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downywrites · 3 years

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I did my best for this one. I hope I did this well!

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Ranboo was annoyed. That he knew for sure, pacing the outsides of Smajor’s office. He muttered as he walked, trying not to forget why exactly he was pissed. His tails swished, dusting the red carpet below him. He huffed lightly. “When is Scott going to let me in? This is getting stupid!” A small growl escaped him as he glanced at the locked door sitting innocently in front of him. “Just come out of there, Scott. I really, really need to talk to you…” Using one of his haunches, he banged on the door again. ‘This is the third time I’ve done this! When is he going to let me in?’ The sound of the latch unlocking made him sight in relief. “Ah, there he is-” A loud bang went off, making the enderman jump.

“HELLO! IT IS I, SMAJOR!...where are you?” The man glanced around dramatically, eyes alight with pep and overzealous energy for just about no reason. He let go of the doorknob, wincing a little at the sight of the dent that was steadily worsening. Ranboo was not impressed. He deadpanned at the other, tails flat on the floor and unmoving. “...Seriously? Couldn’t you be a little more serious here?” He showed the littlest part of his teeth, trying to intimidate the shorter of the two of them. Unfortunately, the gesture bounced right off of him, the rather bombastic man walking towards him and pulling him eagerly into his office. “Come in, come in! It’s been so long since someone wanted to come into my room- I mean, office. Take a seat!” With a snap of his fingers, a chair pulled itself out of the wall, situating itself onto the floor. Ranboo’s bicolored eyebrows raised in surprise, but he spoke not. He didn’t want to show him the interest he had. No, he wanted to persuade the MCC moderator into letting him into the place.

While he babbled on about dinglehoppers and fascinating doodads he had seen on the road while walking last month, he took the time to look around his office. The area was large, as expected of someone who owned so much and had so much power. The whole room screamed smajor, from the loud patterns and decor everywhere, to the carpets below his paws. Itr was obvious that his interior designer told him to do the exact opposite. He shut his eyes, suppressing the urge to wince at the loud textures inverting behind his eyelids. ‘Ow.’

He turned his ears to hear the man again, growling under his breath when he realized he still hasn’t stopped speaking. “...and picture this! Your husband, Ranboo, forgot to touch the lever afterwards!” He hooted with laughter, swiveling around in his chair. “Ohoho, it was hilarious!” Ranboo cleared his throat loudly. “Scott? Could we, uh, talk? Please?” Ranboo was on his last nerves at this point. He had been trying to contact him for ages, and this is the first thing he subjects the hybrid with? Preposterous. His ears pinned back, trying to signify his annoyance without hurting his feelings.

“Well, have you considered the offer I sent you by bird? Or the other three offers by horse? Or that one I delivered to your doorstep personally?” The man leaned forward in his chair, facial expression unreadable. “...hmmm….No, can’t say that I have. Sorry, Oreo man!” Ranboo spluttered indignantly. “What? HOW?” His claws waved about as he angrily gestured at the man, who simply shrugged and giggled to himself. The enderman stopped, taking a breath dramatically. Ears fluttering back and forth in a flurry of emotions, he shut his eyes almost violently. “Okay. As I have asked you several times before, have you at the very least thought of letting me into the MCCs yet? I haven’t done anything to be banned from it, so am I allowed to come in?”

He opened one heterochromatic eye, hope barely visible in the depths of his pupils. Smajor covered his face with his hand. “Oh, dear. Hmmm….” He acted as if he was genuinely thinking about saying yes, stroking his chin. A small pool of magic shut an open window he wasn’t aware of. “....nah.” Ranboo hissed quietly. “Okay, that’s enough. I’m getting the gun.” The man, almost unbothered, adjusted his tie and cleared his throat softly. “Ah. You know, guns are not allowed in my office.” “Who said it was a physical gun?” Seconds of pure confusion passed. “...what?” Ranboo’s chair pushed back slowly, a look of half-concealed malice (?) evident in his dual colored eyes. Smajor was tempted to get out of his seat, but he thought otherwise. ‘He’s just annoyed because I’m teasing him like this. It’s fine, he’s not going to kill me.’ The enderman slowly walked past the desk, his tails whipping forward in a dangerous gesture.

The moderator found himself in a steadily worsening situation.

He held his hands up in a universal placating gesture, hoping that it would calm him down. “Look, we can set up a compromise if you just take a seat. I can give you keys to the best seats in town?” A single elongated fang poked out as he snarled. “I’m going to take that as a no.” With a swift movement, the man found himself on the floor, pissed hybrid pinning his arms down. “I wasn’t kidding when I said that, you know. I was thinking of being nice to you, but now...now, I don’t think so.” One of Ranboo’s hands trailed up to his neck. ‘Is he going to choke me? That’s not very gentlemanly of him.’ His subconscious helpfully supplied. “However, hurting you would be really, really mean. And Tubbo said that this would be a much better option!” ‘Wait, Tubbo?’ A fluttering feeling at his neck made him scrunch up and giggle. “Wahahait!” He shut his eyes, unwilling to look at the person who was definitely smirking in triumph above him. The feeling shifted to his collarbones, then to his ears. Each spot got the same amount of attention, which was, in his opinion, too much.

“Look, Scott. All you need to do is tell me that you’ll allow me into MCC. That’s all. Just promise me I’ll be let in next time.” He sassed the enderman in return, a forced smile coloring his words. “Iihihi cohohuld ahalso tehehell yohohou thahahat your clothihihing chohohoice reheheminds me of a bohohoy who didn’t know what to wear to prom and came in a full suit during a casual dance.” His hands slowed down as he spoke, before speeding up even quicker, forcing a bout of laughter to escape from Smajor. His dyed hair flipped from side to side as he shook his head, cracked his eyes open to look at the other pleadingly. The enderman processed the movement in his head, smirking a little more again. “Is this flustering you, Scott? You’re so used to being in power. Is this something new for you?” His breath ghosted on his ear, making him shiver through his frantic giggles.

“Nohoho, I tohohotally dohoho shihihit lihihihike this ohohon ahaha dahahaily bahahasis!” Ranboo clicked his tongue teasingly. “That sounds like sarcasm to me. So, tell me, Scott. Do you know where you are ticklish?” At the sound of the word, his body bucked up into his hands, falling down moments later and prompting a small laughter-filled “oof”. The enderman couldn’t help but aww at him. “Can you not handle the word ‘tickle’?” Another fully body jerk. Scott’s arms pushed against his pinning arm in protest. “Stohohop, yohohou drehehessed-uhuhuhp ohohohreo!” Ranboo recoiled in mock offense. Tails lashing, he looked at him balefully, narrowing his eyes playfully. “Oh, now you’re just provoking me.” He jabbed into the man’s sides, flipping his ears down to avoid the resulting shriek he got from blasting his damn eardrums out. “Guessing sides are a good spot, noted.” A small enderwarble escaped his mouth in slight sympathy at the person writhing under him, but he stood firm, scratching lightly at his lower belly.

“You know what you have to say, don’t you? Come on, Scott. It’s not hard, just let me in.” Through his laughter, Smajor flipped him off. “FuhUHuck yohohOohoU!” He immediately regretted his decision, bucking wildly as dulled-down claws scraped over his sides again. And again, and again. He couldn’t help the high-pitched squeal that ripped out of his throat as Ranboo shifted just the slightest bit downwards to the connection between his sides and his back. A few shelves to the side of the man fell, magic sputtering out of control. Ranboo curled his tails over his head, wincing as he plucked out a feathery plume from one of them. He traced one over his neck to tease, teeth poking out of his mischievous smile as the other curled up almost violently as he thrashed. He stopped for a moment, allowing the other to calm down and take a few grounding breaths. He put down the feather for now. He’d save that for later, if he needed it. “So.” Ranboo vwooped quietly. “Have you considered my proposal yet?” Scott pushed the bookshelves partially back up. Eyes focused on the furniture behind the enderman, he shook his head, tongue sticking out in concentration. “Not in the slightest.”

The hybrid rushed to push up his shirt. “B-but!” His hand slowed where it was. “I can accept something else. If you are willing to follow my rules.”

Ranboo nodded, ears fully perked up and focused. Little particles landed on Scott’s bare lower stomach, making him giggle as he spoke. “Wehell, if you and Tubbo would agree to not be on the same team, nor be on the same team as anyone else you’d have a relative behenefit with, I may allow it. Mahahay.” Ranboo’s tails wagged from side to side, black, white, red, and green blurring into a mix of color behind him. “Maybe?” His eyes gleamed with hope. “May…..these nuts get shoved down your throat! HA!”

