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basilhopewhumps · 8 months
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mmmm bit of whump writing based on this post by @i-eat-worlds and the tags on it by @fern-writes-whump
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"I'm gonna change the bandage again, okay?" mutters C, touching A's arm with a tender hand, where the gash is now wrapped up in gauze that is nearly soaked through with blood. "Are the ice packs okay? Do you need them cooled off again or are they good?"
"Mm," A hums distractedly, brow furrowed as they gaze out the window.
"A?"
A blinks, and for the first time in the last few hours they actually turn their head to meet C's wide, concerned eyes. "Sorry, what?"
"Bandages. Ice packs."
"Right. Sorry." A rubs their face and then winces when they accidentally touch the bruise that is blooming across their eye. The pain is bad, yes- they took a lot of blows, and the knife caught them pretty badly in the arm. But just now there is something bearing down on their mind even more heavily. "I'm just...I wish B would come home."
A shadow of worry crosses C's face, and their hands falter, falling into their lap. "Oh," they whisper. "Yeah. Me too." They share a pained look with A before A's eyes return to the window, longing, hoping, yearning.
When A stumbled into their home, sobbing, collapsing into B's arms and telling them about what had happened, they had been too frantic and upset to catch the rage in B's eyes. The utter, cold fury at all the descriptions of how they had been hurt and who hurt them. A misses B's soft hands rubbing their back soothingly, the gentle kisses to their temple; it's been hours since B stormed out of the house after only a bid to C to take good care of A's injuries and a long kiss goodbye for A.
"Changing the bandage now," C whispers, and A nods, swallowing hard, trying and failing not to cry. They weep silently, tears slipping down their cheeks, punctuated by soft sniffles and trembling lips. For C's part, there is nothing to do but touch them gently, whispering apologies when they have to dab stinging antiseptic on the wound and A gasps softly. They know that the crying is not about the pain. It is about missing their lover.
C doesn't ask about the icepacks, knowing A doesn't want to talk about it. They lift each one, trying not to wince at the bruises that mark A's body each place they were struck, and feel the bottom, most lukewarm now. They stand to go to the kitchen and get fresh ones, but A looks up suddenly, voice high-pitched and watery. "C-"
C turns in the doorway, looking back at them with sympathy and sadness in their eyes.
"What if B gets hurt," A whispers. "What if something happens to them, what if they-"
"They won't," C cuts them off sharply, and then their voice softens at the glistening, tear-stricken face they are looking into. "They won't, A. They're gonna come home. They love us. They love you."
A lets out a shaking sigh.
It is a while longer, more of C tending to A's injuries gently, in near silence only punctuated by the soft hitches of quiet sobs, before the door creaks open.
"Oh my God," C exclaims immediately, and jump up from where they were sitting on the couch beside A, holding an icepack against their bruised face for them to give them a rest. A doesn't catch the icepack they drop, too caught up in the moment, eyes wide. Their heart is racing. Please, please, please-
There is a fire in B's eyes as they limp through the front door, across the room, and drop to their knees before A on the couch, taking both their hands. Both pairs of hands are trembling.
"A," B whispers fiercely, "I am 100% serious when I tell you that no one will ever hurt you like that again."
A stares at B. Their lovers face looks five times as bad as theirs. Covered in bruises, a trickle of dried blood trailing out of their nose. Their words are slurred- there is blood in their mouth too. A's eyes flick down to their hands- bruises bloom across their knuckles too. B clenches A's hands tighter as their own shake harder, and A's stomach flips at B's ragged breaths.
"B-" they begin tearfully, but B slumps forward, suddenly going alarmingly limp, their head thunking against A's knee.
"Shit," A and C say in near unison, and while C continues in a stream of "Shit, shit, shit, shit, oh my fuck, shit, God-" A is tearfully imploring B- "B, please, I love you, oh my God, why did you- please I'm scared I love you-" C reaches forward to help A, who is already in a panic trying to ease B up onto the couch, abandoning their own seat. They've been trying to go easy on their injured arm, but they have forgotten all of their own injuries- as they help C strip off B's shirt and examine them, it turns out B is injured far worse.
B's eyes blink open blearily a minute later, as C is running for more ice packs and more bandages. A strokes their face softly, leaning over them- "shhhhh sh sh B it's okay now, we're here, you're going to be alright-"
"They-" Just the pain of moving their mouth to speak makes B wince, shuddering a little, and A lays a hand on their chest gently when they find a spot that is not bruised or bleeding. "They hurt you, A."
"I know, I know, B, you didn't have to do that," A whispers, tears brimming again in their eyes.
"They hurt you," B repeats weakly.
"They hurt you worse."
"They hurt you..."
A opens their mouth and then closes it.
And they drop their head down and shakily, tenderly, gently, kiss B's forehead.
"It's okay, B," they whisper. "I'm okay. And you're gonna be okay."
"If I have anything to say about it," adds C softly, dumping the armful of supplies they've gathered onto the coffee table. "A- I got it, don't worry. I've got them."
A shuffles back with a sigh, feeling their wounds scream at them again.
They fold their arms over B's legs, burying their face there, letting themself cry. And they feel B's hand come to tangle in their hair, stroking their head softly; A reaches for B's other hand without looking, and every time B squeezes it from the pain of C dressing their wounds- accompanied by "Sorry, sorry, almost done-" A feels their heart pang, half with sorrow for B, but half with gratitude that their lover is home and safe and taken care of.
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A Clash of Kings - 07 CATELYN I (pages 97-110)
Cat deals with some heavy feels as Robb sends his Terms and Conditions to Cersei, then reunites with her uncle Brynden to plot some strategy in the face of concerning news.
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The ancient crown of the Kings of Winter ad been lost three centuries ago, yielded up to Aegon the Conqueror when Torrhen Stark knelt in submission. What Aegon had done with it no man could say but Lord Holster's smith had done his work well, and Robb's crown looked much as the other was said to have looked in the tales told of the Stark kings of old; an open circlet of hammered bronze incised with the runes of the First Men, surmounted by nine black iron spikes wrought in the shape of longswords. Of gold and silver and gemstones, it had none; bronze and iron were the metals of winter, dark and strong to fight against the cold.
*gasp* Lore and jewellery! I love it.
Although from a "the Starks were there for the original Long Night" perspective, (and I believe it remains true across books and show: obsidian kills the Others) I think it would have been really cool if at least one of the swords on the crown was made from obsidian. Or the blades of them.
Living men had gone south, and cold bones would return. Ned had the truth of it, she thought. His place was at Winterfell, he said as much, but would I hear him? No. Go, I told him, you must be Robert's Hand,for the good of our House, for the sake of our children... my doing, mine, and no other...
Oh Cat. The guilt is eating her alive. But you know, Cersei and Joffrey and Littlefinger all had not-insignificant roles in what happened. She made a bad call with Tyrion, sure, but the initial call to appease the king was a good one. Stop hogging the blame, it's not all on you!
Even if Cat had said "no, don't go," Ned probably still would have ended up in the south. Robert was his friend who needed him, and his king who commanded him. It was more than likely going to happen no matter what.
"Third, my father's greatsword Ice will be delivered to my hand, here at Riverrun."
mmmm, yeah, I'll count it, cause I'm thirsty. Valyrian steel weapon ⚔️ = 🥛
I want my sisters back I want my father's remains back I want my family heirloom back I want my people back I want our land back
They aren't bad demands. Unfortunately Cersei lost a Stark Sister, and she's very greedy, and actually quite stingy. (especially since you won't be giving her brother-lover back.)
"Your lords made you their king." "And can unmake me just as easy." ... "I might have been able to trade the Kingslayer for father, but..." "...but not for the girls?" Her voice was icy quiet. "Girls are not important enough, are they?" ... That was unworthy of me, she told herself. Gods be good, what is become of me?He is doing his best, trying so hard, I know it, I see it, and yet... I have lost my Ned, the rock my life was built on, I could not bear to lose the girls as well...
brb, being disgusted with the northern lords. Cause, when they talk about "the girls aren't equal value of the Kingslayer" what they mean is, The Northern Lords, don't think it's a fair trade, two girls for a valuable political hostage most of them have a huge beef with. But Ned? They'd be fine if it was Ned, he's for sure equal value to the Kingslayer. Even if Robb was truly willing to make the trade, Jaime for the girls, the Northern Lords would pull their support so fast.
Autumn had come, the Conclave had declared, but the gods had not seen fit to tell the winds and woods as yet. For that Catelyn was duly grateful. Autumn was always a fearful time, with the spectre of winter looming ahead. Even the wise man never knew whether his next harvest would be his last.
Ah, okay, so they can't guesstimate how long autumn will last.
She sighed. "I wish I had their faith. Crimson is a Lannister color." "That thing's not crimson," Ser Brynden said. "Nor Tully red, the mud red of the river. That's blood up there, child, smeared across the sky." "Our blood or theirs?" "Was there ever a war where only one side bled?" Her uncle gave a shake of the head.
At last. Ser Brynden with The Most Correct interpretation of the comet.
"but your father's bannermen make a sadder tale. Robb should never have let them go. They've scattered like quail, each man trying to protect his own, and it's folly, Cat, folly. -"
Divided they fall. Like dominoes. like... oh wow they are legit getting the snot beat out of them, and by snot I mean blood they are being slaughtered left, right, and center.
"Harrenhal." Every child of the Trident knew the tales told of Harrenhal, the vast fortress that King Harren the Black had raised beside the waters of the Gods Eye three hundred years past, when the Seven Kingdoms had been seven kingdoms, and the riverlands were ruled by the ironmen from the islands. In his pride, Harren had desired the highest hall and the tallest towers in all Westeros. Forty years if had taken, rising like a great shadow on the shored of the lake while Harren's armies plundered his neighbors for stone, lumber, gold, and workers. Thousands of captives died in his quarries, chained to his sledges, or laboring on his five colossal towers. Men froze by winter and sweltered in summer. Weirwoods that had stood three thousand years were cut down for beams and rafters. Harren had beggared the riverlands and the Iron Islands alike to ornament his dream. And when at last Harrenhal stood complete, on the very day King Harren took up residence, Aegon the conqueror had come ashore at King's Landing.
On today's episode of Grand Designs Westeros, we visit a place that answers the questions "what if Neuschwanstein Castle but evil?" and "what if Neuschwanstein Castle but we don't pioneer new building techniques that are used even in modern day construction" and "how to make my castle as cursed as possible?" The hella cursed, kinda melted Harrenhal.
"Another nephew?" The Lannisters of Casterly Rock were a damnably large and fertile house. "Cousin," Ser Brynden corrected. "Brother to Lord Tywin's late wife, so twice related. An old man, and a bit of a dullard, but he has a son, Ser Daven, who is more formidable."
Oh, so incest actually runs in the Lannister family. Like the Targaryens. And Tywin's problem with Cersei and Jaime was... what? The lack of political enhancement they provided the Lannister Legacy if married to one another, and the whole, 'it's treason now actually' thing? Or is he a "first cousins but no closer/this many degrees of separation make it not incest" kinda guy?
"Unless he must leave Harrenhal," she said, "to face some other threat." Her uncle looked at her thoughtfully. "Lord Renly." "King Renly." If she would ask help from the man, she would need to grant him the style he had claimed for himself. "Perhaps." The Blackfish smiled a dangerous smile. "He'll want something, though." "He'll want what kings always want," she said. "Homage."
Catelyn knows what's up. I'm excited to see her flex her political and diplomatic muscles. Shhh, we're ignoring how this ends for now. "For a moment I was so excited by Catelyn preparing to Get Stuff Done, that I forgot we lived in a world..."
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I LOVE LAUGHTRACK I want him to pick me up from school and go out for ice cream . You should talk abt him
HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY DO THAT!!!! hermm idrk what to talk abt so i’ll just rattle off some fun facts
• very recently decided to change the spelling but his name when he was “living” was michael raffone . do u get it . do u g
• very big belly laugh guy. he will laugh so hard that he starts crying and wheezing. he is so fun to be around when he’s not being forced to kill and torture people
• SUPER good with kids and very patient w them. walking jungle gym and loves carrying ‘em around. double also doesn’t need to be said but FANTASTIC cook too
• when he eats cannolis (favorite dessert. mmmm yum yum yum) he holds them like a cigar because he thinks it’s funny
• he’s very sansesque in his dedication to bits. he LOVES a good bit. also really likes practical jokes but can have a tendency to take shit too far esp when he’s having one of his Audience Episodes
• speaking of. the Only place the audience cannot go is his dressing room which is where his bed (a hammock tied between two wooden support beams) is. technically he is Allowed to leave the comedy club but most of the time the audience will not allow it and will get Very angry with him abt it
• malice did Not intend for the audience to be sentient and want blood but now that it’s been like that since forever they don’t know how to get rid of it or kill it without it being weird
• double speaking of malice they r laughtrack’s cool awesome niece. honestly even if she told him that she did this to him i don’t think he’d be like. that upset . he doesn’t remember his life before this happened but he Does know and remember what it’s like to be left alone and forgotten abt and he knows how desperate u get like that . he loves when they visit so much they color books together i think
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Hello yes I spent an evening doodling very flawed sketches of One Vampire Man because I have an Obsession. This is @redwingedwhump‘s boy Yves Blackthorne sooooo yeah don’t mind me just over here loving him for all of eternity.
Some of these are serious and some of them are me wanting him to fiddle with his little flip phone or drink a glass of blood through a straw lol. He’s a lot of fun to draw until I have to try and figure out his clothes for a full body pose. But eh I need practice drawing proper formal outfits anyway.
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Purple Pill - Shinso x fem!reader
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18+, WAREHOUSE UNDERGOUND RAVE AU, DRUG USE
[edit:i am actually crying. thank you, Zo, @joyousandverywarlike​, for making me this amazing banner. it’s so beautiful and it’s exactly what I imagined his eyes to be like]
I should make a banner for this but I’m lazy and honestly, 420 subscribers snuck up faster than I expected (cough thanks @lady-bakuhoe​ and @animewh0re​)
WARNINGS: Hard drug use, unprotected sex, orgasm denial
Authors note: idk how many of you are in the underground techno scene like I am, but please, be safe. It’s easy to get sucked into this lifestyle. If you know anyone that has lost their way, or you feel like you are yourself, reach out to someone. As always, inspired by Myst Paris . They’ve always made me feel safe during these experiences. Here’s a spotify playlist if you want to listen while reading.
PURPLE PILL
You don’t like the colour purple. In fact, you absolutely despise it. You actively avoid it, yet you’re always surrounded by it.  You like red. You enjoy blue. But not together. You can’t escape it, especially tonight, with him around. So you try to forget, push everything out of your mind and focus on the present, it’s why you’re here, after all. You want to be numb, feel nothing and everything at once, so devoid of thought that your body can’t help but be overstimulated.
There’s no denying it, the way you feel the bass thumping through you, controlling the speed at which your heart beats. It’s fast, throttling your muscles as your feet step, hips sway. Your hands move up your thighs, pinching the hem of your skirt, always a skirt, pulling it up until it slips from your grasp. You trail your hands along your waist, tugging at your skin before you cross them, finding a place on either end of your clavicles, chest expanding and contracting as you writhe for the beat conductor. Your head swings side to side, predatory, searching, snakelike, before your fingers crawl up your neck and past your ears, in the air, flying. It’s so fucking good, and with your chin up, eyes closed, there’s no purple.
There’s a siren in the music, trickling in, winding up a build as you stare at the ceiling. It’s brutalistic, chipping cement, a few skylights missing glass, hinting at the late night and early morning. It’s a waning moon, no longer full but emptying out into something new, transformative. You moan, pure ecstasy drifting with the music to join the cacophony of smouldering bodies surrounding you. It’s sweaty and delicious. You feel an empty cup crush beneath your boot, and you realize you’re still on the ground, not weightless. So you pretend, hands reaching sideways and down, brushing against moist shoulders briefly. They swipe yours in return, acknowledgement of souls trying to soar, before you’re alone, hugging yourself with only the sound as a blanket. The beat drops and you’re back to stomping, feral movements.
You’re so lost that you don’t see it. Lavender flames part the sea of bodies stomping to the beat, as though burning them, changing to mist. A wildfire is heading straight for you. Damn purple.
“Funny seeing you here,” his voice is deeper than the bass of the music, vibrating through your skin and into your bones, boiling your marrow. It peels your eyes open, dragging you back to earth. The lights strobe, flashing into your dilated pupils. You’re electric, buzzed. He’s blocking the view of the DJ, of the crowd, your lifeline. Everything is in focus and moving.
“Your hair is alive, Shinso,” you mumble, staring at the mess of purple on his head. “It’s making me sick.” He chuckles as you grab a fistful, dragging him to slouch. It’s soft, how disgusting, so you’re rough.
“Oh, kitten, what low-grade shit have you already taken?” he asks, eyes lilac, pupils narrow, sober. Unfortunate but expected; he doesn’t use when he deals.
