectly presented for him and were held immobile against his torso. You kept tugging his shirt up further.

“Do you want me to take your shirt off?”, you asked breathlessly and felt your whole body flush just from the way your lover held you - fully at his mercy now. Your legs were already shivering from the impossible pose: held and hovering, falling but somehow secure.

“Gods, no,” Astarion groaned with an edge of desperation in his tone and loosened the hold on your hair a little so you could look into his eyes. “I want to smell you on it after I’m done fucking you”, he explained, his voice breathy from lust, eyes half-lidded.

And then without further warning he tugged on your hair again, hard, and went down on one of your offered up breasts. He sucked on its peak, his sharp teeth grazing the delicate skin around it. You whimpered helplessly, your hand on his shoulder gripping even harder, probably leaving marks by now.

While he was sucking and now even biting, drawing just enough blood so he could taste you, he lifted you up enough until his dick could slide along your wet folds and easily slid to your entrance. Your legs were trembling as you felt the tip of him teasingly sink into you just the barest bit.

The pain of Astarion dragging on your hair and biting and sucking on your tits while you felt the head of his cock agonisingly slowly sink into you, finally, had your eyes roll into the back of your skull. A moan of yours slowly became something between a plea and a scream while ever so slowly he let you sink down onto him until he was buried to the hilt within you.

You bit your lip in a desperate attempt to keep some control over your body but after the long and slow buildup just the feeling of Astarion finally inside of you made your core clench around him forcefully.

The vampire kept suckling on your breasts and the dribble of blood he had going there, just a few drops already being enough to make his cock inside you twitch from how exquisite you tasted on his tongue. It only made you clench harder around him.

You whimpered in desperation and let go of the fabric you had still been holding up to have both of your hands claw at Astarion’s back now. In response your lover lifted his face from where he had been latched onto your sensitive skin to laugh softly and haughtily. You felt it lightly but deeply shake through his and your own body.

“I have barely done anything, my love, and you’re almost already coming for me again,” Astarion whispered and clicked his tongue - the fucking bastard.

Then he licked up a single drop of blood from your breasts. It made his cock twitch again in response to that while Astarion hummed in arrogant satisfaction. It made you think of something.

While his hands had you almost immobile you couldn’t resist spurring him on a little more. He had you captive, his prey. But you felt you could tease out the hunter, the predator a little more.

“Well, how about you do some more then, love?”, you asked with an edge of passive-aggressiveness, knowing that your tone already would get the better of him.

You both knew that he was a massive tease and that he delighted way too much in riling you up whenever and wherever possible, no matter the circumstances. Only when it was the most appropriate time to get going did he take his precious time to get to the point. So you would just try and coax him until his already dwindling patience would snap.

Already, Astarion was grumbling at you and he yanked on your hair harder again - how pleasant.

But you also had an ace up your sleeve. Using the little space you had for moving, you willingly clenched down around his cock again while you lifted your hips just a little before letting them slam down again. That earned you a disgruntled groan but you felt how he instinctively had started moving his hips with yours when you did it again. He couldn’t resist you anymore - not with how desperately he was craving you.

And now for your trump card. You moved your head just a little, bringing his attention to your neck that was already conveniently bared and ready for him, just like the rest of your body. And then there was your thundering pulse that had been making you feel dizzy for a while now but sped up even more as you anticipated what was about to happen.

You heard him grunt, obviously immediately understanding what you offered him. He wouldn’t let the opportunity pass, of course he wouldn’t. Not if the pretty morsel was presenting itself so beautifully and enchantingly on a silver platter.

With your hair still in his grip he leaned closer. He deeply inhaled your intoxicating scent that was intensified by the blood pumping through you amplified by your desire. His other hand moved to your butt now and began to squeeze, giving you more room to move and helping you lift up your hips a little with every roll of your body as you began riding him slowly.

Just a moment later you felt his lips on your throat, kissing it open-mouthed, caressing it with his tongue pressing flatly against it, directly over where your pulse was fluttering even faster now, knowing what was about to happen. Merely an instance later you felt the sharp sting of his fangs breaking your skin and then the cold, but titillating sensation of Astarion taking your blood. His hand slid from your hair to the back of your neck, holding it steady for him while the whole sensation brought newly known waves of lust over your body.

You heard his pleased and feral groans as he drank your blood in generous gulps while he gripped your ass harder and you slowly sped up the pace of you grinding onto him.

And then you felt another pleasant sensation while you slowly lost your breath and mind moving on your lover: you could feel his dick inside you physically grow harder as he drank from you and jerk viciously in rhythm with every gulp he took. Your blood giving the vampire a surprising amount of vigour while it also made him noticeably more feral.

The sounds that spilled from your lips became lewder by the second as you felt all of it once: him hitting deep and hard inside of you, his hands gripping you, your breasts jigging with every slam of your hips and the dizzying cold slowly and pleasantly spreading from your neck through your body while your fingers dug into the vampire’s shoulders until you almost felt like you were drifting out of your own body from the pleasure.

With a jerk and some obvious internal struggle Astarion ripped himself away from your neck, his fingers at its back digging into your skin. He slowly released their grip on you, joining his other hand on your butt, so you could take a look at his face. His gaze on you was intense, a few curls had fallen onto his forehead.

All while he kept fucking you relentlessly: now with both hands on your behind it was him dictating the pace, lifting your hips up again while slamming into you with rolling of his own hips.

His eyes were impossibly wide, pupils dilated as much as possible. Some of your blood was dripping down his chin but he didn’t even care, he had only eyes for you and how you almost had lost all your senses already, being taken by him like this and with newly found energy and vitality from your delicious, nurturing blood. And he realised your ploy.

“And here I thought you were only offering out of the goodness of your heart, you little vixen,” Astarion mumbled while he watched your eyes roll back again as he picked up the pace. You were in no state to even answer anymore, the only things leaving your lips were heavy breaths and senseless moans.

But Astarion wasn’t having it. He slowed down until he was thrusting frustratingly slowly.

“Tell me what you want, love,” the vampire demanded, slowly lifting your hips up until he had almost fully withdrawn from you. You only whimpered in desperation in response. Astarion stilled fully, holding you there, in suspense, his gaze boring into you.

“Darling, speak to me,” he said, his voice teasing as he smirked at you. How he was even capable of doing that while he could have just been buried deep down inside of you was fully beyond you. You only groaned in frustration at him, clawed at his back as if mad, needing him to just keep going.

He snorted, still letting you hover right above his cock now - and didn’t move an inch: “Don’t make this harder on you than it has to be, sweetheart.”

That made you break. “As if that was even a possibility, Astarion,” you chuckled breathlessly, feeling hysteria bubbling up inside you

The vampire just answered with a chuckle and then let you pounce down on his dick again, immediately having you claw at him and moan again from the sensation of being filled completely by him within an inch of your life from one moment to the next.

“So she does speak after all,” he teased you with a low laugh vibrating through both of your bodies. Thankfully he kept up a steady rhythm now.

“Now, - tell me - what you - want!”, the vampire pressed out between each thrust. Obviously he massively overestimated your ability to form even simple sentences when he fucked you like that.

“Harder,” you simply uttered breathlessly. Astarion hummed in approval while a grin split his lips, baring his fangs to you once more.

“So it obviously is a possibility,” he replied smugly. You groaned angrily and bucked your hips while clenching around him, making him moan in return. As much as you loved to hear him talk, you would have liked for him to pour that energy into how he was thrusting into you.

But you quickly regretted your insolent behaviour when he suddenly grabbed you and threw you onto the mattress, shortly being withdrawn from you. You gasped and caught yourself with your elbows, but the bedding was soft enough anyway.

Astarion prowled closer to you, his gaze that of a predator closing in on his prey once more. Then as he moved your legs up with his hands he eyed your throbbing core that was desperate to welcome him again. He positioned his hips and his glistening hard length between your legs.

You thought he was just about to make your wish happen with how he pressed up your thighs to spread you for him. But as you looked at his face you found him gazing at you, his messy white curls falling into his face, crimson eyes glinting in awe at the sight of you while his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your legs.

“Look at you, my darling,” he whispered as if to himself. But when he continued his eyes locked with yours: “Look how beautiful you are.” He emphasised his words by squeezing your thighs with his splayed fingers.

He practically moaned the words as he pushed your thighs a little further and finally began to sink into you again.

His mouth was agape as he leaned forward over you, making your legs bend towards your head as far as your exquisite body allowed. His eyes were glazing over with lust and a sound you could only describe as a purr rumbled through his chest as he slowly buried himself into you again until he had bottomed out.

“Look how well you take me, love. My good, good girl.”

You gasped at his praise, eyes wide as he spelled out exactly his thoughts for you. He leaned further over you and grabbed your wrists to pin them down beside each side of your head. Instinctively your legs wrapped around his hips then, your ankles crossed, trying to hold him deep inside you.

It earned you a loving smile, an approving hum. But then Astarion withdrew from you slowly again.

“You’re so good for me,” he mumbled and then slammed into you so hard again it made you yelp. “And so ready.”

“My beautiful darling”, Astarion continued, eyes fixed on you while he thrust again, making your breath almost catch in your throat as you kept staring at him with eyes wide, mouth open as he kept telling you just how much he adored you.

His eyes were soft as he slammed into you unyieldingly, nothing but praise leaving his full lips while he sped up the pace and you felt it wouldn’t take long anymore. Not with how he had kept teasing you, how he had made you work for every inch gained.

You lost all ability to do anything but let your body arch towards his more and clenching around him in eager desperation while he kept going: both with the praise and the thrusts.

“You’re so perfect, Tav, my darling.”

“Can you take me a little harder still?”

“Yes, my good little pup.”

“Look how eager you are, you little fox.”

“You’re a goddess, my love. My goddess.”