Ranboo’s facial features seemed to darken.

“Hehe…?” His hand ducked under his shirt, pushing it up fully. Smajor gulped audibly, sucking in his exposed stomach. A pen wiggled in a cloud of his magic, almost nervously. Ranboo kept that in mind, hoping that he’d remember it afterwards. ‘Does his magic respond to his emotions? I’d like to know that...once I’m not trying to make him listen to me.’ With his tummy exposed, the enderman leaned down, breath gentle on the flat of his stomach. “Are you going to say yes now? Or am I going to have to go fully in now?” Scott stayed quiet, barely moving for a moment. A blossom of panic bloomed in Ranboo’s chest. ‘Is he okay? Did I do something?’ A small, almost sheepish smile grew on the other’s face. “Sorry, I was thinking of something snarky. Don’t got anything right now. And, hmm..still thinking about that.” The whites of his teeth broke out through the light pinks of his lips. “The answer’s still no, enderboy. Try your damndest.”

He was quick to give him what he wished, diving in to blow one long raspberry on his tummy. It was evident the moderator was not aware of how sensitive he was to raspberries, based on the gasping burst of laughter he got in response. A swear in a different language as he moved closer to his sides, pepperring little raspberries and nibbles all over his trembling muscles. The sudden change in tenseness as he swiped over a specific spot on his lower belly, his body melting into the floor. Ranboo found it adorable that the sassy man was completely destroyed by a few wiggling fingers on his stomach. He didn’t say it out loud though, for the sake of the moderator’s pride. The laughter settled nicely in his ears. He could get used to this. “AHAHA! RANAHAHA- PLEHEASE!”

On the other hand, Scott could not get used to this. He definitely wouldn’t be able to keep up for much longer. His laughter strained at his throat a little. He tapped at the enderman with a plume of magic, hoping he’d get the hint. After what felt like a century of tickling for the man below him, Ranboo slowed his nibbling and raspberry blowing, gazing into his dazed eyes. “Yes, Smajor?” “Fihihihine, yahoo’ll behehe uhuhuhnbanned. Lehehet mehehe gohoho!” Ranboo’s tails wagged hesitantly, worried he was just bluffing or making a joke. “Promise?” “Ihihi prohohomise. Juhuhust, nohoho mohohore.”

His voice was wheezy, almost like an unused flute that hadn’t been taken care of much. Ranboo couldn’t really tamp down the innate sense of pride with the knowledge that he was the one who did that. He was the one who managed to convince Scott, not Tubbo, not Tommy. Him. He did. His tails thumped on the floor loudly, but he was too busy celebrating his win in the confines of his head. Particles whizzed around him faster and faster, landing on things every which way. That included Scott, unfortunately for him.

He giggled, writhing around as much as he could as the particles slowly landed on his tummy. “Hehehey, ehehenderbohohy? Lehehet mehehe gohoho, plehehease?” No reaction, his eyes far away. His face was contorted into a small smile, but otherwise, his countenance was blank like an empty slate. In other worse, he had literally no clue what was going on. A slight twinge of concern, then. “Uuhuhh, Rahahanbohohoo? Ahahare yohou ehenderwahalking?” Silence. Nothing, absolutely no response. Scott decided to take things into his own hands.

“Rahahnbohoo!”

The pen from earlier slammed into his face, making a small smacking noise as it did so. Ranboo gasped, eyes snapping back into focus at the slight stinging sensation. His bi-colored eyes focused onto him. “What was that for?” Smajor rolled his eyes, using his head and his hands to show the situation he was in. “Did you just forget you have me pinned or what? Dude, you and your brute strength. Goddamn.” His eyes widened in surprise and slight embarrassment. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” His hands were released almost immediately, claws gently scraping against his wrists and making him crack a small wobbly smile. “There you go.”

He sat up with a small wince, small cloud of magic pushing him a slight bit. Getting up shakily, he slowly walked over to his desk, trying not to trip on any errant pieces of carpet/items strewn about. “I’ll get it done, okay? You just shimmy your way home, oreo. I’ll get it done.” A sigh of relief escaped the hybrid. “Oh, thank god.” As he left the office, he turned to look at the man directly in the eyes. He was getting better at that. “Thanks, sir. I appreciate it.” And, as he left, he may or may not have heard a small mutter follow him. “Fucking hell. He does not need to call me sir after THAT.” He couldn’t help but grin a little. ‘Well, I got him to be serious.’

‘That’s a win for me.’

#downy writes #downywrites #tickle fic #sfw tickle #ler!ranboo #lee!smajor #lee!scott #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #?#kind of #gimmer requests hhh #my writing

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shinsorokiri · 3 years

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Cat Girls Are Ruining My Life

Shinsou and Todoroki HCs

Genre: Fluff | Crack

Warnings: Language, scratch wounds

A/N: I just busted these motherfuckers out bruh. And don’t worry about it at all Anon you weren’t disrespecting me! I really liked this idea, and boy oh BOY it would be cute. So cute. I hope you enjoy!

Shinsou Hitoshi | Mindjack

Oh bitch

Oh BITCH this is a dream

Pinch him

Wake him up

This is a dream

You’re a Big Cat 🥺

I can just see him literally going :o when he sees you for the first time

Has to fight the urge to pet you, deadass

You notice him right away because you can smell his cat on him

And you get excited because THERE’S A CAT IN THE DORMS

Of course your looks are deceiving though

You are basically a whole ass ninja

You’re super sneaky

It’s insane

Watching you fight is kind of mesmerizing, really

You’re ridiculously agile

And your sneak attacks could be lethal if you really wanted them to be

Honestly one of the very first times Shinsou saw just how terrifying you were was the sports festival

When it came to the wires above the canyons

You and Tsu just kind of looked at each other and shrugged

She did her thing

And you were just

RUNNING YOU WERE RUNNING ON TOP OF THE LITTLE TIGHT ROPE THINGS

You didn’t even stumble

What kind of balance did you have

He soon learned you had the balance of a trained assassin

And because of your skill in combat

Aizawa decided you would be the perfect sparring partner for Shinsou

He also knows Shinsou, like himself, loves cats

So what better way than to distract him during his training with just your appearance

The first time y’all fight?

He is just pitiful

You take him out so fast

Kind of tragic for him

Aizawa makes him run 4 extra laps as punishment

This continues for weeks

But during this time the two of you get closer

And one day the two of you are somehow dating

Wow

Crazy

Who would have thought

Because of this, the two of you are always together

And he has seen how your quirk also affects you as a person

You know how Tsu goes 😟 in the cold because she is a frog?

Well

If you cross in front of a sunny window

You HIT the floor

And most times you are unconscious after like five minutes

Shinsou absolutely does not purposely leave his curtains open because he finds it cute

He doesn’t know what you’re talking about

He also knows that when you get annoyed you do whatever the fuck you want

Like one time

Denki was being really annoying

And you were not having it

You were so over it

He had this bubble tea that he got from one of his favorite places

And he was so excited about it

But he said one wrong thing to you

And you just stared him dead in the eyes

And raised your hand next to it

Shinsou recorded it

“(Y/n)… what are you doing…?” “…” “(Y/n) don’t do it…” “…” (Y/n)… please don’t…”

You smacked it off of the table as hard as you could

And just walked away

Denki was very careful what he said to you afterwards

But he finds comfort in watching you do it to other people

And oh you do

But never to Shinsou

N e v e r t o S h i n s o u

Because Shinsou knows if he annoyed you so it will never get to that point

Wanna know how?

