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honeyedmiller · 4 months

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Hiraeth | Joel Miller

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

rating: 18+, minors do not interact

warnings: no outbreak, usage of marijuana, smoking, both reader and Joel get high, age gap (twenty-ish years), very much legal + consensual relations, smut (f oral receiving, fingering), pet names, no use of y/n.

word count: 1k

synopsis: the most invigorating and intoxicating drug you’ve had in your life is completely forbidden… and then there’s weed.

divider by @saradika-graphics

hiraeth (noun): the feeling of being homesick for a home one is not able to return to; homesickness pertaining to a home that never was.

You took another hit, the joint slotted between your fingers crackling in urgency. You hummed as your lungs burned so good, desperate for the warm summer night air that engulfed your body. You closed your eyes as you let the high roll through your body, sighing in content.

Your legs were tossed over Joel’s lap—the same Joel you shouldn’t be anywhere near because he was supposed to be off limits. Your shorts were unbuttoned and your bright colored swimsuit bottoms peeked through, teasing Joel with a reminder of what you looked like in his pool just hours prior.

Joel threw neighborhood barbecues all the time, and with your dad being his best friend, you were always invited.

You knew it was wrong to be fucking your dad’s best friend, someone twenty—give or take—years your senior.

But how could something so wrong feel so right?

Joel tapped your leg and you peeked an eye open. He was looking down at you with bemusement written over his features, holding two fingers out for you to pass the nearly finished joint to him. You happily obliged, handing it off to him before settling back down into the depths of the comfy outdoor couch on Joel’s backyard patio.

Joel’s thumb was rubbing over your shin slowly, gently tracing circles into the freshly shaved flesh. Your eyes opened again and Joel was staring at you this time, eyes hooded and dark with desire.

“We’re lucky your father doesn’t hover.” Joel murmurs into the night, sighing as his free hand trails higher up your legs.

“I know. Then we wouldn’t be able to do all the things we’d want if he did hover.” You huff a laugh, and Joel quirks a brow at you before offering the last of the joint. You shook your head slightly, and he took one last hit before he stubbed out the dud.

“Things, hm?” He asks, hand dipping into the waistline of your shorts. His fingers skate over your covered cunt, and goosebumps easily rise onto your skin.

Your brain is foggy and you feel like you’re floating, and Joel’s touch feels like heaven.

“Will you let me eat your pretty pussy, baby?” Joel’s voice is husky, a lazy smirk pulled onto his velvet lips.

“Please.”

Your senses are elevated, so every single touch he gives you is one that has you reeling.

“Such a good girl, usin’ her manners n’ all.”

You bite your lip and look at him, eyes no doubt half-lidded. If you weren’t high, it probably would’ve been a sultry look.

Joel’s quick to take off your shorts, prompting you to sit upright so he can kneel down in front of you. His kisses up your thighs are all lips and tongue, making you breathe harder as he gets closer to your aching core. He kisses you once over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, and you softly whine his name.

“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of ya.”

Joel slips the material off of your legs, only to be met with your glistening core.

He’s looking at you like a man starved, irises black and laced with determination and desire.

He brings a hand up and runs two fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how easy the glide is. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them both to taste you.

“So fuckin’ sweet. Like nectar from a peach, baby.” He moans, not wanting to waste any more time. He moves forward and, with a flat tongue, licks a long stripe from your aching hole to your puffy clit.

You gasp and your fingers are tangling in his curls, eyebrows threading together at how intensified it feels.

And he doesn’t relent. He’s working at you with his tongue, slow and lascivious. Every fiber of your being tingles with a euphoric pleasure as he laps up your seemingly never ending arousal.

“Holy fuck,” You cry, gripping his hair tighter. He moans into you with a chuckle before he brings his tongue down to fuck into you at an increased pace. Your back arches off of the couch as you roll your hips, legs starting to shake.

“Close already, baby?” Joel tsks, and you groan in response.

Joel knew you and your body like the back of his hand, so he could easily make you come undone within minutes.

Sometimes it wasn’t fair, because if it were up to you, you’d have him down there forever. You don��t think he’d really mind it either.

Joel moves his tongue out of you and up up up toward your aching clit, licking tight circles around it before sucking the sensitive nerves into his mouth. He inserts the two fingers that were previously teasing you minutes prior into your needy cunt, expertly pumping at a synchronized pace with his mouth.

“Jesus fuck Joel, ‘m gonna come.” Your voice is whiny and desperate and so fucking breathy that you barely even recognize it. It was only him that could make you feel like this. Nobody else, just Joel.

Joel Joel Joel.

You felt the crescendo of your orgasm building quickly, and Joel pulled his mouth away for a split second as his fingers curled themselves in your tight heat to hit that spot that make you see the whole galaxy behind your eyes.

“Can feel it, sweet girl. C’mon baby. Give it t’me. Wanna drink you up.”

And you were a fucking goner. Your eyes rolled back as that tight coil snapped, rushing through your body so intensely it nearly made you dizzy. You gushed onto his fingers and in his mouth, and he drank up every last thing you offered him.

You were desperate to catch your breath, body unsubstantial as you melted into the couch. You winced as Joel slowly pulled out his fingers, groaning at the loss of fullness.

You open your tired eyes to look at him, and he gives you a soft smile before kissing you. You taste yourself on him, but he also tastes like mint and whiskey and Joel.

He made you feel so invigorated. You couldn’t get enough of him. He felt safe. He felt like home.

Maybe in another life—one where he wasn’t your dad’s best friend and where he wasn’t twenty something years older than you—

You could be selfish for once and have it all.

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marvelmymarvel · 8 months

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Just a Baby (Part 2)

Kakashi x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Part 1 Part 2

Synopsis: When Naruto's parents died, the third Hokage asked you to raise him. You were only a baby back then, but now at the age of 17, with a three-year-old on your hip, you started to see the world as it was. Cruel.

Your hand moved softly through Naruto's hair. It didn't take much to put him down for his nap and you hated to admit that you were beyond tired. The way your eyes drooped would suggest to anyone that you were severely sleep-deprived, so the fact that it would take you 5 minutes flat to be out wouldn't shock them.

What they didnt know is that the nightmares made it difficult to stay asleep.

Kakashi leaned against the door frame, eyes narrowing as you resisted the urge to leave Naruto's side. You needed sleep and he was kicking himself for not noticing that his absence was the cause of it. "C'mon, Y/n… Why don't we go lay down sweetheart?"

A sigh came from you but you didn't budge, the incident at the market was still circling around in your mind. The way the lady talked about Naruto like he was an animal was upsetting, the looks that everyone threw your way only made it worse. They truly saw him as a monster, but looking at his 4 year old face, you knew he was anything but a monster.

He was your baby. A sweet, funny and caring little boy. He wasn't the monster the parents would warn their children about. He was just Naruto.

Kakashi pushed off from the door frame as he heard a tiny sniffle come from you. He got down onto the floor beside you and wrapped his arm around you, "Don't cry… Those people don't know him like we do."

You inhaled shakily at the words as tears fell down your cheeks, landing on the bed below. Naruto looked so peaceful and innocent, it broke your heart knowing that he would only know hatred from anyone other than you and Kakashi. "How can they be so cruel to him… He's just a baby. He didn't choose for this to happen to him" you cry out softly only breaking Kakashi's heart further. Your reaction was warranted and expected, but he knew the pain you were feeling was heightened because of your lack of proper sleep.

Kakashi moved to press his lips against your forehead as his fingers came up to play with your hair. Your eyes began to droop and you could feel the edge of sleep creeping into your vision. Kakashi pulled you more into him and positioned your head into the crook of his neck all while he continued to soothe you through the ache.

"Why don't we go to bed?"

Your eyes drooped close but he felt your small nod against his skin. Before you knew it, you both had moved into your room and were snuggled deep into the blankets. "I don't wanna go to sleep" you whined out as you tried your best to fight against the hands of dreamland. Kakashi pulled you into his side before resuming playing with your hair, "You need rest-

"The nightmares-"

"I'm here now. The nightmares can't harm you."

"But they feel so real. I hate them" you choked out, fingers gripping onto his shirt as if it would keep you tethered to the world of light and happiness. As if he could keep you from falling into the dark dreams that haunt you. Kakashi sighed as you curled into his side like a child. He's never seen you so afraid of your dreams, not like this at least.

"What do you dream of?"

Silence answered him, and for a split second he wondered if you had fallen asleep. "The masked man came to take Naruto away and I could do nothing to stop him."

Kakashi didn't know if he was breathing, all he felt was his heart breaking for you. Your voice sounded so small, as if speaking too loud would make your dreams come true.

But he wouldn't let that happen.

Even if for some reason the masked man did come back, he would protect the both of you with his life. "I won't let anything hurt you, hurt either of you. I'm sorry I've been absent but know that you've always been protected while I'm gone."

Your eyebrows furrowed at that and you pushed up a little to show him your confusion, but he only shot you a smile and pulled you back down onto him. You didn't need to know that he always left a dog to keep watch over you and Naruto, it didn't matter. His dog would protect you, yes, but you needed him.

"Will you stay with me? Just for a couple of days?"

Kakashi nodded and pressed a kiss to your head, "I'll stay for as long as you need me to. But I won't be leaving until the bags under your eyes disappear." You nodded against him and snuggled into his chest. The dark hands of sleep were starting to pull you under and for once in a long time…

You welcomed it.

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invisiblestringmm · 7 months

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chapter two

cut open my heart, right at the scar

chapter index

author: thank you for staying. feedback will be greatly appreciated!

warnings: soft smut, alcohol mention, drinking, anxiety mention.

word count: 2.571k

Some people call it faith, a few others call it manifestation. It could be a mix of both — after all, what could be more powerful than an innocent child wishing for something every night as if her life hangs on it?

You didn’t know if the stars and the whole cosmos were aligned precisely to make your daughter happy, but you felt wretched knowing that her happiness meant some tough times ahead for you; all this time, she never had what she wanted the most because you’ve been keeping it from her.

For a good motive, though.

Knowing you so well, practically as if you shared the same brain, it didn’t take much for Willow to discover what was wrong when she was determined to investigate a little. It began when you called up the office to inform them you’d be working from home due to a sudden heavy cold, then Willow found out that Lily was staying at your parent’s for the next two days; usually, the time she stayed when something was up and you needed time isolated. Then, you ignored her text messages, and also her calls when she decided to insist a bit more, knowing you’d shut off from everyone.

But you couldn’t ignore the banging on your front door.

Willow groaned when she found you still in your pyjamas, dark circles around your usually sparkly eyes, and your hair up in a messy bun. She had her brows furrowed and a large paper bag from your favourite bakery in her hand, you sighed knowing what was probably in it and how much you needed it along with a bottle of red wine - once you were done with work.

“I’ve stalked a little,” she confessed, stepping into your flat once you opened the door a bit more, giving her space. “What are the odds?”

“There aren’t any, it’s called karma and I fully accept my punishment,” you went straight to the point as you threw yourself on the sofa after grabbing the paper bag from Willow’s hands; the freshly baked chocolate muffins and croissants inside relieved your nerves only for a second.

“Don’t say that, Y/n. We both know you had your reasons,” she rubbed your back, making an effort to reassure you the minute she noticed your eyes glistening with tears. Willow had been there through it all, from the night you met Mason.

FOUR YEARS AGO

The loud music and the bright lights were annoying, to say the least. Still, you were in such a great mood that you couldn’t stop your hips from perfectly moving right and left, to the sound of every beat, and you were having fun. It was Willow’s birthday and, as a sucker for birthdays, your mission was to have the greatest time and make sure your group of friends had a blast too. In your little world, you poured champagne into your best friend’s mouth and allowed her to pour it into yours too, but you knew Willow’s reflexes weren’t the best when sober so why would they be when she was already wasted?

“Fuuuuck!” The black slipper dress was glued to your body, but you couldn’t hold a loud laugh as Willow followed you. “Fuck, fuck! Whatever, fuck! Let’s go get another drink.”

The thin line between carefree and careless was already there, even more so when you were bold enough to ask for tequila, after shamelessly flirting with the bartender and a few other guys around, and returned to your booth with one bottle in each hand, knowing the group would want some shots. Almost stumbling on the last step that gave you access to the booth, sitting on the burgundy leather sofa, you frowned when a towel was given to you. Looking up, you found that cute guy who you’d been staring at, holding it for you and that big smile that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle flashing at you.

“I thought you might need this, Miss Champagne.”

“How thoughtful of you to help me with my champagne problems…?”

“Mason.” He winked and your heart skipped a beat. How pathetic, swooning for a guy you just met. At a club, and completely drunk.

Mason was a cute name, but right now you could only think of how it’d sound if he made you moan it. You didn’t know, but he thought about that multiple times since you walked into the booth next to the one he shared with his friends and watched you, he thought of how those hips would move on top of his instead of moving to the beat of each song that filled the place. He thought how badly he wanted to just hold it and make you help move them for him. You were fun, your energy matched his and he was looking for an escape. And, on top of that, you were breathtakingly gorgeous and couldn’t care less for who he was when he told you, and you stated that the only athletes you cared about were swimmers-Italians, to be more specific.

As the night went on and Willow was now forming a line of boys to kiss - twenty, to match her age - you wanted to go and stop her but you knew you wouldn’t be able. Instead, you switched the first guy for one of Mason’s friends and begged him to kiss your friend so good she wouldn’t want any other. Declan was on for the mission and they disappeared together after the kiss.

You danced together, shared a few more shots of tequila and when Mason asked if you wanted to go to his place, there was no point playing difficult, you both wanted the same thing: fuck each other senseless. He got you all naked before you could even reach the stairs.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Masey.” You pouted, making him giggle at the nickname. Mentally, he was already fucking you and you could tell that by the way he looked at you. “And you’re perfect just like that, I don’t want you wearing nothing but the adorable flush on your cheeks while you’re here or I might have to punish you.”

“Hm? I think I’ll put my clothes back on, then.” On your tiptoes, you reached for his lips and brushed them with yours, his warm minted breath making you close your eyes and let out a low and hoarse moan that only worked as an incentive for Mason to grab your thighs and carry you into the living room, straight to his large dark sofa. “Too many clothes, Mason.”

He nodded and quickly got rid of the navy blue Nike hoodie and the basic white shirt at once, leaving his bare chest exposed. Your mouth watered as your eyes wandered through his body, noticing how beautifully sculpted it was, all in the right places. But what caught your attention, innocently for the first time of the night, was the bulge under his faded blue jeans. You gulped.

“Like what you see?” Mason grinned and you quickly nodded, reaching out to unbutton his jeans. He softly slapped your hand. “Why so eager, baby?” The pet name made you moan, along with the tip of his fingers touching your nipples, then between your boobs and making the dangerous way to your lower stomach.

“Mason…” You felt your pussy clench around nothing and he gave you another grin as he made himself comfortable on the sofa and you watched his head disappear between your legs.

You felt his breath against your pussy, making your eyes roll and your back arch. “Such a beautiful pussy, I bet it tastes so good.” Mason pressed his lips against your inner thigh as his fingers now played with your juices, teasing you, making your whole body shiver and crave his touch. It felt like you were about to lose your fucking mind when he circled your clit with his thumb and his warm tongue played with your folds. Mason’s moans while eating your pussy were heavenly, he knew what he was doing and enjoyed it, but you craved for more.

“Mason, please,” You whimpered and your eyes met. Those big, brown eyes met yours and he lifted his hea, the sight of his lips wet from your juices making you bite your lower lip as hard as you could.

“Say it.”

“I need your cock inside me, now. I need you to fuck me.”

And he did, each thrust harder and deeper than the previous as Mason devoured you. Your sweat mixed with his, your moans, and the way he fucked you was something else. When his thrusts started to become sloppy and his breathing heavier, Mason quickly flipped you so you could ride him and your only goal was to make that man cum so hard he’d forget his name.

“You take me so well, Y/n. Such a good girl.” You felt your pussy clench around him when he praised you. Leaning your body forward, you held his jaw with your hand and let it slowly slip to his throat. Mason just nodded and you grinned, finally squeezing it softly, making him moan louder.

“You gonna cum for me, Mason?” He nodded again, holding your hips steady as he now moved his hips up again at his own clumsy pace. “Then look at me when you do it and while I cum all over your cock.”

He repeatedly moaned your name, his grunts only encouraging you to squeeze his throat a bit harder, letting it go when a final loud grunt parted his lips and he came, followed by you, with your body finally crashing onto his.

“That was fucking great.” Mason giggled and you nodded in return, giggling too as you rolled to the side.

“For drunk sex, it was.” Looking down at his body once again, to appreciate the view next to you, you instantly frowned when you noticed his uncovered and still-hard cock. “Mason, I thought you were wearing a condom?”

PRESENT DAY

The streetlights softly brightened your living room in the most soothing yet nearly depressing way; Willow was gone for a few hours, leaving you and your memories to yourself. During the day, you didn’t talk much about your current situation and what you’d do - if you’d do anything or just let things happen, and go with the flow, but still with some sort of control over the whole thing. Your thoughts were everywhere but also focused on two people: Lily and Mason. You knew that, eventually, you’d find yourself in this situation - it was painful, it made it hard to even breathe, and you never really prepared for it because deep down you spent four years hoping it would take lots and lots of years for Mason to be in your life again, as unfair as it was to Lily. And being unfair to your own daughter was, by far, the most disgusting thing you could do in life. She brought you nothing but love and joy.