You felt yourself lose yourself, your legs already starting to tremble with how tense they were as you felt the orgasm creep up onto you. Meanwhile Astarion’s eyes didn’t leave yours for a second while he hovered above you. Every detail of his perfect face imprinted permanently into your memory: the soft laugh lines and around his eyes and crinkles around his crimson eyes, the perfect aristocratic nose, the soft, full lips he occasionally bit down on as he too kept losing himself in you, showing his pronounced canines. You could have gone forever with tiny details you would never forget in this lifetime - or the next.

All while he kept fucking you unrelentingly and unapologetically.

And neither would you forget how it felt, how with every deep hit within you you partially lost yourself and how you let yourself be taken willingly.

Then he let go of one of your wrists to let a hand wander between your bodies, the pad of his thumb easily finding your clit despite how closely your bodies were pressed together already. And it gave you the opportunity to lift one of your hands to his face and cup it - while he kept going. His head fell a little lower and some of his soft, white curls were tickling your face lightly.

The way he fucked you so hard while he looked at you with those loving eyes was such a stark contrast but it just felt right like that. It made for the perfect mixture. It assured you that now matter how deep and long you’d fall, he’d make sure you find your way back again. And that you’d do the same for him.

Then, when he sloppily started to swipe over the tender bud between your legs, you knew this was about to become your end.

Just for a few moments his gaze strayed from yours, looking at how you were still in his shirt, a sign of how you belonged to him. How you were his and his alone. He’d never forget this image: you coming undone beneath him while his old, dusty shirt was bunched up over your bared breasts, being drenched with the sheen of sweat that by now covered your whole body.

There was nothing on his mind but you and how you made him feel. Becoming almost too much, it was almost as if he could feel his undead heart start beating again.

And he didn’t stop, locking eyes with you again. His words became more incoherent slowly and you noticed from how his pace became a little unsteady that he was about to lose himself completely as well. The muscles in your legs and lower body were tensed so much that it started to hurt but just added to the tension building up inside you. You were ready to snap at a moment’s notice.

“I love you, Tav,” were his lasts words of praise as he slammed into you a final time and you felt his cock twitch violently inside of you announcing his savage orgasm.

“I love you,” you moaned back as - in time with him - you felt how you lost the last of yourself as well. A long wailing moan, exclaiming his name once more towards the heavens left your lips as you felt yourself dissipate into the aether.

He kept fucking you through waves of pleasure making both of you shake while he spilled himself inside of you, his head falling to the crook of your neck where he moaned your name again and again - a continued credo of his devotion to you and only you.

And when nothing of it was left but shaking, trembling bodies and heavy, gasping breathing Astarion slowly lifted his head from your neck and withdrew from you. With a groan he rolled off you and he sighed deeply. One of his hands reassuringly remaining on your body at all times.

None of you were able to formulate a complete sentence again but with still softly shaking hands he pulled down his shirt over your trembling body and then pulled you to his naked chest.

You were thankful for the opportunity to snuggle up against him, legs already tangling with his. Pleasant exhaustion and deep, unyielding love was all you felt as you were lying in his arms. And Astarion felt very much the same as he began to slowly stroke your back.

A whole eternity later it felt like, he spoke again: “I guess you should wear my clothes more often, my love. What comes of it has proven beneficial for the both of us, don’t you think, sweetheart?”

You simply hummed in approval, still way too worn out from how “beneficial” this all had been for you.

“You’re forgetting to use your words again, darling. You should try it sometime, it gets you far in life,” Astarion replied sassily when you offered nothing more in response.

You growled in annoyance and grabbed a nearby pillow. When Astarion was about to keep teasing you, you whacked him straight in the face with the plush thing, causing him to hiss and curse at you.

“I love you, Astarion. And now shut up, you noisy vampire!” you scolded him and tiredly let the pillow drop off the side of the mattress.

Astarion huffed at you.

But then he pulled you in closer to him, pressing his cheek to the top of your head as he closed his eyes.

“I love you too, my little rascal.”

The smile on your lips stayed there when you slowly drifted off to your dreams - and even until you woke up again.

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months

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I love how you write for Astarion, my request is (as long as your comfortable with it) Tav tends to have nightmares from a past sexual assault, one that they've opened up and told Astarion about once their relationship became more official and he opened up. One night, Tav wakes up with a scream bolt upright in their bedroll, hyperventilating. Everyone comes to check on them, but it's Astarion who realizes what's going on immediately coming to their aid and comforting them.

I did not really reference what the dream was about, but I did imply it was about somebody who hurt Tav/Reader in a few lines

This is also my first time writing any of the companions besides Astarion so I hope I did okay with them lol

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Warnings: panic attack, ugly crying, protective Astarion

Word Count: 704

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The scream shatters the quiet of the night. Everyone rushes toward the sound, weapons drawn and spells at the tip of their tongues. They find no monster, no animal, no criminal - only their leader, sitting up in their bedroll, sobbing uncontrollably.

Astarion is the first to recognize what’s happened. He rushes from his tent to your side, hands held in front of him though not touching you. His face is serious, eyes focused on you with an intensity he shared with no one else.

“It’s alright, darling,” he coos as calmly as he can. “Do you hear me? You’re safe.”

Your whole body shakes. A cold sweat soaks your sleep clothes and sticks your hair to your head. Your breaths come in rapid, shallow. You don’t look at him. The spawn isn’t even sure you see him. Perhaps all you perceive him as is the monster of your past.

He slowly takes your hand in his, loose enough that you could pull away with no resistance. You almost do - until your eyes, wide and teary and fearful, meet his. Whether it is fear of the monster you see in his face or a desperate plea for help, he can’t tell. “Can you hear me, dove? You’re alright. You’re safe.”

Gale dashes over with a canteen of water. Karlach drops her battle axe in favor of rushing to your side. Shadowheart starts kneeling by your side, hoping she can provide any help. Wyll is just starting to approach when Astarion nearly growls and waves them all away with a hand. “Go away! Give them space!”

“They’re-!”

“Not physically injured,” he barked at the cleric. “They’re panicking. Back. Up.”

Shadowheart frowns, but she gets up and backs a few paces away. Gale drops the water by Astarion and retreats. Karlach has to be stopped by Wyll - too blinded by her worry to register how angry Astarion is. Lae’zel watches on, weapon still drawn.

Your eyes have been fixed on him the whole time. The sneer drops once they’re far enough away from you.

“It’s alright, dear, just breathe.” He pulls your hand to his chest. There’s no heartbeat, but, though he doesn’t need to, he makes a show of breathing deeply. His lungs and chest expand with each breath. “Come on, love, breathe with me. You’re safe.”

His words finally seem to reach you. You wheeze and choke as you force your breathing to slow down and follow his. He’s sure his heart would have stuttered with relief if it still beat. “That’s it. That’s it.”

The entire camp is anxious as they watch on. It takes much too long before you’re beginning to breathe normally. Your face is red and wet and snotty from crying, but you don’t have the energy or presence to care. Nobody else does, either.

“You’re safe,” Astarion repeats for the up-teenth time. He squeezed your hand gently. “Nobody is going to hurt you. Alright?”

You shakily nod. The fact you could answer eased his concern immensely. The haze of your nightmare finally lifted. You were now all-too-aware of your sweat-drenched body, of the tears on your face, and of everyone else watching your breakdown. You sighed, sapped of energy. “I’m sorry,” you croaked.

“Don’t you dare,” he chastises immediately.

You sniff as you lean forward, dropping your head against his shoulder. He’s not wholly comforted with the knowledge that snot was getting on his shirt, but, he supposed, it was better than leaving you to suffer. He’d be cleaning it first light, though. He wraps an arm around your back and tangles his other hand in your hair. Your hand falls from his chest and around his waist, where you weakly hang on to the fabric of his shirt.

Over your shoulder, Astarion nods to the others. They’re reluctant to leave, but if they stay they risk being yelled at by him again. Karlach is the last to leave. She gives him a pointed look - silently telling him that she demands answers in the morning - and he nods, if only to get her to leave you alone.

“You’re alright, dear. I’m here.”

“Don’t leave,” you whimpered into his shoulder.

He stroked your hair. “I won’t,” he promised. “I’m right here.”

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nivisdreaming · 1 year

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What if eddie tied reader in rope and stuff then shut the door while watching tv, reader starts to feel overwheled but when they use their safeword eddie doesnt hear it until reader yells it

ok so!! i’m gonna take this n run with it a little because i couldnt decide what type of overwhelm to do, but brat tamer!eddie who is also soft my beloved!!! he’s a bit harsher of a dom than my last dom!eddie fic, but still just as soft afterwards <333

Summary: Fed up with your bratty attitude, Eddie decides to be extra mean with his punishment and leave you alone while a vibrator overstimulates you. When it gets to be too much, you attempt to call a safeword, only to discover he can’t hear you from where he’s stationed outside the room. It’s only after you use the last of your strength he rushes into the room, comforting you and nursing you back to that fuzzy safety of his presence.

WC: ~2k (oops i went overboard again)

Tags: Hurt/comfort, safeword use, mildly unsafe BDSM practices (don’t leave someone tied without supervision or communication!!), overstimulation, brat taming, adult toys, bondage, collaring mentioned, fem!reader, dom!eddie, sub!reader, aftercare, praise, implied syncope/pre-syncope

You knew you were in for it the second Eddie opened the toy drawer. You had been running your mouth all day, talking back to Eddie whenever given the chance, and decided to start teasing him with pictures of his favorite lingerie while he was at band practice. The second he was home, you were hauled over his shoulder and carried to the bedroom, where he dropped you on the bed and turned to rustle through the drawer.

“Strip. Nothing but your collar, or you’ll make this worse for yourself,” he barks out. The drawer slams shut and he heads for the door, shutting and locking it for the time being. When he turns around to face you, still scrambling the get the last of your clothing off, you can see what he’s selected. In one hand, he holds a wand vibrator, one of your most powerful toys with 10 different speed selections and a long plug in cord to prevent battery death. In the other, he holds a pair of your favorite fuzzy handcuffs, and a long section of bright red rope.