Because he pays so much attention to you

That he can tell how you feel

Just by your ears

He’s noticed that your ears will twitch certain ways when you’re feeling different emotions

When you first met his cat your ears were straight up and your eyes were wide

At first he was worried something was wrong

But you just explained you were curious

After that he kept a secret journal with all your little ear placements and what they meant

One time you scared the shit out of Bakugou because he yelled and it startled you and you went fight or flight mode

Your ears went flat

Your eyes were scary

And you hissed

You hissed at Bakugou

It actually caught him off guard

He yelled again because what the fuck

And this caused you to hiss again because what the FUCK can you be quieter blasty boi

It was hilarious lowkey

But that’s another thing Shinsou has noticed

You have really good hearing

And loud things… they are not your favorite

So he makes sure to always talk quietly and play music quietly

He even asked Hatsume to make some special earplugs that you can wear when you don’t want to hear random unwanted noises

But he does blasts Cat Girls are Ruining My Life by CORPSE sometimes

Just to see your reaction

The first time it happened

You shriekeed and jumped into the air because when I say blast I mean BLAST

Of course he waited until you were wearing your earplugs

So it didn’t hurt your ears

It just caught you really off guard

He also recorded it

Much to your despair

He likes to pick on you because your little whines are one of his favorite things about you

And all of your little purrs and meows are like music to his ears

BUT

His absolute FAVORITE thing about you

Is how all he has to do is scratch your ears and you basically melt

He loves it

It makes for great cuddles

And when you’re all warm next to him

And he’s just scratching your ears and stroking your hair

Sometimes

You’ll knead his chest

Like your lil hands just start kneading him

And it’s subconscious a lot of the time

You just feel safe and happy

And you do that

He loves it

He always smiles when that happens

Just knowing you feel that way around him makes him so happy

And you’re just so perfect to him

And wow

He really loves his cat girl

Todoroki Shouto | Shouto

Mans thought you were adorable from the get go

Of course he didn’t know it from the get go

But damn

You are a cutie!!!

And Uraraka knew that he was attracted from the MINUTE he saw you

Because he saw you

And his mouth opened a bit

And his eyes got bigger

And he turned a little red

Of course she said nothing like a good friend

But THEN

Came the day

The two of you were sparring the one time in class

And you were very much beating him

It’s not that it was odd that you were beating him

You’ve done it multiple times before

Even when he used his quirk

You were just too fast

Too nimble

Too quick

And the fighting style you use is very strong

He can never hear where you’re coming from and he can never guess how you’re about to strike

Except for this one time !

He heard the sound of your feet in the grass

And he was guessing you were about to jump and take him down

So he jumped to avoid whatever you were about too do

And he was right !!

You did indeed jump up to take him down with a kick !

But since he wasn’t there

Your momentum kind of

Pushed you more forward than you intended

And instead of hitting him

You just

You landed on top of him

It all happened too fast for him to move out of the way again

There you were

On top of him

And he went bright red

And accidentally caught the grass on FIRE

And then started stuttering because omg

Omg OMG you were ON TOP of him !!!

And when you looked up at him to apologize

Oh he was OUT

Why did you have to look so cute :(

“Sorry, Todoroki! I didn’t mean to fall into you.”

“I-It’s okay… um… y-yeah. You’re good. Just an accident is all…”

“Yeah… um… I would get off but… the grass is kind of… on fire.”

“WHAT?!”

He immediately iced the flames away

But after that

It was insanely obvious that he liked you

You made him even more awkward somehow

But you can’t say you didn’t return those feelings

Deku was constantly urging him to ask you out

Of course, he had to tell him what he was feeling for you before he did that

And Todoroki was shocked

So that’s why his heart starts beating faster every time you’re around him

Wild

It was painful watching him try to interact with you after that

Every time

He’s be like I’m gonna do it

I’m gonna ask her

Just watch me !!!

And then

He’d go up to you

And you would smile at him and say hi

And he would just FREEZE

Poor baby

But one day he had enough

“Are you sure she’ll say yes, Midoriya?”

“Todoroki I am nearly 100% positive she will agree to go on a date with you.”

“…only nearly 100% and not exactly 100%?”

Uraraka got mad and literally pushed him towards you

He got the hint and walked over to you

“Hi Todoroki! What’s u-”

“Would you like to go on a date with me? I will pay for everything I promise and there’s this nice cafe and I can-”

He started rambling

Usually this man doesn’t speak

But you made him so nervous that he couldn’t seem to stop

Of course that is until you interrupted him

“I would love to, Todoroki! When? Tonight?” “Uhhh… yeah, yeah sure tonight.”

The first date of many

He quickly learned that you were actually a cat

Like yeah okay he knew you had a cat quirk

But oh my god

You are a cat

He finds that you’re absolutely drawn to his left side

Of course it’s because he’s warm

But he doesn’t get it until on time you were near the pool

Because Bakugou (being the gentleman he is) challenged you to a fight

And it wasn’t the warmest of days but you are no bitch

So you say yes

And somehow

You end up in the pool

You already aren’t the biggest fan of water

Topped with the fact that it’s FUCKING COLD

You hop out of that shit

Like do you have a cat quirk or a dolphin quirk

And just bury yourself under Todoroki’s left arm

At first he’s like huh

And then he realizes OH

IT’S BECAUSE I’M WARM

Now he double loves when you attach to his left side

He’s also found out that you don’t like when he pays attention to you and then just stops

Usually you can control the sudden urge to go kick his homework before you do it

But one time he got on his laptop and completely stopped stroking your hair

Which he loves doing because you also purr when you’re happy and he thinks it’s adorable

And you deadass just sat on it

Without even thinking

“Uh… love?”

“Pay attention to meeeeee!”

Going back to the purring thing though

He loves it

He thinks it’s adorable in every way

But of course he’s learned not to

Do things you don’t like

He accidentally stepped on your tail one time

He went to class with claw marks and on his arms and Aizawa had to pull you two aside to make sure everything was okay

The aftermath of that incident was very amusing though

There’s a video of both of you screaming about who was more sorry to the other on Uraraka’s phone

All in all

He loves that you’re like a cat

Because he also just really likes spoiling you and taking care of you

And he’s really happy he’s with you :,)

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katie-dub · 6 years

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The Devil's Doorbell

A while back @winterbythesea shared a post with this amazing description of the clitoris: “That's the devil's doorbell and if you keep pressing it, soon enough he will answer.” So Svenja shouted fic prompt, as is her wont, and came up with this:

Emma wanders into the path of a weird curse or eats something she shouldn't or picks up an artefact she wasn't supposed to touch (Regina did warn her!) and suddenly every time she settles in to, ahem, ring the devil's doorbell... he answers.

So I wrote the thing and am sharing it now for @cscocktoberfest - I hope I’ve done you proud Svenja. This is more banter and innuendo with a sprinkle of smut, but I hope you all like it. (And I’ve got another Cocktoberfest fic to come next Wednesday!)

Thanks @initiala for organising this event, which gave me the nerve to actually post this. Cheers for reading this over for me @mahstatins and danke schön @distant-rose and @welllpthisishappening for chanting “post it!” at me ;)

Emma Swan was having a day. Or maybe a week. Possibly even a lifetime. It was one thing to discover after 28 years that she wasn't actually an orphan but a bona fide witch from outstanding magical pedigree, it was quite another to find herself expected to do something about it and take flipping magic lessons. Especially when her teacher was her sassy step grandmother who expected nothing less than total dedication at all times. Only today she had found her mind and her hands wandering resulting in such a sharp reprimand that she was almost glad that her entire family had been separated from her by a curse for her entire formative years.

(And, OK, maybe it was better not to touch strange magical artifacts that she had no knowledge or understanding of, but surely Regina didn't have anything actually dangerous in that vault of hers.. Right?)

Still though, the incident had left her feeling frustrated and full of pent-up nervous energy that she desperately needed to relieve. And what better way than with a little TLC?

She ran a deep bubble bath, downloaded the utterly ridiculous sounding trashy romance Manaconda to her kindle (figuring that if the erotica was subpar, it should at least be good for a laugh), and poured a glass of wine. She sank into the deliciously hot water and settled in for a night of fun.

It quickly became apparent that Manaconda, while hilarious, just wasn't going to do it for her. So she set her kindle to one side and closed her eyes, dreaming up a tall, dark and handsome man to help inspire her as her hands drifted down, stroking and teasing just as her fantasy partner did, before she moved to touch that one special spot...

“Well, well, well what do we have here?” Her eyes flew open and her hands shot away from her clit like she'd been burnt. She sloshed water out of the bath as she yelped, “holy shit!”

The intruder chuckled. “There's nothing holy about me, let me assure you.” She turned to look at him - god, he looked like her erotic fantasy come to life with his chiseled, stubble-covered jaw, lean but toned physique and perfectly mussed dark hair. He even had a perfect sultry voice with a British accent that really worked for her. Did her magical powers extend to wish fulfilment? Her cheeked burned at the thought. “Now why did you summon me - did you need a hand? Or perhaps there's another body part you'd prefer?”