Willow would often say that before being a mum, you were a human being. A woman who had been hurt by a man, and then you had to raise this man’s child. But you knew you couldn’t use this excuse anymore, it was time to face the consequences of keeping Lily hidden from her father and his family, and above all, stop punishing your daughter for your poor choices in life.

Your phone buzzed with a text from Jaz asking if the plans you had for Saturday were still up, and you apologised saying that you had the flu, but that Lily was more than allowed to go and you’d talk to your mum to arrange everything. After another lie to protect yourself, since there was no flu, you thought that maybe opening a bottle of white wine would help you through what it would be a long night awake, alone with your own thoughts and desperate attempts to minimise all the collateral damage that would find its way into your life once you revealed the truth. First to your daughter, then you’d have to hunt Mason Mount again.

His reaction was what frightened you the most. What would he do? What would he say?

Would he take Lily from you?

Would he hate Lily and reject her?

Every question that crossed your mind blurred your sight, made your heart clench and felt like a stab right through your heart.

You would never let him take Lily from you, but the thought of him rejecting her was just as painful, because that little girl was something else and she deserved the whole world. She deserved a daddy that would be entirely devoted to her, just like yours had been since the day you were born.

Already feeling your body welcoming the familiar floating sensation caused by the wine, you allowed yourself to stalk Mason a little - something you hadn’t done in the longest time. It didn’t surprise you that he still looked pretty much the same. Everytime you caught his face on TV, you avoided looking too much because it hurt and bothered you deeply, but now, scrolling through his pictures you noticed that his smile was still the same and the wrinkles around his eyes was something Lily had inherited. The soft redness on his nose too. Lily had a lot of him, even if you knew so little about Mason, despite sharing a life with him.

The Instagram “message” button burned under your finger, but you went back to scrolling through his pictures, because what exactly would you say?

“Hi, remember me? That day I went to your house and you shoved me off, I was going to tell you I was carrying your child so I’ve decided to hide her from you for a period of four years”.

Gosh, what a fucked up situation you were in. Besides, what was the chance he’d actually reply?

Liking one of his pictures was subtle, he wouldn’t notice. One like amongst the millions he was getting post World Cup. You’d let the universe decide if things should run its natural course or you’d have to put yourself in a situation you’ve lived before: ringing his doorbell and telling him the biggest news of his life, but four years later, and pray for the best outcome there could be of this situation. You wondered what your family would say, what his family would say, how everyone would treat you after but you couldn’t expect much. You were hiding a child from her own right to have both sides of her family whilst growing up, despite your personal reasons.

What would the media say, if it ever came to that?

“Heavens, I think I’m gonna vomit…” You mumbled, the combination of alcohol and thoughts of your daughter’s precious face in the media, on gossip websites, made some tears fall freely down your cheeks. You still forced a large gulp of wine, to ease the anxiety that was creeping in. Half of the bottle was gone.

You fucked up, greatly and badly.

With tears still wetting your cheeks, looking absolutely pathetic, you frowned at the notification that popped on your screen.

Mason Mount was officially back into your life.

In fact, he never really left. You had the most special part of him with you, and you could only hope he’d see it the exact same way.

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dear-satan · 11 months

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together

vendetta!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!Reader summary: you and Leon split up. after a worrying phone call from Chris, you decide to visit your ex at his apartment. warning: Leon's alcoholism & severe depression era, younger reader

"He has not given a sign of life for over a week now. Please if you could check on him, I would be very grateful."

You stood motionless, with your hand raised in the air. Your gaze was stuck on the number 239 glued on the dark structure of the door, which you knew very well, just like what was behind it. You had, after all, lived in this flat for almost two years with your now ex-partner…. Who was the very reason you were standing here.

You and Leon separated about a month ago because of another argument between you. It wasn't caused by anything specific, in fact you didn't even remember the reason why it started, and now you considered your behaviour very childish. After all, the two of you were adults, and at that moment you behaved like complete children, saying the worst things about each other, culminating in your breaking up in anger at the other person. However, you still loved him, no matter how horrible the words he said to you, which is why, after a phone call from his best friend Chris, you immediately threw on your casual clothes and drove to his flat. You were afraid that Leon might have done something extremely stupid considering his alcohol problems and depressive states caused by everything he had been through so far.

You gently knocked on the door listening for any sound, which didn't come. It may be silly, but you still had the keys, which you hurriedly took from your pocket and slipped into the lock, thanking yourself that you had not given them to him at the time.

You stepped inside and the smell of alcohol mixed with the concentrated air immediately reached your nostrils. "Leon?" You closed the door behind you, entering deeper. Most of the living room floor was covered in rubbish and clothes and the kitchen worktop was almost invisible from under a pile of dirty dishes. However, the sight of empty bottles of vodka and whisky crumbling on the table in profusion made your heart stop. It was very bad.

You directed your steps to his bedroom, peering inside through the half-opened door. He lay there dressed only in a T-shirt and boxers. His body was strangely entangled in the white sheets and his chest was rising evenly. He was alive, that was the most important thing.

"What have you done to yourself Leon…" you muttered quietly and the mattress bent under your weight as you sat down on it. You gently took a strand of his dirty hair falling over his closed eyes to then place your hand on his cheek. The stubble scratched the texture of your skin pleasantly as you rolled small circles with your thumb. He looked like a veritable wreck of a man making your heart cry. This guy was the whole world to you and you never wanted him to bring himself to such a state during your eventual breakup.

You froze when a faint purr escaped from his lips. His eyelids slowly began to reveal his beautiful blue irises contrasting with the purple shadows under his eyes.

"What time is it?" as if nothing had happened he snuggled his face into your hand, gloating over its warmth. You sat motionless, watching to see how the connections in his brain would allow him to identify you and assume the appropriate posture.

"Fifteen to six" your voice acted on him like a bucket of cold water. He rose rather quickly, causing a dull ache to set in his head at which he hissed, catching himself. "Are you okay?" the worry was palpable in your voice. You looked at his figure. His eyes were red and swollen and the shirt he was wearing should definitely have been washed at least a few times.

" I'm fine." you were pained by the tone with which he replied "What are you doing here?" he turned his head away avoiding your gaze.

"Leon after all I can see that-"

"How did you get in here?" he raised his tone slightly. Again.

Your expression changed from concerned to much more stern in the blink of an eye. "Not in that tone Leon. I'm here because you're acting like a shit, even though you're older than me." you began crossing your arms over your chest. He also changed his posture and finally looked at you. "You haven't spoken to anyone, and believe it. There are people who care about you." the expression on his face softened "Chris asked me to look in on you…. But as I see it, unnecessarily." You got out of bed heading in the direction you came from.

Tears flowed into your eyes but you, as a strong young woman, did not let a single one flow. You are not going to cry through him again, even less in his flat. You passed all the rubbish and grabbed the handle of the front door with the intention of leaving once and for all.

"Y/N wait." Leon's strong hand caught your forearm. You gave him a really stern look which made Leon crack in front of you for the first time. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes which he felt, so he lowered his head. "I didn't mean to… I-I…" the tears fell on the light panels "I can't cope without you…"

His legs trembled, probably through lack of any energy. You saw all those junk food wrappers…. After all, Leon really couldn't cope in the kitchen and it was up to you to cook him whatever he wanted.

"Lee." you let him pull you onto his lap and hide his face in the hollow of your neck. His hands tightened on your blouse in turn yours rode slowly down his back.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I said that day." his voice was breaking and he clung to you even more, as if to reassure himself that you were really here. "I love you… I love you so much Y/N. I beg… Don't leave."

Your heart was rumbling and more than a thousand thoughts were swirling around in your head. He was still your Leon and that would never, but never change. No matter what he did, you loved this guy with your full self.

"I beg Y/N.. I promise that-"

"Sit tight already" you smiled to yourself placing a small kiss on his head "You're a damn asshole Leon" he looked at you with a questioning look. You put your hands around his cheeks wiping a single tear falling from his eye. "But I love you so much. We're going to rebuild this together, okay?" he nodded slightly and a sigh of relief came from his lips as you hugged him tightly not noticing how much of a lamentable state he was in.

"Together…"

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zhukzucraft · 1 month

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Wild Life - Chapter 2

A fan-made Life SMP session project by Zhuk and Schmomo

>Chapter 1< or >Read it on Ao3<

“So you’re breaking up with us,” Martyn said, matter of factly.

“Is this supposed to be shocking?” Cleo asked, “You leaving to go be with Etho, instead?” She laughed a little, cycling through her inventory for her iron pick.

“It’s nothing personal!” Bdubs insisted, quickly, “I just feel bad for the guy, you know?”

“He is washed up,” Grian agreed, his voice carrying from up high where he was building up their tower of cobble.

“Exactly. Wait, no! No, he’s not!” Bdubs huffed, “But it was harsh how we all ditched him.”

Yesterday had been a mad dash for resources, like all first days in the Life games tended to be. Bdubs’ plan for starting the Life game challenge had remained the same as always: stick to Etho. But that hadn’t really played out the way he wanted it to. When he’d circled up with his group near the exposed iron vein on the side of the mountain, everyone had realized at the same time an important fact: He, Impulse, Cleo and Skizz were all dogs.

Etho was not.

“He’s a cat, Bdubs,” Martyn said, his tail swishing about in warning behind him, “A filthy feline, if you will.”

“Shouldn’t we be building bridges?” Bdubs tried, his own short tail quite flat against his body.

“No, we’re building a tower,” Grian called from above.

Cleo snorted, trying to cover her smile with her free hand.

“The man is lost without me,” Bdubs continued, “And I really just want to check on him, is all. Don’t you trust me?”

“Not at all,” Cleo said with a smile, “But go on then, find your cat boyfriend if it’ll calm your anxious heart.”

Bdubs rolled his eyes, turning away and padding to the edge of their platform. After the iron had run dry, Skizz and Impulse had ventured further up the mountains. Bdubs knew his history with fall damage well enough to stick to more solid ground. Cleo had decided to join up with Martyn and Grian who were discussing some grandiose plan to take control of the entire lake. He had followed them without a second thought.

Now, he stared out at the vast expanse of water before him, “You know, we really should build a bridge–”

“No bridges!” Grian shouted, “That’s the whole point!”

Bdubs threw his hands up in the air, defeated with his teammates–former teammates? It was unclear at this point. Bdubs was about 65% certain he would come back to them. Maybe less so now that this base Grian and Martyn were insisting on would prevent him from any kind of sustainable horse travel.

He pinched his nose and jumped into the water, shuddering as the cold temperature hit him. He pushed through, diving down past the many salmon and cod to head to shore. By the end he was doggy paddling, which was fitting he supposed. When he reached the shore line he shook himself out, his ears floppy atop his head and smacking him ever so lightly.

His comms buzzed in his pocket and he pulled it out.

Solidarity has made the advancement [Diamonds!] Smallishbeans > ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Smallishbeans > HE’S THE FIRST ONE?????? Smajor1995 > just wait for the swimming in lava message to appear soon enough Skizzleman > i don’t have anything to contribute but as another S name i felt the need to say something GoodTimeWithScar > same! Grian > Your username starts with G, scar GoodTimeWithScar > are we starting our own train now, G? Solidarity > DOES ANYONE HAVE FOOD THEY CAN THROW DOWN MY HOLE?

“Poor fella,” Bdubs sighed out without even a hint of pity. He put his communicator away. He glanced around, seeing the remnants of other players from the falling leaves and missing dark oak trunks. He decided to keep to the edge of the forest, just in case. After a few hundred blocks, the dark oak gave way to a plains biome and–

“HORSE!” Bdubs shouted, sprinting over to the magnificent herd of beasts. There were six of them, all deep browns and blacks. Some were even spotted with white. “What beauties,” he praised as he petted one of the wild mares, who shook her mane out at him. He hauled himself onto her back, only to be bucked off. He was no stranger to the process, however, and kept at it, taming the entire herd by the time the sun was shining directly above him.

“Now I just need a saddle,” Bdubs said aloud, before frowning. Right. He needed a saddle. What were the odds he’d stumble upon a dungeon anytime soon? He wondered if they were using the leather recipe in this game. That would be oh-so-fortuitous.

He hadn’t been paying attention, and the horse he was seated upon had wandered further into the plains, toward the great big snowy mountain they’d all pillaged for iron yesterday. He wondered if Skizz and Impulse were still up there. Why were all his friends moving into such horse-hostile environments? Bunch of scum, the lot of em.

The land opened up in front of him and he let out a surprised shout of terror. He quickly jumped off the horse, only to land precariously at the edge of the gaping ravine.

That was a close one, Bdubs thought to himself, imagine being the first to die. And to fall damage too.

He scurried backwards, giving himself a few blocks of distance. Sheepishly he looked around to see if anyone had seen him shrieking. Luckily, no one was around.

Where the heck was everyone? Had no one decided to settle in these plains? He frowned, turning all the way around before getting himself dizzy. How was he supposed to find Etho with everyone hiding? Everyone was still green for void’s sake! There was no need to be so un-neighborly yet.

“Cowards! All of ya!” he shouted out to no one in particular, cupping his hands around his mouth to make sure his important message carried.

“Is someone out there!?”

Bdubs startled, looking around for the owner of the voice.

“Hello!?”

He narrowed his eyes, following the voice several blocks to the right. He stopped right before the ground gave way to another hole.

“OH THANK THE VOID!”

All the way down below, surrounded by dripstone, was Jimmy. In full diamond armor.

“BDUBS YOU HAVE TO HELP ME!” Jimmy shouted, “I'VE GOT HALF A HEART AND NOTHING TO MY NAME!”

“I don’t know about that,” Bdubs called back, sitting down on the edge of the hole, “You’re covered in diamonds.”

“I’ve got no wood, no tools and no food,” Jimmy lamented, “Please, do you have any food to spare?”

“How’d you manage this?” Bdubs asked, his ears perking up.

“There was some mild panicking when I dug into lava,” Jimmy said, “Very mild. I may have thrown half my inventory into it. These are minor details. Anyway, can you spare a mutton? I’d take it raw at this point.”

Bdubs cringed, “You’re lucky Scott didn’t hear that. He’d never let you live it down.”

“Scott’s dead to me!” Jimmy shouted back, “He and Joel and Etho found me just to laugh! The nerve!”

“Etho?” Bdubs blinked, honing in on his mission with laser focus, “You know where he went?”

“You get me outta this jam, I’ll take you straight to him, I swear on my half of a heart.”

“And one of your diamond pieces,” Bdubs added, standing back up.

“You’d take the shirt off my back in my most trying time?”

“If it’s made of diamonds? Of course!” Bdubs replied, rummaging through his inventory, “After all, my hand might slip and grab my lava bucket instead.”

“ALRIGHT!” Jimmy shouted, “Just please! I can’t live down being yellow first again.”

Bdubs chuckled, taking mercy and flooding the hole. Jimmy quickly swam up, clawing his way onto solid ground and giving himself a firm shake to dry himself off. His long fluffy golden tail rained water droplets everywhere.

“Ah, a fellow dog of culture, I see,” Bdubs noted.

Jimmy cracked a smile, “Once a big dog, always a big dog. Woof, woof.” He picked himself up, taking off his diamond boots and handing them over. “Now please, some meat would be nice.”

“Oh I don't have any food on me,” Bdubs replied casually, slipping the armor on. “Should have probably grabbed some before leaving my crew, now that I think about it.”

Jimmy let out an anguished cry, hands shooting out to take hold of Bdubs shoulders. He dug into the iron armor there, “Are you KIDDING ME?” he shouted, close to tears, “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through!? Wave after wave after wave of creepers and zombies hounded me down there. Half a heart, Bdubs! I could trip and it’d be the end of me.”

“I’ve got a bed if you want to set your spawn here,” Bdubs offered with a bright cheery smile. Jimmy screamed out in aggravation. Bdubs patted his shoulder.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Jimmy and Bdubs turned at the sound of a third voice, and emerging from one of the rolling hills of this biome was Mumbo Jumbo of all people.

“Mumbo!” Bdubs exclaimed, giving a friendly wave. “And on top of a mound!”

“Hmm? Oh! Yes! Once a mounder, always a mounder,” Mumbo replied with a grin, carefully hopping down the blocks to make it to their sides. His skin black and white tail shot out for balance. “Although, I’ve graduated to new heights this go-around. You could say I’m a mountaineer, now.”

“Well, ain’t that nice,” Bdubs complimented, “Are Skizz and Impulse with ya then?”

“Oh yes!” Mumbo assured, “BigB too.”

“Lovely catching up,” Jimmy interrupted, eye twitching, “But we have pressing matters at hand! Mumbo, do you have any food on you, bud?

“Hmm? Oh. Oh right, food. That would have been a good idea, wouldn’t it have been.” Mumbo realized aloud, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

“YOU PEOPLE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!” Jimmy screamed.

Bdubs laughed, patting Jimmy’s shoulder and spreading his other arm out over the horizon, “Look, we’re in a plains biome, I’m sure we can find ya something to munch on.”

“All the animals are gone already!” Jimmy snapped, “This is the life series not Hermitcraft!”

“There’s plenty of horses,” Mumbo pointed out, unhelpfully.

“I CAN’T EAT A HORSE.”

“Not hungry enough, eh?” Mumbo replied.

