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idyllic-ghost · 2 years

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title: Soft pairing: beomgyu x afab!fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, smut warnings: wet dreams, dry humping, beomgyu is a tits guy (you can't argue against this), oral (f receiving), protected sex synopsis: waking up next to you always felt like a blessing to beomgyu, especially when he can show just how much he appreciates you wordcount: 1.8k taglist:

rating: 18+

request: beomgyu is our pisces bc I love him and so do u :) key-points: half asleep morning sex, it feels like a dream, he had a very very vivid dream and now your making it come true for him, it’s sweet and feels like clouds and dewy mornings

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You woke up to the sound of rain smattering against the window. It was soft, barely audible, and pleasant to wake up to. Much like the softness of the rain, your boyfriend's arms were softly wrapped around your torso. His head was on your chest, and you brought your hand up to the back of his head to keep him there. There was a great need in you to keep him as close as possible. It must have been because you hadn't seen him for so long. Between practice and award shows, he hardly had time to come visit you - no matter how much he complained about it.

Beomgyu stirred in his sleep as your fingers moved through his hair. It was too cold outside the covers, and he moved closer to you to steal some of your warmth. You watched as his nose scrunched up and his eyes shut tighter. He was waking up.

"Gyu? Wake up, baby." You petted his head as he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Why..." He groaned and held you tighter.

"Breakfast?"

"I don't want breakfast."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"No," he grumbled. "I want to stay here."

His voice was raspy and his eyes were still shut. If you ever wanted to do something during the day, then you would have to get him up right now. He had a tendency to spend hours in bed with you if you didn't manage to get him up as soon as he woke up. It wasn't a bad habit, you definitely enjoyed it, but neither of you had time for it today.

"What if I make you your favorite breakfast?" you murmured. "Would you get up then?"

With a quiet groan, Beomgyu got on top of you. His elbows leaned on either side of your stomach, and his face was right above your chest. You let him have his moment and laid still on your back. One of his hands went under your sleep shirt, feeling the warm and plush skin of your stomach.

"So I can have you?" he asked with a lazy grin.

"Me?" Your face flushed.

"Yeah." He lifted up your shirt slightly and pressed a kiss to your stomach. "You."

You let out a shuttering breath as he kissed down your abdomen, over your hips, and to your soft thighs. This wasn't a part of your plan to get him out of bed, but you were really appreciating this turn. However, you were starting to wonder what had gotten into him.

"But you wanted breakfast, no?" he stopped.

You narrowed your eyes at him, as a childish grin played on his lips. This is just like him. He has the nerve to make you horny this early in the day, and then tease you for it as if it wasn't hist fault.

"Beomgyu..." You sighed. "Could you please not do that today?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, that's the problem," you said. "Why are you even doing this?"

He leaned over you, resting his head on your chest once again. Beomgyu pouted, trying to make you feel some pity for him. It was actually working, but maybe just because he looked so cute.

"I had a dream - a nice dream - and you woke me up from it," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You patted his head. "I still don't understand why that would make you want to start something."

"Because the dream was about you," he said quietly. "And I just wanted to continue what was happening in the dream."

Beomgyu shifted so that he could look up at you. Beneath his seemingly innocent facade, laid lust deep in his eyes. You took note of his hard length against your leg as he subtly started to grind against you.

"Tell me what it was about," you said as you cupped his cheek in your palm.

"We were in bed, like this, but you were on top of me." He breathed out shakily. "And you didn't have this on..."

He played with the hem of your shirt again, trying to lift it up higher and higher.

"Do you want me to take it off?" you asked.

"Yes, please," he said almost cutely, and it felt so out of place for the position you were in.

You sat up, making Beomgyu sit up as well. He was straddling one of your legs as you took off the shirt over your head. As soon as you had thrown the shirt aside, his hands went to your chest to squeeze your boobs. A mischievous giggle left his lips, and you laughed at him.

"Why do you like them so much?" you asked.

"They're boobs?" he said as if that would clarify everything. "They're soft and it feels nice... this is okay, right?"

"It's okay." You nodded with a delicate laugh.

Beomgyu leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours. He pecked your lips first, smiling at the way you kept your eyes closed, and the way your mouth formed into a pout as a way of asking for more. So he leaned back in, giving you a real kiss. You fell back onto the bed and Beomgyu followed. He pushed his knee between your legs, giving you some relief. You let out a pleased sigh when his lips started to travel down your neck and to your collar bones.

"You're so lovely..." he muttered unprompted against your skin. "So pretty, so admirable, so smart, and wonderful."

A laugh bubbles up from your stomach. He looked into your eyes. In his beautiful brown eyes, you found ocean waves crashing against a rocky shore during a slightly chilly morning. He was both the warmest light felt during the summer evenings and the comforting darkness of a winter morning. Beomgyu was the moon and the stars, but also the rippling water of a shimmering stream. And when he looked at you, you were at a loss for words. No matter that these images appeared in your mind as soon as you saw him because you could never describe them to him.

"Do you really think so highly of me?" you asked with a teasing smile.

"Of course I do." He planted another kiss on your lips.

"You're such a softie." You giggled and gently hit his chest.

He grabbed your hand and kept it to his chest. Right above his heart, he pressed your palm flat. There, you felt his heart beat quicker than you could have imagined. He smiled at you, and you kissed it away.

"Did me being sappy ruin the mood?" he asked quietly.

"No, not at all."

"Good."

His hand grazed your side with a feather-like touch. It ghosted over your thigh, his fingertips barely touching you. After a few more kisses down your neck and chest, he sat up and took off his shirt. Like you had before, he threw it somewhere in the room without much forethought. You sat up as well, your hands immediately touching his bare chest. He grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing each palm before capturing his face with your hands. When your hands were secured on his face, he grabbed your thighs and dragged you closer to him. You now sat with your legs on either side of his, as he was sitting on his knees.

"Can I touch you?", he asked.

You hummed, and with that, he brought his hand to your clothed core. At first, he only cupped you and gently caressed the area. But then his middle and ring finger became focused on your clit. Quiet whimpers formed from your lips at his gentle and slow pace. When a wet patch started to form on your panties, and your breath grew heavier, Beomgyu moved you to lay down again. You lifted your hips and let him pull the last garment off of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your hip before he delved into your pussy. It wasn't messy like it usually was. This time he was precise. He knew what he wanted. And as you grew louder in volume, and you started getting wetter than before, he pulled away. You pouted at him, but you didn't have much time to say anything. Beomgyu pressed a kiss on your lips before turning the two of you around, letting you straddle him. With a small grin, you started to grind against his still-covered erection.

"Let me take these off first," he grumbled.

You got off him and went to the bedside table. In one of the drawers, you got out a condom and ripped it open. When you turned back to Beomgyu, he had already taken off his boxers and pumped himself up a few times. You took out the rubber and pushed it on his length.

"Come on, I'm getting restless..." Beomgyu huffed.

"Okay, okay, just wait a second." You giggled as you lined yourself up with him.

When you sank down on him, the two of you let out a unanimous moan. His hands went to hold your thighs, squeezing the flesh there. As you adjusted to him, you slowly started to bounce. In Beomgyu's eyes, you were the prettiest you ever had been at this moment. Your hair was a mess, you had a pleased yet somehow wicked smile, and your soft skin was all on display for him. A buzzing sensation built up in your lower stomach. And even though you felt so amazing, your legs were getting increasingly tired. Your movements grew sloppy, and your climax faded away from you.

"I'm too tired for this..." You groaned and leaned on his chest, subtly grinding on him.

"Do you want me to take over?" Beomgyu asked.

"Please?" You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He nodded and turned the two of you around. With your back on the mattress, he intertwined his hands with yours before he started thrusting into you again. Even your hands are soft, and Beomgyu stops to take in the feeling for a moment. It's only when you start to whine for him to move that he does so.

"You're so demanding..." Beomgyu teased between grunts. "Constantly need to be stuffed with my cock, huh?"

"Please, I'm so close..." you breathed out.

Beomgyu hums, and shifts to bring your legs over his shoulders. Now he was going even deeper, and with his fast pace, you couldn't hold it in for much longer. Neither of you said much more, instead letting your moans and whimpers speak for you. You came first, squeezing around his cock while Beomgyu rubbed lazy circles on your clit. And while you were riding out your high, he came as well. His body leaned on yours, pressing you into the mattress. You had regained some consciousness and wrapped your arms around him. Your fingers traced figures around his back.

"Thank you, Gyu..." you whispered against the top of his head, where you placed a few kisses.

"You're so very welcome..." he muttered against your skin, and you know he means it in a cocky way but it's difficult to get that across when snuggling into someone's chest. "Could we go back to sleep now?"

"No, baby, we have things to do," you hummed. "The breakfast offer still stands."

"I'll make it with you," he answered and finally gets off of you to lay on his back. "Just give me a minute."

You get up and wobble towards the bathroom, and Beomgyu watches you with a teasing smile. But he doesn't say anything because you have just offered him breakfast, and he doesn't want to risk that.

The sound of rain still echoes against the windows, and Beomgyu takes a deep breath to take it all in before he gets up and discards the condom. He puts on a clean set of lounge-wear and prepares a pile of clothes for you as well. And while he waits for you to get to the kitchen, he prepares everything he needs to make the perfect breakfast.

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levmada · 2 years

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Hey Gee! Congrats on 1k! Im so happy whenever I see you on my dash 💛. For the 1k event, Im feeling of Kitty Levi (domestic?) hurt/comfort: "I'm not leaving you, [name]." Bc i cant help but hc kitty levi with abandonment issues 🥲 hope you have a good year ahead! 💛

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omg thank you🥺i loved writing this one it's very appreciated💞sending love

content/warnings: insecure Levi, implied past abuse, domestic, hybrids+heat (kind of) (kitty levi), hurt/comfort, hyper-vigilance, some angst

wc: ~1.4k

Light from the TV casts light through the dark of the living room and across your and Levi’s faces.

His eyes are on the screen, but the screen might as well be dark, and he might as well be alone. His ears idle, twitching lazily.

It’s been one year, almost, since you’ve shared your home with him… but maybe half that since he warmed up to the idea of someone caring about him without—conditions. Someone who wants him not for a fetish, or a pet, just...

You giggle at something on the screen and he blinks out of his stupor, eyes darting around to make sense of whatever just happened.

Usually, he wouldn’t care so much.

“Levi, Do you wanna put on something different?”

“Why?”

You turn sheepish. “It doesn’t seem like you’re… having fun.”

“No,” he replies, a little too fast. “I am. Having fun.”

His stomach drops when you pause it, then push your blanket off.

For some time he’s reverted into isolating his personal space. It’s not like he is the most affectionate of his kind (he learned not to be, because owners never shared Levi’s more innocent intentions), but the distance, despite how much he craves it, is safe. He has disciplined himself to not need to rub up against you, and to not be tricked into feeling protected when you say what you say and do what you do.

“Are you okay?” A warm palm comes up and settles on his cheek, but he turns away, fluffed ears flattening.

This is bad. You got onto him a little this morning because he had been cleaning so damn much that his hands were starting to turn red, and blister. Now he is worse, acting out again.

He knows you’re not cruel, never, and he knows you know him well enough to tell when he’s stressed, but not what about. When will you hit your breaking point?

Then you reach up and pet down his low ears, and it instantly calms him so that he flinches away. His tail bristles.

“Going to bed.” Levi forces the words out and shoots up before you can say anything else.

You share a bed, but there is a guest bedroom he used to use, and has gotten into the habit of using again since he realized what day was coming up. On the first night, you peeked in and asked if he was alright, and Levi said fine, he was alright. He was fine.

He gets it, that he is neglecting giving you the attention you always give him. At least half of the reason he has been working so hard around the house is to compensate for that.

(His kind aren’t allowed… jobs, in the conventional sense, and you work hard.)

Under the duvet, his cheek pressed to a cool pillow, he curls up and feels the darkness eat at him. He doesn’t feel like anything more than a bad emotion. He has been bad, by all accounts. Bad and bad and bad.

A solid knock on the door at some point in this strange stream of time jolts him even though he wasn't sleeping.

Light from the hall darkens your visage when you peek in. “You didn’t have any dinner, want me to make you something?”

His chest twists violently, and so he rolls over to face the wall. His mouth feels like a desert.

“Not hungry,” he replies. He isn't.

“Okay.” It sounds like you're letting him down gently. “See you in the morning, baby.”

“…’night.”

The next morning, Levi wakes up early to the heat pelting off his skin, suffocated by the blankets.

With a raspy grunt he kicks them off, rolls onto his belly, and shoves his face in the rumpled pillow. He rubs his cheek into it madly, at random, for something, but in his fog he only smells detergent and faint traces of his own shampoo. A keening noise vibrates his throat.

He shoves himself up into a sit, and nudges his legs together. A grimace twists his expression.

His heat isn’t here, not quite yet, but he feels the haze in the outskirts of his mind, that faint buzzing creeping down his limbs.

Where are you? part of him whines, then remembers.

Cursing, standing, Levi manages somehow to fly through his morning routine and bolt downstairs. At this time, you won’t be awake yet, so he can make breakfast before his heat starts, and then lock himself away in the guest bedroom, or even better, a closet.

He has faced all his heats up until a year ago alone, or as alone as he could get. One more wont kill him, but it will be fucking agony.

Morning light glides over his hands as he starts up coffee for you, and then pulls out the kettle for his tea. That (so soon) is when his limbs grow languid and heavy, and he has to stop at the counter to brace himself.

A pinched sense of longing sits in his chest. He closes his eyes.

The soft, even steps descending the stairs doesn’t register until it is too late, and there you stand in the doorway, watching him with a troubled look that tugs your lips down.

His shoulders hunch. “Go away.”

You say his name full of tenderness. All you offer him is that care.

He’s already weak, weak for you, when you approach and your arms come up around his waist from behind. It is like being swallowed. What does he do?—How does he escape?

Your head drops on his shoulderblade, massaging the other side in soft motions, and he melts with a swallowed mewl. Heat is so fucking close he can taste it.

You notice. “Do you really want me to go away?”

He swallows hard. By your calf, his tail twitches, even though his ears lay flat. You take that as an answer.

“Why’re you pulling away so much, hm?” You sway gently. “You know… the bed’s been cold without you; I miss you. Tell me what I'm doing wrong, and I’d do better for you. I want you to be comfortable.”

He shifts, almost squirming. My bed has been cold, he wants to say. Make me stop.

“You haven’t been keeping track,” he manages.

“Keeping track...?”

His jaw moves helplessly as your hand follows down his spine, and massages the small of his back. He’s craving, but he doesn’t know what. An inevitable tell for his heat incoming.

What if you’re bluffing? he can't help but think, despite himself. What if the paperwork just hasn’t arrived yet, and you forgot?

His ears lay flat and firm, like downturned airplane wings. “A year. Since you’ve had me. Did you really not know that’s when you can get rid of me for free?"

The adoption program, it allows a certain trial period around the first year mark. Before that, and after, you would have to pay to get rid of him.

In the past, his owners didn’t wait that long, but you aren’t that wealthy, which he liked about you from the start. That is also what makes this terrifying.

The air is eerily still for too long. He pants and squirms harder, caught between the urge to escape and fall right into you. Are you shocked?—Or caught in the deceit?

“If you're sick of me—”

“Levi—”

“—just say that.”

“Levi.”

That tone. He freezes.

You sigh. Instead of letting him go, you squeeze him to your front and kiss his hairline, then his cheek. “What in the world made you think I was sick of you?”

His jaw locks and jams, teeth grinding from the fear-feeling up high in his chest. It’s hard to think.

“Didn’t,” he whispers.

He is so afraid, because he has never been wanted for this long. Being kissed at breakfast and indulged by buying teas, and being allowed to hold and be held after fucking.

But it has never felt that way with you, either. You make it so scary in a way he can’t get enough of.

You kiss his hair and ask, “Why’re you so afraid?”

He finds himself rendered mute, like his tongue has gone too swollen for him to say a single word. Mind blank.

He whines instead, rubbing back against you; his heat is almost on top of him now.

“Poor baby… I’m not leaving you, Levi. That's the last thing I want.”

“I…” He leans into the warm kisses pelting his neck. “What’s the first thing?”

“Your heat’s about to start,” you say into his jaw, warm fingers prodding up underneath his sweater. “What do you think?”

“Please—make me stop, just.”

“Then c’mere.” You pull on him. “Come with me.”

Enter the event here!

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healersadjust · 2 years

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"pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late" for sleepy prompts please :3

Hi!!!!!! Thank you so much for the ask, I’m sorry it took me so long!!!!!!

As soon as Aki gets out of bed, she is wide awake and ready for whatever is thrown at her. She could fight gods mere moments after she leaves her bedroom, even if she was still in her sleep clothes.

However, that does not mean she is a morning person. Far from it- she would rather sleep the entire day if she could. Waking her up is a nightmare, a stark contrast to her behavior once she is up and moving.

G’raha has the schedule of a scholar. He always has- late to sleep, early to rise. Aki has gotten him into the habit of going to sleep earlier, but even Aki’s most adorable pleas haven’t swayed his morning habits.

Well… Most days.

“Good morning,” G’raha spoke softly. The sun had barely risen, and while he would enjoy letting Aki sleep in… But they agreed to a meeting in Ala Mhigo, and they were still in Sharlayn.

“Nooooooo…” Aki rolled over, wrapping her arms around G’raha’s waist. “No mornin’. Just… Sleep.”

G’raha chuckled. “We have a meeting, dear star.” He gently ran his fingers through her tangled hair.

Aki buried her face in his chest, muffling her words. “Damn meetings anyway.”

As amusing as she was, they were on a tight schedule. And, as he recalls, Aki had told him last night not to let her trick him into sleeping in. Last night, she knew how important the meeting was…

But looking down at her slowly tangling herself with him, it would seem she forgot.