She gaped at him. The man in her dreams was a lot less, well, annoying. “What the fuck?”

“Or do you simply need someone devilishly handsome to add a little spice to your fantasies?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and she felt inexplicably pissed. How dare her fantasy lover come to life and damn well mock her? She'd heard of kink shaming, but this was ridiculous, could you even be shamed by your own subconscious? She briefly considered Regina's face if she were to ask. Yeah, that was not going to happen.

She sighed deeply, totally exasperated by this experience. “Get out before I do something that you'll regret.”

(He was a manifestation of her deepest desires and she figured that meant she could justifiably murder him if he pissed her off too much.)

He gave a short bow, said, “as you wish,” and disappeared.

Emma wondered if she could discreetly find a book on magical mishaps before the next time she needed to show herself some love.

As it turned out she didn't have time to look up her particular problem before she felt the urge to touch herself again. All the day after she first saw her dreams come true (and honestly she never thought she'd think that was a bad thing) she felt on edge and needy.

So that night she went straight home after her magic lesson, stripped off her jeans and jumped into bed. There was no need for teasing or delicacy tonight, she was already wet and wanting. She stroked her fingers through the wetness and circled her clit. She groaned in blessed relief.

“Oh it's you again, Swan.”

Despite her embarrassment at her fantasy lover once again appearing when she had her hands in her panties, Emma was deeply puzzled by this. “You again?” she repeated, “you know, I'd have thought a physical manifestation of my desires would sound a bit more pleased to see me.”

“Is that what you think I am?” Her fantasy was positively smirking at her. It was infuriating.

“Yes, of course that's what you are,” she huffed, more than a little annoyed at the need to argue with her own subconscious. “It's like you stepped straight out of my brain. All the details are perfect. Except you're far less chatty in my fantasies - you focus on winding me up in the good way.”

He laughed at that - actually fucking laughed out loud. “I'm no fantasy darling, I'm a demon. I can understand the confusion, it must be hard to believe anyone this devilishly handsome could be real.” She narrowed her eyes at him, surely no one this maddeningly arrogant could be real? And yet, he was living and smirking in her bedroom. “But here I am, answering your summons, the name's Killian, feel free to scream it out when you get back to business.”

She reluctantly pulled her hand from her panties and finally sat up so that she could glare at him. “I didn't summon you.”

“Oh but you did, probably subconsciously from the sound of it. Do you have magic?”

She shrugged. “Um, yeah, I'm a witch or something.”

He nodded sagely. “That'll be it then, powerful witches don't require complicated rituals to call upon demons in their hour of need. So,” his voice dropped to a sultry murmur and he stepped closer to her, “what do you need from me?” He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and raised his eyebrows suggestively.

She pretended that it did nothing for her, even as she felt the need to press her legs together to dampen her desire. If anything, that made it worse. “I need you to get out.”

He quirked his head at her in disbelief, but nevertheless he said, “as you wish.” He vanished and Emma’s eyes closed. She deliberately focused on reliving a particularly excellent time with her ex Graham as her fingers got back to work.

“Ah. This is unfortunate. It seems you'll have to stop touching yourself if you want me to leave for good, Swan.”

Her eyes flew open at the sound of the British accent and she took in the unwelcome - and all too familiar - sight of Killian. “Why are you back?”

His eyebrows arched in amusement. “Well it would seem every time you - what do you Americans say - rub one out it summons me and I'm powerless to refuse the call. Now, how do you want me?”

“I don't!” she gasped, annoyed by the breathy quality to her voice. She tried to push herself upright, but her hand slipped and she ended up resting on her elbows awkwardly.

“I have strong evidence to the contrary. I can watch you if that's what you're into? Whisper sinful words into your ear? Provide manual assistance?”

Oh fuck a little hands on assistance would be incredible. She ignored the thought and hoped her body didn't betray its obvious delight at the idea. She feigned indifference instead. “Do you ever shut up?”

“I do find it's hard to talk when my tongue is engaged in more pleasurable activities.” His tone was matter of fact but the way he licked his lips and the look in his eyes was pure sin.

“Can you just leave?”

“And leave you wanting? That would be very bad form.”

“Yeah, I'm not in the mood anymore.”

“Shame. I'll see you next time, don't be shy about ringing the devil's doorbell if you feel the urge.”

“Did you just call my ...” Emma trailed off, lost for words in her disbelief.

“Well I answer every time you press it, seems fitting, don't you think?”

Emma's nose crinkled in disgust. “Just go.” It was going to be a long time before she even considered touching herself again. (Even if she did need a cold shower to help wash away the buzz of arousal and the tingle of disappointment.)

The next day she was feeling more than a little desperate. She tried not to give into the urge to fuck herself stupid but it was starting to almost hurt. She couldn't quite believe that there were people who were actually into this whole orgasm denial thing.

She didn't even make it to her bedroom this time. She just stuck her hand down her pants the second her front door closed behind her. Her fingers touched her clit and for a brief second she it was sheer bliss.

"You rang?" Killian was leaning against her kitchen counter smirking at her with undisguised glee.

She hastily pulled her hand from her pants. "I did not"

"Oh, darling, you know I'm bound to come when you do." He sauntered over to her, moving in close and biting his lip with undisguised want.

She gritted her teeth. "Well, you're early."

"I do apologise. Bad form, that. It's not usually problem for me.”

“Is there really no way to stop this?” she whimpered.

He stepped back, his seductive demeanour gone and scratched behind his ear thoughtfully. "It's not an affliction I've encountered before. Perhaps you need to find other methods of loving yourself - there's a number of toys you can purchase?" His face was a picture of false innocence. She wanted to smack the look right off his face. Or maybe kiss it off. Or perhaps she could just sit on his face… but no, her thoughts were not going there.

"Shut up."

"No? Well how about less sexual methods? There's meditation, manicures, massage - avoiding the obvious erogenous zone, of course."

He thought he was so cute and it drove her mad. "Bite me."

"If you insist.”

“That wasn't an invitation!” Even though her whole body screamed at her that it really, really should be.

“Are you sure? I'd make it so good for you.”

“And you've just killed my buzz.”

“I don't believe that for a second.” His eyes swept across her body, no doubt her dilated pupils, full-body blush and stubbornly heaving bosom betrayed her lie.

Traitor, she hissed at her own body in her head, before fixing him with a bright grin. “I'm all good thanks. Begone demon!” He raised one eyebrow in amusement, but vanished, leaving Emma to once again climb into a cold shower.

The next day she'd reached her limit. At the point where she seriously considered using a comfort break in her lessons to escape to the bathroom and make herself come she knew that she had to give into whatever weird curse she was under. She told Regina that she wasn't feeling well and wasn't surprised that she immediately suggested that she go home. She probably looked half crazed and she was damn sure it wasn't just her loins that were on fire, or whatever that stupid cliché was.

“Well hello.”

She was expecting him when she touched herself this time and she knew what she needed to do. “Turn around.”

“Pardon?” He looked genuinely affronted.

God, she didn't want to have to explain this. “I'm desperate, but that doesn't mean that I want you here, so just turn around and don't listen.”

He frowned at her. “It seems a shame to deny yourself the pleasure of my company.”

“And don't talk.”

“I can think of a better way for you to shut me up. If you would let me I would caress every inch of you with my lips and tongue. I would tease you, slowly licking my way closer and closer to that delicious bundle of nerves, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until you couldn't take it and you forced -”

“Stop talking.” Killian fell silent and she could almost tell herself he wasn't there. And that's how she liked it, because his little speech was definitely not causing her to shiver and little waves of arousal to run through her. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and focused on making herself come. Except, nothing she did was quite doing it for her. She was doing everything right but since Killian had stopped his narration it wasn't enough. He was going to be insufferable. “.. Ok, I need it: tell me what comes next.”

His answering grin was wicked. “Darling, isn't it obvious? You do.”

If Emma had thought that giving into her desires would break whatever spell she was under, she was wrong. If anything the desire and sheer need was worse now. Her head echoed with the rich and detailed fantasy that Killian had narrated for her. She could see them acting out his words, she could feel it, and she was in a near constant state of heightened arousal. She cancelled all her plans for the day and tried to take her mind off her throbbing clit. Several times she realised that she was on the verge of touching herself with no recollection of a conscious decision to do it. She was feverish with the need to give into temptation.

At last she admitted that her attempts to resist were falling flat. We need to resolve this for good, she told herself when she accepted the inevitable, I have to see him so we can make this stop.

