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THE HIGH LORD OF DAY COURT; LEE FELIX

PAIRINGS. highfae!felix x human!reader

WC. 6.2k

WARNINGS. reader is a dumbass, oral (m&f receiving, unprotected sex, little bit of boob play, fingering

SYNOPSIS. when you accidentally cross the line between the human realm and the faerie realm, you are attacked by a scary creature, but you are saved and nursed back to health by felix of day court. when it's time for you to leave, he can't help the pain in his heart.

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DISCLAIMER! THIS IS NOT AFFILIATED WITH THE BOOK SERIES BUT IT WILL HAVE REFERENCES TO THE BOOK.

You awoke the next morning before anyone , hoping this would work, i mean your grandmother wasn't a unreasonable women , she wouldn't mind if you took one day off , but you still felt bad leaving her and your sister all alone with all these chores , so you decided to get up early to do them , before asking

you and your little sister lived with your grandmother all your lives , helping her run the shop that kept you guys stay fed throughout the seasons. you grandmother was a elderly women, so you took on most of the work , your routine mostly consisted of work , chores and that's pretty much it , not really having much time for your friends , but your friends begged you to take the day off with them , and join them in the fields for a picnic , and you didn't want to let them down , so here you are , scrubbing the floors early in the morning , cooking breakfast for your family.

"what's all this , have you been cleaning?" your grandmother sat down at the small table. "yes , and i cooked breakfast." you wipe your hands on your dress , before serving the food.

"i told you i would do the chores today , you stress yourself out too much." she nagged , you sat down. "i don't want you to stress." you served her your food. "yeah well , you're young , you need to live your life , have some fun with your friends , meet a nice boy , doesn't that seem nice?" you thought about telling her , but she got to it before you did. "go on the picnic with your friends.

"how did you know?" you said. "yeji's grandmother came into the bakery for cupcakes , and she asked me about it , much to my surprise i had no clue about the picnic." your ears were red. "m'sorry , i didn't want to burden you , i know you have to run the shop , and there was so many chores." your grandmother waved you off. "m'dear , you've worked too hard all these years , letting your sister walk around here doing nothing , you're a young women now , you should be out and about , let her do it now , it's about time she stepped up.

your sister sat down, disbelief written on her face. "why do i have to suffer?" she whined. "because you've lived on this earth for 18 years and have done nothing , time to put you to work." you laughed at your grandmother. "what's so funny." she turned to you with a sour face. "nothing , i can just imagine you with flour all in your hair." she gasped , her hair was her favorite thing in the world.

"grandmother." the older woman shushed the girl. "oh hush , it's not that bad." she turned to you. "now, you go have fun with your friends , we'll hold down the fort here until you return." you squealed with joy, jumping up to hug her. "thank you so much, i can't, im gonna go get dressed." you ran back to your room , jumping with joy.

"she won't come." soobin said for the 5th, yeji rolled her eyes. "her grandma told my grandma she would , give her some time." she said. "how many times has sh- hey!" you ran over to your friends. "wow you actually showes up this time." you rolled your eyes. "i love you too soobs." he mocked you , making you laugh. "you ready?" yeji held the basket in her hand.

"of course , lets go!"

as you guys made your way to the fields, you noticed that you guys were getting closer and closer to the forbidden forest. "uh ,, yeji? don't you think this is close enough." you pointed to the forest that was now in site. "oh c'mon ＿ , there hasn't been a faerie or any kind of creature sighting around here in almost a month , you would know that if you came out more." you tsk , sitting down. "i guess you're right , im just not used to it i guess." you said. "yeah me and yeji come out here all the time , you're fine." soobin have you more reassurance. "okay." you smiled , helping set out the food.

as the picnic went on , you couldn't help but keep looking over at the forest, you heard your friends , but you couldn't help but feel a little unsettled by it. "are you seriously that scared." yeji laughed. "no , why would i be scared?" you scoffed. "oh really?" soobins eyebrow quirked up. "really." you said.

"then let's go." you and yeji turned to each other , "where?" soobin pointed , "let's go inside the forest , and i mean all the way in." he said. "all right , your on." yeji put the extra food away , standing up. "i..i don't know." you said.

"scared?" you sighed , standing up. "fine , let's go." you just wanted to prove to them that you weren't scared , even if you were a tad bit. all three of you made your way to the forest , stopping right outside of it. "you ready?" yeji said , you nodded and the three of you stepped into the forest.

"see it's not that bad." soobin said. "should we go in further?" you shook your head , "no we- come on." yeji grabbed your hand , pulling you along. "alright guys , i think that's enough." you said realizing the light that was coming from the outside of the forest was becoming dimmer and dimmer, "let's stop." you said. "yeah , we've gone a bit far , let's head back out to the fields." soobin said , and you turned around to leave.

you guys were almost out , you could see the light becoming brighter and brighter again. "see ＿? there was noth- you mortals really are dumb like the tales say." a deep voice made all three of you freeze. "didn't your parents ever tell you not to come in here." you could hear the scales slide across the ground. "all the dangerous creatures that could be lurking in the shadows." your grandmother would tell you all about this creature , that they enjoy torturing and eating humans. "it's not safe you know." the voice teased.

a naga , a dark faerie with human like body , with serpentine like features. "run!" you all screamed beelining it out of the forest , the hideous creature knew he could easily catch you guys , he just enjoyed watching you scramble out in fear , it would make tearing you limb from limb much more rewarding.

the light was right there , safety was right there , you could almost taste it , the three of you ran for your lives , yeji making it out first , soobin second. you were within a toes reach , but before you could reach the outside , you felt the scales of the creatures tail tightening around your ankle , sending falling to the ground with a scream. "gotcha!" you heard your friends scream, as he dragged you further into the forest , the light descending.

"oh little human , i don't think they're coming back in here ; unless they want to meet the same fate you are." the creature continued to drag your screaming figure deep into the forest , the light no where insight anymore , just darkness.

"please let me go." you struggled as you finally came to a stop , but it just held you don't like nothing with one hand. "why would i do that , you crossed the line , you entered the forest, whose fault is that?" before you could even scream again , you felt the pain of its long black talon , piercing your skin ; you let out a ear piercing scream as you feel the naga rip through your flesh.

you could feel the blood pouring out of your body , your body becoming cold , and still — and then suddenly , you don't feel the claws anymore , then a bright light , before everything went dark.

—

"all that , an entire courting pary , just for his mate to be his bestfriend." felix scoffed in disbelief. "jisung is really a character." he laughed. "yeah , well as long as he's happy." mrs.yoon sat in front of him. "well now we wait for a wedding inv..." his words trailed off , upon hearing a scream. "is someone being attack?" he said , listening for it again , "i think someone is being attacked." he said.

"sir , we really should go then , there has been a surge of naga- it could be a faerie of day court , i will not have someone of our court be viciously attacked like that , so stop the carriage now." he commanded , it came to a stop. "get to safety now , the castle isn't that far away." he said. "i can winnow there , you guys don't need to be here." he sent them off , taking off , following the screams.

he came up on the naga , he couldn't see who he was attacking , but it didn't look like he have a second to lose , jumping in front of whoever it was , his body bright as the sun , before the naga let out a shrill , before disappearing.

"okay , shit." he turned around , the body was covered in so much blood , he couldn't even tell who it was , but he wasn't gonna sit there and guess, picking up the body , it was still breathing , but limp in his arms. "you're still breathing, i just have to get you back to the castle." he said , quickly winnowing to his destination.

once back at the castle , he wasted no time. "keep them alive , just until i can get jisung here." he quickly went to make the call , as everyone rushed to save the stranger , currently bleeding out on their dinning table.

jisung didn't waste much time either , quickly coming to the his friends aid to help out. "they aren't healing fast enough." he said. "what do you mean." felix said. "faeries are able to heal within seconds, this isn't a faerie." felix stepped back , getting a good look at you- you didn't have the pointed ears , no wings so you weren't from any other courts— you were a human. "humans won't fully heal with this magic , i can only do so much."

"then do what you can." felix said.

jisung was able to get you to a point where you'd survive , but you'd have to heal on your own , his staff , covering your wounds. "mrs.yoon , prepare a room for her , be careful of her wounds." he said , turning to jisung , who was in despite need of a explanation. "how the hell did you find her?" he said.

"she was screaming." felix said. "i'm surprised she managed to stay alive , that naga did a real number on her, not many faeries survive naga attacks , humans never do." jisung said. "thanks you man , i know you have a lot on your plate , i appreciate it." jisung patted his friends back. "not everyday you find out your mate is your bestfriend , and save a humans life, i count this as the most intresting day of my life."

"jisung you became high lord today." "oh yeah." "thank jisung again , but please go back to dawn court."

felix waited a while , hoping you would get up , then he could talk to you , but curiosity got the best of him , and he found himself at door of the room they put you in. "my lord , it's pretty late , shouldn't you be in bed?" mrs.yoon said. "just wanted to see if she was okay." he said , hovering over your sleeping body. "she's sleeping for now , they'll keep an eye during the night , in case anything changes , and a nurse will be in to change the badages." he nodded. "thank you , you may go for the night." mrs.yoon bowed , exiting the room leaving just you both.

he scanned your unconscious body , the way your eyelashes fluttered , light snores exited your parted lips , you were pretty. "hmm , now why were you even in forest in the first place?" he talked mostly to himself , but you had pained whined , making him step back a bit , but you had stayed asleep.

he pulled up a seat next to your bed , he was only gonna stay here for a few , just to make sure were okay , but before he knew it , he was dozing off , and sleep was taking over his body.

"m..my lord?" his eyes slowly opened to mrs.yoon and a nurse standing over him , his bones a little stiff from sleeping in the chair , making him groan. "my lord , have you been in here all night?" the nurse asked , he groaned , sitting up to stretch.

"i guess so , it was only thing supposed to be a moment." he said. "the nurse is here to change her bandages." before he could say something , you let out a gasp , then a scream.

—

"oh little human." your body was being dragged throughout the forest. "you crossed the line." the naga was ripping through your body , "please!" you screamed. "no one can hear you little human , your friends aren't coming for you." the creature hissed in your ear , then a light.

your eyes shot open with a gasp , making a eye contact with a woman... a faerie — you let out a scream. "whoa , calm down." a male faerie came into your view , you tried to move , to sit up , but your a pain shot all throughout your body , you let out another scream , this time in pain. "p..please , don't hurt me." you cried , tears falling down your face.

"please." "wait calm down , we aren't gonna hurt you , we saved you." he said , your eyes scanned his face in fear. "she can risk hurting herself if she keeps it up." the nurse said. "don't move , let them change your bandage , please don't move." he spoke with such softness. "o..okay." he smiled , turning to the nurse. "go a head , i'll wait outside." you watched him exit the room.

"we won't hurt you mrs. we promise." the nurse held the supplies in her hand , coming close to you. "we promise." you allowed her to change the bandages , your body ached , so she made sure to be gentle when cleaning them. "see there's nothing to be scared of." the other faerie woman stood next to the nurse.

felix waited outside the door , the nurse and mrs.yoon finally exiting the room. "she's all patched up , it's best if she doesn't move though." he nodded. "she's a little scared , so tread lightly when going in there, i will have them bring her some breakfast." mrs.yoon said.

"thank you mrs.yoon."

felix knocked on the door , opening the door slowly , letting his presence be known. "it's just me." he walked in , you were now sitting up against the headboar , your eyes scanning him as he slowly made his way over to you , sitting in the same seat from before. "i'm not going to hurt you , i promise." he said.

"now do you want to tell me your name?"

you stared at him before speaking. "＿." he nodded , "well ＿ , im felix." he held his hands out for you to shake , but you flinched back , he smiled still. "can you tell me why you were in the forest , did you come alone?" you face fell. "my friends and i were having a picnic , and then we decided to go in just for fun , but then as we were leaving the naga caught us , they managed to get out though , oh i hope they're all right." you explained.

"it's some dangerous creatures in that forest , it's barely safe for faeries , let alone a human , you're lucky i was driving by." he said. "did you really save me." he nodded. "brought you back here myself, my friend jisung healed you the best way he could , you're a human so it's different." he said. "when can i go home?" you said.

"i don't think it's best for you to leave right now , you should heal first." you shook your head no. "i can't , i have to help my grandmother , she'll have to do all the work alone." you said. "i don't think you'll be even able to work in this condition , do you think you'll be any use to your grandmother in this condition?" you sighed.

"listen , just stay , you'll get the best care here , once you've fully healed , you may leave , i will take you back myself." he said. "i won't hurt you , i promise." you saw the look in his eyes , they were soft , and trusting. "okay." you said, he nodded. "okay."

he stayed with you , both of you sitting in silence , you stared at the wall , thinking of your grandmother , how would she manage the bakery? were soobin and yeji okay? you felt the tears in your eyes filling your eyes again , falling down your face.

felix noticed you crying , sitting up in his seat "hey." he softly reached for your hand , taking it into his soft hand. "hey , you're okay , alright?" he wiped the tears from your cheek out of reflex , his eyes widening , realizing how close he was. "im- breakfast." the servant came in. "im not hungry." you said. "try and eat something , okay?" felix stood up , you grabbed his wrist. "w..where are you going?" you didn't know him well , but you also didn't want to be left alone.

"i'll be back , i'll go get dressed for the day , and i will return." he reassured. "promise?" he smiled, "i promise." you let him go. "eat." he said , walking out to the room.

felix fulfilled his promise , getting dress , and returning back to your room as quick as he could. "my lord , you're back." mrs.yoon stood at the bed next to you. "yes , i am , is everything alright." he said. "i was just coming to check on mrs. ＿ , have you eaten breakfast?" he nodded. "i stopped by to greet the kitchen staff this morning , i grabbed it then." the older women nodded. "well i'll leave you too it." she said leaving the room.

"you're the high lord?" he nodded , sitting down. "you're pretty young." you said. "my parents wanted to retire young , so i stepped up , became high lord at only 17." he explained. "wow , that was brave of you." "what about you , what do your parents do." you shrugged , frowning. "i don't know them , they abounded me and my sister with my grandmother when i was really young , i don't remember them." you said. "i've helped my grandmother raise my sister and keep her bakery open ever since." he nodded.

"now i understand why you must want to go back so much." you silently agreed. "well , as soon as you get better , i will take you back." you smiled , it brought a warm feel to his heart.

"thank you." he stayed with you all day , getting to know you , you guys talked all day , before he or you noticed , the sun was starting to set , and a nurse had come in. "it's about time you lie down and get some rest , you've been sitting up all day." she said , felix looked outside , back to you. "wow , we really did talk all day." he said , you laughed. "i guess we did."

he stood up , "well , i guess i'll let you get some rest , i'll be back in the morning." he said. "you will?" you and the nurse both said. "is that a problem?" his eyesbrow raised. "no." you said. "good , i'll see you in the morning." you smiled. "see you in the morning." he left out the room.

"let's get you ready for bed."

he came to your room the next day and stayed with you the whole day , and then he next and then for the rest of the week — everyday with a different activity for you to do while you were bed ridden.

"aren't you busy? high lords should be busy." you said as he helped you lay down one night. "don't worry about that , worry about getting better , i have people that can take care of things out there , while i help take care of you." that made your heart flutter.

"thank you felix , for everything." he pulled the blanket over your body , fixing the extra pillows. "it's time for bed." he said , turning on the light beside of the nightstand. "maybe soon , we can get you a wheelchair or something , and i can show you around the palace and day court." you stared up at him. "really?" your eyes shined , it made him smile. "sure." he said , and you yawned. "now get some rest." you nodded , closing your eyes.

he watched for a few more minutes , just to make sure you were sleep for sure, before he slowly crept out of the room , turning the main light off , closing the door.

"how is she?" mrs.yoon asked. "she's alright , i told her maybe we can get her a wheelchair or something , so she won't have to sit in bed all day." mrs.yoon nodded. "i will tell them , this is good , she will soon be able to return home with her family." he frowned , he'd been having such a good week with you , he'd forgotten all about that.

"felix." mrs.yoon saw the look in his eyes , the sadness. "she has to return home , she has a family that misses her dearly." he nodded , "of course she does, i know." he sighed , "good night mrs.yoon." he made his way to his room , closing the door , sitting down on his bed , running his hands through his hair.

he knew you'd have to back eventually , but it really made him said , he really enjoyed your company, maybe a little too much.

by the next week you were feeling better than before , you could move a little more , sit up by yourself , even though felix would still help you , but you didn't mind it though , at all.

"good morning." felix open the door to your room , this time rolling a wheelchair in. "what is this?" you said. "i told you , i'd get it for you no?" he said. "does that mean we can take a ride around day court today?" he smiled , nodding. "are you excited?" he asked , sitting in the same seat right next to your bed. "of course , i can't wait to get out this bed." you exclaimed

"great , eat your breakfast , and then will get you all ready." he said , you smiled taking a bite of the custard filled bread. "so messy." he took his thumb , running it along your lip , collecting the cream from it , your body heated up , you looked away flustered , he did that all the time , and it never failed to get the same reaction everytime.

"you okay?" you quickly nodded. "perfect, i don't want anything to ruin this day for you." he said. "eat up."

after your breakfast , a nurse came in to change badages. "you know , i think this is the last week you'll probably have to wear these." she said. "really?" you were excited , they were annoying. "yup, that means you're one step closer to going home , i bet you you're excited." you frowned , you are happy to be getting better , you missed your grandmother , but you were really enjoying spending time with felix. "everything okay?" she asked. "i'm fine." you said.

she helped you into the wheelchair , felix entered the room shortly after , "you ready?" you nodded. "are you sure , you look a little sad." you shook your head. "im fine , im just really excited to get out of this room finally." he hummed , grabbing the back of the chair "well then let's going."

he showed all around the beautiful castle , showing you different paintings and other pretty things. you even got to see how he interacted with the staff , he was so nice to everyone , he treated everyone like family , made sure to put their well being first , it made you smile , he was like a dream.

he then showed you the outside , you hummed when the sun hit your face for the first time in a while , "it feels nice." he smiled , you looked so pretty, the way the sun hit your face. "you look so pretty like that , like a pretty picture." he said , moving a piece of hair from your face, your heart skipped a bit.

"t..thank you." his eyes flickered to your lip , then back to your eyes. "i really want to kiss you." he said , your eyes widened. "you do?" he nodded. "was i too forward?" you shook your head. "i want to kiss you too." he grabbed your face softly, caressing your cheek , bending down , his lips ghosting over yours , before he closes the gap , his lips were soft against yours. he pulled away , looking into your eyes. "did you like it?" you nodded , "i did."

you guys spent the rest of the day outside , watching the sunset together , before making your way back inside the castle. "i had a good day felix." you said , he helped you into the bed. "i did too." he smiled , his smile turns to a frown , he knew it was selfish, he did but he didn't want to see you go back home. "what's wrong?" you grabbed his hand. "you're getting so much better , that means i'll have to say goodbye to you soon." he whispered , it was your turn to frown. "i know , the nurse told me after this week i'll be able to take the badages off." you sighed. before he could say something a nurse came in.

"bed time , let's get those bandages changed." he looked at you with sad eyes , but with a smile. "i'll see you in the morning." he whispered. "good night." you watched him leave , you really wanted him to stay , you desperately did.

felix lied awake that night thinking of you , not being to contain himself , he got up , making his way into your room. you were sleeping as he made his way to the seat , about to sit down , when you started to whimper in your sleep , your brows furrowed. "yah." he tapped your sleeping body.

"please , let me go." you said , tears coming down your face , you were having a nightmare. "please." your breathing started to pick up , before you shot up , gasping for air with a sob. felix quickly shot into action , grabbing your shaking body , hugging you. "hey i'm right here , okay, i won't let it hurt you again , i promise." he stroked your hair.

your sobs slowly came to a stop , and you started to drift off back to sleep , still holding onto him. he moved to lay you back down , but you stopped him. "please stay, please." he shushed you back to sleep , laying down next to your body , careful not to hurt you. "i won't leave you, i promise." he held you in his arms , kissing the top of your head.

"i promise."

from that night on , you and felix didn't hide your growing feelings for each other , anybody in castle could see that the faerie fell for the human he saved , but they also knew that you were getting better , the previous week you had gotten the bandages taken of and you were now walking around , that means it was time for you to return home to your family.

"one more week." felix begged. "my lord , it's been 3 weeks , her family has probably already lost hope, and you still have duties as high lord." hwas ready to get on his knees and beg. "please one more week, just let me spend one more week with her." mrs.yoon saw the desperation in the boys eyes ,sighing. "fine , one more week , then she has to go back." he sighed. "thank you." he ran back to your room , where you were waiting.

"what did she say?" he hugged you tightly , your body no longer ached , so he was free to do so. "one more week , you can stay one more week." you smiled grabbing his face. "it isn't enough." he frowned. "then let's make it enough." you caressed his face. "let's not think about it , let's just be together for one more week." his forehead was pressed against yours. "okay?" you said.

"okay."

you two spent the next week glued to the hip , doing everything you wanted to do. the days seem like they were flying by. soon you were at the night before your departure, he held you close in his arms.

"i don't want you to go." he whispered into your hair. "i know , but i have to." you played with his fingers. "i know , i just want to freeze time." he said , you heard a sniffle , and you looked up, tears were coming from his eyes. "p..please don't cry." you said , tears forming in your eyes.

he pressed his lips against yours , it wasn't like all the other ones , this felt like a goodbye , he pulled away , allowing you to breath for a second before kissing you again , this time more passionately. "felix." you said into the kiss. "please." he shushed you , hovering over your body. "please just let me have you, please." he kissed your jaw. "please for one more night." he kissed down your neck. "will you? will you let me have you." he nuzzled his nose into your neck , you sighed. "yes , please." your voice was airy , as he kissed down your neck.

he sat you up , slowly undoing the zipper to the night gown he bought for you. "so pretty." he left little kisses on your shoulder , letting the straps fall down. "f..felix." you moaned , he was so gentle, finally letting the top of the dress fall to your waist , your boobs on display , the cold hitting your nipples.

he grabbed one of them , squeezing it in his hand. "does that feel good?" his voice deep in your ear , sending a shiver down your spine. "y..yes." he pinched your nipple, you mewled out. "f..felix, please i need you." he kissed your shoulder once more , before laying your body down , treating you like a delicate piece of glass.

"i got you." he kissed your boobs , wrapping his lips around the nipples , before kissing down your stomach , you squirmed , he grabbed your hips, halting your movements. "don't worry my love , it's all about you , no need to rush." he pulled the rest of the night gown down , tossing it , leaving you in your underwear. "can i?" you nodded. "god please." he smiled , pulling your panties down.

he was right up close where you needed him to be. "such a pretty pussy." he kissed in between your thighs , "may i taste you?" he kissed your clit , making you jolt. "p..please , please." you begged, he gave your clit a few more licks , before licking a stripe up your aching heat.

"fuck, felix!" you moaned , he took that a sign to dive right in , messily making out with your pussy, you grabbed his hair , tugging at his roots. "f..felix , i need more." his hand came up to slowly rub figure 8s around your clit , as he came up. "fuck , you taste so good." he teased your finger up and down your folds. "i want to taste that forever." he slowly slid his finger in. "fuck you're clenching around my finger" he groaned , his cock straining against his pants. "im gonna add another one ,okay?" he slowly pushed in another finger.

"you're so tight." he kissed your clit once more , bring his mouth around it , you felt the pressure build up in your core as he fingered you. "f..felix- felix im gonna cum." you whined. "are you? you're gonna cum for me? be a good girl and cum for me." he hit that one spot , kitty licking your clit , and the knot in your stomach snapped. "i'm cumming!" you screamed, he sped up his movements, bringing you over the edge. "there we go , cum on my fingers." he helped you ride out your high, removing his hands once you started to twitch in overstimulation, grabbing at his wrist , stopping him.

"im done princess, im done." he sat on his knees, his hard cock pressed against your heat. "f..felix , i want you inside me, please." you begged. "i don't want to overwhelm you , you're pussy is still twitching." you moaned , grinding against him. "fuck , baby." he groaned. "please , i want it inside, please, i want to feel you for one night." you begged.

"okay baby , you can have me." he stood up, taking his pants off , his cock hitting his stomach as he made his way back in between your legs. "i'm gonna be gentle , i promise , gonna fuck you real slow." he grabbed the base of his cock , groaning as he placed it your wet entrance. "want...you...to..feel." he slowly slid into you. "all of me." you moaned , his cock dragging along your walls.

he finally pushed all the way into you , his body connecting with you. "fuck you're so wet." he pulled out, slowly fucking into you again. "f..felix, m'so full." you said as he slowly fucked himself in and out of your hole, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rolled your clit around with his fingers.

"p..please speed up." you mewled. "you want it faster?" you nodded. "please." he caged your head in between his arms, forehead pressed against yours as he sped up his movements. "you -fuck- you feel me love , your pussy is clenching so much around me , i might not last." he groaned , using one of his hands to support, the other going where your bodies connected, rubbing your clit. "s..shit , felix im cumming." he kissed your lips, swallowing up your moans as you came around his cock.

his emotions where on a 10 , he could feel himself getting upset again, tears wielding in his eyes as he fucked you well past your orgasm, now chasing his own. "fuck, i..i love you, i love you much." his hips snapping against yours. "p..please say you love me back please." you nodded.

"i..i love you too."

that's all he needed for the knot in his stomach to snap, and he came inside you, his thrust slowing down as he came deep inside you. "f..fuck." his cock softened inside you. he lowered his head into your neck , you felt the tears wet your neck. "felix?" you ran your fingers through his hair.

"please stay with me." he cried. "f..felix , you know i can't." you bit your lip , as he cried into your neck. "let's just stay like this okay?" you let him cry , you cried too until the sun was starting to rise , and you both were to tired to cry anymore , and you eventually fell asleep.

you guys didn't sleep for long though because you had to get cleaned up before it was time for you to go , eating breakfast one last time before mrs.yoon told you both it was time to go.

"it was a pleasure to meet you mrs.＿." you smiled. "you too mrs.yoon." felix held your hand tightly. "i'll be back shortly." he said , mrs.yoon nodded. "come right back , you have much work to be caught up on." he nodded , turning to you , his eyes full of sadness. "you ready?" you frowned. "yes." he wanted to ride in a carriage , just to be with you longer , but then he decided to just rip the bandage off and winnow you both there.

"hold on." you closed your eyes, holding onto him , tightly. "open your eyes love." he whispered into your ear. you opened your eyes , standing outside of your cottage. "no one is home right now." you said. "i know." he said. "y..you could come in." he smiled. "if i go in , i don't think i'll ever leave." he kissed your forehead. "please go in , i don't want you to see me like this." his voice cracked. "i love you." he smiled.

"i love you too." you opened the door to your house , he watched you turn back waving, before you closed the door , the tears falling down his face , as he made his way back to his empty castle.

your grandmother and sister eventually returned back to the cottage where you waited ,dinner ready and the cottage clean , you shed tears with your grandmother as she held you in her arms like she did when you were a kid , she had looked like she aged so much , it must've been so stressful for her. you quickly returned to your daily routine , even meeting up with yeji and soobin , who both cried with you , begging you to forgive for even making you go in there, of course you forgave them.

you never stopped thinking of felix , you thought of him everyday , for the next month, you were never truly happy , and your grandmother could see that , sitting you down one day. "everything okay." she said. "im fine." you said. "m'dear , i raised you since you were in diapers , you're practically my child , i can tell when something is wrong." you sighed , you needed to let this out.

you told her everything , tears streaming down your face as you told her everything from the naga attack to meeting felix.

"do you love him?" you nodded. "i do." she smiled.

"m'dear, i can never began to understand what you went through in that horrible forest , but it seems like you found happiness with this felix faerie , and what kind of grandmother would i be if i denied you that happiness." you grabbed your hand. "i'll be fine knowing you found happiness in your life." she said , hugging you.