A shudder runs down your spine as you peel your panties off, leaving you bare under his gaze. You can see the wicked glint in his eyes, his ever-presenting smirk unfading as he speaks, “On your back, wrists together in front of you.” You move to lie on the bed, watching his movements to plug in the toy but leave it off, then coming to kneel beside you. He snaps the handcuffs to your wrists, checking the tightness before ripping your thighs apart to expose your cunt to him. “Based on the way your dripping onto the sheets already, I don’t need to worry about prepping you for this punishment. Just in case, what’s your safeword baby?” His eyes are the softest you had seen them all day, and it manages to conjure small butterflies in your stomach. He always looks so lovesick for you in these gentle little movements of reprieve.

“Yellow to slow, red to stop completely, sir,” you reply, finding your voice to already have that sickly sweet and timid tone to it. So much for the misbehaving and bratty attitude.

He gives a nod and releases your legs. You hold them open for him, curious of what is going to occur next, when he huffs and stands up from the bed. “One more thing, I think this is missing just one more thing.” He returns to the toy drawer and searches for a moment, pulling out a matching red silk scarf and returning to your side. “You won’t need to see for this. Want you focused in on feeling every single of your punishment, no need to overwhelm that pretty head of yours with anything other than pleasure.” He secures the scarf around your eyes, blocking out your sight to anything other than the fabric.

There’s a pause where all you can hear is the shuffling of his footsteps, and then a buzzing noise fills the room. You can feel the cool head of the wand pressed against your inner thigh as Eddie slowly makes his way up your body, until he’s got it pressed directly against your clit, making you squirm and try to pull away from the sudden intensity of stimulation. He chuckles lowly, “Oh honey, if you think this is bad, you are in for a hell of a night,” he ticks the setting up higher on the toy, making you cry out. His knees come to rest of either side of you, pushing your thighs together until he’s got the toy trapped between your legs and pushed right up against your core. He snickers as he bends to reach the ropes, quick to tie simple bands around the meat of your legs, even as you writhe and whine under him.

He secures the last knot and gives a light tap to your cheek to capture your attention. “There, now you can’t get away from it. Be a good girl and take everything you are given.” You whimper but mutter out an agreement in between your breathless cries. “You’re always such a vocal little thing. I’m going to go enjoy my night and probably smoke a bit, try not to wake the neighborhood with your crying and maybe I’ll let you have my cock later, ‘kay sweet-cheeks?” Satisfied with your nod, he exits the room, slotting the bedroom door shut behind him in hopes of sealing some of your noise inside. You two had begun to receive a few noise complaints, specifically about the longer sessions that tended to drag on late into the night, and Eddie planned to drag this one out as long as possible. As much as he hated being so horny from all the teasing and not being able to fuck you already, he knew it would feel so much better if you could take you while you were already so dumb-fucked and overstimulated. That, and he hoped you would be too busy babbling about how sensitive you were to continue your bratting. He sat on the couch with a sigh, turning on a horror flick he had already seen a thousand times and attempting to get comfortable for the everlasting evening he was in for.

Meanwhile, you felt your first orgasm start to rip through your body, triggering your back to arch up and a strangled moan to pull from your throat. You tried to keep it quiet and listen to Eddie’s orders, but it was really difficult with the incessant vibrating against you. There just never was a moment of break, your core kept clenching down and your hips bucked, unsure whether to chase the pleasure or run away, not that you could actually do either. Your whole body shook as you came for the second time, the overstimulation to your clit sending waves of slick gushing out of you and beginning to puddle underneath you. You heaved, whole body feeling like it was burning from the spasms, pain melding with pleasure and creating a bitter-sweet loop of never ending orgasms being clawed from you with a vengeance.

You began to lose count around number 7, brain too fuzzed out and overloaded to organize clear thoughts anymore. You found your voice too hoarse to make much noise anymore, reduced to soft whimpers and pants for air as you fought to keep your lungs full. Your tongue lulled out, mouth dry from the constant gasping. The soreness in your core was unbelievable, like fireworks stabbing you from the inside, burning hot and white and blinding, punching you in the gut repeatedly like someone was knocking the wind out of you.

It was delicious, truly, the endorphins running through you, the powerless submission being left here made you feel. Or it would be, could you just get enough air in to appreciate it. Every shot of electricity up your spine forced everything out of your lungs, a horrific forced hyperventilation that was starting to darken up the corners of your vision, the red of the fabric being transformed to a creeping black that pulsated and grew with the pounding of your heart.

Lightheadness, a little floaty and dizzy feeling, you were used to these happening during a session. But this, this felt different. A terrifying sense of impending doom accompanied them, leaving your sweaty body to feel as if your blood was suddenly ice cold. Broken, breathless, and quickly running out of energy, you tried to weakly call out to Eddie, “I-… r-red, ssir..”

You could hear no shift in what was going on behind the closed door. The movie was loud, at it’s most vicious moments, and with the muffling of the walls and the buzzing there was no way for him to hear you like this.

A sob clutched at your throat, further forcing the oxygen from you as you felt the tension increase in your stomach again. It burned so bad now, you couldn’t tell the pounding of your head from the pounding of your clit, and your limbs felt too heavy to squirm around anymore, despite the convulsions still wracking your body. The powerful toy had you right on the edge again, and the threat of coming another time was enough to punch a scream of your safeword from your chest just as there was a loud shriek from Eddie’s movie.

Eddie was off the couch and flying to the bedroom in a flash, throwing the door open and scanning over you in a guttural panic. Just the sound of you screaming out for him at felt like a stab the chest, and the sight of you twisted the knife deeper in his heart. He yanked the plug from the wall, killing the vibrations while he ripped the blindfold from your eyes. Both hands came up to cradle your head as he tried to get your blown out pupils to focus on him, though it appeared you stared right through him.

“I’m here baby, I’m right here, can you hear me? I need you to focus on my voice honey,” he wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, “Fuck, you’re breathing really fast baby, you need to slow down or you’re gonna knock yourself out. Try breathe with me, best you can. Deep breath in, 1…2…3…4. Deep breath out, 1…2…3…4, just like that hun, you’re doing so well, such a good girl.” A small whine left you at his words, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sign that you were coming back to him.

“Shhh, shhhh, it’s okay, I’ve gotcha now baby, let’s get these off you so I can clean you up and get you properly snuggled with me.” He removes your cuffs and undoes the rope bindings, allowing all your shaky limbs to flop freely. He gathers you up in his arms and presses a water bottle to your lips, urging you to drink half. He then moves you to lay on the couch while quickly changes the sheets to clean ones, before taking you back to bed. He wraps one arm over your shoulder to hold you close while the other runs a damp cloth over your thighs and tummy, cleaning off the sweat and slick until he’s satisfied. When he’s finally finished, he pulls you all the way onto his chest and wraps a blanket around the both of you. He presses a sweet kiss to you forehead before leaning down to whisper into your ear.

“My sweet girl, you did so well for me tonight. I’m so sorry for leaving you like that baby, I never meant to be away for that long, got distracted daydreaming about you and forgot I had my pretty girl all to myself already. Not gonna leave like that again, okay? Never again. Staying right here, holding you close forever and ever. Keep you warm and soft and bundled up, just a baby should be.” He squeezes you a bit tighter. “I love my perfect baby so much, you know that? Love you with all of me. I’ll keep you safe, you know that right? I’m going to keep you so safe. No one can hurt you, because you’re mine. My baby.” He leaves kisses all over your head and face, coaxing a small giggle from you as you peel your tired eyes open long enough to place a kiss on his lips.

“Love you too, my teddy bear.” Your eyes fall back shut, and your asleep in seconds, both you and Eddie pressed chest to chest, clinging to each other all night.

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melonn-soda · 4 months

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❝ BIRDS OF A FEATHER... ❞

intro... (you are here) | ch. 1... |

word count: 1.4k

warnings: kaveh x male reader. reader is kind of stuck up and an asshole I guess? he's also a massive tease so there's that too

prompt: it's not everyday such a face strolls into sumeru, especially when your big day is coming up. when you want an architect to redesign the interior of the venue for your coming of power, kaveh just happens to be unable to keep his trap shut. now, the pride of sumeru is held atop his fingertips. what will he do to keep you significantly pleased..?

notes: everyone is going to be ooc because I can't be bothered to research on how these characters act and bond, so I'm going off whatever is on the top of my head. I don't want to work on my other drafts bc im just not feeling it so here's a series I might work on in the meantime

fem aligned dni

A golden pheasant.

With patterns so elegant and beautiful, anyone would make way for the figure that steps so silently against the rough, grey stones. Unkissable lips are shielded from the eyes of the unworthy, a fan made with golden feathers blocking the lower half of the presence’s face. Li Yue’s treasure, they called this person, rumors saying that they held more value than the Jade Palace itself.

People stared in awe at such an influential figure stalking through the streets of Sumeru, whispering about why they were here in the first place. Such a noble wouldn’t even show their face to the public unless needed to, so why are they here, gracing the commoners with such a sight?

“Make way for the heir! Lower your heads!” One of the Millileth soldiers at your side barks at the citizens of Sumeru, earning a distasteful look from the noble. The soldier shrinks under their gaze, lips pursing in shame for speaking without command.

The fan snaps shut, “Excuse them,” they hiss out in annoyance, “My guards don’t seem to realize that we are in a different country that undergoes a different culture. Not just that but that my status doesn’t matter as much here. Feel free to act as if it is a normal day, do not mind my presence.” The fan spreads once more as you make your way to the Akademiya.

Kaveh can’t help but stare at such a powerful man being within such a close proximity of him, wondering what type of business he had within Sumeru. Surely, it must be really important if he had to show up in person with all his glory. Although he hesitates, Kaveh follows you to the Akedemiya. It wouldn’t seem suspicious because he is a student there but something big must be happening and his curiosity won’t settle until he finds out.

