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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Mouths, Incomparable - An EZ/Reader/Manny Smut Short.

My brain is firing on filth, besties. Only fair to share it, I thought! I am now also coining the term smut short. It isn’t quite a one shot, but it’s too long for a drabble, so yes. Smut shorts are now a thing in this house of heat!

Words - 651

Warnings - Smut (inc. male/male sexual acts) below the cut. Minors DNI!

“Yeah, you like it when I ride this gorgeous face of yours, huh? Mmmm, get you nice and wet,” you gasp, your pussy coating the face of your lover in the sweet honey of your arousal, EZ sucking at you, his groans all filthily indulgent, one hand slapping your ass, the other gripped on at the back of Manny’s head, his cock rooted deep in his throat.

“Mmmhmmm.” He groans a little helplessly around a particularly firm suck upon your clit, stiffening his tongue thereafter, giving you an extra contour to grind yourself against, your hips swaying back and forth as you stimulate your soft tenderness against his face, wetting his nose, lips and chin.

“Yeah, he’s a happy, happy boy right now. You always are when you’ve got us both all over you.” His groans escalate, rumbling through his throat thick and fast, turning your head to caress Manny’s short beard with your nails. “What are you doing back there to make him sound like that, hmm?”

He slowly glides his mouth back up EZ’s cock, releasing him with a little pop. “My usual brand of devil magic.”

“I love that that’s stuck,” you snicker, your lovers laughing quietly. What else would you refer to a man with absolutely no gag reflex as? EZ was very right when he summed up Manny’s blowjob skills as such. “Oh god, fuck!” you then exclaim, EZ’s tongue beginning to move in a rapid flicker over the tip of your clit, spanking you again, Manny returning his mouth to him, wet heaven encasing his iron hard shaft, his fingers stroking over his abs, reaching to caress you before dragging back over EZ’s chest, squeezing his nipples until he shakes violently.

“I swear, one of you needs to get on me right now,” he grunts, turning his head to lay a soft bite upon your inner thigh, his arousal gleaming, Manny moving to pull your body back, feeding EZ’s cock into the sodden grasp of your cunt.

“You first, mamas, you get him nice and wet for me, and then I’ll fuck you good and deep while I ride him.” His hands slide over you as you roll your hips into EZ, his thick cock hitting you deep, grinding sparks into your summit, Manny allowing you to enjoy him for only a short time before pushing you forward. You seat yourself on his abs, gliding back and forth, EZ raising an eyebrow at you.

“Are you gonna rub that pretty little pussy over all of me tonight, querida? Because if you do, I have plans.”

“Thigh riding?”

He smirks, about to say something when his features crumple, his mouth dropping open, you knowing that behind you, Manny has just slid down onto him. “Mmm. Eventually.” Reaching past you, he glides his fingers down Manny’s arms, grasping his hands momentarily, winking at him before his eyes fall closed, Manny taking you by the waist and pulling you back before sliding his cock into the warm hug of your cunt.

“Damn, that feels too fucking good.” His voice shakes with the pleasure, the emotion, having both one of his lovers inside him while he’s balls deep in the other, his hands stroking your bodies as he fucks up into you with a steadily delicious rhythm.

All three of you sway against one another, Manny’s hand grasping your tits as he makes a feast of your neck with kisses and licks, feeding his fingers into EZ’s mouth, grasping his jaw, your moans sinfully erotic as the heat rises like a mist, each of you edging into utter sexual paradise.

“I fucking love you both so much,” EZ pants, pulling you down, kissing you hungrily, Manny’s tongue swiping your spine before he leans over your shoulder, his mouth finding EZ’s, their mouths fluttering against one another in carnal beauty as you kiss EZ’s neck.

“And we love you, too.”

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[lostandsearching]

Her Loss

Pairings: Maria Hill/Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff/Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff/Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N is forever searching for her, the half of her soul that will free her form the pain in her heart. But what does she do when the roads fork into different paths and into different arms. How does she differentiate from true love and fleeting lust? Can she find the arms of her destined or will she simply doom herself and let them slip through her fingers.

Warnings: WandaVision elements used, swearing (maybe?)

Word Count: 2600+

A/N: Here’s chapter 3 and we’re following our favourite little witchy! Just a shout out to @theperfectlovestory​ for being so patient and reading through my chapters. If you ain’t read her work, you’re missing out! As always, reblogs and feedback are welcome. Enjoy :)

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Tossing and turning, she shifts around in bed uncomfortably. Having been able to sleep the night before, exhaustion catching up to her, she is faced with another restless night. Her sleeping has improved over the months. The nights she cried to sleep was no longer a regular occurrence but she still had her difficulties.

The bed was always too unfamiliarly empty no matter how much time had passed. There was no weight by her side causing a dip in the mattress, no strong arms wrapped around her waist encasing her protectively and no cool body to nestle herself against. Her empty bed serves as just another reminder of everything she’s lost. The fates had been cruel to her, delivering her time and time again into loving arms only to rip them away from her far too soon.

Having accepted that sleep will not welcome her tonight, she looked towards the wall clock on her right. ‘It’s only four but I guess I can enjoy the quiet and watch the sunrise for a little while’ muttering to herself. She clambers out of bed throwing on a large dark blue jumper, his jumper, and a pair of jeans careful not to make any noise and stir the children next door.

She loves Clint’s children dearly and wholeheartedly. They accepted her, a stranger, as family without hesitation or fear of her abilities. Little Nate went so far as running to her with the widest grin on his face to proudly proclaim that he’s also named after her brother. This only brought happy tears to her eyes as she engulfed him in a hug. Yes, she loved them dearly and she couldn’t be more grateful to the retired archer and Laura for opening their home to her but sometimes it was too much.

The happy shrieks of laughing children reverberating off the walls, the gentle and loving touches between Laura and Clint, the pure love and pride in Clint’s eyes as he took in his family at the dinner table would sometimes be unbearable for Wanda. This was supposed to be the life she had with him. A home, he had secretly bought for them, in a place called Westview with two children at least. They would have dinner together as a family, watch their children grow up like no time has passed at all, even go trick-or-treating wearing silly family costumes. Her life would have been filled with love, laughter and warm embraces but he was gone, taking her dreams along with him.

Wanda quickly threw on her slippers and crept as quietly as possible out of the farmhouse, trying to avoid rousing the slumber of the ever attentive Hawkeye. He may need hearing aids but Wanda would bet anything that he wore them to bed to avoid being taken by surprise. One misstep on a creaky floorboard would have him rushing out with bow and arrow in hand, ready to protect his family from any intruder, only for her to flounder a lame excuse at her sneaking around at an ungodly hour.

Lady luck was on her side it would seem and she escaped the confines of the home without incident. She is instantly greeted by a cool and gentle breeze caressing her skin. She sits on the steps of the home looking up at the clear night sky as the sun teeters on the horizon, teasing the darkness with a warm glow. She lets her mind wander back to over a year ago, to the events that unfolded after her return from the now dubbed Blip.

//

One moment she had Vision’s lifeless body cradled against her as she sobs, only to be suddenly greeted by a strange man calling her to arms, Vision’s body nowhere to be found.

“The fate of the world needs you to come with me now if we are to have any hope in defeating Thanos” and with that he opened a portal and passed through, Wanda nipping at his heels.

She thrust herself into the chaotic battlefield, remnants of the destroyed compound strewn about, with only one goal in mind. He took the love of her life, he took her life and he’s taken her home. Thanos has taken everything from her and now she’ll make him pay.

She flew in engaging Thanos, bombarding him with all the rage coursing through her veins. Angry, red wisps encase the tyrant threatening to rip him apart but as she was within a hair’s breadth away from finding her revenge, hell fire reigned from the skies knocking her off her feet. The battle for the gauntlet waged on being passed from Avenger to Avenger in hopes of getting it to some rickety van in the distance.

When all hope seemed to be lost, the gauntlet fixed around Thanos’s hand once again with an arrogant line about inevitability escaping his lips, their one and only chance arrived.

“Stark! Now!” a sound shouts commandingly before a woman encompassed in light crashes into the purple titan throwing him back. In the few moments after the order, Tony flew into action and disabled the gauntlet remotely allowing it to fall from Thanos’s hand and to wrap itself around the ready fist of Captain Marvel.

“Yeah, I don’t think so” she retorts with a head tilt and a cocky grin painted on her face. ‘Snap’ the battlefield is once again being covered in ash but it is Thanos’s army that is falling to dust with himself crumbling soon after. Being exposed to gamma radiation in space for years and receiving power from the space stone made her more resilient to the after effects of using the infinity stones. Painful as it was, she would recover.

Wanda on the other hand wasn’t sure she would recover herself. Not only had she lost Vision and her home, in what felt like a matter of fleeting moments, she lost the chance at avenging him by her own hands. ‘He’s gone, this will have to be good enough’ she finally relents to herself.

It was only after the battle had ended, when Bruce and Captain Marvel, she later learned, had been tended to that she found out the true price of  her, and the half the universe’s return. Natasha Romanoff had given her life in exchange for the soul stone, she gave her life so the world could be set right.

The icy cold Black Widow had held her at arms-length after Wanda had entered the older woman’s mind at Ultron’s behest. At the battle of Sokovia Wanda tried to remedy her mistake and prove herself but lost her first home and the life of her brother, Pietro, instead. Clint quickly took it upon himself to care for the young witch and urged Natasha to give Wanda a chance. He believed she already paid a heavy price for her mistake, she doesn’t need to be punished anymore.

With many gruelling training sessions under the watchful eye of the Black Widow, a tentative bond slowly grew, one of mentorship and then eventually friendship. Natasha grew to care for Wanda like a younger sister, although she would never out rightly admit of her fondness to the other Avengers. Wanda learnt to appreciate that the harshness delivered in Natasha’s training had served to keep Wanda alive, to give her the tools to protect herself from their dangerous job.

She had lost another loved one, Natasha on a planet and in a time she couldn’t reach, she needed to get one of them back. She approached the only man she knew that would have the unending finances to find Vision’s body. Although she still doesn’t trust Tony Stark, his hubris being the reason for her parents’ death and then his pride being the reason she was locked away in the Raft like an animal, she believed that his intentions were only ever good, even if his methods were questionable at best. He swore on his daughter’s life, much to the surprise of Wanda only having learnt of Morgan, that he would find Vision for her. She will try to trust him once more.

The compound needed to be rebuilt and Stark needed to build another time machine so that the stones could be returned to their original time, cutting off the branches, at least that’s what was explained to her.

//

It took no time at all, considering Stark’s wealth and that the world was also eternally grateful for the return of their loved ones, for the Avengers compound to be rebuilt. Surprisingly, especially to Stark, she continued to stay at the cabin whilst the new time machine was being built. She couldn’t possibly go back to the compound with both her love and her sister being gone.

“Please bring her back, I can’t lose anyone else. I don’t know what I’d do” she pleads with her arms around the super soldier. She pulls back from their embrace, tears threatening to fall.

“I’ll bring her back Wanda, whatever it takes” Steve promises with finality and with a gentle squeeze of her hand, he steps into the portal.

Wanda stood there with bated breath, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around herself. She squeezes herself tightly as if holding back a terrible force and its impending explosion from within, should Steve fail. It isn’t until Bruce speaks that she tempts fate by opening her eyes, fixed on the platform once more.

“5…4…3…2…1. Ha! It worked!” he yelps, fisting the air with joy.

Wanda couldn’t believe the sight in front of her, Steve kept his word. Forest green eyes land on hazel green ones. She wasn’t too sure what happened, one moment she was standing and the next moment, she was crumpled on the floor sobbing. She finally let the tears free fall, allowing the anguish, loss and small reprieve to wash over her. ‘She came back, someone came back’ a mantra repeating itself in her mind begging to be believed.

With all the agility and grace attributed to the Widow, Natasha leapt out of Steve’s arms to engulf the younger woman in hers. As is always in the Avengers’ lives, the joy of a win is forever marred with sorrow at the cost of gaining it.

The compound having already been built, Wanda finally returned with Natasha by her side. The Avengers home was no longer filled with mirth as it once was, trauma, loss and exhaustion hangs heavy in the air. Clint had chosen to stay at the compound temporarily, with his family, to spend time with Wanda and Natasha. Tony and Rhodey chose to retire, Captain Marvel had long since returned to space but promised to visit when she was in the galaxy, Thor chose to leave the Avengers to join The Guardians in space and Vision was gone.

It was a week after Natasha’s return, a week at the compound that Wanda finally got the call she so desperately needed.

“Hey witchy, how are you liking the new digs?” Tony jokes. Wanda couldn’t help but roll her eyes as anger began bubbling beneath the surface.

“I am not in the mood for your jokes Stark” her thick Sokovian accent slipping past the cracks of her control.

Tony lets out a heavy sigh before responding. “OK kid, this isn’t a social call. I promised I’d find him but I don’t think you’re gonna like what I’m about to tell you” he tries carefully.

Her eyes are consumed with whirls of red while her hand holds the phone in a vice-like grip. “Where is he Stark?” she says through gritted teeth.

“I tried to get his body released to me this morning, but they refused. I could spend every dime I have and liquidate all my assets, they still won’t let him go claiming that he is government property since he signed the Accords.” frustration clear in his voice.

“I will get the best lawyers on the case but it will take time be…”

“Where” she interrupts with a bite in her tone.

“S.W.O.R.D”

//

After the events of meeting Hayward and seeing what he had done to Vision, Wanda knew she had two choices. She opted for the latter. She called Natasha as soon as she left S.W.O.R.D’s offices making her way back to her car.