“Aki~” he spoke in a sing song voice, shaking her shoulder. Her brow furrowed as her peaceful rest was being interrupted. She let out a sound of protest, as her tail wrapped it’s way around his own.

“No, it’s time to wake up.” G’raha tried speaking firmly, as he did when he took the role of the Crystal Exarch. On most days, that last resort was enough to rouse her, but Aki was determined to keep them both in bed.

“I suppose I’ll have to go to this meeting myself-“ he tried wiggling his way out of her hold, only to find her stiffening up. She didn’t squeeze him exactly, but she left him no room to escape.

He huffed as he relaxed once more. “We’re going to be late, Aki.”

“Don’t care.”

“Even if it means they send Krile or Tataru after you?”

“They don’ scare me.”

“Oh, I see,” G’raha brought his head back down to the pillow. “Well, we must come to some sort of agreement.”

“Hmmm…” Aki relaxed her arms just enough to where he could get comfortable again. “Like what?”

G’raha began to pet her hair, watching the defiant strands poke themselves back up as soon as his hand moved. “Like… five more minutes, but you have to pay attention during the meeting?”

Aki hummed. “I’ll humor you.”

As good as fair as he I’ll get, G’raha thought as he gave in.

He initially planned on keeping himself awake for the five minutes. Perhaps hum a gentle tune to keep himself from falling asleep. But when she began purring once more, his eyes slid closed for a moment too long… And he was done for.

When G’raha awoke, the sun was in an entirely different position in the sky. He threw himself from the bed, startling Aki awake in the process. They both glanced at the clock before making eye contact…

“Shit!”

#v time bb #graha x wol #aki mitsuo #HIIIIIII ITS NOT EVEN ANGSTY FOR ONCE #can you believe it?????#i thought of many ways i could make it sad but i am not a one trick pony #i have at least 2

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stcries · 1 year

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10 facts about my characters, accepting !

@allnostalgic wrote: 10 facts about rin !

1. this one came to me first. because rin grew up partially in australlia, he has a fondness for nature. this includes being out in the bush, going on hikes, or even just the smell of fresh grass or the saltiness of the ocean. it’s very relaxing for him, something that is a huge stress reliever for him. sometimes, if he gets stressed, he’ll go for a walk by himself, immersing himself in the wilderness away from other people for a short while.

2. rin is a very heavy sleeper. he puts his heart and soul into each and every day, so by the end of it all, he’s usually quite tired. whilst he does tend to go to sleep pretty early, he can quite easily fall into an incredibly deep sleep. be warned if you try to wake him up, as you may end up getting an elbow in your side via him doing it subconsciously. he’s also not a morning person, he stays sluggish for a long time in the morning before finally waking up properly.

3. despite having a rough exterior around most people, rin absolutely crumbles when it comes to romance. this man couldn’t stop fumbling over his words if he tried, and his face usually ends up the same colour or at least close to the same as his hair. he’s awkward most of the time around both his crushes and his partners, which may usually lead for them to take charge.

4. he has a soft spot for almost all animals, but specifically domesticated pets, like cats and dogs. this is because of his family’s cat, steve, as well as his australlian family’s pet dog, winnie. they have helped him through terrible points in his life, which further raises his appreciation. in the future, he definitely gets a pet of his own, but what it is has yet to be known. in his free time, he takes in and fosters strays.

5. because of his friendship with sousuke, rin has learned a few cooking skills from his friend. whilst he is by no means a master chef, he knows how to handle himself in the kitchen instead of sticking to microwavable foods. he cooks most of his own meals, mainly to keep his physique in top condition for his swimming career, but he dabbles into junk food from time to time, or if he’s had a rough day.

6. this one’s a bit random, but i can imagine rin with darker roots in his hair. it’s not a drastic change, but the roots of his hair is noticeably darker than the longer parts of his magenta locks. this isn’t died, it’s just his naturally occuring hair, and it’s rather unexplainable.

7. he ABSOLUTELY has pierced his ears before, and still has them in. they’re nothing more than simple black studs most of the time, but he still loves them none the less. he also never leaves the house without some form of jewelry on, be it a watch, bracelet, necklace or something completely different. he also frequently paints his nails.

8. because of his difficulty making friends as a child, rin tends to act more aggressive towards others in order to gain respect from them. to him, it still works, because nobody seems to mess with him anymore, but it also makes him less approachable because of his intimidating aura. however, if people take the time to get to know him, he’s a huge sweetheart underneath that shell.

9. has a habit of chewing on things because of his sharper teeth. most of the time, this includes things like pens and pencils. he sometimes accidentally bites the inside of his mouth as well, but he’s gotten used to it by now. he used to be very insecure about his teeth when he was a child, but has since embraced them.

10. despite his rough exterior, he does have a soft spot for cute things. when he gets his friends presents or trinkets, they usually include some kind of comical soft toy or figurine and other things of the same form. and yes, he absolutely has a plush toy shark that he’s kept since he was quite young, and it’s a comfort item for him. it’s a rather secretive thing for him, and he actively hides it from those even most close to him, not wanting to be seen as weak.

#・ ˖ ✦ ⋄ . HEADCANONS ❝ rin matsuoka. ❞#allnostalgic #I HAD A FEELING YOU'D SEND ONE OF THESE IN FOR HIM #he's a fairly new muse so most of these were pulled out of my ass but MEH #squishes his cheeks.....i love him sm

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spaceskam · 3 years

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Pretty Little Picture (3/3)

okay so TECHNICALLY this was for day 3 of @malex-cupid but then ice robbed me of my wifi for like two days. So here is now. Whoops. (thanks for reading!)

warning for mild sexual content which i forgot to say at the beginning of the last chapter my b

ao3

Alex woke up to a heavyweight on his spine.

It took him a few moments to register it and he had to crane his neck a bit, but, sure enough, Michael was passed out against his back. His cheek was smushed against it and he was definitely drooling a little bit, but Alex didn’t mind. With a sigh, he let his head fall back against the pillow.

His eyes closed as he thought about the night before. About kissing and touching every inch of him that he could. Neither of them really anticipated that, so they didn’t have lube to do anything too strenuous, but they definitely managed to have fun regardless. Maybe it was too early, but he didn’t regret it. It felt good and they worked weirdly well together.

However, the peace of it all only lasted a few minutes before Michael’s alarm started to go off.

“Why does the world hate me?” Michael whined, slowly peeling himself off of Alex to go turn it off. In that time, Alex flipped onto his back. It didn’t stop Michael from falling right back down onto his chest. “You don’t have any chest hair.”

“Good morning to you too, I guess,” Alex laughed, raking his hands through Michael’s fucked up hair. They needed a shower. They were going to take one the night before, but they very quickly got distracted. “I shave it or get it waxed, it gets itchy.”

“Really?” Michael said, scratching his chest gently, “Mine doesn’t.”

“I think it really only starts getting itchy once you’ve started shaving it. Like Liz says she doesn’t get how Max has such hairy legs without it being itchy because hers get that way if she tries to go more than a week,” Alex explained, yawning halfway through. Michael hummed thoughtfully and then turned to prop his chin upon his chest.

“Sounds plausible,” Michael decided. Alex hummed softly, letting his eyes slip closed out of pure selfish reasons. He was warm and comfortable and he didn’t want to get up. “We can stay in bed a little later if you want. Brunch instead of breakfast, remember.”

“How long until then? ‘Cause we both need showers,” Alex pointed out. Michael shifted, moving up a bit more until Alex sensed him just hovering above. He opened his eyes slowly to look at him.

“Two hours,” Michael said softly, eyes drifting across his face, “But we could take one together. Save water and time.”

Alex huffed a laugh, rubbing his hand up and down his arm before leading it up to his neck.

“Genius.”

“Yeah.”

Michael moved down, kissing him much slower than he had the night before. He let the rest of his body press up against Alex which made it very clear he hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. Alex had at least remembered boxers.

“You’re so warm,” Alex said fondly, his hand gliding over his broad shoulders and the dip of his back.

Michael smiled softly, his nose nudging against Alex’s before his tongue made its way into his mouth without hesitation. Alex tugged him closer and kissed him deeper, not quite ready to let him go. He didn’t think he’d ever be ready to let him go.

Alex wasn't sure how long they laid there just kissing as if they did this all the time. Maybe they could make it a new habit because it was just... nice. Nice to wake up and have him there and have full reign.

Michael was his roommate. They'd lived together for three years. How the hell hadn't this occurred to him before? And this... this wasn't even a stupid crush that he had because Michael was doting on him. He liked him. He *wanted this.

However, Alex managed to keep his expectations low despite his desires being high. They fell into bed the night before under the understanding that this was just a one-time thing, friends helping friends, they were already pretending to date and so why not? That was the precedent. Alex couldn't and wouldn't expect more.

"Do you know what today is?" Michael asked as he broke the kiss and slowly started leaving soft pecks down his neck. Alex snorted.

"Don't be cheesy."

"It's Valentine's day," he said anyway, "I didn't get you anything."

"I didn't expect you to get me anything."

"Well, that makes me a bad boyfriend," Michael hummed, lifting himself up just enough to look at him in the eye, "So what do you want?"

"You really don’t wanna ask me that,” Alex whispered, eyes training on his mouth. He put his hand on Michael’s cheek and let his thumb graze his bottom lip. Michael took a shaky breath.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” Alex said as he took a deep breath and watched Michael follow his thumb with his tongue, “Might make you fall in love with me.”

Michael huffed a laugh, smiling wider by the second. Alex liked the way it felt. He liked how all of this felt.

“Alex,” he said, shaking his head a bit. Alex raised an eyebrow but didn’t get to say anything before Michael started gravitating down. “Alex. Tell me what you want.”

Alex replaced his thumb with his lips, breathing him in. He arched his back into him and reveled in the feeling of skin on skin. How had he not wanted this before the weekend?

Simple, he realized after a few seconds of thought, he had wanted it before. He just didn’t notice that it was an option. And, it wasn’t. Not really. This was temporary. But, God, it felt good.

“This. I just want this,” Alex said, voice barely a whisper and somehow still a beg.

Michael, ever the obedient caretaker, slipped his hand behind his back while the other went to his knee and hiked his leg up onto his hip. Alex’s hand slipped into his hair and kissed him deeper. He swallowed every noise he made.

Alex had known he was gay for as long as he could remember. He’d hooked up with boys from all walks of life since he moved for college: pretentious young artists, bratty trust-fund babies, a couple of football players who weren’t out yet, and a rich 50-year-old who very clearly had a lot of experience. None of it held a candle to this, to Michael kissing him and grinding against him and choosing this over spending time making good impressions.

That almost made it more surreal, that he was choosing this. He could’ve woken up awkward, could’ve blamed it on the wine, but he instead kissed and touched Alex more. It felt like he was being lit on fire from the inside in the best way.

Michael moved his hand between them, palming Alex over his boxers with no shame.

“I can’t believe we, two adult queer men, didn’t fucking bring lube or more than the one condom you had stuffed in your duffle bag,” Alex groaned, feeling a bit lightheaded as Michael didn’t stop. He just laughed softly, rocking against him.

“It’d been a little presumptuous if we had, don’t you think?” Michael asked. Alex genuinely, from the bottom of his heart, didn’t give a fuck about being presumptuous anymore. “I mean, if you wanna try, we can‒”

“Nope.”

Michael laughed, “You didn’t even hear what I was gonna say!”

“I know you. Spit only works if you want it to hurt,” Alex said. Michael huffed a laugh, tongue flicking across Alex’s lips because that’s apparently something he thought was a calm and collected thing to do.

“Fair enough. But if you wanna‒”

“No, nope,” Alex laughed, slapping his hand over his mouth. Michael beamed at him. “I’m not so impatient that I’ll risk a trip to the hospital. And we still don’t have a condom, so I can wait.”

Michael twisted his head until Alex moved it off his mouth, favored the feeling of raking it through his hair. His face went all soft in response like a cat that sincerely wanted to be pet. Alex scratched his scalp for extra measure.

“Fine,” Michael hummed, “We can wait.”

And Alex was quite sure he was going to fucking explode at this point. Waiting implied it was going to happen again and not when they were in this little bubble where they were boyfriends, but when they got home and were back to normal.

“Let’s go take a shower,” Alex said softly, needing to stay busy before he got his hopes up too high.

Michael nodded and got up slowly, leaving him with a few more kisses before he climbed out of bed. He stretched up and Alex took in the shape of him. His muscular back, his long torso, his tan skin, his nice ass.

He was so completely and utterly fucked.

“Okay, wait, how do you do this?”

“It’s not hard.”

“Clearly it is because I have no idea how you make it look good.”

Alex was grinning so wide it hurt as he watched Michael through the mirror. Michael had taken ahold of the blow dryer in the middle of Alex drying his hair and did it for him, combing through it and everything. When it got the pair Alex usually just pulled it back into a little ponytail and ruffled what didn’t fit, Michael got that intense look on his face and his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he tried to figure it out. Alex was giddy as he tied it back, decided it looked wrong, and took it down over and over.

“My hair is short, it’s not going to be perfect,” Alex said. When he’d gotten it cut the last time, they’d cut it to be chin-length (three inches shorter than requested) and he was still dealing with the consequences of not just driving down to Roswell to have Maria do it. “Just take your thumbs, try to get an even amount from both sides, and tie up the top half.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing.”

“And it’s looked fine. I’m gonna have to wash my hair all over again if you don’t stop soon,” Alex teased. Michael scrunched up his nose irritably and rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried one more time. It looked nearly identical. “See? It looks fine.”

“How do you make yourself look so good? I’d be jealous if I didn’t get the benefit of looking at you every day,” Michael said. Alex rolled his eyes, but couldn’t deny the warm feeling that rushed through his system.

“Luck.”

“Mm, I believe it,” Michael hummed, moving some of Alex’s hair out of the way to leave a kiss on his neck. Soft and sweet and definitely not long enough. “Okay, okay, get away from me or I’m going to drag you back to bed.”

“See, that’s not going to convince me to get away from you.”

“No lube, no condom,” Michael recited, like a mantra that was more for himself than Alex as he took a backward step towards his bag. It reminded him that he was still in just a towel.

“Are you so boring that you can’t think of anything to do with those limitations?” Alex asked. Michael swallowed hard, took a deep breath, and turned around.

“It’s on days like these I ask myself, ‘Self, why have you let yourself be drawn in by lust and temptation? Is it not enough to admire from afar?’” Michael spoke wistfully as he dug through his bag. Childish giggles slipped through Alex’s mouth. “No, apparently, it’s not. I’ve been a respectful roommate and upstanding member of society, keeping my thoughts to myself for years and then I get one taste and I’m nothing but a useless sack of needing-to-pleasure-Alex cells. That’s it.”

“Years, huh?” Alex asked. Michael froze for a moment before he shook it off and pulled out a pair of chinos and a collared shirt.

“No. I don’t know, maybe. Yeah. I don’t know,” Michael mumbled, dropping his towel. Alex bit down on his bottom lip and took a very careful breath, trying not to do something embarrassing like twirl around the room and sing I Feel Pretty at the top of his lungs.

Definitely feeling pretty and witty and gay at moment.

Instead of focusing on that‒because, wow, that’s a lot to focus on‒Alex took out his eyeliner and drew his wings a bit more bold than he had been the last two days. Riding on that high, he even flipped his septum down. If Michael thought it’d be a problem, he’d tell him before they got downstairs. Hopefully. One of Michael’s female coworkers had multi-colored hair so it should be fine.

He took a step back and looked over himself. Black checkered pants, a loose black button-up that was half tucked in and half out, his hair a Michael special. He looked good. He felt better.

By the time he picked up his phone, he realized he hadn’t actually texted Liz since The Before and she was probably freaking out. As told by her series of messages.

Liz: HELLO ALEX HE DID W H A T?

Liz: Do I need to get Isobel on his ass?

Liz: Are you okay? It’s been a couple hours

Liz: Text me when you can and let me know if I need to come rescue you in the middle of the night

Liz: It’s the middle of the night, I’m going to bed, so I hope you don’t need saving.

Liz: However, if you don’t text me by tomorrow, I will assume you have been murdered and I will be filing a police report.

Liz: It’s currently 7:30 AM. You have until 10 before I assume the worst.

Alex: jesus liz

Liz: OH NOW HE ANSWERS

Alex: I am in fact alive

Liz: What happened last night??? You went MIA

Alex: ……….

Liz: NO YOU DID NOT

Alex: Listen. He’s really good at giving head.

Liz: I could’ve gone my whole life without knowing that but OH MY GOD

Liz: WHAT HAPPENED TO SELF CONTROL

Alex: Went out the door along with my dignity apparently

Liz: For real tho are you okay? That probably wasn’t great for your crush

Alex: I think it’ll be okay. I’m not keeping my hopes up or anything and I’m gonna have a real conversation with him once we leave, but for right now I’m content with him kissing me constantly

Liz: Oh shit it’s still going on?

Alex: It is still going on 😌

Alex: Remind me next time I go on a random trip with someone that even if I don’t expect to get laid I should bring condoms

Liz: omg Alex did you pay attention to sex ed at all

Alex: literally no I did not, half of it was no use to me

Liz: sigh. What am I going to do with you

“Alright, let’s go get brunch. Don’t let me have mimosas because if I drink at all, I can’t promise I won’t get myself fired,” Michael said. Alex slipped his phone into his back pocket to look at him, a grin easily finding his face.

“Aw, you look like such a little frat boy.”

“I am in a fraternity.”

“We don’t talk about that, it’s bad for my health,” Alex said, tilting his head back as Michael moved in and grabbed his hips. One hand moved up to his chin, holding him in place as he kissed him. “Can I have mimosas, though? I promise not to get messy.”

“You can have literally whatever you want,” Michael murmured against his mouth, leaving him one more kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s go.”

