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~♡~Dating the Mikaelsons~♡~

One-Shot Edition

18+ ---- {Masterlist}

♡A date with Klaus♡

After a long day at work, you just want to go home and relax. Fortunately Klaus knows exactly what you need to unwind.

In celebration of getting to one-hundred followers♡ I wrote some smutty one-shots based on my dating the mikaelsons headcanons.

♡ Thanks for all the love and support ♡

Warnings: smut, rough sex, biting, blowjobs, rim jobs, all the jobs...I firmly believe Klaus loves booty.

{Part Two -Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel} ♡ {Part Four - Elijah}

After an exceedingly long day, exhaustion had fully seeped into your bones, leaving you feeling burdened and emotionally numb. Exiting your workplace, you headed towards your car, desperate to get home and relax. Rifling through your bag for your keys, you extracted them along with a neatly folded piece of paper.

Intrigued, you unfolded it, revealing a charming sketch of your profile gazing out of a café window. The guy you were seeing must have snuck it into your bag. You smiled, the thoughtfulness of it warming your heart. You pulled out your phone, sending him a thank-you text.

You

"I found your drawing, thank you. I've had a tough day, and this made it a bit better."

Nik

"Which one?"

You paused. There had been multiple drawings? You hadn't seen anything else in your bag. You typed back a quick reply.

You

"There was more than one?"

Nik

"Maybe..."

You unlocked your car, climbing into the seat, closing the door behind you, and pulling your bag onto your lap.

Sure enough, there were several more folded pieces of paper. You pulled them all out and unfolded them. The first was an intricate study of the hands of a man and woman, fingers laced together, palms touching. The second was a silly doodle of you, looking grumpy and flipping off the viewer.

You giggled. It was actually a great likeness. The next one made you blush and look around. It was an illustration of the two of you, nude, kissing in an intimate position. Your face was obscured by his, but the details were quite erotic.

Your body flushed at the thought of him touching you; you hadn't even kissed yet, let alone seen each other naked.

You

"I found the other ones, very creative,"

Nik

"I'm glad you like them, are you busy tonight?"

You paused. What did he want to do? You had planned on vegging out and watching some mindless television. But that sounded incredibly dull.

You

"No, why?"

Nik

"Good. I'll pick you up,"

You sighed, leaning your head back against the seat, feeling the butterflies in your stomach start to flutter. You had a feeling you were going to be staying up late.

You had no idea where he was taking you; Klaus hadn’t given you any hints, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned.

You were sitting in the car with him, fidgeting with the hem of your dress. It was a beautiful evening, the sky painted a brilliant hue of purple and blue.

You glanced over at him, admiring how attractive he was. You knew that he was a vampire, a powerful one at that, but you didn't mind. You had known others, and none of them were dangerous. At least not to you.

"I thought we could take a walk; I want to show you some of my favorite places," he said as he drove.

"I would love to see them," you replied, smiling at him.

He parked the car, and the two of you climbed out, making your way down the street. It was a clear night, the air crisp and refreshing, and you could hear the sounds of traffic and the chatter of people from a distance.

Klaus walked close to you, his shoulder brushing against yours every few steps. His presence was soothing, and you felt comfortable with him. He casually took your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours.

You looked up at him and smiled. He returned the smile, squeezing your hand.

"This is the park I like to draw in," he explained. "It's quiet, and the light is beautiful in the morning."

The two of you walked, talking and enjoying the view. He seemed to know a lot about the city and pointed out different buildings, sharing stories from his past.

You found yourself growing more and more attracted to him, the more he shared about himself.

"What was it like here, one hundred years ago?" you asked.

"It was different, but not that much. There were fewer people, and the buildings weren't as tall. It was quieter, I suppose."

You nodded, enjoying the sound of his voice. You loved hearing him talk; his accent was so alluring. You walked in silence for a while, and then he led you over to a bench, and the two of you sat.

"Can I tell you a secret?" he asked.

"Of course." you replied, giving him a gentle smile.

"I love this city; I helped make it what it is, but as time passes, sometimes I feel like I'm a stranger here."

You nodded, understanding, "You must see time so differently from me," you mused. "I can't imagine how it must feel."

He was silent for a moment, his eyes staring out into the darkness.

"It can be lonely," he said, finally. "But with you, I don't feel that way."

You intertwined your fingers with his, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. He leaned in, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. His touch sent a shiver through you, and you found yourself wanting him.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours. He kissed you softly, his lips warm and inviting. You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. His hands wandered, caressing your back, and tangling in your hair.

You broke the kiss, looking into his pretty blue eyes, "Do you want to show me your place?" you asked, your voice a breathy whisper.

His eyes flashed, a smirk spreading across his face, "It would be my pleasure."

He took your hand, leading you back to the car. The drive to his place was filled with a heavy silence, both of you knowing what was about to happen.

You had seen the outside of the compound many times, but you had never been inside before; it was gorgeous, the décor was expensive and tasteful.

"Wow, your home is beautiful," you remarked, your heels clicking against the floor.

"Thank you," he said, smirking. "I decorated it myself."

The compound was quiet; everyone else was out or asleep. You followed him into his room, your heart racing.

He closed the door, turning to face you. He reached out, cupping your cheek. His touch was gentle and loving, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"You are so lovely," he murmured, his thumb stroking your skin.

You blushed, the heat rising in your cheeks. You placed your hands on his chest, running them up to his shoulders, feeling his muscles beneath his shirt.

You stepped closer, closing the distance between you. Your lips brushed against his, and you kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around you, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You moaned, your fingers digging into his shoulders. You pressed your body against his, feeling his hardness.

He pulled away, his eyes flashing yellow. He picked you up, carrying you over to the bed, laying you down gently. He climbed on top of you, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck and collarbone.

He lifted the dress off of you, tossing it aside. You laid there in nothing but your underwear, his gaze raking over your body.

"Nik," you breathed, your voice full of need.

He leaned down, his mouth on your breast, his tongue swirling over your nipple. You moaned, arching your back. You gasped, feeling his fingers sliding down your abdomen, and under the waistband of your panties.

"I've wanted this for so long," he whispered, his hands caressing your skin.

"So have I," you replied, lifting your head and pressing your lips to his.

His fingers circled your clit, eliciting moans from your lips. You closed your eyes, his touch was quickly driving you crazy, pushing you to the edge. He watched your face, a wicked grin on his lips.

"How do you like it, love?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive as his lips grazed your skin.

You blushed, heat pooling between your legs. "I like it a little rough," you breathed, the words tumbling out of your mouth.

"I always suspected you were a naughty girl," he whispered, as he nibbled at your ear. You gasped, pleasure coursing through you.

He began to move down your body, leaving a trail of soft bites and kisses. He paused at your breasts, sucking on your nipples, his tongue swirling around them. You moaned, squirming beneath him.

He continued down, his teeth grazing your skin. He hooked a finger under your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You were completely exposed to him now, a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Just beautiful," he breathed, as he dragged his teeth along your inner thigh.

He moved lower, kissing and licking your stomach. His hand slipped between your legs, his thumb grazing your clit.

"Nik," you moaned, your hands gripping his shoulders as he moved further down.

He removed his hand, his tongue taking its place. He licked and sucked on your clit, his hands pushed your thighs up, giving him more room. You bucked your hips, grinding against his mouth.

He chucked, the vibrations causing a wave of pleasure to course through you. He pushed his tongue inside of you, moving it in and out, his nose grazing your clit.

You moaned, your hands tangling in his curly hair. "Fuck," you breathed, as his tongue drove you closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue moved lower than you expected, teasing your ass. Your eyes widened, a thrill of strange pleasure running through you, your hips jumped and you instinctively tried to push away from him.

"Mmm, love," he whispered, "you like when I do that, don’t you?"

You blushed, heat rising in your cheeks. You nodded, biting your lip.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whimpered, your head falling back against the pillow.

He returned his tongue to your ass, teasing and probing it, sending sparks of pleasure through you. Pressing his thumb firmly against your clit, Klaus maintained a rhythm that matched the dance of his tongue. Circles and teasing strokes sent waves of pleasure through you, the combination of sensations leaving you breathless, gripping the sheets as you trembled underneath him. Just when you thought you couldn't take any more, he pushed his tongue in your ass just as he lightly pinched your clit and you cried out, your whole body shaking from the force of your orgasm.

You were spent and panting, gripping Klaus’s hair so hard you nearly tore it out. He chuckled and buried his face deeper in your ass, groaning in pleasure. He swirled his fingers around your clit, feeling how wet you were before he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, hitting your sweet spot.

"Fuck!" you moaned, unable to believe how good it felt. He smiled and continued his assault, pumping his fingers in and out while keeping his mouth busy. His grip on you was almost painful as he held your hips in place, burying his face between your cheeks, his tongue deep inside you.

The soft, wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy mingled with his labored breathing. He pushed them in deeper, fucking you harder, each thrust making you moan uncontrollably. You were in a state of pure ecstasy, your whole body tingling, every inch of you vibrating with pleasure. You could feel his groans and grunts reverberating through you, and you pushed against him, desperate for more.

The pressure built inside you until you felt like you were about to explode. You pulled on his hair, pushing back against him with everything you had as you reached your climax. Your whole body trembled as you came, your orgasm washing over you in waves of pure bliss. The sound of his groans as he devoured you filled the room, adding to your ecstasy.

You slumped against the bed, a trembling wreck. Klaus withdrew, leaving you feeling empty, but sated. He wiped his mouth and chin and grinned, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. He kissed his way back up your body, his hands caressing your skin.

"No one's ever done that for you before?" he asked, his eyes dark with desire.

You shook your head, blushing.

"Good," he replied, he hovered over you, giving you a mischievous grin. Your fingers trailed down his chest then towards his stomach, tugging at his shirt. He lifted his arms, allowing you to remove it. Your hands explored his body, fingers tracing over his muscles, committing him to memory. He smiled, enjoying your touch as you placed soft kisses on his chest, looking up into his eyes.

He leaned down, his lips capturing yours. His kisses were hungry and desperate, his hands squeezing your curves. You grasped at his belt, unbuckling it, and pulling it off. You reached into his pants, wrapping your hand around his cock, smirking as he lets out a low moan. You began to stroke him, feeling him grow harder, maintaining eye contact as you watched him groan with pleasure.

"Love," he panted, his voice thick with arousal.

"Can I taste you?" you ask, your breath ghosting over him. He nods in response, his hips bucking as you continue to stroke him.

He moved on to his back, keeping his eyes fixed on you as you lay kisses down his neck and chest, the feeling of your warm lips making him pant. Your hand never left his cock, never once slowing, and he watched as you used your other hand to gently pinch his nipple, making him hiss out a breath, his teeth clamping together. You felt empowered as you watched him melt under your touch, the big bad hybrid brought to his knees with just your hands. You trailed your tongue from his chest, lower, and lower, not even trying to hide how much you were enjoying his responses.

You finally reached his cock, settling yourself between his legs and looking up at him with innocent, doe eyes. You smirked, holding his gaze as you gripped his cock and slid the head between your parted lips, swirling your tongue around his tip, eliciting a deep guttural groan from him. You lowered yourself down on his throbbing length, taking as much of him as you could handle. Then you slowly pulled off, his cock wet with your saliva, and he moaned, his hands fisting the sheets.

"Do you like that, Nik?" You asked in your most innocent tone. Giving the head of his cock kitten licks as you watched his face.

"Yes," he moaned, his hips jerking. You plunged him into your mouth again, and took him deeper than before. He moaned and thrust his hips up as you worked him with your mouth, his hand coming to tangle in your hair, guiding you. You teased him with your tongue, licking and flicking it over the veins, taking him deep into your mouth and then pulling off with a pop.

"What about this?" You asked, teasing him some more, relishing in the power you had over him. You felt a surge of heat and wetness pool between your thighs, anticipating what he was going to do to you if you pushed him too far.

He growled in frustration and grabbed your hair roughly, pushing your head down on his cock, holding you in place as he thrusted into your mouth. You reached between his legs, stroking his balls, and he groaned, his grip on your hair tightening.

You continued to bob up and down on his cock, loving the way his hips jerked as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. You could feel his balls tighten, and you knew he was about to come.

You pushed your head all the way down, your nose pressing into his pelvis, you let out a soft hum, pushing him over the edge. He let out a low groan as he came, his cum spilling down your throat, you swallowed every last drop.

He released his grip, and you pulled off his cock, gasping for air. You held out your tongue to him, showing him you swallowed it all, and he let out a low, primal growl, snatching you by your hair and crashing his lips against yours. You breathed heavily, your heart pounding as you kissed him back, feeling the stubble scratch at your chin.

His hands slid down to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips and suddenly you were across the room, pressed against the wall, you let out a shocked gasp, clinging to his shoulders. He gripped the backs of your thighs and hiked your legs around his waist, using one hand to tease his cock up and down your entrance.