Noticing how majestically you carry yourself despite the dirt beginning to gather at the ends of your coat, Kaveh is nothing short of entranced by how royal you seem. Radiating a gentle yet intimidating persona behind the security of that fan, willing to crush anyone beneath the heel of your boot if someone were to step out of place but also caress the chin of a treasure you desire. Two conflicting faces broken and moulded into one. It makes Kaveh’s eyes close in disgust and his gut to wrench at the idea of getting on your bad side. When his eyes open, he takes notice of the Electro vision that sits on your lower back, hung on a chain that is tight on your waist.

Tearing his gaze away from the vision, the doors to the Akademiya open to reveal his three friends standing there before they kneel almost immediately. It was certainly a sight to behold, seeing Al Haitham being so obedient despite his snappy nature. Kaveh almost dared to laugh before a quick glare from Cyno shut him up and the architect dropped to the floor in respect.

Fan snapping shut once more, you speak, “Please raise your heads, there is no need for such politeness.” You sigh at the end of your sentence, watching as one of your guards gave you a baffled look. Lightning crackled beneath your feet as you glared at the soldier, causing him to yelp and shut up before he could even make another remark.

“My liege,” Al Haitham was the first to rise from the ground, hand still placed over his chest, “Do you have everything you desire for your celebration of the inheritance of your family? List of items desired, location held..?” His voice trails off, letting you list off what you have.

“I have most of what I need.” Your eyes close as if you were in thought, “However, the interior of where I want it held is.. bland. Missing the flare I crave. I would like to hire an architect.”

Maybe Kaveh gets too excited, because the way he chimes up when you mention architecture doesn’t go ignored, “I can help with that!” Your eyes sharply turn towards him and his stomach twists unpleasantly at the pointed stare you give him. In fact, everyone looks at him funny. Now, nervously, he purses his lips and fiddles with his thumbs, “W-well, that is if you’ll let me.. um, all I would need to know is the aesthetic you’d like and the budget..” He mutters sheepishly.

“Golden academia, ten million mora. The gold doesn’t have to be real, just believable.” You answer him with a ‘fwip!’ of your fan, flowing air through your face and the locks of your hair, “Any leftover funds in your hands by the time you’re finished you may keep as a tip.”

Kaveh perks up in surprise, sputtering an, “Of course!” nerves now on fire just from how much the money loosens restrictions, “Um, do you mind showing me the building so I could get started on thinking up something?”

He thinks that you hid the amused smile poorly because from behind the fan, he could make out the slight quirk of your lips and the nearly unnoticeable squint of your eyes. Heart nearly jumping out of his chest, you turn to fully face him, “Tomorrow, little bird of paradise.” A hand shuffles to pull a scroll from your pocket, handing it over to Al Haitham, “This is the rest of the stuff I need. I’ll throw in extra money for your help.”

The scribe opens its seal, skims it over, and gives you a nod. You smile in return and turn around, closing your fan as you head towards the exit. Nothing, however, prepares Kaveh for the way the end of your fan brushes against his jawline with that pointed stare and subtle smirk you wear as your step towards the door. His face flushes a hundred times more red when you whisper, “8 am, Avidya Forest. Try not to be late.”

The architect gulps in anticipation, letting go of the breath he hadn’t realized he’s been holding the second your fan no longer touches his skin. The doors shut behind your figure and the lobby of the Akademiya is eerily silent, an occasional shuffle coming from some random scholar's feet from across the hall.

After the momentary silence, Tighnari huffed out, causing Kaveh to blush embarrassingly at the words the forest ranger scoffs, “He’s so trying to get into your pants.”

…

“What were you thinking!?” Al Haitham seethes at Kaveh while pacing around in the living room, the latter’s hands digging into his hair. The two of them have gotten into many petty arguments but Kaveh thinks that this is the first time Al Haitham’s been truly infuriated with him. It’s heavily uncharacteristic of him but Kaveh knows that his anger is not misplaced.

“I don’t know!” Kaveh whines, burying his face into his hands after he pulls them away from his scalp, “I can’t tell if it was just the heat of the moment or the opportunity of working with Li Yue’s Treasure but I was talking before I even realized!”

“Kaveh,” Al Haitham growls, planting his hands on the table that sits in front of the couch, glaring at the blond, “if you fuck this up, you’ll destroy the pride Sumeru carries.” The said man peeks at his roommate through his fingers, “Li Yue’s Treasure is an influential man that holds so much power because of his inheritance. If one bad review comes from someone like him and it manages to be overheard, that business might as well just close down because their income will be tarnished, alongside their reputation. The whole country might as well just perish.”

His heart sinks in despair from how much pressure was suddenly placed on his shoulders. The nagging voices of his previous clients were enough to drive him crazy but you? Oh, boy. Kaveh’s not sure what to do with himself. He should shut his mouth permanently with stitches for any future events that may cause him to speak out. Deep down, the architect hopes you aren’t very picky or impatient, if those two were put together he’s sure he’d be dead before he even knows it.

“I’ll..” Kaveh sighs, carding his fingers through his bangs, “I’ll think of something, I swear.” When it spills from his lips, it sounds more like words to reassure himself. Kaveh doesn’t want to dig himself deeper into the dirt than he already has.

#male reader #x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin x male reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x male reader #“birds of a feather” series; kaveh x male reader

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rsmura · 7 months

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dates with enha ୨୧ enhypen

( bookshelf ) genre fluff pairing enha x fem reader word count 1.6k warnings skinship, pet names, not proofread

a/n none.

heeseung

— carnival

you have always loved the ambience of carnivals, with their music playing in the background and lots of screams

which is why you asked heeseung if you guys could go there, which ofc he said yes he could also show off his skills

when you arrived you saw this huge teddy that you wanted so bad so you ran over to it like a small child

you watched as other people tried to get it but failed so you pouted knowing you didn’t want to waste money trying to get it as well

heeseung saw this being the observant guy he is, and knew he had to get it for you

when you went to the bathroom he immediately ran over to the teddy and attempted to get it. and ofc he does legit an ace at everything

you came back and saw heeseung holding this giant teddy, the one you wanted to be exact, and started squealing

“babe i literally just went to the bathroom, how did you get this so fast?”

“i knew you wanted it so i tried and i got it for you!” he exclaimed and handed you the teddy, you jumping around and hugging it

you guys ended the date with a ferris wheel ride, embracing and sitting next to each other, as the teddy sat on the other side

rest under cut !

jay

— restaurant

as it was your anniversary, jay spent days searching for a romantic date and he decided on this new opened fancy restaurant

he told you to wear something fancy but didn’t explain where you were going as he wanted it to be a surprise

when you got there, there was absolutely no one so you were a bit confused

jay disappeared only to come back with a bouquet of red roses and a teddy bear

“jay oh my gosh! stop this is so cute.” you gushed over everything he planned

“i rented this restaurant for the night so take your time in ordering, eating, anything. tonight is about us baby.” he gave you the flowers, not forgetting to leave a soft peck on your lips

on the last meal for dessert, you wanted to order an ice cream but jay had other plans

he gestured towards the waiter who then brought out this beautiful red heart cake that said, happy anniversary baby, on it

turns out jay had specifically designed it himself bc he wanted to make it extra special and memorable

get me a bf like jay..

jake

— dog cafe

layla was over in korea, so you and jake decided to bring her to make friends with other dogs, hence why you guys decided on going to a dog cafe

since layla loved going on walks, she started barking and got really excited hearing the word ‘walk’

you got to the cafe and immediately dogs started barking and licking you amongst your arrival, as layla ran around, looking at the toys and obstacles the cafe had provided

you being a big dog lover yourself, squealed and started running over to the small puppies that had been playing together

jake ordered and sat down at a table close enough to see layla, as you continued baby talking with the puppies you were fond with

all while forgetting jake, your boyfriend

“princess can you pay more attention to me pleaseee?” he whined, “i know i’m not a dog but isn’t this supposed to be our date?” he asked, emphasising on the our

“sorry, these puppies are just so cute! i’ll pay more attention to you later when they’re tired.” you apologised but not even looked at jake as the puppies started jumping up and down your legs

suddenly you felt a big presence behind you, thinking it was layla or another big dog. only to find jake kneeling like a dog and panting, sticking his tongue out

“jake! what are you doing? please this is so funny.”

“you weren’t giving me attention as your boyfriend, so i bet you gotta give me attention as a dog!” you laughed and ruffled his hair, “alright alright, i’ll pay attention to you then.” you gave him a peck on his temple and sat down

after writing this panting like a dog sounds kinda goofy

sunghoon

— ice rink

it was one of your first dates and he wanted it to be special and cute which you agreed ofc bc who wouldn’t want to see the ice prince in action??

you guys got your skates and started putting them on when little kids started rushing in, excited to see the rink

you smiled at their excitement, waving hi to a few of them staring at you, when a child came up to sunghoon

“hi mr! can you help me with my skates? it’s so hard!” they pouted as they held the laces of the skates with their hands

sunghoon ofc helped them, making small talk, as you gushed over how cute he looked with little kids

when you got on the rink, you held the side wall and wobbled a bit, so sunghoon came over to help you, holding your waist and moving backwards

“help. how do i move..” you tried moving your two feet, in result almost tumbling over if not for sunghoon. you got no answer, “love are you zoning out-”

“babe you look so cute concentrating on your feet.” he giggled and started teaching you the basic steps of moving, making sure to hold you extra tight in case you fell he just wanted to hold you

he then made a deal with you that everytime you made 50 steps, he would give you a soft kiss on the lips you got at least ten thousand kisses that day

sunoo

— movies and ice cream

sunoo had originally planned to go out and watch a movie but unfortunately the weather said no

you opted to watch at home instead considering you had netflix and a bunch of choices to choose from

you guys sat on the couch, warming up inside the blanket due to the rainy cold weather, holding hands as you scrolled through the movies, sunoo eating his mint chocolate ice cream

“oh my gosh babes we should so watch barbie!” you were excited as the old barbie cartoons had recently been added back onto netflix