Somehow, going downstairs and parading in front of everyone as a couple didn’t feel any different than it had the first two days. They made small talk and ate good food and Alex drank two mimosas alongside Michael’s coffee.

“I can’t get over how cute you two are,” Alisha said, somehow having found her way to them again. Alex gave a warm smile despite wanting to slip and hide beneath the table at the sight of her. In her defense, so did the sight of everyone else. “You’re literally, like, glowing.”

“Well, what can I say? He just does something to me,” Michael said wistfully, giving Alex a face that said he was teasing. Alex held back a smile.

“It’s like you’re still in the honeymoon phase!” Alisha said. Alex almost laughed out loud that that. They kind of were in the honeymoon phase. It would just be drastically shorter than everyone else’s because it would end by the time they got home tonight.

That alone was almost laughably horrible.

“It’s easy when he’s got a face like that,” Michael cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheek. Alex laughed and leaned away only to be tugged back closer.

It was going to be weird when Michael wasn’t attached to his side anymore.

After brunch, they were supposed to have a nature walk again, but before Michael and Alex could go on their way, Jeannie and Curtis called them back. A few other interns turned and looked, but they went on their merry way until it was basically just the four of them.

“Come walk with us for a bit, I wanted to show you two my favorite place,” Jeannie said, a big smile on her face. Alex locked eyes with Michael for a moment and then they began to follow.

“You know, Michael, I was going through all the supervisor notes that Khalil has for your group. You’re a standout. Very focused and hardworking, but I see it’s probably helpful that you have a strong support system,” Curtis pointed out as they walked. The two of them were much more appropriately dressed for a nature walk than Michael and Alex, but, in their defense, they just planned to go to the creek again.

“Thank you, Sir,” Alex said before Michael had the chance to, “He deserves it.”

“I think so too,” Curtis said, warm and fatherly and Michael found Alex’s hand and squeezed, “You make a good team. I’ve watched how you know when to let the other do the talking when they’ll be better equipped. That’s very important if you want to climb ranks.”

Alex raised a suggestive eyebrow at Michael who just held onto him tighter. He rubbed the back of his hand with his thumb in hopes it’d help him calm down.

“Alex, when are you set to graduate?”

“This fall, if all goes well. Taking a couple of summer classes to help get there,” Alex said. Curtis nodded and looked over at Michael.

“And you’re set to graduate this semester,” he said‒not a question. Michael nodded evenly, eyes flitting to Alex as if looking for permission. Alex nodded back. “What’s the plan for after college?”

“Well, I already take piano gigs for some of the local schools’ choirs and give a few piano lessons to a few young kids, hoping to expand though. My kind of thing can pretty much go anywhere,” Alex said, knowing it sounded good. No big, painful uproot if he needed Michael in a different branch somewhere across the US. You know‒because to him they were together. Long term.

“And I’m just hoping to keep working for Disionic in any way I can,” Michael said. Alex squeezed his hand in approval.

“For how long, do you think?” Jeannie asked. Michael’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked over at Alex. He mouthed a ‘forever’ at him, watched him gulp, and smiled encouragingly. It was a big and false commitment. Big companies really liked it when they feel you’ve signed your life away to them.

“For as long as I can.”

“And you’d be willing to go to other branches if we needed you? We’ve got a branch in New York and Houston, but we plan to open another at some point in the next five years. And hopefully expanding in some other, more inventive work. Would you be interested in that, Michael?” Jeannie said.

Alex had always been aware that, when it came to things like this, there was an important balance between partners. Curtis wasn’t wrong in saying that a nice balance, knowing who needs to speak when, was important and helpful. Alex had been under the impression that while Jeannie was the warm one who was probably a fantastic hostess and enjoyed it, Curtis was the strong businessman who really only focused on the business part of things. Now, Alex quickly caught up to the realization that, while that may be true, Jeannie called the shots.

For a stupid second, Alex pictured him and Michael like that in a few years.

Funny how he spent his whole life wanting to get away from that environment and 1.5 hookups later, he was ready to sign up for a lifetime of being a good hostess.

“Absolutely, Mrs. Iverson. I-I’m obviously still learning how everything like this works, but I’m a fast learner,” Michael insisted. Jeannie laughed.

“I hope to watch you do that over the next couple of years,” Jeannie said, “Right, Curtis?”

“Nothing’s official yet,” he said, looking over at Michael with a fond smile, “But I do think there’s a more permanent spot for you in our business.”

Again with the squeezing Alex’s hand so hard it nearly hurt.

“After you graduate, of course,” Jeannie tacked on.

“After you graduate.”

“Thank you so much,” Michael said, trying to keep his excitement to the bare minimum.

Alex thought it was adorable though he didn’t know why he was so surprised. Michael had regularly gained favoritism from many, many people throughout his life. Teachers, bosses, baristas, the bus driver that would literally wait for him if he was running a few minutes late. Michael was an easy face to love and he worked hard and he was endlessly kind.

And each moment that passed Alex wondered how he’d been so blind to his own favoritism.

“Oh, and here’s what I wanted to show you,” Jeannie said as they started moving uphill a bit.

They stopped as they got to the edge, a cliff that overlooked a decent-sized body of water. It must’ve been where the little creek they’d sat by yesterday led to. There was a metaphor in there somewhere.

“This is where my Curtis brought me nearly 25 years ago now where he told me everything he wanted to do in the future and asked me to be a part of it,” Jeannie said, looking up at Curtis with a nearly disgustingly fond look. Alex wanted that. “I think it’s a good place to talk.”

“And, speaking of, Alvaro is calling,” Curtis said as his phone started ringing. He gave a polite nod and turned, immediately answering the call in Spanish. Alex was actually pretty impressed with his accent.

“Right, well, let me go make sure he places nice. You two have fun and make sure you come to sit by us at lunch, alright?” Jeannie said, waving goodbye as she followed her husband down the slope.

Michael and Alex didn’t speak as they waited impatiently for them to get out of sight and, hopefully, out of earshot.

“Alex,” Michael whispered, “Alex, I think I’m going to throw up.”

“What, why? Are you okay?” Alex asked, letting go of his hand to rub his back. Michael’s face, finally free of schooling himself for Jeannie and Curtis, was full of pure shock and disbelief. “Hey, this is a good thing.”

“I know it’s a good thing, it-it just feels really real all of the sudden. Like. Really real. Like, I don’t get it levels of real. I’m not supposed to have this,” Michael whispered, shaking his head as he looked out to the water. Alex took a step closer.

“What are you talking about? You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met and you’ve worked your ass off. You deserve this more than anyone,” Alex insisted. Michael shook his head.

“I’m supposed to still be barely scraping by in Roswell. I’m-I’m never supposed to get out. I’m supposed to become another statistic,” Michael said, looking over at Alex with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m only here because you gave me a place to live.”

“Shut up, I didn’t do anything. You would’ve found a way and you would’ve been right here with or without me giving you a place to live,” Alex insisted, “That was purely selfish reasons, too, I didn’t wanna live alone.”

“But Curtis was right. I-I get by because, like, a support system. I get by ‘cause of you,” Michael said. Alex again rolled his eyes.

“You’re giving me way too much credit here. You’ve got Isobel and Max and a whole group of friends. And back in Roswell you’ve got Sanders and Mimi and Arturo who would’ve done anything to see you thrive. And that’s not even counting the tons of people who gave you opportunities. Look, you’re definitely lucky and you could’ve very easily ended up stuck in Roswell without a little of that luck, but you’re also hardworking and smart. Playing the system is a part of this life we’ve been dealt, okay? And you’re playing it well,” Alex explained. Michael took a deep breath.

“You play it better,” he whispered.

“Will you stop making this about me?” Alex laughed, putting his hand on his cheek, “You’ve done great this entire weekend and clearly well enough for the last few months if Khalil talked you up that much.”

Michael stared at him for a long few seconds, silence. He looked tired and overwhelmed in a way he hadn’t this morning like everything had suddenly just hit him. Alex tried not to get worried about what else might’ve just hit him. He leaned forward despite himself and kissed his cheek slowly before pulling back, smiling in the most encouraging way possible.

“What if I don’t want to do it without you?” Michael asked.

Alex blinked once, twice, three times as he processed his words. He didn’t move away.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we make a good team. And… And I like having this with you. I like doing this. I’m comfortable with you and I trust you and I’m not nervous,” Michael said, huffing a soft laugh as he looked away for a moment before looking back, “Everything else is new and scary and way out of my depth and, like, technically you are too, but you don’t feel like it. You feel safe. And I wanna do this with you. Charm the pants off of rich people and then have sex in rooms they pay for. Or in our own bed or whatever. You get the point.”

“Yeah,” Alex whispered, taking a shaky breath and he really thought about just stripping and jumping into the water below. He probably would’ve if he knew it was deep enough. “I think I get it.”

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” Michael said, then quickly looked at him with wide eyes, “That’s definitely not me saying our first ‘I love you’, I’m just, like, saying.” Alex laughed, his heart beating wildly in his chest as he nodded. “Thing is, I didn’t realize we’d be a good fit. Or that we’d be too risky and it’d be messy if we broke up. Now… Now I feel stupid for not noticing it before. You literally feel perfect to me, for me. That’s dumb. This is embarrassing. I just wanna kiss you and pretend I’m Robin Hood and do scandalous things like feel you up beneath the table while my boss sits across from us for, like, the rest of my life or whatever.”

“Michael,” Alex laughed, putting his other hand on his other cheek and just holding him in place, “Want me to say something even more embarrassing?”

“Yeah,” Michael said, eyes shining a bit more. He still looked overwhelmed, but it was a bit better.

Alex took a deep breath and looked as serious as he could muster, looking into his eyes.

“Will you be my Valentine?” Alex asked. Michael’s face scrunched up and he laughed, grabbing Alex’s hips and tugging him closer.

“That was disgusting, boyfriend,” Michael said as they stood nose to nose. Alex was giddy with it. He didn’t have to get his hopes up when Michael was already there to meet them.

And maybe Alex had a shot at a future full of it.

“C’mere, boyfriend.”

Alex: something may or may not have transpired

Liz: Oh???

Alex: so, like, that little crush? Very big. Very reciprocated.

Liz: OMG. KNEW IT.

Alex: no you did not

Liz: Michael has literally been giving you heart eyes since before he knew he was queer. I so knew it. Isobel called it first tho

Alex: and you said NOTHING to me???

Liz: As if you’d believe me

Liz: Besides I didn’t know if he knew yet or if he was actually willing to pursue so I wasn’t gonna make it worse

Alex: so rude

Alex: I’m gonna go make out with my boyfriend now and fantasize about being his housewife

Liz: LMAO you could never be a housewife

Alex: no I’d hate it but that’s why it’s staying a fantasy

Liz: HAVE FUN

Alex: absolutely will

#malexcupid21 #malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #roswell new mexico #my fic #verse: pretty little picture

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Reiii! I love you for creating Self-Ship Sunday! Ugh writing these answers had me in the best mood all day! Thank you 🥲

1. Who wakes up first, you or Erwin?

-> He does. He’s just the best! He wakes up before me, and freshens up before waking me up with the sweetest kiss. It's annoying when he wakes up with the Sun on weekends too though. And he knows I like sleeping in. So, on weekends he just stays in bed and reads till I wake up and I get to cuddle up to him all morning!

2. Who takes longer to get ready in the morning?

-> Um. He does obviously. Have you seen his hair? That hairstyle takes much longer to create than you'd think. I tease him about being prim and proper all the time. He needs his hair to be set, his clothes to be creaseless and his shoes to be shiny. He sets out his clothes for the day on the previous night and spends a good amount of time steaming and ironing them. My mantra is to wake up and show up. We’re polar opposites that way!

3. What's a weekend with you and Erwin like?

-> Like I said, this man can’t stay asleep past 6:30 AM. When we were newly dating, the poor thing faced the demon residing inside this petite woman when he tried to wake me up early on a weekend - Hasn’t tried repeating it ever since. But he gets quite restless when he has nothing to do. So, I built him a mini library by our bed so that he can reach out and grab a book without having to get up.

We usually spend Saturdays outdoors; starting with a big brunch at our favorite café. We love visiting museums, art exhibits or a local farmer’s market. Sometimes we go kayaking out in the lake or hike through the trail nearby. We run some errands and then meet our friends (including you and Levi 😛) or family for dinner before calling it a day.

Sundays are lazy. We don’t leave the bed before noon. Once we do, we head straight to the kitchen to heat up leftovers from the previous night. He’s not much of a TV person, but I’ve gotten him into the habit of binge-watching anime with me in the afternoon. We spend the evening cooking dinner together and meal prepping for the coming week while listening to jazz. The best part is when he pulls me into a slow dance in our kitchen. And at night, after dinner, we love to take long, quiet walks by the lake.

And now, some questions for my fav couple (questions for both of you 😁)-

1. Is there a habit that your partner has that you find absolutely adorable?

2. What is your favorite dish that your partner cooks?

3. How dyu think your retired life would look when you’re finished with all your worldly responsibilities and finally retire?

Rei: Awww, Mia, you made it! Hehe, welcome to Levi and I's new place~

Levi: Tch. So you're the girl Erwin's gone bonkers over?

Rei: Levi, don't be mean. She's your best friend's partner, so shhh!

Rei: Oh my god Mia, Erwin's so sweet. He lets you sleep in? He stays in bed and read until you wake up??? That's so thoughtful of him!!!

Levi: You're making it sound like I force you to wake up early.

Rei: Pffft, you know I don't mean it, right? We both wake up at the same time anyway~ But for real!! Erwin's so sweet though!! I wonder what does he read to kill time while you are asleep? But I love how your weekends start late. Levi and I are such early risers lol. Our weekends are as packed as our weekdays.

Levi: Tch. I guess some habits never change.

Rei: Oh? You sound like you're speaking from experience.

Levi: Stupid blonde always takes hours to get ready. Imagine how long he hogs the showers every day. Thank heavens I'm an early riser. And thank goodness I no longer stay under one roof with him.

Rei: Putting those angsty feelings aside, Erwin sounds like a model student? I bet he was the class monitor when he was younger. Definitely part of the student council too.

Levi: He was. And a really annoying one too. Student council, top of the cohort, popular student, teacher's pet, blah blah blah.

Rei: Are you jealous?

Levi: Why should I be jealous?

Rei: Because... you're the opposite?

Levi: I was popular enough, you brat. You can ask Erwin. I wasn't as smart but I did well, at the very least.

Rei: I'm going to ask Aunty Kuchel for your report book and transcripts back when you were a student.

Levi: You little sh- no.

Rei: *sticks out tongue*

Rei: Wait whaatt?? You built him a mini library by the bedside??? Mia, I-I don't know man, Erwin is so lucky to have you in his life. That mini library idea is really cool.

Levi: I sense some hidden grievance there.

Rei: Nonsense. How can I have any unhappiness when I am with you? Anyway, stop distracting me, Levi!

Rei: But wait. We should have a sleep over. You. Me. Levi. Erwin. Or at the very least, we should go on occasional hikes together!!! Levi and I would love to bring our doggos along!!

Levi: I'm not hiking with Erwin around. He talks too much.

Rei: Levi... he's your best friend, why are you making it sound like you hate him? Mia, you need to get your man here soon.. lol they need to spend some quality bff time together.

Rei: But moving on!! Oh, I love the way you two spend the weekends!! It's so relaxing and chill. And I love the way you two slow dance to jazz in the kitchen, that's so romantic. Levi, learn from him, won't you?

Levi: Do I not serenade you into a dance?

Rei: I'm joking. Of course you do. We do that all the time too. Levi's a great dancer. His sense of rhythm is amazing. Took me only like... 10 minutes to teach him how to Waltz and he did it perfectly.

Levi: Tch. I'm a natural, and definitely better than Erwin.

Rei: And how do you know that?

Levi: Ask Erwin yourself.

Rei: And now, to answer your questions, Mia! Did you know, Levi has a cute habit of scrunching his nose when it's itchy? Usually we would scratch our nose when it's itchy right? But Levi scrunches his nose instead. He looks like one of our bunnies. So cute. Levi has a really cute sneeze too.

Levi: Oi. Stop using 'cute' to describe me.

Rei: But but but.. it is cute!!!! You are cu-

Levi: *squeezes Rei's cheeks mid-sentence* Shut it. Anyway. Silly girl here as a habit of folding chocolate wrappers into roses. Especially those from Ferrero Rocher. No fucking idea why she does it because it's so pointless, but I guess... it's adorable.

Rei: Moving on! Oh, I love this question. I'd like to think that I'm a good cook since I can cook both Asian and Western dishes hehe.

Levi: Meals with her are always good. I can't pinpoint an exact favourite. Maybe I'll choose one Asian dish and one Western dish. I need to think.

Rei: Then I'll go first! Levi is surprisingly good at making breakfast??? I don't know how to explain this. But, he makes really good breakfast! Like, I don't get it??? He makes me the perfect English Breakfast all the time. Oh, but disclaimer: my scrambled eggs and omelette are better than his, hehe.

Levi: Rei cooks really fantastic soups. Those you see served in ceramic pots. It's so flavourful and healthy. We don't even have to go to Chinese restaurants to drink them. What do you call them, double boiled soup?

Rei: Well, double boiling is just one of the many methods of preparing soup. I actually prefer using the slow cooker than double boiling it. But anyway! Levi loves drinking the ABC soup I cook - it's made with chicken, potatoes, carrots, and onions!

Levi: Oh and a Western dish? I'll go with French onion soup.

Rei: Another soup?

Levi: ... Any problem? I like soup.

Rei: Yes yes, point taken, Mr Levi Souperman...

Rei: Oh, what a question, Mia. We have... never thought of this...? Hmm.. I guess.. we would probably be enjoying our free time, watching our children and grandchildren grow?

