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Sweet Dreams Are Made of This pt. 16

Dark! Peter Maximoff x fem reader (Mob Au)

Sorry about the delay but to make up for it this part is a little longer than usual!! And there's something special for you guys!! 👀👀👀 I hope you like it! And always comment or send me asks to let me know what you thought of it!! I love hearing from y'all (not fully proofread so if there are some mistakes please ignore them)

Summary: Peter has felt like a piece of him has been missing ever since he was taken away from his mother to be raised by his father. But when you seem to fill that piece there’s no way he’s ever letting you go

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, subby peter

Word Count: 2.5k

Peter’s question weighed heavily, making the air in the room disappear. You found it was hard to breath but under his heavy gaze you forced yourself to form a response that came out more like a question. “Spend the night with you?” You repeated, wondering if he understood the implications of his words.

Despite the boldness of his request his eyes were cast downward at his hands that laid in his lap. “Yes.” His hand came up to subtly touch the nail indents you had left in his cheek, an action that reminded you of your wrongdoings against him.”I do not think it is the worst thing I could have asked for.” His dark eyes moved to your face making you look away.

The dark undertone of his statement sent a shiver up your spine. As if sensing your discomfort he paused before continuing. “I lied.” His blatant statement caught your attention and you lifted your head to look at him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he continued.” I haven’t been sleeping well since you left, your absence made it… difficult. I missed your presence, even if it was just in the room next to mine. It was nice knowing that I wasn’t alone…” You could tell there was more he wanted to say but settled for an oversimplification hoping it would ease you.

“Alright.” You rose to your feet, doing your best not to collapse. “I will spend the night with you, if it is what you want.”

Peter scrambled to his feet, the unrefined gesture making you let out an amused huff. “It is.” He replied, breathless as he took your hand in his. “Oh it is.” You gave him a soft smile and watched as his face broke out in a wide one. You had never seen him smile in such a way, your chest tightening because of it. He kept your hands joined as he guided you to sit with him on the edge of the bed. You waited for him to undress but were surprised he moved to lay on the side of the bed closest to the wall. Peter looked at you expentaly waiting for you to do the same. Your face burned with shame and what you had assumed.

You awkwardly moved to lay on your side facing him. For a moment no one moved, you just watched one another. You took in the gentle rising and falling of his chest and the way his silver eyelashes seemed to glow in the darkness. You wondered if he was comfortable laying in suit pants and a dress shirt but he seemed unaffected. You tried not to show your own discomfort, one you blamed on laying in your damp work clothes. You kept your hand cradled close to your chest, knees slightly tucked up. You were trying your best to fit within the small confines of the bed. “I don’t think this bed was made for two people.” You joked, trying to ease the tension.

Peter just hummed, his chin tucked to his chest. His hands stayed close to his chest, clasped together as if he was replicating the gesture of holding someone else’s hand with his own. You took you a minute to realize that he was waiting for you to hold him. In your brief history of knowing one another he had never really initiated contact with you. Despite his wants, his unfamiliarity with it all stopped him from doing so out of fear of making a mistake. You moved your body impossibly closer and scooted further up onto the mattress, so his head was now level with your shoulders and chest. You were about as unfamiliar as he was but not so much so that you didn't know what to do.

You guided your hand across his side and underneath his arm to settle on his back to pull him closer. Your other hand lifted his head slightly so his head could rest on your arm. You then began to softly stroke his hair and watched as the tension leaked out of his body. His breath shaky as he welcomed the forgein touch. He moved so one of your legs was slotted between his and his leg rested along the curve of yours. and relished in the feeling of such intimate contact. His head came to rest in the space between your shoulder and head, nuzzling into you, his nose grazing the underside of your jaw. It was quiet and almost peaceful before his voice broke it with a question. “Do you like me?”

You were taken aback by it. “I like you.”

He let your answer mull around his head for a moment before asking another. “Do you love me?” This time his voice was quieter, unsure.

You thought about it for a moment, weighing your options and the outcomes of them both. You could feel his impatience grow as he awaited your answer. But you couldn't bring yourself to say those three little words so instead you went around it. “I do.”

“You do?” Peter asked, brows coming to furrow together. Unsatisfied with your answer, it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

“I do.”

“Say it.” He pressed, moving back so he could look at you.

“I did.”

“Say you love me.”

“I already said I do.”His frown deepened and you relented. “I love you.” Although your response was barely above a whisper he heard it. A pleased noise rumbling in his chest, and he resumed his nuzzling. You felt his hand begin to trace the the exposed skin above your chest. Peter was trying to replicate what you had done to him in the library. But at the memory of what had happened after had him whimpering as he felt his tight pants get even tighter.

“People who love each other get to do things other cannot.” He started, skin warming under your touch.

You felt your heart stop at his newfound revelation. But you played coy. “Like what?”

He hummed in thought as he scooted up to your level, the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. “They get to eat together, spend time with one another, share things, touch one another.”

“Touch each other?” Peter looked to you to gauge your reaction but your face remained unreadable so he continued.

“They kiss. Real kisses like the one in your bedroom, not just on the cheek or forehead.They get to touch each other in the way you did in the library.” At the mention of the incident you froze, knowing that it would have come up sooner than later. Although you hoped for later. ‘And I do love you.”

“You love me?” You stalled, hoping to steer him away. He nodded. “How do you know it is love and not… something else?”

Peter’s face contorted in confusion. “What else could it be? I only ever think of you, of your face, your kind words… of your touch.” At this he took your hand and led it down between your bodies. He placed your hand on the crotch of his pants and laid his over yours. He gave your hand a soft squeeze which made you give one unintentionally in return. He tilted his head back and shuddered. “O-oh your touch. I missed it.”

“Peter that was meant as a one time thing.”

‘You don’t love me then?” His eyes searched yours for the lie you were hiding.

“I love you but-”

“Please.” He begged, lips moving to kiss your jaw. “I’ve waited for you, you don’t know what you’ve done to me.” He pressed his lips to yours and you were surprised by his boldness. Although you weren't sure you could call it a kiss. His desperation caused it to be a clashing of teeth and spit, and when he pulled away a string of saliva connected you both. His watery eyes were blown out and a whimper escaped his lips as he began to rock his hips into yours, inexperienced and sporadic. “Please.” At the site your last ounce of restraint was broken.

“Like last time?” You asked, beginning to stroke him softly squeezing him.

Peter let himself get lost in the moment before shaking his head. “I want to see you.” His curious hands came to touch your clothed chest, groping your chest through the material. “C-can I kiss them?” You nodded but before you could remove your shirt he began his assault. You watched as he sloppily kissed the fabric before mouthing at the outline of your breast. You cursed and let him before pulling him off, his drool darkening the fabric in his absence. He whined at the loss of contact until he saw your hands coming up to work the buttons of your shirt. His breath was heavy and opened mouth as he watched you. Your simple black bra was exposed to him and you felt his hips rock in response.

You reached behind to unclasp it and your tits spilled out with a bounce. “Oh god.” Peter groaned, voice high and whinny. “You’re so pretty.” His compliment had you flushing with warmth. He wasted no time attached his lips to the puffy nipple while his hand came to squeeze greedily at the other. His natural instincts taking over as he began to suck, it was too painful and rough, as all of his touches were. You let him until you felt him nip the sensitive bud.

“Peter baby wait.” You winced, making him stop his assault on your chest. “You gotta be gentle, no biting honey.” You stared down at his wide eyes, petting the side of his face with your knuckles. He preened from your gentle touches and pet names. Eyes fluttering closed, his moan vibrating through you. “M’sorry.” He mumbled, not detaching himself to respond. He began to suck again and shifted himself so he was laying half on top of you and you were on your back.

You let out a reluctant moan of your own and Peter paused, moaning in response. He began to suck with a new motivation, eager to hear more of your pretty noises. And after a while you couldn't hold them in anymore. Your soft moans ringed in harmony with his breathless and whinny whimpers. Peter moved again, rocking his hips into your core, it was fast and hard. “His lips slipped from your chest as his eyes began to roll back. “The feeling is back. “O-oh it feels so strange, but it’s so good.” He had buried his face into your neck, roughly biting down despite your warnings of not to.

“Peter!” You hissed, the pain easing as he mouthed at the wound. He fought the urge to smirk, now all in the manor would know who you belong to.

He rested his weight on his hands as he thrusted his hips into you, he knew so little about sex but he knew what made him feel good.Peter assumed this is what sex was. Little did he know how good it could feel if there was nothing between you and he was buried balls deep inside. But he knew none of that so instead he settled for dry humping you.

He had recalled that day in the library and knew that after you had given him so much pleasure it felt so good to buck into you. And if he hadn't been so spent after coming he would have done as he was doing now. So he humped your clothed pussy, shaking the frame of the small mattress and moaning into your ear. Tears pricked his eyes as he felt his frustration build, he couldn't figure out why it didn’t feel as good as before. Then he realized it was because you had been in control last time. The rush he had from you touching him and bending him to your will made his control so unsatisfactory.

He let his weight fall onto you as his hips kept at it. “I can’t- I need you to do it.” Peter moaned, suddenly flipping you on top of him with a strength you didn’t expect him to possess. His hips now bucked up into you. You hesitated a moment, it was one thing to let him take you as he wanted but it was another to do it to him. Even if it was far less vulgar than before. But somehow this felt much more sinful.

But the throbbing ache in your core from his relentless clothed thrusts and his soft cries for you to move you caved. You leaned back and rested your hands on his thighs as you began to move your hips over his raised member. “Peter,” You mused, throwing your head back as your hips picked up their pace. He whined your name in response and his hands laid limply at his side fisting the sheets. You figured he didn't know where to put them so you led him to rest his hands on your hips and he looked at you as if you had given him the world. Peter used it to aid your movements. His eyes were locked on your chest as they bounced, mouth agape and watering. “Something’s happening again.” He whined, his grip on your hips getting tighter.

“You’re cumming baby, I’m gonna cum too.” You whined, picking up your pace.

“I’m cumming,” He cried, loving the way the dirty word sounded on his tongue. “(y/n) I’m coming-” He sat up and pulled you flush to him, hips spasming as he spilled himself into his pants, the warmth of his cum making you come as well. You let out a string of moans that echoed throughout the room, mingling with his cries. Peter continued to hold you close as you both came down from your highs. You felt his hips shift below you, uncomfortable with the sticky mess that was in his pants. “M’ all messy.” He whined. “And sticky.” His face burned red with his embarrassment.

“It’s alright baby, I am too.” His eyes widened at your confession.

“I made you feel good?” Peter asked in wonder. You nodded, leaning down to kiss his lips, blaming the gesture on your lust.

“You better change, It won’t be very comfortable to sleep like that.” Peter listened to your words and reluctantly got up to rid himself of his spoiled clothes. But before he disappeared to change he spared a nervous glance back at you, as if scared the moment he left you would be gone. You gave him a reassuring smile. “I’ll be right here.”

Peter nodded and closed the door to the bathroom. You wanted to change as well but not wanting to borrow anything for Peter you settled for slipping off your jeans and staying in your sticky panties. Which weren’t doing anything to ease your want for him. Peter returned in record time and settled next to you in bed. He slipped beneath the covers as you had done. He wanted to recreate your position from before but in feeling your bare leg his cock sprang to life again. He whimpered and you sighed. “It’s back.”

“You’re okay, tomorrow we’ll take care of it.”

“Okay.” he huffed. You moved him to where his back was to your chest so he couldn't seek any more pleasure and he could perhaps catch up on sleep. And sure enough his soft snores filled the room and you felt your eyes begin to heavy.

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Memories of Us chapter 15 - Emotions

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My eyes are closed.

I open them and look around.

I see a bed, rays of sun come in through the window.

His beautiful red eyes.

The bright light shines behind the silver hair that covers those crimson eyes that stay locked onto me.

I feel his loving stare, I never felt this way before.

My hand comes up to press against his skin, but it's not my hand.

I recognize this person, we’ve been here before.

I know you.

I feel my heart breaking now.

You aren't here.

You left in the night, you couldn't even tell me why.

Warm light shines through the window, Octavia shifts in her sleep, still laying on her couch wrapped in the plush blanket.

Suddenly, she startles awake.

The dream she was having felt so real, but was that Astarion?

She blinks a bit, the dull ache in her head settling in. How much did she drink last night? She shifts a bit and feels her legs touch the end of the couch. The dull pain in her neck made it hard to lift her head but when she does, she sees nothing at the other end.

Astarion must have left in the night. Why else would she wake up alone? Octavia feels a slight drop in her chest, a little twinge of heartbreak, maybe even disappointment.

It’s as if the little flame that she had little flashes of is slowly snuffed out. She sighs and wraps the blanket around herself. Slowly, she surveys the room. Her living room is a mess of clothes, bottles, and a couple of cushions thrown about haphazardly. Over by her door, she notices Astarion’s jacket hanging on the hook. Perhaps he’s still here?

Octavia drags the blanket along the carpet as she picks up her clothes; when out of the corner of her eye, she sees shadows at the end of the hallway connecting to her bedroom.

She quietly shuffles over to the door, pressing her ear against it. She tries to concentrate on the noise behind the door, only hearing some shuffling noises.

“I can hear you out there, you know. I figured you would've learned not to spy on people given what happened last time.” Astarion’s voice called from behind her private room.

Octavia scoffs, grinning slightly. She pushes the door open to find Astarion laying on top of the sheets she had recently washed. “Is it spying if it's my house?”, she asks sarcastically.

As she stands at the door, she sees his eyes glance up and quickly go back down to the book in his hands. Funny how he can take command of the room, even if it isn't his own. “You look comfortable. How's my bed feel?”

Astarion's wearing the same fitted black pants he wore the night before, his light gray shirt was lazily thrown on his toned frame. The fabric haphazardly clung to the rise and fall of the muscles on his chest.

He had closed the curtains in her room leaving it shrouded in partial darkness. There's lit candles throughout her room all flickering in a soft yellow glow. In contrast, Astarion’s features were highlighted by the faint shimmer from the flames.

Astarion was reading one of the many textbooks she still had from college, his fingers spread between the pages paint an obscene picture in her head. Octavia shakes it off and fully enters her room. He flips through the book languidly, responding back “Well, it would've definitely been better than the couch.”

The heat immediately rushed through her body, making her lack of clothing evident. Octavia clears her throat, trembling under the blanket. The cool air of her darkened room made her skin break out in gooseflesh. Astarion peers up from the book, he raises an eyebrow at her inquisitively.

“Something the matter, dear?” he asks, still flipping slowly through the book.

“I need to change, Astarion. Do you mind leaving the room for a few minutes?” Octavia wraps the fabric around herself tighter, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Sweetness, do you remember that little detail about myself I mentioned to you?” he tilts his head and looks up at her from under his silvery gray lashes.

Octavia scoffs, crossing her arms and curling up tighter under the thin material. “You can wait in the hallway for five minutes can't you? Please?”

“You're really adorable when you're acting bashful, dear. Have you forgotten what we did last night?” He closes the book and slides over to the edge of the bed. His long legs fall over the side as he pulls Octavia closer by the fabric that drapes her.

Octavia settles in between his legs, she feels an arm wrap around her pulling her closer. The blanket rubs against her cold skin, making more goosebumps grow. She sucks air in through her teeth, shivering slightly.

“Astarion…I'm cold. Can I plea-” Octavia’s voice gets cut off as she feels Astarion begin to tug at the spot where Octavia’s hands held it closed. She blushes at the look on his face, his reddened eyes shine with a mischievous glint. She scoffs, playfully rolling her eyes, if it's a chase he wants, game on.

Octavia smirks and pulls away from him. Her eyes soften and she says with a coquettish grin, “No.”

She feels Astarion’s hands drop, he looks into her eyes with a pleading gaze. His brows tilt upward, his eyes become more rounded and soft, his lips turn down with a feigned pathetic pout. “Why not?” A low whine followed by him laying back and propping himself up on his elbows.

“Because.” Octavia smiles wider, she walks over to her wardrobe, and gathers some clothes. “Sometimes, being told no is just as good as being told yes. You have to be patient, Astarion. I can't give you everything all at once. You have to work for it.”

She gives him a kiss at the tip of his nose and turns, walking to the door. She drops the blanket and winks, stepping out before calling back “I won't be long, when I return, you and I are going to have a little talk.”

Astarion sits on her bed in her room. He glances around Octavia’s private space, and takes in the environment. Her bookshelves were full of different types of books. Historical texts, photo books, reference books, the majority of it revolved around the defeat of the Absolute.

That's…well she does work for me at the museum…research, of course.

His curiosity was getting the better of him, the roguish skills itching to be used again.

Astarion opens up one of the drawers of her nightstand. Inside he notices a couple of pens and some little cards. A stack of letters were under those, the topmost one had the name of a man on the return address.

Astarion pulls out the letter, quickly taking it out and unfolding it. He sees a small picture fall to the ground, he picks it up, quickly scanning the letter but stops when he sees “My darling, I long to see you again.”

Was she already in a relationship?? He continues on slowly to catch every detail.

My darling, I long to see you again. It's been at least eight months since you’ve come to visit. Your mother misses you, even if it's just an afternoon tea at her grave. I know you are quite busy at your new job at the museum, but do come by soon? It's almost Heroes’ Day and you know how much your mother loved that day. I sent you the drawing we had made back when you were my little historian, you and your mom looked so happy, figured you would love it. Let me know when you can come visit, I’ll have your favorite tea waiting.

Love always,

Dad

~Oh, I sent that old book and the letters! I knew this job would be what you needed to feel connected to your mom and her family. She would be so proud of you,Tavvy. I know I am.

Astarion’s taken back somewhat. There's something about that nickname that makes a knot grow in his chest. The mysterious familiarity that keeps following him. He shakes it off and looks back at the small drawing in his hand.

A small girl, whom he figures is Octavia, is in the middle of two adults. Her hair is in two buns with braids flowing down her back. A woman who looks like Octavia, is to her left. The woman's skin is tan like Octavia’s with brown curly hair that's tied up in a half up style. She's got gorgeous hazel eyes and her smile is just as brilliant looking as Octavia’s.

To Octavia’s right is what looks like an elven man, also with tan skin. His eyes are a beautiful green like the rings surrounding Octavia’s own eyes. His arm is draped around the woman’s in a tight embrace. They look happy, but a sadness looms over the picture. Astarion flips over the picture, a small note adorns the corner: Altavia, Ralomaer, Octavia: age 12.

Suddenly, Astarion hears some rustling in the room adjacent to Octavia’s. She must be finishing up with whatever she's doing. He quickly stuffs the letter and picture inside the envelope, shoving it inside the drawer and slamming it shut. He grabs a different book and throws himself on the bed, quickly acting preoccupied.

Octavia opens the door and walks in. Her hair is braided in a crown around her head, some tendrils fall on the sides of her temples. She's wearing a loose tunic and some leggings, a woven cardigan keeping her warm against the chill of the darkened room. “Why do I feel like you've gotten yourself into some trouble?”

Astarion lowers the book, an inconspicuous look painted on his face. He quirked an eyebrow to sell the lie. “I haven't the faintest idea what you mean, I was sitting here reading this book on…” he glances at the cover, “’Ecology and Reproduction of the Myconid species’? Huh…it was quite interesting. Like nothing I’ve read before.”