You shrug. It was half a pill hours ago, remnants from last week's reverie found in your earplug holder. It’s four in the morning, but the night has just started. The bass flips, a new beat lifting the melody and you bounce, still fisting his hair. He grimaces, prying your grip from his locks to hold your palm, unburnt even though you’d just touched fire. His fingers massage and knead the flesh as you sway. The lights flash. Red, blue, red, blue, fucking purple, so your eyes shut, pulling his lithe body against yours, fingers dancing under his shirt and up his spine. He chuckles.
He smells like lavender and spice, and you wince, face contorting in pain at how it stabs your lungs, cutting through the fog of your fading high, unwanted purple. Still, you press him closer, needing touch, forehead rolling between the dip of his pectorals, before your lips rest on his shoulders, almost biting, looking past and pining for the DJ. He’s a deity controlling the bodies of everyone in the warehouse, yet you feel cut off, held captive by the man wrapped around you, a prisoner, safeguarded. You feel Shinso sigh, his breath cool against your sweating neck. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you deeper into his field of flowers, you inhale poison.
“Want something a bit stronger, kitty?” he’s husky, like leaves rustling in autumn, auburn against a periwinkle sky. He knows you’re not where you want to be. He’ll help you get there.
“Mmmm,” you hum in response, the hands on his back pawing and pressing the fabric of his shirt. It’s a soft cotton, or perhaps hemp. It’s nice, white, a canvas to paint on. Your fingers trace over the hills and valleys of his muscles, hips grinding against his, digging your nails into his skin. You don’t see it, but you feel the blood, red, wondering if you can create some blue, digging harder. Then the beat drops and you begin to stomp, feeling a fresh sense of clarity, focus, drive with the music. Shinso hisses.
“Careful with the claws,” he muses, the hands on your hips releasing to unzip the body-bag sandwiched between your bodies. You press your palms flat, feeling his heart beat in his back, syncing with yours but not with the bass.
He moves stealthily, slowly, hand snaking against your bare chest and over your bralet, a tease. His knuckles brush your nipples as he pulls the zip down. You pull your head off his shoulder to stare into those dark eyes, they’re bored and calculating. You’d shiver if it wasn’t for how warm it is, heat trapped under his gaze, sweat glistening on your skin, dripping down his neck.
His sweat. It’s reflecting the lights, cyan and scarlet swirling together so quickly they morph into violet. You press the tip of your tongue to the roof of your mouth, running it up and down, you’re antsy, coming down. His body is ice cold beneath your touch, burning holes into your fingertips. He smiles lazily, his hand withdrawing completely and suddenly, there’s too much space between your bodies.
“You got water?” He asks, serious, no hint of a smirk. He doesn’t wait for you to respond, lifting a hand to your lips, a bottle already open and waiting and you open your mouth for him to pour it in. “Don’t swallow.” He says it almost too late so you push the liquid into your cheeks, right leg bouncing in an effort to stay still, the music calling you. You need to dance. There’s distortion and a steady beat as you stare at a rolling back to your left, mesmerised and longing to feel the silky skin, brown, not mauve.
Your gaze rips to the man in front of you when he crouches, ducking below eye level of the singular, mandatory bouncer, not that they would stop him. He’s got a syringe and small glass vial in his hands, and without looking at you, he pulls out a carefully measured amount, just a few milliliters, if that. He knows your tolerance so well. You remember the last time he gave you GHB, the euphoric mania that blossomed, and you grin with sealed lips. At least it’s not a purple pill. He crooks a finger and you bend forward, a moth to his lilac flames, letting all the water pool forward to avoid burning your mouth.
“Careful, kitten, remember what I told you?” he asks, steady hands waiting for your nod before he expels the acrid drug between your lips and you swallow quickly, making sure it’s the water that carries it, diluting it. In seconds, he’s packed it all away and passes you the water bottle. You chug it, extremely thirsty, suddenly on edge at expecting something to hit you at any moment.
There’s a howl to your right, a whine to your left, and you let out a moan as the music suddenly picks up double time. Your hands fly to the back of your neck, forearms pressed snugly to your ears, falling into the beat until sensations pull you back out. Shinso won’t let you go that easily, and you don’t want to leave him. He’s still kneeling, as though in prayer to your body and motion. It’s empowering to see him beneath you, amongst the dirt. He’s untouchable and yet here he is. His palms drag up the length of your calves as he places kisses along your thighs, fingers inching higher until they’re under your skirt, kneading the flesh of your ass, a thick index trailing along the crease of your underwear. You roll your hips, feeling his finger slide between your folds. Your teeth chatter, remnants of the previous pill, and you shudder against his hands. One of your hands finds refuge in his hair once more.
“Shinso, not now,” you whine, tugging him up. He stands, large palms splaying against your lower back again, arching it as you step together, rhythm flowing through your bodies. This time, he smells like smoke and geranium, a burning flower. His hips are pressed against yours, cock obviously hard, waiting, expectant. His lips come to your ear and he gives you a kiss before tasting the sweat near your hairline. It’s a threat, you’re inside him now, swallowed by purple.
“Hmm, did you just tell me to wait? After I gave you what you needed.” He’s tutting, his tone condescending, sending shockwaves through your ear canal, flipping a switch in your brain. You need to be alert, you’ve made the mistake before, tread carefully. You inhale, breathing in his fire, almost choking on ash.
“Dance with me,” you say, stretching more of your neck for him to reach, his lips soft and soothing. He’s sucking down on the skin, pulling red marks to the surface that will turn to blue then eggplant.
No, you pull away, head jerking out of his reach but he quickly resumes, fingers tangling behind your head to bring your face close to his. He doesn’t kiss you, not yet. He merely surveys your emotions with half-lidded eyes, calculating how long it’ll be before you’re floating away. You can’t stop bouncing, heightening the friction between your bodies. He’s starting to sweat now, you can see it beading in his hairline. You realise he must’ve been behind the DJ booth, where there’s restricted access, privacy. Something taps your lips and you open your mouth, compliant, thankful for something to suck on apart from your tongue.
“Kitten, you don’t tell me what to do,” his whisper makes you shudder. He’s planning something, lilac eyes becoming amethyst, bewitching. His fingers are bitter, sharp, like the green stalk of a flower, and you’re addicted. You curl your tongue up, swirling it around, feeling the bumps of your muscle curl against the miniscule grooves of his fingerprints. He pushes them in deeper, roughly, and if you were tighter, wound up, sober, you might’ve gagged. Instead, you feel the saliva begin to pool around your teeth, coating his knuckles and dribbling down your chin as he fucks your mouth with his hand. There’s no telling how long you’re sucking on them, time nonexistent, but the music slows, crashing periodically, like helicopter blades coming to a halt. 
Then there’s quiet. 
You hear the squelch in your mouth, the popping of spit. The pressure spreads from your throat down, and ice begins to frost in your gut, travelling up. Something is creeping. The contorting bodies begin to holler, whoop, moans of pain mixing with cries of pleasure as the next deity set’s up. You let your head fall back, his fingers slipping down your chin to grasp your throat, spit cold against moist flesh. He’s growling, you realise, the rumbles from his chest trembling in his fingertips. Has he been waiting for you all night?
It feels like an explosion behind your eyes, going off in your mind, sparking everywhere, and suddenly, you’re weightless once more. If it wasn’t for Shinso’s hand wrapped around you, who knows where you’d have floated to? The lights strobe again, faster, more urgent, the bass kicks off in a hurry, there’s a scream underneath the music, chilling your bones. Hardcore. You find yourself massaging his forearms, biceps, shoulders, fingers toying underneath the fabric of his shirt.
“You’re too clothed,” the statement leaves your lips, finding yourself dizzy with energy, talkative. He’s in hyperfocus, the flames of his hair sparking off purple, rising to join the stars above. You can see the glint in his normally dull eyes now, brought about by the onslaught of your new high. He grins, lips pulling like a cheshire cat, twisting his face, and you drag his neck down to meet your lips. There’s another shriek in the beat and you pull back, breathless. “I don’t like it, not this, let’s go get some air?” Words tumble around you as they pour from your mind incoherently, against his smiling lips. His nods, forehead rubbing yours.
“Of course, kitten. Follow me,” and your hand is wrapped with his as he tugs you sideways, the bodies weaving around his straight path to the side of the warehouse. He tugs you to the front when you turn to the back, thinking of catching your breath in the outdoor area reserved for those that might be getting overwhelmed, tripping badly or need a release. That’s not his plan. Another scream and you grip his wrist with a vice, feeling the bass throttle your bones as you walk closer to the music, violent, bruising. He pushes past the metal railing, and you cross the barrier from purgatory into hell, so close to the speakers you can feel yourself become the music, imagine the screams, until you can’t.
The door is shut, cutting off the cries and beat, only the thrum can be heard in the room, a never ending thump rattling your bones. You can’t stop moving, the music calling you to return now that you can no longer hear it. You’re bouncing as you walk, almost skipping when Shinso sits and pulls you on top of him in a straddle. His hands find the plush of your ass, kneading it between those sinful fingers. The room is dark, the shapes blending into each other, the lightbulb colouring the room as a monotone; violet, UV. You prefer red. You moan as his lips find yours once more, with no worry of interruption, and you grind your hips down on his cock beneath the rough fabric of his pants. He unclips his bag from his chest, not breaking the kiss, before unclasping the back of your bra, tugging the flimsy material down your arms and to the floor. You’re hungry for him, starving, and for the first time that night, you want to devour plum.
“Take this off,” fingers tug at his shirt, mumbling against his lips as you stare into his eyes, falling into the deep well, almost past the point of no return, your high slamming the back of your mind, desperate. Let it in, a voice whispers and you shiver when Shinso raises his eyebrows, following your command.
“Hm, I thought you told me to wait, kitten,” he muses, dropping his shirt on top of your discarded bra, his fingers going back to your ass before running over the bend of your hips, digging them into the fold. Your hips are making the smallest circles, rolling against his erection, feeling how he twitches beneath your folds and his zipper.
“Nuh-uh, fuck me.”
His chest is pressed against yours, nipples rubbing together, teasing, the friction almost too much to bear. Fuck, you need more. You pull him in close, fingers tangling in his hair, burning your palm but you don’t care, crashing your mouth against his to feel whole. It’s not enough.
Let me in.
The metal button is undone and you lift slightly to unzip, tugging at the fabric as he accommodates your movements, helping just enough so that his cock springs free. Your heart is in your throat, choking you with want, desire. He pulls the bottom of your thong to the side, grazing against your slick, groaning at how wet you are. You mewl, his nickname for you taking shape. Your hands rest on his shoulders, steadying your vibrating bones, the pounding in your mind almost peaking. Shinso places a steady hand on your hip, under your skirt, the other finger teasing your folds open, keeping your underwear to the side.
“Say please,” his voice is cool, detached, regarding your flushed face and wild eyes with a boredom in his own. It makes you breathless.
“Please, Shinso.”
He brings his face close to yours, lips spread ear to ear like the ones between your legs as you feel the silk of his cock tap your entrance. The blacklight distorts his features, turning them rabid, unholy, dangerous, magenta. You begin to lower, but he keeps pressure in his hands, slowing your descent painfully, torturously. You can feel your chest heave, toe curling in your boots, pussy throbbing at the stretch. You mumble a mmmmpf, from behind closed lips, pushing yourself down.
“Patience, kitten, you’ve been teasing me for a while now,” Shinso smirks, lopsided and disgustingly seductive, twitching his cock as he lets you fall another inch. You’re stir-crazy. Your fingers tap against the ultraviolet skin of his shoulders, toes furl and unfurling, lip caught between nibbling teeth and eyes rolling up, all in an attempt to stay still.
Let me in.
He let’s go and you drop. You land with a thud, feeling stretched out beyond belief, the high no longer slamming against the door but rather kicking it down. Each bang makes you tilt forward, rising your hips up slightly before forcing his tip to hit your cervix once more as you lower. You’re slow, riding him timidly, as you revel in feeling so full, heart leaping out of your throat and floating above your head. Then faster, as you feel the bass of the music vibrate through his skin, the wall behind his head shaking, and your very cells begin to rattle along with it.
“Fuck, yes, Shinso,” you’re moaning, feeling talkative as the GHB creeps into your veins, mumbling words of praise at the man beneath you. He regards you coolly, biding his time, waiting until the high takes over completely.
“Please, fuck me, Shinso, please, god, please move.” You’re begging him now. Why won’t he thrust up? You focus on his eyes, the way they drink in your bounce on his cock. Shinso ‘tsk’s’, and his hands still your movements, keeping you seated, grounded, whining. Your mouth doesn’t stop trembling, lower lip swollen from all the biting. Your ankles shake from the need to walk out, back to the souls ascending to heaven, leaving their bodies behind, leaving you at his mercy.
“Mm, kitten, you’re awfully chatty for someone that just wants to be fucked,” Shinso purrs at you, keeping one hand firmly on your hips, bruising you, marking you, hurting you blissfully. You gyrate, feeling how he swirls within you, poking the sides of your walls, so damn full. You open your mouth to respond, but you’re silenced, gagged and restrained. His fingers invade, and you suck, replacing the gnawing of your cheeks to focus on the intruder between your lips.
“There you go, that should shut you up, pretend it’s my cock,” his fingers are impossibly long, moving slower than before, when they were plunging. It’s a relief, having something to suck on, relieving pressure in your neck and ears and jaw and hair and oh, you moan. The hand on your hip slide to your ass.
Smack! 
Let me in.
It’s him. Amythest and Byzantium, lavender and lilac, fucking purple. He wants to be inside you, controlling you. You’re so empty, chest hollow with cheeks and cunt stuffed, so you suck, gyrate, pulse, all together, all at once. Impatient as ever, you feel the tip of his cock graze your most tender spot. With the hand that is not dominating your mouth, he holds your hips down with a vice. You crave him enough to defy him, ecstasy rolling through your core with his roll of your pelvis. You can’t see him, eyes staring into your mind in euphoria, at a galaxy, but he’s there, standing behind the entrance and exit, waiting.
“Do you want me that badly?" he asks. Shit, he's cornered you. He won't give you what you want unless you answer him, but the moment you do, you will be under his control. He'll only make you wait longer for the release you so desperately need. The alarm bells are ringing, don’t fall for the trap. His questions are dangerous.
You nod your head, shocked at how you can contain your words when you're so vocal, high off your mind, incoherent thoughts refraining from babbling out. Shinso smirks, releasing your hips, letting you fuck yourself on his cock, whining and moaning and writhing, hands gripping his hair, the cushions of the couch behind him, running through your own locks before looking at the ceiling and humming, tears pricking up at the corners of your eyes. You gag on his fingers as they slip in deeper. It's too much, feeling so full, so empty, needing more, so much more.
Shinso's hand releases you, tongue lolling out of your now empty mouth, searching for warmth. There’s bruises on your hip bones, the pressure like a ghost over your skin, still apparent. You whine, biting your tongue before sucking it to stay quiet, swallowing your words as you press up against his chest. You're sweating, and thirsty, for water, his sweat, his mouth, fingers, cum, anything. The sheen of your bodies reflect violet in the blacklight, and he’s glowing. You’re a moth to his purple flame.
"If you want me to touch you, all you've got to do is ask." He whispers against your ear, breath teasing your skin, teeth blinding, eyes dark.
Let him in.
“Yes,” your consent is apparent, simple, all consuming, and Shinso grins, stands, flips you like a rag doll. Your body is his to use how he wishes. You’re floating, completely euphoric, manic, body tensing and relaxing. You need more. You’re watching your body get fucked from above, soul vibrating on a higher plane of existence. He feels good, so, so good.
Drool drips down your chin, smearing against the backrest of the couch. The weave of the fabric leaves more marks against your cheek, red indents turning to magenta, sangria, wine, perfect companions to the bruises on your hips. Your body is filled with mist, clouds, swirling around as Shinso thrusts into you from behind. They leave your mouth in gusts as you moan, loudly, taking over the muffled thrum from the bass. His large palm splays against your lower back, pressing down as he angles his hips up, wrecking you.
“That’s right, kitten,” his voice is thunder, rumbling in the room, against your skin, pricking up goosebumps. “I’m the only one that can make you feel this good.”
His fingers are lightning, burning like ice as they reach around for your clit, slick with sweat, adding a delicious friction as he circles the nerves. More fog slips from between your lips as you whine, moan, mewl, plead. The fabric of the sofa cushions bite into your knees, you feel how the static creeps down your calf and into your toes, each ricochet of Shinso’s hips sending an oscillating wave of pins and needles down your leg. Your fingers grip what they can, coming to rest beneath you to try and peel your face from the backrest like velcro. 
You can see yourself convulsing around his cock, walls clenching rhythmically, winding you tighter and tighter. He’s thrusting deeper, harder. You’re going to cum, the release lying in his next thrust, and then it’s gone. Shinso pulls out, fingers flying from your clit to pinch the skin of your ass as his length comes to rest in the middle, his balls bobbing against the folds of your sex. You’re crashing, a wave collapsing in on itself as your orgasm is ruined by his touch, or lack of. Tears stream out of your eyes, shoulders shaking as you sob at his denial.
“Shinso, please, don’t stop, why’d you stop?” His cock slides against the crease of your ass, you can feel the warmth fading, cooling against your skin. You roll your hips to try and trap his length between your folds again, but he turns, slapping your throbbing pussy with four fingers, making you cry out.