Levi: That would make sense. We would be in our seventies and eighties, probably.

Rei: Maybe we could travel the world. You know, before walking becomes a problem.

Levi: I'll buy you a walking stick.

Rei: *giggles* I'll push your wheelchair, grandpa.

Levi: Why am I in a wheelchair?

Rei: Because you're older, so your legs are going to lose their function faster than me. And you have a bad knee and a once-broken ankle.

Levi: Tch, whatever. But there's something I would want to do. I want to... you know, maybe... ren- *inaudible*

Rei: Huh? Can't hear you.

Levi: I said, I want to renew our wedding vows. [Levi looks away with a blush on his face] Don't make me repeat myself.

Rei: *teary eyed* r-really? I would love that, Levi. [I took his hand in mine]

Levi: Yeah. And we'll be in our rocking chairs, hand in hand, watching our grandchildren play.

[A moment for the couple who can't stop staring at each other]

Rei: And when we die, our ghosts will roam around together too. Let's go haunt the descendants of our friends. We'll have them freak out and go screaming for Uncle Levi and Aunty Rei.

Levi: ...

#mia x erwin #thedevilsmiths #levi x rei #reivi #self-ship sunday #smith vs ackerman #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT MIA #smith vs ackerman: episode 1

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blushing-starker · 3 years

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don't expect that line I previously mentioned because I'm chaotic and forgot about @starkerfestivals amazing omegaverse week since it goes hand in hand with finals and my brain only fit one of these events in my mental planner

Today's theme is heat/rut and it's slightly nff, has some sexual teasing but nothing too explicit. I'd rate this teen, is all I'm saying. I apologize for any writing mistakes, I'm finishing this at 11pm before collapsing in my bed.

Tagging @vaguekiwi cuz I mentioned this to her today

Needy little alpha

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Tony wakes up to a purring alpha throwing himself on top of his defenseless body with the force of a freight train driven by a drunk man on drugs. Peter's been told a thousand times before how yes, he may be as heavy as a goddamn feather, but it still aches when that super strength plops down and refuses to let the victim's lungs function adequately. But his boyfriend is a sadist who loves cuddles and making Tony suffer.

"No."

"You love my cuddles," it's true, they bring him pain and purple bruises everywhere but there's nothing quite as soothing as a content alpha kneading like a kitten at his chest, " and you know it. "

"Uh, that's false. Never said I love cuddles. I tolerate your octopus habits, there's a difference." Peter leans back with a pout and teary eyes, wobbles that God forsaken bottom lip like he always does whenever Tony denies the kid something and presents a challenge.

Nimble fingers slide up into, unfortunately, silver hair and nonononono that's unfair. He snarls, tries to infuse the air with as many displeased pheromones as possible so Peter can take a hint when nails scratch right above his nape and Tony's done. Unravels at this hobgoblin's feet and he's half way sure his soul goes out in a huff as little circles are pressed into the exact spot that causes him so much neck pain.

Peter unashamedly preens when Tony melts into their bed and starts pawing at him for more cuddles. "Say you love my cuddles and I won't leave the bed for an hour. Throw in a kiss and I'll rub your back."

He hates(loves) this kid. Hates(loves) how he sing songs as soon as the situation doesn't favour the actually responsible adult in the relationship. Hates(loves) the way Peter never misses the places that leave him sinking into fluffy pillows. Hates how, oh that's nice.

There are tiny kisses littered on a chest glowing blue, small indentations from teasing lips pressed into spread arms and cold hands.

"Ruts gotten you needy, huh, little alpha?" Not that this one was any different from all the other ruts they've shared since dating. Tony secretly adores Peter like this, extra affectionate the minute his shyness and fear of outside criticism is washed away, replaced with the need to shower his omega in love and attention. Yes, Peter has his heart 365 days of the year. Yes, he'd die for his tiny spiderling no matter what.

But this is just really nice, ok? Previous lovers were rarely alphas so this ritual of gluing their bodies together when rut came was an added benefit to being with Peter. That and the hormones he let out while happy soothed Tony to no end.

Peter nips at his finger, still a bit too early on for him to accept the nicknames. He blushes though, a pale pink highlighting a face much more lovely than the cherubs painted on the cathedrals of Rome. Jesus, he's whipped and all they've done is cuddle.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

"I love your cuddles. Cherish them. Want them every day for the rest of my life. But I love you, my needy little alpha with a fantastic," there's a pillow smashed against his face.

"If you say dick, I'm climbing down to wrestle Bucky and I won't let Karen record it for your spank bank. " Oh, that's a low blow.

He relaxes, let's Peter sink into him with a startled yelp, rolls them over, sits on the kid's lap and clamps his knees around a trim waist. Peter may be Spider-Man, but he's Tony Stark and Tony Stark doesn't lose in bed.

Well. Not unless he wants to.

"You do that and you can say hello to your toy, the one I know is stashed in your old room under the bed in a comic book box, because that'll be the only thing helping you out when the rut really hits." Will Tony suffer immensely if that happens? Yes. He's a sucker for a needy Peter being ridiculously horny and possessive. Thing is, you don't threaten a man's spank bank. No sir. Everything else is fair play. His carefully organized folders of viewing material are not to be messed with.

Peter's blush is on full blast, spreads over a long neck and absolutely delicious, no. Be strong, Tony.

"You know about the toy?" It's a squeak, normal voice rocketing upwards thanks to the position Tony's ass is in and the knowledge that his secret is out. Which wasn't even a secret to begin with anyway because Tony is in love with the only genius not smart enough to erase his browser history in the lab's computer. Which Tony uses. Routinely. Every day.

"Know about it? I've seen it. You left it out once, all used up on your bed while you were showering. You remember that, don't you? We had sex in the bathroom that day. Bruised my back and everything?"

Peter furrows his brow, works a plush lip and no, look away, Tony, look away. The kid is sin and indulgence and heaven and no.

"Oh. Oh." Whenever he thinks his boy can't go any redder, Peter busts out a new shade of pink.

"Yup. So. I'm pretty sure this is what you wanted in the first place. Maybe it wasn't your intention," he stresses when Peter's already launching up and nearly throwing him off in an attempt to reassure Tony that wasn't his purpose with the cuddles, "but you certainly wouldn't have minded this outcome. And by this outcome I mean my incredible ass on top of that fantastic dick."

Peter tries to suffocate with a pillow held over his face.

"You've got two choices, kid. You threatened the spank bank. The teasing is fine, you know I love when my pretty kitty shows his claws," a hand slaps his arm, makes him grin, " But threatening such an integral part of my mental stability? Wrong move, Queens. You aren't getting any until tonight, not even so much as a French kiss will be given. Unless you let me bite a mark on that amazing neck and don't push me away when I nuzzle you in front of the team. "

Well. Now he's definitely being thrown off of Peter's lap.

He lands on the other side of the bed with a groan, is assaulted by a whining Peter intent on receiving something to further postpone the urge for sex that's sure to hit him soon enough.

An alpha, Tony's learned, will usually be very cuddly and affectionate the first few days of a rut week. Then the possessive, protective side will slowly emerge. Nests of pillows, couch cushions, blankets and favorite pieces of clothing appear on the fourth sunrise. The next morning comes with the need for relief, for intimacy and a marathon of sex that'll leave any supersoldier exhausted by the end of it. The resulting days offer comfort, an aftercare of sorts, where the alpha and their partner show a soft affection similar to the beginning. Nests are utilized and bodies soothed. It lasts, at most, a week and the majority of the population only has to take slightly increased portions of food.

That's for people without the metabolism of four grown men.

Peter needs sex, as much as possible, so the itch for urgent intimacy doesn't result in Tony tackled to the floor of the lab in the middle of an experiment every day of the week. It's like giving him nicotine patches instead of a cigarette.

So now he's whimpering, tugging on Tony's clothes just a little too hard if the ripping sound is any indication.

"...sorry, Tony..."

"It's fine, I've got more. I'm not letting this go though. The teams' seen us fuck against a wall, their opinion and respect, your worth, didn't change. So come on. Just one little mark. One. And Bucky nuzzles Steve and Sam all the time. Hell, Pepper sometimes nuzzles me when I'm stressed out. Please, baby? "

There it was; Tony's secret weapon. Peter blushed like a virgin on a wedding night whenever he used pet names, but the genius knows his boyfriend enjoys the familiarity and subtle intimacy. Felt reassured that they were a romantic couple and not a mentor fucking his protege.

The kid nibbles at his neck, wraps gangly limbs around a body that's always been his to take comfort in. "Just one mark? And light, I mean it, Tony, light nuzzling in front of the team. For today. Then I can get what I want?"

He snorts, can't fully comprehend how the universe paired him up with someone so intent on making Tony's joints ache and creak. "Yeah, we can have sex later, Mr Charming. Subtle as brick, that Spider-Man. Let's go get you cleaned up, make sure that rut has a hard time getting my boy under the weather."

He goes to get up. He leans forward. He cannot, in fact, leave the bed.

Peter bites with a bit more pressure, drops his hips down harder and Jesus Christ, they're never seeing the light of the kitchen if his boyfriend can't wait til it's dark.

"Or..."

"I'm an old man, I need protein before you go jumping tired bones that have to spend two hours updating your suit." Ok, so maybe he's slightly bitter and annoyed at not having enough stamina (or refractory period, for that matter) to keep up with a repressed teenage superhuman. It's not his fault Pepper keeps bringing Krispy Kreme donuts to the office meetings.

It'd be rude not to eat with the others anyway.

"You don't have to do anything." Ah, it's one of those ruts.

Tony softens, smoothes a hand down a back that could hold a plank under a five story building with ease, kisses a heated cheek.

"Needy little alpha." It's his turn to whisper and nuzzle against soft skin.

"Kind, not so little omega?" Tony laughs, presses their lips together so Peter can see what's it like to taste a smile radiating with joy and love. Slowly clicks the button on the nearest nightstand; unless someone is dying , it'll just be the two of them in the room.

(There was an incident once. Groot may have been traumatized by a situation involving superstrength, webs and the Ironette costume Tony only adored when it adorned Peter's body.)

"I do so love my needy little alpha needing me, don't I?"

His boyfriend blinks, grins at Tony as if he's just hung the moon and stars for his spiderling and ok, a little sex early in the morning isn't that bad.

"You love my cuddles too."

"Shut up and kiss me, Queens. I'm not getting any-"

They don't talk about anything too important after that.

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A little sex early in the morning actually is that bad when you miss a meeting with the U.N and show up smelling like sex, infatuation and, oddly enough, strawberry.

Rocket doesn't stop teasing for months.

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scarlettconfetti · 3 years

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(AHS: CULT) WINTER ANDERSON X FEMALE!READER & PLATONIC!RUDY/VINCENT ANDERSON X FEMALE!READER

summary: headcanons for dating & being in a relationship with winter anderson whilst being best friends with rudy/vincent anderson.

this is totally self indulgent i am so sorry.

when you met winter, you were walking home from work alone.

you hadn’t wanted to bother your best friend/roommate as he works long hours.

it was dark & you were kinda wary of waking around on your own.

especially when people started cat calling.

you were feeling really uncomfortable until an incredibly striking woman appeared seemingly out of nowhere, swearing & yelling at the cat callers.

she introduced herself to you as winter anderson & offered to walk you home.

you were still wary of letting a stranger walk you home & knew that your best friend would absolutely freak, so you decide to let her walk with you to your friends office.

you talked to her during the walk & admired her unique beauty.

in fact you were sad when you’d reached your friend’s office as it meant that you would have to say goodbye to her.

however, when you did that, she gave you her number.

“I’m free all day tomorrow. If you want to meet me here, we could go & get a drink together or something?”

you accepted her offer & thanked her for walking with you.

winter only left when she saw you enter the building safely.

you gave her a little awkward wave before setting off to find rudy.

you were excited to see her again.

your best friend is dr. rudy vincent.

wlw & mlm solidarity.

you just randomly met him one day & despite him being a bit older then you, you have been friends ever since.

he is practically family to you.

if you have family, he goes with you to visit them for the various holidays.

if you don’t, you have your own traditions together in the apartment you share with him.

you don’t see each other during the day.

he’s at work before you get up & you’ve both gotten in the habit of communicating via notes left stuck on cupboard doors.

you leave each other packed lunches or the wrapped up leftovers from the previous nights meal.

you spend time together when he gets home.

you’ll both settle on the couch & talk about your respective days before ending up watching either a show or a movie.

he always covers you with a blanket in case you fall asleep.

it’s very rare that you fight with him.

you do get pretty annoyed with him when he’s attempted to ‘shrink’ you over the years though.

however, if there is anything wrong you know that you can tell him anything.

if you’re anxious or feeling like everything’s falling apart, he is there to help.

other than providing you with the most comforting hugs, there is this thing you two do together that he taught you very early on in your friendship.

you would link your pinky finger around his & you could tell him anything & everything that was bothering you.

rudy has always been there for you.

when you met winter the very next day, she had noticed you hugging a (probably) taller man in the distance.

“is that your boyfriend, y/n?”

“god, no!” you had looked horrified at the very thought & she had smirked.

“good to know.”

you spent the day together in a cosy cafe.

it was absolutely your first date with her & it was an enjoyable one.

you sat close together on leather couch drinking various beverages & sharing sweet treats throughout the day.

winter is incredibly fun to talk to, you really like her & she definitely takes a shine to you.

she’d rest her hand on your arm or boldly play with your hair (if long enough)

it was a successful first date of many more to come.

you go on so many dates with winter.

enjoying her company.

she kisses you after the third date, which was when you’d actually let her walk you to your home.

her kisses are passionate.

she’ll stroke your cheek with her fingers & kiss you senseless.

you find yourself falling for her quickly.

“I think i love her.”

“It’s only been a month y/n.” rudy had teased you when you had gushed about winter to him.

something you did a lot.

“irrelevant!”

you enjoy long walks with winter & she’ll hold your hand so tightly.

sometimes lifting it & pressing kisses to it here & there.

you love her nails, the colours & designs she choose for them are so beautiful & she’s more than happy to paint yours for you if you want.

“you make it look so easy.”

“i have mastered nail art, y/n.” she’d chuckle as she probably painted your nails to match hers.

you go various protests with her & share similar political views.

keeping each other safe during protests.

winter would fight anyone that would dare touch you.

she doesn’t talk much about her family.

you know that she lives with her brother & that she hasn’t seen the other in a while.

you’ve never met either of her brothers’.

you’ve never even gone to her house & for good reason.

you trust her when she tells you that her brother is someone you don’t want to get caught up with & how she doesn’t want him to know about you.

honestly you just assume that he has to be incredibly homophobic & leave it at that.

which is why she’ll almost always spend the day at your house if you’re not doing something outside together.

she likes it when you do her hair for her & you enjoy styling her long white waves.

you love her outfits & the two of you compliment each other daily.

“you are so beautiful, y/n.” she will tell you after usually greeting you with a kiss.

if you’re sitting together, you’ll play with her hair or her jewellery.

sometimes she’ll share her jewellery with you.

she loves seeing you in one of her long gothic necklaces.

“now i can keep a part of you close to my heart for the day.”

“my god, y/n you are so cheesy.”

winter can actually be incredibly affectionate & protective.

she wants to keep you safe.

she is almost always initiating physical contact.

if she’s not holding your hand, she’s sitting next to you with her arm around your waist.

you call each other pet names.

she is very passionate in every meaning of the word.

which is exactly how you’d almost ended up having sex with winter on the roof of rudy’s car & actually hid in a bush from your best friend when he came out of his office to check on his car.

she likes it when you curl up in her arms & rest your head on her chest.

it was during one of those times that she told you that she loved you for the first time.

she says it a lot after that.

if she is ever said, you will gather her up into toy arms & just hold her for hours.

never letting her go.

when your sad, she’ll press loving kisses to your forehead & hold you close whilst whispering countless reassurances to you & that she loves you.

she made you laugh when she taught you pinky power.

“come on, baby, this is serious.” she had pressed a kiss to your hand.

“I know, i know. it’s just that me & my best friend do something really similar together.”

when the election happens & incidents start to happen in the town, you’re a little freaked out.

but your worries are eased by the separate, but combined efforts from rudy & winter, who becomes even more protective of you than ever before.

it’s a very loving relationship that you have with winter & she would do absolutely anything for you.

a/n: i am actually sorry that i wrote this garbage. i just really love winter anderson & i hadn’t slept in over twenty four hours.

#winter anderson x reader #ahs: cult #winter anderson #american horror story #ahs imagine #ahs #wlw imagine #scarlettconfetti imagines

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thatsassyhufflepuff · 3 years

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Stronger Than Blood Chapter 25: Felicity

Summary: Hufflepuff witch Felicity Zabini struggles to find normalcy as she enters into her 6th year at Hogwarts, reeling from her father’s sudden death and her mother’s quick remarriage into the Zabini family. If only she had known that discovering Draco Malfoy falling apart in the bathroom would spiral into so much more.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: cursing, angst, fluff

Ao3

I woke up to the sound of tapping against my window, Draco’s arm slung over my waist. He hadn’t even covered himself up with a blanket. I had to roll my eyes at that, but I appreciated the gentlemanly gesture all the same. I glanced around my room before transfiguring one of the bean bag chairs into a blanket. I made quick work of draping it over my boyfriend’s sleeping form before I moved to my window as quietly as I could.

A truly majestic owl greeted me with an indignant hoot, as if to say, “What in Merlin’s name took you so long?” I couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

“Who might you be?” I murmured in a low voice, stroking the snowy white owl’s feathers with two fingers. It only allowed me to pet it for a few seconds before he -- it seemed like a he, anyway-- pecked at my hand impatiently, practically shoving the letter tied to its leg at my hand. I glared at it before untying the envelope from around its leg. The little wretch left as soon as I offered it an owl treat from the jar I kept on the windowsill.