Closing the book, Astarion sits up on the edge of Octavia’s bed. “I mean it did remind me of last night…” he trails off suggestively, dropping his voice in that seductive tone, hoping it takes her off the suspicious trail she seemed to be going down.

“Is that right?” Octavia feeds into his energy, sliding in between his legs, taking the same position she was in before she took off. Astarion’s hands find their place back around her waist.

Octavia giggles and starts to run her fingers in his hair. “So which part reminded you of last night? The spore reproduction or the part where you are basically part of a hive mind that can communicate all at once?”

Astarion shivers under the gentle scratch of her nails on his scalp, a little hum coming out of his mouth. “Hmmm…I don't know. I might have to be reminded of a few key parts.” He runs his hands up her back, nuzzling her chest.

Octavia shakes her head, he clearly had a one track mind. If she was hoping to get her say, she would have to lean in some more. “Key parts like….you running your hands all over me?” Astarion’s face lights up with a fanged grin.

“I see you remember it as well, my little flower.” Astarion begins to kiss her breasts over her clothes, playing with the hem of her tunic. “Why don't we have a little replay of it? Maybe chat more about the parts we liked?”

Octavia laughs and pushes Astarion’s shoulder, making him lay back on the bed.

“Well, I’m glad you brought that up. I would love to have a little chat about last night.” She tried to maintain a serious stance, but seeing how flustered he was she couldn't help but crack a bit. “Are you alright?”

Astarion shakes his head, blinking himself out of his lovestruck trance. “Oh yes, my little temptress, I'm perfectly alright. After that display, are you sure all you want to do is talk?” he slides up onto Octavia’s bed, with that same look that makes her knees weak.

“Astarion…I’m trying to be serious with you.” she scoffs and walks towards him. Astarion stretches out, his lithe and sinewy form laid perfectly on her bed. He played a dirty game, and he knows he always has the upper hand.

“We can talk more here, love.” his blood red eyes pierce through her, picking out the parts that make her body burn. His sly smirk highlights his intentions, but is soothed by the innocent enough movement of his hand swiping the space next to him in bed. “Why don't you join me, sweet girl? This bed is awfully big for just one person…” he holds his hand out expectantly.

Octavia huffs and takes his hand. He leads her onto the bed, his movements soft and delicate against the ardor behind his eyes. She ends up sitting at the head of her bed, her back on the cushioned headboard, Astarion sees a perfect opportunity and lays his head on her thighs.

“You seem particularly comfortable now, are you trying to avoid this conversation?” Octavia runs her fingers through his hair again, its soft curls intertwine with her movements as if they're begging for more of her touch. “Hmmm not particularly, no..but..I can think of a few things I'd rather be doing with my tongue.” Astarion peeks up at her, then nuzzles his head on the swell of her thigh.

“You're so insufferable sometimes you know?” She says with an amused tilt. “You can try to avoid it all you want, but until we have this conversation….” Octavia takes Astarion’s hands, which had begun to snake themselves up her legs, and lifts them off. She starts to slide off the bed when she feels a tug beckoning her back.

Astarion’s arms wrap around her waist and pull her back into the bed. Octavia yelps as she hits the mattress on her side, giggling as Astarion nuzzles into the space between her shoulder and neck. “We are going to talk about this damnit!!” She laughs and turns to lay on her back.

Astarion sighs and copies her. “Fiiiineeee. If you insist. Let's talk then.” He turns his head and pouts at her dramatically. “I know it wasn't that you didn't enjoy yourself. From the way you were pulling at my clothes..” the pout twists into a devilish smirk, a haughty giggle flows out.

Octavia and Astarion lay in her bed, she twists to her side and stares at his profile. He really was incredibly beautiful and this light only enhanced it. She puts her hand on his chest, as his laughter dies, he closes his eyes and hums happily. Octavia felt the butterflies in her lungs going mad.

“What is this? What are we?” Damn, her mouth.

Astarion turns to her, blinking rapidly, his eyes wide with slight surprise. He bites the inside of his lip and smiles nervously. “I don't know…” he starts, “but isn't it nice, to not know?” He nervously smiles, his eyes dart, trying to look anywhere but her face.

Octavia is taken back, she didn't know how serious this would be afterwards. She was hoping for at least a little bit of a chance to grow whatever they had into something more, but with that answer, it seems like this is all it was going to be for him.

“Oh…” she starts, ”is that what you want? I mean I like you, but I..uh..” Octavia goes quiet, she plays with her hands not finding the words to continue.

Astarion turns to look at her, he hates seeing the same heartbreak and confusion he saw in Tav, gods, he's doing it again.

Stop, you fucking idiot.

“Octavia…you aren't just one night that's better to forget…I- I'm not sure what you are just yet…but whatever else could you be? It's all so complicated, honestly.”

He looks up at the ceiling, eyes full of sadness and regret, he swallows and exhales.

“My darling, you mean new possibilities to me. It's been a very long time since I’ve done anything like this. I'm sorry I can't define this yet.” He takes her hand off his chest and kisses the top of it. “I know that whatever you are, for now, you are very important to me.”

Octavia felt her heart shoot to her throat, this was all so different. Even though they had skipped the formality the previous night, she still wanted to know if there was a way to bloom into something more.

Astarion’s past was full of death and regret, he was still a giant mystery to be solved. His pain and grief was an obvious and invasive dark cloud that hung over perpetually drowning him in its downpour.

He pulls Octavia in closer, she trembles slightly, his whole existence terrified her. He could easily kill her, compel her to let him drain her blood, but his soft and vulnerable moments tell her to trust him even through the guarded veil he put up.

Astarion sits up on his elbow and drapes an arm over Octavia, locking her down to the bed. He smiles down at her and brushes some hair behind her ear. He leans down and kisses her cheek, then her nose, and finally her lips.

Octavia felt the warmth of his kisses on her skin. Even though he was technically dead, his touch felt alive and hot. She couldn't help but run her hands all over his hair. He would softly exhale feather soft moans with each pass of her hand through his scalp.

She could feel his emotions pouring into her with each kiss. The hunger and desperation to be loved, each missed chance, every regret. The unbearable weight of his heart being mended slowly with each brush of contact from her. His touch lit her skin in a pleasurable heat.

Astarion feels as if he couldn't stop himself. Each sound she made fueled his desperation to let go and be open to the flames growing within. Flaying and ripping him open from the inside, only to rise from the ashes of his own misery. Octavia’s hands are untangling his heart and cradling it in her loving web.

His hands work their way down to the hem of her sweater, stopping before they explore further. He pulls away, leaving her lips kiss bruised and red. She's fully flushed, lips parted, breathing ragged and heavy. She swallows and blinks a bit, looking up at him, half hooded eyes full of lust and confusion.

“I’m sorry…I went too far, I can't help it..it’s been so long and well..with you, gods I feel like an inexperienced youth. Fucking embarrassing.” He sits up, Octavia props herself up on her elbows and listens. “I've been thinking about you for months, all the things I would do if I had you here exactly like this but how am I supposed to do this and not ruin it?”

Octavia is just watching as he slides off the bed and begins to pace around her room. “Gods, am I really this out of practice? I used to bed so many people no problem, what the fuck is going on now? All I could think about was ruining you with my hands, my mouth, and my cock, all of it but it feels so manipulative to use you as my plaything when you're so sweet and beautiful and patient.”

He monologues, all while throwing his hands up in the air, rambling and not stopping. “Why is this so difficult??? If this was a normal situation I would have bedded you at least 5 times already.”

Octavia was taken back once again, he obviously is on a tangent and his brain is not at all in sync with his mouth. “Astarion…” Octavia interjects, but Astarion is on a roll, nothing can shake him from this rant “This keeps happening to me, I get close to someone and then it goes to shit. This is exactly what happened last time with-”

“ASTARION!” Octavia screams, interrupting him yet again. This time, it works, slapping him out of his passionate word vomit. Her voice was firm, but still laced with concern. “Sit with me.” She pats the space next to her, and holds her hand out, her turn now to lead him.

He looks at her with hesitation and sits on the edge of the bed next to her. “We can just sit here okay? Nothing more if you don't want to.” Octavia wraps an arm around him, bringing him close to her in a warm embrace. She holds him there, feeling him tense up and relax into her arms. His head rested in the crook of her neck again.

They sit in silence, she feels him wrap his arms around her waist. He takes a deep inhale and lets out a long shuddering breath. She feels a tremble come up from the base of his spine and it dissipates throughout his body. Octavia just hugs him tighter as he melts into her touch.

She rubs a hand down his back and she feels him tense up again. He pulls away from her hand immediately, arching his back away from her touch. “I'm sorry, too much?” She says quietly, pulling her hand back and instead placing it on his shoulder. He nods quietly and nestles his head back in its spot on her neck.

Octavia let her hand wander to his hair once more, she noticed earlier how his body reacted to the scratching of her nails on his scalp. His ears would twitch a little, he would breathe in a little slower, his eyes would close, the corners of his mouth would curve up a little.

Astarion leans up and kisses her neck, a soft peck under her jaw. He places a hand on her thigh and buries his head in her neck. Octavia couldn't help but smile at the neediness he was displaying. “ I can't help but feel like I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you.” he spoke quietly into her hair, taking in her scent.

“What do you mean? I think you deserve to be happy if that's what you want. You deserve something real and honest. Everyone does. Even you, even if you don't think so yourself.” Octavia takes her arm off his shoulder and plays with the hair on the back of his head.

Astarion rests his head on her shoulder as she continues. “I don't know what you've been through, but you aren't alone. I’m here aren't I? You have Gale, too…” Astarion huffs as she finishes speaking. “I like you better, though. You're prettier.”

Octavia aims to kiss his forehead, but as soon as she turns her head, Astarion catches her and kisses her deeply. “Tell me what you want, Astarion.” She places a hand on his jaw and rubs at his cheek with her thumb. “I will give you anything, whether it's with me or without as long as you're happy.”

He was taken back by her words, he couldn't imagine his life without her now. It's the same feeling he had with Tav, after he confessed his hidden intentions and foiled plans. The familiarity felt somewhat nice. To be flustered by someone who he considered completely unpredictable.

He kept his hand on hers, the warmth of her skin made him feel the same way, the feeling of home that he had willingly abandoned. All these years running away, spent alone and isolated, now seem to crumble away with her touch. “I want this. I want you. I want it all….. I just don't know if I should after all this time.”

Octavia tilts her head “You sure have a lot of reasons for why you shouldn't be happy. Can I give you one why you should?”

Astarion pulls away from her shoulder, sitting upright. Octavia turns his head and holds his gaze. A soft smile is on her face, as she begins to speak. “You have survived your past. I'm so sorry that it was what it was. I wish I could have known you then, but I know you now. For that, I am thankful for whatever led you here. So…I guess you can be happy we found each other?” She shifts a bit, breaking their gaze, but trying her hardest to console him.

“I’m really bad at this can't you tell?” she says after a few moments of awkward silence. Astarion scoffs “That's putting it mildly, dear. You're awful.” He starts to laugh, Octavia slightly pushes him off her shoulder. He keeps laughing louder and more animated.

Octavia joins him, mostly because of his unhinged response. Eventually he falls back and clutches at his stomach, he keeps going until his eyes start to water. “Gods, Astarion, it wasn't that funny.” she giggles more as he slows his laughter, coughing as he catches the breath he didn't need. “Oh fuck, I'm sorry. I have no idea what the hells that was..”

Octavia smiles and shakes her head. “It's fine. I like hearing you laugh like that. You sounded happy.” she lays next to him, their legs dangling off the bed. He slides his hand into hers and laces their fingers together. He keeps his gaze up at the ceiling not saying anything.

She closes her eyes and relaxes into the bed, their hands clasped still. “This is nice.” he says, his voice sounding hoarse after his laughing fit. “I missed this. The little things.” he sighs, taking her hand and placing it on his chest. Octavia opens her eyes and is greeted by him leaning over her.

“This is nice.” She agrees, and brushes some of his curls behind his ear. He lets out a small shudder and his face scrunches up. “That was new.” he says with an embarrassed laugh as Octavia’s hand lingers on his shoulder. “I look forward to finding out more new things about myself….with you.”

Oh…

“I think I'd like that very much.” Octavia could feel herself blushing, the heat in her cheeks surely leaving a reddish hue on her cheeks. “We don't even have to label anything like I said. No one has to know if you don't want them to. Not yet.” She smiles, her own secret was hidden beneath that statement.

He leans over her and gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, then another on her lips. “Thank you.” Octavia props herself up on her elbows, “For what?” she asks. Astarion takes her hand and kisses it softly, “Giving me a chance at something which I thought I couldn't find anymore. This is truly a gift. I won't forget it. Not for a long time.”

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #astarion bg3 #fic: memories of us #bg3 headcanon #modern au

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Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 15

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 15🥰🐞

A/N: This is heartbreaking, and beautiful, slightly fluff and y'all are probably going to kill, but bear with me okay. This might be triggering for people suffering from PTSD!💓 Side Note: thank you all so much for the support. Much love, my bugsies 🥰🐞

Warnings: hospital scenes, trigger warnings, sadness, violence, swearing, PTSD triggers, mentions of drug abuse, sexual content 🥹

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Her eyes is closed and her breathing relaxed, tucked under the covers she looks so different from the day he first saw her.

He saw her walking into the diner, with this sense of darkness surrounding her, poor girl he thought to himself, she just sat there clearly deep in thought, he went up to her asked if she wanted a refill of her coffee, her voice was soft, almost broken when she said yes, thank you.

Her eyes held him capitaved for a few seconds, the sadness he saw, made him recall his own past.

She quickly glanced down, like she was ashamed of something, maybe herself even. He could tell she wanted to be alone, so after he asked if she needed anything else, he went back to the counter. It was almost closing time, when he saw her get up, walking as fast as she could, he could tell she was high, he's been there too.

The closing of the door, had him walking a little closer just to hear if she was doing okay, but before he could knock and ask, he heard a loud noise coming from the bathroom stalls.

He pushed the door open, the sight of this woman he didn't know almost got to him, he saw the blood pooling on the tiles and the fluid coming from her mouth, he fell to his knees ensuring her airway is clear he tilted her head back, lifting her chin slightly, removing the narcan he always kept with him, gently inserting the nozzle into her right nostril, and firmly pressing against the plunger, hoping, praying that this dose will work.

After about four minutes, her eyes started opening, and her breathing became more rapid, his smile greeted her, but she didn't really take notice, he knew the affect of narcan on the human body, one hell of a headache is awaiting her and body aching all over, is what causing her to lose consciousness, well that and the gash at the back of her head, he grabbed a towel, putting pressure on the wound, he picked her up in one swiftly, carrying her to the pickup, driving to the only place he came to know so well, Judy's ranche where she took him, to recover from his own overdose.

He placed her on his bed, grabbing the medic kit, being a combat medic came in handy in situations like these, he quickly cleaned the laceration and started suturing the wound, being as gentle as he could, she looked so frail, he thought.

It felt like hours, but he just sat there waiting for her to wake up, he put a wet folded up cloth on her forehead, his poor attempt of trying to ease the headache.

Leaning over her trying to adjust the cloth, he saw her eyes fluttering open, she gasped for air, she didn't utter a word, not even a thank you for saving her life, all he got was a fist flat on his nose and a kick in his nuts.

Who the hell are you, she shouted holding her head. Judy came running in, a laugh escaped her lips, looking at him, "Benny looks like we have a little fighter she said, walking to the edge of the bed, sitting down at her feet, trying to calm her down.

Poor Judy tried to explain that they would occasionally come across people who needed some help. She just sat there wide eyed with a confused expression, clearly not trusting them.

He straightened up from his hunched over position, pinching his nose to stop the bleeding.

"For such a tiny creature, you sure know how to throw a punch, he said with a smirk. Look I'm so sorry I - we scared you, we are really just here to help you.

"Oh really, still weak but spitting fire, then tell me why the hell am I here in this room instead of hospital bed.

Judy, gave her a reassuring smile, most people passing through this one horse town, is either running from the police or abusive ex husbands, so we try to assess the situation first, before making rash decisions. I'm sheriff Jody Mills, and this poor roughed up man over here is Benny Lafitte. So honey, you can either tell us what your running from, or you can just stay here and rest, maybe even get clean, its all up to you.

Her eyes still wide, she looked at Judy, with pursed lips she said she wanted to come clean, and glancing over to him, she just said thank you. She curled up on the bed, holding her head, as if it will explode at any moment.

The withdrawal started, he felt so sorry for her, of course se was irritable at first, craving the pills, she would yell, and then she'll just curl up in bed, by day 3 it took a turn she'll get hot and cold flushes, drenching the bed sheets in sweat, the nauseousness and vomiting has gotten worse, he'd hold her hair back, and carry her back and forth from the bed to the bathroom, he weren't always sure if the watery eyes and runny nose had something to do with the withdrawal or the sadness and pain she wore, she would be a little at rest and then the shaking would start, her whole body was trembling, he just sat there holding her hand when se needed comfort, while trying to encourage her, making sure she gets in enough fluids, there were moments when he needed to hold her and make her drink a few sips, feeling her small body trembling so out of control against him, made him feel hopeless, but what really had him worried is the times she got some sleep, she would wake up screaming "No Luke" it sounded fearful and like she was in severe pain, and at other times she'd say "Dean I'm so sorry" but that felt more heartbroken, than fearful.

He'd sleep on the floor next to his - now her bed, he didn't mind, as matter of fact when he got back from his 10th tour, he only found comfort sleeping on the ground, and besides he didn't want to leave her site, incase she needed someone.

She hardly ate, they've tried to give her everything they could think of soup, stew, nothing seemed to work, she'll only take one bite, and then the vomitting would start over again.

Round about day eight the whitdrawhal symptoms simmered down, the shaking, the sweating, and the cold and hot flushes became less and less.

She barely, spoke, just said thanks for everything now and then, but other than that she was quiet and withdrawn, he'll look at her, while she's staring outside the bedroom window, thinking that whatever was haunting her came back more vividly now that, the effects of drugs was wearing off more and more.

She's been there for about a month, when he realized she was an artist, and she was good, one morning when they ate breakfast, there was a pen and a receipt of the groceries he bought the previous day, he and Jody spoke about what needed to be done on the ranch, and she just sat there, picking up the pen and just started doodling, or so he thought, when she thanked them for the breakfast and stood up, taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen to do them, something she insisted on as a thanks for the hospitality, he pulled the piece of paper closer with his fingertips, he expected a little pattern, he sure did not expect a sketch of the cat that was lying on one of the bar stools.

Just right then and there he excused himself, and went into town, asking the older lady behind the counter in the stationery store for art supplies for an artist.

That afternoon when he finished his shift at the diner he rushed home, to give her the supplies, not really sure what to expect.

He parked his pickup truck and got out, taking the stuff in his arms, before stepping a foot on the porch, his nose was filled with the smell of roasted chicken or something, and Judy wasn't much of a cook and if he's not mistaken she is on duty thay day.

The aromas of a home cooked meal carried him into the house, he's so sure his heart skipped a beat or two, she stood behind the stove on her tippy toes, stirring something in the farthest pot at the back of the stove, humming something like an old Bon Jovi song.