Jimmy paused mid scream to laugh, “Alright, that’s a good one.” He then returned to screaming, “I’ve got two ticks left in my hunger bar before I starve to death. And that’s gonna be on both your consciences now, I hope you know.”

“I’m sure I can convince Etho to part with some snacks when I find him,” Bdubs assured.

“Isn’t Etho a cat, though? At least, that’s what Impulse told me,” Mumbo said, “Why are you looking for him?”

“Because I’m me, Mumbo, that’s why,” Bdubs snapped.

“Right,” Mumbo said, “Should have expected that. Anyway, if you’ll excuse me I need to collect some redstone down in that ravine. No reason, of course.”

“Of course,” Bdubs played along. He waved as Mumbo pushed past them, black and white spotted tail wagging behind him. He turned back to Jimmy, “Now which way did Etho go?”

Jimmy sighed, “He went further up, toward Scar’s place, I think. Have you been there yet? Last I saw him he was making some sort of shanty on the lake edge.”

“And that’s where we shall go,” Bdubs announced.

“I can’t sprint,” Jimmy said, looping an arm around Bdubs’ as a preventative measure. “Don’t you dare leave me behind.”

Bdubs laughed, but acquiesced. Slowing his pace down as they walked through the peaceful meadows. It was strange to see so few mobs and people. Eerie, really. But eventually from the fog appeared a new structure at the lake's edge. A fishing hut made of oak and spruce, already with a nice pier jutting into the water.

Scar came into view first, arms waving about as he spoke to three other players. Even before he rendered, Bdubs could tell the tallest silhouette to be Etho, most likely standing beside Joel and Scott based on Jimmy’s previous recollection.

“ETHO!” Bdubs shouted, abandoning Jimmy completely to sprint over to him.

Etho’s head shot up, and there was a soft crinkle around his eyes as they lit up in recognition. “Oh snappers, it’s a Bdubs!” he exclaimed, lifting his hand to wave at him.

“Why, hello there, Bdubs,” Scar intercepted, coming in between them before Bdubs could go in for the hug, “Welcome to my dock.”

“Right,” Bdubs nodded. “It’s a nice dock.”

“Thanks, I made it myself. Took all my wood,” Scar continued proudly, his gray and black tail swishing dangerously behind him.

“That’s not even true,” another voice snapped, and Bdubs quickly saw Lizzie coming into view. She was munching on a fish, her small ears folded close to her head, “I made the dock. You only made the shanty.”

“Details,” Scar waved off with his ever present smile.

“Food!” Bdubs shouted, pointing at the half eaten cod in Lizzie’s hand, “Jimmy needs some! Lizzie can you spare a fish for the starving man behind me?”

“Oh, Bdubs,” Joel groaned, his striped tail drooping in disappointment, “You actually helped him?”

“He was supposed to stay in the hole.” Scott clicked his tongue, shaking his head.

“Dogs, amiright?” Joel offered cheekily. Bdubs couldn’t help but let out a petulant little huff at that.

By that point Jimmy had finally staggered over to them, doubling over to rest his hands on his knees. “One tick! One tick left and I die before your callous eyes!”

“I’ve got food, Jimmy,” Lizzie assured, digging through her inventory, “But you’ll have to swear your undying loyalty to me first.”

“FINE!” Jimmy agreed.

“See, this is how you get into so much trouble, Jimmy,” Scott commented, “You agree too quickly to things.”

“The man’s on death’s door, Scott. You can’t blame him,” Scar defended, even as he took out his own cooked cod to eat in front of him.

“To seal the deal I shall give you this!” Lizzie announced, handing over a bone.

“Am I joke to you?” Jimmy growled, holding the bone, “You expect me to eat this? Just because I’m a dog? Har, har, har, everybody.” He pretended to give the bone a bite, only for his jaw to snap right through it. He blinked, surprised, nostrils flaring and bringing the bone to his mouth to properly chew on it.

And then he ate it completely.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, dumbfounded.

Joel started to laugh, “Did he seriously just–”

“There’s a terrible bone joke just waiting to be made here,” Scott snickered, politely covering his smile with his hand.

Jimmy’s face colored, “Shut up! Just hold on a second,”

“Did it work?” Bdubs asked, intrigued. His floppy ears did their best to perk up.

“It…worked,” Jimmy confirmed, eyes widening

“So I can punch you now? Thank void I’ve been having to hold back this whole time–” Joel started, pushing his way forward and winding his arm back.

Jimmy screeched, high pitched. Etho’s arm shot out to grab Joel by the scruff of his shirt while the poor golden retriever quickly ran behind Bdubs. “It didn’t FILL me up! I’m not anywhere close to healed yet. Get away from me, Joel!”

Lizzie stared at one of her bones, appraising it. Carefully, she raised it to her mouth and gave it an experimental gnaw. She grimaced.

“Let me try it,” Bdubs pawed at the bone, curiosity having gotten the best of him yet again. He immediately managed to snap it in half with his teeth, despite missing several. His eyes widened, “Huh. It’s not half bad!”

“This must be a dog thing,” Lizzie murmured, putting a finger to her chin, “I mean you can feed bones to wild wolves so it sort of makes sense.”

“Wait a tick,” Jimmy said, straightening up, “Wouldn’t that…Wouldn’t that mean…” He let his voice fade off as he rifled through his inventory to pull out a piece of rotten flesh.

“Oh that is vile, Jimmy!” Joel snapped.

Jimmy took a bite. His eyes widened. “NO WAY! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Bdubs tilted his head to the side. Jimmy handed him another piece of the zombie flesh and he took a brave bite. An explosion of flavors hit his tongue all at once. Savory rich barbecue with just a hint of heat at the edges. He could feel himself salivating for more as he gobbled up the supposed rancid meat. “Oh my! This is gourmet!”

“Are you telling me, I’ve been panicking for the past few hours when I could have eaten any of the 40 pieces of rotten flesh in my inventory!?” Jimmy cried, sinking down to his knees.

“This is amazing,” Joel snickered, “I’m glad you dragged us out here, Scott.”

“I’m full of great ideas,” Scott preened, flicking his hair back to emphasize the point. His blue gray tail swished behind him for added effect.

“Anyway,” Etho said, finally making his way to stand by his old friend, “Fancy seeing you here, Bdubs.”

“Etho!” Bdubs shouted, remembering the whole point of the day.

“Shouldn’t you be with your pack?” Etho faux sniffled, turning his head to the side.

“I came to check on you!” Bdubs insisted, pushing toward him. “Sure, I was led astray momentarily, but here I am in the end! That’s got to count for something, right?”

“I’m not letting more people move in with me,” Joel growled, putting his foot down.

Etho patted Joels’ shoulder, lifting his other hand to scratch the back of his own neck, “Ya see, Bdubs, after that whole debacle, I kinda joined my own alliance. A Fe-liance.”

“Oh.” Bdubs took a step back, wounded. “Oh, I see.”

“Aww man, Joel,” Etho caved immediately, turning to the tabby cat, “Can’t we keep him?”

“Absolutely not.”

“But look at him. How could you say no to that face?”

“Easily,” Joel said. Scott laughed.

“Gentlemen,” Scar clapped, grabbing everyone's attention once more. Lizzie made a loud ahem, her tail lashing out in warning. Scar quickly amended, “And Lady. Although this has been quite the joyous reunion, I do believe you three came here for business?”

“We came for information, actually,” Scott cut in, taking a step forward, “From Lizzie, really. I hear you’ve got quite the advantage in this game, this time around.”

Lizzie blinked owlishly, “Whatever do you mean?”

“Oh, she’s good,” Bdubs whispered to Jimmy and Etho, who were standing closest to him.

“That’s the same look you pull half the time,” Etho huffed, crossing his arms.

“Game recognizes game,” Bdubs nodded. “Did I say that right? Gem taught me that one.”

“Joel told me everything,” Scott said bluntly. Joel’s ears pinned back, betrayed.

Lizzie scowled, turning to her husband, “Joel! You had one job!”

“I didn’t know it was a secret!” Joel snapped, tabby tail lashing behind him.

“Of course it was a secret!” Lizzie huffed. She crossed her arms, glaring up at Scott. “Well, you already know, then. No fall damage.”

“No fall damage?” Etho repeated, eyes widening a fraction.

“At all?” Bdubs added. “Well, wouldn’t that be nifty.”

“Interesting,” Scott continued tapping his chin, “What else do you know?”

Lizzie glowered, “Maybe that’s all I know.”

“Oh, come on now,” Scott started, his tone lilting as he bent forward to get closer to Lizzie’s face, “You expect me to believe the great LDShadowlady spent all of her imperial days as a cat and learned only one thing?”

“Oh, Scott,” Lizzie said, turning her head shyly to the side, “You’re gonna make me blush.”

Joel visibly scowled.

“Anybody got blocks?” Etho asked, ��I gotta try this no fall damage thing.”

“Oh, it’s amazing Etho,” Joel egged on, eager to latch onto any distraction from his wife’s annoyance at him, “I went all the way to the height limit. You saw!”

“I did see,” Etho agreed with a light laugh.

“Lizzie’s got cobble in her chest,” Jimmy pointed out, uncrouching from the chest he’d been rifling through..

Lizzie whirled around at him, “Jimmy! I saved your life and you’re going through my things?”

Etho grabbed two stacks easily, turning towards Bdubs, “What do you say, wanna give it a shot with me?”

Bdubs reddened, but he took the offered stack, “Oh, well, when you ask so nicely how could I possibly refuse?” Then he pocketed the stack and put his hands on his hips, “Are you CRAZY? I’m no cat! You think me a FOOL?”

Etho cackled, “Just keeping you on your toes, is all.” He wiped at his eye, and hopped up onto a block, “I’m still gonna check it out for myself, though.”

Bdubs watched with growing wariness as Etho ascended upwards. He could hear the bickering around him start to die down as all eyes veered toward the white cat in the sky.

“You know, this has me thinking,” Scar started, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “We could be a whole traveling circus. Think of all the trapeze arts! No safety nets. It’d be spectacular. People would pay a fortune to see it. And there would be absolutely no clowns.”

“Shh,” Joel shushed, “He’s gonna jump. Jump into my arms Etho!!” he extended out his hands, only to be nudged in the side by both Scott and Lizzie adding up to one solid tick of damage against him.

Etho did jump and, without a drop of water, landed on his feet before them. His tail pointed straight out for balance and his own eyes were wide like even he couldn’t believe it. Then he turned toward his audience and asked, “Did that make you jump?”

“Oh, BROTHER,” Bdubs lamented, rolling his eyes. Hopefully, his lambasting would cover up the jealousy and admiration festering just underneath the surface.

“I didn’t go that far up,” Etho admitted sheepishly after a moment, stepping away from his stack, “But you know what, Bdubs? I bet you could water bucket clutch from that height.”

“No way,” Bdubs said.

“Perhaps we should change the saying from scaredy cat to scaredy dog,” Joel goaded.

“Good one,” Scott replied flatly.

“It was NOT,” Jimmy snapped, “Don’t listen to them Bdubs! You don’t need to prove nothin’.”

“Of course I’m not doing something that stupid,” Bdubs assured.

“I’ll give you this saddle,” Etho offered.

“Alright,” Bdubs sighed, pulling out the stack of cobblestone and starting to hop up into the sky. He ignored Jimmy’s squawking and Joel’s cackling, instead focusing on not slipping off his precarious tower. As he reached the halfway point he realized very quickly how stupid he was being. “Committing to the bit never did me wrong before,” he murmured to himself. He blinked and then snapped aloud, “Except for every time it did! What the heck am I doing up here!?”

He stared down at his audience and pursed his lips. He couldn’t mine down to them now. He’d never live it down. He’d bring great shame not only to himself but to all of dogkind. Plus, he really did want a saddle.

“You’re a professional, Bdubs,” he reminded himself, shaking off his nerves and squaring his shoulders. He pulled out his bucket of water, counted to three, then counted to three again, and then finally psyched himself out enough to just jump at the number two.

BDoubleO100 fell from a high place. ImpulseSV > OH NO! IntheLittleWood > First Blood TangoTek > Jimmy you can breathe now! ZombieCleo > I let you out of my sight for FIVE MINUTES

Bdubs opened his eyes at spawn and let out a frustrated scream. He stomped around trying to let the anger out. Oh, he was going to murder Etho, his eternal alliance be damned. He started hoofing it to the otherside of the lake, lamenting his lack of horse. His lack of anything. Especially with the sun already starting to set. It wouldn’t be long until night befell them.

“Bdubs! Over here!” he heard Jimmy shout. He turned his head to see that both Jimmy and Lizzie were running toward him, meeting him about halfway.

“We grabbed your stuff,” Jimmy said quickly as he started chucking items out of his pockets and onto the ground.

“I gave Etho quite the tongue lashing too,” Lizzie assured, “Put the fear of the void in ‘im for messing with my dogs like that.”

“Your dogs?” Jimmy questioned.

“I gave you each a bone, didn’t I?” Lizzie reminded him.

“I’ve got a bone to pick with a certain someone,” Bdubs interrupted, pushing past them after accounting for his relatively small amount of things. He sprinted the rest of the way and in no time he found exactly who he was looking for.

“ETHO, WHAT THE HECK!” Bdubs shouted, glaring as the white cat seemed to curl in on himself nervously. His white ears pinned so close to his head they became lost in his unruly hair.

“I swear I was gonna put down some water as a safety last minute,” Etho muttered, not looking him in the eye. He rummaged through his inventory and pulled out a horse saddle, “You still want the saddle?”

“I don’t want your BLOOD SADDLE!” Bdubs bellowed, stomping his foot for added effect. “I want my life back!”

“Uh,” Etho started, glancing over to his alliance for help.

Joel stepped in easily enough, “Sorry, Bdubs, we don’t speak dog.” He grabbed hold of Etho’s arm, pulling him away, “Etho! Scott! Uh, we should go work on the base! That isn’t here!”

“Right,” Etho agreed as he allowed himself to be dragged, “We’ve got a tree to build.”

“You’re even building trees without me, now?” Bdubs called out, “I hate you!”

“Quite the tragic break up we’re witnessing, huh boys,” Lizzie commented, shaking her head solemnly where she stood between Jimmy and Scar.

“What, you and Joel?” Scar blinked.

“What? No! Bdubs and Etho!” Lizzie snapped.

“But you’re sticking with me right? Not following your husband out there? I take loyalty very seriously here, Lizzie,” Scar warned.

“Of course!” Lizzie waved off, “That man’s dead to me.” She ignored the strangled cry of I heard that from Joel, instead giving Scar a bright cheery smile. He echoed it and the atmosphere seemed to grow a bit tenser, enough for Jimmy to take a wary step back.

“Timmy, where are you going?” Scar asked, turning towards him.

“Yeah, Jimmy, you’re one of us now, remember?” Lizzie cautioned.

Jimmy swallowed, “Uh, right, about that. You know, you two being cats, and us being dogs–”

“The circus doesn’t discriminate,” Scar waved off.

“You took the bone, Jimmy,” Lizzie reminded him sternly.

“Erm, Bdubs, what do you think?” Jimmy tried, turning desperately to the silent pug still watching the trio retreating in the distance.

Bdubs ignored him entirely, instead screaming out “WAIT!” at the top of his lungs.

Jimmy blanched as he watched his fellow dog sprint away from him, calling out a desperate plea of, “Don’t leave me here alone!”

Bdubs caught up to the cat trio easily enough. He stood right in front of Etho, who still looked too sheepish to meet his gaze. With his sternest glare he demanded, “Give me the saddle.”

Etho gave a nervous chuckle but handed over the item all the same. “So…we’re good now? No hard feelings?”

“Nope,” Bdubs answered with a cheery smile, “You’re absolutely dead to me!” He then swiveled round, racing back to join Lizzie, Scar and Jimmy where he left them.

“Oh, thank the void you didn’t abandon me,” Jimmy sighed out in relief.

“Abandon you? No! Never!” Bdubs assured, throwing an arm around the taller dog, “We’re bone brothers now.”

Lizzie cheered and Scar gave his own approving cackle as he swept them all in for a group hug. From within the inner circle, Bdubs continued, “Alright, new family, here’s the deal. I’ve got intel I can share about a whole host of these TRAITORS on this server.”

Still, even as he shared all he knew about the locations of the other players and their species, he couldn’t help glancing behind his back every now and then, just in case. And each time his eyes met only the empty landscape, he felt the cold wrap around his heart just a little bit tighter.

#life series smp #grian #bdoubleo100 #solidaritygaming #mumbo jumbo #smallishbeans #ethoslab #ldshadowlady #goodtimeswithscar #smajor1995 #zombiecleo #inthelittlewood #wild life smp

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all yours (Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader)

A/N: haha just kidding i’m posting this horny garbage right now saddle up

EXPLICIT/MDNI

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Summary: After a nightmare leaves you crying out for your boyfriend, he comforts you in the way you need. Also he gets his hair pulled a lot.

dom/sub, switch!leon, switch!reader, most subby leon tho, hair pulling, leon never shuts up, and is a very loving but very horny boyfriend

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fairly graphic description of a panic attack, a few lines about leon’s death when describing the nightmare

It was dim in the room when your eyes snapped open, the morning sun just barely passing through the blinds. Panicked breaths wheezed from your lungs as you lurched into a seated position. Instinctively, your hand flew to the left side of the bed, to safety.

All you found was cold sheets.

Fresh tears spilled from your wild eyes as adrenaline surged. A frantic shout started in the back of your throat, but all you managed to produce was a soft whimper.