I glanced at my alarm clock. It was only six in the morning. Who on Earth would be writing me this early? I tore open the envelope. The parchment enclosed inside the envelope was exquisite, with intricate designs on the corners, some sort of family crest embossed on one corner. I was reminded of the stationary Mr. Zabini used. Whoever sent this letter came from money, that was certain. Before I had the chance to read the letter, a little handheld mirror fell out of the envelope and into my lap.

“What the--” I caught it before it hit the ground, placing it back in my lap. Now I had to know who had written me. I turned my attention to the letter, hoping it contained an answer. The handwriting was breathtakingly beautiful, reminding me of calligraphy, except it was easier to read.

Miss Zabini,

I apologize for writing to you at such an early hour, but I’m afraid my curiosity has gotten the best of me. Would you join me for tea as soon as you’ve read this letter and prepared yourself accordingly? No need to dress up. Your Hogwarts uniform will do. The mirror included in the envelope is a Portkey to Malfoy Manor that will activate in half an hour.

Sincerely,

Narcissa Malfoy

I nearly choked on my own spit. Draco’s mother invited me to tea! I glanced over at him, wondering if I should wake him. He looked so peaceful that I decided against it, instead getting dressed as quietly and as quickly as I could.

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Thirty minutes later, I was standing in front of Malfoy Manor. It was enormous, even bigger than my own home. I shoved my hands into the pockets of my robes, gripping my wand, which helped me calm down just a bit. If this was a trap, I knew how to defend myself.

The sun was just beginning to rise as I approached the front door. I couldn’t quite stop my hand from trembling as I knocked.

To my immense relief, Narcissa didn’t answer the door. Instead, a male house elf stared up at me, covered in a rather dirty dish towel. “Miss Zabini?” he asked in a timid voice. I smiled, hoping to put him at ease.

“That’s me,” I confirmed, kneeling so I was at eye-level with the house elf. “But please, call me Felicity. What’s your name?”

“M-miss wants to know my name?” The elf wrung his hands, looking around nervously, as if waiting for someone to appear out of thin air to beat him, the poor thing.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. Do you know Draco Malfoy?”

The elf shrunk back unexpectedly. “Y-yes, I know the young master. He h-hurts Dobby. Says mean things to Dobby.”

Of course he does, I thought, rolling my eyes. I made a mental note to scold him about that later.

“I promise I’m not going to hurt you, Dobby. Is that your name? Dobby?” When the elf nodded, I grinned conspiratorially. “You see, Draco is my boyfriend, and I promise that I’ll scold him most severely for hurting you. He won’t do it again.” I stood, holding out my hand to Dobby. “Would you please escort me to your mistress?”

Dobby’s eyes shone brightly as he took my hand. “Dobby likes you,” he announced. “Miss Felicity keeps the young master in line.” He patted my hand before leading me further into the Manor.

Though I didn’t have a lot of time to take in the Manor, I noticed that the layout was very similar to the Zabini estate. Perhaps all of the rich pureblood families compared blueprints when they built their homes centuries ago.

In any case, Dobby pulled me into what must have been the drawing room. I turned, opening my mouth to thank the house elf, but he disappeared with a crack before I could get the words out.

“He has a bad habit of disappearing on you,” An amused voice noted from the corner of the room, and I turned back around quickly. Narcissa Malfoy stood from an overstuffed armchair, seeming to glide over to me. She was beautiful, with Draco’s platinum blonde hair that was oddly mixed with black. Her eyes were cornflower blue, and she wore an elegant black dress that fit her like a glove. I brushed off my robes, feeling severely underdressed.

“Mrs. Malfoy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t--”

The Malfoy matriarch held up a hand to silence my apology. To my surprise, her eyes softened when she saw the way I shrank back from the sudden movement. “You’ve nothing to apologize for, dear.” she said. “And please, call me Narcissa. Mrs. Malfoy makes me feel old.”

I laughed at that. “You’re beautiful, Mrs.--I mean, Narcissa. I doubt anyone would dare to think of you as old.”

She gestured towards the table where the tea kettle already sat. “You’re sweet. Please, won’t you join me?”

I nodded before following her hesitantly. Narcissa sat in her original chair once more. I opted to take a similar chair that was seated to her left, a coffee table between us. “How do you take your tea?” she asked as she rang for Dobby, who appeared right away.

“Two sugars, please.” I answered.

Soon, we were both settled in our seats, sipping at our tea. “I, er…” I started, setting my cup to the side. “I thought about waking Draco up, but he looked so peaceful that I couldn’t bring myself to wake him.”

A perfectly sculpted blonde eyebrow lifted at that, her gaze sweeping my attire. “I confess, I can’t quite imagine my son sleeping peacefully in the Hufflepuff Prefect’s dorm.”

I felt my cheeks burn. “He’s been nothing but a gentleman, I promise. Last night was the first time he stayed, and he slept on top of the duvet.” I shook my head, smiling fondly. “I think the Disney movies wore him out.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I…” I swallowed hard. “Well, he was being a bit of a prat, and so I figured I would make him suffer through Disney movies to make it up to me.”

Narcissa laughed, surprising me. “He’s always hated musicals. And he sat there with you the whole night?”

I snorted. “I threatened to burn his balls off. Of course he did.”

His mother laughed yet again, and I smiled at her shyly. “Oh, I like you, Miss Zabini, and obviously my son does, too.”

“Call me Felicity,” I insisted, which earned me a gentle smile and a nod.

We chatted for a little while after that. She asked me questions about myself, about my likes and dislikes. She asked about Draco, about how long we’d been together, about how we came together in the first place. Narcissa didn’t seem surprised that I couldn’t stand her son at first.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’ve called you here now...of all times especially.” Narcissa stood from her chair. “Come, take a walk in the gardens with me.”

I chewed on my lip. “But Draco…”

She waved her hand impatiently. “He won’t be awake for another hour. I’m his mother, I know these things. Walk with me, Felicity.”

The words were polite enough, but they weren’t an invitation--they were a command, so I rose from my seat, hurrying to follow the older witch.

Her garden was beautiful. Flowers of every kind bloomed, some that weren’t even in season, no doubt sustained by magic. The tense lines of Narcissa’s mouth seemed to relax as she breathed in the fragrances of her garden.

“First and foremost,” she began, turning to me. “I wanted to thank you. As I’m sure you’re aware, this year, and the last, honestly, have been…” Narcissa searched for the right word. “Difficult for Draco, to say the least.”

“I know,” I murmured, shaking my head. “I wish he would let me do more to help.”

“That’s what I wish to thank you for,” She took my hands, squeezing them briefly. “You’ve helped him more than you realize, Felicity. I’ll be the first to admit that he’s always been spoiled. That’s my fault, I’m afraid. I’ve doted on him too much. But with the Dark Lord’s task, and now…” She shuddered. “That is to say, I haven’t seen my Draco happy for a long time. You’ll understand more of what I mean when you have children of your own, but it’s hard to watch your children suffer. You’ll want to do anything to ease their pain.”

Narcissa sat on a bench nestled in the middle of the garden, patting the spot beside her. I took a seat obediently. “My family is everything to me, dear. I would do anything for them. I’ve had no idea how to reach Draco. He was so bitter, so withdrawn, that I was afraid he was turning into…”

“His father,” I guessed. She nodded grimly, but then her eyes were brimming with tears.

“I was afraid that I’d never see him happy again. I never expected for him to be happy during all of this.” Narcissa gestured around the Manor vaguely. “But you’ve given me my son back, Felicity, and for that I can’t thank you enough.” Then, the Malfoy matriarch surprised me yet again by wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I only stiffened for a moment before I was squeezing her back.

“You’ve raised an amazing son, Narcissa.” I told her, my breath hitching with emotion. “He just...just needed someone to care for him. Someone stubborn enough to force their way into his life.”

I realized I was crying when Narcissa reached forward and wiped a tear off of my cheek with a silken handkerchief.

“I’m sorry,” I wiped my eyes. “It’s just been so long since…”

While Draco’s mother had let go of me, she wrapped her arm around my shoulders, hugging me to her side and stroking my hair gently, just like my mum used to do before dad died. I let out a strangled sob at the gesture.

“Dry your tears,” She let go of me after a moment, turning to face me on the bench. “There’s something else we need to discuss. But any time you need a mum, you know where to find me.”

I wasn’t surprised that Draco had told his mum about my family situation. I simply nodded, giving her a smile as I tried to rein in my tears. Once I composed myself, Narcissa took my hand, covering it with both of her own. While her eyes were still warm, something else lurked behind them. Sadness? Guilt? It was impossible to tell; she had an impressive poker face.

“How much has Draco told you about our family traditions?”

I blinked. “Um, not much, honestly. I know how your family feels about those who don’t have pure blood. I know that you don’t marry for love in your...circles.” I paused, pursing my lips in thought. Draco and I had been dating for around 6 months at this point, and I didn’t think I was in love with him, not in so many words, but I was definitely falling for him. His presence was intoxicating, equal parts beautiful and terrifying. He may have annoyed me to no end at times, and he was so bloody stubborn, but it was getting harder and harder to imagine my life without him by my side.

Narcissa sighed. “You have to understand, the...disdain for those not of pure blood has been passed down for centuries. Lucius’s father would be horrified to see a half-blood on the grounds of the Manor right now.” Her smile was apologetic. “I can’t say that I’ve been any more tolerant in my lifetime. To my ancestors, magic is a birthright.”

“So…” I started slowly. “In your eyes, I don’t deserve to be a witch because my father happened to be a Muggle?”

Narcissa looked away from my face for a moment, her gaze distant. “Six months ago, I would have said exactly that. But seeing how happy you make my son, and meeting you now…” Her blue eyes focused on me once more. “You’re good for him. That much is clear. It’s been a pleasure to meet you, my dear. You’re lovely, and anyone who can keep my son in line is a saint. I should know, having raised him. You have my utmost respect.” Her lips twitched with a smile.

“I think you’re the saint here, Narcissa,” I laughed. “But thank you.”

She patted my hand before brushing an errant curl off of my forehead. I was struck yet again by the motherly gesture but managed to hold myself together.

“Draco will be waking soon.” she said. “But there’s one more thing you need to know.”

I found myself holding my breath, a feeling of dread spreading over me.

“If the circumstances were different, I would give you my blessing to court my son. As I said, you’re good for him.” She took a breath. “But I’m afraid I can’t afford you the luxury you deserve.”

My stomach dropped. “What are you saying?”

Narcissa was the picture of graceful serenity. “I cannot give you my blessing to court my son.”

I was sure I’d heard her wrong.

“You're not serious?”

Her lips thinned. “Quite, actually.”

I stood up from the bench, backing away from her, grabbing on to the arm of a marble statue that was situated behind me so I wouldn’t fall.

“You said…” I gulped. “You said I’m good for him.”

“Indeed.”

“Then why…?”

She gave me a sad smile as she folded her hands on her lap. “Because, Miss Zabini...Draco is promised to another.”

My world tilted on its axis. I backed away further, nearly tripping over a small statue of a garden gnome.

“You’re lying.” I said, my voice shaking.

“Believe me when I say that I wish I was. I’m sorry.” Narcissa’s reply was so calm that it made me want to scream. My eyes stung with tears.

“Why on Earth did you invite me here, then?” I asked, a single tear slipping down my cheek. “Just so you could…” My voice caught. “Just to see my face when you tell me I’m not good enough for your son? That he’s been engaged for Merlin knows…” I felt like retching, screaming, and crying all at once.

Narcissa didn’t rise from her seat on the bench. I clenched my fists at my sides. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening...

“How long?” I whispered.

“My dear…”

“I am not your dear.” I gritted my teeth as more tears fell. “How long, Narcissa?”

She let out a breath. “I sent Draco an owl just before Dobby led you into the drawing room.”

“You what?”

Mrs. Malfoy chose that time to rise from her bench to move towards me, but I backed away. “You have to understand,” she told me softly, her blue eyes glittering with tears. “If it were up to me, Draco could be with someone like you. All I want is his happiness, and it seems that you are his source of happiness. But his father...our family is closely linked with the Dark Lord, Felicity. He would never accept you, nor would Lucius. I’m sparing you that pain, not to mention the danger--”

“You’re sparing me?” I scoffed incredulously, wiping at the tears that trickled down my cheeks. “Sparing me because pleasing You-Know-Who matters more than your only son’s happiness? Because your husband is a bigoted fool?” I glared at the woman. “Forgive me if I fail to see how that’s sparing me pain.”

Her blue eyes turned chilly. “I am doing what’s best for my family. A war is beginning, Miss Zabini, a war where you and Draco will be enemies. Besides,” she sniffed. “Astoria won’t talk to me, her mother-in-law, as you just did. You’re lucky I told you in the first place. It’s the least I could do. And I am sorry.” The woman turned away from me after she tossed me another handheld mirror. I barely caught it in time before it hit the ground. “Your Portkey activates in thirty seconds. Farewell, Miss Zabini. In a different world, we might have been family someday.”

With that, Narcissa Malfoy strode back towards the Manor without so much as a glance back at me.

***

“Fliss?”

Draco’s whisper was the only thing that made me realize I was back in my dorm. My head snapped up. He had gone to his dormitory to get a fresh uniform and a shower, judging from the wet strands of hair that clung to his forehead. When our eyes met, I couldn’t contain my sobs any longer. I let out a cry and rushed into his arms.

The Slytherin embraced me so tightly that it was almost suffocating, but I was crying too hard to care. Draco wisely cast a wandless Muffliato, whispering reassurances that I didn’t have the heart to comprehend, stroking the back of my head with his free hand.

“Did you know this was coming?” I choked out, my voice scratchy. He grimaced.

“I--I was afraid they might try something like this, but I’d hoped…” He rested his forehead against mine, taking a deep breath. “I had hoped that since we’ve been dating for six months now that they’d finally let me be happy. I should’ve known.” The laugh he released was hollow. My heart clenched painfully inside of my chest.

“Who is she?” I asked after a moment, squeezing my eyes shut. I didn’t want to know, yet I had to.

I felt him cup my cheek in his hand, the Malfoy family ring cold against my skin. I leaned into his palm, my throat tightening. “Open your eyes, Fliss.”

I didn’t want to. It was too painful to look at him, but I opened my eyes anyway, hating the tears that leaked out when I did. Draco wiped at my tears with the pad of his thumb before lowering his head and kissing me desperately, his hands drifting down to grip my waist. Usually his kisses were gently passionate, but this was different. This was intense, like he couldn’t get enough of me and was afraid this kiss would be our last.

“Draco,” I breathed his name, pressing a palm against his chest and giving him a little push, feeling his thundering heartbeat under my fingertips. He chased my lips with his own as I pulled back, though I wanted desperately to kiss him until I forgot about everything else.

“Who cares who she is?” My boyfriend mumbled, his hands tightening on my waist. “She’s not you.”

“Draco,” I repeated firmly, reaching up to fiddle with his tie. “Who is she? We have to be realistic, we can’t--”

He cut me off with a firm kiss. “Stop. I don’t want to be with bloody Astoria Greengrass, Fliss! She’s a Slytherin two years below us. Practically wizarding royalty.”

I wrinkled my nose. “She’s what, fifteen?”

Draco shuddered. “The giggly phase. And spoiled as hell if her older sister is any indication.”

“Dray…” I reached up to pat a platinum blonde lock down. “Have you looked in the mirror recently?”

He frowned. “Why, is my hair sticking up?”

“No, Draco. You look as perfect as ever, don’t worry.” My boyfriend’s grin turned smug even though I rolled my eyes when I said it. “What I mean is, it’s rather ironic to complain about someone being spoiled when you are, in fact, spoiled yourself.”

“You see!” He threw up his hands triumphantly. “It would be a terrible match. I could never be with someone so similar to myself.”

“You…” I snorted. “You do realize you just admitted that you’re spoiled, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “I said no such thing. Can we go back to the part where you said I’m perfect? I liked that part better. Care to tell me more?”

“I’m sure you did,” I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my cheek against his chest, inhaling his familiar, musky scent, relishing the feeling as his arms automatically encircled my waist. “And as much as I’m sure you’d love me to stroke your ego until its size is unbearable,” He laughed into my hair at that. “We have to talk about this.”

Draco blew out a breath, tilting his head so his lips were against my ear. “What is there to talk about?” he asked, running his fingers through the hair that hung halfway down my back. “I don’t want to be with her. I want to be with my bloody girlfriend.”

“Tell that to your mum,” I mumbled into his chest. “She’s already referring to herself as Astoria’s mother-in-law. And apparently Astoria won’t talk to her like I did.”

He held me loosely away from him. “Do I even want to know what you said to my mother?”

“Probably not.”

“Now I definitely want to know.” Draco pulled away from me, beginning to pack up my bag and his, but he raised two pale blonde eyebrows at me in his, “I’m waiting,” look.

I shifted my footing. “I...may have called your dad a bigoted fool. To her face.”

Draco laughed loudly, forgetting our bags for a moment as he crossed the room and pinched my cheeks between his fingers. “You’re adorable if you think I’m going to let you go without a fight, Felicity Grace Zabini.”

I giggled as he kissed both of my cheeks, but my expression quickly sobered as his words sunk in.

“I’m afraid you might have to.”

He arched an eyebrow at me. “Might have to...?”

I swallowed hard.

“Fight.”

Chapter 26

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The Defender

So uh, hi. My names Sinead and I was completly enthralled by @shiningloki 's fic Get on Your Knees and Pray for Me (Please read it, it's a work of art. Warning; Heavy NSFW.) Annnnd I wanted to see this little family again so. Here we go. A fan fic of a fan fic.