(Even she wasn't entirely convinced by her logic, but this way meant orgasms and relief.)

“We really have got to stop meeting like this, love, I'll start to think that you're just using me - and you're more than welcome to.”

“What have you done to me?” she whined. “The need to rub one out is just overwhelming.”

“I tend to have that effect on people.”

“I'm serious. I just need to touch myself. Constantly.”

Killian looked unbearably smug as he replied. “They say the devil makes work for idle hands. You haven't upset my boss recently have you?”

She glared at him. “I don't believe we've met.”

“You angered an evil witch?” She shook her head. “Stepped on cursed soil?” She rolled her eyes. “Handled a magical artifact?”

“I - er - may have done that last one?”

“Good, we're getting somewhere, any idea what it was?”

Emma wracked her brain, what had Regina called it? “The horny afro ditty?”

“You mean the Horn of Aphrodite,” he said with a smirk.

Emma waved her hand dismissively though it was hard to deny the blush that had spread across her face. “Yeah, that's basically what I said. So you know how to fix this?”

“Do you want the good news or the great news?”

Her heart sank at his delight. “Why don't I like the sound of this?”

“The good news is I know the cure. The great news is you'll get to kiss me.” He bit his lip suggestively. She ignored the tingle of arousal she felt in response.

“That's it?” She had to admit she was expecting something a little more x-rated. After all the symptoms were hardly as innocent as a simple kiss.

“Were you hoping for more? Can't say I blame you, I know my way around a woman.”

She frowned at him, shaking her head at his ego. (Even if she fully believed that he would be excellent at kissing - and the rest.) “It's fine by me. Just seems a bit..”

“Chaste?”

“Well - yeah.” She shrugged, trying to convey that it was totally fine by her.

“Aye. Well, I can see that love has been all too rare in your life.” She opened her mouth to argue but he silenced her with a raised brow. “In those cases it's not uncommon for the effects to get.. Lost in translation. Your need for intimacy has been misinterpreted as physical desire.”

“You think I need you?”

“You said it, not me.”

She scoffed at him. “Please. You couldn't handle it.”

He cocked his head at her curiously - somehow that one tiny gesture felt like a challenge. “Perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it,” he said, tapping his lips.

He was goading her, there was no other word for it. He was goading her and she was uncomfortably horny and he was talking to her about physical desire and she never could back down from a challenge. That's why she wrapped her hands around the lapels of his jacket and pulled him down to her.

Several things happened the moment their lips touched. There was a burst of magic that seemed to pulse out of their lips. The all-consuming need that she'd been feeling eased, replaced by a pleasant tingle of desire. Her theory that he would be an excellent kisser was proved right - and then some.

The kiss was both soft and powerful, tender and passionate. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and running his fingers through her hair. Somehow a simple press of his lips to hers felt more sensual and intimate and made her heart beat faster than all the teasing, innuendo, and dirty talk that they had traded. It felt more personal than all of that somehow, so much more than merely lips and tongues and teeth meeting.

When they broke apart to take a breath they stayed close. She hadn't let go of his coat, their foreheads were touching and they breathed in each other's air.

Until she remembered herself, then it was all too much. His cheeks were flushed and he was ghosting his lips over hers hoping for more. She pushed away and refused to look at him.

“That was -” he breathed.

“I think we broke the curse, or whatever that was,” she said brightly.

Her words seemed to snap him out of his haze. His eyes lost their sparkle and she felt bad immediately. “Unintended side effect - a magical mishap. ” His voice was flat.

“Like some kind of sexually transmitted demon?” she chuckled, feeling a little proud of the ridiculous joke, and hoping that it might bring back his mischievous demeanour, but he didn't react. She felt disappointed, but she decided not to dwell on it. This was just a magical mishap, as he said, one that she was happy to have resolved in such a pleasant manner. “Well, I feel nothing now, so that's good.” That wasn't strictly speaking true, but he didn't need to know that. “So, thanks for your help. Um. You can go now.”

“As you wish,” he said and vanished. She tried not to think about the fact that she probably wasn't going to see him again.

It would be ridiculous to suggest that Emma missed Killian. She barely even met him a few times when she had needed to relieve some tension. It was true that he seemed to step right out of her fantasies, but that didn't mean that she actually knew him.

Still, the next time she needed to show herself some love, she summoned to mind his image to inspire her. And if she half hoped that she would summon him in the more literal sense, that was no one else's business.

It was two weeks to the day since she last saw Killian. She was lazily reading through a magical text, eyes glossing over slightly at all the descriptions of the Amulet of Something Significant and So-and-So’s Macguffin, when she saw it: The Horn of Aphrodite. Fitting name, she sniggered to herself, remembering its intense effect on her, it certainly gave me the horn.

And Killian, another voice whispered in her head.

The Horn of Aphrodite, she read. An ancient Greek artifact bestowed upon the hero Paris by the Goddess Aphrodite to unite him with his True Love. It is said that… It took Emma a moment to register what she'd just read. It united some dude with his True Love. Right. But that had to have been a one time thing she mused, feeling an uncomfortable prickly heat spreading throughout her body. It is said that all those who handle the horn, despite Emma's alarm at the implication of what she was reading, she still smirked at that particular description, will summon their own True Love to their side.

If this artifact summons a person's True Love and if touching it had summoned Killian, that meant… Well, fuck.

“You're my True Love?” she blurted out the second he appeared.

“Believe me, I'm as surprised as you, my kind isn't exactly first in line for a happy ending. Well, not the fairytale kind at least.” He gave her with a lopsided wink and she rolled her eyes.

“Seriously? I'm having a crisis and you're making dodgy jokes?” She slumped into a chair in disgust. “Some True Love you are,” she muttered.

Killian sighed and pinched his brow. “What did you expect, love? I'm a bloody demon, not Prince Charming.” He looked at her earnestly. “I'm sorry that you have been landed with the likes of me, I'm sure you deserve better.”

Emma's heart went out to him - must be that whole True Love thing - and she patted the seat next to her. He sat down without a word. “Would it help if I told you that I always thought the prince was a bit of a dick?” He laughed out loud. “I'm serious! He's all romance and happy endings but how many princesses married Prince Charming?”

“You think it was the same Prince Charming in every tale?”

“All I'm saying is Charming is not a very common name.”

“You sound like a tough lass to woo.”

She shrugged. “Not really, just give me banging it out over a bouquet of flowers any day.”

“So shall we?” Killian turned to her, placing one arm on the back of the couch behind her head. He poked his tongue into his cheek and wiggled his eyebrows at her cheekily.

She twisted towards him. “What?”

“Bang it out?”

Emma answered him with a brief, bruising kiss. She pulled back and grinned. “I thought you'd never ask.”

She had expected a good, hard fuck, not his tongue all over her, worshipping her, easing her into her orgasm. It was lazy and tender. She felt cherished and worshiped. Usually that would be enough to make her come and run, but it felt.. pretty nice actually.

She felt a blissful calm running through her, she sleepily looked down at Killian between her legs. He was grinning at her, delighted at her obvious pleasure, it was a good look on him. She closed her eyes and relaxed back against the couch.

Dimly she was aware of him moving away from her, but it didn't fully register until he scooped her up into his arms. She squealed and flailed her arms, startled by the movement. He laughed and pulled her closer to him. “Relax, love, I'm just taking you to your room.”

“Hoping I'll return the favour?”

“I'm hoping to have you on your hands and knees while I shag you senseless and it seems like very bad form to allow my True Love to get carpet burn the first time we fuck.”

“How thoughtful.”

“So what happens next?” They lay naked and sated in bed when Emma finally asked the question she’d been thinking about ever since she first read about the Horn of Aphrodite. Killian looked over at her and lazily quirked an eye at her. “With the whole True Love thing?”

“Oh, of course.” He turned on his side to look at her properly, licking his lips. “How does a lifetime of sexual bliss sound?”

She grinned in reply. “Perfect.”

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On The Rocks - 25

Part 24 Masterlist

word count: 3557

Warning!!!: swearing and we’re getting heavy

Noah checked on me twice before going to bed and both times I was unable to keep more than a couple mouthfuls of water or if I was feeling bold some of the chicken broth I ordered from room service down. My temperature stayed at 100 which isn't bad but definitely not good either.

Noah repeated his message for me to call him before I kicked him out to get to his own room and shortly I was able to fall into a decent sleep that lasts all of 4 hours before I was up and had my head in the toilet again.