Sucking in a strained breath, you tried again. “L-Leon!”

Hurried footsteps thudded in the hall the second the yell left your throat. When the door burst open and Leon walked into the room with long strides and a furrowed brow, relief flooded your chest.

But it wasn’t enough.

Your lungs burned from how hard you were gasping for air, your eyes stung from the salty tears coating your face. Wordless, you reached out to him, sobbing when he scrambled onto the bed and knelt in front of you.

Warm hands found your cheeks, Leon swiping gently at the tears with his thumbs. He caged you in with his large frame and spoke softly, hushed. “What’s wrong, honey?” His blue eyes shone with worry, searching yours. “What happened?”

You shook your head and tugged at his wrists. With a frown, he reluctantly let go of your face, making a soft noise of surprise when you threw your arms around him in a desperate hug.

“Okay, okay,” he murmured. His arm circled your waist while his other hand came up to stroke your hair. “Here we go, come on,” he said as he maneuvered the two of you until he sat with his back to the headboard and legs splayed out.

He cradled you in his lap like you were made of glass, leaning down to whisper soothing words into the top of your hair. “It’s okay, I’m right here. I gotcha.”

Your fingertips dug into his shoulders as you clutched him desperately. It had felt so real: the chill of his skin, the dull blue of his lifeless eyes as his blood soaked your hands. “You were dead,” you whimpered into his chest. The fabric of his shirt was already saturated in tears, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when all that mattered was his beating heart against your cheek.

“Hey, look at me for a sec’.” The deep rumble of his voice broke through the haze of fear, and you turned your head up to meet his eyes. He smiled warmly down at you, gaze softening. “See? I’m okay, it was just a dream.”

Your sobs paused as you let yourself melt under the blanketing reassurance in his stare. Slowly, you sat up, bracing your palms flat on his chest. His hold on you stayed firm, fingers running soothingly up and down your back. For a moment, you let yourself breathe.

Leon was here. He was alive. It was just a dream.

Like a mantra, you repeated those words over and over in your head, until your eyes dried and your breaths slowed. Leon held your gaze, mouth parting into a relieved chuckle when the tension eased from your muscles.

“There you go, baby.” He pulled you in to nuzzle into your neck. A brush of his lips against the sensitive skin below your ear made you freeze. It was the last reaction you’d expected to have at the moment, but you felt the first sparks of arousal burst across your body.

You figured you could blame it on the hormones, the lingering terror of losing the love of your life making you desperate, needy, possessive. Your skin crawled with the urge to take and take and take until only Leon filled your every sense.

“Leon,” you said, voice breaking and coming out as a whisper. Soft hair tickled your chin as your boyfriend trailed kisses down your jaw, unaware of the fire building beneath your skin. Fingers twitching with impatience, you brought a hand up to thread gently through his hair. “Leon,” you tried again.

“Hm?” He hummed a distracted response as he pressed himself closer to you.

Every movement he made set off fireworks in your nervous system. Your strung out body shook with the intensity of it, and your hold on your restraint was slipping.

Impatience bubbling up, you tugged sharply—not too hard, just enough to command attention—on his hair. “Baby.”

Leon’s head snapped up, reaction instantaneous. Maroon heat surged up his cheeks and his breath hitched, the sound deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. His eyes were glassy when they met yours, but cleared back into focus with a shuddering intake of breath.

“What was that for?” He asked. His tone was meant to be scolding, but the effect was lost when his mouth twitched up in a soft smile.

It was hardly playing fair, going after one of Leon’s biggest weaknesses. But you were on a mission, fueled by a need to claim him as your own, keep him safe in your clutches so no harm would ever come to him. Running on pure emotion, you slammed your lips into his. You kept his hair wound in a tight grip around your fingers; mostly to keep him from retreating, but also to ground yourself.

Your head spun as your teeth clacked against his in a messy rush. He hesitated, caught off guard, for a fraction of a second, then returned your kiss with fervor. Despite his initial surprise, he was far from pliant. Leon kissed like he fought: straight for the kill.

But you were not in the mood to let him devour you.

When his tongue pressed itself to the seam of your lips, you lunged forward to sink your teeth into his bottom lip. His mouth parted in a breathy gasp, and you took the chance to slide your tongue across his and eat him alive.

Leon allowed you to kiss him senseless for a minute before his hands slid up your back to your shoulders. He tugged lightly at them, just enough to get your attention. With a parting nip, you drew back reluctantly, untangling your fingers from his hair and resting both hands in your lap.

He looked gorgeous like this: lips swollen and red, blush covering his cheeks, and eyelids sunk low. He took a breath to collect himself. “Christ, babe.” With a soft laugh, he let go of one of your shoulders to drag a hand down his face. “Warn a guy.”

The composure in his voice despite his dishevelment frustrated you. It wasn’t fair that you were imploding in slow motion just from being near him, you wanted him to want you that badly. To need you that badly. Impatient, you readjusted yourself on his lap, then paused. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, hips shifting to try and angle the tent in his sweatpants away from you. Unsuccessfully, given that your thighs were locked tightly on either side of him, keeping your ass firmly in his lap. Leon’s eyes darted to the side, and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Talk about a messed up reaction to your girlfriend crying.”

The frenzied lust bubbling in your chest calmed, giving you a moment to slow down. “Was it the crying, or was it when I pulled your hair?” Your voice sounded wrecked, raspy and breathless.

Leon met your eyes again, looking guilty. “Honestly?” He paused to laugh nervously. “I just can’t handle you being in my lap like this.” His hands found your thighs, squeezing lightly. “Does things t’me.”

“Needy,” you teased. It was hypocritical. If anything, you were the needy one, barely holding yourself back from jumping his bones.

Shoulders relaxing when he realized you weren’t going to scold him for his…reaction, Leon tilted his head up to kiss you again. It was softer this time. Less frantic, but just as passionate. Like before, he instinctively tried to take the lead, but backed off considerably when you resisted. Almost as if he sensed your need for control, he leaned back against the headboard and allowed you to ravish him.

Both of you were panting when you tore your lips away and brought your hand back to his hair. You took hold of it; not pulling, just a light pressure. Leon got the message instantly and tilted his head back, giving you space to mouth at his neck. He sighed at the attention, then broke off into a near-silent whine when you bit down and sucked.

“That feels so fuckin’ good,” he said, voice rough from arousal. His hands tugged at your hips, encouraging you to roll them. “This what you needed, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you growled into the skin of his neck, soothing the fresh love bite with a swipe of your tongue. Clad in only a large tee and panties, it was easy to find friction when you ground your hips against his. The soaked crotch of your underwear slid deliciously against the twitching bulge in his sweatpants. Whining at the burst of pleasure, you braced your free hand on his shoulder and settled into a rhythm, continuing your assault on his neck. “Keep talking,” you mumbled into the spit-slick skin.

Choking back a moan, Leon’s fingers tightened on your waist. “Yeah, you like it when I tell you how good you make me feel?” He hissed when you tugged softly at his hair, eyelids fluttering. “Fuck, ‘m s-so hard. Gonna—mmh—gonna make you see stars.”

God, the things his voice did to you. Leon’s habit of running his mouth translated beautifully into the bedroom. If his mouth wasn’t between your legs, it was moving, spouting filthy praises and lust-drunk promises. It never failed to drive you insane. And he was always so responsive, hips straining up into you and voice breaking when your teeth grazed a particularly sensitive spot. You wanted to hear more.

“Lay down for me,” you said abruptly, detaching your mouth from his neck and lifting yourself from his lap. He frowned at the loss of attention, mouth hanging open in a wordless protest. But he complied. Once he was settled back against the pillows, you fell onto your hands and knees and crawled until your head was level with his chest. “Shirt off,” you directed as you admired the collage of love bites adorning his neck.

Lip caught between his teeth, Leon sat up slightly to tug off his shirt, tossing it to the side. “You, too. C’mon,” he urged, reaching down to pull at the hem of your shirt.

Instead of immediately complying, you took a selfish moment to rake your eyes across his bare chest. Sculpted muscles tensed and jumped when you trailed featherlight fingers across them, and Leon’s breath stuttered when you leaned down to kiss just below his belly button, where soft hair led down below the hem of his pants.

If not for your semi-breakdown only minutes ago, you would have been pinned to the bed and stripped bare by now. Leon was easy to rile up, easy to tease, but prone to snapping and taking what he wanted once he’d had enough. Even now, you could see the brewing hunger behind his eyes. Your heart surged with emotion at how hard he was fighting his very nature, just to give you what you needed.

Sitting up on your knees, you slipped off your shirt, exposing your bare breasts to open air. Leon immediately reached for them, but you tutted at him and backed up. “Don’t be impatient,” you said as you stepped off the bed to hook a finger into the waistband of your panties. Feeling bold, you decided to push your luck.

You could feel Leon’s eyes tracking your every move from the bed as you spun around. Bending slightly at the waist, you slid the soaked fabric of your underwear down your legs, then kicked them the rest of the way off.

“Holy shit,” Leon breathed from behind you.

You turned back to him, smiling mischievously as you clambered back on the bed. “You’ve seen me do that, like, thousands of times.” It was true. And every time, he acted as if it was both the first and last time he would ever see it.

His eyes were dark as you situated yourself over him again. “And it drives me crazy every fuckin’ time.” Greedy hands reached up to grope at your ass, pulling insistently. “C’mon,” he urged, tongue peeking out to swipe over his lips in excitement. “Come up here, lemme taste you.”

You could feel your cunt throb in response to his demand, and for a moment you considered it. He always knew just how to take you apart with his tongue, to leave you trembling and panting his name like a prayer. But as your eyes flitted down to the damp spot on his sweatpants, a combination of your arousal and his, you decided against it.

Knees dug into the bed to keep him from manhandling you, you shook your head. “Maybe later, if you’re good.” The irritation that flickered over his expression almost made you giggle. He opened his mouth to complain, but all that came out was a startled moan as you reached down to palm him through his pants.

“I’ve been good,” he mumbled weakly, hips pushing up into your hand. “At least let—shit, keep doin’ that—at least let me touch you. I wanna feel how wet you are for me.”

One hand still stroking firmly between his legs, you sat up a bit and slid the fingers of your free hand through your dripping folds. Leon watched, transfixed, nearly drooling in anticipation as you coated two fingers in slick, then offered them up to him. He lunged forward to close his mouth around the digits, moaning when his tongue slid across them. His cock throbbed under your palm as he sucked, hips angled up to earn as much friction as you allowed.

The hands that had been palming your ass traveled up and around your body to your breasts, and you arched into the contact. When he ran his thumb across a perked nipple, you breathed out an airy moan, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth.

Leon looked as ruined as you felt, bangs sticking to his forehead and chest heaving, lips swollen and shiny with spit. He whined and chased your fingers when you withdrew them, then fell back into the pillows with a frustrated sigh, only to nearly jump out of his skin when you slid your soaked fingers down the front of his pants. “Oh, god,” he groaned, throwing his head back at the wet glide. Your hand wrapped tightly around his straining cock, starting into a quick rhythm. “Don’t you fff—haah—fucking dare make me cum in my pants-“ he cut himself off with a strangled noise as you thumbed at the leaking tip.

“No boxers?” You asked teasingly, your voice surprisingly steady for how wired you felt. The slight power had gone straight to your head, and you suddenly understood why Leon fought so hard for control. It was dizzying to take someone apart like this, and he looked so pretty when he was desperate for your touch. Especially when those narrow hips flexed up, and those taut abs twitched as he tried to fight the rising tide of his climax.

“Easy access,” came his slurred reply. His hands slid down your stomach and over your thighs, then back up, as if he could distract himself from the slick friction your hand provided. “‘m serious, don’t, don’t—“ His breath caught as his muscles went tense, and you granted him a small mercy in the slowing of your hand.

You felt mean, teasing him like this. But it was exactly what you needed. Every gasp, every buck of his hips, every beat of his heart that you could feel in his fucking cock, reassured you that he was still here. He was in your bed, hot blooded and alive, and he was yours.

“Don’t what, don’t stop?” You asked innocently, grinning down at him as your hand continued its steady motion.

Leon growled, jaw clenched tight. His hand flew to your wrist and yanked your hand away from him, holding it suspended in the air as he squeezed his eyes shut. The bulge in his pants twitched, and he took a long, shuddering breath before his frame finally relaxed back into the bed. “Just fuck me already,” he panted.

It was jarring, the way a simple phrasing could send you reeling. He hadn’t asked to fuck you, he wanted you to fuck him. You couldn’t resist.

You tugged your wrist away from Leon’s grasp to slide his sweatpants down to his calves, freeing his cock. It shone wetly at the tip, a string of precum dripping down to spill onto his stomach. You positioned your shaking thighs on either side of his hips and reached behind yourself to guide him to your fluttering hole. His hands held you steady at the waist, fingers pressed into your skin. You moaned as the tip slid past your folds and into the tight channel of your cunt. With how wet you were, it was an easy fit, but you still paused before taking him any further.

“You’re mine,” you said through gritted teeth. A brief surge of embarrassment colored your cheeks as you realized how possessive you sounded. But it faded as quickly as it had come when Leon nodded his head frantically. His hips pushed up while his hands pressed down, desperate to bury himself inside of you. “No,” you snapped, moving up to prevent him from slipping deeper. “I want to hear you say it.”

Leon didn’t need much convincing. “I’m yours, baby,” he said. “All yours, just please, let me—“

Twin cries of pleasure filled the room as you sank down until your hips were flush with his. You whined at the dizzying pressure of him stretching you out, so deep you could feel him in your stomach. Panting wildly, you managed to say, “Good boy.”

Time stopped. Leon froze beneath you, shackling you in place with his stare. His pupils were blown, jaw tight, grip on your waist tight enough to bruise. When he finally spoke, it was steadily, slowly. “On a level of one to furious, how mad would you be if I fucked you into this mattress right now?”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Every part of him was tense with restraint, hands trembling in their iron hold on your waist. You eyed him hesitantly. “I don’t think that’s something I’d get mad at you f—“

The world spun as you were flipped roughly onto your back, Leon’s arms falling on either side of your head and caging you in. You had time to register the desperate kiss he pressed to your lips, and that was all before his hips were snapping into yours. A breathless cry tore from your throat at the sudden onslaught of pleasure. Every thrust forced out a whimper, and your hands flew to his back to claw marks into his skin.

“S-sorry, honey,” Leon managed to say, breath hot against your ear. “Mmmh, fuck. Couldn’t—couldn’t help m’self.”

Truth be told, it was impossible to mourn the loss of your control when he was so deep inside of you, fucking up against your sweet spot so accurately. It tore shameless noises from you, high moans of his name and pleas for more. “D-don’t stop,” you pleaded, turning your head to bury your face in his neck.

Praises and words of adoration fell from Leon’s lips, broken up by strangled curses and whiny moans. With how fast he was driving his cock into you, you were amazed that he still had enough breath to ramble on.

“So t-tight, fuck, you feel good.”

“Keep grabbing onto me like that, yeah, mmh, mark me up.”

“‘m yours, I love you so much. So ff-fucking pretty.”

It was too much. You were too worked up, had put off your own pleasure for too long. Your walls pulsed around his cock as the heat built in your stomach, and you nearly sobbed as you clutched onto him for dear life. “‘m gonna cum. L-Leon, please.”

His hips stuttered in their rhythm as he felt your cunt tighten, but he steeled himself, more worried about your pleasure than his own. With a cry of his name, your back arched and you tumbled headfirst over the edge. Your eyes snapped shut, legs trembling, body convulsing as pleasure flooded your system. Needing an anchor, your fingers slid up Leon’s back to tangle in his hair.

He whimpered desperately, shaking his head. “W-wait, I can’t—hah!”

Driven by pure instinct, you tugged hard at the strands of hair in your grasp. Leon choked out a frantic moan, pinning you to the mattress with his body weight and stopping his sharp thrusts to grind deep and desperate into you. Your cunt throbbed again, the aftershocks intensified by the sudden weight on top of you and the rough drag of his cock so far inside of you.

His body shook on top of yours, breaths choked. “So cl-close, gonna—oh, fuck, fuck, m’ gonna—“ With a shudder and a harsh shout of your name, Leon stilled, cock pulsing as it spilled rope after rope of cum into your pussy. His abs flexed and his hips twitched as he whined and gasped his way through his release.

Almost recovered from your own peak, you stroked a hand up and down his back as he shivered with the last few waves of pleasure. “Okay,” you wheezed as his breaths finally slowed into a somewhat normal rhythm. “Get up, you’re crushing me.”

With a soft laugh, Leon rolled to the side, giving you the chance to suck in a much needed breath. “You callin’ me heavy?” He asked, words slurred from post-orgasmic bliss.

“Yep.” You reached over to pat his head lovingly.

He pouted and shrunk away from your hand, shaking his head. “I’m gonna ban you from touching my hair,” he grumbled. “I wasn’t planning on finishing that soon. Wanted to make you cum again first.”

A sadistic thrill shot through you at his admission. It hadn’t been your intention, but you were beyond pleased to hear that you could unravel him with something as simple as that.

You sighed happily as you sank into the soft pillows, snuggling into Leon’s warmth. All traces of your nightmare had been flushed from your head, all your fear burned away by his touch. “Thank you,” you murmured, running your fingers down his arm.