CHAPTER 1

Stefan smiled as he peered from the top of his book to watch his parents on their balcony above him secretly. He’d long since grown from his childishness of gagging every time his parents so much as chastely pecked each other on the lips. Now his heart warmed as he watched them both laughing above him. They both deserved the happiness they had that the thought of anything tearing them apart broke Stefans heart a little. They both bore scars, all of which he was fascinated with as a child, small fingers tracing each bumpy outline. He was no longer fascinated by them, but understood why his father bore his so openly and proudly. It was his mother who explained to him quietly that mental scars ran much deeper, and much larger then the physical ones he bore from battle. Those were the ones he was most proud he overcame.

“How does he show them off mama?” He mumbled quietly as she stroked his hair.

“By carrying you on his shoulders every chance he gets.”

He chuckles when he remembers the night his father had finally told him the fairytale. He snorted. Asta gave it that name. Loki had tried to keep a stern look on his face but it broke into a grin even so.

It was told to him the night after he had gotten in….an altercation with another boy his age. The boy had a mouth, and he liked to run off with it.

“Nothing but the spawn of the common Midgardian whore and the Dark Prince who fell from Odin's grace!”

Stefan possessed magic that equaled his fathers at his own age, but instead he went the more satisfactory route.

He had punched him twice. Once for calling his mother, a fully realised Goddess in her own right, a common Midgardian whore. The second, for daring to slander his fathers name with such old cruelties.

“I am Lokison,” he yelled, shoulders straight, “and you will NEVER speak ill of my family again.”

One of his friends had pointed out he failed to punch him for insulting him. But Stefan had grinned, his mouth and nose bloody before dragging himself to his mother’s quarters before she found out through other means. She was attending to Eira, the youngest of his siblings who was only a toddler at the time when she caught sight of him. Her face had paled, and he rushed to explain he was ok, they weren’t in danger. He’d just gotten into a fight. She had chided him softly as she moped his nose and chin, Eira bouncing on his lap as he tried to assist, small hands bouncing gently off his chin. His father had appeared not two minutes after, hawking that Baldyrs son was walking around with a broken, bloody nose.

“About bloody —“ He spun slowly on his heel and faced him with wide eyes.

“He called Mom a common whore and slandered your name.” He straightened his back, looking his father squarely in the eyes, "I don't regret a thing."

He coughed, trying to hide the proud smile that stretched his face, “You know not to be fighting in court.”

When your mother had left him in his room that night, Loki had appeared at the door.

“You know, I did convince her you shouldn’t be punished too harshly. You showed restraint after all. You could have used your magic.” he still fought a smile, a rapidly losing battle.

“Thor is very proud of me, apparently, by the way.” he grinned, sweeping his hair out of his eyes.

That made his father unravel into fits of laughter, clutching his side. He snickered also, but it made him wince with his nose.

Loki had sighed, smiling as he sat on the bottom of his bed, and had launched into the tale.

“So truly I can’t really tell you off for defending your family's honour, I did take 5 bullets for your mother after all.” He finished smoothly, smirking at Stefans expression.

“Dad, you didn’t just take 5 bullets you literally took on bloody Odin himself!”

“With your grandmother, uncle and mother in tow.” He warned him, expression serious, “If you take anything from this my dearest Stefan please let it be that you can rely on your family. I am only ever,” he tapped his necklace, “one call away.”

“Stefan!” The present dragged him back to reality and he raised his hand waving to Alex to join him.

Two boys, him and Eira. Two girls, Asta and Eva. And then Alex, his sibling. Five plus Mom and Dad made the perfect storm for the Lokison name.

Alex's cheeks were flushed as they barreled into the chair beside him, slicking back long, inky hair once they caught their breath. Eira was the youngest, still only a child but soon a teen, then Alex, Eva, Asta and himself. Eva was his mother, but smaller, and Alex was similar, but for the inky black hair the rest of the family inherited.

"Uncle Thor had to leave the sparring match early," they explain as Stefan checks his watch, a frown settling over their face, "He was in such a hurry, it was kind of unsettling actually."

Stefan waved his hand, both acting as a dismissive gesture and that to vanish his book, "The nine realms have never known such peace. Don't worry. A diplomatic hiccup, not much more. The realms have never trusted each other more. How could they not? Mother is in charge of that after all." Stefan grinned and Alex relented, grinning up at their parents with a similar adoration on their face that Stefan showed quietly moments before.

"Maybe it's trouble down on Midgard." Stefan mused quietly, "The Avengers perhaps?"

Alex hummed quietly, basking in the late evening sun.

//--//--//

Loki smiles, wrapping arms around your waist as you both look down at two of your children talking quietly in the garden, hands flying animatedly as they throw arguments back and forth.

"I think we did an amazing job my love." he mutters quietly as he watches them both spring to their feet with a laugh that echoes the courtyard, Stefan summoning wooden swords for them to spar harmlessly with.

"I think we did." you smile and you mentally capture this moment in your mind forever. You'd have to paint it, actually. Your hall of art had changed over the years, reflecting your growing family. But by far Loki's favourite was the one at the very end, the huge canvas of your family all together. It would need to be redone, once Eira became a man in his own right, of course. But for now, it captured your family perfectly. You toyed with your necklace, watching thoughtfully as Stefans and Alex's chains glow with your grass green magic for a moment before they fade back to their deep emerald green once more. You felt so peaceful, but something didn't feel right, not in your gut.

"What troubles you, my pet?" Loki purrs and your eyes flutter closed as he places soft kisses all along your throat, hands gripping your waist tighter.

"Something doesn't feel right…" you murmur, sighing softly as the warmth of his lips leave their position. Loki hums softly, dragging you back into your chambers.

"We are all safe." he reassures you quietly, pressing a hand to your chest, "And if anything happens… we will know."

You nod but sigh anyway. Loki chuckles, pressing you against the wall, "My little Goddess… always so attentive to her tasks."

His voice dips and your worry flees your mind as his hand goes up to grip your throat, "I have many tasks I could focus your attention on… your lips around my cock… my hand beating your ass red."

You whimper quietly, but just as Loki is about to speak, his eyes flashing dangerously, there's a knock on the door. Loki growls, only detaching himself slightly before clearing his throat.

"Yes?"

"Prince Loki, your brother requests your presence in the throne room immediately. There's an urgent diplomatic matter he wishes you to aid him in."

Loki sighs and presses his forehead to yours.

"Tell brother dearest I'm coming."

"Later." he promises quietly, smiling and pressing a single finger to your lips. You smile and resist the urge to take it into your mouth.

You smooth your hair and peer out the window. Stefan and Alex are hugging each other tightly, before Alex pushes him away playfully. Stefan notices you and waves up, a wide smile on his face. You blow a kiss and he laughs, a note appearing before you, floating into your hand.

Love you too Mom xx

You sigh dramatically. A carbon copy of his father. The only thing separating them was Stefan's short hair.

You exit your chambers, old habits dying slowly of kissing each of the children goodnight.

---///---///

It's late when Stefan wakes, darkness still cloaking his room and he frowns. He's an unusually heavy sleeper, and is often made fun of when he emerges late from his room in the early hours of the evening.

His curtains flutter and his heart beats loudly in his chest. He closed his balcony door before he went to bed. And locked it.

Quietly, he summons a dagger and swings his feet out of bed. He scans his room, concealing his dagger with his magic, but his hand is shaking. He closes his eyes and focuses on the necklace at his throat.

"Dad, come quietly, quickly. I think there's someone in my room."

The response is almost instantaneous, but the only indication to him is the dip in his bed.

"Stand, pretend to head for the bathroom, keep your dagger hidden."

He felt his father's hand at the back of his neck, squeezing him gently, "You're safe, my son. No harm will come to you."

Stefan stands lazily, heading to his bathroom, eyes darting around as he fakes a yawn, running his fingers through his hair.

A figure leaps from the darkness and he growls, dropping into a roll, the attacker leaping into a crumpled heap before they both leap to their feet. The attacker lunges, but he is caught by his throat, his father revealing himself in a flash of brilliant green light. The fury on his father's face is nothing Stefan has ever seen before, cold hard lines and his eyes practically glow in the dark room.

"Well done my boy." Loki grins at him as Stefan leans heavily on his door frame hand to his chest. Then his heart stops.

"The others!" he lets his dagger clatter to the floor and practically flies out of the door, sword fitting in his palm easily. He practically kicks down the door of each of his siblings in turn, flooding the room with light, before stumbling back out. Asta practically leaps out of bed when he wakes her, the panic on his face telling her everything she needs to know. He flicks her a dagger and they both sprint towards Alex's room, feet impossibly loud on the marble floor. Stefan grits his feet and Alex's door practically flies off its hinges.

Just in time to see someone leap off his balcony ledge, Alex draped over their shoulders like a sack of bricks.

"ALEX." Astas scream pierces the air but Stefan leaps off the balcony like a deranged man, landing impossibly lightly before taking off at a breakneck speed. The attacker weaves in and out of the maze of hedges trying to lose him, but a cold smile graces Stefans face. He's been running in these gardens since he was a child, he knows every pocket like the back of his hand.

"Stop!" He bellows as they reach the edge of Asgard, the attacker not turning to face him, "I am Stefan of Asgard, Son of Loki and you will release my sibling immediately."

The attacker turns slowly. But Stefan can only see his thin smile.

"No."

And he falls backwards.

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taziidcvil · 3 years

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Guard Dogs? If you are able to (I know you’ve said you have kinda fallen out of interest with RWBY). Otherwise, the gays from Sk8? Renga I think it’s called. I don’t go there but they look cute!

Send me a ship~

I'll be a thot and do both<3 thank you ;u;

Under a readmore because answering two will get hella long

GUARD DOGS

who hogs the duvet

Marrow cannot stay still and tangles in the blankets. Wakes up as a comfortable warm burrito while Jaune freezes

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Both are good at checking in but Marrow’s a little excessive

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Growing up in such a large family Jaune is more used to having to get creative and overly thoughtful. There’s only so many socks someone can receive on one birthday

who gets up first in the morning

Jaune’s been around loud early risers all his life. He doesn’t know what a sleep in feels like.

who suggests new things in bed

Marrow is bolder about bringing it up

who cries at movies

Both of them

who gives unprompted massages

Jaune loves how fast Marrow melts with a good back and shoulder rub

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Jaune is more practical and experienced in taking care of people when they’re sick, and his semblance can lend a massive hand. But Marrow’s more over the top and terrible at it, but he tries his best!

who gets jealous easiest

Marrow. Half the time Jaune doesn’t even realise when someone’s flirting with Marrow.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Both of them have a questionably poppy taste in music, but only one of them gets embarrassed over it. And it’s Jaune.

who collects something unusual

After spending so much time travelling, Jaune knows to pack light and doesn’t really collect anything unnecessary. Marrow likes bobbleheads and cool rocks he finds on missions.

who takes the longest to get ready

Jaune’s outfit takes longer to put on. And don’t even get him started on the hair.

who is the most tidy and organised

Marrow. Between Nora and his sisters, Jaune has given up on keeping a system to anything.

who gets most excited about the holidays

They’re both absolute dorks about it

who is the big spoon/little spoon

Marrow likes to be held

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Marrow by a long shot. Jaune just likes to make sure Marrow’s having fun. Marrow, on the other hand, is a shittalker.

who starts the most arguments

Jaune can get frustrated over the smallest things

who suggests that they buy a pet

It’s a group effort. Marrow gets sad about strays and Jaune offers.

what couple traditions they have

One cannot have a cup of coffee without making one for the other too. Their days always start with turning off the coffee pot.

what tv shows they watch together

They both like contest romance shows, like the bachelor. Neither of them can ever agree who will win. Spoilers; they’re both wrong.

what other couple they hang out with

Nora usually drags them both into double dates with Ren, but she spends most of the dates grilling the two while Ren gets some much needed rest.

how they spend time together as a couple

They’re both very touch affectionate and can and will spend many hours napping together on the couch. Marrow also likes to sit and watch Jaune cook, and volunteers as the taste tester even when Jaune doesn’t ask.

who made the first move

Marrow made many moves before Jaune ever managed to take a hint

who brings flowers home

Marrow. Growing up in the colder areas of Atlas, he’s not used to fresh flowers. He gets very excited when he finds more interesting ones, and Jaune prunes them and sets them in a vase for him.

who is the best cook

Jaune. Marrow’s better at eating it.

First, thank you for sending anything for sk8 ;u;

Second, thank GOD you explained past ‘the gays’ because that’s,,,, that’s just the entire cast XD

RENGA

who hogs the duvet

Reki gets colder easier. Langa doesn’t mind.

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

Langa usually sends Reki pictures of things he finds interesting or his random thoughts. Reki finds it endearing.

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

Reki by a long shot. Langa forgets birthdays and anniversaries pretty easily.

who gets up first in the morning

Morning? These boys keep staying up until the early hours of the morning skateboarding, you’re lucky to see them before noon without an alarm to do the job for them.

who suggests new things in bed

Langa discovers new things and asks Reki without the slightest hint of warning.

who cries at movies

Reki. Langa is usually lost and has no idea what’s going on.

who gives unprompted massages

Reki is very considerate with these things. Langa’s learning to be too.

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

Reki’s used to taking care of his little sisters. Langa doesn’t really know what to do and just kind of mopes around until he gets better.

who gets jealous easiest

Reki’s started off incredibly bad about it, but he’s steadily getting better. Langa doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body.

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

Langa has no concept of shame. Reki, on the other hand, is incredibly self-conscious over it

who collects something unusual

Langa collects broken pieces of skateboards and Reki constructs them into weird amalgamations of skate art. Langa thinks it’s amazing.

who takes the longest to get ready

Langa rolls out of bed and claims he’s ready. Reki has to push him and remind him to at least brush his teeth.

who is the most tidy and organised

Mama Langa taught her son that much at least!

who gets most excited about the holidays

Reki gets pumped over holidays. Langa gets excited because Reki’s excited.

who is the big spoon/little spoon

They’re both disasters of tangled limbs and laying over the top of each other, but Langa holds onto Reki more. And Reki loves to be the little spoon.

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

Reki used to get ugly competitive where as Langa enjoyed the competitiveness in a friendly way. Reki’s gotten much better since, and both can balance competitiveness and fun.

who starts the most arguments

Langa doesn’t know how to argue. He just looks sad until Reki gives in.

who suggests that they buy a pet

Langa wants anything and everything as a pet. Reki has to remind him not anything and everything should be a pet.

what couple traditions they have

what their little handshake greet doesn’t count? Because that is ABSOLUTELY their tradition.

what tv shows they watch together

Both enjoy extreme sports shows, especially skating. Reki also enjoys DIY and pawn shop shows.

what other couple they hang out with

Much to Reki’s annoyance, Adam has a nasty habit of dropping in with Tadashi in tow. They are their constant uninvited guests.

how they spend time together as a couple

s-skating. lots and lots of skating.

who made the first move

It sort of happened naturally. Just a closeness between them that evolved overtime before Reki realised they kind of sort of were dating all along.

who brings flowers home

Neither of them are really interested in flowers. And yet somehow Langa always ends up with bouquets from Adam and doesn’t know what to do with them. Reki usually palms them off to his mother.

who is the best cook

Reki has cooked for his sisters many times before and had to help his mother in the kitchen. Langa has never used an oven in his life.

#renga #guard dogs #sk8 the infinity #rwby #;u; thank you friend!!

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 3 years

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Land Mammal | Feeding Habits Update #7

Hello! We are back for another Feeding Habits update, but this time we’re chatting chapter 8, aka Land Mammal.

Just a reminder: This is my original work and plagiarism of any form will not be tolerated.

Scene outline & excerpts under the cut because this one is a long one! If you missed previous updates or are new to the project, check out the novel intro page (which links all the updates) HERE!

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Scene A:

After Harrison enters his apartment to find his ex Lonan hanging out in his kitchen in chapter six, he nopes to his room and tends to his German Shepherd puppy, June.

His mother, Suzanna interrupts him and attempts to explain that he can’t run away from his problems, and after the two argue, Harrison exits his room to find Lonan mopping up Harrison’s tracks of seawater from chapter six.

Scene B:

Harrison brings Lonan to a kiosk for canoe rentals and rents a canoe. Harrison sets up their journey whereas Lonan refuses to enter the water after subtly announcing a new fear of it. Instead, he collects beach stones from the sand. They have their first conversation in months where Harrison eggs Lonan on until he finally gets in the canoe. They set out on the water where Harrison questions Lonan regarding his relationship with Eliza (who he presumes he’s still in a relationship with) who is not there with him. Harrison accuses Lonan of murder and subsequently capsizes the canoe so they reunite underwater.

Scene C:

Harrison wakes up alone the next day on a hay bale, having stolen Lonan’s money (and shirt tea tea tea). We can assume he’s abandoned him and has travelled to the barn mentioned in chapter six. Here, he decides he needs an excuse for why he’s there early to the homeowners. He decides, since they hired him to fix up their barn, he’ll just say he was trying to be a good worker and get a head start.

However, as he approaches the farmhouse, the door is opened for him by Sharleen Harvey, his boss’ wife. He bullshits his excuse for being there so early just as Sharleen leads him to the breakfast table where Lonan sits (lol). Everyone there knows Harrison is clearly lying.

Scene D:

Harrison eats pancakes on the porch with the Harveys’ dog when Lonan joins him.

Scene Ea:

We dive into what happened after Harrison capsized their canoe. Harrison gets a lil unhinged and things get a lil murdery oops. This leads to shenanigans!! That is all I will say!!!

Scene Eb:

A very short, poetic paragraph that collects details from sentences in scene Ea that follow a Blue [NOUN] structure.

Scene Ec:

A two-sentence nudge at the ~the shenanigans

Scene F:

Harrison notices Lonan wears the ring he and Harrison tracked Eliza down to retrieve, and questions him as to why he didn’t propose to her with it. He goes on a desperate rant on why they should’ve gotten married before Lonan insists it’s now time for him to bring him home. The end of this scene signals a very slight glimpse of Harrison finally humanizing Lonan after a chapter of demonizing him (and also Harrison’s failing mental state).