"Nik," you whispered, your voice full of surprise and desire.

"Have you ever been bitten?" He asked, you could feel his warm breath against your neck.

"No, I've never been with a vampire before," you replied breathlessly, gazing at him from under your eyelashes. You felt a rush of excitement and your legs started to tremble.

He raised one eyebrow and a sexy, playful grin formed on his lips. "I'm a hybrid, love, far superior," he teased, kissing your neck softly, then tracing your jugular with his tongue.

You moaned, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you still as he scraped his fangs over your skin. He slowly pushed himself into you, and you threw your head back, moaning as his thick, hard cock stretched you open.

"Fuck," you moaned, as his lips captured yours. He kissed you with such ferocity, sucking on your bottom lip, it was almost violent, and you loved it. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging on it, feeling him groan into the kiss, causing his thrusts to speed up and intensify. You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, urging him on. You bit your lip to suppress your moan, knowing someone could be in the compound.

"Don't be shy, sweetheart," he teased, his pretty accent giving you goosebumps as he continued thrusting into you, "It's just us. I want to hear you."

You flushed and tried to stay quiet, but the things he was doing to you had you moaning, crying out, and begging for more. You buried your face in his neck, biting down on his shoulder, the pleasure overwhelming you.

"Fuck, yes, bite me, love," he encouraged, his hips snapping into yours.

You obeyed, biting down harder, hoping to leave a mark. You gasped, your jaw going slack as his fucked you senseless against the wall. Your head was swimming, and all you could focus on was the feel of his cock buried inside you, and the iron grip he had on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin so hard you knew they would leave bruises.

He pounded into you, his lips finding yours, swallowing your moans. He broke the kiss, his voice hoarse, "So pretty and all mine," he murmured, his eyes meeting yours, full of adoration.

"Nik," you breathed, his name sounding like a prayer on your lips.

He moved a hand up, wrapping it around your throat, gently squeezing, restricting your breathing. You moaned, a shot of adrenaline mixed with pleasure coursing through you. He increased his pace, and you knew he was close, his cock swelling, his pace becoming erratic.

"Are you gonna come for me, love?" he whispered, fucking you harder.

You couldn't answer, his grip on your throat was too tight, but he growled, sensing your closeness. He ground his pelvis into your clit, sending you over the edge. Your whole body was trembling as you came, pulsating around him, he growled, sinking his fangs into your neck, the sharp pain only adding to the intensity of the orgasm.

You felt the blood rush out of your neck, the orgasm ripping through you in waves, his hips never slowed, still fucking you hard, his cock throbbing as he continued to drink your blood. You cried out as his thrusts became frantic, his pace inhumanly fast and you knew he was about to come. As your orgasm started to ebb, you felt his cock pulse, and his release spilled inside of you.

He retracted his fangs, pressing his lips to the wounds and began to place soft kisses along your neck, his hips jerking as he rode out the last of his climax. You clung to him, your whole body throbbing as your orgasm finally began to subside, and you felt weak, your strength gone. He groaned, pressing his forehead to yours, panting heavily.

"Bloody hell," he said between breaths, giving you a wild smile as he kissed you. His hand moved to the side of your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. He carried you to the bed, laying you down gently. You sighed, closing your eyes, feeling his weight on top of you.

"That was incredible, love," he whispered, placing kisses on your jawline. You lay there, panting, enjoying the post-orgasmic glow, letting his lips wander.

"Enjoy yourself?" he teased, rolling off of you and pulling you into his arms, your head resting on his chest.

"Very much," you replied, turning your head to kiss him.

"Good, because we're not finished yet."

You giggled. "We aren't?"

"Not even close, love."

{Part Two -Kol} ♡ {Part Three - Marcel} ♡ {Part Four - Elijah}

Authors Note: I find calling him Nik really hot... anyone else?

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doctorbitchcrxft · 15 days

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Hook Man | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, mentions of religious trauma/parental abuse

Word Count: 4869

A/N: Guys. We hit a bit of a milestone earlier in the week. Just wanted to say in celebration that I am so beyond grateful for all of your love and support. I'm so glad you guys are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it! Giving big big kisses to all of you!!! Taglist is open!!

Edit: Hey.... I suck I forgot to add the taglist when I published. So sorry!!! fixed now!!!!

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You and Dean were sat at an outdoor cafe; coffee cups in hand. He was clacking away at his laptop while you wrote in your journal. You wrote your excerpt on the shapeshifter next to a drawing of Dean’s necklace.

“Is that…?” Dean asked, pointing to your journal.

You nodded.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” he said.

“No offense, lovebug, but you don’t know much of anything about me,” you retorted.

He scoffed. “Will you take the compliment and be quiet?”

“I didn’t hear a compliment,” you giggled. “Well, maybe in ‘Dean Winchester Land’ it was a compliment.”

“Oh, shut up,” he responded playfully.

Sam hung up the payphone he was standing in and came back over to your table.

“Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin’ cold over here, Francis,” Dean jabbed at his brother.

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” you told him.

“So, anything?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam huffed. “I had ‘em check the FBI’s Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Does fitting Dad’s description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations.”

“Sam, I’m tellin’ ya, I don’t think Dad wants to be found.”

Sam looked disappointed.

“Check this out.” Dean turned his laptop around to you and Sam. “It’s a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It’s only about a hundred miles from here.”

“Thank god, a short trip,” you sighed.

“ ‘The mutilated body was found near the victim’s car, parked on 9 Mile Road,’ “ Sam read from the article.

“Keep reading.” Dean nodded at his laptop.

“ ‘Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.’ “

That last line caught your attention. “Could be something interesting.”

“Or it could be nothing at all,” Sam protested. “One freaked out witness who didn’t see anything? Doesn’t mean it’s the Invisible Man.”

“But what if it is? Dad would check it out,” Dean responded.

***

The one hundred mile drive concluded with the boys dropping you off at a sorority house.

“Remind me why I have to play barbies for the week again?” you asked.

“Because this is Lori Sorensen’s sorority house; the witness from the killing,” Sam replied.

“Great,” you mumbled.

“Have fun making s’mores and singing campfire songs,” Dean remarked.

“Bite me,” you snarked. “You’re going to a frat, though, Steve McQueen, so I wouldn’t be so cocky.”

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” he grumbled.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” you said and shouldered your duffel bag. You bid them goodbye and reluctantly marched up to the door of the sorority house.

A girl with long, dark curls opened the door. “Hi,” she said. “Can I… help you?”

“Yeah, I’m (Y/N),” you explained. “I’m your sorority sister from Ohio State. Do you guys have an extra bed I could sleep in? I just transferred here.”

“Sure,” she grinned. “I’m Taylor, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you.”

She led you inside and introduced you to Lori Sorensen. She was a sweet girl; very naive and a little stuck-up. Taylor seemed a little more like a party girl, but still relatively tame. You decided you could gel with these girls for the time being.

They told you they were headed to Sunday service at Lori’s father’s church and invited you to go with them. You obliged.

In the middle of the introductory rites, you heard the heavy church door slam shut. Your head swiveled to find Sam and Dean frozen and looking guilty. You scoffed amusedly and rolled your eyes, turning your attention forward for the rest of the service.

Taylor invited you and Lori out to a party after the service, but Lori said she couldn’t. Her father had dinner with her every Sunday since her mother passed away. She and Taylor hugged and Taylor bid you goodbye before heading off.

Sam and Dean came over to you and Lori.

“Guys!” you said excitedly. “Sam, Dean, this is Lori.” You introduced her to them. “They’re my friends from Ohio. They transferred with me.”

“I saw you inside,” she told them.

“We don’t wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…”

Dean cut his brother off. “We wanted to say how sorry we were.”

You knew where this was going; he was cruising for another hookup.

“I kind of know what you’re going through,” Sam broke back in. “I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It’s something you don’t forget.”

Lori nodded slightly. Just then, her father came up to your group.

“Dad, um, this is Sam, Dean, and (Y/N). They’re new students.”

Dean shook the reverend’s hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon.”

“Thank you very much,” he smiled. “It’s so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord’s message.”

“Yes, sir,” you replied and began leading him away from Sam and Lori. “Actually, we’re looking for a new church group…”

***

Later that day, you and the boys were sitting together in the local library. Sam relayed to you what Lori had told him about the passing of the guy she was with.

“So, you believe her?” Dean asked him.

“I do,” he nodded.

“Yeah, I think she’s hot, too.” Dean smirked at him.

“You think almost everything with a vagina and legs is hot, Dean,” you remarked.

“Not you,” he jabbed back, still smirking.

You clutched a hand to your chest. “I’m hurt, you dick.”

He rolled his eyes at you.

“Can we focus, please?” Sam broke in. “There’s something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car.”

“Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the—”

Sam cut you off. “Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend.”

“That’s one of the most famous urban legends ever,” Dean added. “You don’t think that we’re dealing with the Hook Man.”

“Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began,” said Sam.

“Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?”

“Well, maybe the Hook Man isn’t a man at all. What if it’s some kind of spirit?”

You had the librarian bring over boxes of arrest records. The three of you poured through pages upon pages for hours.

“Hey, check this out. 1862,” Sam said finally. “A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, ‘some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh.’ “

“Get this, the murder weapon?” Dean was looking at another page. “Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook.”

You pointed to a page in Sam’s book. “Look where all this happened. Nine Mile Road.”

“Same place where the frat boy was killed,” Sam chimed in.

“Nice job, Dr. Venkamen and Annie Potts. Let’s check it out,” the older brother quipped.

The three of you headed to Nine Mile Road. Dean parked off the road in a clearing in the woods. He popped the trunk and handed Sam a shotgun. “Here you go.”

“If it is a spirit, buckshot won’t do much good,” Sam said.

“Yeah, rock salt. It won’t kill ‘em. But it’ll slow ‘em down.” Dean led the three of you through the clearing.

“That’s pretty good. You and Dad think of this?”

“I told you. You don’t have to be a college graduate to be a genius.”

“Cool it, Winchester. You and your daddy aren’t the first people to think of rock salt bullets.” You loaded your own gun with shells of your own.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“They’re a bitch to roll,” you said.

“Oh, one hundred percent,” he remarked.

You suddenly heard rustling in the bushes.

“Over there,” you whispered to Sam. The two of you aimed your guns and cocked it.

The “ghost” came out from behind the trees. A sheriff.

‘Dammit.’

“Put the gun down now!” he yelled. “Now! Put your hands behind your head.”

“Wait, wait, okay!” Dean told him.

You immediately dropped your gun and put your hands up.

“Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!”

You three obeyed.

“Now get down on your bellies,” he commanded. “Come on, do it!”

“Are you just on a power trip or something? ‘Cause— ah!” you were cut off by a sharp kick to the shin from Sam.

The sheriff brought the three of you into the station. It was early the next morning by the time you were able to leave.

“Saved your asses!” Dean jeered. “Talked the sheriff down to a fine. I am Matlock.”

“How was it that you were left in charge of talking him down?” You raised a brow at him. “And how in the fuck did you do it?”

“Sweetheart, this may surprise you, but I’m good at my job. And I told him Sam was a dumbass pledge, you were his girlfriend we’d dragged along, and we were hazing you.”

You and Sam both recoiled at the idea of dating each other.

“First of all, ew,” you started, “No offense, Sam.”

“None taken.”

“But what about the shotguns?”

“I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank.”

“And he believed you?” you asked incredulously.

“Well, Sam looks like a dumbass pledge.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You stuck your tongue out at Sam.

Moments later, several officers ran out of the building to their cruisers. Barely needing to share a look with the boys, you hurried into the car and sped away to follow them.

You could see Lori wrapped in a disposable blanket in front of the sorority house you were staying in. You weren’t exactly sure what was going on, but you had no doubt that it was another murder. The stretcher carrying a body bag rolling out of the front door affirmed that thought seconds later.

Dean parked the Impala around the back of the house.

“Why would the Hook Man come here?” Sam asked as the three of you crept around the building. “This is a long way from Nine Mile Road.”

“Maybe he’s not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it’s about something else,” Dean suggested.

You pulled his arm back seconds later to avoid being seen by your “sorority sisters.” You used the fact that you had now pretty much pulled yourself in front of him to allow you to lead the way up to the second floor.

While Dean made a stupid joke about a naked pillow fight, Sam was busy giving you a boost before climbing up himself. You looked back down at the ground to see Dean struggling to find his footing.

“Need help?” you smirked.

“No,” he grumbled.

“I think you do.”

“No, I don’t.”

You waited patiently, leaning your head in your hands on the railing of the balcony and smiling down at him. He struggled for a few more moments before he conceded. All he did was open and close his hand he was extending upwards, similar to a toddler asking to be picked up.

“What’s the magic word?” you sing-songed.

“Come on!” he hissed. “Please?”

“There we go,” you smiled. You dug your heels into the ground and pulled him up.

You then realized the window you were entering was the one in Lori and Taylor’s closet. You hoped to god in that moment that Taylor wasn’t the one dead.