“I need to hear you say it,” he commands, making you turn your head, peering over your shoulder at his sadistic smirk, fisting his cock just out of reach of your sopping cunt. You whine at the image; he’s bathed in glorious, royal purple. You’re frozen, unable to move and grab him. Your soul sucks back into your body, trapped under his gaze, nails digging into the sponge beneath. He spanks you, muscle trembling, the shock pushing you forward as you collapse with your face pressed into fabric. You can’t breathe.
“Say what?” you ask, voice muffled as you roll your forehead side to side, your need for touch insatiable, “I’ll say anything if you’ll just fuck me.” Your inner thighs tense up, trying to relieve the aching pressure in your core.
“Hmm, kitten, so desperate, aren’t you?” his cockhead is at the entrance of your slit, teasing up along it, daring you to lean back and swallow it. You moan, and then a sting blooms as his palm comes down on your tender skin. “Answer me.”
“Yes, I’m desperate, please,” you’ve let him in, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to clutch on to your high with twisted fingers, they’d have to pry it from you. Lavender invades every inhale, burning your lungs, acid taking over your senses. He bends over you, across your back, and whispers into your ear, cool breath fanning the heated flesh.
“Would you like to cum?” he asks, the tip of his cock slipping between your folds. You can feel the edge of his head, the curve, as your lips wrap around it greedily, throbbing, sucking him in as he keeps it at bay. You nod your head furiously, dragging it against the sofa, tears darkening the fabric, tasting the sweet salt on your lips.
“Well, too bad, kitten,” he says, your pussy cold as he withdraws, falling down next to you. His large palms wrap around your cheeks, thumbs wiping at the streaks beneath your eyes, like miniscule cuts beneath your skin. Your heart drops to your stomach, lips back between your teeth as you chew, metal flooding your tastebuds. “Come sit on my lap instead.”
So, you clamber onto him, eagerly lining up your entrance once more to sink down and feel full, satisfied. You’ve always hated the colour purple, but you’re addicted.
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I wanted to put this at the top, but it was getting long, but I appreciate you guys so much.
Thank you @joyousandverywarlike​ for being my light in the darkness and @hisoknen​​ for making sure I’m properly tagged. @whats-her-quirk​ for always hyping me up, i love you soul mate. @league-of-thots​ ;)
This was lowkey inspired by a thirst Zo and I did in the Harem discord after reading Snack Run by @lookslikeleese​ so go check that out!
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eddiesfaerie · 3 years
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you have not seen the last of me >:) with request is for big boy flip (sorry if this is a lot, do what you want with it!!). "a warm palm wrapped around cold fingers, a warm smile, a shared scarf, and the smell of gingerbread," from the aesthetic prompts, "you'll always have me," from misc, and then 8 and 17 from the kiss prompts.
@safarigirlsp It’s so cool your requests are open! How about these for Flip, please! No worries if you’re not feeling it though!!
A warm palm wrapped around cold fingers, a warm smile, a shared scarf, and the smell of gingerbread.
+ 50 from the kisses list
Thank you! 💗
omg both of your brains went galaxy mode on this one.... thank you so much for requesting this beautiful lil scene, it made me soft <3 and i hope you enjoy it!
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The oven has been on for quite some time now, it warms the house perfectly, as if readying itself for Flip to come back inside, preparing to embrace him in the sweet caress of home with the warm scent of ginger bread.
He’d been outside for quite awhile now, labouring over some lumber, chopping and chopping away, stocking up on firewood for the week. 
Winter’s get cold here in Colorado Springs, and the last thing Flip wants is his little girl getting cold. 
Eventually Flip does come back inside, kicking his steel toed boots off but keeping his thick flannel, clinging to any bit of warmth he can get. His face is pale, yet his nose and cheeks are endearingly flushed. From what manages to poke out of his wisps of dark hair, you can tell his sweet ears are just as red too.
 Your heart flutters.
“Hey doll.” He mumbles, wrapping his thick arms around his own torso, trying to reheat himself. His shoulders visibly relax once he enters the kitchen. The heat from the oven already decompressing his tense, overworked muscles and he sighs, settling in and standing close to where you work at the counter.
“Hi.” You giggle, icing the browned cookies with stark white icing. You’ve got it all over your hands, your arms, even your cheek too, Flip notices. 
His hands come up to the navy blue scarf he wears, tugging at it so it falls from him and goes to wrap it around your own neck, like a lasso, tugging your body back and flush against his. 
You let him hold you like that for a moment before you wiggle in his hold, turning to come and face him and he’s on you in an instant. Freezing nose bumping against your much warmer one, making you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck. 
You run your hands through his cool hair, feeling the remnants of the harsh outdoors still lingering on him. Your body extends for him, stretching tall to be able to reach his hair even with him bent down over you so comically. The shirt you wear rides up, exposing the skin of your warm belly. Flips hands immediately seek refuge against your heated flesh. 
His hands splay out against the expanse of your stomach, wrapping those massive hands around your waist, fingers brushing your back, plying the flesh and tucking his hands all up in your body heat. He groans, resting his head on your shoulder as you gasp loudly, trying to free yourself from the hold he’s got on you. 
“Flip! Oh my god, you’re fucking freezing-”
“Mmmm, but you’re so warm.” He whispers that last part. Your eyes squeeze shut as you flail in his arms, he only tightens his grip, keeping you pressed against him. But your hands reach for his and somehow you manage to pry them from you.
You feel how absolutely frigid his hands are, how dry the skin feels. Flip grumbles something from where he’s got his face tucked, burrowed away in that spot near your ear, cool lips brushing against your neck, your thrumming pulse, feeling how the hot blood courses through you. 
You try to hold both hands in your own, but Flip’s no help of course. His arms feel like dead weight in your hold and one of his hands is easily the size of both of yours combined, dare you say, even bigger.
So you drop one hand which Flip catches perfectly on its way down, winding it back against your waist, holding you close again. With your focus now on the one hand, you bring it up slowly to your lips, letting your lips ghost along the freezing, pale skin, feeling how Flip tries to nuzzle impossibly closer to you in the process.
“You poor thing…” You whisper, beginning to litter his skin in the softest pecks, lips barely moving, just pressing themselves firmly into his skin. But the more attention you give him, the more your kisses grow hungry, starved. 
You begin to leave open mouthed kisses, letting your tongue poke out to lave the fresh, cool skin which smells of pine and chopped wood, weathered so harshly, rough skin, thick calluses, splinters and all. 
You turn his hand over, shoving your entire face into the impossible wide expanse of his palm. His fingers curl and hold you there, they hold your face to his delicate palm as you trace the lifelines with your tongue. You offer him a small prayer, a sin of love with your hot mouth. 
You whisper into the now warmed skin, “You’ll always have me.”
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the-slasher-files · 3 years
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LITTLE RED
INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAVIERA LAH-MO
Happy Valentines day! (well day before lol) Since I cannot seem to get enough of this couple, it is time for a one-shot with them! Xaviera isn’t all so innocent anymore after they’ve been together for a while and Andrei gets a little treat when he comes home... hope you enjoy!🔪💕
Xaviera Lah-Mo belongs to @horrorslashergirl 
MASTERLIST
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The wolf was back on his home soil. Another three week mission done easily, seven men dead by his hands, jaws ripped off and bodies torn apart. The blood lust was gone, but another desire burned deeply in his core, he was hungry for something only one could fill. It was all he could think about. 
Walking the long gravel road, the home was a beacon to the woman he loved, a sign of hope for him, something he had never had before. Every mission was beginning to feel like a chore, but it was the only way his desires could be probably met, and he definitely wasn't going to complain about the money. However, the feeling of coming home to her just made it all that more exciting. Just waiting to tear her clothes off and feel her pulse under his fingers. Licking his canines he stalked up to the home.
Opening the door he was going to call for her but stopped, dropping his duffle bag on the floor he stood still in the doorway.
The sight was all too much to take in. Xaviera was all dressed up for him, something he didn't see much from her innocence, but the wolf must have been corrupting her. She looked like a straight up sinner.
Dressed in a red lacy bra that framed her chest to perfection, matching lacy panties, with red stockings with little bows at the top of her thighs, long white hair curled and to top it off Xaviera dawned a long red hooded cape that was covering her face as she looked down to the floor where she was already on her knees.
Icy blue eyes went sharp and predatory as he took in the scene, the wolf howling and nipping to tear out of his chest to devour her. The wolf kicked the door behind him closed and took off his vest, tossing it to the floor. He stalked forward with a tingle up his spine.
Towering over her tiny body, the wolf stood in front of her. He waited. He watched her every movement as his cock twitched in his cargo pants.
The prey looked up at him with her ice blue doe eyes through her thick lashes. She was wearing makeup and red lipstick, an extremely rare sight for his wild baby girl. It was something he would never ask of her but the rareness of it made him want rip her apart just to hear her screams.
"What big eyes you have Mr. Wolf..." she spoke slowly, challenging him with her sharp gaze.
"What big legs you have..." Raising her hands from her sides to his muscular legs, from the top of his black combat boots to the top of his thighs she massaged him, teasingly. The little kitten was growing bolder by the day with him. He waited. His core burning.
"What big claws you have Mr. Wolf..." The prey interlocked her small fingers with his and pulled one of his hands close to her red lips moving her hand to his large wrist and bringing 2 of the wolf's fingers into her warm mouth. Hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked, moving her head forward and her tongue lapped around his deadly fingers. The wolf growled and bared his teeth. His patience wearing thin already as his erection ached.
Pulling his fingers away with a wet pop she continued "What big teeth you have.." She smiled with that cute little blush creeping up her skin, knowing he was more than ready to pounce.
The wolf roughly pulled her up and pushed her to the nearest wall, as he snarled. "What big arms you have." She teased again with a devilish smile as she felt his flexed biceps that where larger than her head. Crashing his lips on hers he wanted to devour her where she stood. The wolf's tongue exploring her mouth as if it were new to him, he growled lowly at the taste he craved so desperately. She tasted like home, and her small mewls were music to his ears as he grinding against her.
Pulling away he left her breathless and leaned close to her ear "Something else is big too, little red." The wolf’s eyes flashed with a wicked intent, swiftly pulled her legs around his waist. 
Dragging his teeth at the soft flesh of her sensitive neck, she threw her head back for him, giving him freedom to do what he pleased. The wolf’s tongue skillfully traced her bite scar, the one he had left on her. Xaviera moaned as he bit and sucked, replacing the faded bruises with new ones while she ran her fingers through his faux hawk. 
“Three weeks was too fucking long.” He breathed against her neck, almost breathless just from holding her. Pulling away the wolf kissed her beautiful soft lips and laid her small body on the table ignoring the bottle of Vodka and cake she had got for him, grinding his throbbing clothed erection against her heat. “I can feel you already soaking for me baby.” He rasped against her lips.
The wolf moved down her soft skin with rough lips and canines occasionally scratching the delicate skin like his knives, pulling every mewl out of that beautiful throat. 
From her neck to her collar bones he remarked her like an art, the prey rolled hips against his as she moaned “Wolfy... Please.” The kittens claws digging into his neck. The wolf smirked against her lace covered nipple and moved his one hand down to her clothed wet pussy.
“This what you want myshka?” Two thick fingers rubbed her slit and teased when he pushed inside her tight hole as much as the tight lace would allow. The prey arched her back slightly and mewled, making him growl in appreciation and tease her nipple over the lace. “You’re so perfect... such a good cock tease.”  
Unhooking her legs from his waist the wolf moved down to have his snarling face directly in front of her heat, kissing softly on the lace, she whined “Andrei.”
Pulling out his large knife from military vest, watching her icy eyes widen at the sight of his beloved blade that got great use over the last three weeks. The wolf could practically still see the blood dripping from it and melting in the snow. He moved his claws to slice easily through the fabric. Looking up at Xaviera she rested on her elbows watching the master at work as her beautiful blush crept up her neck. After all this time and she was always a blushing fool only for him.
The kitten was fully exposed to the jaws of the wolf as he smirked mere inches away from her most intimate area. Blowing cool air on her wet cunt she squeaked. The prey’s small hands went to tug on his light brown hair again to pull him closer, an action that would most likely be denied on any other day, but tonight he just needed to taste her. 
“So needy for me aren’t you?” He gave a long lick up and down her folds “Did you miss your big..” His tongue flicked her clit “..Bad” He slide a finger insider her “..Wolf?” with the last word he nipped her clit and curled his finger inside her making her moan for him. 
Xaviera’s tight walls begged him for more as he as he added another finger, moving them and in and out slowly. The wolf began to eat her out like he was starved, feverously licking and spreading her open just for him as she moaned and cried. “’Drei.. Andrei I-I’m close.” she mewled, her thighs closing in around his head as she began to tremble. 
“Come on baby. Cum for me...” He growled against her folds making her shudder, he added a third finger to her wet heat and his other hand held her flat against the table so he could devour her more. Curling his thick fingers inside her, her walls began to clamp down strongly. “The wolf wants a taste of little red.” Sucking on her clit he hummed shooting deadly vibrations through her as she came for him. 
“Mmmm... Andrei Ah.. yesss.” She moaned, throwing her head back against the table and her nails dug into his scalp. The wolf's tongue slowed and he removed his fingers, towering above her, he almost went to lick his fingers when he got an idea. Something he had not done in along time. He reached for the chilled bottle of Vodka Xaviera had bought and cracked it open with one skilled hand, letting the cap fly off to the floor. The wolf sucked his fingers, not swallowing her taste and drank a large gulp from the bottle. A dangerous flavor cocktail that made the wolf want to utterly lose it.
"Fuck you taste good." He smirked and leaned in for a sloppy kiss letting her savor the mixed flavors as he put the bottle back down. Pulling away she blushed at him and was breathless. He hauled her off the table grabbing both bare asscheeks and pushing her flush against his front and leaning down for a longer kiss as he tried to move to the bedroom, but hands, tongues and teeth were making it hard to concentrate on getting to one location.
Stumbling into the hallway the prey grabbed his jacket pushing him against the wall, taking off his jacket and lifting his shirt up she kissed his neck and chest, leaving little red lipstick marks behind.
Xaviera’s small hands worked on his belt and he grabbed her chin roughly making her look up with icy doe eyes. "I missed you, wolfy."
His large thumb brushed against her red painted lips smearing on the top of her chin. "You're so beautiful, Xaviera." The wolf whispered and she opened her lips to slowly suck his thumb, pulling a low growl from him.
She undid is his belt and pants, freeing his hard cock from he coffin of his pants, pumping it a few time he leaned his head back against the wall. God, he missed her. Removing his thumb from her sweet mouth she got on her knees for him once more. Moving closer she kitten licks his sensitive head that was oozing precum, his breath hitched as he looked down. What a beautiful sight. One to be grateful for.
"Don't tease the big bad wolf, red." He bared his sharp teeth and she began to take his length in her hot mouth. "Xavi.. fuck" pumping her hand at the base of his shaft she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling as she sucked. "Being so fucking good for me." The wolf began to thrust into her mouth as tears flowed from her eyes leaving mascara streaks and her red lipstick was being left behind on his hard cock as she worked her mouth.
The scene made his cock twitch and he roughly pulled her up into his arms, the preys legs instinctively hooking behind him again. "You want my hard cock baby? Huh?... Want me to split you open again?" He question in her ear, forcing her back to the wall.
She grinded against his length and whined "Y-Yes Andrei.. pleaseee... I need you inside me." With her words the wolf grinned and bit down on her neck, moving his hips and thrusting inside her sloppy cunt. Xaviera gasped and clawed his broad shoulders
"God you're so tight... tight just for me." Open mouth kissing her sensitive neck she mewled and tilted her hips letting him push in further. "Such a tiny little pussy." He whispered, moving both arms to fully support her as the wolf rolled his hips, skin rubbing her sensitive clit he did it again to just hear her moans.
Pulling away to look her in the eyes, he could get lost in them forever. "I love you Andrei... I missed you." She whispered through smeared painted lips as he just held himself inside her. Slowly he kissed her, not in a fight to devour her but just enjoying her again. This was home, and he never wanted to leave.
While kissing her the wolf stalked upstairs and to the bedroom, kicking the door open and laying her on their bed. He slowly began to move inside her and she moaned into the kiss. Pulling away he bit her soft lips drawing the sweet taste of her blood. A blood he missed so much.
Thrusting his cock inside her his ice blue eyes that were almost black with lust just took in her perfect body that was taking his length so well. Lifting his leg the wolf reached in his boot, pulling out his smaller knife and stomping his boot back down.
He slowed his pace to a deadly crawl and ran the cold blade over her delicate pale skin. The prey tried to move her hips against his seeking the friction she needed but it just made him slow more with a sinister smirk on his face.
"Baby.. pleaseee.. don't do this to me." The prey cried on frustration. His one inked hand moved to stroke her long white hair.
"Shhhh... myshka shhh." He cooed, running the knife along her red lacy bra, tracing the delicate pattern, but the wolf was growing starved and he sliced through the middle between the cups.
"Drei.. I just bought that." Xaviera whined and tried to still move her hips making him smile.