“Wanda, what’s going on? You ran…” Before she could finish her questioning, she is interrupted by Wanda’s broken voice.

“S.W.O.R.D have Vision’s body and they wouldn’t let me take him home to bury him. They’re tearing him apart like an OBJECT! He gave his LIFE and they won’t even let what’s left of him find PEACE!” her anger is replaced by breaking sobs wracking through her body, ending her ability to speak any further.

“Come home now. Clint and I will fix it” She commands calmly and confidently.

Just as Wanda was the female assassin’s younger sister, she was also the archer’s daughter. No-one messes with the two deadly assassins’ family and escapes unscathed.

True to the Widow name, Natasha seduced and hacked her way into S.W.O.R.D’s data server and extracted details on questionable S.W.O.R.D activities including Hayward’s isolated server with files and data on his less than legal proclivities.

Clint, being true to his ethos, was crawling through S.W.O.R.D ventilation shafts, planting well placed audio and visual recording devices, courtesy of Stark himself.

With all the pieces at hand, Natasha only needed the perfect person for the execution. Her love for Wanda saw her doing the unimaginable for the first time. She asked for help.

“Maria, I need you to do something for me. I need you to get Vision’s body from S.W.O.R.D. Clint and I have all the data you’ll need to make it happen” her steady voice not betraying the pounding in her heart.

“Why would I get on S.W.O.R.D’S radar exactly?” Maria responds emotionlessly. She would have done it without question of course, but she can’t let Natasha know that. After all, she has a reputation to maintain.

“Because I will owe you a favour” Natasha retorts through clenched teeth. A pregnant pause fills the air before Maria responds.

“Send me everything you have and give me 48 hours” without another word, Maria ends the call and Natasha releases a breath she wasn’t aware she was holding.

Maria, always a woman of her word, saw to it that 48 hours later Vision’s body was being returned to Wanda at the compound under S.H.I.E.L.D escort. Wanda may not have given her lover the death that he asked of her nor the vengeance that he was owed, but she could give him the burial that he deserved and the farewell she needed.

All the Avengers, including Rhodey, Tony and Thor, returned one last time to pay their respects, to honour their fallen ally and friend. Wanda laid to rest the love of her life and yet another piece of her heart.

//

“You know, you still aren’t as quiet as Nat” he teases taking a seat on the step beside her. “Penny for your thoughts?” he gently prods.

“Thinking about him” Wanda whispers, still unable to say Vision’s name since the funeral. “Thinking about what you, Nat and even Tony have done for me since”

He turns to look at the young woman and sees not only pain in her eyes, but a steady determination that wasn’t there before. He keeps quiet, allowing her to gather her thoughts without interruption.

“I think…no, I know I’m ready to go home Clint” she says with growing confidence. She finally turns to face the archer. She sees time, suffering and loss etched on his aging face but those are all muted by the brightness in his blue-grey eyes full of love and pride.

Wanda has survived the loss of her parents, her brother, her first home and her lover. She’s tired of surviving and she is finally ready to go home to start living.

“I’ll tell Nat so she can get a jet ready and prepared for you” and with that, they spend the last few moments together, sitting in silence and basking in the warm glow of the sunrise full of hope and gentle promises. 

Chapter Four

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[5-falsehoods-phonated]

Soulmate September

Series Summary- a collection of one shots exploring different ships and au concepts. The list I created and am following can be found here.

Day Two: My Favorite Parts

Summary: Roman worries over how to tell Patton xe wants to explore their soul bond. Xe should have known better than to doubt.

Warnings: food mention. If there’s more please let me know!

Ships: Royality (Roman x Patton)

Prompt: Body part glows when touching soulmate

WC: 1285

AO3

“M&M’s?”

“Yes please!”

“What about chocolate syrup?”

“Duh.”

“Logan would have a fit.”

“Logan follows the food pyramid too strictly for his own good. Besides, we both had…a healthy dinner. Pepperoni and mushroom pizza has most of the food groups on it.” Patton draped his arms over the back of the couch, watching with sparkling eyes as Roman prepared their popcorn. Roman pretended xe didn’t notice and bowed xyr head more to feign concentration. Xe loved Patton with everything xe had but sometimes a person wanted to get M&M placement right without admiring how cute xyr friend was being.

The placement didn’t matter of course but tonight was special. Fate would forgive xem for procrastinating with the way xyr stomach rolled with anxiety. Tonight xe were going to tell Patton xe loved him, and ask if they could take the first step in strengthening their bond. Xe had waited years to be sure xe knew how to tell Patton exactly what xe loved about him. Loaded sweet popcorn and a movie was hardly the most romantic way to do it but after mulling it over, the private intimacy of just the two of them sharing the moment seemed the ideal way to go. There was also the confidence that Patton’s consent would be given freely without the intimidation of any prying eyes pitying a potential rejection- Roman had never understood people who asked to further a soulbond in public.

Shaking xry head slightly to clear xyr thoughts xe refocused on the bowl and realized xe had used an entire bag of the chocolate to coat the popcorn...and there was still the matter of the syrup. Heaven help xem stop xyr mind from wandering from even the simplest of tasks. Xe were fairly used to getting lost in thoughts whether thinking about school, xyr job or following different plot bunnies from xyr latest creative endeavor at any given moment but today’s musing were truly getting out of hand. Thoughts of Patton and every single possible outcome had run through xyr mind from the moment xe had laid down the night before to xyr frantic last minute panic call with Logan to now and- well there went a fourth of a bottle of syrup.

Patton liked things sweet anyway- naturally considering well, everything about him. Hopefully the overly zealous snack wasn’t a deal breaker when it came to the ideal partnership in his eyes.

“You okay?”

Twitching hard enough to nearly append the bowl into xyr lap, Roman turned and grinned sheepishly, setting the sticky snack down between them on the couch. “Of course! I’m just...a little more lost in thought than usual; I apologize for worrying you.”

Patton smiled and shook his head. “No need to be sorry, just wanted to make sure. Planning a long night?”

Roman followed his gaze and winced at the state of the popcorn- more chocolate than kernels really- and gave a half hearted shrug. “I enjoy our time together. You can hardly blame me for wanting to extend our hangout in any way I could.”

“Oh!” Patton turned pink and looked away, reaching instead for the remote even as a smile brightened his face. “Any requests?”

“Whatever you like.” 

Roman couldn’t have paid attention to the movie if xe tried, though xe did find it endlessly heartwarming that Patton had put on xyr favorite Disney movie for them to watch. He always knew when something was bothering xem and tried his hardest to help in whatever way he could- subtly be damned. One more thing that had had xem hopelessly smitten since middle school. The cheerful colors and familiar songs did help to release some of the knotting that had been tying xyr stomach up, allowing xem to focus on finding the perfect moment to-

“Hey Patton?” Xe blurted without thought, inwardly kicking xemselves for not having the barest hint of a filter. The movie was already paused however, with Patton turned to him with a soft smile and a hand out should xe want it for comfort. The sight nearly made xem cry, self doubt curling in xyr gut as xe wondered how it would feel to have the other man scoot away in disgust, never wanting to reach out again for fear of Roman ruining it. 

“Take your time, it’s okay.” Patton sat back slightly but kept his hand out, Roman still refusing to take it as xe fiddled with their own instead.

Taking a deep breath, xyr movements still and xe looked up, not quite meeting Patton’s gaze. “I like you more than a friend. And I don’t know exactly what that means and I don’t want anything to change between us but I know I never want to stop talking with you and hearing your puns and making things with you so I was wondering if I could- if we could- you don’t have to agree of course but I-”

Roman had never stuttered so much in xyr life. Xe had always imagined this moment being big and romantic, just xem and xyr loved one together after a candlelit dinner and a flamboyant speech in which xe named every single thing xe had ever and would ever love about the person. The nature of the soul touch was such that when you touched someone with the intent to bond, you touched your favorite attribute of that person, sharing a glow only those in the bond could see. It was someone no one saw until they found their person, and while Roman found xemself unpredictably out of xyr depth xe knew xe had made the right choice.

Patton was still looking at xem through xyr brief turmoil, shock morphing slowly to barely restrained glee as he frantically nodded and scooted forward. “Roman yes. Please, no matter if things change or not I want to stay by your side.”

Reaching forward hesitantly as Patton scooched forward a little more, Roman took another steadying breath and gently swiped a thumb under Patton’s left eye, gasping in shock as a swirling glow of ruby moved under it and over his nose. It swept under his right eye and curled at the corner, never settling as it shimmered like iridescent glitter in a stream. Xe laughed lightly as Patton’s eyes crossed to see it, a massive grin overtaking his features even as his gaze flickered with curiosity.

“My eyes?” He asked.

“For how you see the world in such a beautiful way, unshakably positive even in the darkest of corners.” Patton had always been an optimist but even beyond that there was beauty that could be persuaded out of everything he set his gaze to. Rare was the occasion that something would fail to bring him joy, and Roman admired that endlessly.

Smiling wider, Patton reached forward and took xyr hands in his, kissing the knuckles softly as brilliant blue encased xyr fingers. 

“It’s easy to see things that way when your hands create such lovely things. Not only your creations, but the comfort you offer- how can I not see the world as beautiful when you make it such a wonderful place to be in?”

Roman laughed, nearly on the verge of tears as xe leaned forward to hold Patton close. “I’m supposed to be the romantic one how dare you encroach on my territory!”

“I can compete sometimes.” Patton laughed with him and relaxed, burying his face into xyr neck.

“We’ll have plenty of time for it.” Even as xe said it, it hit xem that xe had the rest of xyr life to shower Patton with as much affection as the man could possibly hold. 

Roman couldn’t wait to keep score with xyr soulmate.

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[buckysnumberonegirl]

Three Cheers for Iron and Thunder

Part 4

Prompt from the HBCS Week of love day 5 first sleepover

Pairing(s)- Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings- SMUT, pure unfiltered porn, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral(f receiving) 18+ minors Keep out

Part 3 / Part 5

Hi Loves, this chapter starts exactly where the last one left off, and it is completely NSFW. I hope you enjoy! If smut makes you uncomfortable feel free to skip this chapter the next part will be clean(ish😉). I’d also like to say this chapter was written on mobile and my usual proof reader was out of commission so any mistakes are on me.

As always comments and reblogs are always appreciated💕

It was like music

Sweet, mellow music, a continuous flow she didn’t want to end so soon.

So you took your time, and so did he. Bucky slowly undid the buttons of your jeans while he continued to stare lovingly into yours. His eyes had long undressed you, But he took his time.

His bare chest was warm against your own when you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently pulling him as you kissed, lying on your back while he hovered above you. And even then, it was soft, slow. His lips were a wonder on its own. And you couldn't stop. It was quiet, burning, and his hold on you was so lovingly gentle.

He pulled his lips away and stared at you, without so much as a whisper. Your fingers grazed down his jaw, just feeling the burn on his skin. He had never looked at you so intimately, like every detail on your face, he wanted to memorize in this moment

Bucky nipped at your nose, then your cheek, and again at your lips. Kissing. Kissing. Kissing.

You gasped and gripped on his hair, biting onto his ear when his teeth bit down onto the tender skin of her neck. He nudged your legs to spread wider with his knees until he was encased around them, your feet slowly massaging his lower back to push his hips where you wanted him to be, where you needed him to be.

Bucky soaked in your every sound, the Meeks and whispers of his name as his fingers traded hearts into your wrist. Next time he’d have to tell you to be quiet But tonight He couldn’t care less if it was Captain America himself who overheard you from.

Your panties have found a home on the cold hardwood floor near the bed, the cool air that gently brushed against your drenched, wanting pussy already sending tremors up your limbs. Bucky slowly pulled away, pulling your arms off him so he could look at you with a gluttonous, aching look in his blue eyes. He unbuckled his belt, licking his lips as he stared at at naked body.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants, standing up to his stomach. Bucky took your hand and held it up to his cock so you could slowly pump. For a man who hadn’t had sex in almost a century he knew what he was doing. He bent down and nipped one of your pebbled nipples causing you to gasp. He looked up at you and grinned before leaving love bites marking you as his own. It wasn’t painful. None of it was.

You didn’t know that Bucky had a plan for tonight,your first night, he wanted you writhing and calling out his name. His name that had once been a hint of childhood would now hold a new meaning in his heart. And when you did say it, he thought it was the most wonderful thing to escape your lips. He wanted you to say his name when you were in your high, when you were so engulfed in all the things he was doing to your body that made you want to scream and rip the sheets you gripped so tightly

You felt his cock twitch and harden just before he pushed you down, as he inched both of you up to the head of the bed.

The air around you was cool, you gasped and felt the dripping wetness from between your legs drench the sheets. His lips continued to roam around your burning skin, grinding so the tip of his cock would graze against your core.

He kissed down between your breasts, your stomach, then stretched out your legs until they were up in the air. Bucky held down your thighs and at the slightest pull of his hair, your back so arched up the bed and your eyes painfully closed shut, he licked up your cunt.

And your moans, filled the already sounding music with words. Your gentle cries, the silent whispers, and finally, his name.

‘Bucky…’

He lapped at your folds, your wet, aching pussy. It was so drenched, juices had soaked up down her thighs. Bucky closed his mouth around your clit and swirled his tongue in uneven circles. Your cries went louder, until you were thrashing in the bed. But he held you down with a hand on your stomach as he watched you move.

More. More. He kept going, drawing out your cries. ‘Bucky …’you called out again. And it made him go faster, his eyes never leaving his view on you. You held your own breasts and squeezed, and it was the most beautiful sight.