Your fears were realized, however, when you entered Lori and Taylor’s room to find the words “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?” crudely etched into the wall above Taylor’s blood soaked bed. You didn’t exactly get attached to people on hunts, but seeing good people die was never easy for you. It didn’t get easier. Your dad would call you soft, but you always liked to look at your compassion as a strength.

“ ‘Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?’ That’s right out of the legend,” Sam whispered.

“Yeah, that’s classic Hook Man all right.” Dean tapped his nose as he spoke. “It’s definitely a spirit.”

“Yeah, I’ve never smelled ozone this strong before,” Sam muttered.

“(Y/N), you okay?” Dean asked you.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah. Fine. It’s just… look at this symbol.” You were referencing the one beneath the writing. “Does that look familiar to you?”

Your head jerked toward the sound of footsteps approaching. You quickly shooed Sam and Dean back into the closet and out of the house. Thankfully, you made it back to the car without being seen. You pulled the copy you’d made at the library of one of the pages on Jacob Karns out of the backseat. That was where you had seen the cross symbol; on Karns’s hook.

You showed it to the boys. “Told ya.”

“Alright, let’s find the dude’s grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down,” Dean said.

Sam took the page from your hand. “ ‘After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.’ “ He flicked the page with his finger, looking aggravated; as were you and Dean.

“Super,” the older brother muttered.

“Ok. So we know it’s Jacob Karns. But we still don’t know where he’ll manifest next. Or why,” Sam pointed out.

“I could just be spitballing here, but Lori definitely has something to do with it,” you said, looking up at the sorority house.

***

You managed to get into a party at the fraternity house Sam and Dean were staying in later that night. Dean had been busy mingling with thin college girls dressed in mini skirts while Sam stuck to the outside wall. You bounced around from talking to Sam and hustling some of the drunk frat guys in multiple rounds of pool.

The three of you reunited around the pool table you’d been dominating that night.

“Man, you’ve been holding out on me,” Dean told Sam. “This college thing is awesome!” He smiled and winked at a passing girl.

Sam looked intensely uncomfortable. “This wasn’t really my experience.”

“Let me guess. Libraries, studying, straight A’s?”

Sam nodded. You chortled.

“What a geek. Alright, you do your homework?”

“Yeah. It was bugging me, right? So how is the Hook Man tied up with Lori? So I think I came up with something.” Sam unfolded a piece of paper.

“1932. Clergyman arrested for murder. 1967. Seminarian held in hippie rampage,” Dean read.

Your eyebrows knitted together.

“There’s a pattern here,” Sam explained. “In both cases, the suspect was a man of religion who openly preached against immorality. And then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible force. Killings carried out— get this— with a sharp instrument.”

“What’s the connection to Lori?” Dean asked.

“Her dad. Man of religion who openly preaches against immorality,” you pointed out. “Maybe this time, though, instead of saving the whole town, he’s just trying to save his kid.”

“Reverend Sorensen,” Dean tsked. “You think he’s summoning the spirit?”

“Maybe it’s like when a poltergeist can haunt a person instead of a place,” you suggested.

“Yeah, the spirit latches onto the reverend’s repressed emotions, feeds off them, yeah, okay.”

“Without the reverend ever even knowing it,” Sam chimed in.

“Either way, you should keep an eye on Lori tonight,” Dean told his brother.

“What about you?”

Dean looked over to the opposite side of the pool table where the blonde you’d been playing with smiled at him. He reluctantly said, “(Y/N) and I are gonna go see if we can find that unmarked grave.”

“We are? I wanted to play more eight-ball,” you told him.

He looked back over at the blonde, back at you, and shook his head in disappointment. “C’mon. I’m not happy about it either.”

***

“Are you sure you don’t wanna go back?” you asked Dean as the two of you trudged through the Old North Cemetery. You were holding shovels and flashlights searching for the grave of Jacob Karns.

He shot you a look.

“I know, I know, I’m kidding,” you laughed. “But seriously. Now that we’re… acquaintances, we should go out to a bar sometime. Preferably one with a pool table.”

“That’d be cool, actually,” he said, smirking at you. “You’re pretty good.”

“What, at pool?”

He nodded. “I could probably still kick your ass, though.”

“You’re on, pretty boy.”

He stopped and turned to you. “Don’t objectify me.”

“What?” you asked, stopping next to him. “You know you’re gorgeous. You frequently use it to your advantage.” You marched on.

You smiled when you heard him mutter, “You are so confusing, woman.”

You walked for a few more minutes before your flashlight landed on a grave marked with that cross symbol from Taylor’s room. “Jackpot.”

You and Dean set to work exhuming Jacob’s corpse. Your back and shoulders ached more and more the deeper you dug. “How fucking far down is six feet?” you remarked breathlessly.

“I don’t know, but next time, I get to watch the cute girl’s house,” he replied.

“Aw, you don’t wanna spend quality time with this cute girl?” you asked playfully.

He eyed you strangely with a lopsided smile.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. You’re just funny,” he told you.

You smiled back and got back to digging. Your shovel finally hit the wooden box lying below. You broke through it to reveal his corpse. Or at least, what remained of it.

“Hello, preacher,” Dean said. He threw his shovel aside and helped you out of the hole you had dug. After he had climbed out, you poured salt and lighter fluid all over the bones.

“Goodbye, preacher.” Dean threw a match down into the grave.

Your nose twisted up in disgust. “I will never get used to that smell.”

“What, burnt, hundred-year-old preacher? Me neither.”

You and Dean packed up and headed back to the car that was parked in the cemetery’s parking lot. Your body was exhausted.

“Um, weird question,” you started.

He turned to you and threw his shovel and duffel bag in the trunk.

“You think we could sleep in your car for a bit? I’m running on two days of no sleep.”

He shrugged. “I don’t see why not. It should all be over now and Sam should be layin’ it down with Lori.”

And so, you did. You stretched out over the backseat, and Dean laid down on the front. A few moments of silence passed between the two of you, and strangely, you no longer felt tired. You supposed it was the strangeness of the situation. You were now sharing a somewhat intimate moment with a man you despised just weeks prior. You weren’t quite sure where your relationship with Dean was heading, and that bothered you a bit.

“Dean?”

“Hm.”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

***

Four hours of shut-eye later, you felt recharged. You awoke to the sound of Dean’s phone vibrating over which Sam told you to meet him at a hospital.

“Hospital? Why? Is he okay?” you asked Dean, climbing over the front seat to sit shotgun.

“I think so, but he said the reverend’s hurt.”

About fifteen minutes later, you were walking down a long corridor only to be stopped by two cops in wide-brimmed hats.

The sheriffs put a hand to Dean’s chest to stop him.

“No, it’s alright, we’re with him. He’s my brother,” he explained. “Hey! Brother!” he called, waving dorkishly at Sam.

“Let them through.”

“Thanks.”

You and Dean began walking toward Sam, who met you in the middle.

“You okay?” Dean asked.

“Yeah,” sighed Sam.

“What the hell happened?”

“Hook Man.”

You looked incredulous. “You saw him?”

“Damn right. Why didn’t you torch the bones?” Sam responded.

“We did,” you rebutted, confused. “You sure it’s the spirit of Jacob Karns?”

“It sure as hell looked like him,” Sam returned. “And that’s not all. I don’t think the spirit is latching on to the reverend.”

“Well, duh, he wouldn’t send Hook Man after himself,” you remarked.

“I think it’s latching onto Lori. Last night she found out her father is having an affair with a married woman.” He whispered that last part.

“Damn.” You gritted your teeth. “I could see how that could upset her.”

Sam nodded. “She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished.”

“Ok, so she’s conflicted,” Dean chimed in. “And the spirit of Preacher Karns is latching on to repress the emotions and maybe he’s doing the punishing for her, huh?”

“Right,” the younger brother nodded. “Rich comes on too strong, Taylor tries to make her into a party girl, Dad has an affair.”

“Remind me not to piss this girl off,” Dean muttered. “But we burned those bones, buried them in salt, why didn’t that stop him?”

“We must’ve missed something,” you said.

“No, we burned everything in that coffin.”

“Did you get the hook?” Sam asked the two of you.

Realization struck you. “Fuck,” you grumbled. “No.”

“Why does that matter?” Dean asked.

“Well, it was the murder weapon, and in a way, it was part of him,” Sam told him.

“So, like the bones, the hook is a source of his power.”

“So if we find the hook—”

The three of you finished Sam’s sentence in unison, grinning. “We stop the Hook Man.”

“Well, back to the drawing board,” you said as the three of you began walking away from the reverend’s hospital room.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked.

“Do you know where the hook is?” you raised your eyebrows at him.

He said nothing.

“Exactly,” you giggled.

***

Your next stop was the library for the second time this hunt. As much as you liked to read, obnoxious amounts of research was not your thing. Finally, you thought you’d found something. “Log book, Iowa State Penitentiary. ‘Karns, Jacob. Personal effects: disposition thereof.’ “

“Does it mention the hook?” Sam asked you.

“I don’t know. ‘Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner’s house of worship, St. Barnabas Church,’ “ you read aloud. “That’s where Lori’s dad preaches.”

“Where Lori lives, too?” Sam asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

“Maybe that’s why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverends’ daughters for the past two hundred years,” Dean added.

“Yeah, but I think someone would’ve noticed a blood-stained, silver-handled hook hangin’ around the church or Lori’s house.”

Dean pulled out another book and slapped it down in front of you. “Check the church records.”

Sam pulled the book to sit between the two of you. You and he flipped through pages upon pages of records before he found something. “ ‘St. Barnabas donations, 1862. Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary. Reforged.’ “ He sighed. “They melted it down. Made it into something else.”

“Goddammit,” you grumbled.

Later that night, you and the boys returned to St. Barnabas Church. Dean shouldered a duffel bag and began leading you to the church. Sam followed close behind.

“Alright, we can’t take any chances,” the older brother began. “Anything silver goes in the fire.”

“I agree. So, Lori’s still at the hospital. We’ll have to break in,” Sam added.

“Okay, take your pick,” you told him.

“I’ll take the house,” Sam responded.

“Dean and I will take the church, then.”

“We will?” the older brother asked.

“Yup.”

You led Dean up to the church. He called back to his brother. “Hey. Stay out of her underwear drawer.”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and giggled.

You took the top floor of the church while Dean scoured the basement. The two of you, along with Sam, met up in the furnace room.

“I got everything that even looked silver,” Sam told you.

“Better safe than sorry,” Dean said.

Your head turned upward at the sound of footsteps. You could hear Dean taking his gun from his jacket as you grabbed yours.

“Move, move,” Dean told you quietly.

You crept up the stairs as quietly as possible. When you got back to the ground floor, you could see Lori hunched over, her shoulders shaking. You lowered your gun and lightly pushed Sam forward. He shot you a look, but headed over to Lori anyway. You and Dean went back downstairs to continue melting the silver.

“I feel for her,” you said quietly. “I know how much religion can fuck you up.” Silver clanked against the coals in the furnace as you spoke.

Dean turned his head to you. “You do?”

You nodded. “I’ve watched so many people go through crisis after crisis when their loved ones end up dead.”

“Me too,” he said earnestly. “Probably why I don’t pray.”

“Well, it’s a little difficult to believe in a higher power when all day, everyday is blood, guts, and monsters,” you remarked.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I don’t know if I’ve met one religious hunter.”

“I have,” you said. “My mom.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She was somehow still convinced of ‘God’s plan.’ “

“Catholic?”

“Oh, very.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he replied playfully.

“Yeah, me too,” you smiled. “My dad wasn’t, but, uh, he had his… other issues.”

Before he could ask further questions, you heard commotion upstairs. It sounded like running heading toward the opposite side of the basement.

“C’mon,” Dean urged, sprinting out of the furnace room with his gun in hand. You followed closely behind. You could hear the breaking of boards and slamming of what you assumed were bodies that practically shook the walls that got louder as you got closer. Sam was maneuvering himself behind the Hook Man’s clunkily-moving apparition.

Dean gruffly called to his brother, “Sam, drop!”

His brother obeyed and Dean shot the Hook Man, who disappeared.

“I thought we got all the silver,” you said.

“So did I,” the older brother answered.

“Then why is he still here?” Sam’s voice was frantic.

“Well, maybe we missed something!”

You looked around and noticed Lori’s cross necklace. “Lori, where did you get that chain?”

“My father gave it to me,” she responded nervously.

“Where’d your dad get it?” Sam asked.

“He said it was a church heirloom,” she answered quickly. “He gave it to me when I started school.”

“Is it silver?!”

“Yes!”

Sam ripped the chain off her and threw it to you. You caught it with ease and went to start running back down the hall when the invisible Hook Man started dragging his hook along the wall.