Where I am now, waiting for nausea to pass. My throat burning and my diaphragm beyond sore from the wrenching, my breathing ragged and heavy. I should definably call Noah because this doesn't feel normal even though this - isn't normal, to begin with.

Bracing my hands on the seat I roughly pushed my sore body up but the room spun in front of me as I stepped into the wall instead of out the door jostling my head back, making the world spin me round (right round).

"Fuck me," the rasp of my voice shocked me, trying to clear my throat proved even more painful than it already was earlier.

Pressing my palms on the wall I rest my forehead on the cool surface trying to re-orienting myself some before pushing off slightly using the wall as support to get into bed again. Sitting slowly onto the soft inviting bed, a wave of exhaustion setting on my shoulders.

Setting myself into pillows I stare at the landline on the side table, the number slightly blurry from the dizziness but closing one eye and squinting the other I eventually manage to dial what I hope is Noah's room.

"Hello?" A groggy male voice answered on the other side.

"Noah?" I rasped pathetically holding the phone in a death grip.

"Yeah?" He sounded like he was drifting off back to sleep again.

"It's Amelia, You said to call if things changed," I hesitated feeling bad for waking him up but this didn't feel right. There was a thump on the other end and a lot of muffling and weird sounds.

"Amelia, you still there?" His tone alert and awake-ish this time.

"uhm yeah- what happened?"

"I fell out of bed" He sounded sheepish before clearing his throat and tried to sound professional again. "What changed?"

"I'm really dizzy and - I just don't feel right," the last bit coming out quiet and slightly slurred, the mattress under me is really soft and warm - like a summer cloud.

"I'll be right down with a banana bag. It sounds like dehydration but I'll keep an eye on you," He talked more for himself than actually to me. "Are you hot?"

"Well, I think I am but I think it's a matter of ones taste," I rambled out breezily.

"I meant temperature, Amelia," He's so mean but there was a chuckled somewhere in there I could hear it. I am fun, so of course, there should be a chuckle, giggle or laugh because I'm hilarious- see I just made myself giggle.

"Amelia?" Noah's voice broke through. "Are you feeling hot?"

Pause.

Sweat is building upon my brow and various places on my body but I don't actually feel hot (probably don't look it either). "I guess," I mumbled semi-coherently.

"Yup you're delirious," I could practically see his unamused but slightly amused face he always gives me.

"You're shaking your head at me right now, aren't you?" I teased making myself giggle in delight because he doesn't protest or disagree with the statement but he did huff out a long breath on the other ended soundly slightly annoyed, he isn't my biggest fan on a regular day but not that I woke me it's probably much worse.

"Hang up the phone Amelia," Yup he hates me.

"No, you hang up," I tease.

CLICK, he hung up the phone.

Rude.

"I should probably unlock the door," I decide and will my body off the bed, resulting me to flick my body at the door with too much force. "Okay, stop walking to things, Amelia," I coach myself unlocking the door and opening it a crack before engaging the deadbolt well it's open so the door can't close. I should really give myself a high five or pat on the back for managing that in this whacked out state.

My legs wobbling like a baby giraffe with every step until I planted my butt back on the bed and re-arrange my self back into a comfortable position laying down, the covers all bunched up between my limps like a body pillow for me to cuddle relieving pressure over various parts of my aching body.

"This is me knocking," Noah's familiar voice entered the room before him pushing the door open, his hands full of medical looking things. I watch him from my huddled form, unmoving or disturbed by his arrival clad in his sweatpants and a hoodie.

He carefully set his supplies around me, going over a checklist in his hand before making a face as he surveys the room. "What's da matter?" My voice muffled by the blanket has pushed into my mouth.

"I don't know how to hang the IV," Noah Admitted looking stumped with two IV bags in his hand, one being a yellowish colour as the other is clear. Unmoving, I glance around the room the low hanging light fixture directly above our heads catches my eye.

"Hang them off the light using the hangers in the closest," Noah's eyes instantly snapped to the fixture with a scrutinizing look before he starts moving around the room again doing as I suggested, which felt nice to have enough sense left in me to help.

I start letting myself drift off as he getting everything together around me, stepping on the bed to reach the light doesn't really bother or move me much but when I felt the cold wet swipe of an alcohol wipe I groaned in anticipation.

"Don't move," Noah warns holding my hand flat on his thigh as he preps the area to be punctured by the IV needle. I clench my eyes closed as the cold sterile metal touches my skin and Noah painless inserted it into a vein on one go- thank god.

"Thank you," I mumbled eyes still closed but the sincerity was still apparent. "Sorry for waking up a- whatever ungodly hour this is," I cracked my eyes opened to less lighting and the room still spins just not as severe this time. Noah sittings right in my field of vision I have to turn my head up a little to catch the soft smile on his face before his grimaces.

" 2 am but I told you to call," He reassured setting the back of his hand on my fore feeling the temperature before moving it to move the hair from my face. " but please try to not need me so we can both sleep, yeah?" everything about him was soft right now as he drags his hand through my sweaty hair, helping me set into a calm state.

"Hopefully, I already feel like death," I sighed through my nose, My chest still sore from all of my wrenching earlier as is my throat. "I'll see you later today," Noah patted my shoulder before gathering his things quietly stopping once to ask for my room key to get in later before leaving with a soft click of the door.

Soft strokes through my hair roused me from my slumber what I hope are hours later not minutes as that's what it feels like. I could still feel the needle for the IV in my hand by the stiff feeling. The handwork gently in my gross hair but I am selfish to tell them to stop. They could probably tell by touch and sight that my hair is gross and yet they are still working through the grim consensually.

Peeping my eyes open one at a time the room is only lit by the crack in the curtains probably done by the person the hand is attached too because neither I or Noah touch them to my knowledge earlier. A large weight has set themselves behind me as they drag their hands through my hair calmly. There aren't much sounds other than our breathing and the traffic outside.

"If I was a cat I'd be purring," My voice raspy than it has ever sounded making me sound weak and pathetic. The hand in my hair halts and the body attached jerks slightly in surprise and a small gasp is hear.

"What time is it?" I make no move to find out for myself staying cuddled up with my mound of blankets, feeling slightly better than last night but in a different sense worse. The dizziness and nausea have gone away but has left my chest and throat in a lot of discomforts.

"7 am," The familiar voice was soft and definite not suppose to be here.

"Auston," I whined. "You're gonna get sick," but I don't want you to go.

"I was never here. I don't know I can get sick I was never here," He teased moving off the bed meaning his hand slips out of my hair with him. "I came by to see how you were doing and it seems like you got worse," His voice was light but shifted to a concern, I guess when he taking in the still dripping IV attached to my hand.

"I wasn't planning on waking you," That could be creepy but I cooed on the inside. Auston softly came to the bed to be in front of my face. "I also didn't plan to see this," He motions dramatically to the IV drip. "but subconsciously I kind of knew that the banana bag might be needed," His eyes fill with too many emotions to decipher.

"Thank you," I croaked weakly, half-lidded looking up at him. "but it's little creepy to watch me sleep," I teased cause the red in his cheeks to intensify.

"I was planning on coming to see what you needed. Like Gatorade, water and I also brought you this," Auston reached across to the end of the bed, producing another one his shirts. "Baggy shirts make great PJs or so I've heard," especially if they're your shirts.

"Thanks, Ah I think my shoulder is asleep," I wiggled weakly trying to shift my weight different but prove difficult with my sore body and the needle in my the back of my hand. Auston took pity on me and tried to help but just made it worse when he knocked the IV port and I hissed causing him to jump a foot away from the bed.

"I have an idea," He didn't wait for my input, he places my right hand with the port on his chest instructing me to keep it there as he tucks his arms around me and lifting me into his arms. My faces end up pressed into the crock of his neck as he-man hands me to the other side of the blanket wall on the cool untouched blankets. He arranges the pillows accordingly to support my back and neck.

There's more in his eyes than just concentration on helping me or concern- he's sad. Even though he looks like he's concentrated there is something deeper going on his head that isn't pillow placement.

"Auston, you're gonna get sick," but I have yet actually told him to leave yet. He watches with the same complex expression before sighing and closing his eyes dragging his hand over his face and through his hard.

"I'm sorry," He broke the words for physically hurting him to say. "I was such an ass to you. I totally missed the mark on you telling me about your plans to open up with Stephanie-which is a really good idea," He talked with hands, something he does when he's nervous.