His tongue entered inside you, intimately touching your walls so gently, then he went back to your clit. You were about to come, he could feel it. Your breaths were shorter and he could feel you unconsciously clenching . He continued circling your clit, faster and faster and watching your body’s response. You came undone, shaking and twitching and pulling away from him from being so sensitive, but his strong arm held you down, and he continued to lap at your cunt while your high slowly finished.

Bucky sat up on his knees, squeezing Your thighs and wiping his lips with the back of his hand. He was just getting started, and his untouched cock was leaking and begging for some action. He leaned over and kissed You, letting You taste Your own juices from his tongue. You held the back of his head with one hand, while the other trailed down his back.

You looked gorgeous. Your hair in a mess and sticking to your skin, lips slightly parted and releasing wordless gasps and moans, Your back arched in a curve, making your breasts and waist stick up and lightly graze the skin of his chest, and Your eyes, silently calling out for him. ‘Please,’ You begged.

“Say my name…” he whispered into Your ear, slowly biting onto the flesh. You drove Your hips up to meet his, and were met with the tip of his cock gently slipping into your opening. ‘Bucky …’ You cried again.

Bucky slowly pushed, taking in the overwhelming feeling of the drenched, tight walls of your soft pussy suck in his dick. He was fully inside you now, and the nails digging into his muscled back made him wince along with the glorious sensation in his crotch. He kissed a tear seeping out of your eyes, pulling out just enough to feel the tip get soaked in your entrance, then thrust into you again.

This was making love. This was passion.

You’d never had this before,his thrusts were slow allowing you to get used to his size, but every drag of his long cock ignited something so burning, something you could never reduce to just ‘fucking’. You held his arms and moved your hips to his pace, finding his lips and kissing them just as softly as he held you.

It was something so beautiful and so sensual, You could never wrap your head around how different it was when you loved someone so deeply, so much that every move and touch he made felt good in itself. It wasn’t chasing the high. It wasn’t release. It was the slow, long drag to care for the aches and bruises, and it was the best thing You’ve ever had in your life, this night was never to end.

The moans that left your lips started getting louder and more demanding at every pace he kept. Your nails left thin red marks along his back and Your legs around his hips pushed his body further inside You. Bucky ’s hands were under your arched back, gripping onto your waist so he could push and pull your whole body to his thrusts.

He moaned into your ear, whispering what sounded like a soft ‘fuck’ or ‘yes’ whenever you clenched around him hard. He flipped you so you’d both lie on your sides, his pace never faltering as he kept pushing in and out of you.

Bucky held the back of your head, faces so near he could taste your breaths. Your hands held onto his arms, your legs pulling him harder and harder while never leaving his eyes. His other hand fell to your ass, his fingers tastefully digging into the soft flesh while he bit your lip. ‘Bucky - Oh!’ You gasped when his cock shifted inside You and rubbed against that one spot so accurately it was deadly. You could practically hear him growl into your ear.

You could feel Yourself come apart, every inch of You slowly transcending into this wonderful buzz, starting down from You core to You limbs.

You held onto Bucky ’s arms, burying Yourself into his chest and biting his skin. You were shaking, so hard, then You felt Bucky ’s cock pour out his seed deep inside You. You could feel it twitch within your walls, and his moans were muffled into your hair.

It took so long, still lying on your side while being held in his arms. For a good half hour, neither of them moved.

Your whole body felt amazing, and you couldn’t stop smelling him. You nipped at his shoulder, then his neck, waking him if he was ever asleep. But he wasn’t. He pulled his head back and neared your face.

Then he smiled, staring at You. His hand was running down your hair and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from You. You held his face and kissed him, smiling back when his hand ran up and down your waist.

‘Do you have any idea how early we have to get up tomorrow?’You sighed, his lips kissing your nose. He still couldn’t stop smiling, it had your heart wrapped in a bundle.

“I don’t care,” he said. “I’ll stay up all night if I have to.”

Bucky traced a finger up your arm, up your cheek, then held your chin like he wanted you to stay put. “I want you.”

‘You have me’ You whispered, running palms down the side of his face. He held your hand tight, feeling his lips curve up once again.

You hummed, peppering kisses over him as he reached for the lamp. He glanced at you, his heart melting at every touch of You lips. You slowed, your lips just pressing tightly against his cheek. He took it all in for a moment, seeing your perfect form being held in his arms.

He squeezed you one last time before kissing your forehead “goodnight Doll”

You buried your head in his chest ‘goodnight Bucky’

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[mochaxmars]

Undeniable Attraction [Trevante Rhodes]

trevante rhodes x black reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 - 𝙔/𝙉 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙡

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 1198

Y/N put on a smile for sake of her boyfriend and friends who had gone through all the trouble of throwing her a birthday party but if it wasn't for the fact that it was at her house; she would leave. She avoided spending too much time in one room because she felt his eyes roaming her body the whole night. Boredom crept up on her once more and she weaved her way through the sea of bodies towards kitchen so she could top up her drink.

She wasn't surprised that Trevante has been invited but it didn't mean that she was happy about it either. They had always been close friends but in the past year he made it clear that he wanted more that despite her being in a relationship but he never pushed it. She found it harder and harder to be around him and deny her feelings for him.

He found his way out of the crowd and into kitchen heading straight for fridge and stopped when he noticed her.

"I know you been avoiding me tonight", Trevante accused her.

"No I haven't, there's just a lot people and I haven't been able to get around to you yet".

"Mmhm sure but as long as you know you couldn't escape me saying happy birthday", he said while leaning to embrace Ashanti in a hug which she gladly accepted.

The hug lasted longer than expected, she had to admit that she loved the way her small body fit in his much larger one and it's not as if they hadn't hugged before but something about this just felt more intimate. She wanted to give in, she really did but something was holding her back so she broke away from the hug. He didn't say anything as she pulled back and said that there was something that she needed from upstairs and disappeared.

Part of him wanted to give her space to clear her head, after all it was her party and she was supposed to relax but another part of him wanted to go after her and talk about everything. Trevante followed her path upstairs and open her bedroom door to find her walking aimlessly around the room then his presence broke her train of thought.

"Listen we need to talk, I wasn't trying to upset or stress you, I was just being there for you as a friend but you and I both know that I want more that and I think you do too. I know you're worried about hurting your boyfriend but I just have one question and if you say 'no' then I'll back off; do you want me as much as I want you?"

"Yes I want you in ways that I shouldn't-" he interrupted Y/N’s confession by backing her into the wall.

Trevante laughed humourlessly at her confession because he had known the answer all along and he felt the same way but their feelings were going to have to wait as the built-up sexual tension was too strong to ignore; they knew their actions were wrong, but they were prepared to deal with the consequences. His hands immediately went the back of her dress, unzipping it, allowing the silky material to pool around her waist baring her chest. He planted small deliberate kiss on her neck before sucking harshly on her sweet spot eliciting a whimper from her slightly parted lips, Y/N was sure there was going to be a mark the next day. Her nipples hardened as the cold air passed over them, she awaited his soft lips to wrap them and pleasure her in only ways he could. Almost as if he had read her mind her he lowered his head to please her, while doing so he removed the dress from her body completely and pushed her back against the cold wall which shocked her initially but contrasted with the heat she felt within.

Trevante sensed her restlessness and went to satisfy in another way. As he went on his knees he looked directly at her underwear-clad pussy, he gave a sexy smirk that was all too familiar and ripped off her thong - his rushed actions clearly showing his excitement. He lifted one of her legs and hung it over his shoulder giving him complete access, he licked along her slit and flicking his tongue on her clit which was slick with her juices.

Y/N gasped as he brought his hand down on her ass in a sharp slap and continued his sensual assault on her, he plunged his tongue into her core and repeated the action, increasing his speed when he felt her walls tighten and then he groaned sending vibrations throughout her body bringing her to a climax.

Her back arched off the wall as she panted and put all her weight on his shoulders because her legs were shaking too hard to carry her.

He carried her over to the bed and swiftly removed his clothes, revealing his hardened member which made her pussy pulsate in anticipation. He pulled her legs apart and his large hand caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. He rubbed the head of his veined shaft along her wet slit to her clit, and he did this a couple more times, leaving Y/N craving him even more as she begged him to stop teasing her.

"How do you want this baby?", Trevante mumbled leaving soft kisses along her collarbone.

"I want you in me, deep and fast.”

He finally entered her and the feeling of his girth stretching her walls sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He pulled back and pushed him deeper into her warmth, as he started to increase his thrusts into her body and she welcomed the pleasure. He leaned down towards her face and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Unable to cope with the fast and powerful strokes he was delivering to her core she chanted his name as though it would provide some relief; however it just encouraged Trevante to go faster and ruin her further. She dropped her head further into the pillow as an intense pressure built up in her stomach.

"You feel so good", he praised and his words were laced with lust which added to the sensual mood.

The sounds of skin slapping and moans echoed throughout the room and his strokes become more powerful and he was completely focused on them both reaching their climax. Her walls tightened around this dick indicating that she was close. Her juices dripped onto the bed drenching the sheets underneath them. Y/N felt his member throb inside of her and her thighs also began to shake, his name left her lips in a scream as she felt her orgasm hit her. Trevante erupted within her but continued his thrusts in order to prolong the mutual pleasure.

He pulled out and laid back encasing her in his arms, he pecked the top of her head and said to her, "Although I would love nothing more than to lay here with you, we need to get back to the party".

"We will, I just want a few minutes to enjoy this"

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[frostedfaves]

To Build A Home (5)

Masterlist

Pairing: Rosa Diaz x fem!reader

Summary: Rosa spent years building a friendship, relationship, and eventually a marriage and home with you. This tale follows your journey together up until her sudden murder. Now that you’ve tracked down her killer before anyone else, will you do the right thing and send him to prison or take care of him yourself?

Warnings: permanently soft Rosa

A/N: so far this is my favorite chapter I’ve written and I hope you love it just as much. also going to be posting more frequently so expect chapter 6 on Wednesday! as always, reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated and thank you for reading!

Previous chapter here

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“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You took deep breaths to calm yourself, the process instantly interrupted by Amy storming over as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Sick?! We don’t have time to be sick. You have an aisle to walk down in ten minutes and we did not spend months debating the colors of napkins and decoding that mess of a seating chart to just--”

“Okay Ames, maybe let’s ease up on the girl that just threatened to puke on us.” Gina pushed Amy away from your vanity area, and you offered her a grateful smile as her hands landed on your shoulders. “Look, I can’t relate to your panic because I never actually said yes to any of my proposals, but I do know this. Rosa is one thirsty woman over you and you’re just the same with her, and getting married is just going to be more of that with shiny rings. It’s nothing to be scared about.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and taking another deep breath before meeting her gaze in the mirror again. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Eight minutes and thirteen seconds,” Amy warned as she was ushered from the room by a significantly less stressed Gina. When the door closed behind them, you pulled your phone from your bag and drafted a text to the one person you needed to hear from most.

“Is it stupid that I’m nervous right now?”

Typing bubbles appeared before you could even put the device down, and you smiled at the message that popped up.

“No. I’m nervous, too.”

“I hate that I agreed to this. I wish I could see you before we get married in front of everyone.”

“You told me not to let you back out of practicing this tradition and I’m not. It’ll be okay. We’ll see each other in six minutes.”

“Is Amy counting outside your room now?”

“Nope. I’m just excited to marry you.”

Your grin was so wide that part of you worried about your lipstick cracking under the stress. You sent one final message before putting your phone away, forcing yourself to ignore it when it buzzed again.

“I love you. See you soon.”

After all, you had a wedding to get to, and an anxiously muttering Amy to calm.

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“I understand you both have written your own vows.”

Holt’s voice broke you away from the intense staring contest between you and your soon to be wife, and you cleared your throat to speak.

“Yeah, I’ll go first.” Your hands squeezed hers gently, tears beginning to trickle into your eyesight once more. “The love I feel for you, Rosa Diaz has existed within me so long now that it’s simply grown to be a part of who I am. I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll love every single part of you for as long as I live, and I’m eternally grateful to whatever force in the universe brought me to you.

“I promised myself from the day we became more than just coworkers and friends that I would always respect you, appreciate you and just be that safe place that you can run to when everything else seems to be falling apart. I’ve never in my life felt for anyone the way I do with you, and I promise to be here for you and Arlo until death do all of us part.”

Tears began to spill down Rosa’s cheeks, and you were quick to guide your hands close enough for you to wipe them away with your thumbs. No matter how focused you were on each other in this moment, you knew how uncomfortable she was showing this much emotion in front of anyone that wasn’t you. She thanked you with a silent and barely noticeable nod, preparing to speak herself.

“Everyone here that knows me is aware that I don’t like giving mushy speeches or anything like that.” Chuckles from a few of the squad members sounded around you. “What they should also know is that I’ll do anything to see you happy, even if that means being ‘soft’ in public. So while we’re here, I’d just like to say that this is the best day of my life, being here and making a formal commitment to you.

“I vow to cherish you, validate your feelings, and protect you until the very last moment of my life. You’ve changed me in so many good ways and I just want to repay you for all of the kindness, respect and patience you’ve shown me since the day we met. I want to grow old with you, and I want to build a home with you. I love you so damn much.”

A mix between a laugh and a broken sob escaped your lips as you allowed every single drop of water that had gathered behind your eyelids to break free, cascading rapidly down your cheeks one after another like they were racing. This was the first time she’d said those words in front of anyone except you, and you really wished you’d spent more time practicing how to not ugly cry in front of your family and friends.