"i don't think i can go back through that forest." you frowned. "well if he loves you, then he'll come to you." she said , just as there was a knock on your door. "go answer that , i'll set the table for dinner." you wiped your tears , getting up to answer the door.

"mrs.yoon?" the elder woman stood in the doorway of your house. "may i come in?" you stepped to the side, letting her in. "what's wrong , how did you even find me?" you said. "i've been searching for you since the day you left." she sat down. "what's wrong?" you gave her a glass of water. "it's felix." she said.

"is he okay?" you said. "no not really , he hardly comes out his room , he gives orders and that's it; he's barely eating , it's starting to effect everyone." she said. "i know it's too much to ask , but he needs you , i've never seen him like this before" she said. "please reconsider coming back." she said.

you looked to your grandmother. "this is your decision m'dear , i will support you regardless." you nodded. "i would like to come back." the older woman smiled. "thank you so much , i will wait here , and allow you to get all your affairs in order, we must return to the castle soon before they ask for me." you nodded.

it wasn't easy explaining everything to your friends , or saying goodbye to your grandmother and sister , and it was tearful , but eventually it was time for you to leave. "please take care of grandmother, don't let her do too much." you told your sister. "yah, i got this, go live your life." she said. "look at you all grown up."

"yeah whatever , don't forget to write." she wiped the tears from her face. "you ready?" mrs.yoon said.

"yes im ready."

—

felix felt like a shell of a person , the last month had been nothing sort of painful for him , he missed you dearly , your scent had long disappeared from the bed where you once laid , but felix could bring himself to stop laying there every single night , thinking of you , much like he was doing at that moment , when the door open , closing.

"mrs.yoon , i told you im not hungry, i'll eat later." he heard the light footsteps , getting closer to the bed, then a dip in the bed- then, arms wrap around him , he closed his eyes taking in the familiar scent. "i guess i've lost it officially." he said to himself.

"have you?" his eyes shot opened , turning to face you. "＿?" he grabbed your face to make sure you were real , before pulling you into bone crushing hug. "oh my, you're real!" he said , you laughed.

"how did you get here , you didn't go through the forest did you?" he had so many questions , but right now he didn't even want to ask , he just wanted to hold you. "mrs.yoon came and brought me back." you play with the nape of his hair. "i've missed you."

he kissed you , much like that night. "i've missed you too." he whispered. "i've missed you so much." he kissed you again , and again , each one more passionate than the last. "f..felix , slow down , shouldn't we get you something to eat first , i heard you haven't been eating." you breathed.

"i can eat later , please just let me be with you." he said , staring deeply into your eyes. "o..okay, let me.. take care..of you first then." you said through the kisses. "please." you said , grabbing his face. "o..okay." he sat up against the headboard , you made your way in between his legs , squeezing his thighs , he groaned.

"please don't tease me , i don't think i could take it." you nodded , unbuckling his pants , he lifted his legs up just enough for you to be able to pull his pants and underwear down , his cock standing against his stomach , precum leaking from the tip. "please do something." he hissed as the air hit it.

you grabbed the base , stroking it up and down , gathering spit , letting the it fall straight on his cock. "fuck , put it in your mouth please." he groaned , you brought the tip of his cock to your mouth , sucking on it , before taking him fully into your mouth , "s..shit , your mouth feels so good." he moaned.

you looked up at felix through your lashes. his hands created a makeshift ponytail , guiding your mouth up and down on his cock. "that's it baby -shit- suck my cock" he let out a different types of moans and groans , along with some curse words.

you two created a rhythm, bobbing your head, every vein running along your tongue , he bucked up into your mouth, making you gag a bit. "s..shit , im gonna cum , baby if you don't want to cum in your mouth , please get off of me." he said trying to hold on , instead of getting off , you took him further down your throat , your nose touching his pubic bone.

"fu..fuck!" his cum shot to the back of your throat, filling up your mouth , his legs twitch , as you slowly took his cock out your mouth , swallowing his cum. "fuck , i love you so much." he pulled you into his lap. "i want you to ride me , can you do that baby, can you ride my cock?" he bucked up into your clothed heat. "please." you moaned.

he pulled your panties to the side , you took his cock , slowly guiding it inside of you. "fuck." you sighed as he stretched you out, taking all of him. "baby , please move." he whined , you began move your hips , slowly bouncing on his cock. "you feel so warm , i missed this cunt." he squeezed your boobs through your top.

"y..you're mine , okay? -shit- im never gonna let you go again." you whimpered , "f..felix please." he nodded , wrapping his arms around your waist. "i got you pretty." he planted his feet. "let me take over." he began to fuck up into you.

"shit!" you squealed at the sudden rough pace from the boy. "you're clenching around me , gonna cum?" you nodded. "y..es, please let me cum." he kissed you. "you can cum whenever you want princess." you shook in his lap as you came. "fuck , creaming my cock, im gonna cum love." his was tucked between his teeth as he chased his high.

"shit , p..princess , tell me you love me." he groaned. "i..i love you." much like last time , that was all he needed before he was filling you up with his seed. "fuck, i love you too." he kissed you. "i love you so much."

you went to climb off off him , but he held you. "fe- let's just stay like this, just for a bit." you nodded. "okay, but then we seriously have to get you up and get you some food , alright?" you played with the nape of his hair, placing gently kisses all over his face.

"i have eternity to eat, right now i just want to be with you."

©️LUVYENI

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Hi - I’ve liked this song for a long time and I was like why not write a huskerdust thought dump with all the feelings this song gives me.

And so I present huskerdust with a whole lot of angst and also love 😭

Warnings: language, abuse, non-graphic sex

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Husk knew who he was and he knew his place. He was a jester in Alastor’s court, meant only to entertain his malevolent king when the man felt he needed it.

So why did meeting this depressed, and painfully long spider have him questioning everything?

He hadn’t thought anything of it the first time the porn star had seductively inched his finger beneath his chin with a sultry, “Hey~”

Fake. He was so fake, and Husk hated that more than anything - at least Alastor treated him like the plaything he was and never lied to him about his intentions.

The cat pushed his advances away every time - not even bothering to quip back after a while because it just wasn’t worth it. He would just continue to play the bartender part chosen for him by his master and drink himself into a stupor when it was closed so he didn’t have to remember what feelings were like because being numb was better than being reminded he was just there because Alastor thought it was funny.

He may have ignored Angel Dust’s advances, but when the demon started opening up about how miserable he was at his job after being fed enough drinks, Husk started to look at him differently- why would he put on such a lewd facade when such an innocent persona slept beneath the heavy perfume and sexual advances?

He liked this version of him better - vulnerable and a little broken. When was the last time he let himself be vulnerable to another person?

Husk didn’t have to wait long for the answer. A few days later Angel Duet stalked in looking miserable and exhausted. Husk looked at the clock on the wall and read the 7 am carefully - had the demon slept at all?

“I need a drink. Something strong.”

“You look like shit.” Husk hadn’t meant to make the remark, but he rolled his eyes as he watched Angel switch personas like someone had pushed a button in him. He didn’t mean to call him fake but Husk was so fucking tired of everyone coming to him with their problems - and then Angel Dust being so obviously exhausted acting like nothing was wrong pushed him over the edge.

“Call me fake one more time, mother fucker. I dare you.”

The rage Angel Dust exuded had Husk’s stomach in a knot - he bit that down in favor of a smirk and a pointed claw against the white demon’s chest fluff, “Fake.”

He swallowed his guilt as the thin man stalked out of the hotel - he was here to man the bar, nothing more and nothing less until Alastor indicated otherwise. He didn’t have permission to feel empathy for others, so he was going to keep to himself.

He tuned out the rest of the ramblings until Vaggie insisted he go and drag the demon back - he was going to ignore her too, but Charlie looked at him with those eyes and he deflated. Charlie was a good person - she didn’t deserve to feel guilt over a situation where she was just trying to help, and yet she took the blame for all of it. Against his better judgement, he slumped out from behind the counter and mumbled under his breath as he walked out to find Angel Dust.

His intention at the bar was just to observe long enough to let the princess know that Angel Dust was fine, but he saw that shark demon attempt to drug Angel’s drink and all he could see was red. How dare this fuckhead take away someone’s right to choose what they want to do - Angel Dust was clearly having a good time and probably would have consented, but to drug him to take away that choice? Absolutely not.

The fight was a blur and he barely remembered anything outside of grabbing the spider’s arms roughly afterwards.

He forced Angel out of the bar, the taller man ripping himself away from Husk as soon as he had an opportunity. They argued mindlessly for too long before Angel pressed a nerve again, “Stop acting like you give a shit about me - you think after how you treated me, I’m gonna open up to you? Please.” He turned on his heel and proceeded to walk away.

“Maybe I’d treat you better if you were real and not some bullshit version of yourself always pushing my boundaries.” His mind was screaming at him to shut the fuck up but he couldn’t stop himself, “No one in that hotel gives a shit about who you are - how famous…. or hot - so you might as well just cut the act.”

“IT’S NOT AN ACT!” The tears that escaped from Angel Dust’s eyes stopped Husk in his tracks, his chest buzzing with guilt as the younger man continued, “it’s who I need to be- and this? This is my escape. Where I can forget about how much I hate…. Everything!”

Husk reached out unconsciously. Not an act, a shield. Not fake, a diversion.

“A place where I can get high and not think about how much it hurts. And maybe, if I can ruin myself enough in the process - if I end up broken - I won’t be his favorite toy anymore.” He collapsed to the ground, sobs echoing in his chest as he pulled his long limbs to himself in comfort, “And maybe he’ll let me go.”

Husk let himself feel the guilt this time. He wanted to apologize over and over until it came out like a prayer. He was broken and was just trying to keep going. That wasn’t fake, that was strength. A strength Husk hadn’t had in a long time. He sat on the concrete next to Angel Dust and drew in a shaky breath, attempting to get vulnerable like Angel Dust just had been, “I was an overlord once, you know.”

He kept his eyes on his claws, “When you’re down on your luck, you turn to anything to keep yourself afloat. Make deals that you can’t undo. I know what it’s like to regret the choices you make and know you can’t take them back.”

The noise Angel Dust made at the back of his throat confirmed Husk’s suspicions about the man having sold his soul to that Valentino, but he decided that moping wasn’t going to save either of them at this point. He flashed a sly grin and stood, “Your life fuckin’ sucks, huh?”

Angel Dust raised his head, eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “Wait what?”

“You’re a fucked up little whiny bitch-“

“Hey!”

“You’re a loser, just like me.”

Angel Dust snarled, flipping him the bird with two of his hands, “Thanks, asshole. Is this supposed to make me feel better?”

Husk let out a laugh, “Listen, sometimes just admitting it can make you feel better.”

Angel rolled his eyes, but gave in after a while, “I sold my soul to a psychopathic freak.”

“Haven’t we all.”

A car parked across the street from the pair, the owner leaving their radio on as they entered the establishment. A soft tune was playing loud enough that the two of them could hear.

Husk reached out a hand, “Cmon, loser. I ruined your night, so let’s dance.”

Angel Dust hesitated, “ On a sidewalk in hell?”

“No time like the present.”

He carefully placed his hand on Husk’s and let himself be helped up. Husk gave a small bow before taking the spider’s waist and moving him around in a circle. It was awkward and stupid, but Angel Dust found himself smiling a little more every second.

“I’m a stupid, drugged up ho-“

“And you know what? I’m a depressed, drunk, gambling addict.”

Angel Dust and Husk had mutual grins as they continued the sloppy dance on the sidewalk in a word of their own. Husk dipped the taller man and they laughed until they heard a, “There they are! They’re fuckin dancing!”

Husk dragged Angel Dust to the other side of the parked car, both of them laughing breathlessly. Husk found himself staring for too long, he closed his mouth and looked over his shoulder as soon as he realized it, “Stay here - I’ll take care of this.”

He fought hard, trying to erase the image of the genuine smile that was plastered on Angel Dust’s face, trying to forget the soft tinkle of his laugh like bells ringing in his ears. The more he tried to forget the more he thought about it, and ended up getting caught by the smallest of the gang of sharks. This was it - he was going to die because he found a smile and a laugh attractive. Fuck.

A bullet shot straight into the middle of the shark’s head and he craned his neck to stare incredulously at Angel Dust who had brought a tommy gun out of nowhere, “I can take care of myself, sweetheart.”

Husk swallowed his arousal down as he heard the yells of the other gangsters behind him - he could admire how hot the spider was at any time after this if they survived, so he sidled up to the taller man’s side and grinned, “Let’s finish this, then.”

After the gang lay dead in a river of their own blood and organs, Husk took a deep breath and looked to Angel Dust, letting his eyes look the tall man up and down like it was the first time he had actually looked at him, “Can’t say I expected that from you.”

“I told you that you don’t know me. Sex ain’t the only thing I’m good at.” He winked at the cat, running his fingers through his blood stained fur.

“Yeah. This guy ain’t half bad.” He smiled and offered his arm, “Shall we head back?”

Angel Dust linked their arms together happily and they bantered back and forth the whole way back. It was effortless and fun, and Husk was fucking terrified. But maybe he could indulge and let someone in just this once- they were both on a leash after all, so maybe sharing that pain wouldn’t be so bad.

When they returned, Angel Dust thanked Charlie for caring and then he and Husk sat at the bar chatting over a glass of brandy until Angel Dust started to nod off. Husk called him out and the spider helped him clean up so they could both head to bed for the night.

—

They had been more open with one another after that night, but only after everyone else had gone to bed.

They whispered secret hopes and dreams over koniak, complained about being pets with tequila shots, and reminisced about being alive with a side of amaretto.

The more he got to know Angel Dust, the more his heart swelled when the man walked through the front doors from a shift at work, long legs distracting him from his menial chores though Husk would never admit that part out loud. He had began anticipating Angel’s arrival, a mixed drink ready for him moments before the spider would sidle in.

Sometimes Angel Dust would come in covered in bruises and stains, his eye makeup running, but he still gave Husk a genuine smile before sitting at the bar.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Angel Dust rested his chin in his hand, eyes glazing over, “Nah. Same shit, different day. Some are harder than others.”

Husk slid a fruity cocktail across the bar and nodded, respecting Angel Dust’s wish as he moved to start wiping out glasses.

The silence was comfortable and warm, Angel Dust watched Husk do his cleaning quietly, letting his fingers trail against the lip of his cocktail glass.

“Sometimes I feel like I deserve it - the pain.”

Husk bristled and turned quickly to make eye contact, “Angel-“

“I sold my soul to him, so I deserve this, right?”

Husk held his hand in a fist before leaning against the bar close to Angel, understanding the sentiment at least even if he thought Angel deserved the world handed to him in a box with a giant ribbon to keep it contained, “It feels like that most days, huh?”

“Yeah.” Angel looked down at his half empty glass, “Have you ever been in love?”

“Is that why you signed the contract?”

Angel Dust downed the rest of his drink and let out a sigh, pushing the glass to Husk to ask silently for another, “He was so kind to me until I signed that fuckin piece of paper. It was like a light switched as soon as he owned me and I started making movies for him.”

Husk obliged and poured him another mixed cocktail, pushing it to the spider’s dainty fingers, urging him to continue.

“I think it’s my fault he changed and I want to go back to when we were happy, ya know?”

Husk let out a sigh, “Do you want my opinion?”

Angel Dust looked up at him hopefully and Husk continued, “You can’t help when you fall in love with a liar - the man you fell in love with never existed.”

“So I’m hopeless?” Angel Dust sighed sadly, looking at the wood of the bar top carefully.

Husk let his paw lightly hold onto the spider’s arm, making Angel Dust look him in the eyes again. Husk smiled, “Maybe, but you’re not the first person to fall for fake sweet words and you won’t be the last.”

Angel smiled back softly, taking a sip from his new drink, “Thanks, Husk.”

There was another comfortable silence as Husk got back to his cleaning, but Angel interjected again, “You didn’t answer me, though. Have you ever been in love?”

Husk hummed thoughtfully, “I think so. Once. She loved my brother, though, and used me to get to him. I think I fell into a pattern of distrust after that. Love can really ruin a guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Val says he’s the only one who will ever love me like I deserve.”

Husk turned around again and looked over the bruises with his mouth in a thin line, “If this is how he loves you, that isn’t love. You deserve to have a love that makes you happy, not one that makes you feel like a slave.”

Angel Dust looked down, a light pink dusting his cheeks, “Thanks, Husk.”

Husk smiled, “You don’t have to thank me for telling you the truth.”

When Husk turned around Angel Dust found his voice again, “You deserve that kind of love, too. Maybe more than anyone I know.”

Husk made a noise like he disagreed, but decided to humor the sentiment, “Maybe, but I think I’m happy enough to at least have one genuine friend that I don’t really need that kind of love right now.”

“Am I… are we friends?”

Husk looked over his shoulder at the surprised expression and laughed, “I mean, I’ve never told anyone else half of the things I’ve told you. And I trust you - I think that makes us friends.”

Angel Dust grinned, throwing the rest of the drink back, “Aight. I’m gonna take a shower - see you tomorrow, friend.”

“Good riddance- you smell like vomit and cum.”

Angel Dust laughed, “Yeah, yeah. If I made it into a perfume you know your ass would have it around to remind you of me.”

Husk chuckled as he heard Angel Dust’s footsteps ascend the stairs.

—

When Mimzy came to visit, Husk was on edge. The last time he had seen that bitch, she had “innocently” maimed a man’s wife - the man happened to be an extremely powerful overlord at the time, and Alastor tore the demon limb from limb.

But Lucifer, King of Hell, was here to visit his daughter today and Husk had an awful feeling about this.

He decided to try and talk Alastor into making her leave, but he had forgotten his place and his owner had to remind him just what he was: a pawn that needed to mind his business if he wanted to continue to live. He shouldn’t have spoken back to Alastor, he knows better, but irritation at being called a pet consumes him and the comment leaves his throat before he can comprehend what he’s just done, “Big talk from someone who’s also on a leash.”

The chain against his neck had him spiraling - he bristled and shook in fear as Alastor grew into his demon form and threatened him. He barely registered the words as the lights flickered, but squeaked out a soft “understood” that had Alastor leaving his presence behind.

Husk had eventually gained his footing again, eyes shaking and sweat sticking to his body and fur. His legs threatened to give out from under him as he tried to make his way back downstairs, but he barely made it five steps before he collapsed again, breathing heavily. His mind was a jumbled mess and he couldn’t catch his breath, breathing sharply and black clouds started entering his vision. He tried to calm himself down, but his claws were ripping at the fur at his chest as he tried to give himself some relief.

He barely heard his name being called, but jerked out of the hands as someone tried to hold onto him, he panted angrily, “Don’t fuckin touch me-“

“Husk- let me help you.”

He growled, facing the man whose face managed to calm him down but only in anger. Everything else was elevated and his eyes fluttered, threatening to close and not open back up.

Angel Dust removed Husk’s bow tie and pulled off his suspenders before bringing the cat demon into a tight embrace, “Five things you can see.”

Husk panted, his eyes opening and darting along the room, “Red…. Carpet…. Wall… Door… White.”

Angel Dust nodded, “Four things you can touch.”

Husk’s wheezed, his hands gripping at Angel Dust’s shoulders, “Fur, floor, clothes, hands.”

“You’re doin’ great, Husky. Three things you can hear?”

His breathing was labored but not as desperate and his vision was starting to clear, “Your voice, my voice, m-music.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“Perfume… it’s like cinnamon and cedar.”

“My favorite - one thing you can taste?”

“W-whiskey.”

Angel Dust was holding him, their knees were touching and his lower set of arms were keeping Husk close while the other set kept him held to his shoulder, softly petting the fur on the back of Husk’s neck. He felt grounded and safe in the embrace, but he knew if Alastor snapped his fingers that this moment would never happen again. He gripped onto Angel Dust harder at the thought, trying to press this memory into his skin. Angel Dust gave him a light pat, “Better?”

Husk finally had the strength to let go, but part of him was sad at the cold air that hit his fur at the separation, “Sorry-“

“You always help me, what kind of a friend would I be if I let you apologize for having a panic attack? I’m here to help. What do you need?”

Husk searched his eyes for far too long, trying to push down the foreign emotions threatening to spill from his tongue, “I need a drink.”

Angel Dust snorted and stood, extending an arm to help him up. He didn’t ask if Husk needed help walking when the demon accepted his hand to stand, he put his arms around Husk’s shoulders and made unrelated jokes as they made their way back down to the bar.

Husk had managed to throw back one shot of whiskey before the ground shook. Mimzy dove for the floor and Husk snorted because he fucking knew that bitch was going to bring trouble.

He avoided Alastor’s stare once everything calmed down, and the radio demon’s smile turned into a smirk as he sidled up to the bar, “No smart remarks, Husker?”

Husk swallowed before pouring a glass of rye for the man, “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir.”

Alastor practically purred as he downed the shot, “You’re such an obedient pet, Husker. I’m so glad you learn your lessons so quick.” He laced his fingers underneath his chin, his grin widening even more, “I’d hate to have to punish someone else next time you decide to test my boundaries.”

Husk snapped his eyes to meet Alastor’s finally, “What do you mean?”

Alastor chuckled, standing, “I don’t enjoy smashing bugs myself, but we have a friend who is an excellent exterminator. If we end up with a pest problem I may just have to ask our mutual friend to step in.”

“You would make Nifty do that?!”

Alastor hummed in amusement, “It seems like you have gotten attached to the hotel patrons, Husker. And it seems like the only way to emphasize my punishments is to punish others instead.”

“You’re sick-“

“Glad you noticed.” Alastor gave him a curt pat to the head, “Forget your place again and I will make good on this promise. Good night, Husker.”

He let himself down two bottles of whiskey once Alastor slipped into his shadows. He threw the third bottle against the wall after he chugged it with a grunt in frustration.

“Woah, kitty cat. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Angel Dust’s voice hit his chest painfully - he almost wept as the demon stepped behind the bar to help clean up the pieces of glass. He looked up at Husk, pink eyes glowing in concern, “Need to talk about it?”

Maybe it was the liquor possessing him, but he leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Angel Dust’s temple, giving a shaky sigh before standing up straight and grabbing another bottle of whiskey from the shelf, “I’ll be fine. Just need some time.”

Angel Dust was frozen apart from the hand that touched the spot where Husk had kissed him, “R-right.” It took a while for him to stand and discard the broken pieces of glass, but once he did he cleared his throat, “I’ve helped you enough times that I can close this down - go get some rest.”

He looked at Husk who gave him a sad smile, “Are you sure?”

Angel Dust grinned, “I’ve got you - you’re not alone in this.”

Husk put his hand to his chest to slow the beating of his heart, “Thank you.” He turned and left to go upstairs to his room.

—

He had memorized Valentino’s face that night at the club for future reference and almost pounced on the mother fucker, but Angel could handle himself and Husk knew better than to get involved before he was needed. They had gone home, all of them exhausted, and Angel Dust had thanked him for not stepping in, “It made me feel like you trusted I could handle it myself.”

Husk sighed, “If he would have hit you one more time, I would have ripped the flesh off of his face.”

Angel Dust grinned at the thought, “My knight in shining armor.”

Husk snorted and looked up to watch as Angel Dust made his way up the stairs to go to bed. Husk knew Angel could handle himself, but what would Alastor have done to them both if he had found out Husk decided to pick a fight with an overlord with permission? He shuddered at the thought.

—

How could a person make him feel so full and so empty at the same time?

He watched as Angel Dust barked orders at Pentious and his eggs as they worked to fortify the hotel in preparation of the impending angel attack. His chest bloomed with warm feelings for the spider, but deep down he knew the more attached he got, the more it would hurt when Alastor ultimately pulled him into whatever situation happened to follow this current flight of fancy. He had tried desperately to avoid attachments and had never had trouble with it until this hotel. Everyone was so kind and warm, and Angel Dust was so…. different. Also warm and kind, but also beautiful and long and funny. Husk didn’t mean to stare, but Angel Dust had caught him and grinned, “Enjoying the view, Husky?”

Husk looked down, pretending he hadn’t been caught watching as Angel stretched his long arms to hold a piece of wood while Razzle and Dazzle happily head butted nails into it to keep the board up, “I was just waiting to see if your clumsy ass would fall off that chair you were standing on.”

“Me? Clumsy? I have impeccable balance - you should see me on a pole, I practically defy gravity.” He puffed up proudly and sent a wink at Husk before stretching, “Let’s take a break. We’ve been working since Charlie left hours ago and I’m starving.” He wrapped a long arm around Husk’s shoulders and pulled him towards the kitchen, “I make a mean spaghetti- give me fifteen minutes and you won’t regret it.”

Husk sat at the kitchen counter while Angel Dust made easy work of the kitchen. He looked over his shoulder as he finished the sauce, “If this doesn’t make you fall in love with me I don’t know what will.”

Love. Husk held his head in his hands and hummed, “How do you know if you’re in love?”

Angel Dust shrugged, “I dunno - it’s a feeling you get. Like when you think about someone and it makes your heart beat a little faster. And sometimes that person is all you can think about, and it’s annoying but you feel like if you don’t think about that person your brain won’t work.” Angel Dust plated some spaghetti for Husk and placed it in front of him with a wistful smile, “When you have a bad day and you see them, it’s like the bad day never happened because all you can think about is them.”

Husk watched his face carefully, “Is it only happy feelings?”

“No.” Angel Dust sighed, looking off to the side, “When they hurt, you hurt. Sometimes you feel bad about feeling that way and it hurts so bad it makes you want to disappear. And when they don’t want to tell you about what’s hurting them it feels like they don’t need you and you spiral thinking about why they wouldn’t trust you with their feelings.”

Husk placed a fork in the noodles and spun them around the metal, “Is it worth it?”

Angel Dust looked at him, a small smile on his face, “Maybe. Dunno.”

Husk let himself eat the spaghetti and grinned at Angel Dust after swallowing, “This is amazing.”

The spider beamed, moving to put more on plates for the rest of their friends that were working so hard to make the hotel safe, “Well? Are you in love with me?”

“Maybe. Dunno.”

Angel Dust turned around confused, but Husk was already turned around and washing his dish so he could help pass out lunch to the others. Husk held his hands out to take more plates to assist Angel Dust with giving out food and both acted like the conversation had never happened.

—

“So this may be your last night alive and you’re not out there snorting a line off some hunks abs?”

“Nah - you fucked one cannibal pool boy, you fucked em all.”

He couldn’t help the fond smile tugging at his lips, “I guess you really have changed.” He turned around to refill his stock and Angel Dust adjusted behind him.

“You know… Charlie told us to live tonight however we want. So pour me a fresh one and let’s get to livin!”

Husk chuckled and mixed together a drink for the man, pushing it to him once it was finished.

They stayed at the bar long after the rest of the hotel had gone to bed. Husk leaned forward, “You know, you could still probably find someone to mess with if you wanted to - it’s not too late.”

Angel Dust sighed, irritated, “I don’t want to.”

Husk held up his hands, “My bad. I just don’t want you to regret spending your last hours alive with me.”

Angel Dust slammed his hands on the bar top, “Why would I regret that?!”

Husk jumped at the genuine anger, hands slowly falling to his sides, “I-I just mean, I’m not the first person people think of when they think the world is going to end and they need to spend time with someone.”

Angel Dust rubbed his temple, “You’re so….” He looked Husk and sighed, “Look, I want to spend tonight with someone who means something to me.”

Husk looked down at his feet, “I don’t think we should-“

“No, no. I’m not asking you to have sex with me.” Angel Dust’s cheeks turned a soft pink, “I want to ask if you’ll hold me tonight. Just until I fall asleep, I won’t be mad if you leave me after - I just really think I need this kind of comfort tonight.”

The silence was thick. Husk was considering all of his options before something in him told him to just say fuck it, “Just until you fall asleep?”

Angel Dust perked up, “I-Is that okay?”

Husk hummed, “Let’s close this shit down and get it over with, then.”

The spider jumped to his feet and hurriedly helped clean up the mess from the last night alive party.