"We're a lot alike Auston. We both shut off from people when we're going through our emotions. Yes, I was mad but more annoyed because you got mad at me for not letting you in and I wanted to smack you but Babs would have killed me," I managed to lighten the air between us.

"But Auston, please don't get sick to my account because again Babs will kill me," I pleaded with him again.

"Fine, I'm going," He got dramatic as he lifted his nose in mock offense and back away towards the door. "But I am going to get you more Gatorade and water," He announced nearly walking into the closet instead towards the door, turning around he was out of the door quickly.

So, I got 5 hours but feels like 5 minutes in my head, my chest throbs when I breathe so all the time and my throat feels like I swallowed sandpaper repeatedly but thankfully this new position relieves the pressure on my sore body and now I can just reach the bottle of water to my left without much trouble. I didn't bother setting it back on the table dropping it to my side once I've capped it.

Staring at the ceiling feeling more human than I have this whole trip despite the fact I have a tube attached to my right hand or maybe it's the reason I feel better. All the nutrients my body lost are being replenished by the bags hanging from the light fixture that could look alarming and strange to someone other than Noah or myself.

I could only imagine Auston's confused face when he caught sight of the rigged up IV's and my probably disgusting figure curled up in the blankets pathetically. My face pale from illness yet my cheeks tinted pink from the fever and my eyes glossy and dull. I can feel just how gross and tangled my hair is from sweating and being left matted against my head last night instead of comb out- yet Auston still ran his hands through it willingly.

Weird boy.

Noah came into my room about 15 minutes after Auston left which is probably for the best because Auston would have got an earful from the doctor about the importance of staying healthy during the playoff. I would feel horrible if he actually did get sick because of me and if Babs found out - oh god.

Noah worked on removing the IV drip first despite wanting to check my temperature and all that jazz but I was not having that I wanted the needle out. Once it out came to the thermometer in my ear and a flashlight checking the back of my throat. As soon as Noah's eyebrows furrowed I wanted to groan.

"Does your throat hurt?" He asked once he pocketed the penlight and started feeling the glands on neck and under my jaw less than gently, earning multiple groans of displeasure on my part.

"Yeah," My voice hoarse and sounded overused despite the fact I haven't been using it.

"Your esophagus is for sure inflamed from you puking over the past day but your glands aren't swollen which means you're already a lot better than you were just hours ago," Noah sighed and stepped back looking slightly stumped.

"But your temperature is still 100, I don't know if thats good or bad. I mean it's great that it didn't get worse but you're definitely showing the signs of fevers and your delirium episode with the dizziness is the most concerning because that isn't normal FLU symptoms," Noah wrote down some of the things he says as he starts to slightly pace in front of me, working through something in his head.

He stops before going to rummage through his bag for something before coming back up with a stethoscope with a frown.

"Shouldn't you of started with that Doc?" I deadpanned not enjoying this just as much as him. Noah just glared at me as he instructed me to breathe deeply and cough as he listens to my lungs and heart.

At least someone listens to me - my heart would say if it could.

"I don't hear anything abnormal," Noah says with a much lighter tone than the one he was using initially. As some of his frustration eases but mine doesn't because his hands are cold on my bare skin as he continues to listen to my body functions.

Would be a great time to burp if I could see how loud it would be for him. The rogue thought makes me smile lightly but it dies when Noah mentions something about a hospital. My whole body freezing, including my breathing which Noah can hear as he's still listening to my breathing.

"How convenient that Amelia would be in the hospital the day before she signs the papers, Maria" My father's angry voice hissed in what is suppose to be a whisper but having a booming voice such as his, it is impossible to whisper. A sharp feminine gasp is heard on the side of me across from my father.

" Luca, be reasonable here. Do you really believe I would do something like this, to our daughter?! " My mothers voice rasped as she tries to keep her volume low like my father had but both fail.

"You mean the daughter you tried to steal from," His voice broke at the end and his words got watery before clearing his throat as the grasp on my hand tightens softly- anchor his emotions.

"Luca," My mother gasped with a great offense, her hands landing on my other arm and instantly felt like flames were sparked by her grasp. My father snorts as a dry evil laugh escapes his throat.

"Of course I do," He spat with venom with little words needed probably given her his infamous glare that made me behave as a small child. Her grasp on my arm tightened painfully before releasing and her heels could be heard as she departed the room and my life.

"You're safe now, Tesoro," He pressed a soft kiss into my hair as something wet fell on my hair.

"Amelia?!" Noah's voice came through loudly all of a sudden as my memory release me from its ever painful grasp and back into reality even harder as the pain in my chest and throat seem worse than before.

Blinking dully, Noah's face invades my line of vision snapping his fingers in front of my face causing me to jerk back further into the pillows. My breathing is fast and labored as tears freely stream down my heated cheeks and down my neck, gasping loudly I kind of get control over my body as the crying turns into manageable sniffs.

"so, no hospital for you unless absolute must," Noah said softly trying to lighten the mood, it works to an extent but I still felt the effects of the panic attack holding my limps. Flashes of the buried memory haunt me when I relax but Noah's grasp on my hand- anchors me enough to get a control over my surroundings again.

"Amelia, I'm not going to ask much but Do you take anything for your anxiety or see anyone?" Noah asked seriously, holding my eyes with his as he speaks every word softly afraid to spook me- more than I already am.

"I used to see someone but never like taking anything," My voice shaky and weak, barely audible but Noah hears enough to nod but I could tell he clearly wanted to ask more but held his lip in his teeth to stop himself.

"Rest but try to get out of the room for a bit so the maids can clean the room. Maybe try to go down for breakfast and eat something small and drink tea lots of tea but don't overdo it," Noah slowly got gather his things and putting the empty IV and port into a yellow and red biohazard bag.

"I'll come back at 12 and we'll see how you are then," Noah gave me one last look of pity as I nodded along to what he says, he slips out the door again with a soft click this time leaving the key so I can leave and come back as I please.

Too many emotions cloud my brain as I stare at the ceiling feeling a whole different kind of shit but this type hurts differently. It's not physically hurting me but it weighs on my limps and drains my energy enough to feel like it's physically restraining me, the comforter laying over my legs and chest begin to feel too heavy on me. I thrash my arms to get the damn thing off me, frustrated when the fabric tangles with my legs but I continue to thrash around until I was free and gasping for air again.

I wanted to scream.

Weirdly enough for the first time, I didn't want to be alone, I wanted someone to just be there.

I needed someone here.

As if they'd have the answers to my problems.

but they could help...

They could distract you, hold you and you can maybe let yourself feel something.

#auston matthews imagine #auston matthews #on the rocks #482754

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Tranquility

Steve and Natasha enjoy their honeymoon at a secluded cabin by a lake.

Corresponding fic to @sous-le-vernis’ Lake fanart #12 and sequel to It’s Never Too Late to Say I Love You

“Is the water cold?”

“Why don’t you stick your toe in and see?”

“Mm, I’m not falling for that one, Steve. You stick your toe in first. After all, that wonderful super soldier serum should protect you from freezing if it is cold.”

Steve gave his new wife - wife, how amazing that word sounded in his head - an innocent smile. “Ladies first.”

“That won’t work on me either, honey. I think you know it’s cold and you want to have a good laugh at my expense.”

“Aw, c'mon, Nat. I’m not that kind of guy.”

“Sure. Maybe not around our team, but when you’re with me, your mischievous side comes out and I have to watch you more carefully…”

“Fine. I’ll test the water out, but it hurts that you don’t believe me.”

She smirked. “Yeah, I’m sure you’ll get over it.”

Steve took off his shirt - ah, she would never get tired of looking at his body - and went to the edge of the lake and waded in. After a handful of moments passed, he held a thumbs up to her. “The water is good. Not really cold, but cool. You can come in if you want.”

“Of course I’m coming in. I didn’t bring this swimsuit for nothing.”

Her husband silently agreed with her. The yellow one piece swimsuit that Natasha wore was very flattering and it made her skin glow. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

Natasha slid into the water, sighing in pleasure as it came up to her shoulders. “Oh, this feels great.”

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Natasha hummed and leaned her head back against his chest. “Coming to the cabin for our honeymoon was such a good idea. I love how quiet it is here.”

“Well, we had to be far away from other people. Otherwise, you’d have disturbed the peace with all of that yelling.”