The rest of the words spoken by Holt were reduced to background noise, a simple soundtrack to the movie you were watching called Rosa Diaz’s Beautiful Soul Encased In A Wedding Dress. The only thing that brought you back to being aware of your existence was Holt informing one (or possibly both of you) that “you may now kiss the bride”.

Rosa’s hands pulled away from yours to hold onto your waist instead, and your fingers moved to push back loose strands of windblown hair from the face that inched closer to yours. Once your lips connected for the first time since the previous night, you were certain that the only thing strong enough to pull you apart again was the fear of accidentally undressing out of habit in front of your parents.

The cheers and applause die down as you walk down the aisle together and back into the house, stealing a moment alone in one of the bedrooms as the guests file in and head toward the basement where the refreshments are set up. You relish in the feeling of being in Rosa’s arms again, your knees weakening slightly at the feeling of her kisses trailing away from your lips.

“Baby, we don’t have time for this.”

“Yes we do,” she responded between kisses, stopping just long enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you don’t want me to get under your dress right now? I promise I won’t let you fall over.”

“Oh, I absolutely do,” you breathed, halfheartedly stopping her from pushing the fabric up to your waist. “But I’d rather wait until tonight, when everyone else is gone and I can scream your name out to all the sea creatures.”

She snorted out a laugh as she stepped back, not without dropping another kiss on your waiting lips. “Fine. I guess I can have dinner before dessert. Come on, Mrs. Diaz.”

Your fingers locked together as you left the room, a permanent grin pushing your cheeks upward at the use of your new last name. The new ring on your finger caught the sunlight through a window as you traveled through the beach house, headed toward your marriage supporters as their voices grew in volume with each step. You couldn’t help but think as your hand held onto Rosa as tightly as she held onto you that this is the feeling of building a home and finally getting to live in it.

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[always-and-forever-a-killjoy]

Hello good morning and welcome to chili's- is that even the right reference? Whatever. Anyways, welcome to 'auri can't stop fucking writing about party poison and cherri cola' hours. They have such a fascinating bond ANYWAYS also welcome to a fucking trainwreck that i wrote all this morning.

Title: everybody wants to change the world

Wordcount: 2047

Summary:

Party Poison goes out, gets hurt, and chooses a different place for help than they usually would.

This has literally no plot beyond me making Poison have a bad time.

Warnings: injury, blood, death mentions.

Taglist: @wishiwasthemoon-tonight @sleevesareforlosers @stressed-depressed-emo-mess @tasteofamnesia @dagger-queen​ @no-braincells-here @piratecherricola (message me, send an ask, or reblog/reply to one of my posts if you want to be added or removed)

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(Actual fic under the cut)

Party Poison swore under their breath as they staggered back to the Trans Am, pressing a hand to their side. They were going to fucking bleed out here, outside a Mad Gear concert in Zone 4, all because they were a fucking dumbass and got themself stabbed. Because Poison could never live quietly, they didn't know how. All they knew was picking fights with random 'joys and listening to the music that blared from the speakers, way too loud and easily drowning out their thoughts. Now that was catching up to them, they guessed, as they slid into the car and put their bloody hand on the wheel.

"Home we go, baby."

No. Not home. Kobra had said, Kobra had told them 'don't go out and get hurt again, don't go picking fights, dumbass'. And Poison had gone and done it anyways. Gone and been a fucking idiot, as Kobes would say. So no, they were not going back to the diner yet. Not bleeding this heavily, anyways. The Girl didn't deserve to see this, nor did she deserve to watch them and Kobra fight about it.

That left Poison with the question of where, exactly, they were going to go. There weren't a lot of people in the world they trusted to see them like this, injured and exhausted and close to crying because it all hurt, it always had. In fact, most of those people, four of them, lived in the old diner where they couldn't -wouldn't- go. Most of those people...but not all of them.

Poison turned the Trans Am to a different path, speeding towards a little radio shack in the middle of the desert. If nothing else, they knew Dr. D would be happy to fix them up and send them on their way again, and then they could head back to diner late at night when no one was awake and no one would need to know they had gotten stabbed like a dumbass.

Unluckily for them, it was one in the fucking morning, and Dr. D was soundly asleep when they stumbled into the station. They assumed, at least, given that he was nowhere to be seen and the radio station was quiet. Empty, in fact. Or at least the living room was. Poison stumbled towards the broadcasting room, hearing a low voice from that direction.

Cherri Cola looked up they stumbled in the door, pausing in the middle of reading off a poem. "Poison?"

"Pepsi! I got stabbed." Poison tried to grin at him, the smile turning into a grimace at the pain in their side.

Cherri stared at them for a few moments, then turned back to the broadcast. "Well, WKIL listeners, I'm afraid this where I leave you for tonight, given that we've got a bit of a situation going on, but I should be back for later this night- well, this morning, technically, I'd say we're coming up on one am now. Cherri Cola, signing off." He turned back to Poison with a sigh. "Where did you get stabbed?"

They tried not to be offended at his huff. "Here. Where my hand is."

Cherri stood, gesturing to them to follow him back to the living room area, where he grabbed a first aid kit. "Lay down on the sofa, that much blood means I probably need to stitch you up."

"Great."

"I'm going to peel back your shirt, okay? Only as far as I need to clean and stitch it," Cherri promised.

Poison shrugged, pulling their jacket off before they laid down. "Do what y'have to."

His hands were scarred and calloused, the skin rough, but he was gentle when he pulled the bloody fabric away and started cleaning out the wound. They gasped in pain anyways, gritting their teeth as their side sent flickers of agony running through them.

"Sorry, sorry," Cherri said quietly. "I promise only a bit more to go, I just need to stitch this."

Poison nearly screamed when he started the first stitch, letting out a strangled yelp instead. "How much longer?"

"Three more stitches, then I'm done."

They gritted their teeth again, clenching their fists by their sides as he tied off the next stitch, and the next, and the next.

"Okay, done." Cherri set the needle aside, closing the first aid kit. "You okay?"

Poison would have laughed if they weren't in so much pain. "Of course 'm not fucking okay. Why would I be fucking okay?"

They hated the pity on his face as he gently scooted them over to sit down next to them. "Silly question, I'm sorry. What's wrong?"

Poison could have been dignified, but they chose to lean against him instead as the feelings they had been bottling up came pouring out. "Everything. Everything is wrong because Kobes is always angry and Jet's always sad and Ghoul's scared and Motorbaby shouldn't have to grow up here, shouldn't have to see us fall apart. What's the point? What's the point, Cola? What are we fighting for? Is there even a future ahead of us? What's even the point of life?"

"Honestly?"

"Honestly."

"There isn't a point." Poison gaped at him. "There isn't a point to life, not unless you make one. You have to decide what you want, what's worth fighting for."

The words fell softly into the quiet of the radio station, shattered by Poison's harsh voice. "And how the fuck am I supposed t' do that?"

"It's hard to describe, but..." Cherri trailed off. "Find what means something to you. What you love. For me that's poetry, and Newsie, and D and Pone and you and your crew, and the stars. Also, Mad Gear, they're vastly superior to Benny and the Trampolines."

Poison managed a small laugh. "True that. But what is the point, to you?"

“Well, in the simplest form...the point of life is happiness.”

“I thought the point of my life was to change the world,” they muttered bitterly. Maybe it made them an asshole, maybe the other was trying to help, but it was their fucking job to change things and they were tired of it.

Cherri’s voice was heartbreakingly gentle. “It doesn’t matter how big of a difference you made to the world. All that matters is that you made a different to you.”

Poison found that their eyes were stinging, tears collecting in them. “Are you sure?” Their voice sounded small and pathetic, and they hated it.

“I’m sure. You deserve happiness, more than anything else. It should never be your job to save the world, not so young. Never.”

They tried to speak again, but all that came out was a shuddering, gasping sob. Some small part of them was embarrassed, mortified to be crying in front of Cherri Cola, of all people, but the bigger part of their mind couldn’t bring themself to care. Not when their heart ached more than the wound in their side, not when Cherri was holding his arms out silently, clearly an offer.

Maybe it made them weak, but Poison took the comfort, letting themself be encased safely in the older killjoy’s arms. “I don’t want to die, Cola.” They hated how their voice shook. “I don’t want to die.”

“I know. I know.”

“I want to save everyone, I want to make a difference.” They let out another sob. “But I don’t want to die.”

“Your life should never be the price,” Cherri murmured.

“But it is. But it is! I have to- I’m going to die ch- changing the world. I’m supposed to- to save everyone, even if I have to d-die to do it.”

Poison thought they heard his usually unshakable voice waver a little. “No, Poison, no. This never should have been your job."

"Well who- who was g- going to do it?"

They couldn't see his face, but his voice was very quiet. "It was supposed to be D and I, years and years ago. Me, and D, and Lily. It shouldn't have even been Newsie and Chimp, shouldn't have been Pony, definitely shouldn't have been you. I'm sorry, Poison."

"'s okay." They found themself curling up further, head leaning on his shoulder. "Who's Lily?"

"White Lily, leader of the first rebellion, said to be one of the first of the killjoys," Cherri murmured. "Giver of plastic flower hairclips, the only person who was allowed to call Newsie 'News', and one of my three siblings. In a way."

"Oh." Another sob made its way out of their throat, but this mysterious 'Lily' was a good distraction. "Tell me about her?"

"Well, the day I met her, she was twenty-one and she asked me 'Did this softy offer you a place to stay?'..." Cherri launched into a quiet story about two kind killjoys who offered a desperate sixteen-year-old the first real home he had ever known. His voice was low, soothing, and Poison let themself relax a little bit as they listened to the story.

"D' you have any more stories about 'your day'?"

"I think I have some poems about it, actually," Cherri replied dryly. "Stories, yes, but also poems, which are easier."

"Not easier to understand," Poison muttered, but they let him half carry them back into the broadcast room and proceeded to drape themself over his lap when he started up again.

"Hello there, my late-night crash queen friends, it's me, Cherri Cola, back again. At the request of my companion, the next few poems of the corner will be about the olden days, back before you rock and rollers were out on the road." He started on a poem which Poison thought must have been about Dr. D, plenty of metaphors about the voice of the desert. After that one and one more was finished, he switched on some music and turned back to them.

"When is your crew expecting you home?"

"Don't know. Concert was over at midnight, but they know I sometimes stay out later. For all I know, they all went to bed."

"I'm going to radio the diner, if that's okay?"

"Don't want them t' know I got hurt." Their words were mashed up more from sleepiness than blood loss by now.

"I'll say you got lost." Cherri's tone was joking, but his voice grew serious again as he went on. "Or I'll just say you're staying here tonight, you don't owe them an explanation of why. You do owe it to them to make sure they aren't worried for you, though."

"Okay." They felt rather schooled, staring down at the perpetually dirty floor of the radio station as Cherri fiddled with the radio.

Eventually, Fun Ghoul picked up, sounding sleepy. "Hello?"

"Hey, Ghoul."

"What is it, Cola? You got word of Party?"

"They decided to drop by after the concert, so we're hanging out tonight. They'll be okay, just too tired to drive the Am safely. I'll send them back tomorrow morning by the time you need the Trans Am for anything, but please tell the others not to worry."

"Gotcha. Motorbaby got sleepy, took Jet and Kobra to get her to sleep 'cause Pois is out, then they conked out. I told them to. But if they wake up, I'll tell them, and I won't worry toooo much. Tell Pois I said hi!"

Poison was incredibly thankful Ghoul had picked up instead of one of the other two, since xe wasn't the sort to ask many questions. Kobra would have been suspicious, and Jet would have been pretty decent about it but concerned. And Poison didn't need those two's concern right now.

"Right, well, sleep well, Ghoul. Pois says hi," Cherri said. That was technically a lie, since Poison hadn't said anything, but they didn't really mind. Ghoul deserved some reassurance, even if it was false.

Cherri clicked the radio off. "Right, my stabbed friend. I've got some more broadcasting to do, but you're welcome to stay."

"You're an insufferable bastard," Poison yawned.

"Yes, I am. Sleep well, Sleepy Poison."

Poison had absolutely not intended in any way, shape, or form to fall asleep on Cherri's lap, but they found themself yawning again as he started on another poem. And before they or he had a chance to say goodnight, they were out like a light.

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Death Of The Lie  ||  Chapter 12: Diplomacy

AUTHORS: @fandom-and-feminism​​ & @fadingcoast​

Summary: Odin and his daughter Hela are the perfect conquerors of the universe. The nine realms fall one after the other into their clutch. After Odin takes a second wife and has a son with her, he doesn’t need Hela anymore. Hela abandons her father and ends up marrying Laufey, a sworn enemy of the Aesir people. Not long after, she becomes pregnant with Laufey’s child. Odin cannot let that son be born, but against all odds, the boy survives. Odin is forced to bring him back to Asgard to be raised as his own until he could make further use of him. The half-Jotun-half-Aesir boy grows up to look and act a lot like his mother, which disturbs Odin, and makes him treat the boy horribly. Odin’s lies are deep and complex, but one day the boy will find out the truth about everything he is.

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Chapter 12: Diplomacy

Loki’s days in Asgard were, to say the least, dull.

After that first catastrophic dinner, Queen Frigga worked on compromises from both parties. Loki agreed to get a new wardrobe for the duration of his visit and Odin didn’t insist on a haircut, to Loki’s great relief. He could see Gwyn traveling all the way to Asgard just to scold Odin for ruining her hard work.