Husk followed Angel Dust to his bedroom, both of them silent until Angel opened the door and looked back at him, “Y-you don’t have to if you don’t-“

“I want to.” Husk smiled up at the taller man, “It’s just two friends sleeping in the same bed, right?”

“Yes.” Angel Dust swallowed and held his hands up, “Wait here for a sec.”

He disappeared behind his door and the sounds of rustling and movement could be heard. And then silence.

Angel Dust opened the door, breathing heavy, “Okay. Come on in.”

Husk stepped into the room and took in all of the pink, and Fat Nuggets sleepily stretching in the small cushion next to the bed. He smiled at the sight and then looked to Angel Dust who was standing around awkwardly. Husk sighed and took the spider’s hand, pulling him onto the soft pink sheets so that Husk was situated against the taller man’s back. He let his arm fall over the thin man’s waist and let himself take in a large breath of Angel Dust’s scent, his snout as close to the back of his neck as he could get without it being weird. He closed his eyes and let his wings rest behind him, breathing slowing. He was sure that the other man could hear the hard pounding in his chest if he listened close enough, but he was too enveloped in the moment to give a shit.

Angel Dust curled into himself, his back settling against the warmth of Husk’s chest as he got comfortable, “Thank you.”

“For what?” The whisper in his ear made Angel Dust shiver involuntarily.

“For…. Everything.” Angel Dust turned so their faces were inches from one another, “I don’t think I’d be happy if you weren’t here.”

Husk smiled and reached his claw up to move the white fluff from Angel Dust’s line of sight, their eyes searching one another’s carefully, “I think I’d be bored if you weren’t here.”

Angel Dust laughed softly, eyes shining, “Don’t die tomorrow and leave me here with Val and Alastor.”

Husk huffed out a laugh and pulled the taller man’s head to tuck it under his chin, “I would never leave you with them. Never.” He closed his eyes and purred softly. Angel Dust fell asleep faster than he had his entire existence- living or dead.

Angel Dust reached out when he woke up to paw at the empty bed beside him. He peeled his eyes open, disappointed before he noticed a small note left on the bedside table. Scribbled in awful handwriting that made Angel’s chest tighten were the words ‘don’t die and leave me alone’.

—

Alastor had gone missing for two weeks after the fight with Adam - Angel and Husk had held one another every day up to that point once everyone had made their way to their own bedrooms.

Husk was desperately and unequivocally in love with Angel Dust and it wrecked him to know that. He wasn’t good enough for him - Angel deserved a prince that would take him to a tower and pamper him for the rest of his life, not a drunk old man who fell in love after being shown affection. The two of them had shared the brushing of finger tips and jokes only they understood. Husk had even been brave enough to hold the spider’s hand at some point, but he was just being selfish.

He realized it the last night before Alastor had returned. They were in Angel’s bed again, Fat Nuggets happily on the pillow beside his head as Angel sat up, “Hey, Husk?”

Husk kept his eyes on Angel carefully, “What’s up?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Angel didn’t look at him when he asked, and Husk wrinkled his nose in confusion, sitting up and placing a hand on his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

Angel looked at him, face red in embarrassment, but eyes shining with determination, “Can I kiss you?”

Husk laughed breathlessly, “Why would you want to kiss me? You could kiss anyone in the world and you want to kiss an old drunk?”

Angel looked hurt, “You’re not just an old drunk, Husk.”

Husk looked away at the change in expression, “I think you’d regret it and I don’t want you to feel regret for a choice you make ever again.”

Angel reached out, holding Husk’s face up to stare into his eyes, both hands pulling his face closer, “I won’t.”

Husk was leaning closer as well, “You don’t know that.”

Husk could feel Angel’s breath on his face, eyes boring into one another’s.

“Neither do you.”

Just before their lips touched, Husk felt a pull on his neck and he jerked away, gasping and clawing at the green chains.

Angel Dust gasped in surprise and fell to the floor, hands hovering above Husk carefully, “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Husk coughed, the pressure finally releasing, “He’s back.” He looked up at Angel Dust sadly, reminded of his reality once again, “he’s never going to leave.”

Angel Dust frowned, hand reaching out to Husk carefully, “You mean Alastor? Are you hurt?”

Husk stood, pushing the man’s hand away, “S-sorry. I have to… we can’t…” He bit his bottom lip before leaving the room, Angel Dust left with a single hand extended on the floor as the door closed.

—

They didn’t spend much time together alone after Alastor came back - Husk avoided the sad stares and didn’t keep the bar open as late as he had in the recent past. He drank more to numb himself, Alastor’s voice echoing in the back of his mind about squashing spiders and being an obedient pet.

Charlie approached him carefully after a few days, hands pressing together nervously, “Hey, Husk?”

He grunted and looked her way in acknowledgment.

“A-Angel Dust hasn’t been home in two days…. Do you know where he might be?”

He bit the worry building in his throat back and stared at her blankly, “Why would I know where he is?”

“It’s just that you two are really good friends so I was hoping you would have an inkling-“

Alastor appeared beside her and hummed, “Good friends? Why, Husker! I’m so glad to see you reaching your social potential!”

Husk snorted and took a swig from the bottle in his hands, turning to get back to work.

“Alastor, have you seen Angel Dust recently?”

“Afraid not, my dear.”

“I’m really concerned- he hasn’t texted me back in days and he’s been so regressive lately - what if he’s hurt or….”

Alastor made a noise of interest, “Yes that is strange. Husker?”

“I just said I haven’t seen him.” He bared his teeth, almost growling.

Alastor’s smiled widened, eyes flashing dangerously, “Watch your tone.”

Charlie frowned, “it’s fine - I’ll go look for him when Vaggie gets back-“

“Nonsense, my dear!” Alastor gave her a pat on the head, eyes never leaving Husk, “Husker can take an afternoon off from the bar to find our spindly little friend.”

Husk was seething, “I don’t want to.”

Charlie looked hurt and Alastor snarled, “I didn’t ask.” Charlie looked at Alastor with wide eyes, “Alastor, what’re you-?”

Alastor laughed loudly, “Charlie, dear, Husker needs to make amends with his precious friend. It seems like they had fought and simply haven’t made up.” He tapped his cane on the ground, eyes narrowing as Charlie turned around, “Go make amends, Husker.”

The way he whispered out his name made Husk shake violently, the green collar that binded them together closing in on his throat tightly. He whimpered and stared at the two of them, anger pulsing from his core, “Why do you suddenly give a fuck what happens to him, huh? Weren’t you threatening not two months ago- mmmfff”

Husks lips clamped together and Alastor’s eyes shined dangerously, “I am choosing to repeat myself for a final time, Husker, do not forget your place. Go. Make. Amends.” He slammed his cane down again and Husk was swallowed into shadows, disappearing in an instant.

Charlie stared incredulously at the radio demon, “Wh-what did you do??”

Alastor grinned down at the girl, “I sent him to V Tower, of course! Best place to start searching for that sad little creature.”

“Alastor, he looked so angry and scared-“

“You’re imagining things, my dear.” He used his cane to lift her chin upwards to his gaze, “You’d be surprised what love can do to a person - makes them feral, really. They simply must make up and admit their feelings and all will be well.”

Charlie’s face melted into happiness, “They’re in love?!”

Alastor tapped the top of her head with his cane, “All part of the plan, my dear. Let Husker do the work. He just needed an extra hard push.” He placed his hands behind his back and began walking towards his radio tower, smile menacing as he imagined how to make Husk pay for his insubordination this time without making it obvious to the princess of hell.

—

Husk coughed and gasped on the steps of V Tower, he had been dropped from a high enough distance that he felt two of his ribs crack against the concrete. He stared up at the blinding neon lights of v tower and wiped the blood that had been dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. He didn’t have a choice in the matter now, but the only thing that scared him more than Alastor was walking into this building and seeing the shit Angel Dust would talk about happening to him in real time.

He sucked in a painful breath. Would Angel Dust even want to see him after he had just left him like that and then ignored him for days?

Husk stared dumbly up at the posters of Angel Dust that littered the hall leading up to the porn studio. He took a deep breath before he quietly opened the studio doors, ears flat against his head as he snuck around the back of the room to avoid being seen before he had found Angel Dust.

A particularly loud moan came from the center of the room and Husk felt himself bristle when he realized it was Angel Dust. He was on the bed in the middle of the dimly lit studio, ropes holding his body up from all four of his wrists as he sat limply against blood-stained silken white sheets. He was covered in injuries and blood, his eyes were nearly swollen shut from being beaten, and Valentino was at his side, carefully watching the pained body as he smoked his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Angel’s face as his lips turned up into a smile.

“P-please…”

Valentino placed a finger beneath his chin, “What do you want, baby?”

Sobs wrecked his body as he tried to gasp out, “Please let me go. I’m so tired - I- I’ll never leave you again. I’m sorry.”

Valentino scowled and placed the lit end of the cigarette against Angel Dust’s neck, earning a scream of pain, “You’re done when I say you are, bitch.” He kicked Angel carelessly and sighed, “You can leave once you’ve gotten yourself down. I expect you bright eyed and ready to come back in on Monday, capiche amorcito?”

Angel Dust sobbed as Valentino exited the studio. He thought he was alone and so he just let all of his feelings out at once.

Husk made his way to Angel Dust and made quick work of the bindings, the spider gasping out in surprise and fear. His eyes would barely open. Husk hushed him and once the ropes had been undone, he grasped the tall man into a hug, one hand holding the back of his head and the other against his back, his ears flat against his head, “I’m sorry.” He repeated the words like a prayer as he felt Angel shake in his embrace from desperate sobs.

Angel Dust pushed him away once he had enough strength, his eyes barely able to crack open as he searched Husk’s face, “Why the fuck are you here?”

Husk looked down, “Charlie was worried.”

“Oh.” The disappointment was obvious and it hurt in Husk’s chest as he looked back up into those barely open eyes. Husk reached out, hand cradling his cheek carefully, and stared. Angel Dust’s bottom lip quivered and he looked away, “Val was right. He’s the only one that will ever love me.”

Husk grabbed his chin to force him to look into his eyes, “You really think that? What about Charlie and Vaggie? What about…” Husk swallowed, “What about me?”

Angel Dust snorted, “You don’t love me.” He looked at Husk defiantly, but Husk just looked crushed.

He backed away and sighed, “Angel Dust - I love you so much that it fucking terrifies me. I didn’t think I was capable of having those feelings, after everything I’ve been through, and here you came with your long fuckin legs and your pretty fuckin laugh and I can’t imagine a day going by that I never got to meet you.” Husk held a hand over his heart, “When we didn’t talk I missed you so much it fuckin hurt - Alastor had even threatened to hurt you at some point but the thought of being without you was so painful that I couldn’t take it.” He swallowed, “I’ve been drinking myself into a stupor every fuckin night because I’d rather be numb than live knowing that you go hurt because of me. I thought I was protecting you, but I was just hurting both of us. I don’t just love you, moron, I need you. I can’t breathe without you. I don’t want to keep living if you aren’t somewhere I can reach.”

Angel Dust was silent for a beat before he laughed, “Damn, Kitty, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much.” He weakly smiled, “Take me home before I change my mind.”

Husk picked up the man effortlessly and once they were outside, he stretched his wings and lifted them off into the air towards the hotel.

Angel held tightly onto Husk’s neck, his face buried in bluish fur, “Did you really mean all of that? That you need me?”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Husk let his eyes linger down to the lanky man in his arms, “I meant every fucking word.”

Angel tightened his grip, face and neck warm from embarrassment, “And you meant all of that even though I’m a broken whore?”

“Don’t you EVER say that about yourself again.”

Husk’s serious tone made Angel snap up to look at him, “Huh?”

He growled low in his throat, landing at the front of the hotel, not giving the man a single glance as he carried him through the threshold and up the stairs.

Charlie saw the state of Angel and cried out, but Alastor placed his cane in front of her to stop her advance, “They need to talk, princess. He’s here and he’s safe for now - you can see him in the morning.”

—

Husk brought the spider into his bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot as he continued to the bathroom, placing Angel Dust on the lid of his toilet before turning his attention to the large, clawfoot tub and turning on the water. He looked back at Angel once the water was at a satisfactory temperature and leaned onto his knees in front of him, between his legs, “You are NOT a whore.”

“Husk, people literally pay me for sex-“

“No. You are NOT a whore. And you may be broken, but I will do my damndest to glue you back together.” His eyes were serious and searching Angel Dust’s eyes for any doubt.

Angel didn’t respond because he didn’t know HOW to respond.

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

“….okay.”

Husk gave a small smile and moved the spider to the tub, helping him in carefully until he was mostly submerged. He took care to carefully wash the man, fingers running carefully through his fur and washing away all of the blood and other substances that had stained him over the past two days. The water had turned a coppery red color by the time he had finished. Husk helped Angel Dust out of the water and dried him off just as carefully as he had cleaned him.

Angel Dust finally had enough feeling in his legs that he could support himself while Husk lifted the drain of the tub to empty the water. He’d worry about cleaning the stains tomorrow.

He was so, so careful with Angel as he laid the man in his bed, afraid he’d break if he pushed or touched him with too much force. Angel Dust smiled up at him, feeling warm as Husk hovered over him.

Husk leaned back and took a deep breath, slowing his breathing down, “Are you comfortable sleeping here tonight? Or would you prefer your own room?”

Angel Dust curled his limbs closer to himself for warmth, “Are you okay with having me in your bed?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I’m dirty.”

Husk laughed softly, “You just took a bath-“

“No I mean… I’m used and I’ll never just be yours-“

Husk’s eyes lit up with anger and determination, “You are NOT a whore.”

“I didn’t say-“

Husk moved up and placed a kiss on his temple, eyes finding Angel’s to emphasize, “You are NOT a whore.”

Angel furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and opened his mouth to protest, but Husk placed a kiss against his eye lids and on his nose, “You are not a whore.”

Husk let his claws brush over Angel Dust’s cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his neck and shoulder, “You are not a whore.”

Angel Dust’s eyes started to water, “Why are you-?”

Husk held up Angel Dust’s hand and kissed the crook of his elbow gently, his wrist, his palm, and then each finger individually, “You are so beautiful and if it takes me the rest of our afterlives to glue your broken pieces back together so that you can see it too, I’ll do it.”

Angel Dust choked on his tears as Husk continued to litter his body with soft kisses- making sure to take extra time on every scar and fresh wound to prove a point. Once Husk felt satisfied, he leaned over the spider and looked him in the eyes, “You are not a whore and I will always put you back together when someone else tries to break you.”

Angel Dust was shaking from the sobs wracking his body, but he reached up and pulled Husk in for a real kiss, lips on lips and eyes closed as he tried to memorize the feeling of them.

Husk held Angel Dust’s hand as he carefully pulled away, “I’ll be right back.”

Angel panicked, worried if Husk left he’d never see him again, “Please, no. Please don’t leave me.”

Husk smiled warmly, “Do you trust me?”

Angel Dust hesitated, “More than anyone.”

“I’ll be right back.”

The spider was on edge the whole time Husk was gone, but he shot up in bed when he heard the door open. His fear melted as soon as he recognized Fat Nuggets oinking happily in Husk’s arms. Husk closed the door behind him and placed the pig onto his bed, the pink bundle of energy racing into Angel Dust’s arms. He held onto his pet tightly, crying softly, “I’m so sorry I left you here, Nuggs. I’m so sorry-“

“He forgives you.” Husk sat on the bed next to him and sighed, “He found his way in here while you were gone - go figure - I try to ignore everything and your pig decides to annoy me while you aren’t here.”

Angel Dust let himself lean onto Husk’s shoulder and take a deep, shaking breath, “I missed you.”

Husk smiled and moved to let Angel lay back on the bed, “Yeah. I missed you, too.” He held him tightly, Angel’s head tucked under Husk’s chin and Fat Nuggets between them both - they fell asleep like that.

And woke up like that.

Angel Dust started awake, reaching out to make sure he wasn’t alone and he was met with Husk hushing him and gently stroking the back of his head, “I’m here.”

Angel Dust let out a stuttered, relieved sigh as he settled back into the embrace, “Good.”

They spent most of the day like that, but the rumble of hunger that erupted from Angel Dust’s stomach had them both laughing. Husk pulled away, “Go get dressed. I’ll talk to Charlie and see if her dad can whip up some pancakes for you.”

He perked up at the sound of pancakes and nodded, “Yeah, okay.”

—

Angel Dust watched his hands nervously as he sat at the bar with Husk, “I have to go back to work tomorrow.”

Husk looked up at him from his mixer, “Would you like me to go with you?”

“NO!” Angel Dust held a hand over his mouth and looked away bashfully, “I just… Husky I like you so much but my deal-“

Husk gripped the hand covering Angel Dust’s mouth and smiled, pulling it down to the bar and squeezing it, “I know. It’s fine.” He let go and placed the drink in front of the spider, “I promise it’s fine.”

Angel Dust frowned, “Why would it be fine? No one wants to mess around with a used cock sleeve, right?”

Husk growled, holding Angel Dust’s chin so they were looking eye to eye, “Don’t start that shit again- you are so much more than a porn star, Angel Dust. I don’t give a shit about your job - none of them mean anything to you so why should they mean anything to me?”

He let go and Angel’s eyes trailed down to his cocktail, “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex with someone where I like them and they like me.”

“Would you like to?”

Angel Dust turned bright red, eyes meeting Husk’s, “S-Sorry?”

Husk blinked, “Would you like to have sex with someone who has genuine and strong feelings for you?”

“I… are you fuckin around, Husk? Cus it isn’t funny.”

Husk smiled and reached for Angel Dust’s hand, “I am not joking- if it’s what you want, I want to give that to you.”

Angel Dust cleared his throat, “I have high expectations.”

Husk chuckled, “Drop them - I don’t have very good stamina. But… I’ll do my best.”

Angel Dust swallowed hard, but nodded, “Y-yeah. Okay.”

Husk let go of Angel’s hand, “Go on upstairs- I’ll find you after I close up shop.”

—

Angel Dust felt his heart beating so hard, he was sure it was going to come out of his chest. He had never been this nervous for sex in his life, but the way Husk entered the room and looked at him so warmly had his entire body buzzing like it was his first time.

Husk crawled onto the sheets carefully, hands reaching to hold Angel Dust’s face, “Let me know if anything hurts - I only want you to feel good tonight.” He waited for Angel Dust to nod in approval before he leaned forward to place their lips together.

Angel tried to move faster on instinct, but Husk pulled away and smiled, “What’s the hurry?”

“Sorry… habit.”

“Don’t apologize.” He leaned in again and left soft kisses along the side of the spider’s face, sighing contentedly as he pushed their lips together again. It wasn’t hungry - it was exploratory.

Fingers and claws touched skin gently and slowly like they were reading braille and committing it to memory. Husk peppered Angel Dust with warm, soft kisses on nearly every inch of his exposed body - like he was trying to bleach out the touches of anyone else with pure affection. And Angel Dust started to believe it was working.

He had never been so sensitive to someone’s touch, but he had also never been touched so gently before and with so much meaning.

Husk laced their digits together when it was time for penetration- his golden eyes searing into Angel’s pink ones, never losing eye contact during entry or in the slow movement of hips after.

They were both gasping in whispers, Angel Dust feeling spent but unable to look away from Husk’s gaze.

Husk released one of Angel Dust’s hands hand placed his own paw on the face below him. He leaned in and whispered , “I love you” against Angel Dust’s lips and the white demon whined, reaching release almost instantly after, the sounds being swallowed by another gentle kiss from Husk as he moved only slightly faster to reach his own release.

He breathed heavily over Angel, using their still intertwined hands to hold himself up as his other hand brushed the fur from Angel Dust’s eyes, “You okay?”

Angel Dust squeezed their hands together and smiled, laughing breathlessly, “Yeah, I’m okay. You okay?”

Husk looked mesmerized as he stared down at him, “Better than okay.”

They stayed like that for a while, breaths mixing together and eyes searching the other’s until Husk finally moved, cleaning up Angel Dust’s body with a baby wipe from the dresser, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“No.” Angel Dust moved his head so he could watch as Husk moved to clean himself, “Not at all.”

Husk smiled warmly, “Good.”

He thew the wipes to the other side of the room and flopped onto the pillow beside Angel Dust, just looking at him and drinking in the image of him looking so comfortable and blown out after having what Husk assumed was extremely vanilla sex for the man.

But Angel Dust looked at him, eyes shining, “Hey, Husk?”

“Hmm?” They adjusted so that they were cuddled close, arms tangled together in a mess and foreheads touching.

“I love you, too.”

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hey this might be controversial but what's your thought on tsar nicholas ii? i saw some people particularly the romanov stans basically praise him as saint because the rvsslan orth0d0x church proclaimed him and his family as one. i'm not going to use euphemism, i do think he was a bad leader tho maybe he indeed had other good side as a father and husband. and i read how he was compared to ru55ia's current pres put!n, quoted from the washington post: But as Put!n’s effort to conquer parts of Ukra!ne slogs into its sixth month, some historians feel he more closely resembles Nicholas II, whose 1904-1905 war against Japan was an unmitigated disaster. VP is a dictator and to say the least lol how would you compare these two? i ask you this because i know you're very knowledge on this, at least from the political view, and because you're not (i assume) biased on either side. and sorry for the censors, don't want the key gee bee to knock on your door

Romanov anon hope you are still here, sorry it took me so much time to answer this but here we go. This will annoy a lot of people so putting this below the break since I don't have the energy to deal with anything today. Also this is purely from a political standpoint.

So, I have very conflicting opinions and feelings when it comes to Nicholas and it's kind of funny since both of them are two extremes of a pendulum.

While I have always empathized with what happened to the Tsar and his family. There is a part of me which doesn't seem to like Nicholas. I have always been of the opinion that him and the rulers before him had a very big hand in what eventually happened to them indirectly.

Russia was a broken state when he inherited it, rampant with all problems that you can think of and even from the beginning of his reign the politicial and public opinion had been hostile towards the ruler. And the main cause of this was the autocratic nature of the Russian tsars. They were ultimately the ones with the final say in all decisions in the country. And at a time when people were already suffering the missteps caused by Nicholas proved to be catastrophic and created even more animosity against the tsar's rule.

Talking about the revolution, it didn't just happen one fine day. It was brewing for a long time and the anger people had came out in waves. Now interestingly during the initial waves of revolution, a large section of people were very much ready to compromise with the tsar and his Ministers to establish a more inclusive kind of a governance where they too had a say and to grant them voting rights even if he stayed on. But rather than actually listening to them, Nicholas came under the influence of his Ministers as was usually the case and well we all know what happened.

Now speaking of Nicholas as a ruler, he was a weak ruler and i don't think I can sugarcoat this. When his father passed away, he wasn't ready to take on the role as a tsar. It wasn't because he didn't have the will or had the necessary training. It was simply because he didn't know how to rule. His demeanor played a big role in it too tbh. He was this kind of a gentle and polite person in life and that personality proved to be a challenge when it came to taking hard decisions regarding his court and russia in general. There's actually examples and anecdotes of him not being able to openly come out and give his criticisms or thoughts over certain policy ideas put forward by his courtiers so as not to offend them. Heck he even had problems firing people too from heir positions and often couldn't get himself to tell them openly. Another thing is that he would very easily come under the influence of courtiers and then just go with whatever was being fed to him by them and that never really worked out especially in the precarious situation that Russia was in.

Now having said that, Nicholas was also a kind of a ruler who couldn't for the life of him give up his autocratic behavior. Tsarian autocracy was always a thing yes, but Nicholas didn't understand till what limit he needed to go to make decisions. He had the will needed to rule and that can be seen from him being very involved in every minute aspect of running the kingdom or atleast trying to do that. But what he lacked was the correct direction as a ruler and more importantly having your hands in all the pots never worked out well for anyone. His inability to actually let stuff go was more or less because of the notion that the tsar knows best, he bows down to nobody else etc. This is what ultimately led to his downfall. I have always believed had he actually tried to not be this way maybe the situation would have turned out vastly different.

And this idea that it's the tsar who knows best also led to court political drama since he often tended to dismiss good courtiers if they became too 'popular' of that's the right word to explain the situation and replace them with those who didn't know their head from their feel most of the times. And most importantly at times of crisis Nicholas could not handle the pressure or take concrete steps, I mean look at the way he just changed Prime Ministers during the later stages of his reign to deal with the revolution.

Now having said ALL OF THAT. Was nicholas a good person? Yes, he was and that's quite apparent by the way he was in his private life be it family or just any other aspect of his life. I absolutely appreciate him for the way he was with Alex, being an exceptional husband and father. His demeanor with even those courtiers who he was about to throw out from the court, etc. But all of this can never change the fact that he didn't know how to be a leader. And that's a big cause of what happened. But I'll once again say nothing, absolutely nothing from all this or anything else justifies the way he and his family were so brutally massacred in the end. Nothing will ever justify that.

So in conclusion, I always swing between these 2 aspects while I sympathize with nicholas about what happened, i also blame his political decision making and stands or rather the lack of them for the way the situation deteriorated

#ash's asks #anons #ps

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Operation Stumpy Re-Read

AFFC: Samwell II (Chapter 15)

Sam soon found himself clutching tightly to the gunwale and watching the sweep of the oars. The way they all moved together was somehow beautiful to behold, and better than looking at the water. Looking at the water only made him think of drowning. When he was small his lord father had tried to teach him how to swim by throwing him into the pond beneath Horn Hill. The water had gotten in his nose and in his mouth and in his lungs, and he coughed and wheezed for hours after Ser Hyle pulled him out. After that he never dared go in any deeper than his waist.

There's a familiar name!

Getting another look at Hyle Hunt from another person's perspective seems intentional.

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"Looking for mermaids, Slayer?" asked Dareon when he saw Sam staring off across the bay. Fair-haired and hazel-eyed, the handsome young singer out of Eastwatch looked more like some dark prince than a black brother.

Funny that you say that. . .

Notice Samwell has never called Jon handsome? Because he's not! Stop trying to make handsome Jon happen.

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Sam did not know what he was looking for, or what he was doing on this boat. Going to the Citadel to forge a chain and be a maester, to be of better service to the Watch, he told himself, but the thought just made him weary. He did not want to be a maester, with a heavy chain wrapped around his neck, cold against his skin. He did not want to leave his brothers, the only friends he'd ever had. And he certainly did not want to face the father who had sent him to the Wall to die.

It was different for the others. For them, the voyage would have a happy ending. Gilly would be safe at Horn Hill, with all the width of Westeros between her and the horrors she had known in the haunted forest. As a serving maid in his father's castle, she would be warm and well fed, a small part of a great world she could never have dreamed of as Craster's wife. She would watch her son grow up big and strong, and become a huntsman or a stablehand or a smith. If the boy showed any aptitude for arms, some knight might even take him as a squire.

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Maester Aemon was going to a better place as well. It was pleasant to think of him spending whatever time remained him bathed by the warm breezes of Oldtown, conversing with his fellow maesters and sharing his wisdom with acolytes and novices. He had earned his rest, a hundred times over.

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Even Dareon would be happier. He had always claimed to be innocent of the rape that sent him to the Wall, insisting that he belonged at some lord's court, singing for his supper. Now he would have that chance. Jon had named him a recruiter, to take the place of a man named Yoren, who had vanished and was presumed dead. His task would be to travel the Seven Kingdoms, singing of the valor of the Night's Watch, and from time to time returning to the Wall with new recruits.

(Lol, love that we're getting a reminder that Dareon probably shouldn't have been sent to the Wall.)

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The voyage would be long and rough, no one could deny that, but for the others at least there would be a happy end. That was Sam's solace. I am going for them, he told himself, for the Night's Watch, and for the happy ending.

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He tried to bolster Gilly's courage and give her what cheer he could, but that proved hard. She would not come up on deck, no matter what he said, and seemed to prefer to huddle in the dark with her son. The babe liked the ship no more than his mother did, it seemed. When he was not squalling, he was retching up his mother's milk.