"You should know better than to play with the big bad wolf without expecting his claws." He trusted harshly into her making her arch her back and he latched onto her rosy nipple. Sucking and lapping up the bud and moving to the other one, replacing his mouth with the metal knife, the prey moaned at the temperature differences and he picked up his pace.
Each thrust hitting every spot she desired so much. "What a good little slut for me... just taking me all." The sound of skin hitting skin, moans and his dirty words filled the room. It was pushing the wolf over the edge and he tossed the knife to the floor with her cut up bra and removing her hooded cape.
Both of his strong deadly hands gripped her hips with a bruising force, impaling her over and over again. His big cock hitting her cervix deliciously with each powerful thrust. He was close and so was she.
“A-Andrei... I-I’m gonna cum..” He smirked moving one of his hands down to her dripping folds, taking 2 thick fingers and slowly putting them inside her against his cock that was pistioning inside her.
A desperate whimper left her smeared red lips and his dick twitched inside her tight pussy. “I need you Xaviera... I’m just going to breed you... Fill up your cunt and own you.” His other hand grabbing her chin to make those icy blue half lidded eyes look at him “Cum for me.” The wolf growled. 
“Yes Andrei... fill m-me” The prey closed her eyes and bit her lip with a loud mewl, her walls clamping down on his cock and fingers that now went to her clit intensifying her orgasm even more. “Andrei!” 
“Good girl... fuck.. good... girl” His thrust became sloppy and he hilted inside her balls deep, filling her up with everything he had, everything that had been pent up for weeks. The wolf growled lowly as her walls clamped down in waves, milking him. Leaning down to Xaviera, moving his forearms to each side of her head, he panted in her face placing soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “Missed you myshka.” 
A small moan left her lips “Missed you too.” Andrei just took a few moments just to stare at the beautiful face he had left behind for those dreadful weeks. Kissing her stained lips he grinded in her again and moaned into the kiss.
Rolling onto the bed he laid beside his kitten, leaving himself inside her, Andrei just held her close. Looking down at her recovering frame she looked up at him. “You’re so beautiful... y’know you never have to get dolled up for me” he smirked “..Even though it’s a wonderful treat.” 
Her eyes widened and she ran her hand up and down the large scar on his chest. “It’s Valentine’s day. I wanted to make it special since it’s my first one with someone... Your country is very interesting” she dragged.
Andrei raised his brows and smiled, he completely forgot about the holiday and when he remembered it in the past, he would just go pick up a desperate chick in a crappy bar. He guessed this one was special for him too, just being with his soulmate, but he laughed at the part about his country being different. Yeah it wasn’t for everyone that was for sure.
“What did you get up to when I was gone?” He asked still laughing.
Xaviera spoke “I-I needed some woman stuff, so I went to town and these ladies were talking about how to please their Russian ‘husbands’ and what they expected... Hair, perfect makeup, gifts and how they love good cooking or baking. So I thought you might enjoy it too.” she confessed. The word ‘husband’ made him tense slightly but not in a bad way.
He just shook his head wiping her lipstick off with his thumb “Never listen to those bitches... You are perfect the way you are Xaviera.” He stroked her white long hair “Also I’m not a normal Russian.” he huffed a laugh, thinking about how his country basically disowned him because he betrayed his brothers in the fight. 
Her small hand cupped his strong jaw “S-sorry... I-I just didn’t want to be disrespectful.. I mean... I am kind of a guest in your country and I didn’t want to be rude.” 
Quickly something sparked in the wolf, and he rolled her over and pinned her against the mattress “This might be my country but this is my land... You could never disrespect me and you’re not my guest...” He leaned down close to her ear and growled “You are my girlfriend.” 
Xaviera blushed and nodded looking into his blue eyes with her own, something flashed in them as she spoke “Yes D-daddy.” 
Andrei’s eyes went sharp at her words and smirked, licking his canines but she quickly slipped from under him “Why doesn’t the big bad wolf come chase his little red.” She playfully teased, about to make a break for it but he was faster, grabbing her wrist and throwing her back on the bed, his large hands pinning her wrists together as he straddled her with his powerful thighs. 
“The wolf is taking what is his, and he isn’t in the mood to chase.” He snarled mere inches from her lips.
She pouted her lips out “You are no fun... I wanted to play.” Xaviera smiled devilishly, challenging the beast above her. Andrei and the wolf just couldn’t get enough of her playful, innocent yet down right sinful ways. He loved her and will forever. This was going to a long few days back home.   
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elsanna-shenanigans · 3 years
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August Contest Submission #9: Forget-Me-Not
Words: ca. 4,000 Setting: Cannon AU shortly after Frozen II (Anna and Kristoff are just friends :P) Lemon: No CW: None
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The soft autumn breeze gently brushed against her skin with the delicacy of the finest silk krones could buy. A sudden shiver from the cool air brought a delightful tingle up Anna’s spine and she found herself tightening her grip against her sister’s hand. 
The recently-named Queen of Arendelle glanced towards her side, captivated at the sight of her older sister’s flowing blonde hair and glittering white dress. The fabric behaved in a manner perfectly fitting for the fifth spirit; flowing through the air as if Elsa truly had no definite form to be categorized by other than her shimmering beauty. 
“Need something?” Anna watched the words slip past her sister’s lip while quirking her eyebrow upwards. 
The blood couldn’t rush faster to Anna’s freckled cheeks. She nearly jumped at being caught admiring the only person within miles of the two. Her light blue eyes darted ahead. 
“J-just wondering if you know where you’re going?” She coughed and tried to recover some of her embarrassment.
The excuse seemed appropriate. It had only been a few weeks since the Enchanted Forest had been revealed to the rest of the world. Even if Elsa had been living with the Northuldra for a period of time, it was still a vast, mysterious new environment. It wasn’t exactly clear if Elsa knew how to give a proper tour of the area.
“Hm, are you worried that I’ll lead us down the wrong path your majesty?” Elsa smirked in jest. 
It was practically involuntary for Anna to respond with rolled eyes. Elsa took to calling her “Majesty” quite quickly it seemed.
“Gale?” Elsa asked aloud. 
In that moment Anna felt a gentle push from behind and a flurry of autumn leaves slipping through her hair as they directed the two women forward. Of course the spirits of these magical woods would come at her sister’s beck and call. The former Queen beside her…being the fifth spirit of this world. The mere idea was still so ethereal. 
“So you don’t know where you’re going. You need Gale to lead the way?” She bit her lip to keep the laughter inside. 
“Oh hush. We’re practically here anyway.” 
True to her words, Anna’s eyes widened as the trees of the forest became more sparse with each step. Streaks of sunlight took advantage of the increasing gaps in the leaves, lighting the dirt path ahead. If Anna squinted her eyes she could barely make out the clearing up ahead. 
Unable to contain the energy building in her legs and chest, Anna let go of Elsa’s hand to rush ahead. Her long, auburn hair bounced behind her as she raced towards their destination. A splattering of bright colors grew more vibrant as she neared the meadow up ahead. As her eyes adjusted to the color, her focus became sharp and defined. 
Sunflowers, chrysanthemums, daisies. Anna counted all the distinct flowers that came into view and found herself in the center of it all. She spun, letting her dress twirl along with the flowers as Gale merrily danced around her. The fragrance of the meadow weaved through the air and melted the stress of their journey from her muscles. 
Anna turned, a brilliant smile on her face as she glanced back towards Elsa. The shadows of the trees slipped away from the blonde as she entered the clearing. 
“Elsa, it’s beautiful!”
A reserved, yet meaningful smile spread across Elsa’s lips, “A worthy spot for the Queen’s retreat?”
“Well, just about anywhere with you is a worthy place to be.” Anna smiled while reaching out with her hands and grasping Elsa’s. “But this place is amazing!” 
Elsa’s pale cheeks suddenly turned bright red and her eyesight drifted downwards. Anna struggled hard to keep her laughter inside at the sight of her flustered companion. However, she was in too high of spirits to attempt to tease. 
With a lethargic sigh, Anna released Elsa from her grip and tilted her heels to send herself backwards onto the soft grass beneath. A short grunt escaped her lips as her back hit the ground but a great sigh of contentment followed as her body sprawled outwards. 
With closed eyes, her thoughts drifted to the blissful feeling of being away from Arendelle. Of course, she loved her homeland with all her heart and even took an oath to protect Arendelle just as the ruler’s before her. Yes, Arendelle was her home, but so was Elsa and those two things weren’t exactly mutually exclusive anymore.
The sound of Elsa crawling beside her form and laying by her side, caused Anna’s eyes to slightly open. Elsa’s elbow supported her chin as she positioned her body sideways. It was nearly impossible for Anna to avoid traveling down her sister’s outline, reveling in the delicate curves of her bosom, waist and hips. 
“I’m glad you like it.” Elsa’s whispered words pleasantly tickled her ears. 
“Mmmm.” Anna hummed in approval. “Are we camping here tonight?” 
Her sister nodded. “I told Honeymarron and Ryder to meet us here with supplies later tonight.”
“Good…That’s good.” Anna mumbled. 
She could feel herself growing increasingly tired with each passing second. But that wouldn’t do. This was her time with Elsa. A luxury that very few had, and something even more precious to her than the entirety of the royal reserves. 
She reached her hand to pluck a little flower within reach. A tiny stem rolled in her fingers and her eyes scanned the light blue petals with a bit of confusion. Her brow twisted as she noted the distinct yellow center. 
“Forget-me-not?” 
“Hm?” Elsa questioned beside her. 
“This is a forget-me-not. They aren’t supposed to be around in late November.” Anna spun the flower within her digits, “I wonder why it’s still here.”
Elsa shrugged beside her, “I wouldn’t know. It is the Enchanted Forest so maybe it can flourish here regardless of the season.” 
“True…” 
Suddenly, a thought sparked through Anna’s head and she twisted her body to face her sister. The space between them shrunk and Anna found her nose mere inches from Elsa’s. The slightest hesitancy flashed through Anna’s mind before disregarding the feeling. They were truly alone in this clearing. 
Blue eyes glanced towards the lips before her, and when she glanced towards Elsa’s deep blue iris’ she could see a similar line of sight reflected. 
“You know, “ Anna started in a whisper while bringing the flower in her hand closer to Elsa. “Forget-me-nots have plenty of meanings. One being a promise to not forget someone.” 
“You don’t say.” Elsa giggled and Anna joined in before slipping the stem through blonde lockes, just above her sister’s ear. The blue petal perfectly matched her eyes.
“But it can also represent a connection that endures all challenges and measure of time.” 
“I like that one.” The words passed through lips in a sound so faint, Anna found herself straining to hear them. 
The air around them shifted. The lively forest surrounding the two women faded into the background and all Anna could feel was the pulse racing through her veins, pushing her towards something beautiful.
“And they represent true and beautiful memories.” 
Anna noticed Elsa give the slightest frown at her words but couldn’t help her eyelids fluttering shut in the moment. She reached out to place her palm along Elsa’s waist. They were alone, Anna reminded herself with her thoughts. They were safe. 
Anna leaned her head towards Elsa, finding their foreheads connecting in a moment of bliss and with the slightest tilt of her chin, Anna seeked out the lips she desperately wanted against her own. 
A jolt from Elsa had the younger sister’s eyes opening abruptly. She watched Elsa roll her body up into a sitting position, her eyes staring forward, but entirely unfocused. Anna mimicked the blonde’s position and sat upright beside her. 
“Is something wrong?” Anna asked hesitantly while watching Elsa pull the flower from her hair and stare at the petals. 
It seemed as if Elsa was in a deep trance, far off in thought. With an outreached arm, she placed her palm on her sister’s far shoulder.
“Elsa?” 
“I-” Her ears perked at the sound her voice was shaking with a peculiar emotion…Not exactly fear, but something similar. Apprehension? 
“Did I do something wrong?” Anna asked carefully. 
They had spent plenty of time together. Plenty of nights together. Not once had she seen Elsa react so…peculiarly. Did her breath stink?
When Elsa’s eyes refocused she turned her head and took a moment to process Anna’s question before leaning into her younger sister. 
“Anna, you could never do anything wrong. Forgive me. I just…I want to- No I need to take you somewhere.I know this is sudden and unplanned but-”
“Where?” 
“It’s um…” Elsa bit her lip before speaking, “…Ahtohallan.” 
Anna’s eyes widened at the name. The mythical location that her sister had crossed a literal sea of danger to find. She wanted to take her there? 
Fear was the first emotion that Anna felt rising in her chest, followed by confusion and hesitancy. This was all so sudden. Their plans were to camp in the enchanted forest for a few days as a much needed retreat not…No. That didn’t matter, Anna decided. She trusted Elsa and if this was something her sister wanted. She would oblige no matter what. 
“Okay.” She nodded. 
“Okay?”
Elsa’s eyes observed her face, scanning for what Anna presumed was objection but she was sure her features had been set in nothing but honest determination and trust. 
A pleasant rest in a vibrant meadow turned into a whirling adventure. She watched in silent fascination as Elsa called Nokk, the water spirit, from a nearby pond and with a touch of her magic, the horse became shrouded in a gem-like exterior of ice. 
While her sister didn’t seem as concerned as she had before, there was an unmistakable tightness that Anna could spot in her stance and poise. When Elsa mounted the spirit she reached her arm outwards towards her younger sister. Anna took the hand confidently and the two were suddenly racing towards what Anna could only presume as the shore. 
The rush of wind through her hair would have been a wonderful sensation if not for the strange circumstance of the quest. What had gotten into her sister? Elsa certainly wasn’t the spontaneous type, especially not like herself, and yet it seemed that this journey called to her in a way that was unavoidable. 
Anna wrapped her arms under her sister’s arms and took hold around her slender waist. With a tightened embrace, she hoped to ease some of Elsa’s worry that seemed to ooze off her form like a faint fog. Feeling the coolness of the fifth spirit’s garb was soothing in it’s own right as well. 
The sun was starting to lower along the horizon and Anna peeked from behind Elsa to see the dazzling sea they were racing towards. The Nokk galloped, unfaltering when the transition from land to ocean began. Anna fixed her eyes below, watching and hearing the hooves of the spirit slam into the surface of the water below, only to turn the shifting liquid into ice on impact. 
“Is Attohallen far?” She shouted over the sound of rushing wind. The dimming sunlight was only a slight concern in her mind. 
“Not as far as you’d think.” Elsa spoke in a manner akin to light hearted laughter. 
Anna smiled, knowing that the feeling of riding the Nokk was the freeing sensation that Elsa craved. It was unmistakable to think her sister wasn’t enjoying journey towards this magical glacier she had only been told about while Elsa had recounted her own perilous adventure a few weeks ago. It made her happy that her sister’s previous concern and anxiety was losing its hold on the woman once more.
Anna closed her eyes and tightened her hold. She cherished the feeling of Elsa in her arms, leaping forth into an unknown adventure. It reminded her of the earlier days in their childhood, when Elsa was far more mischievous, and far less reserved. 
Time passed, how quickly, Anna could not say. She merely focused on the clattering sound of Nokk’s steps against the ice below. The next time Anna opened her cerulean eyes, she could see the golden hue of the sunset lowering behind an icy mountain ahead. The sea around the two women was completely covered in pure ice. 
“Ahtohallan.” Anna whispered as she guessed their destination was ahead. She leaned to the side to catch the determined look of her sister staring straight ahead.
Shortly after noticing the glacier, Anna realized they were much closer than she thought. Solid ice became packed, dense snow and the Nokk’s movement slowed to a trot. 
“Not much further.” Elsa assured and Anna nodded against her back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you out here all of a sudden.” 
“What’s so important here?”
Elsa turned to look her in the eyes, the confident smirk on her pale visage did plenty to ease Anna’s hidden concern. 
“It’s something you have to see for yourself.” 
“That something doesn’t…bite….right?”
The beautiful chime of Elsa’s laughter sent a giddy pressure into Anna’s chest. 
“No, you’ll be safe. I promise.” 
The rush of emotions that rose within herself had Anna blushing profusely. The confidence and grace that her sister spoke those words with were almost too much to handle. She definitely liked this side of Elsa. 
Soon, Nokk arrived at a triangular entrance of crystal clear sculpted ice and Anna slid off the spirit and watched it return to the sea after bowing to the women. 
“Okay.” She clapped her hands and rubbed them together. “What do you want to show me?” 
Elsa smirked before grasping one of her hands and leading her into the cavern. It was dark, surprisingly so. Anna squinted in an attempt to see anything in front of herself but found it incredibly frustrating. That is, until she could barely make out Elsa placing her palm against the icy wall. 
Lights nearly blinded Anna as the cavern lit up in a glittering beauty that resembled the stars. Anna could feel her jaw go slack, watching all the pretty lights dazzle around her. 
“C’mon.” Elsa tugged forward and Anna found herself following down a tighter section of the cavern. 
The entirety of the cavern felt like a maze, paths splintering off in nearly every direction and yet Elsa stayed true in her steps. The lively lights embedded in the walls rushed ahead, and lit the path, as if they were guiding them to where they wanted to be. 
“W-Woah hang on a second-.” Anna exclaimed as the floor beneath her boots gradually became stepper and stepper. The frictionless ice sliding her into an uncontrollable momentum. 