The next few days he spent at the tailors and blacksmiths, getting new clothes and new armor, and he was grateful for the distraction. The palace had already sent the designs, but Loki managed to convince the makers of a few changes, and favor leather wherever it was possible, keeping the heavy restrictive plate to a minimum. Loki knew Odin sent instructions to emulate Thor’s armor, which was good for handling swords and shields, but not daggers. The blacksmith was more than happy to oblige to Loki’s requests, and crafted a beautiful light armor out of golden plate, black leather and green linen. The design was protective but light and allowed freer movement than if he had been encased in metal like his brother.

The specifics from the palace also included a golden ceremonial helmet, with horns that protruded from the forehead and curled up high above his head. But that one was relegated to the darkest part of Loki’s closet where he could forget he ever saw the thing. It was far too garish for his taste, and he would not be caught dead wearing it.

It didn’t take long for Loki to realize how much he craved to be around Erik, to have his unwavering support and feel the warmth of him in his arms. The letters he got every week weren’t enough, but they were better than nothing, he supposed, and they motivated him to keep busy, if only to pass the time faster and stay away from his father.

Loki began to spend his days sparring at the training pit, getting some mobility on his new armor. Or in the library, where he constantly complained about the lack of seidr material and the biased history. Or with his mother, either practising or working on their gardens. It took them a few weeks, but Loki and Frigga figured out a way to get a small creek running on Loki’s balcony, giving him the ambient noise he needed to sleep properly at night.

Spending time with Thor was hard. Loki wasn’t interested in raiding the local tavern on a daily basis, not with Thor’s friends anyway. He wasn’t about to forget all the pain they caused and he was horribly amazed of how indifferent they were to the damage they had inflicted, acting all friendly and chatty, as if nothing ever happened. Loki gave it a try after much begging from Thor, and proceeded to spend the night transfiguring the ale in Fandral’s tankard to lemon water. His simple trick earned him a few laughs from Thor and Sif, but after that he decided to wait to drink with Thor until he was away from his brutish friends. Sif was agreeable enough company but there were times Thor only had eyes for her when she was around, and Loki would be the odd one out.

One particular evening, several weeks into his visit, Loki sat across from Thor at their usual tavern, staring down into his half-full tankard of Asgardian mead with a frown. The drink was bitter compared to the sweet brew typical of Alfheim, but Loki wasn’t drinking for the taste. Thor, picking up on Loki’s mood, tried to perk him up.

“Why don’t you come with us to Vanaheim?” he asked Loki, knowing the answer but putting forth the effort regardless. “Get out of the castle for a while without worrying about your studies.”

Loki peered up at Thor, his grip on the tankard’s handle tightening. “You know how much of a bad idea that would be. Father has not extended an invitation to me, nor do I expect him to, and I will not ask for one.” He saw Thor’s hurt expression, so he removed some of the bite from his voice and continued. “Besides, as future King, this trip is more for you than I. My time will be well spent studying and keeping Mother company. Just wait until you see the brood of daughters the Vanir Queen has. You won’t miss me.”

“I will miss you! Who better than yourself to give me advice on princesses?” Thor winked. Loki rolled his eyes but gave him a small smile.

.-

Tadpole,

I still find myself thinking only of you when I wake, missing your reassuring touch when I suffer my father’s indifference, craving your lips before I go to bed at night. Asgard, for all its beauty, feels empty and dull without you.

My brother is currently on a diplomatic trip to Vanaheim with my father, so the castle is so quiet and peaceful these days that it has allowed me to spend more time in our library for extra study and practice time. It is truly a shame how much is missing from our archives. Almost the whole of Alfar history is gone, and the scholars stopped getting books from Midgard centuries ago. Matters in the palace are just as tense as always when it comes to my father, so he has not listened when I advised him to continue to build the library’s collection.  

Regarding Thor, I wish that you could see how adamantly he still pushes the notion that Sigyn and I are together, or should be. If he only knew exactly how wrong, how blind he is - he certainly inherited Father’s clueless intuition on matters in which he is convinced he is right. Thor is projecting his own infatuation with the warrior Sif onto my life and I will be glad to be away from it.

As the nights here grow cooler and the days shorter, it is a daily reminder that I am closer to seeing you again. For months now I have only been able to get through by knowing I will hear from you soon - but I must express my concern at the extended times between your replies lately. At times it makes me fear the worst, that either we have been found out or you grew weary of loving someone worlds away. Either way, nearly a month has passed since your last letter and nothing would make me happier than to see your neat and precise handwriting, even just a single word on a piece of parchment. Anything to let me know you’re okay.

With love

Longshanks

.-

Loki was getting more anxious the longer Erik failed to reply. But going back to Alfheim was only a few days away, and somehow he managed to convince himself to wait it out. Part of him wished he could depart before his brother and father came back from Vanaheim, but Frigga had already been informed they would be coming back that evening and Loki was to have dinner with them, something he did not look forward to.

Loki left his chambers as late as he could, and walked the corridors slowly. He met a maid on the way, who had been sent to fetch him. He entered the sitting room of the Royal Chambers quietly, avoiding eye contact, though he knew Odin was glaring at him for the delay. Loki didn’t even bother with an excuse and sat down, almost willing himself to blend with the chair’s decoration. He doubted it would make much difference if he did.

“So? How was your trip to Vanaheim?” Frigga asked over the table.

Odin made a concise speech, detailing new trade treaties and dealing with the Niflheim dwarves. Apparently the dwarf King was much more open to negotiations with the Vanir. Loki wasn’t surprised: the dwarves were stubborn and greedy, much like Odin. They would never agree on anything.

Loki’s mind wandered off to his own conversations with King Frèyr, and how he would tackle that problem with Niflheim if it were up to him. Loki came up with a few suggestions, but he knew to keep quiet, since Odin would dismiss him as usual. Thor, instead, was being forcefully made part of the discussion, but Loki could see he struggled with things like diplomacy and basic tact.

Maybe that’s what will become of me when Thor ascends to the throne. Advisor to the King. I’ll do the talking and he’ll do the punching. Better than being the second-best, forgotten Prince.

“Don’t forget the part where you made Queen Frèyja parade all her daughters in front of me…” Thor said, mildly annoyed.

Odin scoffed. “It would be a great political alliance. You need to think like a King now, Thor.”

“I don’t think any of them is truly interested in a political alliance, father. Not even the Queen,” Thor said.

Loki chuckled softly. He had met Queen Frèyja and he could affirm without a doubt, she wouldn’t be.

“Besides, only the eldest one is not betrothed still,” Thor added, taking a large swig of his wine.

“Finja has a suitor?” Loki asked without thinking. Thor looked at him, confused. “Queen Frèyja is King Frèyr’s sister, Thor. I’ve seen her majesty and her daughters in Alfheim many times.”

Thor nodded in realization. “Oh, yes. Is she the youngest one? She got betrothed just recently, to an Ulrik, or Beric - something. Of the noble houses.” Thor gulped down the last of his goblet and motioned the maid to refill it. “You must know him, Loki. He mentioned studying in Alfheim.”

“Erik?” Loki swallowed, trying to hide his shock. “Short one with blond hair?”

“That’s the one!” Thor said. “Quite the fuss, but I wouldn’t know why.” He shrugged.

Loki lost all his appetite, but knew better than to say anything. He could feel Frigga’s gaze on him, but he decidedly stared at his plate, pushing the food around.

This had to be a mistake. Thor couldn’t be serious. Maybe it was one of Erik’s brothers and Thor just mixed them up.

Is this why Erik hasn’t been answering my letters? He’s on Vanaheim?

Thor and Odin kept bickering about it, but all Loki could hear was a buzz in his ears. His heart was pounding and his head started to spin. Suddenly, the whole room felt hot, but Loki did his best to keep normal. The subtle touch of Frigga’s hand on his made him realize that the ice spell he kept on himself stopped working in his despair. Loki shook his head and the spell cooled his clothes once again, making him feel slightly better. Though it wouldn’t stop the lingering pain in his chest.

Once he was back in his room, knowing he couldn’t reach Erik, Loki wrote to the next best person.

Dearest Sigyn.

I hope this letter finds you well.

I wish I could tell you more, but I am in a hurry.

My father and brother came back this evening from a diplomatic trip to Vanaheim, and Thor had the most outrageous news. Princess Finja is to be married, and her betrothed is Erik?

I would ask him directly, but he hasn’t responded to my letters for weeks now.

I can’t risk sending him a letter to Vanaheim, and my teleporting spells only work when I know the exact location or at least have something to build a tracking spell from.

Please, let me know anything as soon as you can.

Loki.

.-

Loki spent most of the night tossing and turning, and was surprised by an almost immediate return letter just the next day after he sent his own, the parchment envelope with Sigyn’s seal appearing on his pillow in a flash of gold seidr. Evidently she had been practicing her teleportation magic. Her reply was brief, scrawled hastily in ink that hadn’t even dried before she folded it up. Dots of the ink were splattered all over the paper. With shaking hands Loki opened it and sat on his bed.

Erik is all right. It’s best that he tells you in person.

-S

It was a bright morning, but everything around him grew dark. He clutched the letter in his sweating hands and held it to his chest, trying to focus on the sound of the running water outside on his balcony to steady himself.

So it’s true, then.

When his maid came to fetch him for breakfast, Loki had her send word that he was feeling ill. It wasn’t far from the truth - in fact, his stomach felt like it was turned inside out - but his mother knew him better. Within minutes of dismissing his maid, Frigga knocked at his door and peeked her head inside. Loki waved her in and he saw she was carrying a bowl of porridge with berries and honey for him.

“I’m not hungry,” he said, his back turned to her.

“Just take the bowl,” she insisted, handing it to him before taking a seat next to him on the bed. “Stir it around. Give your hands something to do while you talk.”

“What’s to talk about? Erik is engaged to a woman he doesn’t love and I’ll never see him again once he marries.” Loki found himself stirring the contents of the bowl and staring at the blackberries as they broke apart and melted in the hot mixture. The smell turned his stomach with its sickly sweetness. “It’s not as if there is anything you or I could do about it.”

“No,” Frigga said softly, running her fingers through the long part of his hair in the back in soothing strokes. “But you don’t have to suffer this alone, Loki. You haven’t lost him yet.”

“What do you mean?”

“I only mean that you can still make the best of what time you have left with him. Unfortunately diplomacy will always take precedence over the heart when it comes to royal families and nobility - no one knows that better than I - but that doesn’t mean you can’t still be with him while you have time.”

Loki sighed, tears blurring his vision as he thought about running out of time with Erik. He had never given proper thought to their future together, whatever it could be, but he didn’t think their future would be snatched from them before they had a chance to figure it out.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” Loki mumbled. “I thought for once in my life something would work out. That I could be happy. And for what? Five years? That’s nothing, a breath of time.”

Frigga lowered her gaze to the floor, sadness creeping across her face. “Better five years of something real than a thousand of hoping something real will become of it.” She looked back over at Loki, who was watching her carefully, and wiped a tear from his cheek. ��Please eat, darling, things always feel worse on an empty stomach.”

Loki took a bite of the sweet porridge to placate her and was surprised when his stomach growled as soon as he swallowed. Frigga smiled and stood up, giving him a kiss on the top of his head before departing.

.-

Loki was grateful that the following days he was busy getting all his things ready to go back to Alfheim. He avoided conversation with Thor and Frigga, and took his meals in his chambers. The time finally came for him to leave, and Loki took the walk down the bridge alone at dusk after his goodbyes. Heimdall’s knowing eyes watched him until he departed through the Bifrost.

When Loki landed on Alfheim, Princess Sigyn was waiting for him at the landing site. She told him Erik was waiting at the palace before Loki could ask, and they rode back as fast as they could. As promised, Erik was in Loki’s bedroom, wringing his hands, his face red and blotchy. Sigyn gave the pair of them privacy and closed the door behind her without a word.

Erik ran to Loki and tried to hold him, but Loki stepped back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Erik took a deep breath. “Because I didn’t know,” he said. “Not until my father wrote to me, asking me to go home for the remaining of the season and dropped that bomb over dinner.”

Loki closed his eyes, tears burning to get out. Erik was still explaining something about a confusing situation involving Princess Finja and a stables boy, and an offer made long ago to Erik’s house to be a part of the Royal Family through marriage. Loki knew of such a pact, but they both always thought Erik’s older brother, Stefan, would be the one to fulfill it.

“Loki, you have to believe me, I would’ve never led you on like this…” Erik said, wrapping his arms tightly around a very stiff Loki. “I couldn’t exactly tell them my heart already has an owner, like Stefan did.”

“I do believe you,” Loki muttered, slowly leaning into Erik’s embrace and holding the back of his neck. He buried his face in Erik’s hair, taking in his sandalwood scent he had missed so much.

“Will you be leaving?”

Erik looked up and shook his head softly. “Not yet. I said I wanted to finish what I started. My mother wasn’t happy, but they allowed me to remain here until the end of this course.”

Loki stroked Erik’s cheek. “10 years. It’s not enough.”

“It will never be enough, but it is what we have.” Erik started playing with the strings of Loki’s tunic. “Besides…” Erik gulped hard, mulling over what he wanted to say.

“What?”

“Loki, you know this is doomed. It has been doomed from the very start. No matter how much we want this to last forever, it can’t.”

Loki knew Erik’s words were true. Just as his mother had said, diplomacy takes precedence, and it wasn’t just Erik. Loki was a prince, and as prince he was expected to fulfill a role that didn’t allow him to marry Erik, or any other man for that matter. Least of all on Asgard, where such unions were not only frowned upon, but still illegal under Odin’s law.