Not wanting to scare her, he casually called her name, announcing his home, she flung around, greeting him with a small smile, "Hello Benny she said, he loved hearing her say his name. Hi, his voice sounded happy, I've gotten you something! "Me,? she looked at him with surprised look on her face.

I hope it's the right stuff he said, rubbing the back of his head. The curiosity in her eyes, made his day. She opened the bags, she couldn't hold the excitement, she gave a little jump and a happy scream, what! with a smile that reached her eyes, for the first time, he saw her really happy, thank you she exclaimed, she wrapped her arms around him, digging her head into his chest, you have no idea what this means to me, she said, he could feel the wetness of her tears staining his shirt, he didn't real care, he hugged her back, almost covering her completely, not realising how short and small she was until know, at that moment it felt like he could hold her forever and never let her go.

That night the three of them sat at the dinner table enjoying the meal she prepared for them, she was definitely eating a little more, than before, he thought, when all off the sudden the grey tubby cat jumped up onto the table, grabbing the drumstick in her plate, and running off, very pleased with himself, before he could scold out the crazy feline, the most beautiful noise filled his ears, she was laughing, like really laughing, Judy and he looked at each other, and burst into laughter as well.

She clearly felt more at ease over the weeks, she spend there, if he searched for her she'd be painting or sketching, landscapes or people he didn't know, but he could tell they were important to her, there was this one man she would sketch over and over, he'd figured it was that Dean guy she mentioned in her sleep. She clearly loved him, he always wondered what was the story behind all her sadness and pain.

Colours off orange an yellow overtook the leaves, and he found her all wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of cocoa in her hands, a stray tear rolling down her beautiful face. He went to sit down next to her, asking her what's the matter, she just looked at him with those eyes he could drown in, that day she told him everything, about who Luke was and how much Dean mattered to her, how quilty she felt about everything and how she needs more strength to make amends with all her loved ones. He felt overrun with anger, towards the people who hurt her, and if he really needs to admit it, so jealous towards this Dean guy, she honestly adored him.

He's not really sure how she did it, as he never really told anyone about the rough patch he went through. He couldn't help it, he told her that he was a combat medic in the army, and that the last tour he was on, really messed him up, he watched his whole unit get blown up by an RPG, and how guilty he felt for treating one of the other men from another unit, for his gunshot wound in the distance, there's nothing he could've done, but still, He made it and they didn't. That summer he got out of the army, still guilt ridden of all the things he saw, he filled his days, with easy women, lots of booze and snorting coke, to make the images go away. It wasn't here, until he landed in this town he calls home, now, that he started to find peace and get his life back on track.

He went on to tell her, that he overdosed in that same diner, and that Judy got to him in time. He recovered here on the ranch where he gotten clean, and he stayed on, helping others, Judy is like my big sister he said, she's always watched out for him.

He got the job at the diner, is that where his going to spend the rest of his life, most probably not, but for know he's content, working there, and helping out at the hospital on his off days.

She sat there and listened to him, taking in every word, she took his big hand in hers, holding it to her heart, her voice comforting, when she said, I'm so sorry you had to go through of that. From that day their bond became stronger and stronger.

Christmas came, and just the two of them spend it together, Judy went to visit family, of course nothing happened between the two of them, despite the fact that he's fallen for her.

They exchanged gifts, she gave him, a beautiful swiss army knife, with his name engraved on the polished wooden handle, and underneath his name, a sentence that made his heart flutter, thank you, I will always treasure you in my heart.

He gave her this dainty rose gold necklace with a ladybug pendant with the words engraved on the back, you're free darling. She was blown away, that he'd gotten her something with a ladybug on, but he just laughed and said he did take notice, on how she adored the little creatures, when they took there walks through the open field, she laughed and thanked him with a hug asking him to help with the necklace, she took her long hair to the side, and he struggled a bit with the small clasp in his big hands, he felt her body vibrating with the giggles escaping het lips, he mocked her saying she should stop laughing or she can do it herself, she bit the bottom of her lip, holding in the laugh. But in reality it was moments like this with her that he'd live for.

Winter was over and spring came, one day underneath the cherry blossom tree, the most amazing thing happened, she was busy getting one of the many stray cats she brought home out the tree, but for him it looked more like she was stuck in the tree just like the cat, because after she got him off one of the branches she just sat there, with a look on her face that he found so amusing, he laughed and said are you stuck now darling, she squinted her eyes and said , not funny Benny, now help me damnit.

Oh, Its a little funny he said lifting her out of the branches, he put her down gently, and started picking the leaves and flowers from her hair, she straightened out her clothes, their eyes locked and he couldn't help it, he bent down and planted a kiss on her lips, he was afraid she'd maybe punch him again, but to his surprise she kissed back, her lips tasted like vanilla, probably from the chapstick she wore.

She turned away, from him, sadness on her face, her words did hurt a little, when she said, Benny I'm leaving, its time I make amends with my family.

He known it for a while now, but they kept putting of the conversation, probably wanting to stay in this little cocoon a little longer. He just pulled her closed to his chest, his voice was soft and low when he said, don't look sad, life goes on and this old world will keep on turning, let's be glad we had so time together.

Her cheeks was tearstained. He pressed his lips against hers again, this time the kiss went deeper, raindrops started to fall, and they ran inside, laughing about the sudden weather change.

He looked at her laughing, and couldn't take his eyes off of hers, he leaned in, for yet another kiss, but this time there was this feeling of electricity running through them, the kisses became slower, their heart rates faster, the passion got more intense, he pulled her closer feeling her body so near to him, her hands where draped around his neck, he grabbed the back of her legs, picking her up in a swift movement, she wrapped her legs around his waist, there lips clung to each other, as if it was the only way they could keep breathing.

He carried her to the bedroom, placed her down gently on the bed, to afraid to break her, she pulled him closer, kissing him again, his lips explored the nape of her neck, making her shudder underneath him, her hands went at the hem of his shirt, pulling it off him,.

His hands removing her clothing, while exploring her body, like its a treasure map, his lips kissing every freckle and every scar, little moans escaping her lips, making him feel like his on ecstasy.

Exploring and embracing each other to the deepest depths, into the night, they ended up entangled in the bare passion and wonder of the intimacy they've just shared.

Pulling the covers over them, he watched her, falling asleep, her head on his chest, knowing he will never get to keep her, but he was overwhelmed to think, someone as enchanting as her could love him even if its just for a little while, he felt his eyelids became heavy and before shutting them completely he gave her one last glance, to engrave her very being into his mind...

#spotify #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #jared padalecki #jensen ackles x reader #sam and dean #benny lafitte #castiel spn #dean winchester imagine #eileen leahy

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year

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A Mouse in a Lion’s Den Pt.16

Pairing(s):Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: none

Words:2048

Summary: Reader begins her long journey of recuperating and learns more about her hand maid Thalina.

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Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

The first few days after waking up had been the most difficult. You were still utterly weak and a little disoriented after having spent days in your own dreams. Not only that but you were still suffering from the poison’s after effects. You had lost a substantial amount of weight and your already small muscles had atrophied greatly making your limbs look like twigs. So atrophied to the point that it was hard to lift up your arm for a long period of time. You couldn’t even stand up by yourself and forget about going to the bathroom by yourself. Thalina was a trooper though. No matter what she was there to help you. Even if you insisted that you needed to learn how to do things by yourself again and build up your strength. But she babied you. Protected you fiercely as she heard the whispers that were traveling through the Keep. You had never seen this side of her.

Before, Thalina had always been ditzy, absentminded, and not the brightest of the maids that had been of service in Casterly Rock. She was always friendly and easy to laugh. This was a completely different girl from the one you had previously known. She was on edge, wary of the rumor that it had actually been Aerys to poison you. What was even more stranger was that she was speaking to Jaime on a regular basis in regards to your well being. What they spoke of when they were out of the room, you didn’t know. Thalina had never even spoken to Jaime before you had gotten sick.

One day when it had been particularly nice, Thalina had opened up your window and helped you sit next to it to get in some fresh air as you were not in the shape yet to travel down to the courtyard. Even moving the few feet from your bed to the window tired you out.

She pulled up a chair right next to you and pulled out her embroidery hoop and started singing as she stitched. You knew a few words to her song as it was in Valyrian. You and your siblings had been taught the basics of the ancient language at a very young age. As young as he was, Tyrion was better versed at it than you. He probably would have known everything that Thalina was singing. The question that you were pondering though was how Thalina knew Valyrian. She wasn’t exactly of noble birth nor had she been in service when you had started to learn the language; so she couldn’t have picked it up that way. It was a question you had never bothered to ask her until now.

“Thalina, how is it that you know Valyrian? And you speak it so well.”

She stops singing to answer your question, her eyes downcast at her work “It is my native tongue.”

Wide eyed you ask “You were born in Essos?”

Thalina giggles with a nod. “Yes. I was born in Volantis.”

“Volantis.” Repeating to yourself in a whisper you scoot to the edge of your seat.

“Why did you leave?”

Her light hearted smile falls and her gaze suddenly turns up to you in a serious manner. “There was a higher calling to me here in Westeros. Something more important for me to do.”

Confused you scrunch up your eyebrows until the skin between them knit together. “Excuse me if I sound rude, but you’re a maid. How is that a higher calling?”

“Sometimes things aren’t always as they seem, my lady.”

That same night as you had curled up for bed, Thalina laid down next to you. She was uncomfortable with having you sleep all alone. And the bed had become to big for you since Rhaegar left. Many times when Thalina would check in on you at night she would be met with you crying in your sleep for Rhaegar. So she kept his side occupied so you no longer had dark dreams as you slept.

“Tell me more about Volantis. About Essos.” You insist even though she had told you a great deal that entire day.

Thalina yawns, rubbing her eyes as she settles into the bed. “Alright, I’ll tell you a story. How about that?”

“You’re trying to get me to go to sleep.” You laugh. “Like a child.”

“But you are still a child my lady. You forget that sometimes.”

Snuggling comfortably in your covers you turn on your side to face her. “Alright then.”

There’s a pause, a comfortable pause as Thalina picks the mood and the setting of her story carefully. “There are two things in our world: a god of light and a god of darkness. Centuries ago, the god of light deemed a mortal worthy enough to defeat the god of darkness. His name was Azor Ahai. And with his flaming sword, he was destined to end the Long Night.”

You froze.

The long night.

Those were the words echoed in your dreams. “The long night?”

Thalina nods, undisturbed by your sudden stillness and large eyes that gaped at her in the dark. “That is when the god of darkness will reign supreme and in his chaos came a terrible darkness that swept over the world.”

It came out of you automatically. “For the night is dark and full of terrors.”

It scared you how Thalina opened her eyes to look at you. In the dark they seemed to shine almost red. “Yes, my lady.” She continues her story in a soft whisper.

In the morning you were still haunted by the story that Thalina had told you. Not that it was scary in nature, but how close certain themes were to your dreams that you had had while unconcious. Azor Ahai’s sword of fire. The long night. Everything was so eerily similar. And the way that Thalina’s personality completely changed as she was retelling the story. It was like it wasn’t a mere fairytale, but a real historical recount. You had never heard Thalina sound so morose.

She seemed to return to her normal self however that next day as she helped you get ready in the morning. Thalina helped you through your usual morning routine of stretching your legs by walking around your chambers. It was a start to help strengthen your muscles.

“Your doing much better (y/n)!” She chirps happily as if nothing had happened. “Maybe I can convince the guards to let us out so that you can get some real fresh air outside. There’s been less and less since Ser Jaime has been paying his visits to you. They’re all so scared of him!”

You laugh, not really finding Jaime all that terrifying. Probably if he had his sword out but his face wasn’t all that threatening. He had a handsome face. No scars to mar or alter it. He was the youngest knight in the guard and the one with the most fresh face. “Maybe he can smuggle Tyrion in here so that I can see him!”

“Yes, I know how much he misses you.” Thalina nods. “Poor boy is always asking if he can see you whenever I pass by his rooms.”

Lips pursing you wonder out loud “Why are they still here anyway? I’m surprised Aerys hasn’t kicked them out yet. Why is he letting my father stay here? That’s the last person he would trust in his home.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

A knock sounded before your brother opened the door to reveal himself in his shimmering suit. “Ah good, you’re up.”

“Good morning Jaime. Any news of Rhaegar?” You immediately ask him, trying to squish down the hope that was starting to warm your chest. Surely with Jaime being an inside source he must’ve heard at least something about your husband. Anything. It didn’t even have to be his location. You just wanted to know if he was safe. You knew that Rhaegar’s disappearance must not have gone well with Aerys. It hinted to something suspicious. And Aerys, with his sanity declining every second of the day, would undoubtedly define his son’s actions as treasonous. He had probably sent people out to look for him. There weren’t any signs of Jon Connington or Ser Arthur Dayne.

From the expression on his face you knew that there was nothing new on the topic of Rhaegar. You had tried not to get your hopes up because you knew this would happen. It had happened for the past few days that you had been awake.

“I’m sorry (y/n).” Jaime hangs his head slightly. “I’m sorry I can’t do much for you except visit.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay Jaime. There’s not much anyone can do without disobeying Aerys.”

Jaime goes to where Thalina is standing at your side, holding onto your arm so that you don’t fall down. “I can take it from here Thalina.”

She nods and pats your arm.

You worried every time she left. What if Aerys had told someone to dispose of her while she wasn’t by your side? If it were true that he was the one who poisoned you. You wouldn’t put it past him.

“Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you this: why are father and Cersei still here? What business do they have left in King’s Landing?”

He had to know. Even if Tywin and Jaime had gotten into an argument over Jaime joining the King’s Guard, Tywin still trusted Jaime with all the secrets. He was still his son and still a Lannister. No matter what oaths he took. And even if he didn’t then Cersei would surely tell her beloved brother.

You needn’t ask if he and Cersei were still. . . intimate. You didn’t want to know. Neither of you had discussed it since and you were grateful to him for that. Jaime continues where Thalina left off in walking you through your rooms. You had already been halfway done with your bedroom when Jaime had come in. Next was the parlor that was connected right next door. “As much as Aerys dislikes him, father is still his Warden of the West. Not only that but the crown still borrows a great deal from Casterly Rock. More so than they do the Iron Bank.”

Gasping you tilt your head up. “Really?!”

He chuckles. “Why does that surprise you?”

“I knew we were wealthy but I never knew to that extent.”

“Yes, it’s important for Aerys to be in father’s good graces. Even if he is the Mad King.” Jaime opens the door to your parlor and you can already feel fatigue sinking in. You did pat yourself on the back though for the improvement. “But father says that they’ll be returning to Casterly Rock within the week.”

Internally you sigh in relief. Things were bad enough as it was. YOu didn’t need your father to be making things worse with Aerys. “Do you think it’ll be possible for me to say goodbye to Tyrion before they leave?”

“I’ll try and make it happen.” Jaime promises.

Cersei had a completely different reaction than her brothers to the news that (y/n) was still alive. Disappointment was one of them. She should’ve been happy about going home. Back to Casterly Rock. But she couldn’t leave anymore. Not with the knowledge she know had of Jaime’s affections for (y/n). Everything had been safe before. She knew that Jaime would never give his heart to anyone. Not when Cersei had full control of it. Now his loyalty was in question. They hadn’t kissed once let alone had sex since Cersei told him that (y/n) knew of their true relationship.

She couldn’t leave with things being the way they were now. She couldn’t leave knowing Jaime was fond of another woman.

Think quick, Cersei would remind herself. Lannisters were good at thinking quick. They were to leave King’s Landing in two days.

She was the daughter of the great Tywin Lannister. Warden of the West and Lord of Casterly Rock.

An idea finally came to her.

She grins to herself and continues to watch her maids pack her things without a worry in the world. Yes, she would fix things. She would return to being his favorite sister.

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faetaiity · 2 years

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Senor Heuso trying to help male reader to escape the turtles (Mikey the only love interest tho) and failing so they fuck him up??

sorry that I've been inactive lately, I had (have? idk) writers block, plus life is a shitbag, due to everything that is still plaguing me. Since you didn't specify Dark or Normal AU!, if Mikey is a Yandere, or if Y/N a mutant or not. I went with what I interpreted from your ask (and what would be easier to write, lmao)

Yandere! Dark AU! Michelangelo x Male! Yokai! (Species mostly ambiguous but implied to be a warm-blooded Animal, such as a Mammalian or Avian) Reader.

Story Format: Non-HeadCanon Oneshot(?)

CW: Yandere Behavior, Kidnapping, Mentions of Broken Bones and Blood, Forced Relationship (also bad writing lmaooooo)

P.S: I put some Spanish in here, but it has a translation next to it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You fucked up. Big time.

It wasn't a debate, you screwed up the entirety of the past month or so, getting kidnapped by the brothers, the resident nutcase of their... Family falling madly in love with you and basically gluing himself to you.

You didn't know how to respond to Michelangelo, He would shower you in gifts and attention, and, due to you always responding Fearfully neutral, He assumed you felt the same way, no matter how many times you tried to tell him you didn't see him as an acquaintance, much less a Lover.

Because of his duties, he often left you alone in his room, which worked in your favor, as you often thought of escape plans, hundreds have gone through your mind since your kidnapping

And the perfect time to escape was tonight; you knew that if you managed to get free, out of the sewers and into the Hidden City, you'd be gone, you prided yourself on knowing all the entrance ways to said city, and that you know every single road, alley, subdivision and Foot-Clan free places there.

After 15 minutes or so, you managed to get out of the sewer safely, nearly getting caught by Splinter twice.

Sighing in relief as you finally got fresh air after God knows how long you've been down there

'How sad, that I lost count of the days' you thought, mournfully. You wondered if your Friends and Family missed you, because other than escaping, they're the only other thing you've thought about.

Lifting yourself out of the manhole, you instantly bolted into an alley way, your Animal instincts kicking in and telling you to find a safe place to stretch and recuperate, while the sentient and more rational part of your brain told you to just get the fuck out of there and make a plan to get to a safer place other than an Alley way.

You yawned, instantly stretching after what felt like years of being too afraid to move, lest you get hurt.

It took you a few seconds, but you ended up thinking about where you would go, sure, you knew you'd be safest in the Hidden City, but the minute Splinter found you gone, he would alert his sons to hunt you down, and the city would be the first place they look.

Similarly, to the Humans who wander the surface, the Police in the Underground have Corrupted Officials who would tell the Foot Clan the minute you stepped into their Line of Sight, or Worse, into the Station, and in turn, the foot clan would tell the Turtles.

You knew the danger of staying on the surface, but there was equal, if not more, danger underground, you groaned, thinking quickly, as you knew the turtles would be back any minute now

Then it hit you, Run of the Mill Pizza.

Your younger sibling (Or a friend/Family member's younger sibling) was friends with Hueso Jr, so you ended up going to the Pizzeria and ended up getting acquainted with Señor Hueso, his workers, and his family.

Deciding that he would be your best bet, you started sneaking towards the Restuarant. The walk there, as you calculated, was only about 20 minutes, but may be longer if the Turtles come back and start searching for you.

After a while, you ended up making it to the hidden entrance, quickly opening the portal, luckily, the sassy skulls on the portal seemed to understand your distress and opened quicker than they usually would.

Señor Hueso had his back to you, sweeping, before speaking in a mildly irritated tone

"Lo siento, pero estamos cerrados" (I am sorry, but we are closed.)