“nooo i don’t want to watch barbie… can we watch something like, uh, train to busan?” he obviously wanted more action entertainment, but you didn’t want to use your brain and think about the storyline, so clearly you didn’t agree

sunoo very much didn’t want to watch barbie today, as last time you guys watched peppa pig, so he decided to tease you by flicking his ice cream onto your face

“no. you did not!” you screamed, taking a spoon and trying to flick it back onto sunoo, him flicking even more onto you and your clothes

ofc this meant no more movie watching since the blanket and you guys + your clothes were drenched with mint chocolate ice cream sunoo ended up doing the washing as he started it

“babe i swear next time we gotta stop with the food, we can literally never watch anything with it.” sunoo laughed off whilst putting the clothes in the washer, not forgetting to leave you a big kiss on the back of your head as you were washing your face

jungwon

— picnic

inspired by his en-log a while back

you guys decided on a picnic date next to the han river

jungwon brought out your fav snacks and drinks being the thoughtful person he is and you brought some card/board games you wanted to play

the sun eventually started setting a bit, indicating night fall

you and jungwon were cuddled up in a cozy blanket, leaning against a tree, as you watched the sun set below the mountains, casting a shadow along the river

“wow the sunset is so beautiful. right won?” you stared at the view in front of you, then turned to your left, seeing jungwon look at you with his sleepy eyes

“i have two beautiful views in front of me, you and the sky. but i’m getting a bit sleepy now..” you laughed and made a gesture that he could lay down

as he started drifting asleep, you took a few pictures of him on your lap and saved it to your favourites

you started tidying up the food and games, put it back into the basket, making sure not to wake him up, especially after hearing his light snores

riki

— paintball

i feel like riki’s someone who gets competitive and likes sports

so you weren’t surprised when he invited you for a paintball session

only for the staff to place you on the other team with complete strangers…

you didn’t do well with strangers so obviously it was gonna be hard communicating up with them but riki being very sociable, had no problem in small talk, and came up with a few strategies to take out your team

his first opponent to take out was you☺️

so while you were hiding behind a tree, riki saw you and ran up to you, giving you a small back hug, wrapping his arms around your waist

“what the- riki what are you doing?!” you were surprised someone had come up behind you

“hi!!” he giggled, “how are you doing?” you were about to answer when he teased, “oops, sorry i’m eliminating you first!” and shot your vest with the paint

“riki what! i’m your girlfriend..” he just giggled

safe to say you got a bit mad petty much and riki had to smother you with little kisses all over your face when you guys got home

networks @k-films

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unreadpoppy · 5 months

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Clean that face

Raphael x Tav (gender neutral pronouns)

@dungeonspawn showed me this picture and I had to write this.

“You know, you could just -” they snapped their fingers “and get this over with.” Tav said, while wetting a clean rag.

Raphael smirked. “And why would I do that, when I can have my little mouse clean my face.”

Tav rolled their eyes as they twisted the piece of cloth, removing the excess water. They were preparing to sleep, when suddenly, they were teletransported in front of a very bloodied Raphael’s presence, who made one simple demand.

Clean his face.

So here they were, in the Devil’s Den, Raphael sitting on the bed, while Tav was preparing themselves mentally for the task.

Tav walked towards him and kneeled, to be face to face with him. They sighed and brought the rag closer to him. Gently, they dabbed his face, staining the rag with blood. “What did you do to even get this dirty?”

“Private business, dear.” He replied. “Private business.”

Tav huffed, annoyed. “And why me? Don’t you have Korilla for that.” They wanted him to speak, so he’d get rid of the stupid look he had on his face as they cleaned.

“Ah, but Korilla is a different matter entirely. You are my favorite misadventurer.”

Tav shot him a look but kept quiet. The quicker they finished cleaning him, the faster they’d be back in their bedroll. None of them spoke as Tav briefly changed rags, once the first one was too dirty. When they looked back at Raphael, face still half dirty, they couldn’t help but think how soft he looked.

Especially his eyes.

‘Stop that. Perish the thought immediately.’ Tav shook their head, trying to clear it.

“Having trouble?” Raphael asked.

“Hum? Nothing.” They said, coming back to their spot. “You just…annoy me a lot.”

“Hah!” Raphael barked out a laugh. “You were the one who agreed to it, dear Tav.” He smirked once again. “If you didn’t want to do it, you could have said no, as you have numerous other times.” He leaned close. “Or maybe, you wanted to obey me…to please me.”

“I-would-how-” Tav had trouble coming up with a coherent sentence. Raphael leaned back, smirk widening.

“Cat got your tongue?”

They stood up, throwing the rag in his face. “You’re clean now.” They walked away from him, crossing their arms.

Raphael looked at himself in the mirror and then turned his gaze towards Tav. “Well done, little mouse.”

They rolled their eyes and rubbed their forehead. “Can you just send me back to my camp, please? Before the others question what has happened.”

“Of course.” Raphael walked towards them. “But don’t rest just yet. I might ask for your favor once again soon.” With this ominous promise of a future meeting, Raphael snapped his fingers, and Tav was once again at camp, with a dirty rag in hands.

“Where in the nine hells were you and what is that on your hands?!” Astarion, whom Tav forgot doesn’t sleep, immediately demanded answers upon their return.

Tav sighed and cursed the devil mentally. This would be a long night.

#raphael x tav #raphael bg3 #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael the cambion #tav baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3

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adrift-in-thyme · 6 days

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@telemna-hyelle it took more than an hour (sorry about that) but here it is! The Four/Dot fluff I promised!

I hope it helps you end your day on a good note <33

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He isn’t ready for this.

Four moves along the wooded path as if in a trance. He knows every step of this place like the back of his hand. But usually, he is much more attentive than this. Usually, he keeps a watchful eye on the surrounding area, scouting for the stray chu or keese.

Today, however, he cannot seem to keep his mind on such things. The sunlight dappled earth beneath his feet, the scent of leaves and bark baked in the afternoon warmth, the breeze that caresses his cheeks, and the chittering of the many critters that scamper about within the foliage – they are all lost on him.

He feels Dot’s hand in his, her palm smooth and warm. He smells her perfume – light and sweet like the cotton candy they spin at the yearly festivals. He hears her laughter, bright and unrestrained and free as she tells a tale from her day. He sees her, radiant, hair like strands of gold and eyes the color of the joyful sky.

She looks at him, says something he can’t comprehend. He nods, conjures up a smile. With luck, it won’t be as strained as he feels that it is.

He has faced beasts one hundred times his size, navigated the pain and confusion of being split into four, saved the world twice. But by the golden three, he is not ready for this.

And yet, he is going through with it anyway. He can’t back down now. Not when his best friend is right here beside him, every moment of basking in her presence strengthening the love he feels for her.

Four squares his shoulders. Yes, this is the right thing to do. The hardest things often are.

The Minish have done a spectacular job preparing the clearing. That much is evident as soon as it comes into view. Everything is as they had planned. Every detail has been attended to with immaculate care.

Vines drape over tree limbs, their slim strands heavy with layered blossoms. Flower petals drift down in lazy pirouettes to join the coat of vibrant pink already lying on the forest floor. The sun glimmers through slightly parted branches. Not far off a fairy fountain casts its soothing glow. Soft notes of magic drift to Four’s ears as he leads Dot forward.

“Link,” she breathes, gazing upward and all around, eyes wide with adoration, “this is beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” he agrees with a calm he in no way feels. “The Minish worked very hard on it.”

Dot turns to him now, head cocked in question. “The Minish? What do you…”

She trails off as he drops to one knee.

It feels as though he is kneeling on a bed of silk. But the sensation in his chest as he reaches into his pouch is about as pleasant as the Big Octorok sitting on him.

The ring is in his palm though, a delicate thing melted and shaped and fired by his own two hands. It had taken countless tries to get it right, to meld the corners into the perfect curve, to carve the designs in the way he imagined them to be. Making jewelry is not quite the same as crafting a sword. It requires a different sort of skill.

But he had found that skill within him. And he had created something beautiful. Something he will be proud to see upon her finger.

“Zelda,” he murmurs and curses the way his voice trembles a bit at the end, “Zelda, Princess of Hyrule, my dearest friend…” He raises his head, gazes into those big blue eyes. The ones that had shone with empathy when the pieces of himself had threatened to shatter him anew. The ones that had glowed with mirth and joy at the festivals, brightened when he told a joke, gone sharp with interest when he told a tale.

The eyes he has gotten lost in so many times before, and hopes to many more times in the future.

“Zelda, will you marry me?”

She stares at him for a long, agonizing moment, hand held to her mouth, emotion surging across her face. Then, she laughs. She laughs and the world sings with the noise. And she swoops down and lands a kiss right on his lips.

“Was…” he croaks when his surroundings have swung back into focus and the dizzying mixture of elation and trepidation have abated somewhat, “...was that a yes?”

“Oh, Link, of course, it was! Of course!” Her hands are on his face. The ring shines on one of her fingers, though he can’t remember placing it there. Everything is a haze, a haze of wonder and joy and fear.

It looks perfect there, though. Almost as though she was born to wear it.

“I’ll marry you, Link!” She cries, visage aglow. “I would like nothing more!”

A laugh bubbles from his lips now, smaller and more hesitant, but overjoyed nonetheless. He stands and suddenly, his arms are around her and hers around him and they are hugging like the world depends upon it. Like if they let go, this moment, this delicate, beautiful moment will solidify and shatter.

Perhaps, it will. But Four likes to think that it is stronger than that. Like they are.

He blinks away the tears and smiles.

As a sword is forged to endure the struggles of time, so is their friendship made to withstand the toughest of tribulations. And that makes moments like this one even more precious.

“I love you,” she says and her very soul is in the words.

Four holds her tighter and makes himself a promise that he will never let her go. He will never allow her to fall in harm’s way again, never leave her to face life alone. No, they will stand tall through it all. Together.

“I love you too,” he whispers. “I love you too.”