Psst, Sam.

"Dalla's boy. He cries when he wants the teat. Mine . . . mine hardly ever cries. Sometimes he gurgles, but . . ." Her eyes filled with tears. - Samwell I, AFFC

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"I was not born blind," he reminded them. "When last I passed this way, I saw every rock and tree and whitecap, and watched the grey gulls flying in our wake. I was five-and-thirty and had been a maester of the chain for sixteen years. Egg wanted me to help him rule, but I knew my place was here.

It's not every Aemons place though.

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He sent me north aboard the Golden Dragon, and insisted that his friend Ser Duncan see me safe to Eastwatch.

Ser Duncan in the north! This trip happened long after he was kissing slender brown-haired girls, yes? I apologize, I don't know my history.

Then there came a brown-haired girl slender as a spear who stood on the tips of her toes to kiss the lips of a young knight as tall as Hodor. - Bran III, ADWD

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No recruit had arrived at the Wall with so much pomp since Nymeria sent the Watch six kings in golden fetters.

Wow, something other than ships. I'm speechless.

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Egg emptied out the dungeons too, so I would not need to say my vows alone. My honor guard, he called them. One was no less a man than Brynden Rivers. Later he was chosen lord commander."

"Bloodraven?" said Dareon. "I know a song about him. 'A Thousand Eyes, and One,' it's called. But I thought he lived a hundred years ago."

Welcome to the story, Evil Mentor #3.

How would a singer know to name the song that?

"I have been many things, Bran. Now I am as you see me, and now you will understand why I could not come to you … except in dreams. I have watched you for a long time, watched you with a thousand eyes and one. I saw your birth, and that of your lord father before you. I saw your first step, heard your first word, was part of your first dream. I was watching when you fell. And now you are come to me at last, Brandon Stark, though the hour is late." - Bran II, ADWD

Also, can't help being reminded of something.

They passed under the arches of a carved stone bridge, decorated with half a hundred kinds of fish and crabs and squids. A second bridge appeared ahead, this one carved in lacy leafy vines, and beyond that a third, gazing down on them from a thousand painted eyes. - Arya I, AFFC

Figuring out whether it's Bran or Bloodraven spying is going to drive me mad. It's more fun to pretend it's always Bran.

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Even so, it was a better voyage than the last one Sam had taken. He had been no more than ten when he set sail on Lord Redwyne's galleas, the Arbor Queen.

[...]

Lord Redwyne's twin sons had despised Sam on first sight. Every morn they found some fresh way to shame him in the practice yard. On the third day Horas Redwyne made him squeal like a pig when he begged for quarter. On the fifth his brother Hobber clad a kitchen girl in his own armor and let her beat Sam with a wooden sword until he began to cry. When she revealed herself, all the squires and pages and stableboys howled with laughter.

Sam and Sansa deserve to make fun of Horror and Slobber together.

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It was not until they were back at Horn Hill that his mother told Sam that his father had never meant for him to return. "Horas was to come with us in your place, whilst you remained on the Arbor as Lord Paxter's page and cupbearer. If you had pleased him, you would have been betrothed to his daughter." Sam could still recall the soft touch of his mother's hand as she washed the tears off his face with a bit of lace, dampened with her spit. "My poor Sam," she murmured. "My poor poor Sam."

The Brienne is loud in this story.

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It will be good to see her again, he thought, as he clung to Blackbird's rail and watched waves breaking on the stony shore. If she saw me in my blacks, it might even make her proud. "I am a man now, Mother," I could tell her, "a steward, and a man of the Night's Watch. My brothers call me Sam the Slayer sometimes." He would see his brother Dickon too, and his sisters. "See," I could tell them, "see, I was good for something after all."

Hey, you know what I noticed? Samwell keeps saying Dickon's at Horn Hill when he's not. 🤔

His own mother was a thousand leagues south, safe with his sisters and his little brother Dickon in the keep at Horn Hill. - Samwell I, ASOS

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Or so he thought, until Blackbird left the land behind and struck east across the bay for the shores of Skagos.

The island sat at the mouth of the Bay of Seals, massive and mountainous, a stark and forbidding land peopled by savages. They lived in caves and grim mountain fastnesses, Sam had read, and rode great shaggy unicorns to war.

Sounds like Rickon will fit right in!

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Skagos meant "stone" in the Old Tongue. The Skagosi named themselves the stoneborn, but their fellow northmen called them Skaggs and liked them little.

lmfao.

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Only a hundred years ago Skagos had risen in rebellion. Their revolt had taken years to quell and claimed the life of the Lord of Winterfell and hundreds of his sworn swords. Some songs said the Skaggs were cannibals; supposedly their warriors ate the hearts and livers of the men they slew. In ancient days, the Skagosi had sailed to the nearby isle of Skane, seized its women, slaughtered its men, and ate them on a pebbled beach in a feast that lasted for a fortnight. Skane remained unpeopled to this day.

This is only world building, right?

Imagine Rickon recruiting the Skagosi in the fight for Winterhell, hahaha.

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"If the captain is good, we won't come that close. The currents are treacherous around Skagos, and there are rocks that can crack a ship's hull like an egg. But don't you mention that to Gilly. She's scared enough."

"Her and that squalling whelp of hers. I don't know which of them is noisier. The only time he ever stops crying is when she shoves a nipple in his mouth, and then she starts to sob."

Psst, Sam.

"Dalla's boy. He cries when he wants the teat. Mine . . . mine hardly ever cries. Sometimes he gurgles, but . . ." Her eyes filled with tears. - Samwell I, AFFC

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The next day the rains began, and the seas grew rougher. "We had best go below, where it's dry," Sam said to Aemon, but the old maester only smiled, and said, "The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay awhile longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept."

Cold rain will not give you pneumonia, but this is still stupid.

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She rose at once, and together they got the old maester out of his wet clothes and buried him beneath a pile of furs. His skin was damp and cold, though, clammy to the touch. "You get in with him," Sam told Gilly. "Hold him. Warm him with your body. We have to warm him up." She did that too, never saying a word, all the while still sniffling. "Where's Dareon?" asked Sam. "We'd all be warmer if we were together. He needs to be here too." He was headed back up top to find the singer when the deck rose up beneath him, then fell away beneath his feet. Gilly wailed, Sam slammed down hard and lost his legs, and the babe woke screaming.

The next roll of the ship came as he was struggling back to his feet. It threw Gilly into his arms, and the wildling girl clung to him so fiercely that Sam could hardly breathe. "Don't you be frightened," he told her. "This is just an adventure. One day you'll tell your son this tale." That only made her dig her nails into his arm. She shuddered, her whole body shaking with the violence of her sobs. Whatever I say just makes her worse. He held her tightly, uncomfortably aware of her breasts pressing up against him. As frightened as he was, somehow that was enough to make him stiff. She'll feel it, he thought, ashamed, but if she did, she gave no sign, only clung to him the harder.

Samwell and Victarion competing for most inappropriate erection in AFFC.

I'm not spoiling it, you'll have to wait.

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The captain broached a cask of firewine to fortify the oarsmen. Sam tried a cup and sighed as hot snakes wriggled down his throat and through his chest. Dareon took a liking to the drink as well, and was seldom sober thereafter.

Drinky, drinky.

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As Blackbird rounded the south coast of Skagos, they spotted the wreckage of a galley on the rocks. Some of her crew had washed up on the shore, and the rooks and crabs had gathered to pay them homage. "Too bloody close," grumbled Old Tattersalt when he saw.

We'll hear about this galley again.

Jon feared for Sam and Maester Aemon. Cotter Pyke had written from Eastwatch to report that the Storm Crow had sighted the wreckage of a galley along the coast of Skagos. Whether the broken ship was Blackbird, one of Stannis Baratheon's sellsails, or some passing trader, the crew of the Storm Crow had not been able to discern. - Jon V, ADWD

I think it belongs to Salladhor Saan? I'm not sure. Seems like it might be important though.

The galleys Oledo and Old Mother's Son had been driven onto the rocks of Skagos, the isle of unicorns and cannibals where even the Blind Bastard had feared to land; the great cog Saathos Saan had foundered off the Grey Cliffs. "Stannis will be paying for them," Salladhor Saan had fumed. - Davos I, ADWD

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Exhausted as they were, his rowers bent to their oars again, and the ship clawed south toward the narrow sea, till Skagos dwindled to no more than a few dark shapes in the sky that might have been thunderheads, or the tops of tall black mountains, or both. After that, they had eight days and seven nights of clear, smooth sailing.

Then came more storms, worse than before.

Was it three storms, or only one, broken up by lulls? Sam never knew, though he tried desperately to care.

It's three, but one is worse than the other two.

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Gilly was sobbing. The babe was shrieking. And up top he could hear Old Tattersalt bellowing at his crew, the ragged captain who never spoke at all.

Psst, Sam.

"Dalla's boy. He cries when he wants the teat. Mine . . . mine hardly ever cries. Sometimes he gurgles, but . . ." Her eyes filled with tears. - Samwell I, AFFC

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Sam was at his wit's end by then. He had almost gotten used to the smells, but between the storms and Gilly's sobbing he had not slept for days. "Isn't there something you can give her?" he asked Maester Aemon very softly, when he saw that the old man was awake. "Some herb or potion, so she won't be so afraid?"

"It is not fear you hear," the old man told him. "That is the sound of grief, and there is no potion for that. Let her tears run their course, Sam. You cannot stem the flow."

How can one man be so smart, and so stupid at the same time?

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"Sam," the old man whispered, "you have two good eyes, and yet you do not see. She is a mother grieving for her child."

I guarantee there's some theory out there that Aemon and Syrio Forel are the same person.

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It took Sam a moment to grasp what Aemon was suggesting. "That couldn't . . . she wouldn't . . . of course he's hers. Gilly would never have left the Wall without her son. She loves him."

"She nursed them both and loved them both," said Aemon, "but not alike. No mother loves all her children the same, not even the Mother Above. Gilly did not leave the child willingly, I am certain. What threats the Lord Commander made, what promises, I can only guess . . . but threats and promises there surely were."

"No. No, that's wrong. Jon would never . . ."

"Jon would never. Lord Snow did. Sometimes there is no happy choice, Sam, only one less grievous than the others."

Yeah, and thank you for giving us Lord Snow, grandpa.

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No happy choice. Sam thought of all the trials that he and Gilly suffered, Craster's Keep and the death of the Old Bear, snow and ice and freezing winds, days and days and days of walking, the wights at Whitetree, Coldhands and the tree of ravens, the Wall, the Wall, the Wall, the Black Gate beneath the earth. What had it all been for? No happy choices and no happy endings.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to howl and sob and shake and curl up in a little ball and whimper. He switched the babes, he told himself. He switched the babes to protect the little prince, to keep him away from Lady Melisandre's fires, away from her red god. If she burns Gilly's boy, who will care? No one but Gilly. He was only Craster's whelp, an abomination born of incest, not the son of the King-beyond-the-Wall. He's no good for a hostage, no good for a sacrifice, no good for anything, he doesn't even have a name.

I love how incensed he is.

Samwell communicating to the reader that Melisandre might burn Gilly's son has to be a good thing, right? Would George reveal the swap, then immediately tell you what's going to happen? I don't think so. It all has to be a cover-up for Shireen, yes? Sacrificing a baby and a child is so unnecessary.

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The wind was in the sails, and to the north Sam could even see a scattering of stars, and the red wanderer the free folk called the Thief. That ought to be my star, Sam thought miserably. I helped to make Jon Lord Commander, and I brought him Gilly and the babe. There are no happy endings.

There are happy endings!

Today I learned the Thief is mostly likely Mars, or the ASoIaF equivalent. I have nothing else to say.

+.+.+

"No." Sam wiped his nose, and pointed south with a fat finger, toward the gathering darkness. "There," he said. No sooner had he spoken than lightning flashed, sudden and silent and blinding bright. The distant clouds glowed for half a heartbeat, mountains heaped on mountains, purple and red and yellow, taller than the world. "The worst isn't done. The worst is just beginning, and there are no happy endings."

"Gods be good," said Dareon, laughing. "Slayer, you are such a craven."

I love that he points at lightning right before saying that.

(and right before someone calls him craven.)

Final thoughts:

Please give me a Samwell x Gilly happy ending. Please?

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#operation stumpy re-read #affc #samwell ii

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Heatstroke, Chapter Two

I am so happy so many of you liked Chapter One of this story. This chapter is more of a plot builder but the next one will definitely be spicier, if you catch my drift. I also see the requests for a/b/o for IceMav and I'd love to write it but I just need sometime, so I'm not sure when that will be out but I'll write sometime in the next month or month and half. But in the meantime, enjoy Chapter Two and let me know what you think!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40254696/chapters/101142243

When Rooster woke up and started to think about Hangman nonsexually, he supposes he can see where the fantasy originated from. He and Hangman had always had such electric tension, albeit they thought it was entirely competitive. But it was more than that.

Hangman was the alpha archetype of a bad-boy-you-should-stay-away-from, from his attitude to his career, to even his looks. But to then hear he physically protected Rooster, and had even ordered around their pack to keep him well-fed and safe during heat; he was a knight in shining armor.

Rooster wasn’t sure what to think.

And when Rooster didn’t feel like thinking, he knew the perfect person who did.

Phoenix showed up around 6pm and initially, Rooster wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. He knew she was an alpha and while they were initially very flirty, they had come to the conclusion that a friendship was better. Still, that didn’t change that she was an alpha and he was an omega on the tail end of heat.

So, she brought Bob with her too.

They stood on Rooster’s porch, beer and snacks in hand.

Initially, everyone was acting stiffly, not sure how to behave in each other’s presence but with a smile, Rooster was reaching over to hug Bob and Phoenix. He had missed his team.

“Hey Roo, how ya feelin’?” Phoenix hugged him back and it was nice to know she missed him too. Bob returned his hug eagerly, waiting to hear Rooster’s response.

“Hey, guys. I’m okay, just tired really.” He shrugged, making a gesture that hopefully communicated his feelings of ‘it is what it is’. They followed him inside, setting the beers and snacks on his table.

“I thought you guys wouldn’t have brought anything, since you already filled my fridge up.” Rooster chuckled, pulling out plates. Upon setting them on the table, he realized Bob and Phoenix looked confused.

“Stocked your fridge?” Phoenix repeated slowly when Bob added, “We didn’t stock your fridge.” Phoenix nodded in agreement with Bob before continuing. “Maybe it was Mav? Or Fanboy?”

Rooster knew it wasn’t Mav and was pretty sure it wasn’t Fanboy. And if he wasn't paying attention, he would’ve missed Bob adding “Or Hangman” under his breath.

“Hangman? As Jake Seresin Hangman ? Why would he be feeding me?” Rooster almost couldn’t believe it. This was starting to feel like a prank.

Phoenix only laughed, while Bob looked at Rooster as if he was the strangest person he had ever seen.

“What’s funny? What am I missing?” Rooster looked back and forth between his two friends.

“Uh, Rooster?” Bob coughed awkwardly, “Have you ever been with an alpha?”

“I’m not a fucking baby, man. I go to the same doc, who puts me in stirrups as you. Yes, I have fucked an alpha!” Rooster snapped. He couldn’t believe it, Bob was talking to him like he was a blushing virgin.

“Not sexually, doofus!” Phoenix snapped back.

“Then how?” Phoenix rolled her eyes, remembering she was always surrounded by idiots.

“Romantically, duh! Like a boyfriend or girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Rooster paused and realized that he hadn’t ever dated an alpha or really anyone for that matter. He had always been head down, trying to get here, being a Naval aviator. He had had flings and even people he was fond of, but never an official partner. “Actually, no. But what does that have to do with Hangman?”

“Uh Rooster, alphas sometimes feed, or in your case, fill up your fridge because…well…” Bob trailed off, looking at Rooster expectantly as if to say ‘you know’ with his eyes.

“Because what?”

“He’s courting you, stupid. Peacocking. Dating. Putting the moves on you.” Phoenix supplied.

“What?! Dating ?! No way!” Rooster shook his head in disbelief

“Uh, yes way! The entire time I’ve known you two, he’s liked you. And then to find out you're an O? Hangman is doing everything in his proverbial power to show you he’d be a good match. Hell! That’s why he nearly got discharged fighting every unmated alpha on board. He likes you.” Phoenix ranted back, while Bob nodded in total agreeance.

They thought Hangman liked him.

“I mean…maybe it’s just sex he wants. Did you think of that?” Rooster shoots back because it just doesn’t compute in his mind that Hangman would want to date him. I mean, sure he can admit there was a mutual tension and interest in each other fueled by their rivalry. But dating was an entirely different ballpark. Dating was going out on dates, celebrating birthdays, meeting parents, and making love. It was just no possibility that that was what Hangman wanted to do with Rooster.

“Rooster! I can tell you definitively, that no alpha is fighting off other, superior officer alphas and feeding you and ordering around others to feed you unless it's more than just sex. Because if it was just sex, he would’ve knocked on the door himself and offered to ‘help’ you out.” Phoenix snapped back, exasperated by Rooster’s obliviousness.

“She’s right. The feeding and fighting go back to our most primal instincts. He’s trying to show you he can protect and take care of you.” Bob tacked on.

“So what do I?!” Rooster hadn’t even considered this was a possibility and it felt a bit like a whirlwind.

“Do you like him back?” Bob asked.

“I don’t know! He just stopped being an asshole like two weeks ago. He’s arrogant, and selfish and doesn’t know how to just let things go! And then he turns all that on it’s head by protecting and feeding me when I’m in heat. And suddenly all of you guys are ‘Team Hangman’ and I was under the impression we all thought he was an ass. But now I don’t know.” Rooster threw up his hands and hoped his friends understood his confusion and apprehension.

“That’s fair, but there were also moments when you didn’t see the good parts of Hangman. I know it feels like a sudden shift but, we really do think he’s at least a decent guy. Hell, maybe even good.” Phoenix argued.

“Like when? What has he done?” Rooster had never seen any of these actions and almost couldn’t believe his ears.

“Well…” Phoenix trailed off, eyes darting over to Bob.

Bob looked at Phoenix and Rooster before taking a deep breath.

“One night, after I was leaving the bar, I was by myself when some guys from out of town started trailing me. I was ready to fight them, but before I could, I hear Hangman call my name and jog to catch up. He walked me home that night and told me he saw them tail me when I left. He’s at least a decent guy, even if it’s just to me” Bob finished, shrugging.

“And I’ve heard he’s told guys to lay off the derogatory Omega comments around Fanboy.” Phoenix added.

“We’re not saying he’s perfect, the guy still has some growing he could do but he does try.” Bob finished, with Phoenix nodding in agreement.

Rooster took a moment, disgesting all the information, thinking of how long it’d been since he had a partner. Everything pointed to giving Hangman a chance.

“So, do you want to give him a chance?” Bob

“Yeah…I think I do. But I don’t know what to do now.” Rooster looked between his friends, feeling lost.

“Then go on a date with him!” Phoenix retorted, making a ‘duh’ gesture with her hands.

“Well, talk to him first, but then go on a date with him.” Bob reasoned.

Rooster has never felt nervous talking to an alpha before. He wonders if this experience is on that all omegas who start dating younger get. It makes Rooster want to talk to Fanboy and Bob, maybe even Mav, just to see what their younger dating experiences were like. He feels completely in his head, worse than he felt on the mission. He at least had the know-how to fly a plane, but to date an alpha? Rooster was in the dark. But on his way to the bar, where Phoenix has assured him Hangman will be, he feels like he’s going to be sick.

He debated over his outfit and hair way more than ever before, wondering if Hangman likes the color red that he decided on, or if he prefers blue. He contemplated if he should shave his mustache since all the O’s he had ever seen on tv were smooth and hairless. He remembered watching tv shows with his mom comparing them to hairless cats.

But ultimately decided against it, because he was nothing like the O’s he’d seen on tv. He wasn’t meek, or small, or hairless. He liked flying and riding motorcycles and just generally being apart of the action. And if that wasn’t the type of O that Hangman was looking for, then they weren’t a match.

Arriving at Penny’s, he catches sight of Hangman towards the back. He’s nursing a beer and looking out at the beach. And honestly to Rooster, he looks nervous too. Hangman goes to scan the crowd of the bar, before his eyes land on Rooster.

For a moment, they both freeze, eyes locked on each other. Hangman breaks the tension with an awkward wave, which reminds Rooster to keep walking toward him. He pushes through the crowd and makes it to Hangman, and it feels even more awkward than before.

“Hey” “How are you?” Hangman and Rooster say at the same time. They start apologizing over top of one another before they both get quiet.

“Can I get you a beer?” Hangman asked, gesturing to the bar behind him. Rooster nods and is appreciative of the space it puts between them while Hangman gets it. He needs time to collect himself and figure out how to approach this. He looks at Hangman talking to Penny. He looked handsome and relaxed. And he was at least a gentleman to get Rooster a drink. Rooster had never fully admitted it to himself but he does like Hangman. Maybe it’s worth a shot.

At Hangman’s arrival back to their spot, he hands Rooster his beer. Rooster nods in thanks, takes a swig and lets the courage build inside himself. Hangman appears to be waiting for him to make the first move, and that’s fair; he’s practically been auditioning for a chance with Rooster over a week.

“Thanks for taking care of me during my heat.” Rooster’s only realized how that sounded when Hangman choked on his beer.

“Oh god! Wait that’s not how I meant tha-fuck. I meant the food and protection.” Rooster felt like his face is on fire. He’s never been this awkward before and he doesn’t understand why it’s happening now.

Recovering from his surprise, Hangman clears his throat and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, of course. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Hangman’s cheeks redden slightly at this admission and he looks away to cover his embarrassment. In Rooster’s mind, he felt it was kind of nice that they were equally nervous.

“So…” Hangman swiveled his gaze back to Rooster, waiting for him to finish.

“Are you trying to date me or just fuck me?” Rooster was never known for his tact, but he at least waited for Hangman to not have food or drink in his mouth before he asked. He knew Hangman would be shocked, but he didn’t expect his head to jerk backward, as if he had been struck.

“You think I’d just be trying to fuck you?” Hangman’s tone was incredulous and it made Rooster rethink asking the question in the first place.

“I mean…maybe? It’s possible…” Rooster stammered out.

“Rooster I’m not trying to just-, I did all that because I thought you deserved a choice. And at the risk of sounding like a real arrogant asshole, I think we’re good together and I wanted to give it shot.” Hangman ended sincerely before throwing his hands up in a reassuring gesturing. “That’s not to pressure you either! Please feel free to say no and we can act as though none of this happened.”

And rationally, Rooster knew a moment like this was where he should swoon, or even throw a drink in Hangman’s face but he only felt more confused.

“Why?” Rooster asked. At Hangman’s confused expression, Rooster clarified as “Why me? Why do you want to date me?”

For a moment, Hangman was at a loss for words. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before a smile settled on his face.

“You’re kind of awesome, Rooster. You’re hot, you keep me on my toes, and you’re smart as hell. And honestly, that fire and conviction in you to prove everyone wrong just makes me want to cheer you on. I think we haven’t given ourselves the chance to really know each, which is fine. We were rivals after all. But I knew I felt more when I saved you from the MiG. I knew I felt more when I heard you went into heat and those stupid assholes who don’t even know you thought to offer you a ‘hand’.” Hangman shook his head in disgust.

“All in all, the reason why is you, Bradshaw. I like you. Just take a leap of faith with me.” Hangman finished, with a toothy, but sexy smile.

And before Rooster could really process it, he heard himself say:

“Let’s take a chance then, Seresin.”

#hangster #My writing #bradley bradshaw x Jake Seresin #Jake Seresin x Bradley Bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #robert bob floyd #nick rambles #ask nick #Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics

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s0urfangs · 2 years

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I gotta toss you Morred. I think that there's a lot of untapped potential between "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy artificer" and "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy alchemist", and I want to watch the world burn -@alma-draws

OK. THIS IS AN INTERESTING ONE.

They'd be great friends if not for Morreds past. Anything more? God FORBID. Feds needs calming the heck down not hyping up MORE!!

I gotta start adding readmores to my walls, bear with me.

There's some hangups here, so this is probably not what you are expecting from my beloved boy at all - I said in another ask but Fedsy has MASSIVE issues with the nightmare court and their experiments, considering that's why he's a little messed up himself.

If he found out about Morreds background, (Which he most likely would due to his reputation and also activating a rant by asking him about the dream) your guy would be getting 50 types of sarcastic bastard instead of the fun "ooh, what does this do" type.

Morred would proooobably be able to see him lose that enthusiasm and put that barrier up halfway through a conversation if he's astute enough. Can't say Feds recognises it himself since, well, obviously it’s just part of who he is. You are going to have to build his trust and it is going to take a WHILE but he’ll linger anyway because he just wants to know things. Is he your friend? no. maybe. He’s stood 5ft away scowling at you and watching you work but cannot resist pointing out any mistakes you are making or asking about something he finds interesting. He's sulky about this and his apparent lack of self control in terms of just ignoring the guy. He can approach you but you can't approach him or he will THROW KNIVES AT YOU. He needs to pretend he has control here and isn't following an impulse and dealing with so many thoughts inside his brain at once. Shelter cat energy.

There are many sides to Feds; he can be a little volatile, mostly as the story progresses. Sorry Morred. You have to prove yourself. Cause some problems for the right people. I think, eventually, Feds would just start testing him with increasingly chaotic suggestions as for how to enhance his work alongside Feds abilities. He could be tempted to say he’s okay with certain things if he sees the person or their abilities would be of use or interesting to him, but. He’s not. He’s grumping inside his head. maybe plotting. Befriend him fast before he decides he's had/learnt enough and tries something against you. um. If he saw One Thing that just GOT him he would flip, despite potentially treading the line before. He would go feral. Idk, not a Morred example since I'm unsure what exactly he'd do, but if you kicked a dog. you are literally going to die now. He’s on a case by case basis and very emotionally driven.

To be honest even if they were enemies I think it would be funny as hell. like. Feds is attacking him (again, does this once a month). They both see something cool. Stop fighting for a moment, or see something worse than them. both kill that together in SECONDS. Ok cool. Start fighting each other again. everyone is terrified of them. I think they’d have a really volatile friends/enemies/friends again/ work colleagues now/ DIE/ hey nice outfit where did u get that/ relationship. Nobody gets involved they're just like no yeah this is how mesmers make friends its fine its normal.

I like to think they’d eventually end up as friends. feds gets over some stuff. They both do. Maybe. They band together. I dunno, I feel they'd lend themselves well against the mordrem- Feds would happily spend so much time trying to figure out how to turn everything in that jungle against its own, but he really needs someone to help utilise that research. One time they accidentally made a dagger that heals people as soon as you stab them.

Also.

There's no way Fedsy doesn't admire his flair for the dramatic at least a little. He'd bounce off that. 2 theatre kids doing science what will they do.