You stared for a second, you didn't understand Spanish, you knew that Señor Hueso had the habit of Defaulting to Spanish without thinking, as he was previously from The Painted City, it was smaller than the Hidden City, many people didn't know of the other Underground cities around the world, but The Painted City was centered in Mexico City.

"Mr. Hueso...?" you called out, unsure if you should leave or not, Señor Hueso froze at the sound of your voice, dropping the broom and whipping around to look at you

"...Y/N..?" he spoke softly, he knew you mostly from Hueso Jr, but even before his son Introducing you to him, he has known your family/Friends for years as regulars at the Restaurant, ever since he moved from The Painted City to the Hidden City, they would order their pizza from his family.

"Where have you been?! Your familia (Or friends if you have shit family) has torn up the Hidden City in search of you!" he attempted to come off as calm but ended up sounding like a parent Scolding their child.

You looked ashamed; you couldn't get out everything you wanted to say, simply because you couldn't find the courage or the words, so the only words that fell from your mouth were "I was kidnapped...."

He seemed to stay silent for a moment, trying to register your words, once he understood the severity of the situation he sighed

"Come on, Mi Hijo (My Boy), let us call your Friends/Family to bring you home." he grabbed your hand softly and guided you into the kitchen, once you both were in there, he let go of your hand and reached for the phone.

He could only dial the first number or so before a loud crash echoed from the main dining area

"Hijo de Puta..." (Son of a Bitch) he hissed under his breath, snapping his head over to you and (Bluntly) quietly said "Get in the island cabinets, don't come out unless I tell you to." before he shoved you towards the island in the middle of the Kitchen.

You quickly scrambled to get into the cabinet, trying to find a position where you could stay comfortably for as long as it took Señor Hueso to investigate the noise.

There was silence for a few seconds before a series of loud banging, shouting, and what sounded like a crunch happened.

"¡Pedazo de mierda!" (You piece of Shit!) you heard Leo shout, before continuing in Spanish; "¡Dime dónde está el novio de mi hermano pequeño!" (Tell me where my little brother's boyfriend is!)

"¡No sé de qué estás hablando, gilipollas!" (I do not know what you are talking about, asshole!) is all you heard before another crunch and a loud scream, you flinched, you knew if you went out that you would get taken back to the sewers, but if you remained then Hueso would die

'Sorry I didn't listen, Señor Hueso' you thought, but maybe he would forgive you, hopefully.

You stepped out of the cabinet, taking a deep breath before going out and mentally prepare to face possibly the worst scene.

You winced as you saw Señor Hueso's femur + one of his ribs were broken, luckily it would heal quickly as Yokais are known for taking only a few days to a week or two to heal broken bones.

Leo was torn up too, blood oozed from his arm, face, and leg, but without a doubt, Hueso's injuries were worse by Magnitudes.

"Leonardo!" was all you could muster to say to that horrible mutant, he whipped his head around and grinned at you

"Entonces, el niño decidió salir del clóset con su cuñado~" (So, the little boy decided to come out to their brother in law~) He purred out in a sickly-sweet manner.

Señor Hueso looked over at you as well, fury crossed his face for a split second before he saw your face, he knew what you were thinking, that this was the only way everyone would walk out alive, he winced in pity and empathy towards you, knowing that the minute you step out of the Pizzeria, you were at the mercy of the Four brothers, who were rumored (but was accepted as true) to never show kindness, compassion, and most of all; mercy.

The brother in blue walked over to you, grabbing you rather harshly and said, "You're lucky my brother is so head over heels for you, or I already would have put you down like a dog in the street." his tone was emotionless, he was stating a fact; like its cold outside.

He opened up a portal back to the sewer, but before he crossed the threshold, he looked back at Señor Hueso "Haz un truco como ese otra vez, y me aseguraré de que tu hijo no viva más allá de la escuela intermedia." (Pull a stunt like that again, and I will make sure your son doesn't live past middle school.) he said, coldly, as he threw you through the portal, before jumping in after you.

Michelangelo bolted over to you, instantly picking you up and whispering sweet compliments into your ears as he stole your oh-so-warm body heat.

"You couldn't have been a SMIDGE softer with my lover?!" Mikey hissed, already forming plans to baby you and make Hueso pay

"Would you rather me have not gotten him at all?" Leo shot back, which make Mikey shut up

Luckily for you (And rather unluckily for Hueso) Mikey wholeheartedly believes you were kidnapped; he couldn't fathom why you would EVER want to leave him, He's delusional

"Micheal." Donnie said, calmly getting his brother's attention, Mikey made a noise of acknowledgement, not wanting to take his eyes off of you

"Why don't you go get the First Aid Kit out of my lab for Leo" Donnie stated, Mikey sighed and got up, telling you he would be right back

Once Mikey was out of sight, you knew you were dead, Donnie, Leo, and Raph loomed over you, grinning cruelly; Leo squatted down to your height

"Do that again and I'll break both of your legs, you can fool Mikey because he loves you, but not us, we won't fall for your cheap tricks" Leo said with a glare, his brothers nodding

You knew you were never getting out of this.

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Sorry it's ass.

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twisted-art-wounders · 3 months

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YGO AU: Breaking the Seal 07

Chapter 7 Sprouts After Yugi gets an invitation form Pegasus he and gang head to America hoping for answers, but Pegasus finds danger in form of someone he wasn't expecting to.

Once Yugi announced his plans to take the plane to America to see Pegasus it didn't take long for his other friends to agree to join him on his journey, something Yugi was quite pleased to hear. He wasn't too happy about making this trip alone so having his friends at his side once more gave him confidence. They all agreed to meet at the air port tomorrow at 7 am for their flight, Yugi would get details on the flight later on with a phone call form a representative from Industrial Illusions.

Meanwhile just outside of Yugi's house Rex and Weevil sat in the bushes listening in on the entire conversation as well thanks to a well placed bug on Yugi's living room window. They were both upset at the news of Yugi being invited by Pegasus and would be able to see where all the rare cards were.

Rex imagining that Yugi and his friends would be treated to tons of rare cards all for themselves curdosey of Pegasus himself. It made Rex furious thinking about how lucky Yugi and his friends were to have so much good fortune, Weevil on the other hand had a plan that would allow them to follow them to America unnoticed, he chuckled to himself.

That night everyone was busying trying to pack their bags for the trip ahead; Tea wondered how long the trip would be putting a few shirts into her suitcase she looked over at a poster of “Dark Magician Girl in the Moonlight” A Broadway play she saw a few years ago that helped inspire her into wanting to play that role herself. She couldn't believe she was going back to America so soon, meanwhile Tristan was struggling to pack his own suit case not sure exactly what he should pack for the trip.

Joey was more or less packed for the trip and was on the phone giving Serenity an update about him being away for a while and for her not to worry about him. Just as he hung up the phone it rang again so he answered thinking it was Serenity asking him something but was surprised at the voice on the other end.

“Hello?”

“Hey~ long time to speak Wheeler.”

Joey froze “M-Mai? Is that you?”

“Of course it's me dummy! Have you forgotten my lovely voice already?” Mai huffed half jokingly.

After Battle City just before she left; Mai had snuck a card with her phone number on the back into Joey's duel disk, when he got home he noticed the number with a note saying “If you need someone to talk to, I'm just a call away- Mai”. It took Joey a few tries to work up the courage to call her but when he did it made him happy to hear her voice. He decided to made it a habit of calling her once in a while to get updates and to chat generally. He totally forgot he needed to call her tonight and explain things.

“W-what of course not! W-whatsup?” Joey fumbled a bit trying to regain his composer.

“Not much, just landed in California after being stuck in the air for last 15 hours! Ugh those monster sightings have been nothing but a pain!” Mai growled.

Joey paused for a moment “Wait you're in California right now?”

“Yeah, I just told you that a second ago! Keep up Wheeler.”

“No! I know it's just I'm heading out there tomorrow morning!”

“Get out really! Why did you win a trip or something?” Mai was excited now.

“No no! It's a long story! But we're flying out to meet with Pegasus!”

“Pegasus? Why'd he do something like that?” Mai started to sound a bit concerned since she knew Pegasus was still a dangerous man to be around and after Duelist Kingdom and him falling ill suddenly -or so she heard- it had her worried.

“Again long story but I think he needs Yugi's help and me and others are going for back up, I think he knows something about whats been going on with all those monsters appearing and the crazy weather! Did Pegasus call for you too?”

Mai paused then replied “No. I'm here on vacation. But I'd be more then happy to give you guys a lift to Industrial Illusions after you land.”

“Naw Mai you don't gotta disrupt your trip for us! I beat they'll send a cab over or something.”

“Too late! I'm already gonna rent a car! I'll be at the air port waiting~” Mai hummed.

“Well if you insist! I'll call you with the details once we're at the airport in Domino! See ya then Mai!” Joey smiled.

“See ya!” Mai then hung up the phone placing it down, she was seated at the airport bar with a colourful cocktail she was working on. She was decked out in full vacation gear; a sundress, tall heeled sandals, a hat and large sunglasses. She took a sip off her drink then stirred it with the straw.

//Calling Yugi out of no where…what game you playing now, Pegasus?//

-- Finally Yugi had packed the last of his items into his duffle bag and suit case, he zipped the bag up then he saw the key card setting on his desk so he got up to go and pick it up.

“Oh yeah can't forget this! “Key of Illusion” I wonder what it's for?” Yugi looked at the card then faced the other Yugi who had just appeared beside him. “Hey other me-” Yugi then noticed he looked very distracted like something was on his mind.

Yugi walk over in front of him and asked “Hello? Is something on your mind?”

Yami then looked up then at his partner “Oh! What is it partner?”

“Whats on your mind?” He asked directly only for Yami to try and sake his question off saying

“Nothing”

“You're lying, Your keeping something to yourself!”

Yami signed with a smile “Partner…I can't hide anything form you. I was thinking about our new enemies. Who are they what do they want with us?”

Yami looked down again //If only I hadn't lost my memories, I may have known who they are…//

“You're doing it again!” Yugi pointed to him making Yami look up at Yugi.

“Don't hide how you feeling. There are too many things I don't know either…” Yugi hugged himself a bit.

“I have a bad feeling about all of this…Something is coming and I'm worried! What's going to happen?” Yugi's eyes wavered in fear looking deeply into them you could see they were beginning become de-saturated more muted…Yugi then fell to his knees unable to stand up.

“Partner!” Yami yelled and got on his own knees placing his hands on Yugi's shoulders, Yugi looked up at him as his skin was looking more pale making Yami's eyes widen.

“Partner! we still didn't tell our friends…about your soul.” Yami looked down at Yugi who was trembling a bit but still looked up at him with a weak smile.

“We have enough things to worry about! My friends don't need to know yet…” Yugi grabbed onto the side of his bed and used it to lift himself up and stand again.

“okay enough talk tonight! We have new journey ahead tomorrow after all!”

Yugi walked towards the light switch in his room and shut it off “Let's get some rest!, Good night Other me!”

Yami looked up at the newly fixed window, the moon was high that night but his worries still plagued him. He just couldn't forget that Yugi's life was still in danger and Yugi ironically was trying to avoid talking about it as much as possible but what could he do? He couldn't force his partner to talk if he didn't want to, Yugi was always quite avoidant of a subjects like this. Yami just signed and returned to the puzzle.

Dartz watched the wall with the statues that held the three Eyptcain god cards in their mouths, with their god now reborn into this world it was time to start feeding it with the strong souls of duelists. Dartz thought about how Yugi had managed to summon Timeaus the legendary dragon and used it power to escape his capture by the hands of their god.

“Even if he's manage to release that dragon, it wont matter I already got my claws into the vessel.”

Dartz grinned as he could feel the pulse of negative energy now emitting form the deck that sat in Yugi's soul room, Yugi himself completely unaware of their sinister purpose.

“Raphael!” Dartz yelled as his tallest swordsmen walked up and knelt before him.

“Yes Master Dartz, I'll find and capture the Nameless Pharaoh's soul to feed our god.” Raphael stated

Dartz huffed and turned around to face him now a look of annoyance on his face “We need MORE then just the Nameless Pharaoh's soul, We need the souls of STRONG duelists!”

Alister then walked out form behind the pillar standing beside Raphael “Then I'll go after Seto Kaiba.”

Valon soon joined them from the other side of the room “And I'll take care of Joey Wheeler! I beat he's got to be worth something he did make it to top 4 of Battle City after all.”

Alister glared over at Valon “Pfft figures you go for the easiest target.”

Valon growled and glared back towards Alister with the same venom in his voice and pointed “You're one to talk! Why're you going after Mr. Bronze Metal? Too scared to hunt down Ishtar for a real battle?”

Alister simply turned away and closed his eyes “I have my reasons, Valon.” he replied.

“Oh really?” Valon hissed again before Raphael broke them both up.

“Knock it off! We're in the presence of Master Dartz.” He scolded both of his fellow swordsmen.

Dartz had enough of hearing his swordsmen bicker and decided it was time to move forward with his plans.

“The Nameless Pharaoh is on his way to speak with Pegasus, another duelist with a strong soul. I've already made arrangements for him.” Dartz went into his pocket and pulled out a small object, he scanned his three swordsmen and picked Alister

“Alister!” he yelled then tossed object towards him, Alister was alert and caught the object in his hands quickly.

Sitting in his palm was a tear drop shaped shard of the Orichalcos stone, Alister looked over to Dartz puzzled. He already had his own stone in form of necklace around his neck why did he need another one?

“Head over to Pegasus but do not duel him just await my instructions, Do you understand?” Dartz barked at all three of his minions.

Both Alister and Valon now knelt down in same way Raphael currently was, all three held their heads down acknowledging him in unison.

“Yes, sir.”

-- Yugi had found himself back in his subconscious again, at least that's what he thought… he was expecting some kind of horrible climate to await him like past two times but this time he was greeted to a patch of wild greenery. He followed the green patch amazed to see all this life had spring up in what was once a dessert now it more resemble a jungle! Yugi moved a few plants aside trying to look over the canopy to find the greenhouse, which he did spot at the entrance of the jungle far in the distance. He'd hoped to just follow it and end up at the building but the flora soon become far too overwhelming for him to see almost anything.

Yugi was feeling frustrated as he made his way past tons of green plants so he yelled out

“Dartz! Are you here? I can't find the greenhous-” Yugi tripped and went for a bit of tumble before landing right at the foot of his new friend in the purple suit.

“D-Dartz!” Yugi smiled sheepishly trying to pick himself up only for the tall man to reach down and pulled Yugi up onto his feet.

“My that was quiet the tumble you took Yugi!” Dartz chuckled watching Yugi dust himself off pulling out a few loose leaves that attached themselves to him.

He then looked around at all the greenery and commented “Man this place gets greener and greener every time I come here…”

“That is a result of your healing, my child.” Dartz walked towards a clearing in the green space were an open patio with a white table and set of chairs, on top of the table was a pot of tea and set of cups waiting for them.

“My healing? My mind made all this just because I'm healing?” Yugi watched Dartz walk over to the table and gesture for him to take a seat which he did.

“Indeed and the more you heal the greater this place becomes, able to thrive and grow freely.” Dartz took a seat now and poured out a cup of tea for Yugi.

Yugi was still amazed with just how much his mind could do without him even knowing it. If it could do all this with just one session of healing with Dartz just imagine what it will be like when he's fully healed, that thought alone gave Yugi hope for the future. Dartz added the typical milk and sugar to Yugi's cup before handing it over to him.

“So tell me what is new for you?” Dartz stirred his cup crossing one leg over the other as he looked at Yugi.

Yugi smiled and began to tell Dartz all about what happened the night after he returned to his waking mind. He told him about going into the other Yugi's room and finding a door that lead them to the Duel Monsters world, the Dark Magician Girl telling him and Pharaoh they where chosen to release an ancient dragon named Timeaus. Who then saved him form being taken away by the evil eye of a monster that appeared in the sky over the city.

Finally he told him about Pegasus's message to him and how he was going to America in the morning, and how Dartz's reading was correct and how happy he was they where finally making some headway in this whole experience.

Dartz was smiling the entire time as Yugi excitedly told him about these events.

“My oh my such big developments for you! But something…is different about you Yugi…” Dartz took a sip of his own tea “Is something…missing?”

The echo of that word 'missing' rang in Yugi's ears making his fingers shake a bit, trying to keep a hold his tea cup. Yugi nodded and sipped his tea as best he could.

“Yes…Dartz the new enemy has stolen half of my soul! Dark Magician Girl said that if I don't get it back…I- I could…” Yugi swallowed hard as she had to place the cup back down to keep it form spilling. He tried to steady himself by putting his hands on the table to keep them stable but they just kept shacking.

Dartz placed a hand over Yugi's own only then were they able to be at rest, Yugi looked up at Dartz a few tears in his eyes. Dartz looked back at him his mismatched eyes staring into Yugi seemed to make him pay attention and listen to him carefully.

“You will not die my child. You're going to see Pegasus after all…he should hold some answers for you.”

Yugi rubbed his eyes the nodded “Y-yeah he should…” Yugi looked down a bit frightened.

Dartz watched him and tilted his head. “Do you not believe he has answers for you?”

“No-no! I know he must have some answers it's just…” Yugi trailed off a bit and looked at his tea, he picked it up and took a big sip. Placing the cup down again he breathed in then out and continued.

“Pegasus isn't exactly what you'd call a friend…he was my enemy before…” Yugi sighed.

“Oh? Tell me more…” Dartz leaned in his hand resting on his chin.

“Well…it all started with a video tape he sent me…” Yugi continued telling Dartz about how he had a duel with Pegasus using that same VHS tape and how he used his own shadow powers to imprint a piece of his soul into the tape, being and Millennium item user he could do so. After the duel was lost by the other Yugi Pegasus used a punishment game that took Yugi's grandfather's soul and forced him into having to go to Duelist Kingdom in order to save him.

He talked about Weevil tricking him and tossing his Exodia cards into the ocean; he talked about how his other friend Bakura was also an Millennium item holder and used his powers to trap him and his friends souls into cards and they had to play a life or death game for their lives. Yugi was shaking again by the time he started to talk about how Pegasus stole Kaiba's younger brother Mokuba's soul and forced him and Kaiba into a duel that resulted in Kaiba nearly throwing himself off the top of the castle if he didn't win…and that the other Yugi was going to do it…He was going to attack Kaiba and let him die just to win!

At that point Yugi was in tears having to remember that moment broke his heart, he knew it was a long time ago but the pain and fear and shame of it all came flooding back to him. He put his head on the table and sobbed into his arms. Dartz watched with a grin on his face but hid it again once he came closer and reached out rubbing Yugi's back.

“My poor child…I had no idea he'd done such horrid things to you! How dare he harm you and you're friends! Shame on him!” Dartz continued to rub Yugi's back as he lifted his head a bit and sniffled.

“Yes…he was awful…but-but now he doesn't have his Millennium Eye anymore…”

“Indeed…so you have nothing to fear of him…” Dartz rubbed Yugi's shoulders a bit before he stood up “and yet still…you're afraid to face him…”

Yugi sat up more and rubbed his eyes “Y-yes.. I know it's so stupid! Why am I so scared to face him?”