Her eyes focused on Elsa, watching her knees bend and lean into the slope and Anna shakily copied the movements. The speed of their descent into the unknown cavern had her stomach dropping and a wild energy pulsing through her. 
The smile that spread across freckled cheeks was involuntary. 
When they neared a ramp that would surely send them flying into the depths of a larger space ahead, Anna didn’t close her eyes or scream in fear. No. Her hand tightened within Elsa’s grip and they flew into the air together, laughing as if it were a wonderful memory from their childhood. 
The slightest flick of Elsa’s unoccupied wrist had beams of ice rising from the dark depths below to give them footing. Watching her sister’s magic come so naturally, so gracefully, had Anna feeling just how proud she was to be with Elsa. How far had they both come?
The transition from the air back towards the cool, slippery surface was met with little resistance and eventually the slope they traversed leveled out and their speed eased until they were no longer bound by the steepness of the ice. Watching ahead, Anna followed her sister into the next room. 
Blue eyes widened at the sight of crystal clear pillars in the room. It was almost as if the very structure of this place was a throne room, brilliant and beautiful in every sense. 
“We’re here.” Elsa spoke, her words echoing through the hall. 
At the sound of her sister’s voice, the lights that followed them here split into individual colors. The colors swam through the ice below, passing under her feet and towards a darkened room ahead. 
“Are those…?” Anna asked, unable to voice her full thoughts as she was mesmerized by the lights.
“The other spirits.” Elsa confirmed while nodding her head, “Yes.”
“Amazing.” She breathed. 
It took a few steps before Anna found herself side by side with Elsa, facing a room that seemed to contain the deepest, unknown black she’d ever seen. A magical presence seemed to waft through the air, leaking from the space before her. This place was special, she could feel it in her bones. 
“Anna.” Her head turned towards the voice of her sister, “I…”
She watched Elsa’s lips open and shut, her brow wrinkled in all the ways that would indicate frustration. She could tell the blonde was trying to think of the words she could use to explain what lies ahead, although Anna was already sure it was the type of mythical magic that was near impossible to truly explain through mere words. 
“It’s okay Elsa,” Anna spoke while reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder, “Show me.” 
An affirmative nod followed by interweaved hands had the two sisters stepping into the darkness. At first, Anna relied on Elsa and her senses to lead the way, but everything changed once she saw the spirits. 
Crystals of colored light, last seen in Arendelle’s darkest moments, were free and floating in this  vast space. She watched in fascination as the colors swirled through the air, a flurry of blue’s formed a single autumn leaf and Anna then realized what she was witnessing. 
“Hi Gale.” She giggled, still enthralled by the sight of the spirit which had no form. 
A swirl of pink crystals came rushing towards them, whirling around Elsa in the shape of the fire-breathing salamander that Anna had come to adore. The flashes of varying brightness had perfectly reminded Anna of the fiery spirit they met on their travels. On her left, with the beauty and grace she had always felt from the creature, Nokk was trotting alongside them. Lastly, On Elsa’s side, Anna watched as the crystals formed the gigantic outline of the giants she’d nearly been crushed by. A hesitant wave of her hand was all she knew how to give, but the frim nod from the giant filled Anna’s chest with comfort. 
These were not the rage-filled, uncontrollable spirits they’d initially found in their journey into the Enchanted Forest. No, they were legendary creatures of myths but capable of emotions similar to her own kind. Blue eyes trailed to her sister, enjoying the way the gems of her dress glowed in the presence of the spirits. She truly was the fifth spirit.
They stopped in the center of the room. The four spirits delving below to shape large, magnificent crystals that Elsa could control. Pale arms lifted upwards. Anna’s jaw was surely hanging as she watched, yet Elsa took one last glance towards her. 
“In that meadow, you said forget-me-nots resembled true and beautiful memories.” Anna found herself merely nodding, unsure of what Elsa was planning, “I want to show you everything Anna.”
“What do you m-” Anna started only to watch Elsa thrust the crystals towards the ceiling in blinding light. 
The crystals collided overhead and the dark room that surrounded them was transformed into a dome of ice. In that moment, as the world around her brightened with what seemed to be fractured mirrors, Anna’s eyes grew large and her lips parted. 
Taste, touch, sound, smells, even her sight seemed inadequate to truly describe the feeling within herself. Memories. She realized with astonishment. Her memories flooded the walls, playing as if she was watching them within her mind, yet the clarity was unfathomably real. 
“Elsa…” Anna breathed, unable to form words. 
“Do you want to build a snowman?” 
Wide blue eyes flashed towards the sound of her own voice, watching a memory of their childhood. What was once a memory of a traditional Arendelle winter shifted across the ice to reveal a younger version of Elsa swirling her magical power into what appeared to be an earlier version of Olaf. 
“Weeeeeee!” 
Anna turned once more to see her younger self squealing as rode a sled through the thick of the Arendelle woods. Elsa, pushing her from behind. The image faded and revealed something similar, only the trees in the background morphed into the walls of the castle and the sled was nowhere to be found. 
“My memories…” Anna choked, feeling a sudden ache catch in her throat. 
All around her, this magical place revealed the memories of her childhood that had been altered. Ice skating in a pond turned into skating within the castle walls. Snowball fights in the summer garden. Everything was revealing itself to her.
The sting of tears pricked at the corner of her eyes yet she knew them to be tears of happiness. With each streak that slid down her cheeks, a piece of herself had been returned. These were more than simple memories being displayed before her, she could feel them unlocking themselves within. 
“Catch me! Catch me!” 
Anna turned once more towards the sound of her younger voice. She saw her younger self leaping from snowy hilltop to snowy hilltop, all being formed mere moments before she leapt. Elsa’s hand tightened around her own and she glanced towards her sister. 
The tears that glittered on pale cheeks had Anna squeezing back with the deepest amount of unconditional love she could offer. Her eyes returned to the memory above. 
“Wait Anna. Slow down!” 
“Woohoo!” 
She could see the younger version of Elsa struggling to keep up with her speed. The distance between each leap was getting farther and the structures her sister created were larger. A momentary slip of balance sent Elsa backwards and Anna watched herself leap into the air without a cushion below. 
A single blast of magic to her head was all it took to send the young girl into the snowy bank below. 
“A-anna!….Mama! Papa!” 
The Queen of Arendelle watched as the young Elsa struggled to hold her unresponsive self in her arms, curling around her as the magical ice began to splinter and spread into something much more coarse. 
“Elsa what have you done?”
“She’s ice cold…” 
“I recommend we remove all magic. Even memories of magic…to be safe.” 
Anna watched as the true events of the past became clear. The ache of confusion and the unknown that had always remained in her heart suddenly faded. Everything was clear now. 
“Elsa-” Anna turned, expecting to comfort her older sister, however she found something entirely different. 
Elsa was smiling and the tears and sadness Anna thought she understood was replaced by relief. Elsa reached out to take her arms in her hands and their foreheads connected in a loving touch. 
“You don’t have to worry Anna. I don’t blame myself anymore. I just wanted you to know everything.” 
“Elsa…” Anna pulled her sister closer, so that nearly every inch of their bodies were pressed together. “Thank you.” 
She leaned forward and pressed her lips into Elsa’s. The gentle connection was met with the brilliant lights of the spirits surrounding them. Anna peeked a single eye open to watch as the fractured memories of Ahtohallan spun into a single memory of their kiss. 
When the two women parted they watched as the events they’d experienced were now being played above. 
“Now we’re caught up.” Anna giggled. 
“There’s one last thing I wanted to show you.” 
"Hm?” Anna lifted her brow while Elsa took a step back. 
“When we were younger. My magic wasn’t like it is now.” Elsa frowned as she recounted the memories of her own struggles to tame the energy inside herself, “I could make ice and snow…but there was no true beauty in it. Just clumps of magical power and being afraid of that power only made it worse.” 
Anna watched as Elsa placed her palm out. Particles of light began forming within her hand and watched as a single flower, small but intricate in all the ways that would define a master artisan. 
“But it’s thanks to you that I’m able to practice my magic once again without fear.”
Anna nodded her head in reply, knowing that their love had truly unchained them both from the shackles they carried in the past. 
“So…” Elsa smiled while outstretching the flower in her fingers.
“Forget-me-not?”
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blazinbeautywrites · 3 years
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Summary: Boxer Zabdiel cuz why the fuck not!
A/N: First of all I’m tagging @flamediel​ cuz this shit wasn’t on my radar until it was brought up. This YOUR fault lmfao. Definitely didn’t intend for it to be this long lmfao. Anyways my laptop was being a bitch so I couldn’t post this but it’s here now.
Length: 1,926 words
Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff
April was scared. Here she was in the front row watching Zabdiel fight against a man who was at least 100 pounds heavier than him. She told him he was stupid for going up against this guy but he didn’t care. His fearlessness was one of the many things she loved most about him. They’d been best friends for years, though she’d always wanted more. She never pursued him for fear of rejection so she settled for a friendship. She felt someone sit down next to her and she turned to see RIchard snacking on nachos.
“How can you eat right now?” April asked.
“I’m starving! And this shit is entertaining, how can I not eat?” Richard responded.
“I feel like I’m gonna throw up. God I hope he doesn’t get too banged up.” April said. Richard notices that April is breathing heavy and realizes how worried she looks.
“Ay. Zabdiel is a lot tougher than you give him credit for. He’ll be okay. Plus he’s a fucking giant. If he lets this guy beat his ass, imma clown him for life.” Richard laughed. He nudged April’s shoulder, cheering her up a bit as they watched round after round of the fight. 
Zabdiel barely had a scratch and was very light on his feet. April took notice of how winded his opponent was when all of a sudden he lunged at Zabdiel, landing a hard blow to his rib cage. Zabdiel’s screams pierced through the tense air of the boxing venue. April, Richard, and Zabdiel’s trainer ran to his side. He was rolling around on the floor clutching his side but then out of nowhere he got up on his feet, walked up to his opponent and punched him dead in the face. He fell to the floor holding his nose and fainted at the sight of his own blood. Zabdiel was quickly declared the winner as his opponent was out cold on the floor. Both April and Richard looked on in bewilderment at what just happened. Zabdiel quickly left the ring and made his way back to the locker rooms.
“Zab? Zab? ZABDIEL! April called after him. She caught up to him as he started to examine his body. He took note of the giant bruise that was forming on his side.
“FUCK! What asshole takes a cheap ass shot like that?” He yelled.
“Zab calm down, it’s over. You won.” April attempted to reassure him.
“I didn’t win shit. I took a cheap shot just like he did. Had his dumb ass not been fucking squeamish, he wouldn’t have passed out. I won on a damn technicality.” Zabdiel spoke.
“Who the fuck cares? A win is a damn win.” April said. She took one of the many portable ice packs that the gym had and put it up against his rib cage. Zabdiel hissed in pain and yanked her hand away from him.
“What’s the matter with you? I’m just trying to help you. Your being a fucking asshole.” April yelled. Hearing the yelling, Richard ran in and saw them facing off.
“Yo what’s goi-” he was cut off by Zabdiel’s chuckling.
“Are you fucking kidding me? I basically got my ass beat out there and you’re yelling at me? I know you’re like, in love with me or some shit, but this is just pathetic. So thanks, but no thanks. I don’t want, nor do I need your help.” He said. April was completely caught off guard by that. In love? How the hell did he know she had feelings for him and WHY did he throw it in her face like that? Grabbing her purse she threw the ice pack at him then made her way towards the door.
“Fuck you Zabdiel!” April spewed.
“You fucking wish.” He replied. Yep that stung. April’s tears came flooding out and she ran out the door.
“Bruh that was so fucked up and you know it. That girl is one of the few ppl who loves and cares for you and THAT’S how you treat her?” Richard scolded.
“She’ll get over it. She always does.” Zabdiel said.
“You just shit on her bro. I doubt she’ll want anything to do with you now.” Richard said. Zabdiel looked at his friend and went to pick up th ice pack to place on his bruise.
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It’d been 2 weeks since April has spoken to or even seen Zabdiel. She ignored all his calls, texts, and facetime requests. Though she missed him, he hurt her and she didn’t know if she really wanted to forgive him. She invited her best friend, Remi over for a girls night but she had to work. So here she was on a Saturday night watching low budget horror movies and eating takeout. A few minutes into the dumbest movie she’d ever seen, she hears her doorbell ring. She got up to open the door and immediately wanted to slam it when she saw who was on the other side.
“TWO FUCKING WEEKS APRIL?! Two weeks I’ve been trying to contact you and you just pretended I didn’t exist!” Zabdiel yelled.
“Ugh I thought you were someone else.” April said as she walked away, leaving room for him to enter her house.
“Someone else? What, a guy?” Zabdiel inquired.
“Maybe. Either way it’s really none of your business Zabdiel.” April was loving this.
“I mean if someone is trying to get with my girl-”he stops as he hears her cracking up.
“Your girl? Are you fucking serious right now? Yeah ummm please get the fuck out.” She said. She took him by his arm and tried to force him out of her door but he was way stronger than her.
“Look I love you. I mean I’m not in love with you but I do love you. I’ve always had feelings for you but I never wanted to acknowledge them. I mean you know I’m a player and I never want to hurt you or let you down in any way. Fuck I feel like this is all coming out so wrong right now.” Zabdiel said as he gauged her react. He sat on her sofa and rested his head in his hands.
“You hurt me. You weaponized my love for you and threw it in my face. Who does that Zab?” April asked. She took a seat next to him. He had no answer to give her. All he knew was what he felt in his heart. So he kissed her. She hesitated at first but quickly responded. She kissed him with so much passion it caught him off guard. Zabdiel tugged on her shirt and she moved to straddle him. She immediately felt his hardness and grinded down on him. She elicited a deep, needy moan from him. He gripped her ass and moved her against himself as they made out. He slipped his hand inside of her underwear and felt how wet she was.
“You’re wet already. I’m going to have so much fun wrecking you.” Zabdiel said.  April moaned and began stripping off her shorts. When she went to take off her shirt, Zabdiel stopped her and bit his lip.
“What? Is something wrong?” April asked.
“Nah. I want you to keep it on.” He spoke. He pulled down his basketball shorts enough for his dick to spring free. April stared at him, mesmerized by him. She kneeled down in front of him. And gentle took his tip into her mouth. She teased him with kitten licks as she looked into his eyes, Zabdiel was taken aback as he never expected this from her. He watched in awe as she took all of him down her throat. As good as it felt and as good as she looked blowing him, Zabdiel wanted to be inside her when he came. He helped her position herself above his hardened length and when she finally sank down on him they both let out sighs of relief.
“Jesus fucking christ.” April moaned. She kept her movements slow at first until Zabdiel smacked her ass, signaling for her to move faster. She started riding harder and harder, bringing pleasure to them both. Zabdiel pulled her in for another kiss, meeting her tongue as they made out. He started thrusting into her as he held her in place. April met his thrusts as they fucked each other. She pulled away from his lips and nestled her head in the crook of his neck. She trails kisses and multiple bites up the side of his neck, making him fusk her even harder. He lifted her shirt and began sucking her right nipple then gave the left the same treatment. Then to her surprise Zabdiel stood up, still inside her, and pressed her up against the wall. The new position and the coolness of the wall sent shivers down April’s back. She was in heaven and had no intentions of coming back to earth anytime soon.
“I wanna try something. Do you trust me?” He asked. April nodded and soon she felt Zabdiel’s hand wrapped around her throat. He squeezed a bit and it made her eyes roll back. The way he was fucking her and choking her was sending her to a whole other dimension.
“Yeah, mmmm just like that. Fuck right there right there!” She moaned as he continued to fuck her against the wall. He hit her g spot so effortlessly that she almost passed out as she came. Her orgasm had her spasming in his arms. Zabdiel kept fucking her as he chased his own climax. When he finally came he shot his load deep inside of her, their juices mixing together. He let go of her and April slid down to the floor. She felt their cum dripping down her leg as she tried to steady herself. Zabdiel ran to her bathroom and got a towel to clean her up.
“That was……..something.” He spoke, unsure how to fill the awkward silence.
“Yeah. We should probably uhhhh, shower or something. I mean I’m filled with cum.” She replied. They both laughed, breaking the tension and she led him to her bathroom where they showered, and then got ready for bed.
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The next morning April awoke to Zabdiel’s arms wrapped tight around her. She tried to move but he tightened them and she heard him mumbling in his sleep.
“Zab I have to pee.” She chuckled. He loosened his grip and let her climb out of bed. Once she’d done her business she came back to bed to see him on his phone.
“It’s Richard. Wanted to know where I’d disappeared to last night. Told him I was with you.” Zabdiel said.
“Speaking of last night, we sho-”
“I’m sorry.” Zabdiel cut her off.
“Zab, you don’t have to apologize.” April said, taking a seat next to him.
“Yes I do. I’m an asshole and treated you, my best friend, like shit. You didn’t deserve that. Can we start over?” He asked.
“I don’t know about starting over but, if you want to explore this new side of our relationship then we can.” She said.
“Okay I down.” Zabdiel said as he smiled. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. She pulled away and gave him a genuine smile.