You threw Sam your gun and started running down another corridor you hoped would bring you to the same destination. You could vaguely hear Dean say to his brother, “I’ll cover (Y/N), shoot anything that moves!” before you heard approaching quick footsteps behind you.

You sprinted down winding hallways and thankfully quickly made it to the furnace room. You threw the necklace into the fire and watched as it slowly began to melt. “C’mon, c’mon,” you muttered anxiously. It took longer than you would’ve liked, but the cross broke off the necklace and burned into ash. As soon as it did, you and Dean ran back to the latter’s brother to make sure the ghost was gone. Thankfully, he had, but Sam seemed injured. He was clutching his left shoulder and wincing.

You called the police to the scene and urged them to send an ambulance. They arrived in no time, and Sam was able to get his injury patched up.

“And you saw him, too?” A sheriff was asking you and writing in a notepad. “The man with the hook?”

“Yeah, we all saw him,” you responded. “We fought him off and then he ran.”

“And that’s all?” The sheriff was skeptical.

“Yes, sir.”

“Listen. You and those two boys—”

Dean came up behind you and answered for you. “Oh, don’t worry, we’re leaving town.”

You laughed at his response. Sam and Lori talking near the ambulance caught your eye. You continued watching them in the rearview mirror once you’d gotten in the backseat of the car. Sam soon left Lori, who looked after him sadly, and stooped down into the car.

“We could stay,” Dean suggested.

You could tell Sam wanted to, but he shook his head. A deflated air had settled over the car, but you knew the younger Winchester wasn’t ready for anything yet. He’d been dating Jessica for a year and a half and had just lost her less than four months ago. You knew he needed more time. The best way you knew to comfort him was to wrap your hands around his shoulders gently, minding his injury, from your place in the backseat. He tensed for a moment, but allowed you to hug him nonetheless. He responded by holding your arm with his good hand. And for a moment, if you closed your eyes, it was almost like hugging Steven again.

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seresinhangmanjake · 12 days

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Stolen Angel - Part 4

Demon!Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: You thought you were having a one-night stand with some random, normal guy. Turns out he’s a winged, demon-like stalker who has been obsessed with you for years.

Warnings/Notes: Jake is a little dark. Kidnapping. Manipulation. Obsessive behavior. I’m sure there are typos. This used to be a different fic for August Walker, so if you see it, it’s fine. I wrote that one too.

Words: 1793

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“You didn't eat.”

You don’t flinch at the intrusion of his voice, not this time. While it was peaceful without his deep tone in your ear, you knew him finding you was inevitable, and honestly, you’re surprised it took him this long. Although, it’s possible that he didn’t need to find you at all; he could have been watching you from afar. Just because you haven’t seen his face in almost twenty-four hours doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen yours, and you’ve certainly provided him with an unobstructed view. But then you wonder why he hasn’t dragged you back to your room.

You weren’t going to run. You just needed to see it, feel it, for yourself. Maybe that’s why he’s let you be; why he’s not scolding you until your brain melts. Maybe he knows that you won’t have logic overpowering your emotions when it comes to this, because even if you had some semblance of which direction to go in, you wouldn’t know what to do once you got there. To be anywhere other than here, like it or not you need him. You need his guidance and support, and worst of all, his permission.

“I ate some of it,” you confess.

“Not enough,” he says.

When he steps in front of you, his body eclipses the sun. The field around you untouched by his shadow still radiates its vibrant shades while you sit in the darkness he is creating. You look up, and his blond hair is glowing almost blindly from the backlight of the sun.

“Why are you out here, Angel?”

You turn your attention to your hand that’s nestled in the grass. “I had to see if it was real,” you say softly as you twirl your finger around a green blade.

He hums. “And are you satisfied with what you've found?”

Satisfied? You could scoff. What a foolish question; a disrespectful question. You can’t be satisfied with what you don’t understand. Feeling the dirt between your fingers and toes doesn’t provide you with the wealth of clarity he has been denying you. Clarity that you’re owed.

“Come on,” he says at your lack of reply, reaching out a hand. “Out of the grass.”

“Tell me what this place is,” you say.

“I can explain it to you later. You’re not completely healed and we need to—”

“No,” you snap, meeting his eyes. “Now. Explain it to me now.”

Jake sighs, his hand dropping back to his side. “Angel—”

“I could become a lot more difficult, you know.”

He lets out a huff of a chuckle. Little crinkles form in the corners of his eyes. “Yes, I do know.”

“Then tell me.”

His smile settles. He mutters something under his breath before he glances over your head to the structure behind you. When you turn to get a look at what has stolen his attention, you find only an empty doorway.

“You want me to like you, don’t you?” you ask, knowing that will draw him back to you.

A blond brow raises in curiosity and suspicion. “This will make you like me?”

“It would help,” you lie. “The truth is important to me, and I don’t understand how you can expect me to want to be here if I have no clue what ‘here’ is.”

As he bites the inside of his cheek, you begin to worry that the promise of your affection is not a strong enough offer—that he might want more than just your words, he’ll want proof that you intend to follow through with what you say by your actions—but then he turns where he stands and lowers himself into the grass beside you. He’s close, and when his wing brushes over yours as he makes himself comfortable, he’s quick to pull it away, as if your feathers could set his aflame.

Clearing his throat, he runs a hand through his hair before he rests his elbows on his bent knees. “It’s called The Tower,” he eventually says. “It was a prison, technically, until about two months ago.”

“A prison,” you repeat. “How fitting.”

He shoots you a look. You’ve offended him and you need to reign yourself in. “If you bothered to behave, it wouldn’t have to feel like one,” he informs you.

You hold back from rolling your eyes. You’re the textbook definition of a prisoner and you both know it. He can deny it to your face all he wants, but you have a right to feel like this place is a prison, even if it doesn’t exactly have the look of a prison. At least, not where you’re from. You don’t know of many ‘cells’ that include wardrobes, open windows, double beds with thick coverings, and fireplaces. Before you left your room you were imagining many possibilities for the cage you’ve been kept in, but among those were large estate or small castle, not a home for the naughty winged people.

“It’s awfully fancy for a prison,” you say.

“Our offenses weren’t so horrible.”

Our?

Your brows almost shoot off your forehead until you take a half-second to soak it in and then accept the shame of being shocked. “Of course, you’re a criminal,” you say, nodding to yourself. “Did you kidnap a few other innocents and turn them into monsters, too?”

Jake doesn’t look you in the eye as he swallows hard, so you turn your head back to the horizon. “You’re not a monster, Angel. You’re perfect,” he tells you, then shakes his head. “But no. There were no others. I broke a rule—the same rule—a few times, which got me three separate six-month sentences in five years. Four months into my last one, the prison was dissolved here and set up elsewhere. Everyone was released; I stayed.”

Your brow pinches. “Why would you stay in the place you were captive?”

“I liked my room—well, your room right now. I liked the view. I thought it would be a good place for us once you joined me,” he says. “Secluded. Intimate.”

Stomach flipping, your heartbeat gives a sharp thud. Instinctually, you think to move away, make an early retreat back to your room, but for once he’s actually answering your questions and you can’t sacrifice that in case you’re never given the same chance.

“What was the rule that you broke?” you ask.

“Out past curfew, so to speak.”

“Out where?”

Jake goes silent, contemplating, then he says, “That's enough for now.”

But it’s not enough for you. “Out where?” you press to no response, so with a huff, you push off the ground to stand.

He grabs your wrist as you’re about to take a step. “Sit,” he says. “I'll tell you if you stay.”

Subtly smirking at the win, you return to the grass.

Jake blows out a breath. “The Below,” he tells you.

“The Below…” You roll the words around on your tongue. They mean nothing to you until Jake makes a face like he might come to regret what he’s just done, and then they mean everything. “My world?”

Jake groans. “How many times do I have to tell you that that is not your—”

“You were there more than just that one time?” you interrupt, stunned that you momentarily forgot that your home is where he met you. It must have been the anger or fear or lasting daze from the week of pain, but somehow it didn’t register that you could potentially return as well. “How?”

“No more questions,” he scolds.

“But I thought you wanted me to like you,” you counter.

Shifting to sit on your hip with your legs bent at your side, you set your hand on top of his. He stares at the new touch, then his thumb begins to rub along the line of your index finger in soft, slow motions.

He doesn’t stop his staring. He doesn’t stop his thumb’s gentle caressing. “Yes, I was there more than just that one time.”

Despite your carefully restrained excitement at the plethora of new information, you forget the game you’re playing and jerk your hand away from his just as he’s about to intertwine your fingers. “So you can go whenever you want?” you ask. “Then take me.”

At the demand, his teeth clench, jawline sharpening. “No, I cannot go whenever I want, and no, I am not taking you.”

“Why not!”

“Because you are right where you should be,” he says decisively.

You feel his heightening irritation, so you quickly place your palm on his shoulder and slide it down to his toned bicep where it stays.

“I just want to see it,” you tell him before you scoot yourself closer to his side, your hip a couple inches shy of pressing against his. He looks down to where your bodies are nearly touching, then back up at you. You try a light smile. “Please, Jake.”

His eyes lock on to your smile, your lips. He darts his tongue out to wet his own, and you prepare yourself for the kiss you’re sure he’s about to give you—a kiss you won’t say no to if it helps get you home—but it’s a kiss that never comes. He just thinks; drinks in your smile and thinks.

The green of his irises in the sunlight is overwhelming when directed at you for such a long pause, and you don’t initially notice when he opens his mouth.

“If you show me that you can listen to me and do as I tell you, I’ll consider it,” he finally says.

Your head flinches back, mind immediately going to the worst of what he could want from you. “What will you be telling me to do?”

“To start, you’re going back inside. You haven’t finished healing and because you took yourself on a little adventure, you stressed your wing and now part of it is inflamed. You need rest.”

You must have been so mentally preoccupied that you blocked out all physical transmission to your brain because it’s only when he says it that you feel the return of the ache.

“And you’re going to eat,” he continues. “Everything, this time.”

“Fine,” you relent.

“You’re going to wear something made of more comfortable fabric than that,” he gestures to your smock, “And you’re going to stop arguing with me over every damn thing. You can’t change what’s been done, so being pissed at me doesn’t do you any good.”

It takes extra effort to muster up an agreement to that last one. Your swallow you can only compare to trying to get down a sponge soaked in wet cement. “Fine,” you grit out.

“Fine,” he says, standing. He extends his hand out toward you again. “Let’s see if you’re capable of behaving, Angel.”

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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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for the responses to "i don't deserve you" prompts: "please don't say that" if you'd be so kind🥺 <3

hallo!! Sorry for the wait—and any typos, I wrote this on paper last night and copied-and-pasted it from a photo of the pages :/)

all of the prompt lists are here ⭐️

Steve's thigh was pressed against Eddie's, a lazy hand running through his long curls.

He was pretty sure Eddie was asleep, by now, if not almost, and the only reason Steve hadn't gotten up was because Eddie was all sweaty from the heating pad draped over his stomach, and it would have hurt to peel their legs apart.

"Eds?" Steve murmured, nudging his nose against the side of Eddie's neck, his hand slipping out of Eddie's hair and moving it his chest. Stews. fingers scratched, gently against the fabric of his t-shirt, drawing out soft hum from Eddie.

"Hm?"

"Just wanted to see if you were awake," Steve replied softly, sinking his teeth into Eddie’s neck, laughing when Eddie batted him away with a limp hand, whining.

Steve moved back over, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s neck, a hand slipping under the hem of his t-shirt. “You doing alright?”

Eddie nodded, turning to wrap his arms around Steve, and Steve huffed when the heating pad was pressed between them, burning against his stomach. “S’too warm, Eds, turn it off.”

Eddie shook his head into Steve’s neck, and Steve moved the heating pad off of him, reaching over to grab the switch, ignoring Eddie’s quiet “nooooo,” as he turned it off.

“You don’t even need it.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice,” Eddie protested, trying to grab it out of Steve’s hands, but Steve got up and pushed Eddie away with his foot, folding the heating pad and placing it on the floor at the foot of the bed.

He climbed back onto the bed and flopped down onto the bed, laughing when Eddie immediately went back to clinging onto him, his face pressed into Steve’s shoulder. “You tried?”

“Yeah.”

“Go to bed, then,” Steve muttered, kissing the top of Eddie’s head. His hair was kind of sweaty, but Steve didn’t care.

“I feel gross, though. Need a shower,” Eddie’s voice was muffled by Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re not gross,” Steve mumbled back, running his hand over Eddie’s back, and Eddie laughed against his skin, his breath warm.

“I am, don’t lie to me.”

“I mean, you can shower if you want, I don’t care,” Steve ran his hand through Eddie’s hair again, tugging gently when he found a knot. “M’just not coming in with you this time. I just showered this morning.”

“Aww, boo,” Eddie muttered, pouting and biting Steve’s shoulder, and Steve didn’t push him away.

“I don’t want to have to do my hair again,” Steve explained gently, giving Eddie a pout back as he moved away and detached his teeth from Steve’s shoulder.