Leon shot you a look, then rolled back onto you and slid down your body until his chin was resting on your stomach. “You know I won’t let anything happen to me, right? I have a pretty girl to take care of.”

Bright blue eyes gazed earnestly up at you, reaching into the deepest parts of your heart and cradling it, keeping it safe. “I know,” you murmured, unable to help yourself from reaching down to stroke his hair again.

He pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow at you, but said nothing about the gentle touch. Even so, something playful glinted in his eyes, and he grinned sharply. “Now, I remember you saying something about me getting to taste you. Y’know, if I was good.” He pressed an open mouth kiss to your lower stomach, and his gaze was dark when he looked back up. “I think I’ve been a pretty good boy, don’t you?”

#leon s kennedy x reader #smut #resident evil #my writing #leon x reader

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lavendarlily · 6 months

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18 for everlasting trio (platonic or romantic, you decide)

i wrote this in like twenty minutes here u go

18. excitedly grabbing eachother’s hands during a concert, jumping up and down together | everlasting trio (platonic)

Tucker walked up to his friends that morning with a smug look on his face. “I got them,” he said, not needing to say anything more.

Danny’s eyes widened. “No fucking way! Really?”

Tucker nodded, smiling. “For real, dude.” He turned to Sam. “And I got a ticket for you too, Sammie, since it’s for Danny’s birthday and all.”

Sam crossed her arms. “What on earth are you referring to?”

Before Tucker could answer, Danny was bouncing up and down in her face, struggling to stay calm. “Olivia Rodrigo! We got tickets to see her! Oh my god, I could kiss you Tucker!”

His friend made a face. “Please don’t dude.”

While Danny was off the walls, Sam’s flat expression hardly lifted.

“If I must,” she said with an eye roll.

Danny’s arms wrapped around her and Tucker, bringing the trio into a tight circle. “Thanks guys, AH! I can't wait.”

He turned to Sam. “It's on Friday, so you have three days to learn her songs.”

“I won't, but okay.”

She didn't need it.

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“GUYS! You're walking so slow,” Danny complained as he waited at the entrance for his friends to catch up.

“I swear, if it wasn't his birthday he'd be in the thermos by now,” Tucker said to Sam as they walked towards him. When the two had come to his house, Danny had shoved identical concert tees into their hands then practically threw them out the door. His excitement was…aggressive.

The three bypassed the ticket scan, with Sam and Tucker trying desperately to keep eyes on Danny through the crowd. It wasn't hard actually - he was an eighteen year-old boy in a throng of thirteen year-old girls.

They found him at the merch booth, harassing the employee with more requests than they could keep up with. Sam’s eyes wandered towards a bundle of pins with different icons and lyrics written on them. They were admittedly cute.

“Hey Sam, you ready to go to our seats?” Tucker asked, with Danny behind him, arms full of new Official Olivia Rodrigo merchandise. She put the pack of pins back down and followed the boys to their seats. Her stomach turned at the amount of young girls in the audience and the amount of screaming she was about to be subjected to.

She was seated next to Tucker, who was in the middle between her and Danny. She was grateful for the barrier - she wasn't sure how much more of Danny’s energy she could handle.

The lights dimmed, and a loud cheer erupted from the crowd, causing Sam to wince. The speakers came to life with an intro and the air was thick with anticipation for the beloved pop star.

All of a sudden, she was on stage, belting out the words of her latest hit. Tucker felt his hand getting crushed and screaming from beside him. He was about to finally lose it on Danny, but realized it was coming from the other side of him.

Sam was screaming her head off, jumping up and down with the largest smile he'd ever seen on her face.

He was flabbergasted.

For the sake of the moment, he grabbed Danny’s hand and the three of them fully immersed themselves in the experience. By the end of the night, the three were voiceless, sweaty, and full of adrenaline from the excitement.

Walking out of the stadium, Tucker quickly excused himself. He came back a moment later and passed something into Sam’s hand.

“A pack of pins?” she asked.

Tucker grinned. “Only for Olivia’s biggest fan. Come on Sam, you know you don't have to hide that from us!”

She blushed. “What, I just learned a few songs, it's-”

The look Tucker gave her shut her up instantly.

“Fine. I might listen to her every now and then.”

She whipped her head around. “Wait, where’s Danny?”

On cue, he bounded over to them excitedly, sharpie writing all over his arms. “Guess what?! I just got so many girls’ numbers over there.”

“Really? Nice work, dude,” Tucker said, high fiving his friend.

Danny grinned. “Yeah! We're all going to the next fan meetup together! You should come, Sam, now that we know you're such a big fan!”

She shuddered.

“I'll stay in my closet, thank you. It's nice and dark in there.”

Tucker placed a hand on her shoulder. “Don't worry, your secret’s safe with us.”

#ask #everlasting trio #platonic #danny phantom #lavswordvomit #olivia rodrigo hc comes back

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the-atlas-sister · 10 months

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𝕄𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 (Part 1)

Neteyam x Na’vi!Avatar!Fem!Reader

Warnings!: Fluff

The hardest part of being best friends with the eldest Sully son was falling in love with him.

Well, the falling in love bit was easy but the dealing with it was the hard part.

“Quit falling behind, hì'i tsawke!” Neteyam teased, grinning at you from his ilu.

“I am not falling behind!” you sneered back, smiling to yourself at the way Neteyam threw his head back with a smile of his own.

The two of you had been inseparable since you were young. You were a product of Norm and the other remaining scientists trying to replicate the avatar product without the actual DNA of humans. To their surprise, it had worked, popping out a small avatar baby. Jake had offered to take you in, as he had with Kiri but Norm insisted that he could raise you, and he did. He taught you both the life of the Na’vi and the humans. You had always been thankful for his raising of you.

Ever since you had been created, Jake had become a mentor to you. He often allowed you and Spider to be around his own children, enjoying how you would all play and bond.

You had especially bonded with Neteyam early on, him being the eldest. You vividly remember him declaring that the two of you would remain together forever and that he would always protect you. This declaration had been made when you were children after he scared off an awfully ferocious school of fish in the river, but it was one you had never forgotten.

Due to the closeness of the two of you, Neteyam insisted that you join the large family in your travels to the Metkayina clans. Jake thankfully obliged and you were allowed to remain with the boy.

“Neteyam!” you called after him, watching as the boy dove under the water. You rolled your eyes at his antics. He was quick to reappear next you, a playful smile on his lips.

“Yes, hì'i tsawke?” he said, swimming in a slow circle around you.

“Let’s stop at a rock or a shore or something,” you suggested. “We could relax.”

“Alright.” Neteyam looked around quickly before his eyes landed on a small and flat formation of rocks. His nodded towards it and you smiled. He led you to the rock, your ilu following close behind his own.

The taller boy was quick to help you off the creature as soon as his feet hit the solid floor.

“What should we do to relax?” you asked placing yourself on the smooth rock.

“You can sing to me,” Neteyam suggested with a coy smile. “Like when we were young,” he added.

You let out a small laugh. Like most of your memories with Neteyam, you vividly remembered the first time you had sang to him. You were both much younger, and it was after he had fallen trying to chase some sort of creature. His knee had been scraped up and little you had no idea what to do. So, you decided to sing to him like your father did when you were hurt or afraid. Ever since then you had gained a nickname and the heart of the Chiefs eldest son.

The song had become the connector between you two. After any fight or argument, you would simply sing the song and everything will get better.

“You are my sunshine,” you sang quietly, just as you did that day. “My only sunshine.” Neteyam slowly laid back, allowing his head to lean on your legs. “You make me happy when skies are gray.” He smiled up at you softly. “You never know, dear how much I-“

You stop your singing, voice catching in your throat.

“-how much I like you,” you finished. “So please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Beautiful as always,” Neteyam complimented. You rolled your eyes with a blush, pushing aside the compliment.

You looked back at the boy, feeling his eyes on you. Your face on my flushed more as he stared at you silently. “Y/n, I-“

He was cut off by the sound a loud horn.

“That’s the sound of the war horn,” you stated, sitting up quickly.

Neteyam nodded, rushing to his feet. “I need to go help my father,” he said, looking down at you. “Please stay here and stay safe.”

“But-“

“Please, hì'i tsawke,” he begged, kneeling down to your level.

“Alright,” you agreed, letting out a sad sigh. “You stay safe as well, Nete.”

“I will.” He quickly bent down and kissed your forehead before rushing away into battle.

hì'i tsawke: little sun

Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/mooskey/723530108058599424/%F0%9D%95%84%F0%9D%95%AA-%F0%9D%95%8A%F0%9D%95%A6%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%A4%F0%9D%95%99%F0%9D%95%9A%F0%9D%95%9F%F0%9D%95%96-part-2?source=share

#neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam #atwow neteyam #neteyam fluff #avatar fluff #james cameron avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar neteyam #avatar #avatar neytiri #avatar norm #avatar jake #jake sully

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stray-kaz · 1 year

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Out of Bounds : a Jake Seresin x reader FF : II

Summary: Beach date! Swimming! Jake brings flowers! Sand and kisses!

Warning: A little bit of saucy language and a smidge of sexy stuff.

The next day, late Saturday morning, Bob opened his door to find Jake waiting on the doorstep, bouquet of all pink flowers in one hand. Jake tried to give him a winning smile, but Bob just rolled his eyes and hollered over his shoulder for you.

“Found a place for my corpse yet?” Jake asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Without missing a beat, Bob answered.

“Yes. And the shovel’s in the trunk.”

Jake snorted, but the sound died as you appeared behind Bob, a striped towel hanging over one shoulder and a chili red one piece clutched in your fist.

“Hi, darlin’“ he murmured. “You sure are pretty.”

You blushed and slipped past your brother, looking up at your date.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, golden boy.”

You smiled at Bob.

“See you later, Robert” you said, side hugging him.

He nodded at you and pinned Jake with his blue stare.

“Don’t get her pregnant” he said sternly.

“Okay...” Jake muttered, eyes narrowing a little.

He felt a slender hand slide into his, grip and pull, leading him backwards over to his truck, a giant, shining, black hulk of a vehicle. He freed his keys and unlocked it, holding open the passenger door for you to climb up inside.

When he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life beneath you, and you raised your eyebrows at him as you buckled in.

“Compensating for something, Jacob?”

His jaw unhinged as he turned his head to gape at you. Then his green eyes narrowed and he reached over the space between you and gently cupped the side of your face, sending tingles over your skin.

“I’ve never had any complaints” he told you softly, scrunching his nose when your skin darkened another shade of embarrassment.

He let you go and placed his hands back on the steering wheel, leaving you to grasp at your swimsuit and towel with shaky hands.

The beach was mostly deserted, a few people scattered up and down the dunes. Jake chose a quiet spot, pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket to put them on and then yanked his t-shirt up over his head.

You tried not to stare, you really did. But he was handsome as hell and beautiful to boot, golden skin pulled taut over plentiful muscles and a light dusting of dark gold hairs and freckles over his chest.

Jake tossed his t-shirt on the sand and glanced up to catch you staring, your eyes wide and yet another blush staining your cheeks. You bit your lip and blinked, finally meeting his gaze. You expected him to smirk and act cocky, but instead he just smiled.

“See something you like?” he teased gently.

You threw your towel at him and he caught it easily, snatching it out of the air. He glanced down at it and then back up at you, a little confused.

“What’s this for?” he asked you.

“I need to get changed” you answered, your heart slamming just a bit too hard in your chest.

His eyebrows rose high.

“And?”

“I need you to hold the towel up for me so no one sees me naked.”

His eyes darkened slightly and his tongue flicked out to smooth over chapped lips as he watched you waiting for his response, arms folded and hip cocked out.

Jake came right up to you, touched your shoulders with the towel and slowly turned you in a circle, opening it around you until it formed a complete curtain, pinched together near your shoulders by his strong fingers.

“There you are, darlin’“ he murmured. “Promise I won’t peek.”

You rolled your eyes and started to shuffle around, pulling your skirt and underwear down and your tank top off. You hastily unclipped your bra and bent to pull your swimsuit on, tugging it until it sat snugly over your breasts.

“Okay, I’m done” you muttered, and Jake gathered the towel up to lay it flat on the sand for you.

He eyed you as you collected your clothes in a pile together with his t-shirt, and gave you a low whistle. You straightened again and looked at him over your shoulder.

“See something you like?” you bit back, just a little coy, and he laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I see a lot I like, darlin’.”

You raised one eyebrow.

“A lot, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake rolled his eyes, took two steps and palmed your hips in both hands, his long fingers just barely grazing your backside. He squeezed gently and you jumped slightly, knocking into his chest. He was warm and solid and smelled like pine, sand and blue sky.

“It’s supposed to mean that you’ve got a lot of beautiful that I like” he breathed into your ear. “I could hold onto these hips all day long, but I’m guessing you want to get in the water at some point?”

You shivered and nodded at the same time.

“I’d like to swim” you admitted. “But you can hold onto me later. Okay?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

But even though he had agreed to let go of you, Jake kept a hold of your hips as you walked down to the water, feeling you sway as you picked your way over the sand.

You could feel yourself burn underneath his hands, underneath the thin material of your one piece, his touch thoroughly warming up the rest of your body, as if fire licked your skin.

Just before you reached the water, you turned to face Jake and lost your footing in the wet sand, going down with a yelp, Jake right on top of you. You landed on your back and Jake landed with his hands buried in shallow waves and sand either side of your head, his stomach and hips pressed to yours.

You blinked in shock, breathing in the scent of him and the seawater rushing past your ears. He was hovering so close, you could see the hickory flecks in his eyes and the tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth as he grinned, his gaze flicking down to your chest and back up again.

“Come here often?” he murmured, arching one eyebrow.

You arched yours right back, in spite of the racing in your chest.

“I don’t know” you retorted. “Do you?”

Oh, he wanted to kiss your smart mouth, but he held himself back.

“Try me” he said, and rocked carefully back on his heels to stand, before reaching a hand down to haul you to your feet.

You tried to brush the wet sand out of your hair, but it was a hopeless cause and you quickly gave up.

“You’re still very pretty” Jake said, scrunching his nose and reaching out to swipe sand from the edge of your ear.

You shyly ducked your head and traced your toes through the cool water lapping at them.

“I think you’re very handsome” you admitted, glancing up at him.

“Oh, I know. Your constant fluctuation between flirty and shy tells me everything I need to know.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned a little, then reached out to take his hand again, gripping his fingers and towing him slowly out into the waves with you. You played a bit, moving your hips from side to side, then jumped as the first higher wave splashed against your back, soaking through your one piece.

You landed against Jake’s chest, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around your waist as he staggered a step in the hip deep water.

“You know, if you keep throwing yourself at me, this whole respecting your brother’s wishes thing is going to be difficult” he mumbled against your ear before straightening.

You tipped your head back and wrinkled your nose at him.

“How about you stop respecting Robert’s wishes and start respecting mine instead?” you retorted.

His smile turned into a smirk and one hand lifted to stroke a thumb across your cheekbone, sending goosebumps fluttering over your skin.

“And what are your wishes?” he asked you, lowering his head again to press his lips to your forehead and wait.

You closed your eyes, sighing softly.

“I’ll let you know” you whispered, so only Jake and the ocean could hear.

An hour later, you were back up on the sand, salt water drying slowly to damp grit on your skin, stretched out on your towels with Jake glued to your back, one of his arms pillowing your head. His other hand traced up and down your abdomen, drawing meaningless shapes and scribbles on your swimsuit with the sensitive tips of his fingers.

He felt you relax against him, your back sticking to his chest, your lower body curled against his. He leaned up over you and nosed along your cheek, felt you squirm and smile.

“Were you falling asleep?” he teased, brushing his lips across your cheekbone.

You mumbled, blinking open both eyes and shuffling further back against him.

Jake grunted at the impact and tried to ease away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but your body chased his and he settled against your hips, biting his lip at the feeling of your rear end nudging into him. He splayed his fingers over your stomach then slowly slid it up over your ribcage, between your breasts and finally rested it on the column of your throat, lacing his long fingers up to touch your lower jaw.

Jake gently turned your head toward him and you swallowed rapidly at the look in his eyes, now so close to yours.

“So, darlin’“ he drawled slowly, quietly. “Have you figured out what your wishes are yet?”

You slowly rotated on the towel so you could face him, hooking one leg over both of his. You felt him push against you, his hips rocking just slightly. You traced your gaze over his face; he was sandy in most places, even right by his mouth. But you didn’t care.

You nodded at him.

“I have” you told him softly.

He raised both eyebrows in anticipation.

“And?” Jake prompted.

“I wish for you to kiss me, golden boy.”

His grin was scandalous, the grin of a rake. You leaned in at the same time; he moved slow, lightly kissing your upper lip before pulling back to gauge your reaction. You chased his mouth, kissing the corner of it and tasting sand and salt. You felt his lips turn up in a smile.

“Has it been a while?” he asked, nudging your nose. “You missed.”

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

He gently pried them away and kissed all over your face until you giggled.

“Come here, darlin’. Let me show you.”

You did so willingly, breathless and falling.

It was dark out when Bob noticed Jake’s familiar oversized truck parked at the end of the driveway. He peered out the window, but he couldn’t see beyond the darkened windshield.

He should be glad he couldn’t see inside the truck. You were seated in Jake’s lap, your back pressed hard into the steering wheel, his hands circling your throat as you helplessly ground down against his hips, your moans drowning in his mouth.