Scene Ga:

Harrison falls asleep on the car ride back to his apartment in the city and doesn’t wake up until a day later. In this time, Lonan has stayed with him. He eventually wakes up and immediately notices Lonan fiddling with the guardian angel pendant he gifted him. Harrison seems to finally realize the weight of Lonan’s humanity in this scene and allows himself to trust him once again to some extent.

Scene Gb:

A second poem paragraph that references the water shenanigans that occur in scene Ea

Can you tell I’ve been really into poetry lately the poet in me said hello!

Excerpts:

This is a ~tender excerpt that explains Harrison’s mindset!

Suzanna is prettier in bad light. The tungsten of his bedroom’s cheap lightbulb cratering her waterline so the smudge of kohl shifts, the zip of her crow’s feet, the shimmer on her cheeks, all the soft things about her. She holds a beach towel, cactus print. This new life a second try neither asked for but committed to, this move back to the east their thing. Window-shopping for kitchenware on Sundays, snatching samples of bratwurst and sauerkraut for each other at the market, sharing each other’s toothpicks, burning caramel popcorn and renting the wrong DVDs, inventing new takes on boeuf bourguinon, sending postcards to each other even though they share an address. Undeniably theirs. A life unappreciated, and yet what he says next is “Where’s Eliza?” instead of I don’t want this life to end. Harrison pets the dog.

The following is the entire scene of the boys’ first interaction in months. TW: homicide, religious content, suicide, nods to self-harm

A canoe-rental kiosk ruching the Hudson River. Harrison pays for a two-hour timeslot with the last of his savings and lugs it to the shoreline by himself. It is nearly midnight, the sky clogged with fog and moonlight.

Lonan will not enter the water. Back near the kiosk, he fiddles with a beachstone, bathing in tungsten from the streetlamp above him. He gave no reason for his rejection, just picked stones as they walked along the boardwalk, through the parking lot, to the kiosk. As if he’d polish them, feed them through a rock tumbler as if he has the patience for that, tend to them like infants, shape, polish, burnish, sell them for thirty dollars a piece and donate the money to an animal sanctuary, as if has the mind to.

Harrison shifts the canoe perpendicular to the water and steps in. The boat cranks under his weight, its coldness seeping through his jeans.

Lonan stoops for more stones. His knees luminescing in white sand. His hair oilslick, cropped to his scalp like blunt grass. His fingers arrowing through sand, a raven filching seed. He unearths the stones with urgency, a paleontologist, a gravedigger.

“You’ll never make a sale on those,” Harrison shouts from the canoe. His voice splinters the night and puffs with the sand.

Lonan nearly drops his handful of stones. It takes him a moment to look up, and when he does, he searches the treeline first, the windows of a parked SUV, the gaps between a thicket of lifejackets before reaching Harrison, and he’s so deerlike, Harrison thinks, he’s so limp, so feeble, so susceptible. His hair jutting briefly from his scalp like an accordion, badly cut probably because Eliza likes it that way. His skin nearly lilac in places, a gauntness in his face, a hunger.

“My mother tells me you like her cooking,” he continues. “That you’re here for your sister. That you’re here alone.”

Lonan reaches for another stone.

“Eliza wants you to look like a deacon.” Harrison frills a hand toward his hair, snaps his fingers like scissors. “So holy. I could ordain you right now. Make you born-again. There’s so much water.”

“I don’t swim,” Lonan says. He reaches for another stone, then another so his palms turn into one.

“You don’t? You’re a land mammal. Rhinoceros. Hippopotamus. Is it the stones? You’re afraid they’ll sink you?”

“I’m not keeping the stones.”

“Then why search for them?”

Lonan sets the pile down. They clatter into the sand and toil into new holes, a sand cloud disguising them in the minute he rises, dusts himself off, limb by limb, and walks toward the canoe.

“Is it supposed to be avant garde?” Harrison asks as he gets closer. “The hair. So avant garde. So high fashion. Everyone wants you.” And then, “You’re scared of water now. The last time I knew you that’s where you wanted to be buried. It’s a good opportunity. Take the stones with you. Company that serves a purpose.”

Lonan hikes into the canoe. He takes a seat opposite Harrison and grips the paddle as if it’s a murder weapon ready to save him.

“She might be dead,” Lonan says. They push from the shore, and Lonan scores the water with the paddle until the kiosk shrinks. His hands jitter, unsteady, but takes them through the water. “She’s not with me.”

“Are those things related?” Harrison shifts closer to him, that haunted, lilac, hungry face, the edges of him he knows, he’s touched, the nose he’s nudged, the eyelids he’s dabbed, the ears he’s breathed into and out of, the mouth he’s spoken into and spoken out of. That hunted lilac hungry face, searching for a place where he can be sustenance, a place he knows, a place of comfort. The holes all closed. Those pores no longer constellations he’s memorized. That haunted lilac hungry face no longer his. “How did you do it?” Harrison asks. He stares at Lonan’s hands, the hands he should know, nailbeds he’s scored with his own, fingers he’s matched with his own, palms he’s stamped with his own. “Asphyxiation? Death by drowning. Death by land mammal.” He tries his wrist next, tendons flexing with the paddle, that expanse of skin a flute of ivory, those veins he should know, where they conjoin, where they branch like an oakwood. Those scars he knows the stories of—accidents, non-accidents, safety pins, lighters, cigarettes, ballpoint pens. Harrison could recite those stories a year ago and now they’ve dissolved, unmemories.

“It was an accident.”

“You’re a murderer.”

“I’m sorry.”

They’ve paddled so far from the kiosk, it’s like they’re on their own planet. A planet of only water. A planet uninhabitable, where land mammals sink and never come back up. Lonan’s eyes glisten with moonlight, and his waterline should be recognizable, dampening now, cattled with wet eyelashes, should be memorable, what it felt like to touch their ledge. All foreign. He’s foreign. So foreign. His anti-hair, anti-face, anti-hands, anti-wrists. He’s crying and immemorable. He’s crying and sorry.

Harrison shuffles forward until their knees touch. He reaches. He makes contact. He touches his skin. He touches his ear. He touches cheek. He touches eyes, fingerprints his irises, wrings the tears from his waterline, pulls his face by the jaw, cradling his land mammal. He is crying. They should both cry. They are both crying. Their own lake puddling in Harrison’s palm. Theirs as Harrison dips his free hand into the water. Theirs as he hushes Lonan’s writhing. Theirs as he christens him, the water gorging his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Theirs as he promises it will be okay. Theirs as he says he will get to know this stranger. Theirs as they promise to both regrow. Theirs as Harrison jerks the canoe. Theirs as they capsize. Theirs as they reunite in fizzing tide, caught in the river, both animals trapped in amber.

Tea:

The next time he is dry, he is lying on a bale of hay, wearing the wrong shirt, a hundred dollars richer. All of these things are related. The hay only because he paid for a cab with money he only has because of the shirt, five twenties easily slipped into the breast pocket when Lonan wasn’t looking. Twenty on the cab ride to Brooklyn, and now he’s face-first in a spool of hay that is better than sleeping in his own bed.

Harrison being chaotic and embarrassing lol:

A seagull on a ceiling beam gorges on a French fry. It eats with conviction, the fry lost in its throat before he even blinks. It flies through the hole in the roof as Harrison rises off the hay bale.

He did not announce his arrival to Theodore Harvey. In fact, he entered the property like it was his own, picked the barn’s lock with the edge of one of Lonan’s beachstones—he did keep one, in the pocket with his shirt, right behind the money—and slept without worrying what his mother would think. His third life is no longer necessary—it has already been disturbed. It is more efficient to deescalate than renew.

He decides he will not tell Harvey of his stay but lie and say he arrived at the farm early, 6AM, a good man trying to start his work early. Trying to impress. He’ll lie, say he tried picking up a tray of raspberry danishes from the bakery but it was too early for anyone to have opened. He’ll lie, apologize to Harvey’s wife Sharleen for showing up empty-handed. It’s rude to bring no offering.

Harrison fixes himself in the reflection of an overturned wheelbarrow, its silver belly clouded with rust. He exits the barn dry, well-rested, a richer, more fashionable man.

Before he even finishes ascending the veranda of the Harvey house, Sharleen opens the door. Her white hair is pearled into a bun. She wears a paisley patterned apron, chartreuse.

“Raspberry Danishes,” Harrison says. “All I wanted was to bring you some fresh raspberry Danishes, but all the bakeries were closed.”

Sharleen rolls up her sleeves. Her hands are caked with flour and fat.

“I considered tulips, but realized I’ve never asked for your favourite flower. Is it tulips? Hydrangeas? Chrysanthemums?”

Sharleen juts open the screen door and holds it open for him. He enters the foyer, and it smells like cinnamon, like sugar.

“I’ve heard marigolds are helpful for warding off squirrels,” he says, taking the hand she offers for his jacket. Sharleen doesn’t jump when he runs his finger across her wedding band and pecks her knuckles with his mouth. She doesn’t even speak. “Is that true?” as they usher toward the kitchen. “Pretty and purposeful. Sounds fake.”

Sharleen dusts her hands on her apron and jars open the kitchen door.

“Could be a double whammy. Or a scam. Or an old wife’s tale,” Harrison is saying as they walk into the kitchen, so occupied with the marigolds he does not notice when Sharleen returns to the stove to flip a pancake, so occupied, when he turns to the kitchen table, expecting only Harvey but seeing Lonan, all he says is, “Sounds too good to be true.”

Lonan joining Harrison on the porch after the above:

Harrison eats his pancakes on the porch. The Harveys’ dog joins him, a golden retriever named Leila. He cuts her a rift of cake and slots it into her mouth when she whines. One bite for him, another for Leila. Him, Leila, him, Leila. The good news is since he fixed their coffee machine, he now drinks drip.

It does not take long for Lonan to follow him outside. Harrison’s known this was inevitable and has dreaded the last five minutes because of it. He slits another triangle of pancake and feeds it to the dog.

It’s too cold to be out without a jacket. Wind nips Harrison’s ears and icicles his fingertips. Lonan’s shirt, the pale blue button-up he nabbed knowing he’d have cash, brays under the breeze, barely denser than a tissue.

TW: This gets a bit murder-y!

Suspended in water, Lonan was aquatic. Blue eyes turning into blue skin into blue lips into blue throat, chest, wrist. Shards of his sheared hair slung in sheathes of bubbles, his face blissfully marred by their movement. Blue collarbones, blue earlobe, blue shoulder blade, blue pinkie finger.

Harrison pulled him by the shirtsleeve before he could swim back to the surface, contorting them under the hex of the overturned boat. Him and the water a double team as they took Lonan by the shoulders and held him underwater, an insect stilled and ready to be inspected. Saltwater burned Harrison’s eyes as he stared, but that wasn’t a deterrent. If he only had a moment to look, he wanted it to be in stillness, in a place time unravels. Blue knuckles, blue abdomen, blue forearm, blue tibia.

When Harrison dragged them toward the six-inch gap between the water’s surface and the canoe’s dome, he held them both there, sheep and shepherd, slain and slaughterer. His hands cupped around his throat like butterfly wings, holding him there for safekeeping. Blue nose-bridge, blue sclera, blue cheekbone, blue teeth. He coughed water.

Iconic dialogue (TW: this is also a bit murder-y!):

“Pull me under,” Lonan said, spitting water, his voice grating under pressure. He trembled, his limbs his betrayal, tremoloing in the waves.

And Harrison did. Dousing him by the shoulders and holding him under so only he floated in the miniscule gap of air, Lonan a sunken, thrashing speck. It was thrilling, holding a body in his hands, determining its fate. And equally as thrilling to hold it as he lulled Lonan back up and over his shoulder where he deflated, gasping. At first Lonan coughed, once twice, heaving saltwater and saliva. But then a birdlike sound, compact but jittering, the wisp of a laugh, and Harrison couldn’t help but wonder if he was thrilled, too

“Do you feel accomplished, Harrison?” Lonan asked, his teeth prattling like an accordion. His hand trailed up the tail of his jacket, scrawling along the soaked leather. Lonan shifted, his body dead weight nearly drowned. And there was the sound again, chirping, “You’re not the first person who’s tried to kill me this year. Congratulations.”

Harrison angst in its prime:

Harrison adjusted his grip around Lonan so one arm supported his torso and the other scored his jaw. His fingers pressed against the skin there so it paled, exploring along that blue skin, blue mouth. The facts were: Lonan was not there for him, or so he told Suzanna, and so he was a changed man, uncoupled, unromanced, a clean restart. They would get out of the water. Harrison would climb into the backseat of the car Lonan drove instead of the passenger’s side because he wouldn’t want to look at him, and they would return to the apartment and not speak again. Suzanna would intervene in the next morning, maybe get up early to make breakfast, French toast, or crepes, or single-serve omelettes, and they would look at each other and it would be easier to forgive Lonan for a decision Harrison made. Suzanna would say he shouldn’t feel rejected when he was the one doing the rejecting and apologize a few hours later, blame it on the side effects of her cough drops. So it would be fine. They would be friends, or whatever they were before Eliza, and Harrison would live his cyclical life with a new-old person who didn’t come searching for him. Glamorous.

This is scene Ec if you were wondering what that looked like:

After, in a wash of cattails, saltwater in their mouths. Their bodies keeling over the other’s like the matrix of a ribcage. Snowmelt turning them both blue.

I find this description v cute ok I need a Harrison flannel:

Lonan is on his fifth button. His skin crests from underneath the squares of orange and red. The fabric smelling dangerously of Harrison: cigarette smoke, cinnamon.

Harrison badgers Lonan about not marrying Eliza and then it gets PURE:

“Why won’t you marry her?” Harrison asks. “You could have children. A honeymoon.”

Lonan stuffs his free hand into his pocket. His breath fogs with every exhale, his nose pinkish with cold. Harrison doesn’t feel any of it, the breath, the cold, his hands. He doesn’t move to button up his flannel. He doesn’t want to move.

“You’re going back to her. You’re here to check on Reeve, and then you’re going back. To get married. To have children. To honeymoon forever.”

Lonan’s hair is awful. Spoking from his scalp like a raven’s wings, some sections ragged, uneven. Not a haircut, but punishment.

“You’re perfect,” Harrison says. He should being shivering, be freezing, but he feels nothing. “Why can’t you say you’re perfect?”

Lonan moves first. They could reabsorb. Go back to blue. But Lonan only reaches for the flannel with his free hand and drapes it around Harrison’s shoulders. Arm by arm, slotting them through the sleeves. Button by button, securing it up his abdomen, his chest, right up to his throat. If Harrison looks closely, one of his eyes is rimmed with scarlet, like a vessel there popped, and a pool of lilac simmers, almost undetectable, across his temple.

“You could’ve married her,” Harrison says. His voice has dropped to a whisper. Lonan swings his jacket around his shoulders, securing his arms through each loop of leather, one, two. Zipping so his exposed skin may rewarm.

“I need to take you home,” Lonan says. Lonan with the broken eye. Lonan with the blackberry skin. Lonan with the teeth-shorn shirt. Lonan with the mowed hair. Lonan with the burned palms. Lonan with the wedding ring that was never really a wedding ring. Lonan who looks as if he’s always prepared to blink, just in case something comes out to get him.

The following is from scene Ga:

Harrison sleeps in the car on his way back and doesn’t wake until the next day. In that time, Suzanna slots takeout boxes through the unrolled window, three full meals: sweet corn and tomato fusilli, beef stifado, meatless cassoulet. What she doesn’t know is they sit, untouched, under the passenger’s seat, not because Lonan is averted by her cooking, but because he’s saving them to share, just in case. She brings a vacuum sealed bag of extra comforters the first evening when flurries dot the windshield, Harrison is swathed in them all by the time the snow reaches half an inch. One lined with Sherpa closest to his skin when he stirs, the bulbs of fabric like cottage cheese. In the time he’s in the car he dreams. Of driving into the ocean. Of haircuts. Marriage.

When he opens his eyes, Lonan is nuzzled against the windowpane, his arms folded over his chest. He wears only the corduroy jacket, the layers of blankets piled over Harrison’s arms in dense tufts, like the Pasteis de Nata he and Suzanna watch the bakers laminate at the local bakery.

The only valid thing about snow is that I can get these descriptions out of it:

The snow has levelled to a healthy four inches. In sunbeams, it griddles with light, fractals picking the windshield, Lonan’s eyes. And for a few minutes, this is it: the blanket life-ring, the sun coiled in the space between them. Suzanna makes apple cider in weather like this. Cinnamon to pair with the subtle remnants of winter, cloves to warm, turmeric and ginger to surprise. Inside the apartment, Harrison imagines her stirring a saucepot bobbing with fruit and rind, skinning oranges, lemons, turning the kitchen lights on, off, on, off, until her son comes home.

And to end this update, here is the final “poem-y” paragraph:

Land mammals in the water. Spitting bubbles and rims of wave. Their mouths caverns, limbs rattlesnaking, lungs inflating. Land mammals in the water. Coasts apart now re-seamed, kicking up sand, knocking teeth, touching spines. Land mammals in the water. Eyelashes drowning, mouth to mouth. Land mammals in the water, gaping at each other’s throats.

Thank you for reading! Hope y’all enjoyed this very chaotic chapter!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writerblr #writingupdates #fostered #feedinghabits #mothwork

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okqay-letry-fnafic · 4 years

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Alfie Solomons x Reader (part 3)

summary: You and Alfie start a habit of meeting up every Sunday afternoon. fluff proceeds.

part 1 , part 2 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6

Authors note: so english is not my first language and I’ve only written my first fanfic two days ago. So please be kind and give it a try. disclaimer the reader has a specific backstory. ps sorry this is a short one next will be longer. Okay let’s go:

After that day in the rain things were different. You and Alfie would still run into each other every morning at the bakery, but now you weren’t strangers.