“You’re no fun,” he muttered, pushing at Steve’s arm gently before grabbing onto his hand.

“I’m the worst, I know,” Steve muttered back, smiling softly.

“Steve?”

“Hm?”

“What are we?” Eddie asked hesitantly, looking away, and Steve didn’t know why, but he missed Eddie’s eyes on him already. “Like, I know we’re dating, but it feels…more than that. To me.”

“Like boyfriends?” Steve asked quietly, lightly grabbing Eddie’s face to turn it back to him. Eddie looked at his lips instead of his eyes.

“If you want. I’ve never had one of those before,” Eddie admitted, and Steve smiled slightly, bringing him in for a kiss. Eddie bit his lip and Steve pulled away, frowning.

“You’re like a fucking vampire—”

“You literally just bit me on the neck before, that’s more vampire than anything.”

“Yeah—but you’ve done it like three times, I only did it once—“

“Lies!” Eddie announced, and Steve rolled his eyes, noting in but fondness on his face. “I did it twice!”

“Alright, alright, Jesus,” Steve muttered, laughing and kissing Eddie again. It was a tired and soft thing, not like how Eddie normally kissed him. “I’ve, uh, never had a boyfriend before, either.”

“Cool,” Eddie whispered.

“Cool,” Steve whispered back.

Steve watched as Eddie smiled, his cheeks dipping in near the corners of his lips, smile lines that Steve wanted to kiss, but didn’t. His eyes were half-closed, gazing up at Steve like he was something precious. Something to love and take care of. And fuck, Steve had never been looked at like that before. Not even Robin looked at him like that.

“Love you,” Steve whispered, kissing Eddie’s cheek, one elbow propped up so that he was leaning over Eddie. “God, I don’t deserve you.”

When he leaned back, Eddie was frowning, his eyebrows pressed together, and Steve wanted to smooth the crease between them out with his thumb. Maybe kiss it away.

“Please don’t say that,” Eddie said quietly, his hands coming up to cup Steve’s cheeks. He did that all of the time—touched Steve like that—but the way he didn’t it now made Steve melt a bit inside, and his breath caught in his throat.

“Sorry, I—“

“Don’t be sorry,” Eddie hushed him, bringing his face down to kiss his forehead, Steve’s nose pressed to his chin. “You deserve everything.”

Steve felt like crying, but he just choked out a laugh instead, moving his face away from Eddie, blinking back tears as he wiped his eyes. “Sap.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Steve felt Eddie’s arms snake around his waist, trying to tug him back down onto the bed. Steve did lay back down, pulling Eddie close to him and hoping that Eddie couldn’t feel the wet on his cheeks when he pressed his face into Eddie’s neck.

“I do, don’t I?”

#Finn writes #i was going to make it SUPER ANGSTY but I wanted them to be soft #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic #My fic #my writing #⭐️#Asks

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percervall · 11 months

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Just wanted to say I love your Daniel fic, and Lando’s part is perfect in it too. I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed….

oh anon, thank you so much! That means a lot to me 🧡 I absolutely adored writing this

Apparently my brain agreed with you, because I wrote this in an evening. Hope I did Lando justice in this

this love (is yours and mine)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1241 Warnings: none

“You should tell her,” Daniel said, startling him from his thoughts as the Australian driver fell in step beside him.

“Tell her what?” Lando replied, an uncomfortable weight settling in his chest. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed.

“That you love her,” came Daniel’s answer, “because you do, right?”

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lando muttered in response, feeling his cheeks heat up at the lie. Daniel grinned, seeing straight through him as he dodged the question.

“Yeah, thought so. Your face is an open book, mate. No poker face to speak of. How either of you haven’t figured out your expressions are identical is beyond me.”

That made Lando trip over his own feet, nearly sending him face first into the asphalt of the paddock.

“Wh-what?”

Daniel chuckled as he grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Mate, she looks at you the same way. All smiles and heart-eyes. It’s cute. Oh, to be young and in love,” he mused, the grin still in place as he now slung an arm around Lando’s shoulders.

“Sh-she does?” Lando couldn’t believe his ears. How had he not seen it? Had he been too busy trying not to look at her, not to make a fool of himself, whenever they spent time together? They’d been friends for the longest time and Lando had just sort of accepted that it would probably always stay that way, but this had pulled the rug from under him.

“100% mate. Like I said, you should tell her.”

Lando mulled it over, nervously chewing on the draw string of his hoodie. If he wasn’t so worried it would do irreparable damage to their friendship, he would. But why ruin the only stable thing in his life?

“I don’t know, Danny. She’s my best mate, why-... I can’t lose that, not now.”

“Listen, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other,” Daniel said, holding the door to the McLaren motorhome open.

“Meaning?” Lando asked, confusion now added to the mix of emotions already swirling through his head. Daniel chuckled again.

“Meaning, either you do or you don’t,” he explained with a shrug, “but are you truly happy just playing it safe? Where has that ever gotten anyone?”

Lando knew he didn’t require an answer to that question. In their line of work it would always be nowhere. And if it wasn’t that it’d be P20. Daniel left him to stew on that as he climbed the stairs to the debriefing room. Lando sighed, hanging his head as he followed his teammate.

The meeting had been long and his brain felt completely frazzled by the end of it. None of the statistics retained and Lando was pretty sure he had blindly agreed to a strategy he had no way of recalling for tomorrow’s race. A part of him wondered whether it would’ve made a difference if he did, and then he chastised himself for even thinking that way. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he blindly followed the rest of the team downstairs, exhaustion taking hold of him. Lando heard her before he saw her, her laughter ringing out like a windchime in the gentle breeze. Carlos was leaning on the back of the couch as he talked to her, probably telling her yet another story about their shared time as teammates. A jealousy reared its head with a ferocity that left him reeling. Carlos was very happy with his long-term girlfriend, there was no need for him to feel this strongly about another man being friendly with her.

“Hey mate,” Carlos greeted him. She turned back around to face him and Lando was struck by how her expression changed when she laid eyes on him. Her smile widened, and her eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Even dressed in one of Daniel’s enchante sweaters, a pair of faded jeans and beat up trainers, she still looked better than any of the celebrities milling about come Sunday.

“Hey,” she said, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

“H-hey,” Lando managed to stutter, ready to blame the exhaustion if anyone were to comment on it.

“Carlos invited us to dinner, but if you’d rather order in…?” she trailed off. It squeezed his heart, her knowing him like the back of her hand to offer him an out.

“Uh, yeah, no, dinner- dinner’s.. great,” he fumbled, internally groaning at his own awkwardness.

“You okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Is Zak working you too hard?” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m-.. Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lando muttered. Was he really going to do this? Lando knew that Daniel was right; whether he did or didn’t, it didn’t matter. He could either keep this buried for the rest of eternity and suffer the consequences or he could tell her and see where it would land him. What’s the worst that could happen? His brain helpfully supplied him with a long list, but he swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat at the sheer thought.

“I’m in love. With you,” he said, looking at his best friend since they’d been 16, “and I completely ge-..” Whatever he had wanted to say, died on his lips as she pretty much launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, as his eyes fluttered closed. The world around them faded to the background as he kissed her back.

When they broke the kiss, Lando felt breathless, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she confessed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, probably about as long as he has,” Daniel said from his spot next to Carlos.

“W-what?” she stammered, looking at the Australian with confusion written all over her face. Daniel and Carlos shared a look.

“Kids these days,” Daniel commented, earning him a chuckle from the Spaniard.

“He’s been in love with you for-.. Well, I think since always, no?” Carlos said, looking at Daniel for confirmation.

“Pretty sure since always, yes,” Daniel agreed with a nod.

“I’m such a muppet,” she groaned, burying her face in Lando’s chest. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back to look at her.

“Guess that makes two of us. Luckily we’ll have forever to make up for it,” he murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She smiled back up at him, lifting up on her tiptoes to press another kiss to his lips.

“Oh my God, that was the cheesiest shit ever. Okay, come on lovebirds,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes as he moved to the exit, but Lando could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’ll pay for dinner to celebrate Lando finally finding the cojones to tell her,” Carlos added.

“But no sushi, right?” Lando was quick to ask, taking her hand in his as they followed the two older drivers. Carlos just laughed, holding the door open for them.

“Right?” he repeated, eyes flitting between Carlos and Daniel.

“Don’t worry mate, I know a great restaurant. You’ll like it,” Carlos said, clasping him on the shoulder. Lando eyed him cautiously.

“Is it too late to back out of this and order in?” he whispered, turning to look at her, causing her to laugh.

Welp, my first Lando fic officially happened. Honestly it was only a matter of time. The devil works hard, but the Lando girlies work harder

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

#ask #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris oneshot #lando norris drabble #f1 fanfic #lando norris fluff #welp ivy it happened. was only a matter of time

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An Analysis of Raskolnikov's Natal Chart Placements (Part 1)

this is in continuation of my post re: raskolnikov's birth chart, as i did say i would make another discussing his major placements. before we begin, here are some things i wanna mention:

under the replies of that post i linked above, i used rostov/rostov-on-don as rodya's birthplace, but as user vintageshits pointed out, there is also textual evidence that suggests rodya hails from zaraysk. i tried using that too, and it more or less gives the same placements that rodya might have if his hometown was rostov.

i am not a professional astrologer, and most of what i have deduced from rodya's chart is merely an accumulation of my own observations/learnings over the past seven years of studying astrology. there will always be different interpretations for each aspect/placement; you are more than welcome to add on to the discussion if you wish to do so in the replies! :^)

also, this is a LONG read. maybe have some snacks / drinks ready XD spoilers about the book too

ARIES RISING, PLUTO in 1H

Gives off commanding, individualistic vibes; Rodya often prefers to be left alone and has grown accustomed to being alone (although I’d say that this is also due to his personality/way of living); he likes to be given his space and he is not above demanding it.

RESTING BITCH FACE!!! Every Aries rising I know has a signature RBF and they can’t hide it even if they tried. Couple this with the fact that Rodya also has Pluto in the 1st house; it’s very easy for him to come off as intimidating and sullen, and may also be critical of how he looks. remember that scene when somebody pointed out his worn out hat in chapter 1 and he started grumbling about it? yep. exactly.

BUT — never forget that what is intimidating may also be weirdly charming in the eyes of others! makes absolute sense why Dostoevsky wrote Rodya to be “exceptionally handsome… with beautiful dark eyes and dark brown (translation is debatable but i’m a dark brown-haired rodya truther) hair”; i had a classmate who was an aries rising and they had the most defined, alluring eyes ever — it was like they could see right through my physical body lol

Another applicable description that matches these placements is the passage: “...there was a sort of haughty pride and reserve about him, as though he were keeping something to himself.”

This one, I think, comes off as more of a result of having an Aries ASC square Saturn and Jupiter: “He seemed to some of his comrades to look down upon them all as children, as though he were superior in development, knowledge, and convictions, as though their interests were beneath him.”

Saturn touching the Ascendant often makes one come off as standoffish, cold, and reserved; people with this (undeveloped) aspect may seem as though they’re “above you” and act like they “know better than you” when really they just have a stick up their ass (this is a self-drag, I have Saturn in my 1st house and I used to act like this). Jupiter contacting the ASC may also have a hand in the passage above, especially the “haughty” part. Rodya acts as if he’s more “enlightened” (Jupiter) than his peers when really… he’s having delusions of grandeur due to not having eaten/drunk anything for days 💀

On a more physical perspective, these two aspects may contribute to Rodya’s “above average” height! Jupiter is the planet of expansion, and Saturn “elongates” what it touches (though, some may also say that having these touch one’s ASC may make them short/stout bc Saturn is also about limitations and Jupiter also “expands”, but ig in Rodya’s case we can interpret them in the former way.)

May be quite restless too; they often come off as agitated or always “on the move”; this was probably one of the reasons why Rodya hated his small room so much — there wasn’t enough space for him to be able to literally move around and draw out all that pent up energy inside him. This can also be explained by his chart ruler (Mars) being in Virgo, which is commonly known for its very nervous Mercurial energy.

His ASC also squares his moon, which I think also adds to the whole jitteriness he has; and his overall moody demeanor. The Capricorn moon in him wants him to suppress his emotional reactions, but his Aries rising wants it to be on display! Not anymore surprised as to why it was so easy for him to threaten Luzhin that he was going to throw him down the stairs LMAO (and more fittingly, because he didn’t want another word about his mother [the Moon, in astrology] coming out of Luzhin’s mouth). He can also be quite sensitive about the topic of his family, though may also be distant when he’s actually with them. There’s a lot of struggle with accepting his needs, as well, and this is also in connection with his Virgo Mars, again.

It makes sense too, that Rodya has a disconnect with his innermost thoughts/emotions and the things he does. Remember, when Razumikhin described him to Pulcheria and Dunya, he said that Rodya “...does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.”