Bob should be so glad he couldn’t see inside the truck.

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accioataraxia · 2 years

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goodnight, little lion

dramione, 1.5k, domestic fluff

James Sirius Potter, two year old son of Harry and Ginny Potter, wiped his snotty nose with the sleeve of his shirt. His mouth had the remnants of a chocolate frog and an unknown, sticky, blue substance on it. Draco only stared and curled his lip in disgust.

“He likes to be read to before bed. He may ask for more than one book, don’t feel like you have to though.”

“Oh nonsense! I’ll read as many books to the little angel as he wants!”

“Okay then. I guess we’re leaving now!”

“Enjoy yourselves!”

Draco quietly snorted as he listened to the exchange. Angel. The spawn of a Potter and a Weasley surely must be anything but. The topic of children had come up between him and Granger recently and briefly. The former golden girl, dethroned due to her ongoing relationship with a former death eater, had made him a bit soft around the edges. The thought of a baby, small, blonde, and curly haired, half him and half Granger brought a smile to his face. The two year old staring back at him quickly reminded him that they don’t stay a baby forever.

He remembered the day the youngest Potter was born very well. Ginny had requested Hermione attend the birth, as a form of support, and Draco had been dragged along to wait in the sitting room. Harry quickly poked his head in the room every hour or so to update him and the Weasley’s that had gathered there throughout the day. Draco may have thought it to be a dream, or a nightmare more likely, that he would willingly be in the sitting room of Harry Potter along with five Weasley’s if it weren’t for Ginny’s screams that he could still hear if he thought hard enough. That night, after the dark haired baby had finally made his arrival and Draco and Granger returned to their shared flat, Hermione had confessed that she had no desire to go through what she had watched Ginny endure during those hours. Draco had shrugged. Fine with him.

But about a month ago now, Hermione had made another confession. She had baby fever, she had called it. Draco asked if he should call for a healer and she laughed herself horse. It turns out that baby fever isn’t an actual medical condition. Though he thought maybe it should be as he watched James shove a finger into his nose up to the first knuckle. Hermione bounced into the room, the picture of excitement and not any ounce of reproach on his face. This was obviously her idea. She had offered herself and Draco as babysitters so the Potter’s could have a date night to themselves. At least that’s what she had told them. Draco knew they were here to see if they could handle it. Handle a child. Together. They could barely make tea in the kitchen at the same time without bumping into each other and annoying one another. How on earth would they parent a child together? It would not be the same as it had been when Draco was a child, with the house elves being his primary care takers and his mother only toting him around on a hip in front of guests. He would be responsible for a tiny, fragile, impressionable life. God’s spare that baby.

Hermione kneeled in front of James, a wet cloth in her hand. “What shall we do first, little one? She asked as she wiped his face clean of the leftover sweets.

“Fly!” The little boy squealed. Potter was already teaching him to fly? But James ran on short, chubby legs to the corner of the room where a toy, wooden, broom leaned against the wall. He mounted the toy and ran circles around Draco and Hermione. She giggled and Draco could admit, the smile on Jame’s face was priceless. “Chase me, Uncle Draco!” He squealed. A title Draco had not quite gotten used to but answered to often these days. He sighed and Hermione tilted her head at him, a silent “please.”

“Chaser Potter has his sights on the snitch!” Draco said as he started the chase, James’ answering laughter gave him false hope. Because an hour later, in the kitchen, James threw a whole bowl of pasta onto the floor and screamed at the top of his lungs, demanding chicken nuggets.

“What the bloody hell are chicken nuggets and where on this god's forsaken planet do I get them?” Draco asked through his teeth over the screaming.

Still dizzy with the after effects of apparition to and from Muggle London, Draco slumped on to the Potter’s couch as James quietly devoured four chicken nuggets, chips, and a juice box. Little devil. During the twenty minutes of silence it had allowed him, Draco helped Hermione clean the pasta and red sauce off of the floor. “How are you feeling?” She whispered, trying not to disturb the beast.

“What?” Draco asked back, not sure if he had heard her correctly.

“How are you feeling? I know it seems like a lot but –”

“A lot? He went from running around the room in a fit of giggles to screaming like a banshee for processed food in a matter of seconds. I have whiplash.” Draco said, focusing on the mess instead of her disappointed face.

“Bed time is soon.” She said.

“That should be fun.” He knew the sarcasm in his tone was dripping off of his tongue.

With the mess cleaned up, Hermione carried James to the bathroom and drew him a bath. Draco cringed when he heard another demand come from the tiny mouth. “I want Uncle Draco!” Draco moved from his leaning post in the kitchen and peaked his head around the door of the bathroom.

“You called?” He said, grinning when James’ face lit up. Draco charmed a few bubbles to float above the little boy's head. Delight and mischief danced in his eyes. The splashing began. By the end of bath time, Hermione had to cast a drying charm on all three of them. Draco wrapped James in a towel in the shape of a shark and carried him to his bedroom. The room was painted crimson and gold, gryffindor colors. Not unlike the silver and green room he had grown up in. A framed picture of Potter and his parents sat in the nightstand next to the small, toddler sized bed.

“That’s daddy’s mum and dad.” James stated. “A very bad man hurt them.” He said with the dictation Draco had never heard in a child. Clever little thing he was.

“Yes, he did.” Hermione cut in, no doubt sensing Draco tense up at the mention of Voldemort. “But nobody will ever hurt you.”

“I know.” James mumbled as Draco pulled a pajama shirt over his unruly head of Potter hair.

“And why is that?” Hermione asked. Draco caught on that this was a rehearsed question and answer.

“Because Aunt Hermione,” he enunciated each syllable, as if he had been taught to pronounce her name that way, “will hex them silly!” Draco laughed out loud. Of course she would. She was fiercely protective of those she loved. Draco knew, not so deep down anymore, that he would do the same.

“That’s right.” She nodded and tickled him under his armpits before lifting and laying him into his bed, tucking his blankets in tightly around his sides. “What book will it be?” She walked to the large bookshelf in the corner, she had no doubt been a large contributor to it. With any toy she bought the boy, a book accompanied it. Balance, she called it.

“Can I pick two?” He pleaded. “One for you to read to me and one for Uncle Draco to read to me.”

“I think that’s more than fair.” Draco finally cut in. “What do you say, Aunt Hermione?”

She only smiled and grabbed the two books James had chosen from the shelf. First, a muggle story about a young boy who wreaks havoc in his home and his mother sends him to bed without dinner. The little boy sails to a mysterious island full of havoc wreaking monsters who he sends to bed without their dinner. Draco thought “Wild Thing” was the perfect nickname for the rambunctious boy Hermione was reading to.

James had chosen a story from The Tales of Beedle and the Bard for Draco to read to him. They settled on The Wizard and the Hopping Pot. Just as he reached the part of the story when the third knock sounds, he looked over the book at James, sound asleep with his mouth slightly parted. Hermione had ventured back downstairs as they’d started the story, to await Harry and Ginny’s return and put away James’ toys. Draco closed the book and sat it on the nightstand. He softly petted the top of James’ head and looked around the bedroom once more. “Goodnight, little lion.” He whispered before leaving the room. All children were different, weren’t they? A child being the product of himself and Granger would be less rambunctious, wouldn’t they? The door to the little lion’s den clicked closed and Draco loosed a sigh of relief. He could only hope so at this point. He wondered if baby fever was contagious.

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polkadotsocks1993 · 1 year

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What Good Neighbors Do Pt. 2

Modern Osferth x Reader

Warnings: mentions of difficult family situations, mentions of neglect/emotional abuse

This is a continuation of my first drabble posted yesterday. Thank you for the response! I will probably make a whole series.

Note:

First, let me know if you'd like to be included with a tag list. Also, if anyone can figure out how to do that, I would be grateful since I haven't been on tumblr since 2016 🤣.

Reader is from the American South, American Thanksgivings typically look a bit different down here (we eat a LOT).

Also: in this AU, Uhtred and the Boys were all in the British army (to make it applicable to modern situations). There are mentions of Uhtred and Finan cross training with the American army, and that actually happens quite a bit. Just in case that question comes up.

It was your first Thanksgiving away from your family, your first holiday in England. Thanksgiving had always been a special holiday for your family, but this would be the first time in your life that you weren't spending it with them. For you, this would be a very hard week. Even though you'd found a close circle of friends in Osferth and your neighbors, you still missed home terribly.

You thought of how much you missed your family as you sat in the shared back garden with your new neighbors, Osferth, Sihtric, and Finan, as your landlord's wife, Thyra, threw the ball for her dogs and yours.

"You've been quiet, Y/N." Osferth observed. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, a habit you'd started him on when he (more often than not) joins you for dinner.

"I'm sorry, guys. I guess I'm just a little homesick. Thanksgiving is this Thursday, and this is the first year I've never been with them." You explained.

"I hate to hear that." Osferth said, "What does Thanksgiving look like for you?"

"Where do I even start?" You chuckle, "Me, my mom, my grandmother, my sister, and my aunts all spend days cooking all kinds of food and desserts. My dad starts the night before, smoking different kinds of meats. The whole family comes to my grandparents' farm. We play games, we eat, we go see the farm animals. It's a lot of fun, and I'm really sad I have to miss it."

"I thought you only ate turkey on Thanksgiving?" Sihtric asked.

"Not my family. My dad usually makes different kinds of barbecue. Everyone in the family likes something different." You explained.

"I'd pay good money to have barbecue again." Finan said, taking a sip of his tea. During his time in the Army, he'd briefly trained in America with Uhtred.

"Where did you and Uhtred go, Finan?" Y/N asked.

"Kentucky, Texas." Finan said, "Still the best ribs I've ever had."

You laughed, "I'm convinced you would let yourself get kidnapped if there was food involved, Finan. That goes for you too, Osferth."

Osferth chuckled, tussling your hair slightly.

"If it was your food, maybe." Osferth replied.

You blushed; over the last few months, you and Osferth had grown very close, but neither of you seemed to want to be the first to venture outside of just friendship. You flirted constantly, and it was obvious to everyone how you both felt, but neither of you seemed compelled to take the leap.

"What if we had a Thanksgiving?" Came Thyra's question, throwing the ball for your dog, Brownie.

"I, for one, would not say no to more food." Finan said.

"I could make plenty of food. I'm sure it could be really nice." You said.

"I could help you," Osferth offered, "I'm sure it couldn't be too hard."

"I could help, too." Thyra said, coming over to sit with the four of you, "Gisela makes the best chocolate cake."

"Let's do it." You said, "It could be a little Friendsgiving. I think everyone would like it."

Osferth reached out, patting your shoulder lightly. "I think this is going to be a lot of fun."

You smiled at him, he was impossibly optimistic. You hoped you could pull this off.

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When Thanksgiving came around, though, you had never regretted your decision more.

You only had one tiny oven in your flat, and only so much counter space. You were struggling keep up, and you'd run out of refrigerator space the day before.

Osferth and Finan had arrived at your place early that morning, and your stress rolled off of you in waves. Growing up, Thanksgiving was always a shared task, and you'd taken on the brunt of it. Osferth was the only one of the men who knew how to cook, and you'd immediately put him to work.

"What have you made, pray tell?" Finan asked, looking at the various dishes of food scattered everywhere.

"Well, Beocca and Uhtred are making the meat... I'm making mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing, rice stuffing, macaroni and cheese, about four different casseroles, deviled eggs..." You trailed off, trying to remember everything Thyra, Gisela, and your other neighbor, Hild, were making. Sihtric and his girlfriend were also bringing a variety of desserts, since his girlfriend was a pastry chef.

"If we run out, I'm going to laugh." Osferth said. He was mixing the dough for the rolls, laughing softly as he tried to find room anywhere in your kitchen. You'd settled on the small table you'd found on the side of the road with Thyra--Finan had helped restore it--and there was barely any room left there.

"To be fair," You said sheepishly, "We usually have a long buffet line for the food, usually in my grandma's living room."

"What does everyone else do while the food cooks?" Osferth asked.

You laughed, taking a shot of whiskey to calm your nerves. "We drink. And play games."

"I like the drinking part." Said Finan, wearing one of your vintage aprons and pouring himself a bit of whiskey.

"Well, to be fair, some of us aren't allowed to drink anymore. Not since Thanksgiving five years ago." You said.

Osferth stopped making the rolls and looked up, "What happened five years ago?"

Osferth knew more about your family than the others, he knew part of the reason you'd chosen to move halfway across the world. He knew where this story was likely headed.

Taking another shot of whiskey to deal with the anxiety rising in your throat, you laughed. "Well, Thanksgiving five years ago is when half my cousins, mostly Aunt Lisa's kids, along with my Uncle Bobby, kind of started a brawl in the front yard. Half of us wound up going to jail."

"To JAIL?" Finan asked, putting yet another casserole in the oven.

"I didn't have to, but my sister did. You'd like my sister, Cassie. But anyway, I suppose my cousin Blake was three sheets to the wind, and I guess he took a swing at Cassie, and all I know is that by the time the deputies showed up, all of them were in the yard." You explained, getting the dish of macaroni and cheese ready.

"Sounds like fun." Finan said.

You shrugged. "It comes with its own problems."

"What do you mean?" Osferth asked.

"My family is big and loud. I love them, and I miss them, but I'm kind of the odd person out. I'm the first one to graduate from college. It's hard, sometimes, feeling like I'm out of place in my own family." You said.

"I know the feeling." Osferth said, a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before, "I've never actually spent a holiday with any family other than my uncle or my mum."

"Wait, what?" You asked.

Osferth shrugged, "My dad and my mum never married. He came around some, when I was little, but it was never consistent. He always gave her money, I guess, but then she got sick, and we moved in with my uncle Leofric. My dad got married, had more kids. His new wife didn't like me. She didn't want me around for holidays, always said that I made them look bad. My sister has always tried to reach out, but I never got to see what a big family holiday was like until I met Uhtred."

You and Finan both stood, mouths agape. As flustered as your family could make you, you'd never been outright excluded.

"My uncle never had a lot of money, growing up, especially after my mum died." Osferth added, "When I joined the Army and spent that first Christmas with Gisela and Uhtred, Gisela had gifts for me. Gisela and Uhtred practically raised me."

"Yes, yes they did." Finan said, trying to lighten the mood. Tears filled your eyes, your heart broken at the realization that the only family Osferth had ever really known was there, on that street. You couldn't help the urge, walking forward and putting your arms around him as tightly as you could.

You couldn't think of anything to say, you just kept your arms around Osferth for longer than necessary, and he didn't push you off. Of course, Osferth never rejected affection from you.

Cutting the tension, Finan cleared his throat.

"As cute as this is, I think we should probably find some tables, as there is more food here than this flat can hold and Y/N has evidently decided to feed the whole neighborhood. I'm going to go see if Beocca or Uhtred have any folding ones." Finan said, taking off the apron and placing it on the hook on the wall.

That left Osferth and you alone, for the first time in nearly a week. You couldn't help but smile as the whiskey warmed you and you turned on some music to help you finish cooking.

"Thank you, for helping me do this." You said, feeling a little more bold than normal.

"I can't say no to you." Osferth chuckled, watching you spin around in sock feet.

"I'm sure you could, if you wanted to." You teased.

"And why would I want to do that? Why say no, when I can watch you dance to some ancient old song?" Osferth teased. You playfully hit his stomach, laughing.

"Don't disrespect Dolly like that!" You exclaimed. He laughed in response, taking your hand and spinning you around.

Truthfully, even though you missed home, you found you'd never felt more at home than you did in your small kitchen, with Osferth.

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As it turned out, there was so much food that tables had to be set up outside. Uhtred and Beocca had outdone themselves with ribs, chicken, roast beef, and ham. Gisela had brought a herring dish and chocolate cake. Thyra had made cabbage, roast vegetables, chicken tikka masala, and several desserts. Hild and Mr. Pyrlig had brought dishes too, and then there was the vast feast you and Osferth had made.

Truthfully, the neighborhood didn't need much of an excuse to get together, as you realized. Watching everyone stand around, talking and laughing, you realized that you'd found a family. You felt an arm sneak around your waist, and you looked around to see Osferth, who had snuck nearly half a tray of deviled eggs.

"I've never had these before, my uncle was not a good cook." He said.

"How many have you had today, Osferth?" You asked.

"I couldn't tell you. Not enough for me to regret it." He replied.

You gave him a playful nudge with your elbow and then went to grab a plate of food, taking a seat in between Osferth and Thyra. There wasn't a lull in conversation, everyone was having a good time and you couldn't help but feel warm watching everyone smile and laugh. Afterwards, you, Osferth, Finan, and Sihtric played with the children while everyone else ate dessert. Gradually, the day turned into night, and you were a bit sad to watch everyone go.

No fighting, no extra stress. As it turned put, everything had been perfect.

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Later that night, in your tiny kitchen, you and Osferth washed and dried what appeared to be an endless pile of dishes, Thyra and Beocca boxing away leftovers to take to everyone in the neighborhood. You truly missed having a dishwasher then, though you didn't mind the company.

"You know, Osferth, you should have invited your uncle." You said, handing him a freshly washed baking dish.

"I would have, but it's a little late for that." Osferth said, drying the dish and putting it aside.

"Why?" You asked.

"He died when I was sixteen." Osferth replied, his voice a little hollow.

"Osferth, I'm so sorry. Could I ask...?" You began.

"How?" Osferth answered, "A roadside bomb in Afghanistan."