#another wild fluff fic appears #two in the span of two weeks??#idk what's happening to me XD #thanks for letting me write this for you tellie <333 #i hope you liked it #and i hope your day gets better #and that tomorrow is easier and brighter #linked universe #lu four #lu dot #zelink #fluff #trin writes

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genshinarchives · 26 days

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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇. 𝟔

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟔 : 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : The Cataclysm came and went like a passing wind. As you gained the trust and respect of Sumeru’s people, you’ve also lost a piece of your heart.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Al-Haitham, Kaveh; hints of Cyno x reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, adventure, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Minor character death

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓

The sounds of war were all that you hear - the cries of the warriors, the clash of their weapons, and the explosions of Ka-dingirra's dingir cannons... With smoke rising to the sky like grey pillars, Sumeru had become a hell above the ground. You did everything you could to protect Rukkhadevata's and Deshret's people, and even spared some of Ka-dingirra's technologically advanced weapons for Sumeru's militia to use.

"Defeat the monsters! It's one more push before their front line crumbles!" Shamash barked out orders to the sukkals - the soldiers of Ka-dingirra - under his command. The Eleven Generals of Tiamat had all been stationed on the perimeter of Sumeru as the first line of defence; they were supposed to be the impregnable defence, yet the presence of the abyssal monsters in Sumeru told you of their fates. When Ereshkigal reappeared before you, kneeling with her head bowed, you knew that she was keeping her gaze low not out of reverence, but out of despair of what had befallen your precious generals.

"Raise your head," you said without looking at her trembling form, "and don't be afraid to tell me what happened. Relaying accurate information is vital in reducing the casualties as much as possible."

The grief of losing something was no longer foreign to you.

So why does your heart ache when you think about the lost lives of your generals?

With the combined efforts of Ka-dingirra's and Sumeru's militias, you were able to eliminate most of the monsters that were threatening the nation, pushing the front line back to where it began. As the sun disappeared below the horizon, the birds returned to their nests and the creatures of nocturne roused from their daytime slumber. However, the soldiers were given no moment of respite from the war that had blackened the sky while the civilians remained in their homes, shackled by fear.

After personally seeing to the wounded, Enki exited from the medical tent and roamed the camp in search for you. He scrutinised the area, hoping to see your familiar face - but all he saw were the haggard faces of the soldiers who had either been pushed to or were close to reaching their limits. He quickly stopped a passing soldier and questioned your whereabouts.

"I saw the King walking towards Avidya Forest," the soldier answered, pointing in the direction he saw you leave in, "When I asked her what she's planning to do there, she told me that she wants to check on the flora of the forest."

Enki's gaze saddened when he realised your purpose of being there. "I see... Thank you."

As you stood by a tree near Gandharva Ville, you quietly observed a small family of fennec fox hybrids, their large ears and bushy tails reminding you of a certain general who once served you with utmost devotion. The only difference between them is the colour of their fur; while his was light green and white, theirs is dark green and black.

"It seems that General Kingu was able to leave some descendants behind."

You turned your head just as Enki stepped forward to stand next to you, his gaze focused on the family you were observing.

"The colour of their fur is darker," he remarked with a slight smile, "They must have evolved to live in the forest."

"Yeah," was all you said.

Enki could tell that you weren't really paying attention to him or the hybrids; the faraway look in your eyes wordlessly told him where your mind was.

"Master, is something on your mind?"

His question finally drew you out of your thoughts, and you blinked at him, eyes wide. "Is it obvious that something is bothering me?"

"It's clear as day, at least to me."

You let out a muted sigh, your shoulders drooping.

"I don't know if I've been making the right choices," you admitted in a murmur, "It feels like there's always something blocking my path whenever I try to find a way to move forward. I'm always losing something whenever I make progress." You clenched your fists by your sides. "I've taken countless measures to reduce the casualties on our side as much as possible... and I've lost all but one of my generals. Only General Bašmu is alive."

"You can't make a change without sacrificing anything," Enki said with a frown, "Something has to be lost for something else to be gained. That is nature's law that has and will never change."

"I know," you whispered, gaze downcast. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes and you quickly blinked them away. "I know that, but still-" Enki's hand on your shoulder cut your sentence short.

"I trust you, and so does General Bašmu. That's why we've chosen to fight by your side," he softly began, "Although you need to make an effort, there's no need to bear the entire burden. Moreover, even if your choice is correct, there is the possibility that we, the entrusted, will fall. Even with utmost preparations, soldiers will die."

Even with utmost preparations, soldiers will die.

That statement has remained true in Teyvat and in the modern world. War is unpredicatable, and one can only prepare themselves for the worst. Before you can muster up a response, he pulled you into a tight hug. As his warmth seeped through your skin, you're suddenly reminded of home... and how you're starting to forget it. You subconsciously raised your arms but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to embrace him.

"Before you became a king, you were a normal human. Please never forget that," he said, smiling when he felt your hands clutch the back of his cloak.

❀

The battle continued. There seemed to be no end to the riftwolves, just like how there seemed to be no end to the darkness that has clouded the firmament above. The soldiers were beginning to lose morale, and you were beginning to lose the will to persevere. It's as if the light at the end of the tunnel was slowly fading and you were about to be consumed by darkness - but you knew that you had to remain standing. You're the beacon of hope, the pillar that shoulders the entire fate of this failed timeline.

As you stood on top of the sandy hill overlooking the Mausoleum of King Deshret, you drove the tip of your staff into the ground and leaned against it. The physical and mental exhaustion that have accumulated inside your body were beginning to show on your countenance, and you were on the verge of collapse. There wasn't a single moment in your life where you were pushed to your utmost limits, and you weren't sure if you could keep this up any longer.

"Where did I go wrong...? I made sure that everything went according to the correct history..." you muttered to yourself, your grip on your staff tightening.

Where? Just where did you make a mistake?

You then spotted a silver flicker from the corner of your eye and turned your head to find Enki standing next to you, visible patches of blood patterning his clothes.

Your eyes widened. "Enki-"

"It's not my blood," he swiftly interjected, relieving you for a second, "Master, something is wrong. Everything went according to your predictions but-" As if on cue, tremors shook the ground. With beads of cold sweat rolling down your forehead, you slowly directed your gaze to the growing shadow that was blocking out the horizon in the distance, its wings spread wide to cover the sky. A deafening roar followed the beast's emergence and it echoed across the sands of Sumeru like the trumpet of judgement.

For a moment, you forgot how to breathe. You dropped onto your knees, the gravity of the situation finally crushing the remaining hope you were desperately clinging to.

"A-A dragon-" you gasped out. It felt like your worst nightmare coming true, and it was. Enu had mentioned in his notes that a remnant of the old world - a dragon - may rise to completely derail this timeline from the correct course of history, thus destroying it. Before this battle even started, you had hoped that his prediction wouldn't come true; yet this timeline seemed determined to test your resilience.

As you stared at the dragon raging in the distance, corrupting the surface it was walking on and causing black mud to spew forth, one thought lingered in your mind:

Can I even defeat it?

"Master, please stand up," Enki gently said, grasping your arm with both hands, "Nothing is impossible. I promised you that I will remain by your side, did I not?" When you didn't answer him, he knelt down to your level. "You wanted power to protect those who are more precious to you than your own life. You wanted to become a king with such power, and I'm here to give you that power."

You finally responded, the mist in your head clearing slightly at his words. "But the dragons of this world are more powerful than you can imagine. I... We don't have the power to..." You trailed off when you suddenly remembered something.

You do have the power to defeat this dragon... at a cost.

Enki watched you curiously as you stood up, appearing resolute and unswerving. He trusted that you had a plan to defeat the dragon but when he recognised the spell you were going to cast, he knew that he had to stop you. Holding his palm out, he immediately nullified your spell with another spell of his, eliciting a look of confusion and surprise from you.

"You can't use that, master! Your body will evaporate from the intense heat!" he exclaimed, exasperated.

"But we can't just stop dead in our tracks! I don't know what happened but if we leave things like this, everything Rukkhadevata has protected up until now will be destroyed!" you yelled as you prepared yourself to cast the spell again, "As Teyvat's Second Chosen Star, it is my responsibility to correct this failed timeline!"

Although Enki knew that you were set on selflessly throwing your life away to protect a world that is not your own, he couldn't let you gamble your life again. It might be a selfish wish of his, but he truly wanted you to live and perhaps find happiness in this strange land.

He clenched his fists and turned his gaze to the approaching dragon.

He knew what he had to do.

"Before you became a king, you were a normal human," he said, interrupting your chant, "I won't let you forget that."

Before you could react, a blunt force struck the back of your neck abruptly. A gasp tumbled out of your mouth as you collapsed on the sand, and you slowly raised your head to see Enki standing in front of you, his white hair waving behind him like a banner. At a distance, it might look like a white flag was being flourished to signify your surrender - but the two of you knew that you were far from admitting defeat.

And Enki was willing to sacrifice everything he had to ensure defeat never reaches you.

"Even if you're merely a tool meant to carry out Celestia's bidding, simply do the things that you want to do," he uttered. Flashing you one last smile over his shoulder, he faced the approaching dragon and raised his spear to the sky. As a magic circle appeared beneath his feet, silver orbs rose from the sand and surrounded him in a slow waltz.

From that smile alone, you realised that he was going to make the ultimate sacrifice in your place.

"O admonishing melody... arise in the name of the Second Star."

"No! Enki, please stop!" you cried, your voice wavering with emotion. You weakly reached out for his figure as black spots dotted your vision. "I can't... I can't lose you too!"

Despite your desperate pleas, Enki didn't stop; he too was desperate to ensure that your life would continue to flow with time, no matter what lonely and painful future awaits you.

"The light of my conviction will pierce the heavens to strike you down. Resound, gather, transform into a spear that destroys all-"

You didn't realise it until this moment, but you didn't want to lose anymore; you didn't want to lose anymore precious people.

As your hand dropped down, a silver glow shrouded Enki's body and a gargantuan spear materialised above him.

"-Enki!"