“Now get dressed. You’re taking me out for breakfast. I’m starving.” He chuckled as they both got ready to go out. Zabdiel had no idea what this meant for them but he was definitely excited to explore this new side of their relationship.
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thewritingstar · 4 years
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Prompt list 5: some greens for the soft tender kissing please? 🥺 maybe they just finished fighting an awful monster or just got out of a rough sparring session and needed some affection to help ground each other again. Pretty please and thank you!! You’re the best!!
This is cute! Hope you enjoy :)
Pairing: Greens (Butch x Buttercup)
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No matter how old she was fighting monsters never got easier. Maybe the planning and how to fight them did. Blossoms leadership had grown over time and everyone’s skill had too. What didn’t change was the feeling of pain that rapidly spread through her body everyone she got hit or smacked down.
The feeling of her head rushing with to much blood and white noise playing had never ceased to get easier. You can prepare and say it will be a bloody battle, but the bone crushing blows and the scraping of the knees always caught her off guard.
The chemical X that jolted through her system and sent a rush through her was also unprepared. The sensation of a cool liquid almost exploding in her veins and organs felt weird as if she was feeling death being sucked out of her. Yeah, it never got easier.
The only thing that helped over time was the turning of age RowdyRuff Boys. During their middle school years, the boys, mostly Brick, had enough of dear old dads. Being bossed around and left for the aftermath of the puff fights had gotten old, especially when they began to realize that none of what they stole for their fathers ever showed up for keeping.
They rebelled in an odd way. Coming to the good side and practically fighting against their creators. It was weird when Brick had approached Blossom during the beginning of high school and nearly demanded that she allow them to join the team cause he was fed up with monkey brains. Princess cried saying she was never allowed to join and Blossom only rolled her eyes and agreed for the safety of the city and not because they were secretly making out behind closed doors and Brick wanted to impress his “flower”.
So they joined forces in high school, big deal. They grew as a team and possibly closer. It wasn’t long before the notorious leaders of both groups had hooked up and apparently Bubbles and Boomer had secretly been together since middle school, but for the green duo, it was another story. 
They were both alike, naturally as counterparts. Always picking fights and holding stupid grudges against each other. Even with two years of high school down and their teamwork with the city, they still never moved past the frenemies tier. 
And maybe it was because they were both afraid. Sure they teased each other and everyone was dying to see them get together but those strange warm feelings that kept them both up at night were shut down as the sun rose in the sky. It was easier to be friends, maybe they had become best friends at the start of junior year, sue them. 
And maybe, just maybe after a brutal fight on the battle field where they had flown to hid from the monster, Butch had wiped the dirt off her face. And maybe that sent a jolt of electricity to powerful to contain through them both as they began to lean forward. And maybe, maybe, they had kissed. 
And maybe that kiss broke through that barrier of fear she was holding onto. The tears she shed as she faced death one too many times had slipped away as his lips fell to hers. They should be focused on the wounds they had received from the wonderful monster fight but her mind was only on him. She never thought that he could be so delicate and tender as he careful cupped her cheek. The way his body pressed against hers felt so right and she swore that this explosion of fireworks was due to her hitting her head hard, not the breathtaking kiss she was currently involved in. No, the monster was at fault, but god his lips were so soft. 
By the end of winter break junior year, the green duo had completed the dating between the puffs and ruffs. 
So no, monster fights didn’t get easier, but the people you fought along side made it better.
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And now here she was at age twenty two. In the middle of her college studies looking towards a degree in sports medicine and a teaching credential, she didn’t know either, don’t ask. But instead of her studying for her exam on Friday, she was up in the sky blasting laser beams and sending punches that could easily kill a person towards a giant ass monster. 
It was all yellow and fuzzy and Bubbles thought it looked like a baby duck, yeah know, before it spit poisonous acid out of its mouth and melted half a skyscraper. Gross. 
She kept hitting harder and harder, letting her muscles tense to the extreme as she fought alongside the others. She had lost sight of her boyfriend a while go, Brick had yelled at him to create a barrier of some sort and she was only focused on beating the living shit outta this thing. 
Its roar was loud as the sound rumbled the town but Bubbles sonic scream nearly caused an earthquake from the high pitch shatter of her vocal cords, p.s. you will never win a fight with her, she learned that the hard way when she was seven. She can still feel her eardrums ringing. 
As her fist collided again and again, she felt the dripping and burning sensation on her forearm as the acid fell from its mouth, Blossom sending the monster tumbling towards the ground. It stung like hell as the thick goop made her skin bubble and her eyes welded into tears because it was literal fucking acid. 
There was nothing she could do as it rushed through her skin. The chemical X fighting back as quickly but the pain was harsh. 
The whimper of her voice caught the attention of her leader and soon a nice layer of ice had coated the burns but left her skin bubbly and puffy as Blossom worked quickly. 
“Not suppose to put ice on burns.” Buttercup muttered but it was better than letting the acid reach her bones and take her whole arm off. Her sister smiled lightly and just patted her head. 
All she wanted to do was fly back to her dorm and study. 
“Wicked burn babe.” Butch flew up next to her and her eyes widened as she saw that half of his shirt had melted off and his chest showed the same sickly bubbling that her arm did. 
She just stared at the scars and even though the chemical x would cover it, it somehow made her feel worried. She had seen him in a worse state. Broken ribs, hips, arms, you name it and hes broken it. But in a matter of days, hes brand new. Still sucked. 
“Hey, hey.” He brought her into a hug. “Come on babe.” His voice was low and soothing. Buttercup only hugged him tight as she buried her face into his chest, avoiding the burned area. 
Her body felt heavy and her eyes even heavier and she assumed he had talked to their red leaders because the next time she opened her eyes they were in his own apartment. She was being carried bridal style. Usually she would complain about being treated like this but she had a massive headache and snuggled closer to her carrier. 
“Damn Butters I haven’t seen you like this since we got totally shitfaced during freshman spring break.” She felt the vibration of the laugh against her head and soon 
She picked her head up and looked at him through her lashes. “I want kisses.” She muttered and she felt his hold tighten on her as he brought her into his room.
He let out a low laugh before setting her on the bed and patting her head. “Easy Babe. Let me just wipe the dirt off and you can have me.” She mentally pouted as he went into the bathroom and she heard the faucet turn on.
She kicked off her shoes and peeled off her shirt that had become ruined but thankfully her tank top didn’t take as much damage.
He came back with a clean face and a wet rag before sitting on his knees and gently wiping it around her face to reveal the fair skin that was caked under dirt and dust.
Her head pressed into his palm and he swiped the rag around her mouth, purposefully making some of it go into her mouth which she scowled out.
“Maybe I don’t want those kisses any more.” She began to say but he only laughed before scooping her up so that he could lay on his bed with her against his chest.
“Fine.” Butch smirked but she rolled her eyes and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
His hands traveled to the back of her thighs as he began to rub her skin that was most likely sore. She made a small noise against his lips as she rocked her hips and took his face in her hands, her thumb gliding gently along his jaw. 
“You should shave.” She kisses his lips again.
“I know.” He mumbled as one of his hands came to rest on her behind. “Kinda annoying right?” He laughed lightly and he loved the feeling of her kissing his cheek.
“Mmmm” she hummed with another peak to his face. “You just look better with a clean face. And maybe a few cuts and bruises.” She kissed the dark circle that was forming under his eye from when he got hit today.
Some people might think it’s weird but she really liked watching the skin expand and turn to deep shades of blue and purple before it quickly fades from chemical x taking care of it.
He leaned up causing her to lightly gasp before holding her against his chest and kissing her neck.
“But for me babe. I prefer to see you crystal clean. Don’t get me wrong you look hot as fuck with scratches and burns but I like to see you in prestige condition.” Butch bit her neck gently drawing out another noise from her lips.
“But you know what I like best?” He asked. And she shook her head as he kissed the bite mark. “I like the feeling of you after a battle. Scars or no scars. This soft feeling of your lips on mine and the way that you act so shy, really gets me going love.” She silenced him with another tender kiss.
She longed for these soft and quiet moments. The world would crumble around them and her focus would be on him as they laid peacefully. 
“I love you.” She said to him and she loved the way his expression soften and the ends of his lips turned up into a smile. 
“I love you too.” He kissed her temple before she felt her eyes flutter close and they fell asleep in a calm bliss. 
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just something cute. Hope you enjoyed :) 
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Immortals Chapter 12
Hello lovely peoples! I am so sorry this took me so long to update, all my studying caught up with me. On that note,  starting now updates may be a little erratic due to my mental health really taking a downhill the past couple of weeks.
Anyways, here is the next chapter. The ending fought me a little, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!
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TW: N/A
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“She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengence.”
-Lysandra, Queen of Shadows
“What’s your favourite colour?” Aelin’s voice reached him from across the clearing, where she was seated on a hollowed out log, basking in the sunlight. 
It was Beltane, and Aelin and Rowan had been sparring all morning, and were taking a moment to recuperate before heading back to the whirlwind of the fortress and the party this evening. Rowan had no idea whether Aelin was planning to attend the festivities, but he was going to go, if only for alcohol. 
“Buzzard!” Gods, he was pissed that nickname had stuck.
“What.”
“Favourite colour.” She demanded.
“Green. Yours?”
“Red.”
Rowan hummed in acknowledgment, sitting down next to her and closing his eyes against the glare of the sun once more. 
After a couple of minutes of his own thoughts, he opened his eyes again, only to see Aelin winding a ribbon of flame through her fingers. He sent an ice-kissed breeze to coax at the flames, and Aelin smiled softly as their magic began to twine. 
Snowflakes began to whirl gently around them, and embers started to dance among the fallen leaves and he sat closer to Aelin, their legs almost brushing. He looked to his left, Aelin’s head tilted upwards, a serene smile on her face as she enjoyed the feel of their magics playing. 
“Aelin.” Rowan whispered.
“Mmmm?”
“Do you trust me?” Her eyes opened at the question, her features becoming more alert as she looked at him.
His eyes darted over her face, wondering if just maybe, maybe, his wild shot in the dark was correct.
She nodded slowly, looking slightly wary as he drew the dagger from his side. Rowan locked eyes with her as he drew the blade across his palm, the tang of his blood making her nostrils flare slightly. As he reached for her hand, understanding dawned upon her face as she realised his intentions. He carefully, carefully, made an identical cut across her palm, ignoring the way the scent of her blood set him on edge.
Lacing their fingers together, he gazed into her eyes once more for confirmation as their palms met. 
Fire and ice and wind and embers. Ash and snow and air and smoke. Light and cold and breeze and heat. Rowan heard a small gasp come from Aelin as his magic barrelled into hers, and he pressed their foreheads together as their magics met in a whirlwind of power. It was an out-of-body experience, it was unlike everything he’d ever known, and oh gods, the feel of her. The smoke and ash and embers. The churning pit of flame inside of her went on forever, and his magic, the thing that had people trembling at their cores, was nothing, nothing, compared to the endless heat inside of her. Inside of this beautiful, wildfire female. A storm made flesh. A wicked, wonderful storm. A goddess in a mortal body. Her power, a behemoth prowling beneath her skin. He’d felt it, felt it that first night in Doranelle, when she’d loosened the leash a fraction, and even that was nothing- nothing compared to this.
Carranam
The word echoed between them, a confirmation of what he’d only suspected. Gods above, they were carranam. A bond so rare, so sought after it was second only to the mating bond. A bond between equals, between friends. Not soulmates, not as revered and holy as mates, but- Gods, to think, he could share power with this… queen. Wildfire touched with insanity. 
Useful on a battlefield, from a warriors standpoint.
Dangerous, should Maeve find out. So, so dangerous. Rowan would be handing a tool of unparalleled destruction to her on a silver platter. He’d have to handle this so, so delicately. And Aelin was a queen. And he was blood sworn to another. 
Their hands parted, and Rowan felt the loss of her power like a blow to the face. He met her eyes, wide with shock and exhilaration.
“So.” Aelin started.
“Yeah.” He breathed, smiling at her.
She grinned at him, a lovely smile, wide and unrestrained. “Carranam.” 
“Carranam.” He confirmed.
-x-
Rowan had combed his hair, washed his face and put on his least dirty tunic. He was ready to head down to the festivities, but he and Aelin were going to go down together, and she was still holed up in the bathroom, getting ready. He was sharpening one of his knives, the rhythmic noise calming him, still reeling from the afternoon’s events. After they’d parted, he and Aelin had headed back to the fortress, splitting off to help with the preparations. Him, to help with the decorations, Aelin, to help (eat) the food prep in the kitchens. 
The door on the other end of the room opened, and Aelin walked out. She wore thick dark blue pants, clinging tightly to her long legs, with polished, black boots reaching up to her knees. A dark green tunic, embroidered with silver, hugged her lithe body. Her eyes had been illuminated with cosmetics, and her lips painted a dark brown, her skin flawless. Comfortable, simple, classy. Beautiful. 
Aelin smiled at his staring, and he quickly recovered, standing and offering her his arm.
“Look at you, buzzard, all gentlemanly.” She grinned, taking his arm.
“I did have court training, you realise.”
“Could have fooled me.” She said with a wink.
A couple of minutes later, they’d reached the party, set in a wide, barren valley, the shouts of merry revelers music on the ears. People leaped over two low bonfires at either end of the gathering, and demi-fae were gathered around a great bonfire in the centre, reaching high enough that Rowan had to crane his neck to see the tip of the flames. A table laden with platters of savoury meals and sweet delicacies was over the other end, and it was no surprise that Aelin immediately made a beeline for the table, weaving through the dancers swaying to the lilting music. That female ate enough for three fully-grown males.
He followed her over to the table, grabbing a savoury pastry and chewing on it, turning to face the revelry. Aelin came up beside him, wordlessly passing him a mug of ale.  He sipped it, glancing at Aelin’s pile of food and smirking slightly. 
For a while, they just stood, side by side, watching the party. At least until Aelin hissed at him-
“Stop making that face.”
“What face?”
“With you glowering at everyone, nobody will ask me to dance.”
“I’m not glowering.” As he said it, he caught a growl in his throat aimed at a male who’d looked a little too long at her.
“Yes, yes you are.”
“I’m not stopping you from dancing, Princess.”
“Fine.” He glanced over at her annoyed tone, to find her draining her mug of ale, giving him a spiteful look, before slipping to the crowd of dancing bodies.
Rowan tried to follow her with his eyes, but the crowd was so dense, he only caught glimpses of golden hair or a flash of sparks here and there. He turned to monitor the jumpers, the bonfires burning low enough for the demi-fae to leap over. He’d never quite understood the tradition, often seemed stupid or childish. It was supposed to honour the gods, to pray for a good harvest. And after Lyria died, he’d stopped praying to any of the gods. They were long gone.
For a while, he just stared at the flames, mesmerised, lost in his won thoughts. He stared for so long his eyes started to ache. 
His ears picked up a bright, lilting laughter, and he turned as Aelin stumbled out of the crowd, flushed and sweaty. All of a sudden, it was too much. The noise of the crowd, the scents, the fire, the laughter and smiles. 
Aelin latched onto his arm, giggling hysterically. He could smell the ale wafting off her breath, and he wrinkled his nose in displeasure. She grabbed the mug from his hands, raising it to her lips and draining it. 
He shook her off, and she seemed unabashed by his rejection, waving her hand as if trying to cool down.
He sent a cooling breeze her way, and she moaned. The sound sent a rush of arousal through him, and he felt his skin tighten. The tilt of her neck, the way her back arched ever so slightly, the parting of her lips-
She grinned at him, slightly manically, and he raised an eyebrow at her. 
“Why don’t you dance, buzzard?” Her words were slightly slurred, and he rolled his eyes, irritated. 
“I don’t enjoy dancing.”
“It’s so fun!” Aelin clapped her hands in enthusiasm, her blue eyes shining, “you’ve got plenty of women admirers, buzzard.”
“Not interested,” he replied. Indeed, he’d had several men and women alike approach him, but he’d always declined politely. Rowan started to feel too many eyes upon him, too many bodies pressed in a too tight space. His breathing became slightly uneven.
“You’ve got plenty of men admirers too, if you want to dance with-”
“I don’t want to dance, Aelin.” He cut her off sharply. A slight tremor shook through him.
“Grumpy, grumpy.” She poked his cheek, right over his tattoo, and he growled back her, 
“Aelin. Gods. Stop. Just stop. I don’t want to dance, I don’t want to drink, I don’t want to chat or gossip or whatever the FUCK it is that you want to do. Just leave. Me. Alone. I don’t care what you think, or who you are, or what you think of my dancing habits. I. Don’t. Care. Got it?” His volume had increased towards the end, and a couple of party-goers around them had stopped to stare. 
Aelin had flinched back slightly, hurt flickering across her face and echoing in her eyes.
He snarled once, and when she didn’t move, he stormed off, heading in the direction of the fortress.
-x-
Rowan was already in bed when Aelin returned, several hours later, but he remained on his side, his eyes closed and forcing his breathing to remain deep and even. 
She quietly went about her business, quietly enough to suggest she’d sobered up. She didn’t try to talk, to wake him up, to demand he give an explanation for what an ass he’d been. She just softly prepared for bed, as if trying not to disturb him, and somehow, it was almost worse than if she’d shouted at him. He’d been an idiot, but everything in that moment had suddenly become so overwhelming and he’d gotten a rush of panic and adrenaline. He’d apologise tomorrow, give himself time to sleep it off.