"You've been on your own since you were sixteen?" You asked.

Osferth shook his head. "No. I spent a month living with my dad, until his wife decided she couldn't stand the sight of me and kicked me out. Wound up getting sent to a boys' home, until Beocca and Thyra took me in. I had been staying with them while my uncle was deployed, turns out my uncle had named them my guardians in his will."

"Osferth..." You whispered, "I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything?"

Osferth chuckled ruefully, wiping his forehead with his elbow. "Everyone else already knew. I don't talk about my family much, no one really wants to ask. I spent the better part of my life being the bastard throw away, as my stepmother used to tell me. Beocca and Thyra, Uhtred and Gisela, Finan, Sihtric...and even you make up for that."

You stopped washing the dishes, turning to look at Osferth. He wasn't very good at hiding his emotions; at least, not around you. You could see the lingering pain in his eyes. You moved to wrap your arms around him, hugging him as tightly as he'd let you. He rested his sharp chin on the top of your head, sighing heavily, as if he were letting go of a breath he didn't realize he held.

"For what it's worth, Osferth, I'm really, really glad you're here." You said, letting go just enough to look up at him. He smiled, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"I'm glad you're here too, Y/N." Osferth replied.

There was a pause for a moment, both of you looking at each other with a vast array of words that you seemed to want to say. However, neither of you spoke, you simply returned to washing dishes.

You couldn't help but release a shaky sigh as your stomach did flips; it seemed that every time you were in Osferth's presence, you felt butterflies. You glanced over toward Osferth and noticed he was looking at you, too, giving a slight smile as he continued to dry the dishes.

You finished the night by watching a Christmas movie, Beocca and Thyra bidding you goodnight before they went upstairs to their own apartment. As you sat next to Osferth, you wished so badly that you could tell him all the things that were in the forefront of your mind.

However, his soft eyes watching the movie said that could wait for another day. He was there, with you, sharing in a favorite tradition.

Someday soon, you would tell him. Tonight, you thought, that it could wait.

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Thanks for reading everyone!

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A TREMENDOUS MACHINE

~HOME ALONE~

I threw myself with a passion into that final week before the Belmont. Out to the barn every morning, home late at night, I became almost manic. The night before the race, I called Laurin at home and we talked for a long while about the horse and the Belmont. I kept wondering, What is Secretariat going to do for an encore? Laurin said, “I think he’s going to win by more than he has ever won in his life. I think he’ll win by ten.”

I slept at the Newsday offices that night, and at 2 A.M. I drove to Belmont Park to begin my vigil at the barn. I circled around to the back of the shed, lay down against a tree and fell asleep. I awoke to the crowing of a cock and watched as the stable workers showed up. At 6:07, Hoeffner strode into the shed, looked at Secretariat, and called out to Sweat: “Get the big horse ready! Let’s walk him about fifteen minutes.

Sweat slipped into the stall, put the lead shank on Secretariat and handed it to Davis, who led the colt to the outdoor walking ring. In a small stable not 30 feet away, pony girl Robin Edelstein knocked a water bucket against the wall. Secretariat, normally a docile colt on a shank, rose up on his hind legs, pawing at the sky, and started walking in circles. Davis cowered below, as if beneath a thunderclap, snatching at the chain and begging the horse to come down. Secretariat floated back to earth. He danced around the ring as if on springs, his nostrils flared and snorting, his eyes rimmed in white.

Unaware of the scene she was causing, Edelstein rattled the bucket again, and Secretariat spun in a circle, bucked and leaped in the air, kicking and spraying cinders along the walls of the pony barn. In a panic, Davis tugged at the shank, and the horse went up again, higher and higher, and Davis bent back yelling, “Come on down! Come on down!”

I stood in awe. I had never seen a horse so fit. The Derby and Preakness had wound him as tight as a watch, and he seemed about to burst out of his coat. I had no idea what to expect that day in the Belmont, with him going a mile and a half, but I sensed we would see more of him than we had ever seen before.

Secretariat ran flat into legend, started running right out of the gate and never stopped, ran poor Sham into defeat around the first turn and down the backstretch and sprinted clear, opening two lengths, four, then five. He dashed to the three-quarter pole in 1:09 4/5, the fastest six-furlong clocking in Belmont history. I dropped my head and cursed Turcotte: What is he thinking about? Has he lost his mind? The colt raced into the far turn, opening seven lengths past the half-mile pole. The timer flashed his astonishing mile mark: 1:34 1/5!

I was seeing it but not believing it. Secretariat was still sprinting. The four horses behind him disappeared. He opened ten. Then twelve. Halfway around the turn, he was fourteen in front . . . fifteen . . . sixteen . . . seventeen. Belmont Park began to shake. The whole place was on its feet. Turning for home, Secretariat was twenty in front, having run the mile and a quarter in 1:59 flat, faster than his Derby time.

He came home alone. He opened his lead to twenty-five . . . twenty-six . . . twenty-seven . . . twenty-eight. As rhythmic as a rocking horse, he never missed a beat. I remember seeing Turcotte look over to the timer, and I looked over too. It was blinking 2:19, 2:20. The record was 2:26 3/5. Turcotte scrubbed on the colt, opening thirty lengths, finally thirty-one. The clock flashed crazily: 2:22 . . . 2:23. The place was one long, deafening roar. The colt seemed to dive for the finish, snipping it clean at 2:24.

I bolted up the press box stairs with exultant shouts and there yielded a part of myself to that horse forever.

Excerpt From: Nack, William. Secretariat👑👑👑

William Nack, American journalist and author

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Archangel (Azriel x reader) Pt. 10

A/N: This is slowly becoming the most devastating storyline I have ever created and I love it. Thank you for the continued support, much love to you all <333

warnings: mentions of gore, mentions of death, angst (???)

W/C: 4.7k ish

It was noon the following day when that tricky little spot in the universe reopened and your reply floated lazily onto the foot of your bed. Hair still sopping wet from your bath you ran forward and clutched it in your palms. Your slick skin smeared the ink but the letters were legible.

“Mistress Beddor, I am delighted to hear from you. Smart of you to call in your favor, please allow me a week's time to find everything I can. Until then I will send a formal invitation to Rhysand requesting you visit my court. Best wishes until we meet - H.”

Amren had made it clear in her lessons how guarded the High Lord’s were about their abilities, and yet you remembered the information she shared. Helion was the Spellcleaver and his court was famed for knowing a little about a lot of things.

Azriel and Rhysand’s inner circle may have decided to keep things from you but Helion owed you a favor. If he could help you find out anything about this new life of yours, you were damn sure going to try and find out.

You dressed quickly and made your way to the roof where you knew Cassian would be.

–

“You want me to take you where?” Cassian huffed between blows, a young male was currently sparring with him, exerting all force against the General who was barely breaking a sweat. You rocked back and forth on your toes, hands clasped behind your back.

“To town. I would take myself but…” You trailed off and gestured to your back where you lacked a very useful set of wings. Cassian pursed his lips and thought momentarily before nodding. With one swing of his arm the young male before him was flat on the ground gasping for air. Cassian chuckled at the sight before exiting the sparring ring.

You raised your brows in question as you watched his partner struggle back to his feet. Cassian only shrugged and pulled his shirt back on.

“What?” He smiled, raising a brow to mimic your expression. You smiled tightly and shrugged it off. “Why do you want to go to town?” He threw the question over his shoulder as he made his way downstairs, highly aware of you hot on his trail. You only smiled and shook your head.

“Im feeling adventurous I suppose.”

“Okay then…” He muttered. He rounded the turn towards the living quarters and stopped momentarily, effectively having you run into his broad backside. “If you’ll give me five minutes lady Beddor, I am going to clean up and then I will take you to town.”

You smiled sheepishly and nodded, watching as he disappeared into his room. You were thankful he agreed to take you, but you couldn't help replaying the conversation you had overheard. What in gods name did he know that he isn't telling you?

Patience

A small voice in your head commanded.

All will be seen in due time.

–

“Im still confused as to why you wanted to come down here.” Cassian spoke up from around a bite of his food. He was strolling slowly beside you, watching you from the corner of his eye as you took in the sights of Velaris. You were wide eyed and slack jawed like a child in a candy store.

The music, the smells, the colors… It had assaulted your senses and overloaded you in a way that you had not been overwhelmed since Under The Mountain. But this- this overbearing feeling was different from the sweat and death of that place. Velaris was air, and light, and life. It was exploding with so much life and hope that it had you nearly misty eyed. Why had you not ventured here sooner?

“I was curious. A little sick of looking at it through a window.” You replied, turning your head as you walked to face him. He nodded and looked forward, shoving his now food-free hands into his pockets. His expression was unfocused, like he had something on his mind he was afraid to voice.

“What is it?” You prodded, gently nudging his arm with your elbow.

“What do you mean?”

“You want to ask me something. So ask.”

He sighed and trained his gaze on the street before you, gently guiding you out of the way of oncoming children who were giggling and chasing a ball.

“What was it like… down there? Rhys- he doesnt… He doesnt talk about it with us.” His voice was hushed, as though he was scared to talk about it too loudly. You swallowed thickly and looked to the Sidra.

“It was, without a question in my mind, the worst thing I will ever experience in my life.” You began, shoving your hands in the pockets of your coat. “I went there as a girl, and left as some twisted form of a woman.”

Cassian’s jaw tightened, and the two of you came to a stop on a bridge over the Sidra, watching the water move and the lights twinkle on her surface. He was silent, letting you tell a story you had yet to utter to anyone but your nightmares.

“I uhm… I kind of forced myself to disappear I think. I blocked a lot of it out, prayed it was a nightmare.” You chuckled then, an action that had him slicing his eyes in your direction. “Sometimes I still think I’m gonna wake up in my bed to my little brother screaming at me to wake up and play.”

Cassian smiled tightly and spoke softly, “You had a brother?”

Your brows creased and you nodded with a smile, as if he should have known, “Oh yeah… yeah I had one.” And somehow saying it that way, like it was in the past cut you deeper than a knife. You were crying, the bite of the air stinging your wet cheeks.

“His name was Adam. He wasn't even ten yet- just a little boy. But uh… Yeah. Yeah, I had a brother.” And there was some kind of sick finality in the way you said it that had Cassian slumping and leaning his weight backwards against the bridge railing. Your elbows were propped against it, gaze trained on the water below.

“Tell me about him.” He whispered, and when you looked at him his eyes were intent on your own. Genuinely curious about who Adam was, who he was to you.

You laughed, a broken noise cut with a sob. But you were grateful, grateful someone was asking about him. Who he was. And so, as the citizens of Velaris bustled by and the afternoon wasted away to evening you told Cassian about a little boy who’s birthday fell on the Winter Solstice, his pony named Chelsie, and his dream to become the captain of a great Naval ship one day. And Cassian listened as you cried, laughed with you, and while you may have been imagining it… it felt like he was mourning too. Grieving the loss of a little boy he had never met but now knew through stories.

He had a secret to keep, that you were sure of, but you were grateful to him in this moment for allowing you to remember your sibling in the way he should have been remembered. Not in the way that Amarantha had wanted you to remember him.

You were giggling over a particularly fond memory when your quaint disposition was interrupted by billowing shadows and a soft wind. Azriel stood, shoulders squared and eyes narrowed on Cassian who fell silent and tight lipped upon his friend’s arrival.

“Rhysand requests your presence at the town house.” He spoke, glancing between both you and Cassian.

“We will be there shortly, Brother.” Cassian replied

“Immediaetly.” Azriel’s words were clipped, drawn tight as a bowstring. He relaxed when you smiled tightly and clapped your hands, relishing in the warmth that immediately flowed to your cold-stiff fingers.

“Well then, escort me to the High Lord, boys.”

–

Rhysand sat at his desk, a lamp softly illuminating the room in a warm glow. His legs were kicked up on the oak and his hands were clasped behind his head. He was the feline picture of relaxation when your trio entered his office.

The curtains were pulled back and the windows open, the welcoming sounds of Velaris drifting on the breeze and filling the room. Upon your arrival he offered you a seat, one you gladly took, and motioned to his desk.

A letter, golden as the sun, lay open on his desk. It's perfectly rounded wax seal had been torn neatly and its contents lay splayed on the surface. Azriel and Cassian had taken up twin positions on either side of the door, and a muscle was thrumming tightly in the Spymaster’s jaw.

“It seems as though you are quite popular amongst our sister court.” Rhysand spoke, knocking his legs down and leaning forward in his seat to look at you. Feigning innocence you cocked a brow and leaned backwards in your seat, a picture of perfect confusion.

Humming he drummed his fingers on his desk, “Helion has requested your presence in the Day court for a week, should you be willing to go.” You heard Azriel scoff and then the muffled sounds of a struggle as Cassian elbowed him deeply in the ribs. A quick look from Rhys and the noise settled.

“For?” You questioned, keeping up with the game you had begun to play days ago.

“That- I am not sure of. (Y/N)... I am not positive that this is the best idea.” He raised, leaning backwards in his seat once more.

“Why not?”

Rhysand looked to Cassian and Azriel behind you and sighed deeply.

‘You are seeking answers to questions you do not really want answered.’

His voice was echoing through your head, a quick glance at the men behind you confirmed they had not heard it. When you returned your gaze to Rhysand your brows were dropped and the demeanor you held was gone.

“How do you know I don't want them answered?” You replied aloud, not quite sure how to accomplish the trick he had pulled.

‘Because I know the answer, and you are not ready to hear it.’

He had audacity.

You nodded tightly and stood from your chair. Dusting imaginary dust from your pants you made for the door. Cassian and Azriel made way for you and with a hand on the knob you turned over your shoulder to look at Rhysand.

“Tell Helion I will join him for the week.” Nodding curtly, he glanced between his brothers who looked utterly distraught.

“And Rhysand?”

“Yes?”

“You don't get to decide what im ready for.”

You left then, keenly aware of the raised voices behind the door as you slammed it that raised for moments before the room was sealed. As you walked down the hall you slowed. Were you really ready for this?

Answers, yes. Those you needed, craved. But a court entirely foreign to you? With a High Lord who “owed you a favor” but had been responsible (to some degree) for the death of your sister?... No. You could not think of that. Helion had the capabilities to help you, and was willing to try and figure this out for you. And he had been sorry. Remorse would never bring Clare back, would never change that final image of her hanging from a wall- but it softened the blow somehow. Made that pill easier to swallow when you thought of his pain, begging Amarantha not to make you watch.

You would go to the Day Court, you would ruffle Helion’s feathers, and you would figure out what the fuck the Night Court was guarding so tightly.

“(Y/N)?” A soft voice called from behind you. Elain was in a pale pink dress, hands crossed in front of her, a cautious smile on her pretty face.

“Hi Elain.” It had been a long time since you had seen her. One? Two months? Something like that you were sure…

“I didn't realize you were back.” She spoke, moving towards you slowly. You crossed your arms across your chest and nodded gently. The way she was approaching you like you were some kind of wounded animal made you want to profusely apologize for the scare you had given her all those weeks ago when you nearly took the house down to its foundation.

“Yes and No. I’m… Im not staying.”

“Oh-”

“I leave for the Day court tomorrow.” You spoke quickly, afraid she would beg you not to leave. Something in the softness of her doe eyes made you think that request would be a hard one to say no to.

Shock and confusion overtook her features, and as she opened her mouth to speak the door to Rhysand’s office flew open. Azriel stalked out and slammed it behind him, hardly making eye contact with you or Elain as he stormed down the hall, teaming with anger. Cassian and Rhysand emerged shortly after, wearing twin looks of defeat and exhaustion.

“What happened?” Elain whispered, glancing between the two males. Rhysand waved it off and Cassian shook his head before looking at you.

“Ready?” He questioned, practically begging to get the fuck out of that house. You nodded in reply and bid goodnight to Elain before following him out of the house. The flight back was quiet, Cassian’s mind was clearly preoccupied. You didn't mind the silence, finding solace in your own thoughts as you thought over the next week.

When you returned to your twin abode the male let you down gently on the balcony before trudging inside and promptly filling a crystal glass full of whiskey. You watched as he downed the shimmering liquid and replenished his glass. Keenly aware that you were watching, the general filled a second glass knuckle deep and motioned for you to take it.

“(Y/N)...”

“You wont change my mind Cassian.”

“Why do you want to go so badly?” He prodded, slouching down into an arm chair not far from the balcony doors. You didn't reply, just took a drink from your glass and sat down. “Other courts- they arent like this one, Beddor.”

You scoffed into your drink, he had just answered his own question.

“They are going to say things about us to you that arent true. Lies that will make us sound… evil.”

“And who am I to call them liars? I have seen nothing of this court but one city and a cabin in the middle of no where.” You snapped, cutting your gaze to him finally. Your words slapped a look of defeat on his features and he sighed.

“You have seen a city that has been kept secret for centuries. The Night Court the rest of Prythian knows is not one worth knowing.” And with that he finished his second drink and bid you goodnight.

“Not no but hell no.” You spoke, words laced with steel. Feyre sighed and Rhysand rubbed his temples slowly. You could hear Cassian chuckling down the hallway and Azriel just stared at you as though you had killed his first born. “He isnt coming with me.”

“You cant go alone, and Cassian’s reputation amongst other courts precedes him in the worst ways possible.”

“Hey, fuck you man.”

“Cas you aren't even allowed to enter the summer court.” Feyre mumbled with a smile. Cassian only scoffed and returned to whatever it was he was doing moments before. You looked between them all, dumbfounded.