“We can still make the best of what time we have left.” Loki repeated his mother’s words with a weak smile, and leaned his forehead against Erik’s.

“I love you, my longshanks. Don’t you dare doubt that, ever.”

“I love you too, my tadpole.”

Lifting his chin up, Loki kissed Erik slowly, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him close. Before long, the kisses grew heated and hungry, leaving them breathless.

“Maybe I should - go,” Erik breathed out.

“Not yet,” Loki muttered against Erik’s neck, nipping and kissing the soft flesh under his ear. Then traveled back to reclaim his mouth.

Erik gripped Loki’s shirt, undoing the laces as Loki walked him backwards. Once his knees hit the bed, Loki took hold of his hips and sat him on top of it. Wordlessly, Erik slid his hand under Loki’s shirt, making him break the kiss in surprise. Both were panting. Loki took Erik’s hands, shaking in anticipation.

“I- really- really should leave,” Erik repeated, biting his lip.

Loki shook his head, and removed his tunic slowly.

Erik never left Loki’s room that night.

.-

<< Chapter 11  –  Chapter 13 >>

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Here’s a short something based on the dream I had. I’d like to call it the Wallachia League AU. Just something to test if I could make it work. Hope you all enjoy! (I’ll also reblog this in the morning since it’s so late right now).

My name is Claude Grey. It was the 22nd of April, 2032.

I had to bring her coffee. That would be the seventh time that day.

        To be fair, it has been a really long day. A very long day. Her Majesty’s Loyal Peacekeeper, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, had been overseeing one of the largest anti-terrorism crackdowns in half a decade.

        Four werewolf dens in London’s “Full Moon District” had been raided. Producing, amongst other things, forty illegal assault weapons fully-loaded with silver ammunition, a cache of explosives, illegal drugs, illegal anti-surveillance hardware, plans of attack, stakes, crosses. Including their leader, a prodigiously-tall, silver-haired and red-eyed individual who refused to speak no matter the pressure we put on him.

        I’d seen him before, both in and out of work, but I politely held my tongue at the meeting when he and his cohorts were paraded in front of the precinct. The display was all part of the farcical dog-and-pony show to make it look like the city of London, capitol of His Majesty’s great United Kingdom, actually gave two shits about the Mysticals living within her borders. Realistically speaking, these men would be quietly released in the dead of the night in about a month, sans their illegal armaments, and allowed to continue whatever they had planned so long as they don’t get caught and they don’t involve humans.

        Mysticals, of course, being the name collectively assigned by the governments of the United Nations forty years ago to refer to any and all individuals who would formerly be considered supernatural. It included, amongst others, vampires, werewolves, wraiths, zombies, fae, dryads, naiads, centaurs, kappas, djinn, selkies, cyclopes, banshees, and dullahans.

        The majority of normal humans don’t give a damn about any of them, or they favor the more “peaceful” species, the ones who don’t traditionally require feeding on humans.

        Vampires, werewolves, and all of the more “dangerous” ones in the public eye?

        They get spat on. Hated. Hunted.

        Y’know, vampires and werewolves aren’t legally allowed within two kilometers of London’s city center? And that vampire nightclubs and werewolf dens are statistically four times as likely to come under surprise inspection as any other Mystical hangout? Or that murders involving only Mysticals don’t get investigated?

        And it’s not just the United Kingdom, it’s the same everywhere, save for the countries further north. The U.S., Germany, South America. Russia’s the worst.

        Sir Integra is more level-headed than most. All she wants to do is make sure nobody blows anything up.

        So here I was, at nearly midnight, bringing coffee to a woman who’s been running off a mixture of caffeine and sheer force of will for nearly five days. The Loyal Assistant Watchdog to His Majesty’s Loyal Peacekeeper. That’s what they call me. I feel some of the respect people reserve for Sir Integra got rubbed off on me by association.

        I set the cup down on her desk, keeping a cup in my own hands. I had offered to stay behind to fill out paperwork as usual, so my day was running just as long as her own.

        “Here you are, Sir. Yemeni, two-“ I started, but she interrupted me.

        “Yes, yes, two sugars, two spoons of cream, like always. Thank you, Mr. Grey.”

        I nodded dutifully. “Sorry for the interruption, sir. I’ll get back to work.”

        And I had to. There were three three-inch-thick stacks of paperwork on my desk, only half of which had actually been completed. It was all the same paperwork, to be filled in triplicate. One hand-filled copy to be kept on-site, one hand-filled copy to be sent out to His Majesty’s government, and one hand-filled copy to be sent to the headquarters of the Royal Mail Service to be copied and distributed nationwide to all departments of the Royal Counter Mystical Terrorism Service.

        I normally listened to music when I had this much work to do, but I knew Sir Integra would take offense to that. Especially seeing as it was just us here, that evening. Any movement I made out of line would be objected to, and I hoped for a promotion in the future, so I couldn’t afford to have any blemishes on my record.

        Then my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled the thin, encased rectangle from my pocket, as slyly as possible, to see who’s bothering me. The name on the screen catches my eye.

        “Evangeline.”

        “Hm?” Sir Integra looked up from her desk. I realized I said the name out loud. “What was that, Mr. Grey?”

        “It’s a phone call, sir. My, uhhh… My girlfriend. I have to take this.”

        She visibly grimaced. “Fine, Mr. Grey. But I’ll need you to return to work the second you’re done, understood?”

        “Understood, sir.”

        I made my way out into the precinct’s hallway, away from prying ears. I answered the call, keeping my voice low.

        “Look, I’ll have to make it quick. Now what reason could you possibly have for calling me right now?”

        “Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend, Claude?” Her tone of voice was dripping with sarcasm. Her tendency to find things like that out was starting to make me nervous.

        “Okay, ‘Evangeline,’ what’s wrong?”

        She giggled softly behind the phone. “I just wanted to say sorry ahead of time, Claudey-waudey~!”

        My eyes went wide. I growled into the phone. “The fuck did you do?!”

        “You’ll find out soon enough~!” Her singsong-y voice was driving me insane. “I am sorry about all that paperwork, though.”

        “Ugh.” I hung up. The second I did, Sir Integra called me back into her office.

        Plastered all over the television was news about an attack.

        God DAMMIT.

        The Wallachian League, as they called themselves. The newest radical pro-vampire group in the country. They’d made themselves a nuisance for the past couple of years. Graffiti, hacking attempts, distributing their radical fliers amongst the various groups in London and the rest of the UK. Never had they escalated this far.

        A flaming dump truck had been sent into a house in Yorkshire. Not just any house, but the house of a Member of Parliament who was vocally anti-Mystical. The MP and his wife and children had burned alive in their beds.

        “The Wallachian League is claiming full responsibility for this.” Integra talked after minutes of silence. I sigh softly.

        “They say their leader is Dracula himself.”

        “That’s what every vampire group claims. First it was the Tepes Union, then it was the Fangs of Freedom, then it was Count-down to Equality, the ‘Royal Vampiric Rebels,’ even the… Ugh… Vita-Vegan-Vampires. More likely it’s just some overblown narcissistic vampire who sees himself as Drac’s gift to the world.”

                Things were real quiet. For about two weeks.

        Then we got the news. Somehow, someone had gotten a hold of information that the Wallachian League was planning to bomb one or more of the trains leading into one of the U.K.’s power plants. Nobody was sure which one. If it was one of the coal or biomass trains, it would start one hell of a big fire. If it was one of the nuclear trains… I sincerely hoped it wouldn’t be.

        I snuck away to the alley behind the precinct. I had a phone call to make.

        “Evangeline?” I spoke into the phone.

        “Finally worried, Claudey-waudey~?”

        “I know you’ve all been talking about this, but you’re actually going to go through with it?”

        Her voice suddenly became fully serious. The most serious I’ve ever heard her.

        “Why wouldn’t we? You know we’ve got a message to send to them. Vampires aren’t going to let humans kick us around any longer.”

        “No, it’s not that at all. Look, I know you and Lucy can hold your own, just… Please be careful, okay?”

        “The job’s done. We set it up a while ago. I’d be more worried about yourself if I were you.”

        “Wh… Fuck you say?”

        “’Lucy’ found out earlier. Peregrin told us. The Royals have been monitoring all communication in and out of the Service for a long time. They know the both of you have been keeping the heat off of us.”

        “They… They know I’ve been helping you?”

        A different voice came onto the phone. Much deeper, far more serious.

        “Yes. We’ve already extracted Peregrin from Nottinghamshire earlier today. We’re coming to get you. It’s not safe there anymore. Don’t walk. Run.”

        I could hear shouting from inside the precinct. It seemed my phone call at such an inopportune time confirmed their suspicions. I had to go.

        My car wasn’t far away, but I knew it wasn’t going to work. Parked in the small car park under the precinct, they’d lock it down before I could even get in the vehicle. I had to beat a retreat on foot.

        Well, not really a retreat.

        The moment those same shouting voices exited the building, I broke into a sprint. The fastest, nastiest sprint I’ve ever managed in my life. Sir Integra’s voice broke out amongst the crowd.

        “Grey!” Gunshots punctuated her words. “Grey, you traitorous bastard!” More gunshots. “Don’t you run!”

        That wasn’t like her. My “betrayal” had to have seriously pissed her off for the normally-calm woman to just start shooting.

        I suddenly felt a force, like somebody had kicked me in the back, shoving me to the ground. It only stalled me for a second before I was back up and moving again.

        Dodge to the left, around the bollards and cars, under signs and ladders. Bob here, weave there. Use pedestrians as cover. They’re British, they’re not going to try and stop me.

        Every so often I had to stop and let out a few vicious coughs, which I attributed to just being so unaccustomed to moving that fast for any real length of time.

        And I swear, I had to have set some sort of record for on-foot speed. There’s no way I didn’t. Sticking to the back alleyways, I managed to get out of Central London in just a few minutes, still trying to hide from the authorities. But it was getting harder to move, I just couldn’t catch my breath. As I stopped behind a skip, somewhere in one of London’s more run-down areas, I figured out why.

        Investigating the strange, warm wetness running down my back, I moved my hand there. A thick, viscous wetness.

        “Oh ssssssshhhhfuck...”

        When my hand ran up, and felt the sources, I had to bite back a scream as immense pain shot through my body.

        “No… No, no, no… Nonononofucknonono…”

        Three bullet holes. One perfectly on the right side of my body. Right in my lung. The others in random spots in my back. They had scarcely missed my spine, but who knows what poor organs they had pierced. No exit wounds. I started coughing again, mixed with a choked sob or two.

        I couldn’t die here. I just couldn’t. But I also couldn’t risk moving, not with a bullet in my lung and two more god-knows-where.

        More footsteps. Coming closer. There was a soft gasp from a very familiar voice, and a low grunt from another familiar voice.

        I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.

        “Hey, Evan… Sorry. Hey, Seras. Hey, Alucard. I got, uhh… I got a bit messed up, I’m sorry to say.” I let out a pained chuckle. It hurt to laugh.

        To be perfectly honest, I couldn’t hear what they talked about as they conversed amongst themselves. I could vaguely hear Seras’ question, but heard it better once she grabbed my shoulders to demand my attention.

        “I said…” She repeated. “Are. You. A virgin?”

        “What? Oh…” I grumbled softly. “Yeah, of course I am. I’m scarce two years out of uni. Had no time for any of that nonsense.”

        I couldn’t really think straight at the time. Blood loss will do that to a person.

        Alucard piped up, his baritone voice grabbing my attention more easily.

        “It seems you have a choice, then…” He spoke. “Death. Or undeath.”

        Looking up at him, I spoke back. “Something about a Robert Frost poem, right? Two roads diverged in a wood, I took the one less traveled, that’s made all the difference?” I pushed my cracked glasses up on my nose. “I’ll take the road less traveled if that means I get to wake up again, tomorrow.”

        The decision made, they nodded. I felt a pair of glove-covered hands grasp my head and neck, watched through the corner of my eye as Seras opened her fang-filled maw. The last thing I remembered of that day was the sensation of her fangs clamping down on my neck.

  But I woke up again, the next night.

#Hellsing #Hellsing Ultimate #AU #My Writing #Seras Victoria #Alucard #Sir Integra #Integra #Dream

[siren-dragon]

Long Live the King - (Ardyn Izunia x Reader) Ch.1

I finally finished the first (technically second) chapter! ^_^

First off, I want to say thank you to everyone who liked/reblogged/read this story, I was amazed at the responses I got. Second, even though I am writing this story, the prompt was @maty-yami idea, so be sure to thank her and send her some love too. Also, I am sorry if this chapter seems a little messy, as I am writing this at an ungodly hour XD

Anyway, let’s get this started!

Your head felt heavy as you slowly opened your eyes. Sunlight flittered through the window to your left as a light breeze blew the sheer curtains hanging beside it. As the fog cleared away from your mind you willed your arms to move, managing to clench your hand against soft cotton. Where were you? And was the one who brought you here to be branded a friend or foe?

“I see you are awake,” a deep voice spoke.

Slowly turning your head to the doorway, you took a moment to observe your visitors. A middle aged man stood before you with another man standing behind, their clothing suggesting the possession of influence. He wore a tailored black suit with a indigo vest and blue scarf; completed with a navy over-coat that came to his knees. His hair was a dark grey, matching that of his full beard and he carried himself with the air of a man of station. Though his intimidating appearance slowly diminished as he gave you a kind smile.