#a lot of this obviously depends on how morred responds. but #this was INTERESTING and excuse the chaotic writing. fedsy has a chaotic response #morred dude you are properly activating his anxiety stop it hes already stressed hGFBHJB #ocposting #silvpost #fedsy #morred #ask game #THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT IN! god only knows how many words this is lol

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inexplicifics · 2 years

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i decided to make a note of all my thoughts and questions about the awau and it turned out to be 1500 words long lmfao, so i won’t subject you to all of it, and also i don’t have discord so i’m sry for the tumblr ask spam, feel free to ignore or answer privately or whatever if that’s easier- i’ll hold onto most of my questions and theories bc i imagine most of them will be answered eventually, but i have a handful of ficlet ideas, so, in no particular order:

when they go on progress, i imagine them getting so utterly miserable without the springs, even with accommodations at noble houses, that they convince yen to portal them home for one night and right back to the road after a soak lmao

do they have a visiting bard at kaer morhen during the progress to keep morale from tanking when jaskier and the rest of the court are gone for so long? bonus points if it’s pris and she falls in love with aubry, although i imagine he’s on jaskier guard duty so she might have to stick around after they get back

would fucking love a bit about dara and his family visiting sometime

might be iffy, since thinking about it the first time sent him into such a nasty panic spiral, but i can imagine jaskier running across livi somewhere in the keep while dragonfly is out on patrol maybe, and she’s having a bad day and feeling terrible about her family, and jaskier sits with her and bonds with her about having been sold to monsters and sent to their deaths by their fathers, and how to take all that rage and pain and betrayal that never quite go all the way away and turn them into something good, something powerful, because nobody understands what she’s gone through quite as well as he can, and also bc even though everyone knows what happened to him, and even though he’s very happy now, sometimes it still hurts to never have been loved by his parents, and there isn’t really anyone at the keep he can talk to about it

i bet lambert (or aiden maybe) at some point thinks it’s very funny to call jaskier “the queen of kaer morhen” and jaskier either tries to drown him in the baths or embraces it shamelessly and starts calling himself that

i woke up one night like a week ago with the phrase “my moonlit lord and my sunlit lover; between you i shall never walk in darkness” repeating over and over in my head, so idk if that’s anything but it’s yours if you want it

before i fell asleep last night i imagined a whole ficlet start to finish about jaskier thinking back on his arrival to kaer morhen (maybe set right after livi’s arrival and that panic attack) where he remembers that first introduction and realizes that when yen said “you’ve been needing a court bard!” with a smile on her face it was the first time in his life anyone had ever said they needed him, and that moment was a turning point in his life, from unwanted, unloved julian to adored, important jaskier, even if he was too overwhelmed to clock it at the time, and he goes to thank her and hugs her and makes her cry and she yells at him bc she didn’t spell her makeup unsmudgeable that morning and is he trying to make her look a mess you dreadful darling man? and also aubry cries and hugs him bc ofc he’s standing guard in the doorway and hears the whole thing and when geralt and eskel freak out bc he and aubry both smell like saltwater when they come back he tells them why and they cry too and it’s a very snuggly supper that night (and if yen gets randomly mobbed with surprise hugs from most of the wolf school for a few weeks, that’s probably normal and not at all related)

how different, physiologically, are aren’s pride from other witchers? does triss ever try to stabilize the false trial mutagens, or do they never come to trust her enough? or is it not necessary bc they’re totally fine now that they’re getting medical care and also fed and bathed and trained?

are any of aren’s old manticore friends or training class still around? what are those reunions like?

a ficlet of merten telling the whole insane story of geralt and ard carraigh and kaer morhen and everything that’s come after to aren and the pride would be amazing

obv i’ve developed “needs sasha/aiden content to live” disease like everyone else smsldkjt the wolves that love aiden need to stick together!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

ciri’s interactions with the an craites give me life, would LOVE to see her with her little brothers!!

i would kill for a look at griffin and marika’s wedding- milena and lambert must have gone, right? were their parents there???? how did that interaction go??????? and a royal wedding is the sort of occasion geralt and his court would need to attend, especially for one of his vassals, so did the whole crew show up together? how fun was it?? did the witchers get to make bitchfaces at the de roggevens all night? do griffin and marika love each other?? are marika and milena back in regular contact now?

i would love to see yen’s pov (or aubry’s) of how that meeting with vizimir and lettenhove went the night before the treaty signing, that they both came back from looking so smug

anyway thank you so incredibly very much for sharing your work and humoring us and all you do, you really are a gem of a human being

Oooh, look at all the bunnies!

Let me see now...

-I think the Progress is going to be broken up into lots of little jaunts, with stops back in Kaer Morhen for hot springs and decompression and trading out who gets to be escorting the Warlord and his household, so yes, everyone is going to be Very Glad to be home again, if only for a day or three.

-Oh, having a visiting bard is a fascinating idea! Hm. I'm still working on what to do with Priscilla...I'll have to think about that.

-Jaskier and Livi should have a bonding moment, you are quite correct. Hopefully Jaskier will not have another panic attack if he's a little more prepared for it.

-Jaskier would wear that title with great glee and Geralt would spend the month until the joke stopped being funny in a constant state of About To Go Up Mountain because he's not a king. (Sure he isn't.)

-Oooh, that's an absolutely lovely line - moonlit lord and sunlit lover, wow, that's got some resonance.

-Aww, hugs for Yen, all the hugs for Yen! And that sounds like a wonderful ficlet!

-There are some differences, which I am still figuring out; one of them has extremely keen night-vision combined with strong light sensitivity, and another might actually be venomous, which is going to be fun to figure out. One of these days, they'll let Triss have a very careful look at them, and it's possible they might need some magical intervention/stabilization, but mostly having Enough Food and Decent Medical Care and Competent and Compassionate Training is going to help all of them a lot.

-Several of Aren's old classmates are still around and they are having Feelings. Not sure yet how they're going to deal with those.

-Oh wow, that would be a fascinating ficlet. Aren would spend the whole time going "And then you what now?" while all the girls, who know some of the story from a very different perspective, would be boggling at things that Aren isn't even blinking at. ("You just...went over the walls?" "What, like it's hard?")

-I gotta get that Sasha/Aiden fic to cooperate, but unfortunately I'm starting to think it needs a complete rewrite. Ah well, such is life.

-...Ciri with her little brothers would be adorable. Maybe she should visit Skellige.

-I am attempting to write a Griffin/Marika fic! So far I am three chapters in and they haven't actually met yet. So that's...a thing.

-Oooh I'm not even entirely sure how that meeting went. Aubry got to loom, though. He's good at looming, even if he doesn't use the skill often.

Thank you so much for these wonderful bunnies and questions!

#questions answered

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CONGRATULATIONS FOR 3K!!!! i am really happy for you! i love your writing and i believe you deserve each of your followers.

please, headcanons for jujutsu kaisen! i'd like king of curses sukuna, where he marries the reader, which is a princess from another continent to expand his territories (we all know that if sukuna wants territories he would just take them by force, he is the king after all, but that's just a detail) — unaware that he would find a tough woman, who does not like the idea of marriage and hates him. it would be funny to have some dynamics queen x king. like hate sex; an important dinner with the court and they start throwing food at each other; the reader doesn't like the idea of concubines and send them away; how would he react? how did they fall in love? you don't have to write about everything i said, choose tree of them by the rules, but just seeing this idea here would be incredible! oh, and she/her pronouns please. thank you so much!!!

a/n: I……….. love this. I really hope I did the ask justice!

Well firstly, he probably takes a wife because he needs someone to clean the temple, and he’s sick of the town’s sacrifices. And what better for him than taking more land! That’s where you come in, lovely princess Y/n of the northern continent!

He was sure you would be some frail, shy little lamb that would do anything he says. Like a little maid for him to order around.

So his first opinion of you was that you were going to be a bore. And, in his defense, you gave him no reason to think otherwise. The first day you were there, you didn’t say a single word… to anyone. Not even a maid. So he really thought he would just kill you and tell everyone that you went missing.

He tried, on the sending night in the mansion he invited you to a diner with him. (aw, your first dinner as a married couple!) well- that’s if you had bothered to show up. For an hour, 12 minutes, and 17 seconds he waited for you to arrive in the dining hall. He was just fed up. How dare you? Did you know who he was? What he could do in a split second?

He was at your room door within seconds--- since you both refused to sleep in the same room-- and you opened the door like you hadn’t done a thing.

“Where the fuck were you?” -- he was already barging his way into your room, you calmly closed the door and waltzed back to your couch. Where he assumed you had spent your time before he came. “When I invitee you to dinner, you will be there”

“And if I don't want to?”

“Excuse me?” He was shocked. Angered. Deadly. Turned on? He really didn’t know but he was truly infuriated you even spoke back to him, never mind questioned his authority.

“I said,” you sighed. sling over the arm of the couch, tilting your head to the Demon before you, “what if I don't want to? I had no intention to entertain you over dinner this evening, nor do I any other time. So if you are here to berate me or spout about your authority, I suggest you take your leave.”

Spoiler alert (not really, just the expression) - you guys fucked until the sun came up, all over the same couch.

Somehow this became a common occurrence. Him doing something o annoy you, you doing something back, then taking your anger out on the other in a night full of moans and the sound of skin slapping.

And you held your word too, you didn’t show up to anything. But you did start sending people to tell him you wouldn’t be coming and repeatedly told him how disgusting you thought he was and how you hated him. Eventually, he was just fed up, he didn’t care what you thought of him and if you were only going to fuck him when you were angry, he would just firn another lady to fuck.

And, lord knows you hate him, but you were fucking married. And if you really hated one thing, it was infidelity. Your father had multiple concubines and you saw what it did to your mother and you would be damned if you let the same happen to you.

“Who the fuck is this, Sukuna?’ you were livid. The bastard looked so proud of himself, having some random commoner on his lap.

“This is Yui. I plan to make her a concubine this coming Sunday.” in all honesty, you should have expected this. A true heartless monster he was. You knew all about his womanizing way and how many women he went through, and you couldn’t exactly say he couldn’t have a concubine.

You really were stuck between a rock and a hard place. Reminded of your mother, you take the action you wish she did, “Fine, but if I see her- in any sense- I will have her head.” his laugh echoed down the hallway until you reached your wing.

And true to your word, only two months later, she was seated in your seat at the dinner table. Unfortunately for her she never got to see the rest of the meal- a new lesson was learned, your warnings were not to be ignored.

Now, there was one event, not even you could evade; the monthly council dinner party. The most annoying party either of you had ever been to.

It was boring and was clearly just a hoax for nobles to get in your good graces. But, somehow, you both bonded over how much you hated it. You spent the whole time making fun of people’s outfits and how fancy all the food was- small portions really are the worst.

“Who let her walk out of the house like that?” you laughed into your wine glass. Sukuna doing the same, eyes darting to a woman fake laughing somewhere in the corner of the room. Clad in all brown the woman was an eyesore at best.

“The same person who allowed Dutchess Haruknuka out in that hat.”

You guys really just spent the night fooling around and talking shit. It was also the time you started playing games with him, predicting who would finish their food first, seeing who could catch more cheese cubes in their mouth, how much wine you could down in one go.

You still held a strong resentment against him, but he was becoming more and more tolerable.

So, falling in love wasn’t really falling. It was more like a crash through a glass store window into a china shop.

It didn’t happen often, but the mansion gets attacked by some “heroic” people trying to save the people from the demon king.

But this was the first time they had directly attacked your wing of the mansion. It was late before he heard a word about the attack, rushing over to protect his queen- when he began to call you that he didn’t know. The sight that greeted him was you fighting off grown men- covered I their blood, with barely a scratch, though he knew you beginning to be fatigued.

Just as you struck another man down, you let your guard down and was open to a blow to the back of your head, if he hadn’t stepped in the shielded you with his own body- the man falling dead at your feet.

Something in your eyes told him that protecting you with his life would become a pretty common occurrence.

A tiny little headcanon bonus:

Your first baby was a son and when he first learned to walk Sukuna would push him down every time he stood up near him and the only way you could get him to stop was by throwing baby toys at him.

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac

#sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x reader smut #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna fluff #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #i love this man

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Blackberry Winters.

PART 1 🌸 PART 2

Namjoon Werewolf Au!!

Pack Head Alpha Namjoon and mate OC!

Arranged marriage sort of?

Pack dynamics / strangers to lovers.

Part 3

“You did not think to tell him no? To demand that you had every right to stay there?” Her mother in law looked disappointed , eyes trained on her as Jiah carefully pulled the blouse of the tunic down over her tummy, frowning when she realized that it didn’t do a thing for her figure.

She felt self conscious, the grey cotton of the tunic making her feel drab and lifeless. Why did she always choose clothes in colors like this? Why did none of them fit her right? Why did she never make an effort to look at least a little good. Her hair was limp, a mousy brown and while it was thick, it had no luster… Why didn’t she use one of the hundred powdered mixtures the village healer liked to give the younger women?

“Jiah, are you listening to me?” Namjoon’s mother said sharply and Jiah jumped a bit, guilty.

“I didn’t want to be a bother..” She said nervously, not sure how to handle her mother in law. On the one hand she seemed to be understanding of her many hang ups, but she also looked impatient and upset, anytime Jiah failed to stand up for herself.

Lady Kim drew herself up to her impressive height and Jiah cowered. She’d hung around enough pack bonfires to recognize that stance and that gaze. The woman was about to give her a piece of her mind.

Sure enough, her voice thundered when she addressed her.

“If you keep viewing yourself as a bother, I’m not sure how others will begin seeing you as anything else. You’re the head alpha’s mate. Your place is by his side, helping him with the crown on his head. It’s not a choice. Your duties are not mine and I am tired of doing them for you.” She snapped.

It stung. Guilt churned and Jiah could feel the beginnings of one of her episodes. The ones that always left her shaking and breathless. Much to her surprise, Lady Kim’s gaze softened at that and the next second she was being drawn into a warm embrace.

“Good lord child, why are you so terrified? Has my family not been kind enough to take away this stark terror out of your veins?” She sighed deeply. “You must not let your fears dictate your life. I want you to live your life, pleasing the person you’re bound to .”

Jiah felt her shoulders sag. Please the person she was bound to. Of course. Namjoon. It all came down to the alpha wolf. And how was she supposed to please him, if he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her?

“Yourself.” Lady Kim’s voice, laced with amusement made her jump.

Jiah frowned, pulling back to look at the older woman in confusion.

“You’re bound only to yourself , Jiah. You need to please yourself. To do and be the person you want to be. And then everything else will fall into place.”

Jiah watched as the woman went back to the door, calling for and directing a few more workers as they finished setting up the outer courtyard of her living quarters. Still a little chilled, she grabbed a thick coat from the small cupboard by the door, draping it over herself and tying it together with the sash. She moved quickly to the door, watching her mother in law talk to the workers, looking them straight in the eye , firm and clear in her instructions.

It was fascinating.

Lady Kim’s stance fairly vibrated with power and her voice brooked no disobedience. People looked at her and listened. They saw someone who knew what she was talking about and many a time, Jiah had felt it herself, the comfort of someone reliable. Someone who wished no ill on anyone.

Namjoon’s mother had lost her husband at a young age. Namjoon had scarcely been a babe of two when it had happened and the entire pack had expected the young wolf to lose his birthright as the heir. It was unheard of for a mate to take over the head alpha’s duties but Lady Kim had risen to the occasion with an elegance that had stunned everyone. The woman had met pack leaders and settled disputes, had negotiated boundary conflicts and made elaborate plans for new buildings , all while carrying around a babe that was still fed at her breast.

What was more, she had defended her position against the men who had wanted to usurp it. Mnhyuk and Jaejoon were two of her husband’s cousins, eager to sink their fangs into the woman to mate her, just to be able to get their hands on the pack. They were terrible men , even worse wolves. Their ideas on how the pack ought to be run dripping with archaic ideals and oppression of women.

But Lady Kim had humiliated them, told the whole pack in no uncertain terms that the next pack alpha would be Kim Namjoon. Her son would be raised to rule the pack with kindness and understanding and she would make sure of it.

The tales were told with hushed tones of disbelief and admiration and Jiah had listened to them with hunger and aching. Had felt such a huge surge of affection for the matron , had wanted to hug her and tell her she had done a great job.

And standing here as her daughter in law, she realized that she would be a fool not to listen to her. Not to learn from her. Especially when it was obvious that in the entire pack, the only one who didn’t seem to hold Kim Namjoon on a pedestal, was ironically his own mother.

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“ They’re going to challenge you again. I can feel it.” Taehyung said gruffly, dropping the bundle of scrolls on the table and Namjoon flinched, head throbbing.

“That bad?” He asked hesitantly and Taehyung nodded.

“They want you to re-negotiate that treaty about courtesans owning property. Think it would make them quit the profession… if you let them own stuff” Seokjin said quietly and Namjoon bristled.

“They are no different from any of us. They work for their pay too. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to do what they wish with money that they’ve earned?” He demanded angrily.

“You’re a good man Namjoon. A fair one. And you’re striving to build a pack that treats all it members as equals . Obviously people who thrive on abusing their power aren’t going to like that. Especially Minhyuk and Jaejoon’s pups. Those two are terrible.”

“You should accept their challenge and just rip their throats out someday.” Taehyung said firmly AND Namjoon gave him a glare.

“I’m not going to shed blood without cause, Taehyung. Don’t suggest that. Even in passing.” He said firmly and the younger beta bowed politely in apology.

“Where is Jiah?” Seokjin asked casually.

Namjoon glanced at him, brows raised.

“Since when are you so familiar with my mate, hyung?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“She used to come sit with me, when I watched over the herds on the outer pastures. Sweet little thing really. Very funny too.”

That made Namjoon pause.

“Funny?” He asked, completely confused.

“Witty. She would make these clever little riddles and jokes that would always leave me in stitches. We made a game of it. I would give her one of my funny jokes and she would give me a riddle. Is she feeling better now?”

Namjoon who was still kind of struck dumb by the idea of his cowering, reticent mate doing something as…. Normal and friendly as laughing and being witty….. could only stare at Seokjin in confusion.

“I…. Yes. She’s well. We’re expecting a pup.” He said softly.

Both Taehyung and Seokjin went still.

“What?!!! Why didn’t you say that first?!!” Taehyung exclaimed, offended.

“It’s not that important…” Namjoon waved it off, reaching for the scrolls , “ what about the treaties, then? You did tell Jungkook we aren’t changing anything right?”

Seokjin scoffed.

“ Only you would say that these treaties are more important than your own pup.” He snapped.

Namjoon sighed a bit at that.

“I don’t mean that. I’m just saying, what she needs now is to rest and take care of herself and the baby. I’m not what she needs . I’ve arranged for her to stay in some private quarters with the other women.”

Seokjin sighed deeply. After years of being one of Namjoon’s trusted friends, he could feel his heart ache for the younger and all that he hid from the people around him. He reached out and gently placed a palm on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“ Namjoon, you don’t have to do all of this by yourself. Tae and I , we can take over duties a couple of days a week… You can relax… Maybe spend some time with your new wife….”

“She hates me.” Namjoon said softly. “ I spent a whole month trying to talk to her, all she did was tremble and shake. Even when we…” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “ Even in bed , she made me feel like I was some kind of…. Predator.”

Taehyung bit his lips, looking worried.

“You’re not… You’re not going to break the bond are you?” He asked nervously.

Namjoon sighed.

“I’m not. I may have considered it, before . But now… She’s with pup. I can’t do that to her. I don’t want to either.”

“Why did you pick her?”

Namjoon stayed quiet.

“Because you wanted a wife who wouldn’t ask or demand or complain.” Taehyung said distastefully.

“That’s not… You make it sound so terrible. I’m supposed to be taking over pack duties, supposed to renegotiate every single treaty we’ve drawn in the past twenty years, not to mention get the entire pack ready for the winter…. Of course I wanted a wife who would adjust. Have you seen the omegas in our clan? The ones I could court ? They want to leave on trips… They want to visit the neighbouring packs…. They want me to arrange festivities and feasts for every damn thing…. You think I can marry someone like that??” Namjoon snapped angrily. “none of them understand a damn thing about helping me out. They’re shallow and vain. Jiah… I chose her because she didn’t seem like one of them. She seemed like she could understand what it means to be my wife. But I was wrong. I thought she understood my responsibilities and was giving me my space…. Turns out she just thinks I’m some kind of monster she needs to run and hide from.”

Seokjin reached out, patting his back soothingly.

“Namjoon I understand… It’s been hard on you, and you’ve been doing all of it by yourself. Its bound to take a toll. And that’s why I think you should take a few days off, a week. Give us all the instructions. We’ll carry it all out. You can relax.”

“That’s exactly what my uncles want. For me to slack off. They’ll summon the council and want to challenge me again. I can’t afford it. “ Namjoon shook his head.” Not until the babe is born and my position as pack alpha is solidified. I can’t let them use this against me.”

Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged looks.

“Joon-ah….”

Namjoon gave both of them a tired smile.

“I’ll be fine hyung. It’s going to be okay.” He said reassuringly. “ The council’s meeting tomorrow right? I’ll try to go over these tonight.”

“Its already past sundown.” Taehyung said worriedly.

“Then I better ask the maids to keep enough oil for the lamp to last.”

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“What are you doing here?” Namjoon blinked, staring at her like she was out of her mind and Jiah flinched. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. But the sight of him made something curl in the pit of her stomach. He looked exhausted. Like he had been up all night. She wondered if perhaps she ought to retreat. Go back to the private quarters he’d arranged for her.

No. No , you will not chicken out of this.

“ You have a council meeting, this evening. Could I come with you?.” She said softly, watching his face carefully. She tried to read his emotions, tried to look for traces of irritation or anger but all she found was a sort of hopeless resignment. Like he had stopped trying to fight whatever was bringing him down.

“Come with me….?? ” Namjoon stared at her like he wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

She inhaled sharply.

“Your mother told me I could go. As your mate, I’m allowed to sit in on council meetings. She told me it’s a new provision. That you were the one who had it written in. So perhaps, you should… let me come with you.”

“My mother-“ He paused, sighing. “ You don’t have to do everything my mother asks you to.”

She blinked, the words throwing her off. The truth was, she had been the one, tailing the older woman all day, trying to see what she did and how she did it. Lady Kim had merely offered to help her do her duties. She had mentioned in passing, that for centuries , mates hadn’t been granted many rights of their own. Namjoon had spent the past couple of years making a lot of amendments to pack laws and the council hadn’t taken to kindly to all of them.

“ Of course. I just thought that, as I am your mate , perhaps I should accompany you. ” It was a miracle, the way her voice came out, steady . Not at all betraying the nervousness coursing through her veins.

“Jiah…. I’m not sure.” His voice dripped with hesitation and she flinched. Oh, well, no one could blame her for not trying.

“If you don’t want me there, that’s fine.” She said quickly.” I’ll go…”

She turned around, feeling her face burn red as she quickly descended the stairs to the courtyard.

“Jiah wait!!” His voice made her still.

She turned around swiftly.

“I didn’t mean to imply that I did not want you there. I just….Council meetings aren’t short. They tend to go on for hours. Will you be alright?” He asked gently, gaze dropping surreptitiously to her middle.

It took her a minute to understand what he was even talking about.

“I… Oh.” She quickly pressed her palms to her stomach, confused. “ I mean… I may have to be excused a couple of times to relieve myself. I’ve been doing that way more often than usual.” She laughed.

Namjoon’s lips quirked in a hint of a smile and she flushed. Surely, her stern mate didn’t want to hear about her body functions? What was she even doing…

“But, yes. I wouldn’t mind sitting with you. Truly.” She said quickly.

Namjoon nodded.

“Well, then. You can come with me. It’s an hour before sundown… I’ll come fetch you myself.”

“Yes , alpha.” She said brightly, curtsying lightly and immediately feeling like a fool.

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“They’re called red feathers …” The healer, a middle aged woman called Selma, opened a small earthenware jar to show her the contents. Jiah peered into the jar, catching sight of a bundle of dried flowers and roots.

“These can help me…?” She asked dubiously and Selma gave a quiet chuckle.

“They help you sleep better and also help you relax. They’re good for you. You won’t feel this anxious if you take them regularly.” She said calmly.

“Oh… alright.” Jiah nodded, glancing carefully at her mother in law who was standing elsewhere, looking through an assortment of salves and tinctures. “ Can I…. is this safe for Namjoon?”

Lady Kim stilled, turning around to glance at her sharply and Jiah stiffened. God, her impulsive mouth. She wasn’t even sure why she said it. Just the whole , helps sleep better , had immediately reminded her of how tired Namjoon had looked.

“I’ve already tried to get him to drink some of it. He refuses.” Lady Kim said tiredly. “ He feels that it may affect his mental faculties”

“Auntie Selma?” A high, soft voice rang through the hut and Jiah glanced up. She went still, catching sight of Jisoo, dressed in red velvet and all of her ornate jewelry.

“Ah… Jisoo…you’re back.” Selma said cheerfully. “ How can I help you child?”

Jisoo stared at her, eyes steady and unreadable.

“I need some wild carrot seeds and ginger roots.” She said softly and Lady Kim scoffed.

“I hope the man you’re taking into your bed is not who I think it is , Jisoo.” She growled. The younger woman merely bowed.

“I’m but a courtesan, my lady. I go where I am asked to.” She said softly.

Lady Kim sighed.

“Then perhaps you should go back home. Now.” She said sharply and jisoo flushed and ugly red.

“Your son wants me to visit him for tea , this evening. I was hoping to meet my lovely lady there…but I hear you no longer stay in his hut.” Jisoo turned to her, tone dripping with acid and Jiah swallowed nervously.

“I… I’m…” She couldn’t quite talk, much less think of something to say.

“Because she is with child.” Lady Kim said sharply, a hint of triumph in her tone. “ Namjoon’s child.”

Jisoo had gone paper white, her face pale and bloodless.

“What?” She whispered.

“It’s true. She carries my son’s heir. You know what that means, Jisoo. It means they are bound, for life. I like you. I respect your courage and admire your talents. You are beautiful and you deserve a mate of your own. Do not pursue my son.” Lady Kim said firmly.

Jisoo didn’t respond for a few seconds.

And then she bowed again .

“Like I said, my lady. I only go where I am called.” She said quietly.

She turned on her heels, stalking away and Jiah could only stare after her, heart pounding a bit at what had just happened. She wasn’t sure why she felt so much disquiet. She’d never had high hopes of fidelity from Namjoon. The entire village knew that Jisoo had been his paramour. But now that she had seen how dismissive the younger girl was of her, she felt the unaccountable urge to fight back. To stake her claim.

“You look pretty upset. Don’t let her bother you. Namjoon will not break his vows.” Lady Kim said quietly and Jiah gave her a soft smile, although her heart still raced. She remembered how pretty the girl had looked in all her brocades and velvets. She stared down at her own murky yellow dress. She couldn’t go to the council meeting, dressed worse than a courtesan. Couldn’t embarrass Namjoon like that.

“ My Lady….” She turned to her mother in law. The older woman hummed, returning to examining the shelves.

“What is it, child?”

“Can we stop at the seamstress’ hut on our way back?”

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Whatever Namjoon had been expecting, as he knocked on his wife’s private quarters, it hadn’t been this.

He stared , or to be more accurate, gaped at his wife, completely thrown by her appearance.

She looked…. Cheerful.

That was the only word he could think of, taking in the warm yellow and green fabric of her gown, all with an abundance of ribbons and lace. She had also clearly made some effort to tame her hair.

Not a very successfully attempt, considering the dozen strands sticking out of her bun and curling over her bare neck and shoulders …..but an attempt nonetheless.

Which reminded him.

Why was her neck bare?

“I…. have you forgotten… part of your dress…?” He asked awkwardly, gaze trained on the pale, blemish less expanse of skin in front of him. Too much of it was on display he felt.

“Oh?” Jiah twirled about for a second, glancing at herself. “ Not at all, my alpha. This is how it is.”

Namjoon blinked.

“Right… the night is getting colder. Perhaps a shawl?” He suggested tactfully.

Jiah frowned, sticking a hand out of the door as though to the gauge the night air.

“Really? Feels quite warm to me.” She said thoughtfully.

“It may be cold for the baby.” He said quickly and that made her pause. She glanced back down at her tummy and he wondered what she expected to see, every time she did that.

“Perhaps you’re right alpha….let me be back.” She floated back into the hut and he sighed in relief when she reappeared with a white fleece shawl over her shoulders.

“Shall we go ?” She asked quietly and he hesitated before slowly offering her his arm. She gripped it lightly, and they began the short walk to the main village square where the council usually convened.

“You… You’re better adjusted to this place now?” He asked carefully, trying to find the girl he had taken to his bed. The terrified, nervous , trembling young girl.

Jiah didn’t respond at once.

“I… I’ve been drinking some of Selma’s potions. They help.” She said quietly and he frowned.

“Potions? Potions for what?”