“Funny, I don’t remember you being particularly quiet last night.”

“Touché,” he said with a laugh and he pressed his lips to the back of her neck.

“I love the fact that you bought this place to get away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. It’s so nice.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

“Like it? Are you kidding? I love it. As much as I’m used to the cold, I prefer being in the summer sun than freezing in the winter.”

“I second that. I hate the cold.”

Natasha understood why Steve felt that way without having to ask him why. Even though it’d been nine years since they pulled him out of the arctic, he still had a strong aversion to cold weather. She turned in his arms, facing him and kissing his lips softly. “Then I guess it’s a good thing you have me to warm you up.”

“Nat, I’m always warm around you. I wouldn’t be surprised if I broke a thermometer.”

“Mm, well, if you ever need me to play nurse…” She stroked the back of his neck and kissed him again before continuing, “just let me know.”

Steve’s pupils dilated as his wife pulled away from his arms and gave him a suggestive wink. Damn, she always knew how to work him up. “Well, seeing how hospitals are like a lucky charm for our relationship, I’d be willing to do that.”

Natasha grinned widely, remembering how they’d gotten engaged in the hospital a few months ago after she’d been shot on their dinner date. Steve wanted to talk to Natasha, but instead of wake her from her sedated sleep, Wanda helped him communicate with her by connecting his mind to hers subconsciously.

It was there that Steve and Natasha confessed their love for each other and also, became engaged. When Natasha woke up, she and Steve informed their fellow Avengers that they’d gotten engaged and the reactions had been pretty funny.

Tony thought they were joking around and demanded to see a ring, Peter got excited and hugged them both - he also told Natasha that she could be a “Mama Spider” when they had kids - Clint shared a look with Wanda and smirked - probably because he knew they’d become engaged in Natasha’s mind while everyone had been outside. Steve and Bucky argued about which one of them would be Steve’s best man.

Needless to say, it wasn’t very quiet in that hospital room after Steve and Nat made their announcement. In fact, their team raised so much ruckus that they actually got thrown out of the hospital itself. That made the day even more memorable - and hilarious.

They didn’t have to wait very long to get married, though. With help from Tony, Pepper, Maria, Wanda and even Peter, they took care of the publicity and the wedding planning itself, so within a month, Steve and Natasha were saying their vows in a lovely, private ceremony with all of their friends in attendance.

After the reception, they immediately set off to the cabin that Steve had bought several years ago after he joined the Avengers. It was a secluded place and where he’d often go when he needed a break from the superhero life. No one knew about it besides Steve and Natasha. Even though Tony had offered to send them there in his private jet, Steve kindly refused because he and Natasha wanted to get there by driving on the road.

They both enjoyed road trips and would often take them together whenever they wanted to explore and go somewhere in the states they’ve never been. Once they arrived at their destination, Natasha had piped up and became more animated than Steve had seen her before. They went on bike rides, went fishing, had several nature hikes and climbed trees in the forest behind the cabin.

Steve hadn’t felt so young and alive before in his life and it made him feel brighter to know that his wife brought that feeling out in him. It was something that he loved and would always love about her.

Natasha hummed lightly to herself and stroked Steve’s hand with her own. The peacefulness of this shared moment between them was something that she knew she would seek out with him many times in the future and cherish it like nothing else.

As much as she liked being in his arms, though, Natasha was in the mood to liven things up. “Hey, I’ll race you to the pier.”

“You want to race?”

“Yes, it’ll be so much fun!” Natasha tugged his arm, grinning.

It was kind of cute, seeing the expression on her face. Steve already knew he was going to give in just from looking at her. “Tsk, alright, but don’t get mad at me when I beat you, okay?”

“Oh, you think you’re gonna beat me?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that.

“Eh…well, Nat. I am stronger than you, so it’s likely that I’ll end up winning.”

The redhead raised an eyebrow at him. “How incredibly sexist of you, Steve. You think you can beat me just because I’m a woman?” She had to fight not to smile because it really was so much fun teasing him.

“Wha? No, no! That’s not what I meant!” His cheeks began to flush a bright red. “I only meant that since I have the super soldier serum and you don’t, you’d be at a disadvantage. That’s all.”

“Huh. I suppose you have a point, but let’s race first and see what the outcome is.” She waded a few more feet away from him and waited for him to position himself. Once he did, playfully rolling his eyes, she grinned again. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

“We’ll go on the count of three. One…two…three!”

They both took off immediately, swimming as quickly as they could to the other side of the lake. For normal people, it would take several minutes to reach the pier, but Steve and Natasha were both Avengers and in prime condition.

It took roughly forty-eight seconds for their race to finish and to Steve’s surprise, Natasha beat him by a hair.

“Ha!” She shouted and splashed him with water. “Who’s cocky now, Mr. Super Soldier Serum? I don’t even have it and I still beat you!”

“Yeah, yeah. You barely beat me. One second’s difference and I would have won."He sounded sulky and it just made Natasha laugh harder.

"But you didn’t!” Natasha giggled and put her arms around his shoulders, blowing air on his neck. “Say you were wrong!”

“What? No way.”

“Say it or I won’t kiss you anymore.”

“Okay, that’s cheap blackmail, Nat. Besides, we both know that you couldn’t resist staying away from me for too long.”

She reached under the water and snapped his swim shorts.

“Hey!”

“Just admit you were wrong and I’ll stop bothering you about it.” Natasha refused to let up and she nibbled Steve’s ear playfully.

“Fine! I was wrong. You were right.” The words came out in an annoyed tone, but Natasha didn’t care. Steve was very stubborn when it came to admitting defeat.

“There, now. Was that so hard?”

Steve sighed and looked up at the sun. It was covered by clouds and there was a nice cool breeze in the air. “No.”

“Now stop acting like such a baby. I’m sure there’s a lot of other things you can beat me at anyway.” Natasha pecked his ear, then she hoisted herself out of the water by placing her hands on the pier and pulling up. “I’ll go get lunch.”

That got Steve’s attention. “Lunch?”

“Yeah, I figured we’d both be hungry after a swim, so I made us some sandwiches and salad. There’s also iced tea because I know how addicted you are to that stuff and there’s lemonade, too.” She jogged to the cabin and pulled a basket out from a hidden spot near some vegetation that covered the beige coloured container.

When she came back to the pier, she sat down, letting her feet dangle in the water. “Come on. Everything is still cold because this basket has a special lining that keeps temperature for five hours. So we won’t have to worry about soggy bread or melted ice.”

Steve’s eyes widened when he saw the delicious food she began to take out of the basket. As he joined her on the pier, he said, “That was so thoughtful of you, Nat. Thank you. I am pretty hungry after that swim. Guess I should have had a heavier breakfast.”

“Heavier than four pancakes, five eggs, six pieces of bacon, six sausages, four hash browns and three pieces of toast?”

He shrugged innocently. “A growing boy’s gotta eat.”

“True, but you are definitely not a boy anymore. You’re a man.” She handed him a sandwich and he started unwrapping it.

“Oh, I’m glad you noticed,” he replied with a wink, nudging her with his elbow.

Natasha smiled and shook her head. Even though she acted like his silliness was annoying, she really did love it. Steve had really opened up and grown from the serious man she’d met on the SHIELD helicarrier all of those years ago. “Goofball.”

“But I’m your goofball.”

“You certainly are.” Natasha watched her husband take a sip of his tea and smile up at her. The wind blew his blond locks around his forehead and he looked so happy there, so content. She felt a tug in her heart the same way she did when they looked into each other’s eyes on their wedding day. “Steve?”

“Yeah, Nat?”

“Thank you…”

He furrowed his brow in confusion. “You’re welcome, but for what?”

“For being such a wonderful partner and asking me out last year. I’ve been happier ever since you came into my life and if I’d known that being with you as your wife, would feel like this, I would have proposed first ages ago.”

Steve blinked in surprise. “If anyone should be grateful, it’s me. You’ve enriched my life as much as I have yours. I couldn’t imagine not having you in it.”

Tears filled Natasha’s eyes and she smiled at him as they fell past her cheek. “Oh, Steve.” She bent down to pull her husband close, pressing a loving kiss to his lips and entwining their fingers.

They stayed like that for a while, simply holding each other in a warm embrace. Eventually, they would pull apart and continue to eat their meal, but Natasha would never let go of Steve’s heart and neither he, hers. They were bound together by love and trust.

Forever.

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