Aelin slipped on another of those absurd nightgowns, before washing her face and blowing out the candles before easing herself into the bed next to him.
‘Tomorrow’, was his last thought before he drifted off into a fitful sleep.
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Seizure
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The woman’s magic put his teeth on edge, and Clint growled his displeasure, Evan glaring at him from where he hovered over the witch.
He couldn’t help it. Nico’s fear was pouring through the bond, making him feel like he was dangling off a cliff.
The smell of palo santo had his nose twitching as the witch wafted it through the air, wand glowing as she started to pour magic into Nico. An unearthly hum vibrated through Clint’s skull and he felt his wolf rise closer to the surface. He fought a growl, teeth and claws elongating.
Clint twitched as Brian’s hands came down on his shoulders, kneeding at his tense muscles. “Dude, relax, its not that—“
Nico jerked as the humming got louder, a loud popping noise echoing through the room as his legs jolted against the lounger. Brian’s arm was around his neck before he realized he had started to propel himself at the witch.
“Fucking let go!” His claws dug into the sirens arm, gouging at the tender skin. Brian hissed, and Evan stood, eyes burning at he extended a hand and threw magic at his wolf.
But Selene didn’t react to his anger, pale eyes glowing with magic that she forced through his mates body, he could taste it in the bond and he wanted it gone.
As suddenly as Nico had arched he collapsed, shaking as he landed on the lounger.
Swaying Selene’s hands started to shake where she held them over Nico.Evan grunted as her weight collided with him but he managed a choked “I gotcha...” before lowering her to the floor, Kristy clambering forward with a pillow.
Clint didn’t fucking care, ripping away from Brian as his choke hold eased. His knees hit the floor in his haste, pajama bottoms sliding on carpet as he checked on his mate. “Nico, Baby?”
Nico was shivering, the violent motion verging on convulsions. Cupping his face Clint hissed in dismay at the heat rolling off of him. “Fucking hell, Brian where’s that thermometer?!”
Brian glared at him, hand cupped around the furrow his claws had dug into the mans skin.
Clint felt a glimmer of guilt for the injury but that was swept away as Nico bucked and gasped. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Brian please.”
Brian dropped the glare, eyes becoming impossibly wide when Nico jolted, mouth gaping as he struggled to breath through the tremors. He dug into the cough cushions, rocking the sectional and throwing pillows around in his haste to procure it. “Umm- its um- here!”
Brian threw the thermometer from where he was standing, the plastic device thunked into Clint’s hand by the grace of enhanced reflexes.
Clint felt his snarl return as he turned back to Nico, irritated growl buzzing in his chest.
Kristy saved him from being the source of another injury to the siren, throwing a heavy pillow with wicked accuracy. “What were you gonna do if he didn’t catch it and it hit him, idiot.”
“Scream in terror probably.” Brian chuckled nervously, cupping his arm again as he side stepped behind the couch.
Clint ignored the exchange, cupping Nico’s neck as he pressed the thermometer to his burning forehead. He flinched at the press of cold plastic, trying to turn into Clint’s palm. The high pitched beep was ominous. “This can’t be right Evan.”
Evan straightened from where he had pushed the pillow under Selene’s head. “What’s it say?”
“105.4? That can’t fuckin be right, can it?” Clint begged Evan, panic coloring his voice.
Evan frowned, concern etching his face. “I hope not, try it again, make sure.”
Clint moved to check it again and froze, suddenly dizzy and disoriented as he stared at the vet. He felt Nico’s shaking grow worse, and his vision blurred, doubling as he tried to peel his gaze away from the vet to search out his mate.
Nico’s eyes had rolled, whites visible under his ulcerated lids, neck arching as his arms pushed out. Clint couldn’t find his tongue, yipping in distress as Nico jerked violently, bloody foam dribbling down his chin.
What was happening?
Panting and confused Clint let out another desperate whine, clutching at Nico’s bony shoulders. Evan- Evan help—
Evan was pushing his hands away, knocking him off balance as he grabbed Nico’s shoulder and hip, rolling him into his side as he dodged Nico’s limbs with ease. Clint hadn’t seen him move from the floor, his muscles rigid as he fought against the paralysis that had overtaken him.
Nico kept convulsing.
Hands grabbed his own shoulders as he listed to the side, swaying dangerously.
He could see Evan’s mouth move as he maneuvered Nico, holding his head so he didn’t choke. But he couldn’t understand him, the words blending together in a jumbled glob of nothing.
It took an eternity for Evans voice to become clear again, his vision following in stuttering increments. “—the tub in the master bath is big enough, and it’s big enough to maneuver.”
Nico was rolled towards Clint, slack face blue tinged as his slow harsh breath rocked him.
“Ev-Evan.. wha-what happened? Wha’did she do?” His voice was shaking. His voice never shook. What the fuck was that.
Evan turned his attention to him and frowned, eyes flicking between him and Selene’s prone form. “I don’t know what happened with you, maybe a rebound effect of Nico having a seizure.”
Clint’s heart stopped, a wounded noise punched from his gut, Brian made a reassuring noise behind him, thumbs rubbing into the knots in his shoulders. “Seizure?”
Evan nodded grimly, eyebrows furrowed in thought. “His temperature is dangerously high now, even with everything we’ve been doing to try to keep it down. I don’t know if it was the stress, or the magic but whatever it was it brought it up more and he seized. I don’t think it was intentional- she wouldn’t be on the floor if it was, and the pop was his hip setting- the bruising isn’t as bad and it feels more stable...”
Evan shook his head, trailing off as he peeled back a few of the bandages. “Thing is we need to cool him down.”
Clint felt his hands shaking as he reached forward to Nico, Brian releasing him when it was obvious he could keep himself upright.
“Nnn...” Nico shifted under Clint’s hands, eyes shifting beneath his lids. He couldn’t- he couldn’t identity how he felt as he started to pull Nico into his arms.
Clint groaned as a terrifying amalgamation of terror and desperate confusion assaulted him, breath catching in his throat.
“Aaahhhh!” Nico’s skeletal frame shot upwards, shoulder striking Clint in the gut in his haste. Lightening blue eyes flew open as Clint caught him a ragged scream piercing his heart.
Fuck.
“Go fill the tub. Now!”
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Nico screamed, desperation overriding everything telling him to be quiet. His throat was torn, blood flowing freely into his mouth, down his chin, he screamed again, gurgling and desperate. “‘Leas’ nnnmorennmore....” There was blood and tears and snot and he couldn’t do it anymore.
Hands clutched at his shoulders and pushed down on his mangled body, making sure he couldn’t get away. He wanted to get away!
“‘Leasss...’lease..., nnng...nngmmore....”
The magic had been cold, so fucking cold and he was already so so cold, his bones ached with it and he wanted to get away, maybe he could crawl in the forge with Abram and he’d finally finally be warm, he could die warm and he’d finally be free. Where was Abram!?
“Shhh Darlin it’s the fever, you’re burnin up Baby, gotta get you cooled down okay, just stay with me, it’s okay.”
Clint Clint it was Clint, couldn’t be him, couldn’t be. He wouldn’t cool him down more, Clint would keep him warm, he’d done it at the bon fire, cuddled him when the fire hadn’t been enough. Nico moaned, fear making him shake even worse, they could use Clint to do anything to him, please just let him die just let him die he couldn’t anymore.
Painpainpain, someone was crushing his chest and his shoulders and his head throbbed as he froze, his throbbing hip moving again.
“Tubs filling Clint, come on—“
The sound of rushing water and Nico flailed, keening silently, his throat unable to make the sounds of terror known anymore. He coughed on blood, retching as copper coated his tongue. He didn’t want to drown again, he couldn’t, there would be ice and it would cut his throat as they held him down and forced him to breath in and he would die but they’d just bring him back and he’d be forced to hurt again.
His eyes opened, searching for escape and the world swam in front of him, walls spinning and moving as he watched demons staring at him from corners. “‘leasenoooo....mmmm...”
“I got you Darlin, I got you, just gotta get something...”
Another set of hands touched him, rubbing at his hair, the hands were small and he felt a flicker of magic touch him before he gasped and tried to push away. “Sorry Nico, I’m sorry, I won’t use it on you...” Kristy’s voice murmured at him, cold hands supporting him as Clint’s voice moved away.
“‘Lease...’leasennn....” please don’t drown me, please don’t, I’ll be good.....
“I know Nico... Brian give me those scissors, gotta get these...”
The voice became muffled as Nico struggled to breath past his fear, the feel of metal on his skin irritating wounds and he sobbed again, eyes fluttering.
“Fuckin hell, at least his back looks a little better, if not the rest of him.”
“Brian shut up...”
Someone picked him up again and the world greyed around the edges, pushing him down, down down again. Please don’t....
The slosh of water had Nico holding his breath, barely able to hold it before he coughed and tried again. “Okay Darlin, it’s gonna feel cold but it’s not, I promise...”
Ice coated his toes and Nico screamed, eyes flying open as he scrambled at the person holding him, numb fingers pulling at hair, arms clutching at the thick neck as he pushed his face against skin.
“Fuck, Darlin, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’ll go in with you okay? I’ll hold you the whole time, and you’ll be just fine, I promise...”
Nico sobbed, pressing his face harder into the neck of the person holding him.He’d do anything, anything, just don’t drown him. Voices whispered around him, sloshing water, and sniffling and cold and he didn’t have the energy to fight against the person shifting him around. They didn’t peel his face away, but pulled him closer,his flank pushing against skin. “Okay, okay Sugar...”
The voice shushed him for a moment, moving slowly until water coated his feet and lapped at his calves. He mewled into the persons neck, and they shushed him again, not making a move to remove his face from safety. “Easy Baby.... I’m right here with you...”
Water lapped at his hips and Nico sucked into a rattling gasp as the cold water hit his cock, letting out a wet sob when it soaked him, his balls trying to retract from the cold. “I know Baby, nothin more uncomfortable than that huh, I’ve got you, it’s okay....”
The water pulled him down, some of the pain in his hip lessening as he started to sink down. He wasn’t fighting anymore, shivering and sniffling into the neck of the person holding him.
“Brian, grab his legs, kinda straighten them-“
Hands grabbed at his calves and Nico twitched, not wanting them to touch him, to pull his legs until he was under, drowning, bubbles of air surrounding him until he was empty and water started to fill him.
He couldn’t breathe. They pulled him from his hiding spot as he sobbed, their clutching hands prying his hands away from strands of hair until he was pulled against someone’s chest. “Fuck, it’s okay Darlin, breathe, breathe slow...” he was hyperventilating, chest throbbing as water lapped at his nipples, submerging his collar bones.
Then it stopped, the cold swallowing his chest, his arms, his legs. But muscular thighs bracketed him, accompanying arms holding his head above the water. He clutched weakly at the arm wrapped around his chest, and the arm squeezed gently, hand rubbing at his flank. Another hand came up and traced his face, thumbing at his tear encrusted cheek before cupping his head and holding his head to the chest. Out of the water.
His breathing slowed the longer he was in the water and not forced under, panic starting to recede.
“That’s it Darlin, I wont let you go, I’ve got you.... you’re doing so good... so good...”
Nico let himself relax as the praise continued. He was so so tired.....if he could just sleep....
Maybe...
...
Wet cloth soothed over his forehead and hair, making him jolt, eyes opening from where they’d closed. “It’s okay Darlin’...”
Was he in a tub?
Nico twitched, and water sloshed on his chin and mouth making his heart throb with a flicker of panic. When he started to move, wanting out of the water, arms tightened around him. “Shhhh, shhhh Sugar, gotta make your fever go down...”
“‘Lint...?” Nico slurred, half lidded eyes roving.
“Right here Baby...” the chest he rested against vibrated with the rumble of Clint’s voice. Nico tilted his head back as best he could, eyes catching on Clint’s stubbled jaw. “Hnnn...”
Clint pressed a kiss against his forehead and Nico let his head fall forward again. Clint’s legs were bracketing his hips, wet pajama pants plastered to the muscles beneath. “He feels a little cooler...”
Clint was talking to... someone? Who? “Nnhh??” Nico turned to the room, trying to see who was there...
His eyes landed on the slightly blurry form of Brian sitting on the toilet, hands clasped in front of him.
Nico couldn’t make himself move again, letting his hands float in the water around him. It didn’t feel as cold anymore, it was even starting to feel warm, especially where he was pressed against Clint.
Was Abram making it warmer? He couldn’t see him, he wanted his friend. “Abram...?”
The desire to find his friend had him twisting in Clint’s arms, pain briefly making him gasp on a broken moan.
Clint jumped, tightening his arms around Nico.”Whoa Baby, hey now, easy...”
Nico collapsed against Clint, breathing rapidly into his sweat slicked shoulder.
“‘Bram?!” his voice didn’t even echo, he wouldn’t hear him. Tears coursed down his face as he stared at the door, silently begging the man to come. But the bathroom was empty other than Brian and Clint. But...Abram made things hot, he’d made his bath hot when he’d been sick. Abram wouldn’t leave him alone this time would he?
“Nico, who’re you talking about?” Panting weakly Nico moaned, pushing away from Clint, he needed to get to the forge to check on Abram. “Forge...’ttach’ck.... ‘Bmm..”
“Nico, Nico, Doll, who’s Abram??” Clint cupped his cheek, forcing his head back so he was looking into the wolf’s green eyes.
Clint’s face blurred as exhaustion and tears pulled at him, Clint didn’t know Abram....he’d never introduced them, Abram didn’t want anyone to know about him. He wasn’t supposed to tell. He’d failed yet again, he’d failed his friend.
He just wanted his friend.
“Mmsorry...mmsorry....” his energy was waning as he mumbled his apologies, blinking slowly up at Clint.
“Okay Darlin’... I’ll find him, just gotta get you feeling better okay? Then I’ll find your friend... I’m sure he wants to see you too, right?”
Nico hoped so, he hoped Abram would still want to see him. He struggled to as his voice work, spikes of pain freezing his vocal chords. “F-fam-family... s’d family...”
“Oh Fuck, Clint I know who he’s talking about-“
Nico flinched at the sound of Brian’s voice, whining in fear.
“Sorry...” Brian sounded contrite but it didn’t stop him from talking even though Nico had slumped into Clint, eyes unfocused on the werewolf’s face. “Clint, I went to Nico’s shop once when he wasn’t there, I just wanted to drop in and maybe hang out since I hadn’t seen him for a while, I think it might have been after he was taken. Anyways—“ He could see the sirens flailing hands in his peripheral vision, the sirens restless energy seeking escape. “—there was someone there, working the forge, I interrupt him when I entered the shop, and he introduced himself as Abram.”
“Fuck...” Clint’s whisper didn’t registered with Nico, who’d let his eyes close as Brian talked. The water lapped against his back as Clint shifted, a soft cloth dabbing at his neck and shoulders. “Hear that Baby, we know where to find him, I’ll get him here I promise....”
Nico didn’t hear him, sinking down further into the warmth that surrounded him.
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“I’ll get him here I promise Darlin’, the only thing you’ve asked for isn’t it, you want family...”
Clint rubbed his cheek against Nico’s wet hair, stubble catching on the strands. He let go of the soap covered wash cloth, letting it disappear into the water as Nico went still against him, jaw slack.
“Brian grab me that thermometer huh?” He pitched his voice to a whisper, keeping as still as possible. They’d been in the tub for almost an hour at this point, Evan and Kristy having left almost half an hour in. Hopefully it was enough time to do something.
Brian scooted closer, bypassing Clint to check Nico’s temperature himself. Clint grimaced at the sight of gauze wrapped around his forearm, guilt surging through him. He hadn’t had a chance to apologize properly yet.
By tight wind of his shoulders as he waited for the beep, Brian hadn’t forgotten it either.
“101.3 Thank god.”
Relief surged through him and Clint squeezed his eyes shut, jaw clenched around a sob. He grabbed Brian’s wrist as he went to move away, squeezing it gently.
“I’m so s-sorry...” Clint’s voice broke around the lump in his throat, tears spilling down his cheeks for the first time since they’d gotten Nico to the pack house. “I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to hurt you, I just—“
Clint abruptly couldn’t get in enough air to finish his apology, chest heaving against the terrible weight that seemed to latch onto him every time he looked at Nico’s exposed wounds. He’d been trying, desperately, since they’d found Nico to just keep breathing. To keep dealing with everything and hold it together, but he couldn’t fucking breathe anymore.
“I’m sorry—“ His lungs clung to his chest wall, air trapped as he gasped into Nico’s hair. His arm had tightened around his mate, and Nico twitched against the strength of his grip, but he couldn’t seem to make his hand loosen.
He was shaking, making the water splash up against Nico’s chin. The water left rivers of pink on his face, highlighting pale skin. It made him realize how dark the water around Nico was, left over dirt and blood staining the water a brownish red.
They’d done so much already, and Nico was still so sick....
Clint sobbed again, helplessly staring up at Brian. “I ddont know w-what to do anymore...”