“They help with my nerves. I get scared easily…imagine things ….” She trailed off nervously.” I’m very anxious by nature and it gets worse in a new place. With new people.”

Namjoon considered that carefully. That made sense. Perhaps, that was why she had been so odd.

“The potions help?” He asked carefully and she nodded.

“Yes…that and your mother.”

“My mother?”

“She’s very kind to me.”

Namjoon laughed a bit at that. In all the years he has had people talking to him about his mother, the word ‘kind ‘ had never come up.

“ I’m being honest….she has helped me adapt to this place. To see how things are run. I… I don’t want to be a bother. I want to pull my weight. In the pack. To help in any way I can…”

Namjoon felt a sudden unaccountable fondness bloom in his chest at the innocent words.

“ That’s very virtuous of you.” He said seriously and she flushed.

They didn’t say anything else, continuing the rest of the path in companionable silence Namjoon spotted the seven council members gathered around a blazing fire and lightly stepped closer to her.

“You can stay close to me. You don’t have to answer them. If they try to draw you into any controversial topic, just ignore them. I’ll handle it.” He said quickly.

Jiah gave him a wide eyed, nervous look but nodded quickly, fingers moving from his forearm to his palm , linking with his own and gripping tight.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.” She said quickly and it was ridiculous, how the words actually helped him relax just a little.

Taking a deep breath, he led her on to the meeting.

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Author’s Note : i thinks its about time i accepted that this is a full blown fic and not just a drabble. fuck my life.

Note : Red feathers are actually herbal medicines used as anti depressants. So this is just werewolf au equivalent of therapy.

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I.I.W.H.F.W.? Chapter 2

Summary:

You know about red strings, but have you heard about golden ones, those with a bond so strong fate could not ignore it.

Time could not weaken it, love and hatred could not divide it.

Only one’s willingness to accept that it is over, is when their tether to the bond came to an end, sometimes mistakenly leaving the other bound to them without notice.

You didn’t know?

Good, you weren’t supposed too.

Because you were one of the first to witness it.

Warnings: Things briefly mentioned/alluded to; blood, death, guns, kidnapping(?), War (Age of Ultron), Feel free to name any if I missed them

THE WARNINGS MENTIONED MAY NOT APPLY TO ALL CHAPTERS

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I’m one of the main people in charge of reconstructing the railroads. My team and I have made multiple maps at this point, correcting them, and processing the funds.

The only problem was, the ground we were making plans for, either did not exist or was too disfigured for safe travel.

We were given a map with the estimated damage, but each plan got rejected as the land we were planning to build on either held surviving victims or the rubble was yet to be cleaned out, the rubble we could fix, but if we did not know which points of land were accessible, how were we supposed to know where to start, end. The second thoughts at the start, started getting louder as we progressed into the week;

Monday

Map ejected, railroads went over temporary housing camps.

Tuesday

Start from scratch, start again.

Wednesday

Land no longer available. Map ejected.

Today was Friday, I voiced my thoughts to my boss.

“I don’t think this plan will work if we do not know the current conditions of the land, and where people are currently occupying it. I don’t want a plan to accidentally go through, us working on it for months, for a problem to come up because we were given inaccurate information on the ladder, I think we need to reconsider how we are going to do this, if we are going to do this at all.”

He was looking at his screen, preoccupied with a picture of his wife and daughter on the screen, his eyes looking to something else as well.

I’m standing next to his sitting form.

I didn’t mean to look, but I did. On the right side of his screen, there was a notification.

“4 more bodies found in the debris, 2 adults, 2 children, presumed to be the missing Tòthová family of four. Residents are devastated. There will be an event held for the family next Monday, a truly tragic story” TheGlobesMostRecentNews.com

He dismissed me.

Open the door

Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking about greed lately, about how people hold everyone to an importance, how everyone needs a label.

Take off your clothes

The battle in Slovakia was after the incident in New York.

Get in the shower

After New York got invaded by aliens, there was so much damage and reconstructing that needed to be done that the people of New York started moving to different places, the ones that decided to stay cursing the Avengers for bringing war upon them.

So it’s not surprising that when Tony Stark, the renounced playboy billionaire decided to step in and help Slovakia, the Avengers got even more backlash, some even wanting them to sign the Slavokian accords.

They didn’t need to though, as it immediately was ruled unconstitutional under the bill of rights, the Supreme Court unwillingly taking the Avengers side when the court had decided on the decision, as long as they were on American soil, they were safe.

How does that play out as greed one may ask? After the incident in New York, Stark industries funded the clean up groups, hired people to fix what the battle had damaged, the Avengers even participating in search parties and feeding the ones that needed to be fed.

Yet, there are still angry mobs screaming about how they barely helped them.

How they were traitors, helping forgein countries before helping their own, the ones cursing their names are the same ones asking for help.

Exit the shower

Funny thing is, there is still funding for the ones affected by the New York battle, they weren't asking for equal treatment, they were asking for more.

Now I’m not one to say acts of selfishness are necessarily a bad thing, being necessarily selfish is what makes people human. But if your act of selfishness is to fulfill self entitlement at the expense of taking the attention away from helping others in need, are you not just being cruel?

Their greed is not only filled by anger though, but also by sorrow, is that an excuse for one's actions? No. But do I understand the resentment, yes.

Dry off your hair

I would know, I was living in New York when it happened.

I was living with my grandmother.

Sleep

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Since requests are open again, can i request a yan!bokuto developing a crush with one of the other teams' managers during their training camp? 👀

for: @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa. hi bestie 😔 this is late (again), but i hope u like it 😍

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; underage drinking; (slight) sub!Bokuto👀; mild footplay

Three minutes.

Three minutes and forty-five seconds, to be exact, before the truth came for you like a ball careening towards your blindside:

You’re not supposed to be here .

Granted, the thought had already slinked its way into your brain ever since you’d overheard the coach crying on his phone, his wife on the other side of the line, that if he hadn't groveled and appealed to his college friend’s sense of honor, as he’d sniffled, they wouldn’t have even considered the team ( your team) to be worthy of receiving an invitation to this training camp.

Ignoring the worries that came after that was supposed to be easy. It shouldn’t have come at all . It’s irrational and it doesn’t help anyone. What was the point in fretting? Your boys are more than deserving— more than capable in fact —of going toe to toe with some of Tokyo’s best.

It’s also a given that those people don’t know anything about your team. You do live in a town half a day’s ride away from the capital. And how could you expect city folk to recognize a team that hails from a place where the cows outnumber the people three to one?

They’re bound to not know.

But the needless unease stayed and soon took a life of its own, the weight of it becoming heavier and heavier over the course of the weeks that you waited for that dreaded day, like a hungry beast that you diligently fed with your little what-if’s.

What if that place eats us alive?

What if they make fun of us?

What if, despite trying our hardest, all we do is lose?

What if these people take a single look at us and think that we’re not good enough?

What if they’re right?

The deep chasm on the scoreboard tells you exactly that, plain and without a hint of artifice.

Shinzen High has already scored five points.

Your team is still stuck at zero.

And the clock continues to tick.

“Chance ball!”

Your captain's voice was feeble against the noise of the ball being passed from one hand to another.

Odd, that.

Itsuki's not the type to pull his punches. Especially in the middle of a game; always one to use his entire chest when launching back at his enemies with a guttural roar.

You looked at the players standing on your side of the court— really looked at them, in a way that you should have instead of wasting your time entertaining those doubts— and found nary a trace of your teammates among those too-stiff, too-quiet boys that bore an uncanny resemblance to a bunch of rabbits caught in the headlights.

A chuckle erupted from your chest, surprising even you.

"Something funny?" the coach asked, his glance turning wary when you convulsed in a fit of shrill giggles.

"Yeah," you told him, shaking your head. “There is, Coach.”

From the bored expressions on your opponents’ faces to Shigeru’s (failed) attempt to set for Koyama, all the way to an audience that wasn’t even looking, who were, frankly, much more interested in what's on their phones than what’s in front of them.

How can you not find this funny?

You were worried about... this ?

You sighed, your head the clearest that it’s ever been in a long while, and stood from your seat on the bench.

The coach called out your name in a harsh whisper. You ignored him, not even bothering to explain yourself. After all, you’ve already spent too much of your energy on the wrong things.

And so, in the most polite way that you could, you shouted:

“Hey! What the fuck is this!”

Everyone might've gawked; the coach may have pulled you back to the bench with a strength that you didn’t know he possessed. There’s something much more important than being respectable, though.

“None of us ever cared about what these assholes think!” you pressed on, staring down at Takami, whose dad never fails to remind him that he’ll waste away his life fooling around with that useless club . “So, why,” you ask with a clear voice, “Why are we starting now?!”

Of course, just like any of your spur of the moment ideas, that hadn’t ended the way you hoped it would.

They still lost (they also did in the following game). All of the coaches (including yours and excluding the one from Nekoma High; that one just patted your back) had expressed their disapproval over what you did. You couldn’t regret it, however, no matter how humiliating their rebukes made you feel.

Because you don’t think you’ve seen any of your teammates look the least bit happy since you set foot into this place. But, now— even with the fact that all they've achieved so far is keep the floors clean with their diving laps— now, they do.

With that, it seems to you then that this place isn’t so bad, after all.

A day.

A day and ten hours, approximately, had already passed when Bokuto felt your presence acutely like the stinging red imprint a hurtled ball leaves on his skin. And just like the circumstances that lead to that bloodied, angry marking, you made your existence known with just as much force as a player spiking for the kill.

Some of them guffawed, out of disbelief and sheer delight both, because in all the years that they’ve trained together in preparation for the interhigh, they don’t think anyone has ever called them a bunch of “assholes” before.

They didn’t think much about that new team that arrived too late. So, yeah, Bokuto wanted to laugh, too, just like others. ‘ What a way to make an impression, huh?’ he wanted to say.

That wasn’t what he said, though.

Bokuto wasn’t even able to say anything.

He was too busy staring at your mouth, the resoluteness in your lips as if you knew exactly what to say; the way you looked at your teammates, like there was nobody else more astounding, more unbeatable at this game than the boys before you (though, surely, even you can see that they’re far from being any of those things).

And yet, there you were, your eyes incandescent; they might as well have been on fire, blazing with so much awe and unshakable faith and it was so clear for everyone to witness and— and Bokuto did not know what to do with it.

It was so embarrassing, truth be told. Bokuto may not be the most secretive guy around, but when the others eventually pointed out that he looked scared at the thought of facing them ( you ), he just couldn’t help but sulk.

“We’re not half the cheerleader she is, Bokuto-san,” Yukie teased him, patting his shoulder as she did, “but rest easy, we’ll try our best to boost morale.”

He just groaned, immediately locking his legs at a stand still when the others hooted, ‘Look at him! He looks like he’s about to piss himself bouncing his legs like that . ’ Really, what was he supposed to say?

Because, when he finally faced your team with that net in between and as he felt the ball against his palms when he aimed for a clean hit towards the floor, it’s not even fear that rushes through him.

Not even close.

Beyond the defeated faces, of the exhaustion slathered all over your team’s barks after each point he snatched under their noses, Bokuto saw you looking at him.

Just a flicker; a passing peek before that determined gaze settled back on the others. But it was there all the same: the pause in your breath as the ball detonated against your teammate’s frail arms, clutching the edge of the bench with your fingers as if it took everything in you to keep yourself from running towards the court.

To rush towards him.

To— to what ? Exactly? To scream at his face the same way you did earlier? That he's going too rough and hurting your precious friends?

There’s a part of him that wishes to stop. A strange, alien feeling that he supposes comes from the discomfort at the sight of you so troubled and wound up.

Oh, but you're just starting to understand!

That if there's someone who's truly astounding, unbeatable, and staggeringly brilliant at this game, it's him . And Bokuto wanted to drive that point home like he's never wanted anything else in his entire life.

His body stopped feeling like his own by the second set.

His legs were too light to be his, like there were coil springs underneath his feet that carried him higher and higher he swore he could brush the roof with his fingertips.

There’s a thrumming in his flesh that propelled Bokuto to move faster, to push that ache over the edge until there’s nothing left but the breathless exhilaration of seeing his opponents kiss the ground.

The air is getting thinner, like he’s scaling towards a mountain top as he sprints towards the other side of the court, long strides eating up the floor, uncaring for the sweat pouring down his cheeks.

Bokuto was willing to let this thing go on forever and ever and ever , for as long as he feels the searing heat of your eyes on him.

Until he turned his head in your direction.

You were smiling at something a spectator said.

He couldn’t hear it, but whatever it was it had pushed you to make a teasing remark to your team.

A banter ensued.

The referee blew his whistle as a warning.

You giggled.

Why?

“The ball, Bokuto!”

Why aren’t you looking?

His hands were two weights keeping him down, made heavier by that sinking sensation in his chest.

When did you stop looking?

It was too much, too unbearable that he could cry. The indifferent way you'd removed him from your line of sight was a sucker punch that's not as painful as the shame it leaves him with.

Were you even looking at all?

And he wonders with a shuddering exhale as he finally gathered the strength to raise an arm, Bokuto wonders what would happen if, just this once, he shot the ball towards y—

“Bokuto-san.”

Akaashi was calling out to him.

“Bokuto-san, we already won."

The ball within his grasp dropped.

Bokuto watched it bounce on the floor until it rolled over to somebody else's waiting palm.

He took a deep breath— in and then out, repeated it until everything came into sharp focus —and raised his head to squint at the scoreboard.

22-3

So they did.

The other side of the court was already empty, your team assembled to one corner; you were out of sight.

Everyone started to gather around him.

They took Bokuto along with their cheers and reprimands and accusations, like a strong current that carried him from the bench to the shower room, laughing as they handed him a towel, having noticed that he’d been too out of it to do anything else but stay half-naked in front of the sink.

“Are you alright, Bokuto-san?” he heard Akaashi ask over the teeming excitement surrounding them.

Blinking, Bokuto paused from wiping his bare torso as he replied, “Me?”

Their setter only nodded.

“Yeah!” Bokuto exclaimed, a tad louder than he ought to. “Yeah, dude! Of course! Never been better!”

“You were a man possessed," Masaki, still fresh from the shower, suddenly drawled from behind him.

“You were... quiet,” Ubugawa’s captain continued, reaching for the toothpaste laid next to Akaashi. “It was unlike you.”

Bokuto was about to say something, somewhere along the lines of “Really? I didn’t notice” when Daiki made his decision to wring the wet shirt in his hand, brandish it like a belt, and strike Bokuto’s back with it, the impact cutting across the room.

“You little..!” Bokuto turned with a snarl, poised and ready to throw the boy over his shoulder.

“Let it go, let it go,” Daiki chortled, grabbing Bokuto by his damp hair. “That’s for not giving us a warning, alright? Crazy bastard.”

Daiki shook his head as he walked away. “Never seen the idiot go hard like that,” he mumbled.

“That’s our ace for ‘ya!” Haruki echoed from his cubicle, to which the others responded with wolfish howls and sharp whistles, completely transforming the shower room into a tiled rainforest.

And Bokuto wanted to join along, because although the game still felt like an abrupt, fever dream, he’s well aware that he did something that he’s going to be proud of in the days to come. But somehow— for some unknown, beguiling reason, all he could do was stand there and make himself vulnerable to Kuroo’s antics.

The Nekoma captain looked at Bokuto through the mirror, clicking his tongue before lamenting about “ those poor country boys ” and their “ ill luck ”.

“Go easy on us small fries sometimes,” he added. “You were pretty scary back there.”

Kuroo gave his nape a quick pat before he went for the lockers, leaving Bokuto to stare at his reflection, features obscured by the fog.

Scary , he said.

Scary, huh.

A man possessed.

Bokuto wonders about its meaning, what coach had meant earlier when he’d jokingly called him a beast. He contemplated what about him had led them to think that way, tried his best to be perceptible of any changes.

His eyes were the same, although the pupils in the middle were large pools of tar, widened and leaving only the slightest space for the honeyed rim.

His hair was the same platinum color and still streaked with the same black lines, although untamed and in a disarray this time, with the strands sticking to his forehead.

Although flushed, his face was the same, over all.

Everything seems to be right where they’re supposed to be.

Although he’s huffing and puffing, creating more mist to cloud the mirror with. And when he tried to reach for the glass, he realized that his fingers were still trembling. His blood still surging as if his body had never left the court.

Then, it struck him.

Bokuto holds his breath in anticipation, the truth of it right in front of him.

There’s no monster here.

No man possessed either.

Only a guy who’s helplessly, foolishly in love.

Announcing to an entire room of strangers that one is of the opinion that they're assholes, as it happened, was an effective way of making new friends.

Of course, there was that awkward day-long explanation that you had to do for Yuki and Kaori and the others. An affair that wasn’t too different from a one-woman press conference that involved you expressing your regrets, revealing that, sometimes, when backed against a wall, you can be an impulsive clown with a glaring lack of filter (like: "No, no..! I didn't think you guys were actually- you know- ass- it just spilled-" and "Ah, geez, this is embarrassing.The heat was getting to me. I didn't mean it, really!" )

But the girls had been kind enough to let bygones be bygones, assuring you that all they ever felt was a joyous combination of relief and wonder. Ubugawa's manager, Eri, (who'd shook your hand while holding back tears) even told you that seeing another girl in a veritable sausage fest that is the training camp was a miracle in itself.

"It was fun, actually," Mako once said when the two of you were assigned to carrot chopping duty. "You gave us something to talk about for a while."

And even when the novelty of being a bumpkin with the mouth of a sailor soon faded, the bond that quickly bloomed between you and the other managers hadn't.

It was unexpected, although not unwelcome.

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself. How silly you'd been: coming into the city expecting a den of wolves and hunters armed to the teeth.

In the span of two days thoughts of survival were replaced by the confidence that your boys would pull through; by a sense of ease that you didn't need to win all the time and that this place is not a battlefield, but a fertile ground for growth and learning. You didn't need to constantly be on your guard— knuckles up and gearing for a fight, you realized.

Well —

For the most part, at least.

Serving spoon in one hand and potholder in another, you reluctantly paused from preparing your team’s meal to whisper under your breath. "He's doing it again," you hissed.

Kaori only gave you a preoccupied “hm?” as she plucked the ladle to fill the plain white ceramic bowls before her. “Who is?” she continued.

“Your captain,” you replied, taking care not to let him know that you're on the verge of melting under his not so subtle scrutiny.

The lovely Fukurodani manager didn’t even miss a beat; without lifting her eyes away from the food, she raised her voice, just loud enough, to address the creature (spying) standing idly by the door.

“Say, Bo-kun,” Kaori called out and you watched, amazed, as he coughed out the water that he’s been making a great show of drinking. “Your mama must not have taught you that it's bad to ogle.”

Bokuto Kotaro, Fukurodani’s ace and captain— a volleyball player that sits atop everybody else in this training camp, whose name is almost always followed by “one of the very best in the country”— quailed as his manager, the Great Kaori Suzumeda, blessed him with a smile veering on beatific.

“Oh-who-me?” he prattled, hands pointing at everything and nothing as he choked on his own words. “Didn’t see you there! What’s up! I was just passing by!”

“In the middle of practice?” Kaori snickered. “ You ?”

The boy released a laughter that resonated in the empty cafeteria.

She sighed, dropping the ladle, and told him to “Just go, Bokuto.” He obediently complied, thank the gods, but not without an overzealous goodbye to Kaori, as if he’d never see her again when lunch was just half an hour away.

He didn’t say anything to you. He didn’t need to, anyway. The lingering gaze that he directed towards you was enough.

“Thank you,” you exhaled once you made sure you’re no longer within his earshot, plopping your head against Kaori’s soft arm.

Her chuckle fluttered towards you, causing you to smile as she asked, “Is it that bad?”

You could only nod, both as an affirmation and an effort to shake those golden, hawk-eyes out of your system.

“I’ll talk to him,” she said after a few seconds of comfortable silence, the firmness in her voice making you stand upright and level with her.

Common decency tells you that you should say no, to stop her and tell her that she didn’t really have to; that you shouldn’t make a big deal out of this. But, you’d never really been one to listen to what that part of your brain dictates.

Taking her hand in yours, you gave it a light squeeze, incapable of doing anything else to convey your gratitude with a sob lodged in your throat.

“He’s not a bad guy, our Bokuto,” Kaori soothed. “And for what it’s worth, he’s never been like this with someone he likes.”

A grin lit up her face as you snorted, remembering the time someone had finally caught on to Bokuto’s newfound fixation. The uproar that it’d cause in the field when everyone was out enjoying slices of ripe watermelon. The unnecessary and, frankly, embarrassing anger that it’d pulled out of your boys after it's been revealed to the whole world. The infamous blush on Bokuto Kotaro’s face as he desperately tried to deny the accusation.

And the cold, spent feeling it left you.

“Normally, he’d be all over them,” she continued, mimicking his owl-like way of moving, bobbing her head to and fro as she circled around you.

“Kaori!” you squealed, pushing her playfully by the shoulder.

“Bokuto would be like—” Kaori pumped her fists in the air, “ Hey, hey, hey! Talk to me! Talk to me! Compliment me! Love me! ”

You simply hummed, folding your arms against your chest as you commended her spot-on performance.

She didn’t need to tell you all that, though. The guy had a personality so big it’s a miracle how this city contains him. And you’d known from the very beginning that Bokuto Kotaro doesn’t seem like the type to do the whole “pining from a distance” thing.

But, they even said that he’s half in love with you already, with the way he follows you with his eyes and flails and stutters and acts like he’s never had a mouth and a pair of hands before whenever he’s around you. And that, somehow, he plays even better than he already does when you’re in the audience ( especially when it’s against your team).

You don’t bother to correct them and say that no, this might not be a silly little crush.

Because you don’t think that anyone but you would understand that there can never be any love nor infatuation in a stare that traps you with its expectations. Even if you did tell them that, you’re the only one who knows what Bokuto’s gaze really makes you feel like: A plaything that he’s been gifted to and was told would sing and dance for him just so he’d stop crying.

And you know what temperamental children do with toys that don’t work the way they want it to, don’t you?

“Trust me.”

Kaori’s gentle voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“He’s just an idiot,” she told you. “You’ve seen him— especially last week!” Kaori’s eyes bulged out, leaning closer to you, both of you gasping at the memory.

Tears sprung out of your eyes as you laughed harder, your stomach aching when Kaori began to recount the events that had turned the entire training camp on its head, forever planting itself in its history as the worst ordeal it’s ever faced:

A piece of the wall in the girls’ sleeping room broke off, revealing a large, Lovecraftian nest of cockroaches.

“If you’d only seen his face!” Kaori cackled, struggling to finish as she clutched onto you for support. “He burs- bursted into the room only for him to- to-”

“Pass out when a roach flew to his nose! I know !” you screeched and slapped the table with her, ignoring that you’re almost knocking over the food and chortling until you were close to having a heart attack.

“Oh- oh , I can’t breathe,” she groaned. Your laughter tapered off into heaving as you fixed her mussed bangs.

You smiled.

“See,” Kaori finally said, pinching your chin a little. “Bokuto’s a meathead. Just a meathead. Guy can’t get a clue. But he’ll come around once he realizes that he’s being weird.”

“Yeah,” you murmured, giving her a weak nod. "I'm sure he will."

You didn't know if you meant to say that with a hint of irony; if that scared farm girl is rearing her ugly head again and pointing a pitchfork at a monster of her own making.

A monster that, you're convinced, would do something more than just look once you're within its reach.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Bokuto even had it all figured out in his head. C’mon, he's got the looks, doesn't he? And he's not lacking in charm. In fact, he's oozing with it! That's why Bokuto had expected that he had this one in the bag. His game plan was foolproof:

Talk to the girl. Get the girl.

After that, you’d be together for the rest of your lives and your fiery, unrelenting support for that lousy team of yours would never go in vain ever again. Because it’d all be directed to him. All that “ Good job! ” and “ You were amazing back there! ” and “ Don’t be scared! I’ll be right here rooting for you! ” would finally be given to someone who actually deserves it.

All you had to do was see what he had to offer and baby— oh baby , how you'd love him. No force on Earth could have prevented Bokuto from making you his.

So it's all the more sobering now that Bokuto’s witnessed that the said force turned out to be him of all people. And what he could actually give you was a few stumbling lines and compliments that didn't even make any sense (“ Y-your face smells nice ” for example)— all (preferably) uttered a few feet away from you.

The others teased him for looking like a jilted witch casting a spell on an indifferent lover. “What are you? Speaking in tongues or something? Is the Great Horned Owl that desperate?” they poked at him. He didn’t mind them before, but now he’s not so sure.

" Tone it down, okay? " Kaori had reminded him again earlier this afternoon. That stern talking-to from their manager was an ice-cold bucket of water that doused what’s left of his optimism.

But, tone what down? What , exactly, is left to tone down?

He couldn’t even talk to you without losing his ability to string coherent words together, let alone get close to you. Eye contact, too, he’d deliberately restrained himself from doing (if only you knew how much this is hurting him!) and not just because he’d been deemed a complete and utter creep.

Bokuto couldn’t look you in the eye ever since that incident.

“ She’s helping the other girls carry their stuff to the other room, I saw them just now ,” Yamamoto had discreetly passed on as soon as he woke up from a terrible concussion. “And if you want to redeem yourself, my friend, after that humiliating performance, you’d better go out there and lend a hand. ”

Because Yamamoto, being the love expert that he proclaimed he was, told him, “ Look, I feel for you. But it’s simple. You just gotta show her what you’re made of. That you’re a man she can depend upon, ” Bokuto then persevered to follow through.

Only for him to be met by an empty room with bits of crumbled plaster scattered across the floor. And your bag in the furthest corner just...lying there.

Maybe you’d forgotten about it. Maybe you were too busy catering to your friends' needs that you'd forgotten about yourself.

Either way, Bokuto promises that it wasn’t on purpose.

Bokuto had good intentions, really! He just wanted to take the bag with him so he could give it to you, is all! It wasn’t his fault that some of your stuff was peeking through the half-opened zipper. It’d already been in that state when he saw it.

And- and it’s not his fault that he adores you too much.

Bokuto reminds himself as much as he propped his forehead against the bathroom wall, water from the shower pouring against the taut muscles on his back as he wrapped your underwear around his cock.

The baby pink fabric, every inch of it soiled now over the days that he's used it, rubbed against his balls when he began fondling them, his other hand caressing his nipples, rubbing and pinching at the peaks until they stiffened between his calloused fingers.

His cock grew hard and heavy in his hand as he started pumping into his fist, fucking your soaked panties until precum dripped from slit.

And with nobody else in the shower room, Bokuto allowed himself to grunt and curse and call out your name, digging his nails into his skin until it stung and made him want to cry.

"Make me cum, princess," he whined, shutting his eyes to watch you on your knees, fingers between your legs as you looked up at him, never taking your eyes off of him even as you took his cock down your throat.

"Please, please ," Bokuto groaned,"Please let me cum."

Here, you don't turn away nor brush him off without even saying anything. Here, you call him your baby and you chuckle as you ask him, " Good boys deserve to cum, don't they? "

He bit his lip, pressing his cheek against the freezing tile. "Mmhmm, I-I've been-" Bokuto moaned, feeling himself creep closer and closer, the pleasure at the pit of his stomach building, "I've been so fucking good for you."

The contrast of your pretty little underwear around the thick veins of his cock made his head spin. And as he squeezed his shaft tighter, Bokuto knew that he did, in fact, deserve so much more.

Because he's endured so much just for you. Now, it's time to get what he's due.

Scouring high and low for a pair of cotton panties that have seen better days wasn’t how you wished you’d celebrate the last night with your newfound friends.

Yuki had advised that you abandon the ratty, old thing (though you did say it wasn't; ratty, that is) and leave it here as a parting gift— a mark of your impact on their lives, if you will— but you’d quickly laughed her off and set out to find it. She was drunk, anyway.

Although, so were you. If not, then just a tiny, itsy, bitsy, bit tipsy.