“I cant bring Amren?” You offered, grasping for straws in an empty cup.

“No. Amren is to stay in Velaris. You will bring Azriel, I'm sorry but I cant send you there alone. I have no clue why Helion wants to see you and i'm not risking you getting kidnapped by Hybern because you can't fully protect yourself without running the risk of being tracked.” If your words had been steel, Rhysand's were obsidian, honed and sharpened to a lethal edge. And you knew he was right, you were still possibly a target, and an expensive one at that. Yet the company of the shadowsinger would make your quest for knowledge difficult, if not impossible.

The way he and Feyre looked at you made you heed his words and agree to the conditions of your stay at the Day Court.

“We’ll Winnow in, Helion is already expecting our arrival.” Azriel spoke then, stepping forward. There was an emotion in his amber eyes that was almost palpable- anger, confusion, and hurt mingled together and showed themselves to you briefly before his face was once more a mask of cool composure. He held out an arm and with a wave at Feyre and Rhysand you took it gratefully.

Arrival at the Day Court was immediate- so much so that you nearly emptied your breakfast onto the cobbles below. Winnowing was still completely out of your wheel house. It left you feeling sickly and out of place when it ended. How useful- yet how strange it was. Azriel clasped your shoulder and raised a brow.

“Are you alright?” He questioned, concern laced in his tone. Bent entirely in half you braced yourself on your knees but offered him a thumbs up and an offset groan. Azriel grimaced and patted your back gently, straightening quickly when the booming voice of Helion was heard approaching.

“Mistress Beddor, travel has not suited you?” He asked, stopping before the two of you by a few paces. He was flanked by two women, dark in complexion and so stunningly beautiful that you had to avert your gaze. Helion looked much healthier than the last time you saw him. His dark hair was glossier, face fuller, and skin glowingly healthy. He donned a crown of gold that resembled the sun, wow- he really had gone all out for this.

“Im alright.” You replied, straightening your posture and nodding in greeting to Helion and his courtiers. Noticing your gaze Helion smiled and moved out of their way.

“(Y/N), these are Misae and Suma.” The women (who you had effectively decided were sisters) smiled, revealing shining rows of perfectly white teeth. “They will be taking care of you during your stay.” Without a word they curtsied and in a flash they were gone, the quiet whisper of their golden skirts the only proof they had ever been there at all.

“Your wraiths never fail to terrify me.” Azriel commented, stepping forward to shake hands with Helion who merely shrugged and chuckled.

“Wraiths?” The men turned to look at you, both wearing a mask of confusion before Azriel’s eyes widened and he cleared his throat.

Easy to forget you had not always been a fae.

“They are like us, but not.” Azriel began.

“Appearance wise they are fae, metaphysically… well they just-” Helion tried to finish and it was almost painful trying to watch the two of them explain something that you didnt understand.

You hoped this conversation was not a peak into the rest of the week.

“Anyhow, Misae will return to take you to your room. Please feel free to rest and become acquainted with the palace. I have several meetings to attend and will not be able to rejoin you until dinner. Azriel, if you would join me?” Helion spoke, effectively dismissing you to speak with Rhysand’s emissary.

It was a slap in the face almost, to be disregarded and thrown off so quickly into your visit. But something in the tightness of Helion’s shoulders, and the tentative nature to his smile made you feel as though he wasnt quite ready to be alone with you. You watched as the men strolled down the cobbled path lined with fruit trees and golden street lamps.

“Shall we?” A female voice uttered from behind you. It was disjointed, ghostly in a way that made you jump and turn to the woman with a start. It was Misae, smiling softly and tilting her head. Her dark braids fell across her shoulders and nearly to her waist, they were interwoven with golden ornaments and small white flowers. So much gold. Helion must have had a fancy for fineries in life.

Briefly you thought that Clare would have liked it here.

Shaking it off you smiled in return and nodded, following her in the opposite direction of where Azriel and Helion had disappeared.

“I am (y/n).” You muttered after a moments silence. Misae looked at you from the corner of her eye and giggled, running her hands over the silk of her skirts. The fashion here was starkly different from that of the human lands. The cut of her dress revealed the slopes and planes of her body, dipped to tease her breasts, and slit to allow her legs to peak through as she walked. Rings and bracelets clincked together melodiously on her hands and wrists and large yellow stones hung from her ears.

You had never felt more plain in your trousers and thin sweater than you did now.

At one point in your life you had worn the frilly hats, the frilly gloves, and the lace lined dresses.

It had been so long since those fineries had been dotted on.

“You are not from Prythian?” Misae spoke, once more catching you off guard with the tone of her voice. You would need to get used to that quickly. Her words were more pointed than a question, though she disguised them well.

“That obvious?” You chuckled, crossing your arms over your chest and taking in the sights of the palace grounds. Birds sang and swooped through trees, and fountains trickled nearby. It was so open and bright here.

“Yes and no.” Misae replied, taking a left into an open air hallway. She led you towards its ending where large doors encrusted in rubies and gems were sealed shut. “You just seem much more…youthful than anyone else here.” She struggled for that word, didn't mean it but couldn't put her mind on what she was trying to say.

Human.

You just seemed more human.

You only nodded and fell silent as she led you inside.

–

You tried and failed not to be amazed by the complexity and beauty of Helion’s home. You did not want to seem out of place, or like this was new to you. But then again, it was new to you. You had grown up in what you considered to have been the lap of luxury, but Helion’s residence made your life look like that of a stray begging for scraps. Every surface that was not encrusted with jewels was laden in gold or bronze. There didn't seem to be a single pane of glass in any window, and the ceilings seemed to never end.

In your own room, art whose frames alone could have fed your village for a year was hung, and the bed which sat in the corner was something out of a fairytale. Misae had given you a tour then let you be, informing you that one call of her name would summon her lest you need anything.

Taking a glance around, you weren't sure you would.

In the bathroom a dress hung, a note gingerly attached to its hanger.

It was a dreamy little number, dusty pink and made entirely of sheer chiffon. It was backless, a fact that had your face drained of color and your hands shaking as you reached out to run your fingers over the soft material.

‘Join me at sunset for dinner in the gazebo. - H’

You let the parchment heat and burn to cinders in your hand, watched as that little white light consumed it with blind eyes.

You chose not to get dressed in the bathroom, didnt look in the mirror as you slipped out of your sweater and pulled the dress on. Ignored the breeze that floated across your back and caressed the silver map of scars there. Deftly you twisted your hair out of your face and secured it with golden pins that had been left for you on the bedside table. As you dressed the twin wraiths appeared and added final touches, politely listening when you refused opulent jewelry and hair finishes.

“(y/n)?” Came a muffled voice from behind the door, accompanied by a knock. With a nod the sisters had evaporated and you opened the door revealing Azriel. He had dropped his leathers and opted for a black button up made of the finest night court silk, and night dark trousers. With little shame, he allowed his eyes to drag the length of you.

“Yes?” You almost snapped, urging his eyes back up to your own. Your brow was raised in question and you had yet to fully open the door for him to enter. Clearing his throat he made to scooch beside you, a motion you let slide. “Sure Azriel, come on in…” You muttered beneath your breath.

Shutting the door behind him you made to turn and face him when he sucked in a sharp breath. Your spine became steel and your hand stilled on the doorknob. Without a thought that welcoming heat warmed your skin and the room glowed a faint bit brighter.

Tentative fingers brushed against the bare skin of your spine, stilling at the center of your back. Could he hear the thrumming of your heart? Smell the fear you suddenly felt?

“Is this why you didn't wear it?” He whispered, gently pulling his hand away. Slowly, ever so slowly you turned to face him, and pressed your back into the door. His hand was still raised, as though he burned to reach out and touch you again.

“Wear what?”

“The dress. The first dinner you had with us at the town house.” Azriel muttered, studying your features.

What dress was he talking about? You mulled it over in your mind for a moment.

Oh.

You swallowed thickly and moved around him towards the open windows. The little white dress, that had been so utterly human you had shoved it into the darkest depths of your armoire. Never to be seen again.

“When you left, Nuala found it. Brought it back to me.” He muttered, his eyes still trained on the bedroom door, his back a wall of steel as you stared at it. So they had found it.

“Thats not the whole reason I didnt wear it. But part of it, yes.” You replied, lifting your chin as he turned to face you. There was some kind of hurt playing on his features, an emotion you couldnt pin down.

“What was the other?”

“It was too human. Too- too delicate.” His eyes softened as he realized what you were trying to convey. It wasn't too delicate, it was beautiful, you felt it was too delicate for you. The gesture had been kind, you would give him that, but it broke your heart entirely.

Without entirely thinking the shadowsinger stepped forward and placed his gloved hands before you, their palms upward, waiting. Head cocked you watched him as he pulled the gloves off to reveal a map of scars, twisted and beautiful. Chucking them to the side he looked at you, searched your eyes for horror or repulsion, and yet he found nothing there but a deep understanding.

“You can hide them all you want, but they are part of you. For good or bad.” He muttered, unmoving as you took his hands in your own and ran your fingers over the ridges and dips there. He had stopped breathing as you held them, watched from above as you broke eye contact and studied the imperfections. He had hated them his whole life, and yet here you were, making him wish he had uncovered them sooner.

Looking into his eyes once more he saw a thin layer of gloss there, tears threatening to be shed but held tightly from doing so. “Thank you.” You muttered, for what he wasnt sure. “Thank you.”

The illyrian only smiled tightly and nodded before pulling you forward by the shoulders, enveloping you in a cocoon of muscle and wing as he hugged you close. You rested your head on his shoulder, and held him for who knows how long.

“We should go.” You whispered finally, well aware that there was still a dinner to attend, appearances to make, and answers you could not be sidetracked from. Azriel only nodded and pulled away, offering you a hand to hold as you made your way into the hall beyond your room.

Distantly, music played, and for some reason its haunting melody was less piercing than it should have been, less harrowing as you held Azriel/s hand and made your way to the dinning room.

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Enemy Fire: 3

Summary: There’s a new kid in town, and she’s got a city to usurp.

Pairing: Jason Todd x F. Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: language, violence, weapons

AN: Photos are from Pinterest

Jason had been on edge all day. It had been two weeks since the woman drenched in flame appeared on the docks in Gotham. Two weeks of silence.

Two weeks of soul eating paranoia. Of seeing shadows, of looking over his shoulder. He hated that he did it. He hated that he had to.

But with every passing day, the itch under his skin grew stronger. More irritating. The longer he had to wait for her, the longer he had to think about her coming for him.

So now, as he stood atop an abandoned parking garage, when a flashing emblem of a heat advisory appeared in his helmet’s screen, he almost felt relieved. Even though his muscles tensed immediately.

She touched down seven feet in front of him. The small swaths of bare skin he had exposed felt the heat she emitted, even from the distance.

Her flames backed away, revealing her body to him. Dressed in black cargo pants and a T-shirt, beneath a leather jacket. Her boots matched her domino mask— in fact, the whole outfit was all black, barring the blue shirt.

“You’re not an easy man to get in contact with.” She began, a sly, foxish smile on her lips. Her hands found her pockets.

Jason’s eyes followed her as she began strolling. A controlled pace, around him. Circling him.

“I’ve been preoccupied lately. Putting out fires.” He shot back, watching her trajectory carefully. He would let her play predator for now; To see how this played out in her head.

“All a days work for the boss, I suppose.” She shrugged. Jason hummed, the sound warbled through his voice modulator.

“It’s not like you’re making it easier.”

She let out a laugh— clear and proud. Jason leveled his eyes at her. His helmet tipping down. She slowed to a stop, Jason heard the diminishing steps right behind him. He turned to face her. If her plan had been to attack from behind, she didn’t seem inconvenienced.

“I intend on making it much harder.” Flames danced to life in her palms, burning at a steady orange color.

Jason grinned, his head tilting playfully.

“Was that sex thi—“

She launched at him, her hands clawing at his neck. He batted her hands to the side, wary of the fire streaming up her arms.

Without faulting, she heaved a barrage of attacks— kicks and punches. All seemingly accurate.

Jason defended as best he could but the heat of her fire warmed his body exponentially. The air was muggy and thick— the filter on his helmet not doing much against the moisture she was creating.

And, honestly, he wasn’t faring much better in hand to hand. For every hit he landed, she had three more in. She was quick, agile. Dodging and weaving with ease.

She was wearing him down.

Jason grunted, barely catching her calf as it flew at his stomach, unable to dodge the fist she threw at his throat.

By chance, his elbow thrust back, catching her nose. She cried out, backing away a few steps.

The only upside to her using her powers and fighting hand to hand? She was losing stamina quickly.

Jason lowered his shoulder and slammed her abdomen. Falling into a dog pile on the ground, Jason quickly gained his upper hand, grappling with her flailing limbs.

“What do you want, huh?” He demanded, pressing her arms flat to her chest. She growled, wriggling beneath his grasp. Her eyes lit up beneath the mask, giving her a devilish appearance.

“I want you to burn!” She spat. Her body glowed at the same intensity as her eyes. A heat wave emitted from her body— tossing Jason across the roof.

He tumbled, rolling to a stop and staggering to his feet. She pushed herself to her feet. Her chest heaving.

“Look, if you’re a jilted ex lover, I apologize for not remembering your face.” Jason panted, heavy breaths garbling his voice modulator’s ability to translate efficiently.

The woman let out a breathy laugh, what seemed to be a genuine smile on her lips.

“Yeah, right.”

Her hands lit up again— the orange no less dull than what she began with.

Jason’s breath hitched, widening his stance.

Any time, now.

A grappling hook reeled over the building’s ledge, hooking securely to the concrete. At the same time, an arrow lodged itself into one of the concrete parking blocks, a zip cord attached to it.

Both pairs of boots landed simultaneously. Two more vigilantes. Jason exhaled gratefully; They had followed through perfectly. It would have been nice, had they stopped watching him get his ass beat long enough to help earlier. But he supposed beggars couldn’t be choosy.

“Heard we’re having a bonfire.” Artemis called. Her sword swung out, clashing with the asphalt, sparks flying from the blade.

Roy took his stance beside her, nocking an arrow and aiming it at the woman’s chest.

“I could’ve brought marshmallows, Red.” He murmured, keeping his aim true.

YN growled, backing away. Jason pushed himself to his feet, standing tall as his two partners advanced to stand beside him.

He watched as hesitation flickered across her features. Her flames dulled from the bright white to a mellow orange.

Jason pulled his guns from his holsters, aiming at her vitality points.

Yn grit her teeth, eyes darting between her three opponents; Sweeping her hand in front of her, a large swath of fire doused the place where she stood. A storm of heat and flame obscuring her.

Jason fired a shot into the wall. Roy followed suit, loosing his arrow. Artemis stood at the ready, waiting for her to leap out of the fire and attack.

The flames died down easily, having no fuel to keep burning.

She was gone.

Jason let go a breath he didn’t know he held. Artemis shifted instantly, moving to where the woman stood. Searching for any sign of her.

“Runs pretty fast.” Roy grumbled, returning the arrow he didn’t fire to its quiver.

“She’s smart enough to know when she’s outnumbered.” Artemis peered over the ledge. “You fellas ever seen something like that?”

“No.” Jason responded, shoving his guns back into the holsters around his thighs.

“Nope.” Roy declared. He propped his hands on his hips. “I’m sure Oliver can get me access to STAR labs’ meta database. I can look there.”

Jason shook his head with a sigh.

“I doubt she’d be registered. Doesn’t seem like one that’s caught too often.” He reasoned.

Artemis knelt down, scooping up the two bullet casings Jason had fired. She flicked one at each of them, both catching their own with ease.

“Still wouldn’t hurt.” She argued, nodding to Arsenal. He returned the gesture. Jason stared down at the shell in his palm. It was half blackened and misshapen from the flames. He frowned, his eyes narrowing. “You think she’ll come back tonight?”

“Why?” Roy teased, the lilt in his voice pitching his tone upward. “You got something to do?”

“Yes, actually. And I’d like to not keep them waiting.” She quipped, her weight on one hip, arms crossed.

Roy snorted, shaking his head.

“She’s not coming back until she has a plan. Thanks for the backup.” Jason nodded. The Tigress dipped her head into a sarcastic bow.

“Anytime.” Artemis hopped up to the ledge of the building. Flashing a crooked grin, she gave a two fingered salute before free falling backwards.

Roy rolled his eyes at her dramatic flare. He turned back to Jason to comment, until he saw the helmet off. Jason staring off to where the woman had disappeared from.

Jason couldn’t make sense of it. She clearly had enough power to take them all on at once— she was laying him to waste. So why did she run?

Had she recognized one of them? Afraid one of them would recognize her? Maybe she truly thought she would be overpowered. Though, anyone who could melt the barrel of a gun with their bare hands wasn’t someone losing many fights.

Or, more likely, this was just a test run.

And she would be back with the real firepower next time.

“You gonna finish patrol?” Roy’s voice brought him snapping back into the present. He turned to the left, seeing that he had moved closer. Standing beside him now. Jason hummed an affirmative, keeping his masked eyes focused on the city. “Be careful. There are Bats out tonight.”

With his final, dramatically ominous warning, Arsenal turned on his heel. Unlike his counterpart, he found the service door to the lower floors, using that as his exit instead.

If they’re smart, Jason thought, they’ll stay in their own territories tonight.

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