The spear shot forward, leaving a bright trail in its wake. It soared through the air before piercing through the dragon like a bullet, leaving a gaping hole in its body.

And just like that, the beast was defeated. As its body slowly crumbled, so did your heart. Tears brimmed in your eyes as you watched Enki's body dissolve into a myriad of orbs that floated towards the sky above, where slivers of light began to peek through the ashen clouds.

You didn't care about the fame and glory you'll leave behind by fulfilling the duty you were burdened with.

Victory or defeat, in the end, it's no more than a point embedded in the flow of time.

You lost the only person who knew you inside out - who understood your thoughts better than anyone else.

Finally, your consciousness left you as your head landed on the sand dust of yesterday's woes.

❀

"Only 500 of our men survived."

Shamash was kneeling on the floor as you stood in front of your throne with your back facing him, one hand grasping the Sword of Marduk. The sages of Sumeru had returned the sword to your possession to express their acknowledgement of you as their god when you had returned to Sumeru victorious, and you weren't sure how to feel about it.

You brought victory back... but you've also lost something along the way.

Raising the sword to your eye-level, you simply said, "I see. Order our men to take a break for three days. Make sure that they rest properly and spend that time with their family."

"Yes, Your Highness," Shamash replied, rising to his feet. Once his foosteps faded behind you, you slowly turned around and lowered the sword to your side, the tip brushing against the floor.

The sunlight filtering into the throne room made the Cataclysm feel like a long dream which you've just woken up from. A flourishing new world was healing all of the past - but the same couldn't be said for you.

You took a step away from the throne, and another step. As you approached the light, one question echoed at the back of your mind:

Have you really strayed so far?

Pausing in your tracks, you turned to look at your throne. For a moment, you could see Enki smiling and bowing to you, but you knew that's merely a figment of your imagination.

A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you spun on your heel and walked away.

Even if you can no longer smile for yourself, you'll still smile for the happiness of others.

ㅤPart I: Age of Gods, End.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 ; 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Since you mentioned the Frankenhounds (one of my favs of yours)

I always remember those videos of Queen Elizabeth where she enters a room with her running corgis entourage, and I just imagine scientist reader with the Frankenhounds, but instead of cute corgis it's terrifying, stitched up murder machines.

Still cuties tho!

A new face in town always called for celebration. Don't see many of those too often, and with the gradually declining population for mysterious and unknown causes they were a blessing.

A corporate hot-shot decided they had enough of the city life and shipped themselves and their earthly possessions off to the closest town that allowed them to work remotely from their high paying job. To the surprise of neighbors who arrived with baked goods and freshly picked fruits, they had already started the process of planning a get together to meet everyone they'd see on the daily. The townspeople were so thrilled they forgot the tiny detail that there was one person who wasn't as welcoming as the rest. The party began without a hitch, but something felt out of place for the new face. The one person they were more excited to meet had yet to make their presence known as as their absence persisted they began to worry they might not show at all.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have a number I can use to all the scientist?"

Though the tap on their shoulder was enough to alert the neighbor still wearing their carrier uniform, their eyes pop out of their sockets like billiard balls as they choke down a mouthful of food. "You... invited them?"

Puzzled by their sudden change, the new neighbor flashes a concerned smile. "Yes? Some articles of their work came up when I was doing research of your town, though most were slightly vague about what they do. They replied to my email saying they'd be around as soon as they could, and they'd bring their dogs if I allowed."

The mail carrier's eyes are just about ready to shoot out their skull. They make a grab for their bag - discarding their fallen cap as they gather their things. "Great party, but something's come up. Be seeing you, if you survive. Where are my keys... where are my..."

A sharp whistle pierces the air. All color, and hope, drains from the carrier's face as the yard's back entrance is pawed opened by a clawed hand - stitches running down the length of its furred limb. It retreats into the darkness as a lone figure steps out into view. Eyes follow them from all corners as they stride meticulously towards the larger group of party-goers, face void of greater expression than tight lips and a passive gaze. They scan the crowd, locating the newcomer with ease. A small smile forms - never meeting your eyes.

"Mx. Wilson. So good to finally meet you. Since this is our first meeting I must inform you I am not one to mingle with... others. I allow this an exception as you were unaware of this fact, and seemed so excited to meet my sweet pups - and I have to say they are quite eager to meet you as well."

The braver of the crowd regain function of their limbs, and take their attempt to flee as you bring two fingers to your limbs - but it's too late. Heavy panting and soft howls join the piercing shriek of your call in a sympathy of the chaos soon to follow. One by one, your howls spill into the yard - the newcomers eyes wide with newfound terror as the years long terror resurfaces in your existing neighbors.

The hounds knock over tables and chairs, barking and hissing at all who infer with their path. They corner those more expressive of their fear in tight shapes - bursting into maniacal laughter as they attempt to fling their bodies over the walls. The smallest of the group volts over to the snack table, scooping as many appetizers as they possibly could on one plate and balances the heavy weight in their claws - gifting their gracious offering to you as they kneel at your feet. You pick through the treats, patting their head as you pop one into your mouth. The others sniff out the outsider as they run for their house, dragging them back over to you and pinning them to the earth as you tower over them. You kneel, offerings a single fruit which they refuse. You chuckle.

"Oh, come now - don't be like that. We're only welcoming you to the neighborhood. My pups even when through the trouble of getting you a gift."

The fourth and most unpredictable of your hounds begins to convulse violently. They wheeze and sputter on the grass - jaws lax as they choke up something white and thin. You stroke their back, aiding them through their expulsion of whatever was lodged in their throat. Clinging to your leg, they spit out an entire human hand striped of its bone and still intact at the joints. With Halloween right around the corner, you'd say it was more a thoughtful gift than warning.

"And if I haven't said it all ready, welcome to the neighborhood."

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sevcasejay1chicago · 1 year

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I’ll Fix It- Kelly Severide

Summary: You have an ovarian cyst rupture on a call. Kelly will do anything in his power to help you through this.

Warnings: GRAPHIC descriptions of vomiting (sorta), PCOS (mentioned), passing out, some cursing, loose medical jargon from personal experiences (sorry if any of it is wrong)

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Most people don’t know that Kelly Severide is a big softy. Of course, he can be a comforting presence in the aftermath or during a call to someone in distress, but outside of that scenario, most people only see a play boy with a hard exterior. When it comes to you, Kelly melts at pretty much anything you do, say, or need.

You’ve been dealing with issues with your period for a couple years now. Kelly found you bent over in pain from ovarian cysts in the turnout room when your relationship just began and has been by your side for all of it ever since. When Kelly knows it’s around your time of the month, he keeps an extra eye on you and pampers you as much as possible, even at the fire house.

The first sign of pain for this month’s cycle came up on a call. Adrenaline was running high during the call, but as you all began to do overhaul and that adrenaline died down, you registered sudden severe pain. You were walking up the steps of the house when the pain hit, forcing you to double over and gasp in a huge breath that felt like it got caught in your lungs.

Kelly happened to be in the living room of the house when he heard Matt call your name. Kelly came running out to see Matt lowering you to the ground with Stella in front of you, begging you to take a breath. “Move!” Kelly barked at his ex, coming around to your front. “What happened?” Kelly asked Matt, seeing your eyes squeezed shut and you attempting to draw air in.

“I don’t know. She just started going down.” Matt said, kneeling to lower you onto the ground after Stella handed him her coat.

“Baby? Look at me.” Kelly said, kneeling next to your head and taking your hands in his, feeling for any type of fluid as he met your eyes when they opened.

You had unshed tears in your eyes. Your face was bright red as you tried to breath through the pain. You exhaled forcefully, breathing with Kelly as you locked eyes and he squeezed your hand.

Kelly nodded once you started breathing and looked over to Matt, who was ripping open your coat and trying to check for wounds under your shirt. Kelly noticed no changes in your grey tshirt color, so that was a relief. He really took a breath when Matt exposed your stomach, the skin as perfect as he left it the night before.

“Hurts.” You grunted out, trying to curl around Kelly’s side and away from Matt’s prodding hands.

“What does hun?” Matt asked, leaning over to look at your face.

“Kel.” You said, looking him in the eyes and pleading with him to know. He would know.

“Oh.” Kelly breathed, nodding his head. Kelly looked to Matt and then to Boden, who was standing a few feet away. “Uh Chief. Y/n and I need the week.” Kelly said, giving Boden a look.

When Boden found out about your chronic pain issues, he was furious that you didn’t tell him before Kelly found you, but he was completely understanding. He always let Kelly go home with you and stay with you incase you needed anything. Boden nodded and took out his keys, handing them to Kelly. “Take the buggy. I’ll ride back with squad.” Boden kneeled down and pushed back your hair. “You go rest.”

Kelly nodded and pocketed the keys. “Thanks chief.” Kelly said before looking back to Matt. “We will talk later.” Then Kelly turned to Stella. “Sorry for yelling. I was worried. It wasn’t your fault.”

Stella nodded and smiled. “All good.” She then knelt next to you and rubbed your shoulder as Kelly sat you up so that she could grab her coat. “Glad you’re okay. Let me know if I can bring anything by after shift.”

You smiled and said your thanks to everyone around you. You were so embarrassed that this happened on a call. You weren’t ready for the talking to you would get from Matt when you got back. You wrapped an arm around Kelly’s shoulders as he lifted you bridal style and carried you towards the car.

After placing you into the front seat and buckling you in, Kelly pulled out some hand warming packets and activated them. “Hey baby. Put it on the places that it hurts the most.” Kelly said, blocking the view of your fellow firefighters as you pulled off your turnout pants and pulled your shirt up to place the warming packets in between your stomach and the waist of your pants.

“Thanks.” You breathed, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. You grabbed on to Kelly’s hand as another bout of pain ripped through your abdomen.

“Shhhh. Breathe baby. It’ll pass. I’ve gotcha.” Kelly whispered, using the hand that you weren’t clutching to push your fly aways back. “Breathe. That’s it. It’s alright.” Kelly soothed, coaching you through the worst of it.