Also irritable, due to that Martian influence. My previous roommate had this placement; it was really easy to excite her / rile her up, be it for a positive or a negative reason. Acting out of instinct is also a main characteristic of Aries Risings. They always do the first thing that comes to their mind — in Rodya’s case it’s to help people (financially), which he ends up regretting afterwards because he’s already so broke XD — which may or may not always work in their favor.

Maybe it's just an observation on my part, but I find that Aries Risings always have to be the first in everything…? Or at least, they always want to do something that makes them stand out or confirms their suspicion/thoughts about an unknown thing that no one else has dared to do before. Perhaps that explains why Rodya was so hellbent on testing that theory (which he ended up not actually believing LMAO)

Another note on Rodya’s propensity to help others; his chart ruler is also in the 6th house, which is the house of service, routines and health — part of what he frequently does is quite literally go around helping people.

SCORPIO SUN in 8H

Quite possibly the most fitting adjectives in the book that can sum up Rodya are “...morose, gloomy, proud and haughty”; “suspicious and fanciful”; and “...fearfully reserved” (thank you, Razumikhin). These words capture what Plutonic energy is, in some of its rawest forms.

Being a Scorpio Sun myself (though I have mine in the 5th house), Rodya mirrors a lot of who I was when I was younger: heavily secretive, paranoid(as in, always feeling like everyone is out to get them); prideful and conceited at times. Rodya knows he’s intelligent, that’s why he can’t help but feel as though he’s the smartest in the room, but his propensity to detach and isolate himself from others renders him unable to realize how he and his ideas relate to others, and this leaves his identity and worldviews/perspectives unchecked. He’s just stuck in his own little world; inside his echo chamber where he repeats his ideologies to himself over and over again, convincing himself that he’s “enlightened” above others. All that talk about wanting to prove whether he was a trembling creature or if he “had the right” ties in with this.

The catch is, this makes him so terribly lonely. Part of what I have learned from astrology is that the house opposite where one’s Sun is the area of our life which we have to learn to “exist in”. For me, this was the 11th house. My methods of self-expression were always just limited to the purpose of “putting on a show” (5th house) for others, but as I grew older, I learned how to use my talents for more humanitarian causes (11th house). Going back to Rodya, his manner of experiencing life (Sun) is stuck behind the private screens of the 8H, which hides it away from the grounding reality of the 2H, ruled by Taurus. Another way to look at this 2H-8H juxtaposition is that Rodya's ego is on some obscure, nonphysical place (8H) instead of being grounded in real life (2H). He lives only for his mind, and forgoes his physical state. Well, we all know how he wouldn't eat for days and that his sleeping habit is shit. Dude's probably rank too. Oh Rodya.

I guess the best and most redeeming quality of Rodya being a Scorpio Sun is his capacity for rebirth and transformation. We get a glimpse of the initial stages of this while he’s serving his sentence in Siberia. His old self slowly begins a path of renewal towards his transformation into this “new self” that will have shed all what used to be who he was when he was twenty-three.

Sun Sextile Saturn: This reinforces even more that super serious and uptight nature of his (to a degree that is almost comical, like bro would it kill you if you stopped taking yourself so seriously??) Sun aspecting Saturn also denotes heavy responsibility as a young child, or having thrust into the role of a parent at an early age. We aren’t exactly given an age for Rodya when Roman Raskolnikov died, but we can assume that it happened pretty early. This heavy responsibility to fill in his father’s shoes is one of the reasons why Rodya feels so, so burdened by the fact that he’s not going anywhere with his education in St. Petersburg, knowing that Pulcheria and Dunya are also counting on him to get a job so he could support them, being the remaining man in the family; this may also be another reason why his pride couldn’t take it when he learned Dunya was getting married to a rich asshole like Luzhin, so she could contribute significantly to the family — he should be doing that, not his younger sister.

Sun Square Neptune: Did somebody say LIGHTWEIGHT? One of the possible interpretations of this placement is a heightened sensitivity to alcohol and other substances. I fucking cackled when I saw this aspect (I, unfortunately, have this as well), and it brings me back to that scene in Part 1 Chapter 5 where Rodya was absolutely zonked out because he drank a “wineglassful” of vodka 😭 On a more serious note, this placement also points to an absent father figure, or at least having experienced the loss of a father. The person’s sense of self also tends to fluctuate. Ever wondered why Rodya is so prone to switching between his god complex and crippling depression? This is one of the reasons why.

Little astro tidbit about having 8th house placements: these natives are often the types who’ll just randomly have people involve them or tell them about the wildest shit in their lives, like unprovoked. For example, they’d be just chilling then suddenly a random ass stranger or somebody they don’t really know well starts telling them about their personal business. This was the same thing that happened to Rodya when Marmeladov suddenly approached him in the tavern and started narrating his life story to him 😭 and the entire time Rodya just,,, took it all in XD

CAPRICORN MOON in 10H

Just when we thought Rodya could not be more service-oriented (that is, when he’s not busy being an asshole), he’s also given a Capricorn moon to top it all off! Most Cap moons I know go out of their way to make sure the ones they care for are alright; they spend much time and effort on that sort of thing. Will they let you take care of them though? No LOL they’d rather be caught dead in a ditch than admit that they want to be taken care of

All that pushback Razumikhin got when he helped Rodya out makes so much more sense. Rodya could not fathom why Razumikhin would himself go out of his way to learn about his trifles despite the fact that they don’t really talk much (like,, Rodya doesn’t even say ‘hi’ to him at all out in the street) and aren’t close; although, Rodya is aware that Razumikhin is kind, and he even tells him this when he dropped by his place

When a Cap moon does care, they will put others’ needs first and foremost, esp if they can see that the person really needs help and is in a more dire situation than they are. Not above setting themselves back just so they could help.

Another one of those moon signs who come off as really serious, cold, and calculating; but they’re really softies (and drama queens) deep down, especially when they have water placements. Might also like to keep themselves busy with other things so they won’t have to experience an Emotion™️. I always like to say that Capricorns are just Scorpios in suits lol

I also noticed that with Moon in 10H, it can indicate a tendency of your parents to baby you?? idk but i definitely feel those vibes from Rodya and Pulcheria, esp when she first sees him, his room ("this isn't a room, this is a coffin"), and when he visits her for the last time. or maybe this manifests even as becoming "softer" when you're with your parents?? there's something so sadly endearing abt how Rodya talks in this scene:

"Here you are!" she began, faltering with joy. "Don't be angry with me, Rodya, for welcoming you so foolishly with tears. [...] Sit down dear boy, you must be tired; I see you are. Ah, how muddy you are." "I was in the rain yesterday, mother..." Raskolnikov began.

They might also have a thing for needing something to hold onto when they’re feeling upset/unwell? Capricorn’s cardinal energy mixed with a fixed Scorpio sun further points to being “twitchy” bc they can’t sit still (all that Mars influence,,) — cue “where’s my sock!! give me my sock!!!”

Another placement that points to Rodya's want of gaining some sort of "power" or "control" — and he has the capacity to do so, too (how he goes about obtaining it though, is another conversation). He can be (could have been) really successful if he wills himself to. Moon in 10H natives have this air to them of being well-established in whatever field they choose to dedicate their efforts in.

Feels emotions really deeply when they do allow themselves to (or when faced with the inevitable fate of experiencing them lol). I find that Saturnians are also kind of like Plutonians when it comes to feelings. When they invest in an emotion, you best believe they will feel it to its fullest; which is why I believe that underneath Rodya’s prideful and cold exterior is a heart that is capable of feeling love in the deepest, most profound way. What he said in Part 6 Chapter 7: “But why are they so fond of me if I don’t deserve it? Oh, if only I were alone and no one loved me, and I too had never loved anyone! Nothing of all this would have happened.” (Constance Garnett translation) — really broke my heart knowing Rodya fought against the desire to jump into the Neva because he knew he was loved despite his wrongdoings and all his rough edges; this consciousness was very strong that he felt regretful about being so loved by the people around him. He’s so,, :^(((( I just want to give him a hug :^(( he’ll probably cuss me out but whatever :<

Pig-headed, and will not stop until they get to do what they want to do. My partner is a Capricorn sun and it’s more or less the same — the moment Capricorns set their mind on something, they will see to it that they get it done, no matter what. Pair that with a really driven Aries rising and a Scorpio sun, and you have an unstoppable force.

Moon Conjunct Jupiter: drama queen placement wbk; i made a post about how i always associate Rodya draping himself over his couch like a D*sney princess would XD we just feel emotions deeply and we tend to get pretty extra about expressing it too, esp in front of people we trust,, or idk anyone who's willing to listen really. Though in Rodya's case, his Moon is also conjunct his Saturn, which means he limits his expression of emotions; or that he hides it from others — bro would rather choke than be direct with what he actually feels

Moon Square Pluto: another limiting aspect on his expression of emotions, though this aspect gives his capability to feel more depth and dimension. so when Rodya gets into his feelings, he really plunges into it. at the same time, the obscure yet volatile energy of Pluto also adds another layer to his Aries rising's impulsivity. Additionally, his Moon coming into contact with his Pluto in a square may also indicate pain that stems from the family / the mother. all that this placement reminds me of is that last conversation he had with Pulcheria. the most gut-wrenching shit i've ever read/watched.

WHEW. That's only like half of his big 6 placements. I'm currently working on the others (Mercury, Venus, Mars), but I might not be able to finish/get the post up any time soon because I'll be starting the last semester of my undergrad next week, and I'll no doubt be very busy again 😔

#rin's stuff: astrology #crime and punishment #rodion romanovich raskolnikov #fyodor dostoevsky #russian literature #classic literature #astrology #natal chart #birth chart #scorpio sun #capricorn moon #aries rising #pluto 1st house #sun in 8th house

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Moon Knight x young reader

Marc had a new mission from Khonshu.

Things hadn't been that crazy lately but this mission was an odd request. Khonshu had told Marc (and Steven and Jake) to take care of a girl.

She was only a teenager and Marc had been forced to kidnap her. But honestly he'd taken her from what looked like a house for criminals so maybe it wasn't kidnapping it was rescuing.

He'd taken you back to their new apartment, much bigger than Steven's was.

He had put you in the guest room and knew you would be pretty terrified when you woke up.

He hadn't heard anything for a while and opened the door to see you sitting up in the bed with your knees to your chest.

You weren't crying you were just sitting there sadly.

"Hey sweetie." Marc said as you looked up at him.

"I know you must be afraid and this must be confusing." He said as you just looked at him.

"You'll be staying here for a while, it's for your safety. Would you like something to eat?" Marc asked slowing coming forward as you nodded a little.

"What would you like?" Marc asked kneeling beside the bed as you looked down at him.

You looked away from him for a moment and shrugged.

"Well, would you like to come out to the kitchen and pick something out?" He suggested before standing up again.

You nodded and slowly stood up following him out of the room.

He led you to the kitchen and opened the cupboard door for you.

You looked through it and landed on some crackers.

You turned to him with them in your hand as if asking for permission. He smiled and nodded before you slowly shuffled to the small dining table.

You sat down and began to est before Marc sat across from you.

"My name's Marc, what's yours?" He asked as you didn't look up at him.

"Not feeling talkative?" He asked as you looked up at him shyly.

"Y/N." You muttered slowly, it seemed like you struggled to get your own name out.

"It's nice to meet you." He said as you nodded and continued eating.

"I can get someone to grab a few things for you if you'd like. Maybe colouring books or drawing pads?" He suggested as you nodded a little.

You made a noise and Marc looked down to see you struggling to speak.

He rushed and grabbed a notepad and pen.

"Here, you can write a list." He said as you nodded, he watched you write the first thing on the list.

"Chocolate, well that's definitely a good idea." He said chuckling a little bit.

You went to the next page and began writing again.

'Why am I here?' You wrote as Marc looked at it sadly.

"Well, it's a bit complicated but someone I work for wanted me to keep you safe and I imagine the life you living wasn't good." Marc said as you looked away and nodded a little.

"You'll be safe here now."

Marc had gotten Layla to get him a few things for you.

She had two bags full of food and activities to keep you busy.

Marc had no idea how long you'd be here for.

"So, remind me why you have a child?" Layla said as Marc sighed.

"It was a mission from Khonshu. Usually I would listen to him but I saw what they were doing to her and the life she was living and I knew I could help her. She has trouble speaking though, she can get one or two words out but that's it." Marc explained as Layla nodded and watched you open all the notepads and pens she had gotten you.

"You said the place she lived was pretty bad so I assume she had a rough childhood. She probably can't talk much because of trauma." Layla suggested as Marc nodded and watched you.

"Has she met Steven or Jake?" Layla whispered as Marc shook his head.

"No, I want to ease her into it." Marc replied as Layla nodded.

"Well, I have to get going. But give me a call if you need anything else." Layla said as Marc nodded and watched Layla leave.

"Y/N, there's someone I want you to meet." Marc said kneeling down to you as you looked up at him.