You hiccuped, giggling as the sound echoed through the poorly-lit hallway. The world was spinning beneath you and you prayed that it wasn’t worse for poor Yuki, having chugged half of that horrid concoction.

Kaori almost threw her out of the window after that stunt. Mako scoffed at her for being an arrogant ass. The girls who weren’t drinking sat back and chose to enjoy the unfolding chaos (while also being kind enough to be on the lookout).

And you...well...right now you’re on the verge of breaking down as you make your way to the shower room.

Mostly because you’re just realizing that you might never see them again if your team doesn’t survive the Inter High. Partly because you’ve been dumb enough to not notice that you’ve been missing an underwear for a couple of days now.

God, it's so ridiculous. You're ridiculous. You're glad that you went on your own and rejected their offer to accompany you. Imagine if they saw you like this:

Oscillating between sobs and strained laughter while swaying on your feeble legs; the very picture of a lunatic out in the streets in the middle of the night.

You only hoped that you're not scaring the living daylights out of that guy who probably just went out of the boys' room to pee. Maybe you have already spooked him, with how still he's gotten.

Cupping your palms around your mouth, you saw fit to save his sanity and cried, "Heyyyy! I'm not- hic - a ghost!"

"Oh!" you gasped, raising a pointing finger to shush yourself, "Oh, yeah, sorry, shhh-"

He didn't run the other way screaming and crying, which was good, instead he approached you hurriedly, making you squint to get a better look at him.

"Koyama?" you whispered, struggling to recognize the tall boy with a sturdy build, his navy blue hoodie casting a shadow on his face. It didn't help that your eyes were doing something funny, as if they were busted camera lenses that went uncontrollably in and out of focus.

"Good evening, my dear! I daresay you're looking quite bur- burl- blurry tonight."

You cackled, immediately following your greeting with a slurred apology.

"Why- Why are you still- um- up?" he asked. And before you could volley him with a question pointing to his weirdly different voice, he brought his head down to sniff at you. "Wait- have you b- are you drunk ?"

"What! No! Of course not!" You pouted and airily slapped his cheek, drawing a lopsided grin out of you when his skin glowed pink, bright enough to light up the entire place. It was so remarkably adorable that it made you squeal and pinch both cheeks, rocking his face as you did.

"Look at our big boy!" A sheepish, almost disbelieving chuckle shook his large chest as you resumed your baby talk, your grabby hands bringing his face towards you. "Who would've thought that our stwong, wowdy ace could bwush wike so? And what's with this siwwy hoodie, huh? Where did you get this, bunnycakes? I've never seen you wear this before!"

You wondered, also, why and how his jet black hair turned pallidly gray over the few hours you hadn't seen him. You even brushed the mildly damp locks out of his forehead, unsure if they're even real as you tried to right your smudged vision.

And you wanted to blame it all on the alcohol.

It's the reason for that dramatic change in his tone and manner of speaking and hair color and...those eyes .

The very same pair that followed you everywhere, sometimes even in your sleep.

"You love me, after all," he breathed, the statement a thin sheet of glass that could blow into smithereens at just the wrong response.

That had been enough to drain the inebriation out of your body. Like being branded, you pulled away from Bokuto with a harsh curse.

"I- I have to go," you said. "Sorry, I thought you were Ko- my teammate."

But Bokuto had already laid hold of your arm with no intent of letting go.

"Stay!" Bokuto called out, repeating it with please and listen despite your outcries, shouting for Kaori and Yuki and Mako and Shigeru and Takami and Coach and Koyoma and anyone, help me, anyone.

Until he tugged you to his chest, wrapping himself around you and turning his entire body into a concrete prison as he fervently told you, "I love you. I love you so much ever since the first time I saw you and I know, I know you feel the same so if it's the distance that's keeping you from me I can come to you I'll follo-"

"Nothing's keeping me from jackshit!" you gritted out. "I don't love you! I don't even care about you!"

He didn't say anything to that.

Bokuto had gone quiet. It wasn't only until he nuzzled your neck, pressing his face snugly down the crook, that you decided to kick him with all your strength, breaking yourself free as your heart thundered out of your chest.

You didn't look back.

You dashed through the long, endless hallway with the air in your lungs dangerously running low and keeping you from screaming.

But the remnants of the alcohol were lead that weighed your feet to the ground, betraying you further by morphing your surroundings into a hazy, dizzying scape. You teetered and wobbled, desperate to reach that staircase that will lead you out of this floor, but each step that you took was not fast enough, not nimble enough, as if you’re wading through knee-deep water.

And before you know it the monster has caught up and is ready to pounce from right behind you.

“Get your hands off me!” you wailed as Bokuto heaved you by the waist and carried you over his shoulder.

The sudden upending of your world was so nauseating, you didn’t even notice that he’d already taken you to an almost pitch black classroom, its heavy curtains drawn together and the empty chairs and tables pushed to the side.

His large, sprawling hand was gripping your ass, your stomach lurching when you felt him caress it. Yet that didn’t deter you from hitting whichever part of him that your knuckles and feet could touch, ignoring the trail of your own spit that dripped on your face as you howled and thrashed and fought to keep yourself together because no one was hearing you.

What’s left for you, now? Your captor was so strong, much stronger than you, that even when he tripped on his toes, Bokuto was able to catch himself and drop you on the nearest table in just a single breath.

“Stop fighting me..!” he panted, holding you down as he knelt before you. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I- ow! Don’t-”

Bokuto’s grip on your wrists was unbudgeable. So, you didn’t miss the chance to bite him when he covered your mouth with his palm. Teeth chattering, you broke the tough flesh, sunk them sharply until the taste of salt and iron flooded your tongue.

You expected that it would push him away. Give you the leverage to escape.

That turned out to be a mistake.

His honey-gold eyes glinted as he stared deep into yours. Every hair on your body stood on end when the corners of his lips slowly lifted, eyes still fixed on you as he released a bubbly, childlike laughter.

“I've always wanted to do this to you," he sighed giddily.

The helplessness chipped at your insides bit by torturous bit when all you could do was rock the table with your flailing, while Bokuto had already crouched lower— low enough to pull the hem of your thin shorts with his teeth.

He watched you weep with a sickening display of dejection, like he's some dog that's been shoved around by his master.

"Please don't cry," Bokuto whined, peppering soft kisses all over the insides of your thighs then licking off the beads of sweat that covered the goosebumps.

You’re not giving up.

You couldn’t give up.

You pushed and gnawed and tore skin that you’re sure every inch of his palm is littered with fresh bruises, but this only seemed to encourage Bokuto, drawing out his drugged out moans as he spat on your clothed cunt, drool leaking down to your folds before he lapped at the wet spot. The moistened fabric scratched and rubbed against your clit to the point of quivering and writhing in his clutch.

“Oh, I know , baby,” Bokuto murmured, using the tip of his tongue to flick at the swollen nub. “I’ll make you feel real good soon.”

Shaking your head, the unwiped tears gathering around your eyelids dropped to his long, calloused fingers. And you wanted to screech, to tell him to go to hell as he swirled his tongue all over your embarrassingly slick hole.

No, you wanted more than that.

You wanted to drive your bare hands into his chest.

But that’s not what you did, is it?

When Bokuto finally removed his hand from your mouth, what slipped past your lips wasn’t the sound of a woman ready to kill. Instead, you sounded like a little girl begging to be carried home. And that hadn’t been the part that scared you, really.

It was the fact that no matter how much you tried to scream, nothing was coming out.

“L-let me go,” you wheezed, your voice cracking. “Or- or else.”

“Or else?” Bokuto replied, eliciting a gasp from you as he sniffed your throbbing, wet cunt. “Look at me, princess.”

“ Look at me ,” he repeated pleadingly, frustration giving his tone a rough edge, as he brought the hand that once suppressed your attempts to call for help to skim past your thigh and stroke the sole of your feet. “Just this once. See me.”

You kept your eyes closed, even as he kissed your toes and brought it down to his crotch, forcing you to dig your heel into the bulge jutting out. He rocked his hips, gyrating slowly, his cock hardening under your feet, as he whimpered into your leg.

“Please, please fuck me, please ,” Bokuto mewled. “I’ll do any- anything for you.”

Profanities rushed out of you, but no one could hear them. Not even you. Perhaps that's why he didn’t flinch when he lugged you down to straddle on his lap.

“Use me, baby,” he whispered, grinning wide as he snaked his other hand to your back and dug his nails around your nape, laying on his back and taking you with him as he did, your tits crushed to his chest.

With your arms dying in his grip, Bokuto easily stripped his pants along with his boxers. Violent trembles wracked your body as he dragged your pussy along his thick shaft, back and forth, your damp panties riding up every time he thrusted upwards.

His hot breath against your ear sent shivers down your spine as he giggled lowly, “Wanna cum inside you so fucking bad . Will you let me, hm? Please let me.”

Of course you didn’t want to. It’s not like you’d stop struggling, either. It’s just that Bokuto would never listen to you. Even when he whimpered and babbled, “You don’t want to- fuck, your pussy’s all nice and wet - oh, you don’t want to? That's okay, that’s okay, baby,” Bokuto still slipped his cock inside your underwear.

It slid past your lips up to your clit. And you’d never hated yourself more in your entire life when all you could do was stay limp and cry as the fat tip finally nudged your twitching hole.

“No, no, don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered, scattering kisses on your neck, “It’s just the head- just the head.”

As Bokuto groaned and rutted against you, all you wished for, in that moment, was for dawn to peek through the curtains and signal the end of this torment. But, still it went on with Bokuto stretching you open.

And as he split you in half, you detachedly realized that you were right.

This place did eat you alive.

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x female reader #Dark content haikyuu #yandere bokuto kotaro

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dylanobrienisbatman · 3 years

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The main problem with the whole mal vs the darkling thing in regards to being possessive (or really when it comes to any of their traits) is the fact that throughout, the darkling is clearly framed as the villain and his actions reflect that, whereas Mal as supposed to be the good guy and best romantic partner for Alina, and yet he has all these awful character traits and tendencies. So its less about how awful the Bad Guy is (since he's supposed to be), and more about how awful the person that we're supposed to believe is the best option for Alina is. I don't ship either, just my two cents.

Okay well... two things. First, your comment about "its less about how awful the bad guy is, since he's supposed to be", takes every comment I've made about Darkles out of context, which seems fitting since everything Darklina's spout about Mal is out of context. Him being the Bad Guy is fine, and if you like him AS A VILLAIN, and acknowledge all the bad shit he does, then my posts aren't for you. I think he's a very interesting villain, and a lot of the terrible shit he does that I have to keep making posts about make him a good villain, the problem is when the terrible shit the "Bad Guy" does is romanticized and viewed as the reasons why Alina SHOULD have picked him. So, don't assume everyone gets that "hes supposed to be awful". The point my post was making is that Darklina's love to call Mal possessive, but then turn around and act like Darkles literally enslaving her in somehow sexy and romantic. It's fucking not, and it's transparent as hell that y'all romanticize and sexualize the actually possessive character, and then project false character traits onto Mal. It's so transparent, it's almost funny.

But, more importantly, to your second, very wrong point, I wonder how much of the narrative about Mal having "awful character traits and tendencies" is actually a commentary on Mal as a character, or is it just Darklina's lying about things Mal has done and everyone accepting that misinterpretation as canon. Because, if were making a list...

Fuck boy - False! Mal was not a fuck boy! He was an attractive teenager who hooked up with consenting girls his age when he could, and he was not in a relationship during that time. Alina had never told him how she felt, so he is not beholden to her. (Also, nobody seems to have an issue with the fact that Darkles hooked up with Zoya in the show, that doesn't make HIM a fuckboy... interesting) (also also, nobody seems to discuss Darkles literally sexually assaulting Alina, and lying and manipulating her to get her to be physically intimate with him so he can use her... double interesting).

Slut Shames Alina - FALSE! The ever favourite callout line from Darklina's "He's all over you" isn't him slut shaming her. First, he has no idea what their relationship is like at that point, but more importantly, he is making an observation of her status in the little palace and how she has become his tool. He has dressed her up in his colors, made her put on a show for his benefit, and has created a situation where Alina appears to be his. Mal is noting that after months of searching for her, believing she was being hurt, tortured, or worse, when he arrives to save her, she looks like the Darkling's pet. (and, even if he WAS angry because he perceived them to be romantically involved, boy just spent months fighting for his life, lost multiple friends, and almost died to find her, all while coming to the realisation that he was in love with her, and then he shows up, after not hearing from her for months... I'd be pissed as hell too.) Important Note: He even acknowledges that what he said was wrong and tries to apologise, before Alina tells him that he was right. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 286). He also then apologizes, completely unprompted, for what he said. (Shadow and Bone, pg. 297).

Fat Shames Alina - False! This one is particularly laughable to me, because its one of the Darklina arguments that falls apart the second you actually read the scene. They are running for their lives in the forest, and Mal has to hunt and gather to feed them. He is noting that Alina's appetite has increased since he last saw her, and he makes a joke (ya know, how you do with friends) about how it would be easier to keep her fed if she still had her more meager appetite from before. He makes no comment on her weight, or her size, and he is not actually commenting on her appetite in a negative way, he is just acknowledging that it's a lot more work for him now that she eats more. Right before he says the line, the quote even proves that he isn't shaming her or thinking badly of her: "With a bemused expression, he watched as I gobbled down my portion and then sighed, still hungry". He is noting a change in her, and complaining that its made more work for him. If you think thats the same as fat shaming, well... thats a you problem.

Hates Alina's Powers - FALSE!!!! How to begin... do we talk about it was Mal's idea to hunt the stag in S&B, because he knew she needed it to be more powerful so she could stop the darkling? Do we talk about how he vowed to find the firebird for her, even though he was terrified of what all that power would do to her? Do we talk about how he literally died so she could achieve the power she needed to save the world? Or maybe we could talk about how he believed in her power more than anyone else, like when everyone was making bets about her abilities with the Cut and he knew she'd go further and better than anyone else expected her too, or when he tells her that he was never afraid of her powers, only what seeking all that power would do to her (which is literally the theme of the books, that power corrupts and seeking unmatched power can destroy you)? Mal being afraid of what is going to happen to Alina, being protective of her and worrying over her, is not the same as him hating her powers. He exists to help remind Alina of the themes of the story, and to guide her into maintaining her humanity.

Abusive - ... Do I even need to explain this one? Must I deign an explanation as to why this favourite Darklina lie is so fucking stupid, and also totally hypocrisy? No? Because we all know Darkles is actually the abusive one and they're trying to project their own shit onto Mal to further their abuse apologist agenda? Cool. Moving on.

Possessive of Alina - False! Throughout the entire series, Mal is quite literally the opposite of possessive, but yall just cant read. Not only does he quite literally step out of the way and allow Nikolai to court Alina without argument, which is the most direct example of him not being possessive, he also spends two full books believing, and repeatedly saying over and over and over, that they can't be together because he is not good enough for her. Mal believes, fully, that Alina deserves more than him, better than him, because he's just a tracker and a soldier, just a regular man with nothing to offer her but his love and his protection, and she is a Saint and should be a Queen. Possessiveness is the wish to own and control someone, it is literally the opposite of Mal believing that he's not good enough and doing everything he can to ensure that Alina achieves everything and gets everything he believes she is owed. A possessive character would not tell her to tell him to leave because he has nothing he can offer her, no title or land or country or crown. A possessive character would not promise to be the blade in her hand, because he believed he had nothing but the blood he could spill to offer her.

Angry - True! Yeah, omg, you caught us, Mal is ANGRY! Heaven forbid a teenager who is traumatized beyond belief and has to give up everything in his life, his position in the military (he deserted for her), his friends and the job he loved (Mikhail and Dubrov died for him, and he can't be a tracker in the army... because he deserted... for Alina), and, most importantly, he has to give up Alina (she should be Queen, he believes, and he has to give up the future he imagined with the girl he loves, who he was pretty sure loved him back, because she's a saint and queen and he's just a man), and more, is ANGRY. He has to be the one to find the amplifiers that he knows will end up hurting her, because thats what she needs to save the world. He has to sit by while Nikolai treats him like the dirt on his shoe and tries to woo Alina for his own personal gain (because Nikoalai did not love Alina. Maybe he came to care for her, but he proposed and spent all of S&S trying to get her to marry him when it was obvious they were not in love. He straight up says its so that the next King of Ravka can be married to the Sun Summoner. It's a power grab.) and he can't do anything about it. So yeah, Mal is angry. And yeah, sometimes he's even angry at Alina, just like sometimes she's angry at him. But they always find their way back, always apologize and try to be better for each other, and if you think anger is a toxic trait, and not simply a natural human emotion, might I suggest touching some fucking grass?

Idk why you thought I'd stand for Mal slander on my blog, cuz I will not. So, I'm gonna stop there, because I have shit to do today, but I really do wonder how much of Mal's 'toxic' or 'terrible' traits, that make him such a 'bad' love interest for Alina, really comes from Darklina's who refuse to actually read the text critically at all, and instead take everything he does and says out of context to further their agenda that Alina should have ended up as the Darkling's fucking slave forever, because thats the "girl power feminist" ending somehow. Mal supports her, loves her, sacrifices for her at every turn, and does everything he can do, to the point of literally dying for her, to ensure that she can defeat Darkles and save the world. He protects her, and when they end up happy and safe together on the orphange that they've rebuilt to help the children that were victims of Darkles war and genocide, he spends his days bringing her tea and cakes and flowers, kissing her silly under the stairs in the view of all the teachers, and calling her names like beauty, beloved, cherished, my heart for the rest of their ordinary life together, if love can ever be called that.

#Malina #anti darklina #malyen oretsev #mal oretsev #shadow and bone #if yall could just learn to fucking read... i am begging you

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sylvie-writes · 3 years

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Dr. Husband

word count: 5278

pairing: doctor steve rogers x wife reader

warnings: talks about heat exhaustion? there’s nothing graphic, but if the hospital theme bothers you, then this isn’t the fic to read!

prompts (from @/fluffyomlette): “Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?” and “You’re not supposed to pick favourites, doc.” “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

a/n: this just popped in my head about a month ago and i had to write it for no explainable reason. i really couldn’t think of a title oops. if you all have a better idea please tell me so i can change it lol.

please excuse any mistakes!

Summer was finally in full force, blazing sun rays beamed down on the dry ground and once gorgeous flowers drooped in dire need of water. Sounds of children playing outside, pool water splashing as a result of cannonballs, while lawnmowers whirled to life and laughter from the watching wives resounded this afternoon. In your neighborhood, it was tradition that the women would get together every other Saturday and have drinks in the cul-de-sac while their husbands had unsaid competitions of manicuring their yards. Unfortunately for you, your husband was a doctor and that meant little time for him to do the yard, and you didn’t have children at the moment that could go play with the others. The women who were your neighbors were a bit too picky choosy for your taste. They only seemed to bond over their children and sitting around home, two of which you didn’t have or do, so you weren’t ever truly invited to their day-drinking. It was actually fine with you as these people were so hot n’cold and you were just tired of trying to fit in with faux friends. You had plenty of true friends and then your husband who was a child of his own.

For three weekends so far, Steve had told you he’d cut the lawn and as much as you wanted to believe him, you knew that he was so exhausted from work and being on call a majority of the time, that he would never find the hours to do so. That was okay with you because what he did was important and you weren’t gonna be on his ass like the feds about the yard when you could easily do it yourself. It wasn’t like he was just sitting around, no, he was working so you just decided to cut the lawn yourself, something you’d done plenty of times before.

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Unfortunately the day you chose to do so, the sun was out blazing and a simple walk out the door was a trip to an off-brand hell. Instead of making a wise decision and waiting to cut the grass in the evening, you chose the latter and decided to cut the grass at noon, the very time the sun was in full shine.

Dressed in attire for yard work and having already eaten a sandwich for lunch, you headed out the garage door to tackle the mess there in hopes of finding the push mower within. Steve’s father, Joseph, had given you both a lot of his lawn equipment, but the riding mower was broken at the moment and you (again) stupidly decided to push mow the almost two acre lawn. It took a good half hour to get the darned thing out on the driveway and while doing so, you noticed that your neighbors, the wives to be exact, had decided to come out for one of their occasional and somehow spontaneous get-togethers which consisted of unattended kids drawing with chalk as their mothers sat a few feet away dipping their feet in the small splash pool. You often found the idea both inventive and funny.

For only a second more did you let your attention linger on the group before returning back to fill the lawn mower with gasoline. After doing so, you tossed on a pair of sunglasses and went full steam ahead with cutting the grass, disregarding the rising, and very unsafe, temperature.

About an hour in, the temp had already risen to be above 100 and something no one should have spent any longer than half an hour in. Steve had always said you were stubborn at all the wrong times and boy was he right. You had just finished up half of the front yard and quarter of the back yard. It was mad that you were actually thinking about pushing mowing two acres, especially in this unruly weather.

You were so determined and when your mind was set on something, you let all other matters slip away, including regards for your own health. The unusual amount of sweat on your skin seemed to go unnoticed by you as well did the growing headache.

Finally, about half an hour later, more of the backyard was finished and your inner saboteur continued to influence your goals.

“Just finish this half and you will be close enough to the end,” translated into “Just finish the whole yard, you might as well since you are this close.”

This was the worst mindset to have, especially with the given circumstances as you had been out here for at least two hours, no drinks of any sort, no real breaks aside from fueling the lawn mower, and no cares to the worsening symptoms that now included noticeable dizziness.

The lawn mower eventually ran out of gas and you went to refill it once more. Making your way through the front yard, your unknown adrenaline rush came to an end along with the machine’s power. It wasn’t until your vision started to star and blur that you finally noticed your decline in health, but by then it was too late and you were on the plush and groomed grass of the front yard. Ironically, you noticed the fruits of your labor since you were currently laying on it.

Five minutes had passed since your drop to the ground and one of the ladies out in the court, Genevieve, noticed your figure, quite the contrast to the viridescent grass. Despite that she thought you were “demented” for cutting the grass yourself, she knew you weren’t unhinged, so to say, that you would just lay on the grass as it would serve no purpose to do so. She didn’t take you for a nature lover either so this was not normal.

Genevieve squatted down in the lawn, her sparkly sandals reflecting in the sea of green. Unknowing of what to do, the woman in a panic threw the back of her hand to your forehead and you burned hotter than a metal kettle. By time she stood, the other ladies had gathered around and were now circling in mass hysteria as if they were staring at a dead body and not your unconscious, yet breathing frame. Many long seconds later, Priscilla, who was Genevieve’s closest friend and who despised you as much as you did her, decided to call 911. The other moms then left to go usher their children away from what they described as a “traumatic experience” and back to their large homes for some sort of last minute luncheon.

Eventually, an ambulance arrived in your usually quiet neighborhood, something that was clearly displayed as almost every neighbor popped their heads out of their houses in sheer curiosity. Their nosey nature often bothered you but was normally put behind some sort of service act such as a baked cake or bottle of wine just to be invited into your house. You didn’t miss the way your neighbors would study your house when they were finally welcomed in. Steve was much better at hiding his cross nature and would return some compassion of his own while you struggled to bottle your annoyance and sealed it with a forced smile. As luck would have it though, you were knocked out and couldn’t give them a piece of your mind for staring because heavens know this would’ve been the last straw and no one could have stopped your rant.

It was when you were in the red wagon and being attended over by paramedics that you noticed you were on the way to somewhere that wasn’t home.

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At the hospital, the doctor and nurses hydrated you back to reality and suddenly you appeared in a bed, a doctor standing at the side with a clipboard in hand allowing your mind to draw up a million conclusions before you remembered what you had done last.

The doctor spoke a fast introduction and he then moved on to fill you in on what had happened as confusion still painted your face although when he told you Genevieve’s account of what led up to your ultimate passing out, you visibly cringed at such carelessness that ended up bringing you here. Hundreds of falls, burns, and bruises thanks to your clumsy nature, but this had to be the one thing to send you to the hospital. Some sort of twisted joke it sure was.

Moving to roll a stool to your bedside, the doctor passed you a cold bottle of water before bringing his eyes to give your IV a quick check as a nurse had put it in not too long before you awoke.

“Luckily, Mrs. Rogers, your neighbors found you in time and you only experienced severe heat exhaustion. Had you prolonged your exposure anymore you could have experienced a heat stroke. For now, I ask that you rest and I’ll come back to release you.” The doctor expressed his reassurance with a kind grin before walking out of the plain and boxy room that could make one go insane with its lack of liveliness.

Staring out the open doorway and into the empty hallway, you knew that Steve worked on this very floor, but honestly what were the chances that he’d see you? At one point he’d eventually find out about today’s mishaps, but that was a problem for later when you were more conscious and caring. Letting your worries temporarily go (something that was only happening thanks to your fatigued mind), you slightly shifted into a somewhat “comfortable” position on the stiff bed and rough cotton sheets. Albeit that there was an IV uncomfortably stuck in your arm, you fell into a much needed slumber.

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Lunch break at last.

That was all that had been on Steve's mind for the past three hours which had been extremely hectic. Granted, he was used to this fast-paced workplace having worked here for almost a decade, but today was absolutely out of control with injured patients coming in left and right. It wasn’t some sort of bad omen, rather just an unlucky day for many Steve had assumed. He had just finished up with a pediatric case and was now on his way to enjoy the leftover baked chicken salsa that you had made just for him last night and packed for his lunch this morning. You knew how busy his week had been and you took the liberty to make his favorite dinner dish to compensate for the work that had left such a toll on him. A smile immediately overtook his face when he walked in the house last night and that’s when you decided that you would gladly cook anything he’d like over and over again just to see that look of adoration. As Steve held you in his arms at that moment, he kept thinking how he really didn’t deserve you and little did he know, the same thought ran in your own mind. Yet, in reality, you both went together like a puzzle piece to a puzzle. Without the piece, the picture would never be completed and without the other, you and Steve would have never enjoyed life to the fullest.

Strutting down the never ending hall, Steve passed many doors, some he had been in just a mere hour or two ago. As he walked past an open door and did a double take as he saw a patient asleep, but no sign of anyone else in the room. If he were that patient, he’d want the door shut for some privacy, something which the man highly valued, so he crossed the short distance and closed the door. He didn’t mean to look at the patient for so long as they weren’t in his care and that would be awfully creepy, but Steve could help but do a double take and noticed that the familiar face was, in fact, you. From first glance it didn’t even look like you and that was coming from the man who had studied your face just to commit it to his memory. In a loving way, of course.

He slowly walked in your room, taking in the image before him of you lying in a hospital bed. His mind had assumed that the worst thing had happened to you and for a moment, Steve’s breathing ceased and his legs were glued to the ground. As his eyes scanned over your body again, his fears were calmed when there were no visible wounds and you just seemed to be resting. Although as a doctor, he unfortunately knew anything could be possible.

Hunching over the top half of the bed, Steve smoothed your stray hairs away from your forehead and placed an awakening kiss there. You were a light sleeper a majority of the time and your spouse knew that this small action would wake, but not startle you. Every night he’d come home from work and do the same thing except then he knew you were safe and sound. Now, he was just filled with uncertainty.

“What happened?” Those were the only words he was able to get out and you gave him an answer, just not one that he was looking for. You were already getting defensive and he could sense it.

“Genevieve saw me pass out in the yard and overreacted, Steven. You know they all don’t exactly have good track records with medicine.” You rolled your eyes at the last statement remembering how your neighbors have often nonchalantly tried to get Steve to diagnose them when it came to something as simple as a scrape. Then again, all of your neighbors were in the business industry so that explained their lack of medical knowledge or at least that is the excuse you drew up for them.

“Nice try, (y/n), but you do have a medical chart and it’s over there,” Steve pointed over his shoulder and towards the doorway where a plastic chart holder sat mounted on the cream wall. “You didn’t just pass out, and the neighbors did not overreact. They did the right thing despite how much I know you hate that. Now, either you tell me the truth or I go read that file.” His tone was serious, but not condescending. Hidden in his eyes was a tad sprinkle of mischief.