Once the pain started to settle, you let go of Kelly’s hand only for him to reach up and wipe away the tears on your face. You hadn’t even realized you had been crying. “Can we get going? I want you to hold me.” You asked, looking up at Kelly to see him smiling softly at you.

“Of course baby girl.” Kelly replied, leaning in to kiss you softly on the lips. “Once we get to the house, you put your gear away and go lay down on the couch. I’ll get all of our stuff and my unfinished reports and then we can head home.” Kelly laid out his plan before kissing you once more and shutting the door to round the car and get into the driver’s seat.

———Time Skip———

You have always been extremely clingy, which is one of Kelly’s favorite things about you. So, to say that you were attached to Kelly’s hip would be an understatement when you are not feeling good.

Currently, Kelly was carrying you on his front while he went about getting you both some clothes. “Hey baby? I got you some comfy clothes. One of my shirts and a pair of your pj shorts. You wanna change?” Kelly asked, rubbing your back.

You stubbornly shook your head with a small hum of discontent. “Not till we are ready to go to bed.” You mumbled into his shoulder knowing good and well that Kelly would still have to leave the room for a few things you still needed.

Kelly sighed and kissed your temple. “Okay baby. Let’s go get you some Gatorade, your pain pills, your heating pad, and your favorite blanket. Okay?” Kelly asked, rocking slightly back and forth like a mom holding a baby. Well, you are his baby.

You nodded into his shoulder and kissed his neck. “Mkay. Then pjs and bed?” You asked.

Kelly hummed. “Yep. Then pjs and bed.” Kelly confirmed, starting the trek to the kitchen. “Want a snack while we are in here?” Kelly asked you, though he was sure he knew your response.

“No thanks.” You mumbled. “Maybe later.” You said, burying your face into his neck.

Kelly sighed but nodded, rubbing your back. “Alright. Here baby. Hold this Gatorade for me, would yah?” Kelly asked, reaching back to hand you the bottle as he exited the kitchen and swept your favorite blanket off the couch on the way back to the bedroom. After you both threw your items onto the bed, Kelly took you into the bathroom to grab the heating pad and your meds. “Want a quick shower?” Kelly asked, knowing you were both covered in sweat and soot, but sometimes you just couldn’t stand when you were in this much pain.

You stayed silent for a moment and considered the question. You figured you should given that you just put new sheets on the bed and you didn’t want them to be dirty already. “Quick one.” You relented, slowly unfolding from around Kelly to stand on your own. You carefully undressed as Kelly turned on the water and stripped himself. You sat on the bench in the shower and allowed Kelly to clean you up.

When he wasn’t using the shower head, Kelly made sure to direct the stream toward your abdomen so that the heat would hopefully sooth your aching muscles. He was gentle with you as he washed your hair and your body, not even bothering with conditioner when you voiced that you were feeling slightly lightheaded and nauseous the longer you sat there. Kelly figured he would just use some leave in conditioner in place of the actual conditioner.

“Kel. I uh. I need to lay down I think.” You whispered, leaning back and resting your head on the wall as a sudden wave of dizziness washed over you.

Kelly nodded and stayed calm, reaching forward with one hand to cradle your head while reaching back with the other to turn off the water. “Slow deep breaths baby.” Kelly murmured, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “How bad?” He asked, trying to figure out his next move.

“Mhmm. Bad.” You mumbled, reaching up to clutch Kelly’s hand. “Sick.” Was all you could muster as a strong wave of nausea accompanied the dizziness.

Kelly nodded and stepped to the side, gathering you slightly into his chest before sweeping your hair away as he leaned you forward. “Alright. I’ve gotcha. Just let it happen.” Kelly soothed, rubbing his thumb over your collarbone as he held you as tightly as he could.

You swayed, clutching your stomach with one hand and holding Kelly’s arm with the other. You groaned as the pain shot through your lower abdomen, causing Kelly to shush you. You tried to breathe through it but gasped as the pain suddenly got sharp, quickly turning to a gag.

“I know baby. One must’ve burst.” Kelly said, kissing your temple. “Let it out. The toxins need to come out and then you’ll feel better.” Kelly soothed, making sure your hair would stay back before rubbing your lower back.

As Kelly rubbed your lower back, you jolted forward and brought up a stream of puke. You gasped when it ended only to bring up another stream, some splattering onto the wall. You shook and gasped when you could, the heaves being violent and practically making you projectile. This was the worst one yet.

“Shit baby. It’s alright. Okay. Okay. I’ve gotcha.” Kelly soothed, standing closer. He didn’t care if he got puked on. He knows you hate puking in the first place and this is the worst he’s ever seen anyone get sick. “Sh Sh Sh Sh Sh. Breathe. Breathe baby.” Kelly soothed, thumping your back as you choked up. To him, you sounded as if you were choking, but he knew your body was just waging war against itself. You were puking and panicking, and it was definitely not a good combination.

You clawed at your chest, only stoping when Kelly grabbed your hands and slid you forward enough to sit behind you on the shower bench. You panted, seeing black dots dance in your vision. You clutched onto Kelly’s arm for dear life. “I-“ you tried to warn him, but another gag ripped through your body.

“Shhh. I know. I know. I’ve gotcha. Just let go.” Kelly urged, seeing the way your eyes kept rolling in the back of your head and how white your face was turning. You were gonna pass out and there was no stopping it, but at least you were just dry heaving at this point.

You tried to control your breathing as you spit strings of bile from your lips. You did not like this feeling at all. You have had this feeling before, but you were actually going to pass out this time. You could see the darkness closing in on the corners of your eyes as your head went fuzzy.

Kelly caught you as you pitched forward again, but this time you fell limp in his arms. You had warned him of the feeling you got when it got bad, but this was the first time you had ever passed out. Kelly sighed, trying to ward off the panic that was trying to settle in as he realized that this cyst must have been large or you were just exhausted before the pain hit.

You woke as Kelly gently lowered you onto the bathroom rug, having pulled down a towel to pillow under your head. You groaned, immediately trying to sit up. You felt panicked and you weren’t sure why.

Kelly was quick to push you back down. “Hey. Not so fast.” Kelly chided. “You’re okay. You passed out but I have you. Just try to relax for me.” Kelly soothed, turning you to your left side and getting you into the recovery position.

“Kel.” You panted out, still trying to get control of your body once again. You felt floaty still, like you had been drugged, but you knew that couldn’t be right. Kelly would never drug you.

Kelly shushed you, grabbing another towel to lay over your body. “I know. I know. Just relax. I think the worst is over. You had a cyst burst I think.” He tried to sooth you, assessing your body as he covered you up as best he could. “You breathing okay?” Kelly asked, wiping your face clean and then rubbing his thumb over the bridge of your nose.

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered. “I-I d-don’t like this.” You whined, reaching for Kelly.

“I know sweetheart. I know.” Kelly soothed, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m gonna make it all better though. Tell me what you need.” Kelly said, getting in your line of sight and clutching your hands to give you a life line.

“I-I want you.” You said, pulling at Kelly. “And c-clothes. ‘M cold.” You said, poking out your lower lip. You were slightly trembling under the thin towel Kelly covered you with. Neither of you were sure if you were cold from shock, the adrenaline waning, or the coolness of the winter Chicago air that was seeping through the walls.

“Okay baby girl. I can get you dressed. Stay right there for me.” Kelly said, leaning down and kissing you before he tried to stand. You weren’t having any of it.

“No. No no no. Please. Please don’t leave me.” You immediately panicked, clutching onto Kelly for dear life. “Don’t. I don’t wanna be alone. P-please.” You sobbed, not letting Kelly loose.

Kelly sighed and sat back down. “Okay. Okay baby. Breathe. I gotcha. I won’t leave you.” Kelly said, making sure to voice his promise to you. He would never leave you. “Let’s sit up real slow. See how you handle that. Okay?” Kelly suggested, kissing the back of your hands.

You nodded feebly. You’d do anything for this to be over with. You let Kelly slowly sit you up, biting back pained groans as the movement sent shocks of pain through your tender abdomen.

“Talk to me baby.” Kelly said, scooting behind you to give you something to lean in to.

“S’okay. Just hurts.” You murmured, leaning back into Kelly’s still naked body in search of warmth.

“Scale of one to ten?” Kelly asked, wrapping you up in his arms and pulling you in as close as he could.

“Meh. Like a 6. Better than before but super sore.” You replied, trying to rest. “M’tired.” You mumbled, eyes slipping closed as Kelly’s body heat helped warm your chilled skin.

“That’s good baby. I’m gonna stand. You stay right there and let me pick you up, okay?” Kelly asked, kissing you behind your left ear, causing you to shiver at the contact.

You nodded, rubbing your eyes like a child to try to clear them. You weren’t sure if the blurriness was from pure exhausted, exertion, or from crying so hard, but it was starting to aggravate you. You just wanted Kelly to put your pjs on for you and tuck you into bed. Your bottom lip wobbled as frustration and pure exhausted came slamming to the surface.

Kelly noticed the change straight away and quickly picked you up, swaying once you had your arms around his neck and legs around his hips. “Hey hey hey. Shhhhh. What’s wrong? Hmm?” Kelly asked, kissing your head. “What do you need beautiful?”

“I-I just wa-wanna sleeeeeep!” You wailed, burying your face into Kelly’s neck. You knew you were out of control, but you were exhausted.

“Okay baby. Alright.” Kelly soothed, kissing the side of your head once again as he moved to exit the bathroom. “Let’s just get some pjs on and it’s bedtime for you missy.” Kelly said, sitting you on the edge of the bed. He moved quickly, throwing one of his shirts and your underwear on you before he jumped into a pair of boxers.

“Stay?” You whispered as Kelly tucked you in.

Kelly knew that shower would need to be cleaned, and probably the rest of the bathroom too, but that could always been done later. You needed him more right now. “Of course beautiful. I’m right here.” Kelly said, slipping into bed and wrapping you in his arms.

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