"So, it's not just me in this body. There's two others, Steven and Jake." He said as you nodded and went back to your notepad.

He knew you wouldn't exactly understand but he needed you to get used to them as well.

Marc relaxed his body and let Steven take control first.

"Hello love." He said as you looked up in confusion.

"I'm Steven." He said as you stood up, Steven followed and looked down at you.

You leant forward and hugged him as he chuckled and hugged you back.

"Oh thank you sweetheart." Steven said as he smiled.

He could feel Marc was a little jealous.

Maybe Steven just had a softer nature and you felt more at ease.

"Would you like to have some lunch?" Steven asked a shout pulled away and nodded.

He smiled and went to the kitchen watching you sit at the bench.

"S-Ste..." You tried to get out groaning in frustration.

"It's okay sweetie. Just take it slow." Steven said smiling at you.

"S-Steven." You stuttered out as he clapped.

"There you go love! You're so smart!" He praised as you giggled and looked away from him.

"If you'd like I can help you learn a few words. We can have our own little lessons. How does that sound love?" Steven asked as you looked up excitedly and nodded.

"Then that's what we'll do sweetheart."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #fic #x reader #moon knight x reader

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seventhstrife · 2 years

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Do you think that Delsin would just think that Des’s eagle vision would be a type of conduit power? (And also his apple powers and isu marks, can’t forget those lol) i also reeeaaally want to see Del’s reaction to that BURN.

not ME taking five hundred years to reply to an ask skjdfalsd

also I loved this prompt so I wrote a tiny little thing for the scenario that played out in my head haha

keep in mind that I've taken a few liberties with the Infamous lore, namely the Conduit Gene in general, in that I'm implying that the Conduit gene has always been around, just dormant until recent years.

The first time Desmond's forced to use the Apple around Delsin, his reaction is not what he expected.

As a general rule, Desmond tries not to use the Apple unless it's one-hundred-thousand-percent absolutely necessary, and even then he'll still hesitate.

For a lot of reasons, the least of them being him having a thousand years or so of memories of what happens to people who abuse Isu artifacts. Besides, nothing puts a target on his back like the kind of spectacle the Apple creates, and he wouldn't put it past the Templars to have some kind of satellite or something up there that can read the energy surges that come from the Apple.

So. Yeah, it's gotta be life-or-death, minimum for him to whip it out, which means his timeline to explain a lot of things to Delsin gets bumped from never to right the fuck now the moment he lowers the Apple, the glowing lines on his body fade, and the DUP goons all collapse at once like puppets cut from their strings.

Delsin stares at him, mouth hanging open, blood still dripping from the corner of his lip from where a chunk of concrete caught him in the face, with an echoing crack that was going to haunt Desmond's nightmares, as well as that long, terrible moment of stillness when Delsin had fallen and hadn't surged right back up, when Desmond had been positive he was fucking dead.

But Delsin's alive, and even though this isn't how he wanted the truth come out, he can't regret it, not when it means Delsin's alive.

Desmond feels like he's lost a few years of his life from fear in the last few seconds, but Delsin's probable concussion seems to be the last thing on his mind when he pushes himself up, even though he sways.

Desmond's already stepping forward, worried, arm outstretched--but Delsin catches himself before Desmond can take more than a single step, rocking back on a heel before he plants himself more firmly and seems to visibly shake off a blow that would have killed most people.

He looks at Desmond and scowls so mightily Desmond draws up short, freezing with dread because fuck, this is why he hadn't wanted his secret to come out, he was a freak and now Delsin knew it--

"You're a Conduit!" Delsin accused, pointing at Desmond with outrage. "And you didn't tell me?! What the fuck, Desmond!"

"Wha--" Desmond was speechless for a moment. "I--I'm not a Conduit, Delsin!"

"What the fuck was that, then?!"

Alien technology, kind of, Desmond doesn't say because just imagining the fallout of that statement is giving him a headache.

Instead, he says, "That's--different," and winces at how woefully inadequate that is.

"Desmond." Delsin marches to him and Desmond barely resists the urge to run away, especially when Delsin drops heavy, firm hands on his shoulders and holds him in place. "You just shot--lasers or some shit. You were glowing."

"Okay, it wasn't lasers, first of all," Desmond interrupted, scowling. "It was more like--mind control, really. With light beams?" Fuck, he's bad at this.

"Conduits can be psychic," Delsin says slowly, like Desmond's the stupidest person he's ever met. "I know you know this." Delsin's frown is a match to Desmond's own, frustrated that the other person isn't understanding what should be obvious. "Why are you being so weird about this?"

Desmond groans and rubs his face tiredly. He doesn't know why he didn't see this coming; of course, to an outsider, Isu bullshit would look a lot like having powers...which, he did have, technically.

But this was different.

"Look, this is like--genetic--"

"Conduit powers are genetic--"

"No, I mean like, it's in my family--"

"Do you not understand what genetic means?"

"No! Listen to me! I can't do this shit without the Apple!"

"Plenty of Conduits use tools to help focus their powers."

"This isn't--"

"So you're telling me if you gave this Apple thing to someone else, they could do what you just did?"

"Well, no, not anyone--"

"Just people with these special genetics, right?" Delsin's staring down at him with an exaggeratedly mild expression. "Like a Conduit?"

"Oh my fucking god, you're so stubborn--"

"Look who's talking!" Delsin shook him. "You're a Conduit, idiot!"

Desmond groans again, louder, and his head falls back. Only Delsin's grip on him keeps him from falling back.

"Just--come back with me, okay? Rebecca and Shaun can explain it better than me."

"Good idea," Delsin says gamely. He sweeps Desmond up in his arms, because he doesn't believe in asking permission or personal space. "I think an intervention sounds perfect."

and then they get to their base and shaun and rebecca explain the isu shit but because they're nerds at heart, having the similarities between conduits and isu genes compared devolves into a circling conversation of exchanging theories and they can't exactly say delsin's totally wrong and desmond finds a corner to bang his head until delsin pulls him away, smugly bragging that he was right and then spirits him away for a more practical demonstration because now that he knows desmond has powers they've GOT to take them out on the town and they make out the end <3

thanks as always for the awesome asks @kingbob2-0 you're the best! and also thank you a million times for your patience lol

#asks #replies #kingbob #desdel #deldes #infamous #asscreed #drabble #crack #crackish right??? lol #another thing i wrote before my life decided to get unbearable

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facks-stories · 6 months

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I started thinking of a alternate universe of the milans

Anyway this au isn’t canon at all

Run down: ‘fake’ milan, Sombra, Capa, and Tocada/Tocado are in the real world now, [the other 3 are still invisible to everyone but milan]

To not seem suspicious the milan’s say they are twins [real Milan is private so the lie is believed by everyone else] but obviously real Milan’s brother finds out

Eventually stupid shit starts to happen and they have to get the four back into the book

Anyway I wrote some scenes and drew drawings where the proportions and shit and the hair is very wrong

Color key:

Real milan

Fake milan [fake name len]

Milans gf [no name yet, fake name quin]

Adrian [milan’s brother]

Sombra

Capa

Tocada/Tocado

“Hey can I talk to you?”

*imitating milan* “yeah sure,”

They walk into a empty classroom, once the door is closed quin trys kissing len, to which len pulls away from her before she does

“I think you are mixing me up with milan”

“No, I know you’re len, I wanna kiss you”

‘What’s wrong with this bitch?’ “Sorry, i’ll think about it later”

Len holds quins shoulder while moving around her, she leaves and gets in the car and stops imitating milan

“What took you so long?”

“Milan’s girlfriend tried kissing me”

She said casually while pulling the seal belt on, both milan and Adrian said “what?!” but after a few seconds adrian started driving and said:

“Hmm.. shit I’m honestly surprised she did try with me”

“Jesus- she likes you too?”

“No offense but if people didn’t have decency quin would be a slut”

“Adrian?!”

“Why not break up with her?”

“Milan?! Len?! Fuck I don’t even know what to call you, and you know why I don’t”

“And she likes you?”

“Yeahhhh…”

“She didn’t try kissing me but she tried flirting,”

Flash back i guess?

“You know alot, i’m sure you know how to be a good kisser too”

“I AM A 21 YEAR OLD MAN AND YOU ARE A CHILD THAT DATES MY SISTER- NO?!?”

End of flash back

“I told her the answer to a math problem-”

The car goes silent and the milans share a concerned glance

“I should tell her not to do that..”

“Good to know you’re not a pedo or a asshole, but why did you reject her?”

Milan said to len, who didn’t get the opportunity to reply before Adrian did

“Wait I thought you guys were the same, are you not gay?”

“I don’t feel love, or any emotion really, because of milan”

“I’m sorry I forgot to think past your abilities, because your love life is more important”

“Jesus, wait til we get home to explain this too me and stop staring knives at eachother-“

[a little time skip to the house and the milans are auguring]

*yelling at each-other in the shed*

“DAMN IT JUST BREAK UP WITH HER, THERE ISN’T A USE” *starts crying*

Both freeze, len touches the tears and stares at her hand, adrian walks in and they look at him

“What happened I could hear you from the house, and why are you crying?”

…

“Oh shit, thats not supposed to happen is it?”

“Well, kinda no,”

“What?”

“I accidentally thought about you crying, not now or anything but what if you did have more emotion, I didn’t think it would effect you”

“I didn’t think she could cry,”

Milan just stares at him in shock, before len cried she couldn’t see those 3 but now she could

“Uh.”

Len notices she’s looking at them but Adrian is confused still

“What?

“Milan stop fucking things up and undo this,”

“Fine, fine..”

The tears go away and they all sit on the floor

“Did I make you insecure?”

“No I’d rather you not subconsciously give me emotions, then give me love,”

…

“What the fuck is going on??”

“Len is a character I made with no emotions just power, and apparently I can change that character just by thinking,”

“So you thought of her having more emotion?”

“Yes, and if she accidentally makes me fall in love with someone or worse with her girlfriend I’d kill her”

“I wish that was a joke but it probably isn’t-”

“So what happened at school?”

“She asked to talk to me, we went into a room and she tried kissing me and I told her I’d think about it”

“Why did you say you’d think about it?”

“I was imitating you, I’m going to tell her no but if a said it right then she would have interrogated me,”

“Yeah she was asking a shit ton a questions after I told her no, I think your girlfriend doesn’t like you”

“Wow I feel great after you said that”

“My bad, but you do need a new girlfriend”

End

The end because I’m tired 😔

In conclusion, milan needs a new gf

Also as all my storys are written, I’m sleep deprived 😎

#writing #digital art #oc story #drawing #wattpad #my oc art #sketch #wattapad #oc art #story #art

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kurolumiis · 7 months

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𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒

featuring — xiao, scaramouche, kaeya, kokomi, luma (oc)

summary — luma taking a bath with them drabbles.

warnings — xiao, scaramouche, kaeya, and kokomi x oc, fluff, small nsfw/suggestive content (nothing too much, mainly just fluff)

messages from the galaxy — it’s 4:30 in the morning and im up bc insomnia, gods help me. wrote the second half during another time im up bc insomnia and i have the same thing to say: gods help me

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

it was a long day after completing commissions and helping the citizens of liyue. xiao and luma wanted nothing more than to rest. luma could tell how tense their lover was, sensing his distress.

“xiao,” they called out, holding his wrist. “what is it?” “do you wanna…maybe take a bath together? i noticed you’re stressed and wanna find a way to help you relax,” they explained, staring at him with innocent eyes.

while the thought was purely to relieve his stress, his mind wandered to other things. he quickly brushed those thoughts away, agreeing to such an intimate moment with his lover.

luma got the bath ready before the two stripped out of their clothes. luma laid against xiao’s chest, sighing contently when he wrapped an arm around them.

“i love you, you know?” they murmured, drawing light circles on his chest absentmindedly. “i love you too, so much,” he replied, rubbing their arm with his thumb.

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄

scaramouche was reluctant to the thought of taking a bath together. he didn’t see luma’s desire for it. until, one day, he finally gave in.

what got him interested was seeing luma take out the small braids that framed their face and put their hair into a loose bun. he’s never seen them with their hair up before, and they looked absolutely stunning to him.

he eased into the bathtub before luma got on top of him, nuzzling their head against his chest. he told himself he wasn’t affected by this but their ghosting and feather-like touches made him shudder.

scaramouche was getting bored very quickly, being reminded as to why he didn’t see the appeal of it. that was, until he looked down at luma. they were nuzzled against him, holding his hand with their eyes shut. his eyes drifted to where their breasts were pressed against his chest.

he immediately looked up, trying to rid his mind of the lewd thoughts. he then realized that this was supposed to be an act of intimacy between the two, not something that was supposed to become sexual.

leaning his head against the wall, he inhaled through his nose, shutting his eyes tightly.

now, he just enjoyed the moment he had with his lover, holding them tight, never letting anyone get the chance to take them again.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

it wasn’t unnatural for luma and kaeya to take baths together. usually it was after lovemaking and as a way to continue being close to each other in warmth.

usually, luma was lulled to sleep during these baths. kaeya purposefully stayed awake so he could carry them to bed. they always clung to his body like they were afraid of letting go.

he would skim his fingers up and down their spine, sending shivers throughout. they were so sensitive to his touch, making him chuckle quietly.

most of the time, they would chat about random things, like luma’s recent adventures with the traveler and paimon or kaeya’s recent happenings with the knights of favonius.

his voice was the main thing that lured luma into slumber, and it was something he’d use to his advantage.

despite having many lovers across the nations, nothing would change the love of first loves and these intimate moments with them.

𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐈

it wasn’t often that luma visited watatsumi island, but when they did, they were almost always with kokomi. she was the reason they went, obviously.

today was one of the days where stress was getting to her. she was getting overwhelmed and having a difficult time concentrating.

“kokomi?” luma asked, entering her room. “what is is, luma?” she asked, her voice sweet as ever. “i’ve noticed you’ve been stressed lately and wondered…would you like to take a bath with me?”

“o— oh,” she said, looking away with a pink flush on her cheeks. “it was just a suggestion for you to relax and unwind, you can say no,” luma said, quickly, shaking their head.

“no, i’d love to,” kokomi agreed, smiling sweetly at the person she had feelings for.

they headed to her bathroom and undressed, both looking away out of respect as if they weren’t going to take a bath together. she had luma enter first as she laid against their chest and in between their legs.

“is this better?” luma asked, calmly. “much,” she sighed, contently. kokomi felt a shiver run down her spine as luma’s small hands went to her shoulders, beginning to rub and massage them.

“is this okay?” they asked again, wanting to make sure they weren’t crossing any boundaries. “this is completely fine,” kokomi sighed again, closing her eyes and leaning further against luma’s chest.

“i love you, lulu,” she blurted out. luma’s eyes widened, flustered at not only the confession but the nickname. they then smiled warmly. “i love you, too, koko.”

diorlumx productions, 2023

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hir02fic · 1 year

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After Kissing

I wrote this years ago, just now getting around to posting. NSFW.

Outside, a cocoon of darkness had settled over Mistilteinn. Inside, Zero Two’s room was lit only by a few scattered candles that Ichigo and Goro had rationed out to everyone. Though everyone was uneasy because Papa and the rest of the adults had abandoned them, the survivalist lifestyle they had made for themselves seemed to suit them. Zero Two tookhad taken to it especially well: Hiro had never seen her as happy as she had been over the past few weeks.

Now Hiro watched as the light flickered and danced over Zero Two’s features as she worked diligently on coloring their new picture book. She looked so content that Hiro almost did not want to interrupt her, but there had been something on his mind and it seemed as good a time as any to ask.

"Zero Two, can I ask you something?"

"Anything." She replied without hesitation. She looked up from her drawing, granting him her full attention.

"That day by the lake you said you would show me... -- what does come after kissing?"

She startled at the question and looked away from him, face reddening.

"Darling, you pervert!” She mumbled. “You've been thinking of that this whole time?"

"Well..." it was Hiro's turn to blush. He remembered that day by the lake, how strange it made him feel to have her body pressed against him. Strange, but not bad. It had been intriguing. Good, yet frightening at the same time. The way she acted back then had scared him. It was as though she was trying to push him away even as she was physically bringing him closer. But now that they really knew each other again, he wondered...

"Well, ah - I was just curious. You don’t have to tell me."

"No, I will. It's...something very special." She said, her eyes fixed on the floor. "It's like a kiss, but with your whole body."

"A hug?"

"Sort of. But different."

Hiro shifted uncomfortably, his skin grew warm as Zero two explained to him what 'after kissing' entailed. She told him it was a ritual, of sorts, people from long ago sometimes did to affirm their love for each other, and bring each other great pleasure.

"A ritual of love..." Hiro repeated softly after she finished. He tried to imagine what it would be like for himself and Zero Two to fit their bodies together the way she had described. It sounded unreal - he almost couldn't believe it. And if it was so pleasurable, why did nobody do it anymore? Why didn't Papa want them to know about it? Then again, Papa did not seem to want them to know about 'love' at all… so he supposed it made sense that this ritual was kept from them. All he knew was that the idea made him feel things, made his body tingle like it had by the lake that day. Only this time he wasn’t afraid; he was excited.

"Do-do you want to try it?" Zero Two asked, looking at him for the first time in several minutes. Her face was still pink with embarrassment, but she held his gaze.

"Yes." He answered too quickly, then immediately backpedaled. "I-I mean... I love you, Zero Two. I want to be close to you. But if you don't want to, that's okay. I'm happy just being here with you. We don't need to do any rituals to be together."

"I want to be close to you too.” Zero Two whispered, looking down again. “I want to try it."

They fell silent for a moment. Hiro was not sure what to do. His insides fluttered with anticipation; he was pretty sure they were going to undress. He had never been given permission to look at a girl’s body before. The idea excited him. But he did not really know what he was doing, so he was hesitant to take the lead.

"So, um, what do we - "

"Here." Zero Two stood up, her drawing now long abandoned, and reached for his hand. She pulled him up off the ground, and for a moment they just stood there holding hands. Her skin was so warm and soft. She smiled at him, and he smiled back - he had never in his life done as much smiling as he had in the past few weeks. He was not sure he really knew happiness before he knew Zero Two.

With a deep breath Zero Two released his hands and unzipped her dress. She pushed it away and let it pool on the floor, standing before him only in underwear. She stopped and looked at him expectantly. It took him a moment to realize what she was waiting for, and then he set about removing his own clothes. The trappings of his uniform fell to his feet.

He flushed and nearly turned away when Zero Two starts to remove her underwear. He was not used to being allowed to look at a girl this way; it was embarrassing and forbidden.

"It's okay. I want you to look. I want you to see me, darling."

He knew she wasn't just talking about her body. He wasn't either when he remarked: "You're beautiful, Zero Two."

He could only stare, as captivated by her as he was that moment they first met. She was gorgeous, a sleek vision from the point of her horns all the way down to her toes. His abdomen tingled from just looking at her, his body awakening, tightening and moving as though drawn to her.

After a long moment Zero Two closed the distance between them and reached for his underwear, lifting and drawing it down his legs. He stepped out of them and looked down at himself, feeling self-conscious. He looked silly, especially between his legs. She was all soft, gentle curves and he was the opposite: harsh, awkward angles. He could feel her eyes on him. He waited for her laughter. Instead he felt her fingers on his chest. He jumped in surprise. Carefully, she traced his scar, the mark she had left on his heart.

"My darling." She whispered.

He looked up at her and the smile she gave him put the candlelight around them to shame. Taking both of his hands in hers, she led him to her bed. Pushing him down, she climbed into his lap and kissed him. Her naked body felt so good against his, delicate skin against skin. It was overwhelming. He wanted more. Letting his hands drop to her hips, Hiro pulled her closer, pressed his lips against hers harder.

“You taste different.” Zero Two told him after several kisses.

“I do?”

“You taste…” Licking her lips, she hummed in thought, “More like me.”

“Is that… good?”

“I think it’s just another sign that you’re changing.” Reaching out, she brushed a fingertip over one of his horn stubs. “I like it.”

She kissed him again, then cautiously explored and tasted his body. He wasn’t sure exactly why, but it made him feel amazing. His groin throbbed in the most delicious way when she touched between his legs. His skin was fire, his blood molten.

Eventually she took his hands and showed him how to touch her. She showed him how to caress all of her, even between her legs. His touches drew soft sighs and moans that made him ache.

Finally, when he felt so good he thought he could take no more, Zero Two pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Using her hands to guide him, she carefully took him inside of her. Hiro gasped. It was like connecting to her in Sterezlia but so much warmer. Heat and tingling focused in his torso and rippled all over his body. It was the most incredible he had ever felt. But when he looked up at Zero Two her teeth were gritted, brow knitted in concentration.

"Is this...hurting you?"

"A little." She admitted.

"Then stop!" Hiro exclaimed, alarmed. He reached for her waist and tried to lift her off of him, but it was no use; he didn’t have enough leverage. Besides, she was stronger than him. "Zero Two, move! I don't want to hurt you."

She looked eerily calm for someone in pain. He didn’t understand. Why wasn’t she upset?

Taking Hiro’s hands, Zero Two shook her head. The severity of her gaze stilled him.

"Darling, do you trust me?" Her voice was low, her eyes fixed on his.

"O-of course."

"Then just wait. Just another minute." She closed her eyes. "I knew this would happen. I-"

"I don't understand. I thought you said it was supposed to feel good." And for him it did. So very good. He didn't understand why it hurt her, but it didn't matter. He didn't care if he never felt this good again. It wasn’t worth it if it meant hurting her. Nothing was worth hurting her.

"It does, but it will stop. This sometimes happens during...during the first time." She hummed and pushed up with her feet. For a moment he thought she was going to get off of him, but then she let herself fall back down. She winced.

"H-hey, don't do that if it makes it worse!"

"Patience." She told him, and did it again. And again. And again. She sighed, "There, see? It doesn't hurt now."

Zero Two kept moving, gradually going faster. His eyes slipped closed. It was the most pleasurable sensation he had ever felt - warm and tight and tingling - and he let himself drown in it. In her.

Suddenly he felt Zero Two the gentle press of her breasts against his chest, her breath on his lips. He moaned, a deep contented sound he had never made before. She kissed him, mouth tasting of honey. When she pulled away he opened his eyes to find her smiling down at him, her green eyes sparkling with joy.

"Look, darling," she whispered, darting her eyes down to their joining, "we are one."

He followed her gaze, and his heart rate quickened at the sight.

"Wow." He breathed. Tears pricked at his eyes. The whole thing was surreal. The physical union of their bodies was, he felt, profoundly beautiful.

"Does it feel good?" Zero Two rested her forehead against his, her horns brushing against his own stubby ones. Sparks ignited at every point of contact between them. He ached with it.

"Amazing." he gasped, "But w-what about y-you?"

"Mhmm, it's wonderful." she purred. "But maybe it would be even better if--"

She seized one of his hands brought it down between them, just above where they were joined. As soon as he touched her, she gasped. With every movement she brushes slickly against his fingers, and soon she was making a whimpering he had never heard before.

"Zero Two, what's wrong? D-does it hurt again? " Concern was a bolt through the haze of his pleasure. He tried to move his hand away, but she shook her head and held it in place firmly.

"No! No, it doesn't h-hurt. It-it feels really, really good."

Hiro watched, enraptured, as Zero Two’s eyes closed and her face grew tight. Her movements were fluid, yet desperate, her body seeking something. Hiro’s own body was hurtling toward something too, he could sense it. They were at the precipice of something. With every movement, Hiro’s hips chased Zero Two’s. His heart pounded, faster and faster until he feared it would burst. Zero Two’s heartbeat kept time with his - he swore he could hear it. Their hearts beat and swelled together, his groin trobbed, and their hips moved, undulated, danced until Zero Two cried out, her body shivering and tightening around him and then he shook too as euphoria exploded behind his eyelids.

For several blissful breathless moments his groin pulsed, his breathing came in gasps, and he could almost feel something like the edge of his consciousness brushing against her’s. It was not a complete merge like in Sterezlia, but there was definitely something there - a sparking of two imperfect souls meeting.

“Zero Two…” Hiro murmured when he regained awareness of his surroundings. She lay beside him, head propped up on one arm, her free hand stroking his chest. His heartbeat slowed under her palm, as if calmed by her touch.

“Did you have fun, darling?” Her eyes glinted mischievously.

“Yeah. That was… wow. You’re amazing, Zero Two.”

“No, darling, we’re amazing.”

“Did you...like it too?”

“Mhmm.” Zero Two nodded, blushing.

Hiro yawned. He was suddenly very sleepy, his body heavy.

“Hey! What are you tired for? I did all the work!” She teased, smacking his arm with a grin.

“Dunno…” He mumbled. It was a struggle to keep his heavy eyelids open, but he didn’t want to stop looking at Zero Two. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, making her skin glow in the candlelight. Her smile was wider and brighter than he had ever seen it, wrinkling around the edges of her eyes. The past few weeks had been the best of his life so far, yet this single moment blew the previous weeks away. Feeling welled up in his chest; he wanted to stay like this for the rest of his life. Forever. Just like he had promised her all those years ago in the woods.

“Zero Two… let’s get married.” He hadn’t thought it was possible for her smile to get any bigger, but she proved him wrong.

“Soon, darling. For now, sleep.” Brushing her hand over his face, she closed his eyes for him. Her lips pressed against his chest.

Lulled by the sound of Zero Two’s steady breathing next to him, Hiro let his heavy body drift toward sleep.

Just before he slipped into dreaming, he heard her whisper:

“Don’t worry, darling. We have forever.”

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