Stubborn as ever, you didn’t respond and folded your arms over your chest in a form of defiance.

Against what is probably legal, Steve picked up your medical chart to read what had happened as you wouldn’t disclose the information to him. Your husband was a worry-wart sometimes and while you appreciated how he doctored you when you were sick, he could be a bit overbearing. A great example would be the time when you were cooking dinner and burned your forearm when taking the casserole out of the oven.

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“Babe, dinner is ready!”

The timer on the oven was currently beeping and you walked towards it. Turning off both the oven and the timer, you grabbed a short oven mitt and reached in to grab the casserole dish off the top rack. As you did so, you lifted your arm a bit too high and hit the side of your forearm on the interior roof of the oven. The temperature was ridiculously hot and the pain was immensely strong that you immediately pulled your arm back, the casserole long forgotten.

Steve came running in at your string of curses and came in to see you holding your arm and hissing a bit as if that would relieve the pain. He walked closer to you as you leaned up against the island. Your husband delicately took your arm in his hand, raking his eyes over the burn that was soon to blister.

After a short inspection, Steve placed his other hand on the small over your back and led you to the sink, flipping on the cold water and running it over your burn. Out of the corner of his eye, Steve could see you squeezing your own eyes shut in pain.

“I know, sweetheart, it hurts, I’m sorry.” He continued to rinse your scalded skin, but turned his head to sweetly kiss your temple.

A few minutes passed and Steve was content with the rinse job as you had finally opened your eyes, even engaging in some of your jokes that were always said at the wrong time. From the kitchen, the man guided you down the hallway, through your bedroom and into your joined bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub while rummaging through your unorganized medicine cabinet. It was barely ever touched and when it was, it was often in a state of panic hence the messiness of it. Fortunately, Steve found a tube of bacitracin and some cotton dressings from God knows how long ago. At this point he could care less and would rather have you cared for.

You curiously watched him as he dug through the cabinet and a loving smile grew on your face. How lucky were you to have this man. You were really appreciative of him in times like these especially.

Said man returned and crouched before you, distracting you from your thoughts as he softly grabbed your hand once more.

The doctor worked his magic and in no time was your arm wrapped up and lathered in ointment.

“Wow Doc, you did a great job.” Steve was still holding your hand as you quietly giggled in content. He placed a kiss on top of your knuckles and peered up at you with those gorgeous (and borderline seductive) sapphire eyes. Chuckling, Steve murmured against your skin, “Only for my favorite patient.”

As always, you decided to play along with Steve’s playful banter. “You’re not supposed to pick favorites, doc.”

Your husband knew your clumsy nature and seemed to have the perfect response, “Trust me, if I didn’t, you’d be dead by now.”

With your non-injured hand you went to hit his shoulder and he grabbed it in faux hurt.

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“You know, Dr. Rogers, that is a violation and I can actually report you for it.” You lifted your line of sight to see Steve who looked back at you with his lips pressed in a fine line. He shook his head disapprovingly after reaching the end of the report and now looked like he was going to sit back in the seat beside your bed.

“Hey, what are you doing? They already examined me and I am about to get released.” The man ignored you and instead leaned over the flimsy bed railing. Steve rubbed his hands together in a warming manner before placing two fingers on your next in an attempt to find your pulse. He unfortunately carried that common trait among doctors of having hands that were colder than that of a penguin’s ass. You knew very well this pulse check was useless as you were in conditional health and that he was probably doing this to annoy you.

“Well I like to do a check of my own. It never hurts to get a second opinion, darling.” Blue eyes squinted at you and you returned the patronizing gesture.

The free hand that was not on your neck had found its way to hold your own hand and when your husband pulled back, he wore a smug smirk on his lips.

“Your pulse is a little high. Is it because I’m holding your hand?”

“You know, your shoulders must hurt from carrying such a big head all the time.” Steve had the nerve to laugh at your elementary grade insult and even though you weren’t really mad, your face would have said otherwise to anyone else.

“So I’ll take that as a yes then, wifey.” He then quickly dropped to press a chaste kiss to your lips before releasing your hand and sitting down in the chair.

Looking to the clock on the wall, you focused your vision on the distant numbers to read that it was most likely Steve’s lunch break.

“Are you spending your lunch break with me?” Your tone was now sweet and soft as it usually was towards Steve and his heart leaped at the progress being made.

“It seems that I am. ‘Was really looking forward to that chicken salsa, though.” A heap of blonde hair rested on your hand that Steve had now laid his head against, still holding tight with both of his own hands. You giggled at his dramatics and ruffled a free hand through his greasy hair.

“I haven’t eaten anything, you think you could spend your lunch break with me?” His head popped up at this and his face held the eagerness of an energetic puppy.

“Of course, sweetheart. We can head to the cafeteria. Hopefully they have something good for my girl.” It was now your turn for your heart to swell at his words. Not even a second later though, the sentimental moment was replaced with Steve’s usual sarcastic humor.

“See, I love you so much that I am willing to sacrifice my precious chicken salsa just to have lunch with you. You should be grateful to have me as your husband.” Steve’s pearly whites beamed at you in a cheesy smile and you gave a dismissive wave of your hand.

The two of you talked and enjoyed the rare time together for the next ten minutes until Steve noticed you shifting to sit up against the pillows. He thought nothing of it until suddenly you were throwing your legs over the side of the bed and making to get out of the so called cotton prison.

Waving a finger, Steve tutted you and hurriedly scooped your legs back onto the bed. You looked absolutely peeved and Steve knew it was from the way that he was treating you like a child or better yet, a patient. His wife, the fighter and he, the doctor. Two unlikely personalities but ones that worked best together nonetheless. This made Steve laugh whenever he thought about it.

“You can get up the minute you get released by the doc, okay?” Caring eyes now gave you a pleading look and you felt a small tinge of guilt crawling up your chest at how mean you had been to your husband when he has only been trying to help.

A knock on the wooden door signaled a visit from the one person you had been waiting on for what seemed to be ages.

“Speak of the devil.” Muttering the phrase so only Steve could hear you gave him an “I told you so” kind of look.

The Doctor looked up from the same clipboard as earlier to greet you once he made it in through the doorway, but he was surely surprised by the figure sitting in the chair beside you.

“Oh Dr. Rogers, what a surprise! So this is your wife I presume? I guess I should have put two and two together,” Your doctor of the moment laughed with Steve who added in a chuckle or two of his own.

“Yep, this is Mrs. Rogers!” Steve didn’t look at you, but lovingly squeezed your hand that was resting against his, “We are quite the handful so I am surprised you couldn’t tell that she was my other half.” A snicker ended his words and you couldn’t help but do the same.

Once the short introductions were over, the doctor walked over to do a speedy final exam on what was necessary as Steve watched from the sidelines still getting used to the idea of not being the one doing the examination. He hadn’t been in any other position in the hospital for such a long time that it took some time to get used to the fact that he wasn’t the one diagnosing and rather waiting for the diagnosis.

The doctor pulled away from hovering over you and now sat back on his rolling leather stool, scooting his way over to the computer and desk.

“Well I must say, (y/n), that you definitely live up to some of the stories your husband tells.” The other man in the white coat finished up his typing before turning back around to face you and his colleague.

“Ah, I hope he’s giving me some good street cred,” You teased and from the side you saw Steve shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.

“I assure you that they were all good things.” With that, the doctor formally released you, walking out of the room to give you some time to redress and such.

You went to get out of the bed for the nth time, but finally succeeded. Your legs felt a bit wobbly upon the first step, and Steve noticed this. He came up to stand beside you and placed a hand on your lower back with the other out in front in case you did fall. Placing your own hand on his scrub clad chest to steady yourself, you silently thanked him with a tender pat.

With Steve’s guidance, you went to change out of the wretched paper gown and into your shorts and shirt from working outside. It wasn’t exactly the most flattering outfit but at this moment you could care less for the only thing on your mind was getting out of this room.

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The ride in the elevator seemed to move slower than a snail and almost stopped on every floor. You were so crammed by the time you were only on the fifth floor that you used this as an excuse to lean up against Steve. He rubbed your arm and enveloped you in a side hug and planted a kiss on your head. The two of you never cared for PDA but neither of you had realized the onlooking eyes.

You found it mildly comedic when some of your fellow passengers seemed disgusted that a doctor was handling a patient in such a way. It was definitely gonna be a joke for later on.

Eventually you made it to the first floor and begrudgingly pushed yourself out of Steve’s warm embrace when the smell of garlic bread hit your nose.

“Huh, they never cook spaghetti around here. They must know we have a special guest today.” Steve pressed his lips against your ear to jokingly whisper to you as he ushered you out the elevator doors.

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Standing in line with a plastic tray at the cafeteria made you have flashbacks to middle school lunch and you shuddered at the thought. The memories played back in your mind like a movie and were interrupted (much to your relief) when Steve tapped your shoulder.

“You want this?” Steve held one of the plastic salad containers in hand, the white sleeve of his lab coat draped on top of the other stacked bowls in the open air freezer.

You nodded and he placed it on your tray, slightly bumping your hips as he walked past to grab a drink.

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For a good twenty minutes, you and Steve sat in comfortable silence in one of the booths until clicking clogs came closer and closer. So close that a shadow loomed over your table conveying that someone was here to speak.

“Dr. Rogers, I don’t think it’s entirely wise of you to have lunch with your patient. Actually, it’s quite inappropriate.” The older woman in burgundy scrubs pointed her gaze to the hospital band on your wrist and both you and Steve started laughing upon noticing. So that explained all the weird looks.

“Oh no, Dr. Williams! This is my wife (y/n),” You politely beamed up at the woman and set out your hand for a handshake. At this, her unenthusiastic expression changed to one of apologetic and she shook your hand with much grief as Steve continued on with his introductions.

“(y/n), this is Dr. Williams. She is the medical director for my department.”

“Wow! I’ve heard many wonderful things about you, Dr. Williams.” She went to return the praise before a beeping in her coat pocket signaled the time for her departure.

“Duty calls, but I’ll have you know this one here never shuts up about you. It was nice to finally put a face to a name, (y/n),” You glanced at Steve and noticed he was sheepishly grinning and turning redder by the second. So much so that he was hiding his face in his palms.

““I hope you have a quick recovery as well, hon!” The standing woman gave you a nod of her head and then turned to your husband whose face had finally regained its color. “As for you Steven, I will see you later. You have another resident to deal with today.” Dr. Williams sighed at the thought, waving you both goodbye and soon enough she was out the double doors of the lunch room.

“Ooh babe you’ll have to tell me how all of that goes.” Spooning some spaghetti into your mouth, you goofily raised your eyebrows at Steve.

“Trust me, it is not fun at all. When I was a resident, I would have never acted like some of the people I’ve trained!”

You snorted, “Uh huh. Sureee.”

“No really,” Steve’s eyes widened and he leaned over the table like he was sharing some sort of secret with you, “The audacity of some of these people.”

“I think you are just an old man now, Stevie, and can’t keep up with the times.” The blond screwed up his eyes and stuck his tongue out at you.

“Oh hush and finish your food, Miss. ‘I am soooo young’.” A napkin flew at Steve’s chest and the two of you laughed at the childish antics that had just ensued.

Just as both of your styrofoam containers became empty, an unpleasant ringer sounded in Steve’s pocket, just like the one of Dr. Williams’s departure. Once he gave the screen a swift peek, he looked back up at you with a long face.

“You gotta go?” Golden strands bobbed up and down as Steve nodded and you grabbed his hand.

“It’s alright! Thank you for spending the time with me today, though. I really appreciate it. Thanks for putting up with me, you know how I am sometimes.”

The larger hand encompassing yours gave a sympathetic squeeze.

“Oh darling, anytime, you know that. If you need anything, call me okay? I will try my best to answer.”

The temporary silence that filled the room was now replaced by annoying buzzing from the device that Steve had silenced for the moment. He irritability took it out and shoved it back in his pocket. Normally this didn’t bother Steve because this was his job, but since you were here, having just been sick, he wanted nothing more than to drop everything and focus on you. Knowing that was impossible, he tried his best to juggle both yet it seemed that the world wasn’t gonna wait on him.

“Do you want me to call Ma to come get you? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind. Her and Dad love your company.” For the moment, Steve appeared to look like he was ignoring the constant beeping, but you knew internally he was already out of the cafeteria and sprinting down the halls.

“No no, I’m fine, honey,” The doctor stared at you as if he didn’t believe you. “I mean it, Steve. I am fine. Now shoo.”

Dr. Rogers shared another laugh with you before pecking your lips and running out the room shouting, “I’ll see you later!”

He really was too good for this world.

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Power recognizes power

A little power training gwynriel fic that came from me writing “if you find me at the edge, we’ll jump together.” and I was like this sentence deserves to be the title of something. plus throw everything (and by everything I mean that one sentence in the book) that you know about lightsingers away I’m just using the cute name. and yk there may or may not be some smut at the end.

She was glowing.

She was glowing and Azriel did not mean she looked radiant or that she was overcome with joy, although she did and she was. Gwyneth Berdara was a living, breathing star. As if the spring equinox had come early this year.

Her skin lit up against the blackness of the sky and her hair burned bright with the ferocity of the hearth.

Gwyneth Berdara had stopped singing, the crowd was silent. All eyes were on her but she was looking at him, her light, a beacon to his darkness.

His shadows yearned to go to her, he yearned to go to her. Instead, they both stayed stagnant, watching, waiting.

Azriel was had had enough, he dissolved from view and reappeared on the stage. Startled, Gwyn, took a step back and he stayed right with her, matching her step for step.

He gently tucked a stray piece of lit-up auburn hair behind her here, whispering, “It appears you glow, my love.”

Gwyn, ultimately getting over her initial shock lightly pushed him on the shoulder, “Don’t do that.” She scowled.

Chuckling, he pressed his mouth to hers, in a soft, soothing kiss, forgetful of the audience behind them. As she relaxed beneath his touch, the glow became dimmer and dimmer until it ceased to be. Darkness returned and he stepped back. Gwyn took a breath and stilled. The nervous, passionate energy, that arouse when she sang, calmed for now.

Azriel turned to the crowd, “Due to the events that occurred here tonight, the performance will have to be cut short.” A soft boo drew his attention and immediately he isolated the noise. “Do you want to boo my mate again?” Azriel threatened coolly, his eyes narrowing.

Annoyed, she sighed and spoke to the crowd, “Oh ignore him, I truly am sorry for this interruption but I want to give nothing more than my best and right now I feel as if I can’t do that. the show will be rescheduled sometime next month, letters will be sent out with more information.”

He watched as the stunned and irritated faces slowly began disappearing. Some winnowing away, others taking the slightly more traditional door. Gwyn held her hand out to him. He took it, “So you’re a living lamp?”

“An astute observation.”

“Is there any way I can convince you to rest now and figure this out later?”

She sighed, “It has been an especially long night.”

Azriel stared at her in disbelief, “did you just agree that you should rest?”

“Oh close your mouth, you’ll swallow a fly.” He responded by grinning at her and winnowing them away to their shared home.

Taking off his shirt he yawned not realizing how tired he actually was. It was still strange to him, being able to sleep so freely, without the looming fear of the past and what he couldn’t control. He stopped, realizing Gwyn had not moved from the door.

Gently he asked, “Are you coming?”

She looked at him blankly, lost in thought for a moment before she responded, “Um-yeah-later.” He was unconvinced so she tried again. “I think I’m going to stay out here and make some tea, maybe read a book.”

Azriel gave her a knowing look but did not push, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Az.” He tenderly kissed her cheek and walked to their room, immediately passing out on the bed.

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Azriel awoke at dawn and turned, unsurprisingly, to find the left side of the bed cold and empty. He sighed as he got out of bed, pulling on a pair of pants, mumbling. “Gwyneth berdara, you are going to be the death of me.”

Knowing there was no way she would be in the house but believing he probably should, he checked regardless and when he determined that she was in fact not in the house, he closed his eyes. When he opened them once again he found himself at the house of wind.

He nodded in acknowledgment, “Clotho,”

Shadowsinger. “The one and only.”

Is there something you require? “Just looking for that mate of mine. Any chance she’s here”

You know she is, and you know precisely where to find her. Ask what you truly want to ask. Through gritted teeth, he asked, “How long has she been here?”

Since 11 pm. Exhaling, he muttered, “Why can’t that damn woman ever rest.”

Over excursion out of only stubborn will seems to be a similarity between the two of you. Azriel frowned slightly before smiling pleasantly, “It’s been a pleasure as always, thank you for your help.”

Clotho only nodded and Azriel began the stairs to the 7th floor.

It took a moment for him to find her, the shadowsinger was a trained spy, forced to observe and retain even the smallest of details, yet he couldn’t find a bubbly redhead in a room full of texts and stories.

Ah, no wonder he hadn’t seen her. Gwyn was surrounded by hundreds upon hundreds of books. She was drowning in literature, her hair was tied loosely in a braid with quite a few pieces falling out, there were dark circles beneath her eyes, and she was sporting the slightly insane look that came from a lack of sleep.

“Gwyn.” Her head jerked up in surprise to see him.

“Oh Az, Ok Ok, I promise I will go to sleep soon I just need 5 more minutes. I’m so so so close. I think I’m going to skip training today. Ok how about 2 minutes. 10. No that’s more. 10 sets of 1 minute. I just need 10 sets of 1 minute. I’m fine how are you?”

“Gwyn, my love, you’re delirious.”

She brushed him off, “What no I’m fine. I’m fine. Did I already say that? I can’t remember.”

Logic was never the way to deal with her insane stubbornness, so he tried a different approach. He pushed down his worry for her, and curled his mouth into a smirk, “I bet,” She perked up like a dog about to be fed, “that you can’t summarize everything you learned last night into,” he checked the clock. “15 minutes.”

“I could do it in 10.”

“Prove it.”

“And when I win?”

“I leave you to research. But if you can’t you have to go to bed.”

“Time starts now.”

Gwyn took a deep breath and began. “First I looked into where light magic is supposed to originate: the day court. Their magic is described as warm and comforting. Every single text I read described the magic the same way, as a sort of yellowish-brown light, like the sun. But the magic that came from me was more of an icy blinding light, like the lights from the stars rather than the sun. Also, as far as I know, I don’t have family from the day court so I looked into the family I do have. My family from the autumn court. However, we know that autumn court magic is fire, and what manifested in me was light not heat. My grandmother was a nymph so I thought well what type of magic do nymphs have. And the answer was severely disappointing, with basic plant magic being the most a nymph was able to do. I was stumped for a few hours before I realized. I’m basing my research on what I believe to be true not what I know to be true. I was told that I am a quarter nymph and because that heritage would explain my non-high fae-like features I believed that, for there was no reason for me not to. But what if my nymph grandmother was not a nymph at all. I flipped through dozens of books on faeries that have similar features, light magic, and/or can live on land and water. For the most part, I could not find anything, but then out of the corner of my eye I found a small tome on the history of light magic, the majority being all things I’d seen a million times before on the day court, but a passage no more than a page long, referenced ‘the lightsinger.’ Now what is a Lightsinger, you may ask? Honestly, I had no idea what or who they were so I found every book and story I could on them. The lightsinger’s, instead of being a title for a way to manipulate magic, like shadowsingers or daemati, were a race. A long-lost fae race said to be able to bend and create light with their voices and song. It’s said that they died out due to a conflict with the shadowsingers but every so often there are sightings of unknown nymph-like creatures in you’ll never believe where. The autumn court. Now I would only have 25% of lightsinger blood but magic is a fickle thing and some sources believe that when bred with high fae blood the magic intensifies.” Gwyn exhaled.

Azriel grinned victoriously, “It’s been 20 minutes.”

“Goddamn it, I didn’t even get to the interactions between shadowsingers and lightsingers.”

Now he was intrigued. “Well if you want to continue I certainly won’t stop you.”

“No no,” she yawned, “I lost which means I will be going to bed. But I do want to alter our deal slightly.”

“Oh?”

“I sleep now, you train me tomorrow.” The set of her chin and the look in her eye were enough to assure him of how serious she was.

“You want a male who specializes in darkness to help you master your light?”

“Certain theories believe that the mother gifted the light and shadowsingers their gifts to balance each other out and to remain harmonious.” She reasoned. “So yes there is no one I would want more to teach me.”

“I will not take it easy on you.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.”

“Alright Berdara, we meet Sunday at dawn, do not be late.”

“I’ll be there.”

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Sunday arrived and Azriel watched as Gwyn came down to the training ring in her leathers, with a white ribbon tied in her hair.

“Good morning Gwyneth.”

“So formal.” He shot her a look. “Oh alright ok my turn. Good morning Azriel, shadowsinger, spymaster of the night court, mate of the most amazing female to grace this planet.”

“Training is serious.”

“Of course it is. Shall we begin?”

“I want you to light up the room.”

“What? is it not already lit?”

He smirked and let his shadows paint the room black. Azriel himself became smoke, nothing more than a voice in the darkness.

“Az, az come on this is not funny.”

“Good, because it’s not a joke.” His voice came from every direction and every way Gwyn turned she was surrounded by endless nothing. “You must learn to sing the song of light the way I learned the language of shadow.”

“Speaking in vague melodrama feels like it’s not going to be that effective.”

Gwyn tried to back up only to find what was once the training ring now bled together with the depth of the sky.

“Let the light speak to you. Coax it, nurture it. Burn through the darkness and find the light.”

“How am I supposed to do that.”

Gwyn thought of the way Nesta harnessed her silver fire, the way her eyes became the flame itself. She concentrated and searched deep within herself, searching and looking for the light she knew she possessed.

All she saw was a hallowed chamber.

“No.” The word echoed throughout the room. “Our magic is not like others, we do not create out of nothing, we manipulate what is already there.”

“How am I supposed to manipulate if I’m in a room with no light?” Gwyn huffed frustrated.

“Just because the shadows are masking it, does not mean it is not there.”

He was so damn infuriating. She tried calling the light to her, she flexed her hands, she even tried speaking to it, all to no avail.

“As you said, magic is fickle and our elements especially. Light and darkness do not want to be bound or controlled, let the light be a friend, a companion, let it want to help, let it want to be influenced by your will.”

But how the fuck was she supposed to do that.

“Think of the first time it came to your call.” He whispered ominously. “What were you thinking. What were you feeling? Power often manifests through emotion.”

Singing. She had been singing. Was it really so easy that all she had to do was sing?

Turns out it wasn’t.

For hours she sang hundreds of songs. From songs in the old fae language that she sang at the priestess services to ones she had written herself. Nothing worked. Azriel had let her have a singular break when she desperately needed to pee and even then he was skeptical.

He had left her to her own devices leaving his shadows to watch over her progress. When he returned he found Gwyn clutching her knees, rocking in the shadows. Her gaze was unfocused and she was humming to herself.

“You have officially broken me. I’m done.” She wanted nothing more than to sit in the library with her sisters and a book.

“No.”

Gwyn’s eyes snapped into focus, her breathing steadied, and she went predatorily still. “Excuse me.”

“You heard me. No.” Azriel laughed, a cold vicious laugh. “You asked me to train you. Gwyneth Berdara has never quit before and she certainly won’t start now.”

Gwyn was seething, but she remained quiet. “What?” He was toying with her. “A little darkness too much for you. Light up the room and we won’t have a problem.”

“Oh that’s right you can’t. 10 hours in and no light in sight. You’re pathetic.”

Her anger cleared her mind and in that moment of clarity a memory, buried deep within her, resurfaced as if it was resting, snoozing until its moment of need.

Gwyn was in her mother's lap, a black-haired girl sat across from her. Her voice pulled her attention. “My girls, Catrin,” She tickled her, resulting in a giggle from her lost sister, before she turned her head, “Gwyneth.” And also tickled her. Gwyn's small hands clutched at their mother, desperately trying to hold on. “My two beautiful daughters.” She sighed. “Your lives will be filled with so much darkness, darkness that you do not deserve. But I need you two to be strong, to stay with each other, and to find strength in the other.” ‘I don’t get it,” Gwyn whined.

“We are a part of a glorious and lost people, a people of light and song. But they fear us because they do not understand us.”

Gwyn and Catrin looked up at her, confused and innocent.

“It’s ok, you will. You know the song I sing to you every night before you go to sleep?” Gwyn and Catrin cheered, “Yeah.”

“I want you to sing it with me, and I don’t want you to ever forget it. Can you do that for me?”

Their voices came together in a melodic lullaby. It was captivating and cold, those who heard could not look away. The song demanded to be heard, to be sung.

The words came tumbling out of Gwyn, they twisted around her tongue and lips as if finally home. Lost but not forgotten. Lost but born anew. Through the shadow and darkness, her eyes found the light, it heard her call and from every direction it found her. She pulled the brilliance of the stars to her and let the light paint the dark white.

The shadows retreated to Azriel who stood just two feet in front of her. Their eyes locked and he smiled, “there she is.”

The light flowed and flowed, and the room lit up in a blaze of pearlescent radiance. Her pale skin lit and she had once again become one with the stars.

But while the call came from her, there was another that drew her light forward. His shadows and her light curiously answered the pull. Finding each other between Azriel and Gwyn. One did not dissolve into the other like it should but instead mingled, swirling around each other in an almost playful manner. They became one from two opposites that never should have met.

As they blended together she felt a pounding in her chest and a throbbing somewhere lower. Her toes curled and she craved more. Their power was its own entity and yet connected to them. A push and pull, a desire to be close.

Azriel bridged the gap between them breathing heavily, pulling her against him as he’d never felt her before. “Az.” she gasped.

His eyes were on her lips as he licked his own, smiling, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so alive.”

“You’re the worst,” She said between breaths.

“I know.” And their lips met in a furious burst of passion.

He kissed her with a fiery hunger, a male starving. Her hands weaved through his hair, her fingers getting lost in the darkness. Gwyn wanted nothing more then to be lost in his darkness, as he wanted to drown in her light. Azriel gripped her waist, grinding his hardness into her causing her to moan.

“You make such pretty sounds for me.” He chuckled, ripping her shirt off.

“Fuck me.” It was an order, not a request.

“Gladly.” Their clothes were gone moments later. His kisses moved down her neck as he sucked and his fingers dipped to her cunt as he felt her. “Always so wet and ready for me.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock, “Always so hard for me.”

“Can’t help it.”

“Wouldn’t want you to.” He laid her down in the middle of the training ring and stroked his cock up and down her folds, pressing against her clit. “oh my god-fuck.”

With that, his control snapped and he buried himself to the hilt in her. Stroking once, twice.

He smirked, crooning, “look how perfectly we fit.”

His thrusts were slow and shallow, edging her on, basking in the feel of him in her, of her around him.

He then went harder, hitting her in the right spot every time, but Gwyn needed more.

“Faster.”

“Your wish is my command.” Azriel fucked her hard and fast, and with every thrust she moaned in ecstasy, driving her hips forward, meeting him step for step.

“Oh my god fuck me.”

“Such a good girl, taking it so well.” He captured a moan on her lips, devouring her.

“yes, yes fuck.”

Where the light met the dark, was where Gwyn met Azriel. They were cocooned in a shell of power flowing between and all around them. They were a storm of blinding light and depthless shadow, the lines of what were and were not, blurred to just the other.

“Gwyn.” He groaned, nothing existed but them.

“Az I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes, my love, cum for me.”

Every thrust became sporadic and uncontrolled as if his pleasure had taken a mind of its own. He swirled his tongue around her nipple and ground her clit with his fingers.

It was all too much, Gwyn cried out as she came, her back arching, toes curling. Her cunt tightened around his cock as he fucked her past completion. She was everything and watching her cum was enough to send him over the edge as he emptied himself in her, collapsing on the ground next to her.

For a moment they were silent before Gwyn spoke, “would you like to hear what I learned about the interactions between Lightsinger’s and Shadowsinger’s” She smirked, “Apparently the sex is unlike even mate sex.”

“I can vouch for that.”

Gwyn laughed, and if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

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