The second man reminded you much of Gilgamesh, his stoic expression betraying none of his thoughts as he kept his gaze focused on you. His appearance screamed that of a man of strength, the katana at his hip clearly not a mere piece of decoration. The man kept his eyes focused on you with his hand hovering near his weapon, ready to unleash it’s wrath upon you should anything occur.

“You have managed to cause quite a stir when my son found you in the lake this morning.” The bearded man chuckled, coming to sit in the chair beside the bed you laid in.

“I am sorry…” you croaked out, your voice raspy and soft from lack of use. “It was not my intention to cause trouble...”

“There is no need for apologizes, no lasting harm has occurred. Though I am curious as how you managed to enter the Citadel undetected.”

“I’ve always lived within the Citadel.”

The two men frowned in confusion at your answer, sharing a look that made you rather nervous. “Miss, no one has ever seen you before until today. Please answer our questions honestly.” The standing man spoke, his pale blue eyes hardening into ice chips at your response.

“I do not understand….I’ve lived here all my life…” You spoke, your voice changing pitch as panic began to settle in your stomach.

“Please calm down, Miss; we just want to know who you are and how you came here.” The bearded man said in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

“No, I-I don’t know you! Leave me alone!”

You shoved the man aside and out of his chair, taking him and his guard both by surprise before running for the exit. Yanking open the door you ran out into the corridor, causing the servants you passed to shout in shock. Blindly you ran through the corridors with the sound of boots echoing behind you, trying to escape whatever mad fantasy you had fallen into. You came to a halt when the shouting of what seemed like guardsman came from the front while footsteps came from behind. Immediately you turned right and bolted down the corridor toward the light that shone at the end as fear pumped your feet to move faster. The sudden exposure of sunlight caused you to wince, raising your arm to shade your vision as your eyes adjusted. You tried to catch your breath and paused; recognizing the scent of fresh grass and flowers.

You were within the Royal Garden, the place you had so often tended to with your father. Where your beloved knelt before you to ask for your hand in marriage. It all looked as before; cherry blossom trees surrounding the lake with the bridge, gazebo with roses twisted all around, even the gardenias you’re your father had planted when you were a child. And yet…you could not help but stare in wonder and horror at the city skyline that the garden overlooked.

Buildings as far as the eye could see, some even taller than the Statues of the Old Wall, no longer made of stone but metal and glass. Long, winding bridges flowed through the city like rivers of black water while large metal boxes upon wheels moved like salmon up a stream. Above your head you saw the tell-tale shimmer of a magic-barrier, encasing the entire metropolis within it. You fell to your knees at the sight, staring in disbelief at the appearance of the Crown-City. What happened to your home? What was going on?! You felt as if the world was crumbling beneath your feet as you tugged at your hair in a panic, wishing with all your might for someone to save....

“Hey, it’s you.”

The voice startled you out of your mental breakdown, causing you to turn around to the source of the voice. Behind you stood a young black-haired boy, dressed head-to-toe in black, gazing at you curiously. “Are you okay Miss? When we saw you floating in the lake, we thought you had drowned.”

“Yes….I am fine. And I believe it is you who I owe my life.” You gave a small, shaky smile to the young boy, bowing your head in gratitude, “thank you.”

“Er, your welcome.” The boy said, a slight blush dusting his pale face. “So, what’s your name?”

“….(f/n). May I…ask what your name is?”

“Noctis, but you can call me Noct.” The boy cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “how did you end up in the lake?”

“I am not sure. I remember…ice….and a cold chill. Then darkness….”

Noctis frowned at your words, “that sounds weird.”

“Yes, I’m suppose it does,” you laughed, his innocence feeling like a breath of fresh air. “But…it is all I have. And that will have to due for now.”

“Noctis!”

You both turned to see the beard man who had spoke to you earlier alongside the katana wielding soldier and another bald man, both glaring at you with hardened eyes. The bearded man kept the kind smile on his face, but his tense posture spoke volumes of his emotional state. “Noctis, I see you have found our…guest.”

“Yeah, I wanted to show her the gardens,” the black-haired boy spoke. His excuse was a poor one, but it caused you to smile nonetheless.

“That is rather kind of you. But I must speak with our guest privately now. Will you please excuse us?”

The boy nodded before tossing you a smile. “Bye (f/n)! I’ll see you later!”

You waved a silent farewell to Noctis as a maid ushered him away from the gardens, leaving you alone with the three men. The tension was so thick it could be sliced with a knife, making the serene garden seem more like a blood-covered battleground. You turned to look at the three men before you, the tears falling from your eyes taking them by surprise.

“I believe you had some questions.”

“I see…so you are as much in the dark as we are.” Regis sighed, resting his chin upon his laced fingers.

You nodded, refusing to meet anyone’s gaze and instead focusing upon the edge of the grand, oak desk sitting before you. Cor, the man with the katana, had his eyes closed in thought while Clarus, the bald man, kept a neutral face though his eyes shot you a look of pity.

“I am sorry I could not help you,” you mumbled softly.

“It is I who should apologize to you, Miss (f/n). It was our intention to help you, not submit you to a prison interrogation.”

“Yet you choose to tend to my wounds instead of tossing me within your dungeon. For that, you have my eternal gratitude, King Regis.”

Regis gave you a small smile, “your most welcome (f/n). Though with the gaps in your memory being present, there remains the situation regarding your livelihood.”

Though it was only a partial lie, you felt horrible about saying it to the very people who saved your life. Yet there was so much you did not understand, and explaining it to someone would only worsen your situation. No, you had to first discover the truth for yourself, if only for the time-being. “I will take any job you have, so long as I have room and board,” you pleaded.

“Your Majesty…the Kingsglaive is still recruiting members.” Cor spoke for the first time since the start of the meeting. “Perhaps we could send Miss (f/n) there.”

“That’s a rather serious occupation,” Clarus added.

“It will be no trouble to me. I can do it.”

Your answer was said with such conviction, even Cor raised an eyebrow in surprise. The three men all shared a look before turning to face you once more.

“Very well then; welcome to the Kingsglaive Miss (f/n).”

The sound of music echoed around all around as he walked through the familiar garden, like an alluring call to weary travelers. You sat perched upon the same bench, beneath the gazebo of white roses, ocarina pressed to your lips. Beside you sat the small cradle where your son laughed at the cheerful notes you let dance around the air.  Glancing upward you smiled, the very sight taking his very breathe away.

“My love, you’ve returned!” holding out your arms you moved to embrace him, allowing Ardyn to bury his nose within your (h/c) hair.

“Yes my dear, I have come home….”

“But I’m afraid your too late.” You spoke, moving away to show the dagger that was imbedded in your heart, blood pouring down your dress. “You could not protect us…”

Ardyn backed away from you in horror as the once beautiful garden transformed into a decaying ruin. He stared at your body lying upon the floor with the corpse of your son as he fell to his knees, black tears falling from golden eyes. “No! Don’t leave me! Don’t take her too, please! Stop, stop, STOP!”

Ardyn’s eyes snapped open immediately, sitting up right as sweat-drenched sheets pooled around his waist. He rubbed a hand down his face in exhaustion, sleep alluding him once more. Once more he dreamed of you, the sweet music you once played a light within the shadows of his mind. Yet the fantasy never lasted long when the nightmare revealed itself. Oh, how he missed you, his beloved Queen. The suffering you and your innocent child had endured at the hand of those accursed gods…they will pay.

“I will avenge you my nymph, I swear it.” Ardyn snarled as black tears fell from his eyes.

And that is the end of chapter one! I hope you guys enjoyed it and I will start on the next chapter as fast as I can. Take care everyone and have a good night! ^_^

#ffxv #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn izunia x reader #fanfiction #Long Live the King - ch.1

[chainsawbettyloo]

Title: Together With You, We’ll Relearn the World 

Pairing: sidlink

Rating: Everyone 

Tags: fluff, sweet, a little bit of sad but not a lot 

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was so super cute and I had SO much fun writing it! Hope you like it! 

Also posted on my AO3 if you’d prefer to read it there! Prompt requests are still open so send ‘em my way if you got ‘em! Comments, reblogs and kudos are much appreciated, thanks! 

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Not smiling was proving to be harder than he had originally thought.

Climbing up the steep, grassy incline, the ground slippery underneath his feet, heading towards the small camp they had set up at the base of the hill, Sidon tried to focus on anything other than the small Hylian on his back. This was proving to be a challenge as the slightest glance to his right allowed him a full view of his little Hylian's face, which just strengthened the urge to beam idiotically.

With his chin resting on his shoulder, arms loosely draped around his neck and legs held carefully in the loops of his own arms, Link was currently getting, from him, what he understood to be a ‘piggyback ride’. He wasn’t entirely sure why this positioning was called such a name but it seemed to being in it seemed to be a source of either agitation or embarrassment to Link, who was currently gazing forward with the most adorable look of sullenness that Sidon had ever seen on his already immensely cute face.

The reasoning behind Sidon carefully carrying him back to camp was that, as usual, Link had tried to perform some kind of stunt which involved a wooden shield and a hill, had promptly lost his balance, tried to correct it and twisted his ankle. Said ankle was now swollen to the size of an apple, as well as colored a disconcerting dark purple. His little Hylian had insisted he was alright, tried to walk and fell flat onto his face the moment he had tried to put pressure on the injured foot, resulting in a bruised, swollen cheek.

Amid much protests and complaints, all of which he ignored, Sidon had picked him up, positioning in the ‘piggyback’ position and started towards camp. He honestly didn’t find the situation itself funny, rather he was alarmed at how badly Link had managed to hurt himself and distantly worried if this was a normal thing for him (which lead directly to the thought that he would need to watch his little Hylian more carefully from now on) but the look on Link’s face - it was so utterly adorable that he couldn’t help but to want to grin. He wanted to lean over and kiss his nose, his lips, his forehead and, possibly, tease him a little for doing such a ridiculous thing.

However, he knew that would be ill received. Link wasn’t a child, after all and was obviously not in the same light mood that Sidon was in, so he figured that he should probably wait a little while before he started to gently poke fun at his little Hylian. Maybe after he had gotten that foot taken care of and put some good food in Link’s belly - having a good meal always seemed to cheer him up from a sour mood. And he knew just to dish to make to get his mind off his little incident.

Lost in his thoughts, he was slightly alarmed when Link suddenly gasped, his body jerking back, away from Sidon. They had just reached the top of the hill. Above them was a vast expanse of brilliant blue sky, dotted with deep grey rain clouds, below was an endless sea of green, interspersed with the brown of trees and the glimmering silver of rivers, streams and lakes. A storm had just recently blown through, raining down on the rich, green earth, leaving behind sparkles of fresh water and a delicate smell of pleasant dampness.

Turning his head to look back at Link, he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but abruptly froze. Link was looking at something to his left, his mouth hanging open, his beautiful blue eyes wide open with dazzling wonder. Sidon turned to look in the direction that Link was and, to his delight, found that a perfect rainbow had formed. Standing proudly in the vibrant sky, the colors contrasting against the grey of the clouds, it was the definition of a picturesque moment. Happiness swelled in his chest. Though the situation wasn’t exactly as he would have imagined, he was still so happy to be able to share such a romantic moment with his Link.

“What is it?” Link suddenly asked, his voice breathless with excitement, “Sidon, what is that?”

“Huh?” Sidon replied in surprise. He looked back at Link once more, “You don’t know?”

Link shook his head, a big smile, stretching from ear to ear, on his face, “No, I can’t remember. I feel like I should be able to but I can’t find it in my head. What is it? It’s beautiful!”

The happiness in his chest dimmed a little. That’s right - so much of Link’s memory had been lost after he had awoken from his one hundred year slumber. He hadn’t realized that it had been to this extent; so many details, so many memories and experiences were gone, nonexistent. The agony of losing so much, he couldn’t even imagine. But, he quickly released, the sadness growing in his heart freezing in it’s steps, at least, there were chances for Link to reclaim what he had lost, chances for him to remember and for him to experience everything, afresh and new. And he was allowed to be here with him, experiencing his wonder, his revelations, his epiphanies. He was allowed to stand by him as his eyes grew wide with excitement, delight and enthusiasm as a new thing appeared before him, and could drink it all in, encourage him to keep learning and help him whenever, wherever he could.

In that moment, he knew that there was no greater honor than that and there was nowhere else he would rather be.

“A rainbow.” He replied, finally allowing a smile to spread across his face.

“Rainbow.” Link repeated slowly, as though he were tasting the word on his tongue, his own smile somehow going larger, light filling his adorable face. “How does it work?!”

“I believe it’s light reflecting off water droplets but I’m not certain. Zelda will probably have a better idea of what’s going on than I do. We’ll ask her next time we see her.”

“That’s amazing!” Link joyfully cried, practically jumping up and down in Sidon’s arms, his hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders so he didn’t fall, “Can we get closer?”

“It’s a reflection in the sky,” He informed him gently, “you could keep running towards it and never reach it.”

The information didn’t seem to dampen Link’s spirits in the slightest. Instead, that only seemed to excite him more. Slipping his arms around Sidon’s shoulders, he leaned forward, pushed himself up until he was hanging over one of his shoulders, smiled vibrantly up at him, his blue eyes dancing with glee and asked, “Will it stay there forever?”

“No, it’ll eventually fade as the water evaporates and the light shifts.”

“When will it be back?”

Sidon shook his head, “I don’t know, maybe with the next rainstorm, maybe not. They’re not easily predictable.”