“As I've told you before Yugi trauma has away of digging into us…it holds onto us and makes us cautious of everything, even when there's nothing to be afraid of…but we can over come our trauma's in different ways correct?” Dartz turned to Yugi who nodded this made Dartz smile.

“Now why don't I help you over come your fear of Pegasus so you can face him head on when you meet with him…” Dartz held out his arm and duel disk appeared on it.

Yugi got up intrigued with how he was going to help him with a duel disk of all things. “Uhh how is this going to-”

Dartz chuckled “Yugi I know you love to duel! And I know your an excellent strategist, you've gone over every duel you've ever played and found weak points in an opponents dueling style haven't you?”

Yugi blushed and nodded embarrassed to be called out like this; he did tend to go over past duels with the other Yugi, and just for fun they always analyzed their duel and came up with different ways to exploit loop holes in the opponents strategy and use it against them.

“And I'm sure you've found away to defeat Pegasus in your mind haven't you?” Dartz had a deck appear in his hands and started to shuffle the cards.

“Y-yeah…I mean to be honest in the final duel with him I already had the right card ready to go until…” Yugi looked away trying not to remember when the final duel became a shadow game…

Dartz finished shuffling and put the deck into the deck slot on his duel disk before activating it. “Well then now you may try it out.”

Yugi looked up confused “What do you mean?”

“Remember how you learned to face the future when you faced the tarot cards? Well it can help you over come your fears in a controlled environment.” Dartz lifted a hand up over his head and brought it down as he did his image changed to match that of Pegasus!

Yugi jumped a bit seeing that happen so quickly gave him a fright!

Dartz chuckled as his voice also changed to sound exactly how Pegasus would “I think this helps complete the the illusion? So now you may face Pegasus in an controlled environment, once you've beaten him in a duel, you'll see he's nothing to be worried about! And you'll have no reason to fear him Yugi-boy~”

Dartz lifted his hair to show the hidden eye under his hair had been replaced with a normal eye again, something the real Pegasus probably would have done by now for the sake of vanity.

“You see? Just a normal eye under all this hair!” Dartz chuckled.

Yugi swallowed the lump in his throat; he knew this wasn't really Pegasus so he didn't really have to fear him right? Plus the Millennium Eye wasn't in his eye so he was safe form a shadow game…

Yugi smiled and nodded holding out his arm he used his mind to create a duel disk.

Dartz smiled again.

“Ah I'm glad you're mastering your subconscious mind so well…Now just imagine a 40 card deck and it will appear in your duel disk but they will already be shuffled so you wont know what you get until your draw a card.”

Yugi did as he was instructed and a deck of 40 cards appeared in his deck holder on the duel disk, normally Yugi would be using the deck he used in Battle City but this time since he knew this was Pegasus he was facing he decided to try a whole new strategy,which called for a different deck entirely…

“I know Pegasus's cards already and I'll duel as closely to him as possible…are you ready Yugi-boy?” Dartz said in Pegasus' mocking tone.

Yugi glared a bit “I've been working on this one for a while…let's see if you can handle this!” Yugi activated his duel disk and drew 5 cards, Dartz also drew 5 cards.

Facing each other they both yelled out

“Duel!”

-- Back at Industrial Illusions the moon was full and high in the night sky a chilly wind blew through causing a few clouds to move across the sky coming closer to the face of the moon. Pegasus sat in his office fingers lanced together his head resting upon them, worry and fear caused his heart to race. He was alone tonight, even the cleaning staff had finished and left leaving him the soul person inside the building.

On the roof the three swordsmen of DOMA had landed and awaited just as Dartz directed them to do earlier. Alister held onto the shard while Raphael watched the sky waiting for Dartz to contact them. Valon was bored as per usual when their missions had them just be observant and not act, like a impatient child he sat on the league of the buildings roof danging his legs off on the side.

“Urgh, how much longer is he gonna make us wait? Why can't we just attack Pegasus and get it over with already?” Valon huffed.

“You heard Master Dartz we wait for his instruction. We cannot act without his permission.” Raphael stated keeping his eyes on the clouds as they began to cover the moon bathing the roof in darkness.

“If I knew you'd be so whinny I would have brought you a pocket game to keep your occupied.” Alister chuckled making Valon growl and ready to snap back with his own retort only for them to hear a voice come through the communication channel in their ear buds.

Alister answered “Yes Dartz?”

'You have arrived at Industrial Illusions? And the shard is with you?' Dartz asked.

“Yes sir we're in position and shard is with me”

'Good, now put it down on the ground in front of you and wait.'

Alister did as he was told and placed the shard down in front of him then waited. Once he did a powerful glow of green light flashed and started to crackle around the shard, it floated up and stopped about 3ft off the ground. Another flash of light followed as the stone was enveloped in the green glow, it started to grow and take on a humanoid shape.

The three swordsmen watching with intrigue as the human shape started to flesh out features; hair, eyes, a mouth, a nose, clothing and footwear. With one final flash of green light a figure stood before them but what was really shocking was who the figure resembled.

“No way…is that?” Alister started

“Yugi?” Valon finished.

The figure was a perfect copy of Yugi, especially once his eyes opened and his signature purple and orchid eyes could be seen now. The only thing he lacked was the Millennium Puzzle around his neck and fact he now had the green shard of the Orichalcos hanging form his earlobe like an earring. The copy Yugi held out his left arm and a chaos duel disk just like the one each swordsmen carried appeared on his arm.

“Dartz wants you to duel him?” Raphael said confused looking at the tiny duelists that stood before them.

“Is this some kind of a joke?” Valon asked.

“Well we have to trust Dartz's orders don't we?” Alister crossed his arms and watched as the Yugi copy turned around and headed towards the ledge of the roof.

“Hey! If you beat him do me a favour and grab his deck will you kid?” Alister barked to the Yugi copy who nodded then turned around so he was facing them fully.

He hopped down from the ledge holding on to the edge with both hands then lowered himself to the window sill below. He landed softly like a cat and saw the window was open but only by a crack, he slowly pushed it in and let himself in to the office.

Pegasus sat at his desk his back facing the window, head still down as worry carried in his voice.

“Please, Yugi-boy come quickly! I don't know how much time I have left…”

Pegasus then felt the wind enter the office space causing the curtains to bellow and float in the air. He soon realized just how cold it felt in the room now which was odd he didn't open the window that much.

“I'd say your time is up.” a voice echoed in the room.

Pegasus was surprised by the voice and turned in his chair to face the window; his one eye was widened in horror as he witnessed sitting on the window ledge was Yugi. One leg resting on the ledge while the other hung down, he rested one hand on his knee while the other one rested beside him. He looked very casual his head tilted to the side as he watched Pegasus just like a Cheshire cat with a grin to match.

“Whats the matter Pegasus? You look like you've seen a ghost.” Yugi answered with a wide grin and a slight chuckle.

“It-it can't be…I just called for you today! How can you be-” Pegasus got up form his chair still dumbfounded by what he was witnessing. How did Yugi get here so fast? Why was he sitting on the window?

Yugi corrected his head back into an upright position and chuckled. “Relax I'm not a ghost, not like you can tell without your Millennium Eye anymore…”

The Yugi copy lowered his knee and hopped off of the window ledge again landing softly on the ground “Then again maybe I am a ghost…a spirit of vengeance you could say…”

Yugi started walking towards Pegasus, the older man started to back away form him, feeling the seething malice in his voice and aura.

“V-Vengeance?” Pegasus swallowed a lump in his throat as he kept backing away trying to keep his distance form the boy. “What…are you talking about?”

He never thought he'd feel this intimated by Yugi of all people, normally he had a cheerful aura about him he only ever showed this level of anger during their duel at the finals of Duelist Kingdom. Even then that hatred was more form Yami Yugi then Yugi himself or maybe that was Yugi's anger? And Yami Yugi only embodied it for him acted on Yugi's behalf? He wasn't sure now all he knew was this boy was emitting a quiet fury towards him.

“Oh come off it Pegasus! You know exactly what I'm talking about!”

As Yugi came closer, the click of the heels of his boots echoed in the dark room carrying it all around and letting Pegasus know he was alone in here and no one was coming to save him.

“You see the other me may have let you go without a penalty game but I don't intend on doing the same…You're number is up and it's time for you to pay for what you did to me Pegasus!” Yugi hissed as he glared up at the man with a single eye.

Pegasus was still backing away his heart was racing as he finally hit the opposite wall of his office, bumping into a short bookshelf that held his duel disk on it. Even with the door was only 3 feet away he was still parallelized with fear watching in horror as Yugi now activated his chaos duel disk.

“That duel disk…Yugi w-wait! Are you-” Pegasus struggled to form words he was in shock about seeing the duel disk that belonged to DOMA now being used by Yugi, was he a apart of them?

Yugi pulled out five cards form his deck, he was ready for a fight.

“Come on Pegasus! What do you have to be afraid of? This isn't a shadow game, I don't have my Millennium Puzzle and you don't have your Millennium Eye, we're on even ground… for once. If you're truly a duelist you wont back down!” Yugi shouted in a mocking tone.

Pegasus grimaced at being called out like this, he looked down and saw his own duel disk grabbing it and placing it on his arm. He activated it and shoved the deck he kept in the breast pocket of his suit into the deck slot.

“Alright! I'll accept your challenge Yugi!” Pegasus yelled pulling out 5 cards.

“Duel!” They both shouted.

#yugi #yugi mutou #maximillion pegasus #dartz #breaking the seal #au #yugioh #yugioh dm #fan art #waking the dragons

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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chapter 6: a flicker of hope

chapters: 6 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, inarizaki shenanigans wc: 3.8k summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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You write your newfound crush on Miya Osamu off as the natural consequence of over-exposure. With Atsumu leaving to get back to practice once the weekend is over, you expected Osamu to spend more time with the kids. But the kids seem all too ready to entertain themselves, Shoma running off with the Kita trio of daughters in an attempt to be one with the troupe of ducks living in the farmhouse’s backyard, Shino absorbed in her self imposed volleyball training regimen and calls to Meian Makoto.

So Osamu is always the first person you greet when you wake up for sunrises on the farm. You nod at him over the breakfast table while you eat your way through Obaa-san’s delicious offerings, golden rolls of tamagoyaki, glistening fillets of saba fish, vegetable pickles and of course, bowls of fragrant rice.

“What would you like to do today?” he’d ask once you’ve both finished helping Obaa-san clear up, him washing the dishes and you drying them.

“Anything”, you’d reply.

He’ll make a small, annoyed sound at the back of his throat but he’ll plan something for you to do anyway. Food will invariably be involved in some way - a visit to a soybean farm nearby, so he can do some research on what's the best sort of shouyou to use in his restaurant.

“I thought you said you were on a break?” you ask, arching your brows.

“I just came across the farm and we might as well go in and take a look since it’s on the way”, he immediately replies, a touch too defensive to be believable.

“I see why your employees imposed a holiday on you”, you tease.

“It’s mutiny, that’s what it is”, he mutters under his breath.

“You already work too hard, you shouldn’t even be thinking about work”, you argue, but he bites back a snort when your professional curiosity forces you to lift a bottle of transparent shouyou up to the light, examining its viscosity.

“I live to work”, he says. “My restaurants are all that’s needed to make me happy.”

You suppose you’re in no position to argue with that because it seems like it’s true. Work seems to always be on his mind.

He muses upon the endless possibilities his third restaurant will offer as you both take a break from picking apples, lying beneath a tree, tufts of grass peeking through his hair. “It’s another step in the right direction”, he says, tone almost jubilant, so unlike his usual, stoic self. You listen, spellbound as he details what he’s done with your parent’s old shop - the new stoves he’s installed, the industrial cookers, the warm upholstery and wood seating in the front to make the place a little more casual, a little more welcoming. The ghosts from your past haunting the place should fade, replaced by better, brighter memories of the happiness he brings to people.

(happiness he might bring to you, too)

It’s not overexposure, is it? It’s just the natural consequence of being around Miya Osamu.

He’s offered you a flame of hope with his friendship, the flickering light starting to chase the shadows and darkness you’ve been mired in for years, alone. He has no idea how monumental that is to you, drawing you out of the melancholy and regret of a thwarted childhood, forgotten dreams. You’re on the verge of telling him so, thanking him for how happy he’s made you. You wonder if you’ll ever dare to hint at whether he might, possibly, be open to you asking just a little more from him when you’re interrupted by a shout.

“Uncle Samu!”

A projectile is lobbed at the both of you, which he easily snatches out of the air with one hand - an apple, which he offers to you. “I told her food is to be respected, not used as part of a prank, but apparently she still forgets that at age twelve”, he shakes his head, before proceeding on the warpath to collar Shino, the culprit, for her blatant disrespect of food - unforgivable in his eyes, you gather.

(perhaps fate is telling you to fall back, observe the terrain a little)

You take a step back.

But then fate plays a trick on you. It sends cupid in the form of Miya Shino, the little imp pleading with her uncles (Kita Shinsuke is her uncle in all but blood, you discover) to play volleyball with her.

“C’mon”, she wheedles. “Da always said you were bloody fantastic at volleyball - ”

“Shino, language”, Kaiyo interjects, brows drawn in reproof, but the irrepressible tween just shoots her a half hearted apology, continuing to beg until Kita unearths a volleyball that’s in surprisingly good condition despite his claims that he hasn’t practised ever since the birth of Asami, his eldest daughter.

“Nonsense”, Ichika tells you cheerfully as she cheers her husband on from the shade, toasting you with a jug of apple cider. “Let’s just say I fall pregnant every time Shinsuke decides to unearth that volleyball.”

“You’re ready to jump him if he just looks at you”, Kaiyo teases.

“As if you’re not the same”, Ichika shoots back, indignant. “Shoma’s literally the product of a championship match, isn’t it -”

You think they’ve both lost their minds but then you promptly join them in their madness with Osamu decides to roll up his sleeves, displaying sculpted biceps that can be easily compared to a work of art (or the perfect slab of pink otoro, marbled tuna), powerful thighs flexing when he leaps into the air to demonstrate to Shino how to refine her spiking technique. To top it all off, when he takes a water break, he lifts his shirt to swipe at his forehead, giving you a whole eyeful of his abs, nary any softness despite age and his self professed love for food.

Kaiyo reaches a hand over beneath your hanging jaw, helping you close your mouth. “So you don’t get caught drooling”, she grins as you bury your face between your knees. “He’s like my brother, but even I can admit he’s maintained his figure - ‘Tsumu teases him too much so ‘Samu keeps himself fit out of spite - ”

You’re on the verge of making a deal with the underworld gods to open the earth up and swallow you whole when Ichika adds, without a touch of shame - “yeah, ‘Samu’s good-looking, but look at Shinsuke!” She leans her head in her hand, staring openly. “He’s perfect - gods, I want another baby with him - ”

“You already have three”, Kaiyo stresses, reaching over to slap her best friend’s mouth shut.

Emboldened by your friends, you whisper through your fingers, confessing to your knees that you find Osamu quite attractive too. That’s a little of an understatement though, especially when he catches your eye during a break in the rally and gives you a little wave. He looks like a god like this, broad shouldered and tall, tossing the ball up in the air with sheer athleticism. The stream of sunlight filtering through the leaves gleams, his dark hair and bronzed skin glowing. It’s almost as if he were carved out of pure gold - untouchable, perfect.

Your breath falters, lungs pierced by cupid’s arrows.

Kaiyo and Ichika melt away when he comes over, making excuses that the children need an afternoon nap, though it’s strange that the children return muddy and exhausted from a ‘nap’ in the duck pond. Despite his earlier protestations, Kita easily agrees when Shino asks to practise her receiving skills with him, distracting the younger girl from demanding her uncle’s attention.

“Hey”, Osamu approaches, frowning when you shrink back as if you’ve been burnt (you have, because you’re being scorched from inside out). “You okay there?”

“I’m fine”, you squeak, sun drunk. “It’s just a little warm.”

“C’mon, time for a drink”, he murmurs, pulling you up to your feet, hand at your elbow to usher you into the farmhouse, but you don’t have the heart to tell him that it’s his proximity to you is what’s causing your lightheadedness, and he’s just driving the arrow deeper into your chest when he seats you at the kitchen, rustling around to make a concoction of cool honey and lemon tea, watching you eagled eyed until you drink it all up.

“Feelin’ better?” he asks, but his efforts are counterproductive because he leans forward, almost placing himself between your open thighs as he presses a hand against your damp forehead. “You’re turnin’ feverish”, he comments, the furrow in his brows deepening at the flush of heat erupting across your face.

“It’s just a hot day, that’s all”, you manage to croak, barely keeping your balance on the stool.

He looks at you incredulously. “It’s autumn”, he deadpans, but he’s really not helping matters when he presses a warm palm against your neck, your pulse skittering, your heart deciding to erupt into flames, your chest turning into a kiln, melting your organs into molten liquid.

Thankfully, Obaa-san wanders into the kitchen just at that point, calling for help with dinner preparation.

“I’ll help”, you exclaim, extricating yourself from Osamu’s grasp.

Anything is welcome as a distraction to keep your heart from hammering itself into pieces, even a menial task like plucking off the heads and tails of bean sprouts, a task you hated when you were a child. But Osamu trails after you, dropping into a squat on the kitchen floor as he joins you in decapitating hapless bean sprouts. You’re too keenly aware of his body heat. Like a frightened animal, your natural instinct is to flee.

“I can do it if you’re feelin’ unwell”, he says and you take the out that he offers you, excusing yourself to your room for a nap.

But a nap isn’t what you need.

A breeze blows into your bedroom when you throw the sliding windows open to face the wide expanse of rice fields, but you still toss and turn, feeling the heat of the room bear down upon you. Throwing off your blankets doesn’t give you any respite, your sheets stiff, the futon beneath you uncomfortably warm against your skin.

So you escape the stuffiness of your room through the windows, slipping out barefoot into the grass. The sun seems to have gone into hiding, looming grey clouds in its place, but you find a spot beneath a shrub, taking shelter under its bright yellow branches. Head pillowed on your arms, the wind finally dancing freely against your face, you fall fast asleep. You’re worn out enough from spending too much time in the sun (and grappling with your burgeoning feelings for Miya Osamu) that you slumber undisturbed despite the sudden drizzle of rain that sweeps across the farm.

“‘Samu’s going stir crazy trying to look for you, yknow?”

Ichika’s words are loud enough to make you blink your eyes open with a groan.

“Wha - ”

“He’s running around the farm like a headless chicken right now, cos’ he passed by your room and saw your windows were open but didn’t see you anywhere. And here you are, asleep under a shrub, right under his nose!”

“Oh no -”

“Oh yes”, she grins. “It’s kinda funny to watch him panic. I’m pretty sure he started overturning all the pots and pans in the kitchen cos he’s convinced you’ve gotten yourself stuck in one of them! Obaa-san was quite amused when he tried to climb into the giant vats she keeps around to ferment her shouyou -”

“I should let him know I’m okay”, you gasp, scrambling to your feet, but Ichika catches your sleeve to pull you back into your seat on the ground.

“Ayako used to hide under this very shrub when she was upset with things - it’s her way of throwing a tantrum, she doesn’t cry much unlike her sisters, but she was so, so tiny then that it made Shinsuke fly into a frenzy and panic because we wouldn’t be able to find her for hours. Anyway - it was kinda like magic because when she’d decide it’s time for her to emerge from her hiding place, it’d be as if a storm passed, everything right as rain again.”