You would smile as soon as you saw him and he would return the favour, tipping his hat and opening the door for you. You could feel your stomach flutter every time he would say good morning.

The baker noticed this change as well. Hell if the bakery didn’t clear out every time before Alfie arrived everyone in Camden would have known. That’s how obvious it was. The two of you starring at each other like teenagers in love. It almost disturbed the baker to see the infamous gangster like that. God you hardly said anything to each other but the man still felt very awkward being near the two of you. If it was anyone else besides Alfie Solomon he would have said get a room a long time ago.

You were much more energized and happy than you had ever been since you arrived in London. Everyone noticed it, your aunt, the girls at the telephone dispatch station you worked at and even your acquaintances from the synagogue. They thought it was because you had finally settled in and weren’t homesick anymore. That was true but little did they know you had a secret. A little secret named Alfie Solomon.

Every Sunday you would wake up early and clean your appartement. It was tiny but cozy. Hidden in the little side street next to the bookstore you lived above. Your aunt had also gotten you this apartment knowing the owner of the store below. Around noon you would make tea and get your biscuit tin. Only a few minutes later you would hear a knock. Opening the door there stood Alfie Solomons and Cyril wagging his tail.

You would let them in and as soon as Alfie let the dog off the leash the dog he would run at you, pushing your leg with his head wanting to be petted. This would make you smile, Cyril always being happy to see you. Of course it wasn’t just Cyril.

Alfie would come in and take of his hat and his coat. He’d hang them on a hook on the back of the door. He’d visited enough to know that was where you hung the coats. Then he would sit at your kitchen table, leaning on your chair, his sleeves rolled up, a cup of tea in his hand and you would talk.

You would talk for hours about anything. Alfie would tell you what stupid thing Cyril did this week, while the dog lay next to the table chewing on a bone you would ask for at butcher.

“So there was this goose right” Alfie said

“ A goose?” You questioned

“Yeah a goose. Probably escaped from the butcher or something” Alfie said

“So this oversized duck was walking across the street and this bastard ” Alfie pointed at Cyril. “He’d seen him before I did and he went mad. Nearly pulled me half across London barking at that bird”

“Ow the poor thing, he must have been so confused being lost like that” you said

“ The poor thing?! It was a viscous beast. Should have seen it. It spread his wings and flew at me hissing like the devil” Alfie said

You started to laugh.

“This fucking coward was no help at all with his tail between his legs. Had to fight for me life all on me own. That beast was a better fighter than half the men in London, bite me right in the arm” Alfie said

You would then tell Alfie what Jewish tradition your aunt had taught you this week. Alfie would further explain it if you had any questions you weren’t comfortable asking your aunt. He would also tell you stories of your people.

“ So there was this pharaoh, dirty Egyptian scum really. Who kept our people, the Jewish people in slavery for thousand and thousand of years right ... “

He was a good story teller, you could listen to him all day. He would sometimes ask you about your work. You never asked about his. You shared childhood memories and found common interests. You discovered that you were both passionate readers. To no ones surprise you had vastly varying on opinions on books, but to your surprise Alfie revealed himself as quite the hopeless romantic.

“ I don’t quite understand why he wouldn’t just t-?

“ Because he is in love, sweetheart. Men and women do very fucking foolish things when they’re in love. It’s part of the magic innit ? “ Alfie interrupted.

You loved debating with the man. He was so brutally honest it was fascinating to hear what he said. Time would fly by, before you knew it was dark and Alfie had to leave. You were always sad to see him go but you knew you would see him the next morning in the bakery. You would smile at each other not just because you were happy but because you had a shared little secret, each other. —- Enough was enough the baker thought. This poor innocent woman clearly needs help.

--- Authors note: so this was further developing their relationship and leaving you with a little cliff hanger to be continued ....

ps let me know what you thought.

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enigma-im · 4 years

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Hanging By a Moment

Prompt # 4

Subject: 69 Monster: Bat Monster

so above as below

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"I'll be off work around 7 and be home at like 8 ish, you want me to pick anything up for you? No? alright, enjoy your daytime nap, lazy. Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. Love you, see you tonight," with a curt smile to myself I hang up the phone. I allow myself a moment of giddiness before heading back out on the floor to work.

The rest of the day is filled with great anticipation. It's been so long since I've gotten to see Duncan and I can't bring myself to relax. He went out of town to visit some family up north for the week, leaving me alone at the house during the time. I've been lonely, pent up, and a little depressed all week. This has been the longest we have been apart since we started dating. It feels juvenile to act this way about a boy, all eager to see them like it's junior year of high school. But at this point, I don't care.

The workday is slow while I walk about the store waiting on customers. The middle of the week is hardly prime time for people to buy beauty products. A few older ladies peruse the merchandise but most don't buy anything, feeling content to complain about the sale's fine print and prices. I find myself watching the clock more than restocking and organizing products.

Time ticks by slowly as I find myself watch the clock longingly.

"For the love of god! Just leave early, I can't take this forlorn look any longer. Go see your boyfriend before I collapse into a Nicholas Sparks coma," my coworker complains dramatically. I miss most of her conversation having only heard 'leave early'.

"I don’t really understand all that you said but thank you! I owe you one," I jump up and around to the back. I snatch my bag and jacket from the lockers before bolting out the door, waving goodbye.

"You're taking my shift Friday," she calls after me. I merely wave behind my back as I dig my keys from my bag.

I blare my music as I drive over to my flat. I park in my spot before rushing up the stairs with a pep in my step. I make it up to my room, immediately finding Duncan resting in the corner.

When he first moved in he informed me that, though he enjoys sharing a bed, that he can't rid the habit of sleeping upside down. I'd imagine more so since he just came back from his family's place. Since he told me this I offered him two options. The closet or a pull-up bar. He picks depending on the lighting. Today he chose the pullup bar sitting between a wall and a bookshelf.

I look over his curled up body, noticing his lack of clothing. He has never been shy about his nudity, taking to only pants when he lounges about the house. A t-shirt on when he is out, or we expect company. Now he sleeps in the buff, covering his modesty with his wings.

He sways slightly with each breath, a light snore coming from his nose. I take a moment to admire him, taking in everything I've missed. His smooshed nose, large ears, poking fangs, and leathery wings. The urge to walk over and kiss him awake is strong. I even walk closer, leaning down near his face with a smile. As I reach out to cup his face I hear a faint groan followed by a short fluttering of his wings. I curiously look up at his adjustment, noticing a slight bulge near his legs.

I stand and gently reach out to move his wings over. He snorts, I freeze. I watch him for a moment before finding his cock popping between his wings. An idea pops in my head, a very good idea. Grabbing his emerging cock I gently tease it, fiddling with his tip before massaging his balls. Licking my lips I eagerly watch as his entire length emerges into my awaiting hand.

"Hello," I whisper to myself. My hand slides down to his base, wiggling his cock near my face. My delicious plan takes action as I press his tip to my lip, flicking it a bit with my tongue. Below me I hear Duncan grunt, his wings sliding apart. The rush I feel runs down my chest and into my stomach. The feel of his tip in my mouth, pearls of pre settling on my tongue.

I take him farther into my mouth, groaning around him for added flair. Bobbing my head slowly, exploring him with my tongue. Part of me wants him to wake up, to comment on what I'm doing. Though another part wants him to stay asleep, awaken when he cums down my throat.

Lost in thought and the experience I just barely notice his wings part completely, his hands cupping my hips. I grin around him, pulling back to look down between us.

"Good morning," he answers in a gravelly voice," please, don't let me stop you." his toothy grin brings butterflies to my stomach. I return the smile before grabbing him again and wrapping my lips around him. I bob as I listen to his small grunts, tracing my tongue over his veins.

Out the corner of my eyes, I see his wings pull back from around me. His fingers dig into my pants, bringing them down slowly. I lean back from him, looking between us to see him reach out to cup my crotch. A deep hiss rips up my throat at the contact, nearly purring as his tracing a finger up between my folds.

"Wet because of me? I'm flattered," he chuckles," you keep working up there, I'm going to be a bit busy down here." before I can ask he pulls me a step forward to lean up and bury his face between my legs. I choke on a gasp, spreading my legs more as I get lost in the sensation of his tongue. It takes me a moment to come back to myself, just enough to pull his cock back into my mouth.

I lack a little enthusiasm this go around, focusing too much on him. His fingers dig into my hips while his tongue laps along my clit. I can't keep up a consistent pace, especially when he delve his tongue inside me. I back off his cock, resting my head on his thigh while my hips buck into his mouth.

"Jesus," I roll my forehead on his leg, "please". He follows my plead, lapping up before sucking on my clit. Humming with satisfaction as my cries of pleasure echoes around the room. My fingers dig into his fur, grabbing fistfuls as I clench up. I shout out praises, bucking wildly along his lips. God, I've missed him.

He walks me down from my high, leaving small kisses around my hips and thighs. I pet my thumb over his leg while catching my breath. He lets me relax, holding me with that cocky grin on his face.

A moment later he pushes me back, giving himself room to come off his bar. He straightens, displaying his bobbing cock with great eagerness.

"You think you are ready to go for another," he smirks.

"With a view like this how could I say no?"

Duncan corners me to the bed, pushing me back before crawling over me.

"I've missed you, doll," he peppers wet kisses along my neck.

"I've missed you too," I answer back.

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Starting off the weekend with some fellatio. always a good point to begin.

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Survey #408

“tied to the rat race / a big bird in a small cage”

Who, whether a person or company, emails you the most? I really don't check my email enough to even know. If you were given an assignment to draw anything besides stick figures or just doodles, what would you draw? A meerkat of course, ha ha. Do you play the games on MySpace/Facebook? I never did. Well no, I did play "Dragons of Atlantis" when Facebook bought it or whatever, but now that it's a mobile game, I don't play anything on there. When was the last time you were sunburnt? Ha, actually now. It's from riding an hour to and an hour back from the TMS office every weekday; the sun coming in through the window got my arm. Who all do you live with? My mom and my two pets. Has a guy ever let you wear his jacket? Yeah. It was so comforting when Jason gave me his leather jacket to wear if I was cold; it was pretty big on me at that time and just really cozy. Thanks survey, now I feel like crying. :^) How many friends do you have of the opposite sex? Like, one. Do you have bird feeders hanging up outside? What about any hanging plants? No. Does your house have sliding glass doors? No. Was the last food item you ate part of a meal or a snack? A snack. What color is your hair brush? I don't use a brush, but a white comb. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy? I think I prefer sunny for the sake of helping keep my depression at bay, but sometimes I really do enjoy some nice steady rainfall at the window. Who’s the last person that you hugged, not family? I have no idea. What will your next piercing be? Probably getting my nostril re-pierced. How many people have you kissed, that you can HONESTLY say you loved? Two. Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? uhhhhhhhhhh now What’s scarier: spiders or worms? Worms gross me out, but a spider is more likely to actually scare me, but at the same time fascinate me. Do you play poker for real money? No. If you were pregnant, how long would you wait to tell the dad? I'd tell him immediately. Would you ever date out of your own race? I have in the past, and I would again. Do you still watch movies intended for children? Yeah. Hell, more than half the time they're better than "grown up" movies. What’s your favorite movie trilogy? Uhhhh does TLK count? ha ha What would you like to take lessons in? German. Whose Facebook password do you have? Just my own. Have you ever been suspended or expelled from school? No. Have you ever crawled through a window? Yes. Are you too forgiving? Yuuuup. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex? Well, we were dating. Have you ever gotten someone suspended? No. Have you ever wanted to be a teacher? No. Would you live with someone without marrying them? Yes; I believe you really probably should before getting married so you see if you "fit" as far as household habits and such go. Have you ever wanted to strip naked in front of someone? Yeah no. I'd feel way too awkward. What are you listening to? A John Wolfe video. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital? My mom. Did anyone watch you the last time you kissed someone? I mean possibly, it was a public place, and some people are definitely caught off-guard by seeing two girls kiss. Do either of your parents have any tattoos or piercings? No. Mom wants a tattoo, though, dedicated to all of us kids and her grandkids. Are you desperate for anyone’s approval, in particular? -_- Would you ever stalk a celebrity? Um, no???? You don't stalk ANYBODY. It's a violation of space, privacy, basic respect... Do you have any National Geographic magazines lying around? No. Have you ever been mistaken for the opposite gender? No. Do you use liquid foundation, mousse, or just powder? None. Have you ever picked out a song to listen to on a juke box? Maybe? I don't remember. Have you ever eaten 3 meals from 3 different fast food places in one day? Oh god, I hope not. I don't remember ever having done that. Have you ever ridden in a limo? No. I always wanted to as a kid. Have you ever tried to put a huge puzzle together? Yeah, I have. I used to like to do that with my mom especially. Ever wake up early on Saturdays to go garage sale shopping? Yes, actually. My family used to love to do that. Do you keep magazines by your toilet? No. Ya better just bring your phone. What did you last take a picture of with your camera? On my actual camera, a hydrangea bush. On the camera on my phone, I believe my cat. Are you proud of who you are? Not... really. If you were a waiter/waitress, would you make good tips? Nope. I'm too awkward and I would NEVER write the orders down quickly enough. I write so slow. What are the best kind of Girl Scout cookies? The chocolate and peanut butter ones. If you hit an animal while driving, would you stop to see if it was okay? Well I doubt it's okay, but I would absolutely stop to move it away from the road and sob my eyes out. I'd probably try to find some flowers to rest on it. What's your favorite kind of pasta? Spaghetti. Have you ever played computer solitaire for hours on end? I don't even know how to play solitaire. What's the dumbest thing you've heard of that supposedly causes cancer? Who the hell knows, everything does apparently. If you saw wet cement, would you place your handprint in it? No. Can you honestly tell the difference between DiGiorno and delivery pizza? Absolutely. Do you own a lava lamp? No, but I would looove one. What charity or cause would you donate $1,000 to if possible? Off the top of my head, the Trevor Project. I'd probably research before actually donating, though. What would you say is your greatest strength? I guess that I care a lot about people. What's one food that you find too disgusting to eat? Things like clams, es cargot, sashimi... just ew. What's something that will never bore you? Uhhhh good question. Pizza Hut or Domino's? Domino's, by a long shot. What's something that always, no matter what, makes you laugh? Stupid Vines, lol. Have you ever been in a canoe? No. How many vehicles does your family own? Just one, my mom's. Are you generally afraid of taking risks? Yes. Have you ever caught/swatted a fly in/with your hand? Ew, no. Would you ever dye your hair bubblegum pink? Yeah. What was the last thing to happen that you really weren't expecting? The woman whose wedding I shot TWO YEARS ago finally reaching out to me about buying some pictures. What does it mean when you start eating less? What does it mean when you start eating more? If I'm eating less, odds are I'm extremely serious about losing weight. If I'm eating more than usual, high odds are I'm depressed or bored. Or I'm on my period. What’s the strangest named pet you’ve ever had? Harry Potter, ha ha. He was a guinea pig. What are some defense mechanisms you find yourself using when in an argument with someone? I'm very likely to just metaphorically flee from it because I fear confrontation so much. Do you know if there is anyone who was once important to you that you will never talk to again, even though you could? If I have any say in it, I'm never talking to Colleen again. List the initials of every person you have ever kissed, from first kiss to most recent kiss. (Put “?”s in the place of initials you don’t know.) I'm not listing their last initial, but anyway: J, T, G, S. Does your face break out right before your period? Not "break out," no. I'll just get a pimple or two. What did you dream about last night? All I remember was that it focused on Jason and his late mother. I miss her so much. I hope so much that whatever exists beyond death, she found the peace she was so worthy of. Do you think the United States health care system needs reform? FUCK yes I do. Our health care system is a disgusting fucking nightmare. Who was the last person you cried over? Jason. My PTSD has been doing quite well, but I had an emotional episode recently nonetheless. Do you prefer ceiling fans or fans that stand up on the floor and you plug in? I use both, but I think my preference is ceiling ones. What would you do if your son was at home, crying all alone on the bedroom floor because he’s hungry, and the only way to feed him was to sleep with a man for a little bit of money? Hypothetically, if I had a child, if I'm totally honest, I probably would. I would hate it, but I'm not letting my child starve to death if I can do something about it. Why do you think evolution is true/false? Because there is substantial evidence for it and imo is the most logical theory we've thought up. Some things about it seem kinda far-fetched, but I still have faith in it. I trust scientists and the evolution we see firsthand, such as caterpillars to cocoons, tadpoles to frogs, etc. Who came through for you at a time when you really, really needed it? Colleen. She let me live with her when I was technically homeless. What turned out better than you thought? Good question. What object did you used to, or do you still, keep hidden? My drawings. I've flipped my shit when Mom's found them in the past, even though she went on and on about how "amazing" they were. I don't draw anything "bad" at all, but still, I don't like people seeing my creativity. Who can’t you figure out? My damn self. What are you hoping for? The most recent thing would be hoping Shonda buys a lot, if not all, the wedding photos I took. I desperately want to use the money along with what I have left from Christmas to buy Venus' terrarium and proper supplies all by myself. What’s the best physical object that you kept from a previous relationship? Idk, there's a few things. What is the most socially unacceptable thing that you have no problem with? Maybe women not shaving. Like I couldn't care less. What have you done that you surprised yourself by doing? *shrug* What used to be a secret about you? Hm. Anything that used to be a secret probably still is one. What is the most stalky thing you’ve ever done? Just Facebook digging, and that's not something I've done a lot off. What did you wind up liking that you didn’t want anything to do with at first? The only thing that comes to mind at the moment is something sexual, so let's not go into that. Who do you owe your life that you can never pay back? Mom and Jason have both saved me from what would've been suicide attempts.

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