Brian flipped his grip, plucking the thermometer away as he grabbed Clint’s wrist in turn. “Clint, it’s okay man, it’s okay.”
Brian’s eyes pierced through what was left of Clint’s strength, and he keened, higher and more animalistic than a human throat could manage. It wasn’t okay, it wasn’t. He struggled to breathe as Brian watched, his tears burned on his cheeks, and he curled forward to hide in Nico’s hair.
Brian released his wrist, and Clint sobbed, feeling like he was falling apart without the siren’s hold on him.
“N—nno— I-I’m so sorry—“ Clint’s keening sob were muffled around the lump in his throat, and Brian shushed him, lanky arm wrapping around Clint’s broad shoulders, his gentle hand dipping into the bloody water to pry Clint’s fingers away from Nico’s side before he could leave new bruises. “I d-didn’t mean t-to hurt yooou, ’m just so scared for-for him.”
“I know you didn’t, I know, we’ll deal with it later, okay? I promise I’m not mad, I’m worried about you guys. But we’re not going anywhere man, we’re not going to let anything happen to Nico, not again.”
Brian’s reassurance started to patch some of the cracks in his armor, and he was able to take a deeper breath, exhaustion rolling over him. He’d been awake for almost 20 stressful hours, and he could feel every second in his bones.
“C’mon, Evan and Kristy should be done getting Selene settled. He can dress these wounds again, and you can get some sleep-ah!” Brian cut off his protest, hugging him a little tighter. “No butts you ass, you’re exhausted and my arm paid the price. You’re going to sleep, you don’t have to leave him, sleep on the floor or something. Just sleep.”
Sniffling, the fight he had left fled, and he tried to gather Nico into his arms. He was shaking, and Nico made a hoarse noise at being jostled. “Fuck Baby, I’m sorry—“
“Clint, let me take him? You were swaying on your feet on the way in here, I can carry him at least to the couch.”
Clint instinctively let out a small growl, but cut himself off, taking a deep snuffle of Nico’s damp hair. “M’kay.... be careful...please...”
Brian hummed, his deceptively slender arms lifting Nico out of the water with ease. Nico barely reacted, a small shiver rocking through him as his skin was exposed to the air again. “I got you bud, I got you.”
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there it is.  the dreaded yet tersely anticipated ping that notifies him that his newly turned root cause of pain,  the love of his life,  his ex-wife,  the mother of his children,  the devil he will never cease thinking about is currently  “  live  ”  on Instagram for the world to witness.  with his stomach already rolling with nauseous waves of sickening suspense,  he has no idea what to expect next of Inés’ unpredictable chaotic force he can’t remember her ever being THIS wildly nefarious unforeseeable with her antics.  but his intensifying greed to see her once again regardless of whatever twisted play she has to unravel to her audience compells him to immediately tap upon the alluring text.  Inhye started a live video. watch it before it ends  !
surely enough,  there she is in full virtual glory,  her pearly white fangs ever so teasing as it catches the bright glitz of the fine-tuned lighting that he recognises pertinent to the lights angled towards her bed in her apartment.  he is so momentarily mesmerised by the radiant luminosity of the new red lipstick shade that adorns her lips that are upturned in a devilish smirk.  it matches her new freshly painted talons that are similarly tapered like her razored canines but that’s when his attention is shifted to the blaring fact that she isn't alone for this Instagram live session.  rather,  her crimson gleaned nails rake along the curve of another man’s shoulders,  the illuminated backside is MORE than enough for him to immediately recognise the silhouette of the man who ranks number one on his hit list priorities.  almost as if she is reading his thoughts,  Inés stares directly into the cameras,  her eyes boring into his as she continues to roam her palms across the expanse of his arch rival with the incessant smirk of sheer glee. 
“  mmmm . . .   Cyril is so good with the kids,  ”  she announces with an airy titter,  her fingers now adoringly raking through his locks as she hitches her leg further up to curl around the man’s waist.  they’re laying down on her bed,  Jaewoo can clearly see that now with a grotesque FLARE of resentment blurring his vision bloodcurdling red to see his archenemy so comfortably sprawled out on her pillows.  “  and now that we got them settled for bedtime,  I think it’s time to give some special attention to daddy.  ”
usually,  the pet name is enough to send him on yet another blood drenching murderous killing spree before attempting his nth try to finally get his hands on the man he detests with pure putrid hatred that is enough to quiver his body with such unadulterated venomous fury.  but this once,  he is fixated on the detail that Cyril is face down on her bed whilst Inés’ mobile camera is pointed in their direction.  that's the position she always had him in when she was posting to her feed.
“   baby,  you’re so good to me.  turn around.  show me your face.  ”  she abruptly flits back to her typically dominant tone,  her fingers firmly grasping at the man’s chin to tilt his concealed face towards her.  now his side profile is in full view which mirrors a wicked smirk to the preening demon pressing herself up against the mould of his body  —  her red varnished nails caressing and contrasting to the black shirt hugging his figure.  she titters again,  a stray hand sliding down to cup the curve of his ass.  
huh.  
Jaewoo’s mind stops whirring for a moment,  the tremendous shock of the sight unfolding in front of him slacks his jaw open with visible scandalisation.  for a few moments,  he sits there.  dumbfounded.  confused.  dismayed.  recoiling in seething horror.
she never did that to me.  she never let anyone see my face.  why is she showing his to everyone  ?  does she think he is more handsome than me or something  ?  does she really think that  ?  why did she refuse to show me off like that too  ?  why  ?  why  ?
"  . . .  we also went to the park today.  the weather was gorgeous.  the boys really enjoyed themselves.  it was the best time.  my adorable boys.  ”  upon her heinous sultry intonation,  she possessively tightens her coiled leg around the man with her ruby lips poised with the most smug expression.  she dips her head in slightly,  her legs and arms working in unison to roll Cyril face first into full view so everyone gets the full glimpse of his clearcut features and how his cheeks are smattered with the shade of red from Inés’ excessive kiss marks.  “  Cyril is so . . .  ”
that used to be him.  honeyed voice warmly breathing in the shell of his ear.  possessive arms wrapped snug around his waist.  the scent of her shampoo filling up his nostrils.  he doesn’t remember where he begins or ends,  all he knows that he belongs to her so it doesn’t matter in the first place.  it’s irrelevant.  he’s safe.  he’s warm in her fiercely protective grip,  his nose nestled in the crook of her neck as he hugs the shape of her hips close and pressed flush against his body,  his teeth lightly grazing at the junction of her neck before landing a smacking kiss.  a low delighted hum from her tickles his nape.  “  you’re so cute,  my baby.  my baby boy.  I love you so much.  ”
"  . . .  it’s because of the telepathy we have.  he knew what exactly I wanted.  remember my story from earlier  ?  that was the cheesecake flavoured ice-cream Cyril managed to find for me.  the twins also loved it.  the best daddy ever.  ”  knowing lips curl into sinful pout.  he can hear a resonating smooch.  “  how should we spent tonight together,  hm  ?  ”
they’re curled,  perfectly framed into the fit of each other’s body with seamless ease.  they’re going back home together,  fingers tightly interlaced and arms wounded with adoring grace.  now in the marbled elevator with the neon lit of their floor glowing,  he faces away from the graciously large mirrors as Inés faces towards them.  he can’t see her face,  his face is still buried and nuzzled against the scent of her perfume wafting up from the smooth canvas of her neck but he can tell that she is smiling widely,  her teeth in full dazzling sight.  deftly,  her fingers weave through his tousled locks,  an arm growing slack around his waist.  he softly whines in protest,  eliciting another bubbling chuckle from his love.  “  stay like that.  my adorable baby.  thank you for taking me out today.  ”  she tenderly kisses a tuft of his hair with a hum as she brings her phone out of her purse.  he notices this when he tilts his towards the mirror,  a demure grin brightening up his already glowing features.  he is so in love and basking in all her warmth.  what more could he ask for  ?
her tone drops down a notch,  her naturally husky voice rasping with alluringly seductive connotations.  her teeth seem to gleam more brightly and twinkling along mischievously with the brewing schemes in her mind that he is unsure of whether her wants to remain blissfully ignorant or in full awareness of.  she nudges the tip of Cyril’s nose,  her face radiating its true demonic gorgeousness as her eyes narrow playfully,  her palm inching closer to his crotch.  “  I can think of a few ideas . . .  ” 
"  oh  !  are you taking a picture ?  ”  he inquires to her.  he’s beaming from ear to ear.  this is the first time he can spot her opening up Instagram and utilising the camera from the platform to take their first official picture together.  he is about to straighten up so he can face his awaiting reflection in the mirror but her other arm still hooked around his waist suddenly grips him in place with vicious force.  “  no.  stay like that baby.  nobody is going to see your face.  ”  she dictates with a purr but her voice with a steely edge to it.  “  be a good boy and look over my shoulder or go back to how you were.  ”  without waiting for his response,  she gently guides his face pointedly away from their reflection before snapping several photos as her fingers skim through his locks and her other arm defensively keeping him pressed up against her.   
" . . .  if we have any more babies together,  they’re going to be the cutest babies in the world.  I’m such a lucky mama.  how many kids do you guys think we should have  ?  I feel like having three more.  ”  another devious giggle filters through his dazed state and he can witness three of her perfectly polished nails glinting ominously on camera.  he can also make out another glossy pout on her gleeful face that exhales a very exaggerated sigh.  “  I miss the feeling of being pregnant so much but you will fix that for me,  won’t you daddy  ?  ”
"  baby,  why don’t you want to show my face to everyone  ?  do I look bad or something  ?  ”  he huffs against her skin,  making a show out of puffing cool air against her in slight retaliation.  “  I can change into something that will make me look better . . .  ”  once he deduces that she has taken enough pictures,  he tilts his face slightly to the side so he can continue resting his cheek against her shoulder but his beseeching rounded eyes staring up at her.  she lowers her phone,  tucking it away for now as she returns his gaze with a darkened over look.  the fingers tenderly playing with his hair now dig into his scalp with escalated pressure,  her eyes stormy as she gently tugs him by his locks so she can face him to squarely look at her in the eyes.  “  no,  it’s because you’re only mine to look at.  my gorgeous baby.  mine.  ”  to iterate her point,  she yanks him by the hair again to perfectly angle his neck so that she can bare her teeth and scrap her canines along the slope of his vulnerable point.  “  mine.  ”  she hums again,  her fangs sinking in as she hungrily sucks against the surface of his skin till he feels giddy with lightheaded pleasure as the bruising sensation sinks in.  
a faux look of contemplation crosses her features as she continues to directly address the camera before flitting her smouldering glance back to the man besides her.  " . . .  I’m in the mood for a bath right now.  what do you say,  my love ?  ”
he is hers just as much as she is only his.  nothing will ever change that,  he thinks as his eyes roll to the back of his head and his body weight falling lax upon her,  his arms holding onto her for what he believed for the rest of eternity.  he drops a trail of soft kisses against her inner palm that delicately cups his face as she sucks on his skin with devoted fervour.  “  I love you,  ”  he whispers out,  nuzzling against her ear after peppering another splay of kisses upon her skin.  “  I’m only yours.  ”  at his reaffirmation and confirmation of her words,  she cups his face with both of her palms,  her eyes softening as she gazes down at his lips as if she can capture his mouth uttering those words and replay them in her mind for the future.  “  you are only mine.  ”  she reestablishes after bringing him in for one deep long lingering kiss.  they’ve arrived at their floor yet they haven’t budged.  the elevator doors shut again.  they pay no mind to it.  
he’s here but she is there  —  on the other side of the camera.  
“  I love you too.  ”  she whispers back,  her arms fall in favour of possessively curling around his frame.
but her arms aren’t around him anymore.  he no longer feels the searing warmth of her love encompassing him till he forgets about his own sense of being.  there is no love left to be swathed in.  she showers that with relish to her new yet old acquainted companion.  her arms sit snug around Cyril now.  as if she can hear his thoughts yet again,  she leans in to press a kiss to the other male’s forehead.  Jaewoo is painfully reminded of how desolate he truly is once again,  left alone in the world as he had been in back in 1976.  the cold still air hits him with full smacking force as he continues to lifelessly watch her doting ministrations on her new man.  
“  my sweet boy.  ”  she murmurs in his ear,  tickling him once again.  he laughs with a shiver.
he hadn’t realised it till now but there are tears streaming down his face,  dampening his cheeks completely and falling off in steady drops onto his shaking palms.  Inés shakes with him too in his palm but her charmingly mirthful smile,  all toothy and stunning remains steady and vibrant. it blinds him along with the fluorescent lighting that wraps her up in a soft halo glow of her own utopia whilst it aches his eyes in his dark room to keep staring at his screen.  staring at her.  staring at her newfound happiness. 
“  Ahn Jaewoo.  ”   his name sounds like a divine incantation with her voice,  direct from her lips full of love.  she says it with flourish and rolls it about in her mouth,  smug yet territorial. 
she ignores the camera now in favour of staring deeply in Cyril’s eyes,  her eyes full of unadulterated adoration.  
“  hmmm ?  ”  he rubs up against her lower back,  the corners of his eyes uplifting as he smiles with all the bursting affection he has to offer to her.  his heart aches,  he loves her too much. 
her love doesn’t cover him anymore like it used to. 
“  you’re all mine.  ”  she swipes her tongue along his bottom lip before tilting her head yet again,  sealing his fate with another deep passionate kiss. 
her lips hungrily find Cyril’s,  her teeth sinking in his bottom lip as she tugs it about with playful giggles filling up the silence on Jaewoo’s end.
“  mine.  ”
she turns back to the camera and reaches out for it.  
“  I’m forever yours.  ”  he sings it out for her,  fully enraptured.
it switches off.  the screen is left blank. all he is left with is his own grief stricken expression staring back at him.  
forever.
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rae-rae-patcha · 4 years
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50 Questions Tag
thank you @unstoppableforcce​ ❤️ I had so much fun doing this and it was interesting to know more about you ✨
I’ll tag (no pressure) @galaxy-of-stories @bluebellhairpin ​ @shakespeareanwannabe I hope you guys have as much fun as I had with this! 
1.) What color is your hairbrush?
Brown
2.) Name a food you never eat
I think is called Blood Sausage in english (in México we call it Moronga)
3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?
My body is very weird. I always have my feet cold but my arms and hands are always warm and sweaty so... I guess somewhere in between? 🤔
4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
I went to the pharmacy with my parents and my dog. 
5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?
Probably Hershey’s
6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?
Only once, to a soccer game (but I fell asleep) (in my defense I was like 6 years old 😅)
7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?
“What do you mean?” 
8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?
Mmmm.... That’s a hard one... Probably cookies n’ cream or chongos zamoranos. 
9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?
A mango smoothie. 
10.) Do you like your wallet?
I looooove my wallet. In fact I have to wallets an I love them both so much, one is a Quesadilla and the other one is a banana so ❤️.
11.) What’s the last thing you ate?
A tamal!
12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?
No 
13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?
Does the floor is lava counts? 😅
14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?
Butter!
15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?
my so 
16.) Ever go camping?
Yeah, every year I go to a medieval camping. (except this year :c)
17.) Do you take vitamins?
I do! 
18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?
My brother and I are atheists so we don’t go to church. (Well, only in Christmas and that’s because of my parents)
19.) Do you have a tan?
My skin is brown so... I guess I have a birth tan? 🤷‍♀️
20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?
Pizza!
21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?
Noup
22.) What color socks do you usually wear?
Blue
23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?
I don’t drive 😂
24.) What terrifies you?
Death ☠️
25.) Look to your left, what to you see?
A plant 
26.) What chore do you hate the most?
If I have music, none of them. If I don’t have music, all of them.
27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?
I immediately think in Steve Irwin 😅
28.) What’s your favorite soda?
Coke 
29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?
I don’t usually eat fast food 
30.) What’s your favorite number?
3
31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?
My dad
32.) Favorite cut of beef?
Arrachera
33.) Last song you listened to?
24k Magic by Bruno Mars 
34.) Last book you read?
The Prague Cemetery by Umberto Eco 
35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?
Not really 😂
36.) Favorite day of the week?
Monday 
37.) How do you like your coffee?
With lots of cream & lots of sugar 
38.) Favorite pair of shoes?
Boots (of any kind)
39.) Time you normally wake up?
40.) Sunrise or sunsets?
Sunsets 
41.) How many blankets on your bed?
Two 
42.) Describe your kitchen plates?
Every plate is different, but they’re mainly white. 
43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?
It’s super clean.
44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?
Beer 
45.) Do you play cards?
Yes 
46.) What color is your car?
“Oxford gray”
47.) Can you change a tire?
I’ve never had to, but my dad taught me how, so in theory I should be able to do it. 🤷‍♀️
48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?
Baja California Sur or Oaxaca! ❤️
49.) Favorite job you’ve had?
I worked at a veterinarian hospital for a few months and it was so cool! It had so many specialities and you could see all types of patients and cases 😍
50.) How did you get your biggest scar?
My biggest scar is actually small. It’s in my arm and I got it when I was “practicing” parkour in my house. I tried to climb between two walls, I fell and then I scraped my arm. After that I put lemon on it it hurt as hell  and it got stuck on me forever. The end. 
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