She laughs when you shoot her a look of utter confusion.

“That’s probably too many words to say that Ayako-chan needed her space to decompress. She needed the space to work out the feelings that her little heart is still learning to process.”

“Huh”, you reply after a few beats, slumping back into the grass.

Ichika continues on, undeterred by the lack of enthusiasm from her captive audience. “You’re probably wondering why I’m telling you these useless things - I mean, you could probably write it off as a parent just wanting to share uninteresting stories of their kids, which is probably partly true, cos I thought that habit of Ayako-chan was the cutest, apparently Shinsuke did that too, when he was younger - anyway, as I was saying - ”

You nod, trying your best to look like you’re following what she says, even though you’re completely flummoxed.

“I’m just trying not to be pushy like Kaiyo, because I know from personal experience she can be a pain when it comes to things like this. I prefer a different approach myself, lead the horse to the water so it chooses to drink of its own accord - not that you’re a horse, you’re much prettier than that - ”

“I - uh thank you?”

“You’re welcome!” Ichika chirps, eyes curving into half moons. “In this case, I half suspect the horse already knows what it wants. Because - well, did you know the plant you’re sleeping under is a weeping forsythia?”

You look at the swaying branches above you, adorned with bright yellow flowers, a stark contrast to grey skies. “Uh, no?”

“Mmhm”, she hums. “Sometimes, when Shinsuke and I can steal five minutes by ourselves from the girls, we ramble around the grounds talking about anything and everything - and he’s always had an interest in Hanakotoba - y’know, the language of flowers? He’s a bit of a romantic that way - ”

“I see”, you say blankly, though you clearly do not see. But you’ve been taught to always keep up a veneer of politeness, and Ichika is your host, so you nod and wait for her to continue. She gathers a handful of petals from the ground, tossing up into the air, an offering to the wind gods. You watch as the bright yellow specks swirl away in the wind.

“It means hope”, she says, as a shout of your name echoes. “Another meaning it has - which I personally prefer - it’s supposed to mean a wish that will come true. I think it’s quite apt, don’t you?”

You’re left to mull over her words, long after you’re chided by Osamu for falling asleep out in the open - ‘lay off, ‘Samu, you’re gonna turn into a worrywart like Shinsuke at this rate’, Ichika laughs, even as he rounds on her and scolds her for keeping you out through the downpour - ‘you need to be able to tell the difference between a drizzle and a thunderstorm, or have you been in the city too long to forget how it’s like in the country?”

Osamu ignores her good-natured needling, shooing you back into the guesthouse for a much needed hot bath before you’re ready to present yourself at the dinner table.

“You okay? You’re just playin’ with your food. That’s not like you.”

“I’m fine.” You take a determined bite of rice in an attempt to put his worries to bed, despite the churning in your stomach. It achieves the opposite effect though, because he ladles more food into your bowl, his gaze too sharp to allow you to sneak scraps to the farm’s cats purring and weaving around your ankle. “I just have a lot on my mind tonight.”

“Like what?”

You brush him off with a breezy “just - y’know, things in general”, avoiding giving him anything concrete by bading him goodnight before slipping off into your room.

The next day, you rise before the sun after a night spent tossing and turning in sweaty sheets. Something strange and mysterious draws you back to that same shrub, pulling you into a seat beneath yellow leaves, a beacon in the early morning’s darkness. The earth is damp and cool, and it lulls you into quiet contemplation.

Hope, you think.

A funny thing, that. Something you’ve not had in forever, not when the circumstances of your life dragged you beneath the churning current of its waves, into a joyless rut, of life repeating on a loop, again and again and again. You never used to hope for anything but a simple life, not even thinking that you could dare to dream of being actually happy.

But here you are. You are happy.

You’ve dared to wake up from your long hibernation and leave your hiding hole, take the first step out into the open. You have friends now, people who you trust to be kind to you. You are rediscovering your dormant love for cooking, for food, memories of laughter and camaraderie starting to paper over former scars and past nightmares.

Life these past months has been good. You will look back at the days and nights spent in Onigiri Miya fondly, guard jealously like a magpie with its stolen treasures, the smiles you’ve earned, the kindness that’s been shown to you. This past week in particular has been some of the happiest days of your life, riddled with pit stops at farms where you’re inevitably stuffed to the brim with food, country walks on paths strewn with autumnal leave. That impromptu afternoon drive to Osamu’s hometown, where you shared ice cream with him and watched the sunset on a hill by the sea - that, you’ll surely preserve, pressing it into your heart like flower petals between a book’s pages.

Perhaps you should be cautious. Perhaps you should hold your position, test how solid the ground beneath your feet is before you take another step. Any misstep might torpedo any chance you might have at retaining the happiness you’ve been blessed with these past few months. You have no wish to be reacquainted with the barren earth of winter.

Still, perhaps you should be brave enough to hope for even more.

If you’d never taken the first step of bringing flowers to Osamu at the hospital, if you’d never accepted his request to tour the burnt out shell of his shop with you, if you’d never made that first visit to Onigiri Miya, you would not even be where you are, right now. You’ve only discovered what life can offer you because you were brave. You can be brave yet again in the quest of more.

“Is it really that comfortable under there?”

With a start, you realise that the sun has chased the dawn’s darkness away, the dew on your skin disappearing into the cool, dry air. With another start, which makes Osamu chortle, the warm, deep sound sending a flush of heat into your face, you glance up at him, though you regret doing so immediately, because the first of the day’s light is kind to him, soaking him in a golden haze.

He doesn’t wait for you to respond, crawling beside you to sit beneath the shrub, comically oversized for the small space but he doesn’t complain. He doesn’t speak either, doesn’t seek to interrupt the morning’s first breaths, a silent spectator alongside you as the world wakes. It’s only when your stomach rumbles that he draws from his pocket a handful of plums, perfectly ripe when you bite into it.

“Osamu”, you say, your breath catching when he turns to look at you.

“Mm?”

You steal a moment to commit to memory the lopsided curve of his smile, the honeyed molasses in his brown eyes.

“The plums are sweet. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepen.

Embers smoulder, tucked in the fireplace of your ribcage, a flame of hope, fuelled by moments of happiness he’s given you.

(I hope you don’t mind if I begin to ask for more)

But first, you must bid farewell to the sleepy hollow of Hyogo, pack your bags to return to the hustle and bustle of Osaka, where your life is. Your vacation ends with Ichika and Obaa-san wrapping you in hugs, struggling with your luggage until Osamu helps you lift it into Kita’s van, nearly tripping over Shoma, who clings to the doorknob, refusing to leave. Kaiyo remonstrates with him but the little boy obstinately insists he wants to remain with Asami-chan, his best friend, until Osamu wrestles him into the van, kicking and screaming. You slip him a gummy bear when Kaiyo isn’t looking and he quietens down, leaning into your side until he falls asleep.

“He’s a pain in the ass sometimes”, Osamu remarks when he helps to slide the sleeping child into his seat, doing his best not to wake him up. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“It’s okay”, you shrug. “It’s good that Sho-chan has friends that he cares so much about.”

Osamu snorts. “Yeah, I suppose. ‘Tsumu used to claim he’d want some space from me when we were in elementary school, but there was one volleyball camp I couldn’t go for ‘cos I had a bad cold so he had to go alone, and Aran told me ‘Tsumu played like absolute pig’s crap, couldn’t even set a ball for nuts -”

“At least Sho-chan cares for his friends in a more straightforward way than you two”, you point out. Osamu only laughs.

As expected, Osamu rushes back to his stores the moment after he drops his bags, though not before he offers to help you with yours - “I’m fine”, you wave his offer of help away, - “I’m used to managing on my own”, so you trudge home alone, the dull greys and brown of Osaka doing little to lift your mood after the colours of the countryside in fall, but at least there’s Kombu-chan to greet you when you pick her up from your neighbour, and she licks your toes with her rough tongue when you feed her a treat to welcome both of you home.

“Tadaima”, you tell her. She only meows.

You pretend someone who sounds suspiciously like Osamu calls Okaerie back to you.

a/n: hahaha i hope you guys don't throttle me for the slow pace >< but the reader finally, finally has come to terms with what her heart wants (*cough* miya osamu) and who knows what's next!

#hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu x y/n #haikyuu romance #inarizaki #miya atsumu #set fire to your heart #storm chaser universe #haikyuu fluff

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bohobooks · 1 year

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Description: After telling the boys that you shift to their universe when you sleep, they get extremely curious what it's like where you come from.

Warnings: None. Well, probably cringe. Also, Deek is a bit laid back, as MC and him have became very close. Just to make it more fun and silly.

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"MC I have another question." Sebastian stated as he pretended to browse through the books in the Room of Requirement.

"Well, that's a shock. It's not like you haven't already asked three with in the past 15 minutes," Ominis snorted from his spot on the worn emerald gothic couch where he lounged across from you.

You shoot Ominis a look, which he somehow must feel because he just rolls his eyes and continues twirling his wand between his fingers.

"And what would that be, Seb?" You giggle. Ominis was right, he was been quite inquisitive this past week after you told them.

"Do you guys dress the same as muggles do now?" He said as he abandoned his feigned search for books, now plopping down on the couch beside you.

"Oh Merlins beard, no. Honestly I'm sure you'd find the way we dress quite scandalous."

Ominis lifted an eyebrow, now seemingly interested in the conversation. Sebastian chuckled, "Come on, can you show us? It's just the three of us in here." He paused, glancing over at Deek where he stood throwing popcorn into the air and catching it in his mouth, "Well, four."

Deek catches a kernel and turns to the three of you, "Deek does not mind, Deek is quite used to the garb."

You blush as you turn towards Deek, throwing a pillow at him which he dodges and chuckles. Sebastian, sensing your discomfort clearly decides he just has to have details now, "Do tell, Deek."

"Well you see, they wear their 'other clothes' when they are alone in the room of requirement. They say that Wizard robes are, and I repeat exactly, "Way to freaking warm."

Deek was telling the truth, you would always switch over to the clothing you'd wear in your world when it was just the two of you. I mean, it was a rather hot spring. Why did robes have to be so damn heavy?

"Fine," You sigh as the boys glance at you expectantly. "But if I'm wearing clothes from my world, so are you."

You pull out your wand and flick it in their directions, and in the middle of Ominis' protest, the boys find themselves wearing rather odd outfits.

Sebastian jumps up and glances down at his outfit. He is clad in black skinny jeans as well as a black t-shirt, topped off with an dark green and black flannel. You inspect your work and smile, quickly conjuring a black beanie.

Ominis on the other hand sits up, hands trailing around his body to inspect. He wears skinny blue jeans and a black knitted sweater.

Sebastian walks over to the mirror against the wall checking out his outfit, "How weird. Honestly I kind of like it." He glances back at Ominis, "You actually look nice too, mate."

You smile and think about your favorite outfit. You settle on (insert your own outfit if you don't like mine) black high waisted shorts, a black tank top, over the ankle black combat boots and a flannel very close to Sebastians.

Sebastians mouth drops open. "Don't worry, I covered my ankles so you don't have an anuerysm." You chuckle.

Deek smiles, "Deek likes the changes you have made."

Sebastian smiles, thanking Deek, straightening up a bit and rocking on his heels confidenly. Ominis still on the couch, quips, "Would someone like to fill me in? Why are they talking about ankles?"

You listen to Sebastian describe all of the outfits and Ominis' face contorts to one of both shock and awe, "MC, are you telling us you can walk around with your legs exposed for everyone to see?"

"Oh Omi, this is nothing. Wait until you hear about bikinis."

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A/N:

I know this is silly, I just feel like they'd be super curious about where MC really comes from. Let me know what you think, and if you have any ideas on what else we could introduce them to.

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#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #harry potter #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts x reader #fanfic #fan fiction #fanfiction

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kfairies · 1 year

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temptation ; miguel o'hara smut

MIGUEL O’HARA + BLACK FEM READER | suggested, 15+ SUMMARY : you're in a relationship with your boyfriend, xavier riley, but after you bump into miguel while walking alone, things change. CONTAINS : dom!blackfemreader biting kink, suggestive (mentions of sex), slight (?) dirty talk and teasing, kissing, needy!miguel (whose also a flirt), tongue play , anal , etc. ================================= CAST :

y / n - black fem reader played by michiko malandro 27 - college graduate " im fucking 25, ive graduated college. i dont need a protector. this is los angeles, im not a fucking baby." =================================

xaiver riley - y/n original bf played by david kawena 26 - surfer " listen, i can't cook. that's my secret. now is there anything you need to fucking tell me, y/n?." =================================

miguel o'hara - y/n 's "friend" played by miguel ohara 30 - works at achlemax " come on... stop playing dumb with me amor." ================================

miguel o'hara - miguels friend" played by miles morales 17 - unknown occupation " oh. so thats your girlfriend?" ================================

tilla - y/n pet played by bruni

2 - professional at eating everything "boo!" ===================

nickie - y/n's mom played by eudora 52 - runs a resturant" you better not be having sexual intercourse in LA. now give me some love"

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"Mama!" I yelled from the kitchen. "Yes baby." she answered. "Im going out to the coffee shop to work I'll be home by 5:00pm." I replied. "Okay baby" she said. "Love you!" I exclaimed, walking out the door it was 9am, I was walking to my job. Once I got there, I put on my apron and started making a coffee for a customer. I worked for a few hours, serving customers, making coffee, and cleaning up. By 5:00pm I had finished my shift and was heading back home. I walked in the dark, the loud sounds of the city peirced my ears. The cars honking, crackheads yelling; everyday thing. I saw a large man walking towards be, although we were the same height, I wasn't intruiged and thought it was just a local, until he started following me. "Hey!" I exclaimed to scare him off. 'WHoa re you?" It was this man in a casual outfit, he ahd brown hair, and was buff, His hair would flow back into the wind, and he was fairly attractive. "What are you doing walking around at 6:00pm on a late night, in california" he said, his voice was soothing. "Nothing much." i said. He walked and contiued small talking, but I gave short answers; for all I knew, this person was a stranger. I asked him what he was doing as well, and he just shrugged and said he was out for a walk. We exchanged numbers, and he left. I watched him until he was out of sight, my heart racing the whole time. Out of guilt I took another man's number, I texted my boyfriend, Xavier. "baby! :)" i texted. delivered. Whatever, I greeted my mom and got into my bed, I started to fall asleep until this number that I had saved called me. "Hello/" I said, concerned on who was calling me. A familiar voice answered "Hello, its.. Miguel? The creepy buff one?" Something clicked in my brain, and I remembered the stranger from today. "Oh, hello" I said, I noticed my feet kicking up in the air and immideatly stopped. In my mind, I said; "What the hell am I doing? HELLOOOOOOO Y/N YOU HAVE A BOYFRIENDDD!" "Oh yeah, I have a boyfriend, Miguel." I said, and releif lifted my chest. "Mhm, whats his name?" He replied in his deep voice. "Xavier, so if you're trying to do anything you can forget about it." I snapped back. I was proud of myself. "Well.." His voiced was so soothing, I wanted to hang up, but I couldnt. "Y/n, I'll call you soon." he hung up but I was still daydreaming, then I snapped out of it. I put my pewt, Tilla into my bed and slept with her. My alarm clock struck 8:30. I walked to my job and tried to get my mind off things, just like other days, I put my apron on. I went to the kitchen and saw my colleagues chatting, but I felt a bit off. I tried to focus on my tasks, but I couldn't help but feel a bit empty. I took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away.After a while of hard work, the bell rung at my closing shift, all of my colleagues were gone, it was Miguel. "You again, I thought i told you I had a boyfrie-" "Shh" he said. "Bitch who do you think you are? You're not m father nor are you interupting me." "Shh" he said once again. This time, i stayed quiet because I wanted to heat the stupid shit he was gonna say. "Listen y/n, do you think I'm attractive?" "Fairly." I said. He grabbed my face and started pulling me closer. I tried to resist but I couldn't bring myself to it. He pushed my into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. He started kissing me, my lips, down my spine. +He grabbed my face and started pulling me closer. I tried to resist but I couldn't bring myself to do it, he was a great kisser. He pushed me into the kitchen and closed the door behind him. He started kissing me, my lips, down my spine, down my legs, and up again. Part 2 next block.

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the-humiliated-man · 1 year

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Your Audience (an original story)

Summary: You interrupt a meeting and your boyfriend, Kai Anderson, makes you regret being so selfish. Making you think twice about needing to be the center of attention.

Warnings: swearing, angst, smut (18+)

Written by: the-humiliated-man

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You knew you had fucked up when you decided to interrupt Kai and Harrison’s conversation during the meeting earlier tonight. Regardless of Kai being your boyfriend and Harrison being his right hand man and a close friend to you, you were getting annoyed with the 10 minute long private conversation resulting in both of them acting as if the room of 15 other people didn’t exist.

“Secrets don’t make friends. Care to share with the committee?” You intruded. The room buzzed with stifled giggles. You looked around the to see everyone looking at you with joyous expressions on their faces. It had been a good night as the group had successfully completed a mission. Everyone was in light hearted moods. But when you turned your head back around to where your Devine Ruler boyfriend was, you were met with black orbs that were radiating rage staring back into yours.

The buzz of the room silenced in less than half of a second. The air grew cold and stale with eeriness. You made a quick glance at Harrison, who was staring at you as well before casting your eyes down to the floor at Kai’s shoes. Fuck.

“Everyone get the fuck out. Meeting is over.” Kai’s voice was cold and fiery all at once. You could tell he was only seconds away from blowing up. The members around you quickly rose to their feet and began filing out of the basement. You gained the courage to look up and see Kai was still staring deep into your soul as Harrison put his jacket on and left the basement, closing you and Kai in alone.

Your eyes had long since returned to Kai’s left shoe, waiting. Silence went on for what seemed like an eternity as you sat with your hands in your lap on the floor.

“Who in the fuck do you think you are? Interrupting me when I am talking about revolutionary plans. LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM FUCKING SPEAKING TO YOU!” His sudden outburst made you jump and quickly lift your head. He was seething as he stood mere inches away from you.

“I’m sorry, Kai, I-“ your pleas were cut short as he took three quick strides to you, reaching down and grabbing you by your hair. You yelped as your hands quickly grasped at where he was gripping. He pulled until you were on your feet with your face dangerously close to his.

“You will go to your room and wait. I’ve had enough of your disobedience” his spit hit your lip as he spoke venomously. Heavy breaths raised and dropped his chest in quick movements. The hand still gripping your hair released and you quickly and quietly turned on your heels and walked across the basement. You felt his eyes burn into your back as you climbed the stairs and exited.

A breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding escaped your lips as the door of your bedroom clicked shut. So much anxiety was gripping at your mind at the moment that all you wanted to do was slip into bed. You slipped your tight black top over your head and traded it for a comfy blue sports bra. Rummaging through your dresser, you pulled out a grey pair of Kai’s sweatpants and slipped them on over your black panties.

The sheets on your and Kai’s shared bed were cool and inviting. As soon as your head hit the pillow, your eyes became heavy. You checked the time on your phone, 8:48 pm and a picture of you and Kai stared back at you. With a heavy sigh, you set your phone down onto the side table and closed your eyes. Then everything went black.