Link fell quiet, his gaze still fixed on the rainbow. Sidon gazed down at him for a few moments, drinking in the innocent, childish expression of joy and wonderment on his face before gently shifting him off his shoulder. Cradling him lovingly in his arms, a little disappointed that he could no longer see his face, he slipped one around his back, the other underneath his knees and said, “Come on. You’ll still be able to see it from camp. We need to get that foot fixed up.”

Link, whose eyes were still on the rainbow, nodded. After squirming around a little to get a better view, he relaxed into Sidon’s arms, his cheek pressing against Sidon’s chest and said, “This makes hurting my foot completely worth it.”

Snorting with laughter, Sidon smiled, leaned down to press a soft kiss on the top of his head before straightening up. He wasn’t so sure he agreed, as they would have been able to see the rainbow even if he hadn’t injured himself but he supposed as long as Link was happy, so was he.

But he really was going to have to keep an eye on his little Hylian. Link was entirely too daring for his own good. If he wanted to keep having discoveries like this, he was going to need to rein it back a little or, at least, Sidon was going to hold his reins just a little more tightly. He, after all, wanted to be able to experience many more moments like this so maybe a little more strictness was in order.

Starting forward again, he began to carefully make his way down the hill. It was a little bit difficult as, at the same time, he was trying not to block Link’s view. He didn’t know how long the rainbow was going to last so he wanted his little Hylian to have as much time being able to see it as possible.

“Sidon.” Link suddenly spoke up, his voice soft.

“Yes?” Sidon replied, cautiously stepping over what looked to be a weak spot in the ground.

“Thank you for being here with me.”

Sidon stopped, looked down to find that Link had torn his eyes away from the rainbow and his gaze was now directed upwards at him. There was a soft, peaceful look of contentment on his face that sent warmth flowing through his chest. Turning his head slightly, he snuggled into his chest and said, “I’ve lost so much...and it’s terrifying to think about that sometimes so,” he turned his head back and smiled vibrantly up at him, “thank you for being patient with me and teaching me what you can.”

Cute. He was so cute. He couldn’t believe how utterly adorable his little Hylian was. Squeezing him tightly to his chest, he pressed a kiss onto his forehead and said, “Of course! Oh, my Link, I’ll be right here with you always, helping you rediscover and learn everything you could possibly want to know! I’m not the best teacher but I’ll do my best! We’ll drive away that fear. Everything you’ve lost, we’ll reclaim.”

Link’s arms looped around his neck. Pulling himself up so that he was nearly vertical, Sidon quickly encased him in his embrace to keep him steady. Lovingly nuzzling the side of his head, he tightened his hold on him, making sure that his injured foot wasn’t in an awkward position. Pushing his face into the curve of his shoulder, Link snuggled into him, placed a soft kiss against the side of his neck and whispered, “Promise?”

Sidon nodded, “There’s nowhere I would rather be, than right here with you, Link.”

He felt Link smile against his skin. There was a little hint of heat, indicating that his little Hylian was probably blushing. Smiling slightly himself, he kissed the tip of his exposed, red tipped ear, which earned him an adorable little giggle, before setting off once again towards their camp. It was true, he didn’t know much outside of Zora’s Domain but that just gave him the chance to learn alongside Link, to experience things, hand and hand, step by step, with him. Together, they would reclaim what Link had lost and he could only hope that much of what they recovered inspired similar reactions in Link, because he was certain that he could see that jubilant glow on his little Hylian’s face a million times over and never, ever tire of it.

#breath of the wild #loz #prince sidon #prince sidon x link #sidlink #mywriting #mystuff #prompts #this was seriously such a cute prompt #and i was so happy writing it

[nightingalesighs]

Confessions in the Dark - A Rizzy fic

Chapter 1 

Author’s Note: I finally got the second chapter to my liking. A huge thank you to @outlawsandcircles for reading this chapter and assuaging my fears. Also thank you to everyone that commented, liked, and reblogged the first chapter. I loved hearing what you had to say :) This thing got longer than expected so read under the cut.

AO3 link

He finds Isabelle leaning against the kitchen counter with her head in her hands, a near empty glass of water in front of her. Not taking his eyes off her, he leans against the pillar and puts his hands in his pockets. Waiting.  Slowly, she lifted her head. He took note of her slightly unfocused eyes and hands splayed on the counter top to steady herself. Pushing herself up, she stood straight and crossed her arms, fixing him with a hard stare.

“Why did you try to kill Clary?” Not exactly the conversation he had been expecting, but one he wasn’t afraid of either. He met her gaze and held it, refusing to seem apologetic or ashamed.

“It was my last resort to protect the Downworld. As clan leader, it’s my duty to protect my people by any means necessary. I didn’t want to kill her, but I felt like it was my only option.” He spread his hands in front of him, unrepentant of his actions. Indignation sparked her features.

“That’s murder, Raphael.” He shrugged in response to the steely gaze and disapproving frown on her face.

“It was a judgement call. Surely duty and responsibility are things you can understand.” She considered him for a moment, formulating her response.  

“What if it had been me? What if I had been the one with the power to activate the sword?” Pain flared in his chest as he refused to consider the possibility; the thought of even entertaining the possibility making him uncomfortable. He shifted his weight, considering the best way to respond.  

“You don’t,” he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I didn’t even want it to come to that but I believed I was acting in the best interests of my clan and the entire Downworld. Other Downworlders were coming for her and at least at my hand, it would have been quick and painless. She wouldn’t have felt a thing.”

“You’re not answering my question. What if it had been me, Raphael?”

“But you don’t have the ability. It wasn’t you,” he said firmly. This was not something he wanted to consider.

“I don’t fucking care!” She punctuated her words by slamming her fist on the counter. “Would you have been so quick to condemn me to death? Because the way I see it, there isn’t much difference.” Fire burned in her eyes, causing a flush to rise in her cheeks. Frustration and anger seared through his veins as she forced the subject.

He crossed the distance to the counter in a few strides, slamming his hands down on the granite surface. “I don’t know, Isabelle!” Once again, she tore down his walls and before he knew it, words were tumbling out of his mouth before he could even process them. “I do know that I care for you. I do know that I haven’t cared about someone this much in decades. I know that it would be excruciating to lose you, Isabelle.” And just like that, he was laid bare. Stripped of every wall and barrier he had ever built. The armor that he encased himself in, just ripped away. Her expression softened, the fire in her eyes dimming as she took him in.

“Is that why you hid my phone?” she asked, her tone gentler.

“Yes. I wanted to protect you. I care about your well-being and I know that when it comes to others’, you care too little about your own.”

“But I was fine.” She crossed her arms, and raised her chin imperiously as her expression lost whatever warmth his previous words had kindled.

“Were you?” Pushing away from the counter, he slowly walked around to the other side. “Did you not collapse after killing four Circle members?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. Raphael took some satisfaction in watching her eyes widen, confusion neutralizing her expression. “Yeah, I know about that.”

Recovering from the surprise, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. “So that’s why you feel guilty.”

“I felt guilty the moment I read your phone, Isabelle. Because it had suddenly become glaringly obvious that I had put you in a position where you were unable to fulfill your duty. Because I knew that you were in no condition to fight; that it would be physically painful for you to do so. But those things wouldn’t mean anything to you because family and duty come first. So, I hid your phone; I lied to you.” The guilt had only been intensified after seeing her at the Institute. The fact that she hadn’t been injured or killed had done little to assuage his self-loathing.

She narrowed her eyes as she studied his expression, tilting her head to the side. “But you had to know I’d find out eventually; that I’d be upset.”

“I did. But I didn’t care how angry or upset you’d be,” he said with a shake of his head. “I just wanted you to be safe.”

“I saved Alec. What if I hadn’t been there?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care so long as you’re alive.”

She shook her head, her face unreadable as she spoke. “Those words shouldn’t make me feel like I do.”

He took a tentative step towards her as he spoke. “Let someone worry about you for once,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he took another step towards her. “Make you a priority.” He stopped just short of their bodies touching, her radiant heat permeating his clothes and warming his skin. Without her heels, he felt as though he towered over her. Still, she met his eyes with an unwavering stare in such a way that it eliminated any advantage he might have gotten from the height difference. Isabelle Lightwood did not need high heels to command power. Her presence was all she needed and she knew it.

He took a deep breath, allowing her perfume and shampoo to overpower his sense of smell. The same flash of memories from before flooded his mind. The weight of her body as he cradled her in his arms in a dingy alley. The light brushing of her lips on his cheek and the feel of her hand, warm in his. The fleeting pressure as she casually brushed against him while trying to cook. The weight of her head on his chest and the silkiness of her hair under his fingertips.

“Let...me...love you,” he said, his voice low and husky as he cupped her cheek. She met his gaze with a neutral expression only betrayed by the rapid beat of her heart.

“This isn’t love, Raphael.”

“Then what is it, Isabelle?”

“It’s Shadowhunter blood and vampire venom.”

“I’ve been without your blood just as long you’ve been without my venom. My feelings have only intensified, what about yours?” He lowered his face until it was mere inches from hers, not breaking eye contact.

“They’re irrelevant, they’re just side effects of withdrawal.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, resting his forehead against hers with a sigh. “Dios maldita sea, Isabelle. Just let yourself feel. Stop pushing your feelings away.”

For a moment she didn’t respond. The only sound was her heavy breathing and the pounding of her heart. She stepped away from him, pushing against his chest gently but firmly. “I don’t know what to feel. I don’t know how I should feel about anything.” She took a deep breath and looked away, clenching her shaking hand into a fist as she steadied herself against the counter once more.

“How bad are the symptoms?” Her mouth thinned into a hard line.

“Every joint in my body aches. The last time I tried to sleep, I hallucinated demons crawling around my room. I can’t shake the feeling that everyone at the Institute is staring and judging.” She paused, taking a shaky breath before continuing. “But the worst is feeling like it’ll never get better. That I’ll never stop wanting the drug.”

“It will get easier, Isabelle. You really are one of the strongest Shadowhunters I know.”

“I don’t feel strong.” She finally looked back at him, tears swimming in her eyes. “I’m so tired, Raphael.” Something snapped in his chest at her words; guilt and sorrow crashing into him in waves. He hadn’t felt this much self-hatred and helplessness since he’d been Turned. Pushing all that away for now, he held out his hand to her. For now, he wanted nothing more than for her to be okay.

“Come here.” Isabelle took his offered hand and he lead her out of the kitchen and down a hall. “I know you didn’t mean it quite so literally but...” His words trailed off as he opened the door to his bedroom and lead her inside. He switched on the bedside lamp and turned down the covers.

A small smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, warmth kindling in her eyes. She kicked off her shoes and shed her jacket before climbing into the bed. Once settled, he pulled the covers up to her chin and placed a kiss on her forehead. He turned the lamp off before turning to leave.

“Stay. Please,” she said just as he was about to step through the door. Raphael paused, not turning around; refusing to turn around.

“Isabelle -” She cut him off, her heart beating faster as she did.

“Please. I...want you with me,” she said, swallowing audibly. He could hear tension and uncertainty in her tone but there was also an edge of determination as she continued. “I’ve missed you in ways that the addiction couldn’t account for. Ever since I left you at the Institute, there’s been this ache in my chest...like a part of me was missing. And it didn’t stop until you made it clear that you cared about me. Stay with me.” The hammering of her heart swelled around him as he wavered over the threshold. “Please.” He was amazed at how much feeling she was able to pack into one whispered plea.

Sighing heavily, he took a step back and closed the door. She blew out an unsteady breath.  If he were being honest, he hadn’t felt the same since she had left either. A constant ache he hadn’t realized the full extent of until her presence had eased it. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off before sitting down on the edge of the bed and working his shoes off. She remained silent as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt before pulling the tails from his waistband and depositing it on the floor.

Isabelle scooted closer as he pulled back the covers and slid into bed. She pressed against his side as he raised his arm, allowing her to rest her head on his shoulder. Her hand fisted in his undershirt as she tried to keep it from shaking. Reaching up to stroke her hair, he found it still bound in a bun.

“May I?” A nod was her only response before he gently undid her hair tie and slid it over his wrist. She hummed in contentment as he ran his fingers through her hair, taking care not to pull on any knots. He loosened her grip on his undershirt, using his own to press her hand flat against his chest. “Sleep, Isabelle. I won’t let your demons get you.” She burrowed closer into his side, sliding a leg over his.

He relished this moment, wanting to freeze time and live in it forever; the feeling of her chest expanding and contracting, hearing her heartbeat slow as she began to relax, the way her hair felt sliding through his fingers. Drowning in the familiar scent of her perfume that perfectly complimented the chemistry of her blood, forming the intoxicating scent that uniquely Isabelle. But there were things that he couldn’t ignore; ones that only fueled his self-loathing. Like how the heat radiating from her body felt like fire, the thin and sticky layer of sweat covering her skin, or the tremors in her hand. All reminders of the countless other invisible symptoms she must be suffering as a result of his weakness.

But despite everything, he still craved her blood and that’s perhaps what he hated the most. Knowing that if she asked, he wouldn’t want to say no. But he would say no; he firmly believed that. He had to believe it.

He lost all sense of time as he pushed away the intrusive thoughts and focused on his senses; letting himself be enveloped by her presence. Finally, her hand stopped trembling as she presumably fell asleep.

“I felt it too, that ache. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make it go away; I couldn’t push it away, I couldn’t ignore it or bury it.” He paused, considering his words as recalled how he had held onto to that image of her at the Institute. The elation on her face as she found him unharmed. “It became a constant part of my existence. But being here, feeling the warmth of your skin and hearing the beat of your heart...being so completely surrounded by you; I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked it! Any comments or thoughts you may have, I would love to hear them :)

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