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Your eyes slowly opened only to be met with a dark wall and the shadows of the pictures hanging on it. The moonlight poured through the window. Dead silence held the room as you lazily tapped the screen on your phone, reading 3:18 am on the bright screen. The thought of Kai still not coming into the room momentarily crossed your mind as you turned onto your other side, eyes closed again.

“Did I tell you to go to sleep?” Your eyes shot open at the familiar voice. Once your eyes adjusted after what seemed like an eternity, you found Kai’s dark silhouette leaning up against the door frame. The moonlight from the window exposed that he was shirtless with his hair freed from the bun he wore earlier, now hanging in his face.

“Kai, I’m so sorry. I lost track of time and I was so sleepy.” The grogginess that clung to your vocal cords rattled your rapidly raising and falling chest. You were now sitting up, staring at Kai’s expressionless face. Without a word, he stepped into the room, closing the door without breaking his stare on you.

“Excuses will not be tolerated anymore, Y/N. You are too pretty to say such stupid things. Tonight, you could’ve ruined everything I’ve worked for. You fucking know better.” He made his way to the side of the bed and slowly placed his hands into his pockets before continuing. Your eyes not leaving his.

“I’m embarrassed of the selfishness that inhabits you. You always need an audience. Needing all eyes on Y/N. So-“ he took a pause as he turned to the top drawer of your shared dresser and pulled out the familiar pink toy he picked out for you. You had never used it by yourself as it was against his rules. Only he could use it on you. Was he going to use it on you as punishment? What kind of punishment was that? Your thoughts were intruded as he clicked on the lamp at your bedside table.

“You are going to fuck yourself and I am going to be your audience. See how confident you feel then.” With that he spit on the end of the vibrator and tossed it at your feet. He slowly strolled to the foot of the bed and took a seat in the chair next to the closet doors.

Your ears were ringing with confusion. He knew that you didn’t know how to do any of that. Kai was your first with everything and you were never allowed to do anything to yourself. He considered it greedy.

“Kai I can’t. I don’t know how-“ Kai shot up, pointing his finger at the toy aggressively.

“Pick up the goddamn vibrator and fuck yourself.” The tone he carried made you jump up and grab the toy. He sat back down wearing an angry expression on his face. He placed his hands on his thighs and leaned back. You broke eye contact to slip the warm sweatpants and panties down your legs and onto the floor.

Laying back down, you clicked the button and the toy began buzzing lowly. With a deep breath, you opened your legs and Kai came into your vision between them. He shifted in his seat with his eyes set directly onto your exposed center. Remembering how he does it, you lowered the toy onto your clit. The feeling making you immediately suck in a breath. Breathing became hard as the toy feverishly worked on your nerves. Sparks ignited in your veins as the familiar warmth began to knot in your tummy. You knew you were close. And Kai knew too.

“Stop” the command broke the buzzing in the room. He came into vision as your eyes opened in confusion and agony. The toy clicked off, not wanting to make him more angry.

“I was about to cum, Kai” you whined, leaning up on your elbows to look at him fully. A smirk ghosted his lips at how pathetic you looked. He enjoyed seeing you like this.

“Take your bra off, Y/N” he spoke simply. Giving out an irritated breath, you slipped the bra over your head, exposing your large breasts to him. His eyes darkened as they met with your hardened nipples. You felt that knot in your stomach slowly slip away due to the abrupt command to stop. He stared for another minute before bringing his eyes to yours.

“Get back to it” he said, palming the obvious bulge growing under his black jeans. A tingle spread in your core from his actions. Oh how you wish he would shed his clothes and come fuck you into oblivion. But you knew Kai. And you knew he was trying to teach you a lesson.

Once again laying back on the sheets, legs wide open, the toy found it’s way to your clit. It only took a minute or so for that knot to form in your tummy again. Your moans began to grow louder and louder as the warmth began to spread to your legs, causing them to shake. When you opened your eyes to look at Kai, his jeans were pushed down around his knees and his hand was wrapped firmly around his dick. His pumps were quick and hard. The sight alone was enough to make your eyes roll in ecstasy. You couldn’t hold on much longer.

“You better fucking ask me before you cum” he said in a shaky yet powerful voice. The speed of which he was stroking his dick increased slightly. Forming sentences seemed impossible but you knew you’d be fucked if you came without permission.

“Kai, please let me cum. I’m so close. Please, Kai.” You whined. The feeling was becoming stronger and stronger. He continued pumping for what seemed like forever. It was complete torture to you.

“When you cum, tell me you’re sorry for being so selfish ” he said boldly. He was about to cum too. The warmth exploded and the knot untied, sending waves of indescribable pleasure through your body.

“Fuck I’m so sorry, Kai. I’m so selfish,” you all but screamed as your arousal shot out, covering the sheets beneath you. Your body convulsed violently as your orgasm washed through you. Before you could even process what was happening, Kai shot up from the chair, jumping on to the bed and straddling your bare chest.

“Ahh fuck yes. Open your greedy mouth,” he rasped loudly. His hand found your hair and gripped it tightly while his other hand stroked his dick furiously. You opened your mouth wide like he asked. In a split second, warm spurts of cum landed on your tongue while Kai thrusted his hips into his hand and moaned sinfully.

His hand released his dick but the grip on your hair remained strong. His body lowered to now straddling your hips. Kai’s face flushed, sweaty and just centimeters from yours.

“Swallow it” he growled. You immediately swallowed his seed and then stuck your tongue out to show you had done as he asked. Kai’s hand released your hair and gently grabbed your face before taking your tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it gently for a few moments, making you moan weakly into the kiss. Once you broke contact, Kai climbed off of your limp body and stood by the bed, reaching for the lamp.

“From now on, I am the only audience you will need. Do you understand me?” He spoke to you over his shoulder, awaiting a response.

“Yes, Kai. I understand,” you nod sleepily. He turned the lamp off and settled next to you in the sheets. You both laid there naked, sleepy and sweaty. Lesson learned.

#evan peters #evan peters smut #evan peters imagine #kai anderson #american horror story #ahs cult #evan thomas peters

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half-oz-eddie · 1 month

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“I didn’t know you had a kid, Harrington.” Billy’s voice surprised Steve.

“Shh. I finally got him to calm down.” Steve loudly whispered. “And he's not my kid. I heard him crying, so I came in.”

Billy wrinkled his nose in bewilderment. “Who the hell brought a baby to a house party?”

“I dunno. I came upstairs to go to the bathroom and heard a baby crying. He was in here all alone with a full diaper so I changed him.”

The baby began fussing and wailing as Steve tried to calm him down.

“My mom used to babysit a lot for our neighbor when I was a kid. Give him here.”

“Uh…okay.” Steve handed the baby over.

“Hey. Hey little guy.” Billy cooed. “What’s the matter, huh? You miss your mama?”

The baby’s face contorted in agony.

Steve watched Billy in utter disbelief. He didn’t think a soft side of Billy actually existed.

“Pass me that little blanket.”

Steve tossed the blanket to Billy, and he draped it over his shoulder.

He held the baby over his shoulder, gently burping him.

The baby let out a loud burp and spit up slightly.

“See? Now he’s calm and quiet.” Billy looked at the content infant. “Aren’t you, little guy? Yeah, you’re so happy now.”

The baby began to smile.

“He’s so young. He can’t be more than 5 months old.”

“I dunno who brought him or why they left him on the bed all by himself.”

“Yeah they laid him down after he ate and that’s why he had all that gas.”

“Shit. I wouldn’t have known what to do.”

“Good thing I was here, right?” Billy cheekily smiled.

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” He forced himself to admit.

“We gotta find his mom.” Billy glanced down at the baby. “He’s hungry.”

“How do you know?”

“Look at’im. He’s trying to eat his hands.”

Steve noticed the diaper bag on the bed and rummaged through it. “There’s this…Similac…ready to feed bottle. So we can just like…give it to him?”

Billy nodded. “Should be fine.”

After feeding the baby, the pair decided to go around the party searching for the baby’s mother.

There was no ID in the diaper bag, nothing to identify the baby by name, not a damn thing.

They asked every girl they came across within an entire hour if the baby was theirs, each one declined until they found themselves right back where they started.

“So you mean to tell me some dumb bitch dropped off her baby at a random person’s party and disappeared?” Billy questioned.

“Hey, hey don’t curse in front of the baby.”

“Why? He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.” Billy lifted the baby, smiling as the baby smiled back. “Right, little guy? Your mommy’s a dumb bitch isn’t she? Yes she is, yes she—“

“Knock it off.” Steve demanded.

“You’re no fun, Harrington.” Billy scoffed.

“We should bring the baby to the police station.”

“How many drinks did you have? I’m too buzzed to drive with a baby.”

“Shit. Me too.”

“How far is the station?”

“About 15 minutes by foot.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to walk.”

Steve let out a sigh. “I’ll gather the baby’s things. You put his little jacket and hat on him.”

“Sure thing.”

The three boys left the party and started walking to the police station in the dark.

“Not what I expected to be doing with my time.” Billy mumbled. “This kinda sucks. For the baby, at least.”

“Yeah. It does. Poor kid. Can’t believe someone just abandoned him there.”

“Anybody could’ve fuckin’ stolen him.”

“Right!” Steve agreed. “Luckily it was us that found him and not some creep.”

“Damn right.”

A silence fell upon them as they continued walking. The night air was good for the baby, who slept securely in Billy’s arms.

“What time is it?” Billy asked.

“Almost midnight.”

“Got a curfew?”

“No. You?”

“Broke curfew an hour ago.”

“Hey—but—it’s for a good cause.”

“I don’t care about curfew anyway. He’s gonna hit me whether I come home on time or not.”

“What? Who? Your old man?” Steve asked, almost sounding worried. Or maybe he was being nosy, Billy assumed.

Billy refused to answer. He shook his head and sighed softly. “Just forget it. I’m still buzzed. Guess the alcohol’s got me running my mouth too much.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

Billy still refused to elaborate and the rest of their walk was eerily silent.

They were relieved when they finally reached the police station. Billy couldn’t believe he was actually happy to see the police, but the awkward tension was too thick to even cut through with a chainsaw.

Fortunately, Chief Hopper was working the night shift. Steve felt comfortable approaching him immediately and explained the full story to him.

Jim took the baby into his arms, sighing disappointedly. “So the kid was just abandoned, huh? That’s a shame.”

“It is.”

“Good thing you guys were looking out for him.” Jim smiled. “Go on home, boys. If anything happens, I’ll follow up with you tomorrow.”

“I—that’s it?“ Billy wondered.

“That’s it.” Jim confirmed. “We’ll try to find the kid’s mother.”

“What if you don’t find her?” Billy asked worriedly.

“We’ll make sure the baby’s safe. You have my word. Now go on, kid. Go home. I’ve got it from here.” Jim promised.

“C’mon.” Steve gently persuaded Billy to follow him out.

The walk back to the party to get their cars was twice as tense as before. Billy walked with his shoulders tense and his fists clenched. He was obviously pissed off and worried about that baby.

Admittedly, Steve was quite concerned as well.

“Hey, man, we did everything we could.” Steve said, trying to offer Billy a bit of comfort.

“I just wish we could’ve done more.” Billy admitted, loosening up his shoulders.

Steve smiled a bit. It was comforting to know that underneath it all, Billy had a pretty big heart. “You’re a decent guy, Hargrove.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Billy responded with a smirk.

The uncomfortable tension between them was gone, and perhaps the rivalry as well. Steve was tired of running into Billy at parties and it felt like Billy would take a swing at him any moment.

The two got in their cars, not bothering to say goodbye to one another, because they both silently agreed saying anything more after their last words would feel weird.

Steve pulled off first with Billy trailing behind until he took a left turn, disappearing from Steve’s rear view mirror.

He figured that was the end of that, and hopefully things wouldn’t be so awkward between them the next time they saw each other.

The following morning, there was a loud knock on the Hargrove-Mayfield house door.

“How can I help you, Chief?” Neil greeted at the door.

“I’m looking for your son, Billy. Is he home?”

Neil’s pleasant face contorted with anger. “Something the matter?”

“I need him to come down to the station and answer a few questions.”

“Hey chief.” Billy appeared before them. “Did you find her?”

“That’s why I’m here. Could you come down to the station? Steve’s already in the car.”

“Ha-hang on now.” Neil interrupted. “What’s this all about? Is Billy in some sort of trouble?”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I—just don’t think my son should be at the police station without his father present. He’s—“

“He’s 18. He doesn’t need you there. I’m sure he wasn’t gonna mention the bruises around his neck. Those weren’t there when I saw him last night. I’ll be sure to talk to him about them, though.” He informed Neil with a cold glare, leading Billy out to his car.

“I’m fine, chief.” Billy attempted to reassure.

“Are you?” He skeptically questioned, opening the door and gesturing for Billy to get in the car next to Steve.

He sighed and joined Steve in the back seat.

“Pringles?” Steve offered.

Billy silently accepted, glaring up at Steve who looked away pointedly.

Great. Now 2 people had seen his bruises, and one of them was a cop. This felt like a recipe for disaster.

When they arrived at the police station, they were shown a photo.

“We managed to identity the baby’s mother using a business card with a personal contact’s information on it. Do you recognize this woman?”

“I do. I remember fucking asking her about the baby and she got really weird. I thought she was high or just hated kids.” Billy replied.

“We have her in custody and her family took the baby in.”

“How long is she going to prison?” Steve asked.

“She could do four years, she could do no time and just be forced to take parenting classes.”

“What? Are you fucking s—Are you fucking serious? She just throws her kid away and doesn’t even have to face any consequences? Who’s to say she won’t do it again? That’s bullshit!” Billy exclaimed.

“Hey, calm down, man.” Steve attempted to offer come comfort. “You did everything you could for that baby. His mother has to live with her mistakes.”

“And what if she doesn’t care? What if she feels like she was better off without that baby and didn’t care what happened to him?”

Steve fell silent. This felt extremely personal. Steve worried that maybe Billy was projecting throughout this entire ordeal, and that’s why he was so eager to help and got so angry about it.

Jim closed his office door and offered Billy some coffee.

“I need you to relax, kid.” Jim said sternly. “I’d hate to have to charge you with disorderly conduct.”

“You’d seriously do that? C’mon Hop!” Steve fiercely defended Billy.

“I don’t want to. That’s why I want him to relax. I can tell you’ve had a long 24 hours. You drank a little too much, found an abandoned baby, your father got violent with you, and now you learn you were face to face with the kid’s mother and she lied to you. I understand.”

Billy refused to meet Jim’s eyes.

“I also know Susan’s not your mom. Where’s your mom, Billy?”

Billy shrugged. “I dunno.” He mumbled.

“I see.”

Steve could feel his heart snap. He had no idea Billy was dealing with so much, but it explained everything. It explained his anger, his shitty attitude and it definitely explained last night. He felt like he learned so much about Billy so quickly.

“Hey, Chief? Is there anything else you need from us? Or can I walk Billy out?”

Jim asked them a few brief questions and sent them on their way.

They stood in front of the police station and Billy lit a cigarette.

“You wanna go grab food?” Steve offered. “I’m really hungry.”

“You paying? I didn’t grab any money.”

“Yeah, c’mon. The diner’s nearby.”

They sat in the diner and ordered some burgers. They made it halfway through their meal in somewhat amicable silence.

“You should’ve let Hop help you. You could’ve pressed charges against your dad and—“

“And what? Go where? I’d be homeless, break up a marriage, and still have to go through a trial and be dragged through the mud. Only for a 50% chance of my dad even going to jail. And if he’s not guilty. I’ll be worse off than I was before.”

“You’re right. I’m…sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?”

“Because I—I’m stupid. I’m always trying to be there for someone and I’m always too much.”

“At least when you’re too much, people still want you around.”

“Sometimes.”

Billy scoffed. “Cut the shit, Harrington. Everyone likes you. Everyone wants you around.”

“People like you too, Billy.”

“Not in a way that matters.”

Steve’s heart continuously ached for Billy.

“Well. I really like you, Billy. You showed me what an amazing guy you are last night. I-I want us to be friends.”

He skeptically raised a brow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Let me be here for you. For anything you need. You can knock on my door anytime. Call me up if you wanna talk or just play some basketball.”

“I guess. And…you can do the same, or whatever. Like…call me to play basketball or drink beer.”

Steve smiled. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“You’re sappy. Shut up.”

“Are you blushing, Billy?” Steve tried to search for Billy’s eyes as he constantly looked away.

“No. Stop lookin’ at me.”

Billy wasn’t blushing. His face was flushed from trying to fight back tears. Steve caught a glimpse as one rolled down Billy’s cheek.

“Let’s get outta here.”

They found a quiet place in the woods beneath a tree and shared a cigarette.

“Why were you crying?” Steve asked.

“I wasn’t.”

“I saw you, Billy. It’s okay. Tell me what you were thinking.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“I thought we said we were friends.”

“Is this something friends do? Cry around each other?” Billy sneered. “Like some therapy session?”

“It’s something I do. If we’re friends, you can tell me anything.”

Billy sighed, flicking the cigarette butt. “Last night was really fucked up. When I found out that baby was all alone without his mom, I couldn’t stop thinking about how scared I was when my mom left me. And how…she didn’t want me either. And I don’t even know what I did wrong.” His lip trembled. “What did I do wrong?”

Steve gently pulled Billy into his arms, letting him sob into his shoulder. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Billy glanced up at Steve with his red, glossy eyes, and for some reason, he kissed him.

The kiss was soft and gentle and not foreign to either of them, but Billy pulled away suddenly, apologizing and trying to jump out of Steve’s arms.

Steve refused to let him go.

“It’s fine. I kissed you back.”

“You make everything sound fine!” Billy shouted, gently nudging him away. “You make everything feel like it’s—it’s gonna be okay and I can just—be like this with you. Why are you doing that?!”

“Because I like you. And everything can be okay with me. If that makes you feel happy. If you want me to.”

Billy hesitated before lying back down on Steve’s shoulder, melting into the safety of his welcoming warmth.

“Don’t you care about other people seeing us together? Like—like this?”

“No. We’re the coolest guys in Hawkins. And if someone said something, you’d probably pick a fight with them.”

Billy laughed, finally, for the first time since yesterday. “I probably would.” He sighed. “How the hell did this happen?”

“I dunno. I guess…a really fucked up situation brought us together and we just…clicked.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys.”

“I didn’t know you liked guys either.”

“I wanna keep learning about you, if...that’s cool.” Billy's voice was soft and bashful as he spoke.

“Yeah.” Steve squeezed him a little tighter. “It’s very cool.”

There was a calm, amicable silence between them.

“Been a crazy 24 hours huh?”

“Yeah.” Steve sighed. “Wanna go to my place and sleep this off?”

Billy nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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Sorry I’m obsessed with dreams. I want to type out this fucked up sleep paralysis/dream/who the fuck knows maybe I was abducted(?) from like around 2014/15.

Background info: I was dating J and he started work a schedule that was 3am-12pm. So, I was alone for the first time at our new apartment when it was dark. I would get freaked out since childhood about night time (bc strange happenings in my home).

ok the dream:

I woke up and went to the bathroom. The window is facing the driveway. I’m looking out and see that J hasn’t left for work yet. I’m staring into the car and his face starts morphing all scary. I wake up. I go to the bathroom, and look out the window. His car is running this time. I’m looking out really hard, and this time there’s a blue light and unsettling feeling. I get freaked out and wake up. (Note: not actually waking. Waking into dream). I repeat this a few times. Every time I look out the window, there’s more blue light. I get freaked out, wake up. I go to the kitchen, which also has a window out to the driveway. This time blue light is shining into the window and I’m like…. Uhh this isn’t normal. It wakes me up. I wake up with this sense that someone is in the apartment. I’m doing the thing I did as a kid now where I’m hiding under my blanket hoping they don’t see me, even though that’s obvi the first place someone would look if they’re looking for people lol. I hear movement in the kitchen, get freaked out again, wake up.

This time, I wake up tangled all crazy in my comforter. I’m so tangled that I am flailing around and fall on the floor, trapped in my blanket. My body bends and bends unnaturally at my back, backwards, curling around. I wake up. I’m still in bed, this time on top of my comforter. My body starts lifting from the center, abdomen area. It lifts up to the ceiling and I’m literally dangling like a rag doll being picked up by their stomach.

The final time I wake up, I’m back under my comforter “hiding”. The blue light is shining in my room. I have a sense someone is here, and this is it. I had left a little crack in my blanket to breathe fresh air and peek out of. I don’t see anything but blue light. My heart starts going wild. I literally feel like I am having a heart attack and dying. I’m not ready to die, but I accept this in the moment. I’m telling myself, it’s okay, you did your best, this is it, we’re going to find out what happens next. Legit made peace with death and now I’m not so afraid to die, bc that night I really truly felt what it was like. Peaceful.

anyway, when I finally finally ACTUALLY awoke, it was around 5am and I had to work at 6am at the bakery. I felt FUCKED dude my body felt weird and my chest/heart was super not okay. I truly felt like I had a heart attack, like to this day have never felt this again or prior. It was like my heart was different. It was beating off, it was skipping, my whole body felt weird. I told Rhonda about waking up in the middle of the night feeling like I had an actual heart attack. So she convinced me to go to the doctors. I left work for this, go and visit an old man doc (I have a thing against these idiots now, but back then didn’t know any better). This old man barely listened to me, told me I just had anxiety. Look bro,, k I have anxiety and had anxiety prior, I know what it feels like. Again, I’ve never felt that heart feeling :/ I was actually really afraid bc both my parents have heart problems. But this doc was basically like “haha that’s anxiety silly!” And sent me on my way.

To this day I’ve never had dreams like that and before that I never had… now and then I do get very minor sleep paralysis. I wasn’t on medications or doing anything besides smoking weed, which actually helps me zonk out/not have dreams. I would love to meet a psychic or someone who can tell me if that was actually something strange or confirm it was just a wild af dream.

#Personal #dreamjournal #sleep paralysis #alien abduction

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school fight

(TW: fighting, swearing, blood, bruises mention) (btw reader and eddie are 15) (also this is a mordern day lol) (Billy is also one of the bullys in this fic)

You sit under the same tree like you did every day at lunch, you watched as other kids played with their friends, while you had none. People thought you were a freak, the way you dressed in baggy clothes always being black or some shade of a dark colour.

"freak!" some girl shouted walking over to you, the girl had her friends following behind all three of them having dirty grins.

"This afternoon me, you out the front of school" she wanted to fight you.

"Uhhh no thanks" you smiled coly getting up from your crouched position and walked off unbothered by their presence, at the end of the day you walked out of school passing the large crowd of students jamming the hall discussing something about a sleep over or a boy they liked. You walked outside the building to see the group of girls, they all looked pissed as well.

"C'mon bitch! fight me!" she put her hands up and balled them into fists, you sighed and put your bag down openeing your arms. They all stared for a moment conused when you broke the silence.

"C'mon get it over with I have shit to do" you breathed in, they all smirked and got closer, one girl went to throw a punch but you ducked cleverly. "You think you're smart huh?" she growled as she brought her hand back, "yeah pretty much" you shrugged.

While you mocked the girl one of them snuck behind you putting you in a head lock, you gagged and fought for air as she had a tight grip. The teachers just wanted to get home considering it was a friday, they either wanted to drink their weeks stress away or lounge around at home, so they rushed past the commotion.

"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT,FIGHT!" a crowd of students gathered around chanting the word over and over. One of the girls started punching your stomach hitting harder every punch. The pain was getting unbearable and the fact you were being chocked didn't ease it you had a snow pale face.

"What's wrong *grunt* Anderson huh? thought *grunt* you were tough!" she threw a hit in between every word, you felt limp you couldn't take it.

She soon swung to your face, getting you square in the nose, then mouth "hahaha! you really do look like a freak huh?!" she pulled back and you were dropped from the head lock, the girl walked over as you laid on your side clutching your stomach.

She lifted her leg back and swung it straight to your stomach over and over, you groaned and wailed as students watched and cheered, while you suffered.

Eddie's POV

"Good job guys!" I waved to my band group and walked outside only to see half the school chanting and cheering all crowed around some people. I walked over past some people quick to apologise quick to get to the front. Once i was there i saw three girls beating up another one alot of people told me she was a freak and to not hang out with her. I saw her bashed state and panic flew through me, i quickly ran in to block the girl from kicking her stomach, "hey! leave her now!" I got nervous with all the eyes on me.

"Go on, leave." I stayed as calm as I could, they all groaned walking off leaving the girl on the floor, I could her some people sniker at her ruined state.

Billy walked up to her and started spitting mean comments, stuff like:

"it's always the freak that gets it haha"

"out of all honesty you deserved it"

"worthless"

It made my blood boil and my heart hurt seeing how pwople treated her. "Leave her the fuck alone Billy!" i walked over to him pushing his shoulders. He left with a scowl, I walked back over to the girl and picked her up also grabbing her bag. I took her back to mine since my uncle was working really late tonight.

"Uhhh thanks for that"

thats all folks for now i will continue this idk but ignore my shitty grammar

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An Arrangement, chapter 8

A/N: This story is making my heart feel full, happy, content and horny. Apparently, I’m not alone in those feelings. Thank you all so much for your comments, they make me feel so happy! Also… This might end up being 15 parts. Whoops.

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Pairing: henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: Language, SMUT (minors DNI), fingering, sexual tension up the whoo-ha

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Chapter 8: Unruly Heart

It was insufferable being so damn close to him. The air was suffocating you, making you draw small, unsteady breaths as someone walked around you, pinning and curling your hair, while Kenny was working on your face. Henry sat close to you, his fist closing and opening over and over, his eyes closed as someone was fixing his hair as well. You couldn’t tell if he was annoyed or simply trying to hold back.

You had barely gotten two minutes alone after Daniella left, before a crew of people had wandered in, grabbed the both of you and started to get you ready for the red carpet. You were still flushed, your skin burning from his touch and you felt uncomfortably hot and bothered and very much with a need for release.

“You’re looking a little stressed, hon.” Kenny said, flicking his brush on your cheekbone. You glanced at him with a smile.

“Just stressed. First red carpet and all.” He nodded knowingly. “That’s gotta be stressful, babes. I promise, you’ll be looking like a freakin’ goddess walking that carpet, I’ll make sure of it!”

“She already looks like one.” Henry said softly. Kenny grinned and raised an eyebrow at you, as your cheeks flushed red.

“Damn, girl.” He snickered. “I’ll just enhance your goddessness, okay?” He sent you an air kiss and asked you to close your eyes. You followed instructions.

It was weird sitting so close to Henry that you could almost feel his body heat. You wanted to say something, anything, but everything seemed to be something said with only the two of you in the room. So you settled with the second best option.

“Does Daniella not like me?” You asked softly. Henry was quiet for a little bit as Kenny brushed eyeshadow gently over your lids.

You heard a sigh.

“No, it’s not you she doesn’t like. It’s the situation.” You hummed in response.

“She had hoped to avoid any type of PR-nightmare with me this year, I suppose.” He chuckled gently. “I suppose she didn’t expect you to walk in the door.” You sighed. Nobody did.

“Yeah, well.. She’s just so…” You fell silent.

“I know, love, but I promise, it’s mostly just the fact that she has to deal with this. She hates when I don’t follow orders.” You chuckled a little. “As I said earlier, I’m quite talented at stupid.” You couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Alright. I just… I don’t want her to hate me, y’know?” A big hand clasped yours, sending shockwaves through your system.

“She doesn’t. I’ll talk to her, alright love?” You nodded slightly.

“All done, my love! You’re looking freakin’ gorgeous if I do say so myself.” Kenny said, and you opened your eyes to look in the mirror.

You barely recognized yourself.

A sultry, dark and golden eyeshadow filled your eyelids, making your eyes stand out against the dark. Eyelashes framed your eyes way more than you’d ever think you’d see on yourself, and the burgundy lipstick made your lips look fuller. Your hair was pinned in strategic places, framing your face and lifting away from your face a little, gentle curls washing over your shoulders. Golden accents shone through as the lights hit your hair.

“Thank you, Kenny, holy shit!” You said, glancing at the mirror again. She felt foreign, the woman wearing your clothes in the mirror.

“Pish, posh, you’re just a great canvas, babes. Go get dressed, you’re going to look like a fucking treasure!” He said, clapping his hand lightly. You smiled gratefully at him and gave him a quick hug.

“Thank you, really.” He hugged you back. “Anytime, babes. I’ll leave my business card in case you ever need some assistance again, free of charge, okay?” You smiled.

“Thanks. I better go get dressed.” He winked at you and you followed Henry into the bedroom, where your outfits for the night hung on hangers from the door.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Henry was in front of you, his eyes raking your face, seemingly desperate to imprint your face in his corneas.

“You’re beautiful.” He said softly and lowly. You felt your knees buck. His arms were around your waist, keeping you in place, and his fingers danced dangerously close to the hem of your shirt.

“I…” You didn’t know what to say to him. He was so fucking handsome, you could barely form a sentence. His eyes searched yours with a burning fever.

“We need to get dressed or we might never leave this fucking room.” He growled, fingers gripping you tighter. You had to swallow a moan rising in your throat at the feeling of the pads of his fingers against your skin.

“Yeah, we should.” You said, your voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, eyes darting to yours.

“If you do that, we definitely won’t leave.” You whispered at him, boldness overtaking you as you let your thumb stroke his bottom lip.

“I will ravish you if you don’t stop.” He growled. Your breath hitched, your chest heaving as silence and anticipation filled the room and air in between you both. You didn’t want to move, this fucking tension between you two was your lifeline, the very air you needed to breathe, and you couldn’t willingly let him go.

He bent down slightly and let his lips touch your forehead gently. “I need to control myself, Y/N, and you’re making that a very impossible task.” He groaned before stepping away slightly.

“Shall I help you with your dress?” You nodded, not trusting your voice. He went to grab the silk, rose gold dress of the hanger, as you stepped out of your clothes, leaving you in a bra and panties. He groaned. “This is entirely unfair. I don’t…” He went to you, still clutching the dress in his hand, but grabbed you tightly around your waist, pulling you in even closer than before. “You’re like the apple in the garden of Eve. I fucking can’t hold back.” He said quietly, his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Then don’t.” You simply said. He dove to your lips, slotting them over yours with such fervour that you couldn’t hold yourself up - your legs buckled and he was holding your weight in his hand, holding you tightly, his body flush with yours. His teeth bared and he caught your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to mewl against him. He growled into the kiss, his lips hard and impossibly soft against yours and his tongue darted out, silently begging for permission, and you granted it willingly. Your tongues danced against each other with more and more desperation, his fingers letting the fucking dress go to move to the the waistband of your panties, fingertips waiting for your permissal. You nodded, biting his lip and he was a wild man.

He groaned, grabbing your ass harshly with his left hand as his right hand’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties, feeling your slick heat.

“All for me, Y/N?” He whispered against your lips with a smile. You found his eyes. He looked almost predatory as he waited for your answer. “For you, only you.” You moaned at him, your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers dipped between your folds and gently ghosted over your throbbing clit. You groaned. “Don’t fucking tease…” You gasped as a finger dipped inside of you, curling upwards and you finally let the last bit of willpower go, as your legs completely gave out under you. He growled, his lips moving to your neck as his finger began pumping in and out of you, dragging deliciously against your walls.

He would forever ruin you for any other man.

He added a finger with a moan as you pulled his hair gently, trying to - somehow, in your muddled state, remembering where you had to be soon - avoid messing it up too much. “Fuck…” His groaned against your neck. You felt the heat, the coil in your abdomen tightening as he moved faster, his fingers gliding easily in and out of you, his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“You want to cum, my love?” He whispered. His breath fanned over the wet kisses on your neck, causing goosebumps to rise, and you bucked your hips against him. “Words, baby.” You groaned.

“Yes, please, oh…” You asked. “Again.” His fingers were moving dangerously fast, making you crumble completely. “Please, Henry, I want to…” He hissed at the mention of his name and his fingers sped up, hammering in and out of you.

“Come for me, Y/N. Fuck, you’re so fucking good…” He groaned. Your hips bucked again and by god, you’d follow his directions to hell. You exploded in pleasure, whitehot fire licking your body as he let you ride his fingers through your orgasm.

You reached for his hard cock, but a knock sounded from the door and you both stilled, his fingers still inside of you.

“10 minutes until the car is here!” Someone shouted from behind the door, and you both groaned. He let his forehead rest against yours.

“Later.” He said softly, letting his fingers slide out of you as you hissed, and kissed you softly. You never wanted him to stop. He pulled away, still holding you gently and put his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean - he was completely going to ruin you.

“Let me help you, love.” He said with a smile, grabbing the discarded dress from the floor as he let go of you, holding the dress out.

“It’s beautiful. I would much prefer you like this, though.” He said, his eyes raking over your body. You sighed, trying to steady yourself as you grabbed the dress.

“You need to get a wipe, you’ve got a little lipstick, babe.” You said with a grin. And indeed, his lips had gotten a burgundy hue. He grinned and wiped his lips with his thumb in a way that should be illegal.

You quickly went to the bathroom, got the dress on, fixed your lipstick and hair a little, glancing in the mirror. Your eyes were glazed over, your lips pouty and you barely recognized yourself. The dress hung from your shoulders, and you quickly walked to Henry, who had already put his suit on, currently straightening his sleeves. He smiled sinfully at you, his eyes darkened.

“Can you zip?” You asked breathlessly, turning your back to him. His fingers danced over your bare skin until he finally, slowly, zipped your dress up. “You look stunning.” He said. You smiled. The dress hugged you, the rose gold colour complimenting your skin perfectly.

“Thank you.” You grabbed the heels next to the bed and slid them on, stood up and drew a deep breath.

“You ready?” You asked him. His lips curled into a smile as he held his hand out, weaving his fingers with yours.

“With you? Always.”

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Henry

She looked terrified as she stared at the crowd outside of the car door, cameras flashing and screaming filling the air around you. She turned to him with wide eyes.

“Is it always like this?” She asked with a breathy voice. He nodded with a soft smile.

“Unfortunately. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and I’m right next to you all the time, alright, love?” She nodded. “I’ll go out first, go to your side and open the door, and we’ll walk together, okay?” He asked, looking her over. She was shaking a little, but nodded anyway.

He stepped out of the car, flashes almost blinding him and walked quickly to her side of the door, opening it and grabbed her outstretched hand, gently helping her out of the car. She looked like a dream.

The dress fell around her perfectly, like water dripping from her body, the dips in the fabric perfectly enhancing her shape. The colour made her look ethereal.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her hair - he realised, as he pulled away, that it wasn’t for anyone. It came naturally. Like she just fit. She drew a shaky breath and leaned into him a little.

“Let’s go.” She whispered. He smiled and they started walking, stopping in front of the cameras, smiling and staying glued together.

“Henry, is this your girlfriend?” One reporter yelled out. He nodded, a triumphant smile on his lips. He didn’t even care, the consequences of his desires would come later and hurt him, but for now, he’d enjoy the way his heart swelled at the words. She chuckled a little and they walked to the little area of the carpet, where interviews took place. He bent down a little as they walked, whispering in her ear.

“You’re doing great.”

“I’m not really doing anything.” He grinned at her. “You’re doing plenty, believe me.” If he had his way, she’d be writhing underneath him just so he could show just how much she did. To him.

They stopped in front of a female interviewer with a kind smile.

“Henry Cavill!” She said sweetly, grinning at the both of you. “I’m so happy to see you, how are you?” He smiled kindly and held Y/N a little tighter. “I’m great, thank you.”

“So this is…?” She asked with raised eyebrows. He smiled.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.” Y/N blushed a little and smiled sweetly at the interviewer.

“Oh, my god, how exciting! Is this your first red carpet?” She asked her, a microphone in her hand. Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, it’s kind of crazy.” He winked at her.

“Indeed, a little loud, huh?” The interviewer asked with a grin. Thank god for kind interviewers. Y/N laughed, the sound lodging straight into Henry’s heart. “Yeah, but that’s what I get for dating a global superstar, I guess.” She nudged him gently and he grinned at her.

“So, Henry, are you excited for the release?” He nodded. “Very much so. We’ve worked hard on this film, and I just hope everybody else will enjoy it as much as we have.” He said.

The rest of the night flew by, a flurry of shaking hands, smiles and cautious greetings -his hand never left the small of Y/N’s back, and she was as gracious as anybody. Sweet, easy to talk to and she charmed just about anyone she met. She didn’t seem starstruck or distracted by the many known faces, but talked kindly to everyone - even Ben was surprised at her casual attitude, and he had grinned at Henry and mouthed A keeper to him.

He knew.

When they finally got out, it was a little past midnight, and Y/N groaned and took her shoes off, closing her eyes in relief.

Henry chuckled. “A long day, huh?” She nodded. “Car’s supposed to be just around the corner.” He said, glancing at the street. She groaned and simply sat down, straight on the ground - he chuckled at her.

“I know this dress is more expensive than my rent, but I physically cannot stand up anymore.” She said, closing her eyes. “How do you do this every time you’ve done a project?” He shrugged, seeing the car round the corner. “I guess I’ve gotten used to it by now. Come on, car’s here.” He said, reaching for her. She grabbed his hand thankfully and they slid into the back seat.

As the drive started, so did the tension he had felt in the hotel room before he lost his control completely. She was breathing shallowly, her teeth worrying her bottom lip. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants and tried desperately to think of anything else, because he couldn’t bury himself in her here, in this fucking car.

“You looked stunning tonight.” He said in a low voice. She smiled gently, cheeks red, and caught his eye.

“Thanks. A lot of work went into it.” She glanced out of the window, her brows furrowing.

“Aren’t we going in the wrong direction from the hotel?” She asked. He nodded.

“Erh, yeah. I thought we’d appreciate going home, just the two of us. Kal is already at the beach house, the sitter dropped him off thirty minutes ago.” She blushed.

“Do you know you do that a lot?” She asked.

“Do what?” He replied, grabbing her hand. She smiled softly.

“Refer to it as if we both live there.” He stilled. “Oh, I’m… I’m sorry.” He said. He hadn’t thought about it, but he felt it. It wasn’t the house, that was a home, it was her.

“It’s fine. I kind of like it.”

Silence fell in between them as the car sped down the road, darkness consuming the world around them as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, just as quickly as he had fallen in love; slowly